#I just couldn’t get the expression right for him. with mash I was just having fun drawing pathetic loser crying

[p1nkc4lyps0]

summer one farmer mash shitpost except I was having too much fun with the expressions and the meme is now a little off anyway they’re both autistic

[starlazergazer]

Couldn't Get Rid of Me if You Tried

Pairing: Anakin x Reader

Request(s): Reader has a nightmare and Anakin stays with her / Reader can’t sleep so Anakin stays by her side / Reader hasn’t slept in a few days and Anakin notices and makes the reader go to bed, not leaving until they fall asleep

Warnings: Swearing, nightmares

Word Count: 4.9K

A/N: Long overdue but I finally finished writing something! This is a mash up of a few different requests I thought would work well together so let me know what you think!

Anakin fixed his robes for what felt like the tenth time in the last ten minutes, part of him chastising himself for being this anxious over nothing but a bigger part of him worried that they weren’t laying properly, or that his hair was sticking up in a weird direction, or that there was something stuck in his teeth.

Not that you would ever judge him for any of that of course. In fact, he already knew exactly what you would do. You would fix whatever it was yourself, an amused giggle slipping out as you approached to rake your hands through his hair attempting to tame every stray piece until you were satisfied, a light smile never dropping from your face throughout the process.

Another part of him considered messing up something on purpose just so he could see that smile.

But no that was a bit ridiculous even for him. You were expected to land any minute now and spend the next week in meetings preparing to address the senate, and Anakin was to be your guard for the entire time. He’d have plenty of time to earn your smile, hopefully without needing to embarrass himself.

The sound of the door opening snapped him out of his thoughts. Anakin quickly jumping to his feet, holding his hands rigidly in front of him and taking a deep breath.

A loud voice sounded before he saw anyone, a list of meetings and notes being rattled off by one of your aids loudly as in strolled your own personal security guard, the man immediately noticing Anakin and giving him a small nod before scanning the room, you following in close behind him.

Anakin couldn’t help but grin as you entered the room, your attention completely absorbed by the datapad you held in your hand, eyes skimming across the screen rapidly as you read, offering small hums of acknowledgment as your aide continued to rattle off messages.

You walked right by without even noticing, going on autopilot to your desk and setting the pad down, not sitting yourself but rather standing over it, stretching your legs as you continued to read. Anakin couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath at the sight, vividly remembering your conversation with him after your last flight into Coruscant about how the long flight made your legs ache, you refusing to sit for as long as possible afterwards in an attempt to get blood flowing back to your toes.

“Allana has senator-“ and finally your gaze rose from the pad, instinctively heading towards your aide’s form but snapping to Anakin the minute you realized there was another person in the room, brows furrowed for a moment before you recognized him “An- uh jedi Skywalker?”

His lips ticked up at the near slipup, giving you a small bow “senator it’s nice to see you”

“It’s nice to see you too” and the confused expression returned to your face, eyes snapping to your guard then aide for a moment before returning “Is there something I can help you with?”

It was now Anakin’s turn to wear the confused expression “I was under the assumption that you had requested extra protection for your speech”

Your eyes snapped to your bodyguard, raising an eyebrow “Did we request extra protection?”

“We did” he nodded, pausing a brief second before continuing hesitantly “I figured it could be beneficial after what happened last time”

He could hear your sigh from across the room as your gaze snapped back to the datapad, quickly resuming your reading only making Anakin more confused.

“What happened last time?”

Your gaze snapped up to your guard, a silent threat sent across the room before your gaze connected with his, a smile painted on your lips that didn’t reach your eyes “nothing”

Anakin was already turning to Dex, your guard, a million questions on the tip of his tongue. He hadn’t been on Coruscant the last time you had made the trip out but he hadn’t heard of anything happening. What were you keeping from him? Instead of being able to ask, however, Allana spoke up, her voice slightly higher than usual as she sought to cut the tension in the air.

“Senator you’re needed at-“

You didn’t even let her finish, grabbing your datapad off the table and waving her off “of course senator Elan’s meeting thank you Allana” and without even looking back at him you were headed back out the door, your entourage filing out behind you leaving Anakin to bring up the rear, trying to edge off his disappointment from your much too quick welcome.

-

You were back at your desk, the same place you had been all day if not in a meeting, typing away furiously at your speech before you, not taking notice of Anakin’s approach until he set the glass down before you.

He’d made you your favorite, the same one you always had whenever you came to Coruscant, usually shared with Anakin while the two of you talked before bed. He always missed those talks, one of the few times he felt like he could really talk about himself not in relation to the jedi order, one of the few times he got to actually hear from you, not the senator.

You smiled up at him as he set it down and Anakin felt a warmth spread through his chest at that look, feeling that finally you were looking at him for the first time all day, not the curious jedi showing up in your room or the hired guard standing off in the corner, just a friend who made you a drink. “Thanks Ani”

And oh how he missed hearing that nickname from you, a grin creeping on his lips as he clinked his own glass softly against yours, rising it to his lips in an attempt to hide it as he sat down in one of the chairs before your desk, settling in as you went back to typing, finishing out a few more words before finally taking the glass.

“Where’s Dex?”

You shrugged back at him, eyes casting back to your screen as you read over whatever you had written “I told him he could go to bed, you’re up to guard me”

He nodded back at your answer, taking another sip of his drink before responding “It is rather late are you heading to bed soon yourself?”

He watched your eyes jump to the nearest clock, eyebrows jumping up slightly as you read the time, an exhausted sigh escaping as you rubbed a hand over your face “Today went by much too quickly”

He chuckled softly at you as you shut down your system, picking up your glass as you walked down around your desk to sit in the chair next to him, angling your body to face him “I guess time flies when you’re having fun” he offered.

You laughed at that, shaking your head softly “oh is that what this is?”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you and Anakin always loved how he never felt the need to fill silences like this when they came up between the two of you, more than happy to just sit in your company.

“How’s Obi-wan doing?” You asked him, a small smile growing on Anakin’s face.

“He’s good, he’s off world on an assignment right now”

“You’re not with him?”

“No there’s this senator who requested extra protection for this speech she’s giving” he responded innocently “extra protection her team requested due to some incident she stupidly won’t tell me about”

You hummed back in response and Anakin couldn’t help but notice the way you seemed to struggle to keep your eyes open, your posture completely slumped over in your chair as you used it to support your head “maybe this senator has a very good reason for that”

“I doubt it” he responded with a soft shake of his head “maybe this senator should go get some sleep before she falls asleep in her office chair”

That seemed to snap you back to attention, your posture pushing you back up slightly as you made extra effort to make eye contact with him, groaning slightly as you did so “no I’m okay”

“oh yeah you look it” he hummed back with a smirk, pushing himself to his feet and offering you his hand.

“No come on talk to me. I haven’t gotten to talk to you in months I miss it” and he felt his heartstrings tug at your words, his smirk growing into a softer smile as he chuckled slightly.

“Then it’s a good thing you’ve got me for a whole week” he mused “but right now you look like you need sleep badly so come on”

With a small roll of your eyes you took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. And he tried to ignore the fact that he had stood too close to your feet when he pulled you up, tried to pretend it hadn’t been his intention when your body was nearly pressed against his once you were standing, tried to disregard the way his body seemed to hum from the close contact before he stepped aside and slipped a soft hand to the small of your back to usher you forward.

“You know I think I can find my way back to my room from here” the amusement in your voice telling him that you didn’t mind.

“The council tasked me with protecting you this week and I’ll have you know I take my job very seriously” he told you, the mock sincerity in his own tone making you laugh, his heart swelling within his chest at the sound.

“I’ll be sure to leave you a glowing review with the council then, five stars for jedi Skywalker” you slowed outside your door, pushing it open but spinning around to lean against the doorway and face him, Anakin relishing the soft smile that graced your lips as you looked up at him.

“I certainly hope that your scale is out of five stars” he practically hummed the words, taking a cautious step closer to you eagerly noting the way the corners of your mouth lifted even higher as he did so.

“oooh unfortunately my scale is out of ten stars” you scrunched up your face in a grimace, a small shake to your head as your eyes bounced back and forth between his own “you lost some back there when you made me go to bed instead of staying to talk to me”

“It’s a good thing I have all week to earn them back then” he mused with a smirk, leaning softly forward.

And by this point it would be so easy, so easy to lean down and close the distance, so easy to capture your lips into his own, so easy to pull you by the waist against his chest, so so easy….so so over the line.

He halted his movements the second the thought occurred to him, the realization that any push forward would be without a doubt crossing a line. And he wasn’t just talking about the jedi’s line, he could reconcile with disobeying the code, but this would be crossing your own as well. He was your hired guard, a man whose sole responsibility it was to protect you, surely you wouldn’t want someone like that acting the way he so desperately wanted to, crossing that professionalism boundary.

It'd been quiet for too long, Anakin too in his own head to realize it until it was too late, until your smile started to slowly slip off your lips, a ghost of one remaining as you spoke, soft and sweet “Goodnight Ani”

And he tried to ignore the effect that nickname had on him as he forced himself to take a step back, giving you a small nod “goodnight senator”

“Y/N” the correction came quickly.

And he would pretend that he hadn’t done it on purpose, used your title instead of your name just so that you would correct him, assert in this moment at least that your relationship went beyond just senator and jedi guard. He would pretend that right now that was enough.

“Goodnight Y/N”

-

Anakin struggled to sleep that night, not that that was unexpected after what he had nearly done in your doorway, so it was no surprise that he was up early and dragging himself towards the dinning room of your apartment before the sun had even a chance to rise.

What was surprising was to see you already at the table, a piece of toast in one hand, a document you were reading over in the other.

“You’re already up?” he didn’t bother to disguise the shock in his voice, his brows furrowing at the sight.

“Had some work to get done” you shrugged, not taking your eyes off the document “figured I’d get an early start”

Slowly he made his way around the table to the chair beside you, his eyes never leaving your figure as he tried to piece out what information it felt like he was missing, his gaze quickly catching the dark bags under your eyes and the slow lethargic blinks you were giving the paper “how long have you been up?”

“Not long” another shrug, another avoidance.

“You look like you’re on the brink of collapsing” he pushed a teasing tone into his voice, hoping making light of the situation would get you to drop whatever guard you still had up “you don’t have any meetings for another few hours why don’t you go back to sleep for a little longer”

Finally you turned your head to look at him, Anakin easily seeing through your every attempt to appear more awake, the way your posture straightened, the way your gaze widened slightly, the small uptick in one side of your mouth as you forced a smile, a façade created solely for his benefit “I’m okay Ani”

“And you’d tell me if you weren’t?” he asked skeptically.

This got an amused snort out of you as you turned back to your work, a more real smile gracing your lips “probably not”

And for now he decided to drop it, to let you have whatever secret you were keeping from him, to let you have one sleepless night “next time I’m asking for a less stubborn senator”

You laughed at that, a fond shake of your head as you glanced over at him “nice try I know I’m your favorite”

You have no idea.

-

He found you in the same place as the night before, your head propped up lazily on your fist as you stared down at the page before you on the desk, your other hand slowly taking notes with movements that were far too large and far too lazy to be anything legible. “Senator we have got to stop meeting like this” he teased from the doorway, a brief flick up of your eyes the only sign that you had heard him “you behind your desk nearly falling asleep in the chair, me walking in telling you to go to bed. Feels awfully familiar”

“Y/N” your soft voice quietly protested; your head still propped in the same position as you ignored the rest of his sentence.

“Y/N let’s go to bed” He dropped his voice to a low, calm pitch, stepping into the room and up to your desk, watching you slowly push yourself into a more upright position.

“No I need to finish this” you objected with a sigh, digging the heels of your hands into your eyes as you stretched in your chair.

He couldn’t help but chuckle fondly at the movement, his eyes darting down to the page you were taking notes on “sweetheart your notes aren’t even legible.”

Your head snapped down to the page as well, taking in what looked like nothing more than a series of random loops that were supposed to be your notes “shit”

“yeah” he chuckled softly, head nodding to behind him as he spoke “come on you can do it in the morning.”

“No I need to-“ objections poured out of your mouth again but Anakin barely heard them as he made his way around your desk to crouch down next to you, your voice halting once Anakin placed the crook of his finger beneath your chin, pulling your gaze to him.

“When was the last time you slept?” he asked softly, taking in the way every feature of yours screamed of exhaustion “and don’t say last night I know that’s a lie”

You let out a sigh at that, pulling your face back from his grasp “I mean I did sleep some last night”

“When was the last time you slept more than an hour?” he countered.

That question silenced you, your gaze fixed on the work in front of you, your voice so soft when you finally did answer Anakin had to strain to hear it “I don’t know”

“Exactly” he sighed, reaching down to grab one of your wrists, giving it a small tug “come on you need to sleep.”

“I don’t want to sleep” and he knew it wasn’t just because of work, but he wasn’t going to push, not yet.

“Okay, you said last night you wanted to talk what if we did that instead?”

Your head rose to meet his gaze slowly, your brows furrowed slightly as you looked up at him skeptically “yeah?”

“Yeah” he nodded with a smirk “but only If you’re laying down in bed”

You groaned at that, your body slumping forward so that your forehead hit your desk.

“Come on” he laughed, using a hand on your shoulder to pull you back up to sitting position, giving it a soft squeeze before reluctantly removing it “you don’t want to sleep? Fine, but at least lay down. A compromise” he tried to convince you with a small chuckle “and here I thought you’d be proud of my negotiating abilities as a senator and all.”

That finally earned him a laugh, then another groan as you pushed yourself to your feet “can’t believe you’re using this power for evil.”

“If you weren’t so stubborn I wouldn’t have to” he hummed back softly, leading you down the hallway and to your room, giving you a chance to change and brush your teeth before ushering you to your bed and taking a seat on the ground beside it.

“You know it’s a big bed” you offered softly, sleep already pulling your voice down to a near mumble “you can sit up here.”

“I’m good right here” he responded softly as he leaned his back against your mattress, his position putting him mere inches from your resting form above.

A hand was cast carefully down over the edge of the mattress and before Anakin could think otherwise he reached up and tangled his fingers with yours, choosing to believe you offered it to him by doing so, accepting that perhaps it was just the position you liked to sleep in even as you hummed happily from above him as he rubbed the pad of his thumb lazily back and forth on your finger.

“Can we talk yet?” your voice was muffled from your position on the mattress, but Anakin didn’t complain, keeping up the rhythmic motions of his thumb as he responded in a soft voice barely above a whisper.

“What do you want to talk about sweetheart?”

“Tell me about your last mission” you supplied immediately a smile rising on Anakin’s face as he started to tell the story, barely paying attention to his own words as he instead focused on the sound of your breathing, waiting until it started to slow and deepen.

He stopped talking once it did, his thumb slowing to a halt only after he made sure you hadn’t noticed the silence, only then daring to press a soft kiss to your knuckles before pushing himself to his feet and out the door. A soft “goodnight Y/N” whispered from the doorway before he shut the door behind him.

-

Not long after Anakin had fallen asleep a disturbance in the force was dragging him back to consciousness. It took a few seconds to orient himself as he sat up in bed, part of his brain trying to take in his surroundings while the other part was screaming that something was wrong.

His body reacted before his mind did, his feet were on the ground and pulling him towards you before anything else, his only instinct being to get to you.

Saber hilt in hand he threw open your bedroom door, eyes rapidly scanning the empty room before falling on your sleeping form as your head whipped back and forth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as your legs tangled up in the sheets.

With a small sigh in relief Anakin set his saber down on your bedside table before making his way over to you, a hand coming to your shoulder to give your body a small shake.

Your eyes shot open immediately, a surprised yelp escaping your lips the same moment, as one foot reared up and made contact with his torso.

A grunt left Anakin as he was pushed backwards by your kick, your form scrambling up the bed to get further away from him, loud ragged breaths coming from you as you curled up defensively in a ball as far away from him as you could.

 “Hey hey it’s okay” he tried to soothe you, one hand coming up but refusing to take a step towards you yet, giving you a moment to calm down.

Your heavy breaths were the only thing filling the silence in the room as you offered no response, your form staying tightly curled in on itself as Anakin practically begged you to answer him.

“Y/N you’re safe, it’s just me, it’s Anakin” he tried again.

Your breaths halted at his words, your form remaining unmoving, Anakin risked a step forward.

“It’s just me”

“Ani?” Your broken voice had his knees shaking, Anakin having to fight to urge to rush to you knowing that would likely just set you off again.

“Yeah that’s right it’s just me sweetheart”

Another tense silence passed between the two of you before you spoke again, your voice slightly stronger “Ani? Ani, oh god I’m so sorry-“

Anakin didn’t let you finish, taking your words to mean he was okay to approach as he closed the distance between the two of you in a few steps and scooped you up into his arms as he sat down on the bed.

You didn’t hesitate to curl up in his arms, taking the opportunity to bury your face in his chest, slow shaky breaths wracking your body as you fought more tears.

“You got nothing to apologize for sweetheart” he tried to assure you, running a hand softly through your hair as he held you tightly against himself.

Your breaths started to slowly even out as your muscles started to untense, your body slowly relaxing in his hold. Only once you had completely calmed down did Anakin speak again, burying his face in your hair “do you want to talk about it?”

You didn’t respond, something Anakin certainly didn’t blame you for, simply held you against him, rocking softly as he continued to stroke your hair.

After a few more minutes you started to shift in his arms and Anakin had to fight the instinct to hold on tighter, to not let you escape. Nonetheless he forced his arms to go slack to allow for your movement, feeling relieved when all you did was shift until your back was against his chest. Anakin eagerly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him once again, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence.

