#this is based off of my cookie baking experiences

[katlyntheartist]

Baking Christmas Cookies 🍪🎄

[cinnnamongrl]

college!ellie and innocent bsf!reader

based on this request! [18+] MDNI as usual. ellie is in love with reader but this is pretty much just smut Lol<3 reader is ‘innocent’ but there’s no mention of past experience or lack of so it’s up for interpretation, one reference of readers hair going past her neck, strap referred to as ellie’s cock/dick, praise, some dacryphilia, edging, some degradation. (lmk if i missed anything!)

ellie had mixed feelings about being your best friend.

on one hand, it was the easiest thing in the world. you were thoughtful, kind, sweet, you always made the effort, always knew how to cheer her up, you would even do cute things like bake little cookies and leave them in her dorm every week. she was lucky to have you and she knew it.

but on the other hand, it was fucking torture. not because of how you were as a friend, of course not. more because of how pathetically hard ellie was pining over you. and the worst part was that you had no fucking clue. no clue how she felt. no clue that every time you would innocently rest your head against hers and cuddle up to her while you watched a movie her heart would beat a million beats per minute. no clue that she often spent more time watching you than the movie. no clue that every time you wore one of your pretty little skirts that barely cover your thighs she lost her fucking mind. no clue that after every single hookup, no matter the girl or how hot or interesting she was, after the deed was done ellie swiftly left their dorms to go and spend time with you (and didn’t stop thinking about you during, either). no clue that she only started dating cat to try and prove to herself that maybe she was just lonely and craved a relationship, that it wasn’t you specially that she wanted. and no clue about the real reason they broke up.

“that’s the second fucking time this has happened, ellie! doing it once is one thing but twice? we’re fucking done.” cat screamed from across her dorm. “it was an accident i just- she was on my mind because i’m seeing her later.” ellie spoke back, voice calmer than cat’s. “that’s the fucking problem isn’t it! you’re seeing her later when you could be spending time with your girlfriend. and even when you’re with me, you’re thinking about her!”. ellie sighed, “it’s not like that. she’s my best friend-“ “you said her fucking name while you were having sex with me, ellie! just- go. we’re over.”

ellie felt guilty about it, she really did. but not as guilty as she felt having to lie to you about the reason for the breakup. and no where near as guilty as she felt for the way her clit pumped in her boxers when your tits pressed into hers as you gave her a sympathy hug. “‘m sorry els.” you spoke gently with a little pout on your lips that she wanted to kiss right off you.

truthfully, although you felt bad, you weren’t really sorry they’d broken up. you didn’t like cat. you couldn’t really say why; she was pretty funny, you guess she was kind of cool, and she seemed to really like ellie. but maybe that was the problem. she would drape her hands over ellie, she would kiss ellie’s cheek, she would hug ellie. hug your ellie. so you couldn’t help but feel a little bit happy that now you didn’t have to share her anymore. that’s how everyone felt about their best friend right?

ellie really did feel like a perv when she started to have feelings for you. it was like you were trying to tease her, despite her being sure you had no idea of the effect you had.

“is this dress too short d’you think?” you asked her, craning your neck to look behind you into the big mirror in the tiny dressing room you’d dragged her into. “uh- no it’s fine” she murmured. “yeah but look, if i-“ you bent over slightly and the dress rode up even further, barely covering your ass, and you analysed your reflection “-do that, isn’t it a little too… revealing” no matter how hard she tried couldn’t tear her eyes from you, couldn’t rid herself of the mental image of your hands smudging the mirror as she fucked you from behind, watching your pretty face in the reflection, grasping a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. “uh i guess it’s pretty short but you um- look good” you smiled big and stood up straight “thanks els.”

it also didn’t help that you were so fucking tactile. holding her hand when you walked to places together, cuddling up to her when you were both chilling on her bed. the first time you put your head on her lap while you watched tv she very nearly audibly groaned.

and god was it hard when you were stressed out. it’s like you became 10x as touchy, practically using her as a stress toy; squeezing her hand, arms, and laying your body across her lap as you ranted about the professor you hated or that upcoming deadline. and she did half of what she wanted to do; she stroked your hair, comforted you with her words, sometimes took you out for ice cream to distract you (which she realised the first time was a grave fucking mistake as soon as she was forced to keep her composure while she watched your tongue swipe agonisingly slow up your cone to collect a sweet vanilla droplet that was travelling towards your hand, and then grin all cute at her like you hadn’t just made her boxers damp). and the other half that she wanted to do but couldn’t? carry you to her bed, undress you all sweet and slow, and then fuck every last inch of stress out of you until the only thing your mind could possibly think about was her and the way she was making you feel.

but none of those moments of temptation and pining rivalled the fiery jealously ellie felt exactly 1 week ago when you told her that a girl from your class had asked you on a date. ellie pretended she didn’t care; what reason could she possibly give for not wanting you to go on a date with a perfectly nice girl. she was always telling you you needed to get some. a stupid part of her brain thought that teasing you like that would cover up that she wanted to be the one to give you some. and an even stupider part of her brain thought maybe if she teased you about it enough that you’d snap and beg her, your more experienced and caring best friend, to take care of you.

secretly, you didn’t really care much about this date, or the girl. she was pretty, but not really your type, and you didn’t really seem to have much of an interest in dating. you weren’t sure why, but a part of you wished ellie told you not to go. you couldn’t understand why “cool. you should go if you want.” made your smile drop slightly and heart feel flat. she was being supportive like any best friend would so why did you feel disappointed? regardless, someone nice wanted to take you out, so you thought ‘why not?’

tonight was the date ellie had been dreading for a very long 7 days. her eyes were following you round your dorm room as you moved from corner to corner scrambling for hair clips, shoes, a jacket, all while a foamy toothbrush stuck out the side of your mouth.

“els help me find that necklace you bought me. the one with the sun on it.” you spoke, words muffled and hands ruffling through your makeup bag. “you’re gonna wear the necklace i bought you?” you looked up “yeah, why not?”. ellie crossed her arms. she had no defence. she just hated the fact that you would be wearing the necklace she bought you for your birthday last year on a date with someone else. “it’s my favourite!” you chirped.

ellie watched for a little longer, making no effort to look for your necklace, manspreading on the edge of your bed. you hated when she did that. it made your tummy feel all funny and squirmy.

“finally!” you spoke suddenly after a few minutes of searching, turning to her with the necklace dangling from your fingers. ellie raised her eyebrows in faux enthusiasm. you weren’t stupid, you sensed she was a little off since you’d been getting ready. “you ok els?” she shuffled a little on your bed “yeah, why wouldn’t i be?”. you walked a little closer to her, “do you not think i should go on this date?” you asked. ellie’s mind flooded with say yes say yes say yes “no-“ she spoke “no- you should go if you want.” seriously? but what excuse did she have anyway? please don’t go on a date with a perfectly nice girl because i’m desperately in love with you and the thought of you with someone else makes me want to rip my heart out. whatever, she just hoped the date sucked. “oh ok.” you replied, a little flatly. did you- want her to say yes? ellie thought. there were a few seconds of silence that hung in the air.

you turned the other way and stood still, “can you do me up?” ellie stayed still, confusion evident in her voice “what?” you turned your head to look at her “my necklace!” “oh-“ ellie stood from your bed and stopped when she was standing facing your back. your hair fell past your neck, covering the back of the necklace, so ellie gently gathered it and laid it to one side over your shoulder. her movements were slow. lingering. almost like it was an effort to take her hand away. her fingers grazing your neck made little tingles gather at your skin which you hoped she couldn’t read from you. ellie always made you feel these weird pleasurable little buzzes when she touched you or looked at you in certain ways, but right now it was heightened, making it harder to ignore, harder to convince yourself they were normal things to feel around your best friend. she moved a step closer as she picked up the two ends of your necklace to attach them. she was close now, her chest almost pressing up against your back.

ellie knew she was treading the line, she allowed her fingers to linger for a few seconds too long as she helped you but she couldn’t help it. it was as if it was her last chance to touch you in case the date went well. she attached the two pieces together and let go of the chain, not moving from her place behind you. she let out a slow breath and it met your neck. you shivered. you hoped she didn’t notice.

she did. her eyes watched you; you were still, apart from the slight movement of your shoulders from breathing a little heavier. ellie’s lowered her voice to a whisper, “you shivered”. you didn’t turn back around. didn’t want her to see you flustered, see your chest rising and falling a little more rapidly and your heart beating quickly. “‘i’m cold” you lied. “yeah?” she questioned, unconvinced. “it’s july.” she added, voice low in your ear. a small sound left your throat, and she chuckled at you. “y’look so pretty. she’s a lucky girl.” you mumbled a ‘thanks’ and she moved both hands to let her fingers stoke alongside the straps of your dress and then slowly down the side of your ribs. “gotta be careful though. you almost look too good… wouldn’t want her getting the wrong idea” you stayed silent. “hm, pretty girl?”. you swallowed, “mm” you managed back. what the hell was she doing to you? something had switched; you were always touchy with each other but this was different; it felt like she knew something about you that you didn’t even know yourself. all the attention and her soft condescending tone was making your head spin.

“you nervous for the date?” ellie asked. a small “mhm” passed your lips. another lie. you weren’t nervous, you just didn’t want to go. ellie tutted a little insincerely “why?” and now her hands were on your sides, thumbs stoking up and down, increasing the nervous tingly buzz through your body. “you don’t wanna go?” you hesitated for a moment and then shook your head. “w-wanna stay here with you” you admitted. she dipped her head down to the curve that meets your neck and your shoulder and she kissed the skin there. “why’s that?” her hands were moving to your hips, she was letting them roam a little, treading that line even further with every inch closer to your thighs. you squeezed your eyes shut, your body felt like it was on fire and you equally hated and loved how weak she was making you feel right now. “cause y-you’re my best friend” you replied weakly. she chuckled again. “best friends don’t make you feel the way people you date do.” a boldness had seemed to ignite in her, sparked by her sudden realization that although you couldn’t see what you did to her, she made you nervous. and ellie had been with enough girls to read the signs when someone is fucking turned on. and that, you were.

her voice was low in your ear, tone darker, “best friends don’t make you nervous.” your eyes remained shut. ellie removed a hand from your hip and ran a finger up the skin your inner arm, bringing goosebumps to the surface. “best friends don’t make you feel all tingly” before you could make up your mind whether to defend yourself or completely give in to her, her hands were back on your hips and she pressed herself against you. your head fell back slightly onto her shoulder. “best friends…” she dipped a hand under your dress and cupped a hand around your clothed cunt “…don’t make you wet”

you whimpered, and reached your hand back to grip onto hers, keeping yourself steady. “els” you whined. she ran a finger over the damp fabric and you whimpered again when it reached your clit. “isn’t that right?”. you nodded, managing a quiet “mhm”. she moved your panties to the side, sliding two fingers through your wetness “who’s this for, hm? who got you this messy?” she taunted. “you” you whispered back, barely audible. “that’s right. y’think your little date could get you wet like this?” god she was mean. she knows. she knows about your secret feelings you’re not even sure you understand yourself. you wonder if she knows the extent. that she makes your head swim whenever she calls you calls you pretty, that you spend endless nights pathetically humping your pillow desperately pushing down thoughts of her trying to convince yourself she was popping up because you just spent so much time together. what you don’t know is that she only figured all this out 3 fucking minutes ago.

you shook you head “just you els”. she tutted mockingly “poor baby. you need me to take care of you?” she continued to let her fingers rub through your folds, “please”. she tapped your hip “turn around, i wanna see your pretty face” you turned, shyness forcing your head to face down to avoid her eyes. ellie grabbed your chin to lift your face up and she kissed you. you moaned into it and a groan escaped her throat at hearing you. your date was long fucking forgotten. “y’sure you want this?” “yes els, please.” she smiled at your desperation and picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around her. she pressed you down onto the bed, her hips snug against yours.

not even 5 minutes later you were stripped bare, little whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips as she worked her mouth on you. every time you got close she stopped to place little kisses on your inner thighs, obsessed with seeing you huff in desperation. “elliiieeee” you’d whine and she’d shush you as soon as her mouth was back on your clit. after your third orgasm she finally drew her mouth from you. she moved her face back up to yours and kissed you, sloppily mixing her saliva with yours.

after that, the two of you barely left each others beds all day. ellie was even more feral than she’d been before, something she didn’t realize was possible. when you were in class? she was texting you shit like ‘wanna taste u again‘ knowing you’d be scrambling to turn your brightness down. and as soon as class was over and you knocked on her door? she was dragging you in, caging you in against the wall and pushing your skirt up.

and it wasn’t too long until she finally got to make use of that strap she’d never even opened (despite not believing her feelings would ever be reciprocated, she’d bought it with only one person in mind, and she just couldn’t bring herself to use it with anyone else that wasn’t that one person…)

she was hovered over you, dragging the silicone cock up and down your slit at an agonising pace, teasing little sounds from you. “you sure you can take it?” she teased. “mhm, i can take you, promise” fuck, you were killing her. she filled you slowly, letting you get used to her size. “more” you near-whispered, eyes squeezed shut from embarrassment. “hey- eyes on me,” she instructed, and you let your eyes fall onto her “you want more?”. you nodded, “please”. ellie pecked your lips and started to move her hips, her cock dragging against your walls making your mouth fall open. ellie was watching you, eyes full of lust and something more. “so so good for me. so pretty” she cooed. your head was already going fuzzy, she’d always made your heart feel fluttery when she praised you but like this, it was a whole different story. she was deep, filling you completely and then nearly pulling out again, making you feel so full in the most perfect way. she snaked a hand under your head and lifted it slightly so you were looking at where your bodies connected “look at that,” she breathed, “taking me so well”. a moan escaped your throat as you watched her cock disappear in and out of you.

despite the desperation pawing at her skin to fuck you stupid as soon as her strap was inside you, she decided she would rather drag it out��� get you desperate, pleading, hear your needy little whines, see your eyebrows drawn together in that adorable little expression that screams “please fuck me faster ellie” and when she finally did, she was still dragging it out, being so mean and not letting you cum. after 20 minutes of the same routine of giving you exactly what you wanted and then slowing down again when you got close, you didn’t even notice your eyes filling up with tears, and the pathetic begs coming from your mouth skipped past the filter that usually would’ve caught them before they were spoken.

