#Raven Cincaide plans

[ravencincaide]

Important info!

Hello my lovely followers! I am sorry that this isn't a fic update. But I do have some exciting news for you: First of all, I am slowly coming back into writing fanfics. It's NOT BSD yet but I am hoping to come back to my ongoing fics and promised requests next month. (I haven't forgotten about you! I promise!) For now, to all of my JJK fans, by popular demand I've set up a new account where you can read my JJK (and eventually other fandom) stuff: Raven-Cincaide (@raven-cincaide) For those of you looking for writing advice, prompts, beta reading and such. I have been locked out of my words account so set up a new one: See here, Raven-Cincaide-Words (@raven-cincaide-words)I will also be sharing my general thoughts on writing, struggles and sneak peaks there. Finally for my more observant followers, you'll notice that a lot of (hopefully all but I'm still working on it!) my NSFW stuff is set to private now. Unfortunately some minors have been lurking about there and just being downright shitheads and braggy brats that they're in places I don't want them to be and then rubbing it in my face. Once blocked they crying and spam me from additional accounts for blocking them, clouding my inbox. So since people can't behave and I am not in the emotional state to handle this type of kindergarten stress I am going to move ALL my NSFW stuff to a separate account: Miss-Cincaide (Still being set up!- @miss-cincaide). It will be easier for me to block people but also posts shorter thirsts and also start up with headcannons for those into it. BUT!! It is not only going to be reposts. Rather Every.Single.Fic is going to be re-written, and have either a follow up, a surprise or something extra posted at the same time as the re-written stuff. So you'll not only be reading updated versions of old fics- but seeing some brand new dirt as well ;) The goal is to be done with everything by Oktober (So there'll be two posts of naughty dirty per day during kinktober month, yaay!) Hope you're with me on these changes, thank you everyone who's been checking up on me. And slowly, Raven is flying back!

[seiwas]

masterlist

・・・・・ this is the masterlist for my one year anniversary collab event! minors dni. links to each fic/art will be updated as they come; if you're interested in joining, you can check out this post for the guidelines! this masterlist will stop updating on july 25, 2025.

fics

boku no hero academia

ꕤ bakugo katsuki

feelings left unspoken by @peachsukii # fluff fluff fluff. just how katsuki acts in love. sfw. summary: bakugo’s hidden love language is touch. any and every kind. hand holding, arm slung around your waist, hand at the small of your back, ankles hooked under a table, etc.

[title tba] by 🌱 # early relationship katsuki summary: tba

untitled by @gfguren # f!reader, pro-hero!bakugo, hurt/comfort, established quirk, strangers to friends(?) to lovers summary: bakugou likes to think he knows everything, can handle just about anything that's thrown his way with flying colors and then some. so why can't he figure out this tug in his chest, or the upset in his stomach whenever you come around lately? you with your stupid quirk and all your stinkin' audacity. who do you think you are to figure him out with one little touch, one measly brush of your fingers against his anyways?

ꕤ todoroki shouto

[title tba] by @withclawandvine # sfw, established relationship summary: tba

haikyuu

ꕤ iwaizumi hajime

[title tba] by @merumis # tba summary: you’re not unfamiliar with a regretful hookup, but last night’s might just make the top of your list. still, you and iwa planned this roadtrip to see your friends months ago—surely things won’t be different. so why does he keep looking at you like that? and why is his cold water bottle always against the back of your neck?

ꕤ kuroo tetsurou

[title tba] by @tetzoro # sfw ; tooth rotting fluff ᡣ𐭩 summary: kuroo tetsuro has spent his whole life looking after others. it’s something that came naturally to him, as simple as breathing. it never fails to catch him off guard when he finds you doing the same for him and yet, he can’t help but melt under your tender care.

ꕤ ojiro aran

he's not subtle! by @noosayog # gn!reader, sfw, fluff summary: maybe he’s not one for over-the-top declarations, but it’s all the same when he makes it this obvious.

ꕤ sakusa kiyoomi

love me from your point of view by @irisintheafterglow # pro player!sakusa x rockstar!reader, strangers to lovers, secret relationship, character study, angst/fluff, sfw summary: you teach sakusa kiyoomi how to love, in spite of the cameras and the gossip.

jujutsu kaisen

ꕤ fushiguro megumi

[title tba] by @raven-cincaide # sfw summary: tba

ꕤ fushiguro toji

untitled by @cuntcure # nsfw, fluff, morning sex, very domestic and soft! summary: most mornings, you are only partially roused to a place just beyond being fully awake and coherent.

