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churipu · 1 year ago

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I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE GOJO !!! could i request him having a girlfriend that's really good in the kitchen? like both cooking AND baking !! i can imagine him getting a sugar rush (from her !!) because she tried recreating (and succeeded) his favorite kikufuku from scratch 🩷 and she's probably worrying all the time if the stuff that she makes is good because she just cooks and bakes "for fun" and not as a full time thing 🥹

SUGAR RUSH ! — GOJO SATORU + A GOOD COOK GIRLFRIEND

featuring. gojo satoru

warning. none :)

note. hii anon! <33 i absolutely love this, i can just imagine him being so happy about having a really good cook girlfriend. i hope this is to your liking, have a great day anon! and to you readers, have a big fat sloppy kiss mwah!

"baby, did you make this yourself?" gojo asks you, taking a bite out of the kikufuku mochi you made him this afternoon.

he had opened the freezer a few minutes prior to look for anything he can nibble on — and oolala he came across a tray of kikufuku he doesn't remember being there. but having a good cook of a girlfriend, he wasn't even surprised anymore, he's just very delighted to have his very own homemade kikufuku made by yours truly.

you nodded your head, "do you...like it? tell me how it tastes, i've been working on it for a while now so i'm not sure how it would taste."

"like it? i don't like it." gojo mutters out, eyeing you.

you didn't take things to the heart quickly, you've always believed that failing is a process of learning. so you chuckled, "don't worry about it, i'll try making another one for you. was it too sweet? or was the mochi skin weird on texture?"

gojo grins, "baby, i love it! you really should think about opening your own restaurant — i'll even fund it, no kidding." he tells you, taking another bite out of the kikufuku mochi.

opening a restaurant has been a long time dream. and gojo knew, but there are a few reasons to why it hasn't opened up till' now, you weren't confident with your own cooking. no matter how many times gojo told you about how good they are — you still think they aren't restaurant worthy yet.

"maybe next time? i don't think i have the time for it now," you were technically speaking half the truth.

you had a stable job that pays well (not as much as gojo who's a jujutsu sorcerer, but still enough) — you landed a job as a baker, so you all you needed to do was follow your boss' recipe and everything was settled.

"you can just resign and...focus on this one, hm?" gojo slithered his arms around your waist, pressing kisses on the side of your face— in a way on encouraging you, "i'll even help you, 'm sure it's going to be a great hit!"

you chuckled at his statement, "maybe in a few years, satoru?"

the male whines, burying his face into your neck. he'd never understood why you always tell him that, no matter how hard he tried to convince you about opening a restaurant, you'd decline saying that it wasn't time yet.

but gojo, he could see right through you like an open book. the problem wasn't it being "the wrong time", it was how you weren't confident with what you've made; despite him telling you thousands of time that what you made never fail to amaze him with your cooking.

you sometimes think he was saying that just to make you happy.

cooking for gojo has been a daily routine, he never asks for you to do it — you just liked cooking so much that you made it your job to always make sure he's full. knowing he has a sweet tooth, especially for kikufuku, you try your best to make them for him.

it was quite hard to nail the dessert on the first few times. but like everyone said: "practice makes perfect" and sure enough your hard work pays off, he does enjoy the kikufuku you took long to perfect. and your heart feels full.

"a few years? that's too long," he whines, "how about now?"

you laughed lightly, "you're cute. if you wanted to taste my cooking, i can just make it for you, y'know?" gojo laid his chin on top of your head and grumbled.

"i want the whole world to taste your cooking," he mutters out.

how sweet of him.

"aren't I your world?" you found yourself spouting out non-sense just to try to avoid the same topic yet again — gojo sensed so, and he didn't push on with it. if he finds you avoiding it, it just meant one thing; you didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't that hard to understand, really.

gojo nodded his head, "good point. you are my world," he laughs lightly, kissing the top of your head, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

if you could see his face right now, you'd be worried. gojo satoru, the strongest, had his brows furrowed and a frown on his face, he was worried about you. a lot. sometimes he just wants to cup your face, give you kisses and tell you that you're the best cook he has ever met, he was pretty damn sure he's heard you saying how you weren't a good cook because you do it as a hobby and not professionally — or along the lines of that.

"satoru, i'm trying to put these kikufuku in the freezer or they'll fall apart," you softly lets his arms go, "you can snack on these later if you're hungry. or maybe you could bring them to the kids too, i made quite a lot."

by kids you meant yuuji, nobara, and megumi. gojo being their teacher also meant you having a lot of meetings with the trio — and they have been nothing but sweet to you, sometimes you find yourself packing food for gojo to bring for them.

"good idea, i'll give it to them so they know how much of a good cook you are. yeah? maybe they'll help me convince you to open your very own restaurant," you laughed lightly, shaking your head at his idea.

gojo puckered his lips out, "if you don't want to open a restaurant then at least let me have one more kikufuku. last one, promise."

you shook your head, putting the tray of kikufuku inside the freezer, "you've had four! you'll get sick," gojo puts his hands on either side of your waist, carrying you to the side so he could make his way to the freezer, "hey!"

"the only thing i'll be getting is a sugar rush, angel."

"oh god, that's even worse than you getting sick," gojo turns his head to look at you, his cerulean eyes narrowed, "i am not taking care of you if you get sick, you hear me?"

gojo arched a brow, "you said that last time, and the only person who stayed by my side the whole entire time was you," he pinched your cheek gently with a large grin, "you'll take care of me, will ya'?"

knowing he was right you let out an exasperated sigh, "you're silly. don't eat more or i'll stop making them for you— i'm just afraid you'll get a sugar rush tonight. don't you remember the last time it happened?"

gojo scratches his nape with a nervous smile. a few weeks ago, you made a big strawberry swiss roll — and the male managed to chow down on it in a matter of hours. late at night, he was wide awake, babbling about how much he loves you and then proceeded to list everything that he loves about you from a to z.

it was quite sweet of him, but still: you needed sleep. as a result, you barely gotten any sleep at all and had to go to work exhausted; although gojo did apologize for his nightly sugar rush, and tried to make it up to you by "cooking" for you, which ended up disastrous as he had gotten distracted by a tv show in the middle of his cooking. no foods were served that night so you both had to get take out.

and you had to throw out your favorite non-stick pan because of that.

you appreciated his effort though (and this time he made it up to you by purchasing a pan set — which he told you was a token of his apology for ruining your favorite pan and for his sugar rush).

"hey, i was showing my love to you. and plus, you got a set of brand new pan because of my sugar rush," gojo defends himself with a smile, leaning onto the kitchen island.

"in an exchange for my exhaustion, i almost passed out at work," he gasps out dramatically.

"why wasn't i informed of that? oh my god, 'm a monster." he talked to himself, which you weren't even surprised of anymore, so you let out a soft chuckle.

"kidding. but no— i'd never like to see or hear your sugar rush anymore, i have work tomorrow. i'll be fine if it's the weekend," i poked his side, walking away.

gojo grabbed your arm, pulling you close, "what if you don't have work tomorrow?"

you arched a brow in confusion, "but i do."

he smiles ever so sweetly that it was starting to get suspicious, "oh, i know! i was just asking, y'know?"

"o...kay then?"

gojo, that slick motherfucker, called your boss and told her you were sick and wouldn't be able to come tomorrow. and so— began the restless night of his episode of sugar rush and just the tenth thousands of "i love you"s from him.

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starboykel · 24 days ago

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an artist and his muse ⭑⚝²

pt1

artist! König x chubby!F!reader

!!content warnings: König is younger than canon, pistol mentioning, idk this is just fluff. Chubby reader. Extensive description of how to make a condensed milk cake. Maybe a bit out of character.

3,7k words — English isn't my first language, i apologize for any mistakes.

Since that day, you and König have been talking practically every day through the cellphone, König would often talk about his day and his new projects, sending you photos of the new paintings he was working on and recently, he started a new hobby: learn digital art. He would send you screenshots of his drawings, they were... Certainly something, it wasn't as great because he was used to work on a canvas with paint and such but, he was trying at least.

If he disappeared for 3-4 hours, you were sure he was just working on whatever his mind was thinking of, painting, digital art or even ceramic, yeah, he also started ceramic. He was trying to occupy his mind with something and it was obvious... You just didn't know he was trying to occupy his brain because you were everything in his mind.

König was having trouble painting because he couldn't focus on anything but you, his happiness was texting you everyday and looking at the selfies you send him anytime you were doing something mildly interesting, watching a movie, cooking, baking, oh god, baking, he could kill someone to taste those brownies you baked practically every weekend. He really wanted to ask you out on a date but he didn't have the guts to, you were such a pretty girl, who was he to think he had a chance with such a beautiful girl?

On your side... Well, it was the same. You were too shy to ask him out on a date, he was such a busy guy, he was painting and when he wasn't painting he was training his digital art and when he wasn't training he was doing ceramic, you didn't want to bother him. Your heart skips a beat every time he sends a photo of what he was working on, his face wasn't even on the photos but you were so in love it didn't even take too much to make you kick your feet and smile like a fool...

"Who are you talking to?" Suddenly, your father kicked you out of your thoughts, he was frowning and trying to peek on your phone as you were eating. You were already an adult but old habits never die to your father.

"M...my friend, his name is König." You reply, showing him the conversation, Anton takes a look and nods. "Your boyfriend?" He asks, you blushes slightly and shakes your head, "N-no, he's just a friend." You stutter. He gives you a look like 'yeah, sure' and then goes back to the living room, leaving you in the kitchen to finish your lunch.

You didn't have anything to do that day. You wanted to go out with your friends but they were all busy, you didn't have a photoshoot today, no modeling or something, so you would just enjoy the day, just being lazy... So you decided to bake a cake! Why not?

You looked for a recipe on the internet and found one you found interesting, 'Condensed Milk Cake'... Hmm, sounds good! And you have all the ingredients, luckily.

You grab the apron that was probably too old for its own good and protect your hair and start making the cake, it was therapeutic. In a large bowl, you pour the condensed milk, whisk in butter and the vanilla extract, over the bowl, sift four and the baking powder over the condenser milk mixture. After that, you grab the rice cooker, grease the interior with butter and pour in the batter, spreading it evenly in the rice cooker, you decide to top with some chocolate chips, put the cover on and cook for 20 minutes. After waiting, you pick a toothpick and poke the cake, it comes out clean so it means it is ready! You place a plate on top of the rice cooker pot and carefully invert. The scent of vanilla and condensed milk infested the kitchen. It was so good, you were proud of yourself, it looked delicious!

Your father walks in the kitchen, "What are you doing?" He asks, frowning slightly before he sees the cake, "Oooh, it looks good. Gimme a slice." He picks a knife and goes to cut the cake but oh no, your father didn't have the reputation of being the best cake cutter.

"Waaaaait!" You shouts, trying to stop him but your father was a man on a mission. He cuts a huge part out of the cake and walks away, you can practically see the evil smile on his face as he goes to his room, leaving you with less than a half of the cake... Goddamnit.

You sigh and decide to take a photo of the... Half cake you have, you grab your phone and try to get the best angle of it but yeah, a cake cut in half wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing thing ever.

Eating a slice of the cake while watching something was a pleasing experience at least, watching some old humoristic sitcom your father had on DVD since the 90s that he refused to get rid of was nice at best. You hear a notification coming from your phone and check it... It was König!

'Hallo, are you free tonight? I would be pleased to have dinner with you.'

You found it amusing how he always wrote it grammatically correctly, you could've never, sometimes you just forget how to write some words.

'Yeah, I'm free! Where do u wanna meet?'

'Meet me at the park, I am going to take you to the restaurant from there, at 7pm. Don't be late.'

You smile, he was always so assertive and direct sometimes, it was nice though, at least he wasn't confused about what he wanted and treated you well.

You start getting ready at 5pm, showering, doing your makeup, choosing the best clothing, fixing your hair, airdrying it and, oh god it's already 6:56pm! You run out of the house, forgetting to bring your lip oil.

You go to the park and look around for König, it was 7:04pm. You feel a cold hand on your shoulder, looking over your shoulder...

"Oh, hi Kö! How are you?" It was König! He didn't seem mad at you, good. He smiles and gives you a little pat on the head.

"I'm fine. Let's go to my car." Simple as ever. He takes your hand and leads you to the car, opening the car door for you. You two make small talk in the car on the way to the restaurant. He was wearing some nice clothes, a white button shirt that was rolled up to his elbow, black tailored pants with a belt and black shoes. It was minimalistic and he looked good on it. You could see some scars on his arms, that was interesting, maybe he wasn't always an artist.

