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whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx · 2 months

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Of all the theories as to how Carmilla and her daughters found eachother in Hell (adoption, reuniting after they died, one or all three being Hellborn, ect;), I think my personal favorite is the one where Carmilla was either pregnant when she died or later gave birth to a child she miscarried when she was alive.

But whether or not that’s true, one of my favorite crack theories/headcanons about Carmilla being pregnant in Hell is how absolutely weird the other Overlords would be about it- because let’s be real, they would absolutely be weird about it. Maybe supportive and weird, but weird.

Zestial, nervously following Carmilla around: My darling. My own heart. I beg of thou, please, for just a moment.

Carmilla, still stubbornly walking around in her ridiculously sharp shoes: I’M FINE.

Zestial, who’s been trying to get her to sit down or at least change her shoes for over an hour: 0,_0

Rosie, crouched at her side with a glass of something red and questionable: I’m telling you, honey, just try this. It’ll cure that morning sickness in a jiffy.

Carmilla, curled up on her bathroom floor: …it disturbs me that I’m nauseous enough to actually be considering this.

Zestial comes to her rescue and shoos Rosie out to go make her some (GINGER) tea before Carmilla can do something she’ll regret.

Alastor, gazing suspiciously: Why on earth is your abdomen moving like that? Is something trying to break out?

Carmilla, too exhausted to deal with this: That movement is my baby kicking, Alastor.

Alastor: Pardon? You mean to tell me that one can see that on the outside? Eugh.

Carmilla, glaring at him: You are so lucky you’re not worth getting up for.

- Rosie insists on throwing her a baby shower. Vox and Alastor get kicked out for fighting and are forced to put together the IKEA furniture for the nursery as punishment.

- I seriously doubt this lot can build and work an ultrasound machine, so something like this is likely.

Carmilla, slowly coming to after giving birth: Mmmh…?

Rosie, happily bouncing one baby in her arms: Oh good, she’s up! Congratulations, sweetie. You have two beautiful daughters 🥰

Carmilla: ….

Zestial, who’s gently cradling the other: Carmilla…? Is something the matter?

Carmilla: …there’s really two of them. I thought I was hallucinating.

BONUS:

Fun fact- some scientists say cats have sensitive enough hearing that they can hear babies’ heartbeats within their mother’s bodies.

Husk, staring at Carmilla:

Carmilla, who’s still processing that she’s pregnant and hasn’t begun telling anyone else: …is something wrong?

Husk, ears bristling slightly: h o w m a n y h e a r t s d o y o u h a v e ?

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houseoftulips · 2 years

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IKEA Furniture Vs. Bakugo | K. Bakugo

feat. ~ time skip bakugo x reader

about ~ literally bakugo fighting for his life trying to put together IKEA furniture because most of us understand how painful it can be

content warning ~ pure fluff with swearing, any comments regarding IKEA furniture are what I've heard from my boyfriend LMFAO (he hates their furniture)

note ~ not completely proof read

There are so many reasons why you love Bakugo Katsuki...

His strong-willed personality, his ability to act on things without a second thought to save the people of Japan, his rather strong bonded love with spicy food that he's been making you build a tolerance for, and even the fact that he activates his Quirk to show off how frustrated he is.

And that last reason is nearing very quickly...

Because he feels like he's facing his biggest battle yet - him versus IKEA fucking furniture. By all the living and dead Gods, he doesn't understand how a simple drawer, desk, and bedframe could quite literally test his patience. He's never heard of IKEA till he met you because your previous apartment was invested with their furniture. But what he did understand is how cheap it is compared to other stores/brands.

So, when you guys bought your first apartment together, he didn't care about where the furniture came from because it's just fucking furniture. That's all you hear from him for the past two hours is him muttering "it's just fucking furniture. why is it so hard??"

He genuinely could not put together a simple bedframe. Earlier he barely put the drawer and desk together but god fucking forbid this bed frame just had to be the one you picked to be his villain for the day.

You try to hold in your giggles as you watch him get pushed to the end of the rather annoying cliff of white wood that wouldn't screw together. "Babe," you smile as you bite your bottom lip to stop your laughs, "Let me-"

"Like hell, I'd let you help me, woman," he grumbled with both of his eyes twitching in growing anger. "How in the living hell did you put this together??"

"I had help from my dad and I hired the IKEA delivers guys to put together the bigger furniture," you smile as you sit next to him on the floor. You kissed his shoulder as you hear him grumble incoherent words that made your sweet laugh slip from your lips. "Suki, just take a break," you cooed to him.

"Fuck no,' he said straight out, "I'm getting this stupid shit done. Like I'd ever let some pieces of wood stop me from doing shit!"

You sighed with a smile hearing his excessive curse words - which is another reason why you love him.

Then another two hours have gone by and he has yet to come out of your shared bedroom with a finished bed frame. More than every-so-often, you'd hear an aggressive toss of the wood pieces being thrown god knows where or him cussing out the screw locks not fitting in the hole.

"Stupid piece of fake metal!"

"Stupid fucking fake wood!"

"Damn instructions not makin' any sense!"

"Fuckin' screw! Where the fuck did you go this time?!"

"Damn Swedes makin' shit harder than it needs to be"

You were in the kitchen putting a snack together for him to see if it'll calm him down but lo-and-behold you hear his iconic loud and ruling voice from down the hall.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF USELESS SCREW!! WHY WON'T YOU JUST GO IN??" he yells, threatening to shake off the pictures from the walls. "THIS STUPID ASS SWEDISH FURNITURE!!" he yells out again.

Then you hear it. His frustration explosion goes off in the house. You sigh with a smile because you genuinely think it's funny to get a reaction out of him from pieces of wood. You slowly walk over to the bedroom and see him laying on the floor like a starfish with the once less than half-done bed frame in smithereens.

Upon hearing your footsteps Bakugo beats you from saying anything, "Those Swedes were askin' for trouble," he mumbles.

You laugh and plop yourself on his stomach which he is quick to hold onto your thigh with his calloused and warm hands. "You're being dramatic," you giggle making him scowl at you, "Now we have to get-"

"Fuck no," he interrupts, "No, we are not getting another Swedish fucking furniture ever again. We'll just have to sleep only on the mattress for the rest of our lives."

"Noooo," you complain playfully, "Just hire the delivery guys to put it together."

"I'd rather do that shit all over again than let some random extras do it for me," he says back before letting out an overdramatic sigh, "Fucking fine. Let's go back for another one."

"Yay!" you cheer as he wraps his arms around you and effortlessly gets up from the ground with you tangled in his body.

"But that's it. We're not gonna get anythin' else," he says as he walks towards to front door, "And no fake plants either!"

You pout as you pull away slightly to look at his face. "Why," you drag out.

Bakugo steals a kiss from you and smiles softly as he looks at you. "Because they're not fucking real," he mumbles against your lips.

"Whatever," you pout, "But if I find another piece of furniture we're getting it."

"Over my dead body that I'd let fucking IKEA get the best of me again!"

I'm thinking of making this a series with other anime characters or just MHA men

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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Harry Styles x fem!reader

Faceclaim: Dakota Johnson

author’s note: I don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s not pt. 4, nope. It’s obviously a Fata Morgana, yep. This one will deal with my love for soon-to-be dad!harry and is long, super long. I am sorry. (no I’m not)

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pt. 5 is here

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yourinstagram Reaching 20 weeks today, and I forced Harry to get me the hell to IKEA. He wants to furnish the nursery completely with Gucci stuff, and I’m not having any of that (sorry, H, for being so grumpy to you) because I would never dare to touch anything in there. Fun fact: IKEA has been my one true love ever since college, and don’t let the tabloids tell you otherwise. I was the average poor student who worked in the library and at a Starbucks because NYC rents were already on steroids back then.

PS: LOOK AT THE CUTE DINOSAUR I’VE FOUND!! I named him Littlefoot. My upbringing is showing now, doesn’t it?

PPS: My feet are killing me. My back is killing me. I think Harry wants to strangle me as well because I won’t shut up about the tragedy involving an ice cream following gravity because I was too stupid to hold it. And I’m having a baby. Good luck, little bean 💀

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imsebastianstan Write “I hate Watermelon Sugar” and I’m on my way 👀

↳ yourinstagram And you’re calling yourself my bestie. How disappointing.

↳ imsebastianstan It changed again?! It’s the seventh time this week! And it’s only Tuesday!

↳ yourinstagram I am pregnant, thank you very much. I have mood swings!!!

↳ imsebastianstan And taste swings, apparently.

↳ yourinstagram I hate you. I’m calling for Harry now and disturbing his workflow because you’re so cruel to me that I need reassuring cuddles. Well done, Stan. (I still love you)

↳ yourfan1 I want their friendship in my life 🥺

↳ sebastianstanstan Their friendship is a life goal.

harrystyles No Gucci as furniture, but I can’t offer you a No Gucci-policy in their closet, darling x

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↳ yourinstagram I can live with that. You got yourself a deal 🤝🏼

↳ gucci We would be honored to dress Baby YLN-Styles!

↳ alessandro_michele I may already work on some pieces for the little one ❤️

↳ harrystyles ❤️ x H.

whoisharry Am I allowed back on the couch? You mentioned a craving for watermelon and cuddles - I can provide both, my fair maiden

↳ lolthisnotme Permission granted, fine sir ❤️

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lizolsen There never was a woman who rocked the baby bump better than you do ❤️

↳ yourinstagram Stop it, Liz 😭❤️

tomholland2013 I can’t believe that we saw each other only… what, three months ago? Mini-YN is growing so fast 🥹

↳ yourinstagram Tooooom, you are just the sweetest of them all 🥺❤️

↳ tomholland2013 Ha! Take that, Mackie and Stan!

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↳ marvelbunch Tom’s dream came true 😂

hsfan1 Gucci is making furniture???? 😦

↳ hsfan2 For Harry? They would manufacture a damn car if he wanted one. So, furniture is easy.

↳ hsfan1 Tbh, that’s true.

eonline YN LN and Harry Styles were spotted today at Heathrow Airport!

Check out the link in our bio to see more pictures of the Hollywood couple!

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internetidiot1 She looked so ugly 💀

Internetidiot2 Not sure if she’s even pregnant. It’s probably only show lol

hsfan1 Did you ever hear something about privacy and boundaries???

↳ yourfan1 Nope. They love to pester these two 🙄

yourfan2 So much about “We’re not forcing ourselves on poor celebrities, we are respectful.” I call bullshit! I saw them on my way from baggage claim, and YN always looked to Harry and clung to his arm while you idiots screamed for another photo. She was so scared and held her jacket protectively in front of her bump because she seemed to think you idiots would hurt her baby 😤🤬

↳ hsfan2 That’s so awful 😡 My poor babies 🥺

↳ ynandharry A friend of mine works at Heathrow, and she told me that YN cried when they arrived at the waiting car, and Harry shielded her with his body all the damn time. Ever since hearing that, I’ve been fuming 🤬

↳ yourfan2 🥺😭

↳ hsfan2 I fucking hate them with my very being 🤬

hsfan3 I really hope Harry files a restraining order against the rubbish you paparazzi are.

↳ hsfan4 I’m pretty convinced that Jeff already has some of them in his death note.

↳ hsfan3 Hopefully e!garbage is in it.

annetwist So glad to have everyone back at home ❤️

[📸 yourinstagram]

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gemmastyles How is it possible to look this good with jetlag? That should be illegal. I had a good night’s sleep and look like shit?!

↳ yourinstagram 👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼 Meanwhile, I’m the biggest mess of them all (but you are stunning, just so you know)

↳ annetwist You two are beautiful as always, loves ❤️

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hsfan1 They all look so happy to be back together!!!

ynandharry They’re currently in the same time zone as I am. WE SHARE A TIME ZONE

yourfan1 Hopefully they could forget about the airport situation 🥺

yourfan2 YN is taking the pictures, so she doesn’t have to be in them. YN is me. YN is mood.

↳ yourfan3 lol same bestie

↳ hsfan2 Oh, more of us?? Yes!

mitchrowland That’s where you people vanished

↳ whoisharry You’ll get an invitation 👌🏻

yourinstagram In case anyone wondered where we are: We’re back in England for some much-needed downtime before the work stress settles in again. Pregnancy is currently taking its toll on me, my body, and my mental health. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy every minute of it, but sometimes it’s just hard to get out of bed or my head (not to mention the pain and swelling ankles). But Harry is the sweetest, most loving, and most patient dad-to-be and partner in crime there possibly could exist. I always was grateful for him in my life, more than I could ever put into words, but now it’s something entirely different. Thank you, H. I love you. So much. ❤️ And thanks to you people for your unimaginable support and love!

Fun fact: The little bean is most content when their dad sings or when we listen to their dad’s albums; what a damn surprise (not) ❤️

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gemmastyles I love his songs, but I’m close to hating them because it’s the only thing I’m hearing as soon as I visit you.

↳ yourinstagram Nah, you don’t 😙

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↳ gemmastyles … I hate how well you know me.

↳ yourinstagram Again, lies 😙

↳ hsfan1 It’s so sweet and almost heartbreaking (in a positive way) how good these two get along 🥹

pillowpersonpp Oh, lovely 🥺 If you think I can help, just reach out, yeah? Maybe some ranting would already help?

