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solaireverie · 13 days

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sv5 | that lavender haze

summary: [ florist!sebastian vettel x f!driver!reader — social media au ] your florist husband spoils you with his creations

faceclaim: phoebe tonkin

author’s note: seb the love of my life <3

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yourusername catching the waves 🏄🏻‍♀️

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sebastianvettel Ich liebe dich 🥰

↪ yourusername can't wait to be home with you again 💗

ausgp can we keep you down under please? 🦘

↪ f1mia back off 🦅🇺🇸

user mother AND mommy omg

mickschumacher can you teach me how to surf instead 🙏 lewishamilton doesn't understand that not everyone is naturally talented at everything

↪ lewishamilton i don't know what to tell you, mate 😂 keep calm and keep your balance, it's all chill

↪ mickschumacher easy for you to say 🙄 you're not the one drinking seawater every five minutes

yourusername has added to their story

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sebastianvettel Welcome home yourusername ❤️ the flowers missed you and so did I 😉

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user i love how y/n's husband's instagram is basically just a fanpage for her 😂

↪ user nah you can't forget the flowers ‼️

↪ user seb loves two things in life and they're his flowers and his wife 😌

user i don't even go here but i'm all for the golden retriever and black cat vibes 🤭

mickschumacher seb i have a bee problem in my backyard...

↪ charles_leclerc you know you could just text him right 🙃

↪ mickschumacher he checks his phone once every three months if your name isn't y/n l/n-vettel 💀

↪ sebastianvettel and I'm not ashamed of it 😄 but what can I help you with?

↪ mickschumacher a colony of bees moved into my garden 😅 i don't mind them but is there anything i should watch out for?

↪ sebastianvettel As long as they're not being overly aggressive you shouldn't have any problems 👍 keep me updated though

↪ mickschumacher thanks seb you're a lifesaver 😊

yourusername thanks for the flowers schatz 😘

↪ user ugh they're so Parents 😭

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↪ user charles liked your comment 😂 i guess even the drivers agree

↪ landonorris you didn't hear it from me but seb and y/n are the unofficial official grid parents

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mercedesamgf1 We have a special guest this weekend at the #JapaneseGP 🐝 sebastianvettel is here at Suzuka to promote biodiversity and build some bee hotels with the drivers 💪

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charles_leclerc Appreciated the art tips 😉

user this man 😭 "what do you think about this weekend's race?" "well obviously my wife is going to win everything"

↪ user as he should honestly

↪ user when you're in a "being a wife guy" competition and your opponent is sebastian vettel 💀

kevinmagnussen Thanks a lot Seb 😂 the kids want beehives now!

↪ sebastianvettel Glad to know that someone was listening when I was giving my talk about the role that bees play in our ecosystem 😔

↪ landonorris in my defence someone brought cookies and i was hungry...

↪ sebastianvettel you are 24 years old, Lando

↪ user why can i feel seb's disappointment through an instagram comment 😭

yourusername sometimes i wonder if he'd leave me for his bees 😂

↪ lewishamilton don't worry, you can crash on my couch if he does. roscoe needs a permanent babysitter

↪ yourusername two decades of friendship and that's all you see me as?

↪ lewishamilton let me by during the grand prix and i'll think about it

↪ yourusername mercedesamgf1 i'm telling toto

↪ sebastianvettel I would never leave you for bees, liebling. Clean energy, on the other hand...

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yourusername Happy anniversary, my love 💐 12 years and counting

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user the bouquet emoji because he's a florist omg 🥹

user my favorite thing ever is how 5-time wdc y/n l/n-vettel's husband is Just Some Guy who's completely smitten with his wife and makes her all the bouquets she could ever want 😭

↪ user they're like cottagecore addams 😩 i adore them so much

↪ user COTTAGECORE ADDAMS HELP 🤣🤣🤣

susie_wolff Congratulations and our best wishes!

↪ yourusername thank you ❤️😊 the same to you and toto!

sebastianvettel I'm the luckiest man in the world to be able to call you my wife and partner 💗 You're P1 forever, especially in my heart

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lxvvie · 3 months

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Simps 'R Us, Between the Sheets edition: Your faves and the wholesome and funny things you two get up to in bed, part I.

Capt. John Price - When he's half asleep and about to snore loud enough to wake the dead (Price vehemently denies this), you like to have random conversations with him because you know questions you ask will do one of two things: elicit a nonsensical answer from the Cap'n or... wake him up from his sleep altogether.

Gaz - Is curling up into himself because you're the big spoon, you're running your hands over his body because he's highkey lowkey ticklish, and your face is buried in his neck because... he's highkey lowkey ticklish. "Darling, please—" Gaz manages to gasp out between... wait, are you giggling, Garrick?

Soap - Your darling golden retriever chaotic good boyfriend loves... to sleep naked. You're not complaining, though, especially because he loves it when you lay on him. You've made a home for yourself between his thighs; his stomach is your pillow, and he usually has a hand rubbing your head. Helps him to relax, y'know, bonnie? And whenever you don't lay on him, it's an affront to Johnny's... everything. His heart is broken. His soul is crushed. You're too far away from him (even though you're still right under him). How could you do this to him? He can't live like this. No other stud muffin can offer you what he can, beautiful. But no really, bonnie, he needs you on top of him like... yesterday.

Ghost - You really like his body. Like... really like his body. You blow raspberries on his stomach, you smack his ass, you talk about his eyelashes—scratch that, you love his body. To you, every scar tells a story, and you've asked him plenty of times to talk about them. And then you did the unthinkable that had Simon wanting to disappear into the fucking blankets—"Si-bear, I didn't know you had a mole on your inner thigh!" Bloody fucking hell, he'll never hear the end of this. And then you kissed it and Ghost's face had never felt so bloody hot before. Christ, you'll be the death of him, sweetheart.

Roach - Nothing but the most sickeningly saccharine stuff to ever stuff happens with Roach. A poke-fest, a kiss-fest, a tickle-fest, you name it, it happens. Roach loves to sleep with his face buried in your chest and arms wound tight around you. Always. You rubbing his head soothes him to sleep as well.

Alex - You're also the big spoon here, too. You're busy talking about conspiracy theories you believe the government is/was involved in and Alex is entertaining you ("That so, Boss?"). In actuality, his eyes are comically wide because the truth is oftentimes stranger than fiction and you may or may not be walking a little heavy there, Boss.

Alejandro - Is the big spoon to your little spoon in bed no matter what you're doing. Loves to intertwine your legs together, too. Alejo murmurs how much he loves you in your ear and kisses the top of your head before telling you good night.

Rudy - Sometimes when he's asleep, you'll whisper "Rodolfo" in his ear which causes Rudy to shoot up, eyes comically wide because the only time someone calls him by his full government name is when he gets into shit but it wasn't him this time, it was that idiot Alvarez— "Didn't get to tell you good night and I love you, Rudy, so... good night and I love you, Rudy." Oh. Oh. Ha. Real funny.

Farah - A cuddle bunny through and through. She loves laying up under you, her head resting on your shoulder or under your chin, or her face in the crook of your neck. She wants to hear you as you sleep. She wants to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest or the resonances as you speak. Farah simply can't get enough of you.

Keegan - It's really you teasing him because Keegan isn't one to really get flustered or deviate from his infamously neutral expression. Much. Until you came along. You two are relaxing in bed and you're the one randomly calling out, "Hey, Kee-Kee," to which Keegan makes the most surprised and disgusted face in response and you're wheezing.

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ilovenatasharomanoff2-0 · 1 month

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Okay so I’m new to the blog and I saw requests were open! So kind, dom Nat or Wanda with fem sub R who is very submissive good girl golden retriever vibes, but Nat/Wanda is sadistic so she finds the smallest reasons to punish R and R just goes along with it? Maybe slight mistress kink? 👀

Baby, my love

warnings: a teeny bit of degradation, fingering, praise, riding, ass groping? I don't know. strap on

word count: 2.7k

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader (Minors and men dni!!)

A/n: Bro, this is so cheeks because I have had such a long break, bru. I'm so rusty. Please save me. (I started getting lazy at the end cause I got bored and tired sowwy.)

"So cute," Natasha gazes at you with admiration as you peruse the restaurant menu. Your undivided attention is fixed on the pricey delicacies listed before you when, suddenly, her hushed compliment causes you to snap out of your menu-induced trance and meet her gaze.

"What?" You ask Natasha, only now coming out of your trance and paying full attention to your girlfriend.

"I said you're so cute, baby, So focused," she tells you. As you sit across from her in the dimly lit booth, she leans forward and reaches a hand across the table. Her fingers wrap around the salt crusher, which she begins to toy with absentmindedly. Despite her focus on you, you can't help but notice the veins that protrude from her weathered hands absentmindedly. Despite her focus on you, you can't help but notice the veins that protrude from her weathered hands.

As you catch a glimpse of Natasha, your cheeks instantly flush red, and you feel the heat rising on your face. Despite being together for over three years, she still has the power to make your heart skip a beat and leave you feeling butterflies. Your lips curl up into a grin, and you can't help but feel giddy as you realize how much you still adore her.

"I - thank you," you stutter out to her. A low chuckle escapes her lips as she gazes around the restaurant. She seems to be looking for someone specific, perhaps the waitress. And just as if on cue, the waitress approaches your table seconds later, timing it perfectly with her search.

"Are you feeling nervous for me already, my love? It's funny how you worry so much even though I haven't done anything yet," she says with a gentle sigh, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. She looks up at you with a small smile, her eyes sparkling with affection and gratitude for your concern.

"I have nothing to worry about. You just—" but were interrupted by the waitress's appearance. She appeared from around the restaurant's corner, clad in a crisp uniform and carrying a notepad and pen. The steamy conversation was put on hold as she approached your table to finally take your orders.

As the waitress completes taking down Natasha's order, she turns her attention towards you. A warm smile graces her face, and you can't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. You reciprocate with a small smile, not wanting to appear impolite, as you place your dinner order. The soft murmur of other diners and the aroma of delicious food fill the air, making for a cozy ambiance.

"Perfect! I'll be back in a couple minutes to bring your food out!"The waitress says before walking away to assist other tables.

As you sat there, the soothing sound of low jazz filled your ears, enveloping you in a sense of calm and tranquility. For a few blissful moments, you were lost in the music, feeling your worries slip away. However, your reverie was abruptly interrupted by Natasha, who shattered the peaceful atmosphere with her sudden words.

