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kil-g · 9 months

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surprise

a/n: i got too sad after writing that last thing and needed to do something silly

summary: there's a new member of the household and you have to convince simon to like them.

g!n reader; civvy!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: simon being mean to a dog :(

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“Hey, I’m…uh—I’m on my way home.”

“Oh!” You say.

There’s a certain exasperation to your voice that makes him think that you’re somewhere that isn’t the house. He puts his phone down in the cupholder and places both of his hands on the wheel of the car.

“In an hour.”

“An hour?”

“An hour.”

“Could you fuck off somewhere and maybe make it, like an hour and a half?”

“I’d like to go home.”

“I know, yes. I know. It’s just that I have this whole thing planned and I need an extra thirty minutes. You’d be doing me a pretty big solid if you fucked off for a little bit longer.”

“I’m tired and I’m hungry. I’m not gonna fuck off.”

“What, are we making this a race?”

“You can race. I’m going home.”

“Okay, we’re gonna race.” You say, halfway through laughter.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises.” He says.

“Well, I love you and I need you to suck it up because it’s a pretty cool surprise.”

Simon blinks, keeping his eyes on the road. Then, he sighs and says, “I’ll see you at home.”

“Not if I see you first!” You reply, this time a little out of breath.

“I’m not racing you.”

“Scared you’re gonna lose?”

“Goodbye.”

“Love you!”

The line dies out.

Part of him wants to be annoyed. Surprises weren’t exactly his favorite thing in the world. He especially did not like such a surprise that would keep him from coming home after a very long month of trying not to die in a violent, fiery explosion. And, he deeply, desperately wanted to lie down in a bed with an actual mattress, real pillows, and clean blankets.

But, for the life of him, he could not think of anything more unbearable than the thought of letting you down.

It was almost laughable. Simon is first and foremost a soldier. And, when you’re a soldier first before anything else, like a friend, companion, romantic partner, let downs were par for the course. A birthday, an anniversary. Celebrating a promotion or any other achievement of the like. Those didn’t even come secondary or even tertiary on the line of things that needed to be cared about.

And, the worst part, is that you tolerated it. Sure, there was a certain disappointment to a missed call or text. Despite that, you loved him with a stability that he couldn’t possibly be more grateful for. It made him feel almost normal. Normalcy was a luxury someone like him couldn’t typically afford.

So, before he pulls his car into the driveway, Simon mentally prepares himself to be open-minded. Whatever the surprise was, he would do his best to actually try and enjoy it. That is until he unlocked the front door to the house and stepped in, only to be greeted with the sight of a dog sitting up, barking at him from within a metal crate.

She was clearly still a pup. Her paws are far too big for the size that she currently was. And, the more clear it is that Simon was no threat to her, the more she cries to be let out. Though, Simon makes no move to do any such thing. Instead, he sits on the couch and looks back at her until eventually, she stops making noise all together and resolves herself to sit quietly. Each time Simon accidentally catches her eye, her tail wags, bumping against the floor of her crate softly.

This goes on for about twenty more minutes before a key turns in the door knob once again. You step through, carrying bags of groceries.

“Sweetheart.”

“Can you help me with these?” You say.

Simon gets up, takes bags out of your hands and walks them into the kitchen. “Why is there a dog in the house?”

You lean down to lift the latch off of the door and the dog comes barreling out. “You couldn’t have opened her crate up for her? Why were you just staring at her like a weirdo? It’s a dog.”

“Why is there a dog in the house?”

“It’s our dog.” From one of the bags you were still holding, you pull out a bag of dog treats and throw it at Simon. “Give her one of these so she knows you’re not a complete hardass.”

“I’m not giving it anything.”

“Simon.”

He looks back at you. And, from the way you stare back at him, it becomes more and more clear that this dog is one of the very very few things that you simply won’t back down on.

In fact, there were toys all over the ground. He’s not sure how he didn’t notice them earlier. And, with an attentiveness that only slightly put him off, the dog fell into step beside you following you very closely while also looking up at you for any sign of praise or reward.

Simon inhales, then exhales. He grumbles under his breath, then rips the bag of treats open and kneels down with one of them in his hand. When the dog notices, she clumsily stumbles her way over to him and gratefully takes the treat from out of his fingers.

You appear at his side and kneel down next to him, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Whose dog is this?”

“Ours.”

“I don’t want a dog.”

“You’ll learn to want a dog.” You say, jokingly. Your hands wrap around his arm and shake him gently.

“I’m serious.”

“Well, you aren’t exactly home very often. I think the decision is mine.” You say, firmly. “And, as sad as it is to admit, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t lonely, sometimes.”

He can feel the weight of your head on his shoulder. He doubts that your intent is to guilt him–but if it is, it’s certainly working.

The dog nudges her wet nose into the palm of his hand. No doubt looking for more treats Her head is smaller than his hand. As gently as possible, he brushes his knuckles over her head.

“Does the dog… make you feel less lonely?”

“Yes. Most of the time.”

He rests his palm over her head now, brushing his thumb back and forth over the space between her eyes.

“What’s it’s name then?”

“Goose.”

“Stupid fucking name.” He says, softly.

“Fuck you.” You laugh. “You love it. Asshole.”

Goose walks in a circle in her spot, then sits with her back turned to him. She leans her weight against his knee.

“Not much of a guard dog.” He murmurs, and you reach a hand to scratch behind her ear. “Hardly did anything when I came in.”

“Because she’s a good girl.” You say.

He can feel her tail hit his foot at the sudden excitement at being praised for being anything. “If she’s gonna stay in this house, she’s gonna have to protect it.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Simon takes another treat out of the bag. Goose does absolutely nothing to hide her excitement. “And, how did this happen?”

“She got dumped outside of my work. No one wanted to take her so I took her.” You say. Simon looks at you and you look back at him. “No chip, no collar. She was wandering around our parking lot for hours, I think. Probably waiting for whoever dumped her. Vet said she can’t be any older than five months.”

��When was this?”

“About a month and a half ago.” You rub your thumb against his arm and press your mouth against his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Yeah.”

“So, what do you think?”

Slowly, Goose sinks down closer to the ground and settles her chin over her far-too-big paws. She looks at Simon, blinking at him with big eyes before they slowly settle into a nap.

“I think that a dog is a perfect waste of space.”

“Okay, what do you really think?” You chuckle.

He sighs. A moment passes of complete silence. You’re hanging onto his arm, kneeling beside him as you both look down at this dog who can only get bigger and dirtier and stupider. This dog, who is also very soft and sweet. And, while (in his own opinion) he might be something of a monster, Simon couldn’t allow himself to be completely heartless. He couldn’t be the thing that takes away the bits of happiness that you can find for yourself.

“If it makes you happy, then I can hardly say no.”

You smile at him, give his arm a squeeze, and press another kiss on his cheek. You stand, “Do you wanna help me with dinner?”

“I’m gonna get cleaned up first.”

You hum in response but before you can fully turn away, he takes your hand and places a kiss on your cheek just below your eye, then another on your mouth. And in the moment that either of you are looking away from Goose, she gets up and begins chewing on his shoelaces.

“She likes you.”

“If I’m lucky it’ll pass.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t say that it will.”

Another moment passes where it’s nearly completely silent, save for the sound of Goose’s mouth gnawing the little strings attached to Simon’s feet. Then, slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a squeeze.

Then, you pull away, picking up Goose with a labored groan. You walk her over to the back door, open it, and place her down at the threshold. She all but stumbles down the steps into the backyard.

“Well, go get cleaned up if you really wanna help me with dinner.”

Simon watches you empty out grocery bags, then sighs. You listen to his footsteps walk farther into the house. And, through the window, you watch Goose twist up and roll into a splotch of mud.

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someonealreadyhadmynickname · 10 months

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Dad headcanons | Leon S. Kennedy

warnings: pregnancy

I picture Leon being in absolute bliss when you break the news to him. He’ll be laughing while hugging you. He’s never had a normal family, and I believe he would want children of his own. He’ll be so happy he won’t be able to erase a dumb smile from his face for the rest of the day.

Reads lots of articles on parenting and baby development.

A worrywart. One day several noises woke you up late at night and you discovered your husband babyproofing everything in the house. Turns out he was so worried he couldn’t wait til’ the morning.

You have to be very careful about mentioning your cravings because this man is driving in the middle of the storm if that means getting what you want. You’ll have to physically stop him from going out at ungodly hours just because you crave some donuts.

If it were up to him, you wouldn’t even get out of bed. He has to be holding your hand when you use stairs, no matter how many times you’ve tried to convince him you are totally capable of doing it alone.

“What’s next? I’m not allowed to use scissors?”

Your laugh slowly quietens as you notice Leon’s thinking face.

“... I don’t see why you would have to use scissors”

One day he came home with a big present box and when you opened it a german shepherd jumped at you. He got a trained police dog to keep you company. (Not before making extensive research on the best family dogs, of course).

On top of that, he would want to hire someone to help around the house because the thought of you being alone makes him worried sick.

He’s so silly. Talks to your belly all the time. When he comes home he always greets you with “how are my babies doing?”

He goes crazy with baby stuff. Clothes, plushies, bottles, toys, everything he sees in stores ends up in the baby room. The room is so full of stuff you two had to keep some things in the attic. He has promised to stop buying things several times but there’s always something that catches his eye and he has to get it.

“And this is a baby monitor— I know that face, you don’t like it”

“No, I love it, it’s just…”

“Yes?”

“You already bought one of those, love”

“Aha! No, I bought a different one. Now, you see, the one we had doesn’t had all the features this one has…”

Strikes me as the kind of guy who would want to wait a bit before telling people about the pregnancy… However, he ends up spilling the beans two or three times. Also, people kinda catch onto it because all he talks about is about children’s development.

Sometimes you wake up at night to find your lover lying awake, watching at the ceiling. Truth is, he can’t help but worry about your child’s future and spends hours thinking about it; but when you ask him what’s keeping him up, he always answers that the excitement of becoming a dad won’t let him sleep.

Will do the impossible in order to be with you during the delivery. He has warned his superiors months in advance that he needs to rest during the days when is probable the baby is coming. In the worst case scenario, where he isn’t able to make it in time, he is gonna be regretful for a very long time.

Definitely cries the first time he holds his baby.

He randomly wakes up at night and goes to check the baby. He’ll sit in front of the crib and stay there for a while, sometimes he picks the baby up and just holds them. Will always give them a kiss on their forehead before leaving.

Converses with the baby. He could be feeding them, or changing their diaper, and he talks to them as if they could understand him. Tells them about his day, how work is going. If you two were ever to argue (which is very rare and, if you do, always with a certain joke air), he is bringing the baby and puts them on his side. He looks at the baby and asks “can you believe this?”

You’ve found him watching baby cartoons not noticing the child is long asleep.

He is beyond cheerful because everytime you are carrying the baby, they raise their tiny arms to his dad wanting to be held by him.

Asks Claire to babysit whenever you two go out on dates.

Which he later regrets because now, everytime the baby sees Claire, they reach out for her. Even if Leon is carrying them. Makes him a bit jealous.

Your baby walks and talks very early on because of how much time Leon spends with them.

Every parent believes their kid is exceptional, but Leon could win the proudest dad competition. As your child grows up, Leon is so amazed by every milestone they complete. “I’m telling you, this child is going places”, he tells you the day your baby learns to roll over.

You mentioned to him once how cute you thought albums were, so now you two keep one for your kid. He takes terrible photos, but you think those are very adorable and keep them in the album.

Takes playtime seriously. He isn’t like those parents who don’t even care about what’s happening and leave at the middle of the game. Tea party? He is wearing his best clothes. Pretending to be spies? Won’t break character. He will be bashful if you catch him tho.

He has this ongoing thing with your child where they try to build the biggest sandcastle everytime you go to the beach.

He always says ‘I love you’ when saying goodbye. Once your child hurriedly kissed his cheek and pretended to leave, but Leon stopped them and said: “Everytime I tell you I love you, I mean it, it’s not just mindless words. Do you mean it?” He knows that, and god forbids it happens, he could not come back home one day. So it’s crucial for him for his child to understand how much he loves them.

It breaks his heart to leave his family so often. On one occasion he overheard your child begging you to talk to their father and ask him to please stop going on missions.

I picture him having a daughter.

The kind of man who takes his daughter to dates. Everytime he brings you flowers, he has another bouquet for his princess.

Your daughter is a performer. She makes up dances and songs and performs in front of you two.

Once, when she was young, she told him she wanted to marry him. He answered he couldn’t marry her because he is already married to you, to which your girl replied “Can I marry uncle Chris then?” Leon hasn’t recovered from that.

Maybe a bit delusional but you two invite over his D.S.O friends for Christmas, Claire and Chris included, and everyone brings a present for your daughter.

He’d like more than one kid, but often worries about what would happen to his family if he ever goes missing, so for now, another one isn’t in the plans.

Lying by your side at night, he sometimes thanks you for the opportunity to have a family.

