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nanawritesit · 2 years

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Obey Me! Characters As Types of Couples You’d Be

A/N: No one requested this 🙃 But I couldn’t stop thinking about it while I was working at the coffee shop all day so here you go :)

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon

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Lucifer: The Old Married Couple

You two are the extremely established couple. Anyone who knows of your existence knows you’ve been together FOREVER

You have a perfect morning routine together that involves helping each other get dressed and cooking breakfast, and you guys get out the door on time every morning.

Everyone laughs at you for your duality. One minute you’ll be intensely arguing over who has to do the dishes, and the next you’re cuddling up to one another and kissing

You guys get on each other’s nerves a LOT

But you’ll always be each other’s rocks. At the end of the day, coming home and seeing him gives you so much comfort.

You can’t keep any secrets from each other, and why would you want to anyway? There’s nothing about you that he wouldn’t love

You’ll support each other through anything, and no matter what life throws at you, you always make it work ❤️

Mammon: The “Ride or Die” Couple

You’re the “most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse” pair.

Like if any of your friends could bring a couple to a back alley fight, they’d pick you.

You’re practically inseparable. Every time someone sees one of you, the other is soon seen tagging along behind them.

“Partners in crime” is your nickname from the brothers 💀

You always go on missions together, fiercely protecting one another against your enemies. You’d take a bullet for him any day and he’d do the same for you!

And it’s not just in physical fights either. If anyone ever dares to talk shit about you in front of him, he will tear them to shreds. Similarly, all the brothers know not to tease Mammon too much around you.

Leviathan: The Anti-Social Couple

People won’t see or hear from you for DAYS.

In fact if it weren’t for your couple twitch streams, they might assume you were dead 😀

Your friends know that if you aren’t given at least two weeks prior notice, you won’t be showing up to an event.

And early mornings? Yeah forget it. You two won’t untangle yourselves from each others’ arms until at least noon.

Which leads to a lot of late night anime marathons or gaming sessions! Dinners consist of ramune sodas and cup noodles, followed by a dessert of snack cakes.

You’ll go back and forth between hyperfixating on the same franchise, and not speaking to each other while on your own separate devices. Each cycle lasts about three hours.

Satan: The Smart Couple

You two are constantly fighting for the top spots in your classes.

To the innocent stranger, you could be mistaken as enemies. You engaged in heated debates, and often had different points of view.

But during study hall, people would find you curled up on a couch in the library with you in his lap as you both read your books.

On the rare occasion that you agreed on something, you were an unstoppable team against the opposing side. You’d eat them alive and leave zero crumbs.

Despite the debating, you guys are always proud of each other. He cheers the loudest when you’re awarded top exchange student at an assembly, and you’re practically his campaign manager when he runs for class representative.

Cute study dates where you wind up collapsed on top of him on the floor, books and coffee cups strewn everywhere <3

Lucifer comes in and covers you both with a blanket 🥺😭

Asmodeus: The Aesthetic Couple

You’re each others’ official photographers. If someone looked through your phones, they’d be full of well shot pictures of the two of you both together and solo.

You guys at the mall, you eating ice cream, him at the book store, you guys at the coffee shop…

And of course each photo shoot goes straight to devil gram. You’re practically an influencer couple, and everyone ships you so hard.

You guys took some spicy pics in lingerie together and they went VIRAL 🔥

Every time you go literally anywhere, random strangers will come up to you and tell you you’re the most beautiful couple they’ve ever seen

Most people didn’t know which one of you they were more jealous of, sometimes leading to them beginning to question their sexuality 💀

You have the same sense of style and always have the coolest outfits. At every event, you always look the best, and everyone is constantly raving about it afterwards.

Stealing each other’s clothes, shoes, jewelry, makeup, and bags is completely normal. What’s Asmo’s is yours and what’s yours is Asmo’s 🥰

Beelzebub: The Cuddly Couple

Also known as the “PDA couple.”

You guys HAVE to be touching in some way at all times! Whether it’s linking pinkies, his hand in your back pocket, your arm around his waist… if you’re in the same room, you’re practically attached at the hip.

You can never seem to be close enough to him when cuddling. Even if your noses are touching, he’s gripping onto you tightly and telling you to get closer.

You guys love feeding each other, much to the annoyance of the brothers

You sitting on his lap is his favorite form of non-sexual intimacy. He just loves how small you are compared to him, straddling his lap like a koala with your little legs dangling off the chair. He’ll play with your hair and tuck your head into the crook of his neck, smiling down at you affectionately.

Leaving the house without giving each other a kiss is practically sacrilege 😌

You have sickeningly cute food-themed nicknames for each other. Cupcake, honey bunch, sweetie pie, love muffin, cookie…

Belphegor: The Rebellious Couple

You two are always either plotting or executing some sort of diabolical scheme.

You plan the best pranks, and they get talked about for years afterwards. No one else could ever top them

As a result, a lot of your dates happen when you’re both grounded to the attic as punishment.

It was honestly stupid of Lucifer to consider a night trapped in the same dark room full of nothing but cozy blankets as a punishment. You didn’t need anything to entertain you when you had each other.

You’d make the world’s coolest blanket fort and hold each other close in it all night, foreheads pressed together as you talked for hours between kisses

You two never get in trouble without the other though, because that would mean you get punished separately :(

Feeding off of each others’ chaotic energy in class and annoying the teacher until you both get sent off to detention

Running away from Lucifer together, laughing and holding hands as he chases after you

Diavolo: The Power Couple

The two of you together are truly fit for royalty. All his subjects agreed that you were the rightful rulers of the Devildom.

You were a symbol of peace and love, making everyone feel safe and cared for

You always attended charity events together, making speeches and bonding with demons who needed help

You two throw the BEST parties. Your ballroom outfits are the envy of all, and everyone can’t help but swoon at the sight of you dancing the night away 🥰

You guys do interviews together, smiling at each other as you discuss your relationship with the public

Shielding each other from paparazzi, nonchalantly striding past them holding hands

“MC and Diavolo” becomes the new standard by which all other iconic couples are held.

