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little things with tf141

little domestic moments I find oddly charming about each of the members.

warnings: suggestive

SIMON: he believes he forgot how to simply be. after every messed up thing in his life, he doesn't know how to not think four steps ahead in every situation. he still double checks the windows and doors before going to bed and sleeps so light that a feather fluttering to the ground would get his attention.

but most of the tension in his muscles leaves when you are around. he sits with his thighs spread far apart on the couch, watching a movie you like even though he couldn't care less about it. what he does care about is pulling you in between his legs when you bring popcorn for your little movie night, the hold on your middle almost makes you drop the bowl. you scold him, like you would a misbehaving pet and he only responds with a grunt that you feel through your back as you it's flush to his chest.

PRICE: the biggest handyman there ever was. his pride would take the biggest hit if you needed to call someone else. some other man. usually he won't even let you know he did anything, you'll just end up piecing the information together when the light in the garage works after months of you putting it off because it's high up and you get dizzy trying to reach it or when the stair that always creaked under your foot stops making noise after you mention how it drives you crazy to him.

when you bring it up to him, he only shrugs with a satisfied smile. "i don't do it for a reward, honey." but his words don't match the glint in his eyes, like he is gonna eat you up for dinner later.

JOHNNY: very much gives off the vibes of a velcro dog. wherever you are, he is. he is always right behind you or in your way and he is absolutely shameless about it. if you're baking he sticks to your back with his head on your shoulder, occasionally nibbling at your neck or nuzzling his stubble into it for a sliver of your attention when you tell him it's ticklish. when you are taking a shower at night he is either brushing his teeth right next to the shower curtain or slipping inside because "c'mon bonnie, cannae argue wit' savin' water." as if he doesn't let the water run while he inevitably bends you over to ravage you.

GAZ: brings you flowers at least once a week when he's not deployed. always says he doesn't need a reason to give his girl flowers. at this point every time he passes by a flower shop he thinks of you and since he's been doing it for a while he has the flower language down to a t. so much so he enjoys having you realize what each of these flowers mean especially when it clicks that he used to give you flowers even before when you were only childhood friends. every time he would drop by your house after coming back from deployment he would hand you a tulip with a soft smile and mess up your hair.

his smile only widens when he sees you google the meaning of tulips in flower language. hopeless love.

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thinking about how 141 men would take advantage of christmas or just a cold weather in general.

fem! reader, 18+ minors do not interact!!

johnny definitely takes some mistletoe and waits for the perfect opportunity to be like "oi look a' that bonnie, a tradition is a tradition." and he just swoops in on you to literally maul you. slobbers all over you like a dog, pants into your mouth and grabs handfuls of your ass unapologetically. honestly half of his brain shuts down as soon as he has his hands and mouth on you. also doesn't care about timing or privacy, he'd do this in front of a room full of people.

simon is a meanie. he loves coming back inside to your home, catching you unawares while you're singing some christmas songs and baking. it doesn't help that he can only be heard when he wants to so you really stand no chance. he walks up to you and shoves his cold ass hands under your sweater and holds on to you so you can't even move away. he would start by grabbing your hips and quickly moving forward to cup your boobs while you whine about the goosebumps. he definitely ends up grinding onto your ass and whispering into your ear about how he can warm you right up.

kyle lets you talk him into matching ugly sweaters mostly because he is too hot to look bad in anything. he loves seeing you happy so he will do anything. if you are celebrating with your family or friends he is literally the picture perfect boyfriend that gets everyone oohing and aahing. he helps you with the tree decorating when something is out of your reach (but he lets you try to do it yourself just to see the sweater ride up and show of your skin, he is still cheeky) and he always tastes your cooking telling you exactly what it is that you're missing and have been trying to figure out for the past 10 mins. but his mind is playing out scenarios in which he's gonna get to the lacy lingerie he saw you wearing underneath the sweater.

now john is more lowkey about christmas, if he was on his own he wouldn't even bother with a tree. he does end up getting one for you ofc (after mean mugging few part-timers that tried to flirt with you but every time you looked at him he didn't let anything show but the guys there started giving you a wide berth). he will bring you to a work christmas party that he was forced to go by laswell and when he sees people bring their kids and you interacting with them, his mind starts racing with some wild thoughts about how your christmas could look next year. when he corners you in the bathroom and locks the door the only response to your wide-eyed stare is that he is "gettin' into the christmas spirit, love. jus' like you wanted."

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Viktor fucks and idc what you think about it. That man had everyone thirsting after him in the academy are you dumb. Stop perpetuating the idea that disabled people don’t fuck!! We do!!!!!!!!

Viktor may not be the most outwardly experienced or confident but he absolutely knows what he’s doing. I think there’s an insecurity there due to his disability but that’s it, that’s the only thing that gets in his way. He’s really focused on his work a lot so maybe he forgets about it but when he remembers…bitch.

Viktor who likes making people speechless and flustered and who craves control in a situation, who is sassy as hell like of course this man knows what he’s doing the smug little bastard.

Viktor the type to see you start to blush and double down on whatever he was doing all “Oh? What a pretty color you’re turning, do I really have that effect on you?”

Viktor who - in every sense of the word - studies you, finds out what makes you tick and writhe and smile.

Viktor who is awkward at times but is not a blushing bumbling fool! I feel like people forget for most of the series he’s a grown man like cmon!!!!!

