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ssvnriseya · 2 months

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HIS REASON (D.D)

summary - you went on a run with daryl and there was things that got discovered.

warnings: angst/slight fluff, mention of merle's death, mention of sophia's death, mean!daryl, intended lowercase.

note: okay, so this is my first time writing angst. i don't know if it will make you cry! i'm still practicing. :)

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"dumb idiot." you murmured at daryl and then frowned at him, he kept his serious face on and continued walking beside you on the road.

you both had been assigned by rick to go on a supply run down things like clothes or toys that the kids at the prison might need.

you didn't expect to be partnered with daryl, considering you both like to be in an argument every now and then. you almost begged rick to switch daryl with michonne or sasha. he rejected you saying michonne was busy looking for the governor and sasha was busy with fence duty.

he also said something along with "you both need this, to get used to being on runs together. you can't bicker forever like an old married couple. maybe you might even get along after this run."

you ignored him after that, muttering things like "it's that old jerk's fault. never really did anything to him.'' and "he's the old lady who's always on periods!"

you and daryl always fought. you didn't know where it even went wrong. you and daryl were close back to the start of atlanta, but when he lost his dick of a brother, he went crazy. he snapped at you to the point of ruining the friendship you had.

you did everything to try and patch things up with him, you went to his room and cdc and tried to talk to him in his drunken state, you went to comfort him when he got shot by andrea in the head, you took his side every time shane gets cranky like a grumpy grandpa, you stated by his side when he was so disappointed in himself when you all found sophia at the barn, you comforted him when merle died.

but all you ever did seemed to make him hate and loathe you even more, he got angrier to the point of snapping in front of everyone.

"why can't you just mind your own business, woman?!"

he shouted and then everyone at the atlanta group, who's eating stopped. you did what he said, you tried to mind your own business but you still can't help but worry for him whenever he goes on runs or risks his life.

you tried to avoid him the best you can, you didn't snoop your nose into his life.

"‘ere." daryl spoke up snapping you out of your thoughts. you walked by him and didn't cast a glance at him, you entered the store without much say and tip-toed through the room.

you spotted different clothes and went near it. you examined it if there were any holes and picked everything left, shoving it in your duffel bags.

you left the bags on the floor for a moment and explored the store, going through the toys section, you smiled as you held up baby stuff for judith. it has been your dream to have kids, but under health circumstances, you can't.

you shoved the rattle on your backpack and picked up car toys for carl and patrick, and dolls for the other girls. your smile dropped when you looked at the baby clothes, you sighed sadly and picked up a few dresses and leggings for judith.

what you didn't know was daryl saw the way you smiled when you saw the toy and the way your smile faltered when you saw the baby clothes.

"what you got?" you asked daryl when you saw him by the food section. he shrugged and gestured to the bags that were filled with can foods.

"that's amazing, the kids will be happy." you smiled for a second then dropped it, clearing your throat. you walked away from him and went to the gadget aisle.

you picked up a few cameras and films for glenn, he loved taking pictures of maggie and her ring. you were happy for them yet envied their love. you saw a few comics and took the rest off the shelves, you went back for your other bags and took it.

you went to the exit and waited by the sliding door, you stood there for a few minutes before daryl came out with his bags.

"daryl, are you done?" you asked him and walked ahead of him, to the car with dust to make it look abandoned when someone goes on runs.

you opened the trunk and carefully placed the bags inside it, daryl following your movements. "ye' the food aisle only got a few, took it and packed it in ma' bag." he nodded and closed the trunk.

you nodded and went to the passenger's seat, taking a seat. daryl followed but to the driver's seat, he soon started the car and drove the way home.

about a half hour to the drive the car came to a stop slowly with a loud sound, the engine sputtered and smoke came out.

you went out of the car and inspected it with daryl, "the hell, i thought this car was fine... rick said it was." you groaned.

"it jus' needs a new battery, then it'll be fine." he spoke and you nodded. "never trust what rick says, you trust him so easily."

he frowned at you and your mouth gaped open with shock, "excuse me? what? are you saying that we can't trust ricky dicky?" you stared at him in disbelief.

"what? he might have planned this with glenn and maggie! for all i know you could be on this too." he accused you.

"me?! what do i hav— what maggie, glenn, rick and i have to do with this?!" you hissed at him in frustration.

"to get the 'get along with daryl' plan successfully! isn't that what you desperately wanted?! snooping into my business every now and then!" he shouted.

"i'm not that desperate to get along with you to get us stranded here! you're a jerk, a fucking big dick!" you glared at him.

"you begged me f' months to be friends with ye' again, what am i supposed to think?!" he was turning red.

"shut the fuck up. i don't know who the fuck you think you are to make it seem i am so obsessed with you! you pushed me away without saying anything! y–you abandoned me, you always yell at me when you know damn well i hated being yell at..." your voice broke and tears filled your eyes.

he stayed silent and stared at you. shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"i never get to know what i did wrong, dare... i–i stay awake every night an–and wonder what i did wrong for you to hate me so fucking much." you ranted.

"you did nothing, 't was jus' me." he looked down at the ground, you laughed painfully.

"that's supposed to make me feel better? i can't look at rick without thinking of what he did to him... y–you forgave him with that big of a sin to you, yet me? i'm the one who did nothing wrong to you! a–and yet you can't even look at me in the eyes without snapping." you admitted.

"‘m sorry." he looked into your eyes and you can see the pain, confusion and anger in them.

"that's not supposed to fix things, dixon..." you shook your head and went to inspect the other cars on the road for battery.

"look... you don't understand." he followed after you, you pulled half your body out of the car's window and looked at him with an expecting gaze.

"then make me understand, dixon. 'cause like you fucking said, i don't understand." you challenged him.

"if you knew, you might hate me." he furrowed his eyebrows at you, you scoffed and walked away from him.

"just tell me. it's not that hard." you muttered as you checked the trunk of the car. you found a couple of rubbish piles and went through it, daryl right beside you in an instant.

"i can't." he whispered in an almost pained voice, your heart ached and you frowned at him, he was looking down and sadness was obvious on his face.

"you can't or you won't?" you asked with a chuckle. you looked at him once again and saw he was biting his nails, indicating that he was nervous.

"fuck, don't make this hard for me." he spoke in a shaky voice.

"it's not just hard for you, don't you think it's hard for me too?" you asked, offended that he only referred to himself.

"did you fucking spent a year chasing for a man who hates you?" you asked and he stayed silent, you nodded. "like what i thought."

"i don't hate you..." he said and leaned on the side of the car, he looked at you with an intense gaze that made your stomach flutter.

"really? well, you act like it." you scoffed once again and walked away from him, you went to a few other cars without daryl following you, he was just on that same car.

he was zoned out and seemed to be in deep thought, if you didn't know better you might think he will cry. but no, that man is strong and brave.

you went back with 2 batteries, not knowing if they work. you shoved it to his chest and he stumbled back, making you almost feel bad.

"there, check if it works. and if it does, then thank the heavens above 'cause you get to come home and not stay here much longer." you ranted.

you rolled your eyes at him and walked away, going towards where your car is parked, you waited by the side and watched him slowly walk towards you.

"i've got feelings f' ye'. that's why i avoided you." he spoke in a loud voice making you halt in your footsteps to get away from him when he went by your side.

"w–what?" you asked, not believing him. it might just be his excuse for you to not hate him or something.

"i thought it will jus' slow m' down and make m' weaker." you stared at his dixon's blue, there was genuineness in his eyes.

"i..." you were speechless and didn't know what to say, the man you thought hated you, just confessed his feelings for you.

"it didn't fade. it made m' weaker somehow. i realized i need you back in m' life but it was too late." he admitted, a smile on his face. "feels good to take the weight off ma' shoulder."

"are you serious?" you asked him with concerned eyes. he might be lying and is just playing with your feelings.

"how about, let's start over?" he suggested and smiled warmly at you, a rare emotion from him nowadays.

"o–okay." you nodded, still flustered by his confession. you smiled at him, there's still doubt inside you but you were willing to start over with daryl dixon: the last man standing.

you will forgive him for those months, almost a year, that he treated you bad. but you still will try to forget the pain he caused you with the new memories you might be able to make.

"turns out, rick is right..." you muttered with a silly smile, disbelief in your face that rick was right, only a few hours ago if you were told that you and daryl will get along well again, you might have laughed your ass off.

"i'm daryl dixon." he smiled and held out his hands for you to shake his, you smiled and felt as if your stomach was filled with butterflies. you felt warm and accepted his hands, saying your name.

and it's the start of a new story.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Jumping into your inbox with a request babe!!

Could you possibly write ‘car sex’ with Tony??? Young or not, that’s up to you!

Thank you 🌸

A wild ride

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 875 words

SUMMARY || You recently discovered that you're carrying Tony's baby, and while life has changed drastically for you both, you're also settling into a comfortable routine. Tony has taken you to a food festival tonight, and you'll seal the night with lovemaking under the stars and fireworks.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Young!Tony Stark AU. Pregnancy fic. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Pregnancy kink. Breeding kink. Dirty talk. Semi-public sex. Car sex. Clothed sex. Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie. Aftercare.

A/N || This drabble is part of Nicoline's Summer of Drabbles. The drabble takes place during the events of Reveal, but can be read as a standalone. This was such a cute and fun story to write, and I always enjoy taking a look in their dynamic before they had children! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I’m very thankful 🤍

Photo: @ccbsrmsf1 || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

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It's been almost two weeks since you discovered you're pregnant with Tony’s baby. While it was a huge shock at first, you're both settling into a routine that allows you to enjoy it as much as possible.

Tonight, Tony has driven you both to a small town near New York, where they're hosting a week-long food festival. After trying all the delicious food, you're now seated in the large trunk of his car on a blanket, some pillows, and some more food you two bought at the festival, ready for the fireworks to begin.

"Y'know, I still can't believe we're having a baby next year! Out of all the things I thought I would experience when I am 21, this surely isn't one of them," you tell Tony, your hand splayed over your small bump.

"Neither can I, Sunshine, but knowing I'm going to have a baby with someone as amazing as you make every second worth it. They'll be the perfect addition to our lives and a beautiful mix of our shared love, too," Tony says as he puts his hand next to yours. The butterflies in your stomach go wild at his words, and a smile adorns your features as you listen to him.

"You're right. I look forward to seeing the little feet kicking me in a few months! It's going to be amazing, My Love." You give him a soft kiss on his lips, and he's shifting uncomfortably as you pull away, making you raise a brow at him.

"Sorry, it's just... Whenever I think of you with a large belly and boobs about three times the size they are now, I'm instantly getting hard," he confesses with a deep red blush on his cheeks, making you chuckle at the cuteness.

"Is that so? Well, maybe we should do something about that then. There's no one around for miles to spot us, and I've been craving you and your delicious cock all day," you tell him in a steady voice, though the nerves are practically soaring through your body at the confession.

"Please," he breathes out, his pupils taking over most of his dark brown eyes as his lust starts to grow, making the hunger for him inside you grow along with it. Before you know it, Tony's comfortably lying on his back as you're straddling him, his achingly hard cock lined up with your dripping, needy heat.

"God, I can't wait to fill you up again, Sunshine. Keep you pregnant all the time with my babies," he groans as you sink onto his cock, stretching you to perfection while soft moans tumble from your lips. His hands are gripping your dress tightly as you take all of him.

As you set a slow, comfortable pace, your brows are pulled together, lifting yourself before sinking again. Your hands lie on his chest as your gaze is locked on your boyfriend. Behind you, the fireworks are turning the sky into a beautiful display of colors, though neither of you pays any attention to it.

"You feel so good, Sunshine, taking my cock like a good little slut," he grumbles with a smirk, which makes you clench around him, a whine leaving your lips as the moment feels more intense than ever before. Anyone walking could technically see you by only adding fuel to your fire as you bend down, capturing Tony's lips in a bruising kiss as your tongues fight for dominance.

"C-close, Tony," you moan as you pull away, and he takes the hint as he plants his feet on the floor of the car, his hips setting an almost bruising pace that has you seeing stars in no time. In time with the giant finale of the fireworks, you cum around his cock with a loud shout of your boyfriend's name, and he spills every last drop of his cum inside you as well, painting your walls white.

As you collapse on top of him, he's whispering sweet words in your ear, his hands rubbing your back soothingly until you've both come down from your highs. Once you've regained your strength, you push yourself up to look into your boyfriend's eyes again, and you can't help but smile at the pink tint on his cheeks.

You climb off his lap before reaching for some baby wipes Tony always has in the car. Usually, they're for cleaning your hands after getting take-out - which happens more and more since you're already getting a few pregnancy cravings - but today, they're coming in handy as you're cleaning yourself and Tony up from your adventure.

"I love you, Tony. And I can't wait to carry all the babies you're putting in me once the time comes," you tell him, his head immediately snapping over to where you're sitting. Before he can say anything, you put a chocolate-covered strawberry in his mouth, making him chuckle.

"I wuv you," he mumbles around the fruit, making you chuckle this time as you get comfortable by his side, lying there for just a bit longer until it's time to go back to your dorm and catch Natasha up on everything that has happened today and during the night. After all, she wants to know the details about your date as soon as possible.

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cwritesforfun · 21 days

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Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x Fem!Reader: Your Dad's Biggest Fan (Request)

Ginger = Your Name L/N = Your Last Name *** I do not own any of the Bear characters or plot***

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Your POV - The Meet Cute

You write lifestyle reviews for Chicago in the Chicago Times and you often get to visit really cool events in the city that you love. You get to attend music festivals, visit new hotels, and just enjoy the city for pay. However, your favorite part is getting to try different kinds of cuisine in the city and you love to shout out places that you truly enjoy visiting because they all deserve success for their hard work. You've always enjoyed food and writing, so this felt like the perfect job for you.

