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b0ng05 · 5 months ago

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Hi(gh) Milf! Wanda Maximoff x Stoner! Reader Pt.1

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Prompt: Billy and Tommy are coming home from college for winter break, Wanda couldn't be happier. Until they show up with her least favorite guest. Enemies to lovers type of vibe 🥴

Warnings: Age gap, smoking, Angst

Also, Not Proofread 💅

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Wanda had always been a supportive mother to her boys, she’ll love them no matter what. They were her babies and could do no wrong in her eyes. Now, just because she’s supportive doesn’t mean she always approves of their choices. Like she didn’t approve of the way Tommy had wanted to bleach his hair over and over, mostly because she was worried about the health of it. Or when she didn’t approve of the boys wanting a pet lizard, but let them have it anyway to make them happy. Or how she doesn’t approve of Billy’s newest choice.

Billy had begun college and he had started making new friends. While that was great, there was one friend in particular that Wanda thought might be a bad influence on her son. Her name was Y/n, and as of late, Billy had chosen her to accompany him everywhere. They were like Dumb and Dumber, but put them together with Tommy when he’s home and it’s the Three Stooges.

From the first day Y/n had entered their home, Wanda could smell the reefer off the younger woman from three feet away. That accompanied with the stupid goofy grin on her face and Wanda instantly knew the girl was stoned. It wasn’t that Wanda didn’t approve of smoking, she just didn’t want her boys getting sidetracked with that new hobby and letting their grades slip in college, or getting mixed with the wrong crowd, nonetheless, she trusted them enough to ensure that themselves. And most of the time when the kids did visit back home with their new friend, Y/n was the only one stoned, and that only fortified the trust she had in her boys.

It was mid December, the air outside had grown cold and snow had begun to coat the ground in cold powdery layers. The Maximoff household smelt of fresh baked gingerbread cookies and a hint of cinnamon apples. Wanda had begun her baking when the boys told her they were driving home for Winter break. She was excited to see her kids for the holidays, to hear what she missed out on while they were away. She had kept herself pretty busy when the boys left home. She appreciated the free time to figure out who she was outside of being a mother, she had always had her own interests, but when the boys came along, they became her whole world. But now, she had time to try new hobbies and adventure out. She was happy, and it was a bittersweet yet tremendous feeling. So she softly hummed out a tune as she mixed together the cookie dough in the kitchen aid before her, lost in a peaceful bliss.

What Wanda’s kids forgot to mention to her, is that they were bringing Y/n with them for Winter break. Y/n had nowhere else to go for the weeks off, it was either go with the twins or be stuck on campus, the second choice didn’t sound too appealing. So, with a stash tucked in her duffle bag, she hopped in Billy’s suv. They had picked up Tommy from his dorm on the other side of campus, and began their journey back to the Maximoff home. The car was filled with the quiet hum of the wheels along the road and soft music playing in the background, the playlist courtesy of Billy. The twins occasionally chatted about school and the freshest gossip, the atmosphere was warm and comfortable.

As the car cruises down the highway, Y/n’s eyes fall to the window, her mind getting lost in a haze that wasn’t weed induced. Y/n felt guilty, of course she did. She may be stoned all the time, but she wasn’t a complete idiot. She felt as if she was invading the Maximoff household; it was clear to her from the first interactions that Wanda wasn’t necessarily the biggest fan of hers. Whether it was due to her poor introduction or whether it was how she dressed and acted, she couldn’t chalk up which one rubbed Wanda the wrong way. She didn’t want to impose herself into their home, but she didn’t have a different home to go back to. Her plan this winter break was to be out of Wanda’s vision as much as she could. Whether she had to hide away in the guest room all break, or if she had to duck out in Billy’s room. Anything to avoid the fake sugary kindness and judgemental glances.

Billy pulled over to a gas station along the side road, grabbing his wallet. He unbuckled his seatbelt, turning in his seat so he can view both passengers easier. “Alright, I’m running in to grab something to drink, you two want anything?” Billy asks, turning to look at Y/n and Tommy, who was sitting in the backseat with a bag of doritos in his lap.

“Redbull,” Tommy says through a mouthful of chips. Billy cringes, turning to look at Y/n, expecting to see the same reaction, instead he’s met with the sight of her staring off into space, lost in her own mind.

“You alright?” Billy lightly taps the back of his hand to Y/n’s shoulder to grab her attention from the dashboard. The woman jumps at the contact, eyes flying up to meet his.

“Y-yeah I’m good. Just- thinking about something. What did you ask?” She sheepishly requests, scratching the back of her neck.

“Want something to drink? I’m running in.” Billy gives a warm reassuring smile. He knew she was a bit spacey, whether it was the weed or her natural demeanor, he didn’t care. To him, she was good company either way. The day they got assigned to that group project together, he didn’t think much of her, just another person that was gonna slack on their end of the work. But as he got to know her, there was a lot more to her than the simple one-track mind that people assumed was in there. When the other two people in their group project had decided to slack off, she had helped him pick up the weight and finish the project with an A. When Billy saw her effort, he decided Y/n was someone worth keeping around. He knew Y/n was smart, the humble kind of smart. She may have put on a facade in front of others but behind it was a beautiful personality that just needs a little more effort to get to know. And in Billy’s opinion, the effort was well worth it.

“A monster would be great, thank you.” She smiles back. Running a hand through her hair to push it out of her face. Taking a deep breath to shake the lingering thoughts from her mind, blinking them out as she turns to face the boys.

“See, she has manners, unlike SOMEBODY.” Billy jokes, whipping his head to look back at Tommy, who comically whips his head to look behind him for the culprit. Billy snorts at his reaction, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Billy, who’s back there?” Tommy asks, his voice quivering, imitating genuine concern. A dramatic, chip-dust covered hand over his chest to clutch his imaginary pearls. His eyes wide and mortified.

“I can’t with you-” Billy bites back a laugh, shaking his head as he gets out of the car. He closes the door before walking into the gas station. Once Tommy sees that Billy has entered the store, he reaches up to the passenger seat, smacking Y/n in the arm with his hand. Y/n gags at the doritos dust he leaves behind in wake of his touch. Quickly wiping her arm clear of any lingering chip dust while grimacing.

“Dude, break one of those joints out.” Tommy requests, a cheeky grin on his face. He wipes his hands off with one of the wet napkins in the backseat, something Billy kept back there specifically for Tommy after a particularly harrowing trip to Wing Stop in the past. Y/n chuckles and rolls her eyes, shaking her head playfully at his request.

“No way, you know Billy is paranoid about his car smelling.” Y/n reasons with a mischievous grin. “Just wait till we get to your place, we can hide out in your old treehouse again and smoke.” Tommy huffs exaggeratedly and leans back in his seat, “Why can’t you be like, ‘sure Tommy, we can go outside the car and smoke?’” He mimics Y/n’s tone.

“It’s cold, I’m not freezing my ass off out there.” Y/n laughs, glancing back at him. He scoffs and retorts, “As if the treehouse won’t be cold.”

“That’s different because we can plug in the space heater up there.” Y/n points out. The treehouse was something Tommy and Billy’s dad had built for them before his and Wanda’s divorce. He put extra care and work into making it the best treehouse the boys could ask for. As over the years Vision’s efforts proved themself, the treehouse had held up tremendously well, only thing different was the red paint that began to fade in shades.

Billy exits the store, a plastic bag in his hand as he enters the car, passing the bag to Tommy to deal out.

“Ew, did you get sparkling water? What are you?” Tommy playfully mocks his twin, passing the bottle up to Y/n so she can put it in the cupholder. At his words, he receives a chuckle from the woman and a glare from Billy through the rearview mirror. “Gay,” Y/n responds for Billy, “He’s gay.” Snorting when Billy smacks her upper arm in a playful scold. Tommy snickers, passing Y/n her monster from the bag before cracking open his own Redbull.

“Says the other gay,” Billy quips, his lips quirking upwards. Y/n grins, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Takes one to know one.” She jokes, cracking open her can and taking a sip.

Billy and Tommy laugh at her words, settling back in their seats for the rest of the journey. Billy buckles back in his seat, beginning to drive again. Their trip to the Maximoff household is almost complete, only a few more hours ahead of them. The winter clouds brewing a snowstorm above them, dimming the daylight that remained. The heat of the car warmed Y/n’s cheeks, her eyes turning heavy and tired with the comfort. The sound of Britney Spears echoing in the car and filling the silence. Her eyes settled on the fields passing by, and it wasn’t long before her eyes fell shut and soft snores emitted from her.

A few hours later, the tires roll into the driveway, the snow quietly crunching beneath their weight. As Billy pulls the car into park, Tommy reaches up into the passenger seat, delivering a firm but gentle hit to the woman’s arm to wake her. The trio exit the car, collecting their belongings before making their way to the front door. It was painted a bright white with royal blue detailings and a golden doorknob to compliment the colors. A green christmas wreath with bells and ribbons hung from the center. Billy went to grab his keys from his pocket, but before he had the opportunity to pull them out, the door flew open.

Wanda stood before them, a big excited grin on her face as she opened her arms for her boys. She was wearing a grey christmas sweater with black reindeer patterns, a pair of black leggings and fuzzy socks on her feet. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, a small flick of flour littering her cheek. The big grin on her face dwindled slightly at the sight of the familiar y/h/c in front of her. Nonetheless, forcing the grin again to welcome them.

“Boys! Hug your mother!” She teases, pulling the twins into her arms. A small tinge of annoyance tweaked at the back of her mind, not knowing her boys were gonna have a guest with them. Her least favorite one at that. When they pull away from the hug, Wanda gives the best fake smile she can produce. Her green eyes looked the younger woman up and down, taking in her appearance. The younger woman was in jeans, a hoodie, and an old worn out winter hat, no jacket despite the cold temperatures.

“Hi, Ms. Maximoff,” Y/n pipes up with an awkward smile and a half wave. Not really knowing what to do, especially under the older woman’s intimidating gaze.

“Y/n, nice to see you again. Are you staying with us for Winter break?” She asks, praying the answer was no, but not getting her hopes up entirely. She knew that the chances of the girl coming for a quick visit was very unlikely. “Yeah, we didn’t want her to be alone in the dorms for Christmas.” Billy informs, trying to make his mother seek a little empathy for the girl once he notices the look in Wanda’s eyes. At the words, Wanda’s annoyance dwindles slightly, showing some understanding. She gives the warmest smile she can, opening the door to let them all in. “C’mon, don’t want anyone getting a cold, do we?” She says, nodding her head to gesture to them to come in. Wanda slightly grimacing at the whiff of weed on the younger woman’s hoodie as she passes through.

