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paladin-heart5 · 3 months

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Dream Come True

Husband Leon Kennedy x Reader!

Summary; You and Leon enjoy the life of having a baby.

Word count: 1.1k

You sit on the couch with your babygirl in your arms. A sweet little infant, cooing as you sing softly to her. Bright blue eyes and a cute nose to match her father's, and soft hair identical to yours. Her tiny hand holding your finger, you smile. She's so precious, and you couldn't be happier than to have made a little miracle with your husband.

Leon enters your shared home with a heavy sigh. His eyes are droopy from lack of sleep, and he's all dirty. A two day mission may not seem like much, but it was messy, and he hated to be away from his girls. But as he looks forward, he melts. His achy muscles slowly begin to relax at the sight of his wife and child. Your voice is melodic, a lullaby that could put him to sleep faster than the baby. His feet bring him forward without having to think. Hearing footsteps, you look up and smile softly.

“Hello, my love.” You hum excitedly, lifting the baby up more. Leon smiles and leans down to kiss you. Not just a quick, but a loving kiss, enough to taste the familiar cherry chapstick you always wear. Makes you soft and sweet, just like your personality. He couldn't imagine falling out of love.

“Hey, baby. How are you holding up? You should be resting.” Leon says softly, placing a hand on your cheek. You lean into it and let out a breath of content. You've only been out of the hospital for three weeks, but you feel better. However, your husband thinks you need to be pampered a little longer.

“I'm alright, really. By the looks of it I should be asking you the same thing… oh! Look look,” You eagerly look at your daughter and coo at her. “Hey June, daddy's home! Say hi! You can do it, sweetie.” The baby looks at him and moves her arms around a bit, smiling. After a moment, she coos at him. Leon swears his heart explodes at the adorable sound.

“Holy shit,” The shock in his tone is evident, but you give him a stern look. “Language, sorry.” He chuckled nervously. He slowly holds his finger out, June grabs it before trying to suck on it. Leon pulls back as soon as he notices, with how gross he is, definitely not risking his baby girl's health. June makes a frowny face before she starts crying. Leon's eyes widen as you tilt your head.

“Someone's hungry.” You hum as you go to lift your shirt so you can breastfeed her. Leon blinks as he watches, but snaps himself out of it.

“Sorry, honey.” He apologizes softly, running a hand through his hair. You chuckle softly.

“Don't be, Lee. I've got an idea, how about we all take a shower when she's done, hm? I think the skin to skin time will be good for getting her to sleep. I've been having a hard time.” You suggest, making Leon light up at the idea.

“I'll go get our clothes.” He holds back his excitement back just a bit as he goes to get your stuff together.

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You gently wash your body while Leon holds June to his shoulder, swaying under the warm water. It seems to be relaxing her very well. You smile at the sight, Leon looks so sweet. He's like a gentle giant, holding such a tiny being. Your heart just swells. You take the time to gently wash him up too.

“You're doing so well with her.” You comment, earning a smile from your husband. “You think so?” He asks softly.

“I know so, she adores you as much as I do.” Your hand trails down his muscular arms as he continues to sway. You then look down at yourself, rubbing a hand over your stomach. Your body is partially back to normal, with the additional stretch marks. You're doing your best to get used to the new image of your body. Leon glances over and notices this, he smiles and carefully turns to you.

“Thank you.” He whispers, reaching for your stomach. You look at him and blink for a moment, trying not to back away shyly.

“What for?” You ask quietly, tilting your head slightly.

“For loving me, marrying me, giving me the opportunity to be a father. I always wondered what it'd be like to have this kind of life. You gave me a safe space to come home to, another reason to protect. And hell, we made a beautiful baby.” Leon pours his heart out into you, his eyes shine brighter every sentence. You swear he puts you under a spell with those ocean eyes. A blush creeps its way into your cheeks, a smile following behind. Before you can think of a response, he continues.

“I'd go to the ends of the earth for you and this child. I want you to know that. I love you no matter what. I meant it in those vows, you're the light of my life. Funny, kind, sexy.” He smirks as he rubs your hip. You giggle, looking away all shy and giddy. He makes you look back up at him and gives you a kiss.

“Okay okay,” You whisper, glancing at the baby. “I think we're clean, let's put the baby to bed.” Leon nods and turns off the water. You quickly grab the towel blanket for the baby and wrap her up. She starts to coo again, her eyes growing heavy.

“I know, sweetie.” You dry her up gently and get her ready for bed. Leon watches you with adoring eyes, he goes to dry you up before himself.

“We don't have to put her in the crib yet.. right?” He asks with pouty lips. You chuckle and shake your head.

“No, but we will soon.” You look at him, he makes a frowny face and pulls you both in for a hug, obviously trying not to crush the baby. You smile and kiss his jaw before you both take turns getting dressed. You begin to hum as you get June to her bassinet, carefully setting her. Leon wraps his arms around you from behind and admires.

