#cow spots bag

[hybbart]

Day 1904: The spread of sculk is too much to just clean. After salvaging what they could, the ranch is taken down...

Bonus short story below.

Jimmy watched as the last of the house blazed in the twilight. Around the edges of the flames Pearl and Sausage marched, searching for anything flammable that might catch. It was the beginning of winter, and the constant rains had kept everything soaked, but they couldn’t risk it in the middle of the forest. Lizzie had stayed closer as well, securing the last of their belongings to take away in the morning. It was only a few metres down the driveway, but the ranchers couldn’t even get that far.

Tango let out a low growl. His grip on Jimmy’s sleeve tightened, pulling the thick fabric further over his eyes. Puffing up his feathers, Jimmy pulled his rancher closer into his side. Tango only stayed because of Jimmy, and because he couldn’t bring himself to leave the ranch behind. It was what he’d said yesterday, before the first burning. But he couldn’t watch. He could barely help them clear it out before the sledgehammers came in. Sparks flickered through his hair in lieu of tears in his eyes as he kept his face buried.

Jimmy, though… He was entranced. Every crack in the beams that cause a burst of sparks or shift in the wind that billowed the smoke in a new direction. The smoke made his eyes water, but none fell. Maybe he’d finally grown numb. Maybe it looked too different. There was a pile of flaming rubble where his home once was, his first home, but his chest only felt hollow. All that was left with a twitch in his wing, the desire to run and keep far away.

Pity in her eyes, Lizzie approached them from the trailer. Reins were pushed into Jimmy’s hand against his protest. “Take a horse and head back to my house before it gets dark.” She said.

“But-”

“No arguing.” Despite the firmness of her words her voice was low and sad. “You need to sleep in a real bed, Sausage is going to stay here tonight. The last of your things will be fine overnight with us.”

Even after years, Jimmy was never able to argue with Lizzie when she said something reasonable, and he’d given up trying. Jimmy glanced to Tango, who was still hiding from the world in Jimmy’s sleeve. A small tug on his hem was all he got in response. “We’ll be back in the morning with more water.” He assured. They rounded up Bullseye and began the long, quiet ride to Lizzie’s. 

By the time they arrived it was dark, the home illuminated from within the kitchen. Though half the house was cloaked in tarps to save unfinished work from the rain, they’d moved into the completed half already. A bit of smart planning on Scar and Joel’s part.

One of the kids must have spotted their lantern, as the door opened before the ranchers could get down from their horse. Tom came rushing up with Revy on his tail. He took Bullseye's reins from them and led him to the cow pen. It was more cramped than it should be, since the rain had flooded the rancher’s outer pastures. Revy whined and licked at Tango’s hand until he gave the dog a weak pat.

Joel shouted something after him before guiding the men inside. “We just started eating if you want to sit down.” He explained as he took Jimmy’s coat. One glance at Tango was enough to answer.

“I’ll grab some in a bit.” Jimmy tried to smile gratefully, but it came out as a grimace. Joel let them be with a nod, hand held out to the hall down which Sausage’s room awaited.

It was colourful, though the furniture was rudimentary, with a mattress stolen from Scar’s hospital. The bed so much smaller than they’d gotten used to, but Jimmy doubted it would matter for tonight. Norman and Flick waited on the windowsill, and Joel had already set up Jimmy’s breathing machine. It took some coaxing to get Tango to change out of his coveralls - which went into a plastic bag to be washed separate - and take off his arm. Even more coaxing was needed to get him to let go long enough for Jimmy to also change. When Jimmy turned back around the blazeborn had Revy wrapped up in his lap instead. The dog’s tail beat against the bed, happy to be held, but whining, nonetheless.

“Do you think you can eat?” Jimmy asked quietly. Tango didn’t respond. He grabbed only one bowl from the kitchen, unsure he could eat much either without it coming back up. Smoke still clung to their skin and hair, dragging them back to the ranch every time it filled their nostrils, but it was much too dark to run a hot bath. Still, Jimmy knew he had to eat something, even if it was in silence.

Tango migrated behind Jimmy at the end of the bed, tail wrapping around the avian’s waist. Its tuft flicking with agitation. Jimmy could feel the heat rolling off his rancher. “It’s not fair.” He rasped.

Jimmy’s wings flattened. “It was an old wood house. It would have had a mold problem eventually unless we rebuilt completely.”

“But why did it have to be sculk!” He snapped, tail sparkling in Jimmy’s lap. Jimmy tried to smooth it down, but it had little effect. “Why’d it have to make it here?”

There wasn’t an answer, not one Jimmy could provide. Maybe Doc or Zed could explain. It was probably in the well and washing into the surrounding water supply now. Would it be washed away? They should have listened to Grian’s worries back when Jimmy’s feathers had been infected somewhere. Or, maybe, back when they’d first found that infested corpse, they should have done something more. It didn’t matter now that their home was already gone. When nowhere felt safe.

His wings itched while his rancher bristled. Tango couldn’t cry, but he was made to fume. “Why aren’t you angry?”

“There’s no one to be angry at.” Jimmy shrugged. 

“The stupid sculk! The idiots who let it loose! The world!” The bed creaked as Tango kicked off it to pace the small room. Revy whimpered, shifting his nose into Jimmy’s lap. “It’s been half a decade. It was supposed to get better. We live out in the middle of nowhere. And the end of the world still found us! We build our own home and make our own food and do everything we can, and it still comes and finds us!” The blazeborn was consumed in his spiral. Flames burst like firecrackers along his tail, startling Flick when it whipped past the poor cat. 

“Tango…” Jimmy sighed, giving the man a miserable look. When he continued to pace, threatening to scorch their hosts’ possessions, Jimmy finally put a hand up in front to stop him.

A hiss escaped Tango, narrowed eyes glaring at the hand which proceeded to latch onto his shirt and drag him off course. Tango tried to shake it off, but Jimmy kept his hold. “It’s not fair that there’s nothing to fight back against.” He lamented, voice cracking. “I just have to sit here and hope tomorrow it doesn’t get in your wings, or start growing into Revy’s brain, or infest another basement! That it doesn’t get everywhere and take everything. At least the stupid zombie I can punch in the face!” By the end his voice was so shrill and watery Jimmy could barely understand it.

“Me and Revenge are okay. We’re right here.” Jimmy assured, pulling Tango back down beside him. 

It made something finally break. Tango curled into himself across Jimmy’s lap, heaving dryly. Talons raked gently through the blazeborn’s hair. Between sobs Tango mumbled incomprehensibly while Jimmy cooed to keep himself from crying as well. There were too many things roiling just beneath his impulse control. If he let one out, the rest would follow, he was sure. So, he focused on Tango. His rancher needed him.

“I don’t think we’d win if it was someone you had to fight, to be honest.” He whispered half-jokingly as the sobs died down.

Tango stilled, then slumped further into Jimmy’s chest. “I could at least try, instead of this.”

Jimmy hummed. Even if they could, Jimmy wasn’t so sure he would in the moment, and he knew Tango wasn’t all that dissimilar. Unlike Joel or the downtowners, their talent was for running and hiding. That wasn’t the point though, Jimmy knew, so he didn’t argue. “What do we do in the spring?” He asked instead.

“… I dunno.” Tango mulled, head tilted out to look at his thoughts. “It’s not safe to rebuild there.”

“Scar has most of the grain safe, and Lizzie has our animals. We could find another plot, there’s plenty around.” Though, most of them had been stripped of their valuable supplies and building materials over the years or rotted away from lack of care. But the land was still good, and they and Pearl didn’t need much room. 

Would Pearl stay with them? They’d lived with her much longer than without her – if the time before her arrival weren’t so chaotic, he might not recall so well what it was like without her – but she always seemed to keep her distance. A guest, even after she was given her own room. Having someone there to take care of things even when they couldn’t let them grow the ranch to almost thirty cattle, but without her...

That Lizzie’s family would have their own ranch soon was the only thing that calmed the nervous itch in his wings recently.

“We’d have to move closer.” Tango’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Huh?”

He was no longer curled up, though he hadn’t bothered to remove himself from Jimmy. There was that look in his eyes, where his brain was moving far too fast for Jimmy to keep up. At least it had occupied him with something other than the sculk and fire. “We can’t rebuild around the ranch, we won’t know how bad the infection around it is until next winter, and the water probably isn’t safe. If we rebuilt we’d have to move further west down the mountains towards the city, OR-” Tango raised his hand before Jimmy could protest. “We move closer to the hospital, somewhere around here, or maybe further into the interior on the other side.” 

Jimmy clamped up. They’d all had more than a few conversations about this, between them and the hospital, other settlements, and over the radio. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket. Keep spread out. Far enough that, if something happens, everyone else is safe, but close enough to reach neighbours relatively quick. Like a long chain snaking across the mountains. By now everyone had horses or bikes and access to the recap radio, and it helped them cover more resources. A farm needed land, anyways, especially to keep up with how many people there now were within the network. 

That thought seemed too much right now, though. He could feel the ash in his wings turning to lead. Losing the ranch didn’t just affect them. The cattle were saved but almost all their stores were gone, including two cows’ worth of beef that was to be sent out. It would take weeks, if not the whole season, to get things back in motion, in the months they were relied on most. Would people starve? Would the sculk spread from the ranch? It was a responsibility that seemed natural and seamless just weeks ago, but now felt suffocating.

“I’m not sure-” Jimmy finally replied. “I’m not sure I can rebuild the ranch right now.” Flashes of the burning rubble filled his mind, along with that numbness he’d felt. There was at least three months before they could begin, plenty of time to get over it. But right now… “I don’t even know if I want to.”

He expected perhaps a gasp or shouting from Tango. ‘We’re the ranchers!’ Maybe. But the blazeborn, to Jimmy’s surprise, nodded. Laughed, even. “We’ve been running one for years, why’s it feel impossible now?”

It was probably just nerves. Anxiety. In a few weeks it would wear away. But for now, Jimmy leaned his head against the top of Tango’s and entertained other things. “We could move back to the hospital.”

“That’d drive you insane, and Revy would kill Grian.” Tango chuckled. 

So would you, Jimmy thought. He was sure if Tango had to see more sculk every day he would lose it. “What about visiting Gem and Impulse then?” He suggested instead. “I heard they’ve been doing a lot of forestry. It might be good to learn from them. Or we could finally go to the coast.”

“We never did make it that far, did we?” Tango recalled. “… Why not both? Go back up the mountain and race back down until we hit the coast. Maybe find some more people outside the recap’s range and bring them in.”

“If they’ve survived this long then I doubt they’d want to move now.” 

“They might. Or maybe we can help extend the radio range for them.”

Jimmy smiled. “Maybe we should go east, instead. Find a ranch in the prairies. Be real cowboys.”

“Never been out there, even before all this.” Tango relaxed back against Jimmy, patting his leg for Revenge to come lay across. “You could stretch your wings.”

“That sounds nice.” He admitted with a sigh.

The pair continued to chatter, naming everything and everywhere. Making plans they’d likely never use. Anything to take their mind off the ranch. Just for one night.

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[heartfullofleeches]

I saw a video of a vampire bat drinking cow's blood and now all I'm thinking about is Carnis and Vampire/Bat Hybrid Darling- Darling has an unlimited and willing blood bag and all they have to do is take good care of them and reward them with treats every now and then. The price of junk food and candy is nothing compared to what they used to have to pay for warm blood before finding this poor sweetie in the streets. Carnis reveals their regenerative abilities the first chance they get to prove their worth to darling. Darling can sell their parts or put them throw any hardship if it means they have a home. Darling probably wouldn't want to hurt the poor cow more than needed and honestly feels a little bad for them.

Maybe Darling works at a shady blood bank and meets Carnis that way. A receptionist who turns a blind eye to what really goes around the office so long as they get their weekly payment of blood and cash. They develop a bit of a soft spot for the hybrid who stumbles into the building every now and again. Their clothes are awfully dirty and there's no telling if they even knew what a hairbrush was, but they always light up whenever they talk to Darling. It's probably because of the suckers Reader hands out with every visit, but the company is nice in this environment. They ask Darling what their favorite snacks are and brings as many as their arms can carry whenever they return. Unlike most clinics, the one reader works at has no limit for patients to donate and so they see Carnis quite often. They really shouldn't pry, but curiosity gets the better of them.

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"Hey, this is like... the fifth time you've come in this week and it's only Tuesday. What would you possibly be wasting all that money on? - how you're even standing straight is a better question."

"candy... the nice man said...said I could have anything in his store if I bring some."

"Have you seriously been buying nothing but candy all these months?."

"No...no... gifts for you... remember? To show you I'm...I'm interested."

"Interested?"

"What he said... You're... nice.. gave me candy.. I like nice things. I like candy. I like you."

"....Ok, I get off in twenty minutes. We'll get you some real food and then I'll drop you off at home. It's not fair if we both have to starve."

"Home?"

"Yea. You have one don't you?"

The cow silently shakes their head. "Never..."

"Well since I'm pretty sure it's your blood that's been keeping me fed I guess the least I can do is lend you my couch for a couple nights. Sounds good?"

"Stay...with you? Sounds good... Happy... Thank you... Promise I won't make trouble."

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[hollytoshaw]

exploring europe | harry lewis

summary: y/n & harry travel around europe together face claim: dua lipa

word count (minus the instagram posts) : 2.5k

a/n: hi!!! this is a bit of a longer instagram au with short blurbs following each instragram post . hope you enjoy! also please send in any requests, i'll be more than happy to do them <3

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first stop: ireland

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In the rolling green hills of the Irish countryside, where the air was crisp and the scent of flowers hung in the air, Harry and Y/N found themselves on a mission to find the perfect pint of Guinness. It was the third day into their stop-off in Ireland, and the pair had landed themselves in the middle of nowhere.

''Just get your phone out and look on maps; there's gotta be a pub around here somewhere,' Harry sighed. 'I mean, we're in Ireland of all places,''

Y/N rolled her eyes. They'd been walking for over twenty minutes with no luck—Harry mumbling about having a feeling he knew where he was despite the fact he had never been to this part of Ireland. It must have been his pro-Geoguesser skills talking, but right now those skills were useless and they were lost. 

''I've got no service, H. We're in the back end of nowhere.'' Y/N laughed, watching as the boy looked around the endless green fields, not a house or person other than the two of them in sight, just a few cows and sheep.

''Alright, well, trust me,'' he said clapping his hands together. ''I think 5 more minutes walking this way and we'll find something.''

5 minutes turned to 10, and 10 turned to 20, but eventually, they found themselves wandering into a quaint pub nestled at the edge of the smallest town either of them had ever seen. Harry was thrilled, gloating at the fact that he had managed to get them here with no directions, leaving out the point in which he had to thumb a random car down and ask the person driving where the closest town was. Y/N kept her mouth shut, letting him have his moment.

So their mission to find the perfect pint continued, Harry ordering them two pints of Guinness and two packets of Tayto (Irish crisps), eager to partake in this quintessential Irish tradition.

''You know, this pint is going to blow your mind.' Harry spoke, placing a glass and coaster in front of his lover.

''Oh, I bet'' she laughed in response, rolling her eyes when he wasn't looking. ''What'd you say we just neck it? Make it a competition?''

Harry narrowed his eyes, staring at her with a look that said, 'as if you think you could beat me necking a pint' without actually saying it.

''Come on, it'll be fun,'' Y/N said, opening her bag of crisps.

''Alright, doll, but don't be complaining when I annihilate you'' stopping to point at her ''and this pint of Guinness.'' Harry spoke and Y/N sent him a playful eyeroll back in return.

''3''

''2''

''1''

''Cheers,'' they both said, clinking their glasses together and then tapping the bottom of the glass on the table, a drinking tradition they always did whenever they necked their drinks. 

The creamy foam tickled their lips, dancing on their tongues as they tilted their heads back in hopes of downing the liquid. While drinking, they traded friendly banter and teasing glances, Harry kicking Y/N's leg under the table in hopes that she'd get distracted.

What felt like an eternity was probably only a few seconds for the pair. In the end, it was Y/N who emerged victorious, hitting her glass down on the table before Harry could finish his own.

''Ha!'' Y/N laughed as Harry placed his glass on the table not long after her. ''Better luck next time, babe.''

''I let you win that, by the way,'' he said, taking a crisp from the opened packet on the table.

''Oh, shut up, you're such a sore loser, H.'' Y/N replied, laughing as Harry failed to meet her eye. One thing Y/N loved but also hated about Harry was that he was a terrible loser when it came to accepting defeat, and as much as she knew best to not wind him up even further, she found it hard to conceal her triumph.

''How about another round then?' She grinned at the moody boy across from her and said, ''Maybe I'll let you win this time.''

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second stop: france

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The second stop on Harry and Y/N's travels was France, and the pair had found themselves in Disneyland Paris. Harry wasn't necessarily a massive Disney fan, nor was Y/N, but she had said she wanted to go at least once in her life, and Harry was not one to ever say no to his girl.

So the pair found themselves in the heart of Disneyland, surrounded by the charm of Main Street, stumbling upon a little photo booth adorned with twinkling lights and colourful decorations.

"Look, Harry. A photo booth!" Y/N exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. ''Let's get some pictures!''

Harry grinned, following her, and she pulled his arm, his heart happy that she was happy.

