#and sharing delicious treats w her

[angelmush]

it was my day off work today so we went to an italian deli for groceries and lunch (we had generously portioned mortadella sandwiches on springy herbed focaccia piled w roasted red peppers n lots of crisp lettuce w a blood orange soda on the side) and then while i was cooking dinner my gf made me a sparkling water w lemon and ice to sip on and played nina simone on a speaker and did the dishes for me :,,) i used the fresh fettuccine and creamy decadent gorgonzola sauce we bought today and i added green and yellow farmer’s market zucchini that i sautéed w garlic and butter and topped the pasta and veg w prosciutto bits that i fried til it was crispy and THEN !!!! after that i made a double batch of brown butter miso choccy chip cookie dough that i pre scooped and froze for single serve cookie emergencies (aka, when i crave a choccy chip cookie but only want 1 and don’t feel like actually baking and instead just have the energy to pull a frozen ball of cookie dough out of a ziploc and throw it in the oven for a few minutes) and THENNNNN we had some fancy ice cream (a black cocoa flavor and a triple caramelized milk flavor and a pineapple lychee flavor) while watching a movie together and now we r tucked up in bed w full bellies together !!!!!!!!

[poppy-metal]

Having thoughts on arranged marriage!au....pretend w me for a second, let me live in a lil bit of delusion...

She doesn't really freak out at that much money, there's a reason she's his wife, but it feels too placating. A chew toy to "satisfy" her for right now until he grows a backbone and actually talks to her. Maybe even apologizes for how he was the night before.

She's a little bit pissy but doesn't try to send the money back, though the thought crossed her mind. Instead she spends it frugally- a few pieces of jewelery here, a new dress she had been looking at for the upcoming summer months, maybe even a few supplies for a hobby she wants to pick up while Patrick's off fucking Tashi.

She also doesn't really acknowledge that he might've done anything wrong. In her mind, she knows how she acts gets his blood boiling. Obedient, submissive, quiet, unassuming. Maybe she does it intentionally. Maybe she thinks of him as a bully, a bully seeking out her reactions - pushing and pushing and pushing until she snaps like she did the other night before getting herself under control. She doubles down on her behavior as a result. Hell, one night after getting back from hooking up with Tashi, he finds her, sitting in their dining room, the table set up for a feast- that she cooked. There's a few candles in the center, along with some pretty centerpieces that sparkle in the dim light. She smiles, getting up to take his coat, and kiss his cheek. "Welcome home."

She leads him to the table, pulling out his chair- like he should be doing for her- and sitting on the opposite end of him. She makes light banter now and then, still all smiles and polite manners, "Could you pass me the potatoes?" "How was your day?" "I've been thinking about one of the upcoming charity events, I think we should do something more out there, not just a children's hospital, maybe a homeless shelter?"

He snaps. His cock is twitching at the thought of her plump little body, so sweet and pliant and caring under him, "Thank you honey, oh god you feel so good, I love you-" He can't even imagine you being a fucked up little freak, begging for his fingers in your ass or on your throat, crying out 'daddy' over and over, and God does he feel bad about it. His chair clatters to the floor as he stomps away, up to their 'shared' bedroom (she's still sleeping in the guest room), and pulling his cock out.

He's never been more ashamed or angry to jerk off in his life. He's treated you like shit the entire time you've been married, only just recently doing something nice by giving you that money, and here you are, still smiling and cutesy and busy being a wife. His wife. Shame stirs deep in his belly as he paws at his balls, fondling them slowly, like he thinks you would. He moans quietly, almost hearing your mousy little voice practically crooning at him - "Does it feel good? Do I make you feel good?" God, all the reactions he's tried pulling out of you, the viciousness, the venom, the way he knows you want to react, to claw at him, yell and bitch about how he's an asshole, a cheater, a fucking godawful husband who you should divorce. He wants those so bad, but he's stroking his dick to the thought of your nice, pretty little pussy. Wrapped so sweetly around him he wouldn't even be able to call it fucking, he's jerking off to the thought of making love to you, filling you with kids, being a good husband deserving of your cute banter, your delicious meals, your modest, obedient personality.

After he cums, alternating between staring at his hand and the ceiling, he can hear you climbing up the stairs, opening the door to the guest room beside his room.

You didn't expect to see him leave like that, red in the face and his pants tight with the raging boner he had. You also didn't expect it to affect you. No matter how badly he treats you, you can't deny that he is hot. It gets you wet to think of how much power you can hold over him- even if it's anger. No matter how much he hates you, you are still his wife. Your hand drifts down your panties, circling your clit.

He can hear your quiet, soft moans. Like the pervert he is, he pressed his ear against the shared wall between the two rooms. He can feel blood rush down to his cock, filling it back out. He can't hear the whir of a vibrator or the squelching of something pushing its way inside your wet hole. You're just using your fingers on your clit, and he's never been harder in his life at the thought, save for maybe a few minutes before. His sweet little wife, who he's slowly realizing he kinda likes.

GODD PLEASE I NEED HIM.

bro this shit made me vibrate DESPERATE PATHETIC YEARNER PATRICK ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[shawtuzi]

i’m very extremely excited to post this so pls enjoy!! i read ‘jealous girl’ by @elsweetheart and immediately fell in love w basketball player!abby so this is pretty much inspired by that just not as much talk about basketball!! if u haven’t read any of her works i highly recommend literally every single on of them<33

wc: 4.1k

cw include: black coded fem!reader, basketball player!abby, abby wears rings—yes i think that deserves a warning, strap on usage, some teasing on abby’s part, talks of abby being a brat tamer, oral both kinda receiving??? (reader sucks abby’s strap idk whether that counts or not), a little choking n spitting, lots n lots of praise coming from both sides, talks of breeding, tiny bit of strength kink, a wee bit of aftercare—i think that’s about it so sorry if i missed anything!! (this is not proofread btw pls excuse any mistakes)

abby was a busy busy girl. between classes, basketball, training at the gym, and tending to her needy gf poor baby had her plate full all day everyday. but on rare occasions she pushed all that aside to make more time for you—the needy gf in question. she missed you terribly whenever she wasn’t around you so she could only imagine how you felt :((.

today she had decided to skip her two hour long training session at the gym and instead suggested the both of you go out for a picnic. you were ecstatic to say the least which brought a wide smile to her freckled face.

currently she was sitting on the plush pink couch in your living room while you were in your room getting dressed for the picnic. your parents had splurged and bought you an off campus apartment bc by god there was no way you’d be able to fit everything you wanted in those tiny dorm rooms. abby visited your apartment as much as she could or you’d make your way to campus to spend the night in her dorm that she thankfully had to share with no one. being the mvp of the basketball team came with a few good perks—sharing a room with no one being the best one.

“you ready to see my outfit?” your honey smooth voice called from your room. before abby could answer she heard the clicking of heels and the little taps of your kittens paws against the hardwood floor. you were wearing a short, white sundress with strawberries printed all around it. she eyed the white kitten heels you were wearing and made a mental note to grab a pair of more comfortable shoes for you to wear just in case the heels began to blister your feet.

“you look beautiful babydoll,” she smiled bringing her large hands to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze. god you were so pretty n soft. she honestly had half a mind to bend you over and eat your pussy from the back but she had a better idea. “i gotta grab something from your room real fast, how bout you give cinnamoroll some food before we go yeah?” she spoke referring to your fluffy, white rag doll kitten that was currently messing with the scratching post abby had bought for her as a gift. “you got it babe!” you obeyed her command and began opening a can of cat food for the kitty meanwhile abby was in your room rummaging around in the bedside dresser that was on her side until she found exactly what she was looking for.

once she was done she walked out to find you standing by the front door with a dopey smile on your face. she grabbed the wicker basket full of delicious treats you had prepared off the marble counter and you two were off! but not before abby made you triple check that you had your house key. there were three incidents where she had to help you break into your apartment bc you forgot your key and she was not about to make it a fourth. “you got everything you need doll? once i leave this complex i’m not turning around,” she said with the slightest bit of sternness in her voice. your eyes widened knowing by her tone she was serious so you quickly opened your purse to make sure you had all your belongings.

“let’s see…emergency lipgloss, eyelash glue, mini fan, second emergency lipgloss, my key, and…where is my—ohhere it is! yep i’m ready to go abs!” you said gleefully, grabbing abby’s hand to place it on it’s rightful place on your thigh. abby gave your thigh a loving squeeze before pulling out of your apartment complex. the drive was mostly quiet besides the radio playing in the background and you humming along to it. “you look very handsome today abs,” you spoke softly playing with the silver bands on her fingers. abby felt her cheeks flush when you called her handsome—if she had a dick it would for sure jump at your sweet compliment. “thank you angel ‘n you look gorgeous as always…my beautiful gorgeous girl,” she smiled bringing your hand to her lips to give your knuckles a sweet kiss.

you both finally made it to the park, the sun just minutes away from setting making the sky a pretty mixture of pink and orange. “oh it’s so beautiful out,” you swooned, pulling out your phone to take a picture of the sky. once you had taken a plethora of pictures—some of the sky and some of yourself, you walked over to abby and laced your fingers with hers. she picked the first open spot she saw and laid the pink plaid blanket out before setting the wicker basket down. she pulled out all the food while you watched the geese swim in the small lake in front of you, your chin tucked in your knees looking adorable as ever.

you settled on making the two of you chicken caesar wraps with sweet potato fries and two slices of homemade strawberry shortcake for dessert. “these are delicious y/n you’re quite the chef,” abby said wiping her mouth with the pink cloth napkins you’d packed as well. “oh abby i make these for you at least twice a week they can’t be that good anymore…although i did add a little bit of buffalo sauce this time,” you giggled, taking another bite of the wrap.

after finishing up all the food, not even leaving a crumb behind, you and abby just sat in silence basking in each others company. little did you know abby was becoming more sexually frustrated by the minute. that dress….that damn strawberry dress practically had her in shambles as she watched it slowly ride up your thighs with every little movement you made. “c’mere angel,” she grunted maneuvering your body to sit you on her lap. she thought you would’ve felt the little surprise she was hiding in her jeans but you still didn’t have a clue in the world :((.

while you were babbling about a new collar you had ordered for cinnamoroll abby was slowly but surely dying of horniness with each passing second. “it’s so cute it’s pink ‘n it had these silver rhinestones on it! i just know she’ll love….it,” you trailed off when you felt abby buck her hips up and that’s when you felt it. you craned your neck to look at her, your glossed up lips parted in disbelief. “you. did. not.” you gasped digging your freshly manicured nails into the denim of her jeans. “did what?” she asked with the sickest smirk on her on her lips.

it was no secret abby liked to wear her strap underneath her clothes but it was always in the privacy of her dorm or your apartment never in public. “abby…we can’t what if someone sees,” your voice was so scared and shaky it was too adorable. abby nuzzled her face into your neck inhaling the sweet smell of shea butter and coconut, “see you’re sounding like you don’t want this but i can feel your hips moving baby, you’re not as subtle as you think you are,” she chuckled against your neck pressing one, two, three kisses to the most tender spot. you were honestly in shock that she was indeed correct, your hips had suddenly grown a mind of their own and began grinding gently against the bulge in her jeans.

“o-okay okay! i want it….but not here. wan’ you to take me home and take your time with me,” you mewled arching your back just the slightest into abby’s chest. abby hummed in agreement, tapping your thigh softly as a sign for you to get up—which you did without a second thought. the two of you packed up the containers and blanket in silence before making your way to abby’s car. abby opened your door for you before going to her side, yet another idea hatching into her brain as she watched you pick at your dress. “babydoll,” she said her voice dropping an octave, “want you to do something for me while we drive back.” you turned your head to her, hearts practically appearing in your eyes as you listening to her every word very carefully.

abby undid her belt and you were about to object saying you wanted to savor the feeling of her at home, but before you could say anything she spoke up once more. “i know you wanna wait till we get home to fuck and we will, but until then you think you could suck me off while i drive?” oh shit. your lips parted as if you were going to say something but you just nodded making abby tisk and shake her head. “gotta here you say it out loud baby,” she said and you quickly replied with a shaky ‘yes i will.’ she hummed in content before unzipping her jeans, pulling out the violet eight inch silicone dildo that has ruined you more time than you could remember.

abby wrapped her hand around the back of your neck and pushed your head down till you were face to face with her strap. “go ahead don’t be shy s’not like you haven’t sucked my dick before,” she chuckled giving your cheek a rough pat. without a second thought you wrapped your lips around the tip giving it an experimental suck. “that’s my good girl,” abby sighed happily, patting your head gently before starting up her car.

your panties were soaked beyond belief it was sooo embarrassing. abby was the type that kept things strictly in the bedroom which you completely respected, so to see her so eager for you to suck her off while she drove had your pussy throbbing with need. of course abby knew she couldn’t physically feel your plump lips around the silicone but by god she swore she could feel your throat tighten with every bob of your head. “don’t be afraid to be sloppy baby,” she hummed running her calloused hands slowly up and down your back. you obeyed her command with a quickness and began using more spit, the lewd gluck gluck gluck sounds coming from your throat had her clit pulsing. she bucked her hips up just the slightest bit to give her clit some attention causing you to gag around the dildo. “shit— sorry baby i’ll be gentle,” she cooed apologetically, giving your head a loving pat.

before you knew it you were in front of your apartment much to your dismay. “alright babydoll let’s head in,” abby chuckled breathlessly. her cheeks were completely flushed and she was the tiniest bit sweaty despite the ac being on full blast the entire drive. when you lifted your head up you had a pout on your swollen lips making her laugh once again. “don’t worry angel once i fuck your soul out you can suck my dick n’ keep me warm in your mouth for as long as your pretty little self desires,” she gave your lips three kisses before tucking her strap back in her jeans. before she could open her door your hand gripped onto her hoodie, “promise?” you whispered, your voice the tiniest bit hoarse. abby smiled nodding her head.

“i promise.”

as soon as you stepped into your apartment abby pushed you against the counter, kissing you with so much love and wanted your knees nearly buckled. she moaned against your mouth, bucking her hips against yours. “this—this fucking dress goddamn. been driving me crazy since i saw you in it,” she groaned, bringing her hands to your breasts to give them a rough squeeze over the soft material. “abby,” you mewled at her aggressive touches.

“jump,” she mumbled against your lips and you wasted absolutely no time. you jumped up and her strong hands immediately caught you, pulling your body impossibly close against hers. abby kept mumbling out incoherent sentences to herself so quietly all you could here was something about you being ‘so pretty’ whispered over and over again until her knees knocked against the end of your bed. abby gently laid you down taking a moment to admire you in your current state. you had the biggest fucking pout on your lips and your hands were gripping onto the fluffy blanket beneath you. every couple of seconds your legs would spread a little wider making abby smirk.

“pull your dress up for me a bit,” she commanded, running her hands gently up and down your thighs. you quickly pulled your dress up past your thighs giving abby a mouthwatering view of your pink cotton panties. “well what do we have here?” she grinned, running her thumb over the embarrassingly large wet spot on your panties. you didn’t give her a direct answer, instead whining out a pathetic ‘abby’ that boosted her ego even more. you huffed, pushing yourself up on your elbows. “c’mon don’t be a tease i thought you were supposed to be taking care of me,” your tone was borderline bratty but abby decided to let it slide since it had been days since she last properly took care of you.

