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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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Ive Fallen

The moment they fell in love with you~

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk x GN Reader

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Luffy

It was the moment you had made him his favorite meal and said the magic words-

"Hey Luffy welcome back!" You say cheerfully as you set down a plate for a customer. Your regular Luffy coming in for his normal mountain of food-

"Hey (Y/N)!" He said cheerfully as he set himself on his normal bench. You already having his glass of milk poured as you set it before him and got his plate consisting of his favorite items you had already made ahead of time.

"I saw you were getting your boat ready to set sail"

"I got to get everything going for when im pirate king!" He said loudly, taking a hefty bite of his food. You smiled, always loving his optimistic ways.

"Well, I believe in you Luffy. If there is anyone who will become king of the pirates its you" You say cheerfully and give him a smile.

Luffy felt his heart beating like a drum and warmth developed his body. Like your words had kicked his heart into action-

"Oop let me go refill Mr. Yamos drinks" You say cheerfully as you go to continue your work, Luffys eyes following you.

Had you always looked this pretty?

Zoro

When he saw you training

Zoro was.. well lost- He had needed to use the restroom when the ship made port and it was like he made one turn and suddently his was in a deep forest.

Fuck-

So Zoro went to make his way back, unknowingly getting himself more and more lost.

Stumbling through a clearing he stopped when he saw you- standing there practicing formation and swings with your sword- So beautiful and powerful, he couldn't help but be mesmerized.

Standing there watching from the trees he couldn't help but feel some warmth come to his cheeks, finally working the will to approach.

"Need a sparing partner?" He offered as he stepped forward.

Sanji

When he saw you baking and trying the food some kids had made for you

They had made port to restock supplies, in his case get more groceries since Luffy ate enough for 5 men. Walking through the streets of the village he smelled the sweets before he saw you- in the window letting out trays of freshly baked treats with a smile on your lips.

Your smile drew him to stop midstep and watch. A few young children running past him to the shop as they held up their treats to you-

He saw the pastry even from here he could see it was burned and most likely raw in the center, the thick layer of flower on the bottom no better then cement. Any person with a pallet wouldn't be able to swallow it- not even Luffy. However you smiled and took a big bite of the pastry and swallowed.

Smiling at the child and praising them on doing so well- Sanji felt his chest tughten and warmth unlike his normal attraction bubble in his system, his feet moving faster then his mind as he approached your bakery.

Buggy

When he saw you perform for the first time

Buggy had stopped by a village during a festival, Normally he would have just raided the place but he had a soft spot for festivals like this- So for now the village was spared.

Especially since they had one hell of a hot dog stand which he gladly took part in. While standing there eating his treat he turned to see the grand bonfire that was being set up as music started to be played, everyone starting to gather and dance- And then he saw you.

Singing and dancing along to the music as you stole the show, twirling around the fire with others as your clothes seemed to highly glow next to the light of the bonfire making you look like a living star.

Buggy felt Hypnotized as he watched you, The way you sang, dance and your overall grace.

He had never wanted to see another person perform so badly in his life, a warmth Flooding his face and chest as he watched you laugh and walk away to get a drink. Standing up to follow and work up the nerve to speak with you.

Shanks

When he heard you singing while gardening

Ah to he back at his favorite bar

He stepped out to get some fresh air, the warmth of the sun hitting his skin and making him feel energized. His train of thought was broken however as he heard singjng?- this wasn't a area that had a choir or anything like that so it caught his interest following the song to behind the bar.

Turning around the corner he spotted you, on your knees in the herb garden thay grew next to the restaurant gathering things needed for drunks and food.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you as your voice washed through him- you looked so damn cute, paired with your singing it just made his chest squeeze at the sight.

"You have a beautiful voice" He said softly before giving you a sly smile, seeing you turn back to him and blush at being caught.

Mihawk

When you were sitting by the fireplace reading

Mihawk had arrived in a sleepy village, going to the nearest inn for the night to rest. Typically he would have just camped outside but the flash flood pouring over the village said otherwise-

Entering he spotted you right away, seated infront of the fire with a book. Normally he wouldn't bother glancing at such a sight but in truth he couldn't turn away.

You just looked so elegant? Seated so perfectly infront of that grand fireplace in comforble warm clothes, a cup of tea next to you and eyes focused only on the written word.

"Sir would you like a room?" The old women snapping him from his thoughts as he quickly nodded and paid for the room. Deciding it was best to just approach.

"What are you reading?" He asked, watching your eyes travel up to meet his and giving him a gentle smile as you tell him about the book series you were reading and offering him to read the first edition since you'd already completed it.

He accepts and sits at the chair across from you- A comforble relaxes feeling washing through him at this and he couldn't help but let his eyes fall in you.

Lovely

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levilxvr · 5 months

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a/n: i had too much caffeine i think im high also this isnt proofread so apologies if theres mistakes!😍

cw: nsfw, afab!reader, quickie hehehe

im just imagining levi helping you with your uniform in the morning before you set off on a mission. You’re in his room early in the morning, facing him standing between his legs while he sits on his bed and yanks at the straps on your waist. He insists on helping you to tighten them and adjust your odm gear before leaving, and of course you obliged.

But soon his hands begin to roam your body, straying from your waist up your abdomen to your breasts which drew his full attention. levi hums softly, running his thumbs over them as you grab his forearms and look down at his pretty face. “levi.. we gotta go soon,”

he ignores you and licks his lips instead, gazing up at your gorgeous figure standing right before him. You’re so perfect in his eyes, and it turns him on even more when he sees you clad in your uniform. How foolish it would be for him to miss this opportunity especially when he probably won’t be able to do anything with you for the next few days.

levi is fully aware that everyone is probably starting to head to the assembly point and warm up. but fuck it all. to him, this damn mission can hold on while he worships you for a few minutes.

“i know…shit, you know what, i’ll make it quick.” he bites his lip and assists you as you both begin unbuckling and removing everything. You can see the tent in his pants, feel the heat beginning to grow in your core. It’s too late to turn back and soon you’re both completely stripped off your gear and bottoms.

He grabs your waist, turning you around as your hands drop to his mattress to support yourself as he pushes his cock through your folds. his precum is working as a lubricant while he begins to slide in and out with one hand resting on your groin, circling your clit in rough, quick motions. your breaths are the only sound filling the room, along with soft curses and kisses on your neck.

“are you close pretty girl?” he hisses out as his cock throbs inside you. you’re squeezing him so well and he’s certain you’re gonna make him cum soon. You can’t help but gasp when he picks up the pace, relentlessly pounding you until your orgasm hits and your pussy tightens around him so much he has to pull out and release on your back.

“fuuck..” you turn around and see his brows furrowed, milking himself dry as your legs shake from your own high.

you close your eyes, savouring the bliss as you finally recover but the knock on his door startles both of you. It’s hange, yelling at him to stop dilly dallying and get downstairs.

“the entire regiment is waiting for yall at the courtyard!”

“calm down shitty glasses, we’ll be down in five.” levi rolls his eyes as he curses under his breath and begins to fumble with the buckles again, promising to fuck you long and good the next time you get the chance.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #levi smut #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan #levi x reader smut #levi ackerman drabble #idk why i’m awake rn #levi x fem!reader

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holdinbacksecrets · 3 months

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shadow, my shadow, my shadow

seungcheol: his name in your phone is cherries. no one gets it. it confuses all your friends. people don’t take the time to dissect what’s right in front of them. instead, they hope the answer will drop, release from its stem all on its own. here it is: he stains your skin; he fills your belly with laughter, with love, and it’s deep, an alluring maroon. the only color you ask for at the nail salon. the only color painted across your lips on a friday night. the only color saturating the sky in your dreams

jeonghan: he’s always just a telephone call away. he’s always just a handful of dialed digits away. he’s always close enough to touch before slipping away. he’s never close enough to believe. he’s a really fucking good dream, but it falters as soon as you wake up. he’s an almost. he’s an if only i had better luck

soonyoung: his embrace is overwhelming. it used to burn your skin. it used to keep you up for a night or two. it used to make you shake and press your hands against his chest, whispering too close, you’re too close to me. so you started to lay out in the sun and welcome the warmth. you started to visit tucked away cafes and drink delicious beverages. you started to welcome the love without argument, and his embrace became divine comfort, soft serenity, warm weather

wonwoo: your ceiling is beautiful. you’ve watched it for hours like a science project or a call to worship. sun rays display themselves so beautifully across it, covering crevices, blanketing stark white in something ethereal. you called in sick to work and haven’t looked at your phone since. you’ll stay just like this until nightfall and an embrace turns you away from the canvas high. he pulls you into him, whispers your name against your skin. you wonder if he says it as a reminder

seokmin: he’s beautiful. his constellated moles create your favorite sky—stars close enough to touch, and you’ve always wanted to touch stars. you drew fishing poles for three years as a kid, imagining a bucket filled with stars knocking your leg on the journey home. it sat beside number one on your christmas list, hoping santa clause would make a dream come true. he let it simmer, kept you waiting for a decade, kept you waiting long enough for the desire to slip, kept you waiting for so long that the real thing surpassed the imaginary

mingyu: he baked cookies for your birthday because you don’t like cake, and there’s something about the texture of frosting you can’t quite get behind—can’t trust the silky smooth. he brought home the milk that comes in a glass bottle. it’s delicious and thick and warms your heart with sweet nostalgia. you open his gifts first because he asked you to, and you find a beautiful goblet that’s the color of summer peaches. he fills it to the rim with glass-bottle milk. he fills his goblet too and presses a candle into the stack of cookies. the wish arrives as soon as you close your eyes

chan: he stands behind you in the kitchen, rests his chin on your shoulder while the sun rises. you’re early risers too. never were before. then this love unraveled in your living room, and you crave more of the day

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen blurbs #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seungcheol scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seokmin scenarios #mingyu scenarios #chan scenarios

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spider-jaysart · 11 months

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Supersons headcanons:

Since Damian's a vegetarian and is much more used to eating healthier stuff, he is much more vulnerable to getting stomach aches after eating junk food and too many sweets

Jon's favorite color is yellow

Damian sometimes wears non lens glasses for the aesthetic when going out in civilian form

Jon once won a roller skating competition and earned a golden medal as a reward. He keeps it hanged up on his wall in his bedroom near his desk

Damian was one time interviewed by Buzzfeed in one of their "The puppy interview" type of videos (the series where celebrities get to play with a bunch of puppies while answering questions the whole time). He was in such a happy and smiley mood during the entire video due to being surrounded by all of the small little pups around him and getting to play with them. He even named each puppy in his head while answering all of the interviewers questions and also tried to adopt them all at the end once the video was finally over (Bruce said no though because It's too many puppies to actually handle and take care of at the same time). This video is known as one of his most popular ones because it shows an unusual joyous side of him to fans and viewers

Jon is the type that's quick to download any kind of app games that look fun to him and now he just has so many of them on his phone because of it, that it's beginning to run out of storage space at this point

Damian will always "borrow" Jon's clothes but never returns them back to him

Jon loves pop tarts. His two favorite flavors are cherry and blueberry. He got Damian to obsess over them too after letting him try one of them during a sleepover at his house. Damian's favorite poptarts are brown sugar cinnamon and the s'mores one

Damian hates Oreos and any Cookies n' creme flavored food while Jon is the one that actually loves them

Damian has beef with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles after losing a skate boarding race to them one time with Jon (a refrence to another headcanon of mines that's in a separate post)

Jon and Damian both cosplayed as Ashley and Leon from the Resident evil 4 remake one time for fun while going to a video game convention (Jon was dressed as Ashley while Damian was dressed as Leon)

Jon adores Damian's young little Nephew and Niece Mar'i and Jake and loves it whenever Dick is visiting with Kory and them at the Manor, because that's when he gets to see them both again all the time

Jon had one time gotten some chocolate milk spilled all over his shirt because of some new bullies who had done it to him during lunch time. Jon was very upset about it because it was his most favorite shirt that was just ruined, especially because of the worst fact that it was also currently picture day at his school, so he was gonna have to be forced to take his photo looking like this. Fortunately for him though, Damian had soon found him sitting down outside before photo time, as the young half Kryptonian was just in a distressed mood. After explaining everything to his best friend about what had happened to him earlier, Damian immediately got an idea and used his artistic skills to fix the problem by grabbing one of his black pens out of his backpack and drawing on top of the stains on Jon's shirt with it to make it look like it had actually belonged there. Once he was finally done, Jon's shirt looked surprisingly even better than before, with all of the line art that Damian had drew on it looking like an artistic peice of a pirate ship on the sea, making the chocolate stains look like the splashes of the seas water on the shirt. Jon happily thanked his best friend and gave him a tight hug in response, quickly running to go get his school photo taken soon after letting go of him. And while Jon was now busy doing that, Damian meanwhile went to go find the bullies that were messing with Jon to give them a little payback for what they had done to his best friend earlier and everything else that Jon had told him about. After that day, the bullies never bothered Jon again, which was kind of a surprise to him, especially with how unusually fearful they would always seem to be whenever interacting with him now. He has no idea why they currently act this way with him, but he doesn't mind it so much and is happier about it being this way instead anyways, since they leave him alone now (Another thing that had also surprised him was the fact that all three of the bullies had matching black eyes in their picture day photo in the school's yearbook as well. And after getting the chance to show them to Damian while in confusion about it, his best friend just shrugs his shoulders and says he wonders what it could've possibly been that had happened to them in response, while also seeming very "clueless" about it as well)

#Damijon #Jondami #Damian wayne #Jon kent #Damian al ghul #Jonathan kent #Damian al ghul wayne #Jonathan samuel kent #Supersons #Super sons #Superboy #Robin #Damian wayne x jon kent #dc comics

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queenie-avenue · 3 months

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One lump or two lump of sugar?

