#cinnabun writes

[papayacinnabun]

focus - lando norris

lando norris x fem!reader

word count - 1.7k

summary - trying to get attention from your streamer boyfriend takes a turn

warnings - 18+, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, nipple play, voyeurism/exhibitionism if you squint?

a/n - ik this is kinda overdone but the trope is so good... requests are open gimme ideas! masterlist here

4 hours. 

that was how long lando had been streaming for today.

gaming with his friends had become somewhat of a routine for your boyfriend, but you quickly grew tired of the monotony. it forced you to spend more time alone than you usually liked, as his fervent dedication abandoned you to your own boredom.

you lounged on the bed in your pajamas, a pair of cute tiny shorts and a tank top, hoping to grab his attention. a book was open in front of you, sitting neglected as your attention was drawn to the other side of the bedroom where lando was angrily yelling to his friends on the stream. 

“mate you were supposed to cover me! that’s why i died you freaking muppet!” lando threw his hands up in defeat, letting out a huff as his friends berated him for being shit at the game. 

you rolled your eyes at the interaction, finding it all too familiar. 

“landooooo,” you call out, “come cuddle for a bit, you’ve been streaming for a while.”

from afar you can see the influx of chat comments greeting you at the sound of your voice, the fans happy to even just hear you. you giggled at that as lando mutes his mic and turns his chair around to face you. 

“baby, i’m just gonna play one more round and then i’ll be done, promise” he says, flashing you a grin and turning back towards the screen, unmuting his mic. 

“thats what you said an hour ago…” you grumble underneath your breath. at this point you had enough, you needed to get his attention somehow. sitting up straight, you looked around the bedroom to think. a sly smile spread over your face as you eyed the empty space under his desk, just the right size for you to fit under. 

maybe if you annoyed him enough, he would fuck you until you couldn’t walk. it was worth a try. 

you quietly slid off the bed and onto the floor, crawling over to lando slowly. you were careful to keep low, avoiding his webcam and the thousands of people observing him rage about pixels on a screen. 

he looks down at you quizzically as you nestle yourself under his desk. sliding to insert yourself between his legs, your finger rises to meet your lips motioning him to be quiet. 

you smile mischeviously as you edge your fingers up his leg, tracing up to his thighs as he draws in a sharp breath. he gives you a warning look, eyes following your movement like how a predator tracks its prey. 

“what are you doing?” lando whispered, his voice faltering a bit as your hand ghosted over his now prominent bulge. you stifle a laugh as you watch his expression turn from panic to lust.

just the idea of you giving him head while he was streaming made him hard, and the feel of your fingertips lightly touching his length through his shorts did nothing to help. lando gulps and tears his gaze away from you, eyes focused back on the screen in front of him as max yells in his headphones. 

his attempt to stay calm was futile as you began to palm over his dick, rubbing him through the thin fabric of his shorts. lando bit his lip to suppress a moan, fingers still moving over the controller. 

you decided to take it a step further to see if you could break his concentration, pulling down his waistband to release his throbbing cock. his tip was already leaking as you stared at it, flicking your eyes up to his startled face before you sealed your lips around it sucking lightly. 

lando threw his head back, letting out an involuntary groan.

“you alright there mate?” max asked lando in a concerned tone. 

“yeah yeah,” he replied, clicking his camera off. “just uh– having some trouble with the webcam.” 

you felt a rush of adrenaline as you took him further into your mouth, tears pricking your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. you moan around him, his hands immediately flying to your hair and pulling lightly.

lando groans again as you bob your head, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft as you come up. he looks down at you with dark eyes, clearly paying attention now. 

you looked so pretty with your lips wrapped around him, he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“hey max,” he choked out into the mic, “i’ll be back again later i uh, think i left the oven on.”

“mate you don’t even cook-” max was cut off as lando ended his stream, ripping his headphones off in a rushed manner. 

he immediately let out a louder moan, no longer restricted in his reactions to your lewd movements. his pupils dilated with lust as you moved faster, the obscene sounds of your mouth edging him further and further. 

lando abruptly pulls you off of him, guiding you out from under the desk to straddle his lap. the chair was stable enough to hold the both of you but you still gripped his shoulders for comfort. 

“you wanted me so bad huh baby? couldn’t wait ‘till i was done?” he whispered into your ear, running his hands up and down your soft thighs. 

you let a whimper as you grind against his hardness, hoping for some relief on your aching clit. “just wanted you to focus on me.”

“oh i’m completely focused now,” he assures you, pulling your shorts aside finding you bare, instantly starting to rub circles on your bundle of nerves, “no panties? you planned this to happen.” you whine out, feeling the heat in your core building as you move your hands to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. 

lando continues his assault on your clit, moving his fingers tantalizingly slow. he craned his head to place small kisses on your neck, tracing a path down to your collarbones and stopping at the neckline of your tank top. he moved his hands up to grope your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples, hardening from the stimulation under the thin material. 

“mmm my naughty girl, did you want everyone to hear you choking on my cock? tsk tsk tsk– what would they say” he chides as he tugs your top down, leaving it to pool at your waist. he was almost salivating at the sight of your tits, the supple skin inviting him to have a taste. 

you could only croak out a small “yes” in response as he dipped down to capture one of your nipples, the wet heat of his mouth making your brain go fuzzy. lando sucked lightly, running his tongue over the sensitive peak as he pinched your other nipple gently between his fingers. 

“lando”, you panted out, “please– need you.” he raised his head from your chest to capture your lips in a deep kiss, caressing your tongue with his. 

you just wanted to feel him. all of him. 

“alright baby i’ll give you what you want,” he said with a smirk as you lifted your hips to hover over him. you pulled your shorts aside again, exposing your wetness to the cold air of the room. 

his hands lingered on your hips to help guide you over his painfully hard cock, feeling his tip nudge between your folds. your entrance welcomed him as you sank down on his length, your head falling back in pleasure. 

his hold on you tightened, fingers gripping so harshly on the flesh they would surely leave a mark. lando relished in your flustered state, examining how your lips parted in bliss, eyes squeezed shut while trying to adjust to his length.

 his own mouth fell open at the sight of you, a low groan escaping him at the feeling of your wet walls embracing him deeper and deeper until his tip finally kissed your cervix. 

you began to bounce up and down slowly,  lando’s strong arms assisting your movements. you leaned onto his shoulders for support, your head falling down into the crook of his neck as you both gasped and moaned at the pleasurable feeling of him hitting the deepest parts inside you.

“lando,” you whined out, speeding up your movements as the noise of slapping skin filled the room. 

you were panting harder now, your thoughts only occupied with the feeling of him inside you. your clit brushed against him every time your hips met, sending shocks through your body. the familiar feeling of your orgasm loomed in your core, threatening to overtake you very soon. 

“c’mon baby take what you need,” lando groaned out, helping you pick up your pace, thrusting his hips up to meet yours now. you could tell he was getting close too, your bodies moving urgently in tandem to reach your highs simultaneously. 

“almost– ah, there! please lando,” at your plea he reached down between your legs, rubbing your sensitive nerves to finally send you over the edge. 

your orgasm crashed over you, sending waves of shocks through your body as your movements slowed down. you cried out for him, his name the last thing leaving your lips as an immeasurable bliss took over. lando kissed your neck tenderly as he gripped you harder, stabilizing you as he rammed into you faster. 

“fuck baby you’re doing so good, im almost there. such a needy girl, had to have me right away.” he flashed a glowing smile at you as you came down from your high, his hands pawing at the flesh of your ass as he fucked you deeply. 

his breathing grew ragged at his eyes screwed shut, breathing your name out with a moan. his release was warm inside you, filling you up as his hips stuttered and slowed. 

you sat like this for a minute, still joined, recovering and whispering sweet things into each other’s ears. lando kissed your shoulder as he pulled out of you, a whine leaving your lips at the absence of him. 