“Last time we were here” your voice was soft enough that even from his position just behind you he struggled to hear “a man broke in and hid in my room”

Anakin’s movements stilled at that, his entire body freezing for a moment as his brain struggled to process your words.

“I just woke up and he was there at the end of my bed” you continued in an empty, hollow voice “I screamed and Dex came and took care of it. Nothing happened, nothing” and here it felt like you were trying to assure yourself more than him “but still I’ve been having nightmares about it ever since”

And as usual Anakin’s first instinct was to reach for anger, ire rising within him towards the jedi council for not telling him, towards Obi-wan who had to have known, towards Dex for letting him act as your guard without all the facts, towards himself for not having picked up on it sooner.

But as you shook slightly in his arms he knew his anger wouldn’t serve him properly here, lashing out at anyone wouldn’t fix anything, it wasn’t what you needed now.

His hold on you tightened, pulling you further into his chest as his chin sat comfortably in the crook of your neck, mumbling the question against your skin “sweetheart why didn’t you say anything?”

You sniffled, your cheek resting comfortably against his for a second before you answered “It’s stupid”

“It’s not-“ Anakin’s objection came quickly but your affirmation followed shortly, as if you had been expecting it.

“It is, he didn’t even hurt me, didn’t threaten me, just startled me and now months later I’m still too scared to sleep? It’s pathetic”

“You are far from pathetic” You could feel Anakins words against your skin as he spoke, his face lifting off your shoulder to press a kiss to the back of your head “A man broke into your room and you found him looming over you while you slept, that is objectively terrifying.”

He felt you sigh against him, the words clearly not fully sinking in.

“Besides its not entirely about what had happened, which I cannot stress enough is horrible, but rather the idea of what could have happened. Maker Y/N why are you even still in this room? You should’ve taken mine”

You were quiet for a bit, a deep breath inflating your chest against him before you responded “I thought if I stayed here I could force myself to get over it, to try and be braver than it”

He shook his head at that, unable to keep the fond smirk from growing on his lips at your answer “You’re plenty brave for even taking this apartment after last time, staying in the same room is just stupid”

That earned him a wet laugh, a few chuckles that had you relaxing slightly in his hold “Will you stay with me, please?”

The thought of leaving hadn’t even occurred to him “Sweetheart you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried”

Another small set of chuckles, your body further melding with his as you relaxed even further, exhaustion finally starting to take over.

“Except not here, come on lets go back to my room”

You shook your head at that, leaning it back against his chest “no it’s okay-“

“Please” he cut you off with a near whisper “for me please don’t force yourself to stay in this room”

Nothing but the feeling of your breaths against his chest for a few moments before a reluctant nod “yeah okay”

Anakin smiled satisfactorily at that, slowly, reluctantly releasing his hold on you to allow you to stand up, not hesitating before taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you out of the room behind him before you could object.

Walking into his room Anakin didn’t hesitate to slip into one side of the bed, watching you carefully as you stood apprehensively at the edge of the bed on the other side, slow choppy movements in your limbs as you reached for the covers and carefully got into the other side, taking care to stay on your side.

But after tonight there was no more overthinking, no more worrying about crossing the line, no more talking himself out of things. You needed him and to Anakin that superseded everything.

As soon as your head hit the pillow Anakin scootched up behind you, throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you up against his chest, chuckling at the small gasp that left you at the movement.

But you didn’t pull away, your muscles tense for a moment as you adjusted before you relaxed against him, one foot coming back to tangle your legs with his own, burying yourself further into his chest as Anakin offered a content hum.

“For the record I really would have been okay with staying in my own room as long as you were there” You whispered back at him “you make me feel safe Ani”

He tightened the hold on you even more at your words, a smile so wide it hurt his cheeks overtaking his face as he buried it in your hair “alright we can try that tomorrow then”

“tomorrow?” you teased easily, any tension from the circumstances of your present predicament slowly fading from the room “awfully sure of yourself there aren’t you?”

“I told you sweetheart, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried”

[cailinsblog]

Baking Up Love: A Cozy Pumpkin Pie Date with Lando

Lando Norris x reader

The kitchen was buzzing with autumn vibes as Y/N and Lando prepared to tackle their first attempt at making a pumpkin pie together. Lando was fully equipped with a messy apron he’d already splattered with flour, while Y/N wore her own apron, ready to guide him through the recipe.

“Alright, chef,” Y/N said with a playful grin, holding up a can of pumpkin puree. “Ready to become a pie-making master?”

Lando looked at her skeptically, tilting his head as he glanced down at the ingredients. “I mean, I feel like I’ve got this,” he said with exaggerated confidence. “How hard could it be?”

“Oh, you’ll see,” Y/N teased, already laughing at his clueless expression. “Let’s start with the crust, shall we?”

She handed him a bowl and some flour, and as he poured the flour into the bowl, a small cloud puffed up around them. He looked down at the small mess and grinned sheepishly. “So… maybe this’ll be a little harder than I thought.”

They moved through the steps of the recipe with Y/N guiding him and Lando playfully pretending to know what he was doing. Every once in a while, he’d shoot her a proud grin as he successfully completed a step, and she’d respond with an encouraging nod or clap.

“Alright, next step is adding cold butter to the flour,” Y/N explained. “Here, we’re supposed to cut it in until it looks crumbly.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure. “Cut in the butter?” he repeated, poking the butter with a fork.

Y/N laughed, taking his hand and guiding him through the motion. “Yeah, like this,” she said, helping him blend the butter into the flour. “It’s like you’re mashing it up.”

He caught on quickly, and they ended up laughing and bumping elbows as they took turns mashing up the butter until the dough looked just right.

“Alright, now we just need to chill it,” she said, brushing a bit of flour off her hands.

Lando nodded, but just as she turned around to put the dough in the fridge, he dipped his fingers in a bit of leftover flour and gently tapped her on the nose, leaving a small white smudge. Y/N froze, her eyes widening as she looked at him in mock disbelief.

“Oh, you’re asking for it, Norris,” she said with a grin, scooping up a bit of flour in her hand.

He laughed, backing up with his hands held up in surrender. “Hey, hey, hey, I was just trying to add a bit of style here!”

She didn’t buy it, though, and before he knew it, a small handful of flour had hit his shoulder, leaving a dusting across his black T-shirt.

“Alright, that’s it!” he said, laughing as he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close and wiping a bit of flour from his shoulder onto her apron.

They laughed, both now a bit flour-covered, until Y/N finally surrendered, her cheeks flushed with laughter as they pulled apart. “Truce?”

“Truce,” he said with a playful smile, giving her a quick peck on the forehead.

Once the dough was chilling, they moved on to the filling. Y/N showed him how to measure out the pumpkin puree, brown sugar, and spices, watching as he carefully followed her instructions. The sweet and spicy aroma filled the kitchen, giving everything that warm, cozy fall feeling.

“Alright, now mix it all together,” she instructed, handing him a whisk.

Lando took the whisk and started stirring, glancing up at her with a small grin. “You know, I think I might actually be getting good at this.”

“You’re a natural,” she teased, nudging him. “By the end of this, you’ll be teaching me.”

He grinned, and they continued working together, stirring and adding ingredients. Y/N noticed the way Lando’s eyes would light up with each step, how he’d sneak little glances at her whenever she wasn’t looking. It made her heart feel warm, and she couldn’t help but think how much fun she was having with him, even in the simple, messy process of making a pie.

Once the filling was done, they pulled the dough out of the fridge, and Y/N rolled it out into a circle, carefully placing it in the pie pan. Lando watched closely, leaning over her shoulder.

“That looks amazing,” he murmured, looking impressed.

“Your turn,” she said, handing him the pan of filling. “Pour it in, chef.”

He grinned, pouring the pumpkin filling into the crust as she watched, making sure he got every last bit. They then placed the pie in the oven, setting the timer and giving each other a high five to celebrate their teamwork.

As they waited for the pie to bake, they cleaned up the kitchen, still teasing each other about the flour fight and laughing over their mistakes along the way. When the timer finally went off, Y/N took the pie out of the oven, and they both stood back, admiring their work.

“It actually looks… delicious,” Lando said, clearly proud of himself. He leaned over to inhale the warm, spicy scent and grinned. “Who knew I had it in me?”

Y/N laughed, nudging him with her shoulder. “I’m impressed. You make a pretty great baking partner.”

“Guess we’ll have to make this a fall tradition then,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist as they admired their creation.

Once the pie had cooled a bit, they sliced into it, each taking a piece to taste. Lando took a big bite, his eyes lighting up as he chewed.

“Oh, that’s good,” he said, nodding in approval. “I mean, I knew we’d nail it.”

Y/N took a bite herself, savoring the sweet, spiced flavor and nodding in agreement. “We’re basically pros,” she joked, laughing when Lando gave her a look of mock seriousness.

“Next time, we’re tackling an apple pie,” he declared, his arm still around her as they finished their slices, stealing bites from each other’s plates.

They spent the rest of the evening sharing stories and laughing over their flour-covered adventure, both feeling perfectly content in each other’s company. The kitchen was a mess, but the warmth of their laughter and the scent of pumpkin pie made it feel like the coziest place in the world.

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[everyandanything]

I'm bored so I'm posting something from my wip folder that will never see the light of day otherwise lol.

Warning though: I wrote this forever ago and i don't think I had the characters nailed down yet (also not super edited just fyi).

Darry and Pony were fighting again.

It was the third time this week that they were at each other’s throats, and Soda couldn’t even remember what the fight was about this time. Pony’s grades? Missing curfew? They were all starting to blend together.

“When will you get it through that thick skull of your’s kid? I don’t know why you think I’ve got all this money stashed away that I’m hiding from you, but I don't. You can’t just spring needing a new pair of shoes before next week’s track meet on me and expect the money to just fall from the sky.”

Money, then. That’s right, Pony’s old shoes were falling apart, and he needed to get a new pair.

“But you did know Darry! They’re your shoes from high school. They don’t even fit, how do you expect me to run anything decent in them?” Ponyboy was getting real worked up, but so was Darry, for that matter. They’d both been keyed up something fierce this week, but neither of them would tell Soda why.

“Hey guys, I just finished up the mashed potatoes, you’ll never guess what color they are this time,” Soda cut in, trying to lighten the mood. But he might as well not even be there.

“You’ve been running this long in them and it hasn’t slowed you down none. Coach just said to me last week that you could get a scholarship, so I know new shoes won’t make that much of a difference.”

“You and that damn track scholarship,” Pony muttered, rolling his eyes. Soda didn’t think Darry was supposed to hear, necessarily, but Pony also didn’t shy away from his older brother’s glare.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean? A scholarship could get you far kid, you got to look at the big picture—”

“There’s more to life than just sports, Darry! I don’t even know if I want a track scholarship. But I sure as hell know I don’t want to be lugging roofing around all day, and from where I’m standing, banking on a sports scholarship is a fast track to a life going nowhere.”

Soda’s mouth fell open at the words, shocked to hear something so cruel come from his baby brother. And from the look on Pony’s face, he was shocked too. Guilt was written all over his features as he reached out to his older brother.

“Shoot, I’m sorry Dar, I didn’t mean that. It’s just been a tough week, the Socs have been making my life a living hell. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

Soda chanced a glance at Darry, his expression broke Soda’s heart. There was a glassiness to his eyes that he knew his brother would never admit to, as he struggled to look anywhere but at his younger brother. He smiled at Pony’s apology, but Soda could tell it was strained.

He cleared his throat and said, “It’s fine, I get it.”

“Darry—”

But apparently, their brother didn’t want to hear it. “I’ll see what I can do about the shoes, alright? No promises though.”

Pony glanced over at Soda, alarm in his eyes. Soda knew the look matched his own, Darry never backed down so easily.

Unsure of what else to do, Soda cut in, “If you two are through bickering like two old women, you think you can sit down and eat? I slaved over these mashed potatoes.”

Pony headed towards him, but Darry shook his head. “I’m not that hungry, I think I might just turn in early tonight. Got a big day tomorrow.”

That was a load and Soda knew it, apparently, Pony did, too, because he said, “Come on Dar, don’t be like that. We all know you could eat the whole table after you get home from work.”

Darry finally looked towards them, and Soda could see it then. The cracks in his armor, the way he was barely holding it together. Darry hadn’t looked like this since right after their parents died and he’d had to fight to figure out how to keep their family together. Something was wrong, more than the fight with Pony, their brother’s harsh words had just been icing on the cake.

Soda wanted to do anything in his power to help his brother, but he didn’t know how. Darry gave him a pleading look then, and there was one thing, at least, Soda knew he could do.

“Lay off of him, Ponyboy. If he’s really that scared of pink potatoes, he doesn’t deserve them anyway.”

Pony glanced at him, “Pink, when’d you get pink food coloring?”

Soda gave him a look of mock confusion. “Who said anything about food coloring?”

Pony was clambering to go see his concoction, leaving Darry and Soda in the living room alone.

“You okay Darry?” He asked, voice quiet.

Darry blinked at him, He thought his older brother might say something, but he just shook his head. “I will be, Pepsi, I will be.”

Darry was already up sitting at the kitchen table, bills in hand, when Soda walked into the kitchen the next morning.

He looked older than Soda remembered. His skin worn, his eyes bloodshot. He reached a hand up to push his hair back and it trembled, just slightly. That never would have happened before. 

He hated being the middle man between his brothers, but he’d do anything to help protect Darry. He knew Pony didn’t get it, not yet. But one day he’d look back and realize all that their brother had given up just to keep them together.

“You get any sleep, Superman, or have you been staring at those bills like they’re a romance novel all night?”

Darry tuned those tired eyes towards him, and there was just a second where the mask was down, where the look he gave Soda was so haunted and lost that he wanted to reach over and wrap his big brother in a hug and never let go, but he knew that Darry would hate him for it.

So Soda watched as Darry put himself back together and offered his little brother a tight smile. “Just trying to figure out how to make it all work, little buddy. Money is tight this month anyways, and now Pony’s gotta have new shoes for the season.”

Soda made his way over to the fridge, pulling out the chocolate cake. “Does he really need them right now? You said so yourself last night, he’s gotta pair already.”

“Sure, but they’re my old pair. They’re worn to hell. Not to mention they’re at least two sizes too big. He’s right, if he doesn’t have a better pair, there’s no way he’s going to be able to keep up with the other guys, he’ll be too busy tripping.”

“He could make do though, it’s just track.”

Darry shook his head. “But it’s not just track. The kid’s really good, I’ve seen him. He could get a scholarship, go to college somewhere, make something of himself.”

“But there’s no guarantee, and the odds of it being a full ride even if he does are slim. We can hardly afford this place, how are you gonna help him pay for room and board even if he does go?”

Darry sighed, it was a bone weary sound of a man twice his age, and Soda hated that he was giving him a hard time first thing in the morning. 

“Sorry, I’m just trying to be realistic here, Darry. The kid’ll be fine if you don’t get him those shoes.”

“I’ve gotta at least give him a shot, I owe him that much. We’ll figure out the rest as it comes.” 

He stood up, heading to the front door, Soda frowned.

“What about breakfast? You gotta be starving.”

Darry waved him off, “Maybe later, I’m running late.”

Soda glanced at the clock, he didn’t have to be at work for another hour. “What about your lunch, did you grab your bag?”

“I’ll get something on my way, I gotta go, Pepsi, see you tonight!”

And with that, Darry was gone. For some reason, Soda couldn’t get rid of that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that something wasn’t quite right. But then Pony came in, bleary-eyed and gunning for the chocolate cake, and Soda let himself forget.

It was well after midnight, and the gang was all curled up watching movies at the Curtis household.

It wasn’t often that they all stayed in, usually someone was to antsy, looking stir up trouble somewhere (that someone was usually Dally). But the game was on that night, and then Two-Bit got them caught up watching the Mickey cartoons, and the next thing Soda knew, they were all sitting around eating cake and watching movies. It was nice to hang back every once in a while, Soda decided. Maybe they went out too much anyway.

“Man, I can’t believe Darry missed that game, he’s gonna be kicking himself,” Two-Bit said.

Soda felt his heart skip a beat because Darry hadn’t ever been out this late before, not since their parents died. The guy hadn’t even taken a night out on the town, no matter how much Soda begged him. It’d been another reason he was alright staying home, just to make sure his brother got back okay.

“Maybe we can give him a hard time for being late, a taste of his own medicine and all that,” Pony mumbled.

Steve laughed. “Yeah, good luck with that pipsqueak, Superman would just catapult you into next year.”

Pony furrowed his brow, but they were all saved from the ensuing fight when the screen door finally opened. Relief flooded Soda, but it was short lived.

His brother was a wreck. His clothes coved in grime, disheveled in a strange way. He didn’t even seem to notice them sitting there, taking the tool belt off from around his waist and hanging it by the door, then pulling his shoes off, one by one, his hands still shaking like they had that morning.

“Damn, Superman, what the hell happened to you?” Two-Bit asked.

Darry blinked, seeming to notice them for the first time. But he just waved them off, not saying a word as he headed down the hall and beelined for the bathroom. A second later they heard the shower switch on.

They sat in silence for a moment, the mood soured to something uncomfortable. “Is he okay?” Leave it to Johnny to be the one to voice what they were all thinking.

“Sure he is, kid, fighting crime’s just a tough gig is all,” Two-Bit said, smirking, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off the bathroom door.

Dally broke the spell then, standing up and giving a large stretch. “Whatever man, it’s getting late anyways. If I don’t get home and get some sleep I’m gonna be useless tomorrow.”

“Yeah, because you do so much for the good of society now,” Steve muttered, and Dally really must have been tired, because usually that comment would have ended in a wrestling match.

“Watch your tone, Randle, or else I’ll pop your head off.”

