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sugarbcnes · 1 year

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✿ ༉‧₊ — 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. ellie williams

very random things i associate with ellie/think ellie would love in a non-apocalyptic world (hc’s). [ contains: femme reader mentioned, nsfw, sfw, mentions of drugs. ]

MUSEUMS AND AQUARIUM DATES — nerd alert! we all know ellie loves space and dinosaurs and things like that. her heart feels so full when you’re gripping her hand tightly as you both take your time strolling to each exhibition and display. she’s too engrossed in the small info boards to notice your eyes glimmering and softening as you take in the smile she fails to hide as she gets excited. even at 19 years old, as you spend your one year anniversary at the history museum, she still wows in awe as you walk into the room that contains the massive brachiosaurus skeleton.

JAW KISSES — ellie’s great at hiding how she feels most of the time. apart from when you kiss her jaw. the moment she feels your lips press to the soft skin that clings to the sharp bone of her jaw, she melts. her hands sneak around your waist as you nestle into her neck and pepper kisses all over her jaw, burning deep crimson on her freckled cheeks. “mm baby” she’ll mumble if you nip the skin lightly, causing her to let out the sweetest, soft little breaths.

HOUSE PLANTS — they’re an absolute nightmare for her to take care of at first but after a while, she grows emotionally attached to them. she specifically loves monsteras and ferns, even going as far to name them. she has a small smile on her lips as she reaches the part of her morning routine where she provides them with their extra delicate care. you can’t help but giggle from the kitchen as you hear her mumble “good morning fernado, you’re extra bright this morning” to her favorite fern.

RECORD STORES — she loves bobbing her head to the music and weirdly enough, the smell. it’s nostalgic somehow.

STICKERS AND CUSTOMIZATION DOODLES — pretty self explanatory. ellie loves to cover her shit in random stickers and doodles. her laptop, her water bottle, her sketchbook, her guitar. she has the same design as her tattoo painted on her guitar (it took her forever to do and she did it instead of completing an overdue assignment).

SHOWER SEX — it started with the soft, butterfly kisses you’d splurge across ellie’s freckled shoulder blades before you grabbed the soap to scrub her back. eventually she began to press you against the wall, kissing you deeply as the warm water hits you, hands exploring your bare, wet body. (100% is obsessed with soapy boobies too)

POST SWIM NAPS — summer on the farm means sweltering heat. nearly everyday you and ellie trek across the fields and spend all day swimming in the creek by the woods. sun kissed and hot, the both of you collapse in bed in nothing but a tshirt and your underwear, cuddled and falling into a slumber until later that evening when it’s cooler.

GRAPHIC TEES — it’s a strange obsession and she’ll hardly know what’s on the shirt but she accumulates a massive collection.

ESSENTIAL OILS — she thought they were tacky and useless at first until she got a diffuser as a birthday gift and was knocked straight into such a peaceful slumber by her soothing lavender oil.

FOLLOWING YOU INTO FITTING ROOMS — again, self-explanatory. we all know she’s awkward and very much the loser-lesbian girlfriend. so the first time you take her shopping with you, she moves to sit on the provided seats outside the fitting rooms. she’s just as confused as you are as you stand with the door half open and your collection of clothes in your arm. you tilt your head “are you not coming in?”. she fumbles to get up and rushes in. at first she was awkward, head down at the very second you’d take your tshirt off and mentally cursing herself as she peaks at you in the mirror from the corner of her eye. now, your full-fledged girlfriend, she’s got her hands grabbing at every sliver of bare skin she can see before you annoyedly swat her hands away.

LATE NIGHT SESH — it’s usually when she’s feeling anxious, escaping to the roof to smoke a little and talk to the stars. most of the time she goes alone but sometimes you go with her. you usually sit in comfortable silence, pressed against eachother as she smokes and you try your best to keep your eyes awake at 3am because even though she assures “go back to bed, sweetheart. i’ll be okay,” you don’t want her to be alone.

part 2? abby version?

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fluff #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #tlou #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #reader insert #wlw #wlw smut #smut #fluff #headcannons #queued

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flamingo-writes · 1 year

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What would you think if Hobie asks reader to cut the ends of his hair that bother him because of the mask and while she was doing it, she sang a nice song to him, meanwhile some little flowers began to bloom around them.

Really like the last post and this came to my mind immediately.

Listen, I’ve been daydreaming of this the entire day. I think this idea was very cute!

Also, little disclaimer: I was born and raised in Mexico, so, I’m very unfamiliar with how black people’s hair works. I know culturally it has a lot of importance, but other than that I knew very little of the different types of hair and ofc the insane variety of treatments and proper care as well as the different ways to give maintenance to different kinds of dreads. Also, as someone who has had very short hair for 2/3 of my life, as well as shaving my own head for the better part of the last 4 (5?) years, in general hair care and routines are something I’m wildly unfamiliar with, the longest I had my hair in the latest years was a 6 inch or so Mohawk I grew two years ago. Hobie has been a very good opportunity for me to educate myself a lot in hair (especially black people’s hair) and I spent a good portion of my evening watching videos/TikTok’s and reading on dreadlocks and their maintenance. If I wrote something inaccurate or wrong, please let me know, help me see my mistake, and I will fix it as soon as I can.

This came from this other request, I’m thinking of turning into a series.

Flower Bed — Hobie x Reader

Also, you said little flowers, but my brain decided to go for a full flower bed 😭 I hope you like this!

Warnings: none.

“Oí, luv…” Hobie said walking out of the bedroom, looking around you.

“Bathroom!” You shouted as he followed your voice, noticing the bathroom door opened and you kneeling by the shower.

Plants cramped in the shower as you watered them.

“Oh, never mind, you’re busy” He said.

“I’m almost done. I just need to water the ones in the kitchen sink and the monsteras…” You said as you’d todo up and stretched your back. “I’ll be done in ten minutes, what’s up?”

“I wanted to ask you if you could help me trim my hair, it’s starting to get long and gets stuck in the mask and, you know…” He asked softly. “But I can’t see the back of my head,”

“Sure, I’ll help you,” You said giving Hobie a kind smile.

He smiled back, walking up to you and kissing your forehead.

“Need help with the plants?”

“As you wish,” You replied happily. “You were asleep earlier and didn’t want to wake you, so I started watering them on my own…”

“I’m awake now,” He said. “I’ll water the monsteras,”

“Thank you, babe,” You purred.

By the time you were done with the plants, you went ahead and started helping Hobie out. You sat on the edge of your bed, as he sat on the floor. Since Hobie was tall, this was the most comfortable arrangement. It wasn’t also the first time you trimmed his wicks. He asked you to help him every few months.

As you put some soft music in the background, you got started, trimming dread by dread. Taking care to cut the hair while keeping the end of the dread rounded. Cutting just across each wick was already hard as they were thick, but you also wanted to keep them looking nice and rounded. Which was also a reason why Hobie asked you for help. You did a much better job at it than him.

