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digitaldiarystuff · 5 months

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Misunderstood

summary: You and Jude go on a late night drive when he gives you a present and you freak out

pairing: Jude Bellingham x Y/N

genre: angst/ fluff

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When Jude had to bail on your dinner date you were pretty bummed. You realized his schedule was hectic and you couldn’t meet everyday but tonight you put so much effort in your looks and felt sad. You didn’t even bother changing your dress and went straight to depression mode bringing out ice cream as dinner. You were halfway into the rom-com you were watching until your phone started buzzing.

“Hey baby.” you said a little sleepy.

“Hey love, are you at home?”

“Where else would I be Jude, of course I’m at home.” you sarcastically said.

“Okay then come out.”

“Are you here?” you exclaimed ecstatic about meeting your boyfriend. You missed him so much and desperately needed him to hold you.

“Yes Y/N just come out here.”

“But where are we going, all the restaurants are closed.” you said realizing it’s well past 2 a.m.

“Just come to me.” he said and hung up. Rude, you thought but the excitement to see him was too much that you grabbed your coat and skipped like a little girl to his car.

“I missed you so much.” you said as soon as you were seated and reached out to his side to hug him. He always brought comfort to you.

“Oh my god baby you look unreal.” he said as he’s eyeing you without shame. “And I’m here looking like a homeless man”

You chuckled “I don’t think homeless people wear Prada.”

“Some of them do, no seriously I saw one of them the other day full on rocking Givenchy.” he said and you felt all your stress lifting. Jude always made your mood go up immediately.

After that he reached for the back seat and grabbed some takeout.

“I know you skipped dinner so I brought you some.” he said and you smiled seeing how well he knew you.

“You’re the best.” you said as he started driving to a spot where you could overlook the city and eat in peace. Even though Jude’s career and his social life was a little much sometimes, these calm moments were your favorites. Just you two enjoying each other’s company with no distractions.

As soon as he pulled up, you grabbed the Chinese food from the packages and gave him his chopsticks. You ate and talked about your day and the things that bothered you since you were both drama queens. This was a fun conversation you had everyday, you told each other everyone who made you mad and gossiped about them.

“And then he said I should eat less because I gained 0.5% fat.”

“Oh no he didn’t.” you fake gasped and laughed. Jude was so extra sometimes.

You spoke for a few more minutes until you remembered something.

“Oh god, what am I even gonna get your mum for her birthday? What if I choose something hideous?” you panicked and Jude calmed you down saying how much his mum loves you and would love anything from you.

“But since we’re on the subject of presents.” he said and opened the console in front of you.

“I got you a little something.”

You noticed the blue bag immediately. It was Tiffany, and small. You felt your heart beating and started panicking. Your friends made some jokes about you being already married with Jude since your relationship was going on for 2 years and strong but you always avoided the subject. Coming from a broken household, with separated parents, you were always afraid of marriage from a young age. Jude knew that and respected your ideas though he always said he wanted to spend eternity with you.

But seeing a small box in a Tiffany bag has made you anxious, surely Jude wouldn’t propose to you right? You knew that but you couldn’t hide your horrified expression as his burrows furrowed.

“You don’t wanna open it?” he asked.

“Jude, what’s in the box?” you asked warily.

“Baby, open it and see.” he was confused about your reaction.

“Jude I need you to tell me what’s inside it. Please.” you begged getting more and more agitated.

“Y/N what’s going on? It’s just a gift, I saw it in the store and thought you’d love it.”

“What is it?”

“Y/N what are you so pressed about? This isn’t a complex situation, you grab the bag open it and thank me. Why are you acting weird love?”

When you said nothing, he snatched the bag from you and opened it himself.

“It’s just a fucking necklace, I’m not proposing to you.” he laughed a little trying to lighten the mood until he saw your face.

“Y/N I”

“I’m sorry Jude, I’m so sorry.” you started sobbing from guilt. You freaked out about nothing and have been rude to Jude. He immediately realized what’s going on and you could see his eyes fill with guilt as well.

“Baby, shh it’s okay. It’s not your fault I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“No no it’s my fault, I freaked out on you. I’m sorry, I’m just a weirdo who doesn’t appreciate you enough.” he held you against his body and helped you calm down. After your sniffles stopped he leaned back and held your cheeks to make you look up at him.

“Y/N you don’t owe me any explanation, I love you with all your weirdness and flaws just like you love me. I want to spend my life with you, you’re it for me with or without a big commitment and ceremony. I want you next to me but would never push you, I’ll always be with you.”

You smiled at him and realized you’re the luckiest girlfriend ever.

“Thank you Jude, for everything and for the record I want to spend my life with you too.”

He kissed you with love and you happily reciprocated.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d propose like this. You really don’t even know me at all.” he said looking offended and you giggled.

“Now let’s see this necklace, do you want to put it on me?” you said and turned your back to him as he pulled it and clasped the back. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“But you do know me.”

“Of course I do.” he said and kissed your temple after seeing the pendant on your neck.

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britany1997 · 2 months

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Fate Yields For No One

Chapter Four

Were you wondering what the boys were doing while reader and Maria were bonding at the video store those two weeks? Wonder no more! Here’s what they were up to lol

I strongly recommend going back to at least read chapter 3 before reading this one, as some of the scenes will be the same, but from Paul’s perspective:)

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California, 1986

Paul’s eyes widened as he realized who you were to him. You wished you could have stopped the word that fell from his lips.

“Mine.”

Paul stared at you, his eyes raking up and down, taking you in. God you were beautiful, the others would love you. As his shock wore off, Paul felt a giddy feeling bubbling in his chest.

He had a million questions to ask you. Your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite band. Paul had to know anything and everything. (Even if you liked Tiffany or something, he could get over it…eventually.)

As your lips parted, Paul prepared himself to be enchanted by whatever honeyed words you’d speak to him. He reached forward to caress your cheek.

Instead of leaning into the touch as he’d expected you to, you recoiled. His brow furrowed.

“Oh my god I totally forgot I have to go stock things in the back, so nice to meet you, bye!” He heard you blurt out before you moved away from him.

There were few times in Paul’s life when he was actually rendered speechless. This was one of them.

Paul’s brow furrowed, “what?” He whispered as he moved to stand in front of the desk’s swinging door you’d been headed for. Surely he’d misunderstood (wouldn’t be the first time), you had to at least talk this out.

He watched your face twist into a glare, “you’re in my way…” you bit out at him.

Paul’s confusion turned to frustration. “What?!” He repeated, “but we’re…I mean we-” he stumbled over his words, desperate and utterly flabbergasted.

“I know what we are,” you told him, “and I don’t care. So can you please move aside so I can do my job?”

Paul’s jaw dropped.

You…didn’t want him? Didn’t want a mate? Someone who’d love you unconditionally for eternity? Who’d do anything for you? God what was wrong with you?

He stumbled a bit as you pushed past him. “Hey!” He called after you, his ego more bruised than it’d ever been.

“This isn’t over you know,” he promised, resolved to win your heart, even if he had to recruit some…reinforcements.

You scoffed, oblivious to Paul’s plotting. “Seems like it is,” you replied before slipping into the back of the video store.

“What the fuck just happened,” Paul murmured to himself as he rubbed his forehead.

Maria whistled “tough break Paulie.” She bumped him with her hip before she went back to returning DVDs.