“It feels like a dream, am I dreaming?” You ask him softly. Leon chuckles and kisses your neck, making you shiver.

“Nope, not dreaming.” You state with a dreamy sigh. Leon takes your hand and leads you to the bed. You both get under the covers and cuddle. The warmth is instant when you're in your husband's arms, his strong muscles make you feel safe.

“I never wanna let go.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head. You look up at him. “Me neither.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #fanfic #resident evil #fluff

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munsster · 1 year

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girl’s night

A/N: blatantly contributing to the babygirl steve agenda with this one. i will die on this hill again and again even after the war is over

Pairing: Babygirl!Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Steve have a platonic girl’s night. Just you and Steve. Platonically. 1.6k words

Warnings: fluff, mutual (unresolved) pining, best friends to……, head-butting (literal), cursing, pet names (beefcake), both you and steve are bimbos low key, mutual pining again because it’s so aggressive, idiots (secretly) in love, cuddling, domesticity

If you were seated outside the door, if you were eaves dropping by the window, if you were crammed in the small space between you and Steve, you'd think you two were completely insane. Smacking each other's knees and cackling into the silence of your bedroom, collapsing against each other and gasping for air. And doing it all wearing Steve's dad's white satin pajamas Steve dragged out of storage.

Because you had a pajama exchange when he arrived with a knock at your door. You figured he could squeeze into one of your silky blue sets. And as much as he repulsed the idea of the camisole-shorts combination, baby blue is definitely one of his colors. His hair's pushed back by a bubblegum pink headband, a teensy braid sprouting from his hairline, salmon-colored face mask caked on, and Dr Pepper flavored chapstick swiped thick against his baby pink lips.

"Tastes like Dr Pepper."

"It also doesn't really work if you keep licking it all off," you sass.

It's not even as if this is a rare occurrence. Steve comes over almost every Sunday to detox just like this. One of the many excuses he keeps in his back pocket to have you less than a foot away from him. Better yet, an excuse to let you hold his chin like he's something to be cradled just to massage cold strawberry cream over his cheeks and forehead then wipe it all off after ten minutes.

"Gimme your hand, Stevie, let's get this show on the road." You scoot closer so your knees are flush with his, and as he spreads one hand along your thigh, you grab the other and smile when his arm goes limp.

He thinks your hands are the softest thing he has ever held; even softer than lamb's-ear and cashmere and petting zoo bunnies. And he could spend the rest of his life letting you take his hand into yours. Letting you fold your fingers beneath his and curl his knuckles sweetly over yours and trace the lines with your fingertip. Jesus Christ, he's head over heels and hand over heart. He just hopes you never notice how clammy his palms get.

You brush a bead of pink polish against the side of the tiny bottle before dragging it down his thumbnail, covering half of the surface before peeking up at him through your lashes. He wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't already been staring at you, almost willing you to flash him a glance. Even in brief passing, those doe eyes would be a blessing. The eighth wonder and seventh heaven of your demure face.

Steve's pretty sure he's lost control of his motor reflexes, and it's all your fault. His hand is shaking or twitching or something and then you giggle because there's a stripe of nail polish on the fleshy tip of his finger and his hand shakes or twitches some more because you've got the most beautiful laugh he's ever heard. And each time you tug his hand closer to maximize precision, he catches a sweet waft of the perfume spritzed against your collarbone. You smell like a candy store or a bakery; he can't quite place it, but it makes him feel longingly small and cloying. Then to top it all off, he's focusing so hard, sweat beads at his brow. You have to pat his wrist and tell him to calm down. But you didn't have to call him Stevie like that.

"Need a break, beefcake?"

"I hate that that rhymed."

"C'mon, let's go make popcorn," you chirp, grabbing his untainted hand and dragging him to the kitchen. He shivers in the cold, goosebumps flaring up over his skin as you leave him behind to shut the window by the sink. "Plain or butter?"

"Who do you think I am?"

"Butter it is!" you say, eyes bright and blinking in the deep dark of the cold-tiled room. Steve leans back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest while you bang around to find the cabinet with the snacks like you've never been in this kitchen before.

The light of the microwave makes him wince, but the way it bathes your torso in a soft marigold light makes him seep back against the ceramic digging into his spine. You turn to face him, and his chest tightens though he's still only hinting at a smile. You must realize how silly he looks right now: spaghetti straps leaning over the curve of his shoulders, polka-dotted scrunchie hugging his wrist, boxers peeking out from beneath the blue silk shorts. Picturesque and chaotic all in one. He can't place that look you get when your eyes scan down from his neck to the length of his upper arms. How his hand curls over his smooth bicep.

He barks out a laugh when the wail of the microwave makes you jump.

