#he was just like ‘the stuffed animals are buy one get one half off’

[stop-talking]

You're his ex, but he's desperate for a babysitter. (pt. 4)

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

2.4k words + 300 word epilogue

Tags: 18+, mike x fem reader, no use of y/n, exes, enemies to lovers, slowburn? sassy mike, sassy reader, pet names, banter, angst, fluff, comfort, happy ending.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Mike sits at his kitchen table, trying not to nod off into his cereal. Today is a quiet day. A lazy day. His one day off.

Except, not really. There's always work to be done. He just has to figure out what today's work would be. He's caught up on laundry and dishes, the house isn't too much of a mess... Hm. Maybe he should finally fix the dripping pipe in the bathroom. Or the living room window that's been stuck for years. Or one of the million other things wrong with his house.

He sighs and goes to take a bite of his cereal, only to realize he forgot the milk. Damn it. When he opens the fridge, he stands face to face with a little blue dolphin stuffed animal. Right... Abby's still testing him. He leaves it alone, she'll see it when she gets home from school and assume her "spell" still works. Pfft.

Mike nearly drops the milk mid-pour when he hears the phone ring.

*click.*

"Hello?" He mumbles groggily, a little annoyed to have his morning brooding interrupted.

"Hey, Mike? You free at all today?"

He immediately perks up at the sound of your voice. It's been two days since he last saw you, and he honestly wasn't sure if you'd ever speak to him again.

"Yeah, uh... It's my day off, actually."

"Good. I'm using that 2nd favor."

Mike's heart races. If this favor is going to be anything like the last one, he was definitely up for it.

"Oh? Missing me already, sweetheart?"

"As if. I need you to build me a shelf."

A shelf? Well, that was unexpected. Hm. Better than nothing.

"What, like build it from scratch? Are you expecting me to buy the boards, or-"

"No. I have all the pieces. It just needs to be assembled."

"You can't assemble a shelf?" Mike scoffs, but secretly he's pleased. Sounds like you just want an excuse to have him over.

"Mike. You know I'm no good with tools."

No, he didn't know that actually. Liar. You definitely just wanted to see him again. God, he felt giddy.

"Mhm. Sure."

"Just get your ass over here, Schmidt."

"Woah, what's with the attitude, Princess? I'm here to help." He can't help but let some smugness seep into his tone. Okay, more than some. He's a cocky bastard and he knows it.

"I've been working on the damn thing all morning. Almost three hours now. Not in the mood, jackass."

Shit. You sounded sincere. And really pissed off. Then again, what kind of a shelf took three hours to assemble? The fuck was it? A jigsaw puzzle?

"Alright, alright. I'll be over soon. See ya."

Mike slumps against the counter as you grumble something incoherent and slam the phone down. Damn, what is he getting himself into this time?

Only one way to find out.

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When Mike finally arrives at your apartment half an hour later, he feels a bit silly. He put on a nice shirt and trousers to come see you, and here you are in sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Figures.

"Call for a handyman?" He greets you with a teasing smile, holding up his old rusted toolbox as he makes his way inside.

"Pfft. Someone's happy to see me."

Mike can't really say anything to that, so he doesn't try. He is happy to see you, even if you have attitude problems and dress like a bum.

"So, I bought the damn thing from a friend-of-a-friend, who got it at a garage sale. I swear, it has to be missing some parts or something, because-"

He nods as you rattle on and lead him to your bedroom, but he's only half-listening. He looks around your apartment, taking it all in. It's been at least six months since he last came over, probably longer. It doesn't look to have changed much. He likes your apartment. It's cozy.

"Anyways... can you fix it?"

Mike pauses in the doorway of your bedroom as you give him a sheepish smile and gesture to something in the corner.

Holy hell. Is that supposed to be a shelf? Mike can't help but think that the hideous agglomeration of boards and screws would only be good as a fire-starter. It looks more like a pile than a shelf.

"Uhh..." He bites his cheek, desperately trying not to burst into a fit of laughter. Maybe you really weren't lying about the whole "no good with tools" thing.

He finally loses it when you groan and flop down on the bed, hiding your face in a pillow.

"Ughh... Laugh at me, whatever. Just fix it."

"Jesus Christ. This has to be the sorriest excuse for a shelf I've ever seen. Sure you don't want me to haul it to the junkyard instead?" He snorts, sitting down on the edge of your bed and looking with disdain at the half-assedly assembled shelf.

Mike immediately shuts his mouth when you glare at him. Oops, right, you're in a bad mood.

"I mean, uh... you tried?" He laughs, shaking his head in amusement. He still can't believe you're actually this inept when it comes to assembly.

"Get to work, Schmidt."

Mike yelps as you kick him off the bed, but doesn't bother retaliating. He just grabs his toolbox and sits on the floor, examining the so-called "shelf".

"Well, the first step is going to be un-doing everything you did."

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You lie on your stomach in bed, chin propped up on your hands as you kick your feet in the air and ponder the sight before you. Mike's back is turned to you as he quietly works away taking apart the monstrosity you assembled.

"How long is this gonna take?"

"Well, If it wasn't so..." He trails off, glancing at you and choosing his words more carefully.

"...sturdy, it'd be a lot easier to take apart."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

He gives you an incredulous look and gestures to a series of nails in a corner where two boards meet. It does look pretty ridiculous, the sharp ends pointing out the other side. Not your best work.

"You put nails in it, sweetheart." He scoffs.

"How else was I supposed to keep it together?" You give him your best pout, and gloat internally when he has to turn away. He's absolutely infatuated with you. Even the back of his neck is pink.

"It comes with screws for a reason, ya know."

"There's a difference?"

He turns and gives you a flat look, and you laugh. Damn. You can play dumb with him, but maybe not that dumb. Noted.

Still, it's a little boring just laying there and watching him grumble and pull nails from wood. You can't really mess with him too much either, because you really do what him to fix the stupid shelf.

"You want something to drink?" You finally break the silence, under the guise of trying to be a good hostess.

"Pfft. Need some whiskey to deal with this bullshit." He snorts, pulling yet another nail free. He'd almost gotten one board off. One. This was gonna take a while.

"I was thinking more along the lines of soda or tea."

"Jack and Coke, then?"

"Mike. It's hardly past noon."

"So?" He scoffs. "For me, this is like... evening, or something. I dunno. Sleep schedule's fucked with this new job."

That answer makes you pause.

"What is it you do now, anyway?"

He groans, finally prying one of the boards free of the clusterfuck.

"Night guard. Told you already, remember?" He tries to shrug the question off, but you're nosy.

"Where?"

"Uhh... Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..."

"Speak up."

"Ugh. It's this stupid rundown hellhole pizzeria. Honestly dunno why anyone would wanna break in there anyways. It's a dump."

"What kind of a pizzeria needs a night guard? Or any guard?"

"The haunted kind."

You decide not to ask about that, simply shaking your head as you walk to the door. He's truly a loon. A loveable loon, unfortunately.

"Just tell me what you want to drink, Mikey, or I'm getting you water."

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Mike sits on the floor of your bedroom sipping his glass of water and wondering how he got here. If you'd told him a week ago he'd be building his witch of an ex-girlfriend a shelf, he would've gagged. Now...? Well, he just wants to go join you on that bed.

"So are you really just gonna sit there and look pretty while I do all the work?"

"Aww, you think I'm pretty, Mikey? You smile, lying on the bed with your feet kicking in the air, giving him a look of pure adoration. It wasn't hard to do.

"Pretty annoying, yeah." He turns away with a scoff, returning to his work. If only he could get this stupid nail untangled from the other two... why would anyone use this many nails?

"You know, I think I liked you better gagged."

"Oh I know, sweetheart. I could see it in those evil eyes of yours." He can't help but smirk a bit at the comment, though. Sometimes he liked himself better gagged, too. He shakes the thought away and keeps working.

"Why can't you just get on hands and knees and beg me to take you back already?" You huff dramatically and roll over onto your back, letting your head fall over the edge of the bed. He looks silly from this angle. Upside-down.

That question nearly makes Mike drop his tools. Were you serious?

"Why? So you can laugh me off again?"

Ouch. It was true you'd turned him down the last time he'd tried it, but that was six months ago.

"Maybe if you used those big brown puppy eyes of yours on me."

That only earns you a grunt, so you verbally prod him again.

"Besides, why can't I do both? Laugh at you, then take you back? Sounds fun."

"Pfft. Fun? To toy with me? You'd probably break up with me all over again just for shits and giggles." He responds bitterly, still refusing to turn around.

"Mikey. Look at me." You roll back over onto your stomach and rest your chin in your hands as he slowly meets your gaze.

"I didn't break up with you just for shits and giggles. You know that. I'm not letting you sit there and wallow in self-pity."

Mike goes stiff from your words, but your tone is soft, and your eyes even softer. You're still giving him that adoring look. Damn it.

"Well maybe I'd rather wallow in self pity than admit you were right all along."

"You've had six months to wallow. Grow a pair and come kiss me."

He can't say no to that. Not when you look at him that way. He shuffles over, kneeling by the side of your bed. On his knees for you again, damnit.

You kiss him. It's different from the lustful, sloppy kiss you shared last time. This one makes you feel warm. You kiss him again. And again.

Mike really doesn't want this to end, but the knot in his stomach forces him to pull away. He has to ask.

"Why? Why are you doing this, I mean? Do you really want... to take me back?" He sputters, looking down at the floor.

"I'm not completely sure yet." You answer honestly, shifting and lying back on the bed.

Damn. That's not the answer he wanted to hear.

"Are you-"

"Come here."

When you pat the spot next to you in bed, Mike melts. He's a wreck right now, but still wants nothing more than to be with you, in every sense of the word. He silently complies.

"It's not about right and wrong, you know. As much as I love being told I'm right." You give him a soft smile, breaking the silence and placing your hand on top of his as you both lie on your sides.

Damn it. He'd done this with you before, this and so much more. Why was such a small touch turning him to goo?

"What isn't?"

"The breakup. It's about growing as a person. As people. Both of us." You lace your fingers with his, and can't help but laugh as his face reaches a level of pink you've never seen before.

"And what exactly am I supposed to be growing out of?"

"Pfft. I don't know, the emotional unavailability? The way you never made time for me? Constant irritability?" You start to dramatically list off his flaws, using your free hand to count on your fingers.

"Okay, okay. I get it." He huffs, and grabs your hand before you can make fun of him more. Instead, he guides it to his side, pulling you in a little closer.

"And you're miss perfect?"

"No. 'Course not. I have flaws too." You give him a sly smile, and start listing your own "faults".

"Too hot and sexy, too intelligent, too kind, amazing, sweet and caring..."

That's as far as you get before Mike scoots closer, burying his face in your neck and giving you a playful nip.

"Too arrogant." He adds with a laugh, wrapping his arm around you and letting himself melt further into you.

"My arrogance is one of my best qualities, thank you." You reply haughtily, sliding your hand up his back and into his hair.

Mike couldn't speak, even if he could somehow find the right words to say. Everything in this moment felt so right. His arm around you. Your fingers in his hair. He lets out a soft groan instead.

You aren't exactly eager to let go of this moment either, and just hold him for a few minutes. It feels nice to play with his soft brown curls.

"I'll do better. Please." He finally mumbles something to you, not bothering to move his face from where it's buried in the crook of your neck.

"Please what, Mikey?"

"Take me back."

He finally pulls back, just enough to give you a glimpse of those puppy eyes of his. Damn it. How could you even think of saying no?

"Yeah. Okay."

You both lean in for another round of soft passionate kisses, and Mike feels himself relax completely. His stomach unknots and his mind goes numb. For the first time in months, he feels completely safe.

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"So does this mean you'll babysit for me again?"

"Go finish the shelf, Schmidt."

"Yes, Princess."

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♡ Epilogue ♡

Over the past few weeks, you and Mike had fallen into a sort of rhythm.

He never did end up finding a new babysitter, and besides, you're the only one who could ever get Abby to finish her dinner. You had to graduate her from daily witching lessons to weekly ones, though, convincing her she needed to study for the more advanced spells. Secretly, Mike was just losing track of which objects in his house were supposedly invisible. It was quite amusing to watch.

Mike's favorite part of the day was coming home to you already asleep in his bed, and waking you up with a kiss. He'd then either lie down in bed while you shower, or hop in there with you, depending on how you felt. Either way, he loved the view.

The conflicting schedules made things complicated, but you were able to work around it. Mike slept better with you holding him, and consequentially, was a lot more agreeable. He did his best to make more time for both you and Abby.

He even started to open up to you for once, letting you take on some of his burdens. This man sure had a lot of guilt. You were certain he hadn't yet told you everything, but he told you enough. At least you finally knew what the fucking NEBRASKA poster on the ceiling was for. Now you kind of felt bad for all the times you teased him about it the first time you dated.

As for the damn shelf... well, he finished it. It was still hideous, but it was functional. There were holes in it from the nails, and the wood had even started to splinter in a few spots. You couldn't bring yourself to get rid of it, though. Not after how much work you both put into it. Even if most of Mike's work revolved around un-doing yours.

It definitely wasn't a perfect relationship, not by far. But Mike never promised to be the perfect boyfriend. He just promised to be better.

