#I am eating pancakes and drinking coffee

[ghwosty]

fear of being perceived nightmare moment!!

I had to go get bloodwork done this morning and normally I'm fine but it was a full lipid panel so I had to fast for 12 hours, so blood sugar is low and I'm hungry and tired

anyways after the blood draw, the lady asked if I was okay and I felt fine so I got up, I passed back through the lobby and still felt okay..ish. walked outside and started feeling lightheaded, leaned with my elbow against a concrete pillar and called my mom to pull around to get me as my vision starts going white and

I start hearing the high pitched hhhhhhhhheeeeee if you know you know

couldnt feel my elbow

I am on the ground

guy in an suv pulls up asking if my okay need water, etc, i managed to reassure "I'm okay just got lightheaded, my mom is right here"

which, hindsight, bless this guy bc there were other people standing around near me just gawking at me but at least he fucking stopped. unfortunately I didn't really see his face bc my vision was still weird, but where ever you are dude I love you may only good things happen to you

but uh

anyways I have had a day and it's not even noon yet

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[maxwhathappened]

The urge to send more is strong but I will not overwhelm you😭🫶🏻

Driver - Franco (idk if you write for him so if not Max)

Dish - cup

Flavors - lemon sorbet, pineapple sorbet, Rum Raisin

Drinks - brownies, mint syrup, peanut butter cups, white chocolate syrup

thank you so much for (both) requests. I am a much slower writer than you but i hope you enjoy this!

Order #2

pairing: Franco Colapinto x reader

warnings: smut 18+

word count: 1,765

order:

cup - smut

flavors

lemon sorbet - “Get back in bed right this instant!”

pineapple sorbet - “You can be so good when you want to. Why aren’t you good all the time?”

rum raisin - “Getting a little tired? Too bad.”

toppings

brownies - mint syrup - peanut butter cups - white chocolate syrup

soft dom! driver - hair pulling - spanking - aftercare

You woke up to the smell of breakfast and coffee. It didn’t take you long to find out where they’d come from. As you stretched your arms and opened your eyes Franco walked into the room with a tray that had a glass of juice, coffee, warm pancakes, and a single daisy in a vase. 

“Good morning, amor,” Franco greeted with a smile. “I made you breakfast.” 

“I see that,” you said with a giggle. “Why are you being so sweet, baby?” You asked as he placed the tray on your lap. “Did you do something?” 

“It’s our anniversary,” Franco said. 

“Our anniversary is in three weeks,” you replied. 

“It’s the anniversary of the day we met,” He explained. 

“You remember what day we met?” You asked. 

“It was a very important day, amor,” he answered. He settled next to you on his side of the bed. 

“You’re the best boyfriend anyone could ask for,” you praised. Franco smiled. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Eat. I have plans for you,” he instructed. You raised an eyebrow. 

“What kind of plans?” You asked. 

“You will need energy for them,” Franco said and winked at you. You rolled your eyes but started to eat your breakfast. Franco watched you fondly as you ate. You had grown accustomed to his staring and said nothing about it. When you finished you picked up the tray and started to climb out of bed. 

“What are you doing, mi amor?” Franco asked quickly. 

“The dishes,” you answered. 

“No, you’re not,” he said. “I’ll do them in a little bit. We’re not done in the bedroom.” You laughed as you started for the door. Franco was in front of you in seconds though. He took the tray from you and put it on the table by the window. “Get back in bed right this instant,” he instructed you.

“Why don’t you make me?” You teased him. Franco chuckled before he grabbed your hips and picked you up, taking the few steps you’d made it away from the bed and throwing you down on your back. He pulled off the loose t-shirt he’d been wearing and you took in the sight of his muscular abs and chest. He looked like he was cut from marble and your eyes greedily drank in his body. 

“You see something you like?” He asked smugly. You smirked. 

“Not really,” you answered. Franco smiled to himself as he slid off his underwear.  

“So, you do not want to be a good girl today then?” He asked. His tone wasn’t mean. He was entertaining your disobedience for now. He climbed onto the bed and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. He pulled them off in one swift move and then tore your shirt off your body as well, leaving you both bare. 

“Why don’t you make me be good?” You taunted him. Franco smirked. 

“I can do that, pretty girl,” he said. Before you knew it he was seated on the edge of the bed and he had grabbed your body, roughly pulling you over his lap. You were laying face down against the mattress, bent over Franco’s knees. You turned and looked over your shoulder at him as his hand gently found your ass, rubbing tenderly against the sensitive skin. A silent look passed between the two of you that told Franco he was free to do as he pleased. He smirked at you just before his hand came down against your ass, delivering a sharp spank against your skin. You moaned loudly. 

“Moaning? Don’t tell me you like it when I punish you,” he teased you. 

“Please, Francie,” you whimpered. 

“Aww, listen to you,” he cooed. “Already giving in.” 

“Another one, please,” you begged. Franco gave your other ass cheek a smack, the sting spreading through your body. 

“What do you say?” He asked you. 

“Thank you, sir,” you praised him. Franco rubbed his hand against your ass.

“You can be so good when you want to. Why aren’t you good all the time?” He delivered another two smacks, one after the other. You whimpered and Franco laid another spank on you. You bent your knees, shocked by the pain, your feet shooting into the air. Franco reached out and ran his hand along your calf to soothe you. He smacked you three more times before you were reaching behind you to ward him off. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back. 

“No more, Francie. It hurts,” you cried. “Please just fuck me.” 

“Desperate little thing,” Franco murmured. He gave your ass two light taps, signaling for you to get up. “On your knees.” You moved off his lap, and crawled to the center of the bed, settling on your hands and knees. He settled behind you and gripped your hips, pulling you exactly the way he wanted you. One of his hands left your hip and went to slide between your legs. He rubbed two fingers against your pussy and moaned to himself. 

“So wet,” Franco purred. He spread your cheeks wide and spit onto your pussy anyway. You gasped at the feeling of his spit hitting your cunt. 

“Franco, please!” You cried. “I need you!” 

“Shhh, shh, shh,” Franco hushed you. “You’re gonna get what you want. You know that, princessa.” You whined in protest and Franco gave your ass a light slap. You yelped and scooted away from him. He grabbed your hips, keeping you from getting away. 

“Francie, I’m sore,” you complained. 

“You are gonna be sore in other places when I’m done with you. Now be good. I am tired of the attitude,” he instructed. You closed your mouth. His threat wasn’t empty. If you were too bratty he could make you regret it. 

“Yes, sir,” you answered obediently. You shifted back into Franco’s grip. You arched your back, pushing your ass up into the air and shaking it slightly. “Please, sir?” You begged. Franco chuckled. 

“Okay, mi amor,” he agreed. The tip of his cock pressed against your pussy lips and you sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch of his cock. He ran a hand up your spine, softly caressing your skin. “Relax, baby,” he cooed. “I will take care of you.” He slipped into you, his warm, hard cock filling you till you finally felt whole. 

“Franco,” you gasped under your breath when his hips were pressed against you, his full length inside you. Franco leaned forward, pushing himself slightly deeper and you moaned. He reached out and gathered your hair in his hand. He tugged at it as he leaned back, making you arch your back and push against him at a better angle. His other hand moved to your hip, steadying you. You whined and clenched down on him, tired of his teasing. 

“Be good,” he ordered firmly. Before you could complain he was moving his hips, making slow and deep strokes, his tip pressing into your g spot with every thrust. His hand was still in your hair, tugging you towards him. He pulled harder, drawing you away from the mattress, your back pressed to his chest. Franco released your hair and his arm went around your front, groping at your breasts and touching every inch of you. He kissed the spot where your neck connected with your shoulder as he slammed into you. 

“Franco, I’m close,” you whimpered when his hand slid to your clit.

“I know, princessa,” he murmured into your neck. “Let go.” With his consent you came hard around him, your cunt tightening around his thick cock as your body pulsed with pleasure. Franco groaned. “You get so tight when you cum on my cock.” 

“Feels so good,” you cried, pushing away from him to collapse onto the mattress. He fucked you through your orgasm before pulling out and flipping you over. You looked up at him as you caught your breath. Franco smiled at you. 

“Getting a little tired?” He asked. You nodded, unable to speak. “Too bad,” he told you. He shifted your body till he had you where he wanted you and positioned himself between your legs. He lifted one of your legs, hooking it over his hip before he slid into you again, leaving you no time to adjust. 

“Oh! Franco!” You gasped as you felt Franco inside you again. He chuckled smugly. 

“Did I surprise you, mi amor?” He teased you. You answered in a strangled whine as he began speeding up his thrusts. 

“You’re so fucking big,” you whimpered as you hooked your other leg around him. His hand slid to your thigh to hold it in place. He loved to have you wrapped around him while he was inside you. 

“Gonna cum inside of you,” Franco murmured. He leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was messy and wet and full of tongue but as his cock pressed into your special spot and his body rubbed against your clit, you fell apart again. Franco moaned when he felt you tighten down on him for the second time and his hips stuttered. He made two more thrusts before he was cumming. You felt him filling your pussy and tightened your legs around him, pulling him in close as he emptied himself inside you. He let his body fall down against yours when you both came down from your highs.

“I love you,” Franco murmured and kissed your neck. You hummed happily and kissed the top of his head. 

“I love you too,” you told him. He pressed a few more pecks to your neck before he rose from the bed. He returned with a warm towel and wiped you up before climbing back into bed with you. He slid in behind you, his chest pressed to your back. He moved your hair to the side and kissed the back of your neck. 

“Can we stay in bed all day?” You asked. 

“We have a dinner reservation,” Franco said. “But we don’t have to do anything till then.”

“Good,” you replied. “I just want to stay right here in your arms.” Franco gave you a squeeze. 

“We can do that, princessa,” he promised. “We can do whatever you want.” You rolled over in Franco’s arms till you were facing him. You looked into his beautiful eyes and he smiled at you.

“What about what you want?” You asked. Franco kissed your nose. He tucked your hair behind your ear and gently ran his thumb over your cheek. 

“The only thing I want is you.”

[psychoticallykind]

Jegumas Day Ten - Cozy Blankets

1,063 words

@noblehouseofgay

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“It’s cold,” Regulus complained.

Remus gave him a weird look. “No, it’s not.”

“You’re wearing like fourteen layers and you’re under a blanket,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Of course, you’re not cold.”

James handed him a mug of hot chocolate. “I’ll get you a blanket.”

Regulus tipped his head back, looking at James upside-down. “Can I have more than one?”

“Of course.” James tapped his nose playfully. “As many as you want.”

Sirius snorted. “Trust Reggie to be high-maintenance.”

Regulus sat up straight. “I am not high-maintenance!”

“You only drink one type of coffee, and they don’t sell it in this city,” Remus pointed out.

Regulus wrinkled his nose. “So? That’s one thing.”

“One thing?” Remus raised his eyebrows. “Fine, alright - you only eat blueberry pancakes and you can’t stand to see any sort of mess. You have to have it at exactly the same temperature every night. You hate the sound of the vacuum and can’t stand bleach, but you want the apartment clean so James has to do it. You don’t wash dishes. You can’t cook. You don’t really sleep at night but you don’t like to wake up late -”

“Shut up,” Regulus cut him off, frowning. “That doesn’t make me high maintenance.”

“It certainly doesn’t make you easy,” Sirius countered.

Regulus glared. “No, I’ll leave being easy to you, thanks.”

“Oi,” Sirius exclaimed. “Just because some of us actually like having sex -”

“I do like having sex,” Regulus argued, cheeks burning.

Sirius fixed him with a look. “Since when? Since you stopped having it?”

“We didn’t stop,” Regulus protested. “We just don’t need it every fucking day.”

“Or every month, right?” Sirius pressed.

“Maybe if you were less annoying to talk to, Remus wouldn’t have sex just to shut you up,” he snapped.

“He doesn’t fuck me to shut me up, you insufferable -”

“Sirius,” James suddenly interrupted, coming back in. “Let’s not. It’s Christmas.”

“Did you hear what he said to me?” Sirius demanded.

James dropped what must have been six fluffy throw blankets on the couch. “No, but I’m sure that whatever it was, you can rise above it.”

“But he said -”

“It wasn’t true, cariad,” Remus interrupted. He gave Sirius a sickeningly sweet look. “You know that. I know that. Even he knows that.”

And Regulus knew he shouldn’t. He knew it. But sometimes knowing you shouldn’t doesn’t actually stop you. “See? He’s always finding new ways to shut you up.”

“I am not shutting him up,” Remus said, almost snapping but not quite. “And we don’t have sex to shut him up, either. I like listening to him, you introverted asshole.”

Regulus stuck his tongue out at him. “Takes one to know one.”

“Really?” Remus demanded. “That’s the best you could do?”

Regulus gave him a bored look. “You don’t deserve the best I can do.”

“Darling,” James spoke up, giving him a slightly exasperated look. “Please. We’re here to have a nice, peaceful, friendly night.”

“Yeah, Reggie,” Sirius taunted. “We’re here to be nice.”

“Obviously not, since he invited you,” Regulus muttered.

“Hypocrite.”

“Idiot.”

“Grinch.”

Regulus opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by James leaning down and lifting his chin up. And then there was warmth pouring through his nervous system, lips moving against his.

“No! What are you doing? Stop that!”

James, thankfully, ignored his brothers complaints. Regulus hummed in agreement as a tongue swiped gently over his lips and he parted them, deepening the kiss.

It ended far too soon.

“I have blankets,” James mumbled, still so close. His eyelashes brushed against Regulus’s cheek as he sighed before standing up. “Yeah?”

Regulus felt a little dazed, and actually not very cold anymore, but he nodded anyway. “Yeah.”

James rounded the couch, grabbing one of the blankets and draping it over Regulus’s form before tucking him in. And then one more on top of him, and one that he folded and put on the arm of the couch.

And now Regulus was very warm, and cozy. And if Sirius was looking a little bit annoyed, that was perfectly fine.

James settled next to him, and Regulus moved the blankets to cover both of them as Remus started the movie.

He’d already seen this one. But that was okay, because he wanted to ask something anyway. “James?”

“Yeah?” James murmured, looking over at him. “What is it? Are you too warm?”

“No,” Regulus shook his head. “No. Just - I have a question. But it can wait if you want. It’s not important or anything.”

“All of your questions are important,” James replied quietly. “What is it?”

“Am I high-maintenance?” Regulus asked, keeping his voice down. He didn���t need to hear Sirius’s opinion on this.

“You’re perfect.” James kissed the top of his head. “The perfect amount of maintenance.”

“That means yes, doesn’t it?”

James shook his head. “No, it means that you’re perfect, Regulus. I love taking care of you. I love when you let me take care of you. I love doing things for you and knowing things about you. You’re perfect.”

Regulus played with the edge of a blanket. “Sirius said I don’t like sex.”

“Mm,” James hummed, holding him close. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but darling, you don’t like sex.”

“I know.” He did know. It was a sort of recent discovery. And James had been wonderful about it, and he had never once hinted at being uncomfortable with their new dynamic, but still - “But you do, don’t you?”

“Not even a fraction as much as I like sitting here with you in my arms,” James replied softly, and wasn’t that just lovely?

Regulus tipped to the side so that he could study James’s expression. “Really?”

Warm hazel eyes - so sincere - looked back at him. A small, fond smile. “Really.”

And Regulus had known, of course. But it was nice to be sure.

So he moved back into place - back to where he should be, which was as close to James as humanly possible - and he curled up under two cozy blankets and he watched a movie he’d seen before. He didn’t mind - he thought he’d watch it a million times over, really, so long as he got to cuddle with James while he did.

Actually, no. He didn’t just think he would.

He was sure.

[yuecrown]

I LOVE YOU — ron kamonohashi

pairings: ron kamonohashi x gn!reader. warnings: fluff. established relationship. 0.9k wc. notes: this is my first fic for rkdd but i had to write for ron bc hello ?! he's such a menace (affectionate) <3

when you wake up, the first thought on your mind is that you haven’t slept this well in ages. usually you’re a light sleeper, roused from sleep by even the smallest disturbances.

this morning however, your eyes don’t open until past 10 am— extremely late by your standards. maybe it’s because this is your first time sleeping over at your boyfriend ron’s place. it’s also the first time in a long while that you’ve felt so loved, so safe.

his bed is as comfy as you’d expect it to be, covered with soft blankets, tons of pillows and platypus plushies. it’s huge too, easily big enough to fit both ron and you— but he’s not here.

you blink sleepily and sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. the space beside you is empty, but the sheets are messy, meaning that ron did sleep here, at least for a while.

you frown. did he find sharing his bed with another person uncomfortable? or did he just have to get up early because toto brought him a case to solve?

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of something shattering. it seems to be coming from the kitchen. you throw the covers back, about to go find the source of the sound, when ron appears in the doorway.

he looks messier than usual, and it’s cute. his long dark hair is damp, and obscuring his eyes, slightly more tousled than what you’re used to. a towel is slung around his shoulders, and he’s already dressed in his usual t-shirt, jacket and jeans.

“good morning, y/n.” his voice is warm and tinged with excitement as he beams proudly and holds out a tray. “i made you breakfast!”

“good morning,” you mumble back sleepily, stifling a yawn. “i heard something break, are you okay?”

he waves a hand dismissively. “it was just a plate. an occupational hazard.”

“of being a detective?”

“of being a prodigal chef,” he corrects, gesturing towards the tray.

there’s a cute mug with a cat face on it, filled with coffee, alongside a plate stacked with fluffy-looking pancakes.

you sip at the coffee, and almost spit it right out when you taste just how much brown sugar he’s put in it.

“i didn’t know how you took your coffee,” ron says apologetically.

you gingerly sip at the drink again and grimace. “so you decided to add ungodly amounts of brown sugar syrup to it?”

ron blinks. “you don’t like it?”

his head is tilted to one side and he’s watching you keenly, waiting for an answer. the embarrassing truth is that you’d do anything to see him smile, so you steel your nerves and say, “no, um, it’s great! really.”

you can’t tell if he buys the lie or not, but he seems happy enough either way. “good.”

he hugs you from behind, arms wrapping around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder. his warm breath tickles your neck. “you should sleep over more often.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. i… i liked it. you’re cute when you’re asleep.”

the unexpected comment has you flustered, but ron seems oblivious as he stabs a pancake with a fork and feeds it to you.

you take a bite and prepare yourself for the brown sugar taste to flood your senses, but instead it’s actually balanced out by the other ingredients. “wait, ron— this is really good!”