“You guys can stay if you want, it’s late.” He offered, but really, he was glad to see them file out. Whatever Darry had going on, he wasn’t sure that he’d have the energy to keep up with the guys tonight, and Soda knew he’d try if they were still here.

The gang must have known it too, because they waved him off. 

“If I don’t show up at my place at least once this week my mom might really throw me out this time,” Two-Bit said with a wink.

The guys started filing out, but Two-Bit paused at the door, leveling Soda with a look. He wasn’t sure why, but it made him feel nervous.

“Keep an eye out for your brother, all right? Call if you need anything.”

Soda laughed, trying for a joke. “You going soft on me, Mathews?”

But Two-Bit didn’t laugh. “Darry’s done a lot for me, if I can return the favor, I will in a heartbeat, you got that?”

Soda nodded, “Of course, Two-Bit, I get it.” And Soda did. The two were closest in age out of the whole group, and they’d been thick as thieves once upon a time. No one could keep Two-Bit’s head on straight quite like Darry could.

Two-Bit patted him on the shoulder, “ Good man, Soda. I’ll see you losers tomorrow!”

Pony and Soda were left alone with nothing but the sound of the shower to break the silence. It felt heavier without anyone there to distract him.

“You think Darry’s okay?” Pony asked him.

Soda gave him a smile, pulling his little brother in close. “Yeah, he’ll be alright. Just needs some food and a good night’s sleep is all.”

Pony frowned. “Doesn’t he have to go in tomorrow though? He’s gotta leave in four hours.”

Soda glanced at his watch, frowning. Ponyboy was right, Darry didn’t have the weekend off; he was going to run himself into the ground at this rate. “Well, let’s get him something whipped up real quick so he can go straight to bed, sound good?”

Pony nodded, “Better leave it to me, if he has another one of your science experiments for dinner it might be the final nail in the coffin.”

Soda gave him a shove, laughing, and finally he heard the shower turn off. He tried to busy himself in the living room, cleaning up the remains of the chocolate cake and straightening up after the guys. It was amazing how much of a mess they could make after such a mellow night. Finally the door to the bathroom creaked open, and Darry came out.

He looked a little more human than he had earlier, but he still had that empty look in his eye that Soda didn’t like.

“Hey Darry, you ready to eat? Pony’s whipping something up for you.”

It took Darry a minute to turn his gaze towards him, “Pony?” He asked, voice quiet.

It scared Soda. But he didn’t want to make too much of a deal out of it, not in front of their brother. “Yeah, come on.”

Darry shook his head. “I’m not hungry, I think I’ll just go to bed.”

Soda walked over to his brother and grabbed his hand. It was calloused over, nails bitten to the quick. When had he gotten so worn down?

“Come on Darry, please? It’ll hurt Pony’s feelings if you skip out on his meal.”

He knew he wasn’t playing fair, but he was really starting to worry. Darry nodded and let himself be led to the kitchen table. Ponyboy offered him a smile.

“Here you are Darry, mashed potatoes and some leftover chicken. And wonder of wonders, everything is a normal color!”

“And where’s the fun in that, kid brother? I mean, if you can’t have your dinner every color of the rainbow, then what’s the point?”

That, at least, brought a small smile out of Darry. He nodded, and took the plate from Pony, his hand only shaking slightly. But he didn’t eat any of the food on the plate, just stared at the mashed potatoes.

Soda was debating whether he should prod his brother again and try to get to the bottom of this when he finally spoke up.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I have something for you.”

Pony tilted his head, “Me? What for?”

Darry pulled out his wallet and handed Pony a twenty dollar bill. “This is for those shoes for track, go out and get you a pair tomorrow.”

Pony kept looking between him and the bill, dumbstruck, like he thought this was all some sort of joke. “You’re kidding.”

Darry shook his head. “You said you needed shoes, right? Well, that ought to get you a good enough pair to last a few years.”

“Darry, no way, this is too much.”

Darry gave him a look, and for a second, he almost looked like his normal self. “You want me to take it back? Because I can put it to good use myself, you know.”

“What, no way! It’s mine now!” Ponyboy said, laughing. “This is great! Me and Johnny can go pick a pair out tomorrow, I’ve been looking at the catalog for weeks.”

Ponyboy’s grin was so wide that his face nearly split in two. And Soda watched as Darry relaxed, just a fraction, for the first time all day. Whatever he’d had to do had been worth it. Darry finally picked up his own fork and began eating. Maybe, Soda thought, they’d be okay.

[meowzilla111]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ “ GIRLS NEED LOVE TOO ”

pairings;; TOXICboyfriend!Toji x fem!reader

summary;; you’ve been feeling beyond neglected recently for quite a while now and you’ve had enough of it. You decide to call it quits with your man but well he has other plans.

content;; NSFW, toxic!toji, pure filth, nipple play, pussy smacking, established relationship, degradation, praise, thigh riding, oral (f. receiving), fingering, lowkey hurt comfort fluff idk weird mix tbh & sweet talking

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n;; icl this is the first ever smut i’ve written but I lowkey put my whole pussy into ts so hopefully yall like it LMAO nah but im a huge sucker for hurt and comfort type shih and lil toxic mfs soooooo here we r wat can I say a girl got fantasies mayn 🤷‍♀️ but if any of yall have any requests send em my way ill write em if it’s something I write.

♬ girls need love - summer walker (drake) ♬

“I wanna break up.”

You couldn’t even look into his eyes. For fucks sake how did you even manage to get to this point? From all the missed calls, the ignoring, rejecting your advances that came with a desperate crave of his affection, his attention, down to all the days you’d rub your legs together imagining what he could be doing not what he was doing.

Instead of receiving that oh so sweet loving that had you feining over this man you would now spend your days pondering if he even loved you anymore.

You knew he was a busy guy, you knew that better than anyone but you were sick of it, it was like you gave your 100% all while you sat there like a pigeon begging for a morsel of bread. Fuck was that about?

At this point you wondered the point of allowing you self respect to stoop so low like this for a man of all things especially one who seemed to give less of a shit if you lived or died, were you just another place to crash to him?

He looked up from the TV, sat on the couch, tendrils of smoke escaping his mouth, ribboning around you, his legs manspread open.

You didn’t know what he was thinking, you never really did but with how the air went still and the atmosphere shift you sure as hell began to regret your decision- wait no- you couldn’t take it back now what’s done is done.

“I want you to take your shi-“ “Fuck are you talking about?” swiftly cutting you off, you locked eyes with him, his heavy green eyes boaring into your soul as if he were evaluating your whole existence.

Your breath hitched. Your voice caught in your throat. Fuck your knees felt like they were gonna buckle right then and there why’d he have to be like this?

“You know what I’m talking about. You’re not incompetent now are you? I think i’ve been quite clear with my words I want to break up and I want you out my house.” you crossed your arms your feet flat planted on the ground you needed to show you meant business and that you would STAND on business, you weren’t just any woman, you weren’t to be messed with to be played with this man needed to know that.

He hummed tapping out his cigarette on the ash tray on the side table leaving the butt in the ash. He got up the man now looming over you. The tension was high.

He looked down at you his eyes refusing to leave yours “Where’s this shit coming from?” his voice was raspy. You took in his appearance his expression was unexplainable you couldn’t tell if he was mad or amused or a weird mash up of the two. You looked away what were you supposed to say?

He grabbed your chin with light force turning you back to face him your cheeks squished against his hand. “Look at me when i’m speaking at you.”

You wanted to speak you did but you were just putty when it came to him in the matter of seconds you felt yourself crumble your walls died down his face coming closer to yours, you really didn’t think this through did you?

“Cmon speak up silly girl where’s that bite from before?” he smirked his mocking tone riling you up and not in the way you wanted.

You felt a sudden jolt go to your clit, wetness pooling between your legs. He knew what he was doing. Stupid fucking toji.

“I’m waiting sweet one” that same mocking sarcastic tone still present god you were feeling humilated now, you needed to speak you couldn’t let this cunt belittle you, even if you were into it. He needed to hear your truth you needed to speak your mind.

“You never make time for me anymore toji.” He raised a brow moving his hand from your face crossing his arms letting you speak. “I’m fucking sick of it, I know you get busy but what about me! Don’t I matter? I dont think you love me anymore not like before you dont even say it anymore for fucks sake!” You flail your arms feeling genuine rage seep into your veins, all that bottled up annoyance spewing out of you like a waterfall.

“You barely even look at me anymore toji you dont even fuck me anymore do you find me ugly or something???? This isnt even the first time ive had this conversation with you, I need a man who can pay attention to me who can love me like I deserve and well you ain’t fucking cutting it no more.” You rubbed your temples, these stresses had been eating holes into you day in and day out you couldn’t do this shit anymore.

“I want to be loved is that so hard to ask?” your voice broke, you really didn’t want to cry but you felt a tear slip quickly wiping it away you looked down at the ground.

There was a second of silence until he spoke up.

“so thats what this whole big ass tantrums about, cause ya feel neglected huh?” Tantrum?? was he fucking skunked. Your head shot up as you glare at him as he raked his hand through his hair his veins prevelant throughout his buff arm.

“Its not a fucking tantrum toji its how I feel atleast im communicating its more than you’ve ever fucking done.” You snapped at him as he chuckled amused sittin back down patting his thigh

“c’mere princess sit down”

you kissed your teeth who did he think you were? “Im not fucking doing that”-

As you were close enough he tugged you down onto his lap. His arm around your hip as his thigh was placed snug against your heat intentional or not it sent shivers up your spine.

“Dunno who put all these stupid fuckin ideas in yer head” He poked your temple with his index.

“But I do love you okay? How could I find sucha pretty lady like you ugly hm? Don’t ever say that stupid shit to me again.” There were still a few stray tears falling from your tear ducks, he swiftly swiped them away with his thumb his hand wresting on your face “Then why dont you show it anymore ‘ji?..”

Maybe you were easy to please but it was like those four words immediately put your body at ease though the way he caressed your cheek aided at calming your psyche.

“Y’know I didn’t mean to be so busy ma” he hummed softly admiring your pretty face “All that time I musta forgotten to take care of my sweet wifey and we can’t have that can we hm.” His hand moved from your face as he leaned in moving to whisper in your ear. “cmon lemme take care of ya show you a good time hm what’dya say?”

His big hand wrapped around your throat hitting the right spot as he raised his thigh pressing against your clothed cunt.

you’re breath hitched you had no clue what you had expected out of this conversation, you knew there was no way you’d be able to leave him. He always knew how to reduce you to a bitch in heat. you looked into his eyes and bit your lip “Please me then fushiguro”

. . .

in an instant you felt your cami top pulled down, you flushed as he took in the sight infront of him licking his lips how had he gone this long without fucking his woman? Who knew, but he’d definitely make up for it “No bra hm? Dirty girl you were expecting this weren’t you” he mocked bringing his head down his breath cold on your nips, your nipples pebbled at the new found temperature. His tongue swiped over your left nipple as the hand around your waist moved your hips up and down on his big thigh “Let go mama rub that pretty cunt on me”

“hhhngh ji…” you whimpered as you began moving your hips picking up the pace chasing the friction whatever you were mad about was long gone right now all you were only focused on was feeling pure pleasure.

He took your tit into his mouth sucking it swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud lapping at it his right hand moving to your right tit his thumb tweaking your harden bud playing with it circling then swiftly moving to massage your pretty boobs.

He was obsessed.

You felt yourself coming closer to undone as he moved your hips faster bouncing his leg to aide your pleasure but you needed more it wasn’t enough your pussy was aching for skin to skin contact.

You pulled his head up his mouth still working on your nipple but now his gaze was fixed up at you. The sight pooled your panties. “Ji need more… please not enough hgh” you whined bucking your hips.

Your man smirked with a mouthful now unlatching a string of saliva from his tongue to your perky nipple following suit raising his head up he smacked your ass. “Is it, tell me what you need doll”

You hated when he did this you never liked voicing what you wanted finding it embarrassing too bad for you since he knew what he was doing, embarrassing you was his favourite past time.

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to angle your clit on his thigh a lil more “Need your touch please ji please” you whispered covering your face embarrassed.

he laughed at your state “Speak up silly girl can’t even hear ya.” he chuckled finding it amusing how he’d already coaxed such melodic pleas out of you. She covered her face with her hands embarrassed now shaking her head. He just chuckled deciding he’d be a little kinder today.

He pried your hands off your face “Lemme see that pretty face” you blushed now this was exactly what you were missing “There she is. You can do better than that come on i’m listening princess” he accelerated the speed of which he was boucing his leg moving you up and down your face animating more with the speed he had you going.

“ahhhhhh- Sir please please need your tongue on my clit wanna feel you licking me up” You buried your face in his shoulder biting into it. He could feel your clothed cunt pulsing on his thigh he was more than happy to fulfil your desire “See now was that so hard dumb little slut can’t even control herself look at you trying to hide those sweet ass moans we cant have that now can we.”

he grabbed you by the hair, chunks of your lush hair wrapping around his hand as he pulled your head up off his buff shoulder with a strong tug your neck craining back as tears welled at your eyes you were so overly sensitive your tongue flat on your bottom lip as you strained out moans “fuuuck haaa but the neighbours they’ll hear toji” you both knew how thin the walls were but fuck if he cared. He smashed his lips on your shoving his tongue in your mouth. His tongue felt like magic wrapping itself around yours taking itself on an adventure in your mouth exploring every nook and cranny as you moaned curses into his.

Pulling away he looked into your eyes “Who gives a shit what those old bags think I want them to hear” leaning in and nibbling your ear pulling you in by the neck he whispered “and aint this what you wanted dirty slut? Flip over whore”

you got increasingly wetter at his words.

he pushed you off his thigh your head hitting the cushion. You looked up at toji your elbows sinking into the couch as you hold yourself up “I told you it was a good idea to get this big couch” Remembering how much he nagged you for buying such a big couch and how it was a waste of money.

you giggled slightly as he pulled at your shorts and slipping you out your pink panties “Yeah yeah shut up and spread em”

he placed your leg on his broad shoulder looking down at your bare soaping pussy. He could feel drool accumulate in his mouth. “Can’t believe you thought id give up this pretty pussy.” Giving your cunt a quick slap “This is my girl my fucking cunt.” He rub his fingers through your slicked up folds glistening as the dim light from the ceiling bulb hit it. He spits down your cunt a glob rolling down to your pulsing asshole making you jolt a lil.

Giving your cunt a quick lick he looked up at you as you whined “Cmon tell me who this pussy belongs to”

you grumbled “Tojiiii just eat it already” you just wanted stimulation your pussy was twitching with anticipation and the lack of stimulus was driving you insane.

Toji laughed giving your cunt a quick slap again “I said who does this fucking pussy belong to slut?”

“You! It’s your pussy toji please just touch it make me feel good”

You bite your lip as he smirked at your response you hated stroking the cocky bastards ego but you’d do just about anything for his tongue to be nuzzled deep inside your cunt

Without hesitation his head dipped down his tongue circled your clit “haaa just like that tojii” You threw your head back bucking your hips.

Starting off agonisingly slow he began to pick up the pace abusing your puckered up clit moving down to your entrance to scoop up your nectar to quench his thirst.

“Dirty girl bucking your hips like that you want it bad donchya” he mumbled into your pussy slurping filling up the room as he shoved his tongue deep into your vagina feeling your gummy walls encase his tongue. You moaned “Soooo bad!”

he knew the language of your pussy and he was determined to speak it. You tugged at his hair while he tongue fucked you, your moans were his favourite melody. He moved his tongue back up to your bundle of nerves suctioning on it sucking it into his mouth using his tongue to carefully trace T O J I claiming what was already his.

While he worked at your clit he decided to take the opportunity to stretch you out a little, his fingers found a home in your cunt as he thrust them into you his long but bulky fingers curling.

You were a babbling mess at this point toji had a way with you he knew exactly how to make your mind go blank and dumb, times like this he would practically put you into a brain cell deficit.

. “Shes taking my fingers so well” He mumbled again against the slurps of your clit. He found your g-spot immediately knowing your body like the back of his hand as he repeatedly pushed into you,

you roll your eyes back your other leg thrashing about. he holds it still curling his fingers feeling your gummy walls against his fingers your cunt consuming them. “hghhh- ah ah ah toji fuck fuck” you cursed biting your lip

he finally took his mouth away from his feast moving his body upwards to look at you clearly. The way your face contorted at his own manipulation- it went straight to his dick. Fuckkk he was so turned on.

“thas it good girl lemme hear those dirty sounds” his fingers fucking you frantically chasing your climax your moans and pants becoming more erratic “Im gonna cum gonna cum so bad please lemme cum” you cried out squeezing your eyes shut.

“go on doll cum cum all over my fingers baby gimme it gimme that release” waves of pleasure eroded at your senses as you succumb to a mind numbing orgasm creaming all over his fingers.

You panted your eyes still shut trying to recollect yourself. You slowly opened your eyes slightly to see his lick up his fingers.

“You don’t think its over right? We just got started.”

———

[r7leee]

holiday grettings

first dom fic to quench the starving fandom 🎀🎀 christmas themed too cause i can’t help it

pairing: dominic fike x fem!reader

summary: dominic’s never been one for christmas. you try to change his mind over and over again

warnings: cursing, literally just tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 2,597, should take about 20 minutes to read

listen to: literally any christmas song fits here lmao

OCTOBER. HALLOWEEN TIME, right? not for you.

well, maybe not exactly. see, you loved halloween; you were a fan of the dressing up, the warm cider, the partying until you couldn’t think straight.

but, you knew one thing, and that was that december was right around the corner. you needed to start preparing because you didn’t come to play.

your boyfriend, dominic, was on the couch, computer on the coffee table just a bit in front of him. meanwhile, you were leaning against the counter, a bag of chips in front of you. it was a couple weeks before a huge, killer halloween party (perks of dating a rockstar), and you were searching for your costume.

this year, you’d agreed to do a matching costume with dominic; a stereotypical angel and devil. you already had a couple things, like the perfect white mini skirt and a flowy top you knew he’d be drooling over. but, of course, you needed the wings, halo, maybe a set of press-ons that were sure to leave scratches on his back that night…

you were scrolling through amazon, crunching on a salty chip when you suddenly saw an ad for a set of earrings. they were all different colors and designs. something you knew dominic’s sister would love. but, just to be sure, you decided to ask him.

