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bratzforchris · 1 month

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Heeeyyyyy🎀

I have an idea👀

Matt x reader where she’s really scared of dogs and they go over to a mutual friends house and they have a dog (That reader somehow didn’t know about🤷🏽‍♀️😭) and Matt eases her into not being afraid anymore.

Puppy Love

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Summary: Above!!

Pairing: Matt x feminine reader (with surprise guests Jake and Johnnie :3)

Warnings: Fear of dogs, Jake being an oblivious little shit

Word Count: 872

A/N: Thank you for the request! Let me know if you guys would ever want more crossover type fics like this! Especially after this past weekend (if you know, you know) :)

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If there was one thing that you feared more than anything else, it was dogs. You knew it was irrational, but you’d had the fear since you were a small child, having been pushed over by a large dog at the park. For this reason, you and Matt had a little gray tabby kitten that you both considered your “child”.

That didn’t mean other people didn’t have dogs, though. You usually tried to nonchalantly ask about people’s pets, terrified of either a) being judged or b) being shocked by a large animal you were unaware of. Matt knew about your fear, and thus, usually made sure the friends you hung out with were dog free or the pets were out of the house before you went over.

Everyone was bound to make mistakes, though, and this was what happened on this particular day. You and Matt had agreed to go over to Jake and Johnnie’s house to film a teams video, in which you and your boyfriend would go against Jake and Johnnie in a gingerbread house building contest. You were quite excited for the day as Matt turned the car into the driveway of their LA house, humming along softly to a Dominic Fike song on the radio.

“I’m excited,” You giggled as you both exited the car, walking towards the front door. The excitement didn’t last long, however, because you soon heard a bark from inside the house that caused you to stop in your tracks. You dropped Matt’s hand, looking up at him as your face paled. “Do they…have a dog?”

Matt’s face dropped as he looked at you, worry creasing his eyes. “Shit, baby. I forgot. I’m so sorry, honey. Let me text Jake and ask him if he can maybe put him in the backyard.”

But before Matt could send the message, Jake opened the door, smiling widely. “Hey guys!”

Behind him, was a large, white and black pitbull. The dog didn’t move, opting to sit by Jake’s feet, but he continued to bark like there was no tomorrow. You practically clung to Matt’s side, fear coursing through your body. He didn’t look aggressive, but his bark sure sounded like it. Johnnie appeared seemingly out of nowhere next to Jake and the dog, surveying the situation.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

Jake had been oblivious to your and Matt’s silence, but Johnnie was much more observant. He took one look at your fearful face and the way your nails were digging into Matt’s bicep while he gently rubbed your back. You looked up as Matt shifted, an anxious look on his face.

“Y/N isn’t…crazy about dogs.” he mumbled quietly, not wanting to embarrass you.

“Shredder’s chill, dude.” Jake chuckled, opening the door wider so you two could step in.

“The dog’s name is Shredder?”

If you weren’t anxious before, you definitely were now. The dog was huge and muscular, with a name that made him sound even more malicious. Even though he hadn’t moved, simply wagging his tail against the floor as Johnnie pet him, you were still frozen with fear. Matt gently rubbed your side, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, before holding his hand out for the dog to sniff.

“Hey, sweet boy.” Matt smiled, ever the animal lover.

The dog whined happily, straining against Johnnie’s hold on his spiked collar.

“He’s not aggressive,” Johnnie smiled at you kindly. “He doesn’t jump either. He mostly just likes to be pet.”

“Dude’s a lazy ass bitch.” Jake snorted as you and Matt finally stepped inside the house, closing the door behind you.

Johnnie rolled his eyes, but allowed Matt to continue petting the dog. “Says you.”

Matt ignored the boy’s banter, keeping a watchful eye on you. He didn’t want you to be scared, so he was hoping maybe him showing you how sweet the pup was would ease your fear. “Do you wanna pet him?” he asked you softly.

You nodded timidly, eyes wide with fear. “I’ll, um, try…I guess.” You whispered.

You softly put your hand out, allowing Shredder to sniff you and all your scents. To your surprise, he didn’t try to lunge for you the way he had Matt. He just butted his head against your hand, a happy grunt escaping his mouth as his tongue flopped out to the other side. You smiled, looking to Matt for confirmation.

Your boyfriend smiled, happy to see you conquering fears. “I think he likes you.”

Johnnie eased his hold on the dog’s collar, nodding to Jake as Shredder trotted over to your side. rather than be overly wild, the pup simply rubbed against your legs, panting happily. Matt smiled, holding your hand, just to make sure you weren’t any more anxious than you had to be.

“I love him.” You giggled after a moment.

Sure, you had been scared at first, but Matt never failed to calm your fears. You knew he would never allow you to get hurt and that he would always protect you, and for that, you were forever grateful.

