#the first reaction was a mix of happiness and bitterness

[visionsofsweettea]

IF YOU SEE ME CELEBRATING ABOUT HIM ATTENDING ONE OF HIS FAVOURITE ARTISTS' SHOW, IT'S TRUE, THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING RIGHT NOW, I CAN'T LIE.

It's killing me to see that he tried to hide as much as possible, I feel embarrassed. Beside it we still hoped to see him there, WE WON BUT AT WHAT COST?

Of course it's content and I can't deny it, surely encounters like this with nice fans, would cheer him up and have more fun!

[sttoru]

toji never celebrates his birthday and thus learned to treat it as any other regular day. well, until you came into the picture and did the unexpected.

☀︎｜tags. dom!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut mixed with fluff & sprinkle of angst. implied age gap (reader early 20’s, toji late 20’s /early 30’s) implied size difference, p in v -> unprotected, cowgirl position, toji actually being a soft dom kinda, praise mixed with tiny bit of degradation, slight corruption kink, dirty talk / teasing, biting, creampie, reader gets called ‘princess, little girl \\ pretty, innocent, small'. not beta read. happy bday hubby!

“i told ya �� fuck jus’ like that — not to buy or do anythin’ for me on m’birthday.” toji’s head lolls back against the pillow while his rough palms explore every inch of your gorgeous body. the word ‘birthday’ rolls off his tongue in a bitter manner. the assassin never celebrates that dreadful day, as he calls it.

he’s never found it to be worth remembering. his family couldn’t care less about that day when he was a child, so why would he?

but, that changed when you came into his life. toji flinched when he heard a loud ‘pop!’ sound upon opening the front door to his apartment. he was used to those noises being one of danger and thus swiftly reached for the spare weapon in his pocket. . . only to notice you standing behind the door with a party popper and a homemade cake.

the older man froze in place for a good few seconds, though was quick to realise the situation and relax. after the initial shock died down, you excitedly dragged him off to the living room to show him the presents you bought.

toji's first reflex was to scold you for spending money on him. he had never gotten anything for his birthday—it was weird to finally receive something from someone who actually cares for him. it somehow made him feel guilty as well. was he worth spending money on?

toji’s impressed reactions when unwrapping the presents showed you exactly how foreign the moment was to him: he’s never opened any gifts before. that much was even more evident after witnessing his inexperience in peeling off the tape from the boxes.

eventually, after opening around seven gifts, toji got to unwrap his final present. the present which was you.

the way you innocently yet seductively whispered words of affection in his ears made his mind go blank. even if it were simple ‘i love you’s and ‘happy birthday’ wishes. the red dress you had on and how your figure looked in it made everything ten times more sexual to the assassin. anything after that was a complete blur. his body moved on its own and yours followed right after until you finally landed on top of him — riding him.

toji’s half-lidded eyes couldn’t get enough of the sight he's witnessing. maybe his birthday wasn't such a bad day after all; the loving memories you're currently creating would surely outbalance the negative ones.

you shake your head at toji’s earlier sentence and tighten your grip on his shoulders, nails lightly digging into his skin and leaving faint red marks. you almost can’t talk due to the overexertion—your hips continuously rising and falling back down for the sake of your lover, “i- mph, wanted to get you all those things. you deserve them, toji.”

the view of your small body trying its hardest to not give in to its need of an orgasm made the assassin dizzy. his large hands settle on your waist and his eyes watch your every move from behind his black bangs. toji silently hisses as he feels your tight cunt clenching around him, “. . . f-shit. easy there.”

your pretty face is his weakness. especially when your usual innocent look gets replaced by one filled with carnal desire. toji can easily get off to the idea of him having that effect on you—his words, body, looks and actions that corrupted your every being in intimate moments like these.

“such a sweet thing,” the dark-haired man coos, brushing the stray locks of hair away from your face with his index finger. his other hand rubs up and down your inner thigh, each time getting dangerously closer to your clit, though never getting a single touch in. the scarred corner of his lips twitch in an amused grin at your whines, “oh? want me to touch you there, princess? that what ya want?”

you nod without a second thought. you were trying your best to hold out for as long as your body allowed it — desperately wanting to reach your climax at the same time toji was going to — but the idea seems impossible the longer this continued.

your boyfriend grins smugly, raising his eyebrows before entirely removing his hands from your body. his arms rest behind his head as he reverts to simply enjoying the view of you riding him so well. toji can never not be mean to you. your little pouts only drive him to tease you more and more, “hm, well, ya see - i thought you were gonna spoil me today, not the other way around.”

“t-toji! tha's mean. . .” you huff, bottom lip trembling. your arms circle his neck and your upper body leans forward to rest against his chiseled chest. you stop your hip thrusts and instead grind against his pelvis, trying to stimulate your clit on your own.

toji clicks his tongue, but figured it was best to leave you be. he didn't want to be too rough on you today - you had been nothing but sweet to him the entire night. you had blessed him with his first, proper birthday experience as well.

“aww, my little girl ‘s pouting,” the older man snickers and his hands return to their place. he allows you to grind against him, the sensations being amazing for him as well. the tip of his cock almost reaches your cervix from the current angle and your bodily fluids smear all over his thighs and lower abdomen, “shh shh, ‘tis alright.”

your needy whines and moans are music to his ears. toji rubs your lower back and pats your ass every now and then, squeezing the soft flesh gently just to hear another whimper spill from your lips. there was no way you could hold back now. especially when your bodies were rubbing together and you could feel toji’s defined abs and hardened muscles underneath you.

“toji - nngh - can i? wan' — wanna cum.” your small hands tighten their grip around his broad shoulders. you earn a low, breathy chuckle from your lover. the increasing sensations in his lower stomach were an indication to how close he was to his orgasm as well. he wasn’t going to deny you any further.

toji sighs in content and presses a soft kiss to your temple, thumb rubbing your cheek gently. it was a rare occurence to see that vulnerable and affectionate look in his piercing green eyes. the little smile plastered on his face only added to the soft and intimate atmosphere.

. . . well, toji wouldn’t be toji if he wasn’t going to add catch you off guard in any way or form. your eyes widen and your body jolts forward as he suddenly starts putting work in—his hips ramming into yours from below, the skin-to-skin sounds resonating throughout the room once again. it was like the wind got knocked out of you for a good second, “fuck! w-wait, toji! tojitojitoji!”

the older man holds tightly onto you — cradling you in his arms as he lightly lifts your hips to have free reign over the pace and movements of your two bodies — thrusting up into you over and over. he lets out a series of small, silent groans as he feels his climax nearing;

“shit, yeah - ‘m gonna stuff this pussy of y’rs full, princess.” toji's callused fingers curl around your hip bones, using them as leverage to increase the intensity of his thrusts, “think you can take it all?”

you mewl and nod again and again. you’re on the brink of tears when the waves of pleasure reach their peak. your eyes roll back and your body convulses, legs shaking and squirming during those few seconds of pure bliss. your adorable babble in the form of toji’s name was all your lover needed to push him over the edge—

“fuck. ‘m gonna cum,” toji groans and firmly bites your shoulder to hold back any more noises when he finally decided to let go. a choked sob leaves your lips the instant you feel the hot spurts of cum seeping into your senstive cunt. the older man continues to thrust in and out sloppily, riding out his orgasm and fucking his cum deeper into you at the same time, “so good — i love you s’much.”

you smile exhaustedly at the love confession from your boyfriend. toji’s grip on you loosens up after he completely emptied his balls deep inside your cunt, his jaw finally unclenching. he plants a few wet kisses along the bite marks on your shoulder in attempt to soothe the pain.

you catch your breath as you rest on top of toji's body. he didn't put the slightest effort into pulling out of you — even as a tiny puddle of your mixed juices stains his skin.

“i love you too, toji,” you reply and earn another lazy kiss to your forehead. he rubs the back of your head and massages your plush thighs in a tender manner. nothing could make this moment even more perfect, you thought to yourself.

you smile as you pull your head back to look into toji’s eyes. he was already looking at you — admiring your gorgeous looks as you basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. you capture his lips in a delicate kiss, “happy birthday.”

[acid-ixx]

Wouldn’t it be funny if Reader shows just a tiny amount of happiness to any one of the batfam, and the next thing you know they try their best to make Reader to do it again.

Example:

Dick:Makes a silly joke

Reader: Actually smiles and laughs at it

Dick: gloats about it to the fam

The BatFam: practically on all fours chasing after Reader to try and make them laugh

Don’t stress out with your writings (btw love your ‘again & again’ series❤️)

Take your time and don’t forget to drink water🫶🫶🫶

laughter is the best medicine

ft. yan! dick grayson, jason todd, and damian wayne

— masterlist !

more beneath the cut ! fluff ? with a mix of yandereness is my thing hehe. i love this ask sm <3 you guys are being fed well today !!!

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

ugh they're the definition of giving someone an inch and they'll be taking a mile. it would especially be annoying if it were dick on the receiving end of the line. but even if he'd be the one you'd take most precaution to, don't underestimate just how much your opinion holds the most value in the family. so they'll most definitely gloat about their achievement of making you smile or hell, even leaning against their shoulder willingly calls for a celebration.

trust me when i say that living in a stuffy manor already sucks, and they don't exactly like seeing you sulk and merely rot in your bed all day. so like any loving family would do, they'll try their damn best to at least see a quirk of your mouth or that faint glimmer in your that dick oh-so enchantingly talk about.

so it comes to them in the form of a surprise that one day, when your oldest brother accidentally trips over one of your expensive novelty ballpen, instead of nearly shouting at him for breaking one of your favorites, it was the "oomph!" sound his throat makes and his wide eyes when his ass directly landed on the floor that makes you crack into small giggles.

if it weren't for his enhanced hearing, dick would've crossed out your laughter as a hallucination, a product of imagination, something entirely impossible to produce, but no.

he had proven himself wrong.

once he turns back at you, he sees the crinkle of your eyes and your palm trying to cover your shit eating grin. the plump of your cheeks are so accentuated that he forgets the initial embarrassment he feels in the first place, replaced with awe at just how artfully captivating his sibling looks; sitting by

it's like a painting, he wishes it was. he wishes tim would be quick enough to capture the succession of your smiles in the live camera feed.

all because he couldn't believe it. couldn't believe that his baby bird is laughing. they're laughing and they look so mirthful and full of life when doing so.

yes, you're laughing at him, at his stupidity for being unable to detect a mere ballpen despite being trained to locate every known obstacle in a field.

but fuck, he was already raised at a circus to fulfill the role of an acrobat who entertains the crowd. what more could it be if that means he could play the role of a clown for you, his baby bird worth more than a thousand lives, whose laughter is equivalent to the immense euphoria that is filling his entire being?

give him an inch and he'll take an entire mile.

the next day, you'd be greeted with... a lot of peculiar instances within your family. all of which you would laugh at because it's not typical that your family displays mistakes, and you feel a bit better about yourself when their imperfections seem to seep out of their being— or maybe it's just your thoughts eating you up again, because is it just you or did jason, tim, and even damian, manage to at least trigger a reaction out of you?

tim would accidentally end up drinking orange juice right after brushing his teeth. his cringing expression, choked gargling and immense spitting is enough to guarantee a light chuckle from your seated form as you ate your cereal in peace, watching him as he tries to rid of the bitter taste on his tongue. although, bitter as it may, the sweetness and the aching of his tooth overpowers the regret he fills for gulping an entire bottle of orange juice down his throat.

he's so glad that he had set up multiple cameras and recorders at different angles prior to your time spent with him because he just couldn't stop watching your reaction in loop whilst he tried to continue his investigations within gotham's latest crime news. yet no matter how hard he attempts to control himself, his eyes couldn't stop looming over to your form, finding your reaction too incredibly cute to be ignored. yeah, he'll do his duties later. for now, he just needs to... screenshot every single frame of your expressions.

jason isn't much of a joker but when reading you one of your favorite stories, he had managed to mispronounce one of the words so badly that it ruined the narrative of the classical book he was voice acting for you. it was a stupid thing to laugh at, but for a guy like jason, who was an english nerd in his very prime, it would be hilarious— especially when his gothamite accent seeps into his vocabulary; which is very unbefitting for the voice of a character who was a princess that loves to wear frilly, pink dresses.

imagine a man, with a growl that vibrates through his skull, and muscles that bulge through his shirt, voices a princess of all people! his high pitched register for the character was already grating to your ears, but the sudden shift from an airy and girlish to deep and gruff with an added effect of a voice crack at the word "cake" was enough to let you burst out into laughs, your giggles echoing through the comfortable silence of the manor's library. for the first time in a while, you let jason wrap his arms around your shoulder, asking for your input about his tremendous acting skills.

jason never had many moments to cherish within the manor, preferring to stay over and outside of bruce's radar, but god does he love going through the batcave's live feed just to zoom in on your expressions, the grin on your face heavily reminds him of himself, back when he was the oblivious robin with no idea of what was coming to him. yet only now, he swears to protect your smile from never faltering.

damian takes his artistry skills seriously, constantly making a show of bragging to you whenever he has the opportunity to. but this time, he was incredibly pissed at drake for accidentally squeezing all the paint from the tube of oil paints he had stored by the drawers, and it was a shade closest to your skin tone, too; he meant to use that tube of paint for his next portrait of you. so like the petty child he is, damian sets on an hour long routine of drawing tim with monstrous features that screams the opposite of what he sports.

that means he had drawn multiple variants of tim with a hideous, actual bowl cut one. no seriously, his hair was a bowl and the strands that peeked out of it were spaghetti strands. in another drawing, his red robin outfit consists of plucked feathers and an elongated beak for its mask, what seems to be the pocket for the eyes now replaced with cat-like slits that makes the vigilantes expression looker idiotic and downright stupid. yet it felt therapeutic for damian to draw that his brother with what he felt was enough revenge to exact upon drake. that scum deserved a horrendously made portrait of him.

what he didn't expect was that you had stumbled upon his atelier, wanting to cure your boredom by painting a scenery when all of a sudden you had to drop all your equipment from your hands because... what the fuck was damian painting...? why is tim crawling across the floor in one of the portraits...? it takes a second or two for you to register the drawing's very detailed portrayal of a literal bowl cut, your laughter bursting out of the seams because no fucking way did damian actually draw something so hilarious and unserious. if you were anybody else, damian would've kicked your shins so violently you would've required a visit to the hospital. but because it's you... he chooses to sulk in the corner with puffed cheeks and burning ears as you approach the painting with said curiosity of a child and a laughter you can't stifle so easily.

at least it got you to stay in the same room as him for about an hour, with you giving your youngest brother more ideas to make the drawings even more unsettling than they already were, to which damian takes your tips to heart.

after you had eagerly (and shyly) showed the entire family you and damian's shared creation of a monstrosity, tim swears he'll never squeeze a tube of damian's paint anymore.

[wreckedandpolemic]

6,98,99. Sorry for the multiple numbers, they just work so well together.