The group piles in, slipping their shoes off by the door before making their ways to set their belongings in their respective rooms. Y/n silently cursing the fact that the guest room was next to Wanda’s room instead of next to the boys. It would make hiding from Wanda a little harder than anticipated. Y/n sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh, mind flicking through anxious thoughts as she eyed her backpack. She grabbed a joint out, making her way into the bathroom connected between the guest room and Wanda’s. Locking both doors and cracking open the bathroom window, Y/n lights her joint. Letting her anxious worries turn into a comforting euphoria as she leaned against the wall, blowing the smoke out the window. Exhaling her worries out with grey puffs. Anxious thoughts dwindling, it wouldn’t be too hard to stay out of Wanda’s way right? All Y/n had to do was stick to the guest room or stick to Billy and Tommy like a parasite. It wasn’t that Wanda was too intimidating to be around. Maybe it was- despite the point, Wanda was stunning. Y/n didn’t do great around pretty women, she turned into a blubbering blushing mess. And especially older women, and Wanda hit both points dead center. She was absolutely stunning, effortlessly so. As Y/n smoked, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander thoughts of the older woman. How cute that speck of flour on her cheek looked, the whimsical pastel gingerbread men on her fluffy socks, every quirk and trait that had Y/n enamored-

'No- no, absolutely not enamored, this is my best friend’s mother for gods sake.'

Wanda was taking the cookies out of the oven, her mind sorting through her thoughts as she set the baking sheets on the stovetop. She began using a spatula to take the cookies off and set them on the drying racks. But the question lingering in her mind is, why didn’t Y/n have anywhere to go? She knew that Y/n never really mentioned her family but Wanda just chalked that up to the younger woman being a rather private person. From what Wanda had observed being around her, Y/n didn’t talk much, only jutting in with the boys when they’re joking around. Wanda knew nothing about her besides the fact that the younger woman was an English major that liked smoking the good kush and was unreasonably good at Mario Kart. That last one she learned when the boys came home for a weekend with her and they all ended up playing a few rounds while Wanda sat on the couch and observed with a content smile. As much as Wanda disliked the younger woman, she was a good kid despite the smoking. Y/n was always a help after supper, offering to do the dishes up as a ‘thank you’, cleaning up after herself, just random chores to help. Maybe, Wanda could try to make peace with the woman. Maybe a few weeks of winter break with her boys and Y/n couldn’t be so bad… Right? She just needed to try to be more understanding, maybe get to know her better. It was for the boys sake, right? Not the fact that she did find the younger woman attractive and a little endearing. Especially with how nervous and bashful she looks whenever Wanda is around, or that cute glimmer in her eyes when she won Mario Kart last time. What was she thinking? It's her son's friend, she can't think like that.

Then the scent hit her.

Wanda ran over to the oven, whipping it open and using an oven mit to take out the last tray of cookies. Slightly burnt and crispy as they clung on to the baking sheet. A small unconscious pout falling on her lips, her brows furrowing as she sets them on the oven. Turning off the oven and shutting it closed. “Damn it,” Wanda mutters, tossing the oven mit on the counter before making her way over to the cookies on the drying rack. Their gold hue mocking the burnt ones. Letting out a sigh, she turned to walk out of the kitchen to give them time to cool down. As she makes her way up the stairs, a faint smile graces her lips, hearing her boys chat in their room as they unpack. She goes to her bedroom to grab her phone off it’s charger, but pauses in her steps. Her nose tipping up as she sniffs the air, smelling something familiar, something burning. Her eyes widen slightly as she makes her way to the connected bathroom, knocking heavily.

“Y/n, you better not be smoking in my house!” She calls through the door, annoyance peeking through her tone.

Y/n freezes, eyes wide in fear and embarrassment of being caught. Quickly snubbing the joint out in the sink and stuffing the remaining half in her hoodie pocket. Panic filling her mind, what happens when she leaves this bathroom? Is she gonna be kicked out? Is she gonna get a lecture from Wanda?

She didn’t know, but boy was she scared to find out. But she took a deep breath, mustering up her courage before unlocking the door and opening it, revealing the brunette before her. Wanda’s eyebrow quirked as the scent grew stronger.

“Hiiii, Wanda.” Y/n drawls out, giving a guilty smile, sheepishly lowering her head to brace for the woman’s reaction. But to her surprise, a small laugh breaks past Wanda’s lips.

That guilty smile tugged at Wanda’s heartstrings in a way she couldn’t help. A small smile that Wanda tried to fight back, and a hint of amusement in her eyes, but she quickly tries to cover both.

“If you’re gonna smoke, go outside.” She reminds, lightly flicking the younger woman in the forehead before entering the bathroom to light a candle to get rid of the smell. Y/n’s eyes widen almost comically, surprised that Wanda didn’t raise her voice.

“Sorry, I know.” Y/n’s cheeks flush pink as she scratches at the back of her neck. Her eyes following as the older woman enters her bedroom again, standing before her.

“It’s alright, just don’t let me catch you again.” Wanda hums playfully, “Now c’mon, I need you and the boys to help me decorate all those cookies, wouldn't want my baking to be for not.” Nodding her head towards the door with a small smile, Wanda heads out into the hall.

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Authors Note- Okay, how are we feeling?

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #b0ng05

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rosylix143 · 4 months ago

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their pet names for you | ot8

pairing: ot8 skz x fem!reader (separate)

genre: fluff, suggestive

synopsis: their petnames for you if they were your boyfriends

cw: they’re mostly pretty flirty/teasing (minho calls you a good kitty and seungmin calls you a good puppy), but it is mostly tame (let me know if i’m missing anything)

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bang chan

he would 100% call you honey no doubt

“hey, honey, can you stay the night?”

“honey, wanna listen to this song i made?”

“rise and shine, honey”

he’d also call you baby cuz obviously

“baby, please hold me.”

“baby, i can’t sleep.”

“i got all the big hugs for you my baby”

*screams aggressively in the pillow*

lee minho

i feel like jagiya/jagi is just so fitting

“jagiyaaaaaa, when are you coming home?”

“feed the cats for me okay? love you, jagi”

“the boys need me for the album. i’ll text you later, jagiya” (i had to lol)

he’d probably call you kitten too but mainly when he’s feeling extra flirty :p

“my kitten’s got such a cute ass, doesn’t she?”

“my kitten looks so pretty like this…you’re such a good kitty when you want to be”

“i can make you do more than just purr, kitten, if you don’t behave nicely”

*folding like a beach chair*

seo changbin

he would call you beautiful :3

“GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIFUL!!!”

“hey there, beautiful, what are you cooking up this time?”

“i miss you, beautiful :((((”

i can also see binnie call you princess

“wanna hit the gym with me, princess?”

“look at my princess looking so pretty and pink.”

“what do you mean, princess? of course i love picking you up and carrying you around everywhere. i didn’t get this strength for nothing.”

he’d also call you bunny but not as often as the other two.

“anything you need, bunny? i can get it for you if you like.”

“found this new protein shake. would you like to try it with me, bunny?”

“i am so lucky to have the best bunny in the whole world.”

hwang hyunjin

i can see him calling you his darling

“hello, my darling. here’s some flowers”

“i’m going to miss you so much, darling. just wait for me, and i’ll be home soon.”

“what do you think of my painting, darling? cmon, don’t laugh.”

he’d also call you love

“morning, my love”

“make sure kkami is okay, love. i don’t want her freaking out too much without me.”

“i name this piece after you, my love, for you are the greatest art”

han jisung

like chan, this man would also call you baby. it’s second nature.

“BABYYYYY I’M HOOOOOMMMEEEE”

“yes, i wrote this song about you, baby. wanna hear it?”

“thank you for being there for me, baby. i mean it.”

he would also call you cutie or cutie pie

“hey, cutie. what’cha doin?” he says as he mischievously smirks.

“i wish i could bring this cutie pie on stage, but i’d be so distracted from the performance.”

“come here, cutie. give your hannie a kiss”

he’d honestly have a plethora of petnames for you ngl :3333

lee felix

he’d also have a plethora of petnames: honey, my love, baby, sweetheart, darling, etc.

“i’m on my way home, honey. better have those welcome home kisses ready for me”

“good morning, my love. is there anything i can whip up for you?”

“how are you better at league than i am, baby?”

“welcome home, darling. just lay back, okay? i’m already prepping dinner.”

but the ones that are unique to him are pumpkin and angel/angel baby

“look at you, pumpkin, looking so sweet and cute. i could just eat you up.”

“did you enjoy the show, pumpkin? bet i could make you scream louder back home than in the crowd ;))))” (yes felix please wnwkejdjfnenfjdjwjw)

“you’re so beautiful, angel….just let me kiss your pretty skin for the next hour please”

“a perfect batch of cookies for my perfect angel baby”

“i wrote a song, angel. what do you think?”

i could go on and on but yes. i am so weak for him.

kim seungmin

his go-to petname for you is puppy/pup because if his fellow members gets to call him that, then he gets to call you that too.

“i’m going to japan, puppy. let me know what you’d like from there.”

“my pup looks so cute. you’re going to make my members jealous.”

“now that’s a good puppy. you patiently waited for me.”

like changbin, seungmin would also call you princess

“i’m outside, princess, open the door.”

“don’t push yourself too hard, princess. it’s okay to take a break”

“that dress is going to be the death of me, princess. you sure you wanna wear that in front of my members?”

yang jeongin

since he is fox, he’d call you his vixen

“what did you think of the dance, my vixen? is it the right amount of sexy?”

“no, my vixen. you don’t get to leave me like that. i only got five minutes.”

“my vixen is quite the little thief isn’t she? where did you put my phone charger?”

“my hyungs don’t get to hold my vixen like i do….that’s a privilege i will never let go of.”

he’d also call you cutie because of course he does.

“hey there, cutie.”

“i miss you sm, my cutie :((((”

“i am not letting you go, cutie. not by a long shot. you’re stuck with me forever.”

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a/n: sorry if it’s taking me forever to post anything. i’ve mostly been stuck playing love and deepspace cuz caleb has a severe chokehold on me now lmao. but let me know what y’all thought about this little headcanon post in the comments and reblog if you liked it. feel free to check out my other works too in my masterlist. also if you want to be the first to see any work that i post, join the taglist that i have linked. anyways, see you in my next post :)))

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fixated-cookies · 2 months ago

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Teacher I have an idea: SMC as a crazy scientist, and you're his apprentice. Both of you do tests on Truthless recluse, teasing him relentlessly until he's panting and gasping and frustrated.

This is soooo deliciously cruel <3333. I can barely imagine it

MDNIWARNING- unethical morals, human(?) testing, non-con, syringe use, bondage, dead dove perhaps

Pairing- reader /shadow milk cookie/ truthless recluse

Shadow milk already fits the role of so many occupations I wouldn't be surprised if he randomly went on and became a scientist as a side quest. Shadow Milk cookie pushing ruthless recluse to his limits under the guise of scientific curiosity? That’s exactly the kind of twisted amusement Shadow Milk would revel in.

And with us as his protégé, his little assistant, the one he’s so delighted to corrupt as well. He’d take great joy in watching you adopt his methods, whispering in your ear as you join in on the torment.

Smilk would research the countless types of materials that cause aphrodisiac reactions. Testing them on him one by one, documenting and researching how it affects him. Maybe at first, you’re hesitant. But Shadow Milk guides you, encourages you, molding you into a perfect reflection of himself. Maybe you start to enjoy it as well.