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leathernourishingshoepolish · 2 years

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Dressing up in creepy costumes with hitoshi and going around UA dorms at night and scaring the shit out of everyone 😭

Izuku accidentally showing PDA because when hes with you all he sees is you and he forgets abt everything else around him. 😭😭

Christmas activities with sho. Wearing soft comfy clothes. Making Christmas cookies and gingerbread houses with him. Eating sweets while watching your favorite Christmas movie together while laying by the fireside and just feeling so in love.

Peeping into the kitchen to see katsuki dancing and cooking and doing lil twirls and just seeming so HAPPY and at PEACE. Also probably singing whatever song he likes 😭.

Trick or treating with kiri!! Dressing up in matching outfits and going out to get candy like little kids and giggling as you skip down the neighborhood while holding hands.

Denki would just decide one day hes gonna surprise you when you walk into your dorm room by singing some corny ass song and holding a ring pop for you while down on one knee 😭😭

Sero who introduces you to his family and his mother and siblings absolutely LOVE YOU. LIKE AN INCREDIBLE AMOUNT. You’re basically part of their family and his siblings share embarrassing stories about him while hes playfully grimacing in shame 😭

Aizawa whos birthday surprise you secretly plan with mic and 1A to surprise him on the night he gets back from patrol. He ended up tearing up when he came back to his kids, bsf and wife all together with a surprise and a new kitty just for him. HE WAS SO HAPPY 😭

Doing skin care with shiggy on the rare occasion he gets to relax and hes just ridiculing all your products while youre dying of laughter and telling him to keep still while you paint his nails hot pink 😭😭

All of them who is so in absolute love with you and cherish you sm 😭

Mha imagines <3

Reblogs appreciated!

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pinkydevil16 · 1 year

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Tyler Galpin x reader (alternative)

Tyler placed a hot chocolate down infront of Y/n as she stared out the window, his smile widening as she jumped slightly and turned to grin at him thanking him as she looked at the new drink. Moving to grab her money from her black bag only for Tyler to sit opposite her and stop her.

"Nope, it's on the house. As a thank you." Y/n quirked an eyebrow at him as she slowly placed her purse back into the black bag, her hair falling over the side of her face as she turned back to him tucking the hair behind her ear as she moved to pick up the drink. Sniffing it as she smiled down at it, the smell of gingerbread filling her body as she sighed out.

"You make the best hot chocolate." Taking a sip she let out a happy moan which made Tyler blush dark as she closed her eyes and savoured the amazing drink, Tyler leaning against his hand as he stared at her happy face, she was hard on the outside but inside she was a softy. He admired how she looked in the deep red dress, he had almost spilt someone's coffee down them when she walked in, her boots thudding against the ground as she entered. He had to admit this was one of her favourite type of outfits, a dress with fishnets and boots especially when she wore a dress like the one she currently wore. The cut shorter and slightly tighter, this one especially with the v cut, he had stuttered an apology to the customer and rushed to the register as she looked around before spotting him and smiling, the dark red lips and eyeliner really worked for him. Especially the way her legs looked in the fishnets, as he thought about it now he saw her sharp acrylics snap in front of his eyes as he zoned back in. A dark blush on his face as he chuckled nervously at her questioning face, a carved eyebrow raised in question before she shrugged and took another sip before casting her eyes back towards the therapy office.

"Someone new is in there." She spoke, side eyeing him as they both watched a girl slide down the gutter and sneak around, Y/n's eyebrows shot up as she turned to watch the girl enter the coffee shop.

"She's hot." Y/n whispered as Tyler rushed back to the counter, Y/n's eyes trained on the goth girl in Nevermore uniform as she walked towards the counter and began talking to Tyler. The girl looked oddly towards Y/n then back to Tyler so Y/n stood, abandoning her hot chocolate swinging her bag over her shoulder and moving so she could lean on the counter near Tyler where he now fussed over the coffee machine. Her dress showing off her cleavage as she did, Wednesday staring at her before looking back at Tyler as his attention was stolen by Y/n.

"Stop staring at her and give me the instructions." Y/n laughed as Tyler stuttered handing her the italian instruction manual, moving to lean against the counter so Y/n's head reached his waist as he crossed his arms and stared at Wednesday as she somehow fixed the stupid machine. Y/n raising an eyebrow as she stood up straight and smoothed down her dress Tyler's eyes following her hands as they smoothed over the back of the dress until Wednesday spoke.

"Fixed. Now i need a ride." Y/n looked towards Tyler enjoying how flustered he was around the mysterious girl.

"I don't finish for an hour, i'm sure you can sit with Y/n as she's also waiting for me?" Tyler looked towards Y/n begging her to agree with him as she smiled showing off her oddly sharp canines for a normie.

"That doesn't work for me." Y/n dropped her smile and tapped her sharp nails against the counter as she watched the girl try to bribe Tyler to abandon work. Tyler turning her down but she kept adding money until Y/n chimed in.