Also love your work!💜

my kink is karma - matty healy

(mdni) in which your ex wants to give you a birthday treat. too bad for your boyfriend. 2099 words.

warnings: cheating, semi-public sex, daddy kink

Firstly, you’d like to say that you’re not a spiteful person, thank you very much. But fuck if it doesn’t feel good to run into your ex drinking alone while celebrating your birthday with your friends and your shiny, new boyfriend. Matty salutes you with his glass when you spot him, and you ignore him pointedly. He won’t fucking leave it alone, though — that’s always been his problem.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world, she walks into mine,” says Matty, low in your ear as you go to order yourself another drink at the bar. You hope he doesn’t notice the shudder that runs through you at the sound of his voice. “Whatever she’s having on my tab, yeah?” he adds smoothly, and you roll your eyes. 

“Oh, well, in that case, I’ll have a bottle of the most expensive champagne you’ve got,” you grin. What? He’s got the money for it, and you aren’t going to turn down a free drink on your birthday, of all days. Matty shrugs when the bartender looks at him to confirm, and she hands you the bottle in a cooler.

You turn to leave, go back to your friends, but Matty takes hold of your wrist, gentle enough that you could break out of it. Something stops you, though. “Happy birthday,” he mutters. “Thought about callin’, but…” he blows out a breath. “The way we left things, I didn’t know if you’d wanna hear from me.”

Feigning casualness, you shrug, pretending like the reminder of your heart-wrenching breakup doesn’t tear at you all over again. “Yeah… Well, you’re here now,” you say matter-of-factly. “How’ve you been?” you ask, despite knowing the answer. Over the last six months, you’ve taken some kind of twisted pleasure in keeping tabs on him, in watching his life fall apart.

The two of you split in April, leaving you forced to move out of the apartment you loved that was in his name, nine days after you’d paid your half of the rent. June, he got arrested in a drunken bar fight; July crashed his car, the car he loved more than almost anything, leaving it completely written off; August, the girl he’d been seeing since suspiciously soon after your breakup left him with no warning. Meanwhile, you’ve had a promotion, gotten into the perfect relationship and everything is falling neatly into place.

Your reaction to him being around is involuntary, you tell yourself, fucking Pavlovian. You were together for three fucking years, of course your body still responds to him. It’s still learning what it’s like to live without him. Matty sighs, and you jolt out of your reverie as you remember you asked him a question. “Not great,” he admits. “Drinkin’ alone on a Friday night not tip you off?” he says, bitterness tracing his tone. “And yourself?”

“Oh, I’ve been great,” you say blithely. “I’m making great money, I’m in love, properly this time,” you can’t resist adding. “And you just bought me a bottle of champagne and told me everything sucks for you! What more could a girl want on her birthday?”

Matty scoffs. “You’re still the same,” he says coolly. “Bratty when you’re not getting fucked right, huh?” he adds, your stomach swooping at his words.

You don’t know what makes you admit it, some heady combination of mixed drinks and Matty’s presence for the first time in months overcoming all sense, but you murmur, “M’not. He’s not as good as you. S’the only thing I miss.” You try to weaken the admission.

Matty’s eyes light up, and you groan internally. “Is that so?” His grip tightens on your wrist and you stumble towards him when he tugs on it, a sickening pulse of arousal dripping down your spine. “Got everything you want, huh? Even down to your perfect little boyfriend. But you think about me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?” he breathes, something hard and dangerous in his tone, your heart thudding traitorously as he leans closer. 

“I… That’s not true.” you say, but the wavering of your voice betrays you, and he smirks wickedly.

“You can’t lie to me, baby. I know you too well.” The statement lodges in your throat like you’ve dry-swallowed a pill, the truth ringing disgustingly clear. “What do you say? You want one last good fuck, for old times’ sake?”

You should pull away. You need to pull away. You have to pull away. But you can’t. “Once a cheater, always a cheater,” you say. Matty’s eyes darken, but you know he took note of the most crucial element first: it wasn’t a refusal.

“I never cheated on you,” Matty says seriously. “I did a lot of other shit, I know I did, but not that. Never that.”

You swallow hard. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“One more time. One more fuck. I need you out of my system,” you breathe, and you could almost cum from the filthy look on his face. Guiltily, you slink to the bathroom, casting furtive glances around and praying nobody spots you trailing after Matty and slipping behind a locked door.

Matty slams you against the door the second it shuts, devouring you in a harsh kiss, teeth and tongue sliding together almost violently. Having his hands on you again feels horrifyingly good, nauseatingly familiar. He’s hard, you can feel as he presses his body against yours, and you whimper pathetically into his mouth. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Matty groans, like he can’t help himself. “Makes me sick. Been fuckin’ dying for you, baby.”

“So hurry up,” you snap. “I know you’re here alone, but I have people who care, and not much time before one of them notices I’m missing.”

“Such a brat,” Matty teases. “Need a good fuck to shut you up, yeah? S’alright, baby. Daddy’s here now. Gonna give you what you need.” The bottom falls out of your stomach and his words, a helpless, strangled moan escaping you. “Oh, missed your Daddy, have you, darling? Not given your little boyfriend my name, right?”

“N-no,” you stammer. “He… he wouldn’t understand. You’re my Daddy, couldn’t replace you.” Your skin feels like it’s on fire, your mind dizzy with desire, the words spilling from your lips without permission.

You’d forgotten how it feels with him, how Matty gets you sick with lust, thick and palpable in the air of the small room. “Good girl,” he croons. “Bend over for Daddy, yeah? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

You obey, the sight of your reflection sickening. You look fucked-out already, flushed red and panting. Matty’s hands come to rest on your hips, stroking appreciatively over the curve of your ass and pushing your too-short dress up around your hips. Torturously slow, he pulls your panties off, motioning for you to step out of them when they hit the floor. “I’m keeping these,” he says, slipping the scrap of lace into his pocket. “Something to remember you by, yeah?”

Wrapped up in his touch as you were, the reminder that this is a one-time thing shocks you like you’ve been doused with ice water. Right now, you don’t have a fucking clue why you even broke up, not when his fingers are so achingly close to your dripping core. “God, Matty, please!” you choke out, widening your legs desperately. 

“Give me a minute, baby. Missed this pretty cunt so much. Gotta make sure I don’t forget a thing, if this is the last time m’gonna get to have you.” He brushes his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the barest touch over your swollen clit. Meeting your gaze in the dingy mirror, Matty wraps his lips around his wet fingers, moaning exaggeratedly as he sucks them clean. “God, missed the way you taste, darling. Sweetest fucking girl I’ve ever had,” he promises, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

You squirm, cold porcelain biting into your thighs. You hear the sound of a foil wrapper tearing open, and before you can process, Matty slides into you, your knees buckling at the sudden fullness. “F-fuck,” you whimper, the feeling of being wholly surrounded by him familiar as he thrusts deep into you, pleasure cascading over your bones.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Daddy’s gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name,” Matty promises, shushing you soothingly as you whimper. His hips slam against yours, ecstasy flooding your veins as your thighs bash against the sink. He fists a hand in your hair, dragging you up to meet your own gaze in the mirror. “Look at yourself, baby. Look how gorgeous you are, falling apart on my dick. Right where you should be, hm?” he murmurs, heat flooding your belly as you watch yourself take his cock over and over. “He could never fuck you like this, huh? Whose girl are you, really?”

“M’yours, Daddy. Yours, still yours, all yours,” you babble, cunt clenching wantonly around him as his smirk grows and his pace speeds. You moan horrifyingly loud when he hits that spot inside of you, too dizzy with desire to control your noises.

“Shh, baby, shh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah? Can’t let anyone know what we’re doin’ in here, that this lying fucking bastard has you split open and begging on his cock.” He throws your words from your final fight back in your face, pinching your clit meanly and fucking you deep. You can’t hold back another whimpering scream, and he scoffs. “Needy little whore can’t keep quiet, huh?” he murmurs, sliding two of his fingers into your mouth. Eagerly, you suck on them, your moans muffled as saliva pools under your tongue.

Heat scorches through you, every thrust of Matty’s hips and grunt that falls from his lips sending an illicit spark of pure pleasure racing up your spine. You can’t think, can barely breathe, choked in desperate lust that drips out of you and soaks him. He’s right, you can’t remember anything but him, his name circling your head, denting your brain out of shape. Nothing but Matty, Matty, Matty. “This fuckin’ pussy drives me insane, baby. Always so wet for me, so wet for your Daddy. Could have this all the time, if you wanted.”

His words cut through the fog in your mind as Matty slides his fingers free from your mouth to let you answer. “What do you mean?” you stammer, your disloyal heart skipping a beat.

“We had issues, yeah. But we were good together,” Matty murmurs, rubbing distracting circles into your clit, training you into giving the right response. “I’ve had a lot of time to think over the last six months. About us.” He slams his hips against yours on the final word, pleasure roiling in your stomach, every muscle in your body stringing taut. “I want another try. I know it would be better this time. I’d be better,” he promises, nails digging possessively into your hips.

“Matty, I–” You’re at a loss for words. His face crumples almost imperceptibly; if you weren’t so attuned to him, you wouldn’t have known.

“S’okay, baby. Fucked you too dumb to answer, I get it. You wanna be a good girl and cum for Daddy?” You nod wildly, his circles over your clit getting tighter and faster and you whimper helplessly, but you don’t miss how he’s stopped meeting your eyes.

Ecstasy winds around your veins, sticky, hot desire pinning you still as Matty fucks into you. “Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp out, the tension in your body finally breaking, stars going supernova behind your eyelids. Your legs tremble, your entire body going limp as waves of pleasure swirl in your stomach and buffet your organs.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Matty murmurs soothingly. “Daddy’s got you. Whenever you want, I’ll be here,” he promises, and a split-second later you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, the feeling of his cum spilling in your cunt sorely missing.

It takes a few moments before your legs have stopped shaking enough for you to stand, Matty supporting your waist as you clutch your abused muscles. “We should… I should get back out there,” you say, raking your fingers through your hair in an effort to tame it. You both look well-fucked, the question of how you’re going to explain your absence rattling around your mind. Matty meets your eyes one last time, looking over his shoulder as he unlocks the door.

“When you get bored of him, call me. I’ll be waiting.”

[maybefalsefacts]

The first time Logan saw Wade in drag, he thought someone broke into their apartment

Visually, Logan had no initial recognition.

Long blond hair. Big chest. Smooth skin. Tight dress. Tall boots. Long gloves.

Logan would have unsheathed his claws and tore the intruder to shreds for daring to invade his den.

Would have.

If not for those familiar baby blues staring out at him in shock and horror.

Logan knew those eyes. Knew them like he knew every star in the sky. Knew them like he could walk their apartment blindfolded and drunk.

Then he smelled the weird mix of makeup and hair products that came from the assortment of shoeboxes Wade kept on the top shelf of their closet.

Hanging up his jacket and toeing off his boots, Logan closed the door behind him. Stepping closer, he found the underlying scents of Wade's coconut body wash and the bitter smell of death that followed the merc everywhere.

Looking closer, Logan noticed the other details. Wade's waist. Wade's arms. Wade's thighs. Wade's fingers tapping irratically. Wade's breathing picking up.

Wade was frozen.

Logan was home early. Wade hadn't planned on getting caught. He hadn't wanted Logan to see.

Logan was... Confused. But, ever the supportive boyfriend, "You look nice. Going somewhere?"

As Wade buffered, Logan walked casually to the kitchen. He pulled a root beer (he was trying to cut back on real beer) from the fridge and snagged a piece of jerky from the fancy jar on the counter (it was too heavy for Puppins to move and she couldn't open it. Her dog treats were in the matching jar beside it).

Back in the living room, Logan got comfy in his recliner and raised an eyebrow at Wade.

Finally snapping out of it, he started messing with his dress and gloves. "Ummm... You're... Home early?"

Cracking open his root beer, "Yeah. Power outage in the shop. It won't be fixed till tomorrow, so they sent everybody home."

Wade nodded absently, looking anywhere but at Logan. "Makes sense."

Puppins lept up onto Logan's lap and he patted her absently. To Wade, he gently called, "Hey, you alright?"

Wade straightened, "What? Yeah! I'm great! I'm excellent. I'm-"

Sensing a long-winded ramble coming on, Logan cut him off, "Wade."

Wade flinched.

Logan waited.

When Wade's eyes finally found their way to his, Logan held out a hand.

Slowly, Wade stepped gracefully around the couch, heels clicking on the hard wood.

Pushing Puppins back to the floor and setting his drink aside, Logan gently pulled Wade down to sit on the arm of the chair. He put one arm around Wade's waist and the other brought those sexy black boots across his lap.

Though Wade came willingly, he chewed on his cherry-painted lips the whole time.

There were times when all Logan had to do was wait for Wade to talk. Let the other man ramble until he got to the real topic. This, clearly, was not one of those times.

Reaching up, Logan used his thumb to pull Wade's poor lip from between his teeth. Softly, "Do you want to tell me why you're getting all dressed up? Or just skip to me telling you that you didn't have to hide it?"

Wade's eyes met Logan's once more, full of disbelief and hope. "I... I know it's weird bu-"

Logan cut him off again, "No. Putting ketchup on your pancakes is weird. This is-"

"Disturbing? Disgusting? Gay? An insult to masculinity?"

Logan frowned, "I was going to say, this seems very important to you. Especially since you were so worried about my reaction that you didn't want me to know about it at all."

"Oh." Wade looked down at his hands, playing with his fingers. "Um..."

"Wade."

Wade flinched again.

"Does this make you happy?"

Wade continued to stare down at his hands. Eventually, he gave the smallest of nods.

Logan nodded too, like that settled the matter. Because it did.

"Well, then, go have fun. Go drink, or dance, or fuck around, or Femme Fatale, or whatever it is you do. And, when you come home, I'm going to bend you over the couch and fuck you until you smell mine again."

Wade blinked at him wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was hearing.

Logan was just... Letting him go? Sending him out? Like this? He wasn't disgusted? Or jealous? Or weirded out?

Completely overwhelmed by how amazing his boyfriend was, Wade leaned down and kissed Logan senseless.

[crushribbons]

𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖

summary: Poppy Sweeting is a little naïve in all the right ways.

cw: 4.2k words, fluff, friends to lovers (i have a problem), smut (18+ ONLY), f/f sex, oral sex, i used a second-person POV bc there would be a lot of shes and hers getting mixed up LOL, fem reader

a/n: i may have a thing for girls who ramble and care about stuff :') also i know panties weren't invented yet shut up she's sexy! happy pride month xx laney

The early September sunshine was warm on your neck as you raced down the Hogwarts lawn to the lake. Steep downward steps carried your legs faster than your body, and you fell flat on your face when your shoe caught on a loose stone hidden on the bottom step. “Ack!” Your arms flailed wildly, attempting to break the fall. Your face got there first.

“Are you alright?” squealed the girl you were in such a hurry to meet. Poppy Sweeting hopped up from her position lounging by the side of the lake and ran over to check on you.