“maybe i should stay on the stream longer if this is what it gets me,” lando joked, seeing how much he could annoy you. 

you hit his shoulder playfully in response, “absolutely not! but honestly, max probably thinks you burned the house down by now.” 

“ah– i’ll deal with that later. all i’m focused on right now is you.” 

[bmc-bigbang]

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

JJ would cry cannibalism if I ate a cinnamon roll in front of him. That thought keeps me going ^^

His crystal blue eyes go wide behind his glasses as you make a show of taking a big luscious bite of your cinnamon roll. A soft breathy moan escapes as you chew.

"That is-"

Another moan and swallow interrupt him, the tip of your tongue tracing around your lips that were now coated in the sweetest sugar from the top, bits of cinnamon flecking across your dark lipstick, which you purposely used to rile him up all that much more.

It was smear-proof for exactly this reason. Your teeth sink once more into the cinnamon bun, ripping off a gooey fluffy layer while he glowered at you.

"absolutely criminal. Basically cannibalistic behavior!" He sounded outraged, making you cackle while you pulled off another layer. "Does Clay know about this?" His hands waved in your direction dramatically.

"How so JJ?" You nipped off a small piece while approaching him from around the counter.

"You know I'm basically a cinnabun! And you're just shamelessly eating one right in front of me." His perfect pink lips went in a pout while you giggled at his comparison, tilting up to claim a kiss. He grumped about it, but gave you one, licking his lips afterward. "I do taste good though."

"Mmhh you do, sugary sweet and just so good to sink my teeth into." You held up your prize, JJ taking a bite from it and he gave a dramatic roll of his eyes at the pleasure of the pastry.

"Next time buy two."

"There is a whole pan on the stove." You popped that last bite in his mouth, laughing with a surprised yelp when he spun you both around to march right to the kitchen.

JJ might seem angry for all of .0000005 seconds but he is gonna be all up in your space to steal bites and kisses from you.

[cinnabuntastic]

Ever feel like you could just. Straight up stop saying anything in a community you're in and nobody would even blink. Because boy am I feeling it hard tonight.

[dcwnrisen-aa]

hiro pls, colten is drooling rn.

[salty-autistic-writer]

🐶 🐱 is everything to me 🫶🏻

I was just writing that, haha. Here you go! <3

“Your cat slapped my dog!”

“She’s a cat,” Tommy says flatly.

“She’s not just a cat. She’s an orange cat; everyone knows those are nuts! At least I gave my dog a normal name,” Buck mutters angrily, patting Max’s head. “Who in their right mind calls their pet Cinnabun?!"

Tommy shrugs. “It’s what she looks like.”

Buck frowns. But when he glances at the purring cat, which looks tiny curled up in Tommy’s arms, he can’t fail to notice the swirl of white in her orange fur.

“You see it, don’t you?” Tommy asks, smirking.

Buck scoffs. “Just because you mentioned it!” 

[koolades-world]

Ok so I've randomly had this genius idea and was keeping it in my head for a month or so. And i for some reason had an urge to find someone to make this thing. And YOU got unlucky to be in my FYP with open requests! Poor you, now you are cursed with this request! (Also ur writing is cool, but im suck at giving compliments~)

Imagine being a one of the most powerful demons in entire devildom, falling from heaven, going through a war.. and you just meet a human, who is crying because of a paper scratch! That's the request!:

Brothers with Pain-sensitive MC/MC with Algophobia if you prefer.♡

Ahem🤓👆, Algophobia is a phobia of pain. No one likes getting hurt, but algophobic person is afraid of it more than normal ppl. Also Algophobia makes all pain feel even more painful because if the fear🤓👆

These two are pretty much the same, but Algophobia one has more angst potential than just "Pain-sensitive"

This thing sounds just so hilarious in my head, imagine after MC does something bad Lucifer wants to punish them, but then he remembers that this human uses cooking gloves to drink coffee because "its way to hot" and ends up with existential crisis because all of his punishments will turn Pain-sensitive MC into dust😭

I saw a lot of ppl headcanoning that demons are like "well, humans are fragile and easily will die!" and starting to think that human is dying when they broke a bone. Thats funny, but imagine what would happen if it ACTUALLY were like that. Mammon wants to get MC to the casino, but then sees how they slip and fall to their knees and the crying because "FFFFF MY KNEEEEES HURT😭😭😭" And he is just like..."Damn, bro, how u live like this" and ends up way to afraid to bring them to the casino bc of "eeevil demons that would eat them!".

Also i imagine that Levi would do something similar, but, lets agree that him asking MC to go somewhere is an impossible scenario. I think he will do a good job tho.

Satan and MC hanging out in the garden with cats and this dude, who can easily broke the entire house if he gets angry, casually watching this piece of human struggling to pet a cat bc of their shaking hands. "Come on, just pet it, u got it, MC." "but cats have claws and claws are paaaainful!!!!"

Asmo is probably the only one who will have no problem with that, lol. This dude loves saying about being gentle. Yeah, not surprising that i simp for him. But dynamic between Devildom's biggest slut and a Human, who never kissed with anyone because "well, if i am kissing someone, I can't tell if the person is not gonna get a knife a d won't stub me! and stubbing ppl is painful!" sounds hilarious.

Beel is a big cinnabun, we all can agree. But yhis cinnabun is so big, that it can easily hurt MC accidentally! Even average people often cause ain-sensitive MC pain, and someone as big and strong babyboy like Beel? Damn, poor big man and MC, who waits for hot food to cool down for 15 minutes before eating it because "hot food is painful!"

Belphegor probably will do okay.. i mean, if we ignore 16 lesson.. he is pretty gentle boy so i guess he won't do anything bad. But, i can still imagine how this dude might hurt MC in his sleep and when wakes up and sees them, ouch-ing and rubbing their cheek, because "you were asleep and accidentally hit my cheek.." while this dude was just changing his sleeping pose.

So you can make something fluffy with brothers trying to not-hurt Pain-sensitive MC accidentally, you can do it in memes, you can do some angst with Algophobia. You can do whatever you want, i give the idea, you use it if you want!~

Damn, this think came out like a whole ass post. But i hope you didn't got bored halfway, lol.

Have a nice day tho!~~~

hi! haha I didn’t get bored you understand me!! I absolutely love when someone is just as excited as me about an idea :) this is exactly what I do when I have an idea I love so much I want to squeeze it in a good way

glad you like my writing 🥺 <3 please enjoy!

Mc with Algophobia

Lucifer

he knows right off the bat because it was on your paperwork (creepy) but makes accommodations where he can (loving)

essentially baby proofs the house right after you arrive once he realizes you’re being serious including padding on every sharp corner

always has a first aid kit on hand because he’s worried about you and won’t hesitate to offer you all the time off you need

finds himself unconsciously making sure you're ok

Mammon

didn't take you seriously at first until you almost started crying upon reach into the freezer to help defrost Goldie yet again

wants to help you with your fear, and unveils all of his stupid fears to you, including his fear of public water fountains

when you're not together, he has his crows keep an eye on you for him to make sure you're ok

often opts to stay home with you if it makes you more comfortable

Levi

so so chill about it since he himself is afraid of many things, and while not paralyzing, goes out of his way to avoid all these things

lets you know the door to his room will always be open for you if you need a place to relax for the hour or day

protective of you in a way he never felt before

ready to listen to your woes and try to help resolve them for you

Satan

to some extent, he understands what it's like to be misunderstood and he goes out of his way to boost your confidence

knows some amazing professionals that might be able to help you out if you want

works on himself and his outbursts to keep you safe and unafraid <3

holds your hand as often as he gets the chance to reassure both you and himself that you won't get separated and avoid any potential problems