↳ yourinstagram Thanks S 🥺❤️

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imsebastianstan Do you need a peanut butter supply?

↳ yourinstagram YES! That’s why you’re my bestie 😭❤️

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↳ imsebastianstan I’ll text Harry for the details ❤️

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↳ sebastianstanstan Seb has Harry’s number 😦🤯

hsfan1 Can we talk about all the content she is gifting us? Like constantly?

↳ yourfan1 Can we talk about how good they are for each other?

↳ ynandharry can we talk about the fact that ever since dating YN, Harry posts things relating to his life instead of sticking to posts about his work?

↳ yourfan2 Or the fact that YN shares things about her life and her boyfriend on social media?

↳ hsfan1 She never did that before??? Like Harry???

↳ yourfan2 Yep!

harrystyles She said Yes.

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hsfan1 🤯🤯🤯

hsfan2 what WAIT AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

ynandharry CRYING SCREAMING

annetwist The day I met her, I knew she would be my future daughter-in-law ❤️

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↳ gemmastyles And my future sister-in-law 😭❤️

gemmastyles !!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️

mitchrowland You are on a streak. Congratulations, my dear friend. I can’t wait to call her Mrs. Styles (officially 👀)

↳ hsfan3 Even the band knew that they would be endgame material ❤️

pillowpersonpp I think that’s the happiest day of my life, and I birthed the sweetest boy in the world, so that’s saying something 🥲❤️

jefezoff Congratulations man ❤️😍

taylorswift Even though he was off the market for a long time already: Attention, Harry Styles is off the market!

↳ yourinstagram ☺️👉🏻👈🏻

niallhoran Congratulations, Harold! ❤️

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↳ yourinstagram One Direction reunion at our wedding when?

↳ niallhoran That’s a recurring thing from now on?

↳ yourinstagram Yes (even though I’d like to grab some tea with you some day)

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↳ 1d4ever your honor, I love her.

yourinstagram I love you with all my heart. Good thing I saved that ig handle a long time ago 👀

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↳ yourfan1 that’s our queen!

↳ yourfan2 LOVE HER 😂

↳ gemmastyles Smooth 👀

yourinstagram Meet the future Mrs. Styles. Oh, wait. That’s me! 😭❤️

feat. Baby Styles because Harry wanted me to post this picture instead of that cute one his mom took in the garden. But hey, whatever my future husband demands ❤️

[tagged harrystyles]

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imsebastianstan After everything you went through, you deserve this kind of happiness more than anyone ❤️

↳ sebastianstanstan Get yourself a supportive bestie like Sebastian.

↳ yourinstagram I’m gonna play matchmaker so hard, mister.

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harrystylesforever We need to talk about how he is holding her bump.

↳ harrystylesfanpage It’s so protective 🥹 I only can imagine how much love he must feel ❤️

chrisevans Congratulations, bee ❤️❤️❤️

paulrudd And there she goes, out in the world. I feel like a proud dad 🥹

↳ robertdowneyjr And what I’m supposed to say?! I’m practically her big, protective brother!

↳ yourinstagram The best on-screen brother in existence. Well… formally in existence. It’s okay, people, I made myself cry with this one.

↳ yourfan1 STOP RIPPING MY HEART IN TWO 😭 I miss the Stark Duo 😭 #bringbackthestarkduo Congratulations, queen 🥹

gemmachan After wiping so many tears off your beautiful face, I’m so blessed to see how everything developed in the past years and how you became your happiest self ❤️

ynandharry IT IS HAPPENING!!!

simuliu Congratulations, YN ❤️

lizolsen People are looking weird because I’m standing in a line at target and crying over my phone ❤️

harrystyles My entire world in one picture x H.

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↳ hsfan1 Imagine a world where Harry is your soon-to-be husband and baby daddy. YN is living the life.

↳ hsfan2 Not crying, nope.

↳ yourinstagram Harryyyyyyy 😭❤️

lolthisnotme We need to talk about the stunning, gorgeous, and otherworldly ring Harry casually pulled out of his jacket pocket (well, more the black box where this masterpiece was hidden). I may or may not already have cried before he even had the chance to open the lid, and I think I suffered a heart attack after he did exactly that. Am I still alive anyway??? Is this the afterlife? Heaven? I don’t know, and I don’t care BECAUSE I AM THE HAPPIEST WOMAN ON THE ENTIRE PLANET DEAL WITH MY HAPPINESS PEW PEW PEW!

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gemmastyles Can I tell her?

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↳ lolthisnotme What????????? 🧐🧐🧐

↳ gemmastyles Pssssh 🤫

↳ lolthisnotme Harry is getting some groceries - without me. Could take a while. You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone 👀

↳ whoisharry I still have my phone with me, darling. And yes, you can tell her, Gem 👌🏼

↳ gemmastyles HE DESIGNED IT

↳ lolthisnotme hajslskdklaodjsjsmdhdiwl

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↳ gemmastyles Told you she would love it *proud sister*

↳ lolthisnotme H 🥺🥹 Expect more kisses than anyone has ever received (if you get chocolate, marshmallow cream, cheese, and cucumbers)

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↳ gemmastyles Pregnancy cravings are having a wild week, I see.

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gemmachan You are very much alive 😋 It is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. Your fiancé has excellent taste and imagination ❤️

↳ lolthisnotme Right? Right?!

mitchrowland Every single gift for Christmas and birthday has to compete with this one now. You did good, Haz. I don’t want to be you 😂

↳ lolthisnotme He is gifting me his presence and love; that’s all I ever wanted for Christmas and birthday (and an annual supply of bath bombs; I’m a simple girl) 👀

↳ whoisharry And worn clothing items to snuggle up to when I’m gone

↳ lolthisnotme Exactly.

↳ pillowpersonpp You two are so sweet ❤️; I wanna throw up (even though I know how nasty and dirty you two can get) And I already saw the ring twice but in different stages, and you outdid yourself, Harry ❤️

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imsebastianstan Good lord, this man would get you the moon if you’d ask him.

↳ whoisharry I would.

↳ lolthisnotme He would 👉🏻👈🏻❤️

↳ lolthisnotme You would do the same for the right woman. I just need to find her for you.

↳ gemmachan She has excellent reviews as a matchmaker 👀

↳ lolthisnotme Thank you, dear satisfied customer 💁🏽‍♀️

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jefezoff He was so excited but also worried since starting to work on it.

↳ lolthisnotme Timeframe specification, please.

↳ jefezoff Oooff. When did he start mitchrowland? About two years and a half?

↳ mitchrowland Something around that, yeah

↳ lolthisnotme I’m gonna pass out on this very couch.

↳ whoisharry Perfection needs time

↳ lolthisnotme So, you’re telling me that you started to design my engagement ring even before we moved in together??!!!

↳ whoisharry Will you have a heart attack if I tell you that the idea started to form in my head after our third date? I’m still standing in line and easily need 10 minutes to get home.

↳ gemmastyles My brother, the romantic, ladies and gentlefolk.

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Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated! Thank you so much for reading and for the support I got from you so far! Lysm!

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malum-forev · 2 years

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Game On: Chapter Three

Chapter Two

Thanksgiving break came and went, (Y/N) spent the weekend at Natasha’s childhood home upstate. Although (Y/N)’s family missed her, they understood that traveling at this time of year was crazy and most importantly, her classes were extremely demanding. This was also the excuse she gave the Romanoff family when they asked her why she was going back to campus on Saturday instead of Sunday.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here? C’mon it’s just one more day.” Natasha asked her roommate.

“I really appreciate it but you know I have to get a ton of homework done. I really can’t afford to miss anymore assignments.” (Y/N) smiled as she closed her bag.

With a swift goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Romanoff and Natasha’s younger sister, she traveled to the train station. After a quick two-and-a-half-hour ride, she had arrived at her apartment. Although she did have a lot of work to do, the real reason (Y/N) left her roommate’s home was because she wanted some time to herself. More importantly, some time to bake. During the school year their house was a complete disaster, three women living under one roof. So, these little moments she had all to herself always made her want to bake.

After about thirty minutes of prep time, the pie was ready to be put in the oven. There was only one tiny problem, the oven hadn’t preheated. In fact, the oven hadn’t even turned on.

“Are you serious?” She huffed, immediately calling Wanda.

“Heeey, merry thanksgiving!” answered an overly happy Wanda.

“Hey Wanda.” (Y/N) smiled. “Are you drunk?”

“Maybe a little, but its only because my brother makes the cider extra spiked.” She hiccupped. “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you ever called the landlord about the oven not working.” (Y/N) asked, hoping that she had and a simple solution could be found.

“Nope.” Laughed the redhead.

“Okay, thanks anyways.” She said defeated.

“But! Last time I needed the oven, I just popped over to Steve’s apartment. He said we could use it until we got ours fixed. He even gave me a spare key.” Wanda said.

(Y/N) thanked her, grabbed the key, and quickly walked to Steve’s apartment. Thankfully it was just a few blocks away. As she arrived and opened the door (Y/N) was taken aback. She wasn’t expecting what she saw. Especially not from a boy’s college apartment. They had all the furniture and even decorations. (Y/N) was expecting something that looked like an abandoned mall after a zombie apocalypse or a run-down Ikea outlet. She turned on the oven to start preheating and only after that did she start to meddle. She looked over the photo gallery Steve had on the living room wall. It was filled with pictures of him, his family and Bucky. She hovered over an image of Bucky, he couldn’t have been more than 5, holding a soccer ball in his hands and smiling showing all of his teeth except for the two big ones that were missing.

“My Ma just sent over that picture.” (Y/N) heard from behind her, she let out a scream and turned around, placing her hand on her chest.

“Oh, My God!” She gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Bucky laughed and ran a hand over his wet hair. This was the first time she noticed he only had a towel wrapped on his waist. “I think I should be asking you that. What are you doing in my apartment?”

“Oh, I- Wanda- I just-“ (Y/N) tried to say but her thoughts were getting jumbled up in her brain as she noticed Bucky’s body for the first time. Her eyes traveled from his biceps to his abs and downward until- until she realized what she was doing and turned around. “Could you please put on some clothes?”

He let out a laugh as he saw (Y/N) fidgeting with her back towards him. He gave two steps forward and whispered in her ear. “Is this why you came here? To catch me with my clothes off?”

“Oh please!” She huffed. “I just came here because our oven isn’t working and Steve told Wanda that we could come over and use it and-“ She was interrupted by the oven beeping.

Bucky smiled and turned around. “I’ll go put some clothes on, if that’s what you want Doll.”

“And I’ll go put the pie in the oven.” (Y/N) mumbled as she rushed to the kitchen. After getting everything ready, she decided to look for something to calm her nerves and spotted from the corner of her eye the bar cart. “Bingo.”

(Y/N) was just about to pour herself some vodka on the rocks when she heard Bucky say: “I think I have something more festive than that.”

She turned around to see Bucky, clothed and perfumed, holding two bottles of eggnog. Forty minutes and a whole lot of eggnog later, they were eating pie.

“This has got to be the best apple pie I have ever had in my life.” Bucky tried to get out, with a mouthful of apples. “Thank god you made apple instead of pumpkin.”

“Are you kidding? I hate pumpkin pie.” (Y/N) mumbled as she finished what was left in her cup and motioned for Bucky to pour her another one.

“I actually think that is the first thing we agree on.” He chuckled.

She cleared her throat and raised her glass. “And I want to make a toast. To the first night we spend together where I don’t want to scoop your eyes out with a melon baller.”

Bucky followed her lead. “Does that mean you’re going to spend the night?”

“And the pleasant moment has ended.” She rolled her eyes and sipped on her drink.

“You know I’m kidding.” He shot her a smile, took her hand in his and placed a kiss on it.

“You looked cuter when you didn’t have your front teeth.” (Y/N) laughed pointing at the picture. She looked into his eyes and moved a strand of hair that had fallen out of place out of the way. “Sometimes I do really wish we could be friends.”

“I would love if we could be friends. (Y/N) you know I follow you everywhere because I want to be close to you. Let me in there.” Bucky pointed towards her heart. “I’m a pretty nice guy once you get to know me.”

“That’s the problem James.” She sighed, resting her back on the chair and closing her eyes. (Y/N) noticed that the eggnog had started to make her feel dizzy. “I already know you. And I know I can’t trust you.”

“Tell me one time I have made you believe you couldn’t trust me.” Bucky said, pulling his chair closer to her.

(Y/N) laughed and stood up, trying to keep her balance. “That’s the problem. You don’t even remember. In fact, that’s your problem” she pointed her finger at him. “You just walk all over people and you don’t have a care in the world.”

Bucky looked down at the floor. “Look I think you’re drunk. Why don’t you stay in my room and I’ll stay in Steve’s. It’s getting pretty late and-“

“And what Bucky.” She laughed again. “You want me to go to your room and maybe something will happen between us?”

“No- I would never want anything like that. I mean not if you’re drunk.” Bucky stuttered.

“Let’s get something clear. I will never want anything to do with you. Not friends, not anything. You’re a narcissist, you’re such a-“

Bucky scoffed and got up from his chair. “You were seriously saying that I was ruining the night? You don’t even know me and you’re saying all this shit.”

