#chef coat shop near me

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[justagalwhowrites]

I missed Joel and Beautiful! Thank you for continuing to share their lives with us!

Now hear me out! Why do I see them adopting a dog from a shelter down the line. Just a scruffy little guy to complete their family. In my head they’re always going on walks and hikes when they have some free time and a dog would just be chefs kiss! Watching their silly movies and the dog just chilling next to them on the couch!

OMG Bestie!! YES, I love this!

Since Beautiful and Joel live in Austin, they're going to adopt from Austin Pets Alive. A friend of mine used to work there and they do some great work! If you're looking to make a donation to an animal charity (or live in the Austin area and are looking to adopt like Beautiful and Joel) here's a link. Read more about Joel and Beautiful's dog below the cut 😊

Beautiful talks him into going to the shelter just to look because there's an adoption event and omg puppies! But then there's a scruffy looking dog who is clearly not the healthiest and no one else is paying attention to him and Joel sees him first and pulls Beautiful away from fawning over a floppy golden retriever puppy to look at this... who knows what kind of mutt.

She IMMEDIATELY melts for this dog who rolls on his back and wriggles on the ground. "Joel, look at this sweet little baby! Aww poor little guy, I think he's sick... we should find out what's wrong..."

And there's part of Joel that says "no, we shouldn't, we're just here to see cute animals not adopt one, we both work, we want to travel, a dog is a lot of work" but this scruffy dog looks up at him with these HUGE eyes and he's just like "Yeah, alright, lemme find someone..." and leaves her alone with the dog - which he knows has made it so they're taking him home, Beautiful is attached now.

Joel comes back with the shelter volunteer who has the dog's paperwork. His name is Curtis - already meant to be, Beautiful thinks - and he's only been there three days, they're still working on getting him healthy. He's got a laundry list of problems at the moment - fleas, mange, ear infections, heart worm - but they're working on getting him well. Though they think it would be even better if he could go home with loving parents 👀

Beautiful just looks up at Joel from her place on the ground beside Curtis, damn near pouting while she scratches this dog, and Joel just sighs and goes "Alright, well, is there some food and stuff we can buy to bring home or do we need to stop at the store, too?"

Once Curtis gets well, though, he ends up being just a beautiful dog, with a glossy coat and full of happy wags all the time. Beautiful talks her boss into letting her bring him to work a few days a week and he becomes a happy office dog, wiggling around and greeting her team every day. They take him camping and hiking and start planning trips based around where has good dog beaches to take Curtis to or what wineries allow dogs on their patios so they can do their lil wine tastings while he chews on a bone. He loves to curl up on the couch between them when watching movies, his head on Beautiful's lap and his tail draped across Joel's legs. He steals popcorn kernels that fall out of the bowl and he gets jealous if his parents try to snuggle and he's not in the middle of them. He loves to swim in the pool in the summer and Sarah is his favorite person. She brings him the pup cups from the coffee shop on the corner by her apartment whenever she comes over and he will drop everything he's doing as soon as he hears Sarah. "He's got good taste," Joel says, resigned to the fact that neither you nor him are your dog's favorite.

Yes, they definitely get a dog and he's their whole baby 😭

[sailorsenshishitposter]

MGR office au part 5 - a day in the life of Mistral

Mistral returned to her room and placed her money that she had won from Sam in her purse. Her luxury Chanel purse. After all, her blood demanded that she only use the finest things from France. She sat down in her "chair" (that she had made from multiple dwarf gekkos) and began to sigh. Unless she was near her boss Armstrong or working at her job, she found her days quite dull.

She went over to her night stand and brushed her thumb over her hardcopy of L'Étranger longingly. She looked over the walls of her room (which totally did not look like a bdsm dungeon) and decided that tomorrow was the day that she would win the heart of her boss. She soon went to sleep and the dwarf gekkos were just glad that they had survived another night of not being torn apart to become furniture or to be used as a fisting toy.

Dawn of the First Day - 72 hours remain -

What better way to a man's heart than through his stomach? Mistral was used to doing the saying more literally than figuratively but she figured that she should give cooking a chance. After all, many of the greatest chefs were French. She looked over several cook books and decided that she would make duck confit. She had cured it last night so all that was needed to be done was to cook it. She placed the duck in the pan and coated it in fat, then added a layer of foil. She set the oven to 210°F and all that was left was to let it slow cook over the next eight hours.

While she waited she decided the best way to kill time was to do some shopping. Off she went to buy more Dior products. After a long day she returned to headquarters and went to check on the oven in the kitchen. To her horror, the door was left wide open and her duck confit was gone. "Merde, my food!" She then heard what sounded like a racoon gnawing on something. She looked under the table and found the cause. "SUNDOWNER!" There was her coworker hunched under the table, trying his best to discreetly eat a duck.

"WAIT! I CAN EXPLAIN! Listen, it just smelled so good and I was so hungry!" Her eyes narrowed. "Did I mention that I grew up in poverty?" Mistral then went on a tangent about how they all had to survive growing up and that she didn't give two shits. "You owe me, you imbecile!" She had had enough. Mistral would think of something better tomorrow.

Dawn of the Second Day - 48 hours remain -

"Alright Sundowner, here is the plan. I need you to convince Armstrong to meet me in my room." The bald man scratched his scalp. "How the hell am I supposed ta do that?" Mistral took out a dwarf gekko hand and bonked him with it. "Figure that out yourself! I must go prepare." She then promptly left to return to her room. "Woman. Can't understand em'. Well I guess I better go before she tries to stomp on my balls again."

He then went to Monsoon for help. He knocked on the door and soon the cyborg opened it. "I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS! Just kidding, what do you want?" Sundowner then discussed how he would set up a diversion while Monsoon would plant a note in their bosses office. "And what makes you think that I'll help you?" Half a second later and Sundowner was now holding his steam deck. Monsoon gulped. "Alright, you win."

Ah, there was Armstrong. "BOSS, I NEED YER HELP!" The Senator sighed. "What is it now?" Sundowner began to wave his arms around. "I CAN'T EXPLAIN, THERE'S NO TIME! HURRY!" Soon Armstrong was following Sundowner down the corridor. - Cut to mission Impossible music - Suddenly Monsoon is shown upside down on the ceiling. He went to turn off his anti gravity field only to come tumbling down like a jenga tower. "Fuck." After restacking his bionicle body he gently placed the note on his superiors desk. "Time to get out of here."

Finally Sundowner and Armstrong had arrived at one of the public bathrooms. "Alright, tell me what's the problem?" The man struggled to think of an excuse on the spot. " I... uh.. I.. cut myself... shaving?" Armstrong's eyes turned red. "WHAT!? YOU BROUGHT ME ALL THE WAY HERE FOR THIS!? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I DOCK YOUR PAY!" Once the man was gone, Sundowner slid down against the bathroom tile. "Well, I've done everythin' she told me to so she better be grateful!"

Upon returning to his personal office, Armstrong had noticed a small note on his desk. "Meet me in room 403. Your secret admirer." He began to blush. The last time anyone had fancied him was his college days. "Well let's meet this mysterious admire then." He went up to the door and opened it. He was greeted by the sight of someone laying on their stomach lazily, stark naked and they were proudly displaying their large rump. "Who is it now?" the voice called out. Armstrong walked in and got a closer look. "SAM!?"

Mistral was on her bed in an expensive pair of lingerie. "What's taking him so long?" She then heard a knock at her door and rushed to answer it, only to be greeted by Monsoon. "Oh. What do you want, I'm expecting someone?" The man chuckled. "I think you might want to see this." They walked down the hall only to hear shouting. Mistral realized it was that of her boss and her coworker Sam. "WHY ARE YOU NAKED!?" followed by "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!?" Soon everything clicked in her head. "SUNDOWNER!"

Dawn of the Final Day - 24 hours remain -

Mistral paced back and forth. "That's it! I'm going to let him know how I feel. And Sundowner can't ruin it for me this time!" She went down to her superiors office. "Mistral? What are you do-" She placed her finger to his lips, silencing him. "It was me all along boss. I'm your secret admirer. Je t’aime de toute mon âme. Will you be mine?" Her boss readjusted his glasses. "I'm flattered Mistral, but I'll tell you what I already told Sundowner. (Sundowner? Her mind went blank.) I make it a habit not to let my love life be involved with my work. In other words, I don't date clients. I'm sure you understand."

Mistral soon became lightheaded. "No way! Sundowner did this on purpose! I'll kill him!" she thought to herself and she soon passed out and fell over. "Mistral?"

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Luke Has a Crush Masterlist

A Movie I Wanna See (ao3) - secretlyryanross luke/ashton N/R, 4k

Summary: Luke works at his local movie theatre and is asked to stay over late to help Ashton clean theatres. No problem, right? Well, one problem. He has a huge crush on Ashton.

because you feel like home (you're like a dream come true) (ao3) - terushous michael/luke M, 11k

Summary: When Luke is nine, he thinks he's actually going to hurt someone. Because, seriously, does Michael really not notice? He spent everyday the last few summers going over to Michael's house just to see what he was doing; every single day.

Or; Luke has had a crush on Michael since he was seven, and everyone notices. Well, everyone except Michael.

how did we end up talking in the first place? (ao3) - hemmingscliffords michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Michael works in a coffee shop on Saturdays and he's kind of lame. Luke walks in and Michael kind of falls in love right then and there.

i let my guard down for a moment (wherever you go, i'll be going too) (ao3) - burstintocolor (anchormate) luke/calum, michael/ashton M, 4k

Summary: He’s not sure what he guessed the baker would look like, but whatever his assumption was, Luke is surprised. He’s dressed far more casually than he had expected, no fancy chef coat and uniform in sight - in its place a black t-shirt with the name of a band Luke vaguely recognizes, gray slacks, and a blue striped apron with plenty of flour on it, the only indicator that Calum has been the one baking all the delicious items they sell. When Luke’s eyes reach Calum’s face, he sees he was wrong, actually - there’s flour in his hair as well. His dark curly hair, seemingly bleached in some bits, is mostly covered by the red ball cap Calum wears, but one of the longest curls near his eye is streaked with flour, and Luke can’t help the slight smile that escapes him. He also hadn’t expected how pretty the baker would be, of course.

or; luke has a career crisis and gets a job at a bakery. calum is a beautiful baker. you know how it goes from there.

make you blush (ao3) - dazedlight (opinionoutpost) luke/ashton T, 5k

Summary: "Luke peers up, and he's sure his heart does stop this time as he shrinks in on himself, worrying at his bottom lip. He really doesn't need this right now. In fact, he needs the opposite of this – he really, really doesn't want to talk to Ashton Irwin at this moment, or any moment, to be honest, because he thinks his stomach might fall out of his ass if he tries."

Or, Luke is a dweeby Year 10 who has a crush on the star of the musical.

Princes (ao3) - wallywestie luke/ashton, michael/calum N/R, 2k

Summary: Ashton and Luke have been friends since Luke was a baby. He doesn't remember a day where he didn't know Ashton.

Luke has the biggest crush on Ashton that his best friend Michael, always teases him about. What he doesn't know is that Ashton reciprocates these feelings and is finally manning up and telling him.

something's telling me you're the one (ao3) - rocketshiptospace luke/ashton T, 9k

Summary: or, luke has a crush on ashton, who's totally out of his league and someone's leaving him little notes in his locker.

stick to the status quo (ao3) - cliffakitten  luke/ashton M, 29k

Summary: Or, the one where Luke is on the football team but has a mahooosive crush on this kid in the theatre club with the big hazel eyes and emo fringe.

Sugar, We're Going Down Swingin' (ao3) - dontpanicmuke michael/luke N/R, 9k

Summary: Luke has just moved to a tiny town where everyone is living like it's the 1950s. He makes the baseball team at his new school and meets Michael, the catcher who been out since his freshman year. Luke starts to develop feelings for him, but his fear of coming out force him to bury them. Luke has to deal with his newfound crush and the weight of the team as they look to him, the pitcher, to take them to state this year.

Wonderland (ao3) - dracomalfloy michael/luke E, 69k

Summary: Or the one where Luke definitely doesn't have a crush on the bartender with the flaming red hair. Michael has the prettiest eyes and a troubled past and Calum and Ashton are determined to make this the best summer of their lives.

