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The Love Lab presents:
Boyfriend is to Husband
pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader
summary: How would Miguel react if you did the “calling my bf my husband” trend? 🤔
content warning: It gets a little suggestive, but other than that, it’s fluff fluff fluff. There are short mentions of food, but nothing too crazy. The Miguel in here is also not Spiderman. Just a little guy.
credit for art and dividers: Me! and @kimjiho1 (plus another person for the gif divider, if this is yours, lmk!)
a/n: This will be apart of a series called The Trendy Couple! This is the first installment ☝🏾😌. I’m not sure how long the series will be, but right now it’s just based off of cute couple's trends. My fyp has suffered trying to do research for this…
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I use the word "buggy" in here. Buggy = shopping cart or trolley. I'm southern so buggy just rolls off the tongue. ❤︎ Plus, it sounds cute!
You and Miguel have been out since 8 am running errands and grabbing supplies to fill up the new apartment.
After a year of your dresser being full of his sweatpants and hoodies and his furniture hosting several of your blankets, his fridge being stocked of your favorite fruits and your shower caddy holding his body care, you both decided it was best to live together.
Towel sets, bed sheets, comforters, silverware, curtains. This was only the tip of what you and Miguel had managed to stuff inside the car.
After hitting five shops just that morning, you opted to stay in the car while Miguel went and handled a pickup order from the hardware store. It was getting closer to lunchtime and you didn’t want to become irritable because of the long lines.
To pass the time, you decided to scroll on TikTok, watching video after video, reacting to each accordingly.
First, it was chatty kitties begging for food. Then, it was edits of hot wrestlers. Next, it was ramen recipes to cook at 2am. There were even a couple of NPC lives even though the trend was nearly dying at this point.
Finally, you scrolled to a video hosting a girl and her boyfriend huddled together in a car over the console.
She’s leaned up against him, her smile beaming, “Today I’m going to be guessing my husband’s favorite things!”
“I’m not your husband,” are the words that shoot from her boyfriend’s mouth, fast as lightning. Cold. Unkind. Callous.
You watch as the girl’s smile drops and the video cuts, her laughing out of shock beforehand, evidence of her trying to stamp out her embarrassment.
You watch more as his grin widens and she gives him this awkward glance.
“Not yet,” he adds, seeing how quiet she was.
The video ends with her jumping at him playfully, trying to play the situation of.
“Jesus,” you sigh, mouth turned sideways as you pause the video and open up the comments. Thousands of people were telling her to dump him, others questioning why he would say what he said in the way that he did.
Your heart went out to the girl who clearly wanted to do a harmless joke that completely backfired.
You liked a comment about this being a possible red flag. Although he could have responded that way because he wasn’t ready for marriage, his response was so quick and distant that it was like he was disgusted at the possibility of being with her that long.
After working yourself up by scrolling through the comments, you decide to go even further by pressing the “calling my boyfriend ‘husband’” search at the top.
There were so many stitches to the original video with people giving their own thoughts about the situation. Some people were proclaimed dating coaches, others psychologists, and a few influencers.
You even see a follow up video from the original couple with the guy giving a shitty excuse as to why he was so quick in his response.
“Yeah right,” you mumble, watching the girl snicker at her boyfriend’s pouts. You agree with the comments that his response makes the original video even worse.
Still scrolling down, you find another video featuring a new couple.
They’re at a table eating donut holes out of a hat, and when the girl calls her boyfriend “husband”, the guy’s entire body lights up. He’s grinning, cheeks rosy, and can’t stop staring back at his girlfriend.
From there, you were able to see countless other couples with cute videos, all of the guys radiating at the word “husband.”
Biting your lip, you wondered how Miguel would react if you called him your husband.
You loved him with all of your heart and you were sure that he loved you. You guys are literally moving into an apartment together. But the thought of him being unsettled by you calling him your husband weighed on you.
Just as you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a knock near the trunk of the car startling you. Looking up in the rearview mirror, you see Miguel standing with a few bags and wood planks in his hands. You reach over and press a button to pop open the trunk.
“Got everything?” you ask, turning to watch as he drops items in the back.
“Yeah, I think so. Although there was almost a brawl over some potted plants,” he said. “Some older lady just came up to this guy and snatched his monsteras.”
“What?” you respond, watching as he closed the trunk and walked around to the driver's seat. “Out of his hands or the buggy?”
Miguel laughed, both recalling the scene and finding your terms adorable. “She just came up and snatched it out of the cart while he was waiting at the end of the line. She swore that she saw it first.”
You listened to him retell the story, hand under your chin as you leaned closer. He was cute, lilt in his voice to make an impression of the plant thief. Thinking to yourself that you liked this little moment of playfulness, you take your phone out to record.
Placing your phone in a case attached to the dashboard, you smile at the camera while Miguel’s still going.
“‘You youngins think the world owes you everything, and that’s just not the case!’ And the poor guy is standing there going ‘ma’am, I just want my plant back.’ He looked so distressed.”
“I would be too! A random lady just shopped from my buggy. It’s like, why are you this close to me to see what I’m trying to buy?”
Miguel turns the car on and buckles up. “It started to escalate when the lady’s friend came over. Then there were two shrill voices fussing at this guy.”
He started to back the car out of the parking spot, hand behind your seat and head turned towards the back window.
You slowly glanced at his arm, eyes tracing a vein up his shirt.
Too bad you were in a car right now or else you’d let his arm wrap around you elsewhere.
You tune back into his words, silently scolding yourself for letting something so simple get you to fold.
“Luckily, I was able to calm them both down. All it took was me showing them some dasheen leaves,” he said, driving the car closer to the exit of the parking lot.
You came to a conclusion. There was no better time than the present.
“Aw, look at my husband. Saving the day with his genius,” you say, hand reaching out to pat his chest.
Then you feel your body jerk to the right. The seat belt tightens as the car jerkingly swerves in between two parking spaces.
You stare in a panic at Miguel who puts the car in park and turns his entire body towards you.
“What did you just call me?” he asks, eyes searching yours, a little startled but mostly hopeful.
You decide to keep the charades going, “I was just praising my husband for stopping the creation of another Karen video. Why did you turn the car like that?” You’re still looking at him as if he has two heads.
“You just-!” Miguel takes your hands into his and places his forehead on his fists. “Baby, you know what you just said.”
You laugh, a little giddy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Miguel leans back against his seat and closes his eyes, reaching down to take his seatbelt off. His eyebrows scrunch up as he brings your hand to his chest, “Feel my heartbeat.”
Your mouth drops as you feel his heart rattling against his chest. He really wasn’t being dramatic.
“Baby look at me,” you grab his hands and hold them tight. “You did a good job today.”
His breath stopped, as he looked at you. His face was tinted from the whole fiasco.
“Husband.”
Miguel’s entire body slumped as he grinned wide. He nearly jumped over the console to sag his body onto yours.
His shoulders were shaking and you heard his laugh muffled by your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and make a face at the camera.
“What’s up, Mig?” you say, trying to get him to talk.
He mumbled into your clothes, shoulders still shaking.
“I can’t hear you, you gotta sit up.”
He sits up and sniffles, turning his head toward the backseat.
Looking at his profile you can see a few streaks down his face.
“Are you crying?” you ask, turning his face towards yours.
Miguel swipes his wrist across his cheeks, “Stop, this is extremely embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not! I promise it’s not,” you say, rubbing your thumb across his ear. “Talk to me.”
He chuckled, eyes looking down, “It just feels really good to know that you think of me that way. We don’t have to ever cross that line, but one day, if you would like, we can make that title true.”
“Is this a pre-proposal?” you ask, heartbeat in your ears. You went out on a limb to follow a trend, not knowing how it would end. Now you’re staring at Miguel’s flushed face with his heart pouring out into your lap.
“Maybe,” he whispered, grabbing your hands. “Possibly a promise for what could be.”
You bite your lip to hold back a grin, “Can I know what could be right now?”
“And expose my plans? Not a chance,” Miguel smirked. “Besides, a husband knows what’s best for his partner, right?”
“He does,” you quip, rubbing your hand in a circle on his chest. “He also apparently forgets that SUVs can flip very easily.”
“Lo siento, mi amor,” he says, looking sheepishly at the placement of the car. “Did I startle you?”
You just giggle at his concern and give him a quick peck on the mouth. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that big of a reaction.”
“How would you react if I casually called you forever mine? While driving!”
“Go 90 in a 70,” you joke. “Maybe pull over and do a little more than make out.” You rub your hand down his chest, and squeeze playfully at his pec.
Miguel stared back at you, body instantly reacting to the shift in conversation. “We can actually do that right now.”
He leaned forward and brought your lips to his. You could taste the mint from the gum he had earlier, humming when he pushed further into your mouth.
He started to reach for your hips, ready to pull you over onto his lap.
Your stomach let out a loud grumble, making you jump.
“Ok, let’s try this again after we get you some food,” Miguel says, plastering kisses on your face.
The day moves on smoothly with Miguel not letting you out of his sight, hands itching to hold you in some way.
He also never lets the husband thing go.
As you’re ordering lunch, “One lemonade for my baby. And a water with lemon for me, the husband.”
As you stop in a clothing store at the mall for a small break, “These say boyfriend jeans. Do they have any husband jeans?”
As you’re trying to reach the top shelf to grab the last of your favorite detergent, “No, cariño. Let your husband get it for you.”
As you’re looking for throw pillows and towel sets for the apartment, “You think they have a couple’s set? I want something that says ‘Mr.’ on it.”
As you stop at a gift store, looking for something extra to give to the movers, “Look, this shirt says it’s made of ‘hubby material.’ Should I get it?”
This feeling is only amplified when you post his initial reaction online. The comments were full of people yearning to be in your predicament.
“If my boyfriend doesn’t crash the car when I call him husband, THROW HIM AWAY. 😒”
“Does he have a brother….asking for a friend”
“I needed this after the “I’m not your husband” he in LOVE”
“If your bf doesn’t cry at the thought of you, what are you doing”
“He was blushing HARRRRD 😭😭😭”
“So when’s the wedding? 🤨”
“He was literally cheesing and crying omg”
“Get you a man that stops the car to declare his love”
“What if I did a five mile marathon on i-55”
“He’s so in love with you that it’s palpable”
“He was ready do a lot more than make out 😭”
Miguel saw most things, a little embarrassed but mostly happy that so many people found him to be genuine.
You laid on his shoulder as he checked the comments, liking the funny ones as they passed by.
“Do you want to make a response video?” you say, liking a comment going ‘he’s a good man, Savannah.’
“No, I think this is enough,” he replies, handing the phone back to you. “Let me keep a little mystery. At least until I actually propose, of course.”
You looked at him with stars in your eyes.
“A mysterious husband. I kind of like the sound of that,” you say, wrapping your body around his side. “Maybe I can be nosy, find out his secrets.”
“I bet you would, cariño,” he voiced, nuzzling his chin on top of your head. “After, everything is planned and done.”
You laughed and snuggled closer, happy to be with him.
Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading! ❣️
Any likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated and welcomed.
I'm excited for the future of this series and I hope you guys are too. When I finish the series masterlist, I'll link it here. If you guys have any trends that you want me to include, then just let me know and I'll see what I can do!
- Lauro ♡
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hey can I request a shy!miguel like where he stutter at reader tease. (College Au,Miguel is in the popular group but doesn’t know sex as much as reader or doesn’t know anything at all.and reader who is an ‘everyone know person’ in school )
sub/(dom???)shy!miguel x dom/tease!fem!reader. in this case can reader be a teased that teach Miguel about sex ? tease him for being hard for the easiest thing such as pornography moan, tease him for wacthing porn? Which makes him more difficult for him to stop stutter sometimes.(and that with only with her 🤭) but of course reader is a sweetie heart and teaches him one or two (an handjob or blowjob) about to masturbating which get him even more hard then he is. 🤭 (and Miguel a secret a Virgin 😌😍 a whiny horny one)
Awe, so cute! Okay, I hope I can get this one done right! Let's give it a go~
Warning: Minors DNI, semi-smut, jk smut, cockwarming, teasing, porn watching, blow job, handjob
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It all just happened to fast. You had enrolled in college and somehow ended just tutoring some people here and there, until you suddenly became the, "The Go To". Everyone went to you for any kind of information, whether or not you knew the topic.
It could be about college programs, classes, cooking, sewing, anything. Everyone went to you for anything. Thankfully, you studied a lot and watched plenty of videos. But nothing could have prepared you for your newest question.
"S-Sorry to bother you," Miguel started off.
Your jaw nearly dropped the moment you opened your dorm room to the giant. Miguel was known as the hottest guy in school. He was so quiet and mysterious that every girl on campus wanted to know him. So, the fact that he was standing in front of your door, stuttering, was coming as a big surprise to you.
