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steveslevis · 10 months ago

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‘tis the damn season

AUTUMN

chapter contents/warnings: exes to whatever the hell this is, a little bit of smut, angst, weed and alcohol use, mutual pining, steve is an idiot and is afraid of commitment </3, barely proofread (sowwy)

w/c: 5.3k

The first big frost of the season blankets the town of Hawkins when you arrive on Wednesday night, the bits of ice glittering on the orange and brown leaves making the barren streets seem less intimidating as you make your way through your hometown for the first time in months.

There’s a sense of anticipation and dread that fills your stomach while navigating the streets you know so well, knowing you’re going to be asked the same mundane questions about college in the big city a thousand times over during the next three weeks. You know that’s not the only thing filling you with dread for the weeks to come, but keep telling yourself that’s all you have to worry about — right?

The first evening you arrive in town is jam-packed, since your friends insisted on having a so-called “Friends-giving-mas” as the night that you arrived, due to your anticipated absence on the aforementioned Christmas. You spend a few hours with your mom and dad before leaving, enlisting your mom to help you make some cookies for the party, promising you’d leave her and your dad some behind.

The clock hits 7 p.m. and you’re finally finished getting ready, having just thrown on a red velvet, long sleeved dress that hit just above your knees and your best black boots, Robin had requested everyone to look their best so she could take photos with her new camera throughout the party. You grabbed your secret santa gift and jacket, checking yourself in the mirror one last time before leaving your room.

“Alright, I’m leaving.” you call out as you bound down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Don’t forget your cookies, sweetheart! They’re on the table.” she replied from her place next to your dad on the couch, watching some rom-com while he was dozing beside her, “if you need us to come pick you up, we will.”

You let out a laugh at her remark, knowing that you were only walking to the next house over on the road, so picking you up would be ridiculous.

“Oh, I think I’ll manage just fine.” you joke in return while grabbing the plate of cookies, “love you guys!”

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The outside of the Harrington’s house is gleefully lit with warm string lights, wreaths already adorning the front windows and main door to the house in anticipation of Christmas in a few weeks. You always admired the way their house looked during the holidays, but knew it was only a cheery facade to hide the dysfunction that lay within the halls of the residence.

You knew the family all too well, having grown up next to Steve your entire life. You were the same age as him, grew up attending all the same parties as him, but ran in completely different circles than him — well, up until your senior year of high school at least.

Long story short, being best friends with Robin led to you ultimately becoming so-called friends with Steve Harrington as well. The two of you had what you now called a stupid summer fling before you left for Chicago in August, but the rest was history. The two of you had agreed to stay civil and not let the remnants of any unresolved feelings come between your friendship and the rest of the friend group.

So here you were, knocking on Steve Harrington’s front door on a random Wednesday in late November, cookies in hand as you stood there, shivering. You faintly hear Robin say that she would get the door, then hear footsteps pad towards the entrance.

You’re greeted by your best friend with the strongest hug you swear you’ve ever experienced, and you feel like you might not ever be let go if she has anything to say about it.

“Oh my god! I missed you so much.” Robin exclaims, the widest grin on her face as she grabs for your hand, “everyone’s in here, we’re just waiting on Nance and Jonathan then we’ll be ready to eat but come in! I have so much to tell you about everything you don’t even know—”

You follow behind her wordlessly, smiling to yourself as she rambles on about college applications and band and Vickie — who just so happened to be in the kitchen helping finish making the mashed potatoes so you had to be quiet — and everything that she can think to fit in a conversation to catch her best friend up on after months without. She leads you to the dining room after dropping off the cookies, where you hear two familiar voices having a very passionate conversation.

“I’m telling you, man, I’m cursed—“

“You’re not cursed, Harrington. I’m telling you, you’re just looking in the wrong place for love.” Eddie retorts to his frustrated friend, rolling his eyes at him.

“Oh yeah? And where should I be looking?” Steve snorts, haphazardly tossing forks, knives and spoons atop the napkin at each seat of the table.

“I’ve been saying ever since what happened this summer, you should be going after — oh shit, Y/N!” Eddie interjects, cutting himself off when you trail in behind Robin.

The metalhead pulls you in for a bear hug, whispering in your ear about how he promises not to ask you boring questions about college like everyone else. As you’re being engulfed in his embrace, you hear the sound of silverware tumbling to the ground from the other side of the table, followed by a string of mumbled curse words from the dropper.

You pull away from Eddie’s hug to look at where the noise is coming from, only to see Steve fumbling with a fork and spoon while trying to stand up from where he was just kneeling. Your gaze lingers on him for a moment too long, taking in everything about him that you told yourself you didn’t miss. Eddie gives you a knowing look and you roll your eyes, knowing that he’s trying to tell you to not make things weird, so you try your best.

“Stevie, how are you?” you call to him while walking around the table, putting on the best oblivious and excited face that you can.

“H-Hey, Y/N.” Steve says, feigning coolness as he pulls you in for a quick hug, nearly stumbling over his words when you use the nickname you always loved to tease him with, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

His eyes flicker over to Robin momentarily, who shoots him a guilty grin before mouthing ‘sorry’ over your shoulder.

“Yeah, it was kinda last minute on my part, I just so happened to be coming home tonight since my finals were all at the beginning of the week. I kinda forced Rob to tell me when it would be so I could crash it,” you lie, trying to throw the blame on yourself instead of her, “sorry if I messed anything up, I-I’ll lay low and won’t eat if that messes up numbers or something—“

“No!” Steve rushes to retort, shaking his head at you adamantly, “I mean, shit—sorry. No, you’re not messing anything up at all, you know you’re always welcome here.”

The smile on Steve’s face is genuine as he speaks, but there’s a glint of sadness in his eyes while he scans yours for any sign of hesitancy. You give him a small smile in return, quickly moving your gaze from his to push down that sinking feeling in your chest you know is coming. Your chest aches as you focus your eyes downward, realizing that this night would be a lot harder than you had convinced yourself that it would be.

“Well!” Robin interjects, interrupting the growing awkward silence filling the air of the dining room where you stood. She reached for your hand while smiling over at you sympathetically, beginning to drag you towards the kitchen as she spoke, “gotta go say hello to everyone else before dinner!”

Your best friend whirled you around to the rest of the guests–which was just Nancy, Jonathan, and Vickie–who were all in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the meal.

A slew of awkward questions about Chicago ensued in the moments leading up to and during dinner, but you took them in stride as they distracted you from the bright eyed boy across the table who kept sneaking glances in your direction any chance he got. You explained your major, what you did for work outside of class time, and talked about all the new friends you met in the short few months you’d been gone. You could’ve sworn Steve’s jaw clenched at the mention of a date you went on prior to leaving for break, but you didn’t put too much thought into it.

Dinner goes by fairly quickly, and then it’s time for Secret Santa gifts in the living room. Robin begged everyone to participate, and even went through the effort of making sure you and Steve didn’t get each other, partly to not ruin the surprise of you being here and partly to diminish any awkwardness that might arise from it.

You had drawn Jonathan’s name, so you gifted him a few rolls of different camera film. Each person had to guess who their Secret Santa was, but apparently your gift was pretty obvious since he hadn’t been able to find any film like it anywhere near Hawkins, so he guessed you first.

Your turn rolled around and a small red gift bag was sat in your lap. You immediately knew who your gift was from, halfway from the grin plastered on his face and halfway from the smell lingering from inside the back in your hands.

“Thank you, Eddie.” you giggle out while pulling out four perfectly rolled blunts from the gift bag, courtesy of the best dealer in Hawkins.

“It’s always a pleasure,” he jabs back, “we can fire one up after presents if you’d like.”

You nod quickly at him, grinning widely before turning back to the circle where Robin was handing out gifts.

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It’s not long before drinks are flowing and laughter is spilling through the Harrington residence, something that’s happened very few times within those halls. The night seems to go by too quickly, you notice how quickly when you check and it says 11 P.M. already, even though it feels like you’ve only been there a few hours. You’re sitting on the couch with Robin and Vickie, giggling their way through a story about some guy in the Hawkins band, when the sight of the back door sliding open and closed catches your eye.

You turn your gaze to see Steve stalking into the cold on his own, head turned down as he walks towards one of the ice-slicked pool chairs on the deck. A frown passes over your face as you furrow your brows, excusing yourself from the couple on the couch as you slip outside to follow him with your bottle of wine, one of your newly gifted blunts and a lighter in hand.

It’s the last thing you should be doing tonight, really. You shouldn’t be following Steve Harrington – the man who was too afraid to say he loved you and too afraid to commit to you – onto the porch. You should’ve stayed inside and drank some more wine with the rest of them and let yourself cut loose for once, but you just couldn’t do it. You just had to talk to him – you weren’t so sure what you wanted to talk about, but you just felt the need to.

“You alright?” was all you could slip out as you closed the sliding glass door, watching the brown haired boy from afar, making sure you weren’t making the wrong decision.

“Yeah–Yeah, just needed a little bit of fresh air.” Steve stammered, eyes widening for only a moment when he notices that it’s you that followed him outside.

You only hum in response, stepping closer to him as you sense no annoyance or anger in his voice, finding a spot on the chilled pool chair next to his. After setting down the bottle of wine you’d been nursing throughout the night, you took the blunt you’d brought as a peace offering between your fingers and waved it in front of his face.

Steve looked up for a moment, gaze shifting between the blunt between your fingers and your lips that curled up into a mischievous yet friendly smirk. His own lips perked up in a lopsided smile, raising an eyebrow at you when you brought the blunt to your lips, followed by the lighter.

“Would you like to partake?” you joke while puffing smoke through your lips, mixing with the cold puffs of breath coming from Steve’s.

“I’ll never say no to that,” he retorts, reaching to grab the blunt from your fingers.

There’s a breath of comfortable silence between the two of you as he inhales, then lets out a long exhale before focusing his gaze back onto the pool in front of him, onto the ice forming on the pool cover as a way to avoid your eyes.

“So, how’s the Stevie Harrington been faring since I’ve been gone?” you joked after a moment more of the quiet, shoving any nerves down that were threatening to force you to run back inside.

Awful, utterly dull and extremely depressing, was what Steve wanted to say.

He wanted to tell you how he fucked up so badly, how he hasn’t been the same since the last time he saw you, how he hasn’t even been able to look at anyone without thinking of you. He wanted to grab you by the cheeks and pull you in for a kiss and never let go. He wanted to scream and tell you how much he regretted ever letting you leave without knowing how he really felt, but he couldn’t now. It was too late, so he just said; “Oh, y’know. I’ve been fine. Just the same shit, different day.”

Steve wanted to kick himself for saying something so lame, something so uninteresting when the most interesting person in the world was sitting right in front of him.

“Does ‘same shit, different day’ just mean you’re stuck being the same old chauffeur-babysitter you’ve been for the last two years?” you tease, reaching down to grab the bottle of wine at your feet.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Steve chuckled, giving you a warm smile as he took another puff.

It only took a few moments to finally break the ice between the two of you, then things fell right back into place, right back into a comfortable normalcy. There was something that put you so at ease being outside with him, being able to talk to him without the looming thought of who would be the first to say “I love you” or who would be the first to leave waving over both of your heads.

