#have i proof read it? haha no. but i finally finished it

[poolsidepanic]

Blondies, Brownies, and Kitchen Catastrophes

4,595 words | read on AO3: here

Chrissy Cunningham/Heather Holloway | Fluff | Humour | Baking | Chrissy Cunningham is a Sweetheart | and lots of little background details :)

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Chrissy has flour all down the front of her jumpsuit, across the kitchen counter and in her bangs when she finally decides to call in reinforcements. 

She should have relented earlier, but she had been determined that she would make this work. How hard could it be to bake some brownies, after all? It’s supposed to be simple; mix the ingredients, all into one tin, then cut into slices. Turns out, Chrissy is really not made for baking.

The phone is only ringing for a few seconds before it’s answered.

“Steve?” Chrissy asks, eyeing the state of the kitchen behind her. “I need help.”

“What? Is everything okay? Are you alright? Do I need to bring the bat? Because I can bring the bat—”

“No! It’s nothing like that, I promise. I just…”

She sighs, letting her head thump back against the wall as embarrassment flushes her cheeks. It feels ridiculous to admit now, in the face of everything they’ve all survived, that Chrissy Cunningham has been defeated by brownie batter.

“I’m trying to bake and it’s going really badly, and I could use some help. Please?”

“Oh,” Steve says, and Chrissy can hear the sigh of relief. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be over soon, Carol and Tommy are here but they won’t miss me for a few hours. I’m pretty sure Tommy’s passed out in my bed after challenging Billy at basketball when the kids were around and Carol is either sunbathing or plotting the downfall of man.”

“Probably the latter,” Chrissy says with a smile, thankful that Steve’s happy just to move on from the fact that Chrissy called him for something so silly. “See you soon?”

“Yep!” Steve affirms and then hangs up.

A smile works its way onto Chrissy’s face. They can definitely fix her mess of an attempt, this is all going to be fine. After all, two heads are better than one.

—

“How did it get worse?” Chrissy frowns, looking down at the grainy mess constituting their batter.

Steve has been at her house for forty-seven minutes and the kitchen is in more of a state than before. The chocolate they managed to get into the pan is burnt, the rest is scattered in unevenly-cut chunks across the tabletop, and there is a concerningly misplaced knife from the chopping board. 

“You were supposed to help me, Steve,” she whines, looking over at him pathetically as he tries to get the sugar and egg out from where it’s stuck between his fingers.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know how to make food.”

“You worked at an ice cream place the summer before last!”

That makes Steve’s head jerk up to look at her, a baffled expression firmly in place. 

“I didn’t make the stuff, Chris! I just scooped it” he tells her, before miming a scooping motion with one hand. “With my scooper. And do you even know how many cones I snapped? The floor behind the counter crunched when you walked.”

“Okay, but what about when your parents go off on business trips? You have to cook for yourself, right? You must be at least a little better than me.”

Despite waitressing the last few summers, Chrissy hasn’t really done much cooking up until this point in time. Anyone should be a better cook than her—or baker, in this instance—especially someone who has definitely had to cook for themselves in the past. Her whole hopes of baking something actually decent hinged on this hope. Yet here Steve stands, crushing all her poor little baking dreams by somehow managing to be worse than her, who has never done any of this stuff before.

“I’m the king of chicken nuggets and fries– or just potato chips, sometimes.”

“How are you alive?” she sighs, defeated. “That’s almost worse than Eddie.”

“Hey! No, that’s unfair; I’ve seen what that guy considers a meal. At least I can make nuggets, and pasta sometimes. I’ve seen him just eat sticks of raw spaghetti and— Wait— Hey, where are you going?”

Chrissy looks back over her shoulder from where she has started making her way over to the phone once again. The expression on Steve’s face is betrayed, but at this point they’re left with no choice. If the two of them plus a written down recipe isn’t enough to manage to make the damn brownies, maybe a third person can do it better.

“To call someone else.”

—

Billy’s “Hey, pretty boy” is met by a groan of despair from Steve as Chrissy leads him from the front door into the kitchen.

“Play nice,” Chrissy warns, a teasing smirk on her face.

“I could have played nice with anyone else, Billy’s just going to be a dick.”

When Steve’s face flushes bright red, she looks over her shoulder to see the other waggling his eyebrows. She’s not sure she wants to know what that means.

“No foreplay in my kitchen,” she warns, making Billy cackle and Steve splutter out a choking sound. “Or dying, Steve,” she adds on as his choking turns into a hacking cough. “I want to get these brownies done so I can give them to Heather when she gets home and you’re supposed to be helping me.”

“I’m not sure he’s been helping as much as sabotaging,” Billy grins, looking over the state of the kitchen.

Steve just flips him off, still doubled over and gasping. Neither of them pay him any mind. Instead, Billy turns back to Chrissy, face saying exactly how much of a waste of time he thinks this all to be.

“Why are we even making brownies for Heather?” 

“Because,” Chrissy explains, trying in vain to sweep a clear spot onto the messy countertop for Billy to work at, “she made me blondies a few days ago, and it’s the sweetest thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

Steve finally seems to have stopped trying his best to asphyxiate in the middle of Chrissy’s tiny kitchen space. He glances up at Chrissy—and technically also Billy since the taller blonde has settled himself in to lean against the now somewhat-clear counter space—with a thoughtful frown on his face.

“Wait— did she make you blondies because you’re blonde or is that a coincidence?” 

Billy makes a face like that is the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. Which, when said like that, it does sound like a bit of a leap in logic. In Steve’s defence, though, he is actually entirely correct.

“She made me blondies topped with white chocolate and strawberries, because I’m her strawberry blonde.” 

“And she said that?” Billy asks.

“Yep.”

“Those words came out of Heather’s mouth?” 

Chrissy frowns at him, utterly lost. Isn’t that exactly what she had just said?

“Yes?” 

“What a dork,” he snorts.

“Hey!” Chrissy whines. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.” 

“I don’t see the problem.” Steve interjects.

Chrissy thinks she sides with him, too. It had been incredibly adorable—as Heather is any time she does something nice for Chrissy, because Chrissy knows it’s just for her. Heather only ever does considerate, sappy things like that for her and remains her usual, wonderful, bitchy self towards everyone else. That fact has turned Chrissy into a blushing mess on more than one occasion. So, yes, Chrissy doesn’t see what the problem is with her girlfriend being a sweetheart.

“It’s lame,” Billy deadpans, face so utterly unimpressed Chrissy would almost want to laugh if she didn’t have the moral obligation to defend her girlfriend. “She made a pun. With cake.” 

“Are brownies cakes?” 

“It was sweet!” Chrissy squeaks, petulant, ignoring Steve’s question.

“Lame.” 

This time it’s Steve that laughs, a sudden, mocking sound. Billy’s eyes glint in warning, not that his boyfriend seems to pay any mind.

“Like I haven’t heard you use the word heebie jeebies,” Steve fires back at him. “You’re the dork.”

“That’s not a pun, though.” 

“Please,” Chrissy jumps in, before the two of them can get too out of hand; “just help me with the brownies.”

—

They do not help with the brownies. 

Despite Billy being adamant that they needed more moisture and so adding milk to the mixture, despite Chrissy and Steve’s protests that there was no milk in the recipe, it doesn’t help. The batter ends up concerningly runny but at this point, after a partially-entertaining partially-exasperating food fight—

“It was not a food fight, Chris.”

“It was a food war.”

“Okay, no. Food implies more than just ingredients. And we’re not kids; we're adults now.”

“You’re just bitter that you lost.”

—they’re just too fed up to do anything about it. It’s worth a try, right? 

So it goes into the oven, at the temperature that the recipe said. When the timer goes off and they stick it with a skewer, though, it is obviously still raw inside. After a quick discussion, they pop it back in for a little while longer.

When it next comes out of the oven it’s shallow, stodgy, and burnt.

“Well this is a disaster,” Carol observes from where she’s perched on the edge of the kitchen table, swinging her legs and watching them all with a spark of mild interest in her eye.

The girl had shown up and let herself in about ten minutes after Billy had arrived. Chrissy doesn’t know if Heather gave her a spare key to their place or if Carol just took one for herself, either way she doesn’t usually mind.

The only problem is that, right now, Chrissy is halfway to overwhelmed and the kitchen is starting to get a little cramped; her and Heather’s place isn’t huge, after all. The apartment is actually pretty small, though it does have the necessary two bedrooms that… probably aren’t all that necessary.

“Who even invited you?” Billy snaps, glaring over as she surveys her nails.

“I was on the other phone when Chrissy called Steve,” Carol explained. “And I got bored of waiting for Tommy to wake up.”

“You were eavesdropping?” Steve accuses.

“Duh.”

“And you came to help?” 

“I came to witness the devastation,” she simpers back, expression unrepentant even when Chrissy groans in misery.

“That isn’t helpful,” Billy says

“Did I say it was?” 

“So, what, you’re just going to stand there and look pretty? That’s my job, why am I not doing that?” 

“Chrissy is your friend,” Carol points out to him.

Chrissy frowns at that, looking up at her with sad eyes.

“Are you not my friend?” 

“Yeah,” Carol sighs, “but I just got my nails done. Plus, none of you expect me to be nice.” 

“People don’t expect me to be nice, either. Even Steve doesn’t and he’s screwing me.” 

“I’m dating you, asshole.” 

“Yeah, but Chrissy’s your exception,” Carol dismisses with a wave. “She bats her sad eyes at you and you come running. It works on everyone.” 

“But not you?” Steve asks.

“I’m the exception.” 

“You’re a bitch,” Billy grumbles, wiping off his hands as he plops himself down into the dining chair.

“Hey!” 

Chrissy groans again.

“Guys, please. What do we do now? Do we call someone else?”

Billy shrugs and Carol kicks him in the shin.

“How about Vickie?” Steve asks, which makes Chrissy perk up a little.

“Oh!” She smiles. “Her and Robin might be back from their grocery store date by now.”

“Gag,” Carol says, rolling her eyes. 

“Hey,” Chrissy defends, “they’re sweet.”

“You have to say that; Vickie is your cousin.”

“And her and Heather are just ridiculously sappy, as well,” Billy throws in.

“It’s… cute…” Steve tries.

“It’s gross.”

“You guys shut up,” Chrissy huffs, “I’ll call them.”

—

Everything goes wrong. Again.

Chrissy is— Chrissy is trying so goddamn hard and none of this is working. It seems that every new person they bring in just makes things worse and crowds the limited space in her kitchen even more. No matter what she’s tried this isn’t working, so maybe she should just give up.

It makes her feel almost pathetic, really, that Heather just easily made something for Chrissy and was so caring… and when Chrissy tries to reciprocate she has to call on all their friends—minus Eddie who is sleeping off a night shift, and Argyle who’s back home visiting his family—and still manages to screw everything up.

The arrival of Vickie and Robin also brought along Nancy, the three of them arm in arm and looking ridiculously happy. At first their addition had seemed like a blessing; they helped wrangle the others into some semblance of peace for at least a minute, and Nancy was quick to step in and organise the process of starting over again. 

With the way everyone, all seven of them, were loitering in the kitchen space, there wasn’t enough room to move around and properly clean up. But, despite that, they cleared a little space and were ready to tackle everything again. 

Inevitably, that seemed to be where the good luck ended.

Working in a cramped little space, knocking elbows with everyone else, is no easy feat. At some point Carol goads Steve and Billy into an arm-wrestling contest for her own amusement; Billy wins, easily, every time. Steve is petulant enough to get grumbly and start up a fuss, which ends in him and Robin bickering like siblings with Vickie and Billy somehow getting involved on their partners’ behalf.

So, after showing Chrissy how to set up a double boiler properly, Nancy ends up having to step away to wrangle her girlfriends. With the argument winding down, Carol moves over to start something with Billy instead—Chrissy doesn’t really understand how they’re friends when the pair of them seem to manage a maximum of two seconds before they’re insulting each other in increasingly indignant tones.

At some point, Chrissy can’t say when for sure, Tommy shows up (apparently having slept off his exhaustion) with Jason in tow. They, as expected, do not help in the slightest. Everything gets more and more out of control, and, at this point, Chrissy can’t take half a step without knocking into someone. She even ends up burning herself a little on the pan when someone else bumps into her.

The chaos of the kitchen is distracting, and overwhelming. She can hardly hear herself think, let alone make any sense of the instructions when Nancy has had to abandon her in the fruitless attempt to stop her ex and her girlfriend from causing more of a mess and destroying the room. 

The second attempt at brownies are no better than the first. In fact, they may be worse; that is the last thing Chrissy can take.

Which leaves her here, sitting on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands. Her head is pounding and her eyes sting from the salt of her tears but she can't seem to calm down. This whole thing has been a disaster—a catastrophe—and even having experienced it in the company of friends hasn’t helped. It may even be worse because she feels upset at them and feels guilty about that, and the fact they’ve seen her fail so spectacularly is humiliating.

There’s a knock at the door and then Vickie is slipping inside with a sympathetic look on her face.

“Hey, Chris,” she greets softly. “You okay?”

A sniffle.

“No.”

“Right, stupid question. I wouldn’t be okay in this situation, I can’t imagine why anyone else would be. We’re all very sorry, by the way, and we want to make this right–”

“There’s no fixing this,” Chrissy huffs. “The whole thing was a disaster, I don’t know what I was even thinking.”

“You were thinking about being a good girlfriend, because you are. For what it’s worth, you could come up empty handed and the effort would be all that matters, y’know? To us and definitely to Heather. She’s scary as hell but I’ve seen what she’s like around you; absolutely besotted. The fact you even wanted to do this for her will make her day.”

“How’d you know they were for Heather? I didn’t tell you that.”

“No, but you told Carol and Carol told me. She’s worried about you in here by yourself, by the way. She’s doing the whole unimpressed face, snarky voice routine—complete with the ‘this is why I think romance sucks, I’m not jealous of any of you losers’ thing—but she keeps glancing at the door to your room. She’s not as subtle as she thinks.”

“That’s sweet of her but I’m—” Her voice cracks. “I’m gonna be fine. No need to worry.”

“Every need to worry,” Vickie corrects, sitting down beside her and curling an arm around her shoulder. “We all love you, of course we worry when you’re not happy. Not– I mean– it’s fine that you’re not, we just want to be here. That’s why all of us came today, to help. We’re so sorry we made it worse.”

“It’s fine,” she dismisses. “It wasn’t going to turn out anyway, it was a lost cause from the start.”

“Which is why we’re going to do it right this time.”

That makes Chrissy’s head snap upright.