"I...I hope this isn't out of your...range." He looked around, "I-I heard that...that you knew everything." His voice got lower. Again, your jaw nearly dropped,
"I mean, I can totally try and answer whatever questions you got. Come in, come in."
Your mind was racing. Miguel O'Hara was in your dorm room. Thank the lords that you had no roommate. You had alone time with the hottest guy in school!
"What...What can you t-tell me about...s-sex?"
YOUWEREREADYTODROPYOURPANTIES-
"Ah, um, just like in general or-?" You watched his body language.
You furrowed your brows slightly as you watched Miguel try to come up with a sentence. Was he shy? You felt yourself nearly take a step back. The man of everyone's dreams was shy and inexperienced with sex. Well, so were you. All you did was watch porn.
"General." Miguel whispered.
"Well, I think my best friend the porn websites can do a much, much better job at that. Have you watched porn?"
God, this was so embarassing.
"N-No."
God, he was so innocent.
"Alright, um, let me give you a list. Or how about I-" You were clearly in the wrong headspace as you opened your laptop and went to your favorite porn site, "Anything in particular you're interested in watching?"
"Ah-"
Miguel could feel his heart rise to this throat. He watched as your eyes observed him. This was not something he was prepared for. Not with you especially. Miguel had a crush on you since you shared a class last semester. He knew that you knew everything, but it took him a lot of courage to come to you with this.
And now, he was getting hard by just seeing boobs on your laptop and you staring at his bulge. This was a huge mistake!
"I-I'm s-sorry!" He panicked. You immediately stopped him,
"You can't leave like that."
Lord, you really were getting in over your head. The moment you saw Miguel's erection, you felt your own heart race. You knew that he was not going to make the first move, so you had to play the bigger person. He came to you with questions!
"It's normal. Well, sort of." You sat him down, holding his shoulders, "It's kind of cute how easy you got hard. You need to work on that."
"H-How?"
"Watch some porn. Get used to the fake moans and masterbate."
"I...I don't really-"
Oh my god, this man was just being given to you. You swore you had to wipe a tear from your eyes as you tainted this pure soul.
"I, um, I'm not...This will be a first, but I've seen this done...in videos." You whispered the last part and undid his pants, "I'm going to show you how to touch yourself."
"(Y-Y/n)!" Miguel gasped as his dick sprung out. You're jaw nearly dropped at his size,
"All you did was see some boobs," You tried to tease him.
"S-S-Sorry," His stuttering got worse.
Your cheeks were flushed as your fingers trailed his dick. You could feel Miguel shudder from your touch. This was just a learning lesson. Grabbing his dick, you started to stroke his massive cock. His grunts and moans were so loud.
"You get hard so easy. I wonder, do I have to moan to make you cum?" You said with a smile.
Miguel shuddered against your touch as your thumb rolled against his tip. Pre-cum already starting to spill. You hummed as you decided to tease him some more. Asking if he never touched himself before, if being touched like this was making him horny.
"Now, this is a private lesson, okay? I don't want anyone knowing about this." You told him, standing up and pumping his dick faster.
"Y-Yes. I-I-I u-understand," Miguel moaned as he cam against your hand. He panted heavily as you stared at the massive amount of cum he spilled,
"S-So...I-I hope this helped. Um...W-Watch some porn."
You felt your heart race as you went to wash your hands. You were hot and horny. Once you cleaned your hand, you watched Miguel clean up the mess he made. He apologized to you repeatedly and asked if he could come by again.
"Yes."
You folded too quick.
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"Awe, still getting hard by just watching porn? You're so sensitive," You teased as you stroked Miguel's dick.
It had been a week and Miguel stopped by a few times with more questions. You answered them, while demonstrating some stuff. You were getting too into this. If this was a game Miguel was playing, then he was winning. Although, you knew he wasn't by his tone.
"C-Can't h-help it. E-Especially w-when I-I'm with y-you." Miguel stuttered as he flung his head back. Your eyes widen,
"Wait, you're only this hard...because of me?"
"Y-Yes!" Miguel groaned as he bulked his hips into your hand.
Your jaw nearly dropped at his confession. Stopping your hand, you got on your knees and fixed your hair. You were going to show Miguel everything about sex. Licking his tip, you hummed as you attempted to take his large dick in your mouth.
"(Y-Y/N)?!" Miguel groaned loudly.
Miguel groaned as the warmth of your mouth engulfed the tip of his dick. Your tongue was swirling around his shaft, making him shiver in delight. Miguel shuddered as he held your head, moaning as you kept sucking him off. This felt amazing.
Gripping your head, Miguel moaned loudly as he cam into your mouth. He panted softly as he watched you pull away, coughing. Your glossy eyes glanced up into his,
"I guess we're both sloppy at this," You wiped your mouth. Miguel helped you, blushing madly,
"You're a v-virgin too?" He asked. You slowly nodded and stood up, taking your pants off,
"I watch a lot of porn. Shall I show you what we do next?"
"I-I think I-I know," Miguel stuttered as he brought you close to him.
You watched him hesitate. It was so cute. Miguel slowly brought you against his lap and started to rub his cock against your folds. His hot breathe was against your neck as he slowly entered a finger into your drenched hole.
"I-Is it o-okay if...if...I-I kiss you?" Miguel asked.
"Aweeee, you're so sweet," You cooed before nodding.
You shared a passionate kiss with Miguel as you melted under his touch. He had no idea what he was doing, but damn his fingers were big. You clenthced against his finger, to which he pulled out and started to slid his cock inside you.
God, he was big.
You moaned loudly as Miguel stretched your pussy out. You leaned against him, gasping lowly as you felt him get harder to each of your moans. This boy was going to wreck you.
"M-Miguel, before you move...Just...Let us stay like this for a moment," You begged, needing to adjust to his size. Miguel held your waist gently,
"S-Sorry."
"No need. I-I'm teaching you here," You muffled a moan, your pussy squeezing his cock as you sat still. You whimpered as you felt him twitch, "A-Are you about to c-cum from me moaning alone? Haha,"
"You're just...just so beautiful," Miguel whispered, panting softly as he tried to restrain himself.
"H-How long...mhm...have you liked me?" You asked, slowly getting used to his dick making itself at home inside you.
"S-Since last s-semester." Miguel stuttered as he felt you squeeze him, "(Y-Y/N), I-I-"
"Let me..."
You muffled a moan as you slowly started to move. The pain faded and all you felt was pleasure. His dick fit so well inside you as you started to ride Miguel. His tip kissing your cervix each time you bounced, causing you to cry out.
Miguel held your hips, moaning into your chest as he felt himself unload inside you. You didn't even care. You were feeling so good at the moment. Trying to chase your own high, you moaned loudly as you started to bounce against his dick faster.
Miguel grunted as he tried to help, thrusting his hips into you. Your eyes nearly rolled back as you cam on the spot. Miguel watched as you slumped against him, both of your breathing heavily.
"(Y-Y/N), C-Can....can we keep m-meeting? I-I originally...wanted t-to ask you out...b-but...I-"
"Yes," You whispered, resting comfortably on him, "These will be your private lessons."
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Waaaah, I hope I did okay! Hope you enjoyed it!!!
#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel spiderverse#miguel o’hara x reader#spiderman 2099#miguel spiderman#atsv miguel#across the spiderverse
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What the boys got you for christmas 😍🎄‼️
Notes: Just a little something for christmas 😭👍🏾 i haven’t written anything else lately cause of work but that armin angst is still coming! But yeah, still merry Christmas!
Context: The following aot boys x black!fem reader. (not proofread😭)
Warnings: fluff aside from couple of cuss words and mention of getting high on plug!connie’s part
Characters: Armin, Eren, Connie, Jean and Reiner Bonus!: Nerd Armin and Plug!Connie
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Armin:
- Armin is so sweet.. From the moment u met him u knew he was a soft bookworm with a kind heart. He asked you to be his on valentine’s day by writing a letter confessing his feelings.
- You were happy to be his fr and you were really excited when y’all’s first christmas together came around.
- You got him this limited edition old dictionary, one of those fake aquariums from the 2000s, a fancy microscope and the entirety of his favorite book series.
- However when Christmas came and it was his turn you couldn’t have been more surprised.
- He got you multiple cute chanel coats and purses, a box of your favorite chocolate, a box of miss dior and an entire macbook😭😭😭
- “ARMIN?!?” You exclaim. “Since when ever was you rich????!?”
- And the boy just smiled at you and said he saved a bunch of money from his job but you didn’t really believe it.
- He also spent the whole day watching christmas movies and taking taking cute pictures together with you😚❤️❤️
Eren:
- You and Eren got officially together on Halloween after a party so you guys were still kinda new and tryna feel each other out.
- You knew he liked working out so you just got him some gray sweatpants, some protein crap and one of those flannel hoodies.
- This boy ended up getting you some uggs and one of those “The tote bag” bags and a bunch of bath and body work stuff
- He even got all your favorite scents, aw❤️
- Eren acted like he didn’t always listen or pay attention but he clearly was the whole time and it made your heart melt🥹
- Eren didn’t wanna do the sappy shit he did but he sure wasn’t gonna show it right now so he just hopped on the game and you happily watched for the rest of the day.
Connie:
- Connie and you spent yall first christmas together as not really a couple but that weird talking stage thing. You still counted tho cause you might as well be his gf🤷🏾♀️
- Connie was a goof ball fr so you didn’t really know what to get him. When it came down to the serious emotional stuff y’all just joked yall way out of it and so it was this weird limbo ish going on
- You settled on a nike jacket and a gift card to his favorite restaurant. You felt so bad cause it seemed like bare minimum but Connie was excited regardless!
- He said it’s the “thought that counts🥰😊” and all you could say after a few seconds was “Moral of the story headass..” and yall just busted out laughing
- Connie ended up getting you the brown faux jacket you saw and wanted from burlington, some pearl earrings and a necklace and a visa gift card with-
- “How much money is on here Con?”
- “$500.😗”
- WHAT?!!!2!@/
- You were expecting $50 or even $100 but $500? Half a band?
- “Yeah i didn’t know what to get u so…😗have fun!”
- You hugged him so hard and accidentally said he was the best boyfriend ever but when you pulled away to quickly apologize he just shushed you and said, “Anything for my beautiful girlfriend😌..”
Jean:
- You and jean got together in the summer after school let out. Jean didn’t talk much like Eren but he was a goof ball like Connie especially when he was around him.
- You didn’t have much to work with embarrassingly. It was gonna be y’all’s 6 month anniversary on christmas but you barely knew a thing about him!!
- You ended up getting him some polo club cologne, airpods and a plain black hoodie.
- When Christmas came around you received some jewelry, some of the makeup you use and a cute brown fluffy teddy bear 🧸❤️
- Y’all had a very chill christmas, Jean wanted to go for a walk so you went with naturally and y’all ended up witnessing a beautiful sunset❤️
Reiner:
- You and Reiner got together in spring. He asked you out by bringing you a bunch of flowers in a bouquet which was definitely on theme for spring time..
- Reiner also stayed to himself a little bit more but he was more open with you so you had a good idea of what he liked.
- You got you and him some matching pjs to wear for the holiday. You got him a couple of books since sometimes he would read, a fancy shaving kit, a couple of turtlenecks and a photo album of you guys first year together❤️
- You were really proud and happy of your gifts but then you saw he didn’t get you anything other than a bunch of replacements for the hair products you use.
- “Hold on i think i put your other gift over here….close your eyes real quick..”
- You sighed and closed your eyes. You prayed he wasn’t gonna put anything together out of nowhere. You were kinda disappointed but it was ok.
- You heard shuffling and then you could tell when he was right in front of you.
- “Ok, open.”
- When you opened your eyes yoy immediately took everything back.. what you saw was a kneeling reiner on one knee holding a gorgeous diamond ring 💍😍
- For christmas he gave you a proposal!!!
- Even though it was kinda early, to be honest you two were talking for a lil minute anyways so it still felt like proper timing.
- You guys planned your wedding for christmas eve as spent the rest of that day cuddling with him watching Christmas themed sit-comes
Bonus:
Nerd!Armin:
- You knew Nerd!Armin since you two were kids and over time feelings developed.. then it naturally blossomed into a relationship. It was kinda weird because as you two grew up you guys just slowly became girlfriend and boyfriend.
- Nerd!Armin had always been a bit brainy and a major science fan so it wasn’t hard to get him anything at all.
- You got him a brand new pc, plentyyyy of books especially the sci-fi types and some weird graphic tees.
- He smiled with his braces and handed you a louis vuitton purse that had some louis vuitton jewelry and perfume inside. Also a soft blanket with your favorite design/character on it, Dior makeup items and chocolates.
- “Where did you get the money to buy this? Cause all i see you do is watch youtube and science shit-“ You questioned in surprise.
- “Stocks..”