The next hour went by in a breeze, and it seemed the party inside died down by the time the two of you decided to walk back in. Steve closed the sliding glass door behind you two and you noticed only Eddie and Robin were left standing in the living room. Vickie was presumably in the guest bed, where Robin was about to head to. Jonathan and Nancy had left twenty minutes prior, only popping their heads out to say a quick goodbye before driving off.

Robin said a quick goodnight to you before heading up the stairs, along with a promise to see you tomorrow for a girl’s day. Then, it was just you, Eddie and Steve in the living room, Eddie at the couch setting up his bed for the night while the two of you stood in silence by the sliding glass door still.

“I–I guess I should probably head home for the night,” you say, breaking the silence between the three of you as you start towards your bag and coat on the other side of the room.

“Why don’t you just stay?” Steve interjects a little too loudly, the weed and wine in his system instilling some false confidence in him. “It’s so cold out and I’m sure at this point your parents already think you’re staying anyways.”

You stop on your toes at Steve’s voice, cheeks heating at how interested he sounded in you staying there for the night. It’s not like it was a far and dangerous walk, Steve just wanted an excuse to be around you for longer. You turn around to look at him, then to Eddie, who was giving you a tired smile.

“We can have a sleepover on the couch,” Eddie chuckles, reaching for one of the pillows he was setting out for himself to move it to the other side of the couch for you.

“I don’t have any clothes,” you suggest, looking down at your velvet dress that would be extremely uncomfortable to sleep in.

“Oh, I’m sure Stevie has some clothes that you can sleep in!” Eddie says, shooting a smirk in his direction.

“O–Of course I do, I’m sure I still have your favorite pajama pants up there if you want them.” Steve says hurriedly, as if you would change your mind if he didn’t answer quickly enough.

You give the two of them a smile, pretending to contemplate the decision for a moment before nodding. You could’ve sworn you heard Steve let out a breath of relief at your nod, but he turned towards the stairs before you could acknowledge it. Without a word, you follow right behind him up the stairs, slowly realizing the effects of the cherry wine and weed are coming to the surface.

Steve steps into his bedroom and you follow behind him, a situation the two of you knew all too well.

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You don’t know what led to this, but there you were, in Steve’s bedroom, him towering over your space on his bed as he pulled you in for a heated kiss. Tongue against teeth, hands against cheeks, legs tangled together, just like they were meant to be.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, you swore to yourself you wouldn’t come crawling back every time you were in town, but here you were.

Somehow coming upstairs for a stupid pair of pajamas led to Steve giving you that look of lust and utter desire, led to you becoming a willing participant in his games once again after swearing you would never touch him again, led to you letting him sneak his way into your heart – and pants – yet again.

Your head is spinning as he kisses you, his lips slotted into yours like they belonged there, a perfect fit. You’re unsure if it’s the wine, the weed or the sheer yearning that’s making you feel like this, but you don’t want it to stop any time soon.

There’s a gnawing feeling in your stomach when Steve props his knee up on the bed next to your hip, you know you should stop before he gets any further, but the ache between your thighs is outweighing any thought of what would come after he spreads you open.

Steve groans into your mouth when you pull him closer, fingers intertwining with and tugging the hair at the nape of his neck, and you only smirked against his lips in satisfaction. You knew everything about the boy who was turning to a puddle just from the touch of your fingers. You knew exactly how to make him tick, and him the same for you.

“Fuck,” Steve breathes when he finally pulls away from you, full lips parted as he stares down at you. There’s a twinkle in his eye that you haven’t seen in so long, one you used to mistake for love but now only know to be pure lust. “I–I’m sorry I just, I need–I need you.”

You stare at the desperate, doe-eyed man in front of you for a long moment, mind wandering to a place of fear as you think about what you’re about to do.

Instead of saying anything in reply, you close the space between the two of you once again, smashing your lips into his in a feverish and bruising kiss. Steve is on you in an instant, gently pushing you back and up on the bed, letting your head fall on his pillows. You can tell by the way he stumbles on his way up to you that he’s intoxicated — on the weed or the wine, or you, you’re not sure — but you soon realize that you are too.

A hand wanders toward the hem of Steve’s sweater, tugging at it quickly as he pulls away from the bruising kiss. He wastes no time in pulling the cable-knit up and over his head, tossing it to the side while sitting up on his knees to take you the sight of you in. Your skin was hot and your eyes were blown with lust, cheeks flushed and lips parted as you stared up at him.

You’d only been under him for a minute and had completely folded to his touch. You cursed yourself for letting your inhibitions crumble so quickly, but another part of you didn’t actually care, the same part of you that wanted to claim him as yours forever.

Steve’s eyes trailed over you, from your cheeks to the low neckline of your dress, over the curve of your hips, ending on your thighs spread on either side of his knees. The crushed velvet of your skirt bunched where your leg met your hip, letting the fabric ride up enough for Steve to see exactly what he was searching for.

He sucked in a breath at the sight of your white lace underwear beneath, having to hold himself back from diving in right that second.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned, hands tracing over your hip bones while lowering his lips to yours once again.

A moan falls from your lips as his meet yours, his knee coming up between your thighs, creating friction against your core.

“Fuck—Stevie,” you say, choking back a pitiful whine while grinding against his thigh desperately, “please, I need you.”

You swear you hear Steve nearly choke at your words, three words he’d been dying to hear from you for months.

“I know, I know, baby.” he coos at you, trying to keep his cool as he strains against his pants, “I’ll take care of you.”

You nod feverishly as he leans down to pepper kisses along your neck, taking his sweet time while trying not to get drunk off the scent of you.

“This—This doesn’t mean anyth—this doesn’t change anything,” he stammers between kisses, peering up at you as he speaks, “we can still stay close—keep being friends after this.”

You hum in agreement, ignoring the dread building in your gut as you do. You want to be more than friends, you want to scream at him until he admits that he loves you too. But he nearly said it doesn’t mean anything, so you’re convinced he wants nothing to do with you after tonight, nothing but a friend to laugh with and a pretty face to fuck on every break from college.

You push the thoughts from your mind, focusing on the boy in front of you as his hands begin to massage your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your core with every circle. Steve chuckles lowly as you let out a whine of anticipation, teasing you silently as he gives in to your desires.

Steve knows your body like he knows his own, so what comes after pulling off your dress is nearly second nature to him. One large hand trails to the waistband of your underwear while the other reaches for your breast, nipple peaked from the exposure to the cold air conditioning. You moan in surprise when he wastes no time in putting his mouth to work on your other nipple, tugging your underwear down your legs simultaneously.

His fingers immediately fall to your core once you’re free of the underwear, fingertips circling the bundle of nerves at the top as you let out another whimper.

His moves are careful but quick, he knows you want to waste no more time, and you’ll whine about his teasing if he doesn’t act soon.

He’s out of his boxers in an instant, one hand keeping contact with your clit as he situates himself above you.

“You look so good like this, sweetheart.” Steve says, voice low as his eyes raked over your body, “so pretty spread out for me, all fucked out for me even though I’ve barely touched you.”

“Stevie…” you whimper, reaching a hand up to him, but he pulls from your reach with a smirk across his face.

“Tell me what you want from me,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek as he lines himself up with your slick, teasing the tip against you slowly.

“I—I need you, Steve.” you beg, cheeks flushing at the admittance, “I need you to fuck me, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” he retorts with a smirk, sliding into you with ease.

You both let out a low moan as he bottoms out, filling you in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. You forgot how thick he was in the time you’d been gone, your body wasn’t used to the stretch of his cock inside you, but it still felt like he was meant to be there. Like he was the only one who could make you feel this way.

And you were right, nobody could make you feel that way. Nobody else could touch you and make you fall apart in less than five minutes like he could. Nobody else could get you so riled up over a few praises thrown in with some condescension (which you embarrassingly loved too much) like he could. Nobody could hold off from cumming long enough to give you three orgasms before getting one of their own like he could.

Nobody did it like he could.

This doesn’t mean anything you repeat in your mind, clinging to his arm like your life depended on it after the two of you calmed your breathing and cleaned up. You weren’t sure if you were repeating those words to convince yourself or to ease your own mind about what just went down, but you knew they stung your heart more than any fighting words the two of you had ever exchanged.

“I missed this, cuddling with you, holdin’ you like this.” was all he slurred out against your hair, pressing a sleepy kiss into the crown of your head.

“Yeah, me too.” you mumble in return, accepting the warmth of his embrace as sleep finally took you in, ignoring the gnawing pain growing in your chest.

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The spice of Steve’s cologne mixes with the familiar scent of his room, filling your senses when you wake, nearly sending you into a panic. You sit upright in the bed, turning to face the boy you claimed you wanted nothing to do with romantically just a few hours ago. Steve is sleeping peacefully next to you, plush lips parted and brows furrowed as he subconsciously pouts about the loss of your touch. The alarm clock behind him read 2:03 A.M., meaning you hadn’t been out for too long, but long enough to sober you up somehow.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I gotta get out of here. Is all you can think as you stumble out from under the comforter, knowing you would never live it down if anyone found you’d slept in his bed, especially with your limbs entangled like they just were. You quickly dress in the clothes you’d originally come into the bedroom to fetch, and snuck out of the bedroom without a sound.

Before making it to the living room, you turned toward the dimly lit kitchen for a glass of water. What you weren’t expecting to be faced with in the kitchen was Eddie, but there he was, leaning against the counter with disheveled hair that probably mirrored your own.

“What a night so far, huh?” he jokes as you shoot him a knowing glare while trudging across the tiled floor.

��Don’t even start with me, Munson.” you warn, absentmindedly reaching your hand up to the cabinet for a glass while shaking your head.

“Woah, don’t get that attitude with me! I didn’t say anything,” he laughs, setting his own glass into the sink, “but that also doesn’t mean I didn’t hear anything.”

“You did not,” you snap back, eyes wide and cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he gives you a shit-eating grin, “there’s no way you heard anything because nothing happened.”

“You’ve always been such a bad liar, Y/N.” Eddie laughs, stepping out of the kitchen to walk towards the living room where the two of you would be sleeping.

A sigh escapes your lips when Eddie leaves, letting you be alone with your thoughts finally. There was an ache in your chest that wasn’t going away any time soon, and it was in that moment that you wondered if you would ever be able to get over Steve Harrington, or if you would be in a continuous cycle of hurt and comfort for the rest of your damned life.

You collected your thoughts as you downed a glass of water, throwing back two ibuprofens with the last chug for good measure, before finding your way back to the living room. Eddie was on his side on the long side of the L-shaped couch, leaving the shorter side for you to sleep on. His eyes were closed as you laid down with your feet next to his own, but you knew he wasn’t asleep yet.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” you heard through the darkness after turning off the table lamp once you were settled.

“I know.” you sigh in return, staring up at the ceiling that was only lit by the streetlights flowing in from outside. “I just don’t want to live like this forever, I–I can’t keep being the secret that Steve is too embarrassed to talk about.”

“He’s not embarrassed of you,” Eddie said, voice barely above a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear, “he’s just afraid of fucking everything up even more than he already has.”

If only he could say that to my face, then maybe I’d believe it, you thought to yourself, chest tightening at just the thought of the brown-eyed boy who was fast asleep upstairs.

You don’t reply to Eddie, unsure of what to say back, unsure of what you could squeak out without breaking down.

“Goodnight, Eds,” is all you say in return, though you know you won’t be getting any sleep.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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After falling asleep for all of fifty minutes around 5 in the morning, you decided you had to leave.

