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papercorgiworld · 4 months

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Sleeping with a prefect

Mattheo Riddle imagine

Mattheo flirts with you because of your status as a prefect. However, you aren’t the only one falling in love. Fluff, smut, dramatics and you get to pick your ending sweet or smutty.

Warning: sweet smut

Picture source: https://pin.it/7BiTOcrKF

A/N: I planned to post something else but at the last moment I didn’t like it anymore, so I decided to finish this instead. I really hope it’s somewhat good. English is not my first language so be sure to feedback me if you spot any errors.

The notorious slytherins had come up with a new scheme to avoid detention. A little game called flirt with the prefect. They all had their appointed prefect that they had to woo, so when they would run into said prefect any consequences could be flirted or kissed away.

You were surprised when Mattheo Riddle suddenly showed interest in you. Part of you knew that it was suspicious, but Mattheo was charming and incredibly handsome. So, he had you wooed in no time. You would blush and smile at everything he said to you and when he did small things for you like hold a door or carry your books, you would bite your lip and avoid his gaze. You had fallen for him, so bad, and he knew, so well.

The flirting had been going on for weeks and so far they hadn’t run into you during prefect patrol. That was until tonight. You heard laughter in the distance and quietly made your way to the dark hallway from which the noise came. When you see the group of slytherins you immediately start to blush, knowing very well who’s amongst them. “This is at least a week's detention.” You speak up calmly and give the group a little jump scare. Mattheo’s eyes lock with yours and you smile. This is going to be easy. “Oh come on, love, why don’t you join us?” Mattheo asks cheerfully. For a moment you drown in his eyes, but you manage to snap out of it. “Nice try, but how about you all join Mcgonagoll in her office.” “Oh come on, (y/n), Matt has been wanting to introduce you to us for weeks.” Blaise pushes, giving you a bright smile. They all see you light up at the idea of being special to Mattheo. “Okay, guys we’re passed curfew, let’s just leave.” Mattheo says as he walks over to you with a playful smile.

Mattheo hanging with his friends, up to no good.

“No, you know I’m supposed to guide you to professor-“ You fall silent when Mattheo wraps his arm around you, his hand resting on the small of your back. You rest your hand on his chest in an attempt to keep a little distance. “Isn’t it just a few more minutes before your shift ends?” He asks his eyes never leaving yours. You see his friends leaving out of the corner of your eyes, their laughter makes you feel anxious and insecure. “Hey, let me keep you company.” Mattheo suggests dragging your attention away from his snickering friends. You nod and his hand slips away from you back to hold your hand. You walk around together for a few more minutes and then you check in with Mcgonagall, when you leave her office Mattheo is waiting for you around the corner. Even though he had promised you, you were still a little surprised he was there.

He walked you to your prefect bedroom. “Thanks for walking me to my room.” You sound more nervous than you had anticipated. Mattheo’s lips form an adoring smile and his arm snakes around your waist again. “Thanks for letting me and my dumb ass friends of the hook.” You shake your head. “Don’t get used to it, it was a one time thing, Mattheo.” Your face heats up as you notice he’s gently leaning in. “I promise this isn’t going to be a one time thing.” He says seductively before brushing his soft lips over yours and kissing you with surprising softness. When you break the kiss he lets his forehead rest on yours and watches your face. You looked dreamy, mostly because you had been dreaming of this moment for weeks. Mattheo gives you a soft peck on the lips before letting go of you. As soon as his arm leaves you, you're in desperate need for his warmth again.

“Wanna come in?” You ask pointing at your bedroom door in an attempt to win his warmth back. He stares at you with shiny eyes. This was taking the game too far but he also really wanted you. “Chances are I might never wanna leave.” And with those words it was like he owned you. He made you feel so wanted and loved. That’s probably why it only took a few seconds for him to be on top of you.

Mattheo had almost tackled you into your bed. One of your hands roamed his chest, while your other mercilessly messed up his hair. Mattheo on the other hand had a firm grip on your ass but was mostly interested in kissing you like his life depended on it. You rolled so you were on top and gave him a fiery kiss before sitting up and taking off your shirt. Mattheo watched you with starry eyes and pushed himself up to kiss you. He quickly moved to your neck and shoulder, while you worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Once a few buttons were undone, he just pulled it over his head and you both fell back on the bed again.

After some sloppy kisses you pull away from him and sit up again, your hand traces down to his pants. Mattheo’s eyes already roll to the back of his head at the idea of your touch. You make quick work of his belt and he is eager to help you lower his pants. Mattheo lets out a soft growl as you grip his shaft tightly, your thumb playing with his tip. He closes his eyes as you start pumping his hard cock. However, after a moment his eyes fling back open as he feels your mouth wrap around him. “Fuck, (y/n).” He watches you as you try to take in as much of him as you can. He lets out a few pleased moans and his fingers softly tangle in your hair. Mattheo bites his lip, his eyes glued to your head bobbing on his cock. “You’re being too good for me.” He pants and he closes his eyes again. You swirl your tongue on his dick swallowing his precum. “Okay, that’s it, love.” He suddenly snaps and tugs your hair. You’re a bit surprised for a moment, thinking you’ve done something wrong, but when his lips crash into yours you stop worrying.

“Good girls like you deserve to be taken care of.” Mattheo breaths as he kisses you with passion. He unclasps your bra and in a matter of moments you’re underneath him. He cups and squeezes one of your breasts while his tongue plays with your nipple, circling around it. When both your nipples are perked and covered in his saliva he moves down to your skirt. Now that you’re fully naked he takes in your entire body. “I’m gonna have your pretty cunt beg for me.” Like it wasn’t already. His fingers work tauntingly slow, teasing your folds before pushing in. When you arch your back and buck your hips wanting more of his fingers he leans down to let his lips brush over yours and then moves down to your chest. Your moans turn into whimpers and it encourages him to play with your clit even more, letting his fingers work at a rough pace. “Please. I need you.” You manage to utter. “No no, love, I need you to be absolutely soaking wet for me.” You wimper. “I am. I need-Riddle please.” You beg. “Am I still just Riddle to you. I am clearly doing something wrong.” He says playfully and pulls his fingers away.

His mouth moves from your boobs to your pussy. He eagerly starts eating you out. “Mattheo please.” You beg him as his mouth fucks you, but he’s clearly not pleased with your answer and just grabs a hold of your hips so his tongue can sink in deeper. You feel yourself climaxing. “Matty.” You cry out as you feel your entire body tense. Satisfied that you’re this close Mattheo pulls away adoring the mess he has turned you into. He spreads your legs so he can align his cock with your glinstering cunt. “I’m gonna move in slowly, but I’m going to fuck you so hard.” You can hear how turned on he is by the tone of his voice. His with cum soaked dick easily enters your wet pussy. You still feel stretched and full when he’s inside and your hands push on his chest signaling that he needs to give you a little time to adjust. He lets his cock rest inside you and takes this moment to treat you with soft kisses.

When you wrap your legs around him he starts moving into you softly, but as soon as he realizes you can handle more he’s pounding into you. The pace at which he’s thrusting and his sweaty panting body above you has you feeling feelings you hadn’t felt before. “Rid-Matty.” He looks at you with an amused smile, but there’s something dark in his eyes. “If you call me by my last name like I’m some stranger I’ll pull out and leave you like the mess you are.” You nod with innocent eyes, turning him on even more. Merlin, you're making him go feral. He grabs your hips and slams into you. You grab a hold of your pillow, partially hiding your face as your orgasm washes over you, shaking and moaning underneath him. “(Y/n), you are so beautiful, please don’t hide from me, (y/n).” It came out way more pleading than intended, but Mattheo was so close and his dominant side really needed to see you, all of you. Seeing your pretty and flustered face had him spilling his seed into you.

After that he helped you clean up and put on your pajamas. You helped him find his boxers among the scattered clothes in your room. He didn’t intend to stay the night but his orgasm had drained his energy and you looked so comfortable to snuggle with. It ended up being a night of switching between being the big and little spoon. However, the morning after was so warm and safe that the both of you stayed in too long, having to rush to get ready for class.

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Mattheo had forgotten his jacket so as soon as you’re ready you go look for him. You spot him rushing towards his friends who’re standing at the entrance of the great hall. “You went out of your way to get us out of detention.” You hear Blaise say as he pats Mattheo’s shoulder. “You seriously slept with her. I mean flirting with prefects is one thing but sleeping with them.” Draco ads before Mattheo can say anything. “Guys, guys.” Theodore suddenly hushes everyone as he points his head, making Mattheo turn around to see you standing there with teary eyes holding his jacket. “You forgot this, Riddle.” You say with a shaky voice as you reach to give him his jacket back. Mattheo’s head tilts and his lips part, he wants to say something, but no words come. He reaches for you, but you just push his jacket into his arms. “(Y/n), what you heard wasn’t true.” Mattheo tries to explain but you let out an angry half laugh. “You don’t need to explain. I get it you whored yourself out of detention. I hope you’re real proud of yourself.” You say it loud enough for some people to catch on. You quickly walk away and Mattheo shuts his eyes, cursing himself.

Mattheo turning around and seeing you.

***

“Pans, can you pass me those mashed potatoes?” Mattheo asks as he points towards a bowl near her. “Depends, I hear you are willing to do a lot to get what you want, mister manwhore.” Pansy and her friends snicker and Mattheo just gets up leaving his food for what it is. “That sensitive?” Pansy quirks an eyebrow. “(Y/n) quit as prefect and skipped every class today.” Theo explains. “So? What did Matt expect?” Theo sighs. “Apparently, without any of us noticing, Riddle… kind of… fell in love with (y/n).” Pansy’s eyes widened. “No way!”

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Mattheo had been searching for you the entire day so when he finally spots you walking alone after dinner he rushes towards you. As he’s fast walking in your direction, he feels his anger build up. Anger mainly directed towards himself, but also towards you for not giving him a chance to explain. So when he gets a hold of you he shoves you against a wall. His arms rest on the wall on either side of you locking you in and his angry eyes scare you. “You’re going to listen to me.” He demands and you try to push him aside but it’s pointless. “I didn’t whore my way out of detention. I fucked you because I wanted to! Because I want you. Because I’m fucking falling for you.” When he sees your face soften up after hearing his confession, he calms down and cups your cheek. “I know I screwed up, but you have to give me a chance.” Mattheo’s eyes are desperate and his voice is pleading.