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HOW DARE YOU

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character/s: dad!kuroo tetsuro, dad!miya osamu, dad!daichi sawamura, dad!miya atsumu x f!reader

genre/s: fluff!!!

warning/s: none

gwen’s notes 🤍: look at me posting twice a day instead of once every two weeks :)) somebody pls be proud of me ty also yes the kuroo one is basically a self-insert. all my kuroo works are self-inserts. what abt it???

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kuroo tetsuro is out on another quick business trip and you figure it’s the perfect time to have a girls’ day out with your two lovely daughters. for kids whose legs are barely a foot or two long, they surely do a number on you as tiny hands clasp your fingers on either hand in a vice grip and drag you across the mall. “slow down you little monsters!” you chuckle breathlessly, straightening up to readjust the shopping bags draped over your forearms. “just one more store, mommy. we promise!” kaeri pleads, clutching her hands together and mustering the best puppy eyes as she stares up at you. her sister takes notes and mirrors her. you couldn’t help but laugh. “i think we’ve had enough for the day. let’s just come back next time with daddy,” you bargain patiently. kyo pouts, slumping in defeat. “daddy lets us buy whatever we want anyway.” you heave a dramatic gasp, hand coming up to your chest. “how dare you!?” you shriek jokingly and your daughters break out in tiny giggles while they not-so-discretely pad away from you. “hey, come back! what’s that supposed to mean!?” kaeri takes her little sister’s hands in hers, swaying them back and forth. “nothing, mommy,” she sings.

bonus scene: “tetsuro.” kuroo shivers, shrugging his coat off. “what ever happened to ‘welcome back, love’ or ‘how was your trip, darling?’” he snickers, pulling you flush against him and kissing your temple. “tell me why are my daughters, my sweet little angels, are turning against me?” you catch a glimpse of guilt across his features in a mere split second before he brushes you off. “i have no idea what you mean—” “kaeri said ‘daddy lets us buy everything we want!’” you recall in a high-pitched tone, glaring at your husband. he purses his lips, suppressing a wide grin, before engulfing you in a resolve-breaking embrace. his deep chuckle resounds through his chest where your cheek lay against. “i’m sure those little gremlins didn’t mean it, kitten. they only like me for my credit card,” he jokes. he pulls away to make sure of the smile that etches on your lips no matter how hard you try to hide it. “there she is,” he muses, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “there’s that beautiful smile i missed so, so much.”

miya osamu is stuck at the restaurant due to an unexpected volume of orders. he usually cooks dinner for the three of you but you didn’t want to give him the extra work as soon as he comes home, surely tired from the day he’s just had. “why’re you cooking, mommy?” your little kid chirps as they climb onto a stool, damn near giving you a heart attack as you anticipate whether they’ll fall or not. you sigh in relief as they wiggle comfortable on the stool and turn your attention back cooking. “daddy has to stay behind at the shop for a little bit,” you mumble, hovering over the stove cautiously while bringing a spoon to your lips. “but i like daddy’s cooking better,” they whine, plopping their chubby cheeks onto their hands with a frown, making you choke on the food you’re tasting. “no you don’t, mine’s better,” you argue as you turn to them with an amused smirk, hands on your hips. “no, mommy. ‘m pretty sure i like daddy’s food more.” you wipe your hands off on your apron as you approach them. “okay fine, it’s true. but we have to pretend mommy’s the better chef, okay?” you laugh, taking their small face into your hands and lightly squishing it. you hear keys jingle at the front door, you and your child exchange knowing looks as you circle back into the kitchen. osamu pads over to place a kiss on top of their head before he walks over to you, strong arms wrapping around your waist. “sorry i’m late, darling. that smells so good.” you glance at your child over your shoulder, chuckling when they give you a toothy grin and a thumbs up.

daichi sawamura pushes the shopping cart as you scan the aisles meticulously. you forgot the list at home so you couldn’t afford to forget anything you might need. “do you recall if we still have coffee creamer,” you mumble more to yourself than to your husband, fingers tapping your chin while you slow to a pause in front of the shelves. “daddy, i want chocolates,” your child attempts to whisper, craning their little body left and right while daichi traps them in his arms. “later,” he whisper-hushes back, earning a raised brow from you. “uh… i think we’re almost out of the one you like,” he ponders, but your mind has long left the thought of creamers after the discourse you just witnessed between the two of them. “no one’s getting any chocolates,” you announce disapprovingly. “they’ve been having too much sweets lately.” daichi rubs nape of his neck, chuckling nervously. “right i wasn’t actually—” “but mommy,” a small whine interrupts. your child attempts to wriggle out of the confines of the metal bars of the cart where they’re sat. “daddy always lets me have sweets.” daichi’s eyes nearly pop out of their socket, but he smiles it off. “always?” you question your child, but eyes remain glued to your husband with a vindictive glare. “always!” they cheer, bursting to a fit of innocent giggles. “well now that you’ve blown my cover, we’re both never going to get any sweets.”

bonus: miya atsumu has been pouting beside you for the past thirty minutes and you couldn’t help but find him adorable, even as it crosses your mind that you have to take care of two children, him being the second one. “baby, i assure you they don’t mean it.” “doesn’t make it any less painful,” he huffs. “they will understand when they’re older, my love. it’s not like a two year old can comprehend such things.” you shift your child’s weight onto the other arm as you lift one hand to cup atsumu’s cheek, careful not to wake them in your arms. “but i’m their daddy! he’s just the less cooler, ugly uncle—” “you have the same face,” you deadpan. atsumu squeezes his eyes shut in frustration. “you don’t understand, they even sweari’m their favorite—” you let out sharp gasp, cutting him off. you lower your voice back down as your child almost stirs awake. “when did you become the favorite parent!?” “that’s besides the point,” he mumbles. “they better be able to tell us apart the next time we visit samu,” he grunts, crossing his arms and sinking further to his seat.

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Birthday Date

In true me fashion, I once again don’t know what to name a piece of writing.

Tashi belongs to @bastart13

Tashi wheeled himself up to Laurel's door. He pulled his coat tighter around his neck as a brisk breeze blew by as he entered into the warm shop.

The glass case where she kept her various crystals and expensive herbs was covered in flowers. Hydrangeas. Her favorite, in various shades of pink, blue, purple and white.

He heard a crash upstairs followed by a string of colorful expletives.

"We're supposed to tear up your room after we tear up the town, leave something for me to mess up."

Laurel came down the stairs, he wasn't sure if it was makeup but her cheeks were faintly pink.

He had offered to make her a birthday outfit but Laurel had insisted he didn't.

She was dressed in an ice blue dress, the top hung off her shoulders, a decidedly different look from her high neck.

Tashi didn't realize he was staring until Laurel pulled her sleeve up slightly.

"Does it look bad...I can change? Is it okay for dinner?"

Tashi nodded grabbing one of her hands kissing the knuckles "You look fantastic"

Laurel grinned before grabbing her cape from the hook by the door. It was fairly worn but in good shape. Tashi made a mental note on the fit, he could make a better one of she ever needed it

Together they made their way towards the fashion district. A new restaurant had opened up, some.kind of pit with a chef who flung food at you.

Tashi wasn't sure but when Laurel mentioned it her face lit up so he offered to take her.

The fashion district was mildly crowded, cold breezes tended to keep the people home, but Laurel seemed at home in it.

After a few moments of walking they found the restaurant, being led to a rectangular table with a fired grill in the middle.

"Oh...? "

The chef greeted them and for a few moments they had the table to themselves, it appeared more people could fit with them.

Tashi laced his fingers with her "How was your day at the shop?"

Laurel waved her hand "ugh all you ever want to talk about is work!" She paused before grinning at him "Work was fine, I finally got that order of Southern soil I've been waiting on."

"Ah yes....dirt."

Laurel laughed lightly "It's helpful for farming spells, the Steppe is especially fertile soil."

Tashi nodded before greeting a set of newcomers to the table.

Soon after a few more pairs joined their table and dinner was started.

Laurel couldn't help laughing when a shallot hit Tashi in the nose, his face crinkling.

The chef was fun, making games, cracking jokes.

By the end of dinner Laurel thought she may explode from how much food she ate. As she and Tashi made their way out into the cold night air she grinned dumbly at him.

"You had too many drinks."

"I HAD 2 DRINKS! And also....pretty lucky I get to spend my birthday with you...."

Tashi flushed slightly at her words, she did that sometimes, caught him off guard with something mushy.

He squeezed her hand, his signal for her to lean over and she sat on a nearby ledge, bringing them eye level.

His hand met her cheek and he smiled gently, leaning in to kiss her. In spite of the cold her lips were warm to his.

He pulled her closer, almost into his lap when her hand made contact with his neck.

"WHAT THE HELLS?"

He jumped, her hands were ice cold.

Laurel blushed as she rubbed her frozen hands together "Sorry!"

Tashi eyed her hands as she aggressively rubbed her hands together "I thought you just used a heat spell? In the summer I know you use a cooling spell."

Laurel grinned "Ice is my element....fire and heat....are harder for me, I can do it for short periods but it takes a lot of energy. I really need to invest in some gloves."

Tashi perked up "Let's stop by my shop...I have something..."

Together they made their way to his shop. Once inside Tashi made his way to a basket near his back room, he dug through it before he pulled out a pair of mittens.

They were obviously a first attempt, they were a little less crisp than his typical creations but the fabric was soft on her fingers as she slid them on.

Tashi avoided her eye "Sorry they were a first attempt....had to outsource when a client asked me to make them....but I can make you a better pair.."

Laurel was smiling at him as she leaned over "May I?"

He nodded allowing her to sit in his lap "We did get interrupted earlier...."

Tashi grinned, feeling her gloved hands on his neck "We did....."

Laurel kissed him firmly, cheeks cupping his cheek. His arms wrapped her waist pulling her closer.

After a few moments Laurel pulled the gloves off, her hands threading into his hair. Tashi's lips found the space below her ear and she whined softly.

After a few moments Laurel pulled away, her lips parted slightly, pink from their kisses. "I should head home....."

"Counteroffer....you stay the night....."

Laurel smiled gently, nodding "Yes please....."

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When she awoke the next morning, her cheek was pressed against something warm and firm.

Tashi's arm was around her shoulder and he pulled her closer, his skin was soft under her palm and she reached up to stroke his cheek.

"Hey....."

Tashi grinned hugging her tighter "Not a bad birthday eh?"

Laurel laughed, hugging him closer "Not bad at all."

They spent the morning chatting as the sun crept into his shop before finally getting out of bed.

As they dressed Tashi noticed a small bruise at the nape of her neck.

"Sorry to get overzealous last night."

Laurel laughed and winked at him, pointing out a similar spot along his throat "You weren't the only one."

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roses and lamp grass (hc scenario)

penpal: stay tuned for your request for kaeya ! hope this is to your liking :DD

prompt: cancer the crab, flower-injury soulmate au

pairing/s: diluc x gn!reader

sypnosis: whenever you stare at the flowers that are all over your body, you often joked to your peers about how your soulmate is your knight in shining armor who always has injuries from every fight they get. who knew that your soulmate is a used-to-be-knight in black coat?

include/s: spoilers to diluc’s story quest, ooc!diluc (?), mentions of injuries, and one corny line (im not sorry)

-> you hate strolling at night.

-> when it comes to gathering ingredients, you'd rather let one of the delivery men bring them in the mornings. however, due to the lack of recipes that needs lamp grass, you never bothered ordering the flowers.

-> so why gather lamp grasses? it was simple,

-> tomorrow is diluc ragnvindr's birthday.

-> although it's agreeable that the man is a busy one, he always visits your restaurant once in a week to buy a random meal for take-out and leave. sometimes if the food takes a while, you'd try to make conversations with the man, who'd respond shortly but enough for you to carry on.

-> once you found out tomorrow is his birthday from a certain captain who strolled in for his skewers, you immediately started planning on getting ingredients for a dish that you think he'd like: "pile 'em up."

-> even though you hated strolling at night, you wanted to do this just for the man.

-> you would've gone to flora's shop for the lamp grasses– or to the area near the city that has loads of them. unfortunately, thanks to a certain knight for getting them all, you had no choice but to go somewhere else.