"Sit down and wait, jeez let Tyler finish his shift. I won't bite." Y/n rolled her eyes tapping Tyler's shoulder and grazing along it with her nails as she moved back to her seat, slumping down and picking up her hot chocolate. Wednesday deciding she seemed the most interesting and more her type of person and taking the seat opposite her, Y/n sending a wink to Tyler as more customers flooded in.

"I'm Y/n." Y/n spoke first extending her hand as Wednesday stared at it before Y/n raised her hands in mock surrender and rolled her eyes.

"Wednesday." Y/n looked at her as she drank some more of the luke warm hot chocolate, the door chiming as three boys entered.

"If it isn't L/N, with an outcast? Who would have thought?" One of the boys laughed as Y/n ignored them but Wednesday watched how her nails scraped against the cup and eyebrows slightly creased in annoyance. Tyler rushing to serve the customer as he saw the small gang of popular kids stand by Y/n, wiping his hands on his uniform and smiling at Y/n who in turn put down the hot chocolate.

"Hey guys come on." One of the guys turned to Tyler pushing him back.

"Stay out of this Galpin." Y/n stood up quickly pushing the guy away from her best friend as they stood chest to chest.

"Don't touch him." She warned, Wednesday now standing up as the mayor's son pushed Y/n, her face turning dark as she threw a punch at him whilst Tyler watched Wednesday beat up the other two until all three laid on the floor.

"You okay?" Y/n asked tenderly as she turned to Tyler, her hand on his chest as she looked up at him, his eyes dropping to where her knuckle had split upon contact with the jackass on the ground. His dad soon walking in and sighing as he looked at Y/n until he noticed Wednesday behind her, suddenly turning stern.

"What happened here?" Tyler tried to explain but his dad was too focused on Wednesday as Tyler wrapped his arms around Y/n.

"They started it dad, Y/n and Wednesday just defended themselves." The sheriff stared at Wednesday until Principle Weem's interrupted.

"Ahh Miss Addam's this where you've snuck off to." Wednesday stared at her blankly as she watched the tall principle look at the damage.

"You're an Addams? You Gomez's kid?" Wednesday ignored him as she followed Principle Weems, the sheriff spewing nonsense of her father being a murderer until they were out his sight, now turning to face Tyler and Y/n as his son smiled sheepishly at him whilst Y/n hid her fist behind her back.

"Show me your hand kid." Y/n stuck out her hand, her long black acrylics still in perfect condition as the sheriff sighed and ran a finger over her knuckles.

"Just a bruise, damn it now i have to explain this all." Y/n and Tyler moved backwards as his dad rounded up the three lads, Y/n snickering when the mayor's son winced in pain and glared at her. Tyler squeezing her arm in light warning as she dropped her smile and rolled her eyes once more, leaning into his arm around her as they all left.

"I like her." Y/n spoke turning and resting her chin on Tyler's chest as he wrapped his arms around her back lazily, looking down at her with a sweet smile on his face.

"You would." Y/n scoffed playfully, lifting her hand to smack his chest as he faked hurt and betrayal making her laugh as she moved away from him towards her cup. Turning back to him with the cold drink and a sheepish smile.

"Think i could get another?" Tyler playfully smiled at her, taking the cup and rolling his eyes mocking what she always did, Y/n gasping in fake insult following him towards the counter as he made her another.

"How's your knuckles?" He spoke as he pumped the gingerbread into the cup, watching her eyes sparkle as he did a chuckle coming from him as he poured in the hot chocolate and placed it in front of where she leaned on the counter. Y/n standing up and moving round the counter allowing Tyler to hold her waist as she jumped onto it, his body between her legs as he took her hands watching her open and close her fist.

"It's fine, his face was soft." Y/n laughed as she spoke, watching as Tyler grabbed a clean cloth wrapping ice in it and placing it on her knuckles making her hiss through gritted teeth.

"Such a toughty." Tyler laughed as she glared at him, going to roll her eyes as Tyler handed her her hot chocolate enjoying how she instantly smiled and took it off him gently. The make shift ice pack falling in her lap as he picked it up moving it next to them as he placed his hands either side of her thighs and looked down at her.

"Thank you." Y/n took a hand off the cup to wave him off, dismissing the whole event as though she hadn't defended him against the asshole. Looking at him over the cup she smiled lovingly at him.

"What are best friends for? You never know, one day you might repay me and beat someone up instead." Y/n laughed as Tyler groaned, taking the cup of her as she whined now forcing the ice pack onto her knuckles and holding his warm hand against her now cold one.

"Yeah yeah, let me fix you up." Y/n grinned at him trying to sweeten him up as he tried his hardest to stay serious before he caught her eyes and cracked a smile back.