The ‘give me a chance, I need you’ look.

“You played me. You flirted with me because I was a prefect.” Mattheo’s heart aches as he sees your eyes getting teary. “That doesn’t matter anymore. This, me begging for you to give me a chance, is real.” There’s still doubt in your eyes, but Mattheo wants you. He can’t stand the idea of not having you, especially after getting to enjoy your warmth and love the night before. His fear of losing you peaks, making him clench his jaw. “I want you!! I’ll make you (y/n) Riddle. I’ll make you the mother of my children. Fuck! You want me, (y/n), and you have me.” His voice is filled with harsh desperation, with a clear hint of regret and anger. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

Sweet ending:

Your eyes fall down to the floor and you stare at your feet, not knowing what to think of his words. Mattheo falls silent and drops his arms, giving you space to move away if you wish. His entire body tenses to keep himself from falling apart as he sees your fidgeting fingers. He slowly reaches for your hands, taking them in his and drawing circles on the back of your hand. That you allowed him to do that gave him courage to speak up again with a soft voice. “(Y/n), I-” You interrupt him by squeezing his hand and your eyes lock. “I’ve never felt this way before either. That’s why I’m so scared to get hurt.” You admit with a shaky voice and watering eyes. Mattheo presses his head against yours. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers with a heart gripping honesty.

Slowly your head moves to lay on his shoulder and Mattheo finally finds peace now that he can wrap his arms around you again. “I’m sorry I said that you whored your way out of detention.” You whisper with your head still resting on him. You hear Mattheo softly chuckle and he leans his head against yours. “You don’t have to apologize, honestly, you should’ve said worse. I know I deserve it.” You lift your head to say something, but decide no words can explain what you’re feeling. So you cup his cheek and bring your lips to his.

Smutty ending:

Your silence makes him panic. If he can’t convince you with words, actions might do the trick. He pushes you into a nearby empty classroom. He falls to his knees. “You don’t want to believe me, I’ll make you believe me.” He snarls as he pulls your panties down with a harsh tugg. He immediately diggs in and you let him, reaching for his curls as you buck your hips so his tongue is where you want it. He was going to fuck you with his mouth, fingers and cock until you were his.

Word count: 2645

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patheticdeperateanddumb2 · 1 month

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We connected on a kink site but after writing with me you realized I'm quite inexperienced and don't really know what I'm doing.

You are a gentleman and of course ask me about my likes and limits etc. making me feel safe while secretly already planning how to break me. I tell you that I don't really like anal and only tried a little princess plug once and it was too uncomfortable but that I really wanna try bondage.

We decide to meet up at a bar and I'm incredibly nervous but you charm me and make me feel calm. You buy me one drink after the other and subtly encourage me to drink more. When I'm getting more than a little tipsy you show me some bondage poses we could try and I immediately get excited so I chose one and we get ready to go to your place.

Once there you talk me through everything assuring me we can always stop if it's getting too much lying through your teeth. You purposely choose poses where my ass would be easily accessible to you. You tie my hands to the bedframe and secured my legs up there too so I'm completely exposed and start to play with my pussy making me wimper and moan a little. I'm starting to really enjoy myself and you savor it and get faster playing with my clit asking me what I want. "Pls fuck me" I shyly exclaim but you are not satisfied slapping my cunt "louder I couldn't hear you" "I want you to fuck me pretty please" getting embarrassed about being such a slut that lets a man tie her up on the first date.

You get out your cock that was bigger than I'm used to playing with my entrance and I get a little scared again if it would hurt. You push your head into me laughing at the shocked expression I must have had. After slowly fucking your head into me for a little making me beg more you finally thrusts into me in one hard thrust making me yelp while fucking me meryless and hard after and slapping my face. I cry out completely overwhelmed and in pain. "Pls stop that's too rough" you only give me a sadistic grin "well it's not like you could do anything about it you naive fucking slut".

You start to tease my asshole and push one finger in without any lube just the little wetness dripping down. I start to cry realizing what I got myself into. "Oh fuck you look so hot when you cry and I haven't even really started" you pull your cock out and lining yourself up with my ass. I'm trying to struggle and get away but there is no use. You push the head in even if it requires lots of pressure to break my little hole in.

"I love it when whores like you are in pain and I can finally make them useful" I'm sobbing now from the sharp pain going through my body and you slap me even more. You have trouble fitting more in since I'm so tense so you slap me a little more before choking me out using the opportunity to get all the way in and fucking me awake using me like cock sleeve and ignoring my please to stop.

"you fucking wanted that I have you an video begging me to fuck you and now I'm doing just that the way you deserve" sheer panic builds up in me as you point to a semi hidden camera. You pull out a strong vibrator pushing it at my clit on the 3rd setting while still destroying my ass. "If you cum I will pull out I promise" you say mocking me but all the new sensations and stuff are just too much and I can only struggle. This is going on for another hour getting slapped, pinched and hurt by you but then I feel something built up inside. Against my will an orgasm is building up and I explode squirting over you.

"See I knew you were a disgusting slut that needed to be treated like that" while pulling out my ass and pumping a load into my unprotected cunt plugging it up after and forcing me to clean you cock.

"Well i hope you are ready for the next round later! then I can actually try some suggestions from chat." while getting a laptop and showing me the life stream and comments.

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piratefishmama · 10 months

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Nest | Part 6

Steve expected the crowd outside of the door. He expected the Alphas, four of them, intermingled with a small team of Betas for pheromone control. He didn’t expect the rise in aggression that spiked in him at the sight of them all, but he had enough self-control to shut it down as quick as it spiked.

They were there to protect Eddie, they weren’t there to hurt Eddie. They were there to protect him from Steve if need be, even at the risk of their own safety. They were doing their jobs.

“I’m okay.” He held up his hands in a bid to relax the crowd “I’m under control.”

“Very nearly weren’t, though, were you, Steve?” He also didn’t expect him. Although he should have. It wasn’t like Owens wasn’t around. It wasn’t like Owens wasn’t liable if things went sideways in the clinic, if one of his Alphas on staff assaulted someone. Sam Owens, Beta, good with the younger patients. Always had lollies in his coat pocket for the scared or nervous ones. “What’s everyone still doing here? Go on, off you go, crisis averted! Crowd disperse!” Looks were shared, before the small team dispersed back to their original stations, back to their actual jobs. “Steve, you come with me.”

“I can’t be away from him for long, I—”

“You won’t be, now come with me.” No room for argument, no matter how friendly the betas tone was, no matter how neutral he sounded. Owens was the boss. He was the one with all the degrees, the qualifications, the experience. Steve followed, he followed all the way down the main hallway and to the left, right to the end of that one, and through the door at the end, directors office, where he watched Owens take a seat behind his desk, only taking the one in front of it when it was offered. “Would you like a drink?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Have a drink.” Owens stood and retrieved a soda can from a mini fridge he kept in his office, placing it on the desk for him before sitting back down. “You’re not in trouble Steve. It’s okay.”

“But I broke—”

“Nothing. You broke nothing. You kept yourself completely under control, and while yes it looked bad from the angle of the cameras, security were right in raising a response unit, you kept yourself in check, that shows an incredible amount of self-control, you broke nothing. You can relax.” It took him a moment, but he let the tension drain, it was okay, he wasn’t in trouble, he could have that drink, and everything would be fine. Owens even waited for him to finish his first swig of the refreshing liquid before he spoke again “What happened, from your perspective, Steve? Tell me everything from the moment you met him to… that.”

“In detail?”

“Condense it for me. Mr. Munson won’t be asleep forever, he’ll likely need you when he wakes so I don’t want to keep you here too long.” He could go back. He was allowed back. That last bit of tension draining away. It’d be okay.

“Right… uhm… well, I know him. We went to school together.”

“You’ve known a few Omegas who’ve been treated here, Mr. Emerson attends Hawkins Highschool as well, I’m sure you must have met him before, yet this wasn’t an issue in that assignment, what makes Mr. Munson different?”

“I don’t know, it’s like… it feels… right? Like—like I belong with him I—I don’t—I’ve never reacted like that to an Omega’s pre-heat scent before, it’s… I don’t know—” confusing, baffling, overwhelming, he wanted… god he wanted so badly but he didn’t know why.

“Like he’s yours?” It wasn’t an accusation, although a defensive alpha might have seen it as one, Steve kept his defences low. Sam Owens was not a threat. He’d already said Steve wasn’t in trouble.

“No… like… like I’m his” Owens nodded “like… like I was always supposed to be his” everything just clicking into place piece by piece, why he’d never been able to find the right person to settle down with, why his eyes had always been drawn to Eddie, sure he thought it was because Eddie just naturally drew the attention to himself, but—maybe it wasn’t that simple for him, maybe it wasn’t just Eddie’s ability to be the loudest person in a room that had Steve’s eyes drawn to him so often. “does that make sense?”

He'd just never gotten close enough to the Omega assume anything different.

“Unfortunately quite a bit. Yes.” Owens stood back up, and rounded his chair to the book case, where he perused for a moment before settling on a thin book bound in red leather, a notebook. “There’ve been a fair few cases of this kind of thing cropping up in clinics across the globe for as long as clinics like Nest have existed. Alphas and Omegas in close proximity during heats, it happens. Fanciful folk like to add romanticized labels to the whole thing, soulmates, fated mates, true mates. I’ve never been a fan of that terminology, they remove the essence of choice in it all. Of our own autonomy. When in reality, all it is, is that you both give off each other’s ideal scent, as in there's nothing in the subtle notes of it to put you off, and Eddie is just giving off a lot of his right now without anything to mask it.” That pre-heat scent doing its job too well. "The working term among the clinics is actually 'Scent Mates.'"

“…Excuse me?”

“We all have our individual scents, Steve, outside of things we can control like our cologne, perfume, the food and drink we’ve consumed, the fabric of the clothes we wear, we all give off our own individual unique scent underneath all of that. And we all have an ideal scent that makes us feel safe, comforted, that makes us feel all those good things we crave in life. We can settle in those scents, surrounded by them, they make us feel at home. Like we belong there.”

