SEASON THREE AND FOUR OF HAZBIN HOTEL CONFIRMED!

Sunday Kalgorea x fem!reader

Late Nights & Loving Words

The soft glow of your phone screen illuminated Sunday’s face as she scrolled through her feed, her lashes casting delicate shadows against her cheeks. You watched her from where you lay beside her, chin propped up on your hand, just admiring the way the light kissed her skin.

“You’re staring,” Sunday murmured, not looking away from her screen.

“You’re beautiful,” you countered, a teasing lilt in your voice.

That got her attention. She turned, arching a brow before a small smile tugged at her lips. “I know,” she said, always the confident influencer, but you caught the faintest hint of warmth in her tone.

You reached out, tracing a fingertip along the curve of her jaw. “I love you, you know.”

Sunday leaned into your touch, setting her phone aside. “I know that too.” Then, softer, “I love you too.”

She pulled you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before tucking you against her chest. The soft hum of the night filled the silence between you, the only sound that mattered being the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against your ear.

No cameras, no curated posts—just Sunday, just you, just love.

Let me know if you want something different

deadpool getting jealous when you’re giving wolfie too much attention in a poly relationship!!! 🙏

‘Wade. Stop pouting.’ Logan grunted from against your neck, eyes closed shut as he tried to focus back on you and tightened his grip on your waist.

‘And how the fuck do you know I’m pouting! You’ve got your eyes closed!’ Wade exclaimed, pouting from the other side of the room, watching on in jealously as you continued to shower Logan with more affection.

‘I don’t need to open my eyes to know your pouting dipshit.’ Logan growled but his temperament was easily faltered when he felt you run your hand through his hair and scraping at his scalp deliciously, you almost swore you heard the gruff Logan Howlett purr like a domesticated cat.

‘Wade what’s wrong? You’ve been like this all week and when I go to kiss you or anything, you completely brush me off.’ You said as you looked over at him in his ridiculous pink unicorn pyjamas with matching slippers, squeezing his unicorn plushie tighter and tighter that you swore the poor thing was going to pop. You didn’t like it when either of your partners was upset or angry, they’ve been down those roads before and all you wanted was to love them as much as you can while you can; however you couldn’t do that if one of your partners was too stubborn to tell you what was wrong.

Thankfully after a total record of fifteen minutes of sighing and huffing, Wade looks over at you with the most dramatic pout on his lips. ‘Fine since my gorgeous, fantastic, sexy, hot pookie insists that I tell them what’s wrong, I’ll shall.’ He then takes a deep breath and points to the half asleep Logan cuddled up against you. ‘You have been giving lumberjack over there far too much attention lately Where’s my affection because I don’t see it! I’m being neglected! I want to be cuddled! where’s my cuddles!’ You couldn’t help but chuckle at Wade’s outburst, which only made him pout harder as he showed you his back which had a massive cartoon unicorn rearing on its back legs.

‘Great now my sexy, cool, gorgeously handsome partner is laughing at my pain, I must truly be in hell.’ He mutters to himself as he burrows his head into his arms, only then did your laughter subsided as finally spoke. ‘Don’t be like that, you know I love you and Logan equally.’ You tell him, only to hear him scoff, which made your heart hurt a little, before you the. patted the spare space of the couch with your hand, wanting to make it up to your boyfriend. ‘Stop it with the pouting and get your fine ass on over here handsome, we’ve got room for one more…if you want it that is. I’m not forcing-‘

Before you could finish your sentence, Wade bolted from his spot across the room, and clung onto your other side as he nuzzled his head against your chest, his arms latching onto you waist just beneath Logan’s own arms. ‘Thought you’d never ask sweet cheeks!’ Wade replied as he peppered kisses across your collar bones, causing your to giggle as you ran your free hand up and down his back soothingly, now feeling happy and content with both men that you love dearly being cuddled up on either side of you.

‘Good. I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love either of you because I do.’ You said as you kissed both Wade and Logan on their foreheads, noses and finally their lips as Logan sluggishly reciprocated his kiss in due to being half asleep, just as Wade almost devoured you eagerly with his own kiss.

‘I think we both know that very well peanut, and we love you all the more for it.’ Wade uttered softly as he made himself comfortable against your side, feeling his eyelids grow heavier. Wade knee you’d never made him feel jealous, not intentionally nor accidentally, but sometimes he felt a little lost whenever you spent just a small fraction more time with Logan over him. He just wants so time with you too! And so now as he burrows his head under your chin, ready to drift off, he couldn’t help but reach a hand over to squeeze Logan’s firm ass; only to find that he was one step ahead of him and quickly gripped his wrist.