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dejwrld · 16 days

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ʚ₊˚‧ ✿ no distractions, ushijima wakatoshi x black fem reader / nsfw + mdni

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — black reader with descriptors, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, established relationship (reader & ushijima are engaged), just some thoughts, quick drabble, mentions of reader being an influencer, nicknames (reader calls ushijima bear), alluding to smut but it ain't long just a paragraph or two, mentions unprotected intercourse, unedited, consider this a sorry for how long it's taking me to drop part 2 of marry you

He understood why Coach Susaku decided to rent out a traditional Japanese home for some of the players. Most likely to keep a close eye on some of them to ensure they make it to practice on time, keep their heads screwed on correctly before the season comes, and have no distractions.

He wasn't the one prone to break rules, especially with the start of the season so soon (in three days to be exact)—but he just missed her so much that he couldn't resist. A hot shower and an eager you up text later, he's guiding her in the darkness attempting to make as little sound as possible. Which he was sure was impossible because he weighed in at a whopping one hundred and ninety-nine pounds of muscle and was over six feet tall. Moving around stealthily even if he tried was going to be a challenge.

He wanted to mentally curse himself for switching rooms with Kageyama because he wouldn’t have to worry about going up the stairs. His original room was right down from the kitchen, closer to the back entrance of the house that was connected to the way of the hot springs. So here a 6’3, Ushijima was tip toeing up stairs the best he could so he can get to his room upstairs.

When him and his girlfriend finally made it to his room, he finally let out a sigh of relief. The first hardest thing he did tonight was done and he had to only worry about sneaking her back out before everyone else woke up the following morning. His muscular toned thighs can already feel the burn of the laps his coach was going to make him take if he found out he snuck his fiancé in a home where no distractions was allowed.

She was his distraction. He couldn’t help that he was strolling on social media and saw her post from earlier and his body got warm all over. He couldn’t help that he missed his girl. His true love. His other half. The two of them being so busy with their schedules by time they settled in bed, they’re snuggled up together or on their sides of the bed sleeping. Now that he was on the road, it felt like they were drifting apart. Not in a bad way, but more-so a way where their careers had them on a nonstop roller coaster. If he wasn’t away for a game, she was at a brand event in London. If she wasn’t at a brand event, he was training and practicing for a game.

“My bear is breaking the rules for little ole’ me. I feel flattered that he’s risking the most gruesome workout punishment for me.” Y/N giggles lowly while gently placing her sandals on the floor. She discarded them at the door to make the journey up here a little easier for the both of them.

Wakatoshi always cringes when she calls him that, but his cheeks always mask the cringe look he gives us by staining a rose pink color every time it rolls off her tongue. A silly nickname she gave him when they made their first red carpet debut. Quote on quote because of how big and stoic he was when they first met.

“Shh.” He brought his finger to his lips. “Not too loud. Hirugami’s room right across from mine.” He warns her before he’s sliding his white t-shirt off his upper half to get comfortable on the futon below him.

Y/N who came over here in just leggings and one of Wakatoshi’s worn out sweatshirts would nod and begin to slide her leggings off her legs. Ushijima felt like a horn dog for even looking, but who could blame him? They haven’t had sex in weeks. But he didn’t invite her over and possibly broke a house rule for that. He just missed her. Plus, he slept ten times better when she was in close proximity of him.

He climbed under the duvet first before she followed snuggling close to him. The warmth of her body forced Wakatoshi to swallow the harden lump that formed in his throat. His fingers running comforting circles on her body. They’re breathing practically in sync with the crickets that chirped outside.

“How the hell am I going to sneak out of here tomorrow?” She asks quietly.

“Just have to wake up early before everyone else does.” He responds placing a kiss at the crown of her head. The scent of her coconut scented conditioner engulfed his nose in a good way. A comforting way.

He had known she must have rushed over here because she didn’t bring her scarf for her hair. She simply just came with herself and her tote bag.

“I’m not much of a morning person, but perhaps that’s the consequence of sneaking in here.” She snuggles closer to him and lets out a satisfied sigh after bringing her leg to intertwined with his. Her foot teasingly rubbing up and down his calves.

“Baby.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t hm me, you know what you’re doing.”

“I can’t cuddle with my favorite bear.” She says

“Stop with the feet thing,” Wakatoshi warns.

“Fine. But can I get a goodnight kiss before we go to sleep?”

Even in the darkness of the room, he can tell she’s poking her full lips out at his words. She came over here with intentions to rile him up in some type of way. While he thought they was simply going to cuddle and fall asleep, she had something else slithering up her sleeve. She wanted him, which of course made sense. Her texts within him being away oozed with need of him. With how busy they were they simply helped the need with FaceTime calls and invisible ink videos. he still remembered the voice note of her sultry voice moaning out his name while she toyed with her pussy.

So, he's giving her what she wanted. Large hand bridging at the nap of her neck and tugging her into a kiss. He missed the feeling of her lips on his. Soft, delicate, kissable. It always made him feel like he was on cloud nine—laying on the softest clouds, receiving the softest kisses from an angel above.

When the two of them get started, you never can stop them. Wakatoshi knew this. One little kiss turns into making out. Making out trembles to him being in between her stretch-marks decorated thighs. Here he was rubbing his hardened cock on her clothed folds teasing her until her panties stuck upon her pussy lips. Soon he was on top of her, deep inside of her as her teeth bite at his broad shoulders to muffle her moans.

For some reason, through the harsh bites from her—he thought it was so hot. The thought of her poorly attempting to be quiet so they won't get caught. But as soon as he pumped forward one last time, her head fell back into the pillow to let out a dragged-out moan that Ushijima quickly muffled with his hand.

"Are you trying to get us caught, hm?" Ushijima questions through inaudible grunts, his words hitting the shell of her ear and sending a chill down her spine.

When Ushijima looked into her eyes, he saw a glint in her eyes that he'd seen many times. She always had this thing where she challenged him—he has grown to notice she does it so he fuck her a little more harder. Nibble a bit harsher on her skin. Kiss more passionately. The woman was going to drive him insane.

"Fine then.." was the last thing Ushijima Wakatoshi mumbled under breathless pants before hooking her thighs under his strong arms.

His coach said no distractions and he fumbled not even the first day in. But he couldn't help himself, he had such a beautiful girlfriend that he just had to be near her when they did have time. If he had to endure the most tiresome practice drills, he would take that risk, especially for her.

Days when the season started, Ushijima Wakatoshi was forced to run laps until he could remember the last fifty brands Y/N collaborated with all because Nicollas Romero let it slip out in front of their coach that Ushijima had his girlfriend over.

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clockwayswrites · 9 months

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A Broken Sort of Normal Part 9

WC: 1431, Masterpost CW: blood, cannon typical violence, off screen civilian and first responder deaths, mentions of death

Danny and his Flash were both very busy people, there was no denying that. The good thing was that the worst of their busyness were the same events. Sure, they both had obligations outside of that. Danny had all of the other work with the outreach and now overseeing and even training other team members. Flash… well, Flash had whatever he did with the rest of his life. Danny assumed he worked, even if it was for the Justice League.

It was a little odd not knowing Flash past the mask. Danny understood, of course he did. A secret identity was important and, despite having been on several dates now, they still were getting to know each other. It wasn’t as if Danny didn’t know anything about his Flash. He knew Flash always comforted the kids first, was fiercely loyal, and couldn’t resist petting a dog. He knew Flash loved trying new foods, played video games with friends that Flash wished he saw more, and really did enjoy spoiling him. He knew a lot.

He just didn’t know Flash’s name or what family Flash had or if those freckles ran all the way across Flash’s nose.

Danny would be patient though, because he understood. It helped that he at least had Flash’s number. He didn’t know if it was a burner phone or an app or routed through a number of proxies; he hadn’t asked. The first thing Danny had done, in fact, was to send a Flash meme. It had gotten him shoved, but that had turned into a make out session on the couch, so Danny certainly wasn’t complaining.

And if Danny now kept a collection of gifs, memes, and other silly Flash things on hand to send? Well, who could blame him.

He rolled over to grab his phone from the coffee table and sent off another picture of a cat dressed up in Flash’s outfit. The amount of people dressing pets up as superheros was honestly shocking. He didn’t expect an answer right then, looking at the time, but he found it was… nice to be able to find things to send to Flash for him to find and respond to later. It made him feel connected to someone in a way that he hadn’t had in years.

Danny recognized, now, that he had been really hurting himself trying to stay so separate from everyone. One way or another, this is how things would be for the rest of his life. He couldn’t keep morning what had happened, what he had lost. Besides, he was just a civilian now, he wasn’t a danger to his friends and family anymore. So, along with Flash, Danny had started actually accepting the occasional invitation from some of his coworkers. He had even found a game store to go to and play at on the weekends.

It was harder than he thought, putting himself out there again, but his life was brighter for being around people outside of work every week or so. He had Flash to thank for that.

He also had Flash to thank for getting him addicted to the Percy Jackson books. He could personally do with less lightning, but the story had a real way of resonating with the halfa. Danny was three books in at this point and needed to know how it all finished up.

A few chapters further in a notification interrupted him.

Quick Boy: It’s not fair that a cat wears my uniform better than me!!

Danny laughed and tapped the message.

Danny: The cat is pretty cute. But I still think you wear it best. You have a better butt. 😏

The little dots wiggled as Flash typed. It was endlessly amusing to Danny that despite being, literally, super fast, Flash was slowed down by the physics of the world around him, like how fast a phone could accept input.

Quick Boy: 😳🫣🥵 Danny! Have you been checking out my butt?

Despite himself, Danny felt a blush heating up his cheeks. They hadn’t gotten any further than kissing, it didn’t feel right to go further when Danny didn’t know who Flash was, but that didn't mean Danny couldn't tease.

Danny: You run around in spandex, I can’t NOT check out your butt. Have to say, it’s a pretty good one. 10/10, would ogle again.

Quick Boy: How do you feel about ogling it in my most flattering sweatpants? Got a hold of that Japanese giant bug movie you were ranting about. I can grab food and be over to your place in about an hour?

Danny: Stop calling it that!!!You know the title! 😤

Quick Boy: I’m not typing out that title.

Danny grinned as he rolled off of the couch. If Flash was coming over, he should at least pick up a little. Danny knew Flash didn’t really care, but the pile of laundry that Danny had been avoiding folding was a bit much.

Danny: Thought you were supposed to be fast.

Quick Boy: 😒

Danny: Come on, quick boy, take the nanosecond and type it.

Quick Boy: I hate you.

Danny: No you don't~

(Danny sung along as he typed.)

Quick Boy: “Help I’ve Been Made a Holy Knight in a World of Giant Bugs and Need to Save the Prince”

Danny: Knew you could do it! Proud of you. 😘 See you in an hour! Bring Thai and ice cream!

Danny was just putting away the folded stack of laundry when an alarm on his phone screamed at him.

It was work.

Emergency alert.

All hands on deck.

Danny dashed for his door, shoving his feet in his work boots and grabbing the backup vest he kept at home. Someone would drive the trucks full of kits there, but Danny still took his little kit with him, just in case he ran into any wounded on the way.

So much for dinner and cuddling his boyfriend.

As soon as he stepped out onto the street, Danny could hear the sound of sirens and the acrid smell of smoke stung his eyes. Danny’s heart sank.

Whatever this was, it was big.

“Danny.”

Danny flexed his hands. Flakes of dried blood broke off and scattered in the wind.

“Danny, babe.”

He would need more gloves for his kit. Was he out? He had to be out. He changed gloves so many times. There were so many people. He had to be out of gloves. He would need more for his kit.

Other hands entered his vision, covered in bright red. Not blood red, bright red. Blood red was mostly darker than people thought. Bright blood was worse. He watched as the hands gently rolled down the gloves.

He needed more gloves.

“Not for today, babe. You’re done for today.”

He needed more gloves, there were so many people.

“Everyone is accounted for. You and the others got everyone.”

Not everyone.

How many people died under his hands today?

Were already dead when he found them?

Wouldn’t last the night?

How many people did he fail?

Too many.

“Danny.” The voice was worried now. “Come on babe, look at me, please?”

Blood had gotten under his gloves, staining his wrists.

“Babe, please.”

Warm, fabric covered hands rested on Danny’s cheeks, tilting his gaze up and away from his hands.

Oh. “Flash?”

“Hey there, babe, you with me?”

Why did he look so worried?

“Because you’re scaring me a little. I think you’re in shock.”

Oh.

“Do you have a shock blanket in your kit still?”

“No… used them all. Had to cover…”

How many people did he fail?

“Okay, that’s okay. I’m going to take you home, okay babe? Well, not my home, but where I used to live— right, that doesn’t matter now. We’re going to go and I’ll keep you safe.”

Danny motioned to a cluster of officials. “I have to—”

“I’ve already checked you out.”

“My team?”

Flash glanced down and away.

“Flash, my team?”

“They’re…. all accounted for. Larson…. He got caught in part of the building coming down. He didn’t make it. Patel was paired with him. She’s at the hospital, they think she’ll pull through.”

Danny tried to say something, but the words caught in his throat. He wanted to scream, to rage, to wail— it all caught up in his throat because he couldn’t. He let out a soundless sob.

Flash pulled Danny into his arms, holding him close. “I know. I know. I’m taking you home. You’ll be okay Danny. It will be okay.”