He belonged… like he belonged… he felt that. He felt so strongly that he belonged with Eddie, that everything was right with Eddie in his arms. “That’s—that’s what I felt like, like… I belonged there, like it was right… and when he asked me to—y’know, I barely managed to stop myself.” It felt right to be with him.

It felt wrong to pull away.

“Although I can't speak for him, or make any assumptions as to how he’ll feel after his heat because sometimes it is one sided when the dust settles, he must feel very drawn by your scent too, to be so comfortable around you, to be so responsive, especially so early in his heat, maybe yours might even be his ideal, making you both one of the many ‘scent mates’ who’ve found each other through these clinics. I wouldn’t blame him for being drawn to it though, who doesn’t enjoy a walk past a bakery in the morning?” It was meant as a joke, and maybe if he hadn’t said the first part Steve would have laughed… but he did say the first part.

“…He might not though?”

“It’s possible, just like physical attraction between primary genders, sometimes it’s one sided, with just the Omega’s heat temporarily pushing that attraction on their side to fulfil their instinct to be bred. But you and I both know, Omega’s don’t crave the touch of an Alpha during the first stage of their heat… his response to you is indicative of those going into the third stage, quite the advance given he’s been here only a day.” It wasn’t common.

Owens was right, Steve had tended to many Omega’s in his time at Nest, they all had variety, different behaviours, different traits, but the one thing that stayed the same was… heats progressed as they normally would.

Pre-heat, carb load, insatiable, then recovery.

Each stage had its own kind of behaviours exhibited. Omega’s didn’t want sex during pre-heat, they wanted to prepare, to build a nest, to get comfortable, to feel safe, and in the clinic... to get to know the alpha who'd be helping them.

Eddie just had to be different, didn’t he?

Owens was still talking “—sure, while we were already keeping him under close watch due to his history of violence, for safety reasons we’re going to have to be very careful with you as his assigned Alpha. Be honest with me, Steve… can you handle this?”

“I can handle it. I won’t hurt him.”

“I know you won’t, there's never been a recorded incident between scent mates that makes me think you would. Head to the cafeteria before you make your way back to him, I’m sure he’ll appreciate food when he wakes up.”

“…You’re really letting me stay with him?” With increased security, likely a door guard or two, but still.

“Would any other alpha be safe in there with him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Exactly. Off you go.”

Part 8

#PirateWrites #NestFiclet #Steddie #CW: A/B/O #No Upside Down AU #Omegaverse #Omega!Eddie Munson #Alpha!Steve Harrington

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waters-and-the-wilde · 19 days

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hehe scenario. jupeter coming out the other side of All That with a bit of 'wow you're just straight up a bit codependent but maybe that's actually the best-case scenario for you right now carry on fellas'

oh they've Had Their Talk in the aftermath, and, okay, it's agreed that they are Not Doing Romance because Nureyev needs Time To Grieve and it would be better to Take The Pressure Off Of Being In A Relationship and they will Reevaluate when Nureyev's had a chance to be a guy who doesn't have to worry about where his next meal is coming from. but also Like Hell is Juno just going to Leave Him Alone after all this. and the result is that they spend the Big Crash just. completely unhinged about each other. Nureyev's shot past 'feeling vulnerable around Juno scares the shit out of him' and well into 'raw nerves and gaping wounds and compound trauma and feeling vulnerable about literally anything and everything all the time and being around Juno is integral to not spiraling into the abandonment hell vortex'. meanwhile Juno's like 'holy shit Nureyev is letting me be there for him. this is already incredible progress'

u think they were insufferable on the Carte Blanche well. on the Carte Blanche Nureyev was still working on things like trusting Juno enough to let him back in at all and he Had An Image To Maintain and lots of Private Stuff to Deal With and Juno was still figuring out how not to be a prickly ass all the time and 'when is it appropriate to give your bf his space when your default mode is to Investigate Shit' and none of that is a going concern right now

'sometimes you gotta be a little bit mentally ill to handle the mental illness' they have so much separation anxiety and they are clipping their carabiners together. hooking pinky fingers and following each other when one needs to do something in the next room. where's Nureyev? sitting in Juno's lap again. his ass is experiencing 'nervous system doesn't know how to respond to the sudden removal of constant crushing dread and just goes fucking haywire at unpredictable intervals'. he gets random-ass panic attacks and there's only so much the breathing exercises and the grounding exercises and self-soothing techniques can do compared to 'Juno is here and he's fine and he's safe and he is more than happily providing prolonged physical contact' to get him to calm down on a physiological level

meanwhile Juno's like 'i chased this idiot across half the galaxy because he wouldn't ask for help and had to deal with him being all stone-faced and cold about it, do I look like i mind that he's clingy now? a lady does not need his personal space at this time. a lady is living for this. a lady is also maybe feeling clingy have u considered that'

everyone who isn't rita (idek who. melee? the other vivopolis refugees??) is assuming they are just getting a very bad grade in taking it slow and are barely humoring them about it. and neither bothers with denying the boyfriend allegations but it's not bc it's true it's they're just. too exhausted to get defensive about it

rita: and i mean they ain't actually smooching too loud in the kitchen or whatever

melee probably: he just came out of Juno's room wearing Juno's shirt

juno: he's a thief that's his shirt now

(12 hours earlier:)

nureyev: (shows up to juno's room at 3am) im sorry for waking you i had nightmares about [the bomb/the carte blanche raid/dokana capturing you] i just needed to see that you were alive and make sure im in the reality timeline and then i will go back to-

juno: get in loser we're watching bad cops

rita: hi mista' n do you want some of this blanket

nureyev: that's very kind but im afraid im

juno: yeah hold up he's like really sweaty im gonna get him a clean shirt

nureyev: you really don't need to-

juno: how are you even still standing up when you're shaking like that

nureyev: that is. an excellent question

juno: anyway welcome to the club i fired rita like an hour ago bc i had nightmares about her dying on the asteroid

rita: i had one where i was gettin chased by this big stompy plant monster with lotsa teeth and i had to distract it by throwing all my snacks behind me and then i was outta snacks and then i was up getting more snacks when mista' steel fired me

rita: you know i think only reason i ain't got separation anxiety about mista' steel is because we spent all that time in the ruby together while we were chasin' after you and that gets a gal over it real fast

juno: thanks rita :P

#good morning i am once again committing my little scenarios #hypothetical denouement nonsense #this is not even remotely legit speculation i am just saying words recreationally #the penumbra podcast #juno steel #peter nureyev

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mango-bango-bby · 1 year

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Hi Mango, how are you?Can you write Sugawara with a pregnant reader? I'm just wondering how he's going to act with his paternity fuss.I miss reading Sugwara reader posts 🥰 Sorry my native language is not english. I love you.

♡ Pregnancy ♡

(A/N: Wahhhhh I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve written anything for Haikyuu and it feels so nice to write for them again 💖 I hope you like because I’d love to more for Haikyuu!!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic yandere, pregnancy, childbirth, AFAB!reader, children

Summary: Pregnancy headcanons with Sugawara! (Yan!Sugawara x AFAB!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Sugawara really wanted a family with you. He had honestly been dreaming of having a family with you. He’d love a traditional family, although he would always put you before his wants. But when you told him that your period was late and that you wanted him to get you a pregnancy test. He was incredibly excited so he did get the test.

♡ You are either upset about being pregnant or you’re excited. Either way, Sugawara is very excited to start a family with you. If you’re upset, he’ll still comfort you but there doesn’t mean he’s not excited and won’t try explaining the positives to you. And if you’re excited, then he’s even happier! He hug you tightly but he’s already pulling back so he doesn’t hug you even though you’re barely showing.

♡ He gets very, very protective over you. And he isolates you even more. He just is so worried about you, there are so many things that could go wrong in pregnancy and there are so many complications that could happen. He takes you to the doctor a lot, even though he’s still protective of you, he still brings you to the doctor because he’s so nervous. He’s also scared for the baby for the same reasons.

♡ Sugawara reads up a lot of pregnancy and parenting so that he is fully prepared. He is at your beck and call honestly, he’s just so in love with you. He needs to make sure you’re comfortable and not stressed at anytime because it’s bad for you. Also definitely makes you food that you want because he doesn’t want you cooking because he sees as dangerous.

♡ He is already planning on spoiling the baby! He’s already spoiling you so much, he can’t wait to spoil the baby. He buys so many toys, play mats, clothes, everything! He just can’t wait, he’s very excited. Of course, he helps you decorate the nursery as well, whatever you like!

♡ Sugawara definitely brings you to a doctor. He’s very protective over you but he could not handle seeing you and you being in so much pain, so he definitely brings you to the hospital to give birth. He’s holding your hand the whole time, he is supporting you the whole time. He’s encouraging and definitely tells you how proud he is of you because you really are incredible.

♡ He lets you hold the baby first, then he holds them. He cries when he first holds them. Even when you all get home, Sugawara holds them while just relaxing with you. He ‘nurses’ you back to health, you just gave birth, he needs you to relax. So he takes care of you as well as taking care of the baby when you can’t.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere sugawara #yandere!suga #Yandere koshi #yandere sugawara x reader #yandere suga #yandere koshi x reader #yandere koshi #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #domestic yandere

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loversj0y · 10 months

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Dadbur never grow up !!!

never grow up

event masterlist

pairing: dadbur x AFAB reader (gn pronouns)

tws: none!

notes: iin honor of speak now tv!!!!! ive never written dadbur before and ive also never written many parent dynamic type things? but this is way too fucking cute as a concept so <;3

word count: 1.1k

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng / @core-queen / @zooone / @lillylvjy / @ghostsacrosslndnfields / @melunnek

When you had Tallulah, Wilbur sobbed the first time he held her. He had been so supportive throughout the pregnancy, and he was scared to death the entire time as well, worried that he wouldn’t be a good dad, or that something would happen to you.

So the first time he held your little girl in his arms, he sobbed out of love and happiness, kissing her head and whispering about how he’d never let anyone hurt her or break her heart. You could already tell he was going to be a great father. When she gently wrapped her hand around his finger, he suddenly felt like everything was going to be okay. The world had never seemed so quiet.