“This time? What do you mean this time? Vickie, I can’t do this again; it’s not going to—”

“Ah ah,” Vickie chides with a smile. “None of that. Nance pulled me aside—not like that, don’t make a face!—and we’ve figured this out. It’s all going to get sorted out and work fine cause, like, we’ve handled it. Nancy called Jonathan to fetch in more ingredients because we’ve used up all the stuff in your kitchen by this point—and no we will not let you pay us back, it’s only fair since we all made a huge mess trying to cram into your kitchen while you were working so hard (and I’m so proud of you for trying so much, by the way, cause I always seem to give up when things get to difficult unless it’s, like, band).

“And for everyone else, me and Nancy are going to keep them entertained and hopefully not killing each other in your living room—we don’t want another mess to clean up but if there does end up being a murder we’ll deal with it, you won’t even know about it cause Nancy is wildly scary when she wants and can blackmail the witnesses into silence and I’m so good at cleaning messes. Anyway, the point is that we’ll keep the noise out of the kitchen, Jonathan will be here in ten minutes with new ingredients, and Patrick’s just shown up to help you bake. You remember that his aunt is a baker, right?”

“Obviously,” Chrissy smiles, expression still watery.

Vickie smiles back, squeezing Chrissy a little tighter before standing up and making her way back out.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she tells Chrissy before shutting the door behind her.

—

Jonathan drops a kiss to Nancy’s cheek as he enters and only stops in the kitchen long enough to drop off the bag of ingredients before he’s dropping himself down on the sofa next to Robin. When he glances her way, Chrissy offers him a little wave hello before slipping into the now-clean kitchen.

“Hey,” Patrick smiles. “You ready to get started?”

“Not really,” she offers, but obediently moves to re-wash her hands.

“I’ll do my best to help you through it, yeah? We can get these to turn out real nice now the idiots are distracted and it’s just us two.”

“Thanks.”

Patrick doesn’t actually end up doing most of the work. Instead, he just guides Chrissy through the process as the instructions state. He helps her set up a double boiler on the stove, and makes sure she keeps an eye on it and keeps stirring so the chocolate doesn’t burn while they wait for the butter to melt in. 

The sugar gets spilled a little, but it’s easy to ignore that when Patrick doesn’t make a fuss. He simply nudges Chrissy aside and swipes a wet cloth over the surface of the counter to brush it all away as Chrissy moves onto weighing out the brown sugar.

“You want to beat the eggs for longer than that,” he tells her, guiding the hand holding the electric whisk back to the now combined sugar and eggs.

“But… all the eggs are in now – one at a time, like you said.”

Patrick claps her on the shoulder with a grin.

“Yeah, and you did great, just trust me. You want to beat more air into them, that way they’ll turn out better. You keep whisking for a minute and then I’ll add in the chocolate and butter as you keep going.” 

The batter comes together right this time. Under Patrick’s guidance Chrissy ends up feeling a lot less stressed and has a lot easier of a time. She still doesn’t really enjoy baking, but she doesn’t think she’s going to cry again so that’s good as far as she’s concerned.

When the brownies are finally in the oven, Chrissy has time to sit with her friends in the living room. It’s a little cramped with so many people piled in, but the overwhelming feel in the kitchen isn’t here. Nancy and Vickie have seemingly ordered everyone else into some semblance of control so it’s actually… fun.

Chrissy is having fun.

A smile breaks easily across her face, knowing Patrick is ducking in and out of the kitchen to keep an eye on the baking goods. Now she can just enjoy the company, laughing with everyone else as Robin and Steve fight over what actually happened in Back to the Future—which they apparently watched together once while stoned and only half-remember. It turns out Carol has seen it too, her and Tommy having gone out to see it together, but she’s tight lipped on the actual plot.

If Heather were here, Chrissy is sure they’d start bickering good-naturedly over whether her silence was because she just couldn’t remember. The thought makes excitement buzz under Chrissy’s skin. Call her a sap, but she just can’t wait for her girlfriend to get home. The look that Carol sends her is painfully knowing and her cheeks flush a brilliant pink that everyone politely ignores.

“If Tommy went with you then why can’t he clear this up?” Jonathan asks, sat on the floor in front of the armchair Nancy has curled into.

Steve pauses at that.

“Wait, where is Tommy?”

Billy grins, all sharp teeth and shark-like. Carol groans—actually groans—in dismay. Vickie, bless her heart, turns bright red.

“Uhm,” her cousin starts. “I think him and Jason are in the bathroom.”

“Still?” Robin asks from beside her, finally turning away from Steve on her other side.

Billy cackles.

“Think you told your no foreplay warning to the wrong person, shortcake.”

Robin opens her mouth, then closes it.

“I don’t want to know,” she says, shifting to press closer into Vickie’s side.

“Know what?” Patrick asks, poking his head back in from the kitchen.

“Nothing!” Steve squawks, and Billy laughs again, head tipped back in joy and eyes sparkling.

Patrick looks dubious for a second, but then he shakes it off.

“C’mon Chrissy,” he tells her instead. “They’re ready to come out.”

—

Eventually, the flow of visitors ebbs away. Nancy, Vickie, Robin, and Jonathan all depart together; apparently Vickie and Nancy are having a much deserved night in after the chaos they had to deal with. Jonathan and Robin, however, are going out drinking. Chrissy almost wishes she could be there to see the inevitable chaos of a drunk Robin Buckley.

Billy leaves next. He appears behind her as she’s washing up, hands dunked in the sudsy water in the kitchen sink. Two arms circle her waist and she screeches in surprise.

“I’m off now. Bob insists on meeting Steve since I’ve been talking about him so much since I moved in, so we’re doing dinner together. Should be awkward.”

Chrissy snorts at that.

“Yeah, right. Bob’s great, you and Steve are great, you’ll have a fun time.” She dries her hands and wraps up some freshly-cut brownies. “For dessert,” she explains with a smile.

Billy grins at her and then ducks in to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

“Later short stuff!”

Rolling her eyes, Chrissy helps Patrick with the last of the cleaning before he dismisses himself. 

“Thanks,” Chrissy tells him, earnestly as possible. 

He waves her off and makes her promise to call him first next time. Chrissy promises, on her childhood pet cat’s grave, that there will never be a next time for her baking. Patrick laughs and jogs off down the road, heading home.

When Chrissy turns around, she jumps.

“Carol! Fuck, I didn’t know you were still here.”

“You swearing feels illegal.” At Chrissy’s glare she shrugs, amending: “Fine. Maybe not illegal. Sacreligious.” 

Chrissy huffs.

“You hanging around?”

“No,” Carol scoffs, but her expression is teasing. “I’m just waiting to see if I get any of the spoils.”

“The brownies you mean?”

“No, I meant the scrapped batter.”

Chrissy rolls her eyes, but can’t help the grin worming its way onto her face.

“They’re for Heather, Carol. You know, my girlfriend?”

“Is Billy your girlfriend too? Wonder how Heather feels about that.”

A laugh escapes before Chrissy can bite it down.

“The ones I gave him were more for Bob; he let me come over plenty after Billy moved in with him. You can have one though. And I mean one, Carol.”

She just waves a hand and makes a detour to the kitchen on her way out--the shape in her hand when she leaves looks suspiciously like two brownies. Then Chrissy is alone, waiting for Heather to get home from work.

—

She isn’t waiting too long before she hears the front door open. The excitement under her skin sparks into a vibrant display, shining along her nerves and making it hard to fight the impulse to run straight up to the other girl and display her successes. 

They’re just about under control when Heather steps into the kitchen and meets her gaze with a fond smile. Chrissy melts, and then she’s in Heather’s arms before she even realised she lost the battle with her self-control.

“Hey,” she grins, smile smushed into the other’s shoulder.

“Hey yourself. You have company? The living room is a state.”

Chrissy laughs, pulling away to smile up at her.

“Maybe one or two people came over.”

Heather looks doubtful, but then her eyes land on the plate of brownies. They’re laying pride of place in the centre of the kitchen table, and despite the messy edges Chrissy thinks they came out pretty damn good. More Patrick’s influence than her own, but she’s still pretty proud despite the exhaustion. 

It was all worth it, anyway, from the way Heather’s eyes widen and then soften. They turn back to her with adoration.

“You’ve been busy,” she says, and Chrissy flushes. Again.

“Surprise!” she tries, feeling a little embarrassed by the fondness plain for the world to see on Heather’s face. Or, if not the world, just the two of them in their little kitchen. “I wanted to make something for you after you did for me.”

“I love you,” Heather mumbles, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of Chrissy’s shy smile.

And that’s when Jason and Tommy appear in the doorway, looking a little dishevelled. The four of them blink at each other.

“Have you been in the bathroom this whole time?”

The pair turn bright red.

[dawn-moths]

not autocorrect thinking i mean "dubai" whenever i type "dabi" -_-

[saturngas]

hickeys on display

[🪐] satoru wears proudly the hickeys you left on him last night

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: established relationship; only one suggestive paragraph; crack fic? again me trying to be funny; nanami mentioned!; slight possessive traits;

word count: 1k

..

nanami sometimes pitied you. you were a good human being, a nice woman, a devoted and strong sorcerer. but why did the world reward you with this menace that calls itself satoru?

the moment his eyes landed on the tall sorcerer walking in the bakery shop, nanami swore he wanted to throw himself off the window.

satoru had convinced him to go out to his favorite bakery shop to spend time while his beautiful wife returned from the mission. the blonde man actually didn't have any other plans for the day, so he could bare a couple of hours with the strongest.

but not like this.

Japanese culture revolved in humbleness and respect towards others. satoru was anything but that. he had gained multiple stares since he landed on the bakery, all eyes focused on the angry marks on his attractive neck and collarbones.

"what happened to you? were you attacked on your way here?" nanami asked sarcastically as satoru sat down in front of him.

"what do you mean, nanamin?" he faigned ignorance as he adjusted himself on his sit, his large hands fidgeting with the menu. nanami sent him a dead stare, not believing his cluelessness. "oh this?" he pointed to his exposed skin. "oh it's just that I miss my wife so much. I also want anyone to know im so taken."

Nanami couldn't believe his ears. he wanted to choke the hell out of the sorcerer for being so shameless.

"your ring is sufficient."

satoru eyed the silver band adorning his ring finger, the lovely reminder of your wedding playing on his head. "well, yeah I guess... but people dont usually look at other's people hands first."

the curious and judgmental stares from the strangers in the store were making nanami a bit uncomfortable. maybe he should just have his baguette as a take out.

"nanamin, have you ordered yet? I think ill have the strawberry cheesecake and a vanilla milkshak— what are you doing?"

in front of him was nanami holding up his phone, hands ready to take a picture of satoru as an evidence to you and a reminder to him to never go out with him again.

"im sending your wife a picture of you. I hope she doesn't approve this and takes you home away from people." as soon as satoru heard the mention of his wife, he stood taller in his sit, puffing out his hard chest, his exposed bruised neck more on display as a boyish grin struck his face.

"haha, okie~" a fit of giggles left his lips that made nanami exhale the hardest he had that evening. "please tell her I miss her and that I love her with all my heart."

come get your husband. he has no shame.

your phone buzzed in your pocket as a final puff left the remaining of the curses you just have exorcized. you checked the message sent by a good friend of yours, nanami. you couldn't help but laugh.

since you were called for a quick mission not too far from tokyo, poor satoru was left alone without his pretty wife. he insisted on going with you, however you reminded him of the house chores he had been avoiding the past weeks.

your husband had a habit of sending you recurrent messages whenever you were away. it could be him on a mission overseas sending you pictures of himself in every angle just to crack a smile on your face. or it could be him spamming you on texting him back if you left him on read by accident.

right now, it had been around thirty minutes since satoru had informed you he had finished his duties, sending you visual proof—he would often get away with it—and a dozens of messages declaring he missed you and was miserable without you, so he let you know he would be visiting nanami, probably because there wasn't anyone within his range he could bother.

what you didn't expect was the photo attached to nanami´s previous message.

satoru was sitting in a booth—probably in some bakery shop—with one of the biggest grins you had seen on his angelic face. his baby blue eyes were covered by his rectangular glasses and his white hair was a bit messy.

but what immediately caught your attention wasn't his toothy grin or his perfect jawline—it was the shameless exposure of his bare neck, where purple and red marks decorated the pale skin of his collarbones, neck, and trapezius.

the night before was a night. satoru made you feel so full that your eyes were at one point covered in tears of pleasure, your jaw as tight as ever as you took all of him so well. the carnal heat inside you was boiling and daring to explote, so you released it with snug bites on satoru's skin, anywhere within your range, making him groan and hiss in painful arousal. there were moments where you would almost chew on the rosy skin to suppress the loud moans. satoru took good care of you. but now?

your husband deliberately decided to wear that low collar sweatshirt you loved so much. but not right now! how was he so uncaring about showing the entire world your marital business?

a sighed left your lips as you replied to nanami with an "im coming," before departing your way to the place, already having the directions since satoru left his location on with you all the time.

"please dont ever do this, toru."

"then dont give me these hickeys! and dont leave me alone too much! I need to remind myself you still exist, baby."

"I was done with my mission in like two hours!"

"oh wow, you are getting stronger pookie bear."

taglist: @snwvie @fanficsforkicks

hello guysss, im working on other works because I have like so many ideas but it's kinda hard to write them all the way I want to. im also working on pt 2 of some works some of y'all have suggested. bare with me alr :]

[eaterofman]

Yandere Coworker Harem x New Hire Reader: A Meeting with the CEO

Follow up to this post

Finally fed up with it all, you decide to leave... but you learn it may not be that easy.

Content Warnings: General creepiness, yanderes, financial manipulation, manipulation, power difference, gaslighting

AN: Holy shit the first part blew up, more so than any post I've ever made on tumblr... ever. Thank y'all, and I hope this lives up to everyone's expectations? Had to ignore a few asks since they were essentially the plot to this part, haha.

As nice as Jake is... it starts to wear on you. The seclusion from your other coworkers, Warren and Jax's constant attention, it all becomes too much. This was the easiest money you've ever made, but it almost felt... condescending in a way. Seriously, you feel like you haven't actually worked in months, just given simple tasks to complete so that Jax could praise you. Otherwise, you felt like you were just eye candy set in a pretty office. No more, you figure. You make up your mind to go back to HR, it's been a long time coming. They either fix it, or you're gone.

With your mind made up, you return to Leon. He'd been so kind before, surely he'd help, right? As you explain your problems to him, he nods and gently smiles. In your distress, you don't notice his hand moving to cover yours, massaging yours comfortingly. You welcome the comforting sensation, overwhelmed to the point of not really considering the implications. You look into his dark eyes as you finish, silently pleading with him for help.

"That really is something. I'm sorry to hear your experience with the company has been so distressing. Tell me, do you have any proof?"

His demeanor seems to shift instantly back to the colder man you remember from your first sight of him. His fingers rubbing gentle circles into your palm shift into a harsher grip.

"Proof? I-I mean, the cameras have probably caught something?"