“i knew it.” his tone is smug as he eats the rest of the pancake you just took a bite out of. “and now we’ve shared an indirect kiss.”

you try not to laugh at how proud of himself he looks. “we can share a real one too if you want.”

the tips of his ears grown pink. he murmurs, “okay,” and leans in to kiss you, eyes closed.

he tugs you closer onto his lap, one hand resting against your back, keeping you steady. despite his inexperience, he’s a good kisser. it makes sense, you think to yourself— he’s an incredibly quick learner, and even more so when it’s something he enjoys— and the eagerness with which he presses his warm lips to yours proves that he definitely enjoys kissing you.

when you finally pull away, he grins. “if you stay over more often, we can do more of this.”

“you don’t have to try and convince me,” you reply. “i’d love to spend more nights with you.”

“you would?”

“of course, i love you.” the words slip out easier than you’d thought. truth be told, you hadn’t even meant to say them, but now that you had, you weren’t going to take them back.

there’s silence for a few seconds. ron’s eyes bore into you, and both of you hold your breath. then he drapes himself over you like a koala, clutching you tightly, and says, “i love you too.”

you try and fail to hide your giddy smile, burying your face into his neck. “oh.”

he pulls himself off you and observes your flustered expression, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “i’d assumed it was a given, but you seem to like it when i say the words out loud. hmm. cute. i love you, y/n.”

you hit him on the arm and huff, “you’re insufferable.”

“but you love me, right?”

you stick your tongue out at him. “actually, i love your cat more, so there.”

he sulkily replies, “well, i love brown sugar more, so there.”

“oh, okay.” you get up, pretending to leave. ron grabs your wrist and tugs you back into his embrace, murmuring, “i was kidding.”

you smile and take his hand. “i know.”

he links his fingers with yours tightly and says, “i’ll always love you most.”

[toxictigertonic]

Alright, I've been cursed with new blorbos (don't worry DJ will always be my number one). Outlast trials has me in a chokehold, specifically Franco, but all the prime assets are running around in my brain causing problems. I'm subjecting you to my stupid food headcanons as a result:

COYLE

- This mother fucker drinks hot sauce. Like. Chugs the shit. You can't take him anywhere without him bringing a bottle of Tabasco.

- Takes his coffee black, but will add a little sugar if no one is looking. Can't let people know that he doesn't like plain black coffee.

- He feels like a big breakfast kinda guy, with all the fixings. If you took him to a diner that'd be what he'd get, no matter the time of day.

- Would he disgusted by energy drinks EXCEPT classic redbull. Now imagine this man hyped up on caffeine.

- Would still eat his scrambled eggs if he got shells in them. Would say some shit like "the shells put hair on your chest"

- Trusting this man to bake anything is a fire hazard, it doesn't matter if it's those pre cut cookie rolls, they're catching fire.

- Says he hates desserts then stares down a slice of pecan pie from across the room like it owes him money.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- The only one I trust to cook tbh, and that's not saying much.

- If you took her to get coffee she'd get the sweetest thing on the menu (and Futterman would bitch and moan about it the whole time) or she'd get a chai latte. Futterman would demand a black coffee.

- I would trust her to make me an apple pie and then she'd put the drill in it bc the crust came out wrong.

- She feels like a woman who really likes jam. Maybe I am projecting but jam is cool.

- She will not touch an energy drink bc they taste bad to her, and bc Futterman would throw a fit about how bad they are for your teeth. No caffeine fueled death sprint for her, but based on her singing and the whole angel dust thing I don't think she needs it.

- I would make her pancakes she seems pretty cool.

- Likes the batter for desserts more than the finished products.

FRANCO

- God help us where do I begin

- On one hand I wanna say he makes some bomb ass Italian food. On the other hand I wanna say he burns cereal.

- Speaking of cereal, he's the kinda guy who let's his cereal turn to paste in the bowl before he eats it.

- Considering what we know about the wolf's milk drink, I'm frightened by this man's palette. Genuinely terrified.

- I think he would die if he tasted hot sauce. I think Coyle is aware of this fact and has plans.

- Give him an energy drink if you wanna see him start doing flips. He thinks they're gross but he's also like "fuck yeah pure sugar I love these"

- Likes his cookies so underdone that they're basically raw (me too chief)

- If you cooked him a homemade meal he'd cry while eating it. Then he'd get pissed because you made him cry.

- He's my little skrunkly doo so I'm feeding him wet plaster ❤️

If I'm wrong about anything bc it's actually stated in the lore I do not care tell Red Barrels to get their facts straight (/J I SWEAR)

I haven't had time to look at Gooseberry's or Coyle's lore so I don't know if they have some super important amazing cooking skills that I'm missing out on. Feel free to tell me if you think I'm wrong or have your own ideas about these idiots.

[stellar-constellations]

Heart on the Market (ONGOING SERIES) Chapter 1

WARNING: This series will include; NSFW, dead dove, reader is a serial killer, black market possible inaccurate historical slang and fashion, gore, alcohol, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), perversive thoughts, possibly more to add.

Inaccurate canon-timeline and setting (Ashley doesn't exist).

Incest is not Wincest.

Andrew Graves x Old school! Serial killer! Fem! Reader

Wordcount: 3,000+ words

Chapters: Current chapter, chapter 2 (in the works)

        It’s 12 in the morning at the 24 hour diner. Despite it being midnight, the diner was bustling with people eating pancakes and drinking spiked milkshakes; a classic 50’s diner. 

        The floor had black and white checkered tiles had fallen pieces of bacon. One of the tables had spilled milk after a baby knocked their bottle of milk over (why the family is here at this time, she doesn’t know nor does she care). The chairs had chewed gum under them matching the table bottoms too. The red and white counter had drunk men watching an episode of I Love Lucy.

        “Do you need anymore coffee?” (Y/N) smiled, holding a piping hot coffee pitcher, steam escaping from the top of the lid.

        “Thank you, dear.” A little old lady smiled, probably thinking it was 5 AM in winter when the sun wasn’t up instead of it being 12 o’ clock in the summer.

        “Need anymore hash browns?” (Y/N) smiled, grabbing her notepad and pen from her white apron tied around her waist, the tight strings accentuating her figure.

        “No, but I’ll take a cookie for the road.” The lady smiled.

        “Coming right up, ma’am.” (Y/N) smiled, her black flats walking against the sticky tiled floor as her light blue skirt twirled around her knees.

        She walked behind the counter to the display of cookies resting there since yesterday, grabbing a cookie and throwing it in a small, white paper bag. She stapled the bag closed and walked back to her customer, handing her the cookie.

        “There you go, ma’am. Is that all for you tonight?” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Yes, that’ll be it.” The lady smiled, her sunken cheeks turning up to show her dentures.

        “I’ll get the check.” (Y/N) hummed, walking back to the counter and printing out the check for table 26. 

        She walked back to the old lady, grabbing the printed receipt and handing it to the lady.

        “Careful, the ink’s fresh.” (Y/N) smiled. 

        “Thank you.” The lady smiled, placing 30 bucks on the counter.

        “Oh, ma’am. You dropped a few bucks.” (Y/N) spoke, counting the cash. “Your meal was 13 bucks.”

        “Keep the change as a tip.” The lady smiled, before leaving the diner.

        “Fool…” (Y/N) snickered to herself, placing the tip in her tip pouch on her hip as she took the meal’s money to the cash register. 

        Old people are so easy to butter up. She thought, smiling. All it takes is a few nice words to make them smile a million bucks. Not to mention their retirement money.

        If she keeps it up earning these tips, maybe she can buy a new dress. She’s been meaning to get another poodle skirt anyways.

        (Y/N) sorted out the money in the cash register before closing it, walking into the back. There were tablets there on the walls for her to clock out of.

        Unnecessary screens in unnecessary places… (Y/N) thought, annoyed. These new generations and their technology!

        (Y/N) clocked herself out on time, heading to her work locker and inserting her. She grabbed her work bag and took it with her into the bathroom, changing into her regular clothes. 

        She put on a black and red fit-and-flare dress with her nude stockings and black gloves. She grabbed her black hand-purse, throwing her work clothes into her work bag. She undid her hair’s bun and brushed her hair out, letting it hang off her shoulders as she put on a black headband with a bow on top in her hair. 

        She exited the bathroom, putting her work bag back into her locker and shutting it, then exiting the diner out back, walking down the streets.

        The streets had an occasional stranger walking down, giving her a weird look at her old 1950’s outfits, but others have seen her enough to know it was her style by now. 

        She held her purse and walked down the streets, before taking a turn down a dark alley. 

        It stunk of trash and the air was humid, but that was normal in every overpopulated city. Thank god this city wasn’t a night-life one at least, how troublesome it would be for her work.

        A stumbling man appeared in view, leaning on the brick walls of a building, taking a few wary steps before stopping again. He looked absolutely shit-faced, with a fire red face and dilated pupils; drunk and lethargic. 

        “Do you need any help, sir?” (Y/N) questioned, her transatlantic accent she gained from growing up watching too many movies of the 1930’s shined through.

        “I-I need… "urgh…” the male groaned, tipsy before collapsing to his feet, trying to hold his stomach in.

        “Oh, pardon me.” (Y/N) smiled, walking closer without fear as her black Mary Jane’s hit the ground.

        He probably thought he traveled back in time as he looked at her, confused at the blurry figure approaching.

        “Now, sir. Public intoxication is very bad, you know? You can be charged!” (Y/N) scolded, a playful tone in her voice as she crept closer, before coming up behind him.

        She fished a black lipstick container out of her purse, popping open the lid to show a black tube with a small green and red button.

        “Allow me to help you.” She smiled, pressing the tube to the back of his neck, before holding down the red button, allowing blue sparks to buzz through the air, shocking him.

        He convulsed, drool flooding out of his mouth as he yelped, before a flood of vomit followed.

        “There you go!” (Y/N) cheered supportingly as he kept the stun gun to his neck.

        She removed the tube, watching him fall to the ground, disoriented and confused.

        “See, sir. The problem there is your stomach was empty. You don’t ever drink on a empty stomach, no wonder you’re ill!” (Y/N) smiled. “A proper man could hold their liquor at the very least.”  

        Then again, this modern day and age doesn't know a thing about chivalry unless it's to get under a woman's dress... (Y/N) thought, frowning.

        "Now, let's see." (Y/N) hummed, crouching down beside the drunken male lying in his own vomit. 

        She picked his head up by his hair, yanking it back roughly. "A 4 o' clock shadow that's stubbly. Dilated pupils. Nauseating scent. You must not take good care of your liver considering your performance of drinking tonight..." She frowned, sighing. "It must not hold much value, but something is better than nothing..."

        She threw his head back into his bile, reaching into her gloved hand into purse and putting away her lipstick stun gun, replacing it with a 1930's Remington Rh36 hunting knife. She picked the disoriented man's head up, placing the knife under his throat, before making a jagged line around his neck.

        "It's a good thing I wore my black pair today!" (Y/N) chirped, referring to her gloves as she dropped the man's head, sitting down on his back so he couldn't get up and fight.

        She watched him squirm under her, warm crimson puddling under her as she counted, "99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall." She smiled, looking down at him. "Oh, good sir. Where is your spirit? Sing with me!"

        She grabbed his chin, pressing her thumb on his bottom lip and pressing down as blood spurted out of his mouth. "98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around——how many do we have?" (Y/N) smiled, pressing down on the now dead man's lips. "97!" she chirped, putting on a high-pitched voice. "Good job! 97!" she smiled, letting go of his chin. 

        She stood up, smoothing down her dress and stepping off the man's back. She grabbed her dirty knife, wiping the blade on the man's clothes. 

        She placed the knife down into her purse, pulling out a neatly folded black trash bag. She unfolded the bag and opened it, shoving the man's head in first (careful to avoid the pile of vomit), before bending his body awkwardly, a crack playing out somewhere in his legs as she forced him into the bag, tying it up.

        "Citizen's trash duty: completed." She smiled, picking up the trash bag handles and pulling it down the alley with her. 

        (Y/N) dragged it with her, taking a shortcut down the alleyway and walking a few blocks until she got to the back of her apartment complex.

        (Y/N) dragged the body bag up the fire escape stairs, careful not to tip backwards as the dead man’s head ‘thunked’ against the metal stairs over and over. 

        Upon reaching the top of the stairwell, she grabbed a spare key she copied stealing the owner’s once, grabbing the copy from her purse and unlocked the door. 

        She dragged the body inside the halls, taking the body up the stairs since every lazy piece of modern trash around here used the elevators.

        She took the body with her down her hallway, fishing for her front door’s key inside of her purse, before pausing as the neighbor’s door next to her opened.

        A man stepped out, pale skin akin to snow and eyes fresh like the Iceland hills. There were bags under his eyes, tired as he yawned, wearing a red shirt as his uniform for his job as a gas station attendant. 

        Andrew Graves; a recluse of a man, if even a person. Andrew doesn’t talk with (Y/N), not unless she corners him by the mailboxes and blabbers with him. 

        For some reason, the boy couldn’t fall for her charisma or even her appearance. She didn’t understand it; everyone likes her, why doesn’t he?

        Perhaps he was just one of those people with a good sixth sense, but whatever it was, it infuriated (Y/N). How was she supposed to maintain a good social image if her next door neighbor didn’t have any good words to say about her?

        How could he have any good words to say now that his eyes were widened with surprise and fear, looking down at her feet, where she looked and saw a leg hanging out of the bag, a trail of blood down the hallways.

        The bag must’ve ripped upon climbing the stairs somewhere.

        (Y/N) stared at the leg, both of them frozen in place as the complex’s AC kicked in. 

        (Y/N) quickly lunged at Andrew, shoving him back into his apartment. She drug the bag with her, entering his apartment and closing the door behind her.

        Andrew’s apartment was completely dark, an unfamiliar terrain as she felt the walls for a light switch before switching it on, illuminating the room. 

        Andrew was on the ground, silently crawling backwards, making sure to look in her direction before he froze as the light came on. 

        “Ah!” (Y/N) sighed, happy as she quickly dropped onto her knees, crawling after him like a child.

        She caught up to him quickly, especially since he hit the back of his couch, her hands pressing down on his chest as she leaned in, pushing her nose against his.

        “I found you~” she smirked.

        “What the fuck was that?” Andrew questioned, his eyes shooting behind her at the body bag.

        “A Halloween prop.” (Y/N) responded quickly.

        “It’s December.” Andrew retorted.

        “A prop for Krampus, dummy! He’s a Halloween-Christmas guy!” she smiled.

        “It’s an apartment complex! We don’t do decorations!” Andrew spoke, still scared but a bit annoyed that she took him as dumb enough to believe that.

        “Well we do now.” (Y/N) smiled.

        “I’m not dumb!” Andrew snapped. “So you’re the Manson Murderer, huh?” 

        Ah, the Manson Murderer, what a name she’s built for herself! "Manson Murderer Multilates Again!" and "Who is the Man of Manson?"

        How funny they even think it’s a man. The only reason why so many men are trialed for murder, is because nobody believes a dainty flower of a woman could stabbed a man 41 times in his chest.

        “Oh, my! What an accusation!” (Y/N) giggled, staring into his eyes as their faces were mere centimeters apart.

        “Don’t you even try lying to me…” Andrew growled, his eyes hardened as he toughened himself up in front of her.

        “Oh, have no fear, darling! I would never lie to you, you’re much too smart!” (Y/N) giggles, although she knew it was true.

        Could it be possible he never liked her because he knew something was up with her? Is this his proof to having a reason to dislike her, not just because he was an introverted loser?

        “Andrew, Andrew, Andrew…” (Y/N) muttered, clicking her tongue as her hand came up to his cheek, caressing it as he flinched at the sudden affection. “My love, why are you so scared? Don’t you know I would never hurt you? Not a man as handsome as yourself at least.” She purred.

        “See, Andrew. There are certain duties people like I must fulfill. Someone has to clean the streets up after all.” She hummed.

        “Why’d you do it?” Andrew questioned.

        “Why didn’t I?” she smiled.

        “That isn’t an answer—“ Andrew muttered, but was cut off by her.

        “Now, Andrew. You’ll keep your mouth shut, yes?” she smiled. “I would certainly hate… for you to become scum at the bottom of a dumpster after all…

        Andrew knew was she was implying. Trash for her to take out like it was a normal Monday.

        “Yes…” Andrew seethed through his teeth, not too happy about it.

        “Good!” (Y/N) smiled, taking her purse and flipping out her pocket knife.

        “W-woah, hey! Hey! I said I won’t tell!” Andrew panicked, squirming but had nowhere to run as he was still pressed against the couch. 

        “Don’t worry, darling. I’m only sealing our promise.” (Y/N) smiled, pulling up his shirt.

        Andrew froze as she placed the knife onto his right side, before a hiss escaped his lips as she impaled the skin, carving into it like leather.

        “Pardon my handwriting; mother always said I was messy.” (Y/N) smirked, smiling as the pretty blood ran down his side, matching his red shirt.

        “F-fuck!” Andrew gasped, biting down onto his lips.

        “When this mark heals, you can tell people it’s me who is the Manson Murderer.” (Y/N) smiled. “But for now, you’re mine to keep, so be a good boy and be quiet.”

        (Y/N) smiled, admiring her craftsmanship before wiping the excess blood from the knife off on Andrew’s shirt. 

        She placed her pocketknife back into her purse, before looking at her words. She stuck out a gloved finger, scooping up some of the red liquid and wiping it on her bottom lip, closing her lips and smearing it like lipstick.

        “Mwah! Red looks good on me, don’t you think?” (Y/N) smiled, looking at Andrew as his head was thrown back against the couch’s back, panting as he endured the pain.

        “F-fuck… fucking bitch.” He hissed, his eyes sharp as he looked down at her. “Gonna fucking kill you…”

        “Mm… keep talking like that…” (Y/N) purred, sitting down on her knees in between his legs, resting both her hands on his cheeks. “I like it.”

        She leaned in, kissing his lips with her bloodied ones.

        Andrew froze, shocked and helpless on what to do as he bled from his side. His neighbor, his neighbor who was a murderer, was kissing him right now.

        One of her hands traveled down to his jaw, before guiding down to his chest sensually, reaching his stomach. Her lips moved against his closed ones, enjoying the power she had over him.

        Her hand went to his side, her thumb pressing down onto his wound, causing him to yelp and open his mouth. She quickly dove her tongue into Andrew’s mouth, his cheeks puffing out as her tongue hit them, exploring the taste of his mouth and blood.

        “Ah, you taste good…” (Y/N) muttered against his lips. “It’s too bad your heart isn’t on the market, I’d love to own it…” (Y/N) smiled.

        Andrew couldn’t look further into her words as she kissed him again. He couldn’t taste anything except rust, and was that a hint of strawberry? Strawberry lipgloss perhaps? She did wear red lipgloss just like every other 1950’s girl did, just like her preferred timeline. Lipgloss so it wasn’t too showy, but still shined and was appropriate for every outfit.