Your fairytale wedding was the most watched program in the history of the Devildom ❤️

Barbatos: The Dependable Couple

If anyone has a job that needs to be done right, they’ll come to the two of you first.

The two of you just take care of everyone so well in addition to running the Demon Lord’s Castle.

You often tag-teamed as the brothers’ therapists. Barb would comfort Mammon while making dinner, and you would give Satan advice while doing the dishes, then you would both take a trip to Purgatory Hall to help Simeon and Solomon with a spell

Time-traveling together ❤️

You guys don’t get a lot of privacy and have been caught getting intimate by Diavolo a few times 💀 He’s also innocently interrupted your dates, not realizing how big of a third wheel he was being.

You started planning how to find the young lord a partner of his own so he’d leave you alone. And you figured you might as well get the brothers into relationships as well while you were at it.

Simeon: The Romantic Couple

Everyone thought you were the perfect couple, and they honestly weren’t that far from the truth.

You guys dominated practically every love language: writing each other poems, having regular date nights, making passionate love, helping each other with chores and school, buying each other cute little gifts…

You take spontaneous trips to the celestial realm and everyone there freaks out upon your arrival 🥺

Romantic picnic dates in the flower gardens by a pond, with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries… putting flowers in each other’s hair and lying next to each other in the grass ☺️

Every once in a while, if the weather was hot, he’d convince you to come for a swim with him in the pond. Your clothes would be left on the bank as you laughed and splashed at each other, floating out to the middle and holding onto each other, foreheads pressed together with your hair dripping wet

He actually wrote a new romance novel inspired by you, and it becomes one of history’s most beloved love stories ❤️

Solomon: The Mysterious Couple

No one ever seemed to know what you guys were up to. You were extremely private about your relationship.

You guys walked everywhere together, but hardly ever engaged in PDA. You never felt the need to, because what went on behind closed doors was enough for both of you.

You were the closest thing this world had to soulmates, being so connected to each other’s hearts… the kind of love that transcends thousands of years

Working on your magic together, going on missions and adventures to acquire mystic elements and uncover ancient secrets ✨

Everyone knows when you two are close because they can smell a strong aroma of herbs and smoke

People aren’t 100% sure whether or not they can trust you… you’re both so charismatic and charming, but at the same time there’s this suspicious air of mischief that you both seem to feed off of

You guys really don’t even care what others think of you… the only thing you care about in life is loving each other for all eternity

#obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #obey me requests #obey me reader insert #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me writing #lucifer imagine #mammon x reader #leviathan x mc #satan x mc #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #diavolo imagine #barbatos imagines #simeon imagines #solomon x reader

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tlou-reid · 1 month

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hello and happy birthday!!

Could you do cream soda (non alcoholic drinks) + Spencer Reid- that sounds like the cutest fluff and as a writer myself I can picture this really well!!

Have a great day love 🥰🫶

join my birthday celebration!! - thank you honey <3

cream soda: “it’s okay to cry.”

you could see the way spencer was feeling from the minute he stepped onto the jet. his shoulders were slumped forward and his gaze never the left the ground. he didn't speak as he made his way to the chair in the furthest corner, and quickly put his headphones on, effectively drowning out the chatter from the rest of the team.

you knew cases that involved children bothered him, especially when it was a nerdy, sort of underdog child. whether they were a victim or even an unsub, it messed with spencer. it showed him different versions of himself, in his eyes.

you also knew that spencer needed some time on his own when he felt this way. he needed time to reflect, to see how he turned out, to know that he did his best everyday and that he was in control of that.

so, you took a seat on the long couch on the jet and put on your own headphones, reaching for a file to start working on paperwork. spencer was within eyesight, close enough that you would hear him if he wanted to talk, but he still had his distance.

you didn't approach him until the entire team had left. you made eye contact with him a lot, even making silly faces, just as a way to let him know you were there, but you didn't want to pry in front of everyone.

but you couldn't help yourself from reaching for his hand as the elevator door closed, falling to your floor in the parking garage. you didn't have to ask him if he wanted to go to your place or his. yours was closer, so you were going there. you two made some small talk on the drive, but primarily listened to the orchestral radio station.

"you know you're safe here," you reminded him as you both stood by the door, kicking off your work shoes and throwing your go-bags on the floor by the door. "i know," spencer sighed, clearly holding back on his emotions. "we can talk, if you want, or we can go shower and go to bed." you knew giving him options would make him feel more secure. "we can talk, i guess," he prompted, making his way to the couch. when you sat next to him, he did not hesitate to pull you close, needing the security of your touch.

"the case?" you questioned, making sure you were on the same page. you felt him nod against your shoulder. "i know the ones with kids are hard." this was true for the entire team, a blanket statement to get him to open up. you heard him sniffle as he buried himself closer to you.

"hey, hey, hey," you cooed, running your hands gently through his hair, "it's okay to cry, spence." you reminded him before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. he nodded against your shoulder, and you could feel the stream of tears falling from his eyes. what started as a drizzle ended in a downpour. his body racked with sobs. you tried to steady his body as much as possible, feeling him shake like a chihuahua.

you held him close, cooing things like "i got you", "it's gonna be alright", and "i love you, spence," as you rubbed circles into his back. it took a few minutes, but he calmed down eventually. "i-i'm sorry," he stuttered as he sat himself up, "i just hate seeing those kids end up like that." you nodded, unsticking stray hairs from where his tears feel, and pushing them behind his ear. "you never have to be sorry, spencer. you're human. we have emotions and we cry, it's okay." he nodded at your words, pulling you close again.