💌 ⤻ THE BARISTA, AKIMITSU MINORU

—> you're the cream in his coffee.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, poisoning drinks, mentions of death, mentions of fantasising of murder, posessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, set in the united states, reader is implied to be not japanese but could just be read as cultural differences

notes: I'm on holiday, but I've had this in my drafts for a while so feast! I will be back next week with more content!

💌 ⤻ archives.

You had been coming to neko no ashi for a few months by now. It was a small café on the side of the street where you lived that had grown popular recently thanks to just the vibe of the café, but as well as the cute man manning the counter and making the coffee. You had been coming there since day one, so you were honestly happy for the owner; he deserved the recognition.

The adorable little cat-shaped bell rang as you entered the quaint little café with a smile. "Hi Minoru." You smiled and waved at him. Both of you were on a first name basis, which may have not seemed like a lot, but it was crazy to think about considering Minoru's Japanese origins. Rarely did couples even refer to each other with their first names at times, but that could just be Minoru assimilating to the American culture.

"I'll take a latté. Something simple today." You smiled at him as you checked your phone, waiting for your date to arrive.

Minoru nodded and cashed in your drink, took your money, and went towards the coffee-making machine, your steps subtly following the barista; liking to always see how your coffee is made, from tampering the ground up beans to the way the milk is steeped.

Just as you were in the midst of admiring Minoru's craftsmanship, he spoke up. "You look beautiful today." He smiled as he steeped the milk.

You, of course, blushed. Neko no ashi had gone viral just because of his good looks. They weren't conventional, but they drew people in because of how soft and beautiful he looked. "Thanks, I got a date today."

He twitched, but you didn't notice.

"Really?"

"Yeah, my friends are egging me on to find someone, you know?" You spoke to the barista sheepishly, a bit embarrassed by the fact all your friends were already dating, and you had barely managed to even take a dip in the dating pool. "He seems like a cute guy, though."

"What does he look like?" Minoru responded eerily fast.

"Tall, I guess? With brown hair and blue eyes. He has glasses." You shrugged, you weren't the best at describing people.

"Fun, I hope you have a good first date." He replied, sliding the coffee over to you. As usual, the signature cat was imprinted using the milk. There was even a cute little heart shape beside the cat.

"Looks like the cat is wishing me a happy first date, too." You smiled warmly before walking away towards an empty seat, waiting for your date to show up.

"...yeah." He replied after you left.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Your date went okay. It wasn't phenomenal, but he seemed nice so far. Just then, he froze up in place.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked the guy seated in front of you as he lunged over the seat. He quickly apologised and ran out of the cafe into the street, his face green as he ran towards the nearest place that had a toilet available for him to barf into.

"Oh dear," Minoru commented, wiping his hands as he strolled on by. "I hope he's okay." He commented as Minoru began to clear up his cup of coffee, eyeing you like a hawk as you looked so concerned for him, barely paying any attention to your loving barista.

"If anything, I can accompany you too." He offered as he threw out the evidence.

"Here's a coffee for you. Oh, don't worry, it's for free. Just for you, [y/n]."

#yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere blog #yandere male x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere fic #male yandere #yandere #yandere barista

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j0elmill3r · 1 year

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No Alarms & No Surprises

Pairing - Joel Miller x Young!Daughter!Reader, Sarah Miller x sister!reader

Summary - An insight into your last normal day on earth, and your sister's last day on earth entirely.

Warnings - Some angst, swearing, mentions of Sarah's death, violence, reader has hinted ADHD so make of that what you will, Joel has one moment of being a bit of an asshole

A/N - Thanks for the request anon! I made the reader about 5/6 for this one, as always feedback, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated - and I just want to thank everyone for the love on the end of all things!

Word Count - 4.1k oopsie...I got carried away

Request - Anonymous asked:

Hii! Could I request a Joel Miller x Young Daughter!reader about the day the Outbreak happened? It can be angsty, is can be anything you're comfortable writing really! ❤️

You groaned and rubbed your eyes are you felt arms wrap around you and lift you out of your bed, rubbing your eyes at the sudden flashes of light from the sun that was streaming into your room.

"Good morning, baby girl," Joel said softly, smiling as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. You were his youngest, Sarah's half-sister, even though she didn't like to call you a 'half' sister. As much as you were a bit unexpected, it didn't mean that you weren't loved by your dad, sister, and uncle Tommy, even though Joel found it hilarious when you unintentionally bullied his younger brother.

"Morning daddy," You replied, rubbing your eyes of sleep and stretching in your dad’s arms, then settling and resting your head on his shoulder. "Happy birthday." You told him sleepily. Joel smiled as he kissed the side of your head, taking you downstairs to where your older sister stood in the kitchen. She turned to face your dad, a slight pout of frustration on her face as she rummaged through the kitchen cupboards.

"Where's the pancake mix?" She asked him, watching as your face lit up at the mention of your favourite breakfast foods.

"I want pancakes!" You cheered excitedly, tugging on your dad’s t-shirt, which unaware to the both of you, he was wearing inside out. Joel suddenly remembered Sarah's addition to the week’s grocery list and sighed.

"Oh, was I?" Sarah arched her eyebrow at him, an unimpressed look on her face. "Yeah, I was, sorry." Joel apologised sheepishly, trying to avoid the hard gaze of his oldest daughter. Sarah sighed and pouted at her dad.

"I was gonna make you birthday pancakes," She said, the same pout on her face. You frowned, did this mean you wouldn't be getting any pancakes?! Joel smiled at her as he set you on the kitchen counter to pour himself his coffee.

"You know, I don't really like pancakes," He told Sarah, watching as she shrugged her shoulders and giggled.

"I know, they were for mine and y/n's benefit," She said, handing you a glass of orange juice, then one to Joel, who furrowed his brows at the offering. "For vitamin C," Sarah told him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So how old are you today?" She asked. When you thought about it, you didn't really know how old your dad was.

"36," He answered, your jaw falling in shock. "What?" Joel asked you, pushing your jaw back up gently to close your mouth.

"That's so many, daddy!" You yelled, making Sarah laugh at just how old you thought your dad was.

"He's gonna need to wear diapers soon," Sarah nudged your side, laughing as your giggled at your sister’s joke. Joel shook his head and smiled, the sounds made his heart happy, his two baby girls laughing, even at his own expense.

"Who's to say I already don't?" He jokingly asked. You screwed your face up and put your spoon down, dropping it into the bowl of milk in front of you.

"I'm not hungry anymore," You said, looking at your dad. Sarah finished her breakfast and put yours and her dishes in the sink, taking your hand and bringing you upstairs to help you get ready for school. "I drew daddy this picture for his birthday." You said, proudly showing the picture you had used your good crayons on making a present for your dad. Sarah took it from you gently and inspected it.

"Wow, this is so good!" She told you, watching as your face lit up at the praise. "I'm sure he'll love it, but when I come to get you from school, we need to get the bus somewhere to get something for dad, but you can't tell him, okay?" You nodded in understanding, making the motion to zip your lips and throw away the key. She smiled at your innocent gesture and got everything you needed for the day into your backpack.

"Y/n! Sarah! Let’s go, we're gonna be late!" You ran down the stairs at your dad’s call while Sarah got money and his watch, planning to get it fixed for his birthday. Joel bent down to pick you up, slinging your small backpack over his shoulder. "Where's Sarah, baby?" He asked you. Oh no. You didn't know to lie to your dad. He always said lying was bad! Joel noticed the slight look of terror in your eyes, luckily enough, Sarah came downstairs, saving you from needing to lie to your dad. "Where were you?" He asked Sarah.

"Bathroom," She told him nonchalantly, following Joel and Tommy out the front door and watching as her dad locked the front door. Joel went over to his truck and started to strap you into your car seat.

"Hey, neighbour!" The voice caught Sarah off guard, only for her to realise that it was that of their next-door neighbour, Danny Adler. He was feeding his mother-in-law by hand, Sarah trying not to stare with a sense of unease in her stomach.

"Oh, hi," Sarah replied, a smile on her face as she gave a small wave. You struggled in your car seat, your childish curiosity getting the better of you - you wanted to see who your sister was talking to.

"Uh, Connie was askin' after you and the little one, since you girls haven't been over in a while," Danny said, giving you a small wave from the backseat of your dad’s truck. Joel went over to Sarah, having finished strapping you into the car.

"Go on, make 'em happy," He encouraged Sarah, who reluctantly sighed and turned back to the neighbours.

"Oh, we could come by after school? But, just for, like, a little bit?" She offered. Sarah really didn't want to drag you into it, but she wasn't going through that alone, that would make it 100x more insufferable. You had stopped listening to the conversation your sister was having and turned your attention to your uncle Tommy, who had put a cigarette in his mouth. You furrowed your brows and started pouting, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Hey," You said, getting a hum in response from your uncle Tommy. "Put that away, daddy doesn't like people smokin' around me 'cause I'm asamatic," Tommy tried not to laugh at your pronunciation of 'Asthmatic', he just shook his head at you - Your 5-year-old self, however, did not appreciate his tone and actions. "Bitch." You said, in the most innocent tone you could. Tommy's jaw dropped, looking over at Joel as he in Sarah got into the truck.

"What?" Joel asked his younger brother.

"Your child just called me a bitch, Joel," Joel chuckled as he looked back at you, with the most angelic smile your little face could muster. He sighed as he started driving.

"That's my girl."

You held your sister’s hand as you stepped onto the bus, hopping up onto the seat beside her and resting your head on her arm.

"How was school?" She asked you with a smile, looking down at you. You shrugged and played with your hands.

"This boy started acting funny today, he was chasin' me and makin' funny noises," You told your sister, sounding frightened from the day’s events. "Tried to bite me too." You confessed to her. Sarah didn't actually know what to say. She knew that some kids were feral, but this was a different level of feral.

"Did he bite you?" She questioned, sighing in relief when you shook your head. "Good," Sarah said. You sat on your knees and looked out of the window, watching as a full fleet of police cars whizzed by, sirens blaring. You sat back down and cuddled into your sister, once again feeling frightened by the noises and once more mulling over what had happened earlier. Sarah stood up and once again held your hand, waiting for you to get off of your seat. "Y/n?" She got your attention, watching as you snapped out of your apparent trance. You hopped off of the seat and got off the bus with Sarah, crossing the street over to a store -Lone Star Watch & Jewellery. You waited outside, Sarah didn't want you wandering around, it would be her luck that you would accidentally break something expensive. It wasn't long before more police cars went rushing by, sirens sounding once again, and it didn't take long for Sarah to come running out of the store, holding your dad's fixed watch in her hands. You got the bus back to your neighbourhood, where you were forced to spend time with your next-door neighbours. You didn't pay much mind to what your sister was doing with Connie, you were too fascinated with their dog, Mercy. You watched Nana in her wheelchair, making a strange noise and twitching in her wheelchair. Sarah came into the living room where you were sitting.

"Sarah?" You looked up at your older sister as she looked through the DVD shelf. She hummed in response, still scanning over the shelf. "Why is nana makin' that funny noise?" You asked her, looking back at Nana as she continued to make the same noise.

"I don't think she's making a funny noise, maybe it's just Mercy," Sarah said, trying to settle you a bit. She knew you tended to get upset and overwhelmed pretty easily, and as much as she loved you, Sarah wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with one of your meltdowns right now - the day had been stressful enough. You took it and sat back down beside Mercy, petting her as she started to whine at nana.

Okay, maybe you couldn't take it anymore. You went to the kitchen, your eyes filled with tears as you found Sarah.

"Sarah, I wanna go to home now," You said, sniffling as you rubbed your eyes. Although it was one of your meltdowns, Sarah was happy to have an excuse to leave now.

"Okay, we should probably go, thanks Mrs Adler," Sarah said, grabbing both of your backpacks and leading you out of the house as you cried. "Come on Y/N, it's okay," Sarah assured you, unlocking the front door of your house and leading you in. You were still fully sobbing as she struggled before lifting you up to try and comfort you. You started playing with your hair to give you something to focus on, sometimes if you focused too much on breathing you would stop and wouldn't know what to do, which then sent you into an asthma attack. "There, it's okay." She gently told you as you stopped crying, calming down to just sniffles. Sarah sat down on the couch with you, turning the TV on for something to keep your attention until your dad came home - She knew there was a high chance she'd get scolded for not putting you to bed, but hey, she wanted to stay on your good side. Noticing you had fallen asleep, Sarah grabbed her magazine and turned the TV over to the news.

