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spinningwebsandtales · 2 months ago

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Imagine Going To A Pumpkin Patch With All Might

Yagi "All Might" Toshinori X FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: None it's all fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

(A/N:) I had a lot of fun writing this if y'all couldn't tell by the word count. XD Slowly but surely I'm breaking down the writer's block wall so keep being patient as I try to write all my Halloween ideas and not make them crappy! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The hallways of the college were decorated for Halloween and excitement could be felt through the whole building as students discussed plans and costumes. While Halloween was one of your favorite holidays you were not as excited this year as you didn't know if you were going to get to spend time with your boyfriend. Dating All-Might, Japan's most anticipated hero, had it's difficulties. Not just from the fact that he was an exchange student but he had become super popular, not just at school but the surrounding area. He had a heart to help anyone and everyone. It's one of the main reasons you liked him as well, but sometimes you wish that you both could spend more time together. You sighed and readjusted your books, when said books were scooped from your arms.

"You need to invest in a book bag," a deep voice spoke.

You laughed, "Why would a I purchase one when I have you around?"

"I guess that's one of the reasons why I am here," All Might agreed while wrapping your shoulders in one gigantic arm. "Thinking about anything in particular?"

"Just Halloween. It's coming up quickly and I honestly don't know what I want to do. It's looking like I'll be staying in and watching scary movies."

"You don't want to do something together?"

"It's not that I don't want to with you, but you are always so busy and need I remind you that you are pretty far behind in your studies," you elbowed him in the ribs.

"You and Dave keep reminding me about my school work," All Might grinned sheepishly.

"That's because failing grades are scary Toshi. It is Halloween but that's no excuse."

"Think the teachers will give me a break if I tell them I'm tardy all the time because I'm doing hero work," he sounded hopeful.

While you knew some teachers understood, you could think of at least two or three who more than likely sold their kind hearts for a strong cup of coffee.

"It's not looking good for you," you finally replied causing the giant of a man to groan.

"That's besides the point. We'll spend Halloween together no matter what happens," Toshinori straightened up lifting you up with one arm while the other still held your books. You laughed slapping at his arm.

"Even if someone needs the great All Might," you asked and he deflated. "I'm teasing. You wouldn't be you if you didn't drop everything to go help someone."

You brushed dust from his cherry blossom jacket and picked a few specks of debris from his golden hair.

"Want to go and do something together today," All Might set you back down.

"Let's make a deal. You do really good in your classes today and we'll go to the pumpkin patch once we're done. I've been wanting a couple pumpkins to carve and I heard they have all sorts of fun things to do and delicious treats. It's a little bit of a drive but I think it'll be really fun."

"Sounds like fun let's go. But we aren't driving I can get us there much faster!"

"I thought you couldn't fly," you glared thinking that he lied to you when you first met him.

All Might raised his hands in surrender, "I can't but I can jump really high and really far really fast."

"Do you want me to get whiplash?"

"You'll be safe I promise," he flexed and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay I trust you. It'll save me some money in gas anyway and I'll get a big bag that you can carry so we can bring everything we buy back to the dorms."

All Might walked with you until you both arrived at the door of your first class. He handed back your books and leaned down enough to where you could kiss his cheek and he returned one on your forehead.

"See you after school," you whispered already missing him as he turned around.

"It's a date," he waved his broad shoulders seeming to hold up the hallway alone. You worried one day those shoulders would carry too much of a load and break him down.

Class always seemed like it went by really fast but since you had plans that you were excited for, the day dragged along and you were beginning to get antsy. Impatiently you were the first out of the door and headed straight to your dorm to find a bag for All Might to carry the pumpkins back. You eventually had to borrow one but you found a smaller backpack for yourself so he wasn't the only one being treated like a pack mule. Racing through the halls and exiting out into the courtyard there stood the larger than life hero in training. He was doing squats and jumping in place, warming up for the journey.

"You made it," he grinned widely and you couldn't help but smile big in return.

"I did and I found a bag," you held up said bag. "It should be big enough for you to wear and have plenty of room for a couple of pumpkins. I also brought a bag for myself because it wouldn't be fair to you."

All Might scoffed, "Who's the boyfriend here?"

"Obviously not you," you retorted and he laughed loudly.

Shrugging on the bag he opened his arms waiting for you to come close. An autumn breeze brushed past you causing you to shiver.

"Hold on I need to go grab a hoodie."

Before you could race off All Might slipped off the bag and removed his plus ultra jacket before holding it out towards you. You started to protest but he plopped it onto your shoulders and waited for you to place your arms in the sleeves. Once you did he nodded in satisfaction and put the backpack back on. He waited again with his arms stretched wide and this time you stepped close. He scooped you up carefully, cradling you close to his warm chest. He gave you a gentle squeeze and brushed hair from your face before he braced his legs and jumped into the sky. You screamed taking handfuls of his shirt in your hands and clung to him tightly. Your hair whipping around in the wind, it felt like you both were floating before he started plummeting back to the earth. You screamed again, causing him to laugh. You could have punched him if you could release the death grip you had on his poor shirt.

"You didn't say this would be that scary," you screeched. "We keep falling and I'm pretty sure we just left my stomach on the ground back there!"

"It's fun! Open your eyes!"

"Absolutely not I may lose those too!"

"You won't I promise. I have everything in control okay."

You eased your eyes open but you didn't ease your grip. Holding on tightly you gazed at the sky you both were soaring through. The ground seemed so far away but the view was amazing. Birds passed by, squawking in annoyance at the man in their skies but you finally let loose laughing and screaming every time you both would fall back down towards the ground. True to his word All Might was in complete control. He never crashed down and he made it to the pumpkin patch gate in record time.

Placing you back onto solid ground, he held your arm until the jelly in your legs solidified. The elation and fear had you so wobbly it took a long time for your nerves and adrenaline to calm. Laughter came from children and adults of all ages inside the fenced in area. When you were finally ready All Might took your hand, lacing your fingers together and lead the way.

"I've never been to something like this before," he said while taking in all the sights.

"Never," you seemed surprised.

"Japan guy here. I came from a big city," he replied.

"Sorry I forgot," you flushed in embarrassment.

"It's okay. What do you want to do first?"

"Let's pick out pumpkins last, cause there's so much to do and with it being your first time let's explore everything," you pulled him towards a petting zoo.

With goats, bunnies, pigs, and animals of all shapes and sizes All Might got to pet all sorts of little animals. The rabbits were both your favorites as their ears reminded you both of All Might's hairstyle. A goat tried to eat his jacket he was letting you wear. But when a volunteer brought you both handfuls of food, the goat forgot about eating your clothing. After the petting zoo you saw a few games everyone was playing. All Might won first place in the strength game and fortunately asked for the smaller prize since you both would have to carry it back to the college. Next you spotted a corn maze and you both bet on who would make it out first. You were in the lead for the longest time until All Might jumped into the air and landed at the end startling a bunch of parents and children. It took thirty more minutes until you made your way out to see him standing there with a couple bottles of water and a smug grin.

"You totally cheated," you accused.

"I reworked the rules," he replied holding out a water bottle to you.

"Cheater cheater pumpkin eater," you taunted and he pulled the bottle away. "Okay okay I'm sorry!"

All Might chuckled giving you back the water bottle and kissed your cheek gently. His stomach rumbled and you decided it was time to get some delicious treats. It was starting to get late and it would take some time to make it back and the college did have a curfew for the students. Sipping on hot apple cider and munching on kettle corn you and All Might finally made it to the pumpkin patch. Orange gourds as far as the eye could see and you wanted the two most perfect pumpkins.

"Divide and conquer," you asked tossing your empty cup into the trash can.

All Might shook his head, "I rather us enjoy this together. We already made the corn maze into a game. We won't get to stay much longer."

"Hand in hand then."

He nodded. The sun was starting to wane as you both looked amongst the rows for the best pumpkins. All Might spotted one first and with a nod of approval from you he plucked it up and placed it into the bag on his back. Not much longer after him finding one, you were able to find one. Perfectly round and orange it would become a perfect jack-o-lantern. All Might took it from you once you picked it up from the ground and placed it in the bag with the other pumpkin. He didn't let you get far before taking your hand again. Making your way to the entrance you paid for the pumpkins and said goodbye to the volunteer.

All Might scooped you back up and instantly was back in the air. You weren't as scared this time, though you still clung to him tightly. The weightlessness feeling and the warmth of All Might was comforting. You gazed across the horizon as the sun set further. The sky transforming into an orange and lavender sky, you could smell the new season in the air. All Might gave you a light squeeze as he heard you sigh. You didn't want the day to end and as he landed on the campus lawn you wanted to go back in time immediately. You gave him back his jacket and turned to go back to the front doors when All Might spun you back around. He kissed you deeply there on the front lawn. His cheeks wind kissed and your hair tussled into knots it was perfect. You didn't know what had happened to him, to bring All Might to America but you were thankful he was there every day. You held on tightly, not wanting the kiss to end but eventually you had to pull away. He brushed a tangled lock away and gazed at you lovingly.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you asked.

"Tomorrow," he replied before kissing you again. "And the next day and after that and after that and forever after," he laughed still giving you gentle kisses.

"I'll hold you to that," you warned teasingly.

"Please do."

When you closed your dorm room door, you melted. Halloween had become one of your favorite holidays once again and you wanted to spend every single one of them with All Might.

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yanaleese · 1 month ago

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KARMA MORNING HCS??? (like what mornings with him would be like? :3) Also, can I be 🍵 anon?

YES YOU CAN BBY!!! YOU CAN BE MATCHA ANON 🍵🍵🍵

Karma's mood in the morning fluctuates frequently, depending on how late he stays up watching you. He can't go to sleep unless you do, since he believes it's his job to protect you and keep you safe.

So when you wake up, you'll immediately be greeted with kisses and hugs. With his morning voice (which sounds FUCKING HOT btw), he will nickname you as "my pillow" or "my snuggly marshmallow" - and other cute things like that.

Next, Karma will plan his next snuggly attack by tempting you to stay in bed. He'll do whatever he can to keep you there - even if it means lying on top of you, trapping you in his tits, and resorting to being a submissive pet.

BUT, if you're persistent, Karma will (begrudgingly) move aside, and prepare some breakfast for you. It won't be anything special, but it'll be just enough to carry you through the day. But sometimes, if he's not dying of sleep - he'll make you breakfast. And his breakfast are always delicious!!!

Now if you're in a rush and have a daytime job, Karma will do his best to give you kind words of advice before you go. Internally, it breaks his heart to see you go. But luckily, your days of work will be over soon ❤️

However, if you have a job at home - Karma will become a literal cat for your attention (unless he has his own work). He tries to hide his jealousy with lots of affection, so try not to lose your focus on the job!

After you finish your duties, Karma will squeeze you and give you a tight hug. You're his baby, you're his #1 Xaxi!!! He's so happy that you're back home safely, after all that traffic and shit you had to deal with on the job. He's so proud of you.

Another thing he's proud of, is that you never turned off your notifications. You didn't ignore him nor turn off your phone. You did the right thing, and gave him a perfect spot to watch over you. So that way, he can obsess your behavior, your feelings, and even that beautiful body of yours.

Bonus: I can imagine Karma sucking you off as you have your interview/job 😳😳😳

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allur1ngs · 1 year ago

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OK I HAD THIS ON MY MIND FOR SOME TIME

so just imagine on like christmas day and like the entire bebe team , reader + hyo just do a prank (not sure abt what type) on like bada.

