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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (see full series here)

1993

The school year draws to a close, with the school still chattering away about Sirius. You spend it relatively simply, teaching the last of your classes and then finally handing out end-of-year exam results. You're glad to see Hermione gets an almost perfect score — and Ron and Harry do...well, they do okay. You make a mental note to start buckling down on their incessant chatting during class.

You also spend it full of worries. Your every waking moment seems to be consumed with thoughts about Sirius. He's out there, all alone, on the run — you can't imagine how he's feeling right now. It ties knots in your stomach. You just want to grab and hold him, caress his soft, smooth skin, run your hands through his silky curls —

You miss him.

You sit in your compartment on the Hogwarts Express, flicking through the latest edition of The Quibbler. It's quite a unique little publication, very quirky. Luna Lovegood, one of your second years — her dad is the editor, so you decided to pick up the magazine after she recommended it to you once.

You're currently skim-reading a very in-depth article about some sort of creature called an 'epippinpor', when the door to your compartment slides open and Harry pokes his head inside.

"Harry!" you greet. "Need something?"

He holds out a folded piece of parchment, smiling. "Padfoot."

You take the parchment from him as he leaves, closing the door again. You beam excitedly, throwing down The Quibbler and pulling the parchment into your lap. Dubh gets up and starts to sniff the parchment curiously and you giggle, full of giddiness like you're a young teenager again.

My darling love,

I hope you get this before you've left Hogwarts, otherwise it may be quite some time before this letter reaches you. I decided to put your letter in with Harry's, because I'm sure your post is being monitored.

Buckbeak and I are in hiding, so you don't need to worry. I have so many questions to ask you, so many things to tell...I guess they'll just have to wait. I miss you, my love, just like you miss the stars during the daytime.

I hope I haven't lost my romantic flair.

Also, you're a professor now? Very professional, Professor Black. I suppose it does have a pretty sweet ring to it. And Astronomy, too? I'm still your favourite star, right?

You snort, rolling your eyes. Typical. You can just imagine his face when he wrote that: signature smirk, maybe a wink.

Can I get a kiss for that when we reunite again?

Typical!

I wish I could be with you this summer. At our home. Also...do you have a cat? I thought I saw you with a cat. Come on, love, we are obviously a dog home!

I miss you so much. I miss your voice, your warmth, your beautiful face, your kisses. Especially the last one. It's not easy to go twelve years without a single kiss...even if the Dementors offered me several. I love you with all of my heart. If you need me for anything, Harry's owl will find me. All my love, Sirius. P.S. I love you. I can't wait to see you again.

You smile at the letter, eyes tracing the edges of his scratchy handwriting. Your stomach is full of fluttering butterflies and it really does feel like you're a schoolgirl again. You re-read the letter several times, smiling especially wide when he says he loves you or compliments you.

No, Sirius. You didn't lose your romantic flair. Not one bit.

You reach out to pet Dubh, still holding the letter in your hand.

Maybe next year will be a little different.

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"Here you go," you say, handing Remus his cup of tea. He accepts it, careful not to spill a drop, and gives you a grateful smile.

"Thanks."

"So, any news?" You ask, pulling your legs up onto the couch and folding them in beside you as you look at the man in front of you. You're sitting in your living room, a wonderfully cosy little room, warmed by soft rays of August sunshine. There's green plants dotted around, and the walls have photos and beautiful paintings decorating it. There's even a few of Remus' original paintings up there!

One big hobby of Remus' is painting, though he is very secretive about it. He paints beautiful landscapes and still-lifes...it calms him.

One particular painting catches your eye. You had once asked him to paint you a nice, simple picture of pottery. A jug, a bowl, a plate...just general pottery works. It's quite nice.

Remus shrugs. "Nothing really since last we spoke. How are your parents?"

You stayed with your parents last week. Dubh had been put into Remus' care, as she always is, and she always comes back a little fatter than before because Remus is a big softie.

"They're grand, yeah," you reply with a shrug. "I told them everything that happened and honestly they were pretty nonchalant about it all, you know how they are...Mam thought I was very stressed and made me one of her special herbal teas and honestly, it was amazing. Felt young again."

"You are young," Remus says with a sigh.

"Sure don't feel it," you say bitterly. "Could do with a dose of that special tea every morning."

"So this tea isn't special?" Remus asks, gesturing to the cup in his hand.

"Not at all," you reply with a short chuckle. "I asked her what she puts in it, and she said it was an 'age-old secret only passed down when the last generation has ceased and the next lives on'. She's lying, of course, she's only saying that to be mysterious. I'm beginning to think that it's just the placebo effect."

Remus nods thoughtfully. "I think I'm going to trust your mother's words and say it is an age-old secret."

"Suck up."

He raises his mug and gives you a mocking smile. You sigh.

"And," you continue, "Dad took me to the muggle cinema, and we seen this film called 'Mrs Doubtfire'. Moony, when I tell you I sobbed — Merlin, muggles sure know how to make an emotional impact. I'm beginning to think that truly, wizards aren't better than muggles because they get to have cool films and we don't. It's unfair, really, if you think about it."

"'Mrs Doubtfire'? What was it about?" Remus asks.

"A woman called Mrs Doubtfire, obviously," you say and he rolls his eyes. "But turns out it's not actually a woman, it's this guy whose wife divorced him and can barely see his kids, so he pretends to be their babysitter and puts on a wig and a mask and fake tits and everything — "

"And that made you cry?"

"It was emotional! Then he gets caught and can only see the kids with someone supervising the visits! Isn't that sad, Moony? It's much sadder in the movie."

He raises his eyebrows, humming in weak agreement. "Right."

You scoff, sighing. "Anyway...Quidditch World Cup is coming up! And guess who's going?"

"You? No way, how did you get tickets?" Remus asks in shock.

You grin. "Minerva McGonagall, the gem that she is! Sent me a letter yesterday morning. Said she happened upon two tickets and asked me to go with her."

"I didn't know the two of you were such good friends."

You shrug. "Sometimes it can be a bit odd because she used to be my teacher, y'know — but she's such fun to be around. I mean, I've told you before that we have tea together sometimes."

He nods thoughtfully. "Mhm, yes, I remember."

"Anyway, I'm really looking forward to it! I wish I could bring you with me," you say with a small apologetic smile.

Remus waves you off. "It's a full moon. I daresay I might steal the spotlight off the teams if I attend."

You laugh. "That may be so."

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generalllimaginesss · 10 months

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Beyond

Based on Leon Bridge’s song “Beyond” (one of my absolute favorites). I have so many unfinished drafts, so I decided to go ahead and finish this one. It’s probably terrible, badly proofread, etc., but, if you can, enjoy it :)

btw just about everything in here is completely made up from my imagination, so I’m sorry if there are inaccuracies or anything of the such.

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, birth, slight NSFW (not very detailed though), probably loads of other things but this is all my corrupt brain can think of as of right now

Don’t want to get ahead of myself

Feeling things I’ve never felt

It’s kind of hard for me to explain

Her personality and everything

Brings me to my knees

Jack Hughes was normally one of the most confident individuals. Not in a cocky or arrogant way, but in a way that he knew what he was capable and had to offer, and there wasn’t much that could waiver that feeling.

As soon as Dawson Mercer brought his sister to one of the team’s formal dinners since Ryleigh was out of town, every bit of confidence that Jack had faded into a puddle of self consciousness. He had always prided himself with being smooth with the ladies, but Y/N Mercer was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Her beauty didn’t stop at her looks though, no. She had this ability to captivate Jack, almost trance like. Jack was hanging onto every word of hers, and laughing when she would be quirky or funny.

Jack had never felt this way before. Every time him and Y/N would make eye contact he would fidget with his button up, run his fingers through his hair, and he even caught himself biting his nails a couple of times. Nico picked up on this behavior immediately, and really everybody else that knew Jack did too. This was so out of character for the man, so it was easy to connect the dots to the new girl in the room. Nico decided to rescue his friend from himself, pulling him to the side, away from everybody, and checking in on him.

“Are you ok?” Nico asked, forcing Jack to turn his back on Y/N and pay attention to him.

“Y-yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” Jack feigned confusion, but immediately began to grin. He knew he got caught, and couldn’t help but feel like this was such a boyish crush.

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” Nico chuckled. “Get it together or else she’s going to think you’re crazy,” Nico gave him a little liquid encouragement from his flask that he kept in his suit jacket and pushed his friend back to where the beautiful Mercer was standing.

Once the conversation was dying within the group, and Y/N had gone to get a drink, Jack followed. Y/N’s back was turned to him, so he gave her shoulder a feather tap with his finger. Jack subconsciously had moved over a bit, causing him to be out of view from the direction in which he tapped. Y/N looked over the original shoulder, and then to the other to see Jack. His face was beet red and he let out a nervous laugh.

“Sorry, um, I’m Jack, but you probably already know that since Dawson is one of my friends,” Jack was looking everywhere except Y/N’s face while he fidgeted his fingers. He was so absolutely mortified of his behavior, but as soon as Y/N opened her mouth his eyes shot up to her. Her voice was angelic, calming and he could sit and listen to her read a phone book.

“Yeah I’ve definitely heard some interesting stories about you. Not too bad though,” she giggled and Jack could feel his heart flutter.

“At least they’re not too bad, haha. Um, I just wanted to ask if you maybe would be available to go get lunch somewhere, or dinner. Really anything that works with your schedule,” Jack rambled on. His teammates, including Dawson, were watching the scene go down. It was absolutely painful watching the always confident professional hockey player melt into a puddle of goop before Y/N, but Dawson couldn’t help but feel a little pride that his sister was the reason.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” Y/N replied with a smile.

“Awesome! Yeah just let me know when, or I’ll ask you and see what works,” Jack felt a little weight off of his chest and turned to walk away.

“Oh, you’re number?” Y/N asked and Jack could feel his cheeks heat up. How stupid did he have to be to forget to ask for her number?

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he apologized and handed Y/N his phone so that she could type in her number. He then sent her a text message so that she would have his. They exchanged smiles, but kept distance for the rest of the night. Jack reunited with Nico and Dawson, finally feeling like he could breathe again.

“That was painful to watch,” Nico laughed. Jack flipped him off and looked at Dawson, who sported the biggest grin on his face.

“I don’t know what the fuck your parents did to create her, but that is a literal angel. Can I please take your sister out on a date?” Jack breathed out, eliciting a laugh from his two friends.

“Yeah, bud. Don’t fuck it up though. You think she’s an angel now, but you don’t want to get on her bad side,” Dawson admitted. Jack smiled, so excited to get to know this mysterious girl that has him absolutely folding.

She shines me up like gold on my arm

I wanna take it slow but it’s so hard

I love to see her face in daylight

It’s more than just our bodies at night

But she’s really temptin’ me, ooh

It had been a solid 3 months since Jack and Y/N had started going out. They didn’t wear a label yet, and the thought of rushing whatever this was absolutely terrified Jack. He had been on the bad end of many relationships, but none of them felt like this. Y/N accompanied Jack to many NHL events and awards, and everybody always commented on how happy the boy was. He couldn’t take any credit though because it was all Y/N.

After he had gotten over his initial nerves, it was like the two had known each other their whole lives. They connected on such a deeper level than just “liking” each other. It was like everything in the universe drove them together. So much so that the physical aspect of what they had was no match to their emotional and mental connection.

Jack wouldn’t lie, there were several times where Y/N would wear things that just made him feel THAT way, but he always managed to keep those feelings in check. The two had kissed, but that’s as far as it had gone so far. That is until their date to the lake.

The annual Hughes’ lake house vacation was in full swing, and this summer Jack decided to invite Y/N. He had planned a romantic date for the two: a picnic on a blanket by the water at sunset. He had packed sandwiches, wine, a homemade charcuterie board, and candles. This girl really had him in the palm of her hand. He was willing to do anything to express the love he felt for her.

They didn’t dress up, both wearing their swimsuits, and that was the problem. Y/N kept glancing at Jack’s body, almost hungrily, hoping he wouldn’t notice. However, when she wasn’t looking, Jack was biting his lip and trying to keep his friend under control.

The dinner went smoothly, and the sunset was breathtaking. As Y/N started to talk about the beauty of the sunset, Jack couldn’t control himself and smashed his lips on hers, his hands cupping her face gently while her hands went to his sides. He laid her down gently, supporting his weight with one arm and letting his fingers caress her skin with the other arm.

This wasn’t like any other kiss that they had before now. The passion that exuded from their bodies was far too great to be confined into a simple kiss. Things got heated to the point where Y/N lost her top in the middle of things. Jack wanted so bad to continue to show her with his mouth how much she meant to him, but he couldn’t help but think that she deserves better than having this moment in the dirt by a lake.

“Y/N I can’t let this be our first time. I need this to be perfect, and getting dirt in places where dirt shouldn’t be is not how I want to remember this,” he panted out. Y/N was slightly disappointed, but her heart grew when she realized that Jack was absolutely in love with her. She smiled, placed a peck on his nose, and placed her top back on.

The walk back to the house was about 10 minutes, and they never let their hands fall apart. They laughed and shared longing glances as they returned to the rest of the boys.

Do you think I’m being foolish if I don’t rush in?

I’m scared to death that she might be it

That the love is real

That the shoe might fit

She might just be my everything and beyond (beyond)

Space and time in the afterlife

Will she have my kids will she be my wife?

She might just be my everything and beyond

“Dude there’s no way you two have been going out for almost 4 months and still haven’t had sex,” Trevor was absolutely shocked. He knew his best friend like the back of his hand, and he didn’t think that Jack had gone 1 month, let alone 4, without sleeping with whatever girl he was with.