He was incredibly attentive after she was born. He was constantly with her, and he took so many photos and videos of her as she grew up. He did have to go on tour eventually, but he would call every day, and he’d look at every photo and video every night to remember what he was coming back to.

When he came back from tour, she’d grown so much.

“My little ‘Lulah,” he cooed, holding her close in his arms, “You need to stop growing, ‘Lulah. Before I know it, I’ll be beating up any person who tries to break your heart.”

You chuckled, leaning into him gently, “I wish she could stay this little forever.”

He smiled, gently kissing her head. She rested her head on his shoulder, babbling sleepily. She was about 15 months old now, and she was such a sweet child already. She had pieces of her father’s wild soul, but she carried more of his quieter traits.

“Here,” he passed her over to you, “Let’s go tuck her in. I wanna play her a song.”

You held her and walked to her bedroom, while Wilbur followed with his guitar strapped along his back. As you set her down, he sat down next to her crib, playing a soft tune on his guitar for her as she fell asleep.

As she grew up, Tallulah continued to be the spitting image of her father. Same mess of curly brown hair, and same big brown eyes. She was sweet and kind, always making sure that her friends were doing okay and wanting to help them. However, the similarities with her father meant she definitely got his sense of teenage angst. She was fourteen, and Wilbur was driving her to the movies with you riding shotgun. She looked nervous.

“‘Lulah? You alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she sighed softly.

“You don’t sound fine,” Wilbur added.

She frowned lightly, “‘M just a bit nervous, dad. I’ll be fine.”

He nodded softly, “Remember your breathing exercises in case, okay?”

“Yes, dad, I know,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m not a child.”

You and Wilbur shared a look, slight amusement on both of your faces.

Wilbur pulled up to the front of the movie theater, and you spoke up, “Be safe, and text us when the movie is over, but wait inside for us, okay?”

“Yes, I will,” she got out of the car quickly, and for a moment, she looked like she was going to slam the door shut.

“Bye, I love you.” She spoke softly.

“Bye, darling. We love you too,” Wilbur responded, and she closed the door softly.

You took Wilbur’s hand as you watched her walk in and meet up with her friends.

“You think she’ll be safe?”

“She’s your daughter, Wilbur. I don’t think we have to worry about if she’ll be safe, we should worry about if she’ll talk someone’s ear off.”

He laughed, kissing your hand gently, “God, I hate that she’s growing up. It feels like just yesterday she was just tiny.”

“I know,” you sighed softly, “I wish I could protect her from everything.”

“Me too,” he started to drive away, keeping his hand in yours, “We’ll be there for it all, though. We can’t protect her, but we can help her.”

“Is this your ploy to get her into music?”

“It’s not entirely a ploy,” you both laughed, swiftly heading back home.

“Dad, let me carry it, it’s fine,” Tallulah groaned, reaching for a box Wilbur was holding.

“I’ve got it, ‘Lulah. Don’t worry about a thing,” he smiled, carrying the box up to her apartment. Her first apartment. Neither of you were coping well with the thought, but she was only a two and a half hour drive away. You were so incredibly proud of her. She did follow in her father’s footsteps, but she learned every instrument she could find. Her hard work paid off, granting her a full-ride music scholarship. She also decided to minor in English as well, and it was weird to see your daughter so adult, even if she was just on the verge of 19.

You’d taken great care to helping her move in, making sure the place felt like home. Mostly by sneaking in little notes from you and Wilbur into every crevice you could find, to be discovered later. It was so odd, to see her in her own place now. Wilbur was setting up her internet while she made sure all of her instruments were in their proper place (she always had a thing about making sure everything had its own specific place). Before you left, you placed a scrapbook next to her bed, filled with some of the photos of her, you, and Wilbur.

Leaving her and driving back home was messy. You and Wilbur both cried, and you caught a glimpse of her tearing up as well before you started on back home. It was so tough to leave her, even if you’d been watching her grow up and preparing for this for years. It was just hard to see her go off. The car ride home was quiet as well, his hand in yours as you wiped at teary eyes.

Late that night, you and Wilbur were lying in bed, just holding each other close. “She seemed so happy to leave. Do you think she’ll miss us?” You asked softly.

“I think so.” “Really? I just remember how happy I was to finally be away from my parents.” “Well, your parents weren’t exactly the kindest.” He noted.

“I know, but I mean, it’s the freedom and feeling grown up, right? I’m worried we’ll lose her for a bit.” “I don’t-” his reply was cut off by his phone going off. He grabbed it, smiling softly. “I don’t think we’ll have anything to worry about,” he turned the phone towards you, showing off Tallulah’s contact proudly.

He answered the call, and you both spoke to her as she got settled into bed for her first night alone, and you could hear just how much she missed you both in her voice.

#mar's 200 follower event #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #wilbur soot #mar writes #wilbur x reader #dadbur #dadbur x reader

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 11 months

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Not my best idea (Sofia Huerta x Reader)

Based on this request

This isn't my best work and it's kinda short, but I have been trying to get this done for weeks now and wanted to get it finished. Hope it's okay and you enjoy it :)

Words: 1K

An elbow dug into my side, making my head snap to a laughing Emily. I scowled, turning back to the life guard that had captured my attention. She was beyond attractive. It didn't help that she was wearing a bikini top and board shorts, showing off more skin than I could handle. I'm pretty sure at this point it was incredibly obvious that I found her attractive. I couldn't stop myself from staring at her whenever she wasn't looking. She had already caught me a few times. It didn't help that I saw her almost every day since the girls were constantly wanting to go in our free time. No matter how many times the girls hyped me up or how many times I attempted to make my move, I always chickened out. I could barely talk to her, let alone ask her out.

"If you keep staring at her, you're going to creep her out. Quick be normal, she's coming over."

"Shush."

Y/n stopped in front of us, smile on her face and I could feel any composure I had disappear. "Hey ladies, how's everything going?"

"We can't complain."

"Good, do you think I could get a hand really quick? I need to move that table."

"Sure, Sof will help you, won't you?"

"Y-yeah." I glared at them as I followed behind her. There was an awkward silence as I walked behind her. Well maybe it only felt awkward because of how nervous I was feeling being this close to her alone. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. I never knew how to start a conversation with her or even keep a conversation going properly.

"Thanks for the help. I'm sorry to drag you away from your relaxation time."

"A-anytime."

Y/n looked at me, looking like she was waiting for me to say something else while also looking like she was wanting to say something. Instead, we just looked at each other until I was called back over to the girls. I silently cursed them as I had just about worked up the courage to say something. Now that had just vanished, "I'll uh see you later."

Of course I was teased about my awkwardness before some of the team left back to their rooms. I decided to stay for a while, hoping maybe I would get the courage to talk to her. A girl could dream anyway. It didn't happen, I just lay in the chair, watching her while trying not to make it obvious I was watching her. I knew I was being ridiculous. Just talking to her would make my life easier, but I was scared. The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. She seemed to be at least a little bit into me. There were the flirty smiles, subtle flirty comments and a few touches here and there. Though, for all I knew she was just being nice because it was her job.

For some stupid reason I decided the only possible way to get her to kiss me without talking to her, was to fake drown. In hindsight, watching sandlot probably wasn't the best idea. It wasn't that I actually planned to do it, but after watching some other women flirt with Y/n, I decided to do it, admittedly out of jealously. So once everyone including most of the team had left, I slipped into the pool. Moving around for a few minutes before I started flailing around and dunking under the water. There was a splash and a few seconds later, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me up and out of the pool. I held my breath, lips pressing against mine. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop the gasp that slipped out as my lips twitched with the desire to kiss her back. I could only hope she didn't notice.

Y/n POV

My lips pressed against hers, intending to start mouth to mouth however the twitch of her lips against mine and the almost silent gasp, gave away that she likely didn't need it. I had seen Sofia watching me quite a lot, a shy, but flirtatious smile sent my way every time our eyes met. I had also overheard conversations about how it would feel to kiss me. It was definitely a mutual feeling, I just enjoyed watching how flustered she got around me. It also seemed more professional to let her come to me first. I decided to throw professionalism out the window and connected our lips in a proper kiss. Her lips instantly moved against mine before I pulled away. It was short and sweet, leaving me wanting more. We were still at the pool though and even though it was only her and I, there was the potential for someone else to show up.

I laughed, helping her sit up, "Did you really just try pull off that scene from sandlot?"

Sofia smiled sheepishly, "Maybe. Sorry I know it was really stupid and I'm sorry if I worried you. Apparently when you're around I lose all ability to speak to women and resort to fake drowning instead."

"If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask."

"W-what?"

"You heard me, although you would have had to wait until after the first date. That would involve talking to me though and not just fake drowning."

Sofia looked down, redness covering her cheeks. It was adorable how shy and embarrassed she looked. I probably could have just asked her out and put her out of her misery, but I wanted a bit of payback for her scaring the shit out of me. It took a few seconds for her to look at me again, determination filled her beautiful eyes, "Will you go on a date with me Y/n?"

"Promise you won't fake drown again? You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Promise."

"Then I would love to go on a date with you." I pecked her lips, loving the way she tried to chase after me as I pulled away. "Na uh, you get more after the date. How's tonight?"

"Tonight is perfect, I'll pick you up at 6?"

Fingers laced with mine, squeezing gently when I kissed the back of her hand, "Look who finally gained the ability to speak. I can't wait."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #sofia huerta x reader #woso x reader #woso imagines #sofia huerta

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futfemfantasies · 1 year

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Always Be There - Millie Bright

Request: Hi this is quite a sensitive topic but im 23 and I have breast cancer and I was wondering if maybe you would be able to do a Millie bright x where the reader finds out she has it and the reader has to go through chemo and surgery and Millie is just being a nervous wreck but also an absolute sweetheart and is just with her through the process. Obviously it’s quite deep so u don’t have too but I am very blessed that I have an incredible girlfriend who is helping me through but this time but it would rlly mean a lot thank you. 👋🏻🫶🏻

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You know something is wrong. You don’t know what but you need to get it checked out as soon as you can. You turn your head and see the time on your alarm clock. You groan before sitting up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You don’t know how long you’re sitting like that but you feel a soft hand on your bare back. You look back and see your girlfriend of 3 years smiling at you while making her way across the bed.

