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chososhairbrush · 6 months

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Whispers in the Storm

choso x male reader (fem aligned dni!)

Warnings: amab!reader, bottom male reader, a little bit of teasing, a lot of praise (choso would never insult you he's too sweet), reader is referred to as "baby," finger sucking, choso refers to reader's hole as a pussy, creampie, aftercare :3! not proofread! might be forgetting something idk!!

Slowly blinking your eyes open, you hear the gentle echoes of raindrops pitter-pattering across the windowsills and rooftop. The faint earthy smell of rain trickles into your apartment, making you feel at ease. It's cloudy, but heavy clouds in the air have always made you feel as if there's something protecting you.

Then, almost as if he's trying to harmonize with the sounds of falling rain, Choso hums softly. His arms, although so muscular, always treat you so carefully, almost like he feels too tight of a squeeze would make you shatter like glass. He has you cocooned in his arms, making you the little spoon as always. His legs trap you in, intertwining with yours.

Not that you're complaining. You find yourself yearning to be held by him every second you're apart. And this rainy Saturday morning is the perfect time to cuddle with your boyfriend all day. Although the sound of rain is clearly present, you can't hear the usual sounds of traffic or the busy streets below you. Just the sound of the sheets softly moving and slow breathing fill the room.

The more you think about how choreographed and perfect this morning is, the more your face begins to flush and the faster your heart starts to race. Although the room is dimly lit, you can still see a faint outline of the scars and callouses on Choso's arms and hands. You gently place your hands against his, interlocking your thumbs together.

He's a light sleeper, possibly explaining the constant bags under his eyes. Although he isn't particularly fond of them, he can't help but feel his heart flutter whenever you kiss over them and his eyelids. You, his beautiful boyfriend, treating him to all the kisses he could ever hope to have and always being there for him? He doesn't understand how he got so lucky.

But you feel the same way about him. He's always so patient, loving you unconditionally and willing to sacrifice anything if it's to make his pretty boy happy. And not to mention how gorgeous he is; dark umber eyes that have always looked at you in a loving, affectionate way. His long dark hair that he always lets you braid and twirl as you please, letting you test different hairstyles on him.

You were about to continue thinking of every small detail that you loved about your boyfriend, both about his adorable personality and appearance, but your thoughts are abruptly interrupted. A soft, tender kiss finds its way onto your neck, right underneath your ear. You gasp, and Choso can't help but chuckle.

"Good morning, my love. I apologize for startling you." He says, his voice raspy and deep from just waking up. You've never told him, but his morning voice always makes your stomach flip.

"Morning, Cho." You respond, bringing one of his hands to your lips and kissing his knuckles. It's silent for a few seconds as he wakes up some more, before he sits up against the headboard.

"Pretty morning, isn't it?" He says, gesturing for you to come sit in his lap. And you would be foolish to refuse such an invite. "But of course, it's not nearly as pretty as you, sweet boy." He gently cradles your cheek.

It's your turn to chuckle, and he smirks knowing how cheesy it was. But you both know he meant it. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, and he wraps his arms around you. Deciding to be a tease, he moves his hands upwards, lifting your shirt along with it. You shiver as the cold air brushes against your bare skin.

"God, you look even prettier on rainy days like these. Your eyes sparkle even brighter than usual." He gently kisses your forehead. "I love you." He's so kind to you, it makes you weak in the knees. So it's a good thing you're sitting comfortably in his lap.

"I love you t—" A soft whine escapes your lips as he squeezes your hips at the same time you're saying this. You can already feel yourself going stupid, his big hands rubbing along your body.

"Please, my love? Let me indulge you on such a beautiful morning." You lean back to look at him, the overwhelming amount of love in his eyes making your heart skip a beat. He already knows your answer, but being the thoughtful man he is, he waits for your answer before continuing.

You nod eagerly, but he teasingly tuts at you. "Words, pretty boy. I need to hear your soothing voice. Don't tell me you're speechless already? I've only just started touching you."

"Please." Is all you say, sounding more like a nervous suggestion than something you desire. He knows what you want, but why not have some fun first?

"Please what? Talk to me, baby." His hands lift your shirt up further, making your back arch at the ticklish sensation. You know the words that are about to come out of your mouth are absolutely embarrassing, but you can't wait any longer. He always wins these teasing games.

"Need you in me, your fingers, your dick..." He gently holds your chin in place, making eye contact so you feel humiliated at how filthy you're talking. "I'll be so good, I promise, I just need you in me. Nice and deep."

Seeming satisfied with your answer, he kisses you softly. "Then that's exactly what you'll get. A reward for being such a good boy and telling me what you need." Gently flipping you over and onto your back, he slides his hands in between your legs.

"Don't be so timid. I can't make you feel good if your legs are squeezed together." He gives an insanely seductive smirk, and you instantly split your legs wide open.

"Good boy." He says quickly, before hiking your boxers down. You're not entirely hard, but your dick is leaking pre. Choso sucks in a breath, taking in the sight of how your tight little hole is already twitching. He spills some lube onto his fingers, coating it generously along with his saliva. He looks into your eyes, waiting for a cue to ensure you're entirely ready. All it takes is a simple nod from you for him to slowly push his finger into your hole.

You don't even last five seconds before you're clenching, arching, and letting out breathy moans. His fingers, so perfectly thick, take their time stretching you open. You squeeze your eyes shut as if it's going to make you any less of a mess.

But Choso's not going to allow that. He stops pumping his fingers. "You know the rules, you gotta keep your eyes on me if you wanna keep going." Slowly, you squint at him. He smiles at you, looking innocent as ever despite being knuckle deep in you. "There he is. Doing okay, baby?" You can only nod.

The constant prodding at your prostate makes you so close, but Choso is used to this routine by now. As soon as you start bucking your hips up, he pulls his fingers out, making you open your mouth so you can suck them dry.

And despite the best part not even happening yet, you suck harshly on his fingers without a second thought. You can't even think. He groans, taking his fingers out after he feels satisfied with your "cleaning."

At some point without you noticing, he had taken off his own pair of boxers. You gasp loudly as you feel his tip rubbing against your entrance. His pre was already pooling on your hole and onto the bedsheets. "Allow me, love."

You split your legs impossibly further, holding them up, feeling yourself shaking from anticipation. He pushes into you. It feels like forever before he finally gets all of his girthy, long length in you. But when your hips do finally touch together, you feel so unbelievably full. The burning sensation from being stretched out so far slowly turns into a feeling of pleasure. No matter how many times you took Choso, his size would always take some getting used to.

You both moan simultaneously, and Choso thrusts his hips once to test the waters. The mewl you let out makes his dick twitch inside you, feeling just how wet and tight your walls were.

"Such a tight pussy, taking my cock so well, hm?" He gains purchase on the headboard, completely hovering over you. Your hole clenches at the sight of him, the dim light perfectly shading his muscles, and his long silky hair draping over his shoulders and on his forehead. One last nod from you is all he needs to start fucking you nice and rough. "I'm not sure how gentle I can be when you look at me like that." He says, not that you would mind him being rough anyways.

Your dick is completely hard at this point, precum pooling against your abdomen. "Please..." You murmur as he finally starts moving. Immediately, you pull him to lay on top of you, hands leaving scratches along his back and legs wrapping around him to pull him closer.

"So good baby, so good, such a pretty boy..." He doesn't know what he's saying, too drunk with the feeling of your walls around him to properly praise you. He quickly loses all the restraint he had prior, fucking into you like his life depends on it. His tip constantly kissing roughly against your prostate would have you screaming if you weren't breathing so irregularly. His figure completely covering yours, he starts trailing kisses down your neck before kissing you one last time on your lips. It's sloppy, but as passionate as you could ever hope for.

Constant moans, groans, and whimpers drown out the sound of the pouring rain. His hands grip your hips once more, his thumbs reaching to press down on the bulge in your tummy. And what a great choice that was; earning a growl from Choso and a sweet moan from you. By the way you're clenching, he knows you're close. But he's done enough teasing, so he'll let you cum as you please.

"C..ho~!" Is all you can squeal out before you're cumming, letting out a silent scream. Your chest heaves, and Choso can only stare at you with adoration at the beautifully lewd sight underneath him. But just because you've finished doesn't mean he'll be any gentler.

He fucks into you faster, making you see stars as your body tenses. Placing another kiss on your neck, he whispers into your ear. "So goddamn beautiful, hm? So proud of you baby, taking my dick in such a tight little pussy." Your brain is foggy from pleasure, only letting out small "mhms!" at this point.

Already hard and leaking again, your dick twitches at each word of praise he whispers into your ear. It's not long before that knot in your stomach threatens to unwind once again. Choso, slowly losing it over how overwhelmingly wet and perfect your hole feels, groans. "Lemme cum in you, okay? That okay, baby?"

He doesn't even have to ask. But you look up at him, eyes teary from the constant pleasure and face flushed from being fucked so perfectly. You look so thoroughly fucked out, it makes Choso surprised. One small "uh huh" croaks its way out of you, and he grins.

Moving faster than before, Choso only focuses on his own pleasure now. He can't think coherently; his mind circulating thoughts of how tight you are, how he needs to cum in you, and how much he loves you. With a few more deep, sharp thrusts, the greatest reward comes. As he cums, you do as well, painting your chest once more.

Warmth seeps its way into you, stuffing you full even though his cock is no longer inside. His cum slowly leaks out, but you're trying to catch your breath and hardly notice. But him, being observant as ever, slowly trails his finger up to stuff it back inside. You whimper, and he murmurs a "sorry" for possibly overstimulating you.

"Beautiful. Just beautiful, baby boy. Absolutely perfect for me." He kisses your forehead sweetly, leaning over to grab a wipe. He gently but effectively cleans you up, wiping the cum off your tummy and the drool off your face. Gently shoving a plug in to keep his cum inside you, he smiles at the sight. His lovely boyfriend, taken care of on such a perfect day.

Your mind slowly is regaining its cohesion, and you give him a small smile in return. "Love you, Cho." You say, and his chest blooms with happiness.

"I love you too, my darling. So perfect for me." He gets up to get you a quick breakfast snack and a glass of water, returning to cuddle with you. You, being the little spoon as always, lean into his body, letting his muscular frame protect you.

