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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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I love your writing so much! Finally some good Vash content 💖💖🥹 thanks for posting it really makes my day😭💖

I was wondering, would you do a Vashxreader where the poor baby is having a rough day and the reader decides to get him donuts to cheer up? Poor baby needs a tight hug and comfort food I swear 😭

Omg thank you so much for the kind words 😭 I’m having so much fun writing for him, I love him so much 💙 Also baby girl needs to be loved, I want to hug him! So he’s a nice little soft thing for y’all! Also, I am so sick I feel like I'm dying, so I need comfort lol

‘You are loved more than you know’

Vash x Reader

You lay the blanket as gently as possible over Vash’s sleeping body, hoping he’s actually asleep and not pretending to be. Smiling softly at him, and brushing his bangs back. He shuffles in his sleep and you still your hand, once it seems like he’s not going to get up you let out a sigh of relief.

Getting up quietly, you move across the room to leave. Giving Vash one last glance, before exiting the hotel room. You were going to find some breakfast for the two of you, and hopefully something sweet.

The last town the two of you were in had truly been a disaster, Vash had tried to help the best he could but it resulted in another instance of being chased out. You remember the way they spat that horrible nickname at him, ‘Humanoid typhoon’ it always made him flinch, but he still wore that gentle smile on his face. You wanted to step forward and defend him, but he placed a hand on your shoulder and with a shake of his head led you out of town.

It pained you every time, and you couldn't imagine how Vash really felt. The walk to the next town had been quiet, you leaving Vash with his thoughts. Unsure how to help, you simply grabbed his hand and held it loosely in yours, hoping to offer some comfort. His grip tightens, and his hand trembles for a moment before dropping your hand completely and trudging ahead like he always does.

Shaking your head, you continued on your way. One problem at a time, at least this one you could solve. You exit the hotel and head out into the street, hoping to find a cafe you didn't get a good look at the town when you entered it.

Walking around for a couple of minutes you spotted a brightly colored cafe. The moment you walked in you were hit by the smell of all the sweet treats, this would be perfect.

Making your purchase quickly, you waste no time heading back to the hotel. Once inside, you go back to your and Vash’s shared room. You try to open the door quietly, but Vash is awake now rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

He turns to look at you with a pout, “you weren’t here when I woke up.” You smile softly joining him on the bed, leaning in you place a light kiss on his cheek. Your own face begins to heat up as you watch a cute blush form on his face.

“Sorry, hopefully, this makes up for it?” You asked placing the box of donuts in his lap. You watch as his eyes light up with interest, opening the box carefully to uncover the sweets inside.

“You didn’t have to–“

“I wanted to.” You cut him off leaning your head on his shoulder and picking up one of the donuts to eat. You savor the taste, letting out an exaggerated ‘hmm’ noise. Vash watches you for a second, before grabbing a donut of his own to enjoy.

The two of you eat in silence for a couple of minutiae, enjoying the sweet treat and each other company. Before Vash places the box on the nightstand and pulls you into his lap, you let out a startled yelp your face heating up.

You smile moving to wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close. “Can I have a kiss?” He asked if shyly squeezing your waist, and avoiding your gaze.

“You don’t need to ask, you big baby.” You tease lightly, grabbing his chin and turning his face towards yours. You lean in, Vash meets you halfway and you close your eyes when your lips finally connect.

Letting out a please ‘hum’ as you press in closer, Vash pulls back but not before placing another kiss on your lips. He smiles, “You taste sweet.” You let out a ‘huff’ as he looks at you with his kind eyes.

“Not as sweet as you.” You grin as Vash’s whole face goes red, he’s so easy to tease. “Let’s go back to bed.” You say with a yawn, grabbing the covers. Vash shifts you around so you are both laying down on the bed and under the covers.

You smiled as you curl up next to him, his arms holding you close. “Thank you,” Vash says it so quietly, you nearly miss it.

“You don’t have to thank me; I want to take care of you.” You admit to him softly, moving to place a kiss on his shoulder. He pulls you close, pushing your head to his chest, most likely to hide your gaze from his own flustered one.

With a content sigh, you cuddle up close to Vash, and he starts to run his hand through your hair. The motion starts to lull you to sleep, the best and safest place to be will always be in Vash’s arms.

A/n: lol can you tell I’m touch starved?

#vash the stampede x reader #vash imgaine #vash x reader #vash imagines #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun stampede imagine #trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede #trigun x reader

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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hello! I'm kinda shy to request about this if you don't mind at all, but is it okay that you write about dottore with a s/o adopting a child and basically just cute married couples with family type of shit? it would be interesting to see his dynamic with the kid would be!

If you want too ofc! ^^

also i really like your content! it's so well written and it cheers me up so much :) 💖💕

❛❛ A Step Into Fatherhood ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ What do you mean I'm getting soft? ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore’s (speculated) real name

wc: ~3k

Notes: Oh god I'm sorry I haven’t posted in a while 😭 I was on writer's block and still kinda am. But at last, here's finally a fic!! Haven't written in a while and got rusty, so this might not be good :') Anyways, I LOVE THIS REQUEST AHHH 💕💕💕 Dadttore is so UGH 😫👌This request got me all giddy. I hope you'll like it :D

Gentle flakes fell to the ground as you went from store to store. Your husband was in need of some materials to carry out his experiments. He asked a segment to gather them but you offered to help instead. You wanted to go out for a stroll anyways, so why not?

You were about to go back to the palace when you heard a noise coming from a nearby alleyway. It sounded like someone was rummaging through something.

You knew it was dangerous to investigate on your own without any weapons on you. But you couldn't help it, curiosity got the best of you and your legs subconsciously brought you closer towards the sounds of clanking.

Following the noise, it led you to a dumpster. The lid was closed so you weren't able to tell what was inside. Judging by the size of it though, you assumed it would be some sort of animal. You were expecting to see a raccoon when you opened the lid but what you saw made you scream and stepped back instead.

What the…

You slowly opened the lid again and an equally shocked but frightened face stared back at you.

What is a child doing here? You thought.

It was a little girl who looked no older than ten. She was wearing a thin layer of clothing and her hair was stained. In her hands she was holding a paper plate of thrown out food from a restaurant.

When you got closer again, her hands that were holding the plate recoiled to her torso and turned into fists. Tears were forming at the corner of her eyes and her form shook.

"Hey… it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," you said in a hushed voice.

Once the little girl seemed calmed down enough, you spoke again, “What are you doing here? Where are you from?”

"I'm from over there…" She pointed. You followed where her finger was pointing at and your heart dropped.

House of the Hearth.

The orphanage where Arlecchino trained the kids to become soldiers? What was this kid doing here?

"I see… I don't know how you got here but why don't I take you back—"

"No!" She yelled, taking you off guard.

"Please… I don't want to go back there… The others are mean to me…"

She was now sobbing and you were trying to think of what to do.

She looked like she really didn't want to go back there… You would feel bad for forcing her to go back. But it couldn’t be good to just leave a kid all by herself here as well.

From the looks of her fragile frame, she definitely hasn’t eaten a sustainable meal in a long time. Poor kid, it was cold out and that bread didn’t look edible.

What other options did you have?

You were someone who adored kids, and the protective instinct inside of you screamed.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Why don’t you come with me? I can take you to a warmer place and give you something nicer to eat."

The little girl was hesitant, but you could see her eyes lit up a little.

“Really?”

“Of course! Being out here by yourself is dangerous anyways.”

She got out of the dumpster and approached you with small steps. Once she got close enough, you took your own coat off and draped it over her.

“There we go, this will keep you warm enough until we get back,” you muttered, gently taking her hand into yours as you made your way back to the resting quarters.

- - -

When you reached the palace, you quickly took her to your room, trying to avoid anybody on your way there. You couldn't risk letting anyone see the kid here, who knew what they would do to her if they found out she escaped Arlecchino's orphanage?

And you most certainly didn't want to face that harbinger's wrath.

You let out a breath of relief when a Fatui agent only nodded to greet you as he passed the hallway without making a comment on how your stance was off, while simultaneously holding the bag of materials at an awkward angle. You waved back at him with a sheepish smile. Once you made sure he was out of sight, you reached behind you to take a hold of the little girl's hand again before continuing on your way.

"Alright, we're almost there."

You looked both sides of the hallway, taking a double check to make sure nobody saw you before grabbing the door handle and pushing it open, pulling the kid inside with you.

The door closed with a click and you leaned against it, trying to calm down how fast your heart was beating. Archons, were you glad that Dottore convinced you to take some basic stealth lessons. You didn't think it was necessary… up until now.

"Okay, well, welcome to my room!" You walked over to a desk and set the bags there. Thinking you could just give them to your husband later.

The girl looked around your room in awe, it was huge. To her, this felt like a bedroom a royalty would own from the tales she had heard of. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle and the blankets looked really soft and fluffy. She could imagine how nice it would to sleep on it.

"Wow… I've never been in a room this big before!" She exclaimed, her eyes wandered through different pieces of furniture and objects decorating the room.

"How about we give you a nice warm bath? Then I can show you around more later."

You took her to the bathroom and ran a hot bath for her. She was making bubbles in her hands while you washed her hair, rinsing the suds off her head.

"And we're done!" You clapped your hands together, feeling satisfied with how clean she was now.

You wrapped a towel around her and took her back to your room again, digging through your closet for clothes that were suitable enough for her to wear for the time being. Fortunately for you, you were able to find some of your old clothes from when you were a kid. You didn't throw them away just in case you wanted to reminisce about your childhood.

Well, instead of sitting at the bottom of the drawer collecting dust, you could put them to good use again.

Once you were done with dressing her up, she looked at herself through the closet mirror and her eyes widened at how nice they looked on her.

"Mr(s)... Um…"

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried that she might not like them.

"I don't know what to call you…"

That was when you realized you never told her your name, nor did she ever tell you hers.

"Ah, how could I forget! My apologies. You can call me (Y/n)! What about you, sweetie?"

Her eyes glinted at your name and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr(s) (Y/n)! I really like these clothes. They look so nice!" She paused before responding to your question.

"My name is Lilly."

Right as she finished her sentence, someone knocked on the door.

"Dear? Are you in there?" A voice you knew too well spoke.

Shoot.

It was your husband. And there was a random kid with you.

Oh no, what am I going to tell him?! You panicked. How were you going to explain to him you brought a child to your shared bedroom?

Your thoughts were disrupted when he knocked on the door again.

"Dear? I'm coming in—" The door handle twitched, but stopped when you yelled, "Wait!"

You told the child to hide in the closet and to not come out unless you said so. A look of confusion mixed with fear appeared on her face but she obliged anyway, hiding at the corner of the closet.