“Good morning baby girl. Are you okay?” Millie asks, getting worried.

“Something’s wrong Mills and I’m scared”

“It’s okay babe. We’ll get you checked out at training by one of the doctors okay?” You nod and lean back into Millie.

“Let’s get ready for training. I’ll text Sarina that we are going to see one of the doctors beforehand”

You go back into your shared suitcase to find one of Millie’s hoodies and a pair of sweat pants. Once you got dressed, you wait for Millie to get out on the bathroom before going downstairs for breakfast. Millie comes out a few minutes later and wraps her arms around your waist. You turn around and she gives you a passionate kiss.

“I called Sarina and told her we are going to see the doctor before going out to training and she said that was okay”

“Thank you baby” You kiss her sweetly.

You two grab your things before heading downstairs to meet everyone for breakfast. When you arrive in the dining area, you both see your younger sister Leah sitting with Lucy, Keira and Jordan.

“Yo Y/N, you ready for me to kick your ass again?” Leah says.

“In your dreams little sis”

You and Millie make a detour to the field by going in the small building and Leah gives you both a confused look. You yell to her that you’ll inform her about it later. You go to the doctors office and you instantly feel nervous. You look up at Millie with pleading eyes and she senses your nervousness.

“Everything is going to be okay babe. You’ve properly just got the flu or something” Millie reassures you before kissing your temple.

You both walk into the building and she greets you both with a smile. Your hands become sweaty and forehead starting to get the same.

“Millie, Y/N, what can I do for you ladies?” The doctor offers you both a seat and you feel like you are going to throw up. You feel Millie give you a little nudge. You swallow and begin to explain what happened.

“I woke up this morning feeling a bit off and I can just tell something is wrong” You look at Millie and she nods. The doctor asks you a few more questions while writing your answers before deciding on the next step.

“Okay well, I’ll do a general exam then take some bloods. Will you be okay to train?” You nod and Millie’s phone buzzes in her hand but she choose to ignore it.

“I’ll be okay babe, you go” Millie gives you the ‘are you sure’ look and you nod. She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and goes out the the door, in which leads to the field.

“Okay y/n, you know how this goes”

After an hour, you quickly go into the locker room and get changed before going over to your teammates. You see Millie standing with her back towards you so you decide to sneak up on her. Your sister and Alessia notice you and you put a finger over your lips to hush them. You reach your girlfriend and snake your arms around her and leave a kiss on her neck. She jumps in surprise and relaxes when she sees it’s you.

“Did it go okay?” Millie whispered so no one nearby hears.

“We’ll find out soon enough” You say with a half smile.

You do another hour of training with the team before going to do some gym work to make up for the first hour you missed. You see Millie and the doctor walk through the door and you fear the worst. The doctor asks if you can come into her temporary office with her and you agreed. You walk next to Millie and she intertwines your hand.

“What’s this about?” You ask Millie quietly.

“I’m not sure babe”

You both go in and sit in front of the doctor that has a tan coloured folder in front of her. You take Millie’s other hand in yours and she rubs her thumb on the back of your hand.

“Well Y/N I have some news for you so I need you to brace yourself okay?”

“Should I go and get Leah?” Millie asks the doctor, as they obviously know you both are related.

“I think it would be best”

Millie rushes off to get your sister while you sit nervously in the chair. Meanwhile, the doctor explains your other results, which are thankfully, all fine. Millie and Leah burst through the door and move to sit next to you, one on each side. You hold both of their hands tightly and Millie puts her spare hand on your lower back. As the doctor tells you, you have no emotion. Your girlfriend and sister are trying to keep in their tears but tears slowly falling down their now crimson cheeks. You sit there paralysed, still not believing it. The doctor explains that Sarina, Jonas and the Arsenal doctors will be advised about the results.

You excuse yourself and walk out of the building with you heart in your throat. You turn a corner and let your emotions go. Tears streamed down your face so fast, your training shirt quickly became soaked. Your breathing starts to become uneven and you know what’s happening, you’re having a panic attack. Looking around the field, no one is in sight. You lean your head against the brick wall and close your eyes. Millie always could sense when you were have a panic attack but she’s not there to calm yourself back down. What felt like hours later but is only actually minutes, you feel familiar hands on your thighs. Your eyes open in another panic but Millie calms you down instantly.

“It’s just me baby girl. Leah’s behind me, do you wanna see her?” You nod and Millie gestures your little sister over.

“How am I going to tell mum Le? She’s going to be devastated” You say through your tears. Leah takes a seat next to you and Millie moves closer to your front, almost pulling you into her lap.

“We’re all going to be here for you, no matter what. You have so many people in your corner y/n/n” Leah reassures you, as she holds your hands.

Over the next few weeks, you tell your family and friends about your cancer and you have a bigger support base than you realise. You eventually let the outside world why you aren’t playing any games both for club and national teams for the remainder of the year and the fans understand and send their support in various ways. After your first doctors appointment, Millie decided to take some time off soccer to help and be there for you after appointments. Your mum and brother visit after each appointment and Leah only plays the home games for Arsenal so she’s close by if something happens.

A few months later, you wake up the next morning and it’s starting to get sore where you had your recent surgery. You do your morning bathroom routine when you feel arms wrap around your waist. You lean back and Millie kissed your cheek.

“How are you feeling today princess?” Millie asked.

“Like shit Mills” Millie frowns as you hug her tightly.

“When will this be over?” You cry into her chest.

“Hopefully soon love. How about some breakfast before we go?” You nod and Millie leaves you to get changed with a kiss on your forehead.

You walk downstairs and see Millie making your favourite breakfast while also talking to someone on the phone. You sit on the stairs and wait until the conversation is over before making an appearance.

“I’m so fucking scared Rach…I know but I’m just always worried about her. Like what if I give her the wrong food or I’m not doing enough…” Millie sobs into the phone until she turns around and spots you. She wipes her tears away and you go down the stairs to give her the biggest and tightest hug you can.

“I love you so much, you know that?” You whisper in her ear.

“I love you too, more than anything”

“I’m sorry about what you heard. I just want to be doing the right things so you get better” You pout at how sweet your girlfriend is.

“Baby, you are doing everything fine. No need to panic or stress about it, okay?” Millie nods and gives you a quick kiss before finishing your breakfast.

You switch the earlier position and wrap your arms around Millie with your head on her back, since you’re not as tall as Millie. After finishing your breakfast, you wait for Millie to get dressed before going to the hospital once again.

On the drive to the hospital, Millie keeps a hand on your thigh and you put your hand in hers. You arrive at the hospital and you both walk into the cancer centre to be greeted by the familiar receptionist from the last few months. You both make your way to the waiting area and you hold Millie’s hands while resting on your head on her shoulder.

“Tired baby?” You nod and Millie kisses the top of your head.

The doctor calls you both in and asks you to sit across from her. She starts explaining how your progress is going and then you get the news you’ve been waiting these whole 6 months for.

“Y/N, you’re cancer free”

#woso x reader #woso imagines #woso #millie bright x reader #chelsea womens #womens soccer #woso imagine

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agent-whiskeys-sweetheart · 1 year

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January Wedding

Pairing: Wife!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: After years of heartache and pain to get to your special day, you and Natasha finally get your happy ending.

Warnings: Just lots of tear inducing fluff.

A/N: Did I cry writing this? YEAH MAYBE WHAT ABOUT IT!

I don’t feel weak but I do Need sometimes for her to protect me And reconnect me To the beauty that I’m missin’ And in January we’re gettin’ married

The wind is harsh, whipping through your hair and stinging your face. The weatherman had predicted a much warmer day but this morning, nothing would get you down. You simply added another layer to your outfit as you walked up the steps to the chapel. You and your wife-to-be had split up this morning, not wanting to risk any bad luck before your big day, so you entered the large foyer by yourself.

Just around the corner was the room where you had placed your dress and all of your amenities for getting ready the day before. As soon as you stepped into the room your eyes found the long white dress which was hanging up near the vanity. It was perfect, having spoken to you the moment you put it on. You couldn’t wait for Natasha to see it. You just knew that her jaw was going to drop when she took in the sight of you in that beautiful dress. You were also incredibly excited to see what she had picked out as well.

There had been so many things that led you to this moment. A lot of the events that carried you to your wedding day were hard. Heart breaking even. Natasha had gone through a lot and so had you. That’s why you liked to think that this was your reward for sticking by one another’s sides through everything, good and bad.

You had made your way to the venue an hour early to give yourself time to shake off your nerves. Sitting down in front of the vanity you rubbed a hand over your mouth, taking in the sight of your own face. The time seemed to fly past as it wasn’t long before your mother was knocking on the door. Turning in your chair, you gave her a smile.

“Hi baby!” She said cheerfully, letting herself in and making her way over to you to hug your neck. “How long have you been here alone?”

“Don’t worry, I haven’t been here for very long.” You lie.

“Okay, good. Well, mommy is here now! Let’s start getting you ready. Your sister and your friends should be here soon so nothing’s stopping us from going ahead with things.” You nod, positioning yourself in your chair so that she can start on your hair.

Soon the door was opening and closing again and again as people joined the party. Your sister and four of your friends filed into the room as you struggled to turn around and greet them with your mom’s hands in your hair. Each time you tried to face them she would straighten your head out so she could do what she needed to do, making you chuckle. All of the new people in the room put their things down before crowding around the mirror to get a look at you.

“You’re going to look beautiful.” Your sister gives you a proud smile.

“Are you saying I look ugly now?”

“What? No!” She protests but you cut her off with a rich laugh.

“I’m just teasing you!” You tell her, nudging her with an arm. She returns the gesture and your mom gives her an annoyed look as she jostles you around, quickly stopping her movements.

“I wonder what Natasha looks like!” One of your friends chimes in.

“I know! God, I’m so nervous. I know she’s going to look beautiful!” You say, feeling your breathing becoming heavier.

“If you know she’s going to look beautiful, why are you nervous?”

“I’m scared I’m gonna start blubbering like a little baby.” You laugh. This causes everyone in the room to giggle as well, all putting soft hands on you to calm your nerves. You’re so grateful for all of them. You couldn’t imagine this day without them there.

