#it's like I was suddenly smacked in the face with sad and I can't take it

[arandomcat64]

[gagaewo]

BIG FLIRT | BIG JERK ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Synopsis: 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒙𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

cw: AFAB in mind, crack, fluff fluff fluff, suggestiveness, teasing, pet names (babe, baby, cutie), he can be a jerk when he wants to be, drug use (Mary Jane only once), masturbation (m), virginity loss, p in the v (wrap it before u tap it), squirting mention, oral sex (f), aftercare always a must!

wc: 1.9k

a\n: I'm supposed to finish choso x bimbo!reader, but instead I got side track and decided to write this to boost my brain up ^^. I'm very rusty so I apologize if it's not good, I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY :D!

inspiration: big flirt by lil hero

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

❀𝑺𝑭𝑾❀

Boyfriend!Satoru - is infatuated in everything about you; and when he means everything, he means everything! Heart-shaped eyes seeing you, however, state you're in. He's obsessed with the way you smell, look, feel, and taste. Makes sure you know you're the most beautiful thing his six-eyes laid on.

Boyfriend!Satoru - who enjoys seeing you become flustered when he gives you surprise kisses on your face. He'd grab you by your waist, shoulders, hands, neck (his favorite part to wrap his hands around), and give you a sweet 'smack'!The way you shy your face away afterward always boosts his ego just a little.

Boyfriend!Satoru - who's on top of you when you wake up most mornings. His body weight crushes you in, so you can't escape :P. Other times, he's behind you; muscular arms wrapped around your mid-section tightly, breath tickling your ear when he lets out soft snores. Snuggled in so nicely he never ever wants to leave, and gets whiny when you do try to leave his grasp.

Boyfriend!Satoru - Buys you an expensive gift anytime you accomplish a big goal! Got a raise at your current job? Congratulations he just bought you a fucking Lamborghini. Didn't like the model? Oh, it's okay he'll just buy you another Lambo, but the newest model (the one that's not even out yet), you quite literally can not deny such a gift either. It's not just cars he'll get you. No- it depends on the last thing you look at on shopping sites, and he'll immediately buy everything in your wishlist/cart. Why? Because you work so hard to accomplish your goals he just HAS to do something for you!

Boyfriend!Satoru - who accidentally got you high because Suguru brought him edible brownies. You also have a sweet tooth like Satoru - so you decided to try some! Which left you laying on the couch and staring at the ceiling for two hours. Satoru silently freaking out; giving you your third cup of water now. How many grams were in the brownies, you ask? 1000 MG. Safe to say you slept for a good 14 hours after that incident.

Boyfriend!Satoru - Play fights with you when you're in a low mood, hoping it will work to take your mind off the small stuff. With his great strength he can easily pick you up and gently slam you down into the ground, couch, or the bed; one thing he always does is place his large hand on the back of your head just incase he miscalculated, so you won't seriously get hurt ^^.

However, when you do get mad at him, he has a difficult time trying to understand your feelings. Sometimes, trying to be 'funny' when you're talking to him about something serious doesn't always work. So, Boyfriend!Satoru - who would do anything for you - buys you bouquets and bouquets of your favorite flowers (mixed with blue flowers that match his eyes), with the most adorable sad look in his eyes as he confronts you with a soft tone that he's sorry. Of course, you forgive him.

Boyfriend!Satoru - who really knows how to piss you off on purpose, even though he meant no harm; he just can't help but want to see the way you glare at him again. You know how he's a striking 6'3 "man? Of course, you're going to be shorter than him, and he takes advantage of it! Wondering where the cookie jar suddenly went? Oh, it's on top of the fridge. Pushed all the way in the corner back. Now you're going to need a stepping stool, or you're climbing onto the counters.

"Satoru! Stop messing with the cookies!"

"You know, it's getting pretty boring hearing you blame me for misplacing things~"

"You fucker you pushed it too far!"

"Did not!"

Sat on the couch comfortably, his eyes watched the way you stood on your tippy toes, your arm's reaching at the top of the white fridge- palm out trying to reach the cookies. He bit back a chuckle watching you struggle, but he admired the view anyway. The shirt you wore just slightly - your panties now in his view. Standing up swiftly, Satoru amble his way over with a growing smirk on his lips.

Letting out a huff, you cursed silently. You turn around to go find the stepping stool - only to be blocked by Satoru. His sweet cologne filled your senses. His hand - rather bigger hands than yours - gently placed onto your shoulder softly massages your muscle.

"Here baby, let me get it for you."

Brows furrowed, a smack echoed in the kitchen when you slap his hand away. "Why do this on purpose?"

Not bothered by the stinging sensation, His glossy lips pulled into a smirk. "Do you know why my sweetie?" He spoke in a sickly sweet tone.

His other hand, palmes your blood filled cheeks, caressing softly with the pad of his thumb. Face scrunched up, your cheeks hot, feeling more irritated. "Because you like pissing me off."

Hearing your grumbled response, he adjusted both of his hands, placing his palms on your cheeks, and then lightly mushed them. Letting out a deep sigh, his eyes dart everywhere on your face; observing the way your eyebrows still furrowed and your eyes glaring at his.

Grinning now, he leaned down, pressing a sloppy butterfly kiss on the bridge of your nose; earning a soft annoyed grunt from you.

"Forgive me for my little stunt, and I'll give you your cookies back."

You scoff, now avoiding eye contact with the blue eyed-sorcerer. You bring his hand closer to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to it. "I suddenly don't want my cookies anymore-"

Removing his hands from your grasp, he kneels down, wrapping his arms around your thighs before lifting you up. A shirek escaped your throat as your view of the kitchen looked higher. You were now leveled with the cookies. You didn't understand why he couldn't just grab it himself for you. But, alas, he loves showing off his strength to you.

"Get the cookies baby, I know you want them~"

♡︎𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾♡︎

Boyfriend!Satoru -, who loves to grope you anytime he can. His large hands on your body, anytime of the day - just grabbing at your sides, breast, ass, and thighs. (Pouts anytime you'd pull away cause the mf pulls that shit in public, too :P)

"Dont reject my love! I just want to hold you, baby~"

"Satoru, please, we're in the middle of the store, and people are looking!"

"They can stare i dont care- OOH, can we get some mochi ice cream?"

Boyfriend!Satoru - who was your first, who took your virginity sweetly. Who made sure you were comfortable in his king-size bed, his hand in yours interlinked softy; slowly rolling his hips into yours. Kissing any tears away, he'd stay still for a moment waiting for your 'okay'. Your pleasure will always come first before his.

Boyfriend!Satoru - who gets sexually frustrated when he isn't inside you for a day. Ever since you guys took it to the next level, he's been HOOKED and swears he'll never get enough of you. You underneath him or on your knees plays in his mind 50% of the time, the other 50% is your eyes and smile.

Boyfriend!Satoru - fists his cock thinking about you, letting out sweet groans into the echoed bedroom just thinking about you. He never felt so starved from your touch before till now, when you're busy or at your own place - he figures his dirty thoughts to himself. But that doesn't stop him from sending you pictures, videos, or whimper audios if you so ask nicely.

Boyfriend!Satoru - whose favorite position with you is probone. Addicted to the way you feel beneath him, he seriously couldn't get enough. The way your pussy clutched against his pretty dick so tightly when he hit that sweet spot always made his eyes roll into his head.

"Mmhmfm~...f-uck Satoru~"

"Shhhh just take it baby, yeah don't even worry I got you-"

Your hands clutching his white bed sheets, knuckles turning white as you moaned out. Your mouth in a 'O', panting just slightly; his cock so deep in you you felt it all. You felt the way he glided in and out of you at a settle but fast pace. A sudden whimper left your mouth when he'd suddenly quicken his pace up. Letting go of the bed sheet with one hand, it went flying to your mouth, letting it muffle your pornographic whines. Face burning up, you felt so hot.

Oh but Satoru didn't like that. He loved hearing every sound coming from your mouth, he lived on it as it was his oxygen. Leaning onto one arm, his now free hand swiftly- snatching your hand from your mouth. He then pinned that arm against your back, grip tight as he tuts, "Nuh-uh, none of that baby I wanna hear you."

Boyfriend!Satoru - makes you squirt at least 2 times before penitrating. It was a rule he settled (in his head, at least), so it would help you take him in better. And it did work, arguably working a little too good, because after that, he gets to savor in your fucked-out face. You wouldn't shy away as much anymore and let everything out.

Boyfriend!Satoru - who has denied your orgasm 4 times in a hour, to be fair he thought you deserved it. You were pressing your breast all in Suguru's face, after all. This was the outcome every time you pulled petty shit.

"Please please please Toru, lemme cum please im sorry~!"

"You're so sorry? Hah, what if I get Suguru in here and watch you cum on my tongue like a bitch in heat huh? You like him don't you?"

Practically sobbing, you shake your head, trying not to fumble on your words. Mascara running down your face with your salty tears, "N-No no I like you~ nngh please lemme cum!"

Slurping up his own saliva on your pussy, he gives it a slight slap before pressing two fingers inside your walls immediately. "You wait till im done playing with you. Got it?"

Boyfriend!Satoru - after a good fuck session he always treats you well. Pampering you with kisses and praises, making sure you were alright and he didn't go too far.

A kiss there and another kiss there, he litters your face with his soft kisses. You laid there, sweaty, hot and sore. Your muscles ached, making you hiss when you tried to sit up. Satoru who immediately took notice of your discomfort, gently pressed you down back on the bed.

"I'm sorry cutie I should've went easy on you."

You shook your head, a small smile appeared on your features. "I'm okay toru." You inhaled a deep breath, letting it out shortly after. Your mind was at peace but feeling a little worn out, you really could use a nap.

Pressing another kiss to your cheek, he got up from the bed with a small grunt. Aiming towards the bathroom to grab a wash cloth, not wanting you to nap in your mixed cum.

Coming back a couple seconds later with a pep in his step, he climbed back on the bed. The warm wash cloth startling you a little, than slowly you relaxed in his touch.

"Just relax baby, let Satoru clean you up, then you can rest, yeah?" He let out a breathy chuckle, taking in your post-orgasm glow.

Subtly nodding you let out a hum in acknowledgment, feeling yourself slipping into unconsciousness you then spoke in a soft tone, "Love you."

The warm wash cloth smoothly glided over your skin, wiping the cum off your pussy with caution. A soft giggle erupt in the room that came from you. Smiling softly at your laughter he sighed heavily, tiredness and in admiration of you. "I love you too."

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Firsts III

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You lose your first tooth

The day you lose your first tooth, is the day that Momma kicks you in the face with a ball.

It's still morning. You'd spent the first half of your day at school doing Maths and German before Morsa came to pick you up. She takes you home to have lunch because she and Momma have afternoon training today.

She's actually cooking for lunch today. When you spend the whole day at school, she gives you a packed lunch with all of your favourite snack foods and some things to swap with the kids at your school. At the weekends, you don't really eat a lot until dinner so having a cooked lunch is special.

You can see here through the kitchen window as Momma chips the ball over your head.

You huff. "Momma! Stop it! I can't get it if you do that!"

"You can't save every shot, princesse," Momma reminds you like she always does when she does something like this.

You roll your eyes. "I'm only little, Momma," You say," We're only practicing." You roll the ball back to her.

Momma smiles. "Sorry, princesse. I'll make sure you can get this one."

Usually, you would be able to get it. Pernille knows the moment her foot strikes it that she's hit it too hard, hit it hard like she's at practice and is actually shooting against a professional keeper.

It's fast too and smacks you in the face before you can raise your hands to catch it. The force of it tips you back and you land on the ground with a thud.

Immediately, you burst into tears.

Pernille tries to scoop you up but you squirm away from her even as she tries to dab the blood from your mouth.

You spit

A glob of blood appears in your hand along with a tooth.

You look at it in shock. You look at Momma.

"Morsa!" You yell, running inside.

Morsa's standing over the stove, stirring a pot of boiling water and pasta. "Hmm? What is it? Have you two broken the goalposts again?"

Your goal at home wasn't a proper goal. It was made of plastic tube things that had to be slotted together. Sometimes, when you dived for the ball, you hit the posts and they got loose.

You shake your head.

"Look!"

Morsa turns to look at you before her eyebrows shoot up in shock.

There's dirt on your face and your lips are red with a little bit of blood.

"What happened to you?!"

"Momma kicked the ball at me," You whine, stamping your feet," My tooth's gone!" You hold up the glob of blood to show your tooth but Morsa seems too preoccupied with looking at your gums.

One of your canines is missing and there's a bit more blood than there should be if the tooth had just fallen out naturally.

"That looks like it hurt," Morsa says.

You nod miserably.

"Let's get something cold on that."

When it's time to leave for training you're still a little tearful and you're mourning the loss of your tooth as you stick your tongue into the sensitive bit of gum it left.

Pernille feels horrible and you absolutely refuse to let her even touch you. You stick close to Magda, who shows you and your little mouth gap off to the rest of the Bayern girls.