Closing the closet doors, you jogged over to the bedroom door and opened it, revealing your husband who was standing there, twirling a vial of blue liquid in his hand.

"There you are, darling. That took you a while, is everything alright?" He asked.

"Oh nothing, I was just, uh, examining the materials I went to collect for you!"

Archons, you hoped that was convincing enough.

"Really? Since when did you get interested in Chaos Cores?" He teased, showing you his signature grin.

"Just today! Haha…"

"Is that so…" He trailed off, noticing something on the ground.

"Hmm?" He hummed, taking his mask off to take a better look of the floor.

There was a water droplet. No, multiples of them.

"May I ask why the carpet is wet?"

Oh no, it must've been from the little girl's hair. It was still wet and you didn't dry it fully.

"I-I spilled some water! Yeah… I was clumsy." You smiled sheepishly at him.

He looked around the room and raised a brow.

"But I don't see a cup anywhere around here?" His attention went back to the droplets on the ground and noticed it was a trail.

A trail leading toward the closet.

He walked over to it and stopped right in front of it. You were about to stop him but he was quicker. His hands swung the closet doors open.

From where you were standing, the clothes on the hangers casted shadows on her form and they were hiding her well. They should be able to hide her from your husband's sight too… you hoped.

But of course, with keen eyes such as his, nothing could escape him. His squinted eyes were now slightly widened. He expected to find someone or something, but definitely not a kid.

"What—"

"W-wait! Zandik, let me explain."

You told him how she ran away from the orphanage and she was all alone out there, so you wanted to help her.

"So you're telling me… this is a kid from Arlecchino's orphanage? Darling, you know how she could get if she finds out," he reasoned with you.

"I know, but she was scared! And I couldn't just leave her on the streets on her own either. So with no other choices, I decided to just take her here, and maybe take her in…" You trailed off. Gesturing to the little girl that it was safe to come out now. She got up and approached you, hiding behind your leg as she looked at Dottore.

"So, can she stay, please?"

He stared intently at the ground, seemingly deep in his thoughts.

Now, you knew that Dottore was not fond of kids. But unbeknownst to you, occasionally he would dream of having this fantasy of his. To have a little family with you…

And of course, he wasn't ready to become a father to his own kids yet, so maybe he'd take this opportunity to practice parenting.

He signed, faking his annoyance to conceal his unexplainable excitement.

"Fine, she can stay."

- - -

For the first week of her stay here, she was shy. The only person she wasn't afraid to talk to was you. She tried to talk to Dottore once but he unintentionally acted cold towards her, causing her to back away.

You couldn't blame him though, he was awkward around kids.

So, to make it up to her in his own way, he ordered his segments to set up a new room for her.

You brought her to the room they were preparing in, wanting to know how she was liking her room so far and to also introduce her to the segments.

You knocked on the door and went in, while she trailed after you, hiding behind you as usual.

The segments stopped what they were doing and turned to the sound of someone coming in.

"Ah! So this is the kiddo Prime told us about." Beta was the first to speak.

Theta got closer to the both of you and kneeled down to Lilly's eye level.

"Hello! I'm Theta, you must be Lilly, yes?"

Lilly was too distracted by the white and black mask he was wearing, not listening to a single word that came out of his mouth. She tugged at your pants and said, "Mr(s) (Y/n), he looks like a clown!"

Upon hearing her words, you and the other segments began to laugh, all except for Theta.

"S-She called you a clown!" Beta wheezed.

"Quite fitting, don't you think, Theta?"

"I'm not a clown! God, what was Prime thinking when he chose to wear this mask back then…" He said, deadpan.

Omega quieted down his chuckle and asked, "So, how are you liking your room so far, little one?"

Lilly looked around the room, the wall was painted with her favorite color and animal for the pattern. The bed she was given to was smaller than the one in your room, but was still big to her. A unicorn plushie, which was made by Delta, was placed on it.

"I love it!" She bounced slightly in excitement.

- - -

For the second week, Dottore and Lilly would start to interact with each other more. He has been taking notes by observing the way you'd talk to her, how you'd take care of her…

He was still awkward around her, of course. But at least he wasn't being cold to her anymore, so that was an improvement.

And Lilly, she was starting to grow more comfortable around him, as well. He wasn't as intimidating as she thought he'd be when he gifted her a mini robot, made with the leftover parts of a ruin guard. And now, she would sleep with it next to her at all times.

You were out to run some errands today, leaving Lilly in Dottore's care. She was reading a children's book on her bed, while Dottore sat next to her, patting her gently on her head.

She got to one of the pages and her eyes shined at how pretty the princess looked in the picture.

"Mr. Zanny?" She called out to him, using the nickname she gave him.

He hummed in response, signaling her to continue.

"I want my hair to look like this pretty lady's, do you know how to do that?"

He leaned over to see an illustration of a woman with long, braided hair.

"Why yes, I do, angel. Would you like me to do that for you?" He said.

In return, he also had a nickname for her. He thought the word "angel" suited her. As she's such a pure and innocent child.

Lilly nodded eagerly and turned around, her back facing Dottore. Grabbing a brush from the vanity table, he brushed her hair and undid the tangled locks, until it was tidy enough to be put in a braid.

You'd expect him to not know anything about braiding someone's hair but he was surprisingly good at it.

Once he was done, he grinned at how it turned out. Lilly went over to a mirror and admired her hair, it looked neat and exactly how she thought it'd look like.

She turned back to where Dottore and muttered out a little shy "Thank you."

- - -

It was late at night and everyone was sound asleep. Well, almost everyone.

Lilly was turning in her sleep, horrid images of scary monsters flashed in her mind and she woke up with a gasp. Her eyes darted around her room and it was dark. The moon light from the window barely lit the room up. She got out of bed and took the tiny robot Dottore made with her.

Luckily for her, the room you and Dottore slept in was not far from hers, she opened the door slightly ajar and peered inside. Noticing the two slightly moving silhouettes in the room.

She tiptoed to your side of the bed and poked your arm.

"Mr(s) (Y/n)?" She whispered.

You were a light sleeper so it didn't take you long to stir awake.

"Mmm… Lilly? Why are you awake?" You asked, turning over to face her fully, waking your husband up as well.

"I had a nightmare and I'm scared…" She told you, her voice trembled and her arms wrapped around the robot tightly.

"Oh, you poor thing…"

You helped her to get on the bed and laid her down between you and your husband. He yawned and was trying to comprehend why Lilly was in the bed with the two of you.

He looked at you for answers and you only said, "Nightmare."

"Would you like to listen to a story to help you sleep, Lilly?" You asked.

She pondered for a while before answering, "Yes please."

“Let’s see… Once upon a time, there was a little girl,” you began, then looked at Dottore to continue. He groaned a little and tried to think of something in his sleepy state.

“The little girl had a knife— I mean uh… A teddy bear? His name was… Bob,” he said. Making his sentence a bit more family-friendly when you glared at him.

“She and the teddy were best friends, they would go on an adventure together.” You added more to it.

“Then the little girl later strangled the teddy—“ He stopped when you hit his arm.

"What he meant to say was, the little girl later helped the teddy bear with a mission…"

The both of you carried the story on, well, more like you having to constantly make changes to Dottore's… questionable imagination.

But overall, it went pretty well, sometimes Lilly would snicker at the jokes Dottore made. But laughed even harder at his horrible attempt at talking in a high pitch voice to mimic the teddy bear.

His face was red from embarrassment, to say the least, that he made a fool out of himself just to make the two of you laugh.

It was embarrassing… but it was worth it, to hear the laughter of his two sweet angels.

"And finally, Bob made it home safely… The end." You ended the story.

You turned your attention to Lilly and you could tell she was getting tired, her eyes were droopy and she could barely keep herself awake.

As her mind was about to take her away into the land of dreams, you heard her muttering.

"Night night, daddy… Night night (mommy / other daddy)..."

Bonus:

Dottore walked into Arlecchino's office and slammed some papers onto her work desk.

"The papers are signed, she is now officially my daughter."

"Very well."

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viiiiiiiiiin · 3 months

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Hiii viiiiiiiiin hope your day is going good your writing is really good😍😍💖💌❤💗🌹💋💞👍👍😭👏 so I was wondering if I could please request red hair pirates x reader(gender dosent really matter do what your comfortble with😊) and the reader has really cute personlity always giving everyone a hug/kiss to comfort them if they are having a bad bakes a almost all the time. Can be navie and too quick to trust people lol so innocent...always to the scenario i would like to request the reader makes a new friend brings them to the red force to meet the red hair pirates but later on the readers so called new friends starts to become mean often saying rude/mean comments to reader when reader crew mates arnt around their(red hair pirates) in readers innocent mind dosent really think or even tell them and tries to comfort their "new friend" but things only get worse. One day the reader new friend betrayes reader(does somthing really horrible) and makes reader cry and when the red hair pirates found out they ofc take action. By the way can you make this story end happliy?

Thanks so much for your hard work have a amazing day viiiiiiin!💗💗❤

Really appreciate you❤💌🥺😭👏💞💋🌹💋⚘⚘🌺🌹🌷🌷⚘🌷🌷🌷🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Red Haired Pirates x Sweet / Naive Reader

Includes: GN Reader , Red Haired Pirates , and Reader's "Friend"

A / N: THANK YOU !!! I'm glad you appreciate my work lol ! I hope you have an amazing day as well <33. I'm comfortable writing any gender ! I usually write GN readers though so anyone can fit themselves into the situation ! I can write for male or female readers too !! I hope this is up to your standards !!! If you'd like me to redo it lmk <33 enjoy !!

"Don't get yourselves hurt !!" You giggled while hugging Benn. You went to turn around to wander back onto the ship until you heard the clearing of a throat.

"Where's my hug , Reader ? You gonna leave me hangin' ?" You could recognize that voice from miles away. You turned your head , only for your gaze to be met with soft brown ones. You laughed again and embraced the red haired captain. Once you let go , he raised an eyebrow.

"Forgettin' somethin' , darling ?" He asked with a wide playful smile on his face. You rolled your eyes and scoffed , kissing his chin. The feeling of his stubble tickled your own chin , making you smile.

"Heyyy ! What about me !!" You heard from beside you. You turned your eyes to the pouting sniper next to you. "I'm sorry , Yasopp ! Didn't mean to forget you." You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He laughed at your actions and put his arms around your smaller waist , swinging you around like a little kid.

"I'm not gonna put you down until you finish !" He laughed , causing you to laugh as well. You were beginning to get dizzy , so you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Once he felt your lips against his skin , he finally dropped you. You staggered on the ground for a moment , head spinning like crazy. "Come on , Yasopp ! That was mean !" You pouted , crossing your arms and huffing.