They stepped inside the booth, greeted by an array of playful props—oversized sunglasses, feather boas, and, most importantly, Minnie and Mickey headbands adorned with sparkling sequins.

"Oh my god,'' Y/N said, reaching for a pair of Mickey ears and placing them on her head. ''Here, you take the Minnie ones.''

Harry laughed, taking the pair of Minnie ears for himself. "Hope these fit on my big head.''

With giggles of delight, they struck playful poses for the camera, their laughter echoing in the small booth as they captured memories that would last a lifetime.

As the flash illuminated the space, Y/N leaned in close to Harry, her eyes shining with happiness. "I love this, H. It's like we're teens again, just having fun together."

Harry smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Reminds me of that shitty little photo booth we did back in Guernsey the first time you came to visit.''

They soon emerged from the photo booth, their cheeks flushed with excitement and their smiles reaching from ear to ear as they collected their pictures.

Looking at the pictures, the pair laughed at one another's silly poses, both agreeing it would look perfect stuck on their fridge with a magnet back in their London flat.

'Definitely worth the 12 euros.''

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third stop : the netherlands

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The third stop of their trip around Europe was the Netherlands. The pair had found themselves in the heart of Amsterdam, where the streets buzzed with energy and the scent of freshly baked stroopwafels wafted through the air.

Amsterdam was always quite nostalgic for Harry and Y/N. It was one of their favourite places to visit, not just with the two of them but also with their friends. They knew all the good spots to go, the best bars, restaurants and especially what cafes served the best weed brownies.

''First night in Amsterdam, what'd you say we start with a brownie?'' Harry questioned, knowing that this would trigger a long night ahead of them.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, knowing what the pair were like when they were high, but ultimately her curiosity was piqued by the suggestion. "Oh, I don't know, Harry. Isn't it a bit early?"

Harry shrugged, taking her hand in his. "Come on, Y/N. When has that ever stopped us? Plus, we're in Amsterdam; where else are we gonna get the chance to get stoned off a shitty little brownie?”

With a nervous laugh, Y/N relented, allowing Harry to lead her into a cosy cafe that the pair had visited a few years prior. They ordered two brownies and two cans of Diet Coke and found a quiet corner to sit and indulge.

As they took their first bites, the rich, chocolaty flavour melted on their tongues, leaving behind a lingering warmth that spread through their bodies.

Y/N looked at Harry, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Do you feel anything yet?"

Harry shook his head, his expression uncertain. "Not yet, silly. Takes a while to kick in. ."

As they waited, Y/N and Harry exchanged nervous glances, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The pair had gone on a booze boat earlier that day and were only just feeling like the alcohol was wearing off—perhaps the two mixed together wasn't a great combination.

More time passed and suddenly , a wave of laughter overcame Y/N, and her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Harry, I think it's starting to work."

Harry chuckled, feeling a sense of euphoria wash over him, his eyes looking larger and puffier than usual. "You're right, love. I can feel it too."

Their laughter filled the cafe, drawing amused glances from the other customers as Y/N and Harry lost themselves in the joy of the moment.

As they sat together, hand in hand, Harry and Y/N realized that sometimes the best adventures were the ones shared with the person you loved most, especially when they ended in fits of laughter and memories that would last a lifetime.

''There's no one else I'd rather get completely baked with.''

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fourth stop: stockholm, sweden

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The next stop for the pair was the picturesque countryside of Sweden, where the summer sun danced on the fields of flowers and the air was sweet with the scent of blooming blossoms. 

Unknown to Harry and Y/N when booking the trip, they found that the days of their stay aligned with the midsummer festivities that Sweden had to offer. Y/N, with her bright eyes and infectious laughter, eagerly anticipated the festival, whereas Harry was less enthused. 

As they joined the festivities in the village square, Y/N couldn't contain her excitement. "This is so good, H. It'll be such a laugh later, making flower crowns and dancing around the Maypole.'' 

Harry forced a smile, but inwardly, he cringed at the thought of wearing a flower crown. While Harry was a boy most definitely secure in himself, the thought of a few flowers stuck to his hair made him feel a bit daft. "Yeah, it's great, Y/N. But do we really have to wear those flower crowns?"

Y/N eyes widened in surprise. "Of course we do, H! I've seen you wear questionable things over the years; surely a flower crown isn't where you draw the line?'' 

Reluctantly, Harry followed Y'N to the flower crown-making station, ultimately knowing that she was right and he had just been silly. They were greeted by a table overflowing with colourful blooms and delicate ribbons.

As Y/N eagerly began crafting her crown, Harry hesitated once more, feeling out of place amidst the sea of flowers. "I don't know, doll. I feel silly wearing this."

She laughed, gently placing a crown of pink and red roses on his head. "Oh, stop it, you look lovely! Trust me, everyone wears them. It's part of the fun."

Harry grumbled under his breath. The thought of the boys slating him in the group chat once they got a hold of a picture of him wearing the flowers, was in the back of his mind. Pushing the thought away, he decided to go along with it for Y/N sake, knowing all the boys had probably done a lot worse to please their missus. As they joined the other villagers in dancing around the Maypole, Harry felt him ease into the festivities a bit more, feeling comfortable with Y/N's reassuring grip on his hand. 

The music played, and laughter filled the air and he found himself getting caught up in the joy of the moment. He twirled Y/N around the dance floor, the flower crown long forgotten as they lost themselves in the magic of Midsummer.

''Guess I don't look that daft after all.'' he shouted over the crowd. 

The music and dancing continued until the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky blazed with hues of orange and yellow, Harry realized that sometimes embracing tradition meant embracing the ones you loved—even if it meant wearing a what he had once described as a 'silly flower crown'. And as he looked at Y/N, her eyes shining with happiness, he knew that celebrating Midsummer with her was a memory he would cherish forever.

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fifth stop : greece

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Greece was the next place that Harry and Y/N had found themselves on their travels. Swimming in the tranquil waters of the Aegean Sea, Harry and Y/N set off on a boating adventure, hearts light and bellies full from the fruit that they had devoured at breakfast. 

As they cruised along the shimmering surface of the water, Harry's playful antics grew more and more daring, fueled by the warmth of the sun and one too many shots of Ouzo. 

''Y/N, prepare to be amazed!'' he exclaimed, his voice slurred with intoxication as he stood on the edge of the boat, a grin on his face.

''What are you playing at now?'' Y/N rolled her eyes, accustomed to Harry's antics. 

With a flourish, Harry announced his intention to perform a daring flip off the side of the boat—a feat he was certain would impress Y/N. 

"Get your camera out, this’ll go viral!" Harry declared, his confidence buoyed by the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Reluctantly, she reached for her phone, trying to suppress a giggle as she aimed the camera at her swaying boyfriend.

But as Harry prepared to launch himself into the air, his balance faltered, and he stumbled awkwardly before falling unceremoniously into the water with a loud splash.

She burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement, as she watched Harry emerge from the water, sputtering and coughing.

"You've had an absolute stinker," Y/N teased, her laughter echoing across the lake.

Harry sheepishly climbed back onto the boat, his pride wounded but his spirits still high. "A proper howler," he replied, trying to save face as he joined Y/N in laughter.

As they continued their boating adventure, Harry's failed flip became the stuff of a legend, a story they would retell for years to come, a moment that Y/N would be forever grateful she got on camera.

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last stop: iceland

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theburntchip got me wanting to book a trip to iceland asap

wroetoshaw ❤️

w2sfan2 kinda sad the europe travels are over

sidemanxixfan no more europe content i'm emotional

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The last stop on their travels was Iceland, where bubbling geysers and towering waterfalls painted the landscape in hues of wonder. It was their final day of their holiday, and Harry and Y/N found them immersed in the tranquilly of the Blue Lagoon. 

As they waded into the warm, mineral-rich waters, Y/N let out a contented sigh, her worries melting away with each gentle ripple.

"This has been amazing, Harry," Y/N said, her voice filled with awe as she gazed around at the ethereal beauty of their surroundings. ''The best few weeks of my life, I think.''

Harry smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection, as he reached for Y/N's hand, admiring the black swimsuit that clothed her body. "Glad we picked Iceland as our last spot, best way to end it I think.”

They floated together in blissful silence, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the water against the rocky shore. And as the night sky darkened, Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness that their holiday was coming to an end.

"I wish we could stay here forever," Y/N whispered, her voice tinged with longing. ''Gonna miss it being just us.''

Harry squeezed her hand, his gaze soft with understanding. "Me too, lovely.“ he paused moving his other hand to graze over her cheek. “But we'll do it again some time soon, I promise. Anytime I've got a few days free on the calendar, they're all for you.''

Y/N smiled, holding out her pinky finger and latching it on to his. "Promise.”

With a promise made, they watched the sun set over the horizon, holding each other close, talking about the precious moments they had shared over the last few weeks—moments filled with love, laughter, and obscene amounts of alcohol. Moments they would remember forever.

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[r3dmooon]

Secret Admirer — Wally Darling x gn! reader

summery: reader starts getting love letters in the mail. join them to figure out just who could it be!

wc: 1.5k

Master List

“Eddie, nice to see you!” I greeted with a wave. “I was just going to check my mailbox.” 

Eddie replied with a chuckle, “Well you’re right on time.”

“I’m guessing you got something for me?” I asked curiously.

“Got it right here,” Eddie beamed warmly, only to accidentally drop a few letters in his excitement. “Shoot!”

I laughed lightly, “It’s okay, here let me help.” I bent down and helped him gather the letters. Once everything was in order once more, Eddie managed to hand me the letter without any more problems. I looked down at the red envelope, my first name written in a fancy bubbly cursive. Little hearts were drawn next to my name as well. I looked up at Eddie with surprise, a knowing expression resting on his face.

“See ya around,” He waved, already walking off.

“Bye,” I replied absent mindedly, gaze falling back to the letter. Whoever wrote this definitely put their heart into it. I tried to open the envelope as nicely as I could, and quickly took out the letter. Reading it made my heart flutter. I felt a bit more self conscious, but in a good way. I felt more attractive. I put the letter away in a safe spot, feeling giddy. A secret admirer, who would’ve guessed? 

I felt light as I made the trek to Sally’s place. I promised her that I’d help paint sets for her newest play. 

“Hey…” Sally trailed off. “Something going on?”

I waved her off, my mind clouded with that mysterious letter of admiration, “It’s nothing.” 

She gave me a disbelieving look, “You look like you’re in la la land.” 

“Is it that obvious?” I asked embarrassed. “I mean…it’s not a big deal…I got this letter today.”

“What kind of letter?” Sally asked, handing me an apron and paint brush. 

I tied the apron and got started on the backdrop and whispered back, “A love letter.”

“Really!” Sally exclaimed, her eyes seeming to have stars in them. “That’s just like the next play I’m doing! Who’s it from?”

“I’m not sure,” I replied honestly. “The signature was from ‘your secret admirer’.”

The rest of the day went on. Joking around with Sally, we were nearly complete with the backdrop, but the sun started setting. I kept trying to think of who could possibly think of me like that. Would they send me another letter tomorrow? Eddie seemed to know…but I know he’d never tell me who. I let out a sigh as I laid in bed. I stared up at the ceiling blankly. I was too excited to sleep. 

The next morning, I woke up as energetic as ever. I dressed up a bit more than usual, styled my hair to the best of my ability and checked myself out in the mirror to make sure I looked alright. Anticipation running through me, I dashed outside. I didn’t see Eddie, and I checked my mailbox just in case. My smile fell as it was empty. But I quickly shook the disappointment away. I got a letter, my name plastered right on it! Someone here admired me! 

…

Unless it was a joke…

No, don’t think like that. I needed to head to Howdy’s Place anyway. I woke up earlier than normal today. Maybe a new letter will show up once I get back. The gentle sound of a bell ringing sounded as I opened the door to Howdy’s shop. 

“Hiya (y/n)!” Howdy greeted with a wave. His other hands put apples in a basket. 

“Why hello friend,” Wally smiled. 

“Hello guys,” I smiled. Walking around, I grabbed items I was getting low on at home.

“You got plans today?” Howdy asked as I placed the items on the counter. I noticed that Wally didn’t leave yet, idly standing by his basket of apples that were also on the counter. 

“No,” I shook my head. “Why?”

“You’re dressed more fancy than usual,” Howdy shrugged, bagging my items. “So, what do you got for me today?”

“Why do cows wear bells?” I asked, pausing before continuing. “Because their horns don’t work!”

Howdy let out a laugh, pushing the bag towards me, but I jumped in surprise at Wally’s laugh. I kept forgetting that he’s here! He’s being so quiet, which I suppose isn’t too unusual due to how lively our friends are. I smiled at the two sheepishly, was my joke really that funny? 

“Thank you kindly,” Howdy grinned as I grabbed the bag.

“Thank you,” I replied with a nod. Turning towards the door, I smiled at Wally. “Walk with me?” I offered as he seemed to be waiting for me to be done shopping. 

“I would love to, friend,” Wally replied back. The sun shone brightly above us as we exited the shop. I smiled a bit at the nice weather. I turned my gaze to Wally, only to find him already looking at me. 

“The weather sure is lovely,” I spoke up.

“Yes,” Wally agreed. “Days like these always give me inspiration.” We conversed some more before we arrived at my house. I checked the mailbox on instinct and my smile widened at the sight. Another red envelope sat waiting. 

“What’s that?” Wally asked and I tensed as I felt him look from beside me. I shoved the envelope in my paper bag and laughed awkwardly.

“Oh, nothing,” I dismissed. I felt a bit shy under his stare, it felt…intense. It was like I couldn’t look away. 

“It was lovely walking with you, friend,” Wally commented. 

“You too,” I smiled back. “I’ll see you around.”

Wally nodded in acknowledgement and I went into my house. I put away the food first before taking the envelope and sitting on my couch. I stared at the familiar cursive lettering of my name. I opened it excitedly and the letter was even sweeter than the last one! Gah, why can’t they just tell me who they were? 

I was kind of hoping it was Wally. I mean how could I not? He was charming, lovely, and a pleasure to be around! It didn’t help that he seemed to always pay attention to me. Sally even brought it up before. I just wanted to give him a peck on the cheek!

What if it wasn’t him though? The thought made my stomach fall flat. I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, but I liked Wally…I looked down at the letter in slight guilt. This person seemed to really care and like me in a way I’ve never received before…would I really give that away for Wally? Is it just the attention I like? Geeze, I need to calm down. This is only the second letter and I’m making up crazy scenarios. All I can really do is see where this will go. Maybe I should go talk to Sally? 

“Eddie!” I shouted, glad I was able to catch him as he delivered me another red envelope. It’s been a week, and I felt myself fall more and more for this mystery person who has been adamant on sending me these letters. Each one made me swoon, wishing I could know who seemed to like me so strongly. 

“Hello (y/n),” Eddie greeted back with a bright grin. “How are you this cloudy morning?”

“Terrible,” I pouted. Eddie looked a bit concerned at first but lightened up as I continued, “I need to know who's sending me these letters!”

“Now now,” Eddie chuckled. “I’m sure they’ll tell you in their own time.”

“I know,” I groaned. “I just want to meet them so badly.” 

“All in due time,” Eddie smiled, tipping his hat slightly before continuing on his way. I let out an over dramatic sigh. 

“What seems to be the problem, friend?” The familiar voice of Wally spoke up. I turned to him, startled. He always managed to sneak up on me and I wasn’t sure how he did it. I looked at the letter I held in reflex, debating on whether or not to tell him. Wally was a great friend, but so far the only people who knew were Sally and Eddie. “I’ve seen you with those red envelopes a few times,” Wally hummed in observation. “Who's been writing to you? A pen pal?”

“Not exactly,” I mumbled, feeling shy about the topic. “A secret admirer.”

“My my,” Wally teased lightly. “Someone’s become famous. Join me for a walk?”

“Okay,” I agreed, shoving the letter in my pocket. “Any idea who it is?”

“I might,” Wally grinned mischievously. 

My mouth fell open and I huffed out, “Does everyone know but me?”

“Ha, ha, ha,” Wally laughed. “No.” 

I frowned, eyebrows furrowing in thought, “Did they tell you?”

“Silly silly,” Wally teased. “I’m a bit bashful to confess this, but I’ve been the one sending you those letters.” I stopped in my tracks and stared at him in shock. He turned around and tilted his head a bit, his gaze holding light concern. 

“I hope I wasn’t overstepping,” Wally apologized.

I quickly shook my head, “No, no.” I can’t believe the person who holds my affections was actually Wally Darling. The cool and collected (not to mention skilled and stylish) Wally! 

Wally’s smile returned, his gaze never wavering, “I’m glad you feel the same.”

“I said that out loud?” I cried out, hands over my mouth in shock. 

“Ha, ha, ha,” Wally laughed, stepping closer. “You are just so endearing.” 

My brain short circuited as Wally kissed my cheek.

#welcom home #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home x reader #eddie dear #sally starlet #x reader

[lou-struck]

Up All Night

Belphegor x reader

~Belphie gets splashed with Night Cricket essence and is cursed to hear their calling all through the night.

W.C: 3.5k

Warnings: Brief mention of Obey Me Chapter 16, slight angst, Belphie being crabby and kinda mean since he is tired.