        Her tongue parted from his mouth, leaving him breathless (from her lips or from his wound, he wasn’t sure) as a string of saliva connected the two.

        “I’ll teach you how to reciprocate later on. It makes it far more enjoyable, you know?” (Y/N) giggles, watching as Andrew’s face went pink.

        It felt hot in here even though the AC was on, signaling to (Y/N) that she had to go and take care of this body before it started decomposing faster due to this heat.

        “I’ll see you real soon, Andrew… You’ll keep our promise, right?” (Y/N) spoke, tilting her head and purposely puffing out her lips in a show of innocence and seduction.

        “Mm… y-yeah. Yeah, I will…” Andrew muttered, laser-focused on her lips.

        “Be good for me now.” (Y/N) smiled, getting up off the floor. 

        Andrew watched from the floor as she walked to his front door, dragging the body bag with her as she shut the door behind her, going back to her apartment.

        He couldn’t believe this. His cute neighbor was a murderer, and he kissed her. And he liked it.

        His face was burning up, along with his body, but he didn’t know if that was his pain receptors responding to the pain or not. He was hot and sweaty, it suddenly felt too hot for his shirt and everything else, especially under his belt.

        Why the fuck did her lips have an impact on him like that? Why was it just her lips? Why did she kiss him in the first place? 

        Andrew groaned, looking down at the marking she made on him, carving him like a piece of property.

        “Mine.” The carving read.

        Fuck. He can’t go to work like this. He needs to go to the bathroom, clean up this wound and jerk one (or maybe a few) off.

        Oh, he’ll get her back for doing this to him.

I'm sorry for the short chapter, the first chapters are always short to get the reader's attention. I don't want to add too much information that'll draw you guys away! This story is gonna be a spicy one featuring NSFW, so beware.

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[overlydeniableteddy]

Fattening Valley

First pov / feedee pov / second pov feeder / intox feedism / weight gain / mention of sex

I’ve already been at the farm for quite some time, working hard to build a successful life for myself in the valley, engaging with the townspeople, pining after Harvey and slowly winning his affection…

And then one day, you come to town, taking it by storm. I offer you a place to stay in the farm house so you don’t have to worry about finding accommodation while you get settled. It’s only after a week or two that you begin to enact your master plan, only eating half of the dinner you prepared in thanks for letting you stay and giving me the rest of your portion and a few leftovers. Me being polite, I accept, not wanting to admit to you that I’m already full. You start cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner, all of them bigger portions than what I usually had. You bring me snacks throughout the day, slowing me down and making me feel more sleepy and lethargic.

The charade continues for a few weeks, a pot belly forming under my clothes, my thighs and ass looking a bit more thick and blubbery— my face puffing up slightly. That’s when you move onto the next stage, you take me to Gus’ for a big thank you dinner, all this time you’ve been making subtle moves towards me, declaring your romantic and sexual desires with me, I laugh you off and say that I’m flattered. But you don’t stop. At this dinner date, you ply me with a variation of wines and beers, getting me drunker as you flirt more and more with me, I start drunkenly flirting back for giggles. You order plate upon plate of food for me, stuffing me so full that I nearly fall into a food coma at the bar. You scoot your chair around to my side of the table, slipping your hand into my clothes, feeling the taut bloated body beneath. I rest my head on your shoulder as you make me finish every last bite. Whimpering and burping from how full I am. The other townspeople look on in confusion and worry, they thought that it was me and Harvey that were supposed to end up together… but they don’t intervene.

At midnight, Gus closes for the night. You essentially carry an exceptionally drunk me home to the farmhouse, I belch and moan the whole way back, one arm looped around your shoulders and the other resting on my stuffed full belly. Once we get back, you decide to encourage me to drink some milk I forgot to sell during the day and I comply, lusting after you with boarish desires.

The next morning, I wake up still stuffed and hungover, unable to bring myself to get up and go about the farm chores. You smile and waltz your way into my bedroom, a thick stack of pancakes and a large coffee (with some whiskey mixed in), you declare that you’ve already done the chores for the day so I should relax and take a day for myself in bed.

You start doing this more and more, always making sure I’m in a state of tipsiness at all times, it’s easier to get me to eat more this way. My bloated pot belly becomes a large hanging gut, my arms flabby sacks of fat that can’t even bring themselves to pick up even a hoe anymore, my legs thick and blubbery cellulite ridden slabs of meat. My face rounded and cherub like— constantly rosy and jolly. I’ve begun to outgrow my once baggy clothes, knitted jumpers always riding up my belly halfway, showing off a large slice of pale fat belly.

Harvey becomes worried, he sees my decline of diet and increased intoxication, he wants to confront you for my changes but I brush him off and tell him that farmers are supposed to carry a little extra thickness, it’s all just thick muscle. He’s flustered but let’s it go until I stop doing the farm work entirely, and only appear in town for our weekly date at the saloon where you get me drunker than I’ve been all week and stuffed to beyond my increasing limits.

It goes on for a year, you transforming me into a lazy, flabby pig that can’t even take care of his own farm anymore, spending his days eating and drinking in various locations— constantly outgrowing his clothes. My body truly becoming a round and blobby spectacle for the whole valley to bask in…

And then we marry, I’m yours and yours alone. Your fat, drunk piggy, a fallen vestige of a once promising young farmer.

[yukyuki]

Mornings Like This- GR’63

summary- a lazy yet lovely morning in the Russell house 🩵

warnings- minor things kissing, hugging, slightly suggestive, family, dad George ☁️

a/n- I believe this is so CUTE !! It’s a “thank you” bonus for those waiting on my Charles ff. ☕️

The rays on sun started to appear through the cracks of the curtains making you wake up. Looking up to the clock on your night table it read 7:05 am it was later than usual, and today wouldn’t be a busy day. George was finally home after the Qatar Grand Prix and nothing was better than a cozy morning in bed and spend time together when your twin boys wake up.

Speaking of which you heard soft sounds and baby talking through the baby monitor. Smiling softly you get out of George’s embrace and peck his lips letting him sleep in and get the rest he deserved.

Walking out quietly into the hallway you make your way to the boys room and open the door only to be received by the two little ones crawling up to your arms. Making you giggle you kiss both of their little faces gently and pick them up.

When you three get to the living room you turn on the tv to Bluey as it quickly catches their attention and get their diapers changed. Letting them play for a bit you go to the kitchen preparing some coffee for yourself and giving you some time to plan for breakfast. Drinking some of your coffee you start preparing some of fruits and bring out ingredients for pancakes and bacon.

While setting the fruit bowl to the side you start making the pancake batter with your hands a bit messy you hear Theo start to cry making your mommy senses to look towards the living-room then it hits you, you forgot the bottles!

“oh god…I’m so sorry baby hold on!” yelling in a soft voice you rush to grab the bottles and get their milk ready and a pair of strong arms wrap around you making you squeal.

“ah! George!” you exclaimed hitting his arm gently closing the bottles quickly.

“hold on love I need to give the babies their bottles” you say moving away but he pulls you back taking the bottles from you kissing you gently.

“don’t worry about that beautiful leave that to me…did you change them already?” he asked gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ear making me smile.

“yes they just need their milk…breakfast is almost done as well” you say kissing his cheek thanking him before going back to your cooking.

————

Minutes later you walk in the living room seeing Theo next to George whose feeding him and Oliver was on his chest drinking his bottle all three boys watching Bluey. Going to them slowly your hands land on George’s shoulders whispering boo in his ear making him chuckle.

“Oh darling you got here on the best part” he said with his British accent filling the room joking about the cute kids show as he leaned his head back puckering his lips making your blush.

“There’s distracted love” he said winking at you before placing a delicate kiss to your amazing husband.

“well I’m sorry to interrupt your show but breakfast is ready” you said smiling picking up Oliver kissing his nose.

“oh you’re so handsome my little prince” you squealed happily making Oliver giggle as George followed with Theo in his arm into the kitchen. Sitting at the table you are feeding the twins who are on their baby chairs and have strawberries all over their cheeks. Smiling and giggling with the babies you feel George’s large hand on your waist making you turn around as he fed you a piece of bacon.

“eat love…it’ll get cold” he said switching Oliver to his lap helping him to finish his food.

————

Finally the twins fed and all of you dressed for the day you two leave them in their play area as George went with you to help you clean up, even though you insisted that he should rest after an exhausting race he argued that as long as he spent time with you it would help him gain back his strength, to which you rolled your eyes and he shut you up with a romantic kiss.

“George…” you started while wiping the table he hummed while putting the dirty dishes in the dish washer before going to you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I think we should go out for a walk to the park down by the neighborhood” you said looking up at him giggling gently playing with his expensive watch leaning on him, softly inhaling his cologne. This man just smelled so good.

“I know love, we should do that…” he said seeing the excitement in your eyes.

“okay! I’ll get the babies ready!” you say about to leave but he holds your hand pulling you against his body looking down at you.

“I get what I want later right?” he said teasingly making you hit his arm gently.

“you know there will interruptions” you answer walking away to grab the twins. As he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he couldn’t het enough of your teasing.

————

As you held the twins hands out the door you help them stand as they were already starting to walk. Looking back at the house you noticed George hasn’t come out.

“now where is your daddy?” you ask the babies who just giggled and that’s when you hear the garage door lifting up seeing George pushing out a mini size mercedes making you laugh.

“oh baby where did you get that!? it’s adorable!” you said Theo ran to the car curiously looking at it.

“Right? Present from their Uncle Lewis” George said as you widened your eyes.

“oh god of course he did…remind me to bring the babies to a race so they can thank him” you said bringing Oliver closer as you both got them in the car. Both babies sitting in the car you and Russell walked from behind them happy that the car was slow and easy for the babies to use. George had to help them here and there but the Russell babies were smart drivers they learned it from their daddy of course.

“hmm I think we got the future drivers here my love” you said softly as you walk next to him interlocking your arm with his leaning your head on his shoulder.

“you’re right love! I’ll make sure to teach them if they actually become interested” George said as he walked to the park and you snapped a couple pictures of the babies and daddy of course. You made sure to capture any moment as the beautiful family that you were and just enjoying time with George made it so much better. Most of the time it was just you and the twins since George was busy on his formula one career but you both still managed to be together, which only made the love between you two stronger.

————————————————— the end. 🩵

[nochukoo97]

seven dates a week - monday

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: a series of you and jungkook’s dates throughout the week, jungkook is a sweetheart and spoils you a lot, too much in your opinion.

word count: 1.2k+

a/n: OMG super excited for this i am going to make this a small series, probably just seven parts to this for each day of the week but here’s the first fic! but i may open a taglist and asks for this if i think it does well ☺️

seven dates a week masterlist!

“one touch and you got me stoned~” jungkook’s voice rings throughout the car as the radio plays, you two starting the day early in the morning by going to a coffee shop for breakfast.

you giggle as you point your camera towards your boyfriend who’s currently singing his heart out and driving. when the car stops at the red light, jungkook looks at the camera as he sings with a dramatic expression on his face, causing you to laugh even more.

“your touch blurred my vision, it’s your world and im just in it- oh shit” your boyfriend halts mid-performance when he realises the car behind him had honked for him to go, jungkook was too engrossed in singing for you he had paid no attention to the red light that was now green.

“baby it’s this one, turn right,” you point towards the little coffee shop at the corner of the road that you had searched up for you and jungkook to go.

as you get out of the car, you excitedly grab your boyfriend’s hand, ready to walk into the coffee shop you had been dying to go to.

“jagi, calm down” jungkook laughs while being forcefully dragged to walk two times as fast to the entrance of the coffee shop.

“ohmygosh- baby look this is so cute!” you squeal as you scan the room, pretty flowers adorn the ceiling and there was even a house cat that lived in the coffee shop, according to the website.

even after the waiter had sat the both of you down and given you the menus to place your order, you quickly got distracted and walked towards the cat laying near the entrance.

“hiii cutie, oh my goodness,” you coo as the cat purrs, flipping over on its back to let you scratch its tummy.

“jagi-ah, you want the matcha latte right?” jungkook calls out as he peers over from the menu.

“yeah, you can order whatever food, i can share with you,” you don’t even look back at your boyfriend as you continue to shower the fat grey cat with attention.

—-

“baby, come the food is here,” your boyfriend calls out to you again, you unwillingly walk back to the table as you bid the cat goodbye.

“NO WAIT-” you nearly scream and jungkook who had a fork in his hand, ready to devour the pancakes prettily plated in front of him.

“jesus, you scared me,” your boyfriend grumbled as he leaned back in his chair, forgetting that you always scolded him whenever he began to eat without allowing you to take photos of the food.

“if you had put the fork in the pancake i would have killed you,” you snap a picture of the pancake, angling it so that jungkook’s torso was in the frame.

“okay now can i eat?” jungkook whines as you snap a couple more, nodding to him as he absolutely destroys the stack of pancakes, making the one’s at the top fall all over the place. you decide to let that slide.

“baby, try my drink,” you hold out your cup towards him, but jungkook only scrunches up his face seeing the green drink he always had a strong hatred to.

“you know i hate that thing, its disgusting,” your boyfriend refuses the offer, but you wont take no for an answer.

“just try it, trust me its like sooooo good,” you definitely weren’t exaggerating in your opinion, but jungkook thinks otherwise.

you laugh as your boyfriend hisses as the drink slides up the straw into his mouth.

“urgh, taste like shit,” he groans as you slap his arm.

“don’t say that here! the staff can hear you!” you scold him but he waves you off anyways.

before you can say anything else, your boyfriend is stuffing a huge mouth of pancakes into your mouth as you can only frown at him.

he snaps a picture on his phone.

“baby what do u think about getting matching bracelets, i saw a shop had one and its pretty cute,” jungkook talks to you as you nod, still chewing the huge amount of pancakes in your mouth.

“urgh, you stuffed so much in my mouth,” you say as you dramatically gasp for air after swallowing.

“isn’t the first time i did that,” he’s smirking as if he was very proud of his comment.

“jungkook!” you hiss at him as you look around, thankfully the cafe was not too packed, so hopefully no one heard.

“i wasn’t lying,”

the audacity to give you a sly smile.

——

“babe, why are we at cartier,” you ask, as jungkook drags you by the hand into the shop before you can resist

“what do you mean?” he smiles back at you, “to buy our bracelets!”

your jaw drops as your boyfriend is grinning widely at you.

“baby, nonono- we can’t do this, it’s so much money,” you start to try and pull your hand away from him, but your boyfriend is too strong to let go.

“why not, it can be our anniversary gift!” he pulls you closer to him and wraps his arm around your waist, leading you towards the display cases.

“babe, our anniversary was two months ago and you bought me an expensive handbag, don’t make excuses,” you whine as you want to run out of the store, not wanting your boyfriend to spend so much money on you for the millionth time this year.

“it’s okay baby i want this, even if you don’t want it ill wear both for myself,” he sits you down on the chair at the display case as he tells the staff which piece of jewelry he wants to see.

“we both know you will end up making me wear one,”

“exactly”

so thats how you ended up with two cartier love bracelets, one on each of you, that cost way more than you want to imagine.

but you thank jungkook for it anyways.

——

your last destination for the day is the mall, to run a few errands like picking up groceries for the house.

but your terrible at sticking to the plan as you drag jungkook into the store that caught your attention.

jungkook groans as you begin to saunter towards the giant eevee plushie at the near end of the small shop.

“baby, come on, let’s stick to our plan and go to the supermarket,” jungkook tries to gently coax you away from that terrible giant piece of fluff that you might eventually convince him to let you bring home.

“but baby, i really really need this,” you pout at the huge plushie, pointing towards it as you slowly manage to drag your boyfriend closer and closer to it.

each step was a step closer to victory.

——-

“i can’t believe i have this huge ass thing in the back of my car right now,”

you frown at your boyfriend’s mean and horrible words.

“don’t say that to eevee, you will make her cry,” you smack your boyfriend’s arm as he looks at you in offense

“that thing can’t hear me and it doesn’t have feelings baby, it’s okay,”

“don’t call it a thing!”

in the end jungkook is forced to give your new plushie a big warm welcome into your shared apartment as he sets the huge soft toy down in the middle of the living room.

[hayakawalove]

Test of Love (Chapter Seven)

Chapter Seven

All Chapters

Summary: You find someone you aren't expecting when walking with Suguru. Later, you and Satoru get sneaky.

A/N: Thank you for being so patient. I know it's taking awhile to get to the poly stuff, but I promise we're getting there. Just want it to feel natural as reader doesn't want to rush things. If I was her though I would be taking both at the same time within an hour of meeting them. This chapter made me a bit nervous, it feels a bit boring compared to other ones. I am pumped for the next chapter though, we're gonna get into some poly goodness. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Praise, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Semi Public Sex, Bullying Sort Of, Mild Violence, Slightly Unnerving Feelings, Female Reader, AFAB Reader W/C: 7,146

For once, Suguru is up before Satoru. It’s pretty rare for that to happen. Normally, Satoru is up several hours before Suguru, and more often than not he’s out of the house before Suguru’s eyes even open. Suguru likes waking up first, it gives him the chance to cook for Satoru. He enjoys cooking for him as it ensures that Satoru is eating a proper meal. Satoru is a grown man, but you’d never be able to tell with his diet.

Suguru’s looking down at the stove when he hears Satoru pad into the room. His eyes are droopy with sleep and his mouth is open in a wide yawn.

“Hey sleepyhead.”

Suguru likes seeing Satoru like this. A slice of normalcy in an otherwise godly man.

Satoru grumbles back before sitting at the bar, watching as Suguru finishes cooking. Once he does, he makes a plate before sliding it to Satoru. Pancakes and eggs, Suguru would have preferred to make something more healthy but he knew Satoru would have complained.

Suguru leans against the counter with his mug in his hand. He takes his coffee black, letting the bitter taste slide down his throat. The flavor didn’t bother him, he was used to bitter things. It couldn’t be worse than the curses he swallowed on a regular basis. 

Satoru is dousing his pancakes in syrup, eyes wide as he watches it cover the entirety of it. He takes several bites before reaching forward to grab the mug Suguru set out for him. It had coffee in it, the color slightly lighter than Suguru’s. 

He adds a couple more sugar cubes in it, even though Suguru already added some, before stirring the drink. Suguru’s watching with his face pinched up as Satoru downs the drink. 

“It’s not really coffee at that point.” Suguru mumbles. 

“Tastes like coffee to me.” 

“Does it?” 

Satoru finishes his drink and stares at Suguru in defiance as he licks his top lip. Suguru chuckles and lifts his mug up to take another sip. 

The apartment is quiet as Suguru stands next to Satoru while he finishes his breakfast. All Suguru wants to do is drag Satoru back to bed, but he knows he can’t. 