You stood and brushed off your robes nonchalantly. “I actually needed that. Nurse Blainey told me to add more gravel to my diet.” While you cleaned the dirt from your forehead and hoped the bruise you could feel blossoming around your nose wasn’t too horrible, you searched around for the leather traveling bag you’d been holding. It remained unscathed on the bottom step where you’d dropped it. Poppy giggled.

“There’s less dangerous ways to go about that, you know.” Her voice–Merlin. It had a light rasp and a musical quality that sounded like the windchimes that hung outside the Beasts classroom–coincidentally the first place you’d laid eyes on the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen. 

“I brought you something,” you began, trying to open the clasp of the bag without sustaining another injury in front of her. “She made me work for her.” You reached inside the bag and rummaged around for a moment before your hand magically summoned a little squeaking ball of fur into itself. “Ah, here we are.”

You held out the pink and purple puffskein to Poppy, whose face transformed into a ray of sunlight. “You DIDN’T! Look at her coloring! Oh, thank you, she’s so beautiful, I love her, I love her, I love her!” she cried in pure delight as she held the disoriented puffball to her cheek and spun around with her. 

One hundred thousand, you decided in that instant. You would catch approximately one hundred thousand puffskeins if it meant you got even a tenth of that reaction from her in the future. She looked happy enough to burst into one of her spirited rants about the properties of puffskein fur and how a well-cared for Puff could actually be used for levitating properties if you overfed it just the right amount, and God, you hoped she would. 

The two of you walked over to the secluded spot that Poppy had laid out a pale blue blanket over. The grass was soft beneath your knees as you knelt next to her and watched her fuss over her new pet and the air smelled like honeysuckle. Or was it…

“You smell so good,” you breathed, forgetting yourself entirely. “I mean, is that a new soap or..?” You prayed that your lecherous remark had come off as a friendly compliment, but Poppy wasn’t paying attention yet.

“How about Alberta? Hm? What do you think?” she asked the puffskein, tickling it’s belly with her pinky finger. “Is that your name?” 

You could have watched her for hours. The clear day offered a breeze that was wafting her short black hair around her shoulders and occasionally causing pieces to get stuck in her mouth. She spit them out without ever turning her attention from the beast, making an adorable “pthhbt!” noise when she did so. You realized you should probably be looking at and thinking about something other than your best friend. 

“So,” you grinned, as Poppy finally set Alberta down in her lap to stroke her coat. “Anything amazing happen over your summer? I can’t believe it’s our last year already.” A bitter lilt had found its way into your last words. 

Graduation. Sure, it meant the beginning of the rest of your lives, but would it also mean the end of seeing Poppy? You were friends, of course, but friends met up once or twice a year in Hogsmeade to rehash old school days then went back to their separate lives. You were excited for what the future and adulthood held. You were terrified they wouldn’t hold her.

Poppy shrugged. “Nothing spectacular! Gran’s doing well, and I got to see–OH.” 

Her story slamming to a dead halt made you look up, and you saw that her mouth was open in a perfect “O” and her eyes were glittering like the surface of the lake as it rippled and undulated in the wake of the giant squid swimming laps. “You will never guess who asked me to go get a butterbeer with them. The second I walked through the castle doors today, no less.”

Your stomach twisted into a Celtic knot of green, writhing, jealousy. It wasn’t as if you could get upset; you’d had two years now to do the same as whatever Lothario she seemed bursting with excitement over. The only thing stopping you was, well…

“Who?” you asked through a tight-lipped smile, trying to pretend you were interested in this juicy bit of gossip. 

“Imelda.”

If the giant squid had suddenly risen up out of the water and performed the climax to Carmen, you doubted you would have been more stunned. “Wh-uh, well, uh…huh, I, uh. Hm.” You searched the empty expanse of your mind for a single word. “Wow.”

“I know!” Poppy giggled again, placing her hand over her full lips as she did so. “Who would have thought she was so soft for me, deep down.” 

Hearing the words “soft for me” fall from precious, pure, and innocent Poppy Sweeting’s lips made your head spin like a top. You inwardly bemoaned your filth-ridden mind and tried to shake it straight as you made sense of the whole situation playing out in front of you. “So…” you started, slowly, not trusting the words to come out of you in the correct order, or frankly, language. “Are you going to go with her?” Poppy’s expression fell a bit, and she looked down at the grass.

“I dunno,” she said. She started ripping up chunks of grass and casting the blades into the breeze so they floated away. A nervous habit of hers, you knew. “I mean, well. She’s a girl.”

And there it was. Your heart was a blackened lump as it sunk to the bottom of your feet. “Sure.”

Poppy was sweet. Poppy was kind. Poppy rambled when she got excited, and Poppy was the only person you’d ever pictured being by your side after you left Hogwarts. Doing what, it didn’t matter in the slightest to you. As long as she was there and she was happy, you would be happy. But Poppy had been raised by a witch with traditional values, and part of her values included explaining to Poppy that one day she would meet a wonderful wizard and fall in love, and that was the only possible happy ending for her storybook. Gran wasn’t hateful, if anything quite the opposite, but she hadn’t taken the time away from her beasts to explain the more delicate natures of love and sex.

You could still remember the time in fifth year Poppy had found you in the library studying and pulled a chair up, dropping down in it to announce somewhat loudly and without a trace of shame, “Did you know that two witches could technically have sex without a wizard being involved?” Her expression had been completely serious. You had glanced down at the book you had been reading to see if it happened to contain the correct thing to say in this instance. Potions and their Properties had stared blankly back at you. 

“I mean, I suppose she’s pretty,” Poppy was musing, jerking you back to the present. “I like her enough, but she’s a bit mean sometimes.” Her brow furrowed and she looked up at you. “Plus, I’m not sure if I could kiss another girl. I don’t know if I’d enjoy it.”

Your gaze was fixed on Gryffindor tower. You were almost certain it was tall enough for the fall to kill you. 

“Have you ever kissed one?”

Blood rushed into your cheeks and you struggled to find words. Or rather, you struggled with the idea of telling the truth or not. The truth was that no, you hadn’t kissed another witch; the only kiss you had experienced was a reluctant and simpering one with Leander at a New Year’s celebration in the Three Broomsticks as the clock struck midnight. It wasn’t nice for anyone involved. But you were absolutely sure you would enjoy it if you got to kiss the girl you dreamed about nightly. However, if you told her that you hadn’t, the conversation would most likely be tabled in favor of discussing Alberta’s family backstory (Poppy had to assign a fictitious past to all her pets) and you’d lose the opportunity to execute the horrible plan that had just formed in your mind.

You were awful. Awful. If you opened your mouth and said what you were going to say, it would be a gigantic breach of Poppy’s trust, and her naïveté was something delicate that you never wanted to take advantage of. If you did this, it would be unforgivable.

“Yes,” you said and shrugged. It was surprising how easily the lie wormed its way out of you. “Once. I fooled around with an older Hufflepuff up in the Astronomy tower after a party. She was lovely and the firewhiskey made it seem like a wonderful idea.” Oh, you absolute wretch. Adding elaborate detail to the lie now.

Poppy’s eyes were wide as a mooncalf’s. “Really?” she breathed. She was studying you with rapt devotion, like you were a creature that she’d never encountered before. If you hadn’t been betraying her trust completely, you would have been swooning.

“Mmhmm.” You decided to cut it there and hope that this conveniently graduated Hufflepuff girl never got brought up again. “So, who knows? I say give Imelda a chance.” Poppy chewed her bottom lip, its pinkness giving way to white as she contemplated your idiotic suggestion. Give her a chance? You’d just blown the perfect opportunity to help your dear friend with a tough situation by snogging her senseless. As friends do.

“Maybe I will…” She seemed to have more to say, but she trailed off and looked out over the lake once more. Hogwarts loomed over the both of you, and it suddenly felt like the end of your seventh year couldn’t come fast enough. If Poppy did enjoy her little date with Imelda, you’d have to watch the two of them walking to breakfast together, watch Imelda tuck the strands of Poppy’s hair that always distracted her during Charms class behind her ear for her. The thought made you want to be sick all over the blanket you both sat on.

Poppy cleared her throat, once more rousing you from your sullen fantasies. “What if…if it’s not too strange…” Your heart plummeted backwards up from your feet to your throat and started hammering there. Was she really going to suggest…? 

It was her turn to blush now as she yanked three more handfuls of grass out. “Come on,” she muttered, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. “What if we tried it?”

You tried your absolute best to not jump up and start doing Garreth Weasley’s Quidditch victory dance, which involved a lot of gyrating and hip thrusting. You smiled. “Well, alright, Pop, anything for you. It’s fine with me. It could be useful, right?” Alright, calm down, your brain hushed. You’ve sold it, now shut up and kiss her.

“Alright,” she agreed, starting to look excited. “Maybe this will be fun!” It wasn’t the exact conditions that you’d one day hoped to kiss her under, but it maybe being fun was as good a reason as any for you. 

You cleared your throat a little and scooted across the blanket until your knees were touching. The sun, which had been high in the sky when you met up with her, now hung lazily around the three o’clock position, and shadows were being thrown across Poppy’s face by the oak tree you sat beneath. They speckled across her nose like the freckles you spent hours daydreaming of.

“Just a friendly kiss, right?” Poppy asked, and she leaned forward until your noses were touching.

How was this happening, especially so soon after you’d put your entire foot in your mouth with that Hufflepuff girl nonsense. “Of course,” you murmured. Your eyes fell from her ash blue ones to her lips, pink and perfect and then they were pressed against yours. 

You couldn’t help it. A soft moan tumbled from your mouth to hers as you brought your hands up to her hair and wove your fingers against her head. Her lips tasted like every delicious summer fruit you could think of, and you confirmed that the wonderful honeysuckle smell was indeed her hair. The two of you kissed and twisted your heads to slot lips closer for several seconds before Poppy pulled away and her huge eyes stared back at you. You could tell you were panting, but nothing in the world mattered to you anymore. Only kissing her did.

“Oh…wow,” she said. You opened your mouth to brush the entire ordeal off as a nice neighborly favor and hopefully save whatever of your dignity you hadn’t left in her mouth when she launched herself forward and kissed you again, much harder this time. You rocked back on your heels as your hands steadied her by the waist. What? What was happening? Your brain chased answers while your tongue chased hers and you felt her thin frame quiver under your fingertips. “Wow,” she moaned again, breaking just for a second to catch air. You whined at the loss of her lips. “You kiss wonderfully.” A hysterical little laugh bubbled up from her chest and you tugged her back to your mouth. As long as she wasn’t actively shoving you away, you were going to spend the rest of your days kissing this woman. 

It was her turn to thread her hands into your hair, and she actually pulled the locks with a sharp tug. “Pop!” You shrieked in indignation, but she just giggled herself giddy and moved her kisses to your jawline. You wanted to remain indignant, but truth be told, the hair tug had sent a shockwave to your core and you felt wetness pooling between your legs. “Poppy,” you panted again, trying to break her concentration, but she was determined to kiss the entire length of your neck, it appeared, and you lost the will to even try and stop her. But decency won out, and you pulled her by her chin back to eye-level and said, “Do you want to keep doing this? I mean, are we going to talk ab–”

“No,” she huffed, cutting you off with several small pecks. “No, let’s just…Merlin! I enjoy kissing girls!” The statement was just sweet enough and just funny enough and just Poppy enough to make the both of you dissolve into laughter. You laughed for several seconds before you sobered up from the high of her body pressed into yours and you wondered if you should keep at this. Your hands were still holding her waist, and hers were wrapped lightly around your neck. “I know kissing Imelda won’t be like this. This, this is…” She grabbed your bottom lip in her teeth and pulled it, relinquishing it with a pop! Gods, was this the same Poppy Sweeting who asked Sebastian Sallow what he meant by saying he’d like to take her for a ride on his broomstick, because “Sebastian, we’re in Hogsmeade. We can’t fly here!”?

You nodded. You’d agree to signing up for NEWT level Arithmancy at this point. Anything to keep her in your arms.

“Lay down,” you whispered, and she complied instantly, pulling you down with her into a mind-decimating snog that had you instinctively shedding your house robes and swinging your leg over her waist to hover above her. Frenzied lust was making the decisions for you at this point. Poppy wasn’t protesting, or pointing out the fact that this was still technically her first girl kiss; on the contrary, she was unclasping her own robes and shimmying them out from under her, then yanking you back down. 

“Hey, Pop?” Poppy replied with an unintelligible string of “mmmm”s that, judging by the way she was moving her hands down your back to your backside, seemed more like moans.

“Did you know two witches can have sex without a wizard even–”

“Shut it!” she cried, her voice raising in adorable anger. You’d teased her lightly in the wake of that question years ago, and how could you not bring it up in such a perfect moment as this? She ran her fingers down the back of your skirt, then, using her fingernails in a delicious scrape that made every nerve in your body dance, and pulled it up over your ass. Her nails dug into the soft flesh there and you groaned before moving your knee in between her legs. 

“Aaah!” Poppy gasped in sheer delight as her core bumped against your knee and she realized that you were pleasuring her. Your kisses grew sloppier as she began shamelessly grinding on your leg. Her thigh-length skirt was impeding the process, so you flipped it up as she had done yours and saw…You closed your eyes and said a quick prayer of thanksgiving. Merlin, she was wearing white lace panties. And–

“Fuuuuck,” you whined, your finger ghosting over the embroidered poppy at the top of them. “You’re so fucking sweet, Sweeting!” 

But Poppy had devolved into a needy mess by now. She was barely holding onto her composure as she demanded, “Please, please! Show me how to do this, I want this, puh-leeease, I want this!” You’d never seen Poppy demand anything in her life, let alone sex. You couldn’t have imagined the sight being as perfect as it was. Her cheeks flushed, hair splayed out behind her on the blanket, her chest rising and falling rapidly as a dark, wet spot on her panties rubbed against your leg. Then her words really registered in your lust-addled mind. 

Show me how to do this.

Fuck. 

The last thing on Earth you wanted was for this to end, but the one remaining shred of decency that hadn’t escaped when her underwear was exposed forced you to choke out, “Ok, wait.” Poppy wanted to do nothing of the sort.

“Talk later, do this now,” she breathed, attempting to pull you back into a kiss, but you climbed off her fully and sat back on your heels. She pulled herself to a half-sitting position and pouted with swollen lips, “What? What’s wrong?” 

You swallowed. Your throat was dry as sand as you attempted to get the words out. Everything had been going so well, like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. But your idiotic lie had come back to bite you, and you had to come clean now.

“I’ve, uh…I’m sorry, Pop. I lied.” You couldn’t meet her eyes and looked instead at the bald patches of grass where she’d earlier done her gardening work. “I’ve never done this before. I’m so, so sorry, but when you asked, I thought maybe–and I’ve wanted this for ages, to be honest, so I made up that stupid story about the older girl and—when really, I only wanted to kiss you but now I’ve gone and–well, you never want to see me again, I’m sure of it, so I’ll keep out of your way, and again, I’m so sorry, I–”

Poppy’s laugh went from a low chuckle to ultrasonic. It was so intense and so overwhelming, no sound was issuing forth from her mouth. She clambered onto all fours and promptly fell over again, doubled over from the apparent hilarity of it all. Your brow furrowed.

