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michelleleewise · 2 years ago

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Helloo! Could you possibly make an angst about Loki x Female?

Oooo ooooo!!!! I got inspired for this today, at work actually and have been waiting aaaaallllllll day to write it!!! Thank you so much for sending this to me!!! I hope you like it!!! As my friends have told me, I'm an angsty potato lol so here we go.....💚💚

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Get Out

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, accusations, anger, yelling, trust issues, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, mild swearing, all the angst, angst with no happy ending.....

Summary: you and Loki had been together for years, but recently insecurities consume you when you see him around other women......

You walked around the party, mingling as you sipped your drink. "Hello y/n, how are you tonight?" You heard Thor next to you "I'm ok. How are you?" You asked, giving him a smile that didn't reach your eyes. "Is everything alright?" He asked turning towards you. "Yes, everything is fine, I just had a....disagreement with your brother before the party." You sighed fidgeting with your glass. "Has he done something? I can speak to him" he said "no, it's ok Thor, it's.....I don't know, i don't think he wants to be with me anymore." You whispered not looking up.

"Nonsense, he adores you. What would make you feel this way?" He asked "Well we've been fighting alot more then normal, and...." you trailed off swallowing a lump in your throat. "He.....he seems to be more interested in other women then me." You said fighting back a tear. "Last week, when you all went out after your mission to celebrate, he didn't come home until almost 4am, and he smelled like perfume." You swallowed again "and I saw lipstick on his collar the next day when I cleaned his suit." You said finally looking up at him "I think he's having an affair." You said feeling your eyes burn.

"I will speak to him y/n, you don't deserve to be treated like this." He said sternly "no, no don't say anything, it will just upset him, please. I know he's been stressed because of the long missions lately, and tony breathing down his neck I just.....i want my Loki back." You said feeling a tear stream down your cheek. "He will return, like I said, I know how much he loves you, you are all he speaks of most days." He smiled patting your shoulder. "Thanks Thor." You smiled back wiping your face.

Bucky called Thor over, leaving you alone as you slowly mingled again, looking for where Loki may be. You had wanted to talk to him. When you first got together he was the most attentive, affectionate man you had ever been with. He would go out of his way to bring you flowers, take you to lunch, anything to see you smile. As time passed, the flowers stopped, he stopped coming by your office to take you out. He would come home later and later. you knew your insecurities got the better of you sometimes, and you knew you could he difficult to deal with, but you hoped that maybe if you talked things out you could get back to what you had.

You leaned up on your toes, scanning the room not seeing him as you sighed. "Maybe some air will help." You said to yourself as you headed for the balcony. As you made it to the door you saw it was slightly open, hearing a woman giggle and a man.... Loki. You swallowed hard, as you slowly slipped out the door, seeing they were faced the other way, you hid behind a pillar watching. "Mmm your so strong." You heard her say a she ran her hands up his biceps, feeling your heart speed up. "Thank you darling, I am a God after all." You heard him say, your heart cracking at the use of the nickname, your nickname.

"So tell me, what are you doing after the party?" She asked, wrapping an arm around his shoulder leaning into him. "Going to bed, I have a mission in the morning." He smiled, the one he always gave you. You watched as she pretended to trip, landing on his chest, his arms wrapping around her, her lips inches from his. Everything in you told you to run, to stop watching but you couldn't. "Darling I think you need to lie down." He said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Will you lie down with me....Loooki." She said inching her lips towards his.

You felt like you were going to throw up, but better to find out now you thought as you stayed quiet. "As tempting as that is, I must decline." He said, your heart easing a little. "She doesn't need to know, it can be our secret." She said as she leaned further against him, pressing him into the railing. You couldn't help notice he wasn't trying very hard to get away. "Darling, I have to leave early." He said again as she leaned down, kissing his neck. Your heart completely shattered as you heard him moan, was he enjoying it? You covered your mouth, trying to muffle a sob as tears stung your eyes. Is she the one whose lipstick was on his shirt, the perfume you smelled.

You watched as his eyes closed, his hands roaming her waist as she leaned back looking at him. She whispered something to him as her lips connected with his. Your heart stopped in that moment. Thoughts swirled in your head, you didn't mean anything to him, you were nothing compared to this woman. You quickly averted your eyes, slipping quietly back inside as you set your glass down heading for your room, tears streaming down your face. "Y/n, what happened?" Thor asked holding your shoulders. "Go....ask....your....brother." You sobbed, barely able to speak as he watched you. "Where is he?" He asked sternly.

You pointed towards the balcony as he nodded. "I'll be right back." He said looking at you as he stormed off. You watched as he walked through the balcony door, slamming them open, a few minutes later the woman coming back inside, but no Loki or Thor. "What, had to go tell his brother on him? Why can't you let him be happy? He doesn't want you anymore he wants me." The woman said coming up to you as you sobbed harder. "Well.....you can have him." You said storming off towards your room.

You went in, slamming the door as you wiped your face. "If he doesn't want me, he can leave." You said to yourself, pulling your dress off, slipping into your pajamas you grabbed a couple of boxes and began packing his things. You went to the closet, grabbing all of his clothes shoving them in a box, heading to the bathroom grabbing his things, making it to the living area you pulled the pictures of you two off the wall, throwing them in another box. You quickly went through the room, gathering everything that was his or reminded you of him, loading the boxes.

You were in such a fury you hadn't heard him come in. "Darling, what are you doing?" He asked loosening his tie "don't! Don't darling me you asshole." You said grabbing more of his things, glancing up seeing the lipstick on his collar "y/n, what is going on?" He asked more sternly "don't play me like I'm stupid Loki!" You yelled as you continued your work. "I have no idea.." he started as you slammed something into a box "I saw you!" You yelled, feeling your heart break more every second "I saw you on the balcony, with her. Did you fuck her too or just haven't gotten to her yet?" You asked moving around him

"Here we go again, why do you always think im cheating on you?!" He raised his voice. "Oh I don't know, her tongue down your throat was a good indication." You said, grabbing a box opening the door throwing it into the hallway. "She kissed me!" He yelled watching you "and you fought her off so hard." You shook your head grabbing another box. "Your just being insecure again, and I am tired of trying to reassure you im not doing anything." He said sitting down on the bed. "And I'm tired of trying to make you happy when I clearly cant." You said standing across the room.

"What are you saying y/n?" He asked sternly. "I..I want you out. I can't keep doing this with you. You hardly come home anymore and when you do you smell like perfume and have lipstick smeared on you. We fight almost all the time now, i....I love you so much Loki, more then you'll ever understand, but I know when I'm not loved." You sobbed wiping your eyes. "Darling.." he started "I said don't call me that." You growled looking up. "Your free Loki, you can do whatever or whoever you want. Go be happy." You sobbed opening the door. "Y/n.." he started.

"I'll have the rest of your things tomorrow, I'll give them to Thor, and that will be that." You said looking at him as he walked closer. "Y/n I just.." he started "just go Loki, atleast now I know how you really feel." You tried holding eye contact with him. "But.." he said "I said go!" You yelled again, as he put his head down, making his way into the hall. "Your key, give it to me." You said as he turned around. He pulled his keys out of his pocket, sliding yours off handing it to you "im...I'm sorry y/n." He said looking at you. "No your not, or you wouldn't have done it." You growled, taking the key slamming the door in his face. He looked down at his things strewn down the hallway and sighed. Running a hand through his hair he went back downstairs to the party, he needed a drink.

He sat at the bar, swirling his drink in his glass "did you speak with her?" Thor asked sitting down. "Yes, she kicked me out. My things are in the hallway upstairs and....and she took her key back." Loki said sipping his drink as Thor nodded. "Loki, did you..." Thor started "no, I haven't. It is true we had been arguing for some time but I never..." he sighed looking at Thor "what of the woman on the balcony?" He asked "she was intoxicated, y/n and I had had a fight before coming down, she accused me of cheating again, and I guess I was angry and wanted to get back at her, but i...I let it go too far." He said looking down.

"Well, you must own your mistakes, and make amends." Thor said as he got up. "I will tell Tony you need a room." He said as Loki nodded. "Hey handsome, where's your girlfriend?" The woman asked sitting down. "That's none of your concern." He snapped at her. "What, couldn't handle a little competition." She smiled, running her hands up his arm as he grabbed her hand "Don't touch me." He said looking at her. "Oh come on, I'll make you forget all about her." She said, leaning in trying to kiss his neck as he pulled back. "Leave me alone. I'm not interested." He said sternly as she huffed "your loss" she said getting up.

Loki sat at the bar the rest of the night, hoping the alcohol would numb how he was feeling. He fucked up, and bad. And he had no idea what he was going to do. "Come brother, we found you a room." Thor said turning him around "what am I going to do Thor? I've....I've absolutely ruined everything." He slurred as Thor and bucky grabbed his arms "Well first you must sleep this off." Thor said as they pulled him to the elevator. "She loves me, loved me and I ruined it, I'm such an idiot." He said "I can agree with that." Bucky said as Thor looked at him.

They got him in his room, setting him on the bed as Bucky left. "Sleep brother, you can figure this out tomorrow." Thor said as Loki nodded, watching Thor leave. He looked around the empty room, no pictures on the walls, no fluffy blankets on the bed, no you. "What have I done..." he said, leaning his head in his hands as the tears streamed down his face. He knew he ruined the best thing in his life, and he didn't know if he could fix it this time...

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muichiroslover · 4 years ago

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I would like to request a jealous meliodas x reader. Like he’s usually flirting with Elizabeth but gets angry when he sees his s/o flirting with someone else. (Ps. Keep up the good writing!)

Oooo this is such a great story plot! 😳 and thank you oh my gosh (●’◡’●)ﾉ♥︎♥︎

Thank you for sending in an ask Kahlani and sorry for the lateness of it! I hope you enjoy it :)) <3

Pairings: Meliodas x fem! Reader

Warnings: drinking, talk of touching inappropriately

Genre: Angst

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You grit your teeth as you watch your boyfriend once again swoon over the princess, it was an everyday thing, at this point people began to wonder if you were his actual girlfriend and not Elizabeth

“Meli please stop doing that” you say sighing as you try to hide the saddness in your voice and eyes so you were avoiding eye contact with him

He sighed and gave you that smile

“It’s just fun and games Y/n! Don’t need to get all defensive” he says and your face distorts into slight anger

“You say that but it doesn’t seem like it’s just-“

“Y/n you’re really making a big deal out of this again, it’s really annoying” he says sighing after his sentence and you clench your fist as you stop talking

He smiles when you don’t continue and walks up to you and places a kiss on your hand and then smiles once more at you before leaving

You hold back tears as you wipe your hand on your clothes and sigh deciding it’d be best to just try and forget about it

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“Cheers!” The team says as they clink beer cups, the boar hat had officially been open for a year so you guys were celebrating

Everyone was laughing and having a great time, even you who was dancing with Diane happily under the star light while music played

You went inside to get another cup of beer when you saw a slightly drunk Meliodas fondling Elizabeth who was blushing

You stop dead in your tracks and turn around walking out the shop, you sit down outside and see a random cup of beer and just grab it and chug it

“That’s an indirect kiss” someone coos and you turn around to see Ban looking down at you, you laugh lightly as he decides to take a seat next to you

“Is that so? My bad I didn’t know this was your drink” you say shrugging and he laughs

“I don’t mind, after all it’s you” he says in a flirty manner and you look at him mischievously

“Oh?” You say and he smirks

“My, Ban flirting with his best friends girlfriend, your scandalous” you say, your words a little slurred, your voice sounding like honey to Ban

He laughs

“Yeah right, Captain is in there basically drooling over the princess, girlfriend who?” He says jokingly but he notices how you become quiet

He looks over at you to see you clenching the cup tightly, he sighs as he stands up, you follow him with your eyes as he extends his hand towards you

“Come on, since you have no problem sharing a cup with me then you shouldn’t have a problem dancing right?” He says teasingly and you smile slightly as you grab his hand as he drags you to the dance floor

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You sigh as you take off your cloak and cover the passed out Ban with it, after your dance he had challenged you to a drink off, probably to help get your mind off the Meliodas situation but he passed out after the 11th cup since he already drank so much

You laugh thinking about it and take off your boots as you step into the boars hat and rub your feet with a tired sigh

When you look up your eyes lock with Meliodas and he didn’t look all that happy, you didn’t know why but you were honestly too tired and drunk to care

“So you had fun with Ban huh?” He says, his arms crossed and you scoff

“Yeah and you had a ball with Elizabeth too right?” You comeback

“I ALREADY TOLD YOU ITS NOT LIKE THAT, BUT YOU STILL WENT AND TRIED TO FLIRT WITH BAN, MY BEST FRIEND” he shouts angrily

“OH GIVE ME A BREAK MELIODAS, YOU BASICALLY TOUCH ELIZABETHS BOOBS AND ASS ALL DAY EVERYDAY, ‘NOT LIKE THAT’? I SHOULD SLAP YOU FOR HOW ABSOLUTELY IDIOTIC YOU SOUND” you shout back, the words you’ve been keeping in finally coming out

“OH MY GOD Y/N, WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS? YOU’RE MY GIRLFRIEND SO CAN’T YOU HAVE A LITTLE TRUST IN ME?”

“CAN’T YOU HAVE TRUST IN ME THEN?! BAN AND I CLEARLY ARE JUST FRIENDS, HE WAS CHEERING ME UP AFTER YOU WERE FUCKING SWOONING OVER ELIZABETH AGAIN, MAYBE IF YOU HAD SOME FUCKING DECENCY FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND YOU WOULDNT BE IN THIS FUCKING POSITION” you yell, tears building up in your eyes, Meliodas stood quietly as he looked at you still angry

“Let’s break up Y/n” he says and your mouth falls agape as a gasp slips through your mouth, you clench your jaw

“FINE ‘CAPTAIN’ YEAH LETS BREAK UP, TO HELL WITH YOU, LIKE FATHER LIKE FUCKING SON” you shout as you open the door to the boars hat and leave, your shoes not even making it back onto your feet

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ssajemilyprentiss · 3 years ago

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Loving you is a losing game

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader

Warnings: Angst, arguing, tears, mentions of death/dead body, mentions of throwing up, a curse word, no happy ending let me know if i forgot something

Summary: Emily has been acting off and no matter how many times you ask her she doesn’t tell you anything and just push you away.