The crew started laughing at the pout that formed on your lips. You stumbled into Roux , who had ended up behind you. You were about to turn to him , but he picked you up. "And don't forget me , Reader !" He laughed as he squeezed your smaller form. You made a noise of surprise and laughed louder. You kissed his cheek and jumped out of his arms.

"Go on , boys. If ya don't go now , you're not gonna remember what you gotta get. Have fun !!" You cheered , jumping onto the deck and waving at them. You would join them soon since you had to get some new clothes , but you wanted to go alone. Because of this , you waited for them to go ahead of you.

You weren't worried about protection. You could protect yourself , that's why you're on the crew. Shanks trusted you to watch the ship until they got back. Though , you weren't gonna stay on the ship. Your little secret.

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It's been over an hour since the guys left the ship. You walked out of your quarters (after your little nap) and grabbed your weapon. You thought you'd maybe grab a drink while you were out.

You snuck off of the Red Force with your weapon attached to your hip. You skipped into the vibrant town nearby , a goofy smile on your lips. Your eyes scanned the area in an attempt to find a clothing store or a bar. You noticed a lot of stands , weapon shops , and many people walking up and down the streets.

Just as you began to lose hope , you noticed a medium sized building near a food court. The place had mannequins wearing outfits in the front window , so you assumed it was a clothing store. You smiled and walked into the store with a slight pep in your step.

"No . . No . . Aha ! " You picked up a top that matched one of the old ones you had , and you thought about grabbing it.

"That top would look cute on you !" You heard from next to you. You turned your doe eyes towards the woman standing next to you. She had beautiful , slicked back raven hair with vibrant blue eyes. She had pale skin and rosy cheeks that made her look adorable. She wore a white crop top with a heart cut on her chest. It had a turtleneck top to it and tightened underneath her breasts. She had black shorts and long , white high heels. She also had a star pin in her hair and her right arm had a tattoo sleeve on it.

You giggled and twirled with the top in your hand. "You think so ? Thank you !" You blushed , heart fluttering from the compliment. "Hey , would you want to help me find a top too ? You seem like you'd have great taste." She said kindly , smiling softly. "Of course !" You threw your arms in the air and smiled wider. She chuckled and brought you over to a section that she seemed to like.

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You two ended up spending 2 hours together. She even bought you all of the outfits you picked out and you bought hers ! After shopping , you two had went to go get some food. You learned that you two shared a favorite food , which made you two laugh. You two spoke smoothly to each other. It seemed like you both had a lot in common.

She was a pirate too ! She said her crew was a secret , however. You did tell her that you were part of the Red Haired Pirates , which surprised the hell out of her. Something about her reaction to that was . . odd. She asked you to bring her to your ship , which you obliged. You guys were gonna be docked here for a few days anyways.

As you got to the ship , you were surprised by a hug from Yasopp and Shanks. They squeezed you and said incoherent things. "Guys , guys ! I can't understand you when you're crying. What happened ? Are you guys okay ??" You asked like a worried parent , eyebrows scrunching.

"We thought you went missing !!" Drunken Shanks cried , smacking your head. The two guys finally let you go as you caught your breath. "I'm fine ! I met a friend ! We got some food and we got some clothes !! Her name is Rika !" You introduced as you walked over to her.

She chuckled and waved to your crew. "I'm Rika. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Some of the more drunken guys ogled at her beauty. Some came up to her , flirted , or just asked questions. You laughed and brought your clothes to your room.

When you came back out , you noticed Benn staring at you. You walked over to him and gently poked his arm to get his attention. "What's wrong , Benn ?" You ingeniously pondered as you stared at his serious face. "Also , what did i say about smokin' ? It's unhealthy. You're gonna kill yourself." You tried to take the cigarette from his lips , but he laughed and tilted his head upwards. Sadly , not even being on your tip toes made you tall enough. You grumbled and pouted.

"Fineee. But still , tell me what's wrong." You sat on the edge of the ship and swung your legs gently. "Nothin' , sweetheart. Nothin' you should worry about , at least." He patted your head and took a puff from his cigarette.

"I know ! Why don't I go make some brownies to make you feel better ?" You cheerfully jumped off of the ledge and smiled widely. As if on cue , Shanks walked up behind you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Why don't cha make some for all of us , hun ?" He slurred , drunken giggles leaving his lips.

"Oh ! Sure ! I'll make some cake too !! A party for Rika , how does that sound ?!" You asked , causing the guys to cheer loudly. Rika chuckled and walked over to you. "I'm the baker on my ship , so why don't I help you in the kitchen ? It's the least I can do to help , Reader. You're my friend , after all !" She inquired with a strange look on her pale face.

"Are you sure ? I don't want to make you work !!" You turned to her and tilted your head. "Of course ! I insist !" The ravenette enthusiastically spoke. She put her hand in yours and you led her to the kitchen.

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"You put too much water into the batter." She said as she used her hips to push you away from the bowl. "Oh ! Sorry . ." You didn't think you added too much , but you've never really had outside opinions. You believed her. She said she was a baker , after all.

As you wandered around the kitchen , Rika often bumped into you. Sometimes , you'd fall over or hit your hips on the counters. You thought she was either messing around or making mistakes , so you didn't mention it.

"Oh my god , how can you fuck up brownies that badly ? Just let me do it." She huffed , shoving you away from the rest of the batter. You fell into the counter and groaned. "I'm sorry , I didn't mean to. I don't wanna make you do it , please let me help." You pleaded with her , putting your smaller hands on her tattooed arm.

In response , her face turned into one of anger as she pushed you off of her. "Do NOT touch me !" She snided as she mixed the batter together. "Oh ! I'm sorry." You looked sadly at her , making her scoff. "Don't look at me like you're the victim. You just assaulted me ! I don't see why someone like Shanks keeps someone like YOU around."

At her words , you teared up and sniffled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Is there any way I can make it up to you ?" You inquired , dejected. Your cheeks turned rosy from the face you were trying to hold back your tears.

"You can make it up to me by leaving the crew. They don't need you. You're such a nuisance , GOD. I bet they have you on here out of pity. Or maybe to use you as a scapegoat. You saw how they acted with me. They clearly like me better , and they've only known me for a few hours !" She raged , shoving you into the cabinet. As she spoke , she had slowly gotten closer and closer to you until you were against the wooden cabinet.

"But I -" You attempted to speak , but your throat burned. "You can't even take criticism from a friend. How sad. You're a pirate , act like it." She released you from the cabinet as she put the pans of cake and brownies into the oven.

You sat on the island counter in the middle of the room and twiddled your fingers. "Uhm . . I can watch them from here if you want to go back out to the party." You noticed the faint smell of alcohol on her clothes , so you assumed she was drunk. Maybe she'd apologize in the morning. "Good. Don't fuck it up , sweetheart." She said smoothly , clearly mocking the nickname thay the crew gave you. As she strutted out of the room , you couldn't help but think . . . Did they like her better ? Were they gonna throw you out ? Maybe they told her that. Maybe they're gonna throw you out in the morning.

You didn't realize that you started crying until a sniffling sound made its way to your ears. You used a paper towel to rub your eyes of the tears that threatened to fall. You smiled and stayed in the kitchen until the goods were done.

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Now , the crew was sitting around the deck , eating the treats you and Rika made. You walked over to the ravenette. You tapped her shoulder and watched as she quickly turned around and glared at you. "Yes ?" She harshly spoke , finishing her piece of cake.

"I'm sorry for making you upset earlier. I went into town and bought you a necklace since I remember you saying that you thought it was cute." You pulled the gift out of your pocket and handed it over to her. She nimbly pulled it out of your hand and examined it. She smiled and put it around her thin neck. "Thank you , Reader. I accept your apology." She smiled again. To anyone that wasn't her , it was seen to be fake. But someone else noticed. A certain gray haired , cigarette smoking man caught on. His eyes slowly followed her as she walked to speak to the others on the ship.

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It was now nighttime. Many crew members were passed out on the deck , and those who were able had made their way to their quarters for the night. You had brought Rika to your room and let her sleep in your bed. Instead of giving you some blankets , you slept on the cold wooden floor. You didn't mind , at all. What you found weird was how she kicked you out. Instead of being on the floor in your room , you slept in the kitchen.

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In the morning , you were awoken by someone shaking you. "What are you doing in here , Reader ?" You heard someone ask. You opened your eyes and blinked , taking in your surroundings. You attached the voice to the appearance of the guy in front of you. It was Lucky Roux. You had assumed that he came to make breakfast for the crew.

"Oh , good morning , Roux. I'm sorry if I'm in your way." You lazily sat up and rubbed your eyes. You yawned and stretched your limbs until you heard the satisfying pop of your joints. "You're not in my way. I'm just wonderin' why you're in here. Why aren't ya in your quarters ?" He asked , the sizzling of pans feeling your ears.

You smiled softly and yawned again. "I let Rika take my bed. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable , so I slept in here." Speak of the devil and she shall appear. The ravenette walked into the room and smiled softly.

"Good mornin' , you two." She waved and sat next to you. "I'm guessin' you're the cook ?" Tika pondered aloud. "Yep ! The name's Lucky Roux." His smile widened , but he didn't turn to her. Strange. He seemed to be iffy about her , but neither of you noticed.

The door opened again and you felt someone put their arms on your waist. You knew who it was when you smelled smoke and feint cologne. "Good mornin' , Beck !" You said happily , kissing his chin.

"Good mornin' , darlin'." He replied , putting his head against yours. Unbeknownst to you , sharp blue eyes lingered on the both of you. Those eyes burned holes in your head , jealousy bubbling in her heart.

"I'm almost done with breakfast. Can you three go wake up the rest of the crew ?" Roux asked , not turning his head as to not get distracted from his job. "Sure !" You answered , gently detaching Benn from your body. You jumped off the counter and led the other 2 outside.

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After waking everyone up and eating , you found yourself in the shower room with Rika. You had gotten undressed and in the bath while she took a shower.

"You know , your body is really . . Not interesting." She commented slyly as she washed her slick hair. You looked over at her and tilted your head. "What do you mean ?" You asked while you played with the bubbled in your warm bath.

"You got the attention of the entire crew looking like . . That. You must've done something. What did you do ? Are you some kind of witch ? I wouldn't doubt it , considering you look like one." She answered her own question while not even looking at you. Her words shot you through the heart. You were already pretty insecure and you thought you were getting better.

Even after the shower , her words replayed in your head. Did all of them think that ? Your thoughts were interrupted when you were tripped. "Oops ! Are you okay , Reader ?" Rika sarcastically asked , suppressing a laugh behind her hand.

