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terrortwinunicorn · 28 days ago

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And So The Story Continues....

Damian's POV

Last night certainly was a dream come true. Marrying y/n, and now waking up this morning with my wife snuggled into me, a smile on her face, was definitely what dreams are made of.

I gently brush the hair from her face as her eyes flutter open, hooking her chin and tilting her face towards me.

"Buenos días, Señora Martínez," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Buenos días Señor Martínez," she murmured against my lips as she cupped my cheek before we broke the kiss. I rested my forehead against hers. Our eyes met. "We better get dressed before Demi and Matt arrive. We don't need her using her key and jumping onto our bed again."

I chuckled as I give her a quick kiss "Agreed we better get ready and eat before our little eager beaver gets here," I smirk. Making y/n roll her eyes.

We reluctantly leave the bed and dress. I head downstairs before Y/N as she was finishing getting ready. I made breakfast. One of Y/N's favorites, three little pigs omelets, with ham, pork breakfast sausage, and bacon, onions, green, red and yellow peppers, and tons of cheddar cheese, wheat toast, fresh orange juice, and a strawberry and banana protein smoothie.

She came downstairs with her brown hair tied back in a messy bun, a Damian Priest t-shirt, and jean shorts.

"Mm. Everything smells and looks delicious Babe," she smiles as she kissed my lips "Gracias mi dulce esposo."

"De nada, mi dulce esposa," I said against her lips as I had her Love Under the Stars playlist playing, as we hadn't taken Spotify off our TV last night. Just shut it off. God, Your Mama, And Me by Florida Georgia Line, and Backstreet Boys play throughout the house. As I wrapped an arm around y/n's waist as she held my shirt as we held the kiss a beat longer before my hand slipped to her ass cheek, cupping it before patting it "Come on let's eat before it gets cold," I held the chair and she sat before placing a napkin in her lap. She's softly singing along to the song. Making me smile.

I looked at y/n while sitting across from her. Wow, my best friend was now also my wife, I thought to myself as she picked up the orange juice, taking a long greedy drink. She licks her lips, and her eyes rise to meet mine, a smile on her coral lips.

"What?" she blushes, bringing the napkin to her lips, patting them dry.

"Just thinking," I replied as I rest my chin against my hand as I just stare at y/n.

"About?" she inquires, tilting her head slightly, looking at me as By Your Side by Sade began.

"How incredibly lucky I am to get to call you not only my best friend and my lover but now also my wife," I took her hand in mine. I caressed the back of her hand as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Amor, it is I who am incredibly lucky. I get to call you my best friend and lover but now also my husband," she smiles, as Through The Years by Kenny Rogers filled our house. "Now we should probably eat. You, after all, worked incredibly hard on this marvelous breakfast."

I smile as we begin eating, listening to a list cultivated by y/n of all the love songs that she loves, no pun intended.

"I do hope you enjoyed the breakfast, Amor," I smile at her as silence, with the exception of the music, filled the air. As we had finished eating, Y/N places her fork and butter knife down onto the plate.

"It was delicious, Corazón," she smiled, patting her mouth with the napkin. "But then again, you have always been an amazing cook and baker." She took a drink of smoothie, closing her eyes and savoring the flavor for a moment before her green eyes opened and she laid them upon me.

Dreaming of You by Selena began. Our first dance last night was to this song. Our first real dance as thirteen-year-olds was to this song. I stood up after we finished breakfast and held out my hand, "May I have this dance?" I asked.

"Yes, you may," she placed her hand into mine before rising to her feet. I took her into my arms and we began dancing in our kitchen.

I dip her, making her laugh lightly before I bring her back to an upright position. We danced as the song wound to an end. We stop, and she smiles at me, "Te amo y/n." I smile as Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words) by Frank Sinatra filled the house.

"Te amo, Luis," she smiles as we stayed in each other's embrace. "We should probably clean up before our guests arrive," y/n states as Good Morning Beautiful by Steve Holy began.

"We should. Demi said they'd be back at twelve noon, and well," I checked my watch, "It's currently ten forty-five in the morning. We can clean up and then dance, at least until they arrive."

"I would very much love to dance with you, my husband," she grins at me as I took her hand, kissing the back of it.

"And I you my wife," I spin her. She giggles before we cleaned up. Placing our dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

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Little Things by One Direction plays. I know it's a weird selection for two forty-two year olds, but we happened to hear it the day of our first official date at our favorite restaurant. When Y/N Shazams the song, we knew this had to be added to Y/N's Love Under the Stars playlist.

She smiles up at me as the doorbell rings just as Change Your Name by Brett Young begins. I took the clicker from the table, shutting off the song and then the TV before we went to answer the door.

Demi, Matt, and their three dogs as well as a large piece of luggage were at the door.

"Oh look y/n. They're herrrre," I say the 'they're here' like the little girl from the movie Poltergeist. Demi rolls her eyes.

"Can we come in, or do we have to pay an entrance fee now?" asked Demi.

"At least they should for you. The way you constantly interrupt them," teased Matt. Demi flipped him off as y/n and I stood aside. Bella, Luna, and Barry came charging into the house as Demi entered, followed by Matt pulling the suitcase in.

"Matt, just take the suitcase to the guest room," says y/n with a small wave of the hand. "You know where it is."

"I do. By the way do I smell coffee?" quizzed Matt.

"You do. Made a pot just for the two of you," I gesture to him and Demi.

"Ah thanks mate.," he smiles before ascending the steps to the second floor where all the bedrooms were located.

Demi helps herself to the coffee, pouring herself a mug and Matt one as well, as y/n and I still nurse our protein smoothies.

"I can't wait to hear about the welcome party for Angelo and Ginger. Of course, nothing will top yesterday's events," grins Demi, making both y/n and me smile at her before y/n turned to me, and I pressed my lips to hers. She smiles softly against my lips. "I'm going to let this slide seeing as you two are newlyweds, but um, remember it's still very awkward standing here watching you two making out."

Y/N cupped my face before we broke the kiss laughing. "Sorry about that sis," smiles y/n.

"Pft. No worries," Demi smiles as Matt came into the kitchen and Demi hands him the mug of black coffee.

"Thanks Babe," he smiles taking a drink of the coffee.

"Shall we get comfortable?" I asked.

Without another word, Demi and the dogs head to the living room, Matt following as Y/N glanced up at me, a smile curling her lips.

"It might not beat last night," she wrapped her arms around my neck as I placed my hands on her hips and smiled down at her.

"Baby, nothing is ever going to beat last night," I press a kiss to her lips as I slowly snake my arms around her, pulling her flush to my body.

"But the welcome party really was fun," she smiles as I lean in, pressing my lips to hers.

"You got that right," I chuckled as I rested my forehead against hers. I reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Y/N," I smiled softly.

"Y/N! LUIS! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" yells Demi.

"We better go before she comes in and carries us into the living room," y/n giggles.

I chuckled before pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "You're right," I smiled as I snaked my arm around hers and laced our fingers together.

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"Okay so where did we leave off?" I smirk as y/n giggles lightly as I tap my chin.

"¡La fiesta de bienvenida estúpido!" says Demi exasperated. ("The welcome party, stupid!")

"Oh right. The welcome party," I nod as Demi shoots me a look.

"Well, the weight of the previous night still hung in the air the next morning;" I began.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

I woke up with y/n still sound asleep beside me. She was wearing one of my t-shirts as pajamas. She had gotten sick when we got home from One Eyed Jack's and thrown up all over her regular pajamas, so I gave her one of my t-shirts to sleep in. She was shivering lightly beside me, so I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to me. She sighed contentedly as she settled into my body. I grinned to myself. I couldn't help but notice how perfectly she fit into me like a puzzle piece. I buried my face into the curve of her neck, and my eyes slowly closing, and I fell back asleep rather quickly.

Waking back up about two hours later, we were still tangled up in each other. My arm wrapped around hers like a vine, our fingers laced together. A smile spread across my face as y/n's eyes slowly open. She moans lightly as the sunlight hits her face.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Stupid sun," she pouts. I chuckle softly as I bring a hand up shielding her eyes.

"Better?" I asked.

She nods softly as I kissed her cheek "Muy bien," I said my lips brushing her ear making her shiver.

"That tickles Luis," she giggles.

"What?" I smirk.

"Your breath against my cheek," she murmured.

"Mm," I moved my lips to her neck "Better?"

"No. Luis that tickles even more," she giggles as I ghost my lips along the curve of her neck causing more giggles to fall from her lips as she squirms beside me making me smirk against her neck.

"Oh, it does?" I ask with a tilt of enjoyment in my voice. I leave a trail of kisses along the curve of her neck. I am well aware of what I am doing but when a soft moan replaced the giggles something awoke in me. I turned her and I pressed my lips to hers. She let out a soft moan against my lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck as I wrapped my arms around her pulling her flush to my body. The kiss turning passionate quickly. My hands slowly moving the t-shirt off her hips. I slowly moved us laying y/n onto her back and me on top. She looked up at me. Her eyes meeting mine. No words exchange but she knew what I was asking. She bit her lip and nods cupping my cheek before pressing her lips to mine. The kiss turning into more with each passing second until my bedroom door is knocked on. I pulled away so fast that I sent myself off balance, and the momentum sent me to the floor. Y/N sat up as I pulled myself up into a sitting position. "Come in," I called as I got off the floor and sat on the bed.

The door opened and pops pokes his head around it "Oh good you're up," he smiles "I made breakfast. The three little pigs omelette you enjoy, y/n."

"Oh," smiles y/n "Gracias Señor Martínez. We will be right down."

"Good," he smiles as he looked at me with a smile before closing the door.

I turned to y/n and she laughs lightly before nodding.

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"OH MY GOD! You two nearly slept together sober?!" gasped Demi.

Matt rolls his eyes "And this is why they need to charge you admission," he sighs.

Demi shoots him a look.

"Yes," y/n answered "He didn't even have to ask. I knew but," she looked at me.

"Yeah Pops sorta interrupted it," I sigh.

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We walked downstairs, and Pops had the table set with three plates of omelettes at three chairs. Orange juice sat in a pitcher, and wheat toast was placed on a plate in the center of the table, with butter and a butter knife beside it.

"Oh wow, Señor Martínez, everything looks amazing!" smiles y/n as I hold her chair as she sits. She has pulled on purple and black lounge pants and is still in my t-shirt.

"Thank you y/n," says Pops sitting. I sat to y/n's right.

"She's right, pops; it looks and smells phenomenal," I comment.

"Gracias mi hijo," he smiles

I pour orange juice for y/n and myself as I was about to pour a glass for pops. He waved me off. He held up a cup of tea.

"Gracias, Luis," y/n smiles as she took a long slow drink of orange juice.

"De nada, y/n," I smile at her.

"So did you two have fun last night? I know I heard you two come in about two this morning," said Pops.

"We had fun," I smile as I glanced at y/n and she nods in agreement.

"I know dancing with you was fun," smiles y/n as she placed a hand on top of mine. "And thank you for holding my hair when I got sick almost as soon as we got back."

I reach up and brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek. Her eyes meet mine and after a long pause, I say, "Hey, you're the Baby to my Johnny," I smile.

She blushes lightly as her eyes fell away from mine "Luis," she giggles.

"What?" I ask as I turn her face to me gently, as her green eyes rise to meet mine.

"Seriously, I'm the Baby to your Johnny?" she laughs.

I grin at her. "Absolutely," I boop her nose as she smiles softly at me. My heart stopped, and my stomach did about fifty somersaults.

Pops clears his throat and we both look at him. "You two may want to stop flirting and eat. You have a welcome party to get to in Jersey in a couple of hours," saying it as more of a command than a suggestion.

"We are," y/n looks panicked I can see the wheels in her head turning trying to form the right words, "We are not flirting," blushes y/n.