The entirety of the almost four hours you laid on Steve’s couch consisted of staring at the ceiling and fighting off tears while thinking about how you regretted everything you said and did over the last twelve hours.

Coming to the Harrington house was a mistake, even stepping foot back in Hawkins was feeling like a mistake at this point.

The only words repeating in your mind were This doesn’t mean anything. This doesn’t mean anything. This doesn’t mean anything.

You eventually had enough of the self-loathing and inability to sleep, so it was time to go. It was time to hastily change out of the pajamas that smelled too much like the boy you loved too hard, and time to go collapse in your own bed. There was no telling if you’d actually fall asleep once you made it there, but that was beside the point.

It was when you finally made it back to your parent’s house, to your childhood bedroom, that you swore that you wouldn’t see Steve Harrington again for the rest of Thanksgiving break, and hopefully would avoid seeing him again for a long while, for the sake of saving yourself from another heartbreak.

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sociomoony · 3 months ago

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Yo bbg gorl you should totally write some head cannons abt ur top 3 favorite jjk characters.

Also would you be opposed to writing silly little things abt it Ocs if you have any currently. (Feed me wife pls I am starving of ur presence and writing 😫

-Love, your FAVORITE wife 🥰😘

Top 3 favorites head cannons? I can sure try 😭🙏 (and absolutely, I'll have something out about Ocs if that's what you wish!!!) I love you my beautiful wife 🫶

Headcannons- General + Romantics (I am a fanfic wrighter, watchu want from me 😞)

Includes - Megumi, Noritoshi, Takuma

Headcannons!!!

(1) Megumi Fushiguro

•Now we love our little urchin haired boy!! And to be completely honest, his classmates have to had mentioned that at least once to him. I mean it's just so- fitting 😭 spikey on the outside, vulnerable on the inside! For a while, Megumi hated it, but started to think it might actually make him sound cool considering how painful urchins could be (that didn't last long at all)

•Has 100% called Gojo 'Dad' in school before. He has never been able to live it down from Gojo, but after Gojo's end, Megumi started referring to him as dad a little more freely to Yuji and Nobara when mentioning him.

•The bag carrier anytime the friend group goes out. This is more fact than head cannons but I find it funny. Yuji will start out as the carrier, but of course something will catch his eye. He'll give Megumi the bags to hold, and then never grab them again, and Meg's just goes along with it because why not. Not that big of a deal

•Has the little note Gojo wrote him kept tucked away in his wallet at all times. Over time it got older and more frail, so he framed it. It sits on a table at his bedside now.

•Megumi hates to ever admit to anyone, but he deeply misses Gojo, and it's clear as day, he just hates admitting it. He has openly cried ONCE to Yuji about him, and couldn't stop for hours.

---Romantics--~

•Megumi used to hate physical affection, but now when he gets it he sinks into it. It doesn't even have to be romantic actually, if Yuji hugs him, he'll protest, and then just melt.

•Is very cautious of who he's with. You can't blame him, most people that were supposed to be important to him have left or disappeared and randomly came back. He was upset at Yuji for it, and he doesn't make exceptions. It will take months, maybe even years of knowing him before he let's you in, and he won't be quick about it.

•The type of guy to take you out every morning for something to eat. He doesn't have much value for money besides his essentials, for he fears he won't be around long, especially after what happened. Why would he spend money on things he likes when they could go to waste one day?... Don't tell him he's being hypocritcal when he's insisting on you both going somewhere you've been gushing about, but he won't just buy the game he's been talking about for weeks.

•Not big on sweets, but he eats them around you. He's more wary about being different or not exactly ideal, so on your first few go- rounds, he tries eating the sweetest things... Sugar cookie cake pops, red velvet cookies, chocolate moose cake... But when you hear from a passing conversation from him and Yuji of how he doesn't like sweets because they hurt his teeth, you're quick to ask him about it. He tries to ignore it and change the topic, but your firm on it since it truly isn't a big deal. The small detail turns into him breaking down about wanting to be good for you, especially since his flaws chalk him down to being difficult to deal with. Your confused on why such a small thing would make him this upset, but to him it was more than that... He just wanted to be normal for you, not a Jujutsu sorcerer, not a fatherless guy with raging daddy issues, he just wanted to be good for you..

•Comfort goes both ways. If you're in the slightest bit of distress, he's not so quick to tell you to suck it up like he might his friends. Why would he? You're someone who stays with him because you love him, not tolerate, and believe me when I say he'd go lengths to make you feel better. But most of the time you both settle for laying down in one of your rooms and just talking or sleeping for a few hours. When it comes to him, it's almost the exact same thing. It's a routine you both do, with blankets and warm, comforting words or silly stories to ease or distract, and honestly that's enough for both of you.

(2) Noritoshi Kamo

•You guys I'm so normal about this man I swear

•Got made fun of when he first arrived at the sister school. He was awkward and quiet, and anytime he spoke he had that attitude to him that made you double take.

•has thought about cutting his hair multiple times just to try different styles. He tried when he was younger to make a Mohawk, and got majorly chewed out for it.

•Refuses to partake in the few times parents ever came up in conversation. He had grown more accustomed to the others, and became more open to them, but when it came to talking about family he shut down. Todo has tried to speak with him about it, but it just pissed Nori off and ended in him calling Todo nothing but a mindless hunk of meat. The two don't talk much anymore.

•He will be the first to call Miwa useless. He finds her skills pathetic in the real world and doesn't care for her 'theatrics'...

•When Mechamaru died, Noritoshi sat with the same Miwa he hated, called useless, and held her as she cried for hours. He stopped calling her useless, especially after her sacrifice during Shibuya. She became his closest friend in a small amount of time, and she was the first to openly know about his mother.

•A little more random, but I feel like Noritoshi would be the type to listen to She Wants Revenge and Sleep Token

---Romantics--~

•Has used his blood manipulation to form small items like a heart and such for his partner on multiple occasions, even if it hurts him a little in the long run.

•insists on teaching you how to use a bow like him. He gets a little pissy when you continuously get it wrong, but he's quick to realize it himself and correct it to a silly sassy attitude. He apologizes after, even if you didn't see anything of it.

•He dates to marry, especially with rules from his clan. If you come into his life, you'll be damn sure to not leave without a hell of a fight.

•with a female partner, he tries his best to help you with your period. He's been told blood manipulation can help, but he's a little clumsy with it since he wasn't exactly taught about woman's reproductive things. He treats you like royalty when your time comes, though. For his beloved to be hurting to the point she can't get out of bed? Treason would be his deciding fate if he could for what hurts you, but he settles for treating you rather than hating your reproductive organs. He gives you the essentials, chocolate, snacks, medicine, etc, but he doesn't stay with you much unless you need him there. He takes it as more time to train without being worryful if he gets too aggressive with you watching.

•He doesn't like you seeing him angry. He's naturally a calm man, but the few times he's gone overboard, he fears for what you think of him, fears that you might be scared of him..

•His music taste is interesting.. But one of his main love languages would definitely be you listening to his music choices if that was an option. It's actually acts of service, but he gets just as giddy whenever you listen to things with him. Whether it be while he's training you both listen with an earbud, or laying in bed and letting it play on the speakers while you both make out or do something to pass the time.

(3) Ino Takuma

•Nanami's death hit him hard. He didn't know right away, and had to be told by someone. I think that's what hurt worse, is that he wasn't there.. He couldn't help him, couldn't try to save him. He could have showed Nanmi his teaching worked, that he was a good teacher, but he wasn't there. He beats himself up for it a lot, but you best bet he got first grabs on Nanami's things. He wears his watch, used his weapon, he held onto those things like they were too fragile to be touched by another.

•when the situation happened with Toji, he quite literally cried like a baby when he got back, because first, ow, and second, he got beat so quickly, he feared Nanami would think even less of him.

•To be fair, I feel like he saw Nanami as the closest thing to a father figure he'd ever get. He has RAGING daddy issues, and it shows.

•Hasnt washed that mask/beanie in YEARS. Anytime someone steals it or tries to wear it, because he can even argue to give it back, they are shoving it against his chest, coughing like they just opened a century old book.

•Typical skater punk like dude. He has tried to act the part, but in reality if you made a fart joke he's loose his mind in laughter.

•Speaking of that, he has the WORST sense of humor. He unironically quotes Skibidi toilet things or some weird song he heard on tiktok that you can only deter to be the most brain rotting things ever. He's a fucking lunatic for things like that, and will laugh his ass off if he sees or hears it.

•Listens to music on a constant, no matter the condition (unless it's fighting, he doesn't want to loose his precious earbuds) but with training, walking on the streets, making food, anything, he's listening to music. His taste is actually pretty decent

---Romantics--~

(A little bit of NSFW since this man is of age)

•Hes CLINGY. If you go anywhere, he's very quick to follow. You walk into a room? Everyone knows Takuma will be a few steps behind. You're idly talking to someone? His arms are around your midsection with his chin on your shoulder. Walking the streets? He's beside you holding your hand or with an arm around your shoulder.

•Lends you any sweatshirt you want. He has too many, but you can't just get away with it that easily. He will request something back. You jokingly gave him a crop top back once, and he wore it around with style. You know that trend of girls giving their boyfriends makeup only to find out they look better than them? That was basically what Takuma was serving.

•I'm pretty sure we've all agreed Takuma would worship the grounds you walk on. He's deadly respectful, not just to you, but most anyone. Elderly, young, you name it. He will put you on a podium above the rest, he will carry you when your feet hurt, he'll open any door for you, he'll fix your heels for you, all of that. He'd let you step on him if it makes you feel good, as long as your happy, he's happy. However, it's gotten to the point you've had to tell him willingly letting someone do the things he says you can do isn't okay. When you get upset, he offers to be who you take it out on, and you've had to tell him over and over again that you would never lay a hand on him, and that letting people so that isn't okay. He doesn't understand it in all honesty, but he does understand your point when you ask what would happen if the roles were reversed.

•His clinginess is quick to turn into horniness. Let's say he's out talking with Nanami while you sit next to him. His hands on your thigh, and your getting tired of him and Nanami speaking, so you pull his hand to touch lower. He's quick to start stuttering and getting all flushed in the face. He grips exactly where your hand puts him, tightly holding as you jump and hold his arm. Tease for tease, and you best believe when you get home, he'll have a he'll of a fun time with you.

•His relationship with Nanami has gotten in the way of your relationship before. You've had to tell him multiple times that he can't just blow everything off immediately when Nanami asks something of him. He's had to cancel multiple important date nights or other events simply because Nanami wanted to talk or have dinner with him. It's taken a couple fights for the both of you to come to an agreement on how much is too much, but the last thing he wants is for you to think he doesn't want to be with you, or that he cares for one over the other.

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okay so this is kinda my first headcanon, super duper scary but I hope I delivered what you liked ♡♡

- mwah, your writer ♥︎

#fanfic #headcanon #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #noritoshi kamo #jjk noritoshi #ino takuma #jjk takuma #takuma x reader #noritoshi x reader #megumi x reader

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theobsessedcookiefan · 5 months ago

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Could I request Red Velvet Cookie relationship headcanons with an angelic female reader? Please and thank you.

Sure!!

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

.- Relationship Headcanons with an angelic Reader-.