- You just shrugged cause you had no idea on what he was talking about but you were just happy this silly brainiac was yours for the holiday 🫶🏾
Plug!Connie:
- You and Connie started off as any other plug and customer. But then Connie started to catch feelings and by like August of this year he asked you to be his.
- He was very protective of you so by the time the holidays came around no one knew you two were a couple.
- He would always spoil you too with shopping sprees and paying for you to get your hair and nails did 💅🏾
- It was hard to think of what he’d want cause he could literally buy anything he wanted plus he didn’t really talk about himself much
- You settled on a couple of hoodies, one of those vape shark jackets and a game for his ps5.
- He ended up getting you a whole ass black Audi r8.
- Your jaw was on the floor 💀
- “Con, what the hellll..”
- “What? Y’don like it?”
- “I do but literally how??”
- “Ion know😗.”
- “Boy-“
- Connie never told you how he did it but he had proof it wasn’t stolen at least so 🙄
- He also got you a giant teddy bear and a new iphone.
- You kinda felt like your gifts were not the best compared to his but he assured you it was fine and he was grateful to have you regardless. ❤️
- You two ended up spending the rest of the day getting high and watching weird christmas movies no one talks about .
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😚Zoom Zoom Mama G has posted again!!!
HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS ONE AND I HOPE ITS NOT TO BAD….(You’re older than branch but younger than Floyd btw😌)
Family Reunion||Brozone x Sister Reader
Warning:Angst and Mild Cursing
Word Count:1.3k
Other:It’s kinda proof ridden😝✌️
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You knew JD wasn’t always the best brother, but you didn’t expect for it to go like this…
“It’s called BRO-ZONE meaning BROS not GALS” JD said angrily at the h/c haired troll. “So youre saying just because I'm a girl I can’t be in the band. I’m basically the damn melody John.” you loudly yelled at him clearly pissed at how your brother didn’t want you to ruin brozone. “It has to be perfect and the name is perfect for bros. MAYBE IF YOU WERE PERFECT IT COULD WORK, BUT YOU’RE JUST A FUCKING MISTAKE FOR THE BAND” he yelled at y/n tired of her shit. He didn’t mean to totally call her a mistake, but it was too late. She already ran to her room in the shared pod, crying her eyes out and muttering small complaints. All the brothers stood with their mouths agape from witnessing the scene. “John what the hell,” Bruce said, holding the blue decorated egg with blue hair sticking out. “You just called her a damn mistake” “Maybe she is and it would be best if she left….The band is almost there and she’ll just get in the way.” John said it as if he was hoping y/n would leave to save the band for the family harmony. After John said that all the brothers left the area with sour and disapproving faces. Ignoring him till later that night.
It was now 2:34am and fast paced footsteps were heard around the pod waking John up from his humble sleep. He groggily dragged himself out the bed and headed towards the noise and found his three brothers and branch’s egg sitting in the living area. “What’s going on and why are you guys up so early.” John said, kinda annoyed from losing his beauty sleep. “Y/n left” Clay said barely above a whisper. “Huh,” John asked again, not being able to hear Clay. “Y/N FUCKING LEFT” Clay bursted as his tears started pooling his eyes. “You drove our sister away because of your stupid and glorious dream. Now she’s out in the wilderness by herself and we don’t know if she’s alive or dead.” John felt his whole body freeze and run cold. Did he fuck up or was it just you overacting? Before Bruce could add in to the statement, John wasted no time in leaving to go put on his jacket and shoes ready to go find y/n. He left out the door after he finished getting dressed, without a word to his brothers.
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{Y/n’s POV}
I woke up in a cold sweat, absolutely drenched from the wrenched nightmare of your older brother. My mind has been messed up recently ever since my eventful trip to mount ragous.
FLASHBACK
“It’s some kind of love”
A voice rang through the area. It was so soft, but with a familiar melody.
“It’s some kind of fire”
It was my part? But sung by someone different. An angelic voice.
“I’m already up, but you lift me higher”
But that’s when it hit you..it was your brothers with a now full grown relationship saving Floyd.
TIME SKIP DONE
{2nd POV}
After your brothers and those two mystery girls brought Floyd back, you couldn’t help ,but feel nothing but relief and a little wave of nervousness. All five of your brothers were standing right there together but the time just didn’t feel right for you. You wanted to go hug and celebrate with them, but you just felt disappointed and angry at them for not trying to find you. Without a word you started walking away, but caught what now sounds like a grown man spruce saying “How about we all celebrate at Vacay island this weekend.” You then had an idea set up perfectly for this Family Reunion.
{Y/N POV}
I sighed heavily as I parked my motor beetle in front of this big resort looking restaurant. “I hope they aren’t too mad to see me” I told myself, trying to hype myself up from all the nerves. As I step foot into the resort I see this tall yellowish woman at the bar, so I head over to ask her where the boys may be. “Umm excuse me…can you help me” I asked her in my nice bright tone. “Of course hun! What can I help you with and by the way you can call me Brandi” she exclaimed, clearly being an extroverted person. “Well you see I’m here looking for my brothers and i’m kinda here to reunite with them after basically being away for 22+ years” I say not trying to sound crazy or out of the ordinary. “Ok well what are their names?”Brandi asked me as she took out a notepad ready to write them down, assuming that it was more than one. “Well to start off it’s John Dory for the first one and Bru-” “Is that them?” she pointed to a corner before quickly apologizing for cutting me off. I was literally stunned when I saw all of them bonding and getting along like we were little kids again. I guess Brandi picked up on my distressed and nervous face that she offered and said” If it makes you any better I can go with you for emotional support” She says tucking a burgundy loc behind her head. “I would like that very much”I say releasing some pent up air that I didn’t know I had.
As Me and Brandi walked to the corner it felt like time was slowing down and my breaths were getting shorter by the second. I was trying to calm myself down in my mind, but I was brought out by Brandi speaking. “Um hi y'all sorry to interrupt, but you guys had a little surprise that decided to drop in today.” As on cue I stepped from behind Brandi with nothing but hope and fear in my chest.
“Who’s that?” Bruce said as he looked at the familiar troll. “If you wanted an autograph you could’ve asked us” John laughed as he pulled out a notepad and passed it around to each of the brothers to sign. “Are you guys kidding me?” I exclaimed, wondering if they were joking or not. Every single last one of them looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. “After leaving, you guys clearly forgot me” I said with tears in my eyes as i couldn't believe that they forgot me. “It’s me Y/n…. but I guess you guys didn’t care” I bitterly laugh as I see the visible expression changes on them except Branch. Guess John got what the fuck he wanted” I said getting ready to leave, but felt a hand gently catch mines, stopping me from leaving in the progress. Before I could turn around, I was pulled into a hug by a pink and white haired troll. “We could never forget you n/n” Floyd said genuinely. Slowly one by one the others hugged me except JD and branch.
Me and JD stared at each other as if we were to look away, we would die. Jd cleared his throat before saying “Umm are you good” while giving you that charming smirk. If looks could kill, JD would be dead right now. “That’s all? No sorry or are you ok sis.” I say starting to get angry. “Just be glad I'm happy to see you.” “Or what Jd” I said, letting a few tears fall. “You wanna know how tired I am from fighting with you. I bet Branch didn't even know he had a sister till now.” I advertise my hand to point at a shocked Branch. “But when I want my older brother to show me affection and let me be apart of the group it’s a fucking problem.” I say getting tired of his mess. “I don’t care no more JD. I will really walk out of this resort and leave again if that’s what you want.”I said, grabbing my helmet from the nicely made table. When Jd just stared at me I knew he meant it. So therefore without any words I got out of there and left. But before I did I said….
“So much for a Family Reunion….Hope we meet again, but on better conditions.”
IF YOU WANT A PT.2 WITH FLUFF LMKKKKKK!!!!!
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Enha when 8th member s/o has a stage accident
8th member au, gn reader (mentions a dress in hee’s part), mentions of electrocution in jw + rk’s, requested!!, 1345 words not proofread
Heeseung
He was internally screaming as soon as he saw you getting ready
You guys always like to give each other fashion shows of your outfits before performing
Like "babe look!" And then strut strut strut pose "slay me!!" 😆😆
But he knew immediately that you did not feel very slayful in your outfit
You were literally yanking it down after every step you took because it was already short and just kept riding up
You give him a "What do you think? 😕"
And he's like "I think you would look really good in a pair of pants 😁"
But the stylists don't have anything else so you have to go out in it
He keeps giving you nervous looks from across the stage
Anytime he crosses in front of you or anything he tries to cover you up or block the camera so you can readjust
Literally texts THE FREAKING CEO like "I'm concerned about the outfits given to yn, she can't perform her best while being so clearly uncomfortable"
"I'm concerned about the entire world realizing you're in love with her, but I guess I can talk to the styling staff 🤷🏻♀️"
OKAY BANG PD CALL HIM OUT ON THE SIMPERY LIKE THAT
But you never get an uncomfortably short outfit again... Heelift indeed 😌
Jay
Someone did not think this through 😭
You're doing your killing part in one of the songs on music bank
So obviously the camera guy gets closer to zoom in on you (werk👏👏)
BUT THEN he immediately moves to camera above your head to find Sunghoon and just WALKS INTO YOUR FACE
Ik y'all have seen that wonyo fancam... that's what I'm talking about
You literally make the most horrified face bc THIS MANS CROCH IS IN YOUR FACE
Screw professionalism, you're traumatized 😀
But man jays face is WORSE 😭😭
He's SO MAD like angry eyebrows and everything bc YOU JUST GOT VIOLATED ON LIVE TELEVISION
Walks up to you in the middle of the performance and checks on you
"Are you okay? 🥺"
You're like "yeah, talk after" and go back to performing
At the end when you drop down to a similar pose he goes in front of you 😭😭
It's fine because it wasn't your ending fairy but everyone is on Twitter like "he protects them so well 😭"
He rly does 🫶🫶 and starts a petition to at least get female camera operators next time
Jake
You guys were performing at a festival in the rain (wow so safe)
And everyone has talked before hand about being extra careful so you didn't slip
But it was such a big crowd!!! And it was your favorite song!!!
So you maybe went a little bit harder than you should have 🫣
... and fell on your face mid performance
I'm sorry but he laughs 😭😭
Like he sees you down out of the corner of his eye
Just 💃🕳 and then nothing
You give him such a dirty look when he laughs bc "YOURE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME STOP LAUGHING!!"
So ofc he runs over after and helps you up + gives you a big hug ❤️❤️
"I'm sorry, you just looked so funny!!"
So you smack him again of course because "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK FUNNY" 😠
But he kisses your boo boo scraped knees (which of course everyone LOSES IT watching) and looks up at you with a smirk 😫😫
I CANT 😵💫
Sunghoon
You pretty much always had to wear heels to perform because you were so much shorter than the boys
But today man you had some BIG STOMPERS ON
Like platforms and big heels, the whole thing
And at first Hoon just laughs at you 😭😭
"You really need all that extra height?" Then he stands next to you and realizes you're still not as tall as him "and it doesn't even work!!" 😆😆
He's having the time of his life until you smack him (except he makes you kiss him after so still a win for him honestly)
But then once you guys are performing he notices that you're not moving your legs as freely as usual 🤔 (we love an observant partner <33)
He gives you a 🤷🏻♀️ from across the stage and you mouth back "heavy... and too big"
It's a concert and not a like show performance so he just walks over and TAKES YOUR SHOES OFF 😭😭
Like, bends down, unlaces them, takes them off and sets them by the side of the stage
You're like wow he's so sweet omg 😆 but then he goes "now you're short again" with the biggest smile and then runs away
So much for that... enjoy your sock performance 😻
Sunoo
Honestly it was really bad for you but kinda good for him 😭
You guys were performing at a fan meeting and they were gonna shoot like fireworks out at the end !!
And everyone knew it, but you were in the bathroom when they told everyone the specifics 🫣
So you were out just like casually performing, not really doing all of the choreo
More so just singing and running back and forth on the stage to say hi to everyone 🫶
But then the fireworks shootout 😭 and you were literally RIGHT NEXT TO THEM
And you’re so freaked out and they were so close and loud and you fall on your butt 😁
And the boys don’t realize it at first because they’re interacting with fans
But when you fall the whole crowd gasps 😭😭 and they’re like ????
And then Sunoo sees you on the floor half crawling away from the fireworks THAT ARE STILL SHOOTING OUT
He feels bad but he also thinks it’s really cute (😒)
But of course he helps you up 😁
And then he drags you around with him for the rest of the time
Like no you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself anymore, he is holding your hand and you are going TOGETHER
Jungwon
Listen he is MAD
Like Leader Won was on high alert all day because it's been storming on and off
He was worried someone was gonna slip
But it was 10x worse 😭
You had turned your head to do a part of the choreo and some of the rain water got into your in ear
LITERALLY ELECTROCUTED YOU
It's giving Benjamin Franklin sunbaenim 😻😻
You were center for that part so all of the boys just saw you jump from the shock and then fall into a crouch covering your ears
He is IMMEDIATELY on it, running up to you and taking them out of your ears and escorting you off stage
He lowkey yells at the staff (🫣) bc "the performance should have been cancelled and now Yn's hurt!"
