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helen-with-an-a · 1 month

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I am an Adult pt 3

Hi. So I wasn't planning to do a part 3 of the series but I got a request and it was really cute/funny so I thought why not ahaha.

Barca Femeni x Reader ; Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 3.5 : Part 4

Word Count: 3.3k

Description: R gets a girlfriend

It took a lot of work to find the right balance. The give and take, knowing where to push and where to pull. That fine line between knowing when to go to the team for help and doing it yourself.

After the events of last Spring, you had been better at relying on the girls for essential things, and they had been better at asking you about them without nagging. You sent a picture of critical legal dates to Alexia, who would set a reminder to ask you about them a week or so before the actual deadline. Lucy helped you figure out meals if you asked for them. Irene helped you stock and restock your pantry and cupboards throughout your house when you were stuck on what to keep multiple or spares of. Marta helped out with your schedule if you felt a little overwhelmed. They felt like they were checking up on you and helping you without you feeling smothered. It was fantastic.

And then you got a girlfriend.

Initially, Your crush was slight, something you could repress and squash down. But then you played her in the Champions League group stages. Wolfsburg and Barcelona were drawn in the same group by some bizarre coincidence or the universe interfering in your love life.

Lena was so sweet and kind; it was crazy. You first interacted when you had to do some media together. UEFA media decided to do ‘head-to-head’ videos where some players from each team had to do videos, interviews, and challenges together. And with another stroke of luck – or divine intervention once again – you and Lena were paired together. You were caught off guard by how gentle she was. On the pitch, she was a force to be reckoned with solid tackles and her fearlessness of a yellow card. That was the only impression you had of her. Of course, you had stalked her social media for months, so you knew she seemed like a fantastic friend. But off the pitch, it was like a switch had flipped. She was so soft, it was unreal – always asking if you were ok with the questions she was asking and checking in with you after challenges. It was making your head spin in the most fantastic way.

“What do I do?” You asked Ona over coffee. She was the one person you trusted with this secret.

“Well, well, well. Where has the confident, cocky, ‘I’m so good with girls’ Y/N gone?” She joked. You had never experienced these feelings before, and you were panicking slightly.

“Ugh, never mind. If you’re just going to make fun of me-” you shook your head, starting to gather your things.

“No, wait, hey, c’mon. Do you seriously like her?” Ona grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving.

“I … I don’t know. I think so, but I don’t do relationships. I never have. It’s just been one-night stands and friends-with-benefit type things. Casual sex. Never anything more. I don’t do more.”

“Well, neither do I,” Ona cut in. You raised an eyebrow at her.

“Want me to tell that to Lucy?” You said sarcastically, chuckling at her deep blush. “Ona, c’mon, I’m serious. I really like her,” you all but begged.

“Ok, ok. No hay necesidad de preocuparse. If you really like her, just ask her out for coffee, or dinner, or to the movies, or something. Just be your normal self. You know you have game. I’ve seen the number of girls you’ve brought back after nights out. So just be your charming self, flirt a little, and ask her on a date.” You nodded at her words. Flirting, you could do. Charming, you could do. Asking her out on a date … you hoped you could do.

You asked her out after the first leg. It was in Barcelona, so you messaged her to see if she wanted to see the sights. You knew she wasn’t going home until 2 days after the match, so on her off-day. You knew it was slightly unconventional to ask someone out via text, but you think you might never do it if you asked in person.

[Initial]💙❤️: Do u want to go to see some stuff in Barcelona with me on ur day off?? x

L💚: By rselves? Like a date???

[Initial]💙❤️: Yes x

[Initial]💙❤️: Would u like to go on a date with me on ur day off??

L💚: Yes

L💚: I’ll send you the hotel details. I could meet u at like 10? 11?

[Initial]💙❤️: I’ll pick u up at 10 outside the hotel – wear comfy shoes!!! <3

L💚: Can’t wait 😁

The day was beautiful; you took her to a little bakery for breakfast – laughing a few hours away over good coffee and excellent food. You then spent the morning doing the touristy things before having lunch at a tapas place, again not noticing the time passing as you giggled and sent longing stares at each other. The afternoon was filled with more happiness as you showed her the quieter spots and your favourite places to relax. Dinner was a classic paella, finally drawing up the courage to hold her hand on your way back to drop her off.

You were just around the corner from her hotel when you pulled her to stop.

“Um … I had a perfect day today.” You said as you shuffled closer,

“Me too,” she replied, softly pushing some hair away from your face. You licked your lips, staring at hers. She slowly leant in, her eyes flicking between your lips and eyes. You leant in, too; you were so close to kissing her – one slight adjustment at you would be.

A car horn sounded right next to you, making you both spring apart. Fuck!

“I … um … I better get going,” Lena said, gesturing towards the hotel. You could tell she was a little disappointed

“Yeh, no, I get it. Just … text me, yeh? Maybe you could show me around Wolfsburg when we travel to you guys?” you said nervously, not meeting her warm brown eyes.

“Hey,” she called softly, using her free hand to grasp your chin and make you look into her eyes. “I will absolutely be showing you around my home. We will definitely be doing this again,” she said with certainty. You felt your heart jump at the idea of a second date with Lena. She squeezed your hand before she left, looking back with a soft smile as she went.

[Initial]💙❤️: SPOTIFY LINK – One Direction, ‘I Should Have Kissed You’: https://www.spotify......

L💚: SPOTIFY LINK – Odeal, ‘Next Time’: https://www.spotify.......

After the second leg, Lena took you to a Christmas Market, saying that even though it was only November, you had to experience one. It was lovely. You laughed, ate too much food, and drank too much hot chocolate and mulled wine. As she took you back to your hotel, you came to a stop, much like you had in Barcelona.

“Can I actually kiss you this time?” You asked her.

“Bitte Küsse mich.” You didn’t speak German, but she clarified her intentions as she put a hand on your hip, shuffling closer until your breaths mingled. Her lips were soft and rough and warm and cold all at once. It was perfect. The world stopped spinning momentarily as you slowly let your tongue explore.

“Mein Gott” she said as you parted.

“Guess I’m going to need German lessons.” You laughed, pressing your lips back on hers.

“Don’t worry, I know a willing teacher,” she said as you separated again.

Your relationship was semi-secret; text exchanges left you giddy, hushed phone calls left you too-smiley, and facetimes were taken as you hurried from the rooms. Everyone could tell something was different, and most people could guess that it was probably down to a person; they just couldn’t figure out who.

“Alright, out with it. Who’s got you so smiley?” Patri asked as she sat on your sofa. You were having a younger girls' night—like you do most evenings. Patri, Pina, Esmee, Ona, Jana, Martina, Vicky, Bruna, Cata … it was a bit of a squeeze in your one-bedroom flat, but you made it work.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said as you smiled into your glass.

“Oh, please. You’ve been smiling away, laughing, and being disgustingly cute. Who is it?” Jana swatted your thigh at your non-answer.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” you stuck your tongue out at her.

“Don’t make us do detective work!” Martina threatened, pulling up her phone and going onto your social media.

“It’s recent, so check who she’s recently started following,” Vicky suggested. You were so grateful that you had been following Lena for years since you had played against her at club and national levels.

“It happened after the group stages,” Ona chimed in. You threw her an offended glare. You knew she wouldn’t actively spill your secret, but you had hoped she wouldn’t join in on the hunt for the identity of your girlfriend.

“You know something, Ona!” Pina accused, a finger coming to point at her. “You know who it is, don’t you?” They soon switched from interrogating you to Ona. Logically, it was the smartest move; Ona could crack very easily. It’s how you found out about Lucy – you had just narrowed your eyes at her for slightly too long, and she broke, spilling everything to you when she stayed the night a few months ago. You watched, somewhat amused, as Ona squirmed, avoiding eye contact, ducking her head, biting her lip. She was close to spilling everything. You knew she was terrified of telling secrets that weren’t hers, but she couldn’t help it.

“Alright, guys. Enough. Stop interrogating her.” You broke up the onslaught of questions, moving from your sofa seat to the chair she was curling up in. You could tell she was close to tears, and you didn’t want to do that to her – you knew she already felt guilty enough. You shuffled her around a bit before pulling her onto your lap.

“Right, you get 5 hints. If you can’t guess it from them, then I can’t help you. And no more asking Ona!” You glared at them all, ensuring they understood how serious you were. “Right, she’s German. She plays in Germany. She’s a midfielder. We’re similar ages. She’s made her senior international debut in 2019.” You watched as the group dissolved into loud discussion.

“Lo siento mucho. No querías que nadie lo supiera y ahora...” Ona hurried out, close to tears again.

“Hey, no, no, no. It’s ok, Oni,” you reassured her as you kissed her forehead. “No es tu culpa. I promise you. I do not blame you.” She nodded and buried her head back against your collarbone, watching the carnage in front of you. You quietly laughed to each other at the scene – Wikipedia was pulled up on everyone’s phones, the German national team website as well as they speculated on who you were seeing. You slowly pulled your phone out, quickly texting Lena.

[Initial]💙❤️: Like ½ my team are tryna guess my girlfriend rn x

[Initial]💙❤️: Do u mind if I say yes if they guess it right? x

L💚: ahahahahaha

L💚: No, I don’t mind. R u gonna tell them who I am if they get it wrong tho?

[Initial]💙❤️: Whichever u want x

[Initial]💙❤️: I don’t mind telling them x

[Initial]💙❤️: Would make it easier when I disappear to Germany for a few days and u suddenly turn up in my Barca jersey

[Initial]💙❤️: I want to tell them about u x

L💚: Tell em

L💚: Can I tell my team?

[Initial]💙❤️: Omg yesssss xxxxxxxxxxxx

L💚: also – I will never wear a barca jersey!!

L💚: Even if it does have ur name on the back 🤢

[Initial]💙❤️: ugh RUDE.

[Initial]💙❤️: But ud still be my WAG tho right? x

L💚: I’ll always be ur wag hehe

[Initial]💙❤️: so kind of u x

[Initial]💙❤️: I’ll always be ur wag too btw x

“Alright, alright. We have 2 possible answers.” Bruna turned around with a notebook in her hand. Where did they get that from? “Our first guess, we think, is less likely. Klara Bühl. She’s German, plays for Bayern, is a midfielder, and debuted in 2019. You’re similar in age. But we haven’t played Bayern in a while. So, how would you have met? So, we don’t think it’s her.” She paused, staring at your carefully crafted neutral expression. You met Klara once; she was lovely. She handed the notebook over to Cata. “Our final guess is one we think is pretty true,” Cata explained, adjusting herself to sit cross-legged before you. “We played Wolfsburg at the Champions League group stages, and you disappeared for the whole day the day after and came back all smiley. So, we have reason to believe it’s a Wolfsburg player.” You didn’t realise how seriously they were taking this. “But … most of the Wolfsburg team are German, but not all of them are German midfielders that debuted for the national team in 2019.” She paused dramatically. You knew she had figured it out. “That’s why our final guess is …” another final pause.

“Oberdorf,” Patri shouted out, clearly over Cata’s dramatics. “You’re dating Oberdorf.”