「🍰」⧽- Meeting you was the biggest change in his life, before you he never believed in anything else that wasn't what Dark Enchantress told him, but after meeting you he felt other thing, a thing that wasn't rage or pain, happiness.

「🍰」⧽- Jealousy??? Haha why would you think- Yes. He's definitely the definition of jealousy.

「🍰」⧽- The cake arm is definitely something Red Velvet thought you wouldn't like about him, just look at it! It's too big and scary! But nope, it's just the perfect size for it to carry you effortlessly.

「🍰」⧽- You two are polar opposites but you know what everyone says about it, and you two actually look great together, you bring the light he needs and he makes sure you're not too kind to cookies who doesn't deserve it (even if he thinks nobody deserves your kindness).

「🍰」⧽- You obviously met the other members of the CoD, being evil it's not exactly a thing you enjoy but you still support him, he's your boyfriend after all!

「🍰」⧽- Meeting Dark Enchantress was something that made you nervous as heck, her presence was so intimidating that if looks could kill you would've been dead an hour ago, knowing that she's technically Red Velvet's mom made it way more awkward than it should've been.

「🍰」⧽- Chiffon is literally your baby now, you love to take care of the small cake hound and he actually seems to like you back! You even made him some cute outfits and sensed a picture and a letter to Red Velvet saying that you and the baby were waiting for him. So congrats, you're a dad now Red Velvet!!

「🍰」⧽- He's actually quite romantic, even when he fails to do it in a normal way, in your eyes he's the most perfect cookie to ever exist. Dates and gifts are a recurrent thing when he has free time, he's not a PDA fan though- he doesn't want to be seen as vulnerable and taking the risk that you end up hurt because of his job.

「🍰」⧽- And in that scenario, if he finds out someone hurt you then that poor soul will have to deal with the Cakeberus and an army of monsters being on their door the next day.

「🍰」⧽- In Halloween you two definitely switch outfits and believe it or not Red Velvet looks amazing with wings and a halo.

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#cookie run #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #crk #red velvet cookie #red velvet x reader

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wellcollapse · 10 months ago

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one of my favorite underrated bobby nash moments is the scene in 1x06 where he's talking about how he's loved valentine's day since he was eight years old and now i'm just thinking about a tiny bobby nash painstakingly cutting out little paper hearts to decorate and helping his mom bake red velvet cookies to give to his brother and his dad and handing out chocolates to all of the kids in his class and picking flowers from his front yard and tying them up with a ribbon to give to the pretty girl that sits next to him and showing up year after year with the same innocent excitement and i'm melting

#he was probably the sweetest kid of all time methinks #rae.txt #bobby nash #911

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quibbs126 · 7 months ago

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So I was doing a bit more sketching of stylized Cookies, though to be honest, the only ones from today and not my original run are Werewolf and Smoked Cheese

I’m having trouble coming up with eyes right now, as well as just figuring out who I want to draw. Also heads. And how much I want to take creative liberties

Okay so actually I’m kind of struggling with all of it, but I still want to do it! I just need to figure out how

I stopped because I didn’t like how these ones were turning out, but to be honest, those old ones are perfectly fine, aside from maybe Financier, but I think I also drew her like, super early in the morning. Or at some other time, as the comment suggests, I don’t really know

I remember a couple of the concepts, like that Pomegranate doesn’t have a mouth. She does still speak and such, she just doesn’t have a visible mouth. Then with Knight, it’s supposed to be that he looks semi-intimidating with his helmet on, but without he looks pretty normal

Also I decided later that Fire Spirit’s head is just floating around, no neck

I feel like I made Werewolf look a bit silly, but I also kind of like how he looks. I might need to expand on him more

I also drew him and Dark Choco kissing just because darkwolf was on my mind. I remembered that I had previously drawn Dark Choco and Red Velvet kissing, so let’s just say polycule or something between them. Or not, since I still don’t have a definitive answer as to who I like to ship Dark Choco with

This is why I keep trying to make OCs to ship Dark Choco with, because I want him to be with someone, but I also don’t know who. But then the OCs never get fully designed because of some curse or other, or I end up putting them with a different character, so I keep trying again and again

I know ace Dark Choco can be a thing, and I mean canon wise, I can kind of see it (and also for his dad), but at the same time, I would be very happy if he got a canon love interest and just someone to love him, so I still want to ship him with someone, I just can’t decide who!

*ahem* sorry about that tangent, it’s just been on my mind. I have recently become interested in shipping him with Avocado, but I also would like them as just friends or QPR as well, so I don’t know if that’ll stick. Might make a fankid at least though

But yeah, uh, just Smoked Cheese left I guess. Originally I was going to draw Avocado but couldn’t figure out her eyes, and then it was Elder Faerie but same problem, so now it’s Smoked Cheese. But I really don’t know if he turned out well, he might need a new design too

I think I just need a list of characters I want to stylize, so I don’t just try to stylize random characters and end up making things harder for myself

Anyways yeah, I guess that’s it. Hope you like it and sorry for that shipping tangent

#cookie run #financier cookie #pomegranate cookie #dark choco cookie #red velvet cookie #white lily cookie #fire spirit cookie #knight cookie #werewolf cookie #smoked cheese cookie #my art #stylized cookies

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bunkieprime · 4 months ago

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Ancient Night AU

All of the Ancients fall into the Ultimate dough but they manage to escape but their soul jams leave behind traces of the ancients that get baked into Dark Enchantress.

Red Velvet is adopted by White Lily and Pure Vanilla and he only has one arm but he’s happy with his new mom and dad.

After Dark Enchantress is sealed away, Pure Vanilla is put into a coma from the explosion and his friends are devastated. They place him in a special coffin with locks that can only be opened by the soul jams. When they leave, as a last cruel joke, Dark Enchantress seals off the Vanilla kingdom, preventing anyone from entering it to see if Pure Vanilla is alive.

Dark Cacao begins to worry that dark forces will use his son and unleash Dark Enchantress back into the world. He sends out search parties to find his son and destroy the Strawberry Jam Sword.

Hollyberry’s appoints Pitaya Dragon as her kingdom’s guardian after Tiger Lily goes missing, often heading out to see is she can find her but never finding anything which leaves her feeling defeated

Golden Cheese’s kingdom isn’t destroyed but she did lose almost all of her people (not by death, they all evacuated but they were displaced) except for Burnt Cheese, Smoked Cheese, Mozzarella and Fettuccine.

White Lily takes refuge in Beast Yeast with Elder Faerie and Red Velvet follows her. However, Pomegranate brainwashes RV and makes him bake the Cake army (yes he gets his cake arm in the process)

Years pass and GingerBrave and his friends come into play. Dark Enchantress creates an illusion of Pure Vanilla Cookie and she ends up using that to make GingerBrave and Friends release her. Upon her release, she cackles and says that Pure Vanilla is most likely dead by now as no one can access his castle which horrifies GingerBrave and Co.

Right after this, Dark Cacao emerges and he is upset that four kids and a young adult were tricked into freeing DE. He introduces himself as Cacao Cookie and he joins their party, saying that he’s searching for his son Dark Choco Cookie. They find Dark Choco and Cacao freaking tackle hugs him, making him drop the Strawberry Jam Sword and freeing Choco’s mind. Cacao apologizes again and again for being a terrible father because he was too focused on keeping Choco safe. Choco and Cacao are crying messes by the end of it and Cacao is like “fuck it, you’re staying by my side because I want to mend our relationship.”

Red Velvet and Pastry’s altercation happens and RV is snapped out of his Brain washed state and he is PISSED. He has the Cake Army attack Pomegranate and Pastry starts helping him attack Pomegranate. After Pomegranate flees, RV has a long cry because he is deeply upset about what he was forced to do. Pastry comforts him and they secretly start dating

The first Kingdom the Squad visits is the Hollyberry Kingdom. Hollyberry’s been away for a while (hunting down her missing granddaughter) and Pitaya Dragons been acting weird. Cacao witnesses Shady Noble putting something in Pitaya’s Berry juice and Pitaya looks like they’re trying to resist something before they attack. Hollyberry arrives, unfortunately she has to beat the snot out of Pitaya and after they’re freed from the mind control, Pitaya points out the Shady Noble (who gets Tackled by Cacao because he tried to run) and the Shady Noble is arrested. Pitaya apologizes for anything they did while the mind control was active and they go to get some rest. Hollyberry and Cacao share a kiss and Hollyberry puts a ring on Cacao’s finger, basically saying that She’s gonna marry Cacao once DE is defeated for good

The Cacao Kingdom is next and Cacao is PISSED that Affogato userped his throne, banished his best watcher (Carrow), almost starved multiple villages (thank god for Hollyberry bringing 10 army’s worth of food) as well as bragging about being the reason Choco went after the sword because he was mad that Caramel Arrow was Dating Choco. Cacao confronts them and Pomegranate casts a spell on him, making him go berserk but this time he brutally attacks the CoD, sending them running before he calms down.

The next thing that happens is the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Let’s just say it goes 10 times smoother because Golden Cheese didn’t digitize everything. Smoked Cheese also doesn’t try to steal the soul jam but instead he gives it to Golden Cheese as she was using it as a power source. Burnt Cheese is expressing slight annoyance as he has no idea where the rest of the Golden Cheese Kingdom citizens went but Golden Cheese says that she has her little family and that they’re her greatest treasure.

The last kingdom to come into play is the Silver Kingdom (White Lily brings the Silver Kingdom with her when she returns to Crispia). Cacao and Elder Faerie get along right away and Choco points out how similar they look.

Finally we get to the Creme Republic. The meeting takes place in the Cookie Kingdom and Clotted Cream explains that there might be a way to break the barrier over the Vanilla Kingdom. The Ancients are intrigued when Elder Faerie chimes in and he mentions the Beasts. The ancients are a bit shocked except for White Lily who’s been putting up with Shadow Milk shenanigans for a while now. However, the Beasts have no interest to reclaim their Soul Jams because they realize that their successors are better off with them. Clotted Cream invites the Ancients and their friends/families to the Creme Republic so that they can figure out a way to get to Beast Yeast because White Lily was carried by Elder Faerie back to Crispia. The soul jam shenanigans happen but at the same time, something else is going down

Caviar mentions to The Ancients and GingerBrave that he has a crewmate named Pearl Cookie who is on the reserved side. Cacao asks why she’s so reserved and Caviar says that he doesn’t know why she’s like this. Suddenly they hear a voice that is a pure as a harp but contaminated by sadness. It’s Pearl Cookie. However a voice responds to her and she becomes confused. Gingerbrave, Wildberry, Crunchy Chip and Clotted Cream ask if they can accompany Pearl Cookie to find the voice

#cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #dark cacao cookie #hollyberry cookie #white lily cookie #golden cheese cookie #dark enchantress cookie #gingerbrave #pitaya dragon cookie #dark choco cookie

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poetlcver · 1 year ago

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You are in love | Harry Potter

Harry Potter x fem!reader

Summary: In which Harry gives a present to his best friend (y/n) for her birthday, but they are both completely in love with each other but are too stupid to realize it.

All the marauders are alive and (y/n) is wolfstar's daughter, it's a bit inspired by tsitp because I'm obsessed.

Warnings: none I think, but if you see one feel free to let me know<3.