[title tba] by @pmpmyread # f!reader, mostly fluff, with suggestive themes and implied/non-graphic smut summary: tba

ꕤ gojo satoru

i won’t come back to you broken (i’ve been away too long) by @kissxcore # sfw, blind!gojo, angst probably, jjk spoilers summary: in which you prove to gojo that every part of him is loveable, even without his eyes.

and five more by @mieiri # gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff! summary: boyfie! satoru sleeps on your shoulder. you think about him in the meantime.

ꕤ nanami kento

[title tba] by @selarina # sfw, anniversaries summary: tba

the ghost of u by @em1e # a little bit of angst, sfw. summary: the intimacy of sharing music.

ꕤ sukuna

[title tba] by @miss-cincaide # nsfw summary: tba

wind breaker

ꕤ hiragi toma

bloom by @melon-fodder # sfw, 'shedding' as little signs of your partner being in your space summary: over time you fill hiragi’s heart and home with little pieces of yourself.

ꕤ togame jo

[title tba] by @shinuko # tba summary: tba

art

jujutsu kaisen

ꕤ gojo satoru

romantic encounter by @mididoodles # gn!reader, sfw description: cat!gojo and bunny!reader cuddling/sleeping.

ꕤ nanami kento

[title tba] by @mididoodles # selfship, fluff description: tba

thank you for participating, and enjoy!

[nobedofroses]

October 1st

pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader

warnings: suspense

words: 709

a/n: decided pretty last minute to do this, but here is day 1! I would not call this kinktober but I am planning to post everyday this october with a range of different types of prompts but starting with Strange Noise from this list by @raven-cincaide-words (it's on there as day 25, but since I'm using multiple lists, everything's out of order). Excited to get started, hope you enjoy! Directory

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It started when you were asleep. The sound woke you slowly at first. You stirred out of a dream that involved a strange creature in the distance, moving and making a sound. A sound that sounded vaguely familiar but that you couldn’t place. 

Then you woke and the sound was still there. It startled you. You weren’t used to unidentifiable sounds in the little structure that you, Din, and Grogu were living in. It was small enough that you were familiar with every single sight, feel, smell, and sound in it. But not this one. 

Heart beating quicker, you reached out for Din in the dark. His strong arm was warm under your hand and you squeezed it a couple times, wanting him to wake quickly but quietly, just in case. 

Din woke up quicker than you. He always did after years hunting and never letting his guard completely down. Normally, you were glad that he felt like he could with you and Grogu, able to even remove his armor for comfort like sleep. But now you wanted the hunter, the man that would protect you and Grogu from anything that could come your way. 

“What is it?” Din asked, moving close so he didn’t have to speak above a whisper. 

“Do you hear that?” you paused, letting him listen. 

You couldn’t see his face in the dark, but you could picture his expression. Brows furrowed, eyes squinting in concentration, and the firm line of his mouth. 

“It’s inside. Clearly it doesn’t know we’re here or it would be less loud. I’ll take care of it,” Din told you, shifting slowly to grab his helmet on the bedside table. Always there, security and safety in one gleaming piece of beskar. 

In seconds, Din was walking through the doorway with helmet and gauntlets on. You were standing as well, planning to walk behind Din to Grogu’s room so you could ensure the little one’s safety. Behind Din so he could act as your shield. His words. 

The two of you parted in the hallway and you rushed into Grogu’s room as Din rushed to the noise. As your eyes fell to the empty little bed, your heart fell out of your chest as you finally realized what the sound had been. Eating. 

One second before you fell to your knees in despair, Din’s voice called out, “He’s in here!” 

You were in the kitchen the very next second, ready to do anything to save Grogu. But a very different, much less devastating sight was before you than you expected. 

Grogu was standing, completely unharmed, in front of the conservator and surrounded by half eaten and strewn-about food. He must have had a bite of everything you had in there. He was covered in something sticky and the crumbs that had stuck to that, but none of that mattered as you scooped him up into your arms and hugged him close. 

“Oh thank goodness you’re okay,” you breathed, heart rate slowing down for the first time in several minutes. 

“He’s covered in food. He ate everything,” Din countered, although his tone was more tired than frustrated. 

“You must be going through a growth spurt, huh? Are you still hungry or should we clean you up and get back to bed?” you asked the little green child blinking up at you. 

He made one of his cooing sounds and you knew it was a sleepy one. So you said, “Alright, a quick wash-up right after you move all this stuff to the waste bins. Din, I can take care of him if you want to go back to sleep.” 