Asmo

100% finds many excuses to kiss your booboos

finds all sorts of fun cute ways to make sure you don't get hurt and stay happy

if you get hurt around him, he's on top of it and upset too since he hates to see you unhappy

whatever you need, he's got you covered. he carries some of you things in his handbag that he always has with him in case you need it

Beel

doesn't understand at first, but is more cautious around you

he knows humans are fragile but he severely underestimated your fear

however, he's willing to do anything that you need from him

he knows his strength and always finds himself moving slower and more protective around you

Belphie

at first, he couldn't have cared less but after he got to know you, he felt extremely guilty about what he had done

does everything to make it up to you and prevent you from getting hurt again

expect lots of gifts that include nice blankets and cute bandaids

finds his way to your room in the middle of the night often to make sure you're fine and then stays (he's totally not just sleepwalking)

[half-dead-writer]

Short drabble I wrote in a fic trade with a friend (hi Sharky :3) Hi um sorry for not posting recently- To my dismay, my SPTO phase kinda died sobbing anyway, here's a fic I wrote for a friend as a trade I'm a bit rusty with writing

Cinnabuns, my beloved

Reader brings exhausted Gideon at work a sweet treat.

character: Gideon Graves (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off) words: 974 reader: gender-neutral warnings: none ig? mildly suggestive ending

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰��𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

The faint buzzing coming from the electronics.

The sound served as a calming ambient for Gideon. Some would probably find it annoying, but he didn't mind. The white noise grounded him, forced him to get focused on the paperwork. Like a reminder, mostly to keep Gideon out of his head. The utter emptiness caused by his insistence on making his lair so spacious, although admirable, often made Gideon feel like he was the only person in the world. A lonely man, cooped up in his lair.

The rustling of another paper put on top of another, seemingly in endless supply. 

What hour was it again? Gideon didn't pay attention. Sighing to himself, he let go off the pen he was clutching in his hand, his fingers sore from the constant grip. The unfinished paperwork in the corner of his vision was taunting, but the need of keeping up with his schedules was far more annoying than his exhaustion. His body slowly started to betray him, his muscles weighing way heavier than the beginning of his day. He should probably eat something. How inconsiderate of him to miss such an important detail. 

Groaning, already feeling the effects of his hunger and stalling his need for nutrition, he took a sip of his fourth coffee of the day, holding the need to cringe as his lips touched the cold liquid. He placed the mug back on the desk, head still swirling with thoughts of tomorrow's workday.

Tap, tap, tap... Footsteps?

The unexpected sound of shoes hitting the ground would alarm the man, if not for the familiar voice that followed soon after.

"Gideon!" They cheerfully approached closer, repeating his name a few more times before finally getting close enough for their bodies to clash together. The figure pounced behind him, wrapping their arms around his neck, their grasp bordering on being uncomfortably tight. Gideon's chair wobbled awkwardly, threatening to lose balance, before settling back in it's place.

"Y/N!" Gideon exclaimed, notably with less excitement than the attacker. "Careful, you're gonna make me fall-" He tried to stop the unjustified venom spilling out of his lips, keeping in mind for his tone to not stray from a simple warning. The irritation at the assault was largely exaggerated by his hunger.

"Sorry, sorry- I'm just excited to see you!" They said, offering an apologetic smile. "How's work?" Y/N cocked their head, nuzzling softly into Gideon's neck to get a better look at the papers resting on Gideon's desk."I noticed you're staying up late again, so I thought I'd bring you something."

Gideon ignored the way their hair lightly tickled his skin, now much more interested in the bag carelessly held in his lover's hand. "It's going alright." It wasn't a full lie, he got used to the mind numbing routine. "What did you get me?" His expression softened into a curious smirk, his initial annoyance subsiding. They quickly retracted from the embrace, eager to present Gideon their gift. His sight followed their movements, hearing the crinkling of the paper bag.

"Sustenance!" Y/N responded enthusiastically, taking out two items right after the announcement. 

Gideon figured out what it was even before the cinnamon buns were out of the bag, their sweet aroma lingering in the air. The pastries quickly got into his hands, he wasted no time to scarf them down. They tasted heavenly, his hunger provided even more flavor. "Thanks," he said, halfway munching on the soft bun. Even though his tired tone didn't portray much emotion, it was evident he fully appreciated the gift. 

Y/N smiled in return, letting themself sit on the desk, mindful of the papers placed in the corner of it. "Of course. I can't let you work on an empty stomach!"

The buns disappeared after mere two minutes of silence, leaving Gideon in a much better mood. He turned towards them with a faint squeak of his swivel chair, resting his hand on their thigh in a comfortable manner.

"Are you almost done?" Y/N looked back on the papers, neatly put into two piles. One obviously bigger than the other, presumably the finished paperwork.

"Almost." He said, exhaustion seeping into his voice. 

Y/N's brows furrowed in concern, "I see you're tired, what if you'd finish them tomorrow?" 

Gideon sighed again, annoyance painting his features once more, although this time not directed at his partner. "I'm almost done, I think I'll manage."

"Come on," their face approached closer to the man, "for me?" They put on their best puppy dog eyes, hoping to convince him to listen to their plea. Gideon raised their brow in an almost unamused manner, yet couldn't shake off the effect his partner had on them. After a moment of the staring contest, Gideon sighed, glancing once more at the pile of unfinished paperwork. There were no more than 3 sheets, surely an amount that wouldn't disturb his perfect plan of keeping up with his assigned workload for tomorrow.

"We can rewatch your favorite season of anime again?" Y/N offered with a cheeky grin, a deal they knew Gideon couldn't refuse. 

He chuckled weakly, already knowing he made up his mind. He moved a bit closer, his palm still insistent on resting on Y/N's thigh. "You're playing dirty, you know that?" He half-lidded his eyes, amused grin on his face showing hints of sultriness seeping in.

Y/N flashed him a toothy grin, happy about being able to successfully convince their partner to take better care of himself. Their hand reached for the man's tie, yanking it sharply towards themself. Gideon's eyes widened with surprise, their lips connecting in a quick kiss. Of course, Gideon reciprocated. The taste of each other's lips lingered until Y/N pulled away, satisfied with the state they left him in. Content.

"You like it, though."

[hirsheyskisses]

Hey, psst! I have a little request, that might be of your interest - it‘s quite fluffy ఌ

So the trope;

„Come on, try one! I sat hours on these!“

„Don’t make me taste the most bread like sweets in existence, idiot.“

You made cinnamon buns, the Heart pirates love your creation, but who is avoiding the kitchen at all costs? Of course - tall, dark and brooding white hat.

Will he eat the infamous cinnamon buns? Is he possibly risking his life for you, because he can’t stand the cute pout you exaggeratedly flash at him?

(You can choose the scenario)

I‘ll leave the fluff expertise to you ✨

Cinnamon Bun Chaos

TRAFALGAR LAW x READER

Summary: Law can't seem to shake the uneasy feeling he's had since he's awoken. Is it the smell? Or perhaps he's sick.. and then.. oh dear. Will he give in to that cute, cute pout of yours?

A/N: help this was so frigging cute to write 😭 @ems-c-lee you know I've gotta do it! AHHHHHH *violent screeching over doc ensues*

The first thing he'd noticed when he'd woken up was an odd, cinnamon and - very sweet smelling thing. Wearily blinking his eyes, body heavy from sleep, Law raised his head off his desk, noting he must've fallen asleep during another study. Limbs stretching, and allowing his mind to wake up, he noted the still hot coffee that had been placed on his desk. Of course, he thought, the slightest of smiles gracing his features, (Name)-ya always anticipates when ill wake. Taking the cup and stealing a quick sip from it, Law pulled on a hoodie and made to exit his room.