“Oi. Aquesta havia de ser la meva revelació” Cata lunged at Patri, loud shouts of Catalan descending on the house.

“D'acord, d'acord,” you shouted over the noise as you saw a wine bottle wobble precariously as someone knocked into the table. “Sí, Lena is my girlfriend.” You admitted. If you thought the noise was loud before, you were deafened by the cacophony that descended on you. You buried your head in Ona’s hair, laughing as your friends melted into chaos.

You knew that once the younger ones found out who your girlfriend was, it was only a matter of time before the older ones did. You hadn’t expected it to be the next day, however. You were in the changing rooms, chatting to Patri and Pina as you prepared for the session ahead of you. The door banged open, and you were met with an outraged Lucy. As she stalked towards you, you glanced at a very guilty-looking Ona.

“She looked at me.” Ona defended herself.

“Grow a backbone, Oni.” You shouted as Lucy dragged you from the room, remembering to add a nickname in so she knew you weren’t that mad at her.

You were dragged to an empty conference room. Alexia, Paños, Marta, Mariona, Caro, and Irene were already sitting on one side of the table. Lucy pushed you into the single seat opposite them and took her place next to Irene. You sat in silence for a full 3 minutes before anyone spoke.

“Is there something you want to tell us, cariño?” Alexia asked smoothly, folding her hands in front of her like she was conducting a business meeting.

“Ona needs to learn how to toughen up.” You weren’t too angry with Ona, but it slightly annoyed you that she had cracked so easily. You wanted to tell the older girls yourself to avoid this situation.

“Leave her out of it.” Lucy jumped in. You clicked your teeth at her, flicking your hand in her direction, dismissing her protest.

“You have a girlfriend,” Irene stated, bringing the conversation back on track.

“Ja, das tue ich,” you said, chuckling at their reaction to your German. They didn’t fully understand you but knew ‘yes’ in most languages. You could see Caro laughing slightly – she had played for Wolfsburg; she knew you were using your newfound language to irritate them.

“And you didn’t tell us?” Marta asked

“Ja, das ist richtig,” you smiled.

“Cut the crap, pequeña.” Paños hit the table, making you jump slightly.

“Bien. Si tanto quieres saber,” you snapped. “Yes, I have a girlfriend. I’m sure you already know who, but it’s Lena. I asked her out after our home Wolfsburg game. She asked me out after her home leg. We’ve been dating for a couple of months now. I really like her. Anything else you want to know?” You asked Alexia directly. You could see the internal battle – the desire to know everything about your new relationship with her promise to treat you more grown up.

“Everyone, out,” Alexia instructed after a minute, using her captain’s voice to show she was serious. “Cariño, please stay?” She asked. You nodded as the others left. Caro seemed to find this whole thing funny, but everyone else was grumbling and muttering about how they found it rude that you didn’t tell them and that you were too young for a girlfriend. “I thought we promised to tell each other things like adults?” She asked you.

“I know. The others only found out yesterday if it makes you feel any better. Ona’s known for a while, but only because I asked her for help.” You sat back in your chair, careful to leave your posture open.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” She seemed a little upset by your actions.

“I didn’t want this to happen. We’ve finally found a balance. And I knew that this would disrupt that balance. And it’s so new; I didn’t want to tell you guys until I knew what we were, and it’s only really been a few months. She asked me to be her girlfriend at New Year’s, so …” you trailed off, hoping that she understood where you were coming from.”

“Entenc. But cariño, why didn’t you tell me?” She asked again.

“I … I don’t know.” You did know. You knew exactly why you didn’t tell her. And she knew it, too. “Ok … well … I didn’t … I didn’t want you to treat me like a child again. Relationships are new to me. I can do the … physical …” you both cringed slightly, not entirely comfortable with those topics just yet, “side of relationships fine. But emotions. They’re new to me. And I wanted to figure it out for myself first. I went to Ona ‘cos she’s my best friend. One that needs to learn how to resist interrogation better, but she’s still my best friend.”

“Don't be too hard on her, pequeña. She meant well. And I get why you didn’t come to me first. But can I ask a few questions?” She watched as you left your seat, coming around to her side of the table, and sitting on her lap.

You sighed, “ask away.” She laughed as she squeezed your waist.

“Does she treat you well?”

“Sí,” you answered honestly.

“Do you treat her well?”

“I think so. I hope so.” You smiled at her concern for Lena

“Can we meet her?”

“As long as you guys don’t give her the talk, then yes.” She leant back to look at your face.

“Can I give her the talk?” You sighed.

“Sí,” you relented, not missing the flicker of excitement that passed over her face.

“When is she coming to Barcelona?”

“Our way game Èl Clasíco matches with a free weekend for her. She’s meeting me in Madrid.” You laughed as she pushed you off her lap, standing up and rushing to the door. “Where are you going?”

“To prepare my speech. Alba never let me do a charla de hermana mayor to her partners, so this might be my only chance.” You laughed at her enthusiasm. She indeed was like your big sister – annoying most of the time, infuriating some of the time, but just a big, goofy kid at heart looking out for everyone around her.

[Initial]💙❤️: U might wanna prepare urself now x

L💚: WHY???

L💚: WHAT DID U DO????

[Initial]💙❤️: Alexia knows

[Initial]💙❤️: She’s very excited to meet my girlfriend x

[Initial]💙❤️: She’s planning a speech x

L💚: I am dead

L💚: I am going to die

L💚: Will u still love me if I’m dead????

[Initial]💙❤️: She wont kill u

[Initial]💙❤️: I wont let her xxx

[Initial]💙❤️: Yes, I will still love u if ur dead xx

I hope you liked it <3<3<3

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goldenwilliamson · 4 months

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new year's kiss | leah williamson

pairing: leah williamson x reader

a/n: you're so real for this ask... this dress is absolutely insane on her. so hot.

summary: reader and leah are spending new years together and reader can not keep her cool around leah when she looks that good in her dress. cunnilingus. just some plotless smut for you, happy new year!

word count: 1.8k

It was New Year's Eve, a night you traditionally dreaded. You always felt as though there was far too much expectation to have a good time. But this year you were spending it with Leah and that meant you were actually excited about what lays ahead. She made you feel like you had something to celebrate, and you were going to take any opportunity to see her dressed up and having fun.

You had become accustomed to seeing Leah in her best outfits at the many events she’s been attending lately, but nothing prepared you for how good she looked in her dress that she picked for the night.

The two of you were soaking up your alone time before the night ahead, laying down on the couch for a cuddle.

“I need to figure out what I’m wearing tonight,” you sighed into Leah’s chest.

She kissed you softly on your head, “Why don’t you wear your little black skirt with that corset top.”

You pulled back to look at your girlfriend, “You like that top don’t you?”

Every time you had worn it Leah could not stop going on about how good you looked. And every time you complained about having nothing to wear she pulled it out of your drawers, insisting that you wear it.

“It suits you,” she says playfully.

“It makes my boobs look unreal is what it does,” you say and she laughs.

“It’s not a crime for me to appreciate when my girlfriend looks fit,” Leah says.

“If it was, we’d both be in trouble,” you say.

You settle into silence for a moment before you realise you don’t know what Leah’s wearing tonight. When you ask her, she tells you that it’s a surprise.

“Another suit?” You say excitedly, loving the way a suit makes her look and behave. It’s always like captain Leah comes out for the night when she’s in a suit, ready for business.

“Maybe. You’ll have to just wait and see,” she said, making you feel even more impatient than you already were.

When it was time for you both to finally head out for your New Year’s party with all of your closest friends, you were ready, sat on the bed while Leah had locked herself behind the bathroom door.

“Come on, Lee, you’re killing me!” You groaned, wanting nothing more than to see her in her outfit.

“Good things take time,” Leah said as she opened the door, revealing herself in the tiniest, hottest, dress you'd ever seen her in.

“Oh my god,” you said, mouth agape.

“Sorry to disappoint, no suit tonight,” she shrugs, letting her hands fall on her hips with the knowledge that the sight before you is the furthest thing from a disappointment.

Suddenly you find yourself filled with desire, and all you want is to show Leah how good she looks. You push yourself off the bed and walk over to her, letting your arms snake around her waist against the white fabric. As you lean in to kiss her, her hands get lost in your hair, pulling you closer.

“You like it, then?” Leah says as you move your lips slowly down her neck towards her exposed collarbone.

“Yes,” you say simply, before resuming your kisses against her skin, wanting to have her in every way possible immediately.

“Well as much as I would love to let you show me how much you like it, we’re late,” Leah says trying her best to hide how flustered she is and steer you back on course.

“Mean,” you say, frowning at her dismissal of your charged actions.

“We still have the whole night ahead of us,” Leah says like a promise, before kissing you softly.

“Fine,” you sigh.

You two lock up your house and head out for the party. All your friends greet you with warmth as you arrive, telling you both how good you looked. It didn’t take long for the party to kick into full swing with the drinks and music flowing immediately upon arrival.

While you tried to be engaged with everyone, and hold conversation, your eyes were locked on Leah whenever she was around.

You were stood speaking with Keira when you found yourself completely distracted, eyes trailing down your girlfriends legs.

“You’re not being very discreet,” Keira called you out and you could instantly feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I’m listening,” you say, redirecting your attention back onto her.

But the truth was you couldn’t focus on a single thing, not since Leah had opened your bathroom door hours ago. It was nearing midnight, and you couldn’t wait any long. You approached Leah, hugging her from behind and resting your chin on her shoulder.

“Come with me to the bathroom?” You murmur suggestively in her ear.

Leah grins at yours proposal, but responds very calmly, “Naughty.”

“What do you expect when you’re walking around looking that good in that dress,” you say.

“Hmm,” Leah hums as if weighing up your offer.

To seal the deal you start rambling your inner thoughts into Leah’s ear.

“You know what I want to do?” You ask.

“Do tell,” Leah smiles, the two of you in your own world in the corner of the room.

You let go of your hold on her now and move around to stand in front of her, looking her deep in her eyes before leaning towards her ear.

“I want to lift this dress up,” you say, letting your hands run down the sides of her body against the fabric, “And I want to taste you.”

“Y/N,” she sighs your name.

“Want to make you feel good,” you press a kiss against her jaw, right by her ear as you say this.

That’s all it takes for Leah to grab your hand and drag you through the house, smiling pleasantly at all your friends as you beeline for the bathroom together. Your heart beat races just at the thought of finally being able to be with her.

She pulls you into the bathroom and you shut the door quickly and Leah is swift to push you up against it.

“You really couldn’t wait until we got home, could you?” Leah said, her words broken up by messy kisses.

“I tried to fuck you at home, but you wouldn’t let me,” you manage to quip back.

“God, you’re insufferable,” Leah utters in the most loving way those words can be said.

“I know I am,” you say admittedly before taking the reigns and pushing her back towards the large bath tub. You walk until Leah’s legs hit the ceramic and she’s forced to sit down on the edge. At this you kneel down, letting your hands run wild up and down Leah’s legs.

“This is my favourite thing you’ve ever worn,” you tell her, not even knowing that it’s necessarily true, but knowing how much it is turning you on in the moment.

