#i was going to spend all day today baking cookies for cookie boxes.

[mothmanns]

MAD

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: see me !

synopsis: in which you spend your life loving sae itoshi - through childhood, heartbreak and quiet devotion - until the day he finally realizes what he's about to lose.

sae itoshi x reader ⭑ fluff / childhood friends to lovers / little angst if you blink / slow burn / unrequited love likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

wc: 3184

the laughter of children echoed through the small park where you and sae itoshi had spent countless afternoons together. from the moment you both could toddle, your families had deemed it destiny for you to be inseparable.

and for you, it truly felt like fate.

your tiny legs struggled to keep up with sae’s longer strides. you were seven, and he was eight, and though he always teased you for being slow, he never let you fall too far behind.

“come on, slowpoke,” sae called over his shoulder, his signature smirk already making an appearance even at that young age. “you’ll never catch me at this rate.”

you puffed out your cheeks in determination, your heart set on proving him wrong. it had always been that way. sae had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, your constant, your challenge and the boy you were always chasing, in more ways than one.

you wanted to be as fast as him, as smart as him, as everything as him. but most of all, you wanted him to notice you.

by the time you reached him, he was sitting at the base of a tree, his face tipped up toward the sky. his eyes, those piercing teal eyes, always seemed so far away, even when he was right in front of you.

“finally,” he teased, patting the spot next to him. “what took you so long?”

you plopped down beside him, your tiny chest heaving from the effort. “one day,” you declared, pointing a finger at him, “i’m going to beat you at something.”

he snorted. “sure, y/n. keep dreaming.”

but even as he teased you, he handed you the last piece of the popsicle he’d been eating, the sticky sweetness already melting in the heat. it was small moments like these that made your heart flutter, even if you didn’t fully understand why.

⭑

the first time you confessed to sae, you were ten.

the summer sun was relentless, baking the neighborhood in a golden haze. the faint scent of freshly cut grass lingered in the air as you carried a box of cookies, your small hands gripping it tightly as if it were a treasure chest. the cookies inside were anything but ordinary to you, each one careful decorated with soccer balls, stars, and little wobbly attempts at his initials.

you’d spent hours in the kitchen, standing on a stool so you could reach the counter, your tongue peeking out in concentration as you mixed the batter and piped the designs. it was your masterpiece, your way of expressing something that words couldn’t quite capture. your mom had laughed at your determination, helping you wrap the box neatly when you refused to accept her suggestion to keep it simple.

“it’s for sae,” you explained, as if that justified everything.

“oh, it’s for sae,” she teased, her smile warm. “are you sure about this, honey?”

“yes,” you replied, your voice filled with unwavering certainty. “i’m going to tell him today.”

the park buzzed with activity when you arrived, kids shouting as they raced around, parents chatting on benches, and, most importantly, sae and his friends kicking a soccer ball back and forth on the grass. he was in his element, his teal eyes sharp and focused, his movements graceful and precise. your heart thudded loudly in your chest, but you didn’t let the nervousness stop you.

“sae!” you called out, your voice louder than usual to be heard over the noise.

he looked up, pausing mid-kick, and jogged over to you with a curious expression. his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, but he didn’t seem to care. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

“i-” your voice faltered for a moment, and you clutched the box tighter, summoning your courage. “i made these for you. to, um, celebrate your game last week. you were really good.”

his brows furrowed slightly, and he tilted his head as he took the box from you. “you made these? for me?”

“yeah.” you nodded eagerly, watching as he opened the box to reveal the colorful cookies. his lips twitched upward in the faintest of smiles.

“these are cool,” he said, picking one up and examining it. “thanks.”

it wasn’t the reaction you’d hoped for, but it gave you just enough courage to blurt out the words you’d been rehearsing in your head all morning. “i made them because i like you, sae.”

his head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise. for a moment, he just stared at you, as if he hadn’t heard you correctly.

“you… like me?” he repeated slowly, his voice chimed with confusion.

you nodded, your cheeks burning. “yeah. i think you’re really cool and really good at soccer, and… and i like you.”

sae blinked, then looked down at the box of cookies again. when he finally spoke, his voice was soft but distant. “that’s… nice of you, y/n. but i think we’re better as friends.”

the words hit harder than you expected, like a bucket of cold water dousing your excitement. you felt your smile falter, but you forced it back into place, nodding quickly. “right. friends. of course.”

sae gave you a small, almost apologetic smile, but it did little to soothe the sting in your chest. as you turned to walk away, your heart felt heavier with each step. you were ten- maybe kids didn't know what love was anyway.

⭑

it had been three years since your first confession, and though sae had never mentioned it again, the memory of it stayed with you, quietly shaping every interaction you had with him. you still spent every possible moment by his side, cheering him on at games, bringing him snacks during practice, and listening to him talk about his dreams of playing professionally.

but as much as you tried to be content with just being his friend, your feelings for him refused to fade. they grew instead, stronger and more complicated, until they became impossible to ignore.

that day, the school gymnasium buzzed with energy as sae’s team celebrated another victory. you stood off to the side, clutching a water bottle for him like you always did. when the team huddled together, you found yourself staring at him, your chest aching with a mix of pride and longing.

as the crowd began to disperse, sae spotted you and jogged over, his teal eyes bright with excitement. “hey,” he said, his usual cool demeanor softened by the faint smile on his lips.

“hey,” you replied, holding out the water bottle. “you were amazing out there.”

“thanks,” he said, taking a long sip before meeting your gaze. “what’s up? you look like you want to say something.”

your heart skipped a beat. “can we talk? somewhere private?”

sae raised an eyebrow but nodded, following you out of the gym and into the quiet courtyard. the cool evening air was a welcome relief from the stuffy gym, but it did nothing to calm your nerves.

“i um…” you hesitated, your hands twisting together. “i wanted to tell you something.”

he tilted his head, waiting patiently for you to continue.

“i still like you, sae,” you said finally, your voice trembling. “i’ve liked you for a long time, and i don’t think i’ll ever stop.”

for a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. then he sighed softly, running a hand through his hair.

“y/n,” he began, his voice gentle but firm. “you’re my best friend, y/n. i don't want to risk ruining that."

your chest tightened, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “you wouldn’t ruin it,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “i promise.”

he shook his head, his gaze dropping to the ground. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

the rejection stung more than you cared to admit, but you managed a small, shaky smile. “it’s okay,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “i just needed you to know.”

as you walked away that evening, the ache in your chest felt heavier than ever.

⭑

the next time you confessed, you were 17.

the evening sky was painted in shades of fiery orange and deep purple, the kind of sunset that made everything feel like it was part of some grand story. you clutched the banner you’d made, the edges slightly crinkled from your nervous grip, and waited outside the locker room. the roar of the stadium still rang faintly in your ears, a distant echo of the game you’d just witnessed. sae had been brilliant, as always - every step, every pass, every goal, reminding you why your heart had been his for so many years.

you told yourself you’d stay quiet this time. you’d just congratulate him, maybe hand him the box of cookies you’d packed, and leave it at that. but as the door swung open and sae walked out, his hair still damp from the shower and his teal eyes scanning the crowd before landing on you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it in.

“y/n,” he called out, a smile tugging at his lips as he approached. “you waited?”

“of course i did,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was hammering in your chest. “you were incredible out there. like always.”

he chuckled softly, the sound making your stomach flip. “thanks. it means a lot, you know... having you here.”

those words, simple as they were, felt like a spark of hope. your grip tightened on the banner as you took a deep breath, willing yourself to be brave. “sae,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. “can we talk? alone?”

his brows furrowed slightly, but he nodded. “sure.”

you led him to a quieter spot, away from the lingering crowd and the celebratory noise. the air was cooler here as he leaned against a railing, his hands stuffed casually in his jacket pockets as he waited for you to speak.

you looked down at the banner in your hands, tracing the letters you’d attentively drawn earlier that day. “i’ve been thinking a lot lately,” you started, your voice trembling slightly. “about us.”

he tilted his head, a flicker of curiosity in his teal eyes. “us?”

you nodded, finally gathering the courage to meet his gaze. “i know i’ve said this before, but i… i still like you, sae. i think i always have.”

his expression didn’t change immediately. he just stared at you, his eyes unreadable, as if he were trying to process your words.

“i’ve liked you since we were kids,” you continued, your voice growing steadier despite the nervous flutter in your chest. “i've liked you through every game, every win, every moment. and i thought… maybe, by now, you might feel the same way.”

sae’s gaze softened, and for a moment, you thought he might actually say something different this time. but then he let out a quiet sigh, his eyes flickering with something that looked like guilt.

“n/n,” he said, his voice low and careful. “i don't think i'm the person you need me to be. i don’t think i can give you what you’re looking for.”

your chest tightened, the words cutting deeper than you’d expected. “why not?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

he looked away, his jaw tightening. “because i don’t see you that way. you’re… you’re my friend. my best friend. i don’t want to mess that up.”

the lump in your throat threatened to choke you, but you forced yourself to keep going, to try one last time. “you wouldn’t mess it up. i promise you wouldn’t. i just…” you took a shaky breath, your hands trembling as you gripped the banner tighter.

he hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground. “i’m sorry,” he said finally, his voice so soft.

the apology felt like a knife to your chest, but you managed to muster a small, trembling smile. “it’s okay,” you lied, even as your heart shattered into a thousand pieces. “i just… i needed you to know.”

sae looked at you then, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place - guilt? sadness? regret? but whatever it was, it wasn’t enough to change his answer.

you stood there for a moment longer, the weight of his rejection pressing down on you like a heavy blanket. then, without another word, you turned and walked away, your vision blurred by the tears you refused to let fall until you were out of his sight.

that night, as you lay in bed clutching the plushie he gifted you, you told yourself it was time to let go. still, some small, traitorous piece of you held onto the fantasy that maybe, one day, he'd finally look back.

⭑

the days following your third confession felt like numbness. you’d said it all, laid bare your feelings once again, and for what? the same outcome as before, a gentle rejection wrapped in an apology that felt like a dagger.

you tried to keep your distance after that, throwing yourself into anything that would distract you. schoolwork, clubs, hanging out with friends who weren’t sae. it wasn’t easy, especially when you shared the same social circles, the same routines, the same streets that seemed to echo his name wherever you went.

still, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop caring. you couldn’t stop showing up to his games, cheering louder than anyone else. you couldn’t stop baking his favorite cookies after every win, leaving them on his doorstep with a simple note: you did great today. i’m proud of you.

and you couldn’t stop waiting for him after school, even though you told yourself it was just a coincidence that your paths always crossed.

it wasn’t a coincidence, of course. it was you, still hoping, still holding on to the idea that someday he might look at you and see something more.

but things didn’t change. sae was polite, kind even, but he never gave you any reason to believe his feelings had shifted. he still ruffled your hair like you were a kid, still teased you about your quirks - the way you dipped fries in ice cream, or how you only ever drank water, even at parties.

to him, you were the same y/n you’d always been. and that realization, more than anything else, was what finally broke you.

it happened during his last year of high school, just after another big win that cemented his status as one of the country’s brightest soccer prodigies. you’d baked him cookies, of course, a fresh batch of his favorites, and you waited for him outside the stadium like you always did.

but as he approached, smiling that effortless smile that had always made your heart skip a beat, you felt something shift inside you.

he didn’t see you. not really. he saw the girl who’d trailed after him since childhood, the one who’d confessed three times and been turned down every time. he saw the y/n who couldn’t let go, no matter how many times he’d pushed her away.

and suddenly, you didn’t want to be that girl anymore.

“hey,” he said, his voice light as he reached you. “waiting for me again?”

you forced a smile, handing him the bag of cookies. “yeah,” you said, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. “here. congrats on the win.”

he took the bag, his smile widening. “thanks. you didn’t have to, you know.”

“i know,” you said, your smile faltering for just a moment. “but i wanted to.”

sae looked at you then, his eyes searching your face like he was trying to figure something out. but whatever he saw, he didn’t comment on it. instead, he just said, “thanks, y/n. you’re the best.”

the words should’ve made your heart flutter like they always did. but this time, they didn’t.

that night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, you made a decision. you weren’t going to wait for sae anymore. you weren’t going to waste any more of your time or your heart on someone who didn’t see you the way you wanted to be seen.

so you stopped baking him cookies. you stopped waiting for him after school. you stopped showing up to every game.

and at first, sae didn’t seem to notice.

but then a week passed, then two, then three, and the absence of your usual gestures began to feel like a missing piece he couldn’t ignore. the cookies stopped appearing on his doorstep. the familiar sight of you waiting for him after practice was gone. even your cheers during his games were quieter, less frequent.

it wasn’t like you were avoiding him completely. you still greeted him in passing, still laughed at his jokes when you hung out with mutual friends. but there was a distance now, one he couldn’t quite explain.

it gnawed at him in ways he didn’t understand. or maybe he did, but he didn’t want to admit it.

he missed you.

it was subtle at first, a faint tug in his chest whenever he realized you weren’t there. but as the weeks turned into months, that tug grew stronger, until it became an ache he couldn’t ignore.

he thought about all the times you’d been there for him, all the little things you’d done that he’d taken for granted. the cookies, the notes, the unwavering support. the way you’d looked at him like he was the only person in the world who mattered.

and he realized he missed it.

he missed you.

sae didn’t know when it happened - when the thought of losing you became unbearable. but he knew he couldn’t let it happen. not without trying to fix things.

so one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of gold and pink, he found himself standing outside your house, his heart pounding in a way it never had before.

when you opened the door and saw him standing there, your eyes widened in surprise. “sae? what are you doing here?”