For as long as they can remember y/n and Harry organize a little picnic on the beach near the Lupin-Black house to inaugurate each other's birthday, and on y/n's 15th birthday is not the exception, as they watch the sun rise, Harry's watches y/n and notices that she has the most beautiful smile he has ever seen in his life and then decides it's time to give her, her birthday present.

"y/n" says Harry sweetly

"yes harry?"

"I got you something, when I saw it I thought of you" Harry pulls a small velvet box out of his pocket and hands it to her with a nervous smile on his lips.

Harry watches anxiously as she slowly opens the box and stares at the necklace with a smile that could light up a whole city.

"It's beautiful, thank you so much Harry."

"Remember when you taught me the meaning of infinity after you read it in one of Uncle Moony's muggle books?, the first thing I thought you were the smartest person in the world."

"Was?"

"You're still smart you idiot" Harry says as he tousles her hair playfully and grins stupidly when she giggles at his action.

"Do you want me to put the necklace on you?"

"Yes, please."

Harry takes the necklace in his hands and walks over to her as he holds his breath and tries not to let his hands shake as he fastens the necklace, he pulls back a little to look her in the eyes

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, I like you.... the necklace, I like the necklace!" the color of her cheeks turn red and she averts her gaze from Harry's blue eyes and says quickly.

"Don't you think we should go?, my dad must have baked my favorite cookies by now" She gets up hurriedly without waiting for an answer from Harry.

Harry watches her leave and suddenly knows, he is in love with y/n, his best friend.

This is my first time writing and English is not my first language so sorry if this isn't very good.

#harry james potter x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter/reader fluff #fem reader #wolfstar #Spotify

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gardenofyvess · 2 years ago

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save a horse | j. miller preview

and all the ladies say,

“save a horse, ride a cowboy!”

cowboy!joel x black coded!southern!reader (anybody can still read, only hairstyles are specified)

warnings: js sweet ole girl dad joel, small bits of flirting, tommy’s a flirt and joel doesn’t like it, and joel is a lil awkward but we love him!!!

wc? 1.5k (this a preview y’all!)

if any lingo is wrong you’re fuckin lying because i’m a texan born and bred RAGHHHH 🦅🇺🇸

moving to austin from dallas with your dead best friend’s daughter wasn’t on your 2002 bingo card. ellie was precious to you for a number of reasons, her fiery attitude and brown eyes that reminded you of your best friend. it all hurt you, but this little girl came first. her safety came first.

“ellie! babe, c’mon now, you gotta at least unpack your room.” the teen looked up at you over the book that was barely propped up on her chest. ellie scrunched her face at you, “i am aunty, just give me a second. the house isn’t goin’ anywhere, i’ll be just fine.” you sighed heavily, leaning on the archway of her door. ellie’s been pretty normal, but you don’t think it’s normal for her to be normal.

she’s lost her mother, you cried for days after losing yours. you remember that feeling of emptiness; not being able to believe the woman who gave birth to you was gone. you purse your lips instead, sighing in a more gentle manner before moving closer to ellie. “c’mon, up! let’s go. we’re baking and meeting our neighbors.” ellie groaned but let you take her hands, whining when you pulled her all the way up out of the bed.

“promise not to run from me and i’ll make you the red velvet brownies you like.” you squished her cheeks in your hands while grinning from ear to ear. you knew your niece couldn’t resist them, even if she was mad at you for making her assist. ellie whined in your grip, squirming around to get your hands away from her cheeks. “fine! fine! oh my god those stupid nails hurt, aunty. jesus fuck.”

her response is a hit to the back of her head, “ow.” you snort as you make your way out of the room, tying your soft locs up into a ponytail. “then watch your mouth, sugar. hurry on downstairs when you’re done. i already started the oven.” did you lie about beginning to bake to get ellie to come out of the hole that was her bare room? yes. and you are very proud that it worked.

you’re barely tying your apron back around your waist when ellie’s loud stomps come down the stairs of your new house. she fakes a frown before smiling at the aroma of chocolate and strawberries, hints of vanilla stretching across the entire first floor. you pretend not to see the scene that unfolded in front of you, instead turning to your buttercream frosting that you were mixing. “ellie baby, can you get the pie shells out for me? poke holes in the bottom with the fork then sit them in the oven for a bit. you know the drill, sweet pea.” she hums in response, yanking her little apron off of it’s hook and tying it around her body.

ellie’s practically sliding around the kitchen in her black and red polka dot socks, having the time of her life racing no one in the space of the kitchen. you laugh at her antics, gesturing for her to come over to you, “come ‘nd taste the frosting, let me know if it’s too sweet or no.” she practically scrambles to you, taking the spoon from your hand. “umm, ‘s alright. it needs more vanilla and a little more powdered sugar.”

“ugh, my little baking champion thank you so much!” you kiss the side of her head and get back to work, letting her get back to her own job that you’d provided her with. she laughed softly at your comment before she went back to her previous job of poking holes in your pie crusts. it’s not long before you’re pulling brownies and cookies out of your oven, letting them cook before icing the cookies with such carefulness that it makes ellie laugh.

you allow ellie to scoop the apple pie mixture into the pie shells before she settles them back in after placing the lattice on top of all three pies you’d made. you wait around another hour to let the pies settle and pack everything up, letting ellie hold the cookies whilst you grab one of the pies. “ellie do i look okay?” you mumble to her, turning slightly in front of the mirror on the wall near your front door. she snorts, covering it up with a cough. “you look fine aunty. what? you wanna date the neighbors?”

“absolutely n- ellie!” your face heats but you don’t say much else, instead opening the door for your niece since her hands were more full than yours. you do look fine though. your little sundress you wore for the drive down here from dallas was a soft blue with light pink flowers patterned on it along with complimentary white sandals. it complimented your skin well, enhancing the glow of it against the sun. your soft locs were still in a ponytail from your baking, and you’d had your lashes done shortly before you moved. you were particularly satisfied with the lip combo you’d mustered up before you left; a pretty brown liner with a pink filler. perfect.

ellie sets the cookies down on the floor in the bottom of your backseat, and you follow suit by sitting the pie on top of the containers. the both of you climb into the car once you’re positive everything is in order and won’t fall over or anything of the sort. the drive to the next set of land isn’t far, maybe 5 minutes, and you get a chance to truly take in the beauty of the countryside in austin.

when you pull up, you notice that your neighbors seem to be leaving the house just as you drive up. there’s two older men and a little girl, and you can only assume she’s one of the men’s daughter. your eyes trail over the taller one, though. he’s buffer than the shorter one and has a full beard. your ‘thing’ for beards was really tempting you with this one. he was clearly older than you as if that helped your attraction, but you purse your lips and relax your shoulders. no need to be weird in front of the new neighbors already.

you park quickly, biting down on your lip to hold any final nervous remarks your niece could possibly make fun of you for. ellie grabs the pie since she’s already on the side, setting it on top of the car and grabbing the cookies. you hum a soft ‘thank you’ to her before grabbing the pie and making your way towards your neighbors.

“excuse me?” your voice is saccharine to joel’s ears, and he damn near gets whiplash trying to turn to see who’s voice he’s hearing. “are you the millers?” you follow up despite a lack of response from the older man. you smile sweetly and gesture for ellie to come towards you. joel nods dumbly, swallowing hard before stepping forward to greet you. the girl that you mentioned earlier, who looked a little older than ellie, giggled at her dad (uncle?), and skipped her way next to him.

“i- uhm- we- damn.” joel stuttered terribly, rubbing a hand over his face before sighing heavily. sarah giggles before speaking up for her stunned father. “hi!! i’m sarah miller, this is my dad joel and my uncle tommy.” she smiled brightly at the two of you, curls bouncing as she spoke. tommy nodded from next to sarah, sticking his hand out for you to shake. “hi, darlin’! i’m tommy, nice to see a new pretty face ‘round here.” you feel your smile widen a bit, flattered by the younger miller’s words. you reach your hand out to meet his, but tommy turns it in his hand and presses a kiss to the back of yours.

joel’s stare practically burns through the two of you.

“cute.” is all you say, gently taking your hand back to pull ellie towards you. “i’m (name) (last name) and this is my niece ellie williams. we just moved into the house a few minutes down the road and wanted to properly greet everyone. i come bearing gifts, of course, but i can put ‘em back until you guys come back if i have to?” joel shakes his head, smiling at the thought you’d clearly put into the baked goods. “no, that’s fine sugar. we were jus’ goin’ to get some groceries.” his hand brushes yours briefly as he takes the pie, and you feel electricity shoot up your spine. oh you want him.

“me ‘n ellie can go ahead and head out and let you three get to it. we’re sorry to interrupt, but i hope we could come back over some time just to hang out or for anything else.” joel’s eyebrows shoot up at the end of your question but if he caught onto anything he didn’t say much. “’course. thank you again for the cookies ‘n pie. real sweet of you to make ‘em, sugar.” you bite down on your lip to hide the smile threatening to appear on your lips. ellie laughs beside you, tugging on your arm after she’s handed off the cookies. you glance back up at him briefly before nodding your head towards the car, sending your niece towards it.

“no problem, cowboy.”

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller smut #pre outbreak!joel #joel x reader #joel miller x black!reader #joel miller x y/n #joel the last of us #the last of us fanfiction

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influenzalake · 10 months ago

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You can Bake!? - Jon Kent x Reader

Reader loves to bake, Jon loves to eat! (And he loves her!!) a match made in heaven. now if only reader would see that too!

femelle reader / she her used / TW: topic of food / 1300 words

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Sigh, there she is again. Walking up the steps to his house with something that smells AMAZING in her hands. He can hear her footsteps, but dares not to spoil the surprise. What can it be this time? Chocolate? Red Velvet? Cake or cookies? Only one way to find out. The anticipation is killing him as Y/N hasn't even rang the doorbell yet. He tries not to act too excited, but the minute her finger pushes the button, Jon is (literally) flying down the staircase. He opens the door before the ring tone can finish (oops) and welcomes in his best friend ever. Who looks perfect, as ever. Okay maybe he has feelings beyond just friendship, okay maybe definitely. Jon tries to play it cool, just a coincidence that he was walking past the door the moment Y/N pressed the bell. Smooth Jon, Smooth. Jon? Jon?

He snaps out of his inner dialogue to see Y/N staring back up at him.

"Uhm.. may I come in?"

Dang it! She was just standing there waiting for me this whole time! Jon you big oaf! C'mon man we gotta do better if-

"Of course sweetie, come on in.", his mom says. "Jon honey move over-" and lightly pushes him to the side to invite his longtime friend and obvious crush in the house.

Jonathan is barely recovering from his first daydream daze, but goes along with whatever his mom said. Lois Lane to the rescue, again.

She gives him one more push to follow after Y/N, but not without a quick "Look alive Loverboy!", as she goes to the family room to retrieve Clark.

He finds Y/N in the kitchen setting down her latest creation. She unwraps the foil and looks around for

"Ooh what is it this time Y/N? It smells so good!"

Y/N pipes up with joy, "Blueberry Lemon Cakes! They're one of my newest recipes I was trying out. I didn't know if I wanted to add some extra vanilla or-"

And there she goes. Jon has no idea what she's talking about but wow keep going Y/N. With her sweet voice, shining appearance, and even sweeter smells Jon is in sensory overload. A big rumble snaps him out. Wait, was that him?

