#puppy x reluctant cat

[miaoqing]

we all agree that quanyin = bingqiu on crack right

#puppy x reluctant cat #younger/older #shixiong/shizun thing #'i hurt him he's gonna hate me forever' *literally doesn't care* #svsss #tgcf #bingqiu #quanyin #yy #qyz #sqq #lbh #miao

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Hey saffy. Could you possibly do a request of the boys and reader getting a puppy or pet of some sort? Thanks in advance. Your work is really cool.

This is too cute!! Hope you enjoy🙃❤️ sorry it's a little short

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141 + König x Reader Getting a New Pet

Warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions of malnutrition and death

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Simon Ghost Riley-

The two of you were walking around a strip mall on your day off, trying to kill some time when you passed by a pet store.

"Oh, Simon! Can we go in? Just to look." You turned to your husband, a pleading look in your eyes.

Simon was about to say no before seeing the look you were giving. "Quickly, love. This place is a trap."

Your eyes grew wide, and a smile was plastered on your face as you ran to the door, opening it quickly.

Dragging a reluctant Simon behind you, you walked along the wall of puppies before finding a small German Shepard pup, trying desperately to get your attention.

"Si! He's so cute! Can we see him, please? Super quick, I promise." You clasped your hands together and begged.

Simon sighed and waved you to go ahead. "I'll watch sweetheart. Go on ahead."

You squeaked from excitement, and went to grab the store clerk to set up your little meet and greet.

You'd managed to convince Simon to sit in the little room with you, and bounced up and down gleefully when the pup was brought to you.

"He's a sweet guy. Super playful. I'm honestly surprised nobody has taken him yet." The clerk told you before placing the puppy down on the ground in front of you and Simon.

The Shepard immediately ran to you, his tag wagging rapidly.

You giggled in delight as you got down to the same level as the dog, letting him lick your face. "Oh, he's so cute, isn't he?"

Simon tried not to smile as he watched you, not wanting his self-control to break. The more he looked, the cuter the dog got. To be fair, he had been wanting to get something to make sure you were well protected when you left.

Slowly but surely, Simon's resolve crumbled, and he ended up getting down on your level to play with the pup. The Shepard bolted to Simon, attacking him with frenzied kisses. Simon reached out to pet him and knew he was done for.

"Can we....can we get him?" You pleaded, mustering the best pouty lip look you could.

A small smile formed on his face, and that told you all you needed to know.

~

After bringing him home a few weeks later, the two of you settled on calling him "Riley," although it took Simon a while to stop calling him "dog."

The two of them ended up becoming best friends, and it was rare if you'd find one without the other. If you hadn't known better, you'd say your little plan worked out perfectly.

König-

You and König had the weekend off, so the two of you decided to go to a small getaway in the mountains, packed with trails to hike.

You were on one of the many trails, walking past a patch of bushes when you heard a small squeak.

"Kö, did you hear that?" You turned your head to try and find the source of the noise.

König nodded and moved toward the bushes to investigate. "Schat! Look!"

You walked to him and watched as he carefully picked up a small furry creature from the bushes.

"Oh god! How cute, it's a little kitten!" You squealed as you approached to get a closer look.

It was a little black and white kitten that looked slightly malnourished.

"Was he left by his mom? Is there any sign of her being around?" You questioned, peeking around the bushes for signs of the mom.

"I think he was left behind. It looks like he's been here for a while." König replied, staring down at the kitten with a wide smile.

"He's so cute Kö." You looked up to him with a matching smile.

The two of you stood there for a bit, oogling at the cat, before König blurted out, "I think we should bring him home with us."

Your eyes lit up at his words as you let out a squeal. "Really? You mean it?"

You'd been wanting a furry friend to keep you company for some time, as you often grew lonely during Königs deployments.

König nodded at you, beaming and grabbed a piece of cloth from his backpack to wrap the small kitten in. "Come on, little guy, we'll give you a loving home."

~

After getting the little one all his shots and a checkup at the vet, you brought him home. König adored the kitten and was ultimately the one who named him "Sylvester."

The two of them developed a strong bond, the kitten being overly attached to König. Sylvester followed him all over the house, slept with him, and never let König from his sight. Needless to say, he was, in fact, brought to a home where he was loved.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

You were a frequent volunteer of your local animal shelter and decided to take Johnny with you on one of your trips when he was home on leave.

Johnny was over the moon, constantly going between the different dog kennels, playing with each and every one.

There was one, however, that he completely fell in love with. She was an older Pitbull mix who'd been at the shelter for some time. You watched as she came right up to him, tail wagging as Johnny approached her. She was often very shy with new people, so you were pleasanty surprised with how quick she took a liking to your husband.

"Babe, she's so sweet." He looked at you as you made your way into her kennel with him.

"She's been here since I started volunteering a few years ago. She's an angel. I really don't know why people haven't looked at her. Once she warms up, she has such a wonderful personality. " You smiled sadly as you crouched down to pet her.

The two of you were silent for some time, giving all your attention to the dog, when Johnny looked up to you, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"You want her, don't you?" You asked, a small smile forming on your face.

He said nothing in reply, his smile only growing wide.

You chuckled softly, knowing this was bound to happen bringing him here.

"I'll go get the papers."

~

You brought her home later that day after going to a pet store to get supplies for her. You'd spent way more than you'd originally planned to, as Johnny kept adding stuff to the cart that he "insisted" that the pup would like.

After much deliberation on the name, Johnny's name choice had won. She was lovingly named, "Lassie".

John Price-

You and John were walking through your local supermarket, grabbing some groceries, when you passed by a small table with cats available for adoption.

You immediately stopped pushing your cart and approached the table, much to John's dismay. "Love, we are here for milk and eggs, not cats."

Waiving your husband's words off, you leaned down to the table to look at an elderly tabby cat.

"Interested in adopting him? He's a senior cat. He's around 11. His owner passed, and unfortunately, not many people are keen on adopting older animals." The woman behind the table told you, seeing you eyeing the cat.

"Oh, I'm just looking. He looks so sweet though." You replied with a sad smile.

The cat came up to you and rubbed himself against your fingers that were laid against his cage. You pouted at the action, your heart melting as the cat continued to rub his face on your outstretched finger.

John watched the encounter, and he felt his heart soften a little. He knew you were an animal lover and have been wanting a pet for a while. It wasn't that he didn't like pets. Rather, he felt they didn't like him. Shaking his head of the thoughts, he moved to join you.

Standing beside you, he reached his finger toward the cats cage.

The tabby immediately came to nuzzle against his finger, causing a smile to form on John's face. "Well... maybe we can talk about taking him home."

~

A few hours later, you guys brought the tabby home. He immediately got himself comfortable after a thorough inspection of the house. He took a liking to John right away and took a particular liking to licking at his beard. Which then earned him the name "Mutton Chops" from John.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

You were scrolling through Facebook when you had seen a post from your local shelter about a three-legged Husky they recently saved. The more you scrolled through all of the photos, the more you knew you wanted to meet the dog.

Running outside to where Gaz was tending to his garden, you promptly handed the phone to him, a wide smile on your face. "Look! Kyle baby, we have to get her!"

Gaz wiped his hands on his pants before grabbing your phone, a giant smile forming at the sight of the photos. "Oh my God, Y/N. She's so cute."

"Do we... want to go see her?" You asked, biting your lip. You and Gaz had talked about having a new addition to your family for quite some time, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to bring a pet into the equation.

There were about 2 minutes of deliberation that followed (there was no question that you both wanted her), and now the two of you were on your way to the shelter to meet her.

You both were over the moon as you were introduced to the Husky. Both of you knew the minute she hobbled over to you that she was going to be going home with you. She seemed to have taken a liking to the two of you as well, as it only took a few minutes for her to roll over and have you give her belly rubs.

On the way back home with her, Gaz had the biggest smile on his face that you'd ever seen (only competing with your wedding day). As she got settled in her new home, the two of you sat down to discuss names, Gaz ultimately choosing her name to be "Nova."

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I try to do at least one request a day or every two days, so feel free to send whatever you'd like written!🩷🙃

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[bishopsbeloved]

bad idea!

kate bishop x fem reader

No matter how much of a bad idea it may seem to go back to Kate Bishop, you can’t help it. You’re like a moth to a flame

inspired by a girl in red song, mentions of sex but no actual smut, fwb/ex gf kate, dumb lesbians, kind of just a drabble icl, 1.1k words

NOTE: my requests are open!!!!! send me anything you’d like!!!!!! i can’t guarantee i’ll get it done but you’re welcome to send things in🫶

It was such a bad idea to get involved with Kate Bishop again.

It’s so stupid that this even happened. Every fucking time things end between you you’re resolute in your position, you’re determined that this will truly be the end, but Kate Bishop has this way of drawing people back in. You’ve fallen victim to her strange unspeakable allure more times than you can count. That’s how you ended up here in the first place.

Yes, okay, fine, she’s good at sex. When she sends a you up? text you can’t help the way your heart beats a little faster at the thought of the chase resuming between the two of you, of cat and mouse returning to flirtatious antics with one inevitable end. No matter how many times you try to escape it, you and Kate Bishop always seem to find your way back to one another, only to sourly part again and leave you even more lost than you were before. You don’t know what to do. You can’t fucking stand her. You can’t get away from her. You’re not sure you want to.

Nobody else has ever touched you in the way she does, or as well as she can. No matter how much you pretend otherwise she is the one you crave; she’s the one on your mind whilst the hands of others roam your body. You have this deep, innate, carnal need for her — for everything about her — not just her fingers and her tongue and her strap but also her whiny raspy voice first thing in the morning (she, annoyingly adorably, hates mornings) and the sloppy neck kisses she delivers to say goodnight and the kind of sheepish shifty look whenever she brings you a token of her love. The latter doesn’t happen much anymore, not since the two of you broke up — since she dumped you — which on paper ought to mean the two of you no longer see each other. And yet more nights than not one of you has crawled back to and somehow ended up in the other’s bed. It seems you’re both full of bad ideas, and yet neither of you can get enough.

When you wake up in her room again, the purple wallpaper adorned with medals and trophies and Hawkeye posters all too familiar by this point, that feeling of heaviness settles in your stomach. For fuck’s sake. You’re always disappointed in yourself, the morning after. There’s a reason the two of you aren’t together anymore — so why do you keep waking up in each other’s beds?

You look down at where Kate Bishop is nestled against your chest, still bare-skinned against you after last night’s activities. It’s irritating how beautiful she is even when she’s asleep. She looks so lovely in your arms you can almost imagine that being your reality again, until you harshly remind yourself Kate doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want you like that, she broke up with you and the only reason she sees you anymore is for sex. The thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, it makes your stomach turn, and suddenly you want nothing more than to be away from her.

Crawling out of Kate’s bed when she’s wrapped herself around you like this is never easy. Perhaps in unconsciousness, in her most vulnerable state, she’s more reluctant to let you go. Sometimes you feel a little guilty leaving before she wakes so often, but you have to, for your own good — for the good of both of you. When you’re not fucking you don’t really know what to say to her. Hey, you were the love of my life, why’d you dump my ass? No thanks. She has these big blue puppy-dog eyes that just make you feel horrible about the whole thing, and everything you’ve ever done, ever. No, you’re better off leaving now.

“You’re leaving,” says a small, scratchy voice from behind you, as you stumble about in the half-dark of the room locating your clothing. It’s a statement, not a question, but she still doesn’t sound entirely certain.

You don’t really know how to respond, you’re kind of wishing this wasn’t happening and rushing to find your other sock so you can get out of here, so you just let out a kind of low grunt of acknowledgement.

“You always leave,” Kate responds, and you don’t have to turn around to know that she’s pouting a little. You can hear it in her voice. The fact you can tell, that you know her well enough to tell only pisses you off even further, and you let out a kind of bitter laugh.

“It’s not like you fucking want me here.”

“That’s not true.” She pauses, and you hear the little noises she makes as she sits up and stretches. “I do want you here. I keep bringing you back, don’t I?”

“Yeah, cause a good fuck is all I’m worth to you,” you say angrily, before closing your eyes and tilting your head back. No. You can’t let her ass ruin your day when you have so much shit to do.

“No, that’s not true,” she tries, whilst at the same time you groan “I can’t do this, Kate.”

She sits up a little straighter, eyes wide, voice an octave higher. “W— what? Can’t do what?”

“I can’t do you.”

“But I— you keep— you keep coming back, though.”

This hits a nerve, and you laugh incredulously, finally turning around to face her. She’s looking up at you in the semi-darkness of the room, her face unreadable. “Yeah, and I shouldn’t. It’s fucking pathetic. I can’t get over my ex so I’ll sleep with her whenever she asks. It’s not— it’s— Kate, I can’t keep doing this.” You bury your head in your hands.

Vaguely, you hear the gentle rustle of fabric in Kate’s side of the room. You just need a moment to collect yourself and you’ll get the fuck out of here.

You hear her footsteps padding towards you, and you open your eyes again. She’s haphazardly tugged on a shirt and is stood before you, bare-legged, almost doleful in expression. “I’m sorry,” she says, barely a whisper. “This is all— I keep fucking up. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know what you want from me,” you say tiredly.

“I— I don’t know. Everything. You.” She steps towards you uncertainly.

“Kate,” you say, and you’re not sure who moved first, but within moments her lips are on yours again. When she tugs you back towards the bed, you let her, your stomach churning with the indescribable sensation of simultaneous adoration and angst that her touch fills you with. She’s so pretty it actually physically hurts.

God, you’re totally fucked.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x fem reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x you #hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld #kate bishop #bisexual kate bishop #lesbian kate bishop #gxg #god i love kate bishop #your honour she’s a woman kisser #marvel #hawkeye #yeah

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— the perfect girl

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader

warnings: none

summary: wednesday hated warming up to anyone, but she would lie if she said the demon girl with soft grins and calloused hands wasn't slowly occupying a special corner in her heart

word count: 3.3k

read pt. 1 here

“You know, I’m still kinda pissed about the dance.”

Wednesday turned in her seat to look at the demon who was busy glaring a hole through the ceiling, hands under her head as she laid on the bed.

“Why would you be?”

“You know why,” (Y/n) worried her lip between her teeth, brows furrowed at the thought that she herself had brought up and didn’t seem to enjoy in the slightest, “It should’ve been me.”

The ravenette stared at the other girl, unblinking, before turning back to her typewriter, “You should’ve asked me yourself, then.”

“It’s never that easy with you. You’re so hard to read sometimes,” the oni girl turned on her side, watching Wednesday type with concentration, “Would’ve you said yes?”

The typing stopped, and Wednesday was silent for a moment, before she continued.

“Yes, I would’ve.”

(Y/n) fist pumped the air with a whisper-yell of a ‘yes!’ before turning to lay on her back again, grinning like a pleased cat. Wednesday sighed, shaking her head, “You’re so childish. The reason I went with Tyler was completely out of my control.”

“Fuck Tyler,” (Y/n) barked with no hesitation, “Well, at least we still got the prom,” she thought for a bit and then asked, “Will you go to prom with me?”

“If you’re not dead or expelled by that time, then yes, I will, (Y/n).” Wednesday replied distractedly, getting a bit annoyed with the conversation, “Now, please, let me focus.”

The demon girl sighed dreamily, closing her eyes, “I’m going to prom with Wednesday Addams.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes, but couldn't resist a small smile that made its way to her face.

"I want to cuddle with you."

Silence hung heavy in the air for a few moments, and (Y/n) looked up from the book she was reading, brows furrowed in complete disbelief as she stared at Wednesday, who was sitting at her desk like the girl had grown a second head on her shoulders.

"... What?"

"Do you have a hearing problem? I said," the ravenette closed her eyes with a deep inhale, and then looked at (Y/n) again, now obviously annoyed, "I. Want. To cuddle with you."

The demon closed her book and put it on the nightstand, her attention now fully on the other girl, still not believing the statement, “You want to cuddle?” she chuckled, “Is the world ending tomorrow?”

"Choke." Wednesday deadpanned before turning back to the laptop she was scrolling through.

“No, wait,” (Y/n) shot up from the bed to scooch closer to the chair the now frowning girl was resting on, “I’m sorry, snookums. That was insensitive of me,” the demon gave Wednesday the biggest puppy eyes she could manage, and paired with the tusks sticking out of her mouth, she did resemble one, though too big and a bit too menacing to be a puppy, “I would love nothing more than to cuddle with you. Please?”

Wednesday rolled her eyes with a sigh, as if she wasn’t the one asking in the first place, before giving in with fake reluctance, but (Y/n) had long since learned to see right through that bluff. The gloomy girl rose up from the chair, and the demon gently grabbed her hand, slowly, to give Wednesday a chance to pull away if she so desired, and moved the ravenette to stand between her legs, “Do you want me to hold you, or...?”

Without saying a word, Wednesday pushed the oni on the bed before joining her, tangling their legs together and resting her head on the demon’s chest. Wednesday’s body was clad in a hoodie that almost swallowed her whole and that was, undoubtedly, (Y/n)’s, judging by the oversized way it fit on her shoulders. It was the demon’s favorite, too – well, used to be, now that it seemed to belong to the smaller girl who refused to give it back, threatening to chop off the arms of anyone who touched it.

It wasn’t like (Y/n) minded, anyways.

The ravenette's arms wound themselves around the demon's middle, squeezing lightly, and (Y/n) could feel her heart swell.