Paul scoffed. She didn’t know the half of it. “I gotta go Maria,” he muttered, stalking off with his tail between his legs.

She snickered softly as she watched him go.

Paul shook his head, he was gonna be in for one long conversation when he got back to the cave.

Paul slunk across the boardwalk, hands in his pockets, as he made his way back to his bike.

His head nodded along to the beat of the music playing over the speakers. Paul started to tap out a four count on his thigh as he walked and hummed.

“Are you going to that bonfire Friday?” “I dunno, is Jason gonna be there?” “Ugh, probably” Paul huffed a laugh as he eavesdropped on the vapid boardwalk talk.

A bonfire on Friday did sound fun though. Should he and the guys throw a party? Who would they even invite? Maria? Maria, who worked at the video store with his new mate. He sighed. What a mess.

As he walked, his mind wandered to her pretty face. He wished she would have let him touch her. She looked so soft. He just wanted to hold her. He could be gentle!

He huffed.

Didn’t she realize he was hers? Didn’t she know he’d do anything for her? He’d be anything she needed? He’d probably even cut his hair for her if she asked. As long as she let him hold a memorial service after.

She was pretty, and soft (probably), witty and fiery, and she was right there at the video shop and she didn’t even want him. How fucked was that.

Paul frowned as he finally reached his bike, looking back over his shoulder in the shop’s direction. It’d been a while since he’d felt that hollow longing feeling of being alone.

But he wasn’t alone, not anymore. And whatever had happened back there, he and his boys were gonna fix it, he knew they would.

Paul revved his engine with renewed determination. ‘Just wait pretty girl,’ he thought, ‘cause we’re comin back for ya’

When Paul arrived at the cave, each of the boys were too immersed in their own activities to notice.

On the couch, Dwayne was two-hundred and twelve pages into his thirty-first reread of Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov and from the way Dwayne was hunched over the book, quite literally on the edge of his seat with his brow furrowed, Paul could tell it was just starting to get good.

Though Paul could barely think over the harsh whirring sound of Marko’s sewing machine. He’d been occupied with making patch-work vests and skirts lately to expand his wardrobe. And while Paul appreciated having some extra pieces around he could borrow, after weeks of hyper fixated, non-stop sewing, the sound was worse than nails on a chalkboard.

David’s constant foot tapping didn’t help either. He was perched in his wheelchair throne, seemingly reviewing some ancient documents. By the way he was squinting and underlying, it seemed to be pretty important stuff.

But none of this was as important as what Paul had to tell them. He cleared his throat pointedly.

The whirring of the sewing machine slowed before coming to a stop, Dwayne looked up from his book expectantly, and a little annoyed, David continued his work, ignoring Paul entirely. “I’m calling a meeting,” Paul stated confidently.

“You don’t have the authority to call a meeting,” David said without looking up from his papers, “only Dwayne and I do.”

Paul wondered if he could explode David with his mind if he tried hard enough. How would he know if he never tried?

“Well it’s an emergency,” Paul gritted.

David met Paul’s frustration with a mocking pout. “Dealer’s out of the good stuff again Paulie? Tragic.” He turned back to his papers.

Dwayne seemed to sense Paul’s desperation, “what’s wrong Paul?” he asked.

“I have another mate,” he said hesitantly, “which means that you guys probably do to.”

David stilled at the same time Marko gasped, the curly haired vampires lips curling up into a bright smile.

“What are they like? Are they nice? Are they funny? Are they hot?” The shorter vamp bombarded Paul with questions, making him cringe.

Dwayne frowned, “Paul…” he began gently, “why aren’t they here with you?”

A broken look crossed Paul’s face, “she…doesn’t want me.”

Marko’s excitement was extinguished as he came to Paul’s side, lacing their fingers together. Dwayne softened, quietly reflecting on Paul’s words. David frowned.

“What do you mean she doesn’t want you?” he narrowed his eyes.

“Exactly what I said dude,” Paul strained, “she said she didn’t care!”

David leaned back, unconvinced. “Tell us exactly what happened, start to finish.”

Paul nodded and painfully recounted every moment from the excitement of meeting you, to the pain of watching you leave as he picked up his jaw from the floor.

David stroked his chin, “are you sure she’s a vampire? Human mates are rare, but they’re not unheard of,” he mused.

Paul scoffed, “duh she’s a vampire! She said, ‘I know what we are, and I don’t care.’ How would she know we were mates if she wasn’t a vampire?” He threw his hands up in frustration.

“Did she say, ‘I know what we are,’ or did she say, ‘I know what you are,’” Dwayne chimed in.

Paul scratched his head, what did she say? He’d been talking about what they were, but had she? He couldn’t quite remember. “She could have been saying ‘I know what you are,’” he decided.

David’s hands clapped together, “so she’s human, but she knows we’re vampires, or at least that you are Paul. Unsurprising, you and Marko have the combined subtlety of an airhorn at the opera,” Paul rolled his eyes. “That’s an easy enough fix,” David reasoned.

“Makes more sense too,” Marko added. “If she ran off, it was probably because she was scared. If I was a human I wouldn’t wanna fuck around with us to get bit either.”

“Why don’t we give her some time,” Dwayne suggested, “prove we’re not going to rush into the video store and drag her out to hurt her or anything. We could give her some space to calm down from her confrontation with Paul, and then we can all go meet her together.”

The boys nodded slowly, considering Dwayne’s plan.

“And,” Dwayne added, “if she’s human, we all need to be on our absolutely best behavior,” he shot a pointed glance at David.

David rolled his eyes, “I’d teach her to be on her best behavior,” he mumbled.

Dwayne sighed. “Let’s just give it two weeks, then we’ll go check in on her,” he paused his voice taking on a gentle tone once more, “I think we could all take some time to cool off.”

Paul tensed at that last part, but he knew Dwayne was right. You were a human and you didn’t understand. You couldn’t! They’d have to show you, go slow, ease you into things, be gentle…you were basically made of glass after all.

He sighed, ‘two weeks,’ he thought, ‘I can do two weeks.’

He could not do two weeks.

Not gracefully at least.

By the end of those two weeks, Paul was practically feral. The second the Sun began to fade into the horizon, Paul was awake and attempting to drag David out of the cave.

As eager to meet you as they were, the boys had grown tired of Paul’s impatience.

Dwayne’s evenings consistently began and ended with “has it been two weeks yet?” The dark haired vampire had come so close to just buying Paul a damn calendar.

Marko had had to stick to Paul like glue to stop him from wandering off to the video store every night. On two unfortunate occasions, Marko AND David had to drag him back to the cave to stop him was barging in to talk to you. Paul was like a dog with a bone when he wanted something, and he wanted you bad.

But Dwayne has assured him last night that today was the day, and Paul was chomping at the bit. “Let’s go,” he groaned, annoyed and excited.

“Paul.” Dwayne chastised.

“Dwayne.” Paul mocked.

“Paul,” it was too early for this shit. “I know you want to see her, we all do,” Dwayne reminded him. “But I think we should wait until closing.”

“What?!” Paul huffed, “I’ve been waiting two weeks! Now we gotta wait longer? No way man!”

“Paul listen,” David groaned, “we can’t have a long, intensive conversation with her about vampire mates with random human customers running around, get it? It’s a private conversation.”

Marko nodded in agreement, “it’s doesn’t seem fair to drop all of that on her while she’s still at work either,” he added, “it’s better if we get ‘er as she’s leaving.”