“please ellie, please. wanna cum so bad” she pouted down at you as she wiped a tear that had rolled down your cheek “you crying baby? you wanna cum that bad?” you nodded your head frantically, blinking the tears away. she tilted her head to the side, “i might not let you- you look so pretty like this”. a strangled whine left you at her threat. but she picked up her pace again, and only a few minutes later you were almost reaching your peak again and this time she was nice. so so nice. as you started to reach your climax she kissed you. you gripped her tightly and your body started to shake as she groaned into your mouth “that’s right. come for me, pretty girl”.

ellie thought missionary would always be her favourite; she wanted to be able to see your face twisted in pleasure, to have your neck, your tits, your stomach right in view on display for her… but the first time you let her hit it from the back? it was like it released something feral inside of her, and she was suddenly spilling everything she’d been keeping inside for so long.

“god, you know how fucking hard it was for me? when you’d walk around in those tiny fucking skirts? cute little ass almost showing-“ she was rambling, words falling out of her mouth as she fucked you, your ass arched up and her hands gripping your hips as she drove into you hard “made it so hard for me not to bend you over and make you take it.” you clenched around the plastic at her words “mmgh you- you should have.” you managed in broken breaths, both of you too drunk on each other to really process what you were saying. “yeah, you woulda liked that? filthy little thing. bet you did it on purpose, huh? wore those little clothes cause you wanted me to snap and finally fuck you like a little slut?” your breathing was all over the place, practically panting as your head went fuzzy from her words. “mhm” you mumbled. ellie was close herself, the harness rubbing deliciously against her clit as she fucked you, mind fuzzy with the idea of coming with you. “rub your clit for me, angel” she spoke “wanna see you cum all over my dick”. you obeyed, lifting a hand to rub little circles on your swollen bud, intensifying the pleasure by tenfold and brining you even closer to your release. it wasn’t long until the pleasure was all-consuming, your eyes rolling back as she fucked you through your orgasm. before you could come down from it she was reaching her own a few seconds later, her pretty mouth hung open in pleasure and hands still gripping your hips tight.

a few minutes later you were both laid beside each other, limbs crossing and bodies sticky with heat as your breathing started to return to normal. “was that all true? was it really that hard to be around me?” you giggled. ellie snorted “yeah, to be honest. drove me fucking crazy” she smiled at you teasingly, “you’re still hard to be around”. your eyebrows raised “in a good way?” ellie let out a small laugh, “yeah in a good way. in a ‘how can you walk around looking that beautiful and expect me not to wanna kiss your face off in front of the entire lecture hall’ way”. you giggled, “that’s so sweet”. she smirked at you, “and then have your legs held up on my shoulders as i ea-” “ellie!” you shoved her playfully, embarrassment returning in your post-sex come down. she laughed out loud “don’t get all shy on me now! did you hear yourself 10 minutes ago?” she teased. you twisted your body the other way to hide your face but she grabbed you, holding you down and ignoring your giggly pleas, nipping little kisses all over your face and neck.

it didn’t take long for your laughter and playful teases to settle and sleepiness to overtake. and both of you always slept well like this; curled up tightly against each other, completely still apart from rising chests and a hand tracing little circles on a leg or stomach. and now a slight movement from your hips that accidentally pushed into ellie in a not-so-innocent way, or a sweet sleepy sigh that makes her heart flutter, didn’t interrupt her sleep with racing thoughts of guilt and confusion- now they simply lulled her into contented rest, knowing that you were all hers.

[hederasgarden]

Just Pretend

Summary: For a moment, Six thinks about how his life could be different.  Paring: Sierra Six (Court Gentry) x F!Reader Word Count: 700 Rating: 18+ only. Mild violence. Six does watch the reader without her knowledge but it's all above board. A/N: This is based on my thoughts about how Sierra Six would 100% have a housewife kink. Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for looking over this story. 

Masterlist ♡ The Grey Man Masterlist

Six doesn’t mean to watch you. 

He knows it’s wrong, a violation of privacy, but after all the awful things he’s done, it seems small by comparison. Each time he finds his eyes drawn to you he promises himself it’s the last. It’s a lie of course because being stuck in a safe house for weeks on end, there isn’t much else to do. You live in the apartment next to the mark he’s collecting intel on. The blinds to your living room and bedroom are always drawn but he can see clearly into your kitchen where you spend most of your time.

It’s oddly relaxing to see you do mundane things like cooking dinner or baking cookies. You spend your mornings before work reading from your tablet and drinking tea at the little table you’ve wedged under the large window. Sometimes you’ll do the crossword there on Sundays, nose scrunched up as you solve the riddles and pencil in your answer. There’s a row of potted plants on the shelf that you take meticulous care of, watering them and cleaning the dust off their leaves with a damp cloth weekly. 

He loves the cooler days the best when you’ll throw open the window and he can hear the soft music you play and catch the smell of whatever you’re cooking. You’ve been baking more recently, experimenting with decorating cupcakes and cookies. Six admires the concentration it takes to sit, bent over a table to painstakingly create intricate designs for long stretches of time. He imagines you giving treats to your coworkers and friends. He knows they'd taste good, infused with the love and dedication you pour into them.

As far he can tell you don’t have anyone important in your life, at least that lives close by. You’re home every day by 5:30 pm on the dot and on the weekends you only seem to leave for groceries, although he’s seen two different men walk you back to your apartment in the evening. You never kiss or invite them up but you wear pretty sundresses that cling to all the right places on your body. Six is quick to push away that kind of thought. That’s dangerous territory. It’s bad enough he’s spying on you without your knowledge. 

This afternoon it looks like you’re making pasta and homemade bread. His stomach growls at the thought of warm, buttery bread. For a moment he lets himself fantasize what it would be like if he could share a meal with you, to be the person you spent hours cooking for. He likes to think you’d be the type to watch him take the first bite, anxious to see if he liked the new recipe. You’d probably smile and shyly look away when he complimented you, secretly pleased. 

Six thinks about cleaning up after dinner with you, the quiet, comfortable way the two of you would move around the small kitchen together. He'd wash and dry the dishes while you put away the leftovers. Afterward, the two of you would curl up on the couch and watch a movie. Six is willing to bet money you have a collection of soft blankets to burrow under. You'd probably fall asleep before the movie ends, head pillowed against his shoulder, and sleepily protest when he says you should go to bed. 

Before his thought can go further, a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye has him swinging the scope sharply to the right. It's the target, emerging from his apartment for the first time in weeks. The older man yawns and stretches, unaware he's being watched.

Six sighs, and flips open the shitty old Nokia phone he was given for the mission. 

"Target confirmed."

"10-4. Execute. Exfil will be waiting in the south alley," the faceless voice on the other end of the line commands. 

"Understood," Six replies, dropping the phone and grinding it under the heel of his boot. 

Before he can help himself, he looks back at your open kitchen window. You take a sip of wine and bite into a piece of bread, eyes closing with a smile as you savor the taste. His gaze lingers, longer than it should before he forces himself back to the task at hand. 

He takes slow, even breaths and leans his shoulder into the butt of the rifle, squeezing the trigger. The man topples back into the apartment. Below, the street traffic continues, unaware of what just occurred. The urge to look back at you is strong but Six buries it and disassembles his weapon. 

That isn't his life.

 This is and there's no amount of pretending that will change that.

♡

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[911coded]

Maddie and Eddie get poked a bit for all their “help” since the break up, but some good conversations are had. 🥹

Chapter 4: Ready To Lose

Buck knocks on Eddie’s door the next morning with a hangover and one last tin of christmas cookies. When Eddie comes to the door and sees the tin in his hand, his face falls.

“Aw, man, I can’t eat any more sweets!” Eddie whines. Buck chuckles as he brushes past him.

“Last batch, I promise, I’m just finishing up the last of my baking ingredients. I’m trying to clean out my kitchen and I need to talk to you about something,” Buck explains. Despite his whining, Eddie takes the tin from Buck's hand and stuffs a cookie in his mouth and motions for the kitchen.

“What’s up? You don’t look great,” Eddie said. Buck rolls his eyes and takes a seat at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, I got wine drunk with Karen yesterday afternoon which turned into evening as we talked through some decisions I needed to make,” Buck revealed.

“I hope you know you could have come to me, Buck. Just because I’m moving back to Texas doesn't mean we can’t talk, man, it just means it will be over facetime or text,” Eddie insisted.

“I know that, we’re good Eddie, I promise. I just needed to talk to someone who didn’t have a personal interest in my decisions and experience working for a classified program,” Buck explained.

Eddie chokes on the latest cookie, “Class-w-what?” Eddie asked, getting up to wipe his face with a napkin.

“Yeah, so I contacted an old friend when I found out Tommy had run away to Antarctica. He’s a civilian contractor with the air force and when I met him, he was stationed out of McMurdo, which is,” Buck said, waving a hand in the air.

“Where Tommy is, yeah. So, you are finally ready to chase him?” Eddie asked. Buck gave him a side eye with a huff and crossed his arms over his chest. “Come on, now, I apologized for the phone keep away thing!” Eddie exclaimed with a finger poke to Buck’s chest. Buck swatted his hand away and leaned forward, resting his chin on a fist.

“Anyway, this friend I mentioned talked to some of his coworkers and the next thing I know I’m getting a job offer and a retired general is traveling to the other side of the world to talk to Tommy about a job possibility, too,” Buck said.

“Jesus, Buck, who is your friend?”

“A botanist.”

“What the fuck?” Eddie swatted at the air with a hand. “Never mind. Classified. Right. Are you sure about this, Buck?”

“Yeah, I think it’s important and I know enough to be cautiously optimistic that this could be really great. I want more for my career and with you leaving, the station will lose heavy rescue status until you come back or they replace you. Either way, I would probably need to move on. When Bobby retires, Hen or Chim will be in place to take over and I’m not sure that captain is what I want next anyway. Maddie is settled with Chim and we don’t need each other for support the same way we did before. Worst case, one or both of us joins the program for 6 months to a year and then we come back to Los Angeles….” Buck trailed off.

“Or best case it’s an amazing opportunity and the two of you are wildly happy on some classified base doing big damn hero things and get married and adopt a couple of adorable babies,” Eddie finished with a shit-eating grin and a waggle of eyebrows.

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Evan.Buckley13@gmail.com

To: David.Parrish.civ@mail.mil

Dave,

You are nuts but I’m in. I put in for a leave of absence with the LAFD for 6 months. I can make a commitment with your program right now without any other information for that much time. I trust you, but without knowing what I’ll be doing, I don’t want to cut off the possibility of coming back to LA.

I’m renting out my loft to another firefighter for at least the next six months and already packed up my personal stuff to go into storage with my jeep. I’ve said all my goodbyes and I’ve contracted with a rental agency to manage everything for me, so I’m pretty much set. I just need to know what to bring with me, or what is safe to bring, and I can be in Colorado Springs on Monday.

Was it Jack that met with Tommy? How did it go? I’ve been trying not to think about it but I’m worried about Tommy. Is he ok? He’s very good at the stoic military man schtick, but he’s gotta be freaking out if General Jack gave him any information. (Do you think he hates me for bringing him to the attention of your generals? I’m trying to stay positive but you know more than anybody what I’m like.) I can’t think anymore, I’m booking the tickets and I’ll send you another message later today with my flight information. Should I expect a pick up/escort or do I make my way there myself?

Later,

Buck

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Buck was stacking boxes in the corner of the kitchen and trying to decide whether he should leave his towels or take them with him (they were really nice, really fluffy towels) when someone knocked on his door.

He opened it to find Maddie standing there impatiently.

“Uh, come in? I thought I was coming to dinner tonight. Did I forget something we had planned?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Maddie bustled around Buck and took in the stack of boxes.

“What’s going on, are you moving?” Maddie asked.

Buck walked around Maddie and went back to closing up the last box, “Not exactly. I was going to tell you tonight that I put in for a leave of absence for some training in Antarctica right after New Years. I leave Monday.”

“Wait. You are going where?!!” Maddie exclaimed and twisted her hands together.

Buck sighed, already done with this conversation. “I’m taking a leave of absence from the LAFD and going to Antarctica. I am going to be an on-call firefighter and help with SAR at the Air Force base down there for a few months. I’ll be back in plenty of time for my newest nibling to be born. This is why I wanted to have this conversation over dinner where we could all stay calm and I could explain properly.”

“That-that’s not the point. I thought you were going to let the universe bring you someone special,” Maddie said, searching for a way to turn the conversation around.

“No, Maddie, that’s what you said, but I didn’t agree. I had already found my someone special. We just need to sit down and talk out how to work around our insecurities. I have a plan,” Buck stated calmly.

“And it includes going to Antarctica?” Maddie asked.

“Well, that’s where Tommy is at the moment.”

Maddie scoffed, crossing her arms, “So, you’re what, moving halfway around the world for a boy?!”

Buck tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at his sister in disbelief.

