#lo's cat corner

[teddybeartoji]

toji is a cat dad. the cat looks so fucking tiny next to him that it's a little comical actually. they spend every morning together – the cat twirls around and between his legs as he's grabbing the food, quietly meowing and purring. toji smiles softly to himself at the little thing's neediness. so cute.

the cat also just loves to follow toji around the apartment. always. he goes to the bathroom? the cat goes to the bathroom. he's cooking in the kitchen? the cat is in the kitchen. he's asleep in the bed? the cat is in the bed. (big man toji stomping around the house with the smallest cat in the world running after him.......... guys i'm melting i'm dying)

ok but he was a little weirded out by the cat's need to be in the bathroom with him lmao. like he's taking a piss and he looks over his shoulder only to find the little kitten just staring up at him with big eyes😭😭😭 toji grumbles under his breath and tries to ignore him but then he ends up looking over his shoulder again, hoping that he left but no. he's still there. sitting like :3 😭😭😭😭

"yer fuckin' weird..." is what toji tells him as he places the cat on the bathroom counter and he just gets a cute meow back as a reply. the cat watches him brush his teeth and toji has to fight the thing because he's now in the sink????? toji needs to spit out the toothpaste but the critter is getting comfortable in the bowl and he actually feels bad abt pushing him away... wahh he's so soft actually guys i can't do this anymore.

if the cat happens to be a big meower, toji's definitely talking back to him. he literally goes "what're ya yappin' about, lil man? 🤨🤨" while looking at the tiny creature. but he loves it, he thinks it's so funny. he picks the little guy up and just stares at him up close O.O (plss the cat is literally like the size of his palm i'm dying it's so cute).

he also likes to carry the cat on his shoulder. i think every cat would actually love toji so much, this is also canon here you cannot argue with me. and i think they'd all find him very comforting? and i think they'd love to sleep on him. so whenever he's cooking and the cat paws at his legs, he just picks him up and places him on his shoulder.

he once did that when shiu was over and he was just ????????? like man what are you doing put the damn cat down ????????? and toji just went. "no. he wants to see." with a blank face. to him it's very obvious. c'mon, the cat is so little, he has no idea what's happening up here, ofc he wants to see??????? smh shiu do better😒😒😒

oh and this was definitely just a stray cat he took in btw. after a long day at work, he was just walking home with a cig between his lips when he heard the teeeniest tiniest little meow coming from behind the dumpster in an alley. and well... the curiosity got the best of him and he went to check it out aaand lo and behold!!!!!!! itty bitty kitty!!!!

big eyes peering up at him behind a thrash bag, he just knew he couldn't leave the poor thing there. he reached out his hand, letting the kitty smell him and he almost dropped his cig when he actually leaned into his touch immediately!!!! that's his baby now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he held the cat to his chest as he made his way home and he even stopped by a little corner store to buy him something to eat. the cashier did look at him with a raised brow bc what the fuck this massive man is holding the smallest cat in the world, but toji didn't mind. he didn't care. the cat slept on his back that very same night.

ALSO. thank u @kentophilia for putting this idea in my head ily<33 during the late hours of the day, toji lays in bed while reading his book with his glasses on – the cat stands on his chest with a determined face. he's already purring even though toji hasn't even done anything. he's just soo comforting and the cat just loves him soooo much okay:((((( toji lowers his book to look at the thing before scratching the top of his head and smiling to himself when the cat closes his eyes and purrs even louder.

the cat ends up trying to make biscuits on him and that makes toji yelp lmao. the tiny little claws dig into his warm skin as the he kneads toji like he's a piece of dough. purring and content – toji doesn't have it in him to make him stop either. it's not like it actually hurts, he was just caught off-guard. he didn't get scared by a cat btw, he didn't. in the end, he keeps reading his book with his one hand while petting the creature with the other. this is their routine. they're family!!!!!!!

anyway. he loves his little kitty cat with all his heart and he would literally kill for him:33333

[reddesires]

Magnetic

Logan Howlett x Mutant Reader

Summary: There's only one way of satisfying your undying curiosity of finding out whether or not those fridge magnets will stick to the one and only Wolverine, who just happens to have an adamantium skeleton.

A/N: There may or may not be a continuation of this, idk yet.

It first started off as mere curiosity, the fact of knowing Logan's skeleton was enveloped by pure metal on the forefront of your brain.

Your eyes would constantly wander to the fridge that was decorated by various colorful magnets by the students, the cat and and the multicolored alphabet letters, especially catching your attention.

The growing need to know if those magnets would stick to Logan or not was just too irresistible to refuse as you snatch the grumpy cat magnet from the fridge door, examining the narrowed green eyes on the face of black feline. Yeah, it reminded you very much of the rugged mean mugging man who was all too unaware of your devious intentions.

Logan was used to your teasing antics of playing with his tufts of hair whenever you got the chance or somehow discovering all the new hiding places he hides his beer in, just to hide them elsewhere (he thinks it's your sixth sense at this point). He feels as if he's always on his toes when it comes to you, your mutation aiding you in somehow bypassing his enhanced senses, you find great joy in sneaking up on him when he least expects it.

So when you casually walk in the room that he's in with your hands behind your back with a feign, innocent look on your face, his eyes narrow suspiciously. “Oh hey Lo! Didn't expect to see you here!” The lilt in your voice and the sway of your body as you walk over only cause him to tense as he sits up straight, his eyebrow raising in question.

“You know I usually sit here,” his voice trails off as his eyes trail up and down, analyzing your body movement. “You're up to something.” You grin immediately, a laugh bubbling up as you round the table as if you're trying to corner him, and he doesn't waste time standing and quickly rounding the table from you.

“Hey, don't make me spill my beer,” He says warily, holding his beer up by the neck of the bottle. You smile deviously as you slowly trail along the side of the table, still holding the mystery item behind your back and he doesn't like how you're looking at him as he mimics your movements ready to bolt to the exit any second. “Okay, we're playing that game.”

He exhales exasperatedly as he immediately swerves and runs out the door, holding his beer securely as he hears you run after him. “Logan! Get back here!” The laugh in your voice is mischievous and he doesn't trust you as the two of you run past Jean and Ororo, they look after the both of you surprised as they never expected Logan to run away from you of all people.

“Get em, girl!” Ororo cheers as they watch you round the corner after Logan, he's trying to lose you by running in front of innocent students and taking unexpected turns and it isn't long for you to have him cornered.

“Aye, have mercy.” He says your name with defeat as he clutches his beer to his chest, he somehow managed to save it from even spilling a drop during the chase and it makes you giggle as you step forward building the anticipation before getting to him, and he only watches with a close eye as you do. Only when you're within an inch from him, your face almost intimately close to his, do you notice his adam's apple bob up and down with trepidation, his eyes fluttering slightly as he's aware of how close you are to him.

You slap the magnet onto his face.

He blinks once then twice as the magnet sticks securely on to his cheek. You gasp with unadulterated joy, a cheer pulled out of you as your curiosity has finally been fulfilled.

“It does stick! Oh, this is gonna be so fun!” His face falls as he realizes what this concurs. He's become your magnetic plaything as he remembers the millions of magnets that are currently adorned on the fridge door.

“No, don't you think about it.” He grumbles as he pulls the magnet off his cheek, the crabby cat image only intensifying his dismay for your new upcoming hobby. “Oh Wolvie, it's all I can think about.” You tease as you gently squeeze his cheek, walking away feeling rejuvenated.

[freakassfemme]

chronically offline abby headcannons ✧˖*°

she is coping so well and thriving. i said i could fix her and i did

heyyyy so this is sort of kind of low-key a little bit of a continuation on beloved butch abby, the premise of the au and personality is the same. i got a request asking for more and i was thinking about this anyways and thought they worked well together

♫ above the chinese restaurant (laufey)

ೃ༄ abby is (unfortunately) a retired soldier, she's got a kid to look after, she runs a cafe downtown and she's got two dogs. all at like, 22. did we really think she has the time to go online for anything more than 🔍 thirty minute dinner recipes your vegan teenager isn't going to kill you over

ೃ༄ just kidding. she doesn't mind lev trying out new things lol. he is her whole fucking world, she's more than happy to spend time with him cooking something he remembers from home, giving each other grossed out faces when they fuck up the tofu again, and giving up and going to target 15 minutes before close to piece together some random junk food.

Manny will come over and cook with them sometimes, and that's always a fun time. he's got abby drunk before nine and she's just a laughing mess.

ೃ༄ she just loves being around Manny in general. they meet up for lunch a lot, go on runs together in the morning, work on each other's trucks, etc.,

now that she's living a normal life, she's able to take a serious Spanish class, and he's very supportive about it.

ೃ༄ definitely takes the dogs into the cafe with her. whenever someone complains about the pandora radio she puts on, she blames it on the dogs.

yeah she uses pandora until someone teaches her what Spotify is

ೃ༄ she's such a planner. she's got a huge chalkboard in the kitchen for the week and the month with both of their schedules drawn on it down to the hour if needed. hers is written in orange and lev's is written in green.

only watches tv once a week, and it's for a designated show that's so laid back, like the great British baking show.

"do you want to watch this show?" "no it's not Sunday"

ೃ༄ she's definitely the type to limit screen time, and lev himself isn't like partial to brain rot, but sometimes he says something that has her turning around like what did you just say eyes wide and everything

lev tells her to touch grass one day and she goes on a hike

ೃ༄ her favorite evening activities are taking the dogs on a sunset walk with lev, and then when lev's gone up to his room for the night, she will pack him like a little bento-type lunch. she'll cozy up in her lazy boy by the fireplace with Alice at her feet and journal away, sometimes until she falls asleep.

she's got BUCKETS of journals. it started in therapy after her dad passed, as like a coping mechanism to at least attempt to correct her thought processes, and it's always stuck. it's always made her feel like she's putting herself in order again.

after therapy, i feel like abby spent a lot of time thinking about religion. she never really found anything that clicks, but she reads a lot about buddhism and really appreciates the perspective.

ೃ༄ definitely has a weird phone setup going on. she's either got a really old like iPhone 7 with maybe 6 apps on it or one of those CAT flip phones lol. can you imagine flip phone selfies from her

ೃ༄ writes her grocery lists on a little piece of yellow paper that she'll tuck into her front pocket. carries specifically one of those bic ballpoint pens, has like 5 year old reusable grocery bags and a keychain for her Aldi quarter that she thinks is so clever and fun.

she definitely uses one of her favorite coins from her collection as her Aldi quarter.

ೃ༄ gets the paper delivered to her house. she prefers to read it that way, but she pays for lev to get a digital subscription to his kindle or something

ೃ༄ keeps her dads beat up, decaying quilt as a topper for her bed. she folds it up neatly every night and sets it in a rocking chair in the corner of her room, just to preserve it a little longer.

ೃ༄ knows how to get throughout almost the entire west coast without a map or gps or anything

ೃ༄ reading is HUGE in her house. lev's reading log was NEVER forged not once. she spent a whole summer building ceiling to floor bookshelves with a gorgeous trim and a mahogany stain. she loves to swing by the used bookstore after work every once in a while, the one where she can get a book for 25 cents or a big bag of them for two bucks.

every birthday, lev gives her a bag of books, and he always puts one in that he loves but isn't sure she will like. it's usually not her style, but she likes learning more about his interests and she thinks they're always very sweet books.

always secretly surprises lev with little books with transmasc characters or about real trans people. she will just leave them on his desk in their shared office or something with a little sticky note with a heart on it

ೃ༄ makes friends with the lanky manager of the record store with a weird fucked up tattoo when she's looking for more cassettes for her beat up truck.