"Oh my goodness you must be hungry! And here I am just rambling off let me get the spatula- OH I forgot! Shoot, I'll be right back"

"wait, no. don't go." he wants to say, but the words don't come out. His eyes chase her figure and she hurries out of the house.

Meanwhile his parents walk in with knowing expressions, well- his dad has his eyes completely locked on the cakes but equally knowing nonetheless.

Not a word is said, but the message is clear. Mama Kent and Papa Kent have some work to do. Looks like Clark has a phone call to make.

"Here I am!", Y/N reenters with her special baking spatula passed down from generation.

"Now let's get this party started!"

Y/N carefully cuts the cakes into delectable bites and passes them out. She waits expecting full reviews and criticisms, knowing she can get the best out of a family of star studded journalists and hearty Kryptonians. Y/N loves sharing her baked goods and with the quality of her baking, the Kents have granted her an all access permanent pass. Y/N is incredibly skilled in her craft and has built a long term loyal tasting panel. She even brings treats for Krypto! All safe and homemade of course. The Kents adore Y/N, but one Kent in particular has feelings that are more than just platonic.

Jonathan Kent has it bad, but she has it all! With her beauty, kindness, her skills, her love to share, and she is invested in her hobbies! Jon wants to be open with his feelings, but doesn't want to lose or mess up what they have. What if she never comes over to visit again! He wouldn't just miss out on her awesome baking, but one of his best friends. He has other friends of course, but this isn't like Damian, Dick, or his brother Conner. He cares for Y/N in a totally different way.

He loves the way she laughs when she beats him at video games, he loves the way she can talk for hours about anything she likes, he loves when he invites her for a day at the park with Krypto. She's always so good with him! Yet, now she's gone. The gift has been passed out and Y/N went back home. Jon feels a bittersweet taste not in his mouth, but in his heart.

This happens every time. Every time Y/N comes, she has to go.

This is how Jon found out his feelings were more than the usual. He doesn't just love her for her qualities or how she gives him food or whatever. He just loves... HER. He is always thinking about her. Here or not. Planned or unplanned he wants to see her and be with her.

Clark comes back to the family room after washing dishes to find his son, looking outside, moping in the same spot he was in as Y/N's car pulled out of the driveway.

Yeah, it's time to make a phone call.

* * *

About 2 weeks later, Y/N gets a text on her phone.

"Hi Y/N, this is Clark. Kansas City is playing this Friday and we're going to have a get together, would you like to join?"

"Sounds fun! I'll be there :)"

Friday comes around and the house is full of hustle and bustle! Ma Kent and Pa Kent are here, and Conner brought Krypto! (Good thing you brought some dog cookies!)

This time, you brought your tried and true recipe. Orange White Chocolate Chip cookies. Made with real oranges!

You greet everyone and settle in. You start a nice chat with Ma and Pa about your recent academics and Conner asks how work is going. Krypto gives you kisses and sits down between Lois and Clark.

During halftime, Clark speaks up,

"Jonno, why don't you get the dessert from the kitchen?"

"Okay, dad."

When Jon comes back, you are not prepared for what you see and smell.

A full platter of intricately designed peanut butter cookies.

Your surprise only doubles when the platter is set down and consumed rapidly, and Conner goes

"Wow Jon, these are good! Great job!"

and his family "MMmM"s in agreement with faces full of cookies.

You are taken back by this! JON CAN BAKE? AND HE DIDNT TELL YOU!? You feel taken back and betrayed! Oh the humanity and kryptonian! How could he hide this from you? Why did he his this from you??

You turn to Jon with a multitude of questions when you see his face as confused as you are, but he's probably just daydreaming again.

"Jon, you made these???", you ask

You can only hear the TV and Krypto panting before Conner elbows Jon,

"uh Yeah! Yes. Yes I did."

Cardinal sin of the Kent family, to lie- but Clark feels like this falsehood can be forgiven. He asked Ma, Pa, and Conner to come over and they're all in on it. Ma actually baked the cookies, but now Jon has something to bond with Y/N over. No more looking out through the window! His son has a chance to get closer to the girl he loves, he'd better not lose it!

"Jon, they're delicious! You have to give me the recipe. Or maybe we can bake together some time!"

...

Another elbow from Conner later,

"Yes! Yeah Yes I'd love to"

"Cool, we can be baking buddies!"

And all the Kents feel like they just hit a touchdown.

As the game plays on and the Y/N keep munching, Jon can't help the stupid smile plastered on his face.

His heart is fluttering, but thankfully only his brother and father can hear it.

#Jon kent #superman #fanfiction #x reader #baking #imagines

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queen-rainy-love · 9 months ago

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I'm so excited to write this! And I'm sure some of y'all are excited to read this!

This takes place after Strawberry Shortcake joins the family.

*The story is set in the RedPastry household where Red Velvet is cleaning up the kitchen with Pond Dino napping in a back sling.*

Red Velvet: Alright. Just this spot and then we're done. *Looks back at Pond Dino* Yeah, a nap sounds good.

Capsaicin: *pops his head in* Hey dad?

Red Velvet: Yeah Cap? What's up?

Capsaicin: There's this Cookie who is asking for you and is...kinda...holding mom hostage until you do.

Red Velvet: ...What does this Cookie look like?

Capsaicin: Short, has back hair with yellow streaks, and is holding a staff with a thundercloud at the end.

Red Velvet: ...Ah...it's time.

*Red Velvet walked out of the kitchen and grabbed his sword before exiting the house. Capsaicin follows him and both are greeted with a scene of Pastry, Strawberry Shortcake, and a short Cookie having a standoff.*

???: My, my. Not easily scared, are you?

Pastry: Not really. I just want to know why you want to see Red Velvet.

Strawberry Shortcake: Yeah! How do you know him?!

Red Velvet: I can answer that.

*Pastry, Strawberry Shortcake, and the short Cookie turn around to see Red Velvet and Capsaicin standing there. Strawberry Shortcake rushed over to him, hugging his leg.*

Pastry: Velvet-

???: There you are! I was hoping you didn't forget about our bi-yearly fight!

Red Velvet: I didn't, Stormbringer. But did you have to do this in front of my house, fiancée, and children?

*Stormbringer paused and looked between Pastry and the children. She blinked before smiling at Red Velvet.*

Stormbringer: What wonderful news! You need to tell me more about this after our fight.

Red Velvet: Yeah, yeah. *Gives Strawberry Shortcake to Capsaicin before walking up to Stormbringer with his sword in hand.* But let's move back a bit. I don't want you to zap our house.

Capsaicin: Pops! Pond Dino is still on your back!

Red Velvet: They're fine. They're just taking a nap.

Pastry: Velvet!! Don't have our baby napping on your back while fighting!

Red Velvet: *looks at his back where Pond Dino was still napping.* Ah crap...

Stormbringer: Your baby will be fine. General Red Velvet Cookie knows how to protect the young. So, *raises her staff* let's do this.

*Without another word, Stormbringer charged at Red Velvet. He was barely able to block her attack before kicking her off of him. He then charged at her, swinging his sword. While they were fighting, Capsaicin, Pastry, and Strawberry Shortcake just watched them fight.*

Capsaicin: Hey mom-

Pastry: I don't exactly know what's going on.

Capsaicin: Ah. Okay. *Silence* Should I prep some drinks and snacks? They sound like they gonna talk afterwards.

Pastry: Yeah...and make sure it's not too spicy. We don't know what her spice tolerance is.

Capsaicin: Okay. C'mon Shortcake.

Strawberry Shortcake: But I wanna see dad beat this Cookie up!

*Thirty minutes later, Red Velvet and Stormbringer sat in the dining room with snacks and drinks in front of them. Pond Dino is still napping in Red Velvet's arms.*

Stormbringer: Now tell me, my Cake Warrior. Where did you find these children? And how did you get a lovely Cookie like her to be your soon-to-be bride?

Red Velvet: Haha...To answer the first question. After a couple of fights, the first resulting in an arrow in my shoulder, we became friends. Then I started falling in love with her.

Stormbringer: You always did love those who could beat your butt. And those children?

Red Velvet: She mostly adopted them...and they grew on me within minutes. *Pond Dino yawns a bit before going back to sleep.*

Stormbringer: I can tell. You've been keeping that little one napping the whole time I've been here. That is quite the feat.

*Red Velvet smiles before taking a sip from his drink. Stormbringer pondered a bit before Red Velvet spoke up.*

Red Velvet: Why are you here?

Stormbringer: Hmm?

Red Velvet: You usually send one of your partners-

Stormbringer: One of the Deities-

Red Velvet: -don't lie. They're your consorts. You usually send one of them to get me. And within the three years we've known each other, you only come down when something is going on. So what is it?

Stormbringer: *sighs* As you know, I see everything the sky touches and I know about the Beasts. They will not be easy to defeat and your mortal body might not survive this war. I don't think I can handle to see that. So I have an offer for you. I can protect you from the Beasts if you come with me to the Heavens.

Red Velvet: What?

Stormbringer: You'll be save and I can even make sure your parents and siblings are safe from the Beasts as-

Red Velvet: Will you protect Pastry and our kids?

Stormbringer: Huh?

Red Velvet: Will you protect them? I will not live with myself if anything happens to them. So it's a package deal. Protect them as well or not?

Stormbringer: ...

Red Velvet: And even then, I will not run away from this fight. As tempting as living in the Heavens sounds, I'm staying by my family's side to stop the Beasts from destorying everything worth living on the world. *gently hugs Pond Dino.*

Stormbringer: ...Very well. I and the Deities will fight by your side. And if you have any requests for me, don't ever hesitate to ask.

Red Velvet: ...Actually I have one.

*Red Velvet whispers something in Stormbringer's ear. Meanwhile, Pastry is standing around the corner. She smiled as she slightly twists her engagment ring.*

#cookie run kingdom #crk headcanons #red velvet cookie #stormbringer cookie #pastry cookie #capsaicin cookie #strawberry shortcake cookie #pond dino cookie #redpastry

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baby-alien11 · 1 year ago

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A Nonsense Christmas (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

Merry christmas and happy new year 🎄🎄

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo @itsaaliyah2

Christmas were always one of your favorite festivities along with Halloween, helping to decorate the house, buying gifts for family and friends, hearing christmas songs (this year fruitcake by Sabrina Carpenter was your obsession), baking your traditional red velvet, peppermint, gingerbread and sugar cookies that you started to make during the quarantine, watching christmas movies and opening advent calendars

And since the last christmas you spent it with Jack, Anna and their family in Virginia, this year the two families will be spending the holidays together, and after having your fyp of Tik Tok full of the Scream'd Musical Parody, you and Jack decided to recreate the 'everybody' part, and because both of you knew that the second the music start, you would start laughing and it will be a complete mess

That's why after an early trainning, Josh and Hayley let you film it in their house so the surprise wasn't ruined

"Can I ask again from where did you got the idea?", Josh asked after finishing breakfast

"There's a Scream musical parody that a theater group was doing in Las Vegas and it went so viral on Tik Tok because it's amazing and hilarious", you started to explain while having Rogue in your lap who was entertained tracing your tattoo snake with her little fingers, "So, I started to play it on the living room TV just to mess with dad, and because I enjoy the performance"

"And then we started to joke about performing it for our families, until it wasn't a joke anymore", Jack continued between bites of the peppermint cookies you brought for the family of three, "We started to learn the entire number based on the Tik Tok videos and the audios in there, but we decided to send them an email to ask for permition to recreate it"

"They accepted and even sent us an audio without the audience noises", you continued, "So, at first we were planning on doing it live during the christmas dinner but let's be honest, we're going to lose the concentration and start laughing, so we decided to film it and present it after the dinner"

"Instead of doing a christmas card or a JC Penney photoshoot, we're doing this"

"With full production, costumes, fake blood, fake knife and gun"

"And you want to use our kitchen to film it?", Hayley asked

"Yes, please", you nodded, "Or any space that you want, we promise to don't do a mess"

"We would do it in any of our houses but there's always people in there and this surprise needs to be perfect"

"We also talked about going to the original house, but is a seven hour trip, and we would raise suspision"

"Guys, you can film the musical number in here, we have no problem", Josh nodded, "But, can we saw the video first?"

