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kakujis · 6 months

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happy birthday, keisuke!

synopsis: you celebrate keisuke's day with toman.

warnings: gn!reader, swearing, this is fluffy and gross, yn can't bake for shit (me), not proofread, and that should be it!

ft: baji keisuke x reader, 1.2k

network: @enchantedforest-network

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML!!!!!!! i set aside my hw and all to get this finished hehe. it's still the 2nd in my area, but ik it's the 3rd elsewhere! i tried to keep it short and simple this time!! i won't get sappy or anything but i truly love baji so much!! happy birthday, kei, hope its a good one. ♡

with the amount of staring you’ve been doing, you must as well be losing your vision, the words on the screen blurred and hazy. you’ve scrolled through the ingredient and instruction list an obscene amount of times, and yet… things seem to always turn out like this.

“i’ve got no fucking clue what i’m doing!” you huff, but the silver haired man besides you simply laughs in reply. “mitsuya, why does my cake look like one of y’all rolled it over with your motorbikes?”

“to be honest,” he starts, snickering as he inspects it, “i have no idea. i mean, you followed the recipe and all didn’t you?”

you nod, sadly staring at another failed attempt. he decides to take a piece and taste it, throwing it into his mouth, chewing with an unreadable expression.

“it’s not like it’s inedible, it’s miles better than your first attempt. it’s just a little dry and crumbly…” mitsuya says, brow furrowing, “alright, honestly, it’s pretty bad.”

you sigh loudly, picking it up and throwing it into the trash, “i told you we should’ve gotten him a cake from the store!” all your attempts have been moot. instead of a fluffy and moist cake, it’s always flat and dry even with mitsuya’s help.

kazutora pops his head into the kitchen at that moment, “i can run really fast if you want me to.”

you shake your head, “...no. don’t… do that.” you point to your forehead, signaling him of the decorations stuck on his.

he shrugs, pulling off a stray streamer, and walking in before he’s jumping up to sit on the counter.“how are we gonna have a birthday party with no cake?”

you frown, whining, “man, i don’t know. mitsuya, what do we do?”

he glances over at the clock, mouth pressed in a line, before he answers. “you could always stick a candle into his soba noodles, we've got tons of those.”

“we are doomed.” you state, sighing as you slump against the counter. “sorry kei…”

even though you know, deep down, that keisuke baji could give less than two shits about a cake, you really wanted to surprise him. you did the same for him on white day, all those years back in highschool when you finally confessed. he accepted it, shitty chocolate and all, as you hid your burnt bandaged fingers behind your back. he never mentioned it, but you assume he knew, when instead of kissing your lips, he dragged your hands out from behind you and kissed your them while your heart almost sprang out of your chest.

“who’s doomed?” you hear a loud yet comforting voice coming from the hallway. you look up to see draken, smiling ear to ear as he holds a cake box.

“draken!” the three of you giddily call in unison and he smiles wider.

mikey isn’t far behind him, peeking out to say, “there’s no way you guys thought we were gonna eat a cake they made right? it’s literally y/n, we would’ve died. i think baji almost did when he ate your confession chocolate.”

“i’m going to ignore that for now.♡︎” you chime, keeping the strained smile on your face.

“you guys are so mean to my protégé.” mitsuya chides, giving you a pat on the back. “anyway, we’re running out of time before he gets home, let’s finish this up.”

you all nod and run off to your places, with you cleaning up the kitchen, and yourself, as best you can before you head out to the living room. the decorations are strung up nicely, courtesy of emma and hina, although takemichi, chifuyu, and pah definitely tried their best. you’re a little nervous, heart fluttering, as the lights dim and everyone crouches in place.

you wait a few moments, eyes adjusting to the now darkened room as you catch a wave from chifuyu right before the front door slams open. equally as loud as the slam shut, baji talks to his mom on the phone.

“yeah ma, i just got home. thanks for hangin’ with me today. huh? oh yeah, i’ve got plans with the guys tonight…” he mutters, phone pressed up against one shoulder as he kicks his shoes off. “unfortunately, its just the guys, said they couldn’t get off work early enough..” he trails off, a solemn expression on his face and you bite back the urge to laugh.

“alright, love you ma, talk to you later.” he says as he hangs up, placing his book bag onto the floor. as he hits the lights, you all pop up out of place.

“happy birthday, baji!” you cheer out in unison. it’s an explosion of streamers, confetti, and colors with some of you using party poppers and some of you using the blowers.

he jumps while breaking out in a shit-eating grin, his pearly canine teeth in full view. his eyes scan the room til they fall onto you, the excitement sparked behind them clear as he immediately makes his way over to you.

“no fuckin’ way,” he laughs, throwing his arms around you, before peppering kisses on your cheeks. “should’ve known you were a liar.”

you hug him back, but pull off slightly, when you suddenly feel the heavy eyes of everyone around you. “o-okay keisuke, that’s enough.”

he presses a final kiss to your forehead before turns and glares, “huh? you guys got a problem with this?”

mikey glares back, “yeah. i do.”

baji releases you, walking over to “square up” with mikey. the two of them bickering about the importance of everyone showing up, but also, a significant other is important too, and besides, “i was about to greet everyone, it’s not my fault you can’t find a date.”

“here we go,” draken sighs, before sliding onto the couch. “emma, can you get me something to drink?”

you shrug, settling in next to kazutora who’s excitedly bringing out the games for the night. the rest of the party goes well, the laughter bouncing off the walls of your shared apartment. it’s a nice little life you’ve got with baji so far. while he studies his ass off in school, your work is good enough to support the both of you. it’s cozy, it’s everything you’ve wanted.

as the night winds down and everyone clears out, you find yourself cleaning up. you tell keisuke not to worry about it, “it’s your night, i’ll finish up here.” but he tsks you away, shoving littered plastic forks and plates into a bag anyway. he finds you in the kitchen later on, washing a few trays that were used to set the food out.

he snakes his arms around your waist, breath tickling your ear as he asks, “so where’s my cake?”

“huh?” you giggle, turning off the sink. “what are you talking about? we ate it all earlier?”

“no, not that one.” he grins, his pretty hair falling over your shoulder. “the one mikey told me you made.”

you freeze, that little shit. “uh… honestly, we threw them away. even with mitsu’s help, i couldn’t make you anythin’ good.”

“well, that’s no good.” he hums for a bit, before spinning you around, a devious smile on his face.

“kei?” you ask, but you’re interrupted by his lips on yours.

“guess i gotta settle for somethin’ even sweeter.” he murmurs, before his hands are cupping your cheeks as he kisses you again and again.

“you’re so fucking cheesy.” you giggle in between kisses, hands naturally coming around his waist. “happy birthday, keisuke.♡︎”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke fluff #baji keisuke x yn #baji keisuke x you #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x yn #pibby writing

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hajimariroads · 9 months

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Courtney headcanons!!

• She’s got a bunch of neatly organized playlists, but listens to the same three songs for weeks at a time

• She claims that her favorite color is green, but she actually really loves blush pink & lavender

• Courtney defo keeps a detailed dream journal

• Courtney’s true passion is musical theatre, but pursued law as it was what was expected from her

• She has somewhat messy handwriting

• Courtney LOVES karaoke

• Courtney treats Brittany like a human baby, and spoils her ROTTEN.

• Courtney has a huge sweet tooth

now for some relationship hcs,,,I have to I’m sorry🙏

Heathney

• Heather used the princess nickname on Courtney to drive her crazy

• Heather can cook, while Courtney can bake

• In public, Heather and Courtney are the LEAST romantic couple EVER. But in private they’re sappy asl

• Courtney is pretty sensitive, and while Heather doesn’t really get it, she still does her best to console Courtney

• They always gossip on dates

• Like in TDA, Heather still has a fascination with Courtney’s hair, frequently playing with it/running her hands through it

• Courtney is a nervous wreck whenever Heather flirts with her

• Heather is absolutely infatuated by Courtney’s laugh, even though Courtney is embarrassed by it

Duncney (self indulgent ik)

• Duncan carries Courtney everywhere, even when she complains

• Courtney wanted to see Barbie, while Duncan wanted to see Oppenheimer. After the double feature, Courtney ended up liking Oppenheimer more than Duncan did.

