#omg I wonder if their dogs dress up?

[crimsonblackrose]

My cousin invited me over for Halloween. I’d planned to hang out with my aunt because my uncle has a work trip that popped up kind of last minute. But man the idea of going back home and staying at the goth house with the two full stocked bars and the dog that loves me for a Halloween party is tempting. So tempting.

[subbypeterparker]

Hi!, I was wondering if you could do NSFW headcannons for Ethan Landry 🤭

Ugh you guys know just what to ask me 😫

warnings: NSFW below the cut!!

first things first, this man is 100% a complete and total sub

let’s be honest, with me we knew this was coming ;)

big on being pinned down ;) doesn’t matter if it’s through actual restraints, or your hands, he’ll be a blushing mess

such a sleeper after sex. as much as you’d love to do proper aftercare, he just instantly falls asleep (don’t worry, you take care of him as soon as he wakes up)

Ethan might be the biggest crier known to man (i’m biased, and think all puppy dog eyes give off that energy)

omfg there is nothing prettier than his eyes when the poor thing tears up

whiner (VERY vocal)

it’s a goddamn miracle chad hasn’t complained about the noise when you two fuck, as Ethan is the loudest person ever

moans, groans, whines, pleas and begs; he does it all, and does it very well

huge on getting choked. breath play is possibly his biggest turn on, and the simple feeling of your gentle hands wrapping around his neck just gets him going

into knife play…but only slightly! he doesn’t want his skin to actually be pierced by a blade, but the uncertainty of what you’ll do to him has him arching into the blade

he thrusts his hips a lot by accident, and usually while he’s inside you somehow (might end up being too rough, and you have to pin him down)

i’d like to think he’s very very sensitive (nipples, his pretty little tip, everything 🤭)

mommy and ma’am kinks. i will take no further arguments, he’s so so into things like that

“yes mommy” is his voice omg 😵‍💫

not big on fluids like spit, but oh my lord is he into cum play

however, he’s not 100% against the idea of you spitting in his mouth

big stutterer when he’s so into it. can’t form sentences, much less actual words

fully convinced he’s an everything man. boobs and butts, never just one

this just means he’s handys with everything he can reach, and you can fully expect him to have his mouth all over you, leaving hickies as he moves

honestly is into role play. as a nerd, his biggest thing is having his partner dress up as a character he fantasizes about

bonus points if it a dominant woman

very into humiliation. sitting with all your friends, while your hand secretly strokes his cock, and all the poor thing can do is sit there and take it

he’s the world’s #1 praise fan!! you heard it here first: whether it’s praising you (“god you feel so good”) between moans, or when you praise him (“baby you’re doing such a good job”), his brain goes numb, and he just becomes your toy to play with

he is however very into degradation, especially if you tie it in with hitting him 😋

pain. kink.

leave bruises and bite marks all over him, and this man will cum on the spot

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he is possibly my new favourite person i will write for (dw though, peter is here to stay 😋) but jack champion is just the sweetest guy i’ve ever seen, and i’m considering writing for him too (but it would just be fluff and angst)

[sansaorgana]

omg I literally came across your work today and it was so awesome!!!! I was wondering if you’d be comfortable writing a more dominant buck cleven with his young wife and then another one which is buck cleven meeting a young girl and their love story with the the war timeline super cute fluff.

Of course it us up to you if you want to do it. But i just wanted to say how mych i love your work and i look forward to seeing more!! ❤️😊❤️😊❤️😊

hey, love! 💐 so, I googled Buck's age and apparently he was quite young during the war. because of Austin, I thought that he was like in his 30s. but apparently he was born in 1918, so he was only like 25 in 1943. and I'm not very comfy with writing readers who are "barely legal" in age gap relationships, so I didn't focus much on reader's age here. I mean, even if she's his age, then she's still a young girl 😂

this fic takes place after the war and they are married. Buck works at some military base idk it's not really mentioned nor important lol. he's rougher here than in the previous one but not very rough either because I think he's overall a softie for his girl 🤭 Buck and reader are in a traditional marriage 🥧

when it comes to the second idea with the war timeline, it's like a multichapter fic idea and I am not in the right headspace to write something so long at the moment. I am sorry, boo 🥺

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

Being married to Buck Cleven was a dream come true and you just wanted to make everything right. You would wake up an hour before him to put your make up on, get dressed in a cute dress and an apron, to take out the curlers out of your hair. And to prepare him a warm breakfast that would be ready when he is awake. You were helping Buck to get ready for work and then you would go grocery shopping. Then you would clean the house and cook dinner. In the meantime the dog your husband had brought from the war – Meatball – required some of your attention as well. He had to be fed and wanted to go out on a long walk once a day. He was a Husky so running around the garden was not enough for him.

It wasn't as easy to be a housewife as some women pictured it. It wasn't as peaceful and calm and relaxing. But it was worth everything. Your husband's smile and kisses on the cheek. You just wanted to make him happy. It was like you were infected with the affection because making him happy was everything that mattered. You never wanted him to complain or start looking for fun outside the house. You wanted to be his everything as much as he was yours.

And today you decided to bake him a pie. It was Friday and he had a long and stressful week. You wanted to make him a sweet and sour cherry pie to show him how much you loved and appreciated him. But everything seemed to go wrong with it. You were slow on that day and your first try was a disaster. You had to throw it away and start all over again, angry at yourself. Your cheeks and nose were stained with flour and your hands were red from the cherries' juice. You were so frustrated, you didn't notice what time it had already been.

You were so focused on kneading the dough that you didn't hear the sound of the car parking outside. Perhaps you did but you thought it was the neighbor. There was no reason why your husband would be home so early, right?

It wasn't early at all, though. It was exactly the same time when Buck would come back home every day. And he was surprised not to see you standing behind the window and waiting for him with a soft smile. It made him worry a little.

And then he walked inside the house and didn't see you in the corridor to take his jacket and give him a kiss. That was more than unusual indeed. He looked around and sighed before taking the jacket off on his own and hanging it on the wall. It didn't feel the same without your soft fingers helping him and your sweet lips asking him about his day. He missed your eyes sparkling at the sight of him, your loving smile, your lovely scent. Your warm lips on his cheek, staining it slightly with a cherry red lipstick. God, he was crazy about you.

"Baby?" he asked in a soft voice. The very first place he checked was the kitchen and there you were, working passionately on something on the counter in front of you. He was facing your back so he had no idea what it could be. "Baby?" he asked once again and you jumped a little at the sound.

Your heart pounded in your chest. You got scared by your husband's voice but you also were scared that he was back so soon. You took a quick glance at the clock on the wall and swallowed thickly. Yes, it made perfect sense that he was home already. And you didn't have the pie ready yet.

Hell, you didn't even have the dinner ready at all!

"Oh, Buck!" you sobbed and turned around. He furrowed his brows at that sudden outburst and your face stained with flour. Then he noticed your red hands.

"Is everything alright, sweetheart?" he hurried to your side and grabbed your wrists. "What's going on? Is that blood?"

"Hm? What? No, no," you sniffed. "It's cherries," you explained and he sighed with relief. "I wanted to make you a cherry pie. But I'm slow today and I ruined the first one. I wanted to make it again, I lost the track of time… I didn't prepare dinner either… Oh goodness, I am the worst wife ever. You must regret marrying me. I'm so sorry," you sobbed again and looked down, avoiding his gaze.

Buck was left speechless at this little scene. He had no idea you felt this way.

"What are you talking about, doll?" he asked carefully and tried to wipe the flour away from your cheeks but he only smudged it in the process. You looked adorable like that to him, though. He only wished you didn't cry. It was making him feel physical pain deep in his chest to see you sad like this. You were his girl and his job was to make you happy. "You're the best wife I could ever wish for. Every day I ask myself how the hell did I get so lucky."

"R-really?" you bit on your lower lip and looked up at him with wet eyes. "I'm a mess."

"We all make a mess sometimes," Buck shushed you and leaned in to place a soft kiss upon your lips. "And no one makes a prettier mess than you do, darling," he added with a smirk.

In one swift motion he lifted you up and turned around to sit you up on the empty counter. You were surprised that he rewarded your failure with a kiss but you couldn't complain. You crossed your legs behind him and put your fingers in his golden hair. You let out a sweet moan into his mouth and felt your cheeks heating up.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, ashamed of yourself. You didn't want your husband to think you were dirty or easy like any harlot.

"Oh God, what are you sorry for?" Buck seemed to be excited, though. He leaned in even closer and placed another kiss upon your lips, more heated this time. His hair was a mess now from all your tugging, his locks were falling on his forehead and tickling your face. "You have absolutely no idea how crazy you make me, baby," he whispered between one passionte kiss and another.

His big hands dropped from your waist to tug on the hems of your dress and apron. He lifted them up as much as he could as his fingers started to roam all over your stockings and the naked skin of your thighs where the straps of your stockings were. You wanted him to touch you between your legs so badly but you didn't want to say it out loud.

"You have to ask for it, baby," he teased, knowing your desires perfectly well, and you could feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment. "Be a good girl and ask for it, come on," he encouraged you.

"P-please…" you breathed out but he wasn't satisfied.

"Please? You're asking for something. Tell me what it is," he mocked you as his fingertips circled upon the hot, naked skin of your inner thigh.

"I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you, darling," he smirked and you bit on your lower lip. Why did he want you to say this out loud? Wives shouldn't say such things.

"I want you to touch me between my legs," you whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Louder," Buck commanded. He gave you a very intense and serious look that scared you a little but it also motivated you to obey him.

"Touch me between my legs. I need you there," you dared to say out loud.

"Wasn't that difficult, was it, sweet baby?" he cooed to you and you gasped at the feeling of his fingers on your wet panties. He laughed softly. "So wet already?"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry. What are you sorry for?" he grabbed your cheeks with his free hand and made you look into his eyes. "The only thing you should be sorry about is how crazy you drive me."