He doesn't want to leave you, but he has to go finish the rest of the performance
But once you're back home, he's not leaving your side
Chilling in a dark room with soft music playing so your ears don't hurt 🫶🫶
He's trending for like a week because of how scary he was 😭
Riki
Riki is the opposite of Jungwon 😭
Like he was having the time of his life performing and then he sees you drop and goes through all five stages of grief at the same time
Runs over "are you okay?!"
Except he yelled and you just got YOUR EARS ELECTROCUTED so you clutch your ears tighter bc it hurt
Once he sees you crying ITS OVER
Literally picks you up and takes you backstage, yelling to any staff in a thirty foot radius that he needs help ☹️
They lay you down in a stretcher and take you out to make sure you don't have like permanent ear drum damage or anything and he's just standing there like 😨
He has no idea what to do with himself
"Can I go with them? Please please please?"
So they let him of course bc he's cute and he WILL NOT let go of your hand for the entire time you're being treated until you're back in the dorms laid on his bed 🥹
He’s so clingy for like a week after because he was just so scared and he never wants to be away from you ☹️
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Morning, Mon
I'm thinking about after Hotch was in the bombing in Mayhem and lost some of his hearing, with reader who would be careful to always be on the side of his 'good' ear, or always really enunciate their words and try to speak with their mouth clearly in front of him since he has to rely on lipreading a bit more these days. Plus! they would totally show Jack to do the same since he loves to babble happily to his dad, but he sometimes misses what's being said. Being hotch though he's always too embarrassed to admit when he needs help or can't hear.
Have a blessed day, Beautiful
A Helping Hand
Warnings: Hearing loss, brief mention of the bombing, Hotch being too proud to ask for help (but eventually does), fluff.
Word count: 806
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
A/n: Oh yes yes!! This is one of the more recent ones I've seen when rewatching some of CM. It might be less of a fic?? Idk. BUT I'm posting it as one anyway 😌. Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted </3. I hope it's still enjoyable though :) This one was also not proofread so I apologise if there are any mistakes.
Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @mrs-ssa-hotch @ssamorganhotchner (let me know if you want to be added🫶)
After the bombing and Aaron losing some of his hearing in one ear you've tried to be considerate of his new situation and how he lives now. You know he doesn't always catch everything that's being said to or around him but you also know he hates asking for people to speak louder and more clearly because of his hearing.
You've taken it upon yourself to do whatever you can to help him. And if everyone thought you liked being around him before, they should see you now. You're by his side almost constantly when you're on cases. It started when you noticed Aaron furrowing his brows even more and trying to lean in and turn his head so he could hear the officer more clearly, whether he realised he was doing it or not. When he still looked puzzled as to what was said you had walked over to him and made sure you repeated the officer's words into Hotch's good ear. He thanked you, though he did seem a bit embarrassed that you'd had to do that for him.
Hotch needs some extra care and consideration right now and though you know he hates needing extra help, or any help for that matter, he does need it. And you're happy to help him however you can. You're stuck to his side often. Even outside of work.
When everything happened and Aaron was spending time at home more, you visited every day if there wasn't a case. The first couple times you were there, you noticed Jack rambling about everything that popped into his head but Aaron was clearly not catching most of what was being said. He was trying to see the boy's face which was directed downwards as he played with his toys. Aaron would hum and nod even though he wasn't getting most of it.
When Aaron stood up to get you all a snack, you explained in a very nice and simple way to Jack that his dad can't hear very well right now. That it will help Aaron if he can see his mouth when he speaks and that it's best to speak as clearly as he can. "You understand what I'm saying, bug?" He nodded and said everything back to you so you knew he understood what you meant. For such a young child he was very intelligent and very understanding. He made sure to do just what you'd explained and you could see the look on Aaron's face when he was able to hear so much more of what the boy said to him.
Aaron didn't know you'd said this to his son. But if he knew, he'd have been very grateful regardless of the embarrassment he'd have felt. Because knowing what his son loves and wants to tell him all about is far more important to him than anything else.
Whenever Aaron was on the plane you always sat next to him, making sure to be on the side of his good ear. He noticed this after the first few times. He never mentioned it, though you knew he'd figured it out quickly.
He appreciated it. You always made sure he was fully informed and aware of what was happening. If someone threw an idea into the open and he looked a little lost, you would repeat it in his good ear. Or if you hadn't realised he missed something he would look to you and if you made eye contact he leaned in a little closer to you and you'd tell him then. Or if you hadn't been looking at him he would give you a slight nudge to get your attention. He was starting to get more comfortable asking for help, but only with you. He still wouldn't ask anyone else.
Everyone tried to be mindful and considerate. But they didn't go to the extent that you did.
Aaron's new situation was frustrating and irritating to him. It caused him more stress than he already had, which you knew was quite a bit. Sometimes it would overwhelm him and you were always there to pull him back down and comfort him. You were always there for him to lean on for support. He knew you didn't do all of this out of pity, but rather out of love and care and understanding for him.
There were a couple of times that he came to you in need of a shoulder to cry on. Both times it was mostly about him being afraid he'd never hear the same and that he would miss things he had taken for granted when he could hear them. He wasn't embarrassed around you anymore, especially not about this. He knew he could always come to you for support and he was always thanking you for how much you've helped him.
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fine line [ christian pulisic ]
after finding out the secret you’ve been hiding for years, christian made it his mission to be with his own family and of course, to be with you despite your careers and other obstacles that’s keeping the both of you apart. things are moving too fast and it’s starting to worry you. but don’t worry—“we’ll be a fine line”.
[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — christian pulisic x ex!reader; oc!emily, oc!ezekiel, oc!andrew . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °. *
[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — insta au, im not really good at dates but just imagine the setting is during the summer lmfao, christian & y/n softlaunching (are they really though 🤨) . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °. *
࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ YEAH so ive only got this for now, i haven’t finished writing the narrative scenario BUT FOR NOW enjoy this <3 ALSOOO belated happy birthday to my man who isn’t my man but is my man ❤️🖤
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cmpulisic summer for the books ✌🏻 ready to go 🚨♟️
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user wait what
user since anyone isn’t mentioning anything about the 4th and 8th pic, i will. DID I MISS SOMETHING OR....?
user girl you’re wrong, everyone’s talking about it
user you mean, did WE miss something? yeah, we definitely did
user yall maybe that’s just his nephew or something 😭
user i don’t...i don’t think so...
user WHATTTTT
user whose kid is that christian 😭
user this is your year christian 👏🏻
user captain america ❤️🖤
masonmount congratulations brother 🤝
benchilwell my man 🫡
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yourusername what a crazy summer it has been 🌻 til next time florida!
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emilyemmons 💗 enjoy your journey to milan, my loves!!
yourusername come visit us when celeste is a bit older 😚💗
emilyemmons oh we definitely would 🫶 celeste definitely loved having her godmom around 😌
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emilyemmons this summer is the most i’ve seen y/n wear bikinis and she’s the HOTTEST
yoursistersig ikr! that’s what i've been telling herrr 😫
yourmomsig zekey holding the flowers 🌷 enjoy milan, my love 🤍 wishing you all the best
yourusername 🥹 see you soon mom!!
emilyemmons those are from ********* 🤭
yourusername emi!!!
yourmomsig well, they’re beautiful! he definitely remembers which flowers you like 😉
deedee_pulisic come back soon with zeke ❤️
yourusername of course! he and avery can be playmates 🥰
user wait a minute...
user girl are you thinking what i’m thinking
user ...yes...
user is THAT christian 😭
user GIRLLL the tattoo, the beard !!!! it IS christian
YOURUSERNAME HAS SET THEIR ACCOUNT TO PRIVATE.
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user wait what
user I KNEW THAT KID IS HIS
user we’ll never know unless he confirms it him babe
user girl are you not convinced already lol look closely at the pictures of the kid on the mom’s posts, he clearly looks like christian when he was a kid
user still not convinced
user you do you ig
user “very special people that i’ve recently reunited with” omfg exes to lovers i think
user GIIIIIIIIIIRL 😭 dont do this to me
user dont blame me i finished a lot of movies today
user i dont know which one of you bitches just lied to me and told me i have a chance with this man ... APPARENTLY HE HAS A KID
user this has got to be the funniest shit i’ve read today 😭
user yeah that girl and kid is definitely connected to him, i surrender
user she’s definitely the girl he dated during his dortmund days
user i cant complain though, she’s gorgeous and i dont blame christian for being private with his relationship right now especially if they have a kid together
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Daichi Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW
Here he is! The man the myth the legend 🥰
Written in his memory 😔 RIP Daichi
Warnings: mentions of daddy kink, choking, and various position but nothing super explicit
Minors are not allowed to interact and stay out of the cut! Minors DNI!!
I murdered my beta’s like Tanaka murdered Daichi
Check out my headcanons for Tsukki and Kyoutani
Sexy driver pt2. One hand on the wheel, the other holding yours. Just watching his arms flex as he changes gears is enough to have you flustered. Always opens your door for you and helps you get in. Let’s you pick the music and pulls over if you want takeout
Concedes the aux cord but has pretty good taste in music. Prefers more mellow sounds. Indie, jazz, soft rock. He takes you to local shows as dates and will either watch you dance, or hold you close to slow jams. FestivalDaichi! is a new man. Get him drunk and he gets handsy. (Drunk kisses 🤤)
Just loves to spend time with you. The best day out partner. Breakfast at a cafe in the morning, holds your bags and your hand. He doesn't complain if you wanna try on clothes or shoes or browse games, he’s just genuinely happy to be there
A handyman. Owns a tool belt that you bought him and looks damn good in it too. Puts up shelves, fixes sinks, cleans gutters, mows lawns. And if it’s summer, then you have a shirtless handyman to boot. (Note to self: handman Daichi 😌)
Speaking of shirtless Daichi, because of his rota at the firestation (hashtag: FiremanDaichiForLife) he prefers to workout at home. He works out in the garden when it’s warm, and in the living room when it’s cooler. Either way, you have a free show at least twice a week. He will let you sit on his back while he does push ups, or hold you while he squats
Will indulge all your couple tiktok challenges with a sheepish grin, and fondness in your eyes. The comments are full of ‘get you a man who looks at you like that’
This man is romantic. I’m talking candlelit dinner, flowers for no reason, surprise lunch at your workplace. He’s just a modern, old-fashioned man who treats you like a treasure
The king of soft intimacy. Cooking together. Baths together. Wine and candles in your living room. Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles. Play with his hair and you risk just putting him straight to sleep, but who can resist the world’s best weighted blanket.
Daichi is forever your personal cheerleader. He supports all your choices, dreams, and goals. He’ll give you advice, or talk through anything you’re hesitant on. Even if they’re whimsical. You wanna start dance classes. He’ll go to any recital. You decide to switch to marathon running, he’ll be there with a sign and a gallon of water. Cosplay, chocolate making, fanfiction 😉. He doesn’t care, as long as you’re happy
Call. Him. Daddy. And let him fuck you into the mattress or kitchen table, or sofa, or floor as a result
I touched on this briefly once, but choke him. You are Not in charge, but he just loves the feeling of your hand on his throat. The flutter of your fingers as he makes you cum
An ass man through and through. At this point his fingerprints are embedded in your ass cheeks from the way he grips them. Doggy; he’s spanking you. Missionary; he’s using your ass as leverage. Riding him; better believe he’s squeezing it as he makes you bounce harder.
Speaking of handy men, he has big hands and puts them to good use. Sits you on his lap and fingers you until he thinks you’re ready
Thick thighs save lives, and Daichi wants you to ride his. He’ll lick your nipples while you do, and basks in the mess you make on his thighs as a result (clearly my thoughts revolve around sitting in his lap and having a great time)
Without fail, will pull them panties to the side. Even on days when you have time to get naked. Loves the way you look in lingerie and loves the way you soak the fabric when he makes you cum
Daichi just make brain go brrr. Nothing but respect for my husband captain
#haikyuu smut#hq smut#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#hq fluff#haikyuu fluff#hq#haikyuu#haikyuu daichi#hq daichi#daichi sawamura#daichi x reader#daichi smut#daichi thirst
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I have an idea omg. We need more of Lloyd and reader... What about a situation when Lloyd got injured, like he kicked someone's ass , got his knuckles bleeding, or maybe he got a cut or smth... and the reader though she's aware of her blood-seeing problem ofc decided to help him, trying to fight her hemophobia best she could because Lloyd needed her help. Or it can be quite the opposite, the reader got hurt in some way, bleeding a bit, and Lloyd decided to help her because he knows her reaction to seeing blood and all. What do you think?😬☺
Hi Elena😌❤️ （sorry that it took so long I accidentally deleted my draft ... and took very long to recover from the devastating fact :l
Your "Lloyd got hurt" idea certainly is very interesting....👀
So, what would happen if Lloyd got hurt and he has no one else to turn to but his secretary with hemophobia...🤔
Bleed Out
Lloyd Hansen x You
Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader (Driver!Denny Carmicheal), Graphic Depiction of Blood and Violence (I guess Lloyd is a warning of his own?), Reader has hemophobia (fear of blood), a lot of cursing.
