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Let Me In ~ Doppelgänger Francis Mosses/The Milkman x Female Reader

Chapter 7

Word Count ~ 3.9k

Rating ~ Explicit

CW ~ minor mention of blood and gore, sexual content

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You are walking the yard surrounding your home in early August.

Francis Mosses’ doppelgänger is beside you, his fingers laced with yours as the pair of you leisurely stroll. You love mornings like this. Lazy weekends when you shut the rest of the world out. There is just this, this safe haven you’ve created, away from the city where the invaders seek to gain entry and conquer, where the humans continue to try to see past the lies standing right before them, the deceivers and pretenders like the one whose hand you’re clutching now so tenderly. Except he isn’t like the others; nothing like any of them. He is yours, and you are his. There is nothing else like this phenomenon, what you have with him.

The blackberry bushes lining the picket fence are heavy with fruit, the plump, deep black specimens dull skinned, ripe and ready to be plucked.

“So many of them,” the copycat murmurs, halting beside you as your pace slows and pauses, contemplating the sight of those heavily laden shrubs.

You nod. “My grandparents used to make jam from them. I can remember spreading it on pancakes on Sunday mornings.”

“Do you still recall how to make the jam?”

“Yes. It’s not difficult. Just a bit time consuming. A lot of prep work.”

“We have the whole day. Want to try?”

“Really? You want to?”

“It sounds pleasant.” He tugs you gently towards him. “Everything with you is.” His lips meet yours, warm as the summer sun heating you through the button front dress you’re wearing.

“We need something to gather them in.”

“Will this do?” He reaches for the fabric of your dress about halfway down the skirt portion, lifting the loose material until it forms a kind of scooped makeshift basket.

“That’s what my grandmother did with her apron. Yes, this will do.” You reach for the handfuls he’s gathered, keeping the improvised bowl in place. “Only pick the ones that are black. No purple or red, they’re not ripe. Nothing shiny. Only the dull ones. They should come off fairly easily. If you have to pull too much, they’re not ready.”

The imposter milkman follows your directions and the dip in the fabric you’re clutching is soon full. It is a little awkward walking up the porch steps, balancing the unfamiliar weight at your front. There are stains on his fingers, on your dress as you dump the gathered berries into the colander he grabs from the cupboard for you, followed by a mixing bowl, anything he can find to relieve you of your burden. Overzealous in the picking, perhaps, but you don’t mind. The excessive berries would just have gone to waste otherwise, more than even your wildlife neighbors could indulge in.

“You should get used to having extra weight around your middle,” he murmurs against your ear. Still persisting in the notion of having a baby with you. The previous month had ended with your menses. You’ve no idea if it’s even possible to create a new life with the doppelgänger. You’re still conflicted about it. Afraid for its life, for yours and Francis’. But you can imagine the face. As a toddler. Convinced somehow it would be a boy. Identical in every way to his father. A father as devoted to him as he is to you. The child clinging to your side, standing in those same fields near the house in summer, looking at the world around him with those dark eyes that are unshadowed, not yet tired like his parent’s. Soft brown hair. Human, because you won’t let yourself imagine anything else; refuse to concede that it would be part doppel as well. “I can’t wait,” he says, his arms enfolding you from behind, your hands settling on his, the quartet all resting over your abdomen.

You smile, leaning your weight against his chest for a few moments before reaching for the faucet. It was time to rinse the harvest, removing the stray leaf or stem here and there. You fill a pan with water to boil to sterilize the lids of the mason jars. There are a set of them under the sink. The glass portion needs to be similarly treated. It will be hot in the kitchen with the stovetop working so hard. You lean and lift the window behind the sink a little higher, hoping for any sign of a breeze.

“Go pick out a record to play.” A new tradition. You let your lover choose the music, discovering what he likes best. Perhaps some of Francis’ favorites. Some for the invader alone. You cherish both selections equally.

The man and the doppel themselves; that is something your conscience has struggled with for many weeks now. You think you will always love Francis. But you love the new creature inhabiting his form, too. More and more with each passing day.

The music begins and you smile to yourself. Al Bowlly. Something from two decades ago, but a timeless classic. One of the records your mother had left behind when she’d moved to the city, inherited from your grandparents. You were long overdue for a visit to your mother and father. You’d received a letter not that long ago. Still safe. It was a worry that gnawed at you. One of the reasons you’d joined the DDD in the first place. Wanting to protect your family, the people you love.

The very thought of you and I forget to do

The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do

You spread a tea towel on the counter. The jars will air dry there after you’ve finished preparing them.

I'm living in a kind of daydream and I'm happy as a king

And foolish though it may seem, why to me that's everything

“How am I meant to not want to dance with you when this is playing?” Your partner’s lips graze the nape of your neck softly, his hands on your waist.

The mere idea of you, the longing here for you

You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you

You smile again. A gesture that comes so easily when the imposter is around you. “After. You wanted to make jam, remember?”

“I want to make a lot of things,” he murmurs beside your cheek, his nose nudging aside a stray piece of hair that’s come free from where you’d pinned it up, mouth now on the patch of skin he’s cleared.

“Francis!” You giggle, playfully squirming in his arms. You aren’t really trying to get away. “I need your help. Use those muscles of yours and pulverize the berries. The potato masher is in the second drawer there.”

I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above

It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love

He rolls up his sleeves, beginning to crush the fruit while you gather the measuring cups and sugar.

“I know it’s equal parts berries and sugar. Three minutes to boil? And then another three after the sugar’s been added. Oh, I need the whisk, too. And one of the larger spoons to stir. Yes, that one, thank you.” Francis’ copy hands you the culinary tools you’re searching for, retrieved from the same drawer the masher had been in.

Speaking of which, he’s done a great job with the blackberries, making short work of them. For a brief second your mind teases an imagining of something far less pleasant being ground down like that, pulped human flesh, the gore that is left behind when a doppel feasts on a human. Your grip on the spoon tightens until it’s white knuckled and you force yourself to relax. You’re with him, the one that you love, that adores you. Your home. With the beautiful crooned words of longing issuing from the turntable in the background. Those horrors do not exist here. “Those look perfect. I think that’s maybe around six cups’ worth. But we’ll measure.”

Your estimate of the mixture volume proves fairly accurate. You begin stirring the berries in the stainless steel cook pot, watching the seeded dark red mixture begin to bubble, keeping an eye on the clock on the wall. The doppel is at the sink, already washing the used bowls and tools.

It’s time to add the sugar. You stir it in, once again timing your task, finally deeming the developing jam ready to be removed from the heat of the burner, switching the knob for the pilot light off as you move the pot to an unused burner.

You can feel the perspiration beading on your forehead as you whisk the heated fledgling fruit spread. Nearly there. Your strokes with the thin wired tool were releasing the natural pectin in the berries now. After that it was just a matter of filling and sealing the jars.

“What’s next? What can I do to help?” The doppelgänger asks, resting a hand on your lower back, where the heat lingers, making the dress cling damply to your skin.

“I think this is actually just about ready to start pouring.”

He turns over the mason jars that had been resting upside down over the tea towel to air dry, lining them up on the counter. You transfer small batches of the jam to a batter bowl, making it easier to fill each jar without spilling. A lot of dishes being used for this. Funny how you didn’t remember that part from childhood. Just the fun of making it with your grandmother.

The replicant screws the last of the lids on. The jam looks so inviting. You can’t wait to spread it on some toast with some butter after it’s had a day or two to set. Maybe just one day. You were really craving it now.

“It’s hot,” the imposter says, dragging a hand across his forehead. “I’m ready to head back into the tub after that.”

You like the idea of that yourself. “You should.”

“Coming with me?”

“I was hoping for an invitation.”

He kisses you and you taste the salt of his perspiration. “You look a little flushed. We definitely need to go cool down. And then heat up again.”

“Francis, you’re impossible. Go get the water running. I’ll finish cleaning up here.”

“It’ll be faster with both of us working together.”

You won’t argue with that, allowing him to assist you. Munching on some leftover blackberries as you work side by side. The last of the dishes done. Everything put away. Shutting off the record player on your way to the stairs. His hands work on the buttons of your dress after you’ve turned on the faucet to fill the tub. You loosen his belt. Shove the hem of his undershirt upward after he’s removed the outer layer. He reaches between his shoulders and pulls it free. You kiss the dip between his pectoral muscles lightly covered with dark hair. Suddenly finding yourself hungry for him.

“Should we wait on the bath for after?” he suggests.

“Yes. Definitely.” You switch the faucet off hurriedly, turning your attention back to him. He’s already entering the bedroom. The temperature in this room is hotter than it had been in the kitchen. No fresh breeze coming in through either of the windows. Just that stifling humidity. It needed to rain.

Undergarments removed. He kisses your bare shoulder, humming the song that had been playing the previous evening, when he’d met you at your front door, the start of your weekend together.

Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

You sit down on the edge of the bed. A hand rests on your thigh as he kneels down. Fingers stained from some of the berry juice, garnet and magenta smudges along cuticles and nail beds. Your hand sinks into the hair you’d trimmed recently, finding it’s already growing long again. You bend to kiss his mouth and he tastes like the fruit, like summer itself, warm and fresh and sweet.

He leans to kiss the breasts that will one day bear the nutrition to feed your child, if it was ever meant to be, sucking gently, each nipple responding to that sensation, rising and hardening, the melody of that love song still emerging all the while.

Blue Moon, you knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for

Someone I really could care for

Then he is between your thighs, every kiss still languid, drowsy, a leisurely summer afternoon gifted in each touch of his lips on your skin. Caressing your legs, the limbs that part to receive him. Gentle kisses on those nether lips, still humming, sending little vibrations into your body.

And then there suddenly appeared before me

The only one my arms will ever hold

I heard somebody whisper, "Please adore me"

And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold

His tongue strokes your clit and you lean back slightly, hands sinking into the mattress, arms braced to either side. His hands curl around your thighs and he sups at your sex, the pace still unhurried, easing you along into pleasure. Delving into your entrance, rolling the taste of you on his tongue before sweeping through the petals back to your bud, massaging it from side to side, up and down, pausing every now and again to plant a kiss on your mound or thigh, suckling the bundle of nerve endings and then dipping back into your canal in short, gentle little thrusts, the tune nearing its end, reaching the final verses, but yours have just started, that thrumming he sends through you, deep inside, an echoing response in your core.

Blue Moon, now I'm no longer alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

You let your weight rest on one hand so you can touch his hair again, meet the gaze of those dark eyes watching you, those depthless pools of desire you get lost in, drowning, a tide that washes you away into your release against his mouth.

You're sweating profusely now, damp inside and out as you scoot yourself back to the center of the bed, making room for your companion to join you.

There is always the little surprised sounding moan when he first enters you, as if he’s forgotten that feeling, rediscovering it each time his cock pierces your pussy. His hips roll against you in slow, lazy thrusts. He combs your damp hair back from your face, hair that has completely fallen loose, natural. He kisses your forehead and cheeks and lips, your jaw and throat and ear lobes.

“I love you,” he breathes against your neck. His voice sounds raw, full of emotion.

“I love you, Francis.” You grind up against his damp body.

His face hovers above yours. “Marry me.” You gasp as he grabs one of your thighs and rocks forward, pushing deep inside of you. “Marry me, be my wife. Stay with me always.”

Your heart pounds. To be joined with him like that. The mark on your arm only a faint pink line now. The traces of the bite completely disappeared. He wanted to put a ring on your finger. Everyone would know, then. There would be no concealing it.

“Be the mother of my children. Be mine forever.”

“Francis…”

“Please.”

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“I am happy. Happier than I’ve ever been. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you,” you add softly.

A heavy sigh as his body moves against yours, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. “My love, my only, mine.” His pelvis knocks against yours faster now. Your knees tightly embrace his ribs. Every part of skin your lips touch taste of salt. His hair is darker, saturated with sweat, the tendrils clinging damply to his forehead. A drop slides from his nose and pools between your lips. The arms bracing his weight near your face are trembling. So close to the edge of bliss.