“Aww, ‘Day,” she cooed lovingly, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, palms resting on her waist, “You’re like a grumpy little black cat."

“Don’t speak.” The shorter girl grumbled against the oni’s sweatshirt.

“Again?” Wednesday asked, opening her dorm door in front of the demon girl, half – naked and covered in blood from head to toe.

(Y/n) stepped inside, bare feet leaving red prints on the floor, “I ate a deer!” She grinned proudly, eyes still gleaming with her hunting glee, and turned to the other side of the room to wave at the second inhabitant of the dorm, “Hey, Enid.”

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” the blonde mumbled, her hand over her mouth as she buried her face in her pillow.

“You’re killing her, (Y/n),” Wednesday sighed, rummaging through her wardrobe to find some clean clothes, “And you reek of blood. As much as I like that, you need to shower.”

“I don’t wanna.” The demon whined tiredly, stepping closer to Wednesday to drape herself over the girl who moved away, quickly avoiding the other’s bloodied claws and limbs.

“No touching until you’re clean. Come on.”

Despite her reproachful tone, she grabbed the sulking oni by the hand, holding a clean towel and a black oversized hoodie in the other, and led (Y/n) out of the room and to the bathrooms of Ophelia Hall.

The demon girl had made it a habit to come to the ravenette after Blood Moons in the early hours of morning. While she did act cool and collected, she loathed being alone during those nights. She was glad Wednesday didn’t kick her out the first time she had showed up at the girl’s doorstep, bloodied and tired. (Y/n) didn’t like being vulnerable in front of other people, but with Wednesday it was different. She didn't make her feel weak.

When they entered the showers, Wednesday turned on the lights, dropped the clothes on the sink, and looked up at the other girl, her gaze stern.

“Make sure you get all of the dirt off your hair. I hope you won’t need any help with that, at least.”

(Y/n) smirked, leaning her elbow against the door frame, her haori sliding off her shoulder seductively.

“Hmm, I don’t know… There are some places I probably won’t be able to reach myself…”

Wednesday threw the towel at the taller girl's face and, with a quick jab at the oni’s arm, left the room, her cheeks gaining a barely noticeable color.

When Wednesday raised her hand to knock at (Y/n)’s door, her fist froze mid - air. A huge claw mark was adorning the wood, the scratch seemingly almost powerful enough to tear the door off its hinges, and the ravenette realised it was unlocked.

Grabbing the handle to slowly let herself in, the girl stepped inside quietly, dread pooling at her stomach as a myriad of different anxious thoughts ran through her mind.

“…(Y/n)?”

It was pure chaos inside. It was dark, but the light of the lamps on the street coming from the window was enough to let Wednesday see the mess that (Y/n)’s dorm room was – there were claw marks everywhere, on the walls, on the table, and her chair laid on the floor, broken into pieces. Papers and books were scattered around along with some ceramic shards of what most likely used to be a cup. In the middle of the room, plunged between two floorboards, was the oni's katana. Its scabbard was thrown off to the side, but, thankfully, the blade was unharmed.

The (h/c) – haired girl was sitting at the foot of her bed, face buried in her knees drawn to her chest. She didn’t move an inch when Wednesday called her name, only growling quietly in response.

“Leave.”

Carefully maneuvering around the wooden and glass fragments, Wednesday made her way to the miserable form of the demon, and the oni hissed at her again, raising her head a bit to glare at the unwanted guest, slitted eyes glowing in the dark frighteningly, “I said fucking leave.”

“Don’t you snap at me,” Wednesday scolded softly, unfazed by her attitude, and crouched next to (Y/n), “What happened?”

The girl didn’t answer. She hugged her legs closer to her chest instead, clawed hands gripping her arms painfully.

The ravenette sat down and moved closer, leaning on her palms, and her hand touched something smooth and solid. Feeling around the floor in the darkness, she grabbed the item and raised it to her eyes – it was (Y/n)’s dragon pendant, lace torn in half.

Wednesday carefully reached for the nightstand to leave the golden charm there before moving even closer to the demon, making her flinch like a scared animal when their legs touched. She didn’t speak again. She leaned her head on the oni’s shoulder, cold fingers gently grazing her hand that was still gripping the sleeve of her shirt, and the ravenette’s heart squeezed at the shaky sigh the taller girl let out at the sensation.

Wednesday was seldom ever patient. But she’d stay like this for days, if needed. Only for (Y/n).

Wednesday stared at the clock with exasperation, counting the seconds. The class had ended a few minutes ago, and (Y/n) was supposed to pick her up for lunch. Where was she?

The ravenette prayed to all the gods almighty that the demon would hurry and show up any second, because the predicament she currently found herself in was going to make her snap a neck.

Xavier's neck, to be precise.

As if sitting next to him the whole period wasn't enough, the brunet decided to bother her during the break. He was going on about something Wednesday wasn't even listening to at this point, and the ravenette wished looks could kill so that the young man would drop dead at her feet and quit his pathetic attempts at socializing with her.

"Anyway, are you going somewhere this break? Want to grab lunch together, maybe?" Xavier asked with a grin.

"I'm already going with someone, actually." The ravenette informed without even trying to be subtle with her annoyance.

"Oh, you're on demand, aren't you? Will you ever fit me into that busy schedule of yours? Who are you going with?"

"That's really none of your business, Xavier." She could almost feel a vein throb at her forehead angrily, and Wednesday swore that a second longer and she wouldn't be responsible for-

"Excuse me," Wednesday heard a familiar voice by her side suddenly, and felt a warm hand land on her waist, "Hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

The ravenette looked up to see (Y/n), the demon’s gaze already fixed on her adoringly, mouth stretched in a toothy grin.

"Sorry I took so long, little raven. Weems and I had a talk," she looked at Xavier, her smile instantly becoming tight-lipped, "I'm not too late, am I?"

"You did interrupt something here, (Y/n). We were just having a normal conversation. Not sure if you've ever heard of those in whatever hellish cave you came from." The artist grumbled, obviously not happy to see the demon girl.

The hold the oni had on Wednesday's side tightened and she grit her teeth, lip rising to bare her tusks intimidatingly, "Better watch your mouth before I rip your jaw off."

The young man made a face of disgust at the threat, furrowing his eyebrows, “You should keep that thing on a leash, Addams.”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve tried. She tears them," Wednesday said, stepping into Xavier's personal space with a glare, "Call (Y/n) a thing one more time, and I might just let her have your remains when I'm done with you."

The ravenette grabbed the taller girl by the hand to turn around and lead her away and out of the classroom without another word, and the demon had hearts in her eyes as she stared at the back of Wednesday’s head, smiling like a lovesick fool.

I’m gonna marry her.

It was late in the morning as (Y/n) stood in the quad among her fellow students, worrying her lip between her blunt tusks in a nervous habit. It was the day she had been dreading for the past week –Parents’ Weekend at the Nevermore Academy.

The demon’s appearance was at its best: she had her hair done perfectly, suit jacket and pants freshly ironed, and even her shirt was buttoned up fully, which itself was an unlikely fashion for the oni girl. She had brushed her teeth extra hard and she smelled of good expensive cologne she insisted on drenching herself in before heading out.

Why was the oni feeling so on edge? It wasn’t a test she had to pass in order to keep dating her grumpy dark – haired girlfriend, as she knew Wednesday couldn’t care less about what anyone else thought of their relationship, nevertheless, the urge to impress her parents was kind of there anyway.

A bead of sweat rolled down (Y/n)’s forehead as she raised her hand to fumble with her tie that now seemed to be choking her, fixing her collar for the nth time to make herself look as pristine as possible.

“Stop fidgeting, (Y/n). You look good.”

Wednesday was standing next to the demon girl, completely unbothered, gaze emotionless as she watched (Y/n) writhe in her nervousness.

“I can’t,” the oni grunted in reply, “This damn thing is killing me.”

Wednesday sighed and got on her tip - toes, smacking (Y/n)’s hands away to fix the tie properly, slender fingers sliding under the cloth to tighten it slightly. When she was done, she moved away to take a look, and nodded to herself.

“There. Now quit overthinking. It’ll be fine.” The ravenette pecked the taller girl’s cheek gently to ease her nerves, and went to stand next to her again, “They’ll have to live with my choice, whether they want it or not.”

“Yeah, but… there’s something in having your parents like me on their own terms, don’t you think?”

More and more people were starting to gather in the yard, occupying the seats in front of the microphone where the principal was supposed to address the event. (Y/n) looked into the crowd, her slitted eyes gliding over the faces of the parents before she sighed, “Father’s still not here,” she mumbled, “I hope he doesn’t miss Weems’s speech again. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose every time.”

“Honestly, I can relate.” Wednesday deadpanned, and (Y/n) smiled weakly.

The girls watched the tall blonde woman walk up to stand in front of the crowd, but the oni couldn’t focus on the words she was speaking. Anxiety was clawing at her stomach with every passing second, and her bottom lip started to bleed from the intense nagging of her canines.

“So let’s focus on the positive, and make this Parents’ Weekend our very best yet.” Principal Weems finished with a smile, and the crowd burst into happy applause. Wednesday’s eyes flicked to the side, and she grabbed (Y/n) under her arm, “Come on, the sooner we finish this, the better.”

The demon nodded quickly, taking a deep breath and bracing herself for the worst. God, this was more nerve – wrecking than any exam in the academy.

“Look at this. Some things never change.”

A tall woman in a tight black dress walked into the quad, her gait like that of an elegant ghost as she looked around the yard with a hint of melancholic nostalgia in her eyes. Her hair was dark and long, and it contrasted with her pale complexion in an eerily - beautiful way. She was holding onto a shorter man dressed in a dark striped suit, and his hair and mustache were styled with diligence, and paired with his manners he seemed like a true gentleman.

When the family noticed their child walking over, they smiled, and her father stepped closer with a pleasant grin.

“There she is,” he spoke, adoration and a thick accent lacing his voice, “Oh, how we missed those accusing eyes and youthful sneer!”

Wednesday let go of (Y/n)’s arm to step into her father’s embrace, stiff as a board. Then the man's gaze flicked to the demon, "Have you brought a friend, dear?"

The short girl hesitated for a moment, as if embarrassed, and then spoke up, “This is (Y/n). She is my… paramour.” There was a small dust of color on her pale cheeks.

The man seemed taken aback for a moment, before he smiled again, obviously pleased with the news.

“Oh, how wonderful! I’m so glad to know someone has slithered their way into my little deathtrap’s dark heart,” he held his hand out, “My name is Gomez Addams.”

Taking the man’s palm into hers, (Y/n) shook it and smiled back at him politely, “I’m (Y/n) (L/n). It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Addams.”

The older Addams stepped away and back to his wife, and the woman looked the oni up and down before smirking, a small mischievous spark in her half – lidded eyes, “We’ve been dying to meet you, (Y/n). My dear daughter has painted quite a picture. I’m Morticia. I suppose I have you to thank for Wednesday’s slightly better than grim mood she’s been in for the past few weeks. It’s a worthy achievement, I’d say.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Addams. It’s a pleasure.”

“So,” the woman turned to Wednesday, “Tell us everything.”

“Since you’ve abandoned me, I’ve been hunted, haunted, and the target of an attempted murder. And then she got stuck with me.” Wednesday deadpanned, and Gomez sighed dreamily, grabbing at his heart dramatically.

“Oh, Nevermore, I love you so!”

(Y/n) smiled warmly at the way a small ghost of an upturn touched Wednesday’s lips when she spoke to her father. It seemed that, behind the mask of disdain she held when she spoke of her parents, she still loved them dearly.

"My little storm cloud has mentioned you're good with a blade. Do you fence, (Y/n)?"

The demon girl was sitting next to Gomez at the table, leaving Wednesday to have her mother – daughter talk as she conversed with the short man.

"Uh, not exactly. I'm a swordswoman by my father's legacy." (Y/n) replied.

"Oh, so you must be a worthy opponent, hm? I hope we do get a chance to duel this weekend. To the death, of course." Gomez laughed, baring his gapped teeth in a friendly smile.

"I'd love to, Mr. Addams,” the oni smiled back, “Wednesday has been a fencing champion here at Nevermore since the day she arrived,” (Y/n) said proudly, tactfully choosing not to mention the Bianca incident, “She stings so fast and sharp, like a deadly black widow. You’re a wonderful teacher, Mr. Addams.”

“You flatter me, (Y/n),” the older Addams brushed the compliment off with a teasing smile, “But thank you. I’d say it’s mostly mia piccolo corvo’s merit. Her talent is unremarkable.”

Morticia and Wednesday watched the pair from where they were striding through the yard, and the woman smiled at the scene, “I never would have guessed you had a thing for demonic creatures, my lovely storm cloud. You inherited my good taste, I suppose.”

“I’m not as shallow as to choose the people I keep close based on their appearance, mother,” Wednesday said, watching her father hit (Y/n)’s back as he laughed at something she had said, “(Y/n) is much more than what she looks like.”

Morticia hummed, “She makes you happy. That’s what’s important to me.”

The smaller ravenette raised her eyebrows and looked up at her mother incredulously, not expecting such a response.

“But I have to say, her looks are certainly fit for a perfect Addams family member.”

Wednesday’s cheeks reddened at the statement, and she looked away, gaze landing back at the oni, a small smile on her lips, “Don’t be delusional.”

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[south-of-heaven]

Buddy x Rhea x reader

Reader and buddy finds someone abusing a puppy and they take the puppy away and bring it home a Rhea is home

And the reader is worried about how the animals will react to the new puppy

New puppy is the same breed Barry is

Little brother || Rhea Ripley x Reader x Buddy Matthews

Summary: In the process of getting a puppy out of a bad situation you end up with a new family member.

Warnings: Allusions to animal abuse.

The distressing sounds of the puppy's cries had become unbearable. Witnessing the mistreatment through your neighbor's window had reached a tipping point. You couldn't stand by any longer.

With a determination fueled by concern, you marched over to their house, a sense of resolve stiffening your spine. Buddy stood tall beside you, his presence a silent but powerful support.

The neighbor's faces registered surprise and a hint of unease as you confronted them about the mistreatment of the puppy. You made it clear that you wouldn't hesitate to involve the authorities if they didn't take action to improve the pup's situation.

Buddy's imposing figure loomed behind you, adding weight to your words. His presence was a silent warning, an unspoken assurance that you meant business.

Under the pressure, the neighbors relented. Their faces bore expressions of reluctance and frustration, but they eventually agreed to let the puppy go, offering it to you in a desperate attempt to avoid any further confrontation.

With a heavy heart for the poor pup’s plight, you accepted the responsibility. You couldn't leave the dog in that environment any longer. As you cradled the frightened pup in your arms, a wave of relief washed over you.

Returning home, you were met with anxiety about how Barry and Luna, your dogs, and Ryuk the cat would react to the new addition. You worried about the dynamics among the furry family members.

However, your fears quickly dissipated as Barry's welcoming demeanor surprised you. His little stump of a tail wagged furiously as he greeted the new pup, displaying an immediate affinity for his new little brother. It was heartwarming to witness their camaraderie, especially since they were the same breed.

Rhea joined in, her warm smile reflecting the happiness of seeing the animals bond so quickly. With her help, the introduction went smoothly, and soon enough, the household embraced the new member with open arms and loving paws.

The days that followed were filled with joy as the dogs played and cuddled together. Barry took the new pup under his wing, showing him the ropes of the household, while Luna and Ryuk both observed from afar with a curious gaze.

The once distressed pup, now named King, found solace and love in the new family, his timid demeanor fading away in the embrace of kindness and care.

As you watched the newfound bond between the pets, your heart swelled with gratitude. Despite the initial worry, the furry family had embraced the newest member, fostering an environment of love and acceptance, ensuring that King found the safe and loving home he deserved.

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[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

Cinnamon and Sugar ║ ⓞⓝⓔ๏ⓞⓕⓕⓢ

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

| CINNAMON AND SUGAR | main masterlist | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x reader

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT:  4.2k | CONTENT: age gap, Joel being the main caretaker for Sarah's dog while she's away at college, intimation of situation involving assault/SA with no graphic or descriptive language/discussion, smut, dog being cute, Joel being a reluctant grumpy dog grandpa

| SYNOPSIS: Joel needs a better solution for dog care, and you're the perfect fit. When Joel in turn becomes the perfect fit for what you need, the lines between professional and personal start to blur.

Sarah had more than surprised Joel when she came home with Cinnamon. He hadn’t even realized she’d be scouring the internet for listings and traveling to meet with owners, breeders, and shelters in search of the perfect companion. Joel’s stomach turned when he realized how many potentially dangerous meet-ups she’d gone to without his knowledge, all in search of a stupid dog. Of course it was partially his fault that she kept it a sworn secret; he wouldn’t have been open to the idea. He never had been. All  the time, patience, and money needed for a family pet never came into alignment when Sarah was growing up. He’d almost given in to a cat once since they didn’t require as much work, but he managed to steer Sarah into a fake robot puppy gift instead.

But now with Sarah heading into another semester at college, Joel was left with the task of finding care arrangements until she came home. Depending on what projects or planning he had going on, Joel could be out of the house 12 plus hours a day for three weeks straight and then the next couple of weeks would be just here and there type management on building sites where he could take Cinnamon along for the ride. He hadn’t always been fond of Cinnamon, but having a travel companion was nice. And, if he was being honest with himself, having her around while Sarah was away meant he wasn’t left with a silent, empty house. The guys would poke fun at him for carting around a Corgi, but he really didn’t give two shits about having a “girly dog” or whatever the fuck they were on about.