It's now that you realize you can hear the sound of raindrops again, bringing a further sense of comfort. And although the room is cold, Choso perfectly warms you up. Now's the perfect time to cuddle with your boyfriend. You two wouldn't have it any other way.

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tonyspank · 9 months

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CHAPTER SIX | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, more cheating, a bit of angst, jacob, and i think thats all Words: 4.3k A/N: for my lovely kneeling non, i think ur going to like this chapter...

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Jenna stood at the sink washing the dishes you used from earlier, a small smile on her face. Her smile widened as you appeared behind her, wrapping your arms around her frame. She leaned back against you, her body melting into yours.

You kissed her neck softly and she sighed contentedly before remembering the time. "Shouldn't you be getting ready?" She asks, turning off the faucet and flickering her hands over the sink.

You let out a dramatic groan as she turns around wrapping her arms around your neck. She smiles up at you pecking your lips for a quick kiss. "What if... I didn't go?" You say, pecking her lips back.

"And have your parents kill both of us? No." You tighten your grip, trailing kisses down her neck. "Just call the school and tell them I'm sick."

She looks up at you, her eyes softening. Her eyes begin glancing at your own. That's actually not such a horrible idea. It's just one day, right? She takes a deep breath, her lips pursing. After a few moments of silence, she nods in agreement.

"Okay," she says, "I'll call them." You release the breath you had been holding, happy. She smiles at you before picking up the phone and dialling the number. You listen as she talks to the person on the other end, informing you that you were too sick to make it to school.

She hangs up the phone and looks at you. You give her a small smile that she can't help but return. "You look so good in this robe," you tell her, pulling her back into your arms.

Your fingers begin rubbing against the silky fabric, and she relaxes into your embrace, her eyes half-closed in contentment. You press a kiss to the top of her head, feeling the comfort between you. She turns her head, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

"It's still early what do you wanna do?" She whispers.

"I don't care," you murmur, "as long as I'm with you." Yeah, cheesy but very true. You felt so damn happy in this moment. Having her in your arms, being able to kiss her without any worries.

You were content with the world, with the universe. Nothing else mattered, not even the future, not even the past. Just that moment, that single moment, was enough to make you feel complete.

The two of you ended up enjoying each other's embrace and talking about random things that came to your mind. You were so content that you forgot about the passing of time. Eventually, you both were cuddled up in the living room as a horror movie played on the screen.

It wasn't too scary, it was just the first Scream movie. A classic to start off with your horror movie marathon.

"Dewey is honestly my favourite character in this movie." She laughs at you, leaning more into your chest. "What?" You say confused about the fact she was laughing.

She smiles and shakes her head. "It's just that you seem like Dewey would be your favourite character." You give her a look, and she laughs again. "Is that a good or a bad thing?"

She shrugs and smiles. "I guess it's a good thing. He's a pretty cool character." You smile and nod. "Yeah, I guess I do like him a lot." You pause, then ask, "So, what does that mean?" She laughs and shakes her head again. "Nothing, I just think you two have a lot in common."

You smile, feeling a little embarrassed. "Really? I guess I never thought about it like that." She grins, "He's cute don't worry." You pout your lips and look back at the screen, not really knowing how to respond to that. Jenna notices the pout on your lips, smiling.

"You're so cute." She then cups your face in her palms, bringing your face down to kiss her. You feel your cheeks heat up, and you lean into the kiss. When the kiss ends, you both smile, and you look into her eyes. She smiles back and gives you a small peck on the nose before letting go.

But that's short-lived as she pulls you into another kiss, this time longer and more passionate. She begins sitting up and your hands subconsciously find her waist, helping her straddle you better. You run your hands up her back, pulling her closer and lengthening the kiss.

An adrenaline rush comes over you when you feel her body temperature radiating through her clothes. You break the kiss and look into her eyes, a mix of desire and contentment on her face. She leans in and kisses your neck softly, sending shivers down your spine.

You bite down on your lips, trying your best to hold back a moan. It fails horribly when her lips attach to your pressure point. "Jenna..." She pulls back and looks at you with an amused smirk.

You can't help but blush at your own reaction. She runs her hand through your hair and kisses you again, this time more fiercely. Your hands travel up her sides, tracing her curves, and she shivers in response.

You pull away for a breath, panting a bit. Jenna has a cocky smile on her lips, obviously amused that you can't keep up with her. She leans in to whisper in your ear, "You can't handle me." She pulls away and her face is mischievous.

You can't help but smile, "Yes I can." She grins wider and she moves to the floor, kneeling in front of you.

Her hands run up your thighs before resting on the waistband of your shorts. "Let's see." You take a deep breath and she pulls down your shorts along with your underwear, your cock slapping against your clothed stomach.

She takes it in her hands, admiring it for a moment before leaning in to give it a gentle kiss. After the kiss, she looks up at you with a mischievous smile before guiding it to her mouth.

She hums as she takes it in, her tongue running circles around it. She wraps her lips around it, bobbing her head up and down as she takes it deeper and deeper into her throat. Okay, maybe you couldn't handle her.

"Fuckkkkk...you're so good at that Jen." She releases it with a pop and licks her lips, a smug smile on her face. "Are you already about to tap out?" You quickly shake your head, gripping the armrest of the couch tighter.

She laughs, taking you back in her mouth. You groan in pleasure, your eyes rolling back. You feel her tongue swirl around your shaft as she takes you even deeper than before.

She starts to bob her head up and down, her hand moving up and down in sync. You feel your pleasure building and you know you won't last much longer until your phone begins ringing nearly causing your heart to jump out of your chest. You reach for it on the couch, "It's Olivia," you say, glancing at Jenna.

She strokes you and with that smile on her face, you knew she was up to no good. "Answer it." You swallow hard and pick up the phone. "Hello?" Jenna's smile grows wider as she watches you, knowing the game she is playing.

"Y/N, are you at school today?" You shut your eyes in pleasure feeling Jenna's lips move up and down, the suction growing in intensity with each stroke.

Your back arches from the couch. "Uh? What?" You rasp out into the phone, almost forgetting you were in the middle of a conversation.

"I said are you at school?" Olivia repeats. You push your body closer to Jenna's as the pleasure builds. You moan softly, your body trembling with anticipation. You whisper a quiet, "yes," as the intensity of the moment overwhelms you. "You're at school?"

Your hand grips Jenna's hair, pushing yourself deeper into her throat. "N-noo... M', fuck." You mutter out, lost in the pleasure of the moment. Jenna's tongue swirls around you, pushing you closer to the edge. You feel yourself getting closer to the brink, your breath becoming more and more ragged.

"I'm about to cum." You whine, squeezing Jenna's hair tightly. She hums in response, "You're on your way?" Olivia asks, still oblivious to the sinful acts you were committing.

Jenna's grip tightens as she swallows your length, making you gasp. You can feel yourself about to reach the peak of pleasure and you let out a long, low moan. "I'm cumming—, you pull the phone away, a shaky thumb hitting the decline button.

"Shit, shit, shiit!" You come, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over you as Jenna takes it all in. Jenna slowly releases you, a satisfied smirk on her lips. She licks her lips, savouring the aftertaste as she rubs your thighs in a gentle massage.

You catch your breath and reach for her, pulling her close to you. "You're so crazy." You mutter into her neck, placing a few kisses on it. Jenna giggles into your shoulder, her breath hot against your skin. "Crazy for you," she whispers, her lips brushing against yours.

You pull her in for a deeper kiss, closing your eyes and savouring the moment. Your hand starts to untie her robe, her skin warm and soft against your fingertips. She pulls back and looks into your eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

She grabs your hand in hers and leads you to the bedroom, her robe billowing behind her. You follow, your heart pounding with anticipation of what is to come. She turns to face you, a smirk on her lips.

She takes your hands and places them on her hips, her skin warm beneath your palms. She leans forward, her lips brushing against yours. She pulls back, a spark of desire in her eyes. You were about to fuck her so good.

"I'm going to fuck you," she whispers. Or she was going to fuck you.

She pushes you onto the bed, straddling you. Her hands find yours, pinning them above your head. She grins down at you and leans in for a kiss. The kiss deepens, and she pulls away.

Her lips curl up in a knowing smirk, and she whispers, "I can feel you wanting to touch me." She raises herself to sit on your stomach, irritated at the shirt she's sitting on she lets go of one of your hands, pushing it up your body.

Helping her take it off, you raise your body slightly, and she grabs hold once again, gasping at the feeling of her clit striking your abs. "Mmm, fuck." She gasps out, biting her lip. "How badly do you want to touch me?" she asks, holding that powerful gaze of hers.

You smile, and reply, "Very badly." She smiles in response, "Mhm. And where would you touch?" You smile wider, "Everywhere." She giggles and begins rocking her hips against your core. "I could get off just like this," she mutters, her hold on your hands tightening.

You can feel the warmth radiating off of her and the vibrations of her voice as she speaks. She closes her eyes and lets out a sigh of pleasure, "I'll let you touch me if you keep eye contact with me. Don't drift off."

You meet her gaze and keep it, taking in her beauty as she moves against you. Your breathing speeds up as she continues to move, her pleasure increasing with each passing moment. "Y/N," she moans.

You couldn't believe the scene in front of you. Jenna was getting herself off by just grinding against your abs, her hips moving and grinding perfectly. You decide to spice things up and flex your abs. Jenna moaned, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

She moved faster, her breathing becoming shallow and erratic. Finally, she let out a loud moan as her body shuddered in pleasure. "Y/NNNNN! Oh my god!!"

She collapsed against your chest, her breathing still coming out in short gasps. She looked up at you with a satisfied smile and said "Good girl." You felt yourself twitch at the praise, your heart pounding in your chest.

You flip Jenna over on her stomach and start running your hands over her back, tracing the outline of her body. You could feel her muscles relax as you touched her, her breathing evening out.

You enter her from behind, gasping at the feeling. You move slowly, allowing her to adjust to your size. "Fuck, Jen." She begins to meet your thrusts, pushing back with each stroke.

Jen moans into the pillow as you move inside her, the pleasure overwhelming, sending waves of sensations through her body. "I wanna hear you," you whisper, picking up your pace. She cries out as you drive into her, the pleasure too much to bear.