“you’re right m’sorry baby,” she gave your thigh a soft kiss and then another until she slowly but surely made her way to where you needed her most. you felt her nudging at your clit with her nose and your impatience was definitely getting the best of you. “c’monnn abby just—o-oh god!” you squealed when you felt abby begin to lick and suck at your pussy over your panties. she had felt so close yet so so far it was driving you bonkers. “what’s with the face?” she chuckled against your pussy knowing good and damn well what your problem was. “s’not enough i-i need more. give me more please?” abby could’ve gotten a toothache from how sickeningly sweet your voice was.

abby wrapped her fingers around the waistband of your panties, giving your covered clit one more kiss before pulling them down. she tossed the garment aside and threw your thick thighs over her broad shoulders, staring you down like she was about to eat you whole. “look at my girl using her manners, taught you well didn’t?” she spit on your clit, making your hips jolt. abby was good at a lot of things: basketball, academics, cooking, anything that had to do with cars but at the top of the list in your opinion was her ability to brat tame. before she met you you were as spoiled as they came and although she found it quite hilarious watching you throw temper tantrums over nothing it got old very quick. so whenever you decided to act like a brat with her she made no hesitation to bend you over her and lap and spank you until you were blubbering out apologies and promises that you’d stop being such a damn brat.

the first time it happened caught you completely off guard. she had said something along the lines of you being too spoiled for your own good to which you replied that she was stupid and didn’t know what she was talking about. suddenly you felt a quick, but very rough smack against your ass making you gasp. “watch your mouth yeah?” was all she said, now rubbing her hand against the burning skin. that was only the tip of the iceberg but we’ll go to that another time let’s get back to the smut shall we!!

by now abby’s tongue was moving sloppily against your pussy while three of her thick fingers pumped in and out of you with vigor. you were bucking your hips up every time her fingers brushed up against that spit that had your toes curling, but she just pushed your right back down eventually using a little more strength than she usually did with you to keep you planted against the bed. “feel s’good abs. can’t wait to have your dick in me n’ feel you in my stomach,” you weren’t a hundred percent sure what was coming out of your mouth, the feeling of abby’s fingers fucking into you already making you go a little dumb.

abby groaned against your pussy, pulling away just the slightest bit to spit on your clit before diving back in. she was being so fucking sloppy the noises of her lips smacking against your pussy would’ve made you embarrassed if you were actually focused. “taste so good honey i could stay down here for hours,” abby mumbled before taking her fingers out making you whimper from the loss. you had a complaint sitting right on your tongue but it quickly disappeared once you felt abby’s tongue begin to prod at your tight entrance.

abby had tongue fucked you into three orgasm before you were finally begging her to fuck you with her strap. she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before standing to her full height making you feel incredibly small. she removed the plain black hoodie she was wearing along with her jeans, leaving her in a gray wife beater and black boxers. she walked over to her side of the bed and opened up the bedside drawer till she found a small bottle of lube. “i think i stretched you out enough but can’t be too sure, don’t wanna hurt you or anything,” she spoke softly giving you a sweet smile. she rubbed the lube up and down the length of the dildo as you watched intently, the sight of her veiny hands stroking it had your thighs squeezing together.

she walked back over to you and grabbed your legs pulling you to the edge of the bed. “ready?” she whispered tapping the fat tip against your clit and you quickly nodded, using your feet to push her body closer to your. abby slowly pushed the tip in and it was a good thing she used the lube, even after getting three orgasms out of you and using three of her fingers on you you were still a tight fit. “kiss me please,” you whimpered, clutching onto abby’s wife beater. she obliged and smashed her lips against yours. she was slowly but surely pushing the rest of her strap inside you, rubbing tight little circles on your clit to ease the sting of her stretching you out.

she finally bottomed out and you had never felt more content in your entire life being caged between her muscly arms as she gave you pleasure others could only dream about (it’s me i’m others). abby glanced down and her pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of yours struggling to take every inch she had to offer you. “wow, f-fuck you really have the prettiest pussy don’t you doll? all for me yeah? no one else?” she pulled out halfway before slamming back into you making your body jolt. “y-yes abby s’all yours please keep going,” abby didn’t need to be told twice that’s for damn sure. she folded your knees to your chest and began putting in some serious work, not even bothered that the force of her thrusts had her thighs slapping against yours so hard her thighs were turning a dark shade of pink.

her hand wrapped around your throat squeezing with a little pressure, the coolness of her rings felt so good against your skin that was practically on fire. “so…so good abby s-so fuckin’ good,” you slurred, bringing your hands up to cup her face. her cheeks were flushed pink and her hair was sticking to her forehead that had a light sheen of sweat over it. “look s’handsome too you look so good,” there you went again calling her handsome, it was almost like you wanted her to fuck you until your bones were jelly.

it didn’t take long for your fourth orgasm to hit you like a truck, the shriek you let out nearly scaring poor cinnamoroll to death as she was sitting oh so comfortably on the couch. “yeah that’s right gimme another one c’mon baby,” abby grunted, gripping your cheeks in her hand before giving your face a rough slap. out of the corner of her eye she saw something move and glanced over to see cinnamoroll watching the two of you go at it like rabbits. “w-what’s wrong why’d you stoppp?” you whined tapping on her bulging biceps. abby blinked a few times before turning her attention back to you, “the cats watching,” was all she said makinf your brows furrow. you craned your neck and there was your kitten witnessing everything. you gasped covering your face with your hands, “go shut the door she doesn’t need to see her mommies doing this!” you cried shaking your head in disbelief. abby felt her heart swell a little when she heard you refer to you both as cinnamorolls ‘mommies.’

abby carefully pulled out, quickly making her way to the door to shut it but not before muttering a sorry for shutting the door in the poor kittys face. she turned around and nearly fell to her knees when she saw you were in a new position. you’d stripped yourself of your dress and were face down ass up, slightly wiggling your hips in a way to signal her you were ready to take her once more. “you’re a goddamn dream,” she muttered, gripping the fat off your ass in her hands before giving it three quick smacks. with no warning she pushed herself in to the hilt, making quick work to grab your hips so you wouldn’t collapse from the force. she set her knee of the bed before making a steady rhythm, the squelching of your pussy making her clit pulse. fortunately in this position the harness brushed her clit in the most delicious way possible, unfortunately though it was causing her thrusts to be a little sloppy.

she pulled you up by your neck, pressing your back against her chest. “tell me you love me,” she grunted resting her forehead on your shoulder. you mumbled out a weak ‘i love you’ but it wasn’t enough for her. she was hitting the right spots and it was making your brain so damn foggy you could barely think! not to mention your orgasm was creeping closer and closer :(. “say it louder,” she growled tightening her grip on your neck. you said it once more but it still wasn’t enough and abby was absolutely fed up. she brought her lips close to your ear before saying, “i swear to everything that is holy if you don’t scream that shit i’m gonna pull out and make you hump my shoe to get off.” her words were enough to make you cum on the spot, loud shouts of ‘i love you abby!’ echoing throughout your apartment.

abby held your body close as she continued to grind against you chasing her own orgasm. “motherfuck—shit y-you feel so good baby, so good for daddy like always,” she whined against your shoulder. she relished in the aftershocks of her orgasm before slowly pulling out of you once more. you flopped against the bed, groaning from soreness already. you turned on your back and quickly shuffled underneath the covers waiting patiently for abby to return from cleaning up the strap on. she returned shortly with a dopey smile on her face. you weakly lifted up the blanket signaling for her to join you which she happily obliged, gently maneuvering her body on top of yours so she was able to lay on your chest without crushing the rest of your body.

“i think…that was the best sex we’ve ever had,” you sighed dreamily, running your fingers through her hair that was no longer in its signature braid. she was about to speak when you both heard a little feet tap against the floor and automatically knew who it was. “my poor baby c’mere,” you pouted tapping the spot next to you on the bed. cinnamoroll was quick to jump on the bed and nuzzle into your neck purring contently. “so sorry you had to see that your poor eyes,” you cooed to the cat like this wouldn’t happen again in the future. abby chuckled shaking her head at how silly you were being, “you’re too cute babydoll…and to follow up with what you said before: that was the best sex we’ve had yet.”

trust and believe abby was already planning out the many positions she was going to put you in once you both gained some energy back hehe.

[readychilledwine]

what do you think about azriel x autumn court reader , she is also eris’s cousin, where she is utterly obsessed with halloween/ fall and she decorates the whole house of wind with spooky decor and little pumpkins everywhere. She hides little jumpscares, yk the ones that are in grocery stores, she hides them behind closet doors so whoever opens them gets a nasty creature in their face. Like I can imagine rhysand screaming and cursing her for the jumpscare and feyre just giggles w reader

And she make everyone drink pumpkin spice stuff and claims it is a must. Reader is also in her baking era and bakes so much everyday, the second someone comes in the house, they smell delicious treats. She really channels her inner autum court girl. And during fall she really only wears her clothes from the autumn court. She gets az to visit the autumn court now that eris is high lord, and she takes him to town to drink spiced cider and caramel apples and they have the best time.😭❤️

The Last Cabin on the Left

Summary - after moving to the Night Court to be with Azriel, y/n Vanserra has strived to bring an Autumn Court Tradition to your new home, and this year you've pulled out all the stops

Warnings - spooky themes, pranks, Nyx and cousins being adorable, matching couples costumes, general fluff, Azriel dressed like a pirate

A/n - I tweaked this request a little bit, and I hope that's okay 💜

Azriel smiled as the scent of candies, pumpkin, and apple cider hit his nose.

You had done it again, and it never ceased to amaze him. The cabin you two shared on the edge of the woods was decorated to celebrate an Autumn Court Tradition you, Eris, and Lucien called Hallows Eve. 

He remembered you explaining it to him passionately as you two moved pumpkins and haybales around the yard 5 years ago.

In Autumn, it was a night where children were allowed to dress up in little costumes and go door to door in search of candies and treats. It was also a night where teens and adults tended to try to scare each other through stories, pranks, and sometimes decor.

Eris flat out told them when he confirmed the tradition that you were the best conjurer on cheap scares and tricks. He had told Azriel, Rhys, and Cassian of his aunt and Uncle's party and fair they threw for the territory they looked over. It was one night where your Father, the true opposite of Beron, was able to argue that with costumes and masks, you truly could not tell who was rich, who was poor, who was greater, and who was lesser.

He couldn't help but to smile as he heard you humming softly. You were sat at the table, decorating dipped apples for the party you two were hosting tomorrow. "How's my pumpkin today?" He to moved to you, kissing the top of your head before stealing one of little hard coated chocolates you were using. "House looks fantastic."

"Thank you," You were beaming with excitement and joy, flooding it down the bond. "I wanted to make the first Hallows Eve party with Eris and Mara amazing."

Azriel flooded you back with his love, admiration, and adoration. "Did you hear who Nyx is dressing up as?"

"No baby," you added a touch of white edible sparkles to the apple you were making look like a spiderweb, "what's he coming as?"

Azriel sat down, watching with loving eyes as you hand crafted each and every element of this party to perfection. "He's coming as Cassian." You paused. "And Cassian and Lucien's boys?"

"No," you started laughing. "They're not doing this."

"Oh they are," Azriel confirmed. "Sat there while the three of them showed me and everything."

You paused slightly. "Are you going to have to loan out the shadow babies? I need them." 

Azriel shook his head, smiling hard enough his dimples showed. "No, the shadow babies are all yours, pumpkin." Azriel stood, walking over to the closet to put his jacket away and you smirked, watching and waiting. 

You had conjured a mirror in that closet that created the creature the person who was looking into it was most afraid behind them before it would disappear quickly. 

Azriel jumped, "Mother above," and quickly slammed the door shut after throwing his jacket in. He took a few deep breaths, hands placed firmly on his knees before staring at you. "Really?"

You picked up the spider you had crafted from dark chocolate and placed it off center on its web, finishing the caramel and dark chocolate dipped apple. "There's more. My goal is to finally get Cassian this year. Hence why I need the shadow babies." 

Azriel scoffed lightly. "He's used to my shadows, dove. He's not going to-" Azriel paused as you looked at him, a small devious smirk on your perfect face. "You found him." 

You nodded. "I did."

-

Lucien and Elain were the first to arrive to you home. They were dressed like an old Autumn's tale of a phantom who haunted one of the many Opera Houses and one of his legendary victims. 

Lucien looked dangerous in his black suit and cape. Half of his face was covered in the famed white mask the Phantom wore to the performances. 

Elain was in the last dress the famed female performer was ever seen in, a white corset gown with a white lace robe. Her hair was curled into spirals and adorned with jewels. 

Their son was tucked behind them, waiting so politely for his cousins that you could not help but melt at the sight. Or maybe it was the sight of him dressed up as a little version of Rhysand that had your handing him his first sweet for the night in a hushed tone and a wink. 

Feyre, Rhys, and Nyx arrived next. The High Lord and Lady had also dressed in a matching couples costume. Rhys was in brown pants and a green tunic. He had a hat with a feather tucked into it and brown belt hanging loosely on his hips. He smiled at you as he walked in a tiny illyrian leather wearing Nyx. 7 red stones were glued in place. "He was hoping you could glamor him to have Cassian's face scars?" Rhys rolled his eyes. "I offered to do it, but you know how he loves when you do the final touches on their little outfits." 

You brought Nyx close to you, and wiggled your nose, making the heir giggle. A scar appeared through his brow and lower lip, "You're still too handsome to look like Uncle Cass, baby." 

Nyx got really close to you, pulling down on your dress gently, "Did you make the peanut butter chocolate covered cereal with the white fluffy sugar?"

You just nodded, handing him the same treat you had given his cousin who was squirming on Rhysand's lap, as the High Lord adjusted his jacket lapels. "Once we're in full swing, everything is free game for all of you, okay?" Nyx nodded, running eagerly to his cousin and looking over all the games and snacks you had. 

Feyre appeared next to you, iridescent see through wings conjured on her back and a short green dress that looked as if it was made of layered leaves. "I heard you acquired the thing."

"I cannot confirm nor deny that there is an ancient God of fear in my home." You handed her a lemon drop secretly. "I really like the lost boy and pixie idea." 

She shrugged. "Rhys just wanted me to wear this dress." 

Eris and his mate entered your home next, Azriel immediately standing to hug your cousin and take their baby from them. They were also dressed as legends. The God of Death and Goddess of Spring. Eris wore a black tunic with gold jewelry wrapping his bicep as he held his mate close to him. Mara had her long blonde hair pinned up, a crown of bones and roses resting on her head. Her pink dress was adorned with flowers and pearls. She waved to you with a bring smile on her face. "How many doors should we be afraid to open?" Her bell-like voice rang. You only smiled in response. "All of them."

They had dressed their daughter in a little blue shimmering gown. Azriel walked her to you, tears lining his eyes. "Look at our good daughter," he stroked her soft cheek with one of his fingers. "Eris said they'll probably change her so we have to enjoy this while we can." 

"Did you let them know we have a little room ready for her whenever?" Azriel nodded, his soft eyes never leaving her face. "We should go change, my love. Let Lucien have his niece."