“Love,” he gasps.

“Yes,” you answer, and he spills into you, filling your womb with his seed.

***

You sit inside the bathtub between the doppel’s legs, resting back against his chest.

“Close your eyes,” he instructs, and you obey, hearing something being lifted from that basin of water. The wash cloth, you realize, feeling the cool liquid dripping onto you hair, sliding down over your heated face. Repeating until your hair is thoroughly drenched in the bath water, his fingers slicking back those wet tresses, smoothing over your eyes, your cheeks, curling beneath your chin and lifting your face so that he can kiss you. Your eyes open and you see him smiling. “Better?”

“Much.”

“Good.” A rumble of thunder in the distance. Finally, the rain was coming. “Will we lose the power again, do you think?”

“Maybe. Wouldn’t be so terrible, though, would it? Just being here in the dark together.”

“Not at all. I have fond memories of doing that very thing.” He kisses you again and your stroke the damp cloth over his forearms. “I am going to get you a ring, you know. Propose properly.”

“I know.” You lift his left hand and kiss it. “We should tell my parents. Visit.”

“You want me to meet them?”

“Why not? They’ll be your in laws. The grandparents of your children.”

“Hmmm,” he hums. “We will need someone to watch the little ones. When it’s time to make more…”

“How many are you planning on?”

“I don’t know. There’s no specific number. I just want it. Badly.”

“I know you do. I do, too.”

“You’re still scared.”

“Yes.”

“I won’t let anyone harm you. You, or the children. However many there are.”

“I know you’ll be a good father. A good husband.”

His arms tighten around you. “You are my perfect everything.”

***

You do not lose the power that evening.

There is light for your repast at the kitchen table. Still too soon to indulge in the fruits of your earlier labors—pun intended—and neither of you want to heat up the house again using the stove, so you have a simple meal of bread, cheese, grapes, and iced tea, listening to the storm outside, this one much calmer than the last, starting to write a letter back to your parents, beginning with the exciting news of your engagement.

“Do you think your parents will like me?”

You pop a few grapes into your mouth. “Yes. My mom is very similar in personality to me. My dad maybe a little gruffer, but he’ll soften with time. Especially when he sees how well you treat me. He’d probably like it if you asked his permission first. Just as a courtesy. A formality.”

Francis’ copy slices another piece of cheddar free from the block, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. “What are you going to tell them about us, exactly?”

“Just that we met while I was working. You’re a resident in the building. The truth, you know.”

“But that’s not the whole story.”

You set your pen down. “I can’t tell them what you are. You know that.”

“Of course not. I’m just…wondering what to say. Or what not to say. How to behave.”

You lift the writing utensil again but don’t use it, merely holding it between your fingers. “Just be you.”

He looks over the top of his glass as you resume writing, neat cursive script filling the page. “Don’t forget to mention how handsome I am.”

“Hush, you.” You smirk, tossing one of the crumpled rough drafts at him and he easily catches it, returning your smile.

“And that I’m a good dancer.”

“You are a great dancer,” you concede, pausing again to tear off another piece of bread.

“We didn’t get to dance earlier.”

“We sort of did.”

His eyebrows lift. “I’ve corrupted you. That’s the sort of innuendo I’d deliver.”

“Speaking of which. No talking about wanting kids when we visit with my parents, at least not yet. They’re against premarital sex. Society doesn’t favor unwed women and it certainly doesn’t favor women who are unwed and pregnant. It’s because of the war. The need to repopulate, our purpose to create more soldiers.”

“We’re engaged, though.”

��Yes. But still not married.”

“I don’t want our children fighting in a war,” he says solemnly.

“Neither do I.” You pause, hesitating midway through writing again. “We are at war already. They’ll be born into it, just by the very nature of who they are. What they are.” You sigh, setting down the pen. The letter could wait for now. You don’t like the dark look on the features of the replicant sitting across from you.

“Come on. I owe you a dance.” You rise, reaching for the doppel’s hands and he allows himself to be tugged to his feet. “Go choose a record for us, my love.”

You clear the table while he rummages through the sleeved recordings. You leave the letter where it is. You’ll finish it in the morning, drop it off on your way to work Monday. At least there was one more day of this relaxed comfort, before you had to go back to the reality of the DDD.

You join your fiancé in the living room, positioning yourself with your dance partner, smiling as you recognize the song that starts to play.

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seek

When we're out together, dancing cheek to cheek

“Fred Astaire, singing to Ginger Rogers. Another classic. This song was from the musical Top Hat. A big hit on the music charts.”

The doppel is silent, his hand warm against your waist, the other clasping your hand as you step and sway in a small circle.

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And the cares that hung around me through the week

Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak

When we're out together, dancing cheek to cheek

“My mom loves that movie. You’ll curry some favor if you mention it. We’ll have to watch it together. The movie house downtown plays classics on Sunday nights. I’m babbling, aren’t I?” Two more verses of the song have already passed by.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind. We should go. I’ll take you.”

“A real date.”

“Yes, a real date.”

You grin, nuzzling his jaw. “I look forward to it.”

Dance with me. I want my arms about you

The charms about you

Will carry me through to

“I like making you happy.” He draws back to look at your features. “I want your parents to like me. I know it’s important to you. It’s important to me, too.”

“They’ll love you,” you say softly. “How could they possibly not?”

“Because…”

“No.” You release his shoulder, resting a finger against his lips. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, and that’s all that matters. I love you. You, inside of this man.” Your hand cups his cheek. “I’ve been calling you Francis all along. I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s…not something you could ever pronounce. The differences in language…”

“I’ll do my best to learn.”

“Sweetheart. Call me Francis. That’s who I am now. Your Francis. Yours.” He kisses you, and you become lost in the feel of it, in the sound of the needle of the record player tapping restlessly now that the song has finished, in the lullaby of the soft patter of the rain outside.

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Seventeen as dads part 2

Seventeen as Dads Part 1 Seventeen Masterlist

→Choi SeungCheol

“Appa, are you hurt?” Siah gets on Seungcheols back as your husband laid on the couch. He just groans in response.

He had gotten drunk the night before and had a horrible hangover happening.

“Don’t worry, I’ll treat you” Siah, the older child says and rushed to her room to bring out her doctors kit.

Cheol manages to open his eyes, but his head still throbbing.

Siah walks into the living room with a toy stethoscope around her little neck and a toy injection in the other hand.

Cheol sees his baby bringing all her doctor toys to him and chuckles. “Are you here to take care of me doctor?”

“I will fix you” she says. “Where does it hurt?”

A smiling cheol points to his forehead. “Here doctor”

She takes the toy injection in the other hand and directly puts it on his forehead. This makes seungcheol laugh. “Thank you doctor, you’re so nice”

→Yoon Jeonghan

“Catch it, catch it” Jeonghan pulls at the rod, with the fish flapping as soon as its out of water.

The fish accidentally slap your 4 year old son in the face. “It's slippery” he says trying his best to catch the fish. Everytime the fish is in his hands, the next second it slips out. You watch on the whole spectacle laughing.

After the boys are done catching 2 fish, your boys rushed to show you.

“Now we eat them” jeonghan says

Horror spread across the 4 year old boys face. He immediately starts whining as jeonghan laughs.

“We can’t eat them, theyre our friends!” The little one yells at his dad.

“Tell him!” He also yells at you to defend him as he cries.

“What do we eat then now? Aren’t you hungry?” Jeonghan asks him touching his sons belly.

“No!” The baby says with every conviction in him.

“What do we do with these fish?”

“Take them back home and raise them”

“They’re already dead”

This earns your husband a playful smack to his arm. “Don’t say that” as both of you try to stifle giggles.

→Hong Joshua

“Happy Birthday Dojoonie” your husband, Joshua, wishes his elder son who turned 6 today.

Little did he know, he had a Surprise waiting for him outside in the yard.

"We have a surprise waiting for you outside" you tell him and his little legs rush to take him to the front yard.

"No way" He screams in excitement.

It was a toy car that he could drive.

"Hey, Hey, mister, safe driving only" you say as he gets on the car.

He drives exactly like Joshua. You giggle at that. "He has the same driving face as you" you say to Joshua looking at your son driving away.

"I don't have a driving face" he defends.

"You do!" and you mimic the face he makes while he concentrates on driving.

"He's learning everything from me" Joshua exclaims.

"Im glad, you're a wonderful man Joshua"

"Thank you for saying that, darling" he says wrapping his hand around your torso while you look at your son not braking in time and crashing.

"And thats a crash" you say and both of you rush to him to do damage control.

→Wen JunHui

"It won't hurt, I promise"

Your son is wailing and hiccuping through his sobs, he is terrified of his tooth falling. It's his first milk tooth and that tooth has been dangling for 2 weeks now.

He has a birthday party to attend and he wants to eat everything and anything but the tooth won't let him. So Jun came up with a solid idea of pulling it out himself. As much as I am against it, you kid really wants it taken out but is also scared of it.

"See, we're going to tie this tooth to this floss and the other end to the door handle okay? then you can push the door shut when you're ready, the tooth will fall out" your husband calmly explains.

The boy looks terrified.

"It won't hurt, promise" he says.

Your son holds your hand tight as Jun ties the floss to the door.

"3" his grip on your hand tightens.

"2" his jaw clenches.

"1"

your son kicks the door and the tooth comes out in one swift motion. Your son is ecstatic as he rushed to your side to hug you.

"I did it mama"

"You did, my sweet boy, now you can eat all the hard candies you want at Dojoon's birthday!" you say and he smiles at you front tooth missing, You giggle at his missing tooth.

"What about daddy, I did all the heavy lifting" Jun sulks.

→Kwon Hoshi

Your son jiho has been climbing everything he can reach, he's at that age where his feet are faster than his body. This time he was climbing the kitchen counter making steps out of the drawers. Its dangerous.

"soonyoung, he's been climbing everything, we need to change in child safety on the drawers, it's all broken now"

"I'll get them on the way back from work tomorrow"

Soonyoung sits in front of Jiho with a tiger soft toy, Jiho's favourite.

Soonyoung pretends to voice the tiger and starts talking to jiho.

"Jiho, its me, your favourite tiger, your dad can't hear us"

This snaps Jiho's attention to the tiger. He smiles at the tiger and says the cutest hi.

"Your dad told me you've been climbing chairs and drawers, you shouldn't do that, it is dangerous"

"dangers?"

"yes, dangerous, you could fall and give yourself a ouchie then the doctor will give you an injection"

"no injection"

"You shouldn't climb"

"I'll go now" soonyoung says to jiho in the tiger voice.

"Tiger told me not to climb" he tells his dad immediately.

"It speaks?"

"Only I can hear him, he's my best friend that's why"

"Is that so?"

"Yes"

→Jeon Wonwoo

"Daddy its torn, its torn" your 4 year old comes to you and your husband in the living room talking about his day.

"What's torn honey?" you ask looking down at her. Your daughter holds up Ms. Kiki.

Your sweet sweet baby girl, Min ju, had this one teddy bear she carried around everywhere. Ms. Kiki. It was her emotional support soft toy. She'd bring it to trips, to restaurants and even to the doctors, where she needed it the most.

"Ms. Kiki" she was bawling her eyes out. Wonwoo takes her in his lap. You inspect the tear, it was just a tear on the stitch, a few hand stitches should do the trick.

"Can I do it after I come back?" you had to head out to a meeting in some time.

she starts to whine a little again.

"Daddy will do it" wonwoo chimes and she becomes happy again.

"Ill fetch you the sewing kit, just stitch it here," you tell him showing him where.

The father daughter duo sit side by side, as Minju waits for her dad to sew it slowly.

he pricks himself with the needle the first try and hisses.