"Exactly. It's playful banter," I agree.

Pops giving us the 'I wasn't born yesterday' look. "Uh huh, sure you two aren't," he says, sipping his tea.

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"I knew there was a reason I love your pops," Demi grins evilly.

Y/N and I both roll our eyes "We know we were both obvious," we laugh.

"In all fairness, you two had sex together once and were going to do it again had your," Matt points to me, "pops not interrupted."

I raise a hand as I drape my arm around y/n's shoulders.

"Okay that's true but," I began.

"No. No buts. The first time, okay? You two were blitzed. The second time? You both were stone cold sober!" Matt fairly pointed out "So he looks at you," he points to y/n "Doesn't say can I, we have sex? No. But yet you knew of what he was asking with his eyes! And she," he gestures to y/n as he looks at me "agrees to the sex without a single word exchanged. And yet? You two didn't know you liked no scratch that were in love with one another?!" he threw his hands up but he wasn't waving them like he didn't care "What was this going to be labeled? Friends with benefits?!!"

Demi gives Matt a bemused look. "Wow. And I thought I was invested?!"

Y/N tries to cover her giggle with a cough, but to no avail. The same goes for me; my smirk gave me away.

" Okay. I'm invested but I don't interrupt at least," Matt shoots back at Demi.

" But you're invested!!!" she gleefully pointed out.

Matt rolls his eyes "But really what would you two have called this one? Friends with benefits? And just blissfully went about just fucking each other and not realizing it also involved feelings?!"

"Matt. Trust me. It's no use trying to figure out why Luis and I were stupid back then. Let's focus on how we eventually came to our senses and now," she held up her

left hand as I lifted mine.

" We have and everything is now right in the world," I finished.

Demi smacks Matt on the arm "Now if you don't ask stupid

questions I won't interrupt," she says.

Matt's eyes widen "You have a deal!" he says before looking to us "Hurry this may not last long!"

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"Pops we aren't flirting!" I blush "Y/N and I," I glance at y/n "We are. Um. We are having playful banter."

"Luis, I may have been born at night but it certainly wasn't last night. It's just not the words leaving your lips. It's the gestures and the looks you two do! It's not a bad thing. You two can flirt all you want. You're adults. Flirting is not against the law regardless of what I or anyone may have told you two as kids," Y/N and I exchanged looks before both of us began laughing, making Pops smile as he had told ten-year-old us that flirting would get us locked up in prison.

"We know," y/n offers him a sweet smile "Although ten year old me was terrified that if we even looked at each other crossed eyed the police would arrest me."

Pops chuckled, "Sorry about scaring you like that y/n," as he pats y/n's hand.

"Señor Martínez, trust me. It was what we needed. Granted, I kinda wish I could have just listened to you back when I was sixteen," her voice trailing off as her face grew somber.

"The choices we make help us learn and grow," Pops offers. "And well, that was a lesson that helped you learn and grow, y/n. And they have made you an even better person because you're already a pretty amazing person. I understand how my son loves you as much as he does."

"Thank you Sir," she smiles.

"Pops is right y/n," I smile, taking y/n's hand in mine. "And we can't change the past, but we can look ahead to the future, and I want you in mine for as long as you will have me in yours."

"Siempre y para siempre," she smiles as her eyes fill with tears.

I don't even think twice before reaching up and cupping her cheek as I wipe away the tears from her face.

"You got it," I whisper softly as I lean over, pressing a kiss to her forehead. I hear a soft sigh leave her lips, making my heart swell. I place my forehead against hers, our eyes meeting as she gives me a smile.

"Your pops is right, though we should eat. I still have to shower before we leave."

I chuckle lightly because she had a point. We began eating. The only sound was that of utensils hitting the plate every once in a while. The birds' song drifted from outside.

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I am driving to Cape May, New Jersey, as that's where Ginger's grandparents have a mansion and where the welcome party is being held. Now y/n and I didn't plan it but we wound up matching. She wore a black cocktail dress with cap sleeves with a lilac sash at the waist. I wore a black suit with a lilac tie.

Y/N giggles lightly as she watches the world go by out the passenger window. I smirk before turning my head slightly to look at her.

"What's so funny?" I chuckled.

"How we unintentionally match," she says looking at her hands in her lap "You know I would've changed."

"Y/N. I could've too. I mean, I could've borrowed a tie from my pops," I shrug lightly as I keep my eyes ahead of me on the road. Before I took my free hand, I placed it over hers. "I mean, we are paired together for the wedding on Monday anyways, so why not match?" I glance at her, giving her my cheesiest smile, making her giggle lightly before rolling her eyes.

"Luis. You're a giant ass dork. I do hope you know that," she teased me as I pull up to the security station at the gate for Ginger's grandparents mansion.

I rolled down the window trying to not chuckle at what she said.

"IDs and state your business!" said the gruff-looking security guard.

Y/N reached her hand across me, handing the security guard her driver's license. He looked at the license and then at Y/N. She gave him a small, innocent smile. He checked a list in his hand, making a check mark before handing her back her driver's license.

I finally grabbed my wallet and handed the security guard my driver's license. He studies it before checking his list and making another check mark. He hands me my driver's license back before stepping onto the platform that the security guard house sat upon. He hit a button and the large intricate iron gates open. I pull forward my license still in hand.

"Okay, that guard was scary," y/n says, looking over her shoulder.

I nod as I drive up a winding driveway. An immaculate house sat at the end of the driveway.

"That's their vacation home?!" I exclaimed.

Y/N let out a low whistle as she leans forward "I-I wow," she said.

"Right?" I said as I looked at my old suit before looking at y/n. "And suddenly, I feel completely underdressed."

Y/N glanced down at her dress before looking at me "Same amigo."

We both looked at the house again as I pulled up to a valet stand. They opened the doors and we got out. I quickly made a beeline for y/n as she was being gawked at by a couple of the valets. I protectively wrapped an arm around her while glaring at them.

"Do we have a problem?" I sneer. "I would recommend removing your eyes from my girlfriend," y/n's head snapped towards me, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. "Unless you want me to remove them for you," I step behind y/n, placing my hands on her shoulders before steering her towards the mansion.

We get to the stairs and immediately come to y/n's side, draping an arm around her shoulders. We climb them as y/n looks at me, her face still set in a small state of shock.

"Luis, what was that back there?" she glanced behind us as I did the same. The valets quickly removed their eyes from y/n.

"That?" I point my thumb behind us "was me seeing you uncomfortable and me protecting you."

"Thank you Luis," she said as a man dressed in a tuxedo opened the door for us.

"You're welcome," I smile, escorting you into the house by the small of her back.

Angelo comes up to us with two flutes of champagne.

"You guys made it," he smiles.

"Well no shit dumb ass," said y/n sipping the champagne "A I'm family and B we are a bridesmaid and groomsman. We are kinda required by law to be at the welcome party for the wedding," y/n laughs making me chuckle.

Angelo shook his head, "Mingle. I have to get," before we hear a squeak and a small brunette comes running towards us.

"Y/N!! Uncle Luis!!!!!" screamed Layla as she crashed into my legs, making me stumble backwards, but Y/N grabbed my hand without hesitation, steadying me.

"Layla Jolene Ottomano, what have we told you about playing linebacker?" scolded Angelo. "Apologize to Uncle Luis."

Layla looks up at me with the same green eyes y/n has. "Sorry Uncle Luis," she says before turning to Angelo. "I was just happy to see them."

"I know, but we walk calmly towards people," explained Angelo as I stoop and picked up Layla. She threw her arms around my neck before kissing my cheek.

"I really am sorry, Uncle Luis," Layla nods emphatically as she turns to Y/N with a huge smile on her face. "Y/N, you and Uncle Luis match! Does that mean you love each other?" Angelo nearly choked on his champagne.

Y/N blushes as she polished off her first flute of champagne before grabbing another from a passing waiter, flawlessly putting the empty one on the tray. "It was a happy accident," says y/n quickly taking another drink of champagne making me chuckle. Y/N gives me a look and I hit her with the grin I knew made her weak. I see the smirk form on Angelo's face. Y/N mumbles under her breath making me smirk even more.

"Layla Jolene?!" calls Ginger.

I kissed the side of Layla's head before putting her on the floor. "You better go. Your mom is looking for you," I said. Layla quickly hugs Y/N before running off. I shook my head as Y/N looked at me before she walked further into the house. I followed her. I gently grabbed her hand, pulling her into a small alcove off the living room. "You okay?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" y/n asked.

"Squish I saw your face with what Layla asked."

"And she's three. She doesn't understand," Y/N shook her head. "Luis, I'm good," she reached up, cupping my cheek. "I promise. With everything I am," she offered me a smile, immediately making me weak-kneed. "Okay. Let's go mingle."

"But," I begin to protest as she gave me a simple look, one I knew meant the discussion was over and I was simply not to bring it up again. "Okay. Fine. It's dropped," she left the small alcove and I followed.

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A while later....

Y/N and I were talking with Bianca and her boyfriend, Anson Mckinney when I see Bianca's eyes grow wide and y/n does too. She quickly turned to where Bianca was looking. It's Lucia!

"What the fuck is she doing here?" y/n hissed at Bianca.

Bianca shrugged, "I honestly do-" Bianca stopped as Lucia hugged Ginger's mom, Karen. I think our mouths dropped at the same time.

"I'm not drunk nearly enough for this," y/n shook her head before heading to the bar poolside. Bianca quickly followed her. Me? I'm rooted to the spot as Lucia sees me. A smile passes her lips before she exchanges some final words with Karen. She saunters towards me as Anson looks at me before looking at Lucia.

"Well look at that. My watch is telling me it's time to get the f out of here," he quickly hurried off outside.

Chicken, I thought as Lucia stepped in front of me. She wore a fake smile that almost matched her fake everything else.

"Luis. What a surprise," she bats her eyelashes as I roll my eyes. "I didn't expect you here. Mrs. Fitzpatrick didn't say anything about you being here."

"Oh come off it Lucia. You knew damn well I would be. You know Angelo is one of my closest friends and I'm a groomsmen. You work at the bridal shop Ginger got her gown at."

Lucia laughed as she tried to touch my forearm, but I took a step back. "Oopsie, that's right," she stepped closer to me. I tried to step around her, but she blocked me. "Oh come on, Luis. This is fate. Two times in as many days of us seeing each other. We're meant to be."

I scoff as I look at Lucia before my eyes moved to find y/n. She was at the bar with Bianca watching us.

"Read my lips. You," I point to her, "and me," I point to myself, "are never getting back together. I would be a damn fool if I did. So please don't flatter yourself."

I walked around her as I started walking away, "Luis, all you will ever be is street trash!" she yells. I looked up and saw the flash of anger pass over y/n's face. Bianca did too as y/n set her drink down before making a beeline straight for Lucia, Bianca closely at y/n's heels.

I put one arm out, wrapping it around y/n's waist as Salvatore and Bruno escorted Lucia out. I carried y/n straight to an empty room off the massive living room. I set y/n on her feet as I shut the door.

"Why did you stop me?" she asked, her eyes still burning with anger.

"Well, let's see. You, um, take Lucia out; you have a room full of witnesses that could and most probably would testify against you, especially Ginger's family members. Two, you don't want to ruin Angelo's day, do you?"

"I might. What was that bitch even doing here in the first place?" y/n asks exasperated.

"I got a feeling Karen arranged it."

"Because of course she did," y/n's face contorts in anger "If she wasn't Layla's grandma."

"I know. Bang. Boom. Zoom. To the moon," I said as I wrapped y/n in my arms. She is physically shaking with anger. "Hey, it's going to be okay. Sal and Mr. Ottomano took her out already."

Y/N giggles as she has her face buried in my chest. She picks her head up and looks at me, "You know you can call him Bruno, right? He has literally given you permission to do so."