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You ever been in a state where you physically have no energy, but you're bored and socially understimulated so you kind of wish you could just invite people to come over like this:

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best friend's older sister!sevika headcanons

contains: modern!au, mentions of smoking weed and cigarettes, nsfw content (so minors dni), not proofread, mentions of porn, clitplay and fingering, cunnilingus, degradation (word "slut" is used), sevika being a jackass and teasing the reader about their clothes + possible inexperience, reader's body is referred to with the following terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt" and "tits," kinda imagined a younger version of sevika here, maybe late twenties

best friend's older sister!sevika who is always cooped up in her bedroom, whirring noises entering the halls from the mechanics she's working with. if you walk past her room, your body immediately gets blanketed with goosebumps from the cold air streaming in from her window, which is always cracked open so that she can blow the smoke from her weed and cigarettes out of there.

sometimes you run into her in the hall outside of her bedroom, cigarette hanging out of her lips, loud music blasting from the speakers she has in there. if you guys are both heading to the bathroom, she'll quietly nod, leaning back into the doorframe to let you go first.

there have been a few occasions where through the open door, you can see a girl laid out on her bed or sneaking out of her window. all you can do is ignore it and try to resist having wandering thoughts about exactly how good she must be in bed to have different girls over all the time.

best friend's older sister!sevika who doesn't really talk to any of you guys, just ruffling your best friend's hair or teasing her before heading back to her room, leaving the rest of you without a word from her. whenever she walks into the kitchen while your friend group is eating or making late night instant ramen, you feel your face heat up at the sight of her in a tight tank top, leaving nothing to the imagination, from her sculpted arms and the grooves of her stomach's abs. she's so tall, so effortlessly handsome, and you can't help but sneak in glances at her back when she bends to the fridge to get some gatorade.

best friend's older sister!sevika who talks to you for the first time when your best friend leaves you alone in the living room to go shower, and sevika enters through the front door, short, black hair tied back. just the sight of her neck is enough to get you tensing up, suddenly acutely aware of the patterned pajamas you have on and how childish they must look to her.

when she spots you, she raises her hand, mumbling an apology, but you insist that the two of you of two can sit together, you were only about to put something on. the truth is, you really don't want to miss the opportunity to get to know her more.

she hesitates, but gives in, sitting on the opposite end of the couch with you, twisting off the cap of her beer bottle and taking a swing from it, grey eyes focused on the television as you scroll through the options.

when you linger on gilmore girls, she scoffs. and not subtly. oh, no, she scoffs loudly, and you turn to find her lips twisted up into a smirk.

embarrassment and defensiveness make for an ugly combination, immediately arousing an irritated, "yes?" from you.

"are we seriously going to watch this crap?"

your mouth drops open. it's the first time she's properly spoken to you one-and-one, except for the brief interactions during your run-ins in the hall, and this is what she says? for a second, you're just stunned at her blunt rudeness, and you need a second to formulate a response before saying, "crap?"

"yes, crap." she tosses her hand at the television. "just a bunch of privileged little shits."

"the show literally deals with money issues!"

she snickers, and you try to ignore the bulge of her arms as they fold over her chest. "which sure aren't that stressful when you have two blue-blooded parents always there to save your ass."

"yes, but on conditions, though!"

she squints at you, lips turned down into a disbelieving frown. "friday night dinner? you're either just as spoiled as them or really naive, because trust me, weekly dinners don't mean shit."

your eyes sharpen into a hard glare, bitterness spilling through at her assumption. "you don't know anything about me!" with an indignant toss of your head, you mutter, "not that you've ever even tried to."

she suddenly bellows with a loud laugh, the edges of it rough and irritatingly pleasing to your ear. "awe, is someone sad over that?"

you roll your eyes. yes, but you weren't about to tell her that, of all people. "no, don't flatter yourself."

"you're not that good of a liar, you know that, right?"

with a twitching eye, you turn on the show, drowning out the noise of her chuckle with an immediate escalation of the volume.

best friend's older sister!sevika who doesn't stop teasing you after that night. now, when you're in the kitchen and she saunters in, she flashes you a smile that's nothing short of complete and utter self-satisfaction. when your best friend leaves you alone in her room, sevika knocks and steps inside, leaning on the wall and asking you how you are, how's work or school, sometimes teasingly tossing in, "you haven't been here in a while -- I didn't make you nervous, did I?"

you always fight back. partially because your attraction to her makes you feel so exposed and flustered that you want to try to hide it through challenging her back rather than being reduced to a blushing, spluttering mess. you know arguing back might be counterproductive, though, since it seems to only amuse even more. but, that leads you to the second reason you keep doing it. because, as on-the-spot and vulnerable it makes you feel, her prodding comments and mischievous attention makes you giddy. sevika, the allusive older sister of your best friend, is actually bantering with you, maybe even flirting with you. and seeing how easily she bounces off your words, how sharp her wit is, makes you only more excited. unnerving as it is, this little thing you guys have going spikes your excitement everytime you come over.

best friend's older sister!sevika who gets bolder and bolder. when she comes into the bathroom as you're brushing your teeth, looking for a hair tie to get her hair out of her face, you catch her in the mirror's reflection glancing at you, eyes quickly flicking up and down. the double take nearly makes you tighten your thighs together, mind whirling with thoughts, speculating over what she might be thinking.

you get your answer when she suddenly snaps the band of your tank top, which causes you to leap on the spot. when your eyebrows furrow into what you hope is a stare strict enough to hide just how turned on you are, she laughs, the noise low and velvety. "cute," she muses, eyes raking over you shamelessly before she reaches to the hairtie on your wrist, snapping it off and tying her hair back with it.

best friend's older sister!sevika who starts working out very intentionally in front of you. doing pull-ups in the kitchen when your friend group is there, lips curling up as her eyes seek you out. usually, by the time she looks in your direction, you've already been staring at her unabashedly for minutes, lips parted as her arms flex and roll under her ministrations.

it only worsens when your best friend smacks your arm, her face squeezed into a sour cringe. "dude, gross."

what makes it worse it that sevika totally hears the reprimand, and she wiggles a scolding finger in your direction from her corner in the room.

best friend's older sister!sevika who can't stop laughing at the way you gasp and cover your mouth when you catch sight of the lesbian porn opened up on her laptop, which rests amongst her bunched up purple blanket. it only leaves you wondering about what she was doing moments before, if that happy trail you sometimes spot in her loose, muscle-shaped crop tops leads to a curl of hair between her thighs.

"oh, c'mon, have you never seen porn before?"

despite the fact that you can barely keep a straight face in light of this revelation, you manage to bristle. "of course I have."

"oh, yeah?" she leans on her doorframe, tilting her head down to watch you carefully. "got any recs?"

"if I did, I wouldn't share them with you."

"why not?"