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he just looked at you, taking in the sight of the girl he’d known his entire life - the girl he’d been too blind to see properly until now.

“i miss you,” he said finally, his voice soft but steady. “i miss… everything.”

you stared at him, your expression unreadable. “sae, i-”

“i know i messed up,” he said quickly, cutting you off. “i know i've been an idiot. but i’m asking you to give me a chance. just one chance. please.”

for a long moment, you said nothing, your eyes searching his face for any sign that this was some kind of joke. but all you saw was sincerity, a vulnerability you’d never seen in him before.

and for the first time in a long time, hope flickered in your chest.

note: nensi submitted this hi nensi

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the sweetest - l.f.

genre — fluff/slight smut MDNI!!!

pairing — Felix x reader

word count — 1.6k

warnings — very suggestive, fingering (fem receiving) its mostly fluff tho

summary — a very late valentine’s special! :3

You woke up first, the sunlight shining on your face. Felix was still asleep, perfect. You slid out fo the bed and tip toed out of the room, closing the door softly behind you. Once the door was closed, you ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

You were going to win this Valentines day, and you were going to spoil him the most. To start, would be making him breakfast and coffee before he even wakes up. He wont stand a chance against your love.

Except he already got the first gift. A bouquet of gorgeous soft pink flowers lay on the counter. You covered your mouth and internally screamed at his romantic gesture.

You baked quietly in the kitchen, french toast with fresh fruit. It took an hour because of how quiet you tried to be, and Felix came around the corner just as you finished mixing the egg batter.

“Shit! You beat me to it!” he said. He already had his apron on, and was still tying it around his waist as he rounded the corner of the counter.

“I’m still making you something,” he said, kissing you quickly.

“You already got me flowers!” you stated.

“Yeah, and I’m going to keep it that way,” Felix said.

You laughed triumphantly and continued making the mixes. Felix worked beside you, both of you throwing out sweet words of competition.

Felix made a banana bread with banana slices laid in a heart pattern on top. You finished the french toast and prepared the sweet fruit. Felix beat you to the coffee pot, but you beat him to setting the table.

The two of you were out of breath, and you felt like you just competed in a tv cooking challenge. You half expected Gordon Ramsey to round the corner and yell at you both for making such a mess.

You both savored every bite and every sip, it was delicious. But quick of course, determined to beat him to cleaning up.

“Ha! Beat you again!” he said grinning ear to ear.

Felix was so excited to ‘out-sweet’ you that he paid no attention to your actions in the living room. It gave you the perfect opportunity to set up his surprise.

You pulled a small box out of your pocket and ran to the couch. You pulled the cushion forward and tucked it away, an easy place for you to grab it in a few minutes.

He would be completely surprised and you would win this year’s valentines battle.

Felix came back into the living room, drying his hands on the small towel.

“I’m going to go freshen up a bit, I’ll be back in a minute yeah?”

“Not without me, can’t spend the whole day in my pajamas.”

Felix smirked and wriggled his eyebrows a few times.

“You could though, you look so cute like that~”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a kiss. Then took off down the hallway with him close on your tail.

The two of you danced around the room as you got ready, sharing the mirror for your makeup and hair and picking outfits for each other.

“I think we should go to the park today, but we should definitely come home tonight.”

It was a no brainer, you agreed immediately. After all your gift for him was downstairs. However it was odd for him to say it like that, why wouldnt you be home that night?

You spent a while trying to pry more information from him and guessing what it could be. But Felix didn’t budge, the entire drive he stayed quiet.

From Felix, the two of you went out for a picnic. Felix brought brownies and you made cookies. He made you a crown of flowers, and you made him one as well.

From you, the movies were next. you were both eager to watch the new movie adapted from one of his games. You shared the popcorn bucket and split a soda (college ain’t cheap but his lips taste sweet was your argument).

When the movie went over, Felix went straight to the claw machine. Of course you couldn’t let him win, so you played beside him. He played with determination, and actually won you a cat plushie. You took a few extra rounds, but you won him a cute little chicken plushie.

Felix held your hand all the way to the car. He held the door open for you and you kissed his cheek. You safely held your new plushies on your lap as Felix sang his heart out to the radio.

The car pulled into the driveway and Felix practically jumped put the car to open your door for you. You hugged on his arm to keep him warm as you went up the driveway.

Once inside, Felix offered to run you a bath. Of course, you dragged him in with you. You embrace him and kissed him deeply, feeling his soft skin pressed against your own.

“I hope you had a good day love,” he whispered. “You mean everything to me, and theres nothing i wouldnt do for you.”

After the bath (which took twice as long as usual) you two finally snuggled onto the couch. Felix wrapped his arm around you, and you held him around his waist with your head on his shoulder. The movie played on and you were waiting for the perfect time to give him his final gift and win.

You slowly snuck your hand around behind him, playing it off as rubbing his back. His mimicked your movements, he fell for it!

Once you had the box in your hand, you tried to suppress your laugh.

“Lix, you were amazing today.”

Felix turned his head and gave you a big smile.

“Did I win already?” he asked.

“Not yet,” you said giving him a quick kiss.

You sat up straight and pulled out his final gift. Felix eyed the little box with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Yn?” he said.

You opened the top and revealed a beautiful, blue crystal rose. It shimmered in the dim lights as you presented it to him.

Felix only stared in disbelief. For a moment, you worried if your gift had failed. You bit your lip and held your breath.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box, the same color as the one nestled in the palm of your hand. The top lifted to showcase a second crystal rose, this one bright red and detailed.

You stared in disbelief. You both got each other the same gift.

“I was waiting for the right time during the movie to give it to you,” Felix said.

“Felix, this is beautiful,” you said breathlessly.

“I think you’re giving me the prettier one,” Felix pointed out.

“No way, do you see how bright mine is?”

“Not as bright as mine, plus look at how it shimmers.”

You exchanged the crystal roses, the movie playing in the background long forgotten.

“Mine is gorgeous,” he said. “but you know, your eyes are shine even brighter.”

He set the rose on the table and crawled towards you, pushing you down on the couch.

“We have one more way to settle the score, and see who wins this valentine’s day.”

You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

“Final round?” you asked.

He nodded as he kissed down your neck.

*He smirks confidently before leaning in to capture your lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His hands slide slowly up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts through your shirt. He pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips.

“But don't think I'll let you off easy either. I plan to savor every single moment with you all night long.”

Felix began trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down the column of your throat. He was so good at this, every touch was precise and calculated to make you melt.

You slid your hands down his perfect body, palming him through his pants. He moaned against your skin, rolling his hips into you.

“We’re going to need more than this,” he said.

Feverishly his hands worked down your shorts. You were quick to follow, keeping his lips on yours as you undid his belt.

You were already wet for him, his fingers slipping into you with ease. With his other hand, he held your jaw in place. His lips moved against yours perfectly. He was already winning, only a few touches from him had your mind hazey and drunk.

You tried to focus on getting your hand to his dick, but before you could he already lined up. Your moans as he thrust into you just right told he already won, but he was too competitive to let you off yet.

The two of you went on until you were out of breath, and it was no surprise that Felix had won the valentine’s battle once again.

“How do you feel, love?” he asked, breathing heavily on top of you.

“I feel so incredibly lucky,” you whispered.

“I won yeah?” he said, lifting his head slightly.

“Alright, alright, but being second is still silver.”

“Dont say it.”

“At least it isnt-“

“yn!”

“BRONZE!”

Felix shouted and started playfully wrestling you. You fought back until you both fell off the couch and landed with a thud.

Felix’s hands squeezed your body everywhere he could reach, you kicked your legs trying to break free. You were laughing so hard your stomach ached.

“I love you Felix,” you said, holding your stomach.

“I love you more~” he said back.

this is so late but i really wanted to post it (just pretend its valentines day) ((also pretend there’s no errors))

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Another perspective

Episode six

"Text: regular talking

'Text': regular thinking

"Text": Saiki talking telepathically

'Text': Saiki thinking

Previous episode

ATTENTION! You might want to rewatch episode six of The Disastrous Life of Saiki K before reading to fully understand the events.

Summary: Episode 6 in L/N Y/N's perspective.

Today Y/N was preparing for movie night with Kusuo. Y/N knew that today, Saiki was going to spend his allowance on coffee jelly so they decide to make a couple different cookies instead.

Kurumi always loved their cake-box cookies, Kuniharu likes white-chocolate macadamia nut, Kusuo like double chocolate cookies and Y/N just liked eating what they made. So they decided to make all of them if Kusuo’s parents wanted to sit want participate in movie night too.

When Y/N got inside the Saiki’s residence they walked into Saiki sitting at the kitchen table with the brightest, happiest face while eating coffee jelly.

“Well I’m glad I didn’t make coffee jelly, this time,”

Saiki then looked up at Y/N almost pouting.

“I had a feeling you’d spend your allowance on coffee jelly so I made a ton of cookies instead.” Y/N smiled and lifted up the lid on their tray to show off the array of cookies they baked.

Kusuo’s sad face then turned into a sweet smile and everything was alright again.

—————————————————————————

“What, you went to the house of fortune telling Chio?” “It was amazing! They told me I’d finally be able to break up with Takeru and find a new boyfriend!” Yumehara beamed.

“Takeru, you’ve been to the house of fortune telling?” “Ya it was great, they said me and Chio would make up and find happiness.”

“Well both fortunes can’t be true.” “Guess that’s a dud, if there really was a real fortune teller it would be so cool!” Y/N half complained, half speculated

“How naive, fortune telling is a ridiculous fantasy concocted on false profits trying to pry on the weak minded.” Kaido commented.

“For once me and you agree on something.”

“Anyway there are more important things happening. Come with me after school, haven’t you noticed? There’s a strange aura and Dark Reunion’s behind it.”

“That’s just a ridiculous fantasy you concocted. Don’t you have anyone else to ask to go with you.”

“Buddy! Did you hear about the new telling of fortune stuff?”

“It’s called the house of fortune telling and I’m sick of hearing about it.”

On Saiki’s way home, he came across the house of fortune telling. ‘So this is it?’

“How was it Kiyomi?” “Okay get this! They said that Kento Yamazaki’s fate is destined to mix with mine!”

“Oh hey look, it’s Kaido. Why is he here? Didn’t he say this stuff is bogus a couple hours ago?” Y/N whispered to Saiki.

“I don’t care about his excuses but their fortune telling seems suspicious.” Saiki commented back.

“Ah! She said I will go out with Kento Yamazaki!”

“Kento Yamazaki has two girl friends now.”

“Either it’s real and Yamazaki is a player or it’s fake and the only modern day celebrity she knows is Kento Yamazaki.” Y/N said amused.

“Next in line”

“We’re already here, might as well check this place out.”

“Hey Kaido! Do you mind if I go in with you? I’m rather curious and I think it’d be fun!” Y/N said trying to be charming.

“Oh L/N! I just want to warn them about Dark-”

“Okay how about we do it together then?” Y/N said while linking their arms and leading Kaido into the room with them.

“Welcome to the house of fortune telling, please have a seat.”

“Okay…” “Sure thing.” Kaido and Y/N then sat side by side.

“My name is Mikiko Clairvoyance and it is a true pleasure to read you two today. What made you come here seeking my advice?”

“Nothing in particular really, just curiosity ,” Y/N spoke for both of them.

“Oh my, I’m getting a very special aura from you. You’re no ordinary boy are you? I sense you have special powers.”

‘Now that he’s reacted like that she sees right through him.’ Y/N and Saiki thought.

“And you… I sense that you are ordinary but you have a big secret. Perhaps a secret between you and a friend or you and yourself. I can tell you have close relations to a very special person as well.” The woman said addressing Y/N.

‘Does she mean me?!’ Kaido blushed furiously.

“Mh, perhaps, but doesn’t everyone keep secrets? And for all I know you could be thinking me and Kaido here are dating or that my neighbor’s mom is a demon. You’ve got to be more specific, being general will get you no where.” Y/N replied smoothly, almost as if they were a character in a show being interviewed.

Kaido was in awe of Y/N smooth talking and was still pretty flushed at the thought of them dating.

‘That was quite the reaction. Hasn’t Kaido dated any- never mind.’

“Something is troubling you right?”

“How did you know?!”

“Let me tell you what it is, a romantic dellema……… is not the problem, so concerns about school or your future… are also not what’s troubling you but relationships with your friends…”

The woman paused a little bit longer on the first problem while looking between Y/N and Kaido, Y/N was looking back at her and Kaido was still blushing and looking sideways at Y/N, but she knew she could get a better reaction so she carried on. And she was right, on the last suggestion he gasped and made a funny shocked face.