Grogu waved a hand over your shoulder, moving everything to the correct bin in seconds. Din watched the movement before responding, “No, I’ll do a security check then join you.” 

You nodded with a small smile, knowing that even something harmless like this set off his protective instinct and let him do what would help him go back to sleep peacefully while you did what would help you. You turned your attention back to Grogu, “Let’s get you cleaned up. And while we do, we can talk about what you should do if you get hungry in the middle of the night again.”

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[bloodycotton]

Day number threee, heck yeaaaah.

Prompts: @raven-cincaide-words

(My first language is NOT English)

Day 3.- Distance

Steven Dunlop (The little traitor, 2007) x Fem!reader

When the distance was greater between them, their feelings grew stronger, and the longing kept them faithful and strong, sure of each other's feelings. 

Steven and his fiancée, whom he had proposed to days before he left. 

Dunlop often thought of his fiancée, when there was curfew and no one was on the streets, he would stroll slowly through the alleys, sometimes focused on the task and mission at hand and sometimes lost in thought, fidgeting the necklace you had given him as a gift when he left. 

On nights like this, the loneliness felt much deeper, much more piercing, so much so that it squeezed his heart and with every step he took it seemed to echo in the silence of the empty streets.

The weight of the necklace around his neck was a constant and pleasant sensation, a constant reminder of the promises he had made. 

In those darker alleys, when it was his turn to patrol on nights where the moon was big and bright and the stars gave brush strokes in the blackish sky, Steven allowed himself to lose himself in memories of you. 

Those memories flooded his mind, the shared moments, the kisses, the laughter and the plans for the future. Images of you, with your bright smile and dazzling, loving eyes, projected in his mind like a beautiful painting.

They lit up the night for him.

It was in those moments of silence and darkness that the longing was most intense, when his heart pounded the hardest, and he longed even more for your presence. 

Sometimes, on lonely nights, he could almost hear your voice, soft and melodious, whispering words of affection against his ear, the laughter of the silly and senseless jokes he sometimes told you echoed in his mind, as if you were in a perpetual state of joy, next to him, by his side, with that mischievous gesture he loved. 

And so, in those lonely hours, where the blanket of night fell over him, Steven Dunlop longed for your presence and cursed the long distance that separated them, remembering the promises whispered in the dark.

[by-speaker]

Horror Movies (ENG VER.)

Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

The kids had decided to have a Halloween movie marathon, nothing too scary because afterwards Philza and Missa knew they would end up with the two terrified kids in their room and bed. Thanks to Anabelle and It, Philza had been pushed out of his own bed, from next to his boyfriend's warm side, by his two brats. 

So now they were watching, ‘The Adams Family’ at the request of Tallulah, who had stated and reaffirmed, that they were very much like the family of manic goths. 

‘Hey, we may be goths, but I don't think we're maniacs,’ the blond had tried to defend himself, but then thought about it a bit, his boyfriend was literally the grim reaper, he was called the Angel of Death and well, the brats are their children… ‘I take it back, Princess, you're right.’

Missa let out a giggle, ‘Hey, at least we're a family of united goth maniacs’ he said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend to pull him closer to his body. 

The four of them were curled up on the couch, Chayanne was sitting on his dad Missa's lap, half sprawled over one of the arms of the couch, Tallulah was leaning against Phil, with a big bowl of popcorn in her lap. 

In the movie, Wednesday Adams was electrocuting her brother Pugsley. Tallulah was silently clapping, clearly thrilled by the Adams siblings' antics. 

Chayanne chuckled a little at seeing his sister so excited about the movie, ‘I hope you're not getting any ideas, Lulah.’ He joked, though somehow you could hear the nervousness in his voice. 

Missa ruffled his son's hair, ‘Don't worry, Chay. We don't have electric chairs in the house.’

‘We do have a generator, though.’ Philza said, more to himself than to the others. 

Missa nudged him, ‘Don't give him ideas, my love.’ 

‘I don't need ideas,’ Tallulah said with her signs, ‘I can look up my own murder ideas.’ 

That made Chayanne's eyes widen in terror, because Chayanne may be a withering warrior, but his little sister was something that made him quake in his wellies.

They weren't even halfway through the film when the two children had fallen asleep, although neither of the two adults noticed, quite interested in the film. 