Poor Belphegor can hardly keep his eyes open. It may be the early afternoon, but the Avatar of Sloth just arrived back at the House of Lamination after taking a make-up test at RAD. The reason he had to retake the test was not because he got a poor grade or anything; he just was too tired the day off and chose to sleep through all three of his alarms and, subsequently, the exam.

But now that that's over with, he can finally take his afternoon nap,

His head hangs low as he sluggishly trudges through his home. Searching for the perfect place to rest his head. His favorite cow-printed pillow secure in his arms as he pokes his head into your room.

Much to his disappointment, he sees that you are still out running errands or doing something equally as exhausting. Normally, he would have no problem falling asleep in your bed, but today, he is feeling a bit adventurous.

Today, for some reason. He is home alone which means he is presented with with rare opportunity to fall asleep anywhere. 

But where should he go?

Lucifer's office?

Leviathan's Bathtub?

That really comfy carpeted spot in Asmodeus' closet?

All this thinking only tires him out more as he wanders into the quiet living room. And when his violet eyes come to rest on the long plush sofa, he knows what he must do.

'I haven't slept there in a while," he says to himself. His legs feel like they are made of lead as they carry him toward the rose-scented cushions. He doesn't even bother to pay attention to the Akuzon package that rests on the little side table that he passes.

His pillow bumps the table and sends the little package tumbling to the ground. The box rolls a bit, and the sound of breaking glass reaches his ears.

'I hope that wasn't important,' he yawns, shrugging off any concerns he had and plopping down onto the couch and falling into a deep sleep.

Unaware of the nightmare he has created for himself.

~ 

The front door had just shut behind you when you heard a shrill screech of horror coming from the living room. Your breath hitches as you drop your floral printed tote bag to the ground and rush towards the sound, magic brimming at your fingers, ready for anything.

But as you rush through the doorway, you see the purple-haired Avatar of Envy on his knees, hunched over a fallen Akuzon package. The magic at your fingers fizzles away, and you sigh, seeing that Belphegor still sleeps comfortably on the couch despite his older brother's meltdown.

"Belphie, what did you do to my package?" Levi screeches, reaching over the couch and shaking his youngest brother roughly from his slumber.

He stretches out like a cat and smacks his lips sleepily as he sits up. "Oh, hey Levi. What's in the box?"

Levi sighs and looks down at the open box. Pulling out what looks to be the neck of a broken bottle. "It was the night cricket essence I ordered, but you broke it."

The Avatar of Sloth looks lazily between the box and his brothers. "Oh? I guess I did. I'm sorry, Levi."

"What's night cricket essence?" You ask, stepping into the room and sitting on the edge of the sofa where Belphie's legs are.

"Night crickets are a special kind of bug known to keep demons up at night; I wanted to put a few drops of their magic into my energy drinks so I can stay up all night to play games."

Your eyes widen at Levi's explanation; the Otaku hardly gets enough sleep as it is; he doesn't need some hardcore magical caffeine supplement to keep him wired. "No, you definitely should not do that, ever."

He crossed his arms and huffs, "It's not like I can anymore. He broke the bottle, and the shop I got it from just got shut down."

"I wonder why?" Belphie chimes in, sitting up just a bit more to grab your hand. Even though you are seated on the same couch as him, he feels like you are too far away.

Levi's face is a deep crimson color and he looks like he is ready to burst. "That's not the point. You broke my package and now I won't be able to play through my new game all in one sitting. Everyone is going to find all the hidden items before me, and I'll look like a complete loser on my server."

"Yeah, that is what will make you look lame." The avatar of sloth quips back with youngest sibling-level sass. You bite the inside of your cheek as you try to keep a straight face and not damage Levi's already fragile ego. 

"Anyways," you clear your throat, trying your best to desolate this situation. "Levi, you really shouldn't buy things like that. It could really mess you up. And I hate to see you uncomfortable."

Levi looks at you with a grateful smile. "Oh, Mc, you really do care. Even if I am just a pathetic little shut-in. I'm going to make my avatar in the game look just like you as extra motivation to stay alive." he grins, rushing down the hallway, ready to play his game.

Now alone, you look to Belphie, who looks like he is about to fall back asleep holding on to your hand. "Don't you dare," you scold, taking your hand out of his. "You are on dinner tonight, and you are not sleeping through it again and buying takeout."

"But everyone loves Hell's Kitchen." he yawns, looking at you with a pleading expression. 

Standing strong you ignore his puppy dog eyes and give him a knowing look. 

"Fine, you win Mc." He sighs, taking your hand. "But you have to help me since it's too tiring for me to do it all on my own." You fight the chuckles as he leads you into the kitchen to be his sous chef for the evening."

~

Hours later, Belphie finds himself in his bedroom. His stomach is full, his teeth are brushed, and he slips on a cool pair of pajamas. 

He may be able to fall asleep anywhere, at any time, in any condition, but it always feels better to slip into something cool and soft against his skin at the end of the day. 

Beel emerges from the bathroom, a tired smile on his face as he wipes a bit of toothpaste from his lips with the back of his hand. "The Roasted Cockatrice you made tonight was delicious; you should make it more often, Belphie."

He smiles at the taller demon as he slides under his lavender-scented covers. The softness of his quilted down, embracing him like an old friend. "Thank you, Beel; if you like it so much, I can make it again for you sometime, and you can eat as much as you want."

Beel gives him a big, happy smile as he gets into his bed on the other side of the room. "I think I am going to dream about it tonight."

Belphie laughs as he sets his DDD down on its bedside charging port. "Careful Beel, the last time you dreamt about dinner you ended up eating your pillow in your sleep."

He frowns and looks at his mattress, "I really liked that pillow too," recalling the memory foam pillow you got him from the human world. He sighs and slips into his sheets. "Goodnight Belphie."

"Good night, Beel." With a flick of his wrist, he turns the bedroom light on and lets his head rest against the pillow, ready to head off into dreamland.

Minutes turn to hours as his cool sheets heat up uncomfortably, and the enviable sound of Beel's soft snoring can be heard from the other side of the room.

This feeling of restlessness is unknown to the Avatar of Sloth as he tosses and turns, waiting for sleep to take him, but it never comes…

~

The next morning, you find yourself at the breakfast table sipping on a chilled glass of freshly pressed blushberry juice and basking in the early morning shenanigans of the Avatars of Sin. 

Next to you, Beel is devouring a mountain of protein waffles after what you can assume to be an intense early morning workout.  

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Mammon sneakily trying to pluck all the blood strawberries out of the communal fruit bowl without anyone catching him. And so far, no one has. Especially since Asmo's flash keeps going off as he takes and retakes pictures of the adorable latte art Satan made for him. 

At the table head, Lucifer reads the newspaper, the ghost of a smile on his face as he tries to hide his contentment with this family time.

All of a sudden, Asmo drops his phone and lets out a gasp. "Oh Belphie, what happened to you? You look horrible hon."

Your head snaps to the doorway, and your gut fills with concern as you take in Belphie's appearance. His skin is sickly pale, his hair is ruffled beyond what one would call bedhead, and his usually bright violet eyes are framed by deep dark circles.

Had he slept at all last night?

"Shut up, Asmo," he grumbles, dragging himself to his seat and grabbing the pot of coffee from the center of the table.

You could hear a pin drop in the room as everyone watches him pours an impossibly tall mug for himself. He completely ignores the thick wisps of steam that dance on the lip of the mug and inhales the entirety of the dark roast-like air.

Beel swallows the waffle that had been caught in his throat and gently places a hand on his twin's shoulder "Belphie, are you okay?"

"Does it look like I am okay?" he snaps, jerking his shoulder out of his grasp "I heard you stomping all over the place this morning. It's impossible to get any sleep when I have to listen to you all night long."

Your eyes widen. Did Belphie really just say that to his twin? His favorite being in the three realms? Beel's face falls, and he is about to utter a small apology, but he is interrupted by a firm cough from Lucifer, who sets his newspaper down on the polished table.

"Clearly someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he says, staring down his youngest brother with a gaze of fiery crimson. "You should think about what you are about to say next, Belphegor, or you will deeply regret it."

"Whatever, you guys aren't worth my energy." he gets up and walks out of the room, leaving the room in uncomfortable silence. You glance over to Lucifer and meet his gaze. His jaw is clenched, but he gives you a nod of encouragement that has you exiting the room to try and find Belphie and figure out what has gotten him so upset.

You don't have to go very far. Belphegor's steps are unenergized and painstakingly slow, allowing you to easily catch up to him in the hallway. Gently, you reach for his hand to stop him.

"Belphie, what is wrong with you?" you ask, "You never get mad at Beel like that."

His gaze narrows, and he rips his hand out of your grasp way harder than he usually would. "Well, maybe if he learned how to function without sounding like a stampede of elephants is marching through the room when I'm trying to sleep, I wouldn't have to get mad at him."

"Belphie…"

"And why did you follow me?" He says, his features twist into a cruel smirk that has you taking a hesitant step backward. "Is the nosy little human trying to make themselves feel all important by getting involved in our business? Why don't you get out of my face and get back to the human world where you belong."

Ouch…

Pain flashes in your gaze and he finally realizes that he went way too far. "Mc, I-i didn't mean it~" he tries to come closer to you, to apologize, but it's too late."

Your reply to him is cold and dismissive. "Just go get some rest Belphegor. You obviously need it." You glare at him and turn to walk back towards the dining room.

"Mc, wait." He tries to call after you, but you're gone. And when you sit back at your seat at the table you notice that your breakfast tastes far less sweet than it did a moment ago.

~

You have avoided Belphie for the better part of the day, and you have tried not to think of his cruel words. You want to give him time to fix his cranky attitude, but honestly, you don't know if you want to talk to him right now.

It is now way too late in the evening you are hunched over at your desk working on something for RAD when you hear a weak knock on your door. You glance at your little clock. It's 3:45 in the morning. 

Who would be knocking on your door at this hour?

You pad across the carpet and open the door slowly to reveal the disheveled (and honestly pathetic-looking) Belpheghor. 

"What do you want?" you say, tightening your grip on the door, ready to shut it in his face if he says anything rude, but you freeze when you take in his appearance. He looks worse for wear than he did earlier. Clearly, he did not take your advice and rest earlier.

"Please," he murmurs out. "Please let me in"

He looks so pitiful, your cave; opening the door wider to allow him inside. His head hangs low as he drags his feet across your carpet in a zombie-like fashion.

He slowly sits himself down on the edge of your mattress and stares down at his hands as if there is some kind of apology tattooed on his fingers.

"M'sorry." he mumbles at last, his voice raw from frustration. "After what happened last time… I told myself I would never do anything to hurt you ever again. I just wasn't thinking, and it slipped out."

"Clearly," you huff sourly, still licking your wounds from yesterday morning. "If that's really what you think of me, then that's fine, but Beel doesn't deserve to be snapped at either."

He opens his mouth in protest, "It's not like that; you know how much you mean to me, Mc. I'm just not acting like myself." He looks like he is about to cry, and it tugs at your heartstrings. "It's no excuse, but I'm tired."

"Then how about you just go to fucking sleep already then?" you respond. You may just be a human, but the demons aren't the only ones capable of inflicting hurt.

"Because I can't." he raises his voice, and you flinch under the sharp edge to his voice. 

Immediately, he steps back for your comfort. This small act of consideration, even in the heat of the moment, makes you see him not as the monster in your mind but as a piece of your heart.

You think about what he is trying to say.

He can't sleep.

How is that possible?

 He is literally the Avatar of Sloth.

 One time he fell asleep on a rollercoaster because it took too long of a pause at the top before zooming downward.

"What do you mean you can't sleep?" you ask softly. Your feet move on their own, gently closing the distance between your bodies as you sit down next to him on the edge of your firm mattress. "What's going on Belphie?"

Your proximity is like a weighted blanket to him, and he leans in closer to your touch. "I haven't slept at all since that nap I took two days ago by the fire."

"Two days?"

You may not know the ins and outs of the effects that each brother's sin has on them, but you know that Belphie doesn't just sleep all the time because he wants to; he has to. Two days for him must be agonizing. 

Thinking back to the other day you try to think of any little details that may lead you to why the poor demon next to you is unable to catch a wink of sleep. 

You remember sitting next to Belphie on the couch…

And Levi was screaming about a package…

The Night Cricket Essence!

"I think I know why you haven't been able to sleep," you say, reaching for your DDD and pulling up your browser. Searching for anything you can about the demonic caffeine supplement thingamabob. 

The effects pop up instantly, along with several warnings about the consumption of the product. You make a mental note to talk to Levi about his purchase history later, but you continue to scroll about the product. 

"What are you looking at?" Belphie asks, leaning over your shoulder. He is so exhausted he slumps into your side, but you don't mind in the slightest. 

"The effects of Night Cricket Essence," you reply. "It says here that you should only add a few drops into a drink to keep you awake, but it must've vaporized when you broke the bottle.

"So I inhaled the whole bottle?" he blinks.

"I think so," you muse; it seems to be the only way to explain how someone as powerful as him could be affected.

"When will it wear off?" he groans, leaning back onto the mattress. 

"No clue, sorry. I'll keep looking," you murmur, trying to find some kind of a cure. 

You scroll and scroll and scroll until you stumble across something that sounds promising. 

If consumed in excess, the effects of Night Cricket Essence may be counteracted with a cup of chamomile tea.

Is that all it takes? A cup of tea?

It's worth a shot

"Come with me, Belphie, I want to try something to help you." Despite his restless exhaustion, your soft voice and kinder eyes are able to coax him onto his feet. He follows you out your bedroom door and into the kitchen.

He sits down at the counter as you scamper about the room, grabbing everything you need to make the both of you a nice cup of tea. 

For demons, getting ahold of human world tea is next to impossible, but you had just come back from a trip with Barbatos to stock up on some hard-to-find blends. Chamomile included. 

It doesn't take long for the tea kettle to whistle as you pour him a cup. You hand it to him carefully before pouring your own. 

"Let's hope this works," you mumble, blowing on your own glass, but he wastes no time. He drinks it desperately, and a few droplets strip down his chin and onto the tabletop.

By the time he comes up for air, the cup is empty, and you know this is an immediate difference in his appearance. His eyes droop, and he looks at you with a sleepy smile. 

"Thash goose" he stumbles out. You may not have the same twin telepathy that he and Beel have, but you know what he means as he sets the cup down clumsily. 

"How are you feeling?" you ask, sliding around the counter and pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head.

"Tired," he mumbles, tilting his head up so you would kiss his lips. His movements are sluggish, but the sensation of your lips on his is enough to keep him going a bit longer. “Can I has slee in yer ruum?” 

"You want to sleep in my room?" you ask, watching as his lids get heavier and heavier.

"Yesh, wanna cuddle."

You smile as he clings onto wakefulness, waiting to hear your answer. "You can stay with me." Your acceptance brings a smile to his face as he sinks onto the tabletop; his head hits the wood with a thud as he finally dips into his well-deserved rest. His soft breathing fills the room as you finish your tea. Once your little tea break is over, you will have to put him on your back and carry him to your room.

~

Three days later, you are once again at the breakfast table. When Belphie finally emerges from your bedroom looking extremely well rested. The others, having been made aware of the situation, breathe a sigh of relief when he takes a seat next to Beelzebub. 

"Good morning Belphie." Beel smiles hesitantly at his twin through his breakfast sandwich.

"I'm sorry for how I acted earlier; I hope you're not too upset with me to go out for lunch."

The smile that appears on Beel's face makes your heart melt as he nods eagerly. "Can Mc come with us too? Food always tastes better when I eat with both of you."

Belphie glances over to you as you nod and directs his attention back to his brother. "I think that can be arranged."

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[runningupthatvecna]

the law of seat partners

alrighty so ya gurl had a dream about eddie last night and here i am trying to use that to base the following something off of.

part 2

cw/tw: eddie munson being a slightly touchy precious bean. a slight bit of angst. feeling left out/mentions of feeling unwanted if you squint. otherwise, none that i could think of, just my silly brain fluff. if you find something else, please let me know yaaa. no mentions of y/n.

summary: you're going on a high school field trip with your friends. and thankfully, a long haired metalhead is also there to keep you company and ease the pain of being around obnoxious children.

side note: this is literally the first fic thing i've written in literal YEARS (also in English) and first ever time writing for Eddie, so bare with me here, i've gotten quite rusty i guess so i truly apologise if it's rather bad. don't mind me and please reblog/leave me comments if you did enjoy this pure fluff something!

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It was the sunniest May morning the town of Hawkins had ever seen. The bluest sky above the forests and fields, downtown, the infamous trailer park and the parking lot of Hawkins High.

You sighed as you placed your car in parking mode before opening the door and sliding out, just so you could grab your belongings - a rather big bag filled with all sorts of items that you were certain you were going to need for surviving the next week - out from the backseat.

A field trip with students with an age range from bloody twelve to the wise years of nineteen, well, twenty to be specific, was on your agenda in the almost last month of your last year of high school, and thankfully you were not gonna be stuck in some forest next to Lake Superior alone by yourself.

Being forced to exist around screaming twelve year olds who were about to enter puberty was your least favourite part of the whole expedition, which made the presence of your group of best friends so much more valuable.

There was one person whose attendance you'd specifically been hoping for. And yes, of course you and your friends had been talking about the trip months ago so it would be clear who would join in the fun, but with Eddie's tendency to be flaky when it came to decisions like this, one could never be fully sure.