You'd say there were eyewitnesses, but all of your other coworkers had been avoiding you. You barely even knew their names...

"Unfortunately, our cameras have been malfunctioning lately, I doubt they'd catch anything. Without any actual witnesses, I'm afraid I can't do anything for you."

"How can you say that without even looking? This place is insane- you know what? I'm just quitting. I can't take this anymore."

You try to remove your hand but he keeps it there. His gaze is suddenly ice cold. He lets your hand go after a few moments of tension, fingers lingering before you yank your hand to your chest.

"Ah, you could quit... but I'd really recommend against it. You'd of course have to pay the dues you signed in your contract, as well as any additional fees. I'm not in charge of finances, but my estimate would be somewhere around... 200 thousand or so?"

You gasp, blood running cold. 200 thousand?! You don't remember signing that, but you also don't recall really reading over the contract in your excitement. You try to think of a way out, surely there had to be some sort of loophole-

"Of course, there's always the option of asking the CEO to change your contract, but..."

You'd tuned anything after that out, insisting to meet with the CEO as soon as possible. Which, to your surprise, was almost immediately. Almost like he'd been... waiting for you? Leon himself lead you to the CEO's room, at the very top of the skyscraper your office resided in. As you're let in, you're met with the biggest office you'd ever seen. It composed of the entire top floor of the skyscraper, massive windows encircling the entire ornate office.

You really try to ignore the feeling that you're walking into a trap.

The CEO was patiently waiting for you. Like a king on a throne, he sat in the middle of the room in front of a surprisingly simple desk. You'd heard of the CEO, Kennedy Grey, but you'd never met him in person before. He had an air of sophistication around him, an older gentlemen with salt and pepper hair and a well trimmed beard. His suit was pristine and looked expensive, probably costing more than your entire yearly salary. He smiled, urging the two of you to sit. His eyes glanced over to Leon's, a slight smirk on his face as if the two were in on a joke you weren't.

"So, what brings you two here? I've heard very good things about you from Jax. Things are going well, I presume?"

You fidget, despite his welcoming tone, he felt oddly... menacing. Like you weren't supposed to disagree with him, even if he asked you a question. You begin to explain your issues, but are quickly stopped with a firm look of disapproval when you bring up the idea of leaving the company.

"Now now, we can't have that, can we? With your contract, that wouldn't be a very smart idea, would it?"

Before you can even respond, he simply continues to talk over you.

"No, no it wouldn't. And you've just been such a good worker, we'd just hate to lose you."

"Well, I was actually hoping we could talk about the contract, I just don't think it's fair-" you can barely get your thoughts out as he cuts you off again.

"Unfair? But my dear, you signed it. I'd just hate to get my lawyers involved... they're top of the line, y'know? Besides, you don't actually want to leave, you're just... stressed. What do you need, a paid week off? A bonus for your hard work?"

"No-"

"Well, now that that's done, let's get back to work, shall we? You'll have a bonus on your next pay-"

You've had enough of his condescension and interruptions, it's time for you to interrupt him.

"You know what, I'll take the lawsuit. You people are insane. You can have the money if you want, but I'm out of here."

As you get up, you find you can't. Leon has moved behind you, surprisingly strong arms holding your chair in, preventing you from moving. You look up at him in angered confusion, but he's sharing a look with Kennedy. You once again feel like you're missing an important part of an inside joke again. You try to struggle, but you're stopped as Kennedy interrupts.

"Apartment 101, Evergreen Apartments, right?"

"W-wha-"

"You know, I've been venturing into the rental market recently. Very profitable at the moment. I actually just bought a few buildings in your area, including your little apartment. Such a shame, you know you could do better, right? All you have to do is ask..."

He smiles at you as if this was a normal conversation to him, like he was doing you a favor.

"I guess that makes me your landlord now, if you think about it!" his smile turns colder, eyes crinkling like he's laughing at you, "That being said, I just don't see how you're going to pay for the rent increase without this job. I hate to do it, but it's a necessity, y'know? Cost of living and such."

He waves his hand like it's no big deal, like he isn't playing with your livelihood and threatening you.

"You could move out, of course, but well, word gets around, and I just don't know how the other investors in the area would react to your... history."

You feel dread well up in the pit of your stomach and tears in your eyes. He... has you. What could you even do? Moving out of the city would mean starting over, and that's if you could even find a place and a job to pay for said place, and paying for the lawsuit-

In your panic, you can only whimper, "I just... why? Why me? i don't understand-"

"That's the beauty of it all, you don't have to. All you have to worry about is coming in and doing your job. We'll handle all the rest."

You jump, having almost forgotten Leon was behind you in your panic. You go to open your mouth-

"Wonderful insight, Leon. Now that we're all on the same foot, let's get back to work, shall we?"

You can only numbly nod your head, too overwhelmed to continue fighting.

You're finally allowed to sit up and begin walking towards the door, trying to speed walk out of the huge room that somehow managed to feel claustrophobic. You just wanted out at this point, you needed somewhere to think.

As you step into the elevator, Leon staying behind in the office-thank god-you're interrupted one final time.

"Oh, and I meant what I said. If you ever need any assistance, anything at all, just come to me. All you have to do is ask."

[nagaytoe]

Got a req! Howlw about some angst? What would happen after the bad end?

Evanescent

(Adj.) Soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing

Solivan Brugmansia X Reader

TWs: Murder, attempted murder, weapons, just a lot of death in general, loss of loved one, shifting blame, like one mention of necrophilia

Word count: 2.3k

I am currently cooking up 3 more scenarios of what could've happened after the bad end on day 2 but this is the first one that's actually finished (there were just too many ideas popping into my head so ofc i have to write for all of them lmao)

Requests: open

Disclaimer: i tried my best to proof-read it and tried using they/them pronouns but when i first wrote it i used she/her, i just hope i got all of 'em lol

Also, apparently 'whose' can also be used for objects as well and not just for people??? Sounds wrong to me but if the internet says it's right then lets hope its right haha

SPOILERS FOR DAY 2 OF THE KID AT THE BACK

Sol was inconsolable, his face buried in your neck, tears staining your shirt. His arms were wrapped around you but you didn’t reciprocate the gesture. How could you anyways? You were dead. Stabbed by Sol's only friend, Hyugo, who was currently cleaning up the gory scene.

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Just a few moments ago you stumbled upon a horrifying view: Your friend, best friend, and your first love, Jericho Ichabod, laid on the dirty ground of a shed whose door you just broke down, his head barely attached to the neck.

Your knees gave in beneath you as soon as you gazed upon Crowe, grabbing his body, shaking it and willing him to wake up again. How could this happen? He was well liked, nice to everyone he met, who would think about taking his life? You barely registered footsteps behind you because of how loud you were sobbing, but the clanking of metal on the ground didn't slip past you. Turning around, your eyes are met with the sight of someone you didn't expect. You expected a gang leader, a thug, everyone but the one who actually stood in front of you.

Solivan Brugmansia

Just yesterday you befriended the seemingly timid boy and now he was soaked in blood, his red eyes wide as your gazes met.

“[____]...?” Tears of his own started to well up in his eyes which currently roamed over your hunched figure.

“What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here, you need to leave!” By the end of his sentence he was yelling, tears streaming down his face.

Truly a miserable, pathetic sight.

“You killed him, you killed Crowe, didn't you?” Anger was bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. On the inside you were praying to whatever god was watching from heaven above, if there even was one to begin with, that all this was nothing more than a bad dream, hoping insistently to wake up. However, this was a nightmare you were not permitted to ever wake up from.

“I only did what I should've done years ago.” His words caused you to huff in disbelief, “You're not even gonna deny it, huh?”

“I would never lie to you, [____]” Was he fucking serious? He just killed someone, but at least he's not a liar? What the hell was wrong with him?! You were enraged, he had no reason to kill Crowe, to play god by ending his life and taking your love from you.

“Why? Why did you kill him?!”

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU AND HE TRIED TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME! I COULDN'T SIT BY AND LET THAT HAPPEN… YOU'RE MINE! MINE ALONE!” he finally snapped, showing his true colors. Was everything he showed you before just a facade? It had to be.

The words he just spoke left a disgusting taste in your mouth. Love? Love?! How dare he use this sweet word in such a disgusting fashion? How dare he taint it in order to justify his vile actions? It made you sick to your stomach and you were blinded by rage as you lunged at him.

“YOU MONSTER!”

You unbuckled the strap of his choker and pulled on it, strangling him in the process.

“YOU LOVE ME?! I LOVED HIM! HE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME! MY BEST FRIEND, MY FIRST LOVE, MY SAVIOR! YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME, I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU! DON'T YOU DARE IMAGINE YOU KNOW ME IN THE SLIGHTEST! I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!”

Sol was clawing at your wrists by now, but it was no use, every action of his seemed slow and heavy, as if it took a lot of effort, almost as if he was paralyzed.

His hands fell to the side and just as you thought you managed to avenge your love something sharp pierced through your chest.

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Here you were, taking your last breaths in the arms of the person you despise most.

“[____], please… please stay with me… don't leave me [____]...” his pleas were a stark contrast to what he is screaming at the person who stabbed you.

“HOW COULD YOU!? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!”

Then he went back to sobbing into your shoulder. He seemed completely out of it, switching between grief and anger every other second.

You couldn't seem to make out the words your killer was saying, everything they said was incoherent, except for the last two words:

“No witnesses.”

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“What do you plan on doing? Hold them until they start rotting?”

Hyugo was standing in front of Sol, who was still sitting on the ground, sobbing and cradling you in his arms. After he managed to clean up the scene, the only thing left to do was the disposal of your corpse.

“Just kill me alongside them.” Sols voice was quiet, barely above a whisper and it was strained from crying and screaming so much. It hurt Hyugo to see his best friend like that.

“You know very well I can't do that.”

“YOU WERE ABLE TO KILL THEM THOUGH! I JUST GOT THEM BACK AND YOU TOOK THEM FROM ME!”

Hyugo couldn't hold back his anger anymore. How could Sol still fail to see that this would've never worked out either way?

“THEY TRIED TO KILL YOU!”

Hyugo sighed deeply in an effort to calm himself before continuing, “Even if I had only knocked them out, do you think they would’ve forgiven you for killing Crowe-”

“Don't you dare bring up that bastards name. All of this is his fault anyways. If it hadn't been for him… me and my sweet [____] would still be together now…”

Sols voice was laced with venom as he gripped your body tighter. You have stopped breathing by now, the color has long drained from your face and the warmth of your skin has vanished. All that was left was an empty shell of who you once were.

Just yesterday, you were breathing, talking, laughing. Now? Now you will never be able to do any such thing again.

“It was you or them, Sol. I need you to understand that. Do you truly believe they could've loved you back after finding out you killed someone? Do you think the two of you would have lived happily ever after?” The blue haired man was trying his best to reason with his best friend, but to no avail.

“We could've made it work, I know that we would have… We were destined to be together, there wouldn't have been any other way…Maybe I should just keep them…”

“Sol.” Hyugo put his hand on the taller males shoulder, who was still sitting on the sheds ground. “We need to bury them.”

Sol seemed to be pondering for a moment, the hold he had on your body relentless.

“I can't… I can't let them go. They're gonna be really scared if we bury them and leave them in the darkness forever…”

“Sol, I'll repeat myself one last time. We need to bury them. What else are we supposed to do with their body? Keep it?” Hyugo put his hands on his hips, his patience wearing thin.

“I see no reason to not keep it…” the males words were muttered, but his friend was still able to hear them.

“You can't be serious! Do you know what happens to a body when it decays? They'll have 2 weeks at best before there's nothing left of them, except for the bones.”

Sol knew his friend was right, but how was he supposed to let go of you?

“They deserve a gravestone… a funeral… they deserve a memorial and not to be buried in the woods like some dead animal…”

Hyugo sighed. He knew that there is pretty much nothing he could do right now to convince Sol to do the right thing, he will keep arguing until he gets his way.

“What's your plan?”

Sol considered his options for a few moments before responding,

“Let's call the cops, make it look like an accident or shift the blame onto someone else”

Hyugo scoffed, “And what do you plan to tell them? We don't exactly have an alibi and there aren't that many families with Katanas either, you know? The only other family I can think of right now is Subarus.”

Red eyes met Hyugos teal ones, it's obvious an idea struck Sol. “That's right…”

Hyugo immediately cut Sol off before the latter could finish his sentence.

“Absolutely not! I will not drag my brothers family into this.”

“He doesn't even like you!” Sol retorted.

The shorter males eyes grew wide for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

“You know what? Do whatever you want. Keep their body like some necrophilie if that's what you desire.” Turning on his heel, Hyugo began walking off. He already took care of everything necessary, cleaning the scene and disposing of the weapons alongside Crowes body. He was not in the mood to argue with someone whose judgment was clouded and wouldn't even listen to him in the first place.

Sols rage grew stronger by the minute. How dared he? Hyugo killed his one and only soulmate in cold blood, like they were nothing and now he walked off just like that? No… No, he won't. Sol won't let that happen. He couldn't let him disrespect you like that. Carefully lowering your body to the ground and standing up, just as Hyugo walked out of the cabin, Sol quickly lunged at the shorter, unsuspecting male.

If there was one thing he knew, it was that Hyugo might be good with weapons but he wasn't all that strong physically.

Well, at least he was weaker than Sol. Since Hyugo buried his katana alongside any other evidence all he can fight with were his bare hands.

“SOL, GET OFF OF ME!”

Sols hands wrapped themselves around Hyugos throat, just like yours were wrapped around his not even half an hour ago. Pressing his friend's head into the dirt ground, Sol is blinded by rage. Hyugo clawed at the taller males wrists, kicking him but Sols grip won't loosen. Letting go of the hands that were wrapped around his throat, Hyugo felt the dirt ground around him for something he can potentially defend himself with and sure enough - he managed to grab ahold of a rock, swiftly smashing it against the side of Sols head.

The taller male staggered and collapsed on the floor next to Hyugo, who hit the exact right spot to knock someone out.

Hyugo stood up, dusting off his clothes and sighing. What a mess. He knew that he needed to get rid of the body, even if it'll drive Sol further into madness.

So that's what he did. He buried [____]s body deep in the forest before sitting down by Sol's side, waiting for him to wake up.

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Sol didn't attempt to kill Hyugo again after the first time, though part of the reason might be the ax Hyugo found in the shed and kept on him afterwards for self-protection. Either way, Sol acted like Hyugo didn't exist. To him he was dead anyways.

He tried his best, tried to go to school but the next days there were hell. People talked, gossiped, conspired as to what could've happened to [____] and Crowe. Were they kidnapped by the mafia? Did they commit suicide together? Did they run away together? Did they join a cult? People made up all kinds of stories in order to make sense of the situation, but only Sol and Hyugo were the ones who knew the truth.