She keeps her arms around my torso as she smiles up at me. I look at her, and a smile of my own reflects back at her. "I know, but he is my friend's father. My parents have always.." She placed a finger to my lips.

"I get it. And it is really really sweet how you still do it," she stood on tip toe before pressing a kiss to my cheek. As the door opened and Bianca walked in.

"There you two are. What the hell happened?" she said to me. "Why did you stop, y/n?"

"Didn't want to see her get arrested," I admit, as Bianca hands y/n her drink back.

"Fair," nods Bianca as Anson walked in.

"Um, they need you three for pictures," he gestures to y/n, Bianca, and me.

"And so it begins," Bianca sighed, as we left the room, following Anson as he took us to a garden where professionally done photos were being taken of Angelo, Ginger, Layla, their families, and the wedding party.

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"Wait, so you're ending it there?!" asked Demi, as Matt looked at her. Y/N had been passed out the better part of an hour on my lap. Bella, Luna, and Barry joining her in slumber-land on the floor.

"Babe, it's one thirty. I think this story is over," Matt explained, and I nod sleepily. "Besides, y/n crashed out over an hour ago. Dogs too. I'm about to. Let's go to sleep!"

"But!" protests Demi.

"Later we can tell you about Layla's fourth birthday party at the amusement park and how y/n and I got trapped on top of the ferris-wheel, but for now, let's focus on something else, like sleep," I said.

Demi pouts but reluctantly nods her head "Fine," she murmured as Matt and her leave.

I gently scoop y/n up, shutting the lights off before ascending the stairs with y/n tucked safely in my arms as I make my way to our bedroom. Yes, another story was told and later a new one would begin, but for now, now it's sleep o'clock.

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quibbs126 · 1 year ago

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So I got around to redesigning Charcoal Cheese (yet again failing at not doing my designs, but I have been thinking about him and how to change him, so it’s not that bad)

For those that don’t remember the original (because it was almost a year ago), I’ll link it, but also I’ll just put a picture here

I had to redo him because the Golden Cheese update came out and the whole “kingdom being destroyed and everyone dying” thing kind of messed with things. Also he was basically like a gatekeeper for the kingdom, which is literally Burnt Cheese

But his new backstory is that he survived the destruction of the Golden Cheese Kingdom as a child, having been able to successfully flee, but he never returned to the ruins because he was terrified the monsters were still there, and so Golden Cheese thought he died, but couldn’t find his body to upload to the Golden City. Meanwhile Charcoal Cheese got amnesia, either from an injury or just repressed memories, and so he just lives in and wanders around the Parmesan Desert, and he just has a feeling to avoid the Golden Cheese Kingdom ruins. Also in his time he’s learned how to ride the Sand Jelly Worms and successfully avoid them

Meanwhile Dark Cacao has no clue about any of this and has just been assuming that Charcoal Cheese has been living fine with his mother. Yes he’s somewhat concerned that he’s not heard anything from his son since he was a child, but he doesn’t know where Golden Cheese has gone to anyways and is just hoping the best

I was originally gonna make his new backstory that he died but not all of his body parts could be found, so instead he’s just a ghost that wanders both the desert and the Golden City and Golden Cheese has no clue what’s happening. But I was struggling with trying to figure out a design and how his age works, until I got the new idea. Now he’s old

He’s still a bit of a prideful ass, but he also helps travelers avoid the worms and warns them of the ruins. Just don’t stroke his ego

That was quite a bit on backstory, but I have thoughts on him, alright?

Well then on to design. Not explaining the name because I did that in the original

I wanted to keep his little beard because he’s like one of the only ones with facial hair. Maybe I could have made it more though

I also changed his face markings because the original got mistaken for eye bags. Also it’s a purple diamond like his dad

His cloak was originally going to be brown, but I changed it to black because I thought it fit more with charcoal cheddar being mostly black. Also it means cool contrast with the inner part of the cloak (maybe he reverses it based on time of day)

I wasn’t planning on giving him gold stuff, since he’s supposed to be a desert hobo, but I ended up giving him some anyways. I guess it’s the dormant Golden Cheese itch for gold

Also this doesn’t have to do with the design process, but looking at the two designs side by side, you can really see the evolution of my Cookie Run style, and I’m kind of proud of that

But yeah, that’s about it for Charcoal Cheese, I hope you like his new look!

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #golden cheese cookie #dark cacao cookie #goldencacao #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #charcoal cheese cookie #redesign #my ocs #my art

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bked0n-lorazepam · 8 months ago

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"Inseparable" Part Eleven

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Short Little Summary: They try to make pancakes, she gets fed up with him, a little something something occurs during shower time, and Patrick is a very possessive guy. (He gets a little freaky at the end)

Warnings: Vulgar language, groping, suggestive, no actual smut.

Words: 1,997

A/N: Chat, I'm so embarrassed right now, how could I forget this part. Anyway, I think cock-blocking Patrick is my favorite thing to do, it's so much fun. And sorry if you're favorite flower is carnations, I just thought of some random one, and sorry if you like cheese. Have fun reading, feedback is always welcome!!

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“What the fuck am I doing wrong?” Patrick yelled while holding onto the baking mix box, reading over the directions. Y/N sat on the counter, chewing on the leftover chocolate chips they didn’t use.

Patrick somehow ended up burning the pancakes, twice, so she gave up on breakfast.

“Maybe stop staring at my tits and actually watch them cook.” She said and swung her legs back and forth, shoving a handful of chocolate chips in her mouth.

He glared at her and threw out the burnt pancakes, putting his hands on his hips and staring at the pan on the stove.

“I’m done with that shit.” Patrick murmured and opened the fridge, a slice of cheese appearing in his hand.

Y/N looked at him distastefully, her hatred of cheese showing all over her face. She hated the texture, the way it smelled, the way it tasted. She hated cheese more than she hated anything in the world, and she would forever stand by the fact that it was a food made by the devil himself.

Patrick slapped the cheese onto the counter next to Y/N, to which she flinched from the sudden loud noise.

“I want pancakes.” She whined, setting down the jar of chocolate chips and leaning back on her hands. Patrick took his eyes away from the cheddar on the counter to look at her, and he sneered.

“So make them your fucking self, lazy bitch.” He counteracted her complaint and picked the cheese slice back up, opening it and pulling off a small piece. His mischievous eyes didn’t stray from her tired ones as he chewed on the cheese like a damn cow.

“Fine, you fucking asshole.” Y/N hopped off the counter and wiped off any chocolate chips that may have been on her clothes before getting the stove and pan ready for pancakes, once again.

She had fixed up all the ingredients, after berating Patrick for somehow forgetting to add eggs into the pancake mix, and stood by the stove, watching her food cook.

Patrick was sitting down in one of the chairs that he stole from the dining room and was chewing on a plastic straw when Y/N had placed a plate of pancakes in front of him.

“Bon appétit.” She smiled exhaustingly, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. She needed something to wake herself up for, but she didn’t know what.

Well, she didn’t know until she bit into one of her pancakes. “I think I’m gonna take a shower and do my makeup when we’re done eating.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck.” Patrick was scuffing down the sweet breakfast before pausing and looking at her. “Wait, no. I wanna join.”

“Absolutely not.”

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Y/N ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes and lathering the shampoo on her head. Showers were relaxing to her, especially feeling clean. They were her favorite thing in the world.

“Damn, did you know that John Lennon’s dead?”

They were her favorite when Patrick wasn’t with her.

“Yes, Patrick. He’s been dead since, like, forever.” Y/N rolled her eyes and put her head under the water, rinsing her hair out. “What the hell are you reading, anyway?”

“I don’t fucking know, some weird ass magazine.” Patrick threw the paper book away from him on the floor and leaned back on the sink he was sitting on, crossing his arms.”You almost done?”

“No.” Y/N gritted her teeth and started putting conditioner in her hair, using a comb to make sure it was even all around her head. He was so impatient that it drove her insane.

She knew he only sat in the bathroom while she showered because he got to see her breasts when she reached out to grab a towel, and it was one of the things about their friendship that pissed her off.

He always wanted to shower with her, whether he’s the one who needed to shower first or her, he always wanted to be there with her.

Y/N grabbed a washcloth and put her body wash on it while she waited for her conditioner to work in her hair, and she started lathering herself with it.

Patrick smelled the berry scented soap and knew she was getting close to done because that was the second to last step in her routine.

Vanessa rinsed herself off after, along with her hair, and turned off the water. She stared at the shower curtain that blocked Patrick from viewing her naked body, and thought for a second.

He’d seen her naked before, even though they were all accidental. Or at least that’s what she told herself they were. She had bought a new body butter from the convenience store and wanted to try it out, and usually she’d ask Patrick for a towel and kick him out, but it always took forever to get him to leave.

She also needed her skin to still be wet when she put the lotion on, so she needed to put it on before drying off.

“‘You good in there?”

“Yup.” Y/N responded and opened the curtain, stepping out of the shower.

To say she felt like a piece of meat being dangled in front of a starving lion was an understatement. She knew he was going to stare at her breasts, like always, but his eyes went straight down her body, and he didn’t look up.

“Are you good?” She watched him lick his lips and smile before he finally looked into her eyes.

“Never better, babe.” He leaned his head against the mirror and sighed, his eyes going straight back to her breasts.

Y/N hummed and rang the leftover water out of her hair, grabbing the tub of body butter. She opened it and he watched her like a hawk watching its prey.

She put some on her fingers and ran it up and down her leg, massaging it before moving onto the other. She then moisturized her arms and looked back at Patrick, their eyes meeting each other's.

“‘Should let me do the rest of you.” He suggested with a serious face. Y/N smiled and tilted her head.

“Be my guest.”

Patrick leapt off the counter and put the same amount of lotion that she did on his own fingers, and she flicked her wet hair off her shoulders. She hated the way her hair felt when it was wet, but she’d put up with it for a bit.

He looked her dead in the eyes and rubbed the lotion all over the palms of his cold hands right before attaching them to her breasts.

She gasped at the cold, a soft ‘fuck’ leaving her lips when his cold fingers pinched at her nipples. “I really hope you know I meant my back and all that shit. Not this.”

“I know.” He grinned, continuing to grope her. His hands roamed the rest of her body as well, resting on her ass.

She deadpanned and he smirked.

“Seriously?”

“You know me well enough to know that this was going to happen no matter what.”

Y/N was about to say something when he started to move closer to her, using his grip on her ass as leverage to move her towards him as well, until the doorbell rang. His smile fell from his face and fear quickly flashed over hers, and she pushed him against the counter.

“Ow.” He rubbed at the part of his hips where it connected with the edge of the sink and watched her quickly rush to put clothes on. The doorbell rang again, and again, over and over.

“I’m fucking coming!” She yelled back, pulling her pants on and running to the door, Patrick following behind her.

“You definitely will later.” Patrick snickered and she whipped her head back to him to give him a pointed look. He raised his hands up in mock surrender and Y/N opened the door.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” Patrick interrogated the guy at the door before Y/N could even open her mouth.

“I’m just, uh. I’m here for Y/N.” The guy gestured to Y/N, and that was when the two friends noticed the bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Patrick looked unimpressed and Y/N didn’t know what to do, especially because she didn’t remember him at all. Luckily, she didn’t have to ask him who he was because Patrick was already on that case.

“And you fucking are?” He leaned his body against the side of the door frame and put an arm around Y/N's shoulder.

The guy grimaced at Patrick and told him his name, “Duke Adams, and you are?”

“Patrick Hockstetter.” The two men held a stare down for a while before Y/N remembered who the guy was.

“Oh, you’re the guy I danced with during freshman year,” She pursed her lips, “You ditched me for Sandra Kellies.”

Duke cleared his throat and looked down at his shoes in embarrassment, and mostly to avoid Patrick’s burning gaze.