And he was, bit by bit, every day. Better. ♡

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Author's note:

Thank you all for the love!! This was my first time writing a fanfic of any kind so I'm really happy so many of you enjoyed it. Feels good to bring the story to an end.

Feel free to send me a request, I'd love to write more fics about Mike. Or any other J-hutch character for that matter, Mikey is just my favorite <3

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[pablitogavii]

hey Can u do something about gavi spending a lot of money to buy gifts for reader (stuffed animal, candies, flowers...) and reader thinks they are so cute but scolds gavi for spending too much money and he gets all pouty🥺 that would be so cute

Here it is! Hope you like it :) It will be kinda long-ish

"Amor! Donde estas?" you heard coming from the hallways smiling immediately when you recognized Pablo's deep voice signaling that he came back home from training.

"Aquí!" you call back from the kitchen as he slowly walks in carrying a small Tiffany's bag in one hand and a bouquet of roses in another with an excited smile on his face.

"Díos mío Pablito! What is this?" you say putting down the pot and walking towards him taking the flowers first and then the little box.

"Are you going to open it amor?" he said when you stood there in shock since there was no real occasion for him to get you a present but he often did it so suddenly.

"You could have just got the flowers Pablito..." you say and he knew you felt guilty for receiving anything that required opening his wallet but he didn't care wanting to spoil his princesa whenever he can.

"Shh and open it amor..por favor?" he said pulling you closer and kissing your forehead before letting you go and you slowly undid the bow and lifted the top of the box.

"Te gusta?" he said while you started at the beautiful necklace with his initials on it sparkling inside the beautiful green velvet box.

"It's so beautiful.." you say softly and he smiled taking it out and helping you put it on before moving back and smirking when he saw bright "PG" sparkling on your neck.

"This was more a gift for me amor..seeing you wear it does things to me! I need you right now!" he walked closer leaning down and kissing your neck playing with the necklace while you blushed chuckling a little at how quickly he can get turned on with the smallest things...you loved it ;)

A couple of days later, during his last game of the season, he had a bouquet of red roses delivered to the stadium and brought to you during the half time.

"Estoy buscando a la señorita Y/n.." delivery boy said and you turned around looking up from your phone opening eyes wide when you saw the giant bouquet of roses in his hands.

"I think you are mistaken..um..I have a boyfriend" you say but he chuckled giving Pablo's letter first before handing you the flowers while everyone whistled around you.

"To the princesa más hermosa de todo el estadio. From your Pablito"

You blushed putting roses on the spot beside you as he came out of the tunnel looking up and smiling when he saw roses arrived and you were smiling brightly down at him.

"Te amo.." he mouthed pointing at you as you sent him a kiss with red cheeks form everyone around you awing and whistling.

"Tu eres loco.." you told him after the game while giving him a tight hug congratulating him on the win and the end of season and he kissed the side of your neck before kissing your lips sweetly.

"Tú me vuelves loco mi amor..I'm taking you to dinner tonight" he said and you were about to complain but he wouldn't hear it kissing your lisp and leaving quickly tog et changed.

"Ready to go princesa?" he said while opening a car door fro you to step out and the moment you saw the luxurious restaurant you felt guilty..you didn't want him to use so much money on you.

"Pablo...this restaurant is very expensive..let's just eat some burgers huh?" you say pulling him back but he wouldn't hear it saying they have the best sushi knowing that is your all time favorite food.

"We are not even dressed appropriately.."you tried to find more excuses but he pulled you in kissing your lips lovingly.

"You wearing my jersey is the most glamorous thing you could ever wear..so shh and let me spoil mi princesa linda" he said snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you inside before you could complain more.

After the end of the season, you took a few days off with Pablo in Sevilla to spend with his family and some friends letting him recharge after an intense few months of working and training non stop.

"So, I got these tickets for Greece and want to show her today..do you think she will like it?" Pablo talked to his sister Aurora and Belen while you went to the bathroom.

"Why wouldn't she like it hijo?" Belen said and Aurora waited for Pablo to finish his thought knowing there was more to his concern.

"She made me promise I wouldn't spent so much money on her..and I did but then I saw this beautiful cabin in Santorini and couldn't resist..She deserves only the best mamá and I want to give it to her" Pablo explained and his mom smiled nodding her head.

"She is a special one hijo..you keep her close" his mom said and Pablo nodded thinking the same thing knowing that you were it for him- the only one he wanted to be with forever.

"Just talk to her about it..she will understand hermano" Aurora said just as you walked back asking 'talk about what?' and Pablo got to his feet pulling you to the side.

"Amor..I got something for us" Pablos tarted but you knew exactly where this was going.

"Pablito, we said no more spending money on me?" you remind him and he nods his head but still pulling out the plane tickets.

"I know you don't want me to spend money because you don't want to feel like you're using me..but I know you aren't mi amor..and that's why I want to spoil you..I know you loved me when I could only afford a single rose and McDonalds cheeseburger but now I can afford to give you the world..and I want you to let me do it?" Pablo said giving you the tickets and you stared at them with tearful eyes.

"Are you..crying? Amor, please don't cry..we don't have to go. I'm so sorry.." Pablo panicked and this time you shut him up by kissing him passionately snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him close as he melted into the kiss.

"I love you Pablito..and I want to go with you...I would go anywhere with you" you spoke drying your happy tears while he smiled wide nodding his head and kissing your lips once more.

It was the most amazing trip you've ever been to..just you and Pablo with no distraction around you enjoying being together in love with each other.

He would wake you up with kisses down you spine and a greek breakfast in bed before you would go for your morning walks by the beach joking around end enjoying each other's company. You felt like a real life princess under his treatment..<3

Other people however, gave you a hard time..but it was nothing Pablo couldn't handle in his own style ;)

y.n.bebe

Santorini, Greece

Santorini, I love you <3 tagged @pablogavi

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comments:

pablogavi: you mean: Pablito, I love you right princesa??

y.n.bebe: hehe yeah

gaviragirlfriends: she only with him for money bruhhh

gavithehottest: yeah! and expensive travels :/

barcawagsarethebest: she is so beautiful and sweet and ofc she will travel with her boyfriend! y'all are haters for no reason!

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brunabiancardi: maravillosa! forget the haters linda <33

mikkykiemeney: can't wait to see you in a few days <3

pedri: power couple!

You felt bad reading those comments even though Pablo reassured you that they are only haters and don't hate anything better to do with their time.

You trusted him when he says he wats to treat you right because you deserve it, but you still could stop feeling guilty about it..it was stronger than you could control especially with those comments you've read.

Did people really think you are that awful? What if Pablo starts thinking it too?

pablogavi

Santorini, Greece

wishing you all to find yourself a princesa and treat her like one <3 I found mine a few years ago and she is my soulmate! tagged y.n.bebe

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comments:

pedri: proud of you hermano! treating your girl right!

pablogavi: she deserves it hermano! has been by my side from the beginning!

alejandrobalde: good man always treats his girl right!

pablogavi: sí señor!

mikkykiemeney: she is lucky to have you Pablo!

pablogavi: I'm the lucky one Mik, she is special!

aurorapaezg: most beautiful love story! <33 mi hermanita lindaa

y.n.bebe: te amo rora!! <33 liked by pablogavi

y.n.bebe: mi rey!

pablogavi: mi princesa! para siempre bebé!

gavisthebest: they love each other and people hating her for no reason is very sick! girl has been with him back in La Masia before all the 'money' as you say so get a life and leave them be in love <33

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barcaboys: preach! there haven't been this kind of love story since Messi/Antonella!!

You felt tears collecting in your eyes when you read how he defended you and made sure everyone knows just how special you are for him. You walked into the living room and he quickly noticed your tearful eyes asking what was wrong.

You rushed towards him and hugged him tightly and he hugged you back kissing the top of your head lovingly while you smiled brightly remembering his words vividly.

"Amor? Look up here.." he said drying your tears asking if you needed anything but you shook your head giving him a smile so he knows you were happy.

"Thank you for defending me..and for saying that I am your soulmate because you are mine too" you say and he smiled too now kissing your lips before nodding his head.

"Who messes with my princesa, messes with me! Now I want you to forget that nonsense and let me treat you right from now on..no guilt okay?" he said and you nodded rested your head on his shoulder while he held you there kissing your forehead lovingly.

Hope you enjoyed! :)

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[lovelyangelbee]

baby regressed alastor x caregiver reader please, there needs to be more baby alastor content

AGREED!

Little Fawn

Summary: Alastor is one tough little. So, he needs a tough caregiver. You try your best to do so, but it doesn’t always work out.

Warnings: None!

You sighed a little as you picked up yet another gnawed block. Tooth marks seemed to be littered all over the toys you kept in your room as of late, each toy now horrifically disfigured.

You weren’t really mad about it. What was there to be angry about, he was only following his instincts. Even if those instincts were to bite the living shit out of toys and sometimes people. You were working on the people part.

Poor, clearly delicious, Husk.

You winced when you picked up a giant glob of fluff and fur. You couldn’t even tell what this toy used to be, much less where it belonged. No matter, as it was being thrown out either way.

“Alastor, bubs, we really need to work on this habit.” You said as you took the drool-drenched thing and threw it into the plastic bag.

The sound of static could be heard. Claws scraping against the floor. The feared radio demon sat himself directly in front of you, shark-tooth smile on full display. He seemed to enjoy watching you clean up after him.

“You know, you’ll have no toys left if you keep doing this. I don’t want to have to keep throwing your toys away, mister.” You said, crossing your arms as you set the trash bag down.

Alastor continued to smile menacingly, waving tauntingly at the bag. You shivered a little at his antics, but shrugged it off. It was just your little deer being himself.

“Why don’t you try this honey?” You asked in a soft voice, grabbing a nearby teether. You knew the rubber wouldn’t survive his little fangs, but there was nothing else stronger. Nothing else that could satisfy his urge to bite and keep nibbling.

Radio static once again, this time more menacing. The deer reached his hands out for the toy, his little grabby hands difficult to resist. You sighed and shook your head with a smile, handing him the toy.

Alastor happily shoved the thing in his mouth, already breaking the toy. You knew it wouldn’t last long, but it’d buy enough time to finish cleaning. You went to place a kiss on his head, but he flinched away. You winced.

You had forgotten for a moment how much he despised touch. Even a simple touch was far too overwhelming for him. You quickly apologized, blowing him a kiss instead. That was the alternative.

Although it would’ve been nice to actually kiss your baby’s head.

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After a lot of work, and a lot of looking under the couch for fuzz, you had managed to fully clean the room of any traces of fluff and fur. No more ratty stuffed animals, no more half-chewed blocks, and no more mess.

You sighed and collapsed onto the bed, rubbing your forehead. You had a nasty headache. You’d done so much work today, cleaning and simultaneously watching Alastor.

Oh, Alastor.

The boy had been an absolute terror. He whined and fussed, refused to leave your side, then proceeded to growl when you got too close. He also wouldn’t let you feed him, not jambalaya nor a bottle. And then, to make it that much better, he colored on the walls.

And he didn’t even like coloring!

But you didn’t get mad. This was his way of letting out his stress and emotions, it’d be wrong to get angry. However, you were still pretty pissed at the moment.

You threw a hand over your eyes, rubbing your temple softly. You didn’t know what to do with him. You didn’t mind a bit of fuss, but downright disobedience was another thing.

You were pulled from your thoughts by something wrapping around your waist. You sat up, only to see your little fawn cuddling up to you with a jutted out lip. Tear streaks were on his face, evidence of previous crying making your heart break a little.

“Oh, oh no little fawn. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m sorry if you thought I saw-“ “ ‘m sorry.” He said, cutting you off. You tried to hide your look of shock.

Not only was Alastor hugging you now, but apologizing? Now that was truly unbelievable. You didn’t even think he could feel regret, with the twisted person he was. However, it seemed that he had proven you wrong.

“Baby, it’s okay. I’m not mad. But I do think that we need to work on this,” You said softly, deciding to card a hand between his antlers and ears. It’s not like he wasn’t jumping away from you, his arms tight around your waist reminding you.

“I think we should have some new rules. For one, why don’t you tell me when you feel bitey, hmm? So we can get you some real chew toys.” You suggested. He nodded, blinking up at you with those big red eyes.

“Another one could be time outs. When you do something bad, like color on the walls, you go in time out. Do you think you could handle that, my love?” You asked, a bit gentler.

He nodded once again, cooing against your chest. You smiled, knowing you’d most likely have to speak with him about this when he was big again.

But for now, you’d enjoy your time with your precious little fawn.

#age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel

[kxyera]

How the Ghouls spend time alone (SFW) <3

All fluff, first time i've ever wrote something like this :)

Aurora

I know for a FACT this girl can draw. She can sketch, paint, reference, shade and draw in multiple art styles. She's incredibly proud of her art (AS SHE SHOULD?!) and always draws little sketches of the other ghouls when shes bored or alone. She sometimes rips the pages out and gives it to the ghoul she drew, they always fawn over it and thank her multiple times.

Cirrus

She's a doomscroller. Enough said. She has a screen-time of over 10 hours and is not ashamed whatsoever. She also loves online shopping, she spends at least half her time scrolling to buy things she cant and will probably never afford or wear.