Nodding, Jack took his phone to show them the performance while you turned to talk with Rogue who now was engrossed with your bracelets

"Hey, Rogue", you called her softly causing her to look at you with a smile, "I'm going to make you a swiftie, you're going to love Taylor, I promise"

"What era she'll be?", Jack asked taking one of her hands

"She seems like a Fearless with a bit of 1989"

"She'll need friendship bracelets of that eras"

"And merch, that will be her christmas gift"

"This is hilarious", Hayley laughed after the video ended, "And it's going to be a fun christmas video"

"Just leave it all in order after filming, and don't break anything", Josh instructed

Happy because everything was doing as planned, you and Jack smiled mischievously to each other

When the 24th arrived, the house since early in the morning was busy with the preparations for the dinner that night, especially with everyone in the kitchen doing different dishes

"Tornado, how much time until your cookies are ready?", Skeet asked prepearing the turkey, "We need to start pre-heating the oven for the turkey"

"A minute or two", you responded checking the oven

"It doesn't make sense that you made like thousands of cookies since the start of december and now you are making more", Jakob commented mixing the cream for the cranberry salad

"It's because those were to gift or give to community centers", you responded puting your gloves to get the cookies out of the oven

With the help of Jack and Megan, the three of you got the trays of cookies out of the oven to leave them in the dinning table so they can cool off

"The cats are trying to eat the dinner again", Anna warned trying to make Tatum, Butters and Ivy go away from the kitchen

"Okay, time to put the christmas sweaters on them", Naiia sighed cleaning her hands with a cloth

"I'll continue with the mash potatoes", Stutz said taking her place in front of the cooking pot

"Sweet baby Tatum", you sang taking the orange cat in your arms, "Time to put you in christmas spirit"

Going to the Petco christmas gift package they sent a few days ago, that still was in the living room, you grabbed the reindeer sweater to put it on Tatum, while Jack grabbed the santa suit for Butters and Naiia got the plaid dress for Ivy

"I'm sorry, but it can't be that possible that an orange cat can be that calm while putting clothes on", Jakob said noticing Tatum was calm

"I can't believe the beef you got with my cat, and her color is strawberry blonde", you exclaimed adjusting the sweater, "It's christmas eve, let it go"

"It's not my fault that your sweet angel baby Tatum hates me", Jakob claimed, "She scratches me everytime she sees me"

"This time she hasn't though", Megan pointed

"Thank you Megan", you said, "You're the best"

Interrupting what was going to be a small disscussion, the front door opened, revealing Georgina with her suitcase and travel bag

"Hello family", Georgina greeted, "Sorry I'm late, the airport is pure chaos, and getting a cab or Uber is worse"

"Mom!", you and your siblings exclaimed while running to hug her

"Hi, babies", Georgina smiled returning the hug, "By the way, there's a package at the door"

"That's weird", Skeet frowned, "We didn't have anything to be delievered today"

"It says Prada on the box", Georgina pointed

"Tornado, that's for you", Naiia said helping with the suitcase

Getting through the front door, you saw a big box next to the door that had the Prada logo and a 'fragile' precaution along with your name and direction

"Babe, can you please help me?", you called Jack

"Coming!", Jack responded running from the living door to where you were, "This is huge"

"I know", you laughed, "I'm curious about what's inside"

Carrying the box between the two of you and dodging everyone in the house, you carefully left the box in the floor to open the card box revealing another white box which was left on the center table

"You know what, I'm going to open it first and do the video later", you concluded opening the box revealing four spheres

"Those are gorgeous", Naiia commented sitting next to you, "There's a note"

Grabbing the envelope which was on the lift of the box, you opened it to see a handwritten note

"Y/N, happy to share with you the Prada Holiday gifts and the magic of the holiday season through the fantasy of an imposible voyage, a journey in your own sphere", you read out loud so everyone can hear, "Well, we got the spheres for next year"

Leaving the note aside, you opened the another part to see two drawers, in which the first were some skincare products and a red patent leather mini-pouch, and in the other there was a red Prada Galleria patent leather mini bag

"I wouldn't be surprised if you become an ambassador for them next year, angel", Anna commented sitting next to you watching the spheres, "Or for any brand that you've wore"

"That would be incredible", you nodded

Once everything was ready, and the turkey was in the oven, everyone went upstairs to change into their christmas sweaters, yours was a Krampus themed one on top of your red and white pajamas and gingerbread man slippers

"I can't wait to see everyone reactions to our gift", you laughed laying in your bed while 'Christmas with the Kranks' was playing on the TV, "It's going to be hilarious"

"The greatest thing is that we managed to film it in one afternoon", Jack pointed getting out of your dresser with a red shirt with a Santa Claus picture and black pajama pants with Butters' face on it, to lay by your side to watch the movie at what you moved to put your head on his chest and he cirled your waist with his arm, "I swear that they were waiting for us to finish so they can kick us out"

"Rogue was having a blast though", you pointed, "I love that girl so much"

"I remember the day they told me they were expacting her, I was screaming that I was going to be her older brother"

"You're her oficial older brother", you nodded openning the fruitcake that arrived a few days ago as a gift from Sabrina Carpenter along with the EP vynil, a hoodie and a shirt, "Want some fruitcake?"

"Yes please"

Sitting against your headboard, both of you started to eat the fruitcake, sometimes feeding each other while still watching the movie

"Siblings and couples meeting", Jakob anounced entering your room along with Megan, Naiia and Stutz, all with their christmas outfits

"What's wrong?", you frowned

"We know that you didn't make that fruitcake because you still don't know how to do it", Jakob said causing to roll your eyes, "Where did you get it?"

"We also got eggnog", Megan said raising a bottle with some cups

"Sabrina Carpenter sent it", you responded giving them forks so they can eat too, "Along with the EP, a shirt and a hoodie"

"A Taybrina notice only this year?", Naiia pointed sitting on the bed, "Tornado just tell us when is rep TV releasing"

"What are the vault tracks?", Stutz joked helping to serve the eggnog

"I wish I knew the answer to those questions", you sighed, "We have a lot of theories of when is going to be released"

"One of the strongest was that she was going to anounce it during the Brazil concerts", Jack pointed recieving a cup of eggnog, "But she didn't"

"Next year will be", Jakob shrudded, "Well, cheers for christmas"

"Cheers", the rest of you repeated before drinking

"Is this spiked?", Jack asked sensing an unsual flavor

"Yeah, we put a bit of rum in it before coming", Jakob nodded

"Dad and mom, and even Anna are going to kill you when they find out about this", you said still drinking it, "And you might forget the fact that our dad is Billy Loomis"

"And we haven't seen the movie", Naiia remembered refering to her and Jakob, "And they don't need to know if we don't tell them"

Waiting until the older adults called all of you, the six of you stayed in your room watching the movie and eating the fruitcake and drinking the eggnog, and even starting to watch 'How The Grinch Stole the Christmas', until footsteps started to be heard in the stairs, which caused Jakob and Stutz to hide the bottle of spiked eggnog underneath your pillows

"If that bottle start leaking, I'll kill you both", you threatened them, "And not with my blingy fake knife"

Just as you finished threating them, there was a few knocks on the door before it was open to reveal Georgina

"Hey kids, dinner's ready", Georgina said

Standing from the bed and bean bags, the six of you started to go downstairs where all of you helped to put the table and preventing the cats from trying to eat the food by giving them and the dogs their special dinner, and taking the family photos, before sitting at the table to eat all the food that was made since the previous day

An once the dinner was finished and the dishes used were cleaned, you and Jack made everyone sit in the living room with the pets, already with the TV prepeared for the video

"Okay, we know that the gifts are tomorrow, but we wanted to gave you this one at this moment", you said trying to not burst in giggles

"Most of the times, the youngest of the family decide to do a little show, so we decided to to the same", Jack continued, "So I hope you enjoy this"

Stepping to the side and leaving everyone intrigued, Jack pressed the play button while you took out your phone to film their reactions

"You did not", Skeet groaned when he heard the music

"Yes we did", you laughed

"Is that Josh and Hayley's house?", Anna asked seeing the familiar kitchen

"We filmed it the day we went with them for breakfast", Jack nodded

During the whole video, everyone tried to hold their laughs but it wasn't possible causing to giggles and laughter to be heard in the room, while you and Jack were singing and dancing the choreography in the back

Once the video ended and the credits (yes, you did ending credits) started to roll, everyone started to clap still laughing

"Well, I guess we don't have to watch the movie anymore", Naiia joked, "This was amazing"

"Can we have a live performance of this?", Stutz asked

"There's bloopers at the end that will answer that question", you pointed

Returning the attention to the screen, the credits ended to show the bloopers who were of one of you or both laughing mid scene, forgetting a step, almost tripping at some steps, accidentaly dropping the fake guns, and even Rogue walking in the middle of the take

"Dad, as Billy Loomis and one half of the first ghostface, we would love to hear you opinion", you said after the video ended

"First of all, after you played the original performance in the TV every single day of october and november, this is my favorite version", Skeet responded, "And great acting on the Billy and Stu parts"

"Great camera work and acting", Georgina pointed, "What camera did you use?"

"The iPhone one", Jack answered

"And don't worry, everyone will have a copy of this video in their email tomorrow, as well as more of our friends", you continued, "That way you can watch it everyday"

Last night, after rewatching the video because they wanted to film a bit to their instagram stories, everyone went to sleep, not before you forced Jakb to get the spiked eggnog out of your room

The morning of the 25th, while the six of you were still asleep in the bedrooms, the adults where bussy filling the stockings and organizing all the gifts that were left in the living room under the tree

And while thinking in a good way to wake you up, Skeet took a speaker to put it in the middle of the aisle of the second floor, to blast Master of Puppets by AC/DC on full volume causing the six of you and the pets to wake up abruptely

"Welcome to christmas morning on the Ulrich household", you murmured with your face against your pillow and laying on your stomach

"Is the same song every year?", Jack asked laying next to you in the same way but with an arm on your waist

"Yeah", you responded feeling how Butters and Tatum started to walk around the bed, "Merry christmas babe"

"Merry christmas gorgeous"

Finally getting out off bed and taking the cats and your throw blankets of each others faces, both of you got out of your room to see the others in the door of their rooms watching the speaker with pure hate

"What if we kick it until it's broken?", Naiia suggested hugging Ivy

"He would make us buy him another one and better", you said hugging Tatum, "And none of use have partnerships with any electronic company to get one for free"

"Kids, get here now!", Anna exclaimed from the first floor

Turning off the speaker and taking it with you the six of you went downstairs to have breakfast and then going to the living room to open the gifts

And after recieving a Vivienne Westwood bag from your mom, a Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet (which your mom, Naiia, Meghan and Anna recieved in diferent colors) from your dad, the new Bratz videogame and a new case for your nintendo switch from Jakob and Meghan, and personalized golf sticks from Jakob, books (The Great Gatsby, Wildfire, Taylor Swift Book of Lyrics, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Falling off the Cliff) from Naiia and Stutz, and the Frankestein and Bride of Frankenstein Monster High from Naiia, a Dyson Airwrap from Jack, and the Masters of Make-Up Effects: A Century of Practical Magic book from Anna

After openning the main gifts, the Chiefs vs Raiders was on the TV (principally to see Taylor on screen), all of you were openning the stockings, in yours there were lip glosses from essence, a snake hairclaw, a new airpods case, a Grinch plushie, candy and chocolates, but what weirded you a little bit was the Mercedes white hat almost at the bottom of the stocking

"I apreciate and like the hat, but I only watch Formula 1 when I'm bored", you said putting the hat on your head

"There's something more on the stocking", Georgina pointed

Introducing your hand at the bottom of the stocking you pulled a set of car keys with a keychain of the ghostface mask with a tiara

"No", you murmured, "No way, are you serious?"