“Maddie, I’m not asking you what to do here, I’m letting you know what I have decided,” Buck insisted. Ok, this is what we are doing now. Awesome. “Look, I’m sorry that going to you every time I’m confused about things gave you the impression that I need you to tell me what to do before I make a move in my life. I do that because I want you to be part of my life. We lived apart for more than ten years before you came to LA. And I grew into an adult in that time. Sure, I made the sort of decisions that late teens, early twenties men make sometimes, but I made a life for myself without you. I just didn’t want it that way. I like talking out my problems with you, I just don’t like that it gives others the idea that I can’t make decisions without help from someone else. My brain works on a problem best by talking it out, I just happen to like talking it out with you. If I needed advice on how to deal with a relationship runner, I’d talk to Chimney.” Maddie gasps and sits down at the dining table, looking stricken.

Buck winced and attempted to redirect. “I’m not blaming you for it, we are past that. It’s just the different ways we deal with anxiety. And I know you are working on it in therapy, I can see how well you and Chim are doing, but can you honestly say that every bump in the road doesn’t send your brain for a millisecond into run mode?” He asked and reached across the table for Maddie’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

Maddie slumped down to rest her head on her arm on the table and sighed, “No, I can’t. So what do you need my help with?”

Buck smiled softly at his sister, “I just need your support. I’m trying something new with my life. This may grow into an amazing opportunity for my professional life as well as a way to get my personal life back on track. I made friends in all those years of wandering around, taking odd jobs and learning new things. I have contacts that I can call for information or advice. It wasn’t all partying and sex, you know.” Maddie turned her head to face Buck with a skeptical look on her face and a badly hidden smirk.

Buck huffed and rolled his eyes, “Well, ok, there was plenty of partying and sex but wait, so, I worked as a bartender in Virginia Beach, got my mixology certification. Uh, I worked construction in NOLA, learned a ton about remodelling old houses. Then, there was Montana, where I worked as a ranch hand, learned about horses and how to lasso a calf, but I also trained to do SAR work in the mountains. I went to Coronado and did the SEAL trails where I learned how hard I could push my body and how to handle a weapon. That didn’t work out, I didn’t have the right mindset for that kind of life, so I headed south and ended up in Peru bartending again, while also volunteering for SAR work. After about a year, I followed some guys that were going to share a house here in LA. I had seen a movie about firefighters one weekend and decided that firefighting could be what I was looking for, so I decided to join the academy. That’s the highlights, anyway,” Buck finished his speech with a wave of his hand and a shrug.

“Why didn’t you tell me about any of this before?” Maddie asked, sitting up to give him her full attention.

“No one asked.” Buck shrugged, “I know we talk, but when you first got here, I was afraid to say anything to upset you so you wouldn’t leave again and you needed me to need you. Then after a while….” Buck trailed off.

“No one asked,” they finished together.

Maddie sighed, “Here’s something I can give you.” She visually braced herself, “He’s going to have a hundred reasons why he did the right thing. Reasons why he’s not right for you. That you deserve better. He’ll sound completely reasonable, logical even. But, he’s not afraid that he’s not good enough. He’s afraid that someday you will realize that you can do better. And that you’ll want to. That you will think he’s not good enough. So, he convinces himself that this way is better. But, he was already too far in at the first sign of cracks on the surface. You get to be happy. He doesn’t deserve it, but you do. And that’s all that matters in the end.”

“Fuck,” Buck rasped.

Maddie pushed on, voice strained, “You have to convince him that you are aware of the risks. That you know what you are getting into. That you know very well about his flaws and various neuroses. But, you want to put in the work. That you are going to put in the work. That your future doesn’t work without him in it, so he’s just gonna have to deal with that. But, if that all fails, promise me little brother, if he can’t love you back, if he’s too far gone to come back, don’t bury yourself with him. You know him better than I do, better than Howie and Hen. You’ll know if putting in the work will get you what you want.”

Buck stared at his sister, wide-eyed, “Wow. Therapy is really working for you.” Maddie huffed a laugh and wiped tears from under her eyes. “Thanks,” Buck said sincerely.

Maddie giggled softly, “For what? Spewing my therapy notes all over you?”

“No,” Buck said. “For giving me advice on how to love a runner.” They both sniffed back tears and stood to hug it out. “Wait. Why did you come over, anyway?” Buck asked.

Maddie laughed a little manically, “I’m craving. I really need one of your lemon loaves.”

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David.Parrish.civ@mail.mil

To: Evan.Buckley13@gmail.com

Buck,

The good news is that your Tommy seems to be pretty cool under pressure. The bad news is that the pressure was Jack. 😬I should have insisted that John go. In fact, when Jack came back to the mountain with Daniel still yelling at him, I asked John to go make the actual job offer. Let the flyboys bond over the quiet of Antarctica in a helicopter. I’m afraid that Jack jumped ahead with some of the classified stuff, so hold off on contacting him just yet. You’ll get your chance soon, I promise. Daniel did say that Tommy was worried about how Jack knew of you, and I can see from your last message that you’re worried about him, too. I think he and John will have a good talk.

On to the fun stuff! Clothes wise, bring an assortment of casual clothes for all types of weather, BDU’s will be provided for anything on duty. The base is on the ocean, so anything you need for recreation on the water, bring it, there are usually surfboards to borrow. As far as personal electronics go, you are welcome to bring what you want but your phone won’t work once you get there. Someone will be sent to pick you up from the airport, I don’t know yet who.

I’m really looking forward to seeing you in person again, Buck. I really think you will like it here.

There’s nothing quite like it on earth, and I think you’ll fit right in. See you Monday!

Dave

Tags for those who asked: @eliotwaughdeservesbetter @grimmsdead @anangrylittlehobbit

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SHENANIGANS: Where Mai gives headcanons to the Voices in your Head ™️ based purely off vibes!!

This episode: THE VOICES IN COOKING/BAKING

So we are back here again. Time to whip out the cakes and be sure to NOT forget to turn off the oven! Uhh spoilers kinda

Voice of the HERO: Look, I love Hero. And she is admittedly good with a lot of things. Fighting, leading (when push comes to shove), negotiating, gardening...but COOKING is where she struggles. Like, she's not bad that warrants a ban from the kitchen, and she can cook. It's just not great. And she beats herself up over it. The food itself is fine, maybe a lil burnt but serviceable.

Voice of the SMITTEN: do I need to say why he would be a good cook? This is a canon fact!what else is there to say?! Well...I can say he prefers to experiment and go overboard. Leftovers are NOT allowed when he's in charge, so everyone leaves stuffed.

Voice of the SKEPTIC: this may just be me, but Skeptic is the guy you go to for if you want something good and simple. He's not the best, but unlike hero he doesn't beat himself up over it. He makes a lot and there is plenty for tomorrow, if you feel like it. The Prince of Comfort Food.

Voice of of the CHEATED: luck may not be on her side, but the culinary gods sure are! She is EXTREMELY careful so there's no spill to trip over, no accidental knife tricks, no using the wrong ingredients or spices, unless they just don't have something. She basically "cheat-proof" the kitchen the best of her abilities. Sometimes she fails, and that sends her spiraling. But when she succeeds, she is so happy!! Oh, and her food is OK. What? Smitten takes the crown of Cooking King, she ain't beating him.

Voice of the PARANOID: surprise, surprise, he stress bakes. But only in the oddest of hours during bouts of nightmare and insomnia. Sure he doesn't do it ALL the time, but hey, can't go wrong with chocolate chip cookies at 2 AM with some Chai. Default Comfort Food King of the Voices.

Voice of the STUBBORN: In line with my hc of him being Aussie: let the man GRILL. He is meticulous in prepping, cutting, marinating the best meats he can get his hands on. He treats the kitchen like a battleground (which is why someone needs to help him clean up). But you don't wanna eat JUST that every day. Luckily, when he cooks, there's plenty for the next month or so. That's plenty of time to cleanse your palette.

Voice of the BROKEN: due to her legs, she can't exactly stand still and make a meal for 10 other people. But she is willing to help with cooking all the same. It makes her feel useful. Often with Hero or Cheated, you'd find her on a chair or in the corner, diligently peeling onions, potatoes, and such with automation not unlike a robot. Her appetite, though, leads her to not being able to join them for meal time. But it's ok, she grabs a plate later and enjoys it then. Sometimes you don't gotta force your gut.

Voice of the OPPORTUNIST: As a diligent boyfriend, he has picked up a recipe or two to show Thorn. Much like Hero, his meals are fine. Not good, not bad. The issue comes from actually being left alone to do anything. Most of the time, he doesn't like cooking for himself, let alone for the others. It's just something he picked up out of necessity. He'd settle with any leftovers if Smitten didn't had a say in that. However, they have a chore wheel for a reason so every 2 weeks, he sucks it up and cooks. He would just intentionally suck ass to not be put up to this, but that's not who he is, anymore.

Voice of the COLD: much like his hair still being silky smoothe for no reason, so is his "non-existent" cooking skills. Every time it's his turn, there's only one thing and it's a stew from some kind. Its a good stew, but since they never see him do anything, everyone thinks he just got Belle over to cook for him. Cold is not answering their questions, so it's a mystery. (Skeptic has tried to catch Belle, with no luck).

Voice of HUNTED: he doesn't cook, case close. He hates the conflicting smells and spices, he hates the stoves and oven, he hates how there are so many knives in one place. Sometimes he's more paranoid than Paranoid, in the kitchen. If you let him cook, it's something that won't straight up kill you, but he woule be uncomfortable through the process. Though, if it's just to watch others cook, he is perfectly fine, excited even. Because he's not alone and he can step in and help them if they get injured.

Voice of the CONTRARIAN: you'd think she's chaotic and...you'd be absolutely right. Weird food cravings and combos, odd snacks and drinks, Connie is the food fiend and OFFICALLY banned from the kitchen. That sign doesn't stop her bc she can't read tho. So rather than entering the kitchen alone, she sneaks in to modify that day's meal. This is where Hunted comes into play. It's a cat and mouse game, in there. Still, no one can stop her from eating stuff like lady fingers dipped in ranch dressing. Or bacon wrapped strawberries. (Smitten absolutely had a heart attack)

BONUS: COOKING TOGETHER.

They rarely cook together, like all in one, since they only have one kitchen. But it's their best memories together. Sometimes they invite the Princesses so they can make much more than usual. It becomes a psudeo date/picnic with everyone enjoying each other's company.

And they always save 2 plates for Shifty and Larry. They may be Gods who are experiencing everything through their voices and vessels, but they still deserve a plate at the table. (They appreciate it)

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A Promise for a Kiss

Characters: Jude Jazza x F!Reader Tags: Fluff and Humor, One Shot, Kissing Word Count: 2297 Note: Inspired by Jude's Secret in the My Wicked Little Secret Event and of course, Jude's O_O face.

You discover through a chance encounter that Jude has weak lungs. But... how do you get him to quit smoking!?

ao3 link here.

You didn’t mean to overhear Jude and Roger that day in Roger’s infirmary. You were down there because you had burned yourself while baking scones for tea and wanted to dress the burn before it became infected.

Their footsteps echoed off the stone walls as they came down the stairs, the sound overshadowed by Jude’s dry hacking coughs. He was hunched over, chest heaving as coughs racked his body, struggling to breathe between fits with ragged breaths.

“Tch… Give it to me already,” Jude rasped, his voice strained from the friction and lack of air.

“Talk about a bad temper. You sound like someone demanding a beer at the pub.” Roger taunted the irate man next to him, amusement dancing in his eyes when he noticed you standing by the bookshelf. “Oh hey, lil lady. You hurt?”

You startled, feeling like you had just been caught red-handed with your hand in a cookie jar at Jude’s piercing stare, though you knew you had done nothing wrong. “Ah, yes. Sorry, I borrowed some ointment from you.” You motioned to the jar on the desk before you and your arm that was half-bandaged at this point.

While you continued to wrap the bandage and secure it into place, you noticed Roger reach into a cabinet where he pulled out an unlabeled bottle along with a syringe. Jude glared at the former doctor, but quickly rolled up his sleeve exposing his upper arm as coughs continued to violently seize his body. Your mouth dropped open at the sight of Roger roughly stabbing the syringe into Jude’s arm without any warning, who closed his eyes and sighed in relief without a single retort as the coughing dissipated. 

“What kind of injection is that?” you couldn’t help, but ask, finding the whole scene before you bizarre.

“A dangerous drug that ain’t been clinically tested or approved,” Jude muttered rolling his sleeve back down, his voice hoarse. 

You blinked. You wondered if you heard him correctly. Did he just say a dangerous drug, a dangerous untested drug? 

Based on Crown’s stance on the illegal drug trade, you were fairly certain it was not an illegal drug of any kind. Nor did Jude seem to be the type who would dabble in such activities. Was it an experiment of Roger’s, then? But if that were the case, you highly doubted Jude would be such a willing participant to the point of demanding the injection himself.

Roger chuckled at your expression, ruffling your hair with his big hand, which you swatted away. “I like that suspicious look on your face.” He turned to Jude who glowered at the both of you from where he stood. “Aw, you have someone to worry about you. Good for you, Jude."

Jude narrowed his eyes at Roger as if he were telling him to ‘watch it’, but said nothing, instead choosing to adjust his long coat that had fallen askew during his fit.

Roger snorted derisively before turning back to you. You couldn’t help, but think he may be having too much fun poking at Judes ire. “I’ve tried all kinds of things, and this is the most effective way to manage his symptoms.”

Symptoms? You felt your heart lurch at the word. You bit your lip, brows wrinkling at the thought of Jude being ill. Not that you would admit you were worried, though you weren’t sure why you would be worried about him in the first place.

