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[sunsbaby]

𓂃 a girl is a gun—literally.

⋆ bang! here comes gun .ᐟ reader

when dean winchesters custom Colt M1911A1 is turned human by the hands of a witch.

to her surprise—and his—she emerged from smoke after being tossed away carelessly by the witch. the only thing adorning her body was cowboy boots, and a white top; lace panties covering your bottom half.

the witch was killed and she was taken back to the bunker, hand prints were engraved into her thighs—due to how much dean would use his gun back when she wasn't human. she would find herself tracing along them when zoned out: subconsciously.

that woman could hit any target perfectly, yet couldn't tie her own shoes for the life of her—not that she wanted to learn, she just wants to wear her boots! somehow she always has ammo on her, whether it be witch killing bullets or ones engraved with devils traps.

when she saw dean ordering a coke once, she had to try it and now it has to be accessible for her at all times or she will have a fit; then stay mad at the boys until one of them gets it for her (usually dean).

library .ᐟ

! more about cali

! country music girl

! lighter.ᐟreader meets cali

sunny yaps! THIS IS HEAVENLY INSPIRED BY @daylighted BABY!READER!! LIKE HELLO SO CREATIVEE!! THIS IS ACTUALLY SO BAD BUT SHE WAS BREWING IN MY HEAD AND I HAD TO SET HER FREE! ILL PROBABLY EDIT THIS TOMORROW BC IT IS LATEEEE

special tags! @dulcescorderitas @h8aaz

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[loveisunison]

Shout-out to self shippers with "scary" disorders, and I'm talking about the really stigmatized ones. Shout-out to self shippers with "bad" and "scary" symptoms. Shout-out to self shippers who are trying to be good and still do bad things because of their disorder.

Shout-out to schizospec self shippers, shout-out to system self shippers, shout-out to cluster b self shippers, shout-out to low empathy self shippers and shout-out to everyone else who not only has to deal with their mental health issues but also the fact that nobody else understands. And to those who are deemed crazy or evil.

Your f/o loves you, actually, and despite how many times you fall into tendencies that are "too much" for anyone else; they will always love you. No matter how many people call you evil, they will still love you and they will know there's a part of you that wants to be good.

And you know what? If there's no part of you that wants to be good and you're still doing your best to remain kind despite your nature, I see you, and your f/o does too. And they still love you, they always will.

[foreveric]

"𝓘 𝓓𝓞."

pairing — john wick x f!reader content — 70% FLUFF 20% ANGST 5% SMUT words — 2,284 dividers — @saradika-graphics tagging — @feinv and @iovesia (srsly their blogs r what kept us inspired to finish this while sick, lol)

This is it.

The day hundreds of lives were ended so that John would be able to settle down in his life with you, the most precious thing that he’s ever had in his life. You’re like his rock that he’s never had growing up, and he wouldn’t dare risk allowing his bloody career to get in the way of the life that he could have with you. And now, everything that he had planned and gone through that day for this very ceremony was coming into fruition.

Today made it feel like everything he did that night was worth it: all of the lives he took, and the blood he had to so violently spill. Watching you walk down the aisle in the dream wedding dress he’d always imagined on you, kissing you slowly at the altar after you’ve shared your vows to seal your commitment after years of dating each other. 

Hearing the marching music begin to fade in, John’s gaze flickered up to meet your own, even if it was covered slightly by the mesh of the white veil you were wearing. Lifting the veil up, John would flash you a smile full of warmth and affection; the most emotional smile the man was ever able to muster in his entire life — you could just see it behind his eyes.

“Do you, Mr. Jardani Jovonovich, take Ms. (Y/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife…” The Officiant asked, his attention focusing on John as he stood at the altar, holding onto your hands.

A few months earlier, John was in a much different place mentally. Instead of getting prepared for his wedding with you, he was preparing for his final assassination, the “impossible task”, as Viggo called it. Of course, John was more than willing to perform such a task, if it meant getting to settle down with the love of his life.

“You did well, Jonathan.” Viggo commented to John with his hands held behind his back.

“Thanks,” John replied with a small nod of his head, silently expecting Viggo to add onto his statement.