You wrap an arm around her torso, pushing her back against your chest. She turns and looks into your eyes, her expression soft and filled with affection. She kisses you deeply, barely able to keep up with the kiss as she moans inside your mouth, "I'm so fucking close."

She holds your gaze as she tightens around you, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. You nod, feeling yourself getting closer as well. You can both feel the intensity of the moment as your bodies move in sync, pleasure rolling through you with each thrust.

You can see it in her eyes, your own desire mirrored in hers. She whispers your name, her voice filled with emotion. You feel the same emotion, your heart pounding in your chest. Everything felt so good.

You thrust into her harder, sending her over the edge. She shudders and screams out your name as she comes, her orgasm radiating through her body. You follow soon after, your own pleasure washing over you. "Ahhhh!!"

You collapse onto her, your breathing heavy. She wraps her arms around you, her body still trembling from the pleasure. You smile and pull her close, relishing in the afterglow of your shared intimacy.

"That was way better than school." She laughs, at you, her breath tickling your neck. You kiss her gently and hold her close. The world outside fades away, and for a moment, nothing else matters.

"Eli's asking me where I'm at." You say to Jenna, putting your wallet back in your pocket. Jenna smiles and shakes her head. "He's probably worried since you weren't at school or practice."

The cashier hands Jenna the brown bag. "Have a great day." Jenna smiles in response as you both begin walking toward the exit. "I've burned enough calories for today."

Jenna's face heats up at your comment. She quickly smiles and laughs and you join in, finding the sound contagious. "Here, let me send him a photo." You pull out your phone, aiming it at Jenna. She's confused for a second but smiles at the camera regardless.

you -

eli -

eli - do u want my heart to shatter????

eli - i thought we were best friends

eli - ask her if we can go on a double date

you - who would be ur date

eli - emma ofc duh

You snicker at the message, following Jenna outside the shop's exit door. "Eli said if he could go on a double date with Emma as his plus one." Jenna laughs, "The fact that she would be up for it is kind of unbelievable!" She shakes her head. "It'll be interesting to see how that turns out."

You smile, considering. "I can't tell if he's serious or not. I mean, he obviously likes her but I'm not sure if he would really want to date her." Jenna shrugs in acknowledgement, wrapping an arm around yours. "If he really does they'll be kind of cute." You both laugh, and Jenna gives you a knowing look. You nod in agreement, and the two of you walk off, still discussing the possibility of the two of them dating.

As you reach the end of the street Jenna's phone begins ringing. You could feel her tense up against you. "It's Jacob," she tells you, her voice barely above a whisper. She takes a deep breath and hesitates for a moment before finally answering the call. "Hi Jacob," she says, her voice steady and controlled. You watch her as she listens, her face unreadable.

She nods her head and looks away, her eyes distant. Jacob's voice seems to go on forever, and you can see Jenna's knuckles turning white as she clenches the phone tightly. Finally, she responds with a short "Okay" and hangs up. She takes a deep breath and turns to you, her face still unreadable.

"He said he talked to your parents and he's flying in tonight." You look at Jenna, not quite sure what to say. She stares back, her face still blank. You clench your jaw, "He's staying? Like at home?" Home. Jenna nods, her face still expressionless. You take a deep breath and try to keep your anger in check. "It's not like there are hotels nearby or anything," you mutter.

Jenna looks away, her eyes betraying a hint of guilt. You look away, feeling your anger rising. You can't believe he's just showing up like this. "I'm sorry," she whispers, grabbing your hand.

You turn back to her, your expression softening at the sight of her face. "It's not your fault." You let out a deep breath and with it, your anger. You pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. "Let's just go," you say, and you both walk away.

You couldn't believe you were going to be under a roof with Jenna and her dickhead of a husband. You both get into the car and drive off in silence. You can feel the tension in the air. She knowsyou're upset. Jenna looks at you and apologizes again. You nod and look away, not wanting to start a fight. You drive in silence until you reach your destination.

When you enter the kitchen Jenna quickly stops you from leaving and heading off to your room. "Y/N, wait." She takes your hands into hers and looks into your eyes. "I'm sorry, I know this just complicates everything but there's nothing I can do right now." She takes a deep breath and continues, "I just want you to know... you've make me happier than he ever has. Okay?"

You can only nod in agreement, not sure what to say. You smile softly and say, "I'm glad you feel that way." Jenna smiles back and releases your hands, stepping aside to let you pass. You give her a small nod before heading off to your room.

You take a minute to process what just happened before continuing on your way. You feel a warmth in your chest and a feeling of contentment. You know that you have made a real connection with Jenna, and you are determined to make it last. Jacob will interrupt that.

An hour passes and you're getting a FaceTime call from your parents. The screen is grey as it loads before showing your mother and father sitting down at a desk, the phone propped up on something.

Your mother is the first to speak, her voice a little muffled but still audible. "Hey, honey!" She smiles, waving at the screen.

You smile back, "Hey, ma...how's the trip?" She beams, obviously proud of the question. "It's great! We've been a bit busy with meetings but all is going well." She pauses, looking at your father for a moment before continuing. "We miss you!" You nod and smile. "I miss you too."

"How are things with Jenna?" Your father asks, peeking his head further into the screen. "They're good," you reply. "We've been spending more time together, and I'm really enjoying it." "That's wonderful," your mother says, her eyes sparkling. "We're glad you two are getting along." If only they knew...

You feel guilty for not telling them the truth. But you also know they'd freak out about the fact that Jenna cheated on her fiancé/husband with you, and you don't want to cause any trouble. You just want to enjoy the time you have together and hope that your relationship will last.

"Did she tell you?" Your father speaks again, you squint your eyes a bit, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. "About Jacob?" Your parents accidentally nod in sync, "Yeah, she did." You look away, trying to hide your disappointment.

"We know you enjoy your space but Jacob was telling us about how things weren't looking too well with their marriage, so we just wanted to help out a bit. Linda," who was Eli's mom,"—said that you're always welcome at her place."

You nod in response, feeling a mix of emotions. "Okay." Your parents send you a sympathetic smile before continuing to talk about their trip and ask about how things were going back home.

You try to keep smiling and nodding along, but all you can think about is how much you miss them already. You mumble a few words of agreement before they give say their goodbyes and hang up.

Your phone dings, notifying you of a message.

eli - broooo i have no more gatorade

eli - can u bring one for me tomorrow for practice

you - idk if i got some

eli - go fucking check

You get up from your bed with a huff, muttering words under your breath as you make your way downstairs to your kitchen. You open the fridge to find a full pack of Gatorade. You send Eli a photo, typing, "nope all gone bitch." And before you could even press send a deep voice is heard behind you.

"Hey, kid." Your clench your jaw, turning around and seeing Jacob standing beside Jenna. She holds his luggage while an arm wraps around her shoulder. The ring is back on.

"Hey, Jacob." You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you take in the sight of them. You walk up to him with a fake smile. "How was your flight?"

He wasn't that taller than you, but he was indeed taller. He looks down at you with a grin, "It was fine. I just wanted to rush over back to my wife." He smiles at Jenna, pressing a kiss onto her temple.

Jenna gives him a fake smile, turning her head to you with a soft expression. "Oh my. Where are my manners?" He quickly turns to you and extends his hand in a handshake. "Thank you for agreeing to let me come on such short notice. I'm sorry for the rudeness."

You grip his hand tightly, staring him down the entire time. "Of course." His gaze shifted away from yours for a brief second, then he cleared his throat. You can't believe this is the guy who's holding off on marrying Jenna.

You felt your blood boil, but instead of speaking you just tightened your grip on his hand. He winced and you let go, before turning and stalking away without another word.

"So, where's the room?" He asks Jenna, turning to her and leaving you as a forgotten presence. He had made it clear he didn't want to deal with you any longer. You sighed and watched as he and Jenna walked away, leaving you behind.

"I think she likes you." Jacob laughs as Jenna walks into the bedroom after him, pulling his luggage behind you. "Really?" She asks, trying to sound oblivious as possible. Jacob chuckles and nods his head. "Definitely. I can tell by the way she looks at you." Jenna hums in response, shrugging. "I never really noticed."

Jacob smirks. "Trust me, I know. Just keep an eye on her, you'll see it too." He gives her a wink before wrapping an arm around her. "But she doesn't know you only have eyes for me..." God, please save me from this, she thinks. Jenna forces out a laugh, nodding her head. "That I do."

Jacob places a kiss on Jenna's lips, gripping her hips and pulling her even deeper into it. Jenna tries her best to fight the disgust building up inside of her. She wanted this to be you, not him. Jenna pulls away, her heart aching with pain and regret. "I missed you so much," he whispers, rubbing Jenna's back, her lips trembling.

She swallows, her throat feeling dry. "I missed you too," she says, her voice barely a whisper. She takes a deep breath, quickly wiping her lips when Jacob turns to pick up his suitcase, placing it on the bed.

She watches him unpack his things, the silence between them heavy with unsaid words. Jenna takes a shaky breath, wishing she could take back the last few minutes. She looks away, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She wants you right now more than ever.

When nighttime comes you can't bring it to yourself to fall asleep. Especially not when Jacob's in the bed with Jenna and not you. You feel a deep ache in your chest that won't go away.

You can't help but miss him and feel jealous of the moments he's sharing with Jenna instead of you. You can't help but wish you were there with him instead.

You try to distract yourself, but it's hard. You eventually succumb to the ache and tears start streaming down your face. You can't help but feel lonely and lost in the darkness of the night.

Jenna glances at her sleeping husband, checking if he's fully asleep before exiting the room and entering yours. Jenna kneels next to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. She whispers comforting words to you as she rubs your back, trying to ease your pain. "Baby, it's okay."

Fuck, this was so embarrassing.

She wipes away your tears and kisses your forehead. You feel a little bit better, but still embarrassed and ashamed. You don't ever want to think of this moment again.

She lays down on your bed, pulling you to rest on her chest. She softly runs her fingers through your hair, whispering comforting words to you, telling you it's all going to be alright. You start to feel calm and secure, and eventually drift off to sleep in her arms.

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wammyhoe · 4 months

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Hi, I don't know if you're taking requests but if you are, can I please have Mello matt l and Nea's reaction to their s/o giving them flowers?