Patrick didn’t have a good feeling about the boy, although he never had a good feeling about anyone who would potentially date Y/N.

“That uh, isn’t exactly a proud moment of my life.” Duke nervously chuckled and looked at Y/N with the sweetest eyes she’d ever seen. She remembered him as the worst guy of her life when she started dating, but for some reason, his eyes made it seem like he’d changed. They held a softer, kinder gaze than when they first met. “These are for you.”

He handed her the bouquet and stepped back a bit, glancing at Patrick. He never let his hardened gaze fall from Duke, and he reminded Duke of a guard dog.

Or more like one with early stages of rabies because he was sure if he didn’t leave soon, Patrick would start growling at him.

“Anyway, my house phone is in the tag, if you ever wanna talk again. I’ve missed you.” Duke smiled and stepped off Y/N's porch, getting into his car and driving away.

She watched him go and waved him goodbye, her own smile clear on her face. She looked up at Patrick and noticed a look of hatred in his eyes, one she’d seen whenever she’d introduce a guy to him.

He was a possessive and jealous man, she knew that. Even though they weren’t dating or anything, she sure as hell was going to have her fun with him.

“Maybe I should call him.” She taunted and moved his arm off of her and walked back into the house, Patrick following her trail like a dog.

“The fuck are you talking about? He broke your heart, he sure as hell is gonna do it again.” He tried to reason, running up the stairs with her. She placed the bouquet of flowers on one of the small tables in the hallway, to which he noticed what flowers they were.

“They aren’t even your favorite, he got you fucking carnations.” He scoffed and stopped following her when she reached the bathroom and turned around, blocking his way of entering with her.

“Maybe I secretly like them.” She winked, and he huffed out a laugh.

“Don’t try that shit with me.” He put his arm up to hold onto the top of the door frame.

“Hm, oh well. It’s my call anyway, not yours.” She shrugged and smiled, closing the door on his face.

“What the fuck?” He yelled, wanting to continue what they were doing before they were interrupted.

“Go jerk off or something, I don’t want you to distract me!” She yelled back and he heard the blow dryer turn on.

He groaned and pushed off the wall, making his way to Y/N's bedroom. He sat down on the soft sheets of the bed and looked around, trying to find something to do. His eyes laid on the familiar purple piece of fabric in her laundry bin, and he grinned.

Maybe he’d take up on her suggestion.

#x reader #fem reader #patrick hockstetter #pennywise #it #patrick hocksetter x reader #stephen king

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mifs · 1 year ago

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Hello will. i was tagged by the ever wonderful @isopodhours so here we go tag game time

Nickname: mifs and assorted variants

Height: 5'10

Favorite school subject: art

Something I want to learn: ugmmmmm. how to knit better

Favorite quote: i like the lyrics "ivory towers and plastic flowers" from elo's The Way Life's Meant To Be. from the album time

Favorite food: that snack mix that has pretzels, cheetos, and mini nacho cheese doritos and harvest cheddar sunchips in it.

Favorite place: This gay ass city rochester everyone should visit theres gonna be a total solar eclipse here in april

What can't I leave my house without: i havent left the house in a month so i dont fucking know

Last song I listened to: millennium anthem 2000 new years eve

Identity: fat genderfluid bi butch. Fursona haver. collector of little things

Eye color: baby cow brown or whatever

Hair color: also brown

Something I collect: maneki neko as well as Regular cat chotchkes

Favorite movie: sighs loudly. the brave little toaster. always has been and always will be

Favorite song: no idea but probably something by either elo or red vox

Favorite book: i cant say the name of it or i will be swarmed but the name is similar to "goon omelet"

Zodiac sign: cancer. crab

Languages: english

Full name: mifs "raspberryjamrock" "blackmarketjoy" "pikpikpop" pyrovisionary. im not putting my real ass name on here

Tattoos/piercings: my ears are pierced but i dont have Any fun earrings yet aside from ones that make it look like theres screws going through my ears. i need to get ones that look like floppy disks or fish or something one of these days

theres no way in hell im tagging 20 people. so ill tag the bastards i know well. You have my blessing to do this wighout me tagging you directly go do it

@biracy @pkbeamgamma @feintenstein

#talkin

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dragonfelling · 2 months ago

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Snippet Sunday #17

Mav indulging in the company of some of his favorites. Gets interrupted by Responsibilities TM

The grape slid across Mav’s tongue as he took it into his mouth and with a grin he crushed it in his molars.

The naked, heavily tattooed Anemoian girl in front of him giggled and plucked another grape from the small of another woman’s back, feeding him the grape and then a cube of cheddar. Cinnia’s body was filigreed in flowering ivy and Mav had put a flower in her braided bun.

Another woman sat nearby. Elira. She was the most dressed of anyone in the room. She was an Ishidan girl with a serious look and piercing eyes. She didn't humor the Crown often, but she was promised some extra money if she played while Mav indulged.

She sat with her back straight and she didn't grin and smile over the Crowns flirting and compliments. At some point Mav sighed about it but quickly moved on to focusing on those tending to him on his bed.

The Midonian, Anna, acting as his tray rested her head on one arm, holding a sugary sucker in her free hand and mouthing it as eye candy for Mav. She was the oldest there, at 30. The other girls were a good 5-6 or so years younger than that, and Mav was the youngest of the bunch.

Fractal scars ran across Anna’s back and the marble plates were strategically placed in artful positions where the lightning bolts met. A few fresh flower heads rested on her ass and one was tucked neatly behind her ear.

There were various fruits and cheeses cut up into flower shapes, cured meat and a few treats of various flavours.

A massively tall man, Dom, acted as Mavs' throne. He held him in his lap and lounging back with a firm hand on his Crown’s hip. He was naked apart from underwear which under Mav, didn't leave much to the imagination. He melted backwards into the warmth of his consort’s skin.

Mavros was naked as the day he was born. He showed off everything. His tattoos that could be seen behind his ribs, the few light scars on his body, the hairs running down his chest and the trail that ran over his stomach below the belt.

And… of course his own pride between his legs.

Mav took a long draw from his pipe, gesturing for the girl feeding him to scoot up for a kiss. He exhaled into Cinna’s mouth and she breathed it in, sighing an exhale as her lips lingered and she straddled him. They had been getting high for almost 2 hours by now.

The door was open a crack: Usually an invitation that the Crown was unoccupied. Usually. It was guarded by a Pero on high alert and a young woman; the head knight's protege. Xavier didn't pay much dues to the Dogs of Aeraki castle. That included Mirka.

When she raised a hand and spoke up to warn the advisor she received a hard look.

Mirks grimaced at him, shrugging and turning her head away. If he wanted to see what his nephew was up to, that was his own prerogative apparently. He couldn't say that she didn't try and she wasn't about to anger the man by speaking up further. She had lost good friends that way.

Mirka had no problem with confrontation, but she also valued her life and valued a life where she didn't end up burnt or maimed or thrown down the basement stairs. It wouldn't end pretty either way, even if she won the fight.

When Xavier stepped inside with a warm greeting, he was utterly appalled and unimpressed by the sight. He wasn't exactly surprised, just taken aback.

Elira stopped playing when she saw who entered and Mirka mouthed ‘soooorrrrrrryyyyy’

The boy had a meeting to attend to and then he was to go out hunting Vultu with his sister. Not… whatever this was.

He turned quickly, putting his hand to the corner of his eye to block his peripherals and he groaned. His face was pink with embarrassment over the whole situation.

“MAVROS. Cover yourself and those women up, Lord above.”

Cinna jumped and pulled a pillow over to cover her cleavage. She got to work quickly gathering the plates off Anna so that An could pull a blanket over herself to hide from Xavier. Anna was redder and more eager to hide than anyone there, and definitely the most flustered over the ex-monarch seeing her body. She spat out the candy in her mouth and put it on an empty plate.

Cinna got up once she moved the plates to borrow one of Mavs beautiful silky white robes, tucking one side under her arm to loosely pin it. She sat back down on the edge of the bed and lounged her leg crossed over the other.

Mav meanwhile sighed, pushing a couple loose bangs back before taking his sweet time stepping into his pants. He debated leaving Dom out in the open but decided not to be so daft as to interpret covering the girls up as not meaning him too. Dom leaned back on his hands, undisturbed by the intrusion. He wasn't easy to embarrass, given his line of work.

Mav threw a blanket up over Dom’s lap then kissed his cheek before addressing Xavier.

“Did the knight not tell you? Im kind of busy here with lunch.”

“LUNCH!?” Xavier shook his head and turned his whole body away from Mav and his lovers.

Mav took Anna's hand to help her off the bed and back into a night-dress. She was always quite sore, and Mav didn't mind giving her the assistance even if she didn't exactly need it.

He talked as he grabbed her waist sash and brought it around her to tie at her hip.

“Yes, lunch. I can’t have lunch with my girls?- and Dom” he winked to the man who plucked a slice of cured meat from one of the plates on the bed.

Mav handed Anna her shawl and she pulled it over herself and secured it.

She sat back down on the bed and stared down at the floor, absolutely wanting to explode with embarrassment. Even her ears were red.

“You’re supposed to be having lunch with Ferus Nauta and myself, and then going out to spend time with the princess.”

“Feruuuuus…. Nauuuuta……” Mav hummed, walking over to poke Xavier's shoulder. “I don't remember who that is, so he probably doesn't matter THAT much. You can look now by the way. Everyone's decent.”

Xav looked back, glancing across Mavs room guests. His eyes trained on Doms body for a little too long. The second of eye contact after with the hardly-covered man made Xav tense and look away again quickly.

He hated how he could feel himself blushing and he forced the sight of the beauty out of his mind before it made his skull ache.

“Ferus Nauta is from Dextra. He's the local Magistrate. Small town but an important port for Midonian trade ships heading east.”

“Right… right…” Mav sighed, crossing his arms and leaning his weight onto one leg.

“And he needs what? Some shit signed? A hand shake? I don't need to be there, deal with it.”

“You do have to be there, Mav…” Xavier groaned, glancing back to his nephew with a disappointed frown. He had seen Mav shirtless plenty of times. It was a mundane nothing at this point. It was rarer to see him fully clothed, really. Though at least in public he at least now wore one of his robes, even if it hung off his shoulders most of the time.

“Ferus is a reasonable man that's easy to deal with, but you still need to attend. You are the Crown. The figurehead. You are obligated to come and you know this. Ferus has agreed to reschedule for tomorrow… luckily.”

Mav stared blankly, changing the leg he stood on.

“So what's the big deal?...”

“...” Xavier stared him down, then made an exaggerated sigh.

“Just be ready to go hunting with Princess Amara. You know she doesn't have nearly as much downtime as you.”

#Snippet Sunday #writigg #ascendancy #oc #mav #mavros #xavier #anna #elira #cinna #writing #suggestive

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aajjks · 9 months ago

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hair: https://pin.it/9XZXmstqa

four months preggo y/n: https://pin.it/7C3RumYGk

seol’s outfit: https://pin.it/4GWSRDGd4

what’s the name of your baby boy alina? 🙂

mommy issues!JK

you are four months pregnant and the happiest you’ve ever been. your belly has gotten a lot bigger and so has everything else. you had to donate a lot of your old clothes from your earlier term because now your jeans won’t button and maybe your ass got fat too because you can’t move them past your thighs. so, jungkook has been bought you a lot more dresses for your pregnancy but don’t get me started on your new sense of taste.

don’t judge but you’re a sucker for plain cream cheese. yes, the bagel cream cheese and you eat with everything. strawberries and cream cheese, cucumbers and cream cheese, pretzels and cream cheese, and the only chips you eat are lays cheddar and sour cream. you absolutely hate pickles, eggs, and yogurt because it makes you gag to the point of throwing up. how does jungkook handle it? easy. he just goes with the flow and buys you whatever your little pregnant-self desires.

you’re still hiding your pregnancy but now that your tummy is a lot bigger, it’s not easy to hide it anymore. your 4-month belly is playing peek-a-boo with your blue sundress, so someone is bound to find out that you’re pregnant and you have a feeling that’s what jungkook is going to ask you since he’s dying to tell everyone the good news.