After a few days, Sol stopped going to school. He couldn't handle it any longer.

Every time he sat in his classes he would draw you, instead of paying attention to what the teacher was saying.

Every time he sat in art class he was met with the sight of your unoccupied seat.

Every time lunch break rolled around he would go to the library where the two of you met and sit down in the seat he sat in on that day.

After school he would go to your apartment complex and break into your apartment to lay down on your bed, hugging your sheets and pillows, pretending they were you.

Hyugo never told Sol where he had buried you, too anxious about what Sol might do were he to know where you've been buried.

Not even a week passed before Sol decided what he had to do next.

On monday, almost a whole week after your death, Sol went back to school. The place where he first saw you, where he fell for you and in whose proximity you had died. Though, instead of attending class, he walked up the stairs to the school roof. The cool november breeze brushed over his face, twirling his hair and swaying single strands from side to side.

He climbed over the fence, briefly sitting down on it.

There was no further purpose in living, that, he was sure of. He lost his only purpose and what meaning does life have if it has to be spent without you, his darling?

All he could do was atone for his sins.

His mind is occupied with memories of you as he leapt forwards, clutching his fist to his chest where his heart resided.

“See you soon, pumpkin.”

Everything went dark as his body met the ground. There was no pain, there was no afterthought. All that's there is nothingness.

Of course, to the people now surrounding his body there was a gruesome scene, perhaps they would prefer nothingness as well. But if there was nothingness, there would be no note either, tucked away in his fist.

“In the forest”, the note read.

Sol promised to atone for his sins and he would never lie to you, remember?

[ilwonuu]

hi! can u req a joshua fluff (with smut haha) in which shua will surprise wife!y/n on her bday but y/n has bigger news (🤰).. thank u 🩷🩵

omg yes!! i love this idea sm!! THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST💖💖

▸ ִֶָ ⊹all for you. h. jisoo

summary- your husband wants to make your birthday the most memorable birthday you have ever had. he surprises you with a beautiful date night. but you have a bigger surprise;)

warnings- fluff with plot, smut with plot, lots of love (ew), pregnancy sex, unprotected sex, pet names(honey, my love, reader calls joshua shua a lot), dirty talk, oral fem receiving, breeding kink kinda???, creampie, lots and lots of affection, hoshi is mentioned a few times, happy marriage, lmk if i missed anything 😘

authors note- i made this way longer than i intended it to be bc i kinda got carried away. i hope there isn’t too many typos since i haven’t proof read it yet and stuff anyways thank you for reading<3

joshua always would go all out for your birthday. he would do anything he can do make sure you had the best day ever. you never had any worries about your birthday but this one was a little different. you had something important to talk to him about. it was that you guys are going to be parents. you know he will be happy with the news but there is a voice in the back of your head saying that this might ruin your birthday. you love your husband and he loves you but we’re you guys ready to have a baby?

you roll out of bed around 10 am seeing your husband is nowhere to be found in the bedroom. making your way to your bathroom to wash up. “shua?? where are you?” you yell loud enough for him to hear from the bathroom. “honey im in the kitchen! im making you breakfast in bed so go lay back down.” he says shouting back. you smile at his words complying with what he asked you to do. getting back into your shared comfy bed.

joshua comes into not to late after you do with a plate of pancakes, bacon,fruit, and your favorite coffee he makes for you. “happy birthday my beautiful wife. you deserve the world.” he says setting your food down on the table next to you bending down to pull you into a sweet kiss. “thank you shua. i really appreciate you.” you smile at him and grab your food. “and i love you so much. i have so many things planned for you today. you feeling up to it?” he asks sitting next to you on your bed. you nod eating your food. “i love you too.”

he kisses your cheek and steals a piece of your bacon. “can i have this?” he asks taking a bite. “shua you’re already eating it.” you laugh at him taking another bite of your pancakes. “i did good on this bacon. it tastes so good.” he smiles at you and kisses your face all over. “okay my love i was thinking we could go shopping a little bit and then we can come back and watch a movie then i can make you dinner. or we can go out to eat. whatever you would like honey.” he says giving sweet kisses against your neck. “mm that sounds so nice shua. you are too sweet to me.” you finish your food turning to pull him into a hug. “you deserve it beautiful. wanna go back to sleep for a little longer or should we start getting ready?” you get under the covers. “definitely more sleep.” you say pulling him to cuddle you. “of course honey. rest all you want we can get up when you want.” he say kissing you before closing his eyes nuzzling his face into your neck. you two both falling asleep tangled in eachothers arms.

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you wake up a few hours later shifting slightly seeing a still asleep joshua. kissing his forehead slightly before heading to the bathroom. quickly peeing before coming back into your bed room. “mm honey are you ready to get up?” he says still with his eyes closed. “yes i am if you are shua.” he finally opens his eyes stretching slightly smiling at you. “okay honey we can shower real quick then we can leave to do your shopping.” you nod making your way to the bathroom with him slowly following behind you. shutting the door after you both. “come here my love.” he says pulling you into a hug kissing you softly. “you look so beautiful today honey. i can never get bored of looking at you.” he kisses down your jaw making his way down your neck. “mm shua that was cheesy.” you laugh moving your head a little so he can have a better angle. “you love it tho.” he lifts you to sit on the sink smiling at you while he pulls off his shirt. “you smell so good. i bet you’ll taste even better.” he smiles pecking your lips again. “can i?” he asks rubbing your thigh slightly. “hm can you what shua?” he laughs. “can i eat you out? i really want to make you feel good. then we can take a shower hm??” you nod slowly.

he smiles at you before kneeling in front on you slowly pulling your shorts and panties down in one quick movement. “my love you’re soaking. what have you been thinking about?” he looks up at you kissing your inner thighs. “y-you. i want you shua pl-“ he cuts you off by licking a long stripe up your slit humming against you. causing you hands to immediately go to his hair. “o-oh shua feels so good.” he smirks against you slowly inserting his tongue inside of you fucking it into you slightly. you tug on his hair slightly rougher this time throwing your head back in pleasure. “holy shit shua. p-please don’t stop.” and he doesn’t he continues his movements looking up at you through his eyelashes. slowly bringing his finger up to rub your clit. he is moaning into your pussy sending tingles down your spine. he is lost in eating you out. his face now having your arousal all over it.

his dick is now rock hard in his shorts as he watches your face change more and more with the pleasure he is giving you. “shua im gonna c-cum!” he continues watching you rubbing your clit faster feeling you clench around his tongue. you immediately release on his tongue moaning his name. he licks up all you cum before standing up and smiling at you. “i can never get enough of that my love. you taste amazing.” you still trying to catch your breath before moving to stand up. he pulls you into a sweet kiss. “see? you are so sweet.” he kisses your cheek. “lets shower hm?” he smiles before pulling both of your clothes off starting the water for the shower.

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“shua i’m all ready to go!” you say making your way to your living room where he is waiting. he smiles at you. “you look beautiful honey. lets go.” he grabs your hand leading you guys out of the house and to his car.

the car ride to the mall was filled with you two singing the music that you wanted to play. “okay we have arrived!! lets go in.” he smiles getting out of your car making his way to your side to let you out. “my love.” he smiles grabbing your hand. “my shua.” you say laughing. “what store do you want to go in first?” he says as you two are hand and hand making your way into the mall.

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what you didn’t know is that joshua had a surprise for you. he has asked the guys to help set up your house for the perfect movie and dinner night. and thats why he had you guys leave a little early to go shopping. joshua is somewhat nervous something will go wrong. causing him to be paranoid sending soonyoung a text.

joshua- are you guys almost done? y/n is getting tired of shopping she wants to come home soon.

soonyoung- yes! we have a few more things to do for your room like you asked and then we’ll be leaving.

joshua- oh thank god. thank you thank you. i appreciate you guys helping i owe you.

soonyoung- no problem. we love y/n she deserves a good day!!

joshua- love u😘

soonyoung- love u too 😨

soonyoung- tell me how she likes it!!!

“joshua? who are you texting?” you say smiling at him and his focused expression. “just soonyoung. him and the guys say happy birthday.” you make a sweet expression. “aw thats sweet. tell them i say thank you and that i love them.” “will do my love.” he smiles putting his phone away. “okay i’m thinking one more store then we can leave okay honey?” he says smiling before walking into another store with you.

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soonyoung- we just finished! good luck bro tell me how it goes

“okay my love you ready to go?” you nod quickly. “please my feet hurt.” you say laughing as he puts you on his back running to the car. “joshua im heavy you better not drop me!” he laughs at you. “first of all you are nowhere near heavy and i would never drop my beautiful wife okay?” you roll your eyes at him. “you’re being so cheesy today.” he puts you down as you make it to the car. “once again i know you love it.” you scoff looking away from him. “okay maybe a little bit. but only a little!!” you say as he opens your car door for you. “come on my love lets get you home.” he says quickly starting the car to head back to your house.

you two arrive back noticing his mood changing slightly to a more nervous one. “you okay shua?” he smiles at you. “of course i just want you to have a good day.” “shua i am having the best day ever. you are treating me so well do not worry.” you rub his back. “i always worry because you deserve the best y/n.” “you are the best shua. you are the sweetest person i could ask for. you never have to worry you always make me feel so special.” you pull him into a kiss. “come on love lets go inside.” you say getting out the car following him into your house.

you walk into your home seeing all the rose pedals and candles lit. “joshua you didn’t have to do all this.” you look at him lovingly feeling him pull you in to hug him. “i know honey but like i said you deserve the best. i asked the guys to help with the decorations. do you like it?” he asks rubbing your back softly. “i love it joshie thank you.” he smiles. “okay my love have you decided if you wanna go out to dinner or have me cook?” “mm i don’t really feel like leaving again i would rather stay and have you cook for me if thats okay.” he kisses you sweetly. “of course my love. you hungry now or do you want to wait?” you think for a second. “i’m a little bit hungry now.” he nods kissing your forehead before making his way into the kitchen. “okay well you get comfortable i will start on dinner okay?” you nod smiling at him making your way to the couch.

you loved joshua. he is the best husband you could ever ask for. he was always this sweet. when you guys first started dating he was embarrassed about how much he would do for you. he would go out of his way to see you even when he barely had the time. joshua loved you and he had no doubt that he was gonna spend the rest of his life with you. when he asked you to marry him you were shocked but relieved that he felt the same way about how strong your love is. you had nothing to worry about with him. now you’re feeling a little uneasy. what if he isn’t ready to have kids with you? he knows that you guys have unprotected sex all the time. but sometimes he just doesn’t want to pull out. it was bound to happen right? how do you go about tell him? before dinner? after dinner? tomorrow? you’re all over the place. you took the pregnancy test just a couple of days ago. but last night you took another just to be sure and as they all said you were pregnant.

you turn on your tv pulling you away from your thoughts for a moment putting on a rom com for you and joshua to watch when he is done cooking. you get lost in the movie as you wait for the food to be done. “my love dinner is served.” he says bringing over a steak dinner he prepared. “shua it smells so good. thank you so much.” you smile at him as he sits down with his food next to you. “of course honey you know i’d do anything for you.” he kisses your forehead again before both of you begin to eat. you finish your food rather fast causing joshua to laugh. “you really were hungry hm my love.” he smiles finishing up his food shortly after. you nod moving closer to him.

“what do you want to do now my love? want to watch another movie? want a massage? i can make love to you. the choice is yours.” you shake your head. “actually um..i need to tell you something.” he shifts to look at you. “oh really? whats up my love you look nervous.”

you don’t look back at him. trying to figure out how to tell him. “um well uh i went the store the other night right and i grabbed a few things.” he nods showing you that he is listening to you closely. “u-uh so well i got a few pregnancy tests just to have them. and i took the tests just because i wanted to see what it would say. um joshua i’m pregnant.” he doesn’t take his eyes off you. not know what to say right away. “are you serious? we’re gonna have a baby?” he says immediately holding your stomach looking at you so happily. you nod tearing up slightly. “we’re gonna be parents.” you smile now crying a little bit. “oh my god??? we’re gonna be parents. you’re gonna be a mom! im gonna be a dad??” he pulls you into a kiss. “i love you so much. i cannot believe this. im so happy y/n. i wouldn’t want to experience this with anyone else.” he rubs your stomach softly. “you are gonna be the most gorgeous mommy.” he kisses you and pulls you onto his lap. “i was so nervous to tell you all day. i was scared you were gonna leave me or something when i told you.”

he shakes his head “my love you know i would never leave you in a million years. you’re stuck with me forever.” he kisses you deeply rubbing your side slightly. you start to grind your hips down onto him moaning slightly. “is making love to me still on the table?” you ask smirking slightly. “of course honey whatever you want i will give to you.” he pulls you into another kiss. this one seeming more desperate and rough causing you to moan slightly into the kiss. “mm lets go up to the bedroom so i can do this properly.” he lifts you up and takes you to the room. he lays you down on the bed gently climbing over you. “i can’t wait to see you with your baby bump. you’re gorgeous now but i know im gonna fall even deeper in love with you.” he says causing you to tear up again. “j-jesus joshua you’re gonna make me cry.” he wipes the tear that escapes your eye and kisses you cheek. “don’t cry my love. i mean what i said. you are everything to me. let me show you how much you mean to me.”

he slowly takes off both of your clothing. he trails kisses down your body making you whimper quietly. “mm honey i want to hear you okay? don’t hide from me. you sound so beautiful.” he says before kissing around your neck and chest.

“let me finger you so i don’t hurt you m’kay?” slowly gliding his finger over your slit.

joshua wasn’t huge but he was not anything close to small. you will never get used to how big his dick in no matter how many times you guys have had sex.

he slowly inserts a finger into you moaning as he feels how wet you are. “my pretty pretty girl. you look so gorgeous like this. i wanna look at you forever.”

you moan as he slides another finger into you gently as he kisses your nose. “mm shua please more. it feels so g-good.” your eyes rolling to the back of your head. he complies sliding a third finger into you kissing up your body again. “yea my love? you gonna make a mess on my fingers? do it honey i want you to make a mess for me. can you do that pretty?” he smiles moving some of your hair out of your face. you nod as he curls his fingers deeper inside you. hitting the spot you need him at most over and over. “s-shua i’m gonna cum.” he nods “yea honey? cum for me. i want to taste all of it my love.” he pulls you into a kiss slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth. that brought you over the edge. you clench around his fingers pulling away from the kiss releasing a loud moan. “mm thats it pretty. fuck you’re doing so well.” you immediately cum after hearing those words. he continues to fuck his fingers into you having you ride out your high.

pulling his fingers out shortly after to pull them up to his mouth and suck on them licking them clean. “you taste so fucking good every time. i could eat your cum for every meal if you’d let me.” you laugh at him slightly. “mm i could do the same for you.” he smiles slighting rubbing his dick along your folds. “you ready my pretty girl?”

you nod quickly looking down at where he is rubbing you. seeing he immediately starts pushing in slowly. his head is thrown back and his head is already sweaty causing hair to stick to his forehead. “fuck you are so tight still my love.” he watches you face as your fucked out expression turns into a more fucked out expression. he pushes in all the way bottoming out not beginning to move yet so you can adjust. “you okay honey? you’re taking me so well. “ he doesn’t take his eyes off of you and where you two are connected. “i-i’m okay shua. you can move.” he smiles before pulling out and slowly pushing back in causing him to release a few grunts. “s-shit you’re always so tight. i’m sorry baby im gonna cum so quick.” you just moan as you feel him thrust deeper inside of you.