“Ah, ah, my dear assistant, you’re hesitating again! Tsk, tsk… Now, what did I say about second-guessing?" He'd scold you lightly for taking pity on Truthless Recluse's withering form on the medical table. His cock was stiff, red, and leaking. He could glare at Shadow Milk all he wants, but the reality is that the bonds aren't going anywhere. "science demands commitment! Precision! Just like this—watch closely, I’ll show you again~” he'll coo into your ears deceitfully sweet.

He'll reach around and grab the syringe within your hand, filled with whatever fluid makes truthless recluse wither in pleasure. "The veins can be easily seen with a tourniquet, my dear, patience..." Grabbing your hand within his, he leads the syringe right into a pretty, delicate area into his arm.

Shadow Milk is still a performer at heart, and he knows how to overwhelm his “audience.” He’d toy with Truthless Recluse, overstimulating him with carefully timed touches, whispers, and cruel mind games.

ahhh just imagine him forcing you to wear lubed-up gloves to jerk truthless off within a time frame. whichever aphrodisiac cause him to cum the fastest, he writes down for 'science' "Your body never lies, Recluse, unlike that pitiful little mind of yours."

or maybe instead of focusing on him cumming, it's the opposite.

"This isn’t… this isn’t research. This is just—just your twisted little game." His body betrays him, a shudder rolling down his spine. He hates it. Hates the way Shadow Milk’s knowing grin only widens. Hates the way your gaze lingers. He lets out a low groan that rumbles in his chest. He can feel the spurts of pre-cum roll down his throbbing cock

"I hate you," he mutters, voice barely above a whisper.

Shadow Milk only grins. "Oh, I know."

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ahh, I feel like I haven't been able to do this one justice, I was just trying to embody the controlling nature shadow milk has. I feel like I focused too much on shadow milk :(((, but I don't know much about recluse, and majority of what i know is from videos further into the game, sighhh

#shadow milk cookie x reader #truthless recluse x reader #truthless recluse x shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie smut #truthless recluse smut #crk yandere #yandere shadow milk #yandere shadow milk cookie #crk smut #tw noncon

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daenysx · 11 months ago

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imagine giving james a skincare sesh where reader is seated comfortably (on his lap ehm) and he lets her put all sorts of moisturizers, face masks and even lip balm on him and he secretly LOVES it and after they eat homemade cookies and watch their comfort show

thank you for requesting!! i had so much fun writing this, it's my skincare routine applied to james. i guess that means he's literally my boyfriend now (support my delusions please <3333) you can send me requests for james!

james potter x fem!reader, fluff

"are you ready?" you say, grinning. you carried most of your skincare essentials to living room, ready to give your tired boyfriend a nice spa day.

"yes." james walks out of the bathroom. "i washed my face."

"with the cleansing jel?"

"yes, baby." he sits on the couch next to you. you place yourself on his lap expertly, his face looks dry and clean. you lean to give him a kiss on his cheek, james settles down on couch with his back to pillows.

"okay." you say, clapping your hands. you're excited to give him a nice treating, he deserves all the best. you've never understood how boys have clear and smooth skin naturally, james certainly doesn't use as many products as you do, but he lets you do anything you want to him. skincare is like a therapy for you, quality minutes you spend on yourself. it's relaxing, taking care of your body without a single thought in your mind, you want james to experience it, too.

"let me just pull your hair back first." you say quietly, using tiny hairclips to secure his curls.

"why are you whispering?" he asks, whispering.

"i wanna create a relaxing ambience for you." you answer. "whispering is a part of it."

"oh." he teases. "okay."

you take your face toner in your hand, pouring some of it on a cotton pad. "close your eyes, jamie." you say, start applying it on his skin.

james relaxes into the pillow, his hands keep you balanced on his thighs. he likes how excited you get to take care of him, he likes being spoiled by you. your fingers are gentle on his face, almost invisible.

"now i'm gonna put on a face mask, handsome." you say, tearing the package of the mask. "it can feel a bit cold."

"that's okay." he mumbles. you place the mask on his skin carefully, adjusting the sides to cover his entire face. "what does this do?"

"um," you read the package. "it's for hydration mostly, and it has vitamin c in it."

"cool." he has no idea what vitamin c does for skin.

"we're gonna wait for 15 minutes." you say. "can i massage your hands while we wait?"

this must be some kind of special heaven for james. he gives you his hands blindly, you put on hand cream on the back of his hands and start rubbing it nicely on his skin.

james sometimes complains about how rough his hands feel, he washes them a lot and always neglects applying moisturizer. the cream feels good, like he has the skin of a baby now. you're being really sweet on him, he likes the way his muscles loosen up under your fingers.

"you're an angel." he says, a deep sound coming from his throat when you press a tight spot between his thumb and forefinger. "my fucking angel."

you smile, giving the same care to his other hand. james feels his hands go numb when you're finished. you clean the remnants of the cream on your hands before taking the mask off his face. "there you go." you put the used mask aside. "feels good?"

"i feel like a baby."

you laugh. "you're gonna be like a baby when i'm done."

it's a nice promise, james likes it very much. "i'm gonna apply some under eye cream now." you whisper. "you have no dark circles, i'm so jealous."

"it's because i actually have a sleeping schedule, lovely girl." he smiles. "something you lack, you know."

"hmm."

you massage his face a little bit before applying some moisturizer. you don't think any more products are needed for james, his skin is already perfect and the mask takes care of a lot of things. you want his face to be relaxed, so you keep your fingers on his cheeks. he smiles a lot, there are little lines on the corners of his lips and eyes that start forming. you can't help yourself, you kiss his lips softly. he immediately reacts but you pull yourself back, focusing on your work.

"what's the point of relaxing if i'm not gonna get a kiss?" james frowns.

"you'll get your kisses." you promise. "when i'm done."

applying moisturizer is so easy, his skin is glowing now. you make sure you cover every little spot on his face. "it smells good." he says. you nod even though his eyes are closed. "it really does." you say.

"and now," you put the cream away. "lip mask."

"lip mask?" james opens his eyes. "how will i kiss you if i have something on my lips?"

you laugh at his dramatics. "it never stopped you before. you always ruin my lipstick, remember?"

"not the same thing."

"come on, be a good boy for once." you tease. james parts his lips in shock. "once? this is a vile accusation."

you stop him, putting on a tiny bit of lip mask on his lips. he presses his lips together clumsily. "it tastes nice. is that strawberry?"

"you're not supposed to eat it!" you laugh. "leave some of it at least."

"mm, okay." he says. you fix his hair, and put a kiss on his cheek. you hand him the remote before leaving his lap. "i'm gonna bring you some cookies, can you pick a show?"

james nods, watches you clean up the mess through sleepy eyes. his skin has never felt this soft, he wants to pinch his own cheeks. he opens up the show you both like as he waits for you.

you come back with a plate full of cookies. james pulls you into his lap again. "i'm gonna eat just one." he says smugly. "i can't ruin my lip mask and i don't want crumbs on my face."

you laugh. "you're getting really good at this skincare thing."

"thanks to my angel." he says, he kisses your cheek three times. "i love you so much."

"i love you, too, baby." you say, your hand in his curls. "i can do it anytime you want."

"good, because i don't think i can go on without this anymore." he says like it's so obvious. "now, i remember i was promised kisses."

you settle down on his lap. "i don't wanna ruin your lip mask."

"it's not ruining, babe." he disagrees. "i'm willingly sharing my lip mask with you."

you laugh until your chest hurts.

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chilschuck · 2 months ago

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YOU WEAR THOSE SHOES (AND I WILL WEAR THAT DRESS)

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none! sfw fluff + gn!half-foot reader! reader is described as wearing a corset and dress, but you can replace that with whatever you desire!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.8k

✦ wow, i’m back!!! (;;;w;;;) wanted to get something out for you guys, and while listening to kiss me by sixpence none the richer, i found myself writing another fluffy chil piece! listen to it while reading for the full vibe, and i actually like this one for once since it’s got pining goodness and flower language! hope this is okay, and please enjoy loves!! <3333

It wasn’t often that you spent your summer nights out dancing with others.

Maybe it was the fact that the other half-foots invited you to join in a simple summer solstice celebration, but you found yourself drawn to the idea. Watching the little ones thread flowers together and create crowns of blooms made your heart sing, along with the fact that you could finally bake those lavender cookies you had been so keen on. Your garden was flourishing, and so was the meadow which you currently found yourself in.

Several familiar faces made their way to the gathering. You saw some friends from the guild, along with the dates they found company with. You weren’t exactly disappointed in being on your own, but in this moment, you entertained the idea of dancing with someone.

That someone made an appearance only to try the mead. It was, in fact, often that he would show just for tasting new brews and then wave his hellos and goodbyes. You couldn’t exactly blame him; the man did plenty of work for others, so relaxing and unwinding was not undeserved. Yet, even in your corset and flowy attire, a part of you wished you’d be the center of his attention for even a moment.

Apparently you weren’t the only one who felt that way; Flertom and Puckpatti were currently making haste to find you, dragging Meijack behind them. Little did you know that a plan was in action, one that consisted of you and the half-foot that unexpectedly stole your affections.

Considering calling it a night, the warm sunlight on your skin made your eyes flutter sleepily. You had been going at it for quite a while today, and had happily watched the last of your cookies get eaten up. A content sigh left your lips, dusting off your hands onto the very dress you hoped would have caught his eye. It was so strange for you to try and attract attention to yourself, yet his gaze was always welcomed. Your lips curling into a soft smile, you turned to make your leave until the sound of your name rang through the air.

“You’re still here, thank gosh! And is that a new dress?!”

Turning to follow the trail of her voice, you saw Flertom hastily making her way towards you, a beaming Puckpatti with an arm full of flowers in tow. Meijack gave a small wave, one you quickly returned before being bombarded by her sisters.

Opening your mouth to speak, it was quickly shut when Puckpatti began holding up flowers to your ear in order to judge which one matched your outfit best. Flertom, reaching for your hands, gave a giddy jump or two before chirping out, “You should dance with him!”

Meijack coughed, hands on her hips as she watched her two sisters fuss over you. “You caught them off guard, Fler.”

Which was true, as flowers were now threaded in between strands of your hair and the binds of your corset now tightened across your back. As the girls tidied you up, you found your only sanity in the freckled half-foot standing out of the way of her hurried sisters.

“Surely, you aren’t talking about—“

Flertom cut you off with a tut, standing back to admire her and Puckpatti’s work. “Of course I am! Dad would be lucky to be asked by you to dance. Just look at you!”

Puckpatti gave a final adjustment to your dress, fluffing it out and moving to stand beside her sisters. “We chose the flowers that we thought would suit you best. You look lovely!”

Cheeks burning, you licked your lips in thought. So much just happened so fast, and before you could argue, the trio pushed you towards the sideline, where the object of your affection currently stood unbothered.

“No, no, no— Flertom, Puckpatti, I was just headed home and—“ you gave a pleading look to your only hope, who currently shrugged her freckled shoulders and gave a lazy grin.

“Go get him, tiger.”

Accepting your fate of death by embarrassment, you now were dropped off behind the taller half-foot and simply left to suffer. Of course your crush on their father was obvious, but you didn’t think it was so obvious as to find yourself in this sort of predicament.