"Does it hurt daddy?" Min ju asks.

"Not it doesn't its a pinch" he says and continues sewing while you change into your work clothes.

"After 5 minutes he was done. "Tada!" wonwoo holds up the bear to minju, she was ecstatic.

You were ready to go and stopped by wonwoo to see what he did, and he did a pretty good job.

"Good job!" you praise him.

"Daddy is the bear doctor"

"Bear doctor sounds like a great title"

→Lee Jihoon

You had come to visit Woozi's studio with your 3 year old Daughter Jia, Jihoon wanted to show her his new studio with a lot of lights, he thought the baby would enjoy it.

The light projecting stars and colourful galaxies, he called it the universe factory. Quite a cute name. He was the hottest looking man when he was in his studio focusing and working. One of the reasons you fell for him.

"So? How do you like it?" he asks.

"It looks beautiful, it's so pretty" looking up in wonder.

Your baby, Jia also is looking up adoring the roof and pointing to the stars she sees.

"Stars!"

"So pretty" your child mumbles.

Your daughter now was in his lap, pushing all buttons possible and some beats and sound start to come out of the speakers. Almost like she was making music herself.

"She seems like a natural" he says to her and takes her off the keys before she deletes important files.

"A few years, she'll come for your job Mr. producer"

→Lee Dokyeom

"It's mommy birthday so we're going to bake a cake, but you have to promise me princess you're not going to eat the cake before that" Dokyeom sternly but the 2 year old babbling baby only looks up to see her boba eyes staring at him.

"You're too cute to scold" he says and starts making the cake.

Midway through the icing, Dokyeom was too focus on making the icing, he didn't realise the other side of the icing on the cake was getting eaten, little by little.

Your daughter's little fingers had swiped away at the icing one by one making a big icing mine in the cake. The back of the cake was eaten and ruined, but Dokyeom could not get angry at her. She looked too cute with icing all over her face.

"Here's a strawberry" Dokyeom tells her and hands her a strawberry to eat while he tries to save the cake.

"Finally done, you think mom would like it?" Dokyeom holds the cake to his toddler. "mmh" she hums to the strawberry she had in hand.

You had just returned from a long day of work, all you wanted was to cuddle your two main babies and go to sleep.

You come back to a dark living room and a startling noise.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday Baby!" Dokyeom says with your precious daughter in his arms and a strawberry cake.

"What's with the cake?" you ask looking up at him, then realising your little princess probably ate while making it.

Her hands held a half eaten strawberry as you take her from your husband and shower her with kisses.

"What about me!" Dokyeom sulks and you shower him with kisses too.

"Best Birthday ever"

→Kim Mingyu

Bora haas been wanting a make up set like you have for ages. Mingyu promised to get her a kids make up set on the way back from work today, and he did.

Bora was so excited she started to jump around the living room.

It was a cute toy, with a mirror and brushes and everything. You just hoped it's goes okay on her skin and doesn't damage it.

"Thank you! Thank you!" her little frame hugs Mingyu.

She opens the kit and gets everything out.

"Appa, do you want to be the first customer of my salon?" she says.

He pretends to be a customer. "Hello, I would like a make over please" he says in a fake customer voice that makes your daughter giggle.

She happily obliges and puts this towel in his collar for his shirt. Quite thoughtful.

Bora roughly brushes over his face with some powder from the kit, being careful with it ends up going into mingyu's mouth and he blows raspberries to get it out.

"What kind of a salon is this?" he says giggling. Bora only laughs.

She finishes her masterpiece with a lipstick on her dad's face. a little over drawn but cute nevertheless.

"Tada!" she says as she holds up the mirror to his face.

"Do you feel beautiful daddy?"

"I feel so beautiful baby" he says and Bora runs to her room to bring one of her play wigs to put on her dad's head.

It was a golden bright wig with pigtails to complete the look.

You sneakily take a picture on your phone as you laugh.

Bora laughs too. "Daddy you look like a clown"

This comment makes you laugh even more coming from your daughter.

"Let's go mommy next!" Mingyu suggests with playful evil eyes and you almost run away before mingyu could catch you.

→Xu Minghao

"Daddy, it's tea time, cmon! cmon!" your younger daughter grabs your husbands hand and drags him to her room.

"Why am I not invited?" you pout.

"it's only for daddy"

She's seen Minghao do his tea ceremony often. He stopped a while before, but once your daughter was born, Minghao and your daughter started play dates where they would pretend to drink tea, you found it cute.

"How is daycare?"

"No one likes to play tea party" she complains as you watch this interaction.

The little girl pours the 'tea' its just water, into the her father's cup and her cup.

"Why?"

"I'm not sure, but I have you to play with me"

"You do, I'll play tea party with you all day" Minghao says picking up the cup and putting it to his lips.

"Appa, stick your little finger out, like this" she says and demonstrates.

"Ah yes, how can I forget" he says and does as told.

Your daughter really had him wrapped around her little finger. It was adorable to watch.

→Boo Seungkwan

"Stand here and shoot" seungkwan tells your 7 yer old son.

You were at the basketball court where seungkwan was teaching your son, Channie.

"Shoot, don't get on your toes" he yells at him from the sideline.

He finally makes a score and you cheer. Seungkwan looks very satisfied with himself.

"Let's do a mother son vs dad" you suggest and run into the court to start a match.

"Oh its on"

You jump on seungkwans back while his guard is down and, it becomes difficult for him to steal the ball from Chan and Chan scores. You put both your hands up in the air in celebration.

"Your dad's not that great at this after all" you say sassily to your husband kissing his cheek from the back.

"we'll see, we'll see, get off me! no cheating this time" he warns with a playful smile.

"We'll try"

This time you decide to take both his hands in yours and literally pull him away from the court while your son attempts to score. He misses twice and Seungkwan pretends to escape to save the ball.

Chan finally scores and seungkwan doesn't let your hand go though.

"We won!" you exclaim in your husbands face.

"Come here sneaky" he says wrapping his hands around your waist, not letting you go.

"You're not going to score this time" he says and throws you over his shoulder and grabs your son by the torso holding him with his arm.

It was all laughs and giggles.

→Choi Vernon

"AAH" you hear a shriek coming from the living room. It was your husband Vernon, running to the bedroom to you.

"There's a bug on the wall, bug on the wall"

You can deal with smaller bugs, so you walk out confidently, assuming it's a smaller bug, but it was indeed a big bug.

Your 4 year old Derek, had come out of his room hearing the shriek.

"It's a bug?" he asks, while you hold a container to catch the bug and Vernon hiding behind you, neither of you taking any action to actually catch the bug.

"Derek will catch it for you" your son says in third person and bravely goes to the bug, climbing the couch to for his little hands to get to it.

"Are you sure he's my son?"

"What do you mean? Of course he's your son!" you exclaim.

You see Derek picking up the bug by its wings and asking you to stretch the container, you outstretch your hand with the container as far as you could. The bug really gave you the ice and made your body shudder.

"Done! Here's your new home bug!" Your 4 year old talks to the bug that's now in the container.

You and Vernon share a look.

"Aw my baby, protects me from bugs" you pat Dereks back.

"That was nothing" he boasts, trying to impress his mom.

Lee Chan

"What do you think?" you husband, Chan, had just shared with you the most evil plan to prank your daughter. He wanted you in on it.

"She's going to cry" you warn him.

"It's a prank, we'll teach her to be a good sport" he justifies.

"You father daughter do what you want" you let it go. You eerily sound like what your mom used to say and that makes you chuckle internally.

"Okay, I'm gonna go hide it all"

The living room was a mess with all of Yu Na toys as she played in the living room.

"Yu Na" her father appears from the bedroom, "I have to tell you something"

Yu Na thinks its batch time and start whining, she hates bath time.

"It's something else" Chan clears and she calms down.

"Appa was hungry, so Appa ate something that was Yu Na's" he starts.

"My chocolate cake?" she asks in her little voice.

"There's chocolate cake in the fridge?" he looks surprised.

"Yeah, Uncle Dokyeom brought it yesterday"

"Ah, did he? I didn't eat that"

"What did you eat?"

"I ate all your halloween candy"

She looked like she was about to cry, her lips even turned downward. but what came out of her mouth was so precious.

"You were hungry?"

"Yes baby, I was"

"It's okay because you were hungry. You are supposed to eat when you're hungry and I love you so it's okay"

Chan and you were stunned to hear that. She hugs Chan and you give him a heartfelt look.

"This prank turned out wholesome" he says to you.

"Daddy didn't eat all your candies, we were just joking" you explain to your child.

"Just joking?"

"Yeah, we can have some after dinner" the little girl leapt in excitement and ran into the kitchen.

"We're raising the sweetest girl"

"All thanks to you, my love" he takes your hand and you smile at him.

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I've been writing this ALL day, this is like 13 fics, I had so much fun though.

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Dear John || Pt.1

Masters of the Air Fanfiction

Requested: ☑️ My sweet Bri begged for a love-letter-centric Egan fic and with her wonderfully infectious ideas this was produced, the first part of many.

Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters, he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways, tucked up in luxury in Beverly Hills with carts of tedious fanmail burned in her back yard each day, his letter will get lost in the mix. It’s harmless. That thought -and the booze- may loosen his pen a little too much but it’s alright, it’s not like she’ll read it. Right? Right.

It was specified in the request to use or create some of those old WWII dirty acronyms, so in here you have Bucky making up his own for his starlet crush (acorn). I’m ripping off a few ladies here, Lana Turner, Betty Grable, Hedy Lamarr to name a few -the moodbaord is for general aesthetics, I try to keep my fem!readers and oc’s as ambiguous physically as possible. (Besides the fact Johnny Egan finds you mouthwatering, which -be honest with yourself here sweet thing!!- he would.

Rating: 18+ this is the letter writing, vintage form of sexting. i kid you not, this man swings wildly from sweet as pie to downright filthy and vintage slang for anatomical parts is used freely. This would make a better shameful diary entry than a letter but he’s a rogue and he’s in a war, cut him some slack.

Fun game: how many times can Major Egan manage to mention Buck in a horny fan letter to his crush?

Dear A.C.O.R.N.

It is highly unlikely that you remember me, but, all the same, we have met. Now, hear me out, I’m sure fellas say that to you all the time but my point still stands and to match them I’ll do you one better, seeing as how I am not buttering you up for something in return -I have met you, yes, but I have also sung to you.

There. Said it.

Not that you’d recall that either, but then again maybe you would, but either way it doesn’t matter as the entire reason I am writing to you is because it is entirely unlikely you will ever open this god-awful endeavor made of pen and ink.

I am quite drunk, you see.

A necessary medicine. And they do make good whiskey here, one of the few joys they haven’t rationed yet. It’s got me wondering what’s your poison of choice. Something fruity? Or are you an olive sucker? Like that salt on the rim? Or maybe you go for somethin’ silky and warm goin’ down your throat? Which-ever it is, I bet you’d be a surprise, sweet ACORN, I just know it. You were a surprise at the canteen. Back in Jersey? Before shipping out? I know you were on a whole tour and kisses were goin’ for dollars but still, you were a surprise.

A lovely one, really. And that’s the point of this letter. To tell you that you're lovely and while I’m not the pen-pal sort, I’ve written home 80 letters tonight to families whose boys I was supposed to bring home. It got me thinking: Bucky, why the hell don’t you write nice letters? Whyd you only write ‘em now that you gotta? And it occurred to me then that the one silver lining in this whole Air Exec job is the desk, the lamp and the office.

I could write anybody from here. I could write you.

And you wouldn't read it so I could write anything. And it could be a nice letter. ‘Cause I don’t know anybody of yours to tell you anythin’ sad about them and you don’t know me except that I’m alive and drunk. Which is better than those poor eighty two bastards. Which reminds me, I’ve still got two more but maybe Buck will take those, he took seventeen off to his bunk to write from there. Buck doesn't have a desk because he’s not as important as me and he has all the luck.