• Duncan is so obsessed with Courtney’s singing voice

• Courtney’s TDA letter was actually a collaborative list of boundaries between the two

• Courtney gets easily absorbed in her work, so Duncan sometimes has to pry her away from her work desk to get some sleep

• Courtney is a clothing THIEF. All of Duncan’s shirts and hoodies are now “shared property”

#totaldrama #tdi courtney #courtney total drama #total drama courtney #total drama island #tdi #duncney #heathney #I’m courtney’s biggest multishipper #stan courtney #I’m delusional #total drama

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milkibabe · 9 months

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Omg I would kill for you to write Craig for your camping headcanons I love your writing sm 😭💗

This was my most requested headcanons yet! Hope I delivered for you guys <3

(Yes, ik its been a month im sorry i disappear sometimes)

♥Camping with Friends w/ Tweek & Craig♥

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with your huge friend group plus your bf's Tweek and Craig

✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3

✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of drugs and alcohol

✢ note: characters are all 21+, Hey guys, I know it's not the family camping hc's ya'll are used to but I wanted to make it fun and include a huge friend group instead. Also this is a really long list of HCs that I've been working on for a while. So, sorry that it kind of ends on a cliffhanger. If you guys want more, I'm happy to add onto it or make a second parter in the future!!

Tweek and Craig HCs

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Originally Craig didn't want to go to the camping trip because he'd rather be at home, but when he heard how enthusiastic you were he decided to go anyways.

Tweek was nervous to go because he feared the outdoors, but decided to tough it out for you and Craig.

Craig packed very lightly, he doesn't own that many outfits anyways.

Tweek overpacked, his bag was filled to the brim with gear such as a crap ton of sunscreen, bug spray, bear spray, and other random things because 'what if".

You and Craig's crew rode in Tolkien's van to get to the camping grounds.

It was a three hour drive, so you spent it chatting with the boys on the way there.

Jimmy spent the drive cracking jokes in the passenger seat, making all of you groan from time to time.

Clyde was in the very back seat, squished by the cargo the van was holding.

You all exchanged ideas of how the camping trip will go, planning possible activities for everyone to participate in.

Craig fell asleep on you because he was bored by small talk.

Once you got to the campsite you met up with the other groups.

Of course, Wendy's group of girls were already there before you arrived.

"See Wendy, I told you there was no point in leaving early! Y/N and all of them just got here and Stan's no where to be seen!" Bebe complained.

You and Tweek got to unpacking Tolkien's van while Craig sleepily set up a spot for your guys' tent.

After an hour of setting up and unpacking, Stan's truck pulls up to the site.

"See this is why we shouldn't leave Cartman in charge of the directions! We got lost like eight times!" Kyle complained out loud as soon as they got out.

"Shut the fuck up Kyle! It's your fault, I was distracted by your shit fucking music taste! Blame Stan for giving you aux!" Cartman yelled back, slamming the truck door closed.

You and Clyde held back laughter from watching them fight, as well as watching Wendy scold Stan.

After another hour, everyone's stuff was set up as well as your makeshift kitchen/hangout area.

Your tent was labelled to fit up to five people, but it felt a little cramped from the air mattresses you put in there.

It didn't help that Craig was really tall and took up a lot of space.

Stan told everyone that he needed to stop by the nearest supermarket to pick up last minute snacks and buy more ice for the coolers.

Wendy by default was tagging along, but Tolkien as well as Craig wanted to go with.

You didn't want to be left out so you went along too.

Tweek stayed behind because he 'doesn't trust Stan's driving, neither his old ass truck'.

When you got to the supermarket you and Craig looked for your favorite snacks, while Tolkien and Stan bought several pounds of ice.

You and Craig came across pool floaties and decided to buy a few for Tweek, since you both knew he'd be anxious swimming in the lake.

On the drive back from the market Craig leaned on your head and whispered that he loves you.

He has his random moments of sappiness.

When you got back it was already dark, so Kenny started up the campfire so that you guys could cook dinner.

You and the girls pitched in to help cook, since you knew better than to trust the boys to cook.

You loaded two plates full of food for your boyfriends.

When you handed it to them they both lovingly smiled at you.

Even Craig, who normally holds a blank expression.

Tweek went on to compliment your cooking nonstop, while Craig just nodded while eating.

Eventually, Craig was tired of Tweek talking too much and hushed him by lifting his fork up to Tweek's mouth.

Tweek took it as a sign to just eat and smiles out of embarrassment.

After dinner you and Wendy's group chat and catch up on each others' lives and drama.

While you girls are off to the side chatting and gossiping, you look at your two lovers laughing and goofing around with the other boys on the other side of camp.

You smile and think about how your boyfriends are also enjoying themselves.

You head to bed with Tweek around midnight, since you were both tired as fuck.

Since Craig is a total night owl, he stayed up a little longer with Kenny, Kyle, and Clyde. (Stan wanted to join too but Wendy made him go to bed with her)

You could sort of make out what they were talking about since they were talking softly, trying not to disturb the others' sleep.

Oddly, they were talking about the meaning of life and some other philosophical shit.

You rolled your eyes, knowing they probably got into Kenny's stash of edibles after dinner.

You peacefully drift off to sleep on top of Tweek's softly breathing chest.

"We were so fucking lucky to meet Y/N." You hear Craig say before losing consciousness.

When you awake in the morning, Craig has you both wrapped in his arms.

You give the two boys a kiss on the forehead and get up to get ready for the day.

You help Wendy, Heidi, and Nicole start breakfast, since you guys planned to go swimming in the lake today everyone needed a big breakfast.

Bebe and Rebecca came back from the bathrooms after doing their 1000 step skincare routine to also 'pitch in'.

But really they just sat on their phones waiting for you guys to finish.

The guys start to slowly wake up, starting with Kyle and Butters.

The last to wake up was of course your sleepy boyfriends.

Tweek was practically dragging Craig out of the tent, Craig was definitely last to go to bed.

"Ack- Craig we gotta get up or we'll miss breakfast!" Tweek says frantically pulling Craig's arm.

"Calm down babe, Y/N will save us a plate" Craig says before yawning.

You were a little irritated that Craig just assumed you would enable his laziness.

You totally did save a plate for the two, though.

Tweek urged you to eat more since he's always worried about you.

Craig was still completely out of it, he ate his breakfast like a zombie.

Since Tweek goes nowhere without his parent's special coffee blend, he made a huge pot for everyone to share.

He gave a cup to Craig to hopefully revive him.

After everyone was full and recharged, Wendy told everyone to get ready to go to the lake.

You helped your boyfriends put on sunscreen, since Tweek burns easily and Craig wont put on any.

"Babe, I love you but I hate the way sunscreen feels on my skin." Craig said lazily putting his arms up for you.

"Well, you'll hate the feeling of skin cancer more!" You said rubbing it on his arms.

After helping Tweek apply sunscreen, Tweek offers to help you too.

You accept and let Tweek lovingly, albeit very messily apply the lotion to your skin.

When you get to the beach, you help the girls lay out chairs and towels to set up your guys' spot.

Craig helps blow up a bunch of floaties for everyone to use (mostly Tweek).

Craig tethers Tweek's floatie to the cooler that Tolkien brought so that there is no possible way Tweek will float away.

Tweek chills in his donut style floatie while everyone starts to get into the water.

You cling to Craig because that water is mfkin cold as shit.

Tweek floats over you to ask if you're okay.

Before you could respond, Cartman cannonballs into the lake splashing everyone in the process.

Wendy gets mad and starts to yell at him for getting her hair wet as well as Kyle just yelling at him because that's what he does best.

Cartman just splashes Kyle more and starts an all out water war.

No one is safe from the splashing.

At some point you get on Craig's shoulders and battle Bebe and Clyde in a chicken fight.

You and Craig of course win.

The entire time Jimmy, Butters, and Tweek were just floating and watching the whole thing go down from a safe distance.

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The trip started off very wholesome and sweet at the beginning, but soon turned really dirty for the three of you.

The two boys loved to fight over you and make everything into a competition.

When you were busy chatting with the girls, Tweek and Craig made a bet over who could make you cum the most during the trip.

Tweek took advantage of the time he had alone with you the first night you guys were there.

Since Craig was preoccupied on getting high with Kenny and chatting, Tweek made his first move on you.

Perhaps, Tweek was a genius mastermind and convinced Kenny to distract Craig for a few hours. (Kenny's a real bro and agreed to)

You were all comfy and getting ready to sleep with Tweek when he started to kiss your neck, making you giggle from the sensation.

The kisses started to turn from cute to playful, to light nibbles.