"Yeah ! I'm fine !" You stood up and brushed your bottom half off. "Everyone makes mistakes !" You smiled and bowed your head gently. "You would know a lot about that , considering your parents made you." This time , she couldn't suppress her laugh. She walked off , swaying her hips as she entered the main area.

You stood there for a minute. Was she okay ? Did you upset her ? Maybe you should get her another gift.

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You had decided to take a walk in the town. You wanted to clear your mind and get Rika a gift to see if she'd forgive you. You know , after kissing and hugging the entire crew.

When on the way back , you wandered around the ship in an attempt to find her. You smiled when you finally found her. You were about to show her the gift , until you heard her voice.

"They don't suspect a thing. That stupid little pirate's bounty will be ours , captain. I can't believe you made me befriend them , though." She leaned against your wall and scoffed. "They're extremely annoying. I can't stand their voice ! Anytime I hear it , I want to rip my hair out." She ranted as she slammed her fist on the wall.

Your vision was clouded by hot tears. You continued listening , even though you knew it was wrong. "I just need to get them out of here. Their face pisses me off. If I don't get this done soon , I'm gonna end up beating them silly. God , I hate this. Why couldn't you put Killeen up to this ?" You didn't know who she was talking to , since you couldn't hear the other end. Though , her words were enough to send you over the edge.

You walked into the bathroom and locked the door. You fell to the ground and began sobbing. You had a problem in the past with insecurities. The Red Haired Pirates had helped you , and you thought you were past it. Her words , oh her words. They tore down any progress you thought you made.

You didn't know how long you were in there until you heard a knock on the door. You hadn't realized you were sobbing until you saw your face in the mirror. You quickly wiped your face and sniffled. "Yes ?" You croaked out , throat burning.

"Are you okay ?" It was Benn. He knew. You didn't know how , but he knew. You unlocked the door and just fell into his arms. You sobbed into his chest and gripped his shirt. He didn't say anything. Instead , he held you and patted your back. He rested his head on yours and rubbed your back. He let you cry for as long as you needed.

The smell of smoke lingering on his clothes , along with his gentle touch calmed you slightly. You finally managed to stop crying and you looked up at him. "Am I really -" "No. You're special to us , Reader. We already took care of Rika. Turns out she was a bounty hunter. Don't let people like her tear you down." You sniffled at his words and pulled away. He gently pushed you towards the kitchen , where you met Shanks , Yasopp , and Lucky Roux. Oh ! And Hongo.

Shanks walked up to you and pulled you in with his arm. "It's okay , Reader. You're so , so special to us. You're a Red Haired Pirate , yeah ? I wouldn't have you here if you weren't just the way you are." He smiled and laughed loudly.

You started laughing too , along with the others in the room. "Yeah , Reader. We love ya !" Yasopp chimed in , ruffling your hair. You continued laughing and hugged all of them.

"Thank you , guys." You teared up again , causing them to panic. "Woah , woah , sunshine ! We didn't mean to make ya cry !" Shanks panicked , hugging you again. "Yeah !" Hongo hugged you as well.

"It's not bad. I'm just . . So , so happy to be part of this crew." You sniffled and pulled away from them. "What happened to Rika ?"

As soon as you mentioned the woman , the men looked away and whisled. Shanks looked down at his wrist and put his arm behind his head. "Wellll ! Would ya look at the time ! It's time for us to check out the bar in town !" He changed the topic , marching out of the kitchen.

"Shanks !!" You giggled and ran after him. Any feeling you had disappeared. You didn't know why you doubted them. You knew deep down that you were wrong. You were loved and had as special place to the Red Haired Pirates

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scribblesscratch · 29 days

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Do you have any sfw & NSFW headcanons for Lord Shen?🫣

I was about to do that now actually so here I am!

Lord Shen x GN! Reader

Fluff💗+Smut🔥

‼️MDNI‼️ (Minors do not interact)

Enjoy :}

SFW

He expects everyone to treat you the same as him, no matter what.

Unlike Tai Lung and General Kai, he actually LOVES PDA. He likes to show you off, like you're a delicate artifact that cannot be touched by any other kind other than the likes of him

He doesn't really cuddle that much with you. He's too busy, But on rare occasions he does cuddle you because he feels bad, he won't say he will, but he does

Will take you to see fireworks because he likes them and hopes you like them too

If you have sensory issues with loud noises he will sit you down or lay you down on his lap and cover your ears while caressing your Fur/Feathers/Scales/Skin etc...

(If you have fur) He likes to brush and comb your fur to make you look beautiful, More beautiful than you already are :) 💗

Occasionally says he loves you but only if he feels bad for you or is happy

If he's stressed he'd come to you and puts his head on your shoulder and drinks some tea with you

NSFW

Doesn't initiate sex often, He doesn't think about it much or desires it

When he does he actually goes quite soft on you and praises you

Doesn't like degrading you because you're perfect and he loves you alot

Will say "You're doing so well" and just complimenting everything about you

Can last about 5 rounds

AFTERCARE ABSOLUTELY.

Will make a bath for you and him, then afterwards he will be very touchy and cuddle you

He is a switch mostly Dom though, LOVES IT when you give him head

At least 5-6 inches (IK HE DOESN'T HAVE A DICK BUT IMAGINE OTHERWISE ALRIGHT)

Eats you out/Gives head to you occasionally but is scared of hurting you because of his beak😭💗

I hope you enjoyed it :D 💖

BONUS!-

NSFW

He does go rough on you if you absolutely beg for it, but won't hurt you

Likes seeing your face, makes him more comfortable seeing that you're happy with doing this (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

#mdni #kfp fanfic #kfp #kfp 4 #kung fu panda #kung fu panda lord shen #Kung fu panda shen

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lavenderedhoney · 11 months

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Baby dragged my hand to her clit yesterday morning to stroke her off while she whined and tossed her head and got harder and harder and harder for me and it was so cute. After I made her cum with my hand I had her get on top and slide into my cunt and she made soft little noises against my neck the whole time she fucked me. Usually when she hits subspace she needs to cum in me as fast as she can but she drew it out really long and made herself wait - I didn't even order her to, she just really wanted to savor it. Begged me to tell her when to cum and then left herself tucked in me when we were done as long as she could until she got too soft and slipped out. She loves keeping her cock warm in my cunt after we're done fucking, especially when she's being meek and needy for me, and it's the cutest thing in the world. 😭💖💖💖

(This post is about trans + lesbian sex. DNI if you: are a cishet man, are under 18, do not have your age on your blog, or post ageplay/ddlg/mdlg, hard cnc/rape play, incest kink, dykebreaking content, misgendering kink, or detrans kink)

#typed this up yesterday and then had to walk away from my phone and forgot to post it later!!#text #baby 💖#lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #wlw nsft #nblw nsft #trans nsft #t4t nsft

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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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Hello 👋 if you can can you make a smut or fluff of Kenny x immortal!reader?

Like the reader dies and then comes back the next day but Kenny remembers that they died the day before. Then reader spills the beans about being immortal then they bond over it or something idfk it was an idea I had yesterday after reading some smutshots lol

Also no worries if you don't want do do this request

Lots of love -☆♡anon

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! I wrote this listening to Lana Del Rey 😭 I'm so so sorry it took me so long to answer your request lovely!! I hope you enjoy it!! Lots of love to you too anon 💖 Warnings: character deaths, swearing, talks of death/suicide.

How had this happened? Kenny's head was spinning, his blood soaked hands cupping your face, his head bowed, his eyes bloodshot, and filled with tears that fell steadily, rolling down his cheek and dripping onto your now motionless face. Everything was taken from him, in the blink of an eye you were gone, and there was nothing he could do to save you, you were gone, and Kenny knew you weren't coming back.

You weren't like him, you couldn't die one day and come back the next, and as the ambulance began to move your body from the sight of the car crash, Kenny fell to his knees, his friends trying their best to hold him up, all of their faces stained with tears. But Kenny's pain was like nothing he'd ever felt before, his heart was broken into a million little shards the moment he seen the car connect with your body. You stood no chance, and Kenny held your hands as you took your very last breath, and it felt like he hadn't been able to breathe properly since.

His friends tried to take him home, tried to get him to calm down, to stop crying, stop hyperventilating, but he just couldn't, the only voice he wanted to hear was yours, and he would never hear you call his name again. Kenny was in love with you, you'd been inseparable for as long as he could remember, you were one of the guys, a part of their group, and it felt wrong, the four of them sitting at Stark's Pond without you. Kenny stood, watching the gentle ripple of the water, staring back at his reflection, his mind focused on nothing but memories of you.

Kenny remember the first kiss you both shared, on the bench that his friends now sat, hand in hand, sharing their fond memories of your life, the antics you all used to get up to together as kids, your hopes, your dreams, but Kenny stood silent, his mind too clouded with grief to even comprehend what they were saying. It was as if everything moved in slow motion, before finally he wiped the welling tears out of his eyes, turning to look at the three boys that had been his lifelong friends.

"I- I think I'm just gonna go be by myself for a bit. I need to think." Kenny managed out, his tears rolling down his cheeks once more, his sleeve rubbing his nose as he sniffled, pulling the strings of his orange hoodie to cover more of his face, and Eric, Kyle and Stan nodded sadly.

"Call us if you need us, Kenny." Stan spoke, the other guys nodding in agreement, as he turned on his worn out shoe heels and walked towards your home. And he stood there, just gazing at your bedroom window, his tears stinging his eyes, trying his best to get himself together, before knocking on the door, and there was no answer, just as he suspected.

With a long sigh he headed towards his own home, swinging the door open, the noise of his parents usual fighting echoing in the background, of his rather preoccupied mind, and when he passed them to head upstairs, they stopped shouting, looking at their son with concern.

"Ken, what's wrong?" His mother Carol spoke in a soft tone, one that Kenny wasn't used to, but she knew there was something wrong with him, the fighting could wait.

"I-It's y/n she... she..." Kenny tried, the lump in his throat becoming too much as his mother embraced him, although Kenny was now taller than her, she was still his mom, and she did care, contrary to popular belief.

"She's what baby? Did something happen?" She asked, and Kenny simply nodded, as she looked up towards her husband, who stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do or say.

"Is she hurt, baby?" And Kenny nodded harder, his tears falling quicker, knees giving way as he dropped to the dirty floor beneath him, his hands covering his face, and he sobbed, he sobbed like he never had before, struggling to catch his breath.

"She's dead." Was all he could muster, before his sobs broke through again, and his mum and dad helped him to his feet, bringing him to his bedroom and sat him on his bed.

"You'll be okay, Ken. I promise everything will be okay." Carol whispered, trying her best to calm her son, and Kenny shook his head, his jumper wet from his tears.