Your father is an amazing cook with restaurants and Michelin stars to prove it. You're used to people using that information against you or for their personal benefit, so you stopped telling people about him. You even started going by your mother's maiden name, so nobody connected you to your father. Your work knows who your father is and you host the annual holiday party at one of his restaurants, which is fine to mix work and family once a year. Your friends like your father, but they don't use you to get to him, which is nice to have people who truly care about you. It's why you find it hard to date because people seek to use you at every turn.

Your work brings you joy and you love doing it. So getting an email from one of the chefs asking you to meet at their restaurant to talk terrifies you. You went to the Bear, a new restaurant that had once been a sandwich shop called the Beef. Your father liked their sandwiches and would often get them when he was on that side of Chicago. The Bear had just opened with a new menu and they hosted a press night where reviewers in the city came to discover more about the restaurant. You were sent by your newspaper company. You met up with other reviewers that were attending the event and you had a blast. The staff was courteous and kind, they also knew what you needed before you needed it. The food was hot and tasty and melted in your mouth. The bathrooms and space were clean. The wine selection matched perfectly with the meal. The Head Chef, Carmen Berzatto even came out of the kitchen to thank everyone. He was young and cute, and he seemed passionate about his place. You commended the event as one of your favorites and talked up the staff in your article. You even mentioned going to the Beef before it became the Bear. You showed your support, so you were confused about why you were being invited back for a chat. It worried you.

You get off the metro train and make your way over to the Bear. You show up outside and notice they're not even open. This makes you even more confused. You open the front door, step in, and see the staff all sitting at the tables eating lunch from what it looks like. They all turn to face you and you exclaim, 'Hi, I'm Ginger from the Chicago Times. I was told to meet Chef Carmen Berzatto here for a meeting now." The guy you recognize as the chef, Carmen Berzatto, looks up and says, "Oh wow you're on time." You reply, "Yes sir, I recognize that we all have a lot going on, so being punctual is always something I strive for. I usually am 10 minutes early to events, but the metro here was packed." A girl sitting at the table says, "I get that, I hate the metro. My name is Sydney. Nice to meet you, Ginger." You reply, "Nice to meet you, Sydney." You see a man near Camen Berzatto ask, "What made you get into reviews? Oh, and I'm Richie." You answer, "Hi Richie. Well I love writing and I love food, so I wanted to combine them for my job. My mom has always told me to work hard to succeed and that's what I did. Chicago Times liked some of my pieces for college and I started as an intern before I became the full-time lifestyle reviewer I am today. It's great." Richie asks, "And you've been to the Bear before opening?" You answer, "My father used to take me here growing up when I was a kid. And whenever I was on this side of town after college, I always returned to the Beef. You all were always packed and everyone was always friendly." Carmen Berzatto asks, "So you weren't lying in your article, that was all real?" You answer, "Yes sir. I am always completely open and honest about my experiences even if they're being paid for by the company. I never want to lie to readers or companies about what I feel." Carmen Berzatto replies, "Your article helped us a lot after you visited. People kept coming in mentioning the Chicago Times article and your support for us. We just wanted to see if you would sign some copies for us to keep." OH MY GOSH!!! Why am I going to cry?!?! You reply, "Oh my! I would be so happy too. That makes me so happy. I truly think you all deserve so much success. You can tell each of you has worked so hard to get to this point and you're all passionate about food. I am a happy supporter of The Bear." You sign copies of the newspaper, get a slice of cake to go, and you say goodbye to the staff. They encourage you to come back and they will push everyone out of the way to serve you, which you thank them for.

As you leave, you start walking down the street until you hear your name. You turn and see Carmen Berzatto running after you. You start walking back towards him and he stops running. You ask, "What's up?" He answers, "I just regret not telling you this one-on-one. I really did appreciate what you said and how you mentioned that I seemed so passionate even just from my small speech to everyone. It was nice to see that people could tell from one moment and it made me feel hopeful." You reply, "No problem, Carmen Berzatto. I can tell you'll do great things with the Bear." He smiles and says, "Please call me Carmy." You reply, "Ok then thank you Carmy." He smiles even wider and says, "I don't normally do this, but you seem so bright and happy. I just think if I don't ask then I'll never see you again and I want to see you again, so would you want to go out on a date?" You answer, "Sure. I'd love to. You already have my number, so just text me. I know you have a crazy schedule and I'm pretty open this month, so let me know when you want to go out." He nods and says, "Ok I will. You got it. Well, have a great rest of your day." You reply, "You too, Carmy."

That was the start of your relationship with Carmy.

Your POV - Telling Your Dad

You smile as Carmy texts you during your family dinner and your father asks, "Ginger, what are you smiling about? Surely it's the roast and potatoes, right? Or is there something you want to tell us?" Your father was honest like you, so there was no way to hide this any longer than you have been. You answer, "I have a boyfriend and we've been dating for 6 months. He is taking a 15-minute break at work right now, so he was texting me. He's a chef and his name is Carmy. He used to work at the Beef, but now it's the Bear." Your father says, "No way, I loved the Beef. I'd love to go sometime to the new restaurant, can you ask for his availability on Wednesdays? I'm always off on Wednesdays and you, your mom, and I can go eat there one day or night. It doesn't have to be next week, but by the end of the month would be cool. I'd love to meet your boyfriend." You reply, "Sure Dad. I can ask." He replies, "Good good. Now tell me more about him and his food." You laugh and talk with your family.

Your POV - Telling Your Boyfriend

You did the nice thing and told your boyfriend about your family wanting to eat at his restaurant on a Wednesday day or night. Carmy was excited and he was able to find a table 2 weeks after that you could sit at for a lunch service. Carmy even told you that lunches are calmer, so he could stop by for his break to talk to your family. Richie would be working as your server, which you liked because Richie could talk and your father loved to ask questions.

It's one week away and Carmy is cooking you both dinner. He always takes off at least one night a week to have a normal night with you and you love it. It's always nice and his food is amazing.

After dinner, you turn on the TV and it's your dad's cooking show. Carmy hands you a glass of wine and your box of cookies before you ask, "How do you feel about cooking shows?" Carmy sits next to you on the couch and answers, "You know how I feel about them. They're just ways for chefs to promote themselves and their businesses, which is nice. But usually, they do it because you get paid a lot. Why?" You answer, "Oh uh well Chef L/N's cooking show was on. I just wondered how you felt about his show." He replies, "I admire the he** out of him. He's inspirational. The way he compliments each drink from appetizer to dinner to dessert on his menu is next-level genius. His staff are also brilliant at transforming the guest experience. I want the Bear to have that level of success. And..." Carmy then goes on a whole monologue about your father and how he loves him. You smile and say, "Ok well let's just say he is my dad and you're meeting him next week. He'd probably love to hear that from you." Carmy gasps and asks, "What are you talking about?" You answer, "I don't ever tell people about my dad because they use me... but you're meeting him next week and I think you should know who he is before then. The last name I've been using for the last 6 months is my mother's maiden name." He replies, "Holy sh**!!! And he's going to be at my restaurant next week! He's been to the Beef several times." You reply, "Oh don't bring that up. He misses the Beef like crazy." He laughs and replies, "Okay. Wow, let's not watch his cooking show right now. I think I'll go crazy." You laugh and turn on a movie.

NEXT WEEK ~ YOUR POV

You spent the night with Carmy and at 5 am as he is getting ready, you hand him your coffee and exclaim, "I'll see you at noon baby." He gasps and says, "Oh sh** I am cooking for my idol today. I need my lucky knife and my lucky shirt." He then starts running around frantically and you rub your eyes. Is he freaking out? Is it too early for this? You are tired. You move in front of Carmy as he walks and you place your hands on either side of his arms. You say, "Please, don't freak out. Treat today like a normal day. Be calm and you've got this. My father is just a normal human at the end of the day. Remember that." He replies, "Yeah yeah. I'm going to tell my staff beforehand because this is big." You reply, "Okay. Well, goodbye and good luck." You send him out with a kiss on his lips.

Hours later, you show up at your house and are driving to the Bear with your parents. You park nearby and walk to the restaurant.

As you walk there, you ask, "Hey Dad, can I tell you something?" Your father answers, "What's up sweetie?" You answer, "Carmy is a huge fan of yours and nearly freaked out this morning. He was calm when I first told him, but today was bad. He couldn't find his lucky shirt and he said his lucky knife was at work. I just want you to go easy on him because I really care about him." Your father replies, "No problem, sweetheart."

You arrive and Neil Fak greets you happily. He shows you to the table and Richie immediately pops up. Richie's jaw drops a little at seeing my father, but he quickly recovers. Richie introduces the Bear and the menu then leaves to get the wine my father chose.

My father exclaims, "I like this place. The people are friendly." My mother adds, "And their service is fast." You reply, "Carmy told them that Dad was going to be here. I think they're all nervous and excited." My mother replies, "I bet they are. Poor things. We should invite them over. Are they ever closed?" You answer, "Mondays. They sometimes are unloading and restocking stock though, so they go in for half the day. You should ask Carmy for the specifics." Your father replies, "Oh I have a few things to ask ole Carmy boy now." You reply sternly, "Dad." He replies, "Ok fine. It's nothing bad. Don't worry."

Richie returns and you're all served. You three eat up the food and it's delicious as always. Dessert shows up and you notice Carmy walking your way. You notice his hands are a little shaky and you stand up. You hug him as soon as he reaches you and he presses a kiss to your cheek before you whisper, "He's just a person. It's all fine." You kiss his lips gently before introducing him to your parents. He slides into the seat next to you as you three talk over dessert. Conversation flows and is going well.

My father asks, "So, I hear you really like my daughter and she really likes you." Carmy smiles and says, "Yes sir. I really like your daughter." My father asks, "And what are your intentions with her?" Carmy answers, "Well sir... uh... I really like her and I'm falling in love with her. She's always supportive and kind. She lights up every room she walks in and people like her. I find her to be the person in my life that I look to for cheering up. I also think I cheer her up. You'd have to ask her though. I just think she's the most perfect and amazing that a person can be... and she has you as her father. Sir, I've looked up to you for a while. I think your work ethic and your drive set you apart from other chefs. Your show doesn't feel like a money grab and it's clear to me you love your family, which is great." My father smiles and says, "Well I appreciate it, son. Now do you think your staff would be free on Monday afternoon? Ginger says you have to unload stock, but I assume you get hungry doing all that heavy lifting. I'd love to treat your staff to some lunch at mine." Carmy replies, "Sure sir. That sounds amazing. We're usually done by 2 pm, but then we'll have to drive there. I'm not sure how long it takes, but I'm sure no later than 3:00 is fine for us." My mother replies, "Great, we cannot wait to host. We'll have Ginger give you the address and times. You can give her the number of staff that will show up, so we can plan accordingly." Carmy nods and my father asks, "Can I say thank you to your staff? I noticed they kept trying to get a glimpse of me from the kitchen. I just want to thank them and you. I really did have a lovely time this afternoon and would love to come again." Carmy answers, "Yeah haha they'd really love to hear it. I better get back to work. I'll see you all soon then." He kisses you, hugs your parents, and goes back to the kitchen.

Your father goes in after him and you watch through the window at your father giving some big speech. You see the smiles on everyone's faces and you're happy for them all. You notice your father pat Carmy on the back and you laugh. Carmy is going to freak out. HAHA!

NEXT WEEK on Monday ~ YOUR POV

You had asked for a half day at work and you were still at work at 2:00 pm in a meeting. It finished, you quickly packed up, sent your last emails, and dashed to the metro. You hopped on and went to your family home.

As you walk your way down your street, you see cars parked out front of your house. I guess everyone from the Bear is already there. Hopefully, your father has kept the questioning Carmy to a minimum. Carmy told you last week that it was so exciting to have him there and meet my family. He also said his staff couldn't stop talking about the meal at your parent's place.

You knock and your mother opens it. She pulls you into a hug and says, "Oh hi sweetie. I thought you would be here earlier." You reply, "I tried to leave, Mom. But I didn't want to leave in the middle of the meeting." She replies, "You're just like your father... Speaking of, your boyfriend has been helping him this afternoon and they seem to be getting along. You should grab him and get him to eat. He's only been eating little snacks with your father." You laugh and say, "Ok Mom." She replies, "You look lovely sweetie. You in business casual make us all look lame." You laugh and say, "I was actually going to change up in my room real quick before I say hi to people." She nods and she lets you go. You finish changing in your bathroom and jump when you see Carmy in your bedroom looking around. You exclaim, "Hey Carmy. What are you doing up here?" He sees you and smiles. You kiss him and he answers, "Your mom said you had to talk to me. You were in the bathroom, so I just waited out here." You reply, "My mom thinks you've been working too hard today. She said you started helping him when you got here and she wanted you to have lunch. She wanted you to see me so she knew you were being looked after. It's a mom thing." He replies, "Oh that's really sweet of her. I can take a break and eat with my lovely girlfriend." You reply, "I almost thought you said eat your lovely girlfriend." He gasps and replies, "Babe, we're at your family home. Oh speaking of it, your mom did show your baby album to everyone. Everyone loved it. You were so cute." You reply, "We're making a pit stop to talk to my mom first then we can eat." He laughs then follows you.

You make a plate of food and find space on a couch next to Sydney. Carmy slides next to you and puts an arm around your waist. Everyone starts asking you about your baby photos. Oh gosh... this is great. Richie seems to like this one where you resemble a gremlin and everyone suddenly thinks you need bangs again.

