#shaking them around like a dog with a squeaky toy

[carnivorousyandeere]

Julian sfw Alphabet!!

a/n: we’re gonna ignore how I’ve been dead silent, I’m back to posting! 🥳

cw: Mentions of untreated mental illness, mentions of past abuse, yandere shenanigans, unhealthy living habits.

(gn reader)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very affectionate and clingy! Likes doing activities with you, like crafts, feeding strays, and taking walks. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

They’re the shopping bag friend. Trailing behind while being suffocated with shopping bags. Doesn’t have scary dog privileges, but does accidentally uses his customer service front when casually talking to people, which usually weirds them out. As of how you guys met, probably a friend of a friend situation and you guys just gradually got closer. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

LOVES CUDDLES!! Well, it’s more like him clinging onto your leg when you have to go to work/run some errands. He’ll get pouty when you pry him off, but will eventually get off with a sigh. Likes cuddling on the couch while watching a tv show or movie with you! Laying across the couch while you lay on top of him. Easier to give you smooches that way ^^

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If making drinks counts as cooking, then he’s amazing! Otherwise? Uh…maybe not? He could make simple meals though, or maybe bar snacks, but nothing that actually “counts as a meal” (from Julian themself).  

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

WILL cry about it. What did they do wrong? Why isn’t this working out? :( I mean, they did kidnap you, but he was gentle about it! Would probably use his connections to keep eyes and ears on you, and will eventually get you back, wether you like it or not. Although, you better get used to their basement, you’re gonna be there for a while. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Will unironically propose to you at a concert. If not, he’ll probably plan one of those over-the-top proposals, getting someone to call you and tell you that they’ve been hit by a truck or something, then when you get to the hospital he gets down on one knee. Unless you wanna propose, he’s not totally opposed to it. It would take a good while for you two to tie the knot, though. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Hm…very gentle. But they’re really emotionally sensitive, so you gotta be careful of that. Your makeshift therapist, if you don’t already have one. They will make you drinks while you sit there and vent about your daily problems. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs from behind>>> Does it as often as you allow him to. Not afraid to show PDA, wants to let EVERYONE know. Their hugs are gentle but firm, keeping you in his embrace for as long as possible. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The second he gets you, “I love you darling..” When you wake up, “Ah! Darling! Welcome! I love you ;)” when you’re asleep, “Love ya, mwah”. I think you get the point, says it a fuck ton. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Hmmmm, not really. He’s more obsessive than possessive, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t get jealous. They understand that you need to have a social life, but they get to decide when it’s too much. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses you on the lips, neck, and tip of the ears. Their kisses are passionate and deep, whenever. He honestly doesn’t care where you kiss him, he just loves the fact that you’re kissing him in the first place :)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Very good with children 👍 Although he isn’t expecting a family with you, he DOES like playing hide and seek with kids 🫶 Honestly, you don’t know how they do it, they’re just effortlessly good with the lil ones 🤷

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Not a morning person, absolutely despises it. A “don’t talk to me until I’ve had my morning drink coffee” type of person. He gets kinda grumpy too, but will eventually soften up 15 ish minutes after he wakes up. Spends most of his time with you in the morning, since he works night shifts starting at 6 pm. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Gets home from work pretty late, usually around 1-2 am, so you’ll be better off going to bed and waking up with them beside you! Although, you COULD stay up and wait for him instead, but he usually admonishes you for staying up this late and ruining your sleep schedule. He works the night shift, so most of the night, you’d be alone. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Hm….can read you like an open book, is a closed book himself. It doesn’t take long for him to open up though, they think that you shouldn’t have to hear about their problems or information about them in general…it’s all about you, after all! If you seem genuinely concerned, though, wether it’s from him being happy and jolly 24/7, or something else, he’ll spill the beans. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Well- you’ll never know. When he’s annoyed, or god forbid mad, he’ll just huff and puff a little bit and bottle it up inside for another day, preferably when you’re not there to catch him have a mental breakdown…Although, he never really gets mad, just really annoyed. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s terrified of forgetting, keeps a little diary that has everything he’s learned about you since day 1. Reads it over at least once a week and revises, like it’s some kind of exam he could fail. Also writes down everything you’ve ever wanted but couldn’t get, like something you passed by at the store, but was over the budget. He’ll go out and buy everything at once and give it to you! 

“I remembered that you said you wanted this, so…I got it for you! :D”

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Doesn’t have a favourite moment, EVERY moment with you is his favourite <3 Doesn’t care if it’s a good or bad experience from your part, it’s you, so it can’t be bad. Unless you guys break up or something…they’ll find a way. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

“Back off, they’re mine” type of person. Keeps a pocket knife just in case, they don’t mind getting a little bloody for you ^^ They don’t reaaallyyy have enough self-worth to want, or need you to protect them. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

oooo! He hates planning, but they’ll endure it for you <3 Honestly, doesn’t forget, but puts it off until a few days before the event, then speedruns the whole planning process and it still ends up being alright and amazing :D Tries to keep everyday tasks as minimal effort as possible. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Has pretty low self image, always gets you to take care of yourself or else he makes you, but when it comes to them, they don’t really…well…care? They have a family history of depression, but never got properly diagnosed. Most of the time, the only thing motivating him is you. They’re afraid you’ll be disgusted with them and think they’re gross. They keep that in mind while deep cleaning the kitchen :^ 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

VERY. Cozy dark academia style, overdresses to everything. Takes at least 30 minutes for them to get ready to go pick something up at the store (tbh, same)…it’s curbside pickup, they aren’t even gonna leave the car. Most of this, again, comes from his immense fear of getting judged by you. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yep, as I mentioned before, WILL cry about it. He’ll do everything in his power to get you back, they’ll  even do some…sketchy…stuff, if they have to. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Crochets with you!! Also likes making matching bracelets, the cheesy cute ones with each others’

initials. Unironically gets you meme shirts, also unironically has a “Cisn’t” shirt. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Tbh, they’ve been in too many toxic environments to tell if something’s putting them off. Will just go with it; it takes them a lot of effort to tell you though, if they gather up the willpower to accept that they don’t like something about you in the first place. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Kinda snores, but it’s really soft. You’ll most likely wake up to them being on the opposite side of the bed. Sleeps in positions that look really uncomfortable, but still insists to twist and turn until he’s “comfortable”. 

[arcadequeerz]

Sorry I'm a kinito blog now.

[bitessback]

@johnnysslaughter asked : “ why can’t you look me in the eye ? ”

𝘲   :   (   𝘸𝘩𝘺   𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵   𝘺𝘰𝘶   𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬   𝘮𝘦   𝘪𝘯   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘦𝘺𝘦?   )

oh that   voice   would   be   the   death   of   them,   the way that twinge of a southern drawl makes them 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 & the gruff undertone that reverberates through their chest makes their heart 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱. ( 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 ) but it's obvious in the   way   their   breath   catches  despite how they try to hide it.   they   were   never   all   that   good   at   holding   his   gaze.   wilting   under   it   and   always   the   first   to   look   away.

❝   ha, didn't   take   you   for   the   romantic   type.   ❞   they   huff   playfully,   slight   grin   twitching   at   their   lips. the attempt to dispel their nerves only partially effective.