"you would just--" you manage to squeeze out before trailing off into silence. the truth is, the idea of you and her watching the same porn, fucking yourselves to the same video, has your clit aching with desire. but, you don't wanna give in that easily, and just do as she requests. something tells you she's too used to getting her way. "you would just corrupt it!"

she raises an eyebrow. "corrupt the porn? by watching it?"

god, you're an idiot. "yes."

"that's quite a feat to manage."

"... yes."

"this wouldn't at all be because you're lying, right? and you really haven't watched porn?"

you grit your teeth, narrowing your eyes at her. god, she's so fucking irritating, talking to you like you're completely sexually oblivious.

at your silence, she ducks her head lower, and you suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of one of her dark locks tickling your cheek. "maybe you're more inexperienced than you let on. maybe you're looking to get corrupted."

fuck, she has no idea. at this point, the rest of your thoughts are practically zapped into silence from the mental image of sevika laying you on her bed, your back to her chest, with her big hands shoved down your panties and massaging your pussy, using your slick to circle your clit into a swollen little bud. her soft lips planting wet, sloppy kisses on your neck and cheek as she coaxes you to watch the filthy video, laughing darkly when you gush at the two women in it eating each other out. biting your ear, whispering how she wants to do this thing or that thing to you, how she'd fuck you better than anyone in these videos could. her thick fingers plunging into your hole, other hand covering your mouth as she makes you come over and over again in her cramped up bedroom.

jesus, this is going too far. you force your body to stiffen, lest her attentive gaze catches any telltale signs of your arousal. "well, maybe you're delusional."

she's unfazed, eyes darting to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "I'm sure I am."

best friend's older sister!sevika who tells your best friend she'll pick you up when she finds out you need a ride home from your part-time job. she insists this is because she doesn't trust your best friend with her car, so she should be the only one to drive it.

when you climb into the passenger seat, you can't help but feel self-conscious, sweaty and exhausted after the long shift. matters are only worsened by being in such a cramped space with her, the very act of being picked up way too date-like for comfort. you can smell her coconut shampoo from here, mixed in with the cologne she wears. her hands on the wheel captivate you, fingers long and thick, veins begging for your tongue to trace them. her hair, which is still bound by your hairtie, is damp and soft.

she takes you out for food, insisting you "get something in you after a long day" (you're certain she's aware of the innuendo, shit-eating grin present when she speaks). when she takes her car into a drive through, she hands you her phone, muttering that you can turn on whatever music you want.

she proceeds to make fun of every song you play.

ignoring your protests, and using her strong arms to shove you aside when you try to lurch over her, she pays. when you thank her profusely, her nose twitches and she nods quietly. you can't help but smile at her modesty.

instead of driving you guys back to hers and your best friend's home, she parks outside the store. you guys continue to listen to music, sharing the meal and talking. her usual snark is present, yes, but she actually listens to you, earnestly so, as you ramble about your shift. she asks you questions, and listens patiently. her answers, on the other hand, are short and to-the-point, but after some nudges to her shoulder and whining, she relents with a sigh and shares some more details.

as the sky darkens, the conversation becomes a bit more personal, and you see a side to her you've never bore witness to before. eyes soft, gaze downcast, voice low, she shows a side to you that's vulnerable. a side that has the layers of responsibility shed.

best friend's older sister!sevika who you can't help but smirk at when her jaw drops upon seeing you in the lacey, skimpy pajamas you recently bought. it costed enough, that's for sure, but you feel immensely successful. after all, you only bought them after seeing them in the porn video she had been watching weeks ago.

"what-- what is that?" her voice is low, hushed.

you touch the back of your neck, suddenly plagued with acute self-awareness over how you look. "just-- it's just pajamas."

that breaks her out of her trance, face breaking into a bout of laughter. "pajamas? you're kidding me, right? you look like you're about to seduce me."

you swallow hard. well, not exactly. all you had wanted was a reaction out of her. actual sex felt like too far-fetched a daydream to get excited over. you try to brush her off, self-doubt gripping you too tightly to allow yourself to be direct. "please, you wish."

"oh? someone's gotten bold." her eyes wander over your body languidly, as though you already belong to her and it's just a matter of time before you admit it. she leans back in the seat at her desk, mouth curving into a playful grin. "besides, who knows if you even have it in you?"

"have it in me to what?"

she snorts. "seduce me, bonehead."

"well, yeah, wouldn't wanna risk disappointing you after all the girls that have been in here."

you wince as soon as the words leave your mouth. god, how pathetic are you? you already sound like a jealous girlfriend, and you haven't even confessed to her.

luckily, sevika chooses not to tease. instead, her mouth presses into a firm line and she says, "you don't need to worry about that."

you gulp at the earnest words. what the hell is that supposed to mean? does she know just how serious your words are? because it sure does sound like that. the thrill of her maybe knowing, maybe even returning, your feelings has your stomach flipping. "why?"

she fiddles with some diagrams on her desk, flicking a thumb on the corner, before her shoulders heave with a sigh. "for the same reason I haven't had any girl over for months."

you nearly flinch at the words, the sheer vulnerability in them yanking you into an intense fixation on her words. is she implying she hasn't had any girl over for months because of you? because, well, what reason could explain both that and why you needn't be afraid of dissatisfying her?

you can only think of one.

best friend's older sister!sevika who pulls away from her desk, spreading her thick thighs over the seat, and nods you over. "come here."

when your trembling body reaches her, she hesitates before spreading her hand along your thighs. you immediately clutch onto her shoulders, shivering at the feeling of her rough, warm palm scraping along your skin.

the gap between her teeth flashes as she laughs. "liked that?"

your nails dig into her shoulders. you don't wanna give up the game just yet. "no."

"no?" she mumbles, leaning in and grazing her teeth right where the lace trimming of your silk shorts meets your skin. "that's too bad. because if you had confirmed my suspicions, I would've rewarded you." her head leans back, eyes shining under the lamp of her bedroom. "you're lucky I'm nice and will give you one last chance."

fuck. you can't resist, not when you're this tantalizingly close to getting what you want. "fine. I--I liked it, okay?"

she presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. "finally."

twenty minutes later, she's on her back in her bed, arms hooked around your thighs while you practically hump her face. your fingers ache with how hard they're grasping onto her headboard, forehead pressed to it as she helps you move your hips on her face. your pussy is making all kinds of squelching noises as she tongues at it, the slippery muscle making a mess of spit and juices as she licks you up so messily, no direction, no rhythm, just raw instinct. her hands have your top shoved up, large hands groping your tits and tweaking your nipples. and god, she just slurps you up, drinking down the thick, sticky arousal coating your folds, wrapping her lips around them to run the tip of her tongue along their shape.