Your father pulls a chair up and so does your mom. Everyone talks, laughs, and enjoys the day.

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#carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #fanfic #the bear imagine #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear #the bear carmy #carmy bear #carm #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader

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dunmeshichilchuck · 3 months

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For That One Guy On Tumblr, part 2

Chilchuck x !fem !Halffoot Reader

@dunmeshimeshi @leguink

Yes, union! What-" Chilchuck stopped and frowned. "Wait...how long had this dungeon been open when you entered?"

"...maybe six months? I joined on with a party dedicated to finding and destroying the mad mage instead of treasure hunting. How long has it been?"

There was a stunned silence.

Finally it was broken by Chilchuck whistling through his teeth. "pheeeeeeewwww, you've been here a long time then. It's been almost six years since this dungeon was discovered."

The tall man beamed. "Woooahhhh this is so cool! I guess it doesn't matter how long it's been, as long as the body isn't too damaged and everything is there the soul sticks around! That means if we preserved bodies in something like vinegar they could stay in stasis indefinitely!"

The elf rounded on him. "thats not- this poor person just found out she's been...gone for almost six years and that's your reaction??"

The tall man raised his hands defensively. "It could just have a lot of applications, okay? Has anyone even been ABLE to be revived after so long? No one thought it would be possible but clearly-" he gestured at you "she's living proof it is!" He stopped abruptly, as if realizing something. "Ah, sorry! What's your name? I'm Laois!"

Your mind whirled. How did this happen? What about the people you knew? Oh god, what about your sister? She'd be up near what...27 now? Was she technically the same age as you now? God she'd never let you live that down.

"I'm...y/n....six...six years? How is that even possible? Oh! Who wound up defeating the mad mage? Did they wind up being the ruler like the dead guy said?"

There was an awkward silence. Finally Laois said "ahh...hmmm... Well he's not been defeated yet...people have been trying all this time..."

"What...? How? We figured we had to get in fast before everyone else started flooding in but....six years? Has someone at least gotten close?"

A sudden pang of regret struck you. There was no hurry. Your party could have prepared more. You could have vetted your party members more....maybe you could have made it. And since Laois would definitely know if they had succeeded...they were either dead or given up. The thought gave you some small satisfaction.

You hoped it was a trap that did them in. Fuckers shouldn't have tossed you aside so easily.

Laois continued "but! I think we've got a solid shot at it now! So don't worry, we'll definitely defeat the mad mage!"

Chilchuck quietly snorted, and rolled his eyes at you.

The elf stepped in. "It's nice to meet you y/n! My name's Marcille." She pointed at the dwarf and then the cat girl and said "his name's Senshi, and she's Izutzumi."

"Nice...nice to meet you..." You stuttered out.

"Nice to meet you!" Senshi said, smiling up at you. Izutzumi just continued looking bored.

"Food is ready!" Senshi continued "now I'm sure you have more questions for us, but you must be starved from resurrecting and there's no rush. Let's eat a meal first and then we can talk. But! Before we eat you're going to need to wash up and get some fresh clothes. No sense in eating a meal with dirty hands."

You looked down at yourself, he was right, you were filthy and your clothes hung off you in tatters, grimy and soaked with disgusting water. Now that you paid attention, to your embarrassment you realized you definitely smelled.

Marcille hung up some blankets to give you some privacy so you could quickly rinse off, and you could hear them rustling around in packs and discussing what would fit you. The water felt amazing, and you realized even before your....death. you hadn't bathed in a very long time. You must have already absolutely reeked before you went into the ice.

After a few minutes Marcille popped back inside triumphantly brandishing a pair of pants, a shirt, and a...length of white fabric? The shirt looked like it would fit you, the pants....not so much.

"We found some clothes for you! Chilchuck had an extra shirt and I had some pants. We'll roll them up for now so you can go ahead and eat and then we can hem them up later."

Chilchuck interjected from outside the blankets. "I'm going to want that back at some point! That was my one extra shirt!"

Marcille ignored him and thrust the clothes at you. "Oh! And-" she dropped her voice to an embarrassed whisper. "I knew my um...underclothing wouldn't um...fit you...but I figured we could make a quick ah, fix using some fabric? And maybe a better one later?"

"Oh you mean wrap this around my chest as a makeshift bra? Sure we can do that." You didn't bother lowering your voice. Who gave a shit if some random guys found out women wore bras.

You quickly dressed, making a makeshift bra with the fabric that you were actually kind of proud of.

The pants ballooned out around your legs but it couldn't really be helped, and you could tailor them to you later. Surely they had at least a needle and some thread.

You felt optimistic for the first time. This could actually be doable. You could be useful enough to earn your keep, especially if they had plenty of food anyway. You were pretty good at drawing off and distracting bigger monsters so even with fewer traps you'd come in handy. This could really be your chance to carry on with the quest and succeed, or if they sent you back, oh well, you wouldn't be worse off than when you started.

Yeah, this could really work.

#chilchuck x reader #chilchuck #chilchuk dungeon meshi

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crazy-dark-rainbow · 1 month

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GrimmIchi - festival

I absolutely love Grimmjow's face in this fanart. It's a facial expression that says, "You're a pain in the ass, but I love you."

Is Grimmjow in Gigai? Possibly. Maybe Ichigo dragged him to the festival going on in town. He wants to show the Arrancar that the human world isn't as boring and worthless as he thinks. Maybe Ichigo thinks that eventually their fights will bore the Espada and he'll leave, disappear completely into Hueco Mundo and never see that crazy blue hair again. He wants to show him that the human world can be interesting, so Grimmjow will want to stay.

Ichigo may not know that Grimmjow is staying because he doesn't want to leave Ichigo. Maybe Ichigo doesn't know that Grimmjow is starting to see the positives of the human world - like food, entertainment, and amazing landscapes, so different from the eternal desert. The cold isn't fun, but he can steal Ichigo's warm clothes - which smell like him! - so it's not bad, and if he has hot chocolate, he can pretend he doesn't have the cold. Grimmjow doesn't want anyone to know about it. So he tries to act like he always does, with a crooked smile and growling at everything. But Ichigo with those warm hands ruins his whole plan.

Like when the Shinigami planned to go to the New Year's festival. It was cold. The cold air made his cheeks prick into gigai and the cold wind ruffled his hair. But under his jacket he had one of Berry's warm sweatshirts, a smiling red-haired Strawberry hanging on his shoulder, and the cold didn't seem so bad. The smile didn't leave the Shinigami's face, which made Grimmjow unable to hide the fact that he was happy.

Or maybe… In this AU Ichigo and Grimmjow are students. They don't like each other, but when they start spending time together - they discover they share a common way home, or they work in that cool place, like a bar - something draws them together. They spend time, like each other more and more, until finally, on their way home, they come across a festival and something sparks. Sparks strongly.

Oh, or this: Grimmjow is a former gang member trying to get back to normal life. He starts working at a bar near Ichigo's school. He meets Ichigo, who eventually falls hopelessly in love with him, and eventually Kurosaki shyly invites him to a festival.

❗️ FANART Autor: ➡️ Yochiru-29 (link do deviantart)

#bleach #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach fanart #grimmichi #grimmichi fanart #grimmjow x ichigo #kurosaki ichigo #theoryfanart

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serxinns · 5 months

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Sweat treats~ Chap 2

Tw: Blood and death!

Yandere Bnha ships x undercover hero reader

Once you reach your house close and lock the door, you quickly put on your undercover Hero suit with most importantly your hero mask "Xin I'll be back sweetie!" Xin mewed and went back to sleep you grabbed your suitcase and went out of the house you pressed a button and a few seconds later it became a motorcycle you hopped on it and drove to your boss agency

"Ah there you are birdie~," Keigo said as he smirked keigo was your agent partner and boss he was in charge of striking down and killing villains and you were either the backup up or his getaway driver they walked you in the meeting room where ziki kicker and, Maharu was in "alright since everyone is here.." he drops the documents papers for everyone in the room "There's a villain planning to steal a valuable and powerful jewelry kept safe in the safe kitkari, you, and maharu find the bombs and remove them carefully while me birdie and buns (aka Mirko) will take care of her ourselves which means y/n and maharu will pretend that they're partners" you all agreed with his plan and head out with your spy car "Oh and make sure you dress up nicely and use your fake identit s and disguise make sure theyre not real " Mirko stated "hm I wonder why do we?

Time skip cause I'm lazy

Once they made it to the ball 2 large men were guarding the door "Name and partner name?" The men said pulling out their hands for any type of ID "I'm Marshall Rover this is my lovely wife Sasha Willwood " "ok get in next " "Zachary west and my lovely wife Mary~" Ziki tried fake flirting with Kitkari (aka mary) wich Mary pretended to be flustered "ok get in" you and Mahara looked at each other and nodded "State your name?" "Um I'm f/n (fake name) and this is my husband uh..moose?" Marharu and the others stared at you Keigo and Kitari tried not to laugh while Ziki and Miriko rolled their eyes the guard eyed at the both of you while you smiled at them trying to keep their cool "yea your on the list get in" you sighed in relief and walked pass the large fancy doors

and you were amazed when you saw how well done it was it felt like you were a background character in Cinderella "Well damn no wonder, why ms Miriko told me to dress nice this place is beautiful" You stared in wonder head turning at each angel to feast upon the view like a child 1st discovering candy stores unaware that hawks were chuckling at your reaction "gotta pay attention birdie don't wanna miss our target~" you snapped out your daze "Oh! Im so sorry I'll do better next time my mistake mr hawks" you made a small bow to him while Ziki snickered at you and he chuckled "That's all right now let's focus"

"Good luck!" Kitkari winked at you while she and Ziki ran off with their gear they sped away the 4 of you spread out by slow dancing to spot the red-haired woman, "look!" Marharu whispered pointing at the small crown near the food table you see the red-haired woman, the woman's name was Diana famous for stealing valuable things and has been on the run for 4 years now nobody ever caught her because of her quirk camouflage and another quirk called lava, "Mr ha- I mean Keigo I see her.." you whispered making sure nobody heard you "let ziki and kari know and I'll grab the attention of everyone in the party for a while you finished the job" suddenly Keigo went on stage and choose some music while miriko played piano with him

Your eyes sparkled at how smooth your boss's voice was and how Mirko was amazing at playing the piano and also singing with him heck you were almost distracted keigo spotted you and gave you a wink and a charming smile which made you blush while Mirko gave you a seductive wink and blow a kiss you blushed and looked away in embarrassment, Maharu changed his finger to the tip of a sniper while you had a gun in your pocket (his quirk is a firearm which allows him to form limbs as any gun his drawback is running out of bullets and losing energy) "ziki when I tell you now you turn off the lights" "on it"

Maharu got his aim and shot ready

Keigo and miriko was getting ready to fight in case they missed

"NOW!" You turned off the lights and heard bullets flying and people screaming and running away "Did...you get it?" You turned on the light and saw people screaming seeing the redhead on the floor blood streaming down her head everyone was running in different directions "IT THEM!!" The 2 men said pointing at the 4 of you joining them were like 100 guards guns locked and loaded "...RUN!" The 4 of you dashed off going up the stairs and down the hall "KARI ZIKI GET THE CAR READY're going TO JUMP OFF THE ROOF "

Miriko was jumping back and forth throwing punches and kicks h at the guards but there were too many and had pretty strong quirks the 4 of you made it to the roof Mirko used her leg to knock off a piece of a metal pipe and tied it around the door to block it off while you used for your quirk to try and block off the exit making them harder to get to you, "cmon cmon cmon!"m

Your mind was running wild screaming even though the doors were about to open at any minute nails and bolts falling apart while the door kept staying strong shaking back and forth "We have no choice just jump!!" The 4 of you jumped as far as you could just when the guards finally busted down the door a red sports car drove underneath the 4 of you crashing you and their fall and quickly driving away quickly.

After everyone got dropped off at their designed area with a bunch of goodbyes and teasing you were the last to drop off "Good job on today's mission Birdy did amazing today~" "yea honey bun you did amazing today!" You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly "Eh it wasn't that good the two of you were amazing, especially your singing and piano playing!" They both chuckled at your praise "well have a goodnight!" The two of them watched as You rushed off into your "house "you know baby our little employee there is kinda cute i wonder are they single?" "Patience love Patience let's get to know them 1st before we ravaged them" he playfully glared at her whole they sped off into the night

Time skip to the next day

You arrived at the lovely day at the cafe maharu was a bit cranky while ziki was being a little shit as usually "Hey y/n ready to start the day?!" "Yes and you better not steal any of the expired treats KARI" she giggled while you playfully put of the middle finger at her you heard the bell behind you and immediately turned around giving them your biggest smile "hello my name is y/n and welcome to the cafe!"

Y/n!! Y/n!!

You looked up to see a familiar green hero suit freckled and green messy hair, brown eyes and pink cheeks with slightly longer hair

"Iuzku!? Ochaco!?"

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #bnha fluff #tw stalking #romantic yandere #yandere ships

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aigoos · 2 months

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Obikin Jindokin Art by Kana7o

New Jindokin art by the amazing @kana7o!

I shared this idea a few months ago on Twitter. An idea where Anakin is a Jindo shapeshifter rescued by a teenage Obi-Wan in some sort of a modern AU (or something). This idea hit me so hard that I had to get Kana to draw them for me, and she did so beautifully! The art is right after the Battle of the Bath, and little Jindokin is snoozing away in the warmth of Obi-Wan's lap, feeling loved and protected.

