#and i want to be making (and eating) cake and and and

[theolliesaurus]

i'm so sorry,, op.

february this year will mark 10 years since i lost my dad - he passed away in his sleep from an aneurysm in his heart. yet i still remember when we got the phone call - it was the morning and my mum came to wake me up. the news didn't Hit until a later date. i didn't know how to cry when i first found it all out; that he'd passed 3 days prior to the call and was found face down in his bed,, that my sister was preparing to tell him the news of her then pregnancy.

i remember i got out of bed because my mum wanted me to follow her into my sister's room. my sister was sobbing buckets on the bed. and that was when my mum broke the news. i didn't outwardly react or start crying. i don't remember feeling much of anything. but my sister wanted me to come forwards when my mum left the room,, and she just pulled me in close and hugged me. but i still didn't cry.

the one thing i did was turn on my laptop and start watching a video to escape the news instead. but i still didn't yet cry.

but instead the funeral in march was where i broke.

what hurts the most is i never got to see him one last time,, nor did i ever get to say goodbye. and i still feel so guilty about not being able to communicate with him anymore because of the trauma of what he went through in past years,, with his sudden fall that lead to a triple heart bypass surgery,, to which he then would have to remain in a care home for the rest of his years as it excelled his huntington's to the point he couldn't live or care for himself anymore.

and because i no longer have him in my life,, i fear what will happen when i inevitably will lose my remaining parent or how i'll cope - my mum is my carer as i can't live independently due to disability,, there's things i can't do to take care of myself and skills i'm not able to learn.

which then sparks fears of what's going to happen to my sisters and to me,, because i'm planned to be transferred over to one if anything should happen to our mum,, and then transferred over to another if anything then happens to the sister who's first in line to care for me,, and so forth and so forth.....

but;

two or three of my favourite childhood memories that i look back on often include how my dad would take me shopping with him in the car into the next town,, and the shopping center had a little cafe next to it - the cafe had one of those coin-operated kiddie rides outside of it also (it was Scoop from "Bob the Builder"). so when we had finished shopping,, my dad then took me into the cafe and he bought me a cake to eat,, and then would let me play on that kiddie ride.

or there was a moment where we drove to the next town in the car,, and he stopped at one point to buy us a pastry each,, and we just sat in the car together eating our pastries.

or just the simplicity of being taken to the library to rent out a dvd on the weekends when he came to pick me up from my house. then we'd walk on down to his flat afterwards where i'd stay for a couple hours before bringing me back home. i'd play games on his computers,, or i'd take pictures with his photography camera out the back window.

or how when we'd make cakes down his flat,, he'd let me lick the mixture in the bowl and off the spoon. and how he'd let me help out with putting the roast chicken in the oven for dinner.

i still have a piece of his flat. a bit of his wallpaper that was ripped. and yet it's tucked away in a cupboard below my computer.

i have his photography camera that he left me. and yet i just can't bring myself to use it.

i had his computer from his care home that he wanted me to have - because i would always do drawings on it when i visited. it was the one physical thing i had left of him that felt alive. and yet i broke down when it suddenly didn't work anymore. now it sits tucked away in our storage cupboard downstairs; because i still can't part with it.

i still have some money that he inherited to me that i still haven't yet touched or done anything with.

it all still hurts.

and what hurts more is my mum offered for me to see his body in the coffin on the day of the funeral,, but i declined and said no.....

No one prepares you for how crippling grief is, last year my mom died of cancer. I watched her decline so rapidly that my brain couldn't understand who I was looking at by the time she passed. I couldn't understand who I was by the time she passed because I had to become a vessel who makes appointments, dresses, nurses, cooks and an entity who does not sleep. I did it all alone. The reality is that cancer eats away at everything, it lives on even after the patient dies. It ate away at every part of me, I couldn't get out of bed, I had sleep paralysis, I couldn't stop seeing her... like that. They asked me if she's my grandmother when they carried her out of the house. She was in her early 50s. Do you understand? In 3 months, she began to look like she was 80. Everyone wanted me to move on after a month, no one called anymore, not even a text. I thought I was alone when she was alive, but this was a new type of isolation. One that I barely survived. (thank you to my mutuals and tumblr for being an outlet)

It's been a year and 6 months, today I realized she's not the first thing I think of in the morning, or the last thing I think of before I fall asleep. I couldn't even call to do paperwork before, now I'm forgetting why it was even that difficult.

The sun's out, I think i'm going to get ice cream without feeling guilty that it's not something she can do anymore.

[daenysx]

i know you said you wanted more conversational messages, but can i make an exception for 00:00 and poly!marauders, and it's reader's birthday so they stay up late just to wish her happy bday even though she gets sad on most birthdays? (totally not projecting

12.00 AM | POLY!MARAUDERS

"Close your eyes."

You would trust Remus with your life, so you do as he says. He kisses your cheek, fond fingers stroking your shoulders. You hear footsteps. "Happy birthday, dove."

There's a birthday cake right in front of you. Candles shining in the low lights of the room, James is beaming at you while Sirius follows your every reaction. You don't know what to say. Birthdays are complicated, but- you think it feels so warm to be celebrated like this.

"Thank you," you whisper, Remus' hand in yours is supportive. "I wasn't expecting this."

"I made the cake," James says with a glowing smile on his face. Gorgeous boy. "It's the most basic online recipe, but I used the chocolate you like to write happy birthday."

You smile, it's a big one, the kind that lights up your entire face. Sirius tells you to make a wish and you imagine a nice scenario as you blow out the candles. Everyone claps.

"I really don't know what to say," you admit as James offers forks to eat the cake.

"You don't have to say anything," Sirius says before eating a mouthful of cake. "You can do literally anything you want as the birthday girl."

Being the birthday girl is a weird feeling. This day is yours, but does it feel like that? It's just complicated, happy with a pinch of sadness or the exact opposite. Your heart beats loudly in your chest. They care about you, and they know how to show it. It's the nicest feeling, you don't think you'll get used to it.

"Can I get a kiss?" you ask slowly. Kisses always help.

Remus is right behind you on the couch, he quickly leans down to brush his lips on your cheek. He gets distracted by James' questions about the cake's taste, though, and your eyes meet with Sirius'.

He leaves his fork on the plate to get closer to you.

You bury your face to his neck, his arms are safe. He understands you the best about this whole birthday feelings, shares the sentiment. He doesn't have to say anything. You smile against his skin. He gives you a good kiss on your forehead.

"Happy birthday, my love," James leans in. You lift your head to kiss his chin. It feels like it's gonna be a good year.

starry girl sleepover ☆

[onsomenewsht]

I've got peace and I've got love

About a surprise for your birthday even if you hate your birthday

》 Alexia Putellas x Reader

》 words count: +1k

》 for anyone who needs to feel celebrated

Birthdays are a complicated matter.

You don’t hate them, no one really does.

People should be loved loudly, their mere presence on Earth should be reason enough to celebrate them.

You care about your family and your friends, baking cakes and inflating balloons and dressing up for a themed party are not a problem - you’re the first one to arrive and the last to leave.

Celebrating your birthday though? Hell, no.

For most, it doesn’t make sense.

A day in a whole year when anyone is entitled to be under the biggest spotlight, getting gifts and all the wanted attention. Yet, you’d rather hide in the remotest corner of the planet than hear someone sing “happy birthday” to you.

Despite the insistence and the repeated attempts over the years, your mother has finally accepted that you don’t want to make a big deal out of it. Your best friend has accepted that you’ll avoid a surprise party like the plague. Everyone who knows you, knows it.

Alexia included.

At least she knows now, after last year.

The two of you got together just shy of three months before your birthday. Bless her good heart, she thought a surprise ambush might be appreciated.

She’s not going to make the same mistake twice in a row, but she wants to do something.

“You told me she hates birthdays”, Alba points out, a bit confused, sipping her coffee as if her sister isn’t in the middle of an inconclusive rant.

“She hates her own, not birthdays in general”

“I still think you should just buy her a nice present, wish her a happy birthday and move on like she asked you to do”

“It seems so, I don’t know, incomplete?”, the blonde tries to explain, “How do I make sure I show how much I appreciate her if I can’t celebrate her?”

“You better celebrate her every day, not just on the birthday–”

“I do it, idiot!”

Alexia is quick in her jab, but thankfully the younger girl is used to her attitude by now.

Cup saved from any spill, Alba barely has enough patience to give another, simple pearl of wisdom, “So do it like any other day, but, you know, on her birthday”

It’s good advice, even if she’d never admit it.

Alexia spends most of her day off plotting, her free time during the week before your birthday completely taken over by careful planning and prep.

You can tell immediately that something is off, but you let it slide because she’s cute when she’s on a mission, and you don’t really want to spoil her fun.

At the stroke of midnight, like a mischievous fairy godmother, your best friend calls you to sing a personalized rendition of “Die, Die My Darling” like every year since you’re sixteen and think you’re oh-so-funny.

Your mother sends a present from the entire family, along with a picture of a cake you’re not going to eat but you’re glad they’ll enjoy in your name. Alexia’s mother and sister send flowers, and you have to reassure your girlfriend that it’s a genuinely appreciated sentiment.

Said girlfriend kisses you for every year spent on this Earth and then moves on, as if nothing happened. As if nothing is going to happen.

It’s suspicious, really suspicious.

The day passes by without any major incident.

At work just a few colleagues know it’s your birthday, they politely hand you a card with bad jokes written all over it. You mindlessly send the same three reactions at every text message, nonetheless appreciating everyone who remembered and took the time to wish you a happy birthday. A kind waitress adds a slice of dessert as you pick up take-out at your favourite Mexican place, probably prompted by Alexia when she ordered over the phone and sent you to the restaurant.

Guard down, you open the door to your girlfriend’s apartment, still not connecting the dots.

Thank the goddesses and gods above for that nice waitress, because what you find inside is definitely a first and the food wouldn’t have survived the surprise if not for the well-secured package.

Soft music - that, to your shame, you only realise too late is your favorite record - resonates through the room, which is filled with dozens of floating balloons reaching the ceiling.

You take a few tentative steps inside, noticing pictures carefully tied to each string with numbers scribbled on the corners.

Snaps of the past year, memories so simple in their significance you sometimes fail to give a good measure of. Dinners out with friends, an unflattering portrait of an early morning during the summer, the first time holding your niece. You linger over a photo of you and Alexia talking on Mapi’s couch, neither of you looking at the camera, as it’s clear you had eyes only for each other.

“I’ve never seen this one”, you whisper, emotion thick in your voice.

Your girlfriend is leaning on the further wall of the entrance, a confident stance failing to hide a note of nervousness. The way her hands are buried in the pocket of old sweatpants and her eyes are studying every single macro-expression shifting on your face are a clear tell for you.