Cumulus

THIS. GIRL. CROCHETS. SHE IS A CROCHET QUEEN. She especially loves making stuffed animals and makes the ghouls little stuffed animals for anti-christmas and their birthdays. They're always personalised and is colour-coded to the giftee's element (EG: Fire = Red wool, Water = Blue wool, Air = White/grey wool, Earth = Green/brown wool, Quintessence = Purple). She loves the time and effort spent in making crochet projects, and absolutely adores seeing the other ghouls' face light up when they're gifted one of her projects.

Sunshine

I feel like she'd just enjoy the alone time. She'd go on walks by herself, skipping and listening to music. She just loves everything and is literally a walking ray of sun. literally.

Swiss

He definitely plays loud music and sings along to it. Other ghouls either love it or hate it, depends on what time of day/night it is. He once woke up Sodo at 2am from it. DEEPLY regretted it. Has always stopped playing music at exactly 10pm after that incident.

Sodo

Depending on his mood, he'll either practice his guitar or go on walks. He almost always practices his guitar as he thinks its the only thing that will keep him focused in on something. He plays to get his mind off of whatever happened and he'll only goes on walks when he knows he needs to properly clear his head.

Mountain

He'd be a gardening boy. His room is full of plants and he knows the exact name of every plant in his room. He'd go out to the ministry gardens and sit underneath one of the trees reading. He's a calm boy.

Rain

You bet your ass if its a rainy day he's out there running around in it. Heavy rain? He loves it. Storm? No problem. Thunder? He'll jump at the large crashes of thunder, but find it to be music to his ears. He takes daily showers and the water has to be cold. He loves cold water (especially in the mornings) and he absolutely has a rainfall shower head. His spare time is spent damp.

Phantom

This little gremlin is a walking pile of chaos. He once baked with the ghoulettes when he was bored. Its safe to say he's now officially banned from the kitchen. Everytime he has spare time alone, he instantly goes to find someone to mess about with. He also plans elaborate pranks to pull on the other ghouls in the future. Yes, he has a notebook with all these plans.

Aether

He’s the type of guy that reads a lot of old novels, always has a book on him. He *loves* H.P. Lovecraft, especially ‘Call of Cthulhu’ and could talk about it for hours by a cozy fire if he had someone to listen

#aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #swiss ghoul #sodo ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #domestic december ghost ghouls (sorta) #headcanons #ghost headcanons #ghost bc headcanons #ghost bc #kxyera’s headcanons

[hahafixon]

Bank Robbery ~ *Jung Wooyoung*

Summary: You just need to deposit some checks at the bank. That's all. However, you find yourself in the middle of a bank robbery. Too bad you don't seem to care about the apparent danger you're in.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2063

Warning: Swearing, guns, bullets, arguing, yelling, mentions torture, no one is actually hurt

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

It was a simple deposit. You had some birthday checks from your extended family that you needed to put in your checking account. You really didn’t want to go to the bank today, preferring to binge watch anime in your pajamas. However you knew if you didn’t do it soon, you never would do it. Besides, it was more money that you could use. Who doesn’t want money?

So you were stuck waiting in line four people deep as the teller assisted an elderly woman with transferring money to her grandkids. Though the gesture was sweet in your opinion, you also were annoyed. You really didn’t want to be here. So you internally prayed that the four people ahead of you would go fast so you could deposit and get out.

But, of course, nothing could be that easy.

“ALRIGHT LISTEN UP!” A man in a mask yelled, getting everyone’s attention as he waves a gun around. “This is a robbery. Hand over everything of value and we’ll let you live.”

Seven other men came in and started taking valuables from everyone. Though you were paralyzed with fear, you couldn’t help but be a little pissed. This was just going to take longer! It seemed the universe was conspiring against you so that you wouldn’t go home.

A couple of the men in masks started going down the line of people, gathering the valuables they had on them. The others went behind the counter and started to shake down the employees. You watched carefully as they got closer and closer to you. Before you knew it, there was a gun being waved in your face.

“Be a good hostage and fork over the cash.” He snapped harshly.

Maybe you were tired from a long week at work and now having to come to the bank on your day off. Maybe you were crazy, after seeing this scene play out so many times in movies. Maybe you really did have a death wish. Whatever the reason, you found yourself refusing his request.

“No.”

This caused almost everything to come to a standstill. The man in front of you lowered the gun slightly in shock, his eyes wide behind his mask.

“D-did you say no?” His stutter wasn’t intentional, that much was obvious. He was trying to keep his composure as the half-baked plan fell around him.

“Yeah, I said no.” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not giving you the money I was given as a gift from my family. Besides, you shouldn’t go around robbing establishments, especially banks, when you don’t have a solid plan to start with. I bet that gun isn’t even loaded!”

Yep, you were definitely crazy.

The man before you shifted from foot to foot uneasily. “Y-yes it is!”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course it is!” One of the robbers from behind the counter shouted back at the two of you.

The guy standing next to you nudges your shoulder harshly. “Just give him what he wants! You’re going to get us all killed!”

“He’s right, you know!” The robber behind the counter agreed.

You shook your head. “No, I know I’m right. Tell them! Tell them that the gun isn’t loaded!”

The man in front of you hesitated before he started to whine like a child. “It’s because MG didn’t buy the bullets!”

Well, you actually weren’t one hundred percent sure you were correct when you made that statement, but you were grateful you were.

The man behind the counter who was shouting at you stopped stuffing his bag with money. “What? Are you telling me that none of our guns have ammunition in them?”

A tall robber who was keeping look out turned back to the rest of the group. “Hey! It’s not my fault! WY said he was going to buy them!”

The man before you whipped around and waved the gun in his hand accusingly at the other man. “Me? I never said I was going to buy them! Besides, even if you didn’t get them, YS should have checked the supply stash for more bullets.”

A different robber shrugged nonchalantly. “It wasn’t my week to check the supplies. This week was S’s turn.”

“C’mon! Don’t pin the blame on me! The youngest should be the one who buys all the supplies!”

“Don’t make being young a punishment. You already made the rest of my life hell.”

The sound of bullets clattering to the ground got everyone's attention.

The other man behind the counter had emptied his gun. The other man behind the counter stared for a brief moment before opening his gun to find it empty. You couldn’t stop the smile from growing on your face as realization dawned on you.

“So I’m assuming only one gun was loaded? Tell me they’re the right kind of bullets?”

“Shut up!” The short one behind the counter shouted.

However the other man answered you. “They’re blanks.”

“I can’t believe you guys were dumb enough to rob a bank with blanks!” A laugh escaped you.

You shouldn’t be laughing. This wasn’t supposed to be funny. You were a hostage in a bank robbery. Granted, it was a botched bank robbery, but still. That didn’t mean you were out of the woods yet. However, the whole situation was absolutely hilarious to you. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the fact that you just really didn’t want to be here right now, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. You kept laughing when the man beside you elbowed you harshly in the side and when the robber in front of you grabbed you by the shirt.

“What’s so funny?” He snapped.

“You guys are!” You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m sorry but come on! If you saw some other criminals mess up as bad as you guys are, you would laugh too! Not saying that I’m a criminal, it’s just, ah, I’m sorry! This is really embarrassing for you guys. I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t laugh. But it’s too funny not to! Sorry!”

“Shut them up already!” The shorter man behind the counter shouted.

The other man beside him spoke up. “We should get out of here. The police will be on their way and I’m not going back to jail.”

“SH you’ve never been to jail.” The youngest scoffed with a shake of his head before he continued. “Still, I agree. Let’s get out of here already.”

As the robbers started to head for the door, the man in front of you, the one called WY, stayed where he was. You stared right back at him. “Well? Aren’t you going to follow your buddies?”

“There’s something about you…” His voice trailed off as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Gee thanks.” You rolled your eyes with a small smirk. “Just what I’ve always wanted: to be complimented by a criminal. You made my whole life, mister.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes at your words, however he did let go of your shirt. “No, I mean you’re not scared of us. I don’t get it. Why aren’t you scared?”

You shrugged. “Should I be? Like I said, you guys tried to rob a bank with blanks. How can anyone be scared of something that would feel like being shot with a paintball? I mean, yeah, it’ll hurt like a motherfucker, but it shouldn’t kill anyone. I don’t see you guys as the kind to shoot a gun pressed against someone’s body.”

“That’s not the full answer.”

You were a bit taken aback by his response. It wasn’t so much that it felt like he was calling you bluff, but it felt more like he could see through you. Especially since he was right; that wasn’t the full answer.

Again, it felt like you were struck by a bolt of courage and the words tumbled from your mouth, “Yeah, you’re right. I can see behind that mask of yours. I can see your eyes. You’re not the kind to hurt someone innocent. Sure, you’ll rob and cheat, but you won’t hurt anyone. So, no, I am not afraid of you. As for the rest of you, I can’t say for sure. But you, I’m not scared of you.”

Behind his mask, you could see the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, as he was giving a small smile. “Well, you may not be flattered by my previous compliment, but I am. And since we’re being honest, I should give you an answer of my own. You’re pretty cute. If you ever want to get in trouble with someone who has kind eyes, try and find me some time. You’ll find I’m pretty easy to find.”

Before you could say anything else, one of the other robbers came running in. It was S and he looked pissed. “Oh my God, WY! Hurry the fuck up! HJ is mad beyond all reason and we seriously need to get out of here before the heat does. So c’mon!”

As S ran out of the bank, WY sighed and rolled his eyes. “Damn, we’re all in for it when we get back to base. Maybe you won’t be able to find me since I’ll be six feet under.”

“I don’t know, your boss could be reasonable.” Even you knew those words were a lie as you said them, a smirk stretching across your lips. “But before you go, give me a hint of how I can find you. Perhaps I will take you up on your offer.”

He glanced around before shouting. “IF ANY ONE OF YOU TELL THE COPS ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE ABOUT TO SEE, I WILL HUNT DOWN EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU AND TORTURE YOU UNTIL YOUR LAST DYING DAYS.”

Before you could call him out on his bluff, he lifted up his mask and winked at you. Quickly, you memorized everything you could about his face. He had a small mouth and a button nose. But what really struck you about him were his eyes still. They were big and wide, sparkling with mischief and wonder alike. He was truly breathtaking. Perhaps you really would take him up on his offer to try and find him, just so you could see a face like that again.

Just as quickly as he lifted his mask, he quickly pulled it back down and raced out of the bank. It was like a spell had been broken. While everyone was in a rush to get information of the robbers, corroborating stories, and calling police, you were frozen in place. 

It felt like your life had drastically changed in that very moment, that brief moment you saw his face without his mask. It was like you were seeing him at his most vulnerable, and you liked what you saw. Sure he was a stranger, and you barely knew his name, you knew you were never going to forget him. He was someone that was going to plague your mind for the rest of your life. 

A small smile wormed its way onto your face. 

Maybe you were tired from work. Maybe you were frustrated because your peaceful day off was thwarted by not only having to go to the bank, but also because you were part of a hold up at the bank. Maybe it was because you had a death wish. But none of that mattered anymore.

As you started to leave the bank, the man who had been standing beside you called out, “Where do you think you’re going? The police are going to want to talk to you! You’re the star witness you know!”

You glanced over your shoulder at him. “Unlike the rest of you, I’m not pressing charges.”

“But, but, but they’re criminals!” The woman who was before him blubbered, tears still falling down her cheeks. “They stole our money!”

“No they didn’t.” You opened the door to the bank and picked up the bag that was in front of it. “At least, they didn’t steal the money each of you had on you. However, they took the money from the bank. So if the bank wants to press charges, it can. But I hold no alliance to an institution, least of all to a bank.”

You threw the bag into the bank before walking out.

You had a criminal to find.

#Ateez #Ateez Fanfiction #Ateez Oneshot #KPop #KPop Fanfiction #KPop Oneshot #Atiny #Jung Wooyoung #Jung Wooyoung X Reader #Jung Wooyoung Fanfiction #Jung Wooyoung Oneshot #Jung Wooyoung Angst #Wooyoung #Wooyoung X Reader #Wooyoung Fanfiction #Wooyoung Oneshot #Wooyoung Angst #Criminal #Criminal AU #Oneshot #Angst #Fluff

[headfullofpresley]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟓𝟎𝐬!𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: teeth rottin' fluff, make out sesh. kinda long but 50s!el is my baby boy.

A/N: since my brain is chaotic with fic ideas most of the time and i'm too lazy to write all of them out, i decided to give headcanons a lil try ;). lately i haven't been quite in the mood for smut or anything naughty naughty, so enjoy this piece of softness. 💗

you can imagine elvis to be famous or not, up to you!

Lots of dates.

Mostly initiated by you because you come up with ideas where to go, but he loves it.

The both of you would spend too much money on new clothes and records. He loved shopping as much as you did.

Picking out outfits for each other and showcasing them, driving the sales person crazy because you'd hog the fitting rooms for hours.

MATCHING OUTFITS! (i will simply pass away)

It's usually the colors that you'd match together, but he liked buying the exact same thing as well - mostly shirts and jackets.

Doesn't like it, but would carry the shopping bags and your purse if you'd ask.

Listening to new music that recently came out at record stores. This is definitely a weekly activity.

Diner dates!!!

Sharing a milkshake with two straws, because you're cheesy like that.

He always lets you have the cherry on top of the whipped cream.

Flipping a coin to decide who will pick the next song on the jukebox.