"You don't look happy," Georgia says as she sits next to Pernille and laces up her boots," Aren't parents meant to be super happy after their kid's teeth fall out or something?"

"It didn't fall out by itself," Pernille admits," I kicked a football at her face."

"Seriously?"

"Yep."

"And it knocked it straight out?"

"She bled a lot," Pernille said," And it's a little achy. She's sad."

"Well, once the tooth fairy comes, she'll be happy again."

"What's the tooth fair?"

Georgia jumps when you suddenly appear in front of them. She can see the gap in your teeth as you talk and, as Pernille said, you do seem a little sad.

You're standing in front of them but give no indication that you even know Pernille's there.

"Well..." Georgia says," It's a little fairy that collects teeth?"

"But why?"

"Er...Because she likes them?"

Your brow furrows and you cover your mouth with your hand. "Is she going to take all of my teeth?"

"No, princesse," Pernille says. Your eyes flick to her for a moment before settling on the floor," You put the tooth you lost under your pillow and she'll take it while you're sleeping."

"She'll leave money too!" Georgia says helpfully and that makes you lift your gaze, to check with Pernille that what Georgia's saying is true.

She nods. She doesn't exactly want to agree with this but at this point, anything to get you to forget that she's the reason that you've lost your tooth in the first place.

"And I put my tooth under my pillow and she comes to get it?"

"Yes."

"And she gives me money?"

"Yes."

You think for a moment, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet before you reach out for Pernille's hand. You yawn.

"I'm tired, Momma," You say," Can we go home now?"

Momma laughs. "Nice try, Princesse but we've still got a few more hours of training left."

You whine and groan the entire training session and it's a struggle to stop you from putting yourself to bed as soon as you get home.

You still end up going to bed earlier than usual but Pernille waits hours until she knows you're actually asleep to slip in.

"Don't give her too much," Magda says as she sits up in bed and reads through her book.

"I won't," Pernille lies.

You look adorably sweet and soft when she slips into your bedroom. Your mouth is slightly open and your face is squished against girl-moose as you cradle girl-swan close to your chest.

Pernille swaps your tooth with some money.

"All done?" Magda asks.

Pernille nods.

Magda was in for a rude awakening when you came running in the next day at dawn.

"Momma! Morsa! The tooth fairy left me ten euros!"

[sosa2imagines]

Sweet treats and a lesson.

Warnings- Fluff and lots of fluff.

Jack felt like the universe was against him. He found himself in the pillow section of a home goods store watching none other than you hold up pillows, examine them, compare them, and eventually place them back on the shelves. He couldn't help but groan internally at the sight. The last thing he wanted to do on a Saturday morning was go pillow shopping.

But, like any good boyfriend does, he remained by your side, occasionally casting impatient glances toward the exit.

He could be doing so many better things right now, but nope, here he was, watching you agonize over which damn pillow you wanted to sleep on.

So how did he got in this situation?

Well earlier that day, Jack groaned in frustration as he couldn't find the remote for the tenth time. You did tried to tell him, its in his back pocket. He did have a habit of keeping things in his pockets. He turned to you, his face red with anger. “Seriously? How can you be so careless and immature? We can't even watch the movie because you lost the remote again! This is absurd!”

You shook your head, your eyes already welling up with tears. Without saying a word, you quickly grabbed the remote control from Jack's pocket and smacked him on the chest with it. With a mix of sadness and frustration, you stormed off to the bedroom, not wanting to be near Jack right now.

Jack watched you leave, his anger slowly turning into guilt. He knew he had been way too harsh, and his words had clearly hurt you. As he heard the bedroom door close, he let out a soft sigh.

It was at that moment he realized he screwed up. He had done a number of stupid things in his life, but this had to be one of the worst. He had made you cry, all because he couldn't find his damn remote. He couldn't even blame it on the alcohol, because he was completely sober. He just had to let his anger get the better of him, and now he had you, tear-stained cheeks and all.

Jack reluctantly followed behind you as you searched the store for more pillows. He had offered to take you out shopping as an apology for his behavior earlier, but he hadn't expected that you'd want to go shopping for pillows.

He didn't quite understand the appeal of spending money on pillows, especially when there were plenty at home. However, he wanted to make things right, so he swallowed his protest and tried to keep his boredom to himself.

Jack found himself increasingly bored as you continued browsing through different pillows. His mind wandered to find a way to entertain himself. As he walked down the aisle, he noticed a young kid holding a lollipop.

A mischievous glint appeared in Jack's eyes as he realized how much he wanted a lollipop right now. Without hesitation, he stealthily reached out, skillfully swiping the lollipop right from the child's grasp. Jack quickly unwrapped it and popped the lollipop into his mouth, savoring the sweet treat.

“You just couldn't help yourself, could you?” you said, raising an eyebrow. Jack nearly jumped out of his skin as you suddenly spoke up, startling him from behind. He turned to find you standing there, an amused smile on your face.

Jack sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit guilty but still caught up in the rush of his petty theft. “Uh...I guess not...” he admitted, trying to play it off casually.

You couldn't help but shake your head with an amused smile. Instead of getting angry, you found it oddly endearing. After quickly grabbing a pack of new lollipops from nearby, you walked over to the kid who had briefly lost their lollipop, gently handing them another one with a soft smile.

You returned your attention to Jack, who was nonchalantly enjoying his ill-gotten treat. “Next time, steal something your own size!” you teased with a playful smirk.

Jack followed you as you left the pillow store, his surprise evident in his eyes. He had assumed you were genuinely interested in picking out pillows, but as he realized that you had been purposefully wasting time, he couldn't help but admire your cunning play. You hadn't shown any annoyance, but he understood your subtle lesson perfectly.

With a chuckle, he leaned against the wall of the store and playfully asked, “Did you really drag me shopping for pillows just to teach me a lesson?”

You turned to him, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe a little,” you admitted with a sly smile, enjoying the realization dawning on his face. “But hey, it did the job, didn't it? Next time, remember to be more considerate, and I won't have to use such tactics.” you teased, enjoying the playful banter between you.

A mischievous smirk spread across Jack's face as he playfully smacked your butt, causing you to yelp in surprise. “But I'm still taking you shopping, baby girl.” he replied with a chuckle, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth banter between you.

His playful spirit was what made you fall in love with him in the first place, and you couldn't help but shake your head with a smile, appreciating his light-hearted demeanor.

Jack confidently grabbed your hand, his fingers lacing with yours as you both navigated through the crowded market. The vibrant colors and lively atmosphere surrounded you, yet all you could focus on was the warmth of his palm against yours. He guided you through the winding alleys, occasionally pointing out interesting stores or stalls, his voice barely audible above the commotion.

“Baby girl, what's on your wish list this year?” Jack asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You smiled, your cheeks flushing. “Just to be with you.”

Jack's face softened, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You're the best gift I could ever ask for.”

As you wandered through the vendors, Jack insisted on trying every sample, from hot cocoa to sugary treats. His childlike wonder was infectious, making you laugh and join in on the fun.

At a quaint jewellery stall, Jack's eyes landed on a delicate silver necklace adorned with a tiny snowflake. “This one's yours!” he said, his voice filled with conviction.

You gasped as he fastened the necklace around your neck. “Jack, it's beautiful!”

“Not more than you, my baby girl...” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, making you shiver.

Then you both went to a bookstore, while browsing through, Jack snatched a romance novel, pretending to read aloud in a dramatic voice. You blushed, giggling at his silly impressions.

As you both strolled past a lingerie store, its window display showcasing delicate silks and laces. Jack's eyes twinkled mischievously as he slowed down.

“Baby girl, looks like we found the perfect place for shopping...” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Jack O'Malley, behave!”

He chuckled, pulling you close. “Can't help it. You make me think naughty thoughts.”

“You are a level four naughty!” You exclaimed trying hard not to smile but failing.

“A level four naughty huh? My thoughts are going wild.” Jack grins, wiggling his eyebrow.

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. “Save those thoughts for later.”

Jack grinned, releasing you from his grasp. “Deal.”

Next, Jack dragged you to a nearby ice skating rink, holding your hands as you glided across the frozen pond. The twinkling lights and joyful laughter created a whimsical atmosphere.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow, Jack pulled you close. “You know what I love most about sunset?”

“What's that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“The way the whole world feels like a fairy tale…” Jack said, his eyes locked onto yours. “And being with you makes every day feel like a dream come true.”

You smiled, feeling your heart swell. “You're the magic that makes my life special, Jack.”

As the stars began to twinkle above, Jack led you to a cozy café, where hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies awaited.

Jack sat across from you in the cozy café, sipping his coffee and enjoying the treats you both had ordered. He held your hand across the table, his eyes reflecting a mixture of regret and sincerity. After a moment of silence, he spoke up, his voice soft and sincere.

“I need to say it again,” he began, his thumb gently caressing your hand. “I'm truly sorry for how I treated you earlier. My words were thoughtless, and I understand if you're still upset with me.”

He took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. “I know I have a lot of flaws, and I can't promise I'll be perfect, But I want you to know that I'm trying. I care about you, I love you so much baby girl and I hate knowing I've hurt you. I hope you can forgive me for being such a jerk.”

You looked at him for a silent moment, watching the sincerity in his eyes. His confession and remorse stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within you, but deep down, you knew he was genuinely sorry. Finally, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, a soft smile gracing your lips.

“I forgive you,” you said, your voice soft yet firm. “Just promise me you'll try to control that temper and think before you speak next time.”

A wave of relief washed over him as he heard those words, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. He nodded, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “I promise,” he replied. “I'll do my best to keep my temper in check and think about what I say before I say it. I don't want to lose what we have because of my foolishness.”

He leaned a little closer, his eyes searching yours. “You mean a lot to me,” he confessed, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “I don't want to mess this up. I never want to hurt you again.”

You looked into his eyes, a mixture of affection and trust swirling within you. A soft smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you pulled him closer, your hands finding their way to the nape of his neck.

“I trust you,” you whispered, a hint of vulnerability in your voice. “And I want you to know that.” Without another word, you lifted your chin and pulled him in for a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

Jack's eyes widened momentarily, but then they fluttered shut as your lips met his. His arms encircled your waist as he responded to the kiss, his body pressing gently against yours. The world around you seemed to melt away, leaving only the sensation of your lips together, conveying a mixture of forgiveness, love, and a newfound understanding.

In that moment, you knew that every day with Jack O'Malley would be filled with laughter, adventure, and love.

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[bonny-kookoo]

aftermath of the yoongi situation??

"He really didn't mean it.." Jungkook tries to reason with you- but you've switched from being sad to just petty now, refusing to leave Jungkook's side, and also refusing to talk to the eldest in the house now. Jungkook can't seem to do anything to convince you that hisnowner isn't actually all that mean- he just got frustrated.

So when Yoongi enters the room, you just glare at the man for a second before you whip your head around and away, tail smacking angrily against the bed every now and then.

"Still mad?" Yoongi asks, and Jungkook nods for you, a little helpless as he pats your back. "You know, I didn't mean that you were stupid, you know?" Yoongi clarifies, carefully reaching out to mirror Jungkook's hand running up and down your back- though Yoongi just does it with a finger, almost teasing the back of your shoulder, making you growl a bit while also glaring at him. "I said that it was stupid. The situation." He clarifies.

You just huff, looking away again.

The oldest sighs, squatting down in front of the bed now. "Won't even look at me now, hm?" He chuckles, and at that you turn your head again to do just that. "Come on, what's it gonna take for you to not hate me?" He asks, and suddenly, he can spot something changing at the mention of hate.

Your whole body seems to change its posture, ears drooping down and tail curling closer to yourself, eyes unsure. It really speaks volumes, and confirms what Jimin's been trying to tell Yoongi from the very start- you don't hate. The only thing you hate is that people think you hate.

But you're not capable of such a strongly negative emotion. And maybe that's why you've ended up hurt all the time in the past.

"Could I bribe the princess with some icecream?" He wonders, and you look at him more intently now, tip of your tail jumping up a little while your ears turn towards him with interest, making Jungkook laugh.

"Looks like it." The dog hybrid chuckles, making Yoongi laugh.

"It does, doesn't it?" He teases almost, before he reaches out to run a hand over your head- the gesture awfully gentle, though his heart aches a bit at your first reaction towards his hand reaching close to your face-

You flinched. And he can only imagine why.

"But it's dinner time soon.." you mumble, making Yoongi shrug.

"I think I can make an exception." He says, sending a small smile your way.

Laughing to himself when you hide away in Jungkooks chest again, this time however not because you're angry-

But because you're shy.

[onmyyan]

Can I get Delmont HC’s for when one of their ex flings or situationships try to get at the Delmont’s again and reader just gets sad instead of jealous ☹️

Oh this was so good my hands started typing before I could stop em!

A/N: Yandere, murder mentioned in Marcos, Manny kills someone,

Starting with OG lover boy, Cas takes your relationship very, very seriously.