Summary: Lloyd is under your protection for now.
A/N: This is the sequel to A Whiff of Blood, Thank you for all your love to Mob!Lloyd<333
One thing, one particular feature you like about the apartment you're living in, is that this little condo - along with the rest of the building and five other blocks in the vicinity, belongs to a high-end resident community that has strict security guard patrol schedules and limited key-card access. These precautions resulted in rocket-high market prices and a rather wealthy neighborhood, as the owner of these buildings forbids renting, for every keycard that could access the front gate, elevators, and their matching apartments, accompanied by facial recognition embedded in the little chip. When you get home every night (or afternoon, if you are lucky), you have to press your keycard and stand before the camera before the gate grants you inside. This brings quite some comfort for you, working for a mob boss named Lloyd Hansen, and knowing that his associates are basically "wanted" by rival gangs for the valuable information they possess.
While it is impossible that you could afford such an exquisite apartment with your salary, though very well-paid, you are truly grateful because Lloyd signed this condo - his condo - to you without a word (or asking a dime from you) when you told him during your final interview that you will be needing a week to relocate before starting the job.
That's when you made up your mind that Lloyd Hansen is a boss worthy to work for.
It's not a big place. Having two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. Decorated in white, black, and grey, clearly matching Lloyd's taste when he asked his lawyer to give you the key card and have you move in.
You've lived here for three years now. Adding soft cushions and light-colored sets to the tedious design here and there. Like the sunflower tablecloth and daisy plates and bowls. Like the pink polka dot sheets and duvet covers. And the fluffy slippers, taken out from the cabinets, ready to be put on as soon as fuzzy socks don't work their magic any more.
You are finishing washing the mug you just used. After putting it on the racks, you wipe your hands with a clean cloth. It is a workday tomorrow, and you intend to sleep early to wake up with a fresh spirit to deal with your (sometimes) moody boss. Treating yourself to a nice little read in the bedside lamp radiating yellow glow - another decoration that you feel much needed for this place, you reach out to turn off the lamp when there's a sudden rush of knock on your door.
You zip your mouth shut.
The news two weeks ago, about a woman who was curious about the baby crying at her door, was yanked out of her apartment as soon as she opened the door, being raped and killed in her own bed.
You are smart enough not to ask "Who is it", letting this unexpected guest learn that a young female is at home.
When the unexpected visitor doesn't hear your reply, they knock on the door more fiercely, nearly knocking your heart out of your throat.
You remember the tutorial online: Approach the door with caution, and check the surveillance camera. If there's no one in sight, call the cops. If there's anything out of the ordinary, like a baby or a kitten by the door, call the cops.
In summary, call the cops.
Your fingers hover above your phone, having the police number on speed dial, when you turn on the surveillance camera monitor by the door.
A very bruised, cut, and tired Lloyd, having a gun in his hand, banging on your door as he winces in pain.
"Goodness gracious-" Your gasp gets stuck in your throat. Opening the door in an instant, there's nothing else in your mind than keeping him alive. Your goosebumps on high alert as Lloyd's eyes scan over you. You pull him in, checking that the hallway is secure, before closing the heavy door as quietly as possible.
You turn to him, "Mr. Han-" Your words stop mid-sentence as you feel the need to fight the bile down your throat.
Yes. Mr. Hansen is very much covered in the one thing you hate most in the world.
Blood.
Blood splattered on his chest, his ridiculous choice of the blue-white striped polo shirt and cuts littered over his face and bare arms. His pants are dripping. Some crimson-colored liquid will stick permanently onto your floor and your beloved carpet.
Redness, some stained into near-brown, all over his figure.
You hold your breath, not letting the iron taste linger to make matters worse.
Lloyd walks, more like limps to each of your rooms - now that you can breathe a little while the blood smell is gone temporarily, and convince yourself that it's just ketchup on your boss (though you doubt that trick works) - and inspects each of them with his finger on the gun's trigger.
Taking in the whole situation, three things pop into your mind.
Lloyd is in desperate need of medical attention.
You are most likely to faint as soon as he returns, seeing this amount of blood.
Lloyd wouldn't knock on your door if this isn't desperate for him as well.
As Lloyd approaches, you are wrecking every brain cell to work a way out of this.
" 'S anyone here?" He asks, pulling the safe of his gun back on, before plopping down on your couch and groaning because he most definitely pulls one or two, if not a few of his wounds.
However, one of THE most brilliant ideas comes to you when you are holding your breath.
You shake your head, raising one finger to tell him you need a moment - or you hope that your running off conveys the message, and dash towards your bathroom.
Lloyd sags down on the couch, not even bothering to get up or turn his head to watch whether you've pulled out a gun pointing at him. You probably wouldn't do so, since you chose to pull him in, instead of letting him bleed out by your door.
When you appear in front of him again, his body briefly stuns a moment, before emerging in a burst of full-blown laughter. He laughs so hard that his laughter turns into coughs, which leads to him pressing his hand over his chest in case he tears his wounds further.
You place your hands on your hips. Compared to him, you are least amused by your idea.
You smoothed your hair back and put on your scuba diving goggles from a paid leave last year. Lloyd personally oversaw your two-week vacation, paying from your hotel suite to your travel expenses, and even ordering you full scuba diving equipment for your one-hour scuba lesson.
Of course, you weren't actually interested in becoming an expert, but the scuba equipment was too nice to be thrown away.
"Not funny." You breathe through your mouth. Even though the orange plastic - or glass, you don't quite know which - changes how the bloody Lloyd looks in your eyes, it still doesn't completely change the idea that Lloyd is, in fact, covered in blood, as much as you don't want to think about it. And it definitely doesn't block the smell of blood, which probes the nerves at the back of your nose whenever you breathe through your mouth.
Lloyd scans your "outfit", his laughter slowly dials down, eventually turns into a lazy smile ghosting his lips, "You're right. It's not."
It's over 10:30 pm, and you usually would have been sleeping, or lying on your bed, at least. But no, you are stuck in the living room with your boss who's about to die any minute, and you are only able to stand in front of him, alive and thinking, with a fucking scuba mask on.
So, fuck this.
You roll your eyes at your cold-blooded boss. "Should I call your doctor? Or send you to the hospital?"
The smirk disappears.
Although he didn't say "no" to the hospital, by now you've realized the hospital choice was crossed off the board, as he chose you instead of ringing the police - which will no doubt lead to an investigation since Lloyd is the most notorious mob in Los Angles.
You search for the first aid bag that you stocked away when you moved in. It has rarely been used.
"Doc's dead." He murmurs, but loud enough for you to understand. He spoke with a sadness that only appears when he has lost one of his people. "I took Jared to his clinic."
You know Jared, he is one of the muscles working for Lloyd. He helped take care of one of Lloyd's rivals, Brewer.
"The deal with the Russian mobs tonight went wrong, but we got out in one piece." Lloyd explains curtly, "I got him to Doc's place to get stitched up. But we were attacked... Doc died, so did Jared."
So... two of his people.
Medical alcohol and Q-tips were picked from the bag, then a roll of gauze. You place those on the coffee table.
"I think you need something bigger than a Q-tip." He chuckles, unbuckling his belt, removing his pants. You open your mouth wanting to argue it's probably best that he doesn't move right now, but you silence yourself when you see a flesh wound -
Blood trickles down his thigh, leaving a scorched round hole on his leg. You turn your head to the other side as soon you feel the need to hurl. Even with your goggles on, deep down, you know that it's blood, not ketchup, nor some red paint oozing from his body.
“Don’t puke on my shoes. Crocodiles died for it.” A strangled grunt comes out of his mouth when he finished speaking, having your heart tug in the slightest of agony.
The belt he took off just now is turned into an instant tourniquet on his thigh. The blood drips slower than it did, but it keeps ruining your carpet.
“Yeah, I bet the crocodile spirits hate you right now.” You mutter under your breath, snatching a face mask from the first-aid kit, taking a small inhale after you put it over your face.
Much, much better now.
Lloyd snorts out a short laugh, “You look like one of those bird-man in the Middle Ages when they are battling the plague.”
“Yeah well,” You place your hand on your hips, feeling somewhat braver to deal with this bloody mess all over your living room, “You’re about to bleed out on my couch, so let’s start with you telling me what else I can help with.”
Lloyd spares a glance at you when he’s busy rolling the gauze and pressing it onto his gunshot wound, his expression uninterpretable. Though you would guess that he is mildly impressed.
“Got any liquor? Something strong?” He raises his brows almost challengingly, “I don’t see any painkillers here, so … Bourbon? Whiskey? Scotch? Anything?”
You do have a bottle of whiskey that your cousin gave to you when you moved in. He’d come to visit and lend a helping hand from time to time. You take two glasses from the cupboard and half a bottle of whiskey.
You could use some liquid courage with a murder scene and your psycho boss in the middle of this lovely condo.
With the aid of whiskey and your patching and cleaning of the rest of the wounds, Lloyd is able to sleep through the night soundly without worrying about being a rigid corpse in the morning.
Yawning, and accidentally stretching his patched-up wounds, he allows a string of curses to flow out of his lips. Judging by the sunlight peeking through your curtains, he’d say it’s 9 or 10 in the morning. Last night, he was tired when the adrenaline gradually faded away, and he did not have the chance to take a close look at your – used to be his – place.
You did not put this place through any major changes, just some minor traces, reminding him that he is, in a sense, invading this cozy little apartment with his banged-up body.
With a decent set of fresh suit, shirt, and tie on the chair beside the bed.
Faint murmurs come from the other side of the door, Lloyd tenses up immediately, pulling his gun under the pillow, where he stocked last night, and turns the doorknob slowly.
“… shut up.” He hears you smack someone’s arm jokingly.
Your voice blends in with the voice in his memory of last night, when he winced in pain as you tried to take out glass shards from his forehead with a pair of tweezers, when he swung another gulp of whiskey from the bottle.
“Fucking hell, woman, I swear you’re trying to scoop my brains out rather than finding the glass pieces.” He grumbled.
“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out, Mr. Hansen. Now I’m kindly asking you to shut up so I can take care of your wounds before it could get any worse.” You said impatiently, having struggled between the discomfort in your stomach and your determination to get him patched up, but adjusted your attitude soon after, keeping your mouth shut and pushing his upper body so he would lean on the couch and be still, while you turned on the flashlight to search the little glass piece on his forehead.
The warm and shallow breath fell on the ridge of his nose. It was broken, sure, tingling and itching, but it also meant that you were close, close enough to kiss-
“Cuz, are you sure that-”
The male voice is cut off when Lloyd in a black suit appears in front of you and a young man. One of his hands behind his back, you know far too well he’s holding the gun and will shoot your cousin’s brain out if you don’t explain quickly.
“Morning Mr. Hansen. This is my cousin, Connor Ashborne, studying at UCLA Med School.” You smile politely towards your boss, “I called for him to check up on you, since you refused to go to any doctor with a gunshot wound. He’s here to provide professional medical assistance.”
“Mr. Hansen,” the young man extends his hand for Lloyd to shake, “I’ve heard of a lot of things about you.”
“Lots of bad things, I hope.” Lloyd throws in a comment half-sarcastically, plopping himself down on the couch, ignoring your cousin’s extending hand, “Shit.” When he stretches his wounds again, the gauze must have clotted with his flesh for this level of pain.
“Cuz?” Conner turns his choice to your hand, “It’s your call. I can’t force your boss to do anything.”
“Yeah, me neither.” You mutter, “He’s more stubborn than a bull with eyes on the red flag.”
“Careful there, sunshine.” Lloyd gulps down some whiskey, numbing the pain in his thigh, “I can hear ya’ loud and clear.”
You silently shrugged towards your cousin, letting him know that you could not be of help any more than he did. “You should probably head to your classes.” You speak softly towards Connor, “Say hi to your sister for me, will you?”
“Sure thing, cuz. Remember those antibiotics and pain meds for the... patient in the kit.” He pulls you into a hug, “No need to thank me, I know, I'm one of a kind.”
Yeah, he's a one-of-a-kind dick when he wants to be. You can't help but smile knowing that his ego bloated after coming to your aid.