Most of the time you'll stay until closing time, unless you two have plans to hang out with friends that evening.

DRIVE IN DATES.

You'll go see whatever movie is popular at the time, not caring what genre it is because the both of you don't care about the movie at all.

You two will watch the first half hour, until the snacks are gone and you're all over each other.

It stays with just kissing on most nights at the drive in, but sometimes he'll mention the blanket he has in his trunk and you'll allow him to get what he wants.

Because even though you're a little shy about doing stuff in public, you want him just as bad and can rarely resist him.

THE MEMPHIS FAIR, BABY!

You can spend hours and hours at the fair.

Riding the same rides over and over again, stuffing your face with food, spending way too much money on games to win prizes.

He refuses to leave the fairgrounds until he won you at least one big prize.

You were just as happy with the smaller stuffed animals, but he had his mind set on a huge panda bear and you knew there was nothing you could do to talk him out of it.

He won it, ofcourse he did, and carried it to the car for you.

He put the bear on a chair that stood near your wardrobe in your bedroom, making sure it faced the bed.

You couldn't help but feel a little awkward whenever the two of you were intimate and the bear was right there, staring back at you.

On nights when Elvis wouldn't be staying over, you'd turn the panda around so you would actually be able to get some rest without feeling creeped out.

Road tripssss!

In either his Pink Cadillac or Cadillac Eldorado. Your knowledge on cars is pretty much non existent, but you like the colors.

Warns you to tighten your headscarf when he speeds down the highway, but you never listen nor learn so you always lose it.

You bring snackies, but it's never enough and you both start craving fastfood as soon as a restaurant comes in sight.

The choice is always McDonald's, since you don't go there much and it became one of your little 'date locations' during these road trips.

He always insists on using the drive-through, but makes you get out of the car because you spilled ketchup on his seat once.

“As if you never spilled anything in this car,” you huffed with an eye roll, eating your burger from a safe distance from his car.

You knew he'd get the double meaning and he'd give you a smug grin, playfulness on his tongue as he spoke.

“And who’s fault is that, hmm?”

You'd flip him off, making him chase you around the parking lot before pushing you back in the car when your burger flew out of your hands and on the window of a parked vehicle.

During the summer, he'd beg and beg for you to get on the back of his motorcycle and while you were a little nervous about it, you agreed because you couldn't listen to him talk about it for another second.

You loved it more than expected and the roles soon flipped around - you being the one asking him to go on rides.

While the both of you loved to go out and hang with your mutual or own friends, you loved staying in just as much.

Because the both of you still lived at home, you'd often be cooped up in your bedrooms.

Despite being young and your relationship being fairly fresh, you two didn't go at it every chance you got but neither of you had a problem with this.

You liked being in each others' company, no matter what you were doing.

Sometimes he'd go through your entire vinyl collection that you had neatly placed on a shelf above your desk and he'd play record after record.

He didn't like all of them, but played them nonetheless because you liked them and he loved hearing you hum along.

Being in your presence calmed him down. He especially loved it when you'd lay with your head on his lap so he could play with your hair while you were reading.

When it was a book, he'd busy himself by trying to make little braids in your hair.

But when you'd be flipping through a random magazine, he wouldn't shut up.

“Read me the music columns, baby,”

Takes the magazine out of your hands because he wants to read them again with his own eyes.

Snatching the magazine back out of his hands, he lets you flip through it again but will tell you to slow down because he didn't finish reading the page you're on.

He'd point out the things he would love to see on you when you'd look at the clothes that were currently trending.

“This would look real cute on you,” he would say, pointing out a baby pink skirt with cherries embroidered onto it.

When his eye catches the polo shirts in all the colors of the rainbow, he gets excited.

“We could get a matching pair!”

“Elvis, I’m pretty sure these are for girls,”

He'd look down at you with a smug grin on his face, scoffing softly. “Honey, I don’t care. You know how good I look in pink,”

You knew he was probably dead serious about it, but laughed at him and circled the shirts with a pen to get back to them later. If he wanted one, he could get one.

When you'd linger a little too long on a page with Marlon Brando's face printed on it, he didn't do much to hide his jealousy.

“Stop droolin’ over this fucker and read me my horoscope already,”

You'd laugh and caress your fingers over Brando's face, sighing dreamily which would get your boyfriend even more riled up as he'd huff and pout, trying to get the magazine out of your hands.

You gave him what he wanted eventually, reading his horoscope to him.

He'd smile and nod when his week seemed to be looking up according to the stars, but when it wasn't as good as he hoped it would be, he would scoff and roll his eyes.

“Pssh, what a load of bull,”

He pretended not to believe in these things, but you knew he did.

Whenever your or his parents were away, you'd mostly be hanging out in the living area.

It was the only place in both your houses with a TV and it was nice to be able to watch your shows without any parents or siblings talking through the whole damn time.

Your attention span was short whenever you were in your boyfriend's presence, and so was his because casually watching TV on the couch always turned into make out sessions.

Elvis was the first boy you kissed, but he taught you well and you found yourself becoming obsessed with kissing him.

He tasted like Pepsi and you had grown accustomed to the lingering taste of the cigars he smoked throughout the day.

His favorite position was when you'd be next to him, your legs draped over his lap so he could run his hand along the side of your thigh, his other hand placed at the nape of your neck.

It was comfortable for you too and you loved playing with his hair (as much as the product in it would allow you to) and resting your hand on his chest or on the side of his neck.

His kisses were soft and gentle, allowing you to take the lead so you could set the pace. He wanted you to be comfortable and while he was a tad bit more experienced, he wanted you to show him what you liked.

He thought he might know everything about you and your body, but he realised you could still teach him a thing or two about yourself. Elvis hated studying, but when the subject was you, he was the best student of the class.

“You taste like strawberry today,” he'd point out, going in for a kiss in between every word to kiss the slight gloss off your lips.

“I bought a new lip balm today,”

Humming deeply against your lips, he'd dip his tongue across your lower lip, sucking on it gently.

“Do they sell more of those flavors?”

You giggled, listing off all the flavors. He decided that he wants to kiss every single one off those pretty lips of yours.

“Let’s try ‘em all, baby,”

He wouldn't give you much time to agree, his hand running up your thigh and squeezing softly as he'd dip his tongue deeper in your mouth.

Slightly tilting his head and moving his hand from your neck to wind around your shoulder, your lips fell into a comfortable and slow paced rhythm.

The two of you were in sync, perfectly aware of each others' next moves and it made you shut out the world around you.

Your favorite show that was playing on the TV had become nothing but background noise.

His large hand would engulf your smaller shoulder, squeezing you softly in the embrace because he wants to feel you closer against him.

Unfortunately for the both of you, you still had to fill your lungs with oxygen but when you'd pull away from each other, his hand that had been on your thigh would move to the side of your face, cupping your cheek.

Nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours as he takes stammered breaths, his eyes taking in every detail of your face.

He'd caress his thumb across your lower lip, the corner of his mouth rising in a grin as he looked at your slightly swollen lips and the smudged tint of your lip balm.

“My pretty baby has pretty lips,”

Those words made you blush every damn time and he knew it all too well.

He liked seeing your cheeks heating up, flushing a shade of pink because of him.

“Could kiss ‘em all day, every day,”

Small, open mouthed kisses on your parted lips as his thumb caressed your cheek bone.

Whenever you wanted to kiss him properly again, he'd laugh softly and teasingly pull away because he wasn't done looking at you.

Always complimenting you on how pretty you look with your lips swollen like that, how he loved kissing you and how much he loves you.

Saying it back made you even more shy, but he wouldn't kiss you again until you told him. He knew you loved him, but he loved hearing you say it.

“I love you, Elvis. Please kiss me,” you'd pout and whine a little, knowing that usually got you what you wanted.

Ofcourse it did this time too, because he was weak for you.

“Okay, fine, fine. Because baby asks so nicely,” would give you a theatrical and playful sigh, rolling his eyes before he'd lean in again and capture your lips in a kiss again.

You'd happily let him take charge after a little while, moving along to his pace as he'd deepen the kiss.

You two didn't always kiss with the intention of sex, but you knew whenever he'd moan into your mouth and his hand started creeping underneath your skirt or dress that it was his sign that he wanted more.

You were more than happy to give it to him. Sometimes you'd make it to your room in time and sometimes your parents came home before you even had the chance to take things a step further.

Jumping away from each other and pretending to watch TV, you were pretty sure you could never fool your or his parents but they never commented on it because they too had been young once.

Takes about half an hour to kiss you goodbye at the door when he'd be over at your house, or in the car when he'd take you home.

When you wouldn't be spending the night together after spending the entire day side by side, you'd talk for hours on the phone.

Sometimes it would be deep conversations about the future and sometimes it would be about absolutely nothing, but you enjoyed every second of it.

Neither of you would hang up until one of you would fall asleep or one of your parents came in to tell you to hang up, not understanding what in the world you could be talking about after being around each other most hours of the day.

But you and Elvis were inseperable and you believed it would stay like that forever.

#elvis presley x reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis #elvis presley #elvis presley imagine #elvis imagine #elvis presley fluff #elvis fluff #austin!elvis fluff #austin!elvis imagine #elvis presley smut #elvis smut #austin!elvis smut #elvis headcanons #elvis presley headcanons #elvis presley fandom #elvis fandom #elvis fans #elvis 2022 #austin!elvis #austin!elvis headcanons #tamwrites

[leonw4nter]

i was wondering if you had any general dating headcanons for re2r leon (and fem reader)? like how he would act in a relationship, treat is partner, etc (sorry if this is vague i just really enjoy your writing so when i saw requests open i ran here lol)

General Dating Headcanons with RE2R!Leon x Fem!Reader

RE2R!Leon x Fem!Reader

When you two were first dating, he was shy and didn’t initiate most displays of affection aside from kissing or wanting to hold hands but after a month and a half, he was a lot more himself now. He wouldn’t hesitate to ask for cuddles now and is a lot more comfortable with giving you kisses on the cheek or hair in public.

Once his coworkers catch a glimpse of the cutesy messages you two send to each other, he will start fighting for his life in the work group chat. There was one particular incident where you left work early in order to surprise Leon and pick him up. Throughout the day, he was quiet and reserved but as soon as he saw you out of the corner of his eyes, his eyes twinkled and the widest grin spread on his face. His voice raised in pitch and he practically skipped over to you for a big hug.

When you two are working in your shared bedroom, doing individual tasks, and he realizes that you two aren’t talking but there’s a peaceful feeling, he’ll point it out and say something along the lines of “we’re like a married couple because we’re doing our own thing but it feels nice and we don’t feel obligated to entertain the other because our presence is enough” and then follows up with some random sentence and gets back to typing away in his laptop or reading reports again.

While dating, he developed the habit of saying the most romantic and poetic thing ever only to get back to doing something weird; just a day ago, he said “In the vast expanse of outer space and all the stars and galaxies in there, my universe begins and ends with you” then proceeded to hit his elbow against the chair, which made him cry out in pain and curl up in the ground.

Leon also tends to play with your stuffed animals in a way that he makes them do flips or do a little dance sometimes, to heal his inner child that he never got to bask in because of his rough childhood.

In the unfortunate event that you and him got into an argument, he would be the type to walk up to Jill and say “I should set myself on fire”. Jill will definitely look at him all confused and concerned, saying “And why is that…?” and he will respond with “Y/N and I got into an argument. She’s mad and I need to set myself on fire to feel the turmoil I have caused in her heart.”. Jill doesn’t know how to comfort him in this time so she pats his shoulder, giving Leon a judgemental side-eye but she knows he means well. In the end, she will give him advice like treating you to ice cream or doing all the chores for an entire week to appease you and calm the storm in your heart.

Although he earns well, he saves up and doesn’t buy most of what he wants (for example, a Linkin Park CD) so he could spoil you and buy you things without worrying about the expenses. In the end, he ends up being at the receiving end of your spoiling because you felt that today was a good day and ended up buying him the CD he’s been eyeing for.

He’s also the type to scold other men for looking down on their partners and start fighting them to treat their partners right; before dating, he already did that but it was much more meaningful to him after you two started dating. If he was already the type to help his female coworkers ask for a day off due to cramps, he upgraded by petitioning to install sanitary pad vending machines in all the women’s restrooms in his workplace and offering to chip in some money for the said machine. At first, you were worried that he did all that just to get your approval or for you to cave in to giving him a chance but Jill and a few other female coworkers of his said that he’s been doing that ever since.

Leon kept the relationship secret for a little bit (he sucked at hiding it); Chris and Jill decided to check if you and him were dating so they said your name in a conversation they made sure Leon could hear loud and clear. In the end, Leon promptly turned around with the most dilated pupils, sparkly eyes, and a giddy ass smile and boom they caught him.

He won’t be the type to ask from you because he’s going to feel like a high-maintenance boyfriend; he’d hint but very subtly if there’s something that he wants and if you somehow managed to guess what he wanted correctly, he’d blush and then admit he did want it but he’ll always add “but I don’t want it a lot, it’s no big deal!”. If you do get him what he wanted, no matter how simple the thing you got him was, he’d always jump around and giggle before giving you a big hug and his “thank you”s.