Azriel handed her off before you two went up the stairs. "You are sure Nyx is okay with the shadows standing ominously behind him?" Azriel nodded, pulling out his costume and quickly changing. You could feel through the bond he desperately wanted to get back to the little Autumn Heiress.

You saw him in leather everyday, but something about him quickly changing into those loose leather pants and that open white tunic with jewelry had your heart pounding. He strapped the leather belt and weapons to his waist while staring at you. "Later, my lady. Little princess cuddles first."

He helped you get into your own costume, similar to his, being careful not to over tighten the corset you had on. You stared at the two of you in the mirror as he kissed your temple. "We should become pirates." 

Azriel shook his head, smacking you playfully on the butt. "I have all the booty I need right here."

The two of you made your way back downstairs. You run up behind your nephew, grabbing Nyx and pulling him into the kitchen. "Are you ready for shadows to loom over you oh so ominously?" You tickled him gently as you asked, and he nodded eagerly. 

"You promise Uncle Cass will scream?" You and Azriel nodded. "Revenge." Nyx said with a serious look. "Also. When are we doing the candy?" 

Azriel ran a hand through Nyx's hair. "Soon, little bat." A sudden feminine scream had Azriel and you looking up.

Rhys had opened the door where you had created an illusion. Opening the door would cause a mist and dust like figure to appear before it began rushing towards the person standing there, deathly thin hands and fingers reached out to rip them into what appeared to be a void. 

Rhys stood with his hand on his chest, eyes wide in fright. "Mother above, y/n! Why?!" 

Feyre began to giggle, hiding her head in Lucien's shoulder. "You should have seen your face."

Rhys glared at his mate. "I will never understand your amusement in these things, Feyre Darling."

Eris muttered softly from next to you, surrendering his daughter once again to Azriel. He handed one of the hand-made soft caramels to Nyx and Lucien's son. "It's more the look on your face that's amusing, Rhysand Darling." He paused, looking around. "Where are our other friends?"

Azriel took a cookie, breaking it in half for the boys as their mothers fell into a deep conversation, not noticing as their sons were fed sugar. "Cassian and the girls will be here soon. Mor is in Winter with Viv. Amren is still in Summer."

Lucien rose a brow, smirking. "Still? It's been almost 2 months."

Azriel nodded. "It's not him. It's her." 

"You two won't be much better," Rhys said casually as he looked between you and Azriel. 

Azriel sighed, "Soon."

You perked up as the door open, smiling in an almost feral way to Eris. "And the show begins." 

The Valkyries came in first, carrying a few snacks with them and adding to the table. They were all in black dresses with black corsets. Nesta had a ceremony knife strapped to her waist, Gwyn had shimmering potion bottles on hers, and Emerie had an old leather bound book. Cassian came in next with his and Nesta's son, holding his hand as he hid behind his father. 

For such a loud outgoing male and a bold daring female, they had given birth to the quietest being you had ever met. You kneeled down, holding your arms out to him and he ran to you instantly.  Cassian was dressed in black robes, he also carried a book of ancient spells and rituals. "Little guy is nervous over the spooky pumpkins in the yard."

You nodded, lifting your nephew as you held him close. "I'm sorry, bud." He reached for Eris, and the male took him, smiling at his little leathers with bright blue siphons.

"Did you want Uncle Azriel's shadows or no?" He nodded shyly, resting his head on Eris's shoulder. "You know, Auntie y/n bought extra pumpkins for you three to decorate tonight. We can have Auntie Fey help yours look really cool and less spooky."

Feyre's smile grew. "We could turn it into a kitty, or a carriage!" 

"Can we play?" He whispered. "And have candy?"

You all nodded. "I made all three of you super special apples this year. And apple sauce for our little princess."

The boys all nodded excited, and you looked at Azriel, giving him the code to begin Cassian's torment. He made a shadowy figure appear behind Nyx, following the little heir to where you had set up games for them and little snack bags for when they got to run through the House going from room to room to collect candy. Cassian stared at the figure and then Nyx. Ignoring it at first as he socialized and got drinks for himself and his trio of witches. 

His glance kept going to Nyx as the night passed and the littles played games, smiling and screaming through the House as they found each hidden scare behind the doors and collected their candy from the shadows waiting for them. 

"You out did yourself and exceeded expectations once again, sister," Rhysand leaned on the counter next to you, smiling as he drank his spiked cider. "Though I would like to know why the shadows are looming over my son."

You smiled at the boys, watching as they pulled Cassian to the last door to be opened before they got to sit with their hand made candies and make smores. "Just watch, brother," Azriel said smoothly, a scarred hand running up and down your arm as he watched with a smirk. 

"Daddy, please!" A tiny version of Azriel pushed Cassian towards the door. "You have to! Mommy did one!"

Cassian looked to Nesta, who nodded in confirmation. "It was a mirror, but instead of reflecting me, it was the King of Hybern holding his head."

Cassian rolled his shoulders back, popping his neck quickly and shaking his hands out. He knocked, thinking he was activating the magic to be ready, and you just smirked. He opened the door and froze before a scream echoed in the house causing Rhys to spit out his cider into the sink and cough. The room was silent, waiting for the shadowed figure to disappear, "You didn't," Rhys whispered.

"Oh, she did." Cassian backed away slowly, putting the three boys behind him just as Bryaxis disappeared. His shoulders visibly relaxed falling into a false sense of comfort as the 3 boys and Nesta began to giggle. 

"He's right behind me, isn't he?" Feyre nodded, a tattooed hand covering her mouth. Cassian turned his head in a comedic fashion, whispering it was all fake, just cheap tricks you had conjured to scare the kids. "Just cheap tricks." He repeated over and over until he opened his eyes and looked up, staring straight into the looming figure of an ancient God of Terror. 

"Boo," Bryaxis hissed out. Cassian screamed again, running to hide behind Nesta and leaving the three boys their holding out their candy bags.

"Trick or treat," they sang to him in unison. You all watched as the God pulled the largest candy bags you had packaged out, putting on in each bag after shifting himself into an adult sized replica of the little shadow babies behind Nyx. Bryaxis floated to Gwyneth, seeming to almost smile down at her. "You have left the library?"

She nodded. "It took some encouragement, but yes. We miss you protecting us." Bryaxis moved to Feyre, shadowy limbs moving her hair gently. 

"I am ready to come home." Feyre seemed to melt on the spot. "If you will still host me." Cassian turned to Rhys, his face falling in terror as the High Lord nodded to his lady. "Did I get a window?"

"Several actually," Feyre confirmed. "You have a sky light now. It's enchanted to protect you from the sun and darken the room during the day, but allow you to see out at night and admire the stars." Bryaxis nodded, disappearing out the window and towards the House of Wind. 

Cassian turned to you, "What the fuck was that for?"

You took a sip of water, "Dropping me on purpose on April Fool's Day." 

Cassian opened his mouth to defend himself, but paused as he saw his son and cousin giggling as they sat in a little circle. 

Eris entered the room, smiling broadly and gently pushing Lucien. "Fire is ready if the boys are." He turned to Cassian. "I thought for a second I needed to come rescue my mate when you screamed. Then I remembered her and Aspyn were next to me." Laughter erupted through the room as Cassian smirked at Eris. The two males jokingly shoved each other, smiling as they grabbed drinks.

Everyone left the room laughing as Eris and Cassian verbally picked on each other, heading to the large bonfire. You, Rhys, and Azriel stood inside, waiting for the door to shut before the High Lord turned to you two.

"I had a thought I wanted to speak to you about y/n," Rhys grabbed a handful of the trail mix you had made. "We've enjoyed this tradition so much the past few years, and if you are okay with it, I would like to introduce it to all of Velaris next year."

He paused, watching excitement set in on your face. "I just imagine the streets full of children enjoying the festivities. We do not have many holidays and traditions aimed towards them, and this truly seems to be from them more than adults."

You nodded, smile growing. "I would need you to lead the community on it. Hold meetings explaining traditions, teach the citizens how to make treats, talk to seamstresses about costume designs. Could you do that for me?"

"Yes!" You bounced in place, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "Of course I can!"

"You will have to do one more thing, sweetness," Rhys tilted your chin up to his face. "Nyx will never forgive me if Auntie y/n stops having her haunted cabin. I need this to continue until the boys lose interest, and even then after that for Aspyn and this little ones you two may have some day. I know it's been a discussion." He smirked at your non verbal confirmation.  "Nyx will want to take part when he's older during set up and execution. He dreams about it and has little maps of ideas in his room."

You and Azriel had froze, your mate's hand and arm coming around your waist. "What gave away that we were trying?"

Rhys pointed towards your untouched cider and the candy and snacks you and Azriel had been eating all night. "She hasn't drank alcohol for the past 3 months, you have been deligated missions that keep you far from home for too long, and you, dear brother, have been even more obsessed with little Aspyn. The last click was the baggy costume instead of her being your arm candy tonight like she normally is. No one else knows that you're actively trying. I will keep it to myself until you're ready." 

Rhys leaned in, kissing your forehead. "Think about my request. We will loan all the help you need. Excuse me while I go stop my wife from eating all of the marshmallows."

You and Azriel stood there, the shadowsinger placing soft kisses on your temple, then cheek, and neck. "You did a wonderful job, dove. The shadows have been whispering everyone's praises back to me all night." You smiled, turning in his arms to kiss his jaw. "Let's go get smores. I know you have been waiting for them all day."

He grabbed the bowl you had been digging in all night and your hand. The two of you smiled as Eris told the three young boys a campfire story, bouncing his daughter gently on his knee as he did.

Cassian wrapped an arm around you as you sat next to him, "Great party again, even if you scared me shitless."

"Did Rhysie tell you what he wants to do next year?" Cassian nodded. "What do you think?"

"As long as Auntie's spooky cabin continues, I'm in. Ness and I will help however we can."

"Then we should do it."

He nodded, watching as Azriel used his shadows to scare the boys at the perfect point in Eris's story. "Yes, yes, we should."

[glazesunflower]

Welcome back!! I hope you enjoyed your well deserved rest (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡! If it may not be so much to ask may I request an x fem reader scenario where Jean/Lisa and Eula try to point out to the reader that there's something on their face (by tapping their own cheek) but the reader mistakes it as the girls asking for a kiss.

🤭🤭

Accidental Cheek Kiss

Characters: Jean and Eula x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: None that apply!

Notes: Sorry for the wait, I've been overcome by sapphism and wrote a 55k word fanfic in the last 2 weeks but now I'm back to tumblr reqs. I hope you enjoy!

The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Mondstadt, the city of freedom. 

You and Jean were enjoying a peaceful walk through the city, hand in hand, enjoying each other's company and the soft touch of your fingers intertwined. You had been eating ice cream before. The weather is starting to warm again in this beautiful city and Jean was kind enough to treat you to a delicious snack. 

You must’ve accidentally not wiped your face accordingly, because Jean notices a small smudge of chocolate on your cheek. Being the polite woman she is, she dearly doesn’t want to embarrass you, so she gently taps her own cheek when you look at her, silently indicating the smudge.

To you though, seeing your girlfriend smiling softly at you and tapping her cheek meant a different thing entirely.

"Oh, Jean, you want a kiss?" You say, smiling playfully.

It’s adorable how fast Jean’s cheeks flush.

"Oh, no, I was just trying to point something out on your face.” Her voice is quiet, like she’s sharing a secret with you. “There's a bit of chocolate, I believe."

Your lips bloom into a smile, your heart warmed by the sweet expression in her face.

"Well, I think you deserve a kiss for being so sweet.” You lean to her playfully, watching the pink in her cheeks deepen delightfully. “Come here."

Before she can reply, you surprise Jean with a gentle kiss to her lips.

Jean melts into the kiss, her tense expression defrosting in your hands as your soft lips meet hers, her eyes fluttering close to the sweet sensation of your gentle touch against her skin.

When you pull apart, Jean’s cheeks are blooming with pretty crimson colors. She stammers.

"W-well, thank you for the kiss, but… Really, there's something on your cheek."

She insists, and you let out a chuckle.

"Oops, I guess I got carried away.” You say softly, wiping your own cheek where, effectively enough, there was a bit of chocolate from before. “Sorry, Jean."

But Jean’s lips curve into a soft smile, one of those that she gifts for your eyes only during the late hours of the evening, a window to the harbor of affection she holds for you deep inside.

“It's quite alright. Your surprises are always welcome, my love.”

And just like that, you interlace your fingers with hers again and you resume your strolling around the city. From the corner of your eye you notice that Jean is still flustered by your sudden kiss, and the thought makes you feel bubbly inside. She is usually the composed and level-headed one, but you have come to realize you have a way of turning her thoughts into a whirlwind of emotions, and you exploit this fact more often than not.

You lean against her, your shoulders brushing.

"You know, Jean, you're really cute when you get flustered."

And just like that, you can hear Jean swallow before she speaks, trying to regain her composure.

"I-I am not cute. I am the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, after all.”

"Oh, so the mighty Jean does get flustered sometimes?" You’re incessant.

"Alright, fine, perhaps I do.” Jean’s gaze softens, finding your eyes. “But only around you."

"Good to know I have that effect on you.” Your smile is bright, like you’ve won the most expensive prize at a fair. You intend to keep winning. “But you know what? You're cute when you're flustered, and you're even cuter when you smile."

You watch Jean’s blush deepen in silent delight, relishing in the way her fingers twitch in yours. Her smile doesn’t falter.

"You always know how to make me smile, even in the most unexpected ways."

As the night grows darker, you continue your walk, sharing laughter and affectionate glances now and then, here and there. The city lights illuminate your path as you walk, but the real light comes from the warmth you feel for each other.

"You know, Jean, I love these quiet moments with you." 

You allow the truth to settle in the comfortable space between you, and Jean’s eyes find yours, evidently affectionate.

"As do I. It's in these moments that I feel closest to you."

You lean your head on her shoulder, closing your eyes briefly and taking in the entirety of her close to you.

"Thank you for being a part of my life, Jean."

"And thank you for being a part of mine, my love."

You take in the softness of her voice, and you think of how your love has been a beautiful journey filled with surprises, laughter, and, of course, a touch of endearing fluster when Jean allows it. 

With you by her side, Jean feels a happiness she had never held so close to her chest before. And your love will continue to grow, guided by the genuine affection you hold for one another, as you navigate the beautiful and unpredictable path ahead in the hand of the one you love most.

It’s a beautiful starry night in Mondstadt, and Eula is enjoying a peaceful stroll along the city's illuminated streets. With you, of course, her beloved girlfriend. The night breeze dances playfully around the two of you as you talk about everything and nothing and your quiet laughter fills the night air with ease.

Eula notices a tiny speck on your cheek, probably a remnant of the dinner you’ve just shared together, and decides to gently point it out. With a faint blush dusting her cheeks, Eula taps her own cheek in hopes that you notice and wipe it off. 

However, you misunderstand the gesture and think Eula is asking for a kiss. What other thing can this sweet gesture possibly mean, right?

Feeling a rush of excitement and thinking you understood Eula's intentions, you easily lean in and plant a surprise kiss on Eula's cheek, your lips warm and full of affection for her. 

Eula is instantly taken aback, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise and her face flushing a shade of pink that matches the setting of the sun beyond the two of you.