“I suppose you still want to be released from our organization?”

“Yeah.” He answered firmly, yet he still tried to keep himself level-headed after the adrenaline rush of the mission.

“Well, I wish you and your lover the best life.” Viggo replied to John before turning his back to him, holding his hands behind his own back while he stared out the large window that was just placed just behind the desk. “Be seeing you, Mr. Wick.” He added in a colder voice than before. It was a tone that didn’t go unnoticed by John, but he didn’t care then. At least, not about this “family” he’d been stuck in since his childhood. No, now all that he cared about was the future he was about to lead with you.

In the shower at home, you were luckily not home that day, giving John the perfect chance to wash the blood away from his body. None of it was his blood, though. No, he was washing off the lives he’d ended a mere few hours ago. But, he was used to this feeling — he was used to killing, to seeing the red on his hands and chest after an exhausting mission. 

And now, John tried to make himself focus on the plans he had made for today many months ago — to propose to (y/n), and make you his officially. That ring he got a few weeks ago? It was going to be used for this special day. His heart leaped when he opened up the box to check on the ring, the diamond shimmering brightly in the sunlight that seeped in through the nearby glass windows of the mansion he was now sharing with you. A smile painted itself across John’s lips as a reaction to the thoughts he began to have flooding through his mind of the day that would soon be in his future.

Then, just as he’s lost in thought, John’s head whipped up to the sound of the doorbell ringing, announcing your presence at the front door. Quickly hiding the box away from view, underneath the bed, John sprinted out of the bedroom to greet you at the door. There’s a smile still present on his face as you open the door, immediately welcomed by him wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his embrace and kiss the top of your head.

“Hey, hon.” John greeted you, his voice more cheerful than it normally is.

“Hey…how was your day?” You ask, your voice sounding groggy from working long hours throughout the day.

Catching on to your exhaustion, John gave you a light nod of his head before taking his right hand and gently placing it on the back of your neck, his thumb resting on the side of your jawline. 

"I've been thinking about you," he says with a tone of sincerity laced through his voice while his deep brown eyes were locked onto your own.

"Yeah?" You reply with a hint of playfulness that John quickly caught onto, making him smirk down at you.

"Mm-hmm." John murmurs affirmatively right before leaning in to lock his lips onto yours; they always surprise you with how soft they are every time you feel them. After breaking the kiss, he brought his lips up to brush them against your ear, sending shivers down your entire back. "You go take a shower while I cook you some food, alright?" He offers, yet there was a silent hint that he wasn't going to budge on this.

"Okay." You agree, nodding your head lightly in response to the offer John had just made you.

Lying wounded on the cold ground of the warehouse in which Viggo's enemies operated in, John gasped for breath as he locked eyes with the sky, which was pouring down the same tears he nearly shed at the idea of not standing at the altar with you, not putting that ring on your finger, not marrying YOU. He couldn't bear himself if this is how it all ended. When he noticed he was unable to get up, however, you seemed to have a spiritual hold on him — or, maybe even...a connection? John began to hear his phone ring, prompting him to glance down and take a look until he saw that it was your contact displaying as the number that was calling. At first, John was hesitant to answer. Not because he didn't want to answer your call, it would be far from that. No. Instead, it would be because...he was terrified of what you'd think of him if you were to find out about the truth of his past and what he used to do for his life. But, something clicked inside of John for him to press the green button on the keypad of the cell phone, lifting it up to his ear to hear your voice speaking to him once again.

"Hey, babe. I got dinner ready a few hours ago and you didn't come home, are you okay?" You ask as the line connected, the concern evident in the tone of your voice.

"Long story..." John answered in his own weakened and strained voice. You could immediately discern that something was horrifically wrong.

"Where are you?"

Not a beat was skipped between either of you before you swung your purse over and around your shoulder, jingling your car keys in between the crooks of your fingers. John gives you the address to the warehouse he was in. Of course, the sketch location raised questions in your head, but you knew you couldn't probe him for answers now; not when he's in such a risky position.

"I'll be right there." You say as you swing the front door open and begin to rush out to the driveway until you reach the car that was left.