"Ingrid sent it to me some times ago”

“It’s beautiful”

“It is”, she agrees easily, still not daring to come closer.

Alexia’s gaze drops as soon as you notice there’s a handwritten message on the back of every photo, her cheeks flushing slightly.

You take the time to read each one attentively, smiling at her thoughtfulness and the care she put into all the moments chosen. People and occasions that hold meaning for you, no matter how big or small. You feel love in every single one.

“You put a lot of thought into this”

“I had to sacrifice a couple of good ones”, she mumbles, almost upset with herself.

The commitment to matching the number of pictures to your age it’s impressive, you have to admit.

A burst of laughter fills the entire apartment, Alexia finally meeting your gaze and taking in how moved you’re by her surprise.

The fear of overstepping had been like an annoying voice, whispering in her ear as she scribbled on the back of the photos or tried to wrap gifts without running out of patience or tape.

“Do you like it?”, her doubt creeping in her voice.

“I don’t hate it”, you joke, still eager to ease her worries, “No one has ever put this much thought or effort into– I don’t know, celebrating my birthday, I guess”

“You deserve to be celebrated”

You take the few steps to fill the gap between you two, food forgotten somewhere behind, and throw yourself into her already open arms.

“Thank you”

“I love you”

The kiss you share is a clear enough answer. Sometimes, it’s not even necessary to spell it out - action speaks louder than words, they say. She holds you for as long as you need, music still playing softly in the background.

“Is this a good moment to mention that you have to open as many presents as you have in years?”

“Alexia!”

[keeryhours]

wildflower chapter eight

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

Main Masterlist

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Summary:

Asher turns 2!

Warnings:

Custody arguments, vomiting

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N:

Finally chapter 8! I hope you enjoy :) 💕

“Happy birthday, little man!”

Asher jumped up and down in his crib, a huge grin on his face like he understood the concept of a birthday. He clapped his hands together as you and Steve walked into his room, a cupcake with 2 candles stuck in the top.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Asher, happy birthday to you!”

You and Steve helped him blow out the candles, removing them quickly as Asher stuck his fingers into the icing, eating it off his fingers. You laughed as you watched the toddler devour his cupcake, making a huge mess. You picked him up, situating him on your hip. “Steve, can you change his sheets while I go put him in the bath?”

“Of course,” Steve said, already moving to remove the cupcake-covered crib sheet and his Thomas blanket as you took Asher to the tub. After a quick bath, you blow dried his curls and dressed him in his birthday outfit - a pair of pants with party hat-decorated suspenders and a blue shirt underneath. He looked adorable.

“You got all that?” You asked Steve with a raised eyebrow, seeing him carrying an armful of Asher’s gifts and decorations for the party. “Let me get the cake at least, so you don’t smash it.”

“I’ve got it,” he said. “But, uh, you can get the cake.”

You grabbed the white box, peeking inside at the birthday cake - it was decorated with Thomas characters and said “Happy Birthday Asher!” in swirling blue script.

Asher obediently held your hand as the three of you walked out, Steve stocking the trunk of his car with all the gifts and supplies before lifting Asher in the air, making him giggle.

“Are you ready for your party, birthday boy?”

“Party!” Asher exclaimed, clapping his tiny hands together. Steve smiled, giving him a big kiss on the cheek before situating him in his car seat. You climbed into the passenger seat with the cake on your lap.

The drive to your mom’s house wasn’t a long one, but the motion of the car wasn’t helping the nausea you’d been dealing with. Thankfully, before you knew it Steve was pulling into the familiar driveway. There were already a few guests there, and you knew you’d hear it from your mom for being late.

Steve helped you unload the car, carrying most of the stuff as you walked up to the front door with Asher holding your hand and the cake in the other arm. You let go of Asher long enough to open the front door, watching him sprint into the house. “Gamma! Dusty!”

Your mom scooped him up- “Ah, is that the birthday boy??”- as Dustin pinched at his cheeks, making him laugh. Steve sat the presents down on the gift table.

“How have you been feeling?” Claudia asked as she approached you with Asher in her arms, putting her hand on your head and examining you. You had told her about your nausea and dizziness, and she had been asking you daily if you’d been to a doctor yet.

“I’m fine,” you said, allowing her to test your temperature with the back of her hand. “I’m sure it’s just a little bug and it’ll go away on its own.”

“You should really go get checked out. You don’t want to get Asher sick.”

You sighed. “Yeah, okay. I’ll do that. Can we just enjoy the party right now?”

Your mom looked at you with concern one more time, but she let it go, turning back to Asher. “Are you so excited to be 2??” Asher squealed and clapped his hands. “How are you doing, Steve?”

“Oh, I’m doing great, Mrs. Henderson,” he answered, as polite as ever. He stood next to you, smiling at Asher. “This guy devoured his cupcake this morning.”

“Oh, I bet you did!” She cooed, tickling the little boy under his chin.

You walked away to ruffle your brother’s hair, pulling him into a hug. “How are you, Dusty Bun?”

Dustin groaned. “Okay, first of all, only Suzie is allowed to call me that.”

“And how is my future sister in law?”

“She’s great,” Dustin said, lighting up at the question. “She’s graduating early. She might come visit this summer.”

“That’s awesome,” you told him genuinely. “I can’t wait to meet her finally.”

Dustin looked between you and Steve, who was still locked in conversation with your mother. He leaned in closer to you, whispering, “So, you and Steve…?”

Your eyes went wide. “How did you know that?” You hissed back to him.

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I can read you like a book, sis.”

You blushed furiously, avoiding eye contact with anyone. “Can we not talk about this?”

He shrugged. “Whatever. But he’s totally and completely in love with you, in case you haven’t noticed.”

You didn’t really want to think about that right now. “We don’t really need to talk about my mess of a love life today, thanks.”

The party began, most of the guests arriving. All of your older relatives cooed at Asher as he toddled around the room, seeing everyone. Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and El gave you big hugs as they arrived. Robin showed up with a huge gift box she could barely carry that Steve ran to help her with. And Nancy and Jonathan came armed with gifts and homemade treats.

You were just wondering if Eddie had decided against coming when there was a knock at the door. Everyone looked as you answered it, and the party went silent as Eddie and Wayne walked in, looking awkward and each holding a gift, Eddie’s being a long box.

“Wayne!” You greeted, and the older man pulled you into a tight hug with a laugh. “I’m so happy to see you.”

“How are you, sweetheart?” He asked, rubbing your back. “I’ve missed ya.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you smiled. Claudia came over to greet Wayne as you turned to Eddie.

“Eddie,” you breathed, and it felt like you were the only two in the room at that moment. “You really came.”

“Yeah, I…of course I did,” he said. “I’m not missing any more of my son’s life. And…I wanted to see you, too.” He nearly stopped himself, but he reached forward and pushed a section of hair behind your ear. “You look great.”

You smiled up at him. “I’m…I’m glad you’re here.”

You were both snapped out of your trance by your mother’s voice. “Do you want to meet the birthday boy?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed, realizing you had gotten completely distracted. “Let me go get Ash.”

You wandered into the kitchen, finding Ash being fed a tiny sandwich by Nancy. “So good, huh?” She said, and Asher smiled up at her, his mouth filled with sandwich.

“You having fun in here, bud?” You asked, fingers combing through his curls.

“Oh, yeah,” Nancy smiled. “He’s such a sweet little boy.”

Once he finished his sandwich, you picked him up and situated him on your hip. “Guess what?”

“What?” Asher asked, giggling at you.

“Eddie’s here.”

He clapped - “Ebbie?!”

“Yep,” you laughed, turning and heading back into the living room. “And someone else for you to meet, too.”

As you walked back into the living room with Asher, both Eddie’s and Wayne’s attention were locked on you. Asher reached for Eddie as you approached, and Eddie beamed, taking Asher from your arms and holding him.

“Hey, little dude,” he said. “Happy birthday!”

Asher clapped his tiny hands together again. “Birfday!”

“That’s right,” Eddie laughed. He turned to his uncle. “Ash, I want you to meet your Grandpa Wayne.”

Wayne was tearing up as he looked at Asher - he may have technically only been Eddie’s uncle, but this was his grandson. “Hey, buddy,” he said, holding out a hand. Asher grasped his fingers. “It’s good to finally meet you. I’m so happy to see you.”

Asher smiled at him, a little nervously. “Grampa?”

A huge smile spread across Wayne’s normally stoic face. “Yeah, that’s right, bud. I’m Grandpa Wayne.”

“And-“ Eddie started, looking around between you, Steve, your mother, and Dustin before landing back on Asher. “You can call me Daddy if you want to, buddy.”

You breathed in sharply, his words surprising you. But you didn’t say anything- he was his dad after all, and if he wanted to be called Dad, and Asher was okay with it, who were you to stop it?

“Daddy?” Asher asked, reaching up to play with a strand of Eddie’s matching curls. Eddie teared up this time, swiping the tear away before it fell. You weren’t sure if anyone noticed but you.

“Yeah, buddy. I’m your Dad.”

The party carried on after that, Asher walking around to see everyone who came. Your relatives spoke to Eddie, and it was a little awkward, but he handled it well.

“How’s the band?” They would ask.

“It’s going great,” Eddie would answer. “We just finished our first tour. We’re working on recording our second album now.”

“So, you’ll be leaving again?”

Eddie blanched at that question. “Uh, yeah, For a little while. But I’m planning to move back to Hawkins on my off time.”

“You are?” You asked, walking up behind Eddie and joining the conversation. Eddie turned, startled.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, face tinted red. “I got a place here. I’m gonna be moving home. I still have to leave for the tours, but…”

“Eddie, that’s great news!” You exclaimed. “Ash is gonna be so excited. I-“ You were interrupted by the most intense nausea you’d felt so far. “Excuse me,” you said quickly before you ran off to the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind you in your rush. You fell to your knees in front of the toilet as you got sick, the knowledge that you had drawn so much attention to yourself only making things worse.

There was a knock at the door. “Hey, you okay?” Steve’s voice came from the other side.

“No,” You called back before you were getting sick again, retching as the nausea roiled through your stomach again.

“I’m coming in,” he said, giving you a second to say no before pushing the door open and coming in. He got on his knees next to you, holding your hair back and rubbing your back soothingly. “Have you been getting sick like this a lot?” He asked gently.

You could only nod. You could tell your face was all red and splotchy now, and you hadn’t brought any makeup with you to cover it. Great.

“Sweetheart…” he said quietly. “You don’t think you could be…”

You froze. “No, definitely not. We went to the doctor and got the morning after pill, remember?”

“Yeah, but they told us it wasn’t 100%,” he reminded you gently. “You could still be…”

You didn’t want to think about that. “There’s no way,” you said finally.