A/N: Set during the Lauren arc (majority of the things have already happened lol) just so you know where we are, this is in the storyline where Emily and Derek are where Tsia is found, but it’s Y/N instead of Derek. i just added the car ride before lol. Just for the sake of the plot here, the scene where Emily walks out of the BAU never happens, i replaced that one with what happens last in this lol

This was also requested for my 200 follower celebration from Iv @sweetprentiss this time “oooo and one more! emily x reader “please just tell the truth for once!” So since I kinda got free hands on this one I decided to use that fully, i hope you like this one too Iv and thank you for this request too <3

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Emily had left once again out of nowhere, not saying where she was going. She just got out of your apartment and closed the door, not even saying goodbye. You look at the time, 10.26 pm and wonder if she’ll go to her place or come back. You send her a new text asing where she is and when she’s coming home. You barely get the chance to put it down before it vibrates, you pick it up and see a new text from Emily saying:

i’m out for a walk. sleeping at my place tonight, goodnight love you

You just stare at the screen and raise an eyebrow, a walk? Why couldn’t she just tell you that? You want to believe her but you get this gutting feeling in your stomach telling you she’s lying - and you know she is. You unlock your phone and reply:

okay, be safe. let me know when you’re home, love you too

You get ready for bed and as you lay down and try to sleep your mind starts racing, what is she really up to? Could she be seeing someone behind your back? You shake the thought away fast, she never would and you know that. As you close your eyes and try to sleep the feeling that something is really wrong is constant in the back of your mind.

You wake up the next morning from a text from Penelope, you pick up your phone and read:

New updates on the case, come to Quantico ASAP!

You get out of bed and get ready as soon as you can, exit the apartment and enter your car. The drive to Quantico going a little faster than usual, but the tone of Penelope’s text made it sound urgent. You couldn’t wrap your head around this case, whole families were being murdered but the unsubs covered it up to make it look like accidents. And when Emily and Derek went to visit a potential victim they ended up in the middle of a shootout with them. You sigh as you pull up to the parking lot, the bad feeling in your stomach still not gone.

You enter the bullpen and drop your bag on your desk and as you do Hotch walks up to you

“Y/N DC metro has been held up, there’s been a double murder on K-street and 9. They want someone from us to take a look ” he says but before you can answer Emily comes up to you

“K-street and 9th?” she asks and Hotch nods

“I’m going with you” she tells you sternly and starts walking to the car

“Okay” you reply even though she’s already left

As you sit in the car you notice how tense Emily is, she keeps looking out the rearview mirror on her side and she seems distressed.

“Emily how are you?” you ask

“I’m good, why wouldn’t I be?” she replies

“Well for starters you look like you could jump out of your seat because how tense you are” and as your say that she straightens her posture, trying to look more relaxed but you see right through her

“And secondly your “walks” and other nightly adventures make me worried” you continue

“Why?”

“Emily you have never as long as I have known you gone for a walk willingly, and at night also”

“What can’t I pick up a new hobby?” she asks and you hear the annoyance lacing her tone

“That’s not what I’m saying-” you start

“Good, then we’ll drop this” she interrupts you and looks out the window again and you get the feeling again, you just know she’s not telling the truth.

“I’m sorry” you say after a while

“I’m sorry too” she replies but keeps looking out the window

“I love you”

But Emily stays quiet, didn’t she hear you? You feel how her silence breaks you, but you stay quiet too - still with that gutting feeling in your stomach, there is something she isn’t telling you.

As you get to the scene you walk into the apartment and see a man dead in there, you notice Emily standing outside the door keeping her eyes on the woman that’s lying there.

“He took two in the chest, went quickly” you say and walk out to her but she doesn’t reply

“One straight in her forehead” you say directed at the woman on the floor in front of you, and Emily keeps quiet

“She comes to the door and he shoots her there, she didn’t stand a chance” you continue and you notice how Emily once again is tensing up, and she looks visibly shaken at the sight of the woman. Just as you’re about to ask her what’s wrong she speaks:

“I need some air” and she walks away quickly, leaving you behind

You follow her and as you get out you see her by a fence, coughing and you see vomit on the ground by her shoes.

“Emily, what's going on with you?”

“I’m fine” she says

“No you’re not” you blurt at her “You just threw up here, are you sick?”

“No, let’s just go back to the BAU but swing by my place first so I can change” she says and walk away from you, you sigh deeply and walk after her

When you pull up outside Emily’s apartment and you’re about unbuckle your seatbelt she stops you

“Stay in the car, I’ll be quick” she says and get out before you get the chance to protest

You sit back in your seat and once again let out a deep sigh, why couldn’t you come up with her to the apartment? You lay your head to the side and you feel how tiredness hits you, this case and the whole Emily situation is really tearing on you. You hear your phone going off, pick it up and see that it’s Hotch texting.

Go home and rest for a couple of hours, you’ve done enough for the day. We’ll meet at Quantico again at 9pm when other leads have been checked

You reply with a quick ‘okay’ and just as you put your phone down Emily comes back to the car.

“Hotch just texted” you say and show her your phone

“Okay, can we go to your place? Mine is a mess”

“Sure” you reply and drive off to your apartment.

You wake in your bed at 8pm by your alarm, and notice that Emily isn’t next to you. You get out of bed quickly and look for her and just as you get out of your bedroom you see her by the front door. She looks like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar - you weren’t supposed to know she left.

“Aren’t you coming back to Quantico?” you ask, crossing your arms

“I am” she replies turning away from you “I just need to run an errand first” she places her hand on the doorknob and is about to open the door but you stop her.

“Emily I’m done with this” you blurt at her, louder than intended “that’s bullshit and we both know it”

“I don’t know what you want me to say Y/N”

“Emily please just tell me the truth for once!” you yell and grab her hand, stopping her from leaving once again

She pulls away and turns around “You want the truth?” she asks “The truth is that I don’t love you anymore Y/N”

Her words feels like a knife through your heart, and you feel tears burning in your eyes “You don’t mean that” you choke out

She swallows thickly and it looks like she’s blinking away tears of her own “I do” she starts “I don’t love you anymore so we’re over, goodbye Y/N” and before you get a chance to reply she’s out the door and shuts it with a loud bang. And as the door slams you fall down to your knees, sobbing loudly.

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that-yandere-life · 5 years ago

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Oooo ooo! Would you pretty please do a NSFW alphabet thing for Wade Wilson 😭😭😍 thank you in advance!

[Thank you so much for helping me celebrate! I hope that you enjoy, and that it was what you were hoping for!]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Wade is mostly known as a lovable asshole to those in his life, but to you he is the definition of caring and sweet. So of course he will make sure to help clean you up, and tend to any needs you have. Don’t expect him not to make any playfully snarky comments the whole time though, he is still himself after all.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite part of his: His dick, only because he is incredibly insecure about his appearance and whether he is attractive to you. So he figures at least he can pleasure you properly even if he does look like a wrinkled nutsack.

Favorite part of yours: Everything, he is the kind of man to worship you from top to bottom. Leaving no area of your body neglected or barren from his touch by the time you both are satisfied.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Like most Yandere’s, inside of you. However sometimes he likes to “surprise” you by randomly pulling out, letting his cum go wherever it happens to land. Rubbing it into your skin as he spouts off at the mouth about the benefits it has as skin care.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

100% Into pegging, and will ask you to don a strap on at some point. Definitely can switch it up in the bedroom, even if he is mainly dominant.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Moderately experienced, knows exactly what he is doing. While he may not have had many sexual encounters with various people he did spend a long time with Vanessa. During that time however he did gain most of his current experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The Butter Churner/Jackhammer, where your hips and legs are up in the air, while he stands over you plunging down into you. It gives him great leverage to go as fast and as hard as he can, wanting to provide you with intense pleasure the entire time.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Everyone knows Wade can never be serious, so of course there are going to be moments where you both lose your focus and have to laugh. Not to mention he will have some sarcastic comment to add at one point or another.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hair doesn’t really grow down there anymore, so it’s completely bare.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You are going to be surprised at how romantic he can actually be while in the moment. It’s easiest for him to open up about his deeper feelings during the act. Not having to worry about anyone hearing besides you, touching skin on skin which is something hasn’t had in so long.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Wade jacks off whenever he feels like it, sometimes when he can’t sleep and you can.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sensory deprivation, wanting to bind you, blindfold you, gag you, maybe even using earplugs. All you can focus on is his touch, what he is doing to you, how he is making you feel. Unable to do anything but give him the signal for if you are uncomfortable, or want to stop.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere that is hidden out of sight, he is only now comfortable with you seeing him out of his clothing. So probably the bedroom is his ideal location, a place that is just for the two of you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do could be motivation to him, able to turn the most innocent statement into an innuendo. Would you expect anything less of him?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don’t think there is anything Wade would immediately say no to, if you wanted to try it he would attempt it with you. Slightly (Okay incredibly) masochistic himself, so wouldn’t mind if you were into that either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

69’ing is something that is frequent in your household as it’s the best of both worlds for the two of you. Getting pleasured and giving pleasure, able to go for hours enjoying each other.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly fast and rough, but there are days where the two of you just need each other desperately. Those times tend to be more sensual, loving, and incredibly passionate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you are down to clown he is down too. Very willing to find someplace to fuck you into oblivion, not caring who hears.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Pretty much willing to do anything, except get naked in public. If you wanted to do something public he would compromise with just pulling his dick out and putting it to good use. That way he feels secure, and you get what you are craving.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is in it for the long haul, keeping gatorade by the bed, food in the freezer for fuel, and you underneath him for the foreseeable future.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Pretty much your entire closet is filled with various toys, costumes, anything that is potentially used in the bedroom. Always trying something different to drive you over the edge.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is Wade’s bread and butter, always going to be teasing you whether it’s sexual or not. Dirty flirty jokes will be made more often than not, making for some sexy encounters...and some very awkward encounters.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Never shuts up, ever. Even when he is being romantic he is talking in your ear telling you everything and anything that is on his mind.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a deal with a company where they send him sex toys for free if he reviews them, and he takes it very seriously. Taking down notes on what you think of them, how they felt, what/who it would work best for.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slightly above average, uncut, generously thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Insatiable! Wanting you as often as you are willing, no matter what the circumstances.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Wade is the type to watch you fall asleep, getting lost in his own mind as he thinks about how lucky he is at the end of the day. To have you to come home to, to have you in his arms every night as you peacefully slumber.

#yandere marvel #marvel yandere #wade wilson x reader #deadpool x reader #yandere wade wilson #yandere deadpool #Anonymous

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bethansfandoms · 4 years ago

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Hi! I have this prompt idea, that is Sirius' birthday, but there's a full moon right in the same night, and Remus feels bad when he can't celebrate Sirius in the same energy and he don't want to bother in hes birthday by making him come to the shrieking shack with him or something

hello! i want to quickly apologise for disappearing for like... a couple of months i think! college is stressful but i missed writing about my best boys so continue to send me prompts as then i can continue writing! and if you’ve sent me one already, i’ve seen it and i’m sorry for leaving them in my inbox for so long but i hope to get round to them now :)

remus awoke on the morning of sirius’s eighteenth birthday to an empty dormitory. it was a saturday which usually meant it was a lie in day, well, for sirius, peter and himself. james was incapable of sleeping in past seven.

he pulled on a jumper and padded down the seventh year boys dormitory stairs and into the common room. it was empty aside from a couple of third year girls and lily evans, who was curled up in the armchair by the fire.

“lily, have you seen potter?”

she raised her head from her book, “no. i figured he’d be with you? it’s black’s birthday after all.”

it then hit remus that the common room was not just empty of students, but of decorations.

the marauders had earnt themselves somewhat of a reputation for throwing ridiculously oversized and over-noisy parties whenever one of their birthdays rolled around. with sirius’s birthday being on a weekend, and his last birthday at hogwarts nonetheless, the place should’ve been crawling with gryffindors and food and smuggled in alcohol.

“hey,” remus said slowly, “nobody’s setting up a party. it’s a marauder birthday on a saturday. what’s happening?”

lily furrowed her brow, “you didn’t know? they’re throwing the party next weekend instead. sirius held a house meeting last night when we were on prefect rounds but mary let me know. he didn’t tell you?”

remus’s heart sank. “no... he didn’t.”

it was because of the moon. they’d cancelled sirius’s eighteenth birthday party because remus would be preoccupied turning into a monster.

“moony!” james announced as the portrait hole swung open to reveal him, sirius and peter, all three of them with arms crammed full with plates of food. “but it’s before eleven, what are you doing up?”

remus smiled slightly and shook his head, “what’s with all the food?”

“we were bringing you breakfast in the dorm,” sirius said, smiling softly, “you know... your time of the month and all.”

james kicked his shin and indicated to the two third year girls who could definitely hear them, “because it’s evans’ time of the month and all,” he said, unnecessarily loudly so that the two girls in the corner sniggered and continued with their homework.

lily threw a cushion at james, hitting him square in the face and knocking his glasses off, as well as making him drop a jug of orange juice. lily shot a spell at it and caught it in mid air.

“happy birthday, by the way,” remus said, nodding at sirius.

“why thankyou,” sirius said, grinning.

“how does it feel, black,” james said, putting his glasses back on, “to be dating a minor as an adult.”

“lily,” sirius said sweetly, “would you throw another cushion at your boyfriend please?”

james yelped and hid behind peter before lily got the chance.

“sirius, can i talk to you... alone?” remus said, suddenly.