In a matter of no time, John would soon begin to hear the engine of your car rumbling in the near distance until it was parked a mere few yards away from his limp body. "Oh, John!" You exclaim in concern right before rushing over to where John was leaning against the warehouse wall, the adrenaline immediately beginning to course through your entire being.

"I'm alright, honey." John replied in a soft-toned voice that was only meant to comfort you through the distress he knew he must be putting you through.

"I'm going to get you in the car," you declare in a tone that leaves no room for him to argue with you. But, in that moment, it really seemed as though John had no thoughts of even attempting as such. Taking his arm over your shoulder, (y/n) used your strength to walk John back over to your car to the passenger side. Once he was seated, you quickly pulled the seatbelt over John’s chest and buckled him in right before shutting his side’s door and darting around the car until you were able to get into the driver’s side.

Back at home, you gave John the stitches he needed for the deep gunshot wounds he had when you first got to him. There was a surge of emotions flooding throughout your entire mind, mostly being that of fear and concern for John’s well-being. You couldn’t lose him, not when you still have the chance to save him. Shoving away the questions you may have wanted to ask him, you focus on the task at hand of saving his life.

After you took John’s black tuxedo and white dress-shirt off by sliding them up his arms and chest, revealing two gunshot wounds to his right shoulder and chest, eliciting a gasp out of you.

“Jesus Christ, John.”

“I know, I know…” he attempted to speak up while keeping his voice low and soft-spoken, but you were too panicked to even hear him as you prioritized making every last move count.

“This is the worst I’ve ever seen you.” You continue to mumble to yourself as you attempt to concentrate on the bloody wounds that were penetrated straight through John’s skin.

“(Y/N)—”

“Where the Hell even were you?” You question, quickly followed up by an exasperated sigh with your eyebrows furrowing deeply in frustration. The thought of someone hurting John made your blood boil into pure rage.

“(Y/N), relax.” He finally spoke up, this time at a much louder volume than before to ensure that he got your attention. John would then notice you flinch back slightly, prompting him to reassuringly reach both of his hands up to lightly yet firmly place them on the top of either of your shoulders, his thumb slowly rubbing the exposed skin underneath your crewneck top. “I promise, I’m okay.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” You sigh before reaching your hands back down towards the one gunshot wound you were giving stitches to. John appeared to hardly even flinch the entire time, only raising more questions in your head. But you knew that now was not the time to probe for anything. After you have finished stitching up John’s wounds, you exhale out a deep sigh and rub your forehead with the back of your hand. He could see how exhausted you were after a long day, making him reach his hands out to hold onto your shoulders. Your eyes lock onto each other’s.

“Thank you,” John said. A soft smile curls up across the corners of his lips and he trails one of his hands up from your shoulder to the nape of your neck, prompting you to lean in closer to him. Locking your lips, you and John began to share a searing kiss. It was one of those that made your heartbeat start to speed up against the walls of your chest, one that you would never forget for as long as you shall live 

That’s the moment that John recalled when he snapped back into reality to see you standing in front of him, looking like the most gorgeous bride ever. His eyes sparkled with love and affection, his smile growing warmer right as the Officiant continued on with his speech. The music already faded out and it was all silent on the Western front – only the Officiant spoke, and the audience was also silent, even the babies. “— in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” The Officiant asked while his head was turned in John’s direction, who answered with a light nod of his head in confirmation.

“I do.” John responded to the Officiant, his eyes never once straying away from yours.

“And do you, Ms. (Y/N), take Mr. Jardani Jovonovich to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

The ring bearers then handed the proper ring to the bride and groom, which was then followed by you and John sliding either ring on each other’s ring finger. You both were smiling gleefully at each other while the trade was made between you. “In the power vested in me, I hereby declare you husband and wife.” The Officiant announced with joy radiating through his tone of voice as he took a small step back, allowing you and John to close the distance between the both of you. “You may now kiss the bride.” He said to John, who didn’t waste a second in making your marriage official.

That kiss, it’s like one that you could only ever dream of. It was one that would change either of your lives forever; not like how your first kiss did, no. This kiss was one that would change the course of your relationship for the rest of your lives, officially making the both of you legally married. He was your husband, and you were his wife. And now, you could live happily ever after.