He wished he could do better by Cinnamon than an erratic schedule with kennels and doggy daycares one week and being able to ride in his truck with him for hours on end the next week. It was probably confusing for a dog, but there wasn’t much other option - until you came along. You were around Sarah’s age, that much he could tell when he answered the door that fateful day. You didn’t really have the same spitfire confidence he’d somehow instilled in Sarah, though. You had enough courage to knock on a random stranger’s door and offer dog walking and sitting services, sure, but there was something distinctly small and unsure in the way you carried yourself.

Still, you had a warmth about you that was undeniable. Joel’s instincts told him you were good people. Cinnamon took to you immediately, which was all the confirmation Joel needed to decide what could it hurt to have a more prominent, steady figure in the dog care mix. It was a hell of a lot cheaper than what the kennels and daycares were charging. It didn’t hurt that you were absolutely stunning. He felt like a creep whenever he snuck glances at you, but it was hard to ignore the delightful curves and valleys of your body. It was even worse when you gave him a genuine smile - bright and consuming, making it feel like the air was ten times thicker when he tried to pull in a normal breath.

As awful as it sounded and as awful as it was to think, he sometimes wished that you’d take more than just the one semester off from school. He was banking on you not taking up a summer semester, but that only bought him around 6 months of you being around. Every time he saw you, he became greedier. He wanted to see more of you. He wanted to explore more of you. He wanted to know more about you. He wanted you to know more about him. It was wrong to find himself so deeply engrossed with someone only a few years older than his own daughter, but he couldn’t help it. He’d tried - god had he tried - to keep it professional, to keep his distance. 

But you didn’t make it easy. It wasn’t anything you were consciously doing. He might lose his mind entirely if you were to ever intentionally pursue him. He wouldn’t be able to take much of a concentrated effort on your end before completely succumbing to every dirty, greedy thought he’d ever had about you. He hoped he wasn’t too obvious about his fixation on you. He didn’t want to be the stereotypical old pervert trying to poach some young skirt he had no business chasing.

He kept that safe, polite buffer between the two of you - until he just couldn’t bear it any longer.

You knew you should’ve kept your distance - kept it professional. Well, as professional as “I just needed to make some money since I took an entire semester off after a breakdown, so I’m going to do the first thing that lands in my lap which just so happens to be dog walking and sitting for random people in the neighborhood” is. But as you sit here scratching behind Cinnamon’s ears, you knew it would’ve been pointless to avoid the inevitable of finding your favorite dog and favorite owner - or maybe longterm caretaker would be the more appropriate term.

Joel was something special. You’d never met someone like him before, never met a man like him before. Someone dedicated to his family. Someone focused on his work and successful because of it. Someone who was equally charming and goofy. Someone who actually listened to you when you spoke and didn’t try to insert their own take on what you “should’ve done” or condescendingly explain to you how and where it all went wrong.

He was the first person you’d talked to about the real reason you’d abruptly taken a semester off school. You hadn’t even told your parents about the party you never should’ve gone to, the drinks you never should’ve taken, and the friend you were too drunk to take care of. No one but Joel knew about the ongoing investigation and the severed friendship, all because you’d ignored your gut and didn’t put up enough of an argument with your friend about steering clear of that particular fraternity with the notorious reputation.

You’d even admitted to Joel that you felt guilty for coming out of the situation with nothing more than some mental and emotional damage while your friend had been through something no amount of time would ever make right. It should’ve been me and I feel like it’s all my fault were always met with an understanding, comforting touch and word from Joel. His reassurances were the first time you’d actually believed it when someone told you it wasn’t your fault and you experienced something awful, too. 

You’d justified spilling your innermost workings to him since he had Sarah to think about. He could warn her about things like this so she didn’t experience it, too. The idea that ripping yourself open and divulging the hardest, darkest thing you’ve ever been through would help someone else avoid the same experience took one straw off the camel’s back. It wasn’t much, but at least it was something. At least it was a good thing coming from something so wretched and vile.

But then your phone rings, and your fingertips freeze where they scratch Cinnamon’s ears. The number flashes on the screen, and it’s the school. You’d already given numerous interviews and statements over the past three months. They had been waiting for the police investigation to conclude before they made their own determination about the situation.

Your heart drops when the woman on the other end says “no criminal charges” and “insufficient evidence to support the claims.” It feels like a hollow victory when she says the two fraternity members in question would be allowed to finish this semester but are not welcome to complete their degrees at the institution. The indefinite waiver for your academic furlough would expire at the end of this semester.

Cinnamon’s anxious whining breaks your stupor, and you head out on a walk with her to clear your mind.

The house is dark when Joel drives up. Your car was still here, which made the apparent empty house all the more odd. He didn’t realize how accustomed he’d become to coming home to you most nights. Maybe it was just the downpour that was making it hard to tell if a light was still on somewhere in the house. Joel darts from his truck to the front door and lets himself in.

The house is quiet, especially in contrast to the cracks of thunder punctuating the silence every so often. He calls out for you and then Cinnamon but hears nothing. He calls your phone. No answer. Just when he’s beginning to panic about where the hell you could possibly be, the front door opens.

If it weren’t for the downcast expression etched into your features, the sight of you bundling Cinnamon underneath your shirt would’ve been hilarious. You were soaked from head to toe, but Cinnamon’s head popping out of the shared collar of your t-shirt had miraculously stayed mostly dry. Joel helped lower Cinnamon out from your shirt and set her on the ground before straightening back up to inspect you.

“You’re soaked.” He sounds almost impressed with how drenched you’d managed to get.

“I didn’t realize it was about to rain, sorry,” you mumble. “I know Cinnamon hates thunder. I feel like an asshole.”

Joel glances down to a business as usual Cinnamon and back to you. “I think she’ll be alright. I’m more worried about you. Was startin’ to get outta sorts when the house was dark and empty but your car’s in the drive.”

“I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry,” you apologize, shaking your head.

“Hey, come on. It’s alright. Stay there while I get you a towel, okay?” Without waiting for an answer, Joel lopes to the laundry area to retrieve several large, faded pool towels and unfolds them for you. You whisper a thanks and gingerly wrap one around your shivering body. Now that you were back inside the dry, warm house, you realize just how chilly the rain had made you.

“You’re shaking, honey,” Joel observes. His hand hovers open nearby like he wants to reach out and warm you but is hesitant of the possibility of a negative reception. “Let’s get you—”

“The school called,” you interject. Joel visibly tenses for a moment. “The police said there wasn’t enough proof of anything to press any charges, but the school said they’re allowed to finish out the semester but aren’t welcome back after that. My hiatus expires at the end of the semester. So. Yeah.” A rigid lift and drop of your shoulders doesn’t quite sell the false indifference to the situation you’re attempting to convey.

Cinnamon meanders over to your feet and starts pawing at you and whining. “What is it, Cin? It’s alright. Everything’s okay,” you assure her - lie to her to prevent upset. When you look back to Joel, he’s pinning you with a heavy expression that you can’t quite discern. “What?”

Joel shrugs in an unconvincing manner just as you had. “Just wants to make sure you’re alright. Me ‘n her both.”

You deflate a little, letting your guard down a touch. “I’m okay. I just– I dunno sometimes. It’s a better outcome than what I had expected, but I still feel disappointed.”

“That’s because it’s a fucked up situation, honey,” he soothes. He takes a tentative step towards you and softens when your body relaxes the closer he gets. 

You’re tired of keeping up a front of being okay. You’re tired of pretending that you don’t want to wrap yourself up in the comfort of Joel. When his fingertips skim your forearm and wrap around your elbow, something inside of you snaps. You have to let go of the guilt from things that were completely out of your control. You had to stop telling yourself the story that you didn’t deserve to feel safe and happy after what your friend had gone through. You had to stop letting yourself and the bad things that had happened to you control your life.

Joel’s brows knit together, his eyes searching yours for some clue of where the wash of emotions would drift to next so he could be there before you were swept up in the swell of it. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise. I promise you, you’re not alone,” he vows. Cinnamon noses at your legs and huffs out a bark as if in agreement.

A chill rips through you with the towel draped around you now a sopping wet mess as well. You shiver at the contrasting warmth of Joel’s large hand delicately gripping your arm. He tuts and guides you upstairs to the bathroom in the hallway while he starts rummaging around Sarah’s room for what you assume are some dry clothes.

After a couple of minutes he rushes out looking flushed and nervous, only mumbling something about it being “safer” to go through his own wardrobe. You imagine he must’ve found something very normal for a college aged woman to have but not necessarily something she might want a parent to stumble upon.

Joel is back quickly with a bundle of clothing, and your chest feels tighter at the thought of being shrouded in his things, the smell of him surrounding and blanketing you. You accept the dry clothes and set them aside on the countertop.

“Do you, um– would it be alright if I got a shower? To warm up a little bit?” you ask through chattering teeth.

“Of course, of course,” he replies quickly.

“Okay good. Thanks. I’m pretty sure I’ve got a full chest of hair stuck to me from stuffing Cinnamon inside my shirt,” you snort.

Joel laughs under his breath at the mental image. “The, uh, the shower is– Sarah’s shower is sort of tricky. Haven’t fixed the lever yet,” he half mutters to himself. His eyes settle back on you, unsure of himself, before you fill in the blank for him.

“Oh, if it’s too much of a hassle, I don’t have to,” you counter. “I mean, unless there’s– if there’s some other shower?”

Joel visibly swallows hard at the meandering shift of tension towards something more intimate. “Yeah, come on, you can just use mine.”

He grabs the clothes from the counter and guides you quickly down the hallway through his bedroom. He gives you a quick look over before saying he’ll “be around if you need anything.” Your eyes burn into the back of the bathroom door where Joel’s retreating, broad back had just been. You undress and slip inside the shower, and you think Joel must’ve renovated it himself. It’s a spacious but cozy masculine alcove that is fairly clean. You turn the knob and relax into the heavy stream of water that quickly warms you.

The slip of water takes the chill of your body with it down the drain, and now your body can register the other prominent feeling surging through it. Your hand lathered in Joel’s body wash brushes over your hardening nipples, and you bite back a gasp. You know before your hand even travels further down that you’re going to be wet. Everything in the bathroom looks, feels, and smells like Joel. The ache of him not actually being in here with you is too much to go without. You don’t even bother to finish washing up and decide to turn the shower off.

You slap a towel around you and swing the door open. The room is empty. You walk out of the bathroom, dripping all over the carpeted bedroom floor, and turn when you hear the sound of heavy footfall ascending the stairs. Joel’s head is down as he runs his hands through his hair like he’s trying to shake something loose, and he’s in the doorway before it pops up. He stills the moment he drinks in your half-naked form. You can see him wavering on whether or not to act on the tension in the room when you don’t make a move to cover yourself or slip back into the bathroom for privacy.

“Joel.” It’s a choked whisper of a plea. His eyes flutter shut at the sound of it leaving your lips. You both know the unsaid thing trapped in the utterance of it.

“We can’t,” he protests weakly. He clenches his fists by his sides as he braves to meet your eye. You can see his resolve waning with every quick blink. You track the snake of his gaze down your dripping wet body.

“I’m tired of telling myself I don’t deserve to feel good.”

His eyes tear to yours at that. There’s a simmering turned blazing in it that makes your tummy do a flip. “I want for you to make me feel good. I want to make you feel good, too.” His jaw goes a little slack with your steady, firm admission. He feels it. He can’t deny it. You let the towel fall to the floor and walk towards him, and he leans into your outstretched arms. He doesn’t resist when you guide his mouth to your neck and chest. His tongue swipes and licks across you like he’s chasing the beads of water down your body.

A needy moan rips through you, and the last bit of resolve shatters. You work Joel’s shirt over his head as he yanks his belt and pants off. You stumble backward together onto his bed and feverishly grope and fondle every available inch of skin. You groan in unison when you drag his fingertips down and through the drooling entrance of your pussy. He tests two fingers inched inside you and plunges them to the knuckle of his fist when you roll your hips onto them, searching for that fullness.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he works his thick digits slowly back and forth. The damp heat of his mouth on your perked nipples feels like there’s a circuit of arousal between them and your clit where Joel’s thumb rubs in agonizingly precise, low circles.

“So pretty,” he breathes out before grazing a delicate bite of his teeth on a nipple. Your back arches off the bed at the sensation. Your fingers grip through his hair as you frantically push his head down, begging all the while please please your mouth please. A wicked grin curves the line of his mouth at your uninhibited plea for more.

“Yeah? You want me to taste you, honey?” he teases.

You’re practically in tears from the build up and the want and all of this charged energy between you two for the past few months finally coming to a head. You start to plead again, anything to feel his lips and tongue on your pussy, but it shifts to a sobbing whine when he lays a wide, lapping tongue down your slit. Your legs snap together at the sudden influx of sensation, and Joel is quick to drag your thighs onto his shoulders to keep you open for him. An arm over your lower stomach pins you into the fluttering lick of his tongue, and you’re gone the moment he sinks two fingers into you again.

The slap of rain against the window is a white noise much like the whirling silence in your mind as your climax grips you. You’re practically clawing at him to press his weight against you. He lets out a delightful hiss of pleasure when you grip the base of his cock. When you attempt to line him up with your entrance, he stops you.

“We really shouldn’t– I don’t have anything—” He’s faltering, stumbling over his words as he tries to come up with something to talk himself out of burying his entire length into you, to fuck you raw and hard and ignore all sane thought.

“I wanna feel you, Joel, so bad. Please,” you whimper. You know you shouldn’t. You know it’s not responsible. You can’t bring yourself to care when his stiff cock is weeping precum, ready to split you open.

Any and all restraint Joel can muster is no match for your soft whine for him. “S’that how you want it, honey? You wanna feel all’uh me?” he grunts. He presses himself against your folds and drags himself slowly through the pooling slick. Your hands cradle his face and draw him closer. 

“I need you,” you choke out.

“I’m right here, I’m right here, honey. I’ve got you,” he pants. 

He rests his thick tip right at your entrance and holds your gaze as he pushes into you. Your mouth falls open at the heavy split of him inside you. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Feel so fuckin’ good. Fuckin’ tight–goddamn.” You dig your heels into his ass to pull him closer. You’re nearly trembling with bliss when he bottoms out. Your body is a limp wreck when he starts moving in earnest.

“This what ya needed? Needed to be stretched out around me, huh?” he pants. You respond in a series of garbled, high-pitched moans. Joel’s eyebrows knit together with renewed concentration like if he didn’t keep focus he’d come right then and there. “Goddamn, been wantin’ this for so long,” he gasps, hammering his hips into the cradle of your thighs. His hand engulfs the back of your head so that he can prop it up and see in full the state he’s reduced you to, pliant and taking everything he can give you.

Your head lolls side to side gently in his grip, but you manage to lock eyes. It’s a fervid, reverential expression that you can’t quite understand being on the receiving end of, especially from a man as good as this. “That’s it–yeah, that’s it, honey. Right here. Tell me what I’m doin’ to you, huh?” he groans.

“You feel s-so good,” you croak. He rests his forehead against yours and lifts your hips up higher onto him. The slight adjustment has the entire heft and length of him kissing the mouth of your womb with each stroke. You let out an almost hysterical sound at the unyielding command of your body at his touch. The new angle gifts you with Joel’s expression of brows pulled together in pleasure, jaw loose, mouth hanging open and letting out a strangled whimper.

Like an animated corpse sparked to life with splintered lightning, your entire body jolts into an arc of ecstasy as your second orgasm crackles and slices through every nerve ending in your body. Joel fucks you through it for as long as he can before hastily pulling out and spurting all over your stomach with a deep growl reverberating through his chest. You entangle yourselves in each other as you come down from your collective highs.

“So good,” is all you can whisper like a chant. You rake your fingers through his dampened curls and feel as though your body has undergone a factory reset of sorts. Joel slumped over your form feels like a shroud of adoration and protection. You wish you could keep this moment suspended in time, able to visit it whenever and however long you pleased.

Joel’s breath fanning against your ear begins to slow and comes to a steady rhythm before he speaks. “You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna figure all this out.”

Your school situation. The reality of having to go back there, a place that will never feel safe like it once had. A place where you’d made and now lost one of the closest friends you’d ever had. A place where you’d be expected to pick back up where you left off like everything was normal.

“What if it’s not? What if it’s not okay?” You hate yourself for popping the bubble of euphoria you and Joel had just created, but you can’t keep it in any longer. You can’t keep yourself closed off from Joel anymore, having finally let those gates break down and allowed the engulfing wave of want and need swallow you up. There was no going back on this, whatever this had been. Whatever it was.

Joel pulls back slightly to study your face. His jaw sets with determination even when his eyes stay so soft and gentle for you. “I promise. You ain’t alone. I’m here for you now if you– if that’s somethin’ you want, I mean.”

A lazy smile spreads across your face. “I think I’d like that a lot,” you whisper.

He grins down at you before capturing your mouth in a soft, commanding kiss. One that’s claiming and soothing. You’re getting lost in each other again when you hear the impatient scratch of Cinnamon from the floor. You both reluctantly tear away from each other and look towards the interruption. Cinnamon’s face says I’ve let you have your fun, now somebody get your ass up and feed me. Joel cracks first, erupting into a half-heartedly annoyed round of low laughter. You follow with your own fit of giggles.