AND THEN BADA ACTUALLY FALLS FOR THE PRANK FOR THE FIRST TIME IN EVER

but it's mainly lusher and tatter being the troublemakers here(the others are just following lmao)!!

and then bada just confused afterwards

this was sm fun to write omg!! lusher and tatter strike again...

so it's late christmas eve right? only a few hours until the clock strikes twelve and it's officially christmas. you're all laying on the couch, limbs outstretched into comfortable positions as the sound of a christmas movie fades into background noise.

some of the bebe girls have fallen asleep; cheche, minah, and soweon, all cuddled up with each other. the rest aren't, with varying degrees of awakeness among them.

surprisingly, bada had fallen asleep as well, her arms wrapped around your waist and her head in the crook of your neck as her chest rises and falls slowly with long, sleepy breaths.

you glance away from the tv to look down at her, smiling at the incredibly peaceful expression she wears. you place your hand on top of her head and start to brush it through her hair, watching with an adoring expression as she smiles in her sleep, and snuggles closer to you.

lusher and tatter, the most awake out of all of the bebe girls catch the sweet moment, covering their mouths to stop them from gigging at the sight of their boss and close friend acting so cute. they immediately get up from the couch, whipping out their phones from the pockets of the pjs, and slowly tiptoeing toward you both.

you see them approaching and smile at the mischievous looks on their faces. they snap a few pictures of you and bada, before they begin whispering amongst each other.

"unnie." lusher says in a hushed voice after breaking away from tatter. "we have an idea for a prank to play on bada tomorrow..." she trails off, looking at your sleeping wife. "will you help us, pleaseeeeee?"

"please, unnie? it'll be funny." tatter begs you as well, putting her hands together in a prayer motion while lusher does the same, both of them giving you their best puppy dog eyes.

you sigh lightly, glancing between your wife and the girls. "it's not too mean, is it?"

lusher and tatter eye each other, "uhh... no..."

you raise an eyebrow at them both but give in. "alright, tell me what you have in mind."

the girls jump in excitement, moving to sit next to you. they both lean in, whispering in your ear their super secret plan. you hum along to their words, considering whether you want to carry out their plan or not.

"so, what do you think?" tatter asks you one her and lusher pull back.

you gnaw at your lip in thought, before you slowly start nodding. "okay, i'll do it."

lusher and tatter quietly high five each other in celebration. "thank you unnie!!" they say in unison.

when dawn breaks the following day, bada immediately knows something is wrong.

she rolls around in bed, moving her arm toward your side in an attempt to pull you close. however, her arm hits something firm and cold, making her eyebrows furrow. she sits up in bed, turning to look at where you should be sleeping.

...but you're not there. instead, a pillow takes your place.

a surge of panic strikes her heart, but she quickly shakes her head. maybe you were just working with the staff to make breakfast?

yeah, that has to be right.

bada hauls herself out of bed, the strings of her sweatpants untied as she rushes out of her bedroom, excited to see you on christmas day.

she wanders through the halls, hearing the sound of giddy chatter coming a few feet away. she follows the noise, assuming you must be there.

turning into the living room, bada finds a large, delicious spread of christmas foods covering the dining table. bada looks around the room for you, but sees your figure nowhere.

"ah, merry christmas boss!" lusher and the rest of the bebe girls sit on the couch next to the christmas tree, piles of gifts shining under the light. the girls are subtly eyeing one particularly large gift--

"have you seen my wife?" bada asks, her expression showing pure worry.

"ohh, she left an hour ago." lusher nods.

"left?" bada says incredulously. "what do you mean she left?"

"didn't unnie tell you that she'd be visiting her parents for christmas?" tatter cuts in.

"what? no." bada frowns, her heart sinking. "she never told me..."

"well, she'll be spending the entire day there." minah chimes in.

"did everyone know that she was leaving?" bada crosses her arms over her chest.

all of the bebe girls glance at each other, trying to keep in their laughter as they nod.

"oh." bada deflates, realizing that she'll be spending her first christmas as your wife, away from you. "did hyo at least accompany her?

"yes." lusher nods, "anyway, come here so we can start opening the gifts."

"i'm really not in the mood." bada shakes her head, starting to walk in the direction of her bedroom.

"bada, don't be a party pooper!" lusher pouts. "it's christmas!"

"yes, and the only woman i want to spend it with isn't here." bada huffs, sadness blooming in her chest.

"will you at least sit with us to open your gifts?" tatter says, voice hopeful.

bada opens her mouth, about to say no, when lusher cuts in.

"PLEASEEEE?" she begs loudly.

bada sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "fine. but only two gifts and then i'm going back to my bedroom to rest."

"yay!!" the girls clap, motioning for bada to sit on the couch.

she does so begrudgingly, her mind consumed with thoughts of you. why hadn't you told her you wanted to visit your parents? if she'd have known, she would have gone with you--despite her mild distain for them. she'd do anything to spend christmas with you.

"open this first!" tatter passes bada a medium size gift wrapped in golden paper.

bada takes it, muttering a small thank you as she begins to rip the paper. beneath it, a sleek red box engraved with golden letter spelling cartier greets her. she opens the box, finding a shiny silver and golden-trimmed cartier watch.

"thank you, tatter." bada gives her subordinate a faint smile.

tatter smiles back and nods, "open this one next!" she gestures to the extremely large present beside the christmas tree.

"actually, i think i'll open the rest tomorrow--"

"bada, please, just open this last one and we'll leave you alone." lusher points at the gift, biting back a smile.

bada sighs but moves toward the gift, grabs the lid, and lifts it.

the second the top departs from the bottom of the gift, you pop out, wearing a cute red and white christmas dress. bada takes a step back in shock, but once she recovers she immediately smiles widely.

"merry christmas!" you say, smiling back at your wife.

bada takes your hand and helps you step out of the large gift you'd been hiding in before wrapping her arms around you. "so you didn't leave to visit your parents."

"do you really think i'd want to see them when i could be here with you?" you whisper sweetly.

"who put you up to this?" bada separates from you, one eyebrow raised expectantly.

"who do you think?" you giggle, turning to look at the onlooking girls.

lusher and the rest of bebe--as well as hyo, who stepped out from her hiding spot in the kitchen--stare at bada with sheepish expressions.

"hey, don't look at me, it was their idea." hyo points at lusher and tatter accusingly.

the girls glance at each other nervously before looking back at bada, "merry christmas?"

#౨ৎ melody's newsletter #bada lee x reader

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mysteryshoptls · 2 hours ago

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SSR Trey Clover - Room Relaxation Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Interior Hallway]

Trey: Next class is… Oh, alchemy. There's stuff I need to prep for the experiment, so I guess I should head to the classroom already.

[Silver approaches]

Silver: Hello there, Trey-senpai...

Trey: Silver, hi. What's up, why are you staring at me so intently? Do I have something on my face?

Silver: Trey-senpai, is there anything you wish you had right now?

Trey: That's an unexpected question. Hmm, what do I want…?

Trey: Oh, maybe an automatic flour sifter? It'll speed things up and will keep my hands from getting too tired. It'd make baking sweets much easier on me.

Trey: Also, I'd like an apron. I have a few that I can hang from my neck, but that might cause my shoulders to get stiff, so I'd like to try out new kinds.

Trey: Plus, they tend to get pretty dirty before long, so it's never a bad thing to have too much.

Silver: I see… That was helpful.

Silver: Thank you. I think Riddle will be pleased once he hears what you've said.

Trey: Hm? Why are you bringing up Riddle?

Silver: Yesterday, before we began our club activities, Riddle was pondering over what to get you for your birthday.

Trey: Oh, so that's why you asked me what I'd want all of a sudden. …But hey, should you have told me all that…?

Silver: He seemed to be stuck in a conundrum, so I thought perhaps I could help with suggestions. Is that a problem?

Trey: Uhh, I mean, I thought maybe he might have been trying to keep the gift a secret, since he didn't come ask me directly…

Silver: …Forgive me if I've done something terrible to the both of you.

Trey: Y-You don't have to look that grave!

Trey: I'm sure this'll help him, so you should try telling him it was something you picked up through casual conversation.

Silver: I understand, I'll try telling him that. Thank you, Trey-senpai.

[Silver departs]

Trey: Yeah. See you, then.

Trey: Silver is one strait-laced guy. A bit different from the way Riddle is, that is...

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Hallway]

Trey: Ah… It's already past 8PM. I have to start making my rounds to see if anyone's breaking any of the Queen of Hearts' laws.

Trey: I'll go check out the kitchen first. I'd like to think there'd be no issues, but…

Trey: It'd be bad if there was someone trying to steal a tart from the refrigerator again, even if it's only a slim chance.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Lounge]

Trey: So far, so good, for now. Next is the lounge. Hm? What's this smell…?

Trey: Hey, you two sitting on the sofa. What is that drink you have there?

Trey: Just as I thought, it's honey lemonade!

Trey: It's already 8PM. You planning on violating Queen of Hearts' Law Number 256?

[Heartslabyul Student A speaks up]

Trey: …Oh good, if you haven't actually drunk any, then that's fine. Make sure you pour it out before any issues arise.

[Heartslabyul Students A and B run away, Heartslabyul Students C and D arrive]

Trey: …Hm? Hey, you guys who just walked into the lounge, did I just hear you say "that turkey lunch was delicious"?

Trey: Do you remember the Queen of Hearts' Law Number 648? You forgot? It'd be bad if you violated that rule. Make sure you check if there were any others who might've forgotten, too!

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Trey's Room]

Trey: Phew, somehow, we got through the day without there being any rule violations. Please, all I'm asking is for them to do better at not getting caught…

Trey: Now that I've taken a shower and freshened up with a good teeth brushing, guess I can just relax a bit in my room.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Trey's Room]

Trey: Oh, yeah, I should answer the Headmage's survey before I forget. Let's see, it's about…

「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body」

Trey: Things we want improved…? I feel like I could take it or leave it. Hmm, guess I'll try to think it over while drinking some tea.

Trey: …Oh. Ah, right, I just brushed my teeth using fluoridated toothpaste.

Trey: I can't let the fluoride film dissolve. I'll just drink water instead.

Trey: Even if I were to just brush my teeth again, the washroom always gets pretty crowded around this time, so it's not really a good time to go.

Trey: Sigh… If there were at least a sink in my room, I could do it all here, even my flossing…

Trey: I'd like to put that in the survey, but there's no way they'd accept me asking for a private washroom…

Trey: …Then, doesn't that mean it should just be that every room should have its own washroom?

Trey: Yeah. That might be a necessary change to make sure that all the students have clean dental health.

Trey: Even now, whenever I try to hand them floss, or tell them to brush more properly,

Trey: There's a ton of guys who only do it halfway, giving excuses like, "it's causing a line" in the washroom.

Trey: But it'd take too much time to renovate every single room. If I want them to renovate something while I'm still here at this school…

Trey: Oh, I know. I should write in the survey that I want them to "widen the washrooms."

Trey: That feels a little more realistic than asking for a private washroom for each room, so this request might get accepted, right?

Trey: If this actually comes to fruition, I would be able to go brush my teeth on my own preferred schedule…

Trey: And none of my other dormmates would be able to use the excuse that they'd be holding up other people in line.

[knock on door]

Trey: …Hm? Who's that? One second, I'll open the door.

[Heartslabyul Student E arrives]

Trey: One of my packages got mixed in with yours? Sorry for the trouble. Yeah, goodnight.

Trey: Wait, is this…? Ah, it is! It's the recipe book I bought online!

Trey: It had good reviews, so it grabbed my interest. Hmm, let's see… The sweets I wanted to make was…

Trey: Ah, found it. This is the one, combining cream and caramel into a puff pastry. This looks easier to make than I thought.

Trey: I need to try making it tomorrow… Ah wait, there's supposed to be a lot of sweets at the birthday party tomorrow.

Trey: Guess I'll have to wait until at least the day after tomorrow to try and make it. Oh man, just looking at this book is giving me more and more things I want to make.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Trey's Room]

[alarm rings]

Trey: …Ugh…

[Trey slaps alarm off]

Trey: …Shut up.

Trey: …Is it morning already? Hrrrngh… Ugh…

Trey: Yaaawn… Glasses, glasses… Mmm… It's not here… Where is it…? Ah, found it.