“Poppy.”

She was still beside herself, her normal giggle replaced with a raucous hysterical belly-laugh that was shaking her entire body. “You thought–” She gasped between breaths, but then laughter overtook her once more. If you hadn’t been so dreadfully nervous that you were about to lose the love and the great friend of your life, you would have almost been annoyed. 

When she finally managed to sit up and form a few sentences, they were, “You colossal git! Oh, really, there was not actually a suave older witch who showed you how to explore a woman’s body?” Poppy clasped her hands on either side of her head in mock shock. “I can’t believe this. You’ve utterly betrayed my trust.”

You sputtered. “What? Well, haven’t I?” Poppy descended into laughter again.

“Of COURSE not! Come now, you bellend! I knew you were lying the second you opened your mouth! As if I wouldn’t have heard about this little Astronomy tower encounter the second after it happened? Please. I had to hear about Leander Prewett missing your lips entirely for a month after it happened.” You gaped at her. 

“Then why–?”

“Because!” Poppy threw her hands in the air and smiled at you, prettier than a sunset. “I wanted this, too. I didn’t know what to say.” She reached for one of your hands and took it in her own. “You are everything to me, darling. You’re my best friend and confidant, and you make me feel strong and beautiful, and like I can do anything.”

“Well, you can do anything,” you whispered, smiling now too. She waved off your sentiment and continued,

“Not to mention, my God. Your ass is downright heavenly!” Your jaw dropped at precious little Poppy Sweeting’s words. All this time, you’d been being ogled, even as you were ogling?

It seemed you were an oblivious pair, well-suited to each other.

A thought occurred to you. “So, Imelda…?” 

Poppy blushed, bashful at the extent of her own deception. “Er, no. She did not ask me to get a butterbeer.” She leaned forward and kissed the tip of your nose, twisting a strand of your hair around her finger at the same time. “But you get jealous easily.”

“Fucking hell, Poppy!” You were writhing under your best friend, whose second and third fingers were currently sunk knuckle-deep inside you, curling up into a spot that made your view of the top of Poppy’s four-poster swim. You clutched the sheets beneath you until your knuckles were white, her fingers pushing in and out in the most perfect way you could imagine. 

“Am I doing alright?” She purred, knowing full well the answer. 

After the feelings between you were confessed, you’d been unable to stop from stripping one another bare and fucking repeatedly behind the gigantic oak tree at the edge of the lake. Her body was everything you’d dreamed and more. Small but perky breasts that you were addicted to kissing, grabbing, and biting at every available opportunity, long legs that kept pulling you in for a snog when you were trying to finger her, and her tongue…fuck, that tongue. When she’d first dropped herself between your legs and looked at your drenched cunt, she’d murmured, “Well, here we go!” and bumped her nose against your clit, causing a twisted cry to fly from your throat. 

You’d both quickly figured out the pros and cons of two witches having sex; one of the pros was that Poppy was a tease of a top, on the rare occasion she did not feel like fulfilling her duties as resident princess of the pillows. They were precisely no cons. You ate her out a minimum of once a day, sometimes twice if you could manage to pull her away from the beast paddock long enough. Her taste was sweeter than anything at Honeydukes, and you were surely addicted to it. Even after two months, you couldn’t get enough.

You two were currently wrapped up and sweating in her bedsheets and praying that no one would notice a lock charm on the Hufflepuff girl dormitories in the middle of an unseasonably warm November afternoon. 

“Come for me, baby,” she giggled. She fucked her fingers in and out three times in rapid succession then slowed her pace greatly, causing you to thrash and whine with want. 

“T-tease!” You choked out.

“Only a tease if I don’t make you come,” she reprimanded, and as she continued moving her fingers, brought the heel of her hand up to rub against your clit. Stars sparked in your eyes and you screamed, pleading with her for release. She bumped and ground against your clit repeatedly until–

“Shit, baby, Poppyyy, I’m–!” Your orgasm crashed over you. A tidal wave would have been gentler. Poppy kept moving her fingers gently, a self-satisfied smile that she always wore when she got you to scream playing across her lips.

She collapsed next to you, watching your chest heave with the effort of catching your breath and coming back to Earth. Gods, this woman was so much more of a minx than she had ever seemed to be. “Hey,” she said softly as you panted. “My gran wants to know if I’m coming home for Christmas.” You sat up on one elbow. “Oh? Are you?”

Poppy chewed her lip, and you could tell she wished she had a handful of grass to rip up right about now. “I’d like to,” she began, “but I really only want to go if–”

“I’d love to, Pop.” And her face broke into that honeysuckle-sweet beaming smile that made you want to keep it in place forever.

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[ymechi]

A brainrot suddenly came over me when reading your latest fic about lynette. You know that Freminette banner is now out right? What if he was added to mix of envy along with Lynette being the first to feel their Grace’s warmth. And now, there’s suddenly another sibling from her that can feel the creator’s warmth.

Just a brainrot that occured to me when reading your fic. BTW your writings are amazing!! Don’t pressure yourself to writing

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first off i want to start by thanking you when i read this i was screaming on the inside, i was so happy! I must apologize for writing so late i haven't been in the mood and there was school work to do (i should be doing that right now hehe;;; ) BTW I SOMEHOW GOT FREMINET IN HIS BANNER! So this is a really happy coincidence

hmm for the different character reactions I think for Lynette she would be glad for Freminet that hopefully he can get out of his shell a little more but there would also be some part that is selfish of her that wants to keep her grace's attention on her? Though she would hope that Lyney would become an acolyte as well so all three of them can be complete

Lyney would also be happy for Freminet thinking the same as Lynette that he hopefully can get out of his shell, he does wish the best for Freminet but i also see him as being envious, both of his siblings now are acolytes and it's only him left behind, the same situation in the past where his sister got a vision first (( Poor Lyney i have shit luck with 5 stars it is unlikely he will ever come home to me :') ))

Also for Arlecchino the fact that HER kids are now acolytes she is just smug i can imagine but also a bit worried about the bad attention they can receive but i think she trusts them enough they can handle themselves, though there is a part of her that is bitter she can't be chosen by her grace, perhaps she is too jaded and cracked at the edges compared to her children who still has their future ahead of themselves

previous parts:

rant , lynette meeting the tsaritsa

In Fonntaine much recent gossip has been keeping the city folks chattering and even those living outside of it. The newspapers are eagerly typing about the recent happenings and editors hurrying to work before publishing the news. It seems that another child from *the* House of Hearth had become an acolyte much to the shock of the general citizenry.

The chosen one was none other than Freminet the diving prodigy. Once the divers heard of the news and others in the field knew about it cheers erupted in the taverns.

Said person in question was not seen there.

Rumors have it that a certain pink-haired reporter has been pestering the House of Hearth for days now to get a glimpse of the person but to no avail.

Said person was inside his room, the wooden walls sheltering him from the chatter of the outside world. There he sat in the bed seemingly calm on the outside but on the inside was a different matter. His heart was beating so fast and he knew the slight flush on his cheeks betrayed his fake calm visage.

In his lap he held a book, it was old and worn yet well taken care of. All children in Fontaine around his age have had this book and read it. Freminet remembers the first time he got his hand on the book. He held it softly in fear he might damage the beautiful cover, in awe at the drawings and tales inside of it.

The tales of the creator. While it was a religious text it was watered down with illustrations accompanying it so children would be able to read and understand its contents.

The "old father" was adamant that every child was acquainted with the religious text of the creator and made them read many books on the subject. As they aged this book became unnecessary for when he had to read the thicker and more complex books but Freminet was unable to let go of this book.

Even now he loved to read the tales of acolytes long gone before the time of the oldest archon. The golden swirls and hues of the elements that would surround the creator being depicted in the pictures captured younger Freminet.

Yet now the tales that seemed almost like fiction were becoming true. Now he was an acolyte. He did not know if it terrified him or delighted him.

Would he be able to measure up? Was he enough? Why was he chosen when there were more brilliant and capable people (a selfish part wanted to reject the notion of another being chosen).

Another part of him was delighted. His heart beat as he felt himself being enveloped by warm waters. This was their creator's blessing and he was chosen to get it. Perhaps it would all be fine after all, Freminet thought as the warmth enveloped him in a comforting embrace.

. . .

Lynette pov:

Lynette blew on the hot tea as she took a sip. Besides her Lyney was working on- or well rather trying to work on a new magic trick. Lynette knew her brother and she also knew what caused his frustration as of recently. Yet trying to cheer him up would only be hypocritical of her.

"Maybe you should take a break?"

Lyney did not answer but rather made a huff and continued to tinker on his project. Lynette sighed.

Ever since Freminet was called to the creator's side Lyney has been in a tense mood. He became too frustrated with small mistakes and spent longer time honing his skills. Lynette was worried he would over-exhaust himself.

What could she say though to ease his heart?

Who the creator chose and when was unpredictable, many scholars has tried to see a pattern, see a reason, or even a hint of a formula to no avail. The creator did not discriminate or favor any specific group on whom they summoned and Lynette was witness to that as a member of the fatui and a recent acolyte. There was at least some hope for her brother if she and Freminet were summoned.

A selfish part of her that she would never listen to or admit was how she wanted her grace's attention only on her.

For now, she would wait and see hopefully soon their grace would summon Lyney soon.

. . .

Arlecchino pov:

The fire in the office crackled warming the room and its lone occupant. The letter she received laid on the table as she looked out the snowy scenery outside the window.

It seems another one of her children has become an acolyte.

From the reflection of the window Alrecchino could see her face was donning a smug smirk. She turned around and went back to her desk, a congratulations was in order and she would need to inform the Tsaritsa as well. Arlecchino would need to be delicate when informing her Majesty unless she heard the news already. She would have to tell the pair to be careful it would not do to have an envious archon's gaze.

She tried to erase her own envy from her gaze as well but the reflection in the window said otherwise.

. . .

Extra Freminet birthday bonus:

A package had arrived on the mail addressed to the House of Hearth. At first there was nothing off with the package, many had taken to send Freminet a birthday present as congratulatory gift for becoming an acolyte and gaining his favour. Freminet ignored those, he had no reason to accept or reply those superficial gifts. That was until he saw the symbol and lettering on the package and he almost dropped it in panic.

Now all three siblings were staring at the package in serious contemplation. It was rectangular and had simple packaging it looked rather unassuming as it laid on the table where they put it.

There was one neat card that gave away its significance. The symbol usually associated with the creator was neatly stamped and ancient lettering was on the card. What added further proof to the fact was that both Freminet and Lynette could feel the power of the creator, although faint, imbued within the package.

"Do we wait for father?" Freminet quietly said.

"I think it is your choice Freminet, this is addressed to you," Lyney answered.

"I agree with Lyney on this one, the creator gave this to you for a reason."

Freminet thought about it and a large part of him wanted to take the package and open it another screamed at him to wait, what right did he have to open a gift from the creator.

The curious more selfish part won over and he took hold of the package. The siblings held their breath as Freminet carefully opened the present taking care not to tear the wrapping.

What he did not expect was an inconspicuous book that looked like a fairytale book.

Oh.

Freminet blushed.

Lynette looked at it curiously and Lyney who had an idea had a teasing smile on his face.

Freminet held the book carefully as if anything might damage the book. It would be the best to find a good chest to store it in.

.

.

.

Deep into the night he would trace the illustrations and memorize the words as the moonlight shone on him. The wrapping paper and card were safely tucked inside of his desk.

[kairilov3]

Allies Reunited

Liv Morgan x Reader!

Bad blood

The arena buzzed with anticipation, a sea of excitement and tension. You stood backstage, heart racing as you listened to the crowd react to the entrance of Liv Morgan. The atmosphere was charged, filled with mixed emotions as the boos for The Judgment Day echoed throughout the venue. You couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight's match at the 2024 Badblood was going to change everything.

After a grueling 6-month recovery from your injury, this was your first night back, and the weight of expectation hung heavy in the air. As Liv strutted out, her newly won Women’s World Championship gleaming in the spotlight, you could see the fire in her eyes. Yet, you also sensed the pressure bearing down on her. The moment she stepped into the ring, the crowd’s disdain rose, their jeers filling the air. They were not happy with the faction, and tonight, they were out for blood.

The match began, and the atmosphere shifted as Rhea Ripley made her entrance, a fierce look in her eyes. The crowd erupted in cheers for Rhea, their admiration palpable. You felt a knot in your stomach, knowing how much this meant to both women.

As the match raged on, the tension was unbearable. Liv fought with everything she had, but Rhea was relentless. Each blow exchanged was filled with pent-up emotion, reminding you of their bitter rivalry. Just when it seemed like Liv was gaining the upper hand, Rhea countered with a devastating move, leaving Liv struggling to regain her footing.

Dominik, locked upside down in a shark cage above the ring, dangled helplessly as chains restrained his legs. The crowd cheered and laughed, enjoying the spectacle. Rhea turned her attention to him, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she grabbed a kendo stick. With a swift motion, she struck Dominik like a piñata, each hit eliciting a chorus of gasps and laughter from the audience. The sight of him swinging and swaying only fueled the chaos in the arena.

Meanwhile, Liv seemed to falter under Rhea's relentless attacks, exhaustion evident in her movements. She fought bravely, but the toll of the match was clear; she was so tired that she had no strength to speak or stand. The frustration on her face told you everything you needed to know—she was desperate and needed a way out.

Then, as the match reached its peak intensity, a surprise moment unfolded. In the middle of the match, without warning, you dashed down the aisle, sliding into the ring as the referee was distracted by the chaos outside. The crowd's reaction shifted from boos to a loud mix of cheers and jeers as they recognized you. The noise echoed throughout the arena, their excitement palpable but filled with division.

You charged toward Rhea, catching her off guard. The suddenness of your appearance shifted the momentum in Liv's favor. Raquel, seeing the opportunity, quickly slid into the ring as well. The audience erupted again, now cheering and booing loudly, their emotions intensifying as they welcomed back two figures from Liv’s past.

With Rhea distracted by you, Liv seized the moment, and Raquel executed a powerful Tejana Bomb on Rhea, leaving both women lying in the center of the ring.

Raquel quickly dragged Liv over Rhea, positioning her for the cover. The referee, still preoccupied with the chaos outside, missed the crucial play unfolding in the ring. Realizing the urgency, you jumped to catch the referee's attention.

As the referee turned back toward the action, you shouted, prompting him to rush over just in time to count. “One! Two! Three!” The bell rang, signaling Liv’s victory, but the crowd erupted into a loud mix of cheers and furious boos, the sound overwhelming.

You rushed into the ring, wrapping your arms around Liv in a tight hug, celebrating her hard-fought victory. But as you held her, you could feel her fatigue settling in, her body barely able to support her. She didn’t respond, too tired to talk, her breath heavy as she leaned against you.