"So, do you like her now?"

"W-what are you talking about nat? Do I like who?"

"Oh, please. Don't act like you don't know. The waitress."

"Natasha, I'm seriously not in the mood for this bullshit right now." You tell her; an exaggerated groan leaves your mouth as you put your face in your hands.

" Watch your fucking mouth y/n. You were all on her right? Smiling at each other like I wasn't here?"

The air grew still between you and Natasha, punctuated only by the sound of your own breath as you lifted your head to meet her gaze. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

"But, she could never fuck you like I do, huh?"

You feel a sudden stillness in the air like time has slowed. Your cheeks start to flush with embarrassment once again. It takes a moment to fully comprehend Natasha's words. You can't help but wonder how she could be so uninhibited and unconcerned about expressing herself in such a public setting.

"Answer me, y/n."

"No, Natasha." As you begin to respond to her, you feel a slight discomfort between your legs. You shift your weight, crossing your legs to alleviate the buildup of heat and tension. Your words come out slowly as you try to maintain your composure.

"Good fucking girl," As you sit there, she leans in and whispers into your ear, her smirk growing wider with each passing moment. You can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, and her words have a powerful effect on you, making your heart race and your mind spin. Despite your best efforts to remain composed, you can't help but feel a little bit helpless in her presence.

The rest of dinner was a torcher for you, and Natasha slowly lured you into her trap. It was too easy for her to have you melt in her hands. The night was filled with low teasing words that spilled from Natahsa's mouth, her shoe running up and down your leg. Only provoking the wetness between your legs.

As soon as the check arrived, Natahsa swiftly took out her wallet and paid without any delay. She made sure to leave a generous tip, expressing her gratitude for the excellent service. Without wasting any time, she grabbed your hand and hurriedly rushed back to the car, eager to have time with you.

During the seemingly long ride back to your New York apartment, you felt her veiny hand placed on your thigh, exerting a firm and steady pressure as she squeezed it. The touch of her hand sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind at that moment.

"'M sorry, Nat. I won't do it again," you tell her softly, just loud enough to be heard over the music playing in the car.

"You can try that cute apology again at home when I'm fucking your brains out, sweetheart."

Butterflies erupt from your stomach once more; you don't know how Natasha can be so collected when saying all these vulgar things to you.

You, on the other hand, had your legs squeezed together to get some sort of friction. Natasha's hand was inching closer and closer to your core making you more needy for her than you already were.

Natasha pulls the car into her designated parking spot with a sense of urgency, as if she can't wait to get inside. Without a moment's hesitation, she takes hold of your arm and guides you out of the vehicle and into the building. Her hand swiftly finds the key to the shared apartment, which she deftly inserts into the lock and turns with a satisfying click. Within seconds, the door swings open, revealing the cozy interior of your home.

Without any delay, she swiftly makes her way to your bedroom, determined to get you there as quickly and as safely as possible. Once there, she handles you with the utmost care and delicacy, making sure not to cause any further discomfort or harm as she gently eases you onto the bed.

Natasha makes her way onto the bed, looking at you with her full attention. Her hands clasp around your face, slowly bringing you into a kiss.

After a few seconds, she pulls away, her hungry eyes staring into yours. Her hands carefully and quickly come down to the zipper of your silk dress, slowly zipping down, until you were left wearing your bra and panties.

"So fucking gorgeous pretty girl. Can't even blame that waiter for wanting you."

All you can do is look up at her and whine, needing to feel her on you. In you.

Her lips travel swiftly down to your neck, leaving a trail of wet and passionate kisses that send shivers down your spine.

Small moans leave your mouth when you feel Natasha's hand slowly make its way down to your pussy, her two fingers brushing over your panties. Her mouth leaves your neck slowly. Natasha kneels down to admire your exquisite beauty. She gazes at you with wonder and amazement, taking in every detail of your stunning appearance. Her eyes scan every curve and contour of your being as she marvels at your magnificence.

"Baby, make sure to enjoy this moment because this is the most gentle I'll be tonight," she whispers softly into your ear. Her breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine as you feel her warm embrace.

Natasha doesn't waste time taking off your bra, leaving it on your chest. Her fingers move back down to your panties, this time moving them to the side to admire your wetness.

"Holy shit, you're this fuckin' wet, and I haven't even done anything." She laughs to herself as she looks at your desperate face, begging her to fuck you without having to say anything.

"P-please Nat," you moan out with desperation. you plead with Nat in a small and helpless voice.

"Please, what princess? What do you want me to do to this fucking cunt?"

Your face slowly lights up from Natasha's words. "Just want you inside." You whisper out to her.

"What was that y/n? I don't think I heard you." Oh, Natasha heard you.

"I-fuck. I just want you inside my pussy Natasha!" You finally yell at her, your head leaning against the pillow so you won't have to look at her.

"Yes, ma'am," She tells you and pulls down your panties, tossing them to them behind her. Two of her fingers direct themselves back to your pussy, slowly gliding over your slit. She groans when she feels your wetness on her slim fingers. She lifts her hand up from your pussy to show you your wetness.

"Look at me, baby, look at how fucking wet you are."

You look up at her again, her eyes fixated on her fingers. She slowly spreads them apart, your slick moving with her fingers. She carefully places her two fingers into her mouth and moans at your taste, her eyes now locked in on you.

Her fingers lead back to your pussy for the 3rd time; this time, she pushes her two wet fingers into your cunt. A loud moan ejects from your mouth.

"Oh baby, you're already clenchin' around my fingers, and I haven't even moved them yet.

It was almost like you forgot to talk at that moment. The one thing you had been craving was finally here. The only way you could express your pleasure was to moan into her.

You were a mess, to say the least. Your eyes are drowsy as Natasha speeds her long fingers into your pussy, slick running down your soft thighs. Your hips bucked back and forth to meet the fast thrust of Natasha's fingers.

Natasha's thumb makes contact with your clit, rolling the bud in a circular motion. Shattered breaths and whimpers escape from your mouth, the room filling with the sound of your wetness. Her fingers curl slightly into your cunt, and a low plea finds its way out of you.

"I can feel you squeezing around me, my love. Are you close already? You poor thing, do I make you feel good?" she asks.

"Mm-ph, yes!" You manage to squeal. Natasha pulls her now, sopping wet fingers out of your cunt right as you are on the edge. You knew it was too good to be true. The way she gave into you so easily.

"Think you deserve to cum that fucking easy, my good girl?"

You were too fucked out to reply to Natasha, only moaning and lifting your hips up to her leg, which she quickly moves away, leaving you no source of pleasure.

"Answer my question, baby. Do you think a little disobedient slut like you deserves to cum?"

"N-no."

"That's a Good answer, my love. I have two options: I can leave you needy all night and not touch you, or you can work for it. Which one?

"Two." You groan out, your high thoroughly washed over now, bringing you back to reality. Natasha just smiles at you and walks away for a few minutes. Coming back in only her sports bra and a pair of Calvin Klein boxers that had that seemingly noticeable bulge.

Natasha gets on the bed again, lying down and signaling her eyes at you to straddle her.

"Natasha, what are you actually doing?" You question her as you move your body on hers.

"Gotta work for what you want. And...you do want to cum tonight, don't you?"

You tilted your head slightly and moved it slowly, in deliberate motion, indicating your agreement or understanding.

"Then you can ride my fucking cock and cum that way, okay?"

"You're not going to help?" you ask her. You were never able to get off without Natasha's help. It was almost impossible, ever since the first time you both had the most intimate sex ever, she had a chokehold on you.

"Why do you need my help? You can go and flirt with other people, so I suspect you can do this, can't you?

You give a subtle nod, feeling a hint of skepticism creeping up. It's hard to believe that what you've just heard is true. Nonetheless, you try to keep an open mind and remain composed.

"The more you wait, the further away you are from coming."

You don't waste a second longer. You plam the outside of Natasha's gray boxers. She lets out a little sigh and grasps your ass. After feeling her through her boxers, you slowly pull them down, her large strap springing up and hitting her stomach. She looks you up and down smugly, her abs clenching at the thought of you.

You slowly spit on her cock, sliding your hand up and down her base as she just watches. You finally start to sit down, her cock, your face already contouring with pleasure. Natasha throws her hands behind her head, loving the view of your hands on her stomach as you sink down on her cock.

You need no time to start riding her like your life depended on it. Whispers of her name leave your mouth as you feel how she stuffs you.

"Keep on riding me just like that, love."

You move your hips back and forth, trying to get an immense amount of pleasure out of riding her. Your high wasn't building, only the frustration that came with it. You speed up your hips. Nothing. You try bouncing up and down on her cock. Nothing. She can tell that you are struggling; it's evident in your face and the rhythm of your slurred movements.

Natasha loves seeing you like this. She knows she's why you have difficulty coming undone without her help. She knows that no other lousy girl can fuck you the way she does. You were hers.

"Natasha, please. I'm sorry for what I did. I promise it's not going to happen again." You whine out to her, and your eyes start to water.

"Fine, but only because you asked so nicely."

Nat positions her legs in a bent way where your back can lean against them. Her hips quickly get to work. Fucking themselves into you at a rapid pace. The room was filled with moans from both of your mouths and the sound of skin slapping against one another.

"Look so fucking pretty like this. Can't even fuck yourself without my help. Pathetic."

You only moan at her words that bring you closer to the edge, her hips moving at a slower pace but fucking yours harder. Her hands gripped your ass tightly as she fucked you, not giving two fucks if the neighbors heard you. She wanted them to know that you were hers.

Your eyes are closed; your focus is on how good Natasha fucks your efforts.

"This pussy is so tight, shit." She moans out to you.

"So close, Nat, please don't stop."

And she doesn't. She works her hips like a god, her eyes fixated on how your greedy pussy swallows her cock. She's mesmerized by it all.

"Go ahead, baby, cum all over this cock." You need no other confirmation. Your eyes squeeze shut even harder, and your grip on her hips becomes stronger as high-pitched moans leave your mouth. You body slumps down on Natasha's as you catch your breath, she admires you from above.

"you did so well for me, y/n. But I don't know if I'm down with you yet, sweetheart.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x female #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #marvel #natasha x reader #marvel smut

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bxddiebloss · 4 months

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✦ In which Yuta Okkotsu steps in.

✦ Fluff. Tension. Fighting.

⟡ A/N: This is a part two to the part one, but can also be read as a one shot!