"E-Excuse me! I-I didn't mean…" 

Eula stammers, her usually composed demeanor momentarily lost in the whirlwind of emotions, her cheek still feeling the ghost of your lips upon it.

Seeing her surprised expression, the misunderstanding dawns on you.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought you wanted a kiss!" 

You’re quick to say, leaning away from her a little.

Embarrassment fills the air as the two of you look at each other, both caught in a mix of flustered emotions blossoming brightly under your cheeks. 

But then, you watch the birth of a smile in Eula’s gentle lips.

"No, no, it's quite alright.”

She says, her voice surprisingly soft and tender after a moment of gathering her thoughts. Though your cheeks still feel flushed, you clear your throat, feeling a tinge of relief.

"I hope I didn't offend you. It was just a misunderstanding."

You watch Eula shake her head, locks of beautiful blue hair falling over her shoulders at the motion. Her sharp eyes soften when they meet yours.

"Not at all. It's just… I wanted to tell you that there was something on your cheek, but it seems I've muddled my intentions."

You feel the tension ease and you chuckle softly.

"Well, you definitely surprised me, that's for sure."

"I apologize for any confusion," Eula says sincerely. Then, her smile grows into something bolder. "But if you'd still like that kiss you offered, I would be more than happy to oblige."

And you can’t help but smile warmly, reaching out to cup Eula's cheek with your tender touch. 

"I would love that." 

You whisper before leaning in and giving Eula a gentle kiss on the lips, relishing in her warmth under your tender skin, the familiarity of it and yet the exhilaration it brings to your every bone.

Eula's eyes widen once more, her cheeks growing an even deeper shade of red at your contact. But this time, she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she allows herself to savor the sweet and unexpected moment, the warmth of your affection warming her heart like the rays of the sun over the slope in the cold Dragonspine.

As the night continues, you and Eula walk hand in hand, your hearts fluttering with newfound emotions and a connection deepened by a simple misunderstanding that turned into a precious memory. Under the stars of Mondstadt, you feel ever so certain that your love for her and her love for you will continue to grow with the ebb of time, turning every moment together into a wonderful experience.

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[littlemissmanga]

Home for the Holidays With You

Pairing: Tech x (gn) Reader

W/C: 2,335

Rating: E for Everyone. This is family (and Costco) friendly.

Warnings: Excessive fluff, Tech being a sweetheart taking ‘acts of service’ to an extreme, reader is dealing with homesickness at the holidays.

A/N: I wrote this as a secret Santa gift for @freesia-writes and her love of Tech inspired probably my fluffiest writing yet. Like, this is maximum fluff, guys. A little bit of whump, especially if you can relate to being homesick, but there is so much comfort here to offset it.

Just one note, I did change this to a GN Reader for tumblr. OG had she/her pronouns.

Dividers by @stars-n-spice :)

Omega’s excitement was like a sparkler. Small, bright bursts that one couldn’t resist smiling at.

Wrecker’s was closer to an explosion, as most things regarding his brother usually were: loud, bombastic, usually too much so to be contagious.

But your excitement was like a cup of caf, perfectly prepared and consumed at the optimal temperature. It was a warmth that seeped deep into his body and settled there, much as you already had in his heart.

He indulged in your presence whenever he could when you were like this. And the approaching holiday season seemed to bring out this flavor of excitement with consistency.

So, he’d chosen to spend his free time preparing with you — decorating to the soothing sounds of holiday music, shopping for and wrapping gifts (and pretending rather convincingly that he wasn’t curious about his own gifts you’d carefully hidden from him).

Tech researched the history of the holiday symbols, décor and music and shared them with you while you worked. You, in turn, regaled him with personal anecdotes of the same things, the two of you trading information as he, Wrecker, and Omega carefully followed your instructions to turn both the Batch’s home and your own into holiday wonderlands.

He blamed your warm excitement. Though even to himself, the word “blame” resonated with playful affection.

“I can’t wait to open these,” Omega chirped as she put the last of the gifts in the area you designated.

“Only one more week!” Your smile belied your pointed tone as you looked directly at Omega and Wrecker as the pair eyed the impressive pile. At least one of them had the decency to appear sheepish, and Tech was unsurprised that it was not his brother.

“I believe there’s more to Life Day than merely presents.”

“Exactly. Thank you, Tech,” you said, gifting him a smile and light touch on his shoulder as you passed by him to put away the last of the brightly colored wrapping flimsy.

“More?” Wrecker asked, excitement and confusion mixing in his tone and expression.

“Lots more,” you confirmed. “You open presents in the morning, sure. But then you get to spend the whole day with the people you care about most. Every family is different, but in mine, we play games, watch holos, and cook holiday treats together. And at the end of the day, you get to eat all that delicious food.”

“Oh! Now that does sound good! What kinda holiday treats d’ya make?”

While you regaled the others with rather detailed descriptions of your favorite holiday foods, Tech took a seat in the living room, pulling his data pad from his utility belt to once again struggle in finding a gift suitable for you.

None of the options so far had been acceptable. Most felt far too impersonal and underwhelming. Any that carried the intimacy he hoped to convey did not seem to suit your preferences as far as he knew them. And since he’d catalogued them, he’d say he knew them fairly well.

Tech knew if he voiced his frustrations to you, you’d laugh them off and tell him not to worry; that you’d love anything that came from him. And you would. Your ability to see past any errors on his part to see his intention underneath was one of the may things he loved about you.

But in this instance, that wasn’t enough. He wanted this gift to be perfect. As perfect as you made him feel. He could not — no, would not stand for his gift to be the only lackluster part of your holiday celebrations.

He was running out of time, however, and was beginning to grow rather anxious at the thought of not finding something in time.

Tech’s focus only lasted a few more moments, however, before his concentration was broken by Omega’s excited squeal.

“Those all sound amazing! And we get to try them!?”

“Oh, uh, not quite.” Your verbal stalling pulled Tech fully back into the conversation happening before him. “I’ve planned a few seasonal-to-Pabu snacks and a nice roast for dinner, but we don’t have access to a lot of the ingredients from my home planet. So we’ll make do with a Corellia-inspired, Pabu-provided holiday feast.”

The others continued the spirited conversation, but Tech was quick to notice a heaviness to you. It didn’t dim your smile or sharpen your words, but he could feel it all the same.

As the evening grew darker and slipped into night, Tech suggested Wrecker take Omega home. His thinly veiled excuse to be alone with you wasn’t questioned by anyone, least of all a tired Omega who yawned through her departure.

Once the silence had settled, you came to sit with him on the couch. He quickly turned off his data pad — not that I’ve found anything worth hiding yet, he thought bitterly — and you melted into his side, not quite cuddling but just letting yourself rest against him.

It was a position you had taken to, and he appreciated the concession that allowed him to keep his arms free while still remaining close to you. Tonight, however, he put his pad down and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, surrounding you with him.

“Now that the others are gone, will you tell me what inspired the melancholic air?”

The tilt of your head to press further into him pleased and concerned him in equal measure.

“Just … realizing what I’m missing, I guess. I mean, I knew when I enlisted in the GAR that I’d be away from home for the holidays. But I could always call, you know? Now that were on the run …”

The silence of your dropped sentence carried for a beat. Tech shifted so he could better see your face while you still rested on his torso.

“Now that we must conceal ourselves from the Empire, it’s too big a risk,” he finished for you.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “And it’s not like I didn’t know that before. We’ve been running for a while and next week is no different. Meg’s comment just made reality hit home.”

“That is understandable.” Tech paused, considering where to go from here. The most obvious solutions — visiting home, calling family, etc. — were all off the table. But leaving you as you were, clearly distressed and upset, was unacceptable. “What can I do?”

Your smile, though small, was genuine as you shook your head against his chest. “You’re sweet.”

“I am merely trying to resolve your current problem.”

“Yes, and that makes you very sweet,” you insisted. And frankly, with you tucked into his side like you were, he felt little of his usual compulsion to press his point. Still, for the rest of the evening, he struggled to himself with how to resolve your homesickness and prevent it from further tainting your beautiful spirit.

He had his list. He reviewed it multiple times to ensure he had not forgotten a single detail. And despite being certain he hadn’t, he still felt unnecessary adrenaline coursing through his body.

“Right! That’s the last of it!” Wrecker announced as he took the final side dish out of the oven. The small space was laden with delicacies, the recipes for which Tech ensured Wrecker and Omega had followed to the letter.

It all looked perfect to him. But — just this once — Tech would concede that his opinion did not matter. Only you could say whether he was successful or not.

The door to the Batch’s Pabu home opened, and Tech heard your voice carry from the entrance to the kitchen. “Hello?”

You were early. Kark.

Evidently, his anxiety was visible, as Wrecker laughed at him before Hunter stepped over to push him out of the kitchen. “Go. We got the rest.”

With little opportunity to do otherwise, Tech obliged. “Thank you. All of you,” he said, looking at his siblings in turn, trying to infuse his voice with sincerity before closing the door to the kitchen behind him as silently as possible.

“Hello, darling. Happy Life Day Eve.”

“Happy Life Day Eve.” You give him a quick kiss before looking around the empty living room. “Where is everyone?”

“They are finishing up some final preparations.”

Confusion colored your face. Understandable, considering you had been the leader of holiday prep … at least as far as you knew. But that was the entire point of a surprise, he supposed.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been supervising. We have a surprise for you.” Tech took your hand in his, giving it a small squeeze before leading you through the house to his room.

You give a small laugh, and he felt the knot in his stomach begin to loosen.

“Shouldn’t presents be saved for tomorrow?” You tease.

“I believe you’ll prefer enjoying this one tonight.”

Opening the door to his room, Tech led you inside to reveal a rather large — and if he permits, rather impressive — new comm station.

He watches your face closely as your eyebrows lift as you take in the sight.

“Wow, Tech! That’s really impressive! Did you build this yourself?”

“Naturally. However,” Tech pulled you further into the room to stand directly in front of the comm, “You cannot ascertain what’s special about this particular comm station by simply observing.”

“Oh?” Your crooked smile as you played along with him was possibly one of the most endearing expressions, and it reminded him to turn on his recording device. “Then please enlighten me. What is so special about it that it my surprise Life Day present?”

Instead of answering, Tech reclaims his hand to type in the frequency he’s come to memorize. He paused, looking up to you and smiling briefly before pressing the call button. “It’s encrypted.”

You tilted your head, eyes furrowed as you tried to make the connection. But before you could, a woman’s voice filtered through the comm.

“Hello? Tech? Can you hear me? Are they there yet?”

Instantly, Tech saw a multitude of emotions fly across your face faster than he could catalogue them as a tear slid down the sweet curve of your cheek. 

Most fortunate, then, that I remembered to begin recording.

Your voice cracked as you answered softly, “Mama?”

“Hi, honey! Oh, stars, it’s so good to hear your voice. Hold on, your father’s coming, too.”

Resting a hand lightly on your shoulder, Tech pressed a kiss to your cheek and whispered, “Take your time and come outside when you’re done.”

Your eyes were bright and wide, and Tech knew he could never catalogue the multitude or depth of your emotions in that moment. But what he did know was that look of melancholy had been well and truly banished. And that was all he needed.

Two hours later, you emerged with a wide smile painted on your face, despite the slight redness around your eyes.

“Tech,” you called softly, reaching out to take hold of him. He let you, falling into your embrace happily. “Thank you.”

“I am glad my plan was successful.”

“It really was.” You tightened your arms around him, and it was only slightly unpleasant. But Tech would have given you a pass even if you had Wrecker’s strength in this moment. “My brilliant genius. You have no idea what that meant to me.”

“Hm, I shall refrain from arguing for now. But that was only the first stage. Are you ready for stage two?”

Tech can feel his shirt dampen as tears soak the fabric even as you laugh.

“Part two? I don’t know. I can’t imagine topping part one.”

Keeping his arm around you, Tech turned you both to lead you to the kitchen, opening the door to reveal the rest of the Batch. In the time it took you to complete your call, his brothers and sister had plated and displayed the wide array of Corellian holiday dishes.

Admittedly, the smell was heavenly. Tech understood why the absence of this spread would be lamentable.

“What in the …” Your head swiveled between members of the Batch, mouth open in soundless surprise before Omega bounded forward, pointing to each dish and telling you how they followed your family’s instructions exactly. It was clear she was eager to hear your approval, perhaps more so than he had been.

“You and Wrecker made all of this?” You asked the young girl, pulling her into a hug when she finished.

“Yup! But it was all Tech’s idea! He got the comm station built and got the recipes from your family, told Phee and Echo where to get everything we didn’t have on Pabu, and he had Hunter distracting you all week so you wouldn’t notice anything!”

Your eyes narrowed at the Sergeant, earning a laugh from Echo. “So that’s why we’ve been re-cataloguing everything in the museum?”

“Sorry. It was the only thing I could think of that you’d believe,” Hunter said, hands raised in front of him as if to ward off your playful irritation.

“What do you think?” Tech asked, touching a hand lightly to your lower back to pull your attention to him. “Does part two satisfy?”

You bark a laugh before pressing into his side once again, sneaking your arm under his so it wraps around his waist, leaving no room between you before burying your head into his shoulder.

“This was… this…” He felt your deep, steadying breath and tightens his hold on you as he waits for you to collect your thoughts. “Yes, Tech. It beyond satisfies. I have never felt so loved.”

He reached forward, lifting your face to his so he can see your eyes. “But you are, darling. You are so very loved.”

And for a brief moment, Tech lost track of time. The shine of your eyes, fueled by love, awe, and just a few unshed tears, was all he needed. If this were the “meaning of the holidays,” then Tech finally understood why so many lifeforms craved the holiday season so.

“So, uh, can we eat? Or d’ya wanna keep starin’ at each other?”

Uncouth as ever, Wrecker’s question pulled you away from Tech with a laugh, though you never let go of his hand. “Yeah, let’s eat.”

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[hanaonesflower]

Synopsis: Nanami misses his girlfriend while being on a business trip, he decides to leave early so he could come home and fuck her, shows her how much he wanted her.

Note/message: I MISS THIS APP SO MUCH!!!!! This semester at school gave me a mf ass beating but hey I’m still alive and I’m back w a piece for nanami. Ofc I would write for Nanami bc I’m OBSESSED with him but yll already knew this! Also, happy new year!! <33

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No but can you imagine Nanami, blonde, pretty, stoic business man, begging on his knees for you? He hates business trips, he hates his job in general but what else is new. This past trip was absolutely brutal, he had the worst jet lag, his coworkers didn’t know when to shut up and stop being a nuisance, his boss attempted at bonding activities for the team but Nanami wanted nothing to do with it. He couldn’t even get to have a hotel room to himself, having to share them with other men whom he found to be hygienically incompetent.

The trip would have been 10 days but by half way into it, Nanami felt like he couldn’t take it anymore. He found himself tugging and pawing at his throbbing cock in the middle of an importing board meeting when he suddenly had a thought of the video you sent him last night. A naughty strip tease in the new lingerie you had purchased to surprise him with for when he arrived home but it just couldn’t wait.

