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jack-o-phantom · 7 months

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Two guardians up for hire

#theharedraws #stone guardians au #gargoyle au #fnaf sb au #fnaf dca au #SG sun #SG moon

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spamgyu · 4 months

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COLLEGE!Mingyu drabble - hairties and phone numbers

another installation to the college!mingyu au no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable

kind of obsessed with the thought of oc's dad loving mingyu and wanting them together.

Her and her roommate rarely locked their door.

In fact, most on their floor rarely did as well — some even leaving their dorm room door wide open a majority of the time, allowing for guests to come in and out when they please.

They put way too much trust on one another...

"You got a hair tie?" He barged in, making a bee-line to her desk.

Looking up from her laptop, she watched as he rummaged through her belongings as she sat on her bed. He had a habit of making himself feel quite at home in her and her roommate's shared space.

"Hi, Mingyu. Hello, I'm doing fine. Thanks for asking" She rolled her eyes.

She had given up telling him off, opting to use sarcasm instead.

She had invited him in one time... One damn time, to help him with his paper and since then, he had made himself a regular in her room. Most of the time, he stopped by for useless reasons.

Just the other day, he had come in whilst she was busy plucking her eyebrows, only to turn off the lamp and scurrying away with a mischievous giggle.

He was always up to no good.

"Hi y/n." He paused his search with a sigh, as if she was the one bothering him. "Do you have a hair tie?"

Holding her arm up, he zeroed in on the black elastic around her wrist. "Thanks!" Mingyu smiled, slipping it off of her.

He pulled half of his hair up atop his head, securing it with the newly borrowed hair tie. "Looks okay?" He faced her.

Y/n snorted, grabbing her phone and pointing at him. "Smile."

Mingyu forced a smile out, like a five year old who just learned how to show off their teeth.

"You look like a toddler." She laughed, showing him the image she had just taken.

Mingyu chuckled, tucking the other strands he wasn't able to gather, behind his ears. "Send this to me."

Within seconds, the phone in his pocket buzzed – pulling it out to save the image. "Instagram dm's fucked up the quality." He frowned.

"Give me your number."

"You want my number?" He wiggled his brows.

"To send it, doofus." Y/n countered, giving him a look.

"I knew you always had the hots for me."

"I need you to look in the mirror and say that again."

Craning his neck to catch a glimpse of himself on the mirror hanging by her door, Mingyu let out a laugh. He looked absolutely ridiculous; wearing faded sweats, an ill-fitting puffer vest that he had stolen from his dad closet, and socks with his Birkenstock clogs.

"I think I look fine." He shrugged, going back to looking down on his phone.

hi it's mingyu

Y/n looked at the message from the unknown number, snorting. "You have my number?"

"Your dad gave it to me."

"Of course he did."

Her dad had hounded her numerously in regards to her finding a boyfriend, claiming that it was another man's turn to spoil her and treat her well.

And he knew just the right guy for the job.

He was not giving up on his dreams of making Mingyu a part of their family.

#inconsisten au.... but why am i kinda obsessed with this mingyu #literally no story line except mingyu just being cute and oc's dad wanting them together #spam drabbles #sg: mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu scenarios

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dat-lil-shark · 19 days

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Transformer Shattered Glass as Cinderrella

This is the Cursed randome doodle from the poll a few days ago

Keep in mind that this is the shattered glass verse

I've Seriously thought about giving them dresses, but one of my mutuals pointed a gun at me to stop me from making it more cursed, so I didn't

But if yall want to see it comment it and I promise I will draw it

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goldenseresinretriever · 2 months

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One Man’s Trash

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

This oneshot is a companion to the fic, “Snitches Get Stitches” but can be read alone.

Summary: You and Jake consider growing your family

CW: 18+ ONLY, fluff, angst, discussions of having kids and parenting. No use of Y/N.

A/N: Wishing the happiest happiest birthday to @fanficfandomlove 🥰 Nat!!! I love you so much, I hope you enjoy your present~

“Bunny come on, just consider it.”