“You said that last week,” Leah laughs, but is quickly shut up when you move your face between her legs, kissing her against the fabric of her underwear as she widens her legs for you.

You kiss the insides of her thighs religiously, wishing you could bottle the feeling of her skin against your lips, and the sound of her heavy breaths.

You look up at her as if for permission as you hook your fingers under her underwear and she grants you permission with the slight raise of her hips, allowing you to slide them down her legs.

“Please,” Leah says, asking for you to resume your previous actions, and you oblige willingly.

She parts her legs and you let your tongue drag through the wetness between her legs. Her fingers get lost in your hair, guiding you closer to her. You move slowly with your tongue, teasing her out before making a movement to kiss her clit and suck on it lightly.

“Y/N, God, yes,” she moans, letting her head fall back as she stabilises herself with one hand on the edge of the bath, and the other in your hair.

As you continue your ministrations on Leah, you lose yourself in the slight bucking of her hips, the sounds of her moans, and the desperate way she is pushing your head closer. You can feel yourself becoming wetter, and all you want is to make her come for you.

You flick her clit with your tongue, as you run your hands along her thighs. You lick, you suck, and you kiss her until Leah gives you the signal that she is getting close.

“Oh my god, oh god,” she repeats herself, stuttering through the words, her breathing erratic.

You hum against her before you say, “Come for me darling.”

You continue to suck on her clit and it drives her over the edge. Her orgasm meets her beautifully, rolling through her whole body down to her core. You continue your movements gently, letting her ride out her full orgasm before she reaches down with both hands to grab ahold of your face.

She looks at you in awe before you stand up, pulling her up with you as she tugs her dress back down her legs. You kiss her gently now, the urgency having dissipated.

“You’re amazing,” you tell her.

“I love you,” she says, shaking her head in wonder. You both often questioned how you ended up so lucky.

“I love you more,” you assure her.

“Not possible, I’m afraid,” she sighs, as if she has more love for you than you even realise.

“Was that okay?” You ask gently, leaning to press a soft kiss on her shoulder.

“It was perfect,” she says.

“Good,” you smile peacefully.

“I’ll return the favour later,” she promises and you smirk, eager for what’s to come.

“You’re such a tease,” you say.

“It’s fun watching you get all worked up,” she tells you.

You shake your head and turn to look in the mirror, seeing how flushed you look and making your best attempts to flatten your hair.

"God, look at the mess you've made of me," you say.

After spending some time cleaning yourself up, you look at Leah.

“Ready to get back out there?” You suggest.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to put on a normal face and act like that didn’t just happen,” she says.

“It’s almost midnight, no one is paying attention to us,” you say.

With that Leah grabs her phone and checks the time, it reads 11:58PM.

“Shit, it really is almost midnight,” she says.

You start to hear everyone shuffling around together in the living room telling each other to get ready to countdown. Stepping out of the bathroom feels like reentering the real world, and you grab hold of Leah’s hand, hoping to always be able to step into your own private world together.

“Will you be my midnight kiss?” You ask jokingly.

“Always,” she promises.

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astrolynnworld · 4 months

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sensual showers

pairing: matt x reader

summary: matt and y/n have shower sex while y/n’s parents are home

a/n- requested 🫡 lowkey a part 2 to car sex

warning: smut! sneaky, teasing, shower sex, quickie, needy.

word count: 726

matt had came with me to visit my parents for the weekend

i hadn’t come by in a few months and figured i should take a trip up there

he offered to come along and i, more than excitedly, accepted

when we arrived, my parents were very welcoming and kind

they helped us bring our bags upstairs to my childhood room

everything still the same as i had left it, as always.

“dinner is almost done, get ready then come down. your brother is also on his way for the weekend” says my mother in a lighthearted tone

i nod as acknowledgment then she shuts the door as she exits

matt seats himself on my bed, “wow how nice it must of been to not share a bunk bed with your twin brother” he chuckles softly as a joke

i roll my eyes with a smile

“how nice it must of been to be close to your brothers!!” i joke back

“yeah yeah.” he responds

i roam around my room as i get me & matt settled in

“alright, i’m gonna go shower now” i say as i finish unpacking all our stuff

“without me?” he says in a corny joking way

“you’re unreal” i laugh, “you can join if you want” i snuggly say before heading off into the bathroom

i close the door, and hop into the shower

no more than 5 minutes later i hear the shower curtain open

i turn around to see a naked matt

i chuckle at his boldness, “so you were serious?”

“of course” he smiles

i continue with my shower as he showers alongside me

until i feel his hard cock start to rub up against me

“matt? are you seriously hard right now” i ask

“i can’t help it.. you’re naked” he softly responds

“you always see me naked ..”

“and i always get hard..”

knowing that matt could simply get turned on by me doing something as normal as showering was kinda doing something to me

of course im naked but.. its not like im teasing him or trying to turn him on

he was just simply hard because of my naked presence

i look up into his eyes and wrap my hand around his cock as i make eye contact

he looks at me with his mouth slightly agape out of shock

i start jerking my hand back and forth as a tease

he throws his head back and whines out a small “fuck.”

i use my other hand to pick his head back up and bend it down close to my face as i kiss him

i kiss him softly as i continue to jerk his cock, watching him struggle into my mouth

i turn around and bend over as i align his head with my hole, watering hitting all on his back

once i align the head, i back up slowly into him as his puts his hands on my hips

“you’re so tight in this position fuck” he whines out

i adjust to his size and slowly start to move back and forth on his cock, matching his thrusts forward into me

slow and passionate movements, tickling my cervix with pleasure

“fuck matt. please don’t stop” i beg

i grip the wall and arch my back in more as i continue to throw back onto him

the sounds of our heavy breaths and bodies slapping against each other fill the room

“fuck i’m gonna cum” he says as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts

i groan at the pleasure of his cock slamming inside of me

i start to tighten around his cock

“mmm you feel - so-“ he tries to mutter out as he bends over into me while shooting his load deep in my pussy

i squeeze tightly around his cock as i feel the orgasm overwhelm me

“fuckkk” i whine out

heavy breaths fill the air as the slapping noise starts to descend

“you think we were too loud?” matt asks

“i hope not” i say as i start to stand up and let his cock fall out of me

he pulls me in for a kiss as the water continues to run down his back

“can- we actually- shower now.” i say through breaks of the kiss

“fine.” he rolls his eyes as we finish our romantic shower

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knavesflames · 12 days

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Childhood friend Arlecchino and Reader that Arle never truly found her to be a friend, despite the reader saying they are and Arle did kinda ditch em during middle school. Until college rolls around, the newfound (or unrealized) sentiments towards Reader become more clear to her - infatuated.

I feel like I kind of strayed from this because I’m totally into angst rn but if wanted it to be sexual I can indeed make another part OR I can also make an even angstier ending. Anyway!! Here it is.

Contents: just sad reader, Arlecchino is lowkey mean in middle school, one (sexual) slap.

Word count: 1672

Writing (kind of NSFW at the end) under the cut!!

You skipped up to the small girl who sits reading on a bench, holding a small pile of rocks and a wide smile on your face. You don’t have many friends, you’re too quiet, too ‘weird’, so when you befriended Arlecchino, you actually began looking forward to school each day. It was almost too good to be true. She’s been a bit distant with you the last couple of weeks but that’s fine, right? She’s probably stuck into that book of hers, her nose has always been in a book or playing with insects.

“Look!! I found rocks that matched your eyes and I thought they were cool, you can-“

“Stop it.”

“..huh? Stop what?”

“Stop bothering me. Can’t you see I’m busy?”

You pause at that. In a sense, she is busy reading, but can’t she put her book down for two seconds? You haven’t properly spoken in weeks.

“Yeah but I was excited about the rocks. I can never find any that remind me of you and now I have.”

“Okay? I am still busy.”

“But we’re friends.”

A sigh leaves Arlecchino’s lips, and she finally looks up from that book.

“No, we aren’t. When did I ever say we were friends?”

You feel your shoulders sinking, a frown tugging at the corner of your lips. Your hand falls to your side, the rocks held tightly within the constraints of your fist.

“No, I.. you didn’t, but I just assumed that.. I don’t know. I thought we were friends.”

“You assumed wrong. I don’t like you anymore, you’re weird, and you never stop talking. I don’t want to talk.”

Your cheeks puff slightly before you let out a puff of air. Your teeth graze your lip, biting down firmly as you stand there in silence, processing. Weird. There’s that word again, no? You feel a sort of pain rise in your chest, but you swallow it.

“Okay. I’m sorry. You can keep the rocks.”

The rocks are placed onto the table beside her, an assortment of black and white and grey all decorating the rocks. And one, one black one with a red cross on it, clearly drawn. You just wanted to make her feel included, everyone was finding rocks that matched their eyes. You keep staring at her for a while longer, but she doesn’t look back up, so you turn.

“I’ll tell my mom you can’t come for dinner, then.”

Arlecchino finally looks up when she hears that. God, she hears the hurt you’re masking, the tears threatening to spill over your lashes. She shouldn’t have been so crass with you, she knows that, but that’s who she is. Blunt, and she was sick of having to pretend. She watches as your figure shrinks towards the school library, where she first met you. You didn’t have any friends, so you ate there. It was better than sitting at that dreaded buddy bench and waiting for someone to ask you to be their friend. As you walk, you pass said bench, a feeling of slight dread rising. To the library, then.

It’s then that Arlecchino notices the rock you drew on, her face softening for just a second. She brushes the rocks off of the table, pocketing the one you drew on before continuing her book without a word. She moves seats in class after that, and she’s not unaware of your eyes that burn sadly into her as she picks up her books. They’re rimmed red and slightly glassy, and it stabs her heart. You two never talk again after that. She goes back to being the girl at the back of the class that enjoys being alone, that enjoys the misconceptions people make about her. You sit in the middle of the class, staring down at your textbooks, silently yearning to be part of the conversations the kids around you have.

Each year passes and both of you grow older. She kept that rock, it’s in her pocket always. It’s become some sort of lucky charm for her, and god she can’t help but stare at you in class as you become more beautiful with every passing year. By senior year, you’re the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. She can’t stop thinking about you. She finds herself stalking your social media when she’s at home, her finger always hovering over the like button, her fingers always hovering over the send message button before deleting the entire paragraph. She knows you’re both off to college soon, she’ll most likely never see you again, and yet she still can’t bring herself to admit her feelings. She can still see the hurt in your eyes from that day, the way you dismissed it like it was nothing only to cry in secret after. She dreams of you at night. Dreams of how she regrets what she said and the way she said it, dreams of her holding your hand and looking at rocks together, dreams of your whimpers as she fucks you. She hates that last dream. The dream that gets stuck in her brain constantly, so much so that she nearly failed her biology final. On graduation day, she makes a promise to herself that she’ll never think of you again.

But she does. Fast forward to junior year of college and you’re walking with your headphones on, looking down at your phone until you collide with someone, a harsh “watch it” in your ear.

“Sorry! I’m sor- ah. Sorry.”