He reluctantly extricates himself from the bed and helps clean you up with the towel you’d dropped onto the floor earlier. You’re both somewhat dressed as you head downstairs to tend to Cinnamon. Watching Joel indulge her and give her nuzzle scratches just how she likes fills you with a warm sense of confidence: with somebody like Joel by your side, looking after you and supporting you, things might just really end up okay.

This was written for the @pedrostories Secret Santa Exchange, and it is for my lovely giftee @thirtysevenodddogs! I hope you enjoyed it!

Special thanks to @xdaddysprincessxx for helping me choose the dog breed and name.

Merry Christmas, ♥Puddles♥

#fic event #pedrostories #pedrostoriesgift23 #joel miller x reader

[hangesfavles]

Kitties and Compromises

4.3k words. nonbinary hange x fem reader, but readers gender is only mentioned twice.

Summary: Hange really wants a cat, and you don’t. On your way to work one day, you hear a distant meowing in a sewer drain.

No warnings btw! This is sfw and just fluffy <3

a/n!: hi! i don’t usually write fanfics. this is actually my first time seriously sitting down and trying to write a fic, but i was inspired by an experience that happened to me fairly recently!! i’m not sure if i’ll write any more fanfiction, but if y’all like my writing you can send in a request, but i can’t promise it’ll be done quickly 😓 i’ll probably only write wlw, nblw, or nblnb! as for characters, i’d be interested in writing for hange, yelena (from aot), moira o’deorain, junker queen, chloe price, or hazel callahan! also ik not that many people will probably see this, but if you like hange fanfics puh LEASE check out @abbyslev on tumblr and @sweetgirl_r on ao3! bc i love their works and they’ve both indirectly inspired me so much! pls read their work its amazing <3 cross posted on tumblr and ao3, pls don’t steal my writing btw :3

What were the odds of something like this happening to you? ​​Hange simply must’ve been manifesting this into the universe. The day started just like any other, waking up in the morning next to your spouse, Hange. You always wake up before them, reluctant to leave the warm comfort of Hange’s embrace. Even when they’re asleep they find ways to be clingy, whether that be trapping your body against their own as they cage you with their arms or simply latching onto your back and nuzzling your hair, it always makes mornings that much harder. You always admire their sleeping face before leaving your shared bed; Their peaceful expression and lack of their usual eyepatch reminds you how much they trust you. You groggily slip out of their arms, eliciting their normal whimpers and sleepy pleas for you to rejoin them. You kiss their cheek, not even bothering to respond to their words. You know they won’t remember their words or your own regardless. You get yourself dressed in your boring, formal work attire required for your office job. After fixing your hair in the mirror, you head to the bathroom first. You grab your toothbrush from the holder, smiling as you do so. The sight of Hange’s toothbrush next to your own always makes your heart flutter. Despite having lived with them for quite some time, you always fall victim to the butterflies in your stomach when you see your items mixed with their own. Simple things, like their “Best teacher” mug gifted to them by one of their students next to your plastic and faded Hello Kitty cup you’ve had since childhood, or your coat hanging on the same rack as theirs.

Your next stop is the kitchen. You always make lunch for yourself as well as Hange the night before, otherwise they’ll skip lunch entirely or on rare occasion buy fast food. It never bothers you, though. You love being able to do nice things for them. You know they appreciate it, because they send sweet ‘thank you’ messages along with a photo of them eating it every day without fail. Seeing their smile while eating the food you prepared specifically for them makes your effort completely worth it. You grab your food, placing it into your bag.

The third and final place you head towards is the living room. You grab your laptop- previously discarded- from the coffee table and place it in your bag as well. You groan softly with annoyance as you remember how Hange had distracted you last night from finishing a particularly long assignment from your boss. You had been working diligently for a few hours before Hange arrived home, demanding attention from you. You can’t even blame yourself, because how could you say no to your loving spouse’s puppy eyes? Not to mention the fact they had also enticed you by offering to watch a new movie with you until it was time to make dinner. That’s another action that never fails to make your heart beat faster in your chest. They make dinner while you prepare tomorrow’s lunch, always on the counter closest to them. You sigh as you think about the fact you’ll have a little bit of extra work to do while you leave the house and enter your car to drive to work.

Hange loves you. Everything about you, and anything that comes with you. They love your day-to-day routine, never growing bored even when doing monotonous tasks and chores. Things they had hated previously have magically become more interesting, like grocery shopping or doing laundry. But even so, something felt… missing. They were 100% sure this feeling has nothing to do with the love they have for you, or the love you have for them. They undeniably and unconditionally love you, otherwise they wouldn’t have proposed to you. They knew early on into your relationship that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with you by their side. Because of this, they want to have a family with you. Neither of you had been particularly fond of the idea of having children- at least, not yet. Having a child is a lot of work, as well as an incredibly big time and financial commitment. They want a cat. They knew that they wanted a pet cat before they had even moved out of their parents’ house… However, they also knew that you were against the idea. They’ve been begging for the past few months about how badly they want to adopt one, only to be shut down by you, saying how expensive it would be to buy one, as well as the essentials for it: a collar, carrier, grooming supplies, litter box, litter, a scooper, toys, food bowls, food in general, as well as occasional vet visits. Between both of your jobs, you and Hange live comfortably. If the two of you agreed to cut back on recreational spending, they were sure buying a pet was within reason, but they knew you didn’t want to. You enjoyed being able to go on nice dates with them on occasion, to the movies, aquarium, dinner, art museums, and sometimes you even do escape rooms together. They also savor the dates you go on together, but that doesn’t stop them from asking you at least twice a week if you’ve warmed up to the idea of owning a cat. Spoiler alert, you haven’t. So imagine their surprise when they receive a video call from you in the middle of class, revealing you holding a dirty, gray kitten with one hand.

Really, what were the odds of this happening? After getting out of your car when you arrived at the office building, you hear loud, high-pitched cries coming out of a nearby sewer. Your kind heart wouldn’t and couldn’t ignore it. You follow the sound, crouching in front of the drain, that’s when you see it. The tiniest kitten you’ve ever laid eyes on, seemingly trapped at the bottom of a sewer drain. You jog as fast as your heels can take you, alerting your boss about the situation, telling him you’ll clock in as soon as you can help the poor thing. He graciously allows you to do so, a perk of being a dedicated manager. You jog back towards the drain, kneeling down to look at the kitten again. You were sure if you called the cops that they would take hours to show up, if at all. Instead, you search for the phone number of your local fire department.

Saving this goddamn cat was a long process. Who knew removing the cover of a drain would take so long? It had taken over two hours to remove the cover, and then another forty five minutes to lure the kitten close enough for the firefighter to grab. The kitten was left in your care after it was safely removed from the drain. Luckily, it was dry except for its paws. You were considering what you should do at this moment. The kitten doesn’t seem to have a collar, and you can see a few fleas crawling around on its back. You realize that you simply can’t place it on the ground to roam free once more, what if it’s hungry? What if it gets hurt or stuck again? You’re not sure you would be able to sleep at night knowing you abandoned the cat. You figure you should first and foremost take it to the vet to see if it possibly has an owner who microchipped it. Before doing so, you decide to do what any rational person would do, call Hange. You feel bad for bothering Hange when you know that they’re working, but you wanted to tell them what you’ve dealt with for the past three hours.

When Hange feels the vibration of their phone in their pocket, illuminating from your call, they know that they should answer. They hold their phone in their hand before glancing around their classroom, the eyes of their students peering at them curiously. They chuckle nervously. “...Ah, pardon me for a minute! My wife is calling me. Feel free to chatter while I’m away, just be sure to keep it down, okay?” They give the class an awkward thumbs up and a matching smile. They aren’t sure if you’ve ever called them while they were working, and they feel a pang of worry as they step out of their classroom and into the hallway to answer the call.

The look on their face was priceless. Their eye widens a little with confusion, their lips parting as if they wanted to say something, but they clearly have trouble finding the words. You speak before they do, explaining briefly how you heard the kitten crying, the amount of time it took to save the small creature, and how you plan to take it to a vet to see if it has an owner. After you’re finished speaking, Hange is quick to ask you “Can we keep it if it doesn’t have a chip? C’mon, pretty please? This opportunity is perfect! We won’t have to pay hundreds of dollars to adopt one, we just gotta cover the essentials!” They beg you, barely even stopping for breath as they plead quickly. “I don’t know, Han… Let me take it to the vet first. I’ll let you know what happens from there.”

Hange has been on the edge of their seat all day. You’ve been sending them updates, albeit slowly, considering the kitten is being tested for multiple things, like parasites, ear and eye infections, and other long term health conditions like feline leukemia. What they know so far is that the kitten is- according to the vet- probably a girl, not microchipped, and the poor thing is infested with fleas. You had mentioned to Hange that the vet said it’s a little bit early to tell if she’s really a girl, but that she currently looks like one. Hange has never been so attached to their phone at work before. They can’t help but glance at it between sentences, hoping to see their screen lit up by a message from you.

Today has been tiring, despite not even truly having gone into work. You’re stressed, nervous, and worst of all, bored. Your boredom doesn’t help your running thoughts. Instagram can only distract your brain so much when all you can think about is this kitten you’ve unwillingly bonded with. The longer you sit in the waiting room, the more you realize how worried you really are about being able to keep the kitten, despite your initial reservations about keeping a stray animal. She was just that cute. Throughout the whole car ride to the vet, she sat in your lap obediently, even curling up into a ball and purring. Not once did she cry or try to escape your lap. She had only started crying once you left her alone with the vet, and that broke your heart more than you’re willing to admit. You already feel like you have a bond with her, and it would be devastating if she happened to be sick or injured. What you’re waiting for right now is for her to use the bathroom. Number two is preferable, but they would work with number one if that’s all she could do. You silently thank yourself for stopping by a grocery store to get her some canned cat food, which she had eaten in the car on the way here. After waiting in the vet for a whopping 4 more hours, they had concluded all of the proper tests. The vet calls you back into the exam room, ready to talk about the results. Apparently, she ended up doing number 2 when she was left alone in a kennel. “Hello Mrs. Zoe!” He says with a friendly smile. “So, I’ll start with the bad news. Our little friend here has plenty of fleas, which I’m sure you saw already, and after running tests on her stool, I found that she does indeed have a parasite.” After hearing his words, you feel your nervousness festering more than ever. You nod at his words, urging him to continue. “But, there’s plenty of good news. The parasite is nothing life-threatening. She just needs to be medicated every day for a week. Other than that, she is entirely healthy. Do you plan on keeping her?” You think about your answer for a moment, but inside, you knew your mind was already made up. You had plenty of time to think about it in the waiting room, and you can’t deny the fact you’re already smitten with the small animal. You nod at him, a small smile appearing on your face as well. “Well, that’s great! You’ll have to come back tomorrow or the day after to pick up her medicine. We’ll give you a call when it’s ready to be picked up.” He flashes you another award-winning smile before leaving the room to retrieve the kitten. “Congratulations, she’s very well behaved.” He comments as he hands her back to you carefully. “Thank you, doctor. My spouse is going to be absolutely over the moon.” You giggle softly as you hold her once more and leave the office. You hold the kitten in one hand, and reach into your pocket to check the time on your phone. By now, it was almost time for Hange to get off of work. You sit in the car, the kitten once more making herself comfortable on your lap. You try not to think about her fleas as you take a moment to video call Hange once more.

Hange had just finished their last class of the day when you called. They were sitting at their desk, grading some old assignments before they officially left school. This was typical for them, because they absolutely hated dealing with the traffic caused by all of the other teachers, as well as students and school buses leaving the area at once. They see your call and immediately answer with a huge, dopey smile on their face. “Hi, love!” They exclaim, evidently excited for whatever updates you’re going to give them. When the video loads, they aren’t met with your dazzling beauty, but another small, adorable face. You can’t help but giggle as you look down at your phone, the angle making the kitten look funny. She paws the screen in front of her. “D'aww!! She’s so cuteee!” Hange squeals with excitement at the view. You giggle lightheartedly at Hange’s childish excitement. Their enthusiasm for the world around them was something that drew you in immediately about them, and it is still a trait that you adore. “Isn’t she? She’s so sweet and well behaved.” You move the phone away from the kitty, instead showing Hange your face. “Has she melted your cold heart already?” They tease with a soft chuckle. “Oh, shut up Hange!” You giggle at their joke anyways. “I’m just teasing, love. Soooo… Is she ours? Is she healthy?” They ask excitedly, but they already assume that the answer is yes, considering how happy you seem to be. “I just got done speaking with the vet, apparently she has a parasite.” You notice Hange’s lips part into an ‘o’ shape as you say this. You can also notice the concern morphing its way into their features. “But he said that after being medicated for… like… a week or so, she should be perfectly fine.” Hange’s earlier excitement makes a comeback, the worry melting off their features as they squeal a bit. “C’mon, we have to keep her!” They whine and plead. “You love her already, it’s obvious. Stop avoiding the question.” A pout forms on Hange’s lips as they try to convince you for the umpteenth time to have a pet. You sigh softly at their cute expression, giggling breathily at their antics. “I do love her. And you’re right, this is a perfect chance for us to have a pet since we didn’t have to buy her. I guess love is about compromise, or whatever… And since I know how much you’ve always wanted a cat, we can keep her.”

Hange had rushed home in record speed. It’s shocking that they got home in one piece without any tickets or crashes. You were right in the assumption that they would be over the moon about this perfect coincidence, Hange wanted to meet her more than anything. You have been home for a bit by the time Hange arrives at your shared home. They practically launch through the door, before realizing their excitement might startle the kitten. When you hear the door opening, you greet them at the door with your arms open wide. They quickly rush into your embrace, lifting you up and enthusiastically shaking you around. They place a chaste kiss on your lips before putting you on the floor once more. “Not that I’m not excited to see you, but where is she?” They ask with childlike excitement. They’re practically bouncing off the walls. As if on cue, a high pitched cry emits from the bathroom. “I have her in the bathroom right now and I put a blanket in there with her. We’re-” Your sentence is cut off by Hange making their way to the bathroom, carefully opening the door. You smile at their excitement, following after them. “Make sure she doesn’t get out. We’re gonna need to give her a flea bath before she can leave the bathroom.” Hange mumbles out a ‘mhm’ before kneeling beside the bathtub. The kitten is looking up at them with big doe eyes. Hange is doing all they can not to squeal and shout from how utterly adorable she is. You decide to take a seat on top of the closed toilet, simply content to see your partner so lively. Hange carefully outstretches their hand to the animal, who seems to back away the tiniest bit. “Heeeeyyyyyyy baby…” They whisper quietly. “Pspspsp…” The kitten sniffs Hange’s finger skeptically, but doesn’t react otherwise. They take this as a sign that it’s okay to pet her. Two of their lithe fingers scratch at the top of the kitten's head, much to her content. Hange mumbles sweet, hushed words to the animal that you can’t really hear. The world around you seems to grow blurry, as you tune out everything else that isn’t your partner and your newfound pet. There wasn’t anything else worth caring about at the moment. The tenderness Hange displays, a stark contrast from their typical erraticism, has your heart thumping in your chest. Hange has always been equally caring as they are observant. While Hange will probably always be excitable, they’re very aware of other’s emotions. They know when someone is overwhelmed or tired, or maybe shy and nervous, meaning they always know when they should turn it down a notch. Quiet moments with them were always your favorite moments. Moments where you two could simply be, without the need for conversation or action. Moments like this morning, where you can stare at their tired face without any ounce of uncomfort. Hange scoops up the kitten into their arms, holding her near their chest, seemingly unbothered by the fleas littering her body. They look up at you, smiling with their teeth and giggling. Their eyes are squinted shut by how much they’re smiling. Even as you’re lost in thought, not fully aware, you smile back at them unconsciously because it’s second nature. You snap out of your trance when you see a flea jump off of her body. “Yuck.” You say, squishing the bug with your shoe and picking it up with a piece of toilet paper. “I picked up some flea shampoo when I went to get her something to eat.” You say, holding up a purple bottle. “She won’t like this, but put her in the sink.”

The two of you have spent the better part of an hour picking the rest of the bugs out of the kitten's fur. The flea bath helped substantially, but there were still some that crawled around. Neither of you have spotted bugs for a few minutes, so you retire from your task, wrapping the small animal in a towel as Hange holds her, trying to transfer their own warmth to her. “She’s such a sweetie.” They coo softly, bouncing the kitty as if she’s a small child. “We should feed her soon. Did you get anything else from the pet store?” They ask, tilting their head at you as they ask. “No, she got really antsy when she was alone for too long, so I tried to run in and out as fast as possible. We’re gonna have to go back.” “Oh, but we can’t leave her to go out, what if she thinks we abandoned her!?” They ask you with puppy eyes. “We can’t take her out, she could still have fleas. I can ask someone to watch her while we go out.” You say, pulling out your phone to text one of your and Hange’s shared friends.