"yeah, fuck my face," she grunts into your pussy. "such a little slut, wandering into my bedroom dressed like that."

a choked out moan leaves you, and she digs her nails hard into your ass as a warning. it makes you jerk harder on her face, her nose bumping against your clit just right and making you cover your mouth in panic. of course sevika takes notice of this reaction, and just a moment later, she's rubbing the point of her nose into your stiff clit, shaking her head side to side so that you get flicked with it.

you think nothing can get better than this -- a notion immediately disproved when sevika's lips round your clit and start sucking it in, her tongue darting out to stroke roughly at it.

and that's how you come, legs shaking as you sag against her headboard and fully sit on her face, unable to stay upright. not that sevika minds, groans of pleasure lost into wetness of your cunt.

best friend's older sister!sevika who actually got her sister's blessing weeks ago and was now just waiting on you.

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what they're like when you're pregnant

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🤍 when you wear their clothes

💜 ass, thighs or tits

💜 sucking their dick

💜 overstimulating them

💜 where they like to cum

💜 how they eat your pussy

💜 perverted things they do

💜 sharing you with their partner

💜 when you say that “it's too big”

💜 when you catch them jerking off

💜 when you wear revealing clothing

💜 public places where they'd fuck you

💜 when their s/o wears lingerie for them

💜 when you want them to cum inside of you

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💜 sub!Viktor thoughts

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♡ fics:

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➛ When Viktor struggles with self-doubt, you show him just how much you love him.

💜 Warm Wisps

➛ After you express your disappointment to Viktor about him forgetting Valentine's Day, he's determined to make it up to you. Little did you know that, when, a day later, things turn heated between you, you're not as alone as you thought you were.

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♡ headcanons:

when they're jealous

when you're on your period

when you fall asleep on them

what they're like when you're pregnant

🤍 hot things they do

🤍 when you wear their clothes

💜 ass, thighs or tits

💜 sucking their dick

💜 overstimulating them

💜 where they like to cum

💜 how they eat your pussy

💜 perverted things they do

💜 sharing you with their partner

💜 when you say that “it's too big”

💜 when you catch them jerking off

💜 when you wear revealing clothing

💜 public places where they'd fuck you

💜 when their s/o wears lingerie for them

💜 when you want them to cum inside of you

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♡ headcanons:

when they're jealous

when you're on your period

when you fall asleep on them

🤍 hot things they do

🤍 when you wear their clothes

💜 ass, thighs or tits

💜 overstimulating them

💜 when you catch them jerking off

💜 when their s/o wears lingerie for them

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🤍 hot things they do

💜 overstimulating them

💜 sharing you with their partner

💜 when their s/o wears lingerie for them

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♡ headcanons:

when they're jealous

when you're on your period

when you fall asleep on them

🤍 hot things they do

🤍 when you wear their clothes

💜 ass, thighs or tits

💜 overstimulating them

💜 sharing you with their partner

💜 when you catch them jerking off

💜 when you wear revealing clothing

💜 when their s/o wears lingerie for them

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♡ headcanons:

when they're jealous

when you're on your period

when you fall asleep on them

what they're like when you're pregnant

🤍 hot things they do

🤍 when you wear their clothes

💜 ass, thighs or tits

💜 sucking their dick

💜 overstimulating them

💜 how they eat your pussy

💜 perverted things they do

💜 sharing you with their partner

💜 when you say that “it's too big”

💜 when you catch them jerking off

💜 when you wear revealing clothing

💜 public places where they'd fuck you

💜 when their s/o wears lingerie for them

💜 when you want them to cum inside of you

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♡ headcanons:

when they're jealous

when you're on your period

when you fall asleep on them

what they're like when you're pregnant

🤍 hot things they do

🤍 when you wear their clothes

💜 sucking their dick

💜 when you catch them jerking off

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"marry me for the night?" - Jayce x gn!Reader

Notes: This was so fun to write. When I put this prompt on the list I 100% had jayce in mind, so I am glad you all agreed! Warnings/Rating: Kissing, mild alcohol consumption | E for Everyone Wordcount: 2.6k Synopsis/Request: Plessee, pretty pleasee with a cherry on top. Can i request Jayce with a "Do I need to remind you that we're not actually married?" where reader is like his assistant/partner/right hand and knows whatever he needs and they're like an old married couple. With a love confession with "I've been following you around like a lost puppy since day one, and you didn't work it out?" & Can you write for jayce talis + the "I've been following you around like a lost puppy since day one, and you didn't work it out?" prompt.

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“I need you to come to a gala with me on Saturday.” Jayce’s breath tickled your ear as he poked his head over your shoulder, making you jump and nearly spill your ink pot over. 

“Janna! What the hell are you doing?!” you twitched, looking at him annoyed and putting your pen down carefully as he twisted your chair around. 

“Sorry,” he smiled apologetically, glancing over your shoulder at what you were writing. Your eyes followed his -

“Council paperwork that needed your signature,” you shrugged, watching as he furrowed his brows confused. 

“You know my signature?” he asked, cocking his head in confusion as he looked over your meticulous handiwork. You shrugged again, 

“Anyway, what was that about Saturday?” 

“Oh, yeah, I need you to come to a gala. This Saturday. And pretend we are married,” he added quickly, his cheeks turning red as he fidgeted and avoided your eyes, instead busying himself with one of the many trinkets lining that he had made for you over the years.

“I’m sorry, what?” You were convinced you were hearing things. 

“Well, Mel left me alone with the ambassador from Demacia, and she asked if I was going, so of course I said yes, and she was just coming off a little, well, strong, and I panicked and said my partner would be attending with me.” 

“And the lack of a ring on your finger didn’t make her question your story?” you pressed, trying to hold in a laugh at his fumble. 