“you’re so wet my love im sliding right in.” he says with his mouth falling open as he watches how he fucks you. sex has filled the room. the sound of your wetness, skin slapping, your high pitched moans, and joshuas deep grunts. “s-shua harder please.” he doesn’t say another word grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head fucking you deeper and harder. “like this?” he says cursing under his breath again. “y-yes fuck! oh my god you’re so deep shua i cant.” he groans again leaving more kisses on your body.

“you’re taking me so well my love. pretty pussy, pretty girl, everything about you is so. fucking. pretty.” he punctuates the words with a harder thrust each time.

“i’m c-close shua!” he moves his other hand down to open your legs wider. “shit honey me too im gonna fill you up. you want that? want me to fuck another baby into you?” you nod dumbly not being able to respond at this point. “you gonna cum pretty? i feel you clenching around me. feels so fucking good.” he throws his head back again feeling you release your juices onto his dick. “fuck yes my love. cum on my dick. make a mess all for me.” his dick twitches at his own words as he cums deep inside you.

fucking into you slowly as he calms down from his high. he pulls out a little after watching as his cum mixed with yours flows onto the bed. “look at you my pretty mess. fuck honey. you did so well for me.” you nod at him and sit up slightly feeling more cum drip out of you. “let me get something to clean you up my love.” he gets up pulling on his shorts heading into the bathroom to grab a rag. he wets it with warm water before making his way back into your room cleaning you up gently.

“you okay honey?” you hum. “never been better.” he finishes cleaning you up and grabs you a new pair of clothes handing it to you. “here you go honey let me change the sheets then we can lay down.

—

you didn’t realize that you fell asleep after you guys got back into bed after cleaning up. you wake up to see your lovely husband laying next to you. talking on the phone to who you assume is to be soonyoung or seokmin. “yea shes sleeping right now when she wakes- oh shes awake one second.” h shifts to you. “im so sorry honey did i wake you up? you were sleeping so peacefully.” you shake your head and smile. “its okay shua don’t worry.” he nods before pulling his phone from his ear putting it on speaker.

“soonyoung she can hear you say hello.” he says looking at you. “hi y/n!! happy birthday i hope you liked the decorations.” you smiled “yes i loved it so much. thank you guys for helping shua do that for me it means a lot.”

“no problem at all y/n we love you more than we love joshua!” you laugh slightly as you see your husband roll your eyes. “oh soonyoung i can tell you our news now that shes awake i didn’t want to tell you without her.” he is all smiley now excited to tell him what is gonna be in the next chapter of your life. “okay tell me!! are you guys moving into a new house?? what hurry up!!!” soonyoung says causing you both to laugh. “you want to tell him honey?” he says grabbing a hold of your hand. “yea. well you’re about to be uncle soonyoungie!” the line is silent for a second and then there is a loud scream. “Y/N YOURE PREGNANT OH MY GOD.”

“yes we are having a baby.” you smile at joshua to see that he is already looking at you with so much love in his eyes. “that is amazing you guys. im so happy for you. we need to throw a baby shower! got to go i need to start planning this!” he hangs up making you and joshua laugh at him again. he pulls you into his arms. “i love you so much. can’t wait to see you be the best mom ever.” he kisses you deeply not letting go of you for the rest of the night.

[riswippiesx]

Toji with a reader who basically is Megumi friend. Like Megumi realized how much you two like each other so started to set stuff up for you two to get together. Reader is like a mother to Megumi (since I hc that his bio mom died when he was 2 or 3) and Toji is just loving reader for helping with Megumi. Headcanons please

Love & Care | Toji Fushiguro X Fem! Reader

Theme: Fluff

TW: a lil bit of cursing, ooc toji(????) maybe..as I didn't want to make him a brat here, age gap, reader is in her early 20s and Toji is in his 40s, not proof read[because I'm lazy asf]

Summary: headcanons for Toji X reader where reader is a friend of Megumi with motherly vibes.

Note: I am not really a Toji stan..okay?😭 I NEVER read any Toji fic in my life. Never. This was all so new for me. I tried to stick to the character as much as I could in the given scenario. Please don't mind :(💗

•You missed a very important class at your university and you needed a notes, immediately. Thus you ended up visiting your friend, Megumi, at his place, for the notes. Thus you met his dad, Toji Fushiguro. And what a sight! What a man! You couldn't look away.

•Toji just came back and you were leaving after taking your notes and BANG! You bumped into a person who felt like rock because of his well physic. You looked up, only to find your friends dad. You saw him on Megumi's phone but never in real life. "Kid, watch where you are going!", Toji groaned and looked down at you "also who are you?". "I-", you started to utter but Megumi finished it for you "My friend, dad, her name is Y/n." Toji did a little hum and gave you place to leave. You gave a nod with a little smile and left.

•You came back home, freshened up and decided to go through the notes but your mind refused to focus. All you could think how handsome that older man was. Your breath hitched and a weird feeling strated to grow in you.

•And all that grew harder with each passing day. You longed to see that man in person, once again. And your wish came true when your friend fell sick and took a few days off. You, being the responsible one, decided to help him with the notes.

•You went to your friends house. You finally met his dad again. You greeted him formally and he greeted you back. Your heart danced in joy. Then you went to Megumi's room and saw him laying down on his bed with an ice bag on top of his forehead. He looked really sick. You kept the notes on his desk and walked near him and sat on the chair beside the bed.

•Megumi was coughing and breathing heavily. The high fever was making him feel dizzy but he recognised you.

"You shouldn't... Have come..you will catch cold too..idiot..", he breathed out.

"Shh, don't talk much. Relax."

"Tsk"

Your friend was like that, refused to take help but you always loved to help him, you loved taking care of him.

You took the ice bag off as the ice was melted already. You saw a bowl of water and a piece of cloth in it on the bed side table. You kept the ice bag on the and damped the cloth and rinsed out the excess water. Then you put it on his forehead and ran your hand through his hairs, soothing him down. And it actually relaxed him. Your offered him some water when he coughed a lot. You were busy in taking care of your friend when Toji came and stood by the door, which you didn't notice. He observed how you took care of his son.

"You take care of him like a mother." His sudden voice made you startled and you looked back to find him standing there. He had a smile on his face and you felt like you could die then happily. "Oh..yeah..haha", an awkward and nervous laugh came out of your throat with a faint tint of red on your cheeks.

•And that whole thing made you and Toji interact more. Slowly a bond was forming between you two. Both of your scolded Megumi when he was going extra harsh on himself for studies and didn't take care of him. Megumi often rolled eyes at the strict scolding but he could feel something in the air. He was smart. He was quick to catch the real scenario when he found you chatting with your dad and laughing. He also noticed how conscious you got around his dad or by the mention of his name. The faint blush, little chuckles, small glances— he noticed it all.

•You were in love with his dad —Megumi easily understood that. If it was anyone else other than you, maybe he would be against it but you were different. You were calm and collected, a soft person, who didn't date many guys. Megumi trusted you, he knew you. Your happiness was also important to him. So he accepted it in his mind. He also noticed how his dad was finally interacting with a woman after his mom died. Megumi's life's biggest tragedy was that he lost his mother when he was barely two years old. He never felt the motherly care while growing up until he met you. His dad supported him a lot but you, you took care of his mood, well being and feelings. Though you were his friend but he found the comfort of a mother in your embrace. So he was all over pleased and wanted your relation to form properly with his dad.

•For you, it felt so wrong yet so right. You didn't plan to fall for your friends dad but some matters would always stay out of human control. So you had finally accepted it but didn't want to make a move from your side. On the other hand, Toji liked spending time with you. You were calm but not boring. He liked that. Also, he adored how you mothered his son. It made him chuckle with happiness. But the muted feelings in his heart was forcibly put down by himself. He refused to acknowledge any such weird feelings about his son's friend. So he just stayed in his limit as well. Megumi was honestly tired of seeing the lack of confronting ability. He wanted any of you two make a move. The way you both appreciated each other while talking with Megumi, he was surely confused why weren't you two making any move yet.

•The frustration was major. Megumi couldn't take it anymore decided to make move on you two's behalf. One day he called you to come over to his place while he went to Itadori's place, who was a mutual friend of you and Megumi. You agreed without knowing and came over to his place with some cookies you made, only to find his dad alone. You were confused, so was Toji. Both of you tried to contact megumi but he didn't pick up any call. You wanted to leave but Toji stopped you.

"You can stay untill he comes back, you know. I got no issues", he said with a chuckle. You hesitated but accepted soon. You sat with Toji and ate a few of the cookies you made.

"You made this?"

"Yeah.."

"Tastes good"

"Thank you, Fushiguro san"

"Hey you know, that fushiguro and all...so fucking formal. Call me Toji"

"But you're way older than me"

"Do I look like I care?", he laughed.

"Okay..Toji ...san?"

"Sounds better", both of you chuckled and chatted. It wad getting late but Megumi wasn't home till then. Toji suggested you to go back and he would talk to his son for his carelessness. You nodded and headed back. Though you didn't meet your friend that day, you felt somewhat happy. Spending all those time with Toji made you giggle in your mind.

•Such shits continued, as Megumi kept on setting you two up. Someday he sent his dad at your place to give you some important assignment files, giving the excuse of being "busy", someday he asked for your help to come over and stay a few hours at his place as he needed to go to the library, stating that his dad wasn't home. You agreed again and went to his place. He left, you were alone, using your phone, when the door knob moved. You thought he came back but it was Toji. Both of you were surprised at first but that day ended with chats and laughs as well. But Megumi heard a few words from his dad but his weird behavior later, and from you as well. But he didn't mind.

• Things continued. You two might confronted Megumi but all those 'accidental meet ups' were too good for both of you. So you two didn't care much and the bond grew stronger and you two came closer than before. Megumi was happy by the progress so far.

•One day, you hanged out with Megumi and his dad, as you were free that day(also his dad was there). Megumi excused himself for using the washroom near the park and you two waited for him. Then Megumi messaged you that he had a parcel coming by that day, so he had to go back to recive it but he would join you two soon after. You sighed and told Toji about that.

"My son is getting sneaky", he sighed and you two sat on the bench.

"Sure he is.", you chuckled and Toji looked at you.

"I would be concerned about it if he didn't have a friend like you. You take care of him like a mother.", he gave you a sounded laugh, making you blush a little. "Thanks a lot for being such a great friend to my son. I trust you enough that I know he won't do anything wrong as long as you stay with him.", he smiled.

"My pleasure. He is a good guy. He just..doesn't know how to talk about his needs. I somehow manage to read his face. And thus I try my best to take care of him. After all, he is my most important friend."

"You like my son?"

"As a friend, yes"

"Of course", he laughed "do you like his dad?"

His one question made you nervous. Did he find out? No way. You didn't know what to reply. Panic was clear on your face. Toji quickly fixed his words.

"I mean..do you think I am a good dad? Am I good enough?" You sighed and smiled in relaxation.

"Of course. You're doing great as a dad. Maybe you don't know but he once said that he feels grateful to have you around. He also acknowledge your hard work as a single father. You're more than just good."

"Really? Wow", he smiled to himself, feeling good about himself after so many days, or years.

•Things didn't actually go to that level where you could admit your feelings for Toji but you loved him, loved being around him. Megumi's set ups made you two more than just friends. Both of you knew that very well but didn't have the courage to tell each other.

•Megumi stopped setting you two up after a few months as he was tired. Also he wanted you two long for each other.

After a few weeks, when you were longing for Toji, trying hard to find a reason to meet up, you asked Megumi if you two should hang out and proposed to bring his dad too, Megumi decided to confront you.

"Y/n"

"Yes?"

"Do you like my dad?"

Your lips were sealed, not a single sound came out of your throat. How the hell did Megumi find out and how was he so exact? Was your facial expressions were so certain and prominent? Yoy had to lie. You coughed and gave him a dry laugh.

"Are you crazy Gumi? That's your dad..how can i-"

"Stop lying. You think I am a kid?"

"No but-"

"Why do you think all those accidental meet ups happen so frequently? Because I tried to set you two up"

"Wha-"

"But again you two couldn't even say a word about your feelings. If you like each other why don't you confess?"

"I don't like your da-"

"You do."

You stayed quiet, feeling exposed. Then you gradually asked:

"Are you..mad at me for falling for ...your dad? I'm so sorry please.."

"Are you really that dumb Y/n? I told you I set you two up. You think I would do all that if I was mad?"

"..."

"You are going to confess. I'll go out today with my dad. We will hang out, i'll bring my dad. I'll excuse myself. You will talk your heart out today!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Why not?"

"Your dad won't like me back. The hell are you saying?!"

"He does. I am telling you."

"Wait really?"

"Confess and see for yourself."

"But-"

"No buts!"

"Ugh-"

"You will confess or i'll set him up with another woman"

"What the hell bro?"

"I said what I said"

"Goddamn! Fine!"

"Good"

•You came back home. Your face was flushed. You were feeling nervous and excited at the same time. Megumi accepted you, even said his dad liked you back. You definitely needed to make a move the. Moreover, the way your buddy threatened you. You had to. You would definitely confess to Toji that evening! Yes! You could do it!!

Let's hope for the best, then :D

Part two with better details?👀

Thank you for reading. A big thanks to @//aliorailrow for requesting this<3 I hope it was okay as per your request?! Tried my best..hehe

Requests are open <3

♡Reblogs and comments are always appreciated♡

[vinnyhongnsfwgurl]

1st Vinny Hong FanFic? I literally have no idea what this should be LOL

Hello all Windbreaker fans and Vinny Hong lovers. This is my first Vinny Hong x female reader fanfic. I hope you enjoy and comments/feedback is always welcome! Thanks :3

So, I didn't realize what kind of fanfic this would be after I finished writing it LMAO. Complete despair and heartbreak hahaha. I just chose to write and not think to hard. tbh I'm pretty happy with it. Let me know what you think :) .... also I did not proof read haha I am lazy.

I think I'll do a part 2 to this one!

"y/n? ...... y/n?"

"Y/N?!"