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mossy-mischief · 2 months

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Gavin's Marble Chiffon Cake Recipe

My friends, I have a gift for you.

I found the exact Marble Chiffon Cake recipe Gavin and Freelancer make in this video and from the baking stream. It's from The Taste of Home Baking Book. If anyone makes it, let me know how it goes! I haven't tried yet.

(Recipe transcription below)

Marble Chiffon Cake

PREP: 15 min. + standing BAKE: 1 hour + cooling YIELD: 16 servings

CAKE:

7 eggs, separated

2 squares (1 ounce each) unsweetened chocolate

1-3/4 cups sugar, divided

1/4 cup hot water

2 cups all-purpose flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon baking soda

3/4 cup water

1/2 cup vegetable oil

1 teaspoons vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar

FROSTING:

4 squares (1 ounce each) semisweet chocolate

1 tablespoon butter

7 tablespoons heavy whipping cream

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1-1/2 cups confectioners' sugar

Let eggs stand at room temperature for 30 minutes. In a small saucepan or microwave, melt unsweetened chocolate; stir until smooth. Add 1/4 cup sugar and hot water; mix well and set aside.

In a large mixing bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, salt, baking soda and remaining sugar. Whisk together the egg yolks, water, oil and vanilla; add to flour mixture and beat until moistened. Beat for 3 minutes on medium speed; set aside.

In another large mixing bowl and with clean beaters, beat egg whites and cream of tartar on high speed until stiff peaks form. Stir a fourth of egg whites into the batter, then fold in remaining whites. Divide batter in half; gradually fold chocolate mixture into one portion.

Alternately spoon the plain and chocolate batters into an ungreased 10-in. tube pan. Swirl with a knife. Bake on the lowest rack at 325° for 60-65 minutes or until top springs back when lightly touched. Immediately invert the cake; cool completely. Run a knife around sides and center tube of pan; remove cake to serving plate.

For frosting, melt semisweet chocolate and butter in a small saucepan or microwave; stir until smooth. Remove from the heat; stir in cream and vanilla. Whisk in confectioners' sugar until smooth. Immediately spoon over cake.

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sycamorelibrary754 · 5 months

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 2: My Guardian Angel

Summary: Your first day back at work after recovering from your sprained ankle was normal, until it wasn’t. It turns out your first encounter with Wanda wasn’t your last.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: This is the last purely fluffy chapter for a bit. Angst and adversity is on the way.

Guardian Angel Masterlist

Once your doctor confirmed the sprain, you found yourself hobbling around your apartment for the rest of the week, with a small ice bag or a heat pack wrapped around your swollen ankle. Being cooped up inside your apartment was not your cup of tea, and you grew restless with each passing day. You tried to distract yourself by streaming every movie you could think of, but the boredom persisted. Finally, when you were able to walk more comfortably with the help of an Ace bandage, you felt a sense of relief. By the following Monday, you were eager to get back to work and resume your normal routine.

After graduating from college, you decided to open up The Candy Bar, an old-fashioned sweet shop that seemed like a dream come true. Your shop sold every kind of candy you could imagine, a variety of ice creams, and had a soda fountain on site. In addition, you also made a handful of homemade treats inspired by candy recipes passed down from your great-grandfather, such as caramel-covered chocolate turtles, peanut brittle, and fudge.

"Would you like to tell me what happened again?" Your friend and business partner Harper asked you with a gentle tone while restocking the ice cream bins. The dark-haired girl with freckles had been your closest friend since college.

I walked up to the counter to get my coffee, and suddenly, these two boys crashed into me. Before I knew it, a redhead rushed up and started talking non-stop. Honestly, I have no recollection of what she said. I think they were words. She was so beautiful that I kind of blacked out.

“This could only happen to you”, Harper teased.

“She helped me back to my apartment, got me some ice, and left. Then I sat there speechless for the next ten minutes.”

“She’s like your guardian angel! You know, like those stories you hear about mysterious strangers showing up in your hour of need and then disappearing as quickly as they came.”

You always admired Harper's optimism and belief in fate, even if you didn't believe it yourself.

“It doesn’t count if the guardian angel’s kids initiate your hour of need,” you replied.

*^~^*

Throughout the day, you diligently tended to your quaint little shop as a steady stream of customers flowed in and out, filling the air with the irresistible aroma of chocolate and sugar. The vibrant interior was a feast for the eyes, with a mesmerizing display of candy in every color of the rainbow, swirling and twirling around the store. As you looked down, the black and white tiled floor seemed to beckon visitors, guiding them like a yellow brick road toward the front counter. Here, an impressive arrangement of fudge and peanut brittle awaited, flanked by the refreshing soda fountain to the right and the tempting ice cream display freezers to the left. Finally, your customers' eyes would inevitably fall upon the charming vintage sweets display, which sat proudly on the back wall just beneath the menu.

In the late afternoon, the rush had subsided, and you decided to start preparing the homemade soda syrup for the soda fountain. Although it was a tedious process, it was still one of your favorite activities. While you were in the back kitchen, you heard the bell ring above the entrance.

“I’ll be right with you!” you shouted.

You wipe your hands off on a towel and walk back to the front of the shop.

“Welcome to The Candy Bar! How can I —“

As you turned around, your eyes fell upon the customer who instantly caught your attention. She stood there wearing a pair of sleek black leather Chelsea boots that hugged her feet, complementing her light wash jeans and a white cable knit sweater. The long brown heather overcoat draped over her shoulders, adding a touch of sophistication to her ensemble. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, framing her face perfectly. The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing.

“Help you…”, you trailed off softly. “Wanda?”

“Y/N? Oh my gosh, what are you doing here? I thought about you all week! Are you okay? How is your ankle?” She rambled. It's so adorable that you want to squeeze her.