“Man, you don’t get it. This one is special. This one deserves for everything to be perfect before she gives herself to me. I can’t let it be in some hotel room that we’re at during the season. Like she’s actually got me thinking about waiting until we’re married,” Jack admitted. He just couldn’t ruin this relationship with her.

He finally asked her to be his girlfriend a few weeks ago, and everything was going so good, but there still wasn’t a time where he felt was perfect for them to take that next step.

“Woah there buddy, marriage?” Trevor’s jaw fell open as he grabbed his phone and turned the speaker button off and put it to his ear.

“Yeah, Z. She’s perfect. There’s never going to be anyone that makes me feel the way she does,” Jack smiled at the thought of building a future with such a special woman. It terrifies him to no end to know that a single person has this sort of effect on him, but he just began to embrace it eventually.

“Do you have a time frame for marriage?” Trevor asked.

“I don’t want to rush things, but I’ve already bought a ring and I’m thinking about doing it when we go home for Christmas,” Jack admitted.

“Oh yeah, no rush, just planning on getting engaged this year, already bought a ring, but no rush,” Trevor mocked, “You’re so fucking whipped, it’s disgusting,” Trevor groaned.

“Nah, Z-Man. I’m so fucking in love,” Jack chuckled on the other end of the phone thinking about his girl.

“Yeah, whatever, shut the fuck up, lover boy,” Trevor was slightly jealous of Jack’s relationship. He could only dream about finding somebody he could love as much as Jack loved Y/N. As much as he was jealous, he was just as happy to see Jack be so happy.

The two hung up the phone and Jack went to admire the ring. A part of him wanted to pop the question tomorrow, but the other part wanted everything to be planned out and perfect. He also was trying really hard not to rush into a marriage, which was a terrifying feeling. Holding yourself back from taking the next step and committing your life to somebody that you are absolutely in love with…there’s no other feeling like it. Jack wanted her for the rest of his life, but he had about 8 months to plan for the most important question of his life.

I wanna bring her ‘round to meet ya

I think you’d like her kind demeanor

I know that Grandma would’ve loved her

Like she was her own

She makes me feel at home

The first time that Jack brought Y/N home to meet his family in Michigan was nerve wracking at first, but turned into memories that he would treasure forever. Luke knew Y/N, but the rest of his family hadn’t gotten the chance to in the 5 months that they had been dating. Schedules were difficult to work with, but when the first opportunity to hop on a plane with Jack to Michigan arose, Y/N jumped on the idea. If his family was anything like him, Y/N would love them.

Jack, on the other hand, wanted them to love her as much as he did. Not that he didn’t think Y/N was good enough for his family, she was perfect. He was scared that his family would be too picky. They expected a lot out of each other, and Y/N was perfect as she was. He just wanted them to see that.

Once they reached the Hughes’ home, Y/N was beaming, and Jack was admiring her giddiness to meet everybody.

They grabbed their bags, and Jack went through the front door. There was a chorus of “Hellos” and hugs before Jack finally took a deep breath in and out.

“Mom, Dad, Quinn, this is Y/N. We’ve been dating for about 5 months now,” he smiled at his girl who was going to hug everybody. God, he loved her so much, and he soon would find out that his family adored her as well.

Later that night, after everyone had ate dinner Jack got the opportunity to sit down with just his mom. They talked about how his life was going, the things he would change about his approach at hockey for the next season, and they finally got on the topic of Y/N.

“So Y/N? How serious are we talking here?” Ellen flashed a cheeky grin at her middle son. As much as she loved him, she knew he held a reputation as a slight player. She was honestly surprised that her son had a relationship that had lasted this long.

“Don’t freak out on me, ok? Let me explain,” Jack began. Ellen looked very confused, but nodded for him to continue.

“I’ve bought a ring,” He stated as Ellen still looked confused.

“Like a promise ring?” She genuinely didn’t think that it was a possibility for him to have bought a wedding ring, like the thought never registered with her until Jack began to rub the back of his neck and began to explain.

“Not exactly. I bought a wedding ring a little while back. But I’m not planning on proposing until around December,” He explained as Ellen’s eyes grew wide and she sucked in her lips, biting them to hold back a miniature freak out.

“Honey, I love you so much. I admire the heart you have and how you love others, I truly do. But what the hell are you thinking? Do you know how much can happen in 8 months? What if she gets cold feet or wants to break up?” Ellen was whisper-yelling at him, trying her best to prevent the others from hearing Jack’s little secret.

The truth is Jack knew his mom had a point, but at the same time nobody truly knew how close Jack and Y/N were. They spent every free moment together and supported each other in all that they did. He just had to trust himself, which is what he had been doing this whole time and it’s paid off so far.

“Mom, I just know that’s who I’m supposed to marry. She’s kind, thoughtful, so selfless. Like when I think about my life partner, there’s nobody else that could possibly fulfill that role. When I think about the person I want my kids to learn from, Y/N is the only person that I would trust to help raise our kids with determination and morals. Please just trust me,” Jack was practically begging his mom.

Ellen couldn’t help but smile at the young love. The mom part of her was petrified that her son would get hurt, but watching Y/N treat them with respect and kindness backed up her son’s words about the girl. She had also never seen her son like this, so he had to be telling the truth.

As she got up from the couch, she ruffled her sons hair and kissed his forehead. “You’re crazy, but I love you,” she whispered in his ear, causing Jack to smiled up at her.

“Love you too, mom,” he blushed at the thought of Y/N Mercer turning into Y/N Hughes.

I give up, I’m in love cryin’ out to you

Oh me, oh my I can’t explain

She might just be my everything

The eight months that followed after his chat with his mom flew by, and now here everybody was gathered at his grandparents house on his dad’s side. Even though his mom’s side was Jewish, his dad’s side still celebrated Christmas with them being catholic. He had made sure to find time and communicate that with Y/N so that they would be making the get together with one another.

He wanted to make sure that Y/N had met everybody in his family before committing to a life with him. He didn’t want to propose in front of everybody, but he definitely needed a little moral support from his immediate family.

Without any doubt, his entire family adored Y/N. She got along with all of his cousins and aunts and uncles, and his grandparents went on and on about how she’s too good for Jack. He fell even more in love with her, if possible, when he caught her playing Barbie’s with some of the younger kids. He pulled his brothers to the side while Y/N was preoccupied to let them in on his plan.

“What I’m about to tell you two must stay between us. The only other people that know is Y/N’s family and mom and dad, ok? Well, and maybe Trevor, but that’s besides the point,” He began.

“I’m asking Y/N to marry me tonight. I’ve got it planned where we’re going to the dock where I’ve got people setting up marquee letters, there’s going to be fireworks and there’s flowers leading the way down there. I’m so fucking nervous right now, like almost as nervous as I was the first time I met her. Please just talk me down,” he rambled on.

Meanwhile his brothers were in shock. They knew that their brother was in love, but it had only been about a year and a half since the two had gone on their first date.

“Look I know you need words of encouragement, but what the fuck, Jack? Why are we just now finding out?” Quinn was the first to speak up, slightly hurt that he was just now hearing of this, but he soon could see how much this meant to his brother, so he warmed up to the idea.

“I needed it to be kept absolute secret. Y/N couldn’t even get a feeling that it was somewhere on the horizon,” Jack explained.

His brothers talk to him for about 30 minutes before people were starting to leave the get together. Jack noticed this and gave a glance to his mom for their family to leave. Jack and Y/N hugged everybody goodbye and drove back to the Hughes home with the rest of his immediate family. They made it there, Jack texting all of the people involved in the proposal eagerly, making sure everything was going as planned.

As they all got out of the vehicle, Jack took Y/N’s hand, smiling at her.

“Why don’t we take a late night walk by the lake? Just a quick one?” Jack asked. Y/N was a bit puzzled, but pulled her jacket tighter and following her boyfriend.

The two talked, walking slowly towards the frozen water. Y/N’s laughter and constant gazing at Jack distracted her from that of the marquee letters for as long as possible until the lights caught her attention and she realized that she was walking on rose petals. The words “Marry Me?” shining through the cold Michigan night.

Jack’s hands were sweating despite the freezing temperatures, but he continued to lead his girl closer to the lights with her hand in his. He could hear her sniffling and glanced over to see tears steaming down her face.

Once they reached the wooden dock, Jack grabbed her other hand and turned her body towards him.

“Y/N Mercer, you’re my absolute best friend. You are the only person that I truly feel this type of love for. I miss you the second I’m away from you, and I count down the minutes until I can see you again. I’ve truly tried to do everything right in this relationship, not rushing things, waiting until marriage, and I just want to be able to spend all of my waking moments with you. I can not bear to think of a life where I don’t have you, and I can’t help but feel like everyday I’m not married to you is a day I’m losing with you,” With that he pulled the Tiffany blue ring box out of his jacket and got down on one knee.

Y/N was almost sobbing at this point, her hands covering her nose and mouth as she watched her best friend on one knee. He truly had done everything right, and it wasn’t even a question if she would marry him.

“Y/N Mercer, will you do me the absolute honor of taking my last name and being my life partner?” Jack asked.

Y/N managed to nod her head, but she didn’t think she could form the ‘yes’ if she tried. She was practically bawling and Jack was infatuated with her.

“Is that a yes,” Jack chuckled and began to put the ring on her finger. She nodded feverishly and leaned into him as he stood up. They shared a passionate kiss, the only thing that could distract them from this moment was the fireworks over the lake and the cheers from the house.

“Oh my God I love you,” Y/N cried as she laid her head on Jack’s shoulder and admired the fireworks.

Once the show had ended they made their way back to the house where they were not only greeted by the Hughes, but also the Mercers. Jack’s brothers and Dawson hugged him and the moms hugged Y/N. Y/N truly couldn’t think of better person for her. She loved his family and him. She couldn’t wait to share a last name with her soulmate.

Space and time in the afterlife

Will she have my kids?

Will she be my wife?

She might just be my everything and beyond

Jack and Y/N had an engagement that lasted 6 months. They both felt like they had just enough time to plan their dream wedding and not feel rushed. Their wedding was absolutely stunning. The cake, the venue, her dress…everything was better than imagined.

Nothing topped the moment, however, when Jack saw Y/N in her wedding dress for the first time walking down the aisle with her dad. Jack’s breath hitched and he felt tears stinging his eyes. He tried to keep it together, he really did, but when Quinn gave his shoulder a squeezed, and Jack looked over at tears in his older brother’s eyes, he began to let his tears fall as well.

Y/N was absolutely stunning. Jack truly didn’t understand how he had managed to not only catch her attention at that party so many months ago, but how in the world had he kept her.

Her dad had announced that him and Y/N’s mom were giving her away and he turned to hug Jack. He gave him a squeeze and whispered in his ear before letting go, “We love you, Kid.” Jack nodded and thanked him.

The ceremony was stunning, and their vows were endearing.

“Jack Hughes, before we get to the sappy stuff I just need to let everybody know how we happened,” Y/N chuckled, her voice hitching when she glanced at him, a tear streaming down Jack’s face.

“Jack Rowdy Hughes was an absolute mess the first night I had met him,” and with that everybody laughed, especially the Devils players that were there to witness the tragedy that was a love stricken Hughes Brother.

“I had always heard stories from Dawson about how bold and straightforward you were, but that night I feel like I knew who you were immediately. You were a man who’s heart held so much love that you couldn’t contain it. I’m so happy and blessed to say that you haven’t wavered, but gotten stronger in your love. You have showed me what true love should look and feel like, and there will never be another person like you. I promise to love, support, and cherish you until my heart stops beating. I promise to calm you down when you chew the ref out for bad calls, and to love you even when you are missing a few teeth. I can’t wait to begin this life with you as your life partner,” Y/N concluded, squeezing Jack’s hand as he composed himself enough to begin his vows.

He had been skeptical at writing his own vows, but in this moment he knew exactly what to say.

“I really wasn’t expecting you to out me like that, but I can’t say anything because it’s true,” He laughed, causing a chain reaction in the wedding guests.

“Y/N Mercer, I knew you were going to be my wife the second I laid eyes on you. I didn’t know how, or when, but I knew that when I envisioned my future, you were there at every important moment. If I’m being honest, I bought that ring a little over 3 months of dating you. Nobody understands me quite the way you do. Sometimes we don’t even have to tell each other how we feel, it’s merely a look and we know. I promise to always put you first. I promise to love you with every single fiber of my being. My life has been filled with so much love and joy since knowing you, and I can’t wait to feel that for the rest of my life,” Jack concluded.

The two exchanged rings and the priest prayed over the two.

“It’s with the utmost privilege that I pronounce you man and wife. Jack, you may kiss your bride,” And at those words Jack smiled at his new wife and planted a loving, eager, tender kiss on her lips.

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After the wedding, the two could not get enough of each other’s bodies. Waiting for over a year to have sex had built up so many thoughts, and needless to say the two were always busy. After Trevor and Caufield had walked in on them in the middle of it, it was a known fact to knock before coming into their house.

The two weren’t planning on kids anytime soon, but honestly they weren’t trying to prevent it. Money wasn’t an issue, Y/N had landed and job where she could work from home, and they had just recently adopted a puppy that kept her company when she missed Jack during the hockey season.

After feeling like she had the flu for what felt like two weeks, she finally did the math of when her last period was and began to freak out. As soon as she possibly could, she ran to target and bought a variety of different tests, knowing that she was going to take so many of them to be sure whether she was or wasn’t pregnant.

She took about 4, leaving them face up on the bathroom counter as she walked out. She couldn’t possibly just sit there and wait for the results. After her timer on her phone had gone off, she nervously made her way back to the tests. She felt dizzy as every single one indicated that she was, in fact, pregnant.