𝐚   :   (   𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞   𝐈'𝐦   𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐬𝐞𝐞   𝐦𝐞.   )

they   don't   speak,   once   again   glancing   away   even   if   he   tries   to   catch   their   gaze.   swallowing   thickly   as   they   draw   their   face   away.   once   again   shying   away   from   his   gaze,   slinking   to   shadow   and   trying   to   hide.   but   no   matter   how   they   hid,   he   always   found   them,   didn't   he?    (   &   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.   )    found   them   at   the   precipice   of   the   rawest   moment   they   could   be   -   something   unfiltered   and   desperate   and   hungry   and   he   took   every   part   of   them   in   without   hesitation. 

❝   does   it   matter?   ❞   of   course   it   did,   otherwise   he   wouldn't   have   asked   would   he?   but   they're   so   flighty,   a   stray   that   wandered   and   wandered,   but   like   every   dog   :   𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴   𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦   𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

❝   I'dunno . . . never   been   good   at   it   --   ❞   they   mutter,   adding   it   on   at   the   last   minuet   as   if   that   was   much   better.   they're   close   enough   to   feel   his   breath,   and   they've   let   him   draw   out   pieces   of   them   they've   tried   to   stifle   their   whole   life. ---

they let him carve out a place in their dog heart and brush away all the whittled off edges that would define who they could be & who they were.   but   looking   him   in   the   eyes,   letting   him   see ?  raw and unburdened by any front they could try to hide behind ?  . . .

---   no,   that   was   too   much.  (  too   close.  )   they   still   feared   the   ache   he   made   them   feel,   wanting   more   was   foolish.  [ fickle heart baying : 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 ! -- 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ! ]

because   strays   do   not get to   want,   they   do   not get to   beg,   they   are   not   welcomed   at   the   foot   of   your   bed   on   the   cold   nights.   they   linger   in   your   doorway   at the height of   a   storm hoping for the pity you take on them,   take   what   they're   given   and   leave.   𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

no, they know better by now . . . they know they   were   not   something   that   was   meant   to   be   𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭.   not   something   to   be   𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅.   not   meant   to   be   𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏. least of all, something meant to be 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯.

( 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 --- 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 )

❝   --   little   too   intimate   for   my   tastes.   ❞   they   mutter   against   his   skin,   an admittance under the guise of some half-joke while   they   tuck   their   face   into   his   neck.   closing   their   eyes   and   leaving   themselves   at   his   mercy   for   the   moment.

° ˈ· • [ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ] . . . accepting !

[rafedarling]

can you do the puppy interview with drew starkey x actress reader plss

𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

pairing: drew starkey x actress!reader ft rustyn starkey

summary: you and drew, and your son rustyn participate in a puppy interview, creating heartwarming chaos on set.

warning(s): english is not my native language. none, fluff and family fun.

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“Hello, this is Y/N.”

You start with a smile at the camera.

“I’m Drew Starkey,”

Drew adds, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as a playful corgi tugs at his shoelace.

“And I’m Rustyn Starkey!”

Rustyn proudly chimes in, his little voice filling the room.

The way he says it, with a mixture of excitement and confidence, makes the crew chuckle.

“And we’re here for…”

“A puppy interview!” you and Drew announce together while Rustyn claps his hands, his energy infectious.

Rustyn immediately gets distracted by a wiggly golden retriever puppy climbing into his lap.

“Hi, puppy!” he says, giggling as the pup licks his cheek.

Drew picks up the first card, holding it in front of him dramatically.

“Alright, first question… Who is the biggest dog lover? Drew or Y/N?”

He pauses for a second before answering with a grin.

“I’ll say both because we all love puppies!”

You nod, laughing as a dachshund pup curls up by your side.

“Okay, fair answer. But Rustyn might be the biggest dog lover here.”

Rustyn looks up from petting his puppy.

“I love them sooooo much!” he declares, making everyone on set melt.

The next card is passed to you, and you read aloud,

“What would you name this puppy if you could take it home?”

You hold up a fluffy Bernese mountain dog sitting near Rustyn.

“This one feels like a Charlie to me, big and sweet.”

Rustyn thinks for a moment before pointing to the golden retriever still snuggled in his lap.

“I’d name mine Buddy, ‘cause he’s my buddy now!”

Drew laughs, ruffling Rustyn’s hair.

“Buddy’s a solid name. I’d name this little guy Rufus,” he says, gesturing to a dachshund sniffing around his lap.

“He looks like he’s up to something.”

“Dada, can we take them all home?” Rustyn asks, his big eyes looking up at Drew.

You and Drew exchange a knowing glance, both trying not to laugh.

“We’ll see, buddy,” Drew says, grinning.

“But let’s finish the interview first, okay?”

The next question is read by Drew.

“Who’s more likely to sneak the puppy treats?”

“Dada,” Rustyn answers immediately, giggling.

Drew raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Okay, okay, guilty. But you’d sneak them, too, wouldn’t you, Rusty?”

Rustyn looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, but only if the puppies are really good.”

“That’s my boy,” Drew says, laughing as a corgi puppy climbs onto his lap.

The crew brings out more puppies, creating a delightful chaos as they run around the set. One pup grabs a squeaky toy, making Rustyn laugh so hard he falls back onto the couch.

“Alright, next question!” you say, trying to regain focus.

“Who’s more likely to cry if the puppy gets hurt or sick?”

You, Drew, and Rustyn all point at each other simultaneously, which sends everyone into fits of laughter.

“No way, it’s Dada,” Rustyn insists, his tiny finger pointing directly at Drew.

“You cried when we saw the movie about the dog!”

Drew laughs, trying to defend himself.

“It was an emotional movie! And don’t act like you didn’t cry too, bud.”

Rustyn shrugs, giggling. “Maybe a little.”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Let’s just agree that we’d all be emotional wrecks if anything happened to these little guys.”

The final question comes up, and you hand the card to Drew. He reads it aloud.

“What’s one quality in each other that would make you amazing dog parents?”

Drew pauses, his expression softening as he looks at you.

“You’re so patient and loving. You make everything, whether it’s taking care of Rustyn, the dogs, or me, feel effortless. And I know you’d raise the most well-behaved dogs in the world… somehow.”

You feel your heart swell but quickly focus on him.

“And you’re the most hands-on dad and partner I’ve ever seen. You’d be out there training the dogs, playing with them, and making sure they’re spoiled with love. They’d be the happiest pups ever.”

Rustyn looks between the two of you.

“And I’d give them hugs and kisses every day!”

“We know you would,” you say, pulling him close for a quick kiss on the head.

As the interview wraps up, Rustyn is lying on the floor with three puppies cuddling around him, his giggles filling the set. You and Drew watch, smiling at each other.

“Mommy, Dada can we take Buddy home, please?” Rustyn pleads, his eyes shining with hope.

Drew looks at you, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you think, Mama?”

You laugh, knowing the answer was already decided the moment Rustyn named the puppy.

“Alright, Buddy can come home with us.”

Rustyn cheers, throwing his arms around the golden retriever.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Drew leans over to kiss your cheek, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

“You’re the best.”

As the scene fades, Rustyn’s voice rings out

“This is the best day ever!”

[thegreatyin]

this entire storyline really is just one big scoundrel therapy appointment.

yeah okay discordance is just as banger as people say

[irisintheafterglow]

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)🌷✨🩷🍪 Greetings Author-nim

Can I please request (⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠メ⁠)

(OPLA Zoro x You) Where Reader is an Assassin or Ninja and is a Pirate hunter, When Zoro used to be one too, they would always compete who gets the target first. Sometimes Zoro wins, sometimes reader.