Even when he didn’t admit it, or didn’t look like it, every single detail in his appearance was planned. Especially his hair. He liked taking care of it, and over all treated his hair like this very intimate thing, he hated having other people touching his hair. Except you. He actually loved it when you touched his hair, ran your hands through it, your fingers disappearing between the dreads. And the particular care and dedication which which you seemed to tend to every wick.

Deep in your concentration, watching over the little details, you were unconsciously singing. Something you also did quite a lot. When you were deeply focused on something, you’d start humming and eventually singing. Which only added to the relaxing time Hobie was having.

Between your gentle hands running through his hair, and now the soft sound of your voice singing in a low voice, going along with the music. Hobie lived for these little peaceful moments, making him feel absolutely contempt with his life. These little moments were everything to him.

As he had his eyes closed, focusing on every brought of your touch against him, he didn’t notice at first the plants growing around you.

It wasn’t plain on obvious. In fact, Hobie didn’t notice until he felt something tickling his elbows. He opened his eyes and saw flowers growing out of the floor, tiny plants growing buds and flowering. All in a matter of several seconds. And you continue to sing, concentrated. He blinked several times, wondering if you were aware of what you were doing, as he kept staring at the flowers growing and multiplying, coming out of the wooden floor tiles.

“Uh, luv?” Hobie asked in a low deep voice.

“Hm?” You hummed, answering Hobie’s question, sounding way too focused in your job as you were rounding one of the last wicks.

“Are you aware of the fact that you pretty much brought spring into our bedroom?”

“Huh?” You asked confused, breaking your hyper focus and looked around, noticing the flowers covering almost the entirety of your floor. White, red, lilac, and pink flowers, extending across your small bedroom. “Fuck,”

Hobie laughed softly.

“You didn’t notice?”

“N-no…” You whispered softly.

“That’s amazing…” Hobie sighed. “It’s beautiful, by the way…”

“The thing is I don’t know how to…un-grow them…And they’re a lot…” You said softly, the concern building in your voice, making Hobie chuckle. “What are we going to do with all of them?”

“We can always collect them and sell them or whatever, you know?” Hobie chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…”

“In the meantime, we can always enjoy this beautiful scene, what do you say?”

“You’re way too calm for someone who has his bedroom full of flowers…”

“You made them. They’re beautiful. I don’t see the issue, basically a work of art,” He said looking at you over his shoulder, as you rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“Hobie, pollen give you allergies,”

“Sleeping on a flower bed one night isn’t going to kill me,” He pointed out. “Besides, ever since the spider thing, I get less allergies from flowers,” He said lifting a finger up, making you chuckle.

“Fine! You win this argument!” You chuckled.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah, I love you too”

“That’s why I don’t mind the flowers. Because you made them,”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Hobie’s cheek before you continued tending to the last two wicks.

“Thank you,” You said.

“For what?”

“Being you,” You sighed. “I’m not precisely fascinated with all the flowers in the bedroom, but the fact that you are, makes me feel better”

“Why, you’re welcome, sweet’eart. Thank you for helping me with my hair,” He said looking at you and giving you a cheeky smirk.

“Anytime,”

#hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie fanfic #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown headcanons #hobie x you #hobie x y/n

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retrospacejelly · 3 months

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A Western Tension

Pairing: Ex-outlaw!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: While eating a homemade meal in what feels like ages, Miguel learns about Y/N’s rocky past.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Guns, Mentions of the devil’s tango, typical cowboy things, language

Part: 2/?

Part: 1, 2, 2 1/2, 3

Not proofread

A/N: This is part two of A Western Romance! I had this idea brewing for a while, and character AI helped push the plot! (Thank you Monstera for letting me expand on the plot!)

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Once inside her small home, she sets the clothes basket by the kitchen table. She pats her hands on her skirt, “I have Chili Verde that’s still warm. That work for ya?” she asks, walking towards the pot sitting over a small fire.

“Yes ma’am” is his reply, walking over to the washbin, wiping them with a cloth draped against its side. He then sits at the table, looking around. He notices the pictures framed on the wall. Your family, it looks like. And, no spouse. He smiles to himself.

His gaze goes over to where Y/N stands over the pot, scooping the meal into a bowl.

“Smells damn good, sugar.”

“Why thank you.” She pauses after setting the bowl down with a spoon in front of him. “I never did catch your name by the way…”

He gives a nod, just now realizing he never got yours too. He lets out a small cough.

“It’s Miguel. Miguel O’Hara,” he says. He takes a breath, hoping you don’t recognize the name.

She nods. “O’Hara…Irish father?”

He nods as he takes a spoonful of food. Y/N sits down in the chair next to his, resting her head in her hand.

“Yeah, him an’ his family migrated hear years before I was born. He fell in love with my mother, a maid on his father’s ranch.”

Y/N smiles softly as he recalls his parents' past.

“However, I get my physical attributes from my mother’s side. Tall, dark an’ handsome. You know the deal.”

She chuckles at his words, shaking her head. “Yea, handsome. I got that.”

And suddenly, “Bet ya got a nice little wife to run home to then, huh?”.

…

She covers her mouth, surprised at her sudden comment. Looking at her through his dark lashes, he chuckles quietly.

“You tryin’ to ask me somethin’? But no, Babydoll. I’m as free as a bird. Never really one to settle down.”

“Mn, that’s what my father said. Now he’s living out his days on a nice chunk a’ land. Lovin' up on my mother.”

He takes another bite of food, shrugging.

“He’s one of the lucky ones. Plenty a’ fellas out there that don’t get lucky ‘nough to find a nice lady to settle down with. End up bein’ lonely, and stuck with someone they can’t stand till death do ‘em part.”

Y/N stays silent for a moment, taking in his words. She can’t help but let her shoulders sag.

“Yea, heard that too many times.”

Miguel notices her change in appearance but chooses to not bring it up. “What about you, huh? Got a beau, Sugar?”

She sits up, not meeting his gaze. “Well, I did. But the coward ran off with some Hussy after I pulled a gun on ‘em. Found out real quick that sleeping with another woman was the biggest mistake of his life.”

Well. So much for not bringing it up.

He laughs loudly, amused by your confession. “Someone sure is a real firecracker, huh?”

“How would you feel if the supposed love of your life was beddin’ another? And in your bedroom no less!” She exclaims.

He doesn’t seem fazed by her outburst. “I’d be angry, sure, but I don’t know if I’d go as far as to pull my gun on ‘em for it. I’m not as hot-headed as you, darlin’ “.

She rolls her eyes, “Not all people are lucky to have good looks.”

Miguel gives her a look, his eyes narrowing. “What’s that got to do with any o’ this, Baby doll?”

She looks down, now clasping her hands together. The smooth grooves of the wooden table suddenly became very intriguing.

“I didn’t really care much about my appearance growing up. My father grew up with no sisters and six brothers, so he was a little lost when it came to raisin’ me. Still wanting to be involved in my life, he raised me like he would a boy, so dresses ‘n frilly lace never piqued my interest.”

She takes a breath, continuing.

“That no good cheater, Thomas, was a ranch hand for my father and the only other kid my age. We have been pretty much friends since childhood. When we turned eighteen years of age, he professed his love for me and proposed.” She smiles sadly.