He was reminiscent of the way your body moved and how skin was shaped by the lingerie. Each part of the lace fabric covering a part of you that made his mouth water just thinking about it. You were so, so goddamn pretty he couldn’t contain his urges when the time was the most inappropriate. He was counting down the minute it would take for the meeting to adjourn, 15 minutes felt like an eternity for Nanami. He debated requesting his boss to let him attend the rest of this business trip via a web call and head home early. Which his boss surprisingly agreed upon.

He took another look at the videos you sent him, virtually keeping him company as he locked himself in the plane’s lavatory. A palm on his dick, rubbing the fabric against his skin, the friction was getting too pleasurable. Cumming now felt like a betrayal to you, Nanami knew what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you but his loyalty was boundless. Shutting off his phone and sliding them back into his pocket, splashing some water on his face before taking deep breaths. He left the confined cubicle and returned to his seat. And yes, he was still throbbing with need and desperation.

The minute his taxi came to a halt at the front door of your home, he bolted out, almost forgetting his own luggage in the car. He thanked the driver hastily before dashing towards the front door. His excitement was as high as ever seeing your car parked on the driveway.

He swung the door open to you lounging around the house in your prettiest loungewear you showed off to him right before his departure a few days ago.

“Kento! You’re home early!” Your excitement was met very much with his big, strong arms as he braced you plush to his broad chest. You smelled him, he smelled like gas and stale cigarettes and the airplane air. But you could still smell him.

Nanami always smelt like old pine and musk, with a dash of eucalyptus. You nuzzled your face closely, taking him all in. Relishing this moment in his arms, tightly wrapped around you.

“Sweetheart, I missed you,” he groaned out. His tone wasn’t neutral. It held much of his unmet needs these past few days, combined with pent up frustration and the amount of blue balls he’d given himself. He sounded desperate. He dragged his lips against yours, despite being a little chapped, he thought they were delicious.

It didn’t take long before he shoved his tongue in your mouth, explored your mouth and shoved it hard down your throat. He came to the conclusion that no matter what, he would never get enough of you. Usually, Nanami was gentle, treating you like fragile glass, with the tendency to break with any miscalculation. But today, he was still to risk it, knowing he could fix you.

Swinging your legs around his torso, he carried you toward the couch, tongue still unwilling to relinquish its place in your mouth. You moaned into his, that roused something within him.

“I’m going to take you, right here, right now.”

Getting down on his knees, eyes oozing with plea and bargain, hands hungrily grabbed at your tender flesh, squeezing and feeling all that he had been missing these past few days.

“Kento, please, use me baby,” so pliant, so suggestible when you were like this. Legs slowly spread open for him, your essence drove him out of his mind. Eyes focused on your glistening pussy, god, he fucking loved this.

“Baby, you’ve been missing me, too, haven’t you?” Diving head first into your pussy, he no longer abided by his strategic demeanor. He was messy, careless, utterly chaotic. Tongue lapping away at your essence, smearing your wetness across your thighs and littering bruising kisses on them.

“Tell me you want me, too, baby,” he smirked.

“I want you, I want you so bad, Kento baby please,” you pleaded with tears in your eyes. Nanami didn’t have a degrading kink but he thought that having you completely at his mercy provoked the corrupted side of his.

He worked his magic down there, ripping orgasms out of you mercilessly. Your legs quiver under his stimulation, unable to withstand it yet unable to let go. He took advantage of it, of you. You tugged at his pants, his cock sprang free, the beaded precum on the tip made you drool. Wiping at it with your thumb and shoving it in your mouth. Your dainty fingers wrapped around his hardened dick, searching and feeling each vein decorating his shaft. You brought it upon your mouth, tonguing it down, pushing it down your esophagus and then some. Nanami didn’t like to be rough with you, but your eyes told him you wanted him to be; so he firmly locked your head in with his hands and drilled his hips into your mouth, down your throat until you formed fat tears.

“ I love it when you whore yourself out for me, baby.”

[atinystaypixie]

can u do ony cheatin on his gf w y/n nd his gf walk in 🗣️

Baby anything for you. Ilysm😙��� sowwy this took so long I was so conflicted on where to set it and how to do this😭

MDNI!! 18+

WC: 1.6k+, pstt not proofread

CW: Cheating (don't do it. That's how you get shot😠)

🎵I can't say his name 'cause he be cheatin' (I love you, baby)

Yeah, and I'm the reason 🎵 (my honest reaction to this)

She was such a a sweet lady. Bright smile, positive attitude, never frowning. She greeted you every morning, offered you the desserts she would bake, even helped you bring in groceries when needed. She would tell you how her boyfriend enjoyed them and thought you would some too because she made so many.

But the tall, handsome man staying with her cancels her out. Her kindness didn't matter when his dick was being this kind to your pussy. You had never felt this pleasure until you met the kind woman's boyfriend. Her smile was sweet but his smile was making your thighs clench. He caused a heat to rise in the moment he locked eyes with you a few seconds too long.

She treated him well. The bake goods she offered you were often ones she made for him but went overboard and would have too many. "Onyankopon loves these but I made too many and thought you would like some while they are fresh." The beaming smile and cute basket she had while at your door would warm the hearts of anyone.

"I can see why your boyfriend loves them. They smell delicious." She never picked up on how you went around saying his name.

She was a good woman, but Ony couldn't focus on that when he could only think about your walls squeezing around him. You enticed him, stuck to his brain, made his dick only hard for you. He's just a man. What was he supposed to do when his dick picked better than his brain? The moment he saw you he could only think about fucking you till you saw stars. It wasn't like his girlfriend was anything short of a beautiful body, but your body…your body made him think sinful thoughts. Thoughts that shouldn't even occur when he has a loyal, beautiful girlfriend that he lives with.

You wish you could feel bad about going behind your sweet neighbors across the hall back but you can't. Not when you count the seconds after she leaves to run across the hall to the door Ony left unlocked for you. He already had it planned because this wasn't the first time you've entered his apartment in your skimpy tank top and shorts that had your ass hanging out. This was a routine that had been going on for months. It wasn't your fault she worked day shift and Ony worked night. You were just doing her a favor and keeping her man happy while she went to work.

Ony appreciated the favor you were doing his girlfriend the most. The moment you walk through the door his hands are on you. There is no need for a hello, not when the best greetings came from the unfaithful kiss you two shared. Your tongues swirling each other's, his large hands squeezing and gripping your ass, your hands running up his chest to wrap around his shoulders, the airy moans. If anyone saw you they would think you were lovers who had been separated for centuries and happy to be back together.

"Damn, baby. Feel like it's been forever." The dark skinned male speaks as he picks you up by your thighs and carries you to the kitchen island. "Let me see that pretty face." He's biting at his bottom lip adoring the face of the woman who turned him into a cheater. Taking his hands, he starts caressing your thighs.

You can feel heat rising to your face as you look at him. "Ony, I was just over here yesterday and you saw me before you went in for your shift last night. Don't play." You laugh at him. His girlfriend didn't need to know you never said his name because you were well acquaintanced with his name, except it was the version of his name that a regular neighbor wouldn't know.

"Too many hours passed by. I missed you." His hands travel higher on your thighs and he leans into you. "Missed this pretty pussy too." His voice is deep and sends shocks straight to your cunt.

"Then show me." You didn't have to tell him twice. He pulls you so that you are laying down on the kitchen island with your legs around his shoulders. He pulls your shorts to the side already knowing you aren't wearing panties. You both were always ready for each other in easy access clothing. His tongue licks a heavy stripe up your slit and stops at your clit to kiss it. Ony is holding eye contact with you as he slowly releases a spit from his mouth letting it leak past your clit down your pussy. The sight causes a soft moan to come from you. His spit mixing with your arousal.

He takes his thumb and follows the trail before spreading your mixture around making a mess between your thighs. Ony likes when your whole pussy is shining from the mix of your essence and his spit. It makes you even more enjoyable to eat. He then spreads your folds and gets to work. The way he swivels his tongue from your entrance to your clit has you gripping his head. He never leaves an inch of your cunt un-licked.

When he latches onto your clit, he pushes two fingers inside of you. It doesn't matter how many times you take his unloyal dick, you always need to be stretched for him. You have tried to play a big girl and do it without the prep but you only ended up crying like a whore as you tried to bounce up and down on his thick length.

Between the flick of his tongue and the movement of his fingers inside of you, you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. "Cum on Daddy's tongue, baby." The way he's talking into your pussy only adds to your pleasure. Your hips are pushing into his face and your eyes are locked shut. Your breathing is picking up and you feel your stomach tightening. "Ony. Ony!" The chanting of his name has him smirking and dragging his fingers inside of you rougher, hitting spots that make your back arch.

A shaky moan escapes you as the tightness in your stomach releases. Your juices being caught by Ony's awaiting tongue, coating his taste buds. "There you go. Good girl. Good girl." His thumb rubs your clit working you through the high he just gave you. He pulls you up by your waist and presses his lips to yours letting you taste yourself from him.

You whine into the kiss, "mmm fuck me, daddy." The handsome man flashes his pearly whites and chuckles. He takes your shorts and slides them off one leg leaving them to hang on one of your ankles. You didn't notice but at some point he slid his own sweats down. He hooks your legs around his shoulders and teased your entrance with his tip.

"You want me in you, baby?"

"Yes. Please, daddy." He holds your head making you hold eye contact with him as he slowly guides himself into you. You shouldn't be this intimate when you don't belong to each other, but damn does it feel good. Your mouth hangs open as you feel every inch and every throb of him. You pussy opening to allow his dick into your deepest parts. There's a deep rumble rising from his chest when he fully finds his forbidden home in you.

The slow pull out of you has your voice going high before it's cut off from him slamming back into you. He's fucking you like he loves you. Slowly dragging himself out before pushing back in with a disrespectful force. You being folded in half and the eye contact is only melting your brain more. Your thoughts are blank, the only thing up there is the man fucking you on the kitchen island in the apartment he shared with his loving girlfriend.

Ony picks up his pace, his mushroom tip hitting your gspot repeatedly. Sweat collecting in both of your hairlines as your face to face moaning out from the pleasure you only find in one another. His legs are getting weaker from the wetness of your walls that won't stop milking him. He picks you up and sits on the kitchen floor with you. You start grinding your hips into him not wanting to lose a second of the feeling of his dick moving inside of you. Ony starts pushing you back and forth. Your bodies disconnect just to come back to each other with a loud smack each time. You can't control your moans, they're echoing through the apartment that you know you don't belong in.

"Ony! Fuck, I'm cumming! I'm gonna-"

"Hold it. I'm almost there." He cuts you off feeling his dick twitching inside of you. He's fucking you on his dick so hard your moans won't even fully come out. Stuck between breathy whines and clouds cries. "Do it, baby. Cum on my dick, pretty girl"

He doesn't have to tell you twice. Your eyes squeeze shut, body clings to his, and thighs shakes as your juices splash on his stomach. You can feel his thick cum coating your walls. Your eyes open and close as they flash white, making you look possessed.

"Onyyyy!!" Your voices rings out.

It's loud, so loud you didn't hear when the door opened. Between the slowing slaps of skin and your moans combined with Ony you didn't hear the sound of the soft footsteps approaching you, the only sound that registered was the scream she let out.

"OH MY GOD! ONY WHAT THE FUCK!" The first time she heard you say her boyfriend's name was in a drawn out moan as she caught him cumming balls deep in you.

This was going to be interesting to explain. You couldn't care though, your post orgasm haze was too great as your body was still clinging to the cheating man who couldn't be bothered to pull out of you

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Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin - 🧚🏽‍♀️

OMG! Y'all don't understand how conflicted I was about this. It still turned out kinda bleh but like ITS BEEN ON MY MIND SINCE MY BABY SENT THIS IN😭

ENOJOY!

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[illogicallyx]

okay im doing a gojo version to this ask i got this morning bc my darling @satocidal wanted a gojo ver too so im making it happen <333

okay so i will project on this a lot bc he is an entp and im an entp and my bae @satocidal is also an entp so ik how we are so this is like Christmas LMFAO okay lets GAURRRRR

this man will deffo become even crazier when you come in his life bc you are just like him and it encourages his behavior by a LOT!!! you guys wreck havoc on school grounds its such a headache for yaga and omg dont even ask utahime abt her blood pressure levels

i feel like utahime first tried to warn you abt gojo when u came to the school (she was in the tokyo school for those every 6 months meeting she has) and she had been there with yaga while you gave ur interview and you looked so calm and serene and she fell for the facade u had created and when she had told u abt gojo it made u excited instead of deterring you

and yeah when she came back again she was in for a shock seeing you and gojo bond together bc "WAS ONE GOJO NOT ENOUGH??? NOW THERE ARE TWO OH GOD WHY U TEST ME" shoko has to come sweep her to her clinic to get her blood pressure pills

okay this dynamic is like big brother. like with nanami it was like dad daughter this ones big brother and younger sister dynamic

i can imagine this man will deffo listen to hit kpop songs with you which you introduced to him!!! his favourites would be boy groups!! like skz and nct and exo for sure

(am i projecting my kpop addiction on him? yes yes i am) he will deffo be delulu with u when u tell him abt ur bias or when u send him compilations of ur fav group being funny he will deffo watch it with u and like this may reach to a point that he will send you a link to the newest variety show of ur fav group before u can get to it

i have a sweet tooth so like imagine his delight when he finds that out IWNDKDKDK he will make u try all of his favorite sweet treats <333 i feel like he will buy like an expensive chocolate to try for shits and giggles to share with u and it ends up being so delicious that now u both are stuck buying it over and over and yeah....one of you is bound to have a cavity or two

he tried to pull pranks on u like he did with yuji but its like karma has come to bite him in the ass for all the times he roped poor yuji into his pranks at his expense bc u dont fall for him bc u are smarter than him in this department (dont tell gojo u said that he will deffo pout)

u often bond with toge over plans on how to prank gojo and u even get nanami's help in these bc he will take any chance he can get to get back at that paint brush looking —

even doe sometimes its hard to tell who is the adult of this dynamic since he gets even crazier with u under his wing bc u get him but this does not mean he neglects his teacher duties

he will deffo come to save ur ass when u are dangling by ur foot by a giant curse bc u allowed it a break of a few seconds but that doesnt mean he will shut up abt it. if u climb on him and flick on his forehead he will be shocked bc w-what???? he thought he was ur fav???? how could you? but he deserves it sometimes and he knows that and he lets you

u are megumi's fav doe bc u put gojo in his place when he teases the boy too much. yeah its like you have two brothers <333

i can imagine him getting you and him kicked out bc he was making funny faces behind yaga during the meeting he dragged u along with him with the higher ups bc he gets bored and his way of beating that boredom is to make faces at u which always without a fail makes you laugh and before u can stop it u have all the eyes on you and ur beetroot face in return rips out a laughter from him and yeah <3 this happens often <3 its a strategy he secretly applies to avoid these meetings bc he hates them

OH im indulging in these so hard but like when he sees u with different types of braids u do on urself when u come to training he's always so fascinated with them and he insists that you braid his hair too and if u complain abt his hair being too short to grip he will threaten to cut off ur monthly supply of chocolates that u love oh so much and yeah it does the trick lmfao this may be a lil sad but its bc it reminds him of the times geto used to braid his hair for him and he never got to experience that again bc he had to do it for tsumiki and well tsumiki couldnt do her own how would she do it for gojo yk?

he will proudly flaunt the braids whenever u do them for him!! its always a hassle for u doe bc his hair is so damn silky but u keep ur mouth shut bc he may stop his money flow for ur chocolate and u dont wanna take no chances

oh also omg imagine introducing tiktoks to this manchild?????? yeahhh its hell on earth if u do esp for nanami omggg he is gonna eat his brain by constantly asking nanami to make tiktoks with him KSKDKDKDK yuji would indulge him doe lmfao and megumi oh he's making a run for it he heard the rumors he's not gonna risk it lol this is reminding of those fortnite dances that were all over tiktok when gojo and yuji skins were introduced LOL

a/n: this thing is such an indulgent piece of shit but i love it so whatever <3

[jennycalendar]

playing a silly little run of bg3 where thea got tadpoled because thinking about her having to deal with all these extremely romantically inclined twentysomethings is very funny to me. was struck w the realization that laezel WOULD hit on the hot dwarven battle cleric two hundred years her senior at the tiefling party. this is that.