The colors of the world blurred together as Flash ran, but Danny hardly noticed.

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AN: So this has been 95% written since before I got sick, but just now was the first time I could get my brain to deal with it. A darker part of the story, I know, but it felt needed. Danny's doing a very, very hard job and one made all the worse because Danny used to be able to do more and now he can't. (Though I have no doubt he pushed use of his powers further than was really safe in this.)

Stay safe and delightful, my darlings!

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#dp x dc #danny fenton/wally west #quick death #abson

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youkeepmehigh · 3 months

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NIRVANA

König x reader

König was such a big mess in bed especially when you took control, he just never knew what to do with himself so you’d have to tell him what to do and not kindly.

The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the room and the smell of sex filled the air. You were on top of König slamming your soppy wet cunt on his dick over and over again and again König forgot how many times he had came already after awhile he had stopped counting. You liked using him like this because you got to see him when he was vulnerable, when he felt like less of a man, just the fact that he was completely capable of stopping you but didn’t turned you on.

König couldn’t keep his mouth shut the whole time, talking about how good you felt, how he was so pathetic and he’d be nothing without you. At times you’d get annoyed of it and tell him to shut up but whenever you felt like embarrassing him you’d tell him to do stupid silly things.

“ Please baby, I can’t take anymore I’m drained. ” he whined gripping onto the soft bedsheets underneath him, you simply hummed acknowledging that you heard him but still continued at your rather fast pace most likely trying to ignore him. He whined loudly but didn’t try to make you stop, you giggled at him. “ You tired? ” you asked him, he nodded his head desperately. “ Bark. ” You demanded as if he was a dog, he looked at you with a clearly confused look on his face. “ If you bark I’ll stop. ” you said sweetly, he thought about it for a second before you heard a small bark from him you laughed at him for a minute before stopping to give him a rest.

Had to post something 😭 you can find better stuff in my Masterlist

Also I’m taking requests to help with my writer’s block so request are always appreciated and if I haven’t posted anything about your request trust me it’s in my drafts waiting to be posted

#cod #konig x reader #könig call of duty #könig #könig cod #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig x y/n #könig x you #sub könig

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kissing best friend!steve🫠🫠

pining, obsessed steve? you got it<3

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"Do you ever think about the time we first met?"

Steve peers over his drink, his eyes skeptical and focused in on you from across the table, anxiously awaiting your answer.

"You’re my best friend," you shrug, eyes staring down into your mug at the remnants of your milkshake. “Of course I remember the time we first met.”

That wasn’t necessarily his question, but he’ll take what he can get.

He swallows harsh. “How’d it go?”

You eye him suspiciously, quickly noting the nervous thrum of his fingers on the table between you.

He’s been quiet all night. And Steve’s never quiet when he’s with you. Not during your weekly Friday dinners at the diner.

Steve’s always been a talker, ranting and rambling about work and his parents and the possibility of school. You were the only person he ever really opened up to about these things; the only person he ever felt comfortable enough to tell.

So, he knew you would notice something was off right away. He kept turning the conversation to you, listening with a far off stare. He didn’t chat up the waitress like he usually did, or bicker with you about the radio on the drive over.

But he can’t help it. His brain was going a million miles a minute and his palms were starting to sweat and he’s really never felt so nervous in his entire life.

Tonight is the night. Tonight’s the night Steve comes clean about his feelings for you – all those sickly, sweet feelings he’s been wanting to tell you ever since he met you.

Like how much he adores your laugh and your smile and the smell of your perfume. And the way you always keep extra tissues in your pocket when you know he has a cold. And how you always save him the seat next to you for movie night. And how you always ask him if he’s eaten that day and had a glass of water. And how Friday is his favorite day of the week because he gets to see you. And how he wishes he could see you every day. And how he’s never felt so lovesick before in his life. And how he really, really has to tell you he needs you because he doesn’t think he can keep it from you for much longer. And how he can’t stand being near you and not being able to kiss you when you smile at him like that. And how he hopes to god you feel the same way because he doesn’t think he can take losing you.

But he can’t say all that. He physically cannot say all that.

Secretly, he’s been silently hoping you would just figure out his feelings by yourself already, so he wouldn’t have to muster up the courage to tell you himself.

It’s genuinely concerning you haven’t noticed already; he shows you his infatuation nearly every time you two are together. He’ll kneel down to tie your shoe for you when it comes undone. And he constantly calls you “just to hear your voice.” And he’ll rub your arms in the freezer section of the grocery store so you don’t get cold because you refuse to just take his jacket. And he still wears that silly friendship bracelet you made him in the tenth grade because he’s too afraid to lose it if he takes it off. And he always, without a doubt, gives you half of his food at the diner, even if he hasn’t eaten all day.

The poor boy’s practically obsessed with you, but you never seem to notice – always off in your own little world, leaving Steve to trail behind you like a lovesick, little puppy.

But he doing the whole puppy dog act tonight. He wasn’t doing anything tonight. He was a wet blanket dripping all over the booth tonight. And he was acting nervous.

And you still couldn’t figure out why.

So, by the time you both finished dinner and your waitress brought the check, you were just a touch annoyed.

“‘How’d it go?’” you repeated, truthfully understanding the question, but just wanting to give Steve a hard time.

“Sure, you know. The first time we met… how’d it go?” he asks again, unsure how to make himself any clearer.

Under the table, his foot had started to mimic the nervous tapping of his fingers. Your eyes snapped to his hand, then the bottom lip between his teeth (nervous habit), then down to your purse next to you in the booth.

“Well,” your brows furrow at the check near the end of the table as you blindly start feeling around your purse for some bills, “I seem to recall it was at the mall? You were in that adorable getup with the hat and the socks… and Robin was there–” You turn your full attention down to your purse, looking at it, offended.

Steve’s eyes narrow on you from across the booth.

“Ah!” You finally pull a crumbled up twenty from the bottomless pit that is your purse.

He really needs to remind you to clean that thing out again.

“Where was I?” you ask innocently over at him, “Oh, right. Robin… Robin, Robin. Oh! She told me you were gonna hit on me and that I should shoot you down no matter what.” You finish with a triumphant smile, the memory drifting back into your mind.

He’s always liked when you smile like that. Like he’s the butt of the joke.

“Right right,” he nods, eyes dropping back to the empty glass in front of him.

You seem to be waiting for him to just come out with it, to just say whatever it is that’s been eating him all night.

But he can’t. Something about the moment feels off.

He’s afraid to peek up and catch your icy glare drilling into him, until he hears you let out another huff as you start shimmying out of the diner booth without him.

“Wh–?” You were already halfway towards the door. His hand swipes up the twenty-dollar bill you left as he digs into his back pocket for his own wallet. He tugs out a twenty of his own and replaces it on the table. He tosses out a five as well – should be enough for a tip – before he spots the forgotten purse on your seat and swipes that up, too, sticking your money back in the rightful pocket of your bag before jogging after you.

He's caught up to you just as you've reached the diner door, and you quickly drop it in his face, opting instead to head towards his car in a dramatic huff.

Eyes rolling, Steve swings the glass door back open, his foot making it about half-way through the exit before the hostess calls out to him.

"You finally gonna bite the bullet and tell her tonight, Stevie boy?" she chides him.

"Har, har, Janet. Very funny," he grumbles, tucking your purse under his arm to preserve some of his dignity.

"See you next week, Harrington," she chuckles, looking back down at the desk in front of her.

God. Is he that obvious?

Shaking the fear from his mind, he bursts back out into the warm, summer air, trailing a step or two after you.

"I didn’t hit on you, by the way," he insists, unlocking the car and jogging over to open the passenger side for you.

You slide in, your belly laugh cut off as he closes the door on you.

Once again, he's found himself to be the butt of the joke. He still doesn't mind all that much.

A smile starts to creep onto his lips upon hearing your laughter, but the grin quickly fades as he remembers the severity of his situation. Steeling his nerves, Steve strides around the hood to the driver's seat.

You're just gonna… go in there and just...Tell her. Just say what you feel, Harrington, c'mon. Best case scenario, she feels the same. Worst case scenario, she laughs in your face.

He grips the door handle, but can't seem to muster up the courage to get in just yet. He catches sight of you through the window, riffling through his glovebox, no doubt looking for the mixtape he made for you all those months ago. You spot the one with his writing on the side – crisp, clean – like he took far too much care in writing it. It's just your name on the side, nothing fancy, but he wanted to make it clear this tape was for you in particular. No one else.

Christ, you're becoming a problem.

He grits his teeth and hops inside as you load up the tape, still chuckling to yourself from earlier. Steve bites back another smile.

"Why's that funny? I didn't hit on you when you came in, I was perfectly civil–"

"Steve, you asked me what color lipstick I was wearing and if I had any plans that night," you shoot him a smirk as you reach for your seatbelt.

A blush warms his cheeks at the memory; he thought you would have forgotten.

He clears his throat and starts the ignition, turning in his seat and throwing his arm around your headrest to reverse, actively avoiding your gaze.

"I– uh, don't remember that."

"You're such a terrible liar, Steve," you smile through the words, whistfully, like he has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.

A chuckle bubbles up in his chest and he can't help but peek over at your smile. Now fussing with the buttons of the stereo, you listen for the song you want to hear.

You look pretty just sitting in his passenger seat, the sun gently setting through the whisps of your hair.

His eyes snap back to his rear window.

The car jolts to life as it swings out of the parking lot. Steve knows the way to your house by heart, but he always insists on taking the longer route back on Fridays.

"I'm actually an amazing liar, thank you very much," he mutters casually, adjusting his rearview mirror and merging onto the road.

"No, Steve, you're not," you finally find the right song and turn up the volume a touch - loud enough to hear the lyrics, but soft enough for you two to hold a conversation.

Steve likes this song. He likes all the songs on this tape because they remind him of you – Friday night drives back to your place, close proximity in his car, those butterflies in his stomach when your gaze turns on him.

"Y/N, I am so good at poker, your brain couldn’t even handle it–"

"Being good at poker doesn't necessarily mean you're good at lying, Steve. Just means you're good at reading people."

"Well that, too," he gives you a cocky look before snapping back to the road. "I'm a man of many talents."

"Pshhh," you smack his arm, as if he's said something particularly funny.

"Ow– Wha–? What is so fucking funny?" He shoots you a look across the car, half shocked, half annoyed.

"Nothing," you're giggling through your words once again, "Nothing, Steve."

"What, you don't think I have any talents?" He's accusatory now, leaning towards you for dramatic effect, his eyes still trained on the road.

"No! No, I didn't say that." A wave of seriousness washes over you, but it's quickly replaced with a sincere lightness, a gentle smile as you look at him. "I think you're plenty talented, Steve."

He scoffs, "Don't take that tone with me."

"What tone?" your voice bounces around the car, "I'm not taking any tone."

"That teasing tone, that 'Oh, yeah. Sure, Steve, whatever you say' tone."

You giggle at his poor impression of you, and he can't help the dopey smile that spreads across his face. He can never stay annoyed with you for too long.

You’ve turned your attention back to his glovebox now. He can tell you're reorganizing the tapes stowed there in a very particular order. He strains his eyes a bit to catch the titles. They’re ordered from left to right – his favorites to his least favorites. They’re definitely easier for him to reach from the driver's seat now.

His chest aches at your actions, how you subconsciously think of him, and a warm smile envelops his face. He thinks about how he'd rearrange every tape you've ever owned if it meant making your life a fraction easier.

Your hands freeze and you spin to face him. A silly smile slips onto your own lips and Steve’s breath hitches.

"What’re you smiling about?" you question coyly.

His grip on the wheel tightens and his eyes snap back to the road. He needs to contain himself.

"You always patronize me." He's grasping at straws, but he knows it'll distract you from the nervous hand running through his hair and the nibbling of his bottom lip.

“Patronize y–? Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, but I wasn't patronizing you just now. I was being sincere." You go back to sifting through his glovebox, muttering to yourself, "Surprised you can even use that word in a sentence…”

His eyes drift back down to your deft, pretty fingers, that bright, pristine nail polish, and he has to steel himself once again. There could be dents on the wheel by the time he pulls in your driveway.

A heavy sigh leaves him as he reaches up to anxiously adjust his rearview mirror. He knows he looks nervous as hell; he just hopes you're too wrapped up in your own little world to notice.

You don't seem to, now picking at your pretty manicure and tapping your foot to the music gliding through the speakers.

Steve passes your street sign and he can't stop the impending dread that washes over him at the idea of you no longer sitting in his car. He always hates the drive back to his place after he drops you off - your warmth still mingling in the air, but he can't quite get a hold of it. He likes that your perfume lingers when you leave, and the smell of your shampoo, but he just hates how it fades so quickly, until he gets to smell it again next Friday.

Pulling into your driveway, his stomach drops. It really is now or never.

He switches off the ignition, leaving you two in the warm darkness of the summer night, surrounded by that hazy light right after sunset. Only bits and pieces of your silhouette are visible from the dashboard light, but you’re still as stunning as always.

A heated look passes between you two before you're gathering up your things to leave, mindful to take your tape out of the stereo, replacing it with his favorite one for his ride home.

Your hand reaches for the handle as you start your goodbye.