“oooo someone’s in trouble,” james chimed.

peter stepped aside, “get him,” he instructed. lily threw the other cushion, hitting him in the back.

sirius laughed and took one of remus’s hands, “what’s up?” remus shook his head and lead him into the dormitory. “i’m not actually in trouble, am i?” sirius asked, laughing lightly as remus closed the door behind them.

“you cancelled your party,” remus said, bluntly. “why?”

“you’re kidding? because it’s the full... obviously.”

“yes,” remus said, huffing, “but it’s your birthday. you shouldn’t have to spend it in a shack with a werewolf.”

“i happen to love that werewolf.”

remus sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “no, you don’t get it. i feel bad enough that the three of you put yourselves in danger and miss one night’s sleep every month. it feels like burden enough without you having to miss your eighteenth birthday, sirius. you should be celebrating!”

sirius just stood there, mouth agape. “wow. okay, well, first off, i hope you’re joking. you’re not a burden, remus, we chose to become animagi because what you go through is a horrible and i for one would miss my beauty sleep every single night if it meant i got to keep the wolf from hurting you.”

remus stared at the floor, scratching his palm and avoiding sirius’s eye.

“secondly,” he continued, “hey, look at me.” he took a step closer to remus and cupped the side of his face, forcing their eyes to meet. “how can you think i’d be able to celebrate whilst you’re alone out there. you can’t be serious.”

remus bit his lip slightly but before he could say anything, sirius kissed him. when they broke apart, remus smirked, “you did that just to stop me making a ‘no you’re sirius’ joke, didn’t you.”

sirius grinned, “maybe. anyway, i’ll get potter and pettigrew and see if they’ve left any food and we can have breakfast in bed as intended.”

“you shouldn’t be pampering me. it’s your birthday.”

“yes. and i want to spend it seeing you happy, stupid.” sirius kissed him again, and opted not to pull away when the door opened.

“oh for—” peter muttered, “james you said they wouldn’t be having sex!”

“we’re having sex?” sirius asked, “well merlin, remus, you could’ve said something.”

“can i interest you in some orange juice or some toast?” james said, appearing behind peter, “me and pete ate the scones and the pancakes... and the fresh fruit. sorry. how you feeling, remus?”

remus smiled, “i’m alright,” he said. and he was, because he had a boyfriend and he had friends who cared about him as much as he did them. and that made him happier than they’d ever really know.

#wolfstar #wolfstar textpost #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar oneshot #wolfstar promots #wolfstar prompt #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black x remus lupin #wolfstar fluff #mwpp #marauders #wolfstar headcannon

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celebritytgcaptions · 4 years ago

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Requests (5/23/2021)

Hi lovelies! I’ve been getting so many requests & I’m working hard to get all of them in the queue. Thanks for sending them my way! I’m writing to let you know that the queue is now full until the end of June. I was able to get every requests from my May 8th post in there except for a few. Requests from May 8th for captions featuring Katy Perry, Jenna Fischer, Marisol Nichols, Addison Rae, Ariana Grande, Erin Kellyman, Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, Jhene Aiko, & Kirstin Maldonado will be posted in early July.

But there have been an absolute ton of requests since then too, yay! So I’m listing all the requests that I haven’t gotten to below. If you made a request but don’t see it below that might be for a few reasons. 1) I’ve written it already and it will be posted in June. 2) It’s one of the requests I posted on May 8th so I won’t talk about it here. 3) I considered it a demand not a request (for example, I received two that said “Anything with,” that wasn’t really a request just telling me to do it. Sorry if this bothers some of you but it is an issue with me so make sure you word your requests AS requests). Either way, thanks for the love, lovelies! :D

Anonymous said:

Could you do one with either Kelley O’hara or Alex Morgan from the USWNT about a guy soccer player watching the US win the world cup and then want to be them or something like that?

I actually know who both those are (shockingly enough, I don’t really follow sports) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could you do lorengrey captions? She’s so hot

Sorry sweetie, don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

Hi I just had an idea for a game you could do. It could be where someone has to say as a boy what they’re like physically in stages. So first stage is hair color for example, second stage could be height, third stage could be body type, etc. An example would be if I was a black hair, short height, thick body type, I would match up with someone like Nicki Minaj. Just an idea which you could extend on. Hopefully it makes sense. I appreciate you!

I actually have a game like this mapped out called “Build a Sissy” where you choose age, hair color, and bra size, but it would take a LOT of work to make so I haven’t written it yet. Maybe some day though. :)

Anonymous said:

I would love to see a Tori Kelly caption. Her hair and body are not typical but beautiful for a white girl. I say that last sentence respectfully. I think having a caption with her would be great

Sure thing! Tori Kelly is a cutie. :)

Anonymous said:

Ok I'm not sure if u'll know these 2 cuz even I had to look them up for the names but anne dudek and maitland ward theyre the 2 blonde sisters from white chicks not sure if uve seen it but if u can could u make a caption for them please?

I DO know who they are! I’ve been thinking about doing a White Chicks caps because there’s a lot of cute looks in that movie (especially for Busy Phillips who I just love) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could u do Yvette nicole brown from community? Id like to see some big girl love

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

I already know that this request is probably gonna be a No but I still have to ask whats the ruling on GCI enhanced celebrities like Taylor swift from Cats? Or is that too much like "Furry" stuff. Now I'm Feeling this will be a No for multiple reasons

So it is not an issue with CGI “enhanced” celebrities but for Cats it is because I do not have a Furry fetish and I get uncomfortable thinking about writing caps for it. But I write caps with “manips” all the time (photoshopped images of celebs) so I’m not ruling out CGI enhanced celebs all together.

Anonymous said:

Can you do one of Lindsey stirling? And for the story can it be a guy trying to learn Violin but he cant seem to focus he even tried hot female teachers but it didnt work then he gets a male teacher than he starts focusing and wanting to please the teacher he becomes a sissy sorry its a long request

Sounds fun, sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan and I think you’ve been doing amazing work. Is there anyway you could do a story about a guy who loses a bet to sorority girl and is forced to get his nails painted and turned into a girl? I love the idea of having a boys nails painted against his will. I’d love one with Selena Gomez but if you think another celeb would be better I leave that cumpletely to you.

Totally! This sounds fun. :D

Anonymous said:

Can you do thelma and Louise?

I’m assuming you mean Geena Davis & Susan Sarandon from Thelma & Louise so yes. Yes I can. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption from the movie bridesmaids? Like when theyre all trying on dressess or something?

I haven’t seen Bridesmaids (I know I know) but I can try something. :)

Anonymous said:

it would be super cool if you could do some more games! They’re my fav

Glad you like them! As long as I’m not on hiatus, games will be posted every second Saturday. I’ve already got two set for June. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey huge fan of your recent work and super excited about new caps!! Do you think you could do one about a college guy who drops out in pursuit of being a stand up comedian, but the comedy club needs a female comic so they turn him into a girl? I was thinking maybe Nikki Glaser, she so funny and sexy. Thanks can’t wait to see all your new stuff!!

Oooo, Nikki Glaser is great. Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Can you make a caption about a guy who makes fun of curvy and thicc women, where the women get their revenge and turn the guy into Nia Jax?

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Hi Me again on the topic of the assembly line worker caption sequel if you do it i just an idea for the story like before depicting the sissies "first time" but you can have it be that the coworker doesnt know and is telling everyone about the chick he slept with last night and the sissy is just thinking "if only they knew"idk i thought it was good anyways thank u again

So this message is in reference to a sequel caption that was requested & that I did write and will be posted in June. I’m sharing it here to let the anon know that I wrote the cap BEFORE I got this second request so there will be a followup but the story will be different. I hope that’s ok.

Anonymous said:

Hi idk if u watch wrestling or not I see u have some captions of wwe womens wrestlers but im not sure have far ur knowledge of it is? Could u do a caption of Rhea Ripley if u know her?

I have never seen a single episode of WWE, I do not watch wrestling, and yet somehow every time someone requests a wrestler I know who she is. Don’t ask me how because I do not know. Anyways, yeah I can do a Rhea Ripley one. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption about a janitor for sissy co. That finds out the strange goings on at work and tries to blow the whistle on the whole operation but is caught and turned into a sissy maid for the sissy co. Corporate office abit specific I know but ive been thinking on that awhile however u do it will be perfect thanks

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Could you do katheryn Hahn from wandavision specifically the 80s look with the Big hair and aerobics outfit

Oooo, sounds nice. I’ll type that up for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan of your caps!! Do you think you could do a cap where a football player wants to go to the NFL but gets hurt, so they turn him into a female commentator, maybe Lauren Rutledge? If you don’t know her, she’s been a college football reporter for awhile and was also a former Miss Florida. Anyways I just think any guy would be lucky to be turned into her and I love your caps keep up the great work!!

Me: *googles Lauren Rutledge to see if it’s who I’m thinking of* How do I know who this is? Anyways, yes I can write this. :)

...for some reason there are no GIFs of her though so I’m just gonna move on.

Anonymous said:

Hi I'm the one that requested the LONG list of celebs I'm still really sorry about that I didnt realize how many it actually was till I looked back so I wanna retract some for your sake tell ya what if you havent done any already just do the ones that are specifically marked (as in the ones detailed by movie or show theyre in) the ones that are just names you can leave out i knoe its still alot but hopefully that takes some weight off of ya sorry again

You don’t have to be sorry! Like I said, in the future I’d ask that folks limit requests to no more than 3 celebs at a time but you didn’t know that. I’d never said that before. I typed up every celebrity and they’re going to be sprinkled in during June. Hope you like them! :)

Anonymous said:

Hello ^^ I love your work. Can u make a caption with the name "jules" and Ariana Grande please? Thank you

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hey, not really an ask, but something I needed to share

I'm the one that asked for the Stephanie Beatriz caption from a whole back, and I absolutely loved how it turned out. Each time you roll out a new caption is like a small thrill to me and I read them right as they're released.

Now this wouldn't be an ask if I wasn't asking something, right? Well, next month sees the release of the "In the Heights" movie, and there's an opportunity there to do a series of captions using stephanie Beatriz from that same movie.

In conclusion, I love your captions so much, you're amazing!

Awww, this is such a sweet message. Thank you! And YAAASSSSS! Ever since the first trailer for In the Heights dropped I was like, “I must write a caption with her in this!” So you can imagine how fun it’s been waiting this entire time. *eye twitches*. We’ll have to wait until the movie comes out for me to be sure I can find a good image but this IS a caption I want to write. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi I just recently came across your blog and fell in love with it!! The caption with the football player being turned into Bella Thorne is one of my favorites!! I’d love so much if you could do a sequel or something to that cap it was so amazing and I need to know what else happens to “her”. I’m not sure if this is possible or if you even do sequels but this cap was great and I look forward to all the others!!!

Glad you like it! I’m always looking for sequel captions to write on Throwback Thursday so you’ll get this for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey big fan! Do you think you could do a caption where a short guy gets made fun of by all his girl friends for how short he is? Ariana Grande is fairly short and I think a caption of her (of age of course) would be awesome

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Can you do one with the bella twins as two guys who fought over the same girl then the girl turns them both into look alikes of her but then they start fighting over the same guy

Yep!

Anonymous said:

Do you know suzy berhow? Or angie Griffin? If so would love a caption of either of them please

Sorry sweetie, I don’t know who those are. :(

Anonymous said:

Would appreciate more Sia captions please when u get the chance

I will remember that. :)

Anonymous said:

Can make some Winnie Harlow caption please? I adore her style

Sorry lovely, I don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

How about instead of removing the captions with Demi in them ,the images of Demi were just replaced with another celeb and if Demi is mentioned by name in the caption then that could be edited to mention a different celeb. I respect Demi's decision I do but lets not lose some well made captions. Also if you could please make a caption where Amy Adams feminises a fan and raises them as her daughter and Kristen Stewart makes you her submissive wife that would be appreciated. I'm a fan of them.

So about the Demi Lovato captions: I understand your feelings but I’m still going to delete the original captions. Because of how my captions are made I can’t just go back in & swap out an image or edit the text, I have to remake it from the ground up. I am hoping to do that with some (maybe all) of the Demi Lovato captions & re-publish them, but I’m still going to delete the originals.

I can do the Kristen Stewart one for sure and I’ll TRY to do the Amy Adams one I just am not 100% sure I can find a pic for that but we’ll see. :)

Anonymous said:

If it’s possible before your summer hiatus could you do a caption with Amanda Crew (silicon valley, sex drive)?

I will do one with Amanda Crew but I can’t commit to doing it before the hiatus.

About the hiatus: I don’t know when it’s going to be. I want to TRY to make it to at least July 18th because I have a specific game in mind I want to post for 5 years of Celebrity TG Captions games, but after that I have no idea. I’ve been writing caps for a longer stretch of time since normal since I’ve switched to a part-time blog so I might burn out at any second but for right now I’ve still got some juice.

#Not a Caption #Requests #Request

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likesomekindofcheese · 4 years ago

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Or the One where you pretend to be Engaged (Joe Mazzello x fem! reader oneshot)

Summary: You and Joe fake an engagement to get wedding cake samples

Word Count: 2895

Warnings: some mild swearing, I guess, but pretty mild. Cake and marriage. Kids are mentioned. Shenanigans.

A/N: Hello there @assembledherethevolunteers! I am your Secret Santa! And this was written in your honor for @yourlocalmusicalprostitute Possessed by Love celebration! I hope you enjoy it! Also shout out to actual goddess @joeneslee for helping me with ideas when I got writers block!

“Are you ready?” he asks eagerly.

“I don’t know…” you reply, shaking your head.

Both of you sit in the car parked outside of the cake store. It is a small building, painted pastel pink building with a white roof. There is a wide glass window that reads “Let them eat Cake!” in a heart slathered on with white paint. It looks like a Hallmark Valentines Card, but were you ready to enter that place? With Joe?