Levi and Erwin step into your home, the former appearing to be intensely displeased. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this on a weekday.” Levi grumbles, while Erwin smiles politely at you and Hange. “He’s being dramatic, it’s no trouble. You two will only be gone for an hour before we head home again.” Erwin chuckles, walking to the living room, where the now dried kitten sits on the couch. She runs and hides at the sight of so many people. “Thank you guys for doing this, I know it’s last minute.” You chuckle nervously at Levi’s obvious irritation. “We didn’t exactly have the luxury to give you notice, Shorty.” Hange teases, grinning as Levi rolls his eyes. “Whatever, three eyes. Get going so we can get home already.” Hange pouts, not only from the nickname, but also at the fact they’re being rushed out of their own home. You try not to burst out laughing at the nickname. “Three eyes is diabolical.” You choke out, opting to take their hand and head out, hopefully so Hange doesn’t feel embarrassed. “We’ll be back soon, thank you again!” You wave, before hopping in the car with a pouting Hange to get supplies for your currently unnamed pet.

Who knew shopping with Hange would take so long? You knew, actually. You were vaguely aware of the fact that Hange’s erraticism isn’t the best trait when trying to go shopping quickly. You’ve only been shopping with them a few times, and after an hour of bouncing around the store, it becomes a little bit tiring. This doesn’t even account for the many different random items they tend to pick up and insist they need. A similar thing happens when you attempt to shop for your cat. You asked Hange to find a decently sized litter box, and they come back to beg you for toys they think look funny, a bed shaped like a ramen cup, a hat for the kitten, and a matching onesie for her. You have to refrain from twitching your eye as they entirely forgot to get the litter box you tasked them to find. You end up putting the toys, bed, and hat in the basket, since you planned on buying her these things anyway. “Han... My beloved... You forgot the litter box.” You watch as they chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of their neck. “Right... Be right back.” They turn away, determined to get the litter box, (and only the litter box,) while you decide between two bundles of kitten food.

Hange finds you once more, looping their arms around your waist. You’re momentarily shocked, but you quickly recognize the scent of them surrounding you. They place their head on your shoulder, proud of the fact they managed not to pick up anything except the litter box. They poke your cheek, giving you a grin. When you turn your head towards them, they tap their finger against their cheek, silently asking to be rewarded for completing the task you gave them. You roll your eyes playfully and give them a soft peck.

You return home after an hour and a half, being slightly delayed by Hange’s typical short and ever-changing attention span. Erwin helps you and Hange bring in the bags of cat necessities. You and Hange tiredly plop down on your couch once you’ve finished, feeling tired from all the events of the day. Levi sighs from beside you. You and Hange look at him, seeing the cat curled up and sleeping on his lap. “This damn cat wouldn't leave me alone. Always craving attention, like it can't survive without constant petting. Needy little furball.” He grumbles. Despite his attitude, he still allows her to sleep in his lap, which you and Hange are both grateful for. He carefully picks her up, shifting her into Hange’s lap instead. They both try their best to ensure she isn’t disturbed by the transfer. You stand up as Levi does, seeing the couple out. “Thank you both again for doing this. We’ll see you guys on Sunday for dinner. It’s our turn to cook this week!” You giggle. Erwin pats your shoulder in a dad-like fashion. “Don’t mention it. Levi was loving the attention she gave him. See you Sunday.” He smiles. To this, Levi rolls his eyes, elbowing his lover lightly as you see them out.

Once again, you plop on the couch beside your own lover. They look at you with worry. “What are we going to do with her? She’s gonna be so scared if we leave her at home, all alone...” You raise your eyebrow, wondering where this conversation is leading. “I’m sure she’ll get used to it. It’s impossible for us to have someone watch her every day while we’re at work.” In response to your words, they cover the kitten's ears. “You’re evil! How could you talk about our daughter that way?” They pout, giving you puppy eyes. You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at their joke. “You know...” They start. You look at them tiredly, knowing you probably won't like whatever comes next. “We could always get another to keep her company.”

#hange x reader #hange zoe x reader #levi ackerman #erwin smith #eruri #aot eruri #attack on titan #aot fluff #aot #fanfic #hange fluff #tooth rotting fluff #fluff #modern au #established relationship #hanji zoe x reader #hanji zoë #hanji zoe #hanji x reader #hange #hange zöe #hange zoë #hange zoe #hange aot #reader insert #no use of y/n #kitten #cat #domestic fluff #science teacher hange

[mediocreanomaly]

What if Vash finds out that his s/o is a werewolf and they are just a big dumb puppy with him but a very terrifying monster to others?

Authors Note: really eating up these creature request lately...you guys are just as bad as me huh? I know what you are~ (plus we had so much creature boys it's good to let the reader have some fun too)

Vash X Wer!Reader

•I'd say this is odd but Gunsmoke is odd. Whether it's from plants that walk around or priest that carry machine guns, a werewolf is just another thing to throw into the mix

•You had always been like this so it was hard to imagine your life any other way, which is why you led the life of a loner. I mean Gunsmoke has five moons it's hard not to be in wolf mode and it's even harder to explain, so you keep to yourself. Never straying far from motel rooms or barns to hide out in

•That is until a certain chaotic blonde crashes into your life....literately. You meet him when he crashes into you running from bounty hunters

•You end up saving his ass due to your abnormal reflexes pulling him to the side and your enhanced eyesight as you throw the two of you into an a dark ally that the bandits get lost in but you manage to navigate just fine

•When the two of you catch your breath Vash apologizes profusely for causing issues and swears he'll be out of your hair now but... for some reason he has a certain draw about him

•You don't really know what it is about him that screams "follow" to you but he just does. Maybe it's the dog in you but the urge to follow at his heels, to obey, to be good is embarrassingly strong so you just decide "fuck it" and offer to come along and although Vash is reluctant to drag anyone else around with his hectic life he enjoys the company

•You...actually manage to hide your wolfish side for awhile, now let's be clear Vash is more observant than he lets on he just doesn't ever guess "werewolf"

•You insist on sleeping in different rooms? Makes sense he's a stranger. Don't like being out when all five moons are up? must be a religious thing and he'll comply. You growl when someone gets too close to him? Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed

•He picks up on all your weird behaviors he just seems to guess wrong on what's causing them, often trying to get you donuts or let you go to bed early thinking your tired or hungry (or possibly upset with him?)

•The cat (or dog?) is out of the bag though when late one night your camp is raided by bandits. Usually you sleep in a tent a bit away from Vash as to not cause concern but when you see the bandits aim their guns at the man...you see red

•In an instant you're a terrifying snarling growling beast. Teeth bared protectively crouched over Vash, your wolf form is pretty large so you easily cover the man despite his tall lanky body. The bandits kick rocks quickly not wanting to be on the menu for tonight.

•Vash is a bit stunned and at first isn't 100% sure what's happening, he didn't see you come from the tent so he's a bit scared thinking you really are some monster, until you whine and lay your large head in his lap

•He freezes and very slowly and gently reaches out a hand to run through the fur on your head, when you whine and press closer to him he recognizes your eyes, the eyes he's been falling for since the day he met you

"..y-y/n? Is that you?" you confirm his question by wagging your tail slightly and your pointed ears perking up at your name

•The next morning you sheepishly explain yourself a bit more, tell him how it's always been this way, how you're pretty in control of it (unless all five moons are up but that's another story) and how you're really sorry you didn't tell him

•and to him? it's a relief. So you didn't hate him you were just fuzzy, he could deal with that...also now is probably a good time for him to tell you he isn't human either

•Just like that the two of you are fused at the hip. Both of you take turns asking each other different questions, you ask all about what it's like being a plant while he pesters you about being a werewolf, it's not the most conventional bonding but the two of you are no longer the most conventional pairing are you?

•You start getting more comfortable being in your wolf form around Vash too, Vash likes it a lot because he doesn't hold heat very well (it's a plant thing) but your body is like a furnace, so you curl around him at night to keep the two of you warm and safe from bandits and the cold

•You're also super lovable like this, Vash knows you'd never hurt him and it's almost therapeutic to run his fingers through your fur laughing when you lick at his face or nose him along with your large snout

•When the girls (and Wolfwood) join your group you go back to keeping it a secret not ready for a whole group of people to know about your monster form, not to mention there's a bit of protective instinct you have towards Vash so in your brain it gives you the upper hand if only Vash and you know

•but this plan also goes out the window similar to the way it did last time. Desperate times call for desperate measures and a crowd of Ja'Lai police so large even the punisher cant clear them dictates for a less that friendly appearance of your wolf form especially when one of their bullets hits Vash in the side

•If the time you took on the bandits was scary this is down right terrifying, you're pissed, Vash is bleeding and it's making the more animalistic side of you fume. You do your best not to kill (Vash would throw a fit) but lets just say a few of them aren't going to be policing anything else anytime soon

•Your muzzle is covered with blood from biting and your ears are pressed back as you growl, you look feral like nothing more than a wild animal out for blood

•The gang is...admittedly scared. Even Nicholas "Danger" Wolfwood is keeping a steady hand on the punisher incase things go south and trying to tally up how many vials he has in his pocket while Meryl tires to remember how your supposed to deal with feral animals. Play dead? no that was bears...run? that was stupid, maybe back away slowly?

•That being said when Vash lets out a sigh of relief and run towards you with open arms? Everyone's pretty sure blondie's lost his god damn mind, sure he was a martyr but he wasn't suicidal right?

•Further more when you go from something out of a horror movie to an over grown puppy the second you see Vash it's even more bewildering. Your eyes go big and your ears perk up as you crouch to make yourself look smaller and non threating happily nuzzling against Vashs torso

•He laughs and gently scolds you for being too rough with the enforcers but he knows when to pick his battles and counts the zero casualties as a win, you yip happily and gently nip at his hands as Vash laughs and pets you softly thanking you for keeping him safe

•You whine and nose at where he was shot and he promises you he'll get it cleaned up and that it's really not that bad while the others slowly relax. There would be a conversation to be had but...it seemed like you were harmless!

•Wolfwood struts over now that he realizes how soft you're being with the humanoid typhoon and once he gets close enough even extends an arm to pet you...only to be met with a snarl and a flash of teeth

•Wolfwood actually prays for the first time in a long time during that moment

•What can you say? Vash's blue eyes make you soft, but let's just say you got a bite that matches your bark

#vash x reader #vash x you #trigun x reader

[miss-tc-nova]

And You'll Miss It - Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Hey! Remember this? Have some pain to go with that fluff! Because I can't help myself.

Premise: It's time for you/Yuu to go, but Leona's been missing all day

Words: 602

Warning: Kinda sad

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               Jack’s arms are crushing as he holds me tight. I can feel my ribs bending.

               “Jack!” I pat uselessly at his back. “Too tight, buddy!”

               Instantly, he lets me fall back to the floor. Ears pulled back, he holds me steady. “Sorry!”

               I laugh. “It’s okay.”

               Looking at his face, I can see him fighting his sad-puppy expression. Reaching out, I wrap my arms around his neck and, this time, he holds softer.

               “I’m gonna miss you too,” I murmur into his shoulder.

               Stepping back, I turn to the hyena. As always, he’s much more mellow though there’s still traces of sadness there. There’s no hesitation though when I open my arms to him.

               “You keep yourself out of trouble, okay?”

               “Sheheh, I should be sayin’ that to you.”

               Our heads bonk together playfully as we part. Once again, my eyes scan the room and my heart sinks. “No sign of him?”

               Ruggie’s head shakes. “I haven’t heard anythin’ from him all day.”

               “I see…”

               Though my heart aches, there’s not much time to ruminate on the man that stood me up. Heartslabyul flat out tackles me to the ground in a mass of sobbing embraces.

               Today is the day I leave Twisted Wonderland. Honestly, I never thought this day would come. I’d become so accustomed to living among the students of Night Raven College that I kind of forgot that I had a life elsewhere. But Crowley finally kept his word and I was heading home.

               But there’s one person I haven’t gotten to see one last time.

               Grim’s forehead rubs against mine. I can see the tears in his eyes though he tries his best to put on a brave face. When he leans back to look at me, I can’t help the blink I give him. In return, his eyes close and he gives me another enthusiastic nuzzle.

               It breaks my heart to let Deuce take him from me. “Take care of him for me, okay?”

               “Of course.”

               Ace, eyes somewhat teary, places a hand on the cat’s head. “We can’t just let him run amok on his own, right?” His attempt at laughter his shaken by a sniffle.

               Reaching forward, I bring them all into a hug. “I love you guys.”

               I almost don’t want to let go, but Crowley gives me one last warning, so I step away from the mass of student. Climbing the few steps before the Dark Mirror, I pause and look back. These are the faces I will cherish forever—we endured hardship, had adventures, and grew together. I will never forget them.

               I just wish I could’ve seen…

               At the far end of the hall, there’s one last person, leaning against the door. I’d been searching for him all day and dreaded to think I’d leave without saying goodbye. He was the biggest reason I was reluctant to leave. I spent so many hours with him beneath the greenhouse trees and cheering through Spelldrive games. At first I thought we could never be more than strangers, but he proved me wrong a thousand times over. If he just asked, I would probably agree to stay in a heartbeat.

               He probably knows that.

               That damn cat is always a step ahead of me.

               A weary smile pulls at my lips as I meet his chartreuse eyes. There’s a soft one in return.

               And then slowly, he blinks.

               A sleeve drags across my watering eyes. Still, a breath of a laugh escapes me, glad that we could have this one last exchange.

               I blink back.

               I love you too.

#leona x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona #gender neutral reader #making myself cry again

[goblinontour]

blurb about daddy🎀 alex (the cat) x innocent and shy reader?

ok i tried to write something but i cannot for the life of me i’m so bad at this💀 i’ll just share some concepts i have about the car al instead that i think would fit, and by innocent i’m kinda going the virgin route

so you’ve never been with anyone else before, but you and him just clicked.

he wouldn’t pressure you into anything, he loved to just learn about your body and what you like. he’d eat you out and have you guide him through it the best you could, more so you can learn yourself what feels good.

he’d have you get yourself off in front of him to make you more comfortable in your body, break you out of your shell.

but you would want to please him too, even though he never asked for it. he’d be reluctant but eventually agree to let you suck him off.

he’d braid your hair before it and you’d be like a lost puppy in front of him not knowing what to do. he’d teach you how it works, touching himself first to show you where it felt good, and he’d guide you through it, struggling to keep himself from going too harsh on you because he’d been so pent up and having finally having you touch him drove him crazy.

and later on after you two fucked he’d make a habit to sneak out for a walk in the early in the morning to read the paper but he’d make sure to come back with a coffee and something sweet for you, still naked in bed the night before, waking you up with a kiss on your forehead and some gentle pets through your hair.

AGAIN I’M SO SORRY i can’t do this i’m still new here don’t have the skills to pop out blurbs. i’ll stick to my silly fics

#this is so embarrassing #god💀 #blurb #not really tho

[genshinlover101]

PLEASE can you do ei,Yae and Ningguang with a S/O who loves cats?

Her with a S/O Who Loves Cats

Characters: Raiden Shogun, Yae Miko, Ningguang x gn!reader

Warnings: None

A/n: I absolutely love cats but I’ve sadly never had one </3

Also I hope this is okay , I wanted to make it short but sweet !!

• Ei’s experience with animals was positive, to say the least. She’s seen beautiful Kitsune like the Guuji of Narukami Shrine, even mythical creatures like the young Qilin from Liyue. Whether it was fox envoys, adepti, or simple house pets they were all the same to her.   

• She loved the companionship a pet gives her. Her personal familiar once offered such companionship during the good days, but since then she’s become quite resourceful. When Miko assumed such an influential position in Inazuman politics, she no longer was so easily swayed by fried tofu.

Ei had been searching for you only to find you around a corner crouched offering your hand to a random dark alleyway between two houses in Inazuma City. It was not an uncommon sight to see you interacting with the copious amounts of stray cats at spontaneous moments such as these. Curious to see the commotion, she slowly approached you, making an effort to not make a sound with her steps. 

“I see you’ve found already yourself some company tonight,” she said startling you. Gently you slowly looked up to see Ei standing above you, her hands on her knees allowing her to lower herself to see whatever you were doing. A bright blush on your face of embarrassment, you believed your love for cats was far too childish for the grand Raiden Shogun. “Do not let me distract you so easily, continue…” she urged you, enabling your interests.

Before you knew it a kitty had brushed itself against you, it looked malnourished, injured, and weak. You looked reluctant as you remember feeding it a couple of nights ago, it must’ve remembered. “What will you do with it?” She asked with pure fascination. “If you bring it home we can nurture it together till it’s healed, then it’ll owe you a favor,” she probably honestly believed the cat had a sense of bartering. A favor for a favor, such an innocent belief as she looked at it with a sympathetic expression.

• Yae Miko’s experience with animals is healthy, she herself had experience being a young impressionable fox. Her little kitsune buddies commonly accompanied her along the long and winding path of the Narukami Shrine.

• Other than fawning over her own personal beauty, she often could be found picking on other animals. Even the powerful and loyal General of Watatsumi Army could survive her relentless taunting. domesticated house animals weren’t safe either.

Miko stood above you with her arms folded, stroking her chin in pure interest. A cat purring against your crouched legs as it rubbed against you, your hand resting in a single position to pet it. The cat was surely dirty, infested with fleas, and half-starving, yet its signature orange tabby coat was vibrant under the mud. Its bright colors entince Miko.

She couldn’t deny her disgust however, such a dirty creature, it couldn’t even groom itself. If it weren’t for your puppy-dog eyes Miko wouldn’t have even budged. She sighed before rubbing her forehead in frustration, what would Kitsune Saiguu do? She thought. Thinking back on the time when she was just a young girl, the sympathy her mentor had for other animals.