“I’ll see you around Christmas, yeah?”He asks.
“Around Christmas.” You confirm, patting his back.
Connor shoots you a wink and a “Bye, cuz”, grabbing the bicycle helmet on the kitchen counter and rushing out of your apartment like a gust of wind.
"A-hem." Lloyd clears his throat.
You let out a long exhale, realizing the big problem-o is still sitting on the couch like he owns this place – he indeed still does, as you have helped combing through his real estate. He owns the whole residential community – more specifically, has a lot of shares in the company which runs this residence, at the very least. Putting your best, and most professional courtesy on, you ask Lloyd, “I’ve called Denny earlier this morning. He’s now driving around the block. Denny has driven to your place and picked up the usual breakfast from your cook. Should I call him and tell him to come up? Or you’d like to head to the office right now?”
“Tell him to come up. I’ve been shot. It seems fair to skip work this morning.” Lloyd has the usual smug smile on his face. Stepping into his crocodile shoes onto the floor, spreading his arms over the couch, he looks down at the ground before narrowing his eyes and raising a sharp question: “You’ve had the carpet thrown out?”
Of course, you’ve had the carpet thrown out. Or you would throw up five times per hour.
You thought so when carrying the blood-soaked carpet downstairs, after making sure Lloyd was asleep around midnight. As his secretary, it is your job to make sure he doesn’t have to worry about anything besides his business.
You carried the carpet downstairs, avoiding cameras as carefully as possible, with your ridiculous scuba goggles and face mask on, and dumped the carpet, into another residence trash can two blocks further. With his blood and his scent on it, it is easy to lure those henchmen away if they bring hounds to search for Lloyd.
Lloyd does not go down without a fight, that you were certain. You were also certain of the fact that the transaction gone wrong would make relative parties involved less than happy, hence the ambush at Doc’s place. If they struck once, it seemed possible that they would strike again, knowing that Lloyd was hurt.
Also packing hydrogen peroxide, a powerful bleach, and a pack of Q-tips with you, you carefully erased the traces of Lloyd’s blood from the street to your residence building, and inside the elevator.
“Miss Y/L/N!” The security guard exclaimed on seeing you back inside the building. He was smart enough not to comment on you pulling your scuba goggles and face mask off, but smiled warmly, “A rough night?”
You smile back, “Hi Henry. I hate to pull ranks on you, Henry, I really do. But in less than ten minutes you are going to get a call from your boss, who has gotten a call from his boss, asking you to do exactly what I tell you to, which is to make a copy of the surveillance footage of the security cameras, and delete the original copy stored in the computers stored somewhere in this building. You are also going to tell me whether anyone has dropped by when your shift ends this morning, who looks suspicious, asking questions even though they don’t live here.”
The smile froze on Henry’s face, “Miss Y/L/N, it’s against the company orders…”
Just then, the phone on Henry’s desk rang, which Henry took the minute it made a sound.
The smile turned to a serious frown.
“…Yes. Yes, Sir. I’ll see to it.” He hung up the phone after a polite “Good night”, straightening his security guard uniform, and moved around the desk, “This way, Ma’am.”
After burying your head in the toilet bowl and throwing up almost half an hour ago, you had used your cell phone and called Lloyd's business partner up ahead, told him that Lloyd had issued a command to erase surveillance camera footage of a specific building and asked to keep a copy.
His business partner, hauled up from his bed because of this phone call in the middle of the night, knew better than to refuse.
… and that was why the Russian mob drove through the block later that morning at 1 a.m. and did not find a trace of Lloyd taking shelter in your condo after circling the area for quite some time.
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Okay hi it’s me AGAINNNN 😌 I was wondering if eventually you could write something where reader and Harvey (who are literally the best of the best at what they do) both work at different firms and they have to go against each other in court for a really big case. Anyways reader is Harvey’s wife who’s pregnant and goes into labor at the court house. Happy ending please 🙏.
A/N: I am so sorry if this is not what you had in mind- it's not as fluffy of a fit but I guess it's something! I can always write the same request a different way in the future :)
"Okay, let's go over it one more time," Mike said, staring at the file of key arguments in front of him.
"You do know you work for the opposite firm, right?" you chuckled, taking a deep breath in and out. You couldn't quite explain it but something had been... off... today. Granted, you were 37 weeks pregnant so you pretty much always felt off but this felt different.
"Just say it," the young partner responded.
"Okay, so- your client clearly had no idea what he was-" you paused, gasping at the sharp pain in your lower abdomen, hand coming to rest at the low curve under your bump.
"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" Mike questioned, not even hiding the panic in his voice. No one could blame him, he certainly was not experienced when it came to pregnancy.
"It's just Braxton-hicks," you muttered, teeth clenched while you took deep breaths in and out. You tried to think of someone at the firm who was in court who had had a baby who could confirm that, but no names came to mind. Hating that you were about to say it, you groaned internally. "Get Harvey."
That was all Mike needed to hear before genuinely sprinting from the room.
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"Mike, you were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago," Harvey greeted angrily.
"I was with Y/N, she-"
"You mean to tell me you were with the opposing team!?"
"No, Harvey, she's in pain, she needs-" Mike panted.
That's all it took for you husband to be racing out the door, thankful Mike had yelled 'across the hall- chamber- while he sprinted.
By the time your husband had made it into the room, you had been able to stand, the pain in your pelvis a small ache compared to what it had been. You were breathing steadily, your hand still holding a small portion of the weight your daughter added to your frame.
"Sweetheart, what-"
"I'm fine," you murmured, "I'm sorry I panicked, I just didn't- I haven't"
"You haven't been pregnant before," Harvey finished. "Neither have I, so I'm not much help."
You laughed, even the small action causing a small ache. He must have seen the expression on your face because he came to cup your cheek.
"Are you alright?"
"I think so," you replied softly. "I must have just been working too hard on the trial."
"You should be at home resting."
"You know perfectly well that I can handle a trial against you," you replied cheekily. It wasn't a secret that you were both two of the top lawyers in the city, and the trial certainly would be a show for all who were watching.
"So we're not having a baby girl?" your husband asked, his hands gently holding your rather large bump.
"Not yet," you corrected with a smile.
"Then I've got to get back," Harvey said sadly, before lowering and pressing a chaste kiss to your bump.
"Did you ever think I did this just so you had less time to prepare?" you smirked.
"Sweetheart, you wouldn't dare."
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"No further questions, your honor," Harvey announced, lips twitching at the thought of winning his case after the arguments he had given.
You stood. "Your honor, if you will just allow me to question-" you paused, both your words and your steps as the same sharp pain from earlier hit.
"Ms. Y/L/N?" the judge asked.
"Sorry, I-" you couldn't finish, needing to lean against the table for support, gritting your teeth. "I need-"
"Y/N-" Harvey said gently, rising.
"Harvey-" you paused, feeling a wetness spread down your legs. The pure shock on your face while you looked down was enough of a sign to your husband.
"Oh my god, she's in labor," Harvey muttered, Mike going pale next to him.
"Labor?"
"We're going to pause the trial," the judge announced. Even he had no idea what to do. He certainly had never, in all his years seen a defense and prosecuting team of lawyers be married and close to having their first child while in a court room.
Your husband came to rub your back while you still stood hunched over the desk. "What can I do?"
"I don't know," you whispered, the realization that you were having a baby overwhelming every fiber of your being. "We don't even have a bag packed for the hospital."
The two of you had been non-stop for nearly two months, working on opposite sides of what would be on the of the biggest trials the city had ever seen.
"Yes, you do," Mike interrupted. "Donna's had it packed for weeks."
Tears fell down your cheeks out of relief and gratitude.
"God, I love that woman," Harvey murmured, helping to turn you around towards him. "You can do this, sweetheart." He gently cupped your cheek and wiped your tears with his thumb.
You nodded, taking a moment to lean your forehead against his chest, the smell of his cologne comforting you.
"Are you ready?"
"As long as you swear you won't leave my side," you whispered.
"Never."
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Ok I am living for all of your Gortash content. The power struggles? Testing each other to see where the scale leans on who’s winning over the other? That’s the good stuff 😌
I’m just obsessed with the idea of someone who's so up in his face disrespectful and doing things that would get anyone else killed and yeah you might get punished pretty severely over it, but there's clearly some form of affection for you in his fucked up brain. The misbehavior drives him up the fucking wall, but he refuses to let go of you. It's a Hell of his own making.
You push the boundaries constantly, and all you find is a cold stone wall. The man is in an impenetrable fortress. Well... not entirely. You've gotten good at pushing him to angry outbursts. He never explicitly says he regrets it, but you can tell it irritates him how easily you get under his skin.
The best time to act up is in public settings, in front of people he needs to maintain a good relationship with. If you have a history of misbehavior, it's difficult to get him to trust you enough to even let you be seen in public. If you're dedicated enough, however, he might reward you. After your last outburst, it took months of good behavior to be allowed to attend a party. It's well worth it. Once he's gotten you all dressed up and hanging off his arm, you play up the doting partner role. Maybe a bit too honestly. One of his associates politely asks what you do for work, and there's a bright smile on your face as you explain that Enver doesn't let you work. He's so protective, isn't it cute? Why, just last week he had a servant thrown in the dungeons because he didn't like how they were looking at you. He doesn't like the idea of you having friends in the castle, because you might get some silly ideas about trying to leave. He's so caring, that man of yours.
By the end of your spiel, his associates look thoroughly uncomfortable and Gortash's smile is so tight that it looks like his face might split. You ignore how hard he grips your arm, his knuckles turning white as a silent order to shut your mouth. You just keep smiling politely. The associates try to make light conversation but the mood is significantly more tense. Gortash and you both smile at their backs as they awkwardly move away and only a few moments later you feel his hot breath against your ear before he growls out a command. You are going to excuse yourself, walk that pretty ass all the way up to your room, and you're going to wait patiently for him to come and deal with you.
He lets go of your bruising arm and you storm out, making sure to slam the large doors behind you. Once you're out of his sight the façade drops, and you hum as you walk through the halls. You've planned this for weeks, and you only have a small window of opportunity to get this right. Most of his metal soldiers are stationed around the ballroom, in case of an attempt on his life. There were no weak points in the remaining guard schedules, he'd never be that sloppy. He didn't anticipate that you'd be desperate enough to take out a Flaming Fist. Sneaking out in that uniform is much simpler, exiting through the barracks and out into the city streets. The faster you get out of sight, the better. He's powerful, sure, but he doesn't have scrying eyes everywhere. You might make it out of the city. Hells, you might even manage to get somewhere he doesn't have full power over. However, never underestimate how many resources he's willing to throw into getting back what's his.
Or what he's willing to do to you when you're back in his grasp.
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as a major fan of your Thai BL list, I shall now ask about your Korean BLs! 🤩
I think I can actually trust you 😌😌
Anon Two, thanks for tag-teaming this with the previous Anon, so y'all could squeeze another list out of me. To recap, I've already given y'all:
Top GMMTV Actors
Top GMMTV Pairs
Top Five Taiwanese BLs
Top Ten Thai BLs
So what's one more? @lachikapercebe also asked for this list, but requested only my top five; however, since I already started the list without a specific target number from Anon Two, and Korea gives some of the best confessions in the genre mixed with color coding, I can't reduce the list now. It's too late for me to trim it. I am attached to each pick. They are my children, and I can't desert them, so . . .
Top Ten Korean BLs
Rising Star - Love Tractor
I don't trust Korean BLs. A majority are too short, so either the beginning is confusing or the ending is flat, but unless Love Tractor completely fumbles the second half (which it could because . . . Korea), this will be a yearly top and even possibly an overall top for its country and all BLs. It's that good to me. It's hitting all the normal K-drama notes while being oh-so-very-gay. And as a rural queer, it pleases my soul to see country life presented in such a kind and beautiful way.
#10 - Roommates of Poongduck 304
Mr. Petty Peter Jae Yoon independently earned a spot on this list. Ho Joon was a jerk and a true nemesis when the show began, but Jae Yoon started effing up Ho Joon's home life the more Ho Joon kept messing up his work life, so it was a beautiful tit-for-tat the first few episodes; then, Ho Joon lost focus and wanted a consensual workplace relationship. His father appreciating his new attitude and rejection of his ladies' man ways was a delight to witness since we all knew it was due to him falling in love with a man. And oh boy did he fall in love. That entire conversation of Jae Yoon saying it's impossible for two men to fall in love, only for Ho Joon to respond that it was impossible for him NOT to fall in love with Jae Yoon is a top tier confession for me.