“I excused it on working with machinery,” he almost looked proud of himself for his quick thinking. 

You hummed, rolling his proposition over in your head. It wouldn’t be the first time attending a gala with Jayce, although you were usually there in the capacity of his assistant and nothing more, following him around with a notepad to remind him of all the names of houses and dignitaries he needed to keep happy. Your lips twitched up into a smirk, 

“Oh no,” he fretted, catching the glint in your eyes. 

“If I say yes, what’s in it for me?” you teased, turning back around to continue signing the letters for him.

“If?” he came back around to perch on the edge of your desk, catching the corner of your eye. “I will give you anything you want, for a whole day I will be at your beck and call for a change.” 

You rolled your tongue over your teeth, mulling his proposition over before putting the pen down again and holding out your hand,

“Well then, we have a deal,” you smiled, but quickly pulled your hand away from him as he reached for it, “but we have to get our story straight first – and set some boundaries,” you pressed, raising an eyebrow at him until he agreed, only then re-extending your hand and letting him shake it exaggeratedly. 

He spun around as the lab door creaked open, sighing with relief, “There you are, I was starting to think you were-” he stopped mid-sentence, his voice catching in his throat as he took you in, eyes raking over your outfit steadily and hoping his cheeks were not as red as they felt.

“What?” you asked nonchalantly, pushing the door closed and adjusting the fabric against your skin. “You picked it out for me, so you can’t say it doesn't look good,” you pointed at him accusatory, and he was quick to shake his head. 

“No, no. You look… amazing, actually.” 

“Do you not think the house Talis colours are a bit on the nose?” you joked as you closed the gap between you, instinctively reaching to correct his tie. He never could do it right. 

He scoffed, “you are a Talis,” he caught you rolling your eyes, “for tonight, anyway,” he added under his breath. Your eyes flicked to his in confusion as you caught the disappointed intonation, but decided not to push it any further. 

“Did you get a ring?” you reminded him, clearing your throat and taking a step back to maintain a more professional distance. 

“Oh, yeah!” he patted down his pockets briefly before fishing out a box, flipping the lid to reveal a gold ring with a deep ruby in the centre. “My mother is letting me borrow it for the evening. But she will not let me live it down,” he breathed a laugh, voice uneven as you couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. 

“It’s gorgeous,” you sighed, not daring to reach for it. 

“No one has worn it for years,” his voice was tight, “Not since my father…” he trailed off, swallowing thickly, “anyway,” he crouched down onto one knee and you couldn’t help but laugh, trying to hide your awkwardness as your heart sped up in your chest. “Would you do me the honour of marrying me?” he joked, fishing the ring out of the box and holding it out to you dramatically. 

“For the night,” you reminded him with raised brows, unable to stop your smirk. 

“For the night,” he added with a roll of his eyes. 

You nodded and he grinned, sliding the ring onto your left hand. “I can’t believe it actually fits,” you laughed, unable to take your eyes away from where it dazzled against your skin. Jayce hummed beside you, having finally stood again, and you glanced over his face. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek like he usually does when he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how. 

“Shall we?” you gestured to the door taking a few hesitant steps towards it to see if it would snap him out of it. With a gulp, he nodded, offering you his arm and leading you down the corridors.

Thanks to your meticulous briefing, the evening went a lot smoother than you could have hoped. To think he had laughed it off when you presented him with a pack to memorise – pages full of your favourite things, a fabricated meet-cute story, details of a wedding day that never happened… He didn’t dare tell you that the pages briefing him on the ins and outs of you were pointless. There wasn’t a word in there he didn’t already know.

He hadn’t thought to ask if you needed one for him, but he quickly realised that would have been equally as useless. He watched as you gushed over him with practised ease, spilling facts and small quips about him that he was sure he had never told anyone before. You just… knew. 

He did find the packs you handed to Mel and Viktor funny, though. Watching his lab partner question every detail of the supposed best-man role he had played, the two of you bounced back and forth on amendments late into the night until you came to an agreement. It was so over the top he almost felt like it had all really happened. Honeymoon and all. 

He hadn’t realised he had zoned out, eyes tracing the side of your face, until you called his name, squeezing his arm gently. 

“Gosh, I remember when my husband used to look at me like that,” the elderly delegate cooed, smiling softly as she took a sip of her drink. “I will leave you two to your evening – have fun,” she winked and slinked off, quickly latching onto the next young delegate that took her fancy. 

“What’s up?” you asked, face etched with concern. 

“N-nothing,” he shook his head, wrapping an arm protectively around your waist for the fourth time that evening and pulling you into his side.

“Really? Because that is the third time you have spaced out in a conversation in the last hour,” you pointed out, trying to ignore the searing heat of your skin beneath his touch. It had been growing harder and harder to want to pull away with every touch he languished you with. 

“I am fine, honestly. I am just tired,” he paused to smile tight-lipped at some passing counsellors, taking another glass of champagne from a butler’s tray as they passed. “I just wish we could go home and relax,” he sighed, taking a sip. 

“Do I need to remind you that we’re not actually married?” you quizzed jokingly, raising your brow at him again as he paused mid-drink. 

He swallowed hard, nodding, “Yeah, of course I know.” His voice, however, was strained, and you weren’t sure who he was trying to convince. “I mean we can both go home – to our respective homes – and relax.” 

You hummed, slightly confused as you lifted the glass from his hand and took your own sip of the bubbling liquid. “I can’t imagine we have to stay too much longer. I think we have spoken to everyone here at least once. And I think the charade has worked,” your eyes found the delegate that had started it all and you smiled, raising the glass at her and watching her narrow her eyes. “I think we really got to her,” 

Jake smirked, once again pulling you closer to him and bringing his lips to your ear, “Well, I guess we can’t be too careful,” he muttered before his lips connected with your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your mouth. It was only brief, but the heat of his lips lingered against your skin. Your throat tightened, and you prayed he didn’t notice the way your breath caught, your skin heating up further. 

You cleared your throat hastily, “I think we can probably slip out, if you want to say any goodbyes?” your voice was tight with nerves. 