-> why do lamp grasses have to be so far away from the city grounds?

-> your first stop is galesong hill, whereas harris, the chef from the camp near dragonspine, warned you about nearby hilichurls lurking to which you took note of his warning and quietly thank him before strolling your way to where the lamp grasses resides.

-> if only you were more careful.

-> you were this close to pass through the hilichurls' watchful eyes, but then you accidentally stepped on a branch that made a noise that's louder than you intended, now noticing how it caught their attention.

-> thankfully though, before any of the vicious creatures could lay a hand on you, you immediately heard rushed footsteps, followed by a loud "time for.. RETRIBUTION!" and a what looked like a phoenix passing through you, causing your eyes to widen in surprise.

-> in a blink of an eye, the hilichurls have all disappeared, leaving you alone with your savior.

-> you turn around to look at the person who saved you, only to see a red-haired man who oddly looks the same as the man you're making a gift for.

-> before you could speak though, the masked man immediately walk away from your direction much to your dismay.

"i would like to thank you for helping me," you said, trying to catch up with the red-haired man. "if it weren't for you saving my life, i would be afraid of what will happen to my restaurant."

"you shouldn't follow me lest you want to encounter more hilichurls." he retorts, not glancing back at you as he continues to head forward.

"i know, i know, but.. could you accompany me for a while first? i'm actually not going back to the city–"

"why?"

"..because i'm collecting ingredients."

"at night?"

"lamp grasses are easier to find when it's nighttime."

"shouldn't that be a delivery man's job?"

"yeah but.. i don't usually order lamp grasses for my restaurant. this one is just for a dear friend of mine, if you'd like to know." you explain with an awkward laugh, looking around the area to find lamp grass.

"...that friend must be a close one." he comments.

you nodded slowly. "i wouldn't consider him as a close friend since.. i don't exactly know him at all. i just want to give him a birthday gift since he's a regular customer of mine and all."

the man stops his tracks, causing you to stop as well in confusion. he then sighs, looking at you with a defeated look on his face. "alright, i'll company you in getting them."

you smile gratefully at him. "thank you,"

as soon as the both of you arrived back at where you were before, you immediately made a bee-line for the nearby lamp grasses, picking every single one and put them in your pouch.

"..why are you getting so many of them?" he asks, watching you walking around the area for more lamp grasses. "from all the dishes i know of, two would need only one."

"well if i had to be honest," you hesitated for a moment, standing up from the ground as you place one last lamp grass in your bag. "i honestly haven't cooked this dish for a long time now so... i can't exactly be determined if the first try would be good."

you then walk towards him with a satisfied look on your face. "i think i have enough now. thank you again."

he gave you a nod. "it's no problem.. i can accompany you back to the city–"

"you've already done enough, kind sir." you interrupted, patting his shoulder before walking towards the path. "you can go back doing... whatever you were doing before you saw me. i can go back on my own so have a good night!

the man chuckles, shaking his head to himself before he starts to follow you. "even if you refuse, i'm still going with you. besides, i'm going to the same route as you."

you shrug the man off and continue to walk down the pathway. "whatever makes you rest well, i suppose."

as the two of you walk down the path together, you couldn't help but notice how although your mysterious savior is similar to diluc, he seems more.. casual and straightforward, unlike the other– who's rather more aloof and quiet.

to cut off the awkward silence between you two, you suddenly asked him a question. "forgive me if i'm invading your privacy or anything but uhm, have you found your soulmate yet?"

"no. i never bothered to since.. i never have enough time to find them." he responds hesitantly. "what about you? have you found yours already?"

you shook your head. "not exactly. i haven't seen anyone in the city who has the same tattoos as mine. i would've look for them around the nation if i had the chance but i don't have enough time either."

"you could show me one of your tattoos. i'll see if i can remember anyone i've met who has the same ones as yours." he suggests, causing your eyes to widen at the man. "really? you'd do that?" you asked.

"sure. though, i can't promise you that i'll know."

you thought about it for a moment before you stop your tracks, rolling up one of your sleeves to find the tattoo that was imprinted on your arm. "this one's the recent one i know so far." you explain, not noticing how the man's eyes widens behind his mask at the sight of your tattoo. "is it familiar to you?"

you watched as diluc– or rather, the man, stares at your tattoo for a concerning amount of time, not a single word came out from his mouth. did your tattoo perhaps bring a terrible memory to him? you hope not.

"...uhm, hello?" you call out, rolling back down your sleeve as you look at your friend in concern. "...sir?"

the man blinked a few times before removing his coat, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. "i... i might sound crazy or jumping to conclusions but i have an injury that's in the same shape and place as the one on your tattoo." he spoke up, trying to roll up his gray sleeve to show you. your eyes slightly widens when you saw his injury.

is this a dream?

"...can you... can you show me your flower tattoo?" you ask, hoping to barbatos that the man isn't simply jumping to conclusions and that his assumptions are indeed correct.

without another question, the man showed you his other arm, which has the exact flower tattoo as yours along with your scar that you got from burning yourself being in the same place as the tattoo.

"...you're... you're my soulmate?" you asked.

he then removes his mask, showing you that he is indeed diluc. "i.. i suppose so."

the two of you stared at each other in shocked for a moment, not knowing what to do after finding out this huge discovery.

perhaps strolling around at night isn't so bad than you thought it would be.

extra:

"oh you're back," you said, watching as your soulmate enters your closed restaurant after an hour. "how's uhm.. how's your patrol?"

diluc lightly smiles, removing his mask and putting it by the counter. "surprisingly.. everything's clear for now." he answers, looking at you with a nervous look on his face. "how's your.. recipe for this friend of yours?"

you look at the time, noticing how it's now 00:00 (12:00). just in time, you thought to yourself.

"the first attempt went badly," you said, heading towards the kitchen to retrieve the meal. "but on the bright side, the second attempt went well and you're just in time!"

he raises an eyebrow in confusion. "am i going to taste it for you?" he asks.

"yes, because this meal is actually for you." you said, walking back to the counter with the newly cooked meal and place it in front of the red-haired man. "this is my gift to you. happy birthday, diluc."

"...is this supposed to be pile 'em up?"

you nodded. "yep, but i decided to put some of my touches there- that's why it looks different, if you're wondering."

you watched as the man picks up his utensils and takes a slice of the meal, putting it in his mouth to taste it.

"...not bad," he comments, humming in satisfaction as he takes another bite much to your delight. "it's really good."

you sigh in relief, putting your apron aside as you watch your man continue to eat the meal. "if i ever put this meal in my restaurant, i'd call it "once upon a time in mondstadt." you said.

he chuckles in amusement. "why the name, if i may ask?"

"cause one of the ingredients led me to my happily ever after."

[i-cant-sing]

I know requests are closed so this isn’t a request I just had an idea based off an ask you got about hawks and the Todoroki clan. What if the reader escaped from yandere Todoroki clan (Dabi scared the reader/took it too far with the threats, or because endeavor and the brothers had a fight and the reader got scared)and they ran into hawks, crying and panicked thinking that he would help. But hawks recognizes them from the pictures in endeavors desk and offers them a lift to somewhere safe. Only for hawks to fly the reader back to the Todoroki estate where the whole family is waiting for them.

The reader feels hurt and betrayed and everyone is angry, but hawks being hawks tries to diffuse the situation by saying,”stop scaring the poor kid. They came to me scared out of their mind, but being the outstanding godfather that I am, I made sure to bring them back safely.” (Or something like that)

And endeavor just accepts that hawks claimed himself as the readers godfather, and tells the reader to get inside and to clean up.

So now hawks takes it upon himself to hang around the estate more to fulfill his “godfather” duties, spoiling the reader as much as he can.

Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki clan reader

I was going to write boyfriend Hawks, instead of Godfather Hawks but this was just too good. I kinda thought that the age gap between Hawks and reader would be too much so maybe Godfather would be a better role for him, but the chaos that would follow if they find him dating reader would be just *chef's kiss*. I think I just might write bf Hawks too. Let me know what you guys think.

Anyways, enjoy!

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Yandere Hawks:

You didn't know how long you had been running for. You didn't know how far you had gotten away from their house. You didn't even know where you were going, to be honest. But you did know that you had to get away from there as far as you could.

Sure, you only had a few hours headstart. But for them, the most powerful family in Japan, this wasn’t enough time for you. 

You had planned your escape with their schedule in mind.

Enji would come home from his office at 9pm; he used to return at 11, but ever since you were kidnapped adopted by them, he tries to come home early.

Natsuo had already visited you during the day. He habitually comes after his shift at the hospital. Once he would check you over for any injuries and be satisfied with your overall health, he would join you, Rei and Fuyumi for a quick lunch before leaving.

Usually, you would spend the day with Rei, Fuyumi and Shotou, then Enji would come by the time dinner was served. And once everyone went to sleep, Dabi would come to visit you around 2 am. He would tap on your window and disturb you from your sleep, but its not like you have any engagements in the morning anyways. Once you would let him in, he would talk to you and maybe watch a movie too. If he's pissed, he might "accidentally" leave a burn mark on your arm (and you've tried asking your family for help, but they wouldn't do anything. Natsuo would just bandage you up, while Shotou would comfort you. Besides, you've learned not to snitch on Dabi because he would even get angrier than before.)

That was your routine ever since they had took you, almost 7 months ago. Well, they had actually adopted you an year ago, and everything was going well. But then you started noticing their odd behaviour. You thought they were just being protective of you at first, but as time went on, their obsessive tendencies and no regard for your personal boundaries started weirding you out.

Then one day, they just stopped letting you out of the house. No matter how much you cried, begged or fought, they just wouldn't let you go outside, telling that you its for your own good.

At first, they would use cuffs to keep you bound since you fought so much. But then you started behaving, and they slowly started trusting you more and stopped putting on the restraints.

What they didn't know was that you were just biding your time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to escape. Like today.

Shotou had to go to his friend's house to work on a school project, so he wasn't able to join you at lunch today and would be coming home late.

After lunch, once Natsuo had left, you asked Fuyumi if she could go to the mall and buy you some books. You had been complaining to her about your boredom for quite sometime now, so she agreed and left to go shop for you.

So that only left you with Rei in the house. And while she had a weaker quirk than the rest of the family, your quirkless self was no match for her either.

But she was easier to fool. You told Rei that you were going to take a nap in your room and to call you when dinner was ready. Rei nodded before going to the kitchen to start preparing for dinner.

You went to your room and opened the window to get out. It used to be bolted shut but after months of working on it slowly but stealthily, you had managed to pop it open. It was 6, and you were sure Fuyumi and Shotou would be coming home by 7, so without having anytime to pack, you ran.

It was stupid. You should've at least gotten your coat and shoes on, but there was no guarantee a chance like this would appear again, so you left without them.

You kind of regret it now, as you winced in pain at all the rocks and twigs pressing into your bare feet. You shivered in the cold, which didn't bother you at first because of the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but now as you slid against a dumpster in an alley to give a break to your legs, you wished Rei could've given you some proper clothes, instead of the light, pastel pink dress. In her defence, the house was centrally heated during winters so you didn't really need warm clothes inside the house. But now, looking at the dark clouds forming in the sky, you wished she could've at least given you a sweater.

It had soon started raining, and the wind had picked up as well. Shivering, you decided to stay put by the dumpster and wait until it stopped. It would be easier for them to find you if you ran now because the streets will be empty because of the rain. And its not like you could go to a police station either. How will you explain to them that the no.1 hero had kidnapped you?

Sighing, you closed your eyes. You just have to vanish from their eyes until they give up on you, or at least find someone else to replace you.

Hawks was flying home when it had begun raining. Tutting, he flew back to the ground to walk his way home. It was dangerous to fly during the rain; his feathers would get heavy and weigh him down.

As he was walking, whistling to himself, he heard someone whimper in the alley to his left. He walked in the dark alley, bracing himself for any sudden movements. The little whimpers came from near the dumpster. The alley had no light, so he couldn't see much. He walked closer to the source of whimpers and he could make out a silhouette of a shivering girl, who was completely drenched. Her eyes were closed so she hadn't noticed Hawks yet.