Jack wouldn’t be home for another 3 days, so she successfully managed to keep her mouth shut about it while she came up with a way to tell him. She managed to get an appointment with her OBGYN and took home the sonograms that were made, the baby so tiny it was hardly noticeable.

She picked out a cute onesy, took a fresh pregnancy test, and placed the sonogram all carefully into a gift bag and left it out on the counter when Jack got home. He curiously walked over to the back and looked at Y/N.

“What’s this for?” He questioned, causing a smile to inch onto his wife’s face.

“Just open it,” Y/N replied, to which he raised his eyebrows cautiously and carefully removed the paper.

The first thing he saw was the onesy, so he was a little confused. But when he saw the sonogram and the test he snapped his head toward his wife.

“Are you serious?” He didn’t think that she would joke about this, but he was in complete shock.

Y/N nodded and made her way to him. They both had tears glistening in their eyes as they embraced. He pulled away from Y/N slightly and looked her in the eyes.

“I’m actually going to be a dad, and you’re actually going to be a mom?” He already knew the answer, but he just needed to hear it from you again.

“Yes, my love. We’re going to be parents!” Y/N squealed.

———

Telling everybody was one of their favorite parts about the pregnancy. Getting to see everybody so excited, and seeing all of the love that was shown to their new little family was amazing.

As soon as Y/N had a visible bump, Jack was obsessed with it. He would rant to it about stupid calls during a game, he would attempt to sing to it, and he would pepper it with kisses all the time. Sometimes he would accidentally let a few curse words slip to it, earning him a thump from Y/N, but she secretly enjoyed seeing him so fascinated with it.

When the bump grew bigger and Y/N struggled with back pain, he would hold her belly for her while she enjoyed the pressure being taken away slightly. As much as she enjoyed feeling the little kicks and flutter, the little one was running out of room to move around, causing mama to struggle with the basics like breathing and walking.

Y/N was at 39 weeks and was feeling absolutely miserable. She felt bad because she was quick to snap at Jack, but he knew it was only because of the life growing inside of her.

The Devil’s had just made it to the playoffs, but had a few days between their next game. Jack was weary to leave the house, even if it was to go practice. He was scared to death that he would somehow be late, or miss his baby’s birth.

After coming home from a pretty intense practice, he found that Y/N was walking laps around their house.

“Babe, you ok?” Jack’s concern seeped through his voice.

“No. I need this baby out. I’m losing my mind,” she groaned. Jack chuckled at this.

“Can we please have sex? I have tried everything else and it’s not working. I’ve tried exercise balls, walking, spicy foods, literally every single thing. I made a list from TikTok videos of things that can induce labor and none of it is working. What I haven’t tried is sex, though,” Y/N rambled on as Jack slowly made his way to his wife. He smirked and grabbed her hips as he led her to their bedroom.

Yeah he was tired and sweaty and actually disgusting, but if Y/N wanted to have sex then that’s what he was going to do.

After undressing each other, Jack laid on his back and had Y/N straddle him. They were extremely limited in the positions they could do, but being on top was equally enjoyable for both of them.

Y/N let out a low moan as soon as she felt him inside of her. She sat still for a few seconds, adjusting to Jack, but then began to bounce up and down.

Jack helped out when he could feel her slow down, supporting her under her thighs and giving her an extra push.

When they swapped positions to doggy style, it didn’t take long for Jack to feel close to the edge. Just as he was about to get off, he felt liquid drip out of Y/N as she let out a hiss.

“Babe that’s a little rough,” she groaned.

“Y/N I think your water just broke, holy shit,” he tried to stay calm, but he was freaking out.

Y/N wasn’t in any significant pain, it just felt like the Braxton Hicks contractions she had been enduring for a few days, that is until she felt a searing pain shoot through her.

“I think we need to go to the hospital,” She announced and Jack immediately got together the hospital bag. The car seat was already in the car, and they were off to the hospital.

They kept track of how far apart each contraction was, and it was averaging about 3 minutes.

Once they got checked into a room, Y/N was able to relax, following all of the steps of her birthing plan.

Jack watched in complete awe. He admired the strength that his wife exuded. She was incredible.

With each contraction, Jack made sure to let her squeeze his hand as tight as she needed to. He tried to help her control her breathing, and all he wished was for the pain to go away and for their baby to be here already.

When the time came to push, he could tell that Y/N was a little scared.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she cried to Jack. Jack rubbed her shoulders in reassurance.

“Babe you are so fucking strong. You didn’t come this far to back out. You can do anything, especially bring our baby into this world,” he encouraged her. That’s all she needed in order to do just that.

With 4 pushes later, the sound of crying filled the room along with tears from Jack and Y/N. Jack couldn’t help it, he started to sob with Y/N as soon as he saw the baby’s tiny figure. Sure it was a little gross looking with all of the goop on it, but he didn’t care. It was his family that they had built together.

“Congratulations you two! It’s a baby girl,” the doctor announced as he placed the baby on Y/N’s chest. Jack wouldn’t mind being a girl dad, he was ecstatic.

After Baby Hughes was cleaned off and the nurses and doctor checked Y/N out, the three of them had their own time together, alone, for the first time.

“So we do know what we’re going to name her, right?” Jack questioned. The two of them had discussed names for a while now, but Jack honestly couldn’t remember what was decided.

“Ella Dawson Hughes,” Y/N announced. Ella came from Ellen, and Dawson was obvious since without him none of this would be happening.

“Absolutely perfect,” Jack managed to croak out.

After a few hours, the two decided to allow visitors to come in and see the baby. The families were first, followed by just about the whole Devils team, then came the various other NHL players like Trevor, Jamie, Caufield and Turcotte. It was such a beautiful thing to watch these tough athletes turn to mush around such a tiny human. It was even more heartwarming when they hugged Y/N and Jack, filled with so much pride for the two of them.

When the last of the visitors left for the day and it was just Jack holding a sleeping baby Ella, and a sleeping Y/N, he let more tears fall. As much as he had loved his wife, nothing could have prepared him for the surplus of emotions his heart was going through watching his best friend become a mom, and seeing the result of their love coming into fruition.

Baby Ella scrunched her nose, letting out a small cry.

“It’s ok, my love. Daddy loves you,” he let her grip his finger and rocked her slightly, lulling her back to sleep.

This was his life, and he was totally in love with it.

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagines #nhl fic #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #luke hughes #alex turcotte #cole caufield #dawson mercer #nhl imagine

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vvventanni · 2 years

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Headcanons that Eddie just mercilessly, relentlessly, constantly flirts with Steve because he has the biggest crush and the more he tries to tell himself to stop flirting the more he can’t stop.

He can’t help but go crazy over the flustered confused look on Steve’s face every time he calls him a pet name. He knows Steve is straight and he really needs to stop but he’s been doing this for so long now it might be even weirder if he changed his behavior now so it’s stuck.

Cue Steve having a proper bisexual crisis. He doesn’t understand why Eddie being cocky and flirting with him gets him so hot and bothered. He figures that’s just how Eddie is, he’s this charismatic and quirky with everyone. He’s touchy with everyone. (Which is somewhat true but even the hellfire kids are starting to notice that Eddie picks on Steve more than anyone else.)

Steve finally confides in Robin after months of panicked blushing and feeling too hot whenever Eddie is around. He knows he likes girls. He’s a major flirt with every girl his age in Hawkins. So why does Eddie acting like how Steve flirts with girls get him so ruffled??? Why do Eddie’s words make him feel the same way a girl makes him feel if he for sure likes GIRLS. Robin stares at him dumbfounded and cautiously, carefully, she pries “Steve…you do know…people can like both. You know that right?”

“Both?” Steve whispers. His eyes widening and he goes silent for a full 5 minutes. Robin thinks he’s had a damn stroke. Until Steve’s face goes bright red, his ears flushing pink. “You can like both?” He exhales like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders. Robin shoves Steve so hard he falls over.

“Holy SHIT Steve. You’re bisexual! You dingus!”

“So…when I feel all weird when Eddie gets too close to me…that’s…okay? I can want to kiss a girl but also want to… to….” He buries his face in his hands, blushing even harder.

“Oh my god YES STUPID YOU WANT TO KISS MUNSON.”

After a few weeks of processing this information he realizes it’s time to flirt back with Eddie. He doesn’t know if flirting is different when it’s for a guy but he figures okay. Flirting is something he can do. Steve Harrington is the king of flirting. An expert at laying it on thick, smooth, cocky.

So when he finally grits his teeth and goes for it, saying some overly cocky line with one eyebrow arched at Eddie, looking him up and down. The tables have turned.

Eddie who’s always been the cocky one because he thinks it’s just a game, that straight as can be Steve Harrington just thinks he’s fucking with him. He realizes that Steve is flirting BACK and his brain short circuits. All confidence out the window. His voice is high pitched, squeaky, his cheeks pink and he can’t stop stuttering.

And oh damn If that isn’t the cutest thing Steve has ever seen. No wonder Munson had kept making him flustered on purpose.

((Later Eddie runs to Robin, talking a million miles an hour and clutching his chest. Asking Robin what the FUCK was going on with Harrington today because his lovesick heart can’t take it))

#steddie #eddie munson fics #eddie munson headcanon #steddie headcanon

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months

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Hey Raven, are you going to watch the upcoming new Disney movie "Wish"?

I've seen mixed reviews, but i'm lowkey excited since we get to see a new Disney villain, especially since Disney got really lame villains after all the old classic movies!

Have you seen the trailer for the movie? What are your thoughts so far?

I saw Wish with a friend recently! I'll give my thoughts on the trailers here (in case you don't want spoilers for the film itself) and put my full thoughts beneath the cut (if you're okay with spoilers).

Looks-wise, I think Disney was definitely trying to go for something more stylistic and painting-esque for this?? And while I commend the effort, it definitely doesn't look as interesting as Puss in Boots 2: The Last Wish. The humor also definitely isn't for me, it feels very "quirky" and "so relatable" (Asha reminds me of Mirabel in that sense), and other times too juvenile (like the goat butt joke). I do like the idea of the villain passing as a good guy in-universe and actually being vain and selfish, especially since the marketing is making it clear who the bad guy is rather than making it a "twist" villain scenario. Not sure if I like Magnifico himself though??? All the ads with him in it feel like Disney is trying too hard to make people thirst for him. From just the trailers, Magnifico does seem interesting and like more of a return to the traditional "villain" rather than the protagonist having to deal with an existential dread or concept.

***Spoilers for Wish beneath the cut!***

Right off the bat, my first impression is the narrative is SO ham-fisted. Within the first 5 minutes alone we're establishing so much information and in such a clunky, unnatural way. Like... Asha says hi to her friends but then they robotically have a dialogue where they overtly call each other "friends" just so it's clear to the audience (when in reality no one talks like that). It's telling instead of showing, and this happens sooo many times early in the film.

Could not for the life of me remember the friends or their names. There were just too many of them when 1 or 2 would have been just fine to move the plot along and to help Asha. (Yes, I know they're a reference to the 7 Dwarves but it's STILL not necessary to have so many just for a reference.)

Bruh, the makeup in this movie is on point. Every time there was a close up of a character, I was staring at their eye makeup (especially Asha and the queen's).

Asha as a protagonist was... fine? She feels very close to Mirabel and at times Rapunzel in her character. I didn't dislike her by any means, but she didn't reinvent what it means to be a Disney protag. Her motivations also come off as… really “out of nowhere”. We’re told she “cares too much”, but she initially only wants to save the wishes of her mom and grandpa; she randomly decides she has to free ALL wishes midmovie and that was jarring. There could have been a smoother transition. Instead, it was abrupt and Asha didn’t change in any meaningful way. Even her “I want” song was vague (what exactly is “to have something more for us than this”?) and didn’t connect well with her character.

I do really like her design though! Her freckles, earrings, and how her hair moves are my favorite details.

Valentino was not as annoying as I thought he would be. Still didn't care for his sass and brand of humor, but at least he helped out a few times.

I called it, the film is trying so hard to make Magnifico "hot" 🤡 I don't get it but okay, Mouse. I see your effort.

Loved his fit!! Very cool cloak and diamond/star motifs everywhere! His lab and study was also fun to look at.

I quite liked the moments when the queen talked to her husband and tried to smooth things over with him. “I can fix him energy”— Their relationship seemed very genuine at the start of the movie.

NOT THE WISH NEPOTISM...

If they were going for “sympathetic” with Magnifico, it didn’t work. He gave this backstory about how he was traumatized before + left as the only survivor of a great tragedy and so now he wants to use his magic to prevent that from happening to anyone else. Thing is, we only ever know about this via his word and staring at a half-burnt tapestry. We never see the event on screen, nor what was left of the tapestry. I was expecting a twist where it’s revealed that he lied all this time about his backstory and rewrote history so he could more easily manipulate the people of the kingdom he founded and live out the fantasy of being worshipped as a “good guy”. That was such a missed opportunity!!

Something else I was thinking of (this was during “This is the Thanks I get” was??? Maybe Magnifico started off genuinely good but became worn down over time as people’s wishes grew more selfish and they became ungrateful for what they had?? Then he could have become bitter and disillusioned by the behavior of his people.

Another idea is maybe Magnifico was “villainous” only in Asha’s eyes, since they don’t agree on how to best handle granting wishes. This would be more of a clash of ideologies rather than the traditional Obvious Evil vs Obvious Good that Disney is so known for, but hey, it could be a neat evolution of their storytelling from classic fairy tale roots.

This is to say that there were so many more interesting directions they could have gone with Magnifico’s motives, character, and portrayal 😭 but the second half of the movie never commits to any of these, they just blame his complete insanity and turn to the dark side on Forbidden Magic which is such a cop-out.