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Everyone knows that Yuta is a sweet boy, a golden retriever, if you will. That’s why it’s such a shock when he gets up from the table that he and your friends were sitting at and comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, in a protective manner, which also leads onto what is going to happen next.

Looking at the stranger dead in the eyes, he asks you, “Who’s this, babe?” And the guy looks scared out of his mind because who wouldn’t be scared of a 5’9” guy with dark blue eyes and dark hair? He also looks like he’s never gotten sleep in his life! Maybe he’s secretly a murderer, and he’s not completely wrong about that.

“Oh! Uhm, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were taken!” The stranger replies, which is kind stupid because you’ve been telling him the whole time that you had a boyfriend and he just hasn’t been listening. This man’s ego is probably the biggest thing in the world.

“Really? Then why are you all over my girl when she’s clearly told you off?” Yuta says as his voice becomes deeper. Obviously, this excites you, and it also excites your friends as you hear them whistling and howling in laughter, or in embarrassment? You don’t know. But you do know that Yuta is going to make sure that everyone in the bar knows that your his tonight.

“Listen man! I didn’t really know any better! I thought it was just best to have some fun! I really didn’t know she was taken,” he states as he looks you desperately for help. Whether he gets let go or beat up all depends on you. Yuta then leans down and whispers something in your ear, and you see the stranger in front of you start breathing more heavily.

“Baby, do you wanna let him go or do you want me to show him a lesson for messing with my girl, huh?” Yuta whispers while his hands start roaming on the side of your body.

You really try to think about it, you do, but something just gets you excited when you see your boyfriend fight. You do feel sort of sorry for the stranger, maybe he’ll learn a lesson for the next time he goes to a bar, but maybe he might not even step foot into a bar ever again.

“I want you to show him a lesson, please,” you squeal. And a second later, you’re being passed onto Inumaki and Maki while Yuta rolls his sleeves of his white button up.

A crowd is starting to watch, some drunk and egging Yuta on, while others are looking around, hoping for someone to stop them.

The stranger is now terrified. He lifts his foot to turn around and run away until he’s grabbed by the neck, getting punched straight in the face, nose bleeding.

Everyone is now watching the scene unfold in front of them and they’re chanting “Fight! Fight! Fight!” As Yuta is now on top of the stranger, beating him down. The guy does get a few punches in, but it’s not enough.

A few more seconds pass by until Yuta is being held back by the security. He wipes the blood off of his lips and looks at you with a dangerous smile.

Let’s say that your group got kicked out that night, maybe forever.

#yuta oneshot #yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #jjk okkotsu

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roolette · 5 months

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Bi han,johnny cage,raiden with a fem reader who's a golden retriever vibes(especially bi han I'm a slut for golden retriever and black cat duos)

Waaaa this is so cute omg!!

Bi-Han

A pairing that surprised most people, yet works out so well

You balance each other out, and that’s what’s great about it. Bi-Han has the tendency to get in his head and take himself too seriously, so having someone like you in his life is really helpful

You’re the best at getting him to laugh. People think he’s tough to crack, but those people don’t know him like you do

Don’t tell anyone, but he likes to lie against your chest after a long day and let you run your fingers through his hair. No one else is allowed to see him like this. He trusts you

On the other hand, he helps you know when you need to slow down, relax, and focus. He admires your energy, but everyone gets burnt out sometimes. He reminds you to pace yourself

Please surprise him with random kisses. Please do it. It catches him so off guard and it’s so cute

Basically you guys are the couple ever and it’s so sweet

Johnny Cage

Golden retriever for golden retriever couple Fr

Sometimes you too get into such energetic, fast and heated conversations that literally no one around you can decipher what you’re saying

You two are SO cuddly with each other. You’ll sit in his lap and pepper his face with kisses. Did I mention he’s ticklish?

Late night conversations that leave your stomachs hurting from laughter

You two keep up with each other’s energy easily. He makes a movie reference? You’re shooting back with one right away. 3 am snack run? He’s already at the door

Random piggy back rides from him. Need I say more

On a serious note, Johnny really cherishes your relationship. It feels like he’s found someone who sees his more outgoing and extroverted traits as positive traits, not just something they have deal with. You’re someone who likes all of him, not just selective aspects of him

Power couple Fr

Raiden

PLEASE. Give him ALL the love and affection in the world

He loves your energy, and with the two of you together, there is just so much love to give. He likes to hold you in his arms and just kiss every inch of your face

Your energy matches, but you can EASILY fluster him. Whisper in his ear, run your hand across his arm? He’s swooning immediately

He’s someone who has a lot of love, and needs someone who can match that. Luckily, you’re the perfect person

He’s easy to make laugh, so you gotta use this to your advantage. His nose scrunches up when he laughs and it’s the cutest thing

An achingly sweet relationship

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat imagine #mk imagine #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #bi han x reader #bi han mk #bi han #raiden #raiden x reader

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mxtantrights · 10 days

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Helloo i absolutely adore your work especially the jason todd works. I was wondering if you could maybe do a jason todd x golden retriever reader who is like stop my boyfriend is here bye! Kinda girl 🥹 please and thank you

a/n: thank you so much for the sweet message!! I hope you enjoy the blurb below and you're always welcome in my inbox <33

You leave the man to go to the bathroom. You know Jason would be coming over anyways so you might as well hurry, that way you can spend more time with him. So you go to the bathroom without a second thought.

Yeah the guy who walked up to talk to you was clingy. But you didn't want to engage with him. You told him that your boyfriend was at the bar getting drinks. He didn't believe you. So you decided to let him find out on his own. All you left him with was a "my boyfriends coming to talk to you!"

Jason sets your drinks down as the man stands up from his seat.

"I'm not a good man. You should know that." Jason says.

"What?" the guy asks.

"You're over here, crowding my girlfriends space and talking her ear off. I want to tell you, I'm not a good man." Jason continues.

"What does that even mean?" The guy asks again.

Jason sighs, "She's the light of my life. One of the only good things I've got going for me. She was nice enough to walk away, you want to walk away?"

"I think I'll wait until she comes back and confirms you are her actual boyfriend." The guy answers.

Jason scoffs, "That's the problem now a days. Guys like you who can't take no."

"What are you gonna do about it?" The guy asks Jason.

Jason sets the drinks down, already having put the covers on them just incase. He's glad he did. He looks right at the sleezebag trying his arm hardest to deny the fact that you have a boyfriend and it was him.

"I'm gonna teach you no. The hard way." Jason says.

The guys eyes widen but he doesn't anticipate how quick Jason can be. How quick he can put his hands on someone and lay them out flat. It doesn't even take him ten seconds. It's actually less than five.

Jason grabs the man by the shirt and slides him across the bar floors. Which are a health hazard on their own. Jason is doing him a favor by not giving him any open wounds he might need a shot after this.

The guy goes sliding across the bar floor and right into the wall furthest from Jason. It happens to be the wall that connects to the bathrooms. You walk right out and see the man on the floor and Jason standing over at your shared booth.

You look down at the guy with a smile, "I see you met my boyfriend."

#dc x reader #dc imagine #dc blurbs #dc #Jason todd x reader #Jason todd imagine #Jason todd burb #Jason todd

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altf4d3lete · 2 months

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No bc if I wait YEARS only for WEYLER to become canon… y’all that will be my LAST. STRAW.

Because you’re gonna sit here and tell me to my face that Wednesday would forgive someone who rendered Eugene, a kid she SEES AS HER BROTHER comatose??? And you’re gonna expect me to believe that she’d forgive him for that after he SAID HE LIKED IT?

I do not care that he’s a monster and “an Addams would go for him because he’s a serial killer” yeah, maybe if he hadn’t been directly involved in injuring THREE people she cares immensely about and then said he ENJOYED it. Like PLEASE. There is a werewolf literally right in front of you who follows Wednesday around like a golden retriever (stop calling Tyler a golden retriever PLEASE he is not one) and you’re gonna pass her up??? As if Wednesday wouldn’t go for a girl with a sunny disposition but can actually kill you? Weyler’s whole argument is she likes the “sweet but dark type” as if Enid wasn’t ready to rip Tyler’s throat out the second he put his hands on Wednesday bffr. (Also where was Tyler’s extreme act of service?? Enid literally RISKED HER LIFE, went running without even knowing if she would shift or not. He did nothing for Wednesday compared to Enid)

And it doesn’t matter whether his feelings were real or not, let’s be honest. Because bro said what he said and there is contextually 0 evidence that he’s a split personality between the Hyde and Tyler, there’s contextually 0 evidence that his feelings were real beyond the attraction he had upon first meeting her, as far as we know he was playing her the whole time. Even if his feelings were real that still doesn’t mean she’d forgive him. And yeah, maybe he got a kick out of manipulating her because he himself was manipulated and liked having a sense of control but that doesn’t excuse it??? Bro actively mocked her, said he enjoyed killing her friends, and some of you guys are like “yup she’s into that”

GUYS. If the Addams family taught Wednesday one thing it would be loyalty to those you love. And Tyler BROKE that and enjoyed doing it just as she started to trust him. Like let’s do some contextual analysis here.

If the writers go down that route, they do NOT know Wednesday at all bc girlypop would never forgive him for hurting Enid and Eugene.

Anyways I just had to get that out, it’s four in the morning. Sorry to feed into ship wars but I just can’t 😔

Edit: it’s no longer 4 in the am but it was when I wrote this

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #tyler galpin #netflix #wenclair

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Kissing Headcanons Part 5 (Baizhu, Thoma, Albedo, Scaramouche)

Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7

(Reader's gender is not mentioned)

Baizhu’s health prevents him from indulging in heated make outs with you. He wants to please you, but whenever the two of you get lost in the kiss until your breaths run short, Baizhu erupts into coughing fits. He doesn’t want to ruin the mood with his coughs, so he opts for short and sweet pecks instead. He smiles softly at you when he presses his lips to yours in a tender kiss, accompanied by Changsheng’s disgusted noises telling the two of you to get a room. Baizhu frequently chides her for her rude commentary, but in truth Changsheng is happy that Baizhu found someone as wonderful as you to call his lover. The Liyuan doctor could use more support in his life, and she’s happy that you give him some much-needed company.