Before the moment could slip away, Liv managed a tired smile and whispered, “Thank you,” so softly that only you could hear. Then, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, the familiar gesture bringing back memories of when you two had been an unstoppable tag team. The moment was filled with unspoken understanding and loyalty.

Raquel, seeing the two of you, moved closer, and soon the three of you were locked in a hug, a sign of friendship and triumph. The crowd's mixed reactions continued, but none of it mattered now. You, Liv, and Raquel stood strong, united once again.

As you stood beside Liv and Raquel, you felt the weight of the world on your shoulders. The victory felt bittersweet, knowing that this was just the beginning of a much larger battle. But for now, you would face it together.

This is my first try, it might look a bit weird but I will definitely improve. You guys can send me requests for ideas!

[natbplease]

dirtbag jess is weird to me bc it came from a very satirical hatred of the mary sue characterization jess always got which did not mix well with the pies “rude weirdos from philadelphia (said with love)” vibe. so someone logged on and said “well what if she sucked.”

HOWEVER. it’s so important to me that jess… okay well first of all “��always wished that she could be good at something other than blaseball” is my favorite piece of jessica telephone characterization of all time. but she loved blaseball more than anything. she had to. it was all she had. in turn blaseball loved her. even meta-wise the game GAVE her the tools she needed to be best of the best. dial tone. yummy reaction. championship winning teams. etc

and then she gets shelled. which. okay. let’s talk about that. sensory deprivation for two months. BECAUSE she was good. because she was loved. just left to stew with her own thoughts (and the shelled ones influence) (but i hc that not coming up until her second shelling)

of COURSE she’d be bitter. of course she wouldn’t be able to keep up the same happy-go-lucky “i’m just happy to be here” paparazzi-friendly persona she had before. of course the in-universe baseball fans (who are established as antagonistic almost from the beginning) (who are the reason she got shelled) wouldn’t get that and would interpret it as her being a bitch for no reason.

and then BROTHER DIES????? FOUR DAYS LATER?????????? of COURSE she sucks now. wouldn’t you?

[cozzzynook]

Rodimus giving birth and feeling something is wrong. There's so much blood and his little one isn't coming out. Ratchet ends up breaking his leg to get their sparkling out.

-Bread.

This ask took so long because I wanted it to be one of the best things I could go back and read. I wanted this to be long.

-

Carrying was…both a beautiful and difficult thing.

The beauty in this was growing a life in his forge tanks that was combined of his own cna and his partners Drift and Ratchet.

The two were conjunx and he was their partner they planned on conjunxing, though he had plenty doubts of being conjunx to them or it lasting long since he was more than a few servo fulls. The two immediately rejected such ideals and told him to get those thoughts from his processor.

Try as he might to hide this insecurity and fear getting sparked made it impossible to do so. He had no choice but to work on the unrelenting pressure that was his thoughts and feelings. And it was all thanks to the result of a glowing orange bio fluid that covered the small pipe rod that he slipped into his valve and rested on the edges of his gestation tank that led directly to his forge.

The glowing light meant one thing and one thing only.

He was sparked.

His frame was so heavy and tired because it no longer worked for only himself but another life that was steadily growing and forming inside him. Made up of Ratchets cna and transfluid and Drifts energon and spark energy.

Truly the bitlet had a mix of all these things from each of them. But he always deep dived the intricacies of it this way. It felt more romantic, more connecting, this way.

He was not as connected during his first few weeks of knowing as he was now.

The first few days he was in denial and determined each of the eighteen tests he took were all flukes.

Then he moved onto the stage of sobbing his fragging optics out and getting angry punching his desk while static bubbles caught his windpipe because he didn’t think they’d want a sparkling and he knows he’s a mess he doesn’t want another person fragged up because of it. Bad enough his now courting conjunx had to deal with it, he didn’t want to burden a fresh new spark with himself too.

Of course Drift found him crying in the lower decks during the dead shift.

Rodimus snuck from berth because he was now hungry and couldn’t recharge without eating.

He hated how he gave in so easily to the cravings, consuming energon just the way Ratchet liked it while eating thick and bitter shaved metals, one of Drifts favorite snacks.

The mech took one look at him as he was crying on the floor eating and put it together so fast Rodimus didn’t have time to sniffle twice or blink the tears away.

Drifts reaction was a helm turner because he was immediately so happy and excited at having a sparkling to being completely concerned about Rodimus and what he wanted.

…he ended up crying into Drifts shoulders while eating because he was still sad and worried while so happy Drift accepted their sparkling but he was also still incredibly hungry and wanted more fuel.

Thats how Ratchet found them half an hour later.

Drift smiling at Rodimus like he had a bolt loose while Rodimus was blubbering as he fueled.

Ratchets processor was still sharp as ever so he could understand what Rodimus was saying pretty well and all things considered he handled the news fairly well.

Did he have to sit down in shock?

Yes.

But did he pull Rodimus and Drift into a tight hug before something clicked in his helm and he was berating Rodimus for keeping it hidden for so long and immediately ran diagnostics on Rodimus calling him a sparked bolt brain?

Yes.

It made Rodimus’s blubbering heavier but it was a good heavy all things considered.

After that Rodimus was never alone seeing as Ratchet or Drift or both mechs were continuously glued to his side.

In the day during his shift Rodimus was with either Drift or Ratchet who stayed next to him on the bridge. If it was after his shift he went to the medbay with Ratchet or the training room with Drift. He hardly spent time by himself save for napping in berth when he didn’t feel like being around either of them or felt a burden. He would not admit a third option of not being able to stay awake because his frame was heavy and tired and his optics would close on their own. He refused to admit such a thing.

Not that he would need to anyway.

Ratchet and Drift knew by how hard he now slept and how often he’d fall into recharge in the middle of watching tv, while sitting for longer than a few kliks, in the wash racks when they took baths together or when he was almost done fueling.

Ratchet and Drift thought they were hilarious putting his fuel or metals under his olfactory sensors and watching him start to eat while still asleep just before waking up and yawning.

That annoyed him every time and he still wishes he could pretend to choke just so they’d stop.

He didn’t want to endanger his sparkling so he didn’t but he really wanted to scare them and get his own laugh. So he decided pranking them in a different way would be better.

It took some patience, quite a bit actually their species carry for a very very long time, but he did it. He got the two back when he was almost a month away from emergence.

He needed their help getting up since he was so big he couldn’t see his own pedes anymore let alone a wide space of the floor in front of him.

The two didn’t ever complain about having to lift him but they did grunt from the strain.

The first few times made him angry at nothing and everything but after that it just made him cry. Another thing he finds himself doing as he looks back.

The prank he played didn’t require tears per se but they did require a real enough facial expression of pain.

Something he did almost perfectly when he stood up and used expired easy clean up energon to pretend his forge fluid broke and that the sparkling was coming.

The look on both their face plates was a memory he couldn’t wait to share with their bitty and a memory that made him almost pee himself with how hard he laughed.

Making it to the bathroom doesn’t count as peeing on one’s self. Ratchet was completely wrong about that just like he was wrong about his assumptions moments that felt and were long ago.

It was mid afternoon when he woke from a surprise nap he didn’t feel coming. He yawned, stretched his arms a tad, shifted uncomfortably with great effort and looked around the room as he felt cramps tangling his tanks.

His forge felt lower and heavier than before and his sparkling was wiggling in an odd position they’ve never done before.

He thought something was off but he didn’t want to raise alarm and it was nothing so he kept himself on guard for anything else strange and decided to get up and waddle around.

Maybe his sparkling just needed some exercise?

Whatever it was he hoped he was doing the right thing.

Getting up took a lot of effort and since Drift was on shift and Ratchet was probably in the medbay he had to get up himself. It proved as challenging as he thought it would and after five minutes he gave up.

His lower back struts were beginning to hurt and his hips were aching from the strain while internally punishing him. He could feel pain strike across his tanks but he’s been feeling that for a while so he’s figuring it was false pulses again.

He was ready to start tearing up at being stuck and immobile when he heard pede steps and Ratchet came into the berthroom.

“Kid? Ya alright?”

Ratchet had an optic ridge raised as he looked him over and he sighed in relief, holding his hands out with an apologetic look Ratchet told him to quit with.

“Yer sparked kid, of course ya need help and I’m old but not that old,” his conjunx growled out, a lot less grumpy than usual.

“Sorry Ratch,” he laughed a tad breathless once standing at an awkward angle to get some comfort. The pain felt like it was growing and the locations were both normal and odd compared to what Ratchet and the books told him.

He was starting to wonder if something was really wrong when he felt the sudden urge to empty his waste tanks.

He hissed, holding his heavy and definitely low tanks as he bent forward, deeply venting as he attempted to ground himself in the pain while Ratchet asked what was wrong with panic in his voice.

He decided to voice his concerns to Ratchet but before he could his modesty panels opened on their own and he felt his waste and forge tanks release themselves without his permission and he gasped from both shock, embarrassment and pain.

“Oh frag, yer in labor kid. Alright, they’re a tad early but this is completely normal and safe. What I want you to do is breathe for me kid, can ya do that?”

He nodded his helm as he remained bent over holding Ratchet’s servo as he called First aid to prep the medbay for emergence and then called Drift who yelled so loud Rodimus could hear it.

The mech got an earful from Ratchet who was helping him slowly waddle towards the wash racks to clean himself off since emergence took a while and he didn’t want him sitting in his own waste, neither did Rodimus, as they waited for Drift to speed inside.

Ratchet was talking to help him stay grounded as they got inside their large bath tub that had room for four mechs when Drift came panting in the door way.

“Bout time ya got here,” Ratchet grouched playfully as he let Drift hold Rodimus up who was still in pain that seemed to only be growing with every passing minute.

“Ratty, it took me less than three minutes and I was on the other side of the ship. Cut me some slack like Roddy. You breathing alright Roddy?”

Drift’s words would’ve been soothing and comforting if not for the steady pain that was becoming so unbearable he grit his denta and now Drifts servo.

“Roddy?”

He felt something drop inside him and with it his knee struts.

Drift caught him at an odd angle but kept him from hitting the ground as Ratchet rushed over to scan him.

“Kid!”

He felt something burning within his tanks and inside his valve that didn’t at all feel like the description he read about in the books and felt the need to push but couldn’t because something felt wrong and his spark knew not to do anything.

But everything hurt so much and it felt like he was on fire from the inside as he felt the weight pressing against his valve tighten and constrict before wiggling and he felt his optics flicker making his vision black as he realized he was screaming in intense pain that momentarily blacked him out.

He was on his back in the water with Drift holding him up bracing him on both sides of his stabilizers while Ratchet looked worried as he felt around his valve and tried to put a servo inside him only for it to be blocked.

“Frag!”

Rodimus felt his spark drop at the loud curse and he screamed gripping Drifts servo at the next pulse that felt worse than the last.

He felt his tanks constrict and something pushed against his hip making him scream out in agony as something moved the wrong way against his internals, hip mesh and valve making it feel like it would rip.

It took five kliks for the pulse to end and by that time he struggled to open his optics and hear what Ratchet was trying to tell him.

“Listen to me kid. This is gonna hurt bad, real bad but its the only way I can make the pain go away and get our sparkling here and keep you alive. I promise, you will be fine after this,” Ratchet promised for all their sakes.

Rodimus understood what he was saying but another pulse came and he tightened his grip almost crushing Drift’s servo but the mech just comforted him and braced him for what he knew was coming.

“Okay kid, on the count of three yer gonna be in extreme pain but Drift’s gonna run you to the medbay where we can fix ya and the sparkling, alright love?”

He sobbed and nodded his helm.

The pain was making his spark hurt and he wanted to comfort Ratchet who never used that name unless he was scared but he couldn’t.

He was just so hot and hurting he couldn’t do anything but try to breathe.

“One,” Ratchet was tense and making optic contact with Drift who felt terrified but had to trust Ratchet, “two,” Rodimus felt a pulse coming on and grit his teeth groaning at the pain as he felt it pass after seven kliks. His frame growing weak as he noticed the glowing life energon in the water.

“Three!”

He felt Ratchet’s servo shoot and wiggle inside his valve and push what he realized was their sparkling back and he smashed his other palm down on the center of his hip and yanked it outward before pulling their sparkling out.

He wailed in agony from the sudden onslaught of pain that wouldn’t grant him the empathy of blacking out.

He stayed awake wailing from the nano klik Ratchet broke his hip to free their sparkling that was stuck to the nano klik he was being laid on the medberth and given powerful sedatives that almost failed to cut through his pain.

The very first thing he saw when he woke was Ratchet and Drift curled up on either side of him while two tiny bundles laid on his chassis.

He woke them with his crying as he touched along their delicate mesh face plates, feeling their dermas, olfactory sensors, optic ridges and the softest part of their closed optics that began to twitch and flicker from his touches as a tiny arm cane up and tried to move him.

They had all their digits and Drifts frame type with his claws.

Their helms had finials just like Drift but they had Ratchets optic color and shape. They even had his scowl which made Rodimus laugh the two sires awake.

They worried over him, Ratchets love language of fussing came full force as he told Rodimus he should’ve woken him immediately while not really meaning it as he checked him over.

Drift helped make it easy for him to hold the twin sparklings that had Ratchets mesh coloring and biolights.

He felt sad they didn’t get anything from him and he was the one who did the hard part, how unfair.

“Beautiful,” he cried, careful not to move since his frame was in a mess of pain and still healing. It would be for a long time Ratchet explained.

The sparklings dropped together and were coming out together which is why it felt so wrong and hurt so much and how they got stuck.

Turns out one mech was hiding behind the other and in true split spark fashion they had the same spark beat down to the last detail almost.

Its easy to miss and thats why no one saw the other or could tell.

He smiled, kissing both their helms.

“You sure made an entrance,” he joked.

Drift and Ratchet weren’t as thrilled by his joke and truthfully he was riding on carrier after emergence high. By the evening or next day he would be a traumatized mess.

But for now, he just wanted to enjoy being with his conjunxs and sparklings.

Primus knows he won’t be doing this again.

[hockybish]

West Winds

Get to Know

Bean

The Zegras Boys

the original idea

the basics

Blurbs/Fics

Is It Mine?

You're Not Doing This Alone

Regrets

A Second First Date

An Accident

You're Annoying

No Longer Together

Watching at Home

Feel That

It's a Boy

Scary Uncle Luke

Bedtime Blues

Take the Test

Gingerbread Family, Everyone's Happy for Us

Christmas Plans

Drago

You're A Good Dad

Pretty Momma

New Year's Eve Alone, Here's to a Better Year

Tongues Out

A Little Self Care

Zeph, Meet Percy

What's Two More?

Playtime

Mixed Media:

Zeph's Trip

Golfing with the Boys

Besties

Where's Trevor?