Here's the link to the original Twitter thread and I've also copied it here under the cut for those who are interested. Seriously, Jindokin is my new love :D

Puppy Jindokin

My new Obikin idea involves Anakin as a Jindo shapeshifter (look at me embracing my Korean heritage!) who is rescued by a teenage Obi-Wan. Anakin and Shmi are living on the streets of Coruscant in their Jindo forms, and they run into some malicious individuals out to hurt them.

Shmi fights back and protects her son, and they manage to escape, but not without a cost. In a dark alleyway, Shmi dies from her injury, and Anakin, now all alone, cries and refuses to leave her for the next couple of days, not caring that he is cold, hungry, and thirsty.

It is Anakin's sorrowful cries that bring Obi-Wan to the alleyway, who usually wanders around Corsucant after school (he attends the prestigious Jedi Academy) to avoid returning to an empty house because his foster father, Qui-Gon, is always away on business trips.

Obi-Wan takes careful steps towards Anakin, aware that an alleyway is never a safe place. As he gets closer, he sees the puppy's mother, and his heart immediately goes to the little orphaned puppy. Anakin, despite his weakened state, snarls and growls at him to stay away.

That doesn't deter Obi-Wan, for he crouches near Anakin and says, "It's okay, dear one. I'm not going to hurt you. Shhh, it's okay." Anakin doesn't get the message, and he tries to snap at the strange boy, but he falls over and whimpers as he cries for his mother.

Obi-Wan reaches into his pocket and pulls out some apple slices he didn't finish from lunch, and he places one in front of Anakin, who stares at it with hungry eyes. Obi-Wan smiles and gently says, "Eat. You can have it." Anakin tentatively licks it before scarfing it down.

Obi-Wan gives him more apples, but Anakin ignores it and only returns to Shmi's side, and he nudges her with his little nose, whining at her to wake up. Obi-Wan's heart breaks at this scene. "I'm sorry, little one." Anakin cries, while Obi-Wan watches for a bit longer.

Obi-Wan then offers, "If you are okay with it, let's find her a safe place to bury her, and then you can come home with me. Would you like that?" Both the puppy and the boy stare at each other for a few minutes before Anakin whimpers in acquiescence.

Taking off his jacket, Obi-Wan gently wraps it around Shmi and picks her up along with Anakin. He walks them over to a nearby park, and he chooses a quiet spot to bury Shmi. Anakin sits and watches as Obi-Wan does the deed. When Obi-Wan finishes, he picks Anakin up.

Anakin starts to whine and cry, and Obi-Wan knows that Anakin doesn't want to leave his mother. Obi-Wan coos at him and promises him that they can come here together every day, but first Anakin needs care, food, and shelter. Obi-Wan holds Anakin against his chest and heads home.

Once home, Obi-Wan gives Anakin some food and water. Next, he gives Anakin a bath, who hates the entire process. Obi-Wan can't help but chuckle at the never-ending whining. The way Anakin tries his best to escape from the sink, soap, and water is something he will never forget.

After the Battle of the Bath, with Anakin all clean, he lets out a long yawn as he sleepily snuggles into his new master's cosy lap. He is now safe, no longer cold and wet, and his belly is full of good food. He knows that he has found a good place. He has found a new home.

Many years later, Obi-Wan discovers Anakin's secret of being a shapeshifter. He's in for a huge surprise when he wakes up one day and finds human Anakin in his bed, but that's another story for another day. This is all about Obi-Wan and Jindokin and how they find each other.

Adult Jindokin

#obikin #fanart #commission #kana7o is bloody amazing #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #jindo #jindokin #shapeshfter #anakin is a jindo shapeshifter #obi wan rescues jindokin #they are so precious #fluffy and cute #poor jindokin can now live happily with obi wan #aigoo rambles

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pinkpastelcalesti · 9 months

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LANDSCAPING LOVE || Bakugou Katsuki x Reader || Chapter II.

SUMMARY -> Tired of bouncing back and forth between the U.S. and Japan after graduating college, you’ve finally secured the career of your dreams: You’re Japan’s first heroics cartographer, a title bestowed upon you due to your quirk and specialty, that creates geographic maps for hero agencies across the country. While your work is highly respected and sought after, you’re known for a more niche reason among your coworkers at the Dynamight Agency: the food you make is fucking amazing. When Dynamight himself inevitably gets word that you’re coming for his cooking title on his own turf, chaos ensues and you find yourself competing against your boss for not only best chef, but also to win over his heart.

CONTENT/WARNINGS -> Pro hero AU, agency reader, reader with a quirk, fem/AFAB reader, reader is originally from America, reader is bilingual (English and Japanese), strangers (more like coworkers that don’t get a chance to speak much) to friends to lovers, fluff & chaos, minimal angst, suggestive humor.

LENGTH -> 6.4K

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You wanted to crawl into a sewer hole and never come out of it. Just… live in isolation for the rest of your career. The mortification is too much.

After Dynamight’s parting words to you, you had immediately ran to your workshop and nearly tackled Naomi before shrieking at her about letting your drunken rant slip out to your coworkers. In her “defense,” she claimed that she hadn’t expected for the story to reach his ears.

It really didn’t help her case much. After explaining what the fuck had happened in his office, your coworkers quickly calmed you down and told you he probably would leave it alone. Surely he wasn’t going to take it seriously, right? He had to know no one was stupid enough to try and challenge him like that.

Right?

Wrong.

It took one week before you received the news from the PR manager that Dynamight Agency was hosting its annual beginning-of-the-year potluck to kick off good vibes and bring in positive camaraderie among fellow coworkers, your own boss himself even planning to attend.

That last bit of information was absolutely not helping you in the current moment either. You had discovered the poster and subsequent email sitting in your inbox yesterday, and while you were still somewhat excited to go, you were still on edge after the commentary Dynamight had left you with a week prior.

You absolutely would not allow for his snarky remark to hinder you from going to town on free food and drinks. You needed to knock it out of the park and make new connections at the agency as well.

Understanding this, you began brainstorming recipes at night after your work shifts ended, thinking of endless foods that were not only easy to cook and transport, but that were able to bend to everyone’s taste. You decided you’d make two dishes for the potluck, one being vegetarian-friendly for your coworkers that couldn’t eat meat for personal or religious reasons.

Your first recipe of choice was Sopa de Albóndigas, a meatball soup recipe that was for sure going to be a hit with those that liked warm soups during the winter months, as it was still freezing out. You’d learned the recipe from your suitemate in your dorm your freshman year of college, her incredible cooking skills being well-known among all the floors of your residence hall. She was more than happy to teach you the recipe among others from her home country of Mexico.

Your second recipe would be a vegetable pot pie, essentially the same as a chicken pot pie, just without the meat. You figured that it would be a great introductory southern food for everyone. It was your personal favorite to make as well, with the flaky crust you make never failing to bring you to damn near tears at its incredibleness.

You could go for spicy foods to one-up your boss and piss him off some more, but you figure that making it too spicy will turn off most people from actually eating it. You’d much rather have people savor it than fanning their mouths and screaming for milk.

It was nearing the end of January quickly, which meant you only had a little less than two weeks to prepare yourself, since the potluck happened the second week of February.

You steeled your resolve, noting that you were absolutely gonna wipe the floor with your recipes and make it known that Dynamight’s doubt in your cooking skills was unwarranted.

You also craved the reaction from him when he inevitably realized that your drunken words weren’t empty threats. You fully believed you could probably compete with him if you really wanted to.

So, with this newfound sense of motivation, you hurriedly worked to finish up Pro Hero Deku’s patrol map decor, Pinky’s request for a sketch-up of her and Uravity’s shared agency building, and an interactive, digitized, graduated symbols map for Dynamight that related back to the crime rates he was still working with.

If you were going to complete your side quest, you needed all your projects to be completed or close to it in order to lessen up stress.

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Three days before the potluck, you were asked by Leo if you were going to bring anything to the event.

You were walking back from a meeting with the technology department about questions you had on a certain coding error you kept running into on multiple different geographic software systems you used regularly. Leo had seen you before you saw him, and called out your name as you had just reached the elevator to go back up to your department’s floor.

“Yo, (L/N)! Got a second?” You threw a glance to him and agreed, stepping away from the buttons to let others waiting go in front of you. “What’s up?” You inquired, straightening your posture. “You excited for the potluck? Heard that it’s gonna be pretty exciting this year,” Leo spoke in an excited tone. “Apparently they’re allowing wine and champagne as long as we promised not to go too crazy. No hard liquor though.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. You definitely were more hyped now that Leo had told you the drink menu was expanding beyond soda and juice. “I am very much excited,” you said with a lopsided grin. “I can’t wait to see what it’s like for the whole agency to get together for once. I’ve heard some of the interactions between departments can get pretty interesting during the white elephant game.”

You weren’t lying; Carl had told you a couple days ago that white elephant got pretty heated since everyone participating pulled out all the stops to bring either the best gifts known to man or gifts that were sure to send you reeling in embarrassment.

Even though it was considered a Christmas holiday tradition, the agency played the game regardless to make the night more entertaining, following up with other games like cards against humanity or uno extreme. You found it silly, hearing about games that you’d often frequently played during high school and college still being utilized in the adult world at a social event. You weren’t complaining, however. You could go pretty rabid during uno, especially the extreme version. It was truly a timeless classic.

“Oh yeah, that game is definitely not one you wanna miss. Are you going to bring anything food or drink-wise to the event?” Ah, there it is, you thought smugly. You knew what Leo was trying to do; it’s not hard to pick up on him now that you’ve interacted enough times. You could read this man’s intentions like no tomorrow. He was trying to sniff you out and see if you might try anything to compete with your boss.

You decided to bite the bait, just slightly.

“Oh yeah, definitely! I’m bringing two dishes and a dessert,” you placed your hands on your hips. “Figured that I should go all out since it’s my first potluck here.” Leo’s eyes lit up in what you could only imagine was pure mischievous joy. “I heard Dynamight’s bringing food as well. You think you’ll be able to compete?”

You pretended to think on it for a second before flashing him a determined smile. “You bet your ass I do.”

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The day of the potluck had the whole agency abuzz. People were way more bubbly and willing to work together to get tasks done, looking forward to 6 p.m., when the party would begin. You were all assigned a half day, ending your own shift at 2 p.m., which left plenty of time to cook and take a shower to dress yourself up. You’d been proactive and shopped the previous afternoon, hoisting a bag full of vegetables and ingredients through your front door and nearly passing out at the weight of your groceries in your arms.

Wrapping up in the workshop and bidding your coworkers a temporary farewell with a promise to see them in a few hours, you stepped into the hallway and began walking to the elevator for all of three seconds before you heard your name being called in an all-too-recognizable voice.

Dynamight was coming in hot on your left and you felt that icy feeling crawl up your spine once more. I swear to god if Leo said something to him this soon, I’m jabbing a caliper up his ass. You met him halfway and took in his current outfit. He wasn’t dressed in his hero uniform, but rather a black compression shirt and a pair of charcoal grey sweatpants. He was wearing black combat boots, similar to his uniform’s, but missing the orange and green accent colors. Absolutely fucking foul of him to look that good, you thought, gripping the handle of your bag a little harder than usual before casting your eyes to meet his.

“You better be bringin’ a damn dish to the event tonight or I’m kicking yer fuckin’ ass,” he spat out, crimson eyes narrowing down at you. You let out a small sputter of surprise, shocked by the sudden confrontation before he continued. “Wanna see if your cooking skills are shit or not fer myself.”

Crossing your arms, you sent an equally simmering glare back, paired with a shit eating grin. “Same to you, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. I wanna see if you’re living up to the rumors or if people are just too scared to tell you your kitchen skills suck.” You bit back, shifting your gaze to his biceps once again before realizing and glancing back up, seemingly not being able to keep your grubby little eyes away from something so biteable. You just wanted to nip him once. It’s like a dog’s urge to go after a squirrel.

Your boss let out a scoff at your retort, getting closer to your face with a look that sent shivers through you. “Watch it. Told y’before, didn’t I? You’re gonna eat your fuckin’ words ten times over.” He was borderline sneering at you by this point. You really must have struck a nerve with him after word got out that fateful Monday, nearly a month ago now.

Letting out a sigh that sounded as if Dynamight was mildly inconveniencing you rather than being up in your face borderline threatening you, you dramatically turned your head away from him. “I sincerely hope your recipes can make up for the amount of empty threats that come out of your mouth. Didn’t take you as the type to hold a grudge against someone for simply being better than you.” You were absolutely feeding into it now, shocking yourself slightly with the words that were coming out of your mouth. Never in your life would you regularly try pissing off a hero with a deadly quirk, but something about Bakugou Katsuki made you want to push all his buttons and then some.

“S’not a damn grudge. I’m gonna prove to you that you’re talking out of your ass, sweetheart.” That pet name was absolutely not necessary, sending your heart into a spiral. Your eyes widened and you sputtered out a quick, “Wh— whatever, dude. I’ll be there and that’s final. Now move, I’ve got recipes to make.” You sidestepped your boss and muttered under your breath what a prick as you made your way back to the elevator, feeling a pair of ruby eyes burning a hole into your back before you heard a rough, “heard that, you brat.” You let out an exasperated noise just as the doors opened to the lift. “Screw off!” You hollered into the hall, not bothering to stick your head out and make sure Dynamight heard you. You knew he did, because he barked in laughter at your flustered actions.

You were absolutely not going to lose tonight. You were going to make sure of it.