"...No comment today from the Austin Police Department regarding a rash of violent incidents across the city, some suggesting a new street drug may be to blame. More on that when we return with Manuela Sanchez reporting live from..." Hearing the door unlock, Sarah turned the TV over once again so you wouldn't hear any of that when you woke up.

"You locked the door for once, good job," Joel said to Sarah, watching as she put her magazine down. "You know what time it is?" Joel questioned her as he lifted you to sit on his lap, you falling forward on lying on his chest.

"10" She replied, trying to divert the attention onto him being home an hour later than he said he'd be.

"Yeah, 2 hours past someone's bedtime," He scolded her gently, knowing he wasn't entirely perfect in the night wrong doings. "And I know, I'm sorry. They gave us the wrong size for the headers. That doesn't mean anything to ya. I'm sorry." He apologised, mostly to Sarah, since you were too busy sleeping, drooling onto his shirt.

"Where's the cake?" Sarah questioned him, letting out a sigh as she saw the expression on her dad's face. "Come on, man." She said exasperatedly.

"I'll get one tomorrow after I drop Y/N off at school," He assured her, waiting to see if you would respond to your name if you were faking being asleep, but he assumed that due to you staying completely still, that you were out cold.

"Promise, or you won't get your present," She threatened him gently, he turned to her and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You got me a present?" He asked her waitingly. She furrowed her eyebrows at him angrily and shook her head.

"Promise." She said forcefully, Joel sighed. "Okay, I swear." He promised her, watching as she leant over to grab a box and a piece of paper. "Y/N drew you this, she wanted to give it to you but she's obviously a bit busy," Sarah said, handing him the drawing you had been working on. Joel inspected the drawing and smiled, it was of the three of you, drawn on your favourite red paper. He folded it up and inserted the drawing into his shirt pocket, wanting to keep it close. Sarah then handed him the box, and he let out a quiet gasp upon realising what was in the box - his favourite watch.

"Wow," He said, stunned at the gift, holding it to his ear to confirm the ticking he was hearing. Sarah smiled.

"I got it fixed for you," She said proudly. She watched as he started putting the watch on, the question then springing to mind - "Where did you get the money for this?" He asked her.

"I sell hard drugs and use Y/N as my runner," She joked, Joel simply laughed and shook his head. Sarah then surprised him with his favourite movie - Viper 2. It was then that Joel decided to put you to bed, carrying you up to your room and changing you into your pyjamas. You stirred slightly; "Daddy?" Joel kneeled down beside your bed, pushing your hair away from your face.

"Hey, baby girl," He said softly, smiling as you turned onto your side to face him.

"Did you have a good birthday?" You asked him sleepily, Joel smiled and nodded, thinking of the drawing you had gifted him.

"The best, baby," He assured you, he knew you probably weren't worrying, but he knew how you got sometimes. "Okay, goodnight, baby girl, I love you," He kissed the top of your head and tucked you in.

"Love you too daddy," You told him back. He flicked your nightlight on and left your door slightly ajar, should you have needed him.

Sarah hadn't meant to leave you behind.

Everything happened so quickly, she just didn't know what to do, she didn't think it would have escalated like this. She knew Joel was angry at her, how could he not be, she'd left her baby sister alone in the house - Much less a house beside one full of those infected people. Joel might as well have rolled out the car, giving Tommy no time to stop the car before he was running into the house, batting off the infected Adlers as he ran to his house, stopping in his tracks when hearing a clicking noise coming from upstairs.

His heart dropped.

Slowly, he crept up the stairs, trying to listen to the clicking sound to source its origins. Coming to the top of the stairs, he saw Connie Adler in your room, almost searching you out. Joel saw you curled up in your closet, making eye contact with you, he held a finger to his lips, signalling for you to be quiet. He quietly advanced towards Connie, swiftly killing her with a wrench to the head, her body dropping to the floor of your room. Joel almost took your closet doors off of their hinges with the strength he used to get you out, you immediately clung to him, your body shaking with sobs.

"Daddy," You cried out, holding on to him as he once again ran out of the house and into the truck, not bothering to put you into your car seat.

"It's okay baby, I'm here, I've got you, daddy's here," Joel assured you, trying to get you to quieten down. He knew it was no good, that you were likely overwhelmed by the loud sounds of the helicopters and fighter jets, the light and sound created by fires and explosions, it was too much for your brain to process all at once in such a short space of time. Sarah sat in the back, now sheepish and feeling guilty.

"I-I thought you wasn't comin' back," You cried, breaking your older sisters heart - You thought that they had left you there, abandoned you there to die. "What's happenin’ daddy?" You asked him. Joel didn't have time to reply to you before you started to hyperventilate, unable to catch your breath.

"Y/N? Shit," Joel didn't know if he had an inhaler in the truck. Sarah scrambled around to look for one as best as she could in the dark. "Hey, look at me baby, it's okay, hold daddy's hand." Joel held and squeezed your hand, seeing the panic in your eyes made his heart break. Fortunately, Sarah had found your inhaler tucked in one of the compartments of your car seat and handed it to Joel, who quickly helped you out of your asthma attack. You coughed and sputtered for a bit before calming down, becoming sleepy again. As Tommy drove down the road, he began to slow down at the site of a family, a mother, father and their little girl. "Tommy, what are you doing?" Joel asked.

"They have a kid, Joel," Tommy said quietly, looking down at you, dozing off on your dad’s lap.

"And? We got two." Joel deadpanned. For a while, you had fallen asleep, able to block out what was going on around you, and Joel was once thankful for your constant sleepiness.

It was only when the truck crashed that you had woken up.

You started screaming and crying. There was so much going on. People eating other people. Fire. People screaming out for help. You wanted to get up to try and find your dad, but your foot was caught under something heavy. Joel panicked as he looked around for you, he woke up and you were gone from his grasp.

"Where is she?!" He yelled at Tommy, he knew it was illogical since Tommy would have no clue where you were, but he needed someone to yell at it, and it wouldn't have been fair to do that to Sarah.

"Listen, I'll go look for Y/N, you take Sarah and try and find some help," Tommy offered the best plan he could think of at that moment. Joel mulled it over and then nodded, watching as his brother set off to find you.

"Y/N!?" It was your uncle Tommy.

"Uncle Tommy help!" You cried out, you didn't care if he wasn't your dad, he was the closest thing you were getting right now. Tommy was able to find you but struggled to lift your foot out of what it was caught under, but upon doing so, he knew you wouldn't be able to walk on it. "Where's daddy?" You asked him as he put your legs through his backpack straps, then pulled it up so he was carrying you on his back hands-free.

"He's with Sarah, they're okay honey," He promised you. "You keep your head on my shoulder, you hear? Do not look up at any time, okay?" You nodded and sniffled, hiding your face in your uncle Tommy's shoulder. You knew this was a bad dream, this couldn't be real. You had school tomorrow, it was your turn to talk about your dad's job. Your uncle Tommy headed towards the river where he said he'd meet your dad and Sarah, you didn't look up when you heard any of those scary people near you, listening to what your uncle Tommy had told you to do.

When you got to the river, you were initially excited to see your dad and sister again, but then Tommy got angry, which made you uneasy. He saw the gun pointed at his older brother and oldest niece and quickly fired at the soldier. The soldier’s gun fires a stray bullet, and Joel and Sarah both roll down the hill, Tommy running after them with you still strapped to his back. Getting to the bottom of the hill, your uncle unstrapped you and handed you to your dad, who held you tightly, scared that if he let you go, he'd lose you again.

"Her foot's pretty fucked, I wouldn't put her down," Tommy advised his brother, who nodded. You were crying again, but just happy to be back with your dad, you wanted to go home now. "Joel, oh my god." Joel turned around to Sarah, who was panickedly clutching at her bleeding stomach, and in a moment of panic towards his oldest, Joel dropped you.

Right on your foot.

You screamed out in pain, Tommy immediately running over to you to pick you up and try to console you. He knew Joel was panicking, but he had hurt you - badly. As Joel comforted a dying Sarah, you finally took notice of your sister’s state.

"Sarah!" You cried out, trying to wriggle away from your uncle, who moved you so you couldn't see what was going on, you didn't need to see your sister’s final moments. Tommy rubbed your back to try and soothe you, but it did nothing. Joel held a now lifeless Sarah and had a sudden remembrance of his youngest, who was screaming and crying her lungs out. Joel took you from Tommy and held you, unable to find the words to tell you about what had just happened, and what was going to happen in the future - He hoped you wouldn't ask.

Because he wouldn't know what to tell you.

Your dad sat you in the bath of the farmhouse you had stumbled across, 4 days into getting away from Texas. Joel could tell it had all taken its toll on you, you weren't as talkative or active anymore, opting just to sit outside and pick flowers you think your sister would have liked - Oh, how you missed her. Joel could tell that you fully understood she was gone, even though he wished that you didn't. He and Tommy had managed to create a makeshift cast and brace for your foot, but you still couldn't walk on it, needing to be carried by either your dad or your uncle. As much as he hated knowing it, Joel knew that this global catastrophe would take your childhood from you, but he'd be damned if he let it take your life from you like it did your sisters. He washed your hair down with water, to which you didn't react.

"I want out now daddy," You told him quietly. Joel lifted you out and dried you off, changing you back into the pyjamas that you had been wearing since that night. Tommy had gone out on a supply run to try and get you some clothes since you had been complaining that you were cold. There were only two bedrooms in the farmhouse, so you had to share one of the beds and rooms with your dad, which didn't really bother you. Joel carried you to the room and laid you down on the bed, tucking you in, and placing your inhaler on the nightstand, just in case the dust of the place triggered your asthma.

"Okay, I love you, baby girl," Joel told you. He didn't know if he would get much of a response from you, he didn't get much out of you recently other than the bare minimum. He waited a couple of seconds before getting up from the bed and letting you get some sleep.

"Love you too daddy" He heard quietly. A small smile came to his face. At least you were getting there.

#joel miller x daughter!reader #joel miller hbo #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel tlou #sarah miller x sister reader #Daughter #captain america x daughter!reader #hbo the last of us #the last of us

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aewinty · 8 months

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24/7

Jenna Ortega x reader

Implied sex

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Altramentous midnights at 00:00 slurring words as you giggled with your arms wrapped tightly around her rambling on about how your girlfriend was ethereal.

Deafening silence at 01:00 laying in bed with her lazily combing your hair with her hands as she silently reviewed her script.

Awakening in the middle of the dusk at 02:00 in her warm embrace, nestling your head further into her chest while she subconsciously pulled you closer.

Late nights at 03:00 with her drawing shapes on your damp back as you came down from your high as she gave you a dopey smile.

Insomniac twilight at 04:00, sloppy kisses being shared with her arms wrapped around your waist as your teeth nipped against her lips leaving the faint taste of midnight tea.

Early mornings at 05:00 dressing up quietly to not wake you up before planting a sweet kiss on your forehead and leaving to film.

Alluring sunrises at 06:00 spent sipping warm milk with your head in the crook of her neck as she brushed her finger pads along your bare back.

Forenoon dew at 07:00, her urging you to get up with a mellow hold on you as she continuously planted firm kisses against your jawline slowly teasing her way up to her earlobe causing you to crack a smile.

Sweet daybreak at 08:00 with her sitting on the counter stealing pieces of your pancake as you prepared coffee for the both of you.

Light dawn at 09:00 with the rasp in her voice muttering breathy love notes in your ear as you scrolled through your phone.

Hushed smiles at 10:00 while posting each other on their Instagram account with cute stickers highlighting the other’s favorite feature.

Pale light drowning you at 11:00 studying for your finals with your hair pulled in a messy bun and round glasses perched on your nose while she shared a hot cup of tea with you.

Spontaneous noon at 12:00, her calling you from set just to hear your voice and quiet whispers of I love you.

Laughter exchanges at 13:00 with her trying to find her sweater only to see you wearing it in your recently posted story.

Beautiful love at 14:00 nursing her by bedside as she sneezed from her fever while whining at you to get closer to her.

Quaint afternoons at 15:00 taking a long drive along the river with her in the passenger seat taking candid photos of both you and the perfect scenery.

Serene fog at 16:00 stealing hard candy from her by scooping it out from her mouth with your tongue before planting a pure kiss on her cheek as she stared at you with furrowed eyebrows.

Chaotic festivals at 17:00 dragging her through the crowd, linked by joined hands, to meet up with mutual friends.

Stressful evenings at 18:00 made better when she showed up with warm coffee to strike up small talk while you strummed the guitar staring straight into her eyes.

Picturesque shorelines at 19:00 linking pinkies at isolated picnics with your head in her lap while you both watched the sun setting over the horizon.

Frustrating steam at 20:00 cooling down after a monotonous day as you washed away the worries while she drew small pictures in the fog of the glass shower.

Blissful ignorance at 21:00 with a random romcom playing in the background as you both clashed teeth in pure desperation to reach the other, leaving the movie to be forgotten.

Luminous flickers at 22:00 both of you lying on your backs as you gazed at the stars while she scanned your side profile, blushing a deep red when caught.