"This is my shop," you said confidently. "Thanks to your help, my ankle is much better now. I can't thank you enough for your assistance the other day," you added with a self-assured tone. Despite feeling a bit nervous, you managed to express yourself clearly and coherently.

“It's amazing! It reminds me of the candy stores from old TV shows.”

“As a child, I loved watching TV shows that featured charming sweet shops where the characters would gather for root beer floats and candy.”

Wanda slowly turned around, admiring every inch of the decor as she exclaimed, "I love it!"

"Thank you. How may I assist you today?" you said with a professional tone and a raised eyebrow.

“I am in search of a sweet treat for my boys' birthday.”

“Ah, the junior middle linebackers, how are they doing?”

They're good," she giggled. "I think they're finally starting to feel comfortable here.

“You just moved to New York?”

“Actually, we just moved from a small town in New Jersey back to New York," Wanda said hesitantly. "I used to live here for work, but this is a new experience for Billy and Tommy. It's been a bit challenging for all of us to adjust to the change.”

You thought to yourself, 'The three of them.' You decided to file that information away for later.

“Well, welcome back! What business are you in?”

'Public service,' she said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

“I'm not surprised! You've come to the right place. Let's find something special for the birthday boys. How old are they turning?”

"Eleven, I can't believe it," she said while running her hands gently through her hair.

Let me think for a moment," you said, scanning the shop before guiding her towards the candy displays at the front. Your gaze moved over the colorful containers of candy, and you relished this part of your job. You picked out an assortment of sweets that you thought Billy and Tommy would like, including malted milk balls, jelly beans, peanut butter cups, chocolate-covered gummy bears, whirly pops, and some of your homemade fudge. As you began to package the candy, you offered a few pieces to Wanda to try.

“These are delicious, Y/N. I’ll have to stop them from eating it all in one sitting.”

"Wow, that's the best compliment you could give me," you said with a wink.

Wanda observed you working and couldn't help but smile. You were fully engaged in the deceptively simple task with unwavering focus, exuding the unmistakable radiance of someone who loves their job. It was magnetic.

With a wide smile on your face, you eagerly revealed your surprise by exclaiming, "Tada!" Wanda's eyes lit up with excitement as she laid her eyes on the two beautifully crafted gift bags that you held out to her. The bags were adorned with bold red and white stripes and each one was elegantly personalized with the names of Wanda's boys written in a stunning gold calligraphic font.

“Wow, this is amazing! How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching for her purse.

You waved your hand dismissively and said, "It's on the house.

Oh no, that's very kind of you, but I couldn't.

“I made one for you too, as a way of returning the favor for helping me last week,” she said, placing a third bag in front of her.

You could feel your heart beating rapidly against your ribcage as you extended your hand towards her with the small gift. She looked up at you with a grateful expression, her warm touch on your hand making you feel appreciated. "This is so generous, y/n," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you so much. I won't forget this." Despite your nervousness, you managed to smile back at her, hoping she couldn't hear the sound of your heart pounding inside your chest. The moment was etched in your memory, a testament to the power of a kind gesture.

It's my pleasure," you smiled. "Please convey my wishes to the boys for a very happy birthday.

"I will," Wanda assured, locking her gaze with yours. Her beautiful green eyes caught your attention once again.

I hope… I hope I see you again soon,” you stammered.

“I hope so too,” Wanda smiled. Your eyes lingered on her as she picked up the three candy bags and walked out of your shop.

For the second time in two weeks, you watched the woman leave. A few moments later, Harper joined you at the front counter.

“Who was that?”

“My guardian angel.”

*Chapter 3 coming soon*

Tag: @automaticdinosaurtaco

#guardian angel #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #scarlet witch #the avengers #mcu #fluff #comfort

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jongbross · 4 months

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So after finding out that Sehun prefers to sleep shirtless with only his pants on (info from the Cream Soda live stream btw), I have the urge to know how it would be to lay down on his chest and fall asleep. You know, for science.

absolutely the best

i mean, as i said before, i don't think sehun is THAT into cuddles

but let's say it has been a rough couple of days for the two of you

or he had just made love to you

then you can be sure that sehun will be the one to pull you to his chest, gentle hand guiding your face to lay down on it

you lay down on the right side, spreading your hand on the left side so you can feel his heartbeat

sehun is naturally calm, so it doesn't surprise you when you feel how rhythmic, steady his heartbeat is

he doesn't feel the urge to speak but, if you do he will talk to you about anything pretty much

but he does feel the urge to touch you, so his fingers will be brushing your arm up and down, lightly caressing your skin to soothe you

sehun might also be at his phone, either playing a silly little game or scrolling through his apps

tease him about his score on the game and he will pinch you and whine at you

when he feels you're falling asleep though, he drops everything and turn all of his senses to you

he keeps caressing your arm, but now he pulls you a little bit closer

sehun smiles while looking down at you before closing his eyes

he pays extra attention to the way your breathing hits his skin and how you softly grabs his waist when you move on your sleep

it's just peaceful and so domestic, idk

sehun makes a little prayer before going to sleep himself, thanking whoever is taking care of him for bringing you into his life

#exo headcanons #exo #exo imagines #oh sehun x reader #oh sehun x you #oh sehun imagines #oh sehun headcanons #sehun x reader #sehun x you #sehun headcanons #sehun imagines #exo sehun #oh sehun #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines

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smoshyourheadin · 16 days

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Sunshine and Soda Cans

Part 3 - Refreshing

“oh my god tell me EVERYTHING”

angela runs up to you as she hears your keys in the door, practically tackling you for information.

“okay! okay! so, well, we were editing, and then we streamed, and then i drove him to his apartment, and we kissed, and i dont know!” you retort, flopping down on the couch. “also wheres that ice-cream?” you ask her with puppy dog eyes.