“You think I don’t know you?” She rolled her eyes.

“You haven’t even given me a chance!” Bucky objected.

“Oh trust me, I know you. You showed your true colors pretty fast.”

“I can’t believe you. You’re so focused on what you think that you believe no one else can be right!” Bucky hissed. “You think you’re so above everyone. Well you’re not!”

“Well maybe I’m not above everyone but I am above you and your fucked up moral compass.” (Y/N) boomed.

“You- You’re such a-“ Bucky came closer to her.

“I’m such a what, tell me.” (Y/n) taunted.

“You’re not worth this.” Bucky stepped back. “You know what, I’m done. I’m done trying to understand why you hate me so much.”

“If you only knew.” She growled.

“That’s exactly the problem. But you know what, if you don’t want to tell me or if you don’t want us to be friends that’s fine. Just know that every single day you will regret this decision. You’ve brought me to my breaking point and if you think I was a load when I was trying to be nice, wait till you see the pain in the ass I can become once I’ve put my head into it.” Bucky snapped and saw her shocked expression. “You can stay in Steve’s room tonight if you want but just know that starting tomorrow I will become your biggest inconvenience.”

With that, Bucky stormed to his room and slammed the door. For (Y/N), it was one of those moments when you realize just how drunk you were. She stumbled to Steve’s room and closed the door. She barely managed two steps before falling on the bed.

The dream started like usual, thumping music and inaudible chatter and the start of the worst night of (Y/N)’s freshmen year.

(Y/N) texted her new friend, Becca. Asking her if the address was correct. She was standing in front of a frat house dressed in her 80’s costume that featured teased hair, legwarmers, and some heels. (Y/N) really wanted to join their sorority so she wanted to make a great first impression. The door soon opened to show Becca and all of the other sorority sisters dressed normally. They didn’t hesitate to start laughing at her.

“You seriously thought this was an 80’s themed costume party?” One of them laughed. (Y/N) looked down at the floor.

“C’mon cheer up.” An obviously drunk sorority girl pushed a cup towards her. She stumbled and spilled the drink on (Y/N)’s shirt.

“Oops.” Becca laughed. “Hey girls let’s let our new friend in.”

All of them kept laughing and started to filter out. Just as (Y/N) was about to leave she heard someone calling for her.

“Hey! You!” She turned around to meet someone’s blue eyes.

“Yeah?” She asked defeatedly.

“Are you okay?” He asked, coming closer to her.

“Yeah I was actually just heading out.” She said.

“Look those girls can be real mean sometimes. If you want to stay I have some clothes you can change into to look a little less, um, studio 54.” He chuckled.

“Studio 54 is actually 70’s look and I’m dressed like the 80’s.” She said with a smile.

“You want my help or not?” He asked and she quickly nodded.

“Look, I’m not actually in the frat house but my friend lets me keep some clothes in here. You can go up to the second room to the left. You’ll find some clothes there.” He smiled and led her into the house. “And don’t worry, I’ll give you the guide to who’s a nice person and who’s not. I’ll protect you.”

(Y/N) was sure his smile could light up the whole room. She nodded again and went up the stairs, listening to her heels click on the hardwood floor.

“I’ll be right there.” He assured.

She entered the room and started looking around for the clothes. It wasn’t soon after when she heard the door open and close.

“Hey, I couldn’t find the clothe-“ she was interrupted by the man that was in the room.

“Well Bucky said that he left a girl in my room but I don’t know what I did to deserve this surprise.” The guy slurred, trying to keep his balance and the contents of his drink in his red solo cup.

“I think you’re mistaken. He said that I could come in and change.” She replied feeling uncomfortable.

“Yeah, you can change into something more comfortable.” He said, trying to unbutton his shirt.

“I’m going to leave.” (Y/N) said moving towards the door but the guy grabbed her by the arm.

“C’mon, don’t you want to have a good time?” He said before she pushed him as hard as she could.

She ran out the door. “I’ll tell Buck you’re as much as a prude as you look, you bitch!” He yelled.

(Y/N)’s breath started hitching and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Thankfully this time, she woke up.

Chapter Four

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void-botanist · 10 months

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It’s Blursday!! 🖤💜

You’ve given your characters the dreaded IKEA divorcemaker: the LIATORP TV storage combination. Obviously, this is no two-man job; no, with its 30+ page instruction manual, we’ve got all hands on deck for this one!

Who’s:

Tossing the instructions aside and diving straight in

Actually reading the instructions and making sure they have all the parts and tools

Gets the “most important job”: holding the hammer until it’s needed and not touching ANYTHING ELSE OH MY GOD

Providing snacks, drinks, moral support, and has a therapist on speed dial

Just here to take directions

Already has the bookshelf built, was this supposed to be hard?

— @outpost51

I laughed so hard when I saw this ask. Let's go.

Tossing the instructions aside and diving straight in You would think this would be Cady, and it would be, except that he did that before with a smaller piece of furniture and it was an absolute pain in the ass to pull apart and remake. So instead he hands the instructions to someone else and gets started sorting out the little baggies of connectors.

Actually reading the instructions and making sure they have all the parts and tools The ones who got the instructions are Tristan and Spinder. They're working together, having a constant dialogue about what this means and if that is that then what's this and Tristan is feeling smart because her girlfriend is way better at furniture assembly but she's doing a good job and she will get this thing together. Spinder is glad that he has other people to put this together with, but he'd like to think that if they were putting this together in the engineering bay on the Nicea, where he has a set of robotic assistant arms that he is quite skilled at directing, that he would go in with a flat pack and come out with a whole storage combo.

Gets the “most important job”: holding the hammer until it’s needed and not touching ANYTHING ELSE OH MY GOD Isabel is holding the hammer, but not because anyone thinks she's going to mess something up. She fetched the hammer, but no one is ready for it, so she's just kind of holding it and waiting, but Rodney needs it, so…

Providing snacks, drinks, moral support, and has a therapist on speed dial Declan has snacks. In fact Declan is kind of just hanging out in the kitchen, talking to Cady whenever he comes in for snacks, because he doesn't want to be a part of this construction. He gets no thrill out of reading the instructions correctly and hammering things together. He just wants to put their stuff on the finished shelf. The therapist he has on speed dial is Martin, who is not a therapist, but if Martin can't make you feel better about putting together the shelf from hell, no one can.

Just here to take directions Cady and Isabel are really both here just to take directions. They don't want to be responsible for this project, but they're happy to help jam stuff together. Already has the bookshelf built, was this supposed to be hard? Meanwhile, in one corner of the living room, Rodney and Tristan's girlfriend Gil have already got the thing half together. Gil has put together at least one of these before, and she still has the instructions downloaded on her tablet. And Rodney's good at making sense of pictorial instructions. They're really wlw/mlm solidarity.

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut (ask/dm to add/remove)

#and then they all get divorced the end #I haven't mentioned Gil before because I came up with her recently #she's Serious. Rodney loves her #blorbo blursday #wip: nicea #c: Cady #c: Declan #c: Gil #c: Tristan #c: Rodney #c: Isabel #c: Spinder

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Berry Brothel: Halloween: Tina

Tina walked into the room quietly, timidly unsure of what to expect. She was surprised at being the last performer tonight, but she rolled with it. As her shoes clicked on the hard floor of the showroom, the room began to shrink going from a grand ballroom with high ceilings to a simple guest bedroom in a typical suburban house. Slowly a bedroom dresser and nightstand came into view. The furniture had an older vibe to it, unlike the sleek IKEA style Tina was used to. Tina thought back and realized what was going on. She was in the bedroom of a teenager from the 80’s complete with 21 jump street posters on the wall. Tina looked around again and was able to tell this was supposed to be a girls room, her room in fact. However, since her card had been nearly blank, she had no idea what she was supposed to do in this place, so she sat down on the bed and stretched out, vibe-ing out to the 80’s soundtrack coming from the radio. Then the music changed. It went from light 80’s pop to fizz as if someone was fiddling with the station and when she looked up, she saw she wasn’t alone. Standing in front of her was a man tall, and a little chubby but not in a creepy way, more a solid way. He was in a striped sweater and burned felt hat. The radio settled on a station, but all that came out was a small girls’ nursery rhyme “one-two Freddy's coming for you.”

Freddy looked at her “ready to play bitch?”

Tina screamed as the bed opened up and swallowed her whole fall felt longer than it should have, but so she hit the floor with an audible thump followed by the clang of metal. She was in some kind of room. It looked like a boiler room with pipes and steam and fire, but the room was too big to be just a boiler room instead this furnace lit the fires of hell. She looked around and there were catwalks that ran in every direction, but there seemed to be no clear way out. Any path could be a dead end or another trap, but she knew if she stayed she would be caught and who knows what would happen to her then. Besides the card had told her she was the final girl, so that means she needed to run.

She took a few steps forward at a jogging pace when she noticed something odd, her weight was off. Mostly in front and behind plus when did her clothing get so tight? “Oh no” she thought. Now she knew the game she was in. She had heard rumors that management was trying things like this, it was a maze, and her job was to solve it without getting caught or getting too big to move. But the rumors she heard were called “dangerous games” not “final girl.” There was no time for that now, she had a maze to solve.

Then the sound of static filled the air, along with that radio tuning sound and again she heard “1…2… Freddy’s coming for you” then she heard another sound, the sound of a knife being dragged along a piece of metal and she ran. She turned down hallways seemingly at random, making lefts and rights hoping this zigzag would throw off her pursuers. What she was really doing, however, was looking for stairs to head up. Tina had to guess that the way out was either at the very top or bottom of the maze and figuring stairs would soon start becoming a problem for her, certainly, if her hips get any bigger, then she had better start at the top.

Soon she felt two sensations she shouldn’t be feeling right now. First, her nipples hardened and started to show through her tightening tee shirt, then the warmth moved south to her pussy which started to moisten. She knew the cause of both of these sensations, but why was she feeling now? The last thing she should be feeling right now was horny, but then her nipples rubbing on the fabric of her tee shirt did feel good, and the extra jiggle in her ass made it look so spankable and fuckable. These sudden interests in her figure caused her to slow down just a bit, but only a bit was all it took for the radio to tune in. “3…4… better lock your door” and from the darkness of the next turn an arm shot out holding a chocolate pumpkin. When Tina screams, the hand shoves the whole thing into her mouth. She chewed it quickly, feeling the warmth of the chocolate cause a warming sensation to spread thru her body and finally settle into her belly. Which surged outward with an almost audible blorp. Her belly’s sudden growth took up all the slack in her pants and caused the forming of a muffin top over the rest of her clothing. As the hand retreated back into the darkness, it said “trick or treat bitch.”

Tina finished swallowing the chocolate pumpkin she had been fed. The warmth of the chocolate flowed through her body, speeding up her growth as it did so. By the time it was done Tina had guessed she had gained at least fifty pounds, the lower half of her belly was now fully exposed from her t-shirt. Her boobs had grown at least a cup size, and she could hear stitches of her pants snapping and popping even as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She knew if she started running then she would bust out of them. The warmth faded from her body, but for some reason stayed in her nipples and pussy. The feeling of arousal played in the back of her head even as she tried to orient herself and keep trying to find stairs.

She started to move again, frowning at the swishing sound that was coming from between her legs, a constant reminder of her size. As a performer at the brothel, she was used to fluctuations in her size, weight, and even skin color. But she never had this much time to dwell on it, to really feel what it was like to be this big. And if she was honest with herself she didn’t hate it. Maybe she would start using this as her default daytime size, rather than her old super skinny self, but enough thinking she had a game to win.

She turned a corner and found a set of stairs, climbing them as quickly as her bloated body would allow. When she reached the new floor, she looked around. Visually it was indistinguishable from the previous level. Still, all the steam and piping a jet of steam caught her in the ass, causing her to jump forward. As she felt her body settle Tina was shocked again by how good it felt. The way her body jiggled and shook from just a small movement. The way her very sensitive nipples brushed against the fabric of her shirt when she moved. The slight camel toe that was forming around her pussy, as her ass continued to swell and her panties continued to tighten. The once full pair slowly morphing into a thong, as her cheeks swallowed it. She began moving again. Her body was more massive now, but she was determined to win the game. This time she didn’t bother to check every path and corridor. Time was too short for that. Instead, she rationalized that if there were another set of stairs, it would be at the complete opposite corner from where she now was. So she kept moving, careful to dodge another jet of steam that was about to grab her swelling breasts. She looked around as she walked, taking in this boiler room hellscape. She tried to gauge how many floors there were, but it was impossible to tell. There seemed to be an endless number, both above and below. Worse it all looked the same, a repeating pattern of boilers, catwalks, bridges, and steam. A single wrong turn could get you lost forever, never able to tell if you were just going in circles until she got too big to move and was caught.