Sultry starlight at 23:00 spent taking in her disheveled state - hair tousled, mouth slack, shut eyes, and loving marks scattered across while you treasured her entire body.

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7 days every week spent cherishing the relationship built on icebergs.

168 hours every week spent exploring every inch of her perfect figure.

10,080 minutes every week spent comforting her through every blemish in life.

604,800 seconds every week spent dedicating your life to loving Jenna Ortega.

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A/n

Back with a short one but ironically it's the one l've spent the longest planning // researching for. Tbh, this one took the longest because there were 3 drafts of this bc of different ideas (I might use them later on or not I’m not really sure atm), me googling “romantic things to do daily”, and genuinely just hours of planning this.

Although it’s a short, it’s a good one AND I just thought of an amazing idea what if I posted stories for each hour?? Like more than one sentence for every hour and it can be kind of a cute little series although this chapter would better fit the end tbh. I’m definitely doing that if I have time tho

Again, please Imk any grammar or generally any mistakes that I might have made. Every time I write these I'm out of my head bc its insanely late all the time so im prone to misspellings or using commas in wrong places. Suggestions and constructive criticism that benefit my work are always welcomed here!!

Feel free to leave requests for me or just pop in to send a msg!!

Thank you for reading love u all

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega imagine #wednesday #jenna x reader #fem reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #imagine #oneshot

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ghosty-writes-23 · 3 months

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(NSFW) Coming Home To You. - Ada Wong.

!TAGS!: Lesbian Relationship, Mentions Of Leon, !CONSENT IS KEY!, Body Worship, fingering, eating out, uses the term ‘Master’, tiny bit of angst, comfort.

Pairing: OOC!Ada Wong + Fem!reader.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: It all started as a joke Ada saying you would look cute in a maid’s outfit.

Word Count: 2.4k

Ghosty's Notes: Hi, I wanted to try something a little different, this is my first time ever writing for a female character, so I hope it isn’t too bad haha, but I do hope you enjoy it, comment if you want more content like this along with my normal Leon content, might even write one with both Leon and Ada in the future.

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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18+ Content // MINORS DO NOT INTERACT // 18+ Content.

It had been a couple months since your girlfriend Ada was home safe and sound, she didn’t tell you much about the mission because it was classified but she did tell you once it was over she was going to take some time off, so the pair of you could finally spend some time together maybe even go on that hiking trip you two planned last year but never got around to doing. Preparing a simple you felt excited when you got the message Ada was going to be coming home tonight so you decided to make her favourite.

Humming softly to the music that played in your small apartment kitchen, you sipped on your glass of white wine before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist a pair of lips softly kiss the side of your neck, the scent of her shower gel filling your senses causing a feeling of content and comfort wash over you, a smile found its way onto your lips as you leaned your head back slightly as you stirred the pot that was simmering on the stove.

“Missed you.” Ada mumbled softly, you could tell she was tired but she just wanted to spend all the time with you as she could since she got home. “Miss you too.” you said softly as you kissed the side of her head, you could see how exhausted she was there were slight bags under her eyes and her skin was slightly paler but she still looked as beautiful as ever to you. Ada burrows her face into the crook of your neck inhaling the scent of your milk and honey shower gel, she finds comfort in the warmth of your body.

It's good to be home.” Ada mumbled against your neck as you drew your attention back to the pot on the stove, seeing it was nearly cooked you flicked off the stove so the food didn’t overcook. “It's good to have you home princess.” you say with a smile as you turn around and wrap your arms around her waist, A soft laugh left Ada’s lips as she was pulled closer to your body, her arms wrapping around your neck.

“You and your pet names, I'm not a princess.” Ada playfully scolded you as she playfully rolled her eyes but you could see the smile growing on her face, you grinned down at her before you pressed a soft and sweet kiss to her lips. “Of course you are, you're my princess.” you said with a cheeky grin before you gently picked her up causing her to wrap her slender legs around your waist. “Now why don’t I help you get dressed into something more comfortable?” you say as you begin walking upstairs to your guys shared bedroom.

“You mean less clothing.” Ada quips with a soft laugh as she softly brushes her nose against your neck as you make it upstairs to your bedroom. “I never said that.” you gasped playfully as you gently placed her on your shared bed before you kneeled down in front of her and grabbed one of her thigh high boots and softly trailing kisses up the leather boot before you grabbed the small zipper on the side.

You could feel her soft shiver at the affection, a smile forming on your lips as you could see her flushed reaction, her cheeks dusted slightly pink, you could see her bottom lip in between her teeth as she looked down at you.

“Tease.” she softly whispers, squirming against your touch before a soft giggle leaves her lips. “Always.” you said with a small smirk as you gently tugged the zipper down and carefully took the first boot off. Moving to the second boot you give it the same treatment of kisses and tender touches being as gentle and careful as possible. “So many kisses.” you heard Ada breath before you reached up and gently pushed up her dress causing it to rest on her hips just above her panties, you could see a small wet patch that made your grin widen.

“Of course it's what you deserve.” you spoke as you heard her breath pick up slightly, carefully running your hands up her smooth thighs your fingers hooked into the top of her panties before your eyes drifted to her chocolate brown ones, you already knew the answer but you wanted her consent first, when Ada noticed you stop she looked at you before nodding her head knowing what you where asking.

“Such soft skin.” You spoke softly as you trailed kisses up her inner thigh while softly gripping the outside of her thighs, you could hear Ada sigh softly, you could feel her twitch with every kiss, a shiver ran through her body as you saw her grip the bed sheet underneath her. “Mmm…” you heard Ada breath as your lips travelled higher getting closer to where you knew she wanted you most. “Y/n.” she gasped softly as she arched her back off the bed slightly, her body trembling slightly.

“Yes princess.” you say with a slight tease in your voice as you pushed her dress up a little higher to just under her breasts, giving you the perfect view of her toned stomach. “Don’t stop.” Ada breathed you could hear the want and need in her voice as it showed in her eyes. “I don’t plan on it princess.” you say before you carefully moved in between Ada’s legs positioning them over your shoulders, her pussy was wet slick everywhere but it just made you lick your lips, you placed a kiss just above her clit causing a soft gasps to leave her lips before you ran your tongue up her fold a soft moan leaving her lips as she threaded her fingers into your hair.

She tasted of heaven and sin, she made all your self control fly out the window as you buried your face in her, soaked in the pleasure you brought her, knowing she felt the same that the same passion runs through her veins. “Fuck.” you breathed finally pulling away, your face was wet but there was a wicked grin on your lips as you looked down at the woman below you.

Her face flushed a thin layer of sweat on her body, her hair sticking to her forehead but her eyes held a look of tender affection and love that made your heart race, she looked like the most beautiful woman in the world to you.

Sliding your hand down her stomach, you carefully sunk 2 fingers inside her and felt her gummy walls tighten around then, you grunted softly when you felt her tug on your hair between her perfectly manicured fingers, her eyes were closed as a sweet but soft moan left her lips, it was like music to ears besides hearing her laugh.

“So wet for me sweetheart.” you tease as you slowly move your fingers knowing the exact spot that makes her eyes roll to the back of her head, sometimes it brought a little sick satisfaction knowing you can make her feel this way and it makes you want to tease her even more.

“Don’t say that.” Ada says embarrassed but another moan left her lips when you angled your finger right in her sweet spot causing her eyes to roll back slightly. Keeping a steady rhythm you just gently kissed her inner thighs as you watched her reactions you could feel her getting closer, moving your thumb you curled your fingers slightly and used your thumb to rub her clit causing her to arch her back off the bed.

“Cumming.” she whined softly as she came with a loud moan her gummy walls tightening even more around your fingers, smiling at her with grin you slowly pulled your fingers carefully you gave her another kiss before she pulled you up to her by your hair before she kissed you deeply and almost desperately, it made you smile as you kissed her back.

Pulling away from the kiss so you could breath you looked at her dishevelled appearance. Her hair was messy and sticking to her forehead, her cheeks were red and blushing, her breath heavy but there was a wide smile on her face.

“Seems you missed me on your mission.” you soft tease as you wiped your bottom lip, Ada softly laughs and gently hits your chest. “You always give me a proper welcome home.” Ada says as you tug her dress fully off and toss it to the ground before pulling her to you so her head resting on your bicep as you wrapped an arm around you.

“It's the least I could do, the old ball and chain.” You said with a soft smile as you kissed her forehead. You felt Ada lean up and kiss your cheek before she looked at you with a mischievous look. “I won't let you ever escape.” she whispered in your ear, you could hear the slight possessive tone in her voice.

“Then I guess I’m your captive, what will you have me do? Mop floors and make sure the apartment is always clean and organised, kneel in front of you and take off your boots every time you come home after a mission, be at your beckon call no matter the time of night and day.” Scarlett says in a teasing tone, playing into Ada’s little game. “You would make a cute maid, wearing a cute little outfit with the apron and the cute collar, working around the house.” Ada says with a playful giggle as she imagined you dressed as a maid.

“So I'm a maid now, then I guess I will have a uniform.” You say with a cheeky smile as you pull Ada onto your lap as your back rested against the headboard. “How short will my uniform be master?.” you ask with a slight smirk, playing into her little fantasy. “Sort enough that I get a good view as you work.” Ada says into your ear, her breath softly hitting your neck as her arm loosely wraps around you.

“Cheeky.” you say as you run your fingers down her back, drawing small circles with your fingers you could feel her relax against your body. “How would I have my hair?” you asked, trying to picture how Ada wanted you to dress.

“Your hair would be in a bun, very old fashion with a little bow on the back of your head, very proper.” Ada says with a small grin on her lips. “Oh of course, we have to do things probably, what about my shoes, would I wear flats or heels.” You asked as you pressed a kiss to her next, already planning a surprise for her in the morning.

“Heels but something you can walk in.” Ada says as you see her eyes close, feeling your lips on her neck. Smiling gave her hips a soft squeeze. “Maybe you could wear something sexier.” Ada suggests causing you to raise an eyebrow with a smirk on your lips. “Something shorter and a little tighter, to give the master a good view.” You say with a cheeky grin causing Ada to laugh as she closes her eyes, a tried yawn leaving her lips.

“Hey sweetheart, I have a question to ask you?” you asked her as a question crossed your mind, you didn’t know how she was going to react to this but it nagged at the back of your head ever since you found out some information from Chris. “I heard you saw Leon on your last mission.” You say quietly and soon you felt Ada’s body tense at the mention of her old flames name, before she slowly nodded her head.

“I did..why do you ask.” Ada says before she looks down at you as your head rested on her chest. “I just don’t want to sound insecure or anything. I know you two have a long and complicated history but do you still have feelings for him, like how you did in raccoon city?” you finally asked her, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, you loved and trusted Ada but sometimes your overthinking kicks in because deep down you knew she could do so much better.

You heard her let out a soft sigh, her eyes narrowing and her jaw tense making you start to regret asking her the question, she moved and rested her chin on top of your head.

“Leon and I have a complicated relationship but it ended that night in raccoon city, of course I will always have some feelings for him from time to time, but….” she pauses as if she is trying to piece her thoughts together. “....But i’m no longer in love with him, not anymore he moved on and so have I.” she says before she takes your face into her hands, her eyes holding a tender look of love and affection only reserved for you.

“I know how much you loved him and he loved you, there is no denying that you two had something special that was intense and strong, I just guess in the back of my mind I was just thinking that…” you started but Ada cut you off by pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“I love you Y/n and only you.” she says honestly as her chocolate brown eyes looked into yours, you could see she was being honest and sincere causing your heart to sped up slightly and a small blush cover your cheeks.

“I love you too master.” You say with a laugh causing Ada to laugh as well as she pulls the blanket up over the pair of you, moving you resting on your side, your legs intertwined with each other as you held her closely to you, her head resting comfortably on your bicep.

“Your mine aren’t you.” Ada asks with a smug grin on her lips as she asks the question. “Always.” you say as you feel Ada begin to play with your hair, her fingers moving slowly as it stroked through the strands. “Good girl.” Ada says her smug grin widens as she keeps playing with your hair, enjoying the softness to it.

Closing her eyes Ada leans up and softly kisses you before she lets out a soft yawn. “Goodnight.” she whispers softly and when you didn’t reply she knew you had fallen asleep. “Cute.” she thought to herself before she nuzzled in closely to you and fell asleep quickly, happy to finally be home safe and sound in your arms.

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crisiscutie · 11 months

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Fluffy Sephiroth BUT the darling actually decide to offer her milk to him (kinda suspecting about his milk kink bit not sure yet)

Oh, the darling is gonna make Sephiroth use his words, finally? Enjoy a semi-silly, fluffy entry in the Crisis Cutie Collection.

Pairing: AFAB Darling/C.C Sephiroth (Pre-Nibelheim) Domestic AU

Word Count: 922

Content Warnings: NSFW (no actual sex but heavy themes present), Milk Kink, Pregnancy Kink.

"Sephiroth?"