“I suppose it’s not too shabby,” she commented on it. It wasn’t like she was too fond of cats themselves, but whatever you liked she would at least attempt to like equally. Struggling to find things she didn’t dislike about the dirty cat. “Hmph- I guess we can take it into the shrine temporarily. Don’t let it wander too much, I don’t want to find fleas in my fur tomorrow morning understand?”

• Ningguang’s experience with animals is coming from a place of respect. She was the type of person a cat would choose from a crowd, yet she would want nothing to do with it. She wasn’t afraid necessarily, she claimed she was “too mature” to obsess over a fluffy animal.

• Ningguang certainly had a mutual love for children, most of the locals called her auntie Ningguang. Yet animals were a different story, especially cats. Their mysterious flare and unsociable behavior compared to a dog were bewildering. She was blissfully unaware of how similar she was to a cat.

Ningguang stood with a hand on her hip, looking down with only her eyes as her smug look faded when she realized you were dead serious. “Heh, you really want to take that home?” You looked up at her with a pout, the calico cat meowing as if it were trying to convince her too. Snaking from your touch as it brushed itself against her milky-colored ankles.

“Tch- why try and get a cuter one at least,” the cat had matted fur and gnats floating over it, it was clear it was a stray. “If you want to adopt we can go to a shelter that sells them already healthy. This one is mangy and gross.” Ningguang was used to luxury and power, she was puzzled as to why you absolutely needed this one in particular. 

When she realized both of you were as stubborn as logs she rolled her eyes with a huff, folding her arms in frustration. “If you’re really going to be that difficult then I suppose we can foster it to good health,” Your face lit up, making Ningguang blush as she flung her head away from you. She wanted to get her point across without getting your hopes up, aware you’d try to swindle her. “But I want nothing to do with this cat during it’s stay, understand?”

#raiden shogun x reader #yae miko x reader #ningguang x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #raiden shogun #yae miko #Ningguang

[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

marionette

pairing: OT7 x Female Reader word count: 1558 warnings: angst, character death, lot of suggestive themes left for interpretation AO3 A/N: i don't know why i wrote this Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

From the moment she was made there had always been expectations from her.

She needed to be perfect, beautiful, and willing to do whatever it was required of her. Hair shinning as bright as the Sun, skin clear and without a single flaw, bodice tight enough with barely any room to breathe, skirt short and showing her collants covered legs until it reached her ballet shoes.

Her creator made sure her lips were as red as blood but they always used to say that her eyes were her best feature - dark as the night sky but big and wide as the most innocent child. Strings resembling piano wire attached tightly to her wrists and ankles - the creator saying that they were needed so she wouldn't run away from them.

Once finished they put her on a shelf, wanting her to be exposed for everyone's eyes - telling her each and every single day how beautiful she was and that it would only be a matter of time until someone took her from them.

And so she waited and waited.

Always watching the world move and people pass by her but nobody ever stopping. The creator didn't help in the situation, forbidding anyone from touching her unless they had the intention of keeping her and loving her in the same way that they did.

The day she had lost hope was also the day everything in her life changed.

The first master was the owner of a restaurant.

Incredibly handsome with broad shoulders he stared at her a moment too long before deciding that he wanted her. The creator was reluctant of parting with her but after most persuasion, she belonged to him.

"A beautiful girl for a beautiful man." he used to say, wanting to show her off in his establishment. Everyone saw her and she loved every second of attention, especially when it came from her master.

The happiness didn't last long however for the master was the type of person that loved attention as much as her, always surrounded by various women.

It worsen the night she saw him with one of them, after closing hours and using one of the tables for their indiscretions.

The first master and his mistress were found dead the next morning, a gas leak leading to the burning down of the restaurant.

She was found near the dumpster, a burn on the back of her right leg.

The second master was a music producer.

A shut-in that would only leave his house to buy food and to walk his dog. It had been said dog that had found her, forcing the master to take her back with him since the animal refused to leave her.

The master resembled a cat in many ways, something she found adoring about him.

Days passed and both of them fell into a routine - he worked day and night on his computer while she remained on his bed, being the only spectator to his creations.

He didn't treat her nicely, ignoring her for the most part and taking out his anger and frustration on her whenever inspiration couldn't be found.

The second master was found dead weeks later after the landlord broke into the apartment due to a smell complaint, exhaustion being labeled as the cause.

She was found near a corner of the room while the apartment was being cleared, bruise-like marks filling both her arms.

The third master was a dancer.

Excited like a puppy, he found her when clearing the previous one's apartment.

He kept her to which she guessed was a way of keeping a memory from a lost friend.

He danced like his life depended on it, always showing her his moves and talking with her. He even took her to bed with him, where he would wrap himself around her, not letting her escape from his grasp.

He took her everywhere with him, never letting her out of his sight.

The third master died at the hospital after succumbing to the injuries he suffered after being run over hours before.

She was found near him, her left arm bent and broken. She was brought into a public library, left in the lost and found.

The fourth master was a poet.

Tall like a tree but caring and loving like a koala.

He found her and took her with him, taking care of her as best he could, changing her hair to his liking, and making her feel beautiful once again.

He wrote the most amazing and wise words she had ever heard. Other times he would read to her, telling her the most wonderful stories.

Although clumsy and destructive whenever his hands were on her, he was the most careful person in the world.

But there was a darkness to him, something she always saw cracks no matter how much he tried to keep hidden from her, pushing her way too many times and seeking her for comfort on dark and lonely nights, taking her multiple times as the night turned into day.

The freedom of the night and the moon no longer brought her comfort.

The fourth master was found mere minutes after the sound of a gunshot was heard. Assumption was that he couldn't take to life anymore and put a never before seen gun to his head.

She was thrown out into the streets once more, a darkness impossible to clean escaping from between her thighs.

The fifth master was a photographer.

His face resembling what angels must've been.

He found her when she was laying in the grass of a local park, loving the view so much that he took a picture of her, saying that "Everything is a picture waiting to be taken."

He adored taking her to many places and taking her picture. A bright light in his life he said.

His favorite pictures however were the ones where he made her do many positions in his bed, many of them while he was with her. Those pictures he would put online, wanting everyone from around the globe to see her.

The fifth master had his house ransacked, a crazed fan of his taken into police custody on the charges of homicide.

She was given to somebody else, the mark of a handprint on her neck.

The sixth master was a painter.

Quite professional in his work but with the innocence of a child, always giving her a boxy smile.

A friend of his brought them together. Much like before he would put her in various positions for long periods of time while he painted her.

Whenever he painted soft music filled the studio, a stern and concentrated look on his features as he did art that could rival those of Van Gogh.

He had many lovers, always getting rid of them before the final touches of his next piece, using a special that only they could offer for it.

He didn't care much for her, taking what he wanted and then leaving her by her lonesome. She didn't know why he kept her around.

The sixth master was caught in the middle of a police shooting. The men in blue invading into the studio after anonymously receiving evidence of his indiscretions. He cursed her with his last breath.

She simply took her surroundings while everything was happening, a bruise of a shackle on her now broken right foot.

She was left forgotten in there until a new person occupied the space, who then abandoned her at a gym.

The seventh master was a professional boxer.

He resembled a tiny rabbit, tattoos completely filling his arms and piercings adorning his face.

He was very competitive and loved to show off his strength to her. Leaving her in the locker room and treating her as a good luck charm, always touching her before and after his matches, going on an unbeatable streak.

He had a lot of violence in his heart, using his adversaries as a way to take out his anger.

Sometimes she got caught in the crossfire. Violence and sex were his way of living.

The seventh master fell during one of his matches, never getting back after receiving many punches in the head.

She was in the locker room seeing her reflection, her face showing a black eye and a busted lip.

The creator found her there and took her back with them, putting her on a shelf once again, but this time on the back where no one would see her except for them.

They constantly demonized her. It all broke when she saw that they had replaced her with a new one, who was as pretty as she had once been, showing her off to anything who would pass.

She had been broken, used, and abused and now, she was no better than a doll who belonged in the trash.

The creator's house burned down that night, no indication of how it had started. The fire took everything, leaving nothing in its place.

She was once beautiful and willing to love whoever would take her, the world made her into something nobody would ever want.

As the flames surrounded her she still had hope that maybe one day she would find someone.

But for now, she was alone and miserable, only someone as ugly as she was could love her.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #seokjin fanfic #yoongi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #namjoon fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jungkook fanfic

[the-iceni-bitch]

The Good News?

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP ninja and puppy)

Words: ~2.2k

Summary: Well, you had to tell the family eventually.

Warnings: explicit language, Thrombey family drama, slut shaming, protective Ransom, almost fist fighting, no minors due to the AU

A/N: They’re just the worst guys, and Harlan is over it!

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“I mean, I still feel like eloping and moving to Switzerland is a good option.” You and Ransom had been staring at the manor with the beemer running for five minutes, his thumb tracing over the ring on your finger absentmindedly while he held your hand.

“They’d follow us.” He smiled softly when he rolled his head to face you, letting his eyes fall closed when you leaned over to press your forehead against his. “And you know you want Harlan and Wanetta there, and I’m pretty sure Ari and Anne would kill us if we didn’t have some sort of party.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You hummed when he rubbed his nose over yours, squeezing his hand and returning his smile. “Fuck, we might as well do this, what’s the plan.”

“Don’t bring it up until after dinner when they’re all drunk.” He pecked you on the lips and then the forehead before letting you go with reluctance, sighing as he gazed at the manor one more time before moving to open his door. “And hope to god they don’t notice the ring until then.”

Ransom smiled when he wound his fingers through yours again, kissing your hair and taking a deep breath as you started walking towards the manor. As much as he was thrilled the two of you were actually doing this, he definitely shared your trepidation about making this announcement to his family. They did have the tendency to ruin nice moments.

“Hello, my dear!” Ransom had to let you go when you walked in and Harlan came to embrace you, smiling when he watched his grandfather press a warm kiss to your cheek. “Everyone is here, I have to say it’s getting hard not to share the good news with all of them, you know I love a celebration.”

“I do, but given that you may be the only one who actually feels like celebrating once we tell them, I think it’s good to hold off.” Harlan scoffed lightly at you before turning to give Ransom his own hug.

“Well, I’m the oldest, and if I say we’re celebrating, we’re celebrating.” Harlan beamed when you and Ransom chuckled at that. “If they want to throw a fit about it, they can leave.”

“Great, I’m sure they’ll love that.” Ransom kissed your hair while the two of you followed after Harlan and blew out a breath when you walked into the parlor and found the whole family waiting for you. “Oh fuck.”

Apparently Harlan had invited your parents to this thing too, like that wasn’t going to arouse any kind of suspicion. Ransom put his hand on the small of your back and steered you towards the bar when you groaned, drumming his fingers against your waist and doing his best to give noncommittal replies when everyone greeted you. You plastered a smile on your face when Fran moved to pour you a drink, Ransom turning to deal with his mother and father when they stalked towards the two of you.

“We missed you at Christmas, Ransom.” Linda gave him a cursory hug and he had to keep from rolling his eyes when Richard just watched you lean over the bat with a gross look on his face. “Where did you two disappear to for two whole weeks?”

“I know Harlan told you we were in Vermont.” Ransom took the scotch when you handed it to him, his fingers lingering over yours before bringing the drink to his lips while he fought the urge to smack his father because the man wouldn’t stop staring at your ass.

“For two weeks with no warning.” Linda shook her head when Ransom just shrugged at her and took another drink. “And without the dog and cat you’re apparently unable to live without on all other occasions. Something must have happened to make you two just up and disappear.”

Ransom was about to tell her to back off when Fran spoke and he felt his heart drop into his stomach.

“Wow, look at that sparkly thing, looks like you had a very merry Christmas.”

You turned towards Ransom with a look of apologetic horror on your face. You hadn’t been thinking when you reached for your drink with your left hand, and now everyone could see the massive diamond that was glittering on your finger.

“What the hell is that?” Linda’s smile froze on her face when she saw the ring, her lips pulling back until it was basically a snarl as the two of you fought to think of something to say. “Is that the ring?”

“Let’s all just calm down.” Harlan could feel the energy in the room shift and did his best to nip it in the bud. “This is a happy occasion, let’s treat it as such.”

“Why is that whore wearing my grandmother’s ring?” Walt had spotted it and was fuming, batting off Donna when she attempted to get him to calm down as he stared murderously at you and Ransom.

“What the fuck did you just call my fiancée?” Ransom’s voice was dangerously quiet as he turned to face Walt, slowly positioning himself between you and his family while letting out a deep growl.

“You wanna say that to my fucking face, Walt?” Your voice was not quiet at all, you slammed your drink on the bar and pressed into Ransom’s arm when he held you back.

“Walt, I’ll not have that type of language about guests in my house.” Harlan looked like he was getting angry, his jaw clenched as he stared at his son.

“That was supposed to be my ring.” Linda just muttered under her breath as she kept staring at the ring on your finger, like she couldn’t believe any of this was happening. “That little bitch is wearing my ring.”

“Please, we’ve all thought it. Don’t you remember hearing her screaming like a fucking slut from across the resort when we were all on vacation?” Walt was ignoring the way his father was glaring at him. “That ring is supposed to stay in the family.”

“Fuck’s sake, like it or not, I’m a part of this family, Walt.” Ransom prowled towards Walt and jabbed him in the chest with his finger. “Now, apologize.”

“Get out of my face, you spoiled bastard.” Walt just tried to stare Ransom down and failed. “Linda, come call off your son.”

“Ransom, calm down.” Linda finally came back to herself and put a hand on his shoulder that he just shrugged off as he kept growling at Walt. “You’ve made your little scene, let’s just all take a breath.”

“Not the one going around calling people whores, mother.” Ransom barely looked at her as Walt shoved him off, fighting the urge to punch the man in the face when he shot you a dirty look. “Anyone else got any shit to say?”

“I for one think it’s romantic.” Joni flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave you and Ransom a grin as she raised her glass to you. “Congratulations you two.”

“Thanks Joni.” You huffed out a breath as you struggled to calm down, turning to your parents who were giving you unreadable expressions.

“Oh my goodness, a wedding!!” At least you’re mother looked happy, even though your father still managed to give Ransom the murder glare. “And so soon, oh! Are you having a baby?”

“Christ, mom, no!” You ran your hand over your face and Ransom groaned, scrubbing the back of his neck and screwing his eyes closed as he pulled you close again. “We’re not having kids.”

“Not ever?” Your mother looked like she was about to cry and you were over it. “But you’re getting married, you’d have such beautiful babies.”

“Surprised you’re not gonna knock her up to secure your fucking inheritance.” Walt tried grumbling behind his bourbon, but you definitely heard him. “Probably yours and this slut’s plan all along.”

“You know what, that’s it!” Ransom pulled away from you again and shoved Walt in the chest, ignoring the sudden chaos that erupted when his uncle stumbled back and everyone else ran to get between the two of them. “I’ve put up with all of your passive aggressive, abusive bull shit for years, but I hear you spew any more of that at her, I will kick your ass Walt!”

“Ok son, relax, Walt watch your hands!” Richard managed to pull Walt away from Ransom while you grabbed your fiancé, running your hands over his chest and pressing your lips to his throat until you felt his breathing start to slow down.

“You are all being absolutely ridiculous.” Linda took a deep breath as she watched you do your best to soothe Ransom. “You two pleased with yourselves? Always have to cause a scene. This is why I wanted you to settle down with a girl from a nice family.”

“Excuse me?” Now your parents were getting into it, your father giving Linda an offended look.

“Oh god, you know what I mean.” Linda waved him off.

They all started screaming at each other then, arguing about whether or not you deserved the ring or if you and Ransom should even be getting married in the first place. Ransom heard someone say the word slut again and he let out a snarl, grabbing your coats and dragging you towards the door as he nodded at Harlan, who also looked extremely perturbed at everyone’s reactions.

“Well, this was a whole lot of fun, assholes, but we’re gonna go.” Ransom kissed your hair as he helped you slide your coat on, rolling his eyes when they all stopped yelling and stared at the two of you. “Harlan, let me know if they all quit calling my fiancée a whore and maybe we can try this celebration again. Otherwise, you can all eat shit, or whatever, I’m done.”

“Wait, get back here you two!” Linda charged after the two of you while you headed outside, everyone else streaming after her. “Don’t you dare walk away from me!”

“Suck a cock, Linda.” Your voice was exhausted as you climbed into the beemer, Ransom slamming your door closed behind you and scowling at his family as he moved to the driver’s side.

“Maybe Switzerland isn’t the worst idea.” Ransom turned his head to kiss your palm when you rested it against his cheek, huffing out a breath as he started to pull away from the manor.

Harlan looked furious when everyone tried to filter back inside, chewing the inside of his cheek with frustration as he surveyed his children. Walt and Linda were still muttering together about you and how you didn’t deserve anything you were getting from Ransom and Harlan finally lost it.

“That’s enough out of the both of you.” Harlan waved his hand at Linda when she acted like she was going to fight him on it. “No, I’ve allowed you to impede that boy's happiness for too long. Both of you acting like you were automatically entitled to something that was my mother’s to give, when your son was the only one who had the sense to actually ask for it.”

“But…” Walt bit off his retort when Harlan shot his glare at him, the older man silencing both of his children with a meaningful stare as he sank into the chair behind his desk.