“what do you think apple would want for christmas?” you asked, your voice piercing the silence of the room. it was sudden.

your boyfriend took his headphones off, turning to look at you with a puzzled expression.

“christmas?”

“ya,” you replied simply, taking another chip from your bag and crunching on it. the idea to him seemed…too far-fetched.

“that’s like…in forever.”

“i know. doesn’t stop you from telling me what she might want, though.” he looked at you like you just sprouted an extra arm.

“jesus…i don’t know. clothes? jewelry? makeup? she’s not hard to please, you know that.” you really weren’t sure why he was so confused as he was letting on.

“wooooow, someone’s grumpy,” you snickered, ditching the bag of chips to walk to him on the couch. you walked slowly, elegantly before you sat down next to him, leaning against him.

“i’m not,” he protested, defensive. it’s just a little early, don’t you think?” he explained, wrapping an arm around your waist.

you shrugged and hummed. “if you fail to plan, you plan to fail,” you remarked, a slight edge of confidence in your tone. your mind made, you went back to finding your costume and placed the earrings in your cart.

that was the first sign of his displeasure for christmas.

as halloween passed (the party becoming a key memory between you two) and christmas got closer, you could tell he wasn’t exactly…inviting to the new season.

thanksgiving started to approach and you decided to have a friendsgiving at somebody else’s place. you two were on mashed potato duty.

of course, you two had procrastinated until the very last minute, and, of course, dominic would be busy working on a project the first half of thanksgiving day.

apologizing over and over again, he gave you money to buy the things for the mashed potatoes and promised he’d help you as soon as he was done. you smiled, thanked him, and pecked his lips before heading out.

earlier that week, you’d run out of body wash, so instead of heading to the grocery store, you decided to go to target.

big mistake.

like any major chain, instead of waiting until after thanksgiving, they’d already set up their christmas decorations. at this point, you’d already figured out what to get everyone, so looking at more stuff to buy was tempting.

you found yourself getting lost in the wrapping paper and pretty bows and gift bags that by the time you’d come home an hour later, you had three bags full of stuff.

and it was safe to say your boyfriend was’t ecstatic.

as you came into the living area, bags in tow, he sighed. he knew you always had a shopping addiction, but this was a new high.

he walked into the kitchen as you were setting down bags. wrapping his arms around your waist, he mumbled, “whatcha got there, baby?”

his soft breath tickled your neck, making you giggle. “just some…stuff.”

“ya? like what?” in reply, you opened a bag, revealing shiny, green ribbons. his expression immediately dropped.

“oh.” you broke out of his grip, turning to look at him.

“what?” you quirked a brow up. why was he so mad?

“i mean…you got some ribbons? really?”

“ya! can’t have my gifts looking ugly.” he snickered. he didn’t know how serious you were.

“wow. didn’t know i was dating such a perfectionist.”

“oh, but you did.” you leaned your head up, giving him a cocky smirk. he just scoffed, a smile on his face.

“you’re something else,” he said, walking away and back to the living room. “something fucking else…”

thanksgiving eventually passed and finally, december had come, marking the official start of christmas.

december 1st came, and instead of getting some well needed sleep on your day off, you were hauling your synthetic tree from your storage unit.

so, it brought dominic some surprise when he woke up to clanging only to find you wrestling up a tree. yes, it was smaller than average, but you were still having trouble.

“what the fuck…” you heard from the doorway where the bedroom was. when you saw him, he was stood completely still, shirtless in his sweatpants.

“oh. hey. morning,” you greeted before immediately going back to forcing the tree up. after a few seconds of you fighting with it without him making an effort to do anything, you turned to him. “are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help?”

he stood still yet again for a few seconds while you stared at him. “i mean, i can try, just…never put one up before.” he was clearly still tired and a bit startled, wiping the sleep from his eyes. you weren’t happy.

“you’ve never put up a tree before?”

“no.” he shook his head. “i didn’t even have one until you moved in.”

you sighed. “ya, i kinda had a feeling.”

finally, now that the tree was standing, you started to fluff it, pulling the branches apart. you beckoned him over with your hand. “i’ll teach you. come on.”

“do i have to?” again, your head snapped to him.

“do you have to?” you repeated the question. it wasn’t like you were mad, just a little weirded out.

he didn’t reply. “yes, you fucking have to. this is like, basic life skills.” he put his hands up in surrender, a small pout on his face.

“yes, ma’am.” your look of disbelief was replaced with a smile as he walked over to help you.

that definitely wasn’t the last time he showed his distaste.

every time you put on christmas music, he complained, asking “can we pleeeeeease listen to something else?”

no christmas movies were played while he was there. when you would go out to buy presents, you’d ask if he wanted to come, perhaps to get his own stuff. he always said no. it made you wonder if he was even getting anything for anyone at all.

it was all strange.

a couple weeks before christmas, your group of friends and you had decided to drive up to oregon and stay there a couple days. you’d found it was snowing there and you all wanted to celebrate the holiday spirit by getting out of california and into somewhere that actually felt like winter.

the day of the drive approached and your group piled into two cars. you and dominic sat in the back of one, two of your friends in the passenger and driving. the drive would only be about 8 hours, so not horrible.

for the first bit of the drive, your boyfriend was zoned out, messing off on his phone as you leaned on his shoulder. he stayed silent the whole time, occasionally setting his phone down and wrapping a gentle arm around your waist and shutting his eyes.

his energy was depleted, you assumed from the past couple days of him cramming so he had time to take this trip.

and you were mostly right, because after a short nap and some food, he had his normal, charismatic self back. the rest of the drive was filled with blasting music and going a bit too far on the freeway as you all laughed and smoked.

you arrived at the cabins the group booked after a little while longer. they were relatively large, each housing about five people each. when you walked inside, there were two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room. there were also a couple hot tubs and picnic benches outside the cabins, but you assumed that was for the summer.

quickly, your friends determined dominic and you would be rooming together. you plopped your bag on the bed, wanting nothing more than to throw on your pajamas and go to sleep until afternoon the next day.

but, your friends, of course, had other plans.

the whole group of eight was in your cabin within a matter of minutes, taking out bottles of alcohol and plugging in speakers. and very quickly you learned these walls weren’t soundproof.

dominic watched you intently as he unpacked his clothes. your head was under the pillow, trying to block out the noises of laughing and music. he felt bad. he just wanted his sweet girl to get some rest.

as soon as his last shirt was in the dresser, dominic stepped foot in the living room. in the maybe fifteen minutes they’d been there, the room already reeked of booze, cigarette smoke, and reefer. it’s not like he didn’t like this normally, but you were tired. and you came first.

see, if this were a normal situation, he’d ask them to head in the other cabin and he’d be out in a few. but, as he walked out, he could hear the sounds of holiday tunes coming through the speakers. he wanted out.

from your bedroom, you heard your boyfriend shooing them out, saying something along the lines of “my poor girlfriend…she needs her sleep…y’all be out here fucking annoying her…” to which they responded “sorry…you love her too much…it’s not like you to ruin the fun…”

the group trailed out and into the cold night, shutting the door behind them. dominic sighed, the tension from his body letting go. he walked back to the room, shutting the door behind him. he didn’t say a word as he changed into his sleep clothes, shut off the light, then crawled into bed.

there was some kind of unease in the room. something you couldn’t shake.

“thank you. for doing that,” you said, your voice so soft it was almost a whisper. you couldn’t see it, but he smiled.

“ya. of course.”

THE NEXT MORNING, your wake up time was around 11:00 AM. you noticed dominic was asleep next to you, but thankfully, he was a very heavy sleeper, so crawling out of bed would mean nothing to him.

the cabin was cold and empty as you opened the door into the living area. you assumed everyone crashed at the other cabin and it looked very different over there.

you, being hungry and kind, decided to make breakfast for everyone. after rummaging in the bags of food you packed, you found a couple boxes of pancake mix.

you put on some soft music while you worked like a mom about to feed her children.

in the midst of scooping the batter on the pan, you heard the bedroom door jingle. out came dominic, his hair messy and a hoodie and sweatpants on his frame. “morning,” you said with a softness in your tone.

“hi,” he replied. slowly, he made his way to the kitchen to see what you were making. “what’s on the menu, ms.?” you grinned.

“pancakes. maybe some berries if i can find them.” you could hear him hum in approval as you flipped the pancake.

“that’s gonna take a while,” he stated like it was clearly obvious.

“go ahead and make yourself useful, then.” he gave you a little salute before finding another pan and prepping it.

the only sounds in the room were the sizzling of the pancake batter on oil and the music in the back. it was relaxing. until you thought of something “can i ask you something that’ll totally piss you off?” you asked, interrupting the quiet.

“you’re not gonna piss me off,” he reassured. you sighed before asking.

“you don’t like christmas. i know that much. but like…why?” the silence after your question made you scared. “you said i wouldn’t piss you off.”

“no, no, you didn’t,” he quickly let out. “i just…i don’t know.”

“you don’t know?”

“no. i do. i mean…when i was a kid, i didn’t have any big christmases. obviously. so growing older, i just…never saw appeal in it, i guess?” the smile fell from your face at his response.

you knew dominic’s childhood had been rough, but you never suspected it would cause him to lose love for a whole holiday. that made you sad. really, really sad.

after placing more batter on the pan, you walked over to lean against him. “i’m sorry, baby. really. i didn’t know.”

“it’s not your fault. what’s done is done, ya?” he looked at you with a half-smile. it made you smile. you kissed his cheek before going back to flipping pancakes.

once your corral of pancakes was done, you and dominic went to tell the others breakfast was ready.

you threw your jacket and shoes on to make the trek, even if it was just a few yards to the other cabin. dominic joined you, throwing his shoes on as well.

you threw open the door and you were shocked to see the entire ground covered in white powder. it snowed while you were asleep. dominic seemed to be more entranced than you. that’s what growing up in florida does to you, you supposed.

your boyfriend followed you as you walked to the cabin. that’s when you had an idea.

leaning down, you grabbed a clump of snow and packed it together to form a ball. then, when he wasn’t suspecting, you threw it at his torso.

he, in response, turned to you. he looked down at his shirt then back to you. “oh, you’re on.”

before you knew it, the two of you were engaged in a true fight. your hands and body grew cold from the constant snow hitting you. you laughed and ran around, trying to dodge but also hit your target.

you didn’t even notice as all the snow got in your shoes and made your feet wet. you were having too much fun.

little did you know, one of your friends was awake and heard you two screaming and laughing. they grabbed their phone and recorded you two throwing snowballs at each other.

after your shirt was soaked, you yelled, “okay, okay, truce! i’m done, i’m done!” for his first snowball fight ever, dominic had absolutely made a mess of you.

he nodded and motioned for you to come over to him. you were both still laughing as you walked into his embrace. his warm hug was a contrast from the coldness you were currently facing. suddenly, he whispered. “i love you.” it made your heart melt.

“i love you too.”

[glossgojo]

pretty boy

carmen berzatto x mafia boss reader

excerpt from my full one-shot on ao3

MINORS DNI: violence, carmy cleans up your wounds, AFAB reader, smut, p in v, no protection, cream pie, carmy has to make it fit 😵‍💫, riding, rushed and desperate, all in his tiny office, set in s1

the week was eventful, you had scars to show it. one of your men had gotten out of line, selling drugs on the side to kids and you had to take action, of course with everyone’s approval. since he was part of your family you would deal with it, the guy didn’t take it well even trying to stab you and missing your scalp but grazing it in the process. in the end you had won, the body disposed of in the river as was custom for disgraced members. your body still ached but it didn’t stop you from visiting the beef the day after.

the cut was stitched up, covered in bandage. the members were laying low following the event, there was going to be a meeting to discuss how it could happen. carmy had noticed that the shop was less busy today, the street still safe but no suited men in sight.

and then he saw you walk in, still beautiful as ever but an unmistakable bandage on your forehead and his stomach flipped. without thinking twice he crossed from behind the counter to where you stood, anxiety bubbling up his throat, burning his insides as he spoke up.

“what happened?” his hands were on his hips, he almost looked angry and for some reason it bothered you. his eyes bore down at you, making you grimace.

“i don’t like lying carmy and you’re not gonna like the answer.” you muttered, eyes looking away. this would be it, he’d think you were too much and too scary and cast you away. carmy took in your dejected expression, combed his fingers through his hair and thought about your words before responding.

“fuck fine, but you’re okay right?” you lifted your head, taking in how crystal eyes scanned your face, his tattooed hand leaving his hip and a finger hovering over where your bandage was.

“yeah i’m okay.” you gave him a small smile and it quelled some of the burning in carmy’s gut. he motioned towards an empty booth, he knew how to get rid of the rest of the feeling. he could take care of you the only way he knew how.

“sit let me grab you something to eat.” before you could argue, he was flying back to the kitchen and you were grateful for the lack of patrons. you felt less guilty in stealing his time. maybe ten minutes had passed before a grilled chicken breast, mashed potatoes, and greens were in front of you. steam rose from the food, aroma rising with it and you felt a surge of hunger. carmy took a seat across from you, setting down a glass of water for you as he did.

“you made this?” you were a little bit stunned, not able to remember the last time someone outside of family cooked for you without being paid for it.

“uh huh, try it.” you dug in, grinning and groaning at the flavors on your tongue and carmy was reeling from your reaction. his anxiety was fading away, instead now his blood rushing, he could hear your gleeful sounds.

“this is seriously so good, did you try some?” he shook his head and you just wouldn’t have that. if the table wasn’t so wide you would’ve fed him yourself but instead passed the plate to him. he cut up a piece of chicken and added mashed potatoes before biting down. you watched the fork enter and unabashedly stared at his fingers, they looked so much larger and thicker around the utensil than yours. and the same fingers were moving to cut more pieces, cutting the green beans into chunks before pushing the plate back to you. you watched in awe as he slowly chewed on his bite, trying to figure out why he had just cut your food up for you. did you look helpless? was this the special treatment he was talking about? surely he didn’t see you as a cute little puppy needing affection and care. you were more than that, you had to prove it. you watched him swallow down and then took a bite of your own.

carmy couldn’t help the twitch in his pants when he noticed you suck on the fork a little bit longer than needed as you slid the utensil between your lips. was he imagining things? you finished your food with as much pleasure at the first few bites, never getting tired of the flavors and textures on your tongue. carmy had been watching you, even passing you water when you hadn’t drank it in a while. as he watched you eat, his anxiety was practically washed away and what was left was his stomach coiling in an entirely different way. you dropped your fork after setting it down and swiping it off the table with your sleeve, both of you ducked under to retrieve. you strained your arm to reach the fork and when you came up your forehead grazed the table corner. it wouldn’t have been an issue if not for your wound. almost instantly two things happened, you winced and clutched your forehead and carmy rounded to your side and kneeled in front of you to check your wound.

“lemme see.” his hand covered yours, your eyes shutting in pain as you moved you hand away. carmy sucked in a breath as he saw blood stain the bandage. “i got first aid in my office come with me.” you nodded, he stood up and offered his hand to you. one hand in his, carmy led you to his office. you clutched the damp bandage against your head using your other hand and tried to ignore the throbbing feeling.

carmy sat you down on his desk, shoving away some papers and angling his desk lamp up at your face. the office space was cluttered and small, you felt so close to carmy as he grabbed the first aid from a drawer and set it next to your thigh. in this office your breath was becoming his and his scent was overwhelming you, a mix of spices, cigarettes, sweat, and aftershave that made your head spin further. he removed your bandage, seeing a pill of blood pooling behind it and quickly soaked it up with a cotton pad, he put antiseptic on a q-tip and cleaned up the skin surrounding the wound before reapplying a clean bandage. carmy did his best not to think about how you got such a cut or why it needed stitches. all he could do was focus on fixing what he could. you watched him work, silent besides the puffs of air, his hair was cascading onto his forehead, his arms tense as he cleaned you up. mostly you couldn’t ignore how his jaw ticked and his brows got more furrowed.

“what are you thinking about?” you murmured almost a whisper, not wanting to disturb his peace.

“the fucker who did this.” he seemed satisfied with his handiwork, pulling back a little, hand still on your cheek as he made sure your wound wasn’t still bleeding through the bandage.

“he got it worse.” you pressed a kiss to the palm of the hand that was tilting your chin up. and carmen berzatto almost lost his remaining marbles at the action. without thinking about it, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, careful to not bump his head against yours and you gasped at the feeling. you hadn’t expected him to make a move, fully prepared to do it yourself. his lips were much softer against yours than you expected. the way he moved was careful and sweet but you wanted more. you wound your fingers around his apron tie and tugged it, pulling you closer against him and licking at his lips against you. the action made carmy lose his senses, immediately reacting to you by wedging himself between your legs and pulling you closer by your hips, now filling the small space between you and the edge of the desk. his lips moved much less carefully now, licking into your mouth and memorizing your taste and sounds. the kiss was hot and messy, much more like what you were used to and it made the ache in your head move south. you pulled back for air noticing how he trailed after you pressed kisses to your neck like a seal had been lifted and he could finally do what he wanted. you whined at the feeling, moving back to lift his head to meet your gaze. his eyes looking up at you made your head swim, his glossy lips painting much darker images of similar positions.