The sound of your voice sent his gaze towards the doorway. He saw you there, one hand resting on the curve of your large, swollen breasts. You kept your other hand hidden behind your back while you stared at him with a look of innocence and confusion. Sephiroth was able to admire your swollen, heavily pregnant belly, and the lovely stretch marks that came with it, thanks to the see-through maternity top you were wearing. His breath was caught in his throat as he observed more of your pregnant body, amazed that it was his own seed that had caused such an incredible transformation.

As your first pregnancy drew to a close, his heart was a swirl of anticipation and fear, eagerly awaiting the arrival of your baby, yet dreading the possibility of losing you like he had with his mother… He shuddered, shaking the painful thought away before his eyes settled back on the maternity book, his face growing warm. You waddled closer, and sat down beside him, intently studying the maternity book that he was reading and taking note of the new hairstyle he had, a long ponytail with his signature bangs intact.

"I love the new hairstyle... And you're reading that section, again?" You asked Sephiroth, tilting your head at him.

Sephiroth quickly averted his gaze, his ears burning with shame. Of course, you happened to catch him re-reading the breast milk section of his maternity book, at this time... He kept his eyes averted, determined not to let you see the pink flush on his cheeks. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously.

"…I noticed your surplus milk was causing you discomfort. I was reading this section to find a remedy for your pain..." He said, his eyes now boring into yours with newfound assurance. It was remarkable how he could still channel his cool and professional demeanor, even after having abandoned SOLDIER for almost a year.

You felt your cheeks heat up as a tiny smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. Sephiroth always goes out of his way to make sure you're happy. Despite his sometimes suffocating protectiveness during your pregnancy, you knew that he only had your best interests at heart. You both left your old lives behind, so he was desperate to keep you and your unborn child safe and near him. And even though life on the run has taken a toll on the both of you, his presence always brought light to your day. You had no doubt that your decision to spend the rest of your life with him was the right choice, and you could tell that he felt the same way. With his unwavering will and your shared strength, the two of you discovered a remote village, far beyond Shinra's grasp, and picked out a cozy home to raise your unborn child in.

"Thank you, my love. I have some delicious, fresh milk here... Would you like some?" You whispered, biting your lower lip. An intense, scarlet hue flooded your face. If it turned out your suspicions about him were unfounded, you'd be filled with embarrassment. You lifted a small, delicate glass jar that was adorned with a pretty, purple ribbon. The sight of the creamy white breast milk stored in the jar immediately drew Sephiroth's attention. He then nearly gasped to the sight of the creamy white milk sloshing around the jar as you slightly shook it, and his arousal grew stronger as he witnessed you lay your free hand gently on your pregnant, swollen belly.

"Of course, anything for you." Sephiroth whispered, delicately accepted the elegant glass jar of milk from you, making sure to handle it with the utmost care. Anxiety coursed through your veins as you watched him slowly and cautiously take the lid off the glass jar. Just as the initial drop of the velvety, sweet and creamy breast milk touched Sephiroth's taste buds, it was like he was in a state of bliss; The breast milk had a sweet flavor, but not too overpowering for him. As he tasted more of the milk, he enjoyed the creamy, luxurious texture that rolled across his tongue. To savor something he'd never got a chance to have was a blessing. All thanks to you, his darling. With a satisfied sigh, he savored the last few drops of your sweet milk, and his heart soared with arousal and delight. He tried to drink more of the breast milk but was met with the emptiness of the jar, which prompted him to hang his head in despair.

"Sephiroth? D-did you like it?" You murmured. You didn't know what to make of his previous actions. But when his head came up, he gazed hungrily at your full, swollen breasts, like a predator sizing up its next meal. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as your suspicions that he had an affinity for your milk had been confirmed.

"Yes... Thank you, my beloved wife..."He uttered his words in a tranquil yet almost sultry manner. He still yearns for more of your breast milk to satisfy him. Yes, he already devoured your milk from the glass jar, but could the milk from your breasts now fill the void that he has?

maternity. Alternative Title: Sephiroth's Darling Is Mastering The Art Of Being A Cock Tease

This fic is a sequel to the first set of the Domestic AU headcanons. Also, Sephy is definitely wearing this ponytail, you can't tell me otherwise.

Prequel fic of Fluffy Sephy proposing to the darling is in the works. 😊

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storiesofsvu · 10 months

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Tara Lewis x reader req'd by anon Warnings: language, some slight teasing, pure fluff. Tbh, it is a fcking crime that there isn't more Tara stuff out here, wtf? Send a req here! Sign up for her taglist here!

Tara loved you more than anything in the world, she had from practically the moment she’d met you. You were exactly the opposite of all the darkness that she saw on a regular basis working with the BAU and that was part of what drew her to you originally. You were soft, warm, colourful, her own personal ray of sunshine to come home to after a long dreary day. She knew part of that stemmed from the fact that you taught kindergarten, spending the days with tiny humans, you were always full of laughs, stories full of imagination and your sticker collection was far larger than she’d ever seen before.

She couldn’t help but smile when she’d catch you in moments of still very much being in teacher mode, as if you were talking to tiny humans instead of actual conversations. She’d once overheard you in the kitchen when a pot was boiling over say something along the lines of “oh come on now Mr. milk, that is not very smiley face sticker behaviour of you.” She chuckled but didn’t say anything, she found it endearing and adorable, not something to tease you about. It was just something that made her love you more, made her softer around you, able to finally embrace that side of herself knowing that you loved it as well.

Once the two of you moved in together it was pretty frequent that you’d pack lunches for the both of you to take to work. Tara hadn’t thought much of it, she usually bought lunch or they were on the jet by the time noon hit anyways, but you always brought your own, and made sure your classroom was stocked with extra snacks for kids who got hungry. So it just made sense for you to make double what you were making and pass the bag off to her with a gentle kiss on the way out the door. It started out as just food, though sometimes things were cut into cute shapes, sandwiches without crusts, little animal or frog skewers in the smaller pieces of fruit to use instead of forks.

“Awe, did your mom pack your lunch.” Luke teased with a smug grin one day and Tara simply snorted.

“Nah, you should know this by now, it was your mom.”

It was almost too easy to tease him back, and besides, he walked right into that one and he knew it.

That was when the rumours started that maybe Tara had a secret kid at home that no one knew about, hence why everything was kid accessible. The rumour lasted approximately ten weeks until she was invited out for post work drinks and she said she had somewhere important to be.

“I’m betting girl.” Spencer muttered and Luke laughed.

“Nah, I’ve seen dinosaurs in her lunches.”

“Girls can like dinosaurs too.” Garcia cut in with a huff and Tara raised a brow in their direction.

“This started out with me thinking you were trying to figure out my sexuality but you lost me at dinosaurs.”

“They think you have a kid.” Emily cut in dryly, already knowing the truth and Tara barked out a laugh.

“No, absolutely not. I have to get home because it’s my anniversary.” She shouldered her bag, “with my future wife, because I know you’ll spend another two months speculating that next.”

It was shortly after your wedding that the notes started. You and Tara had thoroughly enjoyed your three week honeymoon off in Italy. Nothing but time for each other, so much wine and more pasta than you could even imagine. While the transition back into work was relatively smooth for yourself, Tara found herself instantly thrown back into the world of darkness and back to back very jarring cases. You knew she was a little off when she came home absolutely defeated, forgoing dinner for a large glass of bourbon and latched onto you like a koala bear for as long as she possibly could before Monday rolled around. She accepted her lunch with a soft smile and a kiss, pausing to steal another one before you sent her on her way.

When she pulled her lunch out a yellow post it fell out of the bag, her brow furrowed when she went to pick it up, wondering if it was a work note she’d gotten stuck in there by accident or the label from someone else’s lunch in the fridge. Instead she found your writing scrawled across the front,

‘I love you so much, you are my sunshine.’ A large sun drawn in the corner with a huge smile and a pair of sunglasses. A couple of sparkly cloud stickers on it as well. She felt her shoulders drop as her entire body relaxed, releasing the tension of being back at work again and the small smile stayed on her cheeks for the rest of the day.

The next day she opened her lunch to find a slightly crushed chocolate chip muffin among her items, a pink post it with ‘You’re my stud muffin.’ Scrawled across it with a winky face and a print of your lipstick on the paper. She laughed silently, shaking her head at the way she could hear it in your voice. Opening the drawer of her desk she added the note to the little basket she had put the first one in, smiling softly down at them.

Two days later and she found an extra container of candy in her lunch, the post it note blocking the label, ‘You are one hot tamale.’ With a wink. She didn’t need to move the note to know what the candies were, but she still slipped it into the small growing pile in her desk drawer.

‘I know it’s cheesy, but I think you’re grate!’ Stuck to the outside of a cheese string. She audible laughed at this one, earning a raised brow from Spencer, but he didn’t say anything.

‘A list of cute things:

-you

-also you

-hey look, you!

-wait, wait, wait

-you!

-you’re cute’

‘Olive you’ with a drawing of two martini glasses complete with extra toothpicks of olives. (and a note on the back ‘seriously, don’t forget about drinks with the Tanners on Thursday’)

‘You are the sugar and spice of my life’

The notes weren’t every day, obviously if a case took her out of town for a week she wasn’t bringing that many packed lunches in one go. And she could tell that you usually did them the day after rough days, days when she needed a little uplifting, that you knew you would make her smile, if not laugh. Some of them were funny, some punny, and some just utterly adorable. It didn’t matter the theme, she saved every single one of them in her desk drawer, not quite able to part with them. And each day that you left a note, she would come with an even warmer smile than she left with, holding you a second longer when she greeted you, murmuring a soft I love you into your skin as she kissed you hello.

‘There is night so we can appreciate day, sorrow so we can appreciate joy, evil so we can appreciate well, you so I can appreciate love’

She felt the warmth blooming through her chest at that one, a little boost of how important she was to you on a day she was doubting herself.

‘The sound of your laughter is food for my spirit.’

‘I love you more than anything in the entire world. You are my rock, my sun, my moon and stars. You are the most snuggly teddy bear I’ve ever had in my bed, and without a doubt my absolute favourite. Can’t wait to see you, because that’s my favourite time of the day.’

It had been a rough couple of days and she almost felt tears building up in her eyes at that one. She quickly tucked it into her desk drawer and shook the feeling off, she had a reputation to uphold at the office after all. However the moment she was home she was sure to make you know just how much she loved you and how much she really did adore the lunch notes, even if you’d never actually talked about them. It was silent cues you took from each other about them, the way she had a little more pep in her step when she got home after you’d sent her one. And that was all you ever needed.

It was a few days later when Luke was looking over something for a case at her desk, Emily across at Spencer’s desk, eyes looking up at the white board trying to figure something out, Garcia perched on the edge of the desk. Luke let out a huff, recapping the highlighter in his hand before tossing it into the trash.

“Tara, you got a highlighter?”

“Yeah, top right.” She gestured to the drawer and turned back to Spencer as the two of them went through the geographical profile. A small chuckle broke out from behind them that she didn’t think anything of, probably some snarky remark from Penelope until she heard the shuffle of paper and Luke’s voice.

“The most snuggly teddy bear I’ve ever had in my bed… this is pure sap.”

“Oh, but she’s got puns too, look at this one.” Emily’s laughter was what broke Tara out of her trance when she finally turned around to see the three of them with the large array of colourful post it notes spread across her desk.

“Oh come on! That is not a highlighter!”

“Yeah, but it’s way more entertaining.” Luke replied with a smirk, reading off another one of the very sappy ones.

“I think it’s endearing.” Spencer, who had left her to join in on the fun chimed in, smiling brightly in her direction, “couples that continually do little things to keep each other’s spirits up are found to be much happier and have much more successful relationships.”

“Aweee, pookie bear.” Luke teased, “that your new code name?”

“I will shoot you right now.” Tara shot him the coldest glare.

“Does she come up with these on her own?” Penelope asked with a smile, “cause they are good!”

“I don’t know.” Tara replied with a shrug, “I’ve never asked her.”

“Are these what you’ve been smiling at in your lunch all the time?” Emily asked with a wild grin, holding up the stud muffin one and Tara let out a huff, rolling her eyes.

“Can we just stop this? Maybe focus on the task at hand?”

“Whatever you want pookie.” Luke made a kissy face in her direction and she hucked a white board marker at him.

It wasn’t that she was particularly embarrassed by it, but she was a little irked by them seeing all of them. Sure, they were all from you and they didn’t technically see how soft she got with you, but the façade was ruined. As much of a bad ass that she was in the field, she knew that nickname wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and almost instantly started planning her revenge against Luke. Garcia would help her, she knew that.

A couple of days later she was smiling at a pink post it;

‘You are the sun on a cold day, the crunchiest leaf on my walk to work, the first snowflake of the season to catch on my tongue, the first daisy to bloom come springtime. You are the light of my life. You are the small things that make every and each day the absolute best that it can, you are the only thing that can brighten me up no matter what. I love you.’

She pulled open her desk drawer to add it to the basket and her hand stalled in its tracks when she found the basket empty. She groaned, pinching at the bridge of her nose as disappointment surged through her. Despite her best efforts the team had insisted on going through every single note you’d left for her, she must’ve forgotten to put them back into the drawer before leaving for the day, the cleaners probably thought the pile was garbage. Letting out a soft sigh, she placed the new note into the basket, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to start over now.