You’ve met Buck, too, Acorn. He was the appalled pretty one with the straw colored hair pulling me off you after we had our duet. He objects to your nickname, see, even though you didn’t seem to mind. You were lovely, A.C.O.R.N. And I’d not wanna ruin this letter by telling you what it means, not now that I’m actually writing to you and determined to be nice but Buck knows and while he agrees with me as much as any man in the nation that you’ve got the most robust rack on the silver screen -he has objections, you see. So it wasn’t the song or the canoodling he didn’t like, and I still say, he broke up a little love affair that night. Bastard. So I’m writing to you now because as the acronym suggests, I’ve got a goal in my mind in regards to you. I tell myself -Bucky, there’s reasons to make it back.

Reasons, Bucky, reasons. Like Acorn and her halo of gorgeous hair that smelled like coconuts and the way she thought my new lyrics were pretty clever. That’s what you said, acorn, you said they were pretty clever. Now I may have been a little drunk then, too, but I think you might’ve been tipsy, that coke smelled too strong to be straight. I still have the straw you gave me, it’s bent to hell but I’ve taken it up each mission. I’m not counting on it for luck so much as a reminder of the aforementioned reasons. To come back. Your lipstick has mostly worn off but I figure it’s still the same.

You had your precious lips around it. That’s what matters.

And that’s the sorta sentence that makes Buck think I shouldn’t write letters.

But what he can’t accuse me of is being dishonest or vague. I’m being straight with you. You deserve that much, you were lovely and very straight shootin’ yourself, dear little girl. I could pinch your cheeks right now, you’re so sweet. And don’t think me a coward for sayin’ all this under assumption that you won’t read it. I hope you don’t since it’s not worth your time and if you do I wish I’d written less about me and more about you but I need you to know if we were face to face I’d say the same:

You were lovely, you ARE lovely!!!! and I think all your work for us boys is swell and you’ve got the bestest set of knockers any of us have ever seen and I’m stayin’ alive in hopes to see ‘em again some day and while the girls here are swell and sweet they aren’t zippy like you. At least not the ones who’ve put out so far. And if I had you face to face, I’d find a way to make you laugh again and I’d tell you to your face you’re lovely and if I’d been David Nivin in Love Trap with you, I’d have stayed in that little kitchen with you and ate all your burnt flapjacks and watched you in your apron and made babies with you till we were old.

Anyway. It needed saying. And maybe I’ll say it to your face given the chance again. I was working my way up to a proposition for burgers and milkshakes when Buck ruined it. But maybe you’ll tour? Here!! Over here. In England or maybe in Europe once we kick the Nazis bastards out.

Now that’s motivation. That’s a reason! -clear out a nice little swath of land through fortress europe so Miss Lana Tierney can sing in the city of lights surrounded by nothin’ but wine and good food and a buncha boys who love and appreciate her.

Because we do, ma’am. We do.

And make no mistake, I do this to keep the country safe and try to bring as many boys home as I can but every second I also think - it’s where you are too, and so I must continue keeping it safe.

If you, by some godawful chance, do read this letter, please don’t feel pressed to respond or pull out a restraining order. Think of it this way, it’d just be one more “Dear John” letter and the system is clogged as it is. You just deserve a nice letter and my wrist is past sore, one more doesn't matter. And being unable to deliver nice, I’ve written this.

~ I am ever your respectful (and hammered) admirer, Maj. John Egan

P.S. if you do happen to read this I’m sorry. Buck told me not to do this but I just had to Acorn. You’re just too swell and I really have got to get myself to a theater before long, I miss your Angel face.

Masterlist

Thank you for reading! This was entirely out of my usual comfort zone but I’ve had fun writing it and I’m trying to tune my ear to pick up his voice, that’s been stretching. This series will have many letters in it but there will also be fic, so fear not. I’ve got some plans already figured out for this series but I do love a suggestion or ten so have at the inbox with what you’d like to see play out.

Hope you enjoyed, if you’d like to be tagged in future MOTA fics, drop a note below.

#masters of the air #callum turner #john egan #Major John Egan #Bucky Egan x reader #callum turner x reader #masters of the air fanfiction #mota fanfic #hbo war fanfic #Bucky Egan #mine #archive

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kairiscorner · 4 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOW THE JJK BOYS WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU WHILE SICK.

yuuta okkotsu.

✦ this boy would definitely be all fussy over you, not in the overbearing kind of way, but rather, in an 'i care about you and want you to get better' kind of way, if it makes any sense.

✦ he constantly checks in on you, and even when you insist for him not to come close to you out of fear you'd infect him or snap at him because of your body feeling so out of it, he'd smile and tell you that it's okay, h doesn't mind getting sick if it's all to help you get better.

✦ idk about y'all, but i have the feeling this boy is a good cook. he would make sure to cook you something nutritious, warm, and filling so you wouldn't be so hungry and you can sweat to feel cooler; he's kind of motherly at times, and that's what makes you even more appreciative of him.

toge inumaki.

✦ he is the type to worry about you quite a lot when he doesn't see you, he'd sometimes pace around your room when no one's there and wonder if he should go inside or not because he really wants to know how you're doing.

✦ when he goes inside, he checks your temperature with the back of his hand, offers you water, gets your medicines at the right time, offers you more blankets, some socks if you need them, opens or closes the window and lights at your command; he'll do the whole nine yards for you to feel comfortable, even with the discomfort of being sick.

✦ inumaki, even without saying anything, would sit next to your bed and watch over you, make sure to do anything for you if you needed it, or just be there for you if you'd like. he doesn't like the idea of you having to do so much when you're already sick, so he does everything he can to help you so you can get better.

yuuji itadori.

✦ he's the type that when you're trying to sleep while you're sick, he'd tuck you in, give you a soft, blowing kiss, close the lights, tiptoe out of your room, take all precautions to close the door as quiet as a mouse, and tell everyone who walks by not to be so loud because you're trying to sleep.

✦ when you're awake and stuck in bed, yuuji asks you if you wanna watch a movie to pass the time, or read some comics or manga so as not to feel bored. he hates not being able to do anything, and he thinks you might feel the same way, being cooped up in your room, so he invites you in doing simple activities together in your room.

✦ i think yuuji wouldn't mind you asking him for a hug or a forehead kiss even when you're sick, he gets what it's like being touch starved, it isn't a good feeling for him, so even if he might get sick, he still hugs you with arms wide open and squeezes you a little, making sure you get your needed dose of love and affection.

megumi fushiguro.

✦ he might come off as cold and uncaring, but every time he knocks on your door and peeks in, he cares ten, maybe a hundred, times more than you'd originally think he does. he always comes by with vitamins, explaining to you how they'll boost your immune system, along with some fruits he knows you like; he even peels and chops them up for you!

✦ he can scold you sometimes when you're not resting, going on your phone when you need to rest, not taking your meds on time, but he's only doing this because he cares for you so, so much and wants to see you better and healthy again.

✦ he'd also be a great cook, i believe; being adopted by gojo at an early age taught him how to rely on himself and do household chores on his own, so i bet he'd make you your favorite meals, turn them healthier, and, at your request... spoon feed you. he insists he does this just so he can make sure you've really eaten, but the blush on his face says otherwise, he enjoys seeing you beam and smile when he spoon feeds you.

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cutedice · 1 year

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that one zoro and law one where the reader wakes them up but now its them waking the reader up (revenge or just on accident is up to you)

((Eesh it's been a couple months since that one. It feels like it wasn't too long ago though. Thank you for requesting!!))

When They Wake Their S/O Up

Characters: Zoro, Law Warnings: None, fluff! Part 1: here

Everything is GN!

ZORO

- He didn't mean to wake you up.

- He's all for not getting bothered during his own naptime, so he wasn't about to bother you during yours.

- Speaking of, he finds it rather peaceful to see you sleeping in the yard. The sun on your face, the way you look so content and relaxed. If it wasn't for the fact he was on his way to train he would have joined you.

- Regardless, he makes a note to keep quiet for you.

- Which, he tried really hard to do, but it was quickly in the back of his mind when he heard a voice behind him.

- "Quit starin' at them, you're gonna give them nightmares."

- Instant irritation, he looked over his shoulder, glaring.

- He was known to be quite irritable in two given situations. One, Sanji was in the vicinity, and two, Sanji talked to him.

- They were quickly arguing. Zoro started off quiet, he tried, but they weren't ever the best at keeping contained.

- That was, until a hand landed on both of their heads hard.

- "Will you two keep it down?! You're so loud you woke up (Y/N)!" Nami scolded, shaking her head at the both of them.

- Sanji is quickly apologizing to Nami, but Zoro is quick to look towards you.

- He gives you what could only be describes as his most apologetic look.

- It was his attempt anyway, but it looked more like a glare. Still, he hops down to the yard and walks over as you sit up to stretch.

- "Sorry," he mutters, crouching down and holding out his hand. "If you want some peace... you could come up with me." He made a gesture up to the crow's-nest.

- Once you're both up there, he ditches training for that afternoon to nap with you instead. Its a hard sacrifice, but... he felt like he owed you one.

LAW

- Law's a very busy person. But, he doesn't exactly expect the crew to be at the same standard he holds himself.

- That meaning, when his crew overworks themselves he'll scold them. As hypocritical as that sounds, he'd rather the whole crew be functional and spare a few more hours of his own sleep schedule than everyone be loopy and miserable.

- Which, all of this was why he was fine with members of the crew taking naps when they found some downtime.

- What he wasn't expecting though was to walk into the kitchen and see you face down on the table snoozing away.

- There was a blanket over your shoulders and a sign in front of you that read 'do not disturb'. He shook his head a bit and walked over.

- He didn't know what to do. he wasn't sure it'd be good for your muscles if you kept sleeping like that, but he also didn't want to disturb you and risk waking you up.

- He thought about moving you with his powers, but he couldn't trust that not waking you up either.

- So, now he was just staring at you, turning over ideas in his head. Really, he must've been looking through you because he hadn't realized you began to shift around until your eyes peered up at him.

- a soft confusion left your lips at why he was looking at you so harshly and it caused his face to glow.

- "Ah- I wasn't-" he paused and grumbled. "You shouldn't sleep at the table," he scolded, "you have your own bunk, use it." He turned around, tipping his hat down.

- He was a little embarrassed him thinking of ways to not wake you up ended up being the reason you woke up.

- He was also, admittedly, a little upset he hadn't just taken his opportunity to carry you, especially as he heard your footsteps echo out of the room.

#roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #op x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #x reader headcanons

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arbiterlexultionis · 7 months

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Poltergeist

So, Danny, who’s blood is composed of mostly caffeine because the Box Ghost just WON’T FUCKING STOP attacking on the middle of the night, God Dammit this is the SEVENTH Time tonight how the Crap Baskets do you keep escaping the Thermos!! So, when he wakes up one morning needing both caffeine and ectoplasm in his sleep deprived state he just mixes a 4 pack of monster and beaker of ectoplasm in a jug and starts chugging to try and get it down before the taste hits and then stops. Takes a sip. Takes another. And realizes that it actually taste way better then either do individually.

So he starts mixing them up regularly, and eventually starts just phasing ectoplasm into still sealed cans so he can grab and go for the sake of convenience. Then some other ghost get a taste, like it, and start asking for more. So Danny gets some new friends and starts making ghost money selling his concoction, and as a joke based on the original name of the energy drink, paints over the can and relabels them Poltergeist.

For a while, business is booming but then a problem pops up. Real world items are contraband in the zone according to Walker, and most of the drink itself and the container it comes in is real world matter. Cue prohibition era shenaniganery as Danny and his allies became energy drink bootleggers, running from Walker, smuggling cases of Poltergeist, hiring ghost to help them with all of this, the whole nine yards.