The restaurant was nice, had a warm atmosphere and some relaxing jazz music playing. You order some alfredo pasta and chicken with some orange juice, he orders steak with onion, rice, salad, some rustic potatoes and... You lost track of the list after that, he was a bottomless pit. Oh, he ordered some apple juice for himself too.

"So, what do you like to do in your free time? When you're not doing paintings and such." You were the one to start the conversation, noticing that Konig was more of the quiet type and that, depending on him, the date would be mostly silence and eating.

"I enjoy... Uh... I enjoy television shows, I watch it when I'm... I'm not doing art..." He stuttered, not looking at you directly, you noticed that he was very nervous, his hands shaking, it was very different from the man you met before. Maybe you were starting to get under his shell.

Your soft smiles didn't help much. His mind was going a mile a second, his hand shaking and his body couldn't relax, he felt like everyone was staring at him, why wouldn't they? He's on a date with a cute girl while he looks like this giant freak, you probably don't even like him, you're just with him because you pity him youcangetsometingbetterthanhimyou—

"König?" Your soft voice slaps him out of his trance, his eyes focusing on your worried expression, "Are you okay? You seem... I don't know—" "I'm fine." He cuts you off, his hands still fidgeting underneath the table.

You were a bit confused and even a little shocked. He was so serious, confident before and now he's shaking like a wet cat. Well, he's trying to hide it but it's obvious, someone his size can't hide. You decide it's best to let him relax, stay silent for a while, let him recompose.

Well... His brain was going miles an hour, waiting for YOU to say something, to talk about something YOU like, maybe you could even forget he's there and just ramble away his anxiety... But that doesn't happen. He's waiting for you to talk and you're waiting for him to speak. Both so awkward, his anxious behavior getting into you, where you are scaring him? Why? What have you done? Did you do something that made him uncomfortable? Doeshenotlikeyouanymore-

Then, the waiter arrives after what felt not even a second, you swear you had just ordered not even 10 minutes ago. The waiter places your order in front of him and two of König's extensive list of food, the potatoes and the beef. The orange juice being placed in the middle for the both of you.

He awkwardly starts cutting his beef, the cutlery was so small in his hands that it made a task as simple as cutting a steak difficult. You eat your pasta, staring at nowhere as your mind is non stop thinking that you did something wrong. You both reached for the orange juice glass, his fingers touching yours before he flinched his hand away, just reassuring that he was scared of you on your worried brain.

The rest of the date was... Not cozy, just two looked like two pathetic wet cats that didn't know where their mama went and was scared of the world. He pays for everything, even if you insisted that you had money. You two step out of the restaurant, some significant distance from each other, and just... Staying there, waiting for the one another to say something.

"Look-" "I'm sorry-" You two speak up at the same time, eyes meeting in an anxious atmosphere, silence remains for a few seconds. "Hear-" "I apologize-" Interrupting one another again, the atmosphere getting tenser and tenser, you both take a deep breath, taking a step closer to each other. He let you talk first.

"I'm sorry, I'm not aware of what I did but I apologize for making you uncomfortable." You speak up, playing with the hem of your clothes as you try to sound not nervous.

He frowns slightly before sighing and nodding, "I'm the problem. You're not the problem, I've always been this... Social awkward, since I was a teenager. It's not your fault." He reassures, taking a step closer... Closer... Closer until he's right in front of you. He looks at you... "It's going to snow, you should go home." Before he lifts your chin and gives you a forehead kiss...

Then he turns around and walks away, you don't know that but he's panicking inside, his hands shaking and his heart beating like a drum, his face red as a tomato... That man saw you naked and is flustered because he gave you a forehead kiss! Men...

Well, you were blushing too, your mouth opened slightly in shock... The snow starts to fall, the cold feeling makes you feel even hotter inside, it has just started. You didn't know what to do so you do the same as him, you turn around and walk home... No, you can't do that. You stop in your tracks, turn back and start running towards him.

"König!" You shouts, making him stop and turn to see you. You don't know what you're doing and why but you feel like you need to do this. You reach him, panting, you weren't used to exercising. "I'm- I'm-" "You don't need to be sorry, it's okay." He cuts you off.

"No, that's not it, I-i... I-" You look up at him and you just... Can't finish your phrase, he's so handsome your heart beats and your brain stops.

He smiles softly and ruffles your already messy hair, "You shouldn't stay outside, you're gonna catch a cold... Wanna go to my place?" He speaks up, and honestly, he's being too damn bold, his heart feels like it's gonna explode out of his chest, he's trying to keep this cool guy persona but... That's not him.

You definitely didn't want to freeze outside so... "Y-yeah, sure." You nod. He takes your hand and starts walking to his car. This all feels too... Unbelievable... Damn, you're going to a guy's house after the first date? What are you? You silently judge yourself but König isn't like other guys... You hope.

The car ride back to his place was silent, some random song in German playing on the radio. His car was fine, definitely not the best or the most expensive but also not the cheapest, it was a nice car that had the necessary to live. When arriving at his place, the snow was already filling the streets with its soft whiteness, he opens the door and gets inside after you. The place was... Nice? It was a bit messy but it was comfortable.

"Make yourself at home. The TV has a little sound problem but nothing that will bother you, I'm going to take a shower, there's a few snacks in the drawers in the kitchen if you feel hungry." He welcomes you, giving you a faint smile before going to his bedroom.

You look around... Should you explore? Yeah, why not? As soon as the shower starts, you begin to wander around the house. The drawers were filled with snacks and the fridge with water, milk and egg... Nothing else. How did this man lived? Whatever. You go to the living room and turns on the TV, putting on your favorite show, yeah, the sound definitely has a problem but your ears would probably get used to it, it was some sort of faint static it could be heard on the background but whatever. As you wander through the house, the drawer closes to the door catches your eye, you open it and... A pistol and a dog tag. Your eyes widen slightly but then you frown, you take the dog tag and before you can read anything in it, a hand rips the dog tag from yours, your heart falls, your face going pale.

You gulped and looked at König, his face was dark, his eyes filled with disappointment, your eyes immediately went back to the drawer, not wanting to look at him, your hands shaking. He sighs and throws the dog tag back in the drawer and closes it. "Forgot to lock it."

You two stay silent for a while, before you murmur an "Sorry." Nervously. He shakes his head, "Don't be. It's okay to be curious... Just don't do it again." His voice was deep and dark, like if he was giving an order...

"... I'm gonna order some pizza. We can watch a movie, c'mon." He tries to sound more excited as he pulls you by the waist, leading you to the couch. You were still shocked, but trying to relax as you do breathing exercises. He tried to make small talk but you were still thinking about the pistol and the dog tag...

The pizza arrives not long after, he picks it up and goes back to the couch, placing the pizza on top of the living room mini table and putting on some movie on Netflix.

The silence was uncomfortable, the pizza munching sounds not helping. After half an hour, he pauses the movie and looks at you. "I have to explain something to you." He says in a serious tone. You look back at him and gulps, nodding.

He takes a deep breath, "I used to be a soldier, a lieutenant. I was in the army from 17 to 29, almost 30. I retired earlier because of my mental health, it was killing me from the inside." He puts his hand on his chest, "I had no choice. I've done a lot of things that shouldn't have been done and I regret it with my heart."

"You're... A war criminal...?" You ask, the tone quiet and uncertain. He shakes his head, "No... No, not that I'm aware at least." He chuckles nervously, looking away, "I've... Killed a lot of men. My hands are filled with blood... But I've never wanted it, I never wanted to be a soldier, to kill people. I've always loved art, and I'm doing what I want, what I love now and I can't escape my past, it doesn't matter where I go. My soldier self is part of me, I can't get away from it." He vents, his tone getting sadder and more self aware.

You nod, taking a breath and sighing, "I don't know how it feels, how it is to have such a hard backstory... Are you in therapy at least?" You ask and he nods, "I take meds.. I don't want to talk about it."

Nodding, you sigh, "I understand... I'm sorry for sneaking in your things, I shouldn't have done that." You clench your fists and look at your lap, feeling trapped, disappointed at yourself... Until, he takes your chin and lifts your face to look at him. "It's okay." He says, softer, making your heart beat faster. He gets closer... Closer... Closer, until your lips touch his. You immediately kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiles on the kiss and takes you closer by your waist until your legs are on his lap. The kiss is soft, like a make-up kiss, warm.

You were the one to break the kiss, your eyes meeting his... And he panics, "Oh verdammt— es tut mir leid— I'm sorry, you're just so pretty and I'm so awkward, I'm-" He freaks out, immediately taking his hands out of your waist. You smile and giggle.

"It's okay, I liked it." You take him by the cheek, making him look at you. "You- you did?" He asks, not believing you. You nod and smile, "Yeah." "Y-yeah?" "Hell yeah!" You giggles and kisses him, you taking the lead now. This one was much more playful than intense as the last one, you break the kiss a few times because you were giggling and he starts giggling too. He pulls you closer as he lays down on the couch, you getting on top of him. You two start laughing, apparently for no reason at all.

After relaxing, you two just cuddled, he was warm and you even warmer due to your weight. It was comfortable and the closeness was making the heart of the both of you relax. Him giving you forehead kisses from time to time. "Hey... You wanna sleep here?" He asks and you nod, "Sure, why not."

The night falls and you were used to showering before sleeping and you definitely needed one... But you had no clothes to wear! He was okay with sharing the bed with you and you didn't want to smell bad. So you asked for some of his clothes, he at first laughed but then gave you a shirt and some boxers.

For some reason, the water of his shower was freezing cold and had no heating option, so poor you. His shirt was bigger than your, that was rare, that never happened with your exes, it was nice to now have someone that was bigger than you, it makes your heart warm... and the boxers a bit loose but fitted better than the shirt, you put your hair on a bun with a satin scrunchie and go to lay with him. The heater was on so that was nice. "Goodnight." You tell him before he turns off the lights and lays next to him.

..."Can we cuddle? You're warm and I like your weight on top of me..." He asks a bit shyly, your heart beating faster. You look at him and nod, snuggling closer to him, he pulls you closer, getting you slightly on top of him. "Goodnight." "Night..." And you both fall asleep.

When you woke up he was already up. You stretch and yawn, going to the kitchen after fixing your hair (or trying) and he was already there, eating his breakfast. His eyes light up as he sees you, "Morning. I made breakfast! Eat!" He says, sounding excited. You smile and join him, it wasn't the best but it was good enough.

You two spend the afternoon together, watching movies, chatting, playing in the snow. At night, you were ready to go home. He drives you to your place, and in the door, he kisses you goodbye.

You get in the house, very happily, smiling widely and your father notices, he smirks. "Just a friend, uh?" He teases and you chuckle. "Boyfriend now, dad." You correct him playfully and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew it.”

Sorry, this took too long!! I was in a creativity block and didn't know what to do but i hope this is fun to read!!! Love yall, stay safe, xoxo from Kel. Feel free to send me asks!

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yan-lorkai · 2 years ago

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.⁠ ｡⁠*⁠♡ request: May I request Sebastian and Lilia Vanrouge as reader's father figure, pretty please?

.⁠ ｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: i really like papa lilia, i just know that he would take very good care of the reader if he had the opportunity to adopt you lol. Well, I hope you like it anonie! Also Sebbys part here.

It's faerie custom to steal human children for themselves, so the first moment your eyes met in the cafeteria he knew he needed to keep you close. I mean, you were a cute little thing that was brought into a world where you didn't know anything or anyone. A cute little thing that managed to hold Lilia's attention and focus, and he just can't help but be in awe of your strength and courage.

He's very sweet and attentive when he interacts with you, bordering on condescending, but having a fatherly presence takes a lot of weight off your shoulders so you don't mind too much. Lilia loves helping you with your homework and he explains so well that there is no room for doubt during your study sessions with him. He also likes to show you magic tricks since you don't have magic and teaching you how to cook traditional dishes from this world, for your own good, don't eat anything he cooks.

Every little problem you venture into, every little action you take and every word you speak, papa Lilia is by your side - not that you realize it - protecting you from harm. And slowly getting rid of bad company, he is jealous and possessive of your time as he now sees you as one of his children and you should only interact with him and his sons, they're such good companies.

Malleus absolutely adores your company, he sees how the two of you walk down Ramshackle at night while you talk and laugh and because of him, still accepting the situation, Sebek finds himself spending more time with you, listening to you, trying to understand why Malleus like you so much. Lilia is sure you'll be best friends eventually and oh my, you're even napping next to Silver, you two adorable humans.

Lilia likes to wander around random places and he often takes you and Silver on a walk with him through the woods behind campus while he tells stories of ancient times and collects various fruits. He plans to bake a dessert with these fruits to celebrate the arrival of a new member in his little family.