You were in the kitchen when you heard the door open, Tara calling out to you while she clunked around a little more than usual in the entry way.

“Hey!”

“Hey! Hope you’re in the mood for lasagna!” You called back, wiping your hands on a dish towel before padding your way over to the entry way to greet her.

“Baby you really don’t have to slave way over a hot stove for me after you’ve finished a full day of work.”

“Babe, please. I picked up a frozen lasagna and garlic bread on the way home, the oven did all the work.” You laughed, cupping her face in your hands as you popped up on your toes to kiss her softly. When you pulled back you noticed the black frame under her arm, “what’s that? Did you get some kind of award you failed to mention?”

“No.” She laughed, nudging her go bag off her shoulder to its spot on the entry way bench, “the team may have found the collection of post its stashed in my desk.”

Your head tilted in that adorable way that she loved so much, “the lunch notes?”

“Yeah.”

“You kept those?” You practically melted, a happy and somehow dreamy pout on your lips as you gazed up at her with wide eyes and she couldn’t help but fall even more in love with you, her hand stroking your cheek before she leant in to leave a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Are you kidding me? As if I could ever throw them away! They were the second best part of my day.”

“Second?” You eyed her suspiciously for a moment before a grin broke out on your lips.

“Well the first is always coming home to you.”

“You fuckin’ teddy bear.”

“Yeah, and now the entire team knows it.” She rolled her eyes, “I guess after approximately one hour and forty two minutes of teasing they got scheming, but my money’s on this being Garcia’s idea.” She turned the frame on the table so you could actually see it, “she’s a bit of a sap and thought the notes were super cute, figured they’d be nice to have all together in one place we could actually admire instead of stashed away in my desk drawer.”

“Oh I knew I liked her.” Your fingers reached out, ghosting over the side of the frame, “this is so cute, and so thoughtful.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.” You leant into her side, humming happily when she kissed your temple.

“Where do you think we should put it?”

“Hmm.” You tugged your lip into your mouth, glancing around, “the wall behind the couch is particularly bare.” You turned to her with a warm smile and a gleam in your eye, “then maybe… we should have your team over for drinks next weekend? It’s practically a crime that I’ve only met Emily so far.”

“I’d love that.” Tara smiled brightly at you, cupping your cheek as she leant down to place a tender kiss on your lips, “and I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

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azsazz · 1 year

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Dead by Dawn (Part 11)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, eventual poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism.

Word Count: 5,446

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

Notes: Thank you for being so patient! I'm excited 💙

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Day 193

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“This absolutely fucking sucks,” Azriel pants. He’s pushing a rotted car from behind, Feyre next to him and Cassian in the front seat, steering. Rust flakes off onto his hands and the copper against the pink flesh reminds him of the burns when they had been fresh. He rips his gaze away, focusing instead on the sweat pouring down his face, the blaring sun beating down on his back. “Who’s idea was this anyway, and why the fuck is Cassian steering?”

Feyre cuts him a glare, and for the first time she chooses not to reply with the snippy retort pressing at the back of her teeth. She can’t anyway, her mouth is too dry.

After getting back on the road at first light, you and your group had run into a small traffic jam of abandoned cars blocking the highway. There was no way to get around the mass of piled up cars, the shoulder of the asphalt too narrow for the van.

There had been debate about turning around, trying to find another way through the city, but the van was low on gas and you all had decided that you could search for gas to siphon from the cars as you were moving them out of the van's path.

Cassian swings around in the front seat, ducking his head out of the driver’s door where the window is smashed in, a glower on his face. Sweat beads across his forehead and his hair is damp, pulled back into a fraying knot at the back of his head. “Well, someone has to steer, and my leg still hurts,” he complains, and a part of Azriel wonders just how long he’ll be milking this injury. The other part of him knows that Cassian isn’t lying, because when he’d tried to slip a hand up his thigh while they were on watch together it drew a pained hiss from the other man.

“Hello there,” you call, dragging their attention from where they’re all glaring at each other. It’s hot and everyone is tired, hungry, and dehydrated, so tempers are running hot. With the addition of backbreaking labor and lack of gas, it will be any moment before someone snaps.

You sit comfortably in the front seat of a red convertible, grinning widely at the three, as if seeing your happy attitude could break the tension. Feyre’s lips tighten and you nearly shrink away from her harsh gaze, but you had been helping move the cars out of the way at one point, unlike Cassian.

The sleek vehicle looks as if it might have been in mint condition when the world had all gone to shit, but the leather now peels from the seats, worn from the elements.

Azriel stops pushing the car to wipe a drop of sweat from his brow. If Feyre isn’t going to help him then he’s not doing it alone, especially with someone as big as Cassian in the front seat. He crosses his arms over his chest, panting slightly from the effort and leans his hip against the trunk of the vehicle, trying his best to blink away the exertion he feels. His chest tightens at your grin and the sunglasses perched on your sun-kissed nose.

“Are those mine?”

You shove the glasses up, baring your eyes to him, twinkling and squinting from the sun. His heart kicks in his chest at the sight of the beaming grin on your face. It seems like your talk last night had helped, for you’re acting a little more like yourself today.

Azriel bites back the twitch of his lips.

“These old things? Hang on, let me check,” you respond coolly, pulling down the visor to check yourself in the mirror. “Oh, yeah. Yup. These are definitely not mine.” You send a sly grin to the golden eyed man before flipping the mirror back into its place. As you do so, the corner of it catches your eye as it snaps back into place and you flinch hard, squawking as you cover the sting with your hand.

The irritated look slides off of Feyre’s face as she bursts into laughter at your clumsiness. “Oh my gods,” she wheezes your name like it’s such a struggle to get out, “That was too perfect!”

Your cheeks blaze as the group chuckles, and thankfully you can blame it on the sun. Looks like your terrible luck streak has followed you across state lines. After taking a look around at the group, the air much happier than it had been when Rhys had pushed you up to them, you find yourself joining in on the laughter as well. You’ve all needed this, a good laugh after a tough time, and the tightness in everyone’s shoulders ebbs away slowly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a joke,” you roll your eyes playfully, “Let’s go Rhys.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to do this anymore,” Feyre complains, slumping against the back of the trunk next to Azriel.

“You think you don’t want to do this,” Rhys remarks, “At least you’ve got Az helping you, I have to push (Y/N)’s ass around all by myself!”

“Hey,” you whine, twisting further around in your seat, “You think my ass is big, though?”

Cassian and Feyre roll into another fit of laughter while Rhys shakes his head and looks up at the sky as if asking ‘why me?’

“Cassian’s is the biggest,” he plays along finally, grinning with his best friend who has climbed out of the stuffy front seat to hear the conversation better.

“No doubt,” he chuckles, “But Az’s is the tightest.”

The three of them cackle, and to you and Feyre it should seem like an inside joke. But the twinge in your chest tells you that there’s something loaded in Cassian’s words, and the nervous flicker of Azriel’s gaze towards you only confirms it.

“Alright, alright,” Azriel says, face trained into that harshly stoic one he’s so fond of wearing. “Back to work, we’re almost done. We’ve been sitting ducks out here for far too long.”

His words sober the rest of your group up and you all seem to check your surroundings, realizing just how off guard you’d all been while you were joking around. The highway seems quiet, but that can all change in the span of a heartbeat.

Rhys braces his hands on the trunk of the convertible, his muscles straining against the fabric of his graphic t-shirt, sticking to his skin with sweat.

You swear you catch Feyre drooling.

After a few more cars have been moved out of the way, you and Cassian watching with amusement and pretending to be doing an imperative job like steering, you’ve all sufficiently cleared a path for the van to fit through. The line of cars you’ve moved is uneven and Cassian may have crashed some into each other, but overall, you think that you all did a fantastic job.

“Now, to find gas,” Rhys announces, wiping his brow with the bottom of his shirt. The motion shows off some impressive abs. You whistle while Feyre cat calls him playfully in unison. The unpronounced leader of your group rolls his eyes in response, smirking as he flexes a little before letting the fabric drop back down.

“We should split up, it’ll be quicker to check the cars,” Feyre adds. She looks drained from the energy spent pushing the vehicles but her gray gaze is hungry, eating up Rhys as she looks him up and down, unblinking.

Azriel shrugs, still panting a little from the effort of shoving the last big truck out of the way. It was easily almost three times the size of any of the other cars, with its lifted suspension and meaty wheels, complete with a gaudy silver hitch that’s shaped like a ballsack. He had needed both Cassian and Rhys’ help to move the monstrous thing. “Works for me.”

“Cassian, (Y/N), you stay closer to the van,” Rhys tells you, and when you and Cass are on the verge of protesting, Feyre glares at you, shutting the both of you up quickly.

“I’ll take that end,” Azriel points to the far end of the line, where he’d just had help moving the last car. He begins trudging his way up the line, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

Rhys and Feyre walk with him until they reach a third of the way, where the former drops off to begin his own search for gasoline to siphon. Feyre stays beside Azriel until they hit the second third of the cars, where she begins to look.

The line of cars isn’t that long, maybe twenty vehicles or so, but right now it feels like he has to walk four miles to reach the end. He’s tired beyond belief, even though you’ve had a - for the most part - easy past few days, with the exception of you being taken. Exerting his energy and lack of nutrients, mixing with the bright sun beating down on him, Azriel feels like he could fall asleep right there on the pavement.

The faster you find the gas, the faster you can take a nap.

He begins his search, skipping past the big truck and kicking at its tire on the way. There’s no way that thing even takes the same kind of fuel as the van, and he’s holding a grudge against the thing for being so fucking heavy, moving on to the sedan next to it.

Its gas tank is barren, and so is the one on the next car. He looks down the line at the group as he makes his way, and he wonders if he can climb up on the front of one of these rusted vehicles and sit for a bit while everyone else looks for gas.

While Azriel is thinking of slacking off a bit, he doesn’t notice the nearly disintegrated hand reaching from underneath the car until it latches onto his leg, tripping him. He yelps and goes down hard, twisting around frantically to get a look at the ugly thing dragging itself closer to him.

“Shit,” he hisses, kicking at the zombies face. His foot connects with a sickening crunch, its brittle jaw cracking off and clattering onto the asphalt. It makes his stomach roil but the undead being doesn’t falter, it’s fraying nails biting into the fabric of his pants.

He scrambles for the knife at his belt. He shoves a booted foot at the zombie again, and now he hears someone yelling after him. It’s Feyre, he thinks.

“Azriel, watch out!”

But the warning is too late. Another zombie lunges at him, appearing as if from nowhere. How had he not heard these stupid, clumsy creatures?

It knocks the knife from his grip and if Azriel didn’t know how braindead these things were he would feel as though it was a well thought out attack.

He’s panicking now, heart facing in his chest. Sweat is getting in his eyes, stinging them and making it hard to see as he struggles against the two zombies, the hot asphalt burning through his clothing. He’s defenseless, up against two undead that are just as hungry as he is, and he doesn’t know if there are more on the way.

Azriel bucks his legs again, ripping them free from the zombies feeble grip. It’s jawless, so it wouldn’t be able to fully bite down on his flesh, but it still poses a massive threat, and the thing is fucking disgusting, he wants it nowhere near him.

He tries to hold off the other that’s groaning and reaching for his face. His fingers are curled around the zombie's throat and the skin splits, black blood thick and dripping between his fingers. His aching muscles scream in pain from all of the work he’s just done and he doesn’t know how long he can keep it up.

His golden eyes squeeze shut just as Feyre’s scythe plunges through the head of the zom he’s holding up. The thing goes slack in his arms immediately and something drips onto his face, but Azriel seems unconcerned as he shoves the limp body off of him.

When he opens his eyes he’s met with the sight of Feyre taking the other one down, pulling a few clumps of hair on its head before she cuts cleanly into the spot that severs its head from its neck.

“Are you okay?” she asks through her pants, scanning the area for more.

“Y-yeah,” he lies. His heart is racing and he checks himself over mindlessly, feeling for any signs of bites or scratches that may have occurred. When it’s his third time feeling over himself a hand enters his line of vision and his trembling fingers falter. He looks up, eyes wide.

Feyre is holding a hand out to him.

Feyre saved him.

Feyre hates him.

Or does she?

Azriel takes her hand in his and lets her help pull him to his feet just as Rhys reaches them, Cassian and you close behind, worried looks painted across all of your faces.

You shove the sunglasses up into your hair, eyes flooded with concern for the golden eyed boy. “Oh my gods, Az! Are you okay?”

The gaze that has settled on Cassian’s, eyebrows relaxing with relief, turn to you.

Azriel offers you a forced smile that no one believes. “Yeah, I’m all good.”

“You have to be more careful, Az,” Rhys says, sending him a stern look from where he’s looking over Feyre, wiping her bloody hands on his shirt.

“I know,” Azriel groans, scrubbing at his face. He’s exhausted and just wants to lie down, presumably with Cassian at his side and you on the other, or in his lap like when he’d carried you injured through the woods. “Please tell me one of you found gas.”