Thea blinked, then smiled. It was not the sort of smile that one would hope to receive upon extending a proposition such as Lae’zel’s; it was not full of promise, nor was it deliciously, threateningly lascivious in the way that Lae’zel had privately hoped that it would have been. She smiled in a way that was…Lae’zel did not exactly know the words to describe such a smile. Friendly, with a hint of condescension, but not necessarily in a negative way. It was the sort of smile that Wyll had bestowed upon the tiefling children. This did not bode well for Lae’zel’s night.

“Now, how old are you, cricket?” Thea asked.

“Cricket?!” said Lae’zel, insulted.

“Course,” said Thea. “You’re quick, you’re jumpy, you won’t stop with the chatter when you’ve something to say, seems to me you’re everywhere, day in, day out. Answer my question, why don’t you?”

Lae’zel had the distinct sense that Thea was attempting to impart a point upon her. “I hardly see why this is relevant,” she said curtly. “In the Astral Plane—”

“And even if you weren’t younger than my youngest daughter,” said Thea, as though Lae’zel hadn’t said anything at all, “I’m married gone thirty years now. Hardly looking to shake that up.”

Lae’zel said, “Married?!”

“Oh, this is getting interesting,” said Astarion immediately, leaning over and nearly spilling his wine on Lae’zel’s boots. “Does this mean I don’t have a chance with you, Althea?”

It was gratifying to see that friendly-condescending expression directed towards Astarion instead of herself, now with a hint of irritation. “No one has a chance with me,” said Thea, “outside of my wife, as I’m married. End of.”

“And your wife isn’t willing to share?”

The look on Thea’s face actually was very funny. She did smile, now, but it was a smile like a knife, and it sent enough of a message to Astarion that he looked his version of nervous. “Yeah, you try asking her that,” she said. “See how she takes it.”

Astarion flushed and said, “You could have just said no, you know.”

Thea seemed to only be half listening. Taking a long sip from her own goblet, she removed a piece of ruined old parchment from her pocket, scanning the ever-changing scrawl affectionately before scribbling something down in return. Lae’zel squinted over her shoulder. The kids keep trying to hit on me, she read. Hilarious.

Perfect script responded almost instantly. And I suppose at least one is reading over your shoulder right now?

Lae’zel decided, on principle, that she did not like Thea’s wife. Or Thea. Or tieflings. Or parties. “I can easily find pleasure elsewhere,” she threatened.

“Yeah, you do that, cricket,” said Thea absently. Her quill flew across the paper.

Lae’zel stalked away, seething. To be treated as some sort of—of—hatchling, and by such a laughably primitive creature! Her prowess in bed was rivaled only by her prowess in battle. If given the opportunity, she would slaughter Thea’s wife outright.

~~

I have had more than a few young Harpers profess their undying adoration towards me in my time, Jaheira wrote, though this was, of course, decades before we met, and I was not yet as esteemed and terrifying as I am now.

Takes a special sort of idiot to flirt with the High Harper, I suppose, Thea wrote, and added an innocently smiling face to punctuate her sentence.

Fuck off. I am eminently fond of idiots. A pause, then, What did you say to dissuade the girl?

Thea’s quill did a nervous zigzag. She was trying to be honest with Jaheira; they had little time left together, after all. But this didn’t seem like the sort of thing to joke about.

Told her I’ve been married for thirty years.

Jaheira did not respond for ten minutes. Thea stared anxiously at the paper, drank, stared more at the paper, drank more, tried her very fucking best not to lose her shit thinking about being out here in the wilds and knowing she’d lost Jaheira.

Then:

This does add some clarity to Minsc asking last year as to the welfare of my “second husband.” I assumed he was losing what little mind he has. A perfectly drawn heart. You are, by the by, a sub-par husband. I do not appear to have any sort of wedding ring.

Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, Thea scrawled shakily, making me wait like that!

You made me wait THIRTY YEARS, ALTHEA, Jaheira started.

Seemed as though it was going to get a lot longer before she got finished. Thea cut her off. I’ve got the ring on me, she wrote. Forgot to give it to you.

The word “forgot” was enclosed by Jaheira in pointed quotation marks.

Yeah, fair. Didn’t give it to you. Didn’t want to humiliate myself again.

How Long Have You Been Carrying Around—Jaheira cut herself off, scribbling out the half-finished sentence to write another one. Silvanus help me, do not answer that; I will be forced to travel to wherever you are and kill you myself.

Thea drew a crude heart of her own, then wrote, Thirty years.

Another wait, this one longer and, clearly, ever more deliberate. Jaheira wrote: Being your wife is intolerable. You will have to beg me to wear your ring when you return.

All right. Thea drew three more hearts.

I am sick of you!!! Stop writing!!!!

Thea drew seven more hearts around the word “stop.” Jaheira scratched all of them out.

“What do you even do with that parchment?” Astarion demanded.

“My wife’s telling me how much she loves me,” said Thea immediately, pocketing the parchment. “Shove off.”

She pulled out the parchment again when he was gone. Jaheira had written something else.

Eat something. Do not just drink yourself into a stupor; I know how you get at parties.

I run a fucking bakery, fuck off, Thea wrote, and kissed the parchment before pocketing it again.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

could i request a larissa x reader where she gets bridal carried by reader? she becomes super flustered, blushing and stuttering like crazy. reader teases her about it of course, which makes it a whole lot worse.

thank you so much for sharing your writing with us, it’s amazing <3

I hope you enjoy this one, Anon!

“A place all of our own,” Larissa murmured.

Her arms were around your waist as she stared at the little cottage you’d bought. You lent back against her, keys jingling in your hands.

“So you can stop spending so much time at that school,” you said, shooting her a teasing smile. She smiled back, giving your side a quick pinch.

“Alright, we should go in,” she said.

“Yes,” you agreed, “we should.”

She went to step around you and you caught her around the waist. She looked down at you, quirking an eyebrow as you refused to let her go. You grinned up at her.

“Let’s do this properly.”

You swept her up into your arms. She squealed, her arms wrapping around your neck tightly. You giggled, taking your first step with her. She buried her face in your neck and you could feel how hot her skin was.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked, and you loved how flustered she sounded.

“You have to be treated right, baby,” you said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She made a small noise, somewhere between a self conscious laugh and a protest. You loved that noise.

You had never told her before but you loved the feeling of her in your arms, the weight of her so delicious. Holding her close always had your heart racing. There was no greater feeling in the world in your opinion.

You juggled the keys, pushing the door open. Being careful to keep her from hitting anything, you manoeuvred the two of you inside. You stood just inside the doorway, breathing in the new house smell but only able to take in the scent of Larissa’s perfume.

“Alright, you can… you can put me down now,” she said.

“Nope, not quite yet,” you replied, “I have to give you your money’s worth.”

She looked at you with red cheeks and bright eyes. You pressed a kiss to her lips, revelling in the way her arms tightened around your neck. You hummed, drawing back.

“Onwards,” you said.

You wandered through the house, taking her to the room right at the back of the house. Kicking open the door, you were met with the wide mattress and the dark wooden headboard. You felt her breath on your neck and you grinned.

“There we go,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her blazing cheek.

You placed her down on the bed, gentle as could be. You cupped both her cheeks, pressing another lingering kiss to her lips.

“Darling, you…” she began, not quite meeting our eye, “that wasn’t necessary.”

“You didn’t enjoy it?” you asked, smirking, kneeling in front of her. You knew the answer. You always knew the answer with her.

Her eyes met yours before skittering away, her tongue darting out to wet her lip. You traced the trail it made, wondering when you could follow it.

“I did.” She sounded so wistful, “I really did.”

She blinked, gaze meeting yours again. You couldn’t help yourself, pulling her down to kiss her again, long and deep and slow. Her hands fluttered around you before landing on your shoulders. She was all you wanted.

“Thank you,” she said.

“I’ll do it every day of the rest of out lives if you really want,” you said.

Her answering smile was bright and all encompassing. You’d do anything to put that smile on her face for the rest of your life. Luckily, it seemed doing exactly what you wanted would do that.

[limpwristdyke]

wondering if you’d be willing to share some of your favorite j7 fics?

First of all I’m sorry it took me this long to answer u and secondly THANK u for this opportunity to dump some of my faves on you! 💕 Also I wanted to reread all of these before rec’ing for fun & so I could say better what I MEAN about them but alas I’m gonna have to mostly go off my memory & vibes. Also lol I’m getting so distracted off looking for more old fics so I’m just gonna send tweet so I don’t spend another week adding to this but ofc there are so many greats & if I think of other faves I’ll lyk!

I’m gonna err toward some pre-ao3 fics—there's such a little something about the older gems, I don't know what it is but it’s like its own universe and the lighting’s just a little different over there. 

The Oracle by nejvit oracle: nejvit

When I found this fic I felt like I’d fallen thru a dimension like, This story’s been here all this time!?! and became obsessed w finding more older J/7 fics. I immediately read everything else by nejvit after this one; recommend the rest but this one’s the best IMO.

The Rod and the Staff by Trekintandem 

Get in gays its biblical allusions + queer desire! The writing is so !! trekintandem is so good at envisioning and describing the sort of awkward/easy, casual/weighty conversations they like to/ought to have w each other & showing their little gears turning as they try to figure out what they’re trying to say & why. Also recommend Propriety and Desire—SUCH a sexy little vibe for them. Ok also read the same spot twice (post endgame) ! 

Not just strip poker by pinkrabbitproductions

A romp & a treat! Also tbh a fave of Seven’s responses to questions of power. (Also may be worth mentioning that I think the title sorta misrepresents the vibe, to me anyway) 

Rules of the Game by Bailey B.

A post-endgame treat for the pygmalion girlies (gn)!!!! + something I love where Janeway distances herself from Seven thinking it’s The Right Thing To Do but it is actually fucked up & hurtful & she has to get right with herself! But most importantly it’s the Vibes for me.

Journey’s End by iheartjaneway

Another post endgame—I haven’t read this one in years but rabidly searched the internet (in vain) for more of their fics so I know I had a great time.

Before the Beginning: Jackie Kennedy

Another one I need to reread but it’s another one for the ~vibes. & some of these scenes of the Voyager crew in San Francisco are canon to me. …oh no I think this is another one where Janeway avoids Seven out of her misguided martyr complex no one look at me!!!!! Well,

The Once and Future by awomannotagirl

Powerful, life-changing, show-stopping!!! I wish I could eat this fic. Also post endgame. (& imo SUCH a good take on Janeway’s background; canon To Me.) 

wild geese by problematick 

I haven’t watched Picard and one of the reasons I may never is because I KNOW I’ll be disappointed that it is not THIS FIC which is everything!! + Seven, & Kathryn, & Seven’s name?? Delicious!

Violence and Variations by kesdax 

This one's a gen series with a j7 storyline; imo it’s like watching an arc of perfect Seven-centric Voyager eps. Like Voyager should’ve made these eps fr!! Fair warning it’s currently an unfinished series!

Hypnobyl’s Love is Blind (care-taking Seven in the Seven-most way!) & Necessary Sacrifices (fake marriage away mission!!) ok & Coya Anochta Zab (another post-endgame...)

Baby Demon by Boadicea and Kelly

A rare Relativity story! I love the idea of these two in time travel situations together. I wanna call this fic atmospheric, I think that's the main thing that's stuck with me.

Crossing the Line by FaustianAspirant

A post Dark Frontier scene. This is thee j7 pretext dialogue/scenario to me!!! (SPOILER/fair warning u might not like where/how it ends up but IMO worth it regardless.)

[memphisnovels]

Evermore

Chapter 16. Emma

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It's always darkest before the dawn :)

I'm so excited to share the next two chapters, in my opinion, chapter 18 is the pot at the end of the proverbial rainbow and chapter 17 is a little treat <33

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: Car accidents, canon-typical violence, injuriesNadia totally isn't in denial, arguing, unresolved tension as per usual, Pietro and Nadia in general, just kiss already smh, soft Nadia.

“Here.” I jammed the chocolate-dipped delicacy into Pietro’s hands. He raised an eyebrow at me. “It’s a stroopwafel… you eat it. They’re delicious.” I spoke as if it were obvious.

The corner of his lips upturned as he stared at the item. “I figured. Why are you giving me this.”

“You looked hungry.” I walked ahead of him, adjusting the strawberry blonde wig on my head.

“Right. Of course, so this definitely isn’t you just being sweet on me.”

I offered him a look of disgust. “If anything, it’s me trying to buy your forgiveness.” He chuckled at that. It was the most normal we’d felt in days. It was Wednesday and finally Pietro seemed to not hate me anymore. We still hadn’t spoken about what he was so mad about earlier in the week, but I’d prefer it if things simply got back to normal. No need to talk it out.

“Unfortunately, that’s not something you can buy.” He tossed the waffle in the trash and continued on. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he simply bypassed me and entered the coffee shop. My blood boiled as I worked, where did he get off acting like that? Acting like… well, me, when he first became an Avenger. I chose to ignore this revelation, tonight we’d finally be able to do something, not just sit around and listen. Pietro and I were going to break into Tara Janssen’s office, and I’d access her systems to steal her files.

I’d been antsy all day, craving action. The coffee shop had been dull as usual, Janssen sat drinking her coffee and typing away at her laptop, only answering emails, nothing particularly interesting. She ordered the same thing every day, a black coffee and a meringue tart. She’d smile at me kindly and say thank you when I placed it beside her, never saying anything beyond that.

“Are these your favorite?” I asked, setting down the tart beside her. She startled slightly at my words, glancing at me as if she were a deer and I were the headlights. I smiled gently at her, gesturing toward the plate. “You order this every day.” I explained.

She smiled at me then. “I like sweet things.” She spoke, watching me.

I hummed. “But not sweet coffee?”

“Coffee is a means to an end; it has a purpose. Desserts are just an indulgence, they make me feel better.”

“That’s a philosophy I can get behind.”

Her smile widened. “What’s your name?”

“Emma,” I responded sweetly.

“Pleasure to meet you, Emma, I’m Tara.” She offered her hand, and I shook it gently, gritting my teeth and steeling myself for the contact. “Are you new here?”

“To Amsterdam or the shop? Well, technically the answer is both. I started at the shop this week, but I moved here like a month ago.”