He nodded, “Let me find Viktor, and we can go.” Almost without thinking about it, he placed another tender kiss on your hairline and slipped away from you, taking his warmth with him and leaving your tingling skin behind. You tipped the champagne glass back and downed the rest of it in a gulp, instantly reaching for another as you put it back and taking half of that one down in quick succession. What the hell had happened to the boundaries?

“Come on then, love,” he muttered from behind you suddenly, his warm jacket dropping down onto your shoulders as he made you jump again, the fabric engulfing you in the smell of his cologne. His hand slid gently down your arm to take your hand, nodding his goodbye to Mel as she watched you both with a knowing glint in her eye. You put it down to her part in your act and nothing more, shaking your head subtly to try and clear it of the fog. 

The cold night air served to sober you up a little as you stepped out into the street, Jayce beckoning for the driver to bring the car around. “I’ll have you dropped off fir-”

“What was that?” you interrupted him, not paying attention to him speaking in the first place. 

“What was what?” he asked confused, instinctively pulling his jacket closer around your shoulders when he spotted your shiver. 

“The kisses. We set boundaries.” you pressed, trying to work out if the anger bubbling in your chest was because he broke the rule, or because you were struggling to hide how they affected you.

“I-” he started, motioning for the driver to hold on a moment as he opened the car door. He shut it and slid back into the driver’s seat to give you privacy. “It just felt right, I’m sorry,” he muttered, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. Your eyes fell to them, mesmerized. 

“Felt right?” you asked, heart thundering against your ribs.

You couldn’t miss the panic in his eyes, “As in, in the moment. To sell it,” he flustered, tripping over his words as he tried to excuse himself. 

“And that’s all?” you rushed to ask, pulling his attention back to you as he stepped towards the car. He blinked at you, his lips parting as though he was about to say something, but swallowed it. “You have been wanting to say something all night and have been stopping yourself. What is it?” 

“I have not-” he tried to defend himself but you shot him a pointed look, and he shut up. “How do you know everything about me?” he laughed to break the tension. You smiled but declined to answer, continuing to look at him until he gave in. 

“I’ve been following you around like a lost puppy since day one, and you didn’t work it out?” he finally gave in, sighing in defeat. You stared at him, your mind stumbling over itself, scrambling to make sense of what he was saying, almost rejecting it outright. 

“Surely not,” a quiet chuckle slipped out, and he frowned. 

“What do you mean?” he was noticeably panicked, a sinking feeling in his chest when he thought you were laughing at him. 

“You can’t feel the same. It’s not possible. I know everything about you, I would know if you had felt the same–” 

His mind tuned out everything else you rambled on about, face immediately brightening with a smile, “you feel the same?” he repeated, ears deafened with the rush of his own heartbeat. 

“Well, of course. But you’re technically my bos-” Your words were cut off mid-protest as his lips collided with yours with such force that you nearly tripped backwards, his strong arms wrapped around your waist again to catch you and hold your body to his. 

For a moment, there was nothing but him – the heat of his lips, the taste of his breath, the unrelenting need in the way he kissed you. His hands splayed against your back, holding you as though letting go was not an option. The pressure of his body against yours was electrifying, your heart pounding so loudly that it drowned everything else out.

Your fingers instinctively reached for him, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as if afraid he might disappear, while your knees threatened to give way. His kiss softened slightly, shifting from the initial urgency into something deeper, more consuming. It was a wordless declaration, full of passion. 

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours, both of you breathless and reeling. His eyes searched yours, and for the first time, words felt completely unnecessary.

“I think we should go home,” you breathed, both of you breaking into soft grins, foreheads still pressed against one another. He led you by the hand gently to the car, opening the door for you and helping you into the seat. 

“Oh, I should give you this back,” you muttered, pulling the ring off your finger and passing it back to him, looking at it sadly. Glancing down at it and being so clearly marked as his all night was a feeling you could get used to it. 

“Only temporarily,” he smirked, tucking it back into the box. You looked at him, wide-eyed as you settled back into his side in the back of the car as it drove back to Jayce’s townhouse.

“I had it resized,” he added quietly after a pause, breaking the silence. You gave him a puzzled look. “I borrowed one of your existing rings for the measurements and had it resized. That’s why it fit.” 

“Wha-”

“My mother insisted when she heard who it was for,” a soft, teasing smile tugged at his lips, full of warmth. 

“Why?” you straightened up in your seat, brows furrowed but smiling with disbelief. 

“Apparently she has been wondering when I was going to ask for it for a few years now. Turns out she had it pulled from the vault the day of the party to celebrate the opening of the Hexgates,” Jayce’s cheeks flushed as he rubbed anxiously at the back of his neck, “That was the day I told her you were the one.” You couldn’t do anything but look at him dumbfounded, not even realising the car had stopped and your door had been opened. 

“Like I said, you’ll have it back eventually.” 

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"dear wife of mine" - Young!Silco x Reader

Notes: This felt so heartwarming to write! Whenever I write young!Silco, I always listen to my young silco playlist, which you can find here, if you are interested Warnings/Rating: mentions of a mine accident, minor injury, one use of y/n, use of the word 'wife' but no physical descriptors, so you could easily swap it out to husband | E for everyone Wordcount: 2.3k Synopsis/Request: can I ask for young silco fluff with that line "do I need to remind you that we're not actually married" where reader and silco are dating for a while now and there were so accident in mile where silco works and reader went to find out what happen but need to lie that they are married to got some information, silco turned to be fine obviously and find out the lie and taste the reader about it and it became their little joke between them and their friends

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“Let me through!” you struggled against the throngs of people, swinging around wildly, eyes wide with fear as you fought your way to the front of the masses. 

When you had heard there had been another collapse at the mine, your heart had stopped. Now, however, as you squeezed through other desperate friends and family, it hammered against your ribs, your blood rushing so feverishly through your veins that the sound of it blocked out the shouts and cries of people desperate to know if their loved one was one of those being carried out on poor excuses for stretchers. 

You staggered into someone with a clipboard, grasping their shoulders and repeating his name over and over. They were trying to soothe you, you think, one of their hands coming to rest on your shoulder, but you struggled to hear them over the sound of your own heartbeat. 

“Has anyone found him?” you asked, trying to fight down the bile in your throat. 