You look up into the same red and black eyes you once considered a friend. How stupid. Out of all the colleges she could have possibly chosen, she chose the one you chose too.

“It’s fine. Just.. Watch it. You’re as clumsy as you ever were.”

“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t looking.”

Arlecchino swallows the nerves rising in her body and finally makes a conversation with you, her voice blunt, awkward.

“How have you been?”

“Fine, thank you. You?”

She scowls slightly as your dismissive tone reaches her ears. You were never like this before.

“Good. I’m good. What are you majoring in?”

“I’m going into geology.”

Of course it’s geology. She didn’t expect anything less from you, really.

“Fun. I’m going to study insects.”

“Go figure.”

“I’m sorry. For what I said back then. I know I hurt you.”

“You didn’t.”

“You cried.”

She has you there. She saw your eyes when she moved seats in class, it wasn’t exactly easy to hide the redness. You pause, not saying anything for a while.

“We weren’t friends. We aren’t friends. What does it have to do with you?”

“You were lonely and it made me rethink.”

“Weird people are meant to be lonely, don’t you think?”

You’ve carried those words with you ever since. It didn’t really matter when other children called you that, but the one person you considered a friend.. well, it hurt.

“I just.. didn’t appreciate the eccentricity. That’s all. I miss you.”

“Okay.”

“I dream about you.”

“It isn’t like you to be this emotional. Do you feel guilty because I was lonely afterwards or because you want to clear your conscience?”

“Both.”

As honest as ever. You take a deep breath, the music still playing in your headphones that now hang around your neck.

“We can talk in my dorm room.”

You turn on your heel, walking straight to the block of dorms. At least she’s not in the same block, she thinks. She can at least avoid you if this goes bad. The thought of going to your room though.. her dreams of fucking you have only come back, and stronger. Your room is cozy, so very you.

“Is that.. KISS?”

She points to the poster on your desk. She hates that she’s familiar with them, because she hates that she’s more like you than she could ever want to be.

“Yep.”

“I like them too.”

She gingerly sits on your bed, letting her bag drop with a thud. As you walk over to join her, in all your clumsy glory you kick the bag by mistake as you stumble over it, watching as the rock you once painted on tumbles out. Silence.

“You still have that.”

“I never got rid of it.”

Her heart beats faster. So does yours. Your face, so beautiful in the light of your room, the way your hair shines, the way your eyes have a mix of sadness, anger and happiness in them, all of them fighting to take over.

“You’re beautiful.”

Her words cut through your thoughts. You look up at her and you can’t deny the way your heart flutters as you look at her. You suppose you’ve always felt the way you do about her, that it’s why it hurt you so much when she said you weren’t friends. And once again, your mind is brought out of your thoughts by a sudden crash of her lips on yours. A surprised sound comes from your throat, but you don’t fight against it.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“It isn’t.”

“You’re here now.”

Hands wrap around your waist, tightening and pulling you closer to her as her lips leave yours and pepper kisses on your jaw, trailing down to your neck, and then your shoulder. And you don’t stop her. Your hands entangle themselves in her hair. What the hell has gotten into you? And her, for that matter, as her hand slides under your shirt and you feel the coldness of her skin on your stomach. Your own hands shed her jacket and she whispers against your skin.

“Let me.”

“Hm?”

“Let me do what I do in my dreams.”

“What’s that, then? Dissect insects?”

A gentle, sensual, almost desperate and loving slap of your face as she grips your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes, those ones you avoided for so long. You wonder how she knew exactly what to do to turn you on.

“Let me fuck you and show you how sorry I am. How much I missed you.”

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imwetforyourmom · 2 months

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ineffable.

summary: chris and y/n have been dating for awhile now, with undying love for eachother. as they’re both scared of rejection they havent told eachother the three words of, “I love you”

warnings: none actually

alrighty, lets start reading, shall we?

chris stared at y/n, in deep, deep awe. as if he was in an ocean and drowning in her beauty, how lovely she looked, how great she was in general. the ocean he was drowning in wasnt exactly admiration, maybe something more? more like unsaid or unrealized feelings…

the waters surrounding him, filled with her words, affection, the warmth she brings him, almost everything about her, he just couldnt not be.. be inlove with her? she was just so perfect.

no, the word perfect wasnt good enough, she was indescribable.. the way he loved her was ineffable, he simply and plainly could not put it into words, and he was okay with that. because he knew how much he loved her, no one needed to know because as long as he knew, then everything was fine.

he couldnt ask for more of a better person for him, almost as if they were made for each other. chris knew his purpose was for her, and her only (aside from his brothers). without her he wasnt him.

his heartbeat sped up as she glanced at him, a blush rising to his cheeks quickly, meeting the eyes of his lover whom brought him comfort, warmth and feeling safe.

y/n glanced at him, her heart inaudibly saying “awe” and beating faster and faster with every growing second, she knew ever since the first they met, she knew they were bound to be one anothers. and they had accomplished that, but all they needed was to say the final words.

“I love you.”

the pair spoke in unison, their voice’s intertwining just as perfect as the sun and moon. they belonged to each other, just as the sun and moon.

without the sun, the moon was nothing, without the moon, the sun was nothing.

chris’ lips turned into a big toothy grin, his emotions overtaking him, he couldnt control how happy he looked, as he was overjoyed. knowing the person he loved most, loved him aswell.

he didnt care if she loved him a little or a lot. he was at peace knowing his lover loved him aswell, he honestly couldnt be happier, nor ask for anything more.

y/ns heart fluttered, her lips curling into an undying beautiful and genuine smile. knowing she wasn’t experiencing unrequited love, gosh, she wanted this relationship to last until the day she dies.

chris was the missing puzzle peice to her life, all she needed was him, nothing else, just him and him only.

“god, im- im so- I love you, I love you” he mumbled, he scooted closer to her and engulfed her in his arms, wrapping his arms around her body and bringing her close to him.

y/n felt a weird sensation, she physically could not stop smiling, butterflies in her tummy and her chest felt a bit weird, she just couldn’t comprehend chris felt the same with her, he loved her back.

they loved eachother, and they couldnt put their love for eachother into words, it was ineffable.

571 words.

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@luverboychris @meg-sturniolo @luvsturns

#sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo fluff #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #chris #Spotify

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querenciasturniolo · 9 months

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Hiiii if your not backed up on requests could you do one where Chris and the reader meet on tour and he asks her for her number or something it’s okay if you don’t want too, I love your work by the way keep doing what your doing xxxx

unreal ⮕ c.s.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: swearing, nerves, awkwardness

summary: bumping into the three people you’d just seen on stage an hour prior in a local pizzeria was not on your docket for the night, but everything happens for a reason, you suppose

a/n: of course ! also thank you so much, that means a lot ! 🫶🏻 i had a little trouble writing this, so i’m sorry if it seems rushed/not great

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

part one || part two

The show was incredible, and your ears were still ringing from the screams.

It was almost impossible to get out of the packed room, trying your best to avoid bumping into anyone as you maneuvered your way through the crowd, wanting nothing more than to get to your car and get home.

Halfway through the parking lot, you realized how hungry you were, and couldn’t help but notice the glowing pizzeria sign next to the venue you’d just left. You sighed and turned around, making your way to the small building and stepping inside out of the cold air. The heat smacked you in the face, nearly knocking the breath out of you as you walked up to the counter and smiled politely to the man working there.

“Could I just get one slice of cheese, please?” You asked, digging in your bag for your wallet as he put in your order and held out his hand for the money. You placed it in his hand and waited patiently for the change, holding your hand out when he closed the register. The bell on the door dinged as you moved out of the way, putting your change in your bag and leaning back on a table.

“That show was fucking insane! Did you hear how loud they were?”

You froze, immediately recognizing the voice echoing through the pizzeria.

“Shit.” You whispered, pulling your phone out of your pocket and trying to make yourself look busy as you were definitely eyeing them as they ordered. There they were, the three boys you had just seen on stage, clearly still buzzing from the show.

“I’m convinced my hearing is permanently damaged.” Matt said, Nick handing the man behind the counter the money as Matt and Chris walked to stand next to you. Your face was on fire and your heart was racing, trying your best to not look like you were freaking the fuck out. It was obvious they didn’t see you, Chris’ back colliding with your side and nearly knocking you over.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He said, quickly resting his hands on your shoulders to steady you. His eyes scanned over you subtly, but because of your nerves, you noticed it immediately. It felt impossible, but your face heated up even more as you nodded.

“No, you’re totally fine. I was in your way.” You said, wincing at how stupid you sounded. “Sorry. Good show tonight, by the way.”

Chris raised his eyebrows, a smile growing on his face. “Oh, you were at our show? Thank you, what’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/n.” You said, Chris nodding and leaning against the same table you were on.

“Hey, the guy said our pizza should be done in about fifteen minutes—oh, hi.” Nick said, finally looking up from putting his change into his wallet.

“This is Y/n, she was at our show.” Matt said, your eyes flickering between all three of them. As the seconds passed, your nerves dissipated and it felt almost normal to talk to them, like catching up with old friends.

“Oh, how fun! Did you enjoy it?” Nick asked, his eyes meeting yours just as your order was called.

“One second.” You said, walking to the counter and grabbing your slice of pizza and walking back. “Anyways, I had a lot of fun! The crowd was nuts, though. Did you guys enjoy it?” You furrowed your eyebrows, realizing how ridiculous that question was.

They all chuckled at your question, but Chris is the one that answered. “Oh, yeah, we live for this shit. By far the most fun I’ve had in a while.” He said.

“Tour has been great so far, everyone has been super sweet and super supportive, it’s awesome.” Matt said, Nick humming in agreement.

“Yeah, we haven’t encountered any assholes yet, thank God.” Nick said, a snort leaving your lips as you shook your head.

Their names were called for the pizza, Nick turning to go get it and Matt following.

“It was nice to meet you, by the way.” Chris said, pushing himself off of the table, but he didn’t move to follow his brothers. You smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, it was nice to meet you too—I mean, all of you.” You said, shaking your head and blushing when Chris grinned down at you and nodded.

“Yeah, for sure.” He said, Nick and Matt walking over with the box of pizza and looking at Chris with raised eyebrows.

“We have to get back to the bus, but it was nice to meet you. I’m glad you saw our show and had fun.” Matt said. “I’d hug you, but that seems weird for some reason.”

You laughed and shrugged your shoulders. “I’ll take a hug, that isn’t weird.” You said, Matt chuckling and walking towards you. You hugged all three of them and said your goodbyes, deciding to just sit in the empty pizzeria and eat your pizza before heading home as they walked out of the building.

It had only been a few moments of you sitting down that the bell above the door dinged again. You looked up, halfway through taking a bite of pizza as Chris rushed towards you and plopped down in the chair in front of you. You nearly choked as you tried to quickly chew and swallow the bite you’d taken, Chris’ amused smile making your cheeks heat up as you finally composed yourself.

“What’s up?” You said, taking a sip of your water as Chris slid his phone from across the table. You looked at the screen, a new contact page opened. Your eyes met his immediately, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Chris raised his eyebrows as his eyes flickered between the screen and you.