He took a step closer. "Hey. You okay?" As soon Hawks voice reached her ears, she snapped her eyes open and backed away from him. Hawks backed up a bit, raising his hands in surrender. "Its okay. I'm a hero." He said, calmly.

Once she seemed recognise him, or at least realise he wasn't dangerous, she relaxed a bit. "What are you doing in the rain?"he asked. She paused for a bit, before replying in a tiny voice,"none of your business." Hawks smiled. "It kinda is. Now you can either tell me, or I can take you to the cops and you can tell them. What's it gonna be?"

Your breath hitched at his question. If he takes you to the cops, Enji will surely find you, and the punishment that will be waiting for you...you didn't even want to think about it. "I'm just...running." you mumbled, hoping he would leave you alone. "From who?" When you didn't reply, he sighed. "Okay. Can you tell me why you're running?"

You thought for a bit. Would he believe if you told him the truth? You knew he was close friends with Enji and you heard from Enji that he was very loyal to him, so you doubted that he would believe you if you told him the no. 1 hero had been holding you hostage for 7 months. But maybe he could help you. If you just tell him that someone's after you, then maybe he could drop you off somewhere safe?

Gulping, you answered. "I- I was kidnapped. And they've probably noticed that I'm missing now and- and I need to hide before they can find me. I can't, I can't go back there-" your voice broke down as you slowly started crying.

Hawks's eyes widened as he heard you confess. He hugged you, rubbing your back soothingly. "Shh, its okay. I'm here now. Tell me who it is." You shook your head no. "Don’t be afraid. I'll keep you safe. Just tell me who-" "No!"you cut him off, realising that you would be putting his life in danger if you told him the truth. The Todorokis have done it before, with your old family and friends; you have no doubt that they will do it again.

Hawks was taken aback by your outburst. Who were you so afraid of? Was it a crazy ex? Or a family member? Maybe you had gotten in trouble with the wrong crowd? Whoever it was, fear was evident in your voice. He had to help you.

"Okay. I'm sorry. How about we get out of the rain? Maybe to a cafe, where we can get a coffee to warm ourselves up?" He asked you again, trying to look at your face in the dark. You shook your head again, before speaking. "Could you- could you just get me out of this city? Or at least as far away from here as possible?"

Who were you so scared of that you wanted to leave the city? He could investigate that later, but first he needed to get you out of the rain. 

He nodded. "Alright. It should stop raining anytime now, so I can't fly you out right now. How about we walk to my apartment and warm ourselves and then, I could take you anywhere you want?"

This was the best you were going to get. You know you need to leave the city right now, but he was your only chance of leaving. So you agreed. Hawks smiled at that. "Can you walk?"he asked you. You nodded, but as soon as you took a step, you yelped in pain, almost falling down. Thankfully, Hakws was near to catch you. He laughed. Noticing your chattering teeth, he gave you his jacket. "You're going to catch a cold." Once you had worn his big, warm jacket, he lifted you up into his arms and started walking out of the alley and towards his home.

As he got out of the alley, the street lights finally illuminated your face.

You looked familiar, like he'd seen you before, but he can't seem to remember where he saw you. His eyes scanned your face. Your brows were furrowed in worry, and you kept looking over his shoulder. You looked scared, almost like a child. Looking down, he noticed your pink dress was completely ruined. He moved his gaze to your feet. They were bleeding, due to the stones, twigs and broken glass that had pierced them. Your legs had tiny burns, some had faded, others looked still fresh.

Were you being abused? Is that why you're running? He wanted to ask you these questions but he knew he had to wait for you to open up.

"Thank you."your tiny voice brought him back to reality. Hawks gave his famous heroic smile. "No problem." You gave a tiny smile of your own. It was kind. "Why do you keep looking back?"he asked you. Your eyes widened slightly, looking like a kid who got caught stealing cookies. "Are you worried about them taking you away again?"he asked, not really sure who he was referring to. You started tearing up again. Your lips wobbled as you slowly nodded your head. He stopped walking, causing you to look up to him. "Its okay. I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise." His voice held such sincerity, you started crying into his chest as you kept on thanking him.

Hawks meant every word. He's going to make sure nobody ever lays a finger on you. How could anyone harm such a sweet thing like you?

He rubbed your shoulder with one hand to calm you down. Once you had stopped crying, he spoke again. "Hey, look. It stopped raining." You looked up and he was right; the sky had cleared up. "Well, are you ready to fly?" You smiled slightly before nodding. He told you to hold on to him tightly, and you buried your face into his chest before he took off.

Once you guys were in the air, Hawks told you to open your eyes. You did and the view was breathtaking. Tall buildings and sky scrapers were all over the city, and tiny lights from cars and street lamps looked like stars. It looked like a scene from an anime. Really pretty.

"Wow."you finally said. Hawks chuckled at that. Your looked like you just saw Santa. So adorable.

"I'm glad you like it."he said, as he started flying towards his home. You smiled. "Hey! You never told me your name."he said, mocking fake surprise.

You giggled at that. "I'm Y/n."

And just like that, Hawks finally remembered where he had seen you.

A year ago Endeavour had asked him to find everything he can on this one particular girl. Hawks thought that maybe you were linked to some case, but your records were clean, so he thought that maybe Enji was just looking for someone for Shotou. Hawks thought it was weird when you suddenly disappeared from the public eye a month later. He tried to ask Enji about you but he would just brush him off, telling him he had mistook you for someone else. It was odd, but Hawks eventually let go of it.

Wait. Does that mean Enji had been hurting you? No, that can't be it. Enji had been working with him on a lot of missions abroad, and the burn marks on your legs were rather fresh. 

"Whats wrong?"your soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Hmm? Oh nothing. Why do you ask?"Hawks faked a smile. You stared at him. Something was off. "Nothing. Its just you were lost in your thoughts, I guess."

Hawks laughed at that. "You’re really observant, aren't you?" Deciding to test out his theory, he continued. "Well, you're right. I was thinking about a work colleague. You might've heard of him. Endeavour, hm?"

At the sound of his name, you stiffened, confirming his suspicion. You were connected to him somehow. Hawks didn't know how, but he was going to figure it out. "Um, y-yeah. He's the no.1 h- hero, right?"the fear in your voice had returned, although you were trying hard to hide it.

Hawks nodded. "Yeah!" He had to find out how you were linked to Enji. Suddenly, he turned around and started flying back where you guys had started.

"W-what are you doing? Why are we going back?"you asked him. He looked down at you and replied, "we need to get bandages for your wounds. Otherwise your feet will get infected." You nodded. "Oh. Okay." With that you closed your eyes to prevent them from drying against the wind.

After maybe half an hour or so, you opened your eyes to look where you guys were flying to. You looked down and to your horror, saw a familiar house coming up. You looked at Hawks and he seemed to know what you were thinking. "We're going down there."he nodded his head towards the Todoroki estate. Your eyes grew wide, and your body started trembling. "No! No! We- we can't! We can't go there!" You started shaking your head. "And why not?"Hawks stopped flying towards the estate, simply flapping his wings to remain in the air. You just shook your head. "We can't. I can't. Just drop me off somewhere else. I'll be fine on my own." Hawks wanted to know the real reason. He frowned. "Tell me the truth right now or I'll take you down there this instant."

You gulped, his eyes were showing that he wasn't bluffing. Your eyes started to glisten with unshed tears as you finally told him the truth. You told him everything; about how Enji had kidnapped you, how he got rid of your real family, how he and Rei had tried to keep you a secret from everyone, how their kids found out about you but instead of helping you out, became attached to you just like their parents, about how the famous villian Dabi was Enji's son and how he would sometimes burn you. By the time you were done, tears were flowing down your cheeks as Hawks tried to process what you had just confessed to him.

"Do you trust me?"he suddenly asked you. You looked at him confused. "What?" He repeated again. "Do you trust me?" Did you? Honestly, not that much, but he was the only one who was going to help you so you slowly nodded. "Yes?" Not really sure of it yourself but Hawks accepted the answer anyways. "Good." As soon as he said that, he started flying again, towards the house. You started thrashing in his arms again. "No! You said you wouldn't take me back here! You said you wouldn't!"you were full on sobbing against him, trying to wring yourself free from his vice grip, but Hawks was neither listening nor relenting his tight hold on you.

You looked down and that's when you saw them. Enji, Rei, all of them, were standing in the garden looking at you and Hawks. Even Dabi was there. Rei must've panicked and called everyone. And from the look on his- everyone's face, you could tell you were in deep trouble.

You thrashed in Hawks arms, begging him to fly away, but he didn't listen to you at all.

Once you reached the ground, you didn't pull your head out of Hawk's chest. You don't want to see their rage or the punishments they have planned for you.

"Hey, Endeavour!" Hawks broke the silence first. "Mrs Todoroki. Kids." He nodded towards them. "Hawks. Who do you have there?"Enji asked, pretending as if he doesn't know you. Hawks laughed. "You don't have to pretend! I know everything." At this, Dabi activated his quirk, ready to cremate him but was stopped by Shotou.

Thinking that this was some sort of blackmail, Enji asked, "What do you want? Money?"

Hawks smirked. "Nope! Look, I know you kidnapped her and all but you are providing her a good life, right?" He paused to look at them. Everyone nodded. He continued. "And you're just keeping her home to protect her from harm?" Again, everyone nodded. "But she still managed to escape you all even though she's quirkless and you all are not."

"Get to the fucking point."Dabi said impatiently.

Hawks sighed. "Clearly, you need all the help you can get. You need me. I can help you help her keep safe and healthy!" He paused, before his eyes lit up. "I can't have my goddaughter getting hurt again." Everyone looked at him weirdly. Goddaughter?

"How about you hand her over and you'll still be able to fly." Dabi threatened, blue flames engulfing his hands. Hawks laughed again. He was right. It wasn't Enji who giving you those nasty burns, it was Dabi. "If something happens to me, I have enough evidence gathered against you" he pointed to Dabi, "and then cops will get involved and maybe take away Y/n away."

The threat of someone taking you away from them, made their heart drop. Rei, who had been previously sobbing, put a hand on Dabi's shoulder, telling him to calm down.

Hawks grinned at Enji, raising his eyebrows. "So what will it be, Endeavour?"

Enji understood the ultimatum Hawks was giving him. Either let him in the family or risk losing you to the authorities. And he knew Hawks wasn't one to make empty threats.

Enji's eyes snapped to you. You were trying to bury yourself into Hawks chest, trying to hide from them. He wasn't that mad at you for running, more worried if anything. Had his family really spooked you that much? He'll have to worry about that later. First he needs to get you back into his and Rei's arms.

Enji sighed, before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it your way."

Hawks beamed at that. "Great!" He was glad that Enji had accepted. "Now, you need to take Y/n in before she catches a cold; although I'm certain she already has. Oh and tend to her bloody feet too! Poor thing was just running around barefoot." He chuckled. Shotou moved forward to take you from Hawks but you clung tightly to Hawks shoulders.

"Please. Please. Just take me out of here. Please." You whispered to him, fresh tears pricking your eyes now.

You looked so scared. Your eyes were saucer wide, nose red from cold and cheeks flush. Fear. That was were you emitting. But the longer he looked at your face, he found something else too. Hope. Innocence. Naivety. And while fear was the predominant emotion, the latter were the ones that he wanted to protect. "Hawks." Enji's voice broke him out from his trance. Hawks smiled. Addressing you, he started rubbing soothing circles to your back. "Hey. Hey. Its okay, princess." You kept on crying, your eyes begging him to whisk you away anywhere but here. You looked so much like him when he was little. So afraid. "Listen, do you remember what I promised you?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You're so endearing. "I promised you that I'll never let anyone hurt you again, didn't I?" You nodded slowly. "I intent on keep that promise, dove. Infact I'll talk to your dad tonight! But you need to go in and take warm bath. I don't want you getting sick, okay?"

You had seemed to calm down as you slowly nodded and let him hand you over to Shotou, who quickly ushered you in, with Natsuo, Rei and Fuyumi quickly following behind, leaving Hawks with Dabi and Enji.

"Lets go to your office, Endeavour! I have to go over some details as Y/n's new godfather." Enji nodded and went inside to go to his home office. Hawks was about to follow but was stopped by Dabi. "What game are you playing, you freak?" 