She nodded. “Well, you know if you ever need someone to show you around, I’d be happy to. I know what it’s like to be new to a city, how lonely it can be.” She scribbled her phone number on the napkin by her plate and handed it to me.

I looked it over before folding it and stowing it in my pocket. “That’s so kind of you. I’d really, really like that. Thank you.” My eyes met Pietro’s briefly as I left Tara’s table. He raised a solitary eyebrow at me for just a moment. His jaw ticking slightly before his eyes dropped back to the newspaper in front of him. He looked so different, though I supposed we both did with the disguising bugs that we wore, courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

…

“I’d really, really like that.” Pietro mocked, donning a whiny high-pitched tone.

My hands were settled on my hips as I turned to look at him. “I do not sound like that and what was I supposed to say, she’s the target, I have to play along with whatever game she plays.”

“Oh of course… we are trying to prove that she’s a potential terrorist though, not trying to date her.”

“What is your problem?!” I snapped in a hushed tone as we approached Tara’s office.

He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Tony’s voice filling the comm.

“Alright, you two, as entertaining as this is we need to get this done before someone catches the two of you skulking around. Nads, let’s do this.” I sighed, entering the room. Pietro remained outside the door keeping watch. Slipping into the swivel chair behind the desk, I turned the computer on. “Just plug in the bug and follow the prompts then I’ll hack her from the compound,” Tony spoke, I did as he said, jamming the flash drive into the laptop and following each of his instructions. After a few long moments of humming and clicking sounds the screen lit up, revealing the company homepage and several folders. “Okay now take a look around and I’ll tell you what to download.” I hummed in agreement. Beginning to click aimlessly on files.

“What am I even looking for? A flashing file called world domination?”

“I mean that would be ideal actually, but I suspect it’ll probably be a little harder than that, unfortunately.” I rolled my eyes, continuing to open files. “It’ll probably be labeled as something innocuous, search for a file type that is different from the others.”

“Christmas 2015?” I muttered clicking on the extremely large file. The screen went black for a moment before a screen with green text opened. “Tony?”

Clicking filled the comms. “Yeah, on it.” I took to swirling in the swivel chair as he typed away. I’d woken up every night this week from the strange dreams, sometimes it was the man in the glasses, sometimes the ballet and often it was that boy on the street, saying that same thing over and over again. Occasionally, a new word would break through, another piece of the sentence revealed to me. “Holy shit.” Tony’s voice had me putting my feet down instantly and grabbing the desk to stop the chair. I blinked several times to reorient myself as I watched the blank screen begin to populate.

“Is it a map? What am I looking at?”

“It’s… everything.” The fact that Tony had been momentarily silenced by our findings had me nervous. “It’s a backdoor to the entire internet, everyone’s personal information, their dirty laundry, codes, government data… everything.”

A blue streak shot by me as Pietro entered the room, leaning on the back of my chair and looking at the screen. I could feel the heat radiating from his body onto mine, it was extremely distracting.

“Jesus Christ, is this going to be like that Ultron bastard all over again?” He muttered.

Tony hummed. “No, no this is a 25-year-old woman with no superpowers that we know of. At least we don’t have to contend with an almost indestructible weapon of intelligence this time around.”

“Well, at least there’s that,” I spoke, glancing over at Pietro. I swallowed heavily as I watched him, the muscles in his jaw feathering lightly. Feeling my gaze, his eyes shifted to meet mine. I could feel myself melting slightly, he was closer than he’d been to me in days. The way my heartbeat picked up concerned me greatly. What the hell was this feeling? Why is it happening to me? How do I make it stop? Can I make it stop?

The more time passed, the less sure I was.

“Okay, download all of this onto the drive and get out of there,” Tony said.

I dragged my gaze back to the screen hesitantly, doing as he’d said, I could feel Pietro still hovering over my shoulder. From my peripheral, it seemed like he was shooting me glances, though I didn’t want to look his way again, couldn’t risk getting side-tracked. I watched the download bar progress, the pace felt excruciating. Finally, I glanced over my shoulder at the cause of my torment. I muted my comm and turned the chair to face him, crossing my arms. “Can we talk about it now?”

Pietro raised an eyebrow at me, muting his comm as well. “Talk about what.”

“The thing you said you didn’t want to talk about the other night, the reason you’re so mad,” I responded tersely.

He scoffed. “What makes you think I want to talk about it now?” He made a show of looking at our surroundings. “This isn’t exactly the place for a deep and meaningful conversation.”

“I don’t care, we need to talk about it.”

“You cannot be serious; you never want to talk about anything and all of the sudden you’re expressing your feelings?”

I clenched my hands into fists at my sides, narrowing my eyes at him. “No, I’m asking you to express your feelings in a way that isn’t huffy and whiney rudeness, dickhead.” He rolled his eyes at me, sighing exasperatedly and mumbling something incoherent under his breath. I suspected it was Sokovian. With a heavy swallow, I shut my eyes tightly, taking a moment to collect myself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

A little smile tugged at his lips. “Who are you and what have you done with Nadia?”

“Wow, you’re so funny.” I deadpanned. “I do not want to talk about this either, Pietro, obviously… but if the alternative is you hating me, then fine let’s talk about it, consider me a conversationalist.”

The look in his eyes told me he wanted to talk, to tell me what was going on. However, his jaw remained tight. I opened my mouth to speak again but before I was engulfed by a blue and silver blur. My back hit the wall silently, Pietro’s hand pressed firmly over my mouth, his chest flush to mine. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, and he turned my head toward the glass pane of the office, within moments a flashlight shone through, and a security guard appeared, wandering down the hall between the offices, searching for signs of life. I closed my eyes for a second, it’s lucky one of us was paying attention. I was infuriated by the situation. I’d been so caught up in him being mad at me that I completely let my guard down. This is exactly why I wanted some distance between us, this is what happens when you get too invested. When the elevator doors closed behind the guard and the coast was clear I intended to shove Pietro off of me and say something cruel, something to further the wedge between us. However, all it took was one glance into his beautiful blue eyes and I was right back on the balcony that night, seeing the hurt flash across his face as I fled this thing that was not just his fault but my own too. He let his hand drop from my mouth but didn’t move from his place against me, scanning our surroundings one more time before peeling his body from mine. Air filled my lungs once more, but it felt different now, disorienting, and jagged. I tore my gaze from the man before me when he looked at me, walking swiftly back to the laptop to see it had finished downloading. I ejected the drive and shoved it into my pocket, zipping the material and pulling the hood back over my head. Tony had hacked the security cameras to get us in unseen, but I still didn’t want to take the risk.

Pietro extended his arm for me, wordlessly. I stared at it for a long moment before closing my eyes and accepting it. One second wind whipped around me so quickly it made me dizzy and the next my feet were planted firmly on the ground at the door of our hotel room. He stepped toward the door but halted in his tracks, his fingers slipping from the handle before he turned to me, his gaze so intense that it had me frozen in place.

“I have never, not even for a moment, hated you, Nadia.” No words came to mind as I stood there completely still, watching him. He hesitated for a moment, looking toward the door before shooting me another glance. The look in his eyes made something deep in me falter. I didn’t think there was anything else he could say that would affect me the way his gaze had just now… but then he spoke again. “Sometimes I wish I did, maybe then this wouldn’t be so hard to talk about.”

His name fell from my lips, so quietly I wasn’t sure he’d even hear me. It was completely unintentional and yet it slipped out so easily, almost instinctually. He closed his eyes for a moment, not meeting my eyes again before he turned and entered the hotel room.

We didn’t speak again for the rest of the night. By the time I walked into the room, he was in the shower, after which he went straight to bed without so much as offering me a glance. I’d laid awake most of the night, replaying his words over and over in my head. Part of me wanted to take the worst from it, to hone in on the word hate. He wanted to hate me, that’s what he said. That part of my brain screamed that I was right to push him away, he was telling me how he felt, if he had the choice, I’d be his mortal enemy. That wasn’t the part that won out though because that isn’t what he’d said to me, and maybe sometimes I wish that he would just hate me too. I’d tried really hard to make him hate me, and even though he was evidently upset with me right now, he still didn’t hate me, and just like he said that makes all of this so much harder. It wasn’t so much the words he spoke that I clung to, but what lived between his lines.

The sun had been extra bright the next morning and I was feeling hopeful. I’d left before him to begin my shift at the coffee shop, stopping on the way at the specialty bakery I’d spotted two days before. When Pietro finally arrived and took his usual seat, the morning rush had just died down and Tara was yet to come in. I quickly set up a plate and saucer beside the barista, telling her what I wanted her to do. The instruction brought a cheeky smile to her lips as she brewed the rich coffee. He didn’t look up when I walked over to his table, continuing to scan his eyes over the newspaper that lay he held before him. I didn’t let his attitude deter me, placing the coffee down in front of him slightly harder than necessary. His eyes trailed slowly from the newspaper to the drink before him, his regular coffee order but with a little smiley face on top made out of cocoa powder. “Cute.” He muttered, returning to his newspaper. God, he was a smartass, I swallowed down my amusement at his antics, placing the little plate before him next. As hard as he tried to ignore it, his curiosity evidently got the better of him and his eyes darted to the plate, eyebrows furrowing instantly. He glanced over his shoulder at the glass display at the front of the shop before doing a double take of the dessert before him. “They don’t sell these here.” It was quiet but I heard him loud and clear.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” I rolled my eyes at myself, shaking my head and adding. “There’s a specialty bakery on the other side of town, they have desserts and pastries from a bunch of different places… Sokovia too.” My voice lowered at the end of my sentence as my eyes darted between him and the plate. Suddenly, I was nervous, palms sweating. Maybe this was stupid, this isn’t me. I don’t do things like this it’s too real… too vulnerable. I took a deep breath, shaking off the anxiety of it all and steadying myself. He remained silent for a stretch of time that had my heart pick up once more. “Plum dumplings…” I clarified as if maybe he simply wasn’t sure what they were from a glance.

“I know.” His voice gave nothing away about how he was feeling. I felt sick to my stomach as I stood there awaiting a proper response. Every fear that I had just banished came creeping back into my head then. Why wasn’t he saying anything? I glanced around the café to see the other patrons, sipping coffee and going about their days, blissfully unaware of this excruciating experience. I’d endure torture that was more pleasant than this. Then, finally, he spoke up. However, as soon as the words left his mouth, I wished we had just remained in that deafening silence. “I hate plum dumplings.” He didn’t even look at me as he said it.

I felt sick to my stomach in the moment, rage boiled through me, yet the nausea was the thing that hit me the hardest. “Fine,” I uttered, disgusted by how defeated my voice sounded. I rolled my eyes at him as I walked away, feeling utterly defeated. I had just wanted things to be okay between us again. Even when he didn’t seem mad, I hated how he was acting toward me. This distance was unbearable. I ran a hand through my hair, well, my wig, that was weird. My body coming into contact with another pulled me swiftly from my thoughts.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, honestly, I’m such a klutz. Are you okay?” I asked, my English accent strong as I gazed at Tara.

“No worries at all, I’m completely fine, I promise.” She spoke gently, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “It’s really my fault anyway, I was just in too much of a hurry.”

I smiled warmly at her. “Take a seat I’ll grab you your regular.”

“No need.” She lifted her hand to show the takeaway coffee cup. I hadn’t even noticed her come, that was bizarre. Sure, I haven’t exactly been myself this past week, but I wasn’t that out of it that I’d miss her coming in. I shook it off, maintaining my smile and offering her a kind farewell before turning to walk away. “Oh, and Nadia, I have to say I really prefer your normal face, disguise tech-free.”

My heart stopped beating for a second but when you’d undergone the training I had, it was easy to hide any sudden emotions. I glanced back at her with furrowed eyebrows and a slightly amused smile. “Are you talking to me? Damn, I thought I was a bit more memorable than that, my name’s Emma.”

She only smiled at me. “Fuck, you’re really good! You actually had me, you know that, well of course you know. Unfortunately for you, good old-fashioned intelligence agencies just aren’t what they used to be. Money can buy a lot of things, even people’s loyalty.” My mind was working a million miles a minute, there was a rat, someone was feeding her information.

My composure didn’t falter for a second. “Sorry, I think maybe you’ve got me confused with someone, I’m a waitress, what do you think this is some kind of strange spy movie?” I giggled as if she were being ridiculous.

“A word of advice, because for whatever reason, I find myself taken with you… Soon, MI6, CIA all those ridiculous government ops will be a thing of the past, so you really ought to switch to the winning team.” She took a step toward me, placing her hand beside her mouth the way one would before telling a secret. “I’m the winning team if that wasn’t clear.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, tilting my head slightly. “I think you’re confused, Tara. Is there someone I can call for you?”

“Shame.” She spoke, blowing me a kiss before turning and walking out of the café.  I turned back to where Pietro had been sitting the second, she was gone.

It was nothing more than a glint, the gray metal slipping from a suit jacket that had me reacting. I pushed a civilian out of the way, using my coffee tray to hit the man, slamming his wrist against the table before he could shoot. I restrained him, ignoring the gasps and panic of the other people in the café. The tattoo on his neck had me hesitating for a moment, the 6-armed octopus seemed branded into my mind, but not from the Avengers' previous fights with Hydra. I’d seen this tattoo before, I just couldn’t remember where. A blue and silver streak caught my attention, a man went flying to the ground a second later, he’d had a gun pointed at my head I realized. My short distraction had almost cost me my life. The man I was restraining swung at me with his free arm, but I dodged it easily, however, the sudden movement allowed him to get free of my grip. I disarmed him before he could use the gun, but he got a good hit or two in. He was good, I’d give him that. I grabbed a coffee cup from the table and smashed it over his head, using the base of the gun to hit him again and knock him unconscious. Customers were crouched down, hiding around the shop while some inched toward the door to leave. I looked toward Pietro who nodded toward the back exit of the building.

“Thank you,” I muttered to him as we moved toward a car that was parked out the back.

He only grunted in response.

I jumped into the driver’s side, slamming the gun into the steering wheel column until the plastic shifted and I could pry it off to reveal the wires beneath. I could feel Pietro’s gaze on me as I hotwired the car with ease. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

I raised an eyebrow at him as the car started. “The same place I learned how to do most of the things I can do.”  He nodded, putting his seatbelt on as I began to drive us away from the shop. “We’ve been made, that guy was Hydra, if they’re involved this is a lot worse than we realized. We need to destroy all our intel that’s at the hotel before we leave Amsterdam.” I spoke calmly as if this wasn’t as big of a deal as it was.

Pietro watched me intently. “Right… and if they’re already there?”

“Then I will go and destroy the intel and you’ll call Tony from the car.”

“You’re not serious.”

The look I gave him evidently told him otherwise. “Jesus Christ, Nadia, you’re not hospitalizing yourself for this. How many times do we have to have this argument?!”

“I’m not arguing. Hydra isn’t getting our intel, if they’re already at our hotel then we do things the hard way. I’m a big girl I’ll be fine.”

“You are fucking infuriating! You say that other people don’t make sense to you? You don’t make sense to me! You’re right, we’re not arguing. I’m telling you that this isn’t the plan, there must be another way that doesn’t involve you getting killed.”