“Baby..”

“yesss??”

“Seol will be with eunwoo so we can go to the doctor’s appointment, and maybe find out the gender???”

“it’s time already? okay. i laid his outfit on the bed. i just need to put my shoes on and i’ll be ready”

if you could, you would stay in this position forever—jungkook’s caressing your bump, your head is leaning on his shoulder, it’s all picture perfect. soon, you’ll be a family of four…

after seol is all freshened up, jungkook helps his son get dressed and curiously, seol asks his father “daddy? why is mommy’s tummy so big?“

~🫧

Jungkooks eyes widen and he feels his cheeks heat up at his innocence. Jungkook exchanges a look with you before answering.

“Mommy’s tummy is so big because she’s hiding a surprise for you in it.” Jungkook kisses Seol on the cheek before winking at you.

You blush, “okay sweetie let’s go to uncle and auntie hmm?” Jungkook picks him up from the ground and “yn- my love come on- we will drop him and then we will go straight to the doctor.”

And Jungkook has a surprise for you, that he can’t give you right now, but of course eunwoo knows about it.

“Hey babe where are you going? Your pendant is not in my drawer, okay? No you can’t go through it- we’re late let’s hurry.” Jungkook grabs your hand and takes you all to the car.

••••

“No yn you can’t meet A-Jin right now- look at you- they will know you’re pregnant and I want them to find out after we find the gender!!!” Jungkook excuses himself to drop Seol into the cha household.

Ever since you’ve been pregnant, your maternal instincts are through the roof quite literally you have been so affectionate with every single one of the babies you can find In Busan,

“HEY MY FAVORITE BOYS!” Eunwoo greets them with a huge smile on his face while carries his one month old baby in his arms.

“Is yn here with you?” Eunwoo asks as he kisses seol’s cheek while Jungkook snatches A-Jin from eunwoos embrace.

“yeah she is but you know I’m not letting her be here because I need to discuss something with you.”

Eunwoo nods in understanding. “Oh.. so is it the one from the picture you sent me last night?” He asks, making sure that even his wife cannot hear him.

Seol runs into the house as Jungkook cuddles A-Jin to his chest. He has missed holding a baby so much and now he will get to hold one of his own again soon.

Jungkook smiles, “ofcourse I think it’s perfect and it’s so pretty is it not?”

Eunwoo gives him a thumbs up. “dude she’s gonna be all over you.. we all know diamonds are a girls best friend.” He winks.

And jungkook laughs out loud before giving the baby boy back to eunwoo.

“Okay she’s waiting for me in the car. I’ll see you later!”

••••

The drive to the hospital is so much fun because you both keep on talking about your child and he can tell that you’re a little nervous because it’s your first time and frankly speaking. It’s like his first time too because he did not find out about Seol until he was born so this kind of experience is very new for him as well.

“Ahh yn I’m telling you we’re gonna have a girl!” Jungkook coos, his hand resting on your stomach

He’s just so obsessed with your belly he has a lot of pictures of you in his phone.

“We’re here at the hospital! Let’s go.”

#ask: mi!jk #omg his name is A-Jin aw #OMG THAT DRESS I NEEED IT #yn pregnancy fashion icon

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pinkcherryobseslove · 1 year ago

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nosy anons let's go

Og by: int-shako

0: Height

5'5"

1: Age

2: Shoe size

8-9 women's

3: Do you smoke?

No - never plan to

4: Do you drink?

No - never plan to

5: Do you take drugs?

No - never plan to

6: Age you get mistaken for

18-21 (have been since 15)

7: Have tattoos?

None, but soon

8: Want any tattoos?

Yes, many

9: Got any piercings?

Just lobes

10: Want any piercings?

Belly button

11: Best friend?

My fiancée

12: Relationship status

Engaged

13: Biggest turn ons

My fiancée, hands, femmes

14: Biggest turn offs

Men

15: Favorite movie

Saw (franchise)

16: I’ll love you if…

You don't smoke, drink, and you love like me

17: Someone you miss

No one

18: Most traumatic experience

I have too many

19: A fact about your personality

I find comfort in nature, catching animals, finding rocks

20: What I hate most about myself

My disorders & anger issues

21: What I love most about myself

My love of animals

22: What I want to be when I get older

Alive and okay, with my fiancée and our baby

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

Only Child

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

Good, my mom and stepdad however

25: My idea of a perfect date

So many perfect ideas

26: My biggest pet peeves

Constantly asking what's wrong

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

Long bleached hair, cutest glasses, scenemo, autistic (/pos), touchy, not very social, metalhead

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

Father :)

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

Never have

30: What I hate the most about work/school

No work, and high school drop out

31: What my last text message says

"Could this be us"

32: What words upset me the most

Ass/Asshole, selfish

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

Idk

34: What I find attractive in women

Creativity, being into comics, liking similar music, wanting to be a parent, likes affection, clingy

35: What I find attractive in men

Nothing

36: Where I would like to live

Washington state

37: One of my insecurities

My body hair, chub, and double chin

38: My childhood career choice

Parasitologist, infectious disease specialist, bat researcher

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

Chocolate, mint chocolate chip, cookies and cream, cookie dough

40: Who I wish I could be

Anyone else

41: Where I want to be right now

In my fiancée's arms

42: The last thing I ate

Cheddar cheese Pringles

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

My Fiancée <3

44: A random fact about anything

My special interests are bats, parasites, MLP:fim, Fnaf and comic books :)

#irl yandere #yanblr #yancore #yandere #obsessive love #yandere community #actually bpd #irl yan #lovesick #actually borderline #anon

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handmedownpocketpussy · 8 months ago

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I love this image because the clippers can't cut faster just because you have them so it will go down like this:

Unsuspecting rube in the middle of a park, thinking they're just strolling with a friend who is fucking with them: "...cheddar cheese?"

A flash of motion, punctuated by a searing pain as their head is jerked forwards by your clippers, on an impossibly long extension chord, entangling and snagging in their hair while your 0-skill-points-in-barbershop-ass desperately keeps pushing the clippers unsure what the issue is

if i had super speed im sure people would be like "how could you possibly have super speed" and i would be like "ok, ill prove it. name something you can get at a grocery store" and they would be like "hmmm okay. cheddar cheese" and then i would use my super speed to shave their head completely bald almost instantly. theyll never see it coming

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nanograms · 2 years ago

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Leona x GN!Reader - Grilled Cheese - A short Drabble

I may or may not have been inspired because of a convo I had with my friend on discord 💀

Possible OOC Leona but shhh

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Leona’s ears twitch as his head rested on your stomach. The afternoon sunshine shone down on both of your bodies as he lays on top of you. Your hand finds its way down to his head and you gently comb your fingers through his hair. Leona stirred for a moment, satisfaction courses through his body.

Leona was slowly pulled away from his slumber as hunger envelopes him whole. He frowns and furrowed his eyebrows as Leona slowly opened eyes. He lets out a big yawn and licked his lips. Leona craved the taste of something specific today, and that item was cheese.

Grilled cheese, to be more specific.

It doesn’t really matter what type of cheese he wants, all he cares is that he wants it grilled. Leona rolls over until he faces you. You look at him and he looks at you, before he decided to poke your nose.

“Oi, Herbivore. ‘M hungry.”

You raised an eyebrow. And what did he want you to fo with it? You sat up, removing your hand from his hair. Leona grumbled is displeasure. His head rolled onto your lap as you stared at his face with a confused look.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me for? I told ya, ‘m hungry. Make me grilled cheese.”

What a spoiled fuckin’ lion he is. You scoffed and told him to get it himself if he��s so hungry. You weren’t gonna grill him cheese. You were just too comfortable right now to move a muscle.

The lion furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at you with the most pathetic sad eyes he could give. Crocodile tears poured into the corner of his pretty green eyes. His bottom lip trembled. His ears flatten against his head. Was he.. seriously about to fake cry just for you to make him grilled cheese? Yes. Yes he was, because before long, you have a grown ass lion on your lap fake crying loudly at you. Fake tears ran down his cheeks and staining your shirt and pants.

And that’s how you found yourself in this situation. In the kitchen, grilling Leona a grilled cheese sandwich. The scent of bread mixed with cheddar cheese melting is intoxicating. It smelled fucking delicious. You used the spatula to press the sandwich down before flipping it to the other side to cook both sides of the bread until it was crispy.

You turned the stove off and placed the bread on a plate. After cleaning the station you were using, grumbled slightly and walked back to Savanaclaw, where your lazy ass of a lion resided.

Instead of handing your sandwich to him like a normal person, you chucked it at him, getting crispy pieces of the sandwich on his bed. Leona jolted, not expecting food to be thrown at him on this lovely afternoon. He slowly got up, cursing at the crumbs that were now on his bed. He’s gonna get Ruggie to clean that up later.

Leona picked it up and stared at your sandwich, studying it like it was the most interesting historic relic he has ever seen. He looked at you and the back at the sandwich before he finally spoke.

“..I asked for grilled cheese, not a grilled cheese sandwich.”

You punted his ass to the sun that day.

#rat fics #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland leona #leona x y/n #twst #twisted wonderland #I have never had grilled cheese before 💀

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creaturefeaturecommando · 2 years ago

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Wait In The Fire

It all started when Richie came in fussing about a new restaurant that had opened up a few blocks away, how their lines were almost down the damn street and how it'd fuck them over. All day, he wouldn't shut up about it, how the days were getting slower and slower because of the piece of shit who decided to open up near them, even threatening to go down there and kick the owner's ass.

"He's probably some gentrifyin' hipster shithead who's gonna bring more hipster shitheads here to force us out !" Richie yelled, before going out back to have a smoke after Carmy yelled at him to take a walk and calm down.

Soon, Carmy's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to check out the new place. He had found out that it actually was not a piece of shit hipster den serving oatmilk lattes and avocado on toast like Richie thought, but a soul food joint.

The place was called simply called "Grace" and Carmy had stopped by during dinner. When he was seated, he was immediately serviced by a young woman, who took his order. Having never cooked soul food before and never really getting the chance to taste it, he pondered over the menu for a while before finally deciding.

He ordered the mac and cheese, collard greens, ox tails, banana cream pie and sweet tea. He didn't know what to expect and kept his expectations low, but when he took a bite out of those greens, he felt like he had be slapped in the face with flavor.

They were salty but not too salty but had a nice bit of spice to them, he thought he tasted chilli pepper but wasn't sure. The mac and cheese was creamy and tasted like it had at least three or four different cheeses in it, as he swore he tasted gouda mixed with cheddar and something else he couldn't put his finger on. The ox tails were rich, silky, earthy and tender and the sauce they were cooked in was just divine, they tasted nothing like the gourmet and extra expensive ox tails he's had at fancier restaurants. The banana cream pie was rich, creamy and sweet. The sweet tea was refreshing and the blend was unique.

He didn't even finish his meal after the first few bites. For a moment, he just sat there with his head in his hands, analyzing the flavors, the textures, the overall tastes, how the food made him feel.

Maybe that was the reason it was called Soul Food. It touched your soul when you ate it.

Carny had lost track of time and didn't realize how long he had been there, but when he had finally looked up, the restaurant was cleared out and the staff was cleaning up.

He suddenly jumped when someone put a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see a tall, well built man with dark skin and even darker eyes looking down at him. He had his hair in braids and was wearing a black apron over a white shirt and gray sweatpants. He looked at Carmy with such a gentle look in his eyes that it made his breath hitch.