As Suguru watches his boyfriend, he allows his mind to drift.

His mind drifts to you. 

“I’m a bit shocked, Satoru.” 

“Hm?” 

“I didn’t know what to expect from someone you had a crush on.” Suguru folds his arms. “Not that I really expected her to be normal, you like her after all.”

“Feels like you’re dissing yourself, but go on.” 

“She’s better than I expected. You picked good.”

Suguru sees a small grin appear on Satoru’s lips before he sits up, jumping off the chair to stand to his full height. The two are the same height, but Suguru still feels small in Satoru’s presence sometimes. He’s bulkier than Satoru, but his boyfriend's attitude has always been larger than life.

“Careful, I might think you’re complimenting me.” Satoru says.

“God forbid.” Suguru replies.

Suguru’s lips spread into a smile as does Satoru’s. The two stare at each other for a moment until Suguru reaches a hand up, fixing Satoru’s hair. He lets his thumb graze Satoru’s bottom lip, swiping away stray syrup. Satoru allows his cheek to nuzzle in Suguru’s palm, finding peace for a brief second before he’s faced with the reality of the day. 

“I love you.” Suguru murmurs. 

“I love you too.” 

Satoru presses his lips against Suguru, and Suguru begins to think maybe he prefers sweetness over bitterness. 

~~~ 

It’s Monday, the idea of a brand new week was making your shoulders sag. You had a great weekend, but now you were forced to go back to reality. How annoying. The day had gone by okay at least; in terms of craziness it was surprisingly mellow. The students didn’t have any missions, all they had to do was a couple of tests. You were grading them when you got a text message. 

Suguru: hey

Suguru: have any plans for dinner?

You grin at your screen before picking your phone up. 

You: no, I was just going to pick up something from town

Suguru: stop by our place instead, I can make a home cooked meal.

That sounded wonderful. Ever since you had met Suguru, you had been eating exponentially better. Before, you only ate boxed meals and that was only if you were lucky. You never had time to cook, your days were constantly filled with shit that needed to be done.

You breeze through the rest of grading in order to see him sooner. You’re practically jumping up and down by the time you slide from your classroom. 

There was no reason to go home to change. You weren’t sure at what point in time you started to get more comfortable around the boys, but you no longer felt the need to dress up. You’ve already humiliated yourself in front of them enough to now feel at ease with them. Memories from your drunken mishap fill your mind and you try to shake them away. 

Honestly, it was a miracle they still talked to you at all. You were mortified. But they didn’t seem too bothered. 

Although Satoru has teased you about it multiple times so far, even though it happened only a couple days ago.

You’re standing in front of their front door when you see Suguru. He’s wearing a soft smile as he greets you, the smell of his cologne falling over you. 

“Hey.” He says, leaning down as he holds your chin. 

His lips press against yours, and your heart skips a beat. When he pulls away you have to avert your gaze in order to not pass out. 

“You look beautiful.” He murmurs, gesturing you inside. 

“You’re sweet. I'm just wearing my school uniform.” 

“I think you could make anything beautiful.”

Ever the charmer. 

You chuff and set your bags down, wandering to their kitchen. It was remarkably clean, but that didn’t surprise you. Every time you had been over it was almost impossible to find something out of place. It was hard to decide who was the cleanlier of the two. 

Satoru was a neat person. Most people wouldn’t guess it due to his personality. You think it’s because of his childhood. A home that was sterile and clinical. It didn’t seem like a home at all. He had hired help growing up, so there was never a mess. You guess he probably got used to it. 

Suguru just feels like he would hate mess. With his nearly maternal behaviors, it would surprise you if he was unorganized.

“That was smooth.” You respond, smiling as he follows you into the kitchen. 

You can tell he’s been rummaging around, there were piles of food on the counter, none of which could make a comprehensive meal. Honestly, you would have been fine eating a bowl of ramen. Something tells you Suguru wouldn’t want something so boring, though.

“Good. I practiced, you know.” He replies with ease, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Suguru’s beginning to slide the food back into the cupboards, looking at you over his shoulder. 

“We’re out of what we need for dinner tonight. I’m sorry. I was just going to go to the store to pick it up, then I can get started. You can stay here if you’d like.” 

You watch his broad frame from behind. Tendons are lining his arms as he stretches across the counter. You never understood how people could look at art for hours, but you think you were starting to get it. Suguru was sculpted by the gods, you were sure of it. Hand picked features chosen down to the smallest detail. You could look at him for hours.

“No, I can go with you!” You rush out as you watch him. 

You really didn’t want to be alone in their apartment.

His face lights up at your exclamation. How cute. It doesn’t take him long before he’s ready to head out. You follow shortly behind him as the two of you exit the apartment, making your way to the store. He grabs your hand the second he closes the front door. The protectiveness is heartwarming. 

It feels entirely domestic how you go shopping together. Suguru’s large frame is leaned over a shopping cart as you roam the isles. He put you in charge of holding the shopping list, having you read out each ingredient the both of you needed. Suguru wanted to make Dutch oven chicken, which sounded way too fancy in your opinion, but the idea of it did make your mouth water. 

“Is that everything?” He asks once the cart is full, peering over your shoulder. 

The proximity leaves you breathless, and you have to clear your throat to avoid groaning. 

“Yeah. I think so.” When you turn your head he looks much closer than you expected. 

“Alright. What kind of treat do you want?” 

“Treat?”

“Yeah. Everytime I go shopping I buy Satoru something sweet. He complains if I don’t. And it’s cute to see how excited he gets when I do bring something home. Do you want something sweet or salty?” 

Your eyes look up in thought as you follow him to the junk food aisle. It was really starting to feel like you were ingrained in their relationship. You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it just felt so right. Part of you was worried they would get tired of your presence, but you knew they wouldn’t keep you around if that was the case. 

Suguru’s browsing the shelves of chocolate in front of him, chin propped between his fingers. He looks deep in thought as he decides which treat to get Satoru, and your eyes constantly flick over to him before looking back at the food in front of you. 

You want to tell him how much you like him, but you can’t find the words. They’re lurking in the back of your throat, seconds from spilling over your lips.

“Are you ready?” Suguru asks, ripping you from your thoughts. 

“Yeah!”

You decide to just get a packet of M&Ms, small and cheap, while Suguru picks out Reese’s for Satoru.

He allows you to carry one bag after much begging on your part, but he does most of the heavy lifting. 

Suguru’s pace is slow as you walk beside him, making your way back to his apartment. He could be walking much faster with those ridiculously long legs of his, so you find it sweet that he’s lingering for you. 

“I’m starving…” You whine, eyes drifting to the street food vendors lining the sidewalks. 

The smell of some of them was causing your head to swirl. 

“I’m sorry, I could buy you something small to tide you over until dinners ready.”

“Really? You aren’t scared it would spoil my appetite?” 

“Yeah, I can't have you starving to death.” He begins. “Plus I can’t say no to spoiling you.” 

Your eyes dart away as he grins. 

“Which one do you want?” He stops in his tracks as you review your options.

You look around to find a vendor that has the shortest line. It's a bit difficult as there were crowds at each one, but there was one close that sold traditional Japanese food that didn’t look too crowded. 

The two of you walk over and wait in line.

You release a sigh and rest your head against Suguru’s arm, beginning to let your mind glaze over. 

“Is Satoru joining us tonight?” You ask, half expecting him to say no. 

“Yeah, he’s just finishing some things up at the school first.” 

An image of sharing a dinner with the two of them flashes in your brain and your stomach fills with excitement. 

You let your eyes wander around, listening as Suguru talks. Admittedly, you were beginning to daze off at the sound of his voice. It was so comforting that your mind was turning off. 

When you look in front of you to the right, you see something. There’s a man who looks strangely familiar behind a woman. His eyes are flicking up rapidly to watch her as he reaches a hand out. 

Fire. 

A small flame bursts from his hands, small enough that no one except you notices. He holds the fire to her left sleeve, causing her head to snap down at the heat. As she does so, he grabs the purse from her right hand while she’s distracted.

“Hey-“ you step forward. 

The man jolts at your attention. You lock eyes for a split second before he’s turning around and running away. 

“What? Suguru, I'll be right back!” Your feet carry you in the same direction of the man. 

He’s fast. He reminds you a bit of a dog with the way he carefully weaves between crowds of people in an attempt to lose you. Adrenaline is rushing through your veins, your throat dry from the chase. 

He turns down an alley and you have no choice but to follow him. The bag you’re holding slips from your hands as you speed towards him. It's dark and dingy as you skid down the alley. Exactly the kind of place where you’d run into unsavory people.

Where was he? 

You turn around and something hits the side of your face. He punched you. Iron fills your mouth as you fly your arm out, making contact with his cheek. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten in a fist fight with someone. He’s bigger than you, so you’re forced to use your speed to your advantage. 

You swear you know him, his name is on the tip of your tongue.

Your elbow darts out, hitting him in the chest. He coughs loudly and you use the short moment of pause to tackle him to the ground. 

It’s hard to tell how many times you’ve hit him. Your arm winds back to punch him again before something stops you. 

Pain. 

Something is grabbing your hair, yanking you back. You shout in agony as you blindly reach behind, trying to figure out what got you. 

There’s another man, his fist holding your hair in a tight grip. The guy beneath you scrambles to his feet as you thrash around. 

Guess it’s time to use your technique. How annoying.

All of a sudden the pressure is released from your head and you’re able to breathe again. 

Someone else is in the alley now. 

Suguru. 

He had used his technique to pin the man holding your hair against the wall. He’s squirming under Suguru’s curses and you can't help but marvel. It was the first time you had seen him use his technique. 

Remembering the other man, you quickly turn around and pin him back down, looking up at Suguru. 

It seemed so effortless for him, meanwhile you were panting from the hard work. 

“Thank you.” You heave out. 

Suguru’s eyes drop to you and you feel your stomach turn. His stare was so cold. So this is what he looked like in battle? It’s a bit scary, he was nearly unrecognizable.

As soon as you catch the glimpse of the Sorcerer side of Suguru, he’s already switched back to the personality you’re used to. He grins at you before looking back at the attackers. 

“Who are you?” Suguru asks. 

You look down to the man beneath you and it finally clicks. It was Mahiro, the fire user you and Satoru had talked about. It was a coincidence you ran into him like this. 

If this was Mahiro, then who was the other guy? 

“Suguru, this is the guy who’s been attacking the school.” 

The two men look at each other, they looked a bit helpless. 

Suguru’s eyes light up as he stares at them, you watch in real time as he makes the connection. You have so many questions to ask the two of them, but more than anything you just wanted to know why. Why were they threatening the school? Why now? 

“We should bring them to Jujutsu High. We can question them there.” Suguru’s pulling out his phone to dial someone, likely an assistant. 

~~~

When you get to the school, it’s completely quiet. Most people had gone home or to their dorms. The only people wandering about were principal Yaga and Satoru, who’s whereabouts you weren’t even sure of.

“Thank you.” Yaga nods you off as he closes the door to one of the rooms holding the prisoners.

As he closes the door, you’re able to catch one last glance at the second man, your eyes locking before the door slams shut.

The two men were locked in different cells, waiting for further questioning. They might have to wait until tomorrow because of how busy everyone was, but you didn't care at all.

Suguru had accompanied you in dropping them off, but left shortly after. I need to take the groceries home, he told you. It almost seemed like he was in a rush to leave the campus. You wonder if it makes him uncomfortable to wander the halls from his childhood. 

The adrenaline was catching up to you now, you could  feel the ache in your body begin to settle. There’s blood running down your nose and you wouldn’t be surprised if your face was starting to swell. The life of a sorcerer was rough, all you wanted to do was relax tonight with Suguru and Satoru, however it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.

You’re standing in the bathroom, dabbing a wet paper towel against your nose when the door swings open. 

Satoru. 

“Hey.” He speaks, looking at you in the mirror. 

It's weird like this. Seeing him in his uniform and blindfold makes you feel separated. He isn't Satoru when he’s dressed like this. He’s Gojo, the strongest sorcerer who’s currently living. The difference in your abilities is glaringly obvious. 

You try to remind yourself he’s just Satoru, your Satoru. 

Even if you weren’t sure if he was yours at all.

“Hey.” You reply, wincing as the towel bumps your nose. 

Luckily, you weren’t as swollen as you expected yourself to be, but there was dried blood everywhere. 

Satoru strolls up to you, hips leaning against the counter. He grabs the paper towel from your hand and tilts your face up, sliding the towel where you were holding it. He’s wiping your blood away, trying not to bump your nose. 

“I can do it myself, you know.” 

“I know.” He says, but doesn’t stop. 

“You were hot out there.” Satoru goes on. 

“You weren’t even there.”

“Didn't have to be, Suguru told me about it. Sexy of you to beat the shit out of a man.”

You chuckle and glance at his face. His hair looked soft to the touch, his skin perfect. 

Focus.

Memories flood your mind of the fight. You didn’t do that good. Suguru had to save your ass, you weren’t sure if you would’ve made it if he didn’t come. At the very least they would have escaped. 

“I don't know about that. Suguru helped.”

“Sure he helped, but you’re the one who noticed Mahiro. And you chased after him. It takes a lot of balls to chase after someone when you don’t know what they’re capable of, or if they’re even alone. And I know you don’t have balls.”

Satoru cracks a smile when he hears you laugh. He’s making it difficult to mope, the heavy weight of inadequacy on your shoulders being overshadowed by his proximity. 

“I'm serious, I wonder how other sorcerers get anything done with the two of you around.”

“We’re strong, but we need people like you too.” 

Satoru tosses the paper towel away and admires his work before washing his hands. 

“Sure.” You chuckle.

“And you’re strong too.” 

“Would you like me if I was weak?” You allow the question to hang in the air.

“You aren’t weak.” 

Satoru holds your hip before he leans down to place his lips on yours. There’s still a faint taste of iron in your mouth, but it doesn't seem to bother Satoru. His fingers wrap around your hips in such a way that makes you dizzy. You knew they were long, but it never failed to make you swoon. 

You run your fingers through his hair and chuckle at the whine he lets out. Satoru was a touchy person. At first it didn’t really make sense to you. He spent a large portion of his life trying to make it so people couldn’t touch him, but then you realized that that was why he wanted it so badly. He craved intimacy in a way most people took for granted. It made you sad. Whenever you thought about his circumstances for too long you got sad, though.

Satoru must notice that your mind is getting off track, his voice comes out low as he speaks. 

“Hey, I’m right here.” It sounds like a jest, reminding you of his presence. As if he’s saying don’t ignore me. But it also sounds like he said it to remind you. Don’t veer too far off track. It's all okay. I'm here. 

His tongue twirls against yours and you’re running out of breath. It’s distracting you from the pain beneath your skin, so you don't care. He places both hands on your waist and lifts you up until you’re placed on the counter.

A clattering in the halls breaks you from the heat of the moment. Yaga must’ve just walked by. 

“Satoru, we should stop.” You reluctantly pull away and look up at him.

Even when you’re sitting on the counter, he’s still much taller than you. 

“Why?” He sounds genuinely confused as he asks this. 

You scoff and look towards the door then back at him. 

“We’re at school.” 

“So?”

His lips are slick with your spit and it’s raising the temperature of your body. You wonder if the six eyes can see that. 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“I'm never not serious.” He replies.

You squint at him as your mouth drops open slightly. You weren’t sure he was ever completely serious. Satoru leans back and locks the door before pushing himself up against you once more. Your head backs away in an attempt to create distance between you two, but you can’t run far as the mirror stops you. 

“Careful, don't wanna hurt yourself now.” He murmurs.

Your throat is dry at the sound of his voice. His hand comes up to hold your face as he presses his lips against yours, sloppy sounds filling the bathroom.

Your body almost aches at the way your heart was racing. 

It’s hard to deny yourself any longer. You wrap your legs around him to bring him in as close as possible. He offers a sly grin against your lips as you fall into his trap. 

Satoru pulls away to kiss down your neck, biting when he pleases. You’re worried the taste of your skin is bitter from fighting earlier, knowing sweat covered your body, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he almost seems drunk on the taste. 

You’re debating how nude you want to get in this dingy bathroom when Satoru steps away, his hands gripping the tops of your pants. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking behind his blindfold. He yanks your pants and underwear down until they hit the floor and you have half the mind to scold him. 

Satoru shuts you up before you even have the chance to complain. He’s crouching in front of you, tongue darting out to swipe through your pussy. He looks a bit awkward beneath you, his frame much too large to be huddled between your legs in this bathroom.

Your hands hastily grip at his hair, your thighs shaking from pleasure. A brief thought crosses your mind, hopefully you weren’t being too loud. You would try to quiet yourself down, but you knew Satoru would only see that as a challenge to make you louder. 

You tilt your head back and let your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation of his mouth latching onto your clit. His fingers dig into your skin, a dull pain throbbing through your thighs. 

You decide you like when he makes it hurt.

Moans fill the bathroom, bouncing off the walls. His tongue doesn’t let up for even a second, gliding from your clit to your hole. He was so good at it, it almost made you mad. Leave it to Satoru to be perfect at everything. 

“Satoru-“ you’re groaning, fingers tangled in a mess of wispy clouds, pulling each time he crosses over a tender spot. 

You aren’t sure where he’s looking, or if he’s even looking at all. You wonder if he was watching the way your face pinches, moans falling freely from your lips as if you were in the privacy of your own home, or if he was watching your swollen sex, needy for him.

Once upon a time he told you that even when his eyes were closed he could still see everything. You weren’t sure if he was being honest at the time, but you were starting to believe him. He was navigating your body too well if his eyes were closed.

The counter is cold beneath you as you fly your hands back to try to keep yourself steady. The discomfort is no match for the way he’s making you feel. You moan out as he pulls his lips away, strings of your slick connecting the two of you. You bite your cheek at the sight, forcing yourself to look away. 

“You getting all shy on me now?” He teases. “It’s a bit late for that.” 

“I'm not shy-“ 

Satoru stands up to his full height before dropping his face in front of yours. He’s so close you can smell the musk on his lips. 

He doesn’t lick them clean. 

“Yeah? I don’t make you embarrassed?”

“No, why would you make me-“ you begin, eyes still facing to the side.

You feel something slide between your lower lips, then you’re met with the blunt tip of his cock pushing at your entrance. Your hands fly up to grab his shirt, looking down at where he slowly slides himself inside of you.

“Then look at me.” He orders.

You moan as he pushes himself fully inside. If you look at him, he’d be able to see how embarrassed you were. You couldn’t let him win. Then again, you weren’t completely sure he couldn’t see how fast your heart was beating now.

When you look up at Satoru, he begins to slowly fuck you. The angle makes it so his cock drags against your gspot each and every time. You think his eyebrows must be furrowed by the crease in his mask, but you can’t be too sure. 