Rion and Evan get Ink

Important/Funny Thoughts :

please note all au thoughts can be found in either the west winds au or au thoughts tags, but here I have compiled the ones I think are important

allergies * jamie's reaction * trevor's response zeph's favorite person zeph's birth zephyr has a thing for hats luv you momma zeph's first walk dating other people *bean met someone * trevor doesn't like it she's the love of his life kisses first person to feel zephyr's kicks (other than bean) the kid who can't pronounce his own name trevor's tattoos * footprints bean's worries about a second baby the car seat incident he likes video games the carseat incident missing christmas first haircuts matching shoes zeph wants a ... * the pink hat nye kisses percy the bitter getting it together the indoor playground * the incident * a terrible mother * trevor snaps indoor skating last game of 23-24 world's mother's day just fake it realizing he's losing her * how to make it better * the breakup and slip up * trevor grows up

Inspo

Please feel free to send in thoughts, comments, questions, and ideas for this!

[misguidedasgardian]

The Dutiful (5)

5. Dutifully pregnant

MASTERLIST

Summary: You aren’t as ready to start this next part of your marriage 

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behaviour, mob bussiness, age gap (Lloyd’s late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), mentions of death of a parent, pregnancy, thoughts about cheating, a little angst, fluff too, might miss some warnings. 

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 2,6 k

Notes: This is a mix! people asked me to write Jealous reader with Lloyd, and I mixed it up a bit

It finally happened! Lloyd was going to be so happy, or at least you hoped so

You had been feeling hellish lately, so after months of unprotected sex you kind of expected it, so when you took that test and it came back positive, you were almost relieved

You were pregnant

You had to tell Lloyd, so you asked Ari to drive you to the HQ of the family company where he worked and had his office. Once you reached the building everyone greeted you as you made your way towards his office on the last floor.

You walked in without even knocking, you thought this was way more important that anything that might be happening inside Lloyd’s office

But as soon as you saw the people inside it, you felt like it was, you felt like you interrupted. Lloyd´s secretary, a gorgeous voluptuous woman who wore her white blouse too tight and her pencil skirt too short was leaning over him, who was seated on his office chair as her tits were in his line of vision. She had clearly opened two extra buttons so Lloyd had to only lean in a little more to see her nipples

They looked at you like you were interrupting something, they weren’t even touching, but you knew there were going to, you recognized that look on your husband’s face

“Hey wifey” he greeted after clearing off his throat, she stood up from her leaning position and she kinda turned away from you to fix her shirt.

“Hey” your voice came out broken, and sad, as a tightening sensation got a hold on your chest, it was clear now, that he was cheating on you, or wanted to at least 

“You came to visit me pumpkin?” he asked, his demeanor playful and prideful like always, like you hadn't just now walk in on him starting at his secretary’s boobs like he was about to jump between them

“Ah yeah” you whispered, staying still on your spot. You held tighter on the positive test you had on your hand, but you hid it up the sleeve of the jacket you were wearing, not that he didn’t notice you were hiding something. “But I’m clearly interrupting” 

You left right then, not being able to look him in the face, not caring for his reaction, you just wanted to leave, this office, this tower. You couldn’t hide your whimper when you got into the elevator, and the last thing you saw before the door closed was his face, he had followed you to the lift but couldn’t catch you. 

You didn’t know if it was your ego, or your heart that got bruised. You didn’t think you loved Lloyd, but you did think you meant something to him, it had never crossed your mind that he would cheat on you, you thought these mafia guys had this special loyalty to them. So it was your ego, and you were so proud this hurt even more. You walked out of the building to find Ari talking to some of the guys. When he saw you he looked surprised, perhaps were the bitter tears that fell from your eyes

“What’s the matter?” he asked

“Take me home, now” you demanded, opening your own door and jumping on the car. Without another word, he got in the car and started it

“May I ask what happened?” Since Ari took you from your house to the office in the first place, he already knew what you were going to tell Lloyd, that you were expecting his first child.

“Did you all know?” you asked back, Ari looked at you through the rearview mirror, “Do you all know he cheats on me and take pleasure in my ignorance?” you asked then

“He doesn't” he said firmly, “He would never…” 

“Because I found him about to” you said mindlessly

“With who?” he asked, clearly surprised 

“That secretary, the one that could stop traffic with her gorgeous body” you mentioned

“She always is throwing herself at us, and to Lloyd, but I never thought he would take that…”

“She was my father’s secretary” you mentioned, “He fucked her too” 

“Did you catch him like… with his pants down?” he asked then, almost fearful. like he was also disappointed in the betrayal

“No” you answered truthfully, “He was staring down her cleavage like he was going to jump in it” you muttered, “I’m not an idiot… I recognize that look on his face…”

“I know for a fact he wouldn’t fuck her” he said firmly

“But he lets her throw herself at him like that” you accused

“Did you at least get to tell him?”

“I didn’t” you answered, “at least when I do he can finally leave me alone to go fuck whoever he pleases, since his job is going to be complete”

“Don’t talk like that, he loves you, and wouldn’t do that to you” 

“You know what? I don’t care” and just like that, Ari left you alone all the way back home. 

. . .

Tonight you had a fundraiser, an event the company held to make it look like you cared for saving the sharks while they deal drugs underneath the table

You remembered fondly how your father was sitting in his study while you strode in, 5 years old, telling him a gruesome story you saw at discovery channel, that the poor sharks were hunted for their fins, brutally maimed and then thrown back in the sea while they can’t swim and drown, so you gave him the perfect cover for the event, a fundraiser to save sharks

It did save the sharks, building a multimillion dollar sanctuary, but whatever.

You sat in front of your vanity to do your makeup, while glancing at the clock, you knew Lloyd was going to be home soon, so you wanted to be ready, not wanting to face him, not wanting to fight or argue, you just didn’t have the strength. You were going to play along.

Well, you did spend most of the morning puking and you felt like shit, your thrill for the fight was long gone

“You look beautiful sweetheart” you jumped when you heard Lloyd, who was leaning into the doorframe of the bathroom

“Thanks” you whispered turning your attention back to the mirror to try place the blending powder

“You ran off this morning” that teasing voice really just made you want to puke some more

“Well, Andy told me you had back to back meetings all morning so, I didn’t want to interrupt” you explain and the lie came out of your mouth so fast it amazed you

“Oh, well, we can skip this boring fundraiser if you want, want me to take you to dinner instead?”

“I want to go” you said firmly, “It meant a lot to me and to my father”

“Of course” he places his big hand on your naked shoulders and leaned in to kiss your temple, “What color is your dress?” he asked

“Beat you to it” you answered as you now were concentrating in the shade of your eyes, “Already pick 4 choices of tie that match, they are on your closet with your suit” He smiled wickedly in the reflection

“Aren’t you sweet?” he left you alone to go get dressed now, and you appreciated that he didn’t acknowledge the little scene in the office, you appreciated he didn’t want to kick you while you were down, perhaps he was appreciating that you didn’t make a scene, that you were compliant. You wanted to cry.

He was your husband!

Yours!

Perhaps it wasn’t your ego but your heart, perhaps you wanted him all to yourself

Perhaps you cared he was going to be the father of the baby that was growing inside of you. You both dressed in silence, and when you were ready you exited the room and walked together outside where the car was waiting for you. 

You were already inside the car when he grabbed your hand and took it towards his lap, he just left it there, without any dark intentions

“You left the office pretty quickly in the morning” he murmured casually

“I told you, Andy told me…”

“Bullshit” he chuckled, “You wanted to tell me something”

“No” you whispered, “I wanted to have lunch at Pissano’s, so I stopped by to see if you wanted to join me” 

“Are you having cravings, pumpkin?” he murmured cheekily

“No,” you muttered simply. You felt so petty, hiding this from him because you were angry and hurt, but it didn’t seem like the time

“You sure pumpkin?” he insisted, “is there nothing you want to tell me?” you found Ari’s look in the rearview mirror, thinking he might had betrayed you, but you shook your head

“I wanted to invite you to lunch” you said slowly, “But I walked in on you wanting to eat something else” you spitted out, and he froze were he sat, but then he just chuckled

“Is that why you are so grumpy with me?” 

“Leave me alone Lloyd” you felt like you were being cornered, or bullied, and you didn’t like it. He sighed in surrender, or boredom

“Whatever you think you saw, you didn’t”

“I saw enough” you snapped

“I’m not banging the secretary” he growled

“You know he used to fuck my dad too” you said bitterly. You heard him sigh loudly

“I’m not fucking her” he said clearly, but not raising his voice

“I don’t care Lloyd” you muttered

“Tell me what you wanted to tell me this morning” he demanded, leaning into you

“I have nothing to say”, you answered back, he looked at you intently, like he wanted to read into your own thoughts

“You sure darling?” his hot hand landed on your leg, causing your very skin to tingle. He wasn’t an idiot, you knew he might even have suspicions of what you might tell him. 

“We are here” saved by the arrival at the venue, you almost jumped out of the limo. The flashes of cameras and paparazzi hit you like a brick, you smiled shyly, waving a little and fixed your dress, you walked inside the venue leaving Lloyd behind you, not caring if he was following you or not. 

But you felt his hand on your lower back, helping you up the stairs of the natural history museum, and you smiled at all the people who were there to greet you, throwing questions at you, flashing their cameras at your face, but you were used to it.

The ball started without any complications, soon it was time for a heartfelt speech you had wrote, telling all the people gathered how much this event meant for you and for your father, and about the sanctuary you had built with the money gathered and how you planned on making it even bigger every year, accepting more species of sea animals, and Whale Sharks for the next season.

You look at your side in the midst of applause to look at Lloyd, but he was whispering with his secretary at his side, they seemed serious, like they were talking about work, you got distracted, but soon placed back on track to finish your speech

As soon as people started clapping, Lloyd realized the apparently boring speech was over, and clapped too 

You ignored him when he offered you his hand to get down from the podium, instead were congratulated by the scientists, veterinarians and other people on the board of your organization. 

but you occasionally looked his way, and he was with that blonde stuck to his side, even as he spoke to other people. 

He had pulled you out of any dealings with the company, you guessed he wanted to do the same with you and the organization as well, he was not in his element, you guessed he didn’t like that. And you got sad all of a sudden. You looked at the glass of champagne you held in your hand, you were not drinking it, you held it for image only. 

Is that how is was going to be

You hand went instinctively to your belly

Is this how it was going to be?

He told you he loved you, and yet he didn’t show it, he was talking to all the women he could find in the night

You were only an obligation, a part of the contract for him to inherit all of it, you were just part of his job. 

You could hide it any longer, you excused yourself and walked to the nearest bathroom, that luckily for you, was empty, and huge. You hid behind a wall on the other side, where there was eats, and a dressing table. 

You used your hand to stifle a moan

Perhaps it wasn’t just your ego, perhaps your heart was getting compromised.

You were all in with Lloyd, you had married him, you were pregnant by him, you didn’t want it to be just business, you wanted him by your side.

But he preferred the company of his secretary

He preferred the company of other women, perhaps that is why he made sure Ari was with you at all times, and he got so late to the house. 

“Pumpkin, you there?”, you gasped when you heard his voice, you quickly turned towards the mirror and wiped your tears expertly, not leaving signs in your make up

“I’ll be there shortly”, you said professionally, like you were talking to some unknown person

“Don’t give me that”, he mocked, turning the corner and finding you, “what is the matter?”, he asked, genuinely concerned 

“Its nothing”, you said, “I’m just tired”, he sighed, holding you, making you look at him

“Why are you crying?”, you couldn’t hide it from him

“Its nothing”, you dismissed it, but he wouldn’t let go

“I’m not banging the secretary”, he said, bored 

“Is not that”, you didn't even cared at this point, it could be the secretary, or it could be other hundred women

“Please honey”

“I’m pregnant”, you said, but he wasn’t surprised, he almost expected it, he chuckled

“And you didn’t want to tell me because…?”, he teased, you only looked down

“Lloyd, this is something else”, you told him, raising your eyes to look at him, “the games are over”

“What do you mean?”, he asked, looking concerned

“You are in or out, Lloyd”, you warned, and he frowned

“What do you mean…?”

“We are going to be parents”, you explained, “you are going to be a father, Lloyd”, you said seriously, “and this marriage, it seems like is a game to you”, a fresh badge of tears filled your eyes, “I get it, you married me because of the inheritance, but this is something else, we rather try to make this work like a real marriage, or you get out and we can co-parent, but I will give this baby the best household I can…”, and he interrupted you by kissing you gently.

He hugged you tightly against him, kissing you gently, with love, with passion 

When you separated, he was looking into your eyes with a devotion you had never seen before

“I’m all in baby”, he whispered against your lips, “you are giving me everything I ever wanted, I haven’t touched nobody else since we got hitched, and I promise I never will”, he sentenced, “I will kick that woman out, hell, I will kick every woman in the entire building if that is what you want”, he promised, you only nodded, “I did find it entertaining her throwing herself at me, and I did saw it as a game, but you are right”, he said, serious this time, no more games. 

“The games are over”, he said, clearly and plainly, “this is serious, this time, we have eight months until our little one is with us, and we need to work on this, to make it work”, you smiled brightly

“Really?”, you asked

“Anything you want”, he compromised, “I’m all in baby”

“All in”, you whispered as a prayer 

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Sudden Soulmates (Riddle)

One of your eyes is the color of your soulmate’s eyes.

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Sudden Soulmates Masterlist

⚠️ WARNING: Light angst, Riddle's mom

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His mother had been pleased when none of the nurses could find a soulmark on Riddle’s skin. Mother thinks that soulmates are inconvenient for those looking for a good, stable life. Mother had rejected her soulmate as soon as she entered highschool, and is said to have smiled the brightest in her life when the mark faded completely.

So, of course, Riddle grew up thinking soulmates are just useless drawbacks to a good life.

Part of him, though, a part he tries so hard to not entertain, longs for a soulmark ever since he saw Trey’s.

It had been easy to do so after his mother prohibited Trey from seeing him, but it became harder to ignore once he entered Night Raven College only to see Trey and Cater happily sharing a package of bitter candy, soulmarks and smiles matching. His friends had no idea of his conflict, and he didn’t have the heart to take their happiness from them by demanding they stop loving each other in front of him.

So he has very mixed feelings when Trey pulls him aside after the Orientation Ceremony and brings him to the closest reflective surface so Riddle can see his now mismatched eyes. Fire rises up in his chest and ice falls down in his spine. The soulmark is not hard to find, all it takes is to move the shirt’s collar a bit and he manages to see a part of it on his collarbone—he has no idea how he just knew it would be there. He’s extremely thankful to Trey and Cater, who ground him through his—panic attack? Breakdown? He’s not sure, but his knees buckle and his lungs ache.

The next day, he acts like nothing happened, and his friends do the same. He ignores the curious looks of his peers, specially the more observant ones like Azul and Vil.

Riddle’s soulmate is an existence that has no space in his already planned life.

Though he can’t bring himself to deny them, to think of them as wrong.

Even as he confronts her when she sides with Trappola and Spade.

“How many of those rules are there?!”

“There are 810 rules in all, and as the Housewarden, I can of course recite each and every one of them.”

Thankfully, no one notices the slight waver of his voice. Riddle would hate to give an exaggerated reaction to the grey eye that stares back at him. To think his soulmate, on top of being late, is also a delinquent. He can’t believe it, the disappointment echoing in his mind has the same timber as his mother’s voice.