His nips at your flesh made you cover your mouth and moan quietly.

He lifted up from your neck and looked into your eyes, basically making sure you were okay with him going on.

You nodded and smiled a little from his precious worried expression.

He then lifted your shirt up and gazed at your exposed chest in awe, taking in your gorgeous form.

Tweek lowered himself once again and started to suck and nip at your breasts.

This earned a couple of stifled moans from you as you gripped at the sleeping bag beneath you.

Tweek took his right hand and slid them between your legs, which you were unknowingly pressing together.

He parted them slightly and used two fingers to rub circles on your clit through your panties.

You arched your back and held back some more moans, hearing some of the boys outside of the tent still chatting around the campfire.

You couldn't take anymore of the teasing so you started to ask Tweek to keep going.

"Please Tweek, m-more" you asked in a whiny, hushed voice.

"Okay" Tweek said whispering back in a raspy tone.

Tweek slipped your panties off of one leg and inserted his fingers inside of you.

You were so needy and wet, Tweek had to be careful not to make unintentional lewd sounds while fingering you.

You clutched onto his shoulders and breathed heavily as he curled his fingers into that special spot that makes you throw your head back in pleasure.

You needed more of him, so you wrapped your legs around him and begged for Tweek to fuck you.

Tweek thought you'd never ask.

He nervously smiled and pulls his pajama pants down, letting you guide him.

You pulled his dick out of his underwear and gave it a few pumps, which got a small whimper out of him.

You aligned him with your needy little hole and let him slowly push into you.

He let you adjust to his size, aka you dug your fingernails into his back while crying and whining into his shoulder.

After giving you a kiss on your forehead he started thrusting into you, being careful not to cause the tent to move too much.

You used all of your might to not moan out loud from the pleasure.

Tweek has the tendency to twitch a lot, but it increases tenfold when he's fucking you.

You just feel so fucking good, he can't help but jerk a little when he thrusts into you.

He takes you into his arms and pounds you into the air mattress, while you sob into his chest from the overwhelming pleasure.

Tweek couldn't exactly hold back his erratic thrusts which may have been slightly audible from outside the tent.

Kenny definitely knew what was up, but everyone else was too high or drunk to notice.

Tweek still was on a mission to get you to cum as much as possible, so he returned to rubbing your clit while he thrusted into you.

It was enough to send you over the edge.

You came hard while he was still inside of you, which almost made him cum too.

But he pushed past it to get you to cum some more.

He continued overstimulating you, causing you to cum another two times.

He couldn't hold back any longer and pulled out with your last orgasm, releasing his warm, sticky fluids all over your tummy.

After you both calmed down he cleaned you up with a wet wipe.

He helped you get dressed and laid down next to you. Adjusting himself so that you could lay on his chest.

While you drifted off to sleep, Tweek took a marker and wrote three tally marks on his left palm to let Craig know about his progress.

When Craig enters the tent an hour later, he sees the two of you cuddling sweetly, fast asleep.

At first Craig smiled and thought it was sweet until he saw the marks all over your collarbone and neck, as well as the tally marks on Tweek's exposed palm.

Craig clicked his tongue and glared at you guys, taking this as a declaration of war between him and Tweek.

He nestled himself on the other side of you and took you both into his arms, while plotting how he was going to rail you tomorrow.

You and Tweek were oblivious to the evil plans Craig was cooking up throughout the day.

His plans all paid off when Tweek fell asleep on one of the beach chairs after getting out of the water to dry off.

Craig swiftly loosened your string bathing suit while you weren't paying attention.

You felt it start to slip and panicked, telling Craig to grab a towel and help you to the bathroom.

He gladly accompanied you to the bathroom to help you 'fix' your bathing suit.

You turned around in the bathroom stall expecting him to help you tie it.

When he didn't budge, you turned around wondering what he was doing.

He just stood there, tall and intimidating, his usual blank expression turned into a bit of a smirk.

"W-What..?" You asked holding your top up with your arms.

"What do you mean what? I know you and Tweek has fun without me last night." Craig said walking towards you.

"Oh that- I'm sorry we should've told you earlier" You said giving Craig an innocent look.

"Nah, that's not the issue I have." He said pushing you into the wall, arm pressed above your head.

He looked down on you and moved your arm from holding up your top with his free hand.

"Just mad I wasn't apart of it, is all." He said grabbing your jaw with the same hand.

Your face became flushed as your bathing suit was barely hanging on to your body.

"Well then how do I make it up to you?" You said looking up at him, slightly pouting.

"You get on your knees, princess." Craig said smiling.

You immediately sink to your knees understanding what he wanted.

You were more than willing to do whatever he wanted because seeing him shirtless made you feral to begin with.

You slid his swim trunks down, enough for his dick to spring out of them.

He watched you attentively, taking in the sight of you kneeling beneath his cock.

You stroked him a couple of times before taking the tip into your mouth.

You slowly took him into your mouth, causing him to grunt from the feeling of your warm, wet tongue glide against him.

Craig took the opportunity to grab your hair and help you go at a pace he wanted.

The pace being a lot quicker than you were expecting so soon.

You choked a bit, trying to keep up with Craig's thrusts.

"Fuuck, your throat feels so good babe" Craig moaned out while tilting his head back.

Craig pulled out of your mouth to give you a second to breathe.

You gasped for air as tears started to stain your cheeks.

Craig then knelt down to help you up, which confused you for a second.

"Oh I'm just getting started sweetie" He said turning you around to face the wall.

You hold onto the wall as he moves your hips to align with his.

You let out a whimper as he enters your needy pussy, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"Fuck, I forget how tight you are" Craig groaned out.

You moan out loud as he fully sinks into you, feeling his dick hit that same sweet spot that Tweek had hit with his fingers the night before.

Craig could tell he hit the right spot from the sounds you let out and pulled himself out slightly, making you whine from how slow his thrusts were.

That was when he slammed right back into you, causing you to yelp from the surprise.

"Keep making those cute noises" he said starting to thrust faster.

Your moans and whimpers echoed throughout the bathroom as Craig pounded you mercilessly, causing your legs to give out beneath you.

He held you your hips up and watched as your body started to sink from the stimulation.

Craig was determined to get you to cum, so he drilled into your sweet spot until you clenched around him and reached your climax.

You scream out his name as Craig didn't slow down or pause for you to come down from your high.

He wanted to punish you for letting Tweek fuck you first.

You were too cock drunk to put two and two together, that both Tweek and Craig were overstimulating you a lot.

After you came for the third time, Craig was desperately holding out to beat Tweek, but he soon reached his limit.

Craig quickly ordered you to get on your knees again.

"Shit, be a good girl and swallow all of it" Craig said holding your hair with one hand and jerking off with the other.

You open your mouth in anticipation as he curses under his breath.

He quickly shoves himself back into your mouth and cums down your throat, making you choke a little.

You swallow everything like he asked.

Craig comes down from his own high and quickly remembered he failed to beat Tweek.

"Fuck" He said putting his shorts back on.

"What?" You asked as he helped you off of your knees.

"Nothing, lets go back and join the others. Don't wanna keep 'em waiting." Craig said with a slight laugh.

"Oh shit you're right!" You said realizing how longs its been.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of your week long trip.

#south park fanfiction #south park x reader #south park hcs #south park smut #south park #craig x tweek x reader #craig tucker x reader #tweek tweak x reader

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dwntwn-strnlo · 3 months

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FRISKY - sunburn two

-------------- "when you're gone like sunburn or you're here like rain."