You jump to the conclusion that if he got to see you, you wanted to see him as well. 

“Satoru, your blindfold.” You moan. 

His pace falters before he’s grinning. He reaches up to tug at the blindfold. 

“Want to see my eyes while I fuck you?” 

Satoru pulls the blindfold until it’s laying around his neck. Clear blues look at you, and you have to stop yourself from swaying. You must’ve clenched because Satoru’s laughing. He picks up the speed and holds your waist as he fucks into you. You try to maintain eye contact with him, you really do, but the task is proving to be nearly impossible. 

With every thrust your lids flutter, the pleasure is almost too much.

“So perfect.” Satoru murmurs to himself as he stares at the expressions on your face. ”Tell me how it feels.” He all but begs. 

“Feels so, oh fuck,” 

“Come on baby.” He holds your legs open as he groans. 

“So good, so good.” You say.

Satoru wets his bottom lip with his tongue, and he reaches his hand out to slide against your clit. 

“Wrap your legs around me.” 

You follow his orders and squeeze his hips. 

“There you go, you’re so talented.” 

Is he teasing you? 

You don’t mind. 

His finger brushes against your clit and your mouth drops open. You’re about to moan when his other hand darts up to cover your mouth. 

“I know it feels good, but we can’t be too noisy, right?” 

He’s staring into your eyes as he circles your clit. You shake your head ‘no’ and look up at him with wide eyes, your ankles bumping his back.

You don’t have enough oxygen like this, but you think that’s what makes it feel even better. Satoru keeps his eyes on yours as he rubs your clit, his thrusting starting to get irregular. You rest your hands behind you to stabilize yourself. 

Close, close. 

Satoru speeds his thumb up, trying to make you cum first. 

Your foot rapidly taps his back to warn him of your oncoming orgasm, and he wordlessly promises to guide you through it. 

Your eyes roll back and he watches as you fall apart in his hold, your pussy cumming around him as your body begs him for his release. 

He’s having a hard time remaining quiet himself, small grunts coming out of his filtered lips.

You bat your eyelashes as you look up at him, a lust filled haze settling over you. He maintains eye contact with you as his lips pop open, letting out a grunt that’s too loud falling from his mouth. Liquid fills you from the inside out, a fuzzy feeling over taking you. His body is twitching as he rests his forehead against your shoulder, his breath sliding against your skin.

If only you weren’t in this shitty bathroom. You really want to lay with him, but you have to face the hallways of your work.

He grunts and pulls away, eyes drawn to the way his cum begins to seep from you. Something flashes across his features, a spark lighting up his eyes and a twitch of his lips. Your heart flutters, but you would never admit that to him. He was already cocky enough.

“Guess I need to clean you up again, huh?” He chuckles and tucks himself away before pulling paper towels up to swipe through your folds. 

You cringe at the feel of it and look away. You probably weren’t going to be able to see those the same way again. Satoru tosses the used paper towels in the garbage before offering you his hand, assisting you in hopping off the counter. You glare at your discarded pants on the floor, muttering to yourself as you pick them up. Did he really have to put them on the ground? 

When you look his way again, you can’t find it in yourself to be angry. Satoru has a goofy grin on his face as he pulls his blindfold back over his eyes. You try not to appear too disappointed. The more often you saw his eyes, the more often you felt greedy. You cursed the world for giving him such a gift, only to force him to hide it.

He follows you out of the bathroom and you’re thanking god Yaga isn't near. That was a conversation you really didn’t want to have. 

The halls of Jujutsu High at night are different than they are during the day time. The school isn't densely populated by any means, but when the sun is up you can at least hear distant laughter, or yelling depending on the person, and the atmosphere feels different. It’s light, the sun shines through the windows and you almost forget where you are. 

At night, that all changes. You’re forced to remember where you are, and who has walked down these halls. Faces of classmates and teachers you would never see again, knowing there was a very real chance you would join the ranks among them. The lights don't flicker though, which is a plus, but you almost wish they did. Jujutsu High had enough money that everything was always working. It only added to the way it all felt fake, like it was frozen in time.

A shiver runs up your spine and you nearly jump when Satoru brushes behind you. What were you scared of? You fought curses everyday. Maybe you were scared that there weren’t any curses right now. That usually meant something was lurking behind you.

Satoru’s looking down at his phone, looking at a message.

“Suguru texted.” He tells you. “He said dinner is almost ready.” 

Satoru types out a response before looking back up at you.

There was nothing left for you to do at the school. The interrogations would start tomorrow, and Satoru would be the one holding them.

“Is there anything else we need to do here?” You question, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides. 

“Not unless you wanna go another round in the supply closet.” Satoru says with a smile, slipping his phone in his pocket.

You scoff and nudge him before walking down the hallway, hoping he was following you. 

You hear his soft foot fall behind you and you let your shoulders sag from relief. He’s walking behind you, joking around but you don’t really hear him.

Why are you so uncomfortable right now? 

The school usually made you uncomfortable at night, but it was worse tonight. Your skin crawls as you try to walk straight, keeping your head held high in spite of the fear. 

“There you are. Was wondering where you two were.” 

You jump in your spot a bit before turning your head, eyes meeting Yaga. 

You feel Satoru’s gaze on the back of your head but you pay him no mind. 

“What’s up?” You ask.

“You two are good to go home. The two curse users should be fine overnight.” Yaga seems a bit distracted, you can only assume it’s because the people who’ve been after the school have been apprehended.

Satoru waves off Yaga before dragging you to the teachers lounge. He barely gives you enough time to grab everything before he’s pulling you outside. He’s telling you it’s because he’s starving, which can’t be true. He had half his weight in food during lunch. 