Trey: Nnnnggh… I'm so groggy… Uhh… What's going on today again?

Trey: Oh, right. Today's my birthday party…

Trey: .....................

Trey: …Ack! This isn't good, at this rate, I'll fall back asleep. I should go wash my face and brush my teeth…

Trey: Mmm, I feel like my brain's finally working.

Trey: I only planned on skimming it, but I ended up staying up late reading through that recipe book

Trey: I'm not a morning person, so I was trying not to stay up too late… Guess I can't get carried away like that.

Trey: Alright, guess it's time to get ready for the day. I'll pull out my mirror and start with sunscreen… Oh, oops.

Trey: That was close. I still had my glasses on, I should take them off.

Trey: That reminds me, I remember when I once forgot to take off my glasses and took a shower with them on.

Trey: All the other guys in the dorm couldn't stop laughing at how my lenses fogged up, that it was a running joke for a little while after that.

Trey: Okay, I'm done applying it. This sunscreen is pretty easy to apply, so it helps me get ready faster.

Trey: "Do you find daily maintenance troublesome? All the more reason to pick and choose the exact items you use!"

Trey: …Or so Rook said, when he gave me this. It's definitely different than the one I used to use, that's for sure.

Trey: Guess I'll just buy the same thing again once I'm out. Oh, right. I need to do something for Rook to pay him back for this, too.

Trey: Okay, next are my eyebrows. I'll use a pen to gently give them shape…

Trey: …When I look at my eyes this way, it really looks like I have a mean glare.

Trey: Cater did say once that a lighter-colored eyebrow mascara could help give a gentler feel. Maybe I should try that next time…?

Trey: Nah, nevermind, it's not like I tend to glare whenever I'm wearing my glasses, so I can just leave it. If anything, it'd just be a pain to add more to my makeup regimen.

Trey: All it needs is to look good, right? Oh, and I should paint on my suit before I forget…

Trey: Back when I was a freshman, all my clovers tended to be asymmetrical, or distorted, or just plain misshapen…

Trey: Now, I'm able to draw it on pretty quick and cleanly. Guess I've just gotten better over the years. …Alright, I've finished applying everything, so now I can put my glasses back on…

Trey: As for my hair… It looks like I have a bit of bedhead. Maybe I shouldn't've been wearing a headband like this?

Trey: But hey, I should be able to fix that with a bit of brushing. I just have to be a little careful here… I guess this'll do.

Trey: Once I get changed into my school uniform, I guess I'll head to campus a little earlier today. After all, there's someone who's waiting to give me a surprise.

[Main Street]

Silver: Good morning, Trey-senpai.

Silver: I was able to inform Riddle of our conversation yesterday. The present he chose is…

Trey: Hey now, you don't have to say anything else! I'll save the surprise for when I actually receive the gift.

Silver: I see. I understand. Well then, I hope you have a good birthday.

[Silver departs]

Trey: Thanks. Sorry for all the trouble.

Trey: I'm perfectly happy if I can just have a peaceful day, sure… But I guess I can still get excited about getting birthday presents.

Requested by @farfalla049 and @sakurakudo.

#twisted wonderland #twst #trey clover #silver #twst trey #twst silver #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: riddle #mention: crowley #mention: cater

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siriuslysatorusimping · 3 months ago

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*Preview* Bittersweet Memories

Hi there. I said I might post a preview or blurb of this, so I decided to go ahead and do that. IDK if or when I'll finish this. It was more of a spur of the moment thing I started that's spiraled in my drafts. It's heavily inspired by The Vow, except Satoru is the one who loses his memory. I don't have timeline or anything else really mapped out, so this preview is a bit choppy. But essentially, they were married, and there was an accident(haven't determined what) that caused him to forget her and getting married, so they got divorced. Again, all the details haven't been figured out yet, but she's in charge of a Tokyo branch of her mother's bakery now. I haven't decided if it'll be something she always did or if she quit her job to do it after the divorce.

It's pretty damn angsty, tbh. But I'd love to know what you guys think!

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*Preview* Bittersweet Memories

The bell above the door jingled, and Rinko called, “Welcome!” over her shoulder, “I’ll be right with you.”

Finishing her task, she turned quickly, her heart immediately thundering in her chest at the sight of Gojo Satoru staring at her in surprise.

Had he remembered? Was he here because he wanted to talk to her?

“Satoru–”

“This place is so cute!” a woman exclaimed, wrapping her arms through his and leaning into him. “Thank you for treating me, Satoru.”

The sharp pain in her chest stole her breath, and she swallowed thickly as she blinked the tears away. His memories hadn’t returned, or maybe they had. It didn’t matter now. What did matter was that he clearly didn’t want her anymore. He’d already moved on.

Smiling as brightly as she could, she forced enough air into her lungs to speak.

“Welcome,” she repeated, avoiding Satoru’s eyes by staring at the wall behind him. She could do this. She could keep going. She needed to keep going and accept that their marriage was over. That he wasn’t hers anymore. “What can I get for you?”

“A dozen of those.” Satoru pointed at the caramel miso butter cookies, his brow furrowed in thought. “And whatever she wants.”

Rinko ignored the ache in her chest, keeping the smile in place as she packaged the cookies.

He remembered that he liked the cookies, but he didn’t remember loving her. She guessed it made sense. He’d always had a sweet tooth.

She had to accept that he wasn’t hers anymore and that he never would be. He didn’t want her. He would never want her again.

“What do you recommend?” the woman asked, staring at Rinko curiously. “Everything looks so delicious. I heard that you’re based out of Kyoto?”

“My mother opened the main location in Kyoto,” Rinko confirmed, swallowing around the giant lump that appeared in her throat. “She decided to expand to Tokyo this year.”

“That’s precious,” the woman gushed. “This must be your dream, then. Following in your mother’s footsteps?”

The only difference was that she didn’t have a child like her mother did. Tears stung her eyes but she blinked to dispel them again.

“Something like that,” she finally replied. “We have some seasonal chestnut filled manju right now. I’d recommend those.”

At the woman’s excited nod, she placed a few inside a box and closed it carefully.

Stacking the containers, she accepted the cash Satoru held out, her skin burning when his fingers brushed against hers. Her chest felt hollow at the blank look he gave her as she handed his change back.

“Have a great rest of your day. I hope you enjoy the sweets!”

According to Shoko, it wasn’t anything serious. He was just dating again. Getting back out there. The knowledge didn’t comfort her. Though she didn’t know why she thought it might.

“Rinko-san,” Megumi called, sticking his head out from the back. “I finished sorting the inventory, so I’m gonna take a break.”

“Thanks, kid,” she replied absently as she rested her chin on her palm. “You can make yourself a drink, if you want.”

“Aunt Yuzu is gonna get onto you if you keep letting me have things for free.”

“Your Aunt Yuzu would be giving you even more things for free, and you know it.”

He grinned, disappearing into the back again and she heard the coffee machine just a moment later.

The bell on the door jingled, and she turned her head to welcome them. Her voice stuck in her throat at the sight of Satoru shifting his weight as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Um, hi,” he greeted awkwardly. “I’m– those cookies were really good, so…”

Of course he was back for the cookies. He’d almost given himself diabetes because of those damn things.

“They used to be your favorite,” she informed him as he trailed off, “so that doesn’t surprise me.”

“About the other day, if I’d known that this was your place, I wouldn’t have come in here.”

The air left her lungs as if he’d punched her, and she struggled to keep the hurt from showing on her face at his words. It stung. He really wanted nothing to do with her now.

Move. Get him his fucking cookies so he doesn’t have to look at you anymore.

Blinking, she felt her body moving, going through the motions of retrieving a box and placing cookies inside it.

“I meant– I meant if I’d known this was your place, I wouldn’t have– I wouldn’t have brought a date in here.”

She nodded mechanically, finishing her task and sliding the container across the counter toward him.

“I don’t see why you– if you want to buy your date dessert, there’s nothing stopping you,” she stated, wondering if that hollow ache she felt at the sight of him would ever fade. “It’s not like we have rules against couples here.”

His hand brushed against hers as he leaned closer across the counter. She tried not to flinch away.

“Listen,” he began, his voice quiet as his cologne filled her nose. The same cologne that still clung to some of her favorite shirts. “I’m sorry that I don’t– I’m sorry I’ve hurt you.”

“I’m sorry I don’t love you,” was what she was sure he stopped himself from saying. “I’m sorry that losing my memory also meant forgetting whatever made you lovable in my eyes.”

She always knew something like this was a possibility. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t remember whatever it was that made him think she was worth marrying when he’d never wanted to get married before. Losing his memory just solidified that whatever loose screw made him think she was the one for him had finally been righted.

Just like she’d always known would happen.

Finally mustering the courage to meet his eyes, she felt her chest split open at the sight of the azure depths staring back devoid of the love she’d grown so used to. She gave him the most genuine smile she could manage.

“I’m just glad you’re well enough to have your sweet tooth,” she replied lightly. “All that matters is that you’re happy.” even if that means you don’t want me anymore. “Have a great rest of your day.”

The door opened before he could grasp the handle, and Satoru’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the woman in front of him as hers widened in clear panic.

Why was she at his parents’ house?

“What are you–?”

“Rinko, you forgot the– Satoru,” His mother came into view behind her. “I didn’t realize you were coming over today.”

“Decided to drop by,” he replied, his eyes still on Rinko’s face. Why was she there? “Didn’t realize you still–”

“She’s my daughter, whether you accept that or not,” his mother stated firmly. “Rinko, dear, you almost forgot your food.”

“Right,” Rinko squeaked, turning briefly to accept the bag full of bento boxes. “Thank you again for lunch. You didn’t have to–”

“We wanted to,” his mother soothed, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Thank you for bringing the cake. Happy birthday, dear. Have a lovely weekend with your mother. Please tell her we said hi.”

“Of course,” Rinko agreed, extracting herself quickly and rushing past him.

“Be safe going home!”

Once she was gone, his mother turned to him, and he rolled his eyes slightly at the look in hers.

“Don’t start,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. He really didn’t want to deal with one of her lectures. “I get it, you’re pissed that you lost the perfect daughter-in-law–”

“I’m not angry with you at all,” she denied, stepping aside so he could enter. “I’m just sad.”

“I know you wanted me to stay married–”

“It had nothing to do with you being married,” she cut him off. “I wanted you to give yourself some time, to give her a chance, before you decided to divorce her just because you didn’t remember her. It’s not your fault that you don’t remember marrying her. But Satoru, you loved her more than anything else in the world. If you gave yourself some time to know her again, I have very little doubt you’d love her just like before.”

“You’re forgetting that I never wanted to get married,” he stated, following her into the kitchen. He spotted part of a strawberry cake sitting on the counter, immediately locating a fork and taking a bite. “Why was she here, anyway?”

“Did you not listen earlier?” His mother sighed, exasperated. “She’s still our daughter, whether you’re married or not. And it was her birthday, Satoru. We invited her over to have lunch for her birthday.”

He swallowed thickly, glancing down at the cake.

“She brought this, then?”

“Yes, she did.” She let out another sigh, quieter this time. “You know, the very first time you introduced Rinko to us, you pulled me aside and said that you were going to marry her if it was the last thing you did. You stood right there with hearts in your eyes and a giant grin on your face as you told me you never wanted to be without her.”

At this point, she should just accept that she was self-destructive. Nothing about what she was doing was healthy. It did absolutely nothing to help her move on with her life. But maybe she didn’t want to move on with her life. Not when her heart still fluttered every time she saw him, even if it left her feeling hollow and empty afterward.

Her heart had certainly already shattered beyond repair by now. So really, what did a bit more damage matter?

The bell above the door jingled with his entry, and she greeted him as she always did, the crack in her chest chipping open a bit further.

“One or two dozen?” she asked, used to the routine by now.