Baizhu’s favorite places to kiss you are your forehead and wrist. He’s a doctor so he can’t help but press his lips against your forehead or wrist to discreetly check on your health. He takes note of your body temperature, pulse, and skin condition, feeling relieved when he finds them to be normal, or chiding you to get more sleep and eat healthier if he finds anything amiss. Baizhu knows you’ll just tell him to stop worrying if he asks to do a checkup on you unprompted, but he can’t, which is why he resorts to using affectionate actions to disguise his intentions. However, he genuinely does want to show you his love with kisses and affection. Doing minor health checkups on you is just another form of his love and care towards you. You’re very dear to him, which is why he wants to make sure you’re healthy, especially if he has the capacity to help you.

In terms of receiving kisses, Baizhu really enjoys it when you kiss his temples or cheeks. Just simple, short pecks are enough to make him feel loved and cherished by you. As a doctor, Baizhu is always taking care of patients and oftentimes stretches himself thin to cure their ailments, so having someone show care towards him in exchange is a pleasant surprise. It makes his heart swell with warmth whenever you kiss his face, a tender smile pulling at his lips as he enjoys receiving your care.

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Thoma’s kisses are very loving. He is affectionate by nature and expresses his love for those close to him on a regular basis, but he has an especially large amount of love to give you, his lover. He really enjoys kissing you anywhere on your face, but if he had to choose, he’d say your lips are his favorite place to kiss because he feels the most connected to you that way.

When kissing, Thoma likes to cradle your face in his warm palms, gently angling your head into the most comfortable position for whatever type of kiss the two of you are sharing. Thoma’s kisses are more on the chaste side, but they always fill you with so much warmth and comfort because without him even having to say it, you can feel how much love he feels for you through his kisses. The protective way his arms wrap around you, the tender and gentle manner in which he caresses your face, the loving smile and gaze he directs your way— they all say I’m here, you’re safe with me. And you truly do feel your worries and anxieties melt away each time Thoma kisses you. You can’t quite explain it, but the sensation of safety and support he gives you with his touch is enough to make you believe that everything truly will be alright.

Despite his innocent, golden retriever-like demeanor, Thoma absolutely can share more heated and passionate kisses with you, especially when he’s feeling frisky. During such times, the retainer likes to swipe his tongue against your lips before slipping it inside your mouth. He’s unexpectedly really good at French kissing, knowing all the right ways in intertwining your tongues together in the most pleasurable manner, only parting once you’re both short on breath, with a string of saliva joining your mouths together. Even so, Thoma still defaults to sweet and loving kisses because he wants to make you feel safe and loved in his presence. He aims to give you at least two such kisses per day—once in the morning and a second time before bed when his retainer duties at the Kamisato Estate are finished. Sharing kisses with you always brightens his mood and fills him with the energy and determination he needs to carry out his duties quickly so he can return to your side and see your beautiful smile again.

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Albedo has read enough books and seen enough couples to know that kissing between lovers is supposed to be an expression of romantic love that happens in the spur of the moment. After he gets into a relationship with you and dates you for a while, Albedo becomes curious to know what kissing feels like. And who else would be better to test it out with than with his lover?

Though he knows that in theory kissing is supposed to happen when both parties are in the ‘mood’, Albedo takes a more… scientific approach. When the two of you face each other in preparation for said kiss, Albedo’s mind will focus on the little things rather than the big picture. He calculates the angles at which your heads are tilted, the elevation of your lips, the pressure with which the kiss happens, its duration, etc… It’s a proper kiss, but you can’t help but feel like something is lacking. As nice as Albedo’s lips feel, the kiss itself is stiff and bereft of romance. Albedo also feels like this kiss wasn’t as magical as what the romance novels he read described.

Seeing the disappointment on your face, Albedo realizes that he’s missing something. After some reflection, he concludes that the kiss wasn’t as enjoyable for both you and him because he was approaching it as he would an experiment. He simply wanted to give you the best first kiss and thought that getting every aspect of it perfect would please you, but he forgot the most important thing: affection. It’s not enough to simply do the motions, he needed to put his feelings into it too.

With a solution in mind, when Albedo kisses you a second time, the difference is palpable. Gone is the analytical overthinking, replaced by tender touches and warm smiles. Albedo lovingly traces your cheek with the back of his hand while kissing you, and tucks away a strand of your hair behind your ear, whispering a gentle phrase of adoration when he breaks the kiss. It’s a completely different experience that leaves your heart racing and your cheeks warm. Mirth flashes in Albedo’s eyes at seeing you look so awestruck by his different style of kiss, happy that he got it right this time. He teases you about it with an amused smile, pleased to see your cheeks flush in response. From then on, Albedo will abandon his analytical approach to romance and instead focus more on just enjoying the tender moments with you that feel just as enchanting as the romance stories made it out to be.

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Scaramouche may put up a snarky attitude and indifferent front, but despite his prickly demeanor, his kisses are surprisingly gentle. He may not be the most outwardly affectionate person, but he does genuinely care about you and your wellbeing and doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you by kissing you too aggressively. He’s lost a lot of people he cared about in his life, and he’s scared that if he treats you poorly or hurts you on accident, then you’ll leave him. As such, it takes him a long time to work up the courage to kiss you. You even thought that he wasn’t interested in such intimacy with how he avoided the subject for the longest time, but during a moment when you managed to get his walls to come down and expose his tender heart, Scaramouche is overcome with affection and takes the plunge. He caresses your cheek in his palm before leaning in to gently press his lips to yours, catching you by surprise in the most pleasant way.

His actions speak louder than his words, expressing his true feelings that he doesn’t have the courage to say aloud, but you can feel his love for you through his tender and gentle touch. When Scaramouche pulls away, he looks at you with a rarely seen vulnerability, studying your face with a certain level of seriousness, as if trying to gauge how you felt about the kiss. It meant a lot to him since he essentially fully let you into his heart, something he hasn’t done in hundreds of years because of how painful the other times were. But you are special enough to make him take that risk again. Don’t tease Scaramouche about how serious he looks after your first kiss, he’ll blush and say a snarky remark with a frown on his face, feeling embarrassed by your teasing and will avoid kissing you again for a long time afterwards.

From then on, Scaramouche will stick to giving you gentle and lengthy kisses, enjoying the contact of your lips against his. However, if you stay persistent and provoke him enough (or make him jealous), he will snap and kiss you more aggressively, mashing your lips together in a rough kiss that will leave your lips slightly swollen. He’ll feel a little bad for being so rough with you so expect some indirect aftercare later, but a part of him will secretly feel smug about it. In his opinion, your kiss-swollen lips will signal to others that you’re his, and it’s a very satisfying feeling indeed.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #baizhu x reader #thoma x reader #albedo x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #These just keep getting longer and longer. I'll go back and redo part 1

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asl trio when there s/o doesnt say ily back please? also i luv ur writingg!

a/n - why do I feel like Sabo would just start sobbing. 😭 also I’m adding shanks bec why not 💜

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, Sabo sobbing for 15 minutes straight

You’re supposed to say it back

- I imagine that shanks wouldn’t really let you get away with it 👀

- “Bye baby! I’m just gonna go to the town to buy some things before we leave. Benn and Roux will help me if I need it.”

- Shanks tenderly hugged you to his chest and pressed a kiss on your forehead, “I love you, I miss you already.”

- “You’re still holding me.”

- You waved goodbye to him, starting to walk away while purposely not saying I love you back to him. You thought it’d be funny to see his reaction

- He grabbed your wrist gently, “Hm- you’re forgetting something?”

- “what?? I have my bag, weapon, and a jacket.. Im not forgetting anything!” You feigned innocence, and you could see his expression dropping down

- depression surrounded the emperor as he slouched over, almost pouting at you, very impatiently waiting for you to say it back to him (before he threw a temper tantrum)

- you laughed, god he was such a baby sometimes

- “I love you too shanks.”

- his face lit up again, and he pressed his lips to yours, holding the back of your neck softly with his rough hand

- “You were hurting my feelings for a second.”

- “It would’ve hurt more than when my arm got bitten off.” 💀

- The amount of times Luffy says “I love you” throughout the day is sometimes amazing

- when you get up in the morning, “I love you y/n!”

- breakfast: love you!! (Gimme your food)

- randomly walking in on him taking a shit: oh hi y/n! I love youuuuu!

- yeah you get the point 😭

- and you never fail to always tell him that you love him too

- except for today, you thought it’d be funny to see how he reacted

- it was time to go to the town with Nami and Robin, and of course, luffy wanted to go with you guys

- “Luffy- just stay on the ship this time! I’ll bring you some meat back, k?”

- “Ok- fine.. Love you y/n!”

- he always gives you little kisses on both of your cheeks before you go (pls help I’m sobbing 😭💜)

- “Bye Lu :)”

- Even robin was a bit shocked, you didn’t say it back

- hell, zoro even opened his other eye and sanji lifted his bangs up to look at you

- you started walking, and Nami was concerned, did something happen between the two of you???

- “Luffy.. Did you do something bad?” Usopp asked with a wince, whispering in his ear

- Luffy looked angry, but sad, but hungry, but confused

- “Y/NNNNN! Why didn’t you say it back?!”

- You looked back with fake confusion on your face, “I said I love you!” -Luffy

- “I know!! I Heard you! Bye!”

- man sprinted over to you and shook you by the shoulders, smothering you with hugs and kisses

- “SAY IT BACK!”

- You were getting dizzy, so you gave up, “Ok ok! It was a joke calm down- I love you Luffy.”

- he laughed, “Shishishi~ love you too! Please bring back a lot of meat!”

- lesson learned, you never did that again

- ace is the perfect definition of a golden retriever boyfriend

- he needs constant love and affection, and when he doesn’t get it, he kind of melts down in a sense (I JUST REALIZED THATS KIND OF A JOKE)

- “Y/n! Be careful please k? Love you.” He said, pecking your cheek before you nodded with a smile, waving goodbye to him

- Was he going insane? You said that you loved him back right?

- “Hey pops- did y/n say they loved me back?”

- “…”

- Marco was desperately trying to tell Whitebeard to just say that you did so ace wouldn’t go into overthinking panic mode, but the poor guy didn’t seem to understand the frantic hand motions

- “Uh. No?”

- “POPS.” -Marco

- ace started to panic, what did he do today?!

- you both woke up at 2pm, cuddled for another hour, ate food together.. He fell asleep on your lap.. he was writing a letter to Luffy.

- wait. he was writing a letter to Luffy.. AND MAYBE YOU THOUGHT IT WAS TO SOMEONE ELSE?!