“Symptoms? Is he ill?” You kept your voice light, but it tumbled out at a higher pitch than normal. You glanced at Jude whose attention was on the floor with his arms crossed, back against the wall. During your time at Crown, you had experienced Jude’s sharp tongue both directly and indirectly, and his silence was deafening to the point you wondered if he was even listening.

“They’re better now with treatment, but his lungs used to be real weak.” 

Oh. You snuck a glance at Jude, but couldn’t picture him as weak in any manner despite having witnessed his coughing just moments before. Your heart throbbed at this new revelation.

Jude raised his eyes to meet yours, something flashing in his eyes before scowling at Roger, confirming that he had indeed been following the conversation. “Oi, ever hear ‘bout doctor-patient confidentiality?” Jude pushed himself off the wall, but faltered, swaying on his feet. “Ah, damnit. Dizzy spell’s comin’ on again. Ya gave me the wrong dose, didn’t ya?” he accused Roger, taking in a sharp breath and slamming his hand against the wall to steady himself.

Roger replied with an air of nonchalance, shrugging at Jude, “Even if I did, the correct answer is still, I don’t know what the right one is, because I’m still gathering data from your body.”

You gaped at Roger’s admission. Not only was he treating Jude with a medicine that was being tested as it was being administered, he didn’t even know the correct dosage Jude needed. A chilling thought occurred to you sending a shiver down your spine. “Would Jude die if you injected him with too much?”

Roger contemplated the question for a second before bursting into hearty laughter. “Maybe!”

You continued to gape at the guffawing man in stunned silence. You couldn’t understand, for the life of you, how he remained so unbothered at the idea that he might accidentally kill his patient because he didn’t have enough data. Surely, Jude himself would be concerned at the insanity of the current situation, but when you looked to Jude, he also appeared nonplussed, though slightly irritated and much less amused than his counterpart, despite continuing to steady himself against the wall.

How were they both so damn calm about this?!

A few days later as you were passing by the parlor, you caught a glimpse of Jude smoking a cigarette and reading a book with a complicated-looking title in the large bay window.

You sighed. Roger had mentioned that he had weak lungs. Breathing in combusting paper and tobacco couldn’t possibly help. You approached the smoking man, who made no move to acknowledge your presence.

You paused, debating if he would snipe at you as he normally did, and if you were okay with that. “Is it okay for you to smoke?” you finally asked, strangely bothered at the sight of him having his cigarette.

Jude briefly glanced up at you, and then returned his attention to the book, ignoring you completely.

God, this man just had a way of annoying you, and yet knowing what you now knew about his lungs, you couldn’t help, but genuinely worry about him, fully knowing that you were wasting your time. You turned around to leave, but your heart began to throb once again, stopping you from walking away. Letting out a frustrated huff, you balled your hands into fists and turned back around to face him.

“I know in the past they thought smoking was good for you, but lately doctors are saying it can actually be harmful,” you stated, observing Jude for any indication he was listening, of which there was none. Internally, you fumed at his silence, but you also felt a sliver of desperation, a need to get through his thick skull. “Since Roger is treating you, I thought maybe–”

“Not a treatment, is it? It’s an experiment,” Jude commented.

You blinked at his interruption. Technically, that was true. You watched as Jude brought the half-burned cigarette to his lips, taking in a long drag and listlessly exhaling a puff of smoke while continuing to keep his eyes on his book. His long fingers tapped the ash into the ashtray next to him. There were six cigarette butts in a pile of ash in the tray. Just how many had he smoked in one sitting over how many hours?

Truth be told, you didn’t know Jude well. In fact, you only knew three things about the man. One, that he loved money. Two, that he loved other people’s misery, the sadistic prick. Three, that he was always sarcastic. And now, with this new information, you knew four, that he had weak lungs which required experimental treatment.

However, today, Jude seemed to have lost his usual edge, and he looked exhausted. Your heart clenched. This was not the man you had come to know during your time in Crown, and you loathed that it worried you… greatly.

“If ya keep starin’ like that, ya might burn a hole right through me,” Jude mumbled.

His words were missing their usual punch, and it threw you off-balance. You clasped your hands together scrutinizing Jude’s uninterested profile. If he wasn’t going to be forthright with what was ailing him, you would have to drag it out of him.

“Are you busy with work?” you asked. 

It had been a great surprise to you to learn that Jude was actually quite intelligent when you discovered him reading various books on complex topics in the library. According to Victor, Jude not only ran a trading company, but was also trying to branch out into the financial sector. Occasionally, he and Ellis would go out to collect debts directly themselves, and on top of running essentially two businesses, he also participated in missions for Crown.

No wonder he was so tired.

“None of your business,” Jude snapped.

You noted the dark bags under his eyes and the dull sheen of his skin. “Are you not getting enough sleep?”

“That ain’t none of your business neither.”

His reply had some bite, but his usual sharp voice was still slightly hoarse. While he wasn’t currently coughing, you wondered if he was still coughing occasionally in private, and if warm honey lemon tea might soothe his throat. On that note, you realized you didn’t know if Jude liked honey. You couldn’t recall if he had ever reached for the honey pot during meals.

“You sound rough. It really might be better to stop smoking.” This time when you shared the sentiment, your voice was much softer, and you winced, hoping that he wouldn’t pick up on the gentle concern.

“Tch…” Jude finally moved from his position. He stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, and making eye contact with you, his eyes blazing with a strong emotion you couldn’t identify, he reached over to grab your chin. “I’ll quit if ya kiss me instead.”

Your mind went blank. “What?” was all you could muster at his question, and you internally cursed as a warm flush began creeping up your neck and then your face. His face was unnervingly close, and you could smell the cigarette on his breath, which you were surprised to find wasn’t unpleasant coming from him. His merciless glare bore into you. You held your breath, overwhelmed by his scent of cigarette smoke and spice, the heat radiating off of his body, and the intensity of his stare.

Jude narrowed his eyes, then quickly let go of you like a child who had tired of playing with his toy.

“Not my fault if ya dunno how to take a joke,” he muttered.

You let out the breath you had been holding, rubbing where Jude’s hands had been, still burning from his lingering touch. You berated yourself for worrying about him. Of course he was just fine. What had you been so worried about? Yet, a dull ache settled in your chest.

“Couldn’t die even if I wanted to ‘cuz of that shit promise anyway. Like hell are some damn cigs gonna do me in.”

You heard Jude grumble to himself under his breath, piquing your curiosity. “What promise?” you asked without thinking.

“Tch…” Jude grimaced, realizing that he had expressed his thoughts out loud. “Got nothin’ to do with ya, does it? Forget it.” You furrowed your brows. To whom did he make a promise? Did he mean the promise he made with Ellis, or was there another promise that you hadn’t heard about? And what did he mean, he couldn’t die even if he wanted to? 

The questions swirled around in your brain. Despite the sting of Jude’s sharp sarcasm, the desire to learn more about this man smoldered deep within you, but he would have to remain alive in order for you to continue learning about him. Chewing on the inside of your bottom lip, you slowly came to a conclusion, the only conclusion. He would have to quit smoking.

You grabbed Jude by the collar, dragging him down until his face was almost level with yours. Closing the rest of the height difference by standing on your toes, you pressed your lips to his. 

His lips were thin, but surprisingly soft and warm. He parted his lips in surprise, and you took advantage of the opening to deepen the kiss, tasting the cigarette smoke still left in his mouth on your tongue. You pressed into him, dizzy from his firm body against yours. For a moment you wondered how it would feel to run your hands over his lean, muscular body.

You pulled away, softly panting to catch your breath, releasing his crumpled shirt from your hands. Jude’s purple eyes looked down at you, open wide, his mouth agape.

“You said you’d quit if I kissed you,” you breathlessly murmured. You beamed at him, lips curving upwards into a cheeky grin. “Now you have one more promise to keep.”

You softly pressed your lips to his again, once more for good measure, to ensure he would keep his promise and not for any other reason, of course, and then promptly spun around on your heel, exiting the parlor.

There were many questions you wanted to ask Jude. He would just have to stay alive and healthy until he could answer all of them.

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Whoopie!

Summary: You decide to play baker while Yelena is at work and you’re stuck at home recovering from an injury. A fluffy sugar rush ensues. 

Pairings: Yelena Belova x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Angst

Word Count: 2k words

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst, but with a happy ending. Mentions of injury. 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! I took from my own experience as a dessert lover with a tendency for sugar rushes. Plus, I like the idea of Yelena saying whoopie lmao.

You were feeling restless, cooped up at home. You had already cycled through the TV channels several times that morning, having exhausted all the episodes of Friends on Netflix. It had only been a week since a mission gone awry left you with a gunshot wound to the shoulder and a few lacerations. After undergoing surgery and spending a week in the Med Bay, Cho gave you the green light to continue your recovery at home.

You felt ready to return to work in some capacity, but Yelena insisted that you should keep resting at home. It was her first day back at the compound following your surgery, so you knew she would be calling soon to check on you and ensure you were sticking to the rest. While trying to pick something to watch, you came across an episode of The Great British Bake Off. This show was familiar to you – back when you and Wanda were on an undercover mission together, she had convinced you to watch it with her.

You were notorious for your sweet tooth, which was common knowledge among the team. Your unique habit of stashing candy in your suit pockets sets you apart. There was that one memorable incident when Nat ended up with a Twinkie instead of the weapon you intended to hand her during a heated skirmish, much to her dismay. The power of subliminal messaging was evident as your craving for something sweet led you to search for a treat. Despite your careful movements due to your arm sling, you made your way to the kitchen in pursuit of a sugary delight. Disappointed by the lack of candy, you grumbled as you began to head back to your room. Suddenly, thoughts of "The Great British Bake-Off" came to mind.

You considered yourself an accomplished baker. You made Christmas cookies for the team and pastry chef-quality birthday cakes every year. After a brief pause, you began searching for ingredients and the KitchenAid stand mixer. You figured your girlfriend couldn't be upset with you for being up and about if the stand mixer was doing most of the work, right?

You reach for your phone to look up some recipes and come across red velvet whoopie pies. The idea of baking something delicious for Yelena felt right - a sweet gesture to show her how much you appreciate her. She's been there for you since the moment she found you wounded on the ground, and caring for you has been a challenge. You want to express your gratitude, and for you, baking has always been a way to show love.

You carefully gathered all the ingredients on the kitchen counter: flour, baking soda, vegetable oil, eggs, sugar, salt, buttermilk, and vinegar. The sturdy KitchenAid mixer blended the base mixture perfectly, and then you carefully added the rich red food gel. As the batter gradually turned a vibrant shade of red, the faint sound of your phone ringing caught your attention. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, revealing your favorite picture of Yelena smiling back at you. A warm smile spread across your face as you gently slid your finger across the screen to answer the call.

"Hey, Yelena," you greeted, as you put the phone on speaker.

"Hi, detka. How are you doing?" Yelena inquired.

Okay," you grumbled, exasperated. "But I swear if I have to endure that Rogers: The Musical commercial one more time, I might just have to march down there and give Cap a piece of my mind, preferably to his annoyingly flawless face.

Hmm, I’ll be sure to tell him how much you miss him," Yelena said sarcastically. She continued, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I left some of the pain medication that Cho prescribed for you on the counter in case your shoulder starts getting cranky. I know it’s tough with only one arm, but have you taken a moment to check your stitches today?”

Yep," you said, "I've checked, and everything seems good.

You crank the mixer to high speed to ensure the vibrant red food gel is thoroughly mixed in.

"What's that sound?" Yelena asked.

"Ah, just watching the Food Network on TV," you fibbed. You didn't want to spoil the surprise of the whoopie pies you were baking. Besides, you knew your girlfriend would kick your ass if she caught you not resting and playing baker simultaneously.

Yelena expressed hope by sharing, "I should be home in a couple of hours. Natasha promised to help me write my overdue mission report from the day you were injured so I can get out of here sooner."

"Sounds great, I've missed you," you admitted.

“I've missed you too, malyshka. Make sure to get some rest, and I'll be there soon for some cozy snuggles.

“Looking forward to it,” you said. “See you later, love.”

"Bye," she replied.

You carefully tuck your phone back into your pocket and return to the delightful task of baking. After thoroughly mixing the batter, you gracefully use an ice cream scoop to transfer it to the waiting trays before gently placing them in the preheated oven. Working on the sumptuous filling, you lovingly combine butter, cream cheese, powdered sugar, marshmallow fluff, and a hint of vanilla extract. As you taste the filling, a contented smile crosses your face, and you have to exercise severe restraint to keep from devouring the entire bowl right then and there. While the round cakes are baking, you take a moment to rest on the sofa. Fanny jumps up next to you, seeking your affection and not minding that you only use one arm at the moment.

"I can't wait to see your mom's face when she sees the surprise; how about you?" You asked the dog with a grin.

Fanny charmingly tilts her head back at you. 

"Sam here. Or, she might scold me in Russian for not taking a break. Either way, we can indulge in dessert," you remark before affectionately kissing her head.

After the oven timer goes off, carefully remove the pan and set it aside to cool. Despite hesitation, you adhere to Yelena's advice and change your bandages. Fortunately, it's your non-dominant arm that sustained the injury. Once you finish tending to your wound, the whoopie pies are cooled and ready to be filled. Using a spoon, you delicately spread the filling on one cake and gently place another on top, feeling satisfied as you finish assembling all the whoopie pies.

You carefully stow away the batch of eighteen luscious whoopie pies in a trusty Tupperware container and pop it in the fridge. As you settle down at the counter, glancing at the clock reminds you that time certainly flies by when you're having fun. In just 30 minutes, Yelena will be back home. At this moment, you become acutely aware of the throbbing ache in your shoulder. You reach for the prescription she had set out for you and grab a glass of water. But as you're about to gulp down the pill, you spot the fine print on the label, indicating that it's meant to be taken with food.