You're head snaps up to look at your mother sitting in the hospital bed next to you. She looked at you slightly worried.

She tilted her head as she asked "Are you okay? I called your name multiple times."

You sat up straighter in your chair and nodded. "Yes. Sorry. I, uh, just got lost in my thoughts for a moment." A lot had happened in the past couple of weeks. My mother got very sick and ended up in the hospital for a second time, nearly dying due to a brain aneurysm. It had put a lot of stress on every part of our lives, mostly financially. We weren't poor, but we certainly did not have the luxury to not work and stay in the hospital for extended periods.

I had thought about picking up extra hours at my part-time job, but I knew it wouldn't help much and I knew my studies would suffer. I was already struggling to keep my grades up. Besides my part-time job, I had to train for the upcoming final race of League of Streets. I was a part of Hummingbird and it was amazing but like my personal life, it was a mess. So much had happened with our team.

The most recent event was Vinny leaving our team deciding to ride with the Ghost crew. He started doing small races for money, which were broadcasted online. I had seen a few. Everyone was confused and upset including me. The whole reason we created Hummingbird was to compete in LOS and win the price money for Vinny's mother but I guess he had different plans in mind.

"It'll be okay honey" my mom said as she reached for my hand. I let let her hold my hand. It was warm and reassuring.

I smiled. "I know mom. I'm glad you're alright .... I was really scared actually." I could feel the pressure behind my eyes build up.

My mom started tearing up. "I know. I know y/n. but it's okay, I'm okay." She squeezed my hand.

I just nodded. "yeah."

After a few minutes and making sure my mother didn't need anything, I hugged her goodbye and started making my way out of the hospital. I took a seat on a bench that was stationed right next to the entrance of hospital. I had taken a bus here and planned on taking it to get back home. It only took me ten minutes to get to the bus stop, so I had a bit of time before I had to leave. I was really tired and too stressed. I found myself looking for more quiet moments out of my day.

I looked out toward the street across from the hospital. It was already dark out, but there was quite a bit of traffic. Honking interrupted the empty, docile night every now and than.

I heard footsteps come around the corner that ended abruptly once they caught up to the bench I was sitting at. As I turned my head to see what or who it was, I hear a familiar voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Vinny. It was all I thought as my eyes met his. His red eye seemed strikingly brighter than it usually was. Maybe it's just because I hadn't seen him in awhile.

"Oh. I was visiting my mom. She recently had surgery." I explained. ".... Are you hear to see your mom?" I asked.

He was quiet for a second before answering my question. "Yeah, she's staying here."

"MMm that's good. Glad to hear she is getting treatment" I said.

"What about your mom? Is she okay?"

"oh yeah! The surgery went well, so everything is good." I gave a sheepish thumbs up. I always became painfully aware of how awkward I felt when interacting with Vinny. I was a fairly shy person and it didn't help how handsome I thought he was. It took time in the beginning for us to get along and establish a relationship. It wasn't hard for me to figure out soon after that I was falling in love with him.

There was a lot I learned about him after Hummingbird was formed and the more I learned the more I desired to be near him. He was hot headed and pretty reserved, but it never really bothered me. I always went out of my way to greet him at practice and I chat with him when I could. I never cared if it was just small talk.

He just stared at me for a moment before saying "Good to hear that."

I knew what what was coming next, or what wasn't. This would be the end of our conversation. I didn't want it to be.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"I'm fine." He said plainly.

"And Jack?" following it up with a smile.

"He's fine too."

Man of few words I thought. I was used to it but I always wondered what actually behind those words: I'm fine.

"Are you really doing fine? I know I'm probably not the first person you think of when you want to talk to someone, but you're my friend. I'm here for you." I blurted out without much thinking.

When I had mentioned how confusing and upset I was when he left our crew, it was an understatement. I was sad and hurt. I also felt so helpless. He left us all behind and had no desire to return.

I looked down at the backpack I held in my arms. There was so much I wanted to say, but none of it seemed enough.

"I'm sorry for everything that's happened. I know you're having a hard time. I wish you hadn't had to leave the team."

"I don't know why you're apologizing, y/n. You don't need to." He replied.

Vinny walked up closer to me until he stood just a few inches from my feet. I looked up and he gaze had softened just a bit.

"You don't need to worry about me. Just focus on yourself. You have a lot going on."

"Yeah."

There was a moment of silence as Vinny and I held each other's gaze.

Then Vinny turned to leave. "I'll see you later y/n."

Before he took another step, I reached for his hand. It was a light grasp, just enough to stop him.

"Come back to Hummingbird ..... at least, at some point. We'll wait for you. It's nothing without you"

Vinny just stared at me before pulling his hand away from my mine.

"Y/n."

"It doesn't matter if it's not tomorrow, or the next day, or weeks from now! J-just come back. Please." I could feel a increase in my heart rate and the pressure behind my eyes building up again.

Vinny sighed and turned away from me.

"There's no reason for me to come back." He said sternly. "There's nothing you or the others can offer me." He continued has he started walking away.

Something warm slid down the right side of me cheek. I blinked and more came out. I was crying.

I just stood there as I continued to watch him walk away. My crying only worsened and I could feel a lump form in my throat.

I can't give up on you Vinny I thought as I recollected the memories of us together and how much our relationship progressed.

I just can't Vinny. I won't. I love you.

After he was well out of my sight, I finally left for the bus station. I cried the entire way.

For once, I wished it wasn't so quiet out.

[mydeareid]

Until I found you ✦ Chapter 1

Spencer Reid x female!reader

summary: you became best friends when both of you needed it the most. life circumstances separeted you, but once again, destiny reunites you.

genre: fluff, angst, comfort.

word count: 1698

warnings: NOT TOTALLY PROOF READ. at the very beginning the characters are underage. besides that, i think there aren’t other warnings. please let me know if i'm missing one :)

note: hi! i'm @evanpetersmybf but different haha. i've been wanting to write for my spence and i finally had the chance to. i love him. i'm trying my best to keep him on character! also, sorry if there are any mistakes, english isn't my first language. i hope you enjoy it!

1998.

A tiny spark of sunshine peeked through the clouds. It was winter, and even though the sun was out, the air was cold as expected. Every exhale left a white trail dissolving in the icy breeze. Because of this, the park didn’t have many visitors, only some couples, a few families, and Spencer.

He loved the weather and the atmosphere. The peace of the calm environment felt comforting. Being surrounded by nature was simply beautiful; the way the leaves swayed, the sensation of the wind hitting his face and reddening his nose, the feeling of having a moment for himself was wonderful. His hands were shoved in his pants pockets as he walked down the pavement. The boy was probably freezing, but he didn’t care—it was such a nice day and he wanted to spend some time alone.

He clearly needed a break. For a long time, he had been taking care of his mother. He deeply loved her, without question. Much of what he knew, he owed to her, but being her caregiver from a young age had taken its toll, more than he would like to admit.

After walking for about ten minutes, he sat on a wooden bench in front of a frozen lake. Just when he was about to relax, someone took a seat next to him.

“Such a pretty noon, right?”

Spencer was startled by the way you broke the ice. He never expected that someone would sit right next to him out of nowhere, especially a complete stranger. He pressed her lips together and looked around. Perhaps you were talking to someone else, although when he saw no one nearby, his eyes landed on you. Torn between deciding whether to respond or not, he finally muttered a reply.

“Sure. it’s mesmerizing”.

Seconds passed as you pulled out a small notebook and a pencil. You began sketching the landscape while you hummed a song: Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson.

The man’s face showed an expression of doubt and curiosity. Why did you seem so comfortable sitting with a random person?

“I’m not trying to be rude, but do I know you?” As he spoke those words, his fingers were fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater. He was nervous. What if you were a bully? Or even worse, a thief?

“Nope, we don’t know each other. But you seemed cool… And this is the best view of the lake. I needed it for my drawing”. You put down the pencil and faced Reid, giving him the sweetest grin you could. “Don’t worry, I’m almost done. And I’m sorry if I made ya’ uncomfortable”.

Spencer shook his head and his lips formed a small yet sincere smile. “It’s okay”.

Later, when you finished your art, you turned the page and sighed. “Can I draw you?”

Once again, he was flabbergasted by something related to you. It was weird for him to experience kindness or attention like this. After years of bullying, he wasn’t used to spending time with people his age. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. Eventually, he nodded.

You wasted no time and soon you made an accurate Spencer’s portrait. When you were done, you handed it to him. “I’m Y/N, by the way. Nice to meet you! You’re a great model”.

Reluctantly, Spencer took the paper with his slender fingers, his eyes fixed on the precious gift. He couldn’t believe someone had been friendly towards him. Usually, people mocked him for his appearance, his lack of social skills, and other quirks he had.

“Did you know paper was created in ancient China in 105 A.C.?” He was going to continue rambling, but quickly stopped, raising his hand as if to halt himself. “I… I’m sorry, sometimes I ramble. I’m Spencer. Thank you… For the drawing. It’s amazing”.

“Why are you apologizing? It’s always great to learn something new!”

The way you sounded so cheerful, so gentile, warmed his heart. People usually rolled their eyes and asked him to stop when he rambled, but you didn’t. This was new. So new that he didn’t even know how to react.

Nevertheless, you kept talking, and he kept listening, replying when you asked and when he had anything to say, and including some curious facts when he had the chance. Hours went by and you shared more about each other. You discovered that you were both seventeen, that he loved classical music and soap operas, that he graduated high school at twelve, and that he adored Doctor Who, Star Wars, and Star Trek. And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship—a bond neither of you expected but both desperately needed.

To Spencer, you were an angel, an oasis in the desert, a warm blanket in winter and a refreshing lemonade in summer. He knew that he could count on you and made sure you knew you could count on him as well.

1999.

After four months of knowing each other, sometimes, he went to your place when he felt more lonely than usual; when it happened, he’d spend the night at your house as if it were a sleepover, or at least that’s how you used to call it.

Your sleepovers consisted of listening to music: The Beatles, Michael Jackson, ABBA, Queen, The Cardigans, Bonnie Tyler, Kate Bush, The Police, among others. It also included reading a book or tackling school topics you struggled with—Spencer was your human encyclopedia.

During one of those spring nights, you and Spencer were on the sofa watching Sabrina the Teenage Witch, your pick for the evening.

“Oww, Salem is so cute. I wish I had a cat”. You said wistfully.

“Did you know that if a cat owner were to die at home and the body remained undiscovered, the cat could begin to eat the owner’s remains within a few days? Studies suggest that this behavior isn’t due to malice but rather survival instincts kicking in once the food supply runs out. It’s fascinating—” Spencer blurted out in his usual rapid speech, but stopped info dumping when he saw your jaw drop and the look of shock on your face.

“I didn’t know that. Now I don’t want cats, thank you very much”. You replied, half-laughing, half-horrified.

The genius smirked and let out a small laugh. It was fun to tease you that way—it was common for him to say unsettling facts about random stuff to annoy you.

Afterward, you decided it was time for your regular music ritual. Your playlist included songs like: Boys Don’t Cry, Cheri Cheri Lady, Take on Me, Running Up That Hill, Lovefool, Creep, Forever Young, and so on.

“Why are we friends, Y/N? People normally dislike me… Why not you? I’m strange, I’m a weirdo. I don’t understand”. Spencer mumbled while Fade Into You by Mazzy Star played softly in the background. He was anxious to hear your answer. Deep down, he theorized you felt pity for him and that was the unique reason why you accepted him in your life.

“You’re special, Spence. You’re charming and lovely. It’s rare to know people like you, y’know? So smart and with so much to offer. And why would you say you’re strange? You’re Spencer Reid. You’re you. You’re an amazing person. And if being ‘strange’ is part of that, then I like it. I like you just the way you are. And you should like yourself too, Einstein”. You smiled and grabbed his left hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Sometimes I wish you could see yourself the way I do. I hate it when you talk poorly about yourself”.

You didn’t need to look at him to know he was blushing furiously. His brain stopped working when he listened to your enchanting reply. You were the friend he was waiting for since the day he was born. And he wasn’t planning to let you go.

When you finally got tired and sleepy, you drifted off on Spencer’s shoulder and he did the same, resting his head on yours. The music kept playing, and by the time you were peacefully asleep, Every Breath You Take was filling the room.

The scene was endearing; Spencer and you looked adorable and cozy like that, and that’s why your mother decided to take a Polaroid of both of you and made sure to hide it, so you’d never know the existence of that picture.

Months went on. The dynamic between both of you remained the same.

You were there for him when he decided to place Diana, his mom, in a mental institution. That was one of the hardest choices Spencer ever made. He would often feel guilty, that’s why he started to send her letters everyday, and also because he couldn’t visit her frequently. As a result, the now eighteen-year-old began to spend entire days at your home. He even spent the next Christmases and New Years with you and your family, until he turned twenty-one and he moved to Washington.

For a year, you stayed in touch via phone calls and letters, until one day he stopped writing to you and stopped taking your calls.

2003.

The last thing you knew about him is that he was admitted into the FBI as a profiler, and since then, he completely vanished from your life.

His sudden ghosting hurt you like a hundred stabs would. You persisted in trying to reach him, but after countless failed attempts, you gave up. Years ago, you both swore you were soulmates, that nothing would separate you. Now, it seemed like an empty promise.

Spencer’s reasons for disappearing were unclear to you, and at some point, you stopped wanting to know. In reality, he had done it to protect you. He was conscious of the dangers of his new job and didn’t want to risk your safety nor make you worry about him. He knew you very well and knew you would always be concerned about his well-being. He didn’t want to be a burden. Maybe he didn’t make the best decision, but if he had spoken to you one more time, he would’ve never been able to let you go.

[simping4-2manyppl]

Hello, how r u? I had this request, and I was wondering if you could write it please? It's abt Bill (maybe during 2008) who goes to yn's concert with the rest of the band (yn is Bill's n°1 celebrity crush) and they meet for the first time after the concert during an after party and it's just really cute, yn and Bill are shy and obviously like each other etc plus paparazzis took pictures of the two talking with each other... Have a nice day

Bill Kaulitz 🎤

Crush

Hii im goodd tysm for asking!! Id love to do this request its been sitting here for a while but i finally got the motivation to finish this! hope you enjoy it, sorry for the wait xx

Bill x reader

Not proof read!!!!

Bill had been a big fan of yours for quite some time, so when he found out you were going on tour he was so excited, he made sure to get his assistant to buy some tickets right away!

Once bill was there with the rest of the band he was amazed by hearing you sing live, but he enjoyed his time along with the others, bill had gotten them to like your music aswell!

After you had gotten off the stage you had learned that tokio hotel had attended your concert, you had known about them from them being all over tabloids, as they were currently doing really good in the music world.

You smiled at this info and had been rushed to get ready for your after party that a lot of people were gonna be at.