Joe has always been your friend, and most especially your baseball buddy. The stadium was your safe place with him, not anything flowery or romantic. Both of you would discuss everything under the sun until pipe organs blared out chords when the teams ran on the field. You were used to the ballpark, the sun beating down over the rim of your cap. The taste of hot dogs right on your mouth and both of you eating ice cream cones at the last stretch as bats cracked the balls louder than anything on earth.

“Hmmmm” he would say in a Fake Commenter voice, thick with a nasal accent “numbuh forty-three hit that ball and ooooo he’s going!”

“Uph! He missed it! The ball rolling!” you would throw in, watching the action.

“Ooooo! Too baaad so saaaad!” Joe would continue with the voice.

But even at the stadium, you couldn’t even eat a regular meal with him. He would make silly faces, gulp stuff down, or shove his arms in his shirt as if he was a velociraptor. How on earth would you last through a wedding cake tasting?

“This is a lot for just wanting some desert,” you commented.

“Yes, but it’s free dessert. And how long until we have to pay for every good thing, Y/N?” He argued, smiling fearlessly at the place.

“But, what…it might be wrong…” you advise.

“Ok, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Thinking through, you throw your hands in the air in exasperation.

“Food poisoning,” you say.

“In this kind of store? I doubt it,” he shrugs.

With a deep breath, you go “okay…I’m ready…”

Both of you get out your boxes and place the rings on your left ring finger, but still in the car, where no one can catch you. You said a little prayer for a bit of normalcy. As much as you were hoping for.

The entire store is painted pastel pink and white with flowers on each counter and white cupids all over the walls. Cutesy love songs play on throughout the speaker. As soon as you walk in, a perky young woman with pale skin and a brown ponytail walks up and cheerfully greets in a Disney Princess voice, “Is this the future Mr. and Mrs. Mazzello?!”

“Yes it is!” you say with an equally cheesy smile.

Joe leans down and hugs you from the side as you lightly kiss his cheekbone. When your hand goes up to hold his, you make sure the ring sparkles in the employee’s direction.

“Yes, and we’re thrilled!” he adds.

You pop your hand forward to show and she squeals on cue.

“Wonderful! Let’s get started then! When will your wedding be?” she asks. She pulls up an Ipad from the counter and begins to tap enthusiastically on it.

Joe answers perfectly, “Next April.”

“So a Spring wedding! Are we thinking florals then?” she asks, glancing up.

You nodded “yes…”

As she turned around to take more notes, Joe whips his head to you and says in his smoothest, Streep voice “Florals in Spring?”

“Groundbreaking!” you finished with a repressed laugh.

“A floral cake would look beautiful! Let me get our expert and our baker ready with the flavors today!” she explained.

Zipping around, she leads you into the next room that looks like a small café with plenty of wooden tables and chairs. Already you can smell the chocolate baking in the next room. Sitting you down, she serves you some water from a crystal pitcher and Joe insists he pours your cup.

She keeps grilling you about everything under the sun where you both had to come up with stuff and wound up with the most cliché, cheesy wedding you could think of. Anything that would turn someone away. Not get too much attention.

The girl looks dreamy-eyed at the details of wedding planning. Thinking of one of her own in her daydreams, perhaps. But once the baker- a short, pudgy man with dark hair and glasses with an apron, your breath hitches. Especially since he is already holding a few plates of cake samples.

You feel Joe’s arms wrap around you as he sets the plates down. One plate has a cake with icing, and one has fondant.

“Fondant or Buttercream?” the baker asks.

“Buttercream! Please! Fondant is disgusting!” you insist.

“I need a cake as sweet as my sweetie pie is,” Joe says in a disgustingly saccharine tone. You can’t help but smile.

“What about the design? Simple or ornate?” he asks.

He folds his arms and eyes you over his glasses. You grit your teeth. Both of you begin to say the opposite thing, then Joe blinks, his face is red. Looking over, your eyes widen, and you nod furiously.

“Uh, simple! Simple is better! I’d like something my nieces and nephews can eat!” he requests.

The baker shrugs and confirms. He walks away saying he will get the buttercream samples.

Joe turns to you and rubs his hands together happily.

“This is it, Y/N! Here we go!” he cheers.

The young woman and the baker pop in from the back. Their arms and hands are filled with cake samples of every color and flavor you can think of. Each one is cut into perfectly square pieces as if done by machines. There is a chocolate cake, a vanilla cake, a lemon cake, and a carrot cake. The woman settled her plate down, her white blouse stained with the pink icing, and then hurried back.

The baker handed you several disposable white plastic forks from his apron and pointed to the trash can next to your table.

“Okay, are you ready to dig in?” he asks you.

When you look his eyes are soft, his hair is a little scruffy, and his smile makes your cheeks feel hot.

“I’m ready!” you declare

Joe’s phone goes wild with buzzing as you stab your fork into a vanilla piece.

“Sweetie!” you say, almost through gritted teeth, worriedly looking at his pocket.

Joe turns to his phone and looks at it. Numerous notifications are asking what he was doing and how it was going from…of all places…the band group chats.

“Oh my gosh, they’re all talking,” Joe sighs. The fork goes in and he gets a generous bite of the chocolate sample. But there is so much it gets on his right pointer finger.

He huffs like a kindergartener. He sets his fork down with a bit of a scowl, then his thumb presses the button on his phone, and it goes into Speaker mode.

“Guys, I am just at my fiancé’s cake eating, okay?” he speaks into Siri and sends in an instant.

As he takes a second bite, his brown eyes go wide.

“Oh, my go…. This is incredible!” he exclaims with a mouth full of cake.

The first bite of your lemon sample is moist and yet dense. Sweet enough to perfection. You love it. Right as you plunge your fork into it again you hear Joe’s phone continually buzzing. When he finishes it, he wipes the icing from his finger on the napkin and pulls it up.

“Oh…uh…” Joe spoke, he bit his tongue looking at the line of notifications scrolling down.

It won’t stop buzzing. And the lights blinking you can’t help but notice as well. Peeking over his shoulder, the band is on fire asking about the engagement.

“Why don’t you turn it off, let’s be in the moment and enjoy this together!” you suggest, touching his forearm.

He nods promptly and turns it off, putting it in his pocket to deal with later. He then stuffs the vanilla whole inside his mouth. He chews, and nods, going “mmmmmmmm!” in approval

“Ohp! I got too much buttercream in mah mouth!” Joe cries. He sips his water, moving his jaw as if it was peanut butter.

“Need me to take care of it, sweetie?” you ask.

You heard the loud whirl of the mixer in the back and the bell right over the door ching with the entrance of another couple

“Anytime, babe.”

You lean over and kiss him, tasting the frosting. His lips are soft, and you can smell his shampoo too. He smiles and goes in for another one with more pressure, with a hand pressing your shoulder. You start giggling.

“Woah! Save some for the wedding night tiger!” you chirrup demurely, pushing him away.

“Anything for you, wifey,” he says, and the pink on his cheeks are impossible not to notice.

But when you look behind you in curiosity your heart picks up at the sight. Your college friend and her fiancée had just walked in.

“Y/N!” she half-screams, “oh my god, you’re engaged! Oh my god!”

She hurries over to you in a loud squuuuuueeeeee and tackles you into a hug. But you’re silent. Not sure what to do or how to react.

“Now we can BOTH have our big day! Ohmygod, I’m so happy for you! Let me see?” he begs.

She points a hand to your left hand and finds the old ring.

“Awwww, it’s beautiful!”

You and Joe share a look, unsure of what to do. His eyes go wide, and you could see a bit of frosting still on his face, getting whiter and whiter until it looked like the buttercream frosting on the plate.

“Ooooo, and who is hee?!” she asked, going over to inspect Joe.

Her fiancée is in the corner, hands in his pockets, and swaying on his toes. Waiting.

“Oh, this is Joe. We are just deciding and trying out wedding cakes.” You answer firmly.

“Oooo! When is the date! I have to go! I just have to see it! I’m gonna cry but it’s gonna be worth it! You deserve nothing but the best, honey! When did you get engaged? I saw nothing on Insta!” she queries, head tilting in light confusion.

Crap, crapcrapcrapcrap you think.

You looked a little to the left at Joe, shrugs with a wide jaw.

“He proposed…at a game. Yesterday.” You say. “But we…we just wanted to get some details right before anything gets public.”

Joe gets up to put an arm around you.

“And my little snuggle bug here is so modest and didn’t want to overshadow anyone on their big day. Wedding Season, you know!” he adds.

Looking up, you give him a small grin and he grins back.

“Ooooo, but it’s your big day too! You should feel special!” she comments,

“We just want to get everything planned….and besides, I’m a local fringe celebrity. And I…I don’t want to get the media too riled up,” Joe responds, moving his free hand for her to be quieter about it.

Her fiancé walks forward, he takes her under his arm, and they lean against each other in a half hug. But he keeps squinting at Joe.

“Wait…I swear I may have seen you before…weren’t you in…uh…” he mumbles, scratching the back of his head.

You turn Joe’s head to the cake samples, eyes darting down to them.

“Hey…I think we have more cakes to taste we need to make decisions, we can talk later!” you say, tugging on his sleeve.

“Yup. Decisions. Big ones.” Joe agrees. Both of you turn your backs to continue.

“Okay, buy Y/N!” your friend says, she gives you a sweet hug and a genuine smile before she goes over to discuss her wedding with the employee at the front desk.

But right as you begin to work on the third sample of rich chocolate, you look up and saw of all things, another friend of yours walking in the café area while tying an apron around his waist.

“Y/N! Oh my god! You’re engaged!” he gasps, letting go of all professional courtesy.

He runs up and hugged you.

“Uhhh, yeah. I am. Surprise!” you shrug.

“Wait, let me help you. I just started working here and I’ve been binging Great British Bake Off for a month, I am a cake expert!” he says.

He plops down uninvited on the chair across from you and Joe, looking at them.

“That one needs to be cream. Not white. Cream. Though adding a few red flowers would be nice. Blue might be pretty, but red is romantic and passionate!” he advises.

As Joe looks down, ready to eat a third sample of chocolate with blue icing he snatches it away.

“Hey!”

“No! Not chocolate!” your friend scowls.

“Oh, come on! Chocolate is the best!” Joe argues, he grabs the plate and pulls it back

“Chocolate gets dry! And this isn’t a birthday or kiddie party, this is a wedding! It needs to be mature and professional with some decoration!” he says. “It needs a refined flavor! I have one I made this morning, let me cut you both a bit!”

He dashes to the back, returning with two samples of a red velvet slice. Once you and Joe eye each other, taking a pensive bite both of you grimace. It tastes more like a stale piece of toast than an actual cake.

You chug down the rest of the water and give him a half-hearted thank you. But right before you can change the subject, he gets out a notepad in his pocket filled with cake designs.

“This one would fit a wedding too…and so would this one…and this one!” he lists, flipping yellow lined pages of tiered cakes full of flowers and swirls. You can feel Joe starting to tap his foot.

“And all in that flavor you just tried!”

Standing up, you smile and shake his hand in thanks.

“Wow! That’s a lot well-I gotta get back on the -uh-juice diet for the wedding dress fitting I’m going to next Friday.”

Joe gets up to hug you from behind. He kisses your cheek and you feel a genuine smile grow on you.

“Not that you need it, honey bear. You’re gorgeous no matter what. You could wear a paper bag on the aisle and I’d still be blown away,” he compliments

“Thank you.”

He pecks your lips, “anytime.”

His ginger head turns toward your friend, gathering leftover plates.

“We’ll consider the designs and if we decide it’s what we want, we’ll call you!” he says, slowly backing away to the door.

Both of you scuffle out without a word and got into the car. As soon as you drive away, far enough to where no one near the store could hear you, you both burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, Joe…we did it! We did that!” you laugh, catching your breath.

Joe nods, his hand crunching part of his hair as he leans back into the car seat. You both park near a coffee shop just to get out and release more laughter. Wiping away tears, he turns on his phone to face the music. It was dinging like mad from the Groupchat and he smiles, amused.

“You won’t believe this…the band’s all amazed and…they’re asking for proof!” he tells you.

“What kind of proof?” you ask, sighing as your breath was slowing to normal.

“Ben says he wants to see a ring and a kiss in one pic.”

“We can ignore him,” you dismiss.

“I dunno…now Gwil wants one…and Rami…and Lucy…and Allen…and everyone…”

Sighing, you say “mmmk, mmmk, just a quick one.”

Looking down, you realize that the ring was still on your finger. You position your phone in the right place, put it on selfie mode, and set a timer.

He’s gonna kiss me again, oh my god, he’s gonna kiss me again, you think almost retreating your head, like a turtle in its shell.

Keeping your outstretched left hand just below your face, you both lean forward. There is a nervous twitch in Joe’s eye, and you hold your breath in place. The camera’s screen flashed “2…1….”

Then you both dive in for the kiss. Your teeth awkwardly touch together with a slight “clang.” Your lips match top to bottom and you can still taste the chocolate cake on him. But your eyes are closed, and your breathing slows. You feel him exhale through his nose. Both of you stay there. You feel your heart go fast with excitement and nervousness, as if this was a fever dream and not what was happening right now.

But you look at each other in the eyes and let go. You realize that the photos had already been taken for a few seconds. The actual kiss was longer. He gives you a sheepish smile at yours. He never looked at you like that before. Not that you had seen. You look back at him.

Now you are sure. There is a tenderness in his expression, and he blushes until he is the color of his hair. He is too.

“Y/N…I…I always thought…”

You went in for another kiss. No photo required.

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deepdisireslonging · 5 years ago

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Orphan Requests

I have an inbox full of requests and I cannot answer them. So I am opening them up to any writer who has the inspiration to fulfill them! Writers, if you’d like to reply to this post that you’re taking a fic, I’ll make a note so the anon requesters can know where to look for their fics. Thank you guys for any and all help!