"Kay, well, I'll see you next week, okay–"

But he stops you with a hand around your wrist. A silent plead for you to stay.

His heart is in his throat. Your pulse is so strong beneath his fingers. He swears he hears your breath catch.

“Y/N," his voice was low, unsure, like he was still thinking of what exactly to say.

"Yeah?" you give him a worried expression, tuned into his serious tone.

"I…"

But the words were caught in his throat, lips unable to form the words.

"I… I forgot." He deflates just a fraction and rubs your wrist once with his thumb before dropping it.

"Geez, Steve. Don't scare me like that. Thought you were gonna say you hate me or something like that." You chuckle as you swing the passenger door open.

Hate you? Hate you?

He’s not even thinking when he pushes open the driver’s side door and jogs after you to your porch.

You stop fumbling with your front door keys and turn to confront him.

“Forgot something, Harrington–?”

But he cuts off your teasing with his lips pressed to yours.

His hands run up to your neck, his thumbs nestled under your jaw and the pads of his fingers stroking at the soft spot below your ear. Your lips are so soft, so smooth, he can’t stop the little sigh from leaving his throat. Finally, he feels you relax into him, coming up to wrap your hands around his wrists gently, melting into his touch.

Eyes squeezing shut, he’s trying to memorize the feel of you, the smell of your shampoo and the feeling of his nose brushing your soft cheek, and the way your lips move against his, trying to drag the kiss out for as long as possible.

Unfortunately, he still needs that stupid thing called oxygen and he’s forced to pull back. His hands stay at your neck, the thumbs rubbing across your jawline, as his blown pupils sweep over your face.

“I’m really, really into you, by the way,” his words come out so breathless as he looks between your swollen lips and your wide eyes.

A shaky breath escapes through your lips. “Good thing I’m into you, too, pretty boy.”

He can’t even get worked up about the nickname before he’s leaning in again, this kiss much slower, much more meaningful. His heart starts to ache from the feel of your fingers rubbing along his knuckles, and he can’t stop from smiling against your lips. Eventually, he has to stop from how sickeningly sweet his chest feels, pulling back to rub the tip of his nose up the bridge of yours with his eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks and his lungs slowly starting to ache in the best way.

He hears a content hum come from the back of your throat, and he can’t help but mimic the same sticky, sentimental sound himself.

His eyes pop back open to get a good look at you. Your cheeks are flushed and your pupils are blown; you can’t seem to contain your own smile.

“Uh… sorry, if that was a little… unexpected,” he chuckles at your smarmy grin, his hands leaving your face as he takes a bashful step back and off your porch. “I’ll, uh… see you next Friday!”

Spinning confidently on his heel, hands tucking into his pockets, he makes his way back down your walkway and to his car, leaving you there a bit speechless. He smiles to himself at your stunned silence as he reaches for the door handle. Pausing for a moment, he spins back round, riding his adrenaline high.

“I’ll call you!” he calls out to you before swinging the door open and hopping in.

You’re just left there, standing on your porch, watching him drive off, one honk of the horn and then he’s down your street.

A hand comes up to graze over your kiss swollen lips. The spot where Steve Harrington just kissed you. The spot where Steve Harrington’s lips were on yours.

Little did Steve know, you’ve been waiting for him to do that for months now…

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington

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veala2 · 6 months

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“ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ꜱʜᴇɴᴀɴɪɢᴀɴꜱ.”

✸ shanks n’ buggy ✸

SYNOPSIS - Being in a relationship with 2 pirate emperors is great, but one aspect that comes with a pirates life is a pirates thirst… no, not that kind, you dog!

CW - gn!reader, obviously there’s some intoxication on both sides, reader is explicitly said to be puking, Buggy is doing some dumb shit, shenanigans ensue.

A/N - I’m back from the dead (work), ready to deliver and slowly (painfully) write my next fic (Christmas themed?)

Probably the first to get black out drunk between the two of you.

He’s been a pirate for most of his life, and drinking was a pleasure he so stereotypically enjoys!

So, when you see his flushed face and goofy smile, you couldn’t help but indulge in his silliness. Letting him play with your hair or kiss you all over your face.

But… when the roles are reversed, he’s 100% on you to make sure nothing happens.

It’s not that he thinks you’ll do something crazy while drunk, no no. Rather, it’s what others would do that scares him.

Pirate bars are filled with crude men swinging their swords around, starting rowdy bar fights which leads to terrified bar owners and civilians to evacuate.

Yes he can take care of you with a simple look- his strong conquers haki coming in play- but he’d rather keep the chance of you safe as high as possible.

“Baby… baby, I’m fine, let me gooo…”

You whines fall on deaf ears, as Shanks adjusts you in his arms once again to make sure your head wouldn’t strain. He chuckles as he makes his way down the wooden steps out of Makino’s Bar, the pounding sound of laughter and drunk men filling his ears.

“I’ll let you go once we’re at the port. There’s no way I’m gonna let you throw up on me again.” He laughs, making you clip your tongue and rub your eyes.

“I didn’t even throw up on you!” You retorted. Which brought another chuckle out of him.

He can remember that scene like it was five minutes ago. Well, maybe because it was five minutes ago. He might be a little drunk himself.

Brushing off the warnings of having too many shots, you took your 21st and started to feel nauseous. Before he could drag you away before you hurled up yesterday’s breakfast. Which happened before he could even get out a word. Leaving him disgusted, but even more worried.

“Sweetheart, trust me, I’m not taking that risk again.” He says, planting an endearing kiss swiftly on the top of your forehead, pulling away at the smell of vomit, Making his nose scrunch up.

Shanks sat you down on the pier of Foosha Village. Rubbing soothing circles on your back, letting you take your course. The night sky shined when it hit the slow waves of the sea, a sky littered with stars. A calm, serene night he loved. Especially with you cuddling into his side.

“Are you feeling better, baby?” He asked, a decimal over a whisper. You nod, groaning into his shoulder.

“Good. Let’s get you home and clean up. And maybe apologise to Makino tomorrow morning if she catches us. Other than that, we can always outrun her fury.”

You let out a weak giggle, despite you still feeling not so great. He holds you in a tight grip, sighing happily and looking up to the sky. Allowing himself to indulge in the beauty of the night sky and the beauty that sits right next to him.

“Remind me to bring a bucket next time.” He jokes, landing him a swift punch to the arm and a goofy smile on his face.

Drinking with him has two outcomes:

Either you’re having good times! A couple of laughs, maybe making some great memories that overlap with some of the more confusing ones of drinking with him.

Or… You’re doing the most batshit crazy thing you’ve ever done in your life.

WITH HIM JUST STANDING THERE.

HELLO!?

When I tell you drunk Buggy can take over the world if he so pleases, I mean it

That man has no inhabitions, no thoughts, just a pure drive to do whatever the FUCK he wants for the next 24 hours.

You wonder how such a cowardly clown can become so brave by just a couple of shots.

And honestly, you can be the same way too. It’s not hard to get caught up in all the excitement and thrill of doing shots with a pirate group and almost ending up with a broken limb.

But MAN-

It’s a really mind boggling thing… Like, you could write a psychology paper on it.

“BUGGY, DON'T YOU DARE MOVE!”

“Huh!?”

Your shouts echo the inside of his towering circus top. There your boyfriend was, drunk off his mind due to some of the finest whiskey found in the Grandline (which he happily took), and placing his left leg inside the brightly human- cannonball. He looks back at you, confused but then displaying a goofy smile.

“Aw, c’mon, baby! It’ll be so much fun, just keep watching!”

The older pirate doesn’t stop himself from doing what he wants, and fully places himself inside the cannon, wriggling around as to get comfy. One of his lackies cackles as he reaches for a match, striking it upwards and starting the fire. Your heart only beats louder and faster at the sight of the small flame.

Of course it didn’t occur to you, that the moment that Buggy the Clown asked you to be his partner, you would have to be his temporary mother when he was shit faced on most Tuesday nights.

But, it’s not too hard to keep him in place most of the time. All he wants are some private cuddling, maybe some kisses and words of affirmation. And don’t worry, when the roles are reversed he’ll do anything to help you, too.

Unfortunately today, he decides to act like a crazed toddler.

Too bad he isn’t, it would be easier to wrangle him up.

“Buggy, baby, love of my life,” You start, slowly inching closer towards the red- faced man as he stared at you with lidded eyes and curiosity. “I really need you to step out of that cannon before you blow to infinity and beyond.”

Then there was silence.

And then there was laughter. A drunken one, slurred and almost high.

“I’ll be fine, I’m Buggy the genius- fuckin’- jester! hit it!”

It was too late, the match lit the tiny rope at the end, as it quickly rises towards where the gunpowder lies.

You plug your ears and close your eyes, not wanting to even look or hear the maniac jester shoot up into the circus top’s top, rip past the fabric and blast off again.

Oh yes… again.

#one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece x you #one piece headcanons #shanks x reader #buggy x reader #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #shanks x you #buggy x you

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cumikering · 2 months

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Werewolf Keegan x reader 5

3.2k | fluff, suggestive You threatened Keegan with a good time (part 1) (part 6)

Guess who didn’t wipe off your lipstick smudge the rest of the evening. Keegan was into the whole claiming shenanigan more than he thought he did after all.

He smiled to himself as you hiked to the cabin in his jacket. ‘It’s warmer than yours,’ he said, and he was a few seconds away from offering you his beanie. How soon could he make you wear a shirt that said Keegan’s without it being weird?

As part of Raider’s handover process, he had started his training with Gabe. The K9, however, stayed with his handler that weekend because Keegan was taking you on an overnight trip. He figured the cabin was too small for the three of you. That, and he couldn’t find blindfold for dogs.

On the deck next to steaming cups of tea, you had wraps you packed that morning. You leaned onto his shoulder, looking over the city in the distance.

“I miss Raider,” you said longingly. “He’d keep me warm.”

How dare you think he couldn’t keep you warm. Was this a challenge? He pulled you closer. “Are you cold? We can go inside.”

You smiled. “In a bit. Want to watch the sunset with you.”

He moved you to sit between his thighs before putting his beanie on you, tugging it past your eyes. You giggled as you repositioned it. He held your hands and stuffed them in the pockets of your (his) jacket, chin resting on your shoulder.

Against the textured pink backdrop, the sun inched towards the horizon. Keegan nuzzled your neck, his strong arms wrapping around you. The night fell as the golden flares fizzled out and he flicked on the LED lantern. He laid you down on the deck, his hand behind your head, kissing all over your face with his fingers lacing between yours.

“We need to get in! I don’t want the wolf to come by again.”

“Leave some PB sandwiches out as a peace offering,” he said, rubbing his nose against yours.

You laughed. “No, they’re mine and I’m not sharing with anyone.”

“Not even with me?”

“No, all mine.”

He let out a mock gasp. “I’ll have to eat them all when you’re sleeping.”

He got up to his feet before taking your hand to help you up, leading you into the cabin.

“This is the bed?!” you exclaimed, gesturing at the mattress, which was more of a glorified yoga mat, if he was honest.

“I thought I’d warned you.”

“Well, yes, but you didn’t tell me it was this small. How are we going to fit in there?”

We? He melted a little. “It’s yours. I’m taking the floor. There’s an extra blanket here somewhere.”

“You know I won’t let you do that, right? But… I can’t sleep pressed up to you without a shower either!”

Silly you, threatening him with a good time. “I don’t mind. Not at all.”

You got cleaned up and climbed into bed in his hoodie and your thickest sweats. With your back against the wall, you lay on his chest.

“You know, the first time you stayed at mine,” you began.

His heart skipped a beat. Oh shit, did you-

“I dreamt of my childhood dog, that he was next to me in bed.”

Oh, thank fuck. “What’s his name?”

“Jake.”

Huh, so that’s what you said.

“He was a huge Newfoundland, fluffy jet black fur, like your hair.” You smiled. “Now you know why I like touching it so much.”

It was official. He wasn’t going to cut his hair ever again.

He slid your hand under his shirt. “You sure it wasn’t just me? I’m pretty hairy too.”

You laughed, pinching his stomach.

“Hey, peanut,” Keegan said, fingers twirling your hair.

“What did you just call me?”

“Peanut, like peanut butter.” My favourite fucking thing.

“At this point the P in your name should just be Peanut.”

He chuckled. “Would you still like me if I was a dog?”

“I think the question is supposed to be worm, not dog.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got no plans of becoming a worm. Dogs though, they chill and nap. It’s always a good time being a dog.”

“You’re making it sound like you do plan on becoming a dog.”

“Look at Raider. He’s always happy, isn’t he?”

“That’s true.”

“So? Would you still like me if I was a dog?”

“Yes, I will. Maybe even more.” You paused. “But don’t shed too much!”

He pressed a kiss against your temple. “I promise I’ll clean up after myself with an industrial-sized lint roller.”

He knew it was silly banter, but the words lulled that little part of his brain, that you’d like the other him anyway. He wanted to soak in it, fantasise that you were staying despite his demanding schedule and sullen silence, that maybe you liked him enough to make it work.

Would you, he wanted to ask. If you wanted to bear it with him, make you promise you’d never leave and be the end of all of this, give him what he never knew he wanted.