It's been a while since I've written for this fandom, but I hope you still want these! ♡ Anyway, I'll be a bit more active these couple of days. Requests are open :)

L eyes the flowers deadpan, then looks at you. "You don't need to go out of your way to buy cheesy things for me," he says bluntly. Of course, he would say something like that. But you assure you have these gestures to show that you love him and want him to feel valued and appreciated. He gives you a tiny smile before accepting the flowers.

Mello: Before tender offerings like this, Mello can't help but feel terribly out of place. Back at Wammy's, no one cared for him, and in the Mafia, it was all about alliances and interests. So, for him, it's a peculiar sensation—feeling cherished. Despite the mix of vulnerable feelings, he smirks and charmingly takes the gift, not without teasing you for it.

Matt doesn't care for most things; in fact, he barely cares about anything. Definitely, before you gift him the flowers, he swears romantic gestures like this were indifferent to him. However, it feels more than nice to know you're thoughtful enough to make such a gesture. Despite his initial thoughts on the matter, Matt finds himself smiling like a fool.

Near: He's more than happy to have you around. The timbre of your voice soothes him in ways he can't quite grasp. You're aware of this, even though he doesn't always meet your gaze when you speak. His attention only shifts upon hearing the rustle of wrapping paper. He's stunned for a moment before you explain. Near takes the gift gently. "You shouldn't have bothered. Thank you." You smile at him, and he keeps the flowers close until they eventually wither.

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steddiehasmywholeheart · 9 months

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Happily Ever After

(TW/CW for typical sexist thinking)

When Beauty and the Beast comes out in 1991, despite the fact that El is almost 20, she decides she wants to go and see it with her and her family. She adored The Little Mermaid, and after the Family Video days, going to the movies is still something her and the party like to do together. And Steve loves it, because he gets to watch cheesy romance storylines without taking shit for it.

But at the tender age of 24, not in a long-term relationship, and still haunted by his days in school, Beauty and the Beast hits Steve a little close to home. He sees himself in the Beast, wonders if he'll ever find love, if he'll ever stop being 'too much' for people (because sure, he doesn't have the Beast's temper, but he is too clingy, his exes - yes, all of them - made sure to tell him, and that's without all the other stuff).

And it's not like he's hopped into bed with every viable option in the years since they finally killed Vecna, either. He's really only had 3 relationships in that time, carefully vetted and deliberated upon before even starting the relationship, because he'd known then what it was like to have his heartbroken, and he was not in a rush to repeat that. Besides, his kids came first, and there was a lot of rebuilding to do. But despite everything, none of his girlfriends had lasted, not between the secrets of the Upside Down, the head trauma, the nightmares, and his 'cloying' nature.

He leaves the theatre with an ache in his chest, but tries to keep a smile on his face as they all pile into the nearest burger joint and talk about the movie and life in general. Only Eddie notices something's off, quirking an eyebrow at him. Steve, of course, waves him off with a poor excuse for a smile.

When it's time for them to all disperse, Steve drives straight to his current girlfriend's house as previously planned, not noticing the worried look Eddie shoots his way. Steve tries to hide his mood from his girlfriend, tries not to hug her for too long when she greets him at the door, knowing from much previous experience that girls don't like it when you're not the strong one, but he just can't shake the feeling that he's being torn apart from the inside out. He just can't help but think about how Belle was willing to change for the Beast; adjust her expectations, adapt her behaviour, be patient with him, and communicate instead of sending him weird, incomprehensible messages then get pissed when he doesn't understand. Why can't he have that? Is he even worthy of that? Why the fuck is it easier to justify redemption for a fictional beast than himself?

But his girlfriend sighs, unfooled, and won't leave him alone until he's honest about it because it's putting a damper on her night. And Steve, unprepared and entirely lost, just stammers out: 'I just... I want Disney love, you know?'

His girlfriend snorts at him, tells him Disney love doesn't exist, and that he just needs to be a man and get on with it.

Normally, Steve would force a laugh, tell her she's right, bury his feelings and try to do just that. But tonight? Tonight it breaks him. Before he knows what he's doing, he's up and muttering 'I don't think this is working' and gets straight back in his car, barely hearing her calling his name, confused and angry and exasperated. He doesn't notice where he's driving until he's already pulled up outside Eddie and Wayne's house, bought with the hush-money from the government.

He shuts off the engine and just sits there, debating what to do. The truth is, Eddie is just as much his best friend as Robin - even more so, sometimes, just in a different way Steve can't explain. Eddie always knows when he's upset, and knows exactly how to hug him - which he does, regularly. Eddie know when to steer him outside if it's too loud and going to trigger a migraine, and seems to know when he needs to eat, even though Eddie himself can barely keep himself fed. And Steve knows just when Eddie's going to get overstimulated and needs to be given something to focus on to calm him down, or when Eddie's had a bad night with nightmares, and needs someone to fall asleep with on the phone, just to know someone's there with him. He knows just when Eddie needs someone he can talk to about his new campaign, because everyone in work would complain so much if Eddie rambled on there. And Steve enjoys listening to him, so why wouldn't he encourage Eddie to speak to him?

They're best friends. And right now, he needs one of Eddie's hugs. It's just he's not normally so pathetically desperate when he turns up.

The decision is made for him when the front door opens and Eddie leans against the frame, a knowing smile on his face, practically screaming 'well, are you gonna come in or what?'. And even though he fights it, Steve can't stop the tears from welling as he gets out of the car and throws himself straight into Eddie's open arms.

"Whoa whoa, hey big boy, it's okay," Eddie soothes, bringing his arms around him and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure as sobs bubble up in Steve's throat.

"That's it, let it out," Eddie adds, and fuck does it make Steve melt.

Somehow - Steve really doesn't know how - Eddie gets the door closed and brings him to the sofa, manoeuvring him until Steve is curled up on his chest, face pressed into his neck, just safe and warm and whole in his arms, despite feeling so broken. And eventually, when Steve's calmed down enough to sniffle his way through an explanation, Eddie's warm hand in the centre of his back pulling too-honest word after too-honest word out of him, instead of laughing it off or being cagey as he normally would, Eddie's there, blowing out a breath, saying 'That sucks man,' and calling his girlfriend a bitch. Well, ex-girlfriend.

"She's not. Not really." Steve mumbles. "She's probably right, anyway. Disney love doesn't exist. I just- I just want someone that wants all of me, you know? Why show us that on screen if it doesn't exist in real life?"

"It does exist, man," Eddie says, but his tone is off. It's... sad, somehow. Like he's in pain. Steve blinks at him, and within seconds, a blush is covering Eddie's cheeks.

"Er, I just mean that it is out there, and you'll definitely find it," he says, tone now too bright and too enthusiastic.

".... But." Steve prompts.

"No, no buts. You can have it, and I'm sure you will!"

Steve tilts his head to the side. "Okay... so why did you sound.. like that?"

Eddie rakes his fingers through his hair - Steve never understood how his rings didn't catch in his curls.

"I, well, it's just that sometimes... the people who could love us like that have wanted to for a long time, and we've never noticed..."

Eddie's biting his lip, his voice trailing off into nothing, and legs practically vibrating with how fast he's tapping them. And Steve can't breathe.

"Eds?" he croaks.

"It just sucks that you're straight," Eddie forces out a laugh. "Because, assuming you'd be happy with a freak like me? I'd... gods Stevie, I'd give you everything."

Steve stares at him, at the bright pink of his cheeks, the deeper red of his lips (that are going to get darker if he keeps biting them like that), at the hair he's always been just a little bit obsessed with, and feels warmth and hope bloom where air should be.

"Eds... who says I'm straight?"

It's absolutely not what he expects to come out of his mouth. He'd never questioned his sexuality, even when Will and Mike finally got together. But now, how can he know he's anything but? It's like all the stars have magically aligned and suddenly, a new path has been made clear to him. The one he should have been on years ago.

Eddie's eyes snap to his, and Steve still cannot breathe, drowning in the hope, the fear, the devotion there. He wants to whimper. Almost does.

"Wh- what?"

Steve swallows. "For you, Eds? I'd be anything."

And it's different this time. Saying those words. He's used to them being a promise to become something he's not, to put everyone and their needs ahead of himself. But with Eddie, he knows he's never be taken advantage of like that. That Eddie would do exactly the same for him.

Eddie's hand cups his cheek, the callouses from his guitar sending tingles down Steve's spine, and Steve wants to cry all over again as Eddie whispers, hesitant and hopeful, "Be mine?"

Licking his lips, Steve swallows past his thumping heart.

"For forever, and happily ever after."

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xoxo-sarah · 3 months

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Let Me Show You

↝a/n: early Valentine's fic.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

↝warning: slightly suggestive, Valentine's Day, kissing, lonely Steve, frustrated reader, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Buckley, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 2.1.24

As the warm sunlight filtered through the curtains, you stirred from your slumber, feeling the soft warmth of Robin's body beside you. It was Valentine's Day, and you had planned a special day for just the two of you. Gently, you brushed your fingers against Robin's cheek, inviting her to wake up with you.

As you both lazily opened your eyes, a soft smile stretched across your face. "Happy Valentine's Day." you whispered, leaning in for a tender kiss.

The start of the day was great. It wasn't until you two were in the kitchen, trying to put together breakfast that the phone rang, interrupting the intimate atmosphere.. Robin left your side to get it.

Frustration clouded your face when she made it known who was in the phone. "Steve, some of us have significant others who we celebrate Valentine's with." Her tone was playful, but you knew she secretly meant it. Every holiday started with a call from Steve. It was mostly to complain about him being single on such days. You and Robin had to invite Steve out of pity. You didn't mind it much. But Valentine's Day is the day for "lovers", not lovers and their friend.

You plucked the phone from her hand, "What do you want, Steve? Can't you see it's a special day?"

Steve's voice crackled through the line, his tone oblivious to your annoyance. "Hey, sorry to bother you, but I need Robin's help with something for work. It's kinda urgent."

You exchanged a knowing look with Robin. "Steve, listen up. Today is Valentine's Day, and Robin and I have plans. It's really not a good time for work."

Robin chimed in, her voice laced with both irritation and playfulness. "Yeah, Steve. Can't you see we're busy here? Leave us alone for a change."