- he sprinted after you, tripping over every single rock in his path, pebbles and all

- he skidded in front of you, panting, “Y/n! I promise I was writing a letter to Luffy, not anyone else! I only love you ok? Please believe me- I’m sorry for not telling you!”

- you were concerned and felt bad that your little prank spiraled down into this-

- “Ace it was a little joke- I wanted to see how you reacted. I’m sorry baby- I love you so much k?”

- you ended up taking him shopping with you, and you had a 6ft tall fire golden retriever running around and grabbing things he through reminded him of you 🥺🥺

- sabo was about to head off to report to dragon, and he was giving you a hug and soft kisses before he left

- “I love you y/n, I’ll be back soon.” He said softly, moving your hair behind your ear

- “Ok, good luck sabo, i know you’ll do great!”

- he was a bit taken aback because he could’ve sworn that you didn’t… Say that you loved him back?

- he waved goodbye with the same expression written on his face the entirety of his walk to Dragon’s office

- “Sabo? You ok?” -koala

- He just started crying, and Koala had to bring tissues to try and calm him down

- he was fanning his face, his eyes puffy and his nose punk from wiping the snot away so many times

- “I don’t know- *sniffle* what I did! Y/n didn’t say “i love you” back to me- *sniffle*”

- pls he’s sobbing rn

- “Koala have you seen Sabo-?” -dragon

- dragon had never left the room so fast (he left faster than when he left Luffy)

- man forgot about the whole meeting- he’s never seen Sabo cry like this before! What the hell did you do??

- “Sabo- im sure y/n loves you! Maybe they just forgot or didn’t hear you?”

- you ended up following the sounds of muffled sobs and had to comfort your poor boyfriend for about 20 minutes before he stopped crying

- “I’m sorry Sabo- I didn’t mean to make you feel bad! It was just a joke.. I love you so much ok?”

- *sniffle* “Now everyone saw me crying- this is embarrassing.”

- he’s now just nuzzling into your chest for comfort, and you decided to never do this prank again because god this was painful

- seeing him cry like that hurt your soul 😭

a/n - tagging @figgydooo bec I saw your ask 💜💜

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hades-in-bloom · 10 months

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Quit | Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

content: assumed older Leon, assumed age gap, golden retriever boyfriend with attitude, mentions of PTSD and light panic attacks, mentions of death, gn!reader, no mentions of y/n

author’s note: this man should be protected at all costs, you can’t tell me otherwise. might proofread later. as always, proceed at your own risk.

word count: still a drabble.

xoxo

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He falls apart one day when you least expect him to, in the middle of the coffee shop, and you rush from your table towards the counter, where Leon juggles the change. His hands are shackled with heavy tremor. You don’t know what triggered him, but you know this frantic look that he has after particularly bad assignments. He doesn’t talk though, neither to you nor to the therapist assigned by the DSO. Appreciative of the mental health support offered by the agency, you hate his job with fiery passion.

You pull him to the side, helping out with putting the change back to his wallet. His breathing is ragged, and he clings to your palm, squeezing it in his own nice and tight. You thank the higher power that your favourite coffee corner is quite empty at this hour of the day. You couldn’t care less of what the staff would think of you.

You slide your free hand under his thick jacket and onto his heart in a desperate attempt to calm him down. It pains you to see him this way. Especially when he can’t stand feeling powerless and in need of assistance himself. Years of flying solo made him annoyingly self-sufficient.

He needs a minute, but then nods at you in reassurance, when barista calls out your order. You are spending precious seconds picking up two americanos before dragging Leon outside. He grabs onto the paper cup like his life depends on it, and makes a sip despite your attempts of preventing him from consuming caffeine. You don’t think it’s a good idea, taking his condition into account, but he doesn’t listen.

“You have to talk to me, Kennedy,” you sound a bit grumpy, but only because you worry about him. You plead openly. “Please, Leon.”

He scoffs bitterly into the hot beverage and takes his time before meeting your gaze with his own. His sudden panic attack seems to bridle by that point.

“I wish I could,” he assures. “It’s not that simple”.

You resent his excuses now more than ever. You do your best when trying to keep yourself together, and you spend some time walking in silence before reaching one of the benches in the park. New York is in its full glory this time of the year.

“Quit,” you say suddenly after placing yourself at the wooden bench with sights of the dated graffiti here and there. You let your stubbornness take over you, when you press on. “Why can’t you quit?”

The horrors that he has seen were unimaginable. It’s not even a figure a speech at this point. You can't imagine it as you have no idea what he does, but you don’t like how size of his paycheque seems to correlate with the level of danger that his job poses.

“I help people,” he replies quickly, and, although you want to, you can’t feel proud of him right now. He means a world to you, but sometimes you don’t know if he truly thinks the same about you. You know it’s your anger talking.

“After all these years you should have helped enough, shouldn't you?” You are harsh and impatient, and he eyes you with caution and sudden curiosity as he doesn’t see you this way before – righteously furious. Leon doesn’t know what to do with you, when he’s generally very good at thinking on his feet.

You both drink your coffee in heavy silence for a bit, listening to the chatter in the park; someone is playing a violin with their melody being too tragic to your liking.

He sighs loudly, visibly irritated, first. He doesn’t like it when two of you fight.

“What would I even do, if I quit?” His question makes you raise your brows. You don’t believe that he entertains a thought of quitting his job, but you appreciate the effort. Although you wouldn’t mind staying mad at him a tad longer.

“Marry me,” you say right away, without thinking too much. Leon can bet that you took choosing your coffee this morning more seriously, but you don’t backtrack. Sly smile is appearing on your lips, and you regret for a moment that you are in public. “I will make sure that you are busy.”

Leon is lost for words for a moment before he catches himself grinning despite his best attempts not to.

“Savage,” he calls you out mercilessly. Despite your conversation bearing a certain degree of absurdity, you definitely like him better now than moments before, when he was gasping for air back in the coffee shop.

Despite your playful mood, you don’t let him off the hook easily.

“You can’t die on me, Kennedy,” you have already accompanied him to way too many funerals to draw your own conclusions. “You better believe me, when I say that I’ll haunt you in the afterlife, if you do.”

Leon finishes his coffee at that time and throws out the paper cup before taking a place next to you at the bench. His look giving you sudden chills.

“They say in the vows, ‘till death do us part. Should we think of changing it for our ceremony?”

It takes you a never-ending second to realise what he did, and then it hits you. You can’t help it but stare at him in disbelief when he clearly enjoys the effect of his own words.

“You are unbelievable,” you conclude with conviction. This bastard just shrugs it off.

“That wasn’t me who started it, sweetheart.”

You want to slap him, but he kisses you instead, and you forget about the rest of the world for a bit. You lean into him, and the violin sounds in the distance do not seem that tragic to you anymore.

#leon drabble #leon s. kennedy #vendetta leon kennedy #infinite darkness #death island leon kennedy #death island #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #older leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon fluff #re4 remake #leon kennedy

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i-smoke-chapstick · 3 months

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Mal!wally with an equally obsessed reader? Jade West style? wow, that looks hot.

,CHERRY BOMB’

-EVIL!WALLY CLARK X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; yandere/evil hcs w wally clark, with an equally obsessed jadewest!reader!

⋆ tags/warnings. wally clark x female reader. obsessive behavior. wally being feral! Also, made reader more like Jade! So this includes Jade’s aesthetic and some physical attributes such as peircings, etc.

♫ “Down the streets I'm the girl next door, I'm the fox you've been waiting for.” ♫ Cherry Bomb by The Runaways

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

• Let me just say, wow.

• Anon you are right- because you two are the hottest couple in that goddamn school.

• Wally looks at you with so much adoration. Knowing you belong to him, that he has you. That you’re just as infatuated.

• He is hard

• In all seriousness, he loves you. You reciprocating that is all he’s ever asked for. It’s perfect for him.

• He’s a naturally jealous person, although he will attempt to cover it up. The more you let your jealousy be known though, the more he finds it hard to control his. He becomes comfortable with his outbursts.

• Becomes less nice with you, more rough.

• “Whats the matter? You can take what you dish out, yeah?”

• You love it. And it spurs him on.

• He has a bad habit of picking at your peircings, invading your private space.

• In his eyes, you two are now mutually devoted to one another. There is no such thing as personal space.

• As Rhonda said, he is a golden retriever. His dedication and loyalty has only increased ten-fold now.

• Speaking of Rhonda, he won’t let you anywhere near her. Nuh uh. He hates seeing you two- the matching black outfits. You two look like you belong together, and in his words;

• “It just pisses me off. Don’t talk to her.”

• Aside from this, he is facinated with your aesthetic. He makes you watch the breakfast club in the school library with him at least ten times over, telling you how much you two are just like Allison and Andrew.

• He was a highschool jock. He was used to having the cheerleaders fawn over him. The difference is; he never paid them a passing glance. But you? You are his everything. The light of his life. He practically worships you- loves you like a dog. So when you show your devotion, whether it be a snide comment to someone your jealous of, or a full on makeout session in front of whatever ghost holds his attention (as if he even has an attention span), it makes him weak in the knees.

• I mean this literally. He’s definitely the type to get on his knees for you, reassuring you in MANY talkative whispers that he is only yours.

• “They don’t mean a thing. Not to me. They are nothing. Nothing compares to you, (Y/N). Please, trust me.”

• If you want someone out of his life just say the word- and they are gone. You’ll never see him around them again.

• If another ghost asks either of you out, he makes it a point to show off your relationship blatantly. He is unafraid of PDA. And if they persist? Well, someones getting clocked in the face by a 6’2 athlete. Even if he was the one said ghost was hitting on.

• He’s hopelessly devoted to you.