“carmy, i need you.” and carmy could hear the banging and yelling in the kitchen behind me, he could smell something burning on a stove. but carmy could also hear your labored breathing combined with his, your swollen lips and your rising chest, and not to mention your intoxicating scent. it wasn’t just your perfume, as he pressed kisses to your neck he couldn’t get enough of you. your taste and your presence was making him want to be selfish, it felt right to stay here with you and it scared him. carmy still would’ve chosen what he did despite the feeling, lifting his apron off and throwing it on the floor nearby.

“fuck it, come here.” he sat down on his office chair, opening his arms for you to climb onto his lap and you took in the sight. muscular legs stretched out in front of him and his tattooed arms beckoning towards him was something you wanted framed. on shaky legs you stood up and straddled his waist, swallowing as you sat down. carmy was watching you with a new determination, looking up as you rested your hands on his shoulders. you were still too far, he needed to feel you fully against him, holding you by the hips and moving you closer, grinding you against his hardening cock in the process. the motion made you stiffen, a small gasp leaving your lips and carmy couldn’t help but lift a hand to your cheek. it was just as soft as he imagined, stroking it with a callused thumb and you pressed your face closer to it. god must have taken his time with you, carmy decided.

unfortunately he had no luxury of time, he was sure richie would come looking for him soon. leaning back in the chair, taking you with him, and clicking the lock of the door. “can i?” he had a finger hooked under your shirt hem. you could feel him, large and throbbing against your core and you nodded furiously as he lifted it off you. you shoved your hands underneath his shirt too, watching him for a nod before you tore it off. carmy seemed to be taking it all in, leaning back again and you weren’t even hiding your ogling. why the fuck did a chef in a deli have abs? you weren’t complaining, not one bit, you could think of a lot of things to do with them. your hands were much less careful than his, not even hesitating as they glided up his taut tanned skin watching his chest rise and fall as your hands returned to his shoulders. he relished in how soft and warm they were, smooth like butter and warming up his skin everywhere they went. carmy was much more patient than you it seemed, you had been practically foaming at the mouth waiting to touch him. but carmy was just in awe.

“you’re driving me crazy.” his voice was gruff and low as he said it, watching you as he undid your bra and slid a rough hand up to your breast. immediately your nipples perked up and carmy licked a long stripe across your right breast, watching your whine as you tilted your head back. his hands felt so rough and large against you, covering you and spreading their warmth. you whined as he bit down, taking his time teasing you. the drag of his teeth against your sensitive buds and his abrasive palm massaging you was grating against your rational thought, your body moving to its own accord as you ground down on him, hips moving desperately. you needed some relief and the hard throb of him against the sensitivity between your legs was enough for now. his free hand found purchase in the dip of your waist and pushed down, halting your movement. he was slightly drunk off your taste and scent so he had to remind himself he couldn’t take his time with you. any minute now the door would be banged on, pulling him back to reality. he unlatched from your skin with a lewd pop and tapped against your hip, unzipping his jeans and you eagerly moved off him. you tugged your own jeans down, eyes not moving from his bulge as it sprung free against his boxers. carmy’s eyes always seemed to be on yours, taking in the emotions there and it felt somehow much more intimate than you standing in front of him topless. he reached towards your hand, pulling you back and out of your thoughts.

“i-i don’t know if it’ll fit.” you’d been thinking it since before when he was biting up your chest, but now with it prodding your clothed clit it felt too big. carmy had to hide his amusement, tried not to think about how all your confidence and eagerness had slipped away.

“do you think you can try? huh?” he brushed a hair back, caressing your cheek and looking at your face for any hesitation. you nodded, lifting up on your knees to push your underwear to the side as carmy sprung himself free. you gasped as his tip pressed up against you, making you clench on air, and looking down didn’t help your growing wetness. he was long and thick, red neglected tip hot and heavy against your skin and you wanted to memorize the veins along the side. the sound of your shallow breath mixed with his, a symphony of anticipation. you wove a hand down, collecting the slick at the tip and coating his length. god he was so long, probably the biggest you’d ever had and you weren’t sure if you could walk out of here on two stable legs.

carmy watched as you swallowed down, eyes on his member and this time he couldn’t hide his smirk. your skin was on fire, it wasn’t like he was any better but he wasn’t unabashedly licking his lips like you had just done. it took all his self control to not just slip up into you when your eyes widened as you looked down. you led him into your entrance, practically dripping onto him and carmy threw his head back. with shaking hands and aching thighs, you slid him against your entrance. he was too thick, his tip catching against your clit as you tried to shove him in. you glared at him like it was somehow his fault and carmy swiped his thumb across your hip in apology. your hands were shaking and your legs ached, but you tried again, tried to relax and pushed him in. instantly the stretch made you gasp, adjusting to the burn between your legs and how fucking stuffed you already felt.

“fuck, so fucking tight.” carmy felt like you were choking him, warm and constrictive. it felt his blood flow was being cut off. you breathed in and out letting yourself get used to the stretch as you lowered down on him, your thighs burning as you concentrated. the ache in your body was pain earlier but now it mixed with the intense pleasure of being beyond filled up. would you ever be able to fuck anyone besides carmen berzatto?

the ache was quelled by the feeling of him twitching inside and you moaned as you nearly bottomed out. carmy watched your eyes flutter closed in concentration, your eyebrows knitted together and your expression wracked by pleasure. his hands were a vice grip around your waist, you’re sure there would be bruises there tomorrow but you didn’t care, you slowly lifted up on him and moved down, his veins dragging against your walls as his tip bumped against the fleshy spot inside you that made you clench on him. if he bottomed out you’re sure you would feel him prod at your heart. you set a slow pace, moving slowly up and down as carmy did his best not to take over. finally when he could tell the burn in your legs was becoming too much he experimentally thrusted up, and your eyes snapped to his face. your pupils were blown out and glazed over in lust and your lips raw from where you’d been biting them to hold back your sounds. carmy wished he could hear them, wished his ears were ringing from how loud you could yell his name, but today wasn’t the day.

so instead he took control, holding your hips in place as he jacked up into you, driving against the spot he knew made you fall slack in his hold. your body twitched and shaked against him, mind going numb as his control slipped and he bottomed out in one sharp thrust. your lip slipped from between your teeth and like you couldn’t help it any more you whined his name. and he didn’t think anyone would fault him for losing the remainder of his sanity.

driving in and out of you with a force that bounced your legs upwards as his tip grazed your cervix, you could feel him everywhere could feel him twitching inside you, his veins, the now slickened hair at the base of his shaft and you could feel yourself pouring down on him, his coated balls slapping against your ass. it was all too much, the way he pressed a kiss to your neck as he dug himself into you, shaping you for him and plugging you so full you couldn’t breathe. he slowed his pace, feeling like he couldn’t hold back much longer and slightly pushed you back, unclasped your hands from around the back of the chair and brought a free hand down between your bodies. his finger found your clit, massaging it as his thrusts became deeper and slower. in this position you felt exposed, your bleary eyes and bruised lips looking down at his blown out pupils and tousled hair. his eyes were always the most expressive part of him, watching you in amazement and pure desire. and then carmy pressed a flat hand against where he was burrowed deep inside, against your stomach and it all became too much, shaking as your orgasm overtook you. you clenched around him, thighs digging into his sides as he continued fucking you through it, his hand massaging your puffy overstimulated clit as you bit down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming his name.

you slumped over him, carmy keeping his hand on your stomach as he reached his own high and pumped you full, throwing his head back and letting you take it. to no surprise his come was slipping down your thighs, already too stuffed full to keep anything in and you groaned at the feeling. the loss and the messiness of it all made you cringe. carmy slipped out of you, moving your underwear so the remainder would stay with you, keep reminding you of him and you tried not to think about the implication. instead you just sat back down, feeling much emptier this time and stared at his fucked out expression. he pressed a kiss to your lips, the meaning now too apparent for you to ignore, it felt like a goodbye kiss. you couldn’t take this much longer, if he didn’t want to see you again you had to leave now.

you moved off on shaky legs, his eyes tracking your movement as you did it, you could still feel his gaze as you turned around to find your clothes. however you didn’t expect him to break the silence, you thought you’d slip away and he’d pretend that it never happened.

“what happened here?” he pressed an outstretched finger to your back, you’d forgotten about the scar there. you probably shouldn’t have shown your back to him, most people you slept with didn’t ask questions like that but you should’ve expected it from him.

“honest answer?” you pulled on your jeans and bra, turning to face him, he’d pulled his boxers up, you masked the disappointment on your face. he nodded slow, a little bit worried what the answer was but still wanting to know all the same, he could guess based on the scar but he wanted to make sure. it was a circular indent, like something had pierced it. he didn’t feel anxious, he just felt this strange anger welling up in him.

“i got shot.” you said it nonchalantly, like it happened to everyone. carmy closed his eyes for a second as if you couldn’t see the flash of emotions on his face and when he opened them he just nodded, doing his best not to freak the fuck out. you were standing in front of him, looking like an angel sent just for him telling him you got shot. he wouldn’t survive you, but then he couldn’t think about just letting you go either.

“the other person?” a smile tugged at your lips, maybe carmen berzatto was different from what you thought.

“got it worse.” he nodded standing and grabbing your shirt from where it had been flung behind him, pulling it over your head as you watched him in amusement. you pushed down the feeling that sprung up from him dressing you, instead focusing on the graze of his fingers on your skin.

“you can ask me more you know?” you could see the questions on the tip of his tongue, his lips pursed like he was physically holding them back. you looped your arms through the shirt as he stood cross armed in front of you. you didn’t have anything to lose so your eyes didn’t leave his tattooed arms, tracing the veins and muscles along them. carmy blushed like a school girl at your actions, like his office didn’t still smell of sex.

“i don’t know if i’ll survive the answers.” he was being honest, his jaw clenched as he ruminated over all the worst case scenarios. his stomach flipping as your eyes found his once again.

“i guess ignorance is bliss,” you didn’t believe that, not really, in your line of work knowing everything possible was the only way to survive.

“you’re safe though right?” carmy realized he was being a little bit ridiculous given the circumstances but you could lie to him, try and convince him that yes you were safe. instead of answering you just looked at him, really looked at him, you tried to memorize the different hues of his eyes and the sharpness of his nose, the marks on his face. the longer you didn’t answer, the longer he felt a cold sweat line his back. he was running out of time, he needed to get back out. “what’s your number?” leaning over he grabbed his phone from his desk, his arm grazing yours. you put it in and handed it back, saving your contact as well.

“just uh tell me you’re okay alright?” it was probably the sweetest anyone’s been to you in a while, earnestly at least, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek nodding and slipping out of his office quietly. carmy did his best to conceal his red face as he got redressed and exited his office, met with yells and questions.

[florrysgf]

Hi! So I was rewatching Scream and it totally made me rerealize how much I love Stu. Those headphones on his neck right before the party scene are also cute... can I request a Stu x reader where they just chill and listen to music?? Doesn't matter what music but if possible can you write with rock music like Journey, Motley Crue, etc etc. Tysm and I love ur writing so much its so cute!! <333

SHARING SONGS! stu macher x gn!reader

A/N: tysm!! i too am obsessed with his headphones. the things i would do to listen to music with him…

WARNINGS: none!

WORD COUNT: 1k +

Your music taste really evolved after you and Stu got together. The two of you were very different in that sense, but that was just one of the things you adored about him. Not too long ago, the dainty, pale blue record player in the corner of your bedroom consisted of less than ten albums. Stu was appalled when he first saw it, and he decided he had to change that.

It was clear that the two of you had completely different taste in music, and that made him curious. He wanted to know more about what you liked and he wanted to let you know what he liked. So, every time Stu came round your house he would bring a record with him. Be it Motley Crue, Nirvana, Journey, or The Cure, he would bring it with him and insist the two of you listen to it together.

And then, of course, you would slip him a couple of your Fleetwood Mac albums in return. He claimed he didn’t like it but you heard him humming the sweet tune to Little Lies when he was walking you home. 

Now the shelf underneath your record player was a beautiful array packed full of both yours and Stu’s favourite albums.

“Nevermind or In Utero?” He asked, scanning his eyes across your shared music collection. He turned to face you whilst you sat cross legged on top of your bed.

You raised your eyebrows at him. As if he could ask such a question, you thought it was a no brainer. “Nevermind.” You told him, watching intently as he took the vinyl out of the sleeve, placing it down and lifting up the needle. Polly began to play throughout your room at medium volume.

He moseyed over to join you on top of your bed, lying on his side and propping his head up with his hand, facing you. He reached out with his free hand, swiping a handful of skittles from the bowl in your lap and popping them his mouth. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ at the boys boldness, and you soon scrunched your face up as he mocked your expression, showing off the mashed up contents inside his mouth.

“You know, Nirvana are criminally underrated. They do not get the recognition they deserve.” Stu nodded, once he’d finished chewing.

“Oh, please,” You playfully rolled your eyes at him, tossing a skittle in his direction and laughing as it bounced off his forehead. “You’re only saying that ‘cause you have a crush on Kurt Cobain!”

“Hey, easy.” Your boyfriend whined, bringing his hand up to his brow. “That’s not true. I just like his hair!”

Sure. You couldn’t help but smile at him. There were countless times Stu came to you with pictures, asking you if you thought he should grow his hair out the same way. You gave him the exact same answer every time. You loved Stu, you did, but you knew if he grew out his hair he’d become the spitting image of Shaggy from Scooby Doo.

The boy gasped as he heard the opening to Smells Like Teen Spirit. Almost immediately, he leaped up off the bed and ran towards the corner of the room, turning the little knob up the full blast. If he had to pick his favourite song off that album, it would have to be this one. Come as You Are would be a close second. Stu loved music. Although they can make a song better, he didn’t really care about lyrics so much. If he likes the instruments then he’ll buy the album.

He stood in the middle of your room, swaying his hips from side to side. He inched closer to you with a playful smirk on his face, holding his hands out for you to join him. You grinned from ear to ear, shaking your head at the boy. But he wouldn’t take no for answer, so instead, he bent down, hooking his arms around your waist and throwing you over his shoulder.

An gasp escaped your lips as he took hold of you, carrying you into the middle of the room and gently plopping you down in front of him. His hand grabbed yours, lifting it up and gracefully spinning your body around. The two of you danced about like utter idiots, singing along to every word.

Once it got to the instrumental part of the song, the tall, blonde boy began to jump around your room, doing his best air guitar. You watched as he played the hell out of the invisible strings in time to the music. The look of pure concentration on his face caused you to burst out laughing. “You’re such a dork.” You beamed at him between breathless giggles. It was true, but he was your dork.

Exhausted, the two of you collapse onto your bed as Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac began to play. You couldn’t help but smile as Christine McVie’s heavenly voice filled your room. You watched as the rising and falling of Stu’s chest slowed down. Once he got his breath back, he snaked his arm around you, pulling you closer towards him. You were probably biased, but in your opinion, Stu was the best at giving cuddles. ‘There’s nothing a good cuddle can’t fix’ he’d always tell you. You snuggled up to him, burying your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet scent. Your chests meet, and your hearts begin to pace together simultaneously. It was a strange feeling, but one you would never get tired of.

You felt a content sigh emerge from Stu’s lips as your hands found themselves by his head, carefully playing with his hair. You cherished moments like this. When it was just you and him together, it felt like the rest of the world just melted away.

Stu looked down at you, the two of you locking eyes. You looked so beautiful and relaxed in his arms.

The two of you lay together in silence for the rest of the night. Just you, Stu, and your favourite song.

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - fourteen | calendar man

You sat at the table and continued to work your way through the music you had been tasked to transcribe over the past few weeks.

“Hey, t/n.” Maddox asked as he walked over. 

You paused the song you were working on and pulled one of your earbuds out. “What’s up?”

“Do you need any help?”

“With this? I thought you couldn’t transcribe music.”

“I mean like, do you need more sheet paper or maybe some nicer headphones?”

You hummed to yourself. “Studio headphones would be nice. I might be missing some notes because of the quality of these earbuds.”

He smiled and nodded. “I’m sure I can find you a spare.”

“Um… also, if you have any of the iso layers of any of these songs, that would be really helpful. Some of the earlier ones have been mixed into oblivion.”

You heard a scoff and you and Maddox looked over at Hongjoong. He was standing at the whiteboard calendar that hung on the wall, looking from his phone to the board as he worked out the recording schedule for the next month.

“Those should be from when the producer I replaced worked here.” He stated flatly.

“Not a fan of his mixing style?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“I guess that explains why Wonderland’s style suddenly changed a few years ago.”

Hongjoong looked at you.

You shrugged. “For the better.”

He nodded and turned back to organizing the schedule.

“I’ll look for those headphones.” Maddox said and left the room for, you presumed, a storage room or something.

You went to put the earbuds back in.

“You really want those to come out right.” Hongjoong said without looking up from what he was doing.

You toyed with the earbud for a second. “I mean, of course. I’m being paid to make sure they’re right, aren’t I?”

Hongjoog looked at you for a moment.

You nodded.

“The mixing really is bad in some of the earlier songs, right?”

You smiled. Of course the thing he would talk to you about would be music production. “Yeah. Bed of Roses is kind of a mess, and Poor Young Man is even worse. Which is a pity because, lyrically, they’re good songs.”

He nodded. “Do you have experience mixing?”

“I make mashups and post them online. Sort of… a side thing and lets me play with music since I don’t have a band or anything right now, and I get to work with a lot of different genres and even mash some together. It’s fun.”

He nodded with an expression that you thought, maybe, looked impressed.

Maddox came back in. “Here are the headphones.”

“Oh, thanks.” You took them and plugged them into the music player.