"You can't get out of everything by smiling." He taunted her, moving the ice pack and placing both his hands over hers to reheat it.

"I don't know, i get out of most things, plus i have the sheriff's son wrapped around my manicured pinky." Y/n cheekily smiled at him as he rolled his eyes and moved to poke her cheek as she moved to slap his hand.

"You're lucky i like you so much." Tyler spoke poking her again to annoy her as she pouted at him.

"You can't help it." She laughed poking him back as the two began laughing and playfully fighting.

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#tyler galpin x reader #wednesday series #wednesday 2022 #wednesday tyler galpin #Tyler Galpin x reader cute

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coffe-book-club · 5 months

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ sweet headcanons ɞ˚‧｡⋆

info: bill kaulitz x fem! reader

disclaimers: none in particular, just super sweet and fluff headcanons.

✧ bill loves physical contact, he likes walking with you hand in hand or arm in arm. he likes to gently caress your face and loves hugs madly. if you let him, he would spend most of his time in your arms. they make him feel safe and protected.

✧ his favorite dates are the ones where you are at your house or his house, this makes no difference to him. to prepare some biscuits, and then stay under the warm blankets, cuddled up to each other on the comfy and cozy sofa in front of the television. watching a movie, a sitcom or gilmore girls. munching on the biscuits you have prepared, which are sometimes slightly hard due to overcooking.

✧ in the evening when you are together, one of his absolute favorite things is to do skin care with you. he likes the feeling of the soft brush passing over his face.

✧ you are his comfort person. he's completely comfortable with you and loves when you sit on his thighs and put makeup on his face or run the straightener through his long, soft black hair.

✧ bill is a very sweet and generous guy, he would do anything for you. when you go out together you can't even say that you like something, that he buys it for you immediately. he doesn't care if you tell him that you don't actually need it or that he shouldn't spend money on you, he only does this because he wants to see you happy.

✧ a favorite thing of yours is spending entire afternoons in his bedroom or yours. drinking hot herbal teas, having long gossips and painting each other's nails.

✧ since bill loves physical contact, when you sleep together his face is always resting on your chest or vice versa. with your arms wrapped around your bodies and your legs tangled together.

✧ if bill wakes up before you (which rarely happens lmao) he always makes you breakfast. a good coffee with milk or iced coffee, with soft and warm pancakes or a slice of apple pie with brown sugar and cinnamon on top.

hii ☕ how are you? yesterday afternoon i went to the christmas markets with my best friend, and in addition to having bought ‘vladimir nabokov's lolita’ i also bought a sort of bauble for the christmas tree, in the shape of lollipop with a gingerbread man and a bell. it's too cute! 😩🫶🏻 i've also started rewatching gilmore girls, it's my comfort series. i apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors, but english is not my native language. xoxo flo.

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz x reader #headcanons #fluff

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soulrph · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍.

i like to think that at least MOST of these can be made platonic!! but y’all use these at your discretion! i wish i could explain what inspired me to do these, but honestly i have no idea. i wanted soft stuff, i made the soft stuff, and now i give it to you guys for whatever wonderfully gifted plans you have for them! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!

[ MANICURE ]: sender and receiver paint each other's nails together.

[ JIGSAW ]: sender and receiver do jigsaw puzzles together.

[ BOARD ]: sender and receiver play board games together.

[ MOVIE ]: sender and receiver enjoy a movie night together.

[ GAME ]: sender and receiver enjoy a game night (using video games, board games and other mediums) together.

[ BAKE ]: sender and receiver go baking together.

[ COOK ]: sender and receiver go cooking together.

[ STYLE ]: sender and receiver do each other's make-up.

[ BATH ]: sender and receiver run a bath to share together.

[ RELAX ]: sender and receiver arrange to do facials/a spa day together.

[ HAIR ]: sender and receiver bathe and style one another's hair.

[ ARTISTS ]: sender and receiver go painting/drawing together for the evening.

[ GINGERBREAD ]: sender and receiver bake, build and decorate a gingerbread/cookie house together.

[ DECOR ]: sender and receiver decorate a room together.

[ BUILD ]: sender and receiver embark upon a DIY building project together.

[ PILLOW ]: sender and receiver engage in a pillow fight with each other.

[ VIBE ]: sender and receiver listen to music together.

[ BOOGIE ]: sender and receiver dance to music together (either a full chaotic dance party or a slow dance).

[ Q&A ]: sender and receiver play the question game together (i.e. asking random, soul-searching questions which they must answer honestly).

[ SIP ]: sender and receiver play drinking games (not necessarily using alcohol! just a drink of choice) together (e.g. never have i ever, where one person says something they've never done before, and the other drinks if they have done it, or doesn't if they haven't).

[ MIX ]: sender and receiver make cocktails together.

[ FROZEN ]: sender and receiver design an ice-cream sundae bar together.