Still doesn’t feel wrong.

“Destroy the offending tart immediately! Then throw these rulebreakers out of the dorm!” he orders, glaring at the first years who still dare to stand there.

Soulmate or not, she is wrong and needs to be punished the same.

“What?! That’s so unfair! And wasteful!” she’s the one to complain first, and he almost flinches with the anger burning in her heterochromatic eyes. “At least give the tart back! Did your mother not teach you to not waste food!”

“Keep my mother out of your rulebreaker mouth!”

“Stop being an unreasonable baby and give the tart back!”

“The rules–!”

“Wasting food cannot be a rule, I refuse to believe that!”

Riddle clicks his tongue, feeling his anger bubble under his skin. As much as he hates to admit it, there is no rule in favor of wasting food. In fact, Rule 382 says: “Food given is to be consumed, so long it doesn’t break other rules”, no mention of what must be done if the food gifted breaks other rules. If he gives back the tart and they leave the unbirthday party, they are allowed to eat it.

“... very well, take it back.”

“Oh, so you can see reason, huh?” the girl snarks, taking the tart from his hands. “Thank  you for being so gracious, Housewarden.”

With a last disdainful glare, she turns around and stomps her way out, calling to Deuce and Ace and her cat-beast, not without hitting shoulders with Trey and Cater on the way. An unpleasant silence fills the garden, and Riddle takes a deep breath to calm his raging heart. With the miscreants gone, they can go on with the unbirthday party without problem. That pleasant thought brings a smile to his face and he turns to the rest of Heartslabyul with joy.

“Now that the issue was dealt with, let us continue–”

A sudden cough interrupts his speech. Riddle has never coughed like this, not even when he got terribly sick as a child. There’s something insistently trying to rise from his lungs, something that tickles his insides and makes the coughing into a heaving. Only when he finally spits the thing out that he can breathe normally again, and amidst cleaning the drool off his face and taking greedy gulps of air, he examines whatever his body just expelled.

His heart stops when he understands it is a clump of rose petals.

The soulmark on his collarbone burns.

“Riddle…”

“... grab me a napkin, Trey.”

“Riddle.”

“Grab me a napkin, Clover.”

Not talking about what happened in the unbirthday party becomes an unspoken rule. Riddle does not see either of his troublesome card soldiers or his soulmate until Ace requests a duel for the Housewarden position and Headmage Crowley approves of it. Riddle entertains their shenanigans, not surprised when he wins the duel with disappointingly minimal effort; he had intended to fight at full capacity. He may not be the strongest in school, but he certainly is on the rankings, and he knows Ace will know if he doesn’t give it his all. Riddle is not one to be unfair, afterall.

What happens after the duel is what disturbs him.

To think things would escalate to the point of him overblotting.

And to think his overblot would hurt both him and his soulmate.

Riddle had tried to avoid thinking about her during the entire duel, and his overblot mind could not care less about her, until the soulmark—a joker card, the jester grinning mockingly as they change the game and make fools of kings and kings of fools—burns his skin, and burns hers with it. What happens next is a battle both between the others and him, and him and him. The Queen of Hearts falls in the face of the Joker, whose bow is forgotten in favor of a warm hug and relieved tears.

“... and… I really like you,” Riddle blurts out secret after secret, the ones that go against the Queen’s Rules and the ones that go against Mother’s Rules, not caring that he has an audience. Maybe even enjoying that he has an audience, people who will actually listen. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you, and I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“Shhh… it’s ok, Riddle,” she rubs his back as he hides in her neck, “you’re forgiven. I’m sorry too, for hurting you. Not for breaking the rules, though.”

Riddle laughs weakly at that. He doesn’t want to let go, but does anyway when Trey and Cater offer to take the two to the infirmary. They get a proper scolding from the nurse and the Headmage, then another from their friends—his and hers, theirs… though Ace is on thin ice—, who end their speeches with congratulatory words and teasing jabs that neither of them answer gracefully.

Riddle has a lot to think about now. How (Y/N) will impact his plans for the future. How his change and growth will impact his plans for the future. How both will impact his relationship with Mother. How he will live his life from now on, and how he’ll make it be his life, lived by him within his own choices.

But for now he’s content on breaking the rules and slipping on his soulmate’s bed, not caring about the scolding they’ll get from the nurse next time they wake up.

[thequietkid-moonie]

How reaction of them to someone flirting with your S/O? (Satou Matsuzaka, Mikasa, Shouko Nishimiya, Tadano Hitohito, Shoko Komi, Aoko Kirino)

Seeing someone flirt with their S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Satou, Mikasa, Nishimiya, Hitohito, Komi, Naoko ]

[ Happy Sugar Life ] [ Attack on Titan ] [ A silent voice ] [ Komi can't communicate ] [ Pumpkin Night ]

So you have chosen death, huh?

If im being honest I never get when someone is being flirty with me, i don't even know if that have happen 😶

Satou Matsuzaka

Satou isn't discreet with her affectionate and love for you, and being in a relationship with you made her even more clingy because since you love her too she doesn't see why she should hide her love

She isn't going to take this well, she doesn't like this at all because that person is trying to get in the way of her and her beloved partner, is pretty obvious that you two are together so she will take this as a personal offence, the more that person insist on their flirting the more angry she gets

If that person had approached to you while she wasn't there with you she will try to calm down a little, but if that person had approached to you when you two were together she will get really mad, how that person dare to flirt with you while she is there by your side?

As much as she hates this bitter taste that this person is letting her, first she will try to make it obvious that you two are a couple (mainly because she doesn't like getting mad or agressive in front of you) clinging onto you and calling you by cute and chessy nicknames trying to make it clear, but if that person persist she will get really mad

Also, it would depend on the person, if they are just saying some compliments and they is even being respectful then she will go easy on them, may even agree with what they say, but if the person is being vulgar or even invasive she will start threating them, again she doesn't want to get agressive but this person start to annoying her too much

If you don't mind it too much or even don't realice that they are actually flirting Satou will be mixed between relief and confusion, she is glad that you don't care for the flirt but why? it doesn't get you a bitter taste too? She will ask you about it later with a pout, she doesn't like the idea of someone else hinting on you (but will laugh a little if you didn't noticed it)

But if the case is that this person is making you uncomfortable she will react quickly, at the very moment she notice your uncomfortable expresion is like something had acitvated on her, a protective instinct get onto her, but it would depend in how much that person have done, if had made you a little uncomfortable she will ask them to go, but if you are too uncomfortable she will threaten that person (she can tell how uncomfortable you are for your body language), and if that person had dare to touch you then you will have to hold her back before she really hurt that person

In the other hand, if you reject that person she will be more calm (but still glare at that person), and if you tell that person that you have a beautiful girlfriend her reaction will be completely different, forgeting at all about the other person and just getting flattered for what you did

Mikasa Ackerman

It could be a little difficult for others to tell what relasionship you two have, yes Mikasa is really caring and tent to stay by your side all the time, but she does that to the ones she apreciate the most, so it could be easily to misunderstood it, and to Mikasa that doesn't matter for her the important is that you love her and that you don't forget that she loves you too

Mikasa is really protective over you, and that leads her to be rather jelous too, although she try to stay calm and be more rational she won't like at all seeing someone flirting with her partner

Her first reaction is being annoyed, and you can tell for her expression since she stare at the person intensely, specially if you two had been together when the person started flirting (she isn't really clingy or to physicaly affectionate but because of this she will cling to your arm and don't let you go for a while), but if she weren't there when the person had approached then she will came directly to you, trying to make obvious that she is your partner, either way she will glare at the person (she practically does it unconsciously)

If the person were being rather polite and kind with the flirt then she will be go more easy with that person (but still she doesn't like it too much), but if the person had being invasive or even vulgar she will be furious, but she won't do more than intimidate that person and threatening them with death, she will for sure scare the hell out of that person and when they had go away will try to calm down (and will get a little shy for a while with you, but is almost not noticeable)

If you didn't mind much the flirt of that person she will be uncomfortable with it, she doesn't like the idea of you liking someone's flirting, and will act a little cold with you for a while (you will have to reassure her that you love only her), but if you were uncomfortable she go in full protective mode and will be even more mad at the person (even if they were respectful with the flirt), but if the case is that you didn't even notice it she will be confused but a little amused for it (she may even laugh a little for it)

If the person apologize for flirting with you, either for the boldness or because you were uncomfortable that will help her calm down a lot (mainly if that person were polite, if they apologize because they get scare at her she will stay mad), she may even apologize too for reacting so aggresibly

And if you ended up being the one who reject that person that will make her calm down quickly, she doesn't think much of it but make her feel proud that you don't need her to "defend yourself" there (she still are protective though), but if you remark that you already have a girlfriend that you love she will get flustered for it (she likes hearing you talking about her so lovely, even if she doesn't say it out loud)

Shouko Nishimiya

Even if you two aren't too open or obvious with your relationship is still noticibly that you two have an special relasionship for the way you two act around each other

More than jelous Shouko is insecure so this situation will make her feel a little uneasy, and because of not being able to heard she won't be able to fully understand the situation, so she goes more for what she sees

If the person had approached you when she wasn't there she will have a hard time trying to come to you, not wanting to interrupt you, so it would be the case that she approach because she sees that the person is making you uncomfortable or becouse is being intrusive or touch you, or either because the person had go away (they just had give up or you had rejected them)

If the person had approached you when she was with you she neither understand much of what they are saying, so she will hold onto your clothes and shyly look at you expectant, like trying to ask you what are they saying with the look

If the person were being polite and respectful she could easily think that you two were chating about trivial things, but if the case is that the person get too close to you and even start to touch you she won't like that, it makes her feel uneasy seeing someone treating in a not so friendly way to her partner so she will put herself between you two, trying to prevent that person from touching you and even start to rush so you two get away from them

Shouko doesn't know exactly what happened or how she should help you, but if she sees you uncomfortable or the other person start to be disrespectful she won't just stand there watching

Either way at the end she will ask you about what you were talking with the other person, and if you explain to her that they were flirting with you she get worried and nervous in a second, you will have to help her calm down, if you didn't mind it too much that will confused her a little but doesn't pry, in case you didn't noticed that the person had been flirting neither of you will know it (unless you tell one of your friends about it)

If you tell her that you had rejected them because you have a girlfriend that you love and respect she will be so flustered and flattered

She will stay a little shy for a while after this, because she doesn't like that someone had been flirting with you and because she wasn't able to do much for help you

Hitohito Tadano

If you two aren't too open with your relationship or don't show it much to others it won't be too obvious your relationship, aside from how caring or shy Hitohito are with you

Hitohito isn't someone who gets jelous quickly, he is more rational and he is already used to unusual situations, but still the fact that someone is flirting with you make him umconfortable, he can understand that you are really awesome and people could feel atracted to you but he doesn't like it too much

If the person had approached when you were alone he will stay calm, this could be a misunderstood or something so he just approach to the two of you and try to solve this situation calmly, but if he was there when the person started to flirt with you he will be annoyed for it since this is an offence to him too

He will try to help you and solve the situation calmly, explaining that you two are already together, he isn't someone resorts to violence or react aggresibly, if the person back of or even apologize he will try not to thing much on it and continue with whatever you were doing (keyword try) but if the person continue flirting he will start to get mad, they are being disrespect and he isn't planing to just watch them do it, he will try to stay polite while confronting the person but you can see that the more that person insist the more he gets mad and uncomfortable

If the person were being polite with the flirtation he won't mind it too much and will stay calm, but if the person started to being invasive and even touch you in no so friendly way he will get more agressive (out of instinct), he get more protective and will use force to pull them away from you if he needs it (he will apologize to you later for acting like that or for not helped you earlier)

If he noticed that they are making you uncomfortable he will be more quick with his reaction and probably more pushy with them too (depending in how uncomfortable they were making you). If he noticed that you didn't mind the flirtation he will get jelous, but will try to hide it (not too well), thinking that maybe you like it and wondering if he should do things like that, but if you didn't even noticed the flirtation he will be shocked at first, but he find it rather funny (he probably won't explain it to you)

In the case that you had rejected the person he will feel a little flustered, even if you had troubles to do it or made it shyly he somehow admire you for it, and if you emphasize that you already have a boyfriend that you love nontheless he will be so flustered he will be stuttering for a while with a big blush on his cheeks

Shouko Komi

Since Shoko is so anxious that will make difficult for you two to be open with your relationship, but is noticible how much she relay on you or how she clings to you, so that could give hints

More than jelous, Shoko could be really insecure so she isn't going to take this to well, not like she will be agressive towards that person but it will make her doubt herself

If that person had started flirting when you were alone in the moment she sees you two she will wait nervously, thinking that maybe you two are just talking and she doesn't want to interrupt, but the closer they gets to you or the more nervous/uncomfortable you seem the more nervous she gets, she even start panicing thinking that they are trying to intimidating you and she wants to help you but doesn't know what to do

In the case that the person had approached when you two were together she started getting nervous even before they started talking, and just by hearing that person giving you compliments or saying different comments about you confused her at first

If the person were being polite with the flirtation then she won't do much, either because she doesn't fully understand or because she is just too shy to say something, but if the person were being vulgar or invasive with you she will panic, and without even thinking it much she will try to help you, when she finally gets the strength to do so, she puts himself between the two like trying to protect you, and since whenever she gets anxious her gaze is intimidating that will help

Also, if you were feeling uncomfortable with the flirtation she will panic in the moment she notice it, that will lead her try to help you, what lead her to be intimidating and scare the person unintentionally, but if you seem to not to bothered for the flirtation she will feel nervous and later when she is alone in her room she will be wondering if you had liked it and and if you'd rather she be like that from time to time too

If you had rejected that person remarking that you already have a girlfriend it will take her a moment to fully understand what happened, but when she does she become a flustered blushing mess

Naoko Kirino

Naoko is really affectionate even before you two start dating, it would be pretty obvious that you two are together

Naoko isn't exactly possessive or jelous, but that doesn't mean she likes seeing someone flirting with her partner, so even if she tries to stay calm she could get a little bit agressive

She can admit that you are an amazing person so it would be normal that others are atracted to you, so if the person started flirting when she wasn't there she could understand and will try to solve this calmly, but if the person approached to you when you two were together she will be annoyed for this, she is rather clingy so it could be obvious that you two are together

If the person had been rather polite and kind with whatever they say Naoko won't mind it too much, she probably even agree with what they are saying (and she has no problem with saying it out loud), but if the person is being invasive she wont be as calm, she will get mad, taking it as an offence but she will hide it, the more the person insist the more mad she get and that will lead her to confront that person and even play with them, Naoko could be intimidating when she wants so she will start by telling them things like that you probably will never be with someone like them you have a better taste to ended up insulting them directly (how much she plays around it would depend in how much they anger her)

She will be quicker with confronting the person if they were being vulgar or if they were making you umconfortable, and Naoko never leave them the oportunity to touch you, since the very moment the person tryied to even take even just your hand Naoko had put herself between you two

If you didn't mind the flirtation that is what will make her feel jelous and she will pout while claims you about it after the person go, asking if she isn't affectionate enough or if you prefer that person, but she does in a playful way (she may even make you make it up for her). But if the case is that you didn't actually noticed the flirtation she will laugh at it and calls you baby or too inocent

And if you were the one rejecting that person saying that you already have a girlfriend she will be flattered and will be more clingy and bubbly for a while after this incident

[arlington-loverboy]

The best Valentine's Day

➹Tadashi tastes the cake made by his crush.