"Shut up," you grumble, snatching the inflated bag from the hot glass tray inside.

"Careful, that stuff is molten," he coos. You don’t realize how close he gets when he rushes over close behind you, catching the bag out of your hands and opening it. Steam puffs out from the fissure, and you cough, sending your head crashing back against his cheek.

"Oh, fuck—are you okay?" he huffs, letting go of the bag and grabbing his jaw.

"I—Wha—? Are you okay? I just head-butted you!"

"Yeah, and I just suffocated you with popcorn smoke."

You both laugh, leaning into each other, his gloss-slathered hand subconsciously curling into your side. You shake the popcorn into a glass bowl and plant both hands on the rim, glancing at Steve with a 'ready?' only to find he's already looking at you. And for the second time, you shy away, shuffling to the living room and flicking off the lights. He plops onto a cushion, and accepts the bowl when you place it in his lap.

"Be right back, the tapes are… never mind. You know." And just like that, you flit back to your room, and he's sitting in the static of the TV, tossing pieces of popcorn into his mouth like its a game. He sinks back into the couch after tucking European Vacation into the slot, and only a minute later, you throw something at his head, swaddling him in a knit cloth.

"What's this?" Steve says, holding it out in front of himself. It's a sweater.

"It's a sweater. You looked cold." You shrug and collapse onto the couch next to him, hogging the bowl of popcorn in your own lap.

And he gets this glazed over, thousand-yard stare as his thumbs roll over the shoulder seam of the knitted, ivory sweater. It used to be his. And he was pretty sure he lost it. But you had it the whole time. You had it the whole time but you never told him and you never wore it around him. And at the same time, you remembered it was his like you were saving it for this exact moment. Like you noticed the ripple of a shiver up his spine and like you cared enough to fish his sweater back out again. To return it. Oh, but as he slips it over his head, he thinks he’d prefer leaving it with you for as long as you’ll cherish it.

You wipe your bent wrist at the corner of your mouth as the movie flickers on the screen, but you just miss the glistening butter smattered on your cheek. He looks over at you. God, he’s crazy for being sweet on you, but he also knows it’s never been easier than this. Not for him. Not lately.

“You missed… c’mere, lemme just—” His tongue pokes at his upper lip when he curls his hand into the cuff of the sweater. His other hand nudges under your chin, and you tilt your head up a little, just barely glancing down at him through your bottom lashes.

“There ya go.” His brows knit tight as he wipes the smudge away, then he pulls away at the realization of the innocent domesticity of it all and how he never wants to feel any different than he does right now.

You’re just sitting there with your hands sprawled out on your folded knees, and every time he reaches for a handful of popcorn, you glance down at his knuckles and he glances over at the slope of your nose.

Fifteen minutes in, the bowl is empty, so you set it on the floor.

Thirty minutes in, Steve’s head rolls heavily onto your shoulder. Neither of you realized how close he’d gotten. And neither of you were about to complain.

Forty-five minutes slip by, and your chin is propped in your hand, elbow hard on the arm rest of the couch. Steve’s temple is warm against your thigh, and each of his soft breaths puff out cool over your skin. Your free hand scratches slowly, steadily through his hair. He swallows hard, eyes wide at the urge to hum and buzz and purr like some chattering critter. Like it’s early spring and everything is thawing back to life. Like you’re the sun and the breeze and the darling buds all at once. And he’ll be the poet.

As the credits roll, his quiet snores filter through the silent ebb and flow of the living room, and your face is smushed taut on your forearm, lashes kissing the apples of your cheeks. The two of you lay there in the contented background noise. And in the morning, you’ll both laugh it off, pressed closer than just a few hours before, hair shaggy and nearly matted, and still as furtively lovesick over each other as always.

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#the babygirlification of steve harrington #his babygirlism is showing #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #best friends to lovers #mutual pining #fluff #stranger things fluff #stranger things #babygirl!steve harrington #x reader #x gn!reader

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planet-dusk · 10 months

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you should definitely share the fem!skz thoughts with the rest of the class mhmmm mhmm totally not because i need them more than oxygen or anything 🙄

i was thinking,, what kind of aesthetic would the fem!skz members have...