Let's set the scene, the two of you are cuddled up at a work party of yours and a coworker you didn't really talk to much comes sauntering over with a smile far too friendly for your liking, it made a nasty feeling settle deep within your gut, something about her gaze lingering on the tall man by your side made you feel uncomfortable.

"Caspian? I haven't seen you in ages! How are you these days?" She'd ask completely ignoring your presence. Your eye flickered from the long legged woman to your now tense boyfriend. Caspian was almost always relaxed and happy with you, so you immediately clocked his off behavior.

"Hey Ana, been good." Was his simple, curt response, his hand moved from it's warm spot on your waist to his pant pocket, (He felt his temper instantly rise and couldn't risk hurting you so he moved his clenched fist to his pocket.) and you felt silly about it afterwards but in that moment, that small action felt like a rejection. The ugly feelings brewing in your stomach made the drink on your tongue turn bitter.

"You look amazing Cas, I see you kept up with our gym routine after all huh?" She giggled as if it was an inside joke between them, her body faced him, now closer than before, and you felt like a stranger intruding on something personal, all too quickly, you felt your throat tighten.

"It's so crazy running into you here, I was just thinking about how much fun we had together, we should go out for a drink later, maybe catch up?"

Caspian stared long and hard at the woman but your emotions were quickly spiraling out of control, you could feel your gut twist at the thought of him entertaining her, and before you could hear his response, you muttered out a barley audible "Excuse me." To the pair, quickly making your retreat to the nearest bathroom, thanking the universe that it was empty because no sooner than you closed the door did your bottom lip start to tremble.

Had you stayed you would have seen the downright murderous look on your boyfriend's face.

In his head he's trying to figure out the best way to turn her down without embarrassing you at your job, it's the only reason he doesn't notice your sudden mood shift.

He was trying to process the woman's audacity, a curt decline on the tip of his tongue, when you suddenly disappeared from his side. In an instant panic, he not so subtly shoves his way past the woman to where he thinks you went.

He uses the tracker on your phone to track you down to the bathroom and fully intended on waiting by the door until you came out, but then he heard the sound he hated most in the world, you sniffling.

Bursts in the door like there's a fire, not caring about anything but getting to you, checking you over. He ignores your gasp and hushed whispers to get out before he got in trouble, and cradles your wet face between his big hands.

"What's wrong Honey? How can I help?" He's staring at you with those big red eyes, brows furrowed in concern, and you can't help the tearful giggle you let out at his behavior.

"It's stupid-"

"If it made my baby cry it's far from stupid." He corrects immediately, thumbs wiping at any stray tears left.

"That woman- the way she spoke to you. I just, I hated how that made me feel and I don't know- I'm sorry, we can just go back to the party okay?" You turn from him to face the mirror and in an attempt to brush past what you considered an embarrassing moment, begin wiping at the smeared mascara on your eyes.

He smacks his teeth at his own idiocy, he hadn't even considered how that stupid wench made you feel in the moment, god what must be running through your mind, he couldn't imagine an ex of yours trying to ask you out in front of him, the guilt swells immediately, he wanted to run back out there and throw that harlot down the stairs for making your pretty face fall the way it had.

Instead he made his way to the bathroom door and clicked the lock in place, you turned to face him but your questions died on your tongue as he made his way towards you with that particular dark look in his eye.

"Forgive me, my love. I didn't mean to make you upset, I just didn't wanna make a scene at your job." He says casually falling to his knees before you, his hands trailing up your calves, to your thighs, finally settling on the thin fabric of your underwear, he stared up from between your legs with the softest look on his face.

"Let me make it up to you Honey."

Gabe has a much more explosive reaction

You two are at the gym, Gabe was sweating and sitting there all gorgeous and shit, he's making sure you watch as he lifts, his veins bulging in his arms as he winks at you. "Be my spotter baby I need my motivation." He grits out with that wolfish smile stretched across his flushed face.

You weren't nearly as athletic as the man and sometimes it felt as if you didn't belong in the gym, but he was quick to snuff out these thoughts, swearing up and down he preformed better on his sets when you were watching, that he needed you by his side even if you weren't working out as well.

He not only wants you around because he can't get enough of you, but he also really wants you to see him be hot, unfortunately that meant everyone at the gym got to see it too.

"I'll be right back baby, gonna go grab you a water." You smile at his immediate pout, the grabby hands he makes as he demands a goodbye kiss, even though you'd only be gone a few moments, but that's all the time the blonde woman stalking up to him needs.

The stranger to you was an old fling of Gabe's, he barely recognized her when she invited herself to his personal space like she was allowed, the only reason he didn't immediately brush her off was because she said his name, he was confused as she neared him, her smile too wide to be genuine.

the blue haired giant was the best sex of her life and despite the fact that she saw his blatant affection for you, she made her move anyway.

You came back to quite the sight, Gabe sat stiffly on the machine he was at, his elbows on his knees as he stared up at the blonde beside him, his face set in that sinfully attractive hardened stare,

The woman currently leaning too close for comfort on his machine looked like someone out of a fitness magazine, she was fit, completely toned and gorgeous, you couldn't help the twinge of discomfort at how close they were, how they looked like the perfect couple.

You neared them awkwardly as her back was to you and heard her say, "It's been too long Gabriel, I miss you, god your body is still insane, what are your benching now 250? 300. You could definitely still toss me around the bed." Her tone was dripping in flirtation, she dragged a finger up the pole of the machine he sat on, leaning down to press her chest together.

Before you could think about turning away from the upsetting sight, Gabe abruptly stood up, his glare dead set on the woman, his eyes flickered to you, immediately clocking the way your shoulders shrunk in, how you seemed to deflate at the situation, he could practically read your mind, knowing how easily your brain went to the worst places, he felt his temper skyrocket at the mere idea of you being upset by this nobody.

"Baby! I think we should end this early yeah? I got a better idea for a workout that involves you, me, and my backseat." He says almost whining as he throws his sweaty body all over you, his arms holding you tight against his body as he kissed the top of your head, rocking into the hug.

"This place just let's anybody in, we should switch to a new gym." His glare turned to the woman, if looks could kill she'd be on the ground. "C'mon ma, let's go before I get belligerent."

Ricky fully ignores the interaction lmao it's so rude

You'd come to the Auto shop with a homemade lunch for your sweet Ricky as he forgot to pack his own and called you to bring him one (he definitely did this on purpose just to see you at work)

You enter the shop and start to head straight to the back before being stopped by a manicured hand snapping in your face rather rudely.

"Hi ma'am, you can't just walk in here, you have to make an appointment." The woman behind the receptionist desk was new, you'd never seen her in here before, she was practically sneering at you, her plastic, customer service smile held no warmth as she tapped her nail against the sign in sheet impatiently.

You laughed instinctually at the tense situation, trying to dispell the awkwardness, you didn't understand her hostility, "Oh my boyfriend works here, he's expecting me." You say offering her a friendly smile, trying to smooth over any unpleasantness.

"Well I'm going to need some identification." She says matter of factly, her body now blocking your path. "uh no?" You said not wanting the stranger to see your information, you'd come to the shop hundreds of times now, everyone knew who you were, everyone but this woman it seems.

She scoffed at your refusal her voice raising in anger as she glared at you, "If you don't cooperate I'll have to call security." She threatened not knowing how deep she was digging her grave.

"My love? What's going on." Ricky's deep, baritone voice suddenly called out from around the corner, he thought it was odd you hadn't appeared yet as his tracker app said you'd arrived at his work minutes ago, it wasn't like you to delay so he listened to his gut and went outside seeing you being harassed by the new receptionist.

His blood pressure rises instantly and he has to fight to keep his hands from yanking her away from you.

He'd only signed off on her hiring because he knew she was infatuated with him, they hooked up once a few years ago and she would do anything to have it happen again, of course Ricky had no intention of fulfilling her desires, he just needed someone he knew would keep their mouth shut if they happened to see/notice something funky with the shop.

But her value immediately diminishes the second she gets in your way, his glare could melt glass as he tells her a simple, but aggressive, "Move." He holds his arms out to you and when you curl into his touch he makes a point to kiss your temple, his focus completely on you. "Are you alright love? What was she doing?" He asks tenderly rubbing your face. The receptionist opens her mouth to respond but Ricky shuts her up with a single raised hand, "She was just asking for my ID, I brought your lunch!" You say excitedly, his gaze grows warm at the adorable sight before he turns to the woman, his eyes dead, his aura dark and imposing.

"Clean out your desk immediately, I want you out of my shop before I come back out here." His tone left no room for argument, almost threatening as he places a hand in the small of your back, gently leading you away. "You didn't need to do that for me-" he cuts you off with an intense, breath stealing kiss, "Of course I did, no one interrupts our time together."

Marcos had always been afraid of his promiscuous past coming back to haunt him, and his violent reaction to this shows.

The two of you had been at a club for a while now, both proper sloshed and sweating, hours of grinding on each other to every song that came on the thumping speakers, he's in heaven with his arms around your waist, his nose buried in your neck as he mouths needy kisses up and down your throat.

You motion towards the bar, your drunk body demanding more alcohol and he begins leading you towards it, his hands never leaving your body.

He all but pushes a guy out of his seat so you can rest there while he gets the bartenders attention. He freezes when the woman turns around. The bartender shoots him a knowing, flirty grin, leans over close and yells over the pounding music, "Hey Marcos baby, you come back for more? I can take my break right now if that's the case."

His eyes flicker to you and his heart stutters at the sad look on your face, be it the copious amounts of liquor you had in your body or how just how gorgeous the woman hitting on him was, you feel your spirits drop, your mind tortured you with images of them together, of him with another, and the insecurities bubble up faster than you can handle, "scuse' me." You drunkenly mutter clasping a hand over your mouth, your stomach felt queasy all of a sudden and you all but ran to the bathroom on shakey legs.

Marcos is seeing red, his mind panicking as he watches you retreat to the bathroom he feels sick himself at the thought of you leaving him, the fear that you may be comparing yourself to such a nothing person, the terrifying thought of this insignificant person making you see him different, it had his chest heaving in a barley concealed rage.

He fixes his burning stare on the bartender, his eyes holding pure malice as he holds himself back from pressing his thumbs into her eyes and slamming her into the bar until it broke.

He says nothing to her, his eyes making her so uneasy she baked away slightly, his mouth felt dry as he pushes and bullies his way past the crowd to barge into the bathroom where he finds you curled around the toilet, he's falling to his knees beside you in an instant, he keeps your hair from your face, a soothing hand on your back as you empty your stomach.

His words are soft and encouraging as he helps you to your feet, uncaring about his expensive clothes being dirtied, uncaring of how messy you look, his eyes are full of love, even a bit teary as he helps you to the sink, as you wash your mouth out he's wetting a paper towel and dabbing the cold cloth to your burning neck, "Oh baby, my sweet girl are you okay? I'm so sorry, come here let me see you."

The moment sobers him entirely, he's calling a deluxe Uber to pick you both up and sending a message to his twin about the bartender, he wanted the bitch dead for even momentarily causing you to frown, he's holding your swaying form against him protectively as he waits for the car, his mind swirling with thoughts of violence and revenge, how dare that waste of air upset you so much? The crime would be repaid in blood.

Manny has the most volatile reaction.

The two of you are a late night, semi exclusive car show, Manny loved watching the races, he stopped racing in them the second you said you worried for his safety but his love for the adrenaline filled sport remained, the classic cars were beautiful and he always smiled so brightly when you indulged his more risky interests.

He loved pointing out the racers he liked or hated, his favorite cars and why, sharing this with you was one of his favorite ways to pass time. You always looked so beautiful under the neon lights, the smell of gasoline in the air.

It's rare for him to leave your side when you're out and about so this happens in front of you, the two of you are cuddled up together, sat comfortably on the hood of his car, his arms around you as you leaned back into his chest, when a woman in leather saunters up to his car.

"Hey Manny, long time no see pretty boy." The woman coo's from her position, her eyes drinking him in, blatantly ignoring your existence.

"Yeah." Is Manny's only response, his grip on your hips tightening before he moves from holding you against him to stepping in front of you, keeping his body between you and what he felt was a threat.

His hair moved everytime a car whizzed by him, but he didn't flinch, his cold eyes trained on the woman from his past.

His voice was clearly irritated, tone leaving no room for friendly interpretation, and yet she persisted, taking a step closer to the tall man who had begun to clench his fists, his body trembling in unfiltered rage.

"You wanna' take another ride? This time if I win, I get my prize up front." Her tone was clear, her implication made more lewd as she looked him up and down.

"Don't talk to me like you know me. Don't talk to me like you're somebody." His voice was dripping venom as he spoke, and if he wasn't furious before, the sad, almost deflated look on your face at her comments made him see red.

The crowds of people were so thick and intense, the loud sounds of the revving engines and screaming spectators only added to his slip of control.