“I was over the moon. I was certain no man would ever look my way, ya know, with the way I dressed and acted. And after…after he cheated and I ran him out my home after I started dressin’ in dresses ‘n bein’ more ladylike, I have yet to find myself a good husband. I put walls ‘round me for a reason. Women don’t like getting their hearts hurt.”

Miguel’s expression softens, wanting nothing more than to hold you close. You poor thing. He thought you were breathtaking. He liked that you could fend for yourself. He reaches for her hand, taking it into his own. She sucks in a breath.

“So, you’re jaded from that. Ya got your walls up, and you expect men to show up and climb over ‘em to try and get to you.”

She laughs, sadly. “None of ‘em try anyhow.”

“Looks ain’t everythin’ Baby doll. Just cause some fella’s easy on the eyes, doesn’t mean he’s trustworthy. Can’t always judge a man just by lookin’ at ‘em. You gotta give ‘em a chance.

Y/N nods, not pulling away from his touch. “Same goes for us ladies too. Guess word of me pullin’ a gun on an unfaithful man scared the rest off.”

He snorts, tilting his head. “Probably did. Not many men want to tangle with a wildcat like you, honey.”

Wanting to continue the conversation, Y/N closes her mouth, just now realizing how tired she’s become. She smiles. “I’ll show ya’ to your room if you’re done eating.”

Surprised by the sudden change in topic, he quietly nods and brings the now-empty bowl and spoon to a different wash basin where other dishes sit soaking in the water.

She starts towards the guest bedroom, and he follows close behind her. Stopping in front of a door, she turns to look up at him.

“Here’s the room. If you need to relieve yourself, there’s a bathhouse just at the end o’ the hall.”.

Miguel opens the door, scanning the room. “Pretty bare, but I guess Il’ do.” he jokes, looking back at her.

Y/N smiles at his joke, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Glad it works for ya. ‘Night.” she says, turning to retire to her own room. His smile falls, itching to reach out to her.

“Hold on one second, Lil’ Miss. You ain’t just gonna turn ‘round an’ walk away from now, are ya?”.

She sighs dramatically, “Oh I usually wouldn’t leave ya on your lonesome, but you have work to do tomorrow. Ya ain’t outta the woods yet.” she replies snarkily.

He smirks. “Oh, I ain’t too worried ‘bout fixin’ up that fence o’ yours. We still got plenty o’ time tonight, Princessa.”. He takes a step forward, leaning in. “Why you tryna avoid me all o’ sudden, hm?”

Y/N’s face flushes, and she can’t meet his gaze. “I jus’ want to retire for the night. Problem?”.

“Ya’ sure ‘bout that, sugar?”

She nods quickly, “Pretty positive.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You are on stubborn thing, ain’t ya?”. He leans in more, practically chest to chest with Y/N. She can feel his breath on her lips. His…very…kissable lips…

Without a word, she steps back and turns, quickly walking to her room. Before she shuts the door, he speaks again.

“Where you goin’ darlin’? Weren’t you sayin’ you were aimin’ to get some sleep?”

She lets out a huff. “Yeah, in my room.” The sound of her door slamming shut echoes throughout the hallway.

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mayakern · 1 year

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I can't believe the milk skirt is not popular enough to warrant a restock!! This is the very first skirt that caught my eye from your shop, and at the time I thought it's already discontinued!! I feel so lucky I was able to snag up one today! Do you have any other skirts you're surprised didn't perform as well as you expected?

the milk skirt WAS discontinued ages ago, we just found a few stragglers in the office. the OG milk skirt (blue hem) is from 2017 but the newer one is from just last year. the original version sold OK for a while, and then really poorly, and we were hoping maybe a new. more subtle version would sell better but we were wrong lol

as for other designs that sadly didn't sell as well as i expected, there are quite a few!

the tea skirt in its multiple iterations. they are such slow sellers that devin has outlawed me from creating any new color variants of this design so it is dead forever. unless we find stragglers it will never be sold again. (OG cream and pink colors are from 2020, blue is from 2022)

the monstera (2022) and moth (2020) skirts. the monstera skirt just suffered from being the 10th most popular design in a preorder poll that we picked 10 designs from. people liked it but prioritized buying other designs first so we never reprinted it. the moth skirt, idk, i made it as a companion piece to the bee skirt but i think because it's set on diamonds and not hexagons the moths end up too close together.

the elephants skirt (2020). this one people were absolutely mad for when i was drawing the art and it just kind of sold OK. not awful, but not great.

and the original spring color palette of the hiss from a rose skirt (2019). the other color palettes (black & red and winter) have done better, which is a good thing, but also im sad because i love the OG color palette. i think the original printing of it lacked some contrast that would give it more definition, and i've since reworked it to print better, but it sold so abysmally we haven't reprinted it since the changes were made. 😭

the royalty skirt (2019). idk why y'all hated this one so much it's still cute

there are a bunch more i could talk about too but i'm out of images so that's it for now.

#skirt history #ask

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theladywholivesonthemoon · 1 year

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FEVER

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, wlw, vaginal fingering, tit sucking, clit slapping, softdom!wanda, oral;

a/n: this is actually my first time writing lesbian smut, wish me luck!

Away from the world, Wanda feels safe. A home in the mountains, filled with nature’s colors and sights, welcomes Wanda as she comes back from the garden. She takes of the dirty gloves, placing them on the stairs of the cabin, dusting off her pants with a sigh. Wanda breathes, smelling pinewood and fresh coffee- a smile appears on her face. She is not alone.

It took a long time for her to find love again, true love, but she did. Their story started with a misplaced coffee order, it continues with a secluded and warm home just for them. Lately they have been thinking of adopting a dog, maybe cats too, but the talks are in the works. For now, it’s just them, and Wanda feels perfectly happy for that.

Wanda walks inside and the soft smell of coffee from outside takes over her nostrils, filling her with a sense of warmth she hadn’t felt in a while before finding her sweet. Languid steps lead her to their kitchen, plants filling the walls from top to bottom. Monsteras, Lily of the Valleys, Geraniums, and pretty flowers alike. By chance her sweet is also a witch, more focused on natural magic, but a witch nonetheless. So, one of the first presents Wand gave was a garden full of any plant she could desire- the other girl wanted to refuse, saying it was too much, but Wanda didn’t let her. Then, a few days later, Wanda’s own garden had been filled and a painting of her brother delivered to her home. ‘Now we’re even!’, she had said.

“It’s early, detka. I though you would be sleeping for longer” Wanda walks up behind her, tangling her arms around the others waist. She kisses the woman on her neck, sucking lightly.

“I know, Wands, but I have work in the city and I though I could get coffee ready before leaving” She turns around and delivers a kiss to Wanda’s plump lips. “Darling, could you hand me the pot with the batter, please?”

“Uhm, I though we could do something else before you leave” Wanda grabs her waist, turning the girl around and delivering a tender kiss to her lips, followed by another, then another, then another, until their lips are bruising. The girl parts from Wanda’s lips for a second, staring into the witches eyes and as soon as she finds confirmation, her hand brushes of Wanda’s cardigan and follows to her blouse. With as much ferocity as Wanda’s lips brush against hers, she rips of her lovers shirt, separating from their kiss to move her mouth to the others neck.