#9 - Blueming
I have issues with Blueming solely due to its ending because I was just as pissed as Siwon was at Daun. Maybe even more so. All was going well; then, the end of episode nine pulled a Thai episode eleven, and DAUN TOLD HIS MOM TO PICK THE FILM! I understand men in love do dumb shit, but that was a bold choice, and a very, very, VERY wrong one. As the youths say, "that was not the move." However, the cinematography was delicious like their silhouettes with that bewitching blue backdrop and their first kiss was realistic. Pretty kisses are cool and all, but the awkwardness of desperately wanting someone yet not knowing how to physically perform is true to many people's experiences and should be spotlighted more.
#8 - Choco Milk Shake
I only trust two entities with poly: Thai director Jojo, and Korea's Strongberry, so the fact that Strongberry did not give me poly when it was so clearly laid out is the reason this show isn't in the top three. It had a supernatural plot, great characters who were all well cast, and a happy ending, so WHY NOT POLY? I don't care if the rest of the world is ready or not. I'M READY! We are getting a second season, so if I if get a kiss AND a vocal acknowledgement of Milk and Choco's love for each other when their love for Jung Woo was well established in season one, this will cement its place in my heart and on this list forever.
#7 - Light on Me
Sixteen episodes with most running about thirty minutes?! A love triangle where I could root for both love interests?! A straight boy who earned his spot at the queer table?! Light on Me had it all and then some! Looking at my various lists, it's clear I am not fond of high school dramas, yet I was seated twice a week to see how our neurodivergent baby boy, Tae Kyung, fared that week in his adventure through social norms and annoyances, like trying to help a fellow peer by giving him back the dildo he dropped in the hallway, but getting yelled at instead. I was not Team Shin Woo until that cellphone confession, and then all I could see was Shin Woo. I'm telling y'all, Korea understands how to confess its unwavering love. Gets me every time!
#6 - The New Employee
As the BL fandom continues to evolve and expand, we will get more BLs geared toward adults and workplace dramas, but hopefully, they take the approach that The New Employee (and Thailand's Step by Step) did and make the work environment part of the drama. Working adults, sadly, spend a majority of their time at work, so finding love at one's job seems reasonable, but if anyone has experienced coworkers breaking up, that shit can get rough, real quick. So having to navigate a relationship with someone you work with, especially someone of a higher authority position, ON TOP OF being queer can be stressful, and is something I want more BLs to explore. There are levels to being out, and for most queers, being out at the job is not a possibility, but finding love anywhere is always a possibility, particularly for our late 20-something virgins.
#5 - Semantic Error
The fact that this came out in 2022 is beyond my understanding only because it seems like I have appreciated it for at least five years. This has become a comfort watch when it first started as a "nothing else is on" watch. I have never cared so much about honorifics in my life as I did watching the slow transition of Sang Woo’s emotional walls crumbling under Jae Young’s affection through language. As much as I hated the idea of forced collaboration (aka group projects), seeing the way Jae Young squirmed his way into Sang Woo’s every waking thought and had him seeing red to the point that Sang Woo was saving screenshots of Jae Young’s Instagram posts was a delight and one of the major reasons I keep returning to it. But the layered confession about Sang Woo finding Jae Young, a man, attractive which lead to Jae Young's countdown kiss is, once again, the reason Korean BLs win in the confession department.
#4 - The Eighth Sense
I'm still really bothered by some of the discourse that came out of this show about how it was better than everything else ever because the comments were reductive about the BL genre, yet some of the comments resonated with elements I loved about the series, mainly its look at mental health and trauma. It was a beautiful show, but the message it carried throughout about depression being isolating and taking the light out of people's lives hit me in a way that if this was the Thai list, I would have left it off because it felt like a personal attack. Wanting someone to save you from yourself, but terrified to drag them down with you was not the plot I wanted, but was the story a lot of us needed to see. We also needed to witness someone actively going to therapy. Let's continue this trend!
#3 - Our Dating Sim
"Have you been well . . . without me?" - Put this on my tombstone because I died and came back to life from this utterance alone. Episode four was already killing me, but once Eddy snapped and allowed all his emotions to spill out in front of Ian, the show came for all my past lives and future ones too. Deceased. I wrote this about the show while it was airing, but no other show has done the leave-him-because-I-love-him plot as well as Our Dating Sim. This show nailed it then made a billboard to boast about it because it was perfection. Ian's reasons for leaving were valid, but the show really shined by allowing Eddy to voice his anger at being ghosted for seven years by his best friend and someone he loved. It even touched on the trust issues that stem from someone saying he loves you only to abandon you. Just know I have NOT been well since this ended.
#2 - To My Star 1 & 2
The first season was almost perfect. The cat/dog energy, the "If it's hard for you, I'll come to you" confession, and the budding kink of Ji Woo kissing a tiny bloody wound on Seo Joon all served in a quick nine episodes gave me everything I needed, so I thought this would be my #1 the second season two was announced, but understand the sequel hurt me. The foundation was great: everyone came back, it had more episodes, the episodes were longer, and the conflict always existed in the first series, so a last-minute twist wasn’t invented. Yet, every single episode hurt. Much like I Told Sunset About You, it was realistic to the point that I expected it to end with pain. If season two was its own show and not a sequel to one of my favorites, it would have ranked higher because it was beautiful, but knowing the magic the first series possessed, and having to be a bystander to all the angst for EVERY EPISODE WITH NO RELIEF was tough. But, somehow, here I am secretly hoping we get blessed with a third series. That’s the power of the Star.
#1 - Long Time No See
Small flex - I've been involved with an international queer film festival for over a decade. I've seen easily over 1,000 pieces of queer media including feature films, short films, and documentaries through the screening process, which only adds to my always growing personal watched list. Long Time No See was one of those films. It didn't make it into the festival because I think it was already available on a streaming platform (maybe?), but it was a top for me then, and it's still a top for me now. Is it a BL? Not really. Is it a show? No, it's more like a two-part movie. So why am I allowing it to reign at the top of this list? BECAUSE IT IS AMAZING! In 2017, we were still getting the bury your gays trope shoved down our throats, so a film about two assassins getting a happy ending was a miracle. I read comments from some who did not like the portrayal of "toxic love" but were probably fine with Mr. and Mrs. Smith beating each other with cooking utensils for all the world's children to see, so God forbid, the queers do anything like want to kill AND fuck each other. Niña, Pinta, and Santa María, LET THE GAYS DO CRIMES TOO! Oh, and it's Strongberry, so because of this film - In Strongberry I trust.
#top korean bls#long time no see#to my star#our dating sim#the eighth sense#semantic error#the new employee#light on me#choco milk shake#blueming#roommates of poongduck 304#love tractor#korean bls#in strongberry we trust
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Neko Scaramouche x F! Reader
What happens when you rescue a stray cat from its near death on the way home?
What happens when you wake up and found a strange boy with strange cat ears and tail on its back and looking at you with those grumpy looking eyes??
"Human! Feed me!"
"Sit or else no treats for you Scara!"
"How dare yo-wait! Stop spraying me with that! Fine I'll sit!"
"Good boy 😌"
"pathetic.... *purrs*"
You arch your back after the long hours of working non-stop in your office. It was finally your time to leave and maybe buy some necessary things at the grocery store while your at it. You grab your things and stuff it inside your bag and left the building of your workplace. It was around 10 pm and people can still be seen on the streets going here and there. Your apartment isn't far from your workplace so was the grocery store you were planning to go to.
You stepped inside the grocery store and immediately bought the things you needed and food to eat. After paying for the necessary stuff you left the store and was about to leave when you heard a soft meow.
"M-meow"
There it goes again. You glance around to find that sound and it brought you to the back of the store. It was dark and cold and smelled of rotten trash, you squint in disgust however it did not stop you from finding the sound of that meow.
"Meow.. Meow... Meow.." As if it sense your presence the creature cries its best to get your attention.
Alas, you find the desperate cry of a certain animal. It lay there weakly beside a dumpster. It had a dark fur and scratches here and there all over its body. Without hesitation you pick it up gently and place it in your jacket to give it a sense of warmth.
"meow..." it howls one last time before its head went limp.
Alarmed, you immediately run to your apartment. You got inside and quickly find the medicine kit.
"Kitty please don't give up on me" you desperately muttered as you place the young cat on the mat not far from your heater.
You did what you can do, search any wounds or injuries on its body and even cleaning its dark fur which you found out in fact, not a dark fur but a clear purple fur and white paws. The small cat was breathing normally after an hour of bandaging and cleaning.
You let out a sigh of relief and tidy up the medicine kit. You decided to prepare a meal for it, maybe a soft food, in case the small cat has difficulty in chewing its food.
"What a night" you whispered to yourself. After everything that has happened you lay in the couch, the exhaustion creeping up to your system.
You glance at the clock and saw that it was already 12 am. Good thing tomorrow is your day-off. You sigh again and let sleepiness take over you. Unbeknownst to you the cat open its eyes.
****SCARAMOUCHE POV****
Scaramouche waited for the right moment to open its eyes when the human fell asleep. It was around 10 minutes ago that he felt his surroundings, away from danger and clearly inside of a human home. He waited for the human to sleep and stood up. Four paws met the soft mat, his body was covered in white bandages and he reek of medicine. He could feel himself more light unlike earlier where he suffered a great deal of injuries from the fight he had with the other cats in the back store.
Scaramouche look around, scanning every nook and cranny of your house. It was warm and homey to say the least, out of dangers way. The human was deep asleep and she did not have the aura of that a dangerous person. In fact, when she stumbled at that back store Scaramouche could feel a massive warm aura that he couldn't helped but desperately call for it. Despite his hate for humans, this one, however, was unlike any other.
"𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦" he heard her say, and at that moment he could feel a sense of gentle caressed in his heart, a slight tingle that was strange for him.
"You're a strange human" he said, looking up at the sleeping woman.
**** BACK TO YOUR POV****
You woke up after a long nap, remembering the past events last night you quickly stood up to check on the cat however what meet your eyes was a different case.
There, across you is a boy, sitting there on that mat unbothered. Although he looks a little grumpy but what caught you off guard was the strange cat ears and his long, purple-ish tail, swaying left and right like a what a cat would do if they're interested on something. Nevertheless, it still surprises you that the moment you open your mouth he spoke, cutting you off.
"Scream and I'll scratch your throat human" he threatened showing off his claws.
You gulped, swallowing the attempt of screaming. He was right, you were about to scream but his threat made you reconsider.
"W-what are you??" you finally said, albeit stuttering.
"Obviously a cat" he looked at you deadpanned.
The boy obviously has an attitude. You rolled your eyes at him.
"I can see that but like, what kind??? Are you a half-breed perhaps??" you questioned finally calming your heart.
You glance at the little plate where you left the food last night empty and clean.
"If that's how human sees it, then maybe.." he replied while using his feet to scratch his cat ears. A weird position for a half-cat like boy.
It reminded you alot of a cat, well, he is an actual cat considering his tail and ears move like a cat would. Plus, he ate the food you prepared last night and made your heart warm.
Then you realize, he was supposed to rest, he suffered from many injuries last night.
"By the way, how are you feeling?" no longer surprise, you asked the boy in concern.
The boy look at himself covered in bandages and then at you.
"Your human medicine is making my healing process a little faster, it does take a while to heal considering I have to take up huge amount of energy to fuel my healing process but with your human medicines it made the process faster" he explained.
You nodded in understanding. In that case you'll have to prepare another batch of medicine to speed up his recovery. But first, you have to prepare breakfast.
"Well then, since you'll be living with me from now on. I hope that we have a peaceful cooperation" you said, walking towards the kitchen while the boy followed your movements.
"I can assure you human, I am far from what you think of me." he said smugly.
"Uhuh. I hope you do" you chuckled.
*** 2 weeks later ***
Far from what he said.
"Scaramouche! You better come down here!" you yelled at the cat whose figure sitting at the highest bookshelf that you have. He was in his cat form again.
"How many times had I told you human I don't want a bath!" he hissed looking away.
You glare at the little critter, obviously he needs a bath. Its been two weeks since you decided to keep Scaramouche with you. Although he's a self-centered, narcissistic cat, who often belittles you and your 'kind' but you still found this side of him cute and well... Bearable.
You also found out that he loves to be petted and praise, on one occasion when you have to change his bandage, it took a while to convince him before promising him something. In his cat form, you cleaned and re-bandage his almost healed wound. On instinct you gave him a pet on the head that he himself did not notice and let out a satisfying purr. With a laugh you praised him to be a good boy and Scaramouche let out a hissed and jump off from the table.
Now, here you are trying to convince him to take a bath.
"Come on Scaramouche its not that bad and beside the water is warm" you tried to coaxed him.
"Your coaxing doesn't work on me human" he replied. He was looking at you with a smug look after seeing you struggle to catch him.
Seeing that little smug on his face, you couldn't helped but be provoked.
"I see. So you want this the hard way eh?" you smirked.
Suddenly, chills sent down Scaramouche's spine. Something was telling him to run away however he choose to ignore it.