“Are you his legal next of kin?” they asked irritatingly, as if that really mattered right now.

You dug your nails into the palm of your hand, “He’s my husband,” you lied desperately, shoving your left hand deep in your pocket so they wouldn’t question the lack of a ring. 

They flipped through the tattered sheets on their board, seeming to do so in near slow motion, as you pressed them to hurry up when you heard it – “y/n?” 

You spun around, almost knocking the poor worker over, eyes searching over the heads of the crowd quickly before you spotted him, pushing his way through them all to reach you. Your knees felt like they were about to give way as you tumbled into Silco’s arms, clinging to his jacket tightly, squeezing the fabric between your fingers and burying your cheek into his shoulder, breathing in deeply. “Shh, shh. I am fine, I’m right here,” he soothed you, rubbing soothing trails over your back, but you could feel the tremor in his hands.  

You pulled back, hands coming to cup his cheeks, gently turning his head from side to side and checking him over for damage, eyes widening when you saw the cut slowly dribbling blood down the side of his forehead. He plucked your hands from his face with his own, squeezing them gently as he forced you to meet his gaze – “It’s nothing, I am fine. Me and Vander are both fine,” he repeated for you, helping to ground you in the chaos of it all. 

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” you muttered and he chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles. 

“I am glad to see you found your husband, I suggest you both get out of here before it gets even busier.” You jumped slightly at the voice over your shoulder, having forgotten about the poor aid worker entirely. You nodded to them, offering them a meek thank you before turning back to your boyfriend, brows furrowing at his cocked eyebrow and smug smirk. 

“Your husband?” he repeated, the smugness in his voice near impossible to miss. 

You rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to hit his chest given what he had just escaped, “They would only give information to legal next of kin,” you sighed, taking his hand and tugging him gently to follow you away from the masses at the mine entrances. 

“If you say so,” he shrugged as he followed you with little resistance, biting back a laugh when you turned back to him with a look that could kill. 

“Why does Silco look like he’s the cat that got the cream?” Felicia asked, her lips quirking up into a confused smile. 

You turned to follow her eyes, watching as your incredibly smug looking boyfriend swung round the railing at the bottom of the stairs, swaggering over to you. You rolled your eyes and spun back around on your bar stool to ignore him, “Don’t ask,” you warned, sighing. 

“How is my wife feeling this morning?” he purred in your ear as he sidled up to you, hand resting on your lower back as he leaned against the bar beside you. 

Felicia’s eyes widened, pausing mid drink at the pet name, glancing between the two of you like she was watching a tennis match. “I’m sorry,” she coughed a little, putting her orange juice down on the bar and rubbing at her aching stomach, “have I missed a major life update?” 

You sighed, closing your eyes with embarrassment. “No, you have not.” 

“Come on my dear, you seemed so pleased with it yesterday,” Silco pushed with a cocky grin, picking up your drink and taking a sip through your straw, raising his eyebrow in a silent challenge as your eyes flicked upward in annoyance. 

“I think you can let it go now, Sil,” you hummed, snatching your drink from his hands and frowning when you realised he had drunk the last of it. 

“Is this you asking for a divorce?” he feigned hurt, fingers pressing against his chest as he pouted. The mischievous glint in his eyes gave him away, however.

“Do I need to remind you that we are not actually married?” you huffed a laugh, sliding off your stool and ducking out of his reach as you slid around the bar for a refill, topping up Felicia’s at the same time as she watched you both with a satisfied smirk.

“Not yet,” he purred, a sly grin tugging at his lips as you nearly dropped the carton of juice, accidentally spilling some over the edge of your glass. He hummed with satisfaction before pushing away from the bar with a mock salute, “Vander needs me out the back, I shall leave you ladies too it.” He turned and sauntered away, leaving you to roll your eyes at Felicia’s wiggling eyebrows. 

“He has it so bad for you,” she teased, her voice lilting in a playful sing-song tone. 

“Shut up and drink your juice,” you waved her off, failing to hide your smile as she snorted a laugh. 

“Have you and Silco got hitched without telling me?” Vanders rumbling voice in the otherwise empty bar made you jump, and you nearly dropped the glass you were drying.

“Gods, not you as well,” you groaned, putting the glass away and picking up the next one. 

“All he has gone on about all afternoon is “my wife this, and that dear wife of mine that,” he laughed, picking up a towel of his own to help you through the stack ready for opening. “So if you haven’t tied the knot on the sly, he must have someone on the side he is being very sloppy about,” he peered up at you, already knowing the answer. 

“I had to say he was my husband at the mines yesterday to find out where he was, and he won’t let it go,” you sighed as Vander laughed.

“You don’t sound as annoyed about it as you mean to,” he pointed out, smirking as he plucked another glass off the rack. You shot him a confused look and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I think you actually like it,” he teased, his voice dropping so as not to be overheard. He broke into a grin when you tensed up,

“We’ve only been going out a year and a bit,” you countered, eyes avoiding him. 

“Officially,” Vander pointed out, leaning against the bar top and throwing his towel over his shoulder, observing you. “Let’s not forget the dance you two did for a good year before that.” You looked at him disgruntled. “Besides, you’re not denying it.”

You turned away from him, trying to get away from the interrogation as you crouched down to stack the clean glasses beneath the bar. “Maybe I’m not,” you mumbled, “but he’s only doing it to tease me, nothing more.” 

Vander didn’t see your frown as you continued to stack glasses, just as you didn’t see him lean back over the bar to shoot a ‘told you so’ look to Silco as he sat tucked away at the top of the stairs, listening in. 

“I’m giving you the rest of the night off, go dance,” Vander leaned down to call into your ear. 

You looked around confused, the bar was the busiest it had been in a month, and that was saying something. It seemed ready to burst at the seams – people dancing, drinking, celebrating – you put it down to people wanting to shake off yesterday's events. 

“It’s far too busy,” you called back, shaking your head, “you’d be swamped.” As if on queue, Felicia squeezed around he bar,

“I got it!” she called, struggling to tie her apron around her. You shook your head again,

“Absolutely not, you need to sit down, Connol would kill me,” you looked at her seriously, trying to herd her back around and out into a booth. 