“You’re feisty today, huh? Well then,” Wanda moans loudly, coming to caress her lover’s hair. “let me help you”.

Red magic appears on her fingers, her eyes turning red as her hands twist and their clothes disappear, leaving the two women naked in their kitchen. Cheery laughs follow from the other woman, but those soon are turned to moans as Wanda pulls her over the counter with one fell swoop. Their kisses increases in intensity, tongues moving against each other fiercely, hand fumbling from their hairs, arms, chests and everything they could touch. With a deep kiss that leaves the other woman breathless, Wanda moves downward. She kisses her neck, chest, moving to lick the others sensitive nipples, licking and sucking as moans continue to leave her.

“Oh Wanda!” Her moans become increasing louder, at first restraining herself but with one look from Wanda she is reminded that in their isolated home there is only them and there is nothing more that Wanda enjoys than hearing her lover’s sound of pleasure.

The redhead moves from her sweet’s breast to her waist, giving sweet and slow kisses until she reaches her pussy. Wanda licks her lips and kisses the others mound one. “Ready for me, my love?” She asks the other woman who sits completely breathless onto the counter. “Always”

With consent given, she dives in. She licks slowly from the lower lips to her clit, little licks following. The honey scent fills her lugs as she moves two fingers around the others pussy, slipping a finger in as she sucks her lover’s clit harshly. Wanda sucks harder, while her finger dives in slowly, shortly added by another to stretch her pussy further. The mixed sensation makes her moan loudly, gripping and tugging Wanda’s hair hard. The redhead moves her other hand from the others calf to deliver a heavy slap to her clit, increasing the sensation even further.

“You’ll behave now, detka” Wanda says as she pulls away from her pussy, blown out pupils and a dark grin making the other moan out a whiny ‘yes’. Wanda dives back in, licking around and deepening her thrusts, plowing her fingers harder, encouraged by the others cries of pleasure. “Cum for me, my love”. As the pitches of her cries increase, so does Wanda’s thrusts, becoming faster and faster as she reaches her peak. A loud cry echoes from her lover’s throat, she grips the counter, turning her knuckles white as she arches her back and bends her neck backward. A gutural sound leaves Wanda as she swallows her release with fervor, fingers leaving her pussy to grab her thighs, shoving her face as close as possible and trapping herself in her lover’s thighs, just how she likes it.

They both come down from their highs with fast breathing, chests heaving up and down. Wanda get’s up from her knees, tangling her hands in her lover’s waist, bringing their foreheads together. Short kisses are echanged between breaths, the other woman biting Wanda’s lips and tugging. Then, Wanda licks into her mouth, gripping her head to bring them even closer. After they regain their breath, her lover smiles at her, turning her head slightly to the side and with a grin she says,

“So, my turn?”

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wlw #smut #everwritingannafics #wlw smut #marvel smut #marvel #marvel x reader

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thefrontofmymind · 3 months

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Proof Positive 6

a/n: me uploading another part of this? who would have thought? (seriously though im sorry life got in the way quite badly ://)

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You could hear chatter through the other end of the phone as Ross excused himself from the greenroom in whatever venue they were playing that night.

"How are you and the little 'un?" He asked in a gentle tone that echoed through the cinder block hallway he was standing in.

"We're good! Baby's the size of a strawberry now!" You answered excitedly. You never thought you'd be the person to track every day of your pregnancy, but when you got that first notification from your app saying your baby was the size of an orange seed, you couldn't help but get stirred by the fact that there was a real, living human growing inside of you.

A baby that was half you and half Ross—a pairing you never even thought about, but now your heart grew fonder with every shy smile, kiss, and tender hand touch.

"How was the show last night?"

"Oh, brilliant!" Ross exclaimed. You loved hearing him so animated when talking about his work. It reminded you of when you first met him, a bright-eyed twenty-four-year-old just starting to tackle the world.

"Wish you were here though...miss you so much..." he finished his spiel.

"Just think, when you get back to London, we'll be far along enough to tell everyone," you said with a smile.

"Can't wait to tell the guys, they'll shit!"

You heard some kind of shuffle on the phone; you could just make out the words.

"Can't wait to tell us what?" George's voice. Unmistakable.

Crap!

"Um..." Ross chuckled. "Uh.."

You couldn't help but laugh through the phone at Ross' attempts to string at least one sentence together.

"Seriously! What?!"

You might just have a way out of this. Maybe.

"Give George the phone," you told Ross, calm and collected.

You heard another shuffle as the phone was handed off.

"Hi...who's this?" George asked in a cautious voice.

"It's me!" You answered.

"Oh, hi! How are you going?" He asked, now excited. "What do you and Ross want to tell us all, then?"

"Well..." You trailed off, not quite sure how to word it. "Me and Ross... are me and Ross."

"Oh shit!" George laughed. then directed his attention to Ross, who was standing frozen in front of him. "You dog! How long has this been going on?"

"A couple months," Ross replied to him.

A notification came through on your laptop in front of you, an email with a subject line that started with "URGENT!"

"Okay, I gotta go, I have to get back to work."

"Alright, I'll hand you back to your boyfriend," George said with a grin, that even though you couldn't see it, you knew it was there.

"Gotta go, love you," you said once Ross was back on the phone.

"Love you too! see you in 3 weeks!"

"Counting down the days!" You replied, hanging up and getting back to work.

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You’d lived in a bubble, really. It was almost like it wasn’t all quite real yet. You weren’t showing, and no one—well, barely anyone—knew. You tried not to think of this mess you and Ross had made, but with a random fleeting thought over one weekend, your palms gained a clammy sheen that you couldn’t get rid of.

You always tried to keep your head straight in times of stress; you were a pragmatist at heart, and as often as you could get lost in nihilism veiled as just being "realistic," you just wanted to rip the bandaid off and get everything out in the open to deal with the consequences, whatever they may be.

You sipped your takeaway coffee as you entered the Dirty Hits offices—decaf, unfortunately—and said a bright ‘good morning’ to the people you passed. You had a small desk by a window facing the street, which the miniature monstera plant sitting on a stack of some old quarterly reports loved when the sun was angled so perfectly to warm it every morning.

You could feel yourself shaking deep within your bones. You’d never been someone who got so wrapped up in the romance of the moment, but now, looking back, you realised you’d done just that.

Today, you were exactly thirteen weeks along. It was now much less risky to start telling people, namely yours and Ross’ employer, Jamie.

You had a direct view of him from your ergonomic desk chair, through the glass door of his office.

Rip the bandaid.

You stood quickly, like if you were to think about it too long, your legs would stop you, and strided to his office. With a gentle knock, you opened the door and leaned into the room.

“Could we have a quick chat? If you’re not busy.”