Cassian kicks a rock, everyone shaking their heads sadly.

“None of the cars had any gas?” He figured that at least one out of the many that you’d all moved would have a little bit of fuel.

“Shit,” Azriel sighs, “Now what?”

You all stand in a circle, thinking. None of you really want to abandon the van, the only place you’ve felt safe since you’d shacked up with the three men, but no one has thought of a better idea.

Your attention is stolen by the low groan of a zombie. It’s shuffling out of the trees a few yards away, and where there’s one, there are sure to be more. And now that Feyre and Azriel had killed two, you knew it would only be a matter of minutes before more appeared. Everyone stiffens at the flocking undead.

“We should go.”

No one protests as you all begin to head back to the van. You unsheath your knife and find Cassian doing the same. Feyre’s scythe twitches in her fingers, like she’s itching to go again. Rhys has pulled a pistol from his waistband, and Azriel assesses the path back to the vehicle, twisting his blade in his still shaky hand.

Cassian presses the keys into your hand and you light up at the sight. He’s one pace in front of you, a wall of protection that makes your heart warm at the sentiment. He won’t let you be taken again.

“Fuck, yes. It’s about time!”

Azriel’s mouth curls in the corner at your amusement, even more so when Feyre mutters under her breath when she sees the way that you’re spinning the keyring around your finger.

“Oh gods.”

You huff, clutching the keys tightly in your fist as if she’s going to reach out and grab them from you.

“I’m not that bad at driving,” you promise, trying to reassure the men who are all giving you suspicious looks.

“I’m not the one that crashed my driver’s education car,” Feyre makes a face.

“I told you that in confidence,” you hiss and she snorts. “Well, at least I can stay inside of the lines on the road.”

Your companion rolls her eyes and you’re thankful that the three men with you continue watching the undead creatures trailing you because all you’re focused on right now is clearing your name.

“Yeah, because staying in the lines is so important right now. I’ll surely be more careful, with all of this traffic and all.”

As fun as witnessing you and Feyre go at it is, Azriel climbs into the back of the van, collapsing on the seat after bunching the dirty blanket under his head. He shuts his eyes and breathes out a long sigh, leaving Rhys and Cassian to take care of you and Feyre’s bickering, too exhausted to put in the energy.

“Easy, ladies,” Cassian grins, trying to ease the tension. His hands come down on your shoulders with a squeeze as he guides you away from Feyre to the driver’s side. “There will be all the time in the world for bickering about who’s the best driver when we find a safehouse.”

Feyre responds but you don’t hear it over the rumble of the engine turning over. Cassian slides into the passenger seat and Rhys sits nearest the front, letting you know that everyone’s ready to go, a weary look on his face.

“We might be able to make it to the next town,” you say hopefully, looking at the fuel gauge. There’s just under an eighth of a tank and your stomach turns uneasily. What if there’s nothing else out there and the van goes completely empty?

“If we see any cars we can jump out and check the tanks for fuel. Hopefully we will find something,” Rhys suggests, before adding, “Let’s get moving before the horde catches up. (Y/N), the gas pedal is the one on the right.”

You scowl, shoving the shifter into drive.

“Should I be holding onto this handle?” Cassian jokes as the car jerks forward.

You cut him a look but the playful smile on his face eases your sour mood. His eyes dart to the back of the van, noticing Azriel’s sleeping form and the way that Rhys and Feyre are tucked in tight, presumably making a plan for where to head to next. Cassian snakes a hand across the leather seats to settle it on your thigh.

You startle at the feeling but he gives you a gentle squeeze and you relax into the seat a little, keeping your eyes straight on the road.

Neither of you mention it.

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You don’t find any gas. In fact, you don’t see a single car on the fifteen mile journey into the next town.

“We’re doomed,” Feyre groans, eyeing the fuel gauge over your shoulder. The orange line is dipping dangerously low to empty.

“All good things must come to an end eventually,” Cassian says sadly, like he’s about to give the van a proper eulogy. His gaze slides around the interior of the van, taking in all of the scattered belongings, and then each person in turn. His hazel eyes linger on Azriel’s before he straightens in his seat.

The air is thick. Leaving the van behind means leaving safety, a quick getaway, and your home.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Azriel says, a little stern. He refuses to believe that this is the end for the van. “We can check out this town, stay the night in the van, and in the morning we will take it as far as we can. If we still don’t find anything, we reassess or continue on foot.”

Feyre shrugs, “Works for me. I need to start checking towns anyway, look for signs my sisters might’ve left if they’ve had to move.” Her shoulders are tight with the thought of her sisters being in trouble and possibly having to be on the move.

You knew that this was a very real possibility, that you’d run out of gas someday or that something would happen to the gaudy baby pink van. The one piece of solace you could actually find yourself relaxing in, might no longer be an option.

“Maybe we’ll find a nice abandoned house with a tall fence and solar panels,” you sigh, shutting off the engine.

You can only hope.

Feyre indulges you, nudging you with her elbow, a soft grin on her face. “Oh, and the pantry will be fully stocked. It’ll be filled with ho-hos and twinkies and cereal of all kinds!”

Everyone’s smiling now, taking the chance for one last laugh before things get serious.

“And a soccer net in the backyard!”

“And a pool,” Cassian adds, and you can picture the man laying on a floatie underneath the burning sun.

Your cheeks twinge pink.

“And a movie theater room!”

Everyone’s shouting out suggestions now, giggling and giddy. Azriel smiles, admiring each and every one of his friends in turn. Cassian, with his wide smile and the crinkles by his eyes, making his heart falter in his chest. Feyre, who, up until she’d saved him, had not been his biggest fan. Rhys, whose nose is scrunched with his smile, the long lines of his smile curled up, the dimple in his cheek visible. And finally, you, whose eyes are sparkling. Your laughter is melodic, complimenting Cassian’s lower chortle, the sound reverberating through his bones.

Feyre sighs, relaxing back into her seat, the remnants of her grin still gracing her features. “Oh, man, that would really be something.”

“What are the odds we build it ourselves?” Cassian asks, and everyone turns to look at him. He only shrugs, continuing, “Think about it. Say we find a house with a fence, that’s already at least a little protection. If the house has a pool, that’s even better. Some are probably still in decent shape, and it would be easy to tell if they aren’t.”

As he continues, his plan actually starts to sound feasible.

“We can barricade it for even more protection, bring the van and maybe we’ll find some gas eventually. We scour the neighborhood, and finally, we won’t have to be on the run every single day. And I have all of my seeds,” he says, puffing his chest proudly, “If we have somewhere safe we’d have a steady food supply.”

“And if anything should happen – and I pray that it doesn’t, but I have a little medical experience,” you tack on.

Feyre rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, pouting. “I chose a really bad time to major in art,” she mumbles.

Everyone turns to Az and Rhys, seeing what they think. They share a glance and Azriel shrugs in response. They can see clearly how tired everyone is, see it in the way your walks become longer, your sleep schedules become later, lethargic and endlessly exhausted. With you and Cassian not back at 100% yet, having a place for everyone to spread out and not be so on top of each other does sound quite nice.

“Alright,” Rhys agrees, and the van erupts into another round of cheers. “But, we have to make a plan, a fool proof one. How are we going to find your sisters, Fey? What is the guard schedule going to be like and who will be leading scouts through towns. I’m talking about exit strategy, rendezvous, how long we wait for each other if something goes wrong. We go over everything, and we don’t let our guard down.”

Everyone nods, agreeing. Az’s shoulders relax a little knowing that everyone will continue to stay conscious.

“Alright,” Rhys says, looking each and every person in the eyes. “That’s what we’re going to do. Gear up, we’ve got some house hunting to do.”

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“What about that one?”

“No,” Feyre makes a face.

“Why not?”

“I don’t like the shutters.”

Rhys sighs, shaking his head a little. “You’ve vetoed every house we’ve suggested.”

Cassian complains at the exact same time, “Shutters could help keep the zoms away. Extra protection.”

“Well, it’s not my fault all of these houses are ugly,” she defends, clearly grumpy.

You nudge Azriel’s elbow and roll your eyes dramatically at your friend. The corner of his mouth twitches and amusement sparkles his golden eyes. It makes your heart stutter in your chest.

He is truly so beautiful.

“Well, you have your pick of the block, Fey,” you answer, “Which one do you like?”

Everyone watches her look around, turning slowly as she assesses the block. Her gray eyes are sharp, examining every house in her line of vision. Eventually, she sighs, hands on her hips and exclaims, “None of these are screaming ‘best safe house in the world’ to me.”

The entire group seems to groan collectively and Feyre gasps, clutching a hand to her chest. “Excuse me, but I thought we all had a collective dream of what we wanted in a safehouse! Maybe you all should’ve lowered your standards a bit and we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“C’mon, Fey,” you drape yourself across her back, hooking your chin over her shoulder. “We have to find something so that we can prepare it before nightfall. Please, pick something.”

“Alright,” she sighs, “Let’s go.”

Azriel’s brows furrow as you begin walking again, the slight limp in your step has him silently moving closer, flanking your other side so he can protect you if something happens. You notice his presence and beam up at him. He doesn’t have a chance to respond because you’re already looking at Feyre, who’s asking you something.

It’s another hour before Feyre finally decides on a house. You swear you’ve been up and down this block six times before but you don’t mention it, best not to when everyone is sweating and hungry.

The house is gated, but the lock is broken and the gate swings open easily, letting you all in.

With Rhys’ help, he and Azriel wrap the fence with the chain you’d stuffed into your bag from the night you’d met them, when you and Feyre were taking cover in the clothing shop.

“Looks good so far, Feyre,” Azriel compliments, and you think it might be the first time you’ve ever heard them interact quite like this. Since she’s saved him from the two zombies coming after him, he’s been a lot nicer to your companion.

The property is large, and Azriel scans it for any signs of movement. He’s already formulating a schedule in his head, who will take shifts with who and when, walking the property in the morning and maybe a few times throughout the day, at least until they’ve barricaded it better, and then a duo on watch while the rest sleep.

You trek up the small hill that the house is perched on. “Better to be at a high vantage point,” Feyre had said when she’d pointed it out.

“(Y/N), Cass, Fey, do you think you can stand watch out here while Rhys and I take a look inside?” Azriel asks as you all make your way up the stone steps to the large home.

“Sure, I’ll find the house and keep watch,” Feyre mutters in response. “Better not steal the room I want, Shadow.”

And there she is.

“By all means,” Azriel gestures to the door, rolling his eyes at the stupid nickname that seems to be haunting him. “If you want to check the house with Rhys, I’ll stay out here.”

“We’re not helpless, you know,” you say, face scrunched in a pout. Your arms are folded across your chest and you’re leaning heavily on your good foot. You almost look convincing, until Cassian bops you on the nose and you break out into a smile, shoving at him playfully.

“Look alive,” Rhys nods towards the gate where a lone zombie is dragging itself down the street. It hasn’t spotted you yet, and if everyone’s quiet, it won’t. Rhys and Feyre nod at each other and with their weapons poised and ready, Rhys heads for the door.

It’s locked.

“Didn’t see that one coming,” he comments, staring at the door like it should be open for them. Like someone hadn’t been hiding out in this house as the chaos around them took over.

“Let’s try the back,” Feyre suggests.

It’s golden hour now, and the sun will be dipping down soon. You need to find a way inside without making too much noise because there’s no way you’re making it back to the car by nightfall.

You all move around the house only to see more stairs.

You make a face at your throbbing ankle. “Come open the front door for me. I’m not walking down all those stairs.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll stay here too,” Cassian agrees, winking at you. His leg has been feeling a lot better, but it’s not quite healed up as much as he’d like and all of the walking today has irritated the stitches, leg itching underneath the sweat-soaked bandages.

He’ll need you to change them soon.

Azriel turns to Rhys and Feyre, who both look at each other and shrug.

“Be back in a minute, then,” Rhys says, taking the lead.

Azriel follows behind you and Cassian, and your chest tightens uncomfortably. You still don't know what is going on between the two of them and you can feel it all bubbling up inside of you now that it’s the three of you alone. Has Cassian just been using you? But he seemed just as eager to kiss you as you were to kiss him.

It is the end of the world…maybe the two of them aren’t a thing? Not official? Maybe they’re just friends who like to lose themselves in another friend? The thoughts swirling around your head make you dizzy, and you nearly collapse next to Cassian on the stone fence enclosing the front porch. You lift your leg up onto Casisan’s lap, who laughs heartily as you nearly demand for him to rub your aching leg.

“Spoiled,” he murmurs, but his warm hands knead at your tender muscles.

The grip Azriel has around his knife tightens unconsciously at the sight of you both and he turns away so they don’t catch the pinched reaction on his face.

He’s jealous. Of you, being massaged by Cassian, so effortlessly taking what you want. Of Cassian, because he gets to touch you and receive smiles instead of flinches in return.

It’s like torture, the thirty minutes or so that you’re sitting out front, waiting for Feyre and Rhys to clear the house. You wonder if they were using up this time to finally fuck, the tension between the two of them thicker than that you’re creating between you, Cassain, and Azriel.