Lilia likes to teach you about self-defense and sword fighting, slowly training you to defend yourself if he or his kids aren't around. And it's also a fun moment where Sebek and Silver are there to help and motivate you, showing you ways to execute a move if you keep getting it wrong. Your brothers know much about this, they've been training since childhood.

He especially loves watching you interact with others. The shy way you offers Malleus a handcrafted gift, watching the expressions of joy on his face, or how you and Sebek are constantly teasing each other and bickering, but you stick up for him when someone badmouths him. And there's even the loving way you let Silver use your lap for a long, restful nap while you sit under a willow tree. And of course, the way you depend on him, listen to his words and let him comfort you when you hear Crowley say that there is no way to return to your world.

It is especially difficult to notice Lilia's manipulation, but not impossible. He is a loving father who is there for his children but he is also a general and a great strategist, there are little things that over time you can see. The fact that you keep getting sick after drinking something he offered you, the fact that whenever you are with one of them people get scared and move away from you and that all your friends don't spend as much time with you anymore, they don't invite you to parties or study dates, or anything. Still, Lilia convinces you that you're just imagining it and sometimes you wonder if it's true.

While escaping from them would be very difficult due to the power and influence they have, Lilia could use his magic to control people and manipulate situations to ensure that you are always by his side. Or Malleus can put you to sleep to prevent you from running away or getting hurt while you try to fight them. It's all for your own good, darling, they're worried about you.

#lilia x yuu #lilia x reader #lilia x mc #yandere lilia #yandere lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #twst lilia vanrouge #platonic yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere lilia x reader #lorkai headcanon

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sylusjinwoon · 1 year ago

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i don't wanna know.

mike schmidt x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; i just really wanted to get this story off my chest. 10 stages of love

{ first comes heavy breathing | staring at the ceiling | what will happen next; i don't wanna know. }

prologue

in a house just like any other lived a young girl and her two parents. the girl adored her mom and dad so much, often calling them her best friends. they were truly the coolest parents a kid could ask for, and the fact that she had an equally cool aunt made it all the better.

she was in the midst of doing her homework when the sudden smell of smoke fills her with concern. with a gasp, she shoves her textbooks and binders aside, coming out of her room while calling out to her mother. "mom!? is everything okay?!" the little girl enters the kitchen, coughing as the smell of something burning and sweet fills her nostrils. tiny coughs escapes from her parted lips as she waves away at the wisps of smoke, seeing her mother standing there looking flustered.

"i'm sorry honey, did i worry you? everything's alright! i just...forgot to put the timer on for the brownies, that's all."

as her mother explains how she wanted to bake some treats for her father, she allows her eyes to trail towards the pan filled with burnt brownies, the scent of burning chocolate seeming to fill at the air. thanks to her dad, she knew that her mother didn't have the greatest track record of being the best cook, or the best baker. it was a trait that her father found endearing, and admittedly, she did, too. "mom, if you need help, i can help you." the girl was all too ready to help her mother, sliding up the sleeves of her sweater when the older woman stops her. "no, sweetheart, there's no need!" she is suddenly pushed out of the kitchen by her mother. "you just focus on finishing up your homework. and besides, your dad will be home in a few minutes, and he can help me."

with the matriarch of the family shooing the girl out of the kitchen, she was given little choice than to follow her order with a groan. "okay then, but if you burn down the house then you have to take all the blame!" letting out a giggle at her mother's upset expression, she runs up the stairs, ready to continue her homework when she notices something amiss. settled at the end of the hallway, she saw that her parent's bedroom door was open and there seemed to be something scattered around the carpeted floors. with her curiosity getting the best of her, she enters the room to catch a glimpse of what was on the floor. upon entering, she sees that there was a photo album that lay open with some pictures scattered around it. recognizing one of them, the girl settles down on her knees and picks up one of the photographs, seeing a much younger version of her parents staring back at her. captivated by these memories captured on film, the girl settles back down with her legs folded beneath her, going through each and every snapshot of what she assumes to be the time they were simply dating. she must have lost track of time, because as she was flipping through the photographs, she hears someone knocking against the doorframe, making her gasp as she drops the pictures. "i see that your mom's not the only one feeling sentimental." he chuckles, smiling at his daughter as the familiar curls fell across his face. as she looks up at her dad, she realizes that he wasn't much different from when he was younger. "dad!" jumping up to her full height, she falls into his embrace, inhaling his comforting scent all while giggling. "i'm gonna assume mom kicked you out of the kitchen, too." he winks at her, "as always." they both bask in their laughter as her father sits back on the ground, admiring the photos, too. "man, seeing all of these again takes me way back."

with a sigh, the girl rests her head against her father's chest, "hey dad...?"

"yeah sweetie?" "can you tell me how you and mom met?" the girl feels the way her father stiffens, but then relaxes just a mere few seconds later. she basks in the sound of his rich laughter, but ultimately caves in to her gentle demands. "alright, i suppose i see no harm in telling you how me and your mom got together..."

1. first sight

your feet were felt pounding against the linoleum flooring of the grocery store as you ran after a pickpocket that currently held your purse in his slimy hands. life just wasn't turning out so well for you, now was it? for starters, you had the worst day at work, being scolded by your supervisors for making even the tiniest mistakes on your reports. and not only were you scolded, but you had to take a walk in the rain when you went to grab lunch in between your shifts without an umbrella, leaving your outfit feeling damp for the rest of the day.

when your shift was finally over, you decided to treat yourself to something nice at the store. maybe buy a quick and easy frozen pizza to bake once you got home along with a box of chocolates (because everyone who personally knew you knew about what an atrocious cook you were).

so the moment you entered the grocery store with every intention of grabbing your quick and easy dinner was when some asshole in a hoodie decided to grab your purse and make a run for it.

you were so caught off guard- so wrapped up in the horrific day you were having that you were left flabbergasted for a mere few seconds the moment your purse got snatched. when the feeling of surprise finally subsided was when you felt red hot anger surging through you.

"YOU FUCKER, GET BACK HERE!" now, you were not one to shout explicit words in public, but you suppose that this instance warranted an exception because of how livid you were.

just what shitty luck was this, with you chasing this asshole in the rain, no less?! and when you thought that karma was close to failing you was when the unthinkable happened. you saw someone swerve violently into the parking lot, parking his car before coming out of the driver's seat. all you could see was a blur of black and brown as the man got out of his car and began wailing at the man who held your purse.

you heard the thief grunt, dropping the purse as he fell onto the wet pavement. sounds of fists hitting upon skin made you wince briefly, yet you were too scared to get your purse back.

your savior must have did a number on that bastard thief, because after a few hits, he was passed out against the wet pavement. you listen as he breathes heavily, taking a hold of your purse while standing at his full height. "are you alright, miss?"

you shiver upon hearing his voice, gazing up at him as your eyes met with his own doe eyes. his chest moves in tune with his rapid breaths, and you could see the way his wet curls fell across his face along with the faint outline of facial hair that decorated his jawline-

and dear gods almighty, was this man fine as hell.

he was a man of average height, yet he was well built, with muscles seen outlining the biceps of his shirt. you couldn't look away from him-

and lucky for you, this perfect stranger couldn't seem to look away from you, either.

2. introduction

as if breaking out of a trance, you shake your head and take your purse away from him. "i-i am alright! thank you for that...mister...?" you trail off on purpose, hoping that he would disclose his name to you. "it's michael- mike, mike schmidt." "mike." you taste his name against your lips, decided that you liked it and that it truly fits him before extending a hand out and telling him your own name. he takes your hand and does the same, repeating the syllables that make up your name. "so did you want to press charges or anything?" "h-huh?"

momentarily forgetting about the asshole that stole your purse, you look down to see that he was still knocked out cold and on the ground. a smile paints your features when you shake your head, "no, i think you were plenty enough karma for him." he smiles upon hearing your words, looking back down at the thief while shaking his head, "he'll be out for a while, i'm sure."

when the adrenaline subsided did you finally feel the effects of the rain on your form, you felt your body let out a series of violent shivers, making your teeth chatter in response. you look away from mike, ready to admit to him just how cold you felt when he did something that shocked you even further. with his eyebrows furrowed in response, he unzips his jacket and drapes it over your figure, allowing the warmth to envelope you in a loose embrace. feeling speechless, all you could do was look up at him in awe, touched by his unexpected kindness. he locks gazes with you, then suddenly steps back, "fuck, i forgot all about dinner. sorry, i gotta go, abby's waiting for me!"

abby? who's she? is she his girlfriend? the thought of him saying another girl's name made a strange sense of hurt fill you, but mike didn't seem to notice as he got in his car. "are you okay? do you need a ride?"

you quickly shake your head in response. "n-no, i have my own car, b-but what about your jacket?!"

you watch as he gives you a lopsided grin. "you can keep it; it looks good on you."

okay, so maybe he doesn't have a girlfriend after all. you were about to thank him for his kindness when a low groan was heard, alerting you to the thief regaining his consciousness. mike was ready to step out of the car again when you decided to act on your anger and kick the thief right between his legs, earning a high-pitched squeal from the man. "alright alright, i get it! i'm sorry!" "you better be!" with one final huff, you give mike one final glance before striding back towards your car with his jacket safely tucked around you, with a single thought running through your mind.

maybe i can see him again if i keep it.

3. interaction

this all felt so stupid.

here you are, weeks later, still thinking about him.

you lay alone in bed, staring at the ceiling as you replayed your first interaction with him, when he had retrieved your purse from that thief. a proud smile graces your features, thinking back on how mike had given you his jacket when you were cold and shivering in the rain. it was like you were a teenager all over again, thinking about your crush while basking in the lingering scent that still stained his clothes. the scent of masculine cologne and a hint of coffee...a strange mixture that complimented mike well.

a sigh escapes from your lips, and you felt a little disappointed, completely uncertain if you would ever see him again. despite knowing his name, you weren't sure how you could find him or contact him. "i should have asked for his number." you groan to yourself, hiding your face within your pillow as you gently screamed into it. despite how you had high hopes of seeing him again, you felt that your desires were all but a mere fantasy now. "maybe if i think hard enough...i'll dream about him instead." letting out one last defeated sigh, you turn over to your back and close your eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of him when you fell asleep tonight.

4. attraction

when you came back to your local grocery store, the weather was much more pleasant than it had been since that fateful day in the rain. due to how busy your work was keeping you, you ended up eating out a lot, which in turn made you put on some pounds that you figured you needed to try and shed (well, at least make an attempt to.) as you were perusing the shelves for something light and easy to cook, you felt a sudden presence coming from behind you.

the steps were heavy, and you immediately knew that it had to be a man. hoping- practically praying that he would simply walk by you and to another area. but when you could feel him stop directly behind you, lingering, you didn't have the courage to turn around and face him-

that is, until you smelled a familiar scent, one that was much stronger than the scent that lingers on the jacket that you were currently wearing. "hey, i recognize that jacket."

you drop the box of instant mashed potatoes, seeing the man with familiar curls and kind, brown eyes. "mike!"

without even thinking about it, you face him while throwing your arms around his neck, catching him off guard as mike takes a step backwards. you weren't thinking straight, all you knew was that you wanted so desperately to see him again for so long,

and now, he was finally in front of you, with the scent of his cologne invading your senses.

realizing what you were doing, you gasp before letting him go, feeling the blood rushing towards your cheeks in embarrassment. "s-sorry mike, it's just, i guess i was just happy to see you again."

you watch as mike's eyes become wide, letting out a cough as he looks away from you briefly. "sorry, i've been busy with work lately, since i work nights and all." "t-that's okay! i've also been a little busy with work, too." an awkward silence was felt forming between the two of you when you suddenly blurt out, "would you like to go on a date with me this weekend? maybe see a movie and get some dinner or s-something?" mike meets your gaze once more all while laughing, hiding his mouth beneath the palm of his hand. "ah, w-what's so funny? listen, if you don't want to go on a date with me, just say-" "no, you've got it all wrong." mike gives you a rueful smile while saying your name, "it's just, i feel disappointed that you beat me to it."