You nodded, unsurely, and when he saw that you no longer fight him about it, he stopped squeezing your cheeks and put his long fingers inside your mouth instead. You were surprised at that but you quickly understood what he expected from you. You started to suck on them while staring intensly and lustfully into his bright blue eyes.

"God, you're a sight," he moaned and his fingers got inside your panties to rub on your heated center. Feeling his rough fingertips on your clit made a shiver run down your spine as you jumped a little on the counter. He chuckled and took his hand away. "Taste it," he removed his fingers from your mouth and placed his other hand in front of your mouth. You winced a little at the sight of how wet his fingers were, coated with your juices. "I want you to taste how sweet you are," he insisted and you opened your mouth unsurely. But the moment he put his fingers inside, you started to suck them clean. You wanted to obey your husband.

Buck's free hand focused on tearing your panties and leaving them in shreds on the floor. He had never done that before but you very much enjoyed how hungry he seemed to be for you.

"And?" he asked teasingly after removing his fingers from your mouth and wiping the drool from the corners of your mouth.

"Sweet," you agreed with him because he wouldn't accept any other answer anyway.

"Damn you are," he nodded before grabbing your hips again and pulling you closer to get better access to you. Your center was pressed to his crotch and you could feel that his trousers seemed to be too tight.

You let your hands wander to his belt to undo it while kissing him as your foreheads were pressed to each other's. The kisses were sloppy and nearly desperate as if you needed him more than air to breathe.

"Let me," Buck moved your hands away to work on his belt and you grabbed his arms instead to keep yourself steady and hold him close. Not long after you felt him between your legs, rubbing the tip on your wet and swollen clit. "Baby?" he asked to make sure.

"Go on," you nodded and dug your nails into the sleeves of his shirt at the feeling of him sliding inside. It made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"You're such a doll," he whispered before hiding his face in the crook of your neck to suck on your sensitive skin and make you moan. Usually you tried to be quiet but it seemed like he wanted to hear you because every time you tried to keep it on the low, he would suck and tease more with his tongue, making it impossible to stay quiet. Your sounds were like a symphony to him and he wanted you to finally realize that.

"Oh, Buck," you sighed as his hips started to thrust faster. You felt him so deep that your eyes filled with tears. It was a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain that you never wanted to stop. However, your body twitched slightly as if it tried to get away from the intense, overwhelming feeling.

"Stay still when I'm trying to put a baby in you, will ya?" Buck growled into your neck and it made you feel dizzy. Your fingers dug even deeper as your back arched to feel him at a different angle. It soon became too much to handle and you felt the knot forming in your stomach. Having Buck's baby would only make you happier and even more fulfilled as his wife. It would be a dream come true to carry his son or daughter and let everyone know you were his wife. You wanted it more than anything else.

You came with a loud moan while tugging on Buck's hair. You squeezed him so tight that he came shortly after. His hips thrusted chaotically and you felt him biting your neck to muffle his own moan as your womb filled with his warm seed. You loved that feeling. It was making you feel like you were his more than anything else.

Now when the heated moment was over, you felt a bit awkward with what had just happened. You were the first one to move away carefully and fixed your hair. Buck watched you while breathing heavily with his hair ruffled and forehead covered with sweat. He put his trousers back on and worked on his belt as you tried to jump off the counter but you almost fell down in the process because your legs shaked so much. Buck caught you swiftly.

"Be careful, baby," he pulled you close to hug you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I need to make dinner," you explained.

"No, you don't," he shook his head. "Get dressed and we'll go to town."

"Really? I don't have to cook?" you asked, surprised.

"No. And, in fact, I think we should be going out to eat every Friday. I don't want you to spend every day in the kitchen, sweetheart," Buck rubbed your back.

"But… But I'm your wife," you tried to protest.

"Exactly," he nodded and lifted your chin up, "and I'm your husband and it's my goddamn job to look after you. And the baby," he winked.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[gimyeongbestboy]

Damn Samuel simps are thirsty huh (same but I wanna dom him so slightly different from the ones that want him to step on them) BUT I am here to ask for hcs or something where Johan falls for a girl that makes him hot meals. He needs the nutrients. Straight up one of the dudes that will fall for you if you feed him. One of the prime examples of "best way to a man's heart is his stomach".

Seaweed Soup and Curry

Pairing: Johan Seong x Reader

an: omg anon, your request has been in my ask box for so long! I kept you waiting for a long time lmao. I hope you enjoy this one! Also, I have not proof-read this

During a specific time of night, you always notice guy with brown hair looking through the small make shift window of the tarpaulin tent that houses your family's snack bar. Dressed in all black, his tall figure, blends in with the dim lighting outside the snack bar. You don't know how long you've been staring at him, but it seems like he noticed you staring at him before you can realize what you're doing. You tried calling out to him, but he walked away before you even got the chance to. For the following nights to come, this is how your meeting with him would take place.

Friday night comes, and you made sure to hide behind the tarpaulin snack bar waiting for the time when he usually comes around-- 10pm. You waited for a couple of minutes to pass before coming around, and sure enough, there he is standing in-front of the snack bar, a white dog sitting next to him. The dog noticed you, and gave a small bark towards your direction causing him to look towards you.

"Hey, I noticed you're always here during this time looking through. Aren't you going to go in? You're always lurking out here like weirdo." You raised your brow as you study his face in the dim lighting. You aren't going to lie, this guy looks quite attractive. The yellow lights of the street lights bounces off his brown hair making seem like he has a halo on his head. An angel on earth perhaps?

"How long have you been there?" His question snapped you out of the trance you were about to enter when admiring his face.

"Not long, I was hoping to catch you actually."

"And I'm the weirdo?"

"Hey! Any one in their right mind would wonder why some guy keeps staring, but never buy anything! Much less enter!"

"It's called window shopping, dumbass." His rebuttal got you confused. Who even window shops food? But before you can get the words out of your mouth, he had already walked away with his dog on his tail. You're not sure why, but you hoped that he would come again tomorrow night.

When the next night came, you waited for him outside in-front of the snack bar unlike last time, and sure enough, he came again at the same time. He paused in his tracks when he noticed you standing outside the snack bar with your hands inside your apron pocket.

Upon noticing his arrival you told him, "Follow me inside." You grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the snack bar. There were three tables inside and a few folding chairs around the tables. You pulled him directly towards an empty table made him sit. "We have rice and curry, fried chicken, tteokbokki and seaweed soup. What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry." He said pointedly, looking you straight in the eyes with his dark pretty eyes. As he said this, his stomach growled loud enough to catch the attention of his dog.

"Just tell me what you want. My grandma figures that you're probably 'window shopping' outside because you're hungry." You said as you pointed towards your grandma sitting behind the counter. "Just tell me what you want before I change my mind."

"I don't want your charity." He said as he glimpsed at the food.

"Look here, uhhh..."

"Johan" Johan was unsure why he told you his name, but when he gave it out anyways. It was quite unusual for him. Often times, he would just stay quite and leave the other person hanging.

"Look here, Johan. Do I look like I got room to be charitable. I'm not doing this to be charitable. My grandma would probably kill me if I let you starve any further."

Johan smirked and said, "I wouldn't mind seeing that."

"Forget it, I'll just choose for you." You walked behind the counter where the small make shift kitchen is. Using the ingredients the prepped ingredients, you made a quick and easy curry and served it to him on top of hot white rice. "Here, don't worry about paying for it, and if you feel like you should pay, you can pay me by helping my grandma grocery shop."

"Thanks, but shouldn't you be helping your grandma though?" Johan asked as politely as he could.

"Well yeah, but I'm in school during the day, so I can't help grandma."

Johan nods as he silently ate the food that was served to him. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Soon enough it's been a year ever since Johan started helping out your grandma. Sometimes, he'd even help out setting up the stall or cleaning up at the end of the night. Ever since then you and Johan have gotten closer. You'd have banters all the time so much so, that some customers have said that the two of you banter like an old married couple. You would simply brush off the comment and say, "as if I'd marry him." The redness of your entire face kind of give away how flustered you are because of the comment.

Today is the weekend, and as you were setting up there was a guy wearing a tracksuit that came up to you handing you a package meant for Johan. A few hours later, Johan came with your grandma with the prepped ingredients for tonight's menu.

"Hey Johan, this came for you earlier. Some guy named Zack dropped it off earlier for you." You informed Johan as you handed him a neatly wrapped gift. "He said, 'Happy Birthday and come home.'"

Johan grabbed the gift from you and thanked you. Before he can go on about his day you asked, "How come you never said today is your birthday?"

"Why? Were you planning on getting me a gift?" He asked in a teasing voice.

"No, you ass." You rolled your eyes and get to cooking. Not long after, you came back to him with a small steaming hot pot filled with seaweed soup. Johan looked up at you in surprise as you set the soup down on the table in-front of him.

"It's seaweed soup. You probably haven't had some in a while ever since you left home, so I thought I'd make you some. Happy Birthday Johan." Johan felt a comforting warmth envelope him as he watches the small and gentle smile on your face. The smile may have been small, but it's the kind of smile that reaches your eyes-- making them shine despite the terrible lighting in the snack bar. Out of all the food you've made for him, curry is his favourite as well as the seaweed soup you've made for him on his birthday.

[b1mbodoll]

omg!!!!! the seeun + yunjin dranble ^○^ mind is so empty they were so perfect <3 thank you for writing them u literally r so insanely talented (and so so cool i am such a big fan! read: kiss me on the mouth) 😵‍💫 also omg the ghostface thoughts????? so insane i actually started loosing my mind ^^

just imagine ghostface!siblings jakehoon who have been watching you, their adorable little neighbor from their window when you dress yourself and strip at night (￣^￣)ゞ n when they get the idea to get in your pants finally, they cant stop calling you and telling you to touch yourself over the phone with your room lights on so they can see and hear you :( and later when they decide to sneak in your house (while your parents are there!!!!!!!) and fuck u silly in your childhood bed saying it would be such a shame not to make you a mommy 🎀🎀🎀 n telling you how cute u would look with cum all over u! and all u can do is take it while you beg them to stop (but your body is saying something different!!!)