You and Cassian seem off in your own world, the large man talking lowly into your ear, and he watches you giggle in response. Or the sneaky poke to your side that made you squirm and squeal. Azriel watches Cassian’s fingers travel further and further up the leg of your pants, and he shifts as the back of his neck grows hot.

Finally, the front door clicks open, revealing Rhys who lets everyone know that the home is clear.

“Anything?” Azriel asks as he passes his friend.

“Nah. Seems like it was abandoned a while ago. No food, but there’s beds,” he explains, and all of a sudden it hits him, just how tired he actually is.

“Yeah?” Azriel knows he sounds hopeful. He must look like it too because Rhys’ gaze on him softens and he places a comforting hand on his shoulder with a nod. He can’t remember the last time he’s actually slept in a bed, it’s been in the back of his van for what seems like forever. The vehicle wasn’t the worst place he’s had to sleep. No, that would be the one time he and his friends slept in a dumpster. He shudders at the memory. This, he thinks, is better than winning the lottery.

“Yeah,” Rhys confirms, violet eyes sparkling. He opens his mouth to say something else but is cut off by your shriek of glee as Feyre hugs you so tightly you both topple to the floor.

“This feels really good, Az. I think we might be able to stay awhile.”

Azriel chews his lip. He hates being the one who always has to think about safety and how badly things might turn out, but if anyone is going to do it, it’s him. He wishes that this is something you can all pull off, staying here, but he doesn’t have that sure feeling in his stomach.

He doesn’t voice his concern though, everyone is too happy right now.

Instead, he agrees gently. “Yeah, maybe.”

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i know it was for example purposes, but now that you mention sugar daddy Andy, i can't get it out of my head 🥹! may you please do pic 3 with sugar daddy Andy Barber (or maybe even Steve Rogers!) ?

A soft clink of glasses had been a chime to stymying the differing silence. You had shifted on his lap and dug deeper into his comfort while his strong arms encircled your waist, keeping you held against him.

The notes of his cologne, soft yet spicy had stirred your desire and with a slow inhale you filled your senses with him. He was whispering in your ear, indistinguishable yet erotic sweet nothings that stole your attention away from the table of men and other women milking around.

“Comfortable, kitten?” Andy purred in your ear, one hand sliding to the hem of your dress as the other remained against your belly. “Are you happy?”

“Yes, Andy.” You couldn’t have denied him, you couldn’t have denied yourself the truth. “I know you’ve said I couldn’t ask…”

Andy Barber was a highly powerful lawyer; he was also your sugar daddy. You’d met him at a party, one of the mandatory events for you and your little group of smart assets at the university.

Andy had originally come to pledge money if the university pleaded him—he left with your number in his phone and the taste of his thousand dollar bourbon on your tongue.

“Se te lo dicessi, tesoro, dovrei portarti via e non lasciarti andare.” Andy’s husky voice echoed in your mind, it drew out a soft airy sigh from your lips and caused you to tremble against him. (If I told you darling, I would have to steal you away and never let you go)

“Cold, sweetheart?” Andy hummed again, shifting the placement of his hands to rub your arms while the scratch of his beard against your jaw was another delightful sensation that you’d first experienced weeks ago.

“I’m fine,” you replied quietly, slowly reaching for the glass in front of you, stopping when Andy tsked in your ear.

“Let me, darling.” He raised the glass to your lips, watching you earnestly swallow the wine he specially ordered for you before he brushed his thumb against your bottom lip to catch the dribble of wine, and then he held his thumb to your lips.

Pride was becoming of him, pride and devour hunger surging through his body had been a direct result of your lips parting and the suckle of his thumb.

“Barber, can we get back to it?” One of his associates had questioned the timing, and with the question being raised you’d inherently felt Andy’s chest become rigid.

“I have to have a private conversation with my…friends, baby.” Andy raised the inside of your wrist to his lips and gently kissed up your arm, moving slowly to bring out an increasing number of airy whines and whimpers.

“Andy…” you drew closer to him, not wanting to be cleaved from your boyfriend.

“I know, sweetheart.” Andy held your hand, helping you stand before he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled a sleek box out and set it in the table. “A gift for you, go try it on and wait for me upstairs.”

“Sure,” you reached for the box and cracked the lid open, attention falling to the breathtaking piece inside, “Andy…this is incredible!”

“The best for my baby.” He kissed the back of your hand, anger still radiating like fine mist around him. “Go on, darling. I won’t be long.”

You stepped away from the table and straightened the hem of your dress, the box tucked in your hand as you made your descent from the room. As you were reaching the cusp, you stole another glance over your shoulder to see the men and women appearing nervous, a flash of intense fear across each of their faces as Andy leaned in and parted his lips.

And then the door was closed behind you, cutting off your view to whatever was happening.

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lgsx1ii · 1 year

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(It can be platonically or romantically, Your choice)

Head cannons for Wally Darling / Wally dear

Wally is your childhood friend.

You both are inseperable since the both of you are very fond to eachother. Mostly Wally would stick to you like a glue. He would go anywhere with you if he has plently of full time, Holding your jacket sleeves cause he wasn't sure if he should hold hands yet with (Y/N). Maybe his shy?

When howdy's store doesn't exist yet, (Cause it's only the two of you in the neighborhood. .just existing with no parents.) Wally would use (Y/N), For him to reach the apple tree or any fruit tree. Or (Y/N) will be the one to reach it since their tall.

Wally has one sharp tooth, Just one sharp tooth. While (Y/N) has multiple. Wally will still stare and blink at the food for him to eat. It made (Y/N) wondered he does that, But they won't question further more but Wally notice that their interest by that. Intrigued that staring and blink to eat the food. With anything liquid to drink, Wally Dear holds the a cup of glass water and closing his eyes for the water to slowly drain away to transfer Wally dear's stomach. Or just by the normal drinking way to tilt his head then drink.

Hobbies, The original Wally Darling knows how to paint and knows how to blend and to grid by sketching and mixing colors to make an accurate painting or portraits. While Wally Dear (Attached Wally Au) is not very skilled at painting. He knows but it ends up not accurate, Turns on to be a mess. And he would just throw it away. How about portraits? Painting people's faces? Well he barely. .does it right.

Like he couldn't make everything accurate and looked exactly from the reference. It ends up good and terrible. Wally Dear really wanted to paint a protrait of (Y/N) but. .scared if he messes up.

So he decides to sketch and draw digitally. Which is comfortable for him, So he couldn't mess up all the time. (Undo button ehm-) So he wouldn't struggle all the time. Eventually, His fast at learning.

What inspires Wally is (Y/N), Taking pictures of them and looking back at the pictures he can see how to draw the pose and anatomy. Shapes. That's where he gets alot of motivation. But his really good at blending, and color theory and to match colors. And draw everything what draws him attention. Mostly (Y/N) in different poses, Drinking their favorite drinks, like anything sweet and wholesome. And even includes him. If his lacking poses, He would ask (Y/N) to pose for him, Or Wally would pose himself in the mirror.

Sometimes when (Y/N) is doing his own thing, Wally dear would bake and cook. Which he isn't in (Y/N)'s cooking or baking skills, But hey at least he will just give snacks to them for a present or a gift of their relationship. Mostly his focus on cooking rather then baking. He will be struggling sometimes on baking. And inf end it will mess up the whole thing if one simple ingredient he missed or over done it right. And prefers cooking since he just. Cooks in the pan. Y'know.

Not sure apple is the only thing he eats, Since Wally dear seems to like sandwiches. And other things that his taste buds he enjoys, Like how (Y/N) made every dish or desert delicious that Wally dear can't decide which is his favorite. For now he likes sandwiches and macaroon. His favorite drink is Coffee with milk of course. He kinda dislikes green tea. When it's way hot outside and makes him sweat, There's a chance of Wally getting picking at food and drinks.

Hair. His hair is messy yet fluffy looking, He doesn't use hair spray alot since he wasn't sure if it can damage his hair. But uses hair spray sometimes when he needs to impress. Wally heard that (Y/N) seems to like fluffy things cause that drews their attention, So. .Wally kept the fluffy looking hair thing.

When he let's his hair down, his hair length was on his shoulders. Sometimes when he feels lazy to fix up his hair, He just use the hairstyles of doing a lower pony hair hair style thing.

Wally really liked to be headpat, He can. .vibrate? Like a cat. But when scratching under his chin, Wally backs away little with his face turn red. He was embarrassed when (Y/N) does that, Low-key enjoys it.

When hugging, You know how Original Wally would turn into a ragdoll when getting hugged. But to Wally dear he will slowly dissolved into a back pack. Like when (Y/N) hugs him, Wally dear would wrap his arms around (Y/N). His okay to be hang around while (Y/N) is walking around. His like a backpack when getting hugged. Just stick and cling on.

Which is also kinda funny, that his hands on that situation getting hugged. his fingers and hands will be sticky like those plushy toys can stick their hands together. As then Wally wraps his arms around (Y/N) being a backpack. Or when (Y/N) is really busy at something they wanna do or what they do, Wally just clings to them like a bag always. They don't mind Wally dear being like that. Kinda cool right?

His very touched starved, So expect alot of hugging from behind or tackled and hug on. Alot of hugs. He gets pouty and annoyed when his hug time getting interrupted, His like cat prefers to be with the owner rather then the others. He gets way awaked when someone hugs him who isn't (Y/N) and wanted to be out from someone's embraced. He runs away back to his house or to (Y/N)'s house to take a quick bath then hugs (Y/N).

His like a stray cat when it comes to other people, He would slowly walk away or run away, Staring at them menacingly and walks away finding (Y/N).

He gets impatient and a bit angry when he gets no attention alot from (Y/N). And makes him jealous whenever (Y/N) is talking to other neighbors, When his really in a bad mood and add with jealousy, He would use his tentacle from his back and wrap around (Y/N) as he drags him away while looking back glaring. He really hates being left behind or left around with no attention from his special friend.

He drinks fermented apple juice that makes him drunk, Mostly. .possessive around (Y/N)? But mostly very clingy like he would follow them everywhere like a dog. Or when his drunk he acts like a whiney husband/Partner, That he gets all pouty on (Y/N). "Why did you look at that person....are you cheating on mee..? (Y/N) I'm way better..I can litterally sketch and cook better then themm..Please don't leave me..wahh.." like his sober and getting all clingy and pouty on (Y/N). For (Y/N) they wouldn't let themselves be drunk or drink to much, Gets picky to those types of drinks. Mostly doesn't like the smell of alcohol.

(Y/N) would have to carry Wally back to (Y/N)'s house and put him on their bed as (Y/N) would sleep in the mattress in the floor. If Wally is still drunk he would try to pull (Y/N) to sleep with him in a weak strength, That (Y/N) shooks their head no and rather sleep in the floor and not to sleep with Wally. (Which it will be very rare for (Y/N) to let Wally sleep next to them, Nothing weird stuff happens since Clown's boundaries. It's all just cuddle and hug of two homies in bed. A very homie behavior letting your friend sleeping next to you.)

Now about his eyes one the third drawing, He would be able to hypnotized (Y/N), It lasted for a while since he wouldn't go to far. And means if you get hypnotized, He wants you to stay with him longer. His tentacles would wrapped you gripping you tightly if your being stubborn or not listening to him, Like his desperate not wanting you to leave his side. Or when he gets flustered or anything like that, His eyes change into hearts. At this point his like a snake. Rather then a cat vibe.

If he gets a breakdown of his emotions and himself loosing control, He will go mayham with his tendrils on his back with his face turn into an uncanny creepy expression on his face with a realistic eye, and ruin everything in his way while trying to fight back to control his urges with all his strength. In the end (Y/N) will be the one hug him and comfort him, Petting his and rubbing his back. Calming Wally's stress and his anxiety.

Wally has social anxiety and feeling anxious of himself around people, or felt being judged by others. If (Y/N) is there with him he felt very comfortable and safe and let (Y/N) do all the talking which his glad about that, If his not comfortable to talk or in not in the right mood.

But when his around people and (Y/N) isn't there, He. .became quiet, But talks when his been asked a question. He doesn't know how to come up with a topic or how to be comfortable around them. He would grind his pants onr his sleeve when his very struggling to calm himself, Then his overthinking thoughts will appear in his head while smiling hiding his stressful side.

Wally doesn't much. .have a peaceful sleep. He was struggling to sleep of that entity himself, and the voices makes him scared and anxious if his sleeping alone with this thoughts appearing on his head. When he tries to do things to make him sleepy, It doesn't really work as the whispers in his head would get louder. When his tired hearing if, He just gave up and walks to (Y/N)'s house at night. Which luckily (Y/N) can stay up at night. They answered the door and opens to see Wally his tired stress face, They nod and let them in to let them sleep in their house for a while. It work very well in the end.

That's for the headcanons for now, and Yeah I'm aware I haven't reply to the questions for Knfe. The urge to have new ideas gets to me much.

#x y/n #oc #x reader #wally darling #wally welcome home #wally x y/n #welcome home wally #wally #welcome home au #welcome home #AttachAu

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