Hawks chuckled, before swiftly pulling out a very sharp feather and pressing it against Dabi's jugular. "I'm just here to make sure that no one hurts Y/n again. And if I see another scorch mark on her, I'll find you and carve your skin into ribbons."

I will be accepting requests and asks for godfather hawks and Todoroki clan!

Oh and don't worry, I'm working on part 2 of rei hurting the reader. It'll be done soon! :)

[24hlevi]

BESTIE THE PARTING FIC WAS *CHEF'S KISS*

....can i request how sang-woo would now react to the guy who lost his wife since sang-woo k-worded his significant other as well?

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH <333

also this is so short i’m sorry 😭

Sangwoo’s Reaction After Killing You In The Marble Game

As Sangwoo walked back into the room where everyone else who won were, he had a blank expression on his face as he walked. Gihun had looked over and his eyes widened when he saw only Sangwoo return so he ran up to the other male.

“Sangwoo? Where’s Y/n?”

“Gone.” Sangwoo answered shortly, continuing to walk until he made it back to the rest of the group and sat down on the stairs.

“What? Are you telling me that they’re dead?” Gihun asked as he continued to follow the other man.

“Yes.” Sangwoo replied with no change in his facial expression.

Sangwoo didn’t show it, but all he felt was guilt and regret for what he had just done to you. He never thought that he would go through with it, but he surprised himself with doing it anyways because he didn’t want to die. He couldn’t die. He had to pay back his debt to everyone he owed, he had to make sure his mother’s shop was still going well despite him putting it all on the line. He looked around at everyone else, seeing that they all had the same looks on their faces after what had happened to everyone of them before he looked down at his hands, the hands that were now coated with your blood even if he wasn’t next to you when the gunshot rang. He hated himself at the moment, for what he had done to you and for what he was going to do in the future if it meant that he would win. He knew how fucked up it was, but he couldn’t help it. He had to win.

After the round had ended, Sangwoo didn’t sleep at all that night, too many thoughts running around his head that he couldn’t even get a blink of sleep if he tried when he heard someone get up and start moving. He sat up and looked around before his eyes stopped when he saw the man who was partnered with his wife go up onto the highest bed with the blanket in his hands, tied as if it were some sort of rope. Sangwoo continued to watch until the man wrapped the blanket around his neck and had killed himself by hanging himself. Sangwoo then looked away, beginning to feel even more guilt and regret after seeing the man kill himself because he ended up killing his wife and Sangwoo’s grip on the blankets on his bed tightened so much that his knuckles were turning white.

The male looked around to see if anyone near him was awake before tears slipped out from Sangwoo’s eyes, not being able to hold them back anymore as he held his hand over his mouth in case any noises came out that would wake anyone else. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I promise I’ll see you again. I promise.” He whispered to himself quietly as he cried.

Sangwoo would never let anyone else see him cry, which is why he only did it at night even when it was the night before the last game was supposed to happen. So that no one could see his weakness and take advantage of him at any moment. Especially when there was only a few games left now, when he was so close to the finish line that he could practically see it right in front of him, he just had to reach for it and he would win.

Which is why he didn’t hesitate to kill anyone else who was in his way. Because he had to see you again, even if that meant killing his closest friends just so he could win and there would maybe be a possibility of you being alive. Because the only one for him was you. And he fucked it up. So Sangwoo was going to try his best to get out of this hell for you, so that he could end up having more than enough money to buy you a grave if you were dead or find you wherever you were if you were alive.

Because Sangwoo loved you, even if he showed it the wrong ways. Even if he fucked it up in the end. He still loved you.

[comfortwriting]

Tied To Me - F.W

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Fred Weasley x Fem Reader 

Prompt 102: Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged… and you were loving it.

Prompt 104: “Oh would you look at that” he laughed lightly “I can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.”

Prompt 105: His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.

Prompt 106: “Be careful” he warned you, fucking you faster “you know how bad I want to knock you up.”

About/Requested:  Fred and Y/N go out for a meal, Fred bumps into some investors who helped him out with his shop a few months back - the investors flirt with you and tell Fred you’re out of his league, when you get home - you’re in for the night of your life.

Warnings: 18+, smut, mention of food and eating, dirty talk/vulgar language, swearing, breeding kink, unprotected sex, belly bulging, oral (male receiving). 

"I can't believe I have never been here before, I can't believe I can actually afford this now!" Fred smiled widely, pride sparkling in his eyes.

He held your hand over the table in the warm and dimly lit muggle restaurant that played classical music during your stay. You smiled back at him and took a sip from your glass, swallowing the non-alcoholic cocktail.

"I'm so proud of you, Freddie." you stared into his prideful eyes and blushed as the waiter came over to take your orders, collecting your menus and walking off to communicate with the chefs.

"I couldn't have done it without you, love." Fred smiled, tracing circles into your palm "I'm really looking forward to our future, Y/N."

Your fancy, well presented, and mouth-watering dishes arrived, the two of you feeling slightly out of place surrounded by Rich families with perfect table etiquette and high class, a women sat across the room, playing with her pearl necklaces that rested upon her upper chest whilst her partner poured wine into his glass, the bottle costing more money than you had earned this month.

You and Fred ate your meals, discussing future plans, the taste of the food and how treats like these were more meaningful - although Fred insisted that you deserved more experiences like these and that he would make sure you experienced them more often now that his shop had become a huge success.

Drinking the last of your non-alcoholic cocktail, savouring the gorgeous taste of the raspberries, Fred asked for the bill which arrived just as fast as your drinks, he went bright red in the face realising he didn't completely understand muggle currency.

"Uh.." Fred couldn't look you in the eye, his embarrassment spreading across the room as other guests turned around to stare at him "Just give me one second."

Two tall men in suits were in the corner of the restaurant near the entrance door, talking to one another and pointing at your boyfriend when they spotted the back of his head.

"Fred-"

The two men walked through the restaurant, getting closer and closer to your table.

"I'm trying my best, Y/N," Fred stressed, staring at the change and pound notes in his wallet.

"Freddie, turn around!" You whispered, slightly worried and concerned for Fred's safety, the men looking rather intimidating in their suits, their hair slicked back with gel.

The taller man tapped on Fred's shoulder and spoke out in surprise, sounding rather surprised "Mr Weasley?!"

Fred turned around and burst into a cheeky grin, getting out of his seat and shaking their hands, getting stuck into an immediate conversation, you sat back in your chair and watched, slowly taking Fred's wallet, counting out the muggle money for him that he needed to hand to the waiter who stood behind the bar, cleaning glasses and speaking to other members of staff.

"Fancy seeing you here in a place like this!" the shorter man spoke out.

The taller man leant to the side, peering over at you whilst you counted the notes and getting the exact change of coins into the palm of your hand.

"Who is this stunning young woman?" he asked, walking over to you.

You stared up at the man who stared at you, not even two metres away from you.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N." Fred smiled shyly, the shorter man next to him telling him how beautiful you are and how good you look tonight in your short and black, silk dress and red high heels that matched your lipstick.

"I'm Evan" The taller man outstretched his hand "It's a pleasure to meet you."

You went to grasp his hand to shake, Evan kissing you on the hand, instantly making Fred tick inside. The shorter bloke walked over and greeted you in the same way "and I'm Peter." he smiled, also kissing your hand.

Evan looked down at the notes and coins in your free hand, his mouth almost dropping to the floor "Oh Fred, you aren't making your girlfriend pay are you?"

Fred opened his mouth to speak but got cut off by his friend "It's on me, darling" he grinned pulling out a stack of notes, calling the waiter over "I'm paying for this lovely young ladies meal tonight, and her boyfriends."

The waiter accepted the cash and handed you and Fred tiny little mints for you to chew on as you left, Evan and Peter continuing to compliment you and stress how much you were out of Fred's league.

"Bloody hell! How did he manage to land you?"

"You've been dating for how long and he's not put a ring on your finger?"

"If you were my wife you'd be swept off your feet with children to look after!"

Fred wanted to rip their heads off, swing for them, demand that they clear off and never speak to either of you again - but no matter how infuriated and jealous he felt, he couldn't bring himself to do it; after all, Evan and Peter were the ones who invested in his business, to begin with.

Fred cleared his throat "I think it's time we were off, sweetheart" he pointed to the door with his thumb "got an early day tomorrow."

You nodded and put on your coat, pushing your chair in, Evan and Peter pulling you in for a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek, encouraging you and Fred to meet them for a drink in Diagon Alley when you were available.

"Thank you again, Evan, for paying-"

"Don't mention it, Y/N! My treat!" he smiled, waving at you and your boyfriend.

"My Treat"

This pissed Fred off big time, this was supposed to be his night, treating you - not his investor swooping in and making him look like a right fool for not understanding muggle currency.

Fred grabbed hold of your hand and stormed out of the restaurant, both of you apparating home, the spinning and speed making you feel queasy and rather dizzy as you landed in your living room, falling on your sofa, the spinning slowing down and the three Fred's blending back into the one you loved.

Fred shook his head, an annoyed expression plastered across his face, he didn’t say a word and walked into the bathroom, getting himself ready for bed - Evan and Peter’s voices echoing in his mind, repeating everything they said.

“You’re too bloody good for him!”

“You’d be silly to stick around any longer without a ring on your finger.”

“I bet you’ll make a brilliant mother!”

“You’re punching, Fred, how did you manage to land her?”

“If I were you I’d propose already - before someone else snatches her.”

You walked into the large bathroom quietly, coming up behind Fred, wrapping your arms around him, resting your face against his back.

“Please talk to me,” you said softly “I don’t like it when you get in a mood and ignore me.”

Fred grumbled and unbuttoned his shirt, you pulled away and stood by his side, pulling on his arm.

“Please, Fred.”

Fred sighed and turned to look at you, shrugging off his shirt down his arms, catching it in one hand and placing it over the edge of the bath.

“I’m embarrassed, Y/N, I’m irritated, I’m pissed off.”

You nodded and stared at Fred’s chest, your eyes taking in every inch of his beautiful skin and perfect body shape.

“You shouldn’t be, Muggle money isn’t the easiest to work out - and Evan helped out anyway which was really sweet-”

“If you like him that much you should’ve gone home with him instead of me then.” He snapped, pulling his arm out of your hand and walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

You sighed and followed him, hearing the clunk of his belt hitting the floor and the zipper on his trousers being pulled down.

“Fred, I don’t understand why you’re in such a grump, you don’t need to be embarrassed, shit happens-”

“I’ve had to listen to two of my investors catch you up all night, hearing them express how much they want you, want to fuck you and get you pregnant, saying that I’m not good enough for you, how am I supposed to feel!?”

You didn’t answer, you didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t know what to think, Fred stared at you and became even more ticked off, he scoffed and pulled off his trousers, throwing them across the room, missing the laundry basket.

“I see how it is” he spoke out “You loved it, didn’t you? You loved another man treating you with his money that he has more of than he knows what to do with.”

You rolled your eyes “Oh don’t be stupid Fred! I’m not with you for your money, you know that!” you argued, pulling off your high heels and storming over to your wardrobe, placing your shoes inside at the bottom.

Fred ignored you, making you just as pissed off as he was, you could feel the tiny devil sitting down on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, encouraging you to tick Fred off on purpose, the angel on your other shoulder begging you not to do it.

But you did it anyway, and Fred couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“You know what” you spoke up, your attitude popping out a little bit “you’re right, I should have gone home with him instead of you!”

Fred’s eyes widened, he grits his teeth and storms over towards you in his boxers, grabbing you by the waist, forcing you to look at him. You swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes, instantly regretting what you said, but also feeling your crotch flutter slightly as his hot breath beamed down on you.

“Is that what you want?” he glared “another man fucking you?”

Fred’s hand snaked to your back, his fingers gripping on the zip on the back of your dress, studying your face before he tugged it down.

“I never said that-”

“But you were implying it, weren’t you?”

“Freddie-”

Fred knew what he was going to do to you, and you knew it too, you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought and at Fred’s touch - his cock hardening in his boxers, poking out like the top of a tent.

Your dress dropped to the floor, Fred grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him, as you kicked the dress across from you across the room, his lips smashed against yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling his tongue drag against your lips, you opened your mouth and allowed him to explore you with his tongue.