“He could damn well try,” she insisted, pushing back against you. “Now, are you really going to fight a pregnant lady?” she raised her eyebrow and you sighed exasperated. 

“I’ll take a 15 minute break, then I’ll be back,” you said pointedly, pulling the apron from around your waist and rolling your eyes as you slid past them both to hang it up

“That should do it,” you thought you heard Felicia mumble, turning back around only to see her serving a patron. You shook it off as you pushed through people to try and find your boyfriend. 

“There you are!” Silco called, beaming as he pulled you into him. “I thought Vander would never set you free.” You leaned to press a kiss to his cheek, and he shifted to wrap an arm around your waist. “Come with me,” he murmured into your ear. 

You cocked your head, confused as he tugged you towards the stairs, missing how Vander’s eyes followed you as you disappeared. 

“I have to go back in 15 minutes, Sil, I don’t have time fo-” 

“Get your head out of the gutter, that isn’t where we’re going,” he stopped you, laughing as he pulled you up the stairs to the roof, letting go of your hand to sit himself down at the edge of the rooftop, long legs dangling over the side as he leaned back on his hands, looking out over the lights of Piltover, where the smog hadn’t quite obscured them. 

You observed him, watching how carefree he looked for just a moment, his chest rising with each deep inhale of marginally cleaner air, drifting to the small bandage that was still stuck to the cut on his head. Your chest clenching as you remembered your dread. 

“I wish we could just stay up here forever,” you muttered as you joined him, leaning into his side. He hummed in agreement. 

“Just think, this will all be ours one day, as free as those across the river” he gestured loosely to the lanes below you and you chuckled. 

“All hail the king of Zaun,” you teased, nudging his shoulder as he snorted a laugh, eyes not quite finding yours. “What’s wrong?” your voice dropped, more seriously, as you searched his face. 

“Yesterday made me realise something,” he started, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “and then I walked out of the rubble to hear myself being called your husband and it cemented it for me.” You stared at him, your thoughts spinning as you tried to connect the dots. He leaned further into you for a moment, fingers fishing into his pocket and pulling out a small peeling, banged up box. Your heart stopped. “Nothing down here is promised, as much as I am trying to change that. And changing it all would mean nothing without having someone to do it all for. Life for us is too short to not take what you want and run with it, so,” he flicked the box open, revealing a simple, gold band. It was well worn, but beautiful, “How would you like me to stop teasing you, and make it proper, dear wife of mine,” he smiled bashfully, his uncharacteristic nerves coming through as he plucked the ring from the cushion and rolled it between his fingers, finally looking up to meet your eyes. 

You simply stared at him for a moment, eyes burning with salty tears before you nodded, resisting the urge to surge forward and kiss him senseless, lest you both fell from the rooftop. “Gods, yes!” 

He visibly relaxed as you choked out your answer, breaking into a wide grin as he reached for your hand, sliding the slightly-too-big ring onto your finger. “It was my parents,” he mumbled quickly, “we can get it adjusted,” he huffed a laugh as you twirled it around the skin, unable to peel your eyes away from it. Finally, you leaned forward pressing your lips against his, cupping his face and pulling you into him. He could feel the cool metal against his skin and grinned, pulling away to press his forehead against yours.

“I think your 15 minutes is nearly up,” he joked and you laughed, a breathy sound that made his heart squeeze. “Come on,” he pushed himself up, offering you his hand to pull you up with him. 

“We will tell everyone once we are closed up,” you murmured to him as you headed back down the stairs, “It’s too rammed to kick up a fuss now.” 

“Oh darling, why do you think everyone is here?” he asked lowly, pulling you into his side as he pushed the door back open. A huge banner with congratulations scrawled across it in Felicia’s artistic style was draped across the bar, everyone waiting with baited breath until Silco nodded subtly beside you, erupting into cheers immediately after. Everyone you knew downing drinks and rushing to hug you as you were swept up in it all. 

“I love you,” you muttered into his ear as you pulled yourself into his side, spinning the metal around your finger absentmindedly. 

“I love you more, wife of mine.” 

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i found you thru your headcanons and they were so scrumptious but then i found your art???? how can one person be so talented

I'll hold your hand as I reveal my secret: I'm Italian, red-haired, and dominant. I make men sit on my lap and call them "babygirl." My art is just the result of me needing to do the same in fiction, not just in reality ( the red-haired woman in Silco's posters? That's me).

Jokes aside, thank you so much! Since English isn't my first language, I was scared to post at first, and I was honestly shocked when I started gaining a following. As for the drawings, I never feel like they're good enough, and I'm only now forcing myself to write and draw more. It always feels great to receive compliments, honestly, so thank you for taking the time to send me this message.

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For your SMAU, the guys' reaction to you telling them you got sent an unsolicited nude from some rando on social media? (idk lmao, I feel like one of them would start judging the picture instead and go "he's holding it like it's gonna fall off")

unsolicited nudes

synopsis: you tell the cod guys someone sent you a dick pic

ੈ✩‧₊˚ price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, makarov

cw: sexual harassment technically? mentions of murder and stalking

an: please tell me someone knows the meme i’m referencing in makarov’s.

also requests are going to be closed for a bit while i try to catch up! i have too many i’ve been procrastinating on </3

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dividers from @/saradika-graphics :)

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Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

part 2

Other works + help me choose a title for this 😩

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i can't believe we could've had hoverboard sevika :'0 (link: https://x.com/chenalii/status/1861945995220951479/photo/1) side note: my hyperfixation is finally calming down lol

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Bizarre poses

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To anyone who continues to boil down MouthWashing to a game just about rape, I would like to show you this;

The game is quite literally about a company that is so steeped in shit that they make it as hard as POSSIBLE to put in any level of complaint about anything or anyone.

Pony Express is a manipulative, abusive work environment that promotes abuse of its employees because who's going to complain when you not only have to HAND WRITE IT, BUT GET IT SIGNED BY A HIGHER UP AND TURN IT IN ON VERY SPECIFIC DATES?!

Not to mention instantly promoting their company mascot plushie on the same poster.

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submissive in the way a livestock guardian dog is submissive to the sheep it kills wolves for