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: jake sim + park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: noncon + stalking + voyeurism + ghostface! stepbrothers! jakehoon + neighbor! reader + exhibitionism + pregnancy + virgin! reader + manipulation + gaslighting + oral + mention of hymen breaking + dacryphilia + lactation + objectification

💌: im soso glad u liked them <3 i literally Have to smooch u bc u r just the sweetest ever n ur lil msgs make me smile sm bc i nvr thought my silly lil writing was good enough to deserve ur kind words??? we r bffs now i hope u know this

stepbros! jakehoon being so sick n depraved they get off on scaring you into putting on a lil show for them. tell you to keep ur blinds open n lamp on while you touch yourself for them <3 tell u that if you dont put ur phone up to ur cunt so they can hear, that theyre gonna break in n touch your pussy themselves. ghostface! jake is the sweeter of the two, calls you pretty while ur knuckles deep in your cunt n tells you that ur bein’ such a good girl, promises to reward you when they get the courage to break in. ghostface! hoon is a fucking sadist. his dick hardens at the mere thought of pushing past your hymen n breaking it, wonders if you’ll cry from the pain or not even bother wasting ur tears bc you know worse things r coming.

they follow you around while ur running errands and then later that night, call you up n explain in great detail how you looked n what you did today ^^ hoon can’t help it n starts calling you all sorts of mean names bc how could you not realize they were following you? “you’re nothing but a dumb fucking bimbo made for us to toy with, understand? can’t believe you’re so clueless you didn’t see us,” he taunts, “or did you? maybe you saw us ‘nd didnt say a word cus you want us just as bad as we want you, yeah?” you shake your head at his words, phone almost slipping from your grasp while he continues to mock you. “no! i didn’t see you ‘nd i don’t want this please jus’ leave me alone!” you’re so frustrated. for weeks they’ve been insisting you’re a freak that wants to get dicked down by ur stalkers and you’re starting to believe it.

jake and sunghoon break into your house sometimes when ur in the shower. they lay in your bed and jerk their cocks together, cum making a mess of your pillows. steal some dirty panties too bc they r so desperate for your pussy n when they get back to their house the boys sniff ur panties like dogs ^^

they stop calling for a couple of weeks n let you think ur finally free from their torment, but when you find yourself impaled on sunghoon’s cock as jake slaps his dick on ur cheeks before sliding down your throat, you start sobbing bc how could you be so stupid as to think they’d seriously leave you alone? you belong to them whether you know it or not and they show you. make you suck them off at the same time n the brothers do their best to cover ur entire face with cum <3 wna make you completely unrecognizable by painting ur face with it n it makes you clench ur thighs bc the fact that they wna keep u for themselves must mean they’re in love with you.

the first time sunghoon fucks your pussy he instantly becomes obsessed. shoots his load deep inside when your hymen breaks bc the feeling made you cum first, pussy leaving a ring of cum n blood around his thick cock. the two of them are infatuated with your pussy ‘nd fill you up with load after load of cum even if your parents are home. jake’s fixation on your innocence is so sick, makes you cuddle one of ur childhood plushies as his dick rearranges your insides <3 likes when you bite them to keep quiet too

ghostface! jakehoon r also into the idea of getting u pregnant. tell you theyre gonna ruin your “mommycunt” n milk your tits like a cow bc ur nothing more than a breeding bitch to them

[whatitshouldvebeen]

(no idea if these even go through, first time pls be patient with me) i’ve been going through your blog for a few days and i am loooving it omg i love the way you write so much! i was wondering what you would think would go down when,

a victim using reader as bait to let the victim go

a victim hurting reader (mistook as a family member) or

A victim dragging reader out an exit to escape also (thinking she’s another person trapped there) please don’t feel like you have to answer all, (or even answer at all) you have your own life and you can make your own decisions in life :) 👋

A Dog's Loyalty

I wrote this as a combo of all three requests of yours!

Description: Ana tries to escape with you, but you don't want to leave

Warnings: blood, injury

"Oh my god, Leland, there's someone else in here!"

You looked up at her, your eyes wide. You were huddled in the corner of Johnny's shack, frozen in place. It had been months since you saw another person; you'd almost forgotten anyone but Johnny truly existed.

"Don't worry, hun, we'll get you out. My name is Ana, what's yours?" the young woman asked, working to untie the rope from around your ankle. She had the most beautiful tan skin, her dark hair matted with sweat but still cascading in pretty waves down to her shoulders. The guy she'd called Leland kept watch, peeking out of the cracked front door anxiously.

You hesitantly told her your name, and she smiled as she helped you up from the floor. "I think our friend Julie already unlocked the front gate. We just have to get there without getting caught."

Leland signaled that the coast was clear, sliding through the crack in the door. Ana waited for you to go, and you marveled at how easy it was to get through now. You'd been here so long you'd lost a lot of weight since the first time you'd been sneaking around trying to escape.

You're almost blinded by the light as you emerge on the other side. How long had it been since you'd been outside? You couldn't even remember. Months? A year? Longer?

Ana came out after you, and not long after the three of you heard a chainsaw revving. Ana pulled you into some tall grass while Leland ran away from the exit, drawing the attention of the man you'd heard Johnny refer to as "big boy," who yelled in outrage as he chased after him.

"Come on, now's our chance!" Ana said, grabbing your hand. You stumbled after her, not used to running after so long locked away.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

The voice stopped you in your tracks, only a few feet from the gate. Ana looked at you incredulously and tried to pull you toward the gate.

"Come on! He's coming!!" She screamed, tugging at you. You stayed rooted in place, your ears burning.

"Be a good girl and stay right where you are." Johnny rounded the corner of the white picket fence, walking so slowly you probably could get away if you started running. But you didn't.

"Oh my god, you're one of them, aren't you?!" Ana accused, pulling your back against her chest. She took out a bone scrap and held it to your neck, her breathing erratic.

"Let me and Leland go, or I'll kill her!" Ana said, pressing the scrap against your neck and backing up toward the gate. You winced, but it wasn't anything new to have a sharp edge threaten your life.

Johnny stopped, his eyes narrowing.

"'Fraid I can't do that. Your friend is already in the basement being chopped up as we speak."

Ana swallowed harshly. "You piece of shit! You're lying!"

Johnny grinned. "Stick around fer dinner and I'll let you see him again, all dressed in some nice gravy ‘n chitlins."

Ana's tears fell on your shoulder as her back ran into the gate. Johnny stayed where he was, his fingers twitching at his side.

"Johnny," you whispered, trying not to move.

"Obviously, she wants to stay. Keep her," Ana said, shoving the gate open. She then took the bone scrap and jabbed it into your thigh, throwing you to the side.

You screamed as you fell to the ground, blood welling around the bone scrap. Johnny let out a feral growl before lunging, moving faster than you'd ever seen him move.

"Help me!" Ana screamed, running out onto the road. Johnny moved twice as fast, fueled by rage as he grabbed her around her midsection. He didn't hesitate before dragging his blade across her throat, her blood fanning out through the air and splattering on the road. He let her drop to the road, discarded, and you heard him run back through the gate.

He collected you in his arms, sitting on the dusty ground and holding you close.

"Are you okay baby?" He asked, gently stroking your hair from your face. He looked down at your leg and winced, the first time you've ever seen him queasy at the sight of an injury.

You nodded, though your face was pallid and your fingertips felt cold.

"I… need a bandaid…"

Johnny laughed and nodded. "I'll get ya one. Come on." He picked you up easily, cradling you against his chest. Instead of taking you to his shack, he brought you into Nancy's house for the first time. Once inside he laid you out on the dining room table, much like the meals they'd served over the years.

He rushed to the bathroom and brought back gauze.

"This is gonna hurt sugar. Here." He unbuckled his belt and put it between your teeth. "Bite down on this, alright?"

You nodded, and he smiled. "Good girl. One… two…" He then yanked the bone scrap from your thigh.

You wailed, more thick blood oozing out onto the table. Johnny poured alcohol over the wound, making the pain almost unbearable. He then, as quickly as he could, wrapped your leg in gauze. You felt your vision getting fuzzy as you began to fade. But then, Johnny leaned over the table, took his belt back, and kissed you.

Your heart instantly picked up, and your eyes focused on him as he pulled back, his cocked grin on his handsome face.

"You showed your loyalty today, sugar. I knew you were special." He kissed you again, and even though your arms were weak you still wrapped them around his neck. When he pulled back, he looked happier than you'd ever seen him.

"Welcome to the family."

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Pairing: Husband!Henry x Pregnant!Reader

summary: fans on social media are absolutely in love with Henry and Y/n's relationship, and can’t ignore the fact that the woman is stunningly glowing !Fluff!

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We’re Building our baby’s Crib‼️

Uploaded: 10 minutes ago

Comments:

@/tokyodrifter129: Ok but who knew watching a man building a crib could be such a turn on?!