“It’s enough. The two of them are happy, they have my blessing and your grandmother’s blessing, I’ll hear nothing more of it.” Harlan shook his head at the two of them as they sank into the chairs on the other side of his desk. “I’ll not have you acting like a couple of spoiled children who had a toy taken from them whenever you see those two, which is going to keep happening because I’m not cutting that boy out just because he’s not falling in line with your expectations for him. So either learn to fake happiness for them or find someplace else to eat on Sundays, because I’ll not have you calling my future granddaughter a whore any longer, is that understood?”

Everyone seemed thoroughly chastened when you and Ransom arrived for dinner the next week, the strained smiles everyone was shooting you making your skin crawl as you two sat down to eat with everyone. It was like being with a bunch of Stepford wives.

“What the hell did Harlan say to them?” You leaned close to Ransom to murmur in his ear after Linda told you a fall wedding sounded lovely. “This is worse, right? It feels worse.”

“I dunno, feels weird as fuck for sure.” Ransom grabbed your hand so he could run his finger over the ring like he’d started doing more often to soothe his nerves. “At least we won’t have to worry about them making any kind of scene at the wedding, hopefully.”

“Yeah.” You didn’t like the way your mother and Linda were eyeing each other. “Hopefully. Who knows what’s gonna happen before that, though.”

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Tiny Treasures | JJK x Reader | 💜🐾(☁️)🔞

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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

Genre: hybrid AU, non-idol!AU, Web-Designer!Jungkook, bunny hybrid!Reader, featuring Taehyung: your local scatterbrain (TM)

Warnings: absolute fluff, it’s cotton candy I swear, so soft, so sweet, oh lord, reader is shy and sweet, Jungkook is whipped, he’s so sweet with her ugh, this is now my official emotional support Koo, some mentions of past abuse/neglect, did I mention that kook is whipped, because his heart go boom boom whenever reader so much as BREATHES, strength kink (hint), your local praise and size kink say hi as well, no smut would you believe it, possibly future parts? I dont know I just love them okay

Summary: Jungkook was a hopeless romantic believing in love at first sight- and then there was you, a bunny experiencing the tiny treasures of life for the first time. Together, with him.

It's busy in Jungkooks apartment- something thats unusual, considering that technically, the young man lives alone, doesn't really fuck around, and works at home as well ever since he took on the job as a web-designer. There was no reason to cause such an amount of stress in his home- other than the simple fact of his best friend currently pacing around, steps so fast and hard that Jungkook scared his flooring would soon melt underneath the older ones shoes he didn't take off in a rush. There were bags on his couch, bags on his counter, and a backpack somewhere in his living room- all because of;

"Okay so, she's okay with eating almost everything BUT!" Taehyung holds his finger up as if he's lecturing a child in front of him- which he's not, Jungkook is a full grown adult at this point, and looks at him unimpressed with furrowed brows as his older friend lists up things he needs to keep in mind for the hybrid he's looking after for the day. "Please make sure she's hydrated, she tends to forget to drink during the day. If she does and gets a headache there's medication in the bag that I've put on the couch- you've seen it right? Should I show you again?" He stresses, and Jungkook holds his friend's shoulders for a moment.

"Can you like, breathe for a moment please?" He says, and Taehyung nods, following the instructions for a moment before Jungkook continues. "Okay great. Now that you're not hyperventilating anymore I can tell you that yes, I've seen the bag-" He says, pointing towards the couch that's littered with so many things it seems like he's giving the hybrid up for adoption today instead of just dropping her off until tomorrow. "Second of all, I've taken care of Yoongi before and he's still alive, what's so different? Just because she's a bunny- or was it hare- wait is there a difference..?" Jungkook drawls off, suddenly thinking and not quite remembering if he's ever quite asked himself the difference of these two things. Taehyung however seems offended by that.

"Jungkook, she's a BUNNY, not a hare! That's a HUGE difference!" He whines out, and Jungkook looks at him a bit sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Oh god maybe I shouldn't go, this is a bad idea.." He says, already taking out his phone to cancel the date he has tonight, but jungkook holds the elders friend before he can make that mistake. Taehyung was a busy man, running a hybrid rehabilitation center in Seoul and Daegu- while talking to Busan's department for partnership. He really loves his job- but sometimes he gets too invested in it, just like now. He's finally got a date for himself after years of being alone; but he almost shot the poor woman down when he remembered that you, a newly rescued hybrid was staying at his home- something he never did before. Sure, he had taken over the rehabilitation of hybrids before, but he had never ever taken a case home with him. But after meeting you, seeing you, and knowing what you've been put through, his heart simply couldn't leave you at the shelter- even though he knew that it was probably the best place to be for you. But he had done what he had done now- there was no turning back with you. He couldn't leave you alone yet, so Jungkook had volunteered to look after you for the day and night, until Taehyung would pick you up the next day. The younger one had always looked after Yoongi, a cat hybrid later on adopted by Jung Hoseok, a friend of both of them; so he personally felt good about taking you in.

It was just for a day- what could go wrong?

"Come on, don't you trust me? Or is she like, super aggressive or something?" Jungkook asks, and Taehyung sighs. He hasn't told the younger one much about you, believing it was bad karma to talk about others when they weren't present. Yet this time he'd have to make an exception- because Jungkook needed to know at least some things about you and where you came from. Everything else would be unfair.

Taehyung sighed. "She's a category 3, so she's still recovering from her past home. She's just.. super shy and timid, and gets scared pretty easily so, I'm just terrified Jungkook. I know you don't want to cause any harm, but what if something happens and she just falls back? She's come so far these days, you should've seen her when I got her.." He said, and Jungkook looked at him- the eyes of the younger serious, reminding Taehyung that deep inside, he was more than just a schoolfriend. "When she got to me, she didn't even know how to use cutlery Kook. She.." But Jungkook smiled, placing a hand to his friend's shoulder in reassurance.

"I get it. I'll do my best, okay?" He says. "I promise I'll call you as soon as something's up, okay?" He says, and Taehyung nods. With a small wave he leaves the apartment to pick you up from the shelter- and Jungkook, in exchange, began to rummage through the plastic bags Taehyung had dumped onto his couch.

He was familiar with hybrids to some degree- he never really had owned one, and neither did his family. He knew that his brother owned a dog hybrid, but he had yet to bring him to family gatherings; Jungkook had never seen the puppy hybrid himself. His parents however said that she was nice, and Jungkook never really had any bad experiences with them. He sometimes visited Taehyung at work and conversed with some of the more chatty hybrids.

He was familiar with caring for them to some degree. As already stated before, he'd looked after 'grumpy-cat' Yoongi a lot back in the days when he was still in the center for rehabilitation. Jungkook knew about their different preferences in food, and their different behaviors. He, sadly, also knew about the mistreatment most of the hybrids went through before getting to the center into Taehyungs and his Staff's care- and he always hated it. The stories he sometimes heard made him sleepless during the night, made him research donation websites just to cleanse his mind for the moment.

But it only ever lasted until the next case would turn up at Taehyung's doorstep.

Quite frankly, Jungkook didn't know what he'd expected. After all, he'd never seen you in person, he simply went after Taehyungs description of you, but what was now standing at his door, was something that erased any thought he may had prior to opening it.

You were so.. delicate? Cute? He's never used the word 'cute' for a person before, because he simply thought aegyo and all of that was something girls put up for a facade of innocence. He hated that with a passion, cringing any time he saw it- yet there was, in his opinion, no other word that described you better. You were just as shy as Taehyung said, yet you forced yourself to bow a little as a greeting, taking a small step back however when Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts and opened the door fully to step aside. He threw a smile your way, hoping it could ease your nerves a little- and it seemed to work, because he saw your lips turn a bit upwards into a shy smile.

He felt as if he'd just won a ranked overwatch match against the seoul dynasty.

"Okay, I'm gonna pick you up tomorrow ASAP, okay? Are you gonna be fine here?" Taehyung asked you, and you looked over his shoulder- your bright eyes meeting Jungkooks, who was leaning against his kitchen counter, smiling boyishly while waving a little. It made you feel okay; he seemed nice enough, and after all, any friend of Taehyungs was a friend of yours. He'd taught you that. So you nodded, and Taehyung smiled, patting your head for a moment, your ears flopping to the sides before standing upright again after his hand left you. He waved goodbye and seemed a bit reluctant to leave- but you knew that Taehyung was excited for his date. He'd talked about nothing else these past days, and it made you happy to see him so giddy over something.

"So." Jungkook started, his voice fitting him, you thought. He looked fit, and comfortable to you- his oversized sweater probably big enough for you to hide in. Wait- what was that thought?! You averted your eyes immediately, ears shyly drooping backwards as you began to shuffle your fluffy socks on his wooden floor, the laminate suddenly super interesting. "Taehyung said you should have a nice healthy dinner- but I may forgot to buy groceries, so, is it okay for you to tag along?" He asked. "You can choose what you want to eat while we're at it, too." He said, and you perked up at that.

"I can?" You asked, ears slowly moving into a more confident position again, and he smiled at that achievement.

"Sure!" He exclaimed, and walked towards the door, grabbing his jacket, before he looked at you. You were staring at something- and as he followed your gaze, he saw your shoes. Simple sneakers in colors that fit your current clothes, but, was he connecting the dots correctly? He didn't want to offend you in case you were simply deep in thought, so he simply waited, slipping on his own shoes, as he watched you out of the corner of his eyes.

You really were struggling to tie your shoes.

So he simply sat down on the small step that divided his entrance from the rest of his apartment, and tapped the top of his knee. "Come here, I'll help." He said, and your eyes widened, shaking your head.

"I'll- I'll get your pants dirty.." You said worriedly, but Jungkook shook his head again.

"Don't worry about that." He said, and you hesitantly placed your shoe on his knee with just the very tip- something that made him smile a bit before he placed it down properly, tying the laces quickly.

"Sorry." You apologized, but he shook his head yet again as he tied the other.

"It's fine." He simply said, before you both got up, going outside. "Do you, uhm.." He began, nervously picking on the slight fuzz of his skin against his chin before he finished, by holding his hand out. "You know, so you don't, accidentally get lost or something. Taehyung would kill me." He laughed, and you blushed, before hesitantly taking his larger hand, holding it as he walked to the nearby grocery store with you.

Inside, it was busy as usual- but Taehyung typically didn't take you out during these hours, something about you maybe becoming overloaded by sensations and sounds. You've never been to a grocery like this before though- because while yes, it was a lot, Jungkooks hand never left yours even for a second. He calmly explained things you seemed interested in, and his entire presence calmed you down, even though you didn't really know him at all.

But your instincts were telling you that he was a good person; and until now, they had never been wrong.

"So, which one do you like?" He asked, pulling you from your thoughts as you were drifting off a little. He smiled at you, while you were looking at the shelves, pointing towards a pack of ramen. You've never tried it, but you had been interested when you saw them at Taehyungs place once or twice- however, back then you had been too shy to ask if you could maybe try it sometimes. "Hmm.. you sure about this one? It's pretty spicy sweetheart." He said, letting the petname slip as your ear flinched a bit into his direction, eyes widening a bit. Taehyung sometimes called you sweetheart as well- but somehow, in some weird way, it made you feel all tingly inside hearing it from Jungkook. "Uhm.. maybe, I can buy this one, and this chicken flavoured one- you can taste mine, and if you like it, we can switch. Okay?" He explained, and you nodded, not really listening anymore as you looked at him with an almost fascinated expression.

Taehyung had told you he had never truly taken care of a female hybrid, let alone a rehab-case such as you were. But he seemed so nice, so sweet, it was hard to imagine him not owning a hybrid- or being single. While Taehyung had never outright said that Jungkook was, you assumed so by the hints you noticed here and there. No other scent than his in his home, and you also remember Taehyung teasing the younger yesterday over the phone, saying something that at least Taehyung was getting himself some dating action.

For some weird reason, knowing that Jungkook didn't have a partner made you feel nice.

But then you remembered his words. "But- what will you eat if I eat yours?" You ask, and he shrugs.

"We'll simply switch then. I don't mind." He says, placing both packs in the shopping cart as you watched him. Your old home hadn't been too kind to you, yet you still didn't know anything else than the treatment you got back there. It was still new to you how easy going some people were, how much freedom you actually had. You've seen kids on swings last week, and a girl feeding a stray cat in an alleyway. Those were things you've never seen before.

"Okay, now the fun part." He says, and you look up at him, his head nodding towards something specific.

Icecream.

Your eyes widened seeing all the different packages and flavours, making your ears droop a bit in confusion. You were lost; what should you choose? You didn't know any of these except some flavors Taehyung had at his house. Jungkook, already connecting the dots, opens one of the doors. "Do you like fruity things? I personally like mild flavors, like vanilla." He says, picking a box of two separate containers. "How about this one?" He asks, and you nod excitedly.

"Yes please.!" You say, pretty much vibrating on the spot as Jungkook places the box into the cart, making an elderly lady next to the two of you chuckle.

"So sweet. And great manners too!" She says, before a hybrid walks up to her; his bright orange badge showing that the dog hybrid was a service worker. "Take good care of her, young man, yes?" She says, and Jungkook nods, squeezing your hand a little tighter as you both watch the lady getting escorted towards the cashiering section.

Jungkook had honestly never really thought about taking care of his own hybrid. He always worried that his friend's teasing was actually real- that he was too immature to quite take care of another living being except his own. Depp down he knew of course that he was capable of that, but insecurities sometimes still bit at his soul from the inside. He couldn't do much about that- he was a hopeless person in that department; still believing in love at first sight, and that human-hybrid relationships are nothing weird.He secretly loved romantic dramas, read shōjo mangas at the bookstore whenever he was too scared to buy them- afraid of being teased for it. He hated perfumes, enjoyed soft smells and fabrics, and even knew how to braid hair. He may looked like a typical muscle-head; with nothing filling his brain apart from protein powder and the need to work out and survive off of energy drinks and leftover cup noodles, but that wasn't really who he was. He simply liked to take care of himself, nothing more. He didn't work out for anyone but himself.

For some reason he enjoyed taking care of you like this. You were so sweet, so cute, that he couldn't help but already feel a little protective of you- that fact having only little to do with Taehyung. Maybe he simply needed a small push into the right direction to finally experience what it was like to have a hybrid, to test out what it was like to live with one.

But he didn't just want a hybrid, he noticed as he watched you carefully place the items of the shopping cart on the cash register, just like he'd asked you to do-

He wanted you.

He could feel someone staring at him. It was like it was piercing his neck, like laser dots on his skin, and it should freak him out like nothing else if it wasn't for the fact that he knew it couldn't be any other than you. He looked at the pot he was putting water in, the reflection showing your form sneakily watching him from the entrance of the kitchen. He chuckled. "Hm.." He began, dramatically sighing. "I wish there was a certain sweet bunny hybrid here to help me cook.. but I guess she's too busy.." He hummed, as he made sure the water in the pot was enough for one pack, before he turned around, your form now standing a few steps behind him. "Oh?" He said, acting surprised as you shyly smiled.

"Can I help.?" You asked, and he nodded, patting the counter to which you walked, squeaking cutely as he simply turned you around with gentle hands, lifting you up to sit between the stove on one side, and the sink on the other. You'd somehow come to the conclusion already that he was quite strong- but the short taste you got of his strength made your heart race a little. It was instinctively, really; your kind looked for partners with certain attributes, after all. They were supposed to protect you and your offspring at some point- even though that part made you look at your knees in shame, before Jungkook snapped you out of your thoughts before they could sway.

"Can you open the packages for me?" He asks, and you nod, taking them out of his hands and opening the foil carefully. You take out the still hard noodles before the flavor pack falls out, slapping on the floor as it falls down out of your hand. Jungkook however doesn't scold you- simply picks it up and gives it to you, and you look at him for a moment- watching him for any indication that he's mad. But he's not.

It's as if nothing had happened.

So you put the flavor pack and tiny oil package on top of the noodle blocks, so carefully Jungkook has to force himself not to just simply scream from how concentrated you look doing something so simple. "When the water boils, like, when it bubbles a lot, you can put these packs in, alright?" He says, and you nod, as if he's giving you instructions on how to prepare for war. He can't help himself at that moment, grinning so hard his dimples show as he reaches out to pet your head.

It's a little like Taehyung, but it feels a lot different.

With Taehyung, while you do feel safe and comfortable around him, and it feels nice, it's not at all like Jungkook. The younger one makes your heart race. He makes your pride swell, and your eyes sparkle- it's as if you've been given an award for the greatest achievement ever. You almost whine when he lets go.

So you later on put the packs into the boiling water with so much precision, immediately seeking his approval right after, to which he smiles at you. "Good job, Bunny." He says, and pets your head, absentmindedly moving the palm of his hand from the top of your head to instead cradle your cheek. Its such a soft and gentle touch that you almost go limp- closing your eyes and leaning into it. He only notices that when he looks back from the pots- now turned down a bit to a simmer as to not overcook- and his heart surely bursts in that moment.

You look so.. there's no word in Jungkooks head to properly describe the view he has, that image of you in front of him. He can't help himself- begins to trace his thumb against the soft skin, watching your ears relax and flop down. He can't imagine that someone like you could ever be done harm to; and while he doesn't know much about your past, he's sure it hadn't been pretty. It makes him want to just keep you right here, in his apartment, close to him, where he can make sure no one could ever cause you to be upset.