"dude, you're the only person who has looked through this crate in like, six months. you can just take what you want."

"holy shit, really? it's the only thing i can play in my truck besides the radio."

"jesus, that's kind of funny. yeah, anytime you want, you can use my shit to make your little mixtapes. if I'm not here, just tell them Ellie said so."

ೃ༄ is definitely an active member of her local library, not only for reading material, but to check out music, and she loves to participate in the chess and book clubs.

really loves board games in general.

ೃ༄ I feel like abby loves Birkenstocks, but the clogs. she has a pair of sandals for the summer, but in my heart I know she's a clog girly.

ೃ༄ very simple, very minimalist wardrobe. I feel like she exclusively sticks to Levi's for jeans, and then she has like 8 black tee shirts and some thrifted sweatshirts and tee shirts.

would very much adore though if her girlfriend crocheted her a hat or a scarf or something <3

ೃ༄ speaking of girlfriends, I feel like abby really goes for opposites attract. she's so mild in appearance, that she loves someone that's a little over the top. maybe a little frilly, or adds odd little details to their outfits. she loves funky hairstyles and creativity in women.

ೃ༄ she loves making her own coffee. working at the cafe wasn't just convenience for her, abby loves the slowness of it. she loves packing the espresso, she loves checking on her sourdough every morning, she loved crafting her own tea blends. she definitely has a beat up metal French press, but she probably invests in her own espresso machine to keep at home too.

ೃ༄ i feel like eventually abby would coach for a sports team at lev's school. maybe he joined gymnastics or like, made the soccer team, and abby's packing-coolers-full-for-the-team and carpooling and excessive volunteering eventually takes her to leading after school drills and a best coach ever mug for the middle school boys soccer team lol.

this OR she becomes one of the most active parents any GSA has ever known to mankind

joins the pta

ೃ༄ is SO sentimental. has photos of people she loves all over the walls of her house, keeps tickets from movies and cuts out bits from the newspaper to keep in a little shoebox under her bed. she keeps her dad's medical journals and research on a special shelf above the fireplace.

her little flip hone has a blurry picture of her and Manny in the background

ೃ༄ Abby texts and types like this. She is a very formal typist. She will become very confused if someone texts her in lowercase or without punctuation.

[cherryredcheol]

"dumpling"

tldr: all the ways jun uses your nickname a/n: i love him so bad. i've been waiting to post this forever.

slobbers: around a mouthful of food

“dumpling,” he sprays it, more than says it, but you look at him nonetheless. your chopsticks paused midair, a clump of noodles hanging precariously over the rug; the rug you’d picked out together for your new living room. he liked this rug, but the one in your new bedroom was his favorite. 

“this is going to be fun. living with you, i mean. it’ll be a good time.” he stumbled over his words, overwhelmed with feeling but unable to express it. you seemed to get the point, smiling wide as you opened your mouth to slurp your noodles. he meant it too, this first night in your shared place together was just the start of, what he hoped would be, an amazing adventure. 

‘i love you, dumpling.” he smiled at you, confident you felt the same even if you hadn’t nodded in agreement enthusiastically at his words, cheeks still too full of lo mein to give a proper response to his soft words. as he watched you swallow your dinner, he leaned closer, bringing a gentle hand to your cheek, “you’ve got sauce on your face.”

taunts: when he’s winning a game

“dumpling” your head whips around, hearing his sing-songy voice from the darkness ahead. or was it behind? you can’t tell. this wing of the hybe building was dark at this time of night and it had been his wonderful idea to play hide and seek…in the dark. and now he was hiding somewhere in a building you aren’t that familiar with, tormenting you from the safety of said darkness. 

“i see you…” you whipped around again, aiming your phone flashlight at the dark corner of the conference room. were those footsteps you heard? how is he so quiet? maybe you should put a collar with a little bell on him, one to match your cat at home. lost in thought, you almost miss the movement against the wall. turning quickly, you brandish your flashlight. 

“ah! my eyes!” his hand goes up, protecting his pupils from the bright light in an entirely dark room. you hold the flashlight in place, pleased to see him struggle after he tormented you with this little chase around the dark halls of hybe. plus, you were scared if it was dark again, he’d slink off somewhere else and the game would start all over. he waved the hand not covering his eyes at you,  “put that thing down, and let's go home. i’ll give you your prize for winning…”

cackles: at your expense

“dumpling!” he barked out in a laugh. you grabbed quickly for a napkin to dab the steaming broth off your cheeks. you two were out on a hotpot date and you had slurped your noodles a little too hard causing hot, spicy soup to splash across your face. you were not hurt, just embarrassed, especially as he continued to laugh at your fumble. it even splattered onto your cute top.

“are you okay?” he giggled even as he asked this, passing you another napkin to get the sprinkle off your forehead. you took the napkin, but not without pouting at him, hoping to garner some sympathy. He laughed harder, making your pout into a full-blown frown, something he never wanted to see, especially if he caused it. 

“i’m sorry, dumpling. are you alright?” he reached for your hand across the table, offering some comfort to you, easing the embarrassment you felt. feeling your hand wrapped up in his did make you feel better. and the broth wasn’t that hot. maybe the pouting wasn’t necessary. his caring demeanor broke as he let out another giggle, “you’re just so cute, dumpling!”

calls out: while dead asleep 

“dumpling~” you’re only half awake when you hear it. his back was pressed to yours and you had assumed he was asleep. he’d had a long day and had basically passed out as soon as you two had gone to bed. you’d stayed up and played on your phone for a little while before settling down yourself. 

“dumpling~” you heard it again, clearer this time and more whiny. this time you rolled over, your front now pressed to his back. you debated waking him up, knowing he had to be up early for his schedule, but when he called out a third time, your debate ended. shaking him lightly you woke him up. 

“what’s going on? are you okay?” he was confused as to why you had woken him up, assuming something must be wrong. he was still half-asleep so he only half understood when you explained to him he’s been calling out to you in his sleep. you were just about to ask if he was having a bad dream when you were cut off by his stomach rumbling, “i think i’m just hungry, dumpling.”

whoops: when he’s proud of you

“dumpling!” he shot up from the couch as soon as he saw ‘winner’ flash across your half of the screen. you’d been in an intense mario kart tournament with wonwoo and you had just won the final race, winning the whole thing in a completely unexpected upset. the rest of the boys stared at the screen, a little shocked at the result.

“i knew you could do it!” he folded you into a bone-crushing hug, celebrating like you’d just won gold at the olympics instead of some silly video game. but he was proud of you and wanted you to know it. he pulled back to look at your face, a smile stretching across his entire face. he pulled you back into his arms, relishing in your victory. 

“i’m so proud of you,” he whispered in your ear, causing your cheeks to heat up, bashful about his confession in the room full of people, despite that it was said for only you to hear. he pulled you out of the hug for real this time, and planted a soft kiss on your cheek, deepening your blush. “wonwoo, since you lost, you have to fund our next date.” 

[pitchsidestories]

know that you're not alone II Leah Williamson x Reader

Masterlist I word count: 2279

“You know, you can always tell me what’s going on in your mind…“ Leahs words made you look up in surprise. You hadn’t even noticed that you were lost in your own thoughts. With a sigh, you sat up a bit straighter on your team mates couch; “It’s just…“

“It’s what?“, Leah prompted you to continue. She was sitting on the opposite side of her living room on a piano stool. You also didn’t notice that she had stopped practicing.

“I’m not where I thought I would be with 26… and it seems like everyone else has got it all figured out with with marriage and kids…“, you explained truthfully. Leah smiled empathetically at you; “Trust me, no one’s got it all figured out yet.“

“Well, you do.“, you shrugged in response, taking in her perfectly tied pony tail. “I do? I have nothing figured out.“, the defender laughed. You pointed at the piano; “Your career is flying and I don’t know how you manage all the things you do at the moment.“

She was currently learning to play the piano for a performance with the BBC Concert Orchestra and you couldn’t help but be impressed by her eagerness. “I don’t have it either. I don’t manage all these things by myself.“, Leah replied, shaking her head.

A moment of silence passed between you two. “I’m so sick of it, Lee.“, you complained. “Okay, wait.“, Leah started, turning back to her piano but you interrupted her; “No, why don’t those things matter too? That we play for a great club? Have amazing friendships?“ “It does matter. We might not get measured by that but it does.“, Leah replied, before you could continue your rant.

As she played the first notes on her piano, you looked at her in confusion; “What are you doing?“ Your team mate remained silent and carried on playing. You recognized the song quickly and groaned; “Oh no. Not Cat Burns.“

“Hey, don’t complain about her music. She’s great.“, Leah scolded you with a laugh. “You’re obsessed with her.“, you rolled your eyes, amused. The defender gave you a death stare with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth; “Shut up and listen to this song.“

Thankfully, instead of singing the song for you, she turned it on and continued playing along. “Okay, fine.“, you gave in and had to admit that the lyrics of the song really resonated with you.

Still, you had to make a comment about the song text; “Wait, why is she singing about the troubles of being 26 when she’s just 23?“ Leah rolled her eyes at you; “It doesn’t matter what age. The twenties are always confusing and I have a feeling the thirties won’t be any better.“

“Kim and Jen seem pretty comfortable.”, you disagreed winking. The blonde gave you an amused look:” Yeah but I can tell you, they still don’t have a clue what they’re doing?” “Yes, I guess you’re right with that.”, you admitted chuckling.  

The softness in the defender’s features disappeared again and the usual stern expression returned when she demanded:” I am. Now listen to the rest of this song.”

With closed eyes you let the lyrics comfort you like a warm hug from a friend, by the end of the song you had to swallow hard: “Okay, I might still not like her music that much but the song hits right there it should be.” “You just have no taste.”, Leah shrugged.

As usual you couldn’t help but to tease your teammate a little bit: “Rude coming from someone who’s music taste is stuck in the 70s.” “Not my fault that they don’t make music like that anymore.”, the blonde responded with a dramatic sigh.

That didn’t stop you from adding:” But you’re not from the seventies, you’re a nineties girl.” “And? I can still appreciate that music.”, Leah replied unimpressed.

To appease her you took the place next to her, already placing your fingers on the keyboard:” Let’s play another song together.” “Which one?”, she curiously turned her head to face you directly.

Sheepishly you grinned at her starting to play the opening of North London forever:” What about this one?” “My favourite one.”, she answered laughing. You loved making your normally serious friend break out of her shell and hear her laughter fill the room.

Later that day Leah offered you to stay overnight, as usual you were sleeping in the same bed side by side but when you woke up the next morning you couldn’t believe your eyes. “Lee stop stealing my sweaters.”, you scolded her not quite as serious as you liked it to be.

In a sassy tone the defender remarked: Too late.”  “Also, it’s winter break you don’t even need to go to the gym.”, you told your teammate.

Stubbornly she packed the final things into her sports bag: ”And? I still have to get up at some point.” “But your bed is so cozy.”, you countered, wearing an innocent smile on your lips.

For a moment Leah paused in her movements: “You can stay in my bed if you want.”  “Thanks. When are we supposed to meet the girls again? So, I know when I have to get ready?”, you asked her as you were closing your eyes.  Promptly the defender reassured you before heading out of her home: “You have a few more hours.”