I think this could work out pretty well with Danny and The Spooks, him and his boys mass producing and shipping out illegal ghost energy drinks could be a really cool plot line in my opinion, producing it, figuring out how to get it to the zone and all that as a group. I also feel this idea is just the right amount of wacky to work with the DP verse and serious/sensible enough to not be complete crack fic unless you want it to be.

When the Fenton’s and Valerie hear about that no good menace Phantom selling Highly Dangerous Ghost Drugs the flip their shit. The smear campaign is the stuff of legends. And then the truth comes out. It’s just a really Really REALLY tired teenager trying to stay awake and make some pocket money to buy first aid supplies and have some left over to buy food for homeless people.

If it’s a verse where Sam and Tucker are in on the whole ghost fighting thing then they are Energy Drink Kingpin Danny’s right and left hand men. Tucker’s the tech guy, figuring out how to build hidden compartments in vehicles to hide the goods, monitoring and screwing with Walker’s tech, managing accounts for human money he makes/figuring out how to exchange human money for Ghost money. Sam is his badass enforcer who keeps the underlings in line, and also uses her money and rich people connections to launder money and stuff. Proper crime boss stuff.

Eventually, everyone’s least favorite front loop catch’s wind of this. And I see this going one of two ways.

1) He comes to the conclusion that Danny’s not aloud to have nice things, and starts his own enterprise to compete with Danny. Stealing business, sabotaging production, tipping off Walker. General douchbaggery.

2) He is the opposite of opposition. He wants Danny as his Son, wants Danny to be just like him, wants to guide and train Danny the way he never got. So Danny, all on his own, building a criminal empire? Pissing off the authorities instead of being a little goody two shoes? Laundering money almost as good as his old man? It is wonderful and he is Here For It. Either he’s in the distance cheering him on or actively trying to help. “No no my boy, if you do it like that you’ll either end up broke or in jail for tax evasion. You’ve got to send your money through these channels and store it in banks of these countries. I’ll help you set up accounts.”

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp au #fic prompt #story prompt #writing prompt #danny phantom au #Danny’s a crime lord #and he’s bound and determined to make it everyone else’s problem #Frostbite is at first glance the muscles of the organization but then he throws on a lob calf and goes to his lab to cook up better flavors #this is my first to tagging Danny as a Crike Lord it will not be the last #Walker #Walker won’t admit it but he’s absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation #tickled pink beyond belief #His whole Shtick is to be an old timey cop #getting to do all this prohibition stuff is a litter Al dream come true for the guy #Vlad has a foam finger with Number 1 Crime Boss written on it #he’s never bend more proud of his little boy.#Vlad: *Sees Danny monologing to petty ghost criminals that are trying to take his business* I’ve never been prouder #*wipes a tear*

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junggunz · 1 year

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♡⸝⸝ nsfw alphabet: jake kim

cw: fem bodied reader + established relationship. an: i really wanted to post something so i decided to do a headcanon type thing for the first time ever. ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Assuming that you’re dating, Jake is not against going the full nine yards and doing things like giving you a massage, drawing you a bath then changing the sheets so you can sleep comfortably after doing the deed. At the very minimum, he’ll always clean you up with a towel and give you water.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and their favorite body part on their partner)

At first, Jake thought his height and muscles were his best features since those are the things most people would compliment but after Vivi pointed it out, he started to appreciate his butt more.

I imagine Jake being really handsy. During sex and outside of it, he just really likes skinship. Any bit of your body that he can get his hands on, he just loves the feeling of you. But at the end of the day, he’s a very healthy young man and probably has a thing for boobs or thighs.

C - Cum (anything related to 💦💦💦)

Jake likes the intimacy of being inside of you when he cums; whether that involves a condom or not. He’s not totally against the idea of cumming on your body, it just means more clean up.

I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, since Big Deal doesn’t always bring in a whole lot of money and he’s willing to only eat instant noodles for the sake of his crew’s finances, his cum probably doesn’t taste the best. He knows that, so he wouldn’t make you swallow his cum if you didn’t want to…but he does appreciate it when you do swallow his seed without complaint.

D - Dirty Secret

Jake can be a bit shy when it comes to expressing his kinks so all of them feel like dirty secrets to him. His biggest fantasy is recording the two of you having sex. He cherishes these moments with you, so why wouldn’t he want to document them so he can fondly look back at it?

E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jake is attractive, charming and has a healthy amount of confidence in himself. He also wanted to know just how effective Sinu’s teachings are so of course, he’s had a couple casual flings here and there. Those flings probably still think about him and his immaculate stroke game- I also don’t doubt that he watches more of the sensual genres of porn and romance movies to gain more insight on how to be a better lover.

F - Favorite Position

Good ol’ missionary or cowgirl are Jake’s favorites; they’re classics for a reason. Close contact positions that allow him to see your facial expressions as he wrecks you are the best in his book.

G - Goofy (are they more serious or playful in the moment?)

I think Jake has the capacity to be playful or serious during sex. It just depends on your relationship with him. Obviously, the closer you are, he’s not gonna care about any little awkward moments that happen during sex. His serious side usually comes out when he’s super focused on trying to make you cum.

H - Hair (how well groomed they are)

1000% convinced that Jake is the type who will only completely shave when he’s expecting to have sex. But on the regular, he tries to keep himself trimmed. If he’s going through a dry spell with no sex, he’s not gonna care too much about manscaping down there because his face is way more important lol.

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

…c’mon now. Jake is THE romantic boy. Do I gotta say anymore? Jake doesn’t have a natural instinct to fuck; his natural instinct is to make love. Sex without intimacy isn’t that good to him. He wants the intense eye contact and the sweet nothings exchanged while he’s inside of you. Don’t get me wrong though, he does have a rough side but you’re gonna have to do some serious begging to get it to come out.

J - Jack Off (how frequently do they masturbate?)

I don’t imagine Jake being someone who masturbates often. Not because he has a low sex drive, he’s just a busy man with a lot on his plate. Once in a while, he might jack off if he wakes up with really bad morning wood but he’d rather relieve his frustrations with actual sex. HOWEVER, he’d probably drop what he was doing and get to a private location asap if you called him up wanting to have phone sex or something like that.

K - Kink

When you have sex with Jake, it becomes pretty obvious what his main kinks are.

Body worship - whether it be him worshiping you or the other way around. He’s into it, no doubt.

Praise - he loves telling you how good you make him feel and how pretty you look taking his dick. And of course, he’s more than happy to hear you tell him how amazing he is.

Strength Kink - his muscles aren’t just for show. The easiest way to do that is to display it in the bedroom so you never forget that he’s capable of protecting you. And rearranging your guts in any position you want- lol whut

L - Location (favorite places to do the deed)

Jake prefers the privacy of having sex at home. Whether it be the bedroom, living room, bathroom, kitchen—it’s all equal playing field for him. Maybe if you got him horny in public he would divulge an interest in car sex.

M - Motivation (what turns them on and gets them going)

Jake has no problem initiating sex but it excites him even more when you make the first move. Whether you’re more coy with your approach or if you outright tell him you want his dick when he thinks he’s not in the mood, he will definitely want to fuck you on the spot if you tell him that you want him.

N - NO (what turns them off or something they’re strongly against)

I can’t imagine Jake being into any of the pain kinks. If you happen to fancy the extra rough, degrading sex you’re gonna have to have a long conversation with him about it first because this sweetheart would freak out if you randomly asked him to slap you in the face during sex.

O - Oral (preference for giving or receiving, skill level)

Jake is an attentive lover so it won’t take him long to figure out how to drive you crazy with his tongue. Especially when he prefers to be on the giving end of oral sex. When he’s on the receiving end he gets really vocal telling you how good your mouth is and how pretty you look gagging on his cock.

P - Pace

Now..Jake might not be into degradation or pain play. But don’t get it twisted. He’s more than capable of switching between soft and sensual thrusts to pummeling into you hard and deep. He’s going to start off slow and sweet just to get you worked up. Then once he’s got you to the point of begging for more, his pace becomes faster and a little more aggressive.

Q - Quickie (opinions on them/how often)

If you want a quickie, he’s down. But for the most part, he’s not really into them because he likes taking his time with you.

R - Risk (do they like to experiment or take risks?)

I see Jake being a very traditional lover but if he’s at a comfortable point in your relationship where the two of you can openly discuss your kinks, he’ll try whatever you want if it means you’ll be happy.

S - Stamina (how long do they last? How many rounds would they like to go for?)

I think most of the Lookism men have crazy amounts of stamina. Jake is no exception. He probably would want to go for 2-3 rounds max but each one is like an hour long. He just wants to spend the entire time feeling you up.

T - Toy (how do they feel about using them?)

Jake probably wouldn’t consider using toys unless you wanted to.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This smug fucker omg. Once Jake finds out what makes you tick, he’s going to take advantage of those weaknesses just to see you squirm. His teasing is borderline mean sometimes. You have a thing for his voice? He’ll come up to you while you’re doing something and lay on the charm thick, whispering in your ear and telling you how cute you look today. Your nipples are a really sensitive erogenous zone? He’s gonna hug you from behind and casually tug on the little buds until they’re standing on edge, only to walk away. The teasing only gets worse when the two of you are in the bedroom. From making you wait as he does everything painfully slow to edging you until you feel like you’re about to burst.

V - Volume (how loud they are and what sounds do they make?)

Jake is the creator of that one meme where it’s like “y’all be afraid to moan? I be in my girl’s ear like…” He’s not shy when it comes to making noises if he’s feeling good. He’d also probably talk you through your orgasms.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon for the character)

I will not be elaborating or explaining. It’s just a vibe.

Jake has beef with your plushies because he’s jealous that they get to sleep with you every night. He purposely knocks them off the bed when you two are having sex; especially if they’re ones that he didn’t give you.

X - X-Ray (what’s in those pants?)

He has big dick energy. A lot of the Lookism men do and I know that’s on purpose. I think his girth to length ratio is perfect. He’s literally built to make you cum idc.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

While single, I don’t think sex occupies much space in his mind. But when you first start dating him, that libido is out the roof because he’s just so excited to be able to regularly have sex with one person he’s committed to. His sex drive eventually balances out after you complain a few times about how exhausted you are from fucking like rabbits.

Z - ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (how quickly they fall asleep after.)

If you have sex in the middle of the day or in the morning, it’s probably gonna give him more energy. When it’s closer to bedtime, he’ll probably just want to cuddle and watch an episode or two of a kdrama before he goes to sleep.

summary: Watching his mom be treated like shit by his dad and having Sinu drill into his head the importance of romance/passion has molded Jake into the pleaser he is.

bonus!

“F-fuck, Jake!” your voice carries throughout the bathroom, mingling with the sound of the shower stream pattering against the tiles. Body pressed up against the glass of the shower stall, you’re struggling to stay standing upright as Jake’s cock slowly drags in and out of your sensitive walls. Every inch fills you up so good, it makes your head hazy and the steam of the shower only further fogs up your thoughts. Breathing heavily behind you, Jake pushes his hips against your ass; feeding you his entire length and filling your pussy to the hilt.

“You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you, princess?” He coos in a gentle tone, continuing to deliver languid thrusts deep inside of you and letting the tip of his manhood press against that spongy spot within your walls. “Soak my cock one more time for me.”

When his lewd words come from his lips in such a honeyed tone, how could you oppose his request? Your thighs tremble as you orgasm for the third time this morning, a shrill exclamation of his name pouring from your lungs while you orgasm. The feeling of his fingertips digging into the meat of your hips keeps you grounded in reality as stars dance behind your eyelids, threatening to sweep you away to cloud nine.

“You did so good for me, love.” He murmurs in a soft voice as he feels your walls squeezing around him, desperate to feel his release.

You had no idea how long you and Jake had been at it but enough time had passed for the shower water to go from steaming hot to lukewarm bordering on cool.