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Arriving back home to your apartment, you quickly shed off your work bag and clothes, switching into a comfortable pair of sweatpants with your university’s logo running down the leg, partnered by some soft socks and a graphic t shirt that had been cut at the collar. You were about to be in your kitchen on your feet for the next two hours, which meant that you had to be comfortable as possible. You’d already hit the button on your speaker that sat on your kitchen island and pulled up your favorite playlist, gathering the pans out of the shelves by your feet and placing them in their designated spots.

You were ready for this. You pulled out the ingredients for the first recipe that would take the longest, which was the veggie pot pie. It would take around an hour and 10 minutes total, according to the recipe you frequented for making the dish.

The Sopa de Albóndigas would only take 35 minutes total, which meant you were looking decent on time. It was nearly 3 p.m., later than you wanted to be home due to your bitchboy boss deciding to seek you out right before you clocked out. Wait a minute, why did he seek me out? He definitely knew I was gonna come, especially since it’s my first year at the agency, you pondered this for a moment before snapping out of it and reminding yourself that now was not the time to play overthinker.

Your dessert that you were making had been a last minute decision. You had decided to bring two large New York cheesecakes along with you, on top of the main dishes you were currently making. You’d figured that a classic American dessert was a wise choice, but it meant taking a heinous amount of time to prepare it. You’d completed the both of them the previous night, pouring every wish to the Gods that it went well, as cheesecake was not an easy recipe, even for you.

They were both chilling in the fridge at the very moment, waiting to be taken to the party. You were incredibly grateful that you’d finished them before anything else because they took a whopping 8 hours minimum to make, a majority of the time being dedicated to the cakes having to rest in the fridge for a minimum of 6 hours.

You had pulled out all your dry and wet ingredients for the crust of your pie and went to work mixing and kneading the dough until it was prepped and placed to the side. Next up was to saute your veggies in butter, allow them to soften, then came the flour, veggie stock and heavy cream.

After the filling had been mixed together and formed a thick, gravy-like consistency, you placed it on top of your crust that had been laid out in a comically large baking tray. Placing the second part of the crust on top, you threw it in the oven for around 35 minutes or until the crust became a flaky golden brown.

During this time, you prepped your ingredients for the Sopa de Albóndigas. You truly felt like Gordon Ramsey himself was blessing you as you dashed around your kitchen, making sure that your all-purpose wagon that you mainly used for groceries was prepared to carry your food to the agency.

All you had to do now was allow the soup to simmer, pull the pot pie out of the oven, and have enough time to wash your hair, style it, throw on makeup, and put on an outfit that was cute but wouldn’t be missed if you got it stained from food and drinks.

You fucking loved your life right now.

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You’d managed to shove everything into the wagon, including your prized cheesecakes, and pulled it all the way to the agency with no issues. You’d even realized you had finished everything with an extra 15 minutes to spare, which went to perfecting your eyeliner and screaming in the mirror when you fucked it up too hard and had to redo your whole eye.

You were dressed in a black and white gingham dress that was actually a romper. It was by far your favorite dress that you were willing to get a little dirty since the company you bought it from had incredible affordability with their clothing. You didn’t want to ruin it, but if it came to it, you could always purchase a new one.

You’d paired it with fleece-lined black leggings, a white blouse to go underneath the dress since it was sleeveless and far too cold for bare shoulders, and your favorite black boots.

A coworker in the technology department that you’d met with earlier in the day opened the door for you as she saw you approach the doors, letting out a whistle of shock. “My Gods, (Y/N)! I thought they were kidding when I heard you were bringing food!” You gave her a sheepish smile. She was an older woman that didn’t regularly participate in the office gossip, which meant she most likely had no idea about the words you spoke in terms of your cooking showdown with Dynamight.

Your coworker had pointed you in the direction of the serving table, where people were still placing their handmade and pre-packaged foods and drinks. The potluck was taking place on the first floor of the lobby since it had the most open area. They’d gone all out for decorations, pretty sage green and burnt orange decor filled throughout the building. There were rows of large tables set up on the far side of the room, making you smile in nostalgia.

It reminded you so much of the family get-togethers you had during the holidays growing up, with the white folding tables set up in your grandparents’ living room, with matching plastic folding chairs.

You approached a spot where you could set out your dishes and quickly scribbled their respective names and a short summary of ingredients on a namecard, accompanied by your name as the one who made it. You had reached into your wagon to pull out your desserts when you heard the coworkers back towards the entrance murmur in excitement.

“Hello Dynamight, sir! Welcome to the potluck!” You heard one guy speak out loud. You sat the cheesecakes in the dessert section with their namecards and pushed your wagon to a little area where people could put their bags. You breathed steadily, in and out, you repeated in your head. It was finally here: round one (and hopefully the last?) of your showdown with your boss.

You beelined it to find your team members before Dynamight could see you. It was still early on in the party, having only started 10 minutes ago, so you figured it would be nice to chat with them before the inevitable came and bitchboy Bakugou came to grab you. Spotting Kanako’s purple highlights among the crowd towards the left side of the building, you made your way over and a smile overtook your face as you heard Carl and Naomi shout your name in excitement.

Naomi flung herself at you before complimenting your outfit. “You look stunning! You’re making me feel bad for showing up in basically what I wear everyday.” You pinched her cheek playfully. “You look absolutely gorgeous no matter what you wear, Naomi. You all do, really. I’m jealous most times.” Carl had shown up in a nice pair of corduroy pants paired with a dark green button up, and Kanako was dressed in a beautiful deep purple dress that ended at her knees, matching her hair and hugging her figure nicely. Naomi was dressed in black slacks and a pastel pink blouse.

Your team dressed up nice, if you did say so yourself. You all conversed with one another, grabbing glasses of champagne and discussing an upcoming project that the city had requested of your department, citing that they were in desperate need of a new terrestrial map that depicted a rough draft of the new quirk incident-management building that was going to be built towards the end of the year. You were all anxious to take on the job due to the fact that the head of Musutafu’s Urban Planning division was not only an absolute nightmare to work with, but pretty misogynistic as well. He must have been kicking himself for having to bend his back and ask for your help, as literally 75 percent of your department was women. Carl was a girls girl by nomination, so you considered it 100 percent, but no one would get it like you and your team did.

As you had begun switching the topic and were discussing the apparent lovers quarrel between two of your coworkers in the call center department, you heard the tap of a mic. Looking at the front of the floor, you could see Atsuno awkwardly standing with the mic in his hand, like he’d been forced to give the introduction at the last second.

Behind him, Dynamight stood tall, his arms crossed over a very expensive and soft-looking orange sweater, with a pair of black slacks and dress shoes accompanying his outfit. Good gracious he’s dressed like a slut and I’m enjoying every moment of it like a freak. You just knew he probably smelled good too. Your stomach flipped in joy when you saw that Red Riot, Pinky, and the rest of Dynamight’s friend group had all shown up as well.

This bitch brought his friends, how sweet! You cooed internally, imagining that your boss was probably so unbelievably soft for his friends behind closed doors. You’d heard just how close each of them were from Eijiro during days that he was free to grab a coffee with you while you were in the city for an assignment.

Atsuno cleared his throat, beginning his little speech. “Welcome to the annual potluck that our agency has for the beginning of each year. We hope that you enjoy yourselves tonight and behave, with no incidents like the previous year, please,” your eyebrow shot up towards your team at the mention of such a thing. Kanako whispered in your ear that last year, a man from analytics had tackled a coworker from finance after he had assumed he was making moves on his girlfriend, only to find out that the finance guy was, indeed, gay, and also worked out a fuck ton. Analytics dude ended up getting suspended for a whopping 3 months after he got his shit rocked.

You nearly burst out laughing. Of course it had to happen in the agency that was run by a resident hothead. Apparently the attitude must rub off on his subordinates as well.

“—make sure that you meet new people, eat and drink to your heart’s content, and do your best at the games set up all around the floor. Here’s to a great rest of the year.” Atsuno raised a glass of champagne as you and everyone around you repeated the last sentence in unison, raising your own glasses. As everyone began to make their way to different areas around the room, you spotted an orange blob making its way to you out of the corner of your eye and steeled yourself. Now or never, you thought with a grimace.

You turned your body fully towards Dynamight as he stopped a few feet away from you, his signature frown on his face. Joined by him were Pinky, or Mina, as she had told you to call her after you were introduced to each other a year prior, and Eijiro, the one who had orchestrated the meeting. You turned your attention to the redhead as he smiled at you brightly with all his sharp teeth, calling out your name fondly. You slung your free arm around him in a hug. “I’m glad to see you here! Figured you wouldn’t wanna miss it, especially after what you said about Bakubro last month.”

Your mouth hung open as you fumbled for your words. “How in the world did you hear about that? I swear to god it’s reached everybody, I was drunk and in the privacy of my own home for crying out loud,” you pouted up at Eijiro. Mina let out a laugh as she hugged you next, her perfume reminding you of a candy shop along the coast.

“Bakugou was so flabbergasted someone had dared to challenge him that he told us after a briefing! Couldn’t stop pissing himself about it.” Her lips formed a mischievous grin as Bakugou brought his hand down on her head, shaking her back and forth. “Shut the fuck up. I didn’t do none of that shit,” he growled, the tips of his ears showing just the slightest bit of pink if you squinted hard enough.

You were smiling behind your glass before your boss turned his attention to you. “Don’t fuckin’ laugh at me, either. We still ain’t settled a damn thing.” You wanted to roll your eyes so hard that they’d spin like pinballs in a machine, but refrained from it and instead took a sip of champagne, your lip gloss lining the rim of the crystal drinkware. “We can settle it right now, if you’d like. My dishes are already on the table, Dynamight.” You made sure to repeat his hero name back to him in a sickly sweet voice, hoping to piss him off just a bit more.

Not even bothering to reply with words, Dynamight took you by the arm with an uncharacteristically gentle hold and marched you both off towards the self-serve tables. You heard the laughter of your boss’ friend group fade with the more steps you took away from them.

You grabbed two plates and handed one of them over to your boss, who grunted out a thanks before you served yourself your pot pie. “We‘ll have to pick up a bowl in a minute since my second dish is a soup.” You eyed the way Dynamight was scanning over the table with a scowl on his face before his gaze landed on your crock pot sitting among the others lined in a row.

“Didn’t strike you as a soup person,” he said as he handed you a fork from the tacky serving basket with plastic silverware. “thought you’d be the type to screw those recipes up.” You gawked at him and his audacity for the upteenth time since the start of the year.

You nudged him along as you both stood off to the side next to a small standing table that wasn’t too close to the large crowd of bustling people. It helped you hear each other better. “You really doubt my cooking abilities that much?” You asked, lowkey hurt by the assumption but masking it with a tone of indifference.

“Nah, just tend to assume since every fuckin’ person I’ve met in this agency says they can’t cook for shit.” You let out a laugh as you stabbed your fork into the crust of your food. “Understandable. Most people I know can do basic cooking, which isn’t a bad thing at all, but they’re too scared to try more complex recipes because they’re afraid of screwing up,” you stated between mouthfuls of food. “I keep telling them all that failing a recipe, no matter how simple, is quite literally the only way you’ll learn in the kitchen.”

He let out a deep hum in response. For talking high and mighty just a few minutes ago, Dynamight seemed almost calm as his towering figure stood beside you. If you glanced around hard enough, you could catch the stares of some of your coworkers, filled with surprise and wonder. You assumed it was because of how uncommon it was to see an agency worker other than Atsuno or PR manager Ria interacting with him this much.

You understood the heavy intimidation that came with Dynamight and interacting with him, but you never felt frightened of him. He might be a top hero, but he was still a person. His fiery personality and inability to keep his mouth shut was still going strong, but his attitude had changed a lot since his high school days, according to Eijiro.

You took a look at him from your peripheral, noticing that he was staring down at you as well, sharp eyes seemingly taking in your figure. You quickly looked anywhere but towards him, eyes landing on your team a short ways away, engaged in what looked to be a game of uno at a table, a couple marketing department members surrounding them. You already knew they were probably all getting their asses handed to them by Kanako, who was a master at card games of any sort.

You’d found out the hard way one night when you had all experimented with a variety box of different card games at Kanako and Carl’s flat. She wiped the floor with each one of you, only losing twice the whole night (which also felt like it was on purpose for the sake of sparing your team’s feelings).

A small smile etched its way onto your face as you recalled the memory. “Your shit ain’t that bad. Needs more garlic powder.” You turned back to Dynamight once more, blinking a couple times to process what he’d just said before your smile was replaced with a frown.

“I’m fine competing with you but recommendations weren’t in the agreement.” You huffed. “Agreement don’t exist. I tell it like it is. Be thankful I even said something anyways.” He spoke, his tone full of irritation.

How rude, you thought helplessly. “Okay then, let’s see your shit next,” you grumbled, lowkey hip-checking him as you threw your plate and fork away. He let out a tch sound at your actions, but didn’t hurl an insult your way.

He handed you a new plate before steering you over to the pan he’d brought with him. Upon further inspection, it was his infamous mapo tofu. Unlike Carl and his unfortunate “fuck you” spice genes, you’d been able to build up a spice tolerance with the sheer amount of spicy food you ate and made over the years. You could only hope the hard work paid off if its as spicy as Carl was making it out to be. “Here.” Dynamight spooned some of it onto your plate as you let out a thanks to him.

Walking back to your previous spot together, you made sure to have a canned drink on the ready in the off chance that you couldn’t bear the spice. You picked one of the tofu pieces up with your chopsticks and placed it in your mouth.

Seconds passed.

Dynamight was staring down at you, analyzing you for any sort of reaction he could make fun of you for.