His weekly visits were something to both dread and look forward to. It stung that he still loved the cookies so much but felt nothing for her. But what wasn’t to love about her mother’s cookies?

His gaze still held no sign of warmth or affection for her when he met her eyes, something she’d finally grown used to after his first few visits.

The obvious suspicion when he’d seen her at his parents’ house had shaken her more than she expected. Going there had been a mistake, regardless of whether his mother had invited her. They weren’t married anymore. There was no reason for her to spend time with his parents. She still loved them, and she knew they still loved her, but it didn’t mean she could just cross boundaries he’d clearly set.

She didn’t want to put a strain on their relationship, or be in the way when he found someone else and wanted to introduce them.

After all, he was getting back into the swing of life. Back to work, enjoying it like he always had, hanging out with friends and helping some of his students on the weekends. He would be happier now without her in the way.

“Just one dozen this time,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

Nodding, she grabbed a box.

“Any plans for the weekend?” she asked instinctively.

What was she doing? He didn’t want to talk to her. He didn’t want anything to do with her beyond getting his cookies.

“I have a date,” he replied absently, his eyes going wide when she froze. “I’m– I mean– no big plans. Just–”

“That’s–” Her throat went dry as she tried to keep her chest from ripping open any further. She couldn’t risk whatever was left of her heart spilling out in front of him. Not when he was moving on. He deserved to move on and be happy without her holding him back. “That’s good– great, I mean. I’m glad you have plans. You– you seem happy. I’m really glad you’re happy.” without me.

She needed to stop talking. Forget being self-destructive, she was probably making him wildly uncomfortable.

Placing the container with his cookies on the counter, she tried to pretend he was just any other customer as she smiled.

“Have a great rest of your day.”

“All that matters is that you’re happy.”

“I’m really glad you’re happy.”

Her words echoed in his head as he approached the bakery, guilt beginning to creep up like it had every time since he’d stupidly blurted out that he had a fucking date when she asked him if he had plans for the weekend.

Fucking idiot.

He’d replied without even thinking about who he was talking to, but he’d regretted it as soon as he saw the look in her eyes.

He might not have wanted to be married, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to make her suffer.

At least, that’s what he told himself despite the fact that he knew he’d broken her heart and looked the other way when she cried because he didn’t want to believe it was true. He hadn’t wanted to believe he’d completely forgotten years of his life. Years that apparently involved him getting married. The documents and pictures really didn’t lie, though. He knew his family wouldn’t lie about something like that, either.

Everyone said it wasn’t his fault. They said that it wasn’t his fault he didn’t remember her.

What he did remember was the look in her eyes when he’d asked her who she was when he woke up. Asked her why she was in his hospital room and why she was so close to him. The look in her eyes when he’d said he wanted a divorce because he’d never wanted to get married in the first place, and he couldn’t believe that he’d ever changed his mind on that. The sobs she’d tried to conceal as she packed her bags and left without a single protest.

She erased herself from his life so quickly that he’d wondered if she’d always planned on doing so. If she’d been waiting for a way out.

And then she’d appeared again in an instant, standing in front of him in a bakery his date had wanted to try.

Her face had filled with so much hope when she saw him, only to crumple in the next moment when she saw who he was with.

But yet, even after everything he’d done, she still greeted him with a smile and told him she just wanted him to be happy. That she was glad he was happy.

Who wants you to be happy? Who asks if you are okay?

The questions always died in his throat before he could voice them. It felt wrong to ask. Like it was a line he shouldn’t cross because it would be insensitive. Who asked their ex-wife, that they didn’t even remember getting married to, if she was okay after they’d broken her heart without even a second thought?

She clearly wasn’t okay, but she pretended to be. At least, she tried to pretend. But how the hell did he even know that? What part of his psyche just happened to remember what she looked like when she lied?

What he was doing wasn’t just mean. It was cruel.

“Welcome!” she called cheerfully when the bell jingled above his head.

Her voice made his heart speed up, and he blinked at the feeling.

She did have a very pretty voice. He’d noticed the first time he’d heard her speak when he woke up in the hospital. The relief that bled through her words when she saw him open his eyes had confused him at the time. The hurt that colored her tone when he’d asked her to leave still haunted him.

He was suddenly struck by the desire to remember how they’d met. What had he said to her? How had they ended up together in the first place? He’d never really been the relationship type. What had convinced him?

“One or two dozen?” she asked, her question pulling him back to the present. Her smile seemed forced, not reaching her eyes.

How did he know that? Why did he suddenly remember that her real smile made her eyes shine and crinkle at the corners? How was it that he knew her eyes looked like polished jade stone in the moonlight when she was excited?

“Wait,” she said, frowning. “I– sorry, I forgot I don’t even have a full dozen right now. But if you don’t mind waiting just a bit, I can get you a fresh batch?”

Why would she go out of her way to do that?

“Don’t you only have a half-hour till close?” he asked, checking the time. Wouldn’t that waste cookies? “I’ll just take whatever you have left–”

“It’s– I bake them by the dozen anyway, so I’d throw in the couple I have left and call it a day.” She pursed her lips to the side. “But if you don’t want to wait, I understand. Sorry, it was rude of me to ask. I can just–”

“I don’t mind waiting,” he rushed out, taking a seat at one of the small tables. “It’s not a big deal to me.”

She nodded, ducking into the back for a few minutes before reappearing.

“Coffee or tea while you wait? Do you still like–” She cut off, her voice cracking before she cleared her throat. “What would you like to drink?”

“I’m okay,” he stated, that familiar guilt threatening to boil over again.

Should he start a conversation? Or would that give the wrong impression? He didn’t want her to think he was… trying to get too familiar. But he felt bad. He felt like he should say something when she was going out of her way for him. Why did she do that? Why did she seem to care so much about his convenience at the cost of her own?

Before he could say anything, she disappeared into the back, leaving him alone in the small cafe area as the guilt ate away at him.

Was he crazy, or had she lost weight since she’d moved out? Her clothes seemed to fit her differently than they had months ago. Was that why his mother had given her extra leftovers?

Why did the idea of her not eating enough bother him so much?

He jumped when she placed the box on the table in front of him. His chest ached as he watched her step away quickly, retreating back behind the counter before he could even stand. Why did that bother him? Why was he suddenly wondering if she had moved on yet? Why did the idea of seeing her with someone else make him inexplicably angry when he was dating other people?

“On the house,” she informed him, waving him off when he pulled his wallet out anyway. “Since you had to wait.”

He’d barely noticed the time passing because he’d been so stuck in his own head. The warmth that seeped from the box into his hands felt nice. An oddly familiar sense of comfort filled him knowing he’d get to eat fresh cookies even though he couldn’t remember having done so before.

“It wasn’t a big deal,” he argued, peeking into the box to see two dozen cookies neatly stacked. “Let me pay–”

“You know, they say time is money,” she joked, her smile faltering when he just frowned. “Really, Sa– Gojo-san, don’t worry. Thank you for being patient.”

The way her voice quivered as she corrected herself made his heart drop to his gut, and he sighed reluctantly.

“Fine,” he conceded. “But I’m paying for them next time.”

He’s happy, and that makes me happy.

She repeated that to herself over and over as she forced herself to take deep breaths.

He’s happy, and that makes me happy.

Because she loved him, she just wanted him to be happy. Even if that meant he didn’t want her anymore. Even if it meant he didn’t love her.

He’s happy, and that makes me happy.

That was all that mattered. His happiness and well-being were the most important.

Life never worked out exactly as planned. So what if her entire future was completely different now? At least she’d gotten a few years to be the happiest she’d ever been.

He’s happy, and that makes me happy.

She would be content knowing he was living his life the way he wanted.

“Just one date with me, Kurisaki-chan,” Satoru implored, leaning towards her as they stood at the bar. “Just one date, and if you don’t have a good time, I’ll never ask you again.”

Her skeptical look drew a chuckle from him. He liked when she looked at him like that. Something about it made him want to tease her more. He gave her a small pout.

“I’d be so good to you,” he implored, debating getting on his knees and begging. Everything about her made him want to know her more, made him want her to know him more.

“Your history doesn’t say that,” Rinko replied, tilting her head and pursing her lips to the side. He was dying to kiss her. “We both know I’m not your type, Gojo.”

“What’s my type?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “What do you think my type is?”

“One-night stands,” she stated bluntly. “No strings attached, no feelings, no relationships.”

Ouch.

“I have feelings for you,” he informed her, his heart racing when she snorted. “Gimme a chance, Kurisaki-chan. I promise I won’t break your heart. I’ll take such good care of you. You just gotta promise not to break my heart, yeah?”

“Promise not to break my heart, yeah?”

The words repeated in his mind over and over and over again as he emptied his stomach into the toilet.

What kind of moron had he been?

Of all the things for him to promise. Of all the promises for him to break.

How could she even stand the sight of him after what he’d done to her?

“I promise I won’t break your heart.”

The look in her eyes when he’d told her he didn’t know why he would get married when he’d never wanted to before flashed through his mind. The hurt she made no effort to hide when he asked her to leave the house they’d apparently shared for years. He hadn’t just broken her heart, he’d shattered it and then walked right over the pieces so he could get cookies.

Avoiding her eyes, he shifted his feet uncomfortably while he waited his turn.

“How many today?” she asked lightly, her voice sending a fresh wave of guilt through him. “One or two dozen?”

“Whichever,” he replied, still unable to meet her eyes. How could she talk to him so casually? How could she just pretend he hadn’t hurt her so deeply? “Doesn’t matter.”

Her quick intake of breath had his gaze snapping to her face. The practiced smile paired with the sadness in her eyes made him feel sick again. He might vomit right in the middle of the bakery.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he blurted out, his gut dropping when she jumped. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a shaky laugh.

“For not knowing how many cookies you want?”

“I promised I wouldn’t break your heart,” he croaked, his throat closing as his shame threatened to choke him. “I–”

“It was a silly promise,” she cut him off, her brow furrowing as she pursed her lips to the side. “You couldn’t have possibly known what would happen.”

He’d never fucking deserved her love before and he sure as hell never would now.

“I knew you weren’t being serious when you said that,” she stated, shrugging. “I– I already told you I don’t regret marrying you. I don't regret giving you a chance. I don’t regret loving you, either. I just– I just hope you don’t–”

“I don’t,” he rushed, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I’m– I don’t regret it even though I don’t… remember. But I wish I– I wish I could take back how much I've hurt you.”

AN: I included more in this preview than I originally intended but I got carried away and here we are. What'd you guys think? It's a lil angsty, huh?

#gojo satoru x original female character #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #goinko au #goinko angst #goinko preview #bittersweet memories #goinko bittersweet memories #gojo and rinko #rinko and gojo #gojo x rinko #gojo angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo and rinko au #gojo and rinko angst #goinko drafts #goinko au drafts

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colossal-fallout · 2 years ago

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Daddy Reiner 👶

New series of headcannons. What the character is like as a parent. Including conception, during the pregnancy and after.

Includes; Non-childbearing persons.

Warnings: smut. Fluff.

Conception 🌺

It's well known in my headcannons that Reiner has heavy kinks within the areas of mating presses and a pregnancy kink. Taking this into account he almost blew his load on the spot when you bring up the subject of starting a family.

Seriously. Like first his heart almost leaped out of his chest, tears threatening those honeyed eyes... but once it hit home, he was beyond ferral.

Growling. Lots of growling into you and moans you've never heard come from him before as he dips as deep as he can into you.

He's desperate, pawing at you a lot more urgently than he's ever done before. High pitched squeaks are escaping him as he's far too gone to keep watch of what noises he makes.

"Gonna give you all my cum... nurgh.. every. Last. Drop."

"Fuck... take it all... take all of me baby... uh... fuck ~~"

"You're gonna be leaking my cum from everywhere. S-so full... your gonna be... so so full of me..."