So, imagine Reader's reaction when they saw Zoro with the crew.

And also, Luffy, somehow by some miracle with his own style of talk-no-jutsu managed to convince reader to join them(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥. Hope u have a great day and it's okay if u don't want to do this. I'll understand.

baby, let the games begin

wc: 2k (surprise, shawty)

cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, canon-typical violence, mentions of drinking and alcohol, pining pining pining pining PINING

note: hi love, thank you so much for your request!! i hope you like this because i certainly love writing for this stupid himbo man

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Honor be damned, you really wanted to kill him. 

“Dirty play, demon,” you huff irritatedly, scowling at the asshole who skewered your target before you could. In a single clean slash, the head is relieved of its body and unceremoniously kicked into a bag. “We both know that one was mine.”

“Better luck next time.” Asshole. Stupid, selfish, infuriatingly attractive asshole. A million different ways you could end his life flashed through your mind and, with his back turned to you, became more of a possibility the longer you sat in your disappointment. The dock creaks beneath his receding footsteps and you spit a curse under your breath. The head now bouncing around in the pirate hunter’s hand would have had you living comfortably for months, not to mention buying some shelter for the stray dogs wandering your home island. Monsoon season was coming and you didn’t have nearly enough space to keep all of them dry. Finding food that wasn’t old bread and horse balls was hard in itself and shelter was just another task added to the to-do list. “You’re not gonna try and take it from me?” 

“Why would I? You killed him; you get the bounty,” you reply scornfully, praying that whoever came up with the idea of hunter’s honor is torn to shreds by an octopus. “Guess it is your turn,” you concede reluctantly and take note of the blood dripping from the dirty fabric sack as he reapproaches. You’d have to clean your shoes when you were done. “I did take that guy from you in Flamingo Village, last week.” 

“The one with the big, ugly hat,” he confirms and you don’t budge when he stands right in front of you. He had pretty eyes, you’d give him that. Too bad you wanted to slam your fist into his nose. “I was mad about that one.”

“Well, you got this one. Aren’t you gonna cash ‘em in?”

“I will. I’m just curious,” he says and his expression is unreadable. It bordered on amusement and suspicion with a little bit of awe. “You could have killed me a million times since I killed the target.” Already thought that, buddy. “Why didn’t you?”

“Like I said, hunter’s honor–”

“No,” he shakes his head decidedly and you narrow your eyes. “You’ve been following this guy for four days, watching other hunters fail to bring him in. My question is, why do you need this bounty so badly, and why aren’t you willing to kill me over it?”

“Technically, that’s two questions,” you deadpan and your heart does an unwanted little stutter when he scoffs, the tiniest smile pulling at his mouth. “If you really wanna know why I need it, it’s ‘cause I need to take care of some friends back home.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but you also didn’t need the most feared hunter in the seas knowing that you needed the money to buy squeaky toys and dog beds. 

“Those friends aren’t worth killing for?”

“It’s sounding like you want me to kill you,” you fire back incredulously. “Do I need to worry about you, Zoro?” 

“Look, all I’m saying is, all other hunters would be leaping at my throat as soon as I take their kill. I just don’t understand why you won’t, especially if it’s worth four days of stalking.” 

“Maybe I like playing this little game,” you admit. It’s no secret to you that your job becomes incredibly boring at times. All the other hunters you come across take their jobs too seriously and believe that they’re purging the seas of evil. You, however, knew that the real evil was pacing around ivory towers and putting up the wanted posters. When you first met Zoro, it seemed like he didn’t take his job seriously at all. He killed like it was breathing and remained unamused at the melodramatic theatrics of flashier hunters. You ran into each other often because, besides being the only ones who survive their hunts, you were the top-earning hunters of your generation and ended up following the same pace every time. “I take a bounty; you take a bounty. I try to beat the pirate hunter at his own game; he throws a fit when I’m faster than him.”

“But, today I was faster than you,” he corrects and you stick your tongue out at him in defiance. “Who’s throwing a fit now?”

“Get out of my sight, demon,” you frown but you can’t hold it for long. It becomes a tired, melancholy smile and you start to make your way back to the town to book passage home. “Hope you enjoy all that Berry.” 

“Let me buy you a drink with it before you go,” he calls after you and you freeze where you stand. “Consolation for kicking your ass this time around.” You shoot him a scathing look over your shoulder and take the bait. 

“I did all the dirty work for you, asshole, so it better be three drinks at the least.” He chuckles softly under his breath and you roll your eyes, letting him catch up to you before heading to the nearest bar together. “I hate you so much.” 

“No, you don’t.”

As time passed and you ran into him more during your hunts, that hatred turned into something different, an annoying feeling of excitement every time you heard a sword unsheathed or spotted someone with green hair. You found yourself checking your watch when you were ahead of him, counting down the hours until he caught up. You knew the sound of his footsteps and the rhythm of his breathing and memorized how the sun hit his eyes down to the iris. Sometimes, you’d work with him directly and split the bounty evenly once it was completed. During conversations to kill time, though he never admitted it, he liked being around you as often as he was. Eventually, you told him about your furry friends back on the island and started marking the places you’d been with a hasty drawing of a dog. It became part of your routine and the time that it took for him to catch up to you decreased exponentially as a result. You’re easier to follow, is what he said. On a particular mission where you were unusually behind, you were delighted to find his gross attempt at mimicking the mark scratched into the wooden bar counter. 

You lose touch with him after a year or so of working together and you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it did. Word floated around that he was captured by Marines and posted up in Shells Town, but the same mouths reported that he escaped with pirates the following day. None of it sounded like him and it reminded you that you really didn’t know him at all. Still, you marked that silly dog into every barstool and backdoor you came across as you fell back into the same boring routines. 

Taking a rest day at a floating restaurant called Baratie, you think you’ve found the perfect spot to scratch into the counter when you realize that someone has already done it for you. It was horrendous and nearly incomprehensible, but you choke back a sob when you run your thumb over the mangled wood. There was only one person who could have drawn the little dog so badly.

And it’s like your body senses him before your mind does. 

In an instant, you’re hyper fixated on the familiar rhythm of his boots and the soft noise as his swords clank together with every step. There are four others with him, but you know his approach like the back of your hand. A boy in a straw hat whom you recognize from wanted posters rushes the bar, loudly requesting a glass of milk for himself and the finest rum for his swordsman companion. When he slides into the seat next to you, you can barely look at him, rendered defenseless from the conflict of emotions stirring in your mind. Thousands of questions were screaming to be answered but you couldn’t even open your mouth. The alcohol in your half-finished glass is all you can see. 

“You found me,” he murmurs, flagging down the bartender and asking for a bottle of whatever you’re drinking.

“I wasn’t looking for you,” you reply just as quietly, watching his hand carefully replenish your glass before filling his own and downing it in a few swallows. You stop him from pouring another with a light hand on his shoulder and he wordlessly sets down the bottle, making you smile softly. “You still drink too much.”

“I don’t have you to slow me down,” he replies without hesitation, glancing at your fingertip as it traces the mark he made on the wood. “I’ve been putting those everywhere since I joined up with Luffy. Figured we’d run into each other at some point.” 