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A/N ; this is the farthest ive gone into the deep end when it comes to writing so 🤷‍♀️

SYPNOPSIS ; so much effort

PAIRING ; toxic!matthew sturniolo x toxic!reader

CONTENT WARNING ; angst, drinking from both parties (ik sorry sorry but i had too for it to fit the song), profanity, toxic!matt AND toxic!reader, verbal arguing, multiple mentions of sex, mentions of a fwb relationship, unresolved ending

toast your dilemma baby,

it's mid december, and matt looks like his head might blow off. the orange light overhead gently accentuated his undeniably upset, but still soft, kind features. you watched him as he carelessly tilted his head back, downing the rest of his drink.

you picked at the food on your plate, pushing it around with your fork as you zoned out over matts shoulder. you wanted to go out tonight, give yourselves a break from work and the internet-but you both sat there like lumps of coal. having nothing to talk about, not even the boreless small talk about television, or recent family drama.

the two of you were already bickering on the drive over, but even the red roses and the suited waiters couldn't distract you guys from the storm cloud hanging over you. you didn't want the cloud to spill, but there wasn't much that you could do to fight back.

matt sets his wine glass down, watching you sit there. “sorry,” he mumbles. a dry apology escaping his lips. snapping you back to reality. when you don’t respond he continues, “for what happened in the car.” you’ve been in the restaurant for 45 minutes and its the first sentence he spoke to you since you sat down.

shrugging, you set your fork down on the table, meeting his crystalized eyes. “don't apologize, I wasn't listening to you.” you were listening to him, but you knew he wouldn't drop it if you didn't take part of the blame.

it's only temporary,

it would be crazy for you to not know that matt doesn't care about all the sappy shit, he's only in the relationship for one thing. and that one thing definitely isn't your mental well being. he didn't really care if you accepted his apology, he just wanted to make sure you were still in his bed when he woke up in the morning.

he kept his eyes on you as he picked up his pasta, and put it in his mouth. his stare had a death grip on you and you were too intimidated to look away. “you gonna eat that?” he queried, pointing at your barely touched spaghetti. “that’s going to cost me a lot of money.”

holding back a scoff, you sat forward, twirling the pasta onto your fork and eating it. “better?” you mumbled, it felt snarky leaving your lips, but you didn't care. you were still pissed about the car ride.

“don't be a brat, y/n.” he shot back, furrowing his brows at you. “you’re such a fucking mess.” he huffed.

don’t be so messy headed.

it took everything in you not to frown at his words. “god, ill pay you back.” you muttered, leaning back against your chair again. your appetite still not coming back to you;

he looked away from you, eyeing his fettuccine. “why dont you ever listen?” he groaned. now too, picking at his food.

you stared at him, his words pissing you off entirely.

you grabbed the bottle of wine, pouring it into your glass before shooting it down. “i'm going home.” you said, standing up, “ill call an uber.” you were insanely frustrated, and you weren't going to let matt keep shoving you around.

we’re drunk in these fancy places,

“woah- hey, baby-” his eyes were wide as he stood up too, reaching out too you. “you can barely walk, you drank too much-”

the sound of him dropping his fork made a harsh CLANK! and several people looked up from their dinner, now paying attention to the both of you. a wave of embarrassment washing over you as more and more eyes began to pile onto you.

i help you navigate ‘cause nobody ‘round you makes an effort-

you narrowed your eyes at him, he was right, you had way too much wine, but you weren't going to let him know that. “ill be fine,” i muttered, unhooking my purse from the chair.

“yeah if you want to get yourself killed,” he sighs, calling the waiter over and quickly paying for your meals and walking after you. throwing his jacket over his shoulder in a hurry. “i can take you home.”

-and i wanna make an effort.

you huff, running your hands down your face as you walk out of the restaurant. suddenly realizing your jacket is in matt's car. hugging yourself to combat the december weather, you stand outside the front door.

“darling c’mon,” matt walked out of the restaurant after you. “ill take you home, you don't have to go to my place.” he assuringly reached out, stepping in front of you. the look in his eyes told you that he actually wanted to bring you back to your house, not wanting to overstep you while you had alcohol pounding through your veins.

step outside but not to brawl,

you shrug him off, pushing his hand away and attempt to walk back inside where it was still warm. the half bottle of wine and your four inch heels weren't a good mix, and they left you stumbling above the pavement.

“y/n-” matt called out again, reaching forward. grabbing your hands when you completely stumble, almost fully hitting the ground.

and, watch your feet try not to fall,

but it wasn't enough and you still scraped your knee on the concrete. “oh my fucking god,” you mumbled to yourself. letting matt pull you back up to your feet. you could feel the tears begin to ambush you, but you refused to let them fall right now.

or we’ll make it to the moon all scraped and bruised up.

matt met your eyes with a small frown. “are you alright?” he mumbled, grazing his thumb over your cheek.

“i’m fine,” you whispered. keeping your eyes entangled with his. you wanted to cry, in all honesty. your knee hurt, and you were embarrassed and frustrated.

he slightly nods, really not believing you. he clears his throat, gently tossing your arm over his shoulder so he can help you to the car. “c’mon, baby.” he mumbles, more to himself then to you.

. . . it's complicated, but it's temporary.

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driaswrld · 6 months

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vi. home.

part of : letters sealed and unsent event.

— from : fushiguro toji.

i made five hundred thousand yen today.

it doesn't feel like much to me though, probably cause it isn't.

sorry if you tried ringing the burner. it fell into a bowl of udon a few days ago and i forgot to get it replaced — you know better than to worry about me anyway.

so what's my pretty girl been up to? stayin' cute? stuffing your face with that preheated junk you call food? i'll bring back some stuff when this job's over, we can get to cooking up a storm in that little kitchen.

maybe if i'm in a good enough mood i'll let you convince me to wear that cute apron you've got.

you into that?

ofcourse you are. little perv.

i don't really like it here much. maybe i'm homesick or something.

and before you go talking shit about "how can you be homesick for a home that isn't even yours?" i've got a key with your initials on it that says otherwise.

maybe it's the crowd, the noise in the city, or the job.

maybe i'm bored out of my mind.

but i think i miss you. miss that pretty face, that little pout you do when you don't get your way like some spoiled brat - the way you squirm a little when your feet get cold under the covers.

okay, alright. i miss you.

when i get back, when i get home, i'll make up for all that lost time. i got a little something for you too — no i'm not gonna tell you what it is, don't be impatient with me, you know better, pretty.

it's nothing too fancy, just something i saw when i was walking around, made me think of you. don't get too sappy on me either, it's just a gift.

when i come home, you'll be waiting for me, right? wanna hear you say you miss me too, stroke my ego just a little.

i love you. so damn much.

it won't be long until i'm with you again, so don't worry your little head about it, okay? stay cute, stay safe, stay fed and keep missing me.

love you, i'll be home soon.

— for khae 💌 (@draecys)

i love u so bad kaykay ik u only requested this bcus u got tired of me ranting ab toji :))

+ a mini letter from khae :

Little sis !!! Congrats on your big soon to be 500 followers stink ☺️ I love you sm keep writing good stuff and feeding my daily delusions esp with those satosugu x reader <333

#lsu ✉️#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji x reader

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pupcuck · 4 months

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Cherry! Ship your mutuals with characters you think match them!

omg ok excuse me I did diff versions of leon cuz idk who people like!! and sorry if ur not on here omg i don’t talk to very many people 😭

@wherenymphsroam lune literally deserves di leon n di jill at once they can play house with you mom n dad fr

@kastelixa vendetta leon cuz he won’t hesitate to shoot you in the face or re4r so you can play fortnite or whatever.

@br0therfuckers it’s either di leon bc! dad bf or nero bc he loves sweethearts n would be so grossly sappy for you

@onismdaydream PERCEEE I think chris and claire. redfield tagteam and re4r leon.. just bc . brother leon is him :3

@kalashnikovas user girlfridged i think u need re6 leon bc idk u would do him good i think it’s just a hunch… and im right

@snowzbun DAMNATION LEON. sappy n pathetic n head over heels bc u deserve that and ASHLEY bc i think u r just two peas in a pod omg and she would spoil you

@bratphilia mr afton duhhhh but damnation leon cuz he’s uncle leon.. idk why u remind me of him

@iwantyouinacage vendetta bc he’s the meanest and I think to a certain extent ami would enjoy that :3 and idk if you’ve played outbreak but kevin for some reason…

@90sbee ada without a doubt, but also for some reason ashley? going off ur rbs… think ashley would love u LMFAO

@petwifed MIMI HAII :3 ik ur not primarily into re but i just think you would really match either di leon or vendetta LMFAO

@angelofwoe RE2R DUHHH!!! WHO ELSE!!! literally when i see u pop up on my tl i think of him 😭

#inbox 💌

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 2 months

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sorry not sorry but I have an ✨idea✨

So it’s perfectly plausible that Boo could’ve moved to that “nowhere town” because it was their easiest or only choice, right?

HOWEVER, I believe that there’s a beauty to the alternative, which is that Boo actually moved there wanting something more, something their old life failed to provide. Something that no one would really expect to find in that simple little seaside town.

And even more, I like to imagine that Boo’s presence in that town had a (gradual) positive influence on the place. Alphonse said himself that they didn’t get a whole lot of new faces in that town, so the idea of Boo making a difference just by showing up just means a lot to me.