But that’s not how life worked, so he didn’t. Not now with his terrible secret anyway.

Comfortable silence filled the room. Your hand was still under his shirt, warm against his fuzzy stomach.

“I might go out for a walk later tonight, so don’t be worried if I’m gone, okay?”

“Don’t get lost.”

He chuckled. “No, you don’t get lost.”

“Touché.”

Keegan held you close as your breathing eventually deepened. When he was sure you were asleep, he carefully removed his arm from under you before tucking you in, kissing you on your forehead.

Outside, the night was still with the crescent moon high in the cloudless sky. He stepped out onto the deck and took a deep breath of the fresh cold air before shifting behind the bushes.

With a content sigh, his wolf rolled on the ground, the dried leaves tickling his back making him pant. He jumped to his paws before running through the woods, revelling in the breeze in his fur. He’d missed this. It was nice to finally stretch his legs after so long.

And that better-than-peanut-butter scent filled him again. He stopped in his tracks and turned back towards the cabin. Uh oh, did he wake you?

Sure enough, you sat on the deck, arms wrapping around your legs as you gazed at the moon with a small smile. He sighed. Oh, you were so pretty. He could, and would, look at you all night. He’d love to come up to you, but you were scared of his wolf. As quietly as he could, he crawled behind the bushes. He could settle for the next best thing for his peanut.

As he pushed his snout against the leaves to peek between them, a twig crunched under him. Your head whipped to his direction, and he ducked and froze in place. Dog logic: if he couldn’t see you, you couldn’t see him either.

You leaned back again and began combing through your hair with your fingers. He held his breath, letting your scent breeze pass, but it wouldn’t, and it was his undoing. The leaves rustled as he sat up, panting behind the bushes, front paws padding in eagerness. Why did you have to make it so hard for him?

“Keegan?”

His tail swayed faster. With a whimper, he stuck his head out.

“Oh God, it’s you,” you gasped.

Yes, it’s me!! He hopped out, tail wagging.

“Okay,” you said breathlessly. You stood as slowly as you could. “I guess it’s my fault for going outside. Keegan said you’re friendly, but you’re huge and I’m still very much scared.”

His head tilted. Why did his name sound so good coming out of your mouth?

You backed towards the door. “Respectfully, I don’t mean to be rude at all, but on the off-chance you understand this, would you mind terribly if you keep your distance? Please?”

It was hard to register your words when your scent made his head spin. He crawled towards you, making himself as small as he could as his tail continued to fan behind him. When he got to you, he rubbed the top of his head against your stomach.

“Please don’t bite me,” you said under your breath.

I won’t! At your feet, he rolled onto his back, blocking the door. Give me belly rubs NOW! He waited, his paws folded in front of him, panting. When nothing happened, he lifted his head.

You stood there frozen. He whimpered, high-pitched and desperate. I promise I won’t bite! With a shaky breath, you tentatively reached for his belly. He boofed, tongue lolling.

You let out a nervous chuckle. “I suppose you’re pretty friendly after all.”

I told you! He huffed. Now keep going, please, miss.

You sat down, still scratching him. When you stopped, he lifted his head again. This time you had an amused smile on your face. He flipped over and licked the back of your hand before splaying over your lap.

“You have no idea how big you are, do you?” You laughed, scratching the back of his ears.

He sighed, tilting towards you. Yes, yes, right there. On the brink of falling asleep, his eyes fluttered. I CAN’T. You’d get a heart attack if he shifted back to his bare human form right there.

He straightened up, sitting on your lap as he stared you down with his bright yellow eyes, unblinking, face inches away from you.

You looked away. “C- Can you not do that, please? It’s rude to stare, and I feel you’re going to bite my face off.”

He whimpered, looking down at his paws. It was hard being a misunderstood wolf.

“Thank you.” You ran your fingers down the fur of his neck. “I know Keegan would be laughing if he sees me talking to you.”

His tail trashed again at his name.

“Do you know him?” You chuckled. “Keegan?”

His paws padded on your thighs.

“You do, huh?” You patted his head. “You’re such a sweet boy, very smart too.”

You called him a sweet boy! Could he sprain his tail from excitement? He was going to pass out.

A gust of wind rushed between you, fresh, smelling like dawn. He walked over to the edge of the deck, snout in the air. The rain was coming. Sure enough, the first drop fell.

“Oh, I hope he’s not too far away. I don’t want him to get sick.”

That reminded him. He needed to secure his clothes behind the bushes before they got wet. He nuzzled your neck and licked your hand one last time before disappearing into the woods.

You stood on the deck with your hood drawn tight when Keegan rushed to the cabin with his lantern, rain splotches on his shirt.

“What are you doing out here?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back in. “It’s cold out.”

“You went for a walk with no jacket on.”

“I don’t get cold, you do.”

“Well, then you should have stayed in bed and kept me warm.”

He smiled. “Sorry. I won’t leave again.”

You told him about your encounter with the wolf-dog before quickly falling asleep in his arms.

“Would love to see that handsome boy again. His fur is so soft, like your hair,” you’d mumbled.

It made his imaginary tail wag.

When he left for his next mission days after, Keegan took his beanie and hoodie you wore that night. Sleeping on floors of differing textures didn’t feel so bad when he felt like you were there next to him (on the rare occasions he could tune out Ajax’s snoring). In the field, your handkerchief stayed in his pocket. On his phone, there was now a peanut emoji next to your name.

It was a luxury that he arrived back in the city during the day and finished his debrief before it got dark. With a racing heart, he waited outside your work to pick you up for dinner. It had been too long since he saw you last.

“Keegan!” You gave him a chaste kiss and wrapped your arms around him. “Thank you so much. I love, love it!”

He chuckled, his hands on your shoulders, looking you over. “What?”

“The flowers. They’re my favourite.” You held out the small bouquet, the smile on your face too sweet as your eyes twinkled.

He blinked. “Those aren’t from me.”

“Oh,” you said in a small voice as you took a step back.

He didn’t mean to break your heart, but bitterness pricked.

“There’s no sender, but you got back today and I thought-” You didn’t meet his eyes.

He pulled you to him, kissing your temple. “No, I’m sorry. I should have got you something.”

He didn’t know who those flowers were from, but he could fight. The dude would have to go to war with this jealous spec ops soldier before even dreaming of snatching you, because he sure as hell wasn’t about to let that happen.

He should be flattered you thought it was him when it could have been anyone. He had to step his game up the following weekend. You deserved it.

Time to find new date spots and get you more jackets.

But as luck would have it, that Friday afternoon the familiar heat crawled up his spine. He groaned. His rut was approaching and he knew it was only going to get worse for the next day or two.

I’m coming down with a fever. I don’t think I can meet you tonight, and I might have to cancel the reservation tomorrow. I’m sorry

Bare in bed, Keegan buried his face in one of his beanies you wore, his hips squirming in discomfort, skin damp with sweat. With you in mind, for hours, he did what he could to nurse the distress but as he’d expected, to no avail. It could have been worse really - at least this time his rut came while he was home. Still, he wanted to scream at the thought of the weekend without you.

Fuck this rut. He was supposed to be cuddling on your couch watching a movie, making you laugh with his lame commentary. He should be sleeping next to you, nuzzling your neck with your back pressed to his chest, but there he was instead, stuck at home with his body on fire.He just wanted you. Was that too much to ask for?

He groaned pitifully, not even registering the knock at the door until-

“Keegan?”

He stilled, thinking he was imagining your sweet voice, but you called out again.

“Peanut?” he said to himself. He sat up, swiping his boxers from the floor and stumbling to the door, eyelids heavy.

There you stood in your clothes from work, holding a bag of takeaway with a smile that immediately dropped when your eyes travelled down his flushed, shirtless body.

“Oh dear,” you muttered, looking away. “Am I interrupt- Are you with someone?”

Confused by the crack in your voice, he looked himself over. He wanted to die when he realised what you saw. Fuck. This. Rut.

He pulled you in by the wrist and slammed the door close before bolting into his bedroom. “Give me a second!”

Behind his door, he took deep breaths and willed the situation to go down (it didn’t, of course). But he did his best concealing it in his sweatpants and the baggiest hoodie he owned that felt like the sauna cranked to infinity.

When he emerged out, you were sitting at the table.

“Are you o-“

“I’m so sorry. I swear that happens whenever I get a fever.” He knelt beside you, gripping your hands.

You stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a chuckle. “You don’t look good.” You pushed the clumps of hair off his wet forehead.

His head thumped, skin scalding, but your scent swirling around him dulled the ache. Ever the sweet little thing, you surprised him with a visit, even brought him food to his den. Did you know you were playing a dangerous game?

His fingers grasped your chin as he leaned in. Thinking it was a peck, you pulled away after a beat but he pressed on, arm wrapping around your waist, making you giggle. You were intoxicating even that your shirt carried faint scents of others too. What a nuisance. You needed that off.

He led to his bed and pulled you on top of him, cupping your cheek.

“It’s your fault if I get sick too.” You smiled against his lips.

He knew you wouldn’t, but he couldn’t help wonder what would happen if you did magically catch the same illness, and if you’d be able to keep your hands off him, if he would be able to keep his off you if you couldn’t. His fingers dug into your waist at the thought.

“I think about kissing you a lot. Way too often,” he said breathlessly, eyes closed.

You pulled at the fabric stuck to his skin. “Do you want to get changed? You’re sweating so much.”

He pulled his hoodie off in a swift motion, not caring where he tossed it. “Miss you too much.” His eyes flickered close again. “Just… Stay. Need you here.”

You lay next to him with your head propped up, wiping his face and chest with the small towel on the nightstand. Your fingers went to his hair.

He let out a satisfied sigh.

“You love scratches, don’t you?”

“Love when you touch me,” he rasped.

Your fingers trailed down his neck and chest, dancing over the rise and fall of him, slowing the closer they travelled south. He could feel his own heartbeat as chills ran down his spine, his breath growing shorter. Eyes half-lidded, he tugged your fingers just a hair lower.

An invitation. A plea.

Keegan woke with your back to him, wrapped tight in the comforter you hogged all night. You’d changed into one of his shirts and sweats, your feet sticking out from the burrito you’d rolled yourself into. He got up to grab a pair of socks, and as he put them on you, he realised his head had stopped spinning. His fever was gone.

Last night, he recalled, with the blush over your face and the way your chest heaved, you couldn’t meet his gaze. Even through fluttering lids, he didn’t miss how your eyes raked over him, over and over, your lips parted. Your touch lingered the rest of the night until sleep took him: breathless, but floating with the glow in his chest.

He chuckled softly at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully, leaning in to kiss your temple, and he lingered over you. The morning had started spilling into the room, golden against your perfect face, your pretty lashes fanned over your cheeks. The lips he never got tired of kissing curled into the faintest smile. He sighed.

Keegan chose this path to make use of soul he was granted, for a purpose. He put his life on the line to fight, to protect what he loved. He never knew what it was until then.

@tiredmetalenthusiast @shadofireshinobi @keegansshark @two-gh0sts @rowanyaboats @mangoguy @astraluminaaa @dead-cipher @synnicall

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sareenademon · 5 months

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Bi Han and The Dog He Said He Never Wanted

Sareena: Beloved! Look at what I found! He was all alone at the market.Isn’t he adorable?!

*Sareena shows him a Maltese puppy. The puppy starts yapping excitedly and Bi Han looks disgusted.*

Bi Han: Take it back Sareena.

Sareena: Bi Han! Don’t be mean!

Bi Han: We are not keeping that little beast.

They did end up keeping him much to Bi Han’s dismay. He was not an animal lover and he told Sareena that the puppy was entirely her responsibility. He would not care for it.

Sareena tried to name the puppy Snowball. Bi Han couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Bi Han: We’re not calling him that.

Sareena: Why not? It’s cute.

Bi Han: No.

Sareena: What about Fluffy?

Bi Han: Are you serious? Absolutely fucking not.

Sareena: Then what ideas do you have?

Bi Han: How about, Runt?

Sareena: *slaps his arm* …What about…Fang? After my demon fang swords.

Bi Han: Fang…Fine, whatever.

For a couple of nights the puppy irritated him to no end. It wouldn’t stop yapping. Day and night. It was so god damn needy too. It shit everywhere. Bi Han also became jealous of the little beast because it took up most of Sareena’s attention.

One night, he had enough. He was already sleep deprived, and now this puppy was barking at 3 am in the morning. He grabbed the puppy out of his crate and screamed at him to shut up. When little Fang started whining from fear Bi Han immediately felt like shit.

Wtf was he doing? Screaming at little animals. He quickly tried to quiet Fang so that Sareena wouldn’t wake up and bitch him out for upsetting him. He instinctively cradled the fluffy puppy in his arms, trying to get him to stop trembling. He gently stroked Fang’s head.

Fang was so tiny, so fragile. As Bi Han looked into the puppy’s big eyes, he felt his cold heart begin to melt.

Bi Han: Shhh…Don’t fear little Fang…I won’t harm you…

When Fang licked his fingers, that was it. That was his baby. That was his son. His precious Fang, Fang.

Sareena found him the next morning passed out on the couch with Fang sleeping on his chest.