“I’ll look for the masters for songs and put them on a laptop for you.”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

He nodded and sat at the desk.

You worked for an hour or so when you felt there was a presence near you.

“T/n.”

You looked up. 

Hongjoong was standing next to the table with his arms folded. 

You took your headphones off. “Am I in trouble?”

“No. I wanted your opinion on a bassline.”

Your eyebrows ticked up. “Oh. Um, yeah.”

You stood and followed him over to the desk where he sat and gestured to you to sit in Maddox’s seat. You sat and rolled closer so you could look at the screen.

Hongjoong played the bassline for you and you listened.

“Hmm…”

“Is it bad?”

“Well…”

“Please be honest.”

“So it’s not… good.”

He stared at you blankly.

“It’s bad.”

“Well,” he sighed. “You have your bass, show me what you would do.”

“Should I take an amp out of the recording booth?”

“You can just go in.”

“Oh… yeah, okay.”

You picked up your bass and walked into the recording booth. You weren’t nervous at all during your audition - maybe it was because you realized you were being tested and you were so annoyed that that feeling overrode everything else - but you were nervous now. Maybe because this was your first time playing for your job? The expectation of having to rise to the occasion? Especially after telling Hongjoong his bassline sucked. But you couldn’t let that affect you.

“Can you play it through the headphones?”

“Yes I can.” Hongjoong pressed a few buttons and navigated with his mouse. “I’m going to start recording, and you can just play whenever you’re ready.”

You nodded as you put the headphones on. You listened to the MIDI loop a few times and turned your pick over in your hand as you did so, eyes closed. You nodded along with the beat until you understood how you wanted to change it and started playing. 

You played what you thought fit well. To you, the other instruments needed to be elevated, and you played a bassline that you felt could do that. You played it over when the loop restarted, altering it subtly for a later part of the song.

The loop stopped. You stopped.

“Wow,” Hongjoong’s voice came over the PA speaker. “That was… lush, fully formed.”

You nodded.

“How long have you been playing bass for?”

“Since I was seventeen? So almost ten years now.” 

He nodded. “No wonder you’re so good.”

You smiled. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“And you’ve only ever played bass?”

“No. I also play guitar and mandolin. I used to play violin and I can play a little piano.”

“You can play violin?”

“Used to. I don’t anymore.”

He nodded, he looked a little disappointed.

“Well, I think for future bass lines I’m just going to have you write them. Even if they get translated into MIDI afterwards.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You build a solid foundation for everything else in a song to rest on.”

You nodded.

“Come back out.”

You unplugged your bass and walked back to the other side of the glass.

“I think I’ll just defer to you on anything involving a bassline. Do you think you can handle it?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I think I can.”

He smiled. “Good, because the first round of recording is going to start soon.” He leaned over to the wall and gestured. “This is the calendar.”

You nodded.

“It has a twin--” He went to the computer, opened the Google Calendar that matched it exactly and added you. “And now you can also see it.”

You nodded.

He looked at you very seriously.

You looked back.

“I am the only one who is allowed to change either calendar, okay?”

You nodded.

“At one point, we let whoever change them, and there was a lot of fighting with people trying to put their recording times at the same time and erasing each other,” he waved a hand around, “it was a mess. If you want to change your schedule at any time, contact me and I’ll make the changes.”

You nodded again.

“I’ll change it, take a picture for posterity, and change the Google Calendar as well. Okay?”

“Gotcha.” You nodded. “You’re the man of the calendar, the Calendar Man.”

“Truly, Batman’s worst villain.” Maddox said.

Hongjoong frowned at him. Maddox smiled.

With a little laugh, you took your phone out and opened the calendar. You couldn’t see the full list of people it had been shared with, but the max amount of icons was displayed; it was probably every recording artist who ever used this studio. 

There was a lull of just a week, and then it was packed. You looked at the names of the people who were supposed to be recording.

“Does everyone have a comeback at once?”

“Some do. A few of the older performers are doing their military service soon, so they need to record now or they won’t have enough time to finish a comeback before leaving. Yoo Haeun and Kim Minjun are overdue for a comeback so they’re actually going to do a joint comeback because the fans wanted it, and some of the soloists have been waiting to make comebacks.”

“I see Choi Jongho is on here a few times?”

“He’s working on his next album.”

You nodded.

“And since he sings ballads which are backed by a band, you’ll be playing bass on all his tracks.”

Your eyebrows shot up. It made sense but you didn’t think it would be so soon.

“Do you think you’re ready?”

You looked up at him. You couldn’t tell if you were being tested again or if he was genuinely concerned. 

“I don’t have much of a choice, no? I accepted the job, so I have to be ready.” You smiled at him.

He smiled, satisfied, and nodded. “Alright.”

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Can I please hear more about number 2, the Stormborder windowsill?

hello! thank you for the ask! this is about ritsuka celebrating romani's birthday each year and requests time alone from everyone. this is in the perspective of goredolf though and i wanted to try writing him for a while now hehe

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Goredolf hummed with approval and satisfaction. The cake he baked truly was the highlight of his day, he thought as he walked down the hallways after leaving his dish with the servants in charge of today’s kitchen.

Perhaps, he should do it more often. To bake more desserts and receive praise- Suddenly, there was a chill down his spine.

Oh, Lord-

“I-I won’t actually do it, Toole! Rather, I’d only do it once every two weeks! My technical advisor did put me on a diet and training regimen, so I deserve a little break, right?!” He muttered under his breath. Even to this day, he hasn't forgotten about her teachings…

The man stopped in his tracks as he saw a familiar figure sitting by the window sill of the ship.

It was Fujimaru.

Straightening his back and quietly clearing his throat, he walked forwards in an attempt to seemingly pass by.

Yet, as he grew closer, he couldn’t help but notice how… sad her eyes looked.

“-And then Mandricardo used Durandal to save us.” She played with her cake as she smiled. Yet that smile both held joy and sorrow, an ache that had Goredolf pausing with his breath held.

Who was she talking to, he wondered? While there are many Servants who could use presence concealment… Goredolf felt as if… there was no one there at all.

No one but Ritsuka and a companion only she knows.

“After that, Orion finally put Artemis to rest and we defeated Poseidon with a little help from Jason.” Her fork punctured through the strawberry, bringing it to her lips before settling back down on top of the slice of cake.

She sighed with that same sad smile, “I’ll hold off on what happened next so I don’t talk your ears off.” Her chuckle was quiet and low, yet genuine…the way she expressed herself was simply filled with fondness.

He felt awkward. It was likely that Fujimaru was talking to someone she had lost before the lostbelt ordeal, but it wasn’t clear just who that dear person was.

The girl who smiled so cheerfully and kindly was wavering and melancholy in this empty hallway void of people.

Goredolf had a sudden urge to pat her back and tell her that everything was going to be okay, even as things would get worse the more they moved forward. 

He sighed. Perhaps he should stay in the command room for a bit so she could have some privacy.

But those plans were thrown out the window the moment muted footsteps were heard behind him.

He turned to see who they were and found Mash Kyrielight waving. “Hello, Director.”

The blond man brought a finger to his lips and gestured to the Master laughing quietly to herself and in front of the untouched cake before her.

“Oh.” The demi servant says, her eyes drooping down as well, “It’s that time of the year again.”

“What?” He asked, his heart pounding in concern and anxiety, “What time?”

“Well, it’s-” She looked to the side and bit her lip. 

And Goredolf didn’t miss the way Mash’s eyes seemed to shine so suddenly. 

She swallowed and gripped the sleeve of her jacket, “It’s Dr. Roman’s birthday.”

[padfootastic]

summary: from euphemia to james to sirius to harry to lily luna—traditions passed down through the generations of potters. love in the form of feeding your people, aloo paranthas as a labor of love etc etc

a labor of love

(also on ao3!)

August, 1970

“Jamie, breakfast’s ready!”

Loud steps thundered around the house as her ten year old raced down the stairs. Euphemia didn’t even bother to reprimand him at this point—she knew it was a pointless endeavour. Instead, she made sure the safety charms on the staircase were always updated.

“HiMumGoodMorningWhatsForBreakfast,” James’ words came out in one single whoosh of air and it was only because this was her child that she had extensive experience with that she could decode what he was saying.

She smiled gently while placing the plate in front of him. “Aloo parantha, honey.”

“Yesss,” James hissed in pleasure, a quick fist pumped in the air, before bending forward with his nose mere millimetres away from the paranthas.

Euphemia swapped the back of his head with a ‘tsk’. “James. How many times have I told you not to smell your food? You’re not a dog.”

“Ma, you don’t get it, okay. It smells so good,” he replied with a goofy, cross-eyed expression. “Seriously, whenever I go to heaven, I just know it’ll smell like fried potato and ghee and coriander. Life can’t get any better than this.”

Euphemia could only smile at the innocent look of wonder on her son’s face as he tore a piece off to stuff it in his mouth, hoping it always stayed there. If she had to keep making him aloo paranthas every morning to keep it there, she’d happily do so. 

August, 1976

Sirius huddled closer into the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and trying to count his breaths so he didn’t go so fast anymore.

It was some ungodly time of the day and he was sitting on the floor, pressed right up against the corner of the living room of Potter Manor, having a minor—really, not a big deal at all—panic attack about…well, everything.

It hadn’t been two days since he’d run away from Grimmauld Place and already the hopelessness was settling into his bones. He couldn’t stop replaying the words and curses and taunts and Reg’s face and—

“Sirius?” A drowsy voice cut through his spiral. He shouldn’t be surprised.

James always had a way of doing that.

“H-Hi, Jamie,” he replied, straightening up and wiping his eyes in a futile attempt to hide the tears he could feel pooling there. It wouldn’t work, he knew that, James always, always knew but he still had to try.

Sure enough, a pair of sock clad feet (adorned in little animated snitches) stopped right in front of him. His gaze traveled slowly, reluctantly, up to see James looking at him with a complicated look on his face. It was a mixture of sadness and frustration and resignation. Sirius hated that he put it there. James wasn’t made for expressions like that—he should always be happy, smiling, and this felt wrong, wrong, wrong.

Before he could do anything, though (not that there was much in his control), a hand entered his vision, palm up in invitation. Without even thinking twice about it—he would always choose James—he let himself be pulled up and straight into strong arms that were the only thing keeping him whole and grounded so far.

The hug ended in less time than it took for him to draw a full, shaky, breath. The abruptness of it left him reeling. 

“Come on,” James said, tugging him in the direction of the kitchen. Sirius followed, confused, letting himself be manhandled into the kitchen stool and watched James take something out of the cooking cabinet.

“Boiled potatoes,” he explained, already moving on to the spice rack. “Mum always keeps some ready to go.”

With quick, practiced movements, James had them peeled and mashed. Another sealed container was retrieved—‘Dough. For the rotis’—and a flat top griddle was placed on the stove.

Sirius watched the whole thing in a daze, unable to identify a single thing but being comforted all the same. It felt almost like a ritual; the rhythmic movements of James’ hands as he rolled the dough into balls, and stuffed them with the potatoes. Watching him smooth it out into a round, flat shape. 

“I didn’t know you were so proficient in the kitchen, Prongs,” Sirius finally said as the kitchen warmed up from his best mate’s ministrations, the smell of ghee-fried dough and spiced potatoes permeating the air.

“I’m not, really,” James shrugged. “But aloo paranthas are—they’re different, you know? Everyone should know how to make them.“

“I’ve never even tried them.”

“Well, then, everyone should have them at least once in their lives,” James said, firmly.

He placed a plate full of warm, steaming—aloo paranthas in front of Sirius and without even knowing what they really were, he could feel the rest of the tension seeping out of him. It’s a temporary relief, to be sure, but that it happened at all is enough to both awe and excite him.

He looked up at James with wide eyes, only to receive a knowing smile in return.

“Have a bite, Pads,” James pushed the plate closer. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

And he didn’t.

As he sat there and entirely demolished four of the wonderful paranthas—after days of not feeling the slightest pang of hunger—Sirius was helpless against the warmth that suffused his entire being, not just from the heat of the potatoes, but from the boy in front of him who’d decided to take a chance on him. Decided to welcome him not just in his arms but his house, his family. 

August, 1995

“Sirius, why are we here?” Harry asked, confused. A minute ago, they were in the garden, talking about something or the other, and then suddenly his godfather had grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the kitchen.

“Because you, my dear Prongslet, have been severely, unforgivably wronged and it’s time to start rectifying that,” Sirius proclaimed, which really didn’t help.

“…huh?”

“You just told me you’ve never had anything but bland, boring British food. Ever.” Sirius stressed the last word, making a point Harry wasn’t quite sure of.

“Yes…because the Dursleys are raging racists and Hogwarts isn’t too creative with its culinary choices,” Harry slowly said, feeling eerily like he was defending himself for…not being able to have a diverse palette?

“Exactly. If James had a grave, he’d be rolling around in it.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“Look, I was supposed to do this for you since the day you were old enough to eat solids. That I didn’t…well. Let’s not go there right now. But now that I do have the chance, it’s practically first on the list of my godfatherly duties—“

“What is, Sirius?” Harry asked, slightly exasperated. The man was making no sense.

“Making aloo paranthas, Harry! Come on, keep up, it’s bad enough you’ve gone this far without—any longer and I swear, James will find a way to come back to wring my neck and tie you to a chair just so he could force feed you,” Sirius finished, a slightly haunted look in his eyes like he was speaking from experience.

Harry blinked. What—?

“Now, luckily for us, the boiled potatoes are already done. You’ve got me to thank for that bit of foresight, of course, never go without since fifth year—“

“Why?”

“—because they’re so versatile—“

“Right, of course, how silly of me.”

“Yes. So, now you’ve gotta peel and mash it, and none of that ricer or fork nonsense, either, okay? You’ve gotta really get in there with your hands.” Sirius demonstrated by taking one slightly cold potato from the bowl, expertly peeling and crushing it between his fingers. He kept going until it was almost smooth, with just the smallest hint of texture. Once done, he turned expectantly towards Harry, eyebrow raised and ‘go on’ written all over his face.

Still slightly bemused, Harry stepped forward and gingerly took a potato of his own. Trying to peel it was—not as easy as he thought and everything else faded away as he concentrated on making sure no brown bits remained. It was a surprisingly soothing task. When he had his first potato peeled and mashed, he turned to Sirius proudly.

“There. What next?”

Sirius nodded in approval. “Now, we do the rest of it.”

And standing there shoulder to shoulder, the two of them managed to get through a veritable mountain of boiled potatoes, interspersed with Sirius’ stories of the Potters, a rare, greedy pleasure for Harry.

“Your grandmum, Euphemia, she’d make this for breakfast every so often. It was James’ favorite and she could never resist his great, big eyes—you get that from him, by the way. Not many people could, mind, but it was particularly effective when he wanted to scam some paranthas out of her.”

and “Your dad wasn’t the best in the kitchen, but this was one thing he was absolutely adamant he learn. Spent hours with Effie and Rani perfecting it, as well.”

Once the potatoes were done, Sirius directed him to the spice cabinet. “Now, this is the most important bit, Harry. Everyone makes their aloo paranthas in their own way. You can have different people following the same recipe and all of their final results would still taste different.”

Harry nodded in understanding. It was a bit like Aunt Petunia’s prized Roast Dinner—she always claimed no one else could make it the way she could, not even letting Harry close to the preparation of it. 

“The first time I had this was in fifth year—similar to you, come to think of it—and I’ve experimented after, right? It was so good I had to. I went to many, many places in muggle London—roadside stalls to fine dining, you name it—and not once have I felt the same as when your dad made it with his eyes still half closed and the paranthas a little burnt on the edges and a bit undercooked in the middle. There’s no competition. So. It’s all in the spice, yes?”

Sirius handed him the container of carom seeds. “That being said, the most important bit?”

Harry leaned forward, eager, all hesitation forgotten in the face of a piece of his culture, his family being passed down to him like this.

“You’ve got to—“

August, 2017

“—measure with your heart, okay, Lils?”

Little Lily Luna Potter, only nine but adopting an air of maturity of someone much older, nodded solemnly, taking her dad’s word as gospel.

“This isn’t just food—this is you telling someone you love them. It’s a warm hug. Feeding someone, taking care of them, is no small job. So, forget all this measurements nonsense and just get in there,” Harry finished, nostalgia coating his words as he quoted his own godfather word for word.

“Get in there, Daddy!” Lily-Lu repeated empathetically.

“That’s right,” Harry chuckled, using one hand to ruffle the riotous mane of red curls piled on top of her head. “The next thing to go in is the powdered spices. Which ones are those, again?”

Lily-Lu squinted thoughtfully. “Coriander powder, red chili powder, tyoo-mer-ic, and cumin powder. That’s all of it, right, Daddy?”

Harry smiled at her serious countenance. “There’s just one more you’re missing.”

She frowned, biting her lip and mumbling under breath. “One more? Coriander…chili…cumin…and—and—garam masala! It’s garam masala, isn’t it?” The last few words were said in an excited shout, almost loud enough to startle him but he could only lean forward and place a quick kiss on her forehead in approval.

“Sure is, sweetheart. You’re a quick one, aren’t you?”

“I’m smart, Daddy, you and Mummy say so,” Lily-Lu returned, self-satisfaction radiating from every inch of her little frame

“That’s because you are; the smartest of us all, isn’t it?” Harry teased, while carefully mixing the spices with the potatoes. This one he’d do himself—Lily-Lu’s hands weren’t the steadiest yet.

“Oh!” She exclaimed suddenly, leaning forward. “The salt! You forgot the salt, Daddy.”

Harry blinked in surprise, looking down at his array of ingredients and realised he had.