“Can I have your number?” He asked, realization dawning on you a few seconds too late.

“Oh, fuck. Um, yeah, of course.” You said, picking his phone up off of the table and typing in your phone number. You locked his phone and handed it back to him, Chris’ smile never leaving his face as he nodded and slipped his phone back in his pocket.

“Awesome, I’ll talk to you later.” He said, standing from the seat and leaving the building, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched him leave.

You couldn’t comprehend what just happened, your mind foggy as you finished eating your slice of pizza, threw away your trash, and finally headed towards your car. The entire drive home your mind was everywhere else, exhaustion and confusion clouding your thoughts until you finally pulled into your driveway.

When you got up to your room, you got ready for bed and didn’t even consider checking your phone until you were curled up under your blanket. You finally opened your phone, a text from an unknown number making your heart race and a swarm of butterflies invade your stomach.

#chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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Dream and How He Experiences Love

(Or: When the Unreal is at War with the Real, and Finally Understanding Unconditional Love Tightens the Noose Around Your Neck That Has Been There All Along)

And as always: Send me asks about everything Sandman-related!

Let me start this one with a few adjectives from the horse’s mouth (aka: Neil Gaiman said so 🤣) as to what Dream is actually like:

from: Vertigo Chase Card Set

So in short: This is probably the most accurate way to describe Dream in a nutshell, from the author himself, fully knowing that Murphy doesn’t lend himself well to be described in a nutshell.

And of course it’s absolutely fine if we want to head-canon him just being 5 out of those 50 (or none of them at all)—our stories are our own. At the end of the day, we went through a whole year of Tumblrfication (I might have made up that word), and getting back to the series will be tough. So is trying to align what the current prevalent perception of Dream is like in parts of the fandom, and what he is like in both comics and series (show and comics really aren’t that different where it matters, and I’ll die on that hill). I already worry about the fallout if I look at what happened with GO or OFMD, but that just as an aside.

Anyway, Dream in fandom spaces is often portrayed as either a pathetic wet cat who can’t get to grips with anything and constantly needs rescued in one way or another, or as a completely unfeeling arsehole incapable of relating to the human experience and being horrible all around. There are very few shades of grey in how some fans perceive him, when just the list of above adjectives shows us how complex he is as a character.

One thing that obviously comes up regularly are his relationships, be they romantic or platonic. So I just wanted to draw attention to the adjectives that relate strongly to the relational element in him (although they all apply in one way or another):

touchy, sentimental, cold, loving, [elusive], gentle, hurt, deep, intense, solitary, romantic, shy, intangible, lonely

Dream is the unreal. His way of loving relates very deeply to what stereotypical romantic love is: Romance and reality are a contradiction in terms—romanticism is dreaming because it is, at its very core, an idealised view. The intangible dream that comes back to bite us in the arse once reality sets in. And his flavour of love is the prototype of idealised and intangible (=romantic) and can never be anything else by his very nature.

And I’ve often thought that the way he experiences love is also a large part of why his existence is so difficult for him, and why he ultimately makes the choices he makes. Yes, he detests his function, but if he weren't so lonely (and weren't doomed to be so by his very purpose), he might find it easier to bear.

Let me look at, and draw parallels to, the 7 types of love as the Ancient Greeks perceived them [quick note about the image references: I would have loved to give more, but there is a limit. Also: Apologies I have no alt text for the comic panels at this point, I might add them at a later stage if I find the time]…

Eros

That’s both sexual and romantic love (to varying degrees), and it can be fleeting (like a dream) if not anchored in a less idealised view. So there’s your first cue—he totally experiences that kind of love.

The Ancient Greeks also thought it was a dangerous type of love, one that clouds our judgment and one that won’t last if not combined with some of the other types. And Dream himself knows this and probably relates (he detests his sibling Desire for “meddling”, after all). And yet, he is the intangible, the ungrounded, the unreal.

It’s all over every single one of his relationships we witness:

Killalla—“gifted” by Desire. We never get any cue as to what exactly they were up to, but it can be assumed desire, for whatever, played a large part in their relationship. Killalla makes no secret about it either (and is at the same time uncertain whether she truly loves him while being confused Dream might actually love her after what seems a very short time, at least in cosmic terms). Suffice it to say, he has a very idealised view of her and their relationship. Romantic idiocy at its best: He has literal stars in his eyes and is so grateful for Desire’s help he is basically kissing their boots in gratitude.

Alianora—again one of Desire’s gifts. And Dream tried, and I definitely think he was at least romantically (and physically) attracted to her (the art is very hard to interpret otherwise, neither is the context--she was gifted by Desire, after all). But this relationship is generally a tricky one because there is gratefulness and guilt n the mix, and that is sometimes a very unfortunate combination. He also couldn’t fully trust her because of his deep mistrust of D/desire. And lo and behold, of course the relationship soured when romantic and (potentially physical) attraction waned.

Nada—pursuing each other on and off, broadcasting sexy time all over the Dreaming because he's just so head over heels and literally bursting at the seams—need I say more? Yes, he does say to her that her body does not matter to him, which I 100% believe is true. He also says that he will love her as no mortal man can. But everything that transpires is still deeply informed by romantic attraction, because quite frankly: You don't feel love yet after you've barely met someone. It's again a deeply idealised view and that is something inherently romantic in tandem (in this case) with physical desire. Again, because D/desire was involved.

As to the particulars of Nada’s banishment to hell, and why Dream acted so out of character compared to his other failed relationships: You can find all of it here.

Calliope—read her speech at the Wake is all I’ll say. That is someone making romantic love so integral to their whole existence, I don’t even know where to start. He puts the world at her feet and makes sure she always comes first (quite literally) while they are still loved up…

Thessaly—he's the romantic idiot (affectionately) in the rain with his coat billowing in the wind, and referring to her “weighing him dispassionately and finding him wanting”. It was only a handful of months--you don't feel true, stable love at that point. Again, it has the idealised view of romance (and potentially sexual desire) written all over it. He would have given her the world, just like he would have given the world to Nada and Calliope. That is the trope of every freaking romance novel, and that is exactly how he perceives love.

Titania—who knows, she keeps her mouth shut.

Ludus

I think he has a hard time to be flirtatious and playful (at least, we don't really see it. We never really see him during the courting stage, and what went down with Thessaly was hardly "flirtatious". `Then again, bickering like they did in A Game of You is electrifying to some, so who knows. She also said at his wake he was cautious and nervous). And if he comes across as flirtatious (there is a charming on that list of adjectives after all), it’s just because he is so deliberate in everything he does that he might just push someone’s (right) buttons, so to speak. But that’s not the same as “no strings attached”-love, because I honestly believe he’s incapable of experiencing love that way. There is no “casual” with him. He always stays attached to the people/women he once loved, even if the relationship sours. He still loves each and every single one of them, he never stops. But he also doesn’t in a way that’s sustainable, and it’s an unsolvable conflict due to what/who he is.

Philia

Most closely translated as friendship and affection. Platonic love, if you will. It is also a love between equals. He has a hard time with it and only slowly learns what it means through his relationship with Hob. Needless to say: The Ancient Greeks valued platonic love as one of the highest forms of love. Hence, I’m personally reluctant to turn it into something else/slant it towards romance, because that’s exactly what this part of the story is about: His relationship to Hob is important and grows/lasts because it is not romantic in the comics.

Storge

Unconditional love for family, especially children. Based on complete acceptance and potentially sacrifice. Doesn’t need to be reciprocated. You feel it, no matter what, and you act accordingly. And for Dream and Orpheus, that didn’t work until it did. Or, let’s rather say: I don’t want to assume he didn’t feel it. But he pushed it down in his hurt and pride (as did his son in his grief). No further comment, because that one hurts.

Agape

Altruistic, universal, all-encompassing. And that’s so deeply at the core of his being, and so central to his whole conflict that I don’t even know where to start. From not wanting to kill the first vortex (or Rose, for that matter), to telling John Dee he’s hurting the dreamers, and that being his main concern while he himself was writhing on the floor in agony, to “humanity I love you”, to a million other things. He cares so deeply, there is such a deep concern for sentient beings in their entirety that it’s quite literally impossible to call it anything other than love. And it’s also what plays a large part in his demise.

Pragma

Oh, here we go. I honestly believe he likes the idea of committed and long-lasting. And he’s trying. So very hard. Calliope is the best example. Alianora was another one, because it’s not like they broke up swiftly (hard to tell how long they lasted, but since she had stayed in the Dreaming too long to go anywhere else, it wouldn’t surprise me if we’re actually talking a very, very long time. He called it “a goodly while”, and considering how old he is, I doubt that equals only months, or even just a few years, especially since he is fully aware how short his relationship to Thessaly was). And he wanted to stay true to his promise. But he is who/what he is: the unreal. And as the personification of that, love both feels real for him but will also forever stay intangible. It’s heartbreaking really. Again, it has written the contradiction between romantic love (the ideal) and pragmatic love (the thing that is grounded in reality) written all over it.

Philautia

And that’s the most heartbreaking one. He is incapable of self-love and full of self-loathing instead. The Ancient Greeks used to say that you can’t give what you don’t have. And it’s hard to feel compassion for the flaws we perceive in others if we don’t have that self-compassion for the exact same flaw in ourselves. And that one hurts in so many ways, from his not being able to forgive himself (which is mirrored in his relationship to Nada, who also couldn’t forgive herself—she didn’t need his forgiveness, she needed her own) to Orpheus being so much like him apart from one major difference: he’s mortal in spirit, and even immortality doesn’t change that. And Dream struggles with the part of his child that is so like him for a million reasons that would burst this meta at the seams, but again: it’s hard to love in others what we detest in ourselves, knowingly or unknowingly.

So in short: The particular flavours of love Dream feels (Eros, Agape, Philia growing slowly over time) and the ones he doesn’t (Ludus, Pragma, Philautia) are also at the very root of how the story goes.

And when he finally truly understands what Storge/unconditional love is--both in the way he reassesses his relationship to Nada but especially in how he finally submits to his love for Orpheus (with all that entails)--and when he allows it to become real, it’s what tightens the noose around his neck. But that noose has been around his neck loosely all along…

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The final part to the Wingman Wayne AU is here! (And I also decided to publish the whole thing on ao3!!!)

'You got somethin' you wanna tell me?' asks Wayne when he steps out of the trailer to join Eddie for a smoke, the door creaking behind him.

Eddie still can't believe how that man never fails to be one step ahead of him.

'Um... Can I um...' He clears his throat. He doesn't know why he's being so nervous all of a sudden – it's just Wayne, after all. 'We're having dinner together tomorrow, right?'

'Always on Sunday,' Wayne confirms. His perceptive blue eyes wander over his nephew’s face like he's concerned about something. Then, a strong hand lands on Eddie’s shoulder.

'You know you can tell me anything, right?'

Of course he does. He breathes out, thinks back to that excited look in Wayne’s eyes when he first gave Eddie that number. Wayne’s safe. Always has been, always will be.

'Can I invite my boyfriend?'

His uncle arches an eyebrow, deepening the lines on his forehead. 'Your boyfriend, huh?' he repeats. 'Is he named Chad?'