"Relax Manny baby! I'm just teasing you." She puts her hand on his chest and before you could blink the woman's body is flying out towards the road where a car smacks into her with a sick crunch, her limp body is dragged as the car speeds along, unaware of the carnage it caused, screams and shouts of horror come from all around you, people beginning to panic as Manny turns around, all malice gone from his face as he lifts you off the car and ushers you to the passenger seat without a word. "Time to go!" He all but sings as he peels out of the parking lot.

"Holy shit are you okay?" You asked him turning back to stare as the horrifying scene grew farther and farther from his rearview mirror. He placed a shaky hand on your thigh to calm himself as he spoke, "I'm okay baby girl, are you? I'm so so sorry you had to see that." He says, his only guilt came from your date night being cut short.

"Don't be sorry baby, no one could have known that would happen Jesus Christ." You put a hand to your chest trying to ease the fierce beat, he grabbed your free hand, bringing the back of your palm to his lips for a sweet kiss, his eyes crinkling in joy at the thought of her now crumpled body.

"Yeah, accidents happen."

[writingforstraykids]

"One of us is going to end up with a broken heart" -> them saying no to adopting/fostering a cat or kitten, so probably Min, you can make it a runt of the litter if you want to sprinkle some angst, but only sprinkle! I can't handle being drowned 😭 Honestly this feels self indulgent now, but we ain't gonna dump now, no sir-e

Just a fluffy time with the "no we can't keep it" dad trope (dad? I mean if you wanna, I won't say no 🙈) then them being the reason its kept, always a sucker for this ugh, gen.neutral would be fine, see no reason for specification on this, go ham, cause I kinda did lol whoops

Aww I love this thought so much, I finished it immediately after you sent it in🤭 I do hope you like it💕

Pairing: Minho x gn!reader

Warnings/tags: pure fluff

Word Count: 767

“Minho, no,” you shake your head firmly as you realize where your husband is so eagerly taking you this cold December morning. 

“You don’t even know what I-” he starts protesting but gets cut off quickly by you.

“Min. We’re not adopting another cat!” you groan softly. 

Minho parks the car in front of the animal shelter and turns to you with a big pout and the best puppy eyes he can muster. “But-”

“Minho Lee, I said no,” you shake your head, thinking of Soonie, Doongie, and Dori, who had just gotten familiar with the newest addition, Cookie, a small brownish-grey goofball who’s been keeping you busy this past month. 

Minho sighs softly and looks at you, utterly heartbroken. “Baby, listen, we agreed ‘no kids yet,’ but…I have to share my love somehow.”

Your jaw drops, and you try to stifle a laugh. “Minnie, you have four kids already, five if you count Felix as your fifth kitty.” That makes him laugh as well. “You can practice being a dad of five, do we really need a sixth kid?”

-

“Look at him, isn’t he sweet?” Minho asks, voice growing all gentle and sweet like you know him around cats. In the small basket in front of you, there’s a little black kitten staring at you with big brown eyes. Your husband turns toward you in search of agreement, and suddenly, you’re faced with two brown-eyed kittens staring into your soul. 

“He is,” you nod, eyeing him suspiciously as he pets his head softly.

Minho looks back at the kitten and makes a soft sound, his smile widening as he kneels down, and the kitten makes a few wobbly steps towards him. Minho picks him up after checking with the employee and rubs his forehead against the kitten’s head. “He looks like Channie, doesn’t he? All in black and those sad eyes.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes at him fondly. “Ah, that’s why; you miss your hyung so much you want to adopt a kitten looking like him.”

Minho shoots you a playful glare and shakes his head. “Obviously not.”

“Minnie, come on,” you sigh softly and shake your head. “It’s too much.”

“Cookie needs a little brother, that’ll make him responsible,” he says so seriously it makes you laugh. 

“Min.”

“Seriously, Y/nnie,” he sighs and makes eye contact with the kitten. “Always the same with them. One of us is going to end up with a broken heart at this rate,” he tells him. 

“Minho, seriously,” you laugh and smack his head playfully.

“You’re such a meanie,” he pouts. 

“And you’re forbidden to take another step into an animal shelter in the next five years at least,” you shoot back, and his head spins toward you. 

“Five years?! Honey, are you crazy?” he gasps and sets the kitten back down. “I’m so sorry, Channie, I would’ve taken you in any day. I would’ve made sure you had a cozy spot, delicious food and you’d be our new maknae kitten.”

Oh, for fucks sake.

-

“Cookie, look, you got a little brother,” Minho announces cheerfully and sits down, keeping your sixth kid in his lap. He makes a happy sound and wiggles from side to side as Cookie nuzzles his face against the newcomer. “Soonie, Doongie, Dori, come here,” he calls out for the rest and holds up the black kitten above his head. “Say hi to your baby brother, Channie.”

“No, he won’t. He’ll kick your ass if you tell him the reason for it,” you snort.

“Minho,” you crack up. “You can’t seriously call him that.”

“Why not? He’ll love it,” he grins smugly.

“He’ll never know,” he shrugs and sets down Channie on the floor. “Never,” he announces and looks at you firmly.

“Come on, I said yes, let me at least choose another name,” you laugh and sit down next to him. “I don’t want to wake up to you calling out for beloved hyung in the morning.”

“Fine~,” he sighs and side-eyes you with a light huff. 

“Oh! I know something, we’ll call you Lixie,” you say proudly after a moment.

“And that’s supposed to be better?” he asks sarcastically, ruffling your hair. “I can’t name two of my kitties the same.”

“You call him Yongbokie either way. Shut up,” you giggle, and he pokes your side.

“You shut up,” he giggles and presses his lips firmly against yours. “I love you so much, baby,” he beams at you.

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“Yeah, yeah, anything to satisfy my beloved cat dad,” you snort and ruffle his hair, giggling softly. Gosh, you love this idiot.

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[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.7 bffs with the rookies+ back on the paddock

y/n is back on the paddock and more drama ensues

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By the time you both were ready and awake enough to leave it was six and another hour by the time the both of you got an Uber and reached the paddock and that's when you ran into the first problem of the day.

"Where are you going?" he asked as you turned to walk towards the Williams garage, confusing you.

"Williams? Cause Logan called me here?" you answered as if it were normal.

"y/n... I can't go there," he looked at me and I suddenly remembered that technically he was sort of the enemy team...

"Wait- I've got a plan! Take this," I took off my shades and placed them on his face, he looked a little funny as the shades didn't match his face nor did they fit properly.

As we walked towards the back entry to the garage, it became more and more obvious that my plan wouldn't work.

"This is not going to work, y/n," he whispered, shrinking into himself.

"Oh come on, I've got this," I smiled at him as we got closer to the door, where a security guard was standing, "don't you trust me?"

"Not really, no!" he whispered- yelled as I went to open the door, showing my pass to the man who was now fully alert and glaring at Arthur.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he stood in front of the door, effectively stopping Arthur from walking in.

"He's going to the garage," I answered as casually as I could, shrugging when the man looked at me like I was crazy.

"I don't think so, you're Arthur Leclerc, you're competition, you don't even have a pass for Williams." He stated the obvious.

"Nah man, that Y/n, look she's even got her shades," I nodded to my friend's face trying not to fall over laughing, Arthur on the other hand had turned redder than his brother's Ferrari.

He looked at the both of us and sighed, moving away from the door, "I'm not paid enough for this..." he walked away as Arthur and I walked in.

"THAT WORKED! THAT ACTUALLY WORKED!" Arthur doubled over laughing as we walked towards Logan's driver's room, I laughed with him, ignoring all the weird looks we were getting from people in the garage.

"I told man, my plans always work, my genius, it's almost terrifying," I smiled at him, telling him to quieten down as we approached Logan's room.

I held my hand on the handle and counted down from three and barged in the room with Arthur, screaming at the top of our voices, making the blondes scream... wait blondes? did Logan go through mitosis?

"Oh, hi Alex," I greeted the seated blonde of the startled pair, whereas Logan had practically climbed into the furthest chair in the room, staring at the door eyes wide.

"Oh my god, Y/n, what the fuck," his American accent filled the room, "Hi, Arthur," he nodded as he got down the chair.

Alex coughed awkwardly and smacked his knees while getting up, "Uh, I'll leave now, all the best for today Logan," He gave a tight-lipped smile and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

I threw myself on the messed up bed, using Logan's charger, as Arthur relaxed at the foot of the bed and Logan let himself fall back on the chair he was just on.

The room had turned silent., when usually by now it was chaos whenever the three of you got together. I looked at Arthur and he shrugged, I looked at the usually smiling boy. His head was in his hands, staring at the floor in front of him.

I sat up straight, stuttering to find the right words, "Logan, are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?" Making the boy look up, eyes full of sadness.

I finally noticed how red they looked, "Logan, mate, what's wrong?" Arthurs asked, receiving no answer.

After a second or two he sighed heavily, looking over at us, "I think- I think I'm going to lose my seat." His eyes teared up, making me walk up and sit next to him, squeezing into the chair.

"Did Vowles tell you that? We could talk to him, get him to reconsider?" Arthur sat on the chair's armrest, hand on our friend's back, trying to console him.

"No, but it's pretty fucking obvious, I haven't scored a single point this season! Alex is carrying the team, I'm basically useless!" He raised his voice in frustration, dragging his hands down his face.

"Logan, that's not true, you're just a rookie, it's fine!" Arthur tried to help but it didn't seem to change his mood.

"So is Oscar! And look at him! He's not only keeping up with Lansi, he's actually challenging him!" he pointed out, he wasn't wrong but he deserved to be here, he deserved to have a seat!

"And he's in a McLaren, Logan he's an amazing driver, and so are you, all of you are!" It was hard to help when all of your friends were in the same sport, competing against each other, and sooner or later, Arthur would join them too.

" I know it's tough right now, but next year is going to be so much better, I promise," The brunette spoke, and I continued,

"And Mate, it's your home race, your gonna be fucking amazing, yeah?" You smiled at him and nudged him, making him laugh a little.

"Oh, we're finally laughing, yeah?" You teased as you pushed him again, making Arthur almost fall off, making him, squeeze himself on the chair with the two of you as revenge, the childishness of the whole situation making all of you laugh, and you were happy to see Logan was playing along, no longer worried about his seat.

The two pushed you, making you start wildly smacking your hands around, the three of you laughed, practically piled on top of each other on the chair.

Just as the three of you began to calm down, the door opened, revealing a shocked Alex, "I'm... not even going to ask," he started off making Arthur and I set off into another round of giggles, "Logan, we've gotta go." He said making the blonde in the middle get up.

Before following the other out the door he gave the both of you a side hug and a nod.

You'd be lying if you weren't nervous for your friend, as you watched the race.

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f1fame Logan Sargeant is the first American to score points in F1 in the past 30 years. The driver seemed to be looking for someone specific in the garage after his points finish and was seen partying with a certain special someone along with long-time friend Oscar Piastri, teammate Alex Albon and many others.

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Zoowie mama this was a long one 😮‍💨 Hope y'all liked it!

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[swarvey]

I honestly love how you're writing and am trying to learn from it. Could I please request how they would be as parents? I don't care who, have fun with it. I just like reading your stuff ☺️

how he is as a parent | sdv x g/n!reader

after settling down together on the farm, you and alex decide to take the next step and bring a baby into your life.

a/n: awww you are so, so sweet! this actually means the world to me <3 alex was the main character who came to mind, but i'm open to writing more! enjoy <3

alex

absolutely cannot wait to be a dad.

he's thought about it countless times, especially when his father treated him badly

doesn't ever let himself become discouraged by his own experience though, he actually uses it as motivation

will definitely spoil the hell out of your kid, no matter what

the thought of alex with a daughter is especially heartwarming to me though ...

(definitely the dad to hunt down her ex bf)

"come on, honey, open the door," you sigh, knocking on the entrance to your teenage daughter's room. "you have to eat dinner."

no response, though your heart breaks at the sound of her crying quietly. alex walks up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. you place yours on top of it, looking at him worriedly.

"she still hasn't come out?" he asks, shocked. "here, let me try." you gladly let him take your place by the door, rubbing your face in exhaustion. you've been trying to coax her to come out for the past hour.

"honey, it's dad!" alex calls out. you can tell he's trying to sound normal, though the worry glazing his eyes gives him away. "why don't you at least open the door so we can give you a plate of food, sweetie? you shouldn't go to bed on an empty stomach, it's not good for you."

"i'll eat later, dad," she replies, her watery voice just barely making it past the door. "i'm not hungry."

he freezes. "are you crying?" he turns to you, concern washing over his face. "now you really have to open this door, sweetheart, or else we'll have to call robin over to fix it after i bust it down."

"alex!" you say, smacking his arm. "you are not breaking down this door."

"oh, i definitely will. i think you forget you're talking to a former aspiring gridball player — i have personalized routines for my shoulders, back, biceps, pecs—"

"okay, okay! i get it!" both of you hear your daughter sigh as she slowly opens the door, revealing her tear-streaked face and bloodshot eyes. "sorry for making you worry," she mumbles, falling into alex's open arms. you rub her back as she continues to cry, hiding her face in his shoulder.