[tsukkilody]

—(๑-﹏-๑)

Tsukishima would deny he's passionate about something due to his analytical and thoughtful nature, sometimes it's hard for him to understand such feelings. But in the right moment, the momentum where the joy overcomes him making his mind crystal clear, it's that instant that makes him certain about loving something, just like volleyball. He would deny he's passionate about it until he's screaming his lungs out right there at the court not caring about the eyes of the crowd observing his little show.

philophobia

(n.) fear of falling in love.

Tsukishima's love for volleyball is similar to his love for Clau. That moment where his eyes get lost in hers and he can't help but just obey to the impulse of kissing her lips covered in her usual deep almost bloody red lipstick not even contemplating the mess that it would make in his own skin, unintentionally marking him as her own. Only to later in the loneliness of his room overthink and lash out himself wishing he could be more at ease like she is, but is she really? How he would prefer to silence and escape his thoughts, fighting the feeling of how free he feels between her arms.

Maybe his feelings for Clau aren't like his love for volleyball but way more complicated than that.

[houseofccards]

navigation 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

᪥ liz ᪥ 18 y/o ᪥ she/her ᪥ #1 lover stan

links 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

᪥ my lovelies ᪥ 12 days of swiftmas 2024 ᪥ 7 days of valentines day 2025

tags 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

᪥ #liz's yapping ᪥ #liz's navigation ᪥ #liz's song recs and ratings ᪥ #liz's moots

[sturniqlo]

SHY!MATT AND SHY!READER AU

⛧°。 ⋆༺get to know shy!reader and shy!matt༻⋆。 °⛧

both sfw and nsfw

shy!reader and shy!matt are so fall coded

shy!reader and shy!matt who were each others first for everything and i mean everything

shy!reader and shy!matt who always blush after every kiss, whether it be a peck or a make out session

shy!matt who was so so shy (duhh) to go up to shy!reader when he first laid eyes on her, and once he did he was a mess, stumbling over his words, avoiding eye contact and red as a tomato. she found this cute and was also red as a tomato because she had never gotten that attention from a boy before

shy!reader who always gets into her head about not being good enough for him and shy!matt who always reassures her that's she's everything and more to him.

shy!reader and shy!matt who are lowkey 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓼

shy!matt who is always scared that he's going to rough for her during sex even though he's going the perfect pace, having her a moaning and whimpering mess under him.

shy!reader who always covers her face whenever he eats her out while making eye contact with her and shy!matt who slides his hands up her body to remove her hands from her face so he can see how her eyes roll back and how her jaw slacks

shy!reader and shy!matt who always love to go downtown to walk around while sharing headphones (they have the same music taste) and have a picnic in the park. they like to watch the ducks (especially the baby ones) swim around the pond. shy!matt loves to point at the the duck couple and say "look, pretty. that's us."

shy!reader and shy!matt who hate parties. since they're in college, they get invited by their friends to parties here and there. obviously they go together and they're always awkwardly standing in by the door people watching. his arm around her shoulders rubbing it with his thumb. usually after thirty minutes after 'socializing' they go back to his dorm to watch movies. later, he drives her home.

shy!matt who always waits for her outside of the lecture halls, usually he'll have a iced coffee for her and a vanilla scone or a chocolate croissant. when her class ends, she comes out a huge smile on her face knowing matt was a couple of steps outside of the hall and gives his a kiss on the cheek when she reaches him. his face cherry red at the small action of pda.

shy!reader and shy!matt who always hang out in his dorm because she still lives with her parents (she's less than 20 minutes away from campus, and his roommate is almost never there) and he's not ready to meet her parents, not because he doesn't want to, but because he's afraid that they might not like him (even though he's a copy of her) and because he's shy.

shy!reader and shy!matt who say 'i love you' very early in their relationship because they know they've met their match and are locked in for the rest of their lives.