Eddie bursts into laughter. Of course he would react like that.

'No, he's not,' he answers. 'He's named Steve.'

'Ha! I knew it!'

Eddie only rolls his eyes; of-fucking-course this was going to happen.

'So I take it you wanna tell me you learned to never doubt your old uncle again, huh?’

Eddie snorts. 'Need I remind you that I only met up with him to stop your ridiculous matchmaking?'

'And now that you know how wrong you were ‘bout that one, you wanna apologize to me for bein’ as stubborn as a goddamn mule and beg me to not stop my matchmaking after all?'

'No, I very much still want you to stop that,' Eddie retorts. 'I'm actually planning to keep this one around long enough for you to never have to play matchmaker again. But you know what, Steve has this lesbian friend, I'm sure she'd love to be set up with a cute girl who “looks like a lesbian” to you.'

Wayne doesn't seem to register the sarcasm in Eddie's voice or the teasing twinkle in his eyes; he frowns, looking like he's deep in thought, before his face lights up all of a sudden.

'I met this nice young lady who works for the Gazette, she did some article 'bout the working circumstances at the plant a couple weeks back. Was real polite, actually listened to what we had to say for a change... I'm sure she'd get along just fine with Steve's friend.'

Eddie starts cackling. 'Don't let it get to your head now, old man.' He pauses. 'Or actually, maybe you should. You could become, like, the psychic of the gays. Earn lots of money with it.' Eddie wiggles his eyebrows as he says it.

Wayne merely shakes his head at him, but an almost invisible smile is tugging at his lips. Suddenly, he brusquely pulls Eddie in for a sideways hug.

'I'm happy for ya, Ed. You better keep your Steve around for a while, alright?'

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As soon as Steve arrives at the trailer, Eddie launches himself into in his arms and immediately gets himself a taste of the most delicious kind of strawberry known to mankind, because he might as well profit as much as he possibly can from the fact that he can actually do that now.

Steve gapes at him, his mouth hanging slightly open and his eyebrows raised in bewilderment. 'Dude. Did you just lick my mouth?'

Eddie shrugs. 'Tastes like a lollipop.'

It isn't until he takes a step back that he properly notices the parts of Steve that aren't his pink lips: he's wearing a dinner jacket and holding a bunch of flowers – which by the looks of it got mildly maimed by Eddie's enthusiastic greeting.

'What the fuck, Stevie.' It slips out before Eddie can help it.

'What?' Steve gives him another confused look.

'I mean, don't get me wrong, you're looking insanely hot right now, but... Why are you dressed like we're about to go to the opera?'

'Meeting the parents for the first time, gotta make a good impression!'

'You already met Wayne,' Eddie blankly points out.

'I didn't meet him as your boyfriend, though.' Your boyfriend. It feels fucking unreal to hear Steve say that. And judging by the way it makes Eddie's stomach all floaty and his mouth unable to stop smiling, it's gonna be very bad for that scary metal image he's been working so hard on crafting for himself.

'He's already, like, your number one fan,' Eddie says. 'You need to fuck up real bad to not make a good impression here.'

An adorably relieved look crosses Steve's face at those words.

Eddie squints at Steve's clothes, from the baby-blue button-down to the neatly polished fancy shoes that already got completely ruined by the muddy trailer park ground.

'Dude, you know where we are, right?' he says. 'Just – take a look around you. Do you think we are the kind of people that care about formal clothing and fucking flowers? We were barely able to fit a third chair around the dinner table, we're literally gonna be eating canned macaroni.'

Steve furrows his brows. 'Are you trying to scare me off?'

'No, I'm just giving you the facts. Because you look like you were expecting cloth napkins and, I dunno, maybe the Queen of England.'

'Not really. Just wanted to do it properly.' He shrugs lightly and suddenly seems smaller, like Eddie is not the only one who sometimes gets overwhelmed by figuring out this whole relationship thing they have going on. 'It's important to me. And honestly, your uncle deserves even more respect than the Queen of England, for getting you into my life, you know.'

And Jesus, if that isn't enough to make Eddie melt into a puddle right on the spot... He hopes Steve doesn't notice how rapidly he's suddenly blinking.

'So, you gonna take these or not?'

Steve holds out the flowers, almost hesitant, like he's half expecting Eddie to refuse them. As if he could ever refuse anything Steve would gift him.

'Why thank you, my darling,' Eddie says with a bow. 'You're actually the first guy who ever brought me flowers.' He lets his fingers linger around Steve's as he takes the bouquet from him.

A soft smile crosses Steve’s face. 'And you're the first guy I ever brought flowers to.' He still doesn’t pull his hands away, but instead leans in closer to give Eddie a peck on his lips. And maybe, just maybe, there's something about the whole thing – the jacket, the flowers, the sweetness – that Eddie could actually get used to.

'You wanna get inside and say hi to my uncle?'

'I'd love to. Can't wait to thank him properly for being the greatest matchmaker on earth.'

'Please don't tell him that,' Eddie says with a chuckle. 'He really doesn't need any more encouragement. I'm pretty sure he's already scheming to set up a queer dating agency or some shit.'

‘You should know by now I can hear everything you're sayin' from here!’ Wayne’s voice yells from inside the trailer.

Steve grins as Eddie grabs his hand tighter to lead him inside.

‘It wouldn't hurt you to show him some more support in following his dreams, you know,’ he mumbles to Eddie under his breath.

‘Jesus H. Christ, I can’t believe you’re already teaming up with him to bully me before you even met him!’

He should probably be mad about it, but Steve squeezes his hand and gives him such a precious smile that the only thing he can do is smile back at him.

Holy shit creating this silly little AU has honestly been such a wild ride thanks to all your reactions to it, i can’t say enough how happy all those notifications have made me and I still can’t believe there were SO MANY OF YOU who asked to follow along!!<3333

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can i request one for the paddock princess series where y/n is like really like protective of yuki and will like defend him to the death (maybe even going as far as trying to learn Japanese so he has someone to talk to in his language) and at first people assume she has a crush on him but really its because he reminds her of an old friend of hers or like a family member she really misses. any length is fine but the longer the fic the better <3

MY LITTLE BRO

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You have a large range of different dynamics with the drivers on the grid, many consisting of father-daughter like relationships as well as sibling like love.

Many fans have constantly pointed out the fact that you treat Yuki as if he were your younger brother, despite him being older than you.

Unfortunately, other fans believe that you have feelings for the boy, stating that the way you act around him ‘shows’ that you love him. You obviously found this ridiculous and chose to ignore the rumours, already pointing out that you, in fact, have a boyfriend but still decide to not respond and make the whole situation worse.

He’s always talked about how you were the first driver to properly greet him during his first F1 race and how kind you were to him. You had initially found him adorable, especially due to the fact that he was pretty much your height and so this love consequently spiralled into you treating him as you treat your own little brother.

You obviously miss your own little bro, travelling around the world constantly meant you could only see your family a few times a year, mainly during your breaks. This would probably explain why you have such familial relationships with many of the drivers, to which they also love.

Lot’s of moments have been shared with the boy. Like when you finally got pole in quali, or when he opened up to you on how secluded he felt from the other drivers, mainly due to his heritage. That quickly lead you to try and learn Japanese to help him feel included.

Another moment would be when you invited him over to your house to finally meet your family and he was forever grateful for you letting him have another home he could always come back to.

Many found your actual brother and substitute brother’s interactions to be quite amusing, the constant arguments between the two, trying to prove that they were your favourite. Of course, your blood brother was your favourite, Yuki knew that, he just loved to rile up your brother to get a reaction.

With all that said, you were absolutely ecstatic for the boy when he finished the recent season with his highest finish yet. Of course it helped that you had become the World Champion for that season, managing to pull a hand on Red Bull and just finishing above Max, which he was not too happy about.

You were both so proud of each other, enclasping yourselves into a tight hug.

After the podium celebration, you brought to the interview section, the welcoming smile of the reporters already calming down your nerves.

“First off Y/n, congratulations on the win and newfound title!” The interviewer exclaimed, earning a large smile from you.

“Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

“Well, I’m ecstatic to say the least. This moment just feels so unreal, to be able to say that I’m a World Champion is something I always dreamed of but I never believed would actually come true.” You ramble, unable to continue from the excitement.

“Many have loved watching your celebrations with both your team, and fellow drivers. Could we just ask about the hug you shared with Tsunoda after the race?” You nod your head lightly.

“The hug we shared was our way of congratulating each other. He’s like my little brother and so I was so proud of him as he achieved his best finish this season. Of course there have been a lot of questions but he’s basically like family, just like how Seb, Lewis, and many of the other drivers are.” You conclude before bidding goodbye and moving on. Yuki was quick to fill in your place, ready to answer the questions.

“To start off, congratulations on the great finish.” He says.

“Thank you.” Yuki responds.

“There have been many celebrations today and so we’d like to know how you’ll spend the rest of the evening.”

“Well, I’ll probably party with other drivers.” The boy giggles. “I’ll also call my family.”

“We saw you congratulating the new World Champion after the race, how proud are you?” The interviewer asks.

“I’m so proud of her, I’ve watched her grow throughout the season and to see her finally achieve her dreams was nice.” Yuki answers, smiling.

“How would you describe your relationship with Y/n?”

“I’d describe it as special. She’s been there for me from my first race and she’s done so much for me. She even tried learning Japanese for me so I could feel more included. She’s basically like an older sister.” Yuki finishes, reminiscing the moments he’s shared with you thus far.

You all eventually finish up the interviews and decide to go out together, celebrating the many achievements from today’s race as well as the finishing up of the season.

You had made sure to give Yuki yet another massive hug as you had witnessed his interview, loving the fact that he also pictures you as an older sister.

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“The other day,” Skar added, “he was talking about what he’s doing there. It sounded an awful lot like he was learning how to read.” The men shifted uncomfortably. “So?” Kaladin asked. “What’s the problem? Sigzil can read his own language. Storms, I can read glyphs.” “It’s not the same,” Skar said. “It’s feminine,” Drehy added. “Drehy,” Kaladin said, “you are literally courting a man.” “So?” Drehy said. “Yeah, what are you saying, Kal?” Skar snapped. “Nothing! I just thought Drehy might empathize.…” “That’s hardly fair,” Drehy said. “Yeah,” Lopen added. “Drehy likes other guys. That’s like … he wants to be even less around women than the rest of us. It’s the opposite of feminine. He is, you could say, extra manly.”

Different possible explanations for this scene, to be taken up depending on which headcanon would be the funniest for a given fic:

While being gay is more broadly acceptable than being unmanly, conflating gender roles with sexuality is not uncommon; the other guys have just gotten more than one drunken lecture from Drehy about how he hates being treated womanly just because he likes dick. Kaladin was obviously working those nights.

Under Vorinism, Gender roles are rigid, but a range of sexualities are perfectly fine. The ardent who visited Kaladin's hometown was just a freak who hated gay people so much it was unreal, and took great pains to explain to the boys of this isolated rural town the unhinged idea that marrying a man was OBVIOUSLY womanly and therefore Bad. He mostly unlearned that shit after joining the army but is a bit confused. It doesn't come up often.