“Jake Seresin,” you place your hands on your hips and try your best to keep a stern expression on your face as your boyfriend gives you puppy eyes rivaling those of the actual dogs on the screen in front of him. This discussion has been occurring more and more often and you’re starting to feel your resolve slipping. Jake wants another dog. With you so early on in your career, you’d expressed your desire to wait to get married and have kids until you’ve had time to get your feet under yourself, and Jake, ever the respectful partner, had supported and agreed with your decision. An unforeseen side effect, however, was that instead of baby fever, your boyfriend has come down with a severe case of puppy fever. He spent every spare moment looking at shelter websites and showing you photo after adorable photo of puppies up for adoption.

It’s not that you don’t want another dog. You love Pudding but she’s always going to feel like Jake’s dog, no matter how much the two of you love each other, to the point that Jake constantly complains that she likes you more than him. And the house is more than capable of housing another pup. Even with its single-floor layout, the backyard is open to the beach and it's perfect for a dog. And yet despite all that, you can’t help the guilt that gnaws at your heart at the idea of leaving yet another dog at home when you and your boyfriend are busy jetting around the continent for work, sometimes for weeks at a time. Sure, right now you had an ideal situation with your parents being empty nesters just two hours away in Anaheim, and more than willing to babysit Pudding while the two of you were out of town, but that was an arrangement formed out of necessity. Willingly bringing another dog into your anything-but-consistent lifestyle made you feel like a bad parent. It was another reason you were holding off on kids. Jake, of course, who was more used to this lifestyle didn’t feel that same guilt the way you did and he’d even gone so far as to bring it up when you were at your parents’ house for dinner last. Your parents enthusiastically expressed their support and willingness to take care of yet another dog should you choose to get one. You know part of that is due to the fact that your parents have decided that despite being their youngest child, you’re likely going to be the source of their first grandchild. They want to be as supportive of your and Jake’s relationship as possible to get to that point since Charlie is married to his job and Tucker’s currently single and busy with his career.

You watch Jake’s brow furrow and feel a different stab of guilt in your chest. You don’t mean to be so cold to him but you just want him to consider your point of view and reservations. The smart thing to do would be to wait until the off-season at least before taking on a new member of your family, but he’s insatiable. “Fine, Bugs,” he says and you feel your heart squeeze at the coldness in his tone. He closes the laptop and gets up from the counter. You feel frustrated tears making your nose tight. You don’t want to fight with Jake but he can just be so damn stubborn sometimes, and while it’s one of your favorite qualities in him, it’s also been a point of contention in your relationship.

You’re left alone in the kitchen, fighting back the tears until a wet nose presses into your hand and you look down, blinking past the tears to smile at Pudding, who’s gazing up at you with concern in her honey eyes. You squat down and wrap your arms around her fluffy neck, burying your face in her fur as the tears escape. She nuzzles you gently, placing a paw on your bent knee, whining softly in concern. When your tears finally stop, you decide to take some space to breathe and grab your keys and Pudding’s leash. You load her into the back seat of your new SUV. Your heart aches at the memory of Jake surprising you with it for your birthday. He’d been chiding you about getting a new car longer than you'd been dating but you’d been hesitant to spend the money, so after a careful line of questioning and a few times he’d been able to coax you to test drive some cars for the hell of it, he’d surprised you with the forest green SUV that was bigger than you needed but Jake insisted it was a safer option than a car.

You feel your heart pinch again as you drive to the nearest dog park, wishing Jake was with you. Going to the dog park as a little family was one of your favorite things to do on your precious days off and you can’t help but feel his absence like a dull ache in your chest. You hate fighting with Jake. By the time you get to the park, you’re ready to turn right back around and go home but you can tell that Pudding’s excited even if she can tell that something’s wrong.

You manage to play for about an hour or so before wrapping up with a long walk around the park and heading home as the sun begins to sink below the horizon. Jake’s not home when you return and your heart sinks. You’re eager to set things right with him, but you force yourself to cook dinner, leaving some out for him, before climbing in the shower. The tears come again, then, at the idea that Jake may not be coming home tonight. Your shoulders shake with sobs as the shower water mixes with your tears. When you finally leave the shower, the water has long since run cold and you get dressed for bed in a daze, exhaustion sitting heavy on your bones.