You swallowed when he turned to see what the commotion was behind him, you now long abandoned by the girls who forced you into this situation. Great.

Chilchuck gave you a once over, a mug still in his hand, now leaving his lips. The casted shade of the tree you were under somewhat helped the full burning sensation of your body, but evidently not enough. After the brief moment he spent studying the peonies and daisies throughout your head of hair, Chilchuck gave a small nod.

“Looks like you’re enjoying the festivities.” He spoke, taking another sip of his drink. Maybe he was finally getting to the age where it affected him, as you noticed a slight shade of pink to his cheeks.

“Somewhat,” you replied with a shaky smile, enjoying the way the setting sun shone through the leaves and highlighted the grey in his hair. One of your favorite characteristics about the half-foot in front of you was the sign of his age, something that made a fuzzy feeling tickle in your gut.

Fireflies blinked in and out of the darkening sky, creating a cozy atmosphere for the half-foots still celebrating and dancing. Children ran past you, giggles trailing behind and the meadow swallowing your feet swaying with their movement. As high strung as you felt in this moment, you couldn’t help noticing the jovial mood in the environment around you. It was becoming contagious.

Chilchuck seemed to feel the same, as when you turned your gaze towards him, that small, content smile was situated on his features. Eyes half-lidded, he looked as if this was something he needed.

“Seems like you’re enjoying them, too.” You teased, watching with glee as he rolled his eyes, that grin never leaving his lips.

“The alcohol helps.” His reply caused you to snort, your fingers subconsciously twirling the stem of a camellia behind your ear. The blanket of warmth cast over the two of you was something you grew addicted to; it seemed to only grow with the time you spent together. It started with a gentle urge to move closer to him in your legs and ended at the rosy tint in your cheeks. Maybe this was what love actually felt like; to be content with just each other’s presence.

Chilchuck seemed to hold that same sentiment, because a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as the couples across from you cheered and twirled amongst each other.

The urge to hear his voice again overpowered the need to keep things steady around you, so you broke the silence with a gentle question.

“Not one for dancing?”

Your question caused his smile to become more of a lop-sided smirk, hidden somewhat by the rim of his cup. “I can be. Usually when I’m a good few glasses in, maybe.”

Tilting your head towards his mug, you couldn’t keep your next question from bubbling up. “Which number is that one?”

Chilchuck’s eyes flit over to you, amusement in the corners. How easily you asked the question caught him somewhat off guard, and he took a final swig of his mead before wiping his lip. This didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Are you asking me to dance?”

The question wasn’t accusatory in nature, more so laced with curiosity. Half-foots were known for dancing at celebrations and events, so it wasn’t an outrageous question. Even Chilchuck was known to enjoy the activity when he, like he said prior, had a few drinks in his system. This sort of dancing you were requesting wasn’t the usual tavern tap dancing, though. Your eyes said something more.

Holding out a hand, you nodded towards the other members of your guild who were finishing up their current round of dancing with a soft round of applause.

“I’m not asking you to stand here, Mr. Tims.” Another tease sent his way, one to tread the waters carefully just to gauge how he’d react to such a request. His eyes gazed down at your hand, before meeting your own again. Setting down his cup, he made one final statement.

“Okay, but don’t get upset when I step on your feet or something.”

His hand now meeting your own, you led him to an open area among the flowers and fireflies. With a quick, nervous attempt to study how everyone else was dancing, you placed your opposite hand onto his shoulder. You took a shaky step back, and he followed, one foot forward. The hands that were still together became intertwined, the methodical rhythm setting in and that warmth settling over you again.

With an exhale, you tried to focus on the music and the way it guided you. Through your lashes, you gave a glance up at your taller dance partner, who looked just as concentrated on making sure he didn’t step on your toes. That made you feel a little better, and that grin lifted the corners of your lips once again.

Chilchuck continued to watch his feet, studying how you moved. Intent on not screwing this up, both of you failed to notice the hazy buzz of locusts and the stars peeking through the veil of dusk around you.

The hand Chilchuck had placed on your side slowly trailed to your hip, and pulled you ever so closer to his own frame. Eyes meeting again, you gave a soft smile towards the half-foot, almost as if you were trying to snatch the air right from his lungs. Which, you seemed to do, with the way petals trailed around your face and the retreating light of day framed your eyes. Your dance partner swallowed, suddenly wishing he had another big cup of mead to down.

His button up shirt, ceasing to hide any of the warmth that came from his body, was now kissing the fabric of your corset. A twirl, a laugh, and the two of you were entangled again. Step forward, step back, fingers digging into fabric inviting more. It was a sort of summer buzz that you could only get when you were young and alive, the world around you ceasing to exist as you guided each other into a rhythm.

Soon you found yourself resting your head in the crook of his neck, fingers intertwined and arm wrapped around his slender back. Little did you know, the closer you got to each other, a simple swing being the only move you both did now, the louder the giddy squeals of two sisters got. Maybe their father’s second attempt at romance could be your true first.

And as he swayed you to the sweet sound of summer and half-foot music, you couldn’t have imagined a better way to begin the new season of your life.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <33

#⟡ lilia writes! 🌿#୨ chilchuck my beloved ୧ #holy moly…. i actually wrote something #i hope it’s okay AAAAAAA ;;;;#i feel so rusty #PLS CHIL WRITING COME BACK TO ME #anyways. the pinerssssssss #chilchuck x reader #dunmeshi x reader #chilchuck tims x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader #dungeon meshi x reader

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sunnynwanda · 4 months ago

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Could you please please please continue REMEMBER ? my heart stopped reading jt. Maybe include vil's intense emotions, they finally don't have to hide their feelings anymore, feeling they hid for years (perhaps even a decade)? After all that....hero is finally. Finally. In their arms.

Also also I adored ADORED ticklish hero <3 and how vil , after all the years remembered that <333 the tension was absolutely delicious <3333 hero in their clothes <33333

Remember: Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: mentions of past falling out, the morning after, I digress from the request (I hope you still enjoy it despite Hero's POV)

Hero stirred, letting out a low groan and tilting their head to the side for a more comfortable position. The floor under their back is still as hard as it is cold. With another grumbling sound, Hero is drawn into wakefulness, but their brain takes a few moments to process their surroundings and drops the penny. The velvety surface of the carpet tickles their neck, and their chest feels heavy, urging Hero to glance down - only to discover half of Villain's body splayed out on top of them.

The memories of the previous day flood their minds: Villain, the house they grew up in together... kissing.

Oh.

"So that was real..." Hero mutters to themself, still in disbelief over the turn of events. They shift again but fail to find a less straining position for their muscles. I'm too old for such discomfort, Hero thinks, chuckling under their breath.

Villain was never an early bird, so Hero untangles from their hold and gets up, stretching the sore muscles of their back. Definitely too old, though Villain would call them grumpy instead. They look around, grabbing a second blanket from the couch and draping it over Villain's unmoving frame - sound asleep unless in apocalyptic conditions. Hero always found their ability to fall asleep in seconds and stay asleep for as long as they needed remarkable. They sure lacked on that one.

The old grandpa clock chimes eight. Way too early to be awake on a Sunday, but here they were, awake and full of anxious energy. Hero decides to look around - if only to quench the nostalgic yearning they still felt for the house of their carefree childhood. To be fair, their young adulthood here was quite pleasant, too - up until that godforsaken day that tore Villain away from Hero's trembling hands.

They walk through each room, taking their time to reminisce about the past days of undisturbed happiness and wishful dreaming. Boy, did they dream! So many sleepless nights were spent dreaming of countless lives to share with Villain after graduation. One night, they would dream of studying and pursuing a career in academia because they wanted to keep challenging each other.

Other nights centred on opening a bakery, eloping to a deserted island, travelling to the North Pole to be glaciologists, becoming archaeologists in Europe, researching marine life, learning a foreign language and walking the Great Wall of China, opening a small bookshop in the suburbs... It never really mattered what they'd do. The main component was always one thing only - Villain - until the uneventful morning after graduation day turned their life upside down.

Hero groans, shaking their head to rid themself of particular unpleasant memories as they reach the kitchen. This was the epicentre of the world for Villain and Hero alike. Anytime Hero's Mom baked, they would run here after school, climbing on top of the kitchen island and waiting for their shares of still-warm pies and cookies. Villain had an incredible sweet tooth, and Hero's mother took note of that very soon, saving a piece even if Villain couldn't come over. It was rare, but any time Hero tried to complain, their mother would gently shush them, saying that there were things that Hero could not understand yet.

Villain never discussed home with them. Sometimes Hero would pout for a day or two, acting offended because their Mom and best friend seemed to be keeping secrets from them. They often ended up forgetting about it by accident and never had the heart to return to the issue. The day Villain left, Hero swore their mother knew. They could tell from the look in her eyes and the way her hands trembled when she gave Villain a hug and kissed the top of their head.

In the days that followed Villain's disappearance from their life, Hero often thought back to their conversations, struggling to find a reason, a clue, anything to soothe the ache in the gaping hole that used to be their heart.

Hero lets out a sigh, sitting down by the counter and rubbing their eyes. They look up, noticing a pile of papers hidden behind the cutting boards. They don't mean to snoop, but it just catches their eye.

Half an hour later, they are still studying the files - documents and newspaper clippings, when Villain's surprised cough draws their attention outwards.

"What are you doing?" Villain's voice is tense, but when Hero looks up at them, their expression is more terrified than anything else.

Hero pauses, searching for words, but no words seem to grace their brain. "What's this?"

"Hero, it's not-" Villain gulps, unable to finish the sentence. How can they respond, really? How can they even begin explaining the abomination that was their family life?

"It is my business," Hero's voice cuts through their hectic thoughts with a sharp tone.

That was not what Villain was trying to say. They open their mouth again, but no words come out, their throat hoarse and dry. "I-"

"Supervillain your father?!" Hero finally asks, standing up from the stool and stepping forward. Villain remains frozen. "Answer me." They demand. Villain nods shortly.

So that's why- oh... Now Hero gets it. All of it.

"H-" Villain tries again, their lips shaking as they aim to form a sentence, only to let out a quiet groan by the end.

"Don't," Hero cuts them off, and Villain expects them to walk away, but Hero steps closer, drawing Villain into a tight hug, squeezing them to their chest. "When?"

"The day before graduation. He found me," Villain's voice is barely a whisper, but Hero hears them, silently nodding for them to continue. "I didn't know what to do; he said I had to leave, that he's my family, and I was supposed to choose him."

"You didn't have to make a choice," Hero pulls them away from their shoulder to see their face. "We'd never make you choose."

"He said your family would never accept me if they knew whose child I am, so I-" Villain cuts off, clenching Hero's shirt for some grounding and dropping their forehead onto Hero's shoulder.

"You dumbass," Hero mutters, their hold on Villain tightening at the feeling of wetness on their shoulder. "You know better than that, Vil."

"You lost your house because of me..." Villain whines, failing to hide their crying voice. "My father did it."