[ CHOICE ]: sender and receiver ask each other a number of "would you rather" questions.

[ PIZZA ]: sender and receiver make pizzas together from scratch.

[ PICNIC ]: sender and receiver arrange and enjoy a living room/bedroom picnic together.

[ KARAOKE ]: sender and receiver sing karaoke together.

[ HOLIDAYS ]: sender and receiver plan a future vacation together.

[ CARE ]: sender and receiver spend an evening looking after someone else's child or pet together.

[ TWIST ]: sender and receiver play a game of twister together.

[ FIGHT ]: sender and receiver engage in a game of play wrestling together.

[ OUTAGE ]: sender and receiver end up stuck at home during a blackout and come up with electricity-free ways to entertain themselves.

[ DIP ]: sender and receiver decided to do a lucky dip dinner night (in which they pick a theme from a random list and prepare a dinner date together based on that theme, e.g. disn.ey, the colour red, cold foods only).

[ HEAT ]: sender and receiver embark upon a cooking challenge together (a cook-off!).

[ OVEN ]: sender and receiver engage in a baking challenge against one another (think GBBO, but for two people in one kitchen!).

[ SPLASH ]: sender and receiver arm themselves with water guns and prepare to soak one another in a water fight.

#rp meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #roleplay prompt #rp prompt #writing prompts #sentence starter #writing prompt #sentence starters #food mention tw

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amywritesthings · 4 months

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gingerbread sweet. / a reiner holiday ficlet

pairing: reiner braun x f!reader ( attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin ) word count: 1.1k summary: It's the Titan frat's annual gingerbread house competition. Your boyfriend, Reiner Braun, is determined to win. You, however, are determined to distract.

tags: modern au - university, holiday fluff, gingerbread houses, all the marleyans are in a frat bc i said so, devoted boyfriend!reiner, light sexual tension credit: dividers by @saradika

welcome to the eleventh day of the twelve days of amymas !!

“Does the door look crooked to you?”

"The what?"

"The door. Look at it."

There’s nothing more amusing than watching your hulk of a boyfriend crouch over a tiny gingerbread house.

Reiner Braun squints as he presses a gumdrop to the front — circular windows make it modern, or so he claims — then pauses.

Distracted by a very minor detail, you can already feel his anxiety running his brain a mile a minute: a lopsided door may deduct a few points from Marcel's arbitrary points system from this very arbitrary holiday competition.

Because he's absolutely fucking determined to win.

Granted, the bragging rights are his, but the grand prize will not be — Reiner, of course, rarely rides this hard for something he wants.

No, he’s too willing to put everyone else's wants and needs above his own.

So the grand prize of the Titan fraternity annual gingerbread house competition is going to go to you, hell or high water.

He’s going to win you that goddamn spa day gift card that Marcel has been dangling as a sweet little incentive no matter how long it takes him to mold this gingerbread house into his image.

"I think it looks straight."

The tip of his pink tongue pokes out a little from his pressed lips as he leans in closer. "...I trust your eye more than mine."

The blonde sits up to fish for the green icing piping bag. He's gentle with the way he eases the icing along the edges of the tiny confectionary door.

(An icing wreath, like this couldn't be anymore adorable.)

“Reiner?” you coo.

“Yeah, babe.”

Flat. He’s in the zone.

“You know you don’t have to slave over this thing, right?”

You scoot your chair closer to his, dropping your temple to his large tricep.

“I can buy my own spa day card.”

“False,” he corrects. “I’ll buy you the spa day card myself, but if I gotta cheat Porco out of winning for the third year in a row. Pieck’s gone at least five times on our dime.”

"When were the other two times?" you ask, not correlating the math.

"Well, our freshman year," Reiner begins, using the green icing to make little bushes at the foundation of the house, "we did a Valentine's day relay race that ended up with Bert in urgent care with a broken nose. Then, the one-and-only pool party chicken fight tournament — Pieck and Porco fought dirty."

"Is that why it was the one and only?"

"Yeah. Bert got another bloody nose, but that time from Annie going a little too hard."

He snorts.

"We had to save him from becoming the next Owen Wilson, so — no more chicken tournaments."

Titan frat is… well, excessively competitive, you've learned in your year or so of dating Reiner.

(Blame Porco and the new pledge, Eren Yeager, for only exasperating in this year with the month-long holiday challenges.)

You shrug a shoulder. “I could help.”

“And mess up your pretty nails?” Reiner shakes his head, glancing briefly through his peripheral vision. He smirks. “Ain’t no way.”

Right.

Reiner’s also very giving, during this season — in more ways than one.

First it was the fully-paid-for manicure yesterday.

Then it was the reservation for a Christmas Eve dinner to your favorite spot in the inner city.

Now he’s trying to win Marcel's approval in this ridiculous decorating contest in your name, and you feel… well, loved.