Ik it’s kinda sappy but it’s how I feel

I also like the idea of Boo having influence in town because of their baking is so fucking cute. Adding to Boo moving to the town for something more makes me wonder what could the town give them? Maybe some homey vibes compared to the city they probably lived in before. Also be as sappy as you want in my inbox I love all of them <33

#red answers #yuurivoice #red rants #yuurivoice sugarboo

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serena-hart-09 · 11 months

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Hii I saw your request and I was wondering if I could get a one shot for a Lucifer x mc fluff? Where they go ice skating in the human realm for a date, and end it cuddle by the fire...

Thank you so much!!! If you have any questions be free to ask I'm not picky!!

A/N: Hi I am sorry for reply to this late but I thought that this might be the right time to finally post it! ✨ Also thank you for requesting such a cute request! 🤗 It may be a bit small then the length I normally write but........ I hope you like it! (I really do since its been a while since I finally wrote the draft complete so it may not match my usual style-)[Plus this was meant to be posted on his birthday I am sorry-]

Anyways, I hope you like this!

TW: None. (Mistakes here and there.)

Extra: Fluff ; (Very Much) Unreliable Narrator ; Tsundere Lucifer (and I think he is-) ; Lucifer maybe OC in this ; Soft Lucifer ; Mostly Third-Person Narration ; Teasing ; GN!MC ; GN!Reader ; (No relation to Nightbringer).

Lucifer X MC (Reader)

Love On the Ice

[Ik it sappy but this the only thing that came to mind]

Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride was not someone who was easily attainable. He was not someone who was easily swooned for someone else. He always thought that no one could make him do anything that they want, let alone through their orders, or even their eyes….. no matter how shiny and hopeful….. and very beautiful they may seem…..

So when the local human of the House of Lamentation, became silent due to yearning for their old home….. Lucifer couldn’t stand their…… homesickness… sad eyes… Each and every day in RAD and even home felt empty without the usual chatter and chaos in the House. As much as the eldest loves silence…. He still was very much fond of having chaos in his life.

The eldest was very good at reading the atmosphere. The usual bickering and joking during dinner was suddenly replaced with an awkward silence. There were small tries to start a conversation among the residents but they were shut down as the human sat longing for something.

Lucifer wanted to comfort them and ask them what was wrong. He wanted help, as they had helped him so many times.

So, he did.

He went down the long hallways and entered their room, witnessing the same scene of longing and them being lost in their thoughts again.

He had asked them all the questions. At first came denial, the answers ranged from, “It’s alright!” ; “Everything is ok!”; “No! I love it here!”; to finally, “I miss the human world….. sometimes……”

To be honest, the eldest had seen this coming….

After all, who wouldn’t miss their home after being separated for so long? Even if he’d like to deny it, he would as well, miss the chaos, the food, everything else.

Even though his rational mind went against it, his emotions finally took over him, as he gazed upon the melancholy expression they had. He had asked, “Would you like to go back? For some time?”

It was as if fireworks lit up in their eyes, and their usual self, came back in an instant, “Oh? Would it be a date?” they asked.

Lucifer wasn’t someone to back off from the challenge, “maybe.” He smirked at them.

“Well, then I will be the one deciding the itinerary!”

Well, the eldest would have decided against it but…… how could he deny them for they had such a cute expression in that moment?

This was what led him to this situation…..

Lucifer was not someone to back away from a challenge. Yet now, he wished to be the one to plan the schedule instead…

“How in the nine hells do you stand in this…….thing?”

Note that, said “thing” being ice skates.

The beloved human and the grumbling demon were right now, at an ice- skating rink.

At first, when the human had presented the idea, Lucifer wasn’t sure but didn’t want to refuse them their happiness either, so he relented.

The original plan was to ice skate on a frozen pond, of course, Lucifer refused for safety reasons much to MC’s sulking (again) at his decision.

But now, Lucifer isn’t much sure about the whole idea at all.

This time it was nearly his 54th attempt at standing straight on the ice with the skating gear that the staff provided them.

MC looked at him with a fond smile and skated back to him, “Hey,” they reach out their hand to him, offering their hand to him, “Want some help?”

“……”

The demon tries yet again, only to fall once again. Heat rises on his cheeks and for a moment he looks away as he whispers a small, “yes”.

The human then holds Lucifer’s hand and helps him in standing straight on the ice first. Then, slowly, they help him glide without letting his hands go. As much they want to shout as the demon’s nails were painfully digging into their hands, MC could not help but smile fondly at the demon looking down at the ice under his feet, accusing it, probably.

“You look like a cat holding onto me for your dear life, like in the meme I saw-”

“No.”

The demon glares at them now, which makes MC laugh out at him, amused (and clearly enjoying the situation). The demon now red in the face tries to glide away from MC huffing…… but that made him trip and nearly fall again.

“Lucifer-”

“I am fine, I am alright. The damn ground did not hurt me.” He mutters angrily as he turns to them.

“…..”

“MC….? What happened?” the demon asks worriedly if had done something wrong as the human was now wearing a frown on their face.

“Ah….. maybe this was a bad decision.”

“…..What do you mean?”

“Lucifer…… It isn’t enjoyable if one of us was not having fun….”

“Just a minute ago you were having fun with my suffering….?”

A small smile blooms upon their face only for a moment, then, with an apologetic expression MC continues, “As much as I love to see that dorky, cute, and even the tsundere side of you…… I also want you to enjoy with me……” then they sigh, “Lucifer let’s get-”

“Ice skating seems to be something you dearly enjoy.”

“….”

“While coming down the road to the rink……. You were beaming excitedly….”

“Still-”

“We are here to lighten up, are we not? And-” still struggling the demon smiles at them, “even if I may find this…… difficult….. I would like you to take the lead and teach me.”

Now it was the human’s turn to blush whispering how ‘unfair of him to be so smooth’; Lucifer merely chuckles fondly at their reaction and (with some struggle) holds their hands and nods at them. They beam at him with a big fond smile that the demon loves to see so much.

After sometime, Lucifer sat down outside the ice quite tired, he grumbles under his breath a little until they hear the sound of skates crashing down. He gets up worried about MC (also due to the fact that luckily that day not many people were skating so most of the rink was a bit empty) only to see them attempting to jump a triple axel and then gaining speed for a quadruple Lutz. As they finally land the jumps successfully, they do a “YES” gesture excitedly.

The demon may not know the particulars, but looking at the MC and their child-like happy face, he too, smiles with pride. [Look, I had to- It was perfect here.]

After having a lot of fun and more jumps, MC comes back from the ice and kisses Lucifer's cheek conveying their thanks, he only looks away blushing and smiling.

******

The Avatar of Pride was always known to be ruthless and sadistic even by his brothers, the Royals, the whole Devildom, and even to himself…..

Yet, after the entrance of this human……. Things changed……

At first he…. Did not like these changes….. mostly due to the fact that he was doubtful of the human……. But now…..

“I don’t mind them, if anything I do enjoy it all myself.” He answers the question that MC had asked.

“Aww, I knew it! So, even though you act as if you hate the chaos of your brothers, you still love them and their shenanigans! You are such tsundere-” MC exclaims teasingly at Lucifer laughing at him. They are interrupted by the demon in question himself, “Those……. ‘shenanigans’ (?) that don’t make too much mess for me to handle…… Also isn’t being a ‘Tsundere’, Mammon’s job?” he brings them close to him as he looks the fireplace for a moment.

“Well, it is, but you…. Well…..you are like a ‘Tsundere that tries to be subtle but ends up failing to be so’ so there you go, and I find that incredibly cute and dorky. Also, you give some good cuddles but not as best as Belphie.”

“….. My brothers would never call me cute-”

“Asmo did once-”

“Only once.”

“But you are cute. Especially when you are drunk-”

“I will not further argue since I know that you will not give up.”

“So that means I won? That means you agree with my statement-”

Letting out a “hmph” Lucifer just nuzzles MC’s neck hiding his face. Thinking about today and of all the days before……. He lets out a smile and closes his eyes….. feeling….. happy…..

“You are blushing, aren’t you?”

“No.”

End Notes: I hope you like this! 😊

Please do not repost without permission! (Reblogs are welcome!)