“Jake, the water is getting cold.” You whine as the change in temperature shocks your senses. “Hurry up and cum already.” You impatiently roll your hips against his, small moans rumbling in the back of your throat when you feel his dick twitching inside of you.

“Alright, alright.” Jake chuckles softly, grabbing your hips and holding you in place. “I just wanted to enjoy my time with you.” He adds in a teasing voice.

Not too long after that, he’s rutting into you like an animal in heat. Selfishly chasing after his own climax since you had been thoroughly satisfied, Jake loses himself in the warm wet heat between your legs. His full balls smack against your clit with every rough snap of his hips, causing a medley of moans and whimpers to leave you that serve as encouragement for Jake to keep pounding away at you. His eyes are trained on to your point of connection, watching the way your ass recoils and how your juices covered his length in a shiny gloss of your arousal. Groaning at the erotic sight, he starts to slam into you faster; his noises coming more frequently and mixing in with your sounds of pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” Jake moans out, leaning over your back and pressing a light kiss on your temple while he pulls your hips back against him in tandem with his thrusts. “You want it inside you, yeah?”

“Oh yes! Please-” you gasp, your eyes rolling back into your head as you feel his cock spearing your insides in all the right places. His actions cause the little coil of tension in the pit of your tummy start to come undone. With a few more sharp thrusts, your pussy squeezes around him, leaving a thick white ring of cream around the base of his cock. The feeling of you cumming around his length once again triggers Jake’s explosive finish; hot, velvety ropes of his seed painting your twitching walls.

As he remains inside of you, riding out his intense climax, Jake presses a series of light kisses along the side of your face and neck. All of the sweet praises he whispers against your skin don’t process in your mind—your brain too fucked out to think about anything else besides the throbbing sensation between your legs.

#lookism x reader #lookism smut #lookism scenarios #lookism headcanons #jake kim x reader #jake kim headcanons #kim gimyung x reader #jake kim scenarios #lookism #lookism fanfic #lookism imagines #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #junggunz.txt

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smoozie · 4 months

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Secret Life Roomates AU?

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OH I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!

Something about the alliances this season just felt right. The mounders are the main inspiration for the au tbh, I absolutely ADORED them! The roomies as well! I couldn't get the idea of them as actual roommates out of my head, thus the au spawned.

All secret life alliances are roommates! That's kinda the whole premise, but there are some important footnotes.

First of all, I put Scar and Lizzie together. Yes they both technically were loners all season, but their interactions KILL me! No one gets them like I do okay. They both think the other is the weird one and they are one-sided frenemies.

The mounders live in a house. Like they all bought a house together. Everyone else has apartments, the mounders get a house. They said "mounders for life" and decided they would all buy a house together. I can't decide if they decided they were mounders because of the mound in their yard or if they bought the house because there was a mound in their yard.

Also my prologue to the au is basically that Etho and Cleo found Grian in Distressing Situation and just. Took him home with them. Now he lives with them. The only people he knows are Evo. Basically, Grian just randomly disappeared as a teenager and no one knew exactly what happened to him. Then Etho and Cleo take him home and now he is reunited with his old friends!

Lizzie and Jimmy are siblings, I adore my seablings. And my skyblings, Grian and Pearl are also siblings. I am physically incapable of writing anything that does not have a set of traumatically torn apart siblings in it. I am tempted to just make all of them siblings (I like Grian as siblings with Lizzie and Jimmy too!), but we'll see.

I have very specific scenes in mind for Grian meeting Bdubs and Scar. And a lose idea for his Pearl reunion. I am a lover of shenanigans.

I am also obsessed with a few dynamics that I really want to be a focus, but I'm still figuring out how to incorporate the relationship I want some characters to have. Like obviously I can't have Gem and Pearl be former allies who killed all their friends together and then were so strong to their home alliances they were forced to fight against each other in the final battle, pleading for the other to defect and join their side. Cuz this is Real Life. So uh, I need to figure out how to make That Bond happen, without the murder.

But that is an overview of my au. It is still in the works and I am SO EXCITED

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sensei-venus · 9 months

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Poly! Car Dealership!Daniel & Mechanic!Johnny/ Baker!Chubby!Reader

(Unedited) (Johnny and Daniel are in their mid 20s, Daniel works at the dealership that he would later buy & turn into his own, Johnny got into handwork but ended up going into mechanics, their dating but on the low.)

🔧🚗 Reader wanted to cry when she found out the news regarding her van. The poor thing had been totaled by accident in a repair yard. A week prior the engine had stalled after a delivery so she brought it in to get it looked at. The mechanic told her it would be a simple fix and to come back in a week. She was able to find a quick replacement for that week but wouldn’t be able to use it for long. A week later she showed up to retrieve the vehicle only to find out that it had been hit while in the lot, and crushed after being deemed total.

🔧🚗She felt like her whole world was crashing down in that moment. Although the repair shop said they would cover her new van, it still felt like so much. She had no idea where to go to get a new van. There where dozens of places around town but she still had a budget. It took her a day or two but she finally narrowed it down to a new car dealership near her job. Luckily they sold used cars as well on the lot and not just brand new ones. She spotted a few vans while passing the place a few times and finally decided to stop in.

🔧🚗 At first she thought she knew what she was looking for. A simple van with a good ac that could transport her goodies on delivery’s. The van was only used to deliver the food from her job at her parents bakery. She loved working at the bakery because she loved baking, she wondered if it was something in her blood maybe. As of recently she was doing a lot of deliveries for her parents so she was the one mainly using the van.

Reader chewed on her bottom lip as she looked around the huge car lot. She was wandering around the multiple aisles of the dealership for a few hours. Looking over every single used van she came across. Most of them looked nice in her opinion but she had to admit she didn't know much about cars in general.

She scanned one of the vans windshields for a moment, pressing herself up against the hood of the van.

“Do you need some help miss?” Reader jerked for a moment and spun around. With a hand on her chest, she looked at the guy standing behind her. Her cheeks were suddenly warm as she looked at the guy who was on the verge of laughing at her. He was a little bit on the shorter side for a guy, with nicely tanned skin, ever so slightly curled black hair, and dark brown eyes. His lips curled in a genuine smile. With a small breath she said “Oh uh yes! I was looking to get a van? A used one? I see you have a few but I admit that I don't know much about them.” he smiledas nodded at her.

“Well, I'm Daniel, Daniel LaRusso, and I'm the lot manager. I can tell you just about anything you want to know about these babies. Ask me anything you want. Are you looking for anything potential, besides it being used of course.” he smirked as he looked over the van behind her.

She quickly explained her situation. He showed her around the lot and went over some of the vehicles. He wasn't lying when he said he knew a lot about the vans, he spurted out random facts about every model they came across. He told her the mileage, background, and past issues with every van.

They also did a little chit-chat as they walked around.

Reader was starting to quickly fall for the guy's accent.

“So Daniel where are you from? You have an accent.”

“Oh yeah, I get that a lot, I was raised in New York, and moved here a few years ago during high school. I actually graduated from West Valley. Even after being here the accent hasn't gone anywhere.”

Reader felt herself flush a little.

“No, it's cute. It suits you really well.”

In that moment she couldn't bring herself to look over at him as they walked next to each other. She looked off in the opposite direction hoping he didn't notice her flustered appearance. But he did and definitely thought it was cute. Both of them where adults and she was blushing over him like a little teenager. The urge to chuckle bubbles up into his chest but he digresses.

After what seemed like for ever they find the perfect van for her. A large rear with no back seats and a great ac. Reader was in awe as she looked around the inside of the vehicle. It was perfect! Looking around she couldn’t even tell it was pre owned. The title was clean with no record and low miles, all of it seemed to check out. With little to no effort Daniel talked her into buying the van right out.

Daniel was quick to let her test drive the van to let her get a feel for it. They drove around the block for a few minutes before driving back to the dealership. Daniel told her to drive it up to the back of the lot where the repair center was located. She was quick to question how cool it was that they had on staff mechanics on the lot. Daniel grinned as he explained that he was able to make a deal with the dealership owner in a meeting to start a mechanic program. They would bring in fresh students from a local college for work experience while getting paid from the school for credit hours. It sounded like a smart move to Reader, Daniel grinned even more at the praise.

The two of them got out of the car after Reader pulled into the open garage.

There wasn’t even a moment to spare as both of them where cut off.

“LaRusso out in the yard today? Must be a hot day in hell.” A deep voice came from around the side of the van. Johnny comes out from behind the van, wiping grease stained hands on his jumpsuit. Thick blank oil seeps though the dark green fabric. His hands only and on fingerless gloves that where bathed in the liquid.

“Yes Johnny it is so out of my nature to not show my face around your gross garbage.”

“Yeah we don’t want to get that cheap ass suit all messed up, do we? You should stay in that cold ac filled building away from the actual hard work.”

It was pretty clear that the two had a bit of a rivalry going on. Reader giggled a little bringing the two men to stop their insult filled bickering . Both of them looked at her and Johnny just smirked, looking her over. His eyes scanning over her thigh thighs and fluffy belly, tits that threatened to spill out of her tight tshirt. He licked his lips and sucked in his teeth as she looked her on the face.

“Johnny this is Reader, Reader this is Johnny. He’s one of our head mechanics. We also went to school together.”

“Yeah well you also kicked me in the face during a karate tournament too, don’t forget that one.”

“Yeah and I’m not going to forget the chance that you and your goons beat me up- you know what let’s not start this Johnny. I just need you to do the last report on this van. Reader wants to buy it flat out but I need the sale report before we release it.” He huffs as he pulls out some of his papers and hands them to Johnny. He grimaces as Johnny’s oil covered fingers rip the clipboard with the papers out of his hand. He looks it over before throwing it into a near by work bench.

“I can have it done by tomorrow.~” he looks back over to Reader who is now busy looking around the garage. His eyes going straight to her ass as she walks around.

Daniel let’s a small smirk cross his lips as he follows Johnny’s gaze. His eyes landing on her fat ass as well.

“I think we could arrange a in person pick up for later tomorrow.” He walks a little closer to Johnny and whispers into his ear.

“If you can try and keep that dick in your pants until I can figure out a way to ask her out.”

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai blurbs #karate kid blurbs #mechanic!johnny #car dealership!daniel #poly daniel and johnny #cobra kai daniel larusso #daniel larusso #daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso x chubby reader #johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x chubby reader #johnny lawrence x reader

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the pop-tart debacle: l. hughes

blurb: this entire idea is based off of clips from The Basement Yard Podcast, which I will be using (for all self-indulging purposes,) as markers in which these conversations are based off of. this one is based off of episode #388 (no warnings, just minor cussing and mentions of drunkness/alcohol consumption!) / word count: 1.04k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

To be entirely fair, the conversation had stemmed from a half-drunk thought and a craving for strawberry flavored Pop-Tarts. We had just gotten home from a night of babysitting the children of an old college friend, and Luke and I found ourselves sitting in our kitchen, drinking the last of the wine I had bought a few weeks ago. Two cups in, however, the craving for the sugar-filled pockets popped up, and, looking over at Luke, I tried to formulate the thoughts into a coherent sentence.

“Luke, sweetheart, do we have any more of those Pop-Tarts that Jack left the other day? The strawberry ones?” I had asked, not really needed a lengthy response, but simply an assurance that he had heard me over his own space on the kitchen island.

Looking over, however, the 6’2 defenseman giggled at me, obviously somehow inebriated as he tended to turn into a sappy, almost touchy-drunk on the occasion that we had a glass of wine, and I could tell by the flush of his cheeks that it was definitely what was occurring.

“The strawberry ones? Jacky left them here? We need to throw them out— right now honey,” he said, standing up from his seated position, and walking over to the kitchen pantry. I watched as he passed me, sliding his hand over my lower back to ensure that he wouldn’t bump into me, and as he opened the cabinet doors.