With a sigh, you snuggled back into the warm blankets, snoozing for a bit longer. Leah, on the other hand, was trying to focus on her exercises in the gym instead of Keiras video call. “Lee, you have to tell her how you really feel about her…“, Barcelonas midfielder was telling her.

“It’s not that easy, Kei.“, Leah replied between two sets of lunges. Keira sighed; “Why not? I think it’s pretty simple. Honestly, didn’t your self-help books teach you anything about that?“ “Actually, no. They don’t tell me how to tell my team mate that I might have a crush on her.“, the defender rolled her eyes.

“You’re lucky that football is my love language and I only have experience from dating other players, so here’s my advice. Are you listening?“ Instead of Leah, Keiras girlfriend Laura replied to her question; “Yeah, I’m listening.“ “She wasn’t talking to you!“, Leah laughed.

Laura grinned into the camera at the Arsenal player; “I know but I’m still curious.“ “You two need to shut up to hear my advice though.“, Keira reminded the two. Leah took her phone to see her friend better and patiently sat down on her mat; “Enlighten us.“ “Stop being afraid and go for it.“, Keira advised her.

The defender frowned; “Just a short question about that statement.“ “Sure, go on.“ “How many girls did you ask out again? And how many times were you asked?“ Keiras cheeks immediately turned red while Laura hysterically laughed in the background.

The Barcelona player grimaced and admitted; “They always ask me.“ “And now tell me why I should listen to you again?“, Leah asked with a smug smile. “Because I’m your best mate and I want you and her to be happy.“, Keira replied, making big innocent eyes at her friend.

Leah let a few seconds pass before she shrugged; “We’ll see.“ “Can’t wait to see you guys later.“, Keira smiled happily. “Me neither.“, Leah answered before resuming her strengthening and mobility exercises.

When Leah came back from the gym, you were wide awake, having showered and dressed yourself. When your guests showed up in the evening, Leah and you were just in the process of preparing dinner.

You left your team mate alone with the pizza dough and opened the door; “Kei and Lau, hi. You’re lucky we already prepared everything to do the pizzas!“ “And we’re starving!“, Leah yelled from the kitchen. “Same here.“, Keira laughed back and you stepped aside to let the couple into Leahs kitchen.

The Arsenal defender couldn’t help but to smirk at her comment: “I knew you would say that.” “Stop only talking and let’s start doing the pizzas.”, you reminded them why you four were in the kitchen. The mentioning of food made Lauras stomach growl:” Please.”

“Did Lee already told you?”, curiously the Barcelona midfielder turned to you. In confusion you lifted your eyebrows:” What do you mean with she told me.” “Keira shut up.”, Leah demanded while hitting her playfully on her arm.

With a soft chuckle Keira lifted her spoon so the Arsenal defender could see it: “Be careful I’m having the tomato sauce in my hands!” “I don’t care.”, the blonde replied cheerful. Clearing your throat, you intervened: “But I care about the pizzas.”  

“We have enough sauce, don’t worry.”, Leah reassured you. You could feel your muscles relaxing as she softly touched your shoulder. Optimistic the Roma player added:” Yes, they will turn out great.” “Ours yes.”, Leah grinned cheekily putting her free arm around your waist just as to underline who she meant with ours.

Eyerolling Keira countered: “Excuse me I have a Roma player in my team.” “Yeah, but she’s Austrian. Laura doesn’t know how to make a pizza.”, the defender interjected feisty.

Not too impressed by the blonde’s teasing Laura asked her interested:” So it’s a competition of who will make the better pizzas.” “Yes.”, you nodded.  Your teammate confirmed: “It’s now.” “The game is on.”, Keira answered, while throwing flower into your direction.

Surprised you looked down at your clothes who were covered in white now:“Keira what the hell?”  “Barca isn’t good for her. She would have never done that a few years ago.”, Leah sighed out loud. Laughing you continued:” Yeah, she’s getting too confident now.”

After you four put the pizzas into the oven you told them:” I’ll go to the bathroom now and get myself cleaned.”

While you were away the Barcelona midfielder whispered into her close friend’s ear:” Go after her Leah.” “To the bathroom?!”, the defender exclaimed. Winking Keira cheered on her: “Uhm you’re usually in the locker room with her, so there’s nothing you have not seen yet.”  

“There’s a difference between a locker and a bathroom, Keira.”, Leah shook her head. “Don’t be a coward, Leah.” “I’m not.”, she pouted.

A few minutes later you nearly walked into your teammate as you opened the door from the bathroom: Oh sorry, Lee.” “Oh, don’t worry.”, the blonde waved it off. You could sense that something was off with her, so you wanted to know:” Are you okay?” “Uh sure.”, Leah licked nervously her lips.

“You looked like you were about to say something…“, you prompted your team mate to speak. “I… uhm…“ Leah was never lost for words, you knew that.

You cocked your head, watching her closely, before trying to encourage her; “Remember the ‚You know you can always tell me what’s going on in your mind‘? That counts for you too.“

Finally, Leah sighed in defeat; “Are you sure you want to hear it?“ “Yes.“, you nodded determinedly. Another few seconds passed. “I like you.. not just like team mates or friends. You get me like no one else does.“, Leah revealed.

For a moment your breath stopped; “You mean…“ “Yes. But you don’t have to say anything right now. We can just continue the evening like nothing ever happened.“, Leah explained.

She was about to turn away from you and go back into the kitchen but you held her back; “No, I don’t want to forget it.“

With hopeful eyes, Leah looked back at you as you started to quietly sing live more & love more by Cat Burns under your breath; “'Cause if there's something you wanna do, just do it. Don’t let your head stop your heart from moving.If there's someone you wanna talk to, talk to ‘em. Who knows who we'd be if we just live more and love more.“

Biting her lip, the defender listened attentively. When you stopped, she lifted her eyebrow; “I thought you didn’t like her music!“

“Oh, I think our pizza is ready.“, you changed the topic, innocently blinking. Leah suppressed a laugh while you went back to the kitchen, where Keira and Laura had placed the pizzas on the table.

“Ours looks prettier“, Keira declared pointing at big smiley face on their pizza. “No, it doesn’t!“, Leah protested. “Yeah, it does!“ “Children!“, Laura interrupted them with a laugh. You sat down, taking a slice of your and Leahs pizza and happily biting into it; “As long as it tastes good. That’s how you actually recognize a good pizza.“

“Yours definitely looks like it was made with love.“, Laura commented, winking at the two of you. “Laura!“, Leah exclaimed but her face had turned a slightly pinkish colour. The Roma player shrugged; “Just saying.“

“You’re right though, Laura.“, you smiled and reached over the table for Leahs hand. Laura returned the smile; “I know.“ Leah shook her head about the girls on her kitchen table; “I hate you all.“

“No, you don’t.“, Keira countered. “Sadly. But I could need a kiss right now for all the bravery it took to say those things.“, Leah explained, looking at you with a slight pout. You raised your eyebrow, laughing; “From a team mate and friend?“

“Coming!“, Keira answered and stood up from her chair. “I didn’t mean you, Kei!“, Leah grimaced before leaning towards you and kissing you for the first time.

You were so caught up in the kiss that you didn’t even register Keira saying; “Rude. Do you have it on film, Laura.“ “Yes, I got it.“ When you two pulled apart, you saw the other couple happily looking down to the photos on Lauras camera.

[mingtinys]

[11:45 p.m.]

pairing : song mingi x gn!reader

fluff , humor , comfort fic

warnings : thunderstorms

word count : 0.7 k

requested ? no

a/n : i am not the least bit ashamed to admit this was slightly inspired by that one ouran host club episode. it is my comfort episode. sue me.

Typically, you're one to enjoy a good Summer storm. You're rather fond of the cozy peace they bring. Especially late at night, when the heavy rain starts to sound like static and lulls you into a deep sleep. Interrupted only by soft rolls of thunder and the occasional blue flickers of lightning.

But the one tonight is far too aggressive for your taste.

The rain is deafening as it continues its onslaught against your poor window. And each startling crash of lightning precedes an even louder boom that shakes the room. Rattling picture frames that hang delicately on the walls.

You won't be sleeping tonight. That's for sure.

Anxiety wraps its nimble fingers around your heart and squeezes with each subsequent lighting strike. Digging its claws deeper and deeper until you can't take it anymore.

Your comforter is quickly tossed to the side, skin exposed to the chilly night air in your desperate escape. You tiptoe your way to the living room, searching for the giant scaredy-cat you know is likely up calming his own nerves.

And sure enough, there he is.

Cuddled up on the couch with the fuzziest blanket he owns draped over his shoulders. He's mindlessly acrolling through his phone with his headphones on at full volume. You can just barely make out the faint song playing through them.

You creep up slowly so as not to spook him, though it doesn't do much good. Mingi still flinches as soon as your shadow casts across the room with yet another flash from outside. Whipping his head around so fast you're surprised he doesn't get whiplash. But he quickly recovers, laughing at himself once he realizes it's just you.

He slips off his headphones and lets them hang from around his neck. "Storm keeping you up?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you liked storms," he frowns.

"I do, this one's just a little..."

Mingi hums. "I get it. Come, sit." He pats the open spot beside him and you sit. His arm wraps around your shoulder, enveloping you into his blanket cocoon and pulling you in until you're smooshed against his side.

"Did the storm spook you too?" You ask, resting your head on the junction of his neck.

"Pfft, no, I like being awake–"

A giant crack of lightning strikes the pavement outside a little too close for comfort and startles the both of you. Mingi even lets loose a sharp string of curses. It makes you giggle, which unwinds the knot in your stomach just enough to tease your boyfriend.

"You were saying?"

But then the power flickers as the wind picks up and you're eating your words. Tensing at the near-instant karma for teasing Mingi. The wind is the worst part, in your opinion.  You hate how it howls and bellows as it whips around the corners of your home. It echoes through your head, sending you into a spiral of anxiety. Heart racing so fast you can feel its pulse in every limb.

Until suddenly, it all stops. Muted by calming tunes blasting through the headphones placed over your ears.

You glance up at Mingi, pulling one side back. "Are you sure you don't need them?"

"No, I'll be okay. Besides, I'm your big strong boyfriend, it's my job to take care of you." Mingi puffs his chest, looking rather proud of his heroic act.

"You're such a dork."

He just smiles and shakes his head at your comment. Then taps through his playlist to find music he knows you like. "Just try to get some sleep," he says as he readjusts the headphones and presses a long kiss to your temple.

To his credit, the headphones do a wonderful job of blocking out the storm. You wouldn't even know it was still ongoing if it weren't for the way Mingi jumps up every so often. Completely defenseless against the rampage outside now that you've taken his only protection. And even though each time you look at him, he reassures you with a tight smile, you know he's dying a little on the inside with each boom of thunder.

So, eventually, you coax him to lie down and tuck his head to your chest, holding him with your arm pressed over his ear. He hums when your fingers slowly toy with his hair, the vibration of it tickling your skin. Within seconds, he's fully melted into you. The both of you slipping into a slumber with the storm now nothing but background noise.

taglist: @dontwannaexsist

[piancqwrites]

Annoying

Synopsis ➸ Ever since you were kids, Kenma Kozume found you annoying. He doesn’t hate you, but he doesn’t particularly like you.

Next Chapter ➸ Part One | Part Two

Tags ➸ Kenma is mean here, the reader is female, Kuroo tries his best, multiple parts

divider by @strangergraphics-archive + @strangergraphics

Her stats are way too high... my shields aren't working...