> @/Y/nCavill: Babe I was thinkin the exact same thing 😭 it’s like porn for me now

>> @bulkyhulk: OMG SHE IS SUCH A MOOD I CANT BELIEVE SHE REPLIED TO YOUR COMMENT

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@/lizziedwire: Y/n is so cute with her baby bump🥺 The way her hand is just constantly touching on it and the way she smiles at her tummy just makes me wanna cry my eyes out. She’s so precious

> @/marvelledsire: let’s talk about her pregnancy glow though?? Like don’t get me wrong the woman was already stunning before, but even i’m findin her irresistible to look at

@/livingonntheflatearth: Did anyone notice in the video when Henry was reading the instruction manual to the crib, and his other hand was just rubbing Y/n's stomach mindlessly. I just know he positioned her rocking chair right there for that exact reason. But also I can’t blame her if she just wanted to watch him up close 🤪

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@/Cavillsfangirl00: Their nursery is so cutely decorated, all the pastel stuffies and toys on the shelves; DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE SUPERHERO BABY BOOKS THEY HAVE. I’m volunteering to be reincarnated as their baby

> @/leavemealonepls: Watching Henry in a vest top and shorts trying to build a crib, is something we didn’t know we needed. Thank you Y/n for posting this😭😭

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@/Tacosandcheese: Henry leaning his head up like a kid to ask Y/n for a kiss as a reward gets me all giggly every time. Who knew a man needed a kiss after every hammer hit☠️

> @/clarkentwho: Y/n looks so done with him every time he put his head up for that😭 but did you see how she always ended up smiling into their kiss?! I’m sleeping on the highway tonight for real

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@/369girlswannadrink: My favourite part of this video has to be when Henry accidentally dropped a bit of wood too loud and instantly turned around to Y/n, scared that he had “woken the weep chap”

> @/presidentofyourheart: Mine was when he finished the crib and him and Y/n started placing the mattress in it, you could see them both tearing up when they were hugging that dog stuffed toy they had😩

>> @/Saneiofanhere: How about when Y/n was sat eating baby sausages and every few seconds Henry would open his mouth and she’d try to aim one into it, then at one point she just got grouchy cause she ran out and he went and got her more. Sausage queen

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@/noobmasterer: Y/n is absolutely stunning in her maternity dress, i’m actually in awe, what a goddess

> @/henrycavill: yeah imagine how I feel waking up to her everyday

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@/beyoncesbackupdancer: Yall remember when they just revealed their pregnancy, AND HENRY CHANGED ALL HIS BIOS TO SAY “Future dad” This man is so extra i love it

> @/jellybaby: Can we blame him though? Mans has waited ages for a woman like her and waited even more for his own family. He deserves it sm!!

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@/Iminlove: I nearly cried when the baby kicked Y/n’s stomach in the video and Henry dropped everything to go to her side to soothe the baby, with gentle kisses and cuddles😭😭

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@/princesspopper: No lie I saw them buying the crib in ikea, and Henry was complaining wondering why the baby couldn’t sleep with them☠️☠️ Y/n had to hit him up the head and remind him that he can’t squish the poor thing

> @/princesspopper: THEN Y/n hugged him but she couldn’t cause of her stomach so he went around and hugged her from behind. I’m jealous can you tell

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@/britishenthusiast: Omg the plaster cast of Y/n's bump in the background is so fricking cute, I heard that Henry did it himself at home.

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@/bringitonsatan: I hate how there’s still fans hating on this beautiful family, CANT YOU SEE THEYRE LITERAL PERFECTION

> @/emmalovescake: omg yeah i know right, you can clearly see how much love they have for each other just by their eyes, I can’t imagine what they’re going to be like when their baby is here

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@/cheesytoes: Ok but Y/n ogling Henry while he’s building the crib is a mood, Henry ogling Y/n while she’s sorting out the toys is also a mood. I’m in love with them both

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@/Y/ncavillstan1: I can’t wait for vids of Y/n with their baby and singing them to sleep😭 I need to see it.

> @angelfeeder: I know AND I CAN ALREADY SEE THE BABY IN RUGBY GEAR CUS OF HENRY OMG

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@/Y/nCavill: @/HenryCavill you purposely put the bar of this crib too high, I can’t get out of it

> @/Henrycavill: I told you not to get in it pet, luckily it’s big enough for a feckn bear

>> @/Y/nCavill: Please baby i’m gonna piss myself, I just wanted to check if it was comfortable enough for our baby boo 🥺

>>> @/HenryCavill: Alright babs i’m coming up now

>>>> @/supermanreds: stop it. The cuteness is too much.

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[dollcherray]

HI I SAW YOU WERE PART OF THE SMG4 FANDOM!!! IM SO HAPPI, so I was wondering if you could do a smg3 x gothic reader 😱 if u dont wanna then me understand 😼 U MAKE THE BEST FREAKING FANFICS OR WHATEVER THEIR CALLED😍

୨୧ RUNWAY WALK ✮⋆˙

SMG3 X GOTHIC READER

A/N: Me love you for requesting me thank you for appreciating me writing, me happy because you (pookie) like me (evil adhd) silly writing, me smooch you now. (Also i dont know MUCH about goth subculture so forgive me if i fuck up AURGH)

Type: Romantic, fluff, headcanons.

Warnings: only some mentions of rituals? thats it ig

Song: II Sextile - Visions of You

Playlist: Breakcore fatal frame

✮⋆˙ Code red: He is deeply in love, i repeat he is deeply in love, you have turned him into a total dog for you, YOU BROKE HIM!!! (bonus points if you are taller than him)

✮⋆˙ He really LOVES your style, clothing and makeup, ESPECIALLY your makeup, but if its before you two date he didnt admit it so he did some kind of teasing because this man was too embarrassed to tell you that he finds your "style" attractive, so instead of owning up to it he would call you "edgelord".

✮⋆˙ I think he would have complimented you without you knowing before you guys got into dating, like you know those scenes in enemies to lovers films where one of the enemies goes "you look pretty" and the other asks "huh?" and the one that said the compliment would go "i said you look shitty!"? that was you two.

✮⋆˙ I think he would be a bit of a grandpa sometimes, dont get me wrong, he knows what goth is but sometimes he may ask some questions out of pure curiosity, like: "So... do u do rituals?" and stuff, basically thinking you are into witch craft (and he will be extra convinced if you are a Victorian goth)

✮⋆˙ Ok, when you two started dating he would be ALL OVER YOU, complimenting your outfit, makeup, hair and whatever you have on, he's just head over heels on your subculture, he finds it so pretty.

✮⋆˙ I think he would be a bit flabbergasted when he first saw you without your goth makeup and fit, like he would find it a little strange when you are just wearing non-goth comfy clothes, because he got too used to you with your goth fits.

✮⋆˙ Teach him about gothic music, dances and etc and he will be 100% invested, like he would just be kicking his feet like a teenage girl while you ramble about the goth culture and its story, he really likes it.

✮⋆˙ Would probably secretly try to listen to your favorite bands, just so he could talk about them to you and he would probably like it tbh, i can see him liking those type of music tbh.

✮⋆˙ Offer him a makeover and he will just accept, say no less, like you could just text him about the makeover, he could be on the other side of the world and he would just pop into your house and be like "lets go." (OMG GOTH SMG3 AKJEKWNEKSJDJRB)

✮⋆˙ One time he tried doing his own goth makeup to surprise you but it looked like he melt grease on his face and a bird shitted all over his face, it looked pretty funny but you found it very sweet.

✮⋆˙ If someone say something about your way to dress he would either just let you stand up for yourself or he would just straight up bully the person saying that they are just mad you are way cooler and prettier than them and that they wish to be so talented like you to do your makeup.

✮⋆˙ If you are or get a bit insecure to go dressed in goth in public, he would reassure you are pretty no matter what you are wearing, that you look stunning in black/red and any other color and that if someone dared to open their mouth about you he would kick their ass for you.

✮⋆˙ He just loves you no matter what <3

✮⋆˙ "Yo, look at my partner, arent they cool?"

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ellie gf headcanons pt. 2

# i’m a headcanon machine i cant be stopped… also she is literally a cheesy ass lose girlfriend this part is actually canon confirmed by naughty dog. modern au

if your native language isn’t english/speak any language other than english she is going to think you’re ten times cooler than you already are. best believe she’s hopping on duolingo first thing she gets home too so she can impress you (i know duolingo isn’t the best but she’s TRYING)

she took spanish in high school though

even though she can’t retain the info for shit she will search up terms of endearment in your language and call you them all the time even if you think its corny she can’t stop

whenever someone asks her what her type is she just says “my girl” with the most stupid grin on her face

she fidgets SO much omg she doesn’t wear rings often but when she does (you said they looked nice one time and all of a sudden she’s wearing rings every time you see her) she’s constantly playing with them. she also plays with the strings of her hoodie/loose threads etc.

*playing basketball* “this one’s for you babe” *completely misses*

such a nerd for collectibles!! has been since she was a kid. she has funko pops, vinyls, pokemon cards, snowglobes, plushies, smiskis, calico critters she’s a slave to capitalism

little social media presence. her only instagram account is basically a photo dump which is private with only her closest friends following it. (spoiler alert, most of the pictures are of the two of you)

in the last post i said she’s have a pet gecko but i also strongly believe joel would have a dog. could be a teeny tiny chihuahua or a fucking great dane idk just give my man a good friend! ellie also loves that dog (whatever it is) dearly

doesn’t have any piercings and doesn’t ever consider it unless you say that they’d look good on her… your word is her law FR 😭😭😂😂

okay no she’s not dependent on you to the point of it being toxic though. HOWEVER it’s a bit hard for her to express when she feels upset sometimes and gets jealous easily but she tries her best to communicate and keep it healthy

she has her tattoos though of course. although this is a modern au so she’d have different ones i guess… forearm one is definitely in the cards but also lots of tiny little ones. a few for her friends and family and a few she got in a drunken stupor

pottery lesbian that’s it

gets SOOO red when she’s drunk i dont care what anyone says her alcohol tolerance is average at best

i think she would play a sport sometimes. like volleyball. she plays competitively if she’s in school and she always wants you to come “watch your girlfriend be cool”. bring a sign - she’ll love it

kisses and hugs u after the game while she’s all sweaty too…ew but aw

she also really likes animated movies, not disney but like how to train your dragon and the spiderverse and puss in boots (im projecting). she went to see barbie and oppenheimer on the same day and she didn’t dress up but the spirit was there!!

she’s not a gymbro per se but joel probably would have workout equipment in the basement which ellie uses from time to time. and she’s just naturally lean because she’s an active person. pls tell her how big and strong and sexy and amazing she is

ok fine i think she likes being praised AND SHE DESERVES ITT like she’s such a wonderful girlfriend ❤️ ugh shes perfect I CANT STAND HER

goodnight and good morning texts are part of her routine

sunburns easily so you have to remind her to wear sunscreen all the time

doesn’t really know how to do makeup but she’ll paint your nails for you and do your hair

whenever the two of you spend the night together she’s usually last to get up. this bitch could sleep through the rapture i’m not kidding but it’s okay because it gives you time to admire her pretty face as she sleeps in peace and quiet for once

takes the aux very seriously you guys HAVE to share it. unless you like the same music and i think she would like radiohead, joy division, deftones and loser sad songs like that…. she also is a big fan of the spiderverse soundtrack and kendrick lamar though and thee stallion 😜 (i have two wolves inside me)

please reblog mwah thank you!!