When you pad out of the bathroom, however, your heart lifts at the sight of Jake sitting in bed, reading whatever coach’s biography he was currently working through. He doesn’t seem to have noticed your presence, that or he’s ignoring you, and if that’s the case you can’t take it. You approach the bed cautiously, climbing in, and Jake starts, “Hey Bunny, how was your sh-“ he’s cut off as you scoot across the bed at lightning speed and curl against his side, inhaling his scent and letting it ground you even as you shudder against him. “Bunny? What’s going on, sweetheart?” He puts the book down, his full attention on you as you don’t answer, and simply curl closer. Jake pulls his arm free from under you and wraps it around your shoulder and you feel your body relax into his touch.

“I’m sorry, Jake.” You blurt and hate the way it sounds wet and weepy as your tears flow once again. He stiffens underneath you and then his other hand reaches for your chin, guiding your face up to his so he can see the tears coursing down your cheeks, alarm in his eyes.

“Sorry for what? Bunny, what’s going on?” You blink, surprise stopping your tears as confusion takes over.

“For earlier, about the dog,” you blubber tearfully. “I hate fighting with you and I should have been more patient-“

“Fighting with me? Bunny, I’m not mad at you,” he says, surprise lighting his eyes flecked with pain. “Was I frustrated in the moment? Yes, but I’m not mad at you sweet girl, I could never be mad at you over something like that.” You blink up at him.

“Then where did you go? You were gone so long I thought you weren’t coming home tonight,” his eyes widen and he wraps his other arm around you, pulling you closer.

“Oh Bunny, I told you this morning I was golfing with the guys this afternoon and we’d probably do drinks after.” You’d completely forgotten about that. “I figured you and Pudding went out to have a girls’ day, I didn’t realize you were upset or I wouldn’t have gone, I’m sorry.” You shake your head against his chest.

“No, I’m sorry, I should have articulated better and not just assumed you were angry at me. And I really am sorry Jake, about telling you no about the puppy. It’s been just as hard for me as it has been for you.” You pause and Jake seems to know you have more to say so he waits patiently. “I haven’t been fair to you. I know I’m asking a lot to wait before we have kids, and you’ve been so respectful of that. And I know this is a natural compromise but I can’t help but think about how irresponsible it feels right now and… it makes me feel like a bad mom.” Your voice gets softer at the end but you know he heard you as he pulls back so he can look you in the eye.

“Bunny, first I want you to know that you should never feel guilty about wanting to wait to have kids. You’re right, neither of us are ready for that right now. I’m lucky enough to have a girlfriend that travels with me to my games, if I had to trade that for kids? I’d pick you every time. Kids can wait, I want to enjoy you, just you, for a little bit longer. Second, I know you just want what’s best for us and this puppy, and I know I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on you to make this happen sooner rather than later and I’m sorry. I know you’re right about waiting until the off-season and I’m sorry I haven’t been receptive.” He leans in to press a kiss between your eyes. “Third, you’re not a bad mom. You never will be, not when you care this much. You’re not impulsive, you’re level-headed and you care so much it hurts you. You’re such a good mom to Pudding and you’re going to be the perfect mom to our future puppy and kids.”

You sniffle, leaning back down to lay your head on Jake’s chest. “I really do want a puppy, you know? I want to raise them together, and I don’t want to miss a single second of it, which is why I want to wait. So know that as much as you want to get one as soon as possible, so do I, the timing just isn’t right right now.” Jake nods above you.

“I know, sweet girl.” He kisses the top of your head. “You know I love you, don’t you?” You nod.

“I know, and I love you too, Jake.”

“That’s my girl. We’re a team, even when we disagree, remember that. And we’re not going to make any decisions for this team without agreeing about it first, okay?” You nod again and he eases the two of you down to lay down in bed, reaching over to turn off the lamp.

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Two weeks later, you’re running late. You’re supposed to be meeting Jake and the rest of the team at a restaurant downtown now that the game in Anaheim is over. You would have driven up with Jake but you had some things to finish up in San Diego before the game against the Ducks that evening in Anaheim. The guys had decided to drive to the game instead of taking the jet since it’s basically local and they were anxious to spend a day at home after a long road trip even if they had one last road game before the next stretch in San Diego. You’re wrapping up the last of your preparations, Pudding at your side. She doesn't usually attend away games but your parents came to the game and brought her so she can come home with you and Jake after almost two weeks apart. Jake had offered to take Pudding with him but she’d been glued to your side to his dismay. Now she’s waiting patiently as you load up your gear and various forgotten articles you’d found during a final sweep of the locker room. You swing the trunk shut, ready to be on your way.