“Yes thats it! I am getting a strong sense that your sense of distress has something to do with friendship!”

“How did you know?!”

‘You make it too easy’ Y/N and Kusuo thought plainly.

“Yes you’re right, that is the source of my distress. You see, I’m actually have super powers that…….”

‘This is gonna be a minute….’ Y/N thought.

“I’m used to fighting evil, but fighting solitude, that’s the hardest part. I have no friends- I mean comrands to rely on…”

“Oh Kaido… you could have told me that a long time ago, then you wouldn’t have to be so alone dear,” Y/N said while slowly rubbing Kaido’s back comfortingly.

‘I know we aren’t really close but I don’t want him spending money to try and get some when he already has me, Nendo, and Kusuo.’ Y/N thought.

“Oh uh, I guess I should have….” Kaido said blushing again and looking away from Y/N.

“You’re looking for someone to understand you am I right? Well that’s the wrong approach, you must understand them first. And I get a feeling that the people you are looking for are already close by so with thi-” the woman tried to get Kaido to spend money on things but Y/N caught on to early and interrupted her.

“I agree Kaido. How about we get about of here and we can schedule something with Nendo and Saiki hm?” Y/N said gently looking into Kaido’s eyes.

“Oh um, sure.” Kaido said awkwardly.

“Thank you miss, we’ll be going now.” Y/N said as they got up and started to walk out. Kaido was close behind following Y/N like a puppy.

“That was interesting wasn’t it?” Y/N said looking to Kaido.

“It was!” Kaido replied a little flustered.

“Hm, well, I’ll see you tomorrow ya?”

“Yes! I’ll see you tomorrow…..”

“Bye Kaido,” Y/N smiled and waved goodbye, leaving Kaido to find Saiki.

“You didn’t have to do all that you know?” Saiki said.

“Well I didn’t want him spending all his money to get what he already has, that’s just sad and cruel. And I doubt I really did anything, it’s nothing Kaido won’t forget in a week, right?” Y/N replied. Saiki only hummed in response.

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“Are we there yet?”

“Oh! Fancy meeting you here Saiki!” Teruhashi said to Saiki.

“OH WOW” Nendo and Kaido yelled.

“What are you boys up to today?”

“Well Nendo said he knew of a good ramen shop so he’s taking us there now!”

“Ya we’re gonna pig out- I mean eat like gentlemen.”

“Oh ramen sounds good! Do you mind if I invite myself to tag along with you? Oops, I hope I’m not being overly pushy.” Teruhashi asked the group.

‘Tell me why I’m here again,’

‘Cause you wanted Kaido to get friends,’ saiki respond to Y/N telepathically.

“I don’t have a problem with it. Do you have a problem with it?”

“Nono not at all!”

‘Seriously,’ ‘Why are those two being so weird?’ Y/N and Saiki thought consecutively.

“Oh wow, just look at her!” “So pretty!” “Oh wow!”

“I never pegged you for a ramen girl,” Nendo tried to make an attractive face.

“Say Kaido, why do you always wear those bandages on your hands?” Teruhashi asked.

“It’s to keep my powers in check!” Kaido responded.

“Uh powers? Sorry I’m afraid I don’t understand what powers you’re referring too.” Teruhashi commented.

“It’s actually just something that happened by accident!….” He replied all flustered.

‘I didn’t know it was possible for Kaido to take those off.’ Y/N thought.

“Ah, we’ve arrived. There’s the ramen shop.”

‘I can’t tell if I like his voice like that or if I hate it.’

“Oh wow,” Teruhashi dead panned at the honestly moldy looking shop.

“I hear their ramen is like crazy good. My friend’s cousin’s ex dog walker said it’s good so gotta be good.”

“Ya I wouldn’t trust a rundown shop to feed me anything, that’s just begging for food poisoning.” Y/N commented generally.

“Something urgent just came up-”

“Are you out of your mind man?! She’s got class so there’s no way she’s gonna eat at a place like that! You don’t really want to eat in this run down rat hole do you Teruhashi?”

“I’m okay, with this place.” she responded looking like a corpse.

“Whoa! You’re sure you’re okay with this?” Kaido asked Teruhashi again.

“Ya, I’m fine with it.”

“Ah! What is this place, it’s filthy! Hey seriously, don’t feel pressured to stay.”

“I’m fine. Taste is what matters.” Teruhashi responded cheerfully.

‘Health and safety is what matters.’ Y/N thought honestly shocked with Teruhashi.

“Hey, I don’t think I can eat now. I’m visiting my grandparents later and they will pester me to eat their food until I’m overly full. So I think I should save my stomach space for later tonight. You guys order with out me.” Y/N was quick enough to make a good excuse to get out of eating. Saiki was a little jealous he didn’t think of that.

“Yo! Mr manager! Four ramens!”

“Four ramens coming up.”

“Here you go”

“Noodle time!”

‘Oh wow’ the whole group thought.

The only person to actually eat the food was Teruhashi, but she looked pretty sick walking out of the shop.

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Next episode

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I didn’t really have any ideas to add it the last two segments about Toritsuka and the gym cloths or the precognition and explosion so I left it out of this episode.

[engie-ivy]

(December time! Festive fics! Trigger warning: mentions of assault, but nothing graphic. Happy ending though🙂)

1257 words.

When his friends are forced to spend Christmas without Sirius, all they can do is hope for a Christmas miracle.

Until You're Home Again

It’s Gonna Be a Cold Cold Christmas - Dana Scallon

“Hello love,” Remus leans over and kisses Sirius’ cheek. “It's cold outside. You would be freezing, stubbornly insisting on still wearing that leather jacket of yours.”

He takes off his coat and hangs it over the chair, rubbing his hands together to get some warmth in them. Before he sits down, he trails his fingers gently across Sirius’ cheek.

“Oh, before I forget.” He rummages through his coat pocket. “Mary baked you a batch of your favourite cookies. I'll just put them here beside you, so you can eat them when… when you can, okay, love?” His hand trembles slightly as he places the box on Sirius’ bedside table.

“Christmas is coming up soon, you know? I haven't put up the tree this year.” He chuckles. “I can just imagine how you would scold me for my lack of Christmas cheer, wouldn't you, love?”

The only response he gets is the steady beep of the machine.

Lily slides into the chair across from Remus and passes over a hot chocolate. “How was he today?”

Remus shrugs, fiddling with the lid of his cup. “The same, I guess. At least it's not worse, but it's not… better either.”

Lily sighs. “I'm sorry. And any news on the upcoming trial?”

“Our lawyer has suggested postponing,” Remus replies, still staring at his cup. “She says that if we wait, maybe we can charge them with murder instead of attempted murder or aggravated assault.” He swallows. “And I want them to get the maximum sentence, of course I do, but…” He looks up and meets Lily's eyes. “I don't want to lose him. I can't… Oh god, I can't lose him, Lily.” His voice breaks towards the end.

A determined look appears on Lily's face. “She's a lawyer, not a doctor! Whatever she has to say about Sirius waking up or not doesn't matter!”

Remus averts his eyes again. “The doctors aren't giving me much hope either. All they're saying is that they had hoped Sirius would've shown more signs of consciousness by now.”

Lily reaches over and squeezes Remus’ hand. “You should come over to our place after visiting hours tomorrow. It's Christmas Day, and we're all getting together.”

“I don't know, Lils,” Remus replies. “I'm not really in the mood for a celebration.”

“Remus John Lupin,” Lily says sternly. “If you think that we're all merrily going to be singing Christmas carols around the Christmas tree while Sirius is in the hospital in such a state you are sorely mistaken!” She lowers her voice. “We're all going to be miserable. We just figured we could be miserable together.”

“I'm sorry, Lily,” Remus says. “Of course you're not…” He shakes his head. “I'm sorry, and I'd love to come over tomorrow.”

Lily smiles at him. “And who knows, maybe we'll get a Christmas miracle.”

1 year later

“Oi! Those cookies are for tonight!” Mary snatches the box away.

“Awww, come on, Mary,” Sirius pouts. “Last year I wasn't able to eat any. I have to make up for lost time.”

“Sirius Orion Black. Are you using what happened to you as a way to get cookies?”

“It depends,” Sirius says. “Is it working?”

“Dammit, yes, it is.” Mary hands him back the box.

James and Lily come out of the kitchen, just as Marlene and Dorcas arrive. “Dinner is in the oven,” James says. “And should be ready within half an hour.”

“Marls, look!” Sirius says, as Marlene kisses his cheek to greet him. He lifts up his right arm almost over his head. “I almost have full range of motion back in my arm!”

“That's amazing!” Marlene beams at him. “All your hard work in physical therapy is really paying off!”

“And I went to the supermarket on my own yesterday,” Sirius adds.

“Mate, I'm so proud of you!” James places a hand on Sirius’ shoulder as he smiles at him even brighter than Marlene.

Sirius huffs. “You two saving lives in the Emergency Room on a daily basis, acting all proud just because I went to a supermarket.”

“Our jobs have nothing to do with how hard you've been working in exposure therapy,” James says sternly. “What we do for a living doesn't take anything away from your hard-earned progress.”

“Yes,” Marlene agrees. “You're actually facing your fears, which is the most difficult thing anyone can do.”

“And he's not the only one,” Lily whispers, looking at Remus.

Remus bites his lip, because she isn't wrong. Remus has been having… not the easiest time himself.

Sirius needs to learn by exposure that it's safe for him to go outside on his own and he doesn't have to be afraid, and it won't be at all helpful for his progress if his boyfriend would prefer to lock him up inside a room where nothing bad can ever happen to him ever again. Sirius is working very hard in exposure therapy, and the last thing Remus wants is to make it more difficult for him by adding his own worries. Just like Sirius, Remus needs to learn nothing bad is going to happen when Sirius goes out on his own.

But then again, Remus didn't think anything bad was going to happen when Sirius went out for a run that one morning.

“This looks wonderful, James,” Fabian and Gideon say in unison, looking at the table covered with food.

Lily nudges James. “Make a toast, honey.”

Mary looks around the room threateningly, making Peter cower. “My make-up is on point today, so no one dare make me cry.”

James chuckles. “I'll keep it short then. Here's to Christmas Eve all together as it should be!”

Everyone holds up their glasses. “To Christmas Eve all together!”

But before they can all start to eat, Remus scrapes his throat and gets to his feet. “I actually have something to say as well.”

“I'm warning you, Lupin…” Mary says with a glare.

“Last year, I thought I was never going to spend Christmas with you ever again,” Remus speaks, turning to Sirius, who is, of course, sitting next to him. “And that made me realize I never want to spend Christmas without you ever again. Apparently, never leaving you out of my sight for a single moment is considered ‘unhealthy’ according to my therapist. So, since I can't glue myself to your side all day, at least I want to come home to you at the end of the day. Always.” Remus drops down to one knee and pulls out a square box from his inner pocket. He flips it open, displaying an elegant, silver ring. “Sirius Orion Black. Will you marry me?”

“Oh my god.” Sirius presses his hands to his mouth as tears well up in his eyes. “Rem…Really? I mean, are you sure?” He takes one of Remus’ hands in his own, the tears now streaming down his face. “I know I like to show how much better I'm doing, but the truth is, I'm still such a mess. Gods, Rem, I can barely go outside by myself! Are you sure you want to be dealing with all of that?”

“One hundred percent,” Remus replies instantly, though his voice is a little choked by the emotions. “Everything. Forever.”

Sirius searches Remus’ eyes for a moment. “Yes,” he then says. “Yes. Please, yes.” He lets himself fall forward into Remus’ arms.

“Damn you, Remus Lupin,” Mary sobs, mascara streaks running down her cheeks.

“Sorry,” Remus says, but he actually isn't sorry at all. Not with his Christmas miracle in his arms.

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Hand on Heart ( jake seresin x singlemom! reader )

CHAPTER TWO

Summary: the first week come and goes as she meets more members of the dagger squad except of the mystery hangman til she and belle are invited showing the blonde that she wasnt just a mom and the blonde starts rethinking his no moms policy

warning : fluffy fluff

previous chapter

The week was standard enough  belle went to daycare each day was longer than the one before which meant y/n got more and more of the house unpacked and even invited nat over for lunch  a couple of times , well she invited the others but the woman said they couldn’t make it leaving out the part she threatened them not to come over .   then she also met them again at same fast food place this time it was two new faces she learned was coyote and payback apparently the elusive hangman was on a date  one of many from what she gathered he sound like a bit of a playboy of sorts  . then saturday she and belle was invited to the beach with the gang . now she was spending the morning baking away because well her grandmother taught her better than to show up empty handed . nat did tell her guys played some weird kind of football but she was happy to sit with nat and belle to sandcastle or play in the water. 

The dagger squad  where setting up their things while nat and rooster laying down some bucket and stuff as well as beach umbrella into the sand completely perplexing jake seresin who was checking out the beach babe beauties .  

“ what are y’all doing?” . 

“ setting up space for belle so it not too hot obviously “ rooster rolled his eyes. 