[1whore1gang]

its the little things 🤍

PART 8!! Woo

catch up HERE

There’s a very small easter egg in this story and if you catch it, you can have a cookie 🍪

Warnings: VIOLENCE, VERY GORY VIOLENCE , cursing, you get hit/attacked by a man, lots of angst, lots of hurt

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. THIS CHAPTER IS A FUCKED UP AND I CANNOT STRESS THE WARNINGS ENOUGH!!! MDNI!! PLEASE ADHERE TO THE WARNINGS!!!

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IM SO SORRY IF I FORGOT YOU PLZ FORGIVE ME

i’m so sorry but omg i’m in love with this chapter although it’s VERY SHORT

The way you looked down at the note, you could feel your heart breaking. He had left you alone without any warning or notice, and 3 days early.

My dearest Y/N,

I know this is going to hurt you, and I know I’m in for it when I call you next. Please answer that call so I can explain everything. Just know this was not my choice, and it was all so out of my hands. I promise to you that I will make it up to you the moment your feet step onto the tarmac of base. I miss you already and I am so sorry baby.

I have arranged for you to stay in my tent versus your small one. This way you have access to a shower, bathroom and a real bed with A/C. If anyone gives you problems, drop Laswell’s name, she’ll cover for you.

I love you so much and I hope you will hear me out.

Your John

You felt hot tears stain the collar of his hoodie on your body. You felt so betrayed, yet so conflicted. Everytime you think you knew him or understood him, something like this would come up and you’d question everything.

You slammed the note back down onto the desk and went to go look at your phone, but there was nothing from him. Your phone hit the ground with a clatter as you threw it across the tent.

The anger boiled inside you, wanting any reason to boil over and explode.

“Lieutenant!!”

There was your reason.

Snyder came into your tent to find you in nothing but a hoodie, your hair a pulled up mess and your face red hot with tears. “What.” Your voice was scarily low.

“You need to be out in the field!” Snyder snapped back at you with a barking tone.

“Who the hell do you think you are to speak to me like that?” You stood up, facing him.

“I am your superior. Your guard dog won’t be able to do much when he’s gone. Get dressed.” He left the tent abruptly, leaving you alone with the silence again.

You reluctantly got dressed, leaving your tent and catching a ride to the embassy to assume your position.

While standing on guard, you realize Snyder had said ‘when he leaves’. He doesn’t know Price had left. You were still safe under the guise that Snyder was clueless. You took a deep breath and decided you had to keep up the act that Price was still here, at least for as long as you can.

And you did, for about a week. People started to whisper, wondering why they hadn’t seen Price with you in awhile. They hadn’t seen him at all in awhile.

“Lieutenant? Can I ask you a question?” One of your soldier, Private Sanchez, came up to you while at the embassy.

“Yeah what’s up Sanchez?” You turned in your chair to look at her.

“Why hasn’t anybody seen the Captain in awhile? Is everything ok? Everyone’s making up rumors but I just wanted to outright ask.” She shot you a smile. “People think he went home.”

You sigh, looking around. “He did. But I don’t go around flashing that to people because otherwise I won’t have it to easy.” You trusted Sanchez, she’s really proven herself on this mission and was easily up for promotion when you got back to base.

“With Snyder?”

You nod. “Yeah. You having problems too?”

She nods. “You could say that. He’s an asshole.” You both laugh.

“I hear ya.”

You both sat in the security office and kept each other company while on duty.

You and Sanchez found yourself doing that a lot. You’d sit and monitor the cameras together. It helped the days go by quicker. You soon forgot about Price and his note.

It was your final week on deployment in a blink. You’d never recieved any phone calls from home, not even from Shephard or Laswell. Something was going on and you were being kept from knowing.

You were headed to the mess hall when a hand wrapped around your mouth, dragging you into a dark tent, away from everyone else. “What the fuck?!”

“Shut the hell up!” A hand comes across your cheek, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. Fear riddled your body as you’re met face to face with Snyder.

“Did you just hit me?” You said, ready to square up to him.

“And I’ll do it again. Your little protector isn’t here, which means I can finally give you what you deserve.” You grabs you by the collar as you begin to yell for help, but he slams you down onto the ground, hands wrapped tightly around your throat. “You little visicious bitch. You’re going to ruin my career with that fucking attitude. Making me embarrass myself in front of the General.”

You could feel your consciousness slipping when his hands released and you sucked in oxygen like it was limited, and it was.

He quickly began to land blow after blow to your face, bloodying his knuckles with your blood. You began to do numb as your ability to fight back dwindled from the relentless attack. You felt pain everywhere, but soon, your vision blurred and all that was left was black.

(last warning before it gets fucked up)

….Lights

…Sounds

………A woman talking

…..A man yelling

….A helicopter

Your eyes barely opened due to the bright lights of the runway as you were rushed to a helipad.

You were accompanied by a nurse and one of your soldiers, Sargeant Russ. He was barking orders at everyone. You were hardly there, only hearing and seeing flashes of everything happening.

All you knew was whatever happened was bad.

You felt the gurney moving down a hallway in the way too bright hospital. You remember the beeping monitors, the masks, the masked doctors.

But not what happened to you after you knocked out.

You woke up a few days after the surgery, which you also don’t remember.

Opening your eyes, you look around to see Laswell in the corner, huddled over something. She turns when she sees you sitting up in the bed, rushing over to help you and calm you down. “You’re okay. You’re home, just in the hospital.” You look her over, wondering why she’s the one that’s here.

“What happened?” You ask. Your voice feels unrecognizable.

She sighs, sitting down on the bed next to you, facing you. “Snyder attacked you, knocked you unconscious. You lost a lot of blood honey. When they found you, you were in rough shape.”

“I remember that, but I don’t remember what happened after I blacked out. He was hitting me over and over and then I woke up here. Laswell, what did he do?” You were stern.

“I really think we should talk about it another day when you’re more rested.” She turned away from you, but you grabbed her hand.

“Please, I wanna know what that bastard did. Don’t keep secrets.” Her mouth opens as you watch her contemplate what she’s going to say next.

“Once he knew you were out, he began carving something into your abdomen, then stuck the knife there, inside of your body.” You were shocked.

You slowly reached down, moving the hospital gown to reveal your scar. On your stomach was an ‘S’. You began to shake violently until you realized something. “Where’s the stab wound?”

Laswell wouldn’t make eye contact with you. “Laswell? Where’s my stab wound?!”

Her eyes were filled with tears. “I’m so sorry.” She put her hand on your knee as she moved your legs apart to show you he had shoved the knife there.

You were stitched up to the nines, a catheter coming out of you. You were speechless, the horror of the situation hitting you like a truck. “Honey, I know. I’m so sorry. I should’ve never sent you on that mission.”

“Why is it always me?” Your voice was quiet.

“What?”

“It’s always me Laswell…every fucking mission I go on that involves other units something happens. Last time, it was being raped and beaten, and now I got knocked unconscious while a Captain shoved his knife up my vagina. What the hell have I done to deserve this?!” Your voice was raised now, tears burning your cheeks.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…” Laswell held your hand as her other wiped tears from your cheek. “This time is a little different though. Snyder is already in holding. He goes to his hearing and they plan to sentence him to life. You’ll get justice this time, much faster than last time.

She shoots you a small smile. “You don’t deserve this. We also found out Snyder has done this to woman of rank in the past. He’s a messed up man.” She sighs. “I think I have something that might cheer you up though.”

You watch her get up from the bed. “What could possibly cheer me-“ You freeze as she bends down and picks something up, no not a something, a someone.

“Simon-“ You choke on your tears as he begins to cry and does the grabby hands.

Simon didn’t cry, in all the time of him being little, he only ever grunted or sniffled. Simon was whole on crying. “My Simon.” Laswell put him in your lap and as soon as she did, he leaned into you, grabbing onto your hospital gown. “Oh honey, I’m okay. Don’t cry.”

You ran your hand over his little head of blonde hair as he cried into your gown, soaking it a little with his tears and drool. “Simon?” His big watery eyes looked up at you. “I’m okay.”

Looking up to Laswell, you can’t help but ask. “Where are the other boys? And where’s Price?”

“I don’t know…I went to go check on him when I heard he was back from deployment and all I found in his room was a little pink bra and Simon.”

You felt a little bit of panic but then you saw Simon’s blocks on the floor. “Give me those blocks!”

Laswell was confused but did as you asked. You set Simon down in front of you as you laid his blocks out inbetween you two. “Simon honey? Think you can help me understand what happened?”

“What’re you-?”

“Shh.” You quietly quiet Laswell as Simon looks down at his blocks teary eyed. His scans around and moves the blocks until he grunts and hands you a block.

“T?” You stare at it as he grunts. “Tia?”

He grunts again and hands you a ‘J’. “And John…”

He grunts again. You feel tears well up, but take a deep breath. “What about them honey?” You hand him his blocks back as he looks through his blocks again. He hands you a ‘P’ and a block with your initial on it. “This one is me, who’s ‘P’?”

He doesn’t respond, so you know you got it wrong. “I’m sorry, I need more than this. Am I right that this is me though?” He grunts. “Who’s P?”