‘I wouldn’t think about it bub.’ Logan murmured.

‘How is he doing that with his eyes closed.’ Wade whispered to you as you both looked at Logan as he dropped wade’s hand.

‘It’s a mystery we’ll never find out sweetheart.’ You replied as you kissed Wade on the forehead, giving his ass a little pat and a loving squeeze. You knew Wade expresses his affection in rather bold ways but only did so as long as it alright with you and Logan. He didn’t want to put you out of your comfort zone to accommodate him but you weren’t so easily fazed by his actions, not when you have been friends with him as long as you have been partners. So needless to say it wasn’t at all surprising when you suddenly picked up Wade’s tendency to squeeze and or slap your partners asses affectionately.

Much to Logan’s dismay no less but he took it in stride for your sake and occasionally Wade’s but mainly yours.

‘The author must’ve gotten pretty lazy or had a brain fart if this is how the fanfic ends.’ Wade yawns, ‘i could’ve done a far better job that’s for sure.’ He adds before falling asleep. meanwhile you stayed up wondering who the fuck this ‘author’ he was on about, and what did he mean by ‘fanfic?’

Noah x reader hcs where he’s jealous the reader is talking to someone else?

Jealous Noah x reader!

tysm for the request!!

Honestly I would think that Noah is not all that jealous most of the time.

He just strikes me as the kind of guy who wouldn't notice or care about that kind of stuff.

Well until one day when there is someone who is just so obviously flirting with you.

You don't notice of course, and he knows that.

It's been hours too since you'd come over to check in with him, something the two of you did at social gatherings a lot, so when this stranger has taken your attention for as long as they have, yeah he's a little annoyed.

He's not usually one for PDA but in this situation I would think he'd walk over and put your arm around your waist subtly.

"That's exactly why- oh, hi Noah," you chuckled, surprised by his sudden appearance.

"hi," he said simply, glaring daggers at whoever you were talking to.

"Well... I'm just going to- go."

With that they're gone, and Noah smiles a little triumphantly.

"Did you need something?" You asked curiously.

"No it's just you were talking to that mouth breather forever," he says rolling his eyes.

The gears turn in your brain for a few seconds before you piece together the puzzle "oh my god, Noah you were actually jealous?!"

You can't help but laugh a little lightly, as he goes red in the face.

"No I wasn't!"

"You were! Awww, that is super cute!" You exclaim, pulling him closer.

He huffs softly, deciding it's not worth it to fight with you on this.

"Whatever, can we leave now?" He says.

"Sure we can, wouldn't want me talking to anyone else would you?" You tease.

"I wasn't jealous!"

posts while dating matt sturniolo — M.S.

warnings: cursing, obvi

pronouns: she/her

authors note: i know they live in california so there's no snow, hush, idc

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[y/n].[l/n] jinkies! 🧡💚

Matthew.Sturniolo I can help you find your glasses

| Nicolassturniolo OR FIND THE DOOR! GROSS

Tarayummy ur sweeter than candy 😋

| [y/n].[l/n] you would know ;)

Samgolbach you should do a ghost hunt with us then, Velma

| [y/n].[l/n] I would make the ghost talk immediately, I'm too good at the job

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Matthew.Sturniolo late night adventures

[y/n].[l/n] 🩷🫶

Nicolassturniolo why's she sittin in your lap 🤨

| Nathandoe8 she took my spot

| Matthew.Sturniolo I have a leg for you, and a leg for her

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[y/n].[l/n] I drag him everywhere

Tarayummy walk him like a dog sis

| [y/n].[l/n] I always do

Nicolassturniolo get him a leash atp

| [y/n].[l/n] only if he's into that

| Christophersturniolo WOAH

| Matthew.Sturniolo I AM NOT FOR THE RECORD

| Nathandoe8 thats not what you told me...