The volleyball slipped from Kuroo’s small hands, bouncing wildly on the playground before rolling away. It traveled with surprising speed, disappearing around the corner of the school building. The sound of the ball hitting the pavement echoed through the playground, drawing everyone’s attention.

"I'll go get it!" you shouted, already chasing after the ball with your tiny legs pumping hard. Your sneakers slapped against the ground as you ran, your pigtails bouncing behind you. The afternoon sun bathed everything in a warm, golden light, and the scent of freshly mowed grass filled the air. The playground was full of children's laughter and the squeak of swings, the soft buzz of summer that wrapped around the school like a blanket.

"Thank you!" Kuroo called out, his grin wide and toothy. He was still missing a front tooth, which only made his smile more endearing.

As you disappeared around the corner, he turned to Kenma, who was sitting on a nearby bench with his handheld game console. "So, what do you think of her, Kenma?"

Kenma barely glanced up from his game, his fingers deftly pressing the buttons. The soft beeps and boops from his PSP filled the silence. His cat-like eyes were narrowed in concentration, reflecting the bright screen of his console. The sun cast a soft glow on his pale skin.

"I don't like her," he muttered, his eyes never leaving the screen. His face was scrunched up in concentration, a look of intense focus that was common for him. "She's just so... annoying."

Kuroo sighed, leaning back on the bench and kicking his legs out. He looked over at Kenma with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "You know, she’s not that bad. Maybe if you tried talking to her more…" He swung his legs, the movement a restless expression of his energy. His hair, always unruly, fell into his eyes, and he brushed it away with a careless swipe.

Kenma snorted, finally looking up at Kuroo with a flat expression. "Why? She talks enough for both of us." His words were blunt, but his tone wasn’t mean—just matter-of-fact, like he was stating the obvious. He glanced briefly in the direction you had gone, his eyes flicking back to his game almost instantly.

The sun caught the amber in his eyes, making them glint momentarily.

Kuroo chuckled, shaking his head. "Maybe you just need to give her a chance. Who knows, you might actually like her."

Kenma’s lips twitched into a brief smirk. "Doubt it," he said, returning to his game with a slight roll of his eyes. His fingers moved deftly over the console, the game absorbing him once more.

Moments later, you reappeared with the volleyball, your cheeks still flushed from your sprint. You dropped back onto the bench next to Kenma with a relieved sigh, the ball empty from your hands as you passed the ball back to Kuroo.

He returned to the playground while you remained on the bench, beside Kenma, alone.

The sun had begun its descent, casting long, golden shadows that stretched across the playground, creating a warm, tranquil ambiance.

Kenma, absorbed in his handheld game console, barely acknowledged your return. The screen's faint glow illuminated his face, highlighting his intense focus as his thumbs moved swiftly over the buttons. The beeps and whirs of the game created a soft, rhythmic background noise that seemed to separate him from the lively surroundings.

You turned to him, eager to engage in conversation. “Hey, Kenma,” you said with a bright, cheerful tone, “do you think we could play together later? I’d love to practice some new techniques with you. What do you think?”

Kenma barely registered your words, his concentration firmly locked on his game. He was in the middle of an intense level, where every move required precision and focus.

Your voice cut through his concentration like an unwelcome intrusion.

You continued, not noticing the growing tension in Kenma’s demeanor. “I’ve been working on my serve a lot. It’s not perfect yet, but I think with a bit more practice, it could be really good. Even Kuroo said so... and I was also thinking about trying out some new video games. They seem like a lot of fun. Do you have any recommendations?”

Kenma’s patience began to wear thin as the steady stream of your questions and comments seemed to invade his personal space.

The rhythmic beeps and whirs of his game became increasingly drowned out by your incessant talking.

Each time you spoke, it pulled him further away from the virtual world he was so engrossed in. His fingers moved mechanically over the console, but his frustration was mounting.

He tried to focus on the game, but the growing pressure of your voice eroded his ability to concentrate. The bright screen, once a source of escape, now felt like a barrier between him and the increasingly irritating reality. His brow furrowed as he struggled to block out the constant stream of chatter.

Game Over.

“Can you just—” Kenma snapped, his voice sharp and edged with frustration. “Why do you keep bothering me? You keep talking and talking, asking questions, and giving opinions. It’s like you don’t know when to stop.”

His outburst cut through the warm atmosphere of the afternoon, the tension palpable as his irritation became the center of attention. The playground’s lively sounds seemed to fade into the background as your face fell, the playful energy you had been trying to project replaced by a look of hurt.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to cause—”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Kenma’s words were harsher than he intended, his frustration manifesting in a painful burst of honesty. “You’re such a nuisance.”

Your face flushed with a mix of shock and pain. You fought to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. “I just remembered that I have some homework that I didn’t finish... tell Kuroo that, yeah?”

With that, you swallowed the words stuck at the edge of your throat, the sting of Kenma’s harshness too much to bear.

Tears began to spill over as you hurriedly grabbed your things.

You avoided Kenma’s gaze, your movements hurried and fraught with emotion as you fled the playground, leaving behind the warmth of the afternoon sun and the echo of his hurtful words.

Kenma watched you leave, the immediate release of his frustration giving way to a crushing wave of regret.

The virtual worlds on his console felt empty now, their appeal diminished by the weight of his own guilt.

The playground’s vibrant energy seemed distant and muted, the golden light casting long shadows over the path you had taken.

Kenma watched you leave, the immediate release of his frustration giving way to a crushing wave of regret. He clenched his handheld game console, the once comforting device now a reminder of his harsh words. The vibrant sounds of the playground faded into a distant hum as he sat there, the weight of his actions settling heavily on his shoulders.

He glanced down at his game, the familiar screen now dim and lifeless. With a sigh, Kenma turned it off, slipping it into his pocket.

Kenma needed to apologize. He knew that.

But after that day, he never got the chance.

[genderfluid-insomniac]

A little monkey told me that your requests are back! I was wondering if you could do a scenario based on this scene from bee and puppy cat with sun wukong? https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeWd1d92/

Maybe he's teasing a monkey after it accidentally broke one of the reader's things, then once the monkey starts crying the reader swoops it up and coddles it reassuring that they still love the monkey whilst glaring angrily and sun wukong?

Wukong “bullying” a baby monkey for breaking something of yours

A/N: This scenario is based on the TikTok here from Bee and Puppy Cat

You and Wukong were down by the orchards relaxing on a sunny lazy day on Flower Fruit Mountain and the other white monkeys played in the grass happily, wrestling and chasing one another around the trees. You got up from your comfy spot next to your boyfriend and stretched out your tense muscles, hearing popping and cracking noises from your joints. “I’m going to go grab my jacket. It’s getting a bit breezy,” you said and jogged off nearby after putting your book down.

“Alright. I don’t think it’s cold though.” Wukong said and muttered the last part to himself. Maybe it was because he had fur but it was pretty warm out. He looked up at the sun and squinted so he didn’t blind himself, out of the corner of his eyes he saw one of the more curious monkeys scampering over to your book. The tiny monkey lifted the book up with both of their hands before putting it back down and tugging on a page; seemingly to test its strength and unfortunately scaring itself when the piece of paper ripped. Wukong of course, never one to let a teasing moment pass by him, dramatically gasped and put a hand over his mouth.

“Oh no! Name is going to be so mad when she comes back! You broke her book. She’s not going to love you anymore and I’ll be her favorite.” he said in fake concern and frowned then grinning. The small white monkey dropped the page immediately and looked around, chirping nervously and tearing up. He felt a tiny bit bad when he saw wasn’t working out quite as comically as he hoped and groaned when he felt someone smack the back of his head.

Lo and behold you had come back and heard the tail end of what he said, scoffing when your boyfriend pouted because of what you did and watching you scoop up the tiny anxious monkey. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad at all I know it was an accident and you were just curious. I still love you. Your king played a cruel joke on you.” you said, glaring at Wukong as you said the last part and snuggled the little guy. Wukong was not happy and now felt more guilty; it got worse when you took away his cuddling privileges for a day.

[19calicos]

i know where to look — kuroo tetsurō ˎˊ˗

✶⋆.˚ chapter four: a cat named ube ( 𖦹 )

currently playing: lo que tú me das by juanpalitoschinos

cw: weed mention, gun mention, language

kuroo’s not sure how long he’s followed this black cat for, but he’s thankful for the break she gave him. he met her – ube, according to the fish-shaped tag – after he walked out of his last class for the day, when he made eye contact with the cat and got locked in her gaze. normally he would have gone to the library to get ahead of some work or to home for some rest and relaxation, but something in him decided it would be better to spend time with the cat.

ube walked around the surrounding streets of campus with familiarity. kuroo tailed after her with his hands in his pockets, gaze casually locked on her, stopping whenever she stopped and bending down to her level whenever she did. heads followed wherever ube and kuroo went, but he didn’t pay much attention. he figured all eyes were on ube anyway, with how charming of a cat she was.

“hm, i wish i still carried around cat treats,” kuroo thought aloud to himself with a mumble. unsurprisingly, there were a number of cats that would hang around nekoma high. it didn’t matter if they were a stray or not, they received love all the same from nekoma’s students, and that included kuroo and the cat treats he carried for those cats and his own.

kuroo fondly recalled when he brought home a stray tabby sometime after he first moved, and how his parents were initially against keeping it. they eventually agreed though, and he figured it had something to do with how difficult it was for him to adjust to his new environment. in a way, the cat (which he named chestnut) was his first friend, his second being kenma. and in a way, he saw chestnut in ube, with how in their own world they both were.

ube paused by an open door, and it was like the sun shone only for her. kuroo bent down to her level and rested his cheek in his palm, watching her stretch and do as cats do. her black fur was sleek and shiny, sparkling like a diamond in the light. green eyes blinked up at kuroo and he held his hand out for her to sniff again, only this time she nuzzled the top of her head into his palm. his eyebrows raised, and his heart melted as the biggest grin crept onto his face.

yeah, there wasn’t anything else like getting a cat to like you, especially this quick. ube walked through the open door, and he followed like it was his life’s purpose.

“ube! welcome back sweet girl, i missed you.”

kuroo’s eyes flickered up, and for a moment he couldn’t fucking believe that it took a cat named ube to finally see yn for more than five seconds, and up close too. his ears warmed to a subtle pink at the sight of them, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw how ube circled around one of yn’s legs, rubbing her head against the inside of their ankle. 

ah, so this was the skate shop he was told about. oikawa did end up asking atsumu offhandedly about yn, and he reported back to him that yn worked part time at the local skate shop. kuroo thanked ube in his head for leading him here as he scanned the multicolored skateboards on display, the vibrant graffiti on the left wall, and a corner with a sleek cat tree, complete with two ube-purple bowls for food and water.

yn held their arms out to ube as an invitation, and it was one she accepted. they finally laid eyes on kuroo as they stood up, ube cradled in their arms.

“oh! hi kuroo, uh, i didn’t expect to see you here. it looks like you’ve met ube,” they said after a beat, blinking twice, as if with disbelief.

there was a small smile from them, and kuroo returned it with a larger one. fuck, kuroo’s voice was caught in his throat, and the butterflies in his stomach were flaring his nerves, egging him to run away and puke. still, he swallowed it all down, mind set on proving kenma wrong that he wasn’t going to fumble this chance.

“hey yn! yeah, she was laying outside one of my classes and i just followed her here. she’s really friendly.”

kuroo took a couple steps closer. he raised his hand up and looked to yn for permission to pet, and with their nod, he affectionately scratched ube’s head, cooing as she closed her eyes.