"you have nothing to be sorry for," you reassure. "just tell us what's wrong."

alex lifts her face, pinching her nose playfully. you can't help but smile as he makes her laugh, more than glad to see her break out of her sadness even for a moment.

"that's completely right," alex agrees. there's a certain sweetness in his voice he only uses for his daughter. "you can talk to us, okay? what happened?"

she sniffs and wipes her eyes before replying, "my boyfriend broke up with me."

"he what?!"

any composure your husband had is thrown out the window. you stifle a laugh at your daughter's shocked face as alex picks her up effortlessly, carrying her bridal-style towards the front of the house with you trailing behind them.

"honey, where do you keep your tools again? i think we'll be needing your axe."

"dad, what are you—"

"or your sword! that would probably be more scary, right?" he pauses, turning to you with a smile. "i mean, i was pretty scared when i saw you holding a sword for the first time."

you and your daughter laugh loudly, tears forgotten as alex continues to storm around the house with her in his arms, demanding to know where he lives and how muscular he is. you watch idly, suddenly emotional as you realize his dream of becoming a good dad has become a reality. unexpected tears fill your eyes, just as they round back to where you're standing.

alex stops in his tracks. "now my other baby's crying," he sighs, "and i really have no clue why this time. well!" he sets his daughter down, ruffling her hair. "give me one second, princess."

"alex, don't you dare," you threaten, backing away. "i'm warning you!"

the night ends with your daughter happily eating dinner while alex pleads you to forgive him for tickling you.

[ghostsnugget]

I didn't get a lot of feedback on my last post but I'm so glad so many of you liked and reblogged. Here's part 2 of temp on Base.

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"FOX TROT..." You respond, your call sign earning a couple of approving murmurs. "Very nice, well you talk to the team...eat...get as settled in as you can in a military base. And don't worry, they won't cause you any trouble." Price says with a chuckle, turning and walking away.

As much as you want to believe him the dirty looks they're giving you says different. You can't see Ghost's face but his eyes say it all. A cold chill creeps it's way up your spine and your face starts to burn. Gaz smacks the table softly and stands up. "I'm gonna go to the gym. I suggest you guys do the same, we have a big day tomorrow." Gaz says before turning and walking away.

You finally look down to see what was for lunch and see on your tray a sad looking Salisbury steak and some half mashed potatoes. In a little bowl in the corner of the tray are some brown string beans. They look like they were cooked too long. 'prison food' is all you can think as you look at this sorry excuse for a meal.

After contemplating your life choices for a minute you finally decide to eat. You have to hold back a gag as you eat the string beans. Maybe this is why everyone looks so grumpy. While you were zoned out apparently Ghost and Soap had left. They left their trays half eaten on the table. Having skipped breakfast you forced yourself to eat it all.

After that meal you didn't know if it would be a good idea to work out so you went to your room. It was still too quiet. Walking through the halls was like you had some how made a wrong turn and fell into the back rooms. Your room wasn't much better, it was the horrid color as the halls and the air smelled stale. They obviously didn't get many transfers.

Suddenly you thought maybe coming back here wasn't a good idea. It was cold in the room and the lack of air flow made you feel trapped. A Knock knock knock sounded at the door. The visitor kicked you out of your stupor, bringing you back to reality.

Opening the door you're met with Price's friendly smile. "We're having a meeting in an hour. Meet me in my office when it's time. Oh and change into your pt uniform." Without wanting for an answer he turns on heel and walks away.

Quickly you get changed so you're ready when the time comes. Your uniform is a pair of black basketball shorts, a white T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. Now is the hard part, finding something to do while you wait. The only things you brought were a book to read and a sketch book.

Neither sound appealing right now so instead you think it might be a good idea to take a walk around the base. Most of the halls seem the same. Eventually you find your way to the k9 training unit. Gaz is there, feeding the dogs and tending to the kennels. When he finally turns around and sees you he greets you with a smile.

"Hey, life on Base going okay for you so far?" It's a complete 180 from how he was in the chow hall. "It's as boring as boring can get, not much to do outside of training and what I brought..." You mumble.

He nods, giving a dog a little scratch behind the ear. Suddenly he stands and says, "it's almost time for the meeting, we should head over to Price's office." He puts the dog away and waves for you to follow him.

Arriving at Price's office you find Soap and Ghost already there with him. You and Gaz take a seat, waiting for Price to begin. "I haven't told you all what's going on on purpose. We have a top secret mission coming up and we need to keep this as quiet as possible." His voice is tense and quiet.

He looks around at everyone in the room, almost like he's assessing how everyone is reacting. "It's time to start preparing for project graveyard. We're going to be wiping out one of the most powerful terrorist groups in Germany."

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I hope you like it, I'd love to hear how you think I could improve and where you would like to see the story go next.

[universaln0b0dy]

Fantasy (Twist v.s reader)

Summary: You have been made fun off by the magical people for a while, so you hse your ghost Camera to keep you company, but what if this turns into an obsession?

Note: credit to @fungifanart for the idea: https://www.tumblr.com/fungifanart/739605109692055552/to-all-of-the-twst-fandom-headcanoning-about-how?source=share

It was their idea and I am only writing it, with a bit of original sprinkles. (Also I am sorry if the reader is a bit to emotional)

Angst

"Duh, of course you can't help. Without magic you are kinda useless in this situation."

It hurt, they might have only said it because they wanted to be honest, but it hurt. You clench your fists and take a deep breath. "Don't let their comments get to you, they mean well." You think to yourself. But you know it doesn't help.

"You can't even do magic, what makes you think you can help in this situation?"

You always thought you needed to tough it out, grow a thicker skin or something, hide your vulnerability. You sit on your bed in Ramshackle playing around with your ghost camera. Hadn't you already proven you weren't useless?

There is a knock, it chimes through the whole of Ramshackle. You weren't expecting anyone, but it never stopped them from coming. Hastily you run down the stairs almost losing your footing in the process, but you catch yourself. You always catch yourself.

"Oh, hello Ace." You exclaim with the same smug smile you always had on your face. The orange haired male stood in front of you, you could see Deuce behind him. "Hey Prefect, we wanted to ask if you could come help us study in the library?" He was leaning against the door frame you shrug along with nodding to the side.

"Yeah, of course."

Before you can prepare yourself Ace starts dragging you towards the school building. You could remember when all of this started. Ace had said: "Damn prefect, you are slow." And grabbed your arm.

After this everyone in your friend group just dragged you around, even Jack, who you thought was the gentlest, personality wise, out of all of them.

In the library, Ace, Deuce and you try to study. The books are heavy and you were forced to carry all of them to the table you and your friends chose to sit at. "Hey Prefect, do you know what happened in the valley of thorns 100 years ago?" Deuce suddenly asks. You are taken aback, ready to answer, until Deuce smacks his hand against his face as if he just remembered something important.

"Sorry, I always forget how useless you are when it comes to studying. You know nothing about this place after all."

The word useless circles around in your brain, shouting it over and over again. You are useless. You are useless. You are useless. You are useless. You are useless. You are useless. You are useless. Over and over again your brain shoves those words down your throat and your lips twitch slightly in the corners, ready to frown. It doesn't help that Ace is laughing.

You hear Riddle rather than seeing him. "What is all this noise about? Don't you know there are rules in the library?" After you had helped him with his Overblot he had shown himself to be incredibly kind and understanding, sometimes.

"Sorry dormhead, Deuce just asked the prefect a question about our worlds history, wich they of course can't answer." Riddle shakes his head. "It's truly a pity someone like that was able to become a dorm head."

You turn out of the conversation. Even Riddle? Even Riddle would throw stuff against you? It was as if someone had rammed a knife into your stomach and was starting to twirl it around. Your heartbeat went fast and you felt uncomfortably warm, anxiety was mixing into your the whole thing.

Why the heck where you so damn emotional? They always said stuff like that, why are you still sad about it? You bite your lip, looking over to the clock on the wall.

"I don't feel to good, I think I will take a break." You mutter as you stand up. You wanted to leave before they could shatter you more. "My sevens, prefect! Not only are you bodily weak but also have a weak immune system." Ace laughs out.

It was as if something was cracking in you, slowly crumbling down. The wall you hid behind that had said: "They are only joking/mean well." Had completely broken down. You wondered why it had happened now. You had handled everything thrown at you with grace for half a year now. Why couldn't it just have stayed that way?

All the emotions you had hid and looked away now came washing over you like a tsunami. "I will take my leave, see you tomorrow!" You exclaim before fleeing out of the room. You were running out of the school as if you could run away from your emotions that way.

You close the door to Ramshackle behind you and lean against it, slowly sliding towards the ground, trying to calm your beating heart. There were tears in your eyes. Mindlessly you grab your ghost camera. "At least in those pictures they look like they would care."

It was like a silent wish, you wanted to hold onto the few good memories you had and then there was a flash. "Oi, prefect are you okay?" Ace stood in front of you, he looked like a sepia version of his real version, just that this one was.... friendlier.

"No, I just had a really harsh day. I kinda want to cry." You sniffles wiping your eyes. "Kinda ridiculous."

The photograph Ace sits down next to you and pats your shoulder brotherly. "I don't think its ridiculous, you have been strong for a while know. I think it's okay if you cry." Tears start to run down your face. Those were the words you so desperately wanted to hear, and words that the real Ace would never say.

You looked at the ghost camera. Would Deuce also be as nice as Ace. You couldn't even finish the thought as he stood in front of you, the same Sepia town over him.

"Prefect! What happened?" You look at Ace who gives you an encouraging nod and you vent the story to them. They are kind and understanding, patting your back in a comforting manner here and there.

After half an hour you smile. "Thank you guys." You stand up after having vented everything felt so mich better and Photo Ace and Deuce where much nicer than the real ones.

"I'll go try to fix the table." You mutter. Ace suddenly grins. "Let me help! You went through a lot today and with magic everything is easier." You sigh, letting him do what he wanted, you weren't sure if it would even work. After all he was just the product of a photograph and a tiny fraction of your imagination. To your suprise Ace fixes the table in under a minute and Deuce was helping with a chair. You smiled, maybe someone had heard your desperate wishes and decided to grant them.

The next day, you wake up, feeling more happier than ever. Photo-Ace and Deuce where back in your Camera, but you couldn't help but already miss them.

Grim sat in the kitchen munching on his tuna. He hadn't seen the photograph versions of anyone and you wanted it to stay that way.

You had class with Epel and Jack today. Both of them were pretty silent for the most part until Epel passed you a note. "Could you fo something useful for once and pass this over to Jack?" You sigh heavily before doing as you were told.

Later in the lesson, you feel something hit ths back of your head. Small paper balls hit the floor. You turn around, only to see a student whose name you didn't know smirk.

"Oi, Prefect, what is someone as weak as you doing in this lesson?" He snarls. You role your eyes, with the anxiety gone you feel a bit of confidence. "Don't you have better stuff to do? Like focusing on the lesson?" You mutter.

The students around you giggle. "Oh ho ho! Is the itty bitty prefect trying to stand up for themselves?" One of your eyes twitches. "Can't you just-" You can't finish the sentence.

"[Name] if you think you are so smart that you can talk through my lesson, you can gladly explain the answer to what I just asked." Everyone is laughing even Jack and Epel, the latter snarling: "They are so stupid."

There it was again, that pit in your stomach that was filling itself with anxiety.

At lunch you look to a space to sit at. Jack laughs, slapping your shoulder. Usually you would have laughed with him, but this time he did if so hard he knocked your lunch tray out of your hand. "Sevens, human can't you be more careful?" Sebek complains. You grit your teeth, hoping Jack would apologise to you, but he just sits down ignoring your presence. Okay, not really ignoring you.

"Sebek calm down, they are just to weak to handle a slight shoulder slap." You look at the food on the floor. You didn't have the money to buy another one, otherwise you would come short for the rest of the week. You clench your fist, couldn't Jack at least have apologised? You again sigh, cleaning up the stains, before leaving, back into Ramshackle.

You just wanted some support, any would do, even that of a photograph. You pull out one with Jack. "I wished you had apologised to me." The camera lights up and there is Jack with the sepia filter, his ears hanging low.

"I am sorry for hitting you." You smile. "I forgive you." You spend a bit of time with the photoph Jack, before deciding to also add Epel and the others to your little photograph circle.

You couldn't help but laugh, for the fist time you felt comfortable in the squad. Of course they were still ruff and made jokes, but the sepia versions of them were just nicer. You felt yourself growing addicted to that feeling. Until you heard Grim enter the dorm. Hastily you call back the illusions, who had helped you with homework, repairs and more.

"Hello Henchman!" Grim smiled at you. He was still nice, you wouldn't need a photograph version off him, but he was too good friends with the others and it irked you. He never stood up for you.

You sigh. "I will go to bed early tonight."

In your room you look at the ghost camera. Maybe you could just call on one of them one more time? You smile a sleepover would be fun. You imagine Ace and Deuce. Not knowing from now on everything would go downhill

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One week later.

The changes were subtle not noticable to the naked eye, but you changed out with your "friends" less and less, trying to spend as much time with the photo versions of them as possible.