#x reader #wally clark headcanons #wally clark fic #wally clark #wally clark x reader #school spirits #evil!wallyclark #yandere!wallyclark #mal!wallyclark #milo manheim x reader #milo manheim #yandere #yandere x reader #wally clark x maddie nears

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slafkovskys · 5 months

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𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 ❈ 𝔥𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔰 𝔵 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩

summary: in which it all comes crashing down

word count: 2.2k

warning(s): angst, language

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she runs because it’s easier than facing the reality of the situation.

she’s supposed to be on a plane with her friends, sipping champagne and giggling over stupid gossip for six hours until they touch down in cabo. she’s supposed to be spending the last spring break of her college career partying and not thinking about her future. she’s supposed to be one too many margaritas deep, giggling over the cute boys her friends were talking about hooking up with because they would never have to see them again. she’s supposed to be having fun.

instead, she’s sitting on the dock, sock-covered feet hovering over water that was damn near frozen, the exact opposite of the mexican beaches and warm waves she was supposed to be pushing through right now.

no, she’s trapped in the tail end of a michigan winter, wondering what her own boys would think of her as soon as she broke the news to them. did she even reserve the right to call them hers anymore? the thought had plagued her from the second she had found out.

she had isolated herself at the lake house, cutting off all communication from the outside world. well, except for the neighbor’s golden retriever who had very excitedly trotted over and licked at her palm on the walk that she had forced herself to take earlier in the day. she even mustered up a little grin for him which she swore that he returned. if she never saw that dog again, if these were her last days in this neighborhood, she would remember that phantom smile.

her phone had been off since she had arrived the morning before. it was the easiest thing, she figured, disappearing and not having to explain anything to anybody for a few more days while she tried to figure out if there was anything to explain. she knew people would notice.

her parents absolutely would when she didn’t send any pictures from her trip.

the three boys who immediately filed for a leave of absence from their respective teams once yasmin had called them, letting them know she had gone off the grid and not even her roommate knew where she had gone, absolutely did. of course, she wasn’t aware that their sudden departure had made league headlines and the rumor mill was swirling with thoughts of what could have caused all three hughes brothers to leave at the same time.

truthfully, she wasn’t surprised to hear the sound of a car coming down the driveway. she knew that it would only be a matter of time before the boys heard of what she had done and sent someone to come and look for her when their messages continued to go unanswered. she is surprised, though, to see jack come tearing through the back door, freezing on the patio before shouting, “she’s out here!”

her eyes go wide as he makes his way down the hill towards her, luke and quinn hot on his trail. she blinks slowly, “you- you’ve got a game right now.”

“and you tell your friends that you’ve changed your mind about the trip you’ve all had planned since last year, go missing, and stop answering your phone,” quinn scoffs, “sorry that we prioritized.”

“you- you gotta go. i didn’t mean for all of you to come here,” she mumbles, avoiding their eyes. the gazes that they were sending weren’t harsh or judgemental, only concerned. she swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed her hair away from her face, “i just wanted to be alone for a few days, i promise.”

“you’re lying,” luke says and her stomach sinks. she shakes her head and he narrows his eyes at her, “look at us when you say that nothing is wrong, then.”

“nothing is wrong-”

“that’s the fire pit,” he cuts her off and her shoulders slump, defeated.

“angel, please,” jack takes a step towards her, face falling as she takes a step away from him in response, “can you tell us what we did wrong so that we can fix it?”

she sighs, “you didn’t do anything wrong. it was me. i messed up.”

“how did you-” quinn stops when he sees her shiver. he quickly shrugs off his jacket and is relieved when he lets her wrap it around her body. the wrinkles in his forehead deepen when he feels how cold her skin was and he places a tentative hand on her arm, “how long have you been out here?”

“i don’t know what time it is,” she admits and he makes a face of realization because part of the reason they had raced to this spot was because her phone had been off for over twenty-four hours. she traces part of the dock that was missing a small piece of its wood with her foot, “i saw the sunset and then i kind of just got lost in my thoughts, i guess?”

“jesus-”

“you need to come inside before you get sick,” quinn ushers her up the dock and she allows herself to be tucked into his side. she hears the sound of the grass crunching behind them and she knows that the other two are close behind as he pulls her through the sliding doors. she sighs as the warmth of the house envelops her, tightening quinn’s coat around her body. “shit, we don’t have any food here-”

“i picked up a few things before i got here yesterday. didn’t want to leave,” she admits, taking a seat on the sofa. “you can make yourselves something if you’re hungry-”

“we’re not worried about us, angel. we’re worried about you. you were outside for hours in the cold without a jacket,” jack sighs, “luke, go find something warm for her-”

“i’m pregnant.”

the only sound in the room was the ridiculous clock everyone had begged jack not to buy, the kind that tick-tocked back and forth every single second. she counts 127 ticks before she even hears someone breathe, 18 ticks before someone clears their throat, and 32 more before someone laughs. she keeps her eyes on that clock.

“april fools isn’t for three more weeks, angel,” she can hear luke rubbing his hands on his pants, “seriously, what’s going on?”

“she’s not lying,” jack mutters, “when she lies, she scrunches her nose and can’t stop playing with her fingers. sure she’s not looking at us, but she’s not fucking lying.”

“angel?” quinn calls gently from beside her.

“look in my bag, there’s five of them,” pregnancy tests, she doesn’t have to say the words for them to already know what she means. she hears someone going through her bag and the sound of plastic rubbing against each other, “surprise.”

jack takes them from luke, then offers them to quinn who shakes his head only staring at the five tests that each reflect a single word. quinn clears his throat, “this is- this is why you wanted to come here?”

she sniffs, “i just wanted time to figure it out without having to explain it to anyone.”

“and did you? figure it out, i mean.”

“i cried yesterday and pretty much all of today. i mean, i’m twenty-two. i’m about to graduate from college. i don’t have any plans for after graduation lined up because i don’t know where i’m going to live because…” she trails off. the because of us doesn’t need to be uttered to be understood. for the last three years, she’d had a low-maintenance, on-campus job and an easy-to-work-around school schedule that made jetting from new jersey to vancouver to michigan almost too easy. little thought had been put into what would happen when she had neither of those things to rely on anymore. she pulls the coat tighter around her body once again, “not to mention there’s absolutely no way of knowing whose it is.”

“what do you mean?” her head snaps to jack who attempts to reword, “okay, like, i know what you mean, but how can you know that?”

“the last time that i got my period was right before all-star weekend, the last time i was with all of you within, like, four days. that was, what? six weeks ago? if i haven’t gotten my period since then and i’ve slept with all of you then and all of you after,” she frowns, “there’s no way that i can say, ‘hey jack, this is absolutely, 100% your baby that i’m carrying right now. what do you want to do about it?’”

“what do you want to do about it?” quinn questions.

she turns her attention back to the clock, “i haven’t had time to think. i know that we all talked about our future and what that might look like, but not here. not now. we talked about so many years down the line when we can all be in the same place and have some kind of stability. that’s just not realistic right now.”

“i’m- i won’t lie to you and say that i expected this,” quinn admits, “i feel like you all look to me to have answers for everything, but i don’t for this. i want you to know, though, that whatever you want to do, whatever decision you want to make, i want to be there with you. i support you.”

“me too, but,” jack says and she and quinn both turn to look at the middle hughes, “do we really have to know?”

“what are you asking, jack?”

“i guess what i'm trying to say is, why would we have to find out whose it is?” he clarifies with a shrug of his shoulders, “realistically, we all knew that this would happen at some point, right? and it’s not like we haven’t talked about it before and now she’s- we have a baby. there’s not a single thing inside of me right now that’s going ‘well, what if it isn’t mine?’ my girlfriend, someone that i know that i want to spend the rest of my life with, is pregnant and she’s scared. the only thing that i’m thinking about is protecting her, protecting them. let them know they’re loved and supported right now.”

“i feel the same way,” quinn (who was a few months shy of 28, the leader of a playoff-bound team for the third year in a row now, and had allowed the whispers and wonderings of when he would ever settle down chase after him like a shadow for just as many years) contributes, followed by a lighthearted chuckle, “and i’m not getting any younger. sure there are things that we would have to work out if that’s the route that we decide to take, but i’m here. we’re here, angel.”

it was at that moment that all eyes drifted to the youngest hughes, who ever since he had pulled the tests from her bag, hadn’t let his eyes leave them as if willing them to change. once he notices the silence that had swept over the room, his eyes flick up to find all of the attention on him. he parts his lips, “i-”

“luke?” she whispers, voice shaky. she swallows the lump in her throat, “how do you feel?”

it wasn’t the first time in the nearly three years that they had been doing this that she had asked him that question, but this was the time that held the most weight. she can see the wheels turning in his head, obviously trying to find the right words before he opens his mouth again, “i don’t think that i’m ready for a kid.”

her shoulders fall and she hears someone, she can’t decipher if it was quinn or jack, take a sharp breath from beside her.

“like, this was just supposed to be for fun. we haven’t seriously talked about any of this-”

“fun?” quinn narrows his eyes, “we’ve been ring shopping, luke, all three of us! we had an entire conversation over the break about her changing her name when that time came. that was your fucking idea if i remember correctly-”

“i was drinking!” he insists, rubbing a hand over his face, “this- i’m not ready for any of this.”

“okay,” she stares at the boy to whom she had first uttered the words ‘i love you,’ the one to whom she had given all of herself first, and nods her head, “if that’s what you want.”

“y/n-” and he hadn’t called her by her real name in years.

“leave,” she says, watching as his face changes to one of disbelief and her eyes narrow, “i’m not going to beg you to stay if you don’t want to be here. you want out? i’m giving you the out. please go.”

and she watches as he pushes himself out of the chair and walks out of the door. it doesn’t feel real until she hears a car door slam and the sound of gravel turning under the weight of wheels, headlights retreating from the window as he leaves her, leaves them behind.

and then, just like that, there were three.

the aftermath

#hughes bros x angel #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes imagine #luke hughes imagine #jack hughes imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #my work

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patrophthia · 1 year

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how you get the girl | regulus black

pairing: CFO!regulus black x best friend!reader

genre: fluff, song fic, love confession under the rain, more fluffffff, muggle CFO!au where the marauders all work together, regulus being babied (as he should) golden retriever reg, not beta read

wc: 1.7k?

this is request ! thank u for sending it in, i know this is a month late but here it is anyways!!

Working for the Black brothers had its perks, you’re well paid, you get to travel quite often for work, you’ve met tons of celebrities due to your line of work, and most importantly, you get to put them in their place —though you call this the best friend privilege.

Talk about a work life balance.

Black was at its highest peak when Regulus’ father passed away, leaving his two sons to step in and do the job as the CEO and CFO of their family’s luxury brand.

Their positions were set in stone, Sirius will be leading the company as a CEO and Regulus will be by his side as the CFO. And Sirius, with the amount of power he has, was quick to think of you when it came to choosing an assistant for his brother.

Because —and this was his logic— if you’ve tolerated being friends with him for as long as you’ve had, you’d be able to handle his princess attitude when it came to work.