His face brightened when he saw you; he was always happy to see you, and you him. There was a certain bond between the two of you. It came down to faith and loyalty to each other. He’d given you a chance to pretty much build this entire label with him from the ground up, and you’d put your faith in him—and the band you’ve known all this time—that it would be a worthy investment. And in all these years, you’ve never strayed and been rewarded greatly for it—even more than Jamie even knew, well, for the next couple minutes anyway.

“How’ve you been, love? How was LA? I meant to shoot you a text, but I was busy with the girls this weekend, you know?” He rambled.

“It was good, Coachella was great.” You moved to sit in one of the plush leather—or was it a well-made pleather?—chairs in front of his pinewood desk.

“Didn’t get into too much trouble, then?”

You let out a chuckle. “No, no, not at all.” You let out a sigh. “There is something I need to bring up with you…”

A look of concern spread across his face. “What’s going on? Did something happen?”

“Um…” You let out a sigh. “I’m…having a baby.”

“Holy shit!” He smiled and bounced out of his seat and around his desk to give you a tight hug. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” you beamed back.

“Who’s the father? If you don’t mind me asking.” He scuttled back to his comfy swivel chair. “Or is it a ‘you’re doing it on your own’ sort of thing?”

You could feel heat travelling up your chest, your neck, your ears, and settling in your cheeks.

“That’s the bit that’s a bit... difficult,” you slowly sputtered out.

“Oh, do you now know who the father is? Sorry.”

“No, I know who it is.” Rip the bandaid. “It’s Ross.”

Jamie didn’t say anything for a moment, but you could see the cogs turning in his head behind his eyes, processing the information.

“Like…” He mimed playing a bass. “Our Ross?”

“Yeah,” you answered awkwardly. “We’ve been together for a little bit now, just keeping it quiet. But I’ll be showing soon, so...”

A smile stretched across his face. “I’m very happy for the two of you. Really.”

“Thanks,” you smiled back.

#ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald imagine

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athenaluthor · 7 months

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flower shopping with obi wan modern au?

description - spring is finally here. you and obi-wan celebrate by expanding his plant collection and buying flowers

warnings - fluff, sweet tooth rotting fluff, domestic obi-wan, lovesick obi wan

side note - i mayhaps have gone and veered away from flower shopping to plant shopping ( cause plants are my jam). still hope u enjoy though. much love from me

word count -1.37k (unedited)

banner by @cafekitsune

Spring is finally here.

With it washes away the dread and barren cold of winter that seeps into your bones . The spring sun melts away the ice and makes way for a season of blooming flowers and plants.

The spring morning chill offers a nice change of pace from the frigid winds of winter. A lovely way to transition from thick winter coats to warm cardigans, according to Obi-Wan.

The hot cup of coffee he buys you does wonders to warm your hand as you both walk through the streets. Though the river market isn't an unfamiliar walk, Obi-Wan prefers to hold one of your hands as if you'd get lost. You don't mind, though. His hands are large and warm, providing you warmth and comfort like no other.

Hand in hand, the two of you walk through the city like always. You can't help but relish in the comfortable silence and the occasional talk. The kind of comfort that only comes through profound understanding. You adore the way his hair falls in his face, the way he smiles when he talks about his passions. Even after all this time, he blushes slightly every time he realizes your eyes are on him for too long.

Each year, the two of you venture down to the river market around spring to catch a glimpse of the annual plants and flowers market. The streets near the river house the stands that showcase all sorts of flowers. Each stand overflows with flowers and plants alike, attracting passersby and locals.

Unavoidably, Obi-Wan insists on you choosing a few plants to bring home every year.

“Obi, absolutely not! We have so many already, I wouldn't even know where to put them.” you say to him, laughing incredulously.

“What? Of course, there's space. I'll make space, darling. My hands are miracle workers, you know that. Remember last time?” he quips.

“Yes, I remember it. The ones you bought last year were too big and wouldn't fit on the balcony, yet you made it work. Now, shall I sing praises of your skill?” you quip back.

Eventually, you cave to Obi-Wan. The two of you settle on a few small houseplants after much contemplation. He wants more plants for the balcony like hydrangeas and morning glories, though he opts out of it after remembering his plans of adding chairs and tables to it.

You tease that Obi-Wan’s confidence and security is all for show, truly shaken when he has to make a decision for which plant he wants for your home. He takes the choice far too seriously which amuses you far more than you'd like to admit.

The look he gives to the fiddle leaf fig and monstera plant nearly makes you burst out laughing. He looks at it with such longing and wistfulness one would think it might be his lover.

“It's a terribly daunting decision, darling. What if we don't like it later? Can't return it back then, can we, hm?” states Obi-Wan

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you watch the stall worker pack your new plants. You find it amusing that he puts so much thought into it despite adorning every plant that comes into your home.

“You know, you love all your plants, Obi. Even the dramatic ones and that makes you all the more adorable to me.” you say dramatically.

He turns his head to you, his eyes bore into yours and his hand reaches for your cheek to caress it. “Adorable? Let's see if you still think that tonight, darling.” he cheekily replies.

Obi-Wan tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears and says “Besides,I have a love for beauty and dramaticness. Especially the one next to me, even if she teases me to no end.”.

The compliment makes the blood rush to your cheeks and you shy away from his gaze. He teases you for how easily your cheeks warm and how shy you get even after all this time.

Excusing yourself, you let Obi-Wan pay for the new plants while you discard your empty cup into a nearby recycling bin. Looking around in an attempt to calm yourself, you see some people walking around with bouquets of fresh flowers. You certainly didn't mind having some flowers around the house, you know Obi-Wan didn't either.

Once he's done, Obi-Wan walks to you with his brand new goods in hand and the brightest grin across his face.

“Where shall we go next, hmm?” He asks you.

“Want to get some fresh flowers? For our desks and maybe for our living room. It'll really feel like spring then.” you reply.

Smiling, Obi-Wan agrees and adds “Some for the kitchen too. Flowers in the kitchen make cooking much better, if you ask me.”

Continuing your journey, the two of you make your way further through the market. Walking hand in hand, both of you try to find the section of florists. Obi-Wan rattles off facts about the plants and flowers you see as you walk by. You tease his enthusiasm here and there, only to kiss his cheek once you've riled him up. Despite your teasing, you don't mind the flowers and plants, he knows it.

In truth, you find it charming to see him care for them meticulously. Though you would rather him tickle you to death than say that to him.

Spotting the section of florists, both of you head over there. Admittedly, you don't care much for plants, but you adore flowers. Especially since Obi-Wan indulges your love by planting some of your favorites at home and buys bouquets of others.

Full of excitement, you begin choosing with much care. You decide carefully which flowers would look best in your home and liven up the place, placing them in a basket the worker gave. Obi-Wan picks a few here and there, but he mostly opts to stand back and watch you be in your little world.

Moments like this remind him of how glorious it is to feel such profound love for you. Nothing can match how desperately and unequivocally in love with you he is.

Your voice snaps him out of his trance, “Should we get lilacs too?” you ask.

“Uhh, definitely. The snowdrops look great too. Do you want to get them?” he replies.

The two of you go back and forth between what other flowers you should get, eventually agreeing on some lilies as well as irises to add more color to the space.