She moved through the maze on a walk. Since her frame wouldn’t allow her to jog anymore, and though she tried to ignore it, the tightening of her clothing across her frame meant that her growing size was never far from her mind. Her shirt was slowly turning into a bra, as it crept up her growing gut. Exposing more and more flesh as it went. The faint sounds of stitches popping in her pants from the swelling of her ass. Soon it would tear. Through all this the most prominent thought in her brain was horniness. The rubbing of her nipples and the fabric of her panties on her pussy was distracting her more than she cared to admit. “5…6… wear a crucifix” the sound stopped Tina dead in her tracks. He was coming. She whirled around and saw him standing there in front of her. The shadow of his hat hid his face except for that toothy grin. In his hand, he brandished another chocolate pumpkin. Which he quickly placed into her mouth. This time, however, he didn’t vanish back into the shadows. He walked around her dragging his metal claws against her rapidly softening flesh.

Tina hated to admit it, but the cold metal felt so good against her hot skin. “my, my, my, you have become a chubby one, haven’t you?” She looked down at her body, placing her hands on her belly and feeling its weight. The chocolate pumpkin’s effects were starting now. making her belly swell fast as it fattened. he continued to circle her, cutting off any possible escape route. there was a loud rip sound from behind her as her pants split open to show her red panties “Feels good doesn’t it piggy slowly losing all those constricting clothing?” She shook her head in fear of what he was going to do to her. She was shocked to feel the start of a double chin forming on her. He produced a second pumpkin, which now she dutifully opens her mouth to accept. “Let me help you with that fatty.” he said. He dragged his claw slowly up her swelling belly and right thru her shirt and bra, causing all the newly freed boob flesh to spill out and onto her tummy. “not much longer my plump little piggy.” he taunted. like before Tina couldn’t help the intense feelings of arousal she was feeling from his touch. she closed her eyes to focus on the feeling, but when she opened, then he was gone. but those two chocolate pumpkins ensured he would not be forgotten so easily.

The weight gain in her ass was making short work of the remains of her pants. rips and tears were now appearing and growing at an astounding speed. The sheer size of her belly was now making her feet invisible to her eyes. if she had to guess she would say about 550lbs now, and she felt every jiggling pound of it. her legs were starting to shake due to the sheer amount of weight they were holding. This made it very tempting to just give up. sit down and let this Freddy costume have his way with her, but that is what he wanted, and she wasn’t going to be caught that easily. so, with what could only be called an angry puff, she got moving. Her steps were slow and pondering. The size of her gut was so vast now that she could no longer see what was directly under her feet. she had to be careful not to trip over a pipe or lose a bit of floor. she wasn’t sure if she fell she would be able to get back on her feet. Her width became a problem as well. she had gotten so fat that she was almost becoming spherical, and all around her were pipes that were boiling hot. They carried steam from the boilers to whatever hellish machine this place had been built to run. without her clothing to protect her, one false move would mean quite a nasty burn.

After a while she noticed something, the pipes weren’t branching anymore. they were just leading her down a singular path. Tina wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. On the one hand she might be close to winning this game, or it could be a trap. At this point, however, Tina also wasn’t sure which she preferred. Even without the stimulation of her nipples rubbing on her bra, Tina couldn’t help the intense arousal she was still feeling. her pussy just felt so wrong, so empty, like she just needed something inside of it. It crossed her mind again to just stop and let herself be caught. Then with her next step felt a change. The floor ran out. if she took one more step forward, she would be falling down a dark hole to who knows where. but then that could be exactly what she needed to do. whatever it was she needed to decide fast. she wasn’t sure how much bigger she could get before her legs gave out, and left her stranded. she waddled around slowly to turn her massive body around and face the opposite direction. But when she looked down she was confronted by the same pit as before. she was trapped. she turned herself back to the original pit, and taking a closer look, she saw something glinting in the light. a length of chain dangled from somewhere high above, she reached for it. If she could slide down it like a fire pole, she might be able to control her fall just enough that she wouldn’t end up stuck like a turtle. she got as close to the edge as she dared, and started to try and reach for the chain. as if to tease her, the chain bounced lazily off her belly. The cold metal sends a warm shiver of pleasure up her spine, nearly causing her to lose her balance, but she regains her stability. Tina found she had to turn her body sideways, to reach the chain with the tips of her fingers. pulling it closer to her, she finds a new problem. with her swollen size when she puts the chain in front of her, she almost can’t grab it with her other hand. due to her boobs being too big to put her arms together. After a bit of trial, she manages to get the chain in her hand. just in time too, as she feels her legs give way from the size of her ass, causing her to fall right into the pit. she holds on tight, as she feels the chain go taut. Then from somewhere up above she hears a winch turning, lowering her down until her feet touch the floor.

As she lets go of the chain she sees it. a door that has a mirror on it so that it blends in with the surrounding pipe, but now reflects Tina’s fattened body as it moves slowly towards it. She is shocked by just how much effort it takes to move just one foot. Above the door in glowing red light is the word “EXIT” Tina moves toward it, and just before she can touch the knob everything goes wrong.

It starts with the sound of a radio and little girls “9… 10… never sleep again” Tina knew what was coming next, and she would not allow herself to be caught so close to the end. She picked up her pace or at least she tried. And that was when her legs gave out. Sending her face forward on the ground, her arms too stubby and weak to be of any use. She looked up at her face in the reflective surface of the door, taunting her with its closeness. She noticed her face looked different in the mirror somehow. Her nose didn't look right, it looked Like… a snout, it was a pig snout. Poking out from her teased out 80’s haircut was a pair of pink piggy ears to match. Tina was sure that if she could see her ass, then there was a cute curly tail bouncing as she struggled to get up. Then she heard the heavy sound of boots on metal sauntering toward her. The radio tuned in again “1…2… Freddy’s coming for you”. “3…4…better lock your door” she could feel him running his glove over her bare skin. The metal of his claws gave her goosebumps, renewing her arousal despite her fear. “5…6… wear a crucifix” the girls sang

“Are you ready piggy?” he asked. He positioned himself behind her, and she felt something warm poking at the wet spot between her legs.

“7… 8… stay up late”. Tina had no choice now, she had been caught and now all that was left was to submit, and in the end, she didn’t even want to resist.

“Yes, sir you have caught me now and claim your prize.” He thrust into her hard, and she screamed in pleasure. He was so big as he thrust in and out of her. She could feel all her fat quivering with pleasure as he fucked her. She had never felt anything so good. The world around her began to shrink, she was going to cum soon. She could feel it. Her mouth began working on auto-pilot. Sexual feelings brought out by pure animal lust “Fuck me, sir. Fuck your fat piggy! Make me squeal!” as the feelings washed over her she heard inside her head “9…10… never sleep again” And at that moment, Tina was lost in the dream world of the Berry Brothel.

#Weightgain #forcefeeding #halloween #horror #nightmare on elm street #fear play

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sarah-dipitous · 7 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 281

All Along the Watchtower

I have no faith in the producers of spn anymore and shall commence playing Carry On Wayward Son on my own (we are TWELVE SEASONS DOWN. There are just THREE MORE TO GO)

“All Along the Watchtower”

Plot Description: Sam, Dean, and Castiel may be the last line of defense between a powerful Lucifer and his own unborn child

(Like…yeah, no shit)

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: one, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? SEASONS AND SEASONS OF NO CARRY ON WAYWARD SON AND THE ONE TIME I DON’T GIVE THEM THE CHANCE TO DISAPPOINT ME THEY BRING IT BACK?!?! But no one died

Oh, yeah, Castiel, the angel who rebelled against heaven, is definitely very good at following instructions. Sure. I do want to see him build ikea furniture though

I’m so glad you retracted that statement. You have no idea how hard this is on Kelly

Yeah, I knew Crowley put his soul in that rat (literal)

Huh…the first five minutes were actually five minutes this time…I’m going to have to MAYBE retract my statement. I’m not convinced Rowena’s dead but they sure want me to think she is

Lucifer just lost my support for how he described how he “killed” Rowena (I’m still just not convinced) I mean, it looks convincing, so maybe I’m just going to be delusional about it

Ohhhhh no, Kelly’s going into labor (? Maybe?) and some little energy thingy is off to let Lucifer know…maybe not.

Can you ever just leave things alone, Cas? Did you have to touch the energy beam? Where are you now??

The fact that the writers made her name the devil’s son Jack…like just the most normal American name for a boy

The way Dean did not even HESITATE to deck Crowley in the face.

Oh Crowley…your greed got just a little too big, and your pride was your downfall…and you had to put your soul in a rat. It’s so interesting to see him be introspective

What a deal he’s trying to make with the Winchesters. Get Lucifer back in the cage, and Crowley will seal the gates of hell…he’ll be the only demon they ever see again

Since when is that knife a demon pin? Especially for one as powerful as Crowley?

Is there even a point to referencing the injury Dean got last episode if we’re half way through this one before it starts hurting and Cas heals it instantly??

They make every monster look near indistinguishable from humans so they can have five minutes of an alternate universe in the season finale

Bobby’s alive in this alternate universe? But he doesn’t know the boys?? 😭😭😭

They really know how to throw in gut punches. Kelly talking to Mary about how she’s dying but it’s okay because wouldn’t Mary die for her sons? Fuckin RUDE

When your boyfriend calls angel killing bullets awesome and you’re an angel (though could come in handy when it comes to Lucifer)

Ok good, Crowley wasn’t kept down by Ruby’s knife. That was a dumb ploy

Lucifer still is a really great villain. Just the right balance of evil and silly

Turns out angel killing bullets, even a lot of them, aren’t enough got an archangel. So now it’s just fisticuffs with Lucifer?

No nononono, bad day for bitches like me. Crowley just sacrificed himself…Lucifer just stabbed Cas with his angel blade…I don’t trust this fight. FUCK. Now Mary’s stick in the alternate universe with Lucifer

Kelly’s dead…which means Jack’s been born. Hoes he already like…a grown ass man?

This season finale sucked. I know Cas will be back but as of right now so many of my faves are dead

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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the-literary-nomad · 10 months

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I met with a matchmaker today. Up until this day we'd only been communicating through text and only through my mother so I'd really never felt the gravity of the entire situation until just then.

My expectations of her home were let down almost immediately. No. 3 upon 10 was not some fancy two floor bungalow with gates of iron and wood, fancy french windows and an entryway that dropped jaws. It was a second floor apartment that was attached to a little savory shop downstairs.

Honestly, my expectations had only been so high because of her charges. As I climb up the narrow, varnished stairway behind Mama and Dada, I tried to put out of my mind all other preconceptions I'd formulated about her. Amongst the several tabs of "how to be a quiet and decent girl", "hand placement when sitting??" and "Is my hijab covering everything it ought to?", "Honor to us all" was playing somewhere in the background. Dada rings the bell and a voice from inside calls, "Yes yes, come in!" And two seconds later the door opens.

I take in the sight before me. A square table sits in the middle of the room; a laptop open upon it. It was surrounded by chairs of royal blue velvet cushioning. Along the side of the wall beside the door were orange plastic chairs right out of an IKEA catalogue. The floor was carpeted in dark brown—a fact I would have noticed if I hadn't been so absorbed by the thought of her arranging the furniture 'just so' ten minutes before we had arrived.

"Shall I remove my shoes?" Mama asks, getting into the process of removing her flats.

"No, no dear! That's alright! Come in, come in."

I look down at my feet, covered in a pair of blue heels I'd chosen specifically for today.

Oh hell. I could almost imagine her saying, "Doesn't remove her shoes on entering a home," and crossing something out on a notepad.

It reminded me very distinctly of a scene from Mulan where the matchmaker had yelled "Fa Mulan?!" And Mulan had egregiously chirped, "Present!".

To which the matchmaker had pompously called, "Speaking without permission,"

It would have been hilarious if I'd been anywhere but here, being anyone but me.

#writers #words #writing inspiration #writing prompts #southasianmatchmakers #arranged marriage #beingsingleinsouthasiaisapain

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patchworkgargoyle · 1 year

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Three Fics Tag Game!

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!"

Thanks for tagging me @atlantablack!!

1. Fussin' Over Scars on my Soul

Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | 34,151 | E | No Archive Warnings Apply

Jaskier is recovering from a few bad life choices. Geralt rescues mistreated farm animals and runs a ranch while parenting his daughter, Ciri. Yennefer decides to meddle a little.

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He cuts quite the figure, leaning over ever so casually in the little kitchen. The hair at his temples is pulled back from his face, revealing more of that sharp, stubble-covered jaw. Of course Yennefer would know a handsome hermit. Honestly. He looks like he could wear armour and be right at home romping across a medieval countryside. Geralt isn't Jaskier usual type, but he's the definition of easy on the eyes.

He might not be as well-muscled as his host, be he can do a few things! He has, in fact, successfully built IKEA furniture, by himself, and it never collapsed. "I will earn my stay, and who knows, maybe you'll find me a capable farm hand," he retorts, flicking his hair out of his face.

One of Geralt's eyebrows slowly raises, doubtful. "Hm," is all the provides in response.

notes: I feel like this is only my most popular because it's my oldest (that's still in existence) and I was posting it at the height of The Witcher fandom's burst in popularity because of the Netflix show's first season. I don't think it's... good? It's fine. But it's what got me back into writing, since the response was so positive.