Both of you are abruptly pulled out of your thoughts by his phone ringing, the device so badly placed that it falls down to the floor after vibrating a few seconds. "Fuck!" He exclaims, picking it up and sighing in relief when it turns out to still be without damage. He takes on the call, and on the other side of the line, is Taehyung. He greets his younger friend, instantly asking him if you're okay- if you've eaten yet, drank anything, if you're homesick- all in one breath, it seems. Jungkook chuckles, simply placing a hand on your knee, thumb again tracing a pattern he's unsure of what its supposed to be. The warmth seeps into your skin through the fabric of your clothing. He smiles at you, and for the first time, maybe because you're feeling so.. smitten with him, you smile back. Not just a shy little lift of your lips, but a full on beaming smile, making his hand reach out to brush along your ear- internally gasping at how soft the fur is. How can something be this soft?! "Taehyung, she's fine. We're making ramen right now, she helped me cook, and afterwards we're gonna have icecream and watch a movie or something." He explains, and Taehyung claps back with something along the lines of 'but don't let her have the spicy stuff, she can't handle that-' but the younger one doesn't listen that much anymore. "Yeah yeah, listen, we're fine. Go get your girl, jesus." He laughs, and Taehyung chuckles as well, hanging up after reminding him to get you to bed at a reasonable time- as if you're a child he's taking care of.

Because that's the thing. You're not a child- and in Jungkooks eyes, you're not a pet. You're so sweet and easily interested in the simplest of things, he can't help but wonder if you had any hobbies. Did you like video games? Or drawing? Were you into books- hell, could you even read? He wanted to know so much more about you than just those tiny breadcrumbs of info he had gotten from Taehyung. He dearly hoped that maybe, maybe you would like to see him again after leaving tomorrow. He really hoped.

And as you ate, shaking your head at Jungkooks spicy ramen after tasting the broth a little from his spoon (which he did make sure to blow on as to not have you burn your tongue, bless his heart), he really did hope.

He really hoped that maybe, you felt just as happy around him as he felt around you.

It seemed that going grocery shopping, cooking, and eating icecream had taken its toll on you. Your eyes were practically falling shut every few seconds, yet you tried to stay awake as much as possible. Jungkook smiled at you, brushing some hair back before he moved your shoulder a bit. "Hey, bunny?" He asked, and you nodded, humming a noise of yes, you heard him. He chuckled. "You'll have to get up baby. I have to prepare the couch for you." Typically, it would be normal to give a guest the bed- if he was being a gentleman. But that was what he was being; because his couch was the most comfortable thing in his entire apartment for that matter. Yet maybe it was the sleep inside your bones making you drowsy, but you shook your head. "Hm?" He asks, and you suddenly move.

You shuffle around, suddenly hugging him tightly, head hidden in his chest as you rub your nose against the soft fabric of his shirt for a moment. "Don't wanna." You complain, and he swears he dies and gets ressurected all at once seven times in total at your next words. "Wanna sleep with 'koo." You drawl, and he knows he should not let you. You're not thinking clearly- but he can't deny you anything when you're like this, it seems. You've got him wrapped around your little finger, tightly, with no chance of escape.

So he gently picks you up after turning off the TV, bringing you to his bedroom, where he puts you on the bed, your tired form struggling to stay seated. He picks out a shirt of his to wear, and a pair of your shorts out of your backpack Taehyung has left for you. "Sweetheart, can you change for me?" He asks, and you simply let yourself playfully fall ontop of his mattress, making him sigh. You're going to be the death of me. "Oh really now?" He says, before he crawls over you, with the intention to tickle you a little awake- but he stops in his tracks. In fact, time seems to stop as well, as your eyes stare at him, so big and full of wonder he almost can't stop himself from looking at your lips.

But its you who shyly- and so quickly he almost doesnt catch it- pecks his lips before sneakily slipping out his grasp, taking your clothes with you into the bathroom, leaving him on the bed. He sits down, touching his lips for a second, absolutely unsure if he'd just experienced this, or if he had just had a fever dream of some sorts.

It's only when he notices you don't emerge from the bathroom, that he moves. He gently knocks at the wooden door, asking for you, but you don't answer. "I'm gonna open the door, okay?" He says, and does so seconds after, spotting you sitting on the tiled floor- now dressed in his sweater and your shorts, ready for bed. He notices however how you're hiding in the sweater- the hood covering your ears, while your hands shield your face. "Whats wrong?" He asks as he squats down in front of you, his hands gently pulling yours away from your face. You're not crying, thank god, but the look on your face speaks entire novels about how embarrassed you feel.

"M'sorry." You say, and pout, and he shakes his head.

"Don't be." He simply answers, helping you stand up after a moment. "Why do you feel bad?" He asks, and you shrug your shoulders.

"I just.." You start, but suddenly your eyes grow glossy. "I miss Taehyung-" You say, and Jungkook's heart drops for a moment. "-but I also don't wanna go home tomorrow." You finish, and Jungkook blinks twice, before he looks at you, confused. You didn't want to leave? Him? "I.. no, it's fi-"

"Say it." He demands- its not harsh, its not even loud, its almost just a whisper, tuneless words pressed out in a breath of air. "Don't keep it in- say it." He prompts you, and you swallow, not looking at him.

"I wanna stay with you." You say.

And he swears, the pain in his heart was the sweetest he'd ever felt.

The next day, after breakfast, Jungkook and you sit on his living room floor, him teaching you how to build a rubber powered plane- the one's he used to make as a kid. He'd kept a kit in his apartment back when he moved out of his family home but never got around to really use it. It was the perfect opportunity for you to enjoy the things you had missed out on in your life. He loved the way you so intensely watching his every move as he showed you how to put the pieces together. "And that's gonna fly?" You ask curiously, leaning over a bit as to get a better look at it.

"Hmhm." He says, holding it up, before giving it to you. "Here, turn this part until you can't anymore." He says, and you start twisting it for a while. "Don't worry, you can't break it." He says when you hesitate a little. He highly doubts you'll be able to snap the rubber band. "Tight?" He asks, checking, before he nods, standing up. "Lets go fly it outside!" He says, opening the glass door to the small backyard of his apartment. "And- Go!" he says, and you throw it just how he showed you minutes prior; letting it fly for a good moment before it landed.

"It flew!" You exclaimed happily, and he laughed as well, congratulating you as if you had just won a competition. He held you tightly to his body for a moment after you had jumped into his arms- and that was how you just stood there for a moment, simply existing, holding each other. For you, this was a moment of realizing that no, you're not alone. You're not useless, you're not just a pet, you're not just existing for someone's enjoyment. You had this one person at your side now, someone you could count on, someone to make you feel safe. And for him? Weirdly enough, he felt like the male lead of a romantic drama show- finally getting the happy ending he always craved in his life. He never knew what exactly he always wanted from his time here on earth. Was it success? Was it money? A big apartment, a nice home, a lot of friends? No, it was building a blanket fort with you in his living room. It was going to the grocery store with you, protecting you from big dogs that scared you, or holding you during the night. Every cheesy romantic thing he could imagine, now always featured you in his head; and it just, fit. It fit perfectly.

You fit into his life just perfectly.

It's later that day when Taehyung picks you up that he realizes that yes, he's positively in love with you. Because how can he not fall in love with those glistening eyes, hand waving goodbye for now because of course he can't just keep you like he wants to. There's paperwork involved, and your things need to be moved to his place- all of that needing to wait for social services to check his home, so that they can make sure he's really the right fit for you. It's then that he finally lets everything sink in, finally lets him think about what's going to happen, whats going to change.

And for the first time, he couldn't wait for it. He couldn't wait for things to change.

Jungkook baked you a small cake for your welcoming into his home- finally yours as well, as you hug Taehyung for the last time, the older friend waving before the door closes, Jungkooks arms instantly pulling your back into his chest. He leans his head down, kissing your shoulder, before he runs his sensitive lips over the so unbelievably soft fur of your ears. Three weeks had passed, yet to him it had felt like an entire year. Jungkook was sometimes impatient, and waiting had been pure torture for him. So now, as he was finally able to hold you again, he felt his entire stress vaporize into nothingness.

You giggled, before turning around, hugging him fully, and rubbing your face into his sweater, as if to get your scent onto him. Which was exactly your plan- after all, he was your human now, officially yours, so everyone should know that. The rumble in his chest that was his chuckle made you smile widely, grinning as you looked up at him, chin resting on his chest.

Oh may god have mercy on his soul!

He leaned downwards, finally capturing your lips with his, the first real long kiss to be shared between the two of you. Both of you melted into the sweet gesture, your ears falling down lazily as he showered you in affection; kisses to your nose, your cheeks, and your lips again. He continued until the corners of your eyes gathered tears from laughing so much.

This was how you were supposed to be. You were never supposed to cry because you were upset-

the only tears you should ever have to shed, should be tears of happiness.

(c) Bonny-Kookoo. Please do not translate, re-post or claim as your own. Thank you for reading- and please stay happy and healthy.

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First Class Types

Anonymous asked: What would the 1st class soldier boys look for or atleast be attracted to in a woman? I know soldiers like sephiroth and angeal would not get into relationships because of their job (which includes going on dangerous missions, staying away for a long time). But what if? They has a 'certain' type?

Pairing: Sephiroth x Reader / Genesis x Reader / Angeal x Reader / Zack x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: As soon as I saw this request in my ask box, I knew I had to answer it ASAP. I genuinely love analyzing characters, especially when it comes to love languages and behavioral aspects!! This was so much fun to write, and I added in Zack as a bonus 

Sephiroth

Sephiroth isn't necessarily interested in a relationship.

He would find them slightly... time consuming and kind of... worthless(?) at first

BUT, if he were to be interested in one, he probably would have a specific type unintentionally

Sephiroth would want someone who is quiet, just like him

Also, someone who isn't too needy because he more than likely won't be home often

He doesn't realize it, but his type would more than likely be someone who's shy and kind of independent

He isn't necessarily interested in taking care of someone, or someone taking care of him

It's similar to a type of business agreement in his eyes

Is he capable of loving? Of course

It's just the matter of opening up about everything and making himself vulnerable enough to show some more emotion.

It takes a lot of time together and lots of convincing and talking for Sephiroth to agree to a relationship

His type would be a shy but independent person, and someone he'd feel comfortable venting to

So that means you'd have to be a good listener!

And probably impervious... His stories and venting could get slightly intense and overwhelming

Sephiroth knows there's boundaries, but there are some instances where he slightly crosses it without realizing

Overall, he doesn't expect much when it comes to looks.

I mean, he is kind of the most odd looking one out there

He isn't necessarily interested in the color of your hair, your face shape, your eye color, all of that stuff

He just wants someone he can feel safe with

Genesis

Genesis definitely wants a significant other who is just like him

Extroverted, into literature and poetry, sassy

But he also wants someone who he can slightly depend on

Someone who is kind-hearted and socially aware, and probably a lot nicer than he can be

Genesis has a lot going on in his life

He's finding out all these secrets, he's fighting battles not worth fighting, he's feuding with Sephiroth

His depression is probably spiking at certain times

He needs someone who's patient and caring

He won't show his real self at first, he's quite hesitant with placing his trust in anyone

Much like Sephiroth, he needs to be slightly convinced that you're worth putting his trust in

After finding out what he is and what the scientists did to him, he knows he'll need someone who understands, whether or not you agree

He won't ask you to come with him or fight with him, he knows that you wouldn't agree with his methods

But he wants someone who will at least understand why he's angry

Realistically, Genesis will say "Looks don't matter," ...But they kind of do

He isn't necessarily going to reject someone if they don't fit what he wants, but he does have a preference

He'd want someone who's blond, maybe light-eyed, someone who looks similar to Minerva

But it isn't required

Especially after he opens his "book clubs"

After meeting different kinds of people, he opens up to mostly anything

Fortunately, this allows him to separated his love life from Loveless

Angeal

Out of the three SOLDIERs, Angeal is the most open to a relationship

Even though he doesn't have the time for it, that doesn't mean he's closed off towards the idea

Angeal is a natural care-taker, he enjoys taking care of someone.

Acts of service is 100% Angeal's love language

He's a sensitive and caring lover, someone who wants to love and feel loved

If Angeal falls in love with you, he will 100% be into it and do anything to keep you happy

For a significant other, he isn't picky.

All he asks for is that you're realistic and slightly independent as well

He won't be able to be with someone who is constantly needy or craving attention, because he's unsure if he'll be able to provide that

He doesn't want to dread a relationship, he wants to make a relationship a sacred place for him to be happy

He would also be interested in someone with the same kind of moral stance as him

Going off his “honors and dreams” speeches, he would want someone who upholds the same standards.

It’s important for him that the two of you are mutually understanding, as well as dependable on each other

When it comes to looks, Angeal isn’t interested 

He doesn’t care what you look like, because he knows that it all comes down to what’s inside 

He wants someone with a good heart

Zack

Zack loves anyone honestly

Out of all of the SOLDIERs, he’s the most open to a relationship.

Mostly because he enjoys having someone around

He likes being happy with other people

He likes being taken care of and he enjoys taking care of people

When it comes to Zack and a relationship, he wants to have a good time

He wants to be with someone who makes him laugh and someone who he can enjoy life with 

Expect a lot of hugs and kisses

He will definitely want someone who is clingy and craving attention, because he’s exactly the same

He’s clingy and attention-craving as well, he loves everything about his significant other

But honestly? If you were to be slightly distant and shy, he’d love that as well

Imagine it like a cat-dog relationship, you’re a cat that’s reluctant to opening up, Zack is an energetic puppy

He’d love encouraging you to open up, he’d love to help you and he’d be so happy when you finally open up completely for him

Looks absolutely don’t matter to Zack 

If anyone were to have no preferences, that would be Zack 

He’ll love anyone, someone who’s the scariest looking person out there, or the cutest 

Just as long as you can make him laugh, then you’re golden

Consider it puppy love, but he’ll love you until the end of days.

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Johnny x V scenarios that live rent free in my head

Johnny x V but Johnny’s jealous of the love interest when they flirt with V and he reminds V who they’re real boyfriend is. Even if he is just a construct.

Johnny x Male!V x Kerry but healthy and wholesome.

V wakes up before Konpeki and does everything in their power to save Jackie and Johnny. (Time travel❤️)

Johnny wakes up in 2020 after going with Alt beyond the black wall and somehow he’s in the past missing V. Only to later find out there’s a strange new solo that Rogue is complaining about because they keep taking her jobs. It’s V, very confused and lost in 2020 thinking Johnny doesn’t know them. Slow burn and a hella satisfy reunion( more time travel ❤️)

V find a way to survive and get Johnny a new body. It’s happily ever after but Johnny and V are a bit codependent and it’s a problem to everyone but them. They become a dynamic duo in the merc community but Rogue just sees a very competent V and a very needy Johnny following V around like a lost puppy trying to keep them alive. V’s friends think they should have alone time away from Johnny and V’s just sitting in Johnny’s lap like “ if I could crawl into Johnny’s chest and stay there warmed by his blood and meat, I would” Johnny shrugs and V’s friends are creeped out. (Did I mention my V Headcanon is full goblin Trash child. Kinda aloof but chaotic gremlin.)

Alternatively the real dynamic that only Johnny and V ( and probably Misty, Vic, Jackie, and Mama Welles) is that of chaotic goblin throwing themself into danger and reluctant rocker boy just trying to keep his goblin alive.

Alive Johnny being really antagonist to Judy, River, and Panam (Kerry’s fine). V being oblivious and being like they’re my friends and Johnny being like “uh huh, friends that want in your pants.”

Johnny being really obvious about his love for V but too shy to just say it out right and V being a dumby and being like “I wish Johnny loved me back” and everyone else face palming.

Johnny x V x Kerry daddy kink lol and sugar baby!V

Johnny x V x Kerry x Takemura

Agender!V/ trans!V having gender dysphoria and Johnny comforting them

Johnny being a clean freak, surprisingly, because of covid and quarantine in 2020 and having to live In the head of a goblin that eats day old pizza off the floor. V thinks plates are overrated. Johnny being like “back in my day...” about COVID and V being like disease are so 2020, old man.

V and Johnny fighting constantly to the point where everyone thinks they hate one another and turns out they’re married/in a relationship and have a dog (Rottweiler or pit bull or boxer) and a cat ( Nibbles) no one but misty and Jackie know among v’s friends and Kerry and Rogue are so over these two little shit old couple bickering.

V and Johnny survive but there minds merge to the point where they can’t tell where one ends and the other begins but the love eachothers so they love their new self. It’s like Garnet in Steven Universe. (They are their fury, they are their patience, they are a conversation) They’re V Silverhand. And not long after they merge V goes to Vic and gets their hand (only their hand not their arm) replaced with a silver one.

Angsty one where Arasaka rip Johnny’s construct out of V’s head and tortures V but Takemura helps Johnny get a new body so they can save V. Main focus is the healing and love and comfort that comes after. V going to therapy. Arasaka really did a number on V so V’s like selectively Mute or needs a lot of physical therapy also. V feeling like a burden and Johnny and all of V’s friends being loving and supportive and reassuring. (Either Takemura dies to help get V and Johnny to safety OR Johnny and Takemura become reluctant friends and then it’s either Takemura watching these two idiots be gross and cute and shit or Johnny x V x Takemura)

Just any sad V content with fluff and comfort.

Wholesome living established relationship content.

That’s it that’s the post

#johnny silverhand #V #Johnny x V #v x johnny #johnny silverhand x v #cute little fic ideas #again I need a new hobby so I might write these #but also don’t hold your breath #that said if you wanna write one #PLEASE DO #cyberpunk 2077