You swallowed, dabbed your mouth with your napkin, and stared back up at him. “You call this spicy?”

You so wished you’d had a camera on you the moment you registered the look on his face at your words. His eyebrow twitched first before he let out a loud, “What the fuck do you mean “you call this spicy?” Did you even fuckin’ eat the whole goddamn piece?” You wanted to laugh so bad but knew it would result in possibly getting the lights knocked out of you, so you refrained.

“Course I did, dickhead. Wanna watch me do it again?” You smirked at him as you proceeded to shove three pieces of tofu in your mouth at once. “It’s pretty good. I think you’d benefit from throwing in Carolina reaper flakes.” You knew you were pressing into his growing agitation but couldn’t help it.

His eyes did a quick glance at your lips as your tongue darted out to sweep some of the sauce back into your mouth before he looked away, a very deep scowl etched in on his face. “You’re fuckin’ crazy. Next time, I’m forcing you to eat a whole damn pepper and see how you handle it.”

You shot an eyebrow up at him with a suggestive smirk. “Next time? So you admit defeat, Dynamight?” Your whole body shuddered involuntarily at the glare he sent your way. “In your dreams, brat. You’re pissin’ me off with your kitchen ego.”

“MY kitchen ego? You’re the one that threw a tantrum when you heard the rumors that one of your subordinates was challenging you,” you argued back. “You’ve got a pisspoor attitude when it comes to someone stealing your thunder.”

You grabbed onto his sleeve after you finished your plate and tugged him along, ignoring his shout of “hey!” At your sudden tugging. Thrusting a bowl of your Sopa de Albóndigas into his hands, you fixed your own bowl of it and once again returned to your spot in the corner.

“Eat,” you said before you spooned the broth into your mouth, your eyes sparkling. You’d absolutely nailed it, making a mental note to send your old suitemate a message on instagram and thank her again for sharing her family recipe. “You’ll enjoy this one better since it’s a pleasant spice. Not everything has to burn going in and out.”

He grunted in response, silently eating out of his own bowl as you both returned to people watching once more. “Not bad. What’s the dish called?” The rumble of his voice, when not shouting or agitated, never failed to make your legs a little weak in the knees. God, please do ASMR when you retire, you pleaded mentally.

“Sopa de Albóndigas, it’s a recipe that’s seen in a lot of different cultures, but this one is Mexico’s version. Learned it from a friend in college.” Your face held another small smile at the memory. “Sappy motherfucker.” You let out a startled noise, glaring up into Dynamight’s eyes. “You’re a total asshole, I hope you know that.”

His wicked grin only grew. “You act like you don’t like it.” Your face felt like it was on fire as you whipped your head into the opposite direction, refusing to speak to him. This man is a fucking tease and he doesn’t even realize it. Your hands began to sweat a little, and not from the heat of the soup in your grasp.

“Let’s call it even this time,” you began after a couple minutes of slightly uncomfortable silence on both of your ends. “I think we both did a pretty good job. Next time we need to try making the same dish and see who did it better.”

Dynamight shook his head in agreement. “You don’t seem to be over this competition either.” You shrugged your shoulders in response. “It’s kinda fun. I like pissing you off.” You said with a smile.

“Bold words coming from someone who works for me.” He responded brashly. “Fire me and I’ll make sure you can’t use any of my maps ever again.” You said simply. Your boss rolled his eyes and moved to respond before getting interrupted by Naomi bouncing her way towards you.

“You’ve had your competition with Dynamight, come join us! Kanako wants to talk to you about your opinion on the new hero calendars that just came out,” she said excitedly as you let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m coming, one sec. Can you grab me a glass of champagne while you’re up and running?” You asked her as you put your finished bowl and spoon in the trash, Dynamight close behind you. “Yeah, no prob.” Naomi responded before walking towards the drink bar as you turned back to your boss.

“You heard the woman, duty calls,” you spoke with a lazy smile. “Thanks for making my first event with your agency so memorable. It was a lot of fun.” He gave you an unreadable expression before his neutral frown returned. “Don’t hafta thank me. Thank the others who were in charge of the whole thing.”

You let out a small laugh. “It’s your agency, though. So it’s still within your responsibility.” You waved to him as you walked off, but didn’t get far before turning back around, forgetting to mention something earlier.

“Oh yeah! I made New York style cheesecake. Help yourself if you want any!” You spoke before turning around again and trotting over to your team that cheered when you came into view. You could feel a pair of eyes burning into your back, but when you tried to sneak a glance behind you, Dynamight was already walking back to his friend group that called him over.

He’s such a fucking character, you thought fondly, before joining in on the conversation about pro hero Shouto’s photos in his calendar version, a picture that had you fanning your face dramatically because his abs were on full display for the month of April.

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That following work day, you had been in your office a whopping 35 minutes before Carl came running through the door, a wild look on his face. “What’s wrong with you? You look pale as hell,” you said with a frown, hopping up from your desk and walking up to him.

“Some fucking rookies in the PR department made a google form about voting for who’s dish was best between you and Dynamight from last night,” Carl spoke through gasps of air. Your body felt like it had frozen over again as you rubbed at your temples. “I— I ran here because Dynamight will probably get wind of it in a little while. He’s not in the office right now, but Atsuno is. And I guarantee you that he’s heard about it already. That man ends up telling Dynamight everything.”

You sighed before nodding your head. “Not surprised that happened, but I’m worried about his reaction to it. Maybe he won’t care too much about it? It really was just us talking to each other about it yesterday, we didn’t involve anyone else.” You pondered out loud as Carl sat in one of your visitor chairs.

“Yeah, you might get lucky. The guy’s probably got too much going on to be concerned about a stupid google form.” Carl mused.

After allowing him to catch his breath, you both walked into the workshop to begin on the city’s project, too busy focused on trying to add polygon layers into your software to remember the conversation about the PR department rookies that you’d had earlier.

It was right after lunch when your office phone rang. You jogged out of the workshop and reached the phone just in time before it got sent to voicemail. Picking it up, you didn’t even have enough time to get out a greeting before Dynamight’s voice came through the receiver.

“Wanna explain to me why there’s a google form about us floating around in my goddamn agency?”

You froze.

You were so fucked.

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The Breath of the Æsir 🏰 (Loki x Reader) Chapter 2: The Stranger

Okay friends, I re-wrote Chapter 2. I was not happy with it after a friend pointed out to me that it needed work. Making me remember I really need a beta reader! *Any takers?

I hope those who might have read the first one will give this version a try!! As always reblogging and comments are the most amazing experience for me as a writer in this community. Thank you for reading and waiting. I am trying to get on a schedule I can stick to!

Summary: This is Loki's side of the story so far, as the world he finds himself in stirs into turmoil. What will the nature of your relationship be under these circumstances?

Smut Meter: Calm wildfire status

Word Count: 3,141 (give or take)

Loki

Loki was hiding among the Æsir. His true origin was not of theirs. Fárbauti, a frost giant, had been responsible for pulling him out of the tight silence and into form, so he could live among the Gods. A thin agreement had occurred between Odín and the Jötunn. This agreement was unknown to Loki. Odín would raise him. All his life, stirring in his veins was the blood of another people, another realm. The ornate mirrors in Asgard reflected back to him the image of a handsome spell caster with Æsir features. There was only ever the slightest feeling, that perhaps, his near-constant discontent, was related to the architecture of a family lie.

He knew where there was limitation, there was often equal illumination. Therefore, this conflict gave Loki insight into many aspects of the universe, some of which he would never have known had he not been born for deceit. This dual vision of light and dark created a natural and gradual buildup of powers, which he had no reason not to abuse. Where he lacked morals, he was tempered by circumstance back into some code of character that appeased both his father and whatever party he had offended by his lack of grace and concern. However, from time to time, something would cause him to change, more permanently, more absolutely. These events were so profound when they happened that the Skalds, both in Asgard and Midgard, told of them. Sometimes humans would be caught in the lava of the Gods' path. You were one of those humans. The day Loki lay close to one of his possible deaths, you had found him.

He was banished because he had seen enough. His contrary disposition had rejected the Northman’s insistence on placing his royal family at the heart of their bloody conquest. Thor, Freyja, Frigg—and Odín—had been brought deep into the conflict moving across the belly of Midgard. They used incantations and sacrifices to move the will of the Gods in their favor. Loki disliked this immensely. He did not like to be appeased with tokens. The ground of Asgard was saturated with the blood of Midgard. This disturbed him so much and ate at his being until he could stand it no longer. He cursed Thor, cursed Odín for the part they played in encouraging such worship.

In the throes of his discontent, Loki quickly discovered a God cannot have everything. For example, he could not have his opinion and his magic. Odín told him to go see for himself. Go see why the humans needed the Gods. See their fragility and need for guidance. He would be begging him to return to Asgard. “Go experience their ignorance with only a sword to protect you from it,” Odín had said to him.

When Loki decided to take a great risk, a great calamitous excitement would concurrently erupt. His enduring life and the lives of the Gods needn’t be so pristine and eternal. He longed for the shorter life of the Midgardians. He wanted to feel what life would be like if you only had a few years before you became permanent food for the beetles and worms. He needed to feel time slipping away from his grasp. So, without any seiðr, he nakedly stepped through the Bifrost and fell to Earth, fell to the home of the Midgard serpent, one of his many children, of which he was not the only father.

When he opened his eyes and began to walk across the hillside, so indulgently green it hurt. He took a moment and said a prayer to the elemental spirits that spun such colors into life on Midgard. They were independent of any God's influence, even ones with their full powers. The elementals were bonded to Midgard herself as servants. Loki could only admire their spinning of forms; he still had incredible vision even without any magic. He could see into their structural design and could listen to the hum of their cellular respiration. Loki was not the God of such things as fertility, but he felt himself in a keen understanding of it. He truly saw his station in the nine realms as a God responsible for making life, more than the ending of it. Not that any of the Gods would ever understand this about him. Creators often end up destroying their most precious creations just because they can. Loki had come to Midgard to change this.

He walked with careful trepidation; he was mortal now, and even though his heart soared with the thrill of his new lot, he did not want his tenure on Earth to be over so quickly. So, he cautiously guarded his path over the verdant hillside in the quiet of the afternoon. Things were seemingly calm, still, which actually began to worry Loki. Silence could mean only two things: peace or death. As he continued walking to gain a better view, he encountered a sight he was not prepared to see just yet. The ruins of a village burned in a heavy cascade of smoke. He quickly remembered he had no power to change the circumstances before him. He thought of Thor—would he truly celebrate this use of his name? He wished they would have the courage to do as he did, to come and see the work of the humans. Loki would have to be the eyes of the gods this time. Just as his contemplation ended, he felt the ground beneath him bend in a rhythmic flutter—horses. It was the same in any realm; the beasts were among the most powerful of all creations. Some could even fly, but not these. These heavy beasts carried their masters, who likely spotted him from their outposts.

They saw a stranger overlooking their burned village and identified him as one of the raiders, one of the pillagers, not as the God who made such acts possible. He looked up just in time to see a sword brandished by one of the riders. With a quick and skillful blow, he was impaled in his stomach. It had only been a few hours since his arrival, and already he was vanquished by the Norns. He fell, consumed by defeat and physical pain, his armor pierced. They spoke in their language, seemingly arguing whether they should take him captive. Perhaps they would have if they had not just suffered such a great loss. They left him to die and rode away without looking back.

The Encounter

Loki was consumed with a pain he had never felt before; it was completely debilitating. No sooner had he arrived on Midgard as a human he was swept away into the saga of their fragility. He couldn’t believe he was once so interested to experience this, to feel his life expiring and his pulse weaken. His heart was slowing, and every breath felt like he was uncertain if yet another would follow. He now worried that if he were to die on Midgard like this, his death would remain unknown, and his family would not find him before the vultures tore the newly minted mortal flesh from his bones. He fell into a fever quickly and began to dream of the frozen landscapes of his true birth home, of Jötunheim. His Asgardian façade was fading with every labored breath.

It was just his luck that as he could take no further steps, he reached the courtyard lined with thorny gorse, which pierced the white of his skin as he fell through the yellow flowers, leaving droplets of blood forming from yet another location other than his stomach. He called out something from a tongue he knew from Midgard, although he knew not where and when it was from. He saw you in the doorway before he closed his eyes; he wasn’t sure if he would open them again. He hoped that if he did, you would be there beside him. It was the tiniest of wishes; he was sure you were a Valkyrie. Not having enough blood in his veins to remember there were no Valkyries on Earth, his eyes shut, and the world of Midgard faded from his senses.

He had felt the jostling of stitches, the pulling of thread against his taut skin. He saw you, Valkyrie, with golden threads weaving his wound closed. He swore he heard you tell him his body was a tapestry, one you could embroider. He laughed at the thought of being sewn together by a fierce battle goddess of the nine realms. He worried about his weakness. He did not like the vulnerability that consumed him as he fought to return to the living. Part of him remembered the icy cold feeling of space he once felt as he let go of Thor and drifted off into the void, only to be intercepted by a race of beings so deadly and diabolical, he knew he wouldn’t be able to die enough times to satisfy their lust for power and domination. Part of him rested in the knowledge that you would make him whole again. The Norns had led him to a warrior who was also a weaver, a tailor.

He Lives, for Now

"Gef þú seiðr þinn mér," Loki mumbled once he was finally able to awaken. Sweat covered his face. A chill coursed through him. You had saved him just as he had predicted. He was still alive, but he was not yet well at all. "What is seiðr?" you immediately asked. You did not have what this man was asking for, and you would not be robbed of what you did have. Leaping to your feet, you grabbed the knife you had uncovered from his person while the man slept. Loki found himself once again at the receiving end of iron—only this time, it was his own.