Steve's tone changed, realization dawning upon him. "Oh! Oh, wow, sorry. I didn't realize it was Valentine's Day. My bad. I'll, uh, figure it out myself. Enjoy your day!"

As you hung up, Robin wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer

You smirked, leaning into her touch. "Thought you didn't care for Valentine's Day?"

Robin chuckled, her voice full of warmth and desire. "I don't. I just want to spend time with you."

You pinch her side, "How about you let me show you just how head over heels in love we can be, without all the cheesy stuff."

The rest of the day was filled with shared laughter, passionate kisses, and sweet, intimate moments that reaffirmed your love for each other. With each passing moment and bruising kiss, you both realized that Valentine's Day was simply a day to celebrate the love you had for one another, regardless of anyone else's expectations.

And in the midst of stolen glances and lingering touches, you both knew that this Valentine's Day would forever be etched in your memories as the day you affirmed that love transcends clichés and thrives on the genuine connection between two people.

At the end of the day, you did feel bad for poor, lonely Steve. So, who would it hurt if you invited him over for a movie night? It isn't third wheeling if he's invited.

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mixedupmelody · 1 year

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tough guy.

notes: someone needs to seriously make an effort to bruise these guys' ego a little. the t-birds in GENERAL need to come with a warning sign saying "Will Not Show Affection in Public".

contains: danny zuko x gender neutral reader , kenickie murdoch x female reader

characters: danny zuko, kenickie murdoch, t-birds and pink ladies (briefly mentioned)

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes and dialouge

. ☁️ .

꒰ danny. ꒱

“ 'S cool with me, baby. ” Danny holds a hand around your waist, taking care not to look into your eyes. God, he could stare at them for hours. He'd live a happy life if all he ever saw was those eyes. But he can't look at you. Not now. The T-Birds stare at him, almost as if they were waiting on their leader to slip up and say something cheesy. “ I'll see you after school, beautiful. ”

You press a quick kiss to his lips, before walking off to your next class. You knew his status meant something to him, and weren't trying to put him in an annoying spot with his friends. Danny's shoulders relax as you walk off, eyes trailing after you as if he could keep you next to him with his mind.

Danny is the leader of the T-Birds, so he's held to a somewhat higher standard than the rest of the guys. Out of all of them, he's suppossed to be the most macho, the most hard-headed, and the most gutsy member all into one. In between all the turf wars and fights at school, he's the face of their gang that let's everyone know he means business.

And then you came along. You managed to break through his tough exterior and unlock a sweeter, more sensitive side of him. He couldn't help but feel like a total melvin each time he dressed up nice to bring you flowers, or when he put his best efforts into not getting fresh with you when you invited him to your place to study after school.

To him, it's all worth it. Just seeing that smile on your face is enough to keep him going through the exhaustion he feels trying to keep his pure, romantic advancements under wraps.

꒰ kenickie. ꒱

Kenickie's hand reaches dangerously close to your ass as you sit with him at The Frosty Palace. As the T-Birds and Pink Ladies chat at their shared booth, Kenickie made sure to show off that he was a certified ladies man. And what better way to show that than messing around with his girl while they ate?

“ If these jokers keep this shitty conversation up, i'll just have to take ya' home for some real fun. ” You could tell he was practically working overtime tonight. With all those notes you left in his lunch, you were more than sure he was trying to make up the jokes he was subjected to. It's not that he really cared what the guys would think, they knew he would knock them out before they had the chance to flap their gums for too long, but it was a matter of dignity!

Kenickie Murdouch would rather die than let the guys think he's gone soft. He's a rockin', smooth talkin' rebel who's all bark. At least, until he started going steady with you. He feels all mixed up, wanting to treat you nice while also having to be on the look out for the other T-Birds.

God forbid you ever give him a tender kiss in front of his friends at school, or make him quiet a quick "i love you too" when you part ways in the halls. The guys will rip on him for as long as Kenickie will take it, making obnoxious kissing noises and jokingly threaten to take his second-in-command spot.

If they push him too far, he'll switch right back into greaser mode, and threaten to knock the living daylights out of them. They shut up quickly after that.

There's been at least one instance where you and Kenickie were on a date at The Frosty Palace, sharing a milkshake. As you two are talking, he laughs, slamming his hand on the table, and the milkshake splashes on the tip of his nose. When you go to clean his face for him, the other T-Birds barge in through those glass doors. It almost feels unreal how accurate their timing is. You hear a chorus of "oooo!"s as you clean his face, trying your best to calm your boyfriend down before he loses his cool.

You don't see his walls go down often, even when you're by yourselves. Give him time.

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differenteagletragedy · 2 months

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Can we pretend it's still Valentine's Day?

Because then you have Baxter, who spent so much of his life trying to convince himself that Valentine's Day is completely and utterly charming. The romance, the pinks and reds, the hearts, the cupids -- it's all so cute and the kind of thing that, in his heart of hearts, he loves, but he's not a sentimental guy, remember? He doesn't like showing that part of himself. Until he does!

He didn't have friends for so long growing up, and he never had any that went to school with him, so baby Baxter would have no one to exchange valentines with, and if he did then it would be some forced thing by a teacher. He'd watch other kids shyly give each other sweet little cards with nice little messages on them and know, even as a kid, that he'd never get to be part of something like that.

There might be a Valentine's Day dance event he could attend, and maybe he and the Boys Club jokingly give each other Batman cards or something, but the tender little sweetheart that he is, he can't help but think that it would be just so nice to get something a little more.

When he gets older, it might be easy to imagine him being bitter about the holiday, but I don't see that happening -- he's fine planning weddings for a living, I don't think he'd get catty about one day a year dedicated to love. And with how many people choose to get married on Valentine's Day, he doesn't really have an option to openly dislike it.

Instead, he does what he always does and locks away the part of himself that would love nothing more than to get a single cheesy red rose on that day. Grocery store full of flowers and boxes of candy? No it's not, he doesn't notice anything different. There are some decorations at the office of a red and pink variety? How nice, he will pay it absolutely no mind whatsoever. Heart-shaped cookies at Xake's when he stops by in February for planning purposes? Very cute, not at all representative of anything special.

BUT THEN you come back in his life. A little bit of magic, just for him, a beautiful twist of fate that swung your paths together once again. And it's hard at first, of course it is, because he doesn't do relationships but at the same time, he's so in love with you it hurts.

Months go by, summer turns into fall turns into winter, and suddenly it's February again. He'd never put any expectations on you -- even at this point, he's still a little nervous you're going to realize how broken he is and leave, and he wouldn't blame you for it -- but still, things feel a little different this year. Instead of compartmentalizing everything about this sweet little day of love, he find himself feeling a tinge of hope.

Shower him with love on Valentine's Day, please. Send him flowers at the office so everyone knows (like he would ever shut up about you in the first place) that his heart is taken. Make reservations at a nice restaurant. Wear something fancy because you know he will. For the love of god, take that man dancing. Dance with him after breakfast in the kitchen, dance with him after you do your shared skin routine before bed.

Please just never stop dancing with him.

#baxter ward #our life valentine's day

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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Hello, thank you for the work you put into this blog. It might be a bit early, but are there any S2 fix-it recs yet?

Hi! We have a plentiful #fix-it tag now! Here are some more to add...

you're the victim of your crime by JustNerdyThings (T)

It's a simple decision, really. It's simple in the way things rarely are, in that it's not much of a decision at all. Whatever Aziraphale might stand to gain by staying in Heaven, it cannot possibly compare to what he's already lost down on Earth. So Aziraphale leaves. He miracles up his letter of resignation, pretends to clear out his still-empty desk, and leaves. And he hopes against hope that somehow, someday, Crowley might forgive him.

hungry work by CCs_World (E)

“You must understand,” Aziraphale had whispered. He was on the doorstep of the bookshop, months after his departure, looking in at Crowley — disheveled, both of them. Broken, both of them. Afraid, both of them. Hopeful, both of them. “I understand, Aziraphale,” Crowley had said back. They had stretched out a hand to Aziraphale. “Come on. Let’s think of a plan together.” And they had. Somehow, miraculously, ineffably, a second apocalypse had been averted. Heaven and Hell were cut off. They were free — truly free. And they had all the time in the universe. So, naturally, they left London. OR: After the Second Coming does not Come, Crowley and Aziraphale move to the South Downs. However, living together is difficult when there are over 6000 years of tension between them - tension which must be resolved if they are to have their happily ever after.

Trembling with tenderness by HolRose (T)

When the former demon Crowley is surprised in his Mayfair flat by a visit from his erstwhile boss and their ex-Archangel partner asking for assistance, Crowley has that familiar sinking feeling that something he did in the past has come back to bite him on the arse. When the current Supreme Archangel materialises in his flat shortly afterwards, Crowley knows the time has come for them to really talk at last. Just as soon as they’ve got rid of their visitors, that is. A post Season 2 fix-it fic in which they communicate properly, and Aziraphale demonstrates just how crafty, and also loving, he can be. This is one for those who might like something genuinely soft and romantic after the ending to Season 2.

We'll make Heaven a place on Earth by arabellas_court (E)

Aziraphale unfolded the piece of paper slowly beneath the horrid lighting. He cleared his throat and looked around, the corners of his mouth faltering just a second when he landed on Crowley. He looked down at the paper. “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth—” “Jesus Christ,” Crowley grumbled. “No, dear, he came later, remember?” ------ Crowley knows his worth. He can't take Aziraphale back immediately after how hurt he's been. And for once, Aziraphale has to work for that forgiveness. Both of them are a mess. Both of them go to therapy—unexpectedly, together. Angst with a happy ending.

Snogging on Heaven's Door by Tetrisbiene (M)

What if Aziraphale actually said, 'Do it again. Please. Right now!'? A Post-Season 2 Fanfic. Aziraphale has to go to Heaven to thwart the Second Coming, and Crowley just can't let him go alone. Follow the pair as they meet old and new faces, go to heavenly meetings, sow mischief, and tempt some angels to fall in love with humanity. May the two find a flat surface to talk things over with each other before this big promotion can tear them apart. This is the story of our ineffable idiots in a roller coaster ride of emotions, heavenly bureaucracy, and stolen kisses against doors. Have some angst, some stupid puns in the chapter titles, and an elevator ride that's basically an excuse for me to write a cheesy alternative ending to help me get over the actual finale.