"You okay, man ?" The man asked in a deep yet soft voice. "If the food wasn't to your liking, I could send it back and personally make you another or something else."

"N-No-" Carmy started off, clearing his throat, pulling himself together. "No, you don't gotta do it the meal was- the meal was perfect it's just-"

"First time having Soul Food ?" The man asked with a smile. Carmy noticed that he had a slight gap between his two front teeth. Carmy instinctively gave a small smile.

"That obvious huh ?" Carmy asked, running a hand through his hair. The man pulled another chair to his table and sat across from him.

"I can always tell." The man said, scooting the chair closer to the table. "The name is Beau, Beau Agustin, owner and head chef of this place." He reached a hand over the table to shake Carmy's hand. Carmy clasped hands with him, noting how Beau had a firm hand shake and made eye contact.

"Carmen, Carmen Berzatto but people call me Carmy or Carm, it's up to you really." Carmy said, before pulling his hand away from Beau's firm grip. Beau rested his hand on the table and gave Carmy an astonished look.

"You're Carmen Berzatto ?" Beau asked, leaning in a bit. "I thought you'd still be up in New York ?"

"You've heard of me." Carmy stated, clasping his hands together and leaning in a bit too.

"Anyone who's anyone in this business has heard of you, just never expected you to stumble into my joint, ever." Beau said, shaking his head.

"Well, your place is actually only a few blocks away from mine, so I decided to check it out." Carmy stated. "And it blew my expectations out of the water."

"Did you come here having low expectations ?" Beau asked, tilting his head a little, looking a bit offended.

"It's not that it's just-" Carmy was interrupted when Beau laughed.

"I'm just busting your balls, I'm not really mad if you did." Beau said. "Most people don't know what to expect when they try soul food for the first time, most people expect it to be absolutely disgusting because of the ingredients we use but leave pleasantly surprised and satisfied."

"I admit, my expectations were low but I'm just like that in general." Carmy said, looking away from Beau. He sighed. "The food was perfect."

"Well thank you, Carmy." Beau said, unknowingly making Carmy shudder when he said 'Carmy'. "I'll have someone bring you a to-go plate and hey, an extra slice of banana cream pie on the house." Beau then stood up. "I hope we get to talk again."

"Yeah..." was all Carmy said, watching Beau walk away.

The next time Carmy saw Beau, was when Beau came to The Beef. No one had a clue who he was, he just looked like a regular customer, and the only reason Carmy caught a glimpse of him, was to come up front to grab a sharpie.

That and because Beau was the only one there.

"Hey." Carmy said, glancing over at Beau. "You here to scope my place like I scooped yours ?"

"Maybe." Beau said, crossing his arms. "Maybe I just came for a sandwich because I was hungry."

"Yeah, well, sorry my place ain't as shiny and new as yours." Carmy said, with a bit of edge in his voice.

"I don't care what the place looks like, I've been in the shittiest holes that served the tastiest meals, and half of those places didn't even have a sign and they were out of half of the menu and I waited two hours for the food but, best meals I ever had." Beau laughed. "I don't give a fuck if you guys gave stained walls and a semi dirty floor."

"Alright then." Carmy said, nodding. "What'd you order ?"

"The classic Italian Beef, I wasn't feeling too daring today." Beau said with a shrug. "But I have faith it'll be delicious." Beau shot a wink at him.

Carmy felt as if his heart skipped a beat when he saw Beau smile at him and felt the need to bring Beau his food personally and watch him take a bite.

He quickly intercepted Richie bringing the food over to the counter, ignoring the "What the fuck, cousin ?!?" He was given and quickly dropped Beau's food off with an "enjoy" before disappearing back into the kitchen, although he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering and glancing at Beau, watching him take a bite, then another.

Eventually, he got caught up with another order coming through and couldn't focus on Beau or analyze his reaction to the food and didn't even get to see Beau leave. He didn't know when he'd see that man or why he looked forward to seeing him again.

The third time Carmy met Beau was by pure coincidence, a few weeks after Beau had visited The Beef. The man had stumbled into the same corner store where Carmy bought his cigarettes.

"Hey, Carm." Beau greeted, standing beside Carmy in line.

"Oh, hey." Carmy said, looking up from his phone, that he was using as a distraction to ignore his surroundings. "Funny seein' you here."

"Yeah, I had to pick up a lighter and some wrapping papers." Beau said, dapping Carmy up. "You ?"

"Cigarettes." Carmy answered plainly. "I was just heading home from The Beef and had to make a stop."

"Same with me and my place." Beau said, nodding. "Hey, I hope this ain't too weird but I've been experimenting with some new desserts to add on the menu at my place, would you like to come over and perhaps, I dunno, give me some input ?"

Carmy was speechless for a moment, pondering on what to do but decided to say fuck it. He had nothing better to do and he didn't really want to go home at the moment.

Carmy had no idea how he ended up here. One moment he was taste testing cheesecakes and cobblers, the next, he was being hoisted up against a counter, swapping saliva with a man he barely knew.

He guessed it made sense. He never had girlfriends and he never actively pursued women or had any interest in them and he never had girlfriends. But then again, it didn't make sense, because he never actively pursued men or had any boyfriends, Beau was the only man or person he'd ever shown interest in.

He gasped as Beau pulled away from their kiss to nip at his neck, Carmy panting loudly as he tried to stifle his moans, but was utterly failing, gripping onto Beau's shirt with one hand, and Beau's braids with the other, as he cried out in ecstasy, wanting more.

What would Richie think if he saw him like this ? What would Sugar think ? What would his mother think ? What would Mikey think ?

Even though it was 2022, being a man and fucking another man was still considered absolutely taboo in their community. Would he be considered 'not right' ? 'An absolute disgrace ?' Probably.

He'd figure it out later.

#the bear on hulu #the bear oc #the bear hulu #the bear #the bear 2022 #the bear fanfiction #carmy x male oc #carmen berzatto #carmy x oc #carmy berzatto #mlm #richie jerimovich #natalie berzatto #slight n/s/f/w #but not that much #would love some feedback

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cheelduh · 4 years ago

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How to Not Kill a Ginger (High School Au!)

Part 5 to the series hehehe

Parts: 1 2 3 4

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s stomach stirs when you take care of him, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his major crush on you or just plain old diarrhea.

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic descriptions involving the true idiocy of teenage boys.

Words: Abt 2.6k

Note: Sorry I sort of half assed this. I have big ideas for the next part tho ✨😮‍💨

If there's one thing you're sure of, it's that Teucer knows how to throw one hell of a tantrum.

Him and his brother, Anthon, under your watch, manage to get into a petty squabble that's been airing for the last fifteen minutes. You've done everything, from offering candy to promising an extra hour on the switch, but your efforts do not bear fruit.

What did you tell Childe again? Oh yeah, that babysitting kids was a breeze. Apparently it's not a breeze. Maybe something more like a shart. A chunky, messy one at that.

"Listen dude," You reason to Anthon, the oldest of the bunch gently. "Where did you hide his toy?"

Anthon sticks a tongue out at you, and you nearly cry at the intensity of the insult. "Not telling."

Your patience runs thin.

"C'mon Anthon," Tonia lectures from her chair on the table like the godsend she is. "Just give him his toy back. You're being so annoying." She's taking the words right out of your mouth.

"Not until he apologizes!" Anthon crosses his arms, huffing. "He ate my cheese string!"

"There are more cheese strings!" You exclaim, opening the fridge to prove your point. "I'm sure Teucer's sorry for taking yours. Just pick another one."

"But it's not the same! He took the last cheddar and mozzarella one, now there are only mozzarella ones left." He speaks in between Teucer's wails. You wonder if this is a daily occurrence.

Tonia sighs, gets up from her chair, and hands the eldest her cheese string. "Just take this and give him his toy back."

Almost immediately, Anthon reaches a hand behind the tv table and pulls out the miniature Mr. Cyclops, then throws it point blank at Teucer's feet.

Teucer wails louder.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, shoulders sagging under the stress of being a temporary teenage mother.

Then you take a deep breathe, voice booming over Teucer's cries, Anthon's grumbling, and the clicking of Tonia's tongue. "Let's make a cake!"

Everything in the room stills. Even Teucer's loud cries comes to a halt, and he inhales so sharply that the streak of snot over his lip goes right back into its origin.

You wince inadvertently.

"Poggers!" Anthon cheers, and his siblings join in, laughing and clapping in excitement.

Tonia's eyes widen in confusion when she briefly pauses from her rally. "Wait a minute. What are we celebrating? We can't bake a cake for no reason! It won't taste nearly as good."

Everyone stops to ponder.

Then you snap your fingers in realization, and the kids huddle around you. "How about a 'get well better' cake for your big brother?"

They erupt in cheers again, but you shush them gently, wink an eye for extra measure. "We have to be quiet! He won't get better if we wake him."

The three nod in understanding and begin shushing each other, failing to conceal their giggles.

As you watch them making their way into the kitchen, bounce in their steps, you can't stop the warm smile that reaches your eyes.

That smile soon becomes a frown of horror when Anthon cracks an egg over Tonia's head.

The cake is not half as bad as you thought it would be initially. Between mixing the ingredients and ceasing the kids minus Tonia from being menaces to society, you were able to find middle ground.

Eventually Anthon found interest in finding ways to lick the batter whenever you turned around, and Teucer found comfort in your left leg, latching onto it as if it were a life line.

Just like how Venti latches onto his stupid little bottle of wine disguised as a water bottle. Seriously, you’ve never talked to him sober, and at this point are afraid of what’s he’s like lucid.

Tonia had been the only one taking things seriously for the most part, except for the sprinkles-to-icing ratio. She drowned the entire cake in sprinkles, the mere sight adding on the ghost of an ache in your teeth.

It looks like twilight sparkles took a fat dump on it.

"Okay besties," You inwardly curse yourself for giving into Gen-Z vocabulary as you brush your hands on the apron. "I think we've done a pretty decent job."

"It looks so pretty!" Tonia grins widely, eyeing the edible pearls she strategically placed. She quickly strikes down a finger Anthon tried to poke into the icing, with the accuracy of a true warrior.

You shudder at the thought of Childe teaching her how to stab someone with safety scissors.

"Can we add candles?" Teucer asks, but Tonia clicks her tongue in distaste.

"It's not a birthday cake." She crosses her arms judgementally. The power in her glare reminds you of La Signora, strangely enough.

You ruffle his copper coloured locks anyways, and his grip on your thigh tightens. "We can add candles if you want Teucer."

He nods his head and snuggles deeper into the side of your leg. Your heart warms up considerably.

After the candles are poked in, you try to shrug him off. "C'mon dude, just for five minutes. You don't want me to drop the cake before your brother can get a bite do you?"

Reluctantly, he obliges, and runs off to help Tonia collect utensils to take up to Childe's room.

Anthon's on door duty, kicking away any toys that serve as obstacles in your way like a professional soccer player.

Once you four make it up the stairs in front of the designated room, Anthon doesn't bother knocking. He barges in like he owns the place, chin up high and a signature smirk on his face that he probably learnt from his older brother.

Childe fumbles awake, kicking the air whilst in shock by the chaotic sound of the door hitting the wall and Teucer screaming "Happy Birthday!" at the top of his miniature sized lungs as he runs in to plop right on top of his older brother.

His bewildered expression soon turns into something of a loving smile as he begins to process what is happening, eyes lighting up despite the deep bags that frame them.

Tonia places the plates on his side table, right next to the empty soup bowl you placed there earlier. She climbs up onto the bed as well to join in on the hug.

Anthon approaches at last, hands in his pockets as he coolly acknowledges his older brother. Instead of a bone-crushing hug like the other two are indulging in, his opts for a fist bump that Childe happily reciprocates.