On the second week you started confusing your friends with their real life versions, asking about event that never happened. You reduces your talk to the bare minimum.

Near the end of the third week, the real versions started to notice you weren't there anymore. You had grown addicted to that small little fantasy of yours and you would rather sleep than stay awake. The fantasies versions were such good friends, you guys would go to Sam's shop occasionally during moments no one was outside.

Sam was the first to notice. He had only read about the effects of a ghost camera in books, but he could tell. The version of Epel you were talking to wasn't the real one. Your eyes had a weird far away look to them, as if you were on drugs. He reported it to Crewel on the fourth week, but it was late.

You had stopped leaving Ramshackle all together. Grim was scared of you, you grew weirdly possessive of the ghost camera, everyone could tell it was harming you, sucking the life force out of you. But there was something else. The more of your time you spend with them the realer they got. There was no sepia filter on them anymore, you couldn't tell who was who anymore.

Your real friends tright finding an explanation, but they couldn't wrap their head around the idea it might he their fault. One day, near the fith week Crowley came to visit in order to forcefully take the ghost camera away from you, but you only sat there on your bed. You hadn't eaten in a few days. The ghost camera versions of your friends trying their best to nurse you back to health. You couldn't even fight Crowley as he took away the camera.

Everyone had the hope that you would return back to normal, your friends continued to joke, in hopes you would become like before. But once you taste the sweetness of the fantasy, you didn't want that bland taste of the real life.

There was no prefect anymore, just an empty shell.

Crowley inspected the ghost camera later. The ghost camera was heavier than before and another thing, its photos seemed to jump out of its container.

You had given your soul for something that wasn't real.

I could have let this end with the reader ending in a psych ward, but I didn't want to lace this on too heavy- I hope you enjoyed reading this, or at least had a good cringe....

(And no I am not crying, someone's cutting onions)

[moodywyrm]

Jumping on here with the smutty Sevika idea I got upon seeing your post- my mind never rests- I feel she’d be a scoundrel in bed, making you choose the size of the toy she claims she’d fuck you with but then grabs the complete opposite. Like if your pick is a sizable, she’d secretly fix on the smallest one in the group & so on. Watches amusingly your lil expressions as you cluelessly do all the dumb things you would if it were the size you’d actually chosen banging into you but you only realize it too late,, by then she’d have had her full laugh,, 

No pressure btw & have a better rest of your day~ (´•ω•｀)♡

hi hello I love you and your writing and your little posts abt Sevika bc they're always So Correct.

this ask has been haunting me all day because it's so sevika. I don't think she would ever go larger than you could handle, but I can 100% see her teasing you by going Smaller. like you just fucking need her to fuck you with one of her bigger straps, a dark purple, girthy seven inch silicone cock. and instead she pulls out a thinner five inch strap in the same color.

she has you face down on the bed, your ass and cunt on display for her, your hands hugging a black satin pillow to your chest for emotional support. you're expecting – craving– a deep stretch, so when she starts to push in your whine. at first it's good, but as she gets deeper and deeper it goes from pleasure to confusion.

"What's wrong, doll? Not big enough for you?" Sevika teases, knowing full well she picked one that's too small. Her thrusts are rough, but it's not the same and you can feel tears welling up as you whine.

"Nngh, too fucking small, do we– ah– have a bigger one?" You cry, trying to fuck back onto Sevika for any added stimulation. You can hear her laughing behind you, her human hand wrapping around to play with your clit.

Sevika knows she'll give you what you want, but she wants to extend this. She wants you desperate, dripping, whining, crying for her cock. "No baby, this is the one you wanted, yeah? Looks like my little slut needs me to buy a bigger one, eight inches maybe? That sound big enough?"

You just whine, fucking yourself on what you think, but can't fucking believe, is seven thick inches. The tears are coming now, accompanied by the sweet whines of Sevika's name, one hand reaching back for her, begging her to fuck you like you need it. It's torturous, and you're not in the mindset to realize that Sevika's fucking with you.

So when she slows down and pulls out, you're whining, sitting yourself up and look at Sevika. You're upset, clearly, pouting and teary and needy. It isn't until you look down that you realize what happened, and you're suddenly less sad and more Pissed. Sevika, in the following events, realizes she likes you kind of pissed and horny.

You turn around, grabbing the correct dick off the bedside table, pushing it at Sevika so she can switch it out. You help her redo the harness, smacking her hand away when she tries to grab your waist.

"You don't get to touch me, asshole." You growl, shoving her back against the headboard. Sevika's eyes goes wide, feeling herself throb at the assertiveness you're displaying.

You straddle her, lining your cunt up with her cock and sinking down. The stretch is delicious, and you're practically shaking with you good it feels. "Fu- fuck, 's so good."

Sevika watches as you shakily pull yourself up, slamming down onto her cock and pushing the base of the harness against her needy clit. She grunts, reaching for your waist to help you out. Imagine her surprise when you smack her hands, grabbing them at the wrists and pushing them down against her tummy.

"I said – fuck– you don't get to touch me," You grumble, using your grip on her hands as leverage to bounce on her cock, finally taking your pleasure.

The sound of you fucking yourself on her is loud, all sloppy smacks coming from the sound of your thighs hitting hers. Sevika can feel how wet you are, from the amount of slick dripping down onto her thighs. When she looks down, she whines as the string of slick forming every time you bounce on her.

She wants nothing more than to grab your hips and guide you up and down, but she respects your wishes. Realistically, she could break out of your hold in a heartbeat, no doubt. But Sevika can't deny, there's something so incredibly attractive about you holding her down, taking everything you need from her without reservation. And if she can't touch you, at least she can talk to you. And talk she does.

"That's it, that feel good? Pretty girl just needed a bigger cock in her needy cunt, huh? The small shit doesn't do anything for you, does it? I've spoiled you baby, got you so used to a nice thick cock," She murmurs, staring at you with hooded eyes.

Her words make your head spin, your pussy clenching around her strap as you falter. It's all you can do to nod, giving her a pathetic little "uh huh" before sitting down completely and grinding on her.

"Aww, my pretty girl's fucking tired ain't she? If you just let me go, I could help you," Sevika whispers, pressing a kiss against your forehead from where you're slumped against her. "Could play with that pretty clit and push you over, or hold you up and fuck you on this cock, just how you deserve. That sound good?"

And fucking christ, it sounds so good. You want her so bad, you barely even remember why you were so angry.

The second you move your hands off of hers, she's on you. Her human hand is toying at your clit, her mechanical arm wrapping around your waist and holding you up. Sevika starts pistoning her hips up into you, the mushroom tip of her cock punching against that gushy little patch of nerves that sends you careening, wailing and grabbing at Sevika's back.

It's all so much so fast, you barely have time to stumble out a weak " 'm cumming, fuck," before you're convulsing on Sevika's strap. Your orgasm rides through you, lighting every nerve ending on fire as you shake and scratch at her. You're drooling into her neck, the lazy hickey you were making left forgotten as your orgasm emptied your brain out until all you could think of was Sevika. She fucks you through it, whispering dirty praises as you leak down her cock, onto her thighs.

"That's it, cum for me baby. Ya look so fucking good for me, all fucked out and pretty," She growls, easing her thrusts as you come down. She never pulls out, just sets you down on her cock as you try to even out your breathing.

You think she's gonna let you rest, maybe end it here, until Sevika wraps you up in her arms and lays you down on your back, keeping her cock buried in your sloppy pussy. She places one gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling out to the tip and pushing back in, slowly building up into deep, rough thrusts.

"You didn't think we were done, did you? You still have a few orgasms in you, so lay back, doll. Let me take care of this pussy."

[lennadanvers]

Not-so-mini follow up of this mini thing about Soap. I'm posting this again, had to fix something. Hope you like it <3

The next day, Soap wakes up to your music blasting in the bathroom. It's kinda late, but he doesn't mind sleeping in when he's on leave. Especially after the night he just had.

He gets up slowly. Stretches, smirking at the ceiling. Pictures all the ways he can go about this. Should he play with you a little? Let you suffer? Perhaps he can play dumb and ask you about it? Or should he just drop the bomb and enjoy your shock?

This is some valuable information. He has to think of a plan.

In the meantime, he can have breakfast.

When Soap finally walks out of his room, you have already turned your music off. And you are no longer in the bathroom, Soap notices as he makes his way down the short hallway.

He enjoys to catch you with your guard down every once in a while. Usually, Soap just hugs you from behind, he likes the way you jump, even if he's been doing it for years.

But this time, he can't move past the door. You're wearing a fancy dress. And high heels.

He's used to you in pijamas. You like to have a welcome breakfast when he comes back home. Nothing too elaborated, but it's become somewhat of a tradition. You get up, cook, he gets up and meets you in the kitchen, and then you have breakfast, wearing comfortable clothes. He enjoys seeing your hair all natural and tangled. Still, he could get used to this kind of welcome. The intricate bun on top of your hair doesn't look half bad. Until you turn around and he takes a look at your delicate make up and your pretty face, and everything sorrounding you becomes ten times more beautiful.

Fuck, he missed you.

You smile instantly and jump into his arms, a little ball of excitement and love. He hugs you tightly, one forearm around your waist and the opposite hand at the back of your head, tucking it into his chest.

"Johnny!"

Oh, he loves your voice. It's almost irritating, but still endearing. It's home.

"You didn't tell me you were coming! I would have prepared something!"

"What do you mean? This is not for me?"

He takes a (very) small step back, and motions at your dress with one hand. He's being dead serious, but you laugh and smack his arm softly.

"I have a date! I'll be back late tonight..."

The doorbell interrupts you. You run to the door, leaving him blinking in confusion. He must have heard wrong.

Except he didn't. You march right back into the livingroom, this time holding something in your hand.

Another hand.

Someone else's hand.

A man's hand.

Soap feels suddenly cold. Weren't you, warm and soft, against him a second ago?

"This is Dave". The man nods at him. He has a hairstyle so stupid that Soap is starting to hope this is a joke, rather than suspecting it. You flash a smile at Dave "and this is Johnny!"

Soap offers his hand to the man, squeezing harder when he sees the shine in Dave's blue eyes. Is that victory?

Suddenly, he remembers he's got a loaded gun in his bedroom.

"A pleasure to meet you, man." Dave turns to you. "Ready, princess?"

You nod, almost jumping in your heels, and Soap feels sick to his stomach. He waves at you, sad puppy eyes trailing over your dress until you step out the door. He can't stop himself and smacks a hand on Dave's back, way harder than needed. It looks friendly, it's Soap, after all. But it doesn't feel like it. He practically pushes the man out the door.

And right when Johnny is letting him go, he smells it.

Soap didn't put on any cologne today. No, the last time he felt that scent that was last night, in your bed.

Stupid Dave wears the same cologne as him, and Soap starts to question if he is, in fact, the stupid one.

I may have a mini something else to go after this, if anyone is interested...

[skyeeuphixia]

𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 // 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔

lip gallagher x girlfriend oc (Delilah)

summary: in which lip is given an ultimatum

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warning/s: alcoholism, violence

words: 3.4k

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"I don't like it when you're drunk Lip. Find me when you're not."

That was the last thing that Delilah said before leaving the Gallagher house. 

Lip stayed glued to his spot as he stared after his girlfriend, his eyes filled with nothing but regret. He couldn't turn around. He couldn't face his siblings, or Kev or V, all of them stood behind him. 

He didn't want to see Veronica judging him. He didn't want to see Kevin looking shocked. He didn't want to see Debbie sad. He didn't want to see Carl and Ian angry. 

But most of all...

He didn't want to see Fiona look disappointed in him. 

2 years ago, when Lip asked Delilah out on a date. Fiona gave him one piece of advice:

'Don't fuck this up, cause that girl is special'

But now he's afraid he had done just that. 

How did he let himself get to this point? 

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After building up this reputation of being the family genius, it was a real smack in the face when he got to college and realised how difficult it was. Suddenly he wasn't a genius surrounded by stupid and average students anymore, now, everyone was smart, smarter than Lip, and he found himself unable to keep up.

College wasn't as easy as Lip believed it would be.

Lip excelled in school, acing every class, scores so high and consistent that a college professor believed he was a cheat (which Lip swiftly disproved) and the first Gallagher to get into college. 

Not to mention, he didn't realise that College would take up a lot of his free time as well. Sure in high school he'd get homework, but it would take about 30 minutes, and then he'd get the rest of the day to himself. But college was an entirely different story. He was drowning in assignments, a never-ending stream of readings, essays, and exams. He barely had time to sleep. Trying to balance; College, Family issues, assignments, a relationship and taking care of his basic needs were proving difficult to manage. And it was beginning to take a toll on him. He was almost never able to relax.

But the occasional drink did seem to help, however.

"Hey, so I was thinking-" Delilah says, walking alongside Lip in the direction of his class, Delilah went to the same college as Lip, unfortunately, their classes were at different times, so their schedules rarely lined up, they stayed in different dorm buildings and those dorm buildings were at opposite ends of the large campus.