I whipped my head in his direction, eyes narrowed. “Do you want them to get our intel?”

“I don’t give a shit about the intel! Just like I didn’t give a shit about the mission in Russia, not if it means that you get yourself killed just to get the job done.”

It all happened in slow motion. I saw the car plowing toward us reflected in Pietro’s wide eyes as I opened my mouth to respond. The sound of metal gnashing and crushing filled my ears and we were moving, or at least I think we were. It felt like it went on forever, I barely even felt my head slam into the window of the driver’s side door. I don’t even remember the airbag bursting out.

When my eyes first opened, I shut them quickly, blinded by the brightness. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed but I knew something felt very wrong. It took me several long moments to orient myself and realize that we were upside down. Hanging from our seats, only kept in place by our seatbelts. A small pool of blood sat below me, replenished by a steady drip originating from my head. I pressed a hand to the flesh to feel a wet patch along my hairline. When I looked over the first thing, I saw was an unconscious Pietro. I reached out, ignoring the ache in my arm and the blood streaking covering my hand. Gripping his shoulder as best I could, I shook it again and again.

“Pietro, wake up.” He didn’t move. “Pietro, open your eyes, I don’t know if I can drag you out.” Still nothing. I unclipped my seatbelt, groaning as I fell to the glass-covered floor, well roof I suppose. My head was spinning, a ringing sound in my ears. I shuffled beneath Pietro, reaching up to unclasp his seatbelt. It appeared jammed, I yanked at it again and again, but a sound caught my attention. I glanced outside the shattered window to see orange flames growing around the car. The sight of fire had me pulling the belt harder, the commotion seemingly enough to finally wake the man before me.

“Nadia?” He croaked. I did not respond, only kept banking at his belt. “You need to get out of the car.” I shook my head, still focusing on the unyielding metal clasp. “You have to go now before the car catches.” I made a sound of raw frustrated exhaustion in the back of my throat as I pulled even harder. “Go, Nadia. Now.”

“No!”

My eyes were stinging, I realized then. The physical pain that ran through my body had become secondary. “I can’t walk.” He told me. “My leg.” I looked down to see his leg bent at a painful angle, no doubt in my mind that it was broken.

“You’ll heal.”

“Not that fast.”

I shook my head again. “Then I’ll fucking drag you, just shut up because I’m not leaving you here! Don’t ask me to because I won’t.” I braced myself on his chair, yet again ignoring the excruciating agony that shot through my nerve endings from the exertion.

“I’m sorry.”

I glanced at him. “For what?” I asked, yanking hard again and again on the seatbelt, putting all of my weight on it and pulling.

“I don’t hate plum dumplings, I love them, I’ve loved them since I was a kid, I was just being an asshole.” Finally, the broken clasp released, and Pietro was freed, tumbling down on top of me.

I looked down at the window by my feet, kicking it until it shattered. When it was gone, I shuffled out from under Pietro and climbed out, reaching back in to pull Pietro with me. He moved as much as he could but both of us were on the verge of unconsciousness. I gripped him tightly, pulling the both of us as far from the burning car as I could. When we were away, I let my body go limp. Pietro was out cold beside me as I fell onto my back, black dots began invading my vision and everything became a little fuzzy as the world faded out.

I found myself back on that sunny New York street, standing in front of the boy with the silly shirt and the warm smile.

He reached out, tugging on one of my braids teasingly. “Do you want pizza? I really want pizza, the kind with the super stringy cheese. We can get some after school, but you can’t tell Dad he’ll be so mad at us for filling up before dinner.”

His smile was so familiar. Seeing it was like exhaling after years of holding my breath, I didn’t understand why. Warmth ran across my shoulders as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me to walk beside him.

[whiskeysmulti]

Don't Do That! (A KHR Fanfic)

Fandom: KHR Ship: 5996 (Gokudera/Chrome) Word Count: 1,017 Prompt: Written But Never Sent Event Host: @flufftober

"Wait! Don't do that!" Gokudera never felt so scared in his life. The Vongola were just trying to have a nice fall potluck dinner and they'd decided on a delicious hot pot style meal again. Everyone added their own ingredients but when he saw what Chrome was carrying, Gokudera's stomach turned. It was purple… it looked suspiciously of his sister's poison cooking. The same poison cooking that caused his stomach years of trauma as a child and was the reason he avoided cookies like the plague now unless he knew for a fact they had been made by one of the other girls or Nana herself.

The Vongola had decided to gather together for a small banquet to usher in the fall together, and decided on a potluck theme, each of the guardians could bring their own dish to share or an ingredient to add to the hotpot. It wasn't until Chrome went to add the tofu to the hotpot that Gokudera panicked and asked for her not to.

The tofu looked suspiciously like his older sister's poison cooking and he didn't want to take the risk of everyone getting sick. However, he was awestruck when he saw Chrome's cute little blush as she looked right at him, suddenly perplexed as to why he stopped her. Shit. He didn't expect to have to explain to her why she shouldn't poison the entire group with a slab of tofu from his sister nonetheless, an assassin from Italy, known for her deadly foods. Bianchi wasn't called the Poison Scorpion for nothing. Every boyfriend she'd had died from her cooking or ran away before he became the next victim. If that was something his sister made, they were screwed.

Or perhaps Gokudera was screwed. He hadn't expected Chrome to look so cute and to give him such a cute stare with one eye shining brightly and so innocently he decided then and there girls should be outlawed from giving those kind of looks to boys with soft hearts. He wasn't trying to ruin her fun so why did she have to give him such a cute pout? Illegal, that's what it should have been, downright a god damn crime to look so adorable.

He knew Chrome was shy and awkward. He knew she wasn't really socialized well and that the boys at Kokuyou that she was used to being around often treated her poorly so kindness and attention from a guy wasn't something she could adjust to so quickly or easily. There were a lot of things in fact that a boy with a genius IQ like his knew, but Gokudera didn't know he had a weakness for Chrome already. He also didn't know she would argue back.

"But…Gokudera-kun…" Chrome began her protest. She didn't understand how a simple plate of cut up tofu was a bad thing for a hot pot. Wasn't tofu healthier than salty cured meats? It could be flavorful and add a nice texture and contrast to the other ingredients and compliment the veggies nicely as well. she didn't understand how tofu could be a bad ingredient. She tilted her head again, trying to understand the situation. She had noticed before Gokudera wasn't often present at the dinner table when they trained in the future, sometimes the other girls would have to go hunt him down. Chrome stood her ground, she wasn't letting him get away without an answer. "You don't like tofu?" Tofu was delicious and nutritious as well when cooked the right way and served properly it could be savory or sweet. It was a perfect hot pot ingredient in Chrome's opinion.

He turned red as he realized she didn't see anything wrong with it. He didn't want to look like an ass, but right now that's exactly what he looked like. "No, Chrome. Tofu's delicious, it's just that the one you're holding looks suspiciously like my sister's poison cooking. I don't want everyone to get sick if she did add something with her own touch to it." His stomach hurt just thinking of it and recalling the pain he was left in every night after piano recitals thanks to his sister and her special cookies made with love.

Chrome shook her head. She brought the tofu herself, she watched carefully to make sure nothing contaminated her ingredient. She knew deep down he had nothing to fear. Chrome understood the importance of food safety and if anything had happened to her tofu, she wouldn't be very happy with whoever tampered with it. She might have been small, quiet and shy, but she wasn't someone to be taken lightly or messed with either. She was the other half of the Mist guardian duo for a really good reason. Mukuro wasn't the only one to fear, Chrome was strong in her own right as well and Chrome would never let something so vile as poison cooking taint her tofu.

She shook her head again. "No, Gokudera-kun. This isn't your sister's poison cooking. Look closer."

Gokudera inspected the tofu again and noted there were no bugs or foul odor coming from it indicating it might not be his sister's poison cooking. But what was with the strange purple coloration to it if Bianchi hadn't messed with it?

"Try a bite." Chrome insisted and sliced off a small corner piece for him to taste.

Though Gokudera hesitated at first, he wanted to make Chrome happy and he slowly took a bite and savored it. Relief flooded over him when he realized it wasn't poison cooking at all. It wasn't purple because it was spoiled either. "Ube?" He questioned the taste. Was it purple sweet potatoes that Chrome had used?

Chrome nodded. "Ube and purple cabbage. I boiled the tofu with them to give it extra flavor and that's where the purple color came from, sorry if it scared you at first."

Gokudera bowed his head in apology. "Please, Chrome. It's my fault for misunderstanding. I'm sorry I didn't trust your judgement. Please allow me to taste the tofu."

Chrome smiled and nodded and offered him a bite again. This time Gokudera accepted it and savored the taste.

He blacked out, it was poison cooking. His big sister Bianchi really had been in the kitchen after all.

[celestialmazer]

Foo Fighters

Hampden Park, Glasgow 17.06.24

Certainly and expectedly the most emotional concert I've ever been to for so many reasons (crying/welling up well into the double digits throughout 😂)

Got spooky for me too the times Josh sounded like Taylor but was blocked by the crowd and my mind's eye was just filling in the blanks with memory 🫠🙃

Important notes:

(woke up with a really sore lower back for no reason the day before which hadn't eased, but tbh - standing for hours on end aside - my subdued movements matched the expected overall vibe of tentatively sombre initially meets let's go fucking mental when the mood takes us! Lots of first timers in the crowd too so a bubbling sense of the unknown pervaded ✨ surrounded by almost entirely good sorts including a wildcard wee lady who appeared out of nowhere when the music started, ready to thrash so hard her hair got my eyeball and mouth at one point 😂 the most polite vibe tall guy I've ever come across at a gig and the most hilariously polite off-their-nuts group excusing themselves to go to and from mosh pit area, one had a comedy large backpack which I reckon he needed as a travelling apothecary)

• Rami aced his intro again by playing Flower of Scotland - it's an easy win that is always going to work 😂 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

• At this performance Josh's t-shirt read

"God gave rock and roll to you Satan wants it back"

• And couldn't quite get a pic that captures it properly but Rami had a lil guy with a hat labelled executive potato I think 🤷😂🥔💗 (Very last image)

ICYMI - didn't notice this detail during the concert, found out after, but for a brief moment during My Hero the headlight of the big red delicious turned to projecting a hawk 🥲 - had one accidental photo of it which I've made more obvious. Proper video link from Foo Fighters live below

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8frGS0SCIy/?

Treated to a walkway performance of Skin and Bones (written in Scotland during a T in the Park turns out!), Under You (Dave still didn't quite manage through this time but keeps trying! 🥲) and Ballad of the Beaconsfield Miners!! (and he shared he only later discovered the trapped miners requested an iPod of Foo Fighters not cos they were big fans but cos they wanted something to drown out the drilling 🤣) (and we found the German man at the front of the queue got to! 😂🙌 Like a Euros exchange programme)

Violet Grohl came out for her tour debut to sing Show Me How, such a pretty voice 💜

Aurora dedicated to Taylor 🥹😭

Dave swigging some Buckfast - had no concept of what it was when a photo went viral a while back so became an accidental, begrudging spokesmodel - thinks it's actually not that bad 😂

The Teacher visuals were beautiful, emotional, psychedelic and felt like they crossed realms which... was a lot 🙃

Have literally never seen Nate look so buzzing as coming up for this bow 👏 🙌 the chill had set in so Pat got a hoodie on and was milking his exit 💗 thrown sticks and picks landed nearby, quickly snatched up but not by us

Sooo, we realised we practically filmed the whole concert between us - a great distraction attempt from crying 😂 so have put a playlist up for posterity... swithering about going through the digital camera archives and filing in the gaps in my upload history, but that's so far down the current to do list it's unreal (would've been unstoppable if I'd got a smartphone years ago at concerts, lol)

Supported by Honey Blood and Courtney Barnett

Tour: Everything or Nothing at All

Setlist

1. All My Life

2. No Son of Mine

(with snippets of "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath and "Enter Sandman" by Metallica)

3. Rescued

4. The Pretender

5. Walk

6. Times Like These

(Dave and Rami only into full band)

7. White Limo

8. La Dee Da

9. This Is a Call

10. Guitar Solo / Sabotage / Keyboard Solo / Flower of Scotland / Blitzkrieg Bop / Whip It / March of the Pigs

11. My Hero

(acoustic into full band)

12. The Sky Is a Neighborhood

13. Learn to Fly

14. Arlandria

15. These Days

16. Skin and Bones

(tour debut; acoustic with Rami on accordion)

17. Under You

(Dave solo acoustic)

18. Ballad of the Beaconsfield Miners

(acoustic into full band)

19. Nothing at All

(with a snippet of "Blackbird" by The Beatles)

20. Unconditional

21. Monkey Wrench

(with added audience “Here We Fucking Go” and “No Scotland No Party")

22. Show Me How

(with Violet Grohl) (tour debut)

23. Aurora

(dedicated to Taylor Hawkins)

24. Best of You

Encore:

25. The Teacher

26. Everlong

Oh and we got our pic in the paper as we were there and getting merch so early on the photographer asked us (his first fans of the day) and we were like ...😐 Why not 😂 (cue wind and sun)

https://www.glasgowtimes.co.uk/news/scottish-news/24393473.crowds-foo-fighters-fans-arriving-glasgows-hampden/

[its-all-under-control]

guys i’m gonna start treating this like an actual blog/diary wish me luck 😎😎

today there was a meeting for our schools jacket committee and they had krispy kreme donuts and hot chocolate for everybody who was part of it

i wanted the donut SOOO BADDDDD but i gave it to a friend who didn’t bring her lunch that day and told her there were extras for me (there weren’t and lowkey i’m mad about it because I REALLY WANTED THAT DONUT)

and i got the hot chocolate but passed it to a friend “r” i give all my food to before taking a sip <3 (we were in a silent study period so. she couldn’t ask me about it 🫡) and later i gave her the food i brought too and i gave j and our friend n a slider which they shared

later that day r gave me the rest of her chicken sandwich and i ate it after i got home with my person j 🫶 it was really damn good. then we ate a couple crackers

today me and i made these peanut butter oats chocolate chip bars. he didn’t like them cause he’s not an oats fan but they were SO FUCKING DELICIOUS and i ate like a quarter of the tin 😭😭 it was so fucking good omg and even better with ice cream so i had like a half scoop of ice cream w it. i really wanted to eat the bun i gave r but there were no more at home so i’m actually mourning it

and we also made some mi goreng with homemade sauce. i let j make the sauce and he fucked it up (put tablespoons of soy sauce instead of teaspoons) and he felt actually awful about it but ngl I still liked it cause I like a lot of salt

we had two blocks of noodles and I tried to eat slowly and take sips of water between so I think I ended up eating maybe 2/3-3/4 of one packet? i’m probably underestimating ngl 😭 but oh well i can’t really measure

i also had a couple spoonfuls of pesto pasta and i went out to hunt for the bars we made again but it was gone and i think someone ate the whole thing (it might have been my sister. she said she ate in the city but ngl I think she was lying)

today was pretty good honestly. i fucked, i didn’t eat too much and i got to cuddle j a lot. ate way better than yesterday (~1800 cals 😣😣) but i could have done better i reckon. i honestly want to cut down my eating habits SOOO much cause the diet isn’t really dieting and i’ve been really shit with my eating lately