I mean yeah, certainly you were looking forward to spending this week by the lakeside with Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and the younger kids in freshmen year, but nothing could make the thought of being stuck with a group of middle schoolers and teachers more bearable than being stuck there with the one guy who you - to put it frankly - had a thing for.

You couldn't really say that you were as close with him as you were with Steve or Robin, you never really spent time with him outside of the group hangouts. But that didn't mean that there was any weird distance between the two of you when the lucky occasion of hanging out did come around.

Eddie Munson was a metalhead. Through and through. Tough exterior, soft baby cow personality but could turn stone cold when necessary. When people tried to shame him for being different, for example.

You were also very certain that his love language was touch, based on the times he would throw his arm around you when casually walking you to your next class or the way he would playfully wrestle Dustin or Lucas in the cafeteria during lunch break to show he didn't hate them.

"Oh my god, I'm so glad you're here!"

Max had spotted you in line and apparently didn't feel too much guilt for cutting it just so she could hop on the bus together with you.

You mumbled the same thing back to her, wondering if you were the first or last ones of your party to go through Miss Kelley's check-in.

She greeted the both of you with a toothy smile before she turned her focus onto the sheet with students' names. Your eyes wandered over the rows of seat pairs, and since you had arrived at the parking lot, let's say not late but also not early either, most of them were already filled with loudly chatting kids.

"Hopefully the others saved us a seat", you heard Max say from in front of you. Unlike you, she already had a pre-determined seat buddy. "Oh please, it's obvious that Sinclair kept one for you", you quipped back, silently hoping you could potentially be sitting next to Steve or at least Robin.

And even if Eddie was going to join you, he'd probably be sitting with Chrissy. Or Gareth.

"That might be true, but I'm sure you'll be just fine with where you'll end up."

Max stepped further into the bus after she gave you a wink and a slight grin.

Did she know more than you?

Good boy Steve was rather easy for you to spot. With that amount of hair peeking out above the sea of headrests? No wonder. In fact, most of your friends were already seated further in the back of the one-story bus.

A slight hint of disappointment clouded your brain at the sight of Steve and Robin sharing a seat pair, with Nancy and Jonathan right behind them. Your fear of being the one left out and behind was creeping out from the back of your mind, acting up.

People had always been kind enough to endure you, but no one ever really chose you. Or at least made you feel like you belonged.

Lucas indeed had the seat next to him reserved for Max, to where she continued her strut down the aisle to plop down, while Dustin and Will had agreed to share theirs.

Surprising they made it out of bed this early.

You took a few more steps towards the back of the bus. A wide grinned Erica was seated amongst her friends in the center of the very back row, your eyes scanning the seats until they landed on the wild dark mane of a certain metalhead, who was occupying the pair of seats right behind the stairs down to the back door.

He was practically lying in the window seat. Head resting against the glass, staring out to observe the students who hadn't set foot onto the bus yet. Parents who were lecturing their kids one last time before letting them go.

Was he daydreaming? What could possibly be going on in that pretty head of his?

Your heart jumped and your stomach fluttered when he shifted his gaze to the aisle where you were standing. The widest smile spread over his face at the sight of you, and you hated to admit to yourself that it did not leave you unaffected.

The seat next to him was empty.

It took Eddie a few seconds to remember what his initial plan was. As if something in his brain clicked, as if a bolt of lightning had hit him, he straightened himself and got up.

"Uh hi there. I, uh, kept you a seat if, uh, in case you'd like to sit with me."

Eddie the freak Munson. Had thought of and would be willing to sharing seats for a 10 hour bus ride. With you, of all people?

In the light of the sunlight flooded bus, you could see his cheeks adjusting to the colour of your own. Flushed pink.

And you just couldn't help the wide grin that was pulling at the corners of your mouth.

Now both of you were standing in the aisle facing each other.

"I would love to, Munson."

Quickly you took out the essentials for the journey from your bag: headphones and your walkman, your tape collection that you wouldn't leave the house without, a novel, some water and a tote bag with your carefully selected snacks.

Eddie waited patiently for you to get comfortable, standing there in the aisle in his signature leather jacket and denim dio vest, while leaning against the backrest of his own seat, watching your every move.

Once you swung yourself around into your seat, Eddie plopped down next to you with an equally wide grin plastered across his face while pointing his ringed index finger at the snack bag.

"You know, you're gonna have to share those with me."

You turned your head around to face him, eyebrow raised.

His chocolate brown doe eyes were so so softly looking at you. If you didn't know better they'd melt you on the spot.

"Oh really, do I?"

"Yeah, it's the unspoken yet official law of seat partners, sweetheart."

You chuckled at his silliness and the pet name, the nervousness which you had gotten from the thought of him very obviously thinking of you when it came to the decision of who to sit next to, all gone.

He wanted to be physically close to you.

He wanted to spend that time on the bus around you.

He chose you.

After Steve, Robin and all the others from your group had acknowledged your presence as well with genuine smiles, and the last few kids had found their seats, it was time to leave Hawkins.

The bus hit the highway towards Chicago pretty soon after departure.

Eddie let you sit in the window seat, which eventually led to him conveniently using your shoulder as a pillow. And no, you didn't mind the weight. It was Eddie.

Hell, you were having a hard time keeping yourself from wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer.

"Does this also fall under the law of seat partners?", you asked curiously, placing a hand on Eddie's head and slightly scratching his scalp.

The only thing you got in return was a satisfied, sleepy "mhm" and a squeeze and rub of his warm hand over your thigh, but it was enough for your mind to drift off, wondering which other of Eddie's love languages and further details of his ridiculous seat partner law you'd come to discover on this trip.

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tagged: my beloved ellen @josephfakingquinn <3

#eddie munson #nora writes #oh wow this turned out to be longer than expected #lol #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #stranger things fluff #eddie munson fluff #the law of seat partners

[gabessquishytum]

For your cow!hob enjoyment, i just saw a reel of some sort of cowboy event where a man dressed in white runs between two lines of cowboys who are throwing lassos, ropes, triplines, etc at him and just before he makes it through he's caught and trips up with ropes around his ankles. (He also has a fantastic ass. Like every single comment on the video is about his ass in those tiny shorts. This is very important to the concept)

And just. Cowhob at some sort of festival playing this game except whoever lassos him gets to keep him for the evening and while he's good, every single rancher in the area is in the lineup and he has to make it past *all* of their lines. Or well. Not all of them. Just enough to get to the prettiest rancher he spotted earlier.

This is such a concept!!!!!!!!

Cow Hob has a reputation: he's fast, athletic and has never been caught. He's fond of the ranchers, and he enjoys the game, but he's never seen one that he's wanted to go home with. Until now... "Dream" is beautiful, mysterious and ethereal in his dark clothes. Hob has finally found the rancher he'd like to be with - maybe even for more than a night!

Luckily Dream is equally determined to bag the prize - the beautiful brown cow with the gorgeous butt. He's seen Hob before, and always admired him. Today is the day they will finally meet for real.

Hob absolutely scampers through the first few lines of men. He's more of a blur than a cow, making himself as small as possible so they can't even get the rope around a finger. He runs faster and dodges quicker than he ever has before... until the final line. He doesn't stop, he just... glances at one of the ranchers. Long enough for the rope to trip him and pull around his legs! Oh no!

He's lying on the ground panting when Dream hurries to check that he's okay. And Hob is like "Hey, you caught me!" And he's grinning - Dream can't help but grin too as he helps Hob get up. Sparks are flying for sure. But now Dream has his cow, he'd better prepare himself for the ride - because Hob is a wild one!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw hybrids #cow hob

[mintmatcha]

ennoshita x reader

cw: cisfem reader, intercrucal sex, fingering, shower sex, established relationship

Minors DNI banner by @/benkeibear

takes place 6 months after just the tip

“You know what I’m going to say.”

You try to play off your smile as annoyance, rolling your eyes with a shake of your head. You drop your bags by the foot of the bed and shed your coat, letting it crumple on the floor. “I’m going to take a shower. I remembered to bring conditioner this time.”

“You wouldn’t have to remember conditioner-” Ennoshita sing-speaks, watching you from his spot on the top of the mattress- “if you’d just move in.”

You exchange knowing looks. The idea makes something glimmer inside your chest, shiny and exciting. Your relationship is inching towards the year mark; moving in together is the obvious next step, especially when your lease is ending in two months.

You’re going to give in and live here, obviously.

But it’s fun to tease him.

“Hmm, nope,” you shrug, “I like my apartment.”

“I could move into your place,” Ennoshita replies too easily. He’s already prepared for bed, pajamas on and hair washed. It’s still early, but tomorrow’s a work day and he needs to be up early for the clinic. 

“And commute an hour to work?” you scoff, “You’d hate that.”

He smiles with his eyes, real and true. “I’d love other parts of it.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” you ask, “Seeing me change?”

As you shimmy your jeans past your hips Ennoshita shifts, moving ever so slightly in the corner of your vision. He tilts his head just a couple of degrees to watch you move with an uninhibited view, smiling slipping down, down, down, until his bottom lip catches between his teeth, pearly white against the deep hue of his vermilion.

“That’s one benefit.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

His eyes crease with amusement, narrowing into half moons, sharp and hungry. “Like what?” he says, an edge of teasing on his voice as he adjusts deeper in his seat, legs spreading almost on their own as if you wordless invite you in. You step out of your pants, then strip off your shirt as well. Your underwear is the practical kind, skin tone with too much coverage, and yet he still reveres you all the same, that pearly clutch only growing tighter the more he marvels.

“Like you’re gonna eat me.”

Your boyfriend's smile only grows. “Come here and maybe I will.”

You take a delicate step backwards, hands reaching behind your own back to unclasp your bra. 

“No.” You let it fall and his eyes latch on to the curve of your tits, “You come here.”

When you dip around the corner, the bed creaks with the sudden release of weight and Ennoshita is quick to follow, fingers nimbly undoing his shirt buttons as he pursues you, sure yet patient, like a wolf on the hunt. By the time you make it to the bathroom, he’s eclipsing you; his bare chest presses into yours, squishing your tits against him as he catches you in a kiss.

The physical contact between you has developed. It’s more natural now, with edges of neediness that are so sharp that you think he might break-

But he hasn’t. 

Not that you’re upset. You cum more often than most of your friends, but you still find yourself craving a good hard fuck-

Especially in times like this, where you can feel his cock starting to harden against your stomach.

“I really do need a shower, Chichi,” you mumble halfheartedly. 

Ennoshita chuckles at the nickname, only squeezing you tighter. His eyes sparkle under the overhead light, their color melting into the black of his pupil, endlessly dark, yet bottomless with pure affection. You’d never tell him this to his face in fear that he’d take it the wrong way, but they remind you of a cow's eyes, soft and sweet and large, with  deep lower lids and thick eyelashes that sweep downwards over his iris. 

“Go ahead," he says, "I’ll wash your back.”

You love him. The ooey, gooey kind that sticks to your ribs and keeps you full well into the night. It makes you a little sick to think about, like you could choke on it if you swallow the wrong way. 

You let him peel the rest of your clothes from your body and you return the favor, both of you naked in the door of his bathroom and bare to each other. The tile is cold against the soles of your feet, but the rest of you is warm.

“Stop doing that,” you scold as Ennoshita departs with a kiss. He starts the tub, testing the heat with his fingertips every couple of seconds, rushing the water to heat faster. 

“Doing what?” he hums.

“Being so sweet.”  Steam is already starting to cling to the mirror as you both step into the tub and pull the curtain back. The warm spray pulls a sigh from both of you as you settle, facing the shower with Ennoshita to your back. He maintains a boundary, but you can feel him there, moving in the space right off of your skin, electric in anticipation it builds.

“I’m sorry," he says with no remorse in his voice. His lips brush over the nape of your neck, breath cool in contrast to the steam. "Can I make it up to you?”

You lean back, head against his shoulder, damp hair clinging to his skin as you try to see his face. The drum of water against your chest dulls your hum, steals the playful sounds in your throat as he finally touches you, pushing his hands up your sides until they are cupped under the curve of your tits. He lifts them slightly with the press of his fingers and you can feel how he swallows against you, thick with desire. 

”Can I?” he asks again. His touch travels up, greedy hands squeezing and pinching at your nipples, the slickness of water gliding between your skin. “Can I make you feel good?”

You nod and press back into him to savor the soft comfort of how his hands wander. One still cups at your chest while the other dips low, fumbling to part your pussy. His middle finger curls and bumps over your clit a bit too roughly as he tries to find it, eager yet clumsy. A runnel of warm water follows his arm, the flow pleasantly warm where it moves against you and the trickle between your legs teasing.

 With tentative circles, he falls into a rhythm, brushing over your hooded clit over and over as he mouths the back of your neck. The build up is slow, but there, and your hips wiggle reflexively against him when the urn becomes too much. His cock is now fully hard and nestled into the dip of your ass. It kicks in time with your whines.

“Chikara, ah-” You cling to his wrist, holding him in just the right place as heat overtakes your senses. Wantonly, you throw your foot on to the rim of the tub, knocking over bottles to give him more space to maneuver. He uses the space to stroke you more freely, in neater, cleaner motions.

“Right there, like that.” Your core tightens and you suddenly feel more empty than ever.

The longer you wait, the more ravenous for him you’ve become, your ache to be fucked almost physically painful some days.

“Move in and I’ll do this every night.” Ennoshita’s voice drips with want, “M-make you cum all you want. All you need.”

He pulls you closer. “Just say yes.”

You throw him a look. “You can’t ask now, that’s not f-air.” You squeak out the last syllable as he squeezes his other hand, grip slipping against the slick fat of your tit.

“Move in.” His teeth nips at the back of your neck, “And I’ll-” He stumbles over his words, then refocuses, voice firm, “I’ll fuck you.”

Shock stiffens your spine straight. He’s never suggested breaking his rule. Sure, you’ve skirted the line many times before, but you’ve never fully broken it. It’s his boundary to cross and, despite how much you want him, you’ve never pushed him on the issue. 

“Chi-”

“I want to.” He interrupts your worry by rutting his hips into your ass, water lubing his cock as it moves between your cheeks, “Fuck, I want to.”

He readjusts and you’re greeted by the firmness of his cock, pressing through the petals of your cunt. He grips on to your hips, tight enough flesh bulges through his fingers, and drags you back across his length. With every movement, he swallows back a groan, chest high and heavy with sounds he doesn’t want you to hear. Everything between you is slick from the shower, but when you look down, the head of his dick is glazed with thicker, shinier excitement. You are still pulsing, so close to your own high, and you wonder if he can feel your pussy twitching against him.

“I think about it all the time,” he says, voice fucked past the point of recognition,  “Holding you like this. Giving you what you want.”

He pulls back and pushes forward, faux-fucking you at a slow, controlled tempo. The shower provides its own lube, mixing with your own body’s excitement to ease his thrusts through the valley of your thighs.

“What you need.”

He pressed on your lower back to angle your hips forward and suddenly the sensation changes. The ridge of his cock catches against the sensitive bump of your clit, pulling another shock of pleasure from you. Each stroke makes you jump, pushing on to your heels with a whine. The rhythm is just enough for you to both get lost in it, hopelessly, aimlessly grasping for each other. 

“I’m honestly obsessed with you,” he teases, throwing your own words from way back when back at you.

Tight heart builds in you with every stroke, pulling infinitely stronger until every muscle in your body is taut in anticipation.

This isn’t enough, you realize. You need just a bit more.

You bring your leg back to the ground and cross your ankles, squeezing your thighs together tight. Ennoshita chokes at the sudden sensation, hips stuttering against your ass with sharp, wet claps. The new tension means his member smushed against you and every vein and ridge and texture is apparent with each rut into the makeshift pussy your legs have formed.

“Oh, shit-” he grits out, head dropping to your shoulder and arms wrapping around you tight, locking you in place against him, “Shit-

He spills on to your thighs with a mangled sob, cock jerking with each ribbon of spend. His whole body flushes with heat, all the way down to his shaking thighs. The feel of him, the sound of him, it's insanely hot, but your stomach still sinks as your own high starts to drift away. 

"Did you cum?"  he asks after a moment. Ennoshita trails sweet kisses down the curve of your spine as he lets you go, cock still locked between your thighs.

You shrug, trying to reach awkwardly behind you for him. "No, but it's fine."

Ennoshita pauses. "No." He runs his fingers through the last remnants of his cum that cling to your thighs, "It's not."

Slicked fingers find their way back to you, dipping deep within your folds to roll your clit. This time, he’s more confident, playing with you faster, needier, pulling whines out of you much easier than before. The feel of his spend adds to the delight, everything about both of you just wet, wet, wet.

The position is awkward, but he still manages to reach around and work his fingers into you, pushing his cum deep inside you. The fullness gives you a tremendous release, but also stokes the fire, forcing you to want more and more- more of him, more of his cum inside you-

“Where it belongs,” he says, as if he can read your mind, and you nod in agreement. Yeah, inside you is where it belongs.

Ennoshita grinds the heel of his palm into your cunt and it’s all suddenly too much. The string inside you breaks and you cum, hard. The sensation makes you sob, pulling in air so hard that you inhale the shower stream and you immediately erupt into a coughing fit. Ennoshita laughs, incredulous.