All the characters mentioned above belong to Shall We Date?: Obey Me!, NTT Solmare

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manohmangreeneyes · 2 years

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The Harrigtons™

summary: steve harrington x y/n byers and their six little nuggets' life

characters: dad!steve x byers!y/n, joyce x hopper, will, jonothan, el, dustin, lucas x max, mike

warnings: ST4 VOL. 2 SPOILERS!! fluff, minimal swearing, pregnancy, hinted smut, childbirth, that's probably it :)

legend: italics = not in the moment narration, ~~~ = scene change

a/n: ik literally nobody pays attention to these but if this sucks i'm sorry it's my first time writing :,) also i tried really hard to keep steve in-character, bc i read so many of these where he totally isn't.. takes place after season four, except there's no ominous ending (i'm coming for u duffers) also nancy is non-existent in this fic (i love her but she would be problematic due to ST4 ship moments; and there's no mileven or byler bc will and el are way to good for mike and the im convinced byler car scene was will finally letting himself let go of mike)

anyways enjoy

~~~

"STEVE!" I cried, sitting on the cold tile of our shared bedroom's bathroom.

He sprinted in from the kitchen- with the glass of water he went to get for me- breathless. "What's it say?"

I flipped the pregnancy test around, revealing two pink lines.

"YES!" he cried, high-fiving me ecstatically. "This is so great, y/n," he smiled, kneeling down to my spot on the floor.

"We're gonna be parents," I murmured, caressing my boyfriend's face gently.

"The start of our Brood of Harringtons™!" He cheered.

~~~

You're probably wondering, "What had you done to get in this situation?" Hopefully not literally, but that's not the point. Well, after all of the chaos in Hawkins, me and Steve finally decided what was most important to the both of us: each other.

Now, I know it was cheesy for us to realize that, but c'mon, where did you think all those clichés came from?

After Steve's sappy speech in the Winnebago, and the terrifying threats of the Upside Down, we worked towards making that dream a reality.

Steve enrolled in ILEA, or the Police Academy for Indiana. I went back to college, seeing as I had been accepted to the local community college. Me and Steve had planned to wait to get married and have our "six little nuggets", as he calls them, until after college. But things don't always go according to plan- especially after a few drinks and a local party (which I remember nothing, not even whose party it was). I missed my monthly twice, and finally told Steve. Of course, he was beyond happy, and ran out to buy a few pregnancy tests. And that's how we ended up talking about our baby-to-come on a Sunday afternoon, on the floor of our bathroom.

But that was back in '87, a whole year after the last.. incident. But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to tell you about my family, The Harrington's.

~~~

Nine months after that, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy: Matthew James Harrington. Born October 7, 1987, at 6:22 in the morning, after 13 long hours of excruciating pain. Here's how it went..

"Hey, Steve..?" I said calmly.

"Yeah, babe?" Steve called from over his shoulder. He was on a ladder, fixing a dead lightbulb in the nursery.

"So, don't freak out," I said, still calm. Which, of course, made Steve turn around, and see me waddle in with my water broken all over my pants.

"Oh. Oh! OH, SSSSSSHIT!" He yelled, scrambling down the ladder. "Ooookay, okay. Stay calm, alright! You go take a bath, change into your hospital clothes, and we'll get in the car, and drive to the hospital!" He listed as he guided me into the bathroom, starting a bath and lying out my hospital clothes.

"Alright, I'll stay calm," I giggled, laughing at his panicked state.

After helping me into the bath, he darted between the bathroom and bedroom, continuously asking me how I felt. "Are you sure you don't need anything? Like, absolutely sure? Because I can get you anything you need," He rambled.

"I need you to stop asking me if I'm alright every five seconds. I'll let you know if I'm in any pain." I sighed.

"Okay, okay, sorry." He muttered, helping me out of the bath after a bit and handing me my clothes.

(Which I may or may not have had to ask for help to put on)

~~~

Steve had called my Mom (Joyce), Stepdad (Hop), Stepsister (El), and Brothers (Jon and Will) once we were at the hospital. They rushed over, only Mom and Steve following me into the delivery room.

"It's alright sweetheart, it's almost time," my mother cooed, pressing kisses to my sweaty forehead as she smoothed my hair. "You're almost there."

As expected, I was crying in pain. Scratch that, I was wailing. Childbirth is my least favorite thing, just to be clear.

"Good job, y/n.. good job, hon." Steve was repeating this like his life depends on it, his hand in mine as I squeezed it, nearly breaking his hand.

"I was prepared for pain, not whatever the hell this is!" I screeched, letting out a final push. And then I heard it. Sure, anyone else would have covered their ears at the sound of a screaming baby, but when it's yours, it is an entirely different experience.

Steve let go of my hand, walking over to the nurse holding our son. "Can I...?" He whispered. The nurse nodded, handing him our baby.

"Good job, sweetie.. you did so good." Mom sobbed as she kisses my head. She gave my hand a squeeze as Steve handed me our first baby.

"Hi, little man," I blubbered, "Hello, it's mama." Different flavors of that sentence passed between my giggles and sobs.

"We did good, huh?" Steve murmured, stroking my hair and holding our son's head.

"If you mean me by 'we', then, yes, I did do good." I teased, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Mom scooped the baby up softly, murmuring to him as me and Steve filled out our new baby's birth certificate. I looked back over once we finished, smiling at my mother and son.

"Yes, hello.... It's me, it's Grandma," she cooed.

I was really grateful for my mom and Hopper; they didn't waste one second in congratulating me and Steve. There were no lectures about how we were barely twenty, only loving support. Especially from the kids; they were all about being uncles and aunts. Steve's parents, however, were a different story.

Steve hasn't had the best relationship with his parents; his father really cared about what Steve did with his life. Which doesn't sound bad, except for the fact that that was all he cared about. Steve's mother was the same story, with a bit of 'I love you's sprinkled in between the lectures.

We had decided to keep Chris and babies-to-come out of his parents' lives. Steve wasn't comfortable with our kids being exposed to the same thing he was.

But my family's support and loved was very visible when they came in to meet baby Chris.

~~~

The boys walked in first, as the hospital only allowed two at a time (which meant Mom and Steve were kicked out). Will was carrying a bouquet of flowers for Steve and I, and Jonathan was holding his camera, jumping at the chance for pictures of his brand-new nephew.

"Hey, y/n/n," Will said. He walked over, sitting in the chair next to me. He peered at the tiny baby swaddled in puffy blankets. "And hello, baby...?"

"Christopher James Harrington." I stated proudly.

"Yeah, I'm not repeating all of that. Hi there, Chris." My younger brother cooed.

"Alright, move, my turn," Jonathan said after Will had got a chance to hold Chris. "Can I take a picture of you?" he asked.

You hadn't expected anything less from your twin brother. "One picture," you sighed. "Only one."

He smiled, snapping a picture of the two of you. "Now it's my turn to hold him... Hi there, Christopher.." he cooed, then looked back up to me. "He is the spitting image of Steve. The hair and everything."

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna have my hands full."

After the boys left me, El and Hopper walked in. El, never having held or been exposed to a baby, was extremely nervous. She let Hop go first, and he gladly accepted the offer.

"Let me get my hands on this monster," he uttered softly. It seems a bit harsh for a newborn, but I didn't expect any mushy baby-talk from him. "Hey there, Chris, It's Grandpa. I.." Jim went on talking to Chris as I motion El to come stand on my other side.

"Don't be nervous, El. You're gonna be just fine," I spoke. "I'll be right here and Jim's gonna help you hold her."

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I won't.. hurt him?"

"You would never." I promised.

With that, she walked over and sat in the chair. Hop helped her hold Christopher, and soon she was giggling at his little cries and squeaks.

After that, Steve came in to help us to the car. However, I refused to drive home, afraid the carseat wasn't in properly. Hopper checked it three times, but every time I looked at it and shook my head.

So, yes. I did, in fact, walk home with my newborn and boyfriend, the rest of my family following in the two cars that were brought.

~~~

I jumped, hearing a clamor and lots of various "LET US IN!"s at my front door. It was just two days after me and Chris came home from the hospital, and Steve had told the Teens to wait a few days until unleashing their chaos on our new baby. I laughed, making a "be quiet" signal as I opened the door to the Teens.

"Oh, don't tell me he's asleep!" Dustin complained.

"No, but you can't shout around a newborn regardless." I laughed.

They filed in and sat around the living room as I headed upstairs. "Guess who's here," I cooed to my son.

"I don't have to guess, I can hear them from up here," Steve said, walking in to hug me from behind.

"Hate to break it to you, but I wasn't talking to you, love. But, you do get to change him!" I said, handing the baby to Steve.