You turn to Pudding but she’s nowhere in sight and you panic suddenly, turning to look around the deserted parking garage in fear as you call out for her. You hear a yip in response and follow the sound to a large dumpster in one corner of the garage. Pudding’s jumped on top, balancing on the one open lid, and she’s digging around inside, a distressed whine coming from her as you approach. You’re confused. While you and Pudding have become quite close, you haven’t quite managed to grasp the meaning of all her various noises.

“Pud, what’s wrong, honey?” You ask tentatively as he just whines louder and digs more. You approach the dumpster, trying to see what she’s so upset over. Those aren’t her hungry noises, you know that. When you get closer, she grabs your sleeve with her teeth, dragging you even closer and your brow furrows in concern. Something’s definitely wrong. When Pudding realizes you don’t understand, she huffs before jumping into the trash and you let out a yell of surprise. She digs around in the trash and before you can shout at her to get out her head disappears under the trash. You start calling for her frantically, considering whether you should climb in after her when she starts to resurface and that’s when you hear it. It’s weak and muffled but the whimpers are clear as day once you catch the sound. Pudding’s head comes back up and clutched gently in her teeth is the scruff of a puppy. You let out a cry of surprise as you reach out instantly and Pudding gives you a knowing look before passing you the puppy.

He’s skinny, too skinny and there are cuts and tiny sores on his grayish blue body but you recognize him to be a pitbull puppy and his distressed whimpers and whines tell you he’s terrified. You pull him close, curling around him protectively as Pudding pulls herself out of the dumpster and jumps down next to you. You give him a basic once-over before calling to Pudding and heading to the car. He needs to go to the vet for a proper checkup but from what you can tell, he’s okay.

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You’re pacing around the exam room. The vet’s cleared the little puppy and prescribed him some medicine to help with the sores. Pudding has climbed up on the exam table and is licking at the tiny puppy lovingly, and he seems to be comfortable with her if not still very anxious. You don’t blame him, it’s a new place with new people and he was abandoned in a dumpster before this. He lets out a little whine and you stop your pacing, making your way over to the two dogs, squatting so you’re eye-level with them before smiling at the little guy. You reach out a hand to stroke his tiny head and he licks your fingers as you giggle. Your heart clenches as you spot the dark patch on his chest that looks a little like a heart.

You’re enjoying the moment when Jake bursts through the door to the room, worry on his face. He turns to you instantly.

“Is she okay, what happened?” You’d texted him letting him know you’d be late or possibly miss dinner due to an emergency trip to the vet. You stand up, giving him a shy smile as you gesture to the little pup curled under Pudding’s chin.

“Meet Taz,” you whisper and he whips his head around in confusion until his eyes find the little gray bundle, widening in surprise. He squats down then, reaching a tentative finger out to stroke Taz’s tiny head.

“Hey there little buddy,” he whispers softly and Taz rubs up against his hand. Jake’s face breaks into a grin and scratches behind his ears gently. “Where’d you find this little angel?” Jake asks, turning to look up at you. You shake your head.

“I didn’t, Pudding did. He was buried in a dumpster in the Ducks’ parking garage. Pain passes across Jake’s face as he turns back to the dogs, reaching his other hand to scratch Pudding’s head.

“Good girl, you did so good,” he praises and you can’t help the smile that creeps up your cheeks. “You’re ready to be big sister, huh?” He asks, turning back to you. “So, Taz?” There’s more than one question in his eye and you nod.

“Like the Tasmanian Devil, since we’re already Bugs and Lola.” You shrug as he grins. “I know we talked about waiting, but I feel like we found him for a reason,” you give him a nervous look, “if you’re ready that is?” Jake’s eyes soften, leaning down to kiss Taz’s little head before standing to wrap you in his arms, kissing your head next.

“I’m ready if you are, Bunny.” You nod against his chest.

“I think I am,” you smile and pull back to see Jake smiling too.

“Then I guess our family’s growing by one,” he says, reaching down to scoop up Taz as he ruffles Pudding’s fur with his other hand, his arm looped around you, and you curl against his side, smiling contentedly.

The door to the exam room opens and the doctor walks in, smiling. “You must be Dad, what’s the verdict?” She looks excitedly between the two of you and you smile, leaning back against Jake as he presses another kiss to your head shamelessly.