“oh shoot yeah! ill grab it,” she scurries off for a minute, and returns with two bowls of vanilla ice-cream topped with strawberry slices. “here you are m’lady”

you hiss as your skin touches the cold bowl

“okay, so, how did it happen? was it good? do you think he likes you?” she begins to spew questions at you.

“one at a time jelly, jeez! okay so , it happened when we were outside his apartment, yes it was good, and i think so? maybe? i hope so at least.”

“well,” she says with a huf “if he doesn't like you he’s missing out!”

you giggle at her, and turn on tangled for the hundredth time this month, it’s your guys’ favourite. you curl up together under a blanket, and drift off.

the weekend goes on pretty smoothly, you and angela just hanging out. then monday comes around.

“cmon (y/n/n) wake up! we’re gonna be late!” you feel the mattress dipping, and rub your eyes.

“huh-“ you reply groggily, and then you realise whats happening

“ANGELA STOP JUMPING ON MY BED!” you laugh at her energy, as she flops down beside you. managing to hoist yourself out if bed, you throw on a sweatshirt and linen pants. on the way to the office, you guys stop at coffee bean for smoothies, which angela almost spills everywhere.

walking into the office, you spot spencer and give him a sweet smile. but he freezes up and just walks away.

what?

you shrug it off, and continue on through the day.

at around 2, you’re about to start shooting an aitah video with spencer and, obviously, shayne. but spencer is being really avoidant, not looking at you while kiana tells you about the shoot. so you chase him up just before the shoot, because you don’t want that tension on screen

“spencer hey,” you jog up to him in the kitchen as he grabs a mt dew kickstart. “whats up? why are you being weird with me? have i done something?” you look into his eyes as you ask him, and you can see his sadness.

“no, i just, i don't know…” he starts to trail off “i just feel like i forced you to kiss me when you didnt want to and i feel really shitty about it and i-”

“hey,” you gently grab his hands “it’s okay, it was nice. i liked it” you smile, and kiss him on the cheek, turning away to go get ready for the shoot. you feel the heat in your cheeks.

during the shoot, you and spencer share the chunky knit blanket as shayne reads you some of the most outrageous stories you’ve ever heard, and you wonder how people online are comfortable enough to say this kind of stuff

afterwards, as you begin to leave, spencer catches up with you.

“(y/n)!” he shouts, catching up with you at your desk while you pack your bag “so um, i was wondering, and obviously feel free to say no, um, if you’d want to go to the fair with me on friday night?” he looks nervous, almost as if he feels he shouldn't ask you.

“yeah, yeah that’d be nice” you smile at him, and his eyes light up at your statement. he thanks you, and says he’ll text you about it later. walking outside, you meet angela and hop in the car.

“what’s got you in a good mood? you’re only ever this quiet when you’re happy. what happened? DID SPENCER-” she begins to interrogate you as you pull out of the lot

“yes, it’s to do with spencer. he asked me on a date.”

angela gasps so loud you swear she could break glass.

“OHMYGOD FINALLY!! I THOUGHT HE WAS IGNORING YOU THIS MORNING BUT HE WAS PROBABLY JUST NERVOUS OH MY GOSH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” she bounces in her seat, rattling the car. you laugh, leaning away from the hyperactive puppy of a best friend you have.

over the next few days, you and spencer start hanging out a lot more and get a lot closer. you find yourselves sharing longing gazes across rooms, staying up late into the night just talking about life, and discovering things about each other you didn't know. each moment you spend together feels like a lifetime, the bond between you two deepening with every laugh. and then you realise something. you wanted to spend all you time with him.

fuck.

friday evening rolls around, and you’re sat at your desk finishing an edit, and waiting for arasha to bring you a coffee, when spencer walks over to you. his hair is messy, and he’s wearing a plaid shirt tucked in his worn in dickies, with a denim jacket over the top. he looks beautiful.

“you ready to go?” he says, cocking his head slightly

“just give me a minute, im just finishing up this edit and arasha’s bringing me coffee. but feel free to hang out here while i finish up!” you say looking up at him with a smile.

you finish the edit, and arasha walks over with courtney and shayne, and coffee in her hand.

“sup lovers! (y/n) here’s your overly sweet coffee,” she sets it down on your desk, then taking a sip of her own “so, big plans tonight spencer? you’re dressed up…” arasha says slyly, raising an eyebrow

“i mean if taking (y/n) on a date is big plans then, i guess so” spencer smiles at her

“HA! I KNEW IT! IAN AND YOU OWE ME 10 BUCKS EACH” courtney fist pumps the air, and shoves shayne in the shoulder

“ugh why do you always have to be right! you suck!” he dejectedly pulls a 10 dollar note out of his back pocket, and she pinches it with a “thank-you!”. you just look at them all, mouth agape.

“you placed bets on this!?” you look at courtney in shock.

“i mean, obviously. i knew you liked him, but we placed bets on how long it would take for anything to happen. my guess was a month and a week and hey, here we are”

“huh, weirdly specific but… go you!” you smirk at her, standing up to slide your jacket on.

“well, if you’ll exuse us, we have oversized bears to win” spencer smirks and holds his hand out for you to take, as you walk out the office together.

“awh,” tommy says, walking up to the three of them who were lingering near your desk “they’re so cute together!”

“sup nerds, what are we talking about?” ian jumps in

“ian give me my 10 dollars, spencer and (y/n) are going on a date as we speak” she grins at him

“ughhhhhh, fineeeeeeeee. you’re the worst court”

you and spencer hop in the car, and drive off to the fair, and as soon as you arrive, you run and buy a tub of cotton candy.

as you walk around, arms linked with spencer, you drag him to all the shitty games that you’re convinced are rigged.

“what!! no i definitely hit that one!” you stomp your feet like an upset child at the coconut shy, frowning because you didn’t get the giant giraffe teddy.

“watch this” spencer says confidently, and you gawk at him as he hits all the targets perfectly.