Steve sighed, sniffing his son. "Wow- that smells horrible. He's only drinking milk?" he coughed, beginning to change your baby.

"I'll be waiting with them," I laughed.

~~~

After changing him, Steve brought Chris down, handing him to Dustin first.

"I swear to you, Henderson, if you drop my kid you'll never be seen again," he warned, gently placing Chris in Dustin's arms.

The Teens crowded around him, all cooing and laughing at his every movement and sound. El and Will sat back with you, and Steve was behind the couch.

"Are you really going to let Mike hold him?" Will asked doubtfully.

"Yes," I said, seeing Mike glare over at Will. Then leaning into my little brother's ear, "sit next to him when he does." Which earned a laugh from the pair.

After they all had gotten a chance to hold Christopher, Max had called dibs on holding her the rest of the time, save little breaks when El would hold her. Steve and Dustin cooked dinner under the supervision of Lucas. Not that he was any more equipped, but if Steve and Dustin got into an argument, he was there to make sure nothing was set on fire.

And that's how things were. I loved the Teens, and not just because they were free babysitters. I knew that I was never going to have to worry about my babies, they were going to be very well cared for.

~~~

A few years later, Steve is Chief of Police. Yes, he's graduated from ILEA. I got a job at Hawkins' Law Firm, even if I was only their receptionist, and graduated college. It was now 1990, and me and Steve have two kids with another on the way. Christopher was now three years old, and a carbon copy of his father. We have a one and a half year old girl, Jessica. She was, and is, also a carbon copy of Steve, much to my annoyance that none of our babies take after me. Our next baby is also a girl, and I was about seven months along. We're naming her Emily.

Oh, and I almost forgot. Me and Steve tied the knot. After I gave birth to Jessica, he proposed to me. Not right after obviously, but about a month.

"So, what's the occasion?" I giggled, me and Steve sitting under a tree at Lovers' Lake.

"The occasion," Steve mocked my words, "is that I love you and our little family."

"That was the occasion when Jessica spit up on your back at breakfast today," I smiled. "so what's the real occasion?"

Steve sighed, pulling out a ring from his jean pocket. "The occasion," he murmured, "is our engagement..?" he ended it as a question.

"Steve, are you for real?" My voice trembled, on the verge of tears. It's crazy how even when I'm not pregnant my emotions can change in a matter of minutes.

He nodded. "Uhm, duh," He kissed my neck. "So?" Steve was never patient.

"Yes! Of course!" I sobbed- or laughed- well, both. "Gimme," I sniffled, looking at the simple silver band, lined with tiny diamonds. "Steve, it's beautiful."

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it."

~~~

"Mama," a small voice whispered, crawling on top of me, tiny knees and elbows crashing into my face. "Mama, it's time to go now."

I sighed, opening my eyes to a pair of identical y/e/c ones. "You're right, baby."

Steve walked in, tackling our youngest. "C'mon, nugget, let's go eat breakfast while Mama gets dressed."

I stretched, smiling. "You made breakfast?"

"I did," He smiled. "Everyone's up, except you. So let's go, chop chop."

"Alright, alright. I'll be down soon."

Steve and I have two boys and four girls. Not quite what we had planned, but we have no complaints. As I said before, things don't always go according to plan.

So here's our not-so-little family tree: Christopher James Harrington, born 1987. Jessica Brittany Harrington, born 1989. Emily Joyce Harrington, born 1991. The twins, Eddie Brian and Tiffany Michelle Harrington, born 1993. And lastly, Rachel Alison Harrington, born 1996.

~~~

"Have I told you what a great husband you are?" I murmured, hugging Steve from behind.

"Mm, not yet, I don't think so," he teased, passing down pancakes with the help of Chris.

"Well, you are." I smiled, scattering kisses on my husband's neck (much to our kids' disgust).

"I figured."

I sat down with my family, finishing up breakfast. After that, we all piled into our Winnebago, off on our long talked about Harrington Summer Road Trip.

~~~

So there we are. A whole brood, army, cult, whatever you'd like to call it, of Harringtons. There were some bumps along the way, like the time Steve dropped Eddie when he was two months old. Or the time I forgot Christopher at the grocery store when he was eight. But let's talk about high points: I started taking weekends and Wednesdays off to take care of the kids, and Steve came home earlier and left later for work. We got a dog, a golden retriever named Scooter. Robin comes over to babysit, along with Dustin and El. Sometimes Will tags along on our family trips, dragging Jonathan along. Jess got accepted onto the cheer team, and Tiffany is the head of the mathletes. Ed is a track star, and Rachel is an off-balanced ballerina. Chris is a basketball star, just like his dad. And Emily joined the AV club, ironically enough.

I guess that's it. Our Brood of Harringtons™. And boy, are we happy.

~~~

a/n: i'm sorry that gave me Cheaper By The Dozen vibes :,/ anyways requests are open for any Marvel or Stranger Things requests :)

#steve harrington #dad!steve harrington #six little nuggets #steve harrington x reader #baby fever #domestic fluff #soft steve #stranger things

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journey-to-the-attic · 6 months

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sdjbfkdshk i 4got that saying thot instead of thought isn't just an inside joke me n my friends have sorry 😭 ✋ i would never call you a thot (unless u wanted me too...)

that aside the angst is SOOOO good bro (gn). i was thinking actually that if ik is stained by the brothers' sins maybe she starts mirroring what they did when they had their sin stuff going on?? like bc levi went to hide in the lake maybe ik goes to there (and then levi has to fish her out before she drowns herself 😭)

i was acc thinking belphie would do the puttin to sleep part?? like he has special avatar of sloth magic. idk i was just imagining ik spiralling and he like hugs her and uses his magic to just sort of gently get her to rest...

can we get an amen for dadcifer though 🙏 he must be absolutely going thru it rn his poor daughter

no worries! i wouldn't really have minded either way, to be honest

that aside - these are really cute (and also really sad)!! i really like idea of belphie being the one to put her to sleep actually, he probably has some kind of special sloth magic that he'd use to watch over her dreams or something to keep her sleep peaceful :')

also yeah lucifer would be having such a bad time. he's been having a bad time since he first getting the whole pride flare-up thing, with only a brief period of relief between recovering and ik abruptly going off the deep end. he's probably blaming himself entirely for this happening (seeing the state ik was in before being put to sleep is probably one of the few things that could make him shed a tear)

i have been thinking on and off about how ik's whole situation would be resolved! and this is admittedly sorta similar to 'the long nightmare' in jtta, but the idea is that the brothers (+solomon bc i think his relationship with ik is especially important in this nightbringer situation) would enter her 'inner world' using some kind of ritual originating with sonno (ik's in deep sleep at this point, sonno's whole thing is dreams)

basically once in ik's own dreamscape (so to speak), she's been split into seven 'fragments', each holding and/or representing a piece of her soul - each brother encounters a fragment that's trapped in an empty memory of when she was trying to save each of them -asmo's is digging through the shattered remains of the glass coffin he was asleep in, satan's is wandering in the castle where he had his whole d&d showdown with his brothers, mammon's is hiding in the celestial realm's gardens

the idea is that the brothers have to do for the fragments as ik did for them at the time, thus removing the 'stain' of their sin. at that point the ik apparition disappears, and they're left with what i'm picturing as a sort of crystal piece? once each brother has recovered their fragment, solomon puts them back together - puts her 'soul' back together - which brings back their ik as they know her, without the sins affecting her, but still with her own personal anguish in tow

at that point i think solomon would reassure her (i can imagine ik would be afraid of waking up and facing everything again), lucifer in particular would probably have a moment to properly apologise. basically it's all very sappy and then the crystal pieces properly meld together - putting ik's 'heart' back together - at which point she wakes up

(i feel like there's a fnaf 'i will put you back together joke' to be made here)

#answering asks #anon asks #ik gets nightbrought #sorry this took a hot minute i saved this to finish responding to later and then forgot about it #on another note i was feeling weirdly out of sync all day at work and i only realised like an hour ago that it's bc the clocks went back #why the hell do we do that again >:#makes me wonder how barbatos would feel about it. mr time-is-immovable and all that #watching humans just go 'nah that doesn't match up. we think it should be like THIS' twice a year #i imagine there'd be some begrudging respect but mostly confusion. like why do you guys do that