“We’re keeping him,” Jake confirms and she grins at him, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Congratulations! I’m having my nurses draw up some paperwork and then we can talk about whether you want to get his preliminary vaccinations taken care of today or if you want to wait to take him to your family vet.”

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That night you’re exhausted by the time you get home. Jake stopped by the pet store to grab some necessities for Taz while you took the puppies home. You left Taz in Pudding’s care while you hopped in the shower. When you pad back into the living room, Jake’s sitting on the floor next to a smaller dog bed he’s placed right by Pudding’s that Taz is currently exploring while Jake watches. You walk up behind him, pressing your legs to his back.

“Hey, did you get everything?” Jake nods, tilting his head back to look up at you. You return his fond smile as you sit down next to him and Taz nervously trots over to you and you scoop him up, nuzzling him against your cheek.

“Hi, sweet boy, are you getting all settled in?” You coo softly and you can feel Jake watching. He places a kiss to the part of your shoulder that’s bared by his shirt being too big on you.

“See Bunny? You’re not a bad mom.” He whispers against your skin and you feel your heart squeeze. “Thank you,” he says then you turn to look at him, pulling Taz against your chest where he snuggles in.

“For what?” You ask as Jake lays his forehead against yours.

“For growing this family of ours, and for bringing us something that’s truly ours equally.”

“Well it didn’t seem fair that you’re outnumbered by the girls in your own home,” you tease and he bumps his nose against yours playfully.

“Something tells me he’s going to be a momma’s boy and then you’ll all still outnumber me anyway,” you giggle at that.

“Well if it makes you feel better, I think Pudding has the two of us beat for favorite,” you point out as Taz wiggles out of your grip as Pudding comes over to lie on her bed and then he’s attempting to climb onto it beside her. She watches for a few moments before giving in and reaching over to grip the scruff of his neck between her teeth gently and lifting him up onto the bed. He immediately snuggles up against her and she nuzzles his tiny head with her nose.

You see Jake watching them with a fond look in his eye and lean over to kiss his cheek. “You’re my favorite, though. Always will be.” He smiles at that.

“You’re my favorite too, Bunny.” The two of you watch as the puppies snuggle up next to each other and you swear you feel your heart grow a size bigger as your family does too.

A/N: I hope y’all enjoyed seeing Jake and Bugs again and welcoming baby Taz to the Seresin family 🥹💚 (I’m still on vacation at this point, it’s a scheduled post, hope y’all are doing well!)

#snitches get stitches // sdd #sgs // sdd #san diego dogfighters #san diego dogfighters au #san diego dogfighters hockey au #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #Jake Seresin #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #Jake hangman Seresin #hangman x reader #hangman x you #no use of y/n

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saffron-gold-stardust · 5 months

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Was thinking about Helios and Corvus again… I honestly dunno what this is but I looooove the faces. And part of it was thinking about slight changes I could make to Helios’ design heehoo

Corvus wants to be cared for and loved and forget about The Horrors XTale’s Destruction and Helios is more than happy to indulge him. As long as he never tries to remember again.

#utmv #undertale au #undertale #sourcream ship #swapdream #swapdream cross #sgs!swapverse #corvus and helios #cross x dream #sorta #i post them so infrequently but their dynamic is always so intriguing when i draw it

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reydelcastill0 · 6 months

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Bumblebee!

Making his alt colors design was extremely hard and I kinda wanted to add rosettes like a leopard but he came out pretty good without them!

His patterns are probably gonna change over time Im like, not the happiest with them but oh well!

Anyways some design info:

His head piece is a horn! Like a parasaurolophus!

He was originally going to be bipedal yanno? A pair of hind legs and wings instead of arms (think Stormfly), but then I decided

That in this AU, racecars (Smokescreen, Knockout, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Vehicons) are gonna have a similar shape. Noticeable differences obviously, but they're going to be slim, four-legged and two-winged

So im basically setting dragon shapes to frame types

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orbital-inclination · 6 months

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this boy has been hiding in my wip folder (and in my brain) forever! the tiger is out, OUT. he is free! This is Sabon! Kalluno/Wolf's displaced brother. tentative notes/spoilers under cut: because Sabon hasn't appeared in the narrative yet, all this is subject to change/adjustment.