He lets out a fustrated growl as he digs through the different letters. You laugh a little at how cute it was and when you do, he tilts his head a little and side eyes you. “Okay, I’m sorry Simon. That was just really cute.” You say while giggling. He huffs as he hands you another block, but it’s blank. You hand it back to him and he just sits and blinks at you. “Me, blank, P. What’re you trying to tell me?” You ask yourself more than Simon, trying to wrack your brain.

Simon hands you an ‘S’. “Soap?” He grunts. “What about Soap?”

You watch deligently as he reaches out to put his little hand on your leg. “Me? Me and Soap?” He grunts. “What about us? Simon I’m confused. All I’ve got is Tia and John.”

He lets out the cutest little fustrated sigh and you have to bite your lip to not burst out laughing. He lays the blocks down in order: T, J, P, Y/I, blank, S. You sit and stare and finally shake your head.

“Laswell, do you have any idea?”

“Well, you’ve got Tia and John. I don’t know who P is but that’s you, then blank and Soap. Maybe they lost him?” Simon grunts.

“What?! They lost Soap? Did they find him?” Simon grunts again. “Thank god.”

“Why didn’t he call me about it?” He hands you a little ‘T’. “Tia?” He nods.

“Why is she still here if he’s back from deployment Simon? Is there something I need to know?”

‘L’…..

“Love?” He grunts. Your heart falls through your stomach at this. It could be interpreted a million different ways, you know that. You can’t help the crushing feeling in your chest, or the nausea twisting your stomach around.

You look at him and his little expressions as he takes the block back from you. You decided to ask the one question you’re afraid for him to answer.

“Why were you left alone?” He hands you a little ‘F’ block. “Forgotten?” He grunts.

You pick him up and hold him as you settle back to lay down. “I’m so sorry Simon.” You bear little sniffles as you held him and rubbed little circles into his back. “One day you’ll be regular sized Simon again. I promise honey.”

And you fell asleep like that, with Laswell in the recliner and Simon laying on your chest.

It was peaceful, and it made you think about this whole situation. What has changed since they turned into children, and what changed when Simon began to communicate?

Was there a common thread between it all that could be the key to bringing your boys back?

There had to be, and you’d figure it out, at any cost.

[paintedstories]

Hi I've never requested before so sorry if this is bad.

So I'm wondering if you can do a tom kaulitz x FEM!reader who has a similar style to Tom and had dreadlocs Like he does. (Obviously you can write what you would like for this) you of course don't have to do this but if you do thank you!!!

............*sighs" trying to not scream rn

I don't even know what to start with, I don't wanna fuck up this ask cuz I love it so much.

listen to this I listened to this while writing

ok, when the band first saw you holding Tom's hand everyone was like.

what the actual fuck-

Tom, with a girl that isn't dressed in short skirts and tinny tops?

a girl with dreads?

and baggy clothes?

wow

Tom loved, and I mean, LOVED the way you dress

he always steals your hats or beanies

Everywhere you go, everyone stares at you and Tom looking like a badass couple.

while walking Tom's dog

while going shopping with the band

yall look badass

but Tom loves how you act and look the most.

all the fans were shocked when they found you two TOGETHER

he would be SO cocky omg

walking around with his hand in your back poked squeezing your ass, and because your pants are baggy it's not visible, so you just walk like that, accept your life.

he loves to style your dreads so that you will match with him.

Wear matching hats but not too matching

takes a lot of photos with you two

Going to clubs together and being the center of attention!

everyone is jealous of you both

Oh my god he gets jealous when men/boys flirt with you

he comes behind you and kisses the crock of your neck

you just smirk

and then turn around forgetting about the guy that started flirting with you and make out with Tom

make-outs with him are something else

you on his lap

glides his hands under your oversized shirt and starts to massage your sides

sometimes he glides his hands up to your scalp and glides his hands down to your dreadlocks and pulls them slightly

anyway he loves how people stare at you and don't dare to talk with you because he's behind you giving them death stares as he's hugging your waist.

loves how you both match in clothing stile

hi!!! hope you liked it!!

request more love

btw

THNK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR REQUESTING

if you wanted something else, please let me know!

and of course here is the master list

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I'm open to new things!!

[daddyhausen]

brody king and { 14 } — “who knocked you up?” , “that would be me. hi, nice to meet you” bc i am a comedian first

• knocked up — brody king •

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{ summary } — a work colleague’s tries to shoot his shot not knowing that you’re already taken and very obviously pregnant, protective brody mode ensues

{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 595

{ pairing } — fem!reader x brody king

{ genre } — fluff

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{ 14 } — “who knocked you up?” , “that would be me. hi, nice to meet you”

it had been a wonderful even thus far

your work colleague’s birthday celebration had proven to be more than an eventful evening

although the gathering was rather small for such a celebration

the 20 or so patrons that lined her living room plus congregation of older male relatives crowding around the grill in the backyard

you’d mostly found yourself hovering around from room to room

a mix between the kitchen and living room

chatting amongst fellow colleagues and friends

them mostly congratulating you on your pregnancy

caressing your evident baby bump

“woah, y/n you look stunning”

you felt a pair of eyes scanning your frame rather scandalously

almost as if their retinas were burning holes through your chest

your breasts more specifically

he was a fellow co-worker of yours

one that simply would not take no for an answer and even after your constant rejection of him

“thanks” you remarked sharply yet still holding some type of politeness

the dress you were wearing was not even remotely revealing

the fabric was light and flowy, the pastel pink beautifully complemented your skin tone

your chest covered modestly, with the neckline only mildly swooping down

yet you could still feel said coworker’s eyes glaring lustfully at you

“why don’t i get you a drink? and maybe we could talk a bit more”

he mentioned to the nearly-empty glass of brandy in his hand, shaking it lightly in front of your face as if you were a dog waiting obediently for a treat

the connotation of his words left a sick feeling in your stomach

you knew that talking was the last thing on his mind

“i can’t drink” you responded with the same dry tone as before

pointing down to your rather obvious baby bump

you could tell his throat ran dry, absent of words at the moment

his demeanor has shifted from jovial and flirtatious to a more cold and callus glare

“who knocked you up?” he spoke in a rather accusatory tone, his voice deep and dark, almost frightening

you felt a hand protectively snake around your waist

peering down until your gaze met the inky flesh of your husband’s hand

“that would be me. hi, nice to meet you” brody extended his free hand for the co worker to shake

although his efforts were met with silence

brody kept his demeanor calm and collected but you just knew his anger was boiling over

his hand that remained around your waist gingerly caressed your bump as your coworker stared in a mixture of disbelief and disgust

“are you gonna stop harassing my wife? or a we gonna have a problem here?”

brody was seething, words spoken through clenched teeth

your coworker stood there silently for a moment before responding with a meek “no”, eventually leaving

brody breathed a soft sigh of relief as he left, now turning his attention to you

“he didn’t try anything, did he?”

“no, brody. i’m fine”

you gently placed a hand upon his chest for reassurance

he hand came down to cup the swell of your belly

his thumb smoothing across the fabric covering your skin

“how’s the little one been? not giving you too much trouble i hope?”

“not as much as he was…” you remarked, mentioning your now forgotten coworker

brody gave a small hearty chuckle in response, lightly placing a kiss to your temple

“go enjoy yourself, my angel. let me know when you’re ready to leave”

“i kinda just wanna go home now, brody. baby wants to rest”

“alright love, let’s get you two home”

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[justagalwhowrites]

Hi! Just wanted to say that I love you writing, and love how you write angst !!

Asking this anonymously because, I found out I need a third open heart surgery.

I was wondering if you still take request how would Joel feel about his significant other having a third heart surgery and finding him not being able Toby e kids because of it.

As much angst as you want.

Btw, I’ll be fine, it’s the third time they are doing it, im schedule for 5 surgeries! It’s all good, cardiomyopathy is chill when the doctors know what they are doing! 😅

OMG Hi Bestie!

I am so honored that you'd reach out about such an intimate ask. I hope your surgery goes/went well and that you're doing great!

Hopefully, this is something like what you're looking for!

Heartache

Joel looks out for you as you're treated for cardiomyopathy.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader with Cardiomyopathy

Warnings: Medical stuff! Light smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 2.5k

If there was one thing Joel hated, it was not having control. 

He’d never really been happy at a job site until he was a manager, the one running SOMETHING. That way, he knew it was done right. 

It had made life with Sarah’s mom difficult, back when she was at all in the picture, because when she actually took charge of anything, it ended up being a mess Joel had to clean up. 

Hell, even just letting Tommy man the grill at family cookouts grated on him. He seemed to love to turn steaks too frequently, never giving them the time they needed on any one side. Joel had to grit his teeth and tried not to watch Tommy fuck up perfectly good cuts of meat. 

But at least then you would slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers through his own, and kiss his shoulder, whispering “You know it’ll be fine, Babe” under your breath. You tried not to giggle when you said it, Joel could hear it in your voice. 

You couldn’t do that now. Not when you were under anesthesia and he was stuck, sitting in a waiting room, waiting to hear that you were OK. 

No, this kind of out of control, Joel had learned, he was especially bad at. 

It started a few years earlier, not all that long after meeting you, really. 

Joel had first bumped into you - literally - at a park. Sarah was playing, showing off some variation of a cartwheel she’d invented, when Joel saw a dog - a big dog - running right for her. He didn’t think about how to react, he just did, racing to put himself between his daughter and the unknown animal, only watching her and the dog when you ran smack into is side, sending you both sprawling to the ground. 

“Ow, shit,” you groaned, sitting up and clutching your head. Joel turned only to see Sarah, flopped on the ground as the dog licked all over her face, tail wagging. Joel sighed in relief, going back to figuring out how to untangle his legs from yours. 

“I’m so sorry, he’s usually better behaved than this but he’s all keyed up because we were at the vet earlier,” you said, tugging your leg back into yourself and looking at your knee. “I didn’t have as good a hold on his lead as I should have, he saw a rabbit and took off…” 

“S’fine,” Joel said quickly, noticing you properly for the first time. You were in a little dress that showed off your legs, your eyes still bright and beautiful as you watched your dog play with his daughter. You were pretty. Really, really fucking pretty. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “No harm done.” 