“Did you get your, uh…period?”

“I- no, but sometimes it comes late.”

“Maybe we should just go to the doctor to make sure?”

You sighed, flushing the toilet and sitting back against the wall. Steve handed you some toilet paper to wipe your face. “My mom wants me to go.”

“It would probably be for the best,” he said quietly. “Just for peace of mind, at least. It’s probably nothing.”

The rest of the party went smoothly- besides Asher grabbing a handful of cake during Happy Birthday, but that made everyone laugh. Eddie stayed right near Asher for most of the party, helping him open his presents and showing full enthusiasm for everything the 2 year old unwrapped.

Eddie handed Asher his gift last.”This one’s from daddy, bud,” he said, pushing the long box over. Asher quickly ripped the paper off of the box, revealing a small (yet real) guitar.

“I know it’s early,” Eddie said, taking the guitar out of the box and helping Asher hold it, “but I figured he could go ahead and get used to holding and strumming it so he’s ready for me to teach him when he’s a little older.”

You smiled, tears welling in your eyes as you watched Eddie and Asher - his son. They looked just alike, especially with the guitar in his lap, Asher really was a mini Eddie.

“That was sweet of you,” you told Eddie after the party as he helped you clean up wrapping paper. “The guitar. He’s going to love that as he gets older.”

“I hope so,” Eddie smiled. “He’s the coolest kid.”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed with a laugh. “He’s definitely yours.”

“Did you just compliment me?” Eddie asked, fake gasping as he clutched his chest dramatically.

You pushed his shoulder. “Shut up,” you mumbled, and Eddie laughed with you.

“You look beautiful by the way,” he added on quietly. “Just as beautiful as I remembered.”

You blushed, shaking your head as you looked down at the discarded gift bags and paper in your hands. “A lot about my body has changed since having Asher-“

“And it makes you even more beautiful,” he said sincerely. “You carried and birthed my child. That’s the most incredible gift you ever could have given me. And you think I wouldn’t love your body after that?”

“Ed…”

“No, I’m serious. I wish you could love your body like I do.” Eddie scoffed- “Or like Steve does.”

You shoved his shoulder again. “Eddie!”

“What?” He laughed, “It’s true!”

Eddie and Wayne stayed the longest out of all the guests, Wayne watching patiently and with full enthusiasm as Asher showed him every gift he’d gotten over and over. The only people left were you and Steve, and your mom and Dustin.

“Thank you guys so much for coming,” you told Wayne and Eddie, eyes lingering on Eddie’s lanky form splayed out on the floor next to Asher. “Seriously. It means so much.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Wayne said. He looked happier than you’d seen him in years. Being Grandpa Wayne suited him.

“Of course not,” Eddie added as he stood on his long legs. “I’m never missing another birthday again.”

“We’re about to head out,” You told him as Steve got Asher’s coat on him.

“You and Steve?” Eddie asked, doing a poor job at sounding nonchalant and hiding his jealousy.

“Yes, me and Steve,” you smiled softly. You still felt bad that you had hurt him. “But I’ll see you soon?”

“Very soon,” he confirmed. “I’ll call the house. I want to see him again this week.”

“Sure,” you said as you finished packing up the diaper bag. Steve came up behind you with Asher on his hip. “Just let me know. See you, Eddie.”

You and Steve both said goodbye to Wayne as you left, Eddie and Wayne getting in their car as well. Steve hooked Asher into his car seat before sliding into the driver’s seat, you sitting next to him.

The party had been a success, and you were grateful Eddie and Wayne showed up. You had been getting fed up with how flaky Eddie had been since coming home, and you didn’t want to trust him with Asher if you couldn’t trust him to show up for Ash when he said he would. But he had come, and it was a better day because he was there. Asher loved him already, and you didn’t mind that Eddie introduced himself as Dad. Not at all, you realized.

He was slowly earning the title.

Monday morning, you were getting ready to head out the door with Asher when the phone rang. You sighed, sitting Asher down and gauging if you had enough time before work and daycare drop off to deal with whatever it was.

You picked up the phone from the receiver and placed it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Ms. Henderson?”

“Yes?” You cradled the phone between your ear and shoulder as you quietly warned Asher to get down from the table he was climbing on.

“I’m with the family division of the courts. I was just calling to let you know we received the results from the DNA test, and it does confirm that Edward Munson is the father of Asher James Henderson.”

“Okay,” you said, because this was information you already knew. “What happens next?”

“Well, he has petitioned to have his name added to the birth certificate, and to move forward with requesting joint custody.”

“Will…will we have to go to court?”

“Hopefully not,” the woman said kindly on the other end of the line. “You’ll have a mediation, and if you can agree there, you won’t need to go to court.”

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you. “Alright. Thank you.”

After the call you rushed Asher and your bags to your car, driving to his daycare to drop him off before heading to work. Your mind spun with thoughts of the whole custody mess, you just hoped you’d be able to agree so you wouldn’t have to fight about it.

You worked on autopilot at the diner for most of the day, mind elsewhere. Your shift was just about over when you saw Eddie walking in, on his own this time.

“Hey,” you greeted, “you can sit anywhere-“

“Actually, I came here to see you,” Eddie said, pushing his curls back out of his face. He crossed his tattooed arms in front of him, looking a little uncomfortable.

“You got the call this morning, too?” You asked, going back to making the drinks for your table.

“Yeah,” he said, breathing out a rush of air. “100% mine.”

“You didn’t know that already?” You teased, moving around him to grab your tray.

“No, I mean, I did,” he stuttered. “It’s just a lot to hear it confirmed like that.”

You shook your head, placing the drinks on the tray. “I could have told you that.”

“No, I know.” Eddie followed you as you carried the tray to your table and handed the drinks out. The group at the table looked up at him like they might know where they’d seen him before, but couldn’t quite place it. It was better than being hounded for autographs right now, he thought. He followed you back to the counter, where you sat the tray back down. “It was just a lot to hear it like that.”

“So what now?” You turned to him, hand on your hip. “Are you taking me to court next?”

“I’m not trying to, I swear,” he said, putting his hands up. “My lawyer said we’d have a mediation-“

“You have a lawyer?” You asked, incredulous. “I can’t afford a lawyer, Eddie.”

“You don’t need one, I swear, it was just…”

“Just what?”

“Because I had no idea what the fuck I was doing!” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Jesus. I’m not trying to take him away or anything like that. And getting this stuff ironed out with the courts will help you, too. I’m willing to pay child support.”

You scoffed, beginning to wrap the clean silverware in napkins. “Yeah, okay, Eddie. What kind of custody arrangement are you going for anyway?”

“I was thinking 50/50-“

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? At least while I’m not touring?”

“Eddie,” you laughed humorlessly as you turned to him. “There is no way you’re just showing up and taking my son for 50% of the time.”

“Why?” He asked again. “My lawyer thinks I can-“

“So you are taking me to court?”

“No,” Eddie said, sighing deeply. “I’m hoping we can come to an agreement without having to do that.”

“Not if you’re after 50/50!” You sat the rolled silverware down and gave Eddie your full attention. “Eddie, you have to understand. It’s just been us for two years. We have a schedule, a routine. Me and Steve are the only parents he knows-“

“Do not bring up Steve,” Eddie hissed quietly. “He’s been in my spot for too long.”

“You weren’t here,” you reminded him for what felt like the millionth time. “He was.”

Eddie shook his head. “I deserve time with my son.”

“Yes, you do,” you agreed, “but you’re not coming in to just take him like that. We need to ease into it, he’s still getting to know you.”

“And he can’t get to know me if he never sees me!”

“Oh my god, Eddie,” You shook your head again. “I’m not trying to keep him from you. I just don’t think any of this was necessary. All you had to do was ask and then show up.”

“I’m doing my best here,” he said, big brown eyes pleading. “I have a lot of commitments with the band, yeah, but when I’m off I want to spend time with him.”

“And that’s fine,” you said, feeling like he wasn’t listening to you. “But not 50/50.”

“We’ll see then.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You asked, finishing the last of the wrapped silverware.

“That we’ll see.”

“Okay, Eddie. Whatever. But I’ve got to get back to work now, okay?” You turned from him. “I guess we’ll deal with this in court.”

Eddie just looked at you for a moment. “Yeah. I guess we will.” You turned and went back to your tables, hearing the bell over the front door ring as Eddie left.

You knew you needed a lawyer now, but how were you supposed to afford that? You weren’t exactly rolling in money from the diner. Things were tight enough just taking care of you and Asher.

You couldn’t believe that Eddie was about to take you to court if you didn’t agree with 50/50 custody. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do that. It had been you and Asher 100% of the time, only without him for work or the times he was with your mom and Dustin. You couldn’t stand to give him up half the time. You were okay with sharing custody with Eddie, but that was too much.

You had to figure out something.

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[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Bound by Love

Pairing: Simon Riley x reader x Johnny Mactavish

AU:Alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Beta!Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Omega!Reader (Dove)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Alpha, Beta, Omega), established relationship, domestic fluff, birthday surprise

Author’s Note: This is a continuation of Bound by Instinct, diving into what their relationship looks like now that they’re together. It still has alternative POV’s and words in bold. There are mentions of Simon being sent off on a mission while Johnny and Dove (you) stay home. If any of this is uncomfortable for you do not read.

Masterlist

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Johnny

Johnny never thought love would feel like this.

Like warmth.

Like safety.

Like belonging.

And yet, here he was—wrapped up in it, drowning in it, breathing it in with every inhale of your scent and Simon’s.

Mornings used to be nothing more than routine, but now?

Now, they were soft, easy, filled with the quiet rustling of sheets as you curled deeper into his side, your breath warm against his skin.

And Simon—always the last to fully wake when he was home sad with you both—would sigh, his heavy arm tightening around you both, keeping you close, always needing to feel you both there.

Johnny lived for these moments. The ones where the world was quiet, where all that mattered was here, in this bed, in this home you built together.

So, when Simon’s birthday rolled around, Johnny knew he wanted to make it special.

Simon wasn’t the type to expect anything—wasn’t even the type to acknowledge his own birthday.

But you and Johnny?

You weren’t going to let the day pass without showing Simon just how much he meant to you both.

---

You

You caught Johnny sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling furiously in a notebook, his brows knitted together in deep focus.

You smiled, stepping up behind him and slipping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chin against his warm skin.

“You writing me love letters, MacTavish?” you teased.

Johnny snorted, though his scent spiked with amusement. “Aye, something like that.”

You peeked over his shoulder, your fingers trailing up into his hair as you glanced at the page.

Ideas for Simon’s birthday was written at the top.

Your heart swelled.

Johnny sighed, tapping the paper. “I was thinking we do a proper dinner,” he murmured. “Something special. Just us three.”