You reached down and started to caress Fred’s hard cock through his boxers, Fred groaned against your lips and with his free hand, grabbed yours and pushed it under his boxers, encouraging you to wank him off - which made your crotch flutter, even more, your wetness creating a tiny puddle in your knickers.

Taking Fred’s large length in your hand, you pumped his cock gently and softly, the two of you still exploring each other's mouths until Fred became impatient, wanting to feel your lips around his cock already.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his full of lust and hunger “get on your knees” he ordered, pulling down his boxers as you gripped the base of his length.

“Go on, suck my cock, love.”

You smirked at him and nodded, licking up and down his shaft teasingly before taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before sucking on it gently, Fred’s moans filling the room, your knickers getting even more soaked.

“Fuck, Y/N, that feels so good.”

You pushed yourself and took more of Fred’s length - almost all of it - into your mouth, the head of his cock sliding down your throat, causing you to gag as his hands held onto your head, holding you in place and trying to push you down, causing you to gag and produce more saliva - you looked up at him with your wide and watery eyes.

“That’s it, choke on my cock that’s sliding down your throat.”

Fred continued to moan out, watching you, staring you down whilst you bobbed your head, sucking on his big cock and pumping it with your hand at the same time, sending your boyfriend close to the edge numerous times before he finally pulled you off him, lifting you from his saliva coated cock by gripping onto your hair with his hand.

You gasped for air, swallowing down the pooled saliva in your mouth, wiping your lips as Fred grabbed you by the waist, kissing you again, tasting himself on your lips as his hand stroked your pussy through your knickers.

“So wet for me, aren’t you?” he smirked, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric, his finger hooking the waistband of your knickers, slowly pulling them down.

“Fred” you breathed “I didn’t mean what I said, you don’t have to prove yourself to me-”

“I don’t care” Fred growled, rubbing your clit with his finger, walking backwards and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you with him “sit down and fuck me.”

You climbed on top of Fred, your legs spread, slowly lowering yourself down on his saliva coated cock, helping you sit down as he slid inside of you, his cock piercing into you, his length exploring you deeply, reaching your tummy.

Your legs rested at his sides, you needed a moment to adjust to his size and then you began to slowly buck your hips, riding him, also circling your hips which Fred gripped on to keep you grounded, you gasped out loud and moan feeling his cock brush against your G-Spot.

Your fingers got tangled in Fred’s messy hair, continuing to buck your hips and bounce up and down, your breasts bouncing, you leaned back and moaned out loud, the constant brushing of Fred’s cock against your g-spot was sending you over the edge, getting you closer to orgasm.

“Freddie” you moaned out through panting, your voice high pitched “oh Freddie!”

Fred looked up at you with a smirk on his face, you moaning his name - not Evan’s or Peter’s made him feel really fucking good, he couldn’t get enough of rubbing what he had in other peoples faces - even if he was thinking about it and not fucking you in front of them, or living next door to them and fucking you so hard they had to hear your moans like he wanted, but he could imagine it, and that was the nest best thing.

Fred quickly stood up, holding you so you didn’t fall, your legs now wrapped around him, still inside you, as he turned around and placed you on the bed, your back laying against his soft sheets. Lifting up your legs, Fred placed them over his shoulders, his cock sliding even deeper inside of your, causing your mouth to open and a desperate moan to slip from your lips, Fred biting his lip at the sight of you.

“Oh would you look at that” he laughed lightly “I can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.”

Looking down you could see the outline of Fred’s length poke through your stomach, you could feel yourself getting excited over him filling you up, your walls tightening around him ever so slightly.

“You’re so deep inside me” you whimpered, watching him start to slam in you, your moans becoming more frequent and louder.

Fred held onto your waist, his eyes bouncing across your body, focusing on your eyes, your lips, your rising and falling chest, your bulging tummy, your clit, your breasts, the sight of him fucking you - he didn’t know which detail to focus on because the whole picture was perfect.

Slamming into your wet pussy deeper and faster, the slamming filling the room with your moans and his groans, you lolled your head back and moaned out, gripping your breasts with one hand, spitting in the other so you could play with your clit, lifting your head back up and locking eye contact with Fred.

Your fingers stroking your clit, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling Fred’s cock twitch inside of you.

“Be careful” he warned you, fucking you faster “you know how bad I want to knock you up.”

Those very words were enough for you when combined with the fast, deep, and hard thrusting.

Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged… and you were loving it.

“Maybe you should” you teased through more panting, causing Fred to twitch again, your legs couldn’t keep still upon his shoulders, your orgasm expanding and spreading throughout your body “that way you’ll be tied to me forever.”

Fred could feel himself getting closer to the end of the race “Tied to you...” he breathed “fuck!”

As much as he wanted to plant his seed inside of you, he knew he couldn’t, not yet - he needed to put a ring on your finger first, so instead of cumming deep inside your pussy, he reached for the next best thing.

“I’m going to cum!” he panted, quickly pulling out, his hard, red, juice coated, twitching cock gripped in his hand.

You lifted your legs off his shoulders and bent them, propping yourself up on the bed, laying on your tummy, your elbows lifting you up so you could welcome Fred’s length back into your mouth, tasting your own juices.

Your lips wrapped around his cock, you sucked as you did before, bobbing your head up and down with your hand gliding up and down in sync with the rhythm, Fred watched you eagerly and couldn’t hold back.

You pushed his cock deeper in your mouth, so close to swallowing him whole as his head hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m - I’m cumming!”

His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.

Fred slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, he stumbled backwards, slightly dizzy and then sat down on the bed slowly, swinging his legs over so he could lie down comfortably in bliss, embracing his orgasm.

You wiped your lips and climbed into Fred’s arms, the two of you lying in silence, catching your breaths and cooling down.

“I’m tied to you, Fred.” you muttered “always have been, always will be, I only want you,” you reassured him.

Fred wrapped his arm around you “I’m tied to you too, my love” he muttered softly, kissing your head.

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Cinnamon Rolls

Note: Hi, Hope yall enjoy the fic, I might post a nsfw alternate version of this... Who knows

Warnings: Fluff & Cursing

Thirst thought: Okay Bakugou kneading bread like damn...Like you'll see his muscles bulge and like the fingers on the dough. He'd be aggressive but I can't stop thinking about it😃🤤

Word Count: 980 words

Additional Info: Anyways this isn't beta read or proofread so sorry?

(Y/n) - Your Name

(F/d) - Favourite Drink

You walked the cold morning streets of the city. The feeling of the warm coat and boots, was comforting. You breathed on to your hands as you continue to walked the streets. “(Y/n), come on! We need to go or we’ll be late for the meeting” Kei called out to you as she dragged you towards the company doors. “Alright, Kei calm down… I need something to drink first of all” You smiled tiredly as you both walked to the entrance. You and Kei timed in the company as you sat your cubicle. “(Y/n), I’m going to get us some coffee and (f/d), want some?” You sigh as you looked at Kei. “You know I can’t say no to that! Plus, can you get me some pastries while you’re getting some drinks?” Kei smiles as she nods. A few minutes have passed by, you continued to do your tasks on your desk. “Hey! I’m back! Come on let’s go to the lunchroom.” You sighed as you left the cubicle and sat at the lunchroom table. “Mm… It’s so cold today; makes me want to sleep all day” You took a sip of your (f/d) as you sighed “If you slept all day then where would you get the money for your rent, food, and for your everyday spending” Kei pouted at you “Fuck you, give me back that drink…” You smiled as you drank it all. “No can do, I finished it all up.” Kei sighs as you took a bite of the cinnamon rolls, she gave you. “You like that? I bought it from the new bakery near the company” You smiled as you tasted the cinnamon roll’s frosting. “Yeah, I really liked it… It isn’t too sweet nor is it too bland; It’s just right.” Kei smiles as you continued to enjoy the cinnamon roll.

It was already time to go, you packed your things in your bag. Kei already left early since she needed to do her errands. You walked through the streets as it began to become colder. The sweet smell of cinnamon wafted along. You followed the sweet scent to a small bakery. The bakery had a warm and cozy atmosphere, it had a small sign ‘BB Bakugou’s Bakery’. The bakery had an array of different pastries, cakes and drinks. You walked towards the counter as you took a look at the menu. “What do you want?” You looked at the cashier. He had spikey blonde hair, red piercing eyes, a very muscular build and a name tag saying ‘Bakugou’. “Umm… I want (f/d) and 2 cinnamon rolls” you smiled as he handed you a number and paid for your meal. You sighed in content as you sat by the table taking out your book to read. “Here ya go” he puts your table. “Thank you” you smiled as you drank your drink and took a bite of your cinnamon roll. “How is it?” Bakugou asked, you smiled as you swallowed your food. “It’s really yummy… It isn’t as dry or too moist like other cinnamon rolls. It isn’t too sweet like others too! It’s just right! Can you give the compliments to the chef? I really like his cinnamon rolls” Bakugou smirks as you stared at him. “Thanks cutie” He swiped a bit of frosting from your cheeks as he licked it. “Come again tomorrow, I want to see you again, oh by the way, the name’s Bakugou Katsuki you better remember it… Cinnamon roll” You flushed beet red as you continued to eat the cinnamon roll. Days turns to weeks and weeks turn to 5 months. It was like clockwork within the week you go back to Bakugou’s to hang out with him. Whenever he has rush hours you’ll read with your drink and daily cinnamon roll. If he, doesn’t you both get to talk about different recipes, how your day went and everything and anything. If you were honest, you knew that if this continued, you’ll be falling hard for the hot-headed blonde. You sighed as you thanked the cashier in another pastry shop. You bought your own cinnamon rolls and packed it in your bag. ‘Why did I buy cinnamon rolls? Why not…’ You thought sarcastically as you walked to Bakugou’s Bakery. “Hey, Bakugou… Any customers?” Bakugou smirked as he saw you. “Nah, I’m just chilling since it’s just Wednesday” You hummed as you sat in your spot near the window. “What the fuck is that…” He glared at you took out the cinnamon roll from you bag. “Cinnamon rolls? I wanted to try some of the other pastry shop down the street” You sipped your (f/d) as you took out you book to read. “Why the fuck did you buy from another bakery” He grumbled as you sighed. “Why are you so angry?” You asked as you closed your book and placed it on the table in front of you. “Because…” Bakugou trailed off as you looked at him bewildered. “Because what Bakugou?” Bakugou pulled you towards the kitchen. “Bakugou?” You asked worried. He pinned you to the wall, as you blushed pink. “Dumbass… making me say all this, I love you (Y/n)” He kissed your forehead. “I loved the way you laugh, the way you smile and even when we talk and do shit my heart fucking beats so fast” He sighs as he looked you in the eyes “And whenever, you taste or eat my cinnamon rolls It…Fuck It makes me so godamn happy. That’s why I called you cinnamon roll, you’re sweet” You smiled as he blushed red. “Can I kiss you?” He asked as you put your hands behind his neck. Bakugou kissed you passionately as you smiled.

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hoe hoe hoe - part one

Warnings: dark!Steve, student/teacher relationship

Word count: 2.2k

Pairings: Professor!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Your dad's best friend isn't exactly who you thought he'd be.

chris evans masterlist

Walking in the front door, the smell of eggnog, and pine hit your nose, mixing in with the warmth of the newly cooked food in the kitchen. Looking around the house, you registered how much decorating you had left your father to do, pondering whether or not he strained his back putting up the Christmas tree. You'd have to make it up to him somehow.

"Dad! I'm home." you yelled out, stepping out of your shoes. Even with the amount of work he had done, he still had the time to shovel the driveway despite the heavy amount of snow that had precipitated last night. The mixed-breed boxer pawed his way to you, the dog panting as he snuggled himself against your leg. "Hey, cutie."

Your father stuck his head from the kitchen, motioning for you to come into the room. "In the kitchen. I was getting worried that you got stuck in traffic. It's an absolute nightmare coming into the city from 122 right now."

Entering the kitchen with Dodger, you went to hug your dad, your arms wrapping around his waist. The man chuckled, giving your cold body a hug back before kissing your forehead. You sighed, pulling away, looking around the kitchen to see the dining room covered with food. "Traffic was a bitch, but I managed to get out of it. Although, I may have made a couple of people mad, but you gotta do what you have to do, right?"