“Throw them out? Why would we do that?” I asked. “He left literally a whole box full the other day when you guys had that sleepover,” I told him.

The Hughes Brother Sleepovers— a thing that had come to be early on in the boys’ careers, was pretty self-explanatory. Once a month, either Luke, Quinn, or Jack would host their brothers and friends at their house, and like children, build a fort in the living room and have— you guessed it— a sleepover. It was something that warms my heart every time I thought about it— about how much Luke truly loved and cared for his brothers, and how the other boys weren’t scared to show that type of affection; hell, even Quinn, as quiet as he was, would still hug Luke as tight as he could when he first saw him, and just as tight before he left.

“Yeah, sweetheart, but the strawberry ones are literally the worst,” he said, turning around after rummaging in the pantry, and looking back at me with said box in his hand. Just like I had thought, the box of Pop-Tarts was held in his right hand, and his face had contorted into a look of disgust, making me laugh out loud.

“What the hell do you have against strawberry Pop-Tarts? They’re the only meaningful flavor— and don’t you dare pull out that Frosted Confetti I KNOW you have hidden behind the rice box, Luke!” I playfully replied back, watching as his own face got a bit red at having been caught.

“You know about those?” he asked, walking towards me, with my prize still in his hand. He handed over the box, and then walked back once again to the pantry— grabbing said box of not only Frosted Confetti Pop-Tarts, but also the Mixed Berry ones as well; a sight I could only laugh at— a 6’2 hulking mass of a man, who played professional hockey and was always overshadowing everyone else, with two boxes of children’s breakfast foods in his hands, and a slight flush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. God, the gall of this man to pull out those two flavors, I thought. Literally the worst flavors!

“Of course I do! As tall as you are, you are literally the most obvious person too, Lu. Also, I might have seen Quinn grab that same box once during one of your sleepovers. He told me to pretend I never saw anything, but I would NEVER forget that level of treason,” I joked.

“Well, it might not have the Spider-Man webbing on them, but you know I’m gonna shove it down my throat” he said right back, and I could just tell that the red wine was getting to him. Not only was he a much more affectionate drunk, but he also got a lot more loose with his curse words— slipping out casual f-bombs and “shits” when he wasn’t caught up in being proper all the time.

“That’s a very aggressive statement– you know what? Never mind,” I said, simply plucking out my own strawberry flavored pastry out of it’s sleeve. “You can believe anything you want, AS LONG as you don’t even come CLOSE to hating on my Brown Sugar Cinnamon ones, capiche?” I told him. Instead of answering me, however, he seemed to be rambling on to himself about the pastries he now held in his hands— wrappers long forgotten on the island behind him, and held a Mixed Berry Pop-Tart up to my face, cradling it in his hands as if it was something much more valuable than a literal toaster pastry.

“Three good sources of B Vitamins—” he started, still raving about the desert.

“Oh my fucking Lord,” I reponded, only rolling my eyes as I continued to stuff my own strawberry strudel into my mouth, and watched him practically swoon over it.

“Fuck you, these are still better! It’s like I’m in an early 2000’s Taco Bell again!” he said; but that wasn’t really what astounded me; instead, it was the way he bit into the Pop-Tart that had my mouth gaping open.

My boyfriend, the love of my life and man that I was hoping to marry one day, had turned the Pop-Tart on its side, and had taken consecutive bites around the edges of the patry’s crust. Instead of simply biting the Pop-Tart, he had instead opted to eat the entirety of the border, and then, when he must have noticed that I was looking at him, looked up and stuffed the rest of his mouth, sans the crust.

“Luke.” I said, point-blank. “Luke Warren Hughes.”

“Yesh?” he said, his words muffled by the literal pastry he had just stuffed into his mouth.

“What the hell did you just do?” I asked, only to get a laugh in return

[author's note: this has minimal editing because i hated rereading this and could not come to scrap it for the life of me lmao. like i'm sorry but what is this]

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #quinn hughes #jack hughes #nhl imagine #nj devils #new jersey devils #the hughes lake house lmao

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justcallmesakira · 3 months

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Bsd men with a childish s/o pt. 3!

Sypnosis: How the people who are somewhat sane deal with you and your goofy goobers

Warnings: eyebrow less, wereballs, mentions of gaslight ING, mentions of turning into a gacha life demon form 2019,stealing glittery not pads, omori building reference, etc.

Genre: lowkey fluff, crack

A/N: bro this series is blowing up for real- Anyways heres part 2 andddd part 1!

Atsushi-

No guys hes not like you-😭

Sometimes he wonders if you were better suited with dazai then him (it's giving a certain emo Victorian kid kinnie)

But hey hey! Don't worry he will try to calm you down because he DOES NOT WANT YOU to follow dazai's steps! 😋😋

Dw atsushi! Reader is perfectly sane!!

He once came back to the agency from a mission only to see you see you eyebrow less

"Y/N! I am ba-AAAAAAAAAH-" "What, jinko, finally grew some wereballs"

HGYHFYG WERE BALLS-

Turns out you were cosplaying akutagawa and the eyebrowless thing was just a prank <3

Jizz man, give my pookie tiger

He's more scared of you then akutagawa 😨😨😨

You sometimes feel silly so you gave him cat food for lunch beacuse dazai convinced you with some skittles (he probably stole them from ranpo)

"umm, y/N.. WHY are you giving me cat food?" "because I felt silly lol"

I BET HE WOULD EAT IT BECAUSE HE DOES NOT WANT TO WASTE FOOD-

Kyouka had to stop him-

I am pretty sure you two speak in kaomojis like--

But he enjoys your presence, it's nice to know that at least your happy,Perhaps he can protect you and your happiness if he tries....

Sometimes he wonders how you have so much energy to break into his home with hello kitty pins just to wake him up

And go to an amusement park..

There goes atsuhis wallet! 😄💸

I think atsushi genuinely likes your antics.. Sometimes

But he would definitely keeps you away from dazai so you two don't pour Elmer's glue into kunikidas hair :3

Gin-

Uh oh... Gin can you really handle reader-

OF COURSE YOU Can!! You can do anything hahaha... (please help I am being hold at gunshot by rea-)

Since she's really shy and all you speak for her though you jumble the words sometimes

"she asked for no pickles ya dumb yard😡🤬😈👿" *turns into a gacha life 2019 demon*

Although she can't keep up with your energy you always understand what she says in a notepad

You even stole bought her a glittered kuromi notepad for you twos personal talking!

Sometimes she sees silly doodles on the corners of the pages

Gin thinks its honestly cute

However if akutagawa founds out about your silly antics around his sister he's gonna give you a death stare

Gin haded to reasure him countless times that you won't eat her whole

I would😋😋😋

After she calmed her brother you always greeted him with "yo bro wassup >:3"

Bad idea😨

It's true your the person talking for her and all but she's gonna go full assassin mode if someone even tries to hurt you

THAT'S MY Girl!!!!! 😍🤩🥰😝 *verlaine bcs he canonically trained gin I think

Anyways you and her share a cute Lil dynamic

Sigma-

T-that gif if him before finding out you were trying to eat the casino coins

"Y/N YOU CAN NOT EAT CASINO COINS" "why :(" "It's NOT FOR EATING" "why :(" "Well you ca-" ":c" "Why the sad face...wait did I shout too loud oh my god y/N I am so sorry.. You know what fine I will take you to the casinos play ground today" ":3"

Sigma.. That face is the face of someone who always gets what they want-😦

Also he sometimes questions how and why you speak in emojis like ":3" or ":("

Teach me your ways bestay😏

But please he's so insecure don't do that to my pookie😭🙏

He sometimes question if he has met your type before.. *flashbacks of Nikolai and dazai*

He's gonna go OUT of his way to keep you away from Nikolai bro

Sigma does not want to have a Nikolai dupe as his s/o

But still he might get a bit protective like "y/N be safe" "y/N don't go there" "y/N make sure to wear kneecaps before skating in the hallways of the casi- WAIT"

"don't worry I will be fine!" famous last words

*inserts omori reference here*

He's so tired bro but anything to keep you happy...

You somehow sometimes save him from Nikolai prank

But even so he tries protecting you...afterall no one wants to lose their only home.......

A/N: hope you enjoyed it! Sigmas one was my favorite :33 anyways I think I will do hunting dogs ver. If you guys want!

Divider creds: @junkyukim on pinterest

#Atsushi #atsushi x reader #gin akutagawa #gin x reader #sigma bsd #sigma x reader #sigma male #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs #Bsd crack #Sigma x you

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animehouse-moe · 2 months

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Delicious In Dungeon Episode 10: Preparations

With these last two episodes, it's been pretty clear that Trigger has been conserving their best efforts for episode 11. Larger KA lists, more outsourced staff, less experienced leads, sorta the whole 9 yards.

That's not a bad thing, though

I mean, just look at cuts like this one in the episode- the magic's still alive. We still see the quality that exists within the episode despite the relative inexperience of some of the staff.

Similarly, even though Munehiro Tomoyuki is a little experience and has some... questionable storyboard credits, they have some great ideas, like this cut of the Red Dragon. It really establishes the insane scale of the beast, as well as helping draw our attention towards the dragon's weak spot at the crook of its neck and chin.

(also shows off some of the great monster AD work in the episode)

There's really a lot to enjoy and appreciate with the episode, even if it isn't of the insane quality that some might wish it was, and I really enjoy talking about it, so if you want to read more of my thoughts you can find them in a full review of the episode here

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #ダンジョン飯 #marcille dungeon meshi #marcille donato #marcille dunmeshi #dunmeshi #dungeon meshi anime #laios touden #chilchuck #senshi dungeon meshi #anime #anime and manga #anime staff #studio trigger

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hi, I really your ideas, I feel it match the characters so well! and your writing is really good<3 Could I request a step 2 or step 1 for Tam and Qiu where mc who's really into magic(totally not because Qiu called us a magical/a sorcerer in step 1) and can do some magic

OK THIS IS REALLY CUTE. one of my mcs is a big magic nerd though its moreso astrology, tarot cards and witch thingz than anything else, very excited to write about that. I hope you don't mind me including that too.Hope you enjoy!

Qiu Lin

Mx. I am not impressed? Oh, it's fun to imagine Qiu with an magic that can do magic tricks or do anything involving the arcane. Qiu is damn near impossible to impress at this stage but I can imagine Qiu would be sometimes taken off guard by how well the MC can pull off certain tricks that aren't run of the mill tricks

I can imagine they do the disappearing bunny trick with a hat and Qiu is like "That's not going to work" until you pull the bunny out of their hoodie and their just extremely flabbergasted. They are definitely holding onto the bunny for the rest of the time though until the act is over.

The MC definitely practices their acts with Qiu because if they can get Qiu to be in awe then they can get Anyone to be in awe. After all it's impossibly hard to impress Qiu

I can imagine too, since the MC being a big magic lover, I can see the MC making those little spell jars to help Qiu out. A spell jar to help them focus at school? Done. A spell jar to help them find clarity in their life? What's another to the collection

At first, Qiu is very hesitant about it because they give massive "I don't believe in magic" energy. However, they can't deny that they think it's very nice of the MC and they probably keep them in their closet. Also they smell nice and look pretty and the MC made it for just them-

God, I can see Qiu being uneasy about tarot cards cause the MC did a basic card reading and they got the tower reversed and never asked again-

Tamarack Baumann

Tamarack I genuinely think would be the total opposite of Qiu on this front. She wouldn't be hard to impress, I think the MC's general obsession with magic and doing magic acts and the whole nine yards would constantly bring back that whimsy and awe she had in step 1

She would never stop being impressed, even if it is the same trick over and over, it still doesn't cease to bring out a surprised giggle from her. And you know what? Tamarack needs a good giggle nowadays

God, I think she would love the dove pan trick. Every time the bird appears, she would clap her hands and hold the dove in her hands. She would probably ask how the MC did it and get a little disappointed the MC won't share their secrets

Though speaking of magic, I think Tamarack, the MC and Serenity would constantly talk about astrology and the MC would do tarot card readings for the group

Career? Love? General questions? The MC would be able to read it all for Tamarack and they would have a discussion on what it all means. I can definitely see Tamarack being a spiritual girlie in general

As for spell jars and other things the MC can make, I think Tamarack would happily take anything they make for her. Especially a spell jar, cause she needs something in her corner if she has to go through everything she's going through

Though I can imagine Tamarack asking the MC for a love spell jar... for what exactly? She can't say- it's definitely not for herself-

#our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #olnf qiu #olnf tamarack #candy headcanons

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the-phantom-author · 11 months

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Hasan Piker | Girl Dad Headcanons

@starsyoubreaklikesugardust I didn't tell you about these, but surprise. Enjoy. It took forever to get a read more thing up, God.