“Luffy,” you echo. “That’s your pirate captain?” The irony of your situation escapes neither of you. If you were smart, you’d have every single one of them dead and bouncing around a burlap sack, just like the pirate all those years ago. But, just the same as the first time, you were stopped by a profound desire to be closer to Zoro. 

“He’s not like other pirates. Not like the ones you and I know.” 

“I’ll let the Marines know next time I bring in a head, then,” you laugh humorlessly, feeling the rum burn down your throat when you take another sip. You feel his eyes watching you carefully but you don’t look back at him. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear that.”

“They don’t have to hear anything,” he says in a low tone, one that sends goosebumps up your spine and has your heart beating a little faster. “They don’t have to hear anything from you ever again.”

“You’re not saying…”

“That's exactly what I’m saying.” 

“You want me to just switch sides like it’s nothing?”

“This job has been nothing to you from the beginning, nothing but a way to feed strays that, thanks to you, have loving homes,” he reminds you and you exhale deeply. He was right, but part of you wanted vengeance for all the times you secretly wished he was still with you. “So, come with me.”

“Zoro, I–”

“You know, I’ve missed you so much I can’t sleep,” he shakes his head and sighs in defeat. “Every time we dock at a new city, I’m hoping you’re on a hunt because, as much as I care for them, they’ll never know me the way you do.” He looks back at his crew with something like sad fondness in his eyes. They wouldn’t ever know him the way you did, as a bounty hunter with no real place to call home and no real people to call friends. “It gets lonely when you’re not forced to be alone anymore.”

“And it’s lonely when you are forced to,” you add. “It’s lonely either way–”

“But I’d rather be that way with you,” he concludes. “It’s not bad when I’m with you.” You pause, collecting your thoughts and calculating how much money you’d have if you suddenly abandoned your current line of work. It was risky, sure, but something about risking it on Zoro made it feel a little less dangerous. “Your silence tells me I convinced you.”

“I’m not the one you need to convince; it’s your captain you should be talking to.”

“Trust me, he’s the least of our problems.” As if to drive home his point, a choir of cheers rises up from behind you as a loud belch sounds through the harbor. 

“‘Our’ as in the crew, or ‘our’ as in you and I?”

“It’s always been you and I, hasn’t it?”

“It always will be,” you promise, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. He’s warm and safe and everything you were needing. “But, I need to teach you how to draw a better dog.” He hums in agreement, downing another glass contentedly. 

“Yeah, you need to teach me how to draw a better dog.”

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[parksrway]

Sheik and Link should shake each other like chewtoys. It would fix them.

link shakes sheik around in his teeth like a dog with a squeaky toy and sheik shakes link around in a pringles can

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

Rubber Toys & Fun

+18 if you're a minor do not read this

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Summary: Hancock and Reader find an old toy factory, and they find something unexpected. Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, toy kink.

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You are walking for hours, your feet are hurting so badly that you fear they're bleeding.

At your side, your companion Hancock continues to sigh, clearly tired as you are.

A large building reveals itself from between the debris of two big skyscrapers.

The Insignia says "Rub__er Toy_ & F_n", it's a rusty mess, and some letters missing.

It seems safe enough, empty even, with no Raiders or supermutants in sight.

You enter and the nauseating smell of burned rubber attacks your nose, John however doesn't seem bothered and you envy his lack of smell.

"What the hell was this place?" You ask, trying to open a closed door.

Hancock rummages through some desks in the Hall before finding a working terminal, "They produced rubber toys, you know...rubber ducks, squeaky toys for dogs and all those sorts of things"

"That's why this place is empty" you murmur, "There's nothing of value here"

"At least we have a place to rest for a bit" Hancock adds.

You manage to open that door, revealing a big room with machinery for mass production.

On the conveyor belts, there are ducks of all shapes and colours, toy aliens and other everyday objects.

You wander into the dusty old factory, John following you.

As you enter the farthest area which looks like a dedicated shipping area, there are trucks parked in long rows and crates upon crates of goods ready to be shipped.

Hancock forces open one of them, with a big red X on one side, and he whistles and laughs, "What?" You ask.

"Well, this is unexpected" he giggled, "Come and see"

You approach him, and he looks into some opened crates  Inside them, there was a rich assortment of sex toys, from dildos to vibrators and cock rings and many more.

You blush vigorously and step away.

"Uh... hehe...well, that's... nice...but useless" you stammer.

Hancock can't help but laugh, "Useless? We could use some of these!" he smiles.

"Imagine all the fun we could have!" You look at him, disbelief in your eyes.

"Hancock..." you say, shaking your head "We don't have time for that..."

"Oh come on!" he insists, holding up a large strap-on dildo.

You sigh, heavily.

"Look, we need to find food, water...things like that. Not toys for our... private time." You take a deep breath, trying to keep your cool.

You can't help but feel a stirring between your legs as you think about the possibility of using those toys, it would be nice to have some release but the thought seems so absurd that you try to repress it.

John looks at you with the most incredible puppy eyes an adult ghoulified man could ever manage to do.

You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the growing wetness between your legs.

"Goddammit...alright! Take the ones you like most, don't take everything. We need to travel light." 

Hancock looks at you, a playful grin on his face. "Alright, you're the boss." He takes a few items, and you don't dare to look at what he chooses. "These'll do fine for now." 

You turn around, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. The last thing you need is for him to know how turned on you are right now.

For a brief moment, your mind drifted away to the lewd image of Hancock squirming on a large dildo.

Fuck.

As much as you try to deny It to yourself, you like John. He's smart, he's reckless and passional, he loves to help people without asking for something in return and he has a charm that's hard to resist.

His look doesn't bother you at all, you find him oddly fascinating, handsome even.

You are so gone for him.

Exploring the factory a bit more you find a room with a few mattresses scattered around. It looks like it might be used as a shelter for the factory workers or someone else in the past centuries.

You head over to them and start pushing some debris aside to clear a space for you and Hancock to sleep.

"We should take turns on watch," You say to him.

Hancock nods in agreement. "I'll take the first watch, you get some rest." He says, looking around the room. "There's not much activity in this area, but I'll keep an eye out for anything suspicious."

You lie down on one of the beds, trying to ignore the discomfort of the old mattress. The room is silent except for the sound of your breathing and the occasional creak of rusty springs as Hancock shifts his weight.

Eventually, you drift off to sleep. 

Your dreams are filled with images of the world before the apocalypse: people laughing, cars driving, stores filled with food, your old job and colleagues. You find yourself missing those simple things.

Suddenly, you are awoken by the sound of something.

It's not loud, but it's definitely not normal. You sit up, looking around the dark room, your eyes adapting to the scarce light, trying to figure out where it's coming from.

That's when you notice Hancock, his pants around his ankles. He's grunting and moaning softly as he thrusts his hips.

His hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking it furiously, and a wet sound fills the air with each thrust.

He's obviously jerking off.

You blush, feeling embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

Clearing your throat, you try to get Hancock's attention. "Uhm...Ehm... John?" you call him.

Hancock jumps at the sound of your voice, his hand going to hide something in his bag. He looks around wildly, then sees you sitting up on the bed. "Oh, uh... hey," he says sheepishly. "I didn't mean to wake you." 