(There's no disputing that you've won the boyfriend lottery.)

Which, of course, means you have only one thing you can do in this situation.

He’s too wound up.

Distracted.

So you reach down to the pile of icing supplies strewn about, picking the small red accented tube.

You swipe some on the tip of your finger, mindful not to get it under your nails.

Reiner doesn’t even see it happening.

He’s too busy playing fixer-upper on the front side of the house, his too-big hands delicately toying with the too-small decorations he’s pasting on the cookie.

You wait a few seconds, letting him place the door where he wishes, before swiping the icing over the side of his neck.

Reiner tenses, turning to see what the hell just hit his neck, but he’s too late—

You’re already leaning in, sliding the tip of your tongue along his skin.

The man gasps, dropping his own piping bag to the supply assortment below.

“What are you—”

“Decorating,” you murmur nonsensically, grinning from ear to ear as his attention disappears completely from the gingerbread house to you.

“The guys are in the other room,” he rasps, eyes wide.

The pledges, he means — banished to the enclosed patio as they work on their own poorly-designed houses.

Through the last year while dating Reiner, you’ve learned very quickly how sensitive he is.

Sometimes all it takes is a look to get him hard.

Your ego has never recovered, and it’s not deflating now.

Except his eyes soften and a gentle chuckle exits his throat when his golden eyes search your face.

“Wait, you got—”

“What?”

His hand gently cradles your jaw.

“Hold still, baby.”

His thumb raises to swipe at your nose, where his smile only grows.

You stay still, obedient to his command, unable to stop looking at him.

God, he’s gorgeous.

He’s so fucking gor—

Something touches your lips, and you belatedly realize Reiner’s taken it upon himself to push the red icing along the seam of your lips, parting them easily.

You can taste the sugary sweetness on the tip of your tongue.

“Shit, sorry." When your brows knit in confusion, Reiner explains himself. "Seems like I missed a spot.”

Oh.

His pupils dilate as his gaze drops to your lips, as if he’s ready to devour your whole.

Your entire body turns into flames.

“Just one spot?” you murmur, and a wicked smirk crawls to his mouth.

That same thumb drops to glide the remaining icing over your chin.

“I fear it's a couple of spots, but don't worry. I'll get you cleaned up.” He tilts his chin. “I take care of my girl, remember?”

(As if you could ever forget.)

His words get your blood pumping. Pledges and wandering eyes be damned.

“What about the gingerbread house?” you murmur, entranced by the way he continues absently swiping icing over your jaw, chin, and cheeks.

(Marking a trail his lips will devour.)

“We can bring the icing upstairs,” Reiner suggests with an innocent shrug. You know it’s anything but. “I’ll finish that damn house eventually, but I have something sweeter to tend to.”

Before you can say another word, the blonde stands from his chair and gently takes your hand into his.

You easily stand with him, unable to stop giggling as he tugs you eagerly upstairs.

He’s determined to win, yes, but to him —

He’s already won.

He has you, after all.

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nerdieforpedro · 4 months

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A New Tradition with Frankie

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x GN reader

Fanfiction rating: Teens and up

My blog overall is 18+ MDNI

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Summary: An adventure in baking leads to fun and laughter at your expense. But in the end, his smile is what matters.

Warnings: likely bad baking directions, jokes in very poor taste, cursing, Frankie having fun at your expense, domestic fluff

Notes: I wanted to give Frankie some fluff. In my previous Frankie Fridays, I've been having that man work through his trauma. He needed some pure fluff and laughs. I did look up how to make gingerbread cookies but unlike many of the wonderful baking posts by @avastrasposts I have no idea what I’m doing. 😆 I made a post yesterday about what my chocolate chip cookies looked like and I cannot be trusted with an oven.

Word Count: approx. 1.2K

The directions had been clear and you read them twice before starting. You even tailored your shopping list to them and had double checked you had all the ingredients two days ago. Why do they all look like piles of lumpy dirt?

Now the ginger, cinnamon, brown sugar, molasses give it the brown color which makes sense. The wet ingredients you added after the dry because that’s what they always did on one of your favorite shows ‘Nailed it!’ and you made fun of the bakers who dumped everything in at once. You swear you’re not like them. You promise.

The dough sat in the fridge for two and a half hours. The minimum was two but you were checking emails on your phone and lost track of time. A rolling pin was bought for this, you hadn’t owned one, never needed one but you got one. A good one not from the dollar store, but from Target. Rolled out the dough, shaped the little gingerbread cookies, set the oven to 350 degrees and put them in, rotating them halfway so they would bake evenly. The cookies had been rising and rising and maybe they rose a bit too much, but maybe it would fall like a cake. They all rise and fall right?

But now, these cookies mock you, they’re huge, puffy, oblong. Not the cute circles you’d cut out less than 30 minutes ago. What can you do with them?