“Are you alright?” He pats your back. You gather yourself with a sniffle, standing to face him. His dark hair is wild, half wet and smeared across his forehead as he coos with sympathy, calm smile pinned deep into his cheeks.

“You came so hard you’re crying.”

“I did not,” you retort weakly.

“Okay, okay. If you say so."

He holds his arms open for you and you shuffle into them, that shower drizzle already starting to lose its heat. You should hurry and stop running up the utility bill, but instead you linger, savoring the innocent part of skinship. Ennoshita doesn't seem to mind, occasionally dotting kisses onto your crown.

“I will, by the way,” you whisper,  “Move in.”

He's unphased. You both already knew that you were going to agree. “Good.” 

“Not because of the sex,” you clarify, speaking into the crook on his shoulder. “Because of the ‘you.’”

“I know."  He hums to himself, throat buzzing under your touch, “Want me to wash your hair?”

You shake your head with a sigh. "Can't."

"I can't? Am I that hopeless?"

You peek up. He's watching you with those round, round eyes. "My conditioner is still in my bag, Chichi."

He laughs a bit too hard, sputtering a bit on water himself. "

"You know what i'm going to say, don't you?" His fingers tickle at your side, "If you lived here-"

"I already said yes!"

He laughs again and its musical to your ears.

[leelei1980]

Loving Mr. Munson- Gonna make you Sweat

This is based on this fun anonymous ask-

Picture this: (reader is still dating Robbie) reader and Robbie spend the weekend at eddie’s and reader decides to work out in the gym (assuming Eddie has a home gym area) and she’s wearing her cute little sports bra and booty short combo, Eddie then joins her and spots her so she can do pull ups and he’s already wanting her 😈Also she’s just in the house in skimpy tops and Eddie literally has to coexist with that 🤷🏼‍♀️

I modified it a little bit- I hope it is alright! Hope you like it❤️

Reader:

" Robbie, baby, I'm going to get up. You rest baby, okay?" He groaned in response, he was not the morning person that you were.You carefully slid out from under your boyfriends arm.

You thought it was sweet that your boyfriend wanted to spend some quality time with his Father, and when he asked you if you wanted to come along you agreed, as long as you wouldn't be interfering with their guy time. Robbie insisted you joined them, probably because he knew how much Eddie enjoyed your company, and your cooking.

Eddie was more than just your boyfriends Father, over the years the two of you had become friends. The older Munson was kind, funny and despite his " metal" appearance he was kind of a nerd , just like you were. You had both shared a love for Tolkien, George R.R. Martin's Game of Thrones book series and just random useless knowledge in general. He was laid back, the complete opposite of your Father, who was uptight and overprotective of you because you were his little girl. Eddie was definitely the cool dad.

You had always been an early riser, enjoyed the peace and quiet that came along with it. Some mornings you lounged with a cup of coffee, other mornings you might go for a walk or jog, this morning you decided that after a long night of being cramped in a twin sized bed with your boyfriend, yoga might be a good way to start out the day.

You quietly got into your bag, changed into your yoga pants and sports bra and tip toed out of the room, down the hallway and down into the basement where Eddie had set up a home gym.

There were weights , a weight bench, kettlebells, a treadmill, and an exercise bike. The man had quite a set up and it was obvious that he clearly knew how to use it. Robbie was fit, but Eddie, Eddie was jacked. He said he needed to stay in shape because of his job, if he wanted to have a long career as a mechanic he had to have a strong core because he spent most of his time hunched over a car and he didn't want to end up looking like Quasimodo when he was 60. Well he was definitely doing something right. You couldn't deny it, you had checked the man out,  he was in incredible shape. You couldn't fathom why the man was still single.

You sat on the floor and stretched, waking your body up, working out the kinks and the knots from the night before.

You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, in through your nose, out your mouth. You slowly move from Childs pose, raising on your hands and knees for Cat/Cow, arching your back, breathing, stretching, transitioning from cat to cow,head up, hips engaged -

" Uh, good morning Sweetheart."

You opened your eyes, frozen in your position and saw Eddie standing there smiling.

" Sorry to interrupt, I just didn't want to scare the shit out of you."

You sat back on your heels, " I didn't even hear you come in. Super stealthy." You brushed a piece of hair out of your face and smiled. " Wanna join me?"

" Yoga?" He snickered .

" Yeah yoga, it feels good to stretch,it strengthens your core." You pat the floor beside you. " Come on, it's a great warm up too. Then you can move on to your manly man weights and your grunting and straining."

Eddie laughed." Ok, for you Dollface, I'll give it a try. But you have to lift weights with me after "

" Fine." You watched as Eddie took a hair band out of the pocket of his low riding sweatpants, reached up and pulled his hair into a low messy bun, his old, tattered, sleeveless Iron Maiden shirt lifting a smidgen revealing his abs. You swallowed. Damn, the man was fit.

He sat down beside you and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. " Shouldn't we be listening to some Enya or something? I feel like there should be monks chanting or some shit like that in the background."

You laughed. " Do you have any Enya to listen to?"

" Fuck no."

" Then I guess we will have to make do without. We will start off simple, Childs Pose."

You demonstrated.

He followed suit." Damn ."

" Yeah I know, right? Now breathe. We will hold this pose then transition to the one I was doing when you walked in." You sat up and observed. You ran a hand along his back."Relax," you watched him let out a deep breath." That's it, perfect! Now up on your hands and knees Munson."

He lifted up onto his hands and knees and looked over at you and smirked. " Do you boss my son around like this when he does yoga with you?"

"No, because he never does this with me. He'd rather sleep in. I can't help it, I'm a morning person,I have an internal alarm clock and I get up super early."

" He never does this with you?"

" No, " You shrug and get into position." It's fine, it's not his thing. Sooo, next what you want to do is tilt your pelvis-"

" Well that sounds awfully intimate. I usually prefer dinner first before I go tilting my pelvis-"

You laugh." Just dinner? Wow, your a cheap date, you should at least hold out for drinks too."

This time he chuckled. " I'll remember that. So show me what you want me to do?"

You demonstrated, starting in tabletop, moving into cow than cat pose, breathing as you went. It felt so good to stretch your muscles.

Eddie mimicked your movements, groaning as he stretched." Fuck, this does feel good."

"See? I told you! So next we will do the heart melting pose, you start back in tabletop pose then you are going to walk your hands out, dip your chest down to the ground, arms straight out in front of you, ass in the air-" you caught a glimpse of Eddie full on staring at your ass and you smiled to yourself but quickly looked away. He was a guy, that was what guys did. "Breathe -"

" I, uh , I think this one is a little out of my comfort zone Princess."

You turned your head to look at him. "I have total faith in you Edward Munson."

"I wouldn't want to make a fool out of myself in front of a pretty girl. I'm afraid that if I got down on the floor like that I wouldn't be able to get up."

You slid gracefully from melting heart pose into upward facing dog and watched Eddie's breath hitch. You smiled. Ok, so maybe it gave you a little thrill seeing his eyes follow your movements, watching your body, and maybe you were putting on a little show.....

" Would it, uh , bother you if I kind of did my thing over here in this corner of the room?"

You laughed. " I mean, this is your house....."

" I'm just trying to be a gracious host Sweetheart."

" Your a wonderful host. Please Eddie, do whatever you would like."

You watched him as he went over to the weights, picked them up and started doing curls. You could see the muscles in his arm flexing under all the tattoos. You closed your eyes and concentrated again on your breathing but all could hear was HIS breathing, his little grunts as he did his reps, you needed to reel yourself back in. He was your friend, your boyfriends Father for fuck sake.

" Hey uh, Sweetheart? Would it fuck up your concentration if I played a little music? It's so fucking quiet down here I feel like all I can hear is my heavy breathing."

You opened an eye and peeked at him, let out a breath."Go right ahead, do what you normally do Eddie, pretend like I'm not even here."

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Eddie:

" Go right ahead, do what you normally do Eddie, pretend like I'm not even here." I watched as she smoothly transitioned into another pose. Fuck.Yeah, pretend like she's not even here. Well that's fucking impossible. Pretend like she's not here,wearing her tight yoga pants and a sports bra, bent over with her sweet ass up in the air, pretend like she's not stretching into these impossible poses that are making me think the most inappropriate things about my son's girlfriend.

Snap the fuck out of it Munson, stop acting like a horny teenager. Pull yourself together.

A distraction, I need a distraction.I put down my weights and turned on the radio. There we go, Alice in Chains. I went to my weight bench and sat back, started doing some bench presses.

" I'm the man in the box, buried in my shit, won't you come and save me?" I heard her sing. I smiled to myself. That's fucking adorable. She's doing yoga and singing Man in the box.

" Do you need a spotter?" She asked, walking over,adjusting the messy bun piled on top of her head.

I smirked." Think you could lift this bar if I dropped it?"

" Good point." She laughed. " Think I could try? Obviously I am not as strong as you are, I would have to start off a little lighter."

I smiled and put the bar back in the cradle."Let me set it up for you." I got up and adjusted the weights to something I thought she would be able to handle. I watched her straddle the bench and sit down." There you go Princess, now lay down-"

" I usually prefer a date with dinner and drinks before I just lay down," she smirked.

I smirked." You're such a smart ass."

" I mean, I am dating your Son, I have to be a smart ass just to keep up with him " She laid back.

" Very accurate statement." I moved to the head of the bench and stood over her. " We'll just take it easy ok?" She looked up at me with big, doe eyes and nodded."Don't worry, I've got you Sweetheart. Now, hands apart slightly wider than shoulder width, good, bar directly over your shoulders. Perfect. Plant your feet on the ground. Your going to want to engage your core Darlin, don't arch your back. Good, " I watched as she lowered and raised the bar, I kept my hands close just in case. "Excellent job."

" Doin' good? This is fucking hard-" She let out a breath. " You make it look easy." She did a couple of reps than put the bar back. I walked around to the foot of the bench and extended my hand to help her up, which she gladly accepted." I think I will stick to little weights."

" You did awesome." I smiled and brushed a stray piece of hair off her forehead.

" Thanks." She smiled ." Is it still cool if I hang out down here with you? Maybe run on the treadmill?"

" Absolutely. It's,uh kind of nice to have someone to work out with."

" Ditto. Does that mean we have a date down here tomorrow morning?"

" Sure, I'd like that."

" Perfect!" She fist bumped me and smiled."Workout buddies!"

I smiled." Yeah, workout buddies."

We stayed down in the gym for about an hour,  listening to music, shootin the shit, doing our thing. It was actually fun, especially because she was just as motivated as I was if not more .

The next morning I woke up bright and early and made my way down to the basement. She was already there, stretching, wearing ridiculously short shorts and another sports bra. Jesus Christ, can't she just wear sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt or something?The outfits this girl wore, her short little belly shirts and tight jeans, goddamn, she was fucking killing me and she didn't even know it.

She smiled." Good Morning Mr. Munson, are you ready to work up a sweat?"

I just shook my head and smirked." I'm ready if you are Doll."

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[saeyoungchoismaid]

[3:00 pm]

“Alright, babe! I hope you’re ready for movie night!”

You turn your head from your spot on the couch to look at Ajax as he bursts in through the door. You smile upon seeing him, it only growing when you see the bags in his hands.

“Got everything?” you ask as you stand up, turning the tv on as he sets the bags on the table in front of the couch.

He scoffs at the question. “Uh yeah. What do you think I am? Some kind of amateur?” he sasses. You set the remote down and put your hands up in defense.

“Alright, alright, Mr. Sassy-Pants. Show me what you got then,” you reply with a smirk.

You see, once every month, you and Childe make sure you have time spared in your busy schedules to have movie night. It’s not just any movie night though. You go all out.

“Hope you’re ready cause I went just a little overboard,” he warns. You raise your brow at him but make no comment, patiently waiting for him to pull things out.

“Okay. First up, the jammies.” Upon saying this, he whips out the new pjs he got you both. You snort once he unfolds them to show you.

He got you matching Hello Kitty pajamas. “They’re beautiful, Ajax,” you coo, pretending to wipe a tear from your eye.

“Fuck yeah they are!” he cheers, throwing your pair at you. You start to pull them on while he pulls out the next items. “Got all the junk food, of course.” At this, he pulls out all sorts of different bags and containers. All pink Starbursts, strawberry Trolli’s, Nerds, Blow Pops, smoothies Skittles, pink frosted cookies, pink sodas, the list goes on.

“Will we blow up the toilet? Probably. Is it worth it? Absolutely!” he shouts. He then pulls out a big blanket, unfolding it as he did the pajamas to show off the pattern. It’s cow patterned but instead of black and white, it’s pink and white.

“I’m starting to think I know what the movie is…” you say with a smirk.

He shakes his head as he throws the blanket at you. “Nuh-uh! There’s no way you would’ve guessed it already!” he denies, but he’s grinning from ear to ear. He is making it pretty obvious.

“Right,” you say sarcastically, placing your hand onto his hip.

“Next up!” he shouts before dipping both hands into a bag now. He then whips out face masks and nail polish. All pink, of course.

“How lovely,” you comment as you take them from him to look at the color of the nail polish and to see what’s in the face mask.

“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! The dramatic reveal that is totally going to leave you shocked!” he declares, staring deep into your eyes with his hand in a bag. You start to smirk again as you stare right back at him, waiting for the oh so big reveal.

After several seconds of just staring at each other, building ‘suspense,’ he whips the rented DVD out. “Tada!” he screams as he drops the bag and holds the front of the movie towards you for you to read the title.

Barbie.

“Oh yeah. Totally didn’t see that coming,” you pretend to reassure, dropping back down onto the couch. He pouts at you as he starts to pull his own pajamas on.

“You could at least pretend to be surprised…” he grumbles.

You chuckle at that before clearing your throat, waiting for him to look at you before responding. You then give a dramatic gasp and slap a hand over your chest.

“Oh my fucking god. Barbie? Are you serious? I never would’ve guessed that in a million years! Ajax! This is-“ He cuts you off with a yell as he playfully tackles you. You two wrestle for a moment before he pins you down onto the couch.

“Oh shut up!” he whines. He then gives up, laying down on top of you and hiding his face into your neck. You let out an ‘oof’ at the added weight before starting to giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and carding your hands through his hair.

“I really am excited though, baby. Thank you for doing all of this. You did a good job,” you say softly, kissing the top of his head.

He preens under the praise, raising his head to look down at you. “Well, of course I did a good job. It’s me we are talking about, after all.” You roll your eyes at his ego but let it go in favor of kissing him.

After sharing a sweet kiss, he pulls away to stand up to put the movie in. “Enough mackin! We gotta get this bad boy goin!” he declares which causes you to giggle.

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[femerithian]

Thought process an alien species that evolved from something like a cow bird, as in they would leave their offspring in another similar species nest to be raised by those parents instead

Then the species they would take advantage of goes extinct leaving them with the genetic predisposition to dump their young on somebody else but forced to care for their own young because "survival" to put things short, with them evolving to human level of intelligence and communication abilities

Have them be a prey type species that would probably see humans as a predator type species, and be afraid until they get to know humans

Also I imagine the reason for them being cow bird like would be that they would be weak and unable to defend their young which would fall into ideal prey category, thus meaning the extinction of the parental species being for two fold reason of child replacement and death while defending their supposed young

But long late night ramblings made short ish

Alien cow bird (alien 1): I can't stand, this I've come close to being eaten 3 times this week while taking care of my young one and if that's not bad enough a single feather out of place has my mate ready to rip my head off

Alien 2 (different species): I have just the solution for that problem, follow me

Alien 1: -happily follows eager for any solution-

Alien 2: -leads them to room with a human-

Alien 1: -horrified-

Alien 2: -takes child from increasingly horrified parent- hey human Jane, look a baby -holds child out to human while parent panics and screams internally-

Jane: -makes happy noises and heads toward them-

Alien 1: -whispers frantically- are you insane? I said I'm struggling to keep my young one protected from predators!

Alien 2: -hands child to human, and dismissively waves of alien 1 who looks like they might die right on the spot- human Jane, my friend and I wanted to run some errands, think you can baby sit?