Paul rolled his eyes, “whatever, I bet Fishy’s on my side.” He grumbled as he stalked off to his room.

“You think we should invest in one of those backpack leashes for him?” Marko asked, only half joking.

David scoffed a laugh, “don’t tempt me.”

When closing time finally came, Paul’s eagerness had wavered. What if they explained everything and you still weren’t on board? Humans had tons of reasons to fear vampires after all, you might want nothing to do with them.

He shuddered at the thought.

He looked to his left to see Marko biting his thumb, equally nervous.

“A human mate,” he muttered under his breath, “what are the odds.”

David rolled his eyes, “if she’s a human I can use my thrall, why are you idiots so worried.”

Paul and Marko shot him dirty looks, but Dwayne placed a hand on his shoulder. As tough as David liked to pretend to be sometimes, Dwayne knew he was nervous too.

“No use waiting any longer,” the dark haired vampire reasoned, “c’mon.”

Dwayne lead the way, pushing the door to the video store open and letting the bell ring softly as the other boys filed in behind him.

The vampires maneuvered to the desk together, passing through aisles they’d walked through a million times over.

The silence was deafening as the boys’ thoughts whirled with what they’d say to you. How they’d explain the significance of vampire mates to a mere human.

Dwayne sighed, they probably had nothing to worry about. Even as a human, there’d still be a pull for you. And he could work with a pull, no matter how small.

He’d show you, he decided. Show you how amazing it could be to be cared for, to be protected. He’d treat you like a princess, he’d worship you if you let him.

God you must be his if he was already thinking this way. The tug at his heart grew stronger and strongernwith every step. If you only knew the effect you had on him, on them all. If you only knew you could have him wrapped around your finger.

When the boys finally reached the front desk, Dwayne’s musings were shattered by the vision of your tongue down Maria’s throat.

He watched as David’s jaw dropped when he was met with the sight of one of your hands tangled in Maria’s curly locks, the other caressing her hip.

He’d felt it, and by the looks of it, David and Marko had too. You were theirs, but you were tangled in Maria’s embrace.

The boys were too stunned to speak.

Until Paul abruptly broke the silence with a resounding “what the fuck.”

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mrsmikaelsxn · 11 months

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Wife With Migraines Headcanons

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pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

warnings: migraines, fluff, kisses, cuddling

summary: headcanons on how rafes deals with his wife's migraines - requested by anon

a/n: hi love! thanks for the request and i'm so sorry this took so long, enjoyyyy

song: i think we're alone now - tiffany

♡ migraines were common for you, unfortunately, but rafe doesn't mind at all

♡ sometimes when they get so bad you can't get out of bed, he will cancel everything just to stay and cuddle with you

♡ he goes with you to doctor appointments for them and makes sure they are doing everything they can

♡ he will also go out and buy anything he knows that you love, that goes from foods to even jewlery

♡ he knows how sometimes it makes you dizzy and he strokes your hair as you squint your eyes shut trying to stop the world from spinning

♡ he always has water for you, sometimes he adds lemon if you are in the mood for it

♡ rafe enjoys giving you massages while you lay in the bed as you relax

♡ he read from somewhere that slowly drinking a caffeinated drink helps, so he buys you your favorite coffee

♡ he is always peppering your face with kisses that make you giggle to lighten your mood

♡ if you tell him that it isn't too bad and he can put the tv on, he will happily bingewatch your favorite movies with you (harry potter, disney movies, star wars, hunger games, etc...)

♡ he had topper buy a heating bad and bring it over the last time you had a migraine, you thanked rafe and apologized to topper but he just smiled at you and said it was no problem

♡ sometimes rafe knows that you want someone to talk to things about to distract yourself from the pain, so he will call his sister (your best friend) and she will come over to lay in bed with you as you gossip together

♡ he will make you breakfast in bed and will cook all of your favorite meals, he's the husband who makes pancakes with a smiley face made from whipped cream and cuts strawberries in the shape of hearts

♡ he will prepare a warm bath with essential oils that sarah bough you, he will also add a bath bomb once and awhile

♡ he loves when you lay your head on his lap in bed and so that he can practice braiding your hair

♡ lastly he says the worst jokes and cheesy pick-up lines just so that he can see you smile (it melts his heart)

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pablitogavii · 11 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y.n.bebe

Santorini, Greece

Santorini, I love you <3 tagged @pablogavi

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comments:

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

y.n.bebe: hehe yeah

gaviragirlfriends: she only with him for money bruhhh

gavithehottest: yeah! and expensive travels :/

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

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brunabiancardi: maravillosa! forget the haters linda <33

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

pedri: power couple!

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

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

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

pablogavi

Santorini, Greece

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

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comments:

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

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

alejandrobalde: good man always treats his girl right!

pablogavi: sí señor!

mikkykiemeney: she is lucky to have you Pablo!

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

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

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

y.n.bebe: mi rey!

pablogavi: mi princesa! para siempre bebé!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope you enjoyed! :)

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x you #fc barcelona #fc barca #fc barça #gavi #gavigif #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi headcanons #pablo gavi incorrect quotes #pablo gavi smut #pablo gavi fanfic #gavi x reader #gavi x yn #gavi x you #pablo gavi x reader smut

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punkeropercyjackson · 1 month

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Honestly why even bother making Jason afrolatino if you're not gonna write him as he is in canon when that's what actually'd make him work good rep for us.What i mean by this is

His ego is huge,he's super tough and an edgelord,has anger issues and brutal ass tactics and is a morally gray vigilante but he's ALSO a huge woman respecter to the point he thinks they're better than men,is extremely kind with a huge soft side and his exterior attitude and Red Hood are trauma responses that're framed as valid on his end so he's not the 'Scary Black Man' stereotype and with the exception of the vigilante part this is actually a pretty common personality type for irl black men-Important note that i don't fall under the attitude but i AM a black man(and woman)

He's been a huge nerd since he's debut in both meanings of it-He's a genius who was a star student in school and loves classical literature,theater and speaking articulately and poetically but just happens not to 24/7 since he's a comic book character,not a Shakespearen one

And his soft sunshine boy with hidden depths Robin self is a critical part of making him as black latino work-You can't go with the retcon of him as a mini thug because it's extremely dangerous stereotyping

Duke as his favorite brother-It's erasure with white gringo Jason but even worse and just stupid because both of them being black would it EVEN BETTER writing they're eachother's number one Batboy pick.Ain't no nigga picking Tim when the only other black guy in the factor is Right There and fuck ya aus,keep Jason white in them and leave afrolatino Jason out of your mess

He hasn't expressed a particular preference for girls he likes but HAS for the ones he dosen't and it's preppy perfect judgemental ones who try to 'tame' him so rip all y'all's white X Readers LMFAO.Worth noting that his canon girlfriends have been a half cambodian tomboy(Rose),an edgyptian butch(Artemis)and a darkskin black woman(Dana)and that he's actively rejected a white blonde girl on the basis of her being too normal(Isabel)and Kory post deblackification so i think it's obvious where his tastes lie

You CANNOT make him and Roy or Batcest a thing-I don't think i need to explain why pairing up a white man who knew an afrolatino since he was 14 and him grown with a daughter and putting him in incest is violently antiblack

Poverty is not inherently bad in black or latino characters and there was a point in canon where it was used as simply an element in Jason's story instead of demonization so use that edition.But making him a drunkard,a smoker or a sex fiend is 100% perpetuating stereotypes and he's canonically the opposite of all three so again,sometimes things that are canon are better