When the credits rolled, Missa was going to ask Chayanne what movie he wanted to see now that it was his turn to choose, but the boy was drooling on the arm of the couch. He went to tell Tallulah that she could pick another movie, but the girl was in a similar state to her brother, still holding the bowl of popcorn, though it was already empty, her purple cap was about to fall off her head. 

‘I think they fell asleep.’ Philza said with a laugh. 

Missa giggled, ‘I don't plan on moving them, if I have to deal with two kids acting like babies when they're sleepy now I'll probably cry.’ 

Philza snorted, ‘Do you want to watch another movie?’ 

Missa nodded, rearranging Chayanne, so his neck wouldn't hurt in the morning.  ‘Do you want to watch Twilight?’ 

‘But Twilight isn't horror?’ Phil said in confusion. 

‘If you think about it from Charlie's perspective yes,’ Missa said, ‘Imagine Tallulah grows up, and one day she tells us, dads I'm going to marry the town millionaire weirdo, I'm going to get pregnant, and I'm going to let him turn me into a vampire.’

‘No… Twilight no’ Chayanne speaking startled them both. 

They both laughed, knowing their eldest son's distaste for the movie of sparkly vampires and teenage romantic drama. 

‘I thought you were asleep?’ replied Missa, laughing. 

All they got was a tired sound from Chayanne that no doubt made them laugh. 

‘I'm going to put him to bed,’ Missa said, getting up with the child in his arms, ‘give me Tallulah. 

Philza swallowed a laugh, ‘Sorry, love, but I don't think you can handle both of them, I can't handle both of them.’ 

Missa gasped in offence, ‘Are you trying to say I'm weak?’ 

‘Yes.’ 

Missa was puzzled and frankly offended, ‘Philza, I'm Santa Muerte, I think I can handle 2 kids.’ 

‘Yes, but you're in your mortal body, darling, and they're both dead weight.’ Said Philza resigning himself to the fact that his stubborn boyfriend decided to carry the two children in his arms, ‘You're going to drop them, and it's not going to be pretty.’ 

Missa looked at Philza with determination, ‘Watch and learn, my love,’ he said, bending down to pick up Tallulah, swinging Chayanne in one arm and lifting the girl carefully. 

‘I really don't think that's a good idea…’ complained Philza, but he couldn't complain too much any more because Missa had balanced the two children almost perfectly, holding them on his hip, the children almost by a reflex had wrapped their arms around Missa's neck.

‘See, I told you I could,’ Missa said, though he was clearly struggling to keep the children from falling off him. 

Philza let out a sarcastic snort, ‘I'm going to take Tallulah before you drop her.’ 

Missa rolled his eyes, but let his boyfriend manoeuvre the little girl out of his arms, they both carefully climbed the stairs and settled the children in their beds. Chayanne immediately started looking for his Techno stuffed animal, hugging it as soon as he found it. Missa made sure to hang Tallulah's hat on one of the bedposts, and put her headphones on their charging station. 

They both tiptoed quietly out of the room, sighing when they saw that the kids hadn't woken up. 

‘Do you still want to watch the movie?’ The blond asked, tired after struggling to get his son's pyjamas on. 

‘The only shiny chest I want to see right now is yours, and I plan on lying on it.’ Said Missa pulling the Brit into his room, ready to sleep through the night. 

[nobedofroses]

October 10th

pairing: no outbreak!Joel x gn!reader

warnings: just fluff!

words: 926

a/n: Prompt for today is Horror Books from this list by @raven-cincaide-words (didn't realize it was going to be three days in a row, sorry for the spam tags haha). Sarah is 11 in this bc I said so

Directory, Day 9

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The way you and Joel started to get to know each other was through your shared love of horror books. You worked at the local used bookstore that he and his daughter, Sarah, frequented, coming in about every other week to get a new-to-them book each. You always recognized regulars and were able to pull up their rewards without asking their names, and you’d usually remember their reading tastes as well. But maybe it happened quicker with Joel because when he was in the store, it was hard to pay attention to anything else. 

It also helped that his tastes seemed to align perfectly with yours. Every time you commented that he was getting a good book, he told you next time he had enjoyed it. And every time you refrained from saying anything but made a little face, he told you the next time that he had not enjoyed it. By the second time this happened, he was coming to you for recommendations before he even started looking. 

Each time you saw them come in, your body flushed warm with happiness and excitement, knowing you’d get to talk with Joel about your shared hobby and usually also get to hear about Sarah’s most recent soccer games while you were ringing her and Joel up. You wished you could see them more, even more than when they started coming in every week. (You hoped against hope that you had something to do with that.) 