“Yeah, he’s a gentle giant,” you smiled, getting up. “He looks scary but, since I live alone, definitely more of a feature than a bug. He’s really just a big teddy bear.” 

You called the dog over and looped the end of his leash around your wrist before you introduced yourself and Joel did the same, not able to take his eyes off you and your warm smile. 

“Hey Dad!” Sarah ran over, some of her curls pulled free from her springy pigtails and wild around her face. “Dad, did you see? Did you see me with the dog?” 

“Yeah, Baby Girl,” he laughed a little. “I saw.” 

Your dog licked her hand, wagging happily. 

“He likes you,” you smiled, squatting down to be on Sarah’s level as you gave the dog a scratch. “His name is Pluto!” 

Sarah’s eyes got big. 

“You mean like the dog from the cartoons?” 

“Exactly,” you smiled. “He’s my best friend and he’s got very good taste, so if he likes you that means you must be pretty great.” 

“Dad!” Sarah turned to Joel, her eyes still big. “Can Pluto come over to play?” 

“Kiddo…” he sighed. 

“Please?” She pouted. “You never let me get a dog, I want to play with a dog and he likes me and…” 

You caught Joel’s attention over his daughter’s shoulder as you mouthed “it’s OK with me” at him. He smiled a little at that, you giving him an out so he wouldn’t have to be the bad guy with his daughter if he said no. 

And he knew he probably should say no. The reason he said no dogs was because he worked too much and he didn’t want to leave a dog, alone and neglected, at home all day. Giving his six-year-old daughter ideas about a pet probably wasn’t the best idea. 

And then there was you. 

You were so pretty and so obviously good with Sarah you were practically temptation on legs. Invite you over and he’d be asking for trouble. 

But Sarah loved your dog. 

And Joel sure as hell wanted to see more of you.

“Want to come over for dinner?” Joel asked. “I’m just makin’ burgers but…” 

You smiled, wide and bright and beautiful. 

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I’d love that.” 

You came over that night and, in a way, you never really left. He watched you play with his daughter and your dog and put potato chips on your burger and find new music to add to his playlist once you heard what he liked to listen to, taking Sarah’s hands and dancing with her on the grass. It was the most fun Joel had had in years. 

It was a year and a half later, when you fainted at work. 

Joel was frantic when he got the call from your boss. You’d moved in just a few months earlier and Joel was almost waiting for something to go wrong. He’d never had anything go so right for so long in his entire life. Something going wrong was inevitable. 

It didn’t seem right that it should go wrong for you. 

“Joel,” you said, a wan smile on your face as you sat up in your hospital bed when he ran in. You looked so small and pale and he all but ran to you, sitting on the edge of your bed and taking your hand. “I’m fine, I’m OK, it’s OK.” 

“Shouldn’t I be comfortin’ you?” He asked, smiling just a little even though he was having a hard time focusing on anything but the monitors that were attached to you. 

“You look more upset than me right now,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “Really, babe, I’m fine. I just didn’t have enough to eat today and I got up too fast, that’s all.” 

That’s not all it was. 

It took them some time to figure out - and Joel pointing out that you seemed tired and lightheaded and your pulse felt strange below his fingers sometimes - but you had cardiomyopathy. 

He was with you when the doctor handed down the diagnosis and you frowned, your eyebrows knitting together. 

“What does that mean?” You asked. “It sounds serious….” 

“It is,” the doctor nodded. “It’s a disease of the heart muscle, it makes it harder for the blood to pump through the body. It can even lead to heart failure. The good news is, we have treatment options…” 

You sat there, eyes wide, clutching your purse on your lap. Joel took your hand and tried to take in every word the doctor said. He was going to do this with you. In you he’d found the one person he wanted to do everything with, the only person besides Sarah he wanted to see every day for the rest of his life. He might not understand what was wrong with you but he was going to figure it out. 

When the two of you got home that afternoon, you were still in a state of shock. Joel walked with you to the kitchen table and got you a glass of water, sliding it in front of you. You just stared at it, your eyes a little wide. 

“Honey,” Joel said, his voice calm. “It’s OK…” 

You shook your head a little and drank the water before you set the glass back down, putting your hands in your lap and meeting his gaze from across the table. 

“I understand that this was a lot more than you bargained for,” you said, your voice steady. “I don’t expect you to take care of me through all this, I can call my mom, I’m sure she would let me move in…” 

“Why are you talkin’ about movin’?” He frowned, cutting you off. 

“I mean, you heard the doctor,” you said. “There are surgeries and…” 

“So?” 

“Joel,” you shook your head and smiled a little. “You have a daughter and a demanding job and…” 

“And I love you,” he said. “Not gonna let you do this without me.” 

It was rough at the start. He went to all your appointments with you. The doctors decided surgery was the best route and Joel spent hours researching everything he could. It felt like he’d be able to do it himself by the time you went under the knife the first time. 

He didn’t think that made him any less anxious about it, though. 

It was at a follow up appointment that the two of you got more bad news. 

“Wait,” you said, cutting your doctor off. “I’m sorry, I just… You’re making it sound like I won’t be able to have children. Is… is that true?” 

“Unfortunately,” the doctor sighed heavily. “Yes, that’s true. There was just too much damage to the tissue and even with the work we’re doing, it wouldn’t be safe to put your body under the strain that pregnancy demands…” 

You held it together until the two of you were in the truck, the floodgates breaking the second the door was closed. Joel tugged you against him, stroking your hair, kissing your forehead. 

The two of you had talked about children, of course, but you were both undecided. You were both still young, you thought you had time to figure that out later. 

“I’m so sorry, Joel,” your voice was wet. “I know we didn’t know what we wanted yet but… I thought I’d still get to choose and not have something else choose for me. I understand if this changes…” 

“Marry me,” he said. 

You sat up from him and sniffed, wiping your eyes. 

“What?” 

“Marry me.” 

You just looked at him, frozen and blinking for a moment. 

“No,” you shook your head. “No, you don’t mean…” 

“Yes, I do,” he said. “Marry me.” 

“Joel…” 

“Only way I want more kids is if they’re your kids, Baby,” he said. “Whether they’re ones we made or ones we adopted, I wouldn’t care, as long as it’s with you. You not being able to have kids doesn’t make a damn difference to me, I love you. Marry me.” 

You smiled a little through your tears and leaned over to kiss him gently. 

“Let’s talk about that when we’re a little less emotional,” you said. 

He brought it up again that night. 

The two of you had gone to bed and Joel had fully intended to keep his hands to himself. You, however, had other ideas. 

You kissed him and moaned against his lips and he gave into you, pulling your nightie over your head and slipping your panties down your legs before slipping inside of your tight, wet heat with a satisfied groan. 

He worked your body, knowing you so well after almost two years together, pressing deep as you tightened around him, sucking your nipple into his mouth, stroking your clit as you got closer and closer to coming around him. 

“Let go for me,” he sucked at the vulnerable skin of your throat, pressing so deep inside you as he did. “Come for me, come all over me, give it all to me…” 

You obeyed, coming hard around him, your hand flying to his back to clutch him close as he worked you through your orgasm, too. 

After, he pulled you on top of him as he lay flat on his back, your soft body spread over his and you sighed contentedly. 

“Marry me,” he said again, brushing your hair back. 

You laughed and shook your head. 

“You really don’t have to…”

“I know,” he cut you off, reaching blindly into the top drawer of his bedside table. He fumbled blindly through it until he found the small, velvet box at the back. He pulled it out and pried the lid open with his nose before turning the box so you could see it. Your eyes went wide, a single diamond almost watching you from its place in the box. “Not just sayin’ it, Baby. Had this for a few weeks. Planned to take you somewhere special to ask once we had the chance but… seemed like this might be the right time.” 

“Joel,” you breathed, taking the box, your hand trembling. “This is… I…” 

“Marry me,” he said again. “Love you, more than anything. I want to do everything in life with you, the good stuff, the bad stuff, doesn’t matter. It all means more with you. Marry me.” 

“Yes,” you said quickly, looking from the box to his eyes, smiling broadly. “Yes yes yes yes yes!” 

Joel smiled. 

“Oh, is that a yes?” He teased a little. “Just wanted to make sure…” 

You rolled your eyes and laughed, burying your face in his chest. He just held you close as you looked back at him, stretching up his body to kiss him. 

“That’s a yes,” you whispered. 

“Good,” he said, taking the ring from the box and sliding it on your finger. “Because I love you. Love you so damn much.” 

“I love you, too,” you smiled against his lips as you kissed him. 

You got married just a few months later. 

“Mr. Miller?” The doctor came out from the operating room and he all but jumped up to meet him, his stomach in knots. It felt like he’d been sitting there for days, stuck in a state of limbo where he had no control. 

“That’s me,” Joel said quickly. “How’s she doin’? How’d it go?” 

“Everything went great, Mr. Miller,” the doctor smiled broadly and Joel relaxed a bit. “Your wife is doing very well, you can head back and see her in just a minute…” 

Joel nodded along as the doctor filled him in on everything and he did his best to pay attention. But it was hard. All he really cared about was getting back to see you. Everything else seemed like it could wait. 

After what felt like a small eternity - but could only have been a few minutes - Joel was led back to your room, where you were just coming out of the anesthesia, still groggy but you smiled at him all the same.

“Hey babe,” you smiled, reaching for him. 

He smiled back, taking your hand before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“Hey Baby,” he took your face in his hand. “How’s that heart of yours?” 

“All yours, Joel,” you smiled a little, settling back into your pillow. “All yours.”