"How quickly I forgot this is how people communicate, regardless of their station," Loki mused, clutching his stomach, fingers running along your needlework which now adorned him. "Communicate? Sir, you are in my home. I saved your life, and now you ask me for something else. What else could you want, unless you are the thief and murderer my servants say you are? Are they right? Have you come to kill us?" Your voice was a barely audible trill, but every vowel entered his ear as if it were a drum beating away shadows inside of him. You looked so shaky and unsure Loki was immediately disoriented.

As a Valkyrie, you would be more skillful, potentially than him. Why were you not wielding your own blade? Loki’s mind puzzled in a million different directions. In the chosen tongue, he rattled off an inquiry about where he was, now remembering he was on Earth as he came to. He needed you to confirm it. You told him the name of this small village, and Loki more solidly realized you were actually a human woman, seemingly. He found his voice hidden beneath the swell of feelings rising in his chest. "Do you know how to use that knife, woman? Don't wield something you aren't prepared to use, and why would you undo your handiwork?" Loki pointed to the careful stitches across his body. "You know me not, sir," you retorted. "I have unraveled nearly all the needlework I started. I have thrashed threads from one tapestry to another; I have no finished embroidery to show for it, so sir, flicking the threads that hold your guts in would be no long consideration."

The words that flew out of your mouth betrayed all your education and training. Never in your life had you spoken to a man like this, not to your father and surely never to your husband, but this man seemed to be able to feel and hear anything you might say. You didn’t know why you knew that, but you did. Perhaps it was the sewing him up that gave you such a perspective. The candlelight study of his stomach. You thought of the fine line that jutted across his abdomen where you had let your fingers trace in a kind of stoic appreciation for a moment while applying your stitches to his wound. You suspected your husband’s stomach did not have muscular curvature. The stranger was the first man you’d ever seen naked. You let yourself consider that for the briefest of moments before you returned to your senses and your defense of your home. By no means had you an understanding of just who this man was and what he was capable of even in his weakened state.

Loki continued to consider your origins. You could not be a simple incarnation of a human. Perhaps you were actually Asgardian, another traveler like himself, grown discontent with the trappings of the ethereal realm and transplanted to Midgard. He had known others who had come; his idea of leaving had not been a unique one. The Norns might have given him some grace after all, by leading him to you. Yet if you were a fragile mortal with a much shorter life than his, you wore your timeline with such grace, that it completely startled him. You were closer to the end of your short life than the beginning, perhaps you knew this and were prepared to defend what little you had accumulated. Or maybe it was something else that inspired such bold words. "What do they call you?" you finally spoke again, daring to continue. "Loki." His name was a rune itself, a spell, the only magic he had left. He wondered if you would feel its power. "Loki," you repeated, his name flowed from your heart to your feet, causing your body to feel heavy. You landed on the velvet living room chair with a crash. Loki, who had been situated in the other chair, leaped up beyond the ability his body should have allowed. "Woman," he said, daring to near you. "Please wake." He had not expected you to faint.

As he drew closer to you, he wasn't sure if you had fainted or passed to some other realm. You looked so peaceful. He held your head and for a moment dared to place a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your eyes struggled to open. "Loki," you murmured, not having heard the name before, but its composition—the four sounds—collided, perhaps stealing your breath. His concern for you was evident on his face, but it quickly faded, replaced by something akin to fear. Loki was startled by how swiftly Midgard's emotions were becoming his own. He had known so little of fear and now he was becoming proficient in all its shades and hues.

Suddenly a deep knock on the door and frantic voices could be heard from outside in the courtyard. A group of tenants had gathered, yelling and frantic. Perhaps the worst of your fears had materialized. Not only were you harboring a man, but now the townsfolk knew and had come to confront you about it in your husband’s absence. You did not want to open the door. You glanced at Loki, who had stepped further back into the darkness of the living room while you found your footing. "Lady, you should answer them," Loki's voice was a mere shadow, yet you trusted it to your surprise. Elinor was also nowhere to be found, and you were once again left to make decisions by yourself. This introduction with the stranger would have to further wait. With all your strength, you walked across the room and unlocked the large, heavy door. Before you could open it fully, the crowd of tenants crashed into your home and fell against you. There were strict conditions under which the manor lords ruled, and such an intrusion was likely less a group coming to judge your guest but one of desperation you immediately recognized.

You gasped for air and tried to calm them, beseeching one of the tenants to explain what had happened. "They are here, the slaughter wolves," Æthaldan, the young blacksmith, finally spoke wildly. The rest of their voices were a blur, a scattered cacophony you couldn't decipher. The "slaughter wolves," who sought to take the land you managed, had been kept at bay by bribe or sword wielded in temporary acts to push them back, to change their minds about the worth of the land. Words had been spoken by the manor lords about the rocky soil being no better than the soils of where they came. Their crops would not find purchase here either. You knew this to be true in your heart since your land had been barren, and that barrenness had crept into all places of your marriage, including your womb. Nothing but the yellow gorse you had planted around the periphery had grown.

Suddenly from behind the crowd, you heard the sound of your closest companion, "What are we to do?" Elinor had been able to come back to the manor from where she had been in the village; she was now frantic as well as she pushed Æthaldan and the others out of her way to get to you. You surveyed the tenants, as you embraced your friend; none had weapons worthy of the name. One held a reaping iron, another something procured from the hearth, likely nothing in comparison to the weapons of the intruders. You needed time to think, but there was none. You looked down at the weapon you had lifted from the stranger while he slept. You had nearly forgotten you were holding it, clasped tightly in your hand. You tried to hide it in your skirt pockets, but it was clear no one had noticed what you were holding in their panic, not even Elinor.

"Please keep them safe until I return!" you finally shouted at your friend, knowing the best she could do was bolt the door once everyone was inside. Your instructions were curt, "Call to the others, have them come to the house," your voice trailed off as you ran through the corridor of the manor, looking for the stranger. You wondered where he had gone; he was still injured but not knowing his nature of intent you imagined all possible things as you searched for him in the curtained darkness of your halls. Your thoughts ceased when you came upon his nearly collapsed form; he was barely able to stand. Without thinking further, you handed him back his knife, taking his hand and placing it to it, folding his fingers around the hilt. "Help us now, I saved you, now you save us," you demanded. "This is your weapon, use it,” you reiterated when you noticed he was not stirred to action. His blue eyes were crestfallen, “Lady, I cannot,” were his words before he handed the blade back to you.

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Forest Green Eyes - PART 6

Castiel & Y/N Winchester

Warnings: mentioning of alcohol, implied smutt

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 2040

This story takes place after the SPN finally. Jack asked Castiel to go back to earth to be the guardian angel of Y/N. Cas accepts this task but only to discover that Y/N is the biological child of Dean.

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“So, what happens now?” The angel asked with a shaky voice. “I think your mission on earth is over Castiel. I think you should go back to Jack and tell him to leave me alone.” She said with tears in her eyes. “Y/N please, don’t.” He begged. Y/N got up, let the picture fall out of her hands. “I’m going for a walk. When I come back, I want you gone.” She said without wasting another look at him.

Y/N walked in the bunker, kind of hoping that Castiel didn’t leave although she really didn’t want to see him. She was torn apart. On her walk she met with her mom, telling her everything. Her mom, at first, didn’t wanted to believe her. But then again it would explain why Castiel didn’t change after all those years.

Castiel went back to heaven, sat down with Jack and told him what happened. “Happy now?” he said with pain in his eyes. He knew Jack did what he thought would be for the best. So, it wasn’t fair to be angry with him. “Well.” Jack said, “I told Dean.” - “You what?!” The angel stood there like he was hit by a train. “He wants to talk to you. Meanwhile I will see what I can do.” Jack tapped Cas on the shoulder before he left. With a heavy heart did Cas go to visit Dean. It had been a while since he had seen his best friend. Castiel sad down on a bench waiting to hear the sound of the impala stop near him. It only took a second. Dean got out of the car, red flannel, washed up jeans, and brown boots. “Hi buddy.” He said with his typical grin and hugged Castiel.

While in heaven the time stand still, the time earth had moved on. It’s been almost 2 months since Castiel left.

Y/N dealt with the break-up the best she could, going to bars and eat greasy fast food. Her mom was worried but didn’t feel inclined to say much. Y/N even took time off work just to go day drinking. In the daytime there were less people, far less people with pity in their eyes watching her. She could go home staying in the bunker, but that reminded her of Cas.

In walks a man she thought looked familiar. But then again, she spends almost every day at the bar for the last weeks. The closer he walked the taller he appeared to be, he took a seat next to Y/N and then it hit her, he did have some grey in his hair, but part from that he didn’t change much. “Sam.” She said without looking up from her glass. “Hi Y/N.”

Castiel told Dean everything about Y/N how he found her, how she grew up. He could see the pain in Dean’s eyes. “If I had know...” He said with a crack in his voice “She would never have to stay with that man!” Then Cas told him about her new school, her first dance, her first boyfriend, jobs she did. How amazing she was with cars and worked at a garage. The Winchester brother smiled at that! “She really is my little girl, isn’t she?” He said looking at the ground. “What now” he asked? Why Are you here and not with her?”

“Well, I think I broke her heart.” Admitted the angel. Dean frowned and gave his friend a questionable look. Castiel sights and started to talk about how he fell in love, the cupids, their first kiss, the night they spend together, although he quickly noticed that Dean didn’t want any details of that! The note, picture and her mom.

After a long silence where Dean processed every word Castiel had just told him he spoke. “Cas, do you love her?” - “Yes.” - “Would you kill for her?” - “Yes” - “But would you die for her?” - “A thousand times.” He said. “Then fight for her.” Dean answered.

“Listen Sam, if you here to talk to me about forgiving your friend it’s not going to happen, so spare me on the lecture.” Y/N said while ordering another drink. “Yeah, no you’re right. That’s not what I came to do. I wanted to see it with my own eyes.” he said. “What?” She asked while turning to him.“How much you look like him.” Sam, I don’t know what you think I want to hear but I really don’t need your help. He nodded “But I could use yours. Y/N you are family, my family. At least come to our place for dinner. Get to know me, my wife and son. If you still feel the same you can leave, and we will never bother you. But you father, my brother is gone and right now you are the last person on this planet that connects me to him.”

Y/N felt those words harder than she wanted to so, she agreed to go with him. Surprisingly, Y/N did have a good time. Sam told her all about Dean, their father and grandfather. She even laughs at the shoe story or when Dean was cursed to puberty by a witch. It was nice to be in a family environment. You offered to help do the dishes, but Sam’s wife insisted that you two talked more. “Aunty Y/N” Dean Jr. wanted your attention. “Yes sweety?” - “Did daddy show you the garage? We have a super cool car, and i can drive it one day!” - “Is that so! Well, I think you need to eat a little more vegies before you may drive a car young man.” Y/N joked.

Sam got up” He is right about one thing, follow me.” Sam opened the garage and proudly revealed the impala. ”Y/N meet Baby.” Y/N’s eyes grew big while her hand covered her mouth. “Is that a 67 Chevy impala? Do you have any idea how rare these are these days?” She walked around the car looking head over heels. “May I?” She asked while pointing at the hood for the car? “Be my guest” Sam laughs.

“Impressed? Want to go for a ride?” He asked tossing the keys to her when closed the hood.

Sam saw the perfect opportunity for a heart-to-heart conversation now he and Y/N were on the road alone. “You know, if I was you, I would give Cas a call. He really isn’t a bad guy.” He started. So you sight and explained everything to Sam. By the end you were stunned on how much you trusted him. You hardly know the guy. “I have this feeling that you two were meant to be. Cupids or no cupids.” - You huffed “Yeah sure.”

“No really think of it. Cas always had a special bond with Dean, one no one could explain. Maybe you were the reason." Y/N didn’t answer but Sam could see that the wheels in her head were turning.

“She sure is a baby.” She said when they returned. Sam grinned and nodded. “What?” She asked still sitting in the car. “You two, 2 drops of water.” He said. Y/N spotted tears appearing in Sam’s eyes. But the younger brother quickly got out of the car before they could roll onto his cheeks.

Castiel came home to the bunker. Y/N wasn’t home, but her mom was. Cas expected her to look angry, yell at him or do something. Instead, she walked up to Cas and gave him a hug. “Whatever you do, make amends. She will be home soon.” The angel nodded.

Y/N thanked Sam and his wife for dinner. “Let me drive you home.” “No need Sammy, my car is parked outside and I'm not leaving her.” She winked while Sam kind of got emotional again with the nickname. “Will we see you again?” Little Dean askes. “I don’t know, do you want to?” She asked him but looked at Sam holding his wife. Sam’s lip twitched into a smile. “Your family, we’d love to! Besides, who is going to take baby out for a spin until D is big enough?” Y/N shakes her head and hugged them goodbye. “Listen, if you ever plan on selling her...” - “Yeah, not going to happen.” He laught really loud. “Good!” She said while getting in her car.

Castiel waited for Y/N by the stairs after he heard her car entering the garage, she had to pass him when she walked into the main floors. “I’ll go wait in my room” Her mom said while placing a hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “Good luck.”

Y/N walked in with a big smile on her face, the best night she had in a long time. “Hello Y/N.” The familiar voice said. Y/N’s smile dropped instant looking at the angel, who surprisingly looked horrible. “Cas? What are you doing here? How, how, you look...” She wanted to be mad, but the only thing going through her mind was how worried she was.