Roars as he experiences the biggest orgasm of his life. He wanted to make sure his cock spewed everything he had so he'd been edging himself for hours. Fucking you painfully slowly. You're beyond gone from the amount of times his delicious fat head as sent you into the heavens.

Keeps himself plugged in you after, his cock hardening again quickly he's that turned on by the whole thing. He can't help but thrust his juices into you and to both of your surprise he cums again.

Pretty much every fuck is like that from now on because when you do conceive and your stomach starts to swell - he loses control for too easily.

For those who aren't able or chose not to bear children, Reiner gets just as excited when you suggest adoption. He'll still ravage you, pumping you full with his seed and kissing your lower stomach deeply before teasingly making his way to your sex.

During pregnancy 🌷

As much as he loves you and his little unborn bambino, he still has a couple of freak outs. He never had a dad. Could he be a Good one without witnessing it being modeled? You were the one who had to teach him how to do up his tie. How the hell could he be useful in this family dynamic?

You obviously reassure him. He'd be an amazing dad.

He's at your side 24/7. Makes sure you drink enough, eat enough, God help you if you lift something heavy - he'll scold you out of love.

Sick? He'll hold your hair and rub your back. If you're like me and prefer to be alone when you're spewing up the contents of your stomach, he'll reluctantly hover outside until you're done.

Adores making slow love to you while you're swollen and stuffed with his seed.

Reads loads of pregnancy and parenting books. He's preparing himself the best he can.

His face turns green when he learns about things like mucus plugs and the like. But it'll help him put on a brave face when the time arrives.

Adoption ♥

He can't contain how excited he is. He's like a kid on Christmas eve. He wants to shout it from the rooftops.

When you visit the orphanage, he's pretty sad. He knows what it's like to be in that situation (sort of) and he wants to take them all home and give them a loving family. He is so sweet.

Whether you adopt or conceive - if you aren't married yet, he will certainly be proposing very soon.

Other than this points, Reiner will be no different if you decide to adopt <3

Arrival 💐

Holds your hand the entire time. Doesn't flinch when you're almost breaking his fingers. He admires you so much, putting yourself through the pain to bring a small person into the world.

He's in awe. Totally in love. With both you and the little one. Silent tears stream down his face and as soon and it's just the three of you, sobs uncontrollably.

That moment he pledges his soul to his new little family ❤️

If you have twins or triplets, he breaks down sobbing regardless of who is in the room. He's just overwhelmed with love and joy.

"How could a man like me create something so tiny and perfect?" He'll whisper in awe.

Helps with the night feeds. He stays awake (he's used to that from training anyway) making sure you get your rest. He suggests you pump breast milk so he can feed them during the night.

Very protective. No animals around the baby for the first year. No strangers touching them. No one kissing them. Nothing. Nada. And he's not shy about letting people know his rules, either.

Almost broke Connie's jaw when he went to pinch their cheek.

Carries baby on his shoulders when they're a little older. He constantly plays with them and his favorite part of the day is coming home from work to see his two loves.

Goes ape shit if another child pushes yours over. He will demand to see their parent immediately.

Reiner will certainly want more than one. He'd have probably about five kids, given how much he loves them (and loves making them)

WOULD NOT care if his little girl wants to get muddy with football or his boy wants to be a ballerina. He'll support them unconditionally.

Reiner is an amazing father. A supportive and loyal husband too. He really is just the best <3

#attack on titan reiner #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner x y/n #reiner braun headcanons #aot headcanons #pregnancy headcanon #snk hcs #reiner hcs #reiner braun fluff #aot reiner braun #reiner braun x you

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youshouldhavepaidattentiondad · 1 month ago

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Holding on to Feel the Same

Ao3

The sweet taste of cherry pie lingers on Duke's tongue. With a satisfied sigh, he sets down his fork.

Miss Holloway appears, clearing the empty plate with a grin. “How was it?”

“It was delicious, darlin’. It always is,” Duke chuckles.

The jukebox plays some 80's ballad to the empty diner. The clock on the wall reads a quarter till midnight.

In this moment, it feels like they're the only two people in the world.

Duke gives her a dreamy smile. He stands from his seat at the counter, extending a hand to her. “May I have this dance?”

Musical laughter escapes Miss Holloway's painted lips as she steps around the counter to take his hand. “You certainly can.”

As they sway together to the music, Duke gathers his courage. “I have a question for you.”

“Oh?” Miss Holloway tilts her head. “What is it?”

The question hangs heavy in the silence.

Sam takes one deep breath then another. “Never mind,” he finally says through gritted teeth.

“Sam, honey, just talk to me,” Charlotte pleads, voice wavering like she's about to cry.

“Fine.” A hand reaches up to pull off his aviators. His blue eyes are filled with tears. “Why do we keep doing this, Char? We're both fucking miserable.”

Gasping, Charlotte shakes her head. “We're just in a rough patch right. It'll get better-”

“When?” Sam demands, his voice breaking. “It's been years, nothing is getting better, Nothing is helping. Not counseling, not cuddle nights, nothing.”

He takes a deep breath, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes. Exhaustion bleeds into his voice. “I'm tired, Char. I'm so fucking tired.”

“Then sleep?” Paul suggests, brow furrowed in confusion. “I don't-”

“No, Paul,” Emma tries again with a sigh. Her brown eyes glimmer sadly. “I'm tired of this.” She gestures between the two of them. “I'm not- I'm not the settling down type. I'm not the girl you take home to meet your parents and have a nice little white picket fence life with.”

Blinking, Paul slowly stands from where he had been kneeling. The ring box in his hands closes loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet.

“So that's a no,” he tries to say nonchalantly. His voice still trembles.

“Look, I'm sorry.” Emma tries to console him. A hand comes up to run back through her hair as she watches how poorly he attempts to cover up the obvious heartbreak.

“Okay.” Paul slides the ring box back into his pocket. “Okay.” He gives her a weak smile. “Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

He gives a thumbs up. “I should go. Take care, Emma.” He heads for the door, hoping she'll call after him.

There's no sound.

Ted sits on his bed as he studies the photograph cradled in his hands. Silent tears slip down his cheeks as he stares at the image.

He's there, young and naive, face free of facial hair. He ignores himself in favor of the young woman beside him.

Years have passed but he can't seem to let go. Despite the sadness, resentment burns at his heart just like the tears in his eyes.

She never bothered to reach out to him so why should he go through the trouble of tracking her down? What does it matter If he loves her?

Jenny clearly didn't want him.

The silence breaks as he mutters, “Fucking bullshit.”

“What?” Ethan asks, tone stunned as he stares at Lex.

“You heard me!” Anger rages like fire in Lex's eyes. “I work my stupid fucking minimum wage job and come home to cook and clean and all this other shit-”

Ethan tries to shush her. “Babe, keep it down, Hannah's trying to sleep-”

This only seems to infuriate Lex more. Her voice drops to deadly quiet. “I do everything and what do I get for it?” She hisses.

“Babe, you're not alone-” Ethan tries, only to be cut off.

“It sure fucking feels like it!” Lex shakes her head, hands fumbling in her jacket pockets for her cigarettes and lighter. “I just- I need to be alone for one goddamn minute.”

She walks out the door, slamming it behind her.

Pete flinches at the sound. He stands on the doorstep, unsure of what to do next.

On the other side of the door, he can hear the mayor and Steph yelling at one another. He winces at their raised voices, taking a step back.

After what feels like an eternity, the shouting stops. The door flies open and Steph storms out. She takes Pete’s hand, squeezing so hard it feels like his fingers might come off.

Pete waits until they've walked a couple blocks before he stops, tugging Steph to a halt as well.

She turns to look at him, tears streaked with mascara running down her face.

He pulls her into a tight hug, unsurprised when she slumps against him.

“He hates me,” Steph manages to get out before her voice gets stolen by a sob. “He hates me and I don't know why.”

“He's just adjusting,” Tom assures, frowning slightly. “I'm sure he doesn't hate you.”

Becky sighs. “Tim said it to my face, Tom. I don't know if he thinks I'm trying to replace his mom or that I'm trying to steal you from him, but he said it and it felt like he meant it.”

Tom fidgets with the piece of wood in his hands. “I'm sure he'll come around, Beck. He's nine. Big emotions and all that.”

Nodding, she sighs again as she sinks into a nearby chair. “I don't want to cause problems between you and your son,” Becky explains, “But I don't want to lose you again. It was hard enough the first time.”

Wiley laughs, a harsh, gravelly sound. “Really now? What, were you heartbroken over me, Johnny? Crying into your pillow like some lovesick teenage girl?”

Without thinking, John hits his fist off the plexiglass that divides the two of them. The ache in his hand is nothing compared to the pain in his chest. “I loved you!” he snaps, composure completely shattered.

Smirking, Wiley takes a step forward, placing an open palm on the plexiglass, right over John's fist. “I think you messed up there, Johnny. You said it in past tense. We both know you're not over me.”

The tags around John's neck feel like they weigh a thousand pounds.

Wiley's grin only grows. “Oh, I know you, Johnny. I know you even better than you know yourself. You keep hoping I'm going to come back. No matter how much you try to push it down, try to ignore it, you just can't get rid of that hope.”

It hurts. John feels like he can't breathe. His hand relaxes, his palm pressed against Wiley's through the plexiglass.

“You want to beg for me to come back.” Wiley's eyes glint maliciously. “Go on. Just ask.”

Duke swallows nervously. “Would you want to go on a date sometime?”

Their dancing comes to an abrupt halt as Miss Holloway stares at Duke, something akin to horror in those bright blue eyes.

“Oh, Duke…” She steps away from him, shaking her head. “I'm sorry, but I can't.”

His heart drops. “But I thought-” he starts.

“I'm sorry,” She repeats. She reaches up like she's going to cup his face, but jerks her hand back like she's been burned. “I'm not… you could do better.”

“But I want it to be you,” he counters almost desperately.

Shaking her head once more, Miss Holloway turns away from him. “It's late. You should get going. I need to close up.”

Defeated, Duke heads for the door, the bitter taste of rejection lingering on his tongue.

#hatchetfield universe #tgwdlm #black friday #nightmare time #npmd #john macnamara #wilbur cross #miss holloway #duke keane #holloweane #crossnamara #macnacross #paulkins

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Scarian Flirting and Fishing pt. 2

(I know I said I wasn’t going to be adding onto the one-shot-- but that was before Grian’s latest episode came out, so here we are. Don’t hold your breath for another part. Also, I decided that it wasn’t going to be a modern setting, but I’m also too lazy to make either of these historically accurate. I wrote these for fun, they weren’t meant to be anything too thought out. Here's part one if you haven't read it yet. I was also too tired to edit it, but I need it out of my docs because it'll consume my thought otherwise.)

“So, why do you want this book so badly?” Scar was curious since he hadn’t seen Grian before. He had never imagined what would stem from a simple encounter with the sandy haired man.

He’d been following Grian for about a month now. They’d go to nearby streams, scrounge around for the book, spend hours getting excited only to be disappointed once again.

After the first two days, Scar bought a fishing rod to help out. But Grian had insisted that he wanted to be the one to find it, nevertheless Scar fished because it bothered Grian.

“I need it for something important that I’m working on. You know you can leave whenever you want.”

“Still trying to get rid of me, don’t you get tired of it?”

“Don’t you get tired of following me?” He shot Scar a look that only caused him to burst out laughing.

“You just aren’t going to give up.”

“I should be the one saying that.”

Why was he staying this long? There was no reason for him to continue bothering Grian. It’s simply something that had integrated into his daily routine. Every day without fail they would link up, take a walk down to the river and start fishing. They’d eat together, talk together, and enjoy each other’s company. It mainly consisted of Scar ranting to his hearts content, while Grian pretended not to listen. Every now again Grian would forget and chime into the conversation to Scar’s surprise.