2. Don't Want Your Heart (Between My Teeth)

Karl Heisenberg/Reader | 53,354 | E | Graphic Depictions of Violence

You have a regular customer at the cafe you work at: and old man named Heisenberg, a mouthy charmer who takes way too much sugar in his coffee. He mocks your poor Romanian and looks scruffy as hell, leading you to believe he's just a down-on-his-luck vagrant that's taken a liking to you. But you learn there's much more to him after you "rescue" him from being mugged, like how good he looks once he's tidied himself up a bit, and also... he had the power to control metal? What the fuck.

Alternate title: Karl Heisenberg Deserves a Vacation.

Our metal bastard man (affectionate) managed to slip out of the village, and out of Mother Miranda's grasp, about a decade before the events of RE8. He planned to make the most of it before she tracked him down again and found himself wandering the streets of Bucharest before you (fem!reader) take him in, much to his reluctance.

notes: The longest thing I've ever written. How I churned this out in two months (holy shit) I have no fucken clue. I'm still kinda proud of this, though I wish I'd planned it out better, and I won't forget it for the friends it brought me.

3. Boys Don't Cry

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 5,124 | T+ | No Archive Warnings Apply

Dustin, having called shotgun, sighed and went on a rant about Will and Jonathan's shared tastes in melodramatic music, completely oblivious to Steve's sudden change in mood, for which he's grateful. Steve had taken to keeping a few cassettes in his car for the kids so they'd stop complaining about him just listening to the radio, and though it meant working out a system so no one complained - loudly - about playing favourites, he was at least glad to have something around for them. like the radio, he'd just tune it out, not bother to listen to the lyrics. But this.

But I just keep on laughing

Hiding the tears in my eyes

'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

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Steve listens to a cassette from Will, and the lyrics hit him harder than he woud've expected. Finally, he lets himself feel everything he's bottled up from the past four years of horrors, and makes a big change that he needs a little help fixing up.

notes: My most recently posted fic, at least on ao3. This is my foray into punk!Steve, and I do mean to write more (I have a few wips in the works for it). I think it's very melodramatic but cute, so long as you don't mind the song lyrics being in the fic itself.

Also, jesus christ, my summaries are Not Short.

tagging: @hell-on-training-wheels because I know for sure you have a plethora of fics!

#tag game

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bloody-bee-tea · 3 years

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How about "admit it, you had fun today" mingcheng?

Ikea

This does not only fill the ask prompt, but also the Ikea prompt on the MDZS Bingo.

Nie Mingjue pinches the bridge of his nose. He feels like at this point succumbing to a fit of rage would be the easiest, but he doesn’t want to yell. Not yet, anyway.

“Absolutely not,” he says, his voice tightly controlled, not for the first time and Jiang Cheng hums.

“Mingjue,” he says and Nie Mingjue has to take a deep breath so that he doesn’t lose it right then and there.

“Wanyin,” he gives back, because two can play that game.

“It fits perfectly,” Jiang Cheng tells him for at least the third time in the last five minutes and that’s it.

Nie Mingjue has had enough.

“Just fitting is not enough!” he says, and when a few heads turn their direction, he realizes that he’s speaking way too loudly, but he doesn’t care. He will not allow this. “There is no way in hell we are going to put this monstrosity into our bedroom! Do you even know how much dust there is in the bedroom? This has open shelves, which are bound to gather all the dust! Plus, it’s shiny white, that thing is not coming within ten miles of our bedroom!” he rages, feeling better now that he finally says what he really thinks.

He only realizes belatedly that Jiang Cheng is smiling at him.

“What?” Nie Mingjue snaps out and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“You said ‘our’ and ‘we’,” Jiang Cheng says with a dopey smile on his face and Nie Mingjue immediately deflates, his anger absolutely useless when faced with Jiang Cheng’s happiness.

“Of course I did,” Nie Mingjue gives back, still trying to maintain his frown, because his point stands. “It’s our apartment.”

“It is,” Jiang Cheng softly says and takes a tiny step closer to Nie Mingjue.

He doesn’t outright demand a hug or any physical contact, because he never does, despite Nie Mingjue telling him again and again that it’s okay, and so Nie Mingjue takes the hint and pulls Jiang Cheng into his side. Jiang Cheng perfectly fits under his arm and Nie Mingjue wants to do this forever.

“So, the closet?” Jiang Cheng asks after a minute and Nie Mingjue fights the urge to retreat his arm.

“It’s not even a closet,” he hotly says. “It doesn’t even have doors!”

He only realizes that Jiang Cheng is teasing him when he chuckles lowly and Nie Mingjue loves him so much, it threatens to swallow him whole sometimes.

“Can we please just move on and choose something sensible for the bedroom?” Nie Mingjue asks with a sigh and fights his knee-jerk reaction when Jiang Cheng looks at another totally impractical piece of furniture.

“You’re better doing this on purpose,” Nie Mingjue grumbles and pulls Jiang Cheng along, away from the way too stylish and way too impractical pieces.

“And what if I’m not?” Jiang Cheng asks, following obediently along and Nie Mingjue can see the glint in his eyes, so he knows that Jiang Cheng is just playing with him.

“Because your own apartment is furnished in very sturdy, very sensible, very useful pieces. None of this nonsense you would find here.”

“My mother’s interior designer chose my furniture.”

“Then maybe I should go shopping with him,” Nie Mingjue sighs out and then scrubs a hand down his face. “Tell me again why we can’t just take your closet with us?”

They are moving together into a new apartment at the end of the month, and Nie Mingjue would love to do nothing more than skip all of this. They should just take whatever they like from their own apartments and make it fit somehow. Hell, Nie Mingjue has spent so little time in his own apartment in the last half year that he doesn’t even remember how his bedroom looks. He’s perfectly happy with Jiang Cheng’s furniture.

“Because we want to start building our life together and taking old pieces with us would just ruin the whole fun of that,” Jiang Cheng gives back, with the patience of a saint, because Nie Mingjue has asked this question a lot in the past three hours.

“We can take some old pieces? I mean we already have a completely new kitchen, and most of the living-room, so why not bring something familiar with us for the bedroom?”

“Because you’re just trying to get out of this and I am not having it,” Jiang Cheng shoots back, clearly enjoying this much more than he should and Nie Mingjue knows that he has already lost.

“I want something warm, something sturdy and big. None of this,” he waves a hand at the furniture around him.

“So you just want to go somewhere else,” Jiang Cheng says, trying to hide the fact that he’s laughing at Nie Mingjue.

“I hate Ikea,” Nie Mingjue agrees with feeling and Jiang Cheng bursts out laughing.

He has to laugh so hard that he bends over, trying to steady himself on Nie Mingjue’s arm, and Nie Mingjue would be annoyed, if he wasn’t so happy to see Jiang Cheng like this.

It had taken him a while to be this free around Nie Mingjue when they first got together.

“I love you,” Nie Mingjue says, meaning it with every fibre of his being and Jiang Cheng rights himself to narrow his eyes at Nie Mingjue.

“You better not be proposing in a goddamn fucking Ikea of all places,” he hisses and not for the first time Nie Mingjue wonders if Jiang Cheng did find the ring he’s hiding at home.

“Please,” Nie Mingjue huffs out. “I would rather propose to you in a bathroom than this hellhole.”

“Please don’t do that either,” Jiang Cheng says and pats Nie Mingjue’s arm.

“The bathroom or the proposing?” Nie Mingjue asks, because he can’t help himself.

They did not have a serious talk about marriage yet, after all, and while Nie Mingjue is reasonably sure that Jiang Cheng would say yes to him, there’s always a little bit of doubt.

“The bathroom, you idiot,” Jiang Cheng immediately says and moves in for a short kiss. “I’d love to get proposed to.”

“Hopefully not by some stranger,” Nie Mingjue grumbles, but he slides his hand in Jiang Cheng’s back pocket and keeps him close, brushing his lips over the faint blush on his cheeks.

“You’re a complete moron if you believe there ever could be anyone for me but you, my soul,” Jiang Cheng gives back and leans against Nie Mingjue.

Instead of answering Nie Mingjue only presses a lingering kiss to Jiang Cheng’s hair and then they stand like complete idiots around for a minute or maybe even three.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” Jiang Cheng asks after a while.

“Gods, yes,” Nie Mingjue wholeheartedly agrees and Jiang Cheng chuckles.

“I mean another store, not home,” he teases him and Nie Mingjue rolls his eyes.

“We’re not going home before we have decided on a stupid closet. We’re also not going to have sex until our bedroom is complete,” he adds as an afterthought, whispering the words into Jiang Cheng’s ears and he can feel him shudder.

“That’s so mean, we have a perfectly functioning bedroom in my apartment,” Jiang Cheng whines and Nie Mingjue shrugs.

“No closet, no sex,” he decides and then walks away from Jiang Cheng, leaving him to scramble after him.

“You’re so mean to me.”

“And you like it that way.”

Jiang Cheng’s telling silence is answer enough for Nie Mingjue, who smiles as he makes his way out of Ikea as fast as he can.

They do end up at another store where they find a closet exactly as Nie Mingjue likes it, and even though Jiang Cheng puts up a token protest simply to be difficult, they end up buying it. Jiang Cheng is glowing with happiness when they leave the store.

“Can we please go home now?” Jiang Cheng asks after they paid and Nie Mingjue raises an eyebrow at him.

“If you think we’re having sex tonight you’re mistaken, your Ikea trip sucked all the energy out of me,” he says and while it’s meant as a joke, it’s not completely wrong.

Today has been exhausting and Nie Mingjue is honestly not in the mood for anything more than cuddling.

Jiang Cheng flushes a bit, like he always does when Nie Mingjue speaks so bluntly about sex in public, but he doesn’t complain as he laces their fingers together.

“Honestly, I just want to cuddle on the couch,” Jiang Cheng says, sounding drained himself.

“I can get behind that,” Nie Mingjue agrees and drags Jiang Cheng off to their car.

The ride home is silent and they don’t exchange any words when they change out of their street clothes either and it’s only when they are cuddled up on the couch, Jiang Cheng in Nie Mingjue’s arms and his head on his chest that Jiang Cheng speaks again.

“Admit it, you had fun today,” he says and Nie Mingjue hums in consideration. “Don’t even pretend,” Jiang Cheng says with a light slap to Nie Mingjue’s stomach and Nie Mingjue sighs.

“I hated every second I spent in Ikea,” Nie Mingjue starts, “but I had fun today because we were shopping for our apartment.”

“You’re such a sap,” Jiang Cheng sighs, but he also snuggles closer to Nie Mingjue, so he knows he’s happy about it.

“I would go to Ikea a thousand times if it would make you happy,” Nie Mingjue tells him and it’s not even a lie.

He can endure white and horribly impractical furniture as long as it makes Jiang Cheng laugh like today.

“Mh, it only makes fun if I go with you,” Jiang Cheng mumbles, clearly already sleepy and Nie Mingjue slides them deeper on the couch.

They are just a little bit too old to spend an entire night on the couch like this, but for now that’s okay.

He’ll make sure they get to bed eventually.

“I love you,” Jiang Cheng whispers, apparently his last conscious thought and Nie Mingjue wonders if proposing at breakfast the next day would be too soon.

He figures there’s only one way to find out.

“I love you, too.”

Link to my ko-fi on the sidebar!

#bt writes #mingcheng #mdzsbingo #animeluver1798 #the untamed #mdzs #jiang cheng #nie mingjue #established relationship #modern au #furniture shopping #fluff

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dameronology · 3 years

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best friend {javier pena x reader}

summary: after finally calling it a day on a bad relationship, you turn to javier for comfort

warnings: mentions of alcohol + smoking, swearing

i was listening to best friend by rex orange county when i was writing this so i guess it’s loosely based on it? it’s definitely where the title came from. i hope you enjoy!

- jazz

Javier hated pulling all nighters - he especially hated them when it was Friday. Everyone else at the office was either going out to drink or going home to spend the evening with their families. The sounds of music and laughter that surrounded the outside of the DEA offices only acted as a reminder of how lonely he’d become; because, even if Colombia was the source of much of his grief, for others, it was their home. Their happiness and their life. Both of which, these days, seemed to be things he struggled to find

That wasn’t to say that his life completely lacked enrichment. Between the antics of you and Murphy, and the progress you were all making towards capturing Escobar, things weren’t all that bad. Especially you. He didn’t entirely know what your presence in his life meant, but it was a hell of lot. It felt like he’d finally started to see his life in colour when you were assigned the desk beside his. Your energy and your wit enriched everything, even if 99% of your relationship consisted of taking swipes at one another,

If there was one thing he was grateful on nights like these, it was that the DEA apartment building wasn’t too far from the office. Murphy had clearly gotten home hours ago, because his car was in his spot and the lights to his unit at the front of the complex were dimmed. Your own vehicle was a few spaces over from Javi’s, terribly parked (as per usual) and barely between the white lines. At least he could take comfort in the fact that both his friends had made it home safe.

Or, you’d at least made it the front steps of the building.

Javier almost did a double take when he saw you, a half-burnt cigarette in one hand and a completely empty bottle of wine in the other. You were slumped against the railings, eyes glued to the floor in front of you. He knew had it been a rough week - there had been a lot of bloodshed and not a lot of progress - but he hadn’t realised it had been that bad. And you would have told him, right? You told him everything. Literally everything. Probably more than you told your own damn boyfriend (who he hated - not that it was important).