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an: can't wait to write for this au!! also, i've never seen anyone write this au before but if someone has written it please don't send any negativity to me because as i said.. i've never read anything like this!! anyways, send me any ideas or questions you have about out shy couple :)) [divider creds to saradika-graphics]

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[rexscanonwife]

As you know, I've been lowkey aardman-pilled, just consuming every movie and short I can get my hands on lately! Well, I've been talking about a self insert oc idea with my partner and today I finally had the energy to sketch some stuff! (divider cred @/saradika-graphics)

After the events of A Matter of Loaf and Death, we don't really see Fluffles again unfortunately so I thought, what if she decided to go up for adoption again? Obviously she was very traumatized by Piella, and I think after some encouragement she'd be able to open herself up to being owned again eventually! I guess you could say she's a rescue, and through patience and love she eventually begins to heal!

I'm thinking the catch is that she's adopted by someone who lives far away, so Gromit has to let her go in order for her to heal. They still keep in touch through letters, though! And one day he gets a letter saying that Fluffles and her human are gonna be moving in on Wallaby street soon! She's a gentle artist, she moved to England from America to paint landscapes and such and she's a very kind and kinda goofy older lady. Definitely a great dog mom to Fluffles!

and idk maybe wallace starts crushin' who knows

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @changeling-selfship @crushes-georg

@cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @tropgothships @little-miss-selfships

@starlos-soulmate @limey-self-inserts @candyheartedchy @space-sweetheart @halsinkisser @clancykisser @squips-ship @berryshipbasket @soulnottainted @homevideorentals @shakessoulmate @emceescha

[sunsbaby]

❝ take a picture it'll last longer !❞

❝ i'm trying to !❞

. . . photographer .ᐟ reader ; aka birdie

⋆⭒˚.⋆

say cheese .ᐟ

photographer .ᐟ reader : spends all her time looking through the small lens of a polaroid or rather any camera she can find. her finger hovers over the button, eager to capture the moment—even if it's only a small moment between the boys and her. her room is strung up with strings which hold countless of memories in the form of small photos. ones of her life before hunting and ones of it now.

photographer .ᐟ reader : also known as 'birdie' to the boys. they say because she chirps just like one, blabbering on and on about how there were so many moments on the hunt she could've captured if that stupid monster hadn't broken her camera—she quite literally cried and pouted the whole way back to the motel after.

she was free; free as a bird. not tied down to a certain spot or person, just going wherever baby takes her.

photographer .ᐟ reader : who makes the boys snap photos of her while she's making her own adventure out of the hunt. "birdie, really?" dean would grumble, yet he still took the picture. sam laughed on the side-lines, grateful she didn't ask him. but, there he was right after dean, the camera held gingerly in his grasp—the camera he made look like one meant for a child—as he told her to pose. (he secretly loved it)

˚.⋆ birdie's collage :

. tree problems. .

. missing jacket. .

sunny yaps ! HOMEWORK? NAH, NEW !READER ALERT!! I AM SOOO BORED AND DECIDED TO SEE WHAT I COULD DO, SO I PRESENT... (drum roll) BIRDIE!!! YAY!! i LOVE taking pictures so YEA!

special tags ! @dulcescorderitas @h8aaz @bluemerakis @figthoughts

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ® 𓂃 do not repost or copy my works without permission!!

[loveisunison]

Your f/o would help you with your debilitating social anxiety, by the way <3

Too scared to cook because there are people around? They'll make food for you and bring it to your room! Too scared to make a phone call because others might hear? They'll make some white noise to help hide your voice! Too scared to go to the bathroom because you'll have to interact with others on your way there? They'll come with you and wait outside so they can accompany you back <3

If you're feeling ashamed or overwhelmed by how bad your social anxiety is, or because you can't do things that should be "easy" — your f/o knows, and they're so proud of you for trying so hard!

Your f/o will never think you're being dramatic, your f/o will never think you should "just do it" or "ignore your fear". Your f/o understands how hard it is for you and they will never judge you for it.