15% Papyrus 30% Swap 55% Blaster 100% tall (once grown up) he will his horns stuck in low hanging tree branches

Age - yet to be determined

Built for running and making sharp turns mid-sprint.

"Pursuit predator"

Would rather nap than run.

Well rounded stats. low stamina.

can't climb that well.

all about wearing loose fitting comfortable clothes.

"if i fits i sits" applies regardless of his age or current form.

Secret cinnamon bun

Shy Bean

Generally as devoted to his brother's happiness as you would expect an US!Papyrus to be

#Schrodinger's Gate #SG!AU #papyrus #blaster!papyrus #utmv au #gaster blaster papyrus #gaster blaster #undertale au #undertale oc #undertale #my art

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himbo-in-limbo · 6 months

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More FNAFsb oc stuff! I haven’t drawn my beauty tech oc in a while….

So I doodled em hanging out with their bestie ♥️🥹

Also! I wish I could rename the whole fnaf1 comic series bc this “sona” of mine just feels like an oc at this point 😭

I think it’d be cute that (let’s say they managed to survive) they’d have a kid n then that kid in the future lands a job at the new pizza plex!

Even more funny if that (let’s call mom Sonya!) got hired to work as a day shift security guard!

Man…now I’m tempted to draw Sonya reacting to all the Glamrocks bc of how much their tech has improved…..

#my art #digital art #digital illustration #fanart #my oc #original design #original character #fnaf au #fnafsb au #glamrock bonnie #fnafsb oc #since ppl call fnaf 1 guard SG I was thinking Sonya Gonzalez as their full name

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jack-o-phantom · 6 months

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Possible redesigns of the guards!

Since they haven't done much in the past hundred years, im guessing they're pretty dusty in the creaks, poor Y/n has to deal with two large cats who see y/n as a toy

#theharedraws #stone guardians au #gargoyle au #fnaf sb au #cockatrice insert #y/n #doodles #SG sun #SG moon #SG y/n #fnaf au #I imagine a boss fight with them is like a fromsoft game #bloodborne and large sword with all #I might doodle that next

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appropriatelystupid · 1 year

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AU where Lena has a long lost twin sister, the memory of whom she suppressed along with her magic

imagining that it went like this:

their mother drowned while trying to save morgan, who was caught by a rip current and ended up too far from lena to be found together

when lionel came to collect lena, morgan was still missing and presumed lost with her mother (she was actually just a few towns over but was too traumatized to say anything about a sister until it's too late)

#sg au #lena luthor #morgana #katie mcgrath #supergirl #year and a half later and i'm still looking for a better intro for lena having magic #so many options that are better than what they actually did for it #this one is probably getting added to the au ideas list because my brain is digging it #(if you saw the first version of this no you didn't... i just wasn't vibing with how many times i ended up using 'come' (non sexually))

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pingkidiw · 8 months

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ageswap highschool au

mr. kageyama is too underpaid to deal with these mfs

#mp100 #serizawa katsuya #reigen arataka #ekubo #yoshioka mamoru #sg ekubo #roshuto dozen #shigeo kageyama #ageswap au #highschool au #ageswap highschool au #my art btw

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missowo · 3 months

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Soulgrave!!! this au is hecking interesting, so why not I make some fanart of it!!

Soulgrave by @deltarune-au-domain

#noelle #noelle holiday #deltarune #deltarune au #au #soulgrave au #alternate universe #DO IT NOW SG!NOELLE DO IT.#fanart #dt

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goldenseresinretriever · 4 months

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Daddy’s Queen

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

This oneshot is a companion to the fic, “Snitches Get Stitches” but can be read alone.

Summary: Jake wants you to participate in a family tradition.

CW: 18+ ONLY, fluff, smut, swearing, suggestive language, oral sex (m!receiving) No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This was written as a part of @sailor-aviator ‘s Christmas Writing Challenge!

“Jake we’re going to be late!” You call from the bathroom where you’re currently drying your hair, still wrapped in a towel.

“We’re just waiting on you, Bunny.” He says, entering the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe to look at you. Once upon a time, you’d shy under his gaze at you in so little but this may as well be a part of your routine every morning. Today, however, you really don’t have time for him to bend you over the bathroom counter.

That thought leaves your mind as you turn to see what he’s wearing. You snort out a laugh, almost dropping the end of your towel. “Jake, what IS that sweater?” He looks down at it innocently.