‘Jesus.’ Javi didn’t bother to offer you a greeting.

You looked up at a him, a hazy smile playing on your face when your eyes met. ‘Agent Pena! How are you doing?’

‘You never call me that. I hate it.’ He muttered, dropping onto the stairs beside you. ‘Please don’t tell me you drove home like this.’

‘God, no.’ You snorted. ‘I drove home then went to a bar with Tom.’

‘How is he?’

‘Him? Yeah, we broke up.’ You casually shrugged. ‘So then I brought some wine and realise I left my keys.’

‘Oh, honey.’ Javi murmured. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t give me that, Jav.’ You elbowed him slightly. ‘I know you hated him.’

‘Guilty as charged.’

Javier stood up, moving the bottle aside and sticking his hand out to you. He didn’t exactly relate to what you were going through. Mostly because he didn’t get into relationships, or that he was always the one to end them. He hadn’t really known heartbreak in the conventional sense. Sure, he’d felt a pang in his chest when you first introduced him to your now ex just over a year ago, but that wasn’t loss. It was just..something he didn’t want to think about. It was a can of worms he’d been pretty good at keeping shut, and he was not going to start sorting through it at 1AM. He was far from drunk (unlike some people) but hours and hours of paperwork and chain smoking had fogged his brain. Right then, you needed a friend, and that was something he could be. Though you hadn’t shared all that much emotion together - mostly just careless banter and harmless teasing - your jobs had bonded you for life. You’d certainly witnessed a lot of twisted things, and it meant that you and Murphy were the only two people in the world who truly understood the kind of thing he dealt with. And, with all due respect to Murphy, you got on Javi’s nerves a fuck ton less.

You tangled your fingers with his, letting him drag you up off the steps. Stumbling for a moment, you gripped onto his shirt for balance. It felt like somebody had taken a baseball bat to your head and to your stomach. Whether you wanted to chunder or faint first, you didn’t know. The only thing you could think about was the warm arms wrapping around your waist, and the feeling of Javier’s body being flush against yours as he pulled you against his side and guided you into the building.

‘Where do you think you left your keys?’ He gently asked. He didn’t say anything when you slumped further against him, all your energy staying solely on walking and not falling.

‘Thabar.’ You murmured.

‘Huh?’

‘The bar.’ You repeated. ‘I’ll go back in the morning. It’s fine.’

‘I don’t think you’ll be awake before midday.’ Javi chided.

He held you there for a moment, fumbling about for his own keys, before kicking open the apartment door.

His place wasn’t bad, but it didn’t feel that far off of a show apartment, or the window of an Ikea. It was identical to yours, except you’d actually made yours homier. Javi’s, meanwhile, looked exactly as it had the day he’d moved in. None of the furniture had moved, and the television had probably been turned on a total of twice. Whilst your place was covered in photos and personally belongings, his was filled with bottles of whiskey and strewn leather jackets. He did have one photo hanging on his fridge; it was a Polaroid of him, you and Murphy, chilling out at your favourite bar. You were in the middle of them, practically hanging off their arms with a grin on your face. Javier would never let either of you actually know how much you meant to him. He couldn’t deal with the teasing.

The next few moments were a blur of you dropping onto his sofa, hitting the leather with a thump. He tossed a warm blanket over you, before helping you kick off your shoes and taking a seat beside you. With the alcohol making you more brazen than usual, you didn’t think twice about curling against his side, and Javier didn’t think twice about letting you. He knew better than anyone that sometimes, a hug was the best medicine - so, he tossed an arm over your shoulders, pulling you towards him in a similar manner to how he had done in the hallway. The smell of his aftershave was gentle, mixed with a faint smell of cigarettes and the mint hand cream he insisted he didn’t use. It was just...Javi. And you loved it.

‘Do you wanna talk about it?’ Javi gently asked, thumb rubbing circles over the bare skin on your arm.

‘I dunno what there is to say.’ You murmured. ‘I saw it coming. I definitely saw it coming but I just...I thought he was it you know. I mean, you probably don’t know because the one for you is whiskey and cigarettes-’

‘- is this an attack on me or your ex?’ He joked.

‘Right, sorry.’ You peered up at him through hooded eyes. ‘Just hurts, y’know? Because for all his flaws, he’s probably as good as I’m ever gonna get.’

‘That’s bullshit and you know it.’ He reminded you. ‘That man never deserved you.’

‘He wasn’t that bad, Jav.’

‘Remember all the times you were in a bad mood because he was late, or because he didn’t turn up to a date?’ His brown eyes flickered, staring at the blank wall ahead. He didn’t mean to overstep, or to be protective, but it was just that it you. And that was reason enough.

‘He was trying his best.’

‘If that’s his best, then he’s in trouble.’ He snorted.

You groaned, flopping further down into his chest. ‘It’s hopeless. I’m hopeless. I don’t need a man to survive but maybe thats why I get through them so quickly.’

‘You’re not the problem.’ Javi said.

‘My mum always said I was too much to handle-’

‘- you’re not.’ He cut you off. ‘If they think you’re too much, then they’re not worth your time.’

‘There’s seven billion people on the planet. There must be someone, right?’

‘You don’t need to find somebody. You’re more than enough on your own.’ He said. (What he meant to say was: you don’t need to find somebody, but it’s okay if you want me).

‘I know.’ You murmured.

A silence fell over you. Javier wasn’t entirely sure what to say, because every time he tried to go over the possibilities, it kept ending with him declaring that he was the one you should be with. It made sense logistically.

You didn’t like to be looked after, but you always let him. You both had the same job, so you both understood the struggle. The spark between you two was fucking immense and there was always something to talk about. It was hard to find a single reason not to be together - except for timing. And timing was kind of everything, especially when there was so much at stake. How much of it you needed, he didn’t know. That wasn’t even calculating in the fact that it would take Javier at least thirty more cycles of convincing himself to tell you before he finally took the plunge.

‘Thank you for helping me tonight.’ You sleepily mumbled.

‘Always.’ Javier replied.

‘I’m trying not to fall asleep on you-’

‘- go ahead.’ He cut you off with a soft chuckle.

‘I appreciate you.’

That was the last thing you managed, before sleep completely overtook you. This was new ground for your friendship - physical touch, deep conversations, Javi teetering dangerously close on the precipice of enlightening you with his feelings. The bottom could even have the best landing ever, or the worst. Was it worth the risk?

Javi peered down at you, completely enamoured at the sight of you quietly snoozy, hand splayed out on his chest and eyes screwed shut. This could be an everyday thing. Domesticity and closeness and you. He could feel his chest physically hurting at the feeling; at the prospect of having you. Like, actually having you.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, brown eyes flickering up to the ceiling. That was when he knew in his very soul, the answer to that question.

You were worth every risk.

#javier pena x reader #javier pena imagine #javier pena fluff #javier pena x you #javier pena blurb #pedro pascal characters

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alittlelove4u · 3 years

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living with Atsumu headcanon

warnings: none. It’s just pure fluff and domestic

note: should I do more of these?

masterlist

Atsumu just loves the fact that you actually wanted to move together. He spend most of his time at your place anyway and finding an apartment was the best solution.

You spend so many hours at IKEA looking for furniture. Everything has to fit together and be the same aesthetic.

Your kitchen is open towards your living room and it has a small island. The two of you often cook together and he loves it to sit on the kitchenette and watch you. Whenever he’s cooking, you’re not allowed to touch anything or help him because he wants to spoil you. But if you look at him with your puppy eyes he’ll let you taste it. On weekdays, when you have to go to work, you’ll just sit on the kitchenette, drink your morning coffee/tea and listen to the radio, while he’s standing between your legs. Still with his morning voice and half closed eyes, hell tell you that he loves you and kiss you softly.

Mornings with Atsumu are pretty quiet. He has to wake up pretty early and he hates that. If you have wake up at the same time, he’ll probably wake up earlier and get ready so you can take your time in the bathroom. By the time you’re ready, he already made coffee and packed his trainings bag. He also insists that you eat in the morning because it’s important, even if it’s just toast and an apple. Every morning he’ll compliment you about your outfit or appearance in general. Even if you just put on a shit and jeans, he thinks you’re the most beautiful person on planet earth. ,,You look beautiful today, Babe.“ ,,This outfit makes you look even prettier.“ If you have some kind of meeting or presentation, he‘ll definitely cover your face with kisses until you crack a smile.

Most of the time Atsumu comes back home earlier than you. He’ll drop his bag by the door and fall into the couch. He really tries to stay awake at least for a bit, so he can tidy up the apartment, but sometimes he’s just too tired from training. However he’ll text you, when he comes home, no matter how tired he is. ,,I know you miss your beautiful boyfriend, but don’t forget too drink water and eat something. Love you!“ If you’re still at work after he wakes up from his nap, he’ll tidy up the place a bit and cook something.

While you were looking for an apartment m, he insisted on a balcony. He loves it, when the living room is floated by the evening sun. He especially loves it when the two of you are chilling on the couch on a lazy sunday afternoon and the sun kisses your face. He will cover your face with kisses until you giggle and tell you how much he loves you.

Before a big game he’ll probably spend most of the night on the balcony because he’s nervous. You’d wake up in an empty bed and find him sitting on the balcony without a shit. Yes he sleeps without a shirt. You have to convince him to come back to bed and if you lay on his chest and tell him, that he’s in fact a great player, he might actually fall asleep.

Whenever one of you has a bad day you take a bath together. You have about 10 different bath bombs, a playlist and he definitely bought a yellow duck. If you had a rough day, Atsumu will massage your shoulders while you talk about it. He also appreciates it when you massage him after a hard game. He’ll melt under your fingers, if you run your fingers through his hair.

There are probably a hundert pictures hanging around your place. The two of you. Your friends, your families, his old high school team, he and Osamu. You also hung up every postcard he sends, when he’s playing somewhere else.

His fans often gift him plushies and they are all over your place.

Atsumu wanted LED lights in your bedroom and a mirror over your bed.

If he wants your attention, he’ll play the weirdest songs until you give up and cuddle.

The two of you break at least one glass or plate a month because you’re so chaotic.

One morning he forgot to close the balcony and when you came home a bird was sitting on your couch table.

You always argue who has to vacuum or do the laundry. Usually you throw a coin.

If you’re afraid to kill the spider/bug and ask him to do it, he’ll make fun of you but a couple of minutes later he’ll scream because he’s just as afraid as you.

Once Osamu visited, too teach him how to make onigiri and they started arguing and throwing rice at each other.

#haikyuu headcanons #hq boys #atsumu headcanons #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu miya #atsumu x y/n #hq atsumu

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wolfmadefromash · 3 years

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Mega Prompt List

I have brought together a few different lists and have over 300 prompts. I love getting request, it’s great, but they don’t always flow in. So the idea is to use a random number generator and have that pick the prompt for me. I have a ton of WIPs so I really shouldn’t be looking to add anything but...Well it’s like trying not to buy a new book. I can’t do it.

Feel free to send me a request from this list if you’d like! And as always, expect a Sterek fic, because that is all I know anymore...

1. I need you.

2. You’re family.

3. I care about you.

4. Can I join you.

5. You made your choice.

6. This isn’t fair!

7. How could you do this?

8. Do you hate me?

9. I could never leave you behind.

10. Come with me.

11. That’s sweet.

12. You look great.

13. Where are you going?

14. That’s new.

15. Let me help you.

16. Drop the attitude.

17. Are you okay?

18. I’ve got you.

19. I’m worried about you.

20. You don’t seem like yourself tonight.

21. Do you like it?

22. You smell nice.

23. They didn’t deserve you.

24. I trust you, do you trust me?

25. Karma is a bitch.

26. What the hell?

27. Son of a bitch.

28. I hope your day gets better.

29. I’m here if you need to talk.

30. Are you listening to me?

31. Sorry.

32. Why are you doing this?

33. Why are you acting like this?

34. How do I look?

35. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

36. What is this about?

37. You look like hell.

38. I haven’t seen you in a few days.

39. It’s good to see you.

40. You know, you can stay if you want to.

41. I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.

42. Truth hurts, doesn’t it?

43. I almost feel bad for you.

44. What you did was stupid.

45. No. You listen to me.

46. It doesn’t matter.

47. I know you’re scared.

48. You’re a terrible liar.

49. You’re not helping.

50. It’s not safe here.

51. You should leave.

52. Everything is fine.

53. I’ll keep you safe.

54. I hope you know what you’re doing.

55. Just go away.

56. You don’t have to act like you’re okay.

57. I’m only here to help.

58. Don’t mind if I do.

59. Don’t you think you’ve done enough?

60. Thanks for nothing.

61. I’m done.

62. You think that this is easy for me?

63. I hate seeing you like this.

64. You make me so mad.

65. I brought you dinner.

66. Say what?

67. You’ll be fine.

68. You’ve got me on your side.

69. I don’t like you…. I love you.

70. I don’t want you… I need you.

71. What are you doing here?

72. It’s okay to cry.

73. I can tell you’re lying.

74. You’re in danger.

75. You deserve better.

76. You’ve changed.

77. I think I’m in trouble.

78. You always find a way to surprise me.

79. You did what you had to do.

80. You have no idea.

81. Why am I not surprised?

82. This is just great.

83. You’re here late.

84. What’s on your mind?

85. I wanted to apologize.

86. It’s just you and me.

87. I’m just looking out for you.

88. I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.

89. Calm down.

90. Why didn’t you tell me?

91. Oh come on.

92. No one is perfect.

93. You’ve been quiet.

94. What did you just say?

95. I’ll always be there for you.

96. Fair enough.

97. When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.

98. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.