And seeing as you were quite literally jobless at the time, the prospect of working for/with (the lines between those two were thin) your best friend did not seem bad at all.��

“Where are you going?”

You turn back to the owner of the voice, Regulus lingering by his office’s door. “To grab a snack.”

“It’s dinner time,” he says, as if he’s only remembering it now.

“Yeah smart ass,” you fix him a look. “That’s why I’m going to grab a snack.”

Regulus doesn’t look all too pleased, “wait here.”

You contemplate doing as you’re told or just heading towards one of the vending machines so you could get back to work.

Regulus comes back out, his coat, and yours, in hand as he picks up your purse. He makes his way towards you, helping you into your coat despite your confused stare before slipping his own on. “We’re going to dinner.”

“Are you paying?” You were a simple person. A free meal is a free meal. So when Regulus nods, you smile at him. “Let’s go.”

The two of you begin walking towards the elevator, a few employees bidding goodbyes and good nights here and there. “Have you thought about it?”

“About?” Regulus murmurs, unsure of what you’re trying to say.

“That girl?” You say in a questioning tone, a bit muddled by his cluelessness. “The one Sirius said you liked?”

Sirius and his constantly running mouth. Why did Regulus ever tell his brother that he had his eyes set on someone he’d never understand. He made a stupid decision and now he has to face its consequences.

“Oh.” He says as if he’s only remembering it now, as if that ‘girl’ wasn’t standing besides him as he attempts to take her out to dinner. “What about her?”

You turn to look at him and Regulus can’t help but turn to meet your eyes in return. “Have you thought about how you’d get the girl?”

“Not really.” The elevator dings, the door opens and you were quickly greeted by James who was not only a friend of Sirius but a model who was married to one of Black’s most well known designers. “Should I have?”

“Should you have what?” James asks.

You turn to James. “Think about how he’d get the girl.”

“Oh really?” He says in a knowing tone. “Well isn’t this exciting?”

“Don’t start Potter,” Regulus clearly annoyed, the amused smiles on the other two occupying the elevator not missed by him. “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be home with Harry?”

“Don’t try to change the topic,” James says with a slight frown. “You know I could always give your advice, right?”

Begrudgingly, Regulus nods. “Yes.”

You grin, finding the situation more than entertaining. Ever since Regulus stepped up as the CFO in a company where most of his brother’s friends worked at, he was more often than not, babied. And you can’t help but find it a bit adorable.

“Good,” James says. The elevator door dings again, signalling that they’ve finally made it to their destination. “Now give the lady her purse back.”

It was only then you’d realised that you never took your stuff off of Regulus’ hands, him having held onto it without a single complaint.

“Are you going to dinner?” A nod from the both of you had James stepping out of the elevator. “Have fun on your date!”

There’s no point in correcting him, it has happened a hundred times by now. Whenever you and Regulus had plans, the Marauders — a team consisting of the CEO, two models (James and Remus), and one designer, never failed to call it a date.

You meet Reg’s eyes with a small smile. “Shall we get started on our date?”

Regulus fiddles with your bag still in his hand. A bag he’d asked Lily to design specifically for you. He returns your smile. “Lead the way.”

Half a year of —what Sirius had called mindless pining later, Regulus finally caved in and went to his brother’s only married friend for advice.

Once he heard James’ ‘advice’ he wishes more than anything to forget everything he’d said, and to not even attempt it had it not been Lily and Dorcas saying that it worked on them.

Marlene had used the same methods as James to get the girl. So if it had worked twice then surely it would work again, right?

Step one should in theory be easy. Rain was romantic, or at least it ideally is (as seen in chick flick), so ultimately, a confession under the pouring rain should do the trick.

“You’re going to stand there and you’re going to tell her how you feel,” James says sternly. “You’re going to tell her what you want. That’s how you get the girl.”

For some reason he doesn’t really believe him. But Sirius is patting him encouragingly on the back so he lets the fantasy of being swept away during a rainstorm mid confession fade away.

He was going to make this work.

The weather forecast was right. Today would be a rainy night, not too harsh but not a sprinkling either, it was perfect for him to try to win you over. Or at least try to.

You were quick to open your door, not wasting a single second after him having rang your bell. “Regulus?” You ask, and when he doesn’t make the move to come in during the pouring rain, you follow up. “What are you doing? Get in.”

The rain is now drenching his very expensive shoes. The droplets are cold, the wind is harsh, he was going pale, practically shivering but he was not going to give up so soon. “I need to talk to you,” he says, not moving an inch.

“Yeah we can do that in here,” you say, clearly concerned for your friend. “Are you insane?”

Regulus shakes his head, and you decide you’ve had enough, stepping into your home to grab an umbrella before running towards him, you quickly pull him into your house —not without reprimanding him.

“What were you thinking?” You scold. “What’s so important you have to talk to me right now? In the pouring rain too.”

Regulus finds that he likes it better when you’re like this. When you’ve yelling at him as you wrap a towel around him. This was why he loved you, you cared for him in every way that is nowhere near artificial. And he’s known that for a while now. So it was about time he did something about it.

“I love you.”

You pause in your step. Regulus assumes that you were on your way to find him something to change into based on your direction. You resume your way into your bedroom where a set of spare pyjamas were reserved for Regulus. Muttering about how much of an idiot he was on the way.

You return soon after, pyjamas in hand. “Go shower, change. Then we’ll talk.”

Again, Regulus finds himself being babied, this time though, instead of being babied by his brother and his friends, he was being babied by you. And he doesn’t think he minds it all too much.

You sit him down at your vanity when he was done, a hand reaching for your hair dryer. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that,” you tell him after a while, your hand roaming around his curls as you attempt to dry it. “It’s not funny.”

Bewilderedly, Regulus says. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

“Really?” You laugh dryly. You then tsked, going over your words. “Then what about that girl? From a few months back?”

“That was you,” he says after a beat. “It’s always been you.”

You pull your hands away from him, setting the hairdryer down as you look at him, settling yourself on your vanity. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

He doesn’t fully understand what was going on but based on your words, and what he considers context clues, you might just reciprocate his feelings. “Because, I didn’t know how to.”

You purse your lips. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“And it won’t,” Regulus says, cautiously reaching for your hand. You let him take it. “I want you for better or for worse and if you’re scared what might happen between us ruining our friendship then we can take it slow, I’d wait forever and ever for this.”

Black family and their flair for dramatics, huh?

“Okay, let’s do this.” You take a deep breath. “Only if you promise me one thing though.”

Regulus brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on it. “Anything.”

“Don’t do that again,” you tell him. “I’m not going to work for you if you have a massive cold, let alone kiss you.”

“I promise,” Regulus says, smiling. “Now can I kiss you?”

You nod, pushing yourself off of the vanity and closer to him, Regulus places a careful hand on your waist and pulls you in, just a second before your lips touch you hear a sniffle, and then, inevitably, Regulus shifts to his side, sneezing loudly.

When he looks back at you, his nose is red, his lips are prominent pout as he processes the fact that you won’t be kissing anytime soon.

You pat his cheeks (or cheekbones really). “Next time,” you tell him. “If you’ve waited half a year to tell me you love me then you can wait a week to kiss me.”

—from bee: i wrote this at 2am im tired help

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impishjesters · 6 months

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Comforting a Scared Child Reader

warning(s): Jax, Caine, and Bubble are warning enough... A/N: These turned into less of a direct comfort and more of a how they'd distract them... sorta... though to be fair it wasn't gonna be very detailed given I had to write everyone... I think if I re-did these properly I'd only do a couple of characters to elaborate on. I don't think Bubble was intended, but I included him because of chaos. Needless to say, I think most of them would kinda suck at comforting a scared child, but they'd definitely put on a strong front to try and comfort them. request: Please can you do some seperate prompts of each circus member and ai comforting a scared child reader?

Pomni

She’s not the ideal person to comfort someone but she knows what it’s like to be new and scared—plus when she finds out you’re only a child??

Pomni tries her best, she really does—it’s like seeing you scared and shaking gives her barely just enough courage to step up and comfort you.

She’s not one for touching but if you need a hug while she’s around she’ll likely give you one.

It doesn’t take a genius to know she’s about as shakey and anxious as a chihuahua, but she tries her hardest to come off as calm and normal for your sake.

Pomni gives off anxious first-time big sister vibes.

Jax

Also not an ideal person when it comes to comfort, but he can only imagine how terrified you are right now.

The others are adults and can handle his bullshit, you however are a child and he’s not about to bully a child. As tempting and funny as the thought is.

Jax uses his jokes—on a less insulting, more child-friendly level—to try and calm you down. When he gets you calmed down and the two of you start to get buddy-buddy? Oh, it’s over for those suckers.

It takes the whole gang to try and prevent Jax from turning you into a mini Jax, though he does let you tag along for the more minor kid-friendly jokes and shenanigans.

"Who the fuck leaves a child unsupervised to put on some weird sketchy headset??"

Jax gives off the cool, prankster big brother vibes.

Gangle

She’s just barely holding it together on a good day, but the moment a child shows up scared and crying? Big sister mode activated.

Gangle’s the type to try and calm you down with stuffed animals or art depending on just how young you are. She’s got all sorts of craft stuff and a collection of stuffed animals, she even lets you pick one out to keep for yourself.

While in big sister mode, she’s a little more protective and worrying, trying to keep you from getting hurt by Caine’s little games or away from Jax’s nasty behaviour.

Unlike Pomni, Gangle likes hugs and is always willing to hug you or hold you if you start to miss home or your parents.

Gangle gives off the protective big sister vibes.

Kinger

Surprisingly, Kinger is the best out of all of them when it comes to taking care of a kid. He’s the quickest to get you to stop crying and the quickest to distract you from those scary thoughts. He’s also the first one to ask for your permission before picking you up with ease.

Out of all of them, he’s the one who watches after you the most—sure it’s a joint effort in babysitting you but he’s the one who watches after you the most.

If you’re particularly young he’ll probably carry you around or hold your hand—even if you could technically walk away with his hand, at least he knows where you are.

Similarly to Gangle, he’ll find something you like and either play with you or talk to you about it. God, if you also have an interest in insects like this man then he’ll tell you all sorts of useless facts and stories, all the gross picture books.

Kinger gives off warm, golden retriever dad energy.

Zooble

Not surprising Zooble isn’t great with kids, and not great with touch either. It’s not they can’t carry you but they’ve only really got one good arm to carry you with and it’s just…awkward for them.