He’s very cheerful and happy, he’d do his best to make you laugh and smile but if it’s not one of those days, he’d offer to stay silent and just listen to whatever you’re venting. He’d give his own thoughts and advice but he’ll make sure to listen to every single word you say. It would turn into a full-on rant + shit talk session and you always manage to feel a lot better afterwards and that enough is okay for him.

If you were sick, he’d be so worried sick. As soon as you say that your throat’s feeling a little weird, your head is pounding, and your temperature is above normal he WILL fetch you the most heavenly and refreshing jug of water and cook you chicken noodle soup or congee with bits of chicken. He’d bring a tray with your food, water, and Advil. Oh, he’d also have a trash bin ready if you’ll need to vomit. He’d help you up, propping pillows behind you so you’d be able to comfortably sit up in bed. He’d tell you that he’ll take a day off to look after you but you disagree, urging him to go to work the next day because you’re grown and can look after yourself. He’s hesitant but decides to go to work anyway. On the way home, he’d pick up some more pills and some warm food. He also wouldn’t forget to wring the wet towel on top of your forehead and adjust it if needed.

If he was the one sick, he’d try to play off what he was feeling. He’ll try to downplay the itching in his throat and how he’s so dizzy and on the verge of falling over. You’d catch on to him and tell him to get back to bed and rest, while you do the same thing he does for you: cook food, place a damp towel on his forehead, and try to help him out to the best of your ability. He wouldn’t ask for massages but you’d give him one anyway, a sigh of relief occasionally leaving his lips when you soothe the joints he didn’t notice was sore. He feels pathetic whenever he’s sick but he’s very thankful that there’s someone who’s willing to help him and take care of him until he’s back to full health.

When you two got into an argument, he’d feel bad. He got the last word but at what cost? You’re not speaking to him and the only look you’d give him is a glare and side-eye, if he’s lucky– sometimes, you wouldn’t look at him at all. He’d feel extremely guilty and he’d try to talk to you but the cold glare you’d give him was enough to make him forget whatever he wanted to say. He’d try to make up for whatever mistake he made by cleaning up the apartment, arranging your items, cooking you your favorite meals, or driving you to and from wherever you need to be.

He’d ask his female coworkers for help, especially his coworkers in relationships. He’d approach them with a pocket notebook and pen in hand, ready to write away whatever wisdom they’d give. That day, he got off work early and sped home in order to prepare a nice dinner and run a nice, warm bath. When you arrived, he offered to undo the laces of your shoes and pack away your coat and bag. When you were done, he served your favorite meal and watched you eat. He explained how sorry he was and swore to never plant the seeds of anger and resentment in your heart ever again and to be a better boyfriend for you. You chuckled and accepted his apology, giving him a peck to the cheek before continuing to finish your dinner.

If you’re on your period and the blood somehow leaked on the bed, he wouldn’t feel disgusted or get mad at you for staining the sheets. He’d always say that you don’t get to control when you want to bleed and that you have enough troubles for a week every month so cleaning the sheets and replacing them would be one of the things he can do to help you. If you two were somewhere outside and your blood seeped through your jeans, he’d take his jacket and wrap it around your waist. If he didn’t have a jacket around, he’d walk you to the restroom while rushing somewhere to get you some new underwear and pants, along with tampons or pads and some tissues.

If you didn’t own one already, he’d look for those heating pads that wrap around your waist like a giant band-aid in order to ease the cramps in your lower abdomen and back. He’d buy you whatever foods you were craving for and be in his best behavior; cramps could make you cranky and one wrong move from him could ruin the entire day, which he understood. In the entire week you’re bleeding and suffering, he’ll cuddle you as you watch something on the TV and ask if you need anything else. If it’s his turn to do laundry and spotted that you leaked some blood into your clothes, he wouldn’t feel disgusted to take it upon himself and clean it up nicely. It’s just blood and everyone has blood, why would this blood be any worse or any more shameful than blood from nosebleeds or wounds?

During ovulation week, he feels a little flustered that you’re flirting with him a lot more and eyeing him like he’s a tall piece of meat. You’ve also began to be a lot more touchy with him, giggling and breathily whispering into his ear. He feels a little shy, the tips of his ears reddenning because he’s not used to being called “handsome”, “pretty” or “hot”. He does his best to meet your needs but he still finds ovulation to be… interesting. He talked to Chris’ younger sister Claire about it and she said that it’s normal since the hormones are going haywire in that phase.

One night, you came home a little later than you normally do and found Leon in the restroom, trying out your skincare products in small amounts. He was putting them on in the wrong order and applying the wrong amounts, sheepishly grinning at you when he got caught. You offered to help him after changing into much more comfortable clothes, teaching him which creams to use and in what order. In the end, you both fell asleep in the masks you two were meant to wear for only half an hour.

He’d also let you do his make-up, straddling his lap with his arms around your waist as your tongue was poked out in concentration while you did his eyeliner, making sure it was heavy and dramatic with a sharp wing. You told him not to move after he already sneezed twice while you powdered his face, not wanting to mess up the eyeliner work you already did in order to really complete his look. Somehow, he looked so pretty in the make-up you gave him, his lips were even more plump-looking with the gloss and the eyeshadow complimented the frosty blue of his eyes. He’d let you take pictures but he won’t want you to send it out to his coworkers because he’d feel so embarrassed.

After discovering that you know how to manicure and do nail care, he stopped going to the nail salon to get his nails and hands taken care of and let you do it instead. Most of the time, he’ll only have you push back his cuticles and paint a clear coat on them. Every single time, after you finish up making his hands and nails look pretty, he would repay you with hugs and kisses. If you ended up getting your nails done with nail accessories and gems and all things shiny, he’d end up asking to look at your hands and just admire the intricate details on them. With permission, he’d gently run a hand through your nail and feel the textures on them. Sometimes, he’d end up staring for hours on end or repeatedly glance at them again. He’d be even happier if you seem very visibly pleased with the nails you got for yourself.

If you’re insecure about how you look and you’re not feeling very confident about yourself, he’s going to be there to reassure you that you’re not ugly and you’re better than how you currently perceive yourself. If you two were going out and he noticed that you weren’t visibly confident with the outfit you put on, he won’t hesitate to reassure you but he won’t push wearing the outfit on you if it’s really not what you want to wear.

Lastly, he’s probably the type to own reading glasses but not actual prescription glasses. When he does wear them if he’s reading reports or on his laptop, you can’t help but pinch his cheeks because he looks utterly and absolutely loserly and nerdy in them. Like he’d probably get rectangular black metal frames and he only wears it a handful of times. He doesn’t like wearing them because he doesn’t like the feeling of wearing glasses and doesn’t like how he looks with them on but you digress, encouraging him to wear them more often when he’s around you. Sometimes he makes you wear them and now, he finds you cute! He took so many pictures when he made you wear them for the first time, debating if he should change your contact photo on his phone to that one.

NOTE - Big, big thanks to the anon who asked for this!!! I hope I managed to write this one nicely :) I haven't been posting as much as I had when I first started writing bc I haven't been getting much inspo (hence me opening up requests ; I wanna write but my only issue is that I don't know what to write :'c) I still have my asks open so if anyone wants me to write something up, fire up the ask box <3 My bff is going to Japan soon and they said that if they manage to come across a Capcom store, they'll look for the Leon tsum!!!! WAEOWIRXYTGUS- I'm not going to force them to get it but I'd be rlly happy if they did :D I procrastinated doing my paper that's due tomorrow to be able to do this so I'm going to be rushing right after I post this :))) Anyways, thank you to everyone who likes, follows, and reads my fics, it means a lot to me :) I <3333 UUUUUUU !!!!!!!!!

The hanging star divider is made by @benkeibear , the images are colored by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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[scoutsbabygirl]

"men don't cry." a scout x reader angst fanfic, although it focuses more on jeremy (and dell's friendship). if you think of engi as a dad/uncle then this will def pull at your heartstrings. reblogs, follows & likes are all appreciated!<3

"right? there's nothing too bad about me, right?" his voice was trembling and his face as red as a tomato. "right? i though i really was the best, city of champions, right? that means i'm a champion, right?" his pitch was erratic and high which was highly unusual for jeremy. he tried his hardest to make up for his fragile masculinity while having a slim and thin frame. the names he was called at school because of his look stuck with him well into his adulthood. his ego was being destroyed. he hoped in the back of his head that he was just misinterpreting the situation. he couldn't wrap his mind around it.

the scent of smoke.

the locked door.

slow ballad music erupting from the four walls.

the noises. which he just knew belonged to your larynx.

our of anger, he picked up one of the stuffed animals you had affectionally given to him during his birthday this past year and threw it at the wall, knocking down a framed photo of him and tavish piss-faced drunk at a bar for jeremy's 21st birthday. the clang of the dark oak frame caught him by surprise and brought him out of this delirious state driven by jealousy and anger. his eyes snapped back wide, stepping back without moving his feet a single inch. a soft sigh escaped his lips as his shoulders shrugged back into their original resting spot. he let out another exasperated sigh and laughed to himself with a crooked smile painting his lips half in embarrassment for his own little anxious mental breakdown and out of hatred for everything he heard just a few moments prior.

he was supposed to be the one on top of you causing you to make those angelic noises. not another man. he was well aware that you owed him nothing, nothing was official and there was nothing more of a friendship. he had never tried to officially approach nor court you, yet, someone else was lucky and ballsy enough to get there before he could even make the courage up to do so.

that thought caused him to pick the frame up and throw it against the wall, shattering the glass frame to pieces. the wooden frame caused a small dent in the wall that would be fixed easily with some dry wall or whatever trick dell knew. the notion that he

wasn't good enough

or that

someone else could hold you before he could even mutter the words of how much he admired you.

of course, he was a hormonal young man but nonetheless the love far outweighed the lust.

a gentle meek knock at the door caught him off guard and brought him back to his current reality. fear, instantly instilled into him as a wave-an ocean- a tsunami of anxiety washed over his broken mind. your voice tormented his soul and seeing your right now in his current state would bring him to his knees in sorrow and regret (for himself). he longed to have you run into his arms but he knew he wouldn't be strong enough to even look you in the eyes without the thought of you being underneath another man.

curiosity killed the cat and he opened the door. a small dell greeted him with a orange toolbox in hand with a caution tape sticker. his beard was a bit longer since jeremy had seen him last and it suited his face really well, something dell was proud of. jeremy regretted not buying him beard oils for christmas, oh, how he would've belly laughed while unwrapped the gift with a hand over his stomach.

"i heard a big crash! so i figured you were throwing baseballs in here again." the sentiment made a slight smile appear on the top left corner of jeremy lips. he was truly like a father to jeremy and the other mercs, a father that jeremy never had and he was starved to have the love of an older father figure. he was hungry for someone to listen to his problems, he was famished for someone to call "dad".

"well." jeremy sighed, stepping aware from the white door that was littered in small, medium and large dents, a myriad of black sharpie chicken scratch and cutout photos of his favourite players from the teams from back home.

"all that ruckus for that little bend?" his southern drawl was quite comforting for scout. he thought of being a much younger boy in the middle of boston with pops in his room looking at the damage he had done to the wall and the lecture he was about to receive. that stern talking to was never to come but rather he would receive a few heartwarming laughs and a joke or two about jeremy's "pitching technique".

"nothing a bit of drywall can't fix. but honestly, this ain't nothing. i reckon we just leave it." he turned back to jeremy with his back facing the wall now. "it ain't bad. it ain't nothing to worry about, son." dell adjusted his palms over the black handlebar of the toolbox just before patting scout on the back.

how he longed for this. to sit down with his father and talk about his issues. but men don't have emotions and men don't cry.

"dell, i think i heard y/n and tavish..." he drawled out. a sour taste in his mouth from his teammate's name. "fucking and it's really been bothering me. i got mad and threw the picture frame at the wall. that's what caused the damage to the wall and, uh, thats what you heard." jeremy managed to spit it out without stuttering or with any uncomfortable silence used as filler words.

both men became silent afterwards. scout, let out a sigh feeling self conscious of letting all of his emotions out and how emasculated he felt infront of another and much older man. he fell back onto his bed, the plush blankets enwrapping down on his open palms as he sat up.

"son. let me tell you a little something about manhood." the southerns spoke before joining scout on the open spot on the end of his bed.

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[miscfandomwrites]

Mama: Chapter Three

A/N: Oop, another repost. I'll set this in my queue for now tho.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Clint being Clint.

Words: 1.2k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

Thankfully, the rest of the trip was quiet and peaceful. I decided to listen to some music and rest for a bit. Once we landed, I put my jacket and backpack on, and then carefully picked up Lillith. 

Clint stayed by my side the entire time, occasionally giving me a worried glance.

He spoke in a hushed tone once we got inside. 

“You’ll be on the eighteenth floor, and I’m right above you if you need anything. I’ve already started to set up some things the way you like them. The map is up in the living room and the kitchen is stocked with snacks.” He told me. 

“Thank you. I thought there was only one kitchen?” I asked him. 

“There’s the main, but all floors have a basic setup. Fridge, microwave, sink, dishwasher, and countertop stove. There’s no oven, unless you buy one of the countertop ones.” He replied to me. I nodded. 

Him, Natasha, Lillith, and I got into the elevator. Clint pushed the button to go up to my floor. 

“I can’t believe she’s still asleep.” Natasha whispered to me. I smiled at her and readjusted my grip on the sleeping toddler in my arms. 