The first thing Bi Han did the next day was buy him a expensive new blue collar, he had the Lin Kuei symbol put on it.

Sareena: I thought you didn’t like him.

Bi Han: If we’re going to keep this little beast then he must be properly trained.

Sareena: And the fancy collar?…

Bi Han: Don’t question my decisions, woman!

Bi Han is a pretty intense guy by nature and that transfers into his dog parenting.

Bi Han took it upon himself to train Fang. He put him on a strict food and training schedule. He also researched all about puppies and how to train them.

Also put Fang on a cook food diet.

Sareena: Why can’t we just feed him dog food?

Bi Han: You want to feed him that dehydrated crap?! I thought you cared about this dog!

He teaches Fang how to sit, roll over, fetch, shake, and play dead. He’s such a proud father.

Fang becomes like his emotional support dog. Whenever he has a hard day or he’s just pissed off, he calls over his puppy for comfort.

When he’s stuck doing paperwork, he likes to have Fang on his lap to keep him company.

He gets him groomed regularly and cleans his eyes daily. No crusty eyes for his puppy.

It gets really cold in Artika so Bi Han makes sure to bundle Fang up. Fang has a collection of little jackets and sweaters. He also has booties. Sareena finds it a bit silly and can’t help but laugh whenever she sees Bi Han putting booties on Fang.

Bi Han: Don’t laugh at him, it’s to protect his paws from the snow!

He doesn’t take Fang to the dog park anymore because he thinks the other dogs play too rough with him.

He started shouting at the other dog owner and Sareena has had to drag him out of there before he started throwing hands.

Aggressively overprotective over Fang. Once Tomas accidentally stepped on his paw and Bi Han was on poor Tomas like white on rice.

#sareena #bi han #sub zero #bireena #mortal komat 1 #tomas vrbada #kuai liang

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krashoutluv · 3 months

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Thank you for responding 😭😭😭 lol he IS a runner dog. Leave the door open for even a tiny bit and he’s gone in the blink of an eye.

So speaking of dogs/cats do you think AK Jason would ever get a pet?

I’ve always thought of Jason as a dog person (I think in the comics it’s mentioned he had a dog named sparky and he had a pitbull (❤️) in RHATO) but as for AK Jason I don’t really have any thoughts on a pet situation. If he did get a dog I could see it maybe as a move for mental or emotional support… (I mean I got my own dog so I could have company, learn responsibilities and get exercise. I love him so much 🥺)

But ohhhh just thinking of Jason coming home and the dogs going nuts cause “dads” home just melts my heart

(Gunna be 🌻 anon in case I do any future requests haha 😂)

FIRST OFFICIAL REGULAR ANON THIS FEELS SO COOL!

🌻 anon, in my brain he has or gets a dobermann. (mainly bc i have one) BUT UR SO REAL, a dog’s responsibility and bond is something he slowly comes to accept and love AND UR SO RIGHHT HIS DOG WOULD LOVE HIM SMMM

THIS GOT SO LONG SO IM JUST TURNING IT INTO

Ak!Jason Todd With A Dog Headcanon

I think a dog would be really helpful with Jason accepting love.

I think at first itd be hard to him but as the dog grows, jason starts getting it. Why people love having animals so much, their simplicity of love, loyalty, and innocence becomes a virtue to him.

the routine and companionship <3

jasons dog ends up being the reason he has to get up everyday, a responsibility that isn’t based on the foundation of a legacy but a bond, a seemingly simple bond.

nothing over the top either. a simple transaction of ill give you anything you need and ill give you everything i have.

and once he comprehends his dog’s loyalty, and how much his dog gives him and the little he gives his dog compared to as much as hes given others

ITS SO OVER, HE’D LIGHT UP 80 MFS IN A WALMART PARKING LOT FOR HIS FUCKIN DOG—

just him thinking about the fact how such little things can turn into an oddly complex relationship

realistically this dog doesn’t even get to see most of his life, but he’d be there for all of the dogs

and then he gets it, how much it means.

FUCK I LOVE MY DOGGG MY BABY MY BABY

and your honor, he’d love a dobermann so much.

OKAY, a lot of people see Dobermanns as big scary breeds but i have one and he is so the opposite (turns out a lot of dobermanns are)

The whole reason Dobermanns couldnt be uses as war dogs anymore is because of how loyal they are. They couldn’t function properly if they weren’t with the person that trained them.

They latch onto someone and will only ever fully listen to that ONE person.

So I think a dog like this would be really nice for jason, with this along with thinking about how much mine helped me out / the way mine improved my mental.

yes im projecting bc i love my dog so much

Dobes are high maintenance when it comes to exercise, so i think Jason would really enjoy the scheduling one puts him on.

one walk should be an hour and some change long and they need at the very least TWO of these a day

so i think i like that it gets him outside and he gets to bond with his dog without having to do some over the top play session

jason also canonically did track if I’m not wrong, and because of him having a military schedule, i can totally see him doing morning jogs or just some random long ass walk with his dog at like 4AM

My dobes follows me, even if i move to a separate part of my couch he always moves to lay by my feet. so ill think of Jays dog just laying in a room where he trains, jason just enjoys the presence of his dog.

NOT TO PROJECT ON HIM TOOOO MUCH but jason definitely has full blown conversations with his dog, or just randomly starts venting to him

and the dog always does some silly shit that has him biting back a smile

or the dog just rests his body against his and jason just feels like its listening so he just keeps goin

idk if you guys every see a dobermann get excited but they start running around and they look like a stupid deer and Jason can’t not smile at it.

makes jason feel especially good when he comes home and the dogs so excited

jason could come home after the worst night shift in his fuckign vigilante life and can’t help his smile bc of the way his dog runs up to him

he’ll be so fuckin annoyed but as soon as his silly long faced ahh dobermann run up to him, hes cheesing so hard.

especially bc of the way the dog slips around bc of his smooth tile/wooden floor

Dobermann also have weirdly distinct and human personalities, a long with being smart as shit so i think itd stimulate jasons brain a lot

jason would try to teach his dobermann to be more of a guard dog, but the dobes would only show his training when hes protective of jason. Everything else, he just like jason is just.. standing.

his dog is also awkward, but i also think his dog has anxiety, more specifically attachment anxiety bc Jason spoils the shit out of him.

projecting so bad but jason could be having a mental breakdown and his dobes will come up to him and start whining for a walk, and that walk, that schedule just helps jason get back on track so much.

gets his gears turning, just the sense of normalcy he finally is getting.

he stops crying while leaving the house or getting ready to go, by the end of the walk, hes still sad, really fucking sad, but a calm kind of sad, he doesn’t wanna punch a wall, or fight someone, or drown himself in whiskey, he just wants to lay down with his dog and go to bed.

and then when he gets home he continues his dogs routine

he gives him water and food, he checks his paws for glass of anything stuck while he drinks or eats so he’ll stay still because his dog always waddles away if hes not pre-occupied, he’ll wipe his dogs face cause its always so wet and messy after he eats, and they lay down on a his couch and falls asleep.

:( loves his dog sm, just grounds him

and what kills jason about it, is the dog probably doesn’t even comprehend that.

he’d literally die for his dog.

dobes just walking up to jay and wanting his affection and jason will always at the very least rest his hand on his head which for most dobermann’s is the only thing they need.

the first time jason ever really felt connected to his dog is when it comes up to him and lays by him while he’s sitting on the floor after a bad night, he likes it because the dog has the full ability to go lay on a bed or his couch but he chooses to cold, hard floor, just because jasons there.

just how mundane it is having a dog makes him feel so normal kefhidjdkd kisses him

i love dogs, i like dogs with training issues, i like dogs that get a little more nervous then others, i like dogs that have been through something, i like dogs that seem just a little more human then other dogs. i love dogs

anyway heres my dog

sniffle sniffle sob sob laying on the floor with my dog as we speak, requests / inbox is open if you wanna drop something

#jason todd #jason peter todd #jason todd headcanons #arkham knight #arkham knight headcanons #jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #red hood #red hood headcanons #arkham knight headcanon #jason todd headcanon #jason todd imagine

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writing-yarn-goblin · 5 months

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Period pains

What can I say? They’re a bitch-

Modern!Kid PiratesxReader

Relationship: 4 boyfriends, one pain-induced girlfriend

Warning: It’s period, it’s messy and emotional. Maybe a little nfsw.

~*~

“FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!”

That was the only thing that could be heard in your shared apartment.

The men in your life were prepared this time for what was to come.

It was one hell of a painful menstrual cycle and even Kid was told to not tease the affected party.

Pillows fluffed, blankets warm and snacks to your disposition.

They organized themselves on who has better patience. Day one was Wire’s. He was good at keeping you comfortable and making sure to help you run a few errands by going to the grocery store and get your favorite things just so he could cuddle and kiss you better. You’d both watch drama series and binge your favorite shows.

Day two was Killer’s. You were an emotional crying mess when you had the blonde doing everything and anything to keep you happy. From cooking and cleaning to massaging your feet and lower back. Depending on how bad it was- he’d have ice packs and warmers for your disposition. Usually you’d lean for ice packs, you had a personal muscle heater that could cuddled you silly while spoon feeding you ice cream. Day two with Killer was have him dot on your and treat you like a Queen.

Day three was Eustass Kid.

And for good reason.

“You fuckin’ suck, Eustass.”

“Oh yeah? You know what’s not sucked!?”

“What!?”

“MY DICK!”

Cats and dogs.

But he loved it.

Normally he couldn’t argue with you because you are fragile but- when it’s day three of your period?

With the pain and the anger came the horny. And he liked how depraved you’d get with him.

“Ya know…getting railed helps with the pain.”

Of course, Kid knew this. Sure, it was a little messy and aftercare was twice as necessary but it was worth it. Their Angel deserved the best.

“Did you change the mattress’ fitted sheet?”

You nodded yes. Best credit card purchase you’ve done so far and you made sure all the beds in the apartment had one.

“How bad does it hurt? If it’s too much, you know the drill-“

“Pain Pill, load of water and wait half an hour?”

“Atta’ girl.”

You did.

And as requested- you were thoroughly railed and since the harder he went, the less it hurt…you told him to just go all out.

As busted as you would feel, you had your little victories. When he emerged out of your room- clawed, scratched, bitten and bruised.

And make the others up their game.

Day 4 was Heat’s. He had it easy. The pain was there but your feelings and emotions were on check, your stomach was a little better and it was the day for self-care.

You’d both have facials, do your hairs, buy make up and clothes online, plus he’d do coffee shop runs for you and the others if they were around.

The best part of day 4 was having Heat play video games with you. He is barely around during the day since he works at night and needs to pass out. But he always takes the time to dedicate himself to you like this.

The last day of your period would be cuddled up together, sleeping with your entourage of big intimidating men and their dotting, in their own style of course.

Kid would have his nails painted by you and he did yours. Headband on and mud mask on for at least 10 minutes.

Wire would be making popcorn and binging 4 hours straight a series they all wanted to knock out. He was next in line to get his eyebrows plucked and detailed by you.

Killer would make chocolate covered treats and give you kisses, while you got to taste what the cook was making and made everyone jealous. In return, you’d sit down and braid his hair, telling him how good he’s been to you.

And Heat would be on your lap, when he came home from whatever errand he was doing. He’d enjoy your fingers deep into your scalp and hum happily whenever your scratched a very particular spot. He’d also have deep conditioning applied to his hair just so you could both rinse it off later in the shower.

It can be the worse week physically.

But the men in your life had it covered.

#one piece #x reader #reader insert #i am unwell #fem reader #period cramps #kid pirates #heat #wire #massacre soldier killer #eustasscaptainkid #one piece x reader #what if

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jackiequick · 2 months

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Headcanons for the Mitchell-Bradshaw kids (+ friends & family) because I can | Top Gun AU ✈️

Summary: What happens when you live with 4 little ducklings? Unforgettable memories!

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw & Jenny Mitchell

Characters included/mentioned: Dane Bradshaw, Austin Mitchell, Maverick, Slider, Iceman, Carole and etc

Note: Fluffy/ Top Gun Headcanon fic

1) Bradley and Austin used to volunteer at an Animal Shelter, full of puppies and full grown dogs if all breeds. One day, Slider’s kids wanted to adopt another dog but couldn’t since they already had 4 already so in result, they called Iceman to help them out and so in result he adopted the doggie.

But there was a catch, the Yorkie made so much more barking than expected and had so much darling energy, so Iceman had no choice but to call him—Maverick!! Let’s just say the real Maverick wasn’t the happiest person after hearing that and the kids laughed so loudly at his reaction

2) Speaking of dogs, Austin Mitchell may or may not have brought home in an panic a week later. Jenny was sending text messages on her laptop when he rushed in yelling, “Don’t tell Dad!”

She was confused and looked up, “What did you do?”

“I want you to know that I love you VERY much and you’re always welcome in my room for the bigger closest room.”

“Aussy, what happened? Did you break his motorcycle again?”

“No and for the 10th time that was Dane!”

He hoped the door for a puppy to walk in as his sister’s jaw dropped to the floor, hugging the fur ball to tackle her. He laughed at the moment and whistles as two more dogs came in grinning brightly.