You hummed, nuzzling into him. “Tell me more.”

“Good food, nice whiskey… maybe even a cake, though I dunno if Simon has much of a sweet tooth.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “He doesn’t. But if we make it for him, he’ll eat it.”

Johnny grinned, tilting his head to nuzzle against you. “That’s what I was thinking.”

You carded your fingers through his hair, loving the way he leaned into your touch. “I love this idea. He deserves something nice.”

Johnny exhaled softly, his hand sliding up to rest over yours.

“Aye,” he murmured, voice full of tenderness. “He does.”

---

Simon

Simon wasn’t used to surprises.

Didn’t usually like them.

But when he stepped through the front door that night, the scent hit him first.

Home.

Warm, spiced vanilla from Johnny. Soft lavender and honey from you.

His instincts settled.

Before he could fully process it, Johnny appeared in the doorway, a shit-eating grin stretching across his face.

“Happy birthday, big guy.”

Simon blinked. “What?”

Then you were there, slipping around Johnny, eyes shining, a soft smile playing at your lips as you reached for him.

“We made dinner,” you murmured, fingers curling around his wrist. “For you.”

Something in Simon’s chest tightened.

For him.

No one had ever—

Johnny stepped closer, pressing a firm hand against the back of Simon’s neck. His touch was grounding, steadying.

“Relax, mate,” Johnny murmured. “Let us take care of you tonight.”

Simon swallowed hard, his throat thick.

He let Johnny guide him further inside.

Let you press a kiss to his jaw.

Let himself feel the quiet ache of being wanted.

Of being yours.

And for the first time in a long time, Simon let himself enjoy it.

Because if there was one thing he knew for certain, it was this—

You and Johnny had already decided.

He was home.

And he always would be.

---

Later That Night

Simon sat at the table, watching as you and Johnny moved around the kitchen, completely at ease.

Johnny was plating the food, tossing a cocky grin over his shoulder. “Y’know, I think I make a pretty good househusband.”

You laughed, setting a glass of whiskey in front of Simon. “Oh? And what does that make me?”

Johnny wiggled his brows. “A goddess.”

“An angel,” Simon muttered a tiny but proud smile on his face.

Simon huffed a quiet laugh afterwards, shaking his head.

But he saw the way your cheeks flushed.

You rolled your eyes, but your scent spiked with warmth.

Johnny set a plate in front of Simon before dropping into the seat next to him, pressing his thigh against Simon’s.

You settled in across from them, your gaze soft, affectionate, full of love.

Simon exhaled, the tension in his chest loosening.

This was his.

His Dove. His Omega.

His Flirt. His Beta.

His family.

He reached out, resting his hand over Johnny’s before extending it to you, brushing his fingers along your wrist.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Johnny squeezed his fingers.

You smiled, eyes shining.

Simon let himself breathe.

Let himself belong.

---

A Few Weeks Later – Johnny & Your POV

Simon was deployed on a short mission.

Nothing too dangerous.

Nothing too far.

But the house felt emptier without him.

You sat curled up on the couch, Johnny stretched out beside you, his head resting in your lap.

Your fingers carded through his hair, nails scratching gently along his scalp.

Johnny sighed, melting into your touch. But even as he relaxed, his scent held a familiar note of longing.

“He’ll be home soon,” you murmured.

Johnny turned his head, pressing a kiss to your wrist. “Aye. Just feels different without him.”

You traced your fingers along his jaw. “We should do something special when he gets back.”

Johnny grinned, eyes brightening.

“Aye,” he agreed. “I think he’d like that.”

Because Simon never asked for much.

But you and Johnny knew exactly what he needed.

And you’d always make sure he had it.

---

A Few Weeks Later – Simon’s POV

Simon stepped through the door, exhausted.

And then he smelled it.

Home.

His chest ached.

Then— arms wrapped around his waist.

Johnny. Solid, warm, grounding.

And then you, pressing against his side, your breath shaky as you buried your face in his neck.

Simon exhaled, letting his head drop against Johnny’s, his arm pulling you closer.

No words.

Just this.

Johnny kissed his jaw, whispering, “Welcome home, big guy.”

You pressed a soft kiss behind his ear. “We missed you.”

Simon’s fingers tightened around you both, voice low, rough, full of everything he couldn’t say.

“I missed you too.”

And for the first time in his life, Simon Riley knew

He was loved. He finally knew what everyone else always said they feel to be in love. To be with a pack that is full of love and is willing to share it with him.

In that moment, he knew he would never be alone again.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[bitchface24-7]

Salutations! I’m new to tumblr and I don’t know how this generally works, but the reason I even started to be here more was after Arcane’s ending

I downloaded the app moment I started reading your writing and other JAYVIK fanfic writers!! I admire your work and believe you have a lovely writing! I enjoy reading your works every time!

I’m embarrassed but I wanted to request a Jayvik x Reader with celebrating the reader’s birthday in some way, doesn’t matter how if it’s hurt to comfort or nsfw or anything (my birthday is today that’s why I ask, it’s bittersweet currently due to comments I’ve received n such) it’s all up to you! I’d be happy if you’d even read this! Thank you so much for your time and have a wonderful day!

YOUR SPECIAL DAY - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: it's your birthday today! Your boys spoil you to the best of their abilities, breakfast in bed, lounging all day, they even baked you a cake the previous night while you slept! The cake is plain, but it's the tastiest cake you've ever had.

warnings: fluffier than a cloud, pre-established relationships, spoiling, physical affection, a birthday everyone deserves, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. Awe I'm sorry your birthday today is bittersweet due to some people who are buttheads. Happy Birthday!! Ignore them! I hope this fluffy little fic brings you some joy on your special day, and to anyone else who needs a pick me up on their special days too! Xoxo love ya (thanks for the compliments also) ❤️

The sounds of pots and pans clanging together wake you up. You grumble, rubbing your face and running a hand over your head, moving your hair out of your face. You look over to the side and catch your alarm clock, it’s 12:00pm.

You’ve slept in, like, by a lot.

You damn near bolt out of bed until Jayce and Viktor casually stroll into the bedroom, your favourite breakfast on a tray for you to eat in bed.

“What’s all this?” You ask, your voice rough due to sleep; but there’s a light smile on your face. Viktor and Jayce look to one another before bursting out into laughter. You pout at them.

“It’s your birthday today. Did you honestly forget?”

You pause for a second. Your schedule has been so hectic lately, that you felt like you could barely breathe. Your eyes shift to the side as you innocently state, “No?” in a questioning tone, dragging out the vowel as your voice raises in pitch.

Jayce chuckles and places the tray over your lap, the small legs keeping it upright. He kisses your cheek and Viktor puts your favourite drink onto the tray. He kisses your forehead.

Damn. This is a pretty good way to wake up.

“Relax. Eat. Today is a day of lounging. Watching movies, going out to do some activities. Don't even attempt to think about work, that'll make me quite displeased.” Viktor states, his accent rolling across the words smoothly and elegantly. You quirk an eyebrow at him, “As if you're not constantly thinking about work, you hypocrite.”

“Touche.”

And with that, you eat your breakfast and your two boys keep you entertained.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Your birthday couldn't have gone any better. You did all your favourite activities, ate all your favourite food, and spent the day with your two favourite people.

It’s late into the evening by the time you all get home, a few movies are on your mind for you all to watch before heading to bed.

That is until you enter your home and see your boys rush to the kitchen. You just huff a laugh and take your shoes off, putting some slippers on you follow them to their mad dash of an escape.

What you see melts your heart.

It’s a cake. It's simple, with no wording or fancy icing techniques. It's clearly homemade and has a variety of different coloured candles.

It’s perfect.

Jayce and Viktor look sheepish, almost a little embarrassed. You shut that down real quick.

“You guys made me a cake? When?” You ask, your tone one of awe and appreciation. Jayce's shoulders slowly lower and Viktor lightly smiles. He hits Jayce's arm lightly and Jayce grunts in pain.

“I told you they'd like it!”

“Okay okay, you're right! I thought they'd like a nicer cake, that's all.”

“The sentiment means more than a pretty cake.”

You giggle as they bicker, and you wave your hands around a bit to catch their attention again, “Hello? First off, Viktor’s right. Second off, when did you make this? I would've seen you two baking in the kitchen.”

Viktor humphs in triumph and Jayce looks at the two of you fondly, “We made it last night while you slept.”

“You were so exhausted that you slept right through it! Believe me, we made quite a bit of noise. Jayce then had the brilliant idea of you getting breakfast in bed so you wouldn't see the cake in the fridge.”

“Then Viktor had the great idea to take you out, so that way we’d keep the cake a surprise. We'd do activities and eat at our favourite restaurant as well.”

You feel like crying. They're so sweet. So thoughtful. You don't know how you got so lucky.

You rub your nose discreetly as they light the candles, and start to sing happy birthday. Usually you find this part really awkward. You're just kind of there as people sing to you.

But right now, your heart is so full of love you don't even notice. When they're done, you can't help but beam a grin at them and lightly bend over to get closer to the cake. You close your eyes, make your wish, and blow out the candles.

When you open your eyes, all the candles are smoking. You got them all in one shot.

Viktor smiles and takes the candles out as Jayce prepares to cut the cake. You get the first slice, you wait a moment so your boys have their slice as well before taking a big cut with your fork and putting it in your mouth.

It's the most delicious cake you've ever had.

Honestly, what did you do to deserve them? You rant and rave over their cake as they blush and smile and your compliments, casually strolling to the couch where you three debate what movie to watch.

This day couldn't have gone any better.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Hope you all have had a good day, and that this little fluffy fic makes every ones birthday just a bit sweeter.

[thegreatgatslin]

UNDER THE TABLE - k. yukimiya x reader (18+)

tw: afab reader, public sex, fingering, cum eating (at the end) karasu and otoya cameo because i said so, it’s okay though they don’t find out, kenyu is a little shit, also ooc?? || wc: 1k-ish || divider creds @cafekitsune

you’ve always known that your boyfriend kenyu yukimiya isn’t always the good boy he seems to be.

sure, in front of the camera’s he’s bastard münchen’s golden boy - he hasn’t been carded on the pitch a single time to date, mind you - and he’s a literal model, so he kind of has to put on his ‘good-boy’ charm for the cameras; it’s his job. and he’s always a perfect gentleman to you.

but there are also times when he lets a different side of himself show. gossiping about his teammates (which you secretly kind of enjoy listening to), and sneaking out after his curfews to see you. sometimes he even goes so far as to lean down, lips brushing your ear, and whisper something truly scandalous, making you blush furiously.

this, though? this takes the cake.

you squirm in your seat, glaring at kenyu, who just offers you a picture-perfect smile. how does he still have his poker face on when he knows damn well what he’s doing to you?

when he knows that under your skirt, under your panties -

“hey.” karasu waves his hand in front of your face, a look of concern on his own. “ya holding up alright? yer a little… off t’day.”