Through it all they continued to hang around each other. The other’s presence because comforting and routine. Though Grian would never admit it, he was happy that Scar stuck around. Even if he wasn’t ecstatic about Scar in the beginning, each fishing trip felt a little more fulfilling even without a mending book. He hadn’t wanted to spend this month any other way.

“I don’t think this is the spot.” He dejectedly spoke as he reeled in another fish.

“Are you sure? It’s barely been an hour.”

“No, I’m not sure, but I’m just so sick of getting nothing every single day. It’s so infuriating.” A sigh left his lips as he tossed it onto the pile and put down his fishing rod.

“Why don’t we just take a break. Let’s head into town to eat for a change.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Finish up while I start packing up our stuff.”

‘Our.’ Just that simple word stuck in Scar’s head, enough to distract him from the pulling on his line. Snapping out of it, he reeled in is line. Much to his dismay it was a book. He walked over to his pile, but before he could inspect it, Grian called out to him.

“Ready to get going yet?”

He hid the book in the pile of items he had acquired pretending to sift through it. “Yeah, just let me finish putting everything away and I’ll be good to go.”

“Oh… Alright, I’ll just wait for you then.” Without another word Grian started towards the fishery.

Scar brought the book back out. It had a royal purple coloured cover decorated with golden trim, and an ominous aura to it. Besides, he already knew it was what Grian was looking for. Just in case, he was going to allow it to dry. Once he had gathered himself, he made his way to where Grian was.

“What are you in the mood for?”

“Anything as long as it’s delicious and filling.” Grian sulked as they strolled.

Scar just smiled, leading the way to the nearby tavern. They grabbed something quick to eat, not paying much mind to the time. Scar’s priority was to cheer Grian up after all. Well, that was before he had found what they had been searching for. It felt like it was looming over his head. He knew he had to tell Grian eventually.

“So, G. What are you going to do when you do find that book?” That question earned a coughing fit from Grian. “Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. Here-” He passed Grian his handkerchief, urging him to drink water as he tried to calm down.

“Why… Why do you ask?” Grian replied in between coughs. He cleared his throat, quietly thanking Scar and beckoning him to continue.

“Well, I just got to thinking. We’ve been fishing for a month, and it has to come to an end. I was just wondering what would happen to us when it does… End I mean.”

“Oh. I hadn’t really thought about what we would do. I guess, we’d probably go our separate ways.”

They sat there in silence for a moment. Wondering what the other was thinking. The thought of this coming to end was bittersweet and heartbreaking. Scar didn’t want it to end, but he’d be lying if the thought didn’t cross his mind. What was he to do after this? What was his life lie before hanging around Grian? That thought has only caused him more grief.

Scar never stayed in one place for very long. There was never anything keeping him tied to a single area. He was free to do as he pleased without a care in the world. For the first time, he had something to look forward to. Casual conversation, playful pranks, and a type of warmth he hadn’t experienced before. He liked the sense of security he began to associate with Grian. His home.

The thought of something changing, or Grian leaving him was devastating. And the fear began to set in. If he were to show Grian what he had found there was a large possibility that he’d leave him. He couldn’t take that chance. Maybe, if he held onto it for a little longer, he could find another reason for Grian to stay. Just maybe.

#hermitcraft #grian #goodtimeswithscar #scarian #hermitshipping #not edited #but I'll get around to editing it later #later night writing #the name of this two part series isn't the best so if you have a better name please let me know #the name is just what I labelled it in my doc lol

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Christmas Baking (scaramouche x gender neutral reader)

A/N - Going into 2025 writing about the same character I've liked since 2020 wasn't on my bingo list.

The smell of dried oranges and rosemary fills every corner of your home, a telltale sign of Christmas approaching. You've always loved Christmas best, the intimacy that comes with the season of snow is enough to make you want to fall in love once more.

You walk into the kitchen and lo and behold, Scaramouche is standing there in all his glory in his pyjamas with a cute apron tied around his waist. You walk behind him before giving him a hug from the back.

"Up so early? What are you doing?", you ask, looking over at the scene displayed on the marbled table as you place your chin on his shoulder.

"I'm making tres leches, and I always wake up early. But you, awake at this hour? Astounding.", he remarks, keeping up his mixing of the batter and paying no attention to you.

"It's Christmas, scara. Can I not catch a break from all your snide remarks for once?", you laugh.

"Perhaps for your New Year's resolution, you had better change yourself for the better. Maybe then I'll tone down on the insults."

"Oh? But you love me for the way I am, no?", you tease, turning your head to give him a kiss.

He doesn't respond to your teasing, but what he does is turn his head to kiss you back, and that action alone tells you what his answer is already.

"Whatever, there's apple crumble in the microwave for you by the way, I know you love eating those", he says.

Your heart flutters and a smile spreads across your face when you hear him say he made your favorite dessert. You tighten the hug for a little while, thanking him for his hard work before your hand reaches for the cupboard to pour some Zinfandel to pair with your apple crumble.

The tender slices of the sweet-tart apple, caramel notes of brown sugar paired with cinnamon tastes like heaven on your tongue and you can't stop yourself from stuffing another bite in your mouth. You reach for the glass of wine, swirling it a little before taking a sip. The wine's ripe berry undertones mingle with the sweetness of the desert, creating the perfect balance.

Scaramouche turns to look at your contended expression and feels his heart swell with love and pride.

"Don't drink too much wine so early on, you'll develop health issues faster than you expect.", he comments before getting back to pouring the batter into a pan and putting it into the oven.

"Scara, try this. It's so good.", you insist, scooping a part of the crumble to feed it to him.

Before he can protest, you shove it into his mouth and you see his expression change from annoyance to cringing out at the sweetness of the dessert.

"Isn't it absolutely delectable? All the desserts you make for me are always delicious, I only wish that I could do the same for you, scara", you say as you scoop another mouthful of the dessert to eat.

"If you'd like, you can help me finish the tres leches when it's baked. It'll be like you made it.", he suggested.

✧ ｡ .: * ♡

"Now, pour some the condensed milk mixture over the whole cake, and make sure that you pour it over the holes that I've made in the cake.", he directs, standing beside you to ensure that you were doing everything correctly.

You carefully pour a layer over the entire cake just as he says, making sure that you let the cake absorbs the mixture before you pour another layer over it. Your mouth is already watering seeing the cake turn moist from the amount of liquid it is holding.

"Time for the icing, take some of it from the bowl and gently spread it over the cake."

You look over at the bowl of icing and with the spatula in it, you scoop a dallop of icing and spread it evenly over the dessert. The icing on the cake looks just like the snow outside, soft and perfect.

"Now, you can add whatever toppings you'd like.", he says.

"The treat seems sweet enough as is, I think I'll add some dark chocolate so that you can also enjoy it with me.", you say as you unwrap some dark chocolate from the fridge.

With one hand holding the dark chocolate, the other raises the box grater on top of the cake. You found yourself struggling to grate the chocolate as the grater kept moving above the cake. Every attempt to grate the chocolate down the jagged surface resulted in uneven curls that fluttered onto the cake and stubborn chunks that clung onto the grater's teeth. Frustrated, you sigh in defeat.

Scaramouche watches you struggle the entire time, thinking that you look stupidly adorable for how you chose dark chocolate as the topping as that was the only chocolate that he could tolerate, and for how you tried to grate the chocolate despite never having tried a grater before.

"You're doing it wrong.", is all he says before he goes behind you, hands on your own, guiding you to put the grater down on a cutting board to grate the chocolate, producing perfect looking curls that can easily be scattered on top of the cake. "This is how it should be done."

You can hardly pay attention to what he is saying, in fact, you don't think you hear what he said at all. All you could focus on was the warmth that was transmitted from his hand to your own. You loved it, the warmth of his hand on yours, and the closeness of the both of you. It creates a warmth that spreads throughout your entire being, and you hope that it will continue to warm you until the year ends.

"Hey, earth to you? Are you there? The tres leches is done.", he quips, snapping his fingers to get your attention.

"Oh, sorry. But, oh, the tres leches looks absolutely delicious, scara. Let me take a few pictures and then we can try it.", you say as you whip out your phone to take a few shots of it from different angles.

Scaramouche watches you take out two forks when you finish, handing one to him and signalling to him to eat some of the cake.

You dig into the cake first, stuffing a large portion straight into your mouth. The flavours of the cake and the dark chocolate creates a symphony on your tongue, and you smile in delight.

He helps himself to a small piece of the dessert, however, making sure that he gets all the elements of it in the one piece. He can't deny that the bitterness of the dark chocolate really helps to balance out the sweetness from the moist cake, something that he tethers over constantly.

He loves you, for how you're willing to pick something bitter to top the cake despite your sweet tooth. He loves the thought of it so much that he hooks an arm over you to pull you close for a kiss on the cheek.

"So, was your wish fulfilled?", he asks, arm still hooked over your shoulders to keep you close.

"If you enjoyed it, then I'd say it's a success.", you , turning over to him to give him a sweet smile.

"Consider this a Christmas with fulfilment then. Merry Christmas, darling.", he murmurs, tilting his head to give you another kiss.

#genshin impact #genshin #kunikuzushi #scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #scara #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader

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and for your other game, k + r + z, if i may ask so humbly of you, my dear !! i have warmed up croissants for us both, along with some delicious coffee / tea 💝🥐☕️ !!

how sweet of you sweet dilly!! bringing warmed up croissants and drinks for us when it should be me treating you!!! 🥺 and of course you may ask!! thank you so much for keeping me company on this brunch / midnight snack ! 💗

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

oh dear angst 😭 i think ex!bakugo might be the angstiest one i've come up with so far!! (which is currently being developed!! it's the next long fic i plan to finish) i like me a good hurt/comfort but when it's just hurt no comfort 😖 i'm weak !! my heart can never take it !!!

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

i can only really read a major character death if it's canon, and even then it's really hard for me to!! my heart really can't take it!! like i know the writing's gonna be good but i just... i'd be a complETE MESS. like. unable to recover 😭 i've written mentions of character deaths but not during... the process... of it... i cannot tolerate... anyone's death i think... 😭 my loves must stay alive with me... 😭

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

yes so many fanfic writers i adore!! for col especially, i mentioned @seravphs and @augustinewrites as being main influences for the way i chose to write gojo!! i think i base it more on their versions of characters (bc characterisation is big for me!) than other things like writing style etc. other influences i have are: for gojo --- @/saetoru (bc of rb!gojo), @/hawnks; for bakugo --- @/willowser, @/ofmermaidstories, @/bakughosts

those are just off the top of my head!! and writers i am silently admiring from afar :') i'm sure the influences will change for every version of each character i plan to write though !

i associate my mutuals w their very distinct ways of writing our faves too!! (lowkey appreciation post ahead!!)

@stellamancer - for expert dialogue n banter between reader and gojo (unnamed fic verse) i go thru niku's stuff so quick bc the conversations flow so well!!!

@seravphs (alr mentioned sera) - for teen dad!gojo but also recently knight!gojo (my god... everything abt it is just... UGH)

@crysugu - for papa!gojo 🥺 and the most devoted nanami i have ever seen in cariño; my sweet dilly is the intimacy queen!!!

@strawberrystepmom - for semi-established gojo x reader!! kendall drops another piece in this universe and u can catch me SCRAMBLINGGG TO READDD (she also converted me into a natsuo fucker fml......) kendall's really good at immersing u in her stuff!!

@satoruhour - dad!gojo too 🥺 whether to own kids or megumi/tsumiki !! i have yet to go thru all of t's stuff but every time she posts abt gojo i go into gojo brainrot 😣

@kentoangel - for nanami but especially bodyguard nanami 😣 he lives in my mind!!! whenever roma talks abt nanami i melt inside!! and lately even the choso posts r getting to me 😭

@soumies - for angst. somi breaks my heart. she wrote a gojo angst series and it ruined me. and she wrote an iwa angst drabble and it wrecked me too.