"Nothing will ever be okay, mom! I fucking love her!" Kenny shouted, his mothers arms embracing him once more, shushing him as he cried his heart out, she'd never seen Kenny like this about anyone. It was common knowledge that you both were dating, but no one ever realised how deeply in love you both were, you were both 18, and everything had been perfect, up till that fateful day.

Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days, but finally the morning had came, and Kenny had sobbed himself to sleep, his alarm clock ringing was what woke him, and when he rubbed his eyes and sat up, he felt his heart begin to ache again, he'd only just arose and already he wanted the day to be over. That was until he heard a loud knocking on the front door.

Kenny heard Karen and a familiar, yet muffled voice talking to one another, before the door closed, and he heard footsteps approach his closed bedroom door, and with a knock, Karen swung the door open, a bright smile on her face, as if she remembered nothing from yesterday.

"Kenny! You have a visitor!" She sung, a smile wide across her face, and Kenny's eyebrow quirked, sniffling slightly, trying his best to stop his tears from falling.

"Karen I- I don't really wanna see anyone right now." Kenny replied, his head hung low, and then he heard it, the voice he'd been longing to hear.

"Not even me?" It was you, you were alive, not a scratch on your perfect skin, his head shooting up before he ran to you, pulling you into a tight hug, his tears falling from his beautiful oceanic eyes, and you ran your hands through his fluffy blonde hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Kenny swore this was a dream, this was all his mind playing cruel tricks on him, and soon he'd awaken, and you'd still be gone, no longer in his arms, and he held on tighter to your jumper, his body shaking.

"Please tell me this isn't a dream?" Kenny whispered into the crook of your neck, smelling your familiar perfume, cigarettes and weed, and you cupped his face with your hands, like he did with yours when you were dead.

"I promise this is real, baby. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, I swear." You whispered softly into your sobbing partners ear, and he gazed up at you, his lips meeting your own, your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist, and he couldn't believe that you were here, in his arms, kissing him back like you always had, and as you both pulled away, your eyes meeting, Kenny took your hand and pulled you further into his room, the door closing behind you both.

"So you remembered?" You asked, and Kenny just pulled you on to his lap once he'd sat on his bed, his arms going round your waist, fluttering soft whispers of kisses against your face, and he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes still bloodshot from the hours of crying.

"Of course I remembered!! Just like you remembered with me. I really thought I'd lost you... I thought I'd never have the chance to hold you this way again and I-I..." Kenny trailed off, his eyes welling with tears once more.

"I guess it just made me think, how special you really are, how much I really need you to survive... I even thought about killing myself to join you, cause I swear I'd do it everyday if it meant we could meet in heaven together, and I'd be able to hold you like this again, if even for a little while. I really am in love with you." Kenny whispered, his eyes welling once more, and yours did too, before connecting both your lips together once more, yours hands lost in his soft hair, and Kenny smiled against your lips, tightening his grip on you.

"Although, what I'm about to do to you, we'd definitely be sent to hell for." He said with a smirk, flipping you on to your back as he hovered over you.

"I love you too, Ken. And don't worry, no matter where either of us go when we die, we'll always find our way back to each other."

And with that, your night began, and it was bound to be a long one.

#kenny mccormick #kenny south park #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh #eric cartman #kyle south park #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick smut #stan south park #south park #south park fandom #sp kenny #kenny sp #south park fanfiction #fanfic

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 2 years

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Ok I’ve never done a request but it’s stuck in my head and I can’t write. Eddie Munson would absolutely melt if he was laying in your lap and you started playing with his hair🫠

SCREAMING CRYING!!!😭😭😭All day at work today, I was thinking about this. I daydreamed away the entire shift, spent it all with Eddie, and I did my best to remember everything I was thinking of!💖

Summary: Sometimes, Eddie just has to turn the music off, shut his bedroom door, and let himself cry. Being the freak doesn’t bother him most of the time, but every now and then, it all gets to be too much. With your fingers in his hair and his body against yours, Eddie knows he’ll be okay. Someday.

Contains: reader comforts Eddie, Eddie crying, fluff, canon angst (bullying; Jason versus Eddie), nicknames (honey, sweetie, etc.)

I listened to and had Solitude by Black Sabbath in my head as I wrote this; the feeling of that song is what inspired and prompted this piece (as well as the request itself - thank you so much for being my first one!)💔

(On another note, I couldn't believe this is Ozzy singing but all my research says it is - they added a delayed effect to his voice so it sounded like there were two. He sounds so different to the Ozzy I know, but it makes me love the song even more. It's so melancholy but soothing and that's the vibe I wanted for this piece).

Word count: 3, 198.

Tagging @the-slasher-madame @alliecheer007-88 @moonlighteeve @sabbathsworld @spencestyles @eddiebunson

And a big thank you to @gemstone-roses for reading this over and helping me with the ending! I just don't know when to shut up😂

At school, Eddie was the personification of a hurricane. He was loud, chaotic, unafraid to stand atop a table and make some noise. He was always right in what he said, but the way he delivered those truths left much to be desired for the majority of the school population.

Only you and the other members of Hellfire Club truly appreciated the words, the theatrics, the way Eddie liked to deflect attention away from the kids he mentored by making himself the centre of attention; it was so seamless a display of protection that even the kids themselves missed it sometimes.

But you saw Eddie's actions for what they were, you heard his speeches for what he was really saying, and you knew and loved Eddie as no one but you and his uncle got to see him.

Not just the way he behaved at school, but also the way he truly was.

Eddie was... soft.

There was a notable edge to him, to be sure - he wasn't afraid to play into his reputation when he needed to, and he definitely wasn't afraid to get violent. He had a switchblade with a sharp tongue to match, though words were his preferred weapon. His voice became high pitched when he was pissed off or scared, he complained about things and swore about them the whole time but he did them anyway because he knew it was what was right. You saw bravery in his mundane. He sewed patches onto his own jacket, his tongue sticking out in concentration. He would look up towards the ceiling to take deep breaths when he pricked himself, calming himself down before he carried on; wanting the end result no matter what it personally cost him. He got excited when he saw stray cats in the trailer park, he did as many chores for his uncle as he could between having to wake up for school and his uncle coming home from the night shift. He listened to you and his friends, supported and encouraged those who needed it, helped those who were too scared to ask him for help. Gave people a place to sit when no one else would let them, gave Dustin all the time in the world to say what he wanted to say, even and especially when others got impatient with the little shrimp.

Eddie was strong, resilient, sweet, charming, intelligent, creative, passionate, truly such a good person; beautiful inside and out...

And incredibly sensitive.

You saw the act which Eddie played into when he was at school and you loved him for his eccentricity. He owned it and encouraged others to do the same. You saw the man who worked hard at his music, who worked hard to make his clothes his. The man who sold drugs at a higher price than they actually were but only to people who were mean to him. Kind people got a discount. Friends often got drugs for a steal, or he wouldn't charge them at all. It wasn't the best way to make money, but Eddie did it anyway, just so that he could better help Wayne with the bills and upkeep of the trailer. In short, Eddie did the best with what he had and you admired him strongly for that.

But what you admired him for the most was the way in which, when the hour was right, when the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky bled into purple and dark blue hues, Eddie dropped it all and showed the rawest parts of himself to anyone who cared enough to look, to really look.

A part of you found that, the darker Eddie's mood, the more beautiful he became. Perhaps it was in the heartache with which you watched him, or maybe it was because you knew how precious a soul he was and only you got to see him when the world had forced him to his knees, or maybe it was just because you knew he was safe with you, just as you were safe with him. He was so, so pretty, even in his pain, and somehow did you only love him more.

You watched as he paced around the kitchen area of the trailer, going in a full circle before moving through the living space and down the long corridor towards his bedroom. He punched lightly at the door, then spun on his heel, dark hair flying like lightning, and repeated the circuit. He was muttering to himself, dark eyes staring at the ceiling or out the window or down at the floor. Not at you. If he looked at you, he'd crack, and he didn't want to crack. So he didn't look.

He just kept pacing back and forth, back and forth, trying to work out his energy, getting more and more aggravated by the circuit.

He was on his thirteenth one before you intervened, your concern simply too great and your want to help him even greater.

"Eddie?"

A non-committal grunt as Eddie spun past you.

"Eddie."

A faster circuit, a harder punch on the bedroom door, he came back through the kitchen, swore under his breath, turned -

"Eddie!"

He stopped dead. A shuddering breath. Dark eyes looked through you. Swimming with too many thoughts to listen to, words too small to matter but cutting him up all the same, screaming inside his head. Too much too much too much too much -

Eddie put his hands over his face, his shoulders bowing inwards as he cried. He sniffled, didn't make much noise, but he was all you could hear. Great heaving breaths picked up and Eddie followed his body's movements down, down, 'til the world literally and metaphorically had him on his knees, sobbing on the kitchen floor in the trailer.

"Oh, honey," you cooed as you immediately stood, walking over to Eddie. You didn't run or make your urgency physically known; you didn't want to spook him. You hadn't ever seen him like this; never before had he allowed you to see him totally shatter. "Oh, sweetie, deep breaths," you bent slowly, giving him plenty of time to move away, but Eddie gave no indication that he even knew you were there.

How many times had he ended up here and been left all on his own?

How many times had he scraped himself up off the kitchen floor?

How many times had he pulled himself together, hands swiping across wet cheeks as he suppressed sniffles, not wanting to worry his uncle or friends?

How many times had he completely moved through his upset, coming into school like it was no big deal, and no one noticed?

How many times had he screamed for help inside his head, paralysed by his emotions, and unable to voice them to anyone, so he had suffered silent and alone? All the while begging to be seen, heard, helped, loved?

How many times?

The seemingly endless possibilities made you feel sick and you swore there and then that this was the first of every time that you would be there for Eddie, just as he always was for you, no matter any personal cost.

You rubbed his back in slow movements, your hand firm against the softer material of the Dio logo cut off an old band shirt and lovingly stitched onto the back of the denim jacket he had personalised himself. "I've got you, Eddie, I'm here, you're not alone." You blinked hard against the stinging of tears in your eyes and made a concerted effort to focus on Eddie. If he saw you cry at all, let alone for him, then he would forget himself in the face of tending to you, and you didn't want him to do anything other than to feel his own feelings. He had a lot of them and they needed to come out just as they were.

Sobs turned to sniffles but Eddie still didn't look at you. That was okay, you were content to let him take his time. As best as you could, you angled your hands so you could dash tears away from his cheeks. Eddie flinched away when your thumb got too close to his eye and you bit back a smile; he was reacting to you, so he was beginning to come around. That was a good sign.

