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m-jelly · 4 months

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@2moth-anon2 requested.