“Sooo? What do we think?” He asked with a matching grin as the dogs, carrying the puppy.

“We ain’t NEVER telling Dad!” She repiled with a little giggle falling in love with the dogs.

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3) As a kid, Dane really in awe of Ice's ability to flip pens like it was nothing and wants to be his student to learn the trick, begging for him to teach him one day after school. His mom brought him a small pack of pens and pencils to practice with for flipping tricks, eventually he gets the hang of it where he showcasing his tricks in class.

He thanked his Uncle Ice later on for showing him the trick, calling him cooler than Maverick jokingly and laughed running off to show his friends his new tricks

4) Speaking of Dane, is maths kid in school. History was never his strong suit but surprisingly, numbers came much more naturally to him. It resulted in the type of career he would have in the future.

His brother and siblings knew this fact very well, being able to be crafty where he can calculate prices of analysis for planes. As well as when needed he can calculate, like the the tax and measurement when it comes to paying for a restaurant bill.

It would surprise his mother as she would ask, “Not bad, sweetie. How did you do that so fast?”

In result he would hold up the pen and napkin he used to do the math then reply, “I counted.”

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5) When it comes to certain things, Jenny is terrible at keeping secrets and wants to gossip, so she can be a little nosy at times (she gets better at it with age). Ice and her dad like to say, she got from their Aunt Carole, since Sunset was most likely the one to be hush hush about certain subjects.

When she was 5, and Bradley was 7, she knew he had a silly little crush on the babysitter cause she was so nice. So she told her auntie Carole who stayed gushing with her all about it, teasing her son about it

When she was 10, she heard all about uncle Slider becoming Commander after watching the adults talk about it and went running to her daddy to spill the news giggling with excitement. It was supposed to be a secret for a few short days but she couldn’t help herself.

When she was 16, she found out that Dane and Austin had a crush on the same girl or so she thought. She squeals so loudly, knowing that she would have to be quiet about it or else. Bradley even gave her an odd look.

But Jenny had other plans as she sneaked up on her brother and asked, “Sooo who’s the girl?”

“What girl? There is no girl!” Austin exclaimed playing video games on the computer.

“Oh my god it’s the senior!”

“How did y-no! I am not into a senior.”

“But I saw you talking about some girl name ‘Avery’…”

That’s when her brother snorted, “No, Avery Thompson is the senior leader of the drama club. I’m into Avery Rodriguez, he’s on the basketball team.”

Her eyes widen and gasps, “HIM?! Damn, you got good taste!”

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6) Jenny had a small crush on Bradley when they were kids, jokingly saying ‘You are my boyfriend.’ when she was 7 but let it go a while later. Especially since fictional boys existed on Tv duh! However, Bradley thought girls had cooties and said, ‘Gross!’

As early high school rolled around, Jenny was watching Disney Channel movies and texting her friends as she watched the boys play guitar and drums in the center of the garage. Austin, Dane and Bradley were jamming out in their band laughing and singing covers.

Tracy and Rachel, Jenny’s friends, walked into the garage jamming out to the songs as she greeted her with a hug. They were chatting and gossiping about the latest movies, along with newest episodes of Gossip Girl.

“Can you believe Blair said that to Serena?! That was uncalled for!” Tracy exclaimed as they sat on the bench, sipping water bottles.

“I know right?! But Serena had a point though.” Jenny yelled, chuckling.

“Blair was better.” Rachel added for a debating measure, “But I love Serena too.”

Bradley was tuning his guitar but paused to look at the girls with a loopy smile, stuck in a mini trance.

That’s when Austin threw an empty water bottle at his head and yelled, “Dude! Stop staring that’s my sister.”

Dane laughed at his brother’s face, waving at Tracy, Rachel and Jenny who giggled. Bradley just glared at Austin as he stuck out his tongue muttering a few things.

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daydreamingyuta · 11 months

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Could I request for a fluff of bf jaehyun making his s/o jealous as a joke and s/o gets her revenge by making him jealous too? Hehe

Jealous | Jaehyun

Genre: romance, fluff

Paring: Boyfriend!Jaehyun x Reader

Word Count: 1700

A/N: Hi! Thank you for requesting! I literally had so much fun writing this so I hope you enjoy it! <3

Sitting on the couch and watching a movie with your boyfriend, Jaehyun, was a typical Friday night for the both of you. It gave you both a chance to finally relax and unwind at the end of a long week. This week, a new movie just came out on Netflix, in which your biggest celebrity crush plays a role in. Jaehyun is almost always down to watch anything, so he didn’t ask any questions before getting into the movie. But about five minutes in, he knew that they were the sole reason why you wanted to watch it.

But as a good boyfriend, he’s totally fine with your little celebrity crushes and will watch or listen to anything they are in, as long as it means he gets to spend time with you. But an hour into the movie, he decides he can’t take it anymore. This movie might be the worst thing his eyes have ever had the disadvantage of seeing.

“Y/n. This movie is so bad, can we please watch or do anything else?” Jaehyun says, pausing the movie and sitting up to look at you.

“It’s not bad! You just haven’t given it a proper chance yet, it’s probably just about to get good.”

“We are an hour in!”

You don’t have anything to say to support your argument. You know it’s bad, and the only thing keeping your attention is how good they look. “Ok, It’s not their best movie.”

“No. And It’s good that you can admit that, that means we are making progress.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Ok but listen, what if I meet them one day and they ask me if I watched this movie? I obviously have to say yes so that means that we have to finish it babe.” You say with your best puppy dog eyes.

Your attempts at being cute makes Jaehyun laugh, which is not what you were going for, but he agrees to finish the movie so it’s fine.

While the movie finished, Jaehyun’s mind wandered. You crushes have never been a problem with him. He’s not the insecure type but as he loses another hour of his life to bad cinema, he decides that it would be fun to give you a little taste of your own medicine as a joke.

⸻

When next Friday rolls around he tells you that he has a movie in mind for you two to watch. Throughout the week he has been subtly mentioning Vivienne Foster, an actress around his age that he finds attractive but has never really gave any mind to. Until he was trying to find the perfect person to make you jealous of for his little joke.

The movie starts and you are pretty excited about it. It came out about a year ago and got good reviews, but you just never got around to actually watching it. About thirty minutes into the movie, Vivienne appears on the screen and immediately your mind starts connecting the dots, but you think your being silly because he isn’t the type to want to watch something based on who’s in it.

You continue watching the movie until a scene come on where she is walking in slow motion in a tight black dress. You hear Jaehyun whisper next to you, “woah!”

You pause the movie and look at him. “Woah? What do you mean woah??” You say, not really mad but confused because Jaehyun never acts like that.

“Oh did I say that out loud?” He says with a smirk, seeing you jealous is surprisingly very entertaining for him.

“Are you really trying to make me jealous? Because it’s not working.”

“Ok then let’s keep watching.”

“Ok.” You say as you cross your arms after you hit the play button. You couldn’t help yourself from looking over at Jaehyun every once in a while just to see his reactions. You knew he was playing a game but seeing him like this was making you feel some type of way.

Eventually Jaehyun could tell that you were watching him more than the movie, so he stopped it.

“Why’d you stop it? I was enjoying it.” You say, trying to be unbothered.

“Uh-huh, well even if my attempts at trying to make you jealous ‘failed’, I’m tired of pretending like I have eyes for any other person besides you.”

“Your sweet words won’t make me forget this Jaehyun.”

“Maybe these will?” He says as he pelts you with a thousand little kisses.

“No they won’t” You say giggling.

⸻

You were actually going to let it go. It was just a little joke and he made it up to you the next day with flowers and some cupcakes from your favorite bakery. But then your ex texted you out of nowhere telling you that he’s in town and would love to catch up at ‘delight cafe’. The same cafe that Jaehyun goes to every weekday to get a cup of coffee.

Who are you to say no to the perfect opportunity for revenge when it presents itself?

Jake was your second ever boyfriend from high school. You two ended things on good terms and have remained friends, which you’re really happy about because he’s a good person, just not your person.

You had even introduced Jaehyun to Jake a while ago, but they didn’t exactly hit it off like you hoped they would. Jake just happens to be very touchy, he’s like that with everyone he knows, and of course, Jaehyun wasn’t too fond of that. It’s actually the only time you had ever seen him even a little bit jealous, which is why this is perfect.

You text Jake and say that Tuesday is a good day for you to meet up.

⸻

At around eleven on Tuesday you start to head over to the delight cafe. Jake’s hotel is a not too far away but you are still able to get there first. You order an Americano and find the perfect table to sit at, where Jaehyun will notice you and Jake sitting there right away.

A twinge of guilt washes over you as you wait for Jake to come. After all, his joke was not that serious, and you weren’t even mad, but it’s kinda too late to back out now.

Jake arrives five minutes later and he comes over to you before he orders and gives you a hug. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in so long, you look great y/n!”

“Thank you, so do you!”

He goes back towards the entrance so that he can order and when he comes back with his coffee, he sits directly in front of you. You two have the usual small talk of two old friends that haven’t seen each other in forever.

“Hey, you know that tattoo design that I showed you when we were like sixteen?”

“Did you finally get it?”

“Well I changed it a bit but the basic outline is still the same. Do you want to see it?” Jake says as he raises the sleeve of his left arm.

“You actually got it! It looks so good.” You say as you subconsciously reach over to his arm and start to lightly trace the tattoo while admiring it.

You were so engrossed in his tattoo that you didn’t notice Jaehyun walk into the cafe. And you didn’t notice Jaehyun notice you sitting down, caressing another mans arm. And you also didn’t notice Jaehyun walk over to you until he was standing right beside you.

His presence makes you to jump which causes you to fling your coffee right out of your hand, making a mess on the floor.

“Hey babe.” Jaehyun says, clearly not happy.

“Hi Jae! I was just-” You were about to explain everything because this looks way worse than what you were intending. But then Jaehyun sits down next to you, puts his arm around you and gives you the biggest kiss that lasted way too long. He keeps his arm around you, gives you another quick kiss before finally acknowledging Jake with a simple nod.

“Jaehyun right?” Jake says trying his best to diffuse a very awkward encounter.

“Yeah, nice to see you again Jake. Is there a reason why my girlfriend had her hands all over you?”

“Oh! I was just showing off my tattoo.” Jake says while lifting up his sleeve again to show Jaehyun.

Jaehyun doesn’t say anything, he just nods, which is very unlike him. You had never seen Jaehyun like this and you really didn’t know how to act. Thinking about it now, you didn’t know what you were expecting to happen trying to make Jaehyun jealous but now all you wanted to do was get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

Luckily, Jake was thinking the exact same thing. He cleaned up your coffee for you, probably to busy himself, but when he was done, he came up with an excuse to leave. You knew his excuse was a complete lie but you were very thankful for it. Jaehyun watched Jake until he was completely out of sight.

“Did I give you the reaction you were hoping for?” Jaehyun says smiling.

“You knew what I was trying to do? Why did you have to make it so awkward?” You say playfully hitting Jaehyun.

“You’re the one that created the situation. What was I supposed to do, feel up his biceps too?”

You can’t help but smile at him, “You didn’t have it all figured out right away, you were jealous for at least a few minutes.”

“Nah, I know how obsessed you are with me so I figured it out pretty quickly. Plus nobody could ever compare to me so I know there’s nothing to be jealous of.”

“Nobody can compare to you?”

“No, and nobody can compare to you either ok? You’re my girl and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I know.” Jaehyun says matter-of-factly as he kisses you on your temple.

“We should probably apologize to Jake.”

“He deserved it.”

“He didn’t do anything Jae!”

“I know, but I just don’t like him.”

#nct #nct 127 #fluff #jaehyun #imagine #k-pop

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doesntseemfxir · 2 years

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𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎 ⁍ 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: we can all thank @caroldantops for this fic because one day they reminded me of 60s!Wanda eating a cookie at Dottie's PTA cult and my brain went to this

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; all fluff tbh, there's quick mentions of R wanting to be a sneaky little shit later, but that's it; just... soft happy Wanda and a lot of kisses

words: 1.8k

summary: my soul to keep AU; When Wanda suggests an afternoon picnic lunch, you bring her your favorite cookies. Maybe her happiness makes you confess something you'd planned to keep a secret... it's all her fault.

my soul to keep series.

“What’s that?”

Wanda was peering over to the side of you, quick eyes having spotted your surprise for her before you could shield it again. You’d wrapped the plate of them under a cloth and packed them as gently as you could, but with all of your other food spread out on the blanket in front of the two of you, Wanda couldn’t help but notice you’d hidden something away.

The picnic was her idea, suggesting you take advantage of the nice day with a walk and a lunch outside. You’d agreed of course, unable to resist the idea of meeting up with her when she’d asked so nicely, and told Wanda you’d see her later with food fit for a proper afternoon out. You hadn’t mentioned that you’d stopped by your favorite bakery to pick up cookies you’d wanted to have her try for a long time.

“It’s a cookie, silly.” You picked one up to show it to her, watching her face light up at the intricate designs made with icing on the top. She reached out to grab it, but you pulled it away just in time. Yes, the cookies were for her, but you wanted to give them to her yourself. “Ah ah, did you finish your lunch?”