Soon your mother is finished with your hair and they all begin working on different parts of your makeup. One girl does your foundation and contour, the next does your eye shadow and liner, the next does your lips and blush. Finally they bring you your dress, all hands on deck for helping you into the thing. It’s a little tricky to slide into but the moment it’s on and you get to see the whole beautiful picture, your chest starts to tighten. This is all just a glorious reminder that it is the happiest day of your life. You’re finally marrying your precious Natasha. No one knew her like you did. She needed you as much as you needed her. You truly were one another’s other half.

When you glanced up at the clock, you knew it was time. You were swimming in a sea of your own emotions as you tried to calm yourself, realizing that you were in the final stretch. All that waiting and hurt. Now you were finally here. Everyone except your mother said goodbye and left the room, leaving the two of you alone.

“You look absolutely stunning. And Natasha will too. My beautiful girls. It’s all going to be okay. You two were made for each other. Now all that’s left is to walk down that aisle and make it official.” You nod, fighting back the tears. You give your mom a big old bear hug. The moment you pull away she walks you down the hall to where your father is standing outside the main doors that lead into the chapel. As he takes in the sight of you he lets out a shaky breath.

“You look lovely sweetheart. Are you ready?” As you take his arm you look between both of your parents, smiling widely.

“For this? I was born ready.” You say. As she finally gets the cue from you your mom sneaks away to a side door where she finally takes her seat. Natasha is already standing on the altar, clenching and unclenching her fists. It was almost time. Soon you’d be walking through those double doors in all of your splendor and glory. You’d be gliding your way down that aisle and when you two finally met again, you’d be getting married. God, she was terrified. Yet she had never been so ready for anything in all of her life. You were her rock. Her guiding light. She needed you so much more than words could possibly express. She was so ready to make you her wife.

The music began abruptly, prompting everyone to stand and face the double doors. As they opened that’s when the two of you saw each other. Your eyes locked as soon as you stepped into the room and they didn’t leave one another for a second. It’s like everyone else in the room disappeared, leaving you in a world where it was only you two forever. Your father had a hand on your arm as he walked you down the aisle. Happy faces abounded as you felt the eyes of all your friends and family following you up to the altar. Natasha was wearing a floor length dress that hugged her curves beautifully. There were pearls and beads and lace lining the edges of the dress that created an elegant pattern which was very fitting. When you really started to take her in your prediction came true and you began to cry. Seeing this she couldn’t help but laugh which made you laugh as well, trying to rub away some of your excess tears before you got to the altar.

Once you were there you leaned over and gave your father a kiss on the cheek before turning back to your stunning Natasha. She outstretched her hands and you gladly took them in your own, your tears having subsided now. All you could feel were her warm battle scarred hands resting in yours. The preacher began to speak, saying all the right words and carrying out the ceremony effortlessly. You repeated the things that you needed to repeat and listened when Natasha spoke in turn. Her voice was like a song to you.

In the middle of the ceremony it was time to say your vows. She didn’t need a slip of paper or a notebook, neither did you. You both knew exactly what you wanted to say to the other. First was Natasha.

“My Y/N. This day has been a long time coming. I have waited impatiently for years now for the right time, the right day, the right gap in our hectic lives. That day is finally here and it’s even more beautiful than I imagined. I knew when I saw you walk through those doors that I would fall in love with you all over again and I was right. If it weren’t for you I might not be alive today. You have saved me again and again. You save me every day when you wake me up with a kiss, you save me with your sweet words and your heart, you save me by being you. Thank you for trusting me, for giving me your love, and for receiving all the love I have to give. It’s been a long journey to get to this point and even now we’re just getting started. We’ve got the rest of our lives to love and live and grow together. And I can’t wait.”

As soon as she finishes you lean in and kiss her tenderly. Everyone lets out light hearted chuckles and small encouragements as the preacher prompts you to pull away. “It’s not time for that just yet.”

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” You say with a smile. Now it was your turn. “My darling. My light. My love. My sun, my moon, and my stars. My Natasha. Life has taken us both on very different paths. Yet despite the fact that we come from different places, we found each other. We saw one another’s flaws and strengths and differences and we decided that we wanted each other no matter what. That is the spirit that I am here in today. In the spirit of differences. We will never be the same and thank god we’re not. Because I get to see so many beautiful sides of you that I fall in love with time and time again. You light a fire in me every day and you make me want to be a better person. I see you save the world every day and it reminds me that you are my hero. Not because you save lives for a living but because of your inner strength and beauty. You inspire me with every breath you take and I am so excited for a lifetime of being inspired by you.”

The crowd coos as the two of you stare longingly into each other’s eyes. The preacher continues with the ceremony, finishing things up as the two of you continue to hold onto the other’s hands. “Y/N L/N, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” The words sound delicious in your mouth.

“Natasha Romanoff, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” She rubs a thumb over the back of your hand.

“I do.” The preacher exchanges a smile between you both.

“You may now kiss the bride.” He jokes and you both hold onto each other’s faces as you press your lips together, kissing one another deeply and fully. As you do the people in the chapel all stand and clap, cheering loudly. You can’t help but smile against her lips.

Once you both pulled away you felt like brand new people. The world seemed to be just a bit brighter and more beautiful. The two of you walked down the aisle hand in hand as the people around you continued to clap. Once you were out in the hallway you pulled her body against yours, kissing her tenderly again. She held you firmly as you both molded to one another. “Why thank you Mrs. Romanoff.”

“No thank you Mrs. Romanoff.” You reply, loving the way your new name sounds in her mouth. The two of you had decided a long time ago that you would take her last name and you were so glad that you had when the words came out of her mouth.

“I love you so much my love.” She caressed a hand down your cheek.

“I love you too baby.” You replied, closing your eyes as she touched you gently. It was all you could do not to cry at the feel of her. This was the beginning of your forever and you couldn’t wait to enjoy every second of married life with your gorgeous new wife.

You both moved for the doors, heading outside to the car so you could drive to the reception venue. The ride was short and you both clung onto each other the whole way there. Everyone else started to file in shortly after the two of you as you both sat at the head table. You smiled and greeted all of your guests as they shuffled inside and found their seats which were positioned around the dance floor.

Everything at the reception went wonderfully. It began with a slow dance between you and your wife. The music had come on over the speakers as the two of you moved for the dance floor. The lights were already dimmed as you held each other close, spinning around the floor effortlessly. The feel of her body against your own warmed your entire being as you slid your hand across her waist while you danced. When the song ended the two of you stayed locked there for a while, foreheads pressed against each other’s while the guests clapped.

After that everything erupted into magnificent chaos. The DJ started up the party track and guests began making their way for the dance floor. Soon enough there was practically no one still sitting, including you and Natasha. You mingled around the floor as you greeted your friends and family. You watched with a laugh as your side of the guests became awestruck at the sight of the Avengers on the dance floor with them. Practically everyone came up to the two of you to offer their congratulations and you both received them with grace and a smile. All the while you two never left each other’s side.

As the night finally began to wind down you and Natasha readied yourselves to head off for the honeymoon. Thanks to Director Fury, her boss, you had been given a free trip to Rome. While Natasha’s job was dangerous, it sometimes had its perks. The guests all formed a line down the sidewalk to watch the two of you depart, waving and saying their goodbyes plus their final congratulations until you were both loaded up into the car and driving for the airport.

“I can’t wait to take you away from all this craziness. To be alone with you. To get a chance to travel for something other than work.” She says the last line jokingly. “But mostly I’m looking forward to sharing a bed with my new wife.” You blushed as she said this, conjuring images in your mind of the steamy nights to come.

“I can’t wait either, my darling wife.” You pulled her in for another tender kiss before snuggling into her side, watching the world whiz by as you settled into the idea of your new life with Natasha.

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insxghtt · 1 year

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together — bella ramsey x latina!reader

You knew that no matter what, they would always be there for you.

warnings: anxiety, panic attack, xenophobia, hurt/comfort, i used they/them pronouns for bella

this was based on these requests: "omg pls write a bella blurb or somethin about reader and her being a couple and then bella has to help the reader through a panic attack. I just feel like they would be so helpful and kind and caring" / "reader’s first time going to an event with bella and they get overwhelmed. comfort ensues!!" and also the fact that i needed something with latina!reader. english is not my first language.

You played Dina on the second season of The Last of Us and that was how you met your girlfriend, Bella. With this job, many opportunities showed up and you were grateful for that, but being a public figure was difficult sometimes.

You were never ashamed of who you were. You knew you had an accent, for example, and you were proud of it. It never stopped you from doing your job. Playing Dina, you had to work on it to make it disappear, of course, just like Bella did too. That was the thing, Bella’s accent never seemed to bother anyone, but just because you were latina, people were hating on you a lot.

The second season was yet to be released and, honestly, the last few months were a nightmare. People saw your interviews and realized you were not American. The public was being so mean, telling you that you would ruin the character with your accent and that you didn’t look like Dina from the game.

Bella was always there for you. They tried to make you feel better, saying that people did the same thing to them and that it would stop when the public realized that you did an incredible job. You did your best to listen to her, but your anxiety was killing you.

When the premiere finally arrived, you were very hesitant to show up. You knew you had to go, Craig told you how important it was, but the anxiety was so big that you felt like your heart was going to explode. So, Bella showed up at your house and helped you get ready. He held your hand while they did your makeup and helped you pick your outfit. The way Bella acted made you forget about all the hate and gave you the confidence you needed.

You and Bella arrived together and they were not ashamed of holding your hand the entire time. Your relationship was not public yet, but it wasn’t like the two of you were trying to hide anything. You just never had the chance to confirm it, especially because you were avoiding giving interviews because of your mental health.

It was not what you expected. People were being kind, actually, so as the time went by and after a few drinks, you were finally feeling confident enough to give some interviews. Bella was next to you as always and the interviewer seemed to be a nice person.

“So, you’re playing Dina”, she started. “I believe this is the biggest project you’ve ever been in, isn’t it?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“How was it? You know, working with these huge people. Were you nervous?”

“I was, the first day I was so scared”, you laughed and turned to Bella. “Do you remember?”