“stomachache,” you grit out. otoya shoots you what might be a sympathetic look.

“had some dodgy seafood last night,” kenyu chimes in, and you clench your jaw at the sound of his voice. “she hasn’t been feeling well since.”

“go to the bathroom if ya need,” karasu advises gently. “we can order for ya.”

“that’s very - kind of you!” the last few words come out an octave higher as the vibrator buzzes against your clit, causing you to clench around nothing. you sit up ramrod straight, pressing your thighs together to quell the sensation, but it’s no use. how can you act like everything’s normal when you’re on the verge of climaxing?

kenyu acts like he’s none the wiser about what’s happening, and to your absolute horror, he opens the app controlling your vibe and turns the fucking intensity down, keeping the vibe on, then sets his phone face down on the table beside him.

“you sure?” he says, feigning concern as he places a large palm on your thigh, thumb brushing the soft skin there. “i can bring you, if you need -”

and you want to scream at him, or slap him or something, because to karasu and otoya, kenyu just seems like a loving boyfriend. but to you? oh, he’s your torturer. putting his hand on your thigh like that, so tantalisingly close to where your slick is pooling in your panties.

and it’s as if he can read your mind, because he’s sliding his palm up your thigh and under your skirt (you shiver at the feeling, melting into his touch), hooking his thumb under the waistband of your underwear, pushing the vibrator up against your clit, increasing the pressure in the process.

you inhale sharply, thighs inadvertently squeezing around his wrist as you scrabble at the tablecloth, pulling it over your lower half to make sure no one else in the restaurant sees.

“good girl,” he murmurs, and you think you might just die.

“will you relax a little for me, darling?” his fingers are already at the entrance of your soaked hole, collecting the slick there. and you nod, whining quietly, feeling him push in slowly. you bite your inner lip when he finds your g-spot within seconds, strumming your walls expertly with his deft fingers.

you glance over at karasu and otoya, breathing heavily for fear of being noticed, but they seem to be preoccupied with something on the latter’s phone.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” you whimper, grabbing onto his forearm, and you’re sure you must look absolutely pathetic right now, looking up at him with big doe eyes, unable to say anything but his name. “kenyu- i -”

but the sly bastard is starting a conversation with his friends now, chatting and laughing and turning up the speed on your vibe as his fingers piston in and out of your leaking cunt, all with that winning smile on his face.

“and we saw it happen right in front of our eyes, and i told her, isn’t that going overboard just a little?” kenyu laughs now, his pace only quickening as you squeeze around his long fingers, his fingers that are currently your undoing. “i mean, it’s kind of unbecoming of young people nowadays to show such affection in public, right? he was practically devouring her face, wasn’t he?” he looks towards you, expectant of a response. “wasn’t he?”

yeah, as if you aren’t currently doing much worse in a public place, where we could be caught so easily -

“yeah, he was,” you breathe. “just - really goin’ to town on her, y’know.” karasu snorts.

“alright, alright, we know you two virgins would never do anything of the sort,” otoya deadpans, eliciting a snicker from karasu. “seriously, guys, you just gotta fuck already.”

oh, otoya, if only you knew… 

kenyu shakes his head in mock reproach, smiling softly as he bullies his fingers into your syrupy cunt. “don’t say such crude things in front of a lady, otoya,” he chides.

between the delicious stimulation from the vibrator, the press of his fingers against your spongy spot, and the knowledge that you might get caught at any moment - it’s all pushing you to the edge. too hard, too fast.

“ken,” you gasp, eyes pleading - though you don’t know what you’re pleading for, exactly. “i think i’m - m’gonna -”

and it’s at this point he leans down to whisper into your ear -

“cum for me, my good girl.”

and you do.

it’s like sparks dancing before your eyes as you gush around him, maybe better than most of the orgasms he’s previously given you, to your chagrin.

he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, and you know that under the tablecloth he’s spreading them, feeling your essence like sticky webs between them. and as sit there, catching your breath, and wonder how he’s going to explain the sticky mess on his fingers to his friends -

the bastard knocks his fork off the table with his elbow, and as he bends down to pick it up - and licks his fingers clean of your cum, not breaking eye contact with you.

you gulp hard, feeling heat pool in your stomach at the undeniably lewd sight. kenyu simply smiles serenely at you, straightening up with his fork in hand.

“right, shall we order?”

a/n: okay so what the fu-

© thegreatgatslin || ✦ M.LIST ✦

[threebea]

Tiny Obi-Wan and Yoda just sat down somewhere having extremely Old Man conversations.

Mace: ....

Obi-Wan: you cannot imagine the things I can eat. No problem. No stomach upset. The fact Dex hasn't opened his diner yet is a travisty.

Yoda: Decades in exile subsisting on frogs I have been.

Obi-Wan: Yes, but those are good for you.

Yoda: Desire cake I do. One hundred years too late for it we are. Rubbing it in you are.

Obi-Wan: Well there must be some silver linings. The knees are nice too, but I can't reach anything.

Yoda: hmph, perspective you have gained perhaps?

Obi-Wan: not at this height.

Yoda: (laughs and gives him gentle whack with his cane) lost your cheek you have not, Master Kenobi

⭐

Obi-Wan: (notices Mace) oh, Master, please join us.

Mace: ... (Sits down)

Obi-Wan: (Sighs like an old man) I must say I'm glad not to be on the council at the moment. Have you read my proposal on Hutt investments portfolios? I know you're busy with Xanatos' nonsense, but if we move soon we could prevent Jabba from gaining ground in thirty years.

Mace: you should be learning how to mix colours with paint, not sending me paperwork in the middle of the night, Master Kenobi.

Obi-Wan: (gestures to neat paint pallet with colours mixed) I already know how to do that.

Yoda: doubt that I do. Knowing is not understanding.

Obi-Wan: that doesn't even mean anything. You can't tease me just because I'm small now.

Yoda: size matters not. Tease you I always will.

Obi-Wan: well that's true (eye roll)

Mace: I have enough paperwork Kenobi. Stop sending me paperwork.

Obi-Wan: well I would send it to another Master, but you're the only one that knows of my predicament and you won't let me use your name, and Master Yoda has always been awful with written proposals, no one would believe it.

Yoda (has brought out the paints Obi-Wan had with him and has started mixing colours)

Mace: Master you can't just mix paint on the tile!

Yoda: fear the mess it will make, hmm?

Obi-Wan: you're impossible. (Starts doing it as well) I never enjoyed making a mess, even at this age.

Yoda: fear of the future that is.

Obi-Wan: here he goes.

Yoda: to live in the moment, without fear of the mess of the future, that is the way of a Jedi.

Mace: (watches the two of them paint pictures on the ground. It's a complete mess)

Obi-Wan: I don't fear the future.

Yoda: hah!

Obi-Wan: I'm stressed! Stressed isn't the same thing as fear.

Yoda: come from fear stress does. Anxiety. Make a cloud you should.

Obi-Wan: (examines his tile of art work, adds a cloud)

Yoda: stress Master Mace has trouble with too. (Pointedly looking at Mace who is just watching the mess unfold)

Mace: (sighs, takes the hint, sits on the floor and dips his finger in the purple Obi-Wan mixed) I have many things to do.

Yoda: but right now you are painting.

Mace: I can't tell if you're both being serious or messing with me.

Obi-Wan: it can be both, Master. (Makes a face) I'm going to have blue hands for a week.

Mace: have you always been anxious, Master Kenobi? You always seem very confident and composed. It was eerie when we first met, seeing a child so poised.

Obi-Wan: yes, well I don't want anyone to know I'm anxious. Too many people rely on me.

Yoda: like someone else that is.

Mace: well... Right now you're at an age you don't need to be so independent.

Obi-Wan: I'm older than you are, Master. My crude matter doesn't reflect who I am inside. I can't just turn off my worries. It was easier in the end. In the desert... But it's hard to grasp now. I found my balance and peace, but in the here and now I find myself at odds with my knowledge. Every stray thought and memory of something that could be changed for the better.

Mace: changing the future is dangerous.

Obi-Wan: not changing it is more dangerous.

Mace: if you become obsessed you risk losing yourself. You need an anchor.

Obi-Wan: I know. (Focuses back on his painting) The future is always in motion. I am not changing anything. I am simply existing in the now. The ripples for good or ill can rarely be controlled or focused. However is it not my duty to follow where the Force has led me and do good?

Mace: ... (I feel very young suddenly)

Yoda: talk too much you do, Master Kenobi.

Obi-Wan: well it's been awhile since anyone has been kind enough to listen, Master Yoda. Force knows you don't have the attention for it.

Yoda: accuse me of senility do you? Focused I am on the present (gestures at his paint mess). Rambling on the old days you are.

Obi-Wan: who is the more senile? The old man or the old man that tries to talk to him?

Mace: (looking at the five year old who just said that. He has a splotch of blue paint on his cheek) no more proposals in the middle of the night, Kenobi. You'll get an ulcer at six.

Obi-Wan: (prim and proper) and when exactly did you get your first stress ulcer Master Windu?

Yoda: (laughs) twenty-two he was.

Mace: just paint.

Terrible Fic Ideas #3: Re-Entry, but make it Obi-Wan and Yoda

If you've not noticed by now, I'm the biggest sucker for Time Travel Fix-Its that ever existed, and one of my absolute favorites is the Re-Entry series by the ever-wonderful flamethrower. In that series, post-RotJ Obi-Wan and Anakin are sent back to 4 years before TPM to save the Republic, and it's an absolutely wonderful ride. But one thing I've always wanted is Yoda to be thrown back in time in one of these fix-its.

Imagine it:

Yoda is the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. He has the ability to make lasting changes to the order in a way that young Padawan or newly knighted Obi-Wan alone couldn't. He's also had ~25 years alone in a swamp without even the passing human contact Obi-Wan got on Tatooine to reflect on all the things that went wrong, and stuck around as a Force Ghost at least until TLJ.

Not that I imagine TLJ happening in this AU - to kick it off I imagine Luke not managing to make it off the second Death Star after Anakin dies, and Anakin and Leia's anguish in the Force managing to hurl the watching Force ghosts into the pasts, where they can keep Luke's death from ever happening.

And so you have Yoda and Obi-Wan being thrown back to, say, 52 BBY. Obi-Wan, now only five years old, wakes his crechemate's up with a "vision", and for decades afterwards the younglings swear that on certain nights you can year an echo of absolute and complete anguish in the Force.

But the end result is the same: 5 year old Obi-Want has his memories of the next 52 years alive and 4 additional years of being a Force ghost. The transition is somewhat less abrupt for Yoda, who is 800+ at this time.