"You got that right, pumpkin." he replied. For someone with a 20 year old daughter, the man was young, having you with his high school sweetheart at 19. He gestured at the food. "You hungry? I made all of this and I'm not sure that everyone at the party will eat all of this."

"Jesus, Dad, were you drunk when you made all of this? This is enough to feed the whole country." you commented, walking up to the table to grab a mini quiche off the plate. Your tongue swirled around the food, relishing the flavor. It was a gift having your father as a successful chef.

"I may have went overboard with the cooking, but I got excited." he explained, chuckling. Pouring some eggnog in a mug, he offered it to you, taking a sip of his own before announcing his news. "An old friend of mine is coming for the party. My best friend in college. He's in town for the holidays, and he'll be staying with us for a few. That okay?"

You nodded, washing the remaining quiche in the eggnog, swallowing it down. "Yeah, that's fine. Who's this friend of yours? Have I met him before?"

"You used to call him Uncle Steve, but he left for Brooklyn when you were four. I doubt you'd remember him but he gave you that necklace last year when he couldn't make it. He's a professor in Brooklyn now, but he wanted to come to Boston, spend the holidays with us."

"Wait, he gave me this necklace?" you asked, holding up the golden angel wings between your fingers. Your dad nodded, untying the knot on his apron. "Oh, wow. Hey, I officially get to thank him for it."

You dad agreed, nodding again as he popped a mint in his mouth, his teeth grinding down on it. "Yes, you will. He'll appreciate seeing you again. He's been talking about seeing his favorite girl—shit."

"Something wrong?"

"I forgot to pick up the ham today. I've been so busy making everything for today that I completely forgot about the main course for tomorrow." said your father, rubbing the bridge of his nose, mentally slapping himself. He sighed. "Can you take the pie out of the oven when it's ready? I have to run to the store really quick and get the ham."

Shaking your head, you stopped him, pushing his clearly exhausted body into the nearest chair, shaking a finger at him when he tried to stand back up. "No, no, no. You're tired and you need to rest. I'll get the ham, and anything else you need. Text me a list."

"Pumpkin, you don't have to do that. You just got home—" he was cut off by your insistent expression, the man relenting. "Okay, fine. Go to the Costco, they have a better selection there. And drive safe, it's supposed to be snowing tonight but with Massachusetts weather, you never know if it'll start early."

"Gotcha. I'll be back soon. In the meantime, you sit, rest, and text me a list of things I need." you said, grabbing the keys from the table. The cold air hit your face, your cheeks stinging from the impact. You winced, wishing home was somewhere warmer.

The drive to Costco was nostalgic, the familiar buildings and roads bringing back memories so deep you forgot they existed. The little ice cream place reminded you of your first kiss with your first grade boyfriend. You had immediately broken up with him the next day, claiming it was the way he walked when he asked if it was his sloppy peck on the lips. You had lied through your teeth.

Slosh was fun, it made it that much gross to walk through the barely shoveled parking lot, nearly slipping as you reached the entrance. One of the employees by the door handed you a cart, giving you a curt smile before returning to his spot.

Pushing the cart down the aisles, you immediately head to the grocery area, getting a text from your dad of all the food to get. With how short the list was, the cart had been unnecessary, but you decided to get all the last minute Christmas shopping out of the way, grabbing a Christmas card to match the present you had gotten for your father.

You had just bent over, reaching for the ham when you heard your name called, the familiar voice making you look up. A few feet behind you stood your history professor, a surprised smile on his face as he took you in. You returned the smile, stunned by the sight of you professor. "Professor Rogers? Hey, what're you doing here?"

The blond raised an eyebrow, his piercing blue eyes flickering to the necklace visible. He smirked inside, his heart warming at the thought. "I'm in the city for the holidays. I'm staying with a friend, catch up with them. What about you? Any exciting plans for Christmas?"

"Just spending it with my dad." you replied, reaching behind you to randomly grab a ham, not looking at the brand, and dropped it in the cart. "To be honest, I didn't think you could even leave Brooklyn. I mean, you practically worship the city, it's a surprise seeing you outside of it."

Professor Rogers laughed, his laughter was what you imagined angels to sound like. To say you had a tiny crush on the hot professor was understandable, although, so did everyone who had eyes. The professor leaned against the freezer, his eyes never breaking from yours. "Brooklyn's nice but it's nice to get out once in a while. That's a beautiful necklace you have there."

"Thanks, I got it from my dad's friend." you said, blushing slightly at the compliment. Taking a quick look at your phone, you noted you had everything your dad had asked for. Glancing back up at the Professor Rogers, you noticed how close he was, barely a few feet away. You gave him a smile. "It was nice seeing you, Professor. I'll see you in class."

Before you could move your cart, the professor placed a hand on it, motioning for you to pause. The blond scratched the back of his head, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Do you need help with anything? I can help you load this in your car, if you want."

"I didn't realize you worked at Costco, Professor." you teased, earning the cutest blush from the blond. Giggling, you shook your head, enjoying his company a lot more than it was allowed. "Don't worry, it's fine. It's not a lot, and I wouldn't want to bother—"

"You're not." he interrupted, sheepishly staring at the floor. The professor made himself look up, smirking when he realized you were blushing. "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to. Humor me?"

Call it stupidity or side effects of Steve Rogers' presence, but you wanted to spend more time with him, no matter how domestic the chore. Your smile widened, if possible, and you nodded. "Alright, if you insist. I've gotten everything I need, so I can tag along with you."

"All I really needed was some coffee," Professor Rogers held up the little plastic container filled with coffee grounds. Your thoughts immediately went to his hands wrapped around the cylinder, mentally slapping yourself for finding the simple action hot. "I'm ready to go if you are."

"Oh, okay. Let's go then."

The wall from the grocery area to the checkout was rather fun, the professor making you blush too many times to count, the smile on either of your faces never leaving. It wasn't a secret how many people fought to be in his class, guys included, mostly trying to "bond" with the professor only to get turned down every time someone had the balls to ask him. But it never stopped anyone from trying. It was almost pathetic, but very amusing in a sadistic way.

Professor Rogers held your grocery bags in his hands, effortlessly carrying them while you tried to take them back, feeling bad for having your professor help you out. The man would wave away your pleas, and you gave up as soon as you neared your car, unlocking the doors, and opened the trunk, Professor Rogers unloading all the bags inside. You bit back a smile, admiring the view, jealously wondering who would be lucky enough to end up as his wife.

He closed up the trunk once he was done, shifting his weight between his feet. "So, are you staying in Boston for the whole break or...?"

"Yup. I haven't spent much time with my dad since summer, and I've been guilted to stay in the cold since he's too stubborn to go somewhere warmer." you answered, playfully rolling your eyes. Professor Rogers walked you to the driver's side while you played with your keys, not wanting to say goodbye to him already. "What about you?"

"Me, too." said the professor, tucking his hands in his winter coat. He sighed, the smile dropping. "It was really nice to see you. I'll see you soon, sweetheart."

You nearly swooned at the nickname, cursing your heart for being so easily affected. "You, too, Professor. Happy Holidays and all that."

He laughed, walking off with a wave, the smile that had fallen now impended on his face as he walked back to his car. Steve turned around to see you get in yours, unsubtly staring at your ass. He sighed once again, a wave of sadness washing over him, the feeling he got every time he had to say goodbye to you. It would only be a couple of minutes, but it didn't make him hate it any less.

You drove off after a few seconds of getting your shit together; seeing your unbearable hot professor made you feel like a disgusting head-over-heels in love teenager. Or in other words, it made you the same as those desperate girls back on campus. You scoffed at the thought, starting your car. Hopefully, you'd see him again before class starts, but you highly doubt it.

Snow was falling, the little flurries making it harder to see through the windshield, only to stop suddenly when you reached your house. You grabbed the groceries from the trunk, easily carrying it into the house, so focused on not slipping that you hadn't noticed a very familiar car in the driveway.

Opening the door with ease, you entered the house, almost getting knocked out by the eager dog, jumping up on you. Laughing, you placed all the bags in one arm, reaching down with your free one to pet Dodger. The dog panted happily, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as it dismounted it's paws off your legs. The house had gotten awfully warm, even for you, and you immediately set the bags down to take off your coat. You hadn't noticed the shoes besides the door.

"Dad, I'm back." you announced, picking up the bags and headed to the kitchen, your gaze on the floor, careful not to slip.

Your father clapped Steve's back, the broad blond's presence gone unnoticed by you while you dropped the bags on the kitchen island. Your dad smiled. "Thanks, pumpkin. Honey, this is Steve, my buddy from college."

You turned around, facing them, a grin on your face, only to drop slightly when you saw who Steve was. There, standing in the middle of your kitchen, stood your history professor, all six feet of him, nonchalantly grinning at you. He engulfed you in a hug, leaving you breathless. "Professor?"

"Hello, sweetheart."

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Call It A Date

CollegeAU!Winston Duke x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic mini. This is super random and it’s been sitting in my drafts. So why not give it to you guys instead of hogging it? Enjoy!

Soft thudding steps sounded in chaotic rhythm against the tiled floor of the lengthy apartment complex hallway. The rustling dance of the grocery bags met as the duo made their way to the desired apartment at the end of the hall. Coats drenched from the afternoon shower that caught them in the midst of their shopping at the farmer's market. The keys jingled as Winston fiddled to find the key to his place, juggling the majority of grocery bags from the morning's errands.

"Sorry about the mess on the counter. I had a late study session last night." Stepping aside once he'd opened the door, he allowed you in with a chuckle. You waved him off as you made your way to the kitchen, seeing the few textbooks he'd had on the counter. Sitting the two bags he'd gave in to letting you carry because he physically couldn't carry them all like he'd wanted, you stacked the books neat and moved them over to the shelf that rested beside the television. "Thanks. I was running late this morning and didn't have the chance to put them up."

"It's fine, Win. You don't have to explain it. You should see my desk at the house.." You chuckled, taking out the contents of the reusable tote and placing them on the counter. "Note cards and sticky notes everywhere. I'm just glad you wanted to hang today. If I would've tried to stuff another Latin word and its definition into my mind, it would shut down." Winston laughed at that, nodding at the fact he had the same thought for himself.

"I'm definitely sure that I had that same thought at least forty times this week." He opened the cabinets, searching for some seasonings and spices. His glasses were somewhere in his bedroom since he'd forgotten them earlier so he'd been squinting for a majority of the day. Claiming he could see just fine without them and refusing to turn around to get them. You stayed at the counter, unloading bags and putting the items that weren't for the dish aside. "We bought foil, right? I can't reme-"

"Yessir, we did. I was damn near about to climb the shelf at the store because the last one was pushed back so far. And why was it towards the top anyways?" You rolled your eyes at the thought, mumbling as you went to put away the items that needed to be refrigerated. He'd had to come to your rescue, chuckling about it.

“All right, firecracker..” He laughed as he came over to where you stood. A tower compared to your height as he helped you put things away. “Calm down and come back to me.” You chuckled at that, playfully nudging him.

Conversation came effortlessly as you both maneuvered around the kitchen. All the ingredients were being washed and prepared. Winston had put you on chopping duty and you didn’t mind. 2000’s music played aloud from the television in the living room, causing a few dance sessions from your end. Along with him once you persuaded him to loosen up.

Standing across from him as he prepared the meat, you caught him stealing glances. A smile teased your lips as he used his arm to readjust his glasses as best he could. He knew he’d been caught and it was cute to see him pretend that he wasn’t admiring you.

"Don't be over there watching my technique, Chef Duke. Everyone doesn't have your expertise." You joked, placing the veggies on the chopping board. He smiled at you, glancing over as he sat the fresh cut of seasoned fish aside.

With his elbow, he turned on the sink faucet to wash his hands. "I'm not judging. Just looking.." He put his hands up in playful surrender, coming towards your current station at the kitchen's island. The towel that rested over his right shoulder was used to dry his hands. "But I do have a small suggestion.."

You playfully rolled your eyes, watching him come closer. His cologne caught your nose and you grinned. "A small suggestion, huh?" He chuckled at your response, holding up the small amount with his fingers.