“Oh, yeah, I was the first person to talk to you, I guess”, they said and you nodded. “You were blushing all the time.”

“I hope I'm not crossing any lines here by asking this, but there’s rumors saying that you two are, like…”

“Dating?”, you completed the sentence and she agreed.

“Well, can you blame me for falling in love? Look at her”, Bella said and pointed at you. “She’s irresistible.”

“Oh, shut up!”, you laughed.

“You guys are so cute!”, the interviewer said. “But, back to Dina…”

As she was speaking, one voice in the middle of the crowd yelled your name.

“Go back to your country!”, he yelled.

Suddenly, everything around you just disappeared. It was getting hard to breathe, you were feeling dizzy and sick and your heart was beating so fast that you felt like it would come out of your chest at any moment. A security guard walked the man out of the event and Bella was the first one to realize your reaction.

Bella grabbed your hand and said something to the interviewer that you simply did not hear. They guided you to the bathroom and helped you sit on the sink. Every second that passed, the harder it got for you to breathe, so Bella stood in front of you and grabbed your hands. They put one of your hands on your stomach and the other one on theirs.

“Breathe with me, okay?”, they said calmly.

Bella breathed in and out, counting to six with you. They made sure that you were feeling their breathing while they looked directly into your eyes each time. Slowly, your breath started to go back to normal and your heart stopped beating so fast. You were feeling more calm, but soon the shame hit you and tears formed in the corner of your eyes.

“It’s okay”, Bella whispered, holding your face.

“Did they see it?”, maybe it was stupid, but you didn’t want the public to know about that fragile moment.

“No, you did very well.”

You nodded and hugged their waist, opening your legs so they could get closer to you. They wrapped you around their arms and you closed your eyes, the smell of their perfume felt like home..

“Fuck”, you whispered, hiding your face in the curve of their neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hey”, they pulled away to look at you and held your cheeks. “I’m so proud of you. You could’ve given up and stayed at home today, but you’re here.”

“Stop…”

“No, it’s the truth. That guy was just a racist, xenophobic son of a bitch.”

“I know”.

“And you are the most beautiful, strong, talented woman I’ve ever met. Don’t let someone like him ruin your night.”

You smiled watching how Bella’s eyes shined when they talked about you.

“Do you feel like you can stay? If you want to, I’ll take you home and we can watch a movie.”

“I don’t know. What if I stay and it happens again?”, you asked.

“If it happens again, I’ll be here with you again and we will get through it again. Together.”

Bella gave you a kiss on the lips. You felt like the luckiest person on the planet because you knew that those words were true. It made you feel safe. So, you touched their hair and watched as they closed their eyes, enjoying your touch.

“Okay, let’s go give some interviews then”, you whispered.

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actual-changeling · 3 months

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Hello! I don’t disagree with anything from your post about how Aziraphale emotionally manipulated Crowley during the final fifteen. I just have a few questions on your opinion on the whole situation regarding Aziraphale.

I do agree that he may have said some of the sentences at the end of the intentionally to try and get Crowley to come back with him, and undermines Crowley with some of it as well, But I think that some of what he says at the beginning of what you were looking at come from a place of what he truly does want for both of them. The ‘I need you’ and ‘we can be together’ I have always felt are completely genuine, and coming from a place of want/fear. Do you think that these were said to try and manipulate Crowley at an unconscious level, or from a place of want and/or fear? To repeat, I don’t want to come off mean at all, I don’t disagree with anything you’ve said previously, and I do agree that the words that I mentioned were a part of the emotional manipulation. I’m sorry if you mentioned the answer to this before! Have a good rest of your day!

You're all good, don't worry!

Do you think that these were said to try and manipulate Crowley at an unconscious level, or from a place of want and/or fear?

The fun part is that we don't have to choose one or the other because it can be—and in my opinion is—both.

Aziraphale very much does need Crowley, he has been using him as his crutch in dangerous situations since the very beginning. Everything that he tells him during their argument is something he truly believes in one way or another, but he isn't blindly following his thoughts and opinions. He knows that many parts of his moral ideology are hurtful towards Crowley or factually incorrect, but he clings to them regardless because it's the most comfortable position for him to be in.

This puts him in a position where he can choose what he wants to say and how he wants to say it. Since he wants to manipulate Crowley into returning to heaven with him, he voices emotions and thoughts he'd otherwise keep quiet.

I need you—he does need him, but the fact that he is choosing to say it in this specific moment in that specific tone is a clear attempt at manipulation. Aziraphale KNOWS Crowley is a nervous wreck when it comes to his safety, so that is where he tries to get hm. Make him scared enough for Aziraphale's well-being and he will tear himself to pieces to save him; it has worked in the past, and he expects it to work now.

When it doesn't, he resorts to "I don't think you understand what I'm offering you" and then to silent treatment & emotional rejection.

If you are incredibly familiar with another person, you know their weak points and buttons and how to exploit & press them. For example, let's say you're having an argument with a friend or partner and you know you made a mistake and are in the wrong.

However, you feel ashamed and embarrassed, you get defensive and know that if you were to openly express how bad you are feeling right now, they would try to appease you instead because that's one of their weaknesses; whenever someone else is upset, they prioritize them over themselves.

So what do you do?

Telling them that you feel bad would be the truth and you do want their comfort, but would it be fair?´Would it show respect for who they are and the relationship you have with them? Or are you going to actively emotionally manipulate them because you can and are uncomfortable?

Aziraphale voicing all of those sentiments is disrespecting Crowley and their relationship because he is 100% aware of the impact. It is not nice, it's not fair, it's mean and unkind, it borders on cruel.

Sometimes you have to swallow your emotions and discomfort and be emotionally mature. Sometimes you are simply in the wrong and "compromising" means growing the fuck up and taking responsibility for you mistakes. You can always deal with your shit later once everything has calmed down instead of putting your comfort above your friend's well-being.

I hope this answered your question, feel free to ask for clarification if needed; have a good day!

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gridgirldrabbles · 1 year

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If it's okay, may I ask for second part to max trying to get you pregnant? Maybe she tells him she's pregnant and nine months later he gets all emotional holding his baby girl. He's very much a girl dad and you can't convince me otherwise.

it surprised you how quick and easy it was for you to fall pregnant, but looking back on how persistent max was it’s almost surprising that it took almost 3 months

you’d known for two days before you had told him, you knew he’d been waiting for this moment for a while so it needed to be perfect

that led to you ordering a tiny red bull onesie with ‘baby verstappen’ written across the back in white writing

max was nervous when you said that you needed to talk to him. you’d been acting kind of strange the past few days and he was beginning to worry that something was wrong

you could see the confusion on his features when you handed him the tiny gift bag, a small smile on your face as you waited for him to open it

as soon as he unravelled the onesie he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes and his throat getting tighter as he tried to hold himself together, ‘is this for real?’

all you could do was nod, your own emotions getting the better of you as you choked back a happy sob and max wrapped you up in his arms, the pair of you crying together about the little bundle of joy you’d have in your arms soon

throughout your entire pregnancy max was incredibly protective of you

shielding you from cameras when you accompanied him to races

always putting you in a spot in the garage where he could he see

running straight up to you after every race to ask if you were okay, whether he’d won or not

as you bump grew, you could see max becoming a father before your eyes

after every race weekend he would come back with bags full of stuff for the baby, your shared apartment becoming cluttered from all the stuff

max cried like a baby when he found out you were having a little girl

forever referring to your bump as ‘his little angel’

when your water broke it was the middle of the night, you woke up to the clenching feeling in your stomach and noticed the bedding was wet

as you tried to shake max awake he just rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, exhausted as ever from racing only three days before

‘max I’m going into labour’ ‘just five more minutes honey’…and then he processed what you’d said

as soon as he realised what was happening he knew exactly what to do

he helped you change into your comfiest clothes while grabbing the hospital bag you’d had prepared for weeks

he made sure you were buckled into the car while driving as fast (and safely) as he could to the hospital

the labour was quick and relatively easy which both of you were extremely thankful for

max would never tell you but seeing you in so much pain had scared him more than anything else had in the past

but as soon as he held your baby girl in his arms everything was okay

you cried together, your hearts bursting with so much love for the tiny bundle of joy

neither of you could take your eyes off of her, she was perfect

having seen many photos from when max was a baby, you could tell that she was going to be a clone of him

max couldn’t stop staring at her, he’d always wondered if he would be a good father (it wasn’t like he’d had great experiences with his own), but as soon as he saw your daughter he knew he would do everything and anything to make her happy

#mv1 #max verstappen drabble #max verstappen imagine #f1 drabble #f1 imagine #formula 1 drabble #formula 1 imagine

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coralinnii · 2 years

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TWST characters as things my preschool students have done and/or said

feat: Heartsabyul dorm

genre: comedy

note: I will not reveal the children’s identities or information for privacy law reasons

Riddle is the kid you would never have a problem with. An overachiever already and you couldn’t tell whether you were proud or nervous because you couldn’t tell if he was having fun at school. Then, just when you thought he would never let himself be vulnerable, he had a strong-feelings moment over lunch, when he accidentally dropped the tin with his dessert after diligently finishing everything in his lunchbox. You were caught between consoling him and stopping him from legitimately trying to eat his strawberries off the floor.

Riddle, crying: my strawberry…

Teacher!You: Sweetie, nooo… we can’t eat anything that was on the floor, that’s our rule.

Riddle, still crying: hic…but…my strawberry…

Teacher!You, internally: now I’m going to cry! T_T

Trey is always, always trying to feed you with whatever he made in the play kitchen area. He especially has a preference for “making” sweets (weird coincidence). He would come to you and it doesn’t matter if you were working on your child reports or helping another child, he would push a plate of whatever cake (an actual ‘whatever’ cake where he uses a random toy as a cake) and tell you to eat more (is he my mom?)

Trey: Teacher, I made this for you!

Teacher!You: Oh, thank you! What is it?

Trey: A pizza cake!

Teacher!You: O-oh, sound’s great!

Trey: It’s sweet!

Teacher!You: Aahh…g-great!

Trey: EAT IT!

Cater knows every popular kid friendly movie and music that just came out and has the cutest outfits and accessories of said popular movie. Is the youngest in the family so he’s babied a lot which he is starting to not like. Hilariously has a toy phone to call and take selfies. He’s such a sweet kid but he makes you feel so old and outdated.