However, the moment he did, he was hit with a wave of unease. That smell was turning his stomach, just a bit. Which was odd. Being the ship's cook, he had always loved most of your cooking. Each flavor complimented the other, and while his sleepy mind could only tell cinnamon from the smell, he didn't mind cinnamon. Well, it could be how sweet it smells. He wasn't the largest fan of sweets, but what could possibly go wrong?

Each step increased that slightly uneasy feeling. His mind slipped away from the smell, for it couldn't be that: worry drifting into his mind. Somethings wrong. Something must be. Maybe its with me? Am I sick? This feeling could easily be sickness, and I'm mixing it up with anxiety. Ugh.

Opening the door to the kitchen, Law made a mental note to keep a physical distance from anyone until he did a check-up on himself. He was met with the kitchen to be crowded-

"These are so good, (Name)! Why didn't you make these sooner?!"

"My stomach is.. in heaven."

"Thats weird, dude!"

There you were. Leaning against the counter with a satisfied glint in your eyes, laughing at the crews antics with whatever it was you had made. Yet that feeling, it worsened, but in the moment, Law chose to ignore it, feeling his mind melt when your smile directed at him.

"Captain! You're up early." You greeted, moving over to meet him. Law nodded, taking a quick drink from his coffee. "Had a weird feeling. It's a bit early for breakfast." He glanced at the crew, who'd hadn't noticed him. "I'll get breakfast started in a few, yeah. I decided I'd mess around and make an old favorite though! Cinnabuns!"

Oh. Oh that's why he had a weird feeling.

"...bread." Law stated, raising an eyebrow. He found himself physically withdrawing himself closer to the door, and you laughed, "hardly! Sure it's made from dough but it's delicious! Cinnamon and sugary and gooey goodness!"

Law mentally cringed, and by now, the three others in the kitchen had taken note of Law's presence. Penguin chimed in, "mornin' Captain! She's absolutely right, you should try one!"

Bepo, who was currently looking like his brain had gone to heaven, "they're amazing!" And Sachi, "I bet you might even like it! It's (Name)'s cooking, after all."

"No way. Keep that bread nonsense away from me." Law grumbled, slowly moving towards the door. You chuckled softly at his movements, staring up at him with doe like eyes.

"Captain.. I spent hours on these.. atleast try it! One small bite?"

You pleaded with him, knowing damn well what his weakness was. Puppy eyes. That way you peered up at him, eyes so wide and innocent, a smallest of pouts resting on your face. It didn't help that Bepo was right behind him, staring at Law with that damn adorable fuzzy face. He could barely resist Bepo, let alone you. And with the two of you combined?

"...don't make me try the most breadlike sweets in existence, idiot!"

You had him backed to the wall, still staring at him, and god he was struggling. "Captain.. jist one bite! I promise I won't make you try any other bread thing againnnnn.." honestly, you weren't even aiming to make him try it: but the way he was squirming was absolutely precious, his ears turning pink as he mentally battled the pros and cons.

"...Room."

"Ack! Scatter!" Penguin shouted, laughter filling the kitchen once again as you all scrambled to escape, but it was futile. Atleast it was for you. One second, you were almost out the door, and then-

"-shambles."

You were in Law's. You could never quite get used to his powers moving you around, it was rather disorienting for your mind. Looking back, you saw him: tall, stoic, a shadow over his eyes, ..and a cinnamon bun in his hand.

"Cap- Law," you corrected yourself. In private, he insisted you call him by his first name. In public.. well, the crew wasn't aware the two of you were dating, so you kept it professional with them. Even if you both weren't aware the crew had long since figured out you both were dating. "-you don't actually need to try it, I was just teasing-"

He raised a hand to silence you. "..just.. give me a minute." Law was glaring at the sweet bread treat in his hand, mentally battling if it was worth taking a bite. Even now when you reassured him of that, you still had those expectant, curious doe like eyes and that cute pout on your face.

You watched as he took a bite, slow and cautious. He was expressionless, chewing it for what seemed like hours, before swallowing and setting the treat down on his desk.

Slowly, the man moved towards you. You laughed nervously, stepping away with each step towards you, "..was it good?"

He moved closer until your back was to the wall, and he was right in front of you. Tattooed hands gripped at your shoulders as he lowered his forehead to rest on yours, staring at you intently. "...law?" You questioned, unsure if he was having some sort of allergic reaction, or post cinnabun crisis, but you shied away regardless.

"...." He dropped his head on your shoulder and pulled you close- tighter than usual.

"..if it wasn't bread, it might've been good." He forced out at last, pressing his face into your neck. "But please, dear heavens, never make me eat that again."

A relieved breath escaped you as you laughed, wrapping your arms around your tense boyfriend, "Roger that! ...I'll make not bread Cinnamon buns then! ..somehow."

"I'd like that."

[gardening-guy]

much love to @tomorrowsgardennc for writing this out and tagging me, this is beautiful!!

fill it out and tag your garden friends, teehee!

🌱 current garden 🌱

what season is it currently? winter!! and oh dear god i want it to be overrrr, spring pls come

how's the weather been? normal or unusual? kinda both?? we've gotten more snow in the past couple of weeks than we have in years tbh, and it's so sporadic? like my state is normally pretty bipolar with weather, but this year, it's extra dramatic

what's growing the most successfully? hmmm.... most of my garden produce has gone bye bye at this point rn, but my violas? my violas are fucking thriving, they do not care how many times they get covered in snow and ice. they're champs!! the runner-up is the cilantro in the corner of most of my raised beds!

what's struggling the most? omg before everything went bye bye anyway, the broccoli HATED me, same with the chinese pink celery... i figured out that broccoli isn't exactly always great to have with others, but the more yk for the future!!

any garden animals? do stray cats count?? other than cinnabun the asshole/cute stray cat, no unfortunately. but one of my neighbors have chickens that regularly visit me!! i throw out cut fruit regularly and have lots of kitchen scraps in my compost pile, so i like to think they like me most lol

how much space are you growing in? idrk tbh?? i have no idea, but at least a decent space? it's like... the size of two decently big park sandboxes, in my head's comparison realm lol

are you happy with that space, or do you want more? i think i'm happy with the size of it, but it's honestly not the best area bc the house attached sucks ass... i am so happy with the size and parameters, but we're going to move bc the house itself sucks ass

✨️ future garden ✨️

what's next on the to-do list for the garden? i need to continue seed starting, and it is admittedly a bit tricky planning a garden when you plan on moving out in july, but we're making things work!! i want to buy more dirt and finish redoing the original flower beds i made in the back yard and front yard

new plants you want to try and grow? sunflowers, beets, more varieties of tomatoes, and marigolds!

new garden skills you want to learn? holy shit i need to expand on my carpentry and woodworking skills but those aren't new... i guess i want to learn just in general. as much as i can!!!!

new tools you need to buy? does a new knee brace count?? in addition, bird netting to make sure my neighbor's chickens don't get in my raised beds and more stakes + trellises

what needs to be built? a trellis system for the tomatoes, bird netting over the raised beds, wooden borders for my flower beds in the backyard + front yard, and a lean-upon to tuck my bike underneath to protect it from rain

what needs to be cleaned up? oh god everything agh!! but especially the front yard, people tend to dump trash out there. i think i might try to get a spare trash can to help myself and others out with!

📝 dream garden 📝

top of your wishlist? an actual greenhouse with a generator for heating mats and lights and fans aaaaaa i want it so bad (or a shed to hide all my gardening stuff in)

first plant you're buying if you win the lottery? honestly??? probably more seeds instead, but so so so many cut flower seeds!!

if you could change growing zones, which one would it be and why? honestly, i don't know enough about gardening zones to answer this one? i think i'm content where i'm at :)

what do you want to grow, but can't? why not? any berry bush or fruit tree.... maybe i can do a blueberry bush if i pot it, but it's because i'm going to move soon and can't guarantee the investment in digging a hole and the money to possibly not be able to take it with me....