Him being tall and super jacked and intimidating looking can actually enchance it-He uses it to his advantage to get people he dosen't like to fuck off because they buy into the propaganda and gives him more deepness with the rest of his personality

This includes him being a real gamer and his neapolitan food addiction and your headcanons on his other tastes should follow their lead-His favorite characters should be black and latino ones(His favorite Marvel hero is Miles Morales,it's canon to ME),he should listen to black and latino artists,he should eat black and latino food and know how to make it for that matter,etc

Back to a Duke situation-You also can't make a white woman instead of Talia his adoptive mom for obvious reasons and imo if you're gonna make him and Stephanie besties,she should be black too for that black best friends and found siblings rep(She works as a black woman as much as he does a black man and i'll make a manifesto of that like i did him if asked).This applies to the Team Dad Jason take too in the sense that he should mentoring Damian and Nell and Tiffany since they're Batgirls instead of white kids

In summary what i'm trying to say is:If you're going to see Jason as an afrolatino man,you need to go beyond just the aesthetic and little bits you feel like including because you think they're appealing and actually write him as an afrolatino man,as Jason Todd and not some random guy

@nogender-onlystars @willieoo @mayameanderings @desi-pluto @insomniac-jay @vulnonapixes-dc-corner

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the-cannibal · 1 year

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Slashers with a s/o that is sensitive to certain foods

Okay this is kinda self indulgent-

This is also really short but I hope you like them!

Gender neutral reader - they/them and you is used

Includes: Predator/Yautja, Belch Huggins, Jason Vorhees, Vincent Sinclair, Tiffany Valentine

Yautja

Your mate is probably a bit confused. Yautja’s (for the most part) don’t experience this kind of things with food like you do.

Certain foods make your stomach hurt? And can even make you sick? Oh now there’s another things that they have to worry about, you humans are so fragile!

They will remember which foods upset you, because let’s be honest, they remember everything.

This may make hunting trips a bit more difficult, but for you they don’t care! They would travel to earth every day so you can eat if they had to!

They would cuddle up to you and rub their giant hand over your stomach if it’s upsetting you. They would also totally get you any medicine that may help you. Good thing for you that Yautja medicine is better than normal earth medicine!

Belch Huggins

Oh you poor baby :(

This man 100% would have a little notebook of all the foods that upsets you. He would also have notes on what foods are your favorite :)

If anyone (aHEM PATRICK AHEM-) tries to sneak you food that they know will upset you, he will not hesitate to beat them up. No one hurts his partner >:(

I like to imagine he’s really good at cooking, so he likes to surprise you with your safe foods! He learns how to make them!

You eat something that upsets you/makes you sick? This precious boy is holding your hair back (if your hair is long enough, if it’s short then he’s gently running his fingers through it, if no hair then uhhh… patting your back?) if you throw up. He’s rubbing your stomach and kissing you all over.

Jason Vorhees

This man is such a mother hen.

He knows all your safe and unsafe foods.

If you get sick from eating something he is keeping you on bed rest until he is sure you are better.

He’s actually a pretty alright cook!.. most of the time… okay he burns stuff quite a bit, but it’s the thought that counts!

He would do at home remedies to try and help you and your upset stomach. I hope you like tea, because he makes a lot of it!

Vincent Sinclair

Would stop whatever art he was working on if you felt sick to help you and comfort you.

Omg his hands are probably always so warm from the wax, so it would feel so nice when he gently rubs your stomach 🥺

He offers art as a distraction if distractions help you (they do for me personally)

I don’t think he cooks often, and if you don’t he will go up to whoever cooks and tells them what you can’t have. He would learn to cook for you!

Tiffany Valentine

We all know she likes to cook and bake, so she would totally make her recipes safe for you to eat!

Oh her poor baby is feeling sick? Come lay down honey, let nurse Tiff take care of you!

She is smothering you in love in care, don’t even try to stop her! Her partner is feeling sick then she’s gonna take care of them!

Totally has a heating pad ready for you whenever you need it. Or perhaps you’d prefer a heated blanket? Or both? Whatever you need or want you tell her and she’ll get it for you!

#slasher x reader #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #house of wax x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #tiffany valentine #tiffany valentine x reader #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #belch huggins #belch huggins x reader #bowers gang #bowers gang x reader #predator #yautja x reader #yautja

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ghostfacesvalentine · 1 year

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Going to the club - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, fighting, blackout drunkeness. Nothing too serious though.

Type: Blerps a little sprinkle of HC

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Going to the club with the muses and how they’d react or feel and what they’d do. Just a little messy fic, trying to get my creative juices back.

Notes: I pledge allegiance to Sean Paul.

Jason Voorhees: What a lost little baby, he doesn’t like the loud music or the bright lights at all. He’s kind of frozen, just standing by your side, it’s so hard to keep up with you. He likes to watch you dance and enjoy yourself though, but he starts to zone in and out as the night goes on. If you get him used to it, he slowly would become used to the surroundings and eventually would come out of his shell. It’d be so cute to watch Jason dance around in his little corner with his colorful drink that’s too small for his hands.

Michael Myers: Will not move at all, no matter how much you bump your hips into him, trying to get him to dance with you. Michael will follow you anywhere, but that doesn’t mean he has to participate. You may be getting drinks and he’d be standing right beside you, but even turning your back for a second, he’s gone. You’ve gotten used to that. When you’re dancing on the floor, you then catch a glance of a familiar mask. It’s nothing that you’re not used to, but it definitely would be more fun if you got him to budge, either way, rest assured yours and your friends’ drinks are safe with him.

Tiffany Valentine: LOOOVES IT. Would go to the club every night if you asked. Dressing up would absolutely be her favorite part. Tiffany would love to help you with your make up and choosing your outfit. If you’re really about it, she would pregame with you. She would encourage you to drink s o m u c h. If you meet her energy, you absolutely have to plan for after, getting food and getting home, however if you don’t then you may have to take care of her even a little into the next morning. It’s not anything new to you two. Tiffany definitely loves to have fun and going to the club, dancing and drinking without a care in the world would be one of the best date ideas you could come up with.

Billy Loomis: Is literally only down because he wants to see you in a short skirt or dress. That’s it. He likes the drinking too, but nothing that can compare to a horror movie party at Stu’s. Billy wouldn’t suggest going to the club, but he wouldn’t oppose to it. Would watch you get ready, staring you down from the corner of the bed as you put your make up on. He’s pretty much only drinking at the club and watching you get loose, swaying back and forth with hair tangling across your face without any rhythm. It’s kind of cute and kind of hot.

Stu Macher: Would love to go with you, he may not be as enthusiastic as Tiffany, but he loves to drink. When would Stu ever miss the opportunity to see you get dressed up and drunk? If he ever does, he made you promise him to shoot him. Stu would not be shy to let loose with you, ordering drink after drink, dancing until you literally cannot stand anymore. If the crowd matched his energy, you’d catch him climbing the stage and pretending like he’s grinding on the pole fully dressed. The headaches incoming are going to be gnarly, who’s turn was it to take care of the other this time?