“ oh so mommy and me is coming today?” he teased . 

“ hey she actually cool chick , she gave me tips on how to fix my car “ javy smiled . 

“ well i’m sure shes a peach but moms are messy “ he shrugged. 

“ actually not too messy we carry wet wipe all time but thanks for the observation cowboy” the voice called as he turned . 

“ ignore him, hey look we set up a belle  patch …  we kinda went overboard “ nat wince looking around at the toys on the ground . 

“  wow you did but y’all didn’t have to, thank you ,   i brought cookies and cupcakes “ she held the bag up . 

“ you must be bagman  “ she turned to the blonde .

“ it’s Hangman or Jake and you must be the mom i’ve been hearing about ?” he smiled, maybe the mom thing wasn’t too bag after all . 

“ Well cowboy don’t worry about this mom you're not my type so you're safe “ she  shook his hand before seeing belle already running towards rooster excitedly falling in the sand a couple of times before changing her mind and going to nat instead much to the man's disappointment. 

“ told you she’s too smart for you guys  seems like so is belle “ nat cheered and she twirled with the toddler in her arms . 

“ I didn't mean offense by the way ?” Jake called. 

“ none taken seriously don’t worry about it i ain’t gonna cry because a life size ken doll doesn’t like me that way, i ain’t looking for love either  “ she snorted as the others laughed.  “ now that out of the way would ya like a cookie or a cupcake “ she opened the boxes already knowing which one belle was after handing her a cupcake as she sat near  rooster who chose the same as well as a cookie. 

“ shit these are so good “ fanboy groaned . 

“ language around the baby” rooster hissed as  he covered her ears . 

“  i’m glad you like em , my grandmother would roll in her grave if she knew i showed up empty handed “ she chuckled taking her own out  sitting on towel  . “ so y’all playing football thing ?” she asked . 

“ yeah if you wanna play i can sit here with belle “ rooster offered only for jake to snort . 

“ i think i might “ she narrowed her eyes  at the blonde . “ how do you play “ she whispered to nat . 

“ you sure you wanna do this , i mean it not some pta thing or playing with blocks ” jake teased. 

“  i grew up with boy cousins and two  brothers  who didn’t see gender roles in their rough play ,i can take you on anytime cowboy ken” she crouched . “ plus ain’t size of dog it the fight of it “ she winked as Mav blew the whistle just as fanboy threw her the ball jake barrelled towards her she was veering to the left watching him  easily already heading that way before skimming the blonde and hitting right to throw the ball to payback who then score just as jake hit the sand . “ need a wet wipe “she chuckled holding her hand out for him to take . 

“ lucky first shot is  all “ he took her hand going to pull her down with him but she pulled her hand back making him fall back again . 

“Oldest trick in the book tic tac toe“ she stuck her tongue out as jake laughed. 

“ ok come on we get her this time “ was probably javy’s favorite sentence of the game til she with help of payback and fanboy scored the winning goal . before she heading over to  nat who looked happy with the sleeping toddler on her chest .  as she took her her shorts and tshirt off to lay on the sand an let the heat hit her skin as well as the fact her clothes where drench in sweat from the game what she didn’t see was the guys reaction to the show and had jake really rethinking his whole deal on single moms . while two sit on sand talking away while guys played couple of games . 

“ we’re heading hard deck soon for lunch ,  penny got some juice and things for little miss there when your ready join us “ Mav smiled . 

“ oh thank you  isn’t the hard deck a bar though ?” she asked sort of wide eye .

“ we have lunch the weekends before she opens  “ nat reassured her . 

“ ok well i better take her off of you get her into her carseat” she went to grab her only for nat to stand belle still sleeping soundly . 

“ it’s a two minute walk from here literally across the car park “ she walked ahead.  

“ ok i’ll just grab a clean shirt out of my car “ she snorted as the guys helped her pack up her stuff . 

“ amelia will probably offer her babysitting services  just to warn you and penny’s been dying to meet belle” Mav  smiled carrying her bag to the guys disappointment .  

“ y’all are very welcoming out here “  her eyes watching rooster talking to a now confused and dazed  belle slight reminding her of her brothers  in away making her miss them . 

“ so you said you have brothers?” Mav asked. 

“ two big ones  , both in navy funny enough , one is stationed in texas and another is deployed “ she smiled softly .

“ are you guys close ?” he asked . 

“ very  i mean  we had other family but it was mainly three of us with our grandparents then my grandfather passed away when i was 13 so our grandma raise us “ she smiled sadly. 

“ your parents ?” mav asked. 

“ Well not really parents got their own things going on i guess but we didn’t miss out on anything our grandma was a saint , sometimes  slightly scary woman “ she chuckled. 

“ sorry that was probably over the line asking “ he winced . 

“ nah it’s ok  i ain’t shamed of my upbringing  actually proud of it  , we would of been deemed lost causes to rest of the world but showed them different “ she smiled brightly. 

“  well i’d say their proud of you now , your brothers i mean “  . 

“ oh they are i mean  they are both trying to get stationed here, benny is more so  he’s the oldest and kai is the middle who is deployed somewhere in the pacific  and then i’m baby who is adorable and  sweet as a peach “ she joked . 

“ hey peach suits you think we found your callsign kiddo “ mav chuckled ruffling her hair . 

“ who got call sign?” bob asked . 

“ peach here , sweet as a peach “ mav nudged her. 

“ i regret bringing that up “ she grimaced. 

“ well get over it apple “  jake smirked. 

“ will do hopscotch “ she ran up to see belles lip wobble . 

Walking into the hard deck she was little nervous meeting more people but the moment she seen Penny Benjamin's warm smile  those nerves melted away .  She was eager to win Belle over seemed as though they all did during the lunch even jake decided to get in on it ultimately him and nat were favorites for awhile  til she got upset and started calling for  “roo” .  honestly she thought the man was going to cry with the excitement . she even got in a few games of pool to which jake got his comeback and beat her at .  the guys also agreed to come over help with the last few things she needed to  do in the house and Amelia indeed offered her babysitting services.

She was barely even awake when she heard the knocking on her door soft glow of the morning sun coming through the window she checked to see belle still undisturbed on the monitor  .  she barely had time to wipe the sleep out of her eyes when she padded her way down the hall . stretching as she pulled open the door to see the dagger squad standing on her porch bright eyed . 

“Are y’all ok it like … what time is it “ she groaned leaving the door open for them to come in and follow. 

“ it’s ten  wait shit i though babies wake early so figured you’d be awake “ rooster winced. 

“ nah she still asleep really tuckered her out yesterday  i’ll  guess i’ll get breakfast started and coffee “ she stretched out . 

“ is the kiwi not a morning person ?” jake called she didn’t need to even look at the man to know he was smug and smiling at her. 

“ nah monopoly i ain’t , now who wants pancakes” she turn as a show of hands raised up only for her to hear a cry coming down the hall .  “ let me get princess belle and i’ll get breakfast started “ she yawned more before heading down the hall only this time one pair of eyes where following her. 

“ next time we don’t listen to rooster … the baby expert “ nat rolled her eyes  following down to apologize .

“ this place is cool , she was telling me she'd been fixing it up while belle was in daycare and nat  been saying same she even helped her paint and stuff “ bob  told them all as they stood waiting . 

“ what she need our help for ?” jake asked looking around bob was right she made the little space like home such a short of time it was cozy he could see himself relaxing after hard day . 

“ she doesn’t but we offered to help our new co worker and friend out “  rooster shrugged . 

“ also helping the hot mom out works too “ payback whispered just as sound of little feet came running down the halls stopping looking up at the men staring down . 

“ jake “ she squealed holding her little arms out to the man . 

“ hey little lady  love the crazy do this morning “ he chuckled lifting her up , her hair out like a birds nest as her little hands rubbed her eyes  .

 “ like her moms it would seem “ rooster snort and y/n was currently  fixing her hair back up on top of her head and out of her face. 

“   you still look beautiful though” bob smiled shyly. 

“ for that you get extras “ she patted the WSO’s cheeks as he stood a little taller.  All following into the kitchen as nat moved around easily being the only one of the group who was actually ever in the space.  She began pulling it all out as jakes eyes widen as excitement took over the man seeing the stuff  his home state sitting right on the counter . 

“ shit where  you get that i haven’t found any of that stuff here” he smiled . 

“ i brought  a lot  kinda scared i wouldn’t find it here my brother  said he’s gonna bring more up when he visit i’ll ask him bring extra for you but i don’t know when that will be “  her back turned cutting up some fruit as nat was making everyone coffee . moving around the large men around the kitchen sitting the little plate on counter grabbing the bottle of milk nat handed her .  “ thank you gorgeous lady “ she winked taking belle out of the blondes arms before placing her in her highchair handing her the bottle and plate . 

“ i’ll watch her while your doing that “ rooster offered . 

“ thank you chicken” she cooed  making him blush . 

“ you don’t do that when hangman calls you chicken “ fanboy whispered. 

“ she’s prettier and has better accent than hangman  , hers doesn’t sound condescending either” he shrugged. 

All eyes watching  like they’d never seen how a breakfast was made such fascination  while she was talking about how excited she was to finally start working with them all . it was strange how close she already felt with the group after a short amount of time .   she was already picking up mannerisms of each individual , each persona of each member of the dagger squad.  

“ thank you peach “ each member called as she place their plate in front of them bar jake  who said “ thank you banna “ 

“ you know your gonna run out of fruit bop it “ she chuckled . 

“ your gonna run out of games “ he shoot back  taking a  forkful of food nearly falling in his seat shit he was really start to rethink his policy on single moms now .

next chapter

[daydreamingyuta]

Baking Christmas Cookies | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, boyfriend!mark surprises you by planning a baking Christmas cookies date wc: 1,351

Spending your first December with Mark as your boyfriend was already better than you could have imagined. On December 1st he surprised you with an advent calendar he made for you. You felt like a little kid again because as soon as you woke up, you couldn't wait to see the little present Mark has gifted you today.

You hop out of bed and throw on your fuzzy socks to keep you warm before you go downstairs into the kitchen. You make eye contact with the advent calendar that's sitting on your kitchen table, begging to be opened. You resist though, deciding to make some coffee first.

Your coffee machine whirs as it pours into your mug. You add your creamer and sugar and just as you're about to take your first sip, you hear your phone ding. You pick it up from the counter and see that it's from Mark.

Mark: Good morning :) did you open day five yet? Y/n: I'm just about to!

As soon as you hit send, you head over to the calendar. Mark is clearly excited for you to see what's inside, so you knew it had to be something good. It takes you a minute to find day five, as all the days are jumbled and out of order. You finally find it though and notice that it's the smallest box out of the whole calendar.

You wonder what could possibly be in the tiny box, and are only left more confused when you do open it. All that's in there is a piece of paper folded up about ten times. You unravel it, expecting a note to be written on it and you were correct.

"We're baking Christmas cookies today ♡"

Your heart jumps at the idea of baking with Mark, an activity you have yet to do with him. You immediately grab your phone and text Mark about how excited you are.

Y/n: There's nobody I would rather bake Christmas cookies with Mark! Mark: 🥹 samee

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Hours go by as you two both complete your tasks for the day, the thought of baking getting you through your work. Mark had informed you that he already had all the ingredients ready so all you had to do was come over to his place.

You were ecstatic about all the things Mark has been doing for you recently, but a part of you couldn't help but feel slightly bad. Since the advent calendar gift was a surprise, you didn't make him one. It felt wrong that he was showering you with gifts, while he won't get any until the 25th.

You decided to solve this issue by going into the store real quick before you left for his house. This last minute gift wasn't going to be extravagant or anything, but at least he would have something fun to open tonight.

You scoured the department store, Christmas music blaring in the background, until you spotted the perfect gift. Even though you had never baked with Mark before, you knew him well enough to know that he was more than likely going to end up spilling flour all over himself. So, the forest green apron with hand-stitched poinsettias all over was what you were going to get him.

Luckily, you had given yourself enough time to go home and wrap the gift before you actually have to leave.

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As the sun was starting to set, it was getting progressively colder out. You dressed yourself in a red off-the-shoulder sweater and a cream skirt with tights to keep you warm. You would usually just bake in your pajamas, but dressing up for Mark was always so much fun, especially since his compliments were always so sweet and left you with the biggest, goofiest smile on your face. Plus, Mark happened to really love this sweater on you, considering how he reacted the last time you wore it.

You hide Mark's gift behind you, as you knock on his front door. Almost like Mark was already waiting right by the door, he opened up right away. He was about to bring you into a hug, but then takes a step back as he notices your cute little outfit. He tilts his head at you and gives you his little smirk. "C'mon..."

"Do I look nice?"

He takes a step closer to you and cups your face into his hands. "Honestly, y/n. I have never in my entire life seen someone as beautiful as you." He squishes your cheeks and gives you a quick kiss to show just how much he adores you.

He un-squishes your cheeks and pulls you into a hug, rocking you back and forth like he always does. His eyes must have been closed because he hadn't noticed his present until he pulled away from the hug and you pulled it out. "For you."