In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you by sunrisesinthesuburbs (T)

Aziraphale stares back at the Metatron with renewed optimism. “I know where my loyalty stands, Sir,” he starts, even managing a small smile. “And I do not need to prove myself to them. When the Time comes, they will enjoy what I’ve been working on.” He sounds convincing, really. Honest, reliable and responsible. Crowley decides this is a good time to whistle: “Someone’s getting all professional up here.” Aziraphale dares to peep in his direction, hoping to convey with one brief look everything he is thinking about: ‘Shut up, will you? I’m trying to do something here.’ Crowley smirks, of course. He really is so annoying. “Well, Aziraphale, you may not need to prove yourself to them,” the Metatron reaches for something inside his jacket, “but you need to prove yourself to me.” Aziraphale fails Heaven's test (of course), and now he has to fix an even bigger mess. Throw a messy break up and a Second Coming in the mix and, somehow, you get a getaway car and a cottage in the South Downs. A lot can happen in a day. (Post Season 2; my very own attempt at fixing things.)

- Mod D

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months

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When their s/o has a nightmare

Very rushed and kinda half baked idea; I apologize for any typos or anything of the sort, or if the hcs are kinda uuuuughhh

Its nearly 2am and I feel not very good (I think I'm coming down with something <\3)

Nevertheless, I hope you guys enjoy

Slenderman;

He does a lil headtilt when he notices you writhing around

He watches for a while, trying to see if you can wake yourself up; but if you can't and it gets worse, he'll gently shake you awake

I feel like he just barely goes above and beyond to comfort you; it's not that he doesnt care, it's just that he never really.. helped someone recover from a nightmare; and considering he himself doesnt sleep, he's kinda at a loss

Just guide him through what to do, and he'll do it! Communication is key! Need some water? Hes got it! Need to be held? Hes crawling into bed! Want him to stay by your side? Hes now stationed at the bed! Want to talk about it? Hes all ears!

Splendorman;

Unlike his brother, splendor has a better idea of what to do; and thats mostly due to the whole "he meddles with humans more, on a more personal and up close level,"

As soon as you seem uneasy hes springing into action and gently shaking you awake

"Hey hey! Are you alright, sweetheart :(?" As he sits himself at the edge of the bed; close enough for comfort, but not too close... doesnt want to make you feel trapped

Hes already using his tendrils to make the situation more comfortable; turning on a light, getting some water; and if you have one, hes grabbing a plushie

His go to way to comfort someone is to distract them, lighten the mood

Laughing Jack;

I'm sorry but hes gonna be aggressively shaking you around; and admittedly that might make it worse depending on the nightmare and your personal boundaries

Probably slapping your face like in movies/j

No but I feel like hes one of the worst, what with him being all high energy and still trying to grasp boundaries and all that

If this is the first time he will tone it down if you tell him; or at least try, it'll take time

As for the actual comfort thing he'll probably let you talk about it but he'll be cracking jokes the entire time

Is it to lift the mood, or is it because he cant shut up for 2 seconds? Could be both

Gives you candies instead of water and snakes his arms around you

Probably says something cheesy, like

Idk something about how hes the only monster around or something

Eyeless Jack;

Jack doesnt sleep much, and when he does he commonly has nightmares; so he gets it, unfortunately

Shakes your shoulder, makes sure your awake, and immediately goes into filling the silence

He'll hold you and run his fingers through your hair while telling stories; mix of stories about his experiences and random shit

Its actually.. nice and sweet in its own way, since jack isnt much of a talker otherwise

He'll also be logical, offer some advice and straighten out any worries that you have

Generally just a tender moment

Tldr; slenderman is kinda neutral, almost robotic and taking commands. Splendorman has experience in comforting people, laughing jack will toss you around and make jokes about it. Eyeless jack distracts you via stories while holding you

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #splendorman imagine #splendorman x reader #laughing jack headcanons #laughing jack x reader #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader

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swordcreature · 5 months

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Okokok but I just had a thought just now and I have to share it with you and anybody else who is hopefully gonna be as feral abt it as I am rn: We've all been going feral abt the tails but what about the HORNS??? 👀👀 Thinkin' bout the boys with a tiefling s/o.... do you think like. They have a thing for sparring/headbutting - either as a playful banter thing, kinda like how goats or young spike deer will headbutt eachother to practise/play?? or maybe it starts like that but then oopsie, their s/o's face is right there and now they're kissing and it just ✨runs away with them both✨ if you catch my drift *wink wink* 👀👀

Do tief boys sometimes just start headbutting eachother/other people when they get randy sometimes?? Is it one of those things they genuinely can't help bc Hormones(tm) or is it like. A conscious choice and something that annoys tiefs of other gender identities like "for fuck's sake stop headbutting eachother!!" that they try to play it off like "Oops, hormones" but everyone KNOWS they did it on purpose (I'm NOT looking at Rolan as I say this /sarcasm) really...

I cannot get this out of my brain help me-

Dammon totally strikes me as the kind of guy that would start play wrestling with his partner and I could totally see him headbutting another tiefling in a goading way. Like "oh look what you've started now, you mess with the beast you're gonna get the horns" etc etc.

And I think he would be really goofy with it, basically trying to illicit a reaction from his partner. But then his partner pushes back and it's suddenly a silent battle for dominance to see who relents first.

But it almost always ends with Dammon getting too lost in the way his partner cutely scrunches their nose in determination or the way their little gruffs of effort sound kind of heated; he gets too turned on and pulls them into a kiss.

The kiss also ends up being a challenge between them, because they're so flushed from their little sparring match that it basically becomes a competition of who can get their tongue farther down the other's throat. They both win that match, tbh.

Then, when he's on top of them he'll playfully butt against their horns to make them laugh. And when one of them is looking to have a rougher night, they'll use their interlocked horns to push and pull the other's head a certain way (as long as they don't do it too hard, those things are attached to their head after all)

And, okay, I know this isn't exactly what you were saying, but like..... Rolan......horn cuddling.... ahsdfkjha

Not necessarily headbutting aggressively like bulls in a fight, but lovingly rubbing horns together, like how a goat rubs their horns on things affectionately.

So Rolan starts courting another tiefling and just starts doing it as a consequence of getting close to their face. Like going in for a kiss, rubbing his nose against theirs and... "oops are horns are bumping into each other!!".

Except the feeling of their horns rubbing past one another feels good, so he starts doing it on purpose. After a tender kiss, while cuddling in bed, to say hello and goodbye. Just being cute, as long as it's where no one can see him being so intimate.

But then one day they're out somewhere in public, maybe with Cal and Lia, having a couple drinks, getting loose. And he doesn't even notice the way he starts affectionately rubbing his horn against his partner's because it's so second nature to do it now???

Other tieflings see it for the loving, slightly cheesy, act that it is, so of course Cal and Lia are like "get a room!!!!"

And Rolan is blushing, head to toe.

#bg3 #bg3 smut #ish?#bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #anon #requests/suggestions #my writing #rolan #dammon #zevlor

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deadbydangit · 9 months

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Hi! I really enjoyed the first kiss scenarios! Can you make one with Pinhead as well? <3

You absolutely can. I'm going to add a few others. I've only seen the first Hellraiser, so I hope I've gotten it right.

First kisses.

Pinhead, Plague, Legion (Joey)

Pinhead

Your relationship with his is an odd one.

He doesn't show many emotions.

And the emotions he does show are more sadistic and aimed at survivors.

To you? He's a very quiet, reserved, but intelligent man.

His way of showing affection is usually a little pat on the head or his arm over your shoulder.

To show you the other way he shows affection...

Elliott care about you too much to harm you in any way.

Despite his cold demeanor, he really does love you.

If you feel neglected, he'll be able to tell.

He's a very smart person.

"S/o. Come here."

In his usual monotone voice.

Once you obey, he'll lean down and place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Despite all the pins, he somehow never pokes you.

He'll even give you a smile.

"Forgive me, I never meant to cause you anguish by neglecting you."

He'll then kiss you on the lips.

And he's a really good kisser.

But he enjoys teasing you a bit.

It leaves you wanting more.

"Come along. I'd like you to accompany me with some work."

He's saying he wants to spend more time with you.

And give you more kisses.

Plauge

Do not.

Seriously.

She loves you.

But she doesn't want you to kiss her.

You will get so sick.

You hear how she sounds everyday.

Trust her, you don't want to feel like that.

Adris would love to give you a kiss.

She really really would!

But just the idea of making you ill haunts her.

Also, she might just get sick on you.

Usually, she gets sick without warning.

There is no predicting it either.

Maybe you could kiss her cheek or something?

Regardless, you have to be the one to make the first move.

Make sure she's feeling well that day.

She has her good days, and her not so good days.

And it's very easy to tell when it's a bad day.

Don't make it a surprise kiss either.

She isn't a fan of things that will startle her.

She might get sick on that.

Instead, start by taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on it.

Then wait for her response.

If it's positive, work your way up until you place one on her cheek.

She won't let you kiss her in the mouth for your safety.

But she will build up enough courage to give you a kiss on the cheek.

Legion (Joey)

He wants to be the one to give you the first kiss.

But he doesn't want to force you.

He has to find the perfect time and place.

And, with the help of Susie and Julie, he'll get just that.

Joey isn't really the romantic type.

His idea of a perfect date is a cheesy horror movie, junk food, and weed.

Not happening under the girls' watch.

So they'll give you a decent spot to have your first kiss.

Make it semi-romantic.

At least as much as you can get it in the realm.

While the girls are setting things up, Frank is walking Joey through all the steps to make the first kiss memorable and perfect.

"Dude, Frank. Chill, I got this."

Joey does not got this and he is not chill.

He's actually freaking out!

He'll try to take a hit before the date, but the others won't let him.

Not even a small one.

You arrive at a room decorated with flowers.

"U-Uh... Hey babe."

Sweating bullets.

He's so terrified he can't even move.

The others are whispering to get him moving.

"Fuck it."

He'll throw off his mask and give you the most tender loving passionate kiss you could ever hope for.

The others are pissed he didn't follow the plan.

But he doesn't care.

And neither should you.

That had to have been the best kiss ever.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd pinhead #dbd joey #dbd plague

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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timkon and 70?