He talks to you for most of the way to his house. You’re grateful as it takes your mind off the interviews that would begin tomorrow.

~~~

“We're home!” Satoru yells. 

You try not to let the way he included you in the same sentence as home warm you up too much. This isn't your home after all. 

But it could be. 

Suguru rounds the corner and you have to bite back a smile. His hair is pulled up and he’s wearing an apron. He looks so domesticated. 

He slides up to Satoru and pulls him into a hug, sharing a kiss. You avert your eyes because really, you didn’t know if you were allowed to look. Sure, you’ve had sex with them, but being with them individually was much more different than being thrust in the middle. 

Once Suguru is finished kissing Satoru, he faces you. He grips your chin and tilts your head up until your eyes meet his. He presses a kiss on your forehead, making you smile. You don't see the way his nostrils twitch and the glance he sends Satoru’s way. 

“It’s ready, why don't you go sit at the table and Satoru and I can bring it out.” 

You bite back a retort of wanting to help, something tells you Suguru wouldn’t have any of it. When you get to the table you can tell that they don't have too many visitors over. The table has four chairs, but only two of them are worn, one more so than the other. 

Satoru comes in with two plates, a large grin on his face. He sets yours down in front of you and digs into his the second he sits beside you. It looked amazing. Suguru really was an amazing cook. The two of the boys were so talented, you wouldn’t believe it if someone told you they couldn’t do something. 

Suguru sets his plate down and sits across from you, his fox eyes settled on your face. Fear, no, anticipation flows through your body as you meet his eyes. 

“How was your day? After we dropped the two off.” He asks. 

He doesn’t start eating until you do. 

“It was good.” You leave out the part where the school made you unnerved. 

“Mahiro wouldn’t stop talking, including after we locked him up. The other one…”

You remember the other man. He was quiet. From the moment you saw him to the moment you chained him down, he was silent. 

“Didn't talk at all.” You pause in eating, staring at your plate. 

“He talked. Only once though.” Satoru says, pushing his plate in front of him.

He was done?

“Hold on, huh?” Your eyes fly up to him. He looks unbothered, head resting on his fist. 

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that, Suguru.” 

Suguru’s eye twitches as he leans back, silent as Satoru continues to talk. 

“He only said one thing. He said he would only talk to you.” 

The table quiets down as the knowledge settles over you and Suguru. Why hadn’t Satoru told you? Then again, it’s not like it would’ve really mattered. 

“That's all he said.” Satoru speaks. “You don't have to obviously, but, I think you should.”

You wonder why he wants to talk to Suguru so bad. Was it because he got his ass kicked by him? Jujutsu users alike all either jumped at the chance to talk to Satoru, or were afraid of him. But something was telling you this guy wasn’t afraid of Satoru. 

“I’ll do it.”

Satoru grins and looks back to you. 

“You can interview Mahiro with me if you like.” 

You think about what you’d like to ask Mahiro as you eat. You aren’t really sure what to investigate. Your job was strictly educational, only leaving the classroom to assist students with missions. It might be a little exciting to do something different. 

Satoru takes turns talking to you and Suguru as you eat, occasionally forcing both of you to listen as he goes on tangents. It was a bit cute like this. Each time he started to talk about a subject he was passionate about, he would grow a large smile and he practically bounced in his seat.

You check your phone as Satoru is talking and you notice the time. It was past 10 pm. Not too late, but way later than you were meaning to stay. 

“Is something wrong?” Suguru asks. 

“Just a bit late is all. I need to figure out how to get home.” You really didn’t feel like walking the streets or sitting in a subway. 

“Why don't you just stay the night?” Suguru proposes. 

He softly laughs at your expression, standing up to grab your empty plate. 

“You’ve done it before. You can also use our shower.” Suguru leaves before you can further debate him. 

You didn’t want to intrude, although it did sound nice. 

“That's a great idea! You’re okay with it, right?” Satoru jumps to his feet and skirts around the table. 

He takes your hand into his and pulls you along, pulling you into the direction of their bedroom. 

“I-I guess so.” You murmur and look around. 

The lamps are low, casting the bedroom in a dim warm glow. You can feel your body growing tired just from being in the presence. 

“You can just use whatever in the shower. Suguru’s got some nice stuff in there, although he won’t let me touch it.” Satoru goes on and turns around to flip the light switch on in the bathroom.

It’s fairly big. There’s a standing shower with see through walls, and a large bathtub to the side. You find yourself feeling jealous as you look around.

“Is it really okay if I stay?” You ask. 

“Yeah, definitely.” Satoru twirls around and looks you up and down. 

“Okay.”

“I’ll let you get to it then!” He exits.

You take your time in sliding your clothes off, carefully putting them on the toilet lid. You had to admit, it would be nice to take a shower here and not have to travel tonight.

The water spouts out from the shower head, coating you in the warmth. You allow your eyes to drift closed as you stand there for several moments, soaking it up. Reluctantly, you open your eyes and search around for shampoo. 

Once you’re done, you step out and wrap a fluffy towel around your body. It was so soft. You nuzzle against it then your eyes fly open. 

You don't have any clothes. 

You could wear your dirty clothes, but the idea made you cringe. 

Maybe Satoru was getting you something to wear?

The room is quiet as you open the bathroom door. Neither of them are there, so you step out, holding the towel tight around your body. 

“Satoru?” You raise your voice. 

There’s shuffling from outside the room, and Satoru pops in. He’s wearing a black shirt with boxers. His eyes are exposed as he looks you up and down. 

“My bad, I was gonna find something for you to wear. Unless of course you don’t want to wear anything.” He taunts.

“A tshirt and shorts will do.” You laugh. 

“Well, it was worth a shot.” Satoru gives an exaggerated pout.

You chuckle and stand still as he goes over to his dresser. Even in his own house, he looks abnormally tall next to everything. 

The view from behind is great. 

He turns around and strides up to you, holding out a shirt, shorts, and even underwear. He’s holding them in his palm, but when you try to pull them away from him he doesn’t let go. You try one more time but he doesn’t budge, instead he’s staring at you with a grin.

Satoru leans down and presses his lips against yours. They’re plush on yours, his tongue slightly sticking out to graze against your lips. 

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down, pressing your chest against his. 

The door creaks open and Suguru walks in. 

“I’m sorry, you don’t have-“ he stops speaking as he sees you and Satoru. 

The room is devoid of any sounds as the three of you stare at each other. You can’t tell if he’s trying to comprehend the situation, or if he’s trying to soak up the sight.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go.” He quickly says, backing away. 

It was sweet. He was respecting your wishes. They knew you wanted to take it slow so you could warm up to them. You didn’t want to drown in them right away. But maybe you were ready.

“Suguru-“ you begin.

“Stay.”

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 17: PERIOD PAIN

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Fluff, Smut

“What is it?” Cillian asked, seeing how you had panicked in a flash.

“I am so sorry. Don’t fucking look” you said hysterically as you quickly pulled away from him and set up in earnest. “In fact, don’t fucking move” you then said just as a few tears shot into the corners of your eyes. “Where are your flannels?” you wanted to know as the tone in your voice changed, which is when Cillian did exactly what you told him not to do.

“Y/N, what’ the…” he asked before looking down and in between where your legs were still engrossed before, suddenly, breathing out a sigh of relief. “You’ve got your period” he then chuckled but you did not think that it was funny at all.

“Yes, and it’s fucking embarrassing” you thus said while covering your face, which is when Cillian pulled your hands to the side so that he could look at you.

“Come here” he then said gently before pulling you in for a kiss, but you were not up for it. “It’s natural, you know” he thus pointed out sarcastically after you pulled away.

“Yes, but it is also such a turnoff” you pointed out, seeing that you had left a stain on the sheets as well as his thighs.

“I honestly couldn’t care less” Cillian said while pulling you close and on top of him which somewhat took you by surprise. “Once we are finished, I will just go and have a shower and change the sheets. It’s really not a big deal” he then said before kissing you passionately but the fact that you had just gotten your periods after a dry spell of eight weeks meant that you were rather uncomfortable.

“Oh no…we are most defiantly finished now, Cill” you murmured against his lips before pushing his hands away from your ass, being much to close to the area you needed him to avoid.

“No round two?” Cillian pouted and you shook your head.

“Absolutely not! Not while I am on my period” you told him firmly before telling him that you could not believe that he was even considering it.

“And I can’t believe that you wouldn’t. It’s not a big deal. Not in my opinion anyway” Cillian said before suggesting to run you a bath while he changes the sheets, which was an offer you gladly accepted.

****

The following morning, after an almost sleepless night of stomach cramps, you rolled out of bed at around nine and were greeted with the delicious smell of breakfast.

“Good Morning Sleepyhead” Cillian said as you walked into the kitchen and you smiled softly at him as he flipped the pancake. Much to your luck, he was making your favourite, pancakes with berries and chocolate syrup, and you wanted nothing more than to indulge in all things sweet when it was this time of the month for you.

“Good Morning Cill” you said while sitting down at one of the tall chairs near the kitchen aisle, waiting for Cillian to pass you a cup of coffee.

“Are you up for some pancakes?” he questioned and all you could do was nod your head.

“Thank you for last night Cill” you then said as he was serving up the most amazing breakfast ever and a cocky smirk played on his lips as he brought you a plate filled with three pancakes and berries. He placed a bottle of syrup in front of you as well along with a cup of coffee for you to drink. He was too kind to you, making you wonder what you did to deserve this side of him.

Just last night, at around two o‘clock he got up to get you some painkillers and a hot water bottle as you were struggling with the cramps. He even handed you some pads from his daughter’s room as you had none with you, making you blush at the time.

“My pleasure” Cillian winked before suggesting a day at home with him, watching Netflix and eating unhealthy things.

“Well, Emma actually just texted me and told me that she is heading back this afternoon. I probably should go home” you said, thinking that, with you having your period, the premise of friends with benefits became somewhat redundant.

Cillian would be bored and you felt like doing nothing but rest.

“Okay” Cillian pouted while watching you eat and, even after a single bite, you felt terribly full. When you had your period,, nausea often came with it so none of this surprised you.

“You know I could take care of you though. I could cook you some food, give your back a massage and fill up your hot water bottle when you need it” he then said, seeing that, clearly, you weren’t feeling too well.

“But that would not be any fun for you, having to deal with a moody crampy woman all day. You did so much for me already” you pointed out, which is when Cillian walked over to you and took you into his arms.

“I like spending time with you and I will enjoy looking after you” he then said and, of course, you couldn’t say no to him. He was too sweet and caring and you enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed yours.

As such, you did indeed spend all day watching movies and reading books. You also listened to some music while Cillian cooked both lunch and dinner, spoiling you with his amazing food.

In the evening, the worst pain was almost gone. Only the mild cramps were lingering now and, just as you sat down again with Cillian and binged watched your favourite Netflix show, he cuddled up to you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“How bad is it now?” he asked while running his hand gently over your stomach, causing you to cringe.

“It’s better than it was this morning, but still painful. I don’t get them regularly so, really, I never know what to expect to be honest” you explained while enjoying the warmth of Cillian’s body against yours.

“You may want to get this checked out Y/N. Women your age should be at least somewhat regular” Cillian then told you and his comment made you worry and laugh all at the same time.

 “Oh, is that right?” you asked. “And how do you know?” you wondered, giving him a questioning look.

“Well, Nina got them last year for the first time and it was a conversation me and Danielle had with her doctor. She pointed out to us that irregularities are normal until you are in your early to mid twenties, but not so much after that…” Cillian explained, causing you to swallow harshly. You were in your early twenties, but of course, he did not know that yet. He still thought that you were turning thirty soon.

“Okay, I will stop you right there” you interrupted him nonetheless, brushing off what he had just said to you. “Let’s not discuss my menstruation, alright? It’s probably just my contraception causing some havoc” you told him, causing Cillian to nod and chuckle all at the same time.

“Alright. I will shut up now” he laughed while looking at you as you were moving around. For the past five minutes, you had been crossing and uncrossing your legs as if you were seeking some friction and, whilst these movements were familiar to Cillian, the fact that you tried to hide them amused him.

“What?” you asked, seeing how he was looking at you now.

“You are moving a lot” he then pointed out with a devilish grin on his face.

“Yes, and?” you asked, wondering what he was on about.

“Nothing” Cillian chuckled while furrowing his eyebrows at you, giving you “the look”, which is when you realised what was going on.

“Just say it” you chuckled yourself, seeing that you had been caught.

“Nope” Cillian laughed, knowing that period sex was off the table. You had said so yourself.

“Yes, I am horny, alright! I can’t help it, which is just one of the reasons I didn’t want to stay here tonight” you then huffed out in frustration, causing Cillian to chuckle again.

“Okay” was all he responded with before making a somewhat unexpected remark. “Did you know that having an orgasm is said to relieve the cramping?” he pointed out and you shook your head.

“No” you said, trying to ignore his rather obvious suggestion to have sex.  

“What I am saying is that I could help you with your cramps and address your urges all at the same time. I could run us a bath and…” Cillian began to say nonetheless and you interrupted him.

“I know what you are saying Cill, but no!” you said again, this time more firmly then before which is when Cillian nodded and moved towards you, bent down, and pressed his lips against yours for a passionate kiss. He then straightened back up and left you wanting more.

You thus pulled him close for another kiss which turned out to be even more passionate than your last and, just as you kissed, you inadvertently began to grind yourself against Cillian’s hot body, causing him to groan.

“Fine” you then murmured against his lips as it was clear to you both that neither of you could resist each other anymore and, with that, Cillian sat up straight and smiled.

“That didn’t take a lot of convincing” he chuckled before standing up, which is when you noticed the large bulge in his pants as his erection pushed out the fabric of his jeans.

“I will fill up the bathtub. Meet you in five?" he then asked and, just as he did, there was a lump in your throat as you nodded and watched him leave the room.

You had never had sex during your period before and, even though your bleeding was generally light, James had always been grossed out by it. Cillian, on the other hand, did not seem to care and you hoped that, once you got into the bathtub with him, that neither would you.

Five minutes later…

The bathroom was warm, humid, it smelled of something nice, something Cillian had put in the water.

You undressed and disposed of the obvious while thinking that, if you were to get into this tub, then the water could turn red or pink at least. It would be embarrassing and you thought about backtracking, but then you heard Cillian come in behind you.

You heard the door close and felt his arms wrap around you. His naked, warm body pressed against you from behind, his cock against your lower back, his chin on your shoulder and his cheek against your face. He smelled of himself and a faint residue of aftershave which, to you, was simply intoxicating.

“You are so beautiful” he whispered from behind just before he let go of you and climbed into the tub, letting himself slowly sink beneath the hot water's surface.

He was moaning satisfied with such abandon that it made you smile, almost laugh.

“You know that there may be some blood in the tub and…” you then began to stammer nonetheless which is when Cillian opened his eyes and looked at you.

“I will survive that" he then chuckled before telling you to come in.

“Okay” you nodded nervously before you climbed into the water and let yourself sink down into his lap.

You had to close your eyes as the warmth of the water slowly engulfed and relaxed you all the while Cillian’s arms came up around you, holding you close to him as you were now facing each other.

Your lips found his and he kissed you with such wanton tenderness, it made you want to cry and then you made out with a lazy passion that touched something deep inside you. You felt safe, secure and desired.

Your teeth tugged lightly at his lower lip. Cillian moaned and moved his mouth down to your throat und pressed featherlight and heated kisses against it. Your head fell back, giving him better access and your hips started rocking back and forth.

You then scooted a little further up his legs while Cillian put his hands on your ass, guiding you closer. He was so gentle with you, so careful not to put too much pressure on your abdomen, so heedful not to hurt.

You soon started grinding your mound against his cock and felt his fingers on your ass, digging deeper into your flesh.

“Fuck I want you so much Y/N. You drive me absolutely crazy” Cillian said as you continued grinding against his hard member.

“I want you too Cill” you confirmed and, then, your mouths and tongues were playing again and your chests pressed flush together.

A low rumble was running through his body as his hands trailed over your back, holding your head to deepen the kiss before wandering back down to your butt, which is when you lifted yourself a little and took his cock into your hand.

You pumped your hand over his shaft several times while you drank in his breathy moans before, finally, aligning his cock with your opening.

“I need go slow” you told him as, slowly, you sank down on him before lifting yourself again and then sinking down a little further.

This worked. The pressure was a lot, more than usual, but not unpleasant.

“Are you alright?” Cillian asked as he held you close to him.

“Hmm, yes…it’s just…it hurts a little” you said and he immediately drew back a little.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked as one of his hands was caressing your cheek and you could see the look of concern on his face.

“No. I want to cum. It still feels good” you whispered in response which is when Cillian dragged his thumb over your cheek and then bent forward to kiss you deeply.

With that, you started to move slowly, rocking your hips back and forth while you moaned into your kiss.

It hurt, but it also felt so good. So safe. So hot. So intimate.

You moved up and down on Cillian’s shaft and held on to him tightly. You let your fingers run through his hair and down his cheeks before flattening your palm against his chest.

He groaned again and you ran your hands up to his neck, tracing a pulsing vein, holding him to you, as you kept grinding and circling.

Tentatively, he started bucking his hips up into you in a slow rhythm.

“That’s it” you moaned as something started building inside you. Growing slowly, fed by every movement, every kiss, every moan of his, every groan, every ragged breath.

His eyes had flickered closed, his face creased with the effort, his mouth open, sucking in air. You closed your eyes to focus solely on the feeling of him throbbing and moving inside you, on his fingers digging into you and on the sounds escaping him. You were a moaning mess now. Only a few more strokes and you would get there, finding your sweet release.

He picked up the rhythm a little although he was still holding back. Cillian was close. Clenched teeth, sweat running down his temples, open-mouthed breaths, some swearing.

“I am close Y/N” he said and you moaned loudly in response.

“So am I. Let go. Let us cum together” you gasped and, with that, Cillian indeed let go of his inhibitions.

“Fuck” he cursed as, suddenly, he came hard and fast with a few erratic last pumps and a rumbling groan as his fingers deeply buried themselves in to your flesh.

Seeing him crash like this pushed you over the edge as well. You lost all self-control and, within a few seconds, you too, were thrown into an all-engulfing, warm orgasm.

Your head was thrown back in a throaty moan as you rode out its waves while your body started convulsing until, just after a little while, Cillian slipped out of you and you opened your eyes.

You saw that the water had indeed turned a shade of pink and the embarrassment was written all over your face when Cillian made you look at him instead. His face carried a smile, satisfied but also incredibly exhausted.

“I love you” he then said while caressing your cheeks and these three words made you gasp. They were not at all what you had expected and you immediately felt guilty for the secret you were still carrying with you.

To be continued…

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gwen stacy x afab!adhd!reader (gn terms)

summary; mornings with your girlfriend gwen<3

warnings: none, breakfast making, fluff, flirty gwen

a/n: pretty short, but i haven't been writing for her in a while

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Gwen has her face immediately buried in the crook of your neck as her arms move to wrap around your waist from behind. She smiles againts your skin when she feels you slightly flinch at her embrace.

It was common that you wouldn't notice her until she's right behind you once you have your headphones on. You get so distracted with the music and whatever you're doing. This morning isn't an exception.

Gwen was fully shook out of sleep upon realizing that you weren't in bed when she had grazed her hand to her right and found that you weren't there. The strong smell of bananas and butter fill her nostrils, making her turn her head towards the open door of the bedroom. You must be cooking.