@augustinewrites (alr mentioned augustine) - for keeping up with the fushigojos ofc!! and her iwa stuff too!!! (i love anyone who loves him!!) 😭💗

@vagabond-umlaut - for twin dad!gojo!! the twins!!! my heart melts with this series by kit!!

@gardenofnoah - for the works of hers that i've read so far and just been floored by (there's a bakugo one and a todoroki one, and a nanami drabble!) they're all different from one another but bea writes so so so beautifully, i fear going thru her masterlist (but i'll still do it!!!) bc i know it'll break my heart just to mend it back up!!!

@c4ssiopeias - for that heart-wrenching ex!bakugo fic that ripped my heart up!! haven't gone through nova's masterlist yet but her writing is so so painfully raw!!

@treasuringizu - for an atsumu i'll fall in love with always!!!! kc writes him so hNGh-ly i wanna squish him and punch him and kiss him all at the same time!!!

☕♡🍞 brunch chats or a midnight snack! ☕♡🍞 pick from any of these ask games: 1 | 2 | 3 and let’s talkkkk!!

#i couldn't sTOP YAPPIN AGAIN!!#forgive me sweet dilly #thank u for sending another one of these!!#it got long but it was fun !!!#i love talking abt my fave writers !!!#i hope i didn't miss anyone !! if i did come after me !!!!#ask #rep #crysugu #ask game

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pardi-real · 1 year ago

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Main Story Ep. 2 / Part 1 / Chapter 6 - The Butler's Secret

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[Devil's Palace, Your Room]

Knock, knock

Muu: "Oh? Someone's here."

> "Come in, please"

Click

Berrien: "Excuse me, my lord. As I mentioned earlier, thank you for your meeting with the nobles. Please, take some time to rest. Here is a milk tea made with Assam tea leaves, and a raspberry muffin."

> "Thank you" > "Looks delicious"

Berrien: "It seems to be Lono's latest sweets creation."

Muu: "Looks very delicious...!"

Berrien: "I actually tasted the prototype the other day... It was very tasty."

> "I can't wait to try it!"

After that, I enjoyed a leisurely cup of tea and a raspberry muffin.

Berrien: "How was it?"

> "It was delectable!" > "It was great!"

Berrien: "Fufu... ♪ I'll let Lono know. I'm sure he'll be very pleased. I'll ask him to prepare one for Muu, too."

Muu: "Yay! I'm looking forward to it!"

Berrien: "Anyway… My apologies for being so busy lately... and for having you attend many meetings with the nobles…"

> "It's perfectly fine"

Berrien: "Since the appearance of the intelligent angel... The nobles seem to be in turmoil."

> "You're right…" > "Everyone's in a panic"

Berrien: "Um... I'm going to change the subject a little bit... I have something to tell you, my lord."

> "Hm? About what?" > "You need to tell me something?"

Berrien: "I'm sorry... Muu. Can I have a moment alone with the lord?"

Muu: "Huh? Y-yes! Yes, sir! Excuse me, My Lord."

> "Okay"

Click

Berrien: "Well…"

> "So, what's up?"

Berrien: "It's about Bastien the other day. When he's about to be swallowed up by the devil he's contracted to, the lord helped him out."

> "I'm not sure how that happened, though…"

Berrien: "Um… Do you know the requirements to become a devil butler…?"

> "Only somewhat…"

Berrien: "I thought so.... May I explain again so that there are no misunderstandings?"

> "S-sure…"

Berrien: "The condition that makes us a devil butler, is that we have experienced despair."

> "Despair…"

Berrien: "That means… Each of us has experienced some kind of despair.

It requires a lot of mental strength to harbor a devil in one's body. If an ordinary person makes a contract with the devil, their heart won't be able to endure it. Soon they will be swallowed by the demonic gear and die.

But the butlers here.... They have all experienced despair. They have a heart that can withstand a contract with the devil."

> "Each one of you is strong"

Berrien: "I appreciate you saying so. But like what happened with Bastien last time, that strength is more fragile than you might think. No matter how hard and strong they are... It just takes a crack and it'll break easily. I feel there is always such a danger."

> "Have you ever been in despair, Berrien?"

Berrien: "W-well... Yes... I have. It was… a long time ago... I don't remember what I despaired about."

> "I-I see…"

Berrien: "...... ……M-my apologies for making the atmosphere gloomy…"

> "It's totally fine" > "I'm sorry too"

Berrien: "It's not a very cheerful story. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I should tell you, but if I just ignore this matter without saying anything... I thought it would be rude to the lord…"

> "Thank you, Berrien" > "I'm glad you spoke up"

Berrien: "No, no… Thank you for everything you do for us too. I can't thank you enough, my lord. Well then, I'd better be going now. I feel bad to keep Muu waiting for a long time."

> "Okay"

After saying that, Berrien left the room. The Devil Butler's past… I wonder what kind of despair lies behind their usually cheerful and gentle demeanor.

Even just a little, I want to support them in their fight against the angels, despite their painful past.

I thought about that in the room after Berrien left.

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#aknk #main story

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naffeclipse · 2 years ago

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REVEAL! REVEAL! REVEAL!

I can't believe it's here! It was so well put together too!! AAAAAA!!!!

The book the BOOK!! I'm so happy the book came back!! And oh man it makes so much sense now why they ripped out that page.. wow..

In Markiplier voice "THE LORE!! THE LOOOORE!!!"

Henry Emily clearly loves cryptids or at least has a strong passion for them and I love it! his love for them is matched with Y/N's, it'd be so interesting to have them meet each other, especially now after Y/N has befriended the elusive and dangerous eclipse demon >:3

The boys have a name!! Many names!! And they sound so cool!!! This one, kuroi taiyō (black sun?) is my favorite! I kinda wanna come up with more names that people all over the world could have used for them. 👀

“No,” you say quietly, urgently, “You’re not… You can’t be.” I love to finally hear these words come out of Y/N's mouth! You're doing it sweetie! You're doing it!! XD

The detector was right from the very first encounter. Rest it's soul. :'(

MONSTER FIGHT MONSTER FIGHT MONSTER FIGHT!!! As always, the fights and action packed scenes did not disappoint, and the gore was as delicious as always~ Thank you for not shying away from describing the bloody and brutal bits, this story wouldn't be the same without it.

Lizard lady is dead! Heck yeah what a way to go!! I really like that she managed to so easily rip off one of Eclipse's arms, even as she was weakened. They were equally matched, however only one of them had something to fight for and protect.

"This will pass,” the demonic voices promise, “Your heart will slow. Your breath will calm. You will be okay. We have always stayed with you during nightmares.”

I DIED READING THIS. If I hadn't been on a train at the time I would have taken a break to empty my tear ducts fully. This is such a wonderful way to make it go full circle, so so so wonderful. They take care of you during your nightmares, even the real ones :'0

“It’s passing,” they growl softly. “You are here. You are safe. Breathe slowly, sunflower.”

“Oh, heart, you’re coming back,” the layered voice whispers in a low, husky sigh of relief.

THEY'RE SO RELIEVED AND SO GENTLE AND SO CUTE AAAAAA I'M GONNA CRY!!!

The KISS THE KISS!!! AAAAAAA!!!! They made a tiny noise to make it clear that it's a kiss!! Of course it's right on the old scar too! The tongue oh my god!! They're really bold to bring that slithery thing out so early for a quick taste!! XD

“We need to consume a heart—not yours.” I couldn't help but laugh at this slip sjdhdikd

“It’s taking much of our concentration to not collapse this very second." THEY MUST BE IN SO MUCH PAIN! STILL THEY'RE NOT SHOWING ANY SIGNS OF IT! THEIR CONCERN FOR Y/N IS TOO GREAT FOR THEM TO CARE! AAAAAAAAA!!! :'0

Another arm lifts, crimson digits gingerly clasping your shoulder. Your pulse quickens under their touch. You drop their hand. A low rumble vibrates their chest in soothing rhythms, like a purr. You wonder if it is, or the equivalent and this is their method of soothing you.

Ok! Two things here! I can imagine it'll take a while for the boys to differentiate between the quickening heart rate that comes with fear and pleasure. In the valentine episode they were still concerned when Y/N's pulse quickened from the pleasure they felt when being held. So I'm guessing the slow fade from fear to love will be hard for them to get through. Oh sweet sweet boys..

Ok and the other thing! THEY PURR!!! THEY PURRRRR!!!! :'D

“Why are you screaming?” DKCBHCHSKJSKFNDHFJS SORRY I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY XD

What kind of food are they planning to "hunt" for Y/N??? 👀

Oh the way the boys reach out one animatronic arm and a demonic one when helping Y/N up has me melting! :'3

Naff. NAFF. I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!!! Following this story has been one of the most fun things I've ever done. I can't believe we're so close to the end.

Incredible chapter as always! Now please take care and practice all the self-care! Love you!❤️💖❤️💕❤️💖❤️❤️ *Kisses you on your forehead*

THE REVEAL AHH! I was so excited to write it and finally get it out there, it's been a long time coming!!! ♥

@lavenoon made this lovely comic that I think sums up such an interaction between Henry and Y/N. The two are birds of a feather and would nerd out so much over cryptids!

Yes!!! Black Sun! Please do come up with more names for the boys if you'd like, I'd love to hear them ♥ The boys haven't even told Y/N their personal name yet.

Awww, Meep ;-; That means so much to me, you have no idea ♥ I'm so happy you enjoyed it, and I especially love that you connect it back to the Valentine's Day episode because yes!!! They've never had the opportunity to understand the difference between excitement/pleasure in a human's pulse so all of it right now is just a pounding echo of fear to Eclipse. Which, for Y/N, is not unusual in this specific circumstance, but that will take a while for Eclipse to discover and learn.

Thank you so much, Meep! I will, and you make sure to do the same ♥ *smooch ya on the forehead*

#themeeplord #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings spoilers

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ccaptain · 1 year ago

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@daybreakrising: The box is waiting for him when he wakes up, sat on the end of the bed adorned with an almost comically large bow made of cobalt ribbon. Wriothesley is nowhere to be seen, but there are sounds of tea being made and breakfast being cooked coming from the direction of the kitchen.

There's a note atop the box, written in the Duke's surprisingly elegant handwriting (he's gone to extra effort to make it nice), that instructs Kaeya to open it.

Inside the box, nestled in a bed of blue silk fabric, is a very familiar coat - only, not quite. In place of rich red lining, red accents, there is deep blue; in place of thick black fur there is a blend of cream and white. The clasp at one shoulder is not a wolf's head but a peacock, the chains that dangle from it acting like the feathers of its tail. It is perfectly tailored to Kaeya's build, of course.

There's a second note that sits atop the fabric that protects it, this one signed by the Duke himself.