chan would have emo/e-girl vibes, the type of girl whose wardrobe consists of 99% black. lots of silver jewelry. the chunkier kind,, black leather too, and of course her nails would be painted black as well (a little chipped from biting them). pleated skirts, chain belts and oversized sweaters. big platform shoes to make her look taller and fishnet stockings to show off her pretty legs <33 n piercings! a nose & belly button piercing for sure bc of course chan would have the prettiest tummy :)) her preferred hair color would be black (relaxed, not curled) or 2 tone with either black + silver grey or a neon color

leeknow's style would be a mixture of comfortable athleisure and a more preppy clean aesthetic. padded jackets, hoodies, sweatpants and ofc converse :)) minimal jewelry,, if any. probably just some (cat) bracelets. she'd prefer to dye her hair in natural colors like dark brown. in winter she wears soft chunky wool sweaters. she uses very little makeup but she loves her cherry chapstick, and how it makes her lips all sweet and sticky and kissable <33

changbin would be such a babygirl ! the prettiest in pink, always showing off her gorgeous body <33 the cleavage on this girl 😵‍💫 she'd act all coy about it but loves it when people comment on how pretty she looks today,, bc she works hard for it and everyone should know! would def match her eyeshadow to her top <33 her hair would be black and curled, either short or long she looks great in both :)) binnie's a dress girl, she loves short bodycon dresses (n of course hidden underneath are her perky nipple piercings 🤭)

hyunjin would be the epitome of artsy elegance,, pretty silver rings adorning her long fingers. she keeps her hair short so it doesn't get in the way when she's painting. loves flowy oversized button ups that look like she stole them from someone else's closet. experiments with makeup sometimes but prefers to keep things more natural,, including her hair (but bleaches it sometimes). honestly looks like a dream whatever she wears <33

han would be right at home in leeknow's sweaters :)) sungie loves borrowing her friends' clothes. her style is similar to minho's but with some edgier street vibes thrown in,, like bucket hats and ripped jeans or cargo pants. goes through experimental phases (including a punk phase and dying her hair all colors of the rainbow) but always falls back on her comfy clothes <33 never goes far without her noise canceling headphones

felix likes expensive things,, likes them to be well fitted and neat. she loves soft n cute things too and often mixes aesthetics. a natural blonde <33 knows exactly what flatters her features (makeup, clothes, etc). could be wearing some high end jewelry paired with fluffy knee socks — anything she feels like,, and she looks amazing in it. bright and light colors look best on her but at night she'll turn up wearing a tiny black dress and make everyone do a double take 😵‍💫

seungmin breathes academia vibes! somewhere between light and dark academia, but always looking sharp and pristine. the kind of timeless beauty who knows how to accentuate her features,, with the perfect haircut (somewhere in the middle) and the right amount of makeup to make her beautiful face stand out. she'd wear tortoiseshell rimmed glasses,, a vintage pair she found in a shop downtown. lots of warm brown leather and tweed to finish off her daily look <33

i.n is on top of all the latest trends. she's just so cool 😫 her style is trendy but relaxed,, a city vibe with her oversized jackets and her shoe collection. rocks a bob or a ponytail like no other ! she buys vintage sometimes,, stuff like those 80s adidas jackets, seamlessly mixing them with her modern day sneakers. her style is very laid back but she knows how to dress up n loves a good red lip <33

#answered #comet-falls #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #;skz headcanons

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steve-is-a-bottom-bitch · 2 years

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steve wearing tinted strawberry chapstick for maximum babygirl vibes at scoops ahoy truther

#mothgirl thoughts #text #it's true #robin told me she sees him put it on every day before work #and reapply when he thinks no one is looking #but srsly he's gotta be that's the only explanation for his vibes #steve harrington #scoops ahoy #stranger things #stranger things s3 #babygirl steve harrington #steve was SO babygirl in s3 lmao

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imsodishy · 1 year

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I love talking about rabid monster fighting feral Billy, but can we also consider the 'I'm not fighting monsters this is Gucci' babygirl Billy?

The honeygirl who steps behind his big, bad boyfriend with the bat when the monsters come running. He could fight them; absolutely. He could fight them far better than the kids can. But will he? Absolutely not. This manicure is fresh and cost him forty dollars.

Billy who kisses Steve and tells him knock 'em dead, sugar as he leans back against the wall, cocky smirk, lighting a cigarette as the demodogs close in.

"Aren't you gonna do something?!" Dustin screams as he ducks another demobat. They are, for some reason, not at all bothering with Billy. Billy who's touching up his tinted cherry chapstick. Who looks over his flip mirror at Dustin in disgust.

"Uh, no? This is jacket is Sebastian Cruz, dumbass."

Look, Steve bought him all all that nice shit, he knows the score.

Also, now thinking about champion boxer/mma fighter Steve and Billy, his ring bunny/stripper side piece. Wearing his little outfits and the jewelry his Honey gives him. Giving Steve little good luck kisses through the cage (or filthy makeouts sometimes). But Steve better not bleed on his mink!

#dishy answers #harringrove #fic anon

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misslavenderlady · 5 months

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My name's Bree. How can I help you?💉📒

Shoutout to @hypocriticaltypwriter for the inspiration!

REF/INFO BELOW CUT 💜💜💜

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Bree

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 25

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Female She/They

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 5'8

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: ISFJ

Though very shy around others, Bree has a good head on her shoulders and a kind heart. She values the work she does, making sure to help others as best as she can. Not only does she care about her patients, but she also likes to help out her friends and coworkers. Being useful for a greater good is something truly valuable to her, though it can sometimes get the better of her.