By the end, the two of you have definitely gone a little overboard. Before you leave, Obi-Wan makes a quick purchase of some fertilizer he's been set on trying. All the more variety to up his gardening skills , according to him. He also chooses a few gardening gloves for both of you to replace your worn out ones.

The walk home is quite hilarious. The two of you have definitely purchased more than you can comfortably carry. Though, Obi-Wan suggests you hail a cab, you fail to find any. Your home isn't far enough to justify using a ride-share service at this time of day.

Now, you both are left trying to walk home with your hands full of new goods you can barely carry. Both of you don't complain though. The struggle adds to the laughter that neither of you can contain as you make your way back home.

Coming up to your building, the old lady knitting on by her window throws you a disapproving look. Her look tells you that she thinks the two of you are like teenage love-birds who can't keep quiet. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she thought so.

That evening, you both lay comfortably entangled on the sofa. Obi-Wan ensures to cover your bodies with the blanket once he feels the goosebumps on your skin. He's aware he runs warm but you don't so he offers to turn up the thermostat but you refuse, just wanting to lay with him.

Having your head on his chest and hands on his stomach drawing patterns, he thinks he could stay in this moment forever. A lovely day outside, shopping with the love of his life and evening spent making love to her.

He wishes this spring would last forever.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan star wars #ewan mcgregor

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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thinking about abby coming home from patrol with some little flowers for you, but she cut the stems bc it was a long journey back and she’s sososo apologetic that she killed the flowers,, until ur like “no abbs look!!!” n you pull out your diary, flipping to a blank page, taking some of the flowers and pressing them in the pages.. n abby is like ? until a few days later you show her and from then on she’s finding flowers for you to press

oh this made me tear up it's that kinda night huh.

wlf abby ok lets go. she was off on patrol basically from 5am Sunday to 4am Monday, which was fucking exhausting and brutal and honestly made you want to fight Isaac in hand to hand combat. she gets back at like 5am, around the time you would be waking up if you had actually gotten any sleep. but no, you're sitting on her bed, reading at a book you're not actually reading, when she walks through the door, bone-tired and droopy and ,,,, holding a bundle of flowers? droopy flowers, like her.

immediately, you're up and wrapping her up in your arms. she's hugging you back, gently as to not crush the flowers but still trying to put as much love as she can into the hug. you both know she's more than capable, Isaac's strongest soldier, but you're fucking terrified every time she's sent out. every time she comes back is cause for celebration in your book, so she lets you wrap her up in these big hugs and takes all the kisses you want to give her, letting herself be completely loved on.

when you finally pull away, she's giving you this sleepy lil smile and holding out the flowers almost apologetically. "I found you these yesterday but they, uh, they got kinda squished, so...." and she looks so sheepish and cute, you just take the flowers and plant a big kiss on her cheek before turning away. you grab one of your old notebooks and open it up, gently placing the flowers between two relatively empty pages and closing the notebook, nestling it under a few heavier books for good measure. and abby is like??? "why did you do that?" and you turn to her, all smiley, like "trust me :]"

a few days later, when she comes back to the room after her work out, you grab her hand and lead her to the table, showing her the progress on the flowers! laying on the open notebook are the same flowers she got you, just a bit flatter, but on their way to being pretty well preserved! and she's like oh!!! that's so cool!!!! and she's just so fucking happy that you want to keep the gifts she gets you, even the ones that aren't meant to last forever, that she starts bringing you more and more. sometimes it isn't even flowers, just cool foliage once she learned you could also press those. some you actually manage to propagate, like pothos and monstera leaves from he overgrown garden center, but the rest all get pressed between the pages of old diaries.

the greatest find she ever brought back from patrol? a miraculously intact picture frame where you put a bunch of the pressed flowers, including the first ones she ever got you <3

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

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firstkanaphans · 1 year

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I think the thing that makes me lose my mind the most upon rewatching the episode is how...very into it Sand is the whole time?? Like, the minute he has Ray in his car HE's the one who goes all "ugh, I COULD have hooked up with someone tonight" 🙄😒 and planting the seed in Ray's mind. I wasn't sure if that line was intentional, but I am certain there's a HUGE shift in Sand's demeanor when Ray asks him if he's been hit on by men. It's almost like Sand realizes and gets confirmation like, "ohhh, so that IS where this could be going?" and from there he's also the one who asks if he's supposed to be a hooker tonight and then on top of it all, the way he says "if I'm interested, I do it for free" and giving Ray that Look after just seemed sooo pointed. Like Sand's making it very clear where he is on the whole thing but wants Ray to be the one to make the final move (which Ray 100% does deliver 😂). And he doesn't hesitate at all! When Ray leans in Sand kisses him back immediately without missing a single beat.

and then once sand makes it clear they're 'only friends', and ray kisses him the second time, they even start taking their clothes off at the same time lol. like, sand is trying to be chill about this whole thing but he wants this just as much as Ray does, I think 👀

(i hope it's okay i'm screaming about these two in your inbox 😅 these two have been living rent free in my mind and i needed to vent to someone haha!)

Oh, please scream away! None of us are sane here 😂

I don’t think there was ever a question from either of them about where things were headed. The writer said that Sand lighting Ray’s cigarette in episode one was meant to symbolize him lighting the fire of their relationship and I think everything that happened from that moment on was just very elaborate foreplay. The bigger question in my eyes is why?

Ray’s motivations are obvious. Sand showed him an ounce of kindness and he imprinted on that man so fast he should be embarrassed by it. But like you said, Sand seems to have a soft spot for Ray as well. A softer spot, quite frankly, than he probably deserves.

Why would Sand want to have a one-night stand with a spoiled rich boy who has more baggage than an airport when there are far easier targets out there? Is it about the thrill of the chase? Is it simply physical? Honestly, I don’t know.

My best guess is that Ray reminds him of someone. An ex-boyfriend, perhaps? Maybe one who drove drunk and got himself killed?

All I know for sure is that Sand is fond. He likes that Ray’s a spoiled brat. He likes that he can tease him. He likes that he teases him back. I’ve seen people say that Sand’s already in love and I don’t think we’re anywhere close to that yet, but you’re absolutely right. Sand knew exactly what would happen if he took Ray home that night and he did it anyway. He didn't even have to bribe him with a monstera!

What I'm looking forward to most about next week is watching Ray beg Sand for more. Maybe it'll humble him a little.

#only friends the series #sandray #asks

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https-furina · 1 year

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— puppified ! ♡ | edition: men, version 1.0

ft. cyno, tighnari, kaveh, gorou, thoma, diluc, aether & childe x fem!reader content. modern!au, fluff - jackal!cyno, fox!tighnari, puppy!kaveh, puppy!gorou, puppy!thoma, puppy!diluc, puppy!aether, fox!childe

archon’s decree. it’s more canines than anything but !! this is all the boys who i think are pups/canines <3 there’ll be a kitty version so hold on, i might think your fave is a kitty cat instead!