“Hermosa (gorgeous), I’m home. Benny lost to the Raz guy again. He’s really got to train harder.” Your husband walked in, setting his keys in the dish by the door and slipping his boots off. He was making his way to the kitchen. You threw a dish towel over the cookies in a vain attempt to hide them. He’s a pilot whose job it is to keep track of minute details that can disrupt a flight plan. You’re not hiding anything.

“Hey Frankie. Benny lost again? Maybe he should take a break for a bit like you said.” You smiled, your fingers nervously tapping your thigh. He was scanning you and the room.

“Hermosa. What’s under the cloth? This isn’t the day you murder me for wearing shoes inside the house is it?” He laughed moving toward you and those abominations called cookies.

“No. And I mention one time how I don’t like dirt tracked in the house and you go right to murder Morales. Jeez.” You crossed your arms in false offense before pulling him close to you by his arms. “You have to pay the toll, you know. Just gonna walk in this house and think you don’t. Mighty full of yourself sir.” You grinned and placed a soft peck on his lips. Frankie smiled and put an arm around your shoulders, deepening the kiss before stepping back, holding the dishcloth.

“I’m a man who pays his debts.” He took one look at the oversized cookies and doubled over in laughter. “Hermosa no, baby why? These are the gingerbread cookies you talked about? They look like…like..”

“Don’t say it…” You covered your ears. You’d hear him anyways, but it didn’t stop you from being mortified that he saw them and what you both knew they looked like.

“Like what came out of Santi’s dog after he gave him that kibble with the extra fiber..!” Frankie continued to bellow with glee, clumsy stepping back. Your hands went from your ears to your hips, face burning with annoyance but also glee that he was able to laugh so freely. It used to be difficult to get a chuckle out of the man when he wasn’t with his brothers in arms.

“I used to like you Frankie. Damn it.” At this point, you’re biting your lips to hold back your own laugh. Morales is red in the face, starting to wheeze.

“Hermosa, you know I love you.” Despite his eyes starting to water, he’s stepping toward you, in an effort to get away from him, you move to the other side of the table when he easily uses his long legs to intercept and catch you from behind, nuzzling his chin in your neck while still chuckling. “I love you and your shity looking cookies.”

“You’re lucky, you’re cute and I’m a sucker for men who like my shity looking cookies.”

You finally gave in and giggled in his arms as he rocked you from side to side.

“Did you try them? Are they edible?” He asked, waddling back over to the cookies with you.

“I hadn’t tried them yet. I was so taken with what they looked like.” You admitted.

The both of you agreed to break a cookie in half to try. Now standing side by side, you counted to three and bit into the cookie. It was warm, fluffy and actually tasted sweet. Like gingerbread.

“Damn mi vida (my life), they look horrible, but taste great. This is your first time making them right?” Frankie asked, chewing it and downed the other half. He kissed your forehead, leaving a few crumbs from his patchy beard which you brushed off your head.

“Yeah. I wanted to try and make a tradition for us, and surprise you. I guess I did both. Not exactly how I planned though.” You finished your half of the cookie as well, licking your lips. Proud that you did at least make something that tasted good. In the midst of studying the cookies, you saw a glint of something. Turning, Frankie had pulled out his phone and was snapping pictures of the cookies. “Morales! Don’t you dare!” You lunged in an effort to grab his phone from him, he put his hands up and out of your reach.

“I gotta save the memory of these cookies! You understand mi vida?” That booming laugh of his returned as his hands snaked around your sides. You twisted your mouth, determined to let him know that you weren’t ok with him taking pictures of your baking disaster. But he was laughing so much more, more than he had been in months.

“Just don’t send them to the guys. Please Francisco.” His smile curved into a grin.

“I’m Francisco now? Well maybe I should, since I’ve been downgraded to Francisco.” He touched his prominent nose to yours, rubbing it slightly. It tickled and you drew back before rubbing yours against his.

“I just called you by your name. I’m serious. Don’t. Benny still calls me Baby Legs from when I did shots with you guys.” Morales bites his bottom lips before digging his face into your shoulder, you feel the vibrations of his laughter on your skin.

“I know, I know.” He assured you when he picked his head back up, he put his phone in his pocket and placed his palm on your cheek. “Next time we’ll bake them together, alright mi amor (my love)? We’ll make it a tradition like you said.” You both took another look at the bloated cookies and laughed together, echoing so the neighbors could hear if they chose to.

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sukunastits · 5 months

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Weaponized Incompetence -

Weaponized Incompetence 1/?

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x reader, fem pronouns

Warnings: none, sfw.

MacTavish was, without a doubt, one of the most patient and kind Sergeants you had ran across in the SAS, made even odder by the fact that he was a Sergeant in one of the most elite Task Forces in British military history. But he was. He was firm and encouraging, always willing to answer (reasonably) stupid questions, and the least likely between himself and Sergeant Garrick to absolutely lose his shit.