In order of longest sitting, with wrestlers requested in bold:

Hello!! I’m here to make yet another request if you don’t mind. I’m guessing I have a thing for short guys being dom af, because now I really need some dom!chad gable fic in my life. Can you write a fic where he’s really sweet but controlling? - requested by @khaleesikross

could you do a cena x male reader with it being cenas first time with a guy? and he’s really rough?

kevin owens x male reader where kevin lost a match and is angry backstage and just smutty smut?

Hi hope you are doing well; can you please do headcanons or a small fic of Lince dorado with a male medic s/o, like he gets injured and has to be put on painkillers n' s/o has to take of a very handsy lucha. You can make it as their already dating or just co-workers, whatever is easiest for you to do.😃 - requested by @vixxzial

[Completed] Hi! I love your writing about WWE! ❤ I saw that you have open requests. If it's not too much to ask, can you write two things about Ricochet? Dating with Ricochet would including / Sex with Ricochet would including / Thanks! ❤

Could you maybe do a request please? The Revival x Reader where maybe the reader is a female member of The Revival and they are currently fueling with The O.C. Maybe Gallows accidentally injures the reader during a match and the boys end up loosing it. They attack The O.C. And go and take care of their girl? Just a bunch of fluff and smut please if you can find somewhere for it, if not a bunch of sick fluff is fine! 😂🤗

I'm not sure if you'll take this request at the moment (which is totally fine and understandable) but whenever you get time, can you do a Finn Balor x Virgin Male Reader fic, where it's reader's first time (he bottoms for Finn) and Finn is just super sweet to the reader during the whole experience? ❤️❤️❤️ - requested by @issacloveswwe (Claimed by @neversatisfiedgirlfics) {Thanks, love!}

I know it might be a while, but could you possible do a real fluffy/smut fic of Drew Gulak and The Reader? Maybe the Reader is Drew’s valet and real life fiancé and they celebrate together after he wins the Cruiserweight Championship from Tony in the Triple threat between the two and Akira? 🤗❤️

[Completed] Hi is it alright if I request something really smutty as a FxF with Becky Lynch? If possible could you use my name Alexandra? - claimed by @lynchstan-516

this is probably a weird request, but -- I'd like to see some smut where the female reader is close friends with Seth and Becky, who are in an open relationship (but the reader doesn't know that they are, just that they're together.) Becky sees that the reader is stressing herself out on the road, and gives Seth his blessing to take care of her... ;) (Becky/reader content also encouraged!!) - claimed by @lynchstan-516

Hi! This is my first time requesting smut. I was wondering if you could do a Becky Lynch smut where she is sure that she is straight until one night when she shares a hotel room with Y/N. At first everything is platonic, but Becky starts to lose her cool as Y/N continues to tease her. Rough and kinky smut, please. 😉 I’ll leave the rest of the details up to you. Thank you ❤️ - claimed by @lynchstan-516

From prompt list one all for one story 40,42,44 with Luke Gallows please and thank u - requested by @braunstrowmangirl (We could never get down to which list they were talking about, so either ask them or pick your favorite prompt list?)

Can you please write something with dom Rhea, Shayna and Reader, please?

Hi love! Would you happen to write for Travis Banks? (NXT UK) I think I have a plot in mind but I just wanted to be sure!

Hi! May I ask you to write some Samoa Joe/Kevin Owen's smut? They don't have anything at all T_T

Oooo! Can I send in a request? I’m thinking with Either Dash Wilder, Noam Dar, or Jordan Devlin (I couldn’t choose I’m sorry! 😩) and a Female reader. Like a Love/Hate story where they’re always at each other’s throats but likes it’s also like ‘I can fuck with him/her but if anyone else does imma rip their heads off their shoulders’ because they secretly love them? and it’s just smutty and fluffy?

U was wondering if you could write some AOP smut and/or a threesome with an oc? That would be wonderful because I love them and I can't seem to find any. Thank you! - requested by @queenofdiamonds2019

Could you possibly do a Dash Wilder x Female!Reader? The reader is a women’s wrestler and The Revival’s manager as well as Dash’s longtime girlfriend. The both are cast members on Total Divas and maybe one day while out with some of the ladies filming she gets sick, this causing the other girls to have her take some pregnancy tests and maybe just a really cute fluffy thing where she announces to Dash that she’s gonna be a daddy and to Scott that he’s gonna be an uncle?

Can You Please Do A Drew Mcintyre X Male Reader. Where Drew Is Really Rough(Degrading,Chocking Etc...) And If You Could Can You Pls Do Daddy Kink - requested by @themangetrowdy

Could you do a smut where the reader is a WWE wrestler and Dean comes to cheer her on and the reader gets badly hurt but wins in the end and he patches her up in the locker room when the match is over and it ends in smut? This idea just came to me cause I love Supernatural and I love Sasha Banks.

Hi! Is there anyway you can write a Jordan Devlin x Female!Reader imagine?? Based off his World’s Collide Title won please? ❤️

Tagging some writers who might be interrested:

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#open requests for the taking #orphan requests #please somebody write these #because it's not going to be me #Unfortunately #hear from the writer #requests

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my-arlington-academia · 5 years ago

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Ellie happy birthday fanfic!! 🎉🎁📚📖

Well, by now you know the drill! Scholar is back to being a he in this one, I'm constantly switching it up! On a side note, since we're in June but still quarantined, the teachers are sending us a lot of work to finish up the year so I have less time than usual to write this! 😖 (I mean I guess I could just put it off and write it after but I can’t be late my whole life now can I?) Hopefully it won't be bad though! Please tell me what you think, I'm okay with anything at this point tbh. You guys can just leave me with a key smash and I'll be super happy 😂

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Ellie looked at the exam schedule, and like every single year she got annoyed with just a glance.

“Being born in June sucks...”

She muttered quietly enough so the teacher wouldn’t hear but loud enough so her friends seated next to her could. Tyler gently tapped her shoulder, clearly he wanted to cheer her up but it is unfortunate that every year her birthday coincides with the exam period. He tried to bring her morale up nonetheless.

“Don’t sweat it, we’ll throw down a party once the exams are over! We’ll invite everyone, this way we’ll all have something to look forward to! That’s even bette-”

“Mr. Williams, if you’re any louder than this then I’m afraid I won’t be able to go through every single piece of advice I have to give you before the end of this period.”

As much as Tyler wanted to go on and ignore the teacher’s warning, like he usually does, his reasoning got the better of him and rightfully so. It would be extremely stupid to get an unpleasant note in his school file just before the exams. Though the “pieces of advice” weren’t any more useful than usual. It was all the same generic tips teachers give knowing fully well that many students won’t follow them and study just the day before the exam by pulling “almost-allnighters” with maybe a 2 hours long nap if they’re lucky.

After the lecture, when coming out of the classroom, Tegan and Tyler were thinking that Ellie would soon forget about that whole birthday thing and go back to being her usual happy-go-lucky self. But she kept on hanging her head low and sulking. It was so uncharacteristic of her that even the people who don’t know Ellie on a personal level started getting worried. Despite her short legs, Ellie has always been the type of person to hurry herself over to wherever her next destination is. So looking at the usually cheerful Ellie dragging her feet on the ground was a sad sight indeed. She sighed for at least the 10th time since the morning lecture.

“Maybe when my dads adopted me I should’ve just asked them to move my birthday to the beginning of July or something... what do you guys think?”

Tegan awkwardly extended his hand towards Ellie and rubbed her back.

“Well um... that wouldn’t really fix the problem now, would it? You’ll still know the date of your real birthday even if you change it. There really isn’t any meaning in doing that... I think. And I’m not even sure if that’s legally possible.”

As Tyler and Tegan were once again desperately trying to console Ellie, Scholar made his way towards them from afar.

“Ellie! You’ll celebrate your birthday after the exams, right? That’s awesome! It’ll be a breather for everyone and I’m already thinking of some presents I can giv- Uh. I guess I shouldn’t tell you what I’m thinking of or else it’ll ruin the surprise.”

In a matter of seconds, Ellie’s mood did a complete 180 and she was happily conversing with Scholar. TnT looked dumbfounded, all it took for Scholar to cheer Ellie up was to flash a smile and ramble about random stuff while they had to give up on some of their snacks for her and she was still being gloomy. Tyler carefully nudged Tegan and whispered.

“You see what I see?”

“You mean how Ellie turned back into a ray of sunshine the moment Scholar showed up? Yeah, nothing new here...”

After a few minutes that seemed to last way too long to Tyler and Tegan, Scholar hurried himself over to his room, saying that he “absolutely needs to study” or else he’ll be kicked out of the school if he doesn’t make it in the silver tier. Ellie turned back to face TnT only to discover their betrayed faces.

“Uhhh? Is something wrong you guys?”

Tegan stayed quiet, not really caring at this point to be honest, and Tyler pulled off the most offended attitude he could.

“Oh no nothing. We’re totally not salty that Scholar is sooooooo awesome that he can lift all of your worries away by just gracing you with his all mighty presence.”

Throughout this whole thing, Tyler kept on dramatically rolling his eyes. Ellie was internally laughing at how bitter he sounded but also she was a bit embarrassed at how obvious her feelings towards Scholar are.

“Oooo-kay Tyler! No need to throw so much shade haha. You know that I love you guys much more than anyone else.”

“Psh. Yeah right, I can garantee you that this is not what you’ll say in a couple of months when you’ll be jumping in Scholar’s arms on a daily basis and kiss him under the moonlight.”

Ellie is usually hard to tease, she’s the one doing most of the teasing after all. However, when it comes to Scholar even the smallest thought can make her go from a 0 to a hundred real quick. Ellie punched Tyler in the shoulder, a punch that was surprisingly really powerful for such a little fist.

“It’s not like that! I’m not sure about anything...yet.”

Seeing how unsure Ellie was, Tyler stopped the teasing and looked at Tegan. It was the first time any of them had a crush on someone. Despite all of the joking, they know that they have an unbreakable bond and they’ll stick with eachother no matter what happens. Only problem is... none of them have any experience with dating, or hell, even just flirting. Tegan looked hilariously confused.

“Okay so uh. Do we just like... help you have alone time with him, or what? It would be so much easier if this was a visual novel with multiple-choice answers, in that case I could’ve helped you no problem.”

Tegan shot a shy glance towards Tyler, he shrugged in return.

“Hey don’t look at me like that! All I know is a bunch of cringy pick-up lines that can only be used as jokes.”

Suddenly Ellie broke into a genuine laugh under the confused gazes of her friends. They were trying so hard to help that it was actually really adorable.

“The two of you are such dorks! You don’t need to take this so seriously, I’ll do whatever needs to be done on my own. And if I do need help with something, I promise I’ll hit you guys up!”

That’s right. There was no reason to be hasty. No matter what will happen, it all seems so far away. Especially when there’s the exams just before it. Ellie was stirred up for a couple of months now, and she honestly wasn’t really counting on doing anything in particular. If something is meant to happen, it’ll happen. That’s what she thought and she was sure of it more than anything else.

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Et voilà! I’m not sure how well this turned out since I did this in one go but I just hope it’s not too sucky! Also this is the first time I directly wrote this on my laptop and wow... the emojis are so fcking ugly on PC tumblr 😂 I can’t believe they looked at them and were like “yeah, perfect for our hellsite”. Tumblr really needs a revamp or something. Also, just to be sure, the exam period in America is in June right? If not then I effed up with this whole thing lol. Uuhhhh I’m pretty sure there’s something else that I wanted to say but it’s 2am and I don’t remember... Welp! In any case thank you so much for reading! ♥

#sweet elite #se #ellie collins #fanfiction #fanfics #pls tell me this is not bad writing #I'm almost sure that I'll wake up tomorrow and I'll be like wtf is this

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idumpyourgrass · 5 years ago

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Just Go With It- Chapter One

Steve Harrington x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: (Eventually) Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Y/n L/n receives an invite to her ex’s wedding and attempts to invite her co-worker Steve Harrington as her plus one.

A/n: I am so incredibly excited for this! I hope you all enjoy it! Lmk if you would like to be added to the taglist

Warnings: Swearing, typos

Work Count: 1.9k

The bell rang above the door as you push your way into the Police station. You walk over to your desk, throwing your purse on top of it. Grabbing two cups, you make your way over to the coffee machine. You fill one cup up all the way and the other one you fill up ¼ of the way, filling the rest up with cream. You place one cup on your desk and make your way to the back of the office with the other in your hand.

You walk past the group of officers, laughing at some cheesy joke. A collective group of “Morning Y/n!” cheerfully greet you.

“Morning boys, is the chief in yet?” You stop and ask.

“You know he’s never in on time.” Officer Meyer tells you. Rolling your eyes, you continue to the back of the office. You place the coffee on the Sheriff’s desk and head back up to the front. The phone rings as soon as you sit down.

“Hawkins police station, Y/n speaking, how may I help you?” You hold the phone up to your ear with your shoulder as you pick a magazine to flip through.

“Yes, I would like to report some kids that keep ding dong ditching me!” You flip the page of your magazine, completely unbothered.

“Oh, well we will get that taken care of right away, can I have your name and address please?” you put down the magazine and grab a pad of paper and a pen, scribbling down the address, “Right, I will send an officer down right away, have a good day, yup, okay bye.”

“Hey, Rogers!” You call out. Officer Rogers makes his way over to you, “I need you to go talk to Ms. Drew, she has some ding dong ditchers.”

Officer Rogers gives you a look of disbelief. The phone rings again.

“Hawkins police station, Y/n speaking, how may I help you?” You look at Officer Rogers, raising your eyebrows, “Go!” You mouth, pointing towards the door. Huffing he walks out of the building.

“Y/n! It’s Steve, I know I’m late, but I’m on my way!” You prop your feet up on the desk.

“Harrington, if you were on your way you wouldn’t be on the phone right now,” You twirl the phone cord around your finger, “Your milk with a splash of coffee will be cold by the time you get here.”

“Okay, okay, I’m on my way!” Steve hangs up the phone.