[foreveric]

joel miller x daughter!reader — grumpy dad headcanons.

you're crazy if you think that he will let you go out on patrol without ellie or tommy, or at least with someone who he trusted with you. of course, he's paranoid about losing his only chance at redeeming himself as a father; so he's not going to take any risks at losing it.

if a clicker even comes remotely close to you, he will snap and take it down in the blink of an eye. half of the time, you didn't even have a chance to recognize that there was a clicker nearby.

although it doesn't happen much with him around, there have been some times when you have gotten hurt. whenever you were hurt or injured, he would always take the time to care for you delicately, like you were the most precious flower.

he hates to see you cry, no matter what the reason may be. it brings him back to sarah's cries, and he'll do anything in his power to comfort you and calm you back down.

when you're old enough to start dating, you'll have to sneak around late at night while he is sleeping. you'll also have to sneak around ellie and tommy until you're clear from the jackson grounds. but, of course, he'd find out about it later on; and he wouldn't be too pleased about the fact that you hid that you were dating someone.

[starieq]

pretty, pretty please, Mr. Dynamight?

a/n; hello! I’m back! Here is a cute little fluff! I saw a TikTok with her and her boyfriend with matching hello kitty pjs, and I just thought of Katsuki, lol. divider creds! - @saradika-graphics thank youuu! -arianna You stared at the adorable Hello Kitty pajama set in their hands, excitement bubbling up despite knowing exactly how Katsuki would react. 

They had always loved cute things, and Katsuki... well, he had a soft spot, even if he vehemently denied it most of the time.

"Hey, look what I found!" You announced cheerfully, holding up the pink pajamas adorned with Hello Kitty's iconic bow.

Katsuki glanced over from where he was lounging on the couch, his expression initially neutral. "What's that?"

"Matching pajamas! I thought it would be fun for us to wear them," you replied, grinning widely.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "Hell no. You're not serious, are you?"

You pouted playfully. "Aw, come on, Katsuki! It'll be cute. We'll look adorable together."

Katsuki huffed, clearly torn between his tough-guy persona and the undeniable appeal of your enthusiasm. "I'm not wearing that girly shit."

You knew he was just being stubborn.

 "But look, they're really comfy," you insisted, holding up the soft fabric for emphasis. “Pretty, pretty please, Mr. Dynamight?” You pouted. 

Katsuki sighed, glancing at the pajamas again before meeting your gaze. "Fine, whatever. Just don't expect me to pose for any pictures."

Your face lit up with victory. 

"Deal! Thank you, Katsuki. You won't regret it, I promise."

Later that night, as they both slipped into their matching Hello Kitty pajamas, you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Katsuki reluctantly wearing his. Despite his grumbling, he secretly didn't mind the cozy pajamas as much as he let on.

"See? I told you we'd look cute," you teased, nudging Katsuki gently.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips. 

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't get used to it."

As they settled in for the night, you snapped a quick selfie of you two in your matching PJs, Katsuki scowling slightly but unable to hide the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Deep down, you knew he secretly enjoyed the idea of sharing this silly, cozy moment together.

Taggies! @peachsukii @slayfics @queenpiranhadon

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[sat-oru]

“Sy, what is this?”

“A promise ring, kitten. As evidence of my unwavering commitment to you.”

Was what Sylus had said before her face morphed into surprise but quickly into something of immense joy. He was gonna show her his ring he got for himself that matches the one he got her before he had felt her leap onto him, with her arms around his neck and pressed her lips on his. His heart burst with flutters and with love despite being so surprised at her sudden move. His cheeks and ears are flushed in hues of red. She didn’t say much but the kiss told him she is happy and grateful for his lovely gift.

He is more than happy and grateful when it comes to her.

commissioned art cred to @nykur0h thank you so much 🥹 // divider creds to @saradika-graphics

don’t repost or use the commissioned art I paid for! 😾⚠️

[frodosrings]

aragorn headcanons <3

1. he can’t swim

2.

thanks for reading :3

(divider creds to @ saradika-graphics )

[supernova41st]

howdy there buckeroo I'd like to request a drunk reader x Shadow (Im feeling romantical) and readers like an emotional drunk and poor Shadow has to take care of her ass LMAO OK TY

One too many ☕︎

Shadow x Drunk!Reader

Now playing • Nobody New���The Maria’s

A/n: I know little to nothing about being drunk so just bare with me on this one guys pls 🤝 Sorry this took so long to make, I was gonna make it a oneshot but idrk how to make Oneshots so I scrapped the whole thing and just made it into whatever this is.