“so you work here? this place is really cool.”

“yeah, it’s a part time job that i’ve had for a bit. i used to live around here actually… i got my first board from here as a kid.”

“woah.”

a thought appeared in kuroo’s head, and with yet another nervous swallow, he looked up at yn again.

“hey, um, remember how you insisted on owing me a favor? could you teach me how to skate?”

yn’s lips parted, probably in shock at such a sudden request, but they immediately grinned.

“you want to learn how to skate? after my board almost knocked your head off?” they asked with a chuckle, bending down to let ube run off to her cat tree. 

kuroo nodded eagerly and gestured to the boards around the shop. “yeah! i mean, i could get around campus faster on a skateboard, and you seem like you’ve been skating for a long time, so i thought maybe you’d be a good teacher.”

okay, kuroo was very much making it up as it goes. but, he thought to himself, he has a point. yn had the guts to land a skateboard from more than ten stairs up, and they managed to land it, and they said they’d been skating since they were a kid so that was like, over ten years of experience at least. plus, skate lessons from them would be a surefire way to get to actually talk to them and maybe even be friends.

“sure,” yn breathed. they turned on their heel and motioned for kuroo to follow. “do you want to look at some boards then?”

smooth and successful. “yeah! yeah, i’d love to.” kuroo replied, following after them with a new spring in his step.

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⟢ atsumu doesn't always have crazy shits but whenever he does he never sprays the bathroom because he gets noseblind from how long he fights for his life on the toilet for

⟢ noya did in fact make it in 30 minutes. not sure how he didn't get pulled over for speeding but hey he has a cool little fish tat on his bicep now

⟢ kuroo bought his first skateboard that day lol !!! he asked yn which one they thought was cool and then bought that one

⟢ he also asked yn what cat treats ube liked best ... and then he bought them right after he left the shop. literally made a bee line for the pet store like a man on a mission (he does not want to look at his bank account anytime soon. skateboards and cat treats are expensive !!!)

⟢ after kuroo left, yn went into the back room and screamed into one of the pillows on the couch, then said they were leaving early to take a nap since they were so on edge and nervous for the entire time kuroo was there #SocialBattery. osamu and noya watched everything and were tempted to live tweet it all

⟢ this is not proofread i just wanted this chapter out sooo badly since like 4 days ago 😭😭😭

tags: @eggyrocks @whorefornoodles @sereniteav @bedeater @itsdragonius @spicana @localgaytrainwreck @sunafc @scinclaitnoir @staygoldsquatchling02 @rrosiitas @yuminako @zahrawr-likes-red @walllflowerrrsss @unwindwithme @mfcherry @giocriedpower @ahdbodhr @hyenagoated

[bpcr3yes]

Valeria having a 9-year-old daughter and she randomly bringing a cat to Valeria house (Valeria hates animal)

MY GOD THIS IS SO CANON It's not that she doesn't like animals, she just thinks they're a lot of work

Imagine Valeria coming home tired after having had stressful meetings just wanting a kiss from her beloved wife.

She arrives home and quickly goes up to her part of the house and finds you and your little daughter hiding something, she raises an eyebrow in doubt as she stealthily approaches we all agree that this woman is a master at walking silently

She comes very close to you while trying to see what is behind your child. ''¿Qué esconden chicas?'' Her voice sounds hoarse as she tries to see what's going on.

When you hear her voice behind you, you jump in fright as you try to hide the animal.

''Amor, I didn't hear you coming.'' a nervous laugh escapes your lips as you approach her running your fingertips over her tattooed arms.

She turns her eyes towards you while furrowing her eyebrows, knowing very well what you are doing. ''What are you hiding from me?Bonita.'' her tone changes to a firm tone as she corners you trying to find out the truth

Before you could say anything, a 9-year-old girl appears behind you holding a cat in her hands, the little girl turns and smiles at Valeria. ''¡mamá! ¡mirar!''

Valeria's gaze softens a little as she looks at the creature in her daughter's hands, she approaches and bends down to the child's height. ''mi amor, ¿dónde encontraste… esto?''

"Lo encontré en el jardín y mamá dijo que podíamos quedárnoslo.'' your daughter says with a happy smile on her face as she hugs the cat in her arms as if it were a teddy bear

"Oh, sí, mamá dijo que podemos quedarnos, ¿verdad?" Valéria's gaze, which was previously soft, became firm as she looks from the corner and looks at you.

she turns to her daughter while letting out a sigh. ''Nena, Atraparás a este gato y lo devolverás al lugar que le corresponde, ¿entendido?''

the little girl pouts as she pleases the cat more."Pero mamá dijo que podemos quedarnos". the child looks at his mother again with puppy eyes. 'Mami, ¿podemos quedarnos con él, por favor?'

She repeats this 5 times while looking directly at her mother who now has small tears in her eyes.

Valéria sighs as she watches the tantruming child in front of her, she seems to think for a second as she passes her hand over her face.

''Está bien, puedes quedarte con el maldito demonio'' The sound of Valéria's voice comes out hoarse and with a hint of annoyance

the child celebrates by jumping with the cat while smiling at her moms.

Valeria's gaze meets yours, she sighs and approaches dangerously.''If this cat is too much trouble, I'll throw him out on the street.'' Her tone is firm while her gaze is cold.

a sweet smile escapes your lips, you knew your wife didn't like animals but you thought it was cute that she let your daughter keep the cat.

''he won't, I promise'' you say with a smile showing your teeth while looking at her amused.

Valeria lets out a huff of annoyance as she passes her wife going to the bathroom, when she undresses to bathe she can hear her daughter.

''¡¡Podemos llamarlo alejandro!!'' the girl responds excitedly while stroking the cat.

When Valléria heard this, she let out an irritated growl while rubbing her head aggressively. ''NO LE VAMOS A LLAMAR ALEJANDRO!''

When you hear your wife's angry voice, you and your daughter look at each other laughing, you approach your daughter and whisper: ''Puedes llamarlo Alejandro pero sólo cuando tu madre Valéria no esté.''

''I HEARD THAT!'' Valeria's angry scream echoes through the room as you and your daughter laugh at each other.

[batsyforyou]

Squishing and Kissing the Elves Cheeks pt.2

Tags: dramatic form of affection, crack?

Author's Note: this is the current highest winning and I just decided to do Eonwe, this one as well as the pokémon one and the other. So, basiclly everything lol.

Taglist: @asianbutnotjapanese

Squishing and kissing Maeglin’s cheeks 

He has a very thin face so there isn’t much to grab and pinch but when you do grab and squish his face (much to his shock and horror) he’ll gape at you. And when you kiss him? He is so caught off guard he’ll shove you away in a panic. Red finger prints on his pale cheeks and with his labored breathing he’ll look like a cornered animal. 

He’ll demand to know what you were doing, “I was just trying to love on you, love.” You say. 

“Oh.” He gulps, his cheeks flaring with color. “Could you, could you do that again?” 

Essentially he is that meme, “What is this? Affection? Disgusting, do it again.” 

Squishing and kissing Turgon’s cheeks

He is beyond embarrassed 

Hates PDA so if you so much as reach to cup his face while outside he’ll flinch back so hard his face would catch fire. (blushing)

He’ll snap his head around while covering his mouth and look to see if any of his siblings saw you and if no one even glances in his direction he’ll calm down. 

If you try to squish his cheeks alone he’ll be just as embarrassed so he’ll pull back some while mumbling a complaint about having to bend down so far 

But don’t worry all you have to do is jut out your bottom lip and pout before he gives in. 

Letting you pinch and kiss his cheeks as he listens to your giggles with red ears. 

Squishing and kissing Maglor’s cheeks (Not finished) 

“Magpie?” 

“Yes, my dear?” 

Slowly approaches, “Would you be upset if I stole a few minutes of your time?” 

“Not at all!” Glancing up from his music sheets he cocked his head, “My love, I can hear your heart beating from here. What has sent your heart a flutter?” 

Frowning he scooted his chair back, “Celegorm hasn’t done something has he?” 

Giggling, you shook your head, “No, no! I just, you're so cute.” 

He smiled, patting his lap, and you hurriedly took his invitation, lifting your skirt over his legs to comfortably settle against his chest. “I do believe that is a trait to describe you.” 

Giggling, you pushed your face into the crook of his neck as he held you in his embrace. After a few minutes cuddling you pushed yourself back a little to meet his eye. 

Reaching up you squished his cheeks together and kissed his nose and other random spots on his face. 

With one more smacking kiss to his lips you grin, bumping his nose with yours, “I love you.” 

Running his thumb over the apple of your cheeks he looked up at you with admiration in his eyes. 

“I love you, enterally.” 

Squishing and kissing Maedhros’s cheeks 

You’ll have to wait and make sure the elf is sitting at his desk if you even want to attempt getting him with your dramatic affection. Thinking Maedhros will shove you off you act fast, giggling as you rush to his side. 

“Melda? What are you-” Quickly taking a hold of his cheeks you squish them together and give him one singularly wet, smacking kiss and race off, laughter trailing in your wake. 

Stunned and confused, Maedhros ponders exactly what happened, a slow smile growing on his lips. 

By the next morning you were struggling to move from your bed, sitting at your bedside and staring at your bedroom floor, no thoughts were entering your mind. Seeing you on the bed Maedhros smirks, yanking on his belt to make sure it's secure he leans over to you and pinches your cheek with his one hand, leaving a passionate kiss onto your lips. 

“There.” He says. “Easy pickings.” 

It very quickly turns into a game of Cat and Mouse. 

It’ll happen in the corridors, at the dinner table and any place that holds no political importance. Leaving his brothers to roll their eyes and groan at their brothers show of sickening affection. 

And as the oldest, nothing makes him more happy, annoying his brothers and loving on his love. 

Squishing and kissing Curufin’s cheeks

You slowly approached him, taking careful sure-footed steps into his office you observed his still form. The constant scratch of his quill acted as a lure to distract your husband from what was about to happen. Feeling laughter bubble inside your chest you tightly bit your lips, 

So close ….. 

The elf grunted, “Don’t even think about it.” 

Feeling your ballooned excitement pierce with a pop, you sighed, his words mimicking his brother’s skill in archery. 

“How did you know?” 

Crossing your arms you gave up on being sneaky, instead strutting right up to his desk and plopping your butt on the corner. 

Counting his papers he licked his fingers and pulled a fresh paper from the stack, “Your first mistake was thinking that I would not recognize your presence in a room. To think I would not recognize your footfalls and the subtle minute traces of your scent, is insulting.” 

You raise a brow staring at him and as the minutes ticked on he sighed, “I could hear you through the wall.” 

You groan, dropping your back to stare at his intricately designed ceiling. Of freaking course he did. 

“Please Curufin? Please, let me have this.” 

Circling a set of numbers he marked Caranthir’s name beside it. 

“No.”

You pouted, “Pretty please? I won’t ask you for anything else all year!” 

“We both know that will never happen.” 

“Curufin.” You beg. 

Dropping his quill he rubbed at his temples, “Would it really make you that happy?” 

“Yes!” 

Sighing he leaned into his chair, burying his fingers into the fabric of his sleeves. 

“Fine.” 

Squealing you grabbed his face and planted a big fat kiss on him. Enjoying every minute  he lets you squish and kiss his cheeks. 

Squishing and kissing Erestor’s cheeks  

Pulls away almost immediately, the elf is snapping his face anyway from you so fast you practically hear the neck snap audio. 