5. first date

to say you were excited for your date with mike would be the greatest understatement of the century. you had never felt this way before.

your heart was racing with anticipation.

your palms were sweating the tiniest bit, further accentuating your excitement as you got ready for your date.

you put on some makeup and thought about what you could wear in order to impress mike, rearranging the clothes and matching them with different pairs of shoes, but ultimately settled on what you knew would fit you best:

wearing your favorite outfit and something comfortable for your shoes, something that expressed your usual fashion outside of work. doing one last look-over with your outfit and makeup, you decided that it was perfect.

you were ready. you simply gazed at the numbers on your digital clock, seeing that it read 6:45pm. after you traded numbers at the store, you made plans for your date, with mike agreeing to pick you up around 7 so you could enjoy some dinner before heading to the theaters to watch a movie around 9:30.

you were mentally going through your plans for the evening with mike when a knock was heard on your door along with a text. getting your phone out of your purse, you look down to see a text from mike that read:

[ hey, i'm here. are you ready? :) ]

your heart was fluttering with excitement, beating a bit too fast as you placed your phone back inside the confines of your purse.

all too eager for your date with mike, you open the door to see a wonderful sight standing before you.

mike was dressed comfortably in a dark sweater with matching pants and some dress shoes. not only was he achingly handsome, but in his hands he held a bouquet of flowers that held a plethora of colorful petals.

you take the bouquet and felt the tears nearly dot your vision, "oh mike, this is wonderful. t-thank you so much...!"

and as you met with his kind eyes once more, you knew that he had captured your heart at this very moment.

6. holding hands

"you've been staring at the bouquet for an awfully long time now." mike teases you, glancing back at you every so often as he drove to the restaurant.

"i can't help it! no one has ever given me flowers before..." you trail off, simply basking in the beauty and amazing scent of the bouquet. you never wanted to look away from it, wishing to burn the image of the bouquet into your memories so that you'll never forget about it-

so that you'll never forget about this date.

mike simply hums in response, eyes focused on the road once more as you see him smile from your periphery. you figured he would simply let you bask in the beauty of his gift, but was caught off guard when you felt something warm envelope your fingertips.

you look down to see that mike had intertwined his hand with yours, letting out an awkward cough as he asks, "s-sorry, is this okay?" his actions were enough to finally avert your attention away from the bouquet, with you setting the precious blooms on your laps as you squeezed his hand in response. "this is more than okay, mike."

you watch as mike meets your gaze once more, giving you a boyish smile that told you everything you needed to know about how he was feeling.

his expression was lighter, and his smile was so genuine-

you knew that his emotions mirrored your own in that very moment-

you were both happy.

7. first kiss

your date with mike had to be the best first date you have had in a while. in fact, you don't recall ever having this much fun during a first date.

perhaps it was due to the fact that you could be yourself around him, never having to hide who you truly were to impress him.

during dinner, you spoke about your past and opened up to him about some things, yet oddly enough, mike remained tight lipped about a lot of things.

you asked him about it, but he simply gave you a melancholic smile and told you not to worry about it.

you let it slide for now, but deep down, you knew that you wanted him to trust you.

aside from that, the rest of the date went by smoothly, with mike paying for dinner as you went out to watch the latest horror movie. of course, it was cheesy and was filled with predictable jumpscares, but you liked pretending to be afraid as you hid your face within the curve of mike's neck, feeling him wrapping his arms around you to keep you even closer to him. overall, your night was filled with bliss. it was around midnight when he dropped you back off at your apartment, with you standing outside while holding the bouquet against your chest. you place a strand of hair behind your ear with your back against the door. "thank you so much for tonight, mike. i had a really good time." "yeah, i had a good time, too."

mike became silent then, with his eyebrows furrowed, as if he were deep in thought. you were about to ask him if anything was wrong, but ended up choking back your words when he suddenly leans down and presses his lips against yours.

the kiss was brief, but enough to send your heart into overdrive. you could feel the blood pooling against your cheeks when mike looks away from you, clearly embarrassed as he coughs. "s-sorry-"

not wanting to hear his apologies, you step closer to him and place your lips on his, kissing him again as you made sure to deepen it this time, wishing to feel his lips and the way they were perfectly slotted against yours, never once wanting this night to end.

8. relationship

you were nervous at the thought of meeting abby for the first time.

with you being labeled as mike's girlfriend of four months now, he figured it was time to finally introduce you to his little sister. after sharing a few dates together, mike finally opened up to you about his past and how he was once achingly obsessed with finding the man who kidnapped his brother.

when you asked him if he ever found the man, mike gave you a grave expression that terrified you a little. "he got what he deserved," was the only thing he said to you, and you let the subject drop afterwards. now, you had a bit more context about abby and how she was mike's youngest sister, and also the most important person in his life.

everything mike has done has been to better protect and take care of abby, and you felt your heart melt each time he showed you all of the pictures she had drawn of him and her together. when you saw a picture of abby with five children holding various animal plushies in their arms, you asked if they were her friends, which further prompted mike to take back that specific picture.

"y-yeah, these are her friends. let's just say they're all very far away right now."

he sounded sad when he said that, and you figured it was best to let it go for now and ask him about it at a later date.

now, you were completely worried about what abby might think of you. you truly didn't wish for her to hate you and think that you were taking her brother away.

all you wanted was for her to accept you, too. "are you sure she'll like me?" you asked mike for the millionth time today, feeling antsy as he drove towards his house.

he lets out a chuckle, "no, she won't like you."

you swore you could feel your heart drop into your stomach, filling you with dread when he quickly reassures you, "abby will love you."

the rest of the drive to his home was spent in silence, with mike holding your hand to help with calming your nerves. you trail your eyes downward to see the gift you bought for abby settled on the ground next to your shoes, an adorable teddy bear, in hopes of getting her to like you.

when he arrives at his home, mike parks the car and opens the door for you, steadying your shaky form as he leads you out of the car and towards the house.

your mind was racing, filled with anxiety inducing thoughts as the phrase she hates me, she's going to hate me repeats over and over again like a mantra in your head. "abby, i'm home. and i brought someone over."

you were given little time to further dwell on your thoughts, for standing before you was a girl of slender build with curly brunette locks of hair. her expression was solemn for a moment before she breaks out into a smile, racing toward you as she flings her arms around your back.

completely taken aback by her reaction, you return her embrace while giving mike a bewildered expression.

"i told you she would love you." mike simply smiles in response, feeling happy that abby seemed to adore you just as much as he did.

9. love

after a year of dating, mike asked if you would move in with him and abby, and of course, like the lovesick woman that you were, you accepted it wholeheartedly. you moved out of your apartment and found that you mike and abby had a special place in your heart.

you prayed that you would be a part of their lives forever, and hoped that nothing would change anytime soon.

you were half asleep when mike came back home, entering your shared bedroom as the sounds of shifting fabric rouses you from your slumber. "mmm, mike?"

"hey babe, sorry, did i wake you up?"

"no, you didn't...i was waiting for you."

wiping the sleep away from your eyes, you sit up in bed, ready to greet him when mike gently ushers you back in bed, "ssh, there's no need to get up. i'll join you in just a few minutes, okay?"

"mm'kay." you lay back down with mike tucking you in, hearing mike shuffle around the room for a few more seconds before joining you in bed.

you smile when you felt his arms wrapping around your front, bringing your back closer to his chest as he presses a kiss behind your shoulder blade.

he spends a few seconds with his lips pressed against your skin, pressing lingering kisses against it when he murmurs, "can i admit something to you?"

"hm? what is it...?"

mike sits up against the bed, and you turn your head to face him. he gives you a boyish grin while caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. "you remember the first day we met?"

you felt your own grin painting at your features. "but of course, how could i ever forget?"

mike chuckles while giving you a nod, "yeah, after i gave that bastard a good beating and returned your purse...i think that was the moment i fell for you."

you could feel your eyes widen in response to his admission. "y-you're kidding!"

mike continues to laugh softly, shaking his head while allowing the pad of his thumb to trace against your cheek, "no, i'm not kidding at all. you were by far the most beautiful, and most feisty woman i have ever met."

unable to help himself, he leans down to press a kiss against your lips, and you bask in his affections. delving your fingertips into his hair, you pull him even closer to you, sighing when he pulls away while muttering your name.

"i may not say it often...but i truly do love you."

"oh mike...!" the tears fill your vision when you fully turn around and face him, hiding your face within his chest as you cling to him, feeling as though every single one of your dreams had come true. "i love you, too, so much so, that i don't think you'll ever realize the depths of my love for you."

"i have some clues about your feelings for me." you could hear the laughter in his voice when he traps you in his embrace, making your prior exhaustion all but melt away the moment you spent the whole night kissing while basking in each other's laughter.

10. commitment

"...marry me?"

you had come home from work unexpectedly early, frowning when you thought you heard mike's voice coming from the bedroom.

that's strange, did he not have work tonight?

and who was he asking to marry him?

your throat was clenched up now, and you were afraid to hope- to dare dream that this man was about to make all of your fantasies come true.

with eager steps, you follow his voice towards the bedroom and open the door-

hearing him saying your name with the repeated phrase: "will you marry me?"

your gasp is what captures mike's attention, and he sees you standing in the doorway while letting out a string of curses-

"y-you're home early?!"

but you didn't answer him, instead, you stared at the velvet box settled at the palm of his hand. you swallow thickly, feeling your heart beating within the confines of your throat as you step closer to him.

"i'm sorry, i didn't think you'd be home already."

your eyes were glued to the velvet box.

"i had this planned. i took some time off work to make this perfect, and abby was going to help, too."

you could feel the tears threatening to fall.

"i was going to cook your favorite dinner, and shared some dessert with you, maybe a little bit of wine for some liquid courage- a-and then i was gonna propose and-"

you finally meet his gaze and frame his face with your two hands, leaning in close to plant the biggest and sweetest kiss upon his lips. this man held your entire heart and soul-

and you would be a fool not to accept his proposal and promises of forever.

when the need for air proved to be too much, you pulled away from mike, looking at him with absolute love and adoration in your gaze as you tell him,

"you idiot, of course i'll marry you."

and the rest was history.

epilogue

the girl stares in wonder up at her dad, not believing that her parents were actually so much cooler than she thought they already were.

"so... you really protected mom from that thief and beat him up when he stole her purse?"

"yup." a proud smile decorates mike's face as he looks down at his daughter.

"and you've loved mom this whole time?" mike lets out another laugh while saying his daughter's name out loud "i love your mother dearly, and nothing will ever change that, sweetheart."

before she could ask another question, they both hear footsteps coming closer to the room with a faint scent of something else burning from within the kitchen, earning another smile from mike.

they both turn towards the doorway to see her mother, hair disheveled with a tired but happy expression on her face. and as the girl looks between her mother and father, she could understand why their love remained so strong after so many years. "hey babe, did the casserole turn out okay?" mike asks her all while trying to bite back his laughter. cue her mother letting out an almost melodious laughter, "oh mike, it turned out awful, as usual. how about we order in tonight and get some chinese food, instead?"

"you know what?" the girl begins to giggle profusely when mike picks her up and stands back to his full height, joining his wife as he places a kiss on her forehead while holding his daughter close, "that sounds perfect, and i can't think of a better way to spend the night than with my girls."

a.n. - as i mentioned before, this was a story i needed to get off my chest, because it kept invading my mind and was practically begging to be written. as always, i'll fix any mistakes / errors once this is posted, but i hope you readers enjoy it 🥹 this is my last treat for you readers until i bury myself in schoolwork ❤️

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #michael schmidt x reader #michael schmidt x you #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf x reader #.stories

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tamatosss · 2 months ago

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Aven & Sasha art dump~

They’re boyfriends! They’re in love! Y’all don’t understand how much they both mean to me

Now… //ahem// allow me to gush about these two and how they met 😌 … buckle up!

Before the two dated (I know it’s a lot. I tried to be as brief as possible😭)

Aven

Aven first met Sasha when he went to his bakery to replace a bag of pastries he accidentally knocked out of Gwen’s hands (both turned a corner too fast and bumped into each other).

Upon first impressions, Sasha was cheerful and friendly. His voice was warm and smooth like butter. Sasha offered Aven a free muffin and tea just for stopping by! Aven was taken aback and a little skeptical at first, thinking “Why is he being so nice? Why does he keep talking to me? This is all too good to be true”.

After some totally subtle observations and one snack later, Aven decided that Sasha wasn’t someone with bad intentions, in fact, he was surprisingly pleasant (and also kind of cute…). Usually he’d find “friendly” people incredibly obnoxious and loud, but Sasha was reserved and easy-going. Aven tried his best to keep his cool and stoic demeanor but Sasha’s charm got to him and he was, for lack of a better word, lovestruck.

Aven fell. Hard. For Sasha. Because of how emotionally repressed he is, Aven thought he’d just take this crush to the grave rather than admit his feelings. He's used to bottling things up so how would this be any different? His priorities were to always focus on himself and work. Little did he know how in love he was. He just couldn’t get Sasha out of his mind. Sasha’s smile was radiant and his laughter was contagious. His voice was relaxing to listen too and always knew the right words to say to cheer you up. He was hardworking, sincere, generous, and pretty. And the cherry on top… he is an amazing cook! He made Aven feel like there were butterflies in his stomach.

He really wanted to confess but he felt that Sasha deserved someone better than him.