Then finally, between the shield that are his siblings, his cerulean eyes land on your near the doorway, then trail down to the cake in your oven-mittened hands. He averts his gaze back to your own, and grins so wide his cheeks start to throb.

"Big brother! We made you cake." Teucer moves his head from his chest to face him. "So you can get better."

Childe's laughs ring in your ears, but you don't shy away from the sound. It's a pleasant, something that you wish to hear more of in the near future. Sure enough he laughs a lot at school, but the genuineness of it at home, surrounded by his siblings, stirs something deep within you.

"How thoughtful of you." He ruffles his hair, then his eyes widen as he ushers the two off of him. "You guys can't be near me! I don't want you to fall ill as well."

"But-but how will we feed you the cake without getting close to you?" Tonia frowns, and her two brothers nod in unison.

You chuckle lightly, approaching the bed with the cake in your hands. "I'm sure he has enough strength to feed himself. The hugs and kisses surely must've energized him."

To be honest, Childe's all green in the face and the last thing on his mind would be to indulge in the cake. You understand the feeling all to well. With his nose clogged up, throat all sore, there's no way he'll stomach it. It took a lot of nagging on your part to get him to finish the soup earlier as well.

He blows the candles anyways, clapping along his siblings and letting Tonia drop a fat chunk of the golden cake onto his plate. You find it endearing, regrettably so. His dedication to keeping their dreams is admirable in more ways than you can count.

This is the same guy that wears meme shirts to school, topped off with douchey sunglasses to give him a pristine vibe. The same guy that punches holes in walls like a Kyle. The very boy that flexes his toned biceps in-front of you during lunch time, successfully ruining your appetite.

"Wait a minute..." Childe inspects the cake closely, narrowing in on the candles. "Why is there an eleven?"

Teucer scratches his neck sheepishly. "Those were the only candles we had left."

After another short-lived laugh, Childe manages a bite as everyone stares in expectation, the sound of a tight crunch enveloping the room, making you grimace in secret. If Childe feels like puking out his guts right now, he's doing a hell of a job hiding it from his darling siblings.

You're glad nobody forces you to take a bite, or it would've been a double homicide right then and there.

Soon enough, one by one the children file out of the room, satisfied with their visit. The reality is that they don't want to miss an episode of backyardigans.

Once they leave, you approach him with a napkin. He gets the gist, spitting out the remnants of the cake you slaved over for about two hours.

"Colour me impressed." You snort, moving the cake aside so you can take a seat on the open space next to him. "How're you feeling?"

"Amazing." He exclaims, eyes red like a crackhead's, nose runny, with goosebumps kissing his pale skin. He sure does look...amazing.

"Cool." You say, abruptly getting up. "I'm gonna vibe with the kid—"

His hand shoots out from underneath the blanket, clammy palms wrapping around your wrist to keep you locked in place. You gulp in anticipation.

"You kissed me." Childe reminds you, eyes twinkling in mischief, a vicious grin plastered over his stupidly handsome face.

You try not to choke on your words. "You have circumstantial evidence at most." No attempts are utilized to pull away from him.

He raises a teasing brow, and you give in because the tension is thick. Thicker than the tension between Albedo and Kaeya when the latter shamelessly unzips his front to show more of his biddies. You have no idea why he hasn’t been dress coded yet.

"Fine." You snap out of your impure thoughts, and huff out, frustrated all over. "I kissed you on the cheek."

"Still a kiss though."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. Also, cute nails." He points out, hand moving down to grasp your fingers. The act is intimate, his caress gentle and caring. Despite his brash, violent personality, he shows you a completely different side to him that hatches butterflies in your stomach.

"Thanks." You show off the bright jewels on your index. "You have a real nail technician in the house."

Tonia has some serious talent.

When he taps one of the jewels, you slap his hand away. "Careful there dude. These cost me a fortune."

His chuckles die down and he smiles again, but this time apologetically. "They didn't trouble you too much did they? I know they can be loud."

"I like loud." You answer him truthfully. "They're fun to be around. Not nearly as chaotic as you."

He blinks in mock offence, eyes narrowing shrewdly. "You come into my house, talk to my siblings, and have the nerve to insult me? Right after taking advantage of me?"

"If you don't shut up, I'll also have the nerve to rip you a new one." You reply dryly with the innocent curl of your lips.

"Bet."

You're about to lunge at him and scream a string of obscenities that no one has ever heard of before, but the Archons are listening and you don't want his siblings to grow up without someone to look up to. Wait a minute—scratch that. You'd be doing them a favour if you wiped his existence right here and now.

You have a fragile heart though. So you sigh, and grab a fistful of sheets in both hands instead.

Childe's grin turns into a petrified scowl.

"Oh no," He pleads, weakly fighting you back. "Have mercy! Please!"

You have loads of mercy. Just not enough for him.

When you have him wrapped in a successful bundle, Childe can’t help but beam, laying limp in his confines.

“What are you smiling about?” You inquire, pulling out the medicine from his box, pausing momentarily in shock. “Wait a minute, don’t tell me you’re into these things you freak.” Head snaps up so fast you nearly suffer from whiplash.

He’s about to answer you but his words turn into a fit of shallow coughs.

“I’m into whatever you’re into.” Childe’s shrug is nonchalant. “Even if that means I have to be tied up. Kinky by the way.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you hold the spoon up. The dark reddish medicine swirls in deep hues.

“Shut up and open your mouth.”

“Girlie, I don’t think you understand how contradicting that statement is.”

You momentarily wonder if it’s too late to abort yourself.

—

Childe awakens at the crack ass of night, sweat slick, sticky all over, tousled hair sticking to his forehead. He’s a panting mess, eyes darting around the dark room, inhaling, exhaling, mind in a haze from the fever. Gaining somewhat of a grip on reality, he fumbles around to turn on his lamp, throat parched and in need of water.

When he manages to find the switch, he recoils at the brightness, adjusting to the sudden change in his vision. On his side table, there’s a bologna sandwich tucked safely in plastic wrap, a glass of room temperature water, and a bottle of painkillers.

His eyes disregard most of the things, finding interest in the bright pink sticky note next to the painkillers. Unable to ignore the dryness of his throat and the pounding of his head, he quickly gulps a pill down with most of the water, instantly feeling the relief of hydration.

Then, he pounces on the note, giddiness overtaking him despite the pang in his muscles, and the general feeling of absolute shit.

I had to leave. Don’t worry about your siblings, they’re all tucked in and fine. Except for Anthon maybe. Apparently he’s mildly lactose intolerant and thought it was a good idea to overdose on chocolate milk when I was busy with Teucer. Anyways, get better soon stupid.

— Y/N

He safely tucks the note under his pillow, edges of his lips turned upwards, warmth flooding his veins when he takes another look around his surroundings.

The room itself is cleaned, floor cleared from the initial clutter and the cool shiny collector’s knives he buys off of Amazon safely hung over the wall, not littered on his desk like they usually are.

The homework he was supposed do, but most likely wouldn’t, is already completed, stacked neatly atop each other.

Childe swears his heart bursts in his chest, exploding into tiny particles that overheat his entire body.

There’s no way in hell a few days worth of homework is gonna bring his failing mark up, but then again it’s the thought that counts.

While the sandwich is catered to his nausea, bland and plain for easy digestion, an easy fill, it’s the best meal he’s ever had in his life.

#genshin impact #genshin impact oneshot #childe #childe x reader #fanfic #genshin oneshot #genshin tartagalia #kaeya alberich #tartagila #venti genshin impact #albedo #teucer #genshin archon #tartagalia x reader #tartagalia genshin impact

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 months ago

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Yes cheese! But it's not like cheddar or anything. It's a special kind they make there. It sort of melts into the chocolate, which a lot of people drink like it's coffee. So I had one every morning 🤣

Mmm not really. It's the coffee. And I once had a sip of a 5 hour in my youth and I felt like my insides were trying to crawl out of my pores. Not fun.

I adore Colombia. The people, the food, the lack of allergies, the weather. Yeah, it has its issues. Who doesn't? But I loved it. To be honest, I did have what I call Winter Soldier privilege (my husband looks like the winter soldier so I'm sure he intimidated anyone that was looking to get up to some mischief because there is no way my gringa ass is blending in there. Pale ass skin with red hair? You can see me a mile away 🤣). We had family down there, well my husband does, so we didn't stay in high tourist areas. Which I liked! I tried a lot of new food/fruits (lulo was my favorite). Like this thing Peña is eating: a granadilla. Taste: good. Texture: from hell. Like little mushy fish eggs with a seed in it.

I can't wait to go back. We happened to be there for the 2014 world cup. And Colombia was doing REALLY WELL. So it was really neat to be able to see a whole country come behind a national team to support as one! We don't really have that here on that scale.

I could go on and on about it. It was fascinating (and delicious)

For the soft asks: 6, 10, and 21

Hello, my beauty. You come asking soft askings? I give you soft answerings.

What’s your favorite candle scent?

This.

Frostbeard Studio is a local candlemaker and all of their candles are centered on the theme of books and reading. Most of their candles center around popular fantasy or classics series and they release some scents only seasonally. This particular candle was a special candle of the month and I only bought one and sank into despair when it burned down. But they have a "bring it back" section, basically their archive where you can vote to have scents return, and when this one came back I bought 3 more 😂

My go to's from this company are:

Holiday Hygge (seasonal holiday) - hearth, sugarplum & earl grey

Darcy's Parlor (year-round) - leather, antique wood & tobacco

Divination Classroom (seasonal fall) - incense and earl grey tea

The Old Forest (year-round) - rosewood, fig, dirt & spices (istg I have no idea how they do it, but it legit smells like a forest floor--the fresh dirt and decay are spot on)

And my new fav, Warlock's Duster (seasonal winter) - leather, amber & thunderstorm

Here is a picture of my Frostbeard drawer:

Little obsessed.

And this all reminds me that I need to go into their workshop this week and grab a few replacements.

If I can't have me a Frostbeard candle, then I'll take just about anything that has cinnamon, sandalwood, or sweet tobacco.

(Also, I got this one not because I know what book is being referenced but because it reminded me of a Pedro boy I have a real soft spot for....)

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

No lie, it was December 16 when @max–phillips posted this and I literally laughed so hard I

choked

had to get up and leave my computer

came back and had to leave again three more times

and then went through it all again 3 days later when I showed it to my friend at rehearsal (we had to stop rehearsal for a few minutes to calm down).

Is it really that funny? Probably not. But it hit me at exactly the right time and I will forever be grateful (thanks, Max).

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Mainly coffee, because I'm legitimately addicted and if I don't have caffeine in my day I will get withdraw headache. I like it with cream, and I generally order it iced so I can drink it without waiting for it to cool down. But I enjoy a nice warm cup on fall and winter mornings.

I do like tea though too! Mostly in the cold months. I have an assortment of desert teas and black teas that take cream well. I like the ritual of making a little pot and brining a tray with a teacup and saucer to my reading chair, complete with a little plate of cookies or biscuits.

Cocoa is hard for me. I love it, but I've found that there's something in most processed cocoa mixes that gives me stomach cramps and I don't really know what it is. Some brands have it, some don't. I can tell you that Swiss Miss is definitely out but Ghirardelli is okay. And, of course, I always make it with milk rather than water. And add vanilla, cinnamon, and chili.

What's your preference of the three?

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One | An Interview of a Lifetime

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ BEAUTIFULLY SHAPED SNOWFLAKES FLOAT IN THE FROSTY AIR AS the coldness of the winter day only made this short girl shiver even more with nervousness and being cold. She always hated winter, especially since it brought up bad memories of her past. Her fated interview with the CEO of Ox-King corporations didn't start until an hour later, but knowing her and her bad luck, somehow she was going to be fucked by something invisible.