You and Steve have been working together for about five years. Working with the “King of Hawkins high” is not what you planned. Truth be told, you actually liked it. In high school, you managed to get away with only speaking to Steve maybe twice. You went off to college, met who you thought was the love of your life, and planned a whole future with him. As it turned out, he wasn’t the one. Once you graduated college, you lived with him for about a year in Indianapolis, you were engaged. Then, he cheated. You moved back to your home own and got a job as a receptionist at the Police station, working with none other than Steve the hair Harrington, Hawkins police sheriff.

You hear the sound of a car door close and look out the window, witnessing Steve trip over the curb. You let out a laugh as he walks inside.

“I saw that,” you laugh. He points a finger at you, “You saw nothing,” rolling your eyes, you stand up and follow him back to his office.

“So far the only call has been about some ding dong ditchers, but officer Rogers is taking care of that, your coffee is on your desk,” you hand him a folder, “here are some papers, I just need you to look over and sign, and that’s all I got.”

Steve plops down in his chair, leaning back and propping his feet up on his desk, “Jesus Christ, ding dong ditchers? That’s it? Not even any speeding tickets or anything?” You shake your head, “It’s the last day of school, kids will start getting into trouble, trespassing and what not,” you smile at Steve.

“You’re the only thing keeping me alive L/n.”

“Right back at you Harrington,” You shoot him a finger gun and pull the door shut as you make your way back up to the front desk.

Steve throws down the folder on your desk, “All done?” You flip through the papers, checking for his signature. Steve pulls a chair up to your desk, setting down a box of connect four.

Steve separates the black and red chips, sliding the red chips over to you.

“I’m thinking about getting a puppy.” You blurted. Steve furrowed his brows and looked up at you.

“A dog? Why?”

“I’m alone and bored Harrington, I need something to entertain me.” You place a red chip into the connect four grid.

“You don’t need a dog, you need to get back out there.”

You cross your arms and narrow your eyes, “What do you mean get back out there?”

Steve’s hand hovers over the grid, studying it carefully, finding where his next chip should go, “You need to start dating again, when was the last time you went on a date?”

“No, dating wouldn’t solve any of my issues. Once you start dating, you get attached, and then you think ‘this is the one,’ and then you say I love you and he says it back too but little do you know he doesn’t actually mean it and then he cheats on you and crushes your heart,” you place a red chip in the grid, creating a diagonal line, “Yes! I win!”

Steve sighs, throwing his arms up in defeat, “You cheated, I don’t know how, but you cheated.”

Chuckling, you dump the chips out and throw them back into the box. The phone rings and you pick it up, motioning to Steve to pick up the rest of the game.

“Hawkins Police Station, Y/n speaking, how may I help you? Oh hi Mr. Sheldon. Trespassing?” You give Steve an “I told you so” look, “Teens? South side of the Quarry?” Steve jumps out of his chair, running back to his office, “Alright, I will send Chief Harrington right away.” Steve leaps back down the hall, jumping in the air and placing his hat on his head, “Woo!” He cheers, as he runs out the door.

You grab the mail from your mailbox and unlock your door.

“Bill, bill, junk,” you flip through the mail, “Junk, bill,” you get to the last envelope. Your name and address is written in beautiful penmanship. In the corner, there is a return address you don’t recognize. You place the envelope on the counter, giving it one last look before heading to the pantry. You grab a box of Kraft mac and cheese.

While you wait for the water to boil you grab the envelope. You carefully tear it open and pull out what’s inside. “Y/n L/n (plus one), You are formally invited to help celebrate Ryan Milar and Franny Kowski as they exchange rings on the beautiful beach of Maui!”

“Are you shitting me?!” You yell. He has the fucking nerve to invite you to his wedding with the girl he cheated on you with? Without thinking, you throw the invite away.

You scoop some mac and cheese into a bowl and pour yourself a big glass of wine. You sit down at the dining table letting out a sigh. Your eyes keep flickering over to the trash can. Groaning, you abruptly stand up, making your way over to the trash can. You reach in and grab the invitation.

You remain at the dining table. Your head rests in your hands at you look over the invitation. You look over the pictures of the two of them, laughing, smiling, holding hands in a field, kissing. Using your thumb, you wipe away a stray tear. You slowly move your hand down to the pen that sat next to the invitation, but you quickly retract it.

You grab the sheets and pull them up to your chin. You curl yourself up, hoping this will help hide you from your thoughts. Why can’t you just RSVP no and move on? Maybe it’s because the thought of you going and him realizing he actually loves you is giving you hope. You still think there’s hope that you and he can try again.

Grabbing your keys from the table, you look at the invitation. It hasn’t moved. Huffing, you grab it and shove it in your purse.

You sit at your desk, staring at the invitation. A pen hovers over the yes box. Inhaling, you mark it.

“What’s that?” Officer Meyer asks, picking up the invite. You try to grab it out of his hands.

“It’s nothing!” You stand up on your chair trying to reach it but he keeps it out of your grasp.

“Oooo, a wedding invitation! Ryan and Franny. Who’s your plus one?” Officer Meyer hands you the invite back.

“What?”

“It says Y/n L/n plus one.” You read over the invite. You can’t show up to the wedding alone, that would make you look alone and sad.

“Who the fuck am I supposed to take? I don’t know anyone!”

“I can think of one person.” Officer Meyer nods his head over to the window. Outside, Steve gets out of his car.

You shoot a glare towards Meyer and make your way over to the coffee machine to make Steve’s coffee, or “milk with a splash of coffee.”

“Morning Y/n!” Steve greets you with a smile. You pass him his coffee and watch him walk to the back.

You look over to the invitation that sits on your desk, then to Steve’s office. Taking a deep breath you grab the invite and walk to his office.

“How’s it going Y/n?” Steve takes a sip from his coffee.

“Steve I have to ask you something, and before you say no, I would just like to remind you of all the things I have done for you these past five years. I give you coffee, just how you like it, I have brought you spare keys when you got locked out of the cop car, I have reminded you every year to wish you colleagues happy birthday, I have attended every office party we have had just because you whined about me not going,” Steve just stares at you, his mouth slightly open, “I laugh at all your jokes, even if they aren’t funny, I play games with you, I help you out with your family problems I-“

“Alright, alright, I get it.” Steve cuts you off.

“I need you to be my plus one to Ryan’s wedding.” You get right to the point.

“Ryan? Why does that name sound familiar?” Steve questions.

“Ryan’s, uh Ryan’s my ex.” Steve’s mouth drops.

“He invited you to his wedding?! That piece of shit!”

“So, will you go with me?”

“Yeah, sure.” Steve responds.

“I should mention,” You hesitate, “it’s in Hawaii.”

Steve nearly spits his coffee out, “Hawaii?”

You slowly nod.

“No, I’m not going to go to Hawaii so you can watch you ex get married.”

“Steve, no please, please, please!” You beg him.

“No, if it was here, sure, but I’m not going to Hawaii.”

“Steve Harrington! Please!” You yell. He looks up at you, seeing how much stress this is causing you. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Please, please, please, please,” you whisper.

“Ok, fine.”

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elisajdb · 5 years ago

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Son Family Week: Goten Day

Dreams and Fantasies @sonfamilyweek

Day: Goten

Party

“Are you sure about this?”

“It’s the perfect plan and the perfect time to do this.”

Goten wasn’t completely convinced. “Wouldn’t a party make more sense at your house? It’s huge!”

“Yeah,” Trunks didn’t deny that. His home would be better, but it wasn’t possible. “But my grandparents, my parents and lots of animals and robots are there. There’s always someone home!” Trunks saw doubt on Goten’s face. He didn’t need his friend to back out of this. Trunks put too much planning in for this to not work.

“Come on, Goten. It’s the perfect time. Gohan has that conference to go to. This is the first time he’s taking Videl and Pan instead of leaving Pan with your parents. That’s three days. All we need to do is get your parents out of the house for one night.” He pulled out the answer from his pocket and waved it at Goten. “And your parents deserve this. When do they ever go out? Do you really want to keep this from them?”

Goten looked at the white envelope waving before him. Trunks told him it was a trip to an exclusive island resort. It had nightly parties, fireworks and most importantly, food. Lots and lots of food and it was all free.

“Mom, gets this stuff all the time. These places always give this to rich or famous people for free.”

“Why free?” Goten asked. “They can afford it.”

Trunks shook his head chuckling at Goten’s naivete. He had no clue how the real world worked. “Because if they are seen there or talk about it, it brings more people to the resort. You know how rich and famous obsessed this world is. Mr. Satan can promote a sports drink that’s more junk than healthy but millions would buy because of him.”

That was true. Even Goten didn’t understand why people still believed Mr. Satan beat Cell.

“All we have to do is convince your Mom. Your Dad will go along with anything your Mom wants to do.”

That was true, but it didn’t mean Trunks’ plan will work. “Even so, Mom won’t let me be in the house by myself. She’ll send me to Grandpa for the night.”

“Don’t worry,” Trunks smirked. He thought of that, too. “Leave that to me.”

****

“Are you looking forward to the conference, Gohan?”

“It’s no different from the other ones,” Gohan commented as he finished his lunch. He meant to talk to his parents about his trip but couldn’t say no when his mother insist he stay for lunch. “The good thing is Pan gets to come with Videl and me. Videl’s already planning places we can all go when my conferences end for each day.”

“Well, it’s sad Goku and I won’t watch Pan this time but I’m glad Pan gets to go with you.”

“Food!” Goten cheered as he and Trunks came downstairs.

“Do you want to stay for lunch, Trunks?” ChiChi asked the young man.

“No. I gotta get home. Before I go, I have to give you this.” Trunks handed ChiChi an envelope. “Mom wants you to have this.”

ChiChi opened the envelope. She read the contents. “Wow!”

Goku looked up from his food. “What is it?”

“It’s a free trip to those fancy island resorts Bulma talks about. All you can eat, lots of shopping and games. Oooo,” ChiChi pulled out a card. “According to this, there’s over 100,000 zeni on it. She’s giving me spending money? But we have money now.”

The money card was something Trunks added. Mr. Satan gave the Son Family enough money to live on. Trunks thought it was extra incentive if he gave them that card. “That’s a gift from the escort. Sometimes they give it to Mom to ensure she comes. She rather spend someone else’s money instead of her own.”

ChiChi frowned as she read more information. “We can only use this on the 17th and it’s only for two.”

“It’s for you and Goku,” Trunks explained.

ChiChi placed the contents back in the envelope and handed it back to Trunks. “We can’t use it.”

“Why not? My Mom wanted you to have it.”

“Gohan will be gone for the conference on the 16th-18th. This resort is a one-day pass on the 17th.” ChiChi growled irritated. “Why did Bulma give this to you when it’s going to expire in two days? If we had more time, perhaps we could’ve changed the date.”

Trunks saw ChiChi reaching for her cell phone. If she calls his Mom, his plan will blow up in his face. “It’s my fault!” Trunks blurted. “Mom gave this to me to give you a month ago but I forgot.” Not true. Trunks has been planning this months and always intercepted mail for his mother looking for free things like this. “Please,” he begged ChiChi. “Don’t tell her. She’ll get mad at me.”

ChiChi pulled back from her phone. “I won’t but Goku and I can’t use this unless we send Goten to spend the night with Grandpa and he’s getting older. It’ll be more like Goten watching him.”

“Why can’t I stay home by myself?” asked Goten. “I’m sixteen. I’m old enough to stay home alone for a night.”

“Goten,” ChiChi said kindly, “you’re sixteen but you’re not ready.”

“Why not?” Goten’s voice raised at the rejection. “I’m not a baby. I can be home by myself for one night. Gohan did it.”

“No one’s calling you a baby, Goten and it’s not fair to compare yourself to Gohan. Things were different then. You never had to be by yourself.”

“I know but I feel like you don’t trust me or you think I’m a baby. You and Dad have this great trip from Bulma and you won’t go because you think you have to take care of me.”

“Oh, Goten,” ChiChi put a hand on her chest. Was her decision so hurtful to Goten that he thought she didn’t trust him? “It’s not like that all. I never thought to make you think---”

“I know I never went through all the things Gohan did. Some of the stuff you still won’t tell me about but I can do this,” Goten insisted. “I can stay at home for one day. I can hunt fish. I know how to handle those salesmen calls and not answer the door to anyone.”

“All right,” ChiChi gave in. Maybe she was being too judgmental. “You’re right. You’re sixteen. You should do this. Your brother was playing superhero at your age. If I let him do that, I should be able to let you stay alone for one day.” ChiChi ruffled Goten’s shaggy hair. “Sometimes I see you as my sweet little baby but you’re growing up into a young man. I have to start letting you go.” ChiChi hugged Goten. “Can you forgive me for wanting to keep you as my baby a little longer?”

Goten wrapped his arms around ChiChi. Trunks grinned at him. It worked! “Sure, Mom.” Goten assured her but felt a lot of guilt for what he just did.

****

Gohan and his family left for his conference and Goku and ChiChi left for their trip as scheduled. Goten received calls from ChiChi and his Grandpa checking on him but Goten assured them everything was under control.

For a while, it was. Trunks had everything planned out and brought everything they needed. He brought a capsule jacuzzi, sound systems that will have music blaring for miles, games set up outside and lots of food. Trunks thought twenty of his friends from school will be enough but he shut down Goten’s idea of inviting his friends. Most of Goten’s friends came from Gyumao’s village and their parents knew Goku and ChiChi. It was that issue that prevented Trunks from letting Goten invite them.

“But they’re my friends,” Goten argued.

“Yeah, and their parents know yours and your Grandpa. It’s a good chance one will let it slip about the party and your family will find out. No,” Trunks shook his head adamant. “Only my friends can come.”

“But it’s my house,” Goten argued again. “And I don’t know your friends.”

“So, this can work, we need to invite people who have no ties to your family,” Trunks explained again. “I’ll introduce you to them. Trust me. They’re cool and the girls I have coming are hot and experience.”