Cater: Teacher, did you watch [hottest kid friendly movie]?

Teacher!You: Oh, not yet

Cater: Oh…that’s kinda lame. Everyone has.

Teacher!You: … :I

Ace is a brat. That’s it.

Ok, he’s the child that will try to find a way to finish his homework or task so he could have fun and mess around in class. Incredibly stubborn and thinks he’s really sneaky with his schemes but he ain’t being smooth when he’s just hovering around pretending to help clean up his play space. You are literally watching him not do it!

Ace: Teacher, why is that play space closed??

Teacher!You: Oh, it’s still messy because the last person didn’t clean up before we left to the playground

Ace: Wasn’t me!

Teacher!You: …

Ace: …

Teacher!You: Well, if someone cleans it up quickly, we might still have time to play.

Deuce gets so misunderstood. He’s stronger than the other students and he can be clumsy so some of the kids are scared to let him hold anything fragile. He’s such a sweetheart and he’s trying so hard to learn how to control his growing strength. However, he’s not afraid to fight (not physically!) for what he wants and he’s ready to defend anyone he deems in need to protect for example, the infants that sometimes drop by the playground for a stroller walk.

Deuce: We have to be careful, babies are small!

Teacher!You: Deuce, would you like to help push the stroller?

Deuce: Really? Yes, please!

All the teachers internally: Squeee, so cute!

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hello,

Hope you have been doing well! I love your work and always look forward to reading your new stuff 💕

I was wondering if you could do some HC for the Bad Batch and possibly Rex about having a partner from a traditional family whose culture includes asking for blessings for marriage?

Aloha! Thank you, I hope you'll keep looking forward to reading my stuff 😊

Interesting Question! Let me see...

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - The Blessing

Mainly Fluff/Maybe Some Eye Rolling (Crosshair)

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Hunter

Basically, he has no problem with traditions as long as they don't harm anyone in any way. Asking your family for your hand in marriage, apart from being totally nervous, is not a problem.

Hunter has been preparing for this for a while, and his demeanor in front of your family is confident. He makes a good impression, polite, decent, dapper with just the right touch of modesty to make your family gush.

Now, your family may not be too keen on tattoos, or soldiers, or clones in general, but Hunter has a calm, collected as well as winning manner about him that will put most doubts to rest.

"I promise I will always take good care of them, and treat them with respect. I love them, with all my heart"

He has an engaging, calm manner about him that will probably go over well with your family. He comes across as conscientious, honest and decent. Hunter is the type of man who comes across as the perfect son-in-law and provider on such occasions, even though his appearance may be deceiving at first.

Hunter wants to make you happy and this intention, this desire is outwardly apparent on him, another point that makes him likeable in the eyes of your family.

Echo

Nervous doesn't even begin to describe it. Even though he knows that you both love each other very much, and basically he needs nothing more than that, but since in your culture the blessing of the family is very important, and he wants to show respect towards you, that includes your traditions and your family.

"I know I probably seem more like half a man," he says with a shy little smile, raising his Scomp link arm slightly in the air, "But my heart is still mine, and it beats solely for them, at full strength."

Echo is smart, humble, decent and sweet. His nervousness may be quite visible at one moment or another, but he is a good man, soldier and partner, that is also clearly evident in him.

The first meeting with your family may be a little bumpy, but eventually he emerges from it triumphant.

His kind, good-hearted nature is well received. His sense of justice and his ability to be modest and yet show backbone are convincing.

No matter how nervous he may be, he has good cards.

Wrecker

He is generally curious and open to you and everything around you, so he is also interested in your culture and traditions. Wrecker may be a bit nervous, but he has a healthy, unobtrusive self-confidence that gives him the right demeanor for the job.

Apart from his imposing appearance, his warm, sincere nature sweeps your family away. He finds it quite easy to dispel all doubts and convince everyone present of his qualities.

"Don't worry, I will always treat them very well, take good care of them and always protect them".

No one doubts that he can do all that. He is the center of attention and handles it confidently, making people laugh and feel safe. He has the talent to scare people around him if he has to, but he can also be incredibly appealing, sympathetic and pleasant, someone you feel comfortable with. Wrecker has things under control.

Tech

Yes, he is nervous, but he hides it quite well. Of course, he has prepared extensively, learned everything there is to learn about your culture, thought of good topics of conversation and got decent clothes in which he looks less like a soldier and more like a decent courter of your favor and that of your family, which he basically is.

A thirst for knowledge, curiosity and respect for you and your culture make the whole thing an interesting task for him to dedicate himself to, albeit with some nervousness.

Tech does well, even if his matter-of-fact nature initially causes minor stumbles in conversation. He is open, honest and has the best intentions, these are the qualities he carries in front of him, and he knows how to convince with them.

"I always will affectionately and to the best of my ability, care for them, in every way that they allow."

Crosshair

Oh boy....

"What's the point? I love you, and you love me, I don't need more than your permission".

At first, Crosshair resists, partly because he doesn't want to see anyone outside your relationship deciding about it. But a certain nervousness also plays a role, he is afraid of rejection, of what negative impact a failure on his part in front of your family could have on your relationship.

It takes a while, but he finally gives in. Crosshair pulls himself together, learns a lot about your culture with Tech's help, and dresses up accordingly. Dressed in his best suit and mannerisms, he introduces himself to your family. He's not really very talkative, but for this particular moment, he jumps over his own shadow. He is quieter, less talkative than the rest of his brothers are in this situation, but he is very respectful and polite.

"They will always be safe with me, cared for and loved. I hope you will consider agreeing to our union."

It bothers him a lot to have to ask permission, but he swallows his pride for your sake, at least for this moment.

Crosshair will not give up on the relationship even if your family resists him, but he keeps that fact to himself when talking to your family, at least for now. However, the likelihood of family approval is quite high, thanks to his ability to adapt, albeit reluctantly. This is important to him, even if he won't admit it directly.

Rex

He is sincere, decent and full of a sense of honor. Of course, he meets this challenge without grumbling and with full commitment, just as he devotes himself to everything else. Stately, with good manners and the best intentions, Rex introduces himself to your family and proposes his intentions towards you.

Rex is the perfect son-in-law, good manners, decent, handsome, intelligent and respectful. He has an incredibly winning manner, and he goes the extra mile, after all this is about your family and your future together.

It's unlikely that your family won't like him, clone or not, Rex is a great guy in every way and that he takes good care of you is obvious. You could hardly be in better hands.

Rex also has great respect for your culture and likes to learn all about it, adapting as best he can, another point that endears him to your family.

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Yeosang SFW Alphabet

Yeosang x Gn!reader

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

he’s quite affectionate but only in private, prefers to do subtle skin ship in public

has a soft spot for linking pinkies

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

WHEN I TELL YOU HE IS SO FUNNY

constantly tries to get you to laugh

he’s also incredibly blunt, which makes him one of the best people to go to for advice

I also don’t see Yeo dating someone he wasn’t previously friends with before

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he likes to cuddle but typically only before bed or during a movie

he likes when you rest against his shoulder or on his arm

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yeosang is a homebody, it’s part of his more introverted nature

he wants to settle down but would want to wait awhile

but he isn’t the best at cooking and cleaning and would need some coaching we all saw how he cooked that egg

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I could see Yeosang wanting to avoid having this conversation for so long

he might even ghost you because he doesn’t want to make you upset or angry

which i’m turn just makes you even more upset

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think commitment scares him a bit so it might take awhile for him to pop the question

don’t doubt he doesn’t want to be with you for a long time but the married title does scare him a bit

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

definitely more gentle physically then emotionally

he has a pretty blunt sense of humor and sometimes things can be interpreted differently than they originally meant too

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

loves hugs! i think sometimes he gets nervous initiating skin ship and would appreciate a partner that could read him well

someone who would be able to tell when he wants a hug without outright saying it

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

again titles and commitment scare him a bit, he isn’t going to move very quickly and would need a partner that would go slow with him

he definitely shows he loves you through actions before he says it out loud

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Yeosang isn’t really the jealous type, and if he does happen to get jealous he’ll get a bit sulky before ever getting angry

he understands you aren’t intentionally making him jealous and that it’s his own issue

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

kisses with yeosang and sweet and meaningful, he puts a lot of emotion into his actions and kisses are no exception

he likes to kiss your hands a lot, especially when you’re in public

he also loves when you kiss his collar bones

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Yeo thinks kids are cute, but he tends to be a bit awkward around them

he doesn’t quite know how to act around children but he tries his best

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings are typically quiet

he likes to stay with you in bed for as long as possible before getting up to do his workout

would love if you went to work out with him

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

nights are typically also pretty quiet, he likes to curl up into bed with you

maybe watch a movie or show to wind down

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would definitely take awhile, and he would probably talk to one of the members for advice before opening up to you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

extremely patient with you, he does really well at managing his anger and is incredibly mature

he does a good job at talking to you during fights rather than getting angry

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

definitely forgetful of some thing’s, he is good at remembering the big stuff like anniversaries and birthdays

But some of the small details will be harder for him

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One of his favorite memories was the day he first introduced you to the members, he was super nervous about how they may perceive you but was extremely grateful that you were welcomed with open arms

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Yeo is quite protective of you but shows it in smaller ways

always walks on the busy side of the road and guides you through crowds

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

loves to put in the effort on special occasions but on normal days there isn’t much too it

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

commitment is a hard thing for yeosang, he would need to be completely sure about his partner before moving to the next step

this may cause some doubts in your relationship, the two of you could be going at different paces and insecurities could arise

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s very concerned in the beginning but as time passes his attitude towards his own looks loosens up a bit

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Honestly no, Yeosang loves you but he wouldn’t feel incomplete without you

He misses you a ton but your absence don’t change how he goes about his day

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Yeosang loves to get you flowers and anytime he gets you a new bouquet he’ll always take one flower from it to keep, so he can tell when they start to wilt

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don’t think he would want to date someone who doesn’t have good hygiene and someone who doesn’t take care of themselves

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t like to cuddle while he’s sleeping, you guy’s typically have a reserved cuddle time before actually going to bed

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