The trailers gave away the twist that Magnifico was the villain. It wasn’t revealed until like the second song into the movie. Would’ve worked better as an on-the-spot reveal rather than part of the marketing, in my opinion.

When they showed the wishes, the TWST fan in my was shouting, "OMG IT'S WISH UPON A STAR, THE LIMITED TIME STORY EVENT FROM THE HIT DISNEY MOBILE GACHA GAME TWISTED WONDERLAND!!!"

As Wish is Disney's anniversary film for 100 years, there were tooons of easter eggs scattered throughout. (I had fun looking for them!) Some were visual (I saw Aurora's dress, Snow White’s well, Peter's Pan's costume, Ursula's green smokey hands, Asha's robes resembling those of the Fairy Godmother, etc.) or extended imagery/scenes (Asha recreates Mulan's dinner and “Reflection" scenes), others were more overt lines of dialogue (Magnifico says the "Mirror, Mirror" lines along with others, a deer named “Bambi”, Valentino mentions an animal metropolis in reference to Zootopia, etc.).

In theory, the wish magic sounds cool but has so much that isn't explained??? And yeah, it's magic so it technically doesn't have to be. However, there are things not explained even when it is important to the plot. For example, Magnifico crushes some wishes and seems to absorb their power for himself (including the wish of Asha's MOM, so you'd think this would be important)? The consequence of this is that the wish's owners... become sad??? Okay, what are the long-term effects??? Why isn’t this fully explored?? But then later in the film we see the same people whose wishes were crushed... regenerate their wish??? So what, he has to keep reaping them??? And why are the wishes only taken at 18 years old? What if a wish changes? Ironically, the townspeople of Rosas have a scene where they question the technicalities of this wish magic. Magnifico essentially tells them to shut up, and it kinda felt like Disney was telling us to not question their lore www

It was weird that they never fully explored the ramifications of going without your wish. You’d think they’d show us people without ambition or hope (which would incentivize Asha to return their wishes), but everyone seems blissfully happy without their wishes?? The only exception is Asha’s friend that betrays her (cannot for the life of me remember his name), and that’s namely because his asshole friends keep ragging on him for it.

I thought the movie was going to go in a “you can make your own wish come true!!” direction but NOPE, turns out it’s just magic. Felt like Disney unintentionally wrote a whole movie about "wishes not coming true unless some big powerful entity allows it to come true” (Asha literally becomes the fairy godmother of Rosas at the end, making her ultimately no different than Magnifico)… ie a metaphor for how Disney owns so many properties it practically owns our childhoods www

"The power of friendship saves the day" ending 🤣 It was very Paper Mario ending-esque...

A song saving the day though?? It’s giving the Illumination Lorax film…

I was right about the humor. Too "quirky" and/or juvenile for me.

Animation was alright? Nothing awful about it, it just didn't feel as detailed or as experimental as other films with a similar style.

Songs were mid, which checks out with the recent Disney music excluding We Don't Talk About Bruno--

Some of the lyrics however were awful. “I let you live here for free and I don’t even charge you rent” is redundant. “So I throw caution to every warning sign” means you’ll show more caution than usual, not that you’ll forego caution. The correct expression is “throw caution to the wind”. Etc, etc, etc.

There was a cute after credits scene where they reveal that Asha's 100 year old grandpa (same age as Disney omg) wrote the "When You Wish Upon a Star" theme, which was sweet since his wish was "wanting to make a mark".

THE BEST PART OF THE MOVIE WAS STAR!! It was very cute (partly because it couldn't talk and just jingled and giggled, I was dreading another annoying mascot animal voice) and reminds me of my own pet… The way Star infused everything with glitter and formed unique shapes with the red twine was so fun 😭 I'M A STAR STAN, IT WAS ADORABLE AND KINDA BRATTY AND I'M LIVING FOR IT

Decent ideas, "meh" execution. Enchanted and Shrek did it better in terms of self-aware, fairy tale defying stories. It felt as though the movie was trying to deliver a profound message but got lost in the sauce of making as making Disney references possible and didn't fully commit to actually saying something meaningful. As a result, the film feels somewhat… hollow.

That one friend betraying Asha was the biggest surprise in the film but I still saw it coming 😂 I do get where he’s coming from though (being worried that his wish won’t ever come true) but it also felt like his conflict wasn’t resolved??? It might have gone better if the movie actually fully tried to push the “you can make your own wish come true” message (to reinvigorate the traitor to make his dreams a reality on his own) but they don’t 💦

Wish didn’t end up being “the wishing star’s origin story” because not once did anyone question where Star came from or why it was different from other stars (or what the significance of Magnifico blotting out the other stars was).

I think the people that would enjoy this movie are the people that are already highly invested in Disney and the nostalgia of it.

... Anyway, stan Star 🤩 (and the talking mushrooms 🍄)

#wish #disney wish #spoilers #question #notes from the writing raven #puss in boots 2 #the last wish #puss in boots 2: the last wish #Mirabel Madrigal #Encanto #Asha #twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Rapunzel #Enchanted #Shrek #Queen Amaya #King Magnifico

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silassinclair · 1 year

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“You’re my Muse”

[Billy H. x Artistic Reader] 🎨

Summary: Y/n loves Billy’s face. He’s just so handsome and gorgeous and UGH. She loves holding his face and looking into his eyes, and Billy is just like, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF

Glam metal music played softly from Billy’s stereo. The volume was turned down more than his usual listening volume because his girlfriend Y/n was doodling in her sketchbook on his bed. He absolutely adored her. She was cute seven ways to sunday. Her cute little hobby of drawing, her love for bugs, but most importantly was her weird fascination for his face.

Weird because it was only his face. Her pages were full of realistic sketches of his face at many different angles and making many different expressions. He was flattered and never questioned it, but it got to the point where she would hold his face in her hands for long minutes at a time and just stare adoringly.

Billy loves her to the moon and back but he cannot help but feel… a little weirded out by her quirky behavior, not in a bad way of course. So he finally asks, “Hey baby?”

The sound of pencil on paper stops. “Yeah Billy?” Y/n asks and crawls over to him. He was seated on the floor against the bed she was on so she leaned down and put her cheek against his, another thing she did quite often.

“Not to sound mean.” He starts, “But I gotta ask you, what is with you and always being all over my face. I know that I’m handsome and attractive and the hottest guy ever but I can’t help but feel like you have a weird fascination for my face.” He says with a light grin.

An awkward pause fills the room. Even the song on the stereo was quieting down, playing it’s last part.

“Well uh.” Y/n say straight up and scratched her neck. She knew this day would come. After all personal space is important so of course her boyfriend would question her weird actions. “I just really like your face.”

Billy turned around with a quirked up eyebrow and a smirk. “Oh I know that babe. That’s why you’re all over me after all. But I wanna know more. Give me the sweet juicy details.” His thumb brushed against her hand that he had held in his.

“To put it simply, you’re my muse Billy.” She said with a smile. Her head tilted to the side to see Billy’s facial expression change from smugness to wonder.

“Your jawline is sharp, cheekbones are prominent, and your eyes,” Y/n gently takes hold of his face. His head is turned up as her fingers trace gently against his jaw. Billy is at a loss for words, no one has EVER said anything like this to him before.

“Your eyes are absolutely stunning. I could drown in that gorgeous blue color.” She places a small peck on the space between his eyes.

“And don’t get me started on your lips.” Her thumb traces the plump bottom lip. “They’re so smooth and plump. I just wanna kiss em all day.”

At this point Billy’s face was as red and flush as the crimson paint Y/n used in her artworks. The affection was almost overwhelming. His brain simply couldn’t process how someone so sweet, cute, and humble could adore him this much. He thought men were the ones who were supposed to fluster their girlfriends, but apparently it was the other way around right now.

“I love all of you.” Y/n whispered softly and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

In the blink of an eye Billy pounced and had Y/n pinned under his body. Her arms spread limply by her sides under the soft cushion of Billy’s mattress.

“Do you really mean that?” Billy said. His tone was like a whisper. Hope in his voice wishing it were true, but he knew it was too good to be true. “All that you said, you mean it?” His golden brown locks fluttered from side to side, framing his perfect face.

The girl reached a hand up to cup the jaw of her lover above. A smile painted her face. “I meant every word, love.” That petname for him had hime weak in the knees any time she said it, which was pretty rarely. Usually she’d just call him Billy, baby, or B.

Billy leant down and trapped her lips in a heated kiss. He never wanted tor leave this moment. In between kisses Y/n giggled, her arm’s wrapped around his neck lovingly.

“Aw? Is my sweet boyfriend flustered? Or do you just really like being praised and complimented?”

A growl escaped the depths of his throat. “How could I not be a blushin’ mess when you say shit like that?” His lips traced the shell of her ear. “God I don’t deserve you baby.” His whisper sent a shiver down her spine.

She smirked and batted her lashes, “Oh and that sexy voice of yours, I could listen to it all da-”

She was cut off with a kiss. Her boyfriend’s eyes were wide and his cheeks were on fire, his bottom lip twitching too much so he bit down on it.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll show you how much I love you more.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fluff #stranger things fanfiction #fluff

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dnd-writes · 1 year

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Aeong

AO3

Tags: catgirl!Olivia Hye, furry, pet play, oral sex, edging, food play, fingering, finger sucking, squirting

“Purrrrrr…”

“Nggg… Hyunjin… stop…”

You feel something lick you on the cheek, a long, dry, rough lick across the side of your face.

“Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…”

You try to remain quiet and ignore her advances but all of a sudden something heavy presses onto your chest. The weight made it hard for you to breathe so you were forced to awaken from your cozy rest.

“Aish, Hyunjin.”

You finally give in to the annoyance and sit up, holding the nuisance in your hands. “Mmmmeeeeooooowwwwww,” she purrs so loudly, it feels like holding a little engine in your hands. In an instant your scowl fades and a smile grows on your face. Who could stay angry at her? Certainly not you. How could anyone? With how cute her little face is, how beautiful her big brown eyes are, how soft and smooth her orange fur is, and how soft and mellow her tiny meows are.

You quit staring when she starts squirming in your hands and meowing at you, alerting you of her need. “Oh God, it’s already 8 am. I’m so sorry, Hyunjin. Come on, let’s get you fed.” You let go of Hyunjin and she sprints out of the room and down the stairs with you not long behind.

Hyunjin sits patiently by the bowl. You give her a quick pet and give her her much awaited breakfast before heading back to your room. You close the door behind you to prevent any more intrusions with your rest. However, as you try to sneakily slip back into bed you alert the other occupant. Either you caused too much of a fuzz as you got in or your naughty hands woke her up, could be both but it was most certainly the latter.

“Mmmrrrrrooooowwwwww…” yawns your faux feline friend beside you.

“Good morning to you too.” You nudge yourself closer, feeling her smooth, naked sides slowly. You nuzzle your mouth into her nape and she purrs in excitement.

Your girlfriend, Son Hyeju, is a cat girl. It was definitely weird from the beginning: Hyeju used to meow and purr randomly, while it put you off slightly, you just thought it was a quirky thing she was doing and decided to brush it off. Then she slowly started acting like a cat, walking on all fours and licking herself and you, now things were starting to really weird you out but your love for her was strong so you just let it slide. Then she started buying cat stuff, you were about to say something but then she surprised you with a little kitten, brushing all your worries away in an instant.

It was a nice diversion but it wasn’t enough, she really wanted to be a catgirl and she wanted you to accept it but you weren’t showing any signs of warmth. Taking things little by little wasn’t doing the trick so Hyeju took a leap of faith and went to a whole ‘nother level, a level she knew you couldn’t resist - sex.

One day you just came home to Hyeju wearing the hottest Catwoman cosplay you’ve ever seen and nothing turned you on so much, you didn’t even know it turned you on so much. You didn’t know if it was the tight spandex that clung to her curves, the newfound cat-like demeanor, or just Hyeju in general being unexpectedly spicy in the bedroom. But one thing was for certain and that was the immediate click in your head upon laying your eyes on her, the two of you fucked until the morning, never forgetting that night and what happened in it.

From there she ditched the Catwoman cosplay for a more generic cat costume, from every week, it now happened every other day. Then she ditched the cat costume for a more simplistic style: plain cat paws for her hands and feet and cat ears for her head, from every other day, it was now everyday. Finally, she touched up her look with a cat tail buttplug, a collar with her name on it, and ultimately losing her “human” clothing - just walking around the place naked save for her get-up. All of a sudden it was her way of life, just something you found yourself agreeing with because of her persuasions, not that you really minded anymore.

And now you’re here, laying in bed, spooning your catgirl of a girlfriend. “We’ve got the weekend to ourselves, babe. Do you want to do anything today or are we just gonna lie down and sleep?” you ask rather redundantly. Your free arm hooks over her and starts to slowly tease away at her clit, enough stimulation for a few little moans and purrs but not enough for proper satisfaction.

“Purrrrr… Ngggh, c-can I have some milk, oppa? I’m hungry.”

“I knew you’d say that, c’mon.”

“Mmmeow~”

You turn over and toss your boxers away. Hyeju springs in joy, perhaps even more excited than you are. She takes her spot between your legs like always, her hips high in the air, posed just like a cat stretching. However, before she could advance you stop her. “Hyeju, we talked about this. No paws, right?”

In an instant she whines, flashing her signature mad kitty eyes and cute pouty lips in an act of defiance. However, you counter with a move of your own, you grab the packet on your table and shake it above her.

“You love this right? You want some?” You await an answer but she was too focused on the snack to even listen to you, words just flying through her ears. But the long, articulated “Mmmeeeooowwwwww” was the only approval you needed.