Warnings: Reader gets Intoxicated, Emotional fluff, Light Mentions of Vomit/Urine(ALL SFW)

Divider creds ~ @saradika-graphics

It all began when Rouge decided to have a house party to celebrate her birthday. (as if she didn’t already host parties every other day) Since it was her party, of course she encourage everyone to bring a bottle of whatever alcohol they could find. Until this point, Shadow had never seen you drink before. He wasn’t sure if you could hold alcohol like a tank or if you were going to end up on a rooftop topless after one drink, so he kept his drinking at the party to a strong minimum in case you had one too many.

𖦹 ‘hm, so this is what hell feels like.’ Shadow thought. Well, can you blame him? Being in a room full of drunk 20 something year olds, along with loud raunchy music echoing throughout the house clearly wasn’t his thing. It was made pretty obvious by the fact that he was resting his back against a corner where no one noticed him. All he really did was stare off into space with his red solo cup filled with beer (that he didn’t drink). As his thoughts pondered on and on, he later realized..

𖦹 ‘I wonder where (Y/N) we-‘ before he can even finish thinking about where you’ve gone, he heard your voice. “SHADOW!” You screamed over the loud music, he slightly jolted in surprise. As soon as he laid his red eyes on you, he quickly noticed that you were intoxicated as all hell. Without responding to you calling his name, he rested the back of his hand onto your forehead, revealing that you definitely had a fever of some sort. “Shadow! Where were you?? I looked hic everywhere! Were you using your teleport thingy to mess with me?” You said, your words slurring over each other. Yeah, you were gone at this point.

𖦹 Shadow squinted his eyes in confusion, “Why would I—Wha—?..Forget it. I have to take you home, you’re drunk.” He softly grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd of drunks searching for the front door. You pulled away weakly due to how tired you were, “Hang on, I gotta pee”. You pointed to the line of people waiting to use the restroom, he rolled your eyes, then giving some ‘are you serious’ eyes. Oof, that was a look that was gonna stick with you tonight. “Alright, fine. But as soon as you’re done, we’re out.”

𖦹 After 14 exhausting minutes, you were finally able to go use the restroom. Shadow hoped that his eyes could bear staying open for the drive home after having lights being flashed in his face for minutes. Once you were done, you rested your head against his shoulder, making him jump a bit. He chucked, “Tired?” You hummed in agreement. ‘Good, shouldn’t be a challenge putting them to bed.’ He thought (wrong).

𖦹 The car ride home wasn’t long, at least it didn’t feel as long to you since you were asleep for the most part. It only made you feel more guilty that every time you looked over, Shadow looked tired, it made you wonder if dragging him was a mistake. He didn’t want to go, yet you had him come, now he was stuck taking you home. It wasn’t a good feeling.

𖦹 Your breath hitched at the car pulling over on the driveway, lights blinding you awake. Shadow opened the door, then reaching his hand out.“Can you stand up?” You nodded, then immediately falling once standing out the car, Shadow luckily catching you. He ended up carrying you to bed because your legs clearly gave up on you on the way home.

𖦹 Shadow gently placed you onto his bed, laying a thin blanket of his over your limp body. You rub the blanket a bit with your fingers, “Why do you have a blanket here? I thought you had like, so much energy chaos—shit in the world..” You questioned. “Well.. I’ve grown quite fond of napping really. It’s pleasant to not have anything to attend to for a couple hours.” His eyes wandered off as he responded, then later meeting yours, clearly not listening. “..N—Nevermind. Just stay here and I’ll go make you some tea.”

𖦹 Once he returned with your cup of tea, you were faced away from the door, seemingly asleep. He quietly sat on the edge of the bed, moving some hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.‘Finally, they’re asleep’ he thought, placing the cup of tea on his nightstand. Just as he was about to leave the room, you suddenly grabbed his hand, calling out to him..