Wanda held up the cloth napkin that had held her sandwich, showing nothing but bread crumbs left over. She did have a tendency to skip over food for sweets you’d found; as soon as you’d caught on, you were quick to try to set her right. It certainly wasn’t easy, but with the proper motivations -such as cookies- you’d persuaded her many times. “I finished it ages ago! And what’s a picnic without a proper dessert?”

The accompanying puppy dog eyes weren't necessary, but it did sway you to ignore the baby carrots she was obviously trying to hide with her calf. “Come here,” As soon as you pat your lap, Wanda was clamoring over, settling a leg on the outside of each of your thighs and scooting up until she was mere inches from you. “Someone’s eager, the cookies aren’t going anywhere, Wands.”

“With my luck, you’d eat them before I could come over and these are the prettiest cookies I’ve ever seen! I think I’ve earned the right to be excited!” She reached for the sweet again, but you held it high above her grasp, taking a little too much joy in watching her slump down and pout. You thought of making a joke at her sadness, questioning if you’d ever keep her from something so close she could touch, but then you remembered what exactly you were keeping from her and thought better of opening that door today.

“Ask nicely and you’ll get it.” Anyone else you knew would easily overtake you to snatch the cookie from your hand; it wasn’t as if you had a tight grip on the thing, you just happened to be holding it up. But because Wanda actually settled and considered doing as you said… that’s why you’d even bothered with it.

Your after lunch treat was savoring how adorably obedient your angel could be.

“May I please have a cookie?” The request lingered in the air as you pretended to ponder, only cracking a smile when Wanda’s bottom lip started to quiver. Poor dear, you’d bought the cookies specifically for her and she could’ve taken them any time had she tried. “Pretty please?”

“Of course! Let me feed it to you? I don’t want you getting messy.” You fully expected her to draw a line there, insist she be handed the cookie, anything but give her shy nod of yes. Either she really would do anything for the treat currently or she didn’t mind the thought of you doing everything short of chewing for her— from what you’d seen of your behavior, you assumed it was a bit of both.

Wanda opened her mouth just enough for you to place the edge of the cookie on her lips and as she took her first bite, you shoved down the voice in your head reminding you to have your fingers there instead later on. Her eyes lit up as soon as the sweet taste of the icing hit her tongue and her happy wiggles as she swallowed left you wishing you’d somehow known to record the moment. “It’s good? You like it?”

“So good, do you have these all the time?” Truly Wanda had never tasted anything so delicious and she wondered if eating food from your realm was so sugary because it was considered sinful. For the first time, she couldn’t find it in her to be worried; nothing this good could rightfully be shunned as off-limits for anyone.

She stuck her tongue out for another piece, a request you granted readily if only to continue her little happy dance atop your lap. “The bakery is open regularly, yes, but I only get these on special occasions.”

Wanda nodded as you continued to feed her the cookie, taking a cursory glance at where the rest of the sweets lay and counting them quickly. There were at least four she could see, but she doubted you’d let her eat them all now. Maybe if she was smart enough, she could sneak an extra one before bed. “What’s the special occasion today?”

“Oh… well-” Lying crossed your mind briefly. She’d believe whatever you told her surely; you could easily say it was your birthday or some other day she’d never actually check up on. But as Wanda humbly chomped away at the bits of cookie you kept offering her, all you wanted to do was tell her why you’d really made your quick side quest. “I suppose the occasion is you.”

“Me?” That made Wanda stop, staring hard at the last remnants of her dessert and then to you. “Why me?”

There was no one else around, not a single soul besides Wanda to bear witness to how much softness you were about to expose. That’s the only reason you did it. “Because this picnic was your idea and I… think it was an idea as cute as you are. These are my favorite cookies in the whole world and I hoped sharing them would make you smile.”

The longer you talked, the quieter your voice went, losing your nerve as you watched wide green eyes process what you were saying. By the end you’d fully shrunk back against the tree behind you, trying to hide. Wanda was having none of it. “Awwwwww! You wanted to make me happy!”

“I always want you to be happy, I’m not a psychopath-”

“No no, but you’re trying to be nice to me!” Wanda surged forward, wrapping you in a hug tight enough you thought you’d choke. The small bit she pulled back didn’t help much because she was on you again in an instant, kissing your lips repeatedly until you too could taste baked goods on them. “You decided to be sweet today, you’re adorable. Thank you!”

You grumbled, but you didn’t try to push her away. If anyone asked you’d deny it and set them ablaze, but Wanda’s frenzied affection was always a favorite of yours. In the past few weeks, you’d been on the receiving end more often and strangely, instead of brushing her off, you found yourself wanting to bring it out of her more and more. Maybe it actually was impossible to resist an angel’s advances. “I am not adorable. And anyways, we’re talking about you so let’s just… focus on you.”

“I do appreciate the cookies, but I’m nothing special. You know that.” Wanda’s gentle head shake, her nervous chuckle to try to brush off any discussion turned towards her, that made you more irate than anything. She was gorgeous, anyone could see that, and even more so Wanda was just so good that it hurt.

Sweeter than any cookie or cake, Wanda Maximoff was the best being you’d ever set your sights on. You wanted her to know that, to feel how worthy of everything you thought she was. Thankfully, you were painfully stubborn and had all the time in the world.

“What a naive little girl you are,” Messy fingers cupped her cheeks after you gave her the last bite of the pastry, rubbing your thumbs slowly over her perfect skin as she chewed hesitantly. “You are perfect and precious and oh so irresistibly cute.” As Wanda swallowed, you gave her cheeks a bit of a squish, nothing too hard but enough to purse her lips enough for you to quickly kiss. “Most importantly, you’re mine. That means if I say we’re having a day for you, I mean it.”

The last statement shone a glimmer through Wanda’s eyes, perking up with the idea of being yours. Nothing bad would ever happen to her if you allowed her to stay by your side and, contrary to all she’d been taught, she liked wherever you were miles more than home. You must’ve caught on to her excitement because Wanda watched your gentle smile stretch into a grin; she knew that look as you being up to something, but she could never figure out what.

“You like being mine, sweetheart? Does that make you happy?” Wanda nodded her confirmation quickly, the soft glow on her features reassuring her actions. “Good because you’re all mine to hold and squeeze, and give cookies to whenever I’d like.” The brunette easily let you continue squishing her face, giggling each time you booped her nose with your fingertip. “My darling girl.”

“Only if I can stay yours forever…” Commitment was not your strong suit, not in the slightest. There was a reason why you never had a long-term partner and it was by design. Keeping everything surface level was historically better all around for you, but you had a hard time denying that hopeful face in front of you anything. “And if I can have that juice?”

Even that. You’d deal with her hyperactivity later, for now, why not? “Of course, baby doll.” Raising the cup to her lips like you had with the cookie, you pulled it away before the liquid could overflow and chuckled at the faint line of purple now on her cupid’s bow. “I’ve tried my best and somehow you still ended up messy. What am I going to do with you?”

Wanda sat still as you wiped stray crumbs and juice from the corners of her mouth, watching how focused you’d become in cleaning her off. And you wanted to insist that you weren’t adorable… Wanda didn’t believe it for a second. “Keep me forever? You promised!”

“I never promised.” Somehow her white dress had survived all courses of lunch, but with the way Wanda was staring down the remainder of purple liquid in your cup, you were a bit concerned it wouldn’t be so lucky for much longer. Maybe you really had signed up to take care of her for eternity. “Come on, let’s get you home. If you help me pack up, I’ll give you another cookie.”

#my soul to keep au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #motts writes dark fic.#motts writes.#doesntseemfxir #maximotts

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skinnyducky · 2 years

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to break a boy // v.h.

a/n took a break from working on requests and stuff and decided to do a little free writing. i think i got this idea from martin. either it was that or the nanny, can’t remember, i’m running on no sleep. N E WAYS, hope you enjoy this silly yet somewhat cute fic.

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1k, edited

WARNING: lang, bit of angst, vinnie’s asshole era, and that’s it.

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Y/n couldn’t believe Vinnie. The audacity of him to go on that podcast and slander her. He literally dogged his own girlfriend to the entire internet, saying that he's, quote unquote, "quick to keep a bitch in check," as if he’s this hyper-masculine figure. Sure, he went on a male-centered podcast, but that didn’t mean he had to act like an actual male. Y/n was so hurt, but more than that…she was pissed. She was so pissed, she left in the middle of work to get him all the way in check.

Stomping into the warehouse, she spotted Vinnie and his friends gathered on the couch, talking and whatnot. "Vincent Hacker." She snarled, his name rolling off her tongue, covered in nothing but venom.

"Baby, what’s up?" Vinnie leaped to his feet and skipped over to her. "Aren’t you supposed to be at work right now? Wait, let me guess…you couldn’t get enough of me, could you?" He chuckled, glancing back at the boys who were laughing their asses off.

"I saw the podcast."

At that, Vinnie grinned from ear to ear. "And what’d you think? Personally, I have to say it’s one of the best podcasts I ever did."

"I definitely have some opinions," Y/n said, "but I would much prefer to share them with you in private, if you don’t mind."

"Obviously, if you’re storming in here, you’ve got something important to say, right?" He quickly shot a wink to his friends before returning his attention to Y/n. "I mean, there should be no problem saying it in front of the boys. So, what’s up? Spit it out."

Y/n huffed, letting out a sharp breath through her nose. "Oh, so you don’t mind me telling your boys about how you cried for my help when that guy threatened you at the movie theater? But I’m the bitch, right?"

The sound of snickering erupted from the gang of boys huddled on the couch. Vinnie turned and shot them a glare before giving it to Y/n. "Can I see you in the back for a minute?"

She nodded, happily following him into the backroom. Once they were both inside, Vinnie shut the door and burst into laughter. "Y/n, I know you’re not mad."

"Of course I’m mad, Vinnie!" She yelled. "How could you say all of those things about me on that damn podcast!?"

"I was just matching the vibe, babe. You know, I don’t mean any of that stuff."

"I certainly hope you don’t," she said, "because if you genuinely believe any of the macho-man bullshit you said, then you don’t respect me or our relationship!"

Vinnie gasped, clutching his imaginary pearls. "You know I respect you."

"Then you better go on the internet and tell them what’s real—"

Before she could even finish, Vinnie cut her off. "Now wait a minute, Y/n. What’s real between me and you has nothing to do with the internet. Besides, they already know what’s up."

"Oh they do, do they? Do you know how many DMs I’ve received today alone calling me ‘Molly the Maid’ or ‘Vinnie’s pet?’"

"Baby," started Vinnie. He pursed his lips, trying his best to hold back his laughter.

"You know what, I’m done." Y/n spun around and advanced towards the door, but before she could even get to it, Vinnie leapt in front of her, keeping her from leaving.

"Wait a minute," he said, letting out his laughter. "You’re being funny right now, Y/n. You really want to break up over some things I said on a meaningless podcast?"

Sighing, the girl rolled her eyes. "No, I’m breaking up with you because of what you said about me on that meaningless podcast. You talked about me like I was some 1950’s housewife or something, obeying your every command and being this dainty little figure."

Vinnie groaned and slapped his hands against the door. "You see, now I’m mad! This is childish, y/n!" He shouted, moving over to the couch. "You want to end things? Fine! I don’t care, I’m a man! I’m fine with or without you!"

Y/n stood there, silent and emotionless. She didn’t exactly know what to say—well, nothing that didn’t contain a number of profanities—but she knew exactly what to do. All she needed was for him to say the magic words.

"I don’t even know why you’re, like, still here." He plopped down onto the couch and laid back, seemingly unphased by it all. "Door’s right there, don’t let it hit you on the way out."

And with those words, Y/n headed straight for the door. And right as she placed her hand on the knob…

"Y-Y/n, no!" Vinnie cried, shooting up off the couch. He grabbed onto his hair as tears began pouring down from his eyes like rain. "D-Don’t go! You won, okay!?"

Y/n turned to face him, a smug grin on her face. "I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. I what?"

"You won, Y/n, damn!"

"And that means you’re never going to disrespect me on the internet again, right?" She asked, walking over to him, hands firmly planted on her hips.

"Never!" He answered, running to her and pulling her into a hug. "I’m sorry, okay?"

"Okay."

"I’m sorry." He repeated, this time a little softer.

Y/n giggled, "Okay, Vin. I get it."

With his arms still wrapped around her, Vinnie stared deep into her eyes. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too." Y/n smiled.

The two gazed into each other’s eyes for a good second before they allowed their lips to come together. Despite the argument that happened just a minute ago, the kiss contained nothing but passion and warmth. Breaking the kiss, Vinnie began nibbling on Y/n’s ear. "For a minute there, I thought you were actually about to leave me. I definitely couldn’t have that."

"Eh, I knew you’d break." She teased, patting him on the back. "Now, I have to get back to work before my boss finds out I left in the middle of my shift."

She freed herself from his embrace and strolled over to the door. However, once again, before she could even leave, Vinnie comes running in front of her and blocks the door.

"What’s wrong, babe?" She asked.

He gulped, fiddling with his fingers. "Look, I know we just talked about this, but I’m begging…can you make it look like I won."

"Vinnie!"

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