👀 admit it... 👀

how many spare nursery pots you have: oh fuuuuuck soooooo manyyyyyyy i think probably around 20ish

how many plants are still in it's original container and need to be planted: i'm luckily just worrying about my houseplants rn, but most of them need a good repotting... probably around 20-30ish of my houseplants

how many seed packets do you have: too many to count but i'll count anyway!!! i'll be right back :) follow-up: i counted and it was 145 seed packets (not including the handful i have on my desk to send to friends)

how many more seeds did you buy this year anyway: thankfully, that's all i have right now!! i made my orders earlier, so nothing is coming at this time

💚 garden favorites 💚

favorite flower plant? my beloved zinnias to grow, but i love a beautiful carnation and sunflower personally

favorite vegetable plant? kale to grow!!!

favorite fruit plant? tomatoessssssss

favorite landscaping plant? bee balm, lavender, and goldenrod, do those count?

favorite pollinator? leafcutter bee :)

favorite garden noise or texture? omg i love a good whiff of cilantro smell or general dirt smell! i love the sound of the birds chirping!! i love the feel of soft petals between my fingers!!

favorite gardening book or blog or podcast? i loveddddd the urban homestead by coyne and knutzen, but i'm starting the new seed-starting handbook by nancy bubel in a moment!

@tomorrowsgardennc tagged most people i also know, but i shall tag @toadleeah and encourage anyone to fill this out as they like!!

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Merry Gyftmas!

Howdy! Merry Gyftmas, & a happy holidays to all those who celebrate! As a gift, I've gathered some fics that should be centered around this wintertime tradition!

Our First Gyftmas (2022) by SXH1417 (General Audiences, Complete)

It's their first Gyftmas all together. The twins haven't been with them for long, but they wanted everything to be perfect for them! For Huxley <3

Robin's Nest by EmeraldHaze15 (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Surely a Bitty should be for life, not just for Gyftmas? You had serious doubts on whether it was the wisest thing for your neighbours to get their young son a Bitty for Gyftmas. Especially a sensitive Cherry type...

Why You Shouldn't Follow Your Twin Brother Into the Basement by TheWeirdestRoller (General Audiences, Incomplete)

It's December 20th. Dream wants to see what gifts he got. Nightmare, is more than a bit against it. But their birthday is tomorrow. So, they should be allowed to look, right?

holidays, holidaze by cinnabun (General Audiences, Complete)

It’s beginning to look a lot like Gyftmas. What starts off as a perfectly calm day quickly takes a turn for the worse. Then the better. Then the sillier. Well, it is the holidays, after all.

I'll Be Home For Gyftmas by perniciousLizard (General Audiences, Complete)

Papyrus has no idea what to get his newly-returned father Gaster for Gyftmas. Undyne decides to help him pick the perfect gift. When the two of them are out on the town, they run into Gaster on a date with Grillby and realize they have a great opportunity to puzzle out the ideal gift.

A Date to Remember by Nanenna (Teen And Up, Complete)

Papyrus sees an online ad for a holiday fake date, he decides this would be the perfect jape! The whole family is supposed to gather at his parents' house this year, why not throw in a fun jape while they're at it. But a sudden change in the family's plans throws a wrench into the whole thing. Well, at least some good came of this disaster, who knew his brother and his fake date were so compatible?

Define "Cute" by ReadWithDetermination (Teen And Up, Complete)

Mutt seems to have a problem with Edge, and it possibly has to do with the way he is warding Papyrus off from giving everyone food poisoning for Gyftmas. At least, that's how it seems to Edge. Too bad everyone but Edge is oblivious to the truth. (Intended as a Gyftmas fic for Skeleshipper, but now, it's more of a New Year's gift. My bad~)

The Storm Within by Snakehands (Teen And Up, Complete)

My Gyftmas gift to Alennyah Prompts were: 1. Cherryberry (Fell Sans and Swap Sans) spending the night together on a sleigh ride. 2. Spicyhoney (Fell Papyrus and Swap Papyrus) Enjoying a bit of hot cocoa during a blizzard. 3. Kustard (Undertale Sans and Fell Sans) Sans comforting Red after a bad nightmare. I attempted to touch on all three in this oneshot. Originally this was meant to be funny but it got a little more serious in the middle than I expected. I had fun writing it, though. In a new world that feels very strange to him, a small skeleton named Red struggles to find his place above ground after a life spent in the shadows. One source of happiness in his life is Sans, his charming and mischievous partner who brings warmth and laughter to Red's tumultuous existence. As they discuss a romantic date, Red confronts his fears and insecurities, leading to a heart-stopping nightmare that threatens to unravel everything he holds dear. With love and trust on the line, can Red find the strength to embrace his new reality, or will the sins of his past consume him? Join Red and Sans in this tale of romance, self-discovery and the power of love.

I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus by andreabandrea (General Audiences, Complete)

"I was... his Santa. He was... my Rudolph." Asgore and Rudy share time together. Noelle gets a Gyftmas wish. | Request for uselessundertalefacts

Blinking Lights by perniciousLizard (Teen And Up, Complete)

It's Sans' first Gyftmas dating both Toriel and Grillby. It’s time to start some new traditions.

[papayacinnabun]

lando’s arms - cinnabun thoughts 18+

thinking about lando putting you in a headlock and fucking you from behind. he forces you to look into the mirror in front of the bed, watching as he thrusts into you deeply. nothing cute or gentle about it just pure carnal need, pounding into you as his bicep restricts your airflow.

he would whisper filthy things in your ear, telling you what a good girl you are for taking his cock. he would tease you about how much you liked getting fucked like this, like a little slut. your whines and moans would motivate him further, tightening the arm around your neck and reaching down between your legs with the other to work his fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

your orgasm crashes over you when he tightens his hold, the combination of the lewd visual in the mirror along with the restriction of air sent you over the brink. you sink your nails into his veiny arm as you ride out your high, eyes rolling back in pleasure. the sounds of skin slapping and your wetness lubricating his cock were obscene, echoing through the room.

seeing you come undone made his thrusts more determined, his release nearing as your pussy clenched helplessly around him. he groans at the feeling as he spills into you, fucking his cum deep inside so he can watch it leak out of your perfect cunt later.

a/n - just got back to school, sorry i dropped off the face of the earth but this picture brought me back to life ‼️‼️‼️‼️

have ideas? requests are open!!

masterlist

[nowoyas]

koi no yokan 37: unwelcome (nishinoya yuu/reader)

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A/N: happy saturday! things are rough right now in the political sphere. I couldn't get this chapter together in time to be able to do a bonus update to lift the spirits a little, but I'm gonna be here writing no matter what, I promise.

Summary: You're starting to think that life may just be a cycle of recovery and the things you're recovering from. All the same, you try to recover with grace.

Warnings and Tags: none in particular!

Word count: ~4200

You wake up to your phone blaring at you.

Your head hurts, your phone's too loud, you feel like the victim of a hit-and-run. For the briefest of moments, you half-expect to find Noya laying in the futon next to you, like you've just recently been concussed, like someone's going to chide you if you try to clean up any of your own messes. Except—this isn't Noya's bedroom. You're in your futon in your living room, Cinnabun in your arms. Your father's sitting on the couch nearby, actually, having looked up from his laptop at the noise.

You reach for your phone, intent on turning off the alarm. Too bad for you, you're officially recovered enough from the concussion to have to deal with your messes on your own again, and rather than an alarm going off, one of those messes is calling you right now.

You answer, unable to feel the building dread beneath the cough in your throat. You even manage a bleary hello? before you actually start coughing.

"Damn, you sound like shit," Asuka says in greeting. "Are you okay?"

You take a moment to catch your breath. "Uh, maybe. Sort of think my immune system's being put through one of those pasta maker things right now. Also, my lungs. What's up?"