70. “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

By the time the dust settles, it's so late that it's it's circled back around to being early. The eastern sky is growing paler by the second; as Kon tiredly floats his way over the rubble, he finds himself turning his face up to the light.

In the aftermath of the battle, it's finally, blessedly quiet. If he concentrates, Kon knows he'll hear the frantic hustle and bustle of the League field hospital, the snoring of exhausted heroes, the weeping of the bereaved, but if he lets the weariness dull his senses, everything is still.

It's here, alone in the quiet destruction, that Kon finds his sunshine.

The familiar crimson and black of Tim's costume are dull in the dust and dimness. He looks as exhausted as Kon feels, perched atop a chunk of upended mortar and pavement, but his smile as Kon settles into his side is genuine. "Hey."

"Hey, yourself." Kon slips an arm under his cape, around Tim's waist. Tim melts into his side, lets his head fall against his shoulder, and sighs. Kon was with him during all the fighting—he knows Tim isn't seriously injured anywhere—but they split up to help with different parts of search and rescue efforts afterwards, and it's been hours since Kon got to simply hold him. "What're you doing out here?"

Tim shrugs one shoulder, gazing up at the rapidly lightening sky. "Too wired to crash just yet. Just... thinking."

For a moment, he's quiet, gazing up at the thin, wispy clouds; Kon takes the opportunity to watch him. His hair is messy, falling out of its bun this way and that; he's removed his domino, and the dust and grime on the rest of his face are starkly absent around his eyes. There's a bruise slowly darkening on his jaw.

He's the most beautiful thing Kon has ever seen.

Tim keeps going, after a moment, his face still turned up to the sky. "Sometimes, it's just... ridiculously hard to wrap my mind around all this, even now. You know?"

"What," Kon teases, "after everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?"

That gets the soft huff of laughter he was searching for. Tim gives him a wry look, shakes his head, and reaches up to ruffle Kon's hair. "Nah, I figured that one out by the time you proposed." Tim lays his head on Kon's shoulder again. "Does it never hit you as just... I dunno, surreal? Weird as hell? Fucking bonkers, that this is our lives?"

"Hmm. Well, probably not in the way you mean," Kon admits, resting his cheek against Tim's hair. "My life has been fucking bonkers since the day I hatched outta that tube, so I dunno that I have much of a frame of reference. Not like you."

"Mm, yeah, that's fair." The first rays of sun spill over the horizon; Kon closes his eyes and tips his face up with a sigh of bliss as the light soaks into his skin. Tim skims a hand up his back to rub his fingers against the fuzzy stubble above the nape of his neck. "You're my very special clone boy."

"Says my Robin," Kon returns easily. He opens his eyes to glance down at Tim, admiring the play of the early morning light on his dark hair. "...Frame of reference or not, though, if you ever want a break, or want out entirely, I'm behind you a hundred percent, babe. You know that, right?"

"Yeah. I know." Tim smiles. The wind catches his hair, sending it streaming out around his face as the last of his bun gives way. Kon's chest aches with tenderness at the sight. "I'm not having a crisis or anything, don't worry. Just... thinking."

"It is pretty fucking bonkers." Kon draws him closer, presses a kiss to his forehead, and lingers, soaking up the dawn. "But I can't complain too much. It gave me you."

"Cheesy," Tim murmurs, but his smile gives him away—when Kon looks at him, he can see all the warmth and wonder of the daybreak looking back.

♥ angst/fluff prompts ♥

#ty meg <333 #this one actually had me stewing like. huh which of them WOULD say it!!! and where and when!!!#timkon #rimi writes #tim #kon #loisinherlane #sorry for not being dramatic i know you love drama. alas... i was stricken by imagery instead

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rknchan · 1 year

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HAPPINESS CHARGE PRETTY CURE LOVE POST

i just finished hcpc and i really enjoyed it !!!!!! its not going to be some kind of deep analysis i just gonna be silly about things i like in hcpc

THE CHARACTERS i adore each and every one of them (except for namakeruda i wanna punch him with lovely punching punch)

MEGUMI CHAAAN shes so precious to me !!!! so pure so truly lovely her desire to make everyone happy is so heartwarming megumichan always puts a smile on my face whenever shes on screen ^^

i saw people thinking shes mary sue but i cannot agree :c for me marysue is a character so perfect that theyre unbelievable (!)

and megumi IS believable to me . people like megumi do exist,,,,, and she has more serious flaws than being clumsy and bad at studying;

shes all about helping others but cares about herself little, when shes suffering her pain is hidden behind a smile to the point she can't resist her pain anymore, she worries about being weak and her help is not needed - altruistic people like megumi often experience this feelings too

also she reminds me of my fav person </3 and she motivates me to become a better person myself and believe in love and happiness,,, sorry it sounded cheesy but its true.. thank you megumi ^^

HIME HIME HIME my blorbo !!!!! at the beginning her anxiety and arkwardness, feeling of being not worthy enough to be a precure, escaping from problems felt so relatable :c and it felt so good to see her grow. the moment when she saved iona was so powerful. i wish we saw more of her family when she returned to blue sky

btw i love meguhime as friends and as a pairing theyre so pure so cute they care for each other so much awwww,w,w,,w,w,w, *holds them gently*

YUKOO precious rice bean and the most canonical lesbian of hcpc

i love her rice song its cute and catchy i often chant it ahhahaha

also i like how she always wants to keep peace, to befriend villains and give them love they lacked !!! "why keep fighting if we can eat delicious rice together" SAY THIS LOUDER QUEEN HONEY shes so based for this

i can't say much about iona maybe ??? shes a deep and realistic character and her story with cure tender makes me cry but tbh she put me off in the beginning as it was uncomfortable to watch her being harsh on hime (tho its justified)... but she grew a lot too ,,,,

i expected to dislike seiji but actually he was such a nice character and a loyal friend who actually has chemistry with megumi and role in the plot

QUEEN MIRAGE is my fav villain ever and tbh i can even relate to her

deranged traumatised emowoman ily

the story of her relationship with blue breaks my heart ... the moments when she still wants to be loved by blue but cant resist her anxious thoughts and red's manipulation... HER PURIFICATION SCENE WHEN ALL THE CURES COMFORTED MIRAGE;;;;; HER REUNION WITH BLUE;;;;;;;; sobs

the generals are so fun to watch :) dorks with goofy hats

hosshiwa remains my crush forever..... and oresky and namakeruda are just fuking silly smashing them smashing them

tho their final battle with the cures and their purification was such a deep and impressing scene

i love how brutal and creative was this season with its attacks. lovely punching punch <333 lovely beam <33 princess bullet machine gun <333 let cute girls do some violence

and their innocent form attacks are just beautiful

hcpc is often criticized for its repetitive designs and i sorta agree... but at least they were creative with international cures designs (aloha and bomber girls are my favourite, also im glad to see a cure from my country !!!! cure katyusha <3) and form changes AND FOREVER LOVELY DESIGN JUST SLAYS. SHE LOOKS LIKE A LITERAL ANGEL

also maybe theres a meaning behind the similar designs??? like, all the cures all over the world have similar costumes and it can symbolize they have a lot in common, theyre unite, they are a million-cure team .. while the phantom generals are all different, there's nothing uniting them, there's no team spirit or friendship between them

also the soundtrack is so good and catchy !!!!! i adore the opening and the rice song (and especially honey and hosshiwa's song battle) and the innocent song !!!!

i love the message of hcpc that everyone is worthy to be happy and loved, even if youre in deep despair, disappointed in life, thinking you'll never be loved and thus love is worth nothing - someone is always going to be here for you

but at the same time it points out that love can be a destructive force (red, mirage, dark seiji), that its impossible to be happy all the time, that feeling pain and hate is valid

sorry it turned out so long i hope i could share my love for happiness charge with you ,,,,,

i love you megumi i love you hime i love you yuko i love you iona i love you blue i love you red i love you mirage i love you seiji i love you masukomio i love you phantomu i love you hosshiwa i hate you namakeruda i love you oresky I LOVE YOU HAPPINESS CHARGE

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nuctoria · 28 days

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Psss....pssss

Luigi's harem... years later/old couple (interesting option for those with a long life expectancy or immortality)

Ohh, that's actually an interesting thought! Lets see...

TW: mentions of death and fear of loss.

Daisy: I think she is the same or close to Peach's age so her age with Luigi would be pretty close. By now, they're heir would have taken over the throne of Sarasaland so all they have to do is enjoy life without the duty of serving as Emperor and Empress, though they'd stick around to support their family and people when needed. The two would want to go around the world a lot more now that they have the time, especially to spend time with Mario, Peach and their own children (which I just posted a drawing of-). They still play sports as they are still able to be active thanks to all the years of physical exercise but it won't be as intense as back then as there are limitations now. That's all I have really, simple, lovely old couple days.

Peasley: Now this will be hard to predict on Peasley's part since we don't know how long a Beanish person lives for, could be longer or shorter than the human life span. Kinda wanna go with the theory that it's a bit shorter since it's a bean and not an immortal or power and long-lasting being. Then again Peasley seems a bit younger than Luigi so it won't be that much of a problem. They would mostly settle in the BeanBean Kingdom but in a normal house where they can live peaceful and romantic lives. Peasley would continue his cheesy, romantic attitude that stills makes Luigi feel fluttered and giddy, while Luigi shows his own affection in other ways, taking care of him with extra care and tenderness. It's a way of letting each other know that they will love each other till their days end.

Dreambert: Pi'illos have a longer life span that humans so Dreambert wants to stick to Luigi as much as he can when the years starts to really pass, wanting Luigi to feel supported and loved. Luigi often calms him down when he gets a bit too worried about his health and ensures him that everything will be alright. The insomnia is pretty much gone at this point so both their dreams are sweet and pleasant, merging them every night so they can enjoy it together. The best part in their opinion is watching their son be a Pi'illo they can't be proud of, even better when their grandchildren came into the picture, Luigi ended up crying his eyes out in pure joy at being a grandpa. Dreambert actually got interested in Eldream's work and when he passed, he took over and followed in his footsteps.