Fuck, but the way he whimpered before he raised his head to look at you, his dark eyes pools of melted galaxies and stars, burned out before their time but still trying to reach someone with their light. "I know you do." A hoarse whisper. He sniffed harshly, "I feel pretty fucking far from okay, Y/N."

Sweet boy. He made your heart bleed.

Eddie ran a hand over his tear-stained, damp face, shaking his head. He seemed as though he was trying to physically remove his thoughts from his mind, get to feeling better. No one ever got to see Eddie Munson cry. He kept that part of him hidden from the world, but you were his world and now his walls were crumbling down, so fast that it made the both of you dizzy. You were practically frantic in your want to comfort him, to help him. His dark curls brushed lightly across the strong slopes of his shoulders and you tucked some strands behind his ears, wanting to see him. As your fingers ran through his hair, catching on minute tangles, Eddie's eyes slipped closed and he tilted into your touch like a cat. He took a deep breath, pure instinct, and pushed back against your hand. No, not pushing... nuzzling.

“What's the matter, Eddie? You can talk to me; you're safe here with me, I promise. I've got you.”

Eddie sniffled again and you kept playing with his hair; full strokes from his hairline down, down, to the very tips, your fingers gentle, slow. Trying to love him as he deserved... so intensely that he didn't know what to do with himself. You gave him the space and the time to come to you; if he spoke, wonderful. If he didn't, that was okay too. Whatever he wanted. You just wanted to be there for him while what happened, happened. You moved out of the crouching position and sat cross legged before him, getting yourself comfortable.

“Do – do you believe the - “ Eddie whimpered again and you made a soft noise, something between an “oh” and an “awh” as you sought to comfort him, not wanting to interrupt but needing to acknowledge that you were there with him, fully present in the moment and your every nerve fixed on him. “The stuff they say about me?” Freak. Devil worshipper. Cult leader. Never gonna graduate. Waste of space.

“Oh, honey, no. I don't believe anything they say. How could I? They don't know you. But I do. I know you and I love you, Eddie. So much and for so many different things it makes me dizzy sometimes.”

Eddie's dark eyes looked at you fully for the first time and your next breath caught in your throat at how filled with pain his face was. His eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, his bottom lip bitten to all hell as he had worried at it with his teeth. His tongue was probably sore, too, from having bitten back scathing remarks all day. Even when being mean and scary would have been easiest option, to treat others as they treated him, Eddie was only ever kind. He had a darker streak, it was true, and there were numerous times he had delivered below the belt punches with his words, but those were times in which he had had to be mean. A cornered animal would only take so much before it attacked.

“You're none of those things, Eddie, you're - “ Here, you hesitated. Did he want to hear what you wanted to say? Was it right to vent about him to him when he was feeling like this? Or would it be welcomed? What if -

Fingers spidered across your knee, squeezed. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Together, right?”

Oh, help you. Your heart bled even as you nodded in agreement – there he was sobbing on the kitchen floor, trying to encourage you to open up to him. Even in his pain, he was so kind and it made you want to cry for him, because of him.

“It's just... they're so wrong about you, Eddie. They don't see you for who you are. Not the patience you give Dustin when he rambles for five minutes just to say what's effectively one sentence, not the kind way you mentor people who have no one else to sit with, not the way you taught me how to play D&D just so I could sit with the rest of Hellfire and feel included, not the way you try so hard with the things you're passionate about. Like your guitar, your campaigns, your jacket... it took you weeks to make it just as you wanted it. They see what they want to see and they believe what they want to; judging you without even trying to know you, and that's their loss. You're nothing like what they say, Eddie, please, I - “ you ran your fingers through Eddie's hair, and again his eyes fluttered shut and he melted into your touch, “I love you so much for who you are, in those moments when it seems like everyone's watching but no one's looking, in those moments when you're playing up to the persona they think you are, in those moments when you're crying alone. You're not a freak, or a cult leader, or anything else. You're you and you're... fuck, you're so beautiful, Eddie.”

Silence. Eddie, processing. You, waiting. Supporting. Patient, caring. Loving.

Finally, after what seemed like forever but was probably only a few minutes, Eddie sniffled and exhaled through his mouth before he stood up, your hands falling to your sides. He looked down but not at you and held out his hand. Your fingers widened so that you could slide them between Eddie's and he gave you a tired, sad smile as he pulled you up to stand with him. You followed him, already knowing what he wanted, and you were the first to clamber up on the double bed. You laid down flat on your back, eyes fixed on Eddie. He looked as bad as he felt, you were sure, and it made your heart ache. He didn't come towards you immediately; he was... hesitant? Sometimes you had a little trouble reading him, but you knew how kind and tender-hearted he was, and you used that to guide you. Eddie just needed to be loved in moments like this more than anything else.

“Oh, c'mere,” Fuck, but you almost cooed as you raised your hands, arms slightly away from your sides, “take what you need from me, pretty boy.” You tried to keep your voice as soft as you could without dipping into the volume of a whisper. You wanted Eddie to stay in his vulnerability, to feel safe in being open and raw with you. You knew he was still processing your monologue and he would address it when he felt like he had the right words to say. Eddie took emotional situations like this seriously; about as seriously as he took Hellfire. His passions and his devotions were one and the same. It was one of the many things you admired and loved about him.

Eddie almost stumbled over to the foot of the bed as he clambered up with the same grace through which he stepped up on lunch tables, his body crawling up the bed until he could let himself gently collapse. Even like this, even almost unaware of himself, Eddie was still considerate, making sure to watch bony elbows and knees as he laid atop you. He wasn't happy or comfortable if you weren't. His face pushed into the warm crook of your neck as his arms slid in the gap between your back and the mattress, his fingers wiggling and rings digging into your back. You pulled up, helping him, and Eddie sighed in content as he hugged you to him, his dark curls tickling your chin. His sigh was thick with tears both shed and unshed, his body a weight against your own which seemed to bleed heat. Your hands found purchase in his hair, fingers scratching at Eddie's scalp.

“You're so beautiful, Eddie.”

You felt Eddie turn his head, pushing his face against your skin. A dry but soft, painfully gentle mouth peppered the skin there with kisses. Trying to convey his overwhelming emotions with words he just didn't have; too highly strung. Too tired. “Do you - “ Eddie sniffled, his voice cracking at the start of the next word. You almost didn't hear him. “Did you mean all that, what you said back there?”

You kept stroking his hair, root to tip in soothing motions, fingers carefully and gently manually undoing any tangles you encountered. There weren't many; Eddie took good care of himself. “Every word, beloved.”

Your tone left no room for argument and Eddie made a soft noise, something between an “oh” and a “hm” as he squeezed you tight, pressing every plane of his body against your own. He couldn't get close enough but you didn't shush him or tell him it was okay; you gave him nothing like that. You simply remained quiet, let him take what he needed from you, and you matched his energy as best as you could. You kept stroking his hair, playing with the ends as you felt him melt into you; you were as stable beneath him as the mattress was beneath you and you refused to so much as shift your weight. You didn't want Eddie thinking that you were uncomfortable; he was so vulnerable and you wanted to be the solid ground which his proverbial feet were missing.

You couldn't have known that simply by being who you were, you were already all of that for him and more.

Eddie squeezed you again and then in one big exhale, he physically relaxed and you could feel from the lack of tension in his shoulders that he had just let the whole day go; you admired how he was able to do that. When Eddie decided not to let something bother him any more, it no longer did. Sometimes he just needed a little help getting to that point, and that was more than okay. He was so brave, so strong, so stubborn.

“I love you so fucking much, sweetheart.” Eddie's face rubbed at your neck, back and forth, like a cat headbutting the hand pulling away from its head because it wasn't done yet, and warmth bloomed in your chest. It burned until all you could do was lay there and smile into Eddie's crown.

He was feeling better.

“I love you too, Eddie. The sanest of them all.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 x reader #eddie munson my beloved

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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Everyone asking for needy han meanwhile I'm here thinking of a convo we had of just Binge watching Studio Ghibli films with him, 🥺💖 like he keeps asking you sure you can watch one more movie? You're 2 films in, and as he goes to play another movie you're just sleeping all peacefully with your head on his chest, and then the members walk in and they're like did she really fall asleep? And he's all like looking down at you and just smiles " yeah its okay tho she's adorable "

this is something i want so badly 🥺😭

FLUFF BELOW CUT

warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, a lot of floof!!

movie night. Fridays are always yours and Jisung's movie nights, you both made that apparent the day you both got together.

this Friday night, is no different. the band members were kind enough to give you and Jisung some personal space. they all opted in visiting a bar restaurant which meant that they wouldn't be home until past midnight - perfect for you and Jisung

the living area dimly lit, bowls of popcorn and sweets on the coffee table with some drinks. you're dressed in a spaghetti strap vest and shorts whereas Jisung is in grey sweats and no top - skin on skin contact is an absolute must for you both

situated between his legs, head on his bare chest, you hum in content feeling warm and loved from your better half. the fleece blanket providing you both some extra warmth on this cold, winter night.

Spirited Away being the first movie of the night. you both re-enact some scenes, going along with the voice lines and laugh softly if one of you messes up. throwing popcorn and candy into your mouths before exchanging sweet kisses.

Howls Moving Castle being the second. You nuzzle into Jisung's chest, wanting to feel even closer to him, his arms holding you gently, fingers gently tracing small patterns on your skin making it tingle and goose bumps to say hello

Halfway through the film, your eyelids start to feel heavy. you don't want to sleep, not yet at least! just a few more glorious minutes with Sungie...

but his warmth and comfort is overpowering. his soft chuckles rippling from his chest, his heartbeat providing you some soothing asmr to your ears as does his slow breathing.

don't fight this losing battle of sleep.

“another one?” Jisung says, looking down. he coos at your sleeping figure, soft snores escaping your parted lips. his heart melts as does he. you're the most precious thing to him and to see that you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep, does something to him.

his heart feels like it going to burst from all the happiness and love he feels. butterflies erupting in his stomach - this is blissful.

he reaches for his phone, careful not to wake you. he checks the time, which is currently past 1 am, meaning the band members will be back any minute now. he quickly snaps a photo of you, squealing silently to himself before saving it at his wallpaper. he kisses the top of your head gently, stroking your hair as the band members barge in in their usual noisy manner

“can't believe you lost at rock paper scissors, yet again changbin!” Chan states, the members laughing as they all pile in.

“he just sucks, that's all!” Seungmin says with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“YA! I do not suck, okay! just... bad luck” Changbin says in his usual loud tone. normally, Jisung wouldn't mind all the noise and commotion, but when he sees your nose scrunch up and a hand rubbing your eye slowly, he frowns

“hey uhm. I don't wanna sound like that guy, but could yall just keep the noise down a lil.”

the guys look at Jisung, then you before laughing softly.