“how the hell did you manage that!” you say in amazement

he just laughs and passes you the giraffe “years of playing video games sometimes pays off”

you take the giraffe, and decide to call it amanda. so obviously, you send her a picture

amanderp 😚

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you: [picture of you and the giraffe]

you: guess what i named it

amanderp 😚: giraffey?

you: nope, meet amanda ;)

amanderp 😚: omg i love you!! can she live at your desk? i want to meet her 😆😆

you: of course! i’ll bring her in on monday :))

you and spencer continue to sort of just walk around, giggling with eachother. as the night comes to a close, you get on the ferris wheel.

“its so pretty up here” you look out across the fair, the lights dancing over peoples faces as you sit at the top.

“yeah, makes you realise how pretty other things are” you turn to look at him, and he’s already looking at you. he looks at your lips, then back into your eyes. you close the distance between you both, pressing your lips together sofly, bringing your hand up to his hair and gently running your fingers through his curls. you break it apart, foreheads presses together, and he giggles

“hey whats funny!” you pout, sitting up and looking him in the eyes

“you taste like cotton candy. you taste like you. just overly sweet.”

you cant help but smile, leaning on his shoulder and lacing your fingers together. he looks down at you, and in that moment, you became his sunshine.

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a/n: AHHH ITS FINISHED!! thank you all so much for the love on this series, it was so fun to write and it’s been so nice seeing your guys’ comments 💛💛 requests are open <3

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh #shayne topp #courtney miller #arasha lalani #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #ian hecox #smoshyourheadin

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edosianorchids901 · 1 month

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Sundae Morning

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "critical ice cream

Cw: blood and injury

Crowley glanced out the window. No Aziraphale yet, but he should be here any minute. And if Crowley wanted to make a really terrific impression for their first official “date”, it was critical to get everything ready.

He plopped another ice cube in the soda, or tried to. But he glanced out the window at the same time, and the ice plopped to the floor and skidded off.

“Shit. I’ll get that later.” He got another ice cube, then took the tray back to the freezer. Oh right, he needed to get the cheese platter out, too.

Grabbing that, he sidestepped the ice cube on the floor—should really pick that up—and set the cheese platter on the counter.

He and Aziraphale weren’t doing anything too fancy, just a late morning snack and a film at Crowley’s flat, then lunch. But still, it needed to be perfect.

“What am I forgetting? Oh, right. Ice cream.”

Crowley stepped back to the fridge and grabbed the tub of vanilla ice cream, then headed for the counter. Was that it? Or did he have everything he—

He slipped on the melting ice cube.

The world went into a brief spin as he toppled forward, yelping. His arms pinwheeled, and the ice cream splatted on the rug.

His forehead struck the edge of the counter, and the world went briefly, painfully dark.

He moaned at the brightness when it came back. He was sprawled on the floor, one arm twisted under him. Groaning, he disentangled himself and sat up.

His ears rang, a steady whine like mosquitos were dipping in and out of each. His pulse pounded all through his head, especially his brow. Something wet and sticky ran down his face.

“Uh-no,” he mumbled, touching his brow. His hand came away wet and sticky too. “My ice cream…”

Dizzy, Crowley squinted down at his hand. There was red on his fingers.

Funny. Hadn’t it been vanilla ice cream? Had he bought strawberry or cherry or something by mistake?

Wow, his head hurt. Had he hit it? He should put ice on it, if he had.

The ice cream tub sat on the rug beside him, for some reason. Ice cream was like ice, wasn’t it? It was cold, anyway.

Weirdly uncoordinated, Crowley grabbed the tub and held it to his forehead. He yelped at the sudden bite of cold. But cold was good. It would make his headache better.

Hopefully it would make his headache better fast. He was pretty sure he had something important to do. Something he’d been looking forward too.

He just couldn’t remember what it was.

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Humming, Aziraphale shifted his bouquet of roses into one hand and tugged at his bow tie. He was oddly nervous today, his hands trembling even.

It wasn’t as if this was his first time to Crowley’s flat. For goodness sake, he’d just stayed here overnight last week!

But it was his first time here since he and Crowley had decided to try “dating”. Neither of them were especially sure what “dating” entailed since they seemed to lack much of the attraction humans often shared.

Still, they loved each other in their own way, and “dating” sounded fun. Terrifying, but fun.

Aziraphale knocked on Crowley’s door. He rang the bell. He knocked again.

“Crowley? Are you here?” Aziraphale called. Crowley had to be here. They were supposed to be having a date. “May I come in?”

When Crowley didn’t respond, Aziraphale let himself in. He peeked around, half expecting Crowley to jump out and surprise him.

When there was still nothing, he headed to the kitchen. They’d talked about snacks, so that seemed a likely place to check.

“Crowley?” Aziraphale called. “Are you in here, dear boy? Have you selected this afternoon’s entertainment?”

He stepped into the kitchen, inhaled sharply, and froze.

Crowley was on the floor, slumped against the kitchen counter holding something to his head. Blood streamed down his face, so much blood, dripping to his arm, his clothes, puddling on the floor…

“Oh, good Lord!” Gasping, Aziraphale rushed across the room. The roses fell from his trembling hand and splashed into the puddle of blood. “Crowley? Crowley?”

“Hhng?” Crowley lifted his head. He blinked at Aziraphale a few times, his eyes unfocused. “Angel? S’ you?”

“It’s me.” Shaking, Aziraphale touched his cheek. His skin was cold to the touch, and so was the blood. “Oh my goodness, what happened to you? Were you attacked?”

“Er. I don’t… think so.” Crowley frowned, then winced. “S’ really bright. I, uh… we were supposed to be doing something cool. You and me. Weren’t we?”

“Let’s worry about that later, hmm?” Aziraphale reached for whatever Crowley was holding to his head. “Here, let me take this.”

“Nuh, I gotta hold it there.” Crowley pulled away. “My head really hurts. I needed ice.”