99. You’re not crazy.

100. I’m not leaving.

101. I hope you’re happy.

102. You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.

103. Don’t worry about it.

104. I’ll be there in a few minutes.

105. You’re not going anywhere.

106. You believe me, don’t you?

107. Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.

108. Shhh… You need to be quiet.

109. Fuck you!

110. You don’t even know me.

111. That’s starting to get annoying

112. Hey, hey, calm down They can’t hurt you anymore

113. You can’t just sit there all day

114. I’m too sober for this

115. I’m not here to make friends

116. I need a place to stay

117. Well, that’s tragic

118. You’re seriously like a man-child

119. You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!

120. The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids

121. Dear Diary, …

122. She’s hiding behind the sofa

123. I lost our baby

124. They’re so cute when they’re asleep

125. I’d kill for a coffee…literally

126. You’re getting crumbs all over my bed

127. Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion

128. What’s the matter, sweetie?

129. You’re Satan

130. I don’t want to hear your excuse You can’t just give me wet-willies

131. I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me

132. Did you just hiss at me?

133. Do you really need all that candy?

134. It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka

135. I swear, I’m not crazy!!!

136. The diamond in your engagement ring is fake

137. No Regrets

138. How drunk was I?

139. How is my wife more badass than me?

140. Be you No one else can

141. I haven’t slept in ages

142. I locked the keys in the car

143. Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?

144. You work for me You are my slave

145. Take your medicine

146. They’re monsters

147. Welcome to fatherhood

148. Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?

149. It’s your turn to make dinner

150. The kids, they ambushed me

151. Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!

152. Stop being so cute

153. I feel like I can’t breathe

154. You need to see a doctor

155. You’re getting a vasectomy That’s final

156. I was a joke, baby I swear

157. Dogs don’t wear clothes!

158. I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…

159. Safety first What are you? FIVE?

160. This is girl talk, so leave

161. There’s a herd of them!

162. Do you think I’m scared of a woman?

163. They’re not your kids, back the fuck off

164. You’re a nerd

165. I’m late

166. Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!

167. You smell like a wet dog

168. I could punch you right now

169. Are you going to talk to me?

170. Welcome back Now fucking help me

171. If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?

172. Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?

173. Here, take my blanket

174. I don’t want you to stop

175. How could I ever forget about you?

176. You’re bleeding all over my carpet

177. Run for it!

178. We need to talk

179. Not everyone is out to get you Stop thinking that It’s annoying

180. I want a pet

181. Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now

182. I’m not wearing a dress

183. I’m not wearing a tie

184. Quit beating me up!

185. Please put your penis away

186. Don’t argue Just do it

187. I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island

188. Hold still

189. I just ironed these pants!

190. Enough with the sass!

191. Show me what’s behind your back

192. I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor

193. Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry

194. Stay awake

195. STOP INTERRUPTING ME!

196. You’re not interested, are you?

197. I’m not buying Ikea furniture again

198. Tell me you need me

199. Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you

200. I’m telling you I’m haunted

201. I had a bad dream again

202. Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween

203. It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me

204. You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving

205. The store ran out of Easter eggs

206. How could you forget your son’s birthday?

207. You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich

208. Come over here and make me

209. Have you lost your damn mind!?

210. Please, don’t leave

211. Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?

212. Wait a minute Are you jealous?

213. Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?

214. I almost lost you

215. Wanna bet?

216. Don’t you ever do that again!

217. Teach me how to play?

218. Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!

219. I think we need to talk

220. Kiss me

221. Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always

222. So, I found this waterfall…

223. It could be worse

224. Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…

225. This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had Of course I’m in

226. The paint’s supposed to go where?

227. You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you

228. We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?

229. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice

230. Just once

231. You’re the only one I trust to do this

232. I can’t believe you talked me into this

233. I got you a present

234. Marry me?

235. I thought you were dead

236. It’s not what it looks like…

237. You lied to me

238. I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified

239. Please don’t do this

240. If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed

241. You heard me. Take It Off

242. I wish I could hate you

243. Wanna dance?

244. You fainted…straight into my arms You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes

245. Hey! I was gonna eat that!

246. Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?

247. You did all of this for me?

248. I swear it was an accident

249. YOU DID WHAT?!

250. If you die, I’m gonna kill you

251. Tell me a secret

252. Hey, have you seen the? Oh

253. No one needs to know

254. Boo

255. Well this is awkward…

256. We’ll get through this, I promise

257. You make me feel You make me feel and I hate it

258. Why are you so jealous?

259. Please don’t cry I can’t stand seeing you cry

260. If I leave now, I won’t come back

261. I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you

262. Don’t fucking touch me

263. I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for

264. I know for a fact that you’re not ‘fine’

265. You absolute fucking… I’m so angry I can’t even insult you!

266. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me

267. I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired

268. You didn’t call You didn’t text Nothing

269. I’ve never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand

270. I would never do this to you if I didn’t have to You know that right?

271. You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love

272. Calm down! You’re scaring me!

273. Hey, I know you’re hurting… but, you’re not alone, okay?

274. Why do you run away from your problems all the time?

275. Please talk to me about it

276. Shh, it was just a bad dream Just a dream, okay? None of it was reality

277. It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger

278. I’m not going to leave you You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise

279. Why are your eyes so red?

280. We’re not just friends and you fucking know it

281. I don’t know who you are anymore

282. Can you at least promise me that? - I don’t think I can, not this time

283. Do you even still love me?

284. Get out I am done with you

285. I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me

286. You hurt me

287. I don’t know how to exist in a world without you

288. You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe

289. I don’t want to feel this way anymore

290. Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know

291. Nobody’s seen you in days

292. Don’t cry

293. You haven’t lost me

294. Why are you crying?

295. We could…take a nap together?

296. Nothing is wrong with you

297. You keep that photo of us in your wallet?

298. Sssh. Stop fussing I’m just braiding your hair

299. You’re comfy

300. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend

301. Sleeping with you was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years

302. You smell really nice

303. It was a joke, baby I swear

304. You’re the best part of me

305. No, like… It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes

306. Aw, you’re blushing

307. Your hair is really soft

308. I promise I will never let anything bad happen to you

309. Can we just lie here for a moment?

310. I don’t care if you’re sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it

311. I think you might be my soulmate

312. Can we stay like this forever?

313. I don’t want to be your partner either, but we have to get this assignment done

314. I’ve got you

315. I can’t sleep, can I stay here?

316. You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?

317. I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done

318. I can’t sleep

319. Sometimes I really don’t like you

320. Can I hold your hand?

321. You look like you could use a hug

322. You make me feel safe

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bxdcubes · 3 years

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ok but listen. Random 34 and Kisses 6 have POTENTIAL tho

34. “I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

6. Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

Rockstar, I spent too long on this. So much so I got sleepy by the end. XD

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again,” Peter proclaims, loudly, even as Stiles drags him into the store.

Stiles’ hold on his hand is nothing the werewolf couldn’t easily break out of, with no harm done to Stiles, yet other than walking slowly he doesn’t actually put that much of a fight.

Rather graciously, Stiles decides not to call him out on it.

“I’m not making you buy furniture, Peter, I just need your opinion on a gift for Derek’s new digs and I can’t actually afford any of the bougie places you frequent,” Stiles explains, again, as he tugs Peter into the lighting section.

Peter sniffs haughtily and finally matches Stiles’ pace. “And what do I get out of this?”

“The gift of my company,” Stiles quips back. He expects Peter to make a snide remark at that and mentally prepares himself to spend the next fifteen minutes throwing insults back and forth, but all Peter does is hum.

Stiles will not fixate on that. Or the fact that he’s yet to release Peter’s hand. Or that Peter is actually holding his hand as well.

Instead, he focuses on finding a standing lamp that won’t cost him both his kidneys but isn’t hideous either. And for all his remarks and eye-rolling Peter does actually help. They do end up with a few other items for Derek that he’ll be less pleased with, much to Stiles’ and Peter’s delight. Like the Cookie Monster-blue, fluffy rug, or the heart-shaped pillow with arms.

They’re looking for a box with a candlestick shaped like a dog lying stiffly on its side (Stiles did do his research beforehand) when Stiles feels Peter go rigid at his side. Before he can ask what’s wrong he’s being dragged away from the shelf they have been browsing and a few aisles down, their shopping left right there on the floor.

They’re in one of the display bedrooms, all done in black and grey, somewhere in the corner of the section. Considering the kind of labyrinth IKEA is on a normal trip, they’re pretty much tucked away from any other customers at this time.

What Stiles means is that there is absolutely no reason for Peter to back him right against the wall and pressing against him, their faces inches apart when Peters stops scanning their surroundings.

“Peter, what the hell is going on?” Stiles whisper-shouts, his heart rabbiting in his chest not only out of surprise and stress.

“I just saw one of the hunters from the group we fought off last week,” Peter whispers back, “He didn’t really look to shopping.”

“Fuck, you think he’s here for us?”

“If he is, he’s definitely not alone.”

Stiles curses again, “What do we do?” he asks. He bites on his lower lip as he considers their options and with how close together they’re pressed he can feel Peter inhaling sharply.

Stiles focuses on Peter and sees how dark his eyes are, how intent his gaze is on Stiles’ mouth and--

They hear footsteps right outside the facsimile of a room they’re in and Stiles reacts before anything else and closes the gap between them. It’s an awful kiss for all of five seconds and then Peter cups Stiles’ face with one hand, and changes the angle, and-- the damn hunters could be converging on them but all Stiles can think off is how soft Peter’s lips are in comparison to the scratch of his beard.

“Sirs!” someone calls, “I’m going to have to ask you to stop. This is a store!”

They break apart at that, Peter burying his face in the crook of Stiles’ neck as Stiles gasps out an apology and a promise to leave. He can feel Peter laughing, can hear it too since Peter isn’t doing a good job smothering it.

“Shut up,” he scolds but he’s barely holding back laughter himself. His fingers are clutched in the back of Peter’s shirt so Stiles has to untangle one of his hands to swat - gently - at the back of Peter’s head.

“I’d apologize, darling,” Peter says once he’s done hiding his face, “but I’m not sorry at all.” He’s smiling at Stiles in a way he’s never seen before: full of wonder and warmth.

And Stiles would love to learn the way that smile tastes but there is a valid reason they’ve abandoned Dere’s lamp and hid away in a dark corner.

“How about we call reinforcements and then maybe grab dinner after the hunters are dealt with?” he asks, his confidence bolstered by the widening of Peter’s smiler.

“How about we deal with the hunters ourselves and celebrate with dinner?” Peter proposes and it’s a tempting proposition, made twice such by their close proximity and the hunger in Peter’s eyes.

Stiles considers it briefly, “Only if we get that candlestick.”

“Deal,” Peter says and seals it with a quick kiss.

rblgs are love

also, the candlestick

#steter #peterstiles #starstruckstargazer #mar writes #anonymous

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leviachaan · 4 years

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would ask for a matchup but i decided to go w/ a headcannon request. how would the brothers or undateables (whichever you’re more experienced at writing ^^) react to MC taking them to ikea? apparently the furniture names are like demon summoning rituals if you try to pronounce them. 👀

//This is honestly so amusing to imagine siajdjks we need to somehow bring them all to IKEA for real

Lucifer 🎲

"MC, stay close to me so you don't get lost. It could be dangerous in this labyrinth" "Lucifer, honey, this is a furniture store" "oh"

You cannot change my mind that this man would be staring at the most gothic yet elegant pieces of furniture ever (I thought of lamps for some reason)

His eyes would be constantly glued on you. You never know what could come out from under those beds, MC.

He would do his best to stifle a laugh from your poor attempt of pronouncing a word.

"Take your time" remarks here and there to piss you off Lucifer you little shit

MC: "These words feel like I'm summoning a demon"

Lucifer: "????? excUSE-"

He ends up buying the gothic lamp. Another addition to his dungeon looking bedroom.

After his fascination for the lamp is over, he would mostly be focused on you and your cute little outbursts of excitement over random things.

"Lucifer, look at all those candles! Don't they look great??" "Of course, my dear"

Your room would be 90% candles the next morning.

And a matching lamp

Mammon💴

For the love of Diavolo

Don't. Leave. Him. Alone.

He will steal buy everything that he finds on his way the second you turn your head away.

The whole building is like a Mammon harem. He needs to buy everything. He needs it, MC.

"How many bucks if I fit this whole table in my pockets" "maMMON NO-"

You bet he would find a way to piss the employees off to the point you two would have to run and hide inside one of the closets.

"Y-you sure must be feeling grateful to be stuck with someone like me inside a closet, human" "Mammon, I swear to everything holy-"

The whole walk would be you having to babysit Mammon and sweet talk him out of buying every object in the bloody building and him criticising stuff.