"I wouldn't give a damn if I lost my life for you, idiot," Hero scoffs, running one hand up and down Villain's back in a soothing gesture, the other coming up to card through Villain's hair.

"No! No." They protest, gripping Hero's side with desperate intensity. Hero smiles at that, their expression torn between fondness and anger at their stupidity.

"You wanna see Mom?" They ask, trying to get Villain's mind off their past.

"Can I?" Villain looks up at them through tears, their eyes so full of hope that Hero's heart shatters all over again.

"Of course you can, baby."

Part 1

Hi sweetheart (s)!

Thank you for requesting a part 2. I really wanted to do it. Got out of hand again - as per usual xD I hope you still enjoy reading it. Let me know what you think :)

xo Sunny

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lucvly · 1 year ago

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hi, how are you doing ? i was wondering if can you do christmas head canons with matt ?

— christmas headcannons with matt. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: just fluff & a slightly suggestive one if you squint.

a/n: hii omg ?? is this Thing on ?? 🎤

— leaves the christmas lights up till january type of person. either a) he’s too lazy to take the decorations down, or b) he just wants you to help him take them down so he avoids it until you bring up the idea of helping him LMAO.

— this man knows how to wrap presents mhm. he’d a hundred percent do that stupid ass trend that’s like “wrapping gifts as something not even remotely close”.

— LOOOVES baking cookies with you aww. he doesn’t even like the baking process itself he just likes the decorating part.

— his presents are definitely well thought out. you offhandedly said you wanted a certain something five months ago? best believe he bought it for you for christmas.

— every single present he gives you includes a handwritten love letter. you love it because it’s always at least three pages long and it’s so cute :(.

— he’s such an attentive boyfriend i’m melting ugh. always has a spare jacket for you in the backseat of his car. he’ll say nick or chris left it there for some reason which is most definitely not true, he keeps it there especially for you just in case you get too cold.

— he doesn’t really like visiting malls on christmas because of the crowds but if you wanna go for some reason he’s absolutely following you around.

— he tries to be secretive with gifts but ends up being a major fail LMFAOO you’ve found out what your presents are on multiple occasions. one time he just left them in the car accidentally and you saw them before he could even do anything about it.

— which leads me to my next point, you and chris have an unspoken secret agreement to tell each other what matters got you for christmas. you tell him his present and he’ll tell you yours.

— this went on for a while before matt actually found out and all hell broke loose Oops.

— a perfectionist when it comes down to gingerbread houses. he eventually gives up though when some of the pieces don’t stick together.

— matching ugly sweaters are a must, duh. sometimes it’ll deadass just be mid june and you’ll catch him wearing one of the matching sweaters. it’s so funny but unironically he loves them, he can’t even figure iut why, he just does.

— he gets chapped lips during winter SORRY !! so you’re absolutely gonna catch him with cherry flavored chapstick and he doesn’t gaf. ( taste tests in the car <3333 )

— he’ll never admit it but he Loves christmas scented candles. he acts like the smell is way too strong or something but light one of those snickerdoodle scented candles and he’s Melting.

— lots of christmas themed pick up lines. deadass texts you in the middle of the night just to be like “can i take your picture? i gotta show santa what i want for christmas.”

— his favorite part of winter is the fact that he gets to spend most of his time cuddled up with you under a fuzzy blanket watching movies.

— expect tons of late night drives with him. he loves seeing how people decorate their houses, and for some reason he loves late night talks with you with soft christmas music playing in the background.

— he would be so serious about kids and santa. i feel like chris would be the type of guy to tell kids santa isn’t real but matt would get so pissed, literally raging.

— gets the worst case of sweet tooth during christmas. cookies, cakes, literally anything sweet idc.

— due to that, he’d a hundred percent get sick during the holidays LMFAOO (constant stomachaches because of the amount of sweets he’s had.)

— he’s definitely very considerate as to who you wanna spend your christmas with. he’s thrilled when you wanna spend christmas with him, his brothers and the rest of his family but he also understands that you wanna spend holidays with your family.

— to get to a fair arrangement, you both agree on: one year celebrating with your family, and another year you celebrate with his.

— though when you celebrate with your family, matt, chris and nick end up crashing at, like, the middle of the night HELLO??

— he loves showing you off and posting with you during the holidays. posting your matching outfits, posting vlogs / videos and hauls of what you got for christmas. it’s soo cute.

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generic-enthusiast · 4 months ago

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prompt request: cherry and bob on their first date WALK WITH ME ON THIS ONE

okay okay so I will definitely be writing this in the near future but for now here's the skeleton of my idea because I'm impatient ok (i've never written either of these characters so bear with me):

we open with a Marcia and Cherry scene

Cherry's getting ready to go on her date with Bob and she's kinda not all that excited because she's gone out with guys before and she always thought they were sweet and smart and nice and whatever but they turned out to just be assholes who were into her because she was pretty and popular

so even though she likes Bob, she can't convince herself that he's different from everyone else

I have developed a whole strategy for how she'll pick out her clothes

I love Marcia so even though she isn't in these bullet points you better believe she's gonna be in the fic

Then Bob appears

Cherry describes like an archetype of what first dates are usually like and Bob will subvert. every. single. point.

like 1st one is the guy always shows up with flowers that are always a pain because they die quickly and Cherry doesn't even like flowers all that much but lo and behold Bob shows up with a chocolate chip cookie from her favourite place

when she asks he says she mentioned once that she doesn't like flowers and finds them depressing and that they ran into each other in the bakery a couple months ago and she said it was her favourite place

Bob is down bad okay

1.5th point because I'm adding this later and don't feel like editing everything: the guy will always say "you look pretty" the moment they see her and Cherry doesn't like it because it feel artificial, like it's just their obligation to say it

Bob trained with Bev (idk if you've seen/heard of the musical but she's a Soc girl they made up to be friends with Cherry and Marcia) about what to say to a girl and compliments her earrings in particular and the colour combination

then the 2nd point is that they always bring her to a way too fancy restaurant that neither of them really like

They go out for a picnic and it's actually a really pretty setting and Bob is a terrible cook so he brought like sandwiches or something that his mom had to help him make

also 3rd point. guaranteed awkward silence when they have nothing to talk about, followed by the guy rambling about himself.

First question Bob asks: what do you wanna work as

and they talk about how Cherry wants to be a kindergarten teacher

then she asks the same question back and he says he wants to be a lawyer

when she asks why he just says his dad's a lawyer

maybe a cute moment where she says he’s his own person? idk

4th point: at some point the guy puts his hand on her thigh or something and she tries to wriggle out as subtly as possible

subverted, as usual

I'm sorry but Bob absolutely will earn the "stood out from the crowd" and "he was sweet" title, okay? In Ponyboy’s words: Cherry's smart. She wouldn't like him just 'cause he's good-looking

5th point: they're ridiculously smooth and are still flirting with her on the date, and it feels like they're trying to conquer her or something and it's incredibly uncomfortable

Bob stutters a bit and messes up and goes back on his words and will accidentally make like fifteen innuendos and apologise each time but Cherry likes it because it makes her feel like he actually likes her and is nervous (that's because it's true mijita)

finally, 6th point: they always try to kiss her goodnight even when she makes it abundantly clear they won't be seeing each other again

Bob actually fucking shakes her hand and goes to head back to his car

They end up hugging goodbye and make sure to coordinate a second date

the end

they're very cute and I love them. I hadn't ever thought about them really so thank you for the ask <3333

#cherry valance #bob sheldon #the outsiders #the outsiders book #the outsiders musical #chippedshake

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secriden · 7 months ago

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an introduction to daouoffroad: a record (mostly for me)

so, the lovely @luthienmpl was very kind and gave me a daouoffroad starter pack so i'm gonna learn about them!

i adore finding out about something this way because it's like someone shared their love of The Thing with me! how lovely! how lucky to catch a glimpse of how much joy The Thing gives someone else!!

this is literally just random stream of consciousness thoughts as i watch the videos so i'll spare anyone who isn't interested and put it under a cut.

youtube

oh my god they met as contestants on a survival boyband show wtf!? what kind of fanfic kdrama au start is this already!?

ok damn but daou's runs tho :O <3

nooooooo offroad is crying and thanking daou for his support how dARE YOU TOY WITH MY HEART LIKE THIS!? ;A;

ohmygosh is that the actress who plays P'Joy in LITA??? <3

fuck, the pressing the face into the tummy of the one standing thing. why is that so cute. ugh D:<

waitwaitWAIT is that a thing? do directors just... write stories/shows for couples who have good chemistry whatttt?? is this like a thai ent industry staple? (oh i guess mame kind of did that with fortpeat/mutrak) that's so funny omg. xDDD

laz1 is so kpop styled :O and i must add Last Kiss to my playlist imMEDIATELY its such a pretty song?? <3333

thiS BRIDGE i AM FEELING IT!?!?! DAOU WHAT IS THAT RIFF!?!??! HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SUCH A SMOOTH TRANSITION UP TO THE HIGH NOTE!? *O* <3

(was daou already an established singer before or something?? boy has pIPES!)

*faintly* d-did he try to... bite... the cat's... paw??

/SCREAMS nO THE HARMONIES yeah ok i'm a fan weLP THA TWAS QUICK

(i'm such a sucker for vocal line groups ugh dammit TwT)

wait, enlistment?? huh i did not know thailand also did that... is it the same as skorea?

oh-- oh my god he sent flowers? through his sister?? *whispers* that's so sweet ;u;

goodness, offroad literally running and jumping into daou's arms while daou is still in military fatigues-- guys this is either zero attempt at being subtle or the best cp marketing i've seen in my life wow

awww did offroad bring his graduation gown to the event just so he could get pics with daou?? that's so cute! ;A;

okAY SIR?? SIR NO the sleeping right pressed up to offroad as he pretends to snore but like daou is just paSSED OUT HALF ON TOP OF HIm NO SIR NO I CANNOT HANDLE THIS NOPE BYE

(the cut right as daou reaches up to shut offroad up had me cracking up tho, they've got a wicked sense of humour i really like them)

ahahahah the members playing along is really cute!! poor daou has to be relegated to the "jealous bf" -- this is SO interesting to watch coming out of old kpop fandom and kpop skinship to this xD like... i am enLIGHTEND *O*

*cries* what is this... poolside actual love confession proposal with rings and pLANNING to commemorate their.. working.. relationship!?!? i'm??? they are so LOUD wtf-- i'm not... used to this... !?! *incoherent noises*

sidebar: i'm struggling to get a handle on their honorifics... are they phi/nong? but sometimes dauo sounds like he's using mueng/guu when he addresses offroad directly?

ljsdfjsLfj THE FACE. IN THE TUMMY. ITS BACK <3

OH FUCK OFFROAD WITH THE ASH HAIR. *O* YEAH YEAH OKOKOK i'M NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!!!

oh oh NO did daou just push offroad to the inside of the road so he's on the outside like that's--t hat's so boyfriend coded wtf

bahahaHAHAH is offroad going on about the bracelet because now daou *has* to buy one for him? xD what a smart cookie. xDDD

wAIT DID IT WORK!? PAHAHA--

other thoughts:

pentor looks SO FAMILIAR and i can't figure out why??? ;A; is he in something else?? i'm so confused but i think i love him already WHAT AN ADORABLE DIMPLED BOI *O*

i know you included the Whats The Matter? MV but I'm sorry I'm going to live in Last Kiss for like the next 5 days especially thAT BRIDGE WTF <3

the acoustic/live version is so PRETTY omg ;A; that 3 part harmony in the first chorus *chefs kiss*

sOMEONE is doing like a really high harmony in the pre-chorus and its so thin and wispy and pRETTY ahhh <3

although also ngl i think daou needs maybe some more vocal training he sounds quite strained sometimes... and he's got a lot of tension in his throat but good GOD his range!! he's SO talented wtf; ALSO their youngest member has SUCH a nice tone UGH <33333

their 2 shows:

ok love in translation actually sounds like exactly my cup of tea hahahah it looks so cute <3 and potentially heartbreaking but like not TOO heartbreaking

century of love... yeah ok i'm gonna put that on my list of things to get to when i'm in the right headspace for that kind of angst but what an interesting concept!! its like comphet, the series. xD

wait both their shows are comphet the series? xDDDD they just swapped who was suffering from it.