"Here. Lemme show you.." He spoke softly as he put the towel aside on the counter, coming behind you to help. His body was close to yours just enough that a chill ran down your spine. ".. when cutting any of your veggies. It's more so the wrist movement than the arm movement that helps with the flow. See?" Taking your hand beneath his, his hand guided your chopping.

You admired as he moved along the board, carefully cutting up the bell pepper in front of you. The control of his hands were mesmerizing as he moved along the colorful veggies. “Now, let’s see you try it.” His voice was low and soothing, just at your ear. You swallowed as you took the knife from him carefully.

“Why am I nervous?” You chuckled, hearing him chuckle as well. With a soft and supportive ‘Nothing to be nervous about. It’s just you and me’. He put a gentle hand on your waist as you began your attempt to replicate him. You moved through the rest of the vegetables easily with his praises here and there. Making you weaker with each compliment.

“See there. You’re a natural.” He smiled, looking over to you. “Maybe we do this again Saturday night? But I’ll cook us something special and we can just watch movies or something..” That brought your brow to raise. “You know… just to relieve some stress.” A hint of nervousness was in his body language.

“If I didn’t know any better, Mr. Duke.. I’d say that sounds like a date.” You grinned, moving to the sink to wash your hands. He licked his lips as he smiled. With a nod, he stopped what he was doing to walk to you.

He spoke your name softly, grabbing you mr hand gently as he stood before you. “Will you allow me the honor of treating you to a delicious home cooked meal and movie night?”

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Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 4

Helmut wiped down the last of the tables. It was just him and Bucky left at the moment. It was closing time. Bucky counted up the money in the till as Zemo made sure every aspect of his restaurant was clean and tidy for tomorrow.

Once everything was accounted for Bucky went home and Zemo locked up. He tugged his coat around him a little tighter and and began the small journey to his home. However, something caught his eye and he stopped to take it in.

Across the square there was a man standing there, looking in his direction. He couldn't quite tell who it was, but he could take a pretty good guess. There had been rumours of the infamous Tony Stark arriving in Sokovia.

Helmut watched him for a moment before turning and leaving. He had no reason to dwell on it right now.

Zemo went home.

When he opens shop again in the morning, he doesn't see the man again. However, he does see you and Wanda walking, arms interlinked, the pair of you laughing and chatting.

He can't stop himself from looking at you.

Yesterday when he brought up how well you would fit in with Sokovia, he was hoping to maybe spark a slight idea into your head. The fact you were only visiting his country made him feel rather sad. To see you every day, chat with you at the bar, to see you smile, he wanted more of that.

Never before had someone been on his mind this much before.

You and Wanda walk out of sight.

Sam and Bucky enter to start their work day. Zemo goes into the kitchen to prepare for the day.

Wanda takes you to her favourite place, surprised it was even still open. A bowling alley. You chuckle as she drags you through the door and over to the desk.

"Pietro and I would come here all the time," she told you.

"Sounds like you two had a lot of fun."

"Oh, we did. Pietro used to work at Escorpión Morado. I would meet him outside and we would come here."

"Pietro used to work at the restaurant?"

You both are given a pair of bowling shoes each and you go sit down to out them on.

"Yeah, he used to tend the bar. It was his first job. He loved it."

"That explains why he's so good with drinks," you chuckle. Pietro had his own bar back home, often he would make you, Wanda and Natasha drinks on your nights out.

"He learned from the best."

You both stand up and go to your designated alley, thanking the staff for guiding you. Wanda puts your names into the system.

Wing woman

Y/N Zemo

"Wanda!"

She laughs as she confirms the names and stands up. You glare up at the monitor and then glare at her.

"You can scold me all you like, but in going to have you fall in love with that man of it's the last thing I do."

"Wanda, please be realistic about this."

Wanda picks up her preferred ball and steps up to the lane.

"I am," she says, pulling her arm back and lining up her ball.

"No you're not. You want to set me up with a man who lives in a completely different country to me. This is mean."

Wanda throws her ball.

"It's not mean. It's helping. Ever since you came back, I know he has been on your mind. I can tell by the way you talk about him that you like him. I know because it's the same way I talk about Vision. I know love when I see it, Y/N."

She takes another turn.

You sit there, watching her second ball glide down the lane and take out a few more pins, three still standing. The lane resets the pins for you as you swap places with Wanda.

"It's just a silly crush. It will go away."

Wanda resists rolling her eyes at you.

"Do you really think the only reason I came here with you is because I wanted to see my home? Don't get me wrong, I am over the moon to see Sokovia again, but I cane here for you."

You throw the ball and watch it go.

"Why is this so important to you?" You look at her as you grab a second ball.

"Because you never show interest in anyone and suddenly you do. I've been telling you from the start, you'll marry this man one day and you'll be happy with him. You'll be running Escorpión Morado together, you'll see."

You throw your second ball and say nothing to her. You only take down four pins in total. You go sit back down.

"He likes you too, you know. I've seen the way he looks at you. He wants to spend time with you, talk to you, be around you. He likes having you in his restaurant."

Wands stands to take her next turn.

"I like being there," you say, softly.

"Good, we shall go there after we're done here."

You don't even argue with her. You want to go. You want to see him. Wands knows this. You can see the way she looks at you that she knows.

Wanda ends up winning in the end, which does not surprise you if she and her brother spent so much time here when they were younger.

You walk arm in arm to the restaurant. There's a few people about, but it's not crazy busy.

Sam sees you enter and smoothly glides into the kitchen. Zemo is finishing up a dish as he enters. He looks up when sees Sam come over.

"What is it?" He asks, assuming another order.

"Y/N is here with their friend. Thought you might like to take this one," Sam grins.

Normally Zemo would just tell Sam to go back to work and stop messing about, but he knows he wants to see you. He had been thinking of you all morning. He wipes his hands and presents the dish to Sam, who takes it and goes out to serve it.

For a brief moment Zemo pauses and quickly fixes his hair and straightens his shirt. He steps out of the kitchen. Wanda and yourself were sitting at a table near the window.

He smiles when his eyes land on you.

Helmut holds his head high and walks over to your table. Your eyes catch his and you smile softly at him. Wanda is looking at you with a grin on her lips, but he isn't really paying attention to her. He can only look at you.

"How are you today?" He asks, lips curled into a handsome smile, dark eyes glistening with happiness.

"We're good, how are you today?"

"Doing better now my favourite customer is here. What can I get for you both?"

"Coffee?" You ask, nibbling at your lower lip shyly.

His smile was making you feel things.

"Coming up."

He leaves the table and you bury your face in your hands. Wands laughs from across the table.

"You are so in love with him!"

"I am," you admit.

The fact you admitted it makes Wanda smile. She was proud of you for confessing how you felt.

"Maybe there is a life for you out here," she says, deep in thought.

"You really think I should just up and move to another country, leaving you all behind and starting over here?" You look at her.

"Yes. Back home, sure, you have all your friends and your job. Out here, there's him. This man you can't stop thinking about."

You glance over to the bar. Zemo has poured you each a cup of coffee and is coming over. He smiles when he sees you looking at him. You thank him softly when he places the coffee down in front of you.

Before he can say anything, a customer entering the restaurant cat has his attention. Both Wanda and yourself turn to see who had come in.

This man felt like he demanded attention. His suit looked expensive and tailored. There was a presence about him that made him stand out among the other people in the restaurant.

"Who is that?" You hear Wanda ask.

Helmut gives an apologetic smile and excuses himself from you, approaching the man.

You watch him curiously.

"He seems important," Wanda whispers.

"Yeah."

You watch as they shake hands and talk. The stranger gestures to a table and Zemo leads him over to it. They sit down and they chat.

There is something about Helmut's expression that concerns you.

The stranger looks around the room, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses, but you can see the way his lips a pulled into a thing grimace.

You feel offended by his distaste in the establishment. Poor Helmut.

They sit there and chat for several minutes before he gets up and leaves. Helmut looks a little defeated as he stands up and looks over at your table. Upon seeing you looking at him, he smiles and makes his way back over.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be. Who was that?" You ask, too curious not to know.

"His name is Tony Stark. Remember that new restaurant I was telling you about?" You nod at his question. "Well, he owns it. He was checking out his competition in the area."

"I don't like him," you say, not really intending to say that out loud.

Helmut chuckles softly.

"Neither do I."

"What did he say?" Wanda asks.

"That he wasn't worried if this place is considered the best in Novi Grad. My restaurant isn't a threat to his business."

You unconsciously clench your fists.

"Your restaurant is the nicest place here. He has no idea what he's talking about. He didn't even try your food."

Helmut grins at your comments.

"No he didn't. Though he intends to come back. I need to cook up something magnificent for his return."

"You can do it. Everything you cook is amazing, Helmut. A lot of care goes into your cooking."

His smile makes you giddy.

"Food tastes best when it's made for enjoyment and not just to satisfy hunger," you tell him, meaning every word of that.

Zemo swears his heart would beat out of his chest if it could. If he wasn't already swooned by you, he would have been now. You had no idea what kind of power you had over him.

"I am always glad to hear it."

Wanda looks between the pair of you and smiles. She quietly excuses herself to go use the bathroom. Neither one of you glance at her as she slips away.

Helmut sits at the table.

"How long do we have?" He asks.

"Wanda and I have a few days left yet. We're not leaving too soon."

"Good," he nods his head. "I'd like to see more of you."

"Really?" You ask, shocked by his words.

"Yes, really."

You smile. Your smile makes him smile. Oh, what he would do to see it every single day of his life. This man was utterly in love with you, but he would be fool to just blurt that out.

Plus, you weren't staying. He would have to say goodbye to you again.

"Maybe Wanda and I could pop back every day. When the coffee is this good, we would be silly not to come back," you drink the last drop from your cup.

"Ah, so it's my coffee you like?"

"The owner isn't so bad either," you say, unable to hold eye contact much longer.

The chuckle that escapes past his lips makes you tingle all over. It's so deep, yet so joyful and pure. A sense of pride washes over you for making him laugh.

"Sokovia will feel so empty when you're gone," he says, softly.

"I will miss it. I have missed it."

"I missed you, you know," he admits.

Your heart stutters. You don't get a chance to say anything as Wanda returns. Zemo is quick to change the topic of conversation, smoothly too.

"Can you cook?"

"Uh, I can cook to feed myself. Wanda is more of a chef than I am, but even she can't compare to your culinary skills."

Wanda was caught off-guard by your statement and Zemo was full of pride again. The more you complimented his cooking, the bigger his ego was inflating.

"Would you like to assist me for Stark's visit tomorrow?"

You stare at him, lips parted, mind whirling in confusion.

"You want my help?"

"Yes. I could teach you."

You glance at Wanda. She nods enthusiastically at you, winking.

"Alright, but please don't let me get in the way. I'd hate to be the reason things go wrong."

He leans forward, lips tugged into a grin.

"I trust you."

You smile softly, finding the table suddenly more interesting than before.

Wanda chuckles softly.

"While you do that I'll go see if my old family home is still there," she says, smiling.

"Are you sure?" You ask her.

"Of course I am."

You smile and turn back to Helmut.

"Then it's settled. We'll show Stark what he's up against."

Zemo smiled brightly.

Just you and him in the kitchen tomorrow. He was going to make every moment count. This might be the most amount of time he will get to spend with you while you're here.

Zemo gets up from his seat and grabs the two empty cups from the table.

"Another?"

Both of you nod.

Zemo goes to get more coffee. While he's gone, Wanda leans across the table and takes your hands into hers.

"Woo that man!"

You laugh.

"I mean it! One day you'll marry him and be the happiest person alive. Maybe you should seriously consider moving out here. I could help you. Maybe I'll find some places for you tomorrow."

"You don't have to do that."

"You're not saying no, though," she grins.

"You're right, I'm not." You glance over to the bar. "I really like him Wanda."

"I know, so let's do something about it."

You nod softly.

Zemo returns, this time with an extra cup. He sits down with you both and asks you to be at the restaurant first thing in the morning. You agree.

From tomorrow onward, you knew things would take a turn. Your life would literally be flipped upside down.

And you were happy to let it happen.

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