Patrick Bateman: Is used to going to bars and clubs of all sorts, mainly high end ones. Patrick wouldn’t say no to your suggestion, not opposed to having a drink or two. You wouldn’t catch him shitfaced though. He kind of is just there to make sure you don’t get out of hand and embarrass him, but at the same time, he’s there to show you off knowing his friends would have a thought or two of lust cross their minds. He’d be an excellent caretaker for a hangover though, he knows exactly what to do but he also wouldn’t be accommodating to your circumstances, after all he warned you after the fourth drink you ordered.

Leatherface: Also kind of a baby, but an excited baby. At first he’d be scared, absolutely, but after some reassurance and encouragement, he’d be dancing next to you feeling the beat of the music. He doesn’t like the taste of alcohol, but he doesn’t really need liquid courage to sway his little hips around. He would be an excellent hangover caretaker, always making sure you had enough cold rags on your forehead and water. Of course he’d be ready to go next weekend, he didn’t have to deal with that headache.

Harley Quinn: LIIIIVES to go have fun and going to club with you sounds like the perfect night. Dressing up and putting on makeup is definitely fun, but actually getting there and dancing and drinking is the highlight of the night. You never have to worry about any creeps when you’re with Harley. Some nights you get shitfaced, why even hide it. Either way, I would say Harley would probably be the most fun out of the list to go clubbing with. Waking up in an alley is not totally unusual, but most of the nights you make it home safely, whether it’s back home or back to Ivy’s. Usually Ivy is the one nursing you both back to health.

Poison Ivy: Would get a little drink or two, but mainly is looking out for you and Harley and Selina. Not that she would absolutely have to, but she likes to be a little more on the cautious side when it comes to you three. Not to mention Ivy would be the one alongside Selina to make sure you four look stunning. Ivy would absolutely dance with you for a few songs before going back to your table. 10/10 Would be ordering bottle service. Not a fan of you guys going home with anyone, but wouldn’t stop you unless she had a reason to.

Bruce Wayne: Doesn’t like the clubbing scene too much but will go with you. He has a playboy appearance to keep up with anyway. He would definitely use this as an opportunity to get some intel that maybe batman couldn’t. Orders drinks for everyone at his table to seem drunker than he is, but really he’s trying to figure out why a certain ambassador is visiting the grimy scene of Gotham’s underground club. Won’t dance though, as much as you want to get him to. He’s content at the table keeping an eye on you as you sway around in the center.

Jason Todd: All for it. Can’t guarantee that there won’t be a bar fight because someone touched you or someone you’re with. Other than having to be cautious with Jason’s temperament, it’d be pretty fun. He doesn’t mind the music or the drinking, it’s the time to let loose and have fun. Honestly, to your surprise Jason is a pretty good dancer. Hope you’re not the jealous type because he definitely has hungry eyes all on him. Jason doesn’t get drunk too easily, but he’s a bit of a baby when it comes to the hang overs. After a few painkillers, he’s ready to go again until you’re the one yelling at him to lay down.

Steve Rogers: Actually kind of down. Would help you choose your outfits and whether he admits it or not, he would try to match you, whatever you were wearing. Steve actually wants to see what all the hype is about. Most of the time he’s enjoying himself, just swaying from side to side with a drink in hand, watching you dance. Of course he’d be the one to make sure no one got handsy, therefore you and your friends could enjoy themselves. Loves to see you enjoy yourself most of all and honestly wouldn’t even hesitate to go next weekend and the weekend after that if you’re free of course.

Bucky Barnes: Is a tad bit more reserved than Steve. He wouldn’t be necessarily ecstatic to go to the club, not if it wasn’t for a mission. Still, somehow the thought of you going alone just didn’t sit right with him. Honestly kind of awestruck with the way you doll up to go to the club. You were there to have fun anyway, why not add a little glitter to your hair and face. It looked mostly like you were going to a rave, but either way, Bucky refused to peel his eyes off of you, from the bar to the floor. Kind of like Steve, he’s watching you from afar, keeping the creeps off of you. You would literally have to drag these men to the floor if you want to see them move at all.

Loki Laufeyson: Clubbing isn’t really his scene, but if you insisted on going, Loki was sure as hell going with you. Of course he would see this more of a Tony or Thor kind of scene, but he can’t help to smile to himself upon watching yourself enjoy the music, the dancing, the drinking. It was the time and place to let loose and after a hard week, it was exactly what you were going to do. After going to the club scene a few times, Loki would grow more comfortable with it, opting to follow you to the floor and move around a little more.

Cloud Strife: It’s not really his comfort zone, but he would oblige to follow if you wanted to go. He’s mostly brooding and standing nearby with his arms crossed and stone frown. No matter how many times you try to convince him that it’s fun, he doesn’t seem to get the hint. Not until you put your foot down and ask him to dance with you. Showing him how to move with the rhythm of the beats, he seems to catch on faster than you’d expect. Though he’d never admit it, it was actually kind of fun. Not to mention, seeing you dressed up and ready to dance until your feet couldn’t hold you up anymore, it definitely helped.

Spencer Reid: Like many others, maybe it’s not where he’d spend his free time, but he’s had his fair share of going to clubs, many times being mistaken to be underage. It’s not until you continue to plead for him to follow you to the floor that he does. You don’t need him grinding on you, but you want to move around to the music near him. You wanted him to have fun too. It’s definitely a way to begin teaching him. After a few drinks, Spencer would absolutely become the life of the party and the hangover party too. After his pounding headache the next day, he’d swear to never do it again, but then it does happen again.

#Michael Myers x Reader #Tiffany Valentine x Reader #Billy Loomis x Reader #Jason Voorhees x Reader #Patrick Bateman x Reader #Stu Macher x Reader #Leatherface x Reader #Harley Quinn x Reader #Poison Ivy x Reader #Bruce Wayne x Reader #Jason Todd x Reader #Steve Rogers x Reader #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Loki Laufeyson x Reader #Cloud Strife x Reader #Spencer Reid x Reader

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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year

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Random Thought: Klaus Mikaelson

Klaus The Chef

Klaus being a great cook took you by surprise.

From the moment you two started dating he always took you out to eat. He would take you to fancy restaurants that you felt borderline uncomfortable in they were so expensive. You were having fresh scallops and risotto, lobster medallions and cheeses you couldn’t pronounce if you tried a hundred times. You quickly found out that you do not like caviar.

Some days he would pick you up and take you to breakfast. That ‘breakfast at Tiffanys’ cliche? You did it and it was actually pretty good. The food was never lacking, you loved being able to try new things without your usual financial barrier, however sometimes it was nice to just stay home.

When you woke up the first morning you stayed at his place he was ready to take you to breakfast but you didn’t want to move. ‘Nik…I’ll make us breakfast later, a simple one, I’ll make you an omelette and home fries and some sausage. It’ll be a nice brunch at home after sleep, just sleep in with me for once!’ Sleeping in wasn’t Klaus’ usual kind of morning, he had stayed at your apartment many times and he was practically up with the sun. You love Klaus, everything about him and you don’t want to change him, not even the evil stuff about him…but the early morning thing was going to need to be the one thing you…tweaked about his personality.

You were totally prepared to make breakfast when you woke up an hour later feeling a little more awake. You never expected him to go back to sleep but you had hoped he would at least snuggle with you and you immediately worried he might be upset that you had turned down his breakfast plans prompting you to get out of bed. As you made it downstairs though you were greeted with your sexy Hybrid, shirtless in the low riding plaid pajama pants you had gotten him as a joke knowing he doesn’t wear pajamas, and he was cooking…you thought you were still dreaming.