Bree struggles quite a bit with stress. She tries to push herself to a point where burnout is inevitable. All she wants is to be helpful, but it can cause her to feel tired and depressed after the long days of work. She feels guilty about the idea of leaving her field of work, as so many patients count on her care. It makes her feel a bit stuck and frustrated. Her biggest dream in life is to become a writer, becoming the next Bram Stoker or Mary Shelley.

She’s fascinated with romance and monsters, inspired to bring such two complex things together. During her free time, she enjoys writing down short stories that she hopes to get published some day.

Bree is used to blending into the background, not really one to get attention from boys in her teenage years. However, she has blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and others are starting to notice her more. Since she’s not used to such affection and attention, it makes her quite bashful~

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: Bree is often in her work uniform. As a nurse, she wears a light blue work dress with a white collar, cuffs and belt. Outside of work, she prefers to wear more soft and loose clothing. Usually she wears fun sweatshirts and stretchy jeans with converse sneakers. A special accessory she wears every day is her silver key necklace. It has an amethyst gemstone in the center.

Her skin is quite pale, as she has to stay out of the sun, lest she want a nasty sunburn. She’s got a dusting of freckles on her face. Her makeup is plain, often just mascara and chapstick. She can’t do a full face of makeup every day, as it would just end up on her face mask whenever she puts it on.

Bree is more chubby in her features, making her insecure compared to the thin, toned bodies she sees on the Santa Carla boardwalk. However, she’s got several beautiful features and a shapely body. Her hair is flowing and thick with brunette color. She’s got some natural highlights from the rays of the sunshine. She often hides behind her long hair, sometimes too shy to show her face.

𝐉𝐨𝐛: She’s a nurse at Santa Carla Medical Clinic. She works night shifts, as nobody else wants them. Bree is a natural night owl, so it ends up working in her favor. Most of her job is front desk admin work, but she also provides checkups and vaccinations/blood draws when need be.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:

B (Michael, Sam, coworkers)

My dear, Darling, Beautiful, Sweetling (David)

Baby, Babygirl, Little lady (Dwayne)

Mama, Sugar, Pretty girl (Paul)

Bella, Bellisima, Angel (Marko)

Babe, Baby (Michael)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞?: Bree is in your typical multi-roommate-in-small-apartment setup. She moved out to California with her friends so she could start fresh, and was able to get set up in the basement of the condo they found. Her roommates are usually asleep whenever she’s awake due to their different work hours, which she doesn’t mind. She finds peace in the night time, though she does tend to get lonely.

Though their home doesn’t have a lot of space, Bree has worked hard to make it cozy. It’s not far from the boardwalk, meaning a lot of shops are within walking distance.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:

Bree has always been a bit of odd girl. Growing up, she found herself in the school library quite a bit. She was too shy to talk to other kids, and was afraid of bullies that would pick on her for being extra sensitive (not to mention they were quite unkind to her and her chubby features). She would often switch back and forth between romance novels and scary stories, finding equal interest in love and darkness. The two began to blend together, and she became attracted to the monsters that were supposed to frighten her. She found sympathy in these creatures, as she knew what it was like to feel isolated and tormented for simply being different.

A passion for writing her own stories was born, and every chance she got, she would eagerly write down stories of these monsters in her journal. Ones where they would get happy ending rather than tragic downfalls. It fueled her dream of becoming a writer someday, and even when she pursued a career in the medical field, she never forgot her true passion.

She became a bit more confident in herself when she got older, and ended up making close friends. They were very supportive of her work, and were there for her when her mother got sick. When she finished school and got her degree, Bree found out her friends had their sights set on California. The complete opposite side of the country. She was scared of such a massive change, but her family encouraged it, as she would have more opportunities for her writing to get noticed in such an environment. Touched by their support, Bree took the jump and moved cross-country with her friends.

Until she can fulfill her writing dream, she’s working hard as a nurse. Not only does she provide for herself, but for her beloved chocolate labrador as well.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡: She’s torn at the moment. On the one hand, she is infatuated with Michael. He’s kind and gentle and very responsible. She admires the dedication he has to his family and appreciates his sweet nature keeping her spirits up. On the other hand, she can’t stop thinking about the mysterious pack of biker boys that she sees in her office now and then. There’s something about them that draws her in. Something dark and mysterious. It’s like a siren’s call, and she’s powerless around them.

(She wouldn’t mind a poly relationship, but she does have somewhat of an extra fondness for Dwayne, given how good he is with Laddie)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡: Bree was able to use her degree to get set up at local primary care doctor’s office. It was there that she so happened to meet Michael Emerson, a handsome guy who decided to pursue physical therapy as a study once he got his GED. He worked part time in between night school, and Bree was completely smitten whenever they had the same shift. He was so doting and kind. A perfect gentleman who never failed to put a smile on her face. Sometimes his mother and little brother would stop by for a checkup or to simply say hello, and Bree found herself adoring them too.