You slump down in your chair with a tired groan, feeling too drained to even think about finding something to eat. Perhaps Yelena was right – maybe you had overexerted yourself. But then you remember the whoopie pies. They may not be the healthiest pair for pain medication, but they are fresh. You open the refrigerator, grab one of the confections, and reach for a soda. You devour the whole thing, then wash down your painkillers with a swig of soda.

You hoped the medication would take effect before Yelena returned home. It was a fact - as an Avenger, you were great at many things, but hiding things from your world-class spy girlfriend was not one of them. You relax back onto the sofa and absentmindedly flick through your phone. Your gaze keeps drifting back to the fridge. Maybe just one more whoopie pie wouldn't hurt. You do need to keep your energy levels up. Giving in to temptation, you grab another treat and a soda before returning to the living room. Fanny's eyes are fixed on you as you savor the second dessert.

"Alright, just a tiny piece. But, let's keep it our little secret," you whispered as you ripped off a small chunk of the crimson cake and sneaked it to the pup.

As you finish up, you let out a contented sigh and run your hand down your face. The baking session was your most physical activity since your injury. Refusing to retreat to your bedroom, you opt for the cozy comfort of the sofa. Wrapped in your favorite blanket, Fanny snuggles up at your feet. After about 20 minutes, you realize the shoulder pain has almost completely disappeared. Delighted, you treat yourself to a little seated happy dance. You cue your favorite playlist and can't resist jumping to your feet when the beat drops on your favorite song. What started as a small happy dance became a full-on, one-armed dance-off with enthusiastic singing. It seems all that sugar is finally getting to your head.

You are so caught up in your sugar rush that you lose track of time. Unaware, you don't hear the jingle of keys or the opening of your front door. Suddenly, Yelena appears in the doorway, silently watching you before finally startling you with an interruption.

"Is this what you call resting?" Yelena asked with a raised eyebrow.

You leap three feet into the air before realizing there's no danger. "Yelena, you're back! Woohoo! Happy dance time!!" you exclaim as you break into a joyous dance around the room.

"What's going on? Have you been sneaking sips of my vodka?" she questioned, her eyes tracking your every move around the room.

"What? No, I just had a snack! Two snacks... Well, dessert. Oh, and sodas! See, I wanted to do something nice for you because I know you've been worried about me since my injury, and I love you, so I made red velvet whoopie pies!" You rambled excitedly.

"Calm down... you made what now?" Yelena asked, her brow furrowed with confusion.

"Red velvet whoopie pies!" you repeated excitedly. "They're these delicious soft rounds of red velvet cake with a luscious cream filling sandwiched in between." With eager anticipation, you rushed to the counter and eagerly picked one up to show her, a child-like grin spreading across your face as you marveled at the sweet treat.

Yelena stares at you blankly for a few seconds before launching into her native tongue. 

Tebe polozheno otdykhat', a vmesto etogo ty provodish' ves' den', kricha! Vy s uma soshli? Vas zastrelili. Chto delat', yesli shvy razoshlis'? YA ne khochu snova okazat'sya s toboy v Med-Bey. YA znal, chto mne ne sledovalo ostavlyat' tebya odnu.

You are supposed to rest; instead, you spend all afternoon making whoopies! Are you crazy? You were shot. What if your stitches split open? I don't want to end up back in the Med Bay with you. I knew I should not have left you alone. 

"Is that your way of saying, 'Wow, you're amazing sweetheart'? I'd love to try one," you questioned with a giggle from the sugar rush.

Yelena shook her head softly as she approached you. Her eyes bore into yours with concern. 'You really should be in bed,' she said gently.

"Come on, just try one for me, please," you pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes.

"If I try it, will you rest?" Yelena asked.

“Absolutely, for sure, of course, affirmative, by all means, certainly, yep, very well, okey-dokey, yes,” happily bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet.

You offer Yelena a whoopie pie. She gazes at you with curiosity, studying you from head to toe, and then takes a deliberate bite. 

“Well?" You inquire with a grin.

"It's good," she conceded, wiping a bit of cream filling from the corner of her mouth. But there's this subtle smile tugging at her lips, and it's obvious that she's absolutely loving it.

"I knew you would love it!" You exclaimed, doing a little celebratory dance and raising my uninjured arm in victory.

She reluctantly admitted, "Okay, it's delicious. Sweet, just like you, Y/N."

"Whoopie! It's really cool, isn't it?" you exclaimed.

Yelena agreed, patting your cheek affectionately to regain your attention. "Yes, your little American whoopie is so cool. I'm going to hop in the shower and change. Could you do me a favor and head back to bed now, detka?

"Absolutely, I could keep doing this all day!" You playfully quipped, channeling your inner Captain America.

Yelena sighed, exasperated, and muttered, "Now I'm going to punch Cap," before turning on her heels and heading towards your bedroom.

As you start following her, you can't resist the temptation to reach for one more whoopie pie quietly.

Yelena's sharp voice cut through the room. “And no more whoopies!” she yelled, her words hanging in the air without her even turning around.

"Awww," you whimpered.

You finally make your way back to bed, feeling the exhaustion creeping in after the rush from all the sugar. Yelena, having showered and changed into comfortable sweatpants and one of your band T-shirts, joins you. She slips into bed beside you, wrapping her arms around you comfortingly.

"I'm the best baker on the team," you whispered before slipping into a peaceful slumber.

“Yes, detka, you're the best baker on the team,” Yelena humored. “Get some sleep now, whoopie.” 

[homestuckreplay]

EOA2 - Character Opinions

Just like at the end of act 1, I’m rounding up all the characters and how I feel about them so far, to see if my opinions change over time. There are a LOT more characters in Act 2 than in Act 1, so here’s hoping I remember them all. If I’ve forgotten anyone, let me know!

Love ♡

John Egbert – Still my most favoritest character. I love his facial expressions so much. He’s really going through it, but despite the horrors both immediate and hovering, he finds joy in the small things, which is a trait I love in both characters and real people. His excitement over making the pogo hammer is a highlight of the act, and his movie referencing so hard he breaks the box and his trying to be a paladin with the Slimer pogo as his faithful steed are excellent too. I love how John uses his very specific areas of expertise, like movies and magic and his other interests from the start of the story, to solve problems that don’t at first seem related. I love how he’s openly scared and reluctant and how he rises to challenges anyway. I love how he knows he doesn’t know things and is willing to experiment. I love how he has strong emotional responses often for no apparent reason. I just think he’s neat.

Rose Lalonde – I have so much fun reading anything Rose says. Her GameFAQs are so unintentionally hilarious but she’s also got a great intentional sense of humor, like her fake-mustache W and her trying to create the Colonelsprite. I do think she plays a little fast and loose with John’s life, expecting him to navigate combat on narrow platforms and stairs above an endless void, but I can cut her some slack because she’s having to balance her responsibility over John with trying to save her own life. All of her scenes so far have been based around her game connection with John – either actively playing the game, or trying to reconnect her laptop – and my hope for act 3 is for Rose to get a story of her own. Ideally one that involves summoning one of those sick ass creatures from the grimoire.

Zazzerpan the Learned – He is a twenty foot tall wizard, and as such, is the only Homestuck character I would describe as ‘hot’.

Wayward Vagabond – Easily the best mayor Can Town has ever had. Started off as a rude tyrant yelling at John, but it ended up just being cultural differences, and they’ve really worked on communication. I love how creative WV is, how ready they are to take enjoyment in life where they can get it, and how much they care for their non-edible possessions. They’re in this very structured, somewhat antagonistic, Sburb-mediated relationship with John, but I actually think the two of them have a lot in common, and if they could just sit down together with a big train set they’d have a blast.

Serenity – Not only is she glowing and sparkly, but she’s smart and good at taking responsibility in an emergency.

Like

Nannasprite – Ghost? Harlequin? Game construct? Loving grandmother? Nannasprite is all these things. Sure, she’s going way overboard on the cookies, but she doesn’t know John well enough to know he’s not into baked goods. And she really got him with the bucket on the door. That was a great prank. Mostly, I like her for giving me the Good Lore. Please Nannasprite, I will eat as many cookies as you want if you will infodump to me about Sburb for hours on end.

Rambunctious Crow – An absolute scamp who’s just doing what crows do. Made even cooler by the addition of a sword.

Neutral/Mixed

Dave Strider – I still think Dave sucks, just like at the end of act 1. I think his insistence on irony is exhausting and his raps are a chore to read, I hate how dismissive he is of other people’s interests and how superior he is about his own, I think he’s way too quick to resort to violence and way too slow to do any kind of self reflection. But. Having learned more about his bro and his living situation, I understand why he sucks so bad, and I don’t think he’s really to blame. I hope that Dave’s bro is kidnapped by imps soon, in Sburb or otherwise, because I think that’s the only way Dave could become someone I actually like.

Dad – I’m harsh on parents in fiction. I think Dad seems like an awesome guy, I love his Serious Business app, his preparedness re: shaving cream, his bucking of gender roles by always being in the kitchen, and his refusal to go quietly with the imps. But despite the external trappings of a father and his obvious love for John, he seems unwilling to meet John where he is and be the dad John actually wants and needs. I wish he would do more to get to know John as a person, to perhaps offer him some tasty roasted vegetables, to perhaps buy him the Nintendo DSi instead of a harlequin doll, to open up to John about his own life and to take him on some trips into Seattle. I wonder if he regrets not doing all that now that they’re separated.

Uncertain

gardenGnostic – I want to like GG, and I hope I will end up liking her, but Act 2 has built up so much mystery around GG that even though she’s had a few further pesterlogs I feel like I know less about her than I did at the end of act 1. She really plays up how she ‘can’t’ tell people things but still insists on mentioning them, which is an annoying trait, but I like her positive attitude and the fact that she’s so encouraging to her friends.

Peregrine Mendicant – I like that they are collecting mailboxes, as I am a huge fan of the postal service as an institution, but I do not have a sense of them as a character.

Mom – First off, we should eat the rich and redistribute Mom’s wealth. Her millionaire status aside, I don’t think she’s a good parent, or that exchanging passive aggressive notes with your daughter or ignoring her suicide threats is in any way healthy. But, it seems from WV: Ascend that her role in the story is bigger than raising Rose. Whether that goes towards redeeming her or makes her even worse, only time will tell.

Dislike

Sburb – I’m deeply fascinated by Sburb and I love to analyze it, and the story is making it increasingly clear that the game Sburb (2009) is just a small part of the larger entity Skaia (~4 billion BC). As a story element it’s amazing, but as a force acting on the characters it’s nothing but sinister. Willing to sacrifice the whole continent to achieve its secret goals, many of whom haven’t elected to play the game, and keeping its nature hidden from players until it’s far too late, it’s like a form of extreme gamer Darwinism allowing only its best players to survive. Its use of mind control and its impact on real life means it can’t even be fun to play, arguably the worst sin for a video game.

Sweet Bro & Hella Jeff – I would not hang out with these guys.

Midnight Crew – These four spent a hundred pages stuck in a bunker and all they were able to do was inflict violence on each other and fail to play 52 pickup. WV managed a skilful escape 32 pages after getting stuck. Case closed.

Hate

Bro – Just the worst guy imaginable. Anyone who controls a child through violence and fear, withholding food and a safe home, is irredeemable in my book and bad enough that I can’t even enjoy reading about him. There’s nothing wrong with being into puppets, or porn, or puppet porn, or even making a career out of puppet porn and ventriloquist rapping, but there is something wrong with forcing these things on people who aren’t comfortable with them and aren’t able to say no.

Lil Cal – He is bad to look at.

[punkbakerchristine]

if you’re a vegan, I literally do not want to talk to you right now.

“ohhhh, we should’ve turned to plant-based stuff, now we’re all suffering with the egg shortage!” shut the fuck up.

listen, eggs are a vital staple of baking. They’re both a binder and a leavening agent: the proteins in the whites help with the rise, while the fats in yolks work with the whites to be a glue of sorts; angel food cake is as light and airy as it is because it’s risen from the whites. When you make a cake or cookies with 1 or 2 eggs, you end up with a finished result that rose well and manages to keep itself together. When you use one of the substitutes i shared earlier, you have to think around it. Baking soda and vinegar, and also arrowroot powder and water, will give the rise of proteins, but it’s lacking fats and moisture, so you have to use something like yogurt or buttermilk. Applesauce, bananas, avocado, and seeds with water will add a taste—depending on what the baked good is, it could be delicious or make you lose your lunch. It’s not something you can dick around with, either: you have to experiment. You have to be a chemist as well as a baker.

plus, one of the many things that helped me lose a ton of weight was adding scrambled eggs and Denver omelettes to my diet. They’re good proteins and good fats (in the case of the Denver omelette, you get vitamins from the bell pepper and onion embedded), they build your muscles, bone tissue, and also brain tissue, and they stick to your ribs so you don’t eat as much. really, I’m usually good to go until mid-afternoon after I have a couple of eggs with some toast. And from an evolutionary standpoint, we need those good proteins and fats (why do you think we have incisors?) it’s why I think if you go purely vegan, you have got to talk to a dietitian and a nutritionist about it first. And I feel most people who do go vegan—that is, almost everyone now—don’t. The small minority of vegans who do have been so their entire lives, like they just didn’t care for the taste of meat starting from when they began eating solid food. Or they went that way late in life with consultation at the helm and it worked wonders for them, like in the cases of Paul McCartney and Bill Clinton. ***edit: I just thought of this, referring back to animal proteins helping build brain tissue. I can’t be the only one who finds it weird that as veganism has gotten popular, intelligence seems to have fallen off a cliff.