Jane: -cooing over a semi petrified and uncertain baby- sure, I'm not too busy right now

Alien 2: -trying to reassure alien 1- here's a bag of stuff for them, they should have a nap soon, and be sure to keep an eye out for predators, there are a few around that would eat that little one in a single bite

Jane: -looking very much the predator herself and making alien 1 near hyperventilate- no worries, any predator gets close and they won't live to regret it

Alien 1 incoherent and being dragged out by alien 2

Alien 2: no worries, your little one couldn't be safer, and we'll only be gone for a few hours. You deserve a break

Alien 1: -eventually reluctantly gives in-

3 hours later

Returning to Jane's: they enter and are hit with a strong smell of blood, they both turn pale

Jane: - greets them with hands all bloody and a big knife, directs them to the child who is sleeping safe and sound before grabbing the leg of a huge carcass she had been carving up to show it off- you weren't kidding when you said watch out for predators, not two minutes into a short trip outside for some fresh air and this sucker makes for the kid, well I of course couldn't let that happen, though once I took em down I wasn't sure what to do with them, but then I recalled somebody telling me they make good eating so I figured why not get a start on an early lunch... though late lunch now, their a lot harder to break down than I expected

Alien 1: -faints-

Alien 2: -looks like they might as well-

Jane: -laughs- looks like it's their nap time too -goes back to butchering-

Alien 2: -also takes a "nap"-

-feel free to use any of these ideas, and add to them

#humans refuse to die #humans are weird #humans are space orcs

[everybodyshusband]

@moony-ghoul’s post got me thinking about a farm au where the ghouls live in a big farmhouse in the countryside :3

they grow crops in the fields and have a herd of cows, a herd of sheep up in the nearby hill, horses in the stables and a big ol’ chicken coop. they make their living by selling their milk/butter/eggs to the nearby town and every day dew is up before the sunrise to milk the cows. he and mountain pass each other and share a quiet, sleepy conversation and a kiss when they pass each other on their way to their respective tasks (dew to the barn for the cows, and mountain to the stables to ready the horse and cart for his daily milk run)

aeon has a soft spot for the chickens so rain and cirrus are teaching him how to take proper care of them. he was entirely horrified when he first learnt that he needs to feed the chickens their own eggshells along with their regular pellets and kitchen scraps

aurora has a soft spot for the sheep. she’d stand up on the hill and watch them for hours if she could. she trained the sheep dog herself and everyone calls her “little bo peep” whenever they see her coming back down to the house. sunshine bought her a shepard’s staff as a joke but aurora LOVES it and refuses to visit her sheep without it

since aeon’s taken over the chickens, rain decided the farm needed bees and now he’s got a few hives going. they sit just outside the kitchen windows so whoever’s working in their can open the window and hear the gentle hum of the bees while they cook. cirrus helps rain harvest the honey when it needs it and they both take great pride in the labels they designed. they’re working hard to convince mountain to take some of their jars on his milk cart rounds to see if he can sell some in town

aether’s a horse girlie <3 he grooms them well and makes sure their coats are shiny and pretty and that they’re all healthy enough to be pulling the farm machinery in the fields

sunshine’s self-imposed daily talk is going around the farm making sure everything has water. that includes the animal’s water bowels/troughs and that the collection of houseplants, the vege garden and the fruit orchid. she has a collection of watering cans but her green one with flowers painted on it in her favourite

swiss works the dairy room. he takes the milk from dew in the mornings and keeps some as milk (making sure he’s run it through a milk separator before he bottles it), some he churns for butter and some he sets aside to turn into cream

cumulus loooooves the wheat field <3 if no one knows where she is, the first place they look is there. she finds it calming to stand in between the furrows and watch everything sway in the wind. she’s the one who drives the battered old truck down to the flour mill a few hours away and brings back bags filled with soft flour (she sells most of it, but keeps a few bags for the farm so they can use their own flour in their baking)

speaking of baking and cooking, they all share the responsibilities of the kitchen depending on who’s done what that day but they all have things that they’re the go-to to make it. cumulus and her breads are renowned throughout the land (no seriously, she’s had people come to the farm asking to buy her bread) and she gets so much joy from carving little designs into her sourdough loaves and seeing how they turn out once they’re baked. cirrus is the BEST at making omelettes and she has a special knack for knowing which eggs will have double yolks in them. rain is surprisingly good at barbecuing/grilling and cooks roasts fantastically well with the perfect seasoning and melt-in-the-mouth deliciousness. aether the king of baking will bake so many sweet treats and they’re all soooo tasty and addictive. he’s mastered almost everything but they got a new stand mixer for their kitchen and he has No Idea how to work it so he mixes everything by hand. luckily, aurora knows exactly how it works so sometimes she and aeth will tag-team in the kitchen to make things faster. they also love decorating things together and aurora is fantastic at plating their dinners up so elegantly. aeon can cook curries and rice and that’s IT but no one else can get the rice cooked quite as well as they can, so no one’s really complaining. dew and mountain are the best at cooking warm comfort meals and soups in the winter so if neither of them are busy and someone is in need of a little extra cheering up, they’ll make the person’s favourite comfort meal to keep their spirits up and remind them of how much they’re loved. swiss and pizzas OH MAN. he can do all the fancy spinning tricks with the pizza dough and they always come out of the pizza oven (he and aurora only finished building it a few weeks ago) perfectly cooked through. he loves preparing pizza nights for everyone where he’ll prepare the dough and toppings on the massive kitchen table and let everyone roll their own dough and choose their own toppings before he puts them all in the oven and calls everyone to their meal when it’s ready. sunshine is the queen of soups and salads. she can whip together a soup or a salad out of practically thin air and they’re always so tasty and pair perfectly with whatever else is being made for dinner that night

they all help out with everything (both in the kitchen and with tasks around the farm) especially when it’s time to harvest the fields and it’s all hands on deck to get everything done, but in my mind these are their main tasks/favourite things to do around their little country farm <3

#can you tell i grew up reading enid blyton’s children of cherry tree farm series KSHDHDJDJ #my uncle and aunt also had a farm we’d visit every couple weeks and i miss it :( but they’ve got a new farm and it’s GREAT #we’ve got a sheep called hickey :) #ANYWAY #i have so many thoughts about this so if anyone wants to enable any further ramblings PLEASE PLEASE DO #husband headcanons #the band ghost #all the impera ghouls are here #nameless ghouls #farm ghouls au

[queerponcho]

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moonknight!system x f!reader

a/n: Hello lovelieeessss!! I am back with another chapterrr. Now we are getting to the juicy part of this story!! You are about to find out about the actual role of our beloved reader and how important she actually is. I really hope it was worth the wait<3

Warnings (chapter specific): no use of Y/N, fluff, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, this part only mentiones the boys but they arent in it- (i promise the next part will feature our fav boys again.) if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: whos this mysterious intruder and what do they want? (can't say more cuz spoilerzzz....)

3,800 words

You make your way into your apartment, not noticing your clothes dripping all over the floor. You replay all of the moments from this evening in your head and can’t stop yourself from breaking into a huge grin. You chuckle to yourself and feel your heart almost beat out of your chest at the memories flooding your head in huge waves. All the spots they touched on your body flaring up with heat. All of it comes to a stop when you see a white blur from the corner of your eye. Your breath hitches when you hear music playing and see the window open, suddenly very aware that you‘re not alone…

You clasp your bag to your chest and hold your breath, not daring to move a muscle in your body. Too scared that you might make your presence known to the intruder. ‘Now, there you are!! I’ve been waiting for you to come back darling. I’m in the living room-’ a sweet honeyed voice calls you over there and you follow it cautiously. You stand on the threshold to your living room and stop to breathe at the sight before you. A beautiful, tall woman stands in the middle of the room. But this is no regular woman, she has long braided black hair and dark, gold shimmering skin. Like her deep, black skin were to have been covered by a tasteful dusting of gold glitter. She was wearing a prettily draped white dress and...were those cow ears and horns on her head?? Who is this, swaying so calmly in your apartment? Before you can even ask she opens her eyes to reveal beautiful magenta colour and smiles at you brightly, easing your tense muscles and finally letting your lungs take their much needed dose of oxygen. She looks at you and an expression of concern washes over her face. ‘Sweetie what happened to you? Why are your clothes so wet? Come, sit sit’ she beckons you over to her and pats your couch, inviting you to sit down on your own furniture, like it was hers, but despite generally needing to be afraid you can’t help but feel a sense of trust and motherly energy radiating off of her, you could never imagine to feel threatened by her presence. 

‘Alright, tell me about what had you so giddy when you came in. I could sense those butterflies from miles away’ She winks at you and speaks to you like you know each other, while draping a fluffy blanket over you gingerly. As you’re about to tell her of the boys you feel a certain amount of clarity rushing back into your body when you glance over at the flowers standing on the dining-table.

They had been only a medium-sized bouquet mere hours ago, and now they had become a huge bush of carnations. They looked like they could barely squeeze into the glass vase you had previously put them in. You rushed to the kitchen counter and carefully pried them out of the tight space, searching the cabinets for a more suitable vase. The cow-like woman only watched you as you scrambled for a more suitable object, as you finally take a big pasta pot and fill it up to a third with water, before putting the abundance of carnations in it. Now…onto your much more pressing issue. ‘Who the hell are you? And what the fuck are you doing in my house, lady?’ you ask sternly while raising your eyebrows seriously, looking intimidating even while wearing a fluffy white blanket and simultaneously dripping all over the kitchen floor. You watch the tall woman stand up gracefully and she all but floats over to you. ‘I’m very pleased to finally meet you. My name is Hathor.’ She says this as if it were the most casual introduction, when really, she had just introduced herself as a member of the egyptian Ennead. She had just introduced herself as the goddess of love and beauty, aka. the mother of all. 

What the actual fuck is happening. ‘H-hathor..? As in- the goddess of love and beauty- o-of music and pleasure and, and-’ you hear a melodic laughter and she responds ‘oh my- child please, I am but a woman- although a very powerful one.’ She smiles and touches the beads of her turquoise necklace, stroking it as if in thought and you see her cow-ear flick swiftly. ‘May I ask, goddess Hath-Hathor. What exactly are you doing in my apartment?’ You try your hardest to not freak out. And yes, you believed her. How were you not supposed to believe her when she is literally shimmering gold, with magenta eyes and has literal fucking cow-horns attached to her head?

‘Oh! Right! I’m so sorry, I forget that you can’t hear my thoughts. I am trying to employ you as my new Avatar, child. I have been watching you for a few months and I think you would fit into the role perfectly.’ Hathor beamed with confidence and touched the carnations, as if rearranging them, and you see about a dozen more pop up in between the others. ‘Avatar? You mean like a prophet? Am I supposed to spread your word like-like Moses?? Am I your Moses???’

You feel yourself hyperventilating. Your breaths become shorter and the air around you hotter. The feeling of running out of air to breathe and you’re about to cover your eyes when a warm tingle runs up your arm. The tingle feels almost exactly like the one you’d feel whenever you had touched the boys. Like when you and Marc were dancing or when you held Stevens hand and wh-when Jake had his hand on your thigh when he drove you home- Hathor hugs you and all your thoughts come to a halt. She smells sweet like honey, warming up your entire body with her radiating comfort. ‘Calm down, you’re not my prophet- well, not really. At least that’s not how I look at it. I’d say you’re more like my messenger…my voice if you will.’ She parts from your embrace and looks at you warmly, while still holding on to both of your hands. ‘I want you to help me help humanity. I truly believe that we can achieve wonders together for communities all over the world. We could help further equality in your society and I could help you encourage much needed change. You kids have not come as far as we gods have hoped…The ennead has finally agreed for me to step in, and after convening with my council I chose you.’ She steps away from you and makes her way over to the kitchen. She opens your fridge, carefully lowering her head to look into it, mindful of the Solar-disc sitting between her long horns.

‘Not to disagree with a literal goddess, you know but um- well a prophet literally is the voice and messenger of god so…You really do want me to be your moses…But everything you said, it does sound really nice. I would love to help my society, always have…May I ask, what happened to your previous avatar?’ you ask cautiously not wanting to disturb her focus as she is now rummaging through your cabinets. She interrupts her search and turns to you with her hands on her waist, her black manicured fingers beautifully contrasting against the ivory white gown she was wearing. ‘She had found her true calling as a teacher and felt it was time for her to move on from her role as my ‘moses’ as you so wonderfully put it’ she turns and opens a top cabinet taking out a glass. ‘Other gods have previously forced their Avatars into servitude but I really don’t enjoy forcing anyone to do anything they don't enjoy. Being the goddess of pleasure really speaks for itself doesn’t it.’ She opens your tap and lets out water, as soon as it enters her glass it turns to milk. She takes a few sips of it and sets the half full glass on the counter and walks back over to you. ‘My cows are certain that you’re perfect for this role and after watching your for a while i can’t help but agree with their judgement…as always’ she says with her arabic accented voice- wait a second- did she just refer to her council as her cows?? ‘Excuse me, your cows?’ you ask trying to keep it respectful as you did previously asked the goddess of love “what the fuck” she was doing in your house. ‘Yes! You’re going to love them. They are my prophets, I trust them completely, they’ve been by my side for five millenia and they are like my sisters.’ She responds smiling ‘huh, ookay…cool.” so much information has been spilled onto you in the past minutes that your brain has probably suffered from an overload. You don’t question her any further and just watch her sit down on your couch, checking the bounce of it. ‘Do you have any blankets or cushions I could use?’ She is sitting down but her face is at the height of your own, reminding you of how large the goddess actually is. ‘Oh yes I d- wait, no y-your Hi- Hathor I will not make you sleep on the couch, you can take my bed I’ll sleep here’ you insist, not wanting to be the idiot who made a literal goddess sleep on a two-seater couch. ‘Nonsense sweety, I don't really need to  sleep at all, I just like to close my eyes and rest in a comfy place sometimes. You stay in your bed, you need to rest, it has  been a long day.’ ‘but I-’ ‘I insist’ you freeze at the sight of her serious eyes and stern voice. The serious expression quickly melts into her regular soft yet commanding demeanour. ‘Alright, I think it's time you go to sleep, tomorrow is a big day afterall.’ She says while settling into the little nest she’d built with your extra cushions and fluffy blankets. 

You cross your arms and stifle a yawn when you see the glowing white five on your digital clock resting on the side-table of the couch ‘what is happening tomorrow?’ your eyes are now glossy and your eyebags heavy, you barely manage to keep your eyes open when she answers. ‘I am going to test you.’ she says, eyes closed and sighing into the pillow, perfectly mimicking the demeanour of tiredness. You hear her but don’t really register her words. The only thing you can focus on is how perfectly comfy she looks, all snuggled into the couch, having made herself small to fit beneath the fluffy blanket. ‘Oh and don't think I forgot about you avoiding my question earlier. Tomorrow, I wanna know what made you so smiley when you came home at almost four in the morning.’ Your attention is now back on her words and you feel your face burn at the memories rushing to mind... His lips softly nibbling on yours and your tongue stroking his languidly and hearing him whimper at th- ‘hey! Your ‘excited’ energy is disturbing my rest. Go sleep-’ you startle at her interruption, clutching the now damp blanket more tightly and head to your bedroom murmuring a quick good night on your way out. Only to hear her yell after you. ‘Just know that now I am even more curious to know who you met up with.’ You bite your lip and quickly close your door letting out a heavy sigh. Somehow you get yourself ready for bed, even managing to take off your make-up…at least partially. Your mascara smudged on the pillow and your jewellery still on, you fall asleep within seconds.

‘Wakey-wakey sweetie!!’ you wake up to the large elegant woman ripping your blanket off of you. You shriek when you see the goddess hathor standing in your room. So meeting her hadn’t been a dream then…yeah that checks out. Hathor reaches for your curtains and pulls them back, opening the windows and letting in the cold, London spring air. ‘Noooooo- whyyyyyyyy?’ you pull your knees to your chest and drop to your side pathetically. ‘Stop whining and get up, human! We have a lot to-do before I can bring you before my beloved council.’ She glides out of your room and you hear her continuing something in the kitchen. You get up with a huff and rush to close the window. You look back at your bed, all comfy and still warm from your body-warmth, incredibly inviting…you could just lie down and catch a few minutes of sleep, lord knows you need them. Just as you reach for your bed you hear the melodious humming come to a stop ‘you better be getting ready right now! Otherwise I’ll eat these blueberry pancakes myself.'

Your eyes widen when you remember that an Egyptian deity is in your house and waiting for you with a freshly cooked breakfast. You find some sweatpants and a comfy sweater (which definitely doesn't have a hole in the left pit) and make your way to the kitchen. 

Saliva gathers in your mouth when you see the pancakes and cut up fruit perfectly arranged in your nicest plates. To be fair they weren't that fancy but just slightly nicer plates, you only used when you had company over. ‘Sit, we have a busy day ahead and it’s already noon. I let you sleep in because you need as much energy for today as possible, if we are to find out if this life is what you need and want.’ she sticks half a pancake into her mouth and continues talking ‘now…before we start with all that though, I have got to know about this person that’s got you all…transfixed.’ your eyes widen when she uses the same word Jake uttered that first time you talked. That word that has echoed in your head in his low seductive voice. The voice which fuels many of your not so child-friendly thoughts each night. Thoughts that cause those intense feelings...though pleasurable, also never quite enough to quench the thirst you feel for- ‘see this is what I am talking about. It’s truly remarkable, this has to be someone important. Please human, you have got to tell me, I am practically begging you.’ She looks at you with a mischievous glint in her magenta pools, you couldn’t say no to a goddess could you? Especially since you’ve been dying to tell someone about the boys and now you’ve got the perfect opportunity to-do so. ‘Yeah, okay- I’ll tell you.’ you say while chewing the perfect pancakes, not questioning how she made them, when you haven’t even had eggs in your fridge for about a week. She scoots closer to the edge on her chair and leans in with a grin, urging you to go on. 