She was right when she wat met with the view of you flipping pancakes, completely oblivious of her existence, the music of Weyes Blood playing loud enough for the sounds to leak out. The noise of the kettle however, is the only thing Gwen truly hears as she watches you continue cooking breakfast, back slightly leaning againts her.

"I thought you were sleeping, you looked really tired." You spoke loudly, unaware you were loud. She shook her head againts your skin. "I am tired, smelled you cooking though." She replied, grinning.

You laughed at that, tilting your head to see her face. "Well, you can go back to sleep after breakfast." You promised. Gwen opened her mouth to answer but was cut off by your quick movement to turn the kettle off as it finishes boiling.

"You making tea?" She asks. You don't respond, hands busy pouring the hot water inside two different cat eared designed mugs before adding teabags and sugar packets. "Babe." She called again.

You twist your neck back, glancing at her. "Hmm?" She shook her head slightly, a small smile filling her face. "Is that tea?" She repeats her question louder.

You nod your head vigorously. "Unless you want coffee?" She gives a quick no thank you before walking towards you to wrap her hands around you again. "Have I told you about my tea collection I had as a child?" You asked suddenly, hand finding her owns that are attached on your stomach, intertwining your fingers as you let your english breakfast tea cools down.

Gwen gives a sound of confusion as she shook her head no. "I use to have multiple fruit flavored tea bags my dad bought for me on his trip to Cameron Highlands." She had no idea what you were talking about.

"I only drank the strawberry flavored ones though, so what i did with the others is I shelved them on the glass cupboard you use to put trophies and stuff, and my mom was extremely confused." Gwen snorted and released you to be able to move the drinks on the dining table, watching you move towards the pancakes next.

"I think I'm as confused as her." She admitted. "Its a collection! Like stamps- or whatever little trinkets people like to keep to show off- I mean, who else can say they have a cupboard full of fruit flavored teabags?" You say, exasperated.

She lets out a laugh at how defensive you are, taking a seat as you present her with a flawless banana pancake. "Except the strawberry ones of course." You added hastily. "Of course."

Gwen frowns as you put a giant bottle of honey in front of her, taking a seat of your own. "Honey?" She look at you. "We're out of syrup." You tell her. "I thought you said you'd buy it last week?" You smiled at her sheepishly as you start to slather your pancake with honey. "I forgot."

The ghost-spider squints her eyes, smiling knowingly at you. "I'll buy it tomorrow." She states before diving in on her breakfast. She doesn't miss the grateful glint in your eyes as you eat your own breakfast, headphones off.

The two of you finished the food quite quickly, Gwen making exaggerated sounds of pleasure everytime she took a bite, fishing a giggle out of you. She also made sure to be the one who did the dishes, pushing you away from the sink when you tried to help.

"You know, if you keep cooking and doing these kind of stuff for me, i might just marry you soon enough." You roll your eyes, placing a kiss on her cheeks while she drys her hands. "How very romantic, don't make those kind of promises though, I'll use them againts you."

Her hands finds yours once they're dried up. She pulls up your right fist to her lips, kissing each and every finger before kissing your knuckles. "You better. Now, speaking of holding yourself againts me-" You groaned aloud, shoving her lightly as she laughs out loud at your annoyance.

"I want to go back to bed, come on." She whines, an arm around your shoulder as she drags you up onto the staircase, leading to your room.

"You're so boring." She hears you murmer to yourself, receiving a slap on your butt l, making you run headfirst into your room as you laugh at her. "I'm not boring." She growls jokingly, chasing after you.

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The Pilot/Episode one of

THE ADVENTURES OF THE SPRUNKIS

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Clarification:That MM Sprunki story (aka the one Vibin Infinity was in) DID NOT HAPPEN HERE that is in a separate timeline/universe

Anyway's enjoy ;)

It was a bright,sunny and perfect day in Sprunkiville 

Oren wakes up with a yawn:What a beautiful day

He opened the window

Oren:HELLO MR SUN

Mr Sun:Hello Oren

Oren got up and walked to the living room

There he saw Raddy eating cereal in the kitchen and Pinki drinking coffee in the living room

The two looked at Oren

Pinki and Raddy smiling:Morning babe

Oren:Morning my beautiful buddies

Raddy took a sip of his own coffee:I don’t know if the others are awake or not

Pinki:Yeah…I don’t blame them for sleeping in *takes a sip of her coffee*

Oren:Well I hope they don’t sleep in too much……It’s a sunny and beautiful day

Raddy:You're gonna organize something aren’t you?

Oren:Yep I definitely am

Pinki:Try to take it easy though everyone is still recovering from…..”him”

Raddy growls:Don’t mention that prick..he’s just nothing but a spirit or something..I hope we find a way to erase that guy

Oren:I agree

Pinki:Anyways Oren there’s some bacon if you want some

Oren yawns and stretches a bit:Yeah then i’ll set up our special game

Meanwhile in Sprunkiville Brud was innocently playing with his bucket on the grass

He was flipping it like a water bottle giggling

Simon watched through his window smiling:Awwww 

Durple in the kitchen:Babe please stop staring at him

Simon:I’m sorry *turns to face him* I’m just-

Durple sighs reading his newspaper:I understand you're worried and guilty you bit him but one:You got corrupted and B:He doesn’t even remember and to be honest it’s best that it stays that way

Simon:Yeah true….but I just…

Durple walked up to him wrapping an arm around his shoulders:Simon he'll be fine we promise

Simon:Okay babe

The two smiled

Durple watched Brud:Not gonna lie I kinda wanna grab a water bottle and join him

Simon smugly smiled crossing his arms

Durple side eyes him:Oh hush

Jevin was sleeping peacefully when he heard loud whistling and someone cooking something sweet

Jevin got out of bed and rubbed his eyes

He went into the kitchen and saw Tunner happily whistling making pancakes

Tunner saw him:Hey Jevvy

Jevin smiled a bit:Hey making pancakes?

Tunner:Yep 

Jevin sat on a chair nearby:Aight *yawns*

Tunner:So husband, whatcha thinking of doing today?

Jevin shrugs:Eh it’s a nice day so Oren is certainly gonna make us do something fun

Tunner:Don’t word it like that babe he just wants us to form a bond that’s all

Jevin:I know that..it’s not that I hate it I secretly enjoy seeing the others doing stupid things

Tunner flipped a pancake:Yeah it’s funny

Tunner gave him a plate of pancakes

Jevin:Thanks babe

Tunner rubbed his hair:Anytime babe……

Jevin could sense Tunner had something on his mind:Yes babe?

Tunner:Well…I..you know how I..kinda wanna have kids…

Jevin sighed:Tunner I and probably all the other couples want biological kids too but considering VIneria and Lime JUST started dating and that chaos that happened everyone want’s to take it easy *takes a bite*Besides we got Sky

Tunner:Yeah..sometimes I forget he’s technically 14 and practically a teenager

Jevin:But with his plushy,voice,and personality *laughs*You would think hes 14..but I like it..

Sky:Really Uncle Jevin?

Jevin and Tunner screamed causing Sky to wince a bit

Jevin clutched his chest trying to breathe

Tunner:OH SKY..what are you doing?

Sky:You two were awake..and as far as I know the only two that are

Jevin:What about Brud?

Sky:Honestly Brud seemed fine by himself and didn’t want to inconvenience him by having him look after me *sniffs*Is that pancakes I see?

Tunner looked at Jevin

Jevin:See my point babe?

Tunner nodded

Wenda walked out of her house yawning

Wenda scratched her hip:What a nice day..Oren’s gonna plan something..and Mel is at the bakery…

Mel from behind:Boo

Wenda yelled like a cat and jumped high landing on her hands and feet with her fur sticking up

Mel wheezing:I’m sorry Wenda-

Gray ran up with a baseball bat:WENDA? YOU OKAY?

Wendas face goes red:Babe what the flip?

Mel:Sorry my kitty cat..my Oren senses are tingling and I just shipped off several buns to the Mustard Brothers

Gray and Wenda raising a brow:Oren senses?

Mel:It’s a sunny day so i’m certain he’s gonna organize something 

Gray and Wenda:Faaaaaaair

Tunner from his house:IS EVERYTHING OKAY?I HEARD WENDA SCREAMING

Wenda:IT”S FINE TUNNY

Tunner:TUNNY?BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABE?

He closes the window

Wenda and Mel where wheezing

Gray smiled a bit

Brud looked at them confused:What’s funny?

Wenda:Just Jevin probably getting scolded by Tunner

Brud:Hopefully it isn’t bad….you think their gonna remember Sky is in there?

Sky walked out with a plate of pancakes with headphones on

Brud:They remembered……

Garnold and Clukr were reading newspapers while Fun Bot and Mr Fun Computer watched cartoons on a tablet

Fun Computer:Now I know my ABC”S next time won’t you sing with me

Fun Bot:Good job brother

Clukr smiled a bit:Nice

Garnold smiled:Yeah good singing

Fun Bot turned to face his fathers:Hey dads are you still thinking of the robot army idea?

Clukr sweating:What nooooooo definitely not

Garnold squints his eyes at his husband:Baaaaaaaabe?

Clukr:But-

Garnold:Babe there’s no more threats as bad as him...besides you did say you're working on a portal to visit them

Clukr:Yeah but-

Garnold:No cuts no buts no coconuts

Clukr pulled out a coconut

Garnold deadpan:Seriously?

Fun Bot and Computer laughed

Fun Bot:He has coconuts now all we need is the cut’s and the but’s 

Garnold:Your father is about to lose one after I kick it

Clukr:If Lime heard that he’d kick your butt

Garnold:Dude I highly doubt he’d do anything bad

Clukr:What about Jevin or Vineria?

Garnold paused

His family was snickering trying not to laugh

Garnold:Oh you three are jerks

Fun Bot:Like Black Hat?

Clukr:More like a piece of-

Garnold:Babe not infront of the children

Clukr:As you wish husband

Fun Bot:Wait is it daddy or husband?

Clukr and Garnold’s eyes widened blushing madly

Clukr:UH…………..UH…….

Garnold nervously laughs:It’s daddy to you kids and husband for me

Fun Computer:But you were-

Garnold:SON….please don’t think about it we gotta get ready for Oren’s activity

Fun Bot:Yes father

Fun Bot picked up his brother and walked upstairs

Clukr took a sip of his coffee

Garnold:We gotta be quieter babe

Clukr spat out his coffee

Lime woke up to an alarm cloak beeping

Lime groaned and turned it off

Lime in his mind:Welp better get ready for work

He sat up and got out of bed

He got dressed,brushed his teeth,made some coffee and sat down on a sofa

Lime:It’s a nice day out…hopefully I can leave early-

Vineria walked in:Oh hey babe I meant to tell you..your boss said work was canceled today

Lime laid back:DANGIT if I knew that I would have slept in

Vineria:It’s fine the office is closed for two weeks…..and you’ll be paid too

Lime had sparkling eyes:Oh..okay..

Vineria:Why don’t you join me in the garden today?

Lime took his tie off:Uum sure babe *nervously giggles* I’ll make-

Vineria:Babe for the last time i’ll make my own stuff you make your own

Lime:Oh right…just used to me having to cook everything

Vineria:Babe i’m the except opposite of him..im nice,sweet,kind,quite,chill

Lime:A girl

Vineria’s eyes widened

Lime’s did too blushing:WAIT I DIDN”T *covers his face groaning*

Vineria was laughing hysterically:Oh my goodness babe

Lime:Sorry babe..boy or girl I would’ve loved you regardless

Vineria blushing a bit:I’m the same way now come on the plant’s won’t take care of themselves

Vineria walked out the house

Lime smiled brightly with a wagging tail

Lime watched Vineria planting some more plants 

Vineria looked at him:You look so cute with the way you stare

Lime blushes a bit:Oh yeah? *rubs his neck*You look cute planting them

Vineria laughed a bit 

Oren walked up to them:Morning Vines N Grass

Vineria and Lime:Oh hey Oren

Oren:I’m gonna ask the Mustard Brothers to join us so I hope you don’t mind making sure everyone is ready

Vineria:Yes sir

Oren happily hummed as he strolled to the brothers stand

Lime:Okay i’m confused is Oren or Jevin our leader?

Vineria shrugs:Eh I say both..Oren for the plans and Jevin to make sure we don’t kill oursel-

Lime shushes her

Vineria:HM*her eyes widened seeing Tunner staring at them*

Vineria sheepishly waved while blushing in embarrassment:Morning Tunner…nice day were having

Tunner tipped his hat:Yes sir mam

Lime quietly to her:I still wonder how he survived that?

Vineria:Well to be frank his injury compared to ours makes it look like a stub toe I mean Raddy was a pinata essentially

Raddy with his arms crossed:I HEARD THAT HIPPY

Lime:Hey don’t call my girlfriend a hippy

Raddy deadpan:Her personality is that of a hippy girl

Vineria:Whatever pinata

Raddy growled

Jevin:Settle down you two

Raddy and Vineria:Yes Jevin

Sky tugged on his cloak gently:Why does everyone act like your the boss?

Jevin shrugs:I have no idea

Durple:You are the most adult,have a scythe soooo…..

Jevin raising a brow:But Clukr,Tunner and Garnold are older than me heck Garnold is the oldest of us

Mr Sun and Tree clear their throats

Jevin squinting his eyes side eyeing them:Between us Sprunkis thank you very much

Durple:Besides Sky you treat us like were your bosses

Sky:I am literally a child…..

Durple laughs a bit:Ha right your a child

Sky pouts blushing a bit:Well…...your dating someone who acts like one

Durple gasped with a hand on his chest

Jevin was snickering

The others were too

Simon with a popsicle:Why am I getting dissed?I didn’t even do anything

Sky:Sorry uncle Simon that was directed towards Durple

Durple:Well…your single

Sky smugly:By my own choice

Durple growls while blushing:There is no way a child is defeating me verbally

Jevin laughs:Okay *rubs Skys head*Settle down you two

Sky:Yes Jevin..also why was Tunner mad at you for the nickname?

Tunner looked mad at Jevin

Jevin:Cause uncle Tunny can’t take a cute nickname/joke

Tunner:OH LISTEN HERE YOU TWO FANG…….dangit I got nothing 

Durple smirked

Tunner not even facing him:Durple you got defeated by a literal child wipe that smug smirk off your face

Durple placed a hand on his chest again:Owie…….

Sky:But you call Jevin Jevvy what’s so different about Tunny?

Tunner looked like he wanted to speak but can’t:.....Fudge….I can’t even

Durple:So what was that about being defeated by a child?

Tunner:DURPLE I SWEAR-

Oren was walking when he saw the hot dog stand:There

Marm was resting on the counter while Mard is cleaning the counter

Marm:Im bored Mard

Mard:Yeah I am too honestly business is slow

Marm:Yeah…..

Oren walked up:Hi Mard hi Marm

The mustard brothers sat up:Hi Oren

Oren raising a brow:Uum it’s 10 in the morning why are you selling hot dogs?

Marm:We get prepared early but *sighs* It's a nice day I think i’ll close for today

Mard:I don’t know brother

Oren:Brud is there

Mard slams his hands on the stand:I”LL BE THERE

Marm:Me too..just wanna make sure Mard doesn’t get injured by him

Oren:Hey i'll have you know Brud is a sweetheart and wouldn’t hurt a fly……….just yesterday he was playing with butterflies

Mard with sparkling eyes:Oh my goodness that sounds so cute

Marm rolls his eyes:Mard-

Mard:HEY…you say you're glad I found someone like Brud so what’s wrong with me envisioning it?

Marm:Shoot…anyways 

Closes the stand

Marm:Let’s go brother

The three walked back to the others

Everyone was waiting patiently when Oren returned

Oren:I”M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK

Raddy:GAH babe we can see it

Oren:Sorry

Brud:MARD

Mard:BRUD

Brud ran up to them

The two grabbed eachother’s hands blushing while giggling

Marm smiled a little

Sky:Saw that

Marm jumped:Ah Sky….

Jevin:Anyways *looks at Oren*What’s your plan for today Oren?

Oren rubbing his chin:I was thinking……perhaps we can play a game

Sky:Oooooooooooooo

Oren:I’m trying to think of what to play

Durple jokingly:How about sack racing?

Oren:GOOD IDEA DURPLE

Durple facepalms:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

Oren:And we found our first volunteer

Mel:I have enough sacks for all of us

Brud:Sweet

Oren:Yeah how about that? Sack racing?

Simon:I think that’s easy fun….right everyone?

Everyone nods in agreement

Durple sighs:Fine….

Oren:Okay….I need a hat-

Garnold pulls out his helmet:Here use this

Oren sheepishly:Did you clean it?

Garnold looked at him with a “serious” look raising a brow

Oren:Alright alright so heres the rules:It’s gonna be a tournament..3 people go each one in games of 6…then two more games then the final two

Sky:Whoever wins should get a prize of their choosing?

Fun Bot excited:So if I win my dads have to give me a new sibling?

Clukr and Garnold blushed hysterically

Clukr:Son I think you should sit out…I don’t think your pincer hands can clutch the bag and we don’t want you being damaged

Garnold:Plus there will be an odd number so I don’t think we can properly do a tournament with 19 people

Fun Bot sighs:Fiiiiine…but if one of you two win you owe me

Garnold and Clukr:Yes baaaaaaabe….I MEAN SON *covers their faces both blushing madly*

Fun Bot:Wha….but….so i’m babe too..so you both call eachother husband and daddy and now you call me son and babe?Are you guys role reversing orrrrr-

The adults were blushing too besides Sky,Simon and Brud who all raised a brow

Brud confused:That’s weird

Simon and Sky:Yeah

Oren trying to process this:Uuum…can…….we go back to our game please?

Raddy and Jevin:Yes please

Sky:Seriously though why do they call eachother-

Raddy and Jevin blush more:SKY PLEASE DON”T THINK ABOUT IT PLEASE

Sky shot back:Y-yes sirs

Jevin and Raddy sigh rubbing his head

Raddy to Clukr and Garnold:Look at what your doing to our precious cinnamon bun

Clukr and Garnold look down ashamed

Pinki:Yeah don’t corrupt our bapie

Wenda:I agree

Mel:Yeah don’t do that to him

Garnold and Clukr sassy:FINE MOMS AND DADS

Mard:Aren’t you two older than all of us?

Garnold and Clukr:GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Brud:HEY don’t yell at my boyfriend like that

Jevin deadpan:Guys can you all just let Oren do this tournament please?

Oren:THANK YOU

Mel returned with 18 sacks

Oren:Okay so theres Durple for game one….and *pulls out two names*Jevin and Marm

Jevins eyes widened:WHAT?

Tunner laughed

Jevin:Why did I even speak?

Sky innocently:Because you can?

Jevin:.....Bruh….

Marm:I’m up too huh?

The three of them are in sacks

Oren:Fun Bot here will prevent any cheating…..so no tripping or sabotaging the opponent.Just cross that line first and winner moves on to the 2nd round…three…two….one…GO GO GO OH WAIT…Jevin you can’t use your wings

Jevin:Wasn’t gonna anyways

Oren:GO

The three started jumping as the others cheered

Simon,Tunner and Mard held up “Go Durple,Jevin and Marm signs respectively”cheering

Jevin was bouncing:This feels weird

Marm was bouncing:Bounce bounce bounce like a bunny-*noticed Pinki crossing her arms giving her a death glare*....Bounce like a kangaroo?

Pinki nodded satisfied

The three were tied

Simon holding up a sigh:GO DURPLE

Durple looked and blushed:Awww babe*trips* OH CRUD

He fell on the ground

Simon:Are you okay babe?

Durple gave him a thumbs up

Jevin and Marm kept bouncing 

Marm:Heh wow we tied 

Jevin:Yep

Durple tried catching up bouncing more:I”M NOT FINISHED YET

He slipped and fell on his side:Ow

Jevin tripped and fell on him

Marm crossed the finish line

Oren:AND MARM WINS

Durple:GET OFF ME

Jevin glared at him with a “You did this and you costed me the tournament* look

Durple sheepishly:Just kidding

Tunner and Simon helped them up

Mard lifted his brother up:YOU DID IT

Marm:Thanks bro

Oren:So Marm advances to round two *pulls out three names*Next is Simon,Vineria and *eyes widened* ME?.....Wow okay

Simon:I’ll win this for you 

Durple:Yeah

The three are in sacks

Pinki:I’ll take over THREE TWO ONE GO

Simon and Oren were bouncing madly while Vineria went slowly

Everyone raised a brow

Vineria:Slow and steady wins the race

Simon and Oren were determined to win for their partners

Durple:COME ON BABE WIN THIS

Pinki and Raddy:OREN WIN IT

Lime:Go babe *nervous laughter*Just don’t get injured

Vineria:I’ll be fine

Oren’s headphones came off:AH MY HEADPHONES

He stopped to fix them allowing Simon to take first

Oren:OH NO YOU DON”T

He bounces faster

Vineria was still being slow

Oren jumped faster:I’ll get you im gonna get you

Simon:NEVER *LAUGHS*

Vineria was enjoying herself:Its a beautiful day 

Oren and Simon were bouncing so much they got tired

Simon panting:I’m..tired..*groans*

He fell on his stomach

Oren:Me..too..

He fell on Simon

Vineria slowly past them and won

Everyone was mouth and eye widened except Lime who looked impressed

Lime:Like I said..slow and steady wins the race

Pinki:Okay so round 2 has Marm vs Vineria so the winner of this one completes the first round two match

Oren was dragged off the field by Raddy

Oren was laying on his back

Durple scooped Simon up and placed him on his lap:You did good

Simon giggles

Vineria stood next to Marm

Marm:Okay you have big brain i’ll give you that

Vineria:Sometimes brain beats muscles bro

Marm:I believe you

Raddy pulled out three names:Next is me,Clukr and Mel

Clukr took off his cymbal like hat:Aight hold this

Garnold took it

Wenda kissed her:Good luck sugar

Mel:Babe you're sugar too with your fur white skin

Wenda blushed:Oh my

They got ready

Pinki:Three,two,one GO

The three started bouncing 

Raddy smirks:Oh this is easy slow pokes

Mel and Clukr:HOW DARE YOU

Fun Bot and Computer cheered for their dad

Garnold:GO HUSBAND GO

Clukr:I will go

Clukr went faster

Mel was going at a safe pace like Vineria

Mel:Aight gonna follow my fellow girls strategy 

Wenda,Pinki and Vineria:WOOOO GIRL POWER

Mel kept going the three were neck and neck 

Clukr:Hm you guys can bounce bounce

Raddy:I agree I can bounce 

Mel:Don’t get cocky you might fall 

Raddy:Yeah right matter of fact i’ll do it with one leg

He tried doing it with one leg but immediately fell

Raddy:DANGIT

Pinki:That’s why you don’t get smug

Raddy:OH GO EAT A CARROT

Pinki gasped

Mel and Clukr were jumping 

Clukr:Hm we're tied

Mel:Yeah but no cheating 

Clukr:Yeah true

They were right at the end and were one hop away

Clukr had an idea:Hey let’s do rock paper scissors..winner gets to go

Mel stopped:Okay

They did rock paper scissors

Mel got paper and Clukr got rock

Mel:I win

Clukr:Welp deals a deal

He let Mel win

The girls were cheering

Pinki:So round two’s first match is Marm vs Vineria vs Mel

Raddy:Really?Giving up the win like that you totally should've cheated 

Clukr:It isn’t right she won fair and square..if I won she would have allowed me to win

Mel:It’s true

Raddy rolls his eyes:Whatever you say Clukr and Mel

Pinki grabbed three names:Next is Gray,Mard and Sky

Sky nervously:My turn

Gray:This doesn’t seem fair

Mard:Yeah Sky is short

Sky pouted blushing a bit:Mmmmm

The three got ready

Pinki:Three two one

They started 

Gray and Mard went easy on Sky and they were all evenly paced

Jevin amused:Hm nice

Marm:Yeah it makes sense going easy on the kid

Durple:Their both gonna let Sky win

Sky:You don’t need to let me win guys otherwise what’s the point of the tournament

Gray:You sure?

Mard:If you don’t want us to go easy

Sky:Give it your all 

Gray:Honestly this is embarrassing me so much

Mard:Well quit then

Gray:Wenda will kill me if I did

Mard:She probably would

Wenda:I wouldn’t kill Gray

Gray:Nice

Gray and Mard jumped faster but so did Sky

Wenda:Oh wow it’s a close game

Gray:Wait this is kinda fun *laughed a bit*

Mard:Yeah it is

Brud:Hey want my bucket babe?

Mard:AFTER I”M DONE

Brud:Aight

Mard got distracted:Awwww

He slow downed allowing Gray and Sky to pass him