Unlike Re-Entry, the only one Yoda and Obi-Wan tell (at least at first) that they've traveled through time is Mace - and only then because Obi-Wan is very obviously not a normal 5 year old anymore. (And even then it's more of an accident Mace finds out. Instead Yoda just sort of pushes Mace at Obi-Wan "to help him get a handle on his visions and train him in the ways of the Force", and in the end Mace finally puts two and two together after sort of assuming he's just going crazy or being punked.)

Actually, confused!babysitter Mace is half the drive for this plot bunny. He's so confused and Yoda is being even more of a troll than usual, and he's not prepared at all to deal with such a small child, but honestly half the time it feels like Obi-Wan is the one taking care of him, and just so much confusion.

Together, between Yoda being the Grandmaster and Obi-Wan's weaponized cuteness as a youngling, they are able to prevent some things that contribute to the fall of the Republic. (Galidraan et al).

Obi-Wan is taken as Mace's Padawan fairly young, and no one really considers it too be too odd how good he is so young given that Mace was his Master and Yoda's been his mentor since the creche, but he's definitely considered to be an odd child. As one might expect of a ~60 year old being suddenly stuffed into his 5 year old body. When it eventually comes out that he's a time traveler, it answers a lot things people didn't realize they were questioning.

But mostly confused!babysitter Mace, troll!Yoda, and baby!Obi-Wan.

As always, feel free to adopt the bunny. Just link if you end up doing anything with it.

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[mitsua]

TIME FOR DESSERT!

synopsis: izuku with an s/o who likes to cook desserts frequently (0.46k)

so we all know about that whole thing that izuku sees himself doing with a partner? the crepes thing? and what would happen if his very own partner knows and likes to cook them frequently?

crepes, cupcakes, pies, brownies, cakes, you name it. You've liked cooking since you remember, little by little you got more interested in the sweet side of cook so from then on, you learned hundreds of recipes!

we cannot forget to mention that everyone who's tasted your pastries has fallen in love with them at the first bite, they always end up asking if you've ever thought of opening a cafe or a bakery yourself.

probably you cooked sweet breakfasts and lunch for yourself when you grew up going to school, prefering your cooking or due to absent parents by those times, whatever reason, all your classmates and friends would come up to you and ask for a taste to the mouth-watering food you brought—highschool being no exception.

izuku would compliment your food every time he eats it, when you first started dating and you offered a bit with the same fork or spoon you used in front of all your friends he'd get all nervous and take the food quickly, his hands rapidly finding their way to cover his burning cheeks, he stutters a small thank you and you'd smile softly because of the cuteness overdose he gives you.

wether you open a bakery or cafe, or not, be sure Izuku would be with you all the way as much as he can while working. he'd ask if you need any ingredients when he's on his way home and goes to grab it to the market.

you'd surprise him on each of your anniversaries with a new recipe or commemorating an old one. some other days, on your early couple days, you'd ask izuku which dessert does he want you to cook and he'd get embarrassed or nervous about anything he could answer you with—so you'd end up choosing for both of you and with him helping you in the kitchen even as you told him multiple times that there's no need since you offered to make yourself.

he wouldn't budge so you let him, and till the date, if he's present when you get cooking, he'd offer a hand in anything you need help with the excuse of "it'd be faster this way" everytime. however, he sneaks some kisses throughout the process and if the recipe asks to put the food in the oven, mind that izuku will have his arms wrapped around your waist until the clock beeps again.

after all, i think izuku is a great partner to have if you like baking or cooking in general—all those muscles crave your food now!

repost from my @mitsuas-priv account 2024. likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

[007chan]

dream of me

"i've missed you y'know."

sunoo felt his face get warm at riki's words. he had no idea those four simple words could make him feel so flustered. sunoo smiles at the younger cheekily, "yeah? didn't know you liked me that much."

riki snickers, sticking his fork into sunoo's half eaten cake. "you're not denying it?" sunoo asks with a tilt of his head. the younger shakes head disapprovingly and lets out a dramatic sigh, "and to think i was about to invite you to my game friday."

a part of sunoo wants to bring up riki's sudden change in the subject yet he feels too giddy over the idea of riki wanting him to be at his game to even mention it. "i'd love to go." sunoo says, shyness clear in his voice. riki looks down at his hands timidly a small smile forming on his face. "would you wear my jersey?" riki asks, his cheeks turning a pale pink.

sunoo looks up at riki so fast he swears he gets whiplash, "you're what?" sunoo watches as a flash of panic washes over riki's features. "my jersey. it's a tradition for players who are dating, it's good luck or something." riki scratches his neck awkwardly, "it was stupid. forget i said anything." the taller flushes deeper as he turns his attention back to his cake. sunoo lets out a soft laugh reaching over to poke riki's forehead gently, "i'll wear your jersey, idiot." a calm comfortable silence falls over them as they eat. sunoo can feel riki's not so subtle gaze on him making his already present blush deepen.

he can't wait for friday.

SUMMARY: riki has seen many things as sunoo's neighbor. he's seen him late for school rushing out the door, he's seen him help his mother bring in groceries, and he's even seen him get dropped off by friends. what riki hasnt seen is sunoo asking him to be his fake boyfriend.

#sawry for the late update ^-^ plz forgive me

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[pixiedurango]

Hello! When your time allows, may I request: A series of written 'friendly reminders' by Lucanis to the rest of the Veilguard on what they should and should not do in the kitchen. (i.e do not wash the cast iron, do not put out grease fires with water, do not let Assan into the pantry unsupervised, do not let Manfred climb into the oven, any others etc) Thank you for your consideration :3 (bonus points if the notes successively get more agitated in tone or are directed towards specific people)

Ding Dong, Antivan Postal Service with a special delivery.

It's more like an open letter to the team this time. And I hope you are ok with how it turned out. Enjoy!

Transcript:

To whom it may concern. That means everybody at the Lighthose! I kindly ask you to (in no particular order):

Put things back to the spot where you took them from (I use to have a system designed for efficiency)

Don’t throw away the used coffee grounds. (They are natural fertilizer for Harding’s plants. Collect in the pot next to the coffee station)

Don’t let Assan roam free in the kitchen.

In fact, don’t let Assan into the kitchen at all.

Same goes for Manfred. (Not for hygienical reasons, but we don’t want him to climb into the kindled oven again)

Don’t leave mushy, half rotten fruits in the baskets if you happen to find one (Fruit flies are a menace to get rid of)

Don’t leave food uncovered (same reason)

Don’t cut meats on the vegetable board and vice versa (Out of respect for Emmrich and because its gross and unhygienic) The boards are labeled!

You are very welcome to drop by and study, discuss and write at the kitchen table (as long as you don’t leave and forget your things there. Looking at you Bel and Emmrich)

May I suggest, that we agree on storing the new bought goods BEHIND the ones we already have in the pantry? Otherwise the older things will never be used and it would be a shame to waste good food

We don’t make out in the kitchen! (Looking at you, Taash and Harding! Give a man some peace, I beg you!)

No mixing poisons in the kitchen! (It’s an honorable craft, but please, Rook, just don’t)

Carving is a fine hobby, but please clean up after yourself (That means you, Davrin)

Yes, my kitchen knives ARE sharp. Always! I tend to them. You don’t have to test before using them. You’ll end up hurting yourself.

On the same note: Don’t throw used knives into the sink with soapy water. Remember they are sharp and you can’t see them under the foam. You’ll get hurt.

I appreciate your help, Taash, but please refrain from kindling the fires like this… (you know what I mean…)

Wash your hands after chopping Chillies. Especially BEFORE using the BATHROOM. (I will explain if I must, but try to use your imagination before asking.)

It is never a good idea, to pour water into hot oil. (Ask Harding, she knows!)

Never cook bacon naked. (1. For obvious reasons 2.The flaming hot grease drizzles might seriously hurt you)

The RED cloth is for drying dishes

The GREEN cloth is for drying fruit and vegetables (you wash your fruits and vegs before eating and cooking them, right? RIGHT?)

The BLUE cloth is for cleaning surfaces.

DON’T MIX THOSE CLOTHS!

Don’t eat anything that has grown a white or green fur! (That goes for you, too, Rook! No discussion about toxins and immunity.)

Cookie dough and cake batter is not a treat. Don’t eat it raw. You will end up sick. Wait for the baked goods. (Looking at you, Bellara, Neve, Harding and Rook!)

I noticed, some of you use the same oil for everything. Don’t do that. You can’t heat the Antivan cold pressed extra virgin olive oil the way you need in order to grill meat or fry chips. I will label the oil-carafes accordingly.

Thank you! Sincerely, your friend - Lucanis

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[ilylillies]

I LOVE pound CAKE so MUCH!!! It tastes SO good with the ICING too!! It brings back a LOT of memories when my MOM first MADE it!! It tasted WONDERFUL, SWEET, VANILLA-Y if you want to call it. Its REALLY good I LOVE POUND CAKE.

Oh yeah, what’s your FAVORITE CAKE?

Cant call myself devoted if I always make the mistake of holding your hand in my claws.

What are YOUR FAVORITE COLORS? My FAVORITE colors are, BLUE, PINK, YELLOW, and BLACK!!! I LOVE PINK, BLUE, and YELLOW because they make the most PRETTIEST, MOST BEAUTIFUL SUNSETS!!

My FAVORITE LANDSCAPE ( I don’t know if it counts, but I’ll just say it anyway for the internet gods to notice, ) is a CORAL REEF!! I actually like any marine landscape because the LUMINESCENTE and MAGIC of the UNDERWATER is a FANTASMICAL sight to SEE!! What are YOUR FAVORITE LANDSCAPES??

My FAVORITE MUSICAL GENRES are ELECTRONIC, FUNK, HIP-HOP, INDIE, I THINK ACOUSTIC, SOMETIMES ROCK, I really just like about ANYTHING at this point cause WHAT ELSE AM I DOING IN MY LIFE??? What are YOUR FAVORITE MUSICAL GENRES?

My FAVORITE GAMES are THE SPLATOON FRANCHISE, GREAT GOD GROVE, MOUTHWASHING, ANIMAL CROSSING:NEW HORIZONS, and ROBLOX as of what I can remember right now. What are YOUR FAVORITE GAMES??

My TOP SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS are TUMBLR, REDNOTE, and FACEBOOK because Im like I guess a weirdo, JUST KIDDING I DONT USE FACEBOOK, I cant check TUMBLR until the end of the week and I don’t even have TT cause TT is kinda in deep with politics and stuff so yeeaahh.