Michael explained to her at one point that he had a devastating breakup with a runaway girl he met during a past summer. He didn’t like to talk about what led to their breakup, but Bree never forced him to tell more. She was simply happy to be there for him, and she had a feeling that he was starting to open his heart up to her in return.

However, he wasn’t the only man in her life.

During quieter nights, Bree started to get visits from four mysterious, yet very sexy bikers. They would ask for a walk-in appointment. A cut here, a sprain there, usual stuff. Normally, the office didn’t take walk-ins, but she was happy to examine them on her own. She suspected something was off about them when she found that their bodies weren’t exactly….normal. The stethoscope she used never could pick up a heartbeat. The blood sample she collected looked sparkly in the light. The thermometer always said their temperature was far below what it should have been.

She was frightened at first…..but soon became intrigued.

They were all so mysterious and unusual. The four of them watched her with hunger in their eyes. They’d coo sweet nothings to her, offering to take her out for a date or a ride on their motorcycles. Ask her back to their place for a drink. The more she got to know them personally, the more tempted she felt to listen to their call. Bree had the same fascination in the boys as she did with the monsters she read about growing up.

Little does she know that her indecision between Michael and the Lost Boys is more akin to a fight between good and evil~

#tw medical #tw needles #tw blood #the lost boys #tlb #lavender lady rambles #self insert

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because-she-goes · 10 months

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waiting for you

warnings: swearing, alcohol, cowboy!matty, bartender!matty, pining for each other, slow burn. Enjoy!

The lights were dim and the air was filled with the smell of leather and smoke. The sound of electric guitar, people talking and glasses clinking percolated around the bar. Neon signs buzzed and hummed above you as you fixed your hat. The staw hat had become slightly more and more crooked as the night progressed and you became more drunk off the rum and cokes the bartender kept passing to you. Today had been a rough day, your boss had scolded you about leaving papers on his desk in front of the whole office, you spilled coffee down your brand new blouse, your heels were digging into your achilles tendon and that’s not even to mention how you had ran out of gas on the way to work and had to call your work friend Mona to carpool you both there. Needless to say, you needed to take the edge off, enjoy your Friday night in peace and forget about your 9-5 for a bit. Taking a long sip and finishing the rest of the rum and coke in front of you, letting the liquor burn your throat.

“How was the drink, darling? Want another or something different?” The voice grabs your attention. Looking up at the bartender, first noticing the chunky rings that adorn his hands. Then the salt and pepper curls being held back by a clump of gel. Then his eyes, holy fuck his eyes. And god his outfit was good, a tight white tank top with a seemingly vintage flannel thrown over it and some baggy blue jeans. Shaking your head to wake yourself up a bit and bring you back to reality, you remember he asked you a question.

“It was really good, but I’ll try something different! Dealer’s choice.” You answer him, eyes now locked onto his.

“Okay, do you like sweet, bitter or sour?” He asks, eyes taking a glance at your lips. You silently thank god you remembered chapstick and lipstick today.

“…sweet.” you reply simply, taking a glace at his stupidly perfectly pink lips. You take a moment to think how they would feel pressed against your pulse point on your neck, teeth nipping. You let out a sigh as he nods and gets to work.

You watch his skilled hands move around the bar as he grabs the different ingredients for whatever he has in mind… vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, then cranberry juice. In a shaker with some ice, he puts one and a half ounces of vodka, a half ounce of peach schnapps, and then two ounces of each of the juices. You gulp as you watch his biceps flex as he shakes the cocktail around until you notice the condensation form around his knuckles. Oh dear fucking god.

He pours out the sunset-toned liquid into a glass with pebble ice and places 2 cherries on top delicately. “Here ya go, sweetheart. Let me know how you like it.”

You take a sip and barely hold back a moan at how sweet and lovely the drink is. “Oh my god, this is good! What is it called so I can order it next time I’m out?” You ask, going in for another sip.

He waits until the rim of the glass touches your lips and then says “It’s a sex on the beach, babygirl…” Your brain short circuits at that and you cough up a bit of the drink.

He giggles and hands you a napkin. “Everything okay, muffin? You alright there?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m good, just-just took me by surprise is all!” He laughs a bit more as you wipe your mess a little… noticing an orange stain blooming on his white tank top.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about your shirt!” You damn near shriek, reaching over the bar to wipe it with a napkin before it dried.

“Oh it’s okay, babygirl. I always keep a spare in my car for times like this haha - wanna take a walk with me? I’m due for my 15 minute break now anyways.” He offers, already walking to join you in the front of the bar. He holds out a hand and you take it, walking out to the back with him as he yells to the other bartender to cover him for a bit.