You blush even deeper. "It's... it's alright," you manage to say. "I just... thought I should let you know I believe it's my turn to watch now." You try to sound casual, but you're not sure if you succeed.

You could set fire to the damn mattress.

Hancock nods, taking a deep breath. "Right. Yeah. Of course." He pulls up his pants, wincing as the movement causes his cock to brush against his clothes "Sorry about that. I guess I got a little...uhm carried away."

You can't help but be curious about what he hid. If he was not using his hand, what was he using?

"Uhm, no worries...does that feel good? What you were...using?" you ask, trying to sound normal about It.

It's Hancock's turn to blush.

"Well, I found this..." he says, holding up a fleshlight. "I didn't know what it was at first, but I figured it out pretty quick." He looks sheepish again. "It feels good, yeah."

You nod, unable to hide your interest any longer. "Do you..." You clear your throat. "Do you want to... show it to me?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. 

You know what a fleshlight is, even if you haven't ever seen one up close.

Hancock looks at you, surprise flickering across his features. "Uh... sure?" he says hesitantly.

He hands you the fleshlight, unsure of what to expect.

Taking it from him, you inspect it closely. It's soft and pliable, and filled with some sort of lubricant.

You hand it back to him, giving him a shy smile. "Why... don't you show me?"

The question slips from your brain to your mouth and you curse to yourself, that's not something you should ask a friend.

Hancock's eyes go wide and for a moment you fear he could push you away and simply insult you.

Then takes the fleshlight back, nodding.

He unfastens his pants again, letting out a content sight as he frees himself from the confinement of his now damp thigh underwear.

You can't take your eyes away from his length, even in the dim light of your Pip-boy, you see the size of it.

It's stupidly thick, not very long and scarred like the rest of his skin, and a part of your brain asks if that means he feels less or more than normal.

John positions the fleshlight over his cock, guiding it slowly onto his shaft. There's a wet, sucking sound as it seals around him, and he lets out a moan of pleasure. "Like that," he whispers, beginning to thrust up and down.

You watch, mesmerized by the sight of him using it. The fleshlight is designed to mimic the feel of a tight pussy, and it seems to be doing it wonderfully.

Hancock's hips move faster now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, that feels good," he mutters.

He looks over at you with glassy eyes "God, I wish..." His voice trails off as he bit his lip.

You decide to encourage him, to see where this goes. "Tell me what you wish," you whisper, reaching for his cheek and caressing it.

Hancock looks down, squeezing his eyes shut "I wish this was you" he confesses. 

Your heart skips more than a bit, and you swallow hard, maybe your ears are playing tricks on you, "You want it to be me?" You ask, incredulous.

His movements become more erratic. "God yes," he whimpers, looking at you this time. "I want to feel you around me, feel your tight..." He closes his eyes again, grinding against the fleshlight. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

You watch as his face contorts, his entire body tensing. "Cum for me," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Cum in there like you would cum inside me." 

Hancock's orgasm is sudden and powerful, his entire body jerking as he cries out.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shots into the fleshlight until it is so full of it that it runs down the edges, I drip it down his pants, leaving it slick and sticky. He collapses onto the bed, gasping for air.

After a few moments, he looks up at you. "I'm sorry," he says, both hands covering his face in shame. "I didn't mean to... to suggest anything like that."

You nod, your heart still racing from the hottest sight you ever witness, "It's okay," you say,

"It was just... a fantasy, I guess." You force a smile, trying to make it look casual. 

Hancock nods, sitting up and pulling himself together. "Well," he says, looking back at the fleshlight with guilt. "I guess I should clean this up." He stands up, awkwardly tucking himself away, and heads for a nearby bathroom.

You sit there on the bed, heart pounding in your chest, trying to make sense of what just happened. Was that real? Did he really want it to be you? And what does it mean, if he did?

As Hancock returns from the bathroom, he looks at you, his expression unreadable.

"Listen," he begins. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there. I shouldn't have... I mean, I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's okay, really," you say, forcing a smile. "We all have our fantasies... it's just something to make us go..." You hope the words sound convincing. "Let's just put it behind us, okay?"

Hancock nods slowly, but you can tell he's not convinced at all.

As the tension in the air begins to ease, you realize that your palms are sweaty. And the worst part? You can feel the wetness in your panties, and you're sure your pants are stained too.

You curse your body's betrayal, wishing you could make it go away. But as you sit there, you can see that Hancock has noticed as well.

His eyes flick down to your crotch, and then back up to meet yours. 

"You okay?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

"Yeah," you manage to choke out. "I'm fine."

Hancock hesitates for a moment, then moves closer to you. "You don't have to hide it," he whispers. "We've all been there."

"I...I know. This is not the right moment, tho" you lie to him.

There's something unspoken in John's eyes, you want to know what he's thinking as he sits next to you, and you understand he's asking for permission.

As his fingers slide beneath your pants and the fabric of your panties, you feel yourself trembling.

"A little help, mh?" He whispers in your ear "Like you did for me"

His touch is soft and gentle as he caresses you, you bite your lip and nod.

"It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to," he says.

It feels so good, you close your eyes, unable to resist the sensations any longer.

You grasp at the lapel of his redingote, pulling him towards you, your hands slip on his cheeks as you kiss him for the first time.

You grow wetter and more needy. Your hips begin to move on their own, searching for more contact against his hand. 

"John...more. More please" you whimper.

His fingers find your clit and circle it expertly. You cry out, your body arching, but it's not enough.

"Fuck," you gasp, your head spinning, and the room seems to shift. "I need more."

He pulls away, eyes locked on yours. "Want a toy?" he asks, "Because I...took some for you..."

Your mind reels as you process what he's just said, your body, however, has already decided.

It aches for release, for something more than just his hand on you.

You nod mutely, not able to speak.

He goes to his bag, pulling out a ridged glass dildo. He hands it to you, but you shake your head.

"No," you croak out, "You use it on me." The words are out before you can stop them, and you feel a flash of embarrassment wash over you.

But the need for release is too strong, and you find yourself throwing your pride out of the window.

With rapid motions, you remove your boots and clothes and return to the mattress.

You spread your legs some more, Hancock's eyes widen in surprise, but then he smirks and takes hold of the dildo, positioning it at your entrance.

"Nice and slow, sister." He murmurs against your lips.

Slowly, he pushes it inside you, and you moan at the sensation of being filled so completely.

He begins to thrust, aiming the dildo against your G-spot with each stroke. 

"Did you take... a ridged one because...?" you say between moans. 

Your eyes meet Hancock's, and you see the amusement in his gaze. "Because, It looks a little like mine, yes" He answers as he thrusts deeper, "I guess I liked the idea of you using it"

Your body is on fire, and as he continues to fuck you with the dildo, your orgasm building. You grip the mattress, digging your nails into the fabric as you feel yourself coming undone. 

Your hips buck up, meeting his thrusts, urging him on.

You cry out, your back arches and you throw your head back. Wave after wave of ecstasy curses through your body, making you tense tight around the toy.

A hot liquid spurts from your core, coating his hand and the bed beneath you.

John watches you in awe "Yes," he groans, "Like that." 

He doesn't stop, continuing to piston the toy inside you, he pushes deeper, harder, driving you over the edge again. 

You scream his name, your body arching off the bed, the pleasure too much to bear. 