Joel was trying to work up to it, asking you out. He didn’t want to bother you, you were at work after all and supposed to be polite to everyone. Tommy thought you were interested in him after all Joel told him about your interactions, but could he really trust Tommy? 

But Joel did feel like he could trust Sarah’s impression of you. She was always very excited to go to the bookstore to see you and after every soccer game she’d mention telling you all about it. And by your interactions with her about something as mundane as 11 year old soccer games, you were a genuinely sweet person. 

If Tommy wasn’t good for anything else when it came to dating advice, he had promised to take Sarah to the movies or something to give Joel time for a date once he actually did ask you out. Joel thought today would be the day. There was a fall fair coming up and it had one of those cheesy haunted house rides that he thought it might be fun to go through since you both liked horror books. It’d be like riding through some terrible pulp horror book. He hoped you’d think it was funny and not immature. 

When he and Sarah walked into the bookstore, you were helping another customer, talking animatedly with excitement in your eyes. Joel hoped you’d be just as happy if he did ask you out. When he asked you out. 

Sarah bolted past him into the children’s section, eager to see what Nancy Drews or Goosebumps she could add to her collection. Joel meandered around to the travel section since it was the closest to the register and he could talk to you as soon as you were free. 

A minute later he heard, “You planning on going somewhere?” 

Joel turned around, half thinking he heard some sadness in your voice even as you were joking. He shook his head and smiled when he saw you, “Can’t. How would Sarah’s team go on without her?” 

You laughed, looking so happy and pretty that he felt his heartbeat quicken. 

“So, any recommendations this week? You were right, there are some good alien horrors,” Joel admitted, referencing your recommendation from last week. 

“See? Stick with me and you’ll be alright,” you shot him a look that he hoped you meant as flirty. It definitely brought a flush to his cheeks. 

Before Joel had to come up with something to say, you started explaining the options you had found for him this week, which just so happened to be stashed under the front desk. The two of you discussed the merits of each until Sarah came back with two books, one Nancy and one Goose, as she called them. 

Normally, Joel only let her get one book per visit because they only had so much room on their bookshelves and Sarah wasn’t willing to take any back for some store credit. But today, he was too nervous and not thinking straight and let her get both as long as she went back to the children’s section to one of the chairs and read until he was ready to go (i.e. he had finished asking you out and you had said yes). 

You looked at him curiously and he shifted his weight, smiling sheepishly, “I, uh, wanted to ask you somethin’.” 

He waited for your nod of encouragement before he swallowed and kept going, “Since you like horror books and all, I thought maybe you’d like to go check out the haunted house at the fall fair? It’d be like a pulp horror, you know?” 

You looked thoughtful and he couldn’t tell whether that was a good sign or not. “Would… Sarah come too?” 

“Nah, she’s gonna go to one of the new cartoon movies with my brother. This would be…” Joel cleared his throat, “It’d be a date.” 

Your look quickly changed from thoughtful to happy. Your smile was bright enough it made him feel all warm inside and you nodded, “Yeah, Joel, yeah I’d really like that.”

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[nobedofroses]

October 9th

pairing: Marcus Moreno x gn!reader

warnings: a bit of reconciliation, cookies

words: 1k

a/n: Prompt for today is Cast a Curse from this list by @raven-cincaide-words. Missy is probably like 8 in this, so younger than the movie btw

Directory, previous Marcus blurb, next Marcus blurb, Day 8

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“Hey who’s that guy that was looking over here when I came in?” Rita, your best friend who was over for a dinner and movie night, asked as you were grabbing aprons from your hall closet. 

“Ugh, that’s my neighbor. His name is… something. I know his last name is Moreno, I don’t remember the rest,” you said, tossing her her apron and slipping yours over your head. “He’s an ass. The one who ruined my decorating plan.” 

“Oh you mean your insane need to be first in everything?” Rita asked with a smirk. 

“Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side, here,” you said with an exaggerated look. 

Rita put on a straight face and said, “Right, right. What other horrible things did he do?” 

You didn’t really have an answer to that so you busied yourself with filling a pot for pasta and answered when it was halfway full, “Well, he never introduced himself properly.” 

Rita gave you a look, “Then how did you forget his name?” 

Fuck, she had you there, “Okay, well, he has a kid and she’s nice and waves at me but he doesn’t.” 

“Oh yeah, that is kinda rude,” Rita said thoughtfully. “And, really, how dare he look like that.” You were glad to have a fresh idea to glom onto, “Yeah! Who does he think he is, watching me open my front door like my company is any of his business.” 