"babyyy, I'm supposed to be the one spoiling you with gifts."

"We can both spoil each other." You say, leaning in and offering him an invitation to give you a kiss. Of course he happily takes the offer, pulling you in by your waist to get you closer.

Mark had suggested opening his present after you baked cookies, but since the gift was going to be perfect to wear while you were baking, you convinced him to open it now.

Mark tore into the present, revealing two Christmas aprons. He immediately puts it on and poses for you so you can judge how it looks and, of course, he looks adorable. "You're so cutee Mark."

"This is perfect for today! You got yourself one?" Mark say, pointing at the second one.

You nod your head and Mark helps you put it on. You grab the string so you can tie it around your waist, but Mark moves your hands away, wanting to do it for you.

Once you're all set, you finally start the activity you've both been looking forward to all day. Mark had already put out all the ingredients as well as put on the Christmas music, so you got started right away.

You two mixed all the ingredients together, following the recipe closely, wanting the cookies to turn out perfect. Just as you had expected, Mark had managed to spill some flour all over him, making a mess of the apron.

"Thankfully, I have the most amazing girlfriend who got me this apron so I didn't make a total mess."

"You're a lucky man, Mark Lee." You say, playing along.

"I really am y/n." Mark says, serious all of a sudden. "Like actually I am the luckiest guy in the world to have you."

Your heart melts because you know he means every word. You feel yourself start to tear up, so you bring your attention back to making the cookies. Never has anyone made you feel more loved and more special than Mark does.

Feelings of unworthiness cross your mind, but you quickly shut them down knowing that those thoughts would be heartbreaking to Mark if he ever found out.

Instead, you coat your fingertips with leftover flour and flick it at Mark for making you emotional.

"Woww. Here I am like pouring out my heart to you and this is how you act?"

"Because you're gonna make me cry!" You laugh, now feeling slightly back for flicking flour at him. You go to wipe off his face, but you use the hand with flour still on it and end up smearing more onto him. "I'm making it worse." You say, laughing harder.

"You're doing it on purpose." He says, wrapping his arms around your waist as he takes a few steps backwards. You lift your sleeve up to his face to fully get the flour off. "All clean?"

You nod your head and Mark pulls you into a kiss. You melt into him, your heart so full it feels like it could burst. "You know, some hot chocolate would go perfect with our cookies."

"Then we have to stop getting distracted and actually make the cookies." You say, not moving from his grasp.

"but you're my favorite distraction, baby."

[bateman-whore]

The average winter day with the slashers!

Today was the first day of snowfall where I am so I just thought it would be fitting lol

Enjoy

Micheal Myers

I don’t think he would hate winter and snow but definitely wouldn’t love it. He would probably see snow as more of an inconvenience.

Gets annoyed when you try and mess with the thermostat.

“It’s not like you’re freezing to death”

You trying to convince him to go outside and play in the snow.

Him eventually caving in and complaining about it the whole time.

But he secretly enjoying spending time with you even if it’s in the snow.

Jason Voorhees

Hates snow!

Lowkey kinda terrified of it.

Stays inside all day watching Christmas movies with you.

Yes those movies may be mildly out dated and probably on VHS but it’s ok

He would make the best hot chocolate known to man

If you ever convince him to go outside he’d probably really enjoy making snowmen and making a small army of them outside the cabin.

Billy Loomis

SNOWBALL FIGHTS CONSTANTLY

You always being on guard, never knowing if or when you will get pelted by snowballs

Sledding with Stu is a must.

Die Hard would definitely be his favorite Christmas movie

Stu Macher

Him always forgetting to put a hat or gloves on before going outside.

You having to remind him every time.

Him still forgetting lol

“Babe I’m cold”

“I wonder why”

Him constantly getting sick because of it and you having to nurse him back to health only for the cycle to resume.

Vincent Sinclair

He loves the winter.

Constantly looking out the window, painting the scenery.

Bro turns into an icicle easily so he’s probably clinging onto you for warmth.

Always under a mountain of blankets. 

Bo Sinclair

Hallmark Man™️

Would definitely do all the cliché holiday/winter activities with you.

His favorite would probably be baking cookies and shit with you.

Speaking of Hallmark, he would never admit but he loves the cheesy Hallmark movies. 

Thanks for reading! If you have a request, my ask box should be open and I’ll try my best. Dividers and GIF are not mine.

[judespoets]

christmas confession | jobe bellingham

pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!reader

genre: angst/fluff

warnings: none

requested: yes!

word count: 1.08k

It was December 26th, Boxing Day, meaning your husband, Jobe had a football game today.

Unlike Spain or Germany, English football continued over Christmas so there was always a chance you would be at home without Jobe on Boxing Day.

As you were sitting at home with your two children, Dylan, three years old, and Claire who just turned one, your husband was at the stadium with his parents and brother watching him.

It saddened you sometimes, that you couldn’t go and watch the game in person but Jobe and you were always very concerned about your privacy and since you became parents, that feeling of having to protect them only increased.

The public didn’t know anything about you or your children and most of the time, you were very content about that.

But recently, you and Jobe talked about making your relationship public, since it only became harder with the birth of your second child.

You never got the chance to properly go on a date or a stroll just the four of you, always scared about someone seeing you. And the urge of being able to love Jobe loudly only got bigger.

Especially on days like this, when his whole family was here, watching him, and the three most important people in his life weren’t able to.

So when the game ended in a draw, Jobe couldn’t ignore the interviews he had to give, given his man-of-the-match award. But deep down, all he wanted was to get home to you.

As he stood there, waiting for the reporter to ask his first question, his thoughts were on you, obviously watching the interview from home, he knew that.

“Jobe, Congratulations on your Man of the Match award. Are you happy with your performance today?” the reporter asked, starting the live interview.

“Overall, I think so. Of course, it’s always bitter to not take all three points with you but overall it was a good team performance today, yeah,” he answered, smiling slightly.

“How is it for you, playing on boxing day? I saw your family was here today. Is it easier like that?”

“Uhm, I do enjoy boxing day games to be honest if my family is here, yeah. It’s a big plus that Spain has off over Christmas, so it’s nice to have my brother here.” Jobe answered, only speaking about his public family.

“How is it with celebrating Christmas? Do you have time to wrap all the presents and celebrate much?”

“Since I always have training over the Christmas days, I mostly spend the Christmas day itself at home with my close family, to be honest. I’m lucky that my wife is keeping track of all the presents and the cookie baking with the kids.” He chuckled, but his soon eyes turned wide, mirroring your expression at home.

He just completely and accidentally confessed your whole relationship to the public, without even thinking about what he was saying.

“I-I’m sorry, can you cut that out?” Jobe asked, desperately looking at the reporter and the camera team behind him.

“This was life, Jobe. I’m sorry.” The reporter said, cameras being shut off already, sympathy evident in his voice.

“Oh… I- I gotta go, I’m sorry.” Jobe answered, hurriedly racing through the media people and racing to get to the car park where his family was waiting for him. He needed to see you, he knew you were watching and he needed to make this right as soon as possible.

As he rushed through the stadium he almost ran past his parents and Jude, too focused on getting home.

“Jobe!” Jude shouted, “What happened?” he asked as he saw his brother turn around.

“I fucked up. I need to get home.” Jobe explained, his teary eyes staring up at his older brother.

“Jobe, what’s wrong?” Denise cut in, suddenly growing concerned about her son.

“It slipped. In the interview. I slipped talking about Y/N and the kids. I fucked up bad, Mum.” he said desperately, regret evident in the way he spoke.

“Oh, Jobe” Denise sighed, “Go on then, we’ll see you tomorrow at lunch okay?”

“Yeah, thank you guys for coming today,” Jobe whispered the last part, feeling guilty about not being able to enjoy the rest of the night with his family.

As he arrived home, sprinting to the front door and unlocking it as quickly as he could, he arrived in the living room, standing breathless in the doorway.

The house was quiet, nothing unusual tho, since the kids should already be in bed at this time. But he felt it too, the mood was uncomfortable.

His eyes quickly scanned the kitchen and then the living room, spotting you, sitting unbothered on the couch, watching something on your phone.

“Babe?” He called out, walking towards you.

As you felt the couch dip beneath his weight, you looked up at him, your tear-streamed face hit him like a knife in the heart.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to tell, honestly. I just- I was thinking about you- and the kids, it just slipped, I never wanted to ruin what we had, I’m-“ Jobe rambled but was quickly interrupted by your voice.

“Jobe. It’s okay. It’s fine we talked about publicly announcing it, it just happened a little differently than we imagined.” You said, the scared tone in your voice betraying your words.

“Why were you crying if it’s okay?” Jobe whispered, his voice cracking just slightly.

“I-I’m just scared, Jobe. I’ve never been in the public eye, ever. I just- I have to get used to it I guess.” You explained, your voice growing quieter with each word.

“We’ll work this out, okay? You don’t have to be scared, baby. I’ll always be here and I will always protect you and the kids, always, with everything I own. We will work on this slowly, okay?” He said, his hand stroking your tear-strained cheek.

“Yeah, thank you.” You answered, leaning your face into his warm palm.

“I love you, baby. You don’t have to thank me. We’re together that's all that counts, okay?” He said quietly, pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head ever so slightly.

“Not too much damage’s done. They just know you have a wife and kids, not who or how many or for how long. I love you, Jobe.” You said, leaning into his touch, now feeling safer than ever.

[evanoxvt]

The struggles of disabled people without support at home.

I've been away from home for over a week. I have next to no expectations put on me here, but I still have my weekly physical therapy and both myself and Town Crier to take care of.

TC eats 3x a day and obviously, I need food too. My grandparents are cooking about one meal a day at a nearly consistent time, so I'm eating at least once a day consistently. At home, I was lucky if I ate a single meal a day.

I (sometimes) help with setting the table, which consists of paperplates, paper napkins, silverware, and glass cups. Since both me and my cousin help with this, I'm usually not doing any heavy lifting at all.

I spend part of the day downstairs and 'randomly' will go upstairs to lay down for awhile. Usually, after my mid day break upstairs, I bring my laptop downstairs and play some games until dinner and end there or resume playing until the end of the night.

No one critiques my daily routine. No one asks me to do more than I can. Everyone appreciates when I help out.

I was having trouble walking and standing yesterday because I did far too much the day prior, but because I spent the entire day resting I was able to contribute to cooking dinner and I cooked the pasta roni (~10 mins of intermittent standing required). I was able to play games and rest afterward without being yelled at for not doing more, and was even thanked for helping cook a portion of the dinner.

I have a funny sad thing to say about this: Somehow by being asked to do nothing, I've found I can do so much more than when I'm asked to do a tiny bit.

The shittiest part of this story, as random small bits put together as it is, is that I am more disabled when I'm asked to be functional, and less disabled when I can go at my own pace or back out if need be. At home I get asked to do things like empty the dishwasher (which is tons of light to heavy objects, Ina short period of time), vacuum (which is alot of heat, standing, walking, arm movement, a eight on my arm, back movement and back bending, navigation, balance, etc), cleaning things like the bathroom (which required detailed work for some parts plus moving all the things needed so they don't get in the way or touch the chemicals). I could go on and on and on but the point will get muddled if I write the entire list and every problem on every "basic chore" because the truth is that I need alot of breaks, a long period of time, and the option to back out of all of these things to be successful at it without seriously hurting myself. If I do too much today, it will affect me for multiple days. If I do too much for an entire week it will affect me for a month or more, etc. I sometimes feel really good like I did on Friday and accidentally over do it and need to be able to back down from most things for a period of time afterwards.

I normally can't make a box of pasta roni AND move anything heavy (like my laptop) on the same day at home because I'm always expected and forced to do so much more. I usually can't make cookies on days like today where I need to spend multiple hours at a time lying down in between short bursts of sitting or activity, but today I could because there's nothing else I have to do so spending potentially all of my energy is okay. Resting afterwards is okay. No one is upset because less than an hour after making cookies I had to lay down and still am. NO ONE said it's not okay. However if I go home cookies are a luxury therefore the logic goes that "if you can bake some cookies, you can do some dishes too". At home I wouldn't be able to make the cookies because it opens up the idea I'm able to do a ton of chores. I'm not okay right now, that's why I'm resting.

I feel like I'm ranting in circles at this point... but honestly I don't get why most people will see me do one "simple" (for them) thing and assume I'm okay to do things even they don't want to do because it takes up alot of energy... I really don't get it. My health sucks, it goes up and down all day long, all week long, and yet people want to pretend I'm making it up if I can do literally a single thing normal people can...

I hope my fellow disabled friends and people I haven't met yet find themselves in better social situations than me because this isn't okay in any way.

[charliehoennam]

dinner date

summary: David tries to compensate for his demanding job and swoons his girl

Pairing: David Loki x F!reader

Warnings: Fluff, language

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

David knows how you've been looking forward to this day the whole month. Ever since Crumble Crumbs opened up on main avenue, you've been counting down the days to try out the new café and bakery.