All sense of contempt flies out of the window as Hyeju feasts her eyes on her favorite snack, salmon-flavored biscuits. It was her favorite treat in the whole world and she would do anything just to get a taste of it. “No gloves… please?”

“Hmph, fine.” With a sigh of defeat, she takes the gloves off, all with a scowl on her face, throwing it both playfully at your face. Upset, but compliant, anything for those delicious biscuits.

You relax in your spot as you let Hyeju do her work. The heat coming from her mouth paired perfectly with the cold coming from her small hands, it sends a dainty little tickle through your spine. As much as she was dying inside craving for those treats, she was still very playful. She loved to play, loved to tease. As always, she loved to play as an inquisitive cat.

She stares at your cock wide-eyed as if seeing it for the first time. Even without the gloves her hands still maneuvered like paws, balled up slightly, taking light jabs on your shaft. However, her curiosity got the best of her, striking just a little too hard, she sent your dick swinging and it hit her on her face. It made her hiss while it made you chuckle.

As the saying goes, “Curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought it back.”

“Come on, Hyeju. Be gentle,” you tell her. Calmed and tamed, Hyeju returns to her playful and jolly self again.

Shaking her ass, waving her tail, as if conveying the excitement of a real one. Hyeju starts with licking the tip, tasting the appetizer. Her tongue soft and wet, one of the few things about herself she can’t turn into a cat, very grateful you are that she couldn’t.

Her soft muscle meets your hardened one, quickly springing into a steady rhythm, darting across and around your swollen tip. Hyeju giggles at you writhing to her tease, a sinister mock on that evil cat’s face as she toys with her helpless prey. She finally takes you into her mouth but not all the way, just enough for you to be barely satisfied. These were one of the few moments she had you tamed for once. She liked the way you twitched in her mouth with absolute need like a cat pinning a powerless bird under its claws.

There was that subtle glint in her eyes that you didn't really see elsewhere. While the teasing was relentless and tedious, you grew to enjoy it. You enjoyed it mostly because Hyeju herself enjoyed it, proven by just how much throbbed under her care and just by how much your breath hitches everytime she took it just that one extra step deeper into her.

The room was silent, not a car going down the road nor a plane flying overhead. It was so quiet you could hear your shallow breathing as well as the soft squelching coming from Hyeju as she slowly bobbed her head.

Hyeju’s plump lips finally make it all the way down to your base and you just couldn’t help but moan loudly from how perfect the sensation is. Hye-ven you like to call it, you lie back as Hyeju sucks the life out of you, you could feel as if you were about to ascend into another plane of existence, to paradise. Every blowjob from her felt like a call from the other side, inviting you to go into the light. But time and time again, just as you were about to reach for the bright glow Hyeju stops, pulling you back down and preventing you from passing away from pleasure.

Even in times like this, even when she’s about to get her morning milk, Hyeju loves nothing more than to see your cute, grumpy face as she edges you.

“Meoooowwww~” There she goes again, cutely mocking you but it only serves to wipe off the glare on your face. You combed her hair and gave her pats. She was truly like a cat, a little nuisance but a cute one at that.

Hyeju continues her mind-numbing act, her hand slowly working your shaft while her mouth attends to your sack. She stared at you with great intensity as she put her lips around a ball, so feisty yet seductive, relaying her message of control very clearly despite you both already well aware of the clutch she had on you at that moment.

“Mmmmmm~ These feel so full, oppa. You’ve got lots of milk for me today don’t you? Meow~” You could only nod at the sound of her sweet voice, between her slow, soft strokes was your slow, heavy breathing. All you could muster was a faint “Yes,” as you tried to hold yourself together, you didn’t even know what you were agreeing with, too numb to even comprehend simple words.

Alas, even for Hyeju all things must come to an end. She could sense it coming just by the look of your face. She takes your entire cock back in her mouth and that simple bout of the warmth of her oral orifice makes you send it all out. Her hand aids her, pumping you, milking you of every last drop. Your legs were shaking beneath her, such an electrifying sensation. Once you were completely drained, she showed off her tongue, glazed in a fresh coat of warm, white cum - but your vision was too fazed to even notice.

Hyeju took her time with it, sloshing and playing around with it in her mouth then taking it all down with one big gulp. “Ahhhh. Meow~ Always so delicious, oppa! Now can I have my treats? Oppa? Oppa! Mrrroooowwww!!!” You were still half-passed out and unable to respond but a simple playful scratch from Hyeju across your bare chest was enough to knock you off your orgasmic high.

“Ah- Yes, yes, I’ll get you your treats.”

You sit up against the headrest as you shake the packet in her face. Hyeju wagged her butt even more now at the thought of her favorite snack. It was her favorite flavor too, salmon. It went sold out from time to time despite it being one of the more expensive flavors at the store. It being a non-regular snack for her made her excited for it even more.

You motioned for her to come over and in an instant she was seated on your lap. She looked up at you, purring into your neck as she awaited you to feed her.

You poured a few biscuits onto your hand and offered it to her. While Hyeju’s mouth was busy munching down on those you had other plans, in particular, a different part of her. Specifically the hot spot where your cock was planted at. While your dick was still recovering, you opted to use your other hand instead.

Just a mere touch on Hyeju’s pussy sent a jolt through her body, she was sensitive but more importantly - needy. Now the tables were turned around on her. Even without words you could tell just how needy Hyeju was, she was dripping so much over you. You could even see a dark spot staining the sheets from where she laid down earlier. Unlike Hyeju, you weren’t really the teasing type, you preferred a more direct approach.

This would serve as another treat but also a little payback for the teasing she put you through. Hyeju lightly bites down on your hand as you insert two of your fingers inside of her. It was a rather tight fit but her juices were enough help for you. You slowly ramped up your pace to the point where it was overwhelming her, making it harder for her to eat. Hyeju was starting to close her legs shut but you pried them open with your own.

Opposite with your dick, Hyeju made quick work of the delicacies presented to her, already down to a few more bits left and it hasn’t even been a few minutes since she started. But it wasn’t only eating she’s doing on your hand, you could also feel her tongue taking sneaky licks on your fingers. She thinks she’s being slick with her moves but you could tell her intentions very clearly, the difference between cleaning off crumbs and tasting you was subtle but you picked up on it. Her spit was getting everywhere, down your arm and also down her chin.

Soon enough Hyeju was finished with her snack but her mouth kept going. Subtle turns to obvious as she starts sucking on all of your fingers. You aided her, slowly pumping your hand in and out of her mouth while Hyeju bobbed her head. You peer over at her and her eyes are closed, really enjoying herself from the pleasure brought by your fingers.

Though it seems like you gawk at Hyeju too much. She swats your hand away from her pussy and continues the job on her own, this time much stronger and faster than you did.

Unoccupied, your now free hand looks for the next best thing - her chest. Your hand latches onto a breast, soft and heavy all the while barely fitting in your palm. You always wondered why you didn’t spend more time with these two ladies and that’s when you remember Hyeju’s God-send of a mouth. It’s probably why she has such a chokehold on you, why you all of a sudden obliged with her fantasy. In reality you were the pet, leashed by lust and pleasure.

Hyeju lays her head on your chest, fingering herself like no tomorrow while keeping your fingers in her mouth. You squirmed your fingers inside of her while Hyeju did the same to her cunt. Her tongue wrapped and sucked on your digits like it was another dick and you pumped her face like it was a second pussy.

Within a few seconds you could feel the liquid sensation coming from between her legs and you look up to see Hyeju spraying the other half of the bed that you two weren’t on. It was due for a change anyway, at least you two made the most of it while it was still there.

You thought it was already over, preparing yourself to get up but Hyeju kept your hand at bay and before you could speak, her other hand was already on its way into your mouth. Hyeju savored the salmon-y taste left behind on your hand while you slurped her cum off of hers.

-The End-

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Hello! I was wondering I could request 4, 8, 23 and 24 with Crosshair x fem!reader? like Crosshair and the reader have crushes on eachother and reader knows her feelings but Crosshair doesn't and he's just so new to physical affection and he's like "what is this? Am I sick?"

Hey there, friend! Aw man, that's such a cute concept and I love it! I hope you like this one!

"Lovesick"

4. A hug after not seeing someone for a long time

8. Brushing hands by accident

23. A hug that some might consider as "too long"

24. Confusing a handshake for a fist bump

Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader

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Crosshair wasn't certain when he suddenly found himself attracted to you...and it was making him question things about himself.

Had it started when you had first met the Bad Batch after being assigned to them as their medic? When Hunter made him be polite and offer a handshake in greeting and instead, you'd given him a fist bump to try and catch him off guard? That first day, the squad learned pretty quickly that you were a quirky, bubbly, optimistic woman; a kind of person they were certainly not used to. Though, the others had seemed to warm up to you pretty quickly. It was still taking Crosshair a little bit to get used to you, though.

Or had it started when you both had reached for a bacta patch in the med bay one day when you were attending to him and your hands had accidentally brushed together? He swore there had been a light electric shock sent through him upon feeling your skin in such a gentle way. It felt smooth and pleasant to the touch, though he would never say that out loud.

However, recently, you had been temporarily reassigned to another Clone squad who had lost their medic and needed a substitute medic until they were given a new one. You'd been gone for a few weeks now and Clone Force 99 was starting to miss you. Even Crosshair found he was missing you...and it was messing with his head something fierce.

There was just something about you that made it so he couldn't get you off his mind. Was he going soft? No, that wasn't possible. He was a soldier, there was no way he could go soft, especially not over a woman. Perhaps there was something wrong with him. Maybe he was sick or something. That was the only way to explain why you were the only thing he could think about and focus on.

One day, he snuck Tech's datapad away from his brother and snuck out into the cockpit of the Marauder. He tried using it to scan his temperature and bodily functions to see if he was sick in some way. Though, every time he looked, things looked normal. That couldn't be right.

"Worthless thing," he muttered, smacking the side of it with his hand.

"What are you doing?" he then heard Tech's voice ask and when he turned, he saw both Tech and Echo standing just a few feet away.

"Your datapad is broken," Crosshair replied.

"That is impossible. I calibrated it myself," Tech stated. "Perhaps it is user error."

Crosshair just sneered at him before tossing the datapad back to him.

"Why were you scanning yourself?" inquired Echo.

"I thought I was sick or something, but it doesn't matter," said Crosshair, folding his arms across his chest.

"It has to do with (Y/N), doesn't it?"

Crosshair's head whipped around so quickly, he almost gave himself whiplash, his eyes flashing with irritated shock.

"It wasn't that hard to figure out. You've been different; more distracted since she left," Echo clarified. Then a slight grin crossed his face. "You're not sick, Crosshair...you're just lovesick."

"Stow it, I am not," Crosshair shot back.

"Then perhaps it will please you to know that she sent word that she will be returning to us and will meet us when we arrive on Coruscant," Tech then said.

Despite his best efforts, Crosshair couldn't fully hide the delight in his eyes upon hearing you'd be coming back and both Echo and Tech exchanged knowing glances.

Before long, they reached Coruscant and saw you were already on the landing platform waiting for them. You ran to each member of the Bad Batch and gave each of them a quick hug, exclaiming "I'm so glad to see you guys again!" as you did so.

When you reached Crosshair, he tried to refuse and resist your advance, but you weren't going to let the grumpy Clone off that easy. You wrapped your arms around his slender waist and hugged him the tightest, having admittedly missed him the most in your time away. Crosshair stood there awkwardly with his arms out, wondering what he should even do. He expected the hug to be quick like it had been with the others, but you weren't letting go yet. He had to do something instead of standing there like an idiot. Gradually, his arms came down and barely touched your shoulders as if touching you was going to harm him. However, as he looked down on you, he felt his entire body beginning to warm up at your embrace; a warmth that felt different than anything else he'd experienced before. All of a sudden, his arms enfolded you into him and he hugged you back just as closely.

Your absence had seemingly left a hole inside him he hadn't realized had been there until this moment. Your presence in his life, even if you were a bit too enthusiastic at times for his liking, was something he found he needed and never wanted to lose. He supposed he was more used to you than he initially thought. Your hug was lasting longer than he expected, but deep down, he never wanted it to end, feeling as though he could hold you for forever. You were too precious to him...and he was glad to finally understand why he'd been feeling so off in recent weeks.

"Don't ever leave me for that long again, do you hear me?" he whispered into your ear, only realizing too late he had said "me" instead of "us".

You chuckled, a sound that was music to his ears. "I won't leave you, Crosshair, I promise," you said quietly back. Your arms tightened around him. "I missed you most of all."

"I--I missed you, too," he said.

Crosshair supposed Echo had been right: he was lovesick...and you were his only cure.

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06 - the greatest show : runaways are running the night

Summary : a group of misfits, a mysterious leader, a string of murders, and a life on the road.