Sasha is literally the sweetest person you could meet, but Aven still has this irrational idea that he is only kind to him out of pity.

Aven always felt that he would never be good enough for anybody. That he'd tarnish all the good things given to him. That everything he does will lead to disappointment.

Aven continually tried to be distant with Sasha… but with much failure

He kept letting his feelings slip out to a point where it was laughably obvious. He’d bring up Sasha in conversations that didn't involve him, give him (so many) gifts, learn how to bake, and be generally pleasant and relaxed with him. Aven is usually cold and irritable with others, but he can’t help but melt over him.

If someone calls him out on liking Sasha, Aven would hard deny it every time (cough// tsundere //cough)

Sasha

Sasha, being the oblivious dummy he is, had Aven’s crush go way over his head. It took ages for him to realize what was going on.

Upon first impressions, Aven was incredibly standoffish. He had a stern expression and an intense glare. His voice was clear and articulate. Sasha found him intimidating. He rarely had vampire customers, especially ones that looked and dressed like Aven (he initially thought he was a critic). Sasha offered him free food to help with impressions.

The two chatted, Aven graciously thanked Sasha for the food and offered to pay for the free stuff and Gwen’s pastries. Sasha insisted that they were on the house. Aven said he’d definitely come again and leaves quickly without another word. (He may have slipped $30 in the tip jar while Sasha wasn’t looking).

Sasha gained a new customer!

Aven became a regular! He’d come by the bakery during his lunch break or whenever he had some time off work. This went on routinely to where Sasha figured out Aven’s schedule and anticipates when he’d show up.

Sasha grew fond of Aven and enjoyed his company. He just... really liked listening to him talk. Aven is eloquent and knowledgeable and could go into great detail on the most random topics. The grumpy, and cold Aven disappears and his more personable and dorky side comes out without him realizing. Sasha found his senseless rambles adorable and his liveliness rewarding to see. Sasha admires Aven’s passion and the type of work he does even if Aven humbly disagrees. Aven always thought sharing his interests was embarrassing as usually no one cared about what he had to say.

Sasha started to develop feelings for Aven, but wasn't sure what those feelings were. He has only ever been interested in women but never considered dating men. It was never something he thought about. One day it clicked, and he got his "Oh" moment (Guess who figured out he was bisexual). 🌈

Sasha wanted to confess too but he thought his feelings were one-sided. He thought Aven was completely out of his league! Aven was pretty, intelligent, wealthy, and magical while Sasha was just an average guy. He even heard Aven say he wasn’t interested in him so that just reaffirmed Sasha to keep to himself (obviously Aven didn’t mean it at all!).

Sasha was better at hiding his feelings... but not that much better. He couldn't help but go out of his way and do nice things for Aven, that's just who he is as a person. He’d start mentioning Aven in conversations that didn’t involve him, read the novels/papers Aven would talk about or recommend, and make food and drinks exclusively for him because Sasha thought he'd like them. Aven thought Sasha was being his typical kind, hospitable self

Sasha would get closer to Aven physically (just tiny things like shuffling his chair closer to Aven’s or leaning in a little more when he talks). Aven is quite skittish when it comes to being touched so Sasha tried to not be too pushy.

If someone suspected him of liking Aven, Sasha would laugh, insist that the two were just friends, and quickly change the subject.

Part 3: 🌈🌈🌈🌈

Now we are at the part where the two have feelings for each other but neither will confess....unless?

Lots of tension, Lots of shenanigans, Lots of trauma-sharing, and Lots of pining ensues. We’re just gonna skip over all this or I’m gonna be here forever 😅

One day Aven couldn’t take it anymore. In the spur of the moment, he rips the bandaid off. He confesses to Sasha that he is in love with him. Sasha is so confused, he was convinced Aven was not interested in him at all and that they were just friends. Aven crumples into himself and spills everything he has bottled up all this time (he’s a teary stuttering mess, he’s not used to being vulnerable like this). Sasha was at a loss for words. After quickly regaining his composure, he embraces Ven and happily reciprocates.🌈

They go out for dinner after🌈

Everything works out in the end yippee🌈

Their dynamic as a couple and fun facts!

Sasha is the more cheerful, charismatic, and patient one of the two while Aven is serious, critical, and quick-tempered.

Aven is the brains and Sasha is the brawn

Aven is the one who gets into more fights while Sasha tries to avoid them

Sasha is a morning person and Aven is a night owl. Sasha is completely knocked out by 11 pm while Aven stays up until midnight. Sasha wakes up at 5 am while Aven sleeps in.

Aven LOVES Sasha’s cooking, especially his baked sweets (crepes are his favourite :3).

Sasha cooks and prepares a work lunch for Aven everyday

Aven tries to teach himself how to cook and bake to impress Sasha…with mixed results

Aven is not the best with expressing his love verbally or physically so he shows it by giving gifts! Bird seed? A new coat? A fancy tea set? Aven will buy it in a heartbeat if he knows Sasha will like it. Sasha appreciates the gifts, but he urges him not to spend so much on him (spare Aven’s wallet pls).

The two have a vegetable garden! Aven didn’t think he’d enjoy gardening at all but he grew to love it.

Sasha’s robins really like Aven! They like to follow him around if Sasha is too busy to give them attention.

Aven doesn’t use magic often outside of work. Excessive use gives him terrible nausea and migraines. When he does use it, Sasha gets very excited. He thinks magic is so cool but wishes Aven was able to use it more often.

They are both workaholics. Aven will try to help Sasha with his prep work, even if he sucks at baking and heavy labour. He encourages Sasha to get out of the bakery more often and take more days off, which Sasha does! Aven likes to plan date nights and activities to get Sasha to keep his mind off of work.

On the other hand, Aven's work is beyond Sasha's comprehension. Necromancy involves lots of magic and death. The best Sash can do is help him destress when he is not working. He gives massages, remedies Ven’s migraines, be a shoulder to cry on, etc.

Sasha loves it when Aven gets excited over things important to him like the latest book series he finished or English literature. Despite not knowing what Aven info-dumps about half the time, Sasha will always listen to him.

Sasha is a HUGE flirt. Every time without fail, the slurry of comments eventually ends with him teasing a beet-red, flustered Aven who is begging him to stop.

Because Sasha is half-human, Aven can drink his blood. He tries to avoid doing this too often because it hurts Sasha. Animal blood is good enough for him anyway. Sasha doesn’t have blood cravings. (sometimes I forget the vampire aspect to all of this lol)

#gotta remember… I am cringe but I’m free #they’re so fun to draw together #sorry to my other ocs that I will neglect over these two #gonna draw them making out now bye bye #tamatosssocs #oc #ocs #OC art #original character #original characters

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offtorivendell · 11 months ago

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No but imagine, Elain - who we know goes to the Palace of Bone and Salt (ACOSF, chapter 17) - accidentally bought black salt. The first time.

Or maybe the House of Wind gave it to her when she was visiting and needed salt one time, it doesn't matter.

But after that, she learnt (as @wingedblooms has theorised) how to commune with a certain, princely feline whom I suspect may be hanging around the House of Wind library. So of course she keeps a small pot of it by the kettle, because nobody besides her (and Nuala and Cerridwen, but they know what it is) use the kitchen, so she can throw it in her tea as required for a little "trip."

Enter Cassian:

"Elain, what are you cooking there? It smells delicious." An exaggerated sniff followed his remark.

"Cat food," Elain replied dreamily.

"When did you get a cat?" Elain often appeared to be off in her own world, so Cassian wouldn't put it past her to get a cat and not mention it.

"Oh, I didn't," Elain replied, as she walked out into the sunny terrace garden, herb basket on her hip.

Cassian: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Or:

Elain had invited Nesta and Cassian over to the townhouse for dinner one night, when Feyre and Rhys were off on official court duty (ie. a family getaway to the cabin, to introduce Nyx to the wonders of snow). Cassian bullied Azriel into tagging along, and because Rhys wouldn't be there, he agreed.

Elain was making a hearty beef stew, with a side of freshly baked bread; the perfect meal for a chilly winter's eve. It had been simmering over the fire long before dusk had threatened to consume the sky, and she had finished seasoning it - even adding a little extra pepper, just for Cassian - moments before Nesta had knocked upon the roof-top door.

It smelt delicious, she couldn't wait to tuck in.

Thirty minutes later, they were sitting down to eat. Cassian shoveled some bread in his mouth as Nesta buttered her roll. Azriel had taken a polite mouthful of stew just as Elain - hungry after a long day in her potting shed and cooking - took a heaped spoon that would have made their mother faint from shock.

The stew was overly salted. Badly. How on earth?

Elain swallowed her mouthful and said, "I'm so sorry, something has happened to the stew. It appears I've put too much salt in it. Hang on and I'll heat up something from the ice box." She started to stand.

Azriel was wearing a funny expression... How mortifying. For him, of all people—her head started to spin with the shame of it.

Averting her eyes, Elain noticed that Cassian was looking incredibly guilty. Her focus narrowed over the roar threatening to consume her, and she was no longer sure it was entirely due to the people pleasing habit that had been forced upon her from childhood.

"What did you do?" Calm, stay calm.

"I, ahh, added some of that finely ground pepper you've got. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."

"That wasn't pepper." Darkness was creeping into the edges of her vision, her fear all but confirmed, as she warned, "Do not eat the stew, I'll be back in an hour at the most." Azriel had already slumped back into his chair, eyes closed. Oh gods, how would she explain this to him?

Elain closed her eyes and let the darkness take her, opening them to Azriel, dagger at the ready, facing down a fluffy white cat, fur and whiskers abristle, blue eyes wide. If she wasn't so mortified she'd have laughed at the absurd picture they made. Oh well, no time like the present.

"Azriel," she said, standing up tall. "Meet Aidas, the Prince of the Chasm."

This post was brought to you by the ramblings of @cassianfanclub, @psychologynerd and myself. I still haven't finished HOFAS lol - I'm on chapter 75 🐢 - so I could be way off, but this is really just for laughs.

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yyawnjun · 1 year ago

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BE MY MUSE

photographer!studentminghao x fashion!studentreader

summary: how does it feel to be unexpectedly for one day the muse of your biggest crush since middle school? and what if it became harder than you thought ignoring those feelings?

short smau ; fluff!! ; funny; 2.4k wc

last part !!! let me know your opinions plsplspls ; if you want I could do other parts like extra chapters (?); and maybe another short smau with another pretty guy; let me know if yes and with whom you would like; thanks for all the support !!!

previous // next

8.08 am you were when you woke up, and as soon as you opened your eyes a delicious smell of pancakes surrounded you.

Jun - because he had lost a bet the day the night before - had been forced to cook breakfast for everything, and so he was in the room near baking pancakes.

You got up, maybe because of the scent or maybe because you were anxious about the day ahead, and slowly moved to where the good smell took you.

You found him with his back turned with his eyes fixed on the stove, and had it not been for the noise you caused when you greeted him he might have remained in that trans state forever.

When you looked at the calendar after checking the time on the attached to the wall clock, which read a little after eight fifteen, you realized that the moment had arrived to pose for Minghao. Now is the time to be the muse for your crush—the person you had been admiring since middle school but had never gotten too close to.

Since you were a student in a fashion school, you had already modeled for several projects, including dress fittings and fashion shows. But it seemed like you forgot about that when you had to pose for the person this time—the one who made it impossible for you to be calm and collected, the one who made your heart race.

Thoughts began to wander, and Jun became concerned briefly as he attempted to jolt you out of your brief state due to the baffled expression on your face.

You were so dimly aware that you didn't realize that Jeongan and Chaewon had also arrived to say - as soon as you blinked and returned to the real world, the first thing you noticed was a phone next to your face and the sound of the picture.

"New group profile picture. Thank you," Jeonghan told you in a voice still slurred with sleep as he put the phone away.

"PANCAAAKES" Before anyone could say anything about what had just happened to you that word was shouted.

A few seconds later, you heard a sound of quick footsteps, followed by a sort of shriek of happiness at Jun's freshly prepared breakfast.

"DID YOU REALLY MAKE PANCAKES?" screamed Yujin.

"PANCAAAKES," he replied, as Jungwon echoed.

And so it came about that soon enough you were all seated at the same table, too tired to speak, eating the exquisite pancakes Jun had just made with slow movements and light smiles.

The simple things that morning, like the deliciousness of the pancakes or the way the sunlight illuminated your friends and made them even more beautiful than usual, kept your attention from wandering and from falling into anxiety.

"Yn, we appreciate your attempt not to burst from anxiety. But your expression betrays you - Jungwon said at one point - you went from spacing out for ten minutes, and then to "I look at my friends as if they are the only and the greatest thing in my life", are you okay?"