Admittedly, Sgt. Garrick had been pushed to the metaphorical edge by a very, very stupid troop who just didn’t know when to quit. He probably would have handled it better, if it hadn’t been the first week of evaluation. You couldn’t really hold it against the Sergeant.

Six months later, and Sgt. MacTavish had kept a distressingly cool head. You weren’t fond of it; it left a lot of questions. Where was the line? How would he react when it was crossed? How did he handle anger - was he a shouter? Mr. Cold Shoulder? You had seen Sgt. Garrick at his limit; a shouter. Captain Price was authoritarian to his core; disappointed, and willing to hand out fitting punishment to ensure it didn’t happen again. Ghost, terrifyingly, appeared to be a cold shoulder kind of guy; the kind of petty, what are you talking about, I’ve never heard of Trooper Johnson a day in my life while maintaining eye contact with said never existed Trooper.

Initially, it hadn’t bothered you. But the longer it went on, the more you wondered. And obviously you couldn’t do anything serious to trigger him. You weren’t about to risk your tenuous place on the 141, even as a tertiary member. Which left your favorite method - playing as stupid as humanly possible.

Never about anything work related. You had fought tooth and nail for the respect you earned as one of maybe 20 female front line soldiers. No, you had to act stupid about the stupid things.

You started small. Spotting the mohawked sergeant in line at the cafeteria, sliding your way behind him with a beatific smile at Troop Russell, who let you into line with a resigned air. Carefully brushing your shoulder against the sergeant, welcoming his easy greeting like a witch letting children into her gingerbread house.

“You know,” you started, in a way that anyone who shared a barracks with you knew was a bad sign. “I’ve never figured out why people think chickens lay eggs.”

Smiling vacantly to hide the incandescent joy of shit-stirring, you watched as the sergeant stuttered, brows closing together in confusion. You could practically see the thoughts growing in that pretty little head; is she being serious? Is this a joke?

No joke, you thought giddily, still maintaining a deviously blank poker face. Go on, you know you wanna.

“What are ye talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Eggs,” you answered, slow enough to cast a questionable tone. Like you couldn’t understand why he would be confused. “They come from cows.” By this point, the line had stalled, Sergeant MacTavish bewildered enough to cease multi-tasking. You couldn’t blame him. Walking single file while cafeteria staff handed you food was probably a difficult task when dealing with yourself. You wouldn’t know - you were everyone else’s problem, never your own.

Pointedly, you looked at the lone, hard boiled egg resting on his plate, and then past his shoulder to the stretch of no man’s land between him and the person in front of him. At least a meter of space. He jolted into action, the hiss of his plastic tray frissioning against the metal ledge covered by his pretty, deep baritone. “Eggs are poultry, lass. They do come from chickens.”

“See, everyone thinks that,” you shook your head. From the corner of your eye, you can see Troop Russell, chin tucked to his chest. Troop Russell has never won a game of poker in his life. You’ve never played poker with him, but you know this for a fact as well as you know that chickens do, obviously, lay eggs. “But they’re wrong. They come from cows; its why they have a second stomach. Its how they regurgitate eggs.”

They key to saying this kind of off the wall shit, you’ve learned, is to never give anyone time for a reasonable retort. It’s why you decided to corner him in the lunch line, a bunch of military ducks in a row that clears out relatively fast. Content with the microwaved chicken sandwich dressed up with a single leaf of lettuce, fruit cup, singular rolling egg, and squat baby water bottle on your tray, you decide it’s time to make your escape.

“C’mon, think about it sergeant - if eggs come from chickens, why are they in the dairy aisle? With all the dairy?” And there it is, quick but beautifully vindicating; a flash of what the absolute fuck across his adorably disgusted little face. Not yet fed up with your shit, but certainly in disbelief of it.

“Anyways, have a nice lunch, Sergeant,” you grin, practically floating to your usual table. Moments after you settle onto the bench, Troop Russell is sliding in next to you. “This is going to end horribly,” he points out.

“But hilariously,” you counteract. “Don’t ruin this for me.” Deciding to start with your victory egg - the catalyst of your nonsense - you make eye contact with Sergeant MacTavish as you bite into it. Three rows away and seated diagonal from your own table, he’s ignoring the seemingly content ramblings of Sergeant Garrick to squint at you. Confused. But, like those dumb ass kids who saw a gingerbread house in the middle of haunted woods, you knew he wouldn’t walk away. Oh no. Too baffled by the incongruousness, he would walk right in.

Blame it on daddy issues, or problems with authority, but you refused to work with a man without knowing what he was like madder than a bull. And something about easy, pretty Sergeant MacTavish told you whatever outcome? It would be fun.

anywho, I have no idea & am screaming into the void 🥴

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