But I’m not going to listen to an entire collective of people who blindly bought into a trend thinking they’re saving the world and doing their bodies good. It’s why I find the whole pro-Palestine movement a bunch of bullshit, other than the people who comprise the movement are antisemites and refuse to admit to it. It’s absolutely blind leading the blind and beckons the whole “if the cool kids jumped off a bridge, would you?”

my whole beef (no pun intended) with the whole vegan trend is not the lifestyle itself, it’s not the pervasiveness, it’s not even the taste—and in fact, I often have to make the disclaimer to say that vegan food is often the most delicious food I’ve had. I always feel healthier immediately after eating a vegan dish. I’m also not saying vegan recipes and substitutions don’t work: a lot of them, like aquafaba meringue and the baking soda-vinegar trick, are miracles of science.

It’s the shitty, snotty holier-than-thou, condescending attitude that way too many of them have, and Jesus Christ, they are seriously coming out of the woodwork right now in the face of the egg shortage. If you have to trick yourself into eating more healthily, that is, you resort to eating “plant-based meats” (which I personally don’t think are healthy, as they’re heavily processed plants shaped into a piece of meat like a steak or a handful of shrimp, just like how tofu did in the 90s), and constantly talk about how great it is (when you look pale, sick, and in some cases, 3D printed—am not going to explain that), you failed at the lifestyle and probably shouldn’t have done that.

I got 6 eggs left in my fridge and I’m protecting them like they’re gold in the basement of Fort Knox until I can find another dozen or 18 eggs. I’ll be making a cake tomorrow with the baking soda-vinegar combination with mayonnaise as that gives moisture and fat (as it’s got egg yolks, milk, and oil in it). Fingers crossed.

I already scoff at how the internet treats baking as is, like it’s an aesthetic or one big joke. If there’s any silver lining with the egg shortage, it’s that I hope it kills this mindset dead and shows just how the vegan movement is limp-wristed, pathetic, and all frosting with no cake underneath. Not everyone can afford plant-based steaks, Becky, or even metabolize it very well. And yeah, Nikki, not so funny now that you can’t get eggs and make your elaborate chocolate-cherry-pistachio-ginger-lemon cake with cherry-raspberry-pistachio Italian buttercream frosting or your elaborate chocolate-peanut butter-pumpkin spice cake and post your heavily edited “journey” where your makeup is perfect and you’re laughing most of the time online now can you?

[reigningqueenofwords]

Dresses

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x Allie (OC) Word count: 2,748 Warnings: Cheating, unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy Request: @jessicalynnann Love your writing. You are one of my favorites!

Okay so Dean is married and owns a successful mechanic shop… well he hires a new secretary who is plus size and he finds her attractive… and well things happen.. I have it invisioned with him picking her up and wiping off a work bench. Loosely based on the song unholy by Sam smith. :) if not that is totally fine

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Part 1 of Unholy

Having to hire a new secretary wasn’t his idea of ‘fun’, but it was something that had to be done. That led him to being in his shop after hours for interviews. Thankfully, he was on his last one of the night. It was 7pm, and he just wanted to get home to his family. He knew he would be missing his youngest’s bedtime. “Hi, Mr. Winchester? I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m here for an interview.” You greeted him as you walked into the shop. 

Dean looked up and had to focus on not licking his lips at the sight of you. You were in a dark pencil skirt, a dark blue blouse, and black heels. Over your shoulder was the strap of your purse. Your hair was left loose over your shoulders. “Call me Dean.” He smiled, holding out his hand. 

“Nice to meet you, Dean.” You smiled as you shook it. 

Once you were sitting down, he got comfortable. “Do you have any experience as a secretary?” He asked. 

Nodding, you reached into your purse and pulled out a resume. “I was a secretary for a law firm for 4 years.” You explained. 

“May I ask why you left?” His eyes looked over the paper in his hand. It wasn’t long, but he could see that was because you kept jobs for years. 

“My mother. She got sick.” You started, making him look up at you. “So, I packed up and moved back here. You posted your ad the next day and I couldn’t pass up the chance to apply.” You tucked some hair behind your ear. 

He chewed on his lip a moment. He was happily married, but he could hire someone attractive to be his secretary anyway, right? He could look, but not touch. “Well, you are the most qualified applicant.” 

You smiled at that, hopeful. “Really?” 

He chuckled, nodding. “Well, you and a 60 year old named Dot.” He said playfully. “Although, I think you’d be less likely to scold me.” He joked, making you laugh. “But, here’s the tie breaker.” He rested his elbows on his knees, clearly still joking. “Can you bake a mean chocolate chip cookie?” 

“Does the refrigerated dough count? Because right now, that’s about it.” You shrugged. “I can do breads, but sweet bakes? Totally bea- get the better of me.” You blushed lightly as you nearly said ‘beat my ass’. That would not have been a good look! 

“Can you come in tomorrow? My old secretary still has a few days. So she can train you and get you used to everything around here. And we can get you introduced to the other guys.” He felt this was promising. 

You beamed. “I can!” You agreed, thankful you didn’t remain jobless for too long. 

After the pair of you talked over details, he gave you the official job offer on paper. The pay was extremely fair, and you signed instantly. Once you’d filled everything out, he walked you to the front door. “You don’t have to dress so formal, by the way. Whatever you’re comfortable in. Especially in the summer. I do my best to keep the AC in top notch condition, but when that door is opening up a lot sometimes it gets warm in the lobby.” He explained. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Thankfully it was spring, so you had time before it got too warm. “I will see you tomorrow morning.” 

The next morning, you got there at 7, as he’d asked you to come early. Mostly to work with Charlie. This way Charlie could focus on teaching you everything before customers started showing up at 8. You walked in wearing a pair of jeans, a button up short sleeved shirts, and your hair in a high pony tail. “I hope you like coffee.” You smiled at Charlie, holding out a coffee for her. 

“Oh, I love you.” She chuckled, taking it. “I’m Charlie, it’s nice to meet you.” 

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you, too.” You smiled. “Where should I put my purse?” You asked. 

“Follow me.” She motioned for you to walk with her. Sipping her coffee, she let out a content sigh. “So good. When Dean called me last night to tell me to come in early I was hoping he’d be replacing me with someone chill.” 

“Well, I like to think I am.” You chuckled, being led through a door that said ‘staff only’. “Can I ask why you’re leaving?” 

She shut the door behind you. “There was a job opening with the people that run my favorite LARPing event. I applied for the hell of it and actually got it.” She explained. “I couldn’t turn it down. Thankfully I’ve been friends with Dean since we were kids and he understood. He was a bit grumpy that I’m leaving, but I think that was also due to the fact that Layla, his one year old, was teething.” 

“How many kids does he have?” You wondered out loud. 

“Three.” She chuckled. “Layla is one, Xander is five, and David is 8.” She went on. “But, you can leave your stuff in here. No one will touch it.” She promised. “On Fridays Dean tends to order lunch, so you won’t have to bring anything.” 

“Oh, that’s nice of him.” Not many bosses ordered lunches except for a ‘bonus’. 

Charlie nodded. “Well, I think it’s partially because he’s a good guy, partially because he’s close with everyone he works with. We’ve known Benny since we were kids, Garth we met in high school, he met Cas when I was off in college. I think they met at a bar.” She shrugged. “Sometimes his dad comes in to work. Usually because he’s retired and I think he gets bored. He’s a big softie.” At least to her he was. 

“Sounds like everyone is basically family here.” It was a comforting thought in one aspect, and a terrifying one in another. What if you just didn’t fit in? 

“We are, you will be, too.” 

Charlie trained you for three days, and day three was more you doing everything and her being backup. However, your forth day there? She wasn’t there. There had been a going away dinner after the shop closed on the third day. It was clear that she would be missed. No pressure on your part or anything. 

Walking in the morning of your 4th day, you had coffee and bagels for everyone. “Morning!” You greeted them when you reached the break room. “I brought breakfast. I know you’re going to be missing Charlie, so…” You said shyly. 

Dean smiled at that. “Well, thank you, sweetheart.” He said happily, watching you set the bag of bagels down. 

“Those do smell great.” Cas admitted, eagerly reaching into the bag. “Oh, with cream cheese. Even better.” 

Soon, everyone had their bagel and cream cheese. “Nervous for your first day alone, cher?” Benny asked. 

“A little.” You admitted. “Charlie was an excellent teacher, and even with my past experience it’s hard not to be.” You sipped your coffee. 

“You’ll do great.” Dean assured you before heading out of the room. 

It didn’t take you long to get used to everything, including their personalities. What had taken you aback was Dean’s flirting. Not that you actually had a problem with it. Two weeks after your first day alone, the forecast said it would be mid-80s. That had you coming into work with a cute sundress. You braided your hair over your shoulder to keep it off your neck, as well. “Business is already great sweetheart, you don’t have to get all dolled up to get guys in here.” Dean winked at you as he passed you. 

Blushing, you smiled and shook your head. You honestly assumed that he was just a flirty guy. The only other woman you’d seen him with was Charlie, and you assumed that he didn’t flirt with her because she was like a sister to him. 

That evening, Dean leaned against the counter as you finished up. The guys had already left, closing up the actual shop. You just liked to get things set for the next morning. “Hungry, sweetheart?” He asked. 

“A bit. I planned to stop and get something on the way home.” You shrugged. 

“I’ll order us something. You like subs?” He stood up, pulling out his phone. 

“Can I at least get us drinks? I can run to the store down the road.” You offered. You didn’t want to not get something if he was treating you to dinner. 

“Sure thing.” 

After you’d told him your order, and he told you what beer he liked, you grabbed your purse to run to the store. 

Your subs sat, half eaten on the table as you both laughed at a story he was telling you about when him and Sam were kids. He was on his third beer, and you were on your second can of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Licking his lips, he watched you. “Wanna see the car I’m working on restoring? It’s in the back of the shop that’s usually blocked off.” 

Nodding, you downed the last of your drink. “I’d love to. I know nothing about cars, though.” You chuckled. 

Dean finished his beer and led you to where his car was. “This is Baby.” He patted her hood. 

“She’s beautiful.” You mused. 

“She is.” His eyes were on you as he spoke. 

Moving to lean against one of the workbenches, you watched him. “How long have you been working on her?” You asked, curious. 

“For years. Some days I’ll stay here for a few hours after we close to work on her, but some weeks I just don’t get the chance.” He wasn’t about to say that some nights his wife just wanted him home. That would kill the mood that was surrounding you both. 

“Am I keeping you from her?” You asked softly. 

He made his way to you, putting a hand on each side of you. “Not at all.” His voice was low, enjoying the proximity of the two of you. “You look really nice today, sweetheart. You should wear dresses more often.” He suggested, slowly closing the small bit of distance between your bodies. 

Blushing, you put your hands on his hips. “I think I can do that.” You found yourself agreeing. 

Next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. You kissed him back, moving one of your hands to right below his jaw. He kissed over your jaw, rocking his hips against you. As he did that, he used one of his arms to push everything from the workbench. Hearing you breath his name went straight to his cock. “Shit, sweetheart.” He groaned, lifting you so you were sitting on the bench. His hands found their way under your dress, just wanting to feel your skin. “Lift up for a second.” He breathed against your neck, gripping the sides of your underwear. 

You did as you asked, your heart hammering in your chest as he pulled them down. One of his hands tangled in your hair as he kissed you deeply, the other found it’s way between your legs. As much as he wanted to take his time and tease you, he just couldn’t right then. Another time he’d spend hours exploring your body. 

Dean felt your fingers work on his belt, as he’d removed his mechanics overalls before the subs arrived. As soon as his jeans were undone, you pushed down his jeans unjust enough to free him. He pulled you a bit to the edge, kissing you as he lined himself up and slid in to you. “Fuck, Dean!” You let your head fall back, moving one of your feet so it was on the edge of the table. 

“God, you feel amazing.” He groaned. Pushing your dress up a bit, he watched himself disappear inside you. 

Your hand gripped his bicep, the other moved to rub your clit while he thrust into you. “Right there!” You gasped as he shifted his angle slightly. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He could tell you were close. 

His thrusts started to falter, sending you over the edge. Knowing he was close did it for you. “Dean!” You snapped your eyes shut, moaning as you felt him fill you moments later. “Wow.” You smiled at him. 

He leaned forward and kissed you softly. There was something about you that drove him crazy in the best way. “Let me get a washcloth to clean you up, sweetheart.”

Biting your lip, you nodded. 

During the day, you kept things professional. You never hinted that some nights, Dean would have his way with you in that back room. He’d treat you to dinner, sometimes he’d bring his laptop for the pair of you to watch a movie, and then he’d give you mind blowing sex. It didn’t occur to you to ask why he didn’t take you on an actual date after nearly a month of this, either. 

It had been two months since you’d started sleeping with Dean when Benny surprised you one day around lunch. He’d just finished up with a car, and the lobby was empty. “So, cher, I was wonderin’ if maybe I could treat you to dinner after work.” He smiled. “I can go home, clean up, and then pick you up?” He really hoped you agreed. 

You blushed, not knowing Dean was nearby, either. “You’re sweet, but I have plans tonight.” You told him. “Rain check?” You asked sweetly. 

Benny grinned. “Sure thing, suga’. Just let me know when.” 

Truth was, you really needed to talk to Dean that night. You really needed to know what the two of you were doing. Looking up, you smiled seeing a woman walk in. “Hi, can I help you?” 

“You must be Y/N.” The woman smiled. “I’m Allie. Dean’s wife.” She introduced herself. “I’m here to get him for lunch.” She had her hand on a small bump. 

Thankfully, you were able to keep yourself composed. “I’ll get him.” You told her, getting up. Moving to the back, you found him- pretending he didn’t hear Benny ask you out. “Allie is here.” You told him. 