Hasan is the ultimate boy dad, however, he is above all, a family man. ANd this family man would absolutely want at least two kids. Your oldest would be getting ready to go into kindergarten or 1st grade and one night he’d turn to you and be like “What do you think about having another one?” or something.

It’s something he’s been thinking about for a while without telling you, you can tell his tone and his wording. Honestly, he has a full speech written out in order to try and convince you. He also does not care if it’s adopted or not, he just wants another little baby.

The entire time you're pregnant he’s going on about how it’s going to be a boy, “Love, look at my family, it's so male dominated” he just wants a little army to follow him around like his oldest does.

That being said, when Hasan finds out it’s a girl he bawls. It does not matter where he is when he finds out, the ultrasound room, the car, his house, he is in tears. It starts the second you look somewhere else, even if its only for a second to hear what the tech said, the next time you look at him he’s just crying and murmuring to himself “I’m gonna have a daughter” with a little smile on his face. Good luck trying to convince him not to tell people that by the way.

So I imagine his son being like a normal weight, if not a little heavier. His daughter on the other hand, she’s a bit underweight. Like it’s nothing concerning, she’s just tiny tiny. He’s in awe, because his boy was small but his daughter could fit into the palm of his hand.

He would be so confident during the newborn stage, I mean he rocked it the first time y'know? But then it hits him that he has a daughter and he gets worried. Not that he'd be a bad parent but, he just doesn't know what to do with his little girl at first. I mean he has a brother, and a son, not to mention he's a guy as well. Raising a girl is foreign to him.

Which is why he has you take lead on a lot of raising her at first, just so he can get an idea of what to do. He gets the hang of it eventually.

He is the worst when it comes to her getting bigger. Every time that you have to get her new clothes and get rid of the old ones that don’t fit it does his head in. “She can’t be this big, have you seen her? She is so small, absolutely tiny, those new clothes will drown her. “ “When she wakes up we can have her try on these, because i honestly don’t think they fit, it they do i owe you” the minute she’s in the new clothes he’s holding her in the air and staring at her while asking “When’d you get so big, stop it, stay small please.” She smiles and babbles at him and he’s just like “That was a deal, she just made a verbal contract with me, she’s staying this size forever. He would then proceed to hog her for the rest of the day. This happens everytime she grows enough to need new clothes.

Absolutely mentions it to her when she’s a teen, and they have a little argument. It’s how he starts off most apologies with her, “You know we had a deal when you were a baby, you were supposed to stay small enough for me to carry everywhere and only really able to babble at me or your mother.” just something to test the waters a bit, and let him figure out if she’s still mad or not.

When her hair starts growing out, she falls in love with the idea of her father and her having the same hairdos, So not only does she convince him to grow it out, but its also not uncommon to see them both rocking a ponytail with a braid on the side. He’s just the biggest pushover when it comes to her. She'll get a bow in her hair and bring one out for Hasan to wear and he caves without hesitation.

Also big man in tiny plastic chairs having a tea party. Like he'd go all out to, he'd wear a dress, have make up on, hold his pinky out. The whole nine yards but he wants it done right, she has to have a theme, he also makes it his mission to take her out with him and help him find htings to wear to these tea parties. She is also doing his hair, no one even has a say in that, he does however get you to do his makeup. It was something your daughter did but that was reconsidered when she ruined all of your good stuff.

I also imagine her being the shy and quiet type, no matter where you go she is clinging on to one of her parents. Like her other loved being around people, even as a baby he was always smiling and giggling when other people held him, she is almost the opposite. If Hasan is still streaming after she is born, she’s almost never on camera, especially if people who aren't her family are in the house. When she is on camera she is like curling into her father and he’s not allowed to leave the room without her.

She'd be the type to always want to be around him. He doesn't even have to be paying attention to her, she just wants him in her eyesight. Sometimes she'd demand he plays with her, like she'd drag him by the hand to where she wants him to go and play with dolls or read or whatever. Other times she just wants him to be on the floor with her while she's playing by herself. When in these moods and he sees that she looking at him he always waves and says “hi”.

Daddy daughter date nights, he's worried about how he’s dressed and if it's a place to go, asking you if he looks good or not, dressing all fancy, only to take her to get some nice tacos.. Sometimes to watch a movie, or whatever really, he does it to make sure she knows how a man should treat her. One of his favorites is going to a library and just reading to her for a few hours.

Who would i be if i didn't mention Jewelry when talking about Hasan. He does not let her touch his ring, they are much too big and would fall off her finger far too easily. He only lets you put them on chains to wear as necklaces, Won't even entertain anyone else doing it, even if that person is his daughter. Instead she has free reign of his necklaces, and would even go out and buy her matching ones. When she gets older she starts to think it’s a bit cringe but once she moves out and starts to see y’all ever so often she notices he’s still wearing them. She also starts to wear them, the day she buys him a necklace like one she has he starts bawling.

The bracelets that you, Hasan, and your son have that match? She gets one as well. Your son has a lil’bear bracelet and obviously he keeps it and the title of lil’ which means she gets called baby bear.

He’d start to get really into making those family Christmas cards. I;ve said it on multiple occasions, and I'll say it again, he’s a show-off, and he wants everyone to know that he has the perfect family.

He’s always the one she goes to ask to paint her nails, and he takes great pride in that. Later when she’s older and starts to get them done professionally she sees that it makes him a bit sad and decides to ask if she can paint his. It becomes a permanent thing as she becomes a teen and if she goes to a college nearby, she paints his nails while they shit talk the people in her class/people that she works with.

Family piles. There is no way that Hasan doesn't have the biggest size bed you can get, which means plenty of space for the family. Like lil baby girl would wake up in the middle of the night and wouldn’t fall asleep in the nursery, so she gets taken back to your and Hasan’s room where she is out like a light. Then a bit later in the night your son comes in after having a nightmare and wants to be close to his parents, and of course Kaya comes joins because her people are all in one room, what could be better. In the morning it’s all a mess of people and limbs and a dog but who would he be to want anything different.

#hasan #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan x reader #hasan piker x reader #dad hasan my deloved #hasan abi #hasan piker

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gemini-sensei · 10 months

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Thought on the Miyagi-do!Reader idea but like kinda 180-(Made up plot idea) Spicy Eagle-Fang!Hawk who is only a little more nicer then he was in cobra kai, he still messes with the Miyagi-do students and doesn't like being around them. It's a hassle to even have him near them while they separately train at the dojo.

That is until he sees Reader. She's a super shy Miyagi-do kid who just joined to have a little fun doing karate and make new friends. She ultimately hangs out with Sam and Demetri a lot. When I say shy I mean she is SHY, she runs off the minute she's uncomfortable. Retreating to the safety of her tiny friend group or dojo.

Hawks attitude and feelings about this are a mix of finding her sweet but also wanting to see how sadistically far he can push her buttons. He would never tell the other guys but he gets off on seeing her clam up and run off the minute any of the eagle-fang kids come around. Seeing her get all nervous and flustered just gets him going.

That's why when the dojos start mingling he wants to be the first one to pair up with her😈

(Had this run though my head after you posted the Miyagi-do!Reader post)

Sensei-Venus✨💕

No, but like if she's borderline kind of scared of most of the Eagle Fang students- like, Miguel and Bert are okay. She's kind of friends with them; Miguel because of Sam and Bert because he's pretty much harmless. Reader stays close to Sam and Demetri as much as possible, when training allows it. She wants to practice with either of them over anyone else in all honesty.

So when she hears that they have to work with three Eagle Fang students, she's crossing her fingers that she'll get to train with Miguel or Bert at least. She's completely unaware that Hawk has already steaked his claim on a partner for the day, threatening the others that if they even try to ask Reader to be their partner, they'll regret it. Everyone thinks its just a little crush and hes looking to get close to Reader so he can impress her, not putting much more thought into it than that.

Everyone partners up and Reader is looking around like a lost puppy, tha is until Hawk approaches her with a twisted little smirk.

"Looks like we're the only two left," he says, as if he didn't calculate and scheme for this to happen.

He takes her to a corner of the yard where they're a little further away from everyone else and they start practicing, but Hawk makes it really frustrating. He pulls back a lot when it's supposed to be her turn to go through drills and hit him; he's supposed to block, but he's just dodging all her moves. It makes her so frustrated but she bits her tongue and tries to power through it.

She doesn't say much the whole time they're working together, following his lead because he's the more experienced student. So when her form is off, she doesn't really question how he tells her so. However, she starts to get flustered when he comes up behind her and fixes it. He's a little too close for comfort and she just wants to hide her face and run to the safety of the dojo. But she's frozen in place, letting him move her arms in tight as his breath fans her neck.

"There you go, just like that," he mumbles, then pulls away. He takes his place in front of her and takes up a stance. "Think you can hit me now?"

She hesitates but nods and he chuckles.

"Let's see you try."

She's a little too flustered to focus correctly and when they start sparring, she is completely taken off guard. She's not even on guard to begin with in all honesty. He pins her down easily when he doesn't even have to pin her down. He could have just as easily knocked her down or swept her leg. He just wants to get in her face and tease her about it.

"That all you got, sweetcheeks?"

He pinches her chubby cheeks as he calls her that and she whimpers. He mocks her by whimpering back, but holy fuck he's kind of obsessed with it and wants to make her make those noises more. So while they're training, he does everything he can to make her whimper and whine like that.

At one point, he grabs her jaw and squishes her heels, grinning in her face. She whimpers as she's kind of forced to look at him and he chuckles. "Come on, I knowbyou can break out of this hold. It's so easy."

He's almost sickly in love with it. If someone like Sam says something to him about it, he'll just brush it off as he was messing with her. Nothing more than that and she shouldn't be worried about anything. He scoffs at any implication that it was more than that, bullying Reader and what not.

However, I firmly know that this version of Hawk is still a total hothead on a hairline trigger and he's fiercely loyal. So once they've actually trained hand in hand with the Miyagi-Dos for a while, he'll say something like "I guess they're not as bad as they seem, but they're still annoying as Hell." But the moment a Cobra rears their head and spits so much as a little insult in their direction, he's bowing up and standing on the front lines.

This differs with Reader, though, especially since everyone knows she didn't start doing karate to help in this dojo vs dojo war zone. So if any one, Cobra Kais especially, mess with her or make her upset, it's on sight.

He'll never admit he's fallen for her little shy mannerisms or her round face or her sweet giggle he hears from time to time. No, that has nothing to do with it.

"What the fuck are you on about? You wanted me to be a team player, I'm playing for the fucking team!" this being said after her beat the snot out of a Cobra for pinching Reader's fatty arm and making her yelp.

In his mind, he's the only one that gets to do that, and be never goes as far as to actually hurt her.

"Looking out for each other and all that nice bullshit, right?"

He's borderline cruel but in his own special, from his heart kind of way. (Also it's a little funny if he probably has little experience trying to woo a girl and this might be one of his best efforts)

I want to write more of this. I love this. @sensei-venus thank you for this.

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