‘Good morning Little Wolf. Hungry?’ You nodded, mouth still slack in shock and he chuckled. ‘You think I’ve lived 1000 years of life and not learned how to make an omelette?’

‘I thought you might be upset that I ruined your breakfast plans-‘

‘Oh, no Love, of course not!’ He put the fork down and came over, wrapping his arms around you tightly. ‘I should have known you wouldn’t want to go out every morning, I just love to treat you, you know that. We can have breakfast at home whenever you want, dinner too.’ You leaned in, kissing him and wrapping your arms around his neck before trailing your hands down his chest.

‘Can you always wear this when you make our food?’ He snorted, kissing you again harder this time before sitting you on the chair at the island.

He gave you a cheese omelette with home fries and sausage along with toast and you ended up taking breakfast back to bed, watching a movie and just relaxing for the first time while sharing a meal and that moment became one of your favorite memories. You could get used to Klaus cooking, he’s damn good at it.

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venbetta · 7 months

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SB x Animal Crossing Headcanons

Freddy

His island theme would either space themed or have a woodsy feel. Maybe he would have one half of the island start off as woodsy, and then further into it it becomes space. His villagers are definitely bears and cubs, maybe one bunny villager as a homage to Bonnie (he's definitely got a high friendship with said bunny villager). He's definitely a good island representative, making sure he takes care of his island and is always building something. His island is before his own needs, so his house would probably only be up to the 2nd upgrade. He's willing to help out other players by giving them NMTs and bells, since he seems to be rich in that aspect. He doesn't change out any of his villagers, and he gets sad whenever one of them wants to move...

His island is 5 stars.

His villagers: Beardo, Ike, Megan, Charlise, Grizzly, Stitches, Maple, Poncho, Bluebear, and Sasha.

Chica

Her island is bright colored, mostly pastel pink, everything is cutesy and food related too. She definitely has little shops and decorations meant to represent food stands. She's just enjoys collecting pink items and coming up with new build ideas for the island. She definitely has perfect fruit as well. She's got the full DIY cook book completed, having an overabundance of recipes which she gives to players and friends for free whenever they visit. She's also great at happy home design. She's a master at the stalk market... she's got the best prices. She's a 4 star island.

Most of her villagers are birds and bunnies...

Her villagers:

Ruby, Coco, Dotty, Piper, Jay, Midge, Quinn, Phil, Phoebe, Cranston

Roxy

Her island is car themed, with a big makeshift salon she created. She has a lot of clothes and hair styles, it's a fashion show every week. She has a lot of wands too. Her storage is running out of space because of how much shit she has...

She forces her villagers to stay, she likes them a lot. She dresses them up, even Barold. She's got a good friendship with Viviane, that's her girl. She's not rich like Freddy or Chica, but she's just having a good time hanging around her villagers and collecting clothing items.

Her villagers:

Audie, Fang, Skye, Viviane, Ankha, Bonbon, Barold, Judy, Amelia

Monty

His island is country swamp theme, one side is country the other swamp. He's not a good builder but he's trying, he's got a few furniture items he's using the build with. Freddy's always giving him stuff, as much as he doesn't want it. A lot of unread mail...

Bros chilling with his flimsy tools.

He's not focused too much on the island, but he likes island hopping and collecting resources, mostly visiting his friend's islands to hang out. He prefers fishing and filling out his critter encyclopedia, and filling the museum. He doesn't really play that much but when he does he chills out with his villagers and fishes. His favorite villager is Dobie. He's rocking at 2 stars, but he's in no rush to get 5 stars.

His villagers:

Apollo, Kabuki, Boots, Leonardo, Drake, Rosewell, Genji, Sparro, Curt, Dobie.

Bonnie

His island is 80s bowling themed with some space elements (...coughs). Any leftover or duplicate items Freddy had he'd nab to put on his own island, most of which were space themed. He likes island hopping most for resources and to increase profits. He's got four stars, he's trying to reach 5 stars so he can brag to Roxy (she's at 3 stars). Most of his villagers are bunnies, a few cubs, and a bear. Of course, he's gonna have the highest friendship with the bear villager because it reminds him of Freddy. He's definitely using his secluded beach as a little hangout spot for him and Freddy when he visits his island.

His villagers:

Claude, Snake, Tiffany, Francine, Chrissy, Kody, Pekoe, Pudge, Vladimir, Teddy

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This was just for sillies and fun

#fnaf security breach #fnaf headcanons #animal crossing #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #glamrock bonnie #roxanne wolf #montgomery gator #crossover #its just some fun ideas i came up with #i really thought it was cute hehe #text post

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lovetowee · 3 months

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Mommy Knows Best (Pt. 1?)

- For a friend, per their request - @unpottytrainedtboy

By: MrMister

“I think you should wear one,” I said sternly looking at my girlfriend.

“I’m fine. There will be no issues. I’m an adult. I do not need to wear one of those.” She was referring to the pack of diapers I held in my hand.

“Well you’ve been having accidents lately, and I’d rather not risk it going to Tiff and Logan’s tonight.” Her cheeks flushed bright red as her eyes dropped to the floor. She knew I was right.

“It hasn’t happened very often,” she protested in a pouty voice.

“You’ve wet the bed three times. You’ve even had daytime wetting accidents. Twice, I believe, you wet your pants. Not to mention that one time you pooped yourself.”

“It wasn’t my fault,” she mumbled sadly. Katie was my girlfriend. She was younger than me by two years. I was twenty-six and she was twenty-four. I was the one who ‘wore the pants’ in the relationship. Little did she know that her accidents were mainly due to my influence. I’ve always had a thing for humiliating others. And nothing brought someone lower than watching them have an accident in public. I had been slipping laxatives and diuretics into her food and drinks for the past few weeks. On top of that I did things like take her on long drives. Or I had even drugged her with sleeping pills so she wouldn’t wake up when she needed to, resulting in an accident. The more she started to believe it, the more she mentally began to lose control.

We were going to our friend’s house for the evening for some drinks. She didn’t know that tonight she was going to have a major accident. I offered her a diaper so that she might have some dignity. Even if she steadfastly refused to wear the diaper tonight, she was having the accident one way or the other. She could have it in a diaper, or in her pants.

I had been working on weakening her control slowly. I finally believed she was losing muscle strength in her bladder and bowels. In the beginning when I spiked her food and drink with laxatives she easily made it to the washroom in time. Now, she was barely making it. I did the laundry in our house and I could see the brown skid marks in her underwear as proof. Her bladder was in real bad shape, she was actually wetting the bed unassisted most times.

“Look, I know it’s not your fault. But you’ll feel a lot better if you’re protected.”

“But it’s crinkly, they’ll notice,” she whined.

“I made sure to get the discreet kind. I promise no one will notice them.”

“Please, I promise I’ll be good.”

I knew she wouldn’t. “Last chance: if you have an accident would you rather you soak your pants, or have it hidden in a diaper? Then I can just come home and change you in secret. No one will know.”

“Fine,” she said resigned. She knew who the boss was in our relationship.

We had a few hours before we were going to head over. Only thing I had to make was dinner before we left. I was making Katie’s favorite: Chicken noodle soup and garlic bread – although her soup would have a little something extra in it. So we just hung out for the afternoon enjoying each other’s company. Soon the sun started to sink and I began dinner. It didn’t take too long before everything was ready. I poured the soup in bowls, and the garlic bread on two little plates. Then I added the special ingredients to her soup: a diuretic and a very strong laxative. I planned the doses so that hopefully they would take effect while we were at Tiffany and Logan’s.