In the parking lot, you see the most beautiful red vintage Ford Bronco. He unlocks it quickly and grabs the extra shirt out of his backseat, silently swearing to himself how the shirt got ruined and he had just washed it that morning. He takes a minute to make sure you’re still okay as you lean against the driver’s side door. He sees your green eyes gleam in the moonlight and his whole body relaxes - he could never be mad at someone so beautiful, so pure, so lovely.

He wipes his hands of the alcohol being spilled while he made drinks, mixed with the dirt under his fingernails from being at the ranch that morning - he helps where he can and plus the extra money doesn’t hurt. You take another look at his hands and arms as he’s distracted and notice the very slight farmer’s tan and warm honey toned skin that graces his forearms. He peels off the dirty tank top and your heart stops when you spot his slight happy trail and abdomen flexing as he stretches.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, buttercup!” He speaks into the night sky, a laugh hidden under his breath. Swapping the shirts, he places the clean one on and throws on a baseball hat since the gel was starting to come loose and his hair began to fall in his eyes as he worked.

“S-Sorry, you’re just s-so pretty.” You admit bashfully, kicking the pavement below your sneakers. The drinks clearly now affecting your ability to filter your thoughts.

He steps towards you, taking your face in between his palms. Your breath hitches as you breath in his scent… marlboro reds, ginger and vanilla. Warm, spicy, a little sweet - heavenly. It takes everything in you to not just fall to your knees and collapse at his scent and him being this close to you.

“You’re prettier, angel.” His voice rough and thick with desire. You exhale shakily as he presses his body against you. A silence falls between you two, the only other sound cutting the tension being crickets chirping in the woods a stone’s throw away.

#the 1975 #matty healy #drew’s writing :)#idk what this is #but here ya go lol #giving the people what they want #bartender matty ily #gonna tag this yeehaw!matty for now lol #yeehaw!matty #Spotify #roadkill #matty x thea

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mydemonsdrivealimo · 3 months

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#open heart #pb choices #choices game

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bigassbowlingballhead · 7 months

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I’m so curious as to what Nick carry’s in his little black crossbody bag…any guesses??

the babygirl essentials, obviously, the pretty purple phone, babygirl identification, some chapstick for his lips, and some lotion for... emergencies 😏

#nicholas galitzine

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eddiesnipple · 1 year

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It had been easy for Steve to do.

People around town still kind of thought of him as a ladies man. They didn't care to notice he hadn't been on a date in about a year, or at least no dates they knew about.

Steve wanted to do something special for Eddie for their anniversary. Which is why he found himself in this particular store. It had been easy for the clerk to believe he was just buying it for whatever young lady he was seeing. No-one would expect that the little items under the tissue paper were for him.

Eddie was working that day so Steve had plenty of time to prepare. He dressed sweetly, the soft sweater Eddie's likes to steal and the jeans he likes to take off. Did his hair to perfection and added just a bit of mascara that Eddie likes to see run down his cheeks and some cherry chapstick that makes Steve's lips look good enough to eat.

He had made them the dinner he'd made of their first date simple spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread that has enough butter to induce a heartattack. Eddie insisted he had a shower when he got home even though Steve liked him all greasy and sweaty from the shop. He wished he was the one to lick it off rather than the shower.

After dinner it wasn't long before they were up in their room, hand unable to keep to themselves for long.

"Fuck, baby. You look so pretty just for me. How about we put those pretty red lips where they belong."

Steve was quick to his knees, a dull this that sent blood down both of them. Steve was quick to unbutton Eddie's jeans, yanking them down and wrapping his lips around the cock he'd been thinking about all day. He moaned softly, a small whimper falling from his lips as Eddie wound his fingers into Steve's perfect hair, tugging slightly.

It wasn't long before Eddie was pulling him back off, pulling up and onto the bed. They stripped their shirts off, Eddie kissing and biting down Steve's chest. Eddie slid his fingers under Steve's jeans before stopping suddenly.

"Babygirl, what do we have here?"

Steve blushed, "I wanted to give you an anniversary present."

"Oh baby, you're all the present I need, but let's see what you got me yes?"

Eddie took off jeans slowly, revealing the soft and lacy pink panties underneath. Eddie groaned kissing along Steve's cock that was straining in the fabric.

Steve whined softly, "Please, E-Eddie."

"Mmm let me take care of you, princess, I'm enjoying my present. We've got all night after all."

And all night they had indeed.

#eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #b after dark #nsft #babygirl steve harrington #ficlet #this is filth

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fic-finders · 2 years

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Actors Found fics

Hello everyone! Here is a masterpost for the found fics for actors.