You had made sure to pick out an outfit beforehand so you got dressed and got your makeup redone by the awesome makeup artists you had, you thanked them and went out backstage with your bodyguards getting into the car and making your way to the after party.

Once you got there you greeted everybody, waving and making small talk until you approached another guest, bill kaulitz.

You were quite nervous but excited to meet him, you had heard some of their songs which you loved.

“Hi..” you said putting your hand out for him to shake, a blush creeping over your face. “Hello..” he said, also blushing but shaking your hand.

You felt as if time was going by really slow as you both stood there, hands still connected but both looking down too shy to say anything.

You felt a small spark once you connected hands, butterflies immediately rumbling in your stomach as you realized your hands were still together.

You pulled away softly, “sorry about that!..” you said nervously, “o-oh! No dont worry about it! Its okay..” he said as you both still stood close, faces extremely red.

It wasnt anything to get flustered over since you had just greeted about a million people before him but you had just shut down completely, and in a good way.

You decided to shake off the shyness you felt and invited him over to sit down, also offering him a drink.

He accepted and you quickly got two drinks for the both of you, sitting down on the couch and handing his drink over to him.

You took a small sip, trying to figure out what to say, but you were taken out of your thoughts when he spoke up.

“You did really good today! At your concert i mean, haha.. Anyway, i also really liked your outfits. Everything was great i can see why you’re becoming famous very fast!” He said with a smile, taking a sip of his drink.

You blushed and smiled back, “thank you! Ive seen you perform aswell, not live but from what ive seen you and your band are great! I love how you really go off and do your best in every show! I know its tiring but you really do amazing.” You said rambling, the pink tint on your cheeks becoming more visible.

He chuckled and mumbled a thank you, the both of you finally warming up to eachother and talking more, it really felt like it was only you two there but unfortunately you hadnt noticed the paparazzi taking pictures from the window behind the couch you both were sat in.

Too focused on conversation, that you didnt even noticed bills band members show up infront of you.

You had quickly greeted them, blushing as you felt embarrassed that you hadnt noticed anyone standing there, possibly listening to your conversation with bill.

Although you got lucky because they eventually left to some other part of the party and you stayed talking all night long with bill, too engrossed in the conversation and by the way he would tell you stories with such detail that you didnt even realize your phone buzzing constantly from messages and random people tagging you in the new pictures of you and bill.

After you spent all night talking you had accidentally fallen asleep on the couch, your head layed on bills shoulder as you rubbed your eyes at the sunlight, finally waking up.

You had grabbed your cellphone to check the time but had seen your phone blown up with the thousands of messages instead.

You rubbed your eyes as you got up looking at the pictures you had been tagged in shocked.

The paparazzi had released the pictures of you and bill talking, some were just of you and him laughing and smiling or just being too close to eachother.

You groaned, annoyed that the media had taken something so innocent into something it wasnt, but thats what they did best right?

Bill had woken up, putting his hand on your shoulder, “are you okay?..” he said with a raspy voice, as he had just woken up.

You frowned and showed him your phone, handing it to him. “Sorry they had to ruin this, all we did was talk, they’re saying crazy things.” You said rolling your eyes.

He chuckled, handing the phone back to you, “doesnt matter, i enjoyed last night. Getting to know you was the best part of my day.” He said smiling, “and if they like to assume things well.. maybe we should make what they say true.” He said smirking, grabbing your chin.

Your breath hitched as you felt nervous, the butterflies in your stomach suddenly returning. He had leaned closer in to you and placed his lips onto yours.

Your worries had all gone away as you closed your eyes kissing him back. Your lips moving in sync as he suddenly placed his hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.

You broke apart, taking in breaths of air completely flustered, as he swiped your lip giving you a smile, his cheeks also red.

You both chuckled as you placed another kiss on his lips, smiling.

What a great After Party.

[automaticllamacycle]

May Jesus forgive me for what I’m about to say.

Making matty jealous at an industry party until he spanks you and fucks you so hard afterwards

I am going to be combining this ask with this one that I got because they will fit will together hehe : literally matty just fucking you RELENTLESSLY like that man is not stopping until your actually crying like tears are flowing down your face

Disclaimers: reader is quite drunk during the sex, but I'm acting like this is in the dom/sub au I (kinda) have going on so they are in a very committed relationship and have discussed situations like this before! Anyways now onto the horny thoughts (even though im writing this more like a traditional fic)

this ended up being like 1.5k words. It is now 2am so it is NOT proof read, like not even a once over I am SLEEPY

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industry parties are the worst. You despise them. Its all the same every time. You would show up with Matty, have a few drinks of alcohol, and hang by Matty's side while he talked with people from the label. It got old really fast in all honesty.

Tonight you just wanted his attention more than anything, and you are determined to have it by the end of the night. You arrive to the party on his arm and the same old pattern begins as he's dragged away by Jamie to go talk to someone. Without Matty at your side, you excuse yourself to the open bar. One drink turns into two, which turns into three before you even realize it.

You planned this out beforehand. You thought to yourself, maybe if you got a bit drunk and needy, you could convince Matty to take you home early. After drink number three you walk over to Matty, and lean to whisper in his ear. "Baby, can we go home? I'm tired of this."

Matty can tell you're a bit tipsy from your mumbled speech. "Sweetheart, this stuff is important I can't just leave because you want to leave."

"But Matty-" you start, putting on pleading doe eyes. He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"I said no. Now, go on, it shouldn't be too much longer, anyway. You can be patient."

So, you found yourself back at the bar, with another drink. You've had too much, but you don't really care. Too pissed at Matty to really give a shit.

After another hour passes you stumble back over to Matty. The liquid courage must be working because you don't even care about the fact he's talking to people. You nearly crash into his side when you reach him. "Matty! Can we go now?" He shoots you a glare instantly before turning back towards the two men he was speaking with.

"Sorry guys, this is my girlfriend Y/N. Please, continue on with what you were saying!" Matty's hand is around your waist in a bruising grip. His lips quickly come up to your ear to speak in a dark tone. "Behave."

You do behave... for a total of five minutes, then you get needy again. You start small, leaning into his side and placing your arm on his chest. The alcohol dulls your rational thinking enough that you have no shame in your next actions, reaching up to kiss him on the neck. Matty laughs off the kiss, not so much as turning his gaze to you, continuing to listen to the men speaking to him. His grip on your waist tightens. He's starting to get mad.

You don't stop. Your hand paws at his chest while you balance on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. "Please, sir. I need you-"

Matty steps away fast, not letting you connect your lips to his neck again. "Haha- sorry lads I think it's time I take her back home. Jamie is right over there and would be happy to answer any other questions you two might have." And with that Matty's hand firmly grips your wrist and pulls your behind him, out the door, and to his car.

Once your on the road, he finally speaks after giving you the silent treatment. "What the fuck was that? Were you trying to embarrass me? You know it's important that I talk to people like that at these things."

"I'm sorry- I just wanted your attention."

"And you thought the best way to do that was to beg me to fuck you in front of those guys?"

"I whispered it!"

"Whispered? You call that a whisper? I'm almost certain they heard you. How much have you had to drink tonight."

"Uhm... I lost count."

"No shit."

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence. When you arrive at his place, he doesn't even go around to open your car door, instead heading straight to the front door of his house. Once your both inside, he sits down on the couch. He's angry. Really fucking angry.

"Bend over my knee. Right now." You don't dare disobey him. That would only increase your punishment. You lean your body over his legs, giving him access to your ass. Matty flips up your dress to reveal your lace underwear that is already soaked through.

"I'm sorry sir- I- I promise I didn't mean to embarrass you. Just wanted you so bad." You flinch when his hand strikes your ass.

"Fucking slut. Just because you didn't mean to doesn't mean you avoid getting punished." You gasp as his hand comes down again, just as hard as the first strike. "Besides." His hand spanks you again. "You knew what you were doing when you decided to order all those drinks didn't you?" His hand hits you again, showing no mercy. "Needed some courage before you could be such a whore in public, huh?"

"Yes- yes sir- I knew what I was doing. I'm sorry." Matty's satisfied with your answer, but that doesn't stop the onslaught of his hands. You'll be bruised for at least a week. He wants you to remember this every time you sit down. He wants you to remember and learn from the punishment.

By the end of it, you're sobbing. The strikes were becoming too much, and you needed him to touch you. "Matty- p-please I- I need you, please."

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir. I'll never do it again. I promise." you say through choked sobs. Without warning Matty carries you to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed before he starts taking off his clothes. He's hard through his boxers, which are soaked with precum. You follow suit and take off your dress, wincing as you take the lace of your underwear off of your ass.

Matty's on top of you the next second, his cock at the entrance of where you need him most. "You know, I shouldn't even give you my cock. Only good girls deserved to get fucked."

"No! no no no! Please. I need you, I need you so bad." Tears flow down your cheeks.

Matty enters you suddenly, filling you to the hilt. He gives you no time to adjust to his size as he begins pounding into you. "Fine. I'll give you my cock." He groans out. "But I'm going at my fucking pace and you're going to take it."

His hips move rapidly, thrusting into you hard. All you can do is wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into his back. The moans that leave your mouth are desperate. Your cries fill the room, along with the sounds of skin meeting skin. Matty's pace is near animalistic.

Matty flips your over so you're on your stomach. You don't have the strength to hold yourself up, completely pliant on the bed. "Poor thing can't hold herself up? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?" he groans, continuing his fierce pace. The new position allows him to go even deeper into your cunt. It's all becoming too much.

"Matty-" you cry. "It's too much- I can't"

"Take it. Be my good girl and take my cock. You were fucking made for me." One of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling your up so your back is up against his chest. He uses his other hand to hold onto the headboard of the bed, steadying himself so he can thrust into you even faster.

"Matty- shit I can feel you in my stomach- fuck-" At your words, his hand shifts lower on your waist, pressing over where his cock bulges in your stomach.

"Yeah? You feel that?" He presses down harder, making a whine leave your throat. "Only I can do this to you. Your cunt is made for my cock." You moan out in agreement, drawing closer and closer to orgasm, and Matty is getting close too. "You gonna come for me? Gonna milk my cock?"

"Yes- yes sir- please."

"Go on then come for me." When he speeds up the pace of his hips, you're a goner, falling into the waves of an orgasm. The pleasure overwhelms you, pulsing through your veins. You cry out his name over and over again as he fucks you though it.

Matty is not far behind. It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums inside of you, filling you up deep inside. As soon as he's finished, he practically collapses on top of you. He takes the time to trail kisses on the back of your neck as you catch your breath and come back down to earth.

"You did good for me, baby. Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's my girl. Let me take care of you now."

[thefandomenchantress]

I NEED TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR ACE WRITING HEADCANON RIGHT. NOW.

Oh okay! Well, I already made my original crack theory in this post. In it, I assumed that Ace would live for a while longer, and since Ace can't really have a happy ending as a jockey, I thought maybe they'd set it up for him to have another interest he could pursue, that being writing. I came to that conclusion by using the fact that Ace had a good vocabulary, for seemingly no reason (now that I think about it, I don't think we ever got an explanation or purpose for it outside of a joke). Authors are one of few professions I could think of where a large vocabulary would be especially helpful. And I figured the only reason he wouldn't tell anyone about a talent like that is if he wrote something he thought was embarrassing, like romance. And so, my crack theory that Ace was an aspiring romance author was born (as well as him reading romance novels haha). But yeah, if you want the full theory go check that one out.

While Ace obviously can't have an arc where he pursues his love of writing anymore, I still think the fact that the creator chose for Ace to be the one to make that carousel comment is interesting. After all, him misspelling responsible in his note to Arei would imply he wouldn't have an interest in language, but maybe he's just really bad at spelling and spellcheck is his lord and savior while writing (relatable honestly). Anyways, I think that if anyone, including me, wants to use it as proof he'd be good at English-y things like writing, they can!

I actually made a few different versions of this theory. One fun version I never posted about was a version where instead of being the Ultimate Jockey who happens to like writing, he had two Ultimate talents, the other being the Ultimate Romance Author. But that one was so unrealistic I knew I would never be able to call it an even slightly plausible theory, so I haven't really told the masses about it until now. It felt so self-indulgent that I thought people would think it was cringy. But now I've overcome that, and I will freely write about my stupid ideas haha. Though I'd call this less of a theory and more of an AU.

The AU's backstory would be something like this: So, Ace is writing a book, and (unlike me) actually manages to finish it. He's planning to never share it with anyone ever, but his older sister sees him writing and really wants to read it. After she wore him down for a week or so, he relents and lets her read it, warning her it's very bad and that she will be scarred for life. However, she actually really likes it, and suggests Ace should see if he could get it published for real. She knows that Ace hates jockeying, and she wants to encourage him to pursue his other interests. Ace is, once again, very unsure and doesn't really know if he wants to share it with anyone else, but she manages to convince him.

After they found a company willing to publish it, they did all the book-publishing things like editing and making the final draft and such. And finally, his book was published. However, Ace is very against using his real name and insists on using a fake one. So he picks a generic female name he knows no one will ever think to connect to him as a pseudonym. The book is published, and after a slow start, his sister checks on how the book is doing and realizes it made it to being the #1 best-seller, and her and Ace freak out about it. She's freaking out because she's happy for Ace and his success, meanwhile Ace is freaking out because he's terrified that if it gets too popular people will try to track down the author and realize he wrote it.

Luckily, that never happens, but his book was such an amazing success that the publishing company says they'd be happy to publish another one of his books. Ace figures that he would make a lot of money, and he does like writing, so he tries writing another one. This one is also a success, and so the process repeated until he became a very well-renowned author by complete accident.

Since he's being hailed as one of the best authors of his generation and the 'about the author' section of his book claimed he was within the age range of their program, Hope's Peak thought he would be perfect for their Ultimate Romance Author title. So, they did what Hope's Peak always does: Get what they want through extremely sketchy means. And so, through their mysterious means, they gather information and realize Ace is the author they're looking for. While they were already planning to give him the Ultimate Jockey title, they don't want to let go of the opportunity of being able to claim one of the most successful authors in the current age is attending their school, and give him the Ultimate Romance Author title as well.

Ace could maybe deal with telling people about that title if it was just the Ultimate Author, since he could simply refuse to mention what he wrote and let others think that him having two titles was really awesome and cool and badass. However, Hope's Peak specifying that he was a romance author ensured he would never tell anyone, because they'd totally laugh and tell everyone else in the world and he'd be a joke forever (at least in his mind). Plus, he doesn't want to risk the public figuring out his real name, he hates the idea of being famous, it stresses him out (and he likes feeling mysterious, people talking about him like he's this other-worldly enigma makes him feel cool haha). Hope's Peak appreciates (and perhaps intended) that he won't tell anyone he has two talents, because they don't want to deal with the backlash from other Ultimates who think they deserve two as well. It'd get complicated fast.