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Matthew.Sturniolo ❤️‍🔥

[y/n].[l/n] twinning 😋

Nicolassturniolo 🧌

| [y/n].[l/n] :(

| Nicolassturniolo [y/n].[l/n], not you, matt

| [y/n].[l/n] oh ok! :)

Christophersturniolo lame ass caption 🥱

| Matthew.Sturniolo lame ass face

| Christophersturniolo WE HAVE THE SAME FACE

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[y/n].[l/n] I love my, love my, love my little calendar girl

Matthew.Sturniolo calendar BOY

| Christophersturniolo calendar baby more like

| [y/n].[l/n] I don't hate the sound of that

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[y/n].[l/n] always holding my hand

Tarayummy cutie patooties

Matthew.Sturniolo YOU hold MY hand

| [y/n].[l/n] THEYRE WARM CAN YOU BLAME ME??

| Matthew.Sturniolo GET WARMER HANDS???

Nicolassturniolo cute I guess 🙄

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Matthew.Sturniolo she forced me

[y/n].[l/n] LIAR! you loved it.

| Matthew.Sturniolo Nuh uhhh

Nathandoe8 hot stuff

Tarayummy shes mine >:(

| [y/n].[l/n] I have enough love for both of you

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[y/n].[l/n] life lately >>

Tarayummy hey that's me!!

| [y/n].[l/n] you know it babe 😘 best party ever

Christophersturniolo she put that sticker on me

Nicolassturniolo the shit you guys get up to in your bedroom is insane. Even the pg stuff

| [y/n].[l/n] I'm an acrobat, what can I say 😊

| Matthew.Sturniolo and I squat

| Christophersturniolo you sure?

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Matthew.Sturniolo damn it feel good to have you

[y/n].[l/n] ur my person

| Matthew.Sturniolo ur mine

Nathandoe8 king

Christophersturniolo j cole? 😲

Tarayummy shes MINE actually

girls…..

Sunday mornings🎧

It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings when the sunlight filtered through the windows just enough to create a soft, golden glow around the room. You were wrapped in a cozy blanket, sipping on your coffee, when you heard a gentle knock at the door. You smiled and set your mug down, knowing exactly who it was.

“Come in,” you called out, your voice light and soft.

Sunday Kalogeras stepped into the room, a grin on her face, her dark curls bouncing slightly as she moved. She was wearing a loose, comfy sweatshirt and jeans, clearly having embraced the easygoing vibe of the day.

“Morning, sunshine,” she teased as she walked over to the couch where you were sitting. “How’s my favorite person doing today?”

You couldn’t help but smile wider at her presence. “Better now that you’re here.”

She slid onto the couch beside you, her arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder. “Good answer,” she said, leaning her head gently against yours. “I brought breakfast. Pancakes, your favorite.”

Your heart melted. “You’re too good to me.”

“Anything for you,” she murmured softly, before stealing a kiss from your cheek.

The two of you spent the morning talking about anything and everything, all while enjoying the warm breakfast she’d made for you both. There was something about her presence that made everything feel effortless, like time slowed down when you were with her.

As you finished up, Sunday let out a content sigh. “I could just stay here with you all day, you know that?” she said, her voice full of sincerity. “Nothing else sounds as good.”

You looked at her, a playful glint in your eyes. “Well, as long as you’re up for it, I think I could get used to it, too.”

Sunday grinned, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Then it’s a date. Just us, cuddled up and enjoying the day.”

And for the rest of the day, you both stayed close, basking in each other’s company, perfectly content in the simplicity of your shared love.

this is so little!chris omgg !!! look at the way hes holding the sharpie :c

OMGG IT IIIIIIS 😭🫶

I am flopping so hard

SLOW DOWN BABY 😝😝

demitra kalogeras x fem reader

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Algorithms and Affection

You met Demitra at a science & lifestyle influencer mixer in LA—a place you never thought you’d be, surrounded by ring lights and perfectly curated aesthetics. She stood out. Not because she was the loudest, but because she wasn’t trying to be noticed. Her content focused on space, feminism, and occasionally showing off her cats with nerdy captions like “Newton’s First Law… of naps.”

You, on the other hand, ran a cozy, cottagecore-style channel—baking, journaling, sunlight through leaves.

Opposites, maybe. But something clicked.

You started collaborating: “Cottagecore Girl Teaches Astrophysicist to Bake,” followed by “Astrophysicist Explains Black Holes While Making Banana Bread.” The algorithm loved it—but not as much as you loved seeing her in your kitchen, sleeves rolled up, laughing at her own messy attempts to knead dough.

One night, filming done, flour still on your cheeks, she looked at you across the couch. “I’ve calculated the probability of me falling for you.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, nudging her socked foot with yours. “And what did your data say?”

She smirked. “It’s already happened.”

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