As your muscles relax, he pulls the toy free, his fingers still coated in your fluids. 

He brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you, and a shudder runs through you at the realization of what you've just done.

Hancock's eyes meet yours for a moment, and then he leans in, pressing his lips to your folds. His tongue darts out, tasting you as he laps at your fluids. 

His tongue flicks and swirls, licking up every drop of your cum, leaving your skin slick and glistening with saliva.

"John," you gasp, the pleasure building within you once more.

"I love you," you whimper, your voice barely audible over the wet sounds he's making.

You're not entirely sure where the words come from, but as soon as they leave your lips, you feel a weight lift from your chest. 

They feel so right, like coming home from a long journey.

Hancock pauses for a moment, his eyes searching yours, he smiles, and then leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate, possessive kiss. 

As he kisses you, his hand finds its way back between your legs, stroking you gently, soothingly. 

When at last you pull away, gasping for air, Hancock's eyes are still fixed on yours. 

"I love you too," he whispers, his voice hoarse and raw. "I truly do." 

"Make love to me," you whisper, your voice shaking with emotion. "Please."

Hancock's expression softens, he pulls away, sitting up on the bed, and gently guides you into his lap. 

His hands move to your hips, steadying you as he lines himself up with your entrance. John looks up at you, searching your eyes for permission. 

He pushes inside you, slowly at first, then with more force when he finds you meet his thrusts. The air is filled with the slap of flesh against flesh, of the moans and grunts of pleasure.

"Oh God, John," you moan, arching your back as he hits your sweet spot over and over again. Your nails scrape down his back, and Hancock sadly knows they won't last for long.

He leans forward, capturing one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking hungrily as he fucks you.

"Is it...like you dreamed?" You ask, your breath hot against his neck.

Hancock groans, his hips moving faster "No," he growls, "It's better. God, you feel so good. So tight." He thrusts harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. 

You feel the familiar tightening in your abdomen, "Aah! John!" you cry out, your body tensing around him as your orgasm washes over you. 

Hancock follows close behind, his eyes rolling back in his head as he releases himself deep inside you, his hands tightening on your hips, holding you in place.

You can feel it, the warmth spreading as he fills you to the brim.

At last, he collapses forward, pressing his forehead against your shoulder and you hold him close, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heart against your skin. 

"Taking those sex toys wasn't a bad idea after all" you chuckle breathlessly.

Hancock, nuzzes his face into your neck. "No, it wasn't." His hands move up your back, caressing your shoulder blades. "But I don't think I'll ever need them again. Not as long as I have you."

It's romantic in some kind of way.

"Mh, not even that big vibrator?" You joke.

"Well, now that you mention it..." He grins playfully, his fingers teasing your skin. "Maybe there are one or two things I wouldn't mind trying with you." His voice lowers, becoming husky.

You smile, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "I'm sure we can." You gaze up at him, wondering if this is happening. 

It feels like a good dream, too good to be true. 

But as you look into his black eyes, you know that's more real than anything that happened in your life.

Hancock leans in, kissing you, his tongue slides against yours, and you sigh softly into his mouth.

You shift your weight and that's when you remember he's still inside you, not softening a bit.

"John..." You breathe, feeling the familiar ache beginning to build inside you once more. "I think I'm ready for round two." 

His eyes darken and he smiles, his hand moving to your hip, guiding you to lift your hips. He pulls out slowly, letting you feel the cold air on your slick skin only to pull you down fast.

"I think I can manage that," he says, grinning. 

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Notes: Sorry, this wasn't very long. I wrote it in an hour while waiting for my turn at my Doctor's clinic 😅

Should I write chapter 2?

[tiggyloo]

Okay guys hear me out ok ok ok

So if (when 🤞) we get The Krypto Episode, here's what I want to see. Here Is My Vision.

I want NO bad guys. NO fighting. I don't even want to see Superman's CAPE.

What I want is for this random ass uncollared dog to show up out of absolute NOWHERE and just start tailing Clark. And no matter what he does he just can't seem to shake off this dog. So he calls up Jimmy and Lois and is like hey, so, there's this weird dog and I don't know what to do about it.

I want them to take this dog to no less than three different shelters, but within MOMENTS of them dropping this dog off it's somehow back at Clark's side. And how the HELL is he DOING THAT

I want SHENANIGANS. I want SILLINESS. I want it to be the goofiest episode in the entire series.

After all that nonsense all three are walking in a park with this dog, trying to figure out what is going on and what to do with it, when the dog breaks into a full sprint after a squirrel and follows it UP A TREE. And while Clark, Jimmy, and Lois are trying to figure out how to safely get this dog out of the tree without using Clark's powers, the dog not only JUMPS OFF OF but then GLIDES DOWN FROM the branch it was on. And then just lands and sits on the ground all casual like in front of the group, wagging his tail happy as can be, and they're just staring at him, eyes wide and mouths agape

Okay is everyone still following along? Yes? Ok good

Now imagine this; this dog finally was able to lead the group to this crashed pod looking thing. They're looking around here, because if the dog led them here then it's gotta be where he came from right? So there's probably something here that can tell them about him.

And Clark ends up finding some things. A small red ball; a used-to-be squeaky toy; a little blanket. He picks them up, looks them over.

I want the ending to The Krypto Episode to be this giant emotional thing where Clark remembers. He remembers these toys. He remembers the dog that he would play with as a baby. He remembers the dog's name.

"Krypto" Clark says as he turns around to see the dog standing there, watching him, his tail still wagging. "Your name is Krypto" he says. "You're my dog."

[followthebluebell]

Hey, is a Bengal/Savannah Cat cross a bad idea? These seem like a horrible idea to me but admittedly I don't know much about cat breeds

ohhh yeah, it's a bad idea.

so, a lot of this is pretty anecdotal and also based on ONE bad breeder. A few years back, I was very, VERY lucky enough to foster several savannah x bengal crosses. One of the first things that struck me about the cats was how fucked up their reproductive systems are. My vets NEVER had so much trouble spaying cats. Even the youngest cat had a uterus full of cysts, and that's weird as fuck in a 4 month old kitten. Some of it COULD just be piss poor breeding and shit genetics, but I can't help but shake the feeling that maybe crossing three separate species into a single animal could fuck something up reproductively.

Tempe was the worst off. She ended up having a closed pyometra (infected uterus). She was 9 months old or something like that. Her surgery was a success, thankfully, but she required a SECOND one due to an infected stump that managed to hide somewhere. Apparently her uterus and ovaries were just a tangled mess.

Behaviorally, they were all a little off. Again, these were animals that came from a profoundly abusive/neglectful situation so some of it could be blamed on that. I don't want to go into details because it's deeply upsetting. Their former owners were charged and found guilty of animal abuse.

But I want to talk about the cats more.

Here's a cat bed. It's one of those like vaguely croissant shaped beds, with a little hidey hole inside. You can see an extra cat-installed hole. That wasn't an original feature. Tempe had a toy mouse, see, and it made little squeaky sounds. It was UNDER the bed.

She decided the most direct route was to go THROUGH the bed. She made this hole and started pulling out the stuffing in around three minutes.

This wasn't an isolated event. None of them were allowed typical cat toys, because they would be torn apart pretty quickly. They were provided with dog toys instead (even my own Saia is like this).