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hoboy they are SO LOUD already from the beginning wtf

(sidenote but I would KILL for fortpeat to go on something like this cAN YOU IMAGINE the sHINANIGANS!! peat being so happy at all the food. fort's teasing. ugh. where can i start a petition ya'll)

the heIGHT DIFFERENCE am i'm feeling some type of way about it, yes yes i am

bAHAHAH the mandatory piggyback ride that they actually just SAY is boyfriend material i'm-- i'm not use do this lack of wink wink nudge nudge skinship approach in my boyband duos like?? *confused noises pt 2*

oh oh my gosh they have auntie fans too??? how adorableeeee!!!?! damn offroad sounds so soft in southern dialect idk whats going on my ears are blessed *u* <3

I don't know why but daou's "Try traditional snack!" made me crack up xDDDD

i have just realised what a mistake it was to start this on an empty stomach T___T that all looks SO GOOD wtf

lol that poor lady with the corgi's just wanted to go on her way and she got way-landed by these insane boys xDD

wft the nUZZING INTO THE NECK THING. IT S STILL. SO MUCH. IHAVE FEELIGNS ABOUT THIS MOMENT Tu T <3

guYS-- GUYS you said you both paid half... so you don't... you don't still need to do the cheek kisse-- oh nevermind you did them already ok then

i mean ok but for real tho the amount of times offroad just cracks up at somethign random daou does is genuinely really sweet?? like they seem to really have this wavelength that is just their own *u*

#daouoffroad #daou pittaya #offroad kantapon #wow that was... a hell of a ride!?#this is a fascinating dynamic i can't quite tell whats going on but it sure is inTENSE #the overlap with the whole kpop vibe when they're with the other members but with thai bl actor skinship is throwing me so off the loop xD #thanks for inviting me to this playground i def need to watch more stuff with them #ok bye now going back to listening to last kiss on repeat *U*

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qkrovv · 9 months ago

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Hi i've been dead a couple of days but holy cookies what in the jelly jar your Roguefort drawings are fuckcding MAGNIFICENT has anyone told you that???

I'm eating the heck out of them, I'm crying and bawling my eyes out, the way you draw them makes me wanna fall back to them until I die from hitting the ground a bit too damn hard but holy jelly moonlight cookie, my tears are streaming rivers

Anyways, sorry for bothering, but have a nice day too :D

HELPP OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SM <<<3333 IM GLAD TO KNOW MY ROGUEFORT DRAWINGS ARE SO APPREACIATED...

Please, accept this sketch of them as my most honest thank you!!! <3

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yoongikapi · 10 months ago

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Hi are your drabble reqs still open!?

I have one drabble req- y/n seeing jm’s who dance practice with the dancers and gets actually very jealous in a very cute way but shows jimin that she actually loves it especially the part everyone is going crazy about lol- jm’s hand movement in the who choreo with the dancer. And jimin catches on to it and this that its very cute of y/n to be that way and just reassures that she will always be the one.

Pls pls pls if can write some cute fluff romance 🩷🌻

yes they’re still open and thank you so much for the request!!

<<<3333

reassurance || pjm || oneshot

fluff / comfort

bts masterlist

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you were insanely excited to visit your boyfriend at the studio today, you planned on bringing him lunch and some homemade cookies you knew he loved. happily walking up to the studio, you were surprised to see him still practicing. you rarely got to see him like this; in his element and focusing on nothing besides his dance. he was beautiful as he spun around the room with his dance partner.

oh.

his dance partner.

his dance partner who was suddenly too close to him, who wrapped their arms around his neck, fully invested in the dance just as he was. you were no longer watching your boyfriend, but instead watched how his dance partner interacted with him and how close they were; how intimate the choreography was.

eventually the dance came to an end, and your boyfriend noticed you standing in the corner. a huge smile spread on his face as he embraced you, but you didnt have it in you to hug him back. he noticed this of course and asked you what was bothering you all of a sudden. you just shrugged your shoulders and stepped away from him, heading to the table to drop off his lunch. he stopped you and turned you to face him and asked you once again:

“honey whats wrong? whats bothering you?”

“its stupid…” you trailed off. you knew you shouldn’t be upset, you knew it was apart of the choreography and that his dance partner was strictly just that, but you couldn’t get it out of your head. the way their arms wrapped around each other, the way he pulled them in close, the way his fingers brushed against their face just like he did to you, you couldn’t stand it.

“its not stupid if its bothering you, whats going on?” his brows furrowed as he searches your face for some sort of answer.

you explain your worries to him and his attention is completely on you as you speak.

when you finish, you lean your head into his chest and once again tell him; “but its stupid, im sorry i know i shouldn’t be jealous but..”

he cuts you off with a laugh and once again pulls you into a hug: “youre so cute”

confused, you asked him what he meant;

“i think its cute you’re jealous of them, but you have no reason to be. youre the only one for me and you know that.” you smile, half happy with his words and half happy his dance partner heard that.

“now lets go eat lunch together hon.” he takes your hand in his and gives you reassuring squeezes as you lead him over to the table.

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watchingovergvff · 2 years ago

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Self Care- Josh Kiszka

Summary: Josh has been busy working away in the studio and your overworking yourself at your job. The two of you barely see each other during the week. Instead of spending your weekend out and about, you and Josh opt for a more relaxing day.

Genre: Established Relationship. Pure Fluff.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Implied Sexual Relations. Cursing.

A/N: I love to hear feedback, so please don’t hesitate to do so. Thank you for all the love and support <3333.

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The both of you have been working nonstop lately. You haven’t had time to see one another or time for yourselves. When Josh was in the studio, you were at home. When you were at work, he was at home. So, seeing each other was near impossible. Surprisingly, the two of you have a three-day weekend, all to yourselves.

The two of you slept in quite late, soaking in all the rest you could get. Josh wakes up first, needing to use the restroom, but your body is wrapped all around him. The last thing he wants to do is wake your beautiful form up. He does his best at shimming himself out of your arms, but your body senses the loss of warmth and whines. Josh tries to shush you, attempting to guide you back to sleep. Your eyes shoot open, only to see Josh looking down at you. Your sudden movement scares Josh and he flinches. He starts to laugh at how ridiculous you were in the morning. Clearly confused and sleep ridden you rub at your eyes. “M’sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He gently caresses your face. You yawn, holding your arms out to Josh, trying to get him to come back to bed. He lifts himself off the bed and does his best at ignoring your whine of protest. “I'm coming back, I promise. Just have to go to the bathroom real quick”. You burrow yourself further into the sheets.

Josh makes good to his promise and hurries to his best ability. When he makes his way back into the bedroom, he finds the top of your head peeking out from under the sheets. He chuckles at your sleeping form.

Josh always said you remind him of a toddler when you sleep, all crazed and limbs everywhere. He slips himself back into bed, pulling your back against his chest. You hum at the warmth you regained.

You, not so gracefully, roll over in Josh’s arms, wanting to see his face. “Morning my sweet girl, you get enough rest?” You gaze sleepily into his eyes. You hum in response, not quite ready to speak yet. “Too early to talk?” You tuck yourself further into his neck, silently nodding. “How about I talk and you just listen? Is that okay?” You whisper, “Okay”.

“I’m thinking we have a lazy day today, maybe even a little selfcare thrown in the mix to spice it up.” Feeling more awake, you start to rake your hands through his hair. “I would like that very much. Can we make cookies too?” you ask. He gently kisses your forehead. “Of course, anything you want my love.” “Five more minutes in bed, please?” you give him your best pouty face. Josh nods in agreement, nuzzling back into you.

That five minutes quickly turned into another hour in bed, but neither of you were complaining. Slowly, the two of you force yourselves out of bed. Josh insists on making lunch for the two of you, since y’all slept in way past breakfast.

You slip into the shower, wanting to wash the sleep away. While washing the remaining soap off your body, you hear singing coming from the kitchen. “Lunch is ready!” Josh hollers. You hastily make your way out of the shower, drying off quickly. Slipping some new pajamas on, you skip your way into the kitchen. Josh had put on some music, singing along to it while he cleaned up. Quietly walking up behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist. Breathing him in, you pinch at his side. Jumping, he turns around in your hold and swats your hand. “What was that for?” he questions.

You giggle, “Just cause,” you chuckle.

Pecking his nose, you smile in apology. He ruffles your damp hair, moving around you. “Go sit down, I’ll bring the food to you.” You start to protest, but he waves you off, demanding you go sit. Mumbling under your breath, you comply.

You throw yourself onto the couch, reaching for the remote. A few minutes go by and Josh finally makes his way into the living room, setting your lunch down in front of you. Once he gets himself settled in his spot, you lean over and capture him in a quick kiss.

“Since you’ve been so nice to me all morning, I’ve decided to let you pick what we’re watching.” Josh gasps and puts his hand on his chest. “Me? Really? I feel honored,” he sarcastically responds. You shove at him, rolling your eyes. “You better hurry and pick something before I change my mind.” He sticks his tongue out at you, scrolling through the movies.

Finally he chooses something to watch, and an idea strikes in your mind. You get up and trott to the bathroom. “Hey! Where are you going,” Josh yells. He hears a muffled response, choosing to just wait for you to come back.

You dig through the bathroom cabinets in search of all your supplies. Making quick work, you hustle back into the living room with all your stuff. Josh raises his eyebrows in confusion at you.

“You mentioned something about having a selfcare day this morning, you still up for it?” you ask.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he grins at you.

You set out all the different hair and face masks, letting him choose which one he wants. Josh decides he justwants a hair mask and you do the same. Feeling eyes on you, you look over at Josh. He stares at your face, pouting at you. “What?” you ask. Pointing at his hair, you realize he’s asking you to put the treatment on for him. Josh pats his lap, signaling for you to come sit. You crawl over to him and place yourself gently in his lap. With your close proximity, Josh can’t help but analyze your features closer.