"Did you forget? We had a date."

Ah, fuck. It's Sunday. That explains why your dad's home. "No, shit, sorry, I—I just woke up—" If you could stop coughing, you could maybe manage to explain yourself. "I think I need to reschedule. Otoo-san's taking me to the doctor, I think."

Your dad looks up from his laptop. He nods.

Asuka lets out a sigh through the phone. "Sorry you're not feeling well. Next Sunday?"

A nod. "I'm really sorry. I don't think you want whatever I have. Next Sunday."

"Feel better, [surname]-chan."

~

Somehow, returning to practice after having been sick never quite feels triumphant. It's embarrassing, really, not to mention the inherent fear—that the team won't be happy to see you, that you won't have been missed, that you're not welcome.

The gym is a place you've learned to breathe easy. As your feet cross the threshold today, you feel like you can't breathe at all.

You'd like to think you're somewhat of a master of denial, so you deal with this feeling the same way you deal with most feelings you'd rather go away: you try convincing yourself that it's only the cough overstaying its welcome and making your throat tight, that it's congestion in your chest making it difficult to breathe. If you can do that, maybe you'll calm down. Maybe you'll be okay.

Naturally, there are other plans in place for you, which is why, three steps into the gym, you find that there's a familiar pair of arms around your waist, that your feet have left the ground, that the world is spinning around you. You also find that the yelp you'd usually let out at such an injustice is replaced by another coughing fit. Lucky that you're wearing a mask.

Especially since Noya seems keen on holding you even when he knows you're sick.

He hasn't visited since the first day you were sick—mostly on your insistence. You've texted a lot, though—check-ins, updates on the team and the now-plural cats, pictures of or with one or both of the cats in question. When you'd been too busy coughing your brains out and missed a practice match, he'd even called to give you the play-by-play, so you didn't feel like you'd missed anything.

You hadn't told Noya you'd be back today, so maybe you should have expected him to scoop you up this way. This is the first time you've been around him—really been around him—since his little speech, since your little realization, and the proximity is killing you. "[name]-san! You're back!"

"Hi, Senpai," you reply weakly.

He keeps your feet off the ground, leans back with your weight as he grins up at you. He sways you gently. "You're feeling better? I see that mask."

"Just a precaution," you manage. "The doctor says I'm not contagious anymore, but I'm still coughing sometimes, so…"

Your words must have been too tight, too heavy, because Noya tilts his head and pouts a little. "You okay?"

"Nervous," you whisper back.

"Nervous?"

"Wired," you correct. "I dunno. I just wouldn't like me very much if I were any of your friends."

"Our friends," he corrects swiftly. "And they aren't mad at you, but if they cause any problems, you're gonna tell me."

You sigh a little. Brace a hand on his shoulder as he finally sets you down. "I'm not gonna make problems with the team. I'd rather—"

"Oh! By the way!"

You sigh. Let him steamroll you.

"I have cat news!"

"Cat news?" you repeat, marginally more excited. He's sent you plenty of pictures, plenty of little updates, but so far, Noya hasn't told you the important things: no name, no verdict.

He nods. "I wanted to tell you in person, but you banned me from getting too close while you were sick! We took him to the vet, and not only is he perfectly healthy, but! He's not chipped, and Okaa-san caved, so…" The edges of his grin soften a little. "You get full visitation rights for Tsuyu."

"Tsuyu?" you repeat. "You actually—you named him Tsuyu?"

"Turns out the girls love the joke."

There's a little twinge of emotion—you've been more emotional than usual recently—and then you're smiling beneath the mask. "That's—I didn't even bring it up."

"We all had a name to put into the ring, so…" A little tilt of the head. "I didn't have a better idea, so I gave credit instead."

"Oh thank god, you two are talking again," Ennoshita says from behind you. "Welcome back, [name]-san. Please never fight with Nishinoya again. He's miserable without you."

Your cheeks burn. "O-oh, come on, I'm sure it wasn't—"

"I am miserable without you," Noya moans. He's now draping himself over your shoulder. "You're my sunlight, I need you or else I'll—"

You snort, giggle, cut off in a cough. "Oh my god, shut up."

Kageyama, walking past, takes a moment to regard you both. "Please don't fight again. Nishinoya-san plays better when you're on good terms."

Before you fully process it, Noya's launched off of you in a tirade, barking something at Kageyama about crouch down to my level so I can lecture you, something about the implication that he hasn't been playing well recently, and Ennoshita takes the chance to sidle up beside you.

"It's good to see you back."

You don't believe it for a second. "Thanks."

"Mind if I ask what that whole deal was? I knew you guys were fighting, and his sister told him about the boyfriend in front of the second-years, so we found out about that pretty quick, but…"

You shrug. "There's… not that much more to it. We got into a fight that was stupid. I self-destructed a little bit for unrelated reasons and got a boyfriend out of it. I've talked to Noya-senpai, and I don't think he's exactly happy with it, but the air's cleared and I'm giving the boyfriend a solid chance since I already said yes."

He winces. "Ouch. It's not really my place to judge, but are you sure that's a good idea?"

A sigh. "Everyone so far has told me it's a horrible one, but… I mean, Senpai's basically sworn he's gonna make the guy hate him, so chances are we break up pretty quickly."

A raised eyebrow. "You're pitting them against each other?"

"I'd actually really rather not. The guy's not serious and he's kind of a known cheater, but… I dunno. Every time I've tried to break up over text I end up not sending it. Guess I'm trying to prove to myself that it won't work out or something. You can judge me if you want. I know I'm fucking all of this up."

"Statements like that are why I'm not judging you. Knowing you, you'll make it up to him."

"And the rest of you?" you mutter. "I don't know where to begin with everyone else."

He shrugs. "I think what you did was messed up, and Nishinoya seemed really upset by it, but I don't think you need to make things right with the rest of us as long as you make it right with him."

"Would that really rebuild any amount of respect, though? Everyone was looking at me differently when they found out."

"I mean, they probably were, yeah. It didn't make any sense. You went from tracking him down with homemade lunches for lunch dates—"

"—oh my god, how many times do I have to say it wasn't—"

"—because of some racy bet you weren't willing to give details about, to like… dating some random guy we'd barely even heard of. You didn't even look happy about it, and you're like, insanely easy to read with any amount of practice."

"What? No I'm not."

He levels a look at you. "Are you gonna tell me you're not jealous of Shimizu?"

"I'm not jealous. Jealous implies a level of catty and petty bullshit, and it's not like I'm putting the blame on her for it."

"But you don't like watching him simp after her."

"That's—shouldn't you be getting ready for practice?"

He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. "All I'm saying is, I think you're more welcome here than you think you are. Focus on making it up to Nishinoya, not the rest of us."

"What are you, my brother?" you grumble. He doesn't answer, so you add: "By the way, could I trouble you for your notes from the past two weeks ago at some point? I promised Noya I'd help him get caught up, so I'd like to have half an idea what I'm talking about."

"See? Like that. I'll text you my notes later, just remind me, alright?"

~

Honestly, the complete lack of treating you like shit on the part of the team is throwing you off. Over lunch, you work with Yachi to get caught up on missed assignments, and in afternoon practice, you're welcomed just as much as before. You suspect that Noya's influenced this, one way or another—probably told them not to hate you, even though you really were ready for it. You can see him, in your mind's eye, telling them in no uncertain terms to lay off.

Either way, he's happy to be around you, and you relax into his presence.

So much so that, on your way out of afternoon practice, you've almost forgotten that you have a boyfriend until he calls your name.

"Hey, there you are!" Asuka calls as he jogs to catch up. "I heard you were back at school today; you should've texted!"

Beside you, Noya is already wound up. You successfully fight back a cringe and elbow Noya a little, a silent plea to be nice.

"Sorry," you manage. "You know how it is with my head. Did you just get out of practice?"