“Huh. So I have, it seems. Would you like to do the honours, Lulu?” He extended the container towards her, smiling once again at how she was practically vibrating in excitement.

Harry was—not just glad but utterly ecstatic that he could do this, had the opportunity and ability for it. And he had no one but Sirius to thank for it.

Taking care of me even from the afterlife, aren’t you, Siri? he thinks with a silent offering of gratitude to the universe. I don’t think I can ever thank you enough for it, for everything. 

“And now, the absolute final step?”

“The chopped coriander!” Lily-Lu chirped, already reaching forward to clasp a handful of coriander he’d prepared beforehand. She sprinkled it all over their mixture with a high, bright giggle and Harry could’ve spent an eternity in that moment, with his child beside him and the weight of his family behind him.

[shystrawberries]

October 7th, Glitter Glue

It wasn't the first time Star had found Sundrop with pink and green glitter stuck in the crevices of his hands and spread across his arms. He had once claimed that he couldn't say no to the children, but now she was sure he encouraged them entirely. It wouldn't be the last time either.

She sighed as she sat beside him. He could clean himself up by himself this time. She took pity on him that last couple of times, but Star was pretty sure he didn’t really care one way or another if she did or didn’t assist him.

The only difference now was instead of mashing glue senselessly against plastic teeth, he could open his mouth and guzzle glue properly. 

They had all gotten updates, one by one. The most notable being how expressive they were. Star could open her mouth wider and stick out a new tongue at someone in annoyance if she wanted. Her optics now had expressive eyelids. The same was applied to the others. Eclipse’s glares had only increased in accuracy rather than rely on vibes only. She had accidently found him making goofy faces at a crying child until the child had calmed down, one day. It made her wonder if that was his purpose, or if he even had one. Maybe he simply existed as he pleased? Star found herself a tiny bit jealous of that.

Sunny waggled his eyebrows at her. She sent him an unimpressed look. Sundrop of all of them loved the new upgrades the best.

She was glad.

But… at the same time… Star never wanted this for them. Clearly her feelings were unimportant in the matter, and obviously she wasn’t going to mention it. She didn’t want to ruin Sun’s fun. She didn’t really know how Moondrop felt about it, but he didn’t appear to have any negative feelings about it. 

Granted, he still ran away from her whenever he could. One couldn’t measure the depth of another’s feelings if they hardly interacted.

“I think you really ought to try some.” Sun giggled as he held out to the toxic-for-humans substance. As he expected, she shook her head and looked out over the daycare.

Though it was a Wednesday, and they usually had ten or more kids right about now, the daycare was empty. 

It was odd, to feel that she missed the very creatures she despised only two years prior. Weird to think that it was roughly a year and a half ago that Sundrop declared her his “bestest best friend”. 

Sometimes, as she drifted off into a sort of sleep-like state while she charged, that audio replayed in her head before moving on to process the day.

She side-eyed Sun. He had a sort of stomach installed, like Chica did, so that he could get away with eating random things. The only mechanic left on site would have to empty it. As time progressed, less and less workers showed up at the pizza plex. Star knew for a fact that Joanna would have to be the one, and frankly, Star didn’t trust her a bit.

She took the blue glitter glue, popped off the cap, and dumped it down into her mouth. Unlike Sun, she had no throat nor stomach, as she loathed messes. She wouldn’t be allowed to accompany Sun down to Parts ‘n Service otherwise, however.

Sun balked. “Star!”

She capped the glitter glue and grinned at him. Glue dribbled down her lip. “What? I thought you wanted to share.” 

“I mean I do, but Star, that’s true, but, but-!”

She bumped her shoulder against his and laughed. “This just means we’ll have to go to Parts ‘n Service together, is all. Don’t worry so much.”

He frowned at her. “This is because of that mechanic, isn’t it?”

“What? Nooo.” She looked away. “How’d you know?”

He huffed. “You underestimate my ability to read your tells, silly Star.”

“Oh.”

He leaned his head against hers, rays retracting so she wasn’t stabbed. She couldn’t retract her own, unfortunately, but for the most part they were angled away from where their faceplates aligned. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. It’s just my super duper special secret ability.”

She chuckled. “Oh, yes, very secret.”

“Indeed!”

She fiddled with the glitter glue bottle, and swiped a bit of glue off its surface with her thumb. Glitter gleamed up at her. “I’m just not very… fond of her, is all.” She admitted. 

“Well, you don’t have to like everyone.” He hummed. “Wouldn’t be realistic to assume you could.”

“Shouldn’t I be able to, though? I mean… I dunno.”

“What?”

“The first time we met, she seemed really nice at first.” Sometimes Star wondered if she was being ridiculous. It wasn’t her face that Joanna wanted to change originally. Why was she so insulted? Was it wrong to be so offended on the behalf of her friends when she couldn’t even bring up the topic for fear that it would hurt their feelings?

“Star…”

“What?”

“It’s really okay to not like someone. It doesn’t mean they’re of less value or that you’re mean. It just means you don’t jive.”

“Jive?” She snorted. “Just where did you learn that?”

“Mikaela taught me!”

She enjoyed this. She let her head fall on his shoulder. “If your hands are clean, can you braid my hair?”

“You’d have to move first, silly Star.”

She hummed. “I don't wanna.”

“Weeell I don’t know that I can braid your hair just yet, then. I got glue up and down my arms and hands!”

She sprung off him and hurriedly swiped at her side and sweater. She did not want to deal with getting glitter glue off her white sweater. Not again. 

Sundrop chuckled as he stood. “Let’s go, let’s go. We really ought to go to Parts n’ Service first, and then I can braid your hair!”

Star went back to her closet that night without gunk clogging the inside of her mouth and mechanisms, and cute twintail braids hanging over her shoulders.

[skylarmoon71]

Harry Wells (Flash) - Earth 2 - Chapter 12

It’s hard watching someone you care about slowly forget who you are.

Harry knew that it was selfish to lie that day. But the truth was just too hard to swallow.

The conversation with the team still ran through his mind.

~Three Weeks Ago~

“You have to tell her!” Barry ordered.

When Barry woke up, he was less than pleased. They were elated when you sent a smile. But the way you were acting, it was clear you didn’t know the situation. They’d insisted that you rest. The second they’d regrouped in the cortex, Barry basically ripped into Harry.

“What good will that do, it won’t bring her memories back.”

“It doesn't matter! I’m not going to spend the last days we have with her lying to her face!! I’m going to tell her!” Barry moved to walk past, but Harry grabbed his arm, halting him.

“She has a chance to live these last days with us without feeling guilty for making that decision.” Barry’s body tensed, and the room fell quiet. Caitlin wasn’t sure what to say.

Cisco and Iris just wore expressions of regret.

“You remember how hard it was for her, living those years thinking that you hated her. Think about how much this would hurt her if she knew that removing the most horrible thing in her life took away the best thing she’s ever had. All of you.”

Barry didn’t want to admit it, but Harry was right. More than anything, he never wanted to see that look ever again. After the both of you had finally mended that bridge, he promised he’d never be the one to break it again. He would do whatever was necessary to give you the happy ending you deserved.

Harry released Barry’s hand. It dropped to his side.

“If she’s going to forget about us, then I’d rather it be at our expense, not hers.” Harry rationalized.

That’s the argument that he presented. He wanted you to be free from that burden.

So they laid out a plan. They would all take turns visiting you in Portland. Everyday, someone would spend some time with you and keep an update of your condition.

At first it was easy.

Barry wanted to be the first. Every Monday he scheduled dinner.

Each time it was just so amazing. There was a light in your eyes that he swore he’d never seen since that day. The first couple times seem to run over like a breeze.

That one afternoon when he showed up with Iris, you were elated. You wouldn’t stop rambling about the steady ease of your job and your hilarious colleagues.

It was great.

But then it just seemed to come out of nowhere…

“W-Who the hell are you people!! What are you doing in my house?!”

There was fear and confusion on your face as you held out a metal spoon, the same one you’d left to grab to serve them the mashed potato.

“(Y/N), it’s us. Barry and Iris.”

He pointed between the both of them, no longer seated. Just standing at a distance. He couldn’t forget it, that look.

Like they were strangers.

Like he was a stranger.

“You both have three seconds to get out of my house before I call the cops!!” You were waving the spoon around threateningly, and Iris sent Barry a look. He wanted to stay there, plead for you to remember, but she shook her head. Because the longer he stood there, the more frightened you looked.

“Okay, we’re leaving.”

He took Iris’s hand, and they both exited the house. The door slammed behind them, and he heard the click of the lock.

It felt almost poetic.

You weren’t just locking them out of your house, but also your life.

When Cisco visited on Tuesday, he prepared for the worst.

“Cisco! It’s about time. I was about to eat all this licorice on my own. Come in.”

Of course he hesitated.

Yet, it was nice. To see you wear such a warm expression as you vented about a rebel student in your class.

“Could you believe he said that I was a bad professor. Oh how I wish he were a criminal.”

Cisco laughed.

“I don’t think you would get away with attacking him, even if you are an ex cop.”

You raise a brow.

“An ex-cop? Cisco, what are you talking about? That’s funny. Me, a cop. I can’t even picture it.”

You continued on as if nothing happened, too invested in your rantings to see the color drain from his face.

That afternoon when he got back to Star Labs, he panicked.

“Something is wrong! You said she would only forget the memories she had with us, the ones about Thawne and the speedforce, all of it. But she was a cop way before she joined our team. Caitlin she doesn't remember being a cop!!”

He was hysterical, for good reason.

“I…That doesn’t make sense.”

The entire analysis was wrong and there was nothing they could do about it.

Caitlin made a point to carry out her visit with you coming to Star labs.

“Who are all those people outside Caitlin?”

Barry, Cisco and Iris were peering in and you gave an awkward wave.

“They’re..” Caitlin stopped, sending Harry a look.

“Just my coworkers.”

It was like swallowing an uncomfortably large pill.

Harry did his best to stick to the task at hand as Caitlin strapped on all the many patches to your body.

The rhythm of your heart was steady.

“Are you alright, any discomfort?” Harry asked.

You shook your head.

“Nope. I’m fine. Thanks again for doing this. I know it must be tedious. You even got your friend to help out. I’m sorry but what did you say your name was?” Your eyes were trained on Caitlin, and she stopped all action. You wore a friendly smile and Caitlin did her best not to show the expression of hurt that rushed through her body. She finally understood how terrible it felt. She always prepared herself when she saw her friends walk in one by one with sullen eyes. But now, experiencing it, feeling that tightness in her chest as someone who was once so close had no idea who she was.

It hurt.

“You’re welcome.”

She barely managed to force out the words, continuing with the procedure.

In the span of two months, years of memories, smiles, love, friendship, it was all gone.

This was the new reality.

A very harsh one.  

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

For dating game: Donna Noble for a non Mash option from something I'm pretty sure I've seen you reblog stuff from, BJ, and Klinger

I can't believe I got 2 Donnas for this game and neither were the MASH one haha. And yes I AM a Doctor Who fan but like with Twin Peaks I'm only a shallow fake one because I only feel really passionate about RTD era :( sowwy again. I'm 0 for 2 today. But at least I didn't skip MASH s1-3 AND I didn't skip the 9th Doctor AND I read Laura's diary + Dale Cooper's tapes. So now everyone has to give me a little headpat and forgive me and say they're not mad at me thank you <3

Donna Noble

I couldn’t handle Donna QwQ I couldn’t match her energy it’s very sad :( I feel like I would do the exact opposite of what the Doctor did for her in terms of bringing out her most amazing qualities. And I do really try to highlight and praise the qualities of people in my life!! I just don’t know if I could help her reach her full potential. Which sounds like one of those weird therapy-talk approaches to relationships but unfortunately sometimes when you really admire someone you actually do start thinking about things like “am I supporting her journey effectively” and all that. But this is just a date right so it can just be a casual thing. I feel like Donna is someone with whom I could straight up be like Hey so I was never socialized properly and your last relationship ended comically terribly so do you want to like try practicing dating with each other? I think it could be fun! And then eventually she could move on to find happiness with Mr. Temple :)  

Wait actually sorry quick tangent if Donna doesn’t remember the Doctor what does she think happened to her fiance from way back when. Does she. Does she remember the giant alien spider or. Hang on--

BJ Hunnicutt

BJ Hunnicutt is the human equivalent of Disneyland. Everybody in the entire nation is absolutely obsessively feral over it it’s sooo beautiful it’s sooo fun you just HAVE to experience it it’s a quintessential expression of the American dream blah blah blah. But I will never attend this overpriced (constantly borrowing money) and overcrowded (too much competition from the rest of Mashblr) theme park. I do not care for its fastpass system (willingness to cheat on his partner) or its uninspiring coaster design (anger issues), and I am further offended to hear of the constant introduction of cost-cutting measures that harm visitor experience (growth of mustache). Not even the prospect of purchasing a fully functioning Cogsworth clock (chance to join the Punnihawk polycule) is enough to tempt me. It’s not happening. I am going to Dollywood (Maxwell Klinger).

Maxie my beautiful girl Maxie whomst is so very adored by me

My wife my kitten my sweet snuggly wuggly good time gal. My Dollywood. Know that I love and adore Maxwell for eternity <3

BUT. I must love her from afar because I couldn’t in good conscience waste her time when I figure there must be a more compatible match out there, ya know? Like, I know hardly anything about baseball and I wear the same clothes every day and I don’t eat red meat so I can’t even share those beloved hotdogs. Max deserves the Best as I’m sure we all agree, and we know he wants a serious long term partnership. I want the same thing, so I know that such a lifelong, committed relationship should be with someone who finds themself more easily compatible with Max’s tastes and interests.  

On an unrelated note, Charles sure seemed to get super into baseball in War For All Seasons, huh? :) And we know he cares a lot about his clothes, as we see him hiring a personal tailor at least once! :) And he was surprisingly eager to get to share in Max’s hotdog delivery in The Grim Reaper, too! :) So many random fun facts in this world \^w^/

[witchcatyoshiko]

“Ah, my child, I will forgive the slip of pleasantries and not count that as your question,” you raised your palm to the young woman in front of you, often those from habitual etiquette would start with such a question then cringe, worrying and pleading for another question. It was nice that such things were so ingrained into people that they would break the initial silence with such things. The whining after was rather grating so you would try to stop it before it started. You let your hand drop once more, pleating your fingers together under the thick cloth you had folded on your lap.

In the beginning you had worked hard to look regal, wearing only the tribal beads and adornments you’d originally trekked to the mountain top with but, the fact of the matter was, it’s very cold on a mountain top. So through the years you’d collected pretty blankets left from travelers and folded them around yourself like a purposeful priest robe. You smiled softly thinking of how lovely the blue of the blanket on your lap went with your “color wheel” as you’d read it in the book someone had left behind. There had been quite a bit of new ideas in that book, a window into the world far below. Of course the intense visions you got periodically also made sure you stayed in touch with the on goings of the world, you liked the books better. They were definitely less taxing on the brain.

The woman waved her hands widely, her brows knit together but her mouth breaking into a smile, “what? No no that really was my question.” She paused, looking at you expectantly but you stared back with confusion. Her eyes slowly widened, silence closing in once more, she began to make popping noises with her lips. Suddenly she shuffled, going from sitting on her legs to leaning on her side, propped up on one arm, the other expressing to the sky above her, “you see I was talking to my nephew about you, he’s very small. Not sure how old. Like one of those young ages. Like 2 or 12, probably not 12.” She chewed her lip a moment in thought then went back to her waving, “Anyway, we had got to talking about you, I don’t know. I think I mentioned you when he showed me his mashed potato mountain with a lil fried chicken bit on top and I just went ‘Oh is that the prophet?’ And he asked ‘who?’ And I said, you know the prophet guy who answers questions and so we went into it with all the questions he asks.” She made a blathering noise, rolling her hand from her mouth like she was spewing up words as she rolled her eyes, “Well anyways, as those infants do, he ran me into a corner where I just couldn’t answer. He asked ‘does anyone ask the prophet how he’s doing?’ And I said probably not because everyone has things they have to ask about and no one’s going to get all the way up there and ask how he’s doing cuz he’s probably going to say he’s fine or whatever cuz you know, no one just spews out everything to strangers when they just ask ‘how you doing?’ You’re supposed to just say fine and get on with your shopping, Nate!” She huffed, crossing her eyes and shifting to her other side, using her opposite hands to prop herself up and continue expressing, “The kid is relentless. Auntie it’s not right. Auntie someone should ask. So what if he says he’s fine. You talk a lot maybe he will too. Auntie you tell me to talk it out. You always listen to my day. So what if he’s on a mountain and only sees trees, he can have a favorite. What if a bird came by or a squirrel did a funny thing and he’s got no one to tell it to. How do you know if people chat with him after they ask their question? What if he said something they didn’t like and they just leave after yelling at him?” She rolled her hand in front of her mouth again, her voice had begun to drone in a higher pitched voice as if she were mocking the child, “You don’t have a job, you should go see him and chat. You don’t do anything anyways.” She began to gag, mock choking herself. She sat up suddenly, crossing her legs like you and cracking her neck. She pointed, “I am not unemployed. I developed tech for my uncle when I was young and we sold it. Now I just make update tech for it and I can work my own hours.” She shook her head, “but try to tell that to a kid while your brother in law works 9-5 and grumbles about you always hanging around the house eating your sister’s home-cooking.” She shrugged, “I paid for the house and my sister is a great cook. Why should I have to pretend for him?” She settled into a moody slump and silence closed around again.