The sun is starting to set through the windows, casting a golden glow onto your skin. Josh rubs your lower back, pulling you in further. You never let him look at you this close without covering your face in embarrassment. The two of you have been together for years, but you’ve never truly stopped getting flustered when he’s near. Thankfully, you're so focused on covering every single inch of his head with the mask that you don’t even notice his stare. Before he can stop himself, he brings his hand up to your face and gently traces your features. You flinch at his touch and start to swat his hand away because it tickles, but he seems to be in his own world so you opt not to. He smooths over your skin, watching you concentrate.

“If you keep doing that, this will turn into something a lot less clean than selfcare,” you whisper. He chuckles, ducking his head into your neck, trailing soft kisses. You shift in his lap. “Josh, I'm not kidding. Quit it,” you demand. You can feel his smile grow wider. Of course, being the deviant he is, he continues his trek down your neck. Instead of pleading with him, you allow him to go further, plotting your revenge. Finally finished with coating his hair, you lean into him, running your hands across his shoulders. Groaning underneath you, Josh tries to shift you in his lap. Taking the sudden movement to your advance, you pounce.

“Oww! What is it with you and pinching today?” Josh screeches. You die laughing, rolling off his lap and onto the cushion beside you.

“I told you to stop.”

“You didn't have to go that far.”

You roll your eyes looking over at him. “Since I did your hair mask, you have to put mine in too,” you say. Scoffing at you, he says, “ Only if you promise to not pinch anymore.” Showing him your hands in surrender, you move down to the floor so he can have better access. Thankfully, Josh made quick work of your hair. The both of you patiently wait to rinse out your masks together, continuing to scroll through the movies. Having eaten lunch incredibly late, you decide to eat dessert instead of dinner tonight. But, first and foremost, you two need to get all this shit out of your hair. So, once the timer for the masks rings, you drag Josh off the couch and to your shared bathroom.

Instead of washing your hair the easy way, you decide to bend over the tub and rinse it under the faucet, Josh following afoot. The two of you make more of a mess than necessary, as always. Josh howls with laughter at your weak attempt at drying your hair off, still bent over the tub. He grabs another towel and gently pats your hair dry for you and in return you do the same for him.

Days like this remind you that it’s okay not to be consumed by all the craziness and ruckus that revolved around the two of your lives. The two of you could go the whole day without actually speaking a word to each other, but still feel at peace with the other one nearby. You constantly feel guilty for taking for granted your days together, whether they be big or small like today.

Josh leads you out of the bathroom by the hand, keeping you close. He remembers the promise of cookies that he gave this morning. The last thing Josh wants to do is break his promise to his favorite girl.

You help Josh get out all the supplies for the cookies y’all were making. “Alright, you’ve helped enough love, how about you go sit at the counter and watch?” Josh suggests.

Giving him a major side eye, you reply, “Josh, there is no way I’m sitting my ass down after all the pampering you gave me today. I want to help, please.” Josh being Josh, he pretends to think it over. Looking over at you with a grin, he reluctantly nods.

“Fine, you can help me by turning the oven on,” he says. Walking around him, you set the oven to preheat. “What else can I do?”

“You can go sit and look pretty until I need you again,” he says with a grin.

“Josh–”

“I love you.”

“You know saying I love you everytime you tick me off doesn’t make it okay,” you snark back at him.

“Yes, but I was hoping just this one time it would.” “Uh-huh, sure. Just this one time, Josh.”

Leaning over and kissing your cheek, he nudges you in the direction of the counter. You comply, but not without slumping your shoulders and dragging your feet all the way over there.

Instead of sitting on your comfy bar stools next to the counter, you opt for the countertop itself. Hopping up on the cold counter, you watch Josh mix ingredients together. You quickly become bored of the silence that lingers between the two of you, mostly because of Josh’s concentration on the cookies. So, you hesitantly ask about his week, not wanting to pry too much.

“It’s been long, especially in the studio. Jake and I have been butting heads more often than not, mostly because we're both exhausted and just want everything to be perfect. Oh, and don’t even get me started on my vocals lately. I haven't been able to sing as well because I strained my vocal chords a bit during the last round of the tour. Here, taste this honey,” Josh holds out the mixing spoon for you to taste some of the dough. “If i’m being completely honest, I think my lackluster week may be due to the lack of you,” he mumbles.

Josh moves to stand between your legs, rubbing your thighs while he watches you taste the dough. After humming in approval at the taste, you bring the spoon up to Josh so he can try it. His eyes light up at the familiar taste, trying to decide if he should even bake the cookies or just eat the dough raw.

“I’m sorry that your week sucked, my love. Mine wasn’t exactly exciting either. Too many days surrounded by people that weren’t you. Quite annoying, isn’t it?” you snicker. He nods in agreement, staring at your smile just a little bit longer. Bringing his hand up to your jaw, caressing your face gently.

“I’ve got a brilliant idea,” he exclaims.

You brush his hair out of his face, so you can see his eyes more clearly. “What would that be?”

“I’m thinking, instead of baking these stupid cookies, we just eat the dough raw. Preferably cuddled up in our bed, while we watch a movie. How does that sound? Too scandalous?” His eyebrows shoot up in question, but his eyes silently beg you to say yes.

Gasping, you say, “In our bed! What has gotten into you Joshua?”

He giggles in response.

“How about we make a deal? We can do all of that, but I get to get a little sugar of my own from you before the night ends?” Now it's your turn to wiggle your eyebrows at him.

Josh puts a hand to his chest in shock. “I thought you’d never ask.” You shove at him, jumping off the counter and skipping to your shared bedroom.

“Hey Y/n,” Josh calls out to you.

You spin around, giving him a confused look. He continues to grin at you from across the kitchen.

“I love you, my silly girl.”

Your heart flutters at his words. “I love you more, Joshua,” you declare before running off to your room. Josh hastily grabs the cookie dough bowl, walking fast to catch up with you.

The craziness of work and life can be fun and exciting, but the both of you will forever cherish your quiet days spent at home, alone.

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 2 years ago

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So I’m in a silly goofy wholesome mood, so take some hc’s of the states essentially being adult children :]

*gives you a cookie and some hot cocoa*

-a while ago, the regions all had a treehouse making contest (since they have the woods as a backyard) and it’s safe to say that they all won :3

-during the fall, some of the states will rake up the leaves into piles to jump in them cuz it’s fun and silly

-^*cue Alaska picking up Texas and throwing him into a pile of leaves, and Florida doing the same to Louisiana. Meanwhile Washington’s dying in the background cuz allergies are a b!tch :( *

-they will all have full on games of tag, like one state will tag another and say “Tag! You’re it!” and then literally everyone present will drop whatever they’re doing and run like their lives depended on it.

-^this usually ends with a bunch of tired out states, and that means…. MOVIE NIIIIIGHT!!

-Movie Nights are a thing and they 100% happen a couple times a week.

-every single state has a stuffed animal that is one of their favorite things ever (Even Gov. His is an eagle 🥹)

-Nerf battles. There are nerf guns LITERALLY everywhere. The statehouse has turned into a round of Call of Duty multiple times and it will happen several times more. (Poor Gov has gotten himself caught in so many nerf battles 😭 Mans just wanted his damn coffee 😭)

-Half of the fighting that happens amongst the states is actually play fighting.

-Household Hide’n’Seek is a thing and NY, RI, LA, and TX (he’s a bendy straw and has no joints okay-) are the champions.

-PILLOW FORTS AND PILLOW FIGHTS PILLOW FORTS AND PILLOW FIGHTS PIL-

-full on snowball battles whenever it snows a lot, and those usually end in movie nights and hot cocoa :)

Now individual (sorta) hc’s:

-Alaska and Texas play fight/wrestle on the daily, and they can be rougher with each other since they are bigger states. Though they know to stop if one actually hurts the other (Alaska is extra careful sometimes though cuz Texas bruises really easily and he’d rather not be murdered by the south in various gruesome ways-)

-New York LOVES play fighting. He will legit just come up behind someone and playfully punch, shove, or headbutt them and those that are close to him know that he wants to play 🥺 Tho sometimes it’s taken the wrong way and someone actually gets hurt- surprisingly it’s usually NY that gets hurt cuz he wasn’t expecting his opponent to ACTUALLY try to genuinely fight him 😭 And then he’s just left there to be like-"What’d I do 🥲”

-sometimes Texas will jokingly use Louisiana as an armrest when talking to somebody, which sometimes makes Loui bite him, but Loui sometimes also just deals with it or just clings to or cuddles Texas’s arm.

-Texas 100% squeals like a little girl whenever he sees a cute animal, and I DEFY you to tell me otherwise. Like- I can see him walking into the statehouse and someone will say hello and he’ll just say "Hi". Y’know, like a fvcking robot. But the moment an animal walks into the room, he’ll be like-"*le gasp* Awwwww!! Hi Mar!!! Who’s a good boy?? You are!!~” (Mar is one of NJ’s dogs btw).

-CT, MA, and NJ will all gang-cuddle their little brother, and will 100% laugh as NY tires to squirm his scrawny ass outta there

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON THESE <3333

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt #wttsh #ben brainard #EEEEEEKKKK #kota's rambles

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sacredjake · 1 year ago

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Peanut Butter Blossom

pairing: Sam Kiszka x Rhi

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none! pure fluff, some cussing

merry (late) christmas @lightsofthe-living-gvf!!!! i’m your secret santa! i wanna apologize for being late, this christmas has been crazy! i’ve enjoyed getting to know you and talking about some of our favorite shared interests!!! i hope you like it! i hope you had a wonderful holiday, merry christmas rhi <3333

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There was a loud ding from the oven signaling that the cookies you had put in were finally done. You turned the oven off and grabbed the oven mit from the counter before opening the door and taking the sweet smelling treat out. You set them on the stovetop to allow them to cool for a moment and grabbed the cooling racks out of the nearest cabinet. One by one you transferred each cookie from the baking sheet onto the cooling rack.

When each cookie was moved to the elevated rack you decided to check on the chicken and dumpling soup you had made. The dish was basically done, just requiring a gentle stir every now and then until it was time to be served. Thankfully the crockpot you made it in would keep the contents nice and warm while you made the short drive to your best friend’s house.

Tonight was the annual friendsmas that you and your friends put together. Each person would bring a dish for a sort of potluck style dinner along with a gift for the game White Elephant. You had the honor of bringing the main dish this year- as volunteered by your friends. You had hosted the party the previous year and made the same chicken and dumpling recipe and everyone had insisted that you make it again this year. The dish was one of your favorites to make so you didn’t mind in the slightest, and were actually excited that they had loved it so much.

You had been looking forward to this event since your best friends had left on tour. You were also extremely nervous to see one friend in particular. Sam had been your best friend for a few years, and you had always had a crush on him. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in almost four months and you couldn’t calm the butterflies in your stomach.

Without needing much more to do to get ready, once the cookies were cooled and you were finally dressed, you loaded up your contributions to the party in your car. Snow crunched underneath your feet as you made your way around to your driver’s door. You were just glad it wasn’t actively snowing.