He is so red in the face because he is so angry at himself for actually enjoying it and he feels so embarrassed over the fact that he can feel something grow in his heart. And just knowing that he likes being cooed at and loved so “Childishly” with a dramatic flair, he doesn’t want to look at himself. He is a hardened soldier who faced countless battles and struggles in his long immortal life. So being handled like that by you feels so good and so wrong at the same time. 

Essentially, he is that meme where people go, “This better not awaken anything in me.” lol 

Squishing and kissing Caranthir’s cheeks

Slamming the door to your shared chambers Cara grunted, yanking at his tunic and muttering under his breath. 

Peeking over the sofa you watched your love with interest, setting aside the book you’d been reading. 

“Cara?” 

Taking his boots he stepped on the heels, slipping his feet out and kicking them to the side. 

You tried again. 

“Cara, my love?” 

He grunted, near snorting at you as he fumbled with the buttons, struggling to pop them. His face stood as a testament to his mood, a blister red and his ears seemingly twitching at the heat. 

“Oh, my sweet baby.” You call. “Come sit and I’ll help you.” 

Ignoring you, he huffed and yanked at his clothes with the strength only an elf could carry. The fabric ripping off his back and shoulders, Caranthir pulled the garment from his arms and sighed. 

Finally free of his clothes, save his leggings, Caranthir trudged towards your spot on the couch and climbed into your lap, hiding his face in your stomach. 

Frowning, you gently reached into the small box under the side table and pulled a small brush from its contents. Humming a lullaby in a soothing tone you removed his braids and pins and brushed his hair until the tension in his back melted away. 

“Hard day?” You asked. 

The rumble of his voice hid itself in the folds of your shirt. “Worse than you know.” 

Pushing himself onto his back he rolled over to look up at you.

“Can you?” 

Grinning you tossed the brush into its box and took a hold of cheeks, “I’d love too.”

Masterlist

[zweiginator]

❤️… now I need to know how Patrick would react to the news in forbidden love au 🧎🏽‍♀️ I beg

cw: pregnancy, some talk of an unwanted pregnancy

patrick wasn't returning your calls. the pendulum swung the other way; it felt like a game of cat and mouse trying to chase each other into the right corner. but patrick was feeling stupid for thinking this relationship would be any different than his past ones.

he felt stupid for trusting you, for thinking that you could see past the petty family rivalry. he ruminated about how he opened up with you. he should have been cold and removed, should have ignored you at the campaign gala, smoked his cigarette, quirked his eyebrows at you and walked straight past.

but that would've been impossible. because patrick and drama go hand in hand. he loved sneaking around. he loved how your father disapproved of him. it made his orgasms feel so much fucking better, hearing you moan his name, a name that made her father want to crawl out of his skin.

he had been leaving you voicemails, begging you to call him back. but now as he reached almost three weeks without speaking to you, he didn't care to see your name pop up on his phone. he silenced call after call after call--until you left a two and a half minute voicemail.

your voice was raw; you had been crying. he imagined your eyes puffy and red, your lip trembling. he had seen you cry in that motel room after the scandal had broke. when your father sent you nasty texts, your mother urging you to come home, now.

"patrick--" your voice barely registered above a whisper. your voice cracked and patrick felt so bad because fuck you're crying because he's a pathetic asshole and maybe your father was fucking right-- "i need you to meet me somewhere--" you paused. "anywhere. i have to tell you something. i don't mean to prolong it but--I don't want it recorded just in case."

patrick listened to the rest. you must have forgotten that you were still being recorded, because you broke out into full-fledged sobs. patrick ached for you. and he feared for what you were going to tell him.

he met you at the same motel, ironically. he was too much of a pussy to call you and hear your voice again. so he texted you bluntly.

Meet me at the motel. Leaving now, I'll be there in 30.

you stared at your phone. the putrid fear and nausea that had entered your body since you found out about your pregnancy was replaced by a repulsion for patrick, and for yourself for fucking trusting him. how could he hear your voice, how it trembled in the purest form of fear you had ever felt--and not even call you back? how could he message you so dryly, so clinically, like you were a business partner and not a girl whom he said i love you to?

so maybe your family was right. and maybe patrick zweig did this with all the girls. wined and dined them and made them feel beautiful and special, just to treat them like a new toy. knocked them up on purpose and then decided he didn't want them anymore. he didn't want a tainted toy, he wanted a shiny one, one that looked up at him with the same animation and adoration that you had at the gala that night when he had kissed you.

your breath hitched when you realized it had only been three months.

three months and patrick had ruined your life.

you sat in your car, your legs hugged to your chest. people were looking at you weird and you closed your eyes. of course, patrick was late. but ten minutes after he had promised he would arrive, he knocked on your window. you let him in. you probably should have gotten a room, but the idea of standing up, of facing people and looking like a couple with patrick zweig again made your head spin with the horrible feeling of being car sick that you felt on the way there.

"are you okay?" his voice was soft; it was juxtaposed with his tone over text.

"fuck you." you said, avoiding eye contact with him.

he rubbed his temples. the seat squeaked under his weight. looking at him would hurt too much.

"can you look at me?"

it hurt him to see how frail you looked. bloodshot eyes and unruly hair. it wasn't like you at all.

"why didn't you fucking call me?" you shoved him. patrick slammed his hand on the dashboard.

"i could ask you the same fucking thing. did your dad get in your head? did you start believing him? that i'm some piece of shit and that's why you haven't spoken to me in almost a fucking month?"

"you haven't been speaking to me either. we should've had this conversation weeks ago."

"well, you ignoring me for the first two weeks of it didn't exactly make me excited to talk to you. i don't get how we could be so in love and then--radio silence. like i meant nothing to you--"

you reached into your purse and grabbed the pregnancy test, throwing it at him. you turned the other way, unwilling to see how his face contorted from the appeasable anger of a difficult relationship, to the same fear you had been plagued with for weeks. of an insurmountable responsibility. a symbol that your parents and his were right--you and patrick are stupid immature children. and you meeting was the biggest fucking mistake either of you had ever made.

"fuck!" patrick yelled. his voice cracked, and when you gained the courage to finally look his way, he was sobbing, his forehead against the dashboard.

[popponn]

a room of two, in three parts. [itoshi sae x f!reader]

notes: a bday bby chose roommate!sae as bday fic so i gave her one. i too wrote this one sitting at 2 am. it was fun. little warning: a little suggestive at the end, but it's more of a wiener joke from a grade schooler more than anything as this is a romcom. there are obliviousness, pinning, allusion to your life being not the healthiest, and such as too, btw.

i.

Becoming a roommate with Itoshi Sae was honestly a freak accident more than anything.

It was like as if some gods decided they were bored and decided, “Hey, wouldn’t it be funny if we stick some failgirl with the shining beacon, the prodigal mid-fielder of Japan?” And then they pulled up everything they got so it became an unavoidable hot mess. Unavoidable enough that Sae’s money couldn’t save him before pressing the two of you with various ridiculous out-of-this-world circumstances as the final nail in the coffin.

Looking back, it was honestly a premise for an absurd comedy that should have ended up with Sae murdering you in cold blood, in the most hilarious way possible. And then, he would cover up everything with his money.

Yet, lo and behold, Itoshi Sae—stable career, not a really good reputation due to his wording to the press sometimes, your roommate for three years and counting—was laying on your lap whilst scrolling through his phone.

And like a confused poor soul you were, you merely let him as how it had always been. Your focus was away from the TV you were supposed to be watching, but like some trained pet, your hand never failed to comb Sae’s hair gently every few minutes or so. It honestly never really hit you how domestic you were with him sometimes.

“Sae,” you said as you still could feel your brain slowly blanking out.

“What?” Sae asked without putting down his phone.

(He spared you a glance, but upon finding a dumb, flat look on your face, Sae decided to just wait for what sort of shit you would soon do. Judging by the unfocused gaze you still let linger on the screen, Sae knew this had something to do with him.)

“Uh,” you answered dumbly.

“What are we?” you wanted to ask. “Are you like this with everyone?” you wanted to ask too, but it was a very dumb question that would earn you a dirty look. “Are you secretly a cat boy?” you wanted to ask, though probably risking getting a silent treatment for a week was dumb.

“What’s for dinner?” was definitely not what you want to ask.

So, in the end, you said, “Isn’t it about time for dinner?”

You looked down and found Sae taking a moment to stop scrolling without putting down his phone. Clearly just finishing checking the clock displayed on the upper corner of his screen, Sae answered, “Five minutes.”

Most the times, you would reply with a whine saying you were hungry. Then, with a mean glare that never truly meant anything, Sae would follow.

This time, you merely hummed, “Sure.”

(Sae sent you a sharp look. You did not notice as you returned your attention back to your TV.)

ii.

Despite the cocky rich guy aura Itoshi Sae exudes, honestly he wasn’t a terrible roommate. Even you dare say that during the first weeks of sharing a roof with him, he would rather pretend you did not exist whenever he was home. He was not a messy guy and just a bit occasionally unreasonable.

Who were you kidding—he was unreasonable most of the time. Pretty hard headed, pretty prideful sometimes, and would not hesitate to scar you for life with his words. It was just after he started getting softer on you that discussion was possible in the first place.

(That discussion too was followed up with several unnecessary shopping sprees prompted by Sae. According to him, it was so his money would not rot off. Sae never told you it started up as a way to say ‘thanks for taking care of the chore and my stuff when I was gone that one time’ and somehow became a routine that sat snuggly in his schedule during off seasons.)

But, even as years and seasons passed, one rule persisted.

Never disturb Itoshi Sae’s nap time.

Sadly, that rule wasn’t exactly registered in your brain—as it just pulled a 21 hours work for a deadline.

That was why, the moment you entered the bedroom, you didn’t bother to check whose bedroom you entered as you threw your body to the bed. Not knowing, your action just jolted Sae awake.

“What the fuck?” Sae muttered, sounding more than a little pissed. He glared at you sharply with voice still heavy and hoarse. “The hell you are doing here?” he continued at you, who were burying your face on his pillows.

“Wha…?” you groggily turned your head towards him with much efforts. You couldn’t really muster the strength to do much, as you used what was left to plop on your stomach and stayed in a very awkward position with half of your feet out of the bed. But, it was Sae’s voice, so you tried.

When you saw him glaring at you, you tried not to groan and cry. Though, you supposed Sae caught that desire from your expression alone, as he said, “…did you just finished the deadline?”

“Uhum,” you answered, your cheek pressing itself to Sae’s pillow. Slowly, you could recognize his smell around you. It was comforting—perhaps after years of sharing a home, you had came to associate him with it. “Gim’me five minutes… just let me gather my shit together and I will be gone… soon,” you continued, drowsy. A part of you hoped Sae would be merciful enough to agree and kick you off his bed later, because you had no energy to get your phone and set a timer or to walk to your room.

(Sae watched as you slowly drift to your dreamland. Was it some years ago or someone else, he would have kicked you as hard as he could. Yet, it was you and a part of him wanted to flick you in the forehead or pulled your cheek or simply put the tips of his fingers on your heavy eyes.)

A few seconds passed and Sae finally let out a grumpy sigh. “Just sleep,” he said as you closed your eyes. You felt the bed shift as he threw his body back to bed. You chuckled silently and dreamt of him petting you in the head.

You woke up four hours later to a note saying Sae was off on an afternoon jog.

iii.