"It's in the front porch", Skeet said

Almost running with the rest following, you went to the front door to opened it to reveal a Mercedes E-Class Cabriolet black with a pink ribbon on top

Feeling the tears dalling off your eyes, you sat in the steps without stop looking at the car sensing how Jack sat by your side hugging you at what you hug him too noticing how your siblings were filming your reaction

"Thank you very much", you cried watching at your parents and holding their hands, "I promise to take care of it and not crash it or having fines, I promise"

"We trust in you", Georgina nodded kissing your head

"Besides, you earned it", Skeet added

"Thank you very much", you repeated

Recovering from the shock of getting a car for christmas, all of you returned to the interior of the house to continue to enjoy the day

#baby alien creations #y/n ulrich universe #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion scream #jack champion x you #jack champion imagine #jack champion fanfic #jack champion fluff

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do any of the main cast have any favorite food or drink.. :3?

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ill eat basically anything so i dont rlly think abt favorites but pineapple pizza EATS bro. best thing in burnett im so deadass. and i cant lie id kill for some mt dew rn i looove radiator fluid

You also like chocolate chip cookies! I remember that from foster care. They were a comfort food, right?

yea yea answer the question queermo

Says you! Anyway… hmm. I also haven’t thought about it a lot, actually. I guess I like bread? And cakes, any kind of baked sweet treat I guess. Now I want red velvet cupcakes…

drink?

Oh, um, peach tea. And iced tea in general, actually.

bunny’d have your head for that

Well she’s ancient!!! Iced tea is good.

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Oh, oh!! If there’s anything I miss eating most, it’s mamá’s homemade torrijas! That, and this one calamari dish from a restaurant mi papá used to take me to when I did well on a test… I remember they specialised in seafood, so I got to try the salmon a couple times, and that was also really good ^_^ maybe I just like seafood! And um, I like rootbear floats :3

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hmm. i remember i really liked this one specific kind of dumpling we used to buy. what were they called again?

gyoza ^w^

gyoza, that’s right. i like those. though i’m quite fond of most kinds of dumplings in general. and pierogis. i’d hope you don’t need me to tell you what my favourite drink is.

i liiikeee dad’s grilled cheeses :> and and and what theo said .. the spanish french toast things !!

torrijas.

yes !! and i like ummm choco milk orrr cassie’s homemade orange juice :3c

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ohhh my god i remember answering this on discord i think like aaaages ago 💀 i fucking love dakgangjeong dude it’s korean style fried chicken but i always have it with this like bright pink sauce i can never remember the name of ITS SO GOOD FUCKKK …. errmmm aside from that i would do anything for a plate of hotteok right now i miss that stuff so bad but we haven’t had it in ages 😭 and im a dr pepper girlie

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 2 months ago

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Arthur's Sacrifice- Part 9

It's Tradition

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I bundled together a little thing of roses and tied it with a black velvet ribbon from one of my other bouquets. I wrote her Buon Natale, Merry Christmas, in Italian on a little note card and snuck into her room, leaving them on her bed. Hopefully. Just hopefully it would be okay.

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It’s tradition

( Entirely my own timeline so if you’ve watched the show ignore the fact that I make up my own plots and times)

Charlie, my seven year old cousin came bounding into the living room practically flying over the arm of the couch at land on Aunt Ada and Aunt Polly's lap excitedly talking in Romani. I could barely hear him over the gramophone but it's not like I understood anyway.

We were all relaxing and chatting like a nice normal family if the Shelbys could ever be considered that. It was nice to have a reprieve from feeling like a spy or the family pariah because my father and mother had a relationship eighteen years ago. Apparently the Romany and Italians weren’t supposed to mix.

“Luv, why don't you speak in English so Filomena can understand too.” Ada, who I barely saw but adored for her intelligence and fashion sense, tried to appeal to my little cousin. Charlie and I were seven years apart and had nothing but a few people in common.

“ She speaks another language, why can't I?” Charlie asked his aunt curiously. Polly smirked and shrugged. I wasn’t sure I really cared about the constant ramblings of my little cousin in any language. I liked him but wow could he talk! It was endless.

“It’s alright,” I said, smiling at the group. ‘He’s right, I speak a different language too.”

“All he’s going on about is Christmas cookies and milk for Santa.” Ada laughed as Charlie stuck his forehead to hers and started laughing. “Go bother Karl.” She playfully batted at him dismissing the boy to sacrifice her own.

“No, Da and I left Whiskey.” He proudly answered her. Polly raises an eyebrow and exchanges a look with Ada. Polly didn’t approve. Ada and I seemed amused by the thought of getting St. Nokals drunk.

“We’ll Santa will certainly be jolly this holiday won't he?” You brunette women laughed and moved Charlie off her lap.

“Fall down the chimney most likely.’ Polly said. I couldn’t help but giggle. My stomach and cheeks were hurting. This is the most fun I’d had with any family members in weeks.

“ Santa is coming to your home?” I asked Charlie. His jaw dropped comically as he turned eye’s wide. Apparently this is common knowledge in England.

The look of disbelief was only added once my father, my Uncle Tom and various women they entertained filed into the room. They had all caught what I had asked. I felt like I’d grown another head or a devils tail and horns.

“ You never had Santa visit?!” Charles is appalled and now it was my turn for a wiggle boy in my lap. He sat and just stared at me, almost sad.

“I know who he is but…” I caught the look from Pollyand Tommy. I needed to shut my mouth and stop talking. .

“Mena must have been naughty and only got coal.” I giggled at my dad who seemed to cause the whole group to laugh at my expense. “Thank you.” I mouthed. I wasn’t good with young rambunctious children.

“What traditions did you have on Christmas Eve?” Linda’s question took me by surprise. Out of everyone, the person least likely to care about anything in my life was my step mother. I wasn’t going to much this opportunity to have a good night with her slip by through my fingers.

“We’ll eat fish for seven nights usually leading up to midnight mass. Fish isn’t considered meat so it keeps our hearts and souls pure before Christmas.” I said watching mixed facial expressions of concern, absurdity and acceptance.

“What is fish considered then if not meat?” Polly’s gin was starting to hit her. I could see a red flush across her cheeks and she was getting a bit silly.

“Apparently a vegetable.” Uncle Tommy got the room in a roar. I honestly had never thought about it.

“It's mostly just church things, then January 6th we have La Befana, a good witch comes into your home and sweeps out the bad luck and leaves you little trinkets and candies in your stockings.” I laughed at the amused expressions of the family. I guess that was kinda like their Santa.

“Your witches do that? Ours just curse people?” Johnny Doggs said with a grin. I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. I was learning a lot about the other half of my culture just by being around part of the time, when I was locked in my room for various faux pas I had committed.

“Sounds like a witchy santa to me. I like our fat one better.” Charlie smiled not realizing how cute he was.

“I used to go to midnight masses.” Polly smiles at me warmly. . “No one goes with me anymore.” she said flatly. She looked disappointed but honestly, my first two months I was desperate to go myself. Not even Linda would go with me and she was a practicing catholic.

“I would have gone if you'd asked.” LInda cheekily sipped her hot cider. Polly sneers and rolls her eyes. This family never ceased to amaze me. Peace was never an option,neither was surrender.

Not that I could speak much to that thought. My Fiance had a Vendetta going against my family. Neither side would give up their right to make the other bow down.

“Mr. Shelby sir, a word if I may?” Francis, a kind but observant maid beconned my uncle out. She looked concerned. I silently prayed Christmas wouldn’t be ruined.

“We’ll, like Santa, my night will never end. Charlie, off to bed yeah.” Tommy tried dismissing his sugared up son. The boy pouted and moaned.

“Oh Tom, no, you forgot about the stables?” Ada asked. Charlie perked up. The boy loved horses possibly more than his father.

“Oh let the boy stay up until midnight. It's tradition!” The whole room erupted into pleas and bargains for little Charlie's sake. What was going on?

“Fine.” He yelled out as he turned to find Francis. My cousin did a little victory dance.

“What's at the stable at midnight?” I wondered why Christmas Eve. I’d never heard of such a thing. Was it a gypsy thing?

“I think you’ll find it tonight.” Polly said, her eyes sparkling.

“Welcome to the family Filomena.” Johnny announced as he leaned over my chair and grinned at me. Johnny reminded me of a goofy boy that grew taller but never grew up.

“Little late for that, don't you think Johnny? “ Ada added. No, it really wasn’t. Tonight was a rare feeling that I could actually belong here. We’d find out soon enough with the Vendetta still waging the war.

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It wasn’t an unpleasant tradition unless you couldn’t smell the manure.

We all gathered around in the barn to hear Polly tell an interesting interpretation on the manager and Jesus' birth. Apparently the animals spoke to another about the birth of the Christ child and why he was born in Bethlehem that night.

I don't think it was church canon but it was an amusing tradition and the horses got attention.

As the story came to a close and Karl was handing me a stolen candy wrapper to hold for him the stable door flung open.

Johnny strode in like the devil was at his heels. We women clutched our shawls tighter around out shoulders to fend off the cold night air.

He was on a mission. He unlocked the box for Tommy’s black stallion, appropriately named Nightmare.

“What's going on?” Concern laced tightly through Ada’s voice. Her face screwed up in confusion.

“Tommy wants you all at the house.” Johnny barked at us. I stood stunned watching him. He was looking at Polly and Ada but I caught it. “Italians”

“Not tonight?” Ada practically whined and scoffed. She and Polly looked at me but it wasn’t sympathy. Like I knew what the hell was going on?

I felt the tears stinging behind my brown orbs. The familiar knot rising in my throat. One day I hoped it would choke me like it was falsely promising to do every time I got upset.

Why?! Why tonight of all nights? It was already different from any other Christmas eve I’d ever had. Why?

“Come on luv, here your a Shelby.” Ada’s arms went around me, we wwe now hip to hip as we walked towards the massive intimidating mansion.

For how long am I a Shelby? I thought bitterly to myself. Until something inconvenient happens. Thanks again Mother.

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