Bowser: Bowser has really calmed down after all these years with Luigi and has gotten closer to the others, his kingdom forming a Peace Treaty long before he gave up his throne to Jr and even forming more healthy alliances thanks to Luigi and even Peach's help. But he had a lot to apologise and make up for, especially after being considered a world-wide threat. But it worked out in the end and things are finally peaceful. He likes to sit back and relax with his husband and children when they visit but he also likes to become useful and since he's knowledgeable in fighting and power, he offers assistance in training his own other other kingdoms' troops for better security results and how to properly use said power. Luigi really wanted to spend his days in a place with more greenery but he couldn't bare make Bowser leave his homeland like he had to so he used his old house as a vacation house that he visits often. If Luigi takes too long to come back, Bowser gets back on his kidnapping antics and "kidnaps" him back home.

King Boo: King Boo isn't too worried of how many living years Luigi has left as they will still be together as ghosts but he hates seeing his health slowly get worse and experiences the pain of seeing someone you love die. It starts to hurt but tries to make it better by remembering that they will still be together and won't have to worry about living barriers. Luigi is more than aware of his worries no matter how much he tries to hide them and spends a lot of time comforting King Boo and offering any sort of distraction to calm him down. Luigi took over E-Gadd's work when the professor passed but doesn't use the same methods, preferring to interview instead of experimenting, makes for lovely chats over tea or coffee. The two love spending time with the boos and Luigi started joining on on the smaller, more fun scares, Halloween being the best time ever, turns out Luigi knows a lot more about horror than the king guessed and it made him fall harder for him. Luigi started to get a bit self-cautious as he got older, but King Boo was quick to shut that down and show him how much he still loved him. Luckily, Mario doesn't get put in a painting anymore but he still isn't in a totally friendly relationship with the king, he just tolerates him and stays polite with him. Luigi sets his husband straight if he starts to become a prick to his brother, that's a big no-no he won't allow no matter how much King Boo whines and tries to downplay. Looks like some things never change, even after death.

Antasma: while Antasma stayed in Pi'illo Island since it's his homeland and has the food he needs most, he found he wasn't as hurt to leave it and go to the Mushroom Kingdom with Luigi, preferred it actually. It was so nice and different, aside from the grating voices of the Toads, he got as used to it as he could. There was actually a lot more food than he thought he'd find, since there weren't any other dream bats to compete against, but he stills goes back with Luigi when he wants to visit, which is where they also found their colony. Antasma doesn't worry about his age or how long he has to live as it depends on how many dreams he eats and how much power he has to keep himself alive still, but it starts to lessen the older Luigi gets so they can experience being old together. He doesn't stop eating all together, he just eats more of what Luigi cooks instead of dreams, which he happens to actually enjoy. He mostly follows Luigi's lead on how they live their old days, aside from the off chance that he wants to experience something he heard of or saw and grew interested in, the most fun he had was visiting some the museums that caught his eye. Their days together or quiet and calm, filled with naps, cuddles and a whole lot of affection for each other and their children as they grow. Antasma is really amazed at how he got to this and while he may regret the things he did, if it meant having what he had now, he'd do it all over again.

Dimentio: he doesn't grow old like Luigi and he tries his best to hide his panic at seeing Luigi's body slowly give up on him, until he has enough after a doctor's visit and desperately insists that he finds a way to give Luigi more years or to make him immortal in aspect of aging but to his devastation, Luigi obviously refuses, he wouldn't be able to bare that like Dimentio does. Dimentio is in distress at this because he knows where Luigi's soul will end up and he can't bare to loose him and never be able to see him again. Luigi can't calm him down but he does his best to give the best memories he can together and works on building a support system for Dimentio. The jester ends up slowly accepting the cycle of life for humans and spends as much time as he can with Luigi and enjoys it a lot more than he thought he would, finally seeing why Luigi loves life so much. He'll miss him but he doesn't to miss him just yet. All he has to do is enjoy the time given to them and cherish it.

#luigi #princess daisy #prince peasley #prince dreambert #bowser #king boo #antasma #dimentio #anon ask #luigi harem #tw mentions of death #tw fear of loss

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guiraguira · 11 months

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the cute drunk rosho headcanons have inspired me, would you be able to write some headcanons / a fic for a drunk sasara being clingy and overly lovey-dovey towards his s/o? like i can see him being clingy and calling his s/o stupid cutesy pet names when not drunk, but i feel drunk sasara would dial that up to 100 lol! it can include the other members of dh if you want, either works for me!:) ty !!

Sasara the cuddly drunk! ✨

Ahhhh~~~~ Sasara is too playful and needs to constantly emphasize how much she loves you! Of that I am sure! 💜He would also drop a lot of cheesy lines because he just isn't ashamed to say them. I totally agree, I feel that this writing does not do it justice and I should write one more

Sasara x Fem reader!

° You were leaving work quite tired, the fact that it was Friday and that you could see your boyfriend earlier than planned would restore your spirits. He had told you that he would go live and you were invited to the studio. So you search your cell phone for the program to see if it had already started.

° You discover that he is not alone, it seems that it was an interview with the entire division, to yourself you think if Rei should be there or not but hey, it didn't matter anymore. The questions flow and even though you try to be on time you think you could only see the end.

° You're already in the studio, you get them to let you in and get behind the scenes. Meanwhile, the boys are participating in a game of questions and answers, whoever loses must have a drink of alcohol. Again you wonder what kind of program they are participating in.

° The one who loses the most is Sasara, just because Rosho was paralyzed a while ago and Rei didn't want to drink something so cheap. You stop counting when she reaches the eighth glass, luckily the presenter decides to end the game and greet the spectators, allowing the participants to say goodbye as well. "Ahhh, I hope my sweet cupcake is seeing me somewhere" he Says when it's his turn.

° at that moment you wave your hand and he sees you, smiling like an idiot he returns the greeting by blowing you a flying kiss, using his other hand to make a heart with his thumb and index finger. Fortunately the program ends there, but not your shame.

° "My beautiful bunny, I'm so happy you're here!" He runs to you catching you in a hug spinning you around with him, giving you a loud and exaggerated kiss. That only means one thing, and that is that he is drunk.

° "Aren't you happy too? Don't you say hello to me? You don't love me anymore? I love you! My little squirrel " He pressed you tighter against him with each question, preventing you from answering "Hello honey, I love you too" but that didn't He reaches for it, he wants you to show it to him, so escaping from his grasp, you hold both sides of his face, depositing a tender kiss on the tip of his nose.

° "Do they have to do all that in public?" Rosho is more flushed than you are, making you aware of the looks people are giving you there, some whispering and looking in your direction. Far from feeling any pressure, Sasara speaks with your hands still on her face "obviously it must be like this, everyone must know how much I love her, she is the queen of my heart" rub her forehead with yours while squeezing your hands keeping them on that place.

° "hey! You're saying some very corny things" despite that, you laugh with him. "Ahh ~~ I can't help it, not when you look at me with those eyes" he is about to kiss your eyes but you stop him with a hand on his lips. "You can't act like that every time you drink!" He complains murmuring something you don't understand and still kisses your hand repeatedly until you take it out of his mouth.

° "No! If my sweet bear talks to me like that I could die..." he dramatizing he throws himself on the ground fanning himself, you're about to say something but he gets up at great speed, staggering a bit. Without telling you anything, he picks you up princess-style, running through the halls of the studio, upon reaching one of the dressing rooms he opens the door and closes it behind him with his feet.

° "Now there's no one… can you do what you always do? Come on, don't get mad, sweetheart" he pouts, twisting his head, with you in her arms, he leans against the door, sliding until he sits on the floor. "Won't you give me anything?... Nothing?... Please?" His eyes open slightly questioning you with sincerity and the faint blush that covers his face dazzles you

° That look is your weakness, you can't say no when he's like this. "You're a complicated little devil" placing your hand on the nape of his neck you kiss his jaw and it's just what he wanted. Laughing at having achieved his goal, he gives you a smile from ear to ear. "S/o, tell me something nice" you pretend to think just to make him nervous "you are so whimsical… my cute cuddly kitty, you have such a dazzling smile, do you want me to give you a treat?" Giving a little cry he laughs out loud shaking his legs moving you too, of course he wants it.

° Caressing his head with both hands, he ruffles his hair in all directions placing sporadic kisses on his cheeks. He responds to your touch by twisting his head closer to your fingers, craving more of your touch. Interrupting your attentions, he pushes your back into the floor, positioning himself above you on all fours.

° "ahhh~~~ you're my sunshine and I'm a sunflower! I can't live without you" you can't tell him how embarrassing his sentence was because he begins to fill your face with short kisses, fighting against your hands that try to stop him, he makes his way In the same way, making use of his strength, he also places his lips on your hands. Your body contorts under him, his kisses tickle you and surrendering to his affection you embrace him bringing him closer to you.

° He can't take it anymore, squealing as he continues saying ridiculously romantic phrases for you, demanding that you do the same for him. "S/o say I'm a good boy, say I'm your boy" you sigh and roll your eyes before complying with what he asks. "You really are my light, you are the star that guides my life" and he attacks again with his kisses, making sure to make them outrageously loud. Laughter escapes from both of you equally resounding like music in the room.

° he gradually he stops to watch you. Your eyes are closed and your cheeks are flushed from laughing so much. Seeing you like this makes him feel satisfied, moving back a little, he sits between your legs, hugging one of them using it as a pillow.

° "Goodnight, sweetheart" he says, stirring until he is completely comfortable, preparing to really sleep, but he opens his eyes an instant later "you didn't kiss me goodnight" you leave a kiss on the tips of your fingers and bring them closer to his lips, he delightedly receives it, catching your hand to intertwine with his.

° You're tempted to let him rest for a while, but a knock on the door startles you "hey lovebirds, there's a taxi waiting for you downstairs" It's Rei who's speaking and it's only then that you realize that everyone probably heard your embarrassing words and declarations of love . Little or nothing mattered to the scoundrel who slept so peacefully at your feet, but you couldn't get angry with him. You were just as drunk on the love of him.

BONUSES~~~~

° He don't let go of your hand all the way home, resting his head on your shoulder looking for you to continue with your pampering.

° Despite appearing to be in high spirits, he falls asleep instantly upon lying down. In the middle of the night and for no reason, he would wake you up so that you could hear him continue saying corny things "My love for you is so intense that even if you were reincarnated as a flower, I would be able to find you." You are not sure if he is still drunk but he is cloying when he wants to.

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