Here is the link for Actors fics in searching

Chris Evens:

* Cherry Chapstick by @speechlessxx

reader is new in the acting/film industry, working on the avengers movie. she’s 19 years old (although i don’t remember very clearly). chris was very mean to her in the start while other cast members (sebastian and anthony mostly) kept asking him to tone tone it down a bit. i think the first chapter involves something like the cast being interviewed about the upcoming movie and chris is being very mean to the reader on camera, but everybody just laughs it off.

Sebastian Stan:

Henry Cavill:

* Tadpoles and Eggs by @oh-for-fic-sake

Hi, I saw you also help find Geralt fics and related so I wanna ask. A couple of months ago I read this fic or i don’t remember if it was a series about reader and Henry trying for their second baby and their first babygirl goes to kindergarten and one day they are sitting at the kitchen table and she straight calls them out saying “you two doing sex because that’s how you get babies you know” and they are just shocked she knows that word and has an idea of what it is and the girl says “my friend from kindergarten told me cause she says her parents do it” and then she tells them she wants a sibling so they better get to it and then proceeds to got out to the backyard and takes Kal with her cause she’s getting a sibling and reader and Henry are just 😲

#actors #actor x reader #Chris Evans #chris evans x reader #chris evens smut #chris evans one shot #chris evans x famous!reader #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill series #henry cavill smut

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moss-flesh · 1 year

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Unusual OC Appreciation!!

was tagged by @beastofmoss !! thanku!! im gonna tag @n7viper @arlathen @theharlotofferelden

of course without pressure ! only if u have time and wanna do this! and u can do however many you want <3

im gonna do my main 3 DA ocs <3 but i honestly wanna do this for my other ocs coz this is so cute!!

Aila Amell

she/her

seasoning: black pepper

weather: rainstorm

colour: blue

sky: clear night sky with stars

magic power: shes a mage but she focuses on spirit and entropy magic

house plant: violets

weapon: staff! but she also has a dagger

subject: i guess like ? if magic studies is out of the equation, than astronomy? or history?

social media: in a modern au this woman has like no technology skills at all she stays AWAY from that shit! she would have a pinterest to look up recipes!

makeup product: eyeliner or eyeshadow! womans got dark circles and she multiplies them

candy: dark chocolate

fear: accidentally blowing up at her loved ones and leaving her alone

ice cube shape: ice orb

method of long distance travel: get this woman in a carriage PLEASE she walks EVERYWHERE and HATES IT

art style: ohhhhh romanticism i think

mythological creature: KELPIE!!!! something about how she changes herself based on her surroundings ect ect water being emotional land being grounded and collected, the fight between ect ect

piece of stationary: if its modern au my girl would love a highlighter, annotating ass bitch

celestial body: constellations !! which i know is multiple but whatever, if were picking one than the moon

Erynne Hawke

she/he/they

seasoning: chili

weather: hot summer day

colour: brick red or a mauve purple

sky: burning orange sunset

magic power: babygirl is primal and force mage, she likes explody and power

house plant: algaonema

weapon: staff baby which she loves to beat people with, and their FISTS !! plus an obligatory dagger just in case

subject: FUCK SCHOOL this bitch HATES studying

social media: ifunny because theyre literally the worst

makeup product: really fucked up bad looking eyeshadow

candy: rock candy, let the man crunch

fear: getting her loved ones killed by being stupid

ice cube shape: the horrible kind u get from a shitty tray

method of long distance travel: on foot baby, if he totally has to she will ride a horse

art style: abstract expressionism

mythological creature: PHOENIX !

piece of stationary: a fucked up pencil she refuses to get rid of

celestial body: the planet mars, i will not elaborate

Adahlen Lavellan

she/they

seasoning: basil <3

weather: sunny spring day with a cool breeze

colour: shes basically all red but thats not her fave color her fave is green

sky: clear and blue

magic power: rift magic baby <3 and a touch of blood magic she prefers to keep under wraps

house plant: peace lily

weapon: staff! and a dagger just like my other mages but she never uses the dagger and uses acrobatic type skills to avoid close combat

subject: philosophy <3

social media: she is a creature who only knows how to scroll on tumblr and pinterest

makeup product: chapstick

candy: basically any candied fruit!! mostly candied oranges

fear: being a monster

ice cube shape: those rlly crunchy fluffy ones from fast food places

method of long distance travel: Halla !! or a Hart?? idk im confused about whether the dalish ride the halla theres conflicting sources

art style: impressionism !!!!

mythological creature: nymph!!! omg!!

piece of stationary: parchment that she doodles all over

celestial body: SUN !!!

heres the blank prompt!

(without breaks so u can just copy n paste)

seasoning: weather: colour: sky: magic power: house plant: weapon: subject: social media: makeup product: candy: fear: ice cube shape: method of long distance travel: art style: mythological creature: piece of stationary: celestial body:

#aila amell #adahlen lavellan #erynne hawke #tag games #oc prompts

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