You stared at her. After a few moments she began to fiddle with her pants, there seemed to be a new tear in them that she’d just noticed. You tried to hold back but you couldn’t anymore, you laughed. You laughed so hard you began to wheeze, rocking forward and back until you slipped back too far and fell backward onto your bundle of pillows. When you finally started to settle down you could hear her speaking again, “I’m not lying. The dude is broken. You broke him with your question, Nate. Not cool. Do you know how far I traveled to break a man? I’m like an assassin now. I’m gonna have to take his place like friggin Santa. I don’t know the first thing about making prophecies. No, you can’t be my elf. You have school on Monday. That’s not how time zones work and you know it.” You lifted yourself to see the woman glaring at her phone with one ear piece in. She looked up, “oh he’s up. I’ll call you back. No you can’t talk to him. I’m not letting you waste your one question on ‘what’s your favorite color?’ No that’s totally what you’d ask. Ok what would you ask? You know what, never mind I’m getting a lot of eye contact here. I’m calling you back. Bye. BYE!” She mocked anger and rolled her eyes, “Yea I love you too. Tell your mom to mail me that lasagna. No not leftovers, the exact slice on your plate. I’m eating that.” She made kissy faces at the phone, breaking into a bright smile, “love you, butt munch.” She hung up and removed the earpiece. “Sorry.” She said looking very much unapologetic as she tucked her phone away.

You pointed at the phone, “that…” you began.

She took the phone out again, “this? It’s a phone. I know you’ve been up here a while but weird you haven’t seen one from people, thought they’d take pictures or something. Uh,” she put the phone to her ear, “it’s like a way to talk to people far away.” She looked at her phone, “I had to rig mine so the brat could reach me out here. He said I could just fake it if I didn’t call while I was with you. I mean, honestly, I could probably fake it either way but ya know… “she shrugged tucking away the phone, “I had the time.”

You stared again. The utter shock was too much but she opened her mouth again and you feared she’d go into another rant so you quickly spoke up, “Can you do a phone for me too?”

She closed her open mouth then smiled, the wicked glint in here eye enhanced by the playful kid’s song playing from her phone. She answered the phone without breaking eye contact, clicking the speaker button, “Nate, guess who’s answering questions now?”

A young boy’s voice rose from the phone, “Mom says if you’re Santa now you can have your elves make you lasagna”

You have been a mountaintop prophet for 1,000 years. Each person only gets one question and you’re sure you’ve heard every question that can be asked. Until one day someone uses their one question to ask, “How are you doing?”

[wordofthewicked]

Showtime- Paul Lahote

Fic description: A chance meeting one sunny afternoon on La Push brings you face to face with Paul Lahote. Your strange connection with him, and the fact that it was his soccer ball that broke your nose, you were wrapped up into an unseen world that lived in tandem with yours. How far are you willing to go for true love? How far are you willing to go to protect the people you love?

TW: Slight NSFW, making out, nothing crazy

Showtime Masterlist

General Masterlist

Part Six

~~~

Part Seven

Being away from Paul was harder than you anticipated. You found yourself much more agitated than usual, snapping at your parents when they asked you questions, and finding it hard to sit still. You did your best to hide this, not wanting to give your parents any more reasons to be suspicious. Still, they took your new attitude to heart, and one night at dinner, they decided to approach you about it.

“Sweetheart, we’re just worried about you. You’ve been… different the past few weeks.” Your mother began, gently placing her fork down on her plate.

“Oh have I? I haven’t noticed.” You grumbled, pushing your mashed potatoes into a pile before flattening them down again.

Your father sighed, shaking his head. “Y/N, please don’t be difficult. You’ve been so hostile and closed off recently. We just want to know what’s going on in your life. How are your friends?”

“They’re fine. I only see them during lunch, so I don’t really know what’s going on with them.” You answered curtly, not having the will to give them additional information.

Your parents shared a look, before returning their gaze to you.

“Is this about that boy?” Your mother questioned, picking her fork up and shoveling peas onto it. “I can’t imagine another reason for this behavior.”

You laughed a little, which surprised them. “You really can’t? Mom- you grounded me and took my phone away during the last few months of my senior year. All I do is go to school, then sit alone at home until you guys get off of work. I can’t even talk to anyone to pass the time, so I just sit and reread everything on my bookshelf. Of course I’m going to be annoyed all the time. It has nothing to do with Paul.”

“You understand we’re just trying to keep you safe, right?” Your father asked, his voice soft for such a bold statement.

“Yes. You’re keeping me safe from the dangers that Bella made up.”

Your mother sighed, her voice heavier than your fathers. “Charlie said Bella had expressed the same concerns to him, Y/N. Why would she lie to her father, the chief of police, about these people being dangerous?”

“Because she was hurt! Her and her friend Jacob got into a fight, so she was worried it was because he had fallen into a bad crowd. She realized she was wrong, and she apologizes to me every time I see her. Yes she told Charlie what she thought, but she still spends everyday on the Reservation with them! Charlie’s best friend is Jacob’s father, who is more than knowledgeable about that everyone is up to. They both know that no one’s in a gang or doing drugs.” You argued, frustration sweeping over you.

Both of your parents seemed unsure of what to say, so the conversation fell away. You finished eating and headed up to your room once you had cleared the table and washed the dishes.

You had finished your homework during the day, and it was too early to go to bed. You felt restless- like an animal with their arm caught in a trap.

You’d barely been able to talk to Paul, except the few times during lunch you would borrow someone’s phone to call him. He started recognizing the numbers, and usually picked up during the first ring. You knew he should have been sleeping, since nights were spent patrolling, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care much about disturbing him, since you knew that both of you were struggling being apart.

The hold that the imprint bond had on you wasn’t something you were prepared for. Aside from feeling bummed about not seeing Paul, you didn’t think much else would happen. Yet, after the first week of being grounded, you started having problems falling asleep. You’d lay awake at night and wonder where he was, what he was doing. It was like he had consumed every thought you had- everything led back to him. You knew in your heart that he must be in even worse shape than you were, and with his head clouded by thoughts of you, worry over his safety became unbearable. He was out hunting vampires- how could he do that while spending all of his time thinking about you?

After a while of being lost in your own thoughts, you heard a knock at your bedroom door. You grabbed the book that was on your nightstand in attempts to look busy, and called them to come in. Both of your parents appeared in the doorway, small smiles on their faces.

“Hi honey. Can we come in? We wanted to talk with you.” Your father spoke, entering your small room anyway.

You crossed your legs to give them room to sit on your bed, and they both did. They looked at each other coyly, before handing you your cellphone without a word.

“Woah- wait. What’s going on?” You asked, clutching the phone in your hands.

“We… talked to Charlie a little bit ago, and he corroborated everything you said. He apologized for Bella’s behavior and any inconveniences she may have caused, and said that the boys on the reservation were probably better influences than the boys in Forks. We’ve decided to unground you.” Your mother answered, reaching out to grab your arm gently.

Your father cleared his throat, his stern eyes looking at you over his glasses. “There are some more rules, however. We would like to meet this Paul fellow as soon as possible. We trust you as an adult to make your own choices, but we are still your parents. You seem to care quite a bit about him, and I’d imagine you’ll want to have him around here, too. If you’re hanging out at our house, you need to stay in the living room. He needs to leave by 9 during the week, and 11 on the weekends. Additionally, if you are going to out, your curfew is still 10 on school nights. However, seeing as you are leaving for college soon, we’ll extend your weekend curfew until midnight. You need to keep your phone on you at all times, and respond when we call, alright?”

You squealed a bit and lunged forward, taking both your parents in a huge hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me.”

They hugged you back lovingly, your mother whispering to you. “We love you.”

“I love you guys too.”

~~~

The next day at lunch, you sat down at the table, and pulled your phone out of your pocket, holding it up triumphantly.

“No way! You got your phone back? Does that mean you’ll stop using my minutes?” Jessica asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Yes! Aaaaand, it means I’m officially no longer grounded.” You yelled, smiling widely.

Everyone cheered, Mike especially since he had been so keen on breaking you out of your house.

Bella sat down in the middle of the commotion, and eyed everyone weirdly. You filled her in on the news, and a wave of relief visibly coursed through her.

“Oh good. Paul will stop moping around when he finds out you’re ungrounded. Have you talked to him yet?” She asked, picking up her sandwich and taking a bite.

You shook your head, “Actually, I was thinking of surprising him. I need your help.”

Bella readily agreed, seemingly wanting to do whatever she could to make up for the chaos she inevitably caused. You didn’t mind that she felt she needed to make it up to you, even if you weren’t upset anymore.

You finalized the details for the next day with her and Jacob, before your lunch period ended.

Jacob was going to get the pack to First Beach the next afternoon, where you and Bella would show up and surprise them. You could imagine the look on Paul’s face when he saw you, and the thought of that alone made you giddy.

You glided through school, all thoughts consumed by the boy with the leather jacket and kind heart who was waiting desperately to have you back in his arms.

~~~

Bella pulled into the first parking spot she found, and you were practically bouncing in your seat. As soon as the engine was off, you were out of the truck and moving toward the beach. She laughed at your excitement, smiling at the way you couldn’t seem to help yourself.

When you actually got onto the sand, there wasn’t anyone else around besides the pack. They were lounging around by the water, laughing and joking with each other loudly.

You would recognize Paul anywhere, just by seeing him from behind. He was half heartedly kicking a soccer ball around with Jared and Seth- his slumped shoulders evident even from across the beach. He looked tired, much more than anyone else did. His movements were slow, like he was on autopilot instead of actually meaning them.

The familiar tug in your chest pulled at your heart, beckoning you to get closer. You couldn’t help yourself, essentially moving at full speed to run to him, leaving Bella behind.

The sand on the beach was damp with fresh rain, so it made it easier for you to move quickly. Jared noticed you first, and he called out to Paul, telling him to turn around. He did, just seconds before you had made your way over to him. He didn’t even have time to react to seeing you before you jumped into his arms. He picked you up at once, and swung you around, pulling you tightly against his body. The two of you laughed, happy to be back in one another’s arms.

“It’s you. Jesus it’s actually you.” Paul murmured, once he placed your feet back underneath you.

“It’s me.” You breathed, inhaling his scent as deeply as you could.

Paul rested his chin on the top of your head, and the two of you stayed entwined. You felt the stress of the last few weeks melt away at his touch, and high at the feeling of being with him once more.

Paul pulled away to look at you, smiling widely. “How are you here? Did Bella break you out of prison for the day?”

“I’m actually free. My parents talked to Charlie, and he told them that you guys aren’t gang members or drug addicts. Plus they were getting annoyed with my constant moping around the house.” You responded, resting your hands against Paul’s large chest.

At this, he pulled you against him again, and whispered to you. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You responded, “More than I think I should have.”

He released you with a kiss on the forehead, and you felt your face warm up at the gesture. He took your hand and intertwined your fingers together, tugging you over to sit down on one of the many beach blankets they had laying around.

Leah gave you a soft smile, “Glad you’re here, Y/N. Paul’s been absolutely insufferable without you.”

Bella had finally made her way over to the pack, and she sat next to Jacob, their sides touching. “Yeah, Y/N wasn’t much better.”

You shrugged in response, letting your shoulder rest against Paul’s. “What can I say? I’ve grown fond of this idiot.”

Everyone laughed lightly, shaking their heads at the way you and Paul seemed to glow together. The pack filled you in on the last few weeks apart, and you and Bella gave them updates on your life.

“Oh by the way, are you coming to Tyler’s party next weekend?” You asked Bella, tilting your head.

She shook her head in response. “I didn’t know Tyler was having a party. I wasn’t invited.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a party, Bella. You don’t need an invitation, there’s not going to be a bouncer.”

She laughed lightly, smiling at you. “Oh, I guess you’re right. Parties aren’t really my thing, though. Not a fan of the whole teenage drinking culture.”

“Totally understand. Tyler’s parties usually get out of hand, anyway. The amount of times it ends with us running from the cops is bad. Probably better to stay away.” You answered honestly.

“Yeah, Mike had filled me in. He’d been really stressed about you not being to go, for some reason.” She responded, but then immediately looked like she regretted it.

Paul stiffened at this, and you could tell that he was imminently jealous of Mike, and his desire to be near you. You knew Paul didn’t have anything to worry about, but you also kind of enjoyed the way he was becoming protective of you.

“Yeah, Mike and I are kind of a package party deal.” You shrugged, tossing the hair off of your shoulder. “Jessica and Eric are much more… tame when it comes to parties. So Mike and I have to work together to do as much stupid shit as possible before they stop us.”

“That is wildly concerning.” Bella replied, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you even do at parties? The ones in movies always seem so dramatic and fictitious.”

You groaned in excitement, sitting up. “Uhm, Bella. They are exactly like the movies, and completely not. If you’re drunk enough, it feels empowering and exciting- like the lights are there for you, and you’re the only one that matters. If you’re not drunk enough, it’s a bunch of sweaty teenagers dry humping each other in someone’s living room. It’s awkward and weird and fantastic. You should really come to Mallory’s graduation party. Big of a bitch as she is, she knows how to throw a damn good party. Last summer, her jungle juice was so strong, I ended up…”

Jacob and Sam had both sent you slight glares, and you cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Maybe that’s a story for another time.” You spoke, your face heating up.

Emily laughed a little, shaking her head. “Didn’t realize you were such a socialite.”

You blushed at her words, feeling perhaps that the pack was carrying much more important things than high school drama and shitty house parties. “Sometimes.”

“Should you really be using your new found freedom to go to a party like that?” Paul asked, looking down on you with concern.

“It’s not my friends that my parents were worried about.” You shrugged, dismissing his words. “Plus, I only have so long before I’m heading off to the other end of the country. How likely am I to see everyone together like that?”

Paul hummed, frowning a bit. “Right, college.”

“Have you made your official decision yet?” Emily asked, her curiosity seeping through her tone. “I know you have one in mind as your top school.”

You shifted a bit, suddenly feeling anxious about your future for the first time in a while. “No… I haven’t made anything official yet. I’ve declined a few schools, but that’s about it. I’ve applied to a couple more in Washington, too.”

“Washington? I thought you just said you were heading to the East Coast?” Kim questioned, glancing between you and Paul.

“That was the plan, but things change, you know? Better to be prepared and have plans than for your life to come to a grinding halt.” You answered, brushing nonexistent sand off of your pants.

Paul tensed slightly, and when you looked at him questioningly, he smiled and kissed the top of your head. You melted into his touch, the euphoria of being around him almost overwhelming.

The afternoon sun was waning, and Emily suggested that the group should pack their things and head back. Paul pulled you aside, smiling coyly.

“Would you wanna come over? We can ditch everyone else and watch a movie at my place.” He suggested, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Your parents won’t mind?”

He shook his head, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. “No one else is home.”

Your eyes widened at that, and you agreed quickly. Paul seemed visibly excited, and he announced that you two were heading off on your own, and he’d drop you home later that night. You said your goodbyes to the group, as he dragged you off the beach and towards the street.

You could barely keep up with Paul’s long strides, your short legs failing you. You laughed at his relentless pace, but didn’t say anything about it. His house was only a short walk away, and as soon as you had shut the door, the silence was heavy between you.

“Er, we can watch a movie down here if you’d like. Or I have a tv in my bedroom, as well.” He offered, gauging your reaction.

“Your bedroom would be great.” You answered, letting him lead you to the back of the one story home.

When you entered his room, you could see how absolutely fitting it was for him. The walls were mostly bare, and there wasn’t much furniture aside from his bed, a night stand, and the dresser that held the tv. You immediately took off your shoes and coat, dropping yourself onto the plush covers of his King sized bed.

Paul laughed at your movements, and turned the tv on. A movie was already loaded into the VHS player, and he rewound it, unconcerned about whatever title it was. When he reached the beginning, he pressed play, and joined you on the bed.

You noticed how he kept a bit of distance between you two, and you felt your chest heat up at the notion. It was obvious your comfort came first to him, regardless of what intentions he may have had for the evening.

You sat in silence as Pulp Fiction continued on, both of you unsure of what to do with yourselves. You weren’t completely certain if it was the feeling of being by his side again, or some deeper connection, but you couldn’t stop imaging his hands running down your body. Your thoughts were plagued with dirty images of what could happen while you were alone, and the realization that you could make them come true dawned on you.

Carefully, you turned over onto your stomach, moving closer to Paul so you were nestled into his side, with your faces only inches apart. He cocked an eyebrow at your movements, but you just smiled slightly at him instead. You glanced at his plush lips, and the sudden urge to have them against yours took over.

Like lightening striking, you kissed him deeply, pushing yourself upwards a bit to be closer to him. Paul didn’t question you, his hands instead sliding up to rest on your hips, squeezing them gently. Since you hadn’t kissed since his near phasing, you had forgotten how absolutely addicting he was. You wanted to drink him in, become absolutely intoxicated on nothing but his taste.

Your hands came to rest in his hair, and you pulled on the short locks gently, causing him to moan into your mouth. The sound stirred something inside you, and you yanked harder this time.

Paul groaned, and his hands grabbed your body, moving you so you were entirely pressed on top of him. You slid your legs open, so you could straddle his waist comfortably. He pulled away from your lips, bringing his mouth down your neck, and biting slightly.

“Fuck, Paul,” you moaned, tilting your head to give him better access.

He took the opportunity to bite down harder, before his warm tongue darted out to soothe the red skin. He trailed kisses down lower, finding your sweet spot just above your collarbone.

The room was unbearably warm, and you pushed him back so he was laying down fully again. You reached for the hem of your shirt, and tugged the garment off, tossing it behind you. His eyes widened at the look of your bare chest, your boobs spilling over the cups slightly. He sat himself up then, scooting you both back so he could lean against the headboard. His hands trailed to your back, unhooking your bra swiftly.

Paul’s eyes trailed over your bare form, and he licked his lips as a toothy grin broke out on his face. “You’re going to the the death of me.”

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