'Mon coeur, just a little something to keep you warm when my arms cannot reach you. And if it smells familiar, well, I slept beside it for a week. I know you'll find comfort in that. Wear this and remember that I love you, always. Your wolf x'

kaeya awakens to the lovely scent of sizzling bacon filling the house.

it rips a pleased, dreamy sigh out of him as he slowly crawls out of the fumes of sleep- task made difficult by the warmth of the soft blankets, and the scent of wriothesley clinging to the pillow. it'd be a pleasing morning to spend in bed, weren't the smells coming from the kitchen delicious and tempting. purely following his nose and the vision of his boyfriend, the soft sheets are regrettabily pulled off him as he sits up, cross-legged, scrambling for a shirt-

and that's when he sees the box.

how did he missed it, even when laying down? the cobalt bow tying it together is humongous, prompting him to giggle as he pushes himself forward to paw and grab at it. once it's safely between his legs, an hand roams under his pillow to extract a dagger from under it, doing his best to not ruin the bow as he cuts the sides of it.

the note catches his attention, making him take his time reading it with a soft smile on his face. the mental image of wrio sleeping next to whatever is in the box makes him snicker so soft, so gentle, tender at the mental image; if he says wear, for sure it'll be a piece of clothing- perhaps a scarf, perhaps a shirt...? he needs to see. excitement gets the best of him when there's an heart pounding in flushed ears, opening a longed-for present-

his heart almost stops cold in his chest.

in a triumph of dark cobalt, soft, creamy fur and blue linings have him do a double take, suck in a breath as he lifts the cloth off the fabric-

it's a coat.

not just a simple coat- there are many times where kaeya took the much larger one off his man to drape it over his shoulders instead- many times he drew it over bare skin, over his shirt, over his own cape, simply to enjoy the body warmth clinging to his shoulders and the pleasing scent of his boyfriend staying on him for a while.

there's so much of wriothesley in this present- and there's so much of kaeya himself into it too, from the different clasp to the little peacock tail dangling from it. his hands are almost fearful to turn it over, in case the entire thing breaks in pieces- or disappears in the fumes of the dream he's sure he must be having. fingertips glide over the edge of a sleeve...

gently, almost reverently, the luckiest man in the world scoops the coat in his arms, and lowers his face into the cream-white fur, allowing himself the little pleasure of cuddling his cheek against it. the dark fabric is so soft- it's the softest material in the world, silk-like in his arms.

it smells like wrio, comforting and a reminder of his presence. it smells like home, like the pleasing mornings with them tangled together in the sheets, of the warmth of their bodies cuddling together.

kaeya doesn't realize he's crying until he tries to take in a breath, and instead comes the fantest of sobs.

it's such a thoughtful gift- it's a gift that will make them match, that will tell everyone the tale of how the duke has claimed him as his partner, providing a shield over his back. there won't be a soul that know them both and won't connect the dots, won't see the care put into the fine clothing that sends a message-

wriothesley has gifted him the world, something to wear when he's amiss that'll hold him almost like the real man. and the longer he sobs into the fur lining, the more it feels to him like a worthy tribute: happy tears for an happy present, for the best present in the world.

( he thinks that all the pain he has been feeling has been worth it- as things slowly adjust in his life, he's allowed this moment of happiness. he's allowed this moment of happiness and many more- many good mornings while he'll slip the coat on, and enjoy the sensation of soft fabric holding him. )

and if a crying kaeya bolts out of bed, coat still against his chest, and crashes into the back of a cooking wriothesley, babbling an endless stream of thank-yous, well...

he's sure his boyfriend will understand and forgive him for the interruption.

#daybreakrising #NO BUT HOW THIS GENUINELY BROKE KAEYA-#cried while writing. he's in pieces and for the first time in forever it's HAPPY PIECES #PUNCHES THE WALL AND SCREAMS AND CRIES

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oh my god i just read your attuma fic and i love it!!!! anything you write is just *chef's kiss* scrumptiously delicious. and while i love fluffy, childhood-friends-to-lovers, heart warming fics, i also love angst 👹 man, the way the fic started off with reader's mother's death 🤺 it makes me curious of reader's upbringing and namor as a single parent. i actually got a little mermaid vibe from the fic (with the dead mother, overprotective father, reader's love for the surface)

anyways! i hope you have a good day, week, month, and year!! 🥳 i hope to read more stuff from you!!!

I LITERALLY CANNOT EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE FOR ALL IF YOUR KINDS WORDS PLEASE??😭💖 Y'ALL ARE KILLING ME WITH YOUR SUPPORT.

The Little Mermaid is actually one of my inspirations to write A Request! And I love love love childhood friends to lovers with a dash of Princess x Knight, so I just mish mashed those together and ta-da!

I might actually write a spin-off of single parent Namor with Child!Reader next time because that is just so precious🥺 Just imagine him trying to balance his life as a king, protector, god, and father; he'll have his flaws while raising his child, that's for sure. It'll be super interesting to write those said flaws and try to break down his character! He's just so complex and I love doing some character analysis on him!

And as for the angst—bestie I'm here to tell you that Part 2 of A Request is going to be...interesting? To say the least? Definitely not because I put a tad bit too much angst in there—//SLAPPED

ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOUR KIND WORDS🥺 It literally just made my night! Love you lots nonnie MUAH!💖✨

#i always forget that im an angst writer part 847382738 #why does everything i write eventually turn to angst LMAO BYE #anyways😌#thank you for your support nonnie! you literally cheered me up when i was down!#muah!#attuma x princess!reader #attuma x poc!reader #attuma x you #attuma x reader #attuma fanfic #mcu x reader #namor #namor x reader #single parent!namor x child!reader (wholesome father-child relationship) mayhaps?)#YESSSSSS

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quotidian-oblivion · 2 years ago

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Green Leafy Croutons

The title's clickbait, it's just salad and bread. But with a ✨twist✨.

TW: raw chicken, knives, eggs, human blood

I'm gonna try out the recipe i had mentioned in chapter 2 of Break Down. My parents put this rule that me and the oldest sibling after me have to cook lunch and dinner ourselves on the weekends so after much toiling, i remembered that i had a recipe in one of my fics. So I decided to try it out. Except, i'm gonna change up some ingredients cuz they're not available and turn this into a salad with a side of toasted bread rather than a legit sandwich.

Here's the extract from the fic:

He was flashed back to a morning when Alfred was on a vacation and Jason and Tim were alone in the manor with Bruce. Since Bruce couldn’t cook to save his life, it was up to Jason and Tim to make breakfast. Alfred had said that he trusted Jason with his kitchen before he left. Tim hadn’t known what that meant, but he soon found out when Jason set out ingredients and started ordering Tim around on what to do. Within a short while, three halloumi cheese, salad, avocado, salami, and rye bread sandwiches with cream cheese and scrambled eggs were sitting on the table. It was Jason’s own recipe. And it was delicious.

So, Tim grabbed the ingredients from what he could remember and brought them back to Dick’s apartment. Setting them out, he got to work. He cooked the halloumi on the pan, chopped the tomatoes, parsley, and onions, mashed the avocado, cracked the eggs and mixed them with salt and a bit of chili. After the cheese was a light brown color, he set them aside on a plate and warmed the bread on the pan with the heat off. With all the mis en place done, he started assembling the sandwiches.

Dick, somehow, slept through the whole thing. Either he was knocked out, or he was really tired. Tim was slightly relieved that he wasn’t awake though. It meant that he had some more time to ponder things alone with no distractions.

He ate his sandwich and chewed in contempt, recalling the memory of when he made this with Jason.

I'm making this in bulk for like around 6 ppl with various different likes and dislikes btw so keep that in mind. Now let's move on to the mis en place!

Ingredients:

Tomatoes

Onions

Lettuce/parsely

Chicken

Halloumi cheese/Bri cheese

Bread

Avocado

Cream cheese (optional)

Chili

Salt

Pepper

Lemon

Oil

Ginger garlic paste/chopped garlic

That's all I can think of for now. A note on measurements: don't ask me. Heck if i know. As Jason said, "The thing about original recipes is that you measure things with your heart. You have a meeting with your soul then take it to your brain and let your hands do the work." Wise words indeed. I admire the person who came up with them.

On with the cooking!

A note on the chicken: Am I totally winging the cutting the chicken part while having 0% real experience in cutting chicken before? Totally.

Alr i asked my parents and my dad said to cut it into long french fry-like strips cuz that's what salads have and-

Yeah that's totally french fry-like

Anyway, we're done

Oil in pan and heat up ft. my messy stove that hasn't been cleaned for 30172496 years.

Ginger garlic paste. If you dont have that, then chopped garlic.

Salt, chili, black pepper, ginger garlic paste

Put chicken in pan. Careful of oil splashes. That shit be flying.

Now add the stuff i told you before. Some GG paste, some black pepper, some salt, some chili. My desi instincts are telling me to put more chili. Oops.

Now you mix-

Wait.

Hold up.

*narrows eyes* This be looking a little too WHITE. Imma add more chili.

Might add more pepper and salt along with it.

Now you mix again and-

It still be looking a little white but eh. It'll sort itself out later. Hopefully.

Now put a lid on it and put it on low flame and wait till the water evaporates.

Till then, you can clear up the mess you made while in your hurry to get stuff. I need to pray Maghrib. But you can get started on the next step (if indeed you are following along and actually making this with me. If you're here for entertainment, that's cool too, you cna have the leftovers /j)

Alright, I'm back. I checked on the chicken and eyvfrbkead it's still WHITE. It's the water and ik the spices will absorb into the meat eventually, but i couldn't smell it all that strongly... so i added more salt and chili.

If the chicken ends up making my family visit the hospital to get a tongue and throat transplant, then it's not my fault. It's its own fault for not looking like the color of my skin.

Moving on! (Unlike your criminal past- jk jk. I swear it's a joke)

Time for choppy choppy.

I like to use a cerated knife. Don't ask my why. I just do. It's easier for me.

You then dice the tomatoes into small cubes. But i... did not.

Despite my height, i cannot chop tomatoes into short pieces. I cannot cop tomatoes period. Why? Because i don't usually cook.

Alright, i do cook but only occasionally cuz being a high school student and the oldest daughter in an ambitious and studious desi family means that you don't have time for a lot of things and therefor you become a dissapointment.

At least I know how to make biryani ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Time to stir and check on the chicen!

Look... i dont know whether that's good or bad, but i'm just gonna let it be for now.

Now... time for the most dangerous part of the recipe.

Onions.

I've peeled the onion and my eyes are already burning with the pain and sorrow of a million ogres.

Is it just me or is this onion be looking a little fishy?

I just checked the chicken again and a bit of it got stuck at the bottom oopsie. A reminder to stir your chicken, kids. May your chicken be forever stirred.

My chicken's looking like this:

And it's looking rightfully white on the inside (like me) so i'm just gonna switch off the stove and put the lid back on and let it cook on the switched off stove.

Back to onions! *sobs*

I don't need much onion so this will do. Excuse me while i go cool-dry my eyes.

Hmmm... i might need more tomatoes...

Oh well, i'll figure it out later!

Green leafy

You can use parsely too but my mom said that our family doesnt like the taste of parsely so i'm using lettuce instead.

I freaking love green leafy. Look at that lustrous green.

Aaaaaaaaand now you chopchopchopchopchop-

FUCK- I CUT MYSELF

NEED TO GET THE BLOOD AWAY FROM THE GREENSSSS.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK-

Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt that much.

Look at that little poozer.

My dad told me to put my hand up and let it dry before i put a band aid on so i'm gonna have to pause for a while. I'm so glad the chicken was done before this. Take care of yourselves, guys. Don't be me.

Now to reread the chapter while I wait.

My dad put a band aid now! I went around and showed the cut to my whole family. My li'l sisters were like "show me show me!" cuz those gremlins don't like being left out. My mom started scolding me (lightly) about being careful. My dad was the total opposite, telling me to put my hand up, get the band aid, etc. Anyways, back to chopping.

Doneeee! It was a little hard with the band aid on, but i did it! We did it, we did it, we did it. Yay! Lo hicimos. We did it! And good news, the lettuce is cannibal-free.

Fre shavacado.

My mom cut it for me ^_^

Time to serial-kill.

We serial-killed the heck out of that one, guys. Good job. I'm proud of you.

Time to break some humpty-dumpties (humpty-dumptys?)

We're gonna use the same pan (kadai) we used for the chicken because we hate washing dishes.

QUICK! MIX BEFORE YOU MESS IT UP! MIX MIX MIX MIX MIXMIXMIXMIXMIXMIX

I'm gonna have to leave you on a cliffhanger here cuz i'm allowed only 30 images on a post :(

Catch ya in part 2!

Part 2

Break Down ch: 2

#quotidian convos #cooking #recipes #healthy recipes #ig this counts as healthy #tw: injury #tis but a scratch #part 1 #green leafy #green leafy croutons #green leafy croutons part 1 #break down #break down: chapter 2 #fanfic writer #fanfic writer tries cooking #jason todd #tim drake #quo did stuff

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