♥ Couple: Tadashi Nakano x Scholar

➹Words: 1601

♥ Note: English is not my first language and this is my first time writing, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or it's too ooc.

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Tadashi gave a reluctant look to the cake in front of him, it was so deformed that even the cafeteria lady flinched when they both approached to borrow a pair of spoons. Scholar didn't notice it, Tadashi did not bring it to their attention either, he couldn't bear to break all the happiness and illusion that were shining in their eyes.

“I know it seems a bit screwed up. Want me to taste it first?” Scholar asked.

“What? No. It’s all right. It looks cute,” he said. “I-I will eat it now.”

Tadashi gulped as he took one of the spoons. He tried to convince himself that he was just being whimsical, he grew up eating fine pastry, so his speciations about baking were too high and unrealistic. Besides, it was a gift from Scholar, they had made it for him and him only. He only had to think about it to make his heart race. However, as soon as a spoonful of cake touched his tongue, he struggled not to spit it out. It tasted salty, spicy, bitter and cloyingly sweet all at the same time. The mix of flavor didn’t make any sense, and the texture didn't help at all.

Tadashi felt like he was about to puke, but then he met Scholar's big doe eyes. They awaited his reaction with a warm smile on their lips, looking more beautiful than ever.

“Well?” Scholar asked shyly. “Do you like it?”

Tadashi forced a smile and swallowed the cake that felt like sand on his tongue. “It's great. I love it.”

“I’m glad you like it! I have never baked anything before.”

“I can tell.” He responded without thinking, but regretted it as soon as Scholar's smile faltered a little. “I mean, it's a good cake for a beginner, the mixture is a bit stiff though.”

“Yeah, there was no guide, you know, the Wi-Fi went out. I just… I wanted to make something special for you so bad that I couldn’t wait.”

‘Oh, my love, you should have asked Claire to do it for you’ was the only thought Tadashi had while his taste buds suffered. And, in the past, he might have been able to say it out loud or give honest constructive criticism, but he simply couldn’t. Scholar flushed cheeks betrayed how happy and proud they were with the idea of him enjoying their gift, he couldn’t bear to ruin it for them.

Tadashi panicked when Scholar tried to reach the other spoon, so he took their hand on his and squeezed it softly. “Thank you.”

He wasn't going to let Scholar ruin it for themselves either!

“It's no big deal, you've probably eaten better things before,” they said.

“But you made this one. I-It’s better that any of those things”. Tadashi found himself blushing too. He wasn’t lying after all, that cake was the best gift he had been given, although it tasted burnt and raw at the same time.

Scholar let out a giggle that made him feel warm inside. They were so lovely. Pretty bad bakers, put still lovely.

“Oh my. What do we-” Tyler approached them with a playful smile that fade the moment he noticed the cake. “Wow, where did you get that? Looks like someone stepped on it.”

“It doesn't look like that at all. The icing is just a little crooked.” Tadashi retorted instantly as he let go Scholar hand. “Food don’t need to have a good presentation, the flavor is all that matter.”

Tyler was about to argue when the realization popped on his head. His gaze went from Tadashi to Scholar repeatedly until he laughed and said, “I was joking. Food is also an art, and it takes practice, Scholar did very well for a beginner.”

Tadashi sighed in relief.

“You don’t have to lie, Tyler, I know it looks ugly, but it tastes good, Tadashi liked it,” Scholar said. “And thanks for the ingredients, I owe you a big one.”

“Where the hell did you get those things?” Tadashi frowned.

“Why are you thinking about me when it’s Valentine’s Day and they’re right here?” Tyler gestured toward Scholar dramatically. “Relax and enjoy your cake, Tadman, live the moment. Let’s go, take another bite.”

Tadashi gave him a murderous glare for a second before turning to Scholar and smiling. The memory of the hideous taste invaded his mouth and send shivers through his body. Despite that, he took the spoon and tried to gather the necessary strength, it was all about making Scholar happy.

Before he could take a bite, Raquel entered the cafeteria and noticed them. “Hey! Shit, man, that cake is deflating? Are they selling spoi-?”

“Scholar made it,” Tadashi interrupted sharply.

“Oh, I should have noticed, Arlington don’t have this kind of delicacies,” she changed her concerned expression to a smile.

Tyler grinned. “Hey, Raquel, Tadashi said it tastes like heaven. Wouldn't it be great to try it out? It’s a lot of sugar for just one person, isn’t?”

“Really? If Dashi like it, it must be truly good.” Raquel looked the ugly cake with curiosity.

Worried about keeping Scholar happiness unharmed, Tadashi wanted to move the plate away from the others. However, Scholar turned to him expectantly.

“Do you want to share it?” They asked.

Scholar's kindness was in the second row of the Excel that Tadashi named ‘what I like about them’. And he liked it, absolutely like it, but never imagined it would be a double-edged sword.

“I don’t think he minds it, our president has always been a generous soul!” Tyler took the second spoon and gave Raquel a bite of cake.

Tadashi saw in horror how all the color disappeared from Raquel face. Drops of cold sweat appeared on her forehead as she forced the burn-flavored mixture, accompanied by the sugary raw egg icing, down her throat.

“It’s so tasty.” Raquel held back a retch. “Finally some gourmet shit in this school.”

Tyler didn't even laugh as he watched Raquel fight for her life.

“I told you, Scholar, you did great.” Tadashi ate another small piece of cake, this time feeling the uncooked flour sticking in his throat. He coughed to prevent himself from drowning and rubbed his arms. “It’s a little cold in this time of the year.”

Scholars stroked his back as if to warm him, but pulled their hands away when they remembered the presence of their friends. They tried to act normally. “Next time I will bake more for everyone.”

Tadashi's eyes widened when he heard them. As much as he loved them, he could recognize that he would not live long if he had to eat something like that again. It was better if Scholar stayed away from the ovens for a long time.

Still, he endured the sour taste in his mouth and smiled at Scholar. “I would love to try your baking again.”

“I will make cookies for you next time then! That should be easier, and hopefully the Wi-Fi will be working. It’s going to be much better.”

Tyler choked his laugh with his hand. Raquel didn’t even dare to say anything, she was busy wiping her tears after almost passing out.

“Well, I have some study to do. I will see you later, guys.” Scholar stood up from the chair. They gave Tadashi an awkward pat on the shoulders. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“I will see you later.” Tadashi said. “And seriously, thank you. I appreciate it a lot.”

They shared a smile before Scholar left the cafeteria. Tyler and Raquel waved goodbye and waited until they were out of sight to let out their laughs.

“If it wasn't obvious that they liked you, I would think it was an assassination attempt.” Raquel grabbed a napkin and tried to wipe her tongue. “That cake has to be poisonous.”

“Is not that bad. Just a little hard and dry… And sometimes strangely damp,” Tadashi argued. “Scholar did his best for me- I mean, for this to be good.”

“‘Not that bad’, man? It was spicy, and cakes aren’t supposed to be spicy. How did you put up with two bites of that?”

“Now you have my absolute respect. If you eat that whole monster, you can survive anything,” Tyler said.

“No way he’s gonna keep eating it.” Raquel looked at Tyler in disbelief.

Tadashi was too focused on the cake to pay attention to them. It sucked, yes, he couldn't deny it, but he didn't want to throw it away. To tell the truth, he didn't feel like eating it either because it was obvious that he might get sick, but every time he thought of Scholar taking the time to cook for him, he felt both happy and guilty. His crush liked him enough to make a cake that turned out to be the shittiest pastry he had ever tasted. However, it wasn’t just a cake, it was the first one Scholar made in his life, and it was for him. Tadashi he pushed the cake towards him, shielding it from the judgmental eyes with his arms.

Tyler pretended to pray. “Rest in peace. We will remember you as Arlington's greatest president.”

"No fucking way, Dashi, you’re stupidly and absolutely whipped," Raquel said.

Tadashi groaned, even though he knew she was right. Maybe he was a little too much into Scholar to the point of making a regretful choice, like keeping that ugly cake. And although he knew it, he couldn’t help himself. Love had to be an evolutionary disadvantage because that one felt like the best Valentine's Day of his life.

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im trying to write my own carm fic and u just amaze me—how do u write about food so well ? is it prior knowledge, research? i know nothing but i want to incorporate food like u do ♥️♥️ big hearts for the fic!!

im so happy that anyone thinks i write food well so thank you thank you thank you first of all

second of all whatever you write i'm sure it'll be wonderful!!! and third!! it's a mix of a lot let's chat about food for a moment possibly a long moment get over here

I just like food. Just a big fan of food. Very much so a big part of like my culture/family/friends dynamic is showing love through feeding each other/eating together/sharing recipes etc etc-- So in that regard! When it comes to loving food! THat's just me

I have never worked a service job i hope no one can tell. I have friends/family/roommates that work in food service so most RESTAURANT things are from them however MAKING DISHES OOOHHHH

Fuck it, every recipe in Chicago's Kindest and their origins compilation!

Pork Brisket Sandwich!

Pretty much just following the recipe of one of the best sandwiches I've ever had that a dear friend of mine and her partner made me one night. I added the garlic confit because it's Carmen, and I've made confit before so like-- It's good. I think it'd go well. I guess when it comes to things like salt beds, acid/sweet, that just comes from me knowing how to cook a little bit kind of.

Wagyu Steak, Mushrooms, & Croquettes!

This one I straight up yoinked from Daniel NYC, a Michelin Star restaurant who I take from a lot (Yeah it scared the shit out of me when they showed up in the opener of season 3, fucking cameras in my HOUSE good lord.) I found them by looking for reviews of Michelin Star restaurants in New York and found a review of this plate specifically.

I did add the gruyere center to put a slight spin on it, and also made it 3 pieces of steak instead of two. Because One I think 2 cubes is a rip off and 2 I have had croquettes before and they are deeply unsatisfying to chew they need SOMETHING in the middle.

Breakfast Bruschetta !

This is just my own recipe-- I love this to make this for myself on like a weekend when I have the time, or make this for friends when they sleepover. It's good! I prefer feta to parm, also. You also don't have to use basil. Frankly basil is too fragrant. I just have a lot of basil because I grow it.

I don't remember how and why I came up with it-- I think I just really fuck with bruschetta and also love breakfast and eggs.

Oxtail Hot Pocket Wellington

So this is the original recipe from Daniel NYC, however I don't believe they sear it? Reason being, I researched different parts of this recipe and basically-- I knew I wanted it to be bad and go wrong, and specifically be extremely bitter.

And while googling keywords found that searing Fois Gras/Duck can cause a bitter taste! Not sure if it's bitter enough to cause the violent reaction everyone had, but works for me. And then it got altered, of course--

I have no idea if this would work. In theory I think it would. I did make this all up. Feta does have tang. Basil is fragrant. Beef Oxtail Wellington is a thing. I can't see why adding sauces to the internal pastry wouldn't work all that differently than basting with butter?

Again. I guess I just like cooking. But also research! Who is still reading this, who cares. whatever let's keep goin'

Cherry & Lamb :'(

This one was taken from Le Pavillion, Daniel Boulud's restaurant (Yeah, 'Boulud Nod' also scared the shit out of me in season 3), it's also a Michelin Star I believe? I looked over their website/menu after finding them through a directory of restaurants, and I knew I wanted to do something with cherries, so I was really blessed with this recipe from them truly.

Did research on terms I didn't understand, like montmorency and aigre-doux and what the fuck was up with lamb saddle-- I did add the basil because it makes me emotional and Carmen's fuckin obsessed with microgreens as has been made clear.

Oh fuck I did forget drinks are probably also important. We'll talk about the aperol spritz in a second but when it comes to lavender coffee/ black lavender latte-- Man. I just like cardamom and Carmen makes me think of lavender. idunno i'm gay, ANYWAYS

Pop Rocks & Steak :-O

This one is from my brain. As far as I know no Michelin Star place has made something savoury with pop rocks. I did do a dash of research on interesting things people are doing with pop rocks, and did see some fucking psycho on reddit making short ribs with pop rocks, and their girlfriend did think they actually tasted good, and that they caused a salavating of the tongue that made it melt very well

A3 Wagyu - Wagyu is like, marbled steak, and I knew he'd want the quality (it's the BEST!) but in my understanding of food, marbled fat would probably make the pop rocks preemptively melt and so it wouldn't have the same effect-- Looked at a Wagyu chart, found that A3 has less fat more meat, bingo bango

Pomegranate molasses-- It's fruity and it's used in barbecuing all the time-- I figured it'd be the perfect melder of the two concepts. However I do not know how one could make it sorbet thick. that's not my job though, that's carmen's. Would this taste good? I have no idea.

Aperol Spritz, Pink Pepper & Grapefruit

I kept seeing signs on the subway home advertising a ready made canned Aperol Spritz. I haven't actually had one myself. I get a vodka cran and I fuck off, personally. However--

These descriptions are all from research (googlin), and the grapefruit/pink pepper is from me really enjoying the spritz pink pepper scent in the perfumes Missing Person by Phlur and Glossier's You. And I was like oh that'd be nice with grapefruit. They make grapefruit pink pepper bitters? Google search! Yeah they do! Probably would be good. And to me it's very Carmen.

Coconut Emulsion & Souffle

This one was from the fact that I knew I wanted 3 things. I knew I wanted the recipe to come from Chip washing her makeup off, I knew I wanted to have an emulsion, because I think that's a fun word to say, and I knew I wanted it to be coconut-- Cause white, like cleansing balm.

And so, googled Michelin Star Coconut Emulsion. After a lot of scrolling, found Michelin Guide's article on Kei Kobayashi, a chef from Japan earning 3 stars (congrats baby!) and in it, whatdya know?

(combawa is also known as kaffir limes, did some googling, they're known for their zest and stronger scent in comparison to your average lime. )

i've been talking for so long.

what i'm trying to say is i do a lot(? is it alot? idk) of research. I go in with a loose idea of 'i know i want this aspect to this dish' and i go from there!! i also have started taking photos of menus at restaurants and trying to come up with my own shit.

I love food, so it's fun to talk/think about!! I think watching bon apetit back in the day really had an effect on me, honestly. If you want to get into thinking about insane ways to make food, no one was doing it like Sohla when they were so lucky to have her. So i'd reccomend just like,,, OPEN UR BRAIN!! GET WEIRD!! DO A LOOSE BIT OF RESEARCH BUT ALSO SOMETIMES MAKE IT THE FUCK UP!! HAVE FUN!! that's the point !