“I wear this every year to the holiday party, Bunny.” Your eyes bug out at the cavalier admission. Jake’s sweater is green with bright red letters across the front that spell out “Daddy” lined with obnoxious golden trim around them. You’re about to ask exactly whose daddy he thinks he is when Pudding appears in the doorway in a matching sweater that reads “Daddy’s Princess” and you can’t help the way your heart aches fondly at the sight of them.

“Okay, it makes more sense now that I’ve seen Princess P.” You admit as you cross over to the walk-in closet to get dressed. Jake remains respectfully in the doorway, giving you privacy as you put on your underclothes and pull on his favorite pair of jeans, searching for a sweater to go with it. Just as you’ve selected one that you think will match Jake’s enough, he enters the closet, shaking his head gently as he plucks the sweater from your hand and returns it to the rack, reaching over your head to his row.

“Not so fast, Bunny, did you really think we’d leave you out?” He hands you another sweater that matches his and Pudding’s, with the words “Daddy’s Queen” emblazoned across the front. You can’t help the snort that escapes your lips.

“You can’t be serious.” You raise an eyebrow at him as he hands you the sweater and you take it hesitantly.

“As the grave, sweetheart.” He says, a soft smile on his face. “It’s our first Christmas as a family, I want you to join in on the traditions.”

“Your Christmas tradition is being called Daddy…?” He shrugs nonchalantly, his smile twisting into a playful smirk.

“I mean, if you insist.” He’s full-on grinning now and you swat at his chest, laughing as you pull on the matching sweater. You roll your eyes at his antics as you pose in the sweater.

“What do you think? Do I look like a queen?” You give him a little spin and he chuckles softly as you gaze back at him over your shoulder.

“A spitting image, Bunny. You look absolutely beautiful.” You scoff at his sweet words.

“Jake I’m wearing an ugly, and dare I say itchy, Christmas sweater, there’s no way I look beautiful. I look ridiculous at best.” He makes a show of scrutinizing you before he shakes his head, holding out a hand to you, leading you into his arms without hesitation where he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Nope, you look positively beautiful to me; radiant, a goddess amongst men.” You snuggle against the itchy fabric on his chest, content to soak in the love radiating off your boyfriend.

“Jake, we’re going to be late.” You whine with absolutely no bite, making no move to escape his warm embrace. You’re almost disappointed at the idea of having to leave the comfort of your shared home to socialize with your friends and colleagues for the next few hours.

“A queen is never late, everyone else is simply early.” You giggle as he quotes the Princess Diaries into your hair, pressing another kiss there. He’s just about convinced you to linger a moment longer when the beeping of the oven yanks you back into the present.

“The cookies!” You yelp as you disentangle yourself from Jake’s arms and sprint towards the kitchen, slipping along in your socked feet. Jake and Pudding follow behind you and Jake swoops in to take the tray out of the oven. You scrutinize them as he replaces the oven mitts before joining you. “What do you think? Do we have winners?”

“I’ve never lost a cookie contest with Meemaw’s recipe, Bunny, and I don’t intend to start this year.” The two of you had spent the morning whipping up a batch of Jake’s meemaw’s famous Christmas cookies to take to the Christmas party at Mav’s house. Everyone had been instructed to bring cookies that would be judged until the best Christmas cookies were identified. “Your majesty, who would you deem our greatest competition?” Jake asks as he starts fishing around for a Tupperware big enough to house the army of cookies while they cool.

“Are you kidding? Mickey and Bob, easily. Do you remember the tamales Mickey brought to Thanksgiving? I think I cried actual tears. That man has a gift.” Jake groans as he produces a huge Tupperware from a cabinet.

“Fuck, I almost forgot about those. Imagine if Mickey’s Abuelita and Meemaw met up? I think that would be death by a home-cooked meal.” Jake has a faraway look in his eyes and you can’t help but indulge the fantasy.

“Where does she live? I’ll buy the tickets.” You sigh before turning back to your cookie inspection. “Is Javy a good cook? He’s from NOLA, right? Surely he has to be.”

“He’s not bad with the microwave if that’s what you mean.” Jake snorts and you gape at him. He shrugs. “Momma Machado? A fabulous cook. His aunts, his grandmother? Excellent, you would weep. Hell, I’m sure even his sisters are incredible cooks, but Javy? The man could burn water. He got spoiled rotten by all that good cooking growing up so he never bothered learning.”