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the first few months were an absolute whirlwind. she’s never experienced a sense of calmness in the chaos, but she is finally getting used to it.

at first, it was all about learning how the show worked. how to set up, where to set up, how to get prepared, how to run through a show, how to tear down and pack up, how to set up the boxcars. it was a smooth operation, adding an extra set of hands proved to be a learning curve not only for her, but for the others as well.

once she’d found her footing in that sense, it was time to join. for real, join them. she practiced over the course of a couple weeks, drawing clara, tom, adriana, sergey, even the twins. she learned not only to feel confident in her craft, but also to complete her work in a timely manner. it was one thing to hole up in her old bedroom for days, slowly chipping away at a drawing of her quirky neighbour. but it was a whole other thing to draw someone she’d literally just ran into, in under 5-10 minutes.

once that challenge was surpassed, she had the joy of joining the show, getting a small booth of her own, letting her be outside as opposed to hidden away in a tent. this was something she was getting used to, albeit a bit slower. she’s not used to being the centre of attention, quite the opposite really, she was more comfortable laying low in the background. but harry decided to set up her booth right near his tent, something the others had lots to say about, but harry defends that it’s just because it keeps her right in the middle of all the action, where patrons can easily see and access her talent.

and it’s worked, she gets a line up of customers every night, waiting patiently for the little bit of a personal souvenir to take home. still getting used to being the only show participant out in the open, but that too is getting easier every night as she becomes more and more comfortable in her new role.

and eventually, it all just became routine. something she’d fallen into, comfortably, the anxiety of the new life having subsided, and a time where she could finally properly enjoy her surroundings. and she was taking it all in.

never in a million years had she imagined herself getting the opportunity to travel all across europe. the first thing she bought being a map of the continent, pinning the cities they’ve visited along the way. she’s so far tracked her way around france, now having crossed over into italy. she’d also been collecting small trinkets from each town, displaying them all around her room, finally having created a space for herself, something that expresses who she is today.

all in all, she’s felt incredibly at home, surrounded by people who have taken her in as their own, no questions asked. she’s found herself having a very sibling esque relationship with both clara and sergey, tom having stepped in as a fatherly figure. one that’s created a welcoming, comfortable environment, something she’s noticed that he seems to provide for all of them. that is, except harry, who seems to be more of his equal, without the fatherly vibe.

she’s yet to completely figure harry out, something the others have made her come to accept, as none of them have really figured him out either. he still makes her incredibly nervous, although for different reasons now. it’s no longer in the sense of being accepted by him, and more in the sense of butterflies in her tummy, making the little hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, making her lungs constrict and her knees go weak.

they’ve spent their fair share of time together, something she gets teased for relentlessly, all in good fun though. he loves bringing her into town on their day off, showing her the cutest little shops, the sweetest pastries, the most intricate souvenirs, the best parks with the most beautiful little benches, where they spend an absurd amount of time just talking. he was like her personal worldly tour guide, one she was slowly falling for.

and christ, has she tried to keep the feelings at bay. especially when the others tell her that they’ve all tried to get with him, people with more experience and more confidence, each of them walking away with nothing more than the pit of being turned down. she knew she didn’t stand a chance, knew she’d get absolutely nowhere with this influx of feelings. but for some god forsaken reason, she still finds herself daydreaming about him whenever she’s alone in her little room.

she reminisces about their escapades through town, about the way his fingers graze her knuckles when they’re walking closely side by side, the way his smile seems to light up whenever she finds something to bring back from their little adventures. she imagines the touches meant more than just friendly pats of caring love, imagines that instead of saying goodbye at the end of the day, that he sneaks into her room, without the others seeing, curling up beside her in warm comfort for the night. she’s even started waking up from wet dreams, something she’s locking away in her secret vault of secrets.

she doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable, doesn’t want him to know that she’s feeling a certain way about him. mostly, she doesn’t want to be rejected. she thinks it’s much easier to just sit here in an imaginary world of love. considering the amount of rejection she’s suffered from her entire town, she really doesn’t think she could handle it from someone she’s grown to really cherish.

so when they make their way through the newest town, somewhere in northern italy, harry coming to find her on their day off, promising another day of adventures through the city centre, she accepts with a big smile and a quick nod of her head.

as they follow the maze streets, thankful that harry’s here and guiding her, sure she’d get lost otherwise, she feels the sling of harry’s arm over her shoulders, gently pulling her into his side, “is it bad to say that i’m happy it’s just the two of us today ?”

she blushes, her face turned down to watch her feet as they walk, the warmth on her cheeks certainly noticeable. her chest was bursting, tummy flipping, knees going weak, overall it was an absolute miracle that she was capable of continuing to walk alongside him without so much as a fumble. “why’s that ?” she murmurs, not completely trusting her own voice at the moment.

harry shrugs, humming for a moment, as if in thought, “because i can put my arm around you without being relentlessly teased,” he chuckles, making a small joke about it, the weight of what he wants to say getting lost to his nerves.

truth was, up until now, harry had been incredibly enamoured. something about her inner beauty just shines so brightly in harry’s eyes. she’d been through a lot, little snippets of which harry’s been able to catch, although she hasn’t entirely opened up yet. and still, she’s always smiling wide, having deep meaningful conversations about anything from faith to worldly observations to education and so much more. he doesn’t think he’s ever had such fascinating chats as he’s had with her. and that says something. he’s had a lot of chats with people as he travels, but with her, he gets completely lost, hours flying by in a blink.

she’s also just so god damn pretty. harry has a crush. christ, a full on crush. it’s been absurdly long since that’s happened. he’s not even sure how to navigate it. but for her, he would try his absolute best, figuring it out along the way.

she feels her tummy flipping, her heart rate increasing, hands going tingly, her brain spinning in circles, lungs constricted tight. what was she supposed to say to that ? she loved having his arm around her, but she very well could not admit to that. she wanted to lean into him, wrap her arm around his waist, rest her head on his shoulder, maybe even place her other hand delicately against his chest for a brief moment.

she hadn’t realized that she’d stopped walking, too focused on just formulating a reply to keep her feet moving, making harry stumble, stopping abruptly, looking down at her questioningly, slightly worried, “what’s wrong, bug ?”

her eyes flick up to meet his, a look of confusion etching her features, “m’not sure what to say,” she admits shyly, biting her lip.

harry’s mouth quirks up, thinking she could not possibly be any cuter, feeling his heart burst a thousand times harder than it had been all day, looking at her with nothing but pure adoration.

he knows that he makes her nervous, senses her rapid heart rate each time, but he’s not too sure what to do to calm her. “s’it alright that i put my arm around you ?” he settles on, figuring it is something he should confirm.

“yeah,” she nods, lips turning up, “it’s alright. i-“ she takes a breath, “i like it.”

he’s fucking beaming, can feel it, unable to contain his smile, “me too, bug,” he nods, pulling her in a little closer, turning to continue down the road, a stack of news papers catching harry’s attention, or more so, the headline, “hold on, pretty girl,” he hums, his arm sliding off of her shoulders, going over to take one off the top, looking over the article quickly.

she notes the change in his demeanour the more he reads, his breathing picking up slightly, his eyebrows furrowing, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip, his hands grasping tighter, almost ripping the thin paper. “harry ?” she asks softly, taking a few steps towards him, “what’s it say ?”

“hmm ?” harry looks up at her, almost as if he’s snapped out of a trance, giving his head a small shake, “sorry, uh, there’s been some murders,” he hums, as she stands right next to him, looking over the article for herself.

“that’s-“ she recounts quickly in her head, eyes flicking over the information with speed, “those are the last 4 cities we’ve been in,” she looks up at him almost questioningly, “what does that mean ?”

“i don’t know,” he admits quietly, softly shaking his head, “it can’t be good though,” he ads in thought.

“do you think-“ she hums, not wanting to finish her sentence, looking over at harry, worry etched in her features.

“no,” he’s quick to shake his head, determination on his face, “there’s no way, right ?” he wonders out loud. “can’t be one of us.”

“i hope so,” she whispers, biting her lip, flash of stress shooting through her spine. what was going on ?

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A/N : a bit of a filler chapter to get to the good stuff. i hate that the moment this story comes back, it’s just a short filler (part of the reason i lacked the motivation to write it 😅) i feel bad for yall. rest assured, chapter 7 is started and coming real soon 🫶

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⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 07 Chapter 07 | waiting game⌟

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The weeks that followed the hoodie's loss were like attempting to navigate a hurricane without a map. Seora felt helpless, watching her best friend retreat into a grief-stricken, reclusive shell.

The first week was the hardest. You had retreated to your room, an escape from dealing with the outside world but a prison for your thoughts.

Seora would frequently catch herself listening for any sound or sign of your former self. Yet, all she could hear were muffled sobs through the thin walls at night, each one a sharp stab to her own heart.

By the second week, there was a hesitant attempt to go back to normal. You came out of your room more often, joining Seora for meals or sitting with her in silence while she carried on with her never-ending obsession with Sims. But the sadness lingered in your eyes, a constant reminder of the void the hoodie's absence had left in your heart.

Seora caught glimpses of your old self—the moments where a small joke would make you smile for a split second before it was gone; it was a dance between shadow and light, with sadness lingering like a stubborn fog.

The third week was unpredictable. Some days, you seemed almost normal, laughing at Seora's antics and engaging in small chores around the apartment. But then, without warning, the tide would turn, bringing you back down to earth, leaving Seora on constant alert, ready to catch you when the memories became too heavy—when the absence became too much.

In an attempt to break the cycle, Seora planned a surprise. After finishing her errands early one day, she went on a little shopping spree, her arms loaded with bags as she stumbled into the apartment.

"Hey," you greeted with a soft smile, the amusement clear in your eyes as you watched her struggle with the load; your voice, though quiet, was a welcome sound to Seora's ears.

"Hello~" she sang, dropping the bags beside the sofa with a dramatic flair before collapsing down beside you. "Errands went well. Got everything we needed, and then some."

Before you could blink, she was up again, grabbing one of the bags and tossing it into your lap with an eager grin. "Open it! Open it!" She practically vibrated in her seat as she urged, "Open it!"

Laughing at her impatience, you reached into the bag, your fingers brushing against something surprisingly smooth. "Cow-press on nails?" you questioned, amusement lacing your voice as you held up the quirky item.

Seora's giggle filled the room as she halted your further examination. "Wait, there's more. Trust me," she whispered, her grin contagious.

Reaching back into the bag, you picked up a fluffy RJ t-shirt, its innocent gaze peering up at you.

Confusion mixed with a growing warmth at the sight, Seora's thoughtful selection a balm to the ache you hadn't realized was so deep.

"I noticed your phone case," Seora began, an explanation on the tip of her tongue as she watched your reaction. "Thought we could match," she added, revealing her own choice—a cookie t-shirt clutched in her grasp, a new phone case proudly displayed.

"But why Shooky?" you found yourself asking, genuinely curious; you'd think, given her bubbly and energetic personality, she'd choose Mang.

"Because it reminds me of the time I decided to bake us cookies a couple of weeks ago," she replied, a wistful smile playing on her.

You shivered as you recalled that eventful day; all you remembered was smoke, burnt bricks that were supposed to be chocolate chip cookies, and screams. "Yeah, it was... memorable."

However, the lightheartedness was just a fleeting moment, the memory of your lost hoodie remaining a constant thought.

The apartment was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy, laden with unspoken thoughts and stifled grief.

You were lost in a book, trying to find solace in its pages, when Seora's voice cut through the stillness, her tone more determined than you'd heard in days.

"Okay, that's it," Seora declared, standing in front of you with both hands on her hips, her expression a mix of resolve and compassion. "We're going out tonight."

You looked up, surprised by her sudden assertiveness. "Seora, I don't know if I'm up for—"

"Nope, no excuses this time," she interrupted, her voice softening. "It's my pre-birthday celebration, remember? We had planned this months ago. Plus, I'm leaving next week, and you'll be swamped with extra shifts. We won't get another chance."

The mention of her upcoming trip and your upcoming increased workload reminded you of the reality awaiting outside the bubble of your grief. "I just... haven't felt much like celebrating," you admitted, the words heavy on your tongue.

Seora sighed, sitting beside you on the couch. "I know, and I get it. But don't you think a night out might do us some good? We could use a little break... a chance to just let loose and forget, even if just for a few hours."

Her words, honest and hopeful, tugged at something in you. The thought of stepping back into the world, if only for a night, seemed both terrifying and desperately needed.

"Alright," you finally agreed, a hesitant smile peeking through. "Let's do it. For your birthday."

Seora's face lit up, her typical energy fully returning. "Yes! It'll be epic. You'll see."

☆

The night was filled with the electrifying buzz of Seoul's nightlife, a stark contrast to the reluctance that unwillingness that clung on Taehyung's mind; his frown grew more pronounced the longer he stood in front of his wardrobe.

"How did I let Jungkook convince me into doing this?" he mumbled to himself, rummaging through hangers of clothes that seemed too loud, too noticeable for his liking. He wasn't in the mood to be recognized or stand out as anything more than just another face in the crowd.

His hands stopped on a piece of cloth, pulling out the red hoodie he hadn't seen in a while. The color was vibrant, a sharp reminder of the energy and life outside his current bubble of solitude. "This could work," he thought aloud, the jacket in his hands acting as a bridge between his need to remain anonymous and the inevitable spotlight that followed him.

Slipping into the hoodie, he looked into his mirror, the red standing out against his casual black tee and jeans. It was perfect—inconspicuous enough to blend in, yet carrying a piece of comfort from his own collection.

"I swear, if we get mobbed, I'm never listening to Jungkook again," Taehyung grumbled, grabbing his wallet and phone.

The thought of spending another night dodging cameras and eager fans made him reconsider the entire idea. But a promise was a promise, especially one made to Jungkook, whose puppy-dog eyes were impossible to resist.

As he headed out, he was met with the sight of Jungkook, buzzing with excitement, and Yoongi, who wore his displeasure like a second skin.

"Ready to live a little, Hyung?" Jungkook teased, clapping him on the back, his excitement evident.

"Seriously, Jungkook, if we end up on some gossip site, I'm blaming you," Taehyung half-joked, his mood lightening slightly at the idea of spending the night with his bandmates, despite the circumstances.

Jungkook's laughter filled the corridor, a sound as carefree as the night was long. "Come on, hyungs. When have we ever let a little attention stop us?"

Yoongi, trailing behind with a scowl that could curdle milk, grumbled, "This is against my better judgment. I can't believe you blackmailed me into coming." The glare he directed at Jungkook could have cut glass.