A few minutes later you were pulling into your best friend’s driveway right behind a white jeep truck you could only assume was Josh’s. With slightly shaky hands, you began unloading the items you had brought, having much more difficulty getting them out than you did putting them in. For whatever reason, most likely the nerves from seeing Sammy again, you couldn’t remember how exactly you had carried everything out to your car, and there was no way you were going to be able to carry it all. Just when you were about to give up and make another trip outside in the cold, a voice rang out.

“I can’t believe Josh beat yo- Rhi, why didn’t you just text me and ask for help!” Sam scolded you playfully, his long arm reaching over the car door easily and plucking the gift and bag of cookies from your hands.

“I was doing just fine, thank you.” You lied cooling and prayed that your hands would stop shaking. With one hand free you were finally able to grasp the handles of your crockpot with ease.

“Yeah because dropping the ginormous crockpot full of delicious chicken and dumplings is ‘doing just fine’.” He snickered.

Everything about Sam made your heart flutter, even his jokes and antics.

“It was gonna work, I wasn’t gonna drop anything.”

You followed behind him after shutting the car door with your foot, and walked up the walkway. No matter how many times you walked into Sam’s house it was always inviting. Although it had little to do with the actual space itself. You knew it didn’t matter where Sam lived, anywhere he existed was home to you.

Shortly after entering through the front door there were excited exclamations to be heard about your arrival. Josh, of course, was the loudest and first to be heard.

“Rhi!” He nearly pushed his younger brother to the ground trying to reach you for a hug. Not even waiting for the reciprocation of the hug, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“Hi Josh.” You barely breathe out and pat his shoulder. He was squeezing you so tightly you weren’t sure how long you could go without air.

“Jesus, Josh, loosen up, we haven’t seen her in almost four months and you’re gonna kill her.” Jake half teased his twin, and Josh’s hold on you loosened quickly.

“Shit sorry, mama. I’ve just missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Josh.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his slightly overexcited state.

Soon Josh was pushed away by his twin so he could steal a hug from you. While Sam and Danny were your best friends, you had gotten close with the twins after all the years. It was kind of hard not to when they were always around.

“So glad to see you, Rhi. Hope you’re doing well.” Jake’s hug was a lot faster, and less forceful than Josh’s. You told him how happy you were to see everyone and how proud of them you were.

“Hey now,” You could recognize the next man’s voice anywhere, even if you couldn’t see him, “Where’s my hug?”

“Oh I’m sorry, were you expecting one?” There was only playful teasing laced in your voice. He knew it too.

“My hugs are the only ones that matter.”

“Well someone thinks awfully big of himself.”

You were staring up at him with a large smile on your face, completely unable to keep it from showing. He mirrored your expression, his lips turned up in a crooked smile. Neither of you wanted to be the first to crack, but Danny always gave into you. The small crack of his smile grew into a wide grin followed by a playful roll of his eyes.

“Just give me a hug, dammit! I’ve missed you!”

Danny pulled you into him without a single protest from you. He wasn’t wrong though, his hugs were the only ones that mattered. Aside from Sammy’s, but that’s only because you were hopelessly in love with Sam.

He squeezed you firmly and rocked you both from side to side before letting go. Danny couldn’t completely let you go though. He held the top of your arms and gazed down at you happily.

“I’ve missed you so much, bug. You really gotta come join us for a show soon.”

“I will, Danny. Soon.”

“Good.” He pulled you in for one last quick hug as Sam entered back into the space. One again you could feel your heart rate pick up just from him being in the same room as you.

“Alright everyone, all the food has been set up, so let’s make our plates and dig in! The faster we eat, the sooner we get to open gifts!”

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“Guys I can not make chicken and dumplings again next year! Three years in a row is enough!”

“Aw c’mon, Rhi! Please!” Josh begged from across the table. Everyone else agreed.

Dinner had been long consumed and everyone was still sitting at the dining table with their empty plates and bowls in front of them. Throughout the meal you couldn’t help the way your eyes naturally, and constantly drifted to Sam. You were glad Sam liked to talk a lot because it meant you had more of a reason to steal glances at him. There was much to catch up on between the boys and their band, their partners lives and your studies. Between eating and talking you hadn’t even gotten to the desert yet.

“No, no. I think next year Jake should make the main dish!”

“I resent being nominated, but I’ll do it.”

You stood from your seat and waved him off before disappearing into the next room where all the deserts had been left.

“Besides,” You walked back into the kitchen and shook the bag of cookies, “I brought cookies for everyone!”

“Oh fuck yes! You make the best cookies!” Sam shook his fist excitedly from his seat. There were other rounds of praise coming from the rest of your friends as you handed them out.

“I did it a little differently this year. Instead of making everyone the same cookie, I gifted you cookies that I think fit you. Hopefully you enjoy them… And of course you each have one chocolate chip cookie.”

“So who got what?” Danny asked to your right.

“Josh, I made you some classic, but fun christmas sugar cookies. Jake, you got the gingerbread cookie. Danny, those are chocolate crinkle cookies, and Sammy I made the peanut butter blossom cookies for you!”

“Peanut butter blossom?! Fuck yes! All your cookies can suck it! Mine are superior!” Sam pointed to his brothers in some sort of self-proclaimed victory before digging into the bag of treats.

Danny cleared his throat next to you earning the attention from you and everyone else. “No way, Samuel, clearly the chocolate crinkle cookies are the best cookies. That’s why she made them for me.” He was nonchalant in his boasting unlike the youngest brother.

“Guys-“

“Mine are a classic, which obviously makes them the best cookie ever. Everyone loves a classic.”

“Um guys-“ You tried to put an end to their ridiculous game of ‘my cookie insinuates I’m better’, but none of them would let you get a word in.

“Well I hate to break it to you, but actually I have the best cookies. Gingerbread is a fan favorite. Just like me.” Jake added in his two sense, smug smile and all as he broke the cookie in half and took a bite.

“Oh I am never making you guys personalized cookies ever again.”

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After the cookie debacle, which lasted for about a half hour before you decided to just leave the room altogether, everyone headed into Sam’s living room for White Elephant. You ended up with the beautiful leather bound journal and some nice pens that Josh had brought, and Danny got the soft, green queen size blanket that you had brought. He currently had it wrapped around his body laying on Sam’s couch snoozing next to you while you and Sam caught up. Jake and Josh had left an hour ago leaving the three of you to hang out, but Danny knocked out shortly after.

“Rhi, seriously, you’re gonna have to teach me how to make these cookies! They’re amazing!” Sam popped another peanut butter blossom into his mouth while he looked at you happily. You thought you could melt right there under his elated gaze.

“Well, I could show you how to make them right now if you have all the ingredients?”

“Right now?”

You nodded your head eagerly in response.

“Hell yes! Tell me what we need.”

After all the ingredients were gathered and laid out on the countertop, you showed Sam how to make the cookies. He followed along intently, and executed every instruction that you gave him. You could tell he was really trying his best to be serious. When the oven was up to temperature you let him stick the baking tray onto the rack and set the timer.

“Now while we wait we can clean up our mess.” You picked up the leftover ingredients and began putting them back where they belonged. By the time you were ready to clean up the bowl you used to mix everything together, Sam had almost licked it clean.

“Sammy we’re supposed to be cleaning up this mess, not eating!” You playfully scolded him.

“Mess? I don’t see a mess.” He pretended to look around the kitchen until his eyes settled on you in a mischievous way. “Oh no, you’re right. There is a huge mess to clean up.”

You knew immediately what he was planning on doing and tried your best to back away in time, but he caught you by the wrist.

“Sam, I swear to god, don’t you dare even think abou-” Before you could get the rest of your sentence out, Sam had smeared cookie batter on your cheek. Not like a small amount either. No this was more like a handful of raw cookie dough straight to the face.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that.”

He was so busy stuffing his face earlier that he didn’t know you were about to put away the flour before he started this. You reached behind you blindly and grabbed a fistful of flour in your hand. Particles of flour flew around as you sprinkled the powder on top of his head.

“Rhi- Oh sweet Rhi, you have made a grave mistake my dear.” The corner of his mouth twitched upwards into a smirk.

You didn’t understand what he was so smug about. Almost everything had already been put away and there wasn’t much that he could attack you with at this point.

But then it hit you.

You hadn’t put away the eggs yet.

In the same moment that you made the connection, Sam had slapped an egg on top of your head. You could feel the liquid yolk and white of the egg run down your scalp. It started to drip onto your face when the shock wore off. Not giving him a chance to react, you turned around quickly and grabbed two eggs and smashed them both on Sam’s hair. It was you who was smiling full of cockiness at the sight of your best friend’s face.

Sam reached a long arm behind you and grabbed his own handful of flour. You took the opportunity to reach into the mixing bowl for cookie dough. Sam tossed the flour directly at your mouth, aiming for your neck, and busted out laughing.

“Ow! Shit!” You dropped the cookie batter and instead cupped your hand to your eye.

Sam stopped laughing almost immediately and turned his worried attention on you.

“Oh shit, Rhi, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for it to get in your eye.” His large hands cradled your face as he tried to get a look at your eye. “Hey can you try and open it for me? God I’m so sorry.”

After a moment you were able to open your eye. It still stung, and it was watering pretty good, but the pain was subsiding. You knew the white of your eye had to be bright red though.

“You got me good, Samuel.” You teased even though he still looked worried as ever. He was a lot closer than you thought, his hands still on both your cheeks. “Is it worse than that time I gave you pink eye?”

The look of worry left his face and a small smile cracked across his mouth.

“Always trying to crack a joke.” He huffed a laugh in disbelief and shook his head. “One of the many reasons I fell for you.”

You felt as though your heart stopped beating. There was no way you heard him right, surely he meant something else? Except the look on his face told you he hadn’t meant to say that at all.

“Did you just say why you fell for me?”

He looked completely frantic, yet he wasn’t moving at all. Standing like a deer caught in headlights while his mind resembled a squirrel sprinting across the street trying to dodge cars. He stammered a few times before actually speaking again.

“No I-“

“Yes you did. I- I know that’s what I heard come out of your mouth… You- You’re in love with me?” There was no look on your face giving away your true feelings. The tone of your voice wasn’t helpful either. Disbelief was the only emotion you were showing.

The gears turning in Sam’s mind were practically visible to you. He was debating on keeping this going or just finally admitting the truth. He took a deep sigh and squeezed his eyes shut, answering on the exhale.

“I am-“ He took another breath trying to slow his racing heart “So in love with you, Rhi. You have no clue just how much I really love you.” When he opened his eyes you could see how much he meant it.

“Sammy… I-“

“You don’t feel the same, I know…”

“No you big dummy,” You chuckled slightly and grabbed his hands, “I’m in love with you too, Sammy. I have been for some time.”

“Really?” He almost seemed confused.

“Yes!”

Sam dropped your hands and wrapped his arms around your back lifting you in the air quickly. He spun you around before setting you back to the ground, beaming at you the entire time. The second his arms detangled themselves from you he pulled you into him, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, smiley kiss. Neither of you minded that you were still completely covered in food, you could barely register that his lips were pressed against yours.

“Best. Friendsmas. Ever. I love you so much!” He spoke happily against your lips between kisses.

“I love you too, Sammy.”

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