I walked out and gave her the food. “Thank you, my Love,” she said. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and went back into the kitchen to grab my own. We ate quietly and watched TV together. After we finished I gathered the dishes and told her to start getting ready.

“Make sure your diaper is on,” I yelled as she headed to our room. “And make sure you go pee before we leave.”

“I will,” she said annoyed. I was smiling to myself while I washed the dishes. Tonight was going to be so much fun. Katie really had no idea. Poor thing. Once done with the dishes I went upstairs to get ready. Katie was checking herself out in the mirror when I entered our room. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a nice red shirt. Her hair was shoulder length and auburn. She was so cute, I just wanted her to be my baby forever.

“Can you tell I’m wearing a diaper?” she asked. I walked over and pulled her shirt up. I looked down at her butt and was genuinely surprised I couldn’t tell at all. That was excellent, she would feel more confident. I wrapped my arms around her from behind. I kissed the back of her neck. My hands played with the front of her jeans feeling the padding beneath that covered her. She moaned a little as I caressed her.

“I cannot see anything, You will be fine. Plus,” I said letting go of her, “you said you’d be a big girl tonight. So it’s just a precaution.”

“Yeah, I’m staying dry tonight.” I chuckled quietly to myself as I finished getting ready. Within the hour we were ready and in the car. The ride was only about fifteen minutes across town. So I started the engine and we were off.

We had barely started our trip when I could see Katie slightly fidgeting out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t believe the diuretic was already taking effect. I watched her a little more before stirring the pot. “You okay, Darling?” She just stared out the window trying to hide from my question. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Is there anywhere we can quickly stop?” she asked in a little voice.

“Why?” I wanted to make her say it out loud.

“I really, really, have to pee,” she whimpered.

“I told you to go before we left.”

“I did!” she turned to me protesting, “You know I went before we left.” It was true I had seen her go into the washroom. And I had heard her successfully go pee at home.

“Well, we’re five minutes from Tiff’s place you can go when we get there.” She had no idea it was completely out of her control. She was noticeably squirming now. Her hands were jammed between her legs. Finally as we turned onto the right street I hear my favorite sound: a small whimper.

“Oh no,” she whispered. I pulled into the driveway, and parked the car. I looked over at Katie whose head was hung low. I knew what was happening.

“I knew the diaper was a good idea. Finish going pee, then we’ll go in.” I turned the car off so I could hear the faint hiss of urine as she finished. We sat quietly in the car for a few minutes.

“Can I take it off?” she turned to look at me, her eyes wet with tears. I smiled reassuringly but ultimately said, no.

“Melissa please,” she whined, “it’s all swollen they will see.” I reached over and felt the front of her pants.

“I cannot feel anything,” I said, undoing my seat belt. “You’ll be fine. If that is the only accident tonight, no one will be able to tell.”

“Please just let me take it off. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“No, let’s go,” I said firmly. “You had an accident like a toddler and you can stay in it.” I got out of the car and she slowly followed me. I grabbed her hand as we walked to the front door. I rang the doorbell and whispered, “You’ll be fine, Love.” Tiffany answered the door and ushered us in.

“Hey guys, so glad to see you,” she said hugging me. “Logan they’re here!” She gave Katie a hug too. We took our shoes off and followed her into the house. Tiffany wore a very attractive dress. She had tan skin and very dark hair. Katie was very cute and that’s why I loved her. Tiffany was like a model. She had big breasts and a well toned butt. But she wasn’t my type. She was just too sexy for my likings. I didn’t like strong women, like Tiff, I preferred the quiet ones like Katie whom I could control a little more easily. And it didn’t matter anyway because Tiffany was straight.

The kitchen was loaded with snacks: meat, cheese and veggies. Logan and Tiff were well off so they always supplied everything when we came over to visit. I could see the TV room, the football game was on and Logan was standing in front watching.

“Here,” Tiffany said handing us each a glass of wine. “Logan come say hello.” Katie and Tiff started up a conversation as Logan came over to me with a beer in one hand.

“Hey Gals, how are things?”

“Great,” I said happily, “Katie just got a promotion at her job.”

“Oh that’s amazing!” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “Tiffany is still hunting for a better job.”

“Oh my God,” Tiff spoke up, “I cannot stand working for my new boss, he’s such a dick. Ever since he started my whole job has just sucked.” We all just shot the shit for a while. We sipped our drinks, and snacked on snacks. Tiffany was my friend from High School. That is where she had met Logan. They had gotten married early and they’ve always done well for themselves. They were a bit basic in my opinion. They’re the type of people who think ‘Doggy Style’ was something that was hot and exciting. I was also pretty sure Logan had a crush on me. Even though he knew that I was playing for the other team.

Eventually we started playing cards. Logan bounced between that and the football game. We all talked about our lives and caught up on all we had missed in the last few weeks. I kept feeding Katie drinks in the hope it would make her more forgetful. I stopped drinking because I said I had to drive, but that wasn’t the real reason. I wanted to be alert for when what I hoped would happen, happened.

We snacking again and Tiff was telling me all about her horrible boss when Katie stood up and announced she was going to the washroom. I cut her off and kissed her quickly whispering, “Your diaper better stay on.” She nodded.

She hugged me and said, “I’m just going pee, honest. I told you I would be okay.” I couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary and there were no wet spots on her pants from a second accident. Her bladder must not have been as weak as I hoped, much to my dismay. I went back and continued my conversation with Tiffany.

In a few minutes Katie was back. She came over and stood by me. I wrapped my arms around her back. I looked like I just had my arm around her waist, but my fingers played with the waist of her jeans. Yes, I felt the diaper. She had not removed it. Not that I cared if she did, it would just be more of a mess in her pants. How silly of me, I thought rubbing her back now. She had nowhere to throw the diaper away. She had to keep it on. Katie poured herself another drink. Her cheeks were red since she was starting to get drunk.

Logan’s football game finally ended and he came over to chat, his attention no longer divided. He told me about this idea he had for a business. It sounded similar to an idea I had. So we were talking avidly about that while Katie and Tiff were engrossed in a topic I couldn’t quite make out. I was watching Katie, lost in her conversation, and sipping her drink. Every now and then her hand casually moved over her tummy. The laxatives were having an effect, I thought happily to myself. I was hoping Katie was too distracted to notice her growing urge. Even if she slightly noticed the urge she had difficulty pooping at other people’s houses. So I bet she would try to stall as long as possible.

Katie and Tiff came over, and all four of us were all eagerly chatting. I was contributing but I didn’t know what I said because I was watching and hoping.

Then, mid conversation, it happened.

Katie’s stomach and bowels made a loud, audible gurgle. She stopped talking as her eyes opened wide. The sounds from her were quite obvious and everyone had stopped talking now, in shock. We could hear wet, messy sounds as her bowels emptied themselves into her diaper. I could just imagine the warm mess spreading between her cheeks. I could tell she was trying to stop herself but the laxatives were too strong. And with a final bubbly, squish sound she was done. Silence and a smell began to waft around the kitchen. Katie’s eyes watered and she rushed off to the washroom, hiding her face.

“Is she okay?” Tiff asked. Logan just looked disgusted.