Startled at how they had again been extremely detailed, you replied. "I feel like my mind could explode at any moment."

"Focus on the fact that you would be late if you didn't start getting ready in 3 seconds." with that simple but striking phrase, Jeonghan brought you back to reality.

9:28 in the morning; you had only 32 minutes to be ready. You quickly stood up and dashed to your room to change. After Minghao mentioned the theme of his photos the previous day, you were grateful that your friends had helped you with choosing your outfit.

Shortly after you were joined by your Yujin and Chaewon, who helped with make-up and hair.

"If the crush on Minghao pass yn hit me up. I am better than a man, and you are too beautiful for a man," concluded Yujin as she finished fixing your hair.

And damn, that girl's compliments made you feel so happy.

It was 9:50 a.m. you had just finished, and you were about to leave.

"Yn! Let's bet: confess to him. If he reciprocates, you'll transfer me to my iban 15$. If not, I'll do it for you." Jeonghad said.

"Sure sure," you said before you left.

"Yn, the colors of your socks are different. - Jun said before you could be too far away to hear him - nothing could go wrong !!"

That phrase was the only one that accompanied you on the walk as you reached Minghao.

He stood out from the crowd when you first saw him, and you bet you could recognize him anywhere. You would tell everyone that it was because of his unique style, but in reality, it was your feelings that made him the most handsome person you could imagine having by your side.

He wore a large black bag, sunglasses, headphones, a tight semi-transparent shirt with dark red and green designs, and black baggy pants. His body moved slightly in time with the music while his gaze remained fixated on the void.

As soon as you reached him and welcomed him, you could feel his eyes moving back and forth across your body, top to bottom.

He quickly smiled and said, "You look very nice; let's go," before turning and walking in the direction he had in mind.

People were staring at you as you walked, watching you with a certain mixture of amazement and admiration.

You seemed to be prepared for a fashion show.

He, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised by the looks, but he could tell you were nervous.

"Yn, they are all admiring you. They all look at you admiringly, as in a fashion show. And if I weren't in danger of crashing with a light pole, I would do the same."

Your ears made the words sound like classical music. When so much still needs to happen, you reach the first point of highest tension, just as in symphonies.

"mpf look who's saying that," you whispered.

You two soon arrived at the destination, which was your middle school.

You suddenly had a thousand memories come flooding back, both good and bad. Minghao, and how it all began with him, was the one who stood out among them all.

You were a little confused by the setting because he hadn't given you much information regarding his plans for the project - but he had added that since you had become his muse, the whole photobook's theme had changed.

"Memories of Beauty" was the theme of which you were the muse.

You didn't know much more than that; all he had said was that he wanted his photographs to be simple and minimalistic.

You two went to an empty classroom that would be your photographic studio that day after entering the school and moving quickly to avoid being seen.

"Do you remember that this was our art room?"

"How could I forget! It was in this classroom that you spoke to me for the first time," and immediately afterward you bit your tongue at what you had just spoken.

The awkward silence had developed, even if you were the only one who recognized it, so your mind started to come up with millions of things to say to break it.

The silence was absent for him as his heartbeats filled those moments noisily.

"I remember that very well," he added, making you wince.

Despite the moment of confusion, he appeared calm, and this also helped you to relieve your initial tension.

"I chose this theme since you reminded me of it; it won't be anything wild. I'll give you a more thorough description of my photobook project at the end of the day. I am aware of your curiosity, and I promise you that you will know everything," He told you while smiling as usual.

You found out only later that he was not yet ready to give you the speech he had prepared the night before.

So you nodded and prepared for the photoshoot.

As a model, you already knew many poses, and he, as a photographer, knew as many poses. Thanks to this, you were able to work very quickly and without too many hiccups.

Occasionally The8 would hand you some accessories, such as his glasses or one of his jackets, but the funniest moments were when he showed you how to set up for the pose.

Once you switched roles—he was the model, you were the photographer—and while your laughs filled the classroom, you made memories untouched by the outside world.

"We have one shot left. I thought you might change outfit," the boy said at one point.

"Oh, I hadn't thought about bringing another one."

"Do not worry; it's not necessary. If it's good with you, of course, I thought I'd lend you some of my clothes."

"Of course, thank you" you replied without thinking.

He handed them to you, and you moved to the bathroom to change.

Only there you realize what you had just so nonchalantly accepted.

His scent on those clothes was intoxicating and tremendously good.

Only a red tie, red boots, and red sunglasses stood out from the long, dark skirt and matching top.

When you were following Minghao's Instagram account, you remember seeing images of him wearing the same outfit. You smiled and flushed at this.

So, with your head still in the clouds and a dreamy expression on your face, you made your way back to the classroom.

It was the click of the camera that made you wake up.

"What is this thing of taking pictures of me when I least expect it-" you said, thinking back to the Jeonghan episode that morning.

"Uh sorry, I should have immortalized you because I was mesmerizing…"

"Uhm! Thanks…I guess," you replied, chuckling.

When The8 saw you wearing the outfit, his eyes struggled more to re-cross yours, and the points of his ears turned crimson.

At that time, only he knew how attractive you were in his eyes.

The shots ended, and it was now 2:38 p.m., so you opted to go and have lunch together.

It had been a quick photo shoot. But, thanks to his talent, combined with yours, and a healthy dose of luck and worry about the short deadline, you finished in almost five hours.

You hadn't forgotten about the change in your attire, but you both chose to keep your opinions to yourselves about it. You to keep his fragrance close for a little longer, and he because seeing you in that dress had encouraged him to confess.

Lunch flew by, and you found yourself going through a park, planning to sit down someplace and rest for a moment in the shade of some trees.

"Do you know who a muse is, yn?"

"Of course, besides being the daughters of Zeus, the muses are those who inspire poets, painters … artists," you said, smiling.

And he nodded before continuing, "I chose to ask you to be my muse because I knew exactly what that word meant. And I knew I couldn't use it on anyone other than you. You are my muse of memory of beauty."

"What do you mean?"

"I chose as the theme for my photobook: "memory of beauty" , and I couldn't help but draw inspiration from the ancient Greeks. Those from whom we derive the current definition of beauty, you know? And the Greek poets, such as Sappho, were always inspired by a muse while creating those timeless works of art."

You hesitated for a moment, perplexed by his speech; was this his way of confessing to you?

"Oh look! There is a perfect spot under that weeping willow tree," he said pointing to the ground.

You approached there, and as you sat down on the lawn, he stretched out to look at the sky.

"…I don't think the beauty of my photobook will be immortal for everyone, but it will be eternal for me because of your collaboration."

"Wait, so you think I am pretty?… I mean, because you're the one who compared me to the concept of beauty…I am honored, Minghao."

And hearing his name mentioned by you sounded sweetly as honey in the boy's ears.

"You are beautiful yn."

The words that came from him seemed almost more romantic than Yujin's.

He'd never stopped looking up while saying this, because the only thing preventing him from the urge to kiss you at the time was the sky.

"If you use those words, look, I might even fall in love with you," you joked as if you hadn't already.

He paused for a bit before whispering, "You are beautiful."

"What?" convinced you didn't hear correctly, or perhaps to make him repeat himself, you moved closer to his face.

You unintentionally covered the sky with your face at the moment. He started to feel addled as his sight became lost in all the features of your face.

"My muse, you're making it complicated for me to resist the temptation to kiss you," he told you as he closed his eyes, trying to improve the situation.

"Oh?" you boldly asked.

And almost driven by an invisible force, you kissed him.

Because of how well your lips matched each other, it was a kiss that tasted fresh, fantastic, and magical.

He had opened his eyes wide in astonishment, only to close them again and be able to feel the feeling that he had been hoping for…

"MINGHAO YOU ARE DEAD. YOU SHOULD HAVE KISS HER FIRST-" A familiar voice was heard, and then Hoshi - a boy with black hair and a shirt with a tiger drawn on it - appeared from afar.

"HOSHI SHUT UP-" another male voice tried to shut him off.

Seungkwan, Jeonghan, Yujin and Chaewon all came shortly afterward.

It took a short time before all your friends joined you.

Yujin had been alerted by Hoshi's live tweeting, and once the others were informed, it had taken little time for them to reach you.

So you all ended up in a bar near the university since Dk was the waiter, and you and Minghao were mentally preparing to tell your version of how it all happened to the new big friend's group.

comments, likes, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it <3

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fromallie · 2 years ago

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Enlisting a Tutor ☆ ｡ - ᴛꜱᴜᴋꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ

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characters: tsukishima kei x reader

contains: bribery with baked goods, and intentional lowercasing.

a/n: i promise that i'll eventually write about another character, i'm currently just fixated on tsukishima. as always please enjoy this post and feedback is appreciated!!

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as you walked to school, you carried a small pink box in hand that was tied together with a pink ribbon. you were a diligent student that completed all the work on time and listened to the teacher, but you were struggling to keep up as the work began to get progressively harder. so, with a sweet treat you were planning to coerce one of your classmates into tutoring you with a dessert they'd be too mesmerised with to decline.

you weren't half bad at cooking, but you truly prevailed when it came to baking, so you were planning to attack in areas you were best equipped in hopes that your classmate would give in and help you in a certain area of maths you were struggling with.

you had spent the entirety of last night baking which put you in a happy mood as you really enjoyed baking, and you also smelled sweeter than usual which was a plus. you hummed as you entered the classroom, memorising your strategy of how you were going to bribe your classmate into helping. tsukishima, the unsuspecting victim had noticed your jolly mood and questioned you, "what's up with you huh? it's too early for you to be so happy."

you turned to him with a cheeky grin on your face, little did he know that later that day he was going to fall straight into your trap and would be forced to help you battle your antagonising enemy, mathematics. "nothing much really, i just packed a yummy lunch."

he raised his eyes in suspiscion not entirely convinced but chose to go along with your act, "i doubt you'd be capable of producing an edible meal but enlighten me, what did you pack hm?"

"strawberry shortcake!"

it seemed all too easy as you watched tsukishima's composure begin to crumble as he stiffened, struggling to keep up his nonchalant facade. he shook his head in disapproval as he began to scold you, "tch, you should be packing more nutritional lunches but i suppose you making anything is a feat."

you were amused at tsukishimas hypocrisy as you hadn’t ever seen him bring lunch to school but chose to instead focus on his original reaction to the revealing of your lunch, his eyes had widened slightly and you had noticed the slightest glint of jealousy. you were laughing to yourself when the bell had rung and you were stuck for the next period having to pretend to understand the material being taught.

"hey yams.." he turned around to face you, surprised at the sudden use of the nickname "what's up y/n?" you made sure tsukishima was within earshot before asking "do you like strawberry shortcake?" it seemed as though the words "strawberry shortcake" awakened something within tsukishima as he begun to subtly listen to the conversation between you and yamaguchi.

"i'm not really particular when it comes to cake, but our tsuki here really likes strawberry shortcake." yamaguchi knew his bestfriend well, he was stubborn when it came to expressing what he wanted and he could tell that tsukishima had been eyeing the pink box as you carried it around with you.

"oh really? i didn't think tsukishima would have a liking for sweets."

yamaguchi subtly elbowed his friend who had yet to say anything, he sighed at his friend's stubbornness and took it upon himself to answer for him "tsuki's favourite dessert is strawberry shortcake, isn't it tsuki?"

tsukishima seemed disinterested in whatever yamaguchi was proposing and chose to not answer, walking up the stairs the three of you chose a corner of the rooftop to sit and enjoy your lunches. opening the pink box, you revealed a scrumptious looking cake.

"say tsuki," tsukishima had only ever openly allowed yamaguchi to refer to him by that nickname but he seemed preoccupied, too focused on your desert to care. he hummed in response and watched as you began to cut the cake into triangular slices.

"i don't think i'll be able to finish this entire cake by myself, you wouldn't mind helping me would you?"

his eyes seemed to glimmer as he accepted a fork and took small bites out of the cake, "this is.. better than i was expecting, this isn't half bad, good job." you smiled at the praise and offered yamaguchi a slice which he accepted gratefully.

"hey tsuki, now that i remember, i have a favour to ask of you." tsukishima seemed to deflate as yamaguchi laughed, "so that's why you brought cake, huh?" you laughed with yamaguchi as your act was discovered.

tsukishima sighed in defeat, "fine, this cake wasn't half bad so, what do you want?" you clapped happily knowing your plan had worked and offered more cake to the both of them, "i was hoping you'd tutor me for the current topic we’re doing in maths.”

"oh, i suppose that's not too unreasonable. bring me some more shortcake and we can schedule a session together."

you smiled at his compliance, "thank you tsukishima!"