“We need to talk Y/N, my life has been a hell since our fight.” - “I know what you mean. Sit down, have a drink?” The angel shacked his head. “I’ve been to heaven, talked to jack but more important, I talked to Dean. I just want to clear out the story and apologise” He started, “Well, I've talked to the other Winchester.” She said “Sam wants me to listen to you. Let’s say I will follow the advice from an older man for once. So, I’m listening.”

Castiel took a seat next to Y/N and held her hands while talking. After they both explained their feelings past and present, they both fell into silence until Y/N opened her mouth.

“So, we both are hurt, we both said or did this we didn’t want to, and we love each other.” She stated. “Am I missing something?” - “Sounds about right.” The angel agreed. “What now?” Y/N looked Castiel in the eyes. “Y/N, I would love nothing more than to come back and make things up. Prove that I truly love you.” She nodded, “It’s empty without you. I’ve missed you.” Castiel smiled like a madman and pulled her in for a hug.

When they let go, he unconsciously locked eyes with her. “I’ve missed those eyes.” he blurred out. “Yeah, what else have you missed?” She flirted still looking at him. He looked at her lips that quickly looked back up. But she noticed, she got closer to his and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Castiel closed his eyes by their touch and let out a shivering sigh. So, Y/N repeated the action only this time pulled the angel her on his lap and kissed her hard. Y/N’s hand disappeared in Castiel’s hair. While Castiel tugged his hand under her shirt holding her back. “God, I've missed those angelic lips.” Y/N mumbled. Just when things started to get spicy you hear your mom. “Oh great! You kids made up.” she said while walking into the room. Y/N was startled by her mother that she jumped of Castiel’s lap throwing a pillow on him to cover up de bulge in his pants. “This asks for something special. I'll make dinner tonight! ” She said not being aware of the moment she ruined.

Y/N walked behind Castiel and hugged him while whispering in his ear. “Tonight, I'm going to let you do all the things you want to with me. As long as you promise me you won’t hold back.” She said then slightly biting his ear and lowering her hands to stroke his chest. “So, you want me to sin?” He asked with a low aroused voice and hanging back with his head against her breast. “Very much so.” she kissed his head.

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When you didn't say I love you back pt.2 [Madrigals x gn!reader]

Summary: Dolores, and Carlos reaction to you not saying I love you back.

Warning: some are kinda angsty, but idk

Note: WHAHAHAHA THE DATE IS KILLING ME

Created: February 19, 2022

Published: February 25, 2023

— DOLORES is someone who is hard to prank, considering that she hears everything, and constantly alert just in case someone needs help.

Any suprise made for her, are all failure. The super-hearing lied about having no clue, but admit it to you after the party since she doesn't want anyone's efforts go to waste.

You made a deal with Camilo, which is written on paper so Dolores can't hear it. You need to trick your beloved, any trick that will make her off guard and you need to do it by the end of the week, or you'll have to give him all the food he wants for a month. If you win, he'll make sure to help you buy the earmuffs, for girlfriend's incoming birthday.

It's challenging since she can hear your steps, breathing, as well as heartbeat. You need to be calm and collected to be able to do it.

Taking your tiple with you—you rush to the la casa Madrigal. You took off your slippers and put on another pair of soft ones, so your steps are quiet enough to make Dolores comfortable. You use your finger to tap against her door instead of knocking with knuckles is a habit you made yourself for your significant other.

You might not know it, but the super-hearing appreciate all the small things you made for her. "Hermosa, Good to see you!" You greeted once you opened the door, revealing the girl of your dreams sitting by her cello, turning away from the intrument, her lips formed into a smile.

"About time you show up," you giggled at her words, peeking at her lips, before taking sit at a nearby stool.

"I discovered this melody last night, do you wanna hear it? Only if you want to of course!" The softness of you voice is enough to make Dolores melt on the spot.

"Sure, I'd love to! Your music is always amazing." It's not a suprise that Dolores loves music, she always has ever since she's a child. She loves hearing all kinds of it, that was until she received her gift. Everything change from then on, before she met you.

"You already heard it last night, didn't you?" Playfully rolling your eyes when she let out a squeak, knowing that she already got caught. "It's fine, did it let you sleep though?"

"It did, thank goodness for that! Last night is very loud, especially those married couples..." lightly giggling at her statement, you move your fingers to the strings and stroke. Grimacing at the off tone.

"My sister might have played with this earlier," you adjust the strings, as Dolores waited patiently, scooching near while watching you with her big adorable eyes, and a warm smile at her face.

As you work, your mind caught something you thought could work as prank. While thinking of how the plan will work, you're focusing of relaxing your breathing and heartbeat, you know she'll find out you're messing with her once you did that trick.

"And done!" You exclaimed, stroking it once again satisfied by musical sounds it produces. "I'm doing to get some water downstairs, do you need anything, amor?" You stood up, grabbing the emtpy glass cups by the shelves, that you assume she forgot to bring down.

"A water will be fine as well," she respond, turning around to play with her cello once again, "careful walking with those glass, love you."

"I will!" You mentally give yourself a pat on the back when you heard her squeak once again. Focusing at your heartbeat and breathing, you successfully grab two glass of water, sipping a bit of it, before going back to a Dolores suspiciously giving you a side glace. "Here you go, mi vida. Now where were we?"

Throughout the time, you can feel the brunette's eyes on you. You ignored her stares— you know that she's waiting. Your heart pump faster as her stare is turning into a glare. You can feel yourself sweating, but need to keep calm. This is your only chance to buy those earmuffs, and you're not gonna let it slide.

Time past like blink of an eye, as you say goodbye at your significant other. "Today was great, mi vida. See you tomorrow, alright?" You say your farewell, locking your lips with her plump ones, smiling in contentment. Her arms snake over your shoulders, and pull you in for more, you didn't expect her to pull you deeper into it, but didn't complain.

You're the one to pull away from it because of the lack of oxygen your lungs are begging to have. No words exchanged as you and the brunette stared into one another, breathing heavily.

Dolores was the first one to break the silence, "see you tomorrow, te amo [name]," her slender fingers run to your hair, you beam at her sweet affection. You almost said it back if it aren't for your eagle-like eyes, spotting two of her siblings by the balcony.

Camilo's hand covering Antonio's eyes, the little one complaining about what's happening, while the teen made a silent gagging expression at the two of you.

Oh right, the prank. "Don't acknowledge them, it's his fault for spying," the super-hearing dismissed her brothers, taking note to herself to hit him later, for ruining your romantic moment.

Chuckling at her words, you continued with your plan, "I know, I gotta go now, bye lori." Peeking at her cheek, you turned around to go home, and tell the shape-shifter about you successful pla- "oooww, ow, ow, ow!" You exclaimed as the girl of your dreams pinch your ear, pulling you to face her.

"You're forgetting something." She reminded, softly patting you cheeks. Her brows knitted together, she knows and Camilo blew it for you. You're not gonna give up though.

"Oh, of course!" You replied, peaking her at the lips, before turning back and trying to run off, but you're not fast enough.

The super-hearing caught you by the back of your collar. Pulling you back, "you're not leaving until you say it, and we both know I know about your little tricks. So, stop with the playing, [nickname]."

Defeated, you whine bit. You were close, if only Camilo didn't show up, she won't know. "I'm sorry, I have to do it! Love you, 'Lores."

"Love you too, but I have to say, you're good."

"Learned from the master!"

— It was a scary experience to you that last time you prank CARLOS. He almost killed Camilo thinking it was him, you never dared to do it again. Though, today is different, you'll do it again but a prank that is something that will made him think what he did wrong, well in fact he did.

Carlos forgot your birthday, for the rest of the day you've been thinking he's planning a surprise for you. But no, the whole day he's acting as if it's any other one, doing his usual things that he do daily.

You two have been together for few months, you know when his birthday is, so how come he doesn't know yours? You two talked about it that's why you know when his was, did he forgot yours? Or didn't check the date? Maybe.

You were reading a book by your desk near the window when a shadow sudden block the light from the sun. Carlos sat near you more on the window in front of you, reading along the words from the literature, you didn't acknowledge his presence and continue with you activity.

The boy in maroon frown, usually you've notice him and give him your sweet cheek kisses before talking about your day.

"Hey," Carlos called out, popping to the chair beside you not after turning it around so the back rest is in front of him.

"Hi Carlito," you greeted, not giving him any attention as you flip another page. The troublemaker waited for another word from you, but is met with silence.

"Why Aren't you talking? Speak to me." He requested, more like demanded. He's not used to this routine, he's not used to your silence, he's not used to you ignoring him.

No one ignores him.

"Hmm?" That was the last straw for him. taking the book from you, he successfully gain your attention that he's unconsciously craving. "Give it back,"

With an eye roll, he stated. "Oh, now I've got you to notice me. I feel loved." Said Carlos, sarcasm lingering in his voice. The book just above his head.

"Quit playing around, just give it back." As much as you want to mess with your lover, he needs to know you're mad at him. The problem about that is; he never takes things seriously.

The troublemaker's heart dropped when you turned around and fix your desk, ignoring him, he'll never admit that it hurts him. He's too spoiled with your affection that he doesn't know what to do when you ignore him.

The troublemaker is taken aback, but didn't show it. Hiding it behind in a raised brow, making it look like he's questioning your odd behavior; a part of him does though.

He knew he made a mistake, but kept denying it. What did he even do anyway?

Ignoring your words, he continued, "What's so special about this anyway? You've already read this a thousand times."

"But I just got to my favorite part!"

"You'll get it back when you get it back." You don't know how much he wants to peak on your pouty lips. Placing the book on the highest place he could find in your room, before leaning into nothing so he could fall onto your bed. You just stared at him as he made himself comfortable, you really don't know how this would end. "Why are still standing there? C'mere."

But his heart went back to besting animatedly when you came to his side once you put everything neatly on your desk. Though it irked him when you cuddle by his side with a gap between you two and your back is facing him. "What shit are you pulling?"

"What do you mean?" You know he doesn't like swearing in front of you, but when it comes, you know he's very much pissed off.

"[Name], there's a fucking gap between us, and you're telling me you don't know what I mean?" He cussed, pulling you deeply into him your back hitting his chest. The troublemaker buried his face in your neck, hot breath came in contact with your skin. "If I did something, say it. I'm no fortune-teller."

Neither of you said anything afterwards, he let you draw small shapes on his hands as well as arms. He gave you time to process your words before saying it to him, which is mostly unlike him. Carlos gave you small pecks as a sign of affection with a bit of rue. He wants to know what he did, he not good at being aware if his tease can be turned into insults.

"My birthday." You mumbled, snuggling deeper in his arms.

"Your what?"

"My birthday, you forgot my birthday..."

"Oh." He paused, realisation hit him like a brick. his mind bring him back to that same day, you weren't your usual self. you're enthusiastic about something that day, but as the day pass by he notice you became gloomy by every second. though, he only thought you were tired. "Sorry- what... how can i make it up to you?"

Thinking of what you want was something harder than you expected, "I don't really know. You can think of something."

The boy hummed in thought, his arms feel goosebumps as your fingers trail across it, writing the words love you repeatedly but of course he doesn't need to know that. and idea struck you. "I out of ideas, but—" he sighed, though it sounded with guilt as well as embarrassment, "I'm sorry, i can come up with something tomorrow. i won't forget it this time."

there are rare times where carlos would apologise, he delivered his sorry in a lazy tone, yet he means it all.

"it's alright, it was childish of me to do that." you smiled at him, carlos stared at you, analysing your features before he spoke again, loosing his trace.

"yea, you were an idiot." he yelp as you pinch his arm that you were just caressing a second ago.

your laugh has a nice ring in his ears, he erupt a low chuckle with you. he buries his face into your neck, your fragrance gives him comfort that he can't describe with words. "i love you, i'm sorry."

"i know, it's okay." and there it begins. mischievous creept up to your face, but he shows no signs of confusion.

carlos then again sound his thoughts, thinking you only respond to his sorry. "i love you, [name]." his voice is soft, and full of sincerity. making you melt of the spot. moments like this are something to cherish with him forever.

but sometimes he will get the taste of his own medicine. "i know." you replied, you felt giddy yet you pretend to doze off to slumber as you feel his arms tight around you.

"te amo, mi vida." his voice is firm yet gentle, as if demanding and begging for you to say it back. you can feel his breath by your neck

"mhm." is what he received. you wanna play like that?

chop.

"ack-!" you yelp, as he bit you by your shoulder. "why did you do that for?" looking back at him, trying to escape his grasp.

carlos kissed where he had bit you, before demanding "say it back."

"say what back?"

"i love you, say it back. right now. do it."

"carlito, i just want sleep."

"no you're not sleeping until— hey!" he exclaim, you hid under your blanket cutting him off. a huge smile is plastered on your face.

that gleam however, is wipped off when you feel a heavy body on top of you. crushing you. "you're heavyyy, off!"

"say i love you too, then I'll get off."

"no!"

"why not? i know you love me, say it back."

you emerged from you blanket, looking at him with a frown. "carlitooo" you whined as you try to push him off.

"amoooor" he mocked, inching his face closer to you. peaking at your lips, a smirk breaking into his face as he pulled away. "i love you."

pursed your lips together, your try not to break into how he kept his gaze at you. with a heavy sigh as well as an eye roll. you finally said it back, "i love you too."

"there you go," kissing you again, before he get off of you, bringing you body to his embrace. cuddling into your sheetings. "it wasn't so hard, was it?"

"it was challenging." he breathes a laugh at your reply.

"I'll take you on a date tomorrow, rest for now. idiot."

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