“Oh, that’s not what I meant,” Rita said. She took a sip of her wine, “I meant, how dare he look so good in just jeans and a t- shirt. Bet he looked like that and a little sweaty when you guys were decorating.” 

You ignored the shit eating grin on her face, “You’re not helping.”

“Helping what? You continue your denial that your issue is having a crush on this guy and being too scared to do anything about it?” She was grabbing some of the ingredients out of the fridge now and you were getting the cutting board and knife. “Do you want me to suggest something else? We could cast a curse on him. I could call my abuela.” 

“Put a pin in that, we’ll come back to it if necessary,” you said. “Let’s just get to cooking.”

Rita rolled her eyes but let you change the subject. 

An hour or so later, you were about twenty minutes into your movie, a horror movie for the season, when a knock sounded at your door. The two of you jumped and screamed in near perfect unison but came to your senses and realized it was probably not a slasher coming to get you. 

But possibly you still made Rita come to the door to answer it with you. The door swung open to reveal your neighbor and his daughter, Missy. You were surprised beyond belief and then Missy held up a tray of slightly misshapen and haphazardly decorated Halloween-themed sugar cookies. 

“Hi! We brought cookies! Do you have milk?” Missy said, no breaths between sentences. “Missy, manners. You need to introduce yourself first,” your neighbor said in sotto voce.

“Oh right, my name’s Missy and this is my dad, Marcus. What are your names?” Missy asked and you could tell by Marcus’ (thanks heaven for Missy saying his name first) expression that that wasn’t exactly what they had practiced. 

You and Rita introduced yourselves and then Rita told Missy, “You know, we do have milk. Why don’t you and I get some and serve up your cookies?” 

As Missy and Rita disappeared around the corner, you heard Missy say, “Do you both live here? My abuela said a pretty lady lives here and you’re both pretty—” 

You couldn’t help but look at Marcus with a bit of a smile. 

His face wasn’t far from a smile either, “She repeats things and she’s always listening. Can’t say anything secret around her.” 

“The cookies look fun. Are you guys really here for milk or did you come over to show off your work?” you asked, smiling more this time. 

“Oh, show off, totally. We’ve got a gallon of milk at home, but you know me, I’m nothing if not competitive,” he said, giving you a wry look, but his eyes were sparkling with laughter. 

You felt heat rise to your neck and cheeks and looked away before looking back, “Yeah, I’m still working on the friendly part of friendly competition. Or maybe that not everything needs to be a competition. Sorry for kinda blowing up at you. And thank you for your help.” 

Marcus seemed a little surprised at your admission, but shook his head and said, “No worries, just being neighborly and all. Maybe we can work together for future holidays so that way we’re both first.” 

You smiled, genuinely happy to hear that, “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” 

Marcus and Missy could only stay over for so long since it was close to Missy’s bed time, but they left you with the rest of the tray of cookies because they had another at home. You promised to get the tray back to them before long since it was pumpkin themed so they’d surely want to continue using it in October. 

Missy had insisted that when you did come to bring it back that you stay over for a playdate so she could show you her collection of pink RC cars which were apparently her pride and joy. Rita made eyes at you over the top of Missy’s head, no doubt trying to convey some sort of joke about a “playdate” with Marcus. You shot her daggers but she just laughed and promised Missy for you that you’d absolutely love to see her collection. 

You ushered them out as quickly and politely as you could lest Rita have another chance to embarrass you. Marcus accidentally bumped into you as he walked by and turned back to put a big, warm hand on your shoulder in a quick apology that left you feeling flustered and a little weak kneed as you closed the door. 

“I need another cookie,” Rita said, expecting you to follow her into the kitchen, which you did. She grabbed a witch cookie with green skin and orange hair and bit her head off, speaking with her mouth full, “So you still wanna do that curse? Abuela’s still up with her bridge club.” 

You grabbed a pumpkin that was pink with hearts on it and pouted, “No, no curses. Not for Marcus.”

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[ravencincaide]

r there plans for another happy unhappy home? i love that fic and im so excited to see whats next ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi there anon! Sorry for the late reply. Absolutely I have started drafting the next part of Desperate times series and happy unhappy home, My plan is to get it up somewhere in the beginning of Novemver (right now its Kinktober so NSFW content @miss-cincaide and Sweetober prompts JJK based @raven-cincaide. IF you're into that please check those out. Otherwise, hold on tight, the fics ARE COMING