‘Okay so um- there’s this guy I met in the library. He is- oh you should see him. He is gorgeous, just absolutely breathtaking.’ ‘don’t you have a picture or something? You humans have those portable cameras now, no?’ ‘Yes- yes we do…but no I don’t have a picture, that would be weird…I do have drawings though…’ you don’t know why you’re telling her that. It’s just impossible to hold back and you wanna show someone the pretty guy you’d made out with. ‘They still do portraits of people? is he famous?’ ‘well no…I drew him a few times…for character studies of course, nothing creepy or anything...’ you chuckle awkwardly. ‘Mhm riiight, cuz drawing a stranger isn’t weird.’ she arches her left eyebrow upwards and smirks a little bit, completely looking through your innocent ploy. ‘Right- lemme go get them.’ you stand up in a hurry and leave the goddess to eat her pancakes. Opening the drawer in your bedside-table you come up empty. ‘I can’t find them!’ you shout at no-one in particular. ‘What do they look like?’ you hear her call back from the kitchen. ‘They’re all in a navy notebook-’ ‘Oh- you mean these??’ you dart to the kitchen quickly and see her standing over your open sketchbook. ‘Wh-’ ‘I found it yesterday in your bag, and before you say anything. I got here early okay? I thought you’d be home so I had to keep busy. I gotta say…some of these drawings are…very enticing, human. Almost a bit too indulgent, but really they only affirm why you'd fit perfectly into the role as my avatar. I understand your fixation, sweetie… he is certainly easy on the eyes.’ You watch her stare at your drawings, her large and long fingers flipping through the pages. She looks up happily and you watch her face brighten further when she spots your flushed face. Making you turn away to look out the window, the sun shining through the clouds, lighting up the otherwise grey part of town. 

‘Okay, that's enough-’ you quickly reach for your notebook and pull it away from the gold shimmering goddess. She lets you keep some of your dignity and doesn't prod any further. ‘Alright honey, let’s get to work then!’ She stands up swiftly and turns around to store away the clean plates. Wait a minute…the clean plates? When the fuck did she clean those? Her powers seem pretty limitless and if there’s a possibility that the powers she gives you will magically make your dirty dishes clean..?- then you’re gonna sign the fuck up to being her knight or whatever it is you’ll need to be. Right as you’re thinking that she turns around and conjures up a tiny little clock that looks like a winged solar disk. It doesn’t appear to show the time though, at least it didn’t look like a regular watch. ‘Oh! We are running late. We have to meet the council tonight and I've got lots to tell ya before we can go there.’ The “clock” disappears and a tiny parchment takes its place. She reads it carefully, mumbling her notes back to herself. ‘Okay so what are we gonna do? Are you gonna train me in martial arts and give me nun-chucks? Or are we gonna go save some people like that mysterious Moonknight guy on the news?’ you hadn’t realised before this moment how exciting this all actually was. You’ve mostly just been focused on not freaking out over the actual goddess, Hathor standing in your kitchen and havent had the chance to be excited over being a literal “chosen one”. ‘Actually- It’s good that you mention this Moonknight…The reason the Ennead has allowed me to interfere with a new avatar is actually because of a recent “altercation'' caused by the god who created said knight.’ She looks up from the parchment and turns around making her way to the couch. You follow her, intrigued by the mentioned importance of the vigilante you’ve watched jump over the roofs and bridges on TV. ‘Why? What did he do?’ you watch her sit down and she lets out a deflated breath ‘It's a long story…I might find the time to tell you some time but right now, is not that time. What you need to know is that he is unpredictable and extremely dangerous. And to be sure you should apply the same caution towards the knight.’ She says seriously, and fluffs the pillows behind her, trying her best to make the old couch meet her godly standards. 

‘Hathor, may I ask you something?’ your voice sounds unsure and timid. ‘Of course honey, what is it?’ she says, averting her eyes from the parchment and shifting her attention completely to you. Her eyes are glittering with intention and she makes you feel safe and comfortable once more. ‘I-i’ you exhale exasperatedly ‘How do you know that I am the right person to be your “voice”- like what makes you think I fit into that passionate, pleasurable or I don’t know- like…fertile image..?’ you don’t even look her in the eyes. You’re a person who's had many crushes but never actually got to love anyone…not genuinely. Maybe you just had said “I loved you” to people because you wanted to feel the feeling, not entirely because you really felt it. So Hathor choosing you, a woman who has never actually loved anyone romantically or really felt loved and cherished in that way…that women should become the messenger of pleasure, fertility and motherhood? ‘I told you about how I’ve been watching you right?’ she pauses and you nod ‘well, I’ll tell you about the time I was sure I’d found the perfect candidate, maybe that’ll make you see where my values really lie.’ 

She sits back on the recently fluffed pillows and begins to tell you about how she watched you for months, how you would draw people and what she discovered while watching you do that. ‘You would go to parks and coffees to draw people going about their day. They’d be doing their homework or mabe crying on a bench, some of them out of laughter and some in despair. You would capture their emotions and take a- a little glimpse into them. Putting yourself in their shoes and empathising with them and their state of mind. I was blown away by the raw emotion and true magic I was able to witness while watching you. In a time where you humans have managed to become such a secluded lonely people…you still found a way to follow your innate feeling to relate and cherish other people. You give them space in your world, and even if they don’t know it, you care for them. That is what is the most important thing, you care. Care for people and how they are doing. About what they need and how you can help. Once in a while I’d give you little nudges and see which paths you would choose. And every time, you chose to help instead of ignoring the troubled people or animals. Like that time I blocked off the mainstreet and you had to take a detour through a…less fortunate part of town. It was freezing and you weren’t really moving due to traffic. You were bored and were looking out the windo-’

‘The shelter- I-I saw the shelter, The doors where only open for a second and I saw all those people inside and I knew there was a big chance that there weren’t enough volunteers working there to help out all those in need…’

‘So you went in, even after the long shift you had and those stupid costumers had yelled at you, you still parked your car and went into the shelter. Spending the rest of the evening serving them soups and mashed potatoes an-and handing out blankets. Child, I am the goddess of love and beauty and all of that…but first of all I am the mother, the mother of all. I am here to take care of people who need help and I think you want to do the same thing. That calling is inside of you. And I need you to help me take care of people because too many are suffering. I can no longer standby and watch like the rest of the Ennead. That's the one thing me and Konshu have in common.’

Hathor gets interrupted by your phone buzzing on the coffee table. Its facing up and you see the caller ID and feel your heartbeat accelerating. In all low-cap letters the name ‘steven<3’ is glaring at you, taunting you to pick up and you look at Hathor when she swiftly swipes over your phone to pick up the call. ‘What the fu- what are you doing?!’ you whisper almost inaudibly at her. She arches her left brow and crosses her arms, sitting back she watches you smugly. ‘He-Hello? Love, are you there?’

a/n:I hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter and that it was worth the wait! as i have said before I have had to work alot more bcs a bunch of people are falling out due to sickness and holidays. I am so sorry that i can't post as frequently but i do wanna write other things besides this story aswell. I hope i can keep up a somewhat regular updating schedule but if i don't post for a bit don't think I've given up on this story cuz I love writing it!! I hope you stick around for more(❁´◡`❁)

If you enjoyed as always consider liking/ reblogging/ sharing or commenting! thanks lovies<3

I have done extensive research on Hathor and the ennead, i hope i am not offending anyone with what i have written. If theres anything that should be changed or seems insensitive please do not hesitate to reach out and just know that i would never disrespect anyone on purpose.

Also the thing about the cows being her council and her having cow-like features are very much factual. The turqoise necklace was smth she was pictured wearing and she was usually depicted with gold skin but i thought that might be a bit weird to imagine. Like in my head they would look like those golden clones in 'guardians of the galaxy 2' lol. So i made her black with gold shimmering skin. If yall ever want me to explain what went into her character design and want to know more lore please tell me! I'd love to share hehe. (<- current hyperfixation lol)

The next chapter will feature the boys again and maybe even in their full moonknight glory? who knows hehe (me either i haven't written it yet so we shall see)

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[lucid-romances]

The Family Ranch

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

The reader takes Spencer home to meet her family.

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Remember when he told JJ he wanted to be a cowboy? I remember.

Spencer drives slowly, his hands gliding over the steering wheel of his Volvo Amazon, which had seen better days.  He rolls down the windows, and his unmanaged curls get caught in the summer breeze. They become a crown framing his face, kept from his eyes solely by the pair of sunglasses that shielded them.  The road had long since turned from smooth pavement to trails of gravel inlined with dirt.  (Y/N)'s childhood home hides behind valleys and hills, a small ranch tucked away from the rest of the world. 

They can see the pasture of cows before they see the house, and (Y/N) sits at attention, crooning at the many calves shepherded by their mothers and kept in line by a Great Pyrenees.  The dog turns to watch the car tumble down the road but doesn't dare to leave his post. 

The sun is high in the sky, it's a hot day for Virginia,  and (Y/N)'s already rolling up the cuffs of her jeans to prepare for time in the mud. Spencer watches her from the corner of his eye, pleasantly surprised to see her shuck off the professionalism she had to wear at the BAU. 

They pass by a mailbox, its white metal covered in years' worth of colorful handprints.  "Excited to be home?" He asks, not for the first time, in a tone sweeter than honey. 

The Volvo lurches to a stop, and the screen door of her parent's house opens before she can respond. The words are unnecessary because she's out of the car before he can count to three and scooping up an eight-year-old boy in her arms.  Spencer recognized him from pictures, with his freckled skin and outcrop of curly hair.  His flannel was two sizes too big for him, a lizard sat in the pocket of his overalls, and as (Y/N) would say, he was undeniably Daniel. 

"You've gotten so big!" (Y/N) says as Spencer retrieves their bags from the trunk.  He had his reservations about staying the night with her family.  Mostly, he worried they wouldn't like him, but if they were anything like the girl he'd started to consider a permanent life with, he knew he would come to love them just as much. 

"Maybe you've just gotten shorter, Auntie." Daniel teases, and Spencer notices he has (Y/N)'s smile. 

"You think? No, it's all you, kiddo, you're growing up on me!"  (Y/N) hugs the boy again, finally letting herself miss her family after living in Quantico for the past year.  "Do you remember Spencer? You spoke on the phone." 

Daniel's gaze sweeps over the older man as he approaches, squinting at the dress shirt and slacks he wore, unaware of how casually Spence happened to be dressed compared to usual.  "Everyone is excited to meet you." 

"Are they?" Spencer's heart soars. "I'm excited to meet you all too! Who is your friend?"  

Daniel pulls the lizard from his pocket and holds it aloft to Spencer, giving him a view of the spotted Bearded Dragon, rough to the touch. "His name is Dash." 

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Dash.  Did you know that Bearded Dragons are one of the few lizards who will mimic other creatures?" Spencer tilts his head to stick out his tongue, and when Dash reciprocates, Daniel takes a surprised step back. 

"Woah! You have to come show my mom!"  

When Daniel takes off towards the house, (Y/N) loops her arm around Spencer's. "You're good at that." 

"What's that?" 

"Kids." 

Spencer shrugs, unwilling to admit that he finds children easier to talk to than most adults. "That's just because Dash vouched for me." 

"A pretty cool guy, that Dash."  (Y/N) plays along, leading Spencer inside as Daniel approaches a woman at the stove.  Her light hair contrasts (Y/N)'s, but they share the same eyes.  She watches with patience that only a mother could know as Daniel tries several times to get Dash to stick out his tongue.  When it finally works, the woman offers him a beaming smile before acknowledging the couple in the doorway. 

"The FBI has finally released my baby sister back to us humble cattle ranchers? Bestill my beating heart!"  The woman, who Spencer knew to be Amelia, crosses the room to pull her sister into a bone-crushing hug.  Spencer has to let (Y/N) go to allow this, but he isn't out of the woods yet.  Amelia appraises him, trailing her gaze from his head to his toes.  "He's cuter in person." 

"Amy!" 

"What? You don’t mind, do you, Spencer? I'm just repeating the things (Y/N)’s said about you." 

Spencer beams, his gaze flickering between the two siblings.  Their dynamic reminded him of how Derek continues to tease him daily. "Not at all. I hope everything she says about me is half as nice." 

"Like you wouldn't believe! 'His eyes are so dreamy. I love it when-'"  (Y/N) cuts off the embarrassing stories, most from when she first started working at the BAU and barely knew Spencer as an acquaintance.  She shoves Amelia back towards the stove, threatening to knock a pan of homemade chicken noodle soup from the burner.  "Hey, hey! Chasing serial killers has made you violent! MA!" 

Amelia raises her voice so she’s heard in the recesses of the house, and not a few moments later, an older woman comes skidding into the room.  She has the same friendly deposition as her daughters. Her skin’s notably wrinkled from years of hard labor, but there's a kindness in her eyes that Spencer can't ignore.  "What's all the fuss about? (Y/N)! When did you get here?" 

The mother and daughter close the distance between themselves.  Spencer can't help noticing how tightly (Y/N) clings to her parent as if proving all her sleepless nights- fearing that she would never see them again- wrong.  

"Hey, Ma," she finally says, after moments trickling into minutes.  "I brought a boy home." 

Everyone calls her Ma, even the people down the valley in the closest town, but Spencer knows her name is Beth.  Against his better judgment, he holds his hand out to her, expecting a polite handshake to break the ice, yet he's not surprised when he's pulled into a hug. "Doctor Reid!"  She greets him with an open welcomeness he isn’t used to. "We're so excited to have you finally join us. I hope you don't mind roughing it out here." 

"Spencer, please, and not at all!  Your home is lovely, and so is your family." 

"Well, that’s very kind of you! You've both made it in time for lunch. Why don't you get comfortable while I find your father?” Beth excuses herself before the couple can respond. 

Spencer finds himself at the dining room table, served a bowl of soup while having a riveting conversation with Daniel about the local reptile population.  He was more comfortable in (Y/N)'s childhood home than expected, and even as the rest of her family settled to join them for their meal, he couldn't help holding her hand beneath the table. 

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[wolfytoothy]

Crush, Crush,crush. Pt2.

It's been an other good 7 month. And you and Miles have been stuck together like glue.

You were in your dorm just vibin, just washing the dishes while watching TV till there was a knock at the door. You jumped up slightly and quickly looked at your self in the mirror, just to make sure you had a bra on. All you had on was a tank top and sweat pants. Not to much.You opened the door and your face immediately brightened.

"Miles" you smiled as you hugged him. "Hey".You pulled away and realized gagke was behind him. "Oh, hey G" you greeted,stepping out of the way to let them in. You closed the door behind you and clasped your hands. The two taller male looked around a bit. While you started the dishes. "Why yall acting like yall never seen our dorm before. Take off your shoes" You murrmerd the last part as your eyes lingered on Miles.

"Hey uh, weres J.B. I need to speak with about something" Gagke asked nervously, as he help a box in his hand. I small smirk carved into your face as you spotted it. "She's in her room, but becareful Duante in there wit her" you warned. The tall again male nodded and entired the room. As soon as the door closed both you and Miles smirked. You turned off the water and dried your hands. "Lemme guess that box on his hand if for nikkie huh" you started."Mhm. He woke me up just to go to some stores." He shook his head and placed a big bag infront of you. "Took that man hours to find 'the perfect, right,gift', but it's what ever. But since I was there I got some stuff for you" he said pushing the bag closer.You perked up at that and a smile immediately laminated your face.

The same smile Miles always craved to see. You gasped as you pulled out a big fluffy cow that was almostthe side of your torso."Aww, it's so fluffy" you squealed. You hugged miles and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you miles" you thanked."Your well come ma. Knew you like it. " he said. You went off somewhere to put the plush up. Miles took this opportunity to look around a bit before he was ushered into your room. And you guys were just chatting....laughed, and laughed, gossip, made a secret tik tok...chatted, laughed... till it all happened.

"Then I remembered... that's not my problem" you laughed. Making him laugh. "You are something else," he replied."Woooow, that's the most iv seen you laugh, and the most you've ever socialized, new record, so proud of you" You teased

"Shut up. I'll take my gift right back"

"Hey, leave my new baby out of this," You two laughed for a bit, till silence filled the are, but a different silence. You guys stared at eachother. You bopped his nose making him jump up a bit. You gave him a soft smile and got up from your bed.

"Why are you really here morales" you asked as you started doing your Landry that was on the floor. You picked up a ball and threw it at him. Which he caught swiftly."Huh" he said slightly caught off gaurd.

"You heard me I know you got better shit to to, other then see me" you grined.With your back turned you were completely unaware of the small blush on his face."Uh. No reason" he lied. Scratching the back of his neck.

Earlier that day, with Miles:

He couldn't stop thinking about you, his mind was filled with you, 24/7. It distracted him from his school work, and while he was on the job.While he was on patrol he could have sworn he saw you. He could have sworn he heard your voice, Your laugh. But he was just tripin.So he desided to check on you.

Just in case.

He was perched on building, as he spotted you with J.B. exciting a store. Laughing, and enjoying your time.He snapped out of it when the timer ran out. Indicating it was time to go home. By the time he got over to his uncles place he was stumped. He plopped on the couch and groaned.

He was gonna text you but he didn’t know what to say. So he just left it alone. You were all he could think about. It was driving him crazy.Aaron notice this and sat next to his distressed nephew. "What's wrong wit you. You've been distracted all week man" Aaron claimed.

"Yea,yea, I know," the hazel eyed man huffed.Aaron gave him a look then smirked. "Who is she?" He asked."What?"

"Who is she? What her name" he pressed on. Miles rolled his eyes and tried to shut it down. "It's no one unc," Miles murmured. As he turned over.Aaron stared at the back of his nephews head, but his attention was brought to his phone.

Aaron picked up miles phone and unlocked it.Scrolling threw the contract he found a one that looked unfamiliar. He immediately knew it had to be her. He clicked of the contacts picture and chuckled as saw the profile picture.It was of him and you.

You taking the picture and Him having his slightly annoyed face on while you squished his cheeks smiling brightly.