Mammon: "Who would even buy a bed like that?"

MC: "I like that bed"

Mammon: "I love that bed"

He would end up getting lost and you would have to ask one of the employees to help you search for him.

"Sir, please follow me, your guardian is looking for you"

Leviathan 🐍

It would take l o t s and l o t s of convincing to even bring him out of his room. You had to promise him two nights of TSL binge watching as compensation.

Why go there when we can enjoy the online IKEA simulator?

Would 1000% stick to you like a lost puppy. He's not used to being outside and in such a huge building, please don't leave him alone.

He would shyly hold the hem of your shirt for comfort (would try to hold your hand as well, but if you mentioned it he would be like "ROTF how did my hand get there? LOL!"

At some point he saw you staring at a love seat.

MC, please no

You: >:)

MC, NO

You ended up pulling him down with you on the love seat. Congrats! You broke Leviathan!

He would bury his face inside his shirt like an ostrich, anything to avoid you seeing the ridiculously prominent blush on his face.

He felt pride swelling in him though once people looked at you sitting on the love seat together.

"They are mine. Take that, normies"

Satan📖

He would s p r i n t to every vintage bookcase that caught his eye.

Probably the only one of the brothers to actually look at the furniture.

You would turn away for 0.1 seconds and you would find him sitting on one of the chairs for display already having read 3 of the books meant for props.

"Dear, do you know where an employee is? I want to borrow this book-"

Will definitely try to buy the book

It was an accident, but you got really excited by a small plant and wandered around, leaving Satan behind as a result.

Needless to say, you would find him soon enough as he would be punching through every fake door in his way and yeeting chairs to the Gods thinking that someone kidnapped you.

"DID YOU TAKE THEM???" *insert terrified employee*

You would have to literally tackle him to prevent him from murdering everyone on sight.

You would have to explain his demon form to everyone as part of a Halloween themed party

Even if it's August

Asmodeus👛

If you think this man would do anything else but stare at the mirrors, you are wrong.

"Darling, look how amazing this mirror looks! Oh wait, it's just me~"

If you are interested in actually buying something, he's your demon.

People would actually ask him things, because they would think he works there.

You are in for a 2 hour long presentation for the reasons the pale pink chair fits the shade of your bedroom wall more than the pastel orange one.

He would insist on you two taking pictures in front of absolutely every mirror on display.

He maintains that he did it because he wants to decide which one to get later back at home, but in reality he really wants his phone to be full of pictures of you.

You are the most beautiful thing in his eyes and he wants to stare at you all the time 💖

Beelzebub🍔

Food detected

This hungry boi would locate the cafeteria as soon as you two stepped inside the building.

MC: "We could eat lunch here! But it takes a while to get to the cafeteria and to find it-"

Beel: "Found it "

He's really hungry, but he doesn't want to ruin your date so he will follow you around everywhere you go and patiently wait for you to say it's time to eat.

Poor boi will feel his heart pounding louder than his stomach once you show him a small hamburger plushie with a smile on it and told him it reminds you of him.

MC: "It's cute, just like you!" Beel: 🥺

He bought the plushie and is now officially sleeping with it every night and if anyone dares to touch it, he will eat their hands.

He has to hold back from eating it, but it reminds him of you and he holds it close to his chest every night so he won't have nightmares.

His smile could beat heaven itself once you two sit to eat.

Belphegor 💤

You thought persuading Levi was hard? Take a look at this fool.

You would have to literally b e g this damn cow to get out of his bed and come with you.

You promised him cuddles and naps when you come back so you better stick to your word.

As soon as he locates the beds, you are done.

Not even the three realms together could make this man stand back up.

MC: "Belphie, please, get up"

Belphie: "Make me"

Fun fact: you couldn't make him.

This demon grabbed your hand and pulled you down on the bed with him.

He clang to you like a koala and wouldn't let go no matter what.

You would softly try to remind him that there are people watching.

He would straight up growl at anyone that looked at you or tried to make you two get up.

You were eventually kicked out and Belphie couldn't be happier.

Time to go home and cuddle you.

Diavolo 👑

"So this is how humans spend their time! So intriguing!"

He would act like an excited puppy the whole time. Yes, this man is the prince of hell.

He would be thrilled by e v e r y t h i n g and I mean e v e r y t h i n g.

You two would end up playing hide and seek and he would easily find you every time.

He's a demon, he can smell your scent from 1 kilometer away. That's the only reason he would let you roam around like that without being worried about your well-being.

He can't really hide from you either considering how tall and buff he is.

You would pretend not to see him so you could see that beautiful grin on his face thinking that he hid well. Protect him.

Mentally writes down anything you seem to like so he can buy it for you.

He wants you to feel safe and accepted in the Devildom so he will get you anything he can to make you feel like home 🥺

You wake up the next day with your room fully redecorated and a heartwarming letter from Diavolo thanking you for taking him with you and him hoping you had fun as well with a small smily face at the end.

I'm weak for this man

This took me a while to write, but it was so fun! I hope you enjoyed it! I will try to practise more on writing for Simeon and Solomon and make sure to write about them too next time! Thank you for the request 💖

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Motherly Instincts

Dean Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1992 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Dean’s gf being there for Kelly through her entire pregnancy, and then having a bond to Jack that she can’t explain, even to Dean

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You and Dean had been in a committed relationship for a number of years, but you had never handled something like this between the two of you.

Killing monsters was a piece of cake, and putting your lives out on the line was almost a daily occurrence but you two had no experience with children.

None at all, really.

It was no secret that you had no plans of ever having children in the life, so the closest you would likely ever get to any kind of childbirth came in the form of Kelly Kline, a young woman who was currently carrying the spawn of Satan.

It wasn't something she’d ever asked for, and had been party to against her will, though she had so much goodwill and love in her heart that she didn’t care what her son would become.

She seemed to believe that he was good, and if she did, you weren’t going to argue. You had to do what you thought was right, even if it meant possibly upsetting the love of your life.

Instead of worrying about that though, you threw yourself fully into the pregnancy process and everything that could happen upon the birth of her son.

You had been online shopping for days, buying onesies, tiny shoes, Swedish cribs and paint for the nursery. It was fully consuming you in the best way, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

You loved every second of it.

“Here, try this part” you suggested, handing a very pregnant Kelly a smaller piece of wood that you wanted to make fit. No matter how hard you tried, nothing was working.

You just didn’t have all the bits and pieces you needed to make it work.

“I hate this crap. I wasn’t made to build Ikea furniture. I can take apart and rebuild a rifle in thirty seconds but I can’t do this” you huffed, setting it down in upset.

This was getting ridiculous, however, you didn’t want to argue with her over it. Kelly had made it very clear to you how important this was to her, and you knew that she had to do this.

So, if you had to suck it up and nearly obliterate this whole thing in frustration and rage, you were just going to have to.

“It’ll be okay, we can figure this out” she assured, doing her best to calm you though it was hard to believe since she was laughing at you. You had been doing your best.

...And Kelly owed you for all the kindness and support you’d offered her through all this.

You were the only person who had been on her side every step of the way and she knew that you would die for her baby. Nothing was going to keep you from him.

In her position, that was all Kelly needed to know.

“Thank you for all of this. I know it’s not really your thing” she teased, gesturing over to the duckling with a handgun you’d insisted on painting on the wall.

It was just like the one you’d had on your own as a kid and it was something you found amusing beyond comparison. It was something that you and Kelly could both agree was kind of funny.

It was very you, and that meant that she found the joy in it.

“It’s not as bad as I thought. I kind of like all the baby prepping stuff” you grinned, reaching out to take her hand in your own, giving it a squeeze. “Besides, it’s what friends do” you smiled, grinning at her.

Through all of this, you couldn’t imagine how she felt, knowing that this was going to be the end of her life, having hardly done anything she’d dreamed of before...knowing that this was it.

“It is, isn’t it?” she smiled, knowing that you two, were in fact, friends. It had come to be in a rather strange way but it was exactly what it needed to be at the time.

It was everything you needed.

You knew very little about what had actually happened inside the house from where you were, watching the tear in spacetime from outside. However, that all changed as soon as Jack was born.

He came into the world and with him came a surge of energy that coursed through you and every other living thing on this planet.

You had no idea what was going on, but before you could even stop to think, you found yourself racing up the stairs toward Kelly’s room. Something had changed, and you had to make sure she was alright.

The only problem was that she wasn’t.

Kelly was already gone when you got to her bedside, immediately causing your heart to sink into your stomach. All of this, and you hadn’t been there for her when you needed to.

Knowing this part was inevitable didn’t make it hurt any less, not that you could focus on that pit in your stomach, when you realized her baby was nowhere to be found.

Which was strange because, typically, babies just didn’t go missing like that as soon as they were born.

Luckily though, before you could completely freak out over the loss of the baby, and the closest friend that you’d made in a while, you noticed the trail of fiery footprints burned into the floor.

...Not baby sized footprints either. Whatever was up here with you, you were almost positive that it wasn’t a baby.

Without missing a beat, you reached into the waistband of your jeans, feeling around the middle of your back briefly before grasping the handle of the knife you always kept there.

Perhaps you should have stopped to get Sam or Dean before going into something that could be dangerous but you didn’t have time for that. They were currently messing around in the alternate dimension and you didn’t want to interrupt.

Whatever was behind that door, you knew that you would be able to handle it for yourself.

You had to, at least, for now.

“You wanna play? Let's play” you hummed, determined to gank whatever it was as quickly as possible so that you could go back to searching for Kelly’s baby. You weren’t going to let him get far if he’d wandered off.

Not that you had to worry about that for very long before you found out what had really happened. In the dark of that room, in the corner in a big ball, you found a boy...a boy who was much closer to a man than anything else.

“Who the hell are you? What’s going on?” you demanded, your voice filling the room in replacement for the silence that had been there previously.

You had no idea who he was, but once you decided he was likely not a threat, you put your knife back in its place. Whoever this guy was, you knew that you could take him if he had any sort of problem.

Though, he clearly didn’t have any idea who he was either. That much was clear from the blank expression on his face and the confusion shining in his eyes.

“My name, is Jack”

His reply was slow, and came in a cadence you weren’t used to hearing but as soon as he said it, everything made much more sense. You couldn’t find Kelly’s baby because her baby wasn’t a baby at all.

Apparently, her baby had chosen to mature at a much faster rate than mortals typically did and you weren’t about to argue with that. Stranger things had happened.

“Jack? Are you alright?” you tried, kneeling down where you stood to get closer to where he was sitting though you didn’t really need to. You really just wanted to make sure that he knew you weren’t going to hurt him.

The last thing you wanted was to scare him away.

You were talking to a being not even a day old, but who held more power than you could have imagined. Cas had made that very clear as soon as he saw what Jack would be capable of.

He wasn’t a force to be reckoned with.

Luckily for you, the farthest thing from your mind was letting anything hurt Jack. You had helped Kelly through the latter part of her pregnancy and you knew how important her baby was to her.

In some ways, you guessed losing her had only reinforced your desire to take care of him, just like you had when she was alive.

“I’m fine. I need to find my father” he started, standing almost immediately after the words left his lips, though you knew that you had some things to talk about first.

You had approached him rather timidly as far as a hunter went, but Sam and Dean would not be so cautious in their greeting. In fact, you weren’t about to even put shooting at him past Dean.

...Especially not after the events of the past month or so.

Still, you forced yourself to focus on the task at hand, smiling at Jack in the most genuine way you could muster. “I’d bet my friends and I can help you find him. I’m Y/N, I want to help you” you hummed, reaching out a hand to show him you meant well.

You had no idea if a handshake was a gesture he’d recognize or not but you had to give it your best shot. After all, Jack had to know that he had at least one friend in the world.

As much as you loved him, you knew that Dean had his own reservations about Jack and what he was before he was even born and you weren’t going to let that affect him.

Or, you were going to do your best to not to let that happen.

“You look so much like your mom” you gushed briefly, the words slipping out before you even meant for them to, shocking both you and the male in front of you.

Immediately after mentioning Kelly, his attitude pricked up a little bit more as if he was more inclined to hear you out. It was a good start, maybe letting him know you cared about Kelly would increase his trust in you.

At the very least it was worth a shot.

“Kelly and I were pretty close before you were born” you shrugged, doing your best not to think about it too much. As sad as you were to have lost her, you were talking to her son who had never gotten a chance to meet her.

You just felt like you had to keep that in mind when talking about her.

“You knew my mother?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep considering the amount of time he’d been on earth. You didn’t know very much about nephilim but you were going to have to read up if you were gonna help Cas take care of Jack.

“Castiel”

You had forgotten all about the guys over there in the other world while focusing on Jack, but they had been gone for quite a while. It was likely they needed your help.

“Come on honey, I’ll explain later. You have to just trust me” you tried now, a little more urgently as you worried about the fate of your friends more and more with each passing second.

They’d all been off their game for a little while now and if something happened to them, you would never be able to forgive yourself.

...And surprisingly, Jack allowed you to lead him from the building so that you could find those three idiots who had probably gotten themselves into all kinds of trouble in the time you’d been gone.

You just had to hope that Dean wasn’t too cross with you when he found out that you had pretty much taken Jack for your own at this point.

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