"-after my class, either I can go to your dorm, you can come to mine or we can go to the library or something and do some studying together. Cause I have an essay to do, and you have that essay due tomorrow which you'll probably want to go over, and we can help each other out," she suggested with a smile.

"Yeah uh, I can't I'm going to that party tonight," Lip says his hands in the pockets of his jacket, looking down at his feet as he walks.

"The frat party? But you hate people like that," Delilah remarked, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Yeah, but, it might be fun. Plus, free booze is a good way to forget about all the jerks," he chuckled.

"But what about the essay?"

"Don't worry about it, Del," Lip replied nonchalantly.

Delilah stops walking, tilting her head as she looks at her boyfriend, analysing him intensely. Lip takes a few moments to realise that she's no longer beside him, he turns to look at her but she speaks before he has a chance to question her.

"Have you even started the essay?!"

"Yeah, yeah of course I have," He excuses, looking back down at his feet. Delilah walks back up to him, standing directly in front of him.

"Look at me," She says, still staring at him intensely, causing Lip to reluctantly raise his head to look at her. "Have you started the essay?" 

Lip had one weakness and that was Deliah. Delilah seemed to be the one person he could not lie to. He didn't want to say it out loud, she already knew the answer, he could tell, so he simply shook his head at her. 

Delilah looked at him with an indescribable look of shock, disappointment and disbelief, "Lip it's due tomorrow! This isn't like homework, this will affect your grade!"

"Yeah I know, but I'll...I'll get it done I swear!" Lip promises.

"So you're not gonna go to the party?"

"Nah I'm still gonna go I promised my roommate but I'll just do it when I get back,"

"Lip...this really isn't a smart idea, please just come study with me," Delilah begged, she already knew his grade was currently at a D, and she was worried that missing this essay would be the beginning of the end. 

"Del...I'll, I'll just go for like an hour, and I won't drink and I will go straight to my dorm and do the essay," He tells her, looking at her genuinely. 

Delilah looked at him with a look he couldn't quite describe, but it was the look she gave him when he initially doubted going to college and the look she gave him when he briefly dropped out of high school. It was the type of look that said 'I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.'

"Promise?" She asked, holding out her pinky to him, causing Lip to chuckle at the gesture.

"I promise," He locked his finger with hers, and they continued walking toward Lip's class, sharing a small smile, their words no longer necessary.

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No drinks turned into one drink.

One turned into two.

Two into four.

Four into seven, until Lip woke up in his dorm the next day with no memory of how he got there. A quick look at the clock indicated to him that it was two in the afternoon. Not only had he not done the essay, he hadn't even shown up to his lesson. 

Lip just lay in bed staring at the ceiling, wallowing in his own self-pity before there was a knock at the door. Somehow, in his severely hungover state, Lip got himself to the door, opening it to reveal Delilah, whom he let in without question. 

"Hey, Emma mentioned her boyfriend told her you didn't show up today, you ok?" Delilah inquired, her concern evident as she stood in the middle of the dimly lit room.

Lip, battling nausea, managed to mumble, "Yeah, just uh...not feeling great today." 

Delilah, however, was beginning to notice the telltale signs – Lip was wearing the same clothes as the previous day, avoiding the light streaming through the window, and his breath reeked of alcohol. The pieces fell into place. "Are you hungover?"

Lip, still battling the pounding headache and the queasy feeling in his stomach, attempted to conjure up an excuse, but Delilah's perceptive gaze left him feeling exposed. He scratched the back of his head nervously. He shifted uncomfortably under Delilah's gaze, his attempt at avoiding eye contact was now more conspicuous than ever. He cleared his throat and mumbled, "Hungover? Nah, it's not that... I just had a rough night's sleep, you know?"

Delilah's expression remained sceptical. She was no stranger to Lip's occasional indulgence in alcohol, and she was also aware of how alcohol affected his family so she knew all too well what could happen if he overdid it. Her concern deepened as she approached him, placing a hand gently on his arm. 

"Lip, you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and you look like you haven't seen daylight in a while. And why does your breath smell like a distillery if it's not a hangover?"

Lip sighed, realizing that he couldn't keep up the charade any longer. He looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed. "Okay, fine," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I had a few drinks last night, and then a few more, and... I messed up, Delilah."

"Lip, you promised me you wouldn't drink, especially not on a school night. I trusted you. And what about that essay you were supposed to finish?"

Lip's guilt was written all over his face as he tried to avoid the confrontation. "Look, Delilah, I know I messed up, but it was just one night, you know? I didn't think I'd end up like this."

"Lip you're not in high school anymore. You can't do this. If you keep making mistakes, if your grades continue to slip, you'll get expelled and then what? Love, you have so much potential, you can do so much with your life, why are you wasting it?"

Lip finally met her gaze, and he could see the disappointment in her eyes. "Delilah, I promise, this was a one-time thing I won't let it become a problem. I messed up, and I'm really sorry. I'll work harder, I'll catch up on the essay, and I won't let this happen again."

Delilah looked at her boyfriend, she didn't know how to feel. She wanted to believe him, and part of her did, but part of her was screaming at her not to believe him, part of her believed Lip was already in too deep, but Lip was as stubborn as they come as if he would ever admit he needed help.

"ok...I'm choosing to trust you,"

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As the days passed, Lip's descent into a pattern reminiscent of his father became increasingly apparent. The vibrancy that once characterized him began to fade, replaced by a weariness that settled in his eyes. His dishevelled appearance mirrored the neglect of his responsibilities, and the promise he made to Delilah seemed to be slipping through his fingers.

His academic life suffered the most. Lip was back to his high school ways, and started missing classes regularly. The threat of expulsion from his professors became a persistent shadow, hovering over his academic career. Lip's disregard for his education mirrored the same lack of concern that had marked his father's life.

Alcohol, once an occasional escape, became a daily crutch. It wasn't just about relaxation anymore; it was a way to numb the growing dissatisfaction and disappointment within him. The scent of alcohol clung to him like a familiar companion, and the lines on his face deepened as the weight of his choices pressed down.

Delilah, consumed by her exams and unaware of Lip's unravelling, found herself distanced from the person she once knew. Their interactions became infrequent, and Lip's excuses for his absence grew thin. She knew something was wrong, but she was busy and was never able to find a time to meet him, and over text, it's hard to tell what state someone's in, so Lip was able to perfectly mask his drinking through the protection of a screen. The promise of love and support now seemed like a distant memory.

The similarities to Lip's father became more pronounced. The cycle of self-destructive behaviour, a pattern Lip had sworn to break, now threatened to consume him. The downward spiral was not just about missed classes and too many drinks; it was a reflection of a deeper struggle within Lip—a battle between the person he aspired to be and the shadow of his father that loomed over him. But every day he still told himself the same thing.

I'm not my fucking dad. 

When the next break in the college term came, he returned home to his siblings, which was both nostalgic and haunting, as he realised how much he loved it yet didn't want to be stuck there. And how did he handle those haunting thoughts? By drinking of course. 

The Gallagher siblings noticed this of course, but they wrote it off as Lip destressing after a long college term, after all, they didn't know this was an everyday occurrence for him. He's lip! He's supposed to get out, he's supposed to be ok! He's fine!

And for the first few days he was, he was able to fall under the radar as his siblings dealt with the usual Gallagher chaos and was currently drinking a beer on the couch as his siblings did their own things around him. Yet he had forgotten something, in a drunken haze a few nights previous, he had invited Delilah over, reality was about to smack him in the face, and he had no idea.

When he answered the door and saw Delilah, he felt his mind running at a million miles an hour. He didn't know why she was there. What she wanted. If she could tell he was drunk. His mind was both blank and full of thoughts at the same time, and the sudden shock of his girlfriend being stood in front of him, made all the guilt he had been drinking away come back.

"Del! Hey...uh what are you...what are you doing here?"

"You invited me? You don't remember?" She chuckles.

"Sorry sorry, things have just been uh, crazy you know how it is here, come on in." He says, stepping to the side to let her in. 

Delilah offered a faint smile as she stepped into the chaotic Gallagher household, where the usual mayhem of the family's daily existence continued unabated. Ian was nowhere to be seen. Frank, was ranting about some new get-rich-quick scheme in the corner to Kevin. Fiona and Veronica were cackling about the events of their last night out. And Debbie and Carl were arguing about something stupid. Lip's siblings had become accustomed to the chaos, and so the presence of his girlfriend had gone unnoticed.

"I tried to call and check it was still okay for me to come over but you didn't pick up, I thought I'd come anyway though...I've missed you"

Lip's heart sank at the sincerity in her voice. He had no idea how to explain the disarray of his life to her, especially now that she was standing right in the middle of it. His attempt to mask the smell of alcohol on his breath with a forced smile was feeble at best.

"Missed you too, babe," he mumbled, his words slightly slurred. "Sorry, it's just a bit chaotic here, you know how it is."

Delilah nodded, seemingly understanding, but there was a flicker of concern in her eyes. She had always been perceptive, and something about how Lip was acting didn't sit right with her. Delilah finally at Lip more closely, her brow furrowing. "You seem...off, Lip. Is everything okay?"

Lip tried to laugh it off, but it came out as a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, just... you know, dealing with the Gallagher circus. It's uh...it's been a long day."

Delilah wasn't convinced, but she let it slide for the moment. However, as she continued to talk to Lip, the pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together. Lip's slurred words, the distant look in his eyes, and the fact that he was clearly trying to hide something were all red flags. Delilah notices the two empty beer bottles on the coffee table in front of the couch, the one place nowhere else was and the final piece slides into place. "You're drunk again...aren't you?" 

Lip's eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for a convincing response. "Drunk? No way, Del. I mean, yeah, I had a couple earlier, but it's nothing. Just needed to unwind, you know?"

Delilah's concern deepened, and a mixture of disappointment and hurt flashed across her face. "Lip, we talked about this. You promised me you wouldn't let alcohol become a problem again. What's going on?"

Lip could feel the weight of his broken promises pressing down on him, and he struggled to find the right words. "It's not a problem, Del. Just a couple of drinks. I've got everything under control."

"Don't lie to her," Ian's voice suddenly came from the stairs, in a tone so cold so...displeased, it caught the attention of everyone in the room.

"What do you know Ian?" Lip slurred slightly, becoming slightly agitated as all the attention in the room was now on him, there was no hiding from the truth now, and Lip knew it. 

"What do I know? I know that since you've been home you've drank up to 5 beers a day, some days more. I know that it's clearly a problem if you're lying to Delilah about it. I also know that you've missed almost all your classes and you're on the brink of being kicked out of college!" 

Everyone in the room stared at Lip a few people letting out a shocked 'what?!', except for Delilah who just looked hurt, she trusted him...and he broke it.

"How do you fucking know that?" Lip slurred, pissed off that his issues were being exposed. 

"You left your email on your laptop open," 

"You had no fucking right-" 

"Ok! Lip this is not the right time for this, if there's a problem we can talk but right now let's just leave it," Delilah says sweetly, almost as if she was talking to someone younger than her as she places a gentle hand on his shoulder, which Lip only shrugs off.

Lip's anger flared, fueled by the alcohol coursing through his veins. "You had no right to snoop around my stuff, Ian! This is my life, my business, and I don't need you or anyone else judging me!"

Ian's expression remained unyielding, his concern masking any irritation he might have felt. "Lip, this is everyone's business when it's affecting you like this. We're your family, and we care about you. We don't want to see you self-destruct."

Lip's voice grew louder as he tried to defend his actions, his words slurring together. "Self-destruct? I'm fine! I can handle a few drinks, and missing a few classes is not a big deal. College is overrated anyway."

The room seemed to grow tense as Lip's rant continued. Fiona, his older sister, exchanged worried glances with Ian. Delilah, however, remained remarkably composed in the face of his anger. "Lip, I'm not here to judge you. I'm here because I care about you. But you can't deny that something's not right. We can work through this together, but you have to be willing to admit that there's a problem."

Lip's frustration only mounted as he felt cornered. He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "You're all overreacting. I don't have a problem. I can stop whenever I want. You all don't get it," he ranted, his voice rising. "I can handle my shit. I'm not like Frank. I'm not some fucking alcoholic!"

Delilah could see that Ian was also starting to get heated, and she was worried that he and Lip would begin to get physical and fight one another. She knew Lip's defences were up, she knew he felt judged, intimidated, and guilty, and having everyone there was making things worse for Lip, not better. 

"Ok, maybe this isn't a conversation we should be having with so many people," She chuckled nervously her voice still gentle, She moved closer to Lip, trying to defuse the tension. "Love, let's just go outside, and we can-"

But when Delilah's hand touched Lip's shoulder, he reacted with more force than he intended, shoving her away, unintentionally causing her to hit the wall. The room fell silent, and everyone took a defensive step closer, their faces reflecting shock and anger.

Lip stared at Delilah, his eyes widened with regret, realizing he had acted impulsively. Delilah, after a moment of anger, looked down, composing herself. She glanced up at him, restraining her tears.