✉️ mail received! sender: cyno

cyno has habits of keeping to himself (read: attempting to keep to himself.) he’ll curl up on the couch when you’re away at work, his tail hanging off the edge and swaying slowly in the solace that is left in your shared apartment but the jackal’s ears display otherwise. he’s twitchy, his ears twisting and turning when a vehicle will drive past obnoxiously loud or his sensitive hearing picks up a microwave oven beeping a few apartments away.

that is because as much as he’ll deny it - or lack to deny, that he misses you when your presence isn’t around. he’s naturally very quiet (until he gets the zoomies) so even when you come home from work, the jackal does not rush to your side. he will potentially yap at the sudden noise, his ears pressed before he realises it’s you, ruby eyes softening as his ears perk back up. truly, his ears are his greatest enemies when it comes to displaying emotions.

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“cyno?” you call out, flipping the light switch as the warm, yellowed light of the entrance hallway turns on so you can see where you’re stepping. you kick off your sneakers, raising a brow as you glance down the hallway in mild curiosity. there's a stir from the lounge and a grin crosses your face.

your footsteps are light as you make your way through the dimly light apartment. you know that you can't fool the jackal, who already has his ruby eyes trained onto the door of the lounge.

"you look like a fool," he comments and you can make out the silhouette of his tail swishing in the moonlight that breaches through cracks in the blinds, "you're so noisy."

"i am not noisy," you reply pointedly, puffing your cheeks as you flop down onto the limited free space cyno has left on the couch, "it's not my fault you have these-"

you lean across to the pointed ears perked upon his head, the pads of your fingertips brushing against the soft fur. cyno tenses, the cunning jackal taking the chance to curl his tail around your leg. it's his turn to grin, pulling you close as he wraps his arms around you, "you took too long at work."

a sigh escapes your lips, a small smile growing as you relax and rest your head against his shoulder. he'll never explicitly say that he missed you but you knew exactly what he meant.

✉️ mail received! sender: tighnari

tighnari is more or less a restless fox. his hands are always busy fumbling with something - usually the assortment of plants that fill every crevice of your shared apartment. you yourself work as a florist so your fox boyfriend having a green thumb is what you like to call a sweet thing called fate when you walk in on him happily pruning his array of exotic plants, big bushy tail swaying behind him as he hums to the radio.

on odd days, tighnari likes to visit the flower shop you work in - situated directly below your apartment. the moment you hear the metal steps behind the flower shop clanging when someone descends them, his ears giving him away as they protrude from his shadow cast on the ceramic floor.

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"ah- shit..." the fox grumbles when his tail hits against the wide leaves of his monstera plant, which has doubled in size since he acquired the cutting from a friend a few months ago. your eyes raise from the book you'd been reading, a small smile caressing your face.

"maybe you need to space them out again, love?" you suggest softly, watching the way his large pointed ears twitch in your direction. he scratches at one with a gloved hand, frowning slightly as he considers it.

"if i keep spacing them out, we'll end up with plants in the kitchen." he sighs, placing the spray bottle full of water down as he turns to look at you. you have a crocheted blanket draped over your legs and you're halfway through the book you'd started. in a slump, he throws himself down beside you, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. his ears flatten in a form of frustration, not appearing to like the concept of plants in the kitchen.

you make a noise, amused as you lower your book and reach a hand up to run through tighnari's dark locks, fingers gently grazing past black fluffy ears and emitting soft whimpers from the male, "you worry so much, nari - perhaps we need to just work on how much your tail wags when you're tending to your plants?"

tighnari groans, brows knitting together as if he'd like to forget his unfortunate predicament. said tail curls up over his lap as he hugs it close to his chest, his head nudging against your hand when you think to stop stroking his hair for even a moment.

✉️ mail received! sender: kaveh

oh he’s simply the sweetest puppy - he’s so loud and boisterous, he’s definitely a golden retriever. kaveh is needy and isn’t afraid to say it out loud too. whether you’ve left the bed to go to the toilet or you did the groceries without him locked to your side, he’ll be sure to whine endlessly until you’re back. he’s stubborn and a little bit prideful however so moments after he’ll be sure to deny ever whining.

you like to joke that maybe the blond has separation anxiety - not that you’d complain about that - but sometimes it genuinely does feel as if he’ll implode whenever you leave for mere moments.

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thanks to the silence of the apartment, you can already hear your boyfriend’s faint whines from where he’s cooped up in your shared bedroom. his blond hair is probably tussled amongst white pillows, sheets messily tangled with his long limbs when he buries his face into the pillows and lets out another dramatic whine - it’s a sight you’ve seen numerous times now.

you sigh, a smile creeping onto your face as you place the grocery bags onto the kitchen counters, glancing in the direction of the bedroom. it’s suddenly silent, the rustle of the grocery bags being the only known sound. you give him five seconds… five… four… three…

the blond appears in the kitchen doorway before you finish counting mentally, floppy golden ears perked and rusty coloured eyes glittering excitedly as a wide beam brightens his face.

“you’re home!” he exclaims, wrapping slender arms around your waist as he nuzzles his head into your hair. his tail is wagging like an unstoppable force, hitting against the kitchen cupboards in a way that you know will have him pouting later, mumbling about how his tail hurts.

“i figured i’d let you sleep in longer but i know you don’t like me leaving you alone.” you muse, running a hand through long blond locks that he’s yet to brush. there’s a small ‘hmph’ from the tall male as he pulls away, folding his arms across his chest defiantly as he puffs out his cheeks.

“who says i don’t like being left alone?” he huffs as he turns his head away somewhat, tilting his chin up with sass, “i like when the apartment is quiet!”

despite his claims, his tail has not given up with its excited wagging, giving away the truth behind his words so easily that you can’t help but laugh at your stubborn boyfriend’s failed attempts.

✉️ mail received! sender: gorou

gorou is another prideful pup who carries his head high with his chest puffed out. his tail is almost never between his legs (unless that fox lady is nearby!) and he loves to act like a personal guard dog. however this makes him extremely tense sometimes, the fur on his tail bristling and standing straight at the mere sound of a vehicle passing by.

you have to laugh at your boyfriend, stroking the soft fur of his tail in reassurance whenever he gets worked up over the smallest things.

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a soft growl falls from the lips of your boyfriend, your eyes moving from the television to where he’s stood by the window, watching the streets below - sometimes it bewildered you how good his hearing was.

“gorou? what on earth is it?” your brows knit together in confusion as you raise to your feet, wandering to the tense puppy as he bares his teeth to something out of your line of sight. he doesn’t respond minus a quiet whimper at your approach, his ears flattening for a moment before a car door slams and they perk almost instantly again.

your eyes notice the postal van parked outside the apartment complex and you try to hide your laugh behind your hand, shaking your head, “it’s just the post, baby!”

gorou makes a small noise akin to that of embarrassment, clearing his throat as he looks away. his tail noticeably relaxes, hanging by his leg as his ears press to his head.

“uh- yeah? so?” he pouts, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly when your fingers brush through the ginger fur of his tail, humming softly.

“nothing, nothing at all, my love,” you grin, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek.