[ninebluehearts]

okay hear me out on this one- whiskey trying to get with a reader ( like flirting) but is just using all of this cringey pick up lines. Maybe for a little bit of extra stuff the reader and whiskey are already married and he’s just be flirty to mess with her. Does this make sense lol🥲🥲

Omg this is so cute!! It makes perfect sense baby

Ummm, this is a bit on the spicy side; nothing actually happens, but were gonna rate this M, so mdni.

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It was a Saturday night and Whiskey had insisted you went out for a date night. Both of you had been so wrapped up in your own work that you barely had time for each other anymore; other than the quick kisses in passing or the late-night phone sex when Whiskey was on a mission out of state..

So, even though you'd much prefer to stay in tonight, you just couldn't say no to his puppy dog eyes.

Whiskey had pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You won't regret it, baby. We're gonna have so much fun. Promise. Now," Whiskey pulled away from you, a mischievous grin spread on his lips. "Go get yourself all pretty, sugar." He said as he reached behind you and landed a sharp smack against your ass.

You squealed, shoving his shoulder before rubbing your ass to soothe the stinging. "You're an asshole." You tried to hide your grin, storming past him and up the stairs to get ready.

"You know I just can't help it, sugar!" Whiskey hollered out in between chuckles.

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But now here you are, laughing along with Whiskey at a nice bar, both of you pretty tipsy already.

Whiskey slammed back the last little bit of his drink, slamming the glass back down on the bar when he finished. "I've gotta take a piss. Grab me another, will ya, sugar?" He pressed a kiss against the side of your head before making his way back to the bathrooms.

You ordered another round of drinks, finishing the last of your own drink as you watched the bartender make you another apple martini. Once served your drinks, you laid your head against the bar, tracing your finger along the side of Whiskey's glass to draw small smiley faces on the condensation.

"My god. You have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Whew." You sat up and spun your seat around to face your husband, who was standing behind you with a giant smirk planted on his face.

"What are you doing?" You asked, trying to somehow suppress the heat you felt in your cheeks.

"Tryin'a get your number, baby. I mean damn, are you an electrician? Because you’re definitely lighting up my night." Whiskey stepped into the space between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs to slip his finger tips under your dress.

You rolled your eyes as your arms wrapped around his neck. "That was so bad. Tell me another." You said with a soft giggle, your lips ghosting over his.

"Hmmm, kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?"

"Do chickens count?" You teased, pressing your thighs against the sides of his legs.

"Nope." He breathed out, pressing his lips against yours with the passion you hadn't felt in what felt like forever. He gripped your hips to pull you flat against his body, wanting to feel you everywhere all at once. It felt like the Earth could be crumbling around you and yet, the only thing that mattered in that moment was him.

Once you finally pulled away to catch your breath, both of you still inches away from one another, you pressed your hand against Whiskey's cheek, soft pants escaping your lips. "I've missed you, Jack. So much.."

Whiskey brushed your hair behind your ear, his hand slipping back to cradle your cheek. "I've missed you too, sugar. We need to do this more often."

"Agreed." You tilted your head to the side, pressing a gentle kiss against his palm. "Take me home?" You asked, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

Whiskey grinned, "Actually, I was wondering if you had an extra heart."

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Wha-"

"Because mine's just been stolen." He interrupted, chuckling at the way you rolled your eyes at yet another corny pick-up line.

"I'm done." You slipped away from him, pulling your wallet from your bag to close your tab.

Whiskey pressed his hand against your ass, content with just holding it for now.

"Be nice." You mumbled, side eyeing him.

"Don't worry, sugar, I will." He leaned down, his lips hovering over the shell of your ear. "I'll be real nice." He smirked as he watched chills run down your arms and legs, your cheeks heating up to that nice light pink shade he loved so much.

It was gonna be a long night, but you were both glad you finally had time to catch up.

Taglist: @emmymaehereeeeee

[da-proti-toku-grem]

Heyhey another moodboard delivery 4 one fellow holy trinity loving N wonderful human we call Maca!! :))

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(I couldn’t find ANY pictures of Ollie 4 shit so I had 2 use some art from (1) of my favourite moots N blogs ever ✨the one N only Hotcat37✨ :D)

Have U ever heard the story of how Ollie N Igor ended up becoming magical girls by complete accident?! Well this tale begins when Jan was taking Igor on a walk in their favourite forest that was only a couple of minutes from their home except that day Nace N Ollie were coming with them.The longer they ventured into the forest,the more their necklaces started 2 glow until they stopped 4 a little break N that was when both men’s transformation pacts seemingly fell out of their pockets without an explanation.By now both of them knew how this whole magical girl thingy worked,but what they didn’t know was if a living being was touching the person holding the pact,they would transform aswell..which lead 2 yk Ollie N Igor GETTING THEIR OWN TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE TOGETHER! Jan could only blink in absolute disbelief that his beloved kitty was all of sudden wearing something similar 2 his magical girl form,while Nace tried 2 hold back a giggle at seeing not only Igor but Ollie in a black and purple poofy,flowy dress that looked a lot like the one he was wearing in his magical girl state.The guitarist N the bassists pets could sense the villains from miles away as their owners followed their lead,(defeating them offscreen cuz this ask is getting long N we need 2 move the plot on now C’MON BOYS-) tho it took awhile N few cuss words were thrown around,the two bandmates N their companions defeated the bad guys with only a TINY amount of scars left (N yes Nace did kiss them better cuz he totally would if any of the boys asked him 2) now back in their civilian forms,Ollie climbed onto Nace’s lap N started licking him all over,chuckling N trying 2 keep the little dog from falling off as Jan dusted Igor down N gave him lots of pets N cuddles when they got home,still with Nace N Ollie in tow✨✨✨✨✨

I'm LOVING all these omg thanks sm for sending them my way 😭💖

Also I've been searching and I'm not sure if there's more *pics* of Ollie, but I found this one if that's useful :3

We've seen him more times, but they're all videos so idk if you'll be able to take a good screenshot, but in this video you can see Nace walking Ollie and here's another one of them cuddling (they have no right to be this adorable actually :(( <3)

[rickysdalgi]

oh you look.. - park gunwook

a/n: my first actual fic(?)

enemies to lovers au, fluff. zb1 masterlist

it was 3 weeks away from senior year prom, the event all students have been waiting for.. however this year, your school did things differently.

it was inbetween 4th and 5th period when you and your best friend, karina shoved your way into the crowd of ecstatic girls at the canteen.

“its like a dog fight in here!” karina exclaimed

why was it so busy? every year for senior year prom, students ship their classmates together to make couples for prom! however, you werent too excited as you didnt want to go with anyone, you wanted a fun night with your best friends..

after much shoving, you and karina got to the pink, sparkly board that was decorated with love hearts all over. “omg im going with..GYUVIN!!!!” karina yelled in pure joy, “y/n! who are you going w- uh oh…” her voice got softer when she saw your pairing..

“PARK GUNWOOK?!?!” you screamed

just as you screamed, you heared a familiar voice, that you dreaded. “yes princess? oh! looks like im going to prom with you..see you there loser” gunwook teased and walked away with his friends

karina scowled at the boy, opening her arms, giving you a hug 🫂

-TIMESKIP TO PROM-

it was 15 minutes before gunwook picks you up, you were getting ready with karina at your house. “i seriously dont wanna go..” you murmured under your breath, adjusting your black, silk dress that had a slit, showing off your leg.

karina walks down the stairs in her purple, shiny gown, “AHHH YOU LOOK SO HOT!!! kinda wish you got my name instead of that park gunwook”, just as she said the boys name you got a text saying, “come out im here dork.”

“the boys are here, cmon lets go rina..” she walks with you to the front door, you take a deep breath before heading out

*gunwook pov*

i was talking with gyuvin until i heard the sound of heels clicking towards me, i looked infront and saw..y/n. she looked so different from when we are in school, she looked..pretty…gorgeous even.

“o-oh hey y/n.. you look…good” i stuttered, looking down only to become flustered by the slit on her dress, exposing her legs. “hey my eyes are up here park..” y/n snaps as i jolt my eyes to look at hers

the car ride between us was completely quiet, exept for gyuvin and karina who were shooting compliments at each other, not caring about anyone around them.

me and y/n reached the hall entrance, both of us not sure how to enter.

*y/n pov*

you felt gunwooks hand intertwining with yours as he signals us to go in, you couldn’t help but blush alittle at his action

the moment your heel touched the hall ground, all you heard was

“omg is that.. LEE Y/N AND PARK GUNWOOK?!”

“i never imagined them together, they look hot together tbh”

“no! gunwook is mine!!” you heard the popular girl, yuna squeal, glaring at you

“looks like we’re a hit princess, wanna dance?” the boy infront of you acknowledged as love story started playing. you looked up into his eyes for a good 5 seconds, admiring his looks before you shyly responded “o-oh yea sure ig.”

as you strutted to the dance floor, you saw karina mouthing *good luck* before going to gyuvin

- AFTER THE DANCE-

you decided to take a break at the school garden, feet tired from all the dancing and walking. as you clicked off your heels, you saw a tall figure infront of you which ended up being your *date* gunwook

“mind if i sit here?” the black haired boy questions, “go ahead” you replied.

the air between you two was tense, neither of you knowing what to say

“so um.. i was just wondering, why are we enemies again? i mean that accident when we were 5 happend a long time ago! i have apologised for 8 years..” gunwook finally broke the air, exept it left you staring at him blankly before you responded, “i dont hate you..sorry for not accepting your apology after all these years, i guess i was just intimidated because i have had this crush on you since forev- OH!” you covered your mouth, shocked at the unexpected confession you let out of your mouth, leaving gunwook in a stoned state.

“oh im so sorry!!” you exclaimed, quickly putting on you heels and rushing away until you felt his slightly rough hands catch your waist, making you turn around to face his strawberry red face, “yah lee y/n dont worry, i like you too..” before you could reply he pulled you into a deep romantic kiss, as you both pulled away you heard you best friend shout

“LEE Y/N!!!! YOU HAVE ALOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO IN THE CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

🫶🏻end🫶🏻

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