Jungkook, unfazed by the icy look, merely flashed a quick smile. "Oh, lighten up, Yoongi-hyung. It's going to be fun!" he assured, the gleam in his eyes promising mischief and memories in the making.

The drive to the club was filled with Jungkook's endless chatter, plans of dance-offs, and promises of a night to remember.

Taehyung's apprehension slowly melted away, replaced by a cautious optimism. Maybe a night out was just what he needed to escape the routine and pressure of his daily life.

As they arrived and slipped through the club's back entrance, the bass of the music hit Taehyung like a physical wave, the energy of the place infectious. He couldn't help but let a genuine smile creep onto his face, the excitement of the crowd pulling him in.

Inside, the club was a kaleidoscope of lights and sounds, a far cry from their world of stages and spotlights. Here, the music's throbbing rhythm and the shadowy corners offered them the privacy that only idols of their status could hope for on a night on the town.

Jungkook was right; they needed this—a night to just be themselves, away from the cameras and spotlight. Yet, as they lost themselves to the rhythm of the night, Taehyung couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen.

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" Yoongi voiced out loud, a sentiment that hung over them like a prophecy.

But the night was young, and the music too loud for worries. For now, they were content to let the world fade away, if only for a moment.

***ah snap, could this be connected??? 👀

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kindheart525 · 3 months

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I’ve been doing more arc planning lately and adding more side characters to the cast, so I thought I’d do a doodle sheet to introduce some of them and give you all a small taste of what’s ahead!

Smooth Tune AKA Smoothie - Licorice Lace’s girlfriend A harpist from Licorice’s orchestra, she is equal parts beefcake and angel. She is graceful and gorgeous, with a more cheesy and girlish side too. Many would say she is way out of Lic’s league but she still chose him and would do so a thousand times over.

Aphrodisian Foam - Fashion Model In a sort of “ugly ducking” tale, she started out as an insecure chick with unusual hybrid traits (wingless unicorn hippogriffs are hard to come by) but now she is a show-stopping model who shares her beauty with the whole world.

Tranquila - Trailblazer’s “enemy” An “influencer” by her world’s standards, she has a passion for fitness and loves sharing it with the world. She publishes her favorite workouts and daily musings in various magazines and video tutorials, focusing on strength and balance in one’s lifestyle. She does it all with a calm, chilled-out attitude, contrasting the girl known as her enemy.

Roman Candle - Trailblazer’s “best friend” A wrestling champion in high school, he is a skilled athlete who knows how to stand out. But he was also your typical douchey teenage boy, generally a dick to those he didn’t call friend and not particularly favored among the girls because of that. Hopefully he won’t stay that way forever.

Almond Meringue AKA Uncle Al - Trailblazer’s publicist A humble old stallion from a village outside of Trottingham, he is Trailblazer’s publicist on paper but in reality he’s so much more. He keeps her schedule intact, makes sure she remembers to eat and rest, and helps her avoid embarrassing herself in public. She really keeps him on his hooftips, but they’ve grown to care about each other in a somewhat familial way which makes his job worth it.

Burr - Mudbriar’s son Somewhat like the uncle he resembles, he broke the mold set by his parents, pursuing a more extroverted career path than Mudbriar and choosing a different genre of music than his other father Feather Bangs. An idol of his little cousin Meteor Shower, he has lofty goals for his career but is enjoying the ride on the way there.

Sweetpea Soup - Manic Pixie Dream Girl Her description is pretty self explanatory: she’s quirky and free-spirited with a rebellious streak, and a strong and contagious appreciation for all life has to offer. Anyone she meets would consider themselves lucky to have known her and be left wanting for more time with her.

Painted Lady - Tea Cake’s aide Passionate about foalcare, her greatest reward is getting to nurture foals as they grow and watching their vibrant personalities bloom. But she can also be a little overbearing and intrude on what is meant to be independent play if she thinks extra care is needed (which it sometimes isn’t). The foal she works with now needs that extra care to an extent, but it’s still annoying.

Infernal Startrail - Blackfire Phoenix’s coworker In some ways she is every corporation’s dream employee with the way she thinks outside the box and has a solution to most problems she encounters. She is decisive, intelligent, and professional, but isn’t above the occasional workplace gossip to an extent. But then again, most people aren’t.

Fireball Rosso - Bullseye’s boyfriend A talented makeup artist for any and all genders, he’s very serious about his craft. Some consider him arrogant and snooty and maybe he is just a little bit, but he’s very secure in himself and he wants others to be confident in their expression too.

Strawberry Bon Bon - Meteor Shower’s girlfriend A hopeless romantic at heart, she puts her all into her relationships with others, sometimes to her own detriment. Getting her heart broken a few times by guys who didn’t put in equal effort has left her with some trust issues, leading to insecurities that carry over into the next relationship.

Pearl Closure - Sour Peach’s girlfriend A fashion designer who specializes in “magical girl transformations,” i.e. those extra special outfits that have two designs in one! She can make literal rags unfold into a stunning ballgown, and at the height of her career she’s very popular among celebrities who want unique costume changes. She took her time to nurture her talent before sharing it with the world so it would really be worth the wait.

Fruit Salad - School of Friendship alum She’s a party animal with a little bit of bimbo mixed in, in the sense of not always reading the room. She’s well intentioned, just not super responsible or receptive to when someone wants to be left alone.

Pearl - Miner She is the type of diamond dog that when she has her mind set on something, she will not stop until she accomplishes it. This includes things like digging really deep to get a certain gem she senses, even when she hits rock. She’s eager to meet new creatures and when she is your friend she’s very affectionate.

Juneberry - Mailmare A flirt who always has things to share like fun facts, she likes talking to others and learns a lot from all the ponies and creatures she delivers mail to. Not everyone makes a habit of talking to the pony who delivers their mail outside of small talk, but when they do it makes her day.

Veneer Smokescreen AKA Smoky - Movie theater employee With a monotone attitude, she’s the kind of pony where you just have to believe her when she says she feels a certain way because she’s not going to show you any other way. As a foal she was punished for being too childish despite being a child at the time so now she has issues expressing herself.

Hyacinth Moss - Marmalade Meringue’s wife Insecure and ashamed of her siren heritage, she is easily embarrassed by anything that even remotely makes her look bad (like Marmalade expressing a bad take in public or her kids lightly bickering). She is generally touchy and reactive and will react to any slights very passive-aggressively.

Starfruit Bouquet - Hyacinth and Marmalade’s oldest son A soccer player practically since he could walk, he has a love for the game and a love for life no matter what successes or failures come his way. He isn’t in the game to win, but loves it for the camaraderie and teamwork it comes with. Any mistakes he takes in stride as long as he has his friends by his side.

Sour Grapes - Hyacinth and Marmalade’s youngest son A spelling bee kid who will probably graduate to the debate team and then some prestigious college, he is ambitious and competitive. The game is cutthroat and so is he, albeit in a rule-abiding way. You would think he and his brother would be at odds with how different their values are, and they certainly do disagree, but not as much as their parents do. Making fun of them is one thing they can bond over.

Please let me know what you think and feel free to theorize about their roles! Which of these characters are most excited to see in the story? I can’t wait to introduce them proper, which for some should be pretty soon!

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Roman Candle designed by @melos-magic-ponies Infernal Startrail and Pearl (the dog) designed by me Everyone else designed by @gelidponies

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nanawritesit · 1 year

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Obey Me Demon Bros if you watched Regular Show with them

Lucifer:

sympathizes with Benson bc he’s always yelling at his brothers like he yells at Mordecai and Rigby

accidentally starts adding “OR YOU’RE FIRED” at the end of every command

his favorite episode is probably the one where Benson gets demoted and starts acting like a slacker, bc he’s imagined what it’d be like if he quit all his responsibilities for a day

or the one where Pops forbids Benson from yelling at Mordecai and Rigby all day and he has a massive meltdown

gets inspired by Benson and makes everyone go to a “mandatory karaoke night” to boost morale around the HOL

would definitely risk his life just to get back his brothers’ stick hockey game like Benson did, despite what he might say

thinks it’s really funny when Benson’s gumballs turn red

“MC, does my face get that red when I yell at mammon?”

Mammon:

his favorite character is probably Rigby bc he’s always messing things up and getting punched

he’ll try to tell you he relates more to mordecai, but we all know who he is

although, he does simp for you in the way mordecai simps for margaret

but he also relates to C.J because he always feels like a second choice :(

also #1 Mordecai and C.J shipper

starts asking you to “do him a solid” every time he wants something

really likes the episode where rigby gets sick of mordecai making fun of him for not having his high school diploma and drinks a months worth of doses of smart juice to make him “more smarter” because the package “didn’t say not to”

starts doing burnouts in his car like Muscle Man does with the cart

also likes to do the “OOOOHHHHH” with the arm twirl

acts like the show is stupid at first but then binges the entire series with you

Leviathan:

likes any of the episodes with a video game plot

the one where the hammer character becomes real and fights them reminds him of his quirky games that launch you all into mayhem

also likes the episode where Mordecai gets jealous of Rigby for going on a date with Margaret and accidentally kills him

“that’s how i feel when Mammon talks to you MC”

roots for them when they have to fight that game store manager who sold them a shitty RPG for a refund

starts going “YAY-YUH” when he wins a video game

hi-five ghost is probably his favorite character bc he “looks cool”

probably likes Eileen too bc she’s awkward af flirting with Rigby, feels like her when he tries to be smooth with you

#1 Rigby and Eileen shipper

Satan:

says Benson reminds him of Lucifer, and refuses to admit that his own meltdowns are extremely similar

thinks it’s funny whenever Benson just walks away from everyone in disappointment

starts using Mordecai’s “how are you gonna do that with your third grade education” insult

writes down all the pranks they plan so he can try them on Lucifer

his favorite character is probably Skips bc he’s the wisest and always has some sort of mystical solution

laughs uncontrollably at Muscle Man crying in the shower over his girlfriend dumping him (Satan cries in the shower bc he doesn’t want anyone to see or hear him, no one can convince me otherwise)

favorite episode is probably the one where Rigby gets jealous of his brother Don bc everyone likes him better (he feels the same way ab Lucifer)

AND he really likes the one where Mordecai loses a bet and goes blonde (the brothers have definitely called him blondie before idc what anyone says)

Asmodeus:

#1 shipper of Mordecai and Margaret

shouts flirting tips at the screen while Mordecai fails to ask Margaret out

favorite episode is the one where Muscle Man quits the park and becomes a gut model

cries for like an hour over Skips’ backstory episode

also cheers for Muscle Man when he gets back together with Starla

likes the episode where they watch that british horror movie about a killer taxi and Rigby gets scared shitless, it reminds him of horror movie night

the party pete episode is another one of his favorites, he’s definitely gone a little too hard on the demonus and became him before

AND the one where Mordecai and Rigby get drunk at karaoke and talk shit ab everyone on stage (him and Mammon have definitely done something similar while clubbing)

Beelzebub:

loves the episode where Rigby won’t stop eating junk food and turns into a puddle of goo

and the one where they almost kill Skips just to get a free cake

probably relates to Skips the most bc he’s the biggest/ strongest

especially when Rigby cheats at arm wrestling and makes Skips have an entire identity crisis bc he doesn’t think he’s the strongest anymore

definitely tries Mordecai’s halloween costume where he had five “kids” with him to get extra candy

also probably likes Pops bc he’s the cinnamon roll of the group

starts calling bagels “whole wheat donuts”

unironically laughs at Muscle Man’s my mom jokes

also starts whipping his shirt off and swinging it around his head like Muscle Man does after his Fangol tournaments

Belphegor:

tries to sleep through the episodes but ends up getting really interested in the lore

totally relates with Rigby’s laziness

speaking of which, his favorite episode is the one where Rigby hires a temp to do all his work for him

he definitely tries to hire someone to go to school for him so he can sleep all day (Lucifer catches him after like two days though)

starts hamboning at Lucifer everytime he tries to yell at him

after Beel does Mordecai’s halloween trick, he’ll try Rigby’s, where he jumps out of the bushes dressed as an old timey robber and goes “GIMMIE CANDY LADY”

him and beel also do mordecai and rigby’s songs and dances

“DONT LOOK AT OUR CROTHES WHILE WE SYNCHRONIZE OUR WATCHES! BWOOP BWOOP BWOOP, BWOOP BWOOP BWOOP, BWOOP WOOP WOOP WOOOOO”

“GIVE US A RAISE LUCIFER”

beel: “i don’t mean to brag, i don’t mean to boast, but i got some hummus for these mini toasts!”

belphie: “HUUUUUMMUS!”

lucifer: “why are you guys yelling hummus.”

“NOT SETTIN UP THE CHAIRS NEXT TIME, NOT SETTIN UP THR CHAIRS NEXT TIME, UH!”

“CAUSE WE KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT SCARY MOVIES, AND YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT SCARY MOVIES-“

lucifer: “STOP SINGING OR YOU’RE FIRED”

#obey me x mc #obey me fluff #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #demon brothers #obey me brothers #obey me memes #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me writing #obey me funny

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sailorwritesstuff · 2 years

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Could you do more lucmax poly headcanons?

More Poly!Lumax Headcanons w/ gn reader.

BIG spoilers for s4 v2.

Max learns to do hair for you two because she never has to do anything to hers.

It's not very long after that you walk into Lucas's room and find her braiding his curls back into tight neat rows

and her popping him with her comb when he keeps reaching up to see how much is left.

She often finds hairstyles in magazines or on TV she wants to try on one of you.

I said before she's not good with words because no one taught her how. But she's good at this and it becomes a way for her to show her love through service.