✉️ mail received! sender: thoma

thoma is keen to be the helping hand around the house, especially when you work. he’s nailed every chore down, perfecting them within weeks of the pair of you dating. he uses his heightened senses to your advantage too, picking up the foul waft of something gone off in the fridge before it can even be detected by your nose. it’s not unusually to catch the ginger mopping the laminate floors of your apartment, his tail wagging as he does what he loves most.

sometimes friends and family applaud him for being such an ideal househusband and thoma will simply whine in embarrassment, floppy ears twitching as his tail tucks between his knees and his fingers fumble with whatever he’s holding.

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the apartment smells heavily of bleach, you note as you stretch your limbs, burying your face into sheets that smell of fresh cotton - thanks to thoma completing a load of washing the day prior. you groan as you wake up - not in distaste for your boyfriend’s love of chores, no, simply because you’re awake with the sunlight glowing into the bedroom once again. you swear your dreams are only lasting five minutes.

“you’re awake?” thoma perks up curiously, his head peeking around the door. there’s indeed a mop in his hands and he’s made a small ponytail out of his bangs to keep them out of his eyes. the sight makes you laugh into the pillows.

“mhm,” you hum, rubbing your eyes as you roll onto your back with another half energised stretch of your arms, “what time is it?”

the puppy makes a noise, his nose twitching - you do wonder how he works with bleach so much with that nose of his - as he reaches into his jean pocket and pulls out his phone, “10am, was i too loud?”

you shake your head, catching the way thoma balances the mop against the wall so he can enter the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. a ginger tail curls around his lap but you reach a hand over, fingers buried into the thick fur. thoma grins, watching you contently when he notices your eyelashes fluttering shut once more.

✉️ mail received! sender: diluc

diluc remains a very reserved man even as a puppy - you don’t blame him at all, you’d discussed his past a few months into dating and you’d sworn promises that you’d never hurt him. after a few weeks, diluc has almost entirely warmed up to you. he’s a very loyal puppy, even if he’s not excitable or needy, or even clingy.

his loyalty extends as far as working alongside you in your coffee shop, tending to making drinks and keeping on top of the dishes. the kids love him! he’ll even crouch down for them and let them touch at his ears - as long as they’re gentle.

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you hear the excited exclaims of children and a smile grows on your face, turning your heard to glimpse at the twins who are regulars alongside their mother but you know precisely why and that is narrowed down to your boyfriend, who stands with perked up ears when he recognises those familiar childish giggles.

he turns on his heels, ruby eyes twinkling as he crouches before the two of them. his hands continue to work idly on drying a mug with a cloth, his tail swaying slowly behind him as the twins glance between his tail, his face and his ears - they’re almost vibrating with the excitement they can’t contain.

“well? do you want to touch?” he prompts, his deep voice spooking the twins. small chubby hands reach up, fingertips brushing against the dark fur of his pointed ears in amazement as if they’d never touched them before. it’d become a routine for the three of them, diluc was beginning to cherish the twins. it was a sweet sight, one that you had to pull your gaze away when the steamed milk before you is done.

you continue to make the drink in question - one that is specifically for the twins’ mother. she raises her gaze from her children to thank you as you slide her drink towards her, a smile adorning her face, “come on you two, we have to go deliver this to daddy at work.”

the two pout, bidding your boyfriend farewell as they join hands, following their mother’s steps as she leaves the coffee shop. diluc stands, stretching his shoulders as his eyes glance over at you. he sees that playful grin you wear and a small scoff comes from him, clearing his throat as he continues drying the dishes.

✉️ mail received! sender: aether

aether knows exactly how to get what he wants, he has the definition of puppy eyes when those golden eyes you love so much look at you, innocent and pleading and his hands clasped together in a begging motion - but he’s such a good boy, how could you ever deny your boyfriend? his tail wags feverishly, knocking against everything in the nearby vicinity, including you but you simply can’t fault him.

he’ll do whatever you ask of him, obediently and almost instantly too. he recognises that running tedious errands for his beloved girlfriend will always get him what he wants in the long run, even though he never asks for much.

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there are those damned eyes again, you think as you bite your lip. he’s attempting to use them on someone other than yourself however and it’s most obviously not working. you squeeze his hand, his fingers tangled with yours as he snaps his attention to you, golden ears perked up - a telltale sign that he doesn’t care about what he’s attempting to puppy eye his way to.

“come on, we have ice cream - it’ll melt, aeth,” you comment, tugging at his hand as you pull him away from the street food vendor, “anyways you ate not that long ago.”

“i’m a growing pup,” he defends with a pout, his tail wagging back and forth contently as the two of you continue to walk home. you send him a look, your eyebrow raised and he sends a sheepish smile back, “okay, maybe i’m a grown pup.”

“that’s more like it,” you taunt, grinning as he huffs with a whine, rolling his eyes, “it’s takeout night tonight, don’t be too greedy.”

the puppy’s eyes sparkle at the reminder, a smile growing on his face as he nods and lifts your joined hands, littering your knuckles in feather light kisses. you roll your eyes this time, squeezing his hand once more in a returned act of affection towards your boyfriend. he grins playfully, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips instead when he grows tired of your knuckles.

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he’s a mischievous fox, albeit still very cunning. childe likes to keep you on your toes every chance he gets, testing your patience virtually every day since you met him. he does sometimes wonder why you fell for him but he doesn’t voice it out loud, instead opting to tease you for falling for his charming looks. you merely argue back that he knows exactly why you fell for him. the sly fox doesn’t deny.

as much as he may love his pranks, taunting his girlfriend with a grin, they don’t always work in his favour. if only it wasn’t for those pointy red ears and bushy tail that ruined his fun.

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the house is silent. that’s never a good sign, childe doesn’t sleep this early in the afternoon unless it’s with you. you’d memorised the routine of your fox boyfriend in the year you’d been together, down to every last detail. this silence could only mean one thing - trouble.

you don’t call out his name, knowing it’s futile as you step through the building. he hasn’t even kept the television on. the only sounds come from vehicles passing on the street outside, their sounds enhanced ever-so-slightly by an open window in the kitchen. you consider checking all your known locations for childe’s hiding spots, biting the inner of your cheek.

your eyes gloss over every last inch of the house that you can see, moving from room to room. the floor occasionally creaks beneath you, no matter how quiet you’re stepping - you curse buying such an old house on the market.

that’s when you catch it, in the middle of the lounge behind a couch. a pair of red, pointed ears with darkened tips and if you look closer, you can spot the white tip of a bushy tail peeking around the corner of the aforementioned couch. you grin, having caught the fox before he caught you.

you continue to act coy, slowly moving around towards the couch. he jumps up suddenly when you’re close enough, wrapping his arms around you from behind as his bushy tail sways playfully. sharp fangs show as he grins, unaware that you’d know the whole time.

“there you are!” you gasp, turning in his arms to press your chest to his. childe chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips with his. he tastes sweet, you narrow it down to the berries he snacks on in between meals.

“you knew, didn’t you?” his hot breath fans across your face and you grin, running your fingers through tresses of bright orange hair as you nod. he puffs his cheeks, scowling as he realises that once again, his own appendages had ruined his fun again.

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