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ghost-proofbaby · 9 months

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ghost!!! i am sobbing weeping crying omg twenty four hours is coming to an end and it is so very bittersweet. i found 24hrs on ao3 and stayed up until three am binging it, then immediately went and followed you on tumblr, and ive been keeping track of it ever since. im not very good a tumblr since i only started using the app for fanfic last october, and i am one of those people that sometimes is ashamed of being a fangirl, so it’s almost unbelievable to me that i have a space where no one will know it’s me and i can enjoy whatever i want. im still trying to adjust to that, tell myself that it’s okay to repost fanfics and that this is a safe space. but twenty four hours has helped me with a LOT of that. before i used to kinda be ashamed to go on tumblr, but now i scroll it daily bcs i didn’t want to miss any updates on the fic. i also made the plunge and officially got an ao3 account, after oh about, seven or eight years of reading fan fiction practically non stop. so im getting there, and i just wanted you to know that twenty four hours helped me to get there.

and i think the main reason that twenty four hours has helped me get there is because of the quality of your writing. you write beautifully, intricately, and most of all—truthfully. ive never read an x reader that has felt so real, so fleshed out and most of all, relatable. i would find myself having internal monologue as i read from the ‘reader’s’ perspective and then the next paragraph would, sometimes word for word, have ‘reader’ think what i was thinking. this fic was also so healing, in a way. the way you used literary devices to describe such complicated situations had me often feeling relieved—like i had just let something go. as someone with a lot of baggage right now and who has a hard time believing they could ever be loved, it was at the very least comforting to have my insecurities and my negative qualities forgiven and proven untrue through ‘reader’ if that makes sense.

ik this is sappy as hell but i genuinely feel this way. your writing has moved me in a way that actual published books haven’t done for me in a while. so i just want to thank you for the time, effort, and thought that went into this fic. and secondly, i want to suggest the idea of adapting this into a novel to be published or a screenplay for a movie, in case no one has mentioned that to you or you haven’t thought of it. i really believe you have something good here, and with your talent, i could see you being very successful. this story of these two people—who both have internal wounds inflicted on themselves, each other, or from the past—who then grow more self aware and choose to be honest, even when it’s hard, is such a rare thing to see in literature or any kind of art. and i think the world needs more of that. bcs, like i said, this fic was more than just a fic to me. it touched me deeply. i cried, i laughed, and i reflected my own self. in short, it was a journey in more ways than one.

so thank you—for your art, for ‘reader’, and for eddie. i can’t wait for the epilogue and to read whatever stories you may have planned for the future.

(ps so sorry to have word vomited in your ask box.)

first and foremost — never apologize for word vomit in my ask box. i am always a-okay with that. 🖤

i don’t even know what to say. i have this terrible habit of putting a lot more of myself than i care to admit into both my readers and my ocs, and most of the time, it’s not the good parts. usually, it’s the absolute worst parts of myself. i take all the rot inside, and i throw it into these projections, and i try to justify how someone with those qualities would still be deserving of love. it’s always been a coping mechanism. always. and then i’ve always strived to be a better writer, make my words worth reading, because i know how much of myself i’ve put into it.

to know other people see themselves in reader or eddie or any character i write is both so strangely hopeful but also so saddening, and it just makes me want to give you the biggest hug 🫂

on the note of publishing, i have definitely considered it. it’s just a really scary journey to decide to take. but the day i do decide to take the plunge, whether with this story or any other i’ve written or any entirely new one, you all will be the first to know 🖤🖤🖤

thank you so so much for reading, for letting my writing touch your soul the way it has. i am so honored that this fic has had this type of affect on you. this message genuinely made me cry. i am sending you all the love. <3

#it’s that one poem by suzanne rivecca #‘it has to be perfect. it has to be irreproachable in every way.’#’why?’#’to make up for it. to make up for the fact that it’s me.’#in all seriousness this message made me ugly sob #i’ve got no words #thank u ily

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mountinez · 1 year

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bom dia nikkaa!! ik u have a lot of asks in ur inbox rn so I hope this isn’t annoying to have me in here as well but I’ve not sent one of my silly little asks to u in soooo long so I hope I’m excused 🤭 anyways omg I missed u like crazy!! esp all of our little chats in the morning and night I was like what am I supposed to do w all my nikka time!! but hehe I’m just being silly I’m rlly glad ur feeling better and have gotten some good rest away from this hellsite!! take all the time u want we can all wait for as long as u need bc to (mis)quote ney ur happiness is my happiness!! and there’s nothing more important to me than ur happiness ok!! 🫶🏼💛💛💛 love u my sunshine!! ☀️💛💛

ofc! yi and a giant emotional ask making me cry sappy tears in this very pleasant afternoon!!!!! :')

i know we already talked in private, but i need to reassure how sorry i am for the slight possibility, of have worried you, or made you sad with my absence. you are always, ALWAYS on my mind. i didn't lie about that and you are SO important to me. maybe when i say that, i'm not making myself clear, but words are the only thing i actually have to make myself understood.

i wish i could be near you, give you a hug, share a lot of things with you on a daily basis. we could do so much together, we could rule the world, we could end capitalism, idk... so many possibilities. unfortunately we can't - at least for now - and all i have are these words to try to make you understand and believe that i really really love you.

yi, you are certainly a gift from the universe, i'm so so grateful for having you in my life and for you to consider me your friend. it's an honor and also i think i don't deserve it sometimes. so even if i take breaks in the future (and i probably will at some point) i promise never leave you behind, we will find a way!

i love you, never forget that. i love you when i'm here, and i love you when i'm away. when i sleep, when i wake up. you are my star <3

#my stargirl <3 #ily yi!#forever and ever

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abimee · 10 months

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sorry if this is sappy but i follow your twitter from a private account and have done for a while because i thoroughly enjoy your art and what you make. the piece thats always stood out the most to me is the one you did of hyth and the caterpillar and digestive tract, i have it saved to my phone so i can look at it when im experiencing emotions. your art feels so well lived in and loved (and i hope its not weird to say but it reminds me of l ike. a very hearty stew. like with potatoes and carrots), your anatomy feels so impactful and has a physicality and weight that i just adore it's like. (explosion sfx). have a lovely evening

i really like this ask cause whenever people describe my art in like positive and Warm tones i get this tingle in my arms cause i think for the lonest time my art used to not be considered these kind words, people often would tell me my art had a rather sad and upsetting feeling to it and nowadays I can see where they came from because both I Was Really Sad when making it, and i think even when i was trying to draw something Sweet it felt lacking in a way i didnt know how to bring forth. Because at that point in time I was just barely branching out into the idea of altering character's appearances and maybe going for something with thinner lines, but i'd flip flop between high and low effort art because being Sad and being told your art made other people Sad was sort of not very good for the productivity of your art and often made me put in as little effort as i could, since i didnt see a reason to really Do A Lot if people were just going to react negatively to it

amnd while i dont personally think my art is like, where it Could be for how long ive been drawing (12+ years now. ACK) whenever I hear that people actually like my art now and they see nice things in it and that it gives them positive funny emotions instead of negative ones, it really like makes me recognize that maybe I have developed and maybe whats best isn't to have the most like, ''developed'' style in terms of like, doing all the Cool Artist tricks like rendering and cool color palettes and these epic emotional comics with paneling that rival professional comic makers.

I think i can be happy with where I am now simply by knowing that i no longer have to hear the words ''your art is depressing'' as the highest compliment I can get, and instead hear things like this where my art has a positive influence on another person in some way. It's very small, but words like this really do mean above and beyond for me, and this response sort of rambled away from the topic but im saying all of this to say a big thank you anon for enjoying my work and for being very kind about it, your words will stick with me for a very long time

#i especially like when people seem to enjoy how i do anatomy and stuff cause that was always like #the thing i always tried my own approach about #i never studied anatomy and it Is obvious but i did also like. i spent a lot of time looking at phoros of people and esp like #dynamic photos. memes on the internet and style magazine covers and etc #and learning to branch out and not fear a weirdly angled pose instead of learning bone structure and muscle #so i think while what i draw would Not fly to at like a professional level im very happy that it has weight and meaning to it #that people draw from. mostly because i think everyone is fun to draw and i like drawing bodies #might seem strange to say but the way peoples fat rolls or skin stretches or scars mar over brings a peace to me #being able to like. create this vision from my head and seeit on the screen and feel as if i could reach out and feel a warmth #in my characters body. and i hope that comes off to others as it does to me #i draw everyone with an intent for it to feel like i was sitting in the room with them drawing ther portrait

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