There was one (1) elderly queer couple in heartstone growing up, and one of the men was super gnc, which made people uncomfortable but his parents always told him that you shouldn't shame people for harmless joy. so, yeah, Kaladin just sort of figured that in a relationship between guys, one of them is the woman. He assumes Renarin is gay and I mean. He's not wrong. Part of the reason he never accepted friendly offers of soldier companionship. Not that there's anything wrong with it. He never asked Drehy who was who, because its none of his business and he didn't want to know.

the only times Kaladin has personally ever noticed being attracted to another man is when the guy was doing something womanly. Is it a kink? Is it an extremely dense man needing someone to stand on top of clearly marked social signposts and wave their arms for him to even register them as a sexual being? who knows! not Kaladin! he doesn't have time to unpack any of that. anyway he assumed that all same sex attraction worked the same way and obviously never actually talked about it with a living person. actually I'm expanding this to cover all of Kaladin's sexuality just to make him extra stupid. first time he noticed Tarah was when she punched a dude.

#stormlight archive #oathbringer #kaladin stormblessed #cosmere #yes for that last one it means he finds sigzil talking about science research and Taking Notes on his training kinda hot #that might have been part of why he agreed to be studied but he's totally professional about it okay #also he may have Noticed Hoid playing the flute like that but that's not why he stopped to listen to him!#and falling in love with Shallan after she pulled a Shardblade out of her ass...#fuck this headcanon works shockingly well i'm cracking myself up #if you have other alternate takes on the weird little homophobic scene of all time please please let me know #nevertheless cosmere

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Hazbin Hotel Classification AU: Itty Bitty Sinners as Caregivers/Littles: More detailed character notes

❤️♣️Husk and Angel 🕸💕

Angel the little!

(Had to post it today, happy birthday, Angel!!! 🎊🥳🎉🎂🎁🎈)

Content warning ⚠️: Will mention things like Self harm, self isolation, depression, DPDR and dissociation, feeling unreal, or like the world is unreal, self hate, paranoia, self isolation, sexual abuse and their affects. Lots of big emotional stuff.. if you're easily triggered by these things, be careful.

Regression Age: 0-4

🕸Angel struggles trusting anyone when he's regressed. People have hurt him very badly...so he's very scared of new people and avoids them whenever he can.

🕸Sometimes Angel will be bratty and act out to test his caregivers. He assumes they'll eventually leave, so he makes it easy for them. Husk isn't any different. But Husk understands this, and he never gives up on Angel no matter what he does.

🕸Angel needs diapers sometimes, and because of that, he thought no one would ever want to take care of him, feeling like he's way too much work. Husk makes sure to tell him over and over again that he's not too much and he enjoys taking care of him. And just because he needs a little more than expected doesn't change anything.

🕸Angel does not let anyone take off his shoes. If they try, he'll cry and beg them not to. Sometimes, it causes him to go full demon mode and bite whoever tried. (People only have to try once before learning.)

🕸Angel, at his oldest, loves causing mischief and pulling pranks on the rest of the group!

🕸little angel does not get along with other littles (at least at first). They take attention from him, and that's just not okay!

🕸He does eventually learn to get along with some of them, but he still gets jealous from time to time.

🕸The only little he actually instantly got along with is Charlie because she reminds him of his sister Molly. 💕

🕸He loves to build forts and play army or war! But he also loves tea parties and playing princesses!

🕸When older, he shoots everyone with water and Nerf guns while they're working or doing anything that isn't paying attention to him.

🕸Then, after Husk took his toy guns away, he used spray bottles instead. 🥰 He will not be stopped! He can only be momentarily delayed.

🕸Angel's second language is eye rolling. He's so sassy!

🕸Angel loves to dress up and even asks others to play dress up with him!

🕸Angel loves tea parties! He especially loves playing tea parties with Pentious and Charlie because it always ends in some type of mysterious tea themed battle!

🕸Angel is prone to nightmares. He'll too often wake up in the middle of the night crying because of it, so Husk has gotten him a baby monitor for their rooms so he can hear the baby spider if he needs him. (He asked Angel first, and he was fine with it. Don't worry.)

🕸He loves stuffed animals- but he wants fat nuggets or Husk to cuddle with at night. A stuffed animal will NOT be good enough for him. Stuffies are for fidgeting and comfort during the day while he's doing other stuff. He needs way more support at night!

That being said, he will sometimes walk around with Fat Nuggets like a stuffed animal and even sometimes Husk. (He's soft 🤷)

🕸Angel's favorite food when little is anything sweet, like cake or ice cream! But sugar makes him crazy, and sometimes he'll eat too much sugar and get sick, so Husk keeps a close eye on him and what he eats to be sure he's healthy.

He also loves Popsicles! So Husk made him some homemade that had less sugar in them.

🕸Angel's favorite drink when little is: strawberry milk or angel milk.

🕸Angel's favorite things to watch are: Peppa Pig, Lilo and stitch (the series, the sequels, all of it!) Animaniacs, Bluey, Loony tunes, Daniel tiger, Ruby gloom, The wiggles, The little mermaid. (He loves all the Disney princess movies, actually, but Ariel is his favorite!)

🕸When Angel is angry, he'll curse in Italian - hoping to avoid anyone understanding so he can avoid punishment...but Husk actually knows some Italian... and definitely knows the curse words. So... that backfired. He'll need to find a new way to curse.

🕸Angel has a special baby blanket. It helps calm him down when he's feeling alone and overwhelmed. It was a gift from Cherri ❤️

🕸⚠️Angel will often dissociate when he's genuinely unhappy with something, as much as Husk would rather if Angel told him how he's feeling, he sometimes can't...he can only dissappear and it will scare Husk sometimes. Not only that, sometimes he feels unreal or like everything around him is unreal... and that is really scary. (DPDR)

🕸Angel deals with rapid mood swings sometimes without a clear reason. He'll start crying without giving a reason, and then a couple hours later, he'll feel completely fine.

🕸⚠️Angel is scared everyone is out to get him, that everyone hates him, and will try to hurt him. Even after he learns to trust Husk, he'll push him away when at his most vulnerable state of mind. During panic attacks or when he's feeling overwhelmed, he knows Husk won't hurt him, but his body doesn't seem to know that, so he'll tell Husk to leave him alone.

🕸⚠️He's scared Husk will abandon him...

🕸⚠️Angel will sometimes hurt himself when he's upset. (Pulling his hair, biting his arm, hitting himself.)

🕸Angel will crawl into bed with Husk when he's scared at night and doesn't want to talk about it.

🕸⚠️Too often, Angel will lie and tell everyone he's okay until it all comes crashing down in the worst ways possible.

🕸Fat nuggets was his first caregiver, and he's still the best caregiver ever.

🕸Cherri has also learned a thing or two while helping Angel. She's really good at helping him calm down and cheering him up.

🕸Little Angel loves Cherri and misses her when she's not around.

🕸He loves it most when he and Husk are cuddling. Nothing makes him feel safer.

🕸Husk is really good at making Angel safe, even if the cat doesn't really believe that.

Husker the caregiver

Husk isn't really a caregiver according to the test, but he chose to be Angel's caregiver anyway because he cares so deeply for him.

He uses caregiving as his way to protect Angel because he can't help but feel protective of him. He drives himself crazy worrying about him constantly.

♥️He cares so much for Angel. He feels a need to protect him and keep him safe at all times!

♣️Husk knows that Angel will throw tantrums and cause problems just so that Husk will pay attention to him. He's currently trying to teach Angel that acting up is not how he gets attention. He needs to ask for it. (Of course, this is a hard lesson to teach because when Angel is upset and acting up on purpose, he can't just ignore him. He doesn't want Angel to think he won't love him just because he doesn't listen or because he has big emotions. That would be wrong!)

♦️Husk will let Angel pet him in order to get the spider to calm down. He'll also sometimes lay on Angel's chest and purr to help Angel with stress and anxiety like a weighted blanket. (Big or little, he's happy to help Angel relax).

♠️Husk is a strict caregiver. He has to be with Angel. Some days are worse than others, sometimes it seems Angel will have to be in a time out or have to write lines every single time he's little, because he'd act out to test Husk's limits. But no matter what Angel throws at him, he never gives up on trying to help him.

♥️Husk does not like peppa pig. He finds it incredibly annoying, but he will watch it if Angel is good or is having a bad day. (Or if Angel begs him enough...because Husk is a bit of a sucker.)

♠️Husk is really good with kids, actually. He's very calm and good with staying calm under pressure, and he's good at listening to them and relating to them.

♦️Husk will often sing to Angel to calm him down or to get him to relax at night. It's the best way to get Angel calm, and he personally loves singing. (His favorite stuff to sing is old Russian lullabies. (Please send recommendations, lol))

♣️Husk worries that he's doing everything wrong and will often turn to Charlie or Vaggie for help and advice.

♥️Angel gives Husk a lot of credit for making him feel accepted and giving him more confidence in his real authentic self... but Angel does the same thing for him. Angel makes him feel wanted and cared about and loved just as much. Angel is his home.

♠️Husk is very respectful of Angel and his boundaries. If Angel tells him he doesn't want to be touched, doesn't want a bath, or doesn't want help getting changed, Husk does not argue with him. He will find a better way to help Angel, which makes him feel more comfortable. Nothing matters more to him. . . Even if sometimes little Angel doesn't always understand that concept himself and will grab him or pull on his fur ... it's a work in progress.

♦️Husk will sing russian songs to Angel and will sometimes speak Russian to him...and Angel actually likes it...but understands none of it whatsoever.

♠️Husk doesn't always know how to help Angel... he's never dealt with anything like Angel has. He does as much research as possible... but it doesn't always help.

❤️Fat nuggets have learned how to take care of Angel and will subtly help Husk too by gesturing to what Angel needs or handing Husk Angel's pacifier instead of just handing it to Angel himself.

Nicknames!

♦️Husk usually calls Angel by his name. But kiddo, malish, little one, and small fry are all things Husk will call him to be more affectionate towards him. He's very careful not to use words that may trigger him, and if he's worried about it- he'll just say it in Russian since Angel can't understand him anyway.

💖Angel calls Husk: "Kitty" when he's regressed. And sometimes "Husky" if he's lucky.

He also calls Charlie ChiChi.

🦌 Alastor will call little Angel: Small one, Bambino, Spiderling, and Araignée

💜Vaggie will sometimes call little angel: "Buddy" "Squirt" "Kiddo" and "Gremlin"

❤️Charlie will call little Angel: "Spiderling" "sweetie," "Darling," "Honey," "Stitch," and "Piglet."

⚙️ Pentious will normally just call Angel by his name too, but he'll also call Angel: "Spider" "small one" or "spiderling."

🩸Niffty calls little Angel: "Little Spider" or just Angel

Tags!

@todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @ask-dusty-boy @dex-dawn @abby5577

#ittybittysinners #ittybittysinnersq&h #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression #little!angel dust #cg!husk #cg!Husker #helluverse age regression

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fallenclan · 27 days

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a few people have been wondering about the Skyfrost Surrogate thing so here's a little explanation post! note that I'm using the term Surrogate rather than Sperm Donor (which is technically the correct term) just bc the term sperm donor squicks me out a bit. id rather just say they fucked nasty for the greater good, but surrogate is shorter

so when Cedarberry announced she was expecting kits i was obviously. suspicious. since she is afab and so is Eris, her only mate. I peeked into the code and found out that the father was actually Teddyfluff. which was. odd? they had no romantic relationship at all, or even a friendship. Just a one-night-stand then, which would be fine because. drama. but I thought about it a bit more and decided that of ALL the cats to participate in an affair, Teddyfluff would be. extremely low on the list. just for the fact that he has the Loyal trait, but also because he's probably still mourning Sorrelstem, whom he loved very much. and I couldn't really see Cedarberry cheating on Eris anyway (they're so in love its unreal) so with a little code editing, I came up with a new story.

Cedarberry's best friend (besides Eris) is Skyfrost. Always has been, at least as far as I remember, so after she and Eris adopted Buzzardpaw, and he immediately moved into his apprenticeship, maybe they decided they liked being parents, and wanted to do it again, this time with kits a bit younger, and approached Cedarberry's dear friend Skyfrost to be their surrogate. This has the added benefit of not adding onto Teddyfluff's family tree (he already has five kids and five grandkids), and instead starting an entirely New family tree, with three cats who have no other family.

Will Skyfrost consider himself a father? No, not really. But I do think he'll be involved in the lives of the kit/s, as an uncle/close family friend. Kits in Fallenclan tend to be raised by the whole community anyway, so it works out! Although, if I can ever get him together with Moo, it would be exceptionally funny for the kit/s to have both two moms and two dads, so maybe he considers himself a dad in some nebulous way.

#fallenlore

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spaceagesparkledust · 2 months

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Random Doctor Who hcs: Sleep (Doctor edition!)

Does 9 sleep? Like. Like does he actually sleep???

The answer is no.

“I don’t need to sleep I’m Time Lord.” he says with bags under his eyes.

Gets nightmares pretty often when he does sleep.

Will take short little nod offs in the console room.

Sleeps/relaxes in his leather jacket and jeans. Rose thinks this is so weird and gets on him for it all the time. She winds up buying him a soft jumper on some planet they stop at. He shows up in sweatpants and the jumper one day and rose and Jack just stare at him for a hot minute because he looks so wrong. “He looks so naked.” Nine gets so offended about it (they’re trying to say he looks fine but yeah they're laughing a bit). “You just look so…normal.” “Oi!” “No, no it’s not bad. S’ different.”

He actually learns how to relax a bit. He considers it a bit domestic, a lot domestic actually, and he looks so unintimidating in sweatpants but……maybe.

Ten. Oh Ten.

Dude got a pair of pajamas on his first day of being alive and has kept them ever since. They’re his favorite. He loves them so much that Rose has to take TenToo to go find a pair like them.

Stays up with Rose talking about the most random things. Rose listens as long as she is able before she falls asleep. Her favorite lullaby :)

Like 9, he’d rather be tinkering with the Tardis than sleeping so he mostly does that. But he has taken up reading. Twilight’s getting wild.

Has thought about asking to sleep with Rose. As in next to Rose. on the same bed. He immediately talked himself out of it.

Martha has to make him sleep. “You just got possessed by a sun go to bed!”

Generally sleeps less while Martha’s on board.

Gets bored and walks into Donna’s room to talk to her while Donna’s trying to go to bed. She indulges him sometimes but other times she just wants to go to bed.

Has fallen asleep during movie nights with Donna and has denied it.

Sleepovers with Donna.

Cuddles :)

Incredibly sleep deprived throughout the whole mess that is post-journey’s end. Like emotionally sleep deprived. Desperately in need of a nap.

11 HATES sleeping. Hates it. If he’s sleeping, he’s going to be still, and if he’s going to be still, he’ll start thinking and we can’t have that. So he just…doesn’t.

To keep himself occupied while traveling without Amy and Rory he tried going to sleep. It was a very bad, no good, horrible experience for him and he decided he just simply would never do that again. Hasn’t been in his room since.

Will nod off from time to time but will not go to bed. Rory gets a bit concerned but maybe this is normal for time lords. Who’s he to say?

Trying to put him to bed is like working with a fussy toddler. You will have to cajole and shove and push and bribe him and it will not work. Just give up.

Thinks pajamas look nice but has no need for them because he doesn’t sleep.

The experience with the Dream Lord was enough for him thanks.

12? Doesn’t sleep. Sleep is for the weak.

Absolutely falls asleep standing up.

Tries an energy drink once. Gets addicted. Is banned from energy drinks from now on.

He and Clara pull the worst all-nighters you’ve ever seen. Its fun for them.

Doesn’t own pajamas but he does own a really corny t-shirt Clara bought him that he would wear if he did sleep. But he doesn’t. So.

Fourteen NEEDS a nap. Desperately.

Is incredibly tired but has so much trouble going to sleep its unreal.

Will stay up stargazing or tinkering with things in the house that don’t need to be tinkered with. Takes apart every appliance in the house until Donna and Sylvia yell at him to stop.

Sleeps in an actual bed in an actual house because Donna made him. She was not about to have him sleep in the TARDIS.

Rose makes him a blanket fort in the living room.

She stuffs it full of stuffed animals and puts up fairy lights. “It’s bigger on the inside.”

It’s incredibly comfortable but unfortunately for every other member of the house it takes up a good chunk of space. (Rose and the Doctor do catch everyone getting a lot of use out of it though)

Lives in hand-me down pajamas until he can get his own but secretly loves the hand-me down pajamas

#i haven't met 13 yet #doctor who #doctor who headcanons #tenth doctor #ninth doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #fourteenth doctor #timepetals #ninerose #tenrose

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anonymouszephyrus · 3 months

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Voltron Characters Headcanons, go!

FINALLY! I HAVE.. too many..

Let's start with the original Red & Blue duo:

KEITH (Aka. He isn't emo, just unique)

- Demisexual Homoromantic (Yes.) - He/Him Pronouns - Full Name Headcanon: Keith's full name is “Keith Akira Kogane” and other languages. However, I like to think that Keith's father (whom I've named: Hyeong-Min, Hyeon by itself means “Virtuous or Worthy” and Min means “Sharp-minded” which I think fits someone who is Keith's dad.) His surname in Japan is Kogane, yes. But in Korea, it would be Kim. As both Kim and Kogane mean “Gold” in Korean and Japanese. This does mean that Keith has a Korean name along with his usual one. I'm choosing to go along with the idea that when Hyeong-min's parents left Korea and moved to Texas, they gave him a Korean name but when Hyeong-min and Krolia had Keith, they chose to gave him multiple names depending where he was. TLDR; (Japanese - Akira Kogane; Korean - Ki-Joo or Ki-Joon Kim/Kogane; Common - Keith Akira Kogane.) - Absolute Literature nerd (He spent a shit long time in that cabin. There's no way Adam or Shiro hadn't found him before and given him books or something to occupy himself.) - I love having him as Japanese-Korean + Half-Galra but he was raised in Texas so he's forgotten a lot of his Korean since no one was there to continuously talk to him in the language like his dad did. Shiro talks Japanese with him so that one is still fine. Keith's been trying to relearn Korean but it's hard since he gets sad (and mad) when thinking about his dad. - He wears eyeliner. Shiro taught him to. - He wears too many rings. And whenever he has to wash his hands, he takes them off, and Lance practically faints every time Keith flexes his hands to ensure his rings are in place. - Despite being touch-repulsed, Keith is so fucking touch-starved it's unreal. - Keith only calls Shiro “Takashi” when he's mad or sad. No in-between. One time he did it was when he was younger, Shiro beat him in Mario Kart and he got so mad, he screamed: "I'm disowning myself from you, Takashi!" and Shiro almost cried. - Keith's Galra side only comes out when he's focused, mad, or extremely flustered about something. Lance teased him to no end one time and his skin started turning purple. - After Allura and Keith had their talk, Allura's been trying to make his little Galra situation better. If she sees him slowly turning purple and becoming anxious about it, she'll turn purple too for the remainder of his ordeal. (And then it becomes a “who wears purple the best”) - Keith loves music, he likes to play the keyboard or piano at times, only problem is that he's a bit tone-deaf (which is surprising considering he actually is pretty good at playing those instruments.) - He is lactose-intolerant, only that he doesn't give a shit and does continuously eat or drink dairy products, it doesn't make him sick though because of his Galra genes... but he does, quite literally, destroy the bathroom.

LANCE (Aka. Too many sad shit)

- Bisexual Disaster (with a hint of internalized homophobia) - He/Him Pronouns - Full Name Headcanon: His real name is Leandro Agustín Nuñez Carmen Esposita-McClain, shortened to Lance McClain. Just like @autisticlancemcclain's headcanon, I love it a lot. (Sorry for the ping, if it did) - All his siblings have acronym names along with their mother. Mervin, headcanon McClain papa's name, is the only one without one. - Lance has central heterochromia, meaning the inner ring of his eyes are brown whilst the rest is blue. Kinda like this:

(This is a picture I got off Google, please don't sue me. And yes, I know it's more orange than brown but I couldn't find a good enough reference to show you all, basically it's just like that except the middle is much darker) - He's constantly terrified he'll forget things from Earth. Like his sense of time, the way colors are, the way the light moves, the moon changing every night, everything. Not just because of you know, Voltron and stuff, but because he has memory issues too. - He accidentally forgot the name of his niece and nephew one time and panicked afterward as he scrambled to think of what they were. Now, he has little notes in his pocket that holds all his family members' names. - Lance is a prodigy at playing music, specifically guitars but he doesn't think he's good after the last time he played in a competition, he got absolutely destroyed and insulted by one of the other sour competitors that he never tried to play a guitar again because everytime he tries to, that memory keeps coming back and it's one of the many reasons he has such low self-esteem. - He thought he was sick the first time he had a crush on a guy from the first week of being in the Garrison (it was Keith) and rang up his mother only to be politely told that he wasn't sick. - Lance often tries to write little poems for Keith because he knows how much he likes literature only to throw it allow or out the airlock when he thinks it isn't good enough. It leads to the first poem Keith received from him being the most romantic and elegantly made poem he's ever read... (and he only got it because Lance forgot where he left it when he was planning on throwing it away again) - Despite being a flirt, Lance cannot handle being flirted with. Keith is surprisingly smooth with his comebacks (it's only when he doesn't try). - Keith sometimes accidentally (or purposefully, depending on the situation) initiates physical affection and it flusters Lance to no end. - He prefers wearing gold because Keith told him one time that it suited him. Aka: Keith's opinion of anything Lance wears is what he sticks to as a fashion choice.

I've got more for the other characters! Stay tune for those. Next up: Pidge & Hunk, the lil' nerd duo!

PART: 2 & 3

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld keith #vld lance #voltron headcanons #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance #keith x lance #AnonZeph Asks!#AnonZeph HCs!

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