“sorry, Ji!” Changbin apologies. Jisung smiles before shaking his head.

“did she really fall asleep on you?” Minho does his short, rapid blinks, not being able to gauge the scene in front of him.

“yeah.” jisung looks down at your sleeping frame, smiling softly and lovingly at you. “yeah, she did but she's adorable so I don't mind.”

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gyll-yee-haw · 5 months

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heyyy! missed you a lot omg 😭😭😭💖 do you write for all jake characters? i was thinking of something like, detective loki has a very sensible and sweet girlfriend and she loses a pet and he comforts her while she's going through it. a very sad but also really soft and cute because of how much he takes care of her

Hii, angel!! I missed you too!! 🥺❤

I think the only characters I wouldn't write for would be Jack Twist (cause I only write female readers), like bubble boy lol, and Jeff Bauman (cause he's a real person, I think it would be weird). But except from those, I believe I would write for all! And I ADORED your request because Detective Loki is my absolute favorite character ever, the actual love of my life, think about him all the time <3

Warnings: the absolute cutest thing I ever wrote, hurt/comfort, pet death, sad as heck (my cat was making biscuits on my belly as I wrote it, I almost cried), a few swear words, buuut with tons and tons of fluff <3

Like 2k words

I named the dog Nugget because nothing makes me happier than pets with food names 😭

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Knowing that day would come couldn't make it any easier. You just lost your childhood best friend. Someone who has always been there and... the fact he won't be anymore is almost unbelievable.

David had been by your side through the whole process. When Nugget started getting sick, he rushed him to the vet countless times. On his last days, David would always come home with a million treats and pillows, and blankies, everything to make your baby as comfortable and happy as possible. When you and David started dating, Nugget was part of the package. He had never had a dog before, but once you moved in, bringing yours along, he went full dog dad mode.

"No, don't worry, you should get some rest..." he would say, as an excuse to be the one to take Nugget on a walk or play with him.

And it really went both ways, Nugget was absolutely IN LOVE with David. He would wait for David to come home for hours by the door, and never leave his side when he does. You were jealous at first, but it was really adorable... having a dog really helped Dave with his stress.

But now... now the house felt so empty. Even though David was extremely heartbroken, he knew he had to stay strong for you.

He helped you bury Nugget on a special place with all the things he loved, and have a little funeral, where he made sure to say a few words, cause he knew you couldn't.

The day after the funeral, you woke up after noon, and could barely open your eyes from crying all night. You heard noises coming from the kitchen. Weird... David should be at work.

You walked downstairs to check. You found him cursing at something in the oven.

"Dave?" You called softly.

"Love?" He answered, pretending he had everything under control. "Hi, did you... did you get some sleep?"

"I did. Shouldn't you be at work?" You asked confusingly.

"I... yeah, it's just..." He sighed. "I didn't want to leave you here alone, I took the day off."

"You took the day off?" Your eyes widened. "David, you worked on Christmas. And on Thanksgiving. And on your birthday. And..."

"I know." He interrupted. "I'm sorry, baby... I know I work too much. But I thought... you might need some company."

His words seemed to hit both of you at the same time. It was always Nugget who kept you company during David's countless working hours. Now everything would be so much worse... not only you would be without David, you would be completely alone...

Your eyes filled with tears. He rushed to your side.

"Hey hey hey..." he held you tightly. "It's okay, baby, you won't be alone, okay? We'll figure it out."

You allowed him to hold you, closing your eyes and trying to just feel that moment. You needed to cry, you needed to hurt, and he knew that. It's part of the process and he would be right there until you were strong enough to carry on. As he held you, you could feel his warm embrace. His heart beating softly as he breathed slowly. His soft belly and strong arms. The smell of... what was that smell?

"Dave?" You wiped your tears and looked at him. "There's something... burning?"

"Oh, FUCK!" He rushed back to the oven, quickly turning it off.

"What's going on?" You followed him.

"I was... I was trying to bake a cake. Just... to make you feel better, and you weren't eating, I thought that maybe... oh, fuck, I knew I should just buy something, but I didn't want to leave you here and go out, then..."

He stopped his rambling immediately when he looked at you. You were... smiling?

"Dave, you're the best, I swear." You hugged him from behind, giggling.

"Wait, hold on..." he chuckled. "I fucked up."

"You didn't." You explained to him. "I didn't need a cake, I needed someone to care this much about me."

"Y/N..." he turned around to face you, staying inside your embrace. "You have no idea how much I care about you... you are my everything."

"I love you, Dave. I don't know how I would do this without you."

"You won't do this without me, I'll be right here, okay?"

"I don't know..." you shrugged, feeling the pain coming back to your chest. "I feel like it's not gonna go away... ever."

"I know." He sighed, caressing your hair. "I'm gonna miss him too. But I just know he was the luckiest dog who ever lived. To be loved this much by you, to grow up by your side... I just know he lived his best life."

"He did." You allowed yourself to smile again. "He was so happy. Specially after you came along."

David had to fight his emotions. He felt a little sting in his heart. He loved his little family, but he felt so undeserving of all that love. He thought about how Nugget got attached to him so quickly and he couldn't understand why. Just like he couldn't understand why burning a cake was the only thing that made you feel better, after all he tried... maybe love was still a little bit of a foreigner concept for him to understand. But maybe that was the point... as a detective, he was always trying to understand everything, and maybe love wasn't something to be understood... all he knew was that it was all over that kitchen.

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Weeks passed and you were still healing. You still cried sometimes, but you were starting to accept it.

David had to go back to work, of course. Lives depended on him and keeping him home made you feel worse. At first, he took it slow. Didn't work as much as he used to. But as he started to go back to his normal rotine, you realized it would be harder than you thought.

After one particularly stressful day, around 1am, he went back to his car, ready to go home.

He started the car. Then paused. He could swear something moved on the backseat. He turned around and inspected it for a moment. There was nothing there, he was probably just exhausted.

He started driving. Something moved again.

"What the fuck..." he murmured, keeping his eyes on the mirror.

That's when a pair of yellow eyes looked back at him.

"Shit!" His eyes widened.

It was a kitten. As black as the seats, which is why he couldn't see it before. He left the car windows open and the kitten must have jumped in...

What the fuck was he gonna do now? He couldn't leave the kitten on the streets. But he couldn't take it home either... he had no idea how you would react, you were still sad about Nugget...

His mind raced until he got home, trying to decide what to do.

He had an idea.

As soon as he parked the car, he grabbed a box, put an old jacket of his inside it and placed it in the garage. He went back to the car and grabbed the kitten. He didn't realize how small it was before, but it fit in his hand. The kitten started purring as soon as David's hand made contact with it.

"Oh my god..." he murmured. He had never held a kitten in his life... he probably didn't even know they... vibrated.

He placed the kitten inside the box.

"Okay... I'll see what I'll do with you in the morning."

As soon as he turned his back, the kitten jumped out of the box, following him. It ran between David's legs, making him trip.

"Fuck!" He tried not to fall, at the same time as he tried not to step on the cat, that was the size of his boot. "Listen... you need to stay here, I'll figure out what to do with you in the morning, okay?"

He picked the cat back up, putting it inside the box again.

It jumped out. Of course.

On the 5th time that happened, David just sat on the floor, absolutely exhausted. He rested his face on his hands, cursing his luck. The kitten climbed up his legs and laid down.

David was starting to wonder if he was gonna have to sleep on the garage that night. That's when the door opened.

He and the cat looked at you with a terrified expression.

"I can explain." He said, with the most desperate look you had ever seen on his face.

"OH.MY.GOD." You gasped and brought your hand to your mouth.

"He followed me... I've been trying to get home for half an hour, I swear, he won't let me, I..."

"David." You looked at him with tears in your eyes. "You've been chosen."

"What do you mean?" He was trying to figure out if you were happy or upset. "I'm gonna take him somewhere tomorrow, I'll just..."

"David!" You kneeled next to the kitten, offering your hand for it to smell, and it immediately headbutted your hand. "Don't you dare say something like that, you're his father now..."

"Y/N..." he got even more desperate after hearing the word 'father'.

"This is the most affectionate kitten I've ever seen in my life..." you continued petting the small kitten, who was now loafing on David's leg. You picked it up to look for any signs that it might be hurt or sick. "It's a girl, by the way..."

"It's a girl..." he repeated, trying to process everything.

"You think...?" You got excited for a second, then calmed down. "Well, nevermind."

"Tell me what's on your mind, baby." David gave you space, as you sat beside him, holding the kitten on your lap.

"I... I was wondering if we could... keep it." You kept petting the kitten, who looked very relaxed. "But I understand if you don't want to... I mean, I know I've been a pain in the ass since Nugget is gone, and you probably won't want to go through that again..."

"Y/N, you haven't been a pain in the ass for a second in your life. I love you." He laughed. "I just... didn't know if you were ready yet."

"Well, I..." you thought about it for a second. "I didn't think I was. But... she chose you, it just... happened. I mean... I know it's hard to lose a pet we love, but... there are others out there who deserve a loving home too, you know? Like Nugget had. And there are so many animals suffering on the streets... specially cats..."

"You know what?" He smiled, really proud of you. "I think this is what Nugget would have wanted."

"DOES THAT MEAN SHE'S OURS?" You spoke excitedly.

"She's ours." He shrugged.

The kitten stood up, stretching and walking from your lap to David's, where she laid down again.

"She LOVES you..." you felt the tears starting to fall. It was so exciting that David would be there since day one for the kitten's life... with Nugget was different, and he deserved this. "She chose you."

"She's... vibrating again..." he raised his eyebrows.

"SHE'S PURRING, DAVID, YOU ARE HER DAD!"

"Jesus Christ..." he sighed, wondering what the fuck he got himself into.

#detective loki #detective loki fanfic #david loki #detective loki x reader #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #prisoners

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bellafragolina · 1 year

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You know i am a sucker for thiiis!!!ñ forgive meee!!! Warden Ingo with a bebe?! UnU cute father Bebe moments because you know i want this man to be a dad 😭💕💖✨️

I think we all love papa ingo, but your delightful au and the idea of Ingo parenting a child <3

But instead of just ONE child, why not three?

Reader is referred to as “Appa” here to stay gender neautral

🍓🍓🍓

It’s morning. Early, early morning, and you’re cold. Your personal heater has left the bed, so with a pout, you peek your eyes open in search of the man, ready to drag him back to bed.

Ingo is sat on the floor, illuminated by soft sunlight. His legs are crossed, he’s shirtless, bent forward as he coos and hushes the babe cradled in his hands. You can’t tell which of the three babies it is from your angle.