“Honestly,” you groaned, leaning against the shopping cart with an exaggerated pout that definitely annoyed Sae. “Why should I also eat healthily? You are the high profile athlete here. I’m just some lowly roommate.”

“Because we share a fridge, stupid,” Sae said while choosing between Lettuce A and Lettuce D. Lettuce C and B laid inside the cart, fresh and green, along with the things Sae had bought. You couldn’t understand what were the differences between them—but, hey, he was the more observant one between the two of you.

“Why don’t you buy another fridge then?” you asked, unironically starting to miss the days of instant food after living with him as afterwards it was filled with whatever his strict diet allow. When Sae didn’t even bother to grace you with even a disgusted look, you continued, “Or at least let me have some fries—”

Before you could finish, Sae threw both lettuces in his hands violently towards the cart. You winced for the lettuces’ sakes as you found him send you a look that was somehow angry and flat at the same time, “I’m not gonna let you eat fries and brag while I watch.”

“Even if I buy it with my own money?” you piped up with a small voice. Sae’s face somehow got even flatter and you gave up, “…fine.”

Sae hummed as he slightly pulled the cart towards his direction, indicating for you to push it and follow him. As the two of you walked, you could hear him continuing the previous unserious conversation, “You seriously need to learn to stop complaining about this.”

“This?” you prompted.

“Eating actual foods,” Sae answered. “Your life schedule would make some coaches cry by how messy it is. At least learn to eat properly.”

“Rude!” you protested. “I know my life is not as get together as yours, but it’s honest work, you know!”

“Work harder then,” Sae bluntly chided as he gave you a glance, his steps slowing down as the two of you reached the cashier.

You didn’t bother to check why he was stopping. Knowing him, he would buy you some low sugar candies as peace offerings for the previous argument. It was a habit that the both of you carried to give each other peace offerings after whatever disagreement, despite understanding on both side of how most of them were mere debates that exist to fill in the silence. You wouldn’t complain though—getting something or doing something for each other without a word was a nice thing in life anyway.

With that in mind, you let your mind wander to what sort of small thing you could do to Sae as your ‘peace offering’, not paying any attention to what he bought.

When Sae stepped beside you, you asked, “What did you get?”

Sae hummed, “Something to shut you up.”

You raised an eyebrow at that, “Huh?”

“Well,” Sae added an afterthought. “If I don’t read things wrong, that is.”

You didn’t really got it, nonetheless you still chuckled and gave him a light shove, “Sure, sure. As if the esteemed Itoshi Sae could be wrong.”

“Don’t start,” Sae responded dryly.

You merely smiled in silence and went back to your thoughts, waiting for the line.

(What Sae bought were 3 different flavors of condoms, but this is a story for another time. Though, of course, it ends well, as it had always been between Sae and you.)

[reyadawn]

My Protector

*image not mine, credit goes to owner*

Summary: Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson. VP of Bad Omens notorious MC in Los Angeles, California. Loyal to a "T" and tough as nails...until she started working as one of the new bartenders and completely broke through his walls.

Pairings: Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Warnings: 🔞+, language, kissing, hair pulling, fingering, breeding!kink, praise!kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), creampie

Word Count: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Dedicated to @philomenie 🤭🤭 Hope you're thoroughly fed after this!

Enjoy ✌️❤️

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Bad Omens. Known to L.A as one of the most notorious and reputable motorcycle chapters. However, they weren't your typical sterotype. They helped out in the community, always donating or helping to set up fundraisers for kids and other various events around the city. Funnily enough, it also happens to be the name of the heavy metal rock band they perform as.

I had just moved to California, having needed a fresh start from a nasty divorce. I probably could have stayed back east but the painful memories that were left had me shutting the door on that part of my life. I found a job as a bartender at a quaint hole-in-the-wall establishment called Third Base. Upon first seeing the signage I had burst into hysterics. It was definitely a man who came up with the name and I wanted nothing more than to clap the guy on his back and give him a medal for creativity.

BBZZZZ! BBZZZZ!

I groaned, rolling over in bed, sheets half tangled around my legs to turn off the alarm blaring annoyingly at me from my phone. I sighed, flopping back against the pillows and glancing out my window between sheer purple curtains. It was semi-light outside but it wouldn't be that way for long. The bar opened at 6:00pm and Misty, the manager, needed me there at 5:30pm to start training. Not that I needed any, I had quite a bit of experience.

I untangled myself from the sheets and meandered into the bathroom for a shower. My clothes were already laid out on the bathroom counter from earlier in the day. I hosed off and stepped out, wrapping the towel around my breasts and I cringed momentarily at the body staring back at me before towel drying my hair. I normally threw it up but descided to leave it down, letting it cascade down between my shoulder blades. I hurridly got dressed, donning a purple Bad Omens tank top, black yoga pants and biker boots. I quickly threw on lipgloss and body spray, grabbing my phone and heading down the hall to grab my purse and keys.

Reaching down, I gave my forrest cat Orion a good scratch behind his ears and I was out the door. Luckily, my apartment was on the ground floor and my silver Malibu was parked right out front. The bar was just a couple of blocks over so it wouldn't take long to get there.

L.A. definitely looked different at night. Lights from businesses and restaurants lit the sky like diamonds and more people seemed to come out of the woodwork. The bar's parking lot was already full as I approached, driving around back to where the staff parked. The side of the building had quite a few motorcycles parked side by side and one in particular caught my eye.

The bike, which happened to be a Harley-Davidson Dyna-Glide Super Glide Sport, was a sleek and glossy black without so much as a scratch on it. I smirked. How very Sons of Anarchy this entire lineup was as I turned the corner and went inside.

The bar was filled to capacity as waitresses walked the floor with trays to serve drinks, appetizers and dinner. Most of the patrons were bikers, some from the Bad Omens chapter, others from Dayseeker mixed with a few regular civilians.

I barely got behind the bar, wrapping an apron around my waist when Misty came barreling out of the side door with two trays, one in each hand, grey hair wild about her face and shoulders.

"Follow me, baby girl. Let's go! Table six, grab a tray", she said as I all but ran to catch up. By the time she and I reached the table, I had earned so many ass slaps that I regretted wearing yoga pants.

"Evenin', boys. How'd the show go last night?", Misty asked, setting bottles of beer down in front of a group of bikers. Glancing at each man in turn, I knew what the names meant on thier cuts: Folio and Ruffilo were Prospects, Sebastian was President but my gaze lingered on the VP whose name was Jolly.

Long dark hair pulled half up, sunglasses resting on the top of his head, clean shaven, white t-shirt under his cut showcasing his left arm completely covered in tattoos. All of them sported tattoos although I think the President housed more.

"It was a great turn out. Tons of energy like always", Folio said, taking a healthy drink from the bottle.

"Good to hear. Sorry I missed you boys. Got a bar to run and a newbie to train", Misty replied, elbowing my ribs to break the stare I had on Jolly. She rolled her hazel eyes and I could feel my face grow hot as she and I turned and headed back to the bar, weaving through tables and getting round two of ass slaps. Goddamn bikers.

"In Noah and Jolly's office is an inventory list on a clipboard. Need you to grab it. We need more Vodka, Gin and Amaretto. Shoo, now", Misty said, pushing me down a hallway on the other side of the bar.

"Are you sure I'm even allowed in there?", I asked nervously, turning back to her. Over her shoulder, I could see Jolly getting up from the table, his dark eyes staring right at me as he made his way over. Misty shot me a scowl and I turned again down the hallway past the restrooms, supply closet, kitchen doors and to the last door on the left right by the 'EXIT'.

I cautiously opened the door marked 'OFFICE' and poked my head inside. A large oak desk, framed vinyls on the walls, a brown leather futon and a few filing cabinets were all that decorated the room. Before I could do much more, the door suddenly flew open the rest of the way as a hand wrapped around my upper arm and all but shoved me inside. I whirled around in anger but stopped short when I saw it was Jolly.

"Jolly, what the fuck?", I spat. Jolly's gaze darkened and I took a step back.

"Watch who you speak to, karaste ...remember, you're in my territory", Jolly replied softly. His accent wasn't American, despite the fact he spoke English well. I swallowed thickly, pressing my thighs together. Jolly's gaze dropped to catch the movement and he smirked, approaching me. I suddenly backed up all the way to the desk before the edge had me forcibly sitting on the top.

Jolly stood directly in front of me, forcing my thighs apart to slot his narrow hips between them. I leaned back, palms flat on the desk but Jolly growled, actually fucking growled, and wrapped his hand around my neck to haul me closer to him. Liquid heat pooled in the thin cotton panties I wore, my clit throbbing to life and my walls clenching around nothing.

"What are we going to do about this little attitude of yours, karaste? Hm?", he taunted, fingers squeezing ever so slightly as his other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair to tilt my head back. I blinked and then his lips were on mine. The kiss was slow, deliberate, like he was savouring everything, putting it all to memory. My thighs involuntarily squeezed around his hips as he suddenly broke the kiss, my lips tingling. I whimpered at the loss and Jolly smirked evily before grabbing my yoga pants and hauling them down my legs. My boots stopped them from going further but Jolly simply stepped over them, hardened cock hidden behind denim now pressed firmly against my soaked cunt, the material rubbing against my clit and causing my eyes to roll back.

"Jolly...", I moaned, my own voice sounding wanton. Jesus Christ, I was a mess, practically falling apart for a man I just met. Jolly reached between us to swipe his fingers through the slick that coated my cunt, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. Dear God, this man was on the verge of making me entirely unhinged.

He then unbuttoned and unzipped the front of his jeans, pulling a cock into view that was more than impressive.

"Come on, karaste, and open up for me", Jolly said, pushing the head of his cock into my dripping cunt. I tipped my head back, mouth open on a silent moan, as his cock slowly, agonizingly stretched and filled me inch by inch...and there were quite a few inches to be had. Jolly's hands tightened on my hips as he momentarily held himself inside me. It was all I could do not to thrash beneath him, my arms reaching up to wrap around his shoulders.

"J-Jolly...p-please move...please", I whispered, begging him to give me the friction I needed. Jolly brought his lips to mine in response as he slowly pulled his cock out, almost to the head, before slamming it back inside me, nerve endings coming alight. He repeated the act, this time his thumb pressing to my swollen clit and I saw stars, coating his cock and no doubt the front of his jeans.

"Oh, poor baby, you come already? This cock make you feel that good? What a good fucking girl you are", Jolly replied, pulling his lips from mine, his thrusts becoming faster, hips slapping against my dripping cunt. Each drag and pull of his cock had my brain melting until my whole body was buzzing. "Give me more...come on, sweet girl...one more".

Jolly rubbed furious circles over my already overly stimulated clit, his cock now pistoning even faster and harder inside me. My arms gripped his shoulders tighter, my thighs squeezing him harder as my body spiraled into an orgasm so powerful I threw my head back and screamed, my voice echoing around the small office.

"Good girl...oh, such a good girl you are, coming all over my cock...gonna' fill you up, sweet girl...tell me you want me to...tell me to fill this tight cunt of mine...mine...mine", Jolly demanded, hips snapping harshly against me.

"Fill me up...p-please....p-please...I can't", I said, clawing at his cut, nails creating half moons in the leather. Jolly gave one final deep thrust and his cock pulsed as thick ropes of come splashed against my cervix, painting my walls. I tried to scream again as my orgasm hit, but he slapped a hand over my mouth. Jolly kept shuttling his cock inside me, the audible squelching sound of our mixed releases resounding in the room.