“She sleeps through anything. It was a gift when she was littler.” I replied. 

The elevator flew up the floors really quickly. Within two minutes we were already at my floor. 

We got off, and Clint walked to the back of the floor. I looked around-this place was huge. And I had it entirely for Lillith and I…

I followed Clint into a bedroom that was as big as my entire living room in my old apartment, and saw the decor setup for Lillith. 

The walls were painted to show a forest scenery, and various woodland animals weaved through the trees and branches. The colors were done tastefully in green, dark brown, and black. A touch of gold here and there, but overall it gave the room a very ‘foresty’ feeling. Lillith had a huge dresser and a closet with mirrors on it, along with her toy box and bookshelves. Her stuffed animals were everywhere, including on her bed. Thankfully, it was a twin, not a queen. Clint and Natasha excused themselves, heading to where I assumed the kitchen was. 

The few times Lillith slept in a queen bed, she somehow managed to move more than enough to yank and burrito herself in all the blankets, usually getting stuck and hollering for me in the morning to let her out to go pee. 

I set her down in the bed, pulling the blankets gently over her. I grabbed her plush wolf-that was almost half her size-and tucked it in her arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around it, pulling it closer to her, I smiled and tucked her in, smoothing her hair around her face. I kissed her on her forehead and told her goodnight, before turning on the nightlight on the wall. 

After gently closing the door, I found my bedroom. My door was painted completely (favorite color). It was just down the hallway from Lilliths, as well. 

I walked in and was greeted by the sight of a large, plush rug and my desk. Everything was mostly still in boxes, because last time I had Clint help me move, kitchenware somehow made it into my desk and my papers had ended up in the kitchen. How he was able to screw up that bad was beyond me, but he somehow did it. 

I tossed my jacket on the chair and set my backpack at the foot of my queen sized bed. The room was decorated with (favorite colors) and the walls were painted white. Shelves were waiting to be filled with my various trinkets and books, and it looks like I not only had a walk-in closet, but a huge bathroom as well. 

After exploring a little bit and moving a box or two, I grabbed my hoodie from my backpack and headed to the kitchen area. 

Clint was making a cup of coffee, and Natasha was looking at the massive map that took up most of one of the walls. 

I opened the fridge and grabbed a soda, popping the lid off and taking a sip. I hopped on the island counter and watched as Clint tried to figure out how to work the coffee machine. 

“Three scoops, fill the water, then press the on button. Not that hard dude.” I told him with a chuckle. He swore under his breath at me, in which I chucked again. I turned towards Natasha and the wall map. 

“What is this?” She asked me, still facing the map. 

“Red pins are places that Hydra has sent me, that I’ve found out about at least. Black pins are places I’ve been after Hydra, White is places I’ve been with Lillith.” I answered, sipping on my soda. 

“And the green?” 

“Places the Marines have sent me.”

“Yellow?” 

“Places I’ve been before the Marines. My childhood.” 

She hummed and turned, walking back to Clint and I. 

I took the time to notice her outfit and her in general. 

Slightly curvy red hair falling just at her shoulders, green eyes that reminded me of emeralds and the forest after rain. A simple t-shirt tucked into black pants, a black leather jacket I knew was just to cover up the fact that she was carrying a gun. Black boots that probably had a knife or two tucked in them. 

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer.” She told me. I looked up to her face and smiled softly. 

“I thought you didn’t want any evidence that you existed?” I told her as I took another drink of my soda. 

She smirked at me. “I suppose you will be the only exception to that.” She replied. 

I grinned and pulled out my phone, snapping a few photos of her. 

“FINALLY!” Clint yelled. I jumped, spilling my soda all over my hoodie and nearly falling off the counter. 

“Jesus Christ Clint, my kid is sleeping!” I whisper-yelled at him. He winced and muttered a ‘sorry’ as he held his coffee cup. 

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and hopped off the counter. My hoodie and shirt was soaked through with soda. I pulled the wet materials away from my body. 

“Thanks, this is what I exactly needed right now.” I snarkily told him.

“You’re welcome, bitch.” He replied, pouring coffee into the cup. 

I pulled off my hoodie and tossed it into a conveniently placed laundry basket. My shirt was soaked through as well. I groaned and tossed the now empty can of soda into the trash, and pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the basket. 

Clint wolf-whistled and I flipped him off. “You’ve got a wife, asshole.” I reminded him. 

He nodded, sipping on his coffee. Then he pointed to Natasha. “She’s single.”  

My mouth opened in protest before I rolled my eyes. 

“Oh please, I got too much to deal with. I’m not exactly wife material right now.” I replied. 

“So?” He told me. 

I shook my head. “You are insane. I’m getting a shower and going to bed. Clint, if you start some shit I will tape you to the ceiling.” I answered. 

Natasha laughed as I entered the hallway, grabbing some clothes from my bag and headed to the bathroom. 

I could tell we would get along fine. 

~~

A/N: I honestly love this. Bit of detail that will/will not be in the story: Clint and Reader have been friends since they were young, drifting apart after high school. He’s the one that helped her with Lillith after her wife died, and helped her join S.H.I.E.L.D. They’ve got a fantastic relationship, if you can’t tell.

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[delopsia]

I usually don’t send in requests cause I don’t want to be a bother but I saw your post about you wanting requests so I was wondering if you have any Rhett Abbott headcanons? Like just in general of what he likes or certain habits he has. I really loved what you wrote about him loving to snack and Bob loving chicken sandwiches lol. You write both Rhett and Bob really well so I’m always interested to hear your takes on either one of them! 💕

aaaa hello lovely! :D I absolutely have some headcanons for ol' Rhett 💃💕I had to limit myself because otherwise, the list would roll right out the damn door.

✧˖° General Rhett Headcanons

Rhett has a hard time sleeping alone. No matter how exhausting the day has been or how long he's been awake when his head hits the pillow at night, nothing happens.

Late-night drives are one of his go-to cures for those sleepless nights. Hell, half of the time, he doesn't even try to get in bed; he just grabs his keys and hits the road. It's hard telling where the road will take him, but he'll be out there until he's either low on gas or the road has finally lulled him into sweet, sweet drowsiness.

On the rare occasion his drives don't work, he takes a blanket and lays on the haystack outside his horse's stall. Company is company, and sometimes a little shut-eye is worth the ache in his neck when he wakes up in the morning.

But the moment his significant other is in the room with him? He's out cold. He's out cold. He can spend an entire night struggling to sleep, only to fall asleep the moment he knows they're in the room.

That being said, it also works if he's not even in bed. One moment he's leaned against the fridge sipping his coffee, then you walk in, and he's sleeping standing up. He will stay like that if you let him.

Royal got Rhett into using tobacco when he was around fourteen, and Cecelia hated it so much that she offered to help Rhett buy the horse he had his heart set on in exchange for him quitting.

Now, he has a nervous habit of taking invisible dip out of his lip. It's the only thing he never broke himself out of doing, primarily because he hardly realizes he's doing it.

Rhett's got a sweet tooth bigger than he is. From sweet tea to just straight-up eating packets of sugar when he can't scavenge anything out of the pantry if it's sweet, he loves it. Royal and Perry give him hell for it, but Rhett drinks his coffee just as sweet as his tea.

He still has most of his childhood toys and stuffed animals. There's a box of toys beneath his bed, and those old, dusty plushies reside on the high shelf of his closet.

When he's drunk, Rhett gets his heart set on things. Sometimes he just wants a particular food; others, he wants a certain object. A rock he found on the floor, that obscurely tiny pen on the end of the table, the keychain he saw in the store two-weeks ago.

Once, he drunkenly wobbled all the way up the stairs and practically crawled under his bed because a conversation had reminded him of those old Power Rangers he used to play with.

May or may not have fallen asleep on the floor, with the toys scattered next to him and one clutched in his hand.

Doesn't speak unless you directly address him, especially in group settings. Sometimes Rhett gets so content with listening that he just...forgets that he can contribute to the conversation.

It's relatively easy to bring Rhett to tears; he's the first to get glassy-eyed during a sad movie, and his heart breaks a little when it comes time to send the cattle off to market. But it takes years of trust for him to let you see those tears, and even then, he tries to deny it.

Secretly very talented in welding. He took the classes as a high school elective, and it's a skill that's morphed into a hobby. On the rare instance that he has free time, Rhett's busy welding scrap metal together. The attic is filled with boxes upon boxes of trinkets he's made; do you want a tractor made out of a bunch of junk nuts and bolts? He's got plenty.

Sometimes? He just? Winds up on the floor? One minute he's supposed to be working, the next, he's lying on your kitchen floor. He usually doesn't know why, either; he just felt like being there.

Chews on the inside of his cheek when he's nervous. If it's quiet enough, you can usually hear the soft clicking of his teeth as he does it.

Confident when he's out in the country, shy puppy dog anywhere else. He's oozing confidence when he's out in those old fields, from tagging calves to dodging their pissed-off mommas, but the moment you take him away from what he's familiar with? His tail is between his legs. Quiet, glued to your side, and following your lead.

Always does this thing where he crouches and gets surprised when the spurs on his boots dig into his ass. Twenty years of wearing them, and he still hasn't learned.

Absolutely got in trouble for not taking his spurs off when he was in high school. He just forgets they're there until someone makes a comment.

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[snowflakeanimelover]

Can you do a Yandere Elijah Mikaelson, written out please not Headcanons, where she's Elena's little sister and Elijah can't seem to stay away? He gives her gifts and shows up all the time? Please and thank you. I can understand if you can't though.

I sure can! Elijah certainly deserves some love :) so sorry this is late! Hope you like it!

Relationship: Elijah Mikaelson x Female! Gilbert!Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Warnings: YANDERE, stalking, obsession, giving gifts, kinda creepy

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Loving Gifts

Coming home to an angry sister and caretaker isn’t really something to look forward to. If anything, I had no idea what was going on until Elena mentioned something very familiar.

“I thought I told you to stay away from him.” She starts.

I give her an odd look as I put my purse down on the table. My eyes then glance up at Alaric, who is leaning against the kitchen counter behind Elena with folded arms. He had a stern look on his face.

“Stay away from who?” I ask, genuinely confused about what my sister was talking about.

She glanced back at Alaric before looking back at me. She was definitely upset about something. “You know who.”

I scoff. “Actually, I don’t. You tell me to stay away from all vampires and whoever is supernatural.”

Elena sighs. “Elijah Mikaelson. I told you to stay away from him.”

“And I do.” I counter. But my thoughts soon came to when I ran into him just yesterday. “Well, try to, anyway.” She gave me one of her disbelief expressions. “I swear! Yesterday when I was in town, he suddenly popped up out of nowhere! I tried to get away and head home, like really tried, but he wouldn’t budge.”

Elena practically rolled her eyes but turned to grab a bag from the counter that was behind her. She then handed it to me. “Well, he was asking for you. And wanted to give this to you.”

I raised my eyebrow as I took the bag, slightly glancing into it. There was too much tissue paper to see what was inside, so I decided to wait till I got to my room.

“I didn’t look in it.” She suddenly put her hands up in surrender.

“Uh-huh.” I smile, heading up to my room.

Once the door was closed, I set the bag onto my bed and got ready to open it. Tissue paper went flying all over my bed covers to reveal what was inside the bag. I let out a small gasp when I take out a little teddy bear. Although I was getting too old for stuffed animals, I happened to see this through a store window just yesterday but refrained from buying it. It was adorable, and it looked just like the one I had when I was younger but that one got lost.

How did he know I wanted it…? I suppose it was shortly before I ran into him.

A gust of wind suddenly makes me shiver and interrupts my dawdling of the toy. The bear was held tightly in my hand when I folded my arms to cover them from the cold. Turning, I find the window to be open.

“Do you like it?”

I gasp loudly at the sudden voice. Behind me stood Elijah in a perfectly well fit suit and held a smile. “Oh my God, Elijah!” I half yell. “You scared me.”

He chuckles. “I do apologize for my unexpected visit. But I couldn’t resist seeing your reaction.”

My body felt very uncomfortable from his presence, but I ignored it. He was a powerful being, after all. And being a normal human has its perks of not being able to do anything about it.

“O-oh…um, yeah! I really like it. Thank you.” I try to be kind to him. He has been kind to me ever since I met him. But the aroma around him gives off some creepy vibes. “Look…you probably shouldn’t be here. If my sister finds out-“

“No need to worry.” He smiles. “She has already left with that vampire hunter. And your brother is asleep in his room.”

“Oh…” I certainly wasn’t expecting that. “Well, I’m…I’d like to go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”

“Yes, of course.” He calmly agrees. “I just wanted to come and see you. And give you this.” He pulls out a small black box from his suit jacket. It looked very fancy and expensive as I get a closer look with it in my hands.

“Wow! Another gift? You don’t need to…”

“But I want to. Please, accept it. It will look better on you then it does on me.”

Opening it, I find a beautiful ring with possible real gems covering it. “Oh my gosh…” I mumble, picking it from the box to feel it between my fingers. “It’s beautiful…Elijah…” I whine out his name, making me feel so guilty for him to buy something so expensive.

He takes a few steps closer and uses his hand to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m glad you like it. I will see you tomorrow, yes?”

“Oh, um, actually-“ I try to protest.