“I better go check,” I excused myself. I was probably the only person at the moment who was ecstatic. I was over the moon. Everything had gone perfectly. I could feel my panties getting damp with arousal. But I had to play this well. I needed to get her home and comfort her. When I was all she had, she would be my baby.

I knocked on the door, “It’s me.” I could hear her crying as she unlocked the door. I got in, closed the door and gave her a hug. “It’s okay,” I soothed, “it’s okay. Just breathe.” She cried into my shoulder. I was so turned on. It was her embarrassment – plus the smell of her mess – really had me soaked. This wasn’t about me though, not yet at least.

“Honey, I’m going to tell them you’re sick and not feeling well.” She rubbed some tears from her eyes, but nodded. “You stay here, and when I come back we’ll go right to the car. Okay?” She nodded again.

I left the bathroom, once again closing the door behind me. Logan and Tiffany were whispering heatedly as I approached the kitchen. They stopped as I got near.

“So is she okay?” Tiff asked again.

“She’s not feeling well, maybe a little too much to drink,” I explained. “We’re just going to head home.”

“I hope she feels better soon,” Tiff added. I could tell she didn’t care. Her and Logan were too normal to really be able to handle something like this.

“Of course,” I said, “sorry. Thanks for the the great night. We’ll just let ourselves out.” With that I turned to go. Neither of them followed to see us out. I could make out Logan saying, “She shit her pants, that’s so gross.” It didn’t faze me; I had what I came for.

I knocked on the bathroom door and ushered her out. She was still crying with her head hung low. Outside we went and got into the car. Tiff and Logan would probably never invite us back, but who needed Normies? Katie stood outside of the car with the door open, staring at the seat.

“Come on Katie-bear, hop in.”

“But, but,” she protested through tears.

“it cannot get any worse, Honey. Just get in and get it over with. The sooner we’re home the sooner I can clean you up.” She slowly got in the car, trying to put as little weight as she could on the mess in her diaper. But it was a losing battle. She looked mortified as her dirty bum mush have squished all around her diaper. She started to cry again as soon as the door was closed. I pulled out of the driveway. The smell of her accident was very obvious in our small car.

“Well, aren’t you glad you wore the diaper?”

“I guess,” she sniffled.

“At least your pants didn’t get ruined.”

“But now Tiff and Logan think I’m a disgusting baby.”

“No they don’t,” I reassured her.

“Yes they do. Plus I smell gross and I feel gross. And I’m a grown woman who just shit her pants.” She continued crying and I loved every second of it. “I don’t even care anymore.” I didn’t quite know what she meant by that last comment, but soon in the passing street lights I could make out a dark spot growing on the front of her jeans. She was peeing again, and not even trying to hold it. The diaper was too full from her previous wetting and it had begun to leak. “Since everyone thinks I’m a baby, I’ll just potty in my pants like a baby.” I hoped she was serious, but she also was quite drunk, so maybe it was that. Either way whether she accepted it or not she was going to be using diapers the rest of her life.

“Katie you’re beautiful and I love you. I’m always here for you. I don’t think you’re a baby. You’re strong, independent, and you’re my big girl. It’s okay to have accidents every now and again.”

“Really?” she asked, her tears starting to finally dry.

“Who cares if you shit yourself, it happens to the best of people.” She was quiet. “You don’t know this but Tiff wet herself at a party when we were sixteen. It can happen to anyone.”

“Okay,” she mumbled, “I love you.” Her tears had dried and she just stared out the window. We got home and pulled into our driveway. I turned the car off and got out. Lucky for her it was dark, so even if our neighbors were out no one would be able to see anything. Katie got out of the car and slowly waddled to the front door. I could tell she did not like the feeling of her dirty bum.

“Wait for me upstairs,” I commanded. She knew where to go to get changed. This obviously wasn’t the first time.

Alright, I thought to myself, time to take this thing home! I went to the covered where I had hid a few things for a moment like this. I removed them from their packaging and got everything ready before I heading upstairs and dealing with my very wet, very messy baby girl.

I set the items down where she couldn’t see. I grabbed the wipes, baby powder, and a fresh diaper. She was already laying on the floor with her clothes off. I had trained her well.

“You had some trouble tonight, Sweetie. So we’re going to put you in another diaper for bed.” She didn’t fight me this time, she just looked at me and nodded. I undid the sides of her diaper and opened it up. Her whole bum was covered in poop. The whole diaper was a wet, brown mess. Her perfectly shaved vagina was also covered from when she had sat on her dirty bum. She really looked like a two-year-old who had just had a blowout. Her hands covered her face in embarrassment. As if hiding would make the mess and shame disappear.

“At least your tummy is happy now, with all that yuck out,” I reassured as I pat her belly gently. “It would have been all over your nice panties if you weren’t in diapers. Then you’d feel really little.” I grabbed some wipes and started to get to work. I began with her butt cheeks that were caked in warm poop. I wiped and wiped and slowly her cheeks were white once more. I was cleaning her little butt hole when she started to whimper.

“Mel,” she said in a tiny voice.

“Yes, Honey,” I said. My hand stopped cleaning her.

“My tummy is grumbly again.” Her eyes were wet with tears again.

“You have to potty again?” She nodded. “Okay,” I said and quickly slipped a fresh diaper under her partially cleaned bum and taped it up. “Mommy is here, you get all the yuckies out.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she responded. She stopped looking at me and turned to face the wall. I was happy these laxatives were still doing their job. I hadn’t even finished cleaning the first mess and she was about to go for round two! Before she started her business I walked over and grabbed one of the items from the table. I walked back over and popped the pacifier into her mouth. She took it without protest and began to suck on it quietly. Through the sucking I could hear her pushing as she wetly went potty into her fresh diaper. I watched it bulge out as her bubbly, farty mess poured out of her. I just wanted to stick my face down there. It sounded like another soft mess. A couple more pushes and some noise between her legs, and she must have finally finished.

“All done,” she said sounding childish talking with a soother in her mouth.

“For sure this time?” I asked in my stern Mommy voice. “Don’t have to pee again?” she shook her head. “And no more poops?” Head shake again. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll clean you up. Just enjoy your pacifier.”

So once again I undid her diaper. Her mess was a lot creamier and it smelled very bad this time around, not that I wasn’t turned on. Katie was holding her nose as I started to clean her butt cheeks again. I got her pale cheeks nice and clean for the second time. I made sure in between the cheeks and her butt hole were spotless. Finally I cleaned up her vagina, making sure to clean her well to avoid infections. After I was done I gently teased her pussy lips. She moaned softly as I touched her. Then, before things got too out of hand, I covered her in baby powder and taped a new diaper on her.

“Go get your onesie on, please.” Katie got up, still sucking her soother, and grabbed an orange fox onesie from the closet. She put it on and got in bed. She knew the drill. I brought the other item I had prepared over: a bottle of milk. I took the pacifier out of her mouth and she looked upset. I quickly handed her the bottle and she eagerly started drinking it. She closed her eyes.

“Sleep tight, Angel,” I said kissing her forehead.

“Good night, Mommy,” she said quietly. And I left her to sleep. I hoped she was embracing this lifestyle, and it wasn’t still the booze talking. Either way she was mine. I had spiked the milk with a sleeping pill, another light diuretic, and a basic laxative. She would have no idea. Hopefully she would wake up wet and messy. Then we could do this all again tomorrow.

I smiled to myself, Mommy always got what she wanted.

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