"Your cries of pleasure are mine and mine alone", Jolly said, chest heaving as he sucked in gulps of air, mimicking my own ragged breathing. "You're mine. No else gets to see you fall apart like this. No one. Understand? You're mine to protect". I stared at him in shock, only nodding.

Jolly finally stilled and slowly drew his cock free of the tight confines of my still dripping cunt, wincing at the loss of fullness. He carefully stepped over my boots to readjust himself before giving me a lingering kiss, turning and walking out of the office. The quiet click of the door was deafening.

My brain struggled to process the quickie I just had in the office of a bar as I tried to get my breathing under control.

What just happened?

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[luvscnarios]

Gray Hound ✮⋆˙

Pairing :: Gallagher x gn!reader

──★ Synopsis :: 1k words about a peaceful evening with Gallagher and the discovery of a telltale sign of aging

Notes :: crazy how I was inspired because someone on tiktok said that gray hairs were a turn-off (rancid take tbh/hj) also! ignore the fact that it cant rain in dreamscape, imma a rainy day glazer until my final breath so IT WILL RAIN in dreamscape today in this fic :3 and creds to this artist for the pic used :D

It was actually raining for once. The supposed “perfect” Dreamscape was actually experiencing rain for once. You weren’t sure what brought on the phenomenon but you loved it, convincing Gallagher with ease to take the day off. Rainy days were lazy days, after all, everyone knew that. 

While you chose to stay in your nightgown for the day, Gallagher decided that the most comfortable and conventional indoor outfit was a wife beater and some baggy sweats. It was like he was purposefully tempting you to pounce on him, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. At least not until later in the day. For now, as the rain pattered against the pavement in the afternoon to create a soothing melody, it was just him and you on the couch together.

You absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, trying to scout a new five-hour-long video essay to watch. Meanwhile, Gallagher laid down next to you, his head nestled in your lap as he read some new novel from Penacony. It was heartwarming to watch him read out of the corner of your eye, finding it cute how he’d every-so-quietly mutter out whatever he was reading. A habit he never seemed to kick, faint remains of a once-young boy. 

Without any particular reason, you set your phone down and twirled his rich brown hair around your fingers. Within a few moments, you could already hear that familiar rumble of satisfaction in his chest and knew he was enjoying this just as much as you did. But as you threaded your fingers into his hair, you noticed something unusual. Upon leaning down to get a better look, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before. Buried under his janky side-bangs, you saw a strand of silver hair. 

And from the way Gallagher jokingly scoffed and rolled his eyes at your sudden discovery, it seemed he already knew about the gray hairs growing on his head. “The cat’s out of the bag now, hun. This hound isn’t quite as young as before,” he pointed out with an amused smirk. His eyes were still glued to his book but he pushed his head into your hands as if to encourage you to keep looking.

You couldn’t hold back your giggles for the life of you, humming under your breath as you kept searching. “I know, I know. I got all the proof of that in my hands.” Growing ever more curious, you kept running your fingers through his hair to see if you could spot more gray hairs. And lo and behold, you found more silver strands hidden under the layers of his coarse brown hair. They weren’t chunky streaks that were easily noticed, but thin wisps that one could only see upon closer look. As nonsensical as it sounded, you definitely adored Gallagher’s silver hairs. It was a sight only you could see, serving as a deeper testimony to the love only the two of you shared. 

“Look, you got some more gray hairs hiding under here! Don’t worry, I think they make you look real nice.” You let the implication of your words hang in the air, a coy grin making its way onto your lips. And clearly, he was enjoying the attention you were showering him with, setting his book down to look up at you. And once he shot you that lazy grin coupled with those heart eyes (as you like to call them), you knew he was about to get needy for affection. 

Your cheeky words and the implication that came with it made Gallagher chuckle, reveling in the attention. He snorted as you continued to card through his hair and scope out any more gray hairs. “Oh. Oh. I see how it is, dolly,” He cooed, lifting his head off your lap to shoot you another playful smirk. “You think so, huh?” He closed his eyes and tilted his head

back down into your hands for more of your touch. “Never expected you to be into silver foxes that badly, huh? A bit shameless, don’t you think?” 

Now it was your turn to scoff and roll your eyes at his teasing remark, feeling your face warmed by the minute. “Only when it comes to you. I thought this was a well-known fact.” You snickered as he closed his eyes, combing through his hair with your fingers and giving it playful tugs. Gallagher was aging faster than you, but that didn’t faze you. It simply made your appetite for him more voracious, determined to savor every second with him.

Not to mention, the fact that only you could see his graying hair made you feel all giddy and even a bit possessive if you squinted. No one else could see this side of him, it was exclusive to your eyes only. 

“You make gray hairs hot. So either I’m crazy or you’re just that good-looking.”

Gallagher likes the sound of that. A lot more than normal, if he was being frank. He knew that he was a decent-looking guy, it wasn’t like he doubted his looks. But hearing you praise him for something typically viewed as undesirable seemed to spark a flame in him he never knew could be set ablaze. A shiver was sent down Gallagher's spine as you toyed with his hair, and he loved every second of it, letting himself be pampered and played by you as he leaned against your lap. He looked up at you, his eyes half-lidded as he smirked. "And here I thought I was already hot, but here you are calling me even hotter. Thanks, dolly.”

For a second, your hands stilled and you just stared at him. Those half-lidded eyes and laidback grin, his body lazily draped across the couch with his head snuggled in your lap. An old hound, Gallagher would call himself, but he loved like an eager puppy. You squished his cheeks in your hand, leaning down to lay a chaste and fleeting on his lips—a simple yet effective preview of what you had offered him for the rest of the evening. 

“Bed?” It was a question you probably have asked him a hundred times throughout your relationship. Whether it was to sleep, cuddle, be intimate, or just causally bond with each other. Wherever one of you wanted the other’s company, you’d always go to your shared bed. A bed in which you’d get to share as you grew old together. 

“Bed? You don’t even have to ask me anymore, hun. Just take me there already.” 

[hoe4sports]

In the enemy’s locker

Katie Mccabe ft Leah williamson x reader

A/N: Consensual mild waterboarding. Can be read as a sequel to “Baller”.

You were tiptoeing after Jonas, the coach of your new club. He invited you to come an hour early to practice so you could see the facility and get everything from keycard to athletic wear sorted. “This is where the physical therapist is, if you have issues or concerns, especially regarding your acl; see him immediately.” He knocked on the door, and a few seconds later the door swung open. “Welcome to Arsenal!” The therapist yelled as he dragged you into a hug. “I’ll take it from here Jonas, I’ll bring her in before orientation.” He cheered as he dragged you along into the room. You werent too sure about what you were doing, but you would bet on a lecture about your acl and how to keep it activated. He signaled for you to hop up on the bench, and being a professional athlete that was common curtesy.

“Right or left acl?”

He did tests on both your feet to check out the resistance. “It’s my- OW” you yelled as he flexed the right achillies . A sense of embarrassment quickly spread across Your body, and you looked at him with an apologetic look. You hadn’t really taken well care of the achillies since you tore it. It was always a bit sore, so you figured that the soreness was the new normal. “I got just the solution for you!” he sang as he disappeared around the corner. For a hot second, he reminded you of the Harry Potter scene where he gets his wand from the old guy. You fully expected him to come back with some sort of rehab device or a program for you to do before bedtime. However, he arrived with a box. He opened the box towards him and pieces of silk paper instantly got thrown to the floor. “I hope these are alright, we don’t have many color options! I can order in a specific color if you want. There is also options of adding your name or number on it. I already have all your sizes and measurements, so that wouldn’t be no issue.” he sang as he pulled up a pair of cleats.

“This is the new aeroluna 5, made for post tear women!” You werent really on board as you had tried endless things from before and landed on the Nike mercurials . He practically smacked the shoes on your feet, and lo and behold. They fit like a glove. They were comfortable and so supportive. You swore, you could’ve almost cried. The shoes however, were hot pink which you honestly didn’t mind. You looked up at your new born saviour with tears in your eyes. “Hot pink it is” you said as you adored my new cleats. You thanked the weird; but kind man and walked to the team warderobe.

“Ah, ladies, this is our new striker! Y/N! Now, please be kind to her and teach her the Arsenal way of caring for each others.” Jonas said as he patted me on the back. “Ex-girlfriend, finally! We meet at last.” Leah yelled out causing everyone to laugh including you and Jonas. She even did a clap and a little dance. “Your cubby will be next to Leah’s so go ahead and take a seat” the swede said as Leah patted next to her spot on the bench. You felt rather flabbergasted by seeing your face mid strike glued to the wall. It was blown up, and you were stuck with feeling some secondhand embarrassment. You popped down by Leah, and carefully listened as Jonas went on about his hopes for this new season. Leah lifted your right leg over her thigh just like the old days. When your acl would kill you every practice, it was the only sense of relief you got. You looked around the room, all the girls seemed so nice. You recognised quite a few of them, as you played them last season and they were good with their defence. A very well organised defence. Jonas was chatting away about his weekend, and you bent down to retie your shoes. Your need for the shoes to be tied equally tight was one of your peeves from your childhood. “And then, we need to work on our abil-“ he started as he was cut off by the door swinging open.

“I’m so so sorry for being late, my cat broke down and my car ran awa-“ the woman chaotically stated before cutting herself off. Her voice was awfully familiar, but you couldn’t seem to place it. You smiled as you curiously leaned forward before your face froze. You stared, she stared, Leah stared and everyone stared. Everyone went silent, including Jonas. “Oh this is season is about to be real good” Leah mumbled nudging you.Jonas was just as invested in this drama as everyone else remember your last meeting on the field.

“Katie McCabe” You said. “You” she said back. She walked towards you and for a second you were concerned that she was gonna knock you out. “Scared, McCabe?” you asked as she was nearing you. “No asshole, you are sitting next to my cubby.” she said with an annoyed tone in her voice. “Better sleep with one eye open because next time, it’s not my ankles that are getting cut off” You whispered as she sat down beside you, but as far as she could without causing attention.

As Jonas finished up talking, the girls started changing into their workout gear for the field. Everyone was wearing the same t-skirt except for Katie. She had pulled her sleeves up so she could show off her bronzed toned arms. “Trying compensate for your terrible tackles?” You said as you nudged her. You mean, it was hot. She was hot when she wasn’t trying to chop your ankles off, but you werent letting her in on that information. Katie turned around and looked at Leah. “How’d ya know her?” she asked with her Irish accent. “Ex-girlfriend and long term one night stand” she spat out as you felt slightly embarrassed. Leah was very fit, so it honestly didn’t bother you too much as she clearly was not ashamed of admitting that you for the last year had slept together at least once a week.

You went out on the field and did drills. Jonas was really testing the group, making sure that the girls hadn’t skipped their programs during the off season. After 2,5 hours, you were all fried and while you were drinking; Leah squirted her waterbottle at you making your white top and white sports bra see-through.”Leah!!” You yelled as you got up while removing the cap on your bottle as you attacked her and forced her to the ground while you sat on her. You held the bottle above her head and slowly poured everything out on her head. Katie looked at you annoyed, “For fucks sake, stop flirting” You looked at her with confidence while my nipples were showing through my top. “Jealous of you not getting these?” You teased as she just stared. “Or perhaps you are intimidated by my ability to uno reverse your tackles?” followed by a wink. “Fuck you, Y/N” she yelled as she walked away. It was safe to say, that she was not gonna get to pick on you for the next 5 years.