“Crowley, you are a serpent. Ice isn’t good for you.” Aziraphale tugged the box out of his grip. He looked at it. “Is… this ice cream?”

“Maybe? I was gonna get you ice cream. It’s supposed to be a special day.” Quite suddenly, Crowley’s lip trembled. “Angel, my head hurts really bad.”

“Yes, I rather imagine it does. I-I think you… whacked it on the counter.” There was a blood smear there, at least.

“Oh, yeah. I think I slipped.”

“It does look that way.” Aziraphale studied the ice cream tub. It was melting. “Oh. Oh. Oh, I don’t think you’re bleeding quite as badly as I first assumed.”

He miracled a towel and gently dabbed at Crowley’s face. Rather a lot of the red liquid was blood, yes. But the rest was bloodstained melted ice cream.

“We were supposed to be having a date,” Crowley mumbled, then winced as Aziraphale wiped under the nasty gash on his forehead. “Right?”

“I think we shall have a redo,” Aziraphale said gently.

Yes, they would need a redo. But it seemed that Crowley would be okay, and that was what mattered.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #queerplatonic Aziraphale/Crowley

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lovely-renard · 2 years

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Night time with them ♡

Featuring : Akaashi, Suna, Osamu, Kenma, Iwaizumi, Bokuto

A/N: back at it again with soft, kind off domestic boys <3

Night time with him are...

AKAASHI - cozy and relaxing. After a hard day where Akaashi spent the most of his time hunched above his desk, reading and re-reading the same pages over and over again to obtain the best version of it, he needs a moment to relax and cut himself from the adult life. And he much prefers to do it with you by his side. When the sun is long gone, Akaashi prepares for the both of you a drink (cold or hot, depends of your mood and the season), settles himself next to you in bed and just watch you do what you want. You could be reading, scrolling through your phone, watching a movie on your laptop or doing last-minute work, Akaashi just needs a moment to take his mind off work while doing nothing. He often falls asleep with his head atop yours, arms snaked around your middle as if you were his personnal teddy bear. Something you don't mind at all.

SUNA - lazy but comfortable. Is it suprising that Suna, pro player, is quite tired at the end of the day? Tho, he can't bear the thought of going to bed too early without spending at least an hour with you. He's already spending a lot of time away from you and as much as he dies to finally get some rest, nothing will keep him away longer from you. After eating silently in your company, Suna just lays down on your lap, putting on a chill playlist and asks you to speak about your day. He doesn't want to speak about his "boring and same day as always" (his words), he much prefers to listen to your voice as you comb his hair. It puts him at ease and allows him to realease the tension from the day, all the while admiring the view from your lap : you.

BOKUTO - playful and full of laughter. Does this man ever tires himself? Well it seems not since every night, he comes home full of energy even if he practiced all day. You bet he's going to find way to make you laugh while you're eating dinner with him, be it by cracking jokes he heard recently, telling a story about his day, even re-acting some scenes with different voices (he's that invested) or simply adding his own two-cents when you talk about your day. His playful energy follows him when you're both preparing for bed. He's singing (off key but we'll keep that aside) with a toothbrush in his hand, tickling you while you're putting cream on your face and drumming (gently) on your butt. You can bet you're falling asleep with a smile on your face and it makes you wonder if he's not doing all of this so you end your day with a touch of humor and a good laughter.

OSAMU - timeless and warm. Osamu is fully capable of staying awake until the ungodly hour of the night just to spend time in your company. After a whole day of cooking and serving a large range of customers, Osamu just wants to cuddle with you while watching whatever you want on TV. While you make some pop-corn (he's not touching anything in the kitchen, your command), he whines and asks you to speed up the pace as if you had the power to accelerate the time of the microwave. When you got the pop-corn in a bowl and two bottles of soda in your other hand, you stroll back to the living room, diving in the awaiting arms of your lover after putting down the stuff on the coffee table. Time flies when you're watching an old re-run movie with Osamu and before you know it, it's already past 1 AM. You both have work tomorrow (well today) but you're feeling warm here, between his legs. Neither of you moves, resulting in falling asleep on the sofa, something you kinda regret the next morning because of the pain in your back and neck but Osamu's sleepy face make it up for it.

KENMA - spent awake until the early hours of the day. It's no surprise to anyone that Kenma loves to play games, be it on his PC or his switch. What may be surprising tho is that, even after hours of stream where he sat on the same chair to the point his ass and back hurt, he still wants to play but with you this time. And that's how you spent your night (and early morning), playfully pushing the others to win the first place in Mario Kart, exploring the map of Breath of the Wild or building a house for both of your characters in Minecraft. Those activities also includes a bunch of snacks shared and scattered across the room, some calm, lowkey lo-fi music and cuddles, the last one being a must. It's not before the sun only begins to rise that sleep finally caught you and Kenma, falling asleep in a mess of limbs but hands somehow interlocked.

IWAIZUMI - short but oh so sweet. Iwaizumi takes his health and yours very seriously. You can't except him to stay awake for hours on a week day, not when both of you need to attend your job the next day. Even if you insist, he won't agree : you're going to bed early and will be grateful tomorrow morning. But even if during those night time, nothing extravagant happens, he makes sure you enjoy it nonetheless : he cooks dinner with you, asks about your day and listen attentively to everything you have to say, helps you with your skin routine if you have one and mostly cuddles you to death sleep, kissing every two minutes your temple until you fall asleep. Because, yes, he waits for you to join dreamland before he can join you. Night times with him may seem dull, boring even but truthfully, they're great, full of love and little attentions.

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sterekchub · 10 months

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Okay but what happens when he reaches 15,000 followers? 20,000? 50,000??

What happens if he actually reaches 100,000 followers?