It's been a beehive since opening day, so you told him you wanted to wait a while for the hype to die down enough for you guys to enjoy a sweet little date without all the pushing and yelling.

Conyers was a small town. Nothing really new happens here, which happens to be one of David's favorite thing about it.

It's small enough for him to know almost everyone and to be predictable enough for his job.

Every grand opening in Conyers is the highlight event of the month and Crumble Crumbs has been no different; it's been the talk of the small town since then.

Everyone's been there, and word of their wide assortment of large, fresh cookies has been spreading like wildfire which only made you even more excited to finally try it.

The day is cold - sunny enough to enjoy it outside despite the winter season - as you and David walk down the sidewalk, hand in hand.

"They literally have every cookie you can imagine."

"I seriously doubt that. I mean, that's a lot of cookies. And who even is that obsessed about cookies?" David smirks, being his usual skeptical self.

"Who isn't?" You scoff playfully at him. "Cookies are seriously underrated desserts. They're crunchy and soft at the same time, not to mention salty and sweet too. They are the literally the ying and yang of desserts!"

"I'm pretty sure it's yin and yang, babe." He can't help but smile at your excitement.

"And there's a cookie for every season! Summertime? You got lemon cookies, lime cookies, coconut cookies. Fall? Snickerdoodle, peanut butter, s'mores and don't even get me started on chocolate chip."

"Alright, alright. Let's get a cookie in ya 'fore your lose your shit, cookie monster," he laughs opening the door for you.

You walk inside with a playful smack to his arm and giggle excitedly. The smell of the freshly baked goods strikes you immediately and wraps you in the warmest hug.

The café looks like as cozy as a scene from small town rom-com.

Little yellow lights strung across the ceiling glow warmly like candlelight against the pale, cold hue of the snowy streets outside that filters through the frosty windows. Bright green leaves planted on dark wooden boxes brighten the dullish red color of exposed bricks on the wall. Christmas stockings and decor hang against the dark teal bar beside the display cases of desserts.

"They got coffee in this joint?"

"Actually, they do. I'm gonna get a simple latte. How about you?"

"I'll join you and get one too."

"No black this time?" You smirk as your gloved hands lock together between you.

"You're rubbing off on me," he smiles and kisses your head. "Let's choose the cookies first and then I'll order the coffees so you can save us a table."

You and David work together to select different flavors to share between you both. You'd have one of every flavor if you could, but you know you wouldn't finish them all even with David's help.

He lets you choose first and he notices there's a a few you leave out. Not because you don't want to try them, but you feel like you should limit yourself. So, he makes a point in ordering the ones you'd left out and a couple of simple flavors he happens to love like the peanut butter and the classic chocolate chip.

You find a table to sit at near the window and take the cookies over to it as David soon follows with your lattes in hands.

Setting your gloves aside, you take turns choosing which cookies to try, chatting endlessly in between every bite and sip.

He just wants you to be happy today. He loves seeing you like this. He knows he doesn't spend enough time going on these little dates, letting routine to dominate your relationship.

He's always had trouble dating because of his job. There is no greater passion for him than helping people in need.

It's a subconscious deed that heals his inner child daily. He hadn't realized it until you pointed it out after he had told you about his rough upbringing one night.

Most of the women that came into his life felt it hard to compete with. His career always found a way of coming between his relationships until David eventually decided to give up on pursuing lasting relationships...until you came along and turned his world upside down.

At first, he didn't get his hopes up since he figured you'd eventually leave too. Only you didn't leave, nor did you hold it against him or make him feel guilty for his job.

Instead, you became his haven. His little peaceful cocoon to shelter him of all worries.

He admired that about you, the strength you had to understand and accept that your relationship wouldn't be as normal as others. Most of all, he was grateful that you still chose to stay with him knowing that.

He promised himself that he would always try his absolute best to make every rare second you had together as memorable as possible.

That's why he feels his heart sink in his chest when you both hear his cell phone ring in his pocket.

You smile at him and nod after seeing the regret on his face as he closed his eyes and exhaled sharply through his nose.

You assure him with a gentle smile and a hand on his arm that it's alright, that the call could be important or urgent. You know he wishes he didn't have to take it, but even days off aren't entirely free for him.

"I'm sorry, babe. I really am. I'll just be a minute. It- fuck," he sighs shaking his head as he reads the caller ID, recognizing it's his captain.

With reaffirming strokes of your thumb on his forearm, you already know from David's curt replies that he has to go in today.

The minute he hangs up, his heart is filled with dread.

"I'll get these to go while you bring the car around, yeah?"

He only nods and looks at you doey, apologetic eyes.

"Hey, it's alright... We can always come back. I'll make sure not to leave you any so we can come back soon," you smirk trying to poke some fun at him to ease his guilt.

He chuckles and nods as he gets his gloves back on.

"I'm taking this one with me" he says lifting the peanut butter cookie to his mouth as he stands with his latte in hand.

---

You barely see David the couple following weeks.

Despite being able to find incidental pockets of fleeting time in your schedules to just be together, David can't stop thinking about that date and all the others that he's had to cut short.

He's thankful that you're understanding of the fact that he takes his job very seriously, but he still wants to remind you of how much he loves and appreciates everything you do for him.

Dealing with an absent partner isn't easy at all and things between you aren't always perfect. His job really does take a toll on his mental health. He hadn't noticed how bad it was until the Dover-Birch case.

Convincing him to see a therapist to talk to wasn't very easy, but he realized it was necessary after Bob.

Although the girls were safe and Keller was found - fighting for his life in the cold damp hole Holly Jones forced him into - and treated at the hospital before being taken in custody, Bob and Alex were the ones that really haunted him afterwards.

The day Bob took his life repeated itself in his dreams.

Even in his sleep, he couldn't run from the stress of his job or from the failure that he felt he had been to Bob. And now, he felt like he was failing you too.

On those nights, he would wake up covered in cold sweat with hands that trembled uncontrollably. Looking over his shoulder as he’d sit up on the bed, he’d make sure he hadn’t woken you up. He’d just feel worse if he had, but sometimes when he did, you helped calm him down and he was grateful for the patience you had with him.

Having you was the only constant he had in his life. You gave him a reason to want to come home. You filled his bleak days with love and relief. You are what makes his house a home and the thought of losing you is absolutely terrifying.

Most of David’s romantic history consisted of one-night stands and short-lived relationships. Although he did really have feelings for the women, he’d had relationships with, it always ended the same way: with them leaving because they demanded more attention that his schedule simply couldn’t provide. And, even though he had tried to move things around to have more free time, it wasn’t enough for them.

David shut himself off from the world in that romantic sense after that. He felt he would only ever fail anyone he got with, so what was the point?

Then, you came along and proved him wrong. He knew he would never find anyone like you, so showing you how much you meant was important to him.

----

"Babe?" you call out.

You’re walking into the shared house you live in, sensing the delicious smell of your favorite dish wafting from the kitchen as you slide off your boots and hang your winter coat up alongside his.

"Ah, fuck" he winces lightly burning his hand on the handle of a frying pan., grabbing it in a hurry to set it on the back burner before the food in it could overcook. "In here, babe!"

Running cold water over the burn on his palm, he smiles proudly at you with a dish towel hung over his shoulder when you reach the kitchen, marveling at the romantic set dining table that was waiting for you along with lit tall candles, a bottle of your favorite wine and clean empty plates with thoughtfully arranged silverware resting upon a place mat.

"What's the special occasion?" you chuckle surprised.

He feels so proud watching you admire the effort he had put into making a simple night the most special.

"I finished the paperwork early. Worked through lunch, so I wanted to make you a special dinner, ya know?"

You grin, thanking him as he walks over drying his hands on the dish towel to grab the bottle to open it up and pour the maroon drink into a couple of glasses.

"I just wanted to do something for us... I know it's nothing special. Just dinner but…"

Your eyebrows narrow as you look at him curiously. He doesn't think it's enough to make up for his absence. He wishes he could do more because he knows you deserve more.

“But nothing. This is wonderful, Davie. Thank you so much” you complete and reassure him with a kiss. “You just made my day.”

Just knowing that he's gone out of his way to do something romantic reminds you of exactly why you stay. Under his stern facade, there's a heart of gold that he's learned to hide.

He doesn't reveal it to just anyone. He doesn't drop his guard and expose that vulnerable side with just anyone. He does that with you because he trusts you and he loves you so much.

Through these small acts of affection, you’re reminded that he’s pulling back yet another layer to let you in.

After quickly washing your hands, you take the glass offered to you. While you’re enjoying your wine, he moves around the breakfast bar to plate up the food.

Over dinner, you go on to share the highlights of your day.

Work isn't the most exciting part of your day, but every now and then, a couple things happen here and there and there’s always some gossip that you just have to share with David.

He listens to you with all his earnest attention because he loves listening to you. He could listen to you talk for days. He loves watching how excited you get to talk about your day, no matter how futile the little details seem to you because they’re details that were important enough for you to remember.

He’ll poke fun and let his sarcasm bleed through just a tad to make you laugh.

He doesn't stay silent though. He's a very honest person and he isn't afraid to share what he thinks in a carefully edited manner to avoid hurting feelings: a talent he's acquired over the years on the job.

He just adores watching how eager you get to share these things with him. His days are usually spent solving crimes that are sometimes incredibly daunting and hard to forget, so listening to you talk about your day reminds him why he decided to become a cop in the first place; to keep the town safe so genuine, kind-hearted people like you could enjoy your habitual everyday life in peace and safety.

When you ask him about his day, he's careful to leave the disturbing case details he had to type about the latest case he’d solved. Instead, he goes on to share a couple of stories shared by some of the beat cops from the job and personal lives.

They’re mostly stories about the weird situations brought on mostly by the drunks around town. One being about a crazy drunk in the holding cell stripping down and singing Chaka Khan’s ‘I’m Every Woman’. Another being about a mysterious and suspicious package that was delivered to a bank manager’s house that turned out to be a box full of dildos.

Hearing his laugh is almost like hearing angels sing. So rare, but still so refreshing to hear.  You can feel it chase away all the troubles of your day as the corners of his eyes wrinkle with each smile.

Neither of you seem to notice the time passing by. It must be the wine that he keeps filling your glasses with every time he notices they're running low.

Dessert sobers you both up quite a bit after dinner.

"I didn't make it myself, but we can pretend that I actually know something about baking" he laughs setting out the small cake of your favorite flavor from your favorite bakery.

You thank him with a grin and a kiss that he refuses to break.

You already know you want to show him how grateful you are and you know exactly how to show him what.

His kisses are warm, wet and flavored by the red wine and the sweetness of the cake as they meld against your own. He kisses you so passionately, the room seems to spin around your as his lips intoxicate you all over again.

You pull back, cradling his prickly cheeks in your hands to admire your boyfriend.

“I love you, Davie.”

“I love you too.”

[janicho88]

When It All Falls Apart -Chapter 8

Pairing- Jensen x ex!Padalecki Reader

Word count- 2,736

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N- I'm hoping the tags work this time, I typed them all out this time instead of copying them like the last two chapters. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

Series Masterlist

Once you arrive back in Austin after the 4th of July family trip, you have some cleanup to do.  There are now two trips worth of dirty clothes in your room, the car is a mess, and you should see what else you managed to collect in your suitcase.   You spend the rest of Tuesday evening working on those things.

Wednesday morning, Gen and Jared leave for L.A.  They have meetings out there with the studio for Walker today and tomorrow.  A few last minute things have to be hammered out before filming begins two weeks from today. 

When it’s time to get lunch for Tom, you go through the cupboards, but don’t find much that interests the two of you.

“Buddy, I think we might need a grocery store trip,” you tell him with a frown.

“Do we have to?” he whines.

“Unless you want to eat radishes for lunch.”

He shakes his head with such disgust you can’t help but laugh.  After grabbing your purse, the two of you are off to the store.  As you are pushing a cart down the first aisle, you pass the bakery section.  

“That cake looks good, doesn’t?” you ask your nephew who is riding in the front of the cart.

He just nods his head.  You pick it up and set it in the cart, along with some fruit that Gen isn’t growing in the garden, and a gallon of milk for Tom.  Going down the snack aisle, Tom sees the boxes of goldfish crackers.

“Those are Unca Jensen’s favorites.”

You look at where he’s pointing, and a sad smile appears on your face.  “You're right buddy, they are.”

“We should get some for when he comes over.”

“I don’t know if he’ll be over anytime soon though.”

“How come?  I miss him.”

“I get that buddy, I really do.”

“Why don’t we see him anymore?  I used to get to see you and him when you were workin’ like daddy.”

“He’s really busy right now.”

“Can we try and call him later?”

Looking at Tom giving you the dang puppy dog look he inherited from Jared, you find it very hard to say no.  But, you know you aren’t going to be able to dial that number.  

“I’m sorry buddy, but he can’t talk right now.  Maybe he’ll be able to when your dad gets back.”

He looks like he might tear up, so you let him get the box of goldfish to give to Jensen the next time he sees him.  Walking further down the aisle, you see a bag of cheddar popcorn, you throw that in the cart, then some pretzels.  Passing by the freezers, a new tub of ice cream joins the party.  Standing in the checkout, a few candy bars. 