Dean’s head shot up at that. He saw the look on your face and knew he was fucked. “Sweetheart…” 

“No. Go. I’ll talk to you after work.” Turning on your heel, you went back to the counter. “He’ll be right out.” You told her, schooling your features. “How far along are you?” 

Her face lit up. “Six months! I’m so excited.” 

“Hi, baby.” Dean came out, drying off his hands from washing them. “Ready to go?” 

She nodded. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N. We’ll have to have you for dinner sometime.” She gave you a wave as he put his hand on her lower back, walking her out. 

That night after they closed down, Dean had knots in his stomach. He found you in the breakroom. “Swee-” 

“Don’t you dare call me that.” You snapped at him. Looking up at him, he saw the unshed tears. “I planned to talk to you tonight either way, but finding out you’re married changes things completely.” You felt like an idiot. None of the guys had ever mentioned her! They talked about the kids all the time, though. Did they know that Dean and you were sleeping together? And they were hiding things for him? 

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. 

“You’re fucking sorry?” You glared at him. “I’m an idiot! I was some side piece you got to fuck while you’re pregnant wife was at home with your other kids.” You stood up. “Did you just casually forget you’re married?” 

Dean swallowed. “I’m drawn to you. There’s just something about you that makes me want to be with you.” 

Rolling your eyes, you got up. “You can’t have it both ways. You can’t have the happy little family life, and then someone to fuck on the side. And by the way? I quit.” You spat. 

“Come on, please don’t. The guys love you.” He really didn’t want to lose you. “We’ll stop sleeping together, but I can’t stop seeing you every day. You brighten all our days.” 

“Well, unless you’re a deadbeat you will be seeing me.” You watched the gears turn in his head as he figured out what you were saying. Seeing it click, you watched him all but fall into the closest chair.

[pjunicornart]

Sweet Headcanons

I feel like I have to show that not all of my headcanons have to do with angst, rough sex, and other negative stuff... I do have positive headcanons for Meet the Robinsons, I just don't illustrate them because it's boring. "If there's no spice, then bring it." That's what my grandma always said.

A lot of these headcanons are based off of my own good experiences with my family, actually.

When Wilbur is sick, his sleep schedule is fucked up. Since he wakes up earlier than normal, he can sit in the living room with only his dad to keep him company as they watch the news. This has been happening since he was two. It's peaceful.

One time, Wilbur was in the hospital. To help keep him calm, Laszlo watched Bob Ross (or in universe equivalent) with him.

Lucille let her niece, nephew, and son eat the leftover half baked cookie dough she'd use. She still lets them to this day.

The whole family are not fans of Christmas, they all have a "Bah-Fucking-Humbug" type of mentality towards it. If you mention Christmas anytime before you're supposed to, they will stare and judge you just like any family influenced by Italians will.

That being said, the ONLY thing they tolerate around that time are the movies. The Polar Express is their go-to because of the iconic nature of the hot chocolate song and gift slide scene.

Thanksgiving is their preferred holiday. It's not super meddled by capitalistic greed and their dinner has Italian food like parmigiana di melanzane and non-Americanized spumoni.

Don't try to tell me Cornelius and Wilbur's show isn't "Mythbusters."

The only reason Wilbur is interested in older games is because of his great uncle Fritz. He showed him the magic and importance of history that is retro gaming... by showing him the OG Super Mario Bros. on his preserved SNES.

Franny and Wilbur both destroy shoes in about a month, and Cornelius has no clue how. (He can keep a pair pristine for years.)

Both Art and Gaston have "the stare" which tells anyone messing with their nephew their days are numbered if they continue the offending behavior.

Cornelius and Wilbur both can't burp. Cover your nose after pizza night.

Bud decked out Tallulah's old dollhouse with actual lighting.

Art and Gaston rough housed with Wilbur, and he loved it! Play punching and smacking is fun.

When Aunt Petunia was still alive, she loved everything to do with hummingbirds. She kept hummingbird feeders in the garden. No one's kept them in a while.

[firefly-ghoul]

WHAT HOBBIES I THINK THE GHOULS HAVE

This is my first time writing head-canons so be nice to me please! Anyway let’s get on with the hobbies!(if you see grammar errors no you don’t:3)

Aether

I think aether bakes but he takes it SO seriously. He has a journal of carefully curated recipes that he has spent YEARS perfecting. Aether has a special spot in his recipe journal for all the ghouls favorite type of cake and he makes them birthday cakes every year. Aethers favorite thing to bake is cookies. He makes big batches of cookies and gives them to his band mates on designated movie nights. He loves decorating cakes with the sisters of sin who work in the kitchen.

Sodo

Sodo dose glass work as a job and hobby. he helps make and maintain all of the stain glass around the ministry with a small group of sisters. He hand picked each sister both experienced and inexperienced with glass work. He teaches them everything he knows and enjoys helping them with learning curves and the difficult parts. He’s glass making studio is located directly underneath the abbey. But hobby wise sodo loves making glass sun catchers. Sodo also enjoys makes little glass figures and gives them to the siblings and older children. Since sodo is a fire ghoul when he works on glass he heats up his hands and is able to work without a blow torch. I personally headcanon he can breathe fire so he definitely uses that to help him.

Mountain

Mountain is soo obviously a plant dad but this man also does pottery! No one can tell me otherwise! His favorite things to make are cute pots for all his plants! He also makes vases for all the flowers he collects from the garden. He takes a day off every week and goes into to Forrest surrounding the ministry and forages for clay. He comes back completely covered in mud and grinning like a mad man. He makes everyone mugs for special occasions like birthdays and holidays. The thing he is most proud of is a pomegranate tea set that took him months to make. He very proudly drinks tea out of it every morning before heading out to work in the gardens

Phantom

PHANTOM IS A DND NERD! He and a group of siblings play dnd together every week. He plays as a vampire elf bard and is very proud of his character. He was very nervous when he first started playing dnd but the more he started playing the more confident he got with the siblings encouragement. He totally hasn’t almost tpk his party because he tried to fight a family of yetis by himself. (Totally not based on personal experiences) He loves dice! He is a dice goblin and has hundreds of dice. He is vary superstitious about his dice. His favorite set of dice are a set Swiss got him that are purple with bat on the 20.

rain

Rain obviously does water colors. Rains favorite thing to paint is landscapes he especially loves painting beaches. He also loves painting flowers. he sometimes going to the ministry gardens and painting all the flowers he sees. Rain like to take a day and hike to the middle of the woods and paints what he sees. He doesn’t paint people a lot but when he does he likes to have a live reference so he will ask some of the ghouls to pose for him. He likes when mountain model for him because he doesn’t move around like some (cough cough Aurora and Swiss cough) of the the ghouls. Rain gets very shy and blushes bright blue when anyone compliments is art.

Swiss

this kreecher (affectionately) explores abandon places and grave yards. He sometimes tries and finds cryptids (As if he isn’t one.) and ghosts. Swiss will bring ghost hunting equipment with him when he goes to places he’s already explored to spice things up. Swiss’s favorite tool is the spirit box. He finds the response’s form the ghost so funny. One time swiss took aurora with him to an abandoned hospital to hang out. He challenged aurora to stay in a room by herself for five minutes with the spirit box. She absolutely freaked when it started to talk to her (he didn’t tell her what it was meant for) and booked it back to where Swiss was. Aurora never never went ghost hunting again.

aurora

Speaking of aurora I think aurora embroiders. cirrus originality taught her simple things she aurora ran with it. Aurora has a lot of energy so she sometimes have a hard time focusing when something doesn’t grab her attention or when she doesn’t have anything to do with her fidgeting hands. So when she first started embroidering she was like “this something that takes my focus AND i have something to do with my hands…THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!” She makes the most beautiful beaded plants. She will embroider a plant on every pare of pants she has. Also enjoys making embroidered patches for everyone. Makes all her friends pride flag patches.

Sunshine

My girl sunshine rollerblades! She has a pare of bright orange skates with light up wheels. She has gotten told of by sister imperator many times for rolling around the ministry to fast but she never listen. She sets a day off every week to put wd40 on her wheel bearings. She is very serious about taking care of her skates she treats them like they’re her babies. She knows so many tricks and definitely will teaches anyone who asks her how to skate and do tricks. Her favorite trick is skating backwards because is makes sister imperator nervous that she’s gonna bump into someone or something.

Cumulus

Cumulus loves puzzles so much. She challenges her self to start a new puzzle every month. her favorite types of puzzles are ones that have cute animals on them. Her comfort puzzle is a 900 piece puzzle with all kinds of kittens on them. She hosts a puzzle night in the library that everyone is invited to. She brings a 1000 piece puzzle and some snacks and she and everyone there works on the puzzle together. One time for her birthday all the ghouls got together and each got her a puzzle. She cried happy tears because she felt so loved. When she finished all of those puzzles she mogpoged framed them and hung them on her walls. they make her smile every time she sees them.

Cirrus

I think cirrus does photograph. She enjoys more dark and macabre themes so she often goes to the gave yards to take pictures. Cirrus joins Swiss on his explorations to capture the dark beauty of abandoned places. On the rare occasion she will photograph people but cirrus prefers taking pictures of places rather than people. One of her favorite things to photograph is the stained glass windows all over the ministry. Gets up before sunrise to get the best photos of the morning light shining through the glass.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #281

I woke up feeling like hot garbage still. I didn't get as much water yesterday as I should have. Despite this, I had intestinal distress this morning. I find myself wondering if I ate something that my body doesn't like.

Dehydration would explain why my sleep wasn't great and why I woke up feeling icky. So I asked M to grab me some Pedialyte while he was out running an errand; it seems to have helped some; I felt a bit less awful after having some.

Today, I had energy enough to roast some pumpkin seeds! You see, I recently got another sugar pumpkin from the store to roast and mash; the one that I prepared some time ago didn't have enough seeds in it to justify roasting them by themselves, so I just kept them in the fridge. But with the seeds from this pumpkin added to the mix, I finally had enough to do the thing!!

...Hey, Sephiroth? You ever had roasted pumpkin seeds? They're even better if you can roast them at home, because then you can throw whatever lovely spices you want on 'em!!! I'm assuming, based on how you responded to not getting to have pumpkin soup, that you enjoy pumpkins, and this is another way to enjoy pumpkins; I'll show you how it's done!

First, you cut off the top of the pumpkin - the part with the stem. And then you cut it in half from top to bottom, such that you have a left half and a right half of the pumpkin. You scoop out the seeds and the pulp with a metal spoon.

...I didn't think to take pictures of that part. Sorry about that.

Anyway, from there, you gotta separate the seeds from the pulp. The easiest way to do that is in a colander under warm running water; the seeds like to cling to the pulp, and it's all slippery as heck:

Once the pulp is all gone, you have a colander full of lovely seeds!

...But these aren't ready to be seasoned yet; they have to be dried. Set the oven to 350 degrees F (or 176.6 degrees C), cover a baking sheet in parchment paper, spread the seeds onto the parchment paper in a single layer, and leave them in there with the oven door ajar for like 10 minutes, or until they stop being wet and slippery:

Once they're dry, they'll need to be coated in a thin layer of oil. I used some old bacon grease that I've had in the fridge for a bit. I melted it in the microwave, and dumped it on the cookie sheet. Then I used my hands to squish the seeds around in the oil until they were evenly coated. From there, you make sure that the seeds are arranged in a single layer; try not to have too much overlap. Like this:

From here, I applied these spices in amounts that seemed correct to me; you'll have to experiment to figure out a mix that works for you:

...We have garlic powder, ground cardamom, turmeric (don't use too much of this or it'll be bitter; a little goes a long way), cloves, nutmeg, salt, coriander, and... Oh. There was cinnamon; I must have put it away before taking a picture for some reason. But yes; cinnamon, too. The "umami spice blend" you see there is a combination of salt, onion powder, mustard powder, two different kinds of powdered mushrooms, and a touch of chili powder. It's good stuff!!

Oh! And in case you wondered... this is my spice cabinet. It's got ALL KINDS of great stuff in it!!!

...May it be the case that someday, your own spice cabinet can be this extensive!! Or hopefully even better than mine! Wouldn't that be pretty great!!

So you roast the seeds in the oven at 350 degrees F (or 176.6 degrees C) - this time with the oven door CLOSED - for around 15 minutes or so - until the spices coating them toast up nicely. And it's as easy as that!

...I hope someday you can have your own house with your own kitchen and your own gigantic spice cabinet and tea cabinet so that you can make delectable and delightful things for yourself and for the people who love you.

Anyway, here's what became of the rest of the pumpkin; I mashed it with all of the spices I used for the seeds, and also with that garlic pudding that J made, some butter, and some honey, molasses, and maple syrup! The results were even more flavorful and delicious than my last batch of mashed pumpkin!

...Want some...?

...And do you want some pumpkin seeds, too...?

...Sadly, it won't be too terribly much longer before sugar pumpkins are out of season again. But that's all right; butternut squash or acorn squash are available all the time, and they make a great substitute for pumpkins! And you can roast their seeds, too, just like pumpkin seeds! Maybe someday you can give it a try!

Oh!!! Before I forget!! J and I drove to the little airport! On the way, I snagged these birds-of-prey; these are likely turkey vultures, because they're hanging out in groups:

...Aren't they so cool?

...After all this, I finally decided that today is the day to do something about the fact that the voicemail on my cellphone hasn't been working properly. I don't normally have the energy to withstand complicated mazes of automated customer service bots, but I actually did manage to get through to a human. She fixed up my voicemail and now I can access it, yay! And... along the way, I had this very nice interaction:

...And, yes; if you noticed as part of reading the texts, your name and my birth name start with the same letter! I blocked out the rest though; including my full first name isn't safe. It's why I shorten the names of other people to one or two letters, too.