He nods, grins. "Wanna walk home together? I feel like we haven't had any time together since I asked you out." His voice is subtly smug, his eyes on Noya as he speaks. "You two are talking again?"

Ah. He's trying to provoke Noya. You nod. "Yeah, we worked through it. I don't mind walking home with you, but Noya and I live pretty close, so he'll have to tag along. Is that okay?"

Asuka's eyes narrow. "I guess. It really can't be avoided?"

"No, sorry," you chirp. "I know you guys don't really click, but Noya-senpai is my best friend. He's non-negotiable. I'd like it if you at least tried not to start shit." Your eyes slide to Noya. "That goes for you, too, Senpai. Be nice."

Asuka sighs, falling into step beside you. When his arm settles over your shoulder, it takes every fiber of your being to resist tensing up. "Fine. I won't start shit."

"Asuka, right?" Noya says, smile tight. "Sorry about last time. I was having a bad day."

He flashes a tight smile in return. "No problem, man."

Bless everything, quite honestly, when the first of several coughs tears from your throat. You stop walking, buckle a little.

"You okay, [name]-san?" Noya asks when you've recovered.

You nod weakly. Asuka's stepped back from you—it's Noya's hand on your shoulder, steadying you all over again. "Yeah. Just can't shake the stupid cough, I guess."

Asuka frowns. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay for this weekend?"

Oh, right. Sunday. "I mean, I'm not contagious anymore or anything, but if you'd rather not…"

"Sunday?" Noya tilts his head.

"Yeah. We had a date, but I don't exactly wanna get sick, so…"

He snorts. "She just said she's not contagious."

"Boys," you interrupt sharply. "Are we trying not to start shit?"

"Sorry, [name]-san."

Asuka sighs. "You're sure you're all clear?"

You nod. "The doctor said I was clear if I made it a day without fever. It's been two or so. The cough is just like… leftover."

"Then… I guess it should be fine." He's hesitant, blissfully doesn't return his arm to your shoulder. "I'll pick you up after practice Sunday?"

"Sure."

You scrabble about in your head for any topic of conversation to shift to that doesn't lead to more tension between the guys. Noya's gone a little quiet, for reasons you can guess, but he ends up being the one who provides something, and for just half a second, you're grateful to hear him break the quiet.

"So, Asuka. You've got a sister, right?"

What the fuck, man.

Okay, wait, you can steer this: "Oh, really? I didn't know that! I'm so jealous. I don't have any siblings."

Asuka shrugs. "She's not that great. She's kinda stuck-up, honestly."

You affect a little pout. "It's lonely being an only child, though. I always wanted to have an older sister growing up."

Noya snickers. "Is that why you're so close to Satsuki?"

"A little," you admit. "It's also just because she's cool as hell. I'd probably be just as close with Mei-san and Kaede-san if they weren't so busy."

"You can have my sister," Asuka says jokingly. "Our parents are always comparing us and shit. It's obnoxious. Like, yeah, fine, Hitomi's never done anything wrong in her life, I get it."

You listen to him rant, walk together until he splits just past Sakanoshita. Approximately three seconds after he's said his goodbye—to you only, ignoring Noya completely—a warm arm winds around your waist. "You have a date this weekend."

His tone's almost accusing. Guilt surges in your chest.

"I told you I'd give him an honest shot. I think that probably involves at least one date."

"You could barely tolerate his arm over your shoulder. You're not gonna, like, develop feelings for him. You're barely even comfortable with him."

The implication is clear, of course, and you get it, but… "One date, Noya. I won't even give you details. You can pretend it never even happened."

"How am I supposed to do that? I'm not gonna be able to focus on anything if I know you're out running around with that jackass. It took all of my self control not to punch him just for touching you."

You neglect to point out that he's the one who needled him into not rescheduling again. "I appreciate your self-control. Genuinely." You sigh. "I'll make it up to you?"

"Come over, then. Kaa-san wants me to bring you over for dinner again soon, and I need a focus buddy. That, and someone to make Satsuki be extra careful so she doesn't over-season dinner again."

"Big criticisms from the guy who's had no real cooking lessons. And you're studying? Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm not studying yet," he corrects with a grin. "I can't study without eye candy. If I don't have your beautiful presence in the room with me, I'll never be able to focus."

A roll of the eyes. "Sure, right. I'm sure that's what you need."

As you near his place, the tension eases a little. He finds other topics of conversation, ones that don't hurt you both. "Did you mean what you said about wanting an older sister?"

You let out a fond huff. "Yeah. I guess I used to beg my parents for an older sister. I didn't get why they couldn't just make another kid who was older than me."

He laughs, tugs you a little closer. It's a bit difficult to walk this way, but you make it work, your head bumping against him as you walk. "Guess you've just gotta…" He trails off, like he's just remembered something. You glance up at him, watch the ease in his expression slip away.

"Noya? You okay?"

"No, yeah, sorry. So when're you gonna teach me to cook?"

"Um… hm. I gotta use up that chicken soon. If I'm not still dying tomorrow, do you wanna do tomorrow?"

"I also wanna do tomorrow if you are still dying. Is that an option?"

"Sure," you reply with a little laugh. "I'd love to."

~

Over snacks in the living room, you sit with Noya and you study. You get texts from Yachi for the notes you've missed while you were out and texts from Ennoshita with all the second years' notes from the past two weeks. You share them with Noya and redirect him whenever he loses focus, manage breaks. He's more restless than usual.

Just one date, you tell yourself. Just one.

When Satsuki catches sight of you on her way into the kitchen, you pretend not to notice the cold air that settles over your shoulders, the glare raking over you. You wait until you hear her start something in the kitchen, and then you call another break, silently thankful when Noya takes the chance to run to the bathroom. You wait two seconds after he's disappeared down the hall, and then, you join Satsuki in the kitchen.

"Hey, Heartbreaker," Satsuki greets. Half-joking, half-cold. "Heard you're staying with the baseball cuck."

You sigh, lean against the door frame. "For now. I'm just giving him an honest chance, since I already agreed to date him."

"I don't really get how I'm supposed to not be mad at you just because Yuu said not to be."

"I'd understand it if you were, but…" You shrug. "I'll tell you what I told him. I didn't do any of that to spite or hurt Senpai."

"You did hurt him, though. You get that, right? Just because you didn't want to doesn't mean you didn't." She moves confidently enough through the kitchen, no sign of whatever bad cooking Noya warned you of. That feels like so long ago now.

"I know. I'm trying to make that better, alright?"

"So what're you talking to me for? I'm not the one you hurt."

"Nee-san," you say, firm but quiet, "I'm trying to make things right with you because it clearly bothers you, and you're important to Noya-senpai."

She sighs. "If it's that important to you, maybe get some fucking therapy, I dunno. That, or just stop doing shit like this." Satsuki gestures vaguely, exaggeratedly, in your direction. The kitchen knife really punctuates her sentence differently.

"I am." The words catch in your throat a little, a harsh lump. "I talked to Otoo-san about it, and he agreed. I just have to settle on a list of therapists to try to get in with so he can start trying to make an appointment with one of them. We don't know when I start yet, but we talked about me going every other week so I don't miss too much club stuff."

She pauses. Stares at you, studies you. "You're really gonna get help?"

"I mean, I guess that depends on whether Otoo-san follows through, but I'm trying."

"Ugh." She groans, drops her head forward for a moment. "Fucking hate it when I can't even hold a grudge about the thing. Alright, Heartbreaker, give me the story. If you didn't do all this shit to hurt Yuu, why did you?"

"He's too real. I think that's all it is. Asuka-san is… really obviously just screwing around. I think he wants arm candy more than anything. He thinks he can pull me in with negging and childish bullshit, he barely wants to be around me—and like, he doesn't know a damn thing about me, but that's okay because he doesn't matter and this relationship doesn't matter. Everything with Senpai matters so fucking much."