“Why am I not surprised?” You giggle as you pick at one of the uglier cookies, pinching off a bit and groaning as you drop it onto your tongue. “Oh Jake, these are positively sinful.”

“Oh, I don’t think they’re the only thing that are positively sinful.” He smirks, leaning against the counter across from you. You roll your eyes, going to him as if drawn by a magnet. You hold up your crumb-covered fingers to his lips and giggle as he wraps his tongue around the digits, cleaning them, his eyes darkening with a promise for later. You shiver slightly and go to step back before Jake’s arms trap you, pulling you against his chest. “Now where do you think you’re going, your majesty?” His eyes glint with lust as you sigh, trying desperately not to give in to him.

“I’m going to the Christmas party. You coming, Daddy?” You cock your head, pouting up at him slightly and you watch his cocky expression fall in shock at the title and you squirm free of his hold as it falters, sprinting for the flat closet to grab your shoes. You hear heavy footfalls behind you and squeal as Jake’s arms wrap around your middle, swinging you up into his arms. You thrash around, laughing as he buries his face in your neck, peppering it with kisses.

“Oh I’m coming, your majesty. But you’re going to have to do something for me first since you created yourself a little problem.” He gives you a pointed look and you glance down at the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

“Nothing small about that problem, Daddy.” You say coyly, trapping your lower lip between your teeth as Jake groans and you watch his cock twitch under the taut material. “We’re going to be late.” You reiterate and Jake just presses his forehead to your temple, groaning again.

“Bunny, you’re killing me.”

You coo softly at his plight and stroke his cheek gently. “Just let your queen take care of you.” You slip out of his arms as he places you safely back down on the floor and you slip down to your knees on the hardwood, gazing up at him through your lashes. Later you’ll be able to take all the time you want but for now, you’ll have to be quick. Thankfully Jake’s already painfully hard when you slip him out of his jeans. You coo gently at the sight of the angry red tip that’s leaking precum before licking a generous stripe up his length. You roll up the sleeves of your sweater before spitting into your palm and using your hands to spread the slick over his shaft. “Jake?” You ask softly and he cracks open his squeezed eyes and you could melt at the love in them. “Try not to mess my hair up too bad, okay?” He chuckles as he brings a strong hand to cup your cheek gently.

“I’ll do my best, Bunny.” You get right to it then, once again reminded of how late you’re about to be, taking him as best you can, bobbing your head around his swollen shaft as best you can as you try to relax your throat to take him deeper. Jake groans above you, his hand on your cheek sliding into your hair, guiding your head where he needs you. You feel saliva and drool pooling at the corners of your lips and panic at the thought of it dribbling onto your new sweater but Jake’s one step ahead of you, his other hand coming to catch the slick from falling. You give him the best appreciative look you can manage with your mouth full of him that he returns with a soft smile glowing with love before you hollow your cheeks, sucking at his length and he hisses at the pressure. You can feel him starting to twitch in your mouth and you keep up your ministrations until he’s spilling down your throat. You pull off his length, cleaning him up with gentle licks doing your best not to overstimulate him. When you finish, you lay your cheek against his jean-clad thigh, blinking up at him, a sated look on your face mirroring him.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.” You murmur and Jake strokes your pink cheeks as he gazes down at you with a look of pure adoration.

“Merry Christmas, my queen.”

***

Jake helps you get cleaned up and thankfully your sweater remains unscathed even if Jake has to change his jeans due to him sacrificing them to wide your drool on. You pack up the cookies while he gets changed and when he comes back you hand him the box, snagging his keys and dancing ahead to the garage. “I’m driving!” You declare as you make your way to the truck. Jake deposits the cookies safely in the passenger seat as you help Pudding into the back before coming back around to swing you into the driver’s seat.

“A queen on her throne.” He remarks playfully as he buckles you.

“I prefer my other throne.” You toss back coyly and he gives you a look that promises that you’ll spend plenty of time on it later that night before going back to the other side of the truck.

“You better start driving or we’re going to be more than just late.” He remarks as you pull out of the driveway.

“Whatever you say, Daddy.” You chirp and you hear him groan next to you as you giggle.