All of the hybrids tended to just... Go. They never really stopped to think about things. They just went from off to on in an instant. Most had resource guarding issues to work through as well (this isn't an uncommon savannah trait; Saia's missed most of it, unless she's stolen some chicken).

This extended to other animals, tbh. A dog got into the yard once. The cats were all safe in their enclosed catios, but you can imagine that they were all pretty upset. Most of the savannah x bengals were ready to throw down, though. There was just zero hesitation. Tempe once caught a bird through the bars of her catio.

Again, a lot of this could be blamed on really bad genetics, poor socialization background, and a slew of other things. But I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, mixing three species into one is a Bad Idea.

[pidgeyatto]

"I spent such a long time trying to convince myself that it'd be okay, but..." Even if he spent as much time as he did trying to convince himself, getting himself to actually believe it is another.

He sighs, as he turns his attention towards Hau, watching him for a moment as he plays with the feather on his necklace. He can't help but to grow curious, staring long, and a tad intently at the charm much longer than he intended to.

"...Is that... Is that from Zapdos?" He's able to identify the feather just with one quick look, to nobody's surprise. But he had never seen one up close.

At least, not in a long time.

@pidgeyatto continued from here:

"..." Hau allows the other to mentally digest the words, before Falkner replies. "You're welcome." They follow his example and sit down next to him on the bench, sighing quietly. "I know it's hard. To blame yourself, I mean. I still blame myself for lots of stuff..." Hau idly plays with the Zapdos-feather on his necklace charm as he stares out at the scenery for a bit, simply sitting there.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Night In

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~2k

Summary: You are left in charge when Wanda’s out of town

A/N: More little Nat adventures. Back to the silver springs AU for a bit! 

Warnings: Mostly fluff, mentions of strippers and homesickness. 

“Alright, Little Nat, it’s time for a bath and then bed!”

You watch as your daughter stops in her tracks and looks to you with a pout. She’d been chasing after Fletcher and Boone who were leading her on a very dizzying, treacherous race around the living room. Somehow they’d dodged all of the furniture and only Fletcher had knocked something over, but that was intentional, you were sure of it.

Your wife wasn’t home tonight. She and Pietro were visiting some friends that they used to work with. They had been gone for three days and they were not due back for a couple more which left you alone with your daughter. You had off today and tomorrow, but earlier in the week, Yelena and Nat had helped watch the toddler during the day while you worked. It had been going really well, and you loved the time you got to spend with Natalya, but you had forgotten how tiring it was to take care of four living beings by yourself.

“But Mooom!”

You shake your head to cut off the tantrum that you hear brewing before waving the brunette upstairs.

“No ‘buts’ Natalya. You can pick up your game tomorrow, and if you want, Fletcher or Rogue can sleep with you. How’s that sound?”

Nat’s still pouting, but she does want one of her pets to stay with her. She knows you left Boone out intentionally because he never slept in any one room. He couldn’t shake his habit of being a guard dog despite Wanda leaving her job behind, and Natalya had only tried to get him to stay in her room once. He’d whined for a full hour before she’d let him out and he��d just sat outside the door.

“Okay! I’ll go get ready.”

You watch with a smile as your daughter starts to head upstairs with Rogue by her side. The shepherd was getting older and was never as active as Boone, but he got along well with your daughter. You knew he’d hang out with her as she changed and chose her bedtime story which gave you time to finish cleaning up.

It was only a minute or two later when your phone beeps from your back pocket as you’re putting away the last dish. You dry off your hands before pulling it out to see who’s texted you. You’re not surprised to see that Wanda’s checking in and you smile as you read her text message.

How are my three girls and two boys?

You roll your eyes at this before you tell her that everything is fine and that it’s bath time. You make it up to Natalya’s room before Wanda responds, and you decide that you’ll just call her after so she can say goodnight to her daughter.

“Are you ready little one?”

By the time that the bath is filled with bubbles and random squeaky toys, Nat is yawning so you know this will be short. You smile as you help your daughter wash her hair and watch as she plays with the duck and the dog toys. You are reaching for a cup to rinse her hair when she turns around to shoot you a nervous look.

“Mom is coming home soon right?”

This was the first time that either you or Wanda weren’t home to tuck Nat in; at least while she could remember it. You missed a couple of nights when she was younger, and Wanda had had a couple of late night runs to visit her brother, but otherwise Nat always had her two moms to kiss her goodnight.

You nod with a small smile as you confirm that Wanda will be back soon. She better be.  

“Yes, honey, mom will be back in a couple of days. Then we can spend the whole weekend with her. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Nat smiles widely as she thinks of all the different things they could do together this weekend. She, like her mother, loves animals and the three of them frequented the zoo and the aquarium at any opportunity.

“We can go see the new Disney movie?!”

You laugh as you nod and pull the drain plug and help Nat stand up once she’s all finished. You grab her towel and as she raises her arms you pick her up and carry her to her room.

“Of course we can. Your mom will be so excited.”

Between the two of you, Wanda definitely didn’t like Disney as much as you did. You had introduced Natalya to all of the movies, starting with the least problematic which meant you skipped most of the older ones. Speaking of Wanda, you set Nat down and start to look for her pajamas as you mention your plan to call Wanda soon.

“How about we call mom and ask her before going to bed?”

“Yayy!”

Wanda and Pietro are sharing drinks with their friends when you call your wife. Wanda’s phone is in her pocket and she doesn’t feel it vibrate as she laughs at her friend’s joke. She misses your call and she orders another drink before her brother has to excuse himself when his phone rings.

The trip had gone well so far. Wanda was a little nervous about leaving her family for the first time ever and she was only a little eager to go home soon. She enjoyed seeing her friends after so long, but it wasn’t what she expected. She knew that she was excited to see the duo that had done so much for her over the years. She was glad that her brother wanted to go too, and they would have plenty of time to catch up and show them around. What she hadn’t been prepared for was missing her family as much as she did.

She knew it would be difficult to leave you after spending almost every day with you for the past four years. Not to mention, leaving her daughter at home for the first time for more than 24 hours was causing her to feel more homesick than she’d anticipated. If she wasn’t actively contributing to the conversation she was thinking about her daughter and how it must be close to her bed time by now. She wondered what story you were going to read her and which pet she’d chose to sleep with. She was secretly pleased that Natalya seemed to like Fletcher the best, but she did know that it didn’t really matter, and that her favorite changed every week.

“Wanda.”

Wanda looks up at the sound of her brother calling her, and she sees him holding out his phone to her. She frowns in confusion but doesn’t get to ask before Pietro fills her in.

“Your wife wants to know why you didn’t answer your phone. I told her you were with a stripper.”

Wanda scowls at her brother as she snatches his phone away and excuses herself from the table. She ventures toward the back of the bar to try and find a relatively quiet place to talk to you.

“Hey, detka. Sorry I didn’t hear my phone go off.”

She hears you laugh on the other end of the line before you speak up in a whisper.

“A stripper, really?”

Wanda groans under her breath as she shakes her head and escapes into a storage closet that she’s certainly not supposed to be in.

“No, Piet’s an idiot as always.”

You smile at this knowing it’s true before you look to your daughter who is practically bouncing up and down in her bed with excitement. You’d already read the brunette a bedtime story but she still wanted to call Wanda to say goodnight. When you tell her this, your wife’s heart melts a little and she smiles widely in anticipation.