Loading the car, you realize you really didn’t get much in the way of actual food for Tom’s lunch.  You stop and grab fried chicken and some mashed potatoes on the way home.  There’s plenty to have leftovers for dinner too.

The next day, the two of you take a trip to the park.   The pizza and ice cream you picked up on the way home was totally Tom’s idea, after you may have mentioned it to him.  Back at the house, there is pizza, breadsticks, cheese fries, popcorn, pretzels, cake, Oreos, and some fresh baked cookies spread out on the table in front of the couch. Tom picks out Hercules and the two of you settle in to watch and pig out.

About halfway through the movie, you look over at your nephew still munching on popcorn.  “Hey Tom, do me a favor and don’t tell your parents we ate all this. Okay?”

“Okay, Aunt Y/N.”

“Thanks.”

The movie is over and you are working on cleaning up all the food when the front door opens.  You quickly get Tom behind you as you are slowly moving forward to get a peek at the entrance when your brother comes into sight.

“Hey gang!” He greets you both.

“Daddy!”

“Jare, I didn’t think you were coming back until later tonight.”

“The meetings went quicker than anticipated, and we found an earlier flight.”

“Great,” you tell him, slowly looking back over your shoulder.

Gen comes walking up behind you, having entered from the back and gone through the kitchen.  “Did we have a party guys?  There’s a lot of food here.”

“Guess what we had to eat?” Tom excitedly tells her everything he had the last two days.

“Really Tom? Thanks a lot buddy.”

“I only got one ice cream from the place, but Aunt Y/N, got two.”

“One was a drink.”

“It was ice cream.” Your nephew counters. 

“I’m going to finish cleaning up.”  You move back to the kitchen before anyone else can say a word.

Mess cleaned up, you are up in the bedroom laying on your bed with the bag of popcorn and the cookies when Gen knocks on the door.

“Hey,” you greet her.

“Hey, yourself.  Can I join you?”

“Sure, it is your house after all.”  You move to sit back against the headboard as she walks in.

She sits down beside you and grabs a cookie.  “I don’t know if I should be worried that you are taking your nephew through this breakup binge with you, or mad that you didn’t ask the pregnant lady to join?”

“It’s not a binge, it’s nothing.  Just some snacks.”

“It’s not you.  The crazy baking and cooking.  I saw all the food you cleaned up in the kitchen today.  When Jay first left to shoot the movie and you started staying here, you did something like this for a few days.  But it wasn’t to this extreme.”

“Gen, it’s…”

“Don’t tell me nothing.  This breakup is hitting you harder than you want to admit.  Honestly, I’m not sure you even realize it.”

She waits for you to say something, but you remain quiet.

“You haven’t gotten the rest of your stuff out of his place yet.  I think a part of you is still trying to hold on.  I know you were together a few years, but I don’t want to see this drag you down.”

“I didn’t want to tell mom we broke up, because that made it seem really real.  So will cleaning my stuff out of his house.   I still wake up some mornings and hope it was all just a nightmare, and I’ll call him up and he’ll tell me I was crazy for even dreaming that.”

“You tried to work it out, but decided ending things was the best option for you.  The more you fight moving on, the more it’s going to hurt you.” 

“I don’t know why it’s hitting so hard.  It's not like I saw him much the last few months anyways.”

“Yeah, but now you know you won’t be together when he comes back.  It’s hard, but sweetie you need to move forward.”

You sit there a minute, “yeah I guess I do.”

Gen sits with you watching How to Lose a Guy and eating the snacks, until Tom calls her away. You know she’s right, but it’s hard to close this chapter of your life.  

After dinner the next night, you ask Jared if he has a minute to talk.

“For you little sis, I might have two.”

“You’re hilarious, Jare.”

He takes a mock bow before sitting on the couch across from you.

“I need to get the last of my stuff from Jensen’s place, but I really don’t want to go alone.  Do you think you could come over with me tomorrow?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks.”

“And um, Tom was asking about calling him some time.  I don’t think I can do that.”

“Understood.  I can take care of that sometime.”

The next morning the two of you take your SUV and Jared’s truck over to Jensen’s.  You have an empty suitcase and duffle bag with you, plus you think you have another bag at his place.  Walking in the door, you pause and take a look around.  Chances are this will be the last time you are here.  It didn’t really feel like your place, but maybe you just never gave it a chance to.

“Want me to break some of his stuff while we’re here?” your brother asks, standing behind you.

“No, Jare.  Behave.”

“Where do you want to start?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe upstairs with my clothes.”

He follows you up to the master bedroom.  As you get your clothes out he starts stuffing them into the suitcase.  When he fills one, he takes it outside and loads it up.  The bathroom things you have left here are next.  Then there are your boxes sitting in the guest room.  Since you never unpacked them, you don’t have to worry about repacking.  Walking around the house you pick up a few things here and there that are yours.  You water the houseplants as you move around.  When you are fairly certain you have everything, you come meet Jared back in the living room.

Looking around the room, the case of the last DVD you watched together is still laying in front of the tv.  You go over and pick it up, turning to Jared. 

“I never thought him leaving for work would turn out like this.”

“I know.  I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.”  

He doesn’t say anything, just comes over and gives you a hug.  

“I’ll meet you outside okay?”

“Yep,” he responds, taking the last bag out with him.

Standing at the kitchen counter you remove Jensen’s house key from your keyring and set it with the garage remote on the counter.  Looking around the house one more time, you whisper “bye Jens.”

Setting the alarm, you lock the bottom lock on the inside of the door, and use the keypad to lock the deadbolt outside.   Jared pulls out of the drive first and with one more look behind you, you turn and follow him back to the house.  

He helps you unload your things back at the house, some of the boxes stay in the garage, some of the bags need to go upstairs.  That night you are thinking about what Gen said about moving on.  Getting your things out of Jensen’s place was the first step.  The next was going to be leaving your brother’s house.  When you started spending a night here and there with them, it wasn’t meant to turn into living with them.  You really should get out of their hair. 

Monday morning you call a realtor and schedule a meeting for later that afternoon.  When you go in you explain what you are looking for, and some of the areas around town you would be okay with moving to.  Amy, who you will be working with, tells you she will put a list together and get back with you soon. 

Gen asks that evening what kept you busy all day, you tell her you had some errands to run.  You don’t want to mention moving out yet, slightly worried they would talk you out of it easily.  Jensen and Jared might not be on the best of terms because of you right now, but there was no doubt in your mind they would get past it.  Once again the two of them would be hanging out, you didn’t want to be here for that.  You couldn’t be. 

You were outside with Gen late Wednesday morning, when your phone went off.  Amy was calling to let you know she had some places to show you.  She told you to let her know when you were ready to look at them.  

“Are you free this afternoon?” you ask.

“Let me check,” you catch her a little off guard at wanting to go out and look so quickly.

“I’ll be free after 2:30. I can meet you at the first place then?”

“That will work.”

She gives you the address before hanging up. The first place is the closest to Jared and Gen’s, Nalle Woods of Westlake apartments.  They only have 2 bedroom units available right now, that doesn't matter too much to you though. The place just wasn’t you.  Stopped at a red light on your way to the next location, you take a look around.  The restaurant you and Jensen had your first Austin date at is just up ahead.  

The second stop is a condo on Lennox Drive, but it requires a 12 month lease minimum.  You aren’t sure if you want to commit to a place for that long right now.   Leaving there you drive by Lady Bird Lake.  You and Jensen had enjoyed going there and walking the trails. 

The Ridgeview apartments you looked at next were nice, but they didn’t come furnished.  Since you had sold your furniture before moving you would need to start all over again there. 

Signs for the Austin Zoo catch your eye on the drive to the next place.  It brings back memories of the time you and Jensen took your nephews and niece there for a day. 

Turning on the radio to distract yourself you leave the station on Prime Country when you hear Garth singing.  The next single bedroom apartment is newly listed, you have hope it will work out. The drive takes you past Peter Pan Mini Golf, where you have had a few date nights.  This apartment you stop at is another unfurnished one, and the more you have seen today tells you that isn’t what you want right now.

The last place you check out is an apartment building on Congress Ave.  You can lease these apartments for as short as a month.  That seems more like you are looking for right now.  They come fully furnished, even having housewares and linens.  There is a pool, gym and laundry room for tenants to use.   The downside is they are a little cramped, but if it’s just you what’s the problem?

You thank Amy for her time and let her know you need to think some things over but would get back to her soon.  Leaving the last apartment, you drive over the Congress Avenue bridge.  Jensen had brought you out here one night to see the bats, and you had been freaked out at first as they all flew out.  

So much of this town just screams Jensen to you, it is going to make your fresh start a little hard.  Apparently, the radio agrees with you, LeeAnn Womack comes on singing, “Little Past Little Rock.”

“I had to leave my life in Dallas

That town will always be you

In every crowd, on every corner,

Every face I'd see you

So with nothing more than a tank of gas

I drove away without looking back…”

“I know exactly how you feel LeeAnn.  He’s everywhere here.  I’ll even have to drive by his house every time I go to Jared and Gen’s.”

“Don't know where I'll go

Or what I'll do

I'm a little past Little Rock,

But a long way from over you

These headlights on the highway

Disappear into the dark

And if I could have it my way

I'd go back to where you are…”

“I’d just like to go back in time, maybe I could have changed my schedule and gone with him.  Maybe then things would have worked out differently.”

“Too late to change my mind

I've got to keep my heart out of this

And both hands on the wheel

I'm learning more with every mile

Just how leaving feels

It's a lonely stretch of blacktop

Out into the blue

Don't know where I'll go

Or what I'll do

I'm a little past Little Rock,

But a long way from over you…”

“Austin just might be my Dallas.  He’s the main reason I came here.  Maybe I should be leaving here and heading back to L.A.  It wouldn’t be the first time I lived away from my family.  It would be a clean start.”

As you pull back in the driveway at your brother’s place, you are thinking more and more that getting out of town is going to be the way to go.  You can’t right away because of Walker, but maybe you could see about them reducing your role in the future.  Today has given you a few things to think about.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 9

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[rebelliousstories]

Oh Christmas Day

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Sean Renard x Reader

Fandom: Grimm

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Alcohol

Word Count: 1,366

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Summary: There was something magical about spending your first Christmas together, especially after not celebrating for so long.

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Ah, tis the season for stress baking. Accidentally stumbling upon the captain of the Portland police has led to an interesting twenty four days. Between going on dates, and enjoying each other’s company, she was pretty sure that Sean Renard was a dream come true.

He was a perfect gentleman; sweet, kind, and very, very handsome. It felt like winning the jackpot for her. A very lucky heel break that brought him to her, and she had been reaping the rewards ever since. And today, she was panicking about everything.

Sean had invited the fuchsbau to the office Christmas party for the police station. The thought meant so much to her, and she jumped on the opportunity to make something for the event. Even though Sean assured her that she did not need to do so, that there would be plenty of food and treats there, but still, she insisted.

Deciding on what to make what the easy part. Making sure everything was made right was the hardest part. Classic gingerbread cookies were spread out on her counter as she finished boxing them up. A knock at the door drew her attention away from the confections. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed her dress out as she opened the entrance.

“Hi.” Raking her eyes over his form, she enjoyed his well tailored suit draping over him.

“Hi. Can I come in for a second,” came his ask, waving around a neatly wrapped box.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Come on in. I’m just finishing up in here.” Walking back into the kitchen, she heard Sean shut the front door behind him as his dress shoes padded behind her.

Grabbing the boxes that had about three dozen cookies in them, the fuchsbau brought them into the living room where Sean decided to wait. “I, um, made little gingerbread men. Thought that would be a safe bet. Whatcha got in the box there?”

Looking down at his hands, Renard chuckled. “Can’t you get a Christmas present before the party?”

“That’s for me,” she asked, set down the containers on her coffee table. Passing her the box with both hands, Sean smiled at the woman.

“Open it.”

A blush worked its way up her cheeks. Taking the package, she gently sat down on her couch as Sean stood above her. The gold of the wrapping paper and the vintage Santa drawings on it made it almost impossible for her to unwrap the present. However, another urge from Sean spurred her forward.

She started ripping the corner, and thus tore open all of the paper. The further she went, the more she started catching glimpses of what was awaiting her. A familiar shoe box caught her eye. Gasping, the woman put a hand to her mouth in shock and awe.

“How did you… you didn’t.” Finishing the task at hand, she was able to confirm that it was, indeed, what she thought.

A fresh new pair of the heels she had begun her journey with her lover, all by breaking at the start of the month. It was in her exact size, and color that she liked. Her eyes darted between the shoes and Sean, who just stood there beaming.

“When did you get these?” She still was in shock, but needed to know.

With a shrug, he responded, “a little bit ago. Figured it would make for a great little present.”

Standing as fast as she could, her arms engulfed Sean, who stumbled back just a little bit as he was nearly tackled. Chuckling at her reaction, he pressed a kiss to her nicely done hair.