My FAVORITE franchises as of RIGHT NOW are GREAT GOD GROVE, MOUTHWASHING, REGRETEVATOR, SPLATOON, I think I’m still in WELCOME HOME a bit here and there, I.O.N OBJECT SHOW, OBJECT SHOW COMMUNITY (OSC), and thats all I got for now. What are YOUR FAVORITE FRANCHISES??

SONGS I LIKE are NEW DROP by DON TOLIVER, HEART BEAT by CHILDISH GAMBINO, (This IS WHERE I GET WEIRD) ANTHEMS FOR A 17 YEAR OLD by BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE, SOUK EYE, BROKEN, SHE’S MY COLLAR, and the one and only TOMORROW COMES TODAY by GORILLAZ (I told you its getting weird) HEADLOCK by IMOGEN, AH AH by SYLENDENNA, RAINCOAT & DIRTY CAR by STUDIO KILLERS, SARAH, TREEHOUSE, HARVEY, SANDY, 16 MIRRORS, and MIS by ALEX G, CORBON AMODIO’S LUCY (Bingo bango bayber) I THINK I LIKE WHEN IT RAINS by WILLIS (Now were really falling, WHY DOES MY PHONE SMELL LIKE METAL) (sorry im adding so much words for algoridunm to word count) uhh uh um LAGTRAIN INFECTED MIX by JORJ1357 I think you know enough, what are SONG YOU LIKE?

My FAVORITE HOBBIES are DRAWING, ANIMATING, USING PINTEREST, WATCHING HOOPS AND YOYO, and other FRANCHISES, EATING, PLAYING ROBLOX OR SOME OF MY OTHER FAVORITE GAMES like SPLATOON, READING WEBCOMICS, USING INSTAGRAM, LITERALLY MY PHONE, LOOKING AT PEOPLE ENJOYING THEIR LIVES SKATEBOARDING AND URBEX EXPLORING WHILE WEARING COOL CLOTHES AND LIVING COOL LIVES AND IM OVER HERE NOT KNOWING BASIC HYGIENE Help me

My FAVORITE FRUITS are WATERMELON, APPLES, BANANAS, and ORANGES because their all SWEET, APPLES, ORANGES, and WATERMELONS are HONEY CRISP and JUICY, BANANAS are SOFT yet PUNGENT in such a WAY I don’t know how to DESCRIBE.

My FAVORITE SEASONS are ALL the seasons. FALL gives a homey vibe where you listen to acoustics and wear cute layered clothes. WINTER is a time where I watch people slip on the ground early in the morning, get to wear warm clothes and snuggle inside my blanket while scrolling on my phone. SPRING, a time of rebirth, anew, a time where flowers, lakes, nature, get to glisten from the death of winter, a time for new days. SUMMER is my utmost FAVORITE time of the year, as it brings out old nostalgia of memories with my cousins, the beautiful weather, the MUSIC is amazing, Its a beautiful time to enjoy. What are YOUR FAVORITE SEASONS?? Cant wait to find out!!

My FAVORITE songs are 16 MIRRORS by ALEX G, AH? AH! By SYLENDANNA, WAIT A MINUETE by WILLOW, SHES MY COLLAR by GORILLAZ, also my FAVORITE BAND so far, GOD IS CALLING ME BACK HOME by KING GIZZARD AND THE LIZARD WIZARD, I havent listened to many of their songs but this one I heard from YUGO LIMBO, creator of Smile for me Dr Habit and Great God Grove, when they made a trailer for their psychedelic horror comic, and I though it was pretty nice, I REALLY like Lost so—

—ul down x Floki, and uhh looks like Pinterest’s word limit is here, I gotta go byeee.

My FAVORITE type of IMAGINARY WEATHER is when it’s RAINING on a SUNSETTING afternoon. Although Ive never SEEN it, a SUNSET RAINBOW out on a CLIFF, or off in the DISTANCE of a CITY would be a PLEASANT sight to see. Whats YOUR FAVORITE imaginary WEATHER??

WHAT are YOUR FAVORITE FLAVORS?? My FAVORITE FLAVORS are VANILLA, HAZELNUT, CHOCOLATE, WATERMELON, and BUBBLEGUM!!

My FAVORITE DRINKS are SLUSHIES, ORANGE FANTA and ROOT BEER SODA, HOT CHOCOLATE, or, COCOA, BATTERY ACID DRINK from tiktok with the SMOKY ICE, OREO MILKSHAKES, and WATERMELON SODA.

My FAVORITE BUBBLE GUM FLAVORS are the ORIGINAL, JUICY FRUIT, CINNAMON, WATERMELON, BUBBLE YUM is my FAVORITE BRAND of BUBBLE GUM other than HUBBA BUBBA and DUBBLE BUBBLE. I also like POP ROCKS.

What are YOUR FAVORITE BUBBLEGUM FLAVOR or FLAVORS?

A Palestinian prisoner from Zionist occupation prisons... Zionism is terrorism.

Zionists are truly disgusting oppressors. They kill, torture and imprison Palestinians just because they are Palestinians and do not want to leave their homeland. They torture them beyond your imagination. They don't care whether the other person is a woman, child or baby. They have no conscience or common sense. If there is an zionist near you, protect yourself from him/her/ something

Free, free Palestine! 🇵🇸

[allllium]

Hi! I'm not sure if requests are open, but if they aren't feeling free to ignore this.

So my birthday was on the more recent side (the 19th) and, most my birthdays (this year included) ive ended up crying and with everyone doing more important things so I end up with like maybe 1-3 people who celebrate it like a week late, and as a result I just don't tell people my birthday,,

So I was thinking sirius x reader where they're still both crushing on each other and he finds out he missed readers birthday for the aforementioned reasons jdkdkdksjdk

I'm sorry if it's a odd request, and it's totally chill if you don't do this. thank you for your time, and I hope you have a good day/night and don't forget to stretch, eat and drink some water!

~ this isn't an odd request at all, I get this feeling a lot. I have cried on every single birthday I can remember so I definitely get you. Either way I really hope you had a good birthday and hopefully the next one will be even better.

~ Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Time to Celebrate

~ Sirius is very offended he didn't get to celebrate your birthday

You don't even know how long you've been friends with Sirius. One day his friend James, got a crush on your friend Lily, and the rest is history.

That being said, you've never told them your birthday. Year after year went by and you thought there was no point to bring it up. Telling them your birthday meant pressure and expectations. It meant being possibly being ignored and being alone once again even though you shouldn't be.

Over the years of growing closer to Sirius, he's never even asked. You don't blame him. He has a lot going on. You can't expect your birthday to be on his list of high priorities.

Sirius feels different.

The only friend that knows your birthday is Lily. You should've known this would happen eventually.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you!" Sirius yells as he runs down the hall in your direction.

"Is that a trick question?" You ask, turning to face Sirius. "And is the running really necessary?"

"Why didn't you tell me about your birthday!?"

"You never asked." You say simply and wait as he slows to a walk and reaches you.

"That's a good reason and you know it. Explain please." He practically demands.

"I didn't think it was necessary. It's just a day."

"No it's not. It's a celebration."

"When's the last time you wanted to celebrate your birthday without James making you?"

"That's not the point!"

"It kinda is." You roll your eyes with a small smirk, and turn to walk away.

"But it's important." He follows right behind you. "You're important."

You stop walking for a split second, "It's just never been a big thing for me. I've never really had anyone to celebrate with." You shrug.

"But now you do." His voice has an upset tone laced somewhere in it.

"I know. I just- I didn't want to risk it."

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds. "Well come on then, we have a couple of birthdays to make up for."

He grabs your hand to pull you with him.

"Right now? We have class, Sirius."

"We have classes all the time, It'll be fine."

He takes you out of the school to get things like cake and decorations.

Something for every year he missed.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

um- can we have shadow with a reader who gets chronic headaches- theg didnt tell shadow until they got one bad enough to cause tears because they are so used to headaches at that point- and shadow is a gentle fluffy bot there to help

“I’m Always Here to Help”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: You always wound up with chronic headaches on the worst of days. Luckily you had your partner to help you out this time.

Notes: More fluff, more fluff, more fluff! I hope you enjoy, anon!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

(TW for swearing, but only for one bit of dialogue.)

– – – – – – – – – – – –

Blinking your eyes open, you take in your surroundings, groaning a bit as you rub your forehead with your pointer finger and thumb.

You woke up with one of your chronic headaches.

Great.

The room around you is a bit dark, but there’s sunlight peeking through your curtain.

…Unfortunately right onto your face.

You put your arm over your eyes, letting off a sigh.

It’s fine, you’ve dealt with your headaches before.

You sit up from your bed, uncovering your face, and trudge off of the bed with a small yawn.

You head out of your room, entering the kitchen, seeing your partner, Shadow, making breakfast. From what it smells like, he’s making bacon and eggs.

“Morning, [Name],” Shadow says. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, I did,” you mutter. “You?”

“It was decent,” Shadow replies. “Sleeping beside you always makes it better.”

You let off a smile at that.

“Could you put four pieces of bread in the toaster?” Shadow asks.

“Sure thing,” you say.

You open the bread and pop the four pieces into the toaster, pushing the button down.

…Only for it to come back up.

Confused, you look at the dial, and surely enough, it’s at its usual spot.

You then check if it’s plugged in, which it’s not.

You plug it in and push the button down again, and it works this time.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief. You didn’t want to have to buy a new toaster.

After about a minute, the toast is done, and you butter each piece, placing two each on a plate just as Shadow finishes the food.

The two of you eat your breakfast, chatting about whatever, and after eating, Shadow quickly does the dishes, and the two of you head off to the couch to watch something.

…Only for Shadow to get a call on his communicator.

Grumbling, Shadow answers the call.

“What do you-”

“Shads! Sorry for the sudden call, but we could really use some backup!” the voice of Sonic says.

“And you couldn’t call any of your friends?” Shadow asks.

“Yeahh, about that- They’re all already here,” Sonic says. “You’re the last one I could call.”

Shadow lets out a sigh.

“On my way,” Shadow says, ending the call. “I’ll be back.”

“Stay safe, okay?” you request.

Shadow nods before Chaos Controlling away.

You let off a sigh of your own. You would’ve hoped hanging out with your partner would get rid of your headache, but now that was cancelled.

So you have to find some other way to get rid of your headache. So be it.

You start off by drinking some water and taking two pain relievers, which unfortunately will take a while to kick in, so now you need to pass the time.

Maybe…you could go on a run? No, your headache would get worse from that.

You could…clean the house? No, Shadow does that during his spare time.

May…be…baking?

Yes! Baking would be great!

Baking isn’t stressful, surely?

Besides, you can make something nice for you and Shadow to enjoy!

Getting out the ingredients to make a chocolate cake, you get to work.

Eggs, baking powder, flour, sugar-

Oops.

A bit too much sugar.