"What are you chuckling bout" miles asked skeptical not noticing it was HIS phone he had in his hands."You say there's no girl, but who's 'N/n' " Aaron asked smirking at his nephew.Mike's immediately snatched his phone back and closed.

"Gimme my shit. So damn noise," the younger male complained as he Grambled something under his breath." Hey, Don't be salty. Is my nephew holding back on me. You never told me you got a girl. Whos the chick"

"She's not my girl. She's just a friend. Her name is y/n, she has a crush on me and I have a crush on her. Happy" Miles exclaimed.

"Mmm, so when are you gonna tell her."

"Uh, never, she proly lost interest in me"

"Miles if you don't go up to her and ask her out. I would like to meet her personally she looks nice"

"I'm not doing that"

"But you love her"

"...yea"

"Then she head over hills for you"

Also earlier that day:

Miles dosn't know how he ended up here, but he found him self knocking on the door of your bestfriend. J.B. the love matcher... also the one least likely to fight him if he said he's in love with you."Oh, sup Miles" J.B. greeted. "Hey, is y/n here" he asked Cautiously looking around the dorm

. "No, but Duante is. Come" you moved out of the way and went into the kitchen, making a juice. "Sup" Duante greeted when he saw miles. Miles nodded his head in response. "So why are you here" she asked.

"Cuz your y/n's bestfriend. Also your the most calm, rash, and the most chill and mature person. Also your the least likely to beat my ass if I tell you this" miles bargain.

J.B. looked him up and down then grinned a bit. "Person that knows what he's dealing with, I like that.Go on" she requested. "I might start dating y/n. But I don't know how to ask," he began. "Come on, you guys spend ever waking second of the day together. She's literally the only person your not mean to, orrr mean mug. You smile when she just exist around you, she's the only person that got you to take pictures with, and make tik toks with. Honestly it's about time" she announced.

"Well that's all true"

"Exactly, and this is what you struggle with. You have nothing to worry bout. Just us your charm, your voice and... us your loving eyes"

"J.B. I don't have resting loving.... bitch eyes like you."

"Mmm, yea you do, all tho yours is more, killer, boring eyes, cold eyes."

"Exactly, I while yours is resting loving? Bitch.... seriously I sometimes feel you hate me with a burning passion when you look at me but I can't tell if your flirting with me either," Miles mentioned.

"Yea I get that a lot. But trust you got this miles. She'll say yes to you any day..." J.B. claimed.

"But trust if you fucking hurt my baby I will fucking come after you and your family in there fucking sleep. I may seem non threatening but trust I am the most dangerous out of all these bitches in the fucking friend group. I will gut you from the inside out boy, I am not fucking playing. Now go and confess your feelings to my baby"

Back to now:

Miles sat on the bed as he watched you menuver around the room. He got distracted as his eyes landed on your figure. You felt a pair of eyes burning the back of your neck and turned around. Only to see Miles eyes staring back at you.

You blushed slightly and looked anywhere else but him. If you even try to look at mans for more then 5 seconds your afraid your actions will no longer be in your control."Wa-what" you asked stepping a bit closer. "Your still wereing the necklace I gave you" he pointed out. You smiles sheepishly and rolled your eyes. "Well I like it, so I were it all the time" you smiled. He's eyes trailed down till he spotted your bandaged hand.

"What happened to your hand" he asked as he reached out and grabbed your wrist. Forcing you to sit down next to him."I just cut my hand, hurt like a bitch but I handled it like a bad bitch" you smiled. "Mmm" was his only response as he unwrapped the bandages. You watched him undo the whole thing gingerly, till he saw the big healing cut on your hand. His skin was so soft. Your skin was soft. You enjoyed with miles started playing with them. "Why are you so clumsy" he finally said. "Hey I'm not clumsy, it's not my fault the knife started dangerously coming after my hand." You defended.

Miles took your other hand and compared then to him. He looked up at you to see you were most definitely avoiding eye contact."¿Qué pasa princesa?" (Whats wrong princess) he asked. 'I know this man did not just pull the Spanish card in me' you thought, as you were giggling, twirling your hair, kicking your feet in the back of your mind. "oh no hay razón," (oh no reason) you replied.All you could think about was if he just kissed you.

Pulled you in by the waist, cupped your cheeks, geab your ass, take you out for dinner, lunch and breakfast, and make you his... but those were just your fantasies.

Miles tilted his head trying to catch your eyes. "Qué tienes en mente ma~" (Whats on your mind ma~). He asked. Miles grabbed your chin gently to redirect your attention to him. You looked into miles eyes deeply. He pulled you in close making your heart race. One of your hands intertwined together while his hand rested on your chin. You instinctively leaned in closer and cupped his cheek with your free hand. The next thing you know, both yalls lips were connected. But lord did you enjoy this moment, you both craved eachother. He grabbed you by the hips pulling you onto his lap while he was still kissing you. Your arms wrapped his neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. Both kissing eachother passionately till you had to come up for air.You both stared into eachothers eyes. Smiling.

"Took you long enough" you said. He kissed his teeth and threw you on the bed. Earning a yelp from you. "You have no idea" he said. "What are you doing?" You asked when you felt your bed dip."Scotch over I'm sleeping here tonight"

"I mean not that im complaining but Nigga you got your own bed"

"But your body more comfortable, shut up" you tenced up when he layed his head on your chest. You sighed heavily and patted his head. "Can I atleast put my bonnet on-", "no, go to sleep" he immediately said.

The next day:

It was the next day and you were smiling like a damn fool. Well you smiled everyday but this smile was more goofy. You were in class waiting for Miles- I mean your friend, you were so distracted that you didn't realize you were drawing this man on every cerface on your school book." Wow that's a cool drawing" a voice said. You jumped up and shut your book immediately "fuck". A fit of laughter escaped from J.B.'s lips. "Relaxe girl, it's just me" J.B. reassured. You tried to hide your blush but missably failed.

"Well good morning to you to J.B." you greeted as you put the book back in your bag. "So, you dating miles yet" she asked. "No, yes... I don't know." You stammered. "damn, ashame, cuz you need to hurry your ass up. My ship needs to sell" J.B. said disappointed."Well I need my ship to sell before I deside to take matters into my own hands" you said referring to J.B. and Duante's relationships.

"No, what we really need to work on is Nikkie and Ganke-" your attention was redirected when you felt a fimillier presence enter the room.It was Miles. "Shut the hell up he just walked in" you said as you watched miles every move. "Girl your staring to hard" J.B. warned.

Miles sat down next to you as usual and stared back at you than at J.B. "sup J.B" he greet. J.B. bowed her head in response and started talking to Duante.You smiled like a goof ball as you started to reorganize your desk for the 5th time, trying to avoid even looking at miles. As you knew he was already looking at you.

Miles looked at you with amusement, your clear skin, your e/c eyes, your flushed cheeks and your smile. "Soooo, you just gonna ignore me" miles spoke as he slumped back in hus chair still staring at you. "I- no." You stammered. Miles sat up straight and grabbed your face gently. "You can't hide forever. " he teased. In response your leaned away and grabbed his wrist giggling. "Boy, im not hidden, what you on bout bud" you said.

"Bud?... so we not gonna talk about the kiss, dosn't that mean we're dating now?, or are we just 'friends' wit benefits"You stopped and thought for a while completely overwhelmed. "I uh- non of the above" you quickly said not thinking.

"Ooohhh, but aren't you the same one that said you'll *** ******,*** ****, * ****** ****. And even if I was thugging up in these streets you'd still date me" he exposed. You gasped softly as you finally looked at him.

"Hey man, I don't appreciate you exposing me" you said making him chuckle. Right as you two started play fighting the teacher walked in.But other then that. You two have been acting brand new all school day. Miles stayed extra close to you. Given you looks that gave you butterflies. Speaking to you in Spanish when you guys were in public. Just over all fulfilling your fantasies.

But you needed that break.

you were munching on that subway listening to some music. You really enjoyed today. Especially with miles. But you needed a break from being together with the boy and people saying ‘OHHHH W RIZZ' ' over and over again in the hallways. It was honestly getting on your nerves. So you were on the rooftop, trying to catch a break.

And calm down from the commets miles randomly dropping on you every once in a while. Making you flustered as ever. Everyone wondered where you would disappear to when it was lunch time. But you always told them you were just roaming, just for alone time. There was only one person who knew you were up there when you wanted to be alone…. So you had no idea how he hell Miles found you.

“So you uh, come up here a lot” a voice said from behind you, making you jump and rip your ear phones out. You trend around only for your eyes to lay upon miles. Miles smirked at you as he took a seat next to you. “Um yea” you say quietly. You were trying your hardest to avoid eye contact, cuz you really weren't in the mood for Miles dumb smirk, or his beautiful nice eyes, and his full lips. You loved him. And he loved you.

But you had it down bad so the messages and notes you had. Were DANDROUSE .

But we're not gonna unpack on that right now. But what we are gonna unpack is that kiss.

“Hi miles: you muttered avoiding eye contact as you took a bit of your subway. As you did you could feel man's gaze not leaving you.

(W LIGHT SKIN- lemme stop)

Heat rises to your cheeks as you looked away. “Wow, this is a nice floor” you mumbled, patting the ground beneath you. “n/n.. n/n”. The man with cornrows called out to you, making you swallow your food hard. “H-ey bud” you say slowly. “How you been” you greeted.“Why are you acting brand new?” he said, scooting closer to you. “What?i have no idea what you talkin’ bout” you lied as you took the few last bits on your food. You finished your food. And took a nice big gulp of your sprite. “ mami~” Miles said, tapping your cheek. Choking on your sprite you pushed his hand away. “Ma~” he called out again, flicking your cheek. “Stop” you giggled. “Why won’t you look at me?” he asked. “Because” you shrugged. “ Why are you up here?” he asked. “To get some peace from your friends. Over here talking bout sum ‘W rizz’, and ’W mans’,it’s starting to get on my nerves” you said, mimicking some of his friends' voices. They made the man laugh at the fact you mimicked their voices. “And they are always pressing me, and asking if I’m dating you, like shut the hell up, it’s none of your damn business fuck off you fucking bitch' ' you snapped shaking your head.

“Like yo’,” you ajested yourself so you were face to face with him. “Tell your home boys to leave me alone before I decide to molly wop em” you warned. The man laughed again, leaning on you. “Okay” he said. “So, if we started dating will any one know?” he asked.You paused for a moment and thought about it.

“Well do you want people in your business” you retorted. “Nnoo, I’m so good off that”, “then there's your answer”. There was a long pause between the future couple. Miles rested his head on your shoulder as he looked out into New York city. You two weren’t really sure what to do from there. But you decided to be a little rebel today so you had the brilliant idea to skip class. “Wanna skip class,” you suggested.

The man sat up giving you and confused look. “Really, you wanna skip. The girl that has all A’s and hasn't missed a day in her single life no no reason, you of all people want to skip?” you playfully rolled your eyes and got up. “Hey I’m human to man” you say as an excuse shrugging your shoulders. “Plus, if we're gonna do this dating thing might as well hang out more” you shrugged again as you took your leave. But it took bub a while to process what you just said.

“Yea- wait what.N/n come back, what was that?!”

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Sorry for spelling errors. Or if shit somethings don't make since but I'm to lazy to read over it and fix it. So thats all you gang.

Anyways hop you enjoyed.

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #e.42 miles

[bacchant-of-dionysus]

Dionysus Epithets, prayers and devotional activities

Βακχος/Bakkhos/Bacchus - frenzied - “Dionysus Bakkhos, lead me in frenzy” - have a rave or dance party in his honour.

Βρομιος/Bromios/Bromius - noisy - “Dionysus Bromios, make my voice heard.” - scream at the top of your lungs.

Μαινολης/Mainôles/Maenoles - raging - “Dionysus Mainôles, let me process my rage” - punch a punching bag or pillow.

Νυκτελιος/Nyktelios/Nyctelius - of the night - “Dionysus Nyktelios, lull me to sleep” - take a night time walk

Λαμπτηρος/Lamptêros/Lampterus - torch bearer - “Dionysus Lamptêros, guide me through the darkness.” - light a candle in his honour.

Ἑστιως/Hestiôs/Hestius - of the feast - “Dionysus Hestios, bless this meal” - make a meal in his honour.

Κωλωτης/Kôlôtês/Colotes - spotted gecko - use as a symbol of Dionysus

Αυξιτης/Auxitês/Auxites - giver of increase - “Dionysus Auxitês, increase my fortunes” - use this as a blessing when starting a new business or adventure.

Φαλλην/Phallên/Phallen - of the phallus - “Dionysus Phallên, make me fertile.” - use a phallic object during sex to promote fertility.

Ανδρογυνος/Androgynos/Androgynus - sexually androgynous (both tops and bottoms) - “Dionysus Androgynos, make me versatile in bed.” - explore dominance and submission in BDSM.

Σταφυλιτης/Staphylitês/Staphylites - of the grape - “Dionysus Staphylitês, allow me to grow like the vine.” - grow a grape plant.

Ληναιος/Lênaios/Lenaeus - of the wine press - “Dionysus Lênaios, bless this drink.” - say this before drinking wine.

Θεοινος/Theoinos/Theoenus - God of wine - “Dionysus Theoinos, I honour you.” - use as his title when regarding this aspect of his divinity.

Αγαθοσ Δαιμον/Agathos Daemon/Agathus Daemon - the good spirit - “Dionysus Agathos Daemon, bring good fortune upon this house.” - bless the house by hanging this message above the door or in your Lararium (if you practice more Roman traditions)

Προτρυγαιος/Protrygaois/Protrygaeus - first of the vintage - “Dionysus Protrygaois, I offer you the first sip of my wine.” - go wine tasting.

Οινοψ/Oinops/Oenops - wine dark - “Dionysus Oinops, protect our brothers and sisters of colour and welcome them into our faith.” - donate to an anti racist charity or buy from a Brown/Black/Blak owned business.

Κισσιος/Kissios/Cisseus - of the ivy - “Dionysus Kissios, May my faith grow like ivy on your walls.” - make an ivy crown.

Κιττοφορος/Kittophoros/Cittophorus - ivy bearer - “Dionysus Kittophoros, bless this ivy.” - Make a thyrsus.

Ανθιον/Anthion/Anthion - of the flowers - “Dionysus Anthion, may the world bloom in your colours.” - make a flower crown.

Κιστοφορος/Kistophoros/Cistophorus - basket bearer - “Dionysus Kistophoros, my my basket always be full.” - weave a basket

Ερεβινθινος/Erebinthinos/Erebinthius - of the chickpea - put chickpeas on your altar.

Διμητωρ/Dimêtôr/Dimetor - twice born - “Dionysus Dimêtôr, welcome me into this new part of my life” - study the tarot card “death”

Αιγοβολος/Aigobolos/Aegobolos - goat slayer - “Dionysus Aigobolos, I make this sacrifice in your honour.” - take part in the slaughter, butchering and consumption of a goat.

Βουφαγος/Bouphagos/Buphagus - cow eater - “Dionysus Bouphagus, bless this steak.” - eat a steak in his honour.

Ανθροπορραιστος/Anthroporraistos/Anthroporraestus - man slayer - “Dionysus Anthroporraistos, slayer of men, destroy those who would stand in my way” - burn a straw man on a bonfire.

Λυσιος/Lysios/Lysius - releasing - “Dionysus Lysios, free me from what is holding me down.” - get a massage to release tense muscles

Ελευθερευς/Eleuthereus/Eleuthereus - of liberation, freedom - “Dionysus Eleuthereus, free me from my chains” break a wooden board in half with your hand (look up how to do this safely)

Ψιλαξ/Psilax/Psilax - (lifted on) wings - “Dionysus Psilax, let me fly high enough to see the bigger picture” - collect feathers for his altar.

Σαωτης/Saôtês/Saotes - saviour - “Dionysus Saôtês, save me from myself.” - address him as this when in times of desperation.

Σωτηριος/Sôtêrios/Soterius - recovery (from madness) - “Dionysus Sôtêrios, enable me to recover from this dark episode of my illness.” - go to therapy in his honour.

Πατρωιος/Patrôios/Patroeus - paternal, ancestral - “Dionysus Patrôios, Divine Father, guide me with your wisdom.” - trace your family history/ do a dna test

Αισυμνητης/Aisymnêtês/Aesymnetes - dictator - “Dionysus Aisymnêtês, Divine Ruler, I trust your plan for me.” - make a big decision with your faith in mind.

Πολιτης/Politês/Polites - citizen - “Dionysus Pilotês, stand up for the rights of the common people.” - attend a rally or pride event

Αγυιευς/Agyieus/Agyieus - protector - “Dionysus Agyieus, protect my homeland from harm.” - make a ward around your home.

Μυστης/Mystês/Mystes - of the mysteries - “Dionysus Mystes, bless this party” - throw a bacchanal

Χθονιος/Khthonios/Cthonius - of the earth/cthonic - “Dionysus Khthonios, older than the earth.” - pray to him outside, on the ground.

Μελπομενος/Melpomenos/Melpomenus - performer (in Greek tragedy) - “Dionysus Melpomenos, mask my emotions.” - make a theatre mask of Dionysus.

This is the completed version! If you like this list I would appreciate a small tip or patreon subscription, as it took hours to put together :)

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