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extra scene:

"y/n are you being serious, even a seventh grader could solve this!"

you whined loudly, you were unsure of what tsukishima's teaching style would be like but you weren't expecting it to be so harsh.

"if johnny had x amount of apples and tracy had 7 more oranges than johnny had apples, and the total amount of food accumulated was 67, how many of each food would each person have?"

"well, 67 subtracted by 7 is 60 so, tracy would have 60 oranges and johnny would have seven apples!"

tsukishima was beginning to get a headache, despite the numerous amount of times he had explained the question to you, it didn't quite seem to stick in your head.

“if johnny had x amount of apples-“

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#haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff

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puriiinz · 1 year ago

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ꕤ GARLIC BREAD? smau | ellie w.

08:00- nevertheless

a/n: 07 n this are prob my fav chapters so far :3 yn and ellie r cuties

contains: cursing, hinted (?) internilized homophobia

“yn! hi!” ellie slightly jogged towards yn when she saw her from across the playground. yn looked up with a frightened expression, making ellie confused.

“um… is there something behind me or..?” that made yn snap out of the trance she was in and she immediately smiled.

“ELLIE! no sorry i just- i saw a tweet.. it had spoilers so… yeah.”

“ohhh…”

“yeah..” the atmosphere between the two became awkward, almost uncomfortable. ellie sat down on the bench yn was sitting on and got comfortable, missing the slighty panicked and flustered look on yn’s face.

“what was it about?”

“huh?”

“the spoiler.”

“what spoiler..?”

that made ellie laugh. sitting up straight, she explained what she was talking about.

“you told me you saw a tweet that contained spoilers, what were the spoilers about?”

“OH! yeah um… it was about the walking dead- the games. i just keep on seeing them even though i haven’t interacted with a single post about it.”

“yeah that’s the worst! i don’t open my phone at all when i’m playing games. unless someone calls me of course.” ellie smiled and her smile made yn all jittery.

“that’s actually kinda smart but my attention span is very short, i have to do something different when i’m doing something that takes too long to complete.” yn pouted slightly and that made ellie scream in her head.

“does that inconvenience you in any way?”

yn stopped and think for a second, trying to remember if she cried out of anger because she couldn’t focus on anything.

“well other than tests and exams… i don’t think so? if i didn’t look at something different every once in a while that’d make me get bored and i wouldn’t touch the thing that i was doing for a long time.” yn answered while looking at the kids scattered around the playground. “when i say it out loud it seems bad but it’s not, trust me.”

ellie put her hands up and smiled, “whatever you say princess.” she leaned forward to get closer to yn’s face “you wanna come back to mine?”

yn coughed, not expecting the sudden question, and looked at ellie with questioning eyes. “what for?”

ellie shrugged and pursed her lips, “whatever you want, you can cook or lay down and sleep. doesn’t matter really.”

“okay then..?”

ellie suddenly stood up, startling yn in the process, and extended her hand. “come on.” yn took her hand and let ellie help her stand up. after smoothing out her outfit she let ellie pull her towards her car, giggling silently.

“ellie... you burned the garlic..."

"WHAT?" ellie quickly turned around to see if she'd really let the garlic burn (she did) and had the audacity to look confused.

"that looks caramelized to me though..?"

yn sighed deeply and turned the stove off, tossed the garlic into the trash and washed the pan to use it again.

"we don't want it caramelized though."

"are you mocking me?"

"no... maybe."

ellie crossed her arms and sat on the counter "in my defense i don't know how to cook so.."

"you made garlic bread didn't you?"

ellie pouted, “well i wanted to impress you, and i had to prove to jesse and dina that i could bake! plus baking and cooking are two different things.”

“i mean they’re not THAT different. you do both of them in the kitchen, you use your stove and your oven and everyting else to do both. and most importantly you eat both.”

“oh look we got fucking gordon ramsey over here.”

yn let out a little ‘hey!’ and kicked ellie’s legs. that made ellie stand up and tickle yn, which made her turn around to push ellie off after suddenly letting go of the pan that she was washing, which resulted in splashing yn.

“this is all your fault you know that?”

“oh come on, how is everything my fault? you let go of the pan!”

yn turned around, looking ellie dead in the eye, “i dropped the pan because you tickled me.”

“you kicked me!”

“and you made fun of me.”

“you were being a smartass”

“YOU burnt the garlic.”

it was silent for a few minutes and ellie started talking while yn changed her tshirt.

“well i actually don’t have anything to say to that… other than i’m sorry for burning the garlic”

yn’s eyes softened when she saw that ellie actually looked guilty and pinched her cheeks.

“ellie i’m not actually mad… it doesn’t matter if you burnt it or not.” ellie smiled and stood up, took her phone out and looked at yn.

“mcdonalds?”

“fuck yes.”

tags !— @inf3ct3dd

#puriiinz #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #dina tlou #jesse tlou #tlou2 #tlou #dina the last of us #smau #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #jesse the last of us

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actualbird · 2 years ago

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yknow, i really love the SR cards where the main plot is basically just NXX Boy Goes And Does A Thing, And He SUCKS AT IT!!!

vyn has SR Mercury In Retrograde where he does a fantastic job being absolute ass at household plumbing. marius has SR Overtone where he gets an A++++++ for being the last guy you wanna lend your guitar to, because hes really bad at playing the dang guitar. and at first i didn't know what artem's card was that followed this pattern but sam @samsspambox blessedly informed me that it's SR Thin Veil, the paywalled SR i dont have yet. and in that card story artem fucking SUCKS at PUPPETS

(sidenote: i generally weep at paywalled top-up cards but the concept of basically having to pay for artem's cringe is So Very funny to me)

but now here is where the injustice becomes apparent.....vyn, marius, and artem each have an SR Epic Fail: The Card Story

BUT WHERE IS LUKE'S?????????

to avoid any misunderstandings, here are the traits of what, to me, makes up an "SR Epic Fail":

one Main Thing is the thing our beloved nxx boy will suck at and what and it's also generally Main Focus of the whole card story (which then later leads to a sweeter core message about vulnerability and love and being okay with not being perfect etc)

our boy has to suck In The Moment. not in a flashback, not in a referenced past anecdote, no no. i want to have to tap through the entire excruciating scene/s of him failing at whatever hes doing

the story format has to be in a contained card story and not a recurring-but-brief theme in a personal story

with this criteria in place, it is IMMEDIATELY apparent that luke is the only one without an SR Epic Fail. the closest story instances would be the following:

SSR Through The Heavens (the skateboard card) since he fails at being a normal not-hypervigilant human being and also the NSB makes fun of him with memes, but this doesnt count because it wasn't the Main Focus of the story, there was a whole lot of other stuff going on and the Main Focus was the skateboarding which he did awesome at

some past anecdotes and flashbacks in SR How I Remember You (the luke blindfold card) about how luke sucks at drawing and sucks at charades, but this doesnt count because the drawing was just referenced in a few sentences and the charades fail was a brief flashback. it's also not the Main Focus of the story as well

his general inability/difficulty with cooking that is a recurring theme across his personal stories doesnt count because it's not a card, and thus isnt eligible

this is terrible. this is horrid. i love luke and i want a card thats all about him messing up at a minor activity. i want a full SR Luke Fucks Up At Cooking where the focus is what it says on the tin

i can even see the story so clearly in my mind's eye. it'd be so easy. maybe luke tries to make gingerbread man cookies but accidentally ends up with a gingerbread massacre.

luke mentions hes gonna bake and mc is excited about it because it seems he put a lot of thought and research and prep into it, maybe it actually starts with a scene of them shopping for ingredients together, and theyre both looking forward to luke's baking! but when it actually happens hes like "oh sorry a case came up, dont come over to my place anymore!!" which is sus

mc comes over anyway the next day to pick up some stuff she forgot and luke is there acting awfully nervous and his whole BUILDING smells of burnt gingerbread but there are no gingerbread treats to be found. luke keeps evading until mc finds The Massacre in a plastic container box haphazardly shoved into one of the kitchen cupboards

and it's an absolute baked-goods crime scene in there. none of the gingerbread men look like they were ever even men or homonids of any kind to begin with, it instead looks like all the dough just came together in the oven to create an amorphous Blob with the odd "limb" sticking out here and there. what luke has created is a gingerbread abomination.

mc stares at the gingebread abyss, and it stares back.

upon further investigation, mc even finds slight burn marks around the oven's door too and luke has his face in his hands, his shame is IMMENSE, just about as immense as the aroma of gingerbread treats everywhere. he was hiding it because he was worried that he got her so hyped up for the whole thing that it'd be SUCH a disappointment to her that he fucked it up!

and mc is like "hey no it's okay, as long as it tastes good, it doesnt matter how bad it looks!" and then she breaks off a piece from the gingerbread monstrosity and eats faster than luke can warn her "NO NO DONT DO IT---"

it tastes like shit

anyway they go out to get desserts from cafe instead and mc reassures luke that she obviously still loves him even if he created a baked treats atrocity and broke the genevabread convention. she tells him that if hes having trouble or if he fails, his instinct shouldnt be to hide it all and avoid her but to let her know and so she can help out, because she wants to be there for the wins and for the losses, for the good days and the bad. luke then goes all blushy grateful happy and they kiss and love is real.

the end. the post-story text conversation can go something along the lines of

luke: okay so i figured out why my gingerbread men went nuclear

mc: oh? why?

luke: i....misread "tsp" as "tbsp".........every time

mc: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA

luke:

#tears of themis #lukerosa #luke pearce #tot rosa #xia yan #sam im so sorry for the amount of times i ping u with an @ u are simply the best artem primary source of all time and i love that so much #tot luke

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harlowarchives · 1 year ago

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I got an request girly!

One is just for fluff with jack - so maybe the reader is secretly planning an vacation for Jack because all he does is work and Jack get suspicious about it. But at the end he’s just super happy and emotional.

I’ll send some more soon😉

❝ sex on the 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇!

hi my babies! so this is 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 my second post of the day depending on how long this takes but thank you sexy for the request, i love you guys 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘.

↳ listen to sex on the beach by partynextdoor, unthinkable by alicia keys & passion fruit by drake.

𝐍𝐎 warning today, all fluff & language!

After a long day, you were ready to jump into bed with your husband but he was nowhere to be found. “Baby!” You called out a grin on your face, no answer. “Jack, I'm home.” You rubbed your temples & walked toward his office, he was writing in his book with his headphones on. He looked over & held a finger up as you rolled your eyes fluttering your lashes, you walked toward him & placed your hands on his shoulders massaging all the spots that were usually sore “Babe, I'm sorry but I need to focus. You know I love your massages.” Jack said with an apologetic look on his face. You sighed and walked out of the room & began concocting a plan to get him out of the office, you sat on the couch and started making calls to clear his schedule. You were close with most of his partners & associates so getting them to extend deadlines was easy, they all knew Jack needed the break.

Three hours later you were done, you had successfully & single-handedly cleared Jack’s schedule & booked a vacation to Morroco.

You sat on the couch hearing Jack’s office door open as he walked down the hall “Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be so dismissive earlier you deserve more attention than that, but these deadlines god so exhausting I have a studio session tomorrow I apologize Y/N.” Jack walked toward you & sat on the couch kissing your neck but you just nodded “Yea, um hm.” You looked at your phone looking at things you could do on the trip “Y/N for real?” He groaned looking at your screen but you quickly turned it so he couldn't see what you were planning. “What are you doing?” he spoke attempting to pull your phone from your hand but failing “Yo, who are you talking to?” he said slowly emphasis on every word pinning you against the couch, you didn't budge. “Nobody, J. I'm going to bed,” You grumbled walking to the bedroom.

At around midnight, Jack couldn't sleep he heard your phone buzz. A text appeared on your phone he picked up your phone, and a message from an unknown number ‘Done, but you can thank me later you know how doe ;)’ Jack sat up in the bed. He was fucking pissed off, he sat awake for hours until he couldn't think about it anymore.

» 𝟎𝟎𝟏. morning!

You woke up to cook Jack’s favorite breakfast, and after thirty minutes the bedroom door opened Jack walked into the kitchen pouring a glass of orange juice “Good morning, babe.” You placed a kiss on his neck smiling from ear to ear “I made your favorite, I know you've been working really hard and my baby deserves the best.” You looked at his face he was clearly annoyed, “Jack?” concern in your tone “Let me ask you a question you know, how hard I work yet you give up on me that fast because I didn't give you attention? Come on what the fuck!” Jack visibly getting more upset, “Huh?” you had no idea what he meant. “Really Y/N? Dude who texted you at 12 or hiding your phone.” You handed him your phone “Show me.” You demanded as he unlocked your phone with face id. He showed you the message “Look that number up in your phone J.” You began to laugh as he pulled out his phone, Drama’s number coming up. “Why was Drama sending smirking emojis?” You laughed in defeat “Jack, I'm taking you on vacation.”