“Kudari,” Ingo hums, his low whisper answering your question, “Appa is still sleeping. Papa’s here, Papa will cuddle you.”

Kudari, as you now know, whines in protest. Ingo shushes his son some more, rocking him some more and bringing the baby closer. From the nearby cribs, you hear another cry, loud and echoing through the hut. Nobori is awake now too.

Ingo looks towards the crib, poised to go handle his loud son, but you’re already standing. He jolts as your hand brushes his warm shoulder, but doesn’t say anything, still rocking the whimpering Kudari in his arms.

Nobori blinks up at you with sad, silver eyes. He reaches with pudgy arms, knocking Keiko as he goes. She sleeps on, uncaring of her brothers agony to have woken up without parents nearby.

You carry Nobori over to where Ingo sits, and the babe calms once in the presence of his brother and father. Ingo looks at you with soft eyes, cradling Kudari in one arm, the other reaching for you. His fingers, rough and calloused from climbing mountains and handling Pokémon, brush so softly against Nobori’s furrowed brow, easily relaxing the baby.

“I love them.” Ingo murmurs. He pulls back, and lifts Kudari up, pressing a firm kiss to his head. Kudari makes a babble of noises, all seemingly curious instead of sad this time. “All of them.” He bows and kisses Nobori’s head next, making the baby furrow again. You both just chuckle. “Keiko, Nobori, Kudari, they’re all perfect.”

“Of course they are.” You tease, bringing Nobori up for your own kiss to his cheek. He pushes at your face, confused. “You made them.”

Ingo flushes brightly. “Not alone.” He leans forward, kissing your forehead before resting his head against yours. You both admire your squirming sons, listening to them and Keiko breathe in the soft morning. “You helped so much. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, with a kiss to his nose. “We all do.”

And with that, all three babies start to cry, hungry. Ingo jolts, carefully pressing Kudari into your free arm while he races to get his poor baby girl.

You just laugh, carrying your boys back to the bed while Ingo comforts Keiko and grabs the milk kept in the ice box.

It’s funny, watching him bounce around as he holds three bottles. He constantly has to give his daughter kisses else she wails, and her cries hurt him so, you know it. Still, he manages to return to the bed with all everything, Keiko included, not being dropped in his fatherly panic.

The five of you lie down, you and Ingo warming the bottles as your babies whine and cling to one another as they always have. Ingo kisses each of their heads, watching your coax them into eating with tired, dopey eyes.

Your stroke his hair. There’s time to sleep in a little today.

🍓🍓🍓

He’s a good boy! A wonderful father <3

Hope you enjoy!

~Renee

#warden ingo x reader #ingo x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #submas x reader #triplet terror au #I missed my babies

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clouisluvr · 2 years

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OOH! Yaya! Could you do cuddling with Louis hc?💖

hi! i'd absolutely love to !! ^-^ gonna add a couple general nighttime ones too ...

louis is a chronic cuddler, he's an affection addict!! touch is without a doubt his primary love language (along w gift giving) so he adores cuddling

wears a bonnet to sleep Because i said so. its probably light pink or maybe green

doesn't strike me as the type of guy who likes sleeping shirtless tbh .. probably prefers a long sleeve tee and boxers! also he's a lil quirky and maybe sleeps w socks on (i personally HATEE sleeping with socks on but louis probably irrationally fears demons ticklin his toes at night😭)

the type of person who can't sleep with ANYY light or background noise. like yalls room is pitch black and silentt at night. he might even sleep with an eye mask lmao - i dont think he's a naturally deep sleeper so his bedtime routine is perfectly planned so he can get his rest yup!! when you comment on just how extensive his nighttime routine is he'll tell you, "beautiful people need beauty sleep!"

definitely the type of cuddler who wants to practically be inside your skin LMAO. tries to cuddle by just tangling all your limbs and pressing up as close as possible but it tends to be impractical and a lil uncomfortable (and he's always disappointed that every night, no matter how hard he tries, smushing your arms and legs together is just as uncomfortable as the night before)

so instead you guys opt for spooning! louis absolutely enjoys being little spoon but also loves the feeling of you in his arms

alternatively, i think he'd also love you laying on his chest :( he probably uses his arm as a makeshift pillow to prop his head up and puts his other arm on your back

when you're laying on his chest, the warm smell of vanilla and cocoa butter coming from him is incredibly comforting to you. louis smells AMAZING, you cannot tell me otherwise.. you also stare at him and take in every detail - all his freckles, his clear dewy skin, how perfect his brows and lashes are ... night time makes you remember how insanely beautiful your boyfriend is!!

1000% absentmindedly traces shapes onto your skin, most likely musical notes! he'd probably compose entire songs on the small of your back lmao

he's a BITER! louis absolutely gets cuteness aggression (if you're not sure what that is, it's when humans get all aggressive when we see something cute! same reason we wanna pinch babies cheeks and squeeze kittens.. such a hilariously adorable part of human nature to me lmao)

so he probably softly monches and nibbles on your arm and it definitely tickles and feels funny but you let it slide

you guys definitely have long winded conversations before bed! not necessarily always deep and meaningful, in fact more often then not they're probably the most RIDICULOUS conversations you can imagine

once your conversations die down and you both start getting sleepy he starts humming. i think sometimes you may even ask him to hum a specific song for you and he absolutely would

so many soft kisses :( esp if you're in the laying on his chest position. when both your breaths start to slow and your eyes start to droop, he uses his last bits of energy to cup your face and give you the sweetest kisses. always gazes lovingly at you when you pull apart.

he looks dazed and his eyes are hooded and he's absolutely ready to melt into the sheets and you want him to rest but it doesn't stop him from asking you for just oneee more kiss

im always on here at like 12am when im sleepy and can't be asked to properly check over for typos so i apoligise in advance! was listening to the immunity album by clairo and i was twirlin my hair a bit writing this LMAO. i think louis would be an amazing person to cuddle with💗 thank you so much for your request i really appreciate it and hope you enjoy!

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Hi Amy! I’ve been loving all of your Eddie fics! Especially ones with Wayne interactions 😭💖 could I request one of Wayne helping Eddie cope with life after the Upside Down? Like comforting him from a nightmare or something? 🥺💖

Hi!! Thank you so much for this request, it is so sweet. Wayne deserves all the love and hype 💝

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Crickets, loud trucks, and the occasional thunderstorm are the only noises that ever ring out in the night in Forest Hills Trailer Park. But the terrified scream coming from down the hall jerks Wayne out of his sleep and has him grabbing the closest thing to him, which happens to be a mug filled with cold coffee. Abandoning the cup, letting it tip over and drool its dark substance over the couch, Wayne rushes down the hall. The door isn’t fully closed, so it whips open at his insistent shove, banging against the wall behind it.

Eddie is sitting up straight in bed, face as white as death, and his chest is heaving violently as clammy sweat breaks out across his hairline. His hands are clutching the stained sheets, shaking with the pressure he’s exerting on them. The neckline of his gray t-shirt is dark with sweat and it isn’t the first time Wayne’s noticed that Eddie now sleeps in a shirt, not even wanting his pink and jagged scars to be exposed when he’s alone in his room.

“What’s wrong?” Wayne asks, though he already knows the answer. He wants Eddie to keep some of his pride, knowing his nephew gets embarrassed about having nightmares at his age, even after all he’s been through.

“Nothing,” Eddie says. His eyes are wide and his tone is breathy.

Wayne sighs and takes a few steps closer to the bed. He sits down at the bottom corner and his hand hangs in the air for a moment before he brings it down to pat Eddie’s leg under the blanket.

“I know, boy,” he says. “I can’t imagine what you see when you close your eyes. But you know what? That’s the only place those horrors exist now. In your dreams.”

Eddie nods, but it’s clear that he’s not comforted. His breathing is slowly returning to normal, but his face is still paper white.

Wayne lets out a soft chuckle and Eddie drags his eyes over to him.

“I remember when I was a kid, my little sister - your aunt Ruth - would have nightmares. Shit, your dad and I would tease her about them all the time. She said she’d dream about seeing weird lights in the sky, and she’d be running from a spaceship or something like that. So your dad and I would wait until our folks went to bed, then we’d barge into her room and start panicking because we saw lights out our window. ‘Course we didn’t, but it’d always wake her up and she’d dive under her bed faster than you could say Jack Robinson.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Wayne can see Eddie’s grip on the sheets loosen and the color is starting to return to his cheeks.

“It was funny until one night, your dad and I are fast asleep. Then there’s this loud banging outside our window. I woke up first, and boy I tell you, I squealed like a pig when I saw these flashing lights out in the air. It woke your dad up and he started screaming right along with me. Your grandpa rushes in to see what’s wrong, telling us to quit yelling or else. When I pointed to the lights outside, they weren’t there anymore. We were told to get back to sleep and if dad had to come back in again, we’d get a whoopin.”

Eddie leans back against his headboard and rests his hands on his chest. His body is calmed down, though Wayne doubts he’s relaxed enough to get back to sleep yet.

“Did you ever figure out what the lights were?” Eddie asks.

“Oh yeah,” Wayne says with a laugh. “After your grandpa went back to bed, your dad and I snuck outside, me carrying a baseball bat, and him his BB gun. We were walking down the driveway when Ruth pops up out of the bed of our dad’s old truck. She’s laughing something fierce, and even harder when she sees how bad she scared us. She had a string of Christmas lights with her, that she took from the garage, and ran an extension cord all the way from the house, just to outside our window. A lot of plotting for a little girl, but it sure did work. We never teased her about her nightmares again.”

Eddie lets out a small chuckle and it’s music to Wayne’s ears.

“So, Aunt Ruth just climbed up on top of Gramp’s truck with some lights and scared the hell out of you?”

“She sure as shit did.”

A smile breaks out on Eddie’s face, though it’s a small one, and he tilts his head to look up at the ceiling.

“Sounds like you were dicks to her,” Eddie says.

“That was our job as big brothers. But we would’ve beat someone to a pulp if they tried to tease her.”

Eddie takes a deep breath and nods his head a few times. Wayne isn’t comfortable leaving Eddie alone yet, but he doesn’t want to seem like he’s smothering the boy either.

“Since we’re up, you want to watch a movie?” Wayne asks. “Been a while since I let you pick one.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Eddie slips out from under his covers and stands up from the bed. He scratches the back of his neck heads out of the room. Wayne follows behind him, clapping him on the shoulder as they walk into the dark hallway.

“Can we watch Aliens?” There’s a smirk on Eddie’s face and Wayne’s gladder than he’s ever been to see that mischievous glimmer in his eye.

“I may be an old man, but I can still kick your ass, son.”

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