She pops open her dingy old red backpack she's had since junior high and pushes through her binder, books, and paperwork trying to find her notebook filled to the brim with her notes that was going to help her get through today. The long spiky ebony haired discussed with everyone in her small friend group to get down every possible question, scenario she might be put through, or absolutely anything was now jotted down and available in her notebook, and the boy who was her same age was laughing at the sight of her frantically skimming through her notes.

"Caulifla, calm down. You've gone through those darn notes like a hundred times already." He reminds her with rolled eyes underneath his sapphire colored sunglasses. "You're going to get this interview aced guaranteed." He declares, patting her shoulder a couple of times.

Caulifla casts a glare at him and crosses her arms, shrugging his hand off her shoulder. "Tarble, your ass better not be saying that cuz you're my friend." She then begins to read her notes from page one, carefully reading everything word for word.

The shorter haired spiky haired friend of hers defensively threw his hands in the air as he replies, "Look, Caulifla. I'm not saying this because I'm your friend. I'm saying this because I know it's true," He pulls out his phone upon it vibrating in his pocket as he reads his new text message from his older brother, asking about how the whole interview went with Caulifla. Of course his older brother simply assumed they left this early because the interview was around this time according to him. So, Tarble had to assure his brother that it wasn't time yet. "Besides, you got plenty of mock interviews from Vegeta who practically interviews people daily."

Caulifla huffs in frustration at his words as she clasps her hands on her face. "Ughh! I should've squeezed another one of those mock interviews in! It would be super duper helpful!" She whines.

Tarble nearly laughs, but shoves it down his throat to avoid getting punched. "Vegeta would be laughing his ass off right now because you're going bonkers." He then puts his hands on Caulifla and shakes her back and forth. "Quit worrying! You'll get the job!"

"Fine, fine, fine. Will ya hand me a breakfast sandwich already? I'm starving! And while you're at it, give me my orange juice already. It better not have any pulp in it." Caulifla says as she sits up in her car seat, tossing her notebook on top of her backpack so she doesn't messy it with stains.

"Yeah, yeah princess whatever you say." Tarble mutters as pulls out her order of two sausage egg and cheddar cheese breakfast sandwiches on an English muffin, two crispy warm hash browns, and her orange juice with no pulp.

Caulifla forcefully pulls her first sandwich away from Tarble and begins to peel the foil off of it as she keeps a glare on him. "Hey, you're not allowed to call me princess." She takes a bite out of her sandwich as Tarble opens up his sandwich, a bacon yellow egg and pepper jack cheese one.

"Oh goodness me! Forgive me Caulifla! I forgot only older men who you crush on are only allowed to call you that!" Tarble waves a hand in the air for effect. He takes a bite out of his sandwich as he adds, "So when are you going to confess to Vegeta that you have feelings for him, anyway? When you're eighteen and ready to lose your virginity to him?" Tarble nudges her as Caulifla almost gags on her breakfast sandwich and fiercely shook her head.

"You know I don't like Vegeta like that." She retaliates.

"Bullshit!" Tarble says loudly, causing Caulifla to flinch in her seat. "You're saying you don't like Vegeta like that, but who's the one who sent him those artsy craft Valentine's Day cards from the time he was in elementary school with us to when he was in junior high with us for a year! Who's the one that sent him sing-a-grams on Valentine's Day in high school? Who tried giving him a hundred bucks just cuz he graduated, when no one thought he would? Who would accept all the invitations to stay at the beach house in the summers just so she could secretly spend time with my brother? Who shared her first kiss with him and stayed a night alone with him in the beach house!" He points his sandwich at Caulifla accusingly.

With each and every words that escapes Tarble's lips, Caulifla could feel her face grow hot and no doubt the radish red glow had spread across her cheeks. "Alright, alright I get it. You've been keeping tabs on me, detective Tarble. But I'm not talking until I get my lawyer Cabba involved." She takes another bite of her sandwich as she really thought about it. Her feelings for Vegeta were still vibrant in her heart, but would they still be there by the time it was her birthday?

Today was finally the last day of Chi-Chi interviewing all of her potential candidates for her son Gohan. Aside from her work load, this minor inconvenience already added into her stress aside from the fact that her husband wouldn't get a job. Of course he wouldn't since he was sitting comfortably on a throne of cash all thanks to his wealthy wife and father-in-law. Since she had started hosting interviews, she laid off on the screaming sessions toward her husband and forced a wide wicked grin in his direction when he casually walked into her office with a sandwich in hand or some other food, asking her what she was up to.

It's not like he really cared, Chi-Chi knew he didn't even remember that she was looking for a babysitter for their child. No matter how much she reminded Goku he always seemingly forgot.

Chi-Chi's long black hair was draping down her back as she quickly lifts it up and attempts to pull it back in her usual bun, accompanied by a set of bangs that framed her face beautifully.

Soft footsteps approach her office, too light to be Goku's as cold sweat dreads across her body. She immediately stopped trying to make her hair into a bun as she stares ahead, hoping it wasn't the young girl here for her interview. Of course Goku would blindly let her in without letting Chi-Chi know!

"Don't worry, Chi-Chi! It's just me!" The indigo haired woman declares as she looks around the office, smiling at how sunlit it was due to the curtains being pulled back. She was always used to light bulbs lighting up Chi-Chi's office instead. The woman's dark eyes lower towards what laid in Chi-Chi's fist: a couple of black scrunchies, and maybe due to how nervous Chi-Chi was, she hadn't been able to properly do her hair. "Do you need my help?"

"Oh Launch, thank Kami it's you." The black haired woman sighs in relief, then nodding soon afterward. "Please, if you don't mind." To her words, the woman with bouncing long hair smiles as she quickly walks over and takes the scrunchies out of her soon to be sister-in-law's hand and begins to do a perfect bun for her.

"Are you really that nervous, Chi-Chi?" Launch teases with a giggle as she tightens the bun. "You shouldn't be, you should be relieved that this is the last interview and then you can choose to have the perfect nanny!"

"Ahh, thank you." Chi-Chi lightly laughs, easing her own tension. "How are things coming along with your wedding planning?" Chi-Chi moves herself back to her desk, organizing for the millionth time all her pens, paper, loose paper clips and staple.

Launch reddens, closing her eyes as she couldn't wait to finally be married to Raditz. Her wedding was seven months away, but just thinking about it all just made her so happy and excited. "Oh! I haven't really started it yet, after all I still need a wedding planner." She winks at Chi-Chi's jaw drops quickly staring up at Launch with widened eyes.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?!" Her open mouth turns up into a big smile with a pair of twinkling eyes to boot.

"Uh-Huh!" Launch nods happily. "Of course I'm asking you to be my wedding planner. You're the most organized, neat freak I know. If you want to be my wedding planner, it's open exclusively for you!"

Chi-Chi waltzes herself over to Launch and practically jumps into a hug. "Of course I'll be your wedding planner! I would love to plan your wedding!" The office is then filled with their squeals as the two dance around in their embrace.

Tarble parks a few feet away from the Ox Mansion as his jaw drops at how big the mansion was. He didn't believe that Goku getting married to Chi-Chi would land him such a big house! "Damn, maybe I should've gotten Chi-Chi pregnant." Tarble mumbles as Caulifla takes deep breaths one after another. This was it. This was her big moment to step in as the nanny of the CEO of Ox King Corporations. Well, almost. It was just the interview and that's why she had to ace it.

"Nasty pig, she's like four years older than you." Caulifla smacks his head before turning to look at Tarble in the eye. "This interview shouldn't take long, so don't you dare go down the street and look at all the fancy houses and local bakeries."

"Yeah, yeah sure. Unless you're not out here in twenty minutes I'm going to assume you already got the job and you're just changing diapers." Tarble says as Caulifla rolls her eyes.

"Fat chance!" She then unbuckles her seatbelt and throws it off of her, popping open her car door as she steps out. "I'll see you in a few, okay?" She closes her door.

"Good luck!" Tarble hollers before rolling up the passenger's window.

Caulifla takes deep breaths and carries on wearing her black dress clothes, brushing possible leaves that fell on her during the times she was outside as she approaches the grand golden gates to the house. She could see the house ahead alongside a couple of cars and a limo. Caulifla swallowed, imagining herself stepping into this place every day seemed unreal.

Taking her seventeenth deep breath of the day, she presses the button to make her presence known, a loud buzz follows soon after. Then the voice of a woman speaks on the small black speaker.

"Ox-King residence." She says in a stern yet raised tone.

"Hello! I'm Caulifla Sadala, here for my interview ma'am." She replies quickly.

"Ah! Caulifla Sadala, yes! Let me open up the gates to let you in." Replies the voice, which no doubt was Chi-Chi.

The gates creak with the sound of them being pried open as Caulifla quickly walks into the property. Her eyes roam around at the Ox statues, purple car and lime green car, the lush green grass and carnations frosted with ice, everything was so beautiful. She then walks careful steps up the marble stairs as she stands at the doors with intricate details and golden door knobs. Before Caulifla could attempt to pull it open, a woman with a soft smile answers, standing in front of her a few feet away.

"Ah, Caulifla. It's so nice to meet you, come in." says the woman with a nice hairdo and wearing a navy skirt that reaches her knees, a white blouse with frilly ruffles on it, and then a matching blazer to top it all off.

"Hello, Chi-Chi it's so nice to finally meet you too." Caulifla says with a big smile, her voice sounding so foreign to her. She then quickly follows Chi-Chi through the house, holding back from gazing upon it for fear she'd be distracted and lose her potential boss.

Chi-Chi stands before a door, opening it as she approaches her chicory colored desk, adorned with her office supplies and papers. "Come, take a seat." She gestures toward one of the chairs across from the desk as Caulifla hurriedly makes her way over and takes a seat, sitting up straight.

"Alright, for starters, where did you hear this job?" Chi-Chi looks up from her clipboard, eyes matched on Caulifla.

"Oh! I heard about this job from one of my closest friends, Vegeta! He's the son of Vegeta Sr., and owns a company." At the mention of Vegeta's name, Chi-Chi almost winces, but her eyes widen as her eyebrows arch up. Caulifla could've sworn she almost jumped in her seat but brushes it off and continues, "I used to babysit all the CEOs' kids and sometimes they'd keep in contact with me so I can babysit personally for them."

Chi-Chi nods in approval, writing this down in her notes, recalling the references on Caulifla's application. "And what was that like?" She asks.

"A bit disastrous at times, I'll admit. Since most of them are pampered, they expect me to give them free candy or toys or comply with them . . ." Caulifla pauses to think, and to properly say her words so she wouldn't potentially swear. "But, since I don't really like bratty kids, I don't soften or sugar coat stuff for them. I treat them just like they act—like childish brats. After they got babysat by me so often, they already knew what I expected, well behaved manners, speak when allowed, of course they're allowed to have fun and scream and stuff but they have to follow the rules their parents enforce."

Chi-Chi writes all the words she could, nodding at everything Caulifla said. After she was done writing, she looks up from her notes. "Okay, do you have any thing in your schedule like a job, school, or activities?"

Caulifla had to go through her head to remember if she even had anything on her schedule. She was on winter break right now, so she didn't have to go back to school until January. No jobs since last year, and frankly that's it, she couldn't think of anything that would intervene with babysitting Gohan. Unless . . . She ended up letting herself get strung up in a sexual relationship with Vegeta then that could possibly take up her time, but Caulifla wasn't about to say that to Chi-Chi.

"Ah, well as of right now no. I'm on winter break until January third and will be graduating from high school this June." Caulifla answers, smiling at the woman.

After many more questions and what seemed like forever, the interview was finally over. Caulifla stood up from her seat and maneuvers herself around Chi-Chi's desk to shake her hand. Chi-Chi takes her hand and shakes it a couple times.

"I'll contact you by phone for further consideration. It was a pleasure to meet you Caulifla."

"Thank you, it was a pleasure to meet you too, Chi-Chi."

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