His face changed “I know you've been wanting to go to Morroco & I pulled some strings to clear your schedule for three weeks. I have to bake 400 cupcakes for him but being with you was worth it.” His mouth quickly formed into an ‘O’

“You went out of your way to do that for me?” A smile spread across his face. “Jack when we said those vows I meant every word, I’d do anything for you.” You smiled, as he opened his arms “C’mere, pumpkin.”

He smiled “Thank you. I'm sorry for even thinking you'd do that I know you wouldn't I'm tweaking because I haven't been getting any sleep & I have a lot on my plate, still no excuse.” He said his hand on the back of your head, your face buried in his chest.

“I love and appreciate you, you're the most amazing wife I could ever ask for.”

𝐒𝐎 𝐡𝐨𝐰'𝐝 𝐢 𝐝𝐨? 𝐥𝐦𝐤.

🏷️ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ⁱ : @lexxlovesjack @iknowdatsrightbih @iheartharlow @livsters @honeyharlows @killatravtramp @jackmanduh @itsyagirljaz

#fanfic #harlowcomehome #clay harlow #jack harlow #jack harlow fanfic #urban wyatt #jack harlow smut

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queerlilchinchin · 17 days ago

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With a Dash of Jealousy, part IV

Part I || Part II || Part III

I woke with a stiff body the next morning. It was still early enough it was dark out. Luc was resting in my arms, her light snores making me smile ever so slightly. I'd noticed since we came to the Mortal Realm that she's been sleeping heavily and so soundly. The fact that she didn't rest in hell was more than evident in the way she slept here.

I didn't want to pull away, but out of respect for her, I gingerly pulled her off of me and carried her up to the bedroom where she slept. I pulled off her shoes and socks and tucked her into bed, stroking her hair, then left the bedroom once more, silently closing the door behind me.

Tiptoeing back downstairs, I returned to her laptop and typed out a response to the article that it was still open to before shutting the damned thing down and putting it on a shelf.

Then came the baking. I always had to make sure the kitchen was supplied with fresh baked and cooked goods for her.

Eventually, covered in flour and sugar that had spilled in the middle of my baking venture, I was finished and set the cake and cookies on the cookie rack to cool.

I slumped on the couch, heaving an exhausted sigh. After everything we'd been through together, I still had these feelings that welled up in my chest every time I even thought of her name. It was so hard for me to focus on other things when it was necessary to, as my thoughts always came back to her. The fact that she became so important and special in my life...

... I sighed, switching the television back on and turned the volume down and the closed captions on. More than likely, I wouldn't be getting anymore sleep that morning. Sometimes Luci will come down sleepily and fall asleep on the couch next to me. Some of the time, she would remain slumbering up in her bed. That morning was different, though.

She sleepily found her way back down to the couch and slumped against the back of it, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

"Sleepy?" I asked, glancing at her face with amusement. She only groaned sleepily and scooted in to press against me and rest her cheek on my shoulder.

I tensed slightly at the contact but said nothing.

She nuzzled her face into my shoulder, mumbling something incoherently to me. There was a pause then her eyes snapped open to look at me expectantly.

"What?" I asked with a frown.

"I asked you a question," she said matter-of-factly with the sleep more than evident in her tone.

"Sorry, I didn't understand what you'd said. What did you ask me?" Her cheeks flushed a little but she only closed her eyes and pressed her face harder into my shoulder.

"When you were alive, did you ever fall in love?" The question felt so out of the blue. She'd never asked me anything like this before and it make me hesitate.

"Wow, Luc. That's really random. Why do you ask?" I asked awkwardly, wanting to gauge the reason for her interest so I could adjust my response accordingly.

"Just curious," she mumbled, completely relaxed against me. I could feel her body slowly relaxing more and more every second we sat together. I never knew her to be this way with anyone else, but she was so out of touch with emotions that even if it was that she liked me... would she know that's how she felt?

I blushed a little.

"I mean..." I began, still unsure how I should answer her question. "... I was never really focused on romance when I was alive. I was more focused on... well, food."

She let out a small thoughtful hum at my response and nuzzled into my shoulder again, making my muscles tighten nervously.

"How about now?" She asked, continuing with her line of questioning. I hesitated further. Shit, I couldn't actually tell her how I felt, but this was the perfect in to tell her at least that I liked someone.

I couldn't help but to let out a small snort at the thought of how childish I sounded. Oh no I liked a girl and she was expressing interest in my feelings... it all felt so juvenile.

After a moment, she peered up at me with concern. "Should I not have asked?" She asked, sitting up now and looking more awake and worried. I gave a little awkward chuckle.

"No, I like that you show such interest in me. I've never seen you express interest in others as much as you do in me," I said before I could stop myself. I immediately regretted it but her smile she gave in return was priceless.

"You're pretty precious to me, Chef. And not just because your cooking is incredible. You're like... my favorite mortal that ever lived." She gave a beaming smile. I couldn't help but to feel a different sort of pang as my heartbeat picked up speed.

"What about... immortal beings?" I asked slowly. She snorted at the question, looking relaxed once more as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"That goes without saying, I would think. Never really got along with many of them." Now I stroked her hair and smiled to myself. Now would be the perfect time to...

... but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to tell her.

"Well... since you asked," I said after a beat of silence. "... there was-is-someone." She gave a sleepy but contented smile.

"She's very lucky, whoever she is," she mumbled as she drifted back into slumber. I could feel my heart racing as I listened to her steady and soft breathing.

"Damn it, so close," I whispered, disappointed. Sighing, I rested my cheek on her head and watched the television.

Maybe one day, I could be brave enough to tell her...

Tags!: @lordkingsmith @smol-feralgremlin

#writers of tumblr #writeblr #my writing #creative writing #lucille the deviless #luci #lucille #chef demon #chef geoff #cd

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magic-is-beauty · 4 months ago

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Sweet tooth head cannons part 2

I'm just going to put part 1 of my headcannons here as well since there might some continuations/more details from part 1

The first five animal army members were in order Bear,Tiger,Rhino,Pony,and Flamingo ; At first they had a blood oath ceremony to induct you into the army but that soon stopped after Flamingo since her finger wouldn't stop bleeding and the rest of animal army did NOT want to go through that disaster again (they all have cool matching scars tho from that).

Flamingo's parents were a chef and baker so she grew up around cooking and baking so when I say she can make good food I mean it ; Her ability to make decently good food from what the army was able to get is astonishing.

Rosie,Ginger,Tex,the wolf boys and ginger's son all stay in Texas for a while to monitor and oversee the farm but they eventually leave to find a place closer to where all the hybrids are and so they can have a place to stay that isn't crawling with bad memories.

The farm is still in Rosie and Ginger's hands but they now look over it from the sidelines trusting the people who are there to keep it in order and up to the new standards they've created.

The animal army get stick and poke tattoos of the animal they were while in the army to commemorate their time in the army ; They're still a army but they retire their old outfits for stuff that's more comfortable and recenter their focus on helping hybrids using other means that are not killing ; Bear gets a bear,Tiger gets a tiger,Rhino gets a rhino,Pony gets a pony,Flamingo gets a flamingo,etc.

Tiger before the crumble had a younger sister that was killed by the sick along with their grandparents who she was close with ; Tiger's father eventually joined the last men but both of her parent's soon were killed because of sick which is when they ran away.

Tiger before the crumble learned sewing and embroidery from their mother and was just starting to learn photography from their grandparents ; Tiger kept the camera from their childhood and started getting back into photography during the animal army days and continued it when living with the hybrids (Bear was one of their favorite things to capture) ; Rhino,Pony,Flamingo and Wendy do like to steal it in order to get photographic evidence of Bear and Tiger acting like a couple (but Bear and Tiger don't entirely know that yet).

Bear didn't sleep much when Tiger was injured like she tried but she eventually gave up and just continued to be by Tiger's side as much as she could.

The hybrids and Wendy could sense that Bear wanted to be by Tiger's side so they mostly found ways to entertain themselves with both Wendy and Jepp offering to take up watching and entertaining the hybrids ; Jepp trusted Becky to look over Gus as well since she was in there but still periodically checked in on them.

Bear,Tiger and the rest of the animal army kept the fallen members memory alive by telling stories to the hybrids about them and created a book that honored not only their memories but also Pubba,Birdie,Aimee,Louisa,Dr Singh,Bruno,Roy and many others lost.

The hybrids for some reason really love hammocks so now they have a shit ton around the place in order to decrease arguments of who gets a hammock ; No one touches the hammock towards the outskirts of the woods tho since that's the one that Bear and Tiger share and is the place they go to when they need a break or just want to be alone.

Rosie after everything chills out finally is able to do her art again and now she gets to share this with her boys who are very eager to enjoy something that makes their mother so happy ; Rosie is a really good painter and loves crafting things with Ginger also loving painting (both did it during their pregnancies to help relax them) ; their home is now covered in both Rosie and Ginger's art but also the boy's art pieces that everyone in the house cherishes.

Ginger's son absolutely loves being the water and gets super smiley and happy when bath time comes around ; Rosie jokes that the only time she ever saw that same exact smile is when her boys are running around.

After finally being away from her mother Rosie and her boys can finally grieve the death of Bruno and remember his memory while also grieving the childhood she wished her boys should of had with her making sure that her boys live a safe and happy childhood that she wished Bruno was also allowed to have.

Parenting at first comes not so easily to Rosie,Ginger and Tex but they eventually get the hang of it with the help and advice of Jepp and Becky ; The wolf boys love howling especially when they're happy or excited and it seems like Ginger's child is also quite vocal when it comes to things that make him excited and happy as well with Rosie,Ginger and Tex not minding it at all but instead encouraging it.

Parenting the wolf boys isn't entirely easy since they were taught so much terrible shit that needs to be unlearned but Rosie wouldn't trade it for the world because now she knows that she teaching and parenting them herself instead of somebody else ; It takes time to get them to unlearn the bad habits taught to them but since the boys are still fairly young they respond well and are able to learn and be around their mother who adores them ,their cousin who they love to be around and a whole bunch of others who are not only like them but who are not scared of them and want to be around them.

Rhino,Pony,and Flamingo are now overseeing the new animal army with the help of both Bear and Tiger and visit the cabin fairly often to see their favorite people : the hybrids ; The hybrids do visit the animal army HQ once in while and they always end eating too much sugar,playing games,being spoiled and staying up way too late much to the dismay of Jepp,Bear,and Tiger.

However when Flamingo finds all the homegrown food at the cabin has it's over for everyone with Flamingo at first freaking out since she hasn't had this much to work with in years and then ends up making one of the best dishes anyone has ever had making the hybrids flock to poor Flamingo with food requests ; Flamingo in the span of a few months lovingly makes all the hybrids their food requests because she can't say no to those faces.

Rosie,Ginger,Tex and the boys manage to find a quaint farmhouse about 30 minutes away from the hybrids to settle down in and with the help of Jepp,Tiger and Flamingo manage to start growing their own food but they still spend a decent amount of time hanging out in the woods with everyone not just to socialize the boys but because the boys seem so happy being in an environment surrounded with kids like them and who was Rosie to take away what made her kids so happy.

The hybrids,Jepp,Wendy,Gus,and Bear are all pretty light sleepers with everything that has happened so they usually wake up with any slight noise but then go back to bed if not anything to be worried about. Tiger and the animal army on the other hand sleep like the dead unless they hear a actually concerning sound which is when they really wake up.

The hybrids share tree houses not only because they like sharing a space but it's because in case someone has a nightmare or a bad memory there's always going to be someone in the tree house to help them and be there for them ; Jepp,Becky and Tiger always tell them to come to them when that happens and they do when it's bad or when they want too(Gus goes to Jepp,Wendy goes to Becky,the other hybrids will go switch between Jepp,Becky,and Tiger) but a decent amount of time it can be helped with just being around one another and being reminded that they're alive surrounded by friends and in a safe environment.

A lot of the time the hybrids sleep under the stars being able to see the sky and hear the sounds of the woods around them but they do also sleep in the tree houses (that are equipped with nightlights) since it's their space and they love it.

Bear and Tiger enjoy climbing onto the roof of their tree house and stargazing or just talking or they climb onto their designated tree and sit there enjoying the view or again just talking about anything and everything.

Rosie,Ginger and the boys eventually meet the animal army who immediately love the boys ; Rosie comes with the hybrids when they visit the animal army HQ since the boys still get a little anxious when they're away from their mother and Rosie doesn't think she's ever heard them howl so loudly or seem the light shine so bright in their eyes.

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