With a grin, you plant a mischievous glint in your eyes.
Let's say, after that. Scaramouche was covered in a big towel, fur wet and smelled of sweet shampoo.
You hummed in satisfaction as Scaramouche lay in your embrace with a look of a traumatized victim.
"I told you it wasn't that bad" you told him, drying his fur.
Scaramouche sniffles, looking at her with a wrongful face.
"Y-you EVIL WITCH!" he wanted to scratch but prevented himself from doing so after remembering the events earlier.
You chuckled at his whine and dry him off completely.
********
"Feed me human!" Scaramouche, in his cat form, bothered you while you prepared something at the kitchen.
"Behave then if you want treats Scara" you patted his head which he returned with a cute grumpy hissed.
"I said feed me!" he tap you like a bratty child.
"behaveee~" you uttered in a sing-song tone, amused by his tantrum.
"No. I want treats now!" he whined again.
"Scara, bad kitties don't get treats if they don't behave"
"Don't wanna" he look away with a hmp. He then started jumping up and down trying to get your attention.
"Sit or no treats for you Scara!" you warned while almost finishing the meal.
"How dare yo-wait stop spraying me with that! Fine I'll sit!"
You laugh after giving him a slight spray of water.
"Good boy" you pet him on the head
Scaramouche glares at you, nevertheless, he let out a purr.
"Pathetic" he whispered softly, letting himself bathe in your attention.
That night, when you were about to sleep, Scaramouche jump in your bed. Confused you ask him.
"You have your own bed Scara"
"I just want to make sure you sleep human, don't bother about me" he hissed softly and place himself at the center of your bed.
You grinned hearing his excuse. Afterall, he has done this numerous time, trying to act as a bodyguard while you sleep knowing fully well he would scoot over and lay in your embrace.
"If you say so" you shrugged pretending not to know his intentions.
You went to sleep comfortably. Scaramouche waited for your snores, he made sure you sleep deeply before scooting himself over to your neck and making himself comfortable. He won't admit it. But he loves his human. His human who cared for him deeply. He love his human that he would do anything for her.
That night the two of them sleep comfortably.
These pictures are found on Pinterest 😅
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Hi! Medium time listener (I followed after slarpg altered my brain chemistry), first timer asker! What is your process when it comes to composing for games? Is it any different when the subject changes (personal, commission, etc)?
hehehe, well i hope that alteration was a positive one! 😋
so i think there's kind of two sides to this: there's the creative process, and the collaborative process.
The Creative Process
my creative process is actually pretty similar whether i'm working on contract or for personal enjoyment.
first, i consider:
the needs of the prompt in front of me (is it a save menu or a boss battle? is it a tense scene is or a tender one?)
how it should fit into the bigger picture of the whole project (mood/tone, genre, leitmotifs, instrumentation, production style, etc)
what tools i will need to use (subtractive synth or sampler or soundfont or live recording?)
then, i typically write what i call a "skeleton:" just the barest bones of a piece of music. i almost always do this on piano, dividing the bass, harmony, and melody into very distinct registers. i do it this way for several reasons learned the hard way:
first, by dividing parts into clearly delineated registers, i'm saving myself a whole lot of trouble down the line. i have long had a bad habit of over-crowded arrangements, which besides being weaker from a composition standpoint, are also notoriously difficult to mix. and mixing is already hard enough as it is! so writing a strong and well balanced composition from the outset is the best way to go.
second: when you jump into arranging or mixing before the whole piece is written, it's much easier to get stuck. where should i take this track next? i dunno, guess i'll fiddle with the mix. suddenly a week's gone by and i'm still working on a half-written track. if i require myself to write the whole piece out first, then this bottleneck is almost always eliminated.
sometimes you can get really excited about an idea, get carried away with arranging and producing a whole track, get to feeling really attached to it—only for your collaborator to say it's just not the right direction. by limiting myself to one instrument, i don't put in a disproportionate amount of work before confirming whether or not the piece is actually a good fit. and bonus, if it's not a good fit then i have a piece of music written that can serve another project later (or another part of the current project, if i'm lucky)!
of course, i'm not always perfect about this. even very recently, i got really stoked about a track i was cooking up for susan taxpayer and went BANANAS with it—only for punkitt to say she loved it but it wasn't at all the right vibe. a hard but necessary reminder of why i try not to get carried away prematurely!
(don't worry, the one i made to replace it fit like a glove, and the first attempt is gonna be used elsewhere. love wins 😌)
once i do have confirmation that i'm headed in the right direction with an idea though, that's where i really get into it with choosing instruments, designing synths, figuring out the production style, etc. and there's where the real back-and-forth with my collaborator begins, to make sure things are staying on track every step of the way. that leads us to:
The Collaborative Process
for starters, and probably most obviously, different people are different to work with. everyone has different strengths and challenges both creatively and interpersonally, so i try to meet my collaborator where they're at and tune in to their specific needs, vision, and communication style. within reason, i try not to look at these things as being "better" or "worse" with one person versus another, just different!
i think the biggest differences for me as far as how much time and energy i invest into a project are A) whether it's paid or pro bono, and B) my own level of personal excitement about the project.
if i'm doing something purely for fun, it's pretty exclusively because i'm really hyped about the project. because, well, it wouldn't be fun if i weren't, right? and in that situation, i enjoy giving it my all! susan taxpayer falls firmly into this category, and i'm having a blast with it.
SLARPG started out pretty similarly, but as the scope of the project grew, it evolved into more of a pro bono arrangement; bobby and i drafted up a contract and negotiated on how we would split earnings from the game once it released, and that's where i've gotten the vast majority of my income this year. it remained a passion project til the end, but i could not in good conscience put that much of my life into a project of that size unpaid, no matter how much i loved it! (maybe one day, if we collectively defeat capitalism and i no longer have to worry about such things... 🥲)
things get a bit different when you get into strictly contract work, though. when it's something i'm doing for a client who's paying from the start and it's not for my own enrichment, i have more hard and fast boundaries on how much of myself i put into the project. i have specific rates, and offer only so many free revisions before charging additional fees. sure, i can be horribly particular and will revise something a bazillion times to get it "just right" if i'm working on a passion project, but i'm not about to do that for like. a corporate commercial or whatever lol
whether it's for fun or all business, though, i always try to make something i'm proud of. because i want whomever i collaborate with to have something they're happy with in the end, of course! plus i'm kind of allergic to phoning it in, i'm too extra for that 😜
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i'm sure i could go on, but i think i'll leave it at that! pardon the slow response, it took me some time to formulate my thoughts for this one. thanks for the question, and take care ^^ 🎵
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Hear me out as a headcannon for flyboy Imagine they avators are drunk at the Hard Deck and reader goes to pick up Jake and they see her just start chanting either Reader's name or like Jake's girl. Does it make sense no but the idea made me giggle.
heheh 😌 this is cute <3
Context: Flyboy (but readable without) - set post engagement but before the Epilogue.
They had all gone out drinking because it was a Friday night - the Dagger squad + the whole trainee crew.
Of course they had invited you, it was unspoken at this point that you were always welcome.
You had declined, because they had all been working so hard lately, and deserved to unwind together as a whole big bunch. Jake obviously tried his best to convince you to come along.
“But everyone loves you” / “It isn’t a proper outing unless you are there” - he had sulked, because when does Jake not want you with him?
You both settled on you picking him after - because he was definitely going to get sloshed.
Instead, you had rounded up Penny and Amelia and had gone out for dinner with them both 😌 something cute and trendy.
The three of you get to The Hard Deck after dinner, Amelia darts away to the back office where she settles herself in and away from the crowd, Penny follows to get her comfortable, and once the both of them duck away and you come into view - you hear it.
Javy’s voice is the first one to ring out - “MRS SERESINNNN”. His words are so slurred - you know he is drunk.
It causes basically all the damn heads in the place to turn to you.
The Naval Aviators all BURST out into a symphony of cheers and yells of hellos. You barely have time to shout a hi or take a step forward when it starts, the fists slamming on the table and the non stop chanting of “Hangman’s girl”, except it kinda goes Hang-mans-girl interspersed with the banging of fists. You don’t need to look at the table LITTERED with bottles and glasses to know that everyone is almost gone.
It makes you groan, and you have to fight the urge to dart back outside. Instead you manage to locate Jake who is sitting among the crowd at the table. His has a loose tendril falling over his forehead, his cheeks flushed pink from alcohol, green eyes glazed, and a smug, wide lazily smile is on his face. Jake is drunk and you know it.
He isn’t chanting, just leaning back in the chair, legs manspread confidently out as he watches you.
You manage to pick your way across to him, and the chantjng! does! not! stop! until you reach him.
“Hi,” you say, and all he does is slip his hand into yours and go “hello beautiful” AND THE TABLE GOES WILD WITH WOLF WHISTLES. The dagger squad all clearly drunk (Bob has lost his glasses to the top of Fanboy’s head at this point) catcall the loudest.
“Ready to go home?” You ask, and he squeezes your hand, before slurring “take me home gorgeous.”
Drunk Jake becomes extra cheesy sometimes, clearly hehe >:)
“Ok c’mon big guy,” you tug his hand gently and Jake manages to stand, surprisingly steady and not stumbling, but you slip your arm around his waist anyway - you are skilled by now, at taking care of drunk Jake Seresin, I mean the number of times his man has showed up drunk at your door during college, or gone out with you and got piss drunk.
“BIG GUY,” the wider group has caught on and started throwing suggestive looks and waggling their eyebrows at you - children.
“I am, a big guy,” is what you hear Jake say, leering openly at you, his innuendo thick and you just sigh, before rolling your eyes, “aren’t I baby?”
The group breaks into a hurricane of catcalls and whoops again; and they also begin to chant Hang-mans-girl. All you can do is sigh extra loud and long suffering as you try to tug Jake towards the door.
He exits, letting himself be guided by you, but not before raising a hand and waving himself out like he is royalty.
Children.
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Hi there! So I remember the headcanons that you did about the reader getting hit on by Leon’s friends, and when it came to stepdads, dark stepdad was like “think it’s cute that you got hit on?” and was, y’know, mean as usual.
BUT
What if Leon’s coworkers were hitting on you and you were clearly uncomfortable with it? We know that despite Leon’s roughness he loves you so much and is really protective and possessive.
So imagine you sitting next to Leon at the table with his coworkers, seemingly having a normal conversation at dinner. But all the coworkers keep complimenting you. It’s nothing inappropriate, just them saying how beautiful you are, how lucky Leon is to have such a sweet girl, how they wish they had their own cute little daughter.
And at this point Leon is already pissed but then he looks at you and he can tell you’re uncomfortable; you’re trying your best to give out polite smiles but you’re just clenching your fists and staring at your plate.
So to help you a bit, Leon says something to one of these coworkers that sounds like “Hey, X, how’s your divorce going? Does your wife still hate you?” and you actually giggle a bit.
The rest of the dinner no one says anything to you but you can still feel several pairs of eyes on you, so you’re grabbing Leon’s hand under the table, holding it tightly and he gently caresses your knuckles to calm you down and Leon is SO happy and proud because his baby girl finds comfort in HIM.
After his coworkers leave he just picks you up and takes you to the bedroom, being really soft for a change. Saying how you’re his good girl, how if anyone tries to touch he’ll cut off their hands, how he’d kill for you.
And for a while you’re just kissing while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Then he’ll fuck you and leave you covered in hickeys so you forget all about his stupid coworkers. And of course he’ll make you repeat dozens of times that you belong to him.
He’ll also be so frustrated , that he will cum inside you several times, filling you so much that his cum is spilling out of you for the rest of the night.
- 🦭
Hi 🦭 anon! 👋
I’m going to shamelessly plug this work featuring sweet stepdad with his coworkers hitting on you 🤭
And I love that 👏 👏
Dark stepdad who’s mean to you but it’s on his own terms 😤 so if there’s some work get together that you’re somehow roped into and his coworkers are being a little too into you, he’s def being the pettiest mean girl about it.
“Weren’t you crying at work cause your wife fucked her gym coach?”
“W-what?”
Leon side eyes you with a smirk, “Hmm checks out why she would tbough, doesn’t it?”
And you’re just like 👀 👀 Leon being mean to someone for you?? 😍
And so the conversation about you dies down as everyone knows Leon’s got dirt on them. He’s gripping your thigh under the table hard enough to bruise but it’s so reasssuring 😌 you just hold onto the top of his hand until the dinner is over.
And he’s for sure fucking you until you can’t think once you get home. He’s slipping your collar around your pretty neck and being very praise oriented this time until you’re just a shaking wet mess underneath him as he cums in you over and over 😵💫
Sorry I hijacked your ask idea! Dark stepdad is so dreamy 😌
#ask box#🦭 anon#lipglossanon#lipglossanswers#stepcest#dark stepdad!leon s kennedy#sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy
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