It breaks your heart when for the first time ever you're the one doing her hair up nice while she's sleeping away in the hospital.

Lucas loves you dance with the two of you. Spinning you around on smooth flooring while wearing socks.

Max has the dance coordination of a toddler but it's the most adorable thing to him when she stumbles a little and the two of you lean into each to laugh as you hold her up.

Looking at the two of you thinking about how much he never thought about loving two people THIS much, is his favorite memory. Every new time topping the old.

When he looks at you now it's a bit blurry but he sees there's no smile. But his ears still work fine he hears there's no laugher he hears you humming under your breath as you tend to max as much as the doctor will allow. The songs you danced to.

Max adores nicknames. Especially quirky ones you wouldn't hear anyone else call their loves

"hey, gingerbread." And her nose crinkled.

"ick. Hi loser." But she's smiling.

Her all time favorite is princess. She won't admit it but she always wants to play princess as a kid with her dad or a brother who could play the knight. But for a long time she was an only child. And her parents weren't all there.

Tell anyone and she'd deny it but you and Lucas take turns playing the knight that saves her just like in her fantasies as a kid. She has a paper princess crown and stands on top of the not-much-used anymore Sinclair families play set giggling as the two of you fight and she cheers you on no matter who you're playing that day. And Lucas frowns when he's knight because his fair princess has a case of Stockholm apparently

Max is very still as you read her princess tales in her coma. She might not even hear you but you change ever princesses description to look like her and every knight to look like Lucas. The same Lucas who watches you frown because there is never another knight in the love story.

Lucas who goes home after visiting hours and comes back the next day with a poorly drawn book about a fairy princess and her two knights

Max and Lucas love to give small passing kisses to one another. and when they see you watching them intensely with cheeks puffed of air they cover your entire face.

Max taste like sugar.

Max smells like cherry cola

Lucas taste like mint. Smells like it too.

Lucas carries Max's cherry cola chapstick in his pocket. It fell out of her pocket when the ambulance took her away. He makes sure to apply it for her. Max HATED hates having chapped lips. He smiles a little when he kisses you and you taste a bit like cherry cola.

Lucas loves sappy movies. He's a total cry baby under that new cool guy persona. He's such a sucker for a happy ending. "Fuck you guys how are you not in tears that was so touching"

"I guess we're just built different, you and us, stalker."

Lucas cries a lot after the doctor's talk to him.

He doesn't let you listen to the conversation sometimes.

"how about you read to Max. I'll be back. We're just still trying to find Ms. Mayfield."

He tells you what you need to know. He doesn't hide it from you.

She might not be ok

If when she wakes up she might not see.

You'll have to help her he says

And that's ok

Because you love her.

#sailor writes stuff #sailor's dreamhouse #stranger things s4 #stranger things x reader #max mayfield #max mayfeild x reader #lucas sinclair #lucas sinclair x reader #Lucas Sinclair x reader x Max Mayfield #lumax x reader #lumax angst #max Mayfield angst #lucas sinclair angst #max mayfield fluff #lucas sinclair fluff

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rukia-writes · 2 years

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Hades x human! (Fem) Reader x Beelzebub

Plot: Beelzebub is interested in Hades love affairs, rather interested in knowing how the “process” works with a mortal. Hades agrees and an unforgettable night occurs in Helheim.

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, voyeurism, sex video making, dirty talk, threesome, spit roast

Beelzebub was just curious, that was all.

In Beelzebub’s lab, Hades wasn’t too for sure about Beelzebub’s request. Rather, he wasn’t too for sure how his princess would take the question. Taping his index finger to his chin Hades thought about Beelzebub’s request.

“I have no problem with it, however I will need (Name)’s approval.”

“If you say so, let me know whenever you have her approval. It’s nothing urgent but I would like to do some research about it when I can.”

Rather cool about Hades’ answer the scientist simply went back to working on another project. Before Hades left he did inform Beelzebub to be prepared just in case as he then left for Midgard.

It was a getting late in the hour as Beelzebub was working on a project and nearly forgot all about the request he made to Hades. However, when Hades returned he did have his human lover with him. Rather she was hiding behind him, no doubt freightned from all the demons of Helheim. A gleam was in Beelzebub’s eyes as his interest had shifted to his newfound project.

“Beelzebub, I wanted you to meet (Name). She’s a bit shy.”

Beelzebub introduced himself and as (Name) did the same Beelzebub didn’t seem to listen as he motioned for Hades to follow him. Smiling Hades told his lover that Beelzebub was a bit quirky, he didn’t tell her that Beelzebub had already known everything about her since Hades had started romancing her in Midgard.

“Hades, I’m still confused on what a camera is and what a video is. Do you eat it?”

Born in the time before modern era and when gods were worshipped (Name) had no idea what a camera or a video was. Before Hades came along, (Name) was a priestess of Aphrodite. Electricity wasn’t a thing, and while Hades did explain it to her showing her was best. To say Hades princess was confused and amazed by the monitors was an understatement, never the less (Name) agreed to go along with everything.

“I took your advice, and prepared a room.”

Beelzebub motioned for the two to follow him, of course Hades held (Name)’s hand as the two walked down a long hallway filled with demons in glass cases filled with strange substances. Once in the room, amazed by how spacious the room as a rather large bed was in the center the walls filled with monitors watching their every moment. Amazed by the monitors (Name) moved and smiled when the monitors recorded her every move while Hades and Beelzebub talked to each other about what was about to happen.

Sitting down in a comfortable chair and leaning back a few screens popped up as Beelzebub started to type while telling the two to start when ready. Beelzebub had no intention of joining but was much more interested in watching, as he watched Hades and (Name) start he could tell this wasn’t their time being intimate as Hades smooth talked (Name) to her heart and core.

Once on the bed, Beelzebub was able to know everything about the two lovers. A monitor right beside Beelzebub showed Hades and (Name) health information, from blood pressure to weight. Muttering a “interesting” Beelzebub was pleased to know (Name) was in very good health.

“Do you guys need lube? Can humans get wet Hades?”

Stopping in the middle of taking (Name)’s clothes off Hades gave Beelzebub a look that read “of course” as (Name) covered her chest rather bashfully yet waiting for Hades to continue. Beelzebub simply nodded his head and typed a for a few seconds before motioning for the two to continue.

Continue wouldn’t be the right word.

Hades was constantly interrupted as Beelzebub asked many questions, “How does that feel?” “Are you sure she can feel you?” “How many times has she orgasmed before this.” It became harder for the king of the underworld to have his way as he was asked so many questions about his precious (Name), Hades didn’t think Beelzebub was this curious.

However, Hades didn’t mind answering the scientist’s questions as he slowly entered his cock inside (Name)’s ready cunt, the painfully slow motion made her moan a loud at the feel of Hades entering her which didn’t go unnoticed by Beelzebub as he watched carefully as Hades thick cock stretched (Name)’s cunt as she still wasn’t used to Hades cock. Yet another thing Beelzebub picked up on as he continued to type. While watching Hades and (Name) kiss and take each other’s clothes off he admitted to himself that this interesting, Hades was a passionate lover from what Beelzebub could tell and he could tell Hades enjoyed sex as much any other god.

Beelzebub was surprised as a human that (Name) could handle Hades as he moved and touched her with intimacy and precision to the point sometimes Beelzebub wanted to join. The way (Name) sounded as she would wimped and beg for Hades was fueling his lust and the way Hades was talking to her while slowly having his way with her until he felt like fucking her rough later. Hades was in charge and (Name) was happily to be under his command, especially when Hades fucked her from behind with his hands gripped tightly on her hips.

Listening to Hades’ princess moan and whine was truly starting to stir something in the scientist. Just the way Hades could be passionate but commanding was a turn on and the way (Name) obeyed was enchanting to Beelzebub. Sometimes Beelzebub would mutter a “amazing” and “That’s hot.”

Yes.

The longer this experiment went Beelzebub had the urge to join in, but research was to come first. From what Beelzebub could grab so far was that there was indeed a significant difference between gods and humans. Gods had more stamina, humans seemed to be able to keep up but there was a difference, human women seemed to be able feel a gods cock perhaps more so than a goddess.

However, Beelzebub noted that it was because of the attraction (Name) felt towards Hades and with how he was able to talk to her to get her wet. The way she was able to withstand Hades’ thrusts and cock was noted by Beelzebub to be “very admirable.”

“(Name), I need you to tell me how you feel. Your heart rate is a bit up, but I need to know.”

Hades heard Beelzebub try to talk to his princess who was currently taking Hades cock to the fullest as her delicious moans again were heard in the experiment room, smirking Hades leaned over as he placed his right hand on her neck and tipped it up to make her look at Beelzebub as her chin rested on his palm.

“Beelzebub asked you a question, princess. Answer him.”

Stressing the word “him” Hades slapped (Name)’s ass earning a quick yell followed by a “Feels amazing.” Eyes blanked over with lust as she looked at Beelzebub making him smirk muttering a “interesting” then proceeding to type a few notes as Hades continued to earn a second orgasm from his sweet princess.

“Second orgasm.”

“I see, I see.”

Hearing Hades give confirmation Beelzebub noted that it was possible for a human to orgasm twice. As he did so, he heard the king of the underworld mutter “You can join too Beelzebub.” Looking up from his screen Beelzebub didn’t say anything but he could tell Hades was serious as (Name) took the opportunity to regain her strength.

“I can tell you want to join. I’m sure my princess won’t mind this one time.”

“But the research.”

“You can test her out, nothing beats actually getting up close and personal. Right, princess. Is that okay with you?”

A small “of course” followed up with a smile and “For research.” It didn’t take long for Beelzebub to disrobe as he did have an interest in wanting to know what it was like truly to be inside a human. While Hades had his cock still buried deep inside (Name)’s needy cunt Beelzebub slowly enter his cock inside (Name)’s mouth, a position later Beelzebub would call a spit roast as (Name) laid on her back. Currently, however Beelzebub was too busy enjoying the feel (Name)’s mouth.

The feeling was something Beelzebub could only describe as ethereal as he didn’t waste another second as he pumped his cock inside (Name)’s wet mouth as she did her best to suck him off while upside down as her lover Hades started to match Beelzebub’s pace causing (Name) to feel a surge of undeniable pleasure surge through her veins. Both gods essentially tag teaming a sweet (Name) to the brink of insanity.

While Hades had the speed Beelzebub had the precision, scary precision. Whenever Hades gave a mighty thrust Beelzebub returned it with an even harsher thrust both working in harmony with each other, both dirty talked the whole time as well. However, neither degraded too busy praising her body. While Hades praised how enticing and tight her cunt was Beelzebub followed in suit with praise of how amazing her mouth and throat were.

“Her throat is amazing. I see why you like her so much.”

“Her tight cunt is better.”

The two gods had their way the sweet (Name) as she enjoyed both gods techniques, Enjoying the way Beelzebub’s cock would twitch in her mouth with excitement as he was ready to fill her mouth with his cum wanting to know how much a human could take or rather how much she could take as Hades found it rather hot as watched Beelzebub’s cock plunge deep inside (Name)’s throat, the imprint sent Hades on edge seeing as how Beelzebub’s competed in size as Hades kicked his upper lip in lust at the sight he would remember for awhile.

Nothing gets past Beelzebub as he would watch Hades simply ravage his princess’ cunt with his cock as he had her legs over his strong and toned shoulders while his pace was simply animalistic in pace to satisfy his own desire as he kept his hands on her waist. No unnecessary moving was permitted.

Both gods would watch as her breasts bounced to their on sync rhythm, the sight would make them both moan a loud along with (Name) as she felt her true limit inching closer and closer. Opening her eyes and looking to the side to see her body being used by the two gods made her not only moan aloud in un shameful way but made her heart race with excitement and without warning Hades beloved princess had reached her climax first. Trembling while catching her breath as both gods looked at (Name) with lust and at the same sexual frustration.

“Princess, who told you to cum?”

Hades was sexually frustrated but still being rather polite with the situation, with a free mouth now and in between breaths (Name) apologized and that when she saw herself on the screen it stimulated her to her sweet climax. Hearing a quiet “amazing, mental stimulation did that.” Beelzebub was intrigued at the situation but was still sexually frustrated as his cock needed release still. Hades smirked telling Beelzebub not to worry as he knew how to get her going again.

It was a very long week (Name), but by the end of it Beelzebub had the information for what he was looking for.

In the experiment room, the two gods had just finished their daily round with Hades’ princess. Beelzebub noted that this marked the end of round forty and that his project was complete, gods and humans were capable of mixing and experience amazing sex.

Months later, Adamas had to talk to about his repairs as Adamas felt like he needed an upgrade. However, once he entered Beelzebub’s lab the monitor screens showed the same video of the first time Hades and Beelzebub fucked (Name). Beelzebub called it a failed experiment as they all should have had their climax on the first round, second round and up were all very successful.

“Beelzebub! What the fuck!?”

“Hm, oh. Here for a repair?”

“I’m here to leave! What have you and my brother been doing?! Never mind don’t answer that.”

Adamas shielded his eyes with his arm as to not look at the screen as Beelzebub was calm as ever. Adamas didn’t stay long as he quickly left embarrassed, Beelzebub however returned to taking notes again with no shame. A call came thru on his phone making the god mutter “fuck” as he didn’t want to be disturbed as he paused the video. Answering the call Beelzebub found Hades on the other line.

“Mhmmm….Poseidon did what? With who? Alope? Poor human….maybe our experiment was a mistake….maybe we shouldn’t have-another round? Tonight? Sure, I don’t mind.”

Beelzebub happily agreed for another round, Beelzebub had invited several more gadgets since last time and he had been wanting to test them out.

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