Mard:OH NO

He bounced faster

Gray and Sky were at the end 

Mard bounced really fast:NO NO NO NO NO*slipped*AAAAAH

He tripped and got wrapped into his sack spinning towards them fast

Wenda:Oh wow thats a Mard bowling ball

Gray noticed:OH NO-

Gray got hit by the sack but caught it taking him off his back

Sky crossed the line

Sky with sparkling eyes:I WON WOOOOOOOOO

Marm and Brud ran up to Mard and freed him

Mard breathing heavily:I saw my life flash before my eyes *looks at his brother and babe*....And I think it still is

Brud blushes:Oh wow

Marm:Okay that was a good line

Gray had his arms crossed a bit annoyed

Wenda got on her knees rubbing his head:There there you were definitely gonna win

Gray:Between you and me I was still gonna let Sky win

Wenda:You sweetheart

Gray:Please dont call me that

Wenda:Bestie?

Gray smiled a bit:Better

Sky:Sorry you lost like that honestly I was probably gonna let you win so you’d be happy and not sad..*smile*I’ll win for you

Sky walked away

Gray and Wenda held each other's hands crying with sparkling eyes:WHY IS SKY SO INNOCENT?

Durple cradling Simon who was eating a popsicle:I ask myself the same question with my boyfriend…in a good way

Simon blushed and giggled

Oren was still resting:Whose next?

Pinki:Brud,Tunner and Lime

Lime’s eyes widened:WHAT?....Oh…

Vineria:Win this for me

Lime:Aight

Tunner to Jevin:Don’t worry Jevvy i’ll win this

Jevin:Aight Tunny just be careful

Tunner:Yes babe

Mard:Brud be careful

Brud:I will

They got in their sacks

Pinki:Three,two,one go

They started bouncing their way to the finish line

Brud was enjoinyg hinmself 

Lime was shaking a bit:Don’t embarrass yourself don’t embarrass yourself

Tunner was whistling the entire time

Jevin was quietly whistling with him in harmony

Sky:You two whistle perfectly

Jevin patted his head

Brud was bouncing when his bucket fell covering his eyes

Brud unsteady:WOAH WOAH WOAH-

He fell on the ground

Brud:Ow….

Simon worried:Brud?

Brud looked at his right elbow which was bleeding a bit:Uh oh

Simon:BRUD

Simon ran onto the field and picked him up:ARE YOU OKAY?BRUD?BRUD?

Mard ran up to the two:Babe?

Brud:I’m fine Simon

Tunner walked up and bandaged his elbow:You okay?

Brud:Thanks Tunner

Simon pulled Brud closer to him

Brud raising a brow:Simon why so close i’m fine?

Simon was crying a little

Brud worried:Simon?

Simon:Y-yeah?

Durple walked up to him:Babe he’s fine

Simon:I know but he got hurt

Brud:Why have you been so worried about me recently?

Simon looked away

Brud:Was it one of the nightmares? *he laughs a bit*Simon it was a bad dream that will never happen IRL

Durple sheepishly looked away

Tunner in his mind:Yes Brud….a bad dream….

Brud:Also Tunner you lost

Tunner:I really don’t care…friends before race

Lime stopped 

Vineria:Babe why did you stop?

Lime:Everyone was occupied about Brud’s injury it didn’t feel right

Tunner walked to Lime and got back in his sack:Wanna finish this?

Lime:Well…uum

Brud nodded in approval

Lime:Ready? 3…2….1

The two hopped to the finish line and got were back to back

Tunner’s hat covered his eyes and he stopped:AH no I KNEW I should've took it off

Lime stopped 

Tunner:Lime you might as well keep going your too far ahead

Lime:If you say so

Lime hopped and crossed the line

Lime threw his arms in the air:I WON BABE

Vineria and the others clapped for Lime

Lime blushed a bit rubbing his neck:Thanks guys..although I feel like Tunner should've won

Raddy had his arms crossed:Then again he had a hat on so he kinda played himself

Tunner rolls his eyes

Sky:Uncle Raddy stop being mean to Tunny

Raddy:I’m not being mean to him just telling the truth

Sky:I’ll tell Oren you wore his headphones when he was sleeping this morning

Oren peaked his head up:WAIT WHAT?

Raddy was sweating a bit:NOTHING SWEETY

Pinki giggled

Raddy whispered to Sky:HOW DO YOU KNOW?

Sky:To be honest I didn’t that was a coincidence

Raddy deadpan:One of you guys told him didn’t you?

The rest:Yep one of us did

Raddy:It was certainly not the brothers they were at their stand

Sky:Well i’m not telling you who

Raddy:Ooooooo I……mmmmm…*pinches his cheek gently*You're so llucky you're so cute

Fun Bot:HEY CAN WE FINISH ROUND ONE PLEASE?

Pinki:So last round one match is the ones who haven’t gone…which is me,Wenda and Garnold

Wenda:Well then this will be interesting

Mard:Imagine if the final is girlfriend vs girlfriend

Marm:What if it was you vs Brud?

Mard and Brud:I’d let my boyfriend win..*the looked at eachother surprised*

Simon put his bucket on Brud

Brud:Thank’s

The last three got into their bags

Oren:Three…two…one..go

Immediately Pinki got a massive headstart due to bouncing really fast and high

Marm:OH COME ON

Pinki sticks her tongue out at him

Marm:Sassy devil

Oren and Raddy:Tell us about it

The other two tried catching up

Garnold:Oh goodness this is painful

Wenda:It’s good exercise though right?

Garnold:Fair…

Pinki:Hop hop hop like a bunny *she tripped*Ow..im fine

She noticed a brown slime on her right cheek 

Brud:Oops..sorry it’s slime she knows that right?

Pinki:......*screams*MY FACE NOOOOOO

She ran quickly into her,Oren and Raddys house

Oren sighs:I’ll be back

He ran after her

Sky:GEEZ…she can scream loud

Wenda kept going but Garnold was too tired

Garnold holds up a white flag:I forfeit

Wenda:Aww come on your husband didn't marry a quitter

Garnold gives her a death glare:OH it’s on now

He started hopping after her

Oren was in the house

Oren:PINKI

He heard whimpering and a sink running 

Oren:Oooooh boy

Oren went upstairs seeing her wiping the slime spot off her face

Pinki frantically:Don’t stain don’t stain don’t stain

She checked the spot

Pinki scrubbed more:NO NO NO

Oren put a hand on her shoulder:Babe…

Pinki turned to him

Oren concerned:Babe its fine…

Pinki looked at the mirror relived:Oh it didn’t stain…*realized*Wait..no I didn’t mean to….sound like I was freaked out because of Brud..I…

Oren sighed and hugged her

Pinki hugged back crying a bit:I don’t want my face being damaged again okay?I mean it literally got ripped off and…

Oren:It’s okay Pinki..it’s okay to be afraid…

Pinki wagged her tail

Brud was crying too:Was it my fault?

Simon cradling him back and fourth:No of course not Brud..Pinki is just really protective of her face

Brud:Is..it somehow related to why you're so protective of me?

Simon and the other Sprunkis gulped with widened eyes

Raddy:......Uuuuuum…..well…….yeah….just really bad dreams and nightmares

Brud:So…everyone except for me had the same nightmare?

Clukr:Uuum yeah....everyone except oddly you…which is good….

Brud confused:Okay….

Garnold:Yeah…..just a bad dream we all had except for you….

Wenda:Yep

Brud:If you say so 

Garnold:Anyways I can't believe I still lost

Wenda:Yeah I said that to motivate you….guess it didn't work

Garnold rolls his eyes 

Jevin:Okay so round 2 is Marm vs Vineria vs Mel and then Sky vs Lime vs Wenda and the two winners of those two face eachother in the *in serious way*Finale battle

Tunner:Pfft chill babe it's not that deep 

Raddy:Okay seriously how did none of us make it to the second round? There was three of us this makes no sense 

Sky:To be honest Pinki could've won

Raddy crosses his arms:Because she got slime on her face..such a baby

Jevin:That's after the nightmare…you know the same reason piñatas scare you now

Raddy sheepishly:Oh…..right…never mind 

Jevin:Hm

Oren returned holding Pinkis hand:We're back…so who won?

Wenda points to herself:This gal

Mel:Or guy…or person

Wenda rolls her eyes playfully:Yes that too

Durple:Honestly sometimes I forget you do all three pronouns 

Wenda shrugs:Eh it's fine remember or not everything is correct technically speaking 

Brud looked at Pinki crying a little 

Pinki ashamed:I'm sorry Brud I really shouldn't have reacted like that….it's not even your fault that it drips…were still buddies

Brud sniffs:R-r-really

Pinki:Of course

Brud:Okay……

Pinki in her mind:Geez I really upsetted him didn't I? I swear I didn't blame him at all…..

Raddy to her quietly:Maybe if you play with him and get your face messy it'll cheer him up

Pinki sighs:Between him thinking I hate him and getting my face dirty..it's clear which one I wanna do

Raddy:....Your face over-

Pinki:WHAT NO oh my goodness do…you seriously think I'm that addicted to my face? Oh my gosh I'm not a narcissist 

Raddy:It was a joke….sorry

Pinki rolls her eyes 

Oren sounding stern:Raddyyyyy?

Raddy sighs:OH come on Oren

Oren squinted his eyes

Raddy:Oren don't you dar-

Cuts to Raddy with his arms crossed facing Mr Tree

Mr Tree deadpan:Raddy we talked about this….

Raddy:Shut up Mr Tree

Mr Tree:......Piñata 

Raddy:MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-

Sky:Was that an airplane?

Raddy:RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Durple:Hey im the dragon only I can roar

Raddy:And only I can have horn’s you copycat

Sky annoyed:Why can’t all of you have horns?Better yet be horn-

Jevin covered his mouth:SKY how do you know that word?

Sky raised a brow:Isn’t that what that means…having horns?

Jevin:Oh you sweet beautiful child…..that’s not what it means…

Sky:So what does it mean?

Jevin was sweating:It’s……well

Oren:IT”S A BAD WORD…if you say the word it summons that monster from our nightmares in the real world……

Sky:OH….

Raddy amazed:WOW good save

Oren proudly:Thanks…*deadpan*You still aren’t leaving that tree until I say so

Raddy got out

Oren:I said-

Raddy:You said “until I say so”you said I say so

Orens face goes red grumbling:Oh…you little…..smart alex

Raddy:I outsmarted you haha

Pinki rolls his eyes:Boys settle down

Oren:YOU…….

Pinki grabbed and pulled him close:Just let it out

Oren screamed into Pinki

Pinki rubbed his head:Let it out babe

Raddy:Geez i’m dating two babies

Sky:You get jumpy when someone says pinata you can’t talk AT ALL RADDY

Raddy:You know what I should take your plushy-

Jevin:Touch his plushy you become a pinata again

Raddy intimidated and sweating:....Yes Jevin……….

Sky:UNCLE JEVIN..too far

Jevin sighs:Your right son….

Raddy:I want an apology

Jevin:I’m sorry your afraid of pinatas

Raddy deadpan:I hate you so much right now Jevin

Tunner:Jevvy be nice to Raddy

Raddy:Listen to your husband Tunny

Wenda:Oh my gosh you boys just love going at each other's throats don’t you?

Vineria:Yeah just chill guys yeesh

Mel:Yeah I agree

Raddy and Jevin roll their eyes:As you wish ladies

Simon:YEAH LISTEN TO US

Durple:Babe your a guy…

Simon:Ooops…..

Garnold snickers

Jevin blushes a bit:Can we talk about other things besides females,boys?

Tunner:Yeah lets talk about children

Jevin:TUNNER

Tunner was wheezing

Oren:I was thinking..I have one with Pinki and Raddy

Pinki:Sound’s good to me

Raddy:Yeah i’m down I don’t like woman *realized*WAIT NOT LIKE THAT…….

The girls squinted their eyes at him

Raddy:I MEANT..I wanna date men obviously you ladies are fine

The girls patted his head

Raddy:My horns?

Vineria:Considering what happened this is fine

Raddy deadpan:You girls are bleeding

The girls hands were bleeding

The girls with a tear running down their face:Owie

Cuts to their hand bandaged

Vineria:I don’t know if I can hop

Mel:Me neither

Marm:Guess I have a round to the finale then 

Vineria and Mel point to him:OVER OUR DEAD BODIES…

Tunner looked down sniffling a bit

Vineria and Mel:I MEAN OVER OUR…….good looking bodies

Lime and Wenda:THAT”S A FACT Mel blushed covering her face while Vineria blushed but was chill

Vineria:You're’ too kind babe..aight let’s do it

The three got in their sacks

Pinki:THREE…TWO…ONE START

Mel and Marm looked at Vineria

Marm:Nice try..you ain’t getting us like you did to Oren and Simon

Vineria shrugs:Suit yourself

She hopped really fast

Mel and Marm:OH CRUD

They bounced after her 

Wenda:WOW..she can go fast and slow?

Lime:Oh trust me Wenda she can change strategies when she needs to

Wenda:Yeah that makes sense GO BABE GO

Mard:GO BROTHER GO

Marm and Mel were far behind

Vineria crossed the line

Raddy amazed:WOW......she did you two dirty

Mel,Wenda,Marm and Mard shot him annoyed/dirty side eyes/glares

Raddy:What?

They threw their sacks at him getting him tangled

Raddy struggling:OH GOSH DARNIT

Oren laughed:Karma babe

Raddy:Screw off OREN

Pinki:Don’t make me punch you

Raddy got up:Yeah right-

Pinki punch him across the face

He landed on his stomach with a leg twisted over the other and his arm on his back

Oren with sparkling eyes:Woooooooooooooow

Pinki:Anyway its Sky vs Lime vs Wenda

Wenda:Hopefully I can *jokingly*pick up the slack

Mel:Oh shut up Wenda before I take the a out of your name

Wenda,Sky and Lime got into their sacks

Fun Computer:THREE TWO ONE GO

They hopped at equal speed

Vineria:Would it be funny if Lime wins and I have to fight him?

Mel:It would…if that happens will you let Lime win or no?

Vineria:Pffft knowing him he’ll let me win…..so…..

Mel:I wish I won but *squints her eyes at her*SOMEONE TRICKED ME

Vineria rolls her eyes:Girl you knew I take it slow so I had to go fast?

Simon and Oren:SO WHY DID YOU TRICK US?

Vineria shrugs

Oren and Simon pouted:You jerk

Lime distracted:HEY

Vineria:FOCUS ON THE GAME BABE

Oren:NAH WE WANT A REMATCH

Vineria deadpan:I beat yall fair and square you sore loses

Oren:LIke your wig-

Lime pounced on him pinning him to the ground in lightning speed

Lime:DISS MY BABES WIG AGAIN IM SHOVING THOSE HEADPHONES SO FAR DOWN YOU”LL TASTE THE MUSIC

Oren was shaking 

Everyone looked shocked even Wenda and Sky who stopped

Wenda:WOW…….

Lime had static electricity 

Raddy:Oh wow he moved FAST FAST

Wenda:Aight settle down now

Sky:Yeah

Raddy:Hands off my-

Lime touches him and Raddy get’s electrocuted 

Raddy a bit cooked/charred:Ow..*coughs*

He falls on his back 

Wenda:Boys will be boys

Sky:Aren't you one too?

Mel:33% at best

Wenda smugly:That’s how far you got before Vineria did you dirty-

Mel tackled her and had her pinned

Mel growled a bit

Wenda:....Infront of everyone…seriously?

Mel blushed madly

Sky:Okay this has gone on long enough

Sky made it to the end

Oren:VINERIA VS SKY

Wenda:WHAT?DANGIT BABE you are so going in timeout when we get home

Mel:Is it in your-

Wenda covered her mouth:I will slap you

Mel:Mmmmm nice

Cuts to Mel with her arms crossed facing Mr Tree

Mr Tree:....Okay I could let ALL of that go….if it wasn’t infront of Sky

Mel:He doesn’t even understand

Mr Tree deadpan:Did you seriously not remember earlier?

Mel:....Gosh darn it

Mr Tree:Exactly

Sky:So let me guess…..you guys don't want me thinking of MEL’s so called “flirting”

Everyone else:YES

Sky:Ready Vineria?

Vineria nodded:Yep

Pinki:THREE TWO ONE GO

The two were jumping at an even pace

Vineria:To be frank I know you're gonna let me win so why don’t we do it at a fair pace?

Sky:Fair

Oren:Wow today has been a good day

Raddy weakly:Yeah….such a good day

Lime smirked

Tunner:So you threw the game for your partner?

Lime:You did it when Brud got injured

Tunner:Different situations

Lime:Eh whatever I made it to round 2

Tunner had his hands on his hips:You sassy piece of grass..looks like Vineria would smoke you

Lime:And your husband would suck your blood or claim your soul with the scythe

Tunner gasped

Jevin laughed:Oh please I wouldn’t do option two

Tunner stared at him with a “What the frick babe” look

Lime snickered

Fun Bot:GUYS LOOK

Sky and Vineria were neck and neck 

Pinki:And the winner is

The two tied 

Pinki:A TIE?

Lime:So..whose the winner?

Sky:Let’s call it a tie

Vineria:Yeah i’m down

Oren held both of their arms up:AND THE WINNERS ARE VINERIA AND SKY

Everyone cheered and clapped

Sky:Thanks

Vineria:Yeah

Oren:So what do you want as a prize?

Sky and Vineria:Oh we know what to do

Cuts to everyone at a picnic table eating Cheeseburgers and Hot Dogs

Simon:Careful babe 

Durple:Yeah yeah yeah I get it

Brud took a bite:So delicious

Simon:Yeah

Mard:Yup delicious

They hold each other's hand

Oren:Well…it’s been a good day I say everyone won 

Mel from the tree pouting:CAN I EAT NOW?

Wenda sighs:Sure

Mel got up and joined them

Raddy was bandaged up after being electrocuted with his cheek swolen:I feel like a loser…

Pinki:I did say to fix that attitude of yours

Raddy rolls his eyes

Jevin took a bite of his burger:I gotta say good job Sky and Vineria I thought you’d want us to plant or play with you?

Sky:Obviously we’d do something that everyone would enjoy

Mard:Yeah good job you two

Marm:You do know that were giving them free food right?

Mard:Oh be quite brother and enjoy the moment

Marm:Okay i’ll put it on everyones-

Everone looked at him deadpan

Marm sighs:Okay it’s free

Everyone else cheered

Oren:We should give Durple a cheer for suggesting the idea

Durple deadpan:IT WAS A JOKE…but it was fun

Oren:So what should we do tomorrow?

Brud:Something that won’t actually injure someone

Simon:I agree with Brud

Mard:Hey careful..you got your boyfriend and I got mine

Simon:And you got no money today

Everyone else:OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Brud:Hey be nice to my boyfriend

Simon:Yes Brud

Brud:Hey guys you think Shelby and her family are doing something like us?

Everyone's eyes widened 

Oren:Wait what?

Brud:Yeah Shelby and her friends

Simon:Im…*smiles*Sure they are

Brud:Yay *he continues eating*

Pinki to Oren:Should we be worried he remembers that part but not the other?

Oren:As long as Brud remembers the good stuff…i’ll be fine

Simon to Durple:How does…

Durple a bit worried:I..don’t know but atleast he remembers our new friends

Simon:Yeah

Everyone enjoyed their meal after a long day

Pilot is done

Ngl my phone was lagging a lot while scrolling down lol

Yay pilot :D

[skeletoninthemelonland]

IM FINALLY WRITING THE SPRINGDAD X READER THINGY RAHHHH!

But I do have a few questions, just for authenticity’s sake :} Some might of been answered already but I hope not-

How would Will react to being hugged from behind?

Is he a morning person?

Does he use pet names? If so, what are some examples?

Does he drive the kiddos to school, or do they ride the bus?

What would he make for breakfast?

How does he react to flirting? Specifically from someone he’s dating.

Does he take testosterone shots? And while I’m not writing smut, I am curious, does he have bottom surgery done? If not, would he ever get it?

Is Evan in preschool or does he stay home during the day?

How does he sleep? Shirtless, pajama shirt and pants, etc.

I might send more, but these are all I have off the top of my head :]

How would Will react to being hugged from behind?

I think he gets surprise hugs a lot from Mike and Evan (y'know when cubs try to surprise attack their parents and they just pretend to be scared of them? Like that) so he might feel amused at first. I'd say he'd have a very tranquil reaction to it. A small chuckle, then stop whatever he's doing to hug the person back.

Is he a morning person?

He's def a morning person! He is exhausted at the end of the day. He's also the kind of person to take naps after lunch whenever he can.

Does he use pet names? If so, what are some examples?

UM. He does use "love" and "dear", but he might as well say "Meu amor" for special occasions :D

Does he drive the kiddos to school, or do they ride the bus?

Bus! But sometimes Springdad and the children walk to school (I'm pretty sure they use bicycles, too). Pretty sure he knows how to drive, though.

What would he make for breakfast?

Springdad and the kids have a fairly common Brazilian breakfast that usually consists of fruits and French bread. Springdad is the only one in the family who loves coffee (Mike HATES it and opts for drinking milk with Nescau). They also eat pão de queijo and empadinhas, and if they're not rushing to start the day, Springdad makes them pancakes.

How does he react to flirting? Specifically from someone he’s dating.

I personally think he does feel flustered, but disguises it by flirting back. He doesn't exaggerate in flirting, though.

NOTE: Expect Springdad to be an affectionate partner. He doesn't express himself with words as much as he does with actions. I can imagine him placing his hand on his partner's shoulder or squeezing their hand to encourage them and make them feel less anxious during stressful situations. He'd also be the kind of person to wait for their partner to get out of the bus after work, especially during bad weather. He does many acts of service, and if his partner is feeling exhausted/sick, he will insist that they should rest while he takes care of the house chores. He enjoys just having someone's presence, even if they're not directly talking. Oh, and he will ask about their favorite dish!

Does he take testosterone shots? And while I’m not writing smut, I am curious, does he have bottom surgery done? If not, would he ever get it?

He takes testosterone shots!! It took a while for Springdad to save enough money for his bottom surgery, but he does have it at some point.

Is Evan in preschool or does he stay home during the day?

While Evan is still too young, Springdad has to take him to work. If he couldn't do that, he'd call a babysitter (usually Henry or Vanessa :] )

How does he sleep? Shirtless, pajama shirt and pants, etc.

During cold seasons? Yeah sure, he usually wears an old t-shirt. Warm season? Nah. He sleeps shirtless. No blanket. No socks on. AND if it's still hot, he will turn on the fan. (He keeps his pj pants on dw)

[anja-delrey]

Day 1: I'm currently 159cm and 41kg so BMI 16.2

Day 2: Pickles, cucumbers, salmon, black coffee and green tea because I'm scared of carbs, saturated fats and high cal foods

Day 3: I hate seeing people eat, it's not even envy I just find it so disgusting how they shovel food in their mouth. Especially my brothers, one of them ate a thick pancakes the size of two plates covered in syrup and told me he's STILL hungry and I thought I was gonna puke

Day 4: 35kg because I'll be BMI 13 and I want to look sickly thin and be very bruised and bony

Day 5: I adore wintergirls and skins because they're actually good and not cringe imo

Day 6: not all of these are bcuz of my ED but Lux Lisbon from the virgin suicides because she was literally me when I was 14, Daisy Randone from girl, interrupted because of how she hates eating in front of others and her anger then not a character but I am the reincarnation of Courtney Love

Day 7: my mom would always make these comments. I grew up in a very almond family so my mom would get angry if I ate a bar of chocolate and always told me I should exercise more and that kind of thing. Then I gained to 52kg—which made me BMI 21.5—one summer and I started restricting

Day 8: probably just that I didn't recover, I just ate healthy for a bit before relapsing

Day 9: I'm not because I'm not sick enough to be in recovery.

Day 10: it was never dieting for me. It started out with mia that turned into ana.

Day 11: probably mysli, I love that shit

Day 12: idk I wear the same clothes I would when I'm BMI 14

Day 13: I don't know!! I don't get triggered by thinspo because sometimes I see ppl bigger than me in it

Day 14: I first drink water, then I look at proana tiktoks, then I play music that reminds me of ana and if that doesn't work I go honk shoo mimimimi

Day 15: realistically, no. But my god do I hope.

Day 16: when you encourage others to be anorexic

Day 17: Nintendo 64 by Alex g, family tree by Ethel cain, Carmen by Lana Del Rey, miss world by hole and fast as you can by Fiona apple

Day 18: probably fried rice, it's been like a year since I last had it

Day 19: I told my friend and she's worried about me but idgaf

Day 20: it's always been toxic, I started out with bulimia in 2022 so it's not ever been healthy and I'm somewhat ok with that

Day 21: I like my eyes, ribs and hair

Day 22: my stepdad told me once when I ate dinner late that I didn't deserve it. I think of that every time I eat.

Day 23: no and no.

Day 24: metab days, not cheat days, but I do binge sometimes but it's not planned

Day 25: thighs, honestly, from 55cm to 44cm