That said if they see you fidgeting or picking at some part of yourself in an anxious-like fashion they’ll offer up their left arm for you to fiddle with. It’s a little more sensor-friendly to fiddle with if you exclude the pointy claw bits, they make sure you don’t hurt yourself. It’s not the most pleasant feeling having their limb messed with, so it doesn’t happen too often.

Zooble doesn’t really do much with you, but if you find yourself wanting to sit with them instead of play with the others they won’t protest. On occasion, they might play with you, or read you a book or whatever as long as it doesn’t involve them doing much.

Zooble gives off relaxed, lazy big sibling energy.

Ragatha

Similar to Gangle she gets her shit together when a child shows up, her chipper optimistic shtick comes in handy when it comes to comfort. She hasn’t had to deal with a child in a really long time though—were they always so…loud?

Ragatha’s the second one who watches after you the most, if she had it her way you’d never be around Jax, he’s a bad influence. But if you like playing with him then the most she can do is stay close by and make sure he doesn’t do or say anything badly. (Man’s gonna give her a heart attack)

Similar to Kinger and Gangle, she’ll play with you and let you join in with Caine’s less dangerous games. She’s nervous to play hide and seek with you but if you really wanna play she’ll set an area limit so that you don’t accidentally get hurt.

Ragatha gives off frantic first-time mother energy.

Caine

Doesn’t know the first fuckin thing about children, well he does but he’s never actually interacted with one.

Thank heaven for the censorship, he doesn’t want that foul language anywhere near your young little ears.

Caine’s the worst person to be left alone with you, not that he’ll be bad to you no, he just won’t understand that while he’s trying to keep you entertained and happy it’s probably a huge safety risk. If the shit the adults experience is dangerous god only knows what he might subject you to by accident.

Despite everything, Caine is actually pretty good at getting you to stop crying. It helps when he can quite literally snap his fingers and poof a random toy you might like or something else he thinks is cool.

Caine gives off crazy Uncle vibes that you only get to see during big family get-togethers because he has a habit of causing trouble on accident.

Bubble

For the love of all that is holy. Do. Not. Leave. The. Child. With. Bubble.

I take back what I said about Caine being the worst to leave you with, Bubble is the worst. Well, they both are but still.

While entertaining (and disturbing) to watch Bubble do stupid stuff, everyone will tell you not to do what he does—or say what he does, in fact just pretend he doesn’t exist. He’s a bad role model.

NO. STOP. DON’T EAT THE SOAP. I DON’T CARE THAT HE SAID IT WAS TASTY. HE CAN’T TASTE. YOUR GONNA TAKE THE WORD OF A LITERAL TALKING BUBBLE?

Bubble is that dumb dog that eats its own vomit because it can, that’s his vibe. Don’t be a Bubble.

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Oh, How the Turn Tables

Pairing: Jake Seresin x wife!reader

TW:none

Summary: Jake comes home to a furry new room mate and isn't as pleased as you hoped.

Word Count:1.7k

When you told Jake you have a surprise for him on the car ride back to your house, he thought it would be something cheeky. He thought maybe you bought some new lingerie or saw something new you want to try. Hell, he even thought that maybe you finally redid the bedroom the way you've been dying to.

What he didn't expect was to come home to a 6-month-old Golden retriever curled up on the couch. He turns to look at you with wide eyes only to find you staring back with excitement rolling off of you.

"What the hell is that?"

You roll your eyes and sit down to scratch the sweet boy behind his ears.

"This is Mozzarella, Mozzi for short. I told you I wanted to get a shelter dog, I just couldn't pass her up." You explain and he looks at both of you skeptically.

"I leave for two months and you have another man in the house?" He scowls and your eyebrows shoot up.

"You're being a bit dramatic, Jake. He'll love you!"

Jake eyes the dog and Mozzi just tilts his head curiously while peering up at the man. You can't help but think of that saying, something along the lines of 'dogs tend to look like their owners'. It seems fitting as you take in their equally perplexed faces and golden hair, almost causing you to giggle.

As soon as Jake makes a move to sit next to you, Mozzi curls up in your lap and effectively puts at least six inches of space between you and your husband. Jake looks at you with his jaw dropped and you just shrug.

"He likes to cuddle."

Jake crosses his arms like a child and leans back on the couch.

"Yeah, so do I." He grumbles and you can't help but chuckle at him.

The next couple of weeks doesn't go as smoothly as you were hoping. Jake hasn't warmed up to Mozzi at all. In fact, he's begun insisting that the dog hates him and wants you all to himself. You try to tell him it's ridiculous, but he's relentless.

Jake can't even get within a foot of you if the pup is around, always standing guard at your feet. You find it adorable, Jake isn't quite on the same page.

He reaches his breaking point when he walks out of the bathroom one evening to crawl into bed.

"No, no, hell on earth no. He is not sleeping in our bed!"

Jake shakes his head wildly from side to side, and you smile at his unstyled and grown-out hair flopping around.

"Baby, he's gotten used to it and he's been so sad since you kicked him out!"

You're pouting, and Jake already knows he's going to cave. He stares you down for a few more seconds before sighing and running a hand down his face.

"Fine, but he sleeps at the end of the bed only."

You give a mock salute as he crawls into bed and nudges Mozzi down toward your feet. He stays there long enough for Jake to curl up under the blanket and pull you into him before setting on a warpath.

It seems the second Jake touches you, Mozzi is trying to wedge his way in. You laugh loudly as the large dog plops down on top of both of you until Jake moves to make some space. Your hands tangle in his fur and you kiss him on the nose as his tail wags.

Jake watches in disbelief, not comprehending how you don't see this dog has it out for him.

"Y/N."

You glance up at him and quirk an eyebrow.

"You can't be serious right now. This dog is the world's biggest cock block."

You want to laugh but his face is deadpan and you realize he's really serious and upset. Your eyebrows pinch and you gently coax Mozzi out of the room before shutting the door and curling into Jake.

"Okay, fine. Maybe he has a bit of an issue. He's just territorial, kind of like someone else I know who's jealous of a dog." You tease with a pointed look.

"He just doesn't know you, and you haven't exactly made any effort to get him to like you. Think how weird it must be to settle into a new place and routine, and then one day a man just shows up and stays. You should be glad he's protective, it means he's watching me when you can't."

Jake pouts and you giggle softly, curling up into his body as the two of you drift off.

The next morning, he gets a bright and early start. He's determined to make this damn dog like him if it's the last thing he does. He starts off with a drink from Starbucks because though he'd never willingly admit to it, Jake loves a caramel Frappuccino.

He takes a trip to the nearest pet store and spends way more than what's acceptable on toys and treats.

Your jaw drops when he walks in carrying two bags full of dog supplies, your head shaking side to side with disapproval.

"Jake, you can't buy a dog's love!" You exclaim and he raises his eyebrows as he pulls out a stuffed duck with a squeaker.

"Watch me."

He tries his best to get the Golden's attention, but much to his dismay Mozzi sniffs the new toy a few times before losing interest and trotting over to you.

"Oh for fucks sake!"

His frustration is only amplified when the squad comes over for the first time since you got your newest family member.

He watches disgruntled as Bradley rolls around on the ground laughing as the dog licks his face and shoves the duck toy in his face.

"I don't know what your problem is, Hangman. The dog seems perfectly lovable to me."

Jake huffs like a petulant child as Phoenix joins them in the fun and crosses his arms.

"This is such bullshit."

Naturally, when you ask Jake to take Mozzi to a grooming appointment a week later he's reluctant.

"Baby, he hates me. He'll probably try to hijack the steering wheel and run me off the road."

You roll your eyes at his antics, losing patience with the whole situation.

"Okay, you have to see that you're being dramatic. Just drop him off and I can pick him up when they're done."

He finally takes the leash from your hand, holding it as if it's a live wire, and groans.

"Fine, but I'm going to hate it the whole time and I want you to know."

You lean forward to give him a kiss before shoving him out the door.

"That's the spirit."

Jake makes another stop at Starbucks on the way to the groomer and waits patiently in the drive-through. He can feel the dog panting as it stares at the side of his face and turns to look at him.

"Don't look at me like that. No."

The pup continues staring at him with big brown eyes and he pinches the bridge of his nose as he finishes his order at the speaker.

"Can I also get a pup cup?" His voice is quiet and jumbled, heat spreading across his chest and neck as the words leave his mouth.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that please?" The barista asks and Jake wants to die on the spot.

"I asked if I could also get a pup cup." He reiterates louder this time and looks around to make sure there are no hidden cameras that can use this as blackmail later.

The girl chirps back a confirmation with his total and he pulls forward to the window. He takes his drink and sets it in the cup holder before reaching back for the cup of whipped cream.

"He's so cute!" The teenage girl gushes and Jake mutters a thanks before pulling away. He pulls into a parking spot since he's got plenty of time before the appointment and sighs before taking the lid off.

He holds the paper cup to the dog's mouth and grimaces at the sound it makes as he laps up the treat.

"This stays between us. I can't believe I'm a 6'0 fighter pilot and I'm feeding a fucking dog a pup cup. I'm one of the most lethal men in my field, the only one with confirmed air-to-air kills yet here I am like a college girl with her prized show dog."

Mozzi just stares back at him as he rants and he shakes his head. Great, now he's also talking to the dog like it understands what he's saying.

He gives the pup a minute to finish before backing out and is shocked when he feels a wet tongue on his cheek.

"Oh, gross. You got whipped cream on me."

Jake suppresses a gag as he wipes his face with his sleeve, and glances over. Mozzi is looking at him with his tongue sticking out and tail wagging, before nuzzling forward into Jake's side.

He hesitates for a second before smoothing his hand over the golden fur on his head and giving his ear a scratch.

"Alright, fine. Maybe you're not all bad."

You're shocked when Jake offers to pick Mozzi up from the groomers, but agree nonetheless. You're even more taken aback when he walks in with the dog and curls up with him on the couch to watch the Longhorns game.

"So I assume you two resolved your differences?" You tease and Jake flips you off jokingly before returning his hand to Mozzis fur.

You move to join them, only to find that there's no room. You try to scoot the dog to the side, but he stays planted firmly in place as Jake scratches his back. It's like you aren't even there, and the sudden shift in demeanor makes you frown.

"Hey, can you move him? I want to cuddle and he's in my way."

Jake tears his eyes away from the screen to look at you briefly before turning his attention back to the game.

"Well, well, well, how the tables have turned."

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