That’s okay, you can deal with that much.

A bit of vanilla extract, chocolate, and…

Okay! All mixed!

Pouring the mixture into a baking pan, you set it in the oven and let it bake for the required time while you make the frosting.

You put on your oven mitts to take the cake out, and-

…Wait, why does it smell like something’s burning?!

You quickly open the oven, and black smoke comes out of it, causing you to cough, backing away from the smoke while waving the smoke away from your eyes.

Once the smoke subsides you fall to your knees.

The tears from not only the pain of your headache, but from losing the cake you worked hard on, start pouring out of your eyes, and you choke out a sob.

You feel a pair of arms quickly wrap around you, and you turn around almost as fast, burying your head into your partner’s chest as you let the tears fall.

“Shhh, I’m here,” Shadow says. “Let it out. I’m not going anywhere.”

He holds you in his arms until you stop crying, and you let out a sad sigh.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Shadow asks.

“I…yeah,” you mutter. “I just…of course the day I want to do something nice for us is when I have a chronic headache…”

Shadow kisses your forehead before putting his hand on your cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, sunshine,” Shadow says.

“Eh, it’s not your fault…The pain medicine finally decided to kick in, anyway, so it’s not as bad,” you tell him, leaning into his touch. “How did the fight go?”

“Kicked Eggman’s ass,” Shadow says nonchalantly. “Also got to see the Faker get his shit wrecked, so that was funny.”

You let out a chuckle at the mental image of this.

Even though you two had vastly different days, at least you could always come home to each other to make each other’s day.

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

THAT'S SO COOL I LOVE THAT YOU COLOR CODED IT

And i think you were spot on with the characters too!!

Guys whats one song you associate my au

I'm bored, lets make a playlist

[boybandbaby]

The Sweet Escape Part III

911 AU (Prince!Evan Buckley x Fem!Baker!Reader)

previous part

word count: 1926

warnings/tags: angst (I’m a pick me with the way I love the dramatics), classist comment, as always if I miss anything lmk

note: this is a short chapter

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

You’re anxious to deliver today and hoping Buck isn’t waiting for you. Though, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see him. After yesterday, your crush is no longer just that but is fully realized and developed into love for him.

You can’t say you didn’t try, you almost got engaged to the man. You think Buck might know that you actually do have feelings for him even if you didn’t outright state it.

Somewhere between the lines of your statement, “It’ll never work between us. We come from different worlds. We’re too different” lies a confession, you think. One that says I want to be with you but it’ll be too hard and I’ll never live up to the expectations people have for me as your wife.

You think he might actually be in love with you too. “She’s perfect for me.” He had said. All the years of his antics and kitchen visits might be saying everything he can’t.

None of that matters now. He’s engaged. And not to you.

As you descend the stairs, the place just the previous night where yours and Buck’s hearts broke, you hear Bobby explaining the process of making a perfect omelette to Buck. You know he’s there because of course he’s asking questions while Bobby speaks, impatient for knowledge.

“Good morning.” You smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Hi.” Buck breathes airily, grabbing the box from you.

“Thanks.” You don’t fight him like you usually do, something about being a strong independent woman who doesn’t need his help. Your hands graze each others as you pass him the box.

“Hi Bobby.” You wave to him, hoping to act as normal as you possibly can. “What’s for breakfast?”

You already know but you need any conversation to fill the space.

“Omelettes. Would you like one?” He asks, eyes flickering between you and Buck. Buck has already told him everything that happened yesterday, made sure to do it before you arrived.

“Yes, please. If that’s okay.” You quietly state.

Bobby is surprised as you’ve always turned down his offers to eat. He figures you’ve had a long night and he can see it on your face. He asks what you’d like in yours and you tell him.

Buck is surprisingly quiet as he watches you slip gloves on. You pass him a pair and silently work side by side as he hands you each baked good from the box.

“Congratulations, by the way.” You whisper, only for him to hear.

“Oh… yeah, thanks.” He matches your volume.

“And thank you for inviting me. I never got to say that last night.”

“I’m sorry about the way things turned out. I hope you know I never would’ve put you in that position had I known it was going be like that.” He holds onto your hand instead of handing you the next pastry.

“I don’t blame you for anything, Buck. Your parents are who they are and they have their beliefs and we can’t change that.” You smile softly, pulling your hands from his. “Plus, they’re thinking about what’s best for everyone.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

“When you’re King, I hope you’re not a jerk like your dad though.” You laugh.

“And hopefully I don’t get his hairline and wrinkles.” He adds.

You’re both laughing as you finish adding the last piece of coffee cake.

“Buck, here, I made you something to eat too.” Bobby hands him two plates with forks tucked under the omelette. Bobby widens his eyes, trying to send Buck a message. Buck surprisingly understand immediately.

Buck nods his head to the side, a small wooden table that the kitchen crew uses for their breaks. You slip off your gloves, hands clammy as you wipe them on your apron. Buck sets both plates down, one next to the other.

He jumps into action as he sees you slipping your apron strap over your head. He puts both hands on your shoulders and turn you around. His hands slowly run along the two straps tied around your back. It’s unnecessary but feels really nice. He pulls the ties loose and you catch the apron before it hits the ground. You throw it over the edge of the table before he pulls the chair out for you to sit.

It oddly feels like a first date but you know it’s just breakfast with a friend. A friend you may not be able to actually be friends with for much longer. His duties will take him away and you’ll see him less and less. You’ll get the feeling you felt in his absence when he went away for college. He came back that time but you’re not sure you’ll get him back this time.

“How’s your grandma?” He asks as he fills two glasses of water, setting them down then sitting.

“She’s good. Just working a lot. She won’t admit it but she’s starting to slow down. It’s great having Ravi around but he’ll be leaving soon to travel.” You admit.

“You plan on hiring someone else?” He inquires.

“Yeah, we’ll have to. We already have someone in mind but not sure when he can get here.”

“At least you have someone in mind. I could always come help out.” He offers.

“Have you ever baked anything in your life?” You laugh.

“No, but I could try. I’m a fast learner, right Bobby?” Buck calls out to him.

“He just needs to be coached, y/n. Takes a few tries but once he gets it, he’s good. I will say he creates a mess in my kitchen though.”

“That was one time! I spilled the soup one time.”

“Spilled an entire pot of soup just minutes before it was going to be served.” Bobby gives him a look. “Had to take the blame when his mom came down here.”

“Which I’m still sorry about by the way.” He laughs.

You watch him as he goes back and forth with Bobby. He seems so comfortable and carefree unlike when he’s in the spotlight. He has to put on a mask and persona when he’s outside of these walls.

“Well, I’ve got to get going before the bakery opens. Thank you for the food, Bobby.” You collect the plates and utensils before Buck takes them from you.

“And thank you for the hospitality.” You look down to your shoes, the toes touching Buck’s as he stands in front of you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He lightly kicks your toe.

“Always.” You smile, kicking his toe back.

Buck lingers in the kitchen, hoping to avoid his duties today. Luck is not on his side.

“Why are you down here?” He heard the voice of his fiancé.

“I like to help out in the mornings.” He says softly.

“Well, I don’t want to worry about my husband sneaking off with some villager.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“She’s just a friend, June.” Buck refrains from rolling his eyes.

“Is this another friend you’ve slept with or?” June checks her nails, disgust in her tone.

“No, we’ve never slept together.” He sighs. “If we’re going to be married then you’re going to have to trust me.”

“If we’re going to be married then you’re going to have to cut her out of your life.”

You groan as you realize you’ve forgotten your apron on the table. You make your way back into the kitchen when you hear his voice.

“June, Y/n doesn’t mean anything to me. I swear.”

You’d wish you didn’t hear it but you did. You wished you didn’t forget your apron, that way you would’ve never heard it but you wish most of all he didn’t say it.

You think you really need to stop eavesdropping because it does no good for your mental health. The apron is not important, you can always get a new one. You sneak back out and head home, for good.

The bell above the door rings, bringing you out of your dazed state. You’d gotten too much sleep this morning, having given Ravi your palace delivery and hours. In almost 10 years, you hadn’t slept past 5:30am so your body is not used to the rest.

You continue writing in your notebook, brainstorming ideas for new seasonal recipes, not looking to see who has just come in. Your mind is unfocused, bouncing between Buck’s words and the summer strawberry rhubarb pie recipe.

“Good morning.” Buck smiles, bright and chirpy.

When you don’t answer, Ravi steps in. “Uhh good morning sir, welcome in.”

“Hey Ravi.” He waves. “Y/n, you didn’t come by this morning. You forgot your apron yesterday,” Buck tosses you the apron, walking towards the windows where you have a table displaying different pastries.

“Don’t touch anything, Buckley.” You scold.

“I’m just looking.” He raises his hands, smiling. You roll your eyes at him and watch as he intertwines his hands behind his back and leans over to smell a basket of muffins.

“Don’t hover. You’re going to get germs on the bread and then we can’t sell it.” You slam the notebook you were writing in.

“Sorry, bossy.” He smirks. He thinks you’re back to your regularly scheduled banter.

You look up from the counter where you’d begin assembling boxes and meet his eyes. You ignore his question before taking a stack of built boxes over to the storage wall.

“Here let me.” He runs over and attempts to take the boxes from you.

“I can do it.” You pull back from him.

“Just let me help, you’re so stubborn.” He nudges your shoulder.

“I don’t want your help!” You screech before the boxes tumble to the floor. “Look what you made me do! Why are you even here?” You grumble before dropping to your knees to collect the boxes.

Your face is turned down as tears roll down your cheeks and nose, dripping from the tip of your nose and off your chin.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I just wanted to help. That’s all.” Bucks eyes widen when he sees a tear fall onto your cream colored apron. “I came because I was worried about you. You’ve been doing deliveries to us every day since you were 15.”

“Worried about me? Yeah right.” You stand on wobbly feet and make your way to the storage and stack the boxes one by one.

Buck is stunned at your change of behavior. He no longer believes you’re bantering like friends but that you’re hurt by something he did. Yesterday morning had been the happiest he’s been in months despite being engaged to a woman he barely knew. It was the first time you both had “hung out.” A short 20 minute breakfast where he wasn’t Prince Evan and you weren’t doing bakery duties.

All it took was 20 minutes for Buck to feel what it could be like to be normal and maybe be with you. 20 minutes that allowed him to breathe and just be.

He’s wondering what happened in the span of 24 hours to get you to do a 180 on him. He follows you, face confused and flushed with fear.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” He places a hand on your waist, trying to get you to turn back to him. Trying to get you to communicate what he did that’s made you so angry.

“Just go, Buckley.” You wave him off. “And please don’t come back here.” It’s not yelled or spat with venom. He realizes now that you’re not angry with him but hurt by him.

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