"I don't like it when you're drunk Lip. Find me when you're not." Her voice quivered slightly before she swiftly made her way out of the Gallagher house. 

Lip stayed glued to his spot as he stared after his girlfriend, his eyes filled with nothing but regret and tears. He couldn't face his siblings, or Kev or V. He didn't want to see the judgment. He didn't want to see the shock. He didn't want to see the sadness. He didn't want to see the anger.

But most of all he didn't want to see the disappointment. 

It took a few moments, but he turned around to face them, his body trembling slightly, as a few tears escaped his eyes, the Gallaghers distraught at the sight of their broken brother.

"W...why did that happen?"

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(fin)

[amostimprobabledream]

Hi! Throwing you something for kinktober since I loved your Ulquiorra story. Reader and Izuru Kira, post TYBW. Overstimulation. (Caused by his body modifications at Mayuri's hands. Crossed nerv endings, I don't know, you name it.)

Ooh, interesting! I've never written for Kira before, so I hope this one turned out all right. https://archiveofourown.org/works/59555803/chapters/152154691 dragging me back into having (Izuru Kira x Reader) - Kinktober: Overstimulation

“Oh…oh, fuck…”

A drawn-out groan reaches your ears as you look down at the sight beneath you. A smile pulls at your cheeks, and you know that if you could see yourself with such a smug grin on your face, you’d want to slap it off.

Your name spills from Kira’s lips, his blue eyes looking dazed, as if you’ve smacked him over the head with something heavy.

“Oi, don’t tap out on me now.” You instruct him, then pause, wondering with amusement where the ‘oi’ came from – you’ve been hanging out with Ikkaku, Renji and Hisagi too much. “I’m not done with you just yet.”

A wan smile flickers at the edges of Kira’s mouth, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.

“I don’t know how you have so much energy.” He says, an amused note you don’t often hear in his voice, and you give a little laugh yourself, rolling your eyes at him.

“You’re talking like you’re some old geezer. Come in, Izuru, I know you’ve got a little life in you still.”

When it comes to fucking, you're relentless with Kira, but you suspect he appreciates it. It’s a sort of catharsis for both of you, you get to work off your frustrations and stress of the day by using his body to drive yourself wild, and Kira can let someone else take the reins and go with the flow, a stark difference from the responsibilities of a vice-captain and the endless slog of paperwork to catch up on after the war, especially with Rose still recovering. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship borne from a drunken experiment that you’re very happy you both partook in, throwing caution to the winds when celebrating kicking the Quincies the fuck out of the Seireitei. You don't look at Kira like he's made of glass or coddle him like some do - poor Izuru. Poor, abandoned Izuru. Let's be gentle with him. Fuck that. Kira might wear his sadness openly, but that doesn't make him weak. Doesn't make him lacking.

Which is why you're riding him until he can't take it. Until he's practically incoherent with pleasure, his muffled groans and whimpers filling the room, his hair mussed and sticking to his forehead. You love him like this, letting loose in a way that he doesn’t normally allow himself. Kira tends to bottle up how he feels until it comes out when booze loosens him up, you hate the thought of him marinating in his own melancholy, too self-effacing to ask for help.

“God, sweetheart…”

Of course, your way of helping is a bit unconventional (and, you’re not going to lie to yourself, a bit selfish too), but Kira’s never voiced any complaints about it.

You reach and brush the seam where his modifications start, machinery joining seamlessly into flesh. You have to admit, the craftsmanship is a thing of wonder, and it’s only thanks to Mayuri Kurotsuchi’s genius and willingness to do whatever’s necessary that you have Kira with you still. The thought brings up an unexpected well of emotion in you that you force yourself to push aside for now – this really isn’t the time or place to suddenly get weepy over what could have been. Kira certainly didn’t sit around crying when there was a war to win.

Instead you trace the cybernetics with fascination gleaming in your eyes – you’re not a member of Twelfth for nothing. Kira said that he can feel touch to the implements holding his torso together, and being the curious creature you were, you ran a hand down one of the metal bars.

Kira keened out loud, apparently just as surprised as you were.

Oh?

“You like that, huh?” you smirk down at him, probably looking like a smug little racoon.

“S-sweetheart…” Kira said, half-pleading and half-demanding.

Slyly, you slid a hand up and down the metal bar and Kira starts squirming and bucking beneath you like a man possessed. It feels kind of comical to you, like you were jerking him off in the wrong place, but the reaction from Kira is immediate and wholly gratifying – it’s a good job you’re sitting on top of him or his squirming might have made it a bit difficult for you to keep your grip.

“Who knew machinery could be so receptive to touch?” you muse out loud, using both hands now, and Kira’s groaning began to grow so loud that even you are a bit taken aback. Perhaps you should have gagged him beforehand.

Or asked him for permission before you started just grabbing at whatever you please. A voice in your head scolds you.

“Sorry…”

You grimace apologetically and begin to loosen your grip, guilt nipping at you – you always get carried away and do things without-

“Don’t!” Kira gasps beneath you, his hand shooting out and gripping your wrist. “Nngh…don’t stop.”

You blink, but a bubble of delight rising in your chest – getting Kira to be more upfront about what he wants has been something of a challenge, so hearing him saying out so bluntly gives you a peculiar sense of pride.

“Good boy.” You purr. “Lemme make you feel good.”

And so you do. You continue fingering the body modifications on his chest and arm, marvelling at how sensitive it is, considering it wasn’t originally attached to his body, and rock you hips rhythmically against him as you go, but almost as an afterthought – watching Kira unspooling beneath you, his face obtaining a glow to it and his breathing laboured in the throes of his own approaching orgasm is more than satisfying to you. Kira doesn’t neglect your pleasure despite his own, fingers dipping into your panties and teasing your drenched entrance. You groan out loud, fizzing sparks of arousal making your movements grow sloppy. He’s got lovely fingers, strong and slender from all that paperwork and writing haikus, but they have other uses too…

“Yes…mmm…I’m almost-!” Kira sputters beneath you. “Please, baby, it feels so good…”

Baby? That’s a new one but you don’t dislike it, and to demonstrate your feelings on this new pet name, you oblige his request. Kira’s entire body shudders beneath you, a soft groan that makes you shiver leaving his mouth, before he flops back onto the futon, breathing hard.

“You okay?” you ask him in a softer voice than before, brushing some of his wheat blonde hair off his face. Kira’s eyes meet yours and he gives you a little smile.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” You say, leaning down to kiss him, a faint trace of green tea on his lips. Then you can’t resist adding, enjoying the realisation dawning on his face that he’s created a monster:

“Hey, wanna see what other functions Kurotsuchi installed on you?”

[vshthestmpede]

Hi there! So...I wanted to make a request about an Imagine about Vash x Reader. The Reader is a like Bayonetta, a witch who has lived so many years (same as Vash). A great fighter with guns on her heels and also very flirty and sexy with him (even gave him the nickname "puppy" 'cause she thinks he's such a cutie). They're already in a relationship but Vash sometimes blushes so bad when she makes a compliment to him. On the morning, she even wears his jacket trying to be seductive to him...with a compliment like "You're a clumsy fool...but you never fail to impress. My clumsy, lovely fool"

the plant & the witch

word count; 1,159

warnings; guns, canon violence

note; today's ep made me so sad ;-; ty so much for your patience with this one!! i was so excited to write this one, i really took my time with it haha <3 i think i took a bit of both vash's personalities here, not just stampede lol i wanted some ballsy out of him but i can't help it our timid 2023 vash is so sweet. i also never touched a bayonetta game in my life, so i do apologize if i didnt write this to standards! i will always take criticism!! :)

cross-posted to ao3

the air was still hanging heavy as the group departed from the windmill village, vash walking considerably quicker than the rest.

meryl sidled up to wolfwood, nudging him with her elbow to catch his attention. he attempted to ignore her but caved as she switched from elbowing him to outright poking him in the arm and face.

"stop that, jeez. what could you possibly want?" wolfwood smacked her hand away, grumbling as he adjusted the cross on his back.

"you should go and apologize to him," meryl offered, nodding towards vash. "he's like, the ray of sunshine outta all of us and it's super depressing to watch him sulk like that."

wolfwood looked to vash then back at meryl, who raised her eyebrows in a way that said go on, test me. sighing in defeat, wolfwood picked up his pace until he caught up to vash.

"oi, needle nog-"

wolfwood stopped short at the sight of a figure suddenly appearing at the top of the dune right in front of them. immediately getting a very odd feeling, a feeling that what was looming over them wasn't human.

"stay back." wolfwood put one arm out to stop the group from advancing, his other hand ready to unsheathe the cross on his back at any moment. the figure began to descend the dune in a very graceful manner and wolfwood pulled vash behind him. "keep moving and i'll shoot!"

the figure stopped short just a bit of a ways away from the group, allowing wolfwood to realize they looked human but he was still apprehensive. he took one step forward, still ready to pull his weapon out and blow this person away, but faltered when they disappeared and suddenly reappeared right behind him.

"wha- !"

"oh, my love, how i've missed you." the figure had scooped vash up in their arms, holding him tight and kissing all over his face. "i'm so glad i found you."

vash, both thoroughly embarrassed and elated to see you again, buried his face in your neck and allowed you to carry him as you looked over the rest of the group.

"who're all these people, pup?" you asked as they all stared at you with wide eyes. "are they being mean to you?"

"pup?" wolfwood echoed as vash shook his head quickly. "what the hell is this?"

vash climbed out of your arms but stayed at your side, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke up, "(name), this is wolfwood, meryl, and roberto. guys this is (name), my. . .partner."

you poked at his reddened cheek, cooing over him as the other three shared a look amongst themselves.

"how did you find us?" meryl asked, breaking their stunned silence.

"well, after vash and i got separated, i made my way to jeneorah." you started to walk again, looping your arm through vash's to pull him along. "they, um, told me everything about what happened. i wasn't all too welcome there myself so i gave what i could and went on my way."

"gave what you could means what, exactly?" roberto inquired, taking a long swig from his flask.

"didn't want anything to do with my magic so i gave them the rest of my rations," you responded casually. "like i said, i wasn't too welcome given my relationship. left as quickly as i arrived, then made my way to yet another place i know he needed closure from."

"wait, did you just say magic?" wolfwood pressed, jogging in front of you and turning to force you to stop. "what are you, exactly?"

you chuckled and patted his shoulder, brushing by him. "one fine ass witch. at least, that's what he calls me in bed."

vash didn't say another word until you all reached the car, only speaking to bid the rest a good night as he climbed into the car's backseat to curl up. you decided to stick with the rest, joining them at the makeshift fire.

"how long have you known vash?" meryl asked, the journalist in her poking through as she wanted to know everything she could about a witch.

you tapped your chin in faux thought, enjoying the curiosity of this human. "about a hundred years now, give or take."

meryl's eyes widened as she leaned towards you, starstruck. "you don't look a day over twenty-five!"

"oh, dear, aren't you a sweetheart," you cooed. "is there anything else you wish to know?"

"yeah, what's this whole thing about magic and witches and all?" wolfwood interjected, clearly still perturbed about being brushed off so casually earlier.

"well, mister undertaker, i told you already. i'm a witch, i can do magic, what else do you want from me?" you stood, hands on your hips as you looked him up and down.

instead of looking directly at you, he was looking behind you and you felt the muzzle of a gun being pressed into your back.

"give us everything y'all got," a voice demanded, "or they're toast."

your eyes darted from wolfwood to the two other bandits who came around from behind you, eyeing the car. as soon as one reached for the door handle you whirled on the bandit behind you and kicked him in the chest, knocking him over. before anyone could react, you hastily summoned malphas and his wings sprouted from your back. you took the bandits' shock to your advantage and took to the skies, avoiding their shots when they turned their attention fully to you.

"they're toying with these bandits," roberto murmured as he and meryl took shelter behind a nearby boulder. "magic, huh. never thought i'd see anything like this."

you laughed as the bandits fruitlessly shot at you, watching as they drained themselves of their ammo. within the second they ran out, you were on top of them, the guns on your heels dealing with the trio as you effortlessly glided through the air. as the sand settled you landed next to wolfwood and rolled your shoulders, the wings disappearing.

"is that enough for you?' you asked, yawning. "man, i am tired. good night, everyone!"

you made your way to the car, stopping short as a clearly startled-from-his-sleep vash barreled out with his gun at the ready.

"wha- what happened?" he asked as he lowered his gun and you chuckled, climbing into the car with him and closing the door.

"you're such a fool, my love," you murmured, pushing him to lay back as you climbed on top of him. "a clumsy fool, yet you never fail to impress me with your antics."

he watched, red-faced, as you shed your cloak and replaced it with his signature jacket that he had set aside when he first laid down. you leaned forward, one hand on his chest and the other cradling his face, basking in the view of your red-faced boyfriend as he grinned up at you like the lovestruck dork he was.

"my wonderful, clumsy, lovely fool."