Some of Trunks’ friends were cool and the girls he brought were beautiful. It was fun being around them that Goten thought Trunks was right about not inviting his friends. He was still having fun but after an hour, things went to great to spiraling out of control. More people showed up. Trunks’ friends invited friends of their own and brought amenities to liven up the party more: alcohol and drugs . What started as a group of twenty expanded to a group of nearly one hundred and they were all partying in or outside Goten’s home.

“I’m in so much trouble,” Goten murmured. Outside boys and girls were soaking or making out in the jacuzzi. Naked girls were being chased by half naked boys. There were groups of people drinking excessively. One drunken teen vomited in ChiChi’s garden.

And this was outside!

Inside was worse. The house was filled with teens dancing, eating and making out. There were a few broken glasses and dishes. Two end tables were broken because teens danced on it. The coffee table was broken because two muscle bound jocks broke it while celebrating an arm-wrestling victory. Upstairs was off limits but of course being teens, they didn’t listen. They broke through the locked doors for their own entertainment.

Goten was horrified to see groups of people in his parent’s bedroom have a blow job party. He told these strangers to stay downstairs but instead of listening, they broke in his parents’ bedroom and did things only his parents should do in here. Add on to the trust his mother had in him and knowing he broke and the party not turning out how he wanted, it angered Goten to the point he flared into Super Saiyan as he screamed.

“GET OUT!!!”

Goten was angry. He was angry at these people for disrespecting him in his home. He was angry he couldn’t invite his friends and he was angry at his best friend Trunk using him.

Girls sucking on their boyfriends pulled away stunned and frightened at the golden hair teen screaming. Boys pulled up their pants and girls scrambled to their feet as they rushed out to escape the gold menace.

Somewhere in the sea of people was Trunks. Goten promised to find him and tell his friend the party was over. Shockingly, Goten felt Trunks’ Ki in his bedroom. He pushed open the door and found Trunks kissing a girl besides his bed.

“Trunks, what are you doing in here?! You have a girl in my room before I got a girl in my room!”

Trunks broke away from the girl startled. “Goten! What the hell are you doing? Why did you turn into a Super Saiyan?”

“WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!”

“What’s a Super Saiyan?”

Trunks and Goten looked at the confused pink haired girl that had her tongue down Trunks’ throat moments ago. “Give us a minute.” The girl fixed her clothes, gave Trunks a kiss and flipped off Goten as she brushed past him. “I know it’s wrong to bring her in here but I’m your friend, so I thought it was cool.” Goten’s Ki spiked higher at the explanation. “Goten, could you calm down? I know there’s a lot of people and maybe it’s getting out of hand but we can fix this.”

The music that blared in and outside of the house since the party started. immediately stopped. It was followed by an angry voice that rocked Goten and Trunks to their core.

“OUT!! EVERYONE OUT!!! RIGHT NOW!!!”

“Oh, shit,” Trunks cursed.

Trunks and Goten could hear the sounds of multiple footsteps leaving his home and the sounds of capsules popping. From his window, Goten and Trunks saw many airships leaving at a frantic pace.

“GOTEN!!!!”

“Oh, shit,” Trunks cursed again.

Goten could feel sick to his stomach at that voice. It was over for him. He will die tonight. Why couldn’t evil Majin Boo come back or some other bad person willing to destroy the planet?

“Don’t make me come up there and get you, Goten!! Get….down…. here… NOW!!!”

Trunks wiped his forehead. He wasn’t called. He was spared.

“I know you’re up there, Trunks!! Get down here, too, and don’t you even think of escaping!”

“Dammit,” Trunks cursed again.

Goten and Trunks left the room. They slowly walked downstairs ready to die. With the house empty of people, it looked even worse. The sofa had stains of food, alcohol and cigarette marks. Trash littered the floor. There was a stench of smoke and weed in the room. The kitchen was a mess as it was stained with food. In the center stood Gohan, dressed casually, without his glasses, arms crossed and furious!

Goten witnessed anger from his brother a few times but he had never seen him this angry before. “Big brother, what are you doing here? How did you know?”

Gohan glared at Trunks. He knew he was the mastermind behind this. “You are definitely Bulma’s kid, Trunks. Your con job on Mom was so bad even Dad noticed.”

Goku? Trunks couldn’t believe that. “That’s impossible! Your Dad’s—"

“A lot smarter than you think and he’s known your Mom a lot longer than you. He’s seen this con job before and maybe if Goten didn’t display that temper tantrum he’s old enough to be in the house by himself, Mom would’ve noticed that, too.”

“If you knew about this, why didn’t you stop us?” Trunks asked. Instead of being scared, he was upset. “Did you set us up?”

Gohan wanted to laugh. Was Trunks trying to turn this on him? “I understand the need to have parties. I went to a few in college but I didn’t say anything because I thought you two would have it under control. My mistake in trusting you.”

Goten lowered his head ashamed. He never thought he would lose his brother’s trust.

Trunks admired Gohan but he didn’t like this scolding from him. “So, what are you gonna do?” he challenged, “Snitch on us?”

Gohan shook his head. Trunks didn’t behave like the Trunks he knew as a child. It was unfortunate. “I won’t. Mom deserves this break and I won’t have her crush to think she can’t trust her child. We’re gonna fix this.”

Gohan stepped away from them. He opened a drawer and pulled out ChiChi’s notepad and pen she used when making the grocery list. Goten and Trunks looked curious as Gohan wrote down what was broken in the kitchen. He went to the living room and made list there. Then he traveled to every room in the house writing more things down.

When he returned, Gohan had a list of two pages. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a capsule. He gave the list to Goten and the capsule to Trunks.

Trunks read the capsule model number. “This is one of our large airship capsules.”

“What do you want us to do?” Goten asked as he read the list. He was ready to do anything to earn his brother’s trust again. “You want us to go shopping for all this? What if they don’t have it?”

“There’s a storage warehouse in Satan City at 510 Western Ave. It has everything we need. There are duplicates of everything in our house. Every utensil, glass, dinnerplates. Even furniture. It’s all bought and paid for. Don’t worry about the sofa and futons. I broke that in so it doesn’t have a new furniture feel to it. Mom won’t know it’s been replaced. Just get it and get back here as soon as possible.”

“Hold on.” There’s a story behind this and Trunks wanted to know. “Why do you have duplicates of everything in a warehouse?”

“Dad still breaks stuff around the house. With all that money Mr. Satan gave us, Dad thought we should get duplicates of everything so Mom would stop getting angry every time he broke something.”

Goten did remember his Mom being a little frustrated at his Dad for breaking things but that hasn’t happened for….. “You mean this has been---”

“Going on for years,” Gohan finished. “Yes. You two need to get going. I’m gonna start cleaning up what I can.”

“Okay but Mom and Dad don’t need a new bed.” Goten pointed to the list. “It’s not broken.”

“I don’t know all of what went on in Mom and Dad’s room and my nose isn’t as strong as Dad’s but I know something went on in there that shouldn’t have. Dad’s nose will pick it up. You’re getting a new bed and futon.”

Goten agreed with his brother. He saw what went on and he will take that to his grave. “Dad suspects something but he doesn’t know about the party right, Gohan? You don’t have to tell him.”

Gohan wished that were true. “I don’t want to but I have to. Mom will want to leave first thing in the morning and I don’t think we’ll be finished covering this mess by then. Dad needs to know so he can stall Mom.”

Goten accepted that. As long as Mom didn’t know.

Gohan pointed to the door. “Get going. Mom and Dad will be back tomorrow. We don’t have a lot of time and I have to get back, too. Videl doesn’t know about this.” Gohan squeezed the bridge of his nose as he thought of how to resolve this. “When you two come back, you need to get rid of everything broken and clean this house top to bottom. Make sure the outside is taken care of, too. I’m not needed at tomorrow’s conference but I’ll let Videl think I’m going and come back here and make sure everything is in correct order.”

“I want to help,” Trunks started, “but I can’t. I have curfew in three hours. I broke it twice and Mom will ground me for the next month if I’m late again.”

“Then you better get as much done as you can before curfew,” Gohan warned as he approached Trunks. No way will this instigator get out of the mess he help create. “Tomorrow, you’re gonna come back here and help me and Goten clean this mess because if my Mom finds out, after my Mom and your Mom deals with you, you’re gonna have to deal with me. Understand?”

Trunks swallowed. When Gohan got mad, really mad, he was scary.

****

Goten and Trunks went to the warehouse and brought back everything on Gohan’s list. Trunks went home to meet curfew. This left Goten to spend the rest of the night tossing out the broken furniture and cleaning the house from top to bottom. Trunks returned early the next morning to help. Gohan arrived an hour after Trunks. He inspected in and outside the house for anything Goten (mostly) and Trunks missed in before giving his approval and leaving.

Trunks and Goten were in the kitchen eating when Goku and ChiChi teleported two hours later. Both were carrying bags of items from the resort. Goten could see stuffed toys for Pan in one bag. There was another bag filled with clothes and games that looked to be for him.

“Look at that, ChiChi. The house is in one piece.” Goku squeezed ChiChi lightly. “And you were worried.”

“I gladly admit to being wrong.” ChiChi looked around her kitchen inspecting everything with a sharp eye. She opened and closed the refrigerator, eyed Goten suspicious before stepping in the living where a lot of damage was done. ChiChi walked around before staring at the sofa, the end tables and coffee table that were replaced. Goten and Trunks exchanged nervous glances. Did they miss a spot? Did ChiChi notice something.

“Goten!”

Goten jumped! Did his mother know the furniture were replaced? Gohan inspected everything! He said everything was good.

ChiChi ran to Goten and threw her arms around him. “Oh, sweetheart. You cleaned the house and shopped for food.”

Goten laughed nervously. She didn’t notice. He wasn’t going to die today. “I wanted to surprise you. I felt bad about my temper tantrum and---”

“Ohh!” ChiChi kissed his cheek. “Oh, you’re such a sweet child.”

“He’s a good kid,” Goku ruffled Goten’s hair. “With a lot of energy. Gohan’s getting so much busier now with his work and family he can’t spar with me as much anymore.” He lightly jabbed Goten’s face. “You’re getting older and slacking off a bit. I think we need to increase our training.” Goku grinned at Goten. “First thing in the morning and after your school lessons are done, we’re gonna train and we’re going to train harder than before.” He jabbed Goten’s face again. “And don’t think I will go easy on you because you’re my son. I know you don’t want that.”

More training and even harder? They already train four days out of the week. Goten loved it when he was kid but getting older and discovering girls, Goten wasn’t interested in fighting like he used to be. He looked at his mother to bail him out. “Mom?”

“Oh, I know you can handle it, Goten. You don’t have to ask for my permission. You’ve balanced school and training with your father and you haven’t fallen behind.” ChiChi grabbed a couple bags. “I’m gonna unpack and wrap these gifts for Pan. I can’t wait to show these to her.”

This left Goku, Goten and Trunks in the room. Trunks looked at father and son. Goten looked frightened at his Dad’s scary smile. He didn’t know what will happen but Trunks knew he should leave. This was Goten’s problem. Not his. “Well, I’m gonna go home. Nice to see you again, Goku.”

“Bye, Trunks,” Goku kept his eyes on Goten. “Say hey to Vegeta. I haven’t seen him in while but I talked to him this morning. He’s waiting for you.”

“Shit,” Trunks banged his head against the door. He was a dead man. If Goten’s father was going to increase their training, he could only imagine what his Dad will do to him.

And then there were two. Goten kept his head bowed. He knew his father wasn’t the yelling type but he felt something was coming.

“Shall we go?” Goku asked. “Might as well get started.”

Goten saw his father walking towards the door. Was this it? Was his Dad not going to acknowledge what he did? He knew Mom handles the punishment but this time with Mom not knowing, Goten expected something from his Dad. “Dad, aren’t you mad?”

“The house is still here and your Mom’s happy. So, no.” He opened the door. “Let’s go.”

Goten followed his Dad outside. He didn’t understand. The house was a wreck because of his party. He should be punished. “Didn’t Gohan tell you what happened?”

“He did.”

And he still wasn’t mad?

“Listen, Goten. You know I’m not the yelling parent. I trust my kids to do the right thing and when they do wrong, I trust them to fix it. Gohan told me how ashamed you were last night. When he came by this morning, everything was spotless. The house was cleaner than it was when we left.” He put an arm around Goten. “You really felt bad for that party and what happened to the house.”

“Yeah,” Goten nodded. “I didn’t want to do it but Trunks convinced me and….” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Trunks is my best friend but I shouldn’t listen to him all the time.”

“That’s true,” Goku agreed. It was something he and ChiChi knew for a while. Goku was glad Goten was starting to see that.

“I’m really sorry, Dad.” Goten never wanted last night to happen again. “I let you and Mom down.”

“Nah. You didn’t let us down. You proved to us we did pretty good as parents. You saw you made a mistake and tried to correct it. You didn’t try to get away with it. So, I’m happy.” He winked at Goten. “It’ll be our little secret from Mom.”

Goten hugged his father. “Thanks, Dad.” His mother’s love and father’s approval meant a lot to Goten. He had that, risked losing it last night and vowed to never let that happen again.