“We can talk about that later, but for now Natalya wants to say goodnight.”

Wanda doesn’t have time to agree, not that you needed her to, before you hand your phone to Nat who grabs it eagerly.

“Hi Mommy!”

Nat nearly shouts this before the phone is even to her ear and both you and Wanda laugh in amusement. You listen as Nat talks to your wife for a few minutes before she starts to fall asleep as she listens to Wanda tell her about her time away.

“Hey milaya, how are you? I’ve missed you.”

You sit beside Nat’s bed and listen as Wanda asks about her day before telling her about her own. She just mentions spending time with friends that she’s had since her teens and then what her plans were for tomorrow.

“You’ll come home soon though?”

Wanda nods at this before mentioning her plan to come home a little earlier than expected. You’re glad to hear this because despite loving your time with Little Nat, you miss your wife. You’d love to have them both home with you. 

“Yes, I promise. I’m leaving tomorrow night and should be home when you wake up Friday.”

Nat falls asleep a little while later and you just take the phone that she’d laid on her pillow beside her head. You tuck your daughter in and kiss her forehead before turning off the light and shutting the door behind you.

“She fell asleep?”

“Yes, she had a busy day chasing her dogs and trying to follow Fletcher onto the counters.”

Wanda groans at the thought of this and you have to suppress the urge to laugh. When Natalya was old enough to understand that Fletcher was soft and sometimes cuddly, she tried to follow her around for snuggles. The cat would sometimes humor her, but most of the time she’d wander off and go somewhere that Nat couldn’t reach her. A good example of this was on the counters in the kitchen. This way she could get food and be free from the grabby toddler hands.

“She didn’t actually do it, did she?”

You shake your head with a laugh before telling Wanda that the most Nat had done was try to climb on one of the chairs at the counter. Her plan had been to reach the counters to follow Fletcher, but luckily you’d stopped her before she’d even got on the chair. You, like Wanda, had wanted to avoid the hospital visit that resulted when Nat ran into the counter and hit her head when she tried and failed to jump like her cat.

“She’s so cute, but she’s reckless like you, detka.”

You roll your eyes at this as you go downstairs to check on your dogs and let them out for a quick walk.

“Yeah right. I’m not the one at a strip club with her brother .”

Wanda groans at the thought because she would truly never do this. Not only did strip clubs not hold any appeal for her and she doubted they ever would, but she would never go with her brother. She didn’t even want to think about her brother in that kind of setting. The only person that she’d possibly go to a place like that with would be you. However, those would need to be very special circumstances that she wouldn’t think about right now.

“Ew, I don’t want to think about that, Y/n.”

You laugh before walking out onto the deck and watching as the two dogs wander out into the yard. It’s not too late out, but the moon is high in the sky and you sigh happily. You wish it was Thursday night so your wife would be on her way home now. You’re glad she’s having fun, but you would like her to come home now.

“I’ll take your word for it, love, but hurry up and come home soon. We miss you.”

Wanda smiles as she decides that she’s hidden in this closet for long enough. It’s getting louder outside and she knows that it’s only a matter of time until someone stumbles across her. She nods more to herself than you before she opens the door and heads back to her brother.

“Yes ma’am.”

Masterlist

[fluffle-writes]

I wanna. Pick them up in my mouth and shake 'em around like a dog obliterating a squeaky toy

[specialgradefckr]

Heyyo! I'm usually just a lurker, but your Heatwave series has been absolutely incredible and I had to write in. I'm not usually an ABO fan, but you are rapidly changing my mind. Started with the Yuuta/Rika piece and loved your characterization of that sad eyed dude. Sweet and mostly passive while also being fully aware of reader-chan's BS.

Day 4 tho??? 🥵🔥🥵 I'm a more recent Gojo convert and oh my stars, "...you think for a moment he sounds like a dog toy. You think you want to make him your dog toy." Arrogant, but also whiney and pathetic Gojo really hits for me. The Pining? Phenomenal.

Just wanted to gas you up a bit and let you know what an excellent writer you are. Totally looking forward to the rest of the Heatwave series and whatever else your big brain cooks up in the future! 😊

wanted to gas you up a bit

awwhhhhHHh THANK YOUUUU 🥺 i super appreciate it!!!

honestly i started this blog recently and i've been trying not to compare the numbers but sometimes i get discouraged, you know? like, i AM doing it for the art (i knew day 3 was not gonna get a lot of love) but i'm posting it bc it makes me happy to see people enjoying it.

it's super encouraging to hear from you (and all the others who leave comments or reblog etc.) that my work is doing well.

i'm trying to be more critical of my own writing, fix things i don't like about it, and sometimes i need a reminder that it's still worthwhile and enjoyable to read even when i feel like it could have been better.

I've been writing like? All 10 of the Heatwave prompts concurrently, and while it means I have all of them drafted and partly written rn, it also means I switch between them a lot.

Inevitably I start to kinda. Lose the plot sometimes of a scene I'm trying to write skdfhglsdhg like the intro to the Yuta fic was SOOOO long actually and it was rambling about social phenomena with alphas, basically the omegaverse version of red pill dudes LMAOOO

and that was also supposed to lead in to like. the idea of what a REAL alpha is. the non-gendered values of leadership, protectiveness, and actually being sensitive to the thoughts and feelings of people around them (a crucial trait for someone in a leadership position).

and yuta fits those things SO WELL. he is CONSTANTLY worried about the people around them, how they feel and what they think. he admires the shit out of his classmates who like, tried to attack him when they first met fghskjdfgh. he wants to protect them but he never looks down on them.

later in the manga we see that yuta's consideration and empathy isn't just for his classmates. he cares a lot even for people who are very capable of protecting themselves - he cares about their feelings.

so i just knew like. yuta and tsundere reader. yuta who can see though your fussiness because he's always been perceptive.

yuta who thinks you're hot bc he has a constant boner for strong women but also has a deep yearning to see you be honest and vulnerable with him, and goes feral for it.

yuta who you can be vulnerable with because you know him and his gentle smile, his kind words, how he looks up to you even though he's a special grade and stronger than you'll ever be,, hhhh....

but yeah anyways. *grasps you and shakes you by the shoulder* GOJO. GOJO SATORU BEING HIS PATHETIC NEEDY SELF. GOJO BEING YOUR SQUEAKY TOY AND LOVING EVERY SECOND OF IT -

tmi but "fuck me until i sound like a dog toy" is actually something a previous partner said to me??? i've never been much of a top but hearing that just kinda had me... hsdfgjhdsg HHHHHH

i think a major part of gojo's appeal is how he can be arrogant and pretty AND sultry all at once. there's something utterly delicious about a slutty confident man who is also crying screaming throwing up for you to let him put it in you skdhflsdhg

next heatwave fic is sdkfgsdlhgshg uhhhHHhh different from the ones you have read, it's a yandere piece with gojo and geto.

After that it's another gojo piece i think you'll REALLY like >.> masochist!gojo is a favorite headcanon of mine and i was actually super hyped writing some of the smut there so far hehe.

glad you've enjoyed so far! more to come for sure ;)

[bigheartlittlelies]

Bites John Doe and shakes them around like a dog with a squeaky toy

[brainrot-stitch]

(BITES THEM AND SHAKES THEM AROUND LIKE A DOG WITH A SQUEAKY TOY)