“Sleep well, (Y/N).” And he was gone as quickly as he came.

The uncomfortable feeling I tried to put off finally goes away, letting me relax just a bit. I put the bear and the ring on my dresser to get ready for bed. I have a feeling it'd be hard for me to fall asleep, given the unexpected visit and knowing he could come back anytime. My heart beats wildly as I closed my eyes. Whether it be beating so fast from being flustered by the gifts, or the uneasiness of the man himself, I wouldn’t know.

#the vampire diaries #Elijah mikaelson #Elijah #yandere Elijah mikaelson #yandere #creepy vibes #Elijah stalking #Elijah mikaelson x reader #Elijah x reader #Elijah mikaelson x female reader #stalking #giving gifts #Elena Gilbert #alaric saltzman #Jeremy Gilbert #Gilbert reader #female reader #x reader #reader

[spacexseven]

hi tuna hi hi 👋 I gotta quick one for ya. I was staring at one of dazais mayoi cards, the one where elise gives him a little stuffed bunny (can't send pictures over anon unfortunately but its called lamplit winter if you wanna look it up), and then i reread ur softzai piece and it made me brainrot really really bad so imagine. giving yan dazai a little stuffed animal...

like, look, I feel like dazai, even the crueller versions of him like subordinate darling dazai, is something of a sentimentalist. everything and anything darling gives him is a present and he wants to take good care of it. like, even something as innocuous as a pencil you dropped is something hell keep in a little shoebox beneath his bed. its all part of his delusion, his secret hopeless romanticism. touching (or heaven forbid, breaking) something he got from darling is enough to get people sent to the hospital, or even killed. so imagine ACTUALLY giving him a gift of some kind. youre at the arcade, you win a little stuffed animal, you give it to dazai cuz you have no use for it. you dont really think much of it, really, but HE sure does. mafia/subordinate darling dazai would be a special case. hed probably pretend he doesnt care for the toy at first, both to you and to himself (especially since subordinate darling would probably give it to him sarcastically), but he doesnt have it in him to get rid of it. hes always had a bit of a soft spot for cute things.... and the cramped storage compartment he lives in is so dreary...... no, nevermind that, he'll just. throw it over in the corner. whatever. no need to even go through the effort of disposing of it, thats how little he cares!

of course, he finds his eyes drifting to it more often than not, thinks about what you giving him something like that might Mean, etc. he still refuses to admit he appreciates it, or you, but then maybe one night... he finds himself having another nightmare... and as he sits there, cold, lonely, distressed... his eyes catch the little stuffed toy you gave him. before he can really think about it, he grabs it and drags it into bed with him. he was never given things like this, as a child, so holding it feels... nice. comforting in a way he hasn't experienced. it even still smells just like you; and if he closes his eyes, he can PRETEND its you... he can imagine himself holding you tightly, burying his nose in your hair, laying on your chest and listening to your heart... his little fantasies get him back to sleep very quickly, and it becomes routine. sometimes, if hes particularly lonely or the delusion has completely overtaken him for the day, he'll even talk to the toy like its you. I could also imagine this leading to him stealing some clothes from you, once your scent starts to be replaced with his own on the toy, nothing you'll miss, just a shirt or two he can use to supplement your presence while he sleeps!

I'll cut myself off here cuz I am going NUTSO but yeah. thats where my head is at rn <33

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im so sorry for how long it took me to get to this omg these weeks have been hectic :( i dont know if i uslaly write dazai this gloomy but i like it

dazai treasures anything you give him leave behind, but instead of dedicating a corner of his room to your items and presence, dazai likes to spread things out in his place like how you might leave it if the two of you were together. he leaves a used tube of chapstick in the drawer beside his bandages, he places a half-empty tube of toothpaste beside his own in the bathroom (making a note to buy the same one as you from now on so it feels more real, this fantasy), he keeps your shirts stacked up beside his, trying to make it feel natural. somehow, the possibility of you living with him seems so far-fetched so instead, he turns to building the future he'd like with your missing items, playing into his little fantasy. of course, the obvious lack of furniture in his room is inadequate for you, too miserable to be called a house, unlike your own apartment with the wallpaper and the trinkets you have placed everywhere.

if anyone messes with anything lying around (unlikely, since nobody really visits him anyway), dazai would fly into a rage. every item has been meticulously placed in its appropriate place, and slightly nudging it away or putting it elsewhere would cause the fragile facade to crumble and demolish the delicate atmosphere. when he gets back at night, he makes sure to check that everything is in its place—the chapstick he so desperately wants to use (a pathetic attempt at getting close to you) but doesn't want to taint with his touch, the shirts he cradles so delicately, pretending you were there, when the loneliness feels more crushing than usual and he can't bear to accept his reality.

if you happened to give him anything, regardless of the reason, dazai would be over the moon. sure, when you casually ask him if he wants the stuffed toy you won, he scoffs and pretends like he's not interested, but ultimately takes it anyway. its soft texture and blank eyes don't mean much to him as it is, but knowing you were just holding it in your arms, experimentally squeezing it a few times before telling dazai you couldn't keep it, makes the toy the most valuable thing in the world for dazai. no matter how out of place the cute, round thing looked in his bandaged arms, surrounded by his coat, dazai found himself holding it tighter. with this, he can fool himself into believing this was a date and not just a detour from your usual work. he can lie to himself and think that you wanted to impress him by winning the toy, no matter how far it was from the truth.

the toy is painfully out of place in his dark room, not really looking right on the dresser or inside the closet. so he throws it onto his bed instead, thinking about how desolate it looked still. he doesn't think much of it until he goes to rest, observing the round toy sitting beside him. outside, the sky rumbled, and he felt his hand squeeze the soft belly of the toy. despite himself, he found himself smiling a little. it was sort of cute, with the blank eyes and stuffing. he'd never had something like this, and now that he did, he didn't know what to do with it.

while he was thinking about it, he realized the toy might have your scent, seeing as it was held by you for a while first. awkwardly, his arms wrapped around it and he pulled it closer, feeling like a child who had just received his first toy. it was soft; lacking the warmth humans had, but he wasn't about to be picky when this was already something he never had.

for a minute, he thought back to that pleased expression you had when squeezing the round stuffed toy in your arms, and he thinks you'd like to have it when you moved in. with his eyes closed, it's easier to pretend the inanimate object is more human and more loving. it's easy to imagine it was you in his arms, asleep, except for the lack of warmth.

dazai sighs and his eyes open, still holding the toy. it was nice while it lasted.

#its hard to describe a plushy #yandere bsd x reader #yandere x reader #yandere dazai osamu #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #ask 🐟 #anon 🐟 #dazai 🐟 #bsd 🐟 #dazai 🩹 🐟

[chishiyae]

— OUT WITH A BANG ! [𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜] e42! miles morales, e1610!miles morales, spider noir, and hobie brown

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ summer is coming to an end, which means carnivals are making their final rounds before closing for good. so, what better way to round off the summer than to take your lover to one?

a/n. — this is literally just me coping with the fact summer is ending (+ i ran out of motivation for hobie guys i’m so sorry)

E42!MILES, will never be that boyfriend who spends a lot of money (whether he has it or not) on carnival games. let alone spend an hour trying to win you a stuffed animal. if he doesn't win whatever you want in the first two tries, he'll just ask the stand worker if he can buy it from them. now, as ridiculous as it may sound, given the amount of money he offers on the spot, the workers sometimes just give in. rather having free money than a stuffed animal. you hate the fact that he bribes his way of getting it. you could’ve gone to build a bear if you wanted him to buy you a stuffed animal. but you didn't want that; you brought him to the carnival for a reason. for bonding time. and playing games together was apart of that. but did you intend to tell him? no. because it’d look like you’re forcing it, so you stated that bribery wouldn’t work (until it did). and if that were to happen, because miles can't let things go, a conversation can go something like this:

“told you i’d get it, princesa,” miles brags. he’s walking alongside you, a smirk on his face as he watches you holding your stuffed bear.

you just shake your head, choosing not to say anything to him. that way, you avoid giving him any form of satisfaction. the satisfaction of anything. even kissing if it came down to it.

he nudges your arm, and you just glare at him. he put up his hands in defense, saying, "my bad.”

you sigh, “c’mon, we need to go to the ticket booth.”

miles just snorts, resting a hand on your shoulder.

other than that, he really only comes for the food. he loves funnel cakes, and he'd carry your stuff while you went from ride to ride or game to game while he ate and watched.

not that he doesn't go on rides; it just depends on how he feels. he has unhealthy urges to feel the drop of his stomach on some days, but not on others. if you ask him enough times on a day when he doesn't want to go, he'll give in, but will give you the option of him going on that or the ferris wheel. he's not doing both.

E1610!MILES, spends half of his time at the carnival focused on the goldfish you won. making sure that it’s not knocked over or pushed around too much. it's better to go home at that point. because the longer you stay, he'll just rant about the fish needing a tank and wanting to get it out of the bag.

prior to the fish, he'd been really excited to go with you to the carnival. you two definitely planned this a week in advance so that he could make sure that his time was free, so he's been thinking about it nonstop for the past week.

after he waves goodbye to his parents, your hand is instantly grabbed and you two run to the rides together (him dragging you), and the rest is history.

i say that because the next hour ends in throw up. miles goes on every ride possible, so it's not just a small amount of vomit in his throat that he can swallow. it's a lot more than that. not exactly a pleasant memory, especially given the stares he received when he had his head hanging over a trash can. but it's all good, at least you two got to relax for a minute before getting up to play carnival games. a break is always helpful.

or maybe you should’ve stayed put and relaxed a little longer. maybe you wouldn't have ended up at the fish prize game that way. miles seemed to be more interested with the fish than with you…

SPIDERNOIR, is confused — but acts collected. the. entire. time. he might not show it, but he’s confused.

for starters, this would be the first time he'd ever been to a carnival that wasn't all live music and exotic animals; after all, it isn't the 1930s. he'd be sent to modern times (your dimension), where most games are rigged and rides need a little more attention and caution than is given.

he was wary of the rides once you explained how they operated. not only because of how they looked, but also because of a few incidences you told him about (you really should've left that part out). so he tried everything to keep you from getting on one. when you walked? he'd put his hand around your shoulder so that whenever he spotted a ride, he could walk the other way, dragging you along with him. he’s just trying to keep you safe. if you love carnival rides, you'd notice his actions and end up going on a ride against his will. after all, you didn't buy those tickets for nothing. he'd hold your stuff and wait for you just by the iron bars, eyes tracking your every move. when you get off, his hand is back over your shoulder, and he decides that under any circumstances, he isn't letting go.

instead, you'd spend the rest of your time at carnival games. somewhere that peter feels he can protect you. but you don't mind, not with him playing darts against you. he'd let you win only to watch you smile and brag about it, because if he didn't, he'd win, and that's not much of a prize, now is it?

gift giving is one of his love languages, and you can guarantee he’ll get you one here. he tries to win everything you want, and even after he's won you a couple of bears, he brings you flowers from the ground as something extra to give you. yeah. i’d call it a romantic act. it's like something out of a movie.

HOBIE, is in love with the rush of riding rollercoasters. that being said, he drags you on all the rides, and it's best not to ask questions because he'll just say, "the rides ain’t even scary, they ain’t got scary ones here." or “i’ll be righ’ by ya side, love.” when it comes down to it, if you really don't want to go on one, he won't make you. however, he will go on them by himself while you watch. then, when he gets off, he'll tell you all about his thoughts and feelings during the ride. you merely roll your eyes when he suggest you should've gone.

because it's packed, a hand is on your waist the entire time you two are walking, and he’s positioned behind you. if he thinks you're walking too fast, he'll pull your belt loops to get you closer. he's does it to keep you from being lost in the crowd, but he can't stop himself from lingering his fingers over the waistband of your jeans.