"You know he's probably gonna cheat on you, if he isn't already? You know his sister's terrified of what happens if he or their parents find out about me? You know he treated me like shit when he came to me for information on you?"

You furrow your brow. "He… came to you about me?"

"Yeah. You haven't really had any need of my services, but usually if people wanna find stuff out about other Karasuno students, they end up coming to me. I'm just really good at asking the right people the right questions. Your boyfriend ended up coming to me when one of your volleyball friends wouldn't give him any information."

"I didn't hear about that. What did you, um…"

"Told him you were Yuu's girl and he should lay off before he gets a broken heart or a broken bone. I'm still holding out for both of those. Also, made him pay way more than my usual rates for way less information. He got, like, basically just your name and that you were a volleyball club manager for a whole bag of imported candy. Usually for shit like that someone would at least be getting a phone number and a good word, but he was on my bad side from the start, so…"

You snort. "What, just because he was interested in me?"

"No. If he'd backed off when I told him to, that'd be one thing, but he was a real dick the entire time. And that was before I looked into him."

Kinda wish you'd heard about this. It might not have changed all that much, but…

"I told Yuu to watch out for any guys trying to get close to you because Asuka was such bad news when I looked into him. I guess it kind of backfired, but, you know, I didn't do it for Yuu's sake, I did it for yours. The fact that keeping you from getting into a relationship with that guy would have been ideal for Yuu was a bonus. We're just worried about you."

You sigh. "I really, really hate it when people worry about me."

"Why?"

You pause. No one's ever asked you that before. You certainly haven't taken the time to think about the answer. "It just feels bad, alright? I don't like it."

"You should get over that. People are gonna care about you, and they're gonna worry, and they're gonna want nice things for you. It's part of fucking existing, Lovergirl."

"If it were that easy, I would," you grumble.

"Maybe just like… bring it up with your therapist, I dunno. But sometimes you gotta do things that aren't that easy. If not for your sake, then for the people that you care about. So buck the fuck up and get over it, so you can let people care about you."

This might be the least helpful pep talk you've ever received. Somehow, it's still sort of working?

"I was kinda gonna come in here and ask you to punch me and get it over with so I could earn your forgiveness," you mumble, "but I guess a pep talk works."

"Damn right it does. You're gonna work on your shit, you're gonna get that therapist, and you're gonna tell my brother you love him. Get those done, and you've got my forgiveness."

She's asking a lot. It's nothing you can't handle.

…someday.

Maybe.

Eventually.

"I… I'm not ready for that yet," you whisper. "But I promise, when I am, I…"

She smiles, easy and brilliant. "Great. I'll look forward to it."

~

Yuu slumps in the doorway, heart racing. He hadn't really wanted to eavesdrop—honestly, his goal had been to sneak up on you, but then he'd caught the conversation, and, well—he couldn't just interrupt like that.

So he didn't. So he listened.

So he heard Satsuki tell you to tell him you loved him.

So he heard you agree, quiet.

So his heart has moved into his throat for the foreseeable future.

He clutches his chest, as though that will help him catch his breath. He bites back on every marry me that threatens to burst from his throat. He counts them, to keep calm, to add to his journal.

Fuck any rivalry with your shitty boyfriend. Fuck your stupid date this weekend. He's already won.

(Times Noya's held back: 28)

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @kazunish

[ebonydraygon]

Here we go again... with kindness!

Tis time for my 2025 goals! Last year saw the loss of my regular larp group and immidate friends as a result so that threw things off. Hopefully this year I will regain a balance!

Creatively

Do more glass painting

complete a leather craft project

Make at least one piece of clothing for regular wear

Personally

Reduce Laundry backlog

leave house at least twice a week

post three shop updates in a year

General

Attend at least one nanobeans meeting outside of November

get rid of old bed from spare room

Get to the stage where we can get a cat!

The cat goal stays until cat happens! Like always, we’ll check back at the end of the year to see how well I stuck to my goals. Here’s hoping this year will be easier than the last.

And now… onto the thanks and commendations!

@drinkingisgoodforyou: I still love yooooou. You have put up with me for twelve years, you aren't escaping me any time soon!

@spacekeet: Fingers crossed we can do some more collaborative writing projects in the year ahead and if you need any random inspiration again, you know where I am

@uupiic, @smolsleepyfox, @electricpentacle: Hail to the GloryFam and introducing me to new music, nonsense and bouncing ideas off!

@geesuv: Glorious GM and provider of all things esoteric and strange! I am really looking forward to what the future of our vampire campaign will be, especially with the return of my Lasombra and I will get round to proofreading your fiction, I promise!

@amajordoseofinsanity: Other GM and provider of bird and animal facts! I look forward to getting you to try the Cryptozoology boardgame I got!

@blastedking: I know this has been a tough year for you but just know you continue to be my writing and art idol, and I am saving the pennies for when I can commission you for art for my next fic!

Honourable mentions to @seeby28​, @abominablesnowdude, @spectacularbastard, @pyjamamage, @cinnabun-bunny, @hamenthotep, @adria-mal-doran and @anser-crystallan as well as all the people I have come to learn who lurk on my blog. Hello! And thank you all for being wonderful people!

Onwards to the year ahead! And hopefully this one will be nice and not throw out suden surprises...

[deityofproendos]

hello! absolutely adore your packs! could we please request a drowser/sleeper based on soft + fluffy things, clouds, cats + sheeps, light dull colours, quietness, wintertime. some emojis for vibes! 💤☁️🐑🐈‍⬛🌑🌙🌠❄

for specific things: entirely neutral gender but i dont mind a mildly masc presentation. orientation = nullian. species = Not Exactly Human (no anthro please). for appearance skin = Light Brown to match with body, white fluffy hair.

medium pack please! with added favourite things!

thank you! sorry if this is too much!

Of course!! This was a ton of fun to do. I think by anthro you meant furries and things like that so I hope what we went with is ok!

HEADMATE #010 - MEDIUM PACK

(pt: Headmate 10 - Medium pack)

Headmates will not show up exactly how presented, and that is ok and normal!

(pt: Headmates will not show up exactly how presented, and that is ok and normal!)

Name: Tulli, Tully, Tilly, Tabi

Pronouns: They/them, it/its, fluff/fluffself, paj/ama

Gender: Agender

Sexuality/orientation: Nullian

Species: Human Sheep Hybrid (human with sheep horns)

Role: Sleeper

Age: 17

Favorite things: Holiday: Winter solstice, Color: Sky blue, Animal: Cats, Media: Kung Fu Panda, Music artist: SAFIA, Season: Winter, Food: Cinnamon rolls

Personality: Quiet and withdrawn, usually very calm. Always yawning. Doesn't like being touched but does likes cuddles from people its close with. Paj is fine with small talk but they prefer to have conversations around other people's interests instead and like being infordumped and ranted to. Casually will drop the most badass and thought provoking one liners in normal conversation.

Likes: Sleeping, snow, marshmallows (not roasted, just plain), sheep, cats, penguins, stargazing, storytime youtubers (especially JaidenAnimations), cinnabun, rain

Dislikes: Chores, hot tempatures, horror movies/shows/games, romance movies, discourse, taking photos, clothes with feathers (overstimulating), campfire smoke getting in fluff's face

Alterhuman identities: Black cat holothere, Long furred orange tabby therian (spiritual + believed past life) feline cladohearted

Hobbies: Daydreaming, counting, sledding, making popsicles, stargazing, writing/doodling in their notebook

Aesthetic(s): Sleepcore

Picrews: (1) (2) (3)

[redroomroaving]

Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor

(Boraldus/cinnabuns/harpermance/source of my dopamine ship name tbd)

I've been writing about these two a bit lately. <3