“Thank you, Sean. I truly can’t believe you did this for me.” Her words were slightly muffled by his shirt, but he received them all the same.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Pulling away, she pressed a kiss to his lips ever so softly as to not smudge the lipstick she had already applied. “Ready to go?”

“After you, my dear.” Sean helped her to throw away the paper, and grab the boxes of cookies as she ran to put the shoes back in her room.

There was frozen rain outside that did not make it easy for them to move through the roads. Slush coated the asphalt, causing them to drive slower than normal. Thankfully, she had avoided getting the ends of her coat, or her face and hair wet. The former by holding the warm fabric closer to her body, which shortened it. The latter was because Sean had enough foresight to bring an umbrella with him.

She had never been to the precinct before, which meant that tonight was going to be interesting. They had sectioned off several conference rooms, and open areas to use for the Christmas party, giving everyone plenty of room to work and have fun. If there was ever a time for her to be thankful to have a boyfriend like Sean Renard, it was tonight. When they came across a puddle that was too big for her to go around, or through, he simply transferred the cookies to her hold, picked her up bridal style and walked across.

It made her giggle at that show of strength, feeling lightheaded, and she had yet to consume ay alcohol. Once the danger had passed, the fuchsbau was returned safely to the ground in front of the doors. Sean took the cookies back, and opened the glass door for her to go through.

The couple followed the sound of chattering, and music. When they got in, the party was in full swing. A chorus of “captain” rang out through several men and women. Sometimes in pairs, sometimes as singles, everyone in the room came around to shake his hand, and wish him a merry Christmas.

Finally, Sean was able to break away long enough to set the cookies out at the potluck style buffet table. However, before he could return to his girlfriend, his two main detectives came around.

“Captain, hey, didn’t think you’d make it.” Nick greeted, shaking his hand heartily.

“Yeah, well, had to go get my girlfriend.” Sean replied, looking around for her.

“Well, well. Captain has finally gotten himself a lady. Where is she,” Hank asked, also beginning to look around for someone he knew not of what she looked like.

Without another moment passing, he waved his lover down, urging her to come back over. Sean could see that she was a bit uncomfortable in the unfamiliar environment but that was okay. That was why he was there. Tucking her into his side, Sean began the introductions.

“Sweetheart, these are a couple of my detectives. This is Hank Griffin,” she smiled as she shook his hand. “And this is Nick Burkhardt.”

Turning to face the man, the smile was wiped from her face in an instant. Her hand retracted, and she hide herself behind Sean’s tall frame.

Whispering harshly, she kept sneaking glances up at the man. “Sean, he’s a- a…”

Renard’s arms wrapped around her as best as he could with her behind him. Nick looked a bit sheepish as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“I know, sweetheart. He knows about me, and now you. He’s not like the others. Nick won’t hurt you.” He tried to reassure her from his spot. Slowly, but surely, she started to come out from behind her boyfriend, cautiously eyeing the Grimm in front of her.

“Uh,” Nick began, “merry Christmas? I’m Nick. Sorry about that.”

He was apologizing to her? That was a first. With Sean holding her left hand, she offered her name and right hand for the man to shake. The entire time she was waiting for a moment before he would strike, but it never came. When she realized this, she muttered, “merry Christmas.”

“Come on, I’m hungry. We’ll see you two around.” Noticing his girlfriend’s behavior that was still very guarded, Sean thought it was best to pull her off to the food. They could try again later with the Grimm.

“You okay,” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“How’s that for a Christmas present?” Sean teased.

“Uh uh. No way you’re doing that again.”

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi again! I have another Idea and yes It’s feitan again I’m so sorry I love him and you do him wonderfully. Okay so my idea is either a a baking Date or picnic which ever is better for you. And as we are talking to him He says like I love you for the first time. Like during it he realized how much he liked y/n but when asked if he said it he Denys it even though y/n heard it clear as day. sorry if this doesn’t make sense .

Hi, thank you for the ask! It makes sense, no worries!

Feitan x reader - three simple words

He hated the idea of staying in one place for too long, it wasn't something he was used to anymore. However, after the troupe decided to split up and meet up again after a month, Feitan was forced to spend time alone. He asked Phinks and Shalnark if he could tag along, but they said to him "don't you have a date to take care of?"

Feitan was found with you during the month off of troupe duties. He spent most of the day reading your book collection and watching you do your daily activities. Finally, after you got fed up with him quietly peering over your shoulder without any mention of doing things together, you decided to do a stay-at-home date. Besides, it wasn't like he wanted to go out for dinner ever (he would ask if the two of you could just steal food instead).

"What's all of this?" he asked, pointing at the multiple boxes and containers sitting on your kitchen counter.

"Oh, it's what we're doing today! You and me, we'll be baking!" you smile at him, setting down the last few tools needed to make some delicious desserts. Feitan looked at you with confusion.

"Does it look like I bake?"

"You can always try something new? I saw you reading the baking book yesterday," you pointed out.

"...fine." Feitan glared at you, but you knew he wasn't upset, maybe a little embarrassed over something trivial. He did want to keep his deadly-torturer status alive and baking didn't always fit the image.

Both of you got started, deciding on making something simple because it was his first time. You asked him about sweets back in Meteor City, and he said they didn't have much but he did enjoy these cookies he would find from the collected food items or from the caretakers of the place. After some thorough details, you found out he was describing chocolate chip cookies, a staple for childhood memories.

"I didn't know you had a bit of a sweet tooth," you said while grabbing the flour.

"Not that I love them, I just remembered it from childhood," he replied. Of course, Feitan wasn't the type to enjoy sweets, that was Chrollo's job. However he did enjoy the occasional bit of sugary sweet goodness.

While he read you the ingredients you measured everything out. He would correct you from time to time when he didn't think you did it correctly (as if he knew how to bake though). For the eggs, he was surprisingly persistent on cracking them himself. Once it was all finished, you shaped the dough into little balls and placed them onto a tray and popped it into the pre-heated oven. It would take a few minutes before the whole flat that you lived in smelled like cookies.

"You haven't baked before, right? How is it so far?" you asked while sitting in front of the oven. It was a habit that you got into during your childhood, watching the cookies rise and expand was quite fun when you were younger. Feitan didn't answer right away, but he did give an approving nod.

"Meteor City didn't have a lot of opportunities like this, but we did try baking once," he said after a long pause. "Chrollo suggested it."

"How did it turn out?"

Feitan chuckled, shaking his head. "We almost burned the whole building down, sadly Chrollo was the only one that knew how to read the book and he read the time wrong."

You looked at him, he was smiling softly to himself, something extremely rare. While you wanted to tease him for looking so cute, you knew he would immediately go back to his deadpanned look so you kept it to yourself.

"We should do this more often," you suggested, leaning onto his shoulder as he was sitting next to you. He didn't push you off anymore, likely he was getting used to physical affection.

"...It would be nice," he replied, even quieter than he was talking before. "Because it makes it feel like I'm back home, I love you for the comf—" he stopped. Wait, was he getting sentimental? Emotional? No, he couldn't be talking like Chrollo, he hoped that his mumbling was bad enough that you didn't catch him, or maybe that his grammar was bad that you didn't understand him but with the way you suddenly straightened your back and whipped your head to look at him said otherwise.

"Wait, wait you just said...did you just say you 'love' me?!" you were grinning, you looked so happy that he felt his face redden.

"No, I wouldn't say some sappy shit like that," he quickly snapped back, he was getting pouty, a dead giveaway that he did in fact tell you those three words.

"Noo I heard you right I'm sure of it," you teased him. He gave you a quick glance but continued to glue his eyes onto the cookies that were baking in the oven.

"I did not, you didn't hear me say that."

"Then what did you say?"

"It's like home, that's it."

"No. you trailed off more than that!"

"I did not."

"Did so!"

Before the two of you could argue more the oven sounded off that the cookies were ready. Feitan stood up and opened the oven and because of how flustered he was he was about to grab the hot tray with his bare hands.

"Fei wait your hands!"

You ended up taking care of the cookies as he was sitting awkwardly at the counter. Thankfully he didn't burn himself because you pulled him back, however he was more thankful that your attention was on something other than the soft moment he got earlier.

The cookies looked amazing, however the sweetness was even better. It was a warm buttery taste that Fei had forgotten about, he was sure most of the troupe didn't remember how it was like to eat something fresh like this too. However, he was sure he was finding it sweeter than usual because you were with him, though he would never admit that nor make the mistake of letting you hear him say "I love you."

[ryejifics]

hii 🥺

can i please request more reader x chaeryeong fluff? something where the chaeryeong confesses to the reader after spending all day together?

I like you, don't you get it?

Type: fluff

Chaeryeong x reader

"No no no! Only 10 minutes and my crush will be here! I don't even have my makeup on!" You panic as you rush getting ready, perfecting your house for the prettiest girl you've ever laid eyes on to come over.

You fell for the girl about 5 months ago. It all started with a math class. You were new to the area and you just joined a new college, she happened to be in your math class and you fell in love. Her red hair, cute face, the way she dresses, her voice, she also happened to be very sweet with everyone. One day you tripped in the hall, dropping all your books and you hear a soft voice saying, "Oh my god I'm so sorry! Let me get that for you." She bent down and grabbed the books and when you made eye contact its like the whole world stopped. You quickly thanked her and blushed all the way to your next class. Next thing you know a few months later you're besties and she's on her way to your house. Today wasn't just any hangout day though. You planned on confessing to her. You were nervous as you planned it all out. You were gonna bake cookies and before she leaves you planned to take out the chocolate covered strawberries you made with frosting on top spelling out "will u be my gf?" All you hoped for was that she would say yes. You've gotten close to her and you both have so much in common.

You got lost in your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door, and you almost ran to go get it. "Chaer!" You exclaimed as you ran to hug her. "You ready to bake cookies?" You smiled and led her to the kitchen where you laid out all the ingredients. You two talked for a while as you rolled out the dough and even had a little play fight with the flour. Her smile as she tasted the jelly. It was all so perfect. All you could hope for is that she felt the same way.

After you put the cookies in the oven you both decided to watch a movie while you wait. You put on her favorite movie and shared a blanket on the couch. You decided to make a move so you reached for her hand. Holding it in yours you sighed in relief that she happily took it. After a while you two ate the cookies and as she was about to say goodbye you almost yelled "wait!" You pulled out the strawberries and said "one more thing" you nervously opened the box to reveal them and she read them gasping in shock. She took a minute to think and process what just happened but ended up saying "yes y/n!! Of course I'll be your girlfriend I've been waiting for this since day one!" She ran to hug you and kiss your cheek. Now you could relax knowing she said yes and you finally have the girl of your dreams. She decided to stay and you two had a sleepover for the night. From this day forward you'd be known as Lee Chaeryeong's girlfriend.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Do you have any Blazamy headcanons that you wanna share?

Y’all are really feeding into my Blazamy rot here today…❤️😂❤️

Hello, my dear! I think that I can share an idea or two that I have for them:

Both Amy and Blaze were in complete denial over each other returning their feelings. They both believed that it was a one-sided crush that wouldn’t happen. It wasn’t until Sonic and Tails confronted them both about the situation. With both Tails and Sonic knowing Amy and Blaze’s feelings towards one another, the two brothers set up a rendezvous for them both to meet and talk it out. Amy and Blaze haven’t stopped thanking the boys for setting them up since.

Sonic, Tails, Silver, and Knuckles are their biggest fans. They’re very supportive of the two and would fight tooth and nail for them.

Blaze will combust into flames if she receives a hug or a compliment from Amy. Amy practically melts and babbles/stammers nonstop if she also received a hug or a peck on the cheek and hand.

Blaze is also known to purr in Amy’s presence. She makes sure to keep it low enough for Amy to not hear, but it’s hind of hard to do when she sees Amy’s smile.

Though not the best baker or chef, Blaze tries to make Amy surprise pastries on occasion. Blaze has burned cookies, cupcakes, cakes, and many more each time she bakes. Amy has always made sure to compliment her efforts and eats the whole serving.

Amy likes to bring Blaze exotic tea blends every time they see each other. It’s usually in a small wooden box with decorative utensils to dip tea leaves in. Blaze appreciates it immensely!

Amy and Blaze like to comb the beaches in the Sol Dimension to collect broken shells and sea glass to turn into jewelry.

Whenever Amy visits the Sol Dimension to see Blaze on Southern Island, the two spend the whole day together wandering around town. Sometimes they go and visit the local shops and the farmer’s market, other times they take a ship and sail across the ocean to visit other islands. It’s always an adventure with them.

Amy calls Blaze her “Cotton Candy Lioness,” Blaze calls Amy her “Sweet Potato.”

Blaze is an excellent pianist. Her inspiration comes from all of her adventures and AmyRose’s kindness. Though she mostly keeps her music to herself, Amy has listened to a few of her pieces. Amy is the only person to hear her completed music.

Both Amy and Blaze love the autumn and spring months of the year. They love to see the changing of seasons both on Earth and in the Sol Dimension.

Thank you for the ask! I’ve always adored creating headcanons for fun. Please feel free to suggest any topic if you want in the future!