© 2023, CHISHIYAE

#「𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒」 #so many writings to be posted .. to be written .. and so many ideas #definitely not proofread #earth 42 miles morales × reader #miles morales x reader #spider noir x reader #hobie brown x reader #astv x reader #miles morales x y/n #hobie brown x y/n #spider noir x y/n #earth 42 miles morales #astv x y/n #astv x you

[sluttywoozi]

if you were in charge of the next seventeen concept what would you choose? please be specific/detailed lol💞

purely self indulgent and not realistic and this wouldn't work for a full comeback but i'd choose a one direction night changes style concept where we get a pov outing with them!!

it doesn't even have to be romantic but i'd love to see what kind of date each member would take us on

[this just turned into my dream date with them sorry]

in my mind, seungcheol would go full sugar daddy with an expensive meal and shopping and he'd buy way too much stuff that we know the members will steal but that's okay because they can't take what he bought you and that's all that matters 😌

jeonghan would take you to the lego store and let you pick out a set to do together but then he'd get annoyed at sharing and order another for you off of amazon

joshua would go with one of those classes where you drink wine and paint and you'd both get drunk and your paintings would be awful but you're in love so all is well

jun would go with a carnival or fair and do his absolute damndest to win you a stuffed animal and then get sad about handing it over so he asks you to coparent and you walk around the carnival swinging it between you

soonyoung would take you to a dance class and then out for drinks where he would get drunk on two vodka crans and then slowdance with you the rest of the night with his head rested on your chest

wonwoo would of course take you to a cat cafe to try to charm you with how much cats love him (it works) but unfortunately he wore a black turtleneck and he's literally covered in cat hair like it looks like a jacket but he's lowkey rocking it soooo

jihoon would take you to a brazilian steakhouse like i had in paper rings and you'd both eat so much meat and the gauchos would be both exhausted and impressed by you and eventually you'd be asked to leave bc you're both eating enough for a party of five

minghao would take you on a nature walk and surprise you with a tea ceremony in a little wildflower field a la twilight and you weave flower crowns together and gently place them on each other's heads and it lowkey feels like you just got married but you didn't right ?? right ?? (the faeries say otherwise)

mingyu would take you to a cooking class and he does so well and it's so cute how he blushes whenever the instructor compliments his knife handling and then you whisper how you'd like him to handle you and he accidentally knocks like half the ingredients off the counter

seokmin would take you to a musical but sing under his breath the whole time and you don't mind too much but the people around you do (not that he notices) and then he'd serenade you as he walks you home and his voice would echo off the buildings and be so beautiful

seungkwan would do drinks at a fancy bar before a spa night at home and you'd drink soju and carefully apply face masks on each other and watch fun bad movies and fall asleep on each other with the face masks still on (it was a peel off so the damage isn't too bad)

vernon would take you to a museum and you'd just stand next to each other and stare at stuff and move on when he said 'nice' and then go for a walk around the city and he'd take cute pictures of you and then when the time came for you to take pics of him, he'd just pose with the same exact face for every single one (you know the face)

chan would take you rollerskating thinking his skill on the dancefloor would help but he was wrong so wrong and you spend the night tugging him around the rink but it's okay because he got to hold your hand(s) and bought you sooooo much crappy concessions food

#✨emily answers✨ #seventeen ot13 #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #ot13 x reader #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen crack #svt crack

[bananabeebenson]

Valentine's Headcanons Simp 2 Edition

Not all the men I simp for are War Criminals. Just 1/2 of them apparently.

ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

˜”°•.˜”°• Warnings: Doflamingo is warning enough. There is NSFW stuff in here so read at your own discretion.

Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader/ X Drake x Reader

Requests are open

Headcanons under the cut •°”˜.•°”˜

Alright, this man is not a nice man.

He would not care about Valentine’s Day at all even if you brought it up to him.

But he does enjoy surprises and surprising you with something over the top and outlandish would definitely be something in this man’s type of range.

Would not hesitate to throw a party for the situation.

A huge party.

A party so big that you debated not attending only to learn you really didn’t have a choice until he swept you in.

It’s a dressed up event, so you would be the center of attention under his eyes.

Spoils you with gifts galor, regardless of if they’re something you would have liked or not.

Stuffed animals that vendors sold in the streets? Entire cart is yours.

Flowers of every kind from every inch of Dressrossa? Decorating the entire palace just for you.

Jewelry thought to have been lost to the seas? He’d put them on you himself.

Although he isn’t vocal or open at all about his affection for you it is very obvious in the way he would buy anything you could ask for.

Not a man to say he loves you, but would be the man who, on this day, would say he those words indirectly.

“I love that dress on you.” “I love when you look at me like that.” “I love how carefree you are.”

Would indulge you and your wants during the party.

You want to dance? He would dance with you (although he isn’t above using his strings to pull you around if you’re having issues).

100% this man would have you seated on his lap during most of the party.

He intends to show you off and make sure everyone in Dressrossa knows who you belong to.

Isn’t above making that obvious with a few very open kisses when the light would be on you two.

Also not above sneaking away from his own party just to drag you away as well.

NSFW

This man is a freak.

Any day of the week he is a freak.

Valentine’s Day would not change that. 

In fact, it would only encourage it and if you decided not to wear lingerie he would already have some picked out for you.

Doflamingo would have you strip yourself for him to watch, sprawled out on his bed and waiting.

Doflamingo wouldn’t let you completely undress.

An impatient man he would use those strings and bend you into whatever position he wants for the night.

His goal is to have you an absolute mess under or above him.

Since it’s Valentine’s you might get him in a good enough mood to let you be the more dominant one, although he would not normally allow that to happen.

He likes his control as much as he likes his pleasure, so you would have to definitely offer him some pleasure in return.

On a really good night, you could convince him to tie his own arms up with the strings to the head of the bed and let you ravage his body until he’s snapping them apart with no hesitation.

Even if you’re on top definitely the type to test that by bucking up into you or giving backhanded orders.

Doflamingo will almost always pull out just slightly to keep the tip inside you when he cums.

Just so he could watch it drip out of you when he pulls away.

Kind of man who would scoop and push it back in with the tip just to watch you twitch.

If he’s feeling sappy on this day would definitely plop half of his weight on you to keep you pinned and simply hold you.

Really sappy wouldn’t hesitate to give you the first gentle peck of a kiss the entire evening.

On your chest.

This man is going to be a challenge.

First off, he’s undercover and he could not risk a single thing going wrong regardless of his own personal feelings.

Two, there is no doubt in my mind this man had to fall for you hard enough to get over his naturally flustered nature and that means he’s about to disregard point one.

Regardless of the risks he would not hesitate to either pull into a port or take time away from whatever duties he needs to be focused on the moment Valentine’s Day comes up for discussion.

He had never celebrated such a day, not since he was a kid and Marines would offer him candy and cute little cards while he lived around them.

So, this man would go in blind and just hope whatever town he ends up in has something he could offer you.

He’d definitely have to observe and base a theory from watching others going about the town. 

The first idea would be a dinner on the ship, though he wasn’t entirely the best cook nor was he a baker at heart.

Thankfully, he would learn there were several heart-shaped pastries being sold for the day.

This man would purchase those pastries and all the supplies he would need for the plan he would come up with.

Considering how private of a man Drake is, and the fact he would not wish for his crew to see him so flustered, he would definitely keep this a hidden middle of the night ordeal.

You would have no idea what to expect when Drake would tell you to follow him.

But you would have never imagined the date he had planned.

At the tucked in most private and exposed corner of his ship would he have something of a picnic set up; there’s be a couple of chairs and possibly a table taken from the interior with the pastries balanced in a nicely tied up box.

Drake would definitely be a jewelry man so expect a necklace of some kind that would hide under your clothing.

Being the romantic he is in his heart, Drake would not hesitate to dance with you under the stars too.

Despite being in a relationship with you he would still very much grow flustered at the proximity and have to avert his gaze when you two dance.

NSFW

Oh, here we go.

Virgin.

Bottom and a virgin.

If you guys had not engaged in anything sexual prior to this and you decided to surprise this man then more power to you.

You just know he’s going to be so flustered he couldn’t even look at you, so definitely surprise him with a blindfold.

Even if you guys have engaged in anything, I would say blindfolding was almost always a go-to at starting until he fell into the feel of it and was less focused on the sight.

Man is an ancient predatory Zoan type; he’s going to be a bit feral once he gets into it.

And on Valentine’s Day? Post dinner date where he offered you the prettiest necklace and you danced?

He’s going to be putty in your hands in the bedroom.

Definitely either a doggy position or a reverse cowgirl man at heart.

He’s a tall man and he’s built to be big, so he enjoys folding over you in the most possessive display you will ever get from him while he fucks you.

And if you have lingerie on that he can’t see but he feels?

Man would absolutely whine.

I’m talking a loud, far too pitiful whine than he would ever admit to. 

There is no hesitation about this man he’s going to cum inside you no matter what.

I’m talking desperate hands holding hips flush to his body as he just ruts against you and pitifully calls your name the entire time.

Would profusely apologize for any ruined lingerie and try to make up for it with the most tender of kisses and promises of buying you whatever you would want to make up for it.

#x drake x reader #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo x you #x drake x you #one piece x reader #requests are open

[bullsandthebones]

*Walks in* *Cough*

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More Steven Grant x Top Male Reader please :'D AHSUFJEIDU But seriously please- any prompts- just please-

"Rainy Day"

Steven Grant x Top! Male Reader (18+)

FEM ALIGNED DNI

I'm bored so I'm making the reader an art historian or smth. idfc fight me /lh. not proof read, you should know that by now. anddd now onto the exposition-

You had met Steven while authenticating some ancient Egyptian sculptures at the museum. He was infatuated as soon as he saw you. I mean, you were a smart man who knew a lot about Egypt, of course he was interested. You had noticed him lingering, but before you could approach him, he skittered off somewhere. After you authenticated the piece, you decided to wander around the museum.

"Stevie! Stop loitering and start selling!", you hear a shrill voice half whisper, half yell across the room. You turn around, obviously being nosy, and find that pathetic looking man from before rushing behind a counter while a blonde woman yells at him. The man rubs his eyes and sighs.

Hmm, you need a closer look.

You walk up to the counter, trying to act like you're browsing at the stuffed animals but you're actually looking him up and down. "Hello! Nice to see you", the man waves awkwardly at you. You give him a soft smile. "Hello there, Steven!" you say, reading his name tag. He smiles at this, his smile kinda lopsided.

Are you- are you attracted to this?

"What's uhm, what's your name?" Steven asks. He says it in a way that makes you think he's been wanting to ask you that for a while. "Ah, my name is Y/n!" He repeats your name softly to himself, smiling afterwards.

Oh yeah, yeah you're attracted to this.

You notice the woman from earlier lingering, so you grab a stuffed hippo and put it on the counter. "Oh yes, I'd love to buy this!" you say loudly, gesturing to the hippo. Steven looks alarmed for a moment, before he puts two and two together. "That's just lovely! I'm so glad you're enjoying your time here!" He leans in and says quietly, "You don't have to buy this you know." You nod and smile, "I know." You hand him some notes, which he takes with a goofy smile on his face. "Please, tell me if I'm overstepping here but," you pull out one of your business cards and write your number on the back ", I'd love to go out for a cup of tea with you, or whatever you'd prefer."

Steven's face heats up, adding a little blush to his cheeks. "I- uhm, yes! yes I'd love to!" You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Great! Call me whenever and we can set up a date!" He nods rather enthusiastically. You grab your stuffed hippo, give him a smile, and leave.

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You met him at a small cafe. You drank some tea and talked about your jobs, your hobbies, your life goals, etc. You realized very quickly that Steven was a sweet man, albeit a little odd. Time flew by rather fast, and before you knew it, it was dark out and raining.

"Ah shit, did you bring an umbrella?" you ask him. He shakes his head, pulling his jacket over your head to try and shield you from the rain. "My flat isn't too far from here, we could go there?" You nod in agreement and he leads you to where you hope is his apartment (and not a murderhouse)

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"Uh, don't mind the mess please", Steven says hurriedly as he opens the door to his flat. You shrug and walk in behind him.

It was indeed a mess, but it definitely wasn't your place to judge. "I can give you some spare clothes while I put yours in the dryer" He says as he rummages through his drawers. "Sounds good!" you say, starting to unbutton your top. When Steven turns around with some sweatpants and a sweater in hand, his eyes widen. You raise an eyebrow at him. You know what you're doing, but feigning ignorance seems like the best idea at the moment. "You should get your clothes off, wouldn't want you getting sick now would we?" You say, gesturing to his wet clothes. He stutters and looks down at his clothes. "Uhm, n-no. I'll uh, yeah I'll do that" He reaches for the hem of his sweater, stops for a second, and then takes it off.

Holy shit.

Holy. Shit.

He's fit, like genuinely fit. He starts fumbling with his belt, obviously very nervous. "Need help, love?" You saunter up to him, lightly touching his hands. His eyes are wide and he's breathing heavily. "This, this is more about me not getting sick, right?" he asks, sounding a little hopeful. You grin and nod, "Yeah, yeah it is." He lets out a shaky breath and places his hands on your belt. "I want, uhm, I want to-" he tugs at your belt, trying to convey his message. You cup his cheek in your hand, "Love, I need you to tell me what you want." Steven huffs and looks away. "I want to suck you off", he mumbles. You smile and nod, "Go ahead sweetheart"

Steven makes quick work of your belt, looking rather eager to see what you've got under all your layers. He fumbles with your pants button for a few seconds, getting it undone and pulling your pants and your boxers down in one fell swoop.

He gets on his knees as soon as you step out of your clothes, waiting for instructions. "Come on love," you say, giving yourself a few lazy strokes, "open up" Steven's mouth flies open, tongue sticking out. You chuckle at how eager he is, placing your cock in his mouth and gesturing for him to do the work.

He runs his tongue over your tip, giving it a quick suck which causes you to let out a groan. He takes you in his mouth, bobbing his head as he tries to fit more and more. Your hand finds his hair, grabbing hold of it tight. Steven moans, which quickly turns into a gag when you buck your hips up into his throat. You attempt to pull out, worried, but he grabs your thighs and brings you back, attempting to deep throat you while he's at it.

You let out a long groan, wondering how this man got so good at blowjobs. In no time, you were so close to the edge. "S-Steven, love, I'm close" He hums, and with that you feel yourself snap, spilling cum into his throat. Steven pulls off with a wet pop, swallowing your seed. You watch as he licks the excess off of your cock.

"That was fucking amazing Steven", you breathe out. " He smiles and shifts slightly. "I uhm, I already came so don't worry about me", he says sheepishly. You chuckle, "Let's get cleaned up."

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