Part 1: 🔥 Derek goes from a jock to a food challenge streamer

Part 2 Below:

15,000 Followers

You've never seen anyone who has eaten as much before- Derek's got to be in a hall of fame for gainers somewhere. "I-I'm sho full ...*schlop*... b-but'sh ...*slobber*... I ...*snarf*... can't'sh ...*gnash*... s-shtop eating. ...*slosh*..." Derek has gone from streaming 1 a day to a 24/7 live stream. Donations pour in for his meals and Derek is almost never not eating. It's terribly distracting, you're trying to go about your day knowing that meanwhile, Derek is shoveling pounds of food into his growing body. His followers pitched in to get him a scale that sends his weight straight to the chat - because past 400 Derek has had to bend further and further over to see the number on the scale. Today's number flashes in the corner of the screen: 515 The chat is all speculating how long Derek is going to continue this he's totally ruined I bet he'll quit at 600 He's appetite is going to make him eat until he pops Wonder if he misses his days as an athlete...

You type in your own thoughts: He's going for the gold- this pig is reaching half a ton.

20,000 Followers You've watched this video more often than you care to admit. In the middle of the "Order everything from the McDonalds menu" Derek’s bench finally breaks in the middle of the stream, just as everyone predicted, sending him crashing to the ground, in an undulating wave of fat rolls. Should we call someone? I don't think he'd fit in an ambulance! He's not too fat to get up, is he? Derek groans from his spot on the floor - but the munching sounds let you know he's clearly okay. He tells his phone "Siri, call coach." The phone rings and someone answers, too muffled to be picked up on the stream. "I uh....need some help. Think you and the team could drop by?" In about a half hour, the door is being forced in and four burly football players and their coach, clearly having just come from practice, come rushing in. They all enter Derek's room and stop and stare at the ground where he's currently beached. "Jesus, Hale! What the hell happened to you?" "You need help..." "he's like a thousand pounds, how are we gonna lift him??" "Are we sure he was our Captain? Looks like he ate them!" "On the count of three, boys. One..two..." On the count of three they all hoist Derek into into a standing position. He has to lean on the computer desk for support, giving the chat a perfect view of his triple chins and flabby moobs. "Maybe shed some weight before we're buttering you up to get through doorways, eh, Hale?" "Yes...Coach," Derek wheezes. "Think he looks hungry," another player says, playfully slapping Derek's rear. A second guy laughs and starts pushing his hand into Derek's middle, seeing how far his hand will push into the immense blubbery mass. "We should come back with food..." "Don't enable him," the coach barks. "Extra laps for the team so you all don't end up like this whale!" They all leave and Derek ends the chat - but not before they hear 1 of his teammates say "Love your stream, Captain...." You donate to his funds for a bigger capacity chair - it's the least you can do. 50,000 Followers When Derek restarts his stream a couple of days later, apologizing for the time off, his follower count has risen in his absence and his new weight is flashing 732lbs. Some of it you attribute to the higher quality stream. When the stream starts again, Derek is sitting on a couch, taking up easily 2/3rds of it, belly close to touching the ground as he sits with his legs spread apart- not that it matters with thighs like tree trunks that always end up touching. Now he has studio lights behind him, a long coffee table in front of him covered with food and there is a bar-cart in the corner of the screen filled with sodas and cartons of cream. "This is Jordan and Matt," Derek announces. "They were on my team before I - " "_ got too out of shape and hopelessly obese to play?" "...yes." "But he's still our captain, so anything to help." "Someone has to lug his fatass to bed and bring him food." "And our first job...." they pull out a funnel. Jordan holds it in Derek's mouth, pressing into his belly and highlighting just how ridiculously wide Derek is that his teammate practically sinks into his sea of lard and isn't even a quarter of Derek's size. Matt starts opening cartons of cream and pouring them in one by one as Derek eagerly guzzles it down. "Alright, for every $20 donated we'll pour another carton in this tank of a belly!" The donations to the chat flood in. jock to immobile in 2 years has to be a record what a goddamn blimp I hope these two feed him until he's begging for them to stop he's going to fill out that couch by the end of the year! You chip in $100. It's for a good cause.... 5 quarts of cream will round Derek out nicely....

100,000 Followers

You see Derek's name in a national newspaper and almost choke, thinking you're in very good dream or maybe someone has found your browser history and made an elaborate prank. “Man Set to Break 2 World Records”. His stream hits 100,000 followers and a few million views as everyone turns in to see Derek reach the title of World's Fattest Man at a whopping 1500lbs and his way to accomplish it: One week to eat a million calories. Derek is bedbound, the California King mattress completely hidden by his body, which has become nothing but a shapeless pile of fat rolls and blubber. Even his face is almost indistinguishable from the rest of him. Legs uselessly buried under his belly, only his toes peeking out. You can't remember the last stream you've seen Derek feed himself, not since he's passed 800lbs. There are cameras everywhere - giving the world a 360 view of the nearly 2 ton man, ready to push himself to a new level of gluttony. A team of football players surround him, forming an assembly line to keep the keg attached to his funnel full. You've seen the calorie breakdown of what's in those shake's they're feeding him, each one a staggering 10,000 calories. Derek keeps chugging, only taking the occasional breaks before grunting to his team and they shove the tube back in his mouth. "Last one!" Every one cheers. Derek doesn't even acknowledge it. You know he must feel reaching to burst, more achingly full than he's ever felt in his life - but with so much lard covering his stomach, he doesn't even look full. You wonder if he could handle even more. When the keg is empty, it gets tossed aside and the tube is taken out of Derek's mouth. "That's the record!" Someone shouts. "How do you feel?" It takes Derek several long seconds to answer. Brain stuck in gluttony, mindless and fat-filled making it too hard to form a thought. And it was increasingly hard for him to form words with his lips puckered and pushed together by softball-sized cheeks and his stack of chins. "H-Hungry. …burrRRPP… …PblttFFf…"

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