𖦹 “Shadow?” He paused, looking back at you. “Yes? Do you need anything, my love?” He asked concerned, last thing he wanted to do is have you puke all over his bed. You looked over at him, your eyes now swelling along with a runny nose. His face only grew more worried, “What’s wrong? Does something hurt? Do you need me to help you to the restroom? We can call you an ambulance if you’d li-“

𖦹 “Am I.. being a burden?” You croaked. He sighed in relief, he was still saddened that you felt such a way because you needed his help, but you had him thinking you broke something on the way! Wiping your tears away with his hands, “What makes you say that?” He asked. “I wouldn’t be helping you if you were.. I apologize if I made you feel such ways.” Shadow rests his cheek against the pillow, facing you. “If it makes you feel better, I can sleep here tonight with you. Only if you’d like, my love” He cupped your cheek softly, having you paying attention to him. You smiled sheepishly, the pillow squishing your cheek against your face. “Yes, please”

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The way I'm still thinking about Wallace with da banjo 👉👈 it's feels fitting for my first colored self ship piece with him too!! It was a nice little cool-down after commission work today ^_^

(Divider cred. @/saradika-graphics) I didn't technically have a specific song in mind for Wallace to be serenading Brie with but this one was stuck in my head while I was drawing it!

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… “Choso leaned into you, swallowing hard as his eyes traced the shape of your back, his hands starting at your shoulders, gripping them, then sliding down as they slowly curved toward your tailbone, his fingers curling around your waist at each side, squeezing, then pressing in again as he slid them back up to your neck and shoulders.   

“Mmmmh… see? You’re already fantastic.” You said with another giggle “Please keep going?” His hands were sensational. Big, strong and heavy, pressing firmly as they rode the highs and lows of your curves. The longer they stayed connected to your body, the more you wanted him to touch you absolutely everywhere.  

“You like this?” 

“I love it.” you breathed, “What a sweet boy you are, Cho. It feels so nice.” 

Choso was shocked at the way his dick throbbed behind his pants at the sound of your voice. And especially at those words… the praise you gave him, triggered something inside of him.  He wanted to hear more …  a lot more. He pressed his hands in a little harder as they moved lower down your back, his eyes flicking over to your beautiful legs as he reached down to grip your thigh with both of his hands.  

“Mmh!” the sound escaped your lips quickly, uncontrollably, as his hands wrapped around your leg, the pads of his thumbs spreading outward on each side just under your glutes. You reflexively pressed your thigh into the other, nearly trapping his hand between them, your hips jerking outward, your core clenching, wanting so much more than what he was giving.  

Choso’s wide eyes gaped open as they rested on your pink cheeks, your lips parting as your tongue peeked out and your lip slid behind your teeth. It was amazing making you feel like this. Amazing that he was the one to do it.  

“Mmm’sorry!” you whined, turning your blushing face into the pillow. “Feels so good”. 

His heart thumped harder in his chest as he felt his blood rushing all over, his hands moving to press in even harder to pull more of that reaction from you, his fingers dangerously close to your middle as your skirt inched up higher.  

You squirmed around, hardly able to control yourself as your body became hotter from the feeling of his beautifully calloused, warm, strong grip. Choso glided his hands up and down your legs, the soft, supple texture sending a pulse through the muscle in between his legs.  

His eyes darkened as he pressed his hands against your thighs, your legs spreading wider, allowing him a visual he didn’t expect to receive, a wet spot spreading through the cotton fabric that covered your core.  

Choso’s hands instinctively inched up your legs toward it… his hunger growing fiercer inside him to make that spot even bigger, to make you moan even louder.  

Your body shuddered at the feeling of his fingertips sliding across the top of your thighs, so very close to your intimacy... You turned quickly, grabbing his hand, sitting upright, your face mere centimeters away from his as you huffed, your heart racing. Choso sat terribly still, gazing back into your eyes as you peered into his.  

You slowed your breathing as you held his large hand in yours, unable to take your eyes off his pretty face. Your body tingled all over, your trembling hands slowly lowered his, flattening it on your inner thigh.  You reached your hands up toward his face, gently resting your fingers on each side of his frames, as you slid them off of him.  

He was absolutely gorgeous...”

To DeServe You ~ M.List

*10K in... Almost done... I miss this Cho so much. It'll be posted very soon!💖*

Dividers by @saradika-graphics Art Cred: @koshinomoli