And so, Ace was doomed to try (and fail) to act totally chill and casual whenever a classmate mentions "that author" who was supposed to be at the school this year and wonder where/who she is or discuss her books. Luckily, only Whit seemed to notice and he just assumed Ace must secretly like her books or something and teased him about it.

...That wasn't meant to get so long, but that idea has been brewing in my head with nowhere to go for a while, haha.

Anyways, like I said, Ace can't have an arc about liking writing or anything anymore, but I still headcanon him as liking it. He likes writing romance because writing is supposed to be an activity that distracts him from stress, and anything too action-packed or super dark wouldn't achieve that. So instead, it's cute little stories where his characters always have a happy ending and end up together, despite everything.

To him, jockeying always felt like something he did out of obligation and was only good at because of luck or pure determination rather than actually building up skill over time. And of course, it really stressed him out. He likes writing because he chose to do it, and he chooses to keep doing it and improve over time. He didn't just start doing it one day and found it really easy, he had to keep working on it. It feels like it's his, and no one else can take it from him. People can control him all they want, but no one can control this one thing, this one hobby, and what he does with it. He controls what happens in the story, he controls how much writing he feels like he wants to do each day, and he controls if he would ever want to take it more seriously as a career option. And he really likes that about it.

(I also think it's funny to imagine he writes fanfiction, too, he'd totally be one of those authors who writes author's notes like: "Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I fell off a horse and broke my leg :/").

...And that's pretty much it, I guess. I really like this headcanon, if you couldn't tell, haha. Thanks for asking about it! :D

[stabbysticks]

2024 in review

I'm looking at my WIPs and while it would be wild crazy an interesting challenge to finish my WIPs before the year's end, I hink I'm going to be honest with myself and agree it's unlikely to happen. (Three of the "six" active WIPs I have are collection-y small pieces projects, one is left open in case I ever want to knit a frog again, one would probably be over quickly the moment I sit down to decide to get it done, and the final I want to jump in at my best so I can give it my best...)

So I'm reflecting on my finished projects (already!). I did a ranking system and worked out what my favorites of the year were. Putting it under a read more since it gets pretty chonky.

The following are my top 3 (or 7 if your'e my partner):

1st - Moss on the Rock Cowl 2nd - Strawberry Alaska Hat / Chevron Stripey Cowl / Woodland Hat / Mintea Tank 3rd - Rye Tie / Shrimp Party

Some thoughts on the top 7:

Self dyed projects definitely got a boost in my feelings towards them from pride. (I don't reach for moss on the rock more than the stripey chevron cowl, but the moss on the rock was self-drafted and more successful of a dyeing experiment than the self-striping ended up so it won out in the end).

My feelings towards projects were definitely impacted by my feelings of and from the recipients of them. Shrimp party was a huge hit for the loved ones that received them and ended up gaining rank from the warm fuzzies of knowing I made positive impact on them. (Similarly, the rye tie isn't exactly ground breaking, but I love my partner and it's always a pleasure to see him put it on for fun or events.)

Also further proof that I'm a process over product knitter, I loved the Woodland Hat partially due to finally diving into the fisherman's rib and partially due to how cushion-y the stitches themselves came out. (It's a gift so I can only hold on to the feeling as I knit it up, does mean it will inspire me to do more exploration into fisherman's rib & brioche.

Honorable Mentions (AKA eveything else...): Gingham Hat, Camp Mug Cozies, Marsa Sweater, Quick Camera Bag, Bab Pants, Tri Loop, OCF Fedora, & Sideways Garter Basket.

Some thoughts on the runners-up:

I think the OCF Fedora could have faired better considering it was my first crochet project (!! kinda a big deal), but ultimately I wasn't happy with how it turned out, it wasn't stiff enough to hold it's shape, and I was rushed on the dyeing job so it turned out murky and not as I had envisioned. I do plan on redoing this project with more time and hopefully better materials so it holds its shape better.

Some of these projects lost a lot of rank due to my frustrations with the pattern or it not coming out as I had envisioned (the garter basket, the tri-loop, the marsa sweater). Further evidence that I'm a process knitter, haha.

I'm curious how all these would hold up if I had some of these WIPs done.

I don't think the mosaic pouch could win out at the top, but I could see it fitting pretty snug in the middle based on pride from a combination of trying new things and pushing my skills.

The Stardew socks might've just won out, but I've been really struggling with colorwork in socks (too tight tension) so I'm anxious about diving back in...

The leaf motif could be up there from (A) self-dyed project and (B) it really worked as a small comfort project when I needed something easier to sink my teeth into.

The Worm Party is suffering from already being a worm (a troublesome soul) but I hope to see i through, it just requires a lot of muscle to make any progress on.

And finally, the log cabin blanket. It would just win. This thing has been there through thick and thin. It holds remnants of projects long past given and memories of all those other projects in my past and the people they've impacted. It's hefty and chaotic. And yet it's nowhere near done, haha.

I get that this was a long post, I appreciate you making it this far in my ramblings. I found this process very helpful. By considering my items piece by piece I was able to celebrate their nuances and reflect on their impact on myself and my loved ones. It forced me to focus on the good that I've done, rather than tearing myself down in all the minor mistakes I've made along the way.

I get that these kind of meditative activities don't work for everyone, but if you're feeling down this year, may I recommend you look back at the hundreds to thousands of yards of love you've put out in the world?

[sparkles-oflight]

Ginger shots - Lazy day

I went back between posting this or not... It's really just an excuse to write fluff. I'm kinda embarrassed about it.

Synopsis: After recording the new album, the boys finally get some days of rest. Bojan and Kris get sick however and we get to see a little bit of them sweet to each other.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Thanks @anxious-witch for the proof-reading and still tolerating me after today haha.

After their first tour of the year, Bojan and Kris had finally returned home- to their house. They were now ready to rest for a couple of days, however, these boys couldn’t get any rest due to their weak immunity systems...

- "Ginger shots, vitamins, shower cold, feeling old" - Bojan sang - "Just do everything the way you are told".

- Yeah yeah, I get it. - Kris complained as he arrived in the living room.

He sat on the sofa next to Bojan who stretched his arms like a happy child reaching for a toy, or, in this case, a cup Kris brought him.

- Thanks, Mom.

- How come you are always sick, uh?

- You are sick too! - Bojan drank as fast as he could and then patted Kris' shoulder - You are the best roommate one could ask for.

- Oh yeah? - Kris raised an eyebrow.

- Definitely. One of my best friends.

- Uh...so. - he chuckled - You'll call me anything but "Boyfriend", uh?

- Aw, is that what you want me to call you? - Bojan teased him with a small giggle.

- No no no, don't call me that if you don't want to. - he crossed his arms as a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks.

- Krisko, are we jealous?

- Why would I be jealous? - Kris smiled and stopped looking at Bojan.

- Well, that's good, you are my comrade for life - Bojan got closer.

Kris smirked and suddenly pulled Bojan closer into his chest, covering his head with his arms and bringing his body on top of his.

- Say it. - Kris threatened.

- Or what?

Kris kissed his hair.

- I'll have to use my ultimate weapon. - and he kissed him again.

- I think I like this punishment honestly.

- Well, but if we aren't boyfriends, then you'll only get these kisses.

Bojan freed his head and looked at Kris' eyes.

- No kisses here? - Bojan begged for a kiss, pouting his lips.

- No, you are only my friend.

- Okay...fine. - he smiled and tucked Kris's hair behind his ears - You are the cheesiest boyfriend in the whole world! - he announced proudly.

Kris kissed his neck and pushed Bojan softly onto the sofa. He admired the sight of Bojan's hair spread across the orange sofa and with the orange lights coming from the lamps illuminating his face, making his eyes and smile stand out.

Bojan looked up, put his hand on Kris' face, and caressed it before going back to touching his hair.

- It’s greasy.

- I know.

Bojan touched his chin and scratched his hand on Kris' small facial hair.

- It’s blonde.

- I know.

- Just kiss me already.

Kris got closer to Bojan's face...slowly. Very slowly, as if mocking him. When his hair was touching the older’s face, he smiled and whispered in his ear.

- Who said you could order me around, Bojči? 

His question was followed up by a soft bite on Bojan's earlobe and Bojan could only grin from having Kris' breath on his ear and then Kris' nose smelling his hair and neck.

- Has anyone ever told you- Kris was interrupted by Bojan.

- How good I smell? Yeah, I know.

- I was going to say that you need to take a shower actually.

- Not until you finish what you want to do.

Bojan's hands reached for Kris' hips inside of his shirt...he loved how his soft skin felt against his hands. It was...an indescribable sensation.

When Kris finally decided to proceed, he covered his mouth with his arm and started coughing.

- Or maybe not today. - Bojan joked and Kris sneezed.

- Can you get me a tissue?

- Of course.

Bojan reach for the tissue on the coffee table and gave it to him.

- Honestly, I was expecting you to blow me, not your nose. - Bojan switched to English just for this awful pun.

- Sorry for "blowing it" then.

- I don't know... My friend, Kris Guštin, made me believe I would be rewarded today. On my sick day! I call this false advertising.

He kissed Bojan's lips and grabbed him by his hair before pulling away.

- Your boyfriend, Kris Guštin, you mean.

- You took the bait!

- You think I don't know that? - he smiled - But you need to take a shower. It would be good for you and your sweaty hair.

- Oh, come on, you like it when I am sweaty. - Bojan winked.

- You're disgusting.

- You know I'm very sick and frail so I would like to invite you to take a shower with me. That way I'm not lonely, numero uno. - He started counting with his fingers - And dos, I am not in danger of falling off the bathtub or something.

- And tres? What's in it for me?

- You get to scrub my back.

- You had me at "shower". - Kris extended his hand to help Bojan back up.

Bojan took it and took the chance to steal a peck from Kris' lips.

- Let's go then? - he asked.

Kris shook his head and they both went to their room to get new pajamas, or, in Bojan's case, to steal clothes from his boyfriend. He's allowed to steal them except for a select few like the ones with holes and the white long shirt his mom gifted him for Christmas. To be fair, those would look like a dress on Bojan.

They ordered pizza and then they took a shower together. A moment full of kisses and hugs and comforting each other after all the moments of chaos they had this year. They just needed a moment of peace...

- So... Austin Powers? - Bojan asked as he and Kris hugged each other underneath the blanket.

- Oh, definitely. - Kris said as he ate the last slice of pizza.

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Afternote: I started writing this after my panic attack yesterday, how could you tell?

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[tciddaemina]

Hi dae~

I found you on Ao3 last year with "one hundred years past" and fell in love. I went on to read your other legend of zelda fics and then "come all ye mighty", which I wasn't expecting to like so much, and a few more. I re-read them frequently, and am loving "ad infinitum" so much, can't wait for what's coming.

I've been wondering for a while tho, if you would be interested in having a beta reader? I just can't help but notice the typos. I still love the fics of course, but they can be a little distracting. If yes, I'd like to volunteer myself, to proofread any past and future fics. I don't know how I'd prove myself to you, maybe by doing an old fic first and see if you like it? And if not, well, I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask :)

Thanks for hearing me out, and thank you for the wonderful works you do <3

Haha, I'm glad to hear you like them. Yeah, typos are definitely an issue (and the accursed wrongly autocorrected word - those are what fuck me off the most, tbh, since they're so hard to catch). You're right that I don't have a beta. I'm very on the fence about it tbh.

I've had betas before, and I definitely appreciated them, but there are pros and cons. Like yeah it's nice when all errors are caught, but on the other hand I can sometimes find it frustrating having a beta, since it means that when I finish a chapter I then have to just sit on it and wait for someone to go through it (which, with my tendency for big chapters can sometimes take a while). Maybe it's because my chapters are so big, but sometimes I'm working on them for so long that I get real impatient for them to go up when they're finally finished.

And like, I can't fairly expect any beta to do things asap either and have a super fast turn around, like people have their own lives and stuff going on. Proofreading takes time, esp if you're doing it in your free time just out of love, and I recognise that. Like I have to weigh my impatience against reality lol.

I don't know. Like I'm not opposed, but it'd probably end up being in a weird format. Like a belated proof - I post the chapter, and at the same time give a beta access to the doc on the side, and they can read through it in their own time and highlight any typos and wrong words, and then I update the chapter to fix those errors when they're done. That's the only way I think I wouldn't end up just feeling frustrated at having to go through the extra step. Idk, maybe that's too convoluted 😂😂😂😂

If it's something you're seriously interested in talking about tho, feel free to email me at tciddaemina@gmail.com for a proper chat 👍

[determunition]

hi gang!

it's been a while but i just wanted to sort out my progress on everything i'm working on rn ^^ especially since i've been getting quite a few new followers recently! welcome welcome to you all btw, i'm super happy to have you here ^w^

OLD_FOLKS HOME: as you might expect i've had a bit of trouble getting back into writing for OFH, but i'm finally on my way! chapter 23 is fully drafted save for some minor edits, and i've just cracked into chapter 24. the tournament arc will be four chapters in total, and once those are done i'll drop them on a biweekly basis! thanks so much for your patience on OFH, it's far outgrown its original scope but i truly do love working on it and can't wait to show you guys all my ideas ^^ if you've not checked out OFH or if you wanna catch up, now's a great time to do so! you can find it right here on ao3: [Link]

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Storyboards: i'm on my way to being finished with a pretty big inscryption-based storyboard project! it's about as long as the digital affection animatic, but it's far more silly than cinematic. with any luck i'll have it out by next month! i'll be dropping it on youtube first, so if you'd like to subscribe or otherwise keep an eye on my channel for that you can head over to my channel right here: [Link]

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Prints: if you're new to this blog or missed my recent announcement, i started selling some prints of the canon scrybes and my swap scrybes on etsy! they're $15 each and i'm all stocked up, so you won't be waiting too long for delivery ^^ huge shoutout to those who have ordered so far! shipping is still within the US only but i'm planning on changing that sometime soon, so i'll keep you posted. in the meantime you can check out the prints here if you're interested!: [Link]

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Misc: Until these projects are done (especially the boards), it's gonna be mostly sketches on the blog proper! i've been in a massive scrybeswap mood lately so that won't change anytime soon, but you can also expect some retyrement and maybe a couple wildcards here and there; hope you enjoy every silly lil doodle i throw up here! i certainly enjoy sharing them haha

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and that's basically it for now! a lot of inscryption as you can see, so if you're here for that, lovely news all around! but for those of you who like a bit more variety, know that i've got plenty of shovel knight and a bit of deltarune in the oven too...well, maybe not in the oven; more like uhh cold proofing in the fridge lmao

thanks for reading my lil ramble if you made it this far and another big welcome to all the new folks on the blog! happy to have you here and hope you enjoy yourself ^^