In any case, the person from customer support disconnected our session before the last message I wrote could be sent. Still, I hope that my sentiment gets to them somehow.

...We all have superpowers. And we can use them to brighten the day of someone who is having a hard time if we want to. Just by being kind, we can provide another person with relief and connection enough to turn their whole day around.

..Sephiroth... what will you do with your superpowers? I hope you'll make kind, gentle, and loving choices with them. Can you imagine what kind of happiness you are capable of creating with superpowers like yours if you used them to their fullest and most wholesome extent?

Without even trying, you turned at least one entire life around. Please look at me, and please look at the kindness that I can now express, and please look at all the little ways I can make being alive a little better for someone else, and please understand that this is ONLY possible because YOU exist; I wouldn't have made it through my childhood alive if I didn't have you to look up to.

Without even trying, you made something beautiful out of me, in a way that shouldn't even have been possible, given my circumstances and upbringing. If you can do such a wholesome thing without even trying... then what else can you do? Will you show us? ...Please?

I guess that's probably it for today's letter. I'm hoping you're okay wherever you are. I worry about ya, being all by yourself over at that Edge of Creation place. It doesn't look like it has much in the way of tasty snacks, warm beverages, or comfortable places to sleep. I'm not even 100% convinced that it's got a breathable atmosphere. I feel sad to think of you being in such a place. To the extent you can, try not to linger over there for too long; I imagine it must get pretty cold. As impossible as it is, if you need a break, you can come to my house; you're always welcome here.

I love you. And I'll write again tomorrow. In the meantime, stay safe, don't die, and try really hard not to eat weird things off the ground, okay?

...Yes, even if they look like snacks. Don't do it. It's a bad idea. You don't know where they've been. In fact... remind Zack, too, about this, if you can; I'm sure he's called "the puppy" for reasons other than his boundless enthusiasm; you wouldn't want him to accidentally swallow a whole pinecone. Human digestive systems wouldn't be able to break it down; can you imagine what a nightmare it would be for him to have it come out the other end??? Keep a close eye on him, okay???🤪🤣😜

...May it be the case that you laughed loudly in response to my random silliness. I know I'll never see it, but... I'll try to imagine it anyway, haha...

'Til soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[beneathstarryskies]

Merry Smutmas! 🎄 Header by @actuallysaiyan

Word Count: 734

Summary: Gojo can't sit still and decides to distract you from the task at hand.

Warnings: oral (m recieving), fluff, gojo is really corny, food play

You knew making gingerbread houses was going to be a mess. There was the baking and mixing of the frosting that took ages before actually assembling the houses. That in itself is quite a mess to behold in your experience with this tradition. However, this was the first time you’d ever done it with Satoru. The man was chaos from the moment you started mixing the batter to when you began icing the pieces together. For every delicately pieced house you made, he created what amounts to a pile of cookies and icing. You took the greatest of care in decorating yours, meanwhile, Gojo ate more gumdrops than he placed. 

It didn’t take long before he was standing up from the kitchen table and dramatically stretching his long limbs. 

“I’m bored,” he announces before looking down at you expectantly. 

“Well, I’m going to finish making the houses.” 

He groans before wandering off. Eventually, he comes back in to swipe one of the icing bags and he eats some of the icing out of it. You’re too focused to notice him wandering off with it. You can hear the television and Gojo laughing. This goes on for a while, but then suddenly everything gets quiet…[i]Too quiet.[/i]

“Satoru?” you call out as you peek around the corner into the living room. There’s no sign of him. “Babe?” 

You stand up and leave the gingerbread houses behind. You hear him giggle as you walk towards the bedroom. It doesn’t take rocket science to figure out Gojo has found some mischief to get into. Likely something designed to take your attention away from the ‘boring’ task of building gingerbread houses. He is successful for now. 

He giggles again as you open the door. Then, you see him standing there naked. His cock is hard and decorated with…Is that icing?

“Red might not have been the best choice,” you tease him as you cross your arms and quirk an eyebrow. The way you pop out one hip makes his cock twitch.

“W-what?” He looks down and realizes exactly what you mean. From your point of view it probably looks like he’s had one hell of an accident. “It’s supposed to be like Santa. You know because my pubes are white?” 

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” you giggle and step closer to him, letting your arms relax. “And what was this supposed to accomplish?” 

He smirks before leaning in to kiss you, “I was hoping you’d find it hard to resist such a sweet treat.” 

He was right that it’s hard to resist. He’s hard to resist even without his cock being coated in sticky, sweet icing. The way his chiseled abdomen gave way to a perfectly cut adonis belt, that pretty white line of hair leading down to a perfect cock…It was hard not to just spend every licking and kissing him all over. 

“And why should I give you such attention after you left me?” 

He pouts before leaning down to kiss you again, “Because this will be more fun.” 

“I was having fun with the gingerbread houses!” 

He shushes you with another deep kiss before speaking again. His voice is low and husky, “Come on, baby. Don’t you want to help me clean up?” 

You roll your eyes before pushing him down on the bed. He smirks as he spreads his legs a little more to give you room to kneel between them. You do just that, kneeling in front of him. You begin at the base of his cock, licking the icing off. You take it slow, doing everything you can to tease him. Making sure you clean every last drop gives you the added bonus of being able to press your tongue against the most sensitive parts of his cock in the name of being thorough. Moans and whimpers fall from his lips as he buries his hand in your hair. 

“Fuck, you’re being such a little tease.” 

You giggle before continuing your sweet teases. His cock his soon cleaned of all traces of icing, but instead of the release he craved he’s even more aroused than before. His pretty tip is red and swollen and leaking all for you, practically begging for kisses. You stand up and kiss his nose. 

“Did you really think it would be that easy, Satoru?”

[violetsareblue-selfships]

#24. Baking / Empty

Selfshiptober 2024 | [WC: 914] / whoops this is the longest one so far - sylus took over. also like the loosest use of the empty prompt ever but *shrugs* anyways i hope you enjoy it! <3

Sylus: Luke and Kieran have finished off the last of the cookies you made. Sylus: Don't worry. i got my fair share of them before they ate the rest. April: Good! And I know. They're texting me all pouty because the jar's empty. 😆 April: Should I bring some the next time I come over? Sylus: You could. or… you could come over now? the pantrys all stocked with everything you could need. Sylus: Though… its a little unfair calling you over here to do your job isnt it? Sylus sent $500. Sylus: Is that enough for the cost of your labor? April: Sylus!! April: More like too much. It's just cookies. Sylus: Nonsense. if anything, its too little. your presence is priceless, sweetie. Sylus: Also, you can get that game you've had sitting in your wish list and any others that catch your eye. April: …alright. Thank you. I'll head over in a few. Sylus: Ill meet you at the border of the N109 Zone. we can ride the rest of the way together.

April huffs softly as she sets her phone down, shaking her head a little in disbelief. It's still surreal how easily Sylus throws his money around. Still, she supposes she has to get ready to make the trip now.

-----

True to his word, Sylus meets her on his bike at the usual road she takes to get to the N109 Zone. It's not often they get to ride together (and he usually prefers her being his backpack instead of riding separately when they do), so it's nice getting to drive alongside him.

Once they reach Onychinus's base, they dismount. The second their helmets are off, Sylus is grabbing her hand, bringing it up so he can kiss her knuckles. "Come on, your domain is waiting," He murmurs.

April laughs softly at how seriously he's taking this, but her cheeks heat up regardless, making him chuckle. "Cute," He murmurs, using his grip on her hand to gently tug her inside.

They head to the kitchens and she takes a moment to grab everything she needs, setting it all out on the counter in the middle. As he said, there is plenty of ingredients for her to work with, and for a moment, it really does feel like she's in the kitchen at work.

"Here." She hands her phone over to him, smiling at the hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Pick some music for us to listen to."

His lips curl up in a little smirk as he takes it, opening her phone without even asking her for the passcode. She starts measuring out her dry ingredients, planning on making two separate types of cookies and at least two batches of each. With how many ovens in the room, it won't take longer than doing single batches would.

Soon enough, soft jazz music is playing - a song she recognizes from one of his records. He sets the phone somewhere safe and leans against one of the walls. From experience, he knows not to interrupt her when she's baking or she'll make him help. He doesn't necessarily have a problem with that, but he doesn't get a chance to see her in her element like this, so he wants to take advantage of this opportunity.

Each part of the process is streamlined for her, and he suspects it's easier for her to be the only one in the kitchen. She's mentioned that she loves her fellow bakers, but it's definitely more complicated having to keep part of her mind focused on them and what they're doing.

It's only when the trays have been set in the ovens and the timers set that she comes out of her focus, giving him a sheepish expression.

"What's that look for, kitten?" Sylus asks, raising an eyebrow as he strolls over to her.

"I basically ignored you the whole time…" She mumbles and he chuckles, reaching a finger down to her chin to raise her eyes to meet his.

"So? You did exactly what you were supposed to be doing. There's plenty of time for you to focus on me," He says, his eyes looking at her softly. "Besides, I wasn't bored. I got to see what you're like when you're focused on something you enjoy."

His finger lightly brushes her bottom lip. "And angel? You looked radiant."

His words bring a blush to her cheeks and she pushes at his chest, trying to move to go wash the dishes. He doesn't let her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and tugging her up against him.

"Don’t worry about it, you don't have to clean them," He murmurs. "Instead, let me have a bit of your attention while the cookies are baking."

April hesitates a moment longer before melting against him, sighing softly as his face buries in her hair. Already, she's looking forward to the after part of this. Both getting to see Sylus and the twins enjoy her baking and getting to stay over. She already knows Sylus won't let her make the trip twice in one evening.

Besides, it'll be a much more enjoyable evening than the one she would've had alone in her apartment. Sylus makes anything better.

For now, all she has to worry about is holding him until the timers go off. As she feels him press a kiss to the top of her head, her heart feels full. Like she's where she's supposed to be.

[cartoonemotion]

hiii. after watching class of 3000 what character interactions do u think would be most fun to explore. I almost typed explode

YAAAAY this is such a good question !!!!!! honestly as an ensemble cast i feel like class of 3000 overall balances itself and its cast interactions out pretty well (lil d, eddie, and philly phil maybe get some more extra centric episodes in my opinion though. granted it makes sense for lil d since there was an interview where andre said that the character was supposed to in some way kind of be based off him as a kid/his experiences in school)

ALL THAT TO BE SAID !!

pretty much tamika and anybody else. being fully transparent, this is bias cuz tamika is arguably one of my faves of the show and while she does actually get moments to shine i feel like shes just a liiiittle underutilized. when they start using her to set up gags about eddie being clearly infatuated with her instead of that being more of a consistent background detail it starts really negatively effecting the writing of both characters imo. she and madison have some charming bits and that episode where theyre paired up together but i would have also loved to see more of a dynamic between her and kim !! kim's very artistic and expressive and wants to be something of a trendsetter but is obviously (for very reasonable 12 year old reasons, i think) invested in still being apart of the "in" crowd and other people's perception of her, and i think that mirror's tamika's whole thing of being cool and tough but being afraid that that image might be compromised if she lets more of her softer side come through (her collecting dolls, baking cookies with her goofball dad, and actually really enjoying very mushy displays of affection for example) rather nicely ! plus their instruments (turn tables, misc percussive instruments and the harp) would go nicely together imo

I ALSO THINK tamkia and lil d would be fun to explore !!!!!! they kind of start off strong in the beginning of the first season but theres less of it as the show goes on which is a shame ! its funny to watch them squabble almost like siblings but its very clear that they still like and care about each other-- i mean in one episode where tamika goes to hang out with some other girls lil d laments that he misses her threatening him and when she shoves him he exclaims "we missed you tamika !!!" very earnestly !!! it would be nice to explore tamika's side of that yknow !!!

maybe the writers thought philly phil and madison were too similar since theyre both kind of eccentric goofballs to have them paired up more often but i think they could play off each other really nicely ! after all madison is supposed to be more of a ditzy but friendly hippie type and philly phil's mostly just socially inept and kind of clumsy, i think you could find a lot of comedy potential balancing that

i also think philly phil and kam could have gotten more screen time as a duo, seeing as they have the whole geek and nerd dichotomy going on. kam is more of a skeptic whereas philly phil seems to be more willing to believe in things like aliens and santa claus and unicorns even though hes a "man of science", i think it was a real missed opportunity to not have him and kam maybe get into friendly arguments about it or something, or maybe realize they have converging interests (like kam's belief/enthusiasm for bigfoot)

i like lil d and eddie's friendship ! it read to me like eddie was the closest to lil d out of everyone in the group, and i say that even without taking "eddie's money" into consideration (even though thats a great showcase i feel like as to what im talking about !) like everytime lil d needs to pay for something and hes just like "its whatever eddie's got it" eddie just does with very little to no complaint, idk !!! i just like em. plus i think they illustrate again some of the stuff andre was talking about in his goal of exploring the culture of atlanta and his own experiences there since lil d and eddie come from bankhead and buckhead respectively, and him (andre 3000 i mean) mentioning that he went to school on the other side of town with a whole bunch of ppl including the mayor's kids lol

i just love sunny's little individual mentor moments with the kids in general !!!!!! obviously he and lil d are big one and kind of the show's highlight for obvious reasons, but i also really love the one on one moments he gets with kim, which happen way more often than i initially expected !!! i would have loved to see him sort of guide and mentor again tamika a bit more too again to possibly help her reconcile both elements of her identity as both a no-nonsense butt-kicker and somebody with more "childish" or "girly" interests. and also him and philly phil, just because i think. it would be zany. and good for hijinks.