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 4 years ago

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Please answer all the questions that end with 2! I'll pay ya in good vibes 🤗

Oof okay 😂 here it goes

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Definitely shy

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Oooo Show yourself from Frozen 2, ex-Wives from Six!, The archer by Taylor Swift, Born this way by Lady Gaga, truth hurts by Lizzo

22. Where would you like to travel?

Ooo a lot of places! I really want to go to Italy and some states in America (*cough*disneyworld*cough*) and I’d love to see more parts of Europe in general

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

I think we all know 👀 Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

My anxiety is or has been bad. I shut myself off and become really nervous even around people I trust or the alternative is I’m mad about soemthing

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

Everything

Um probably my weight cause I’ve never been happy with it and I feel like it makes me look unattractive

62. Been arrested? For what?

Nope never 😇

72. What colour are your towels?

Purple and Blue 💜💙

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

It depends on the heat when I’m sleeping but usually it’s a memory foam pillow and a love heart shaped pillow for my neck

82. Favourite movie?

Outside of the MCU - back to the future

92. In a fight with someone?

Nope 😇😂 (at least I hope not)

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Not really. I’ve learned from mistakes and grown better because of them.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My mum and my Nan after my dog died

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Probably @thinkoutsidethebex or @eeyore101247 because I tell them pretty much everything

142. Favourite month?

September because it’s the start of fall but I also like August cause it’s my birthday 😂💕

Send me asks

#asks #b💕#me

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luvdsc · 4 years ago

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hi there!! its been such a long time since i’ve sent in an ask, but exams have finally finished and im freeeeeee 🥳 im also sorta taking a social media break rn, but since its been so long since my last ask, i thought id just pop in and see how you’re going 🌸 how are you?? how’s work been?? how did your peanut butter cookies turn out?? im sure they were great!! 🍪 been baking anymore goodies recently?? (1/5)

i haven’t exactly started on my baking spree, so far I’ve been binge watching all the dramas i couldn’t watch during the semester and just basically sleeping ahaha 😅 if i do finally get round to baking that lemon loaf ill let you know how it goes!! 🍋 ooh my parents love fruitcake too, so i might start baking that before the other stuff ~ ive also gotten into making shortbread this year, so i might make them too, although sugar cookies do sound wonderful 🌹(2/5)

if you have a favourite recipe for them that you don’t mind sharing, please drop it 🙏🏻 and super late buuuut, i dont really celebrate halloween, but i did heavily consider getting a small pumpkin just to place in the house as a cute deco 🌼 also rather late, but how do you find the album for part 2?? and what’s your fav song?? 🍁 (3/5)

(i’m going to answer your 4th ask separately for tagging purposes 💞)

i hope you’re doing fantastic and looking after yourself, and the hols are coming soon too!! christmas is almost here ~~ 🎄 do you have any plans for this week? im probably going to continue my extremely unhealthy cycle of bingewatching shows, eating and sleeping hahaha, but at least i have time to chill a bit after this year :)) sending you loads of love and hugs 💞💞💞 - ✨ (5/5)

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omg hi, honey bee!! 💓 it’s so good to hear from you again 🌷 and congratulations on finishing your exams!!!! 🥳🥳 are you on winter break right now? ah yeah, i get that, i’m basically off of social media during the weekdays, and it’s very nice actually, but i miss seeing memes daily 🤧 thank you for taking the time to check in with me, lovebug 💗 i’m doing good! work has lightened up a bit since clients usually slow down during the holidays, so that means we also get to take a little breather too :’) and my cookies came out really well, thank you for asking! 💝 my parents both loved them 🥰 and i baked baklava earlier this week!! it came out nicely, so i was very happy :’) how have you been, sweetpea? 💞

ooo were you able to finish any of your dramas, honey bee? which ones are your favorite? 💘 and aaaa i’m so jealous!!! i wish i could sleep in now, too 😭 i’m counting down the days until christmas break, so i can catch up on sleep for 1 1/2 glorious weeks ✨ omg yes, pls keep me posted on all of your baking adventures!! 💕 i would love to know how your lemon loaf and/or fruitcake turns out if you do make them, sweetpea!! 💖 oooo shortbread sounds amazing :o perhaps, i’ll have to bake that someday too 🤔

i use this old mrs. fields’ recipe book we have at home for all my cookies!! 🍪 so unfortunately, i don’t have a link to that, but i think this one is it? i’d have to double check with the book later! 💜 pumpkins are so cute!!! i used to always have one outside of my suite with my roomies at uni every year :’) the pt 2 album is really good 🤩🤩 i looove love work it and i.o.u, and i’m disappointed, but not surprised that winwin has like half a line, but what’s new ): also yuta is really coming for me in this album, like i bet he sensed that i dropped him as my ideal type this year rip but i’m going back to him because of the social distancing and my extroverted self is suffering askjdhfadskjf what about you, sweetpea? what do you think of the album? which songs are your favorite? 💚

and thank you sooo so so much, angel 🥺💟💟 i hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself and staying safe 🌸 and yesss, the holidays are coming up soon!!! 🥳 i still have to buy some presents omg and i wanna send out holiday letters to all my friends, too, so gotta get started 🤧 my plans for the week are just sleep, work, play with my sister’s cat, exercise, repeat :’) that sounds like a great cycle askldjfhaksjdl it’s self care!!! 💓💓 gotta relax and recuperate from all the work and stress! and thank you so much, honey bee, i’m sending you back even more love and hugs 💌💌💌

#asks #anonymous #✨ anon

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merrysithmas · 5 years ago

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some POPPER-centric hcs:

Boris and Theo celebrating Popper's birthday together for two years, waking up at two in the afternoon, blinds drawn tight - but not tight enough to banish the bright gleam of treasure chest gold that flares through the slits between them, 777 Vegas coin yellow, graffitiing malleable stripes of desert sun across the walls and crumpled sheets. Theo peeking a tired eye over the coverlet from under Boris' arm, little Popper’s big cookie-round ink eyes already awake and staring at him, tail wagging bashfully against the sheets in the silence.

Boris, who was snoring just a moment ago, starts up, suddenly, electrified, hollering a gasping realization that sounds something like, “Moy malchik!” The sound pops a breaker in Theo’s brain, letting loose a migraine from last night's bender, which is evidenced by the toppled pill bottles (Xandra's), the semi-collapsed beer cans and the vague memory of Boris' stoned over-confidence ("Potter! Look - against my head - watch - I bet I can - like the movies!"), and the ultimately ignorable ache of his hamstrings.

At Boris' startling exclamation Popper lets loose an exuberant tirade of ungodly shrieking, like set off by the crack of a gun at race he was raring for, immediately licking Boris' morning-slick skin, teenaged greasy and gross, and Boris is laughing so loud that the walls almost shake, as they are so regularly starved and thin of joy. And Theo sits up, wincing (that phantom ache again, inadmissible memories) and leans on his elbow, reaching out to pat the wild little thing who quickly turns on him, "Ok - Happy birthday! Happy birthday!"

II.

Boris and Theo washing Popper in the sink - he reeks. Sickly sweet rotten fruit-smell compounded with the wet mildewy stench of old laundry, distinctly intermixed with the odor of shit. Popper’s yelping echoes through the kitchen like an antique car horn, petrified, claws rigid on the edge of the sink, braced for continued frantic attempts to flee his sudsy prison and energized with bouts of fervor not entirely unlike a demonic possession. The one overhead light fixed accusatorily above the kitchen sink makes the whole set up look like an interrogation room - worlds away from the girly relaxing grooming videos they found on Youtube.

“Potter! Not this way!" Boris screeches - voice cracking like it has been lately - exacerbated in its rawness by the cheap, caustic brand of cigarettes he smokes. Lately they’ve been meeting the parched maw of his chapped lips like a consecutive line of ants, one after the other, his fingernails yellowing. Popper shakes violently, way before Theo is ready and can throw the ratty towel across his drenched body, whirling like a windmill, fur centripetal and spiralling, soaking their filthy t-shirts flat onto their bony bruised limbs.

“Oh, Popper," Boris outright coos, followed by a placating barrage of what is unmistakably a grandmotherly coddle of (likely) Polish. "You look just like Potter!" he declares, finally discarding his ciagrette, which dims in the puddle on the counter as it sucks up water. Theo grabs it as it does, revives it, takes a long, charring drag of nicotine and tar. His eyes narrow behind his glasses, observing the drowned-rat Maltese, frigid and shaking to its bones, and completely hates how Popper's forlorn appearance quite accurately recalls his own reflecton, just in from the pool, hair flat to his head, eyes big and, somehow always, helpless.

III.

Boris and Theo say goodbye to Popper when he is fifteen. Congestive heart failure - a diagnosis so deleterious and uncomfortably human Theo finds it hard to believe when the middle-aged vet ("Dr Janet", purple earrings, thick rectangular glasses - incense burning, loose leaf tea drinking, National Park lover) breaks it to him. She seems to understand the frozen bones in his shoulders and his unexpected quietness better than he does, leaving the room before he notices she’s gone.

Even in the darkest edges of his flayed existentialisms Theo never found room for dogs. Dogs, he supposes for the first time, in an achingly unfair realization, with their bright renewable resource of happiness (which they often give freely even to the undesevering, or unknowning, or unappreciative) are immune to such nihilistic musings. Popper stares at him from the table, ragged and old, too heavy in the middle and too thin on the edges, breathing all wrong. How did - all that time pass?

Boris, on video-chat in Kyyiv, up to no nefarious deed (he insists) is the one, for once, startled by Theo’s harsh red eyes, like he's been doping too much again, but there’s no dope - just a clinical setting and a hard shuddering breathing, from somewhere offscreen, quiet like it’s coming from a baby in crib.

Boris, like a knitted sweater, so often and inevitably pulled in many different directions until he disappears, seems to swat away half a dozen Non-English speaking acquaintances before the line goes quiet on his end and Theo can actually explain what is going on. The way he touches the screen on the video chat with his fingertips when Theo presents it to Popper (“Let me see him please,” Boris had asked, with no hidden heartbreak) makes Theo’s chest crush inward like the emotional equivalent of the impact of a car accident.

Boris says no at first, when Theo makes the suggestion, no let him go when he's supposed to, not yet, then: let me see him first, and makes it all the way to JFK before his phone rings. He doesn't answer, won't, but when he walks in the jingling door from the merciless city rain, the black tails of his coat dragging water, all sharp angles and dark shadows, he already knows.

“He couldn’t wait anymore,” Theo says. And when he meets Theo’s cherry red eyes, Boris doesn’t yell, or get angry - he cries. Right there in the lobby - he cries. Hands shielding his eyes, like a boy cowering beneath the shade of an umbrella.

IV.

Later they bump coke in the bathroom of Gramercy Tavern, shitfaced at the table, “Remember when he ate Xandra’s G-string?” Theo says so loudly it rings across the room like a papal blessing.

“Aha! Yes! So sneaky. Little pervert! Gets that from you! And the time he shit in the grocery store? Aisle 12?”

The memories pour out: “His fucking pink collar with the bell on it.” “How he howl like - ooo ooo oooo! So annoying! Always in the morning! Yes, Popchyk! I’m coming!” “Oh when we caught him fucking The Playa’s chihuahua?” “да, I told him he could do better! He was nice boy she was not so nice. Still, he got more ass than either one of us,” Boris says fondly, proudly, and clinks his shotglass to Theo for what seems like the hundreth time.

“Something deeply not right about catching a Maltese in the throes of passion,” Theo says, blinking long-disturbed eyes behind the dewy lenses of his glasses. Boris seems to agree, with a noncomittal grunt, and puts a heavy, vice-like grip onto Theo’s shoulder, shaking him until he looks up.

“Like a teddy bear getting a blowjob,” he says, and Theo laughs a half-choked laugh. They’re both crying. They’re both fucking crying.

“To Popchyk née Popper, G-string sniffer, pillow hat, accomplished singer,” Theo sniffs, sitting up straightly from his messy, hunched position over the table, head back against the booth. Boris meets his eyes, they’re both such a fucking mess. “And friend.”

“Vichnaya pamyat,” Boris says formally, in response. Theo smashes his glass, agreeing.

“Eternal memory.”

“Open any one! Any one you want!” Boris crows happily, the tip of his nose red like he’s been outside in the cold but he hasn’t, not for hours, and the sloshing bottle of Christmas cheer which is sitting (carelessly, without a coaster, Theo notices with disdain) on the mahogany side table is nearly empty at only half past noon. “Oh! My big mistake!” Boris makes a big show of putting his hand to his chest in guilt, elevating the bottle and placing it on top of a book instead. “блядь,” he scoffs.

“I know what ‘bitch’ in Russian is,” Theo answers, wrapped warmly in a woolen Burberry pullover, burgundy, with the festive forest green cuffs of his starched button up curling around the ends of his sleeves. Snow is falling outside like white wafting butterflies, the stone Antwerp architecture nestled under frost, Tchaikovsky on the speakers hooked up to Boris’ sentimental iPhone.

“I know!” Boris says cheerily, gesturing towards the presents beneath the tree with a sweeping, encouraging hand. “Any one!”

Theo rolls his eyes, but as they land on the smattering of gifts wrapped festively on the dark hardwood floor his mood lifts. Picking up a small one, dark matte navy blue with a silver ribbon Boris exclaims offendedly -

“No! Any one!” he repeats, taking the blue one out of Theo’s hands and replacing it with a rather less elegant medium-sized red box, bundled together with a haphazard green string. “This one!”

The oddly-weighted box quivers in his grip, a strange feeling which sends an unexpected thrill of fear through Theo, “What is this.”

“Open!” Boris goads. “Just look!” he seems pleased with himself, taking another long hit off the joint that is smoking in the ash tray and then rubbing his palms together and leaning forward over his knees, eagerly like a kid.

The box is easy to open, just a cover over a base, which Theo lifts to reveal the small fuzzy face of a tiny, tiny round dog, so extremely gay, circular in the face like a teddy bear, pawing at the side of the box.

“You like her?” Boris asks with the trepidation of new fallen snow, peering over Theo’s shoulder.

The puppy stares at him, unblinking and cherubic, and softly licks Theo’s nose. It happily lets out the shrillest bark from its tiny lungs, a sound so high-pitched it makes the bells on the tree tingle in the vaguest memory of tinnitus.

“Ah, бубенчик Popchykova!” Boris laughs.

Theo hoists the little thing up, blinking tree lights ensconsing the ball of its fuzz, an ornament-shape itself - the puppy wriggles disorganized limbs in midair, pawing innocently for warmth and closeness. Somehow smaller, more effeminate, and more annoying than his last dog. He loves her already. Round cookie-shaped eyes and a bark that splits his skull. And the name?

It fits.

#the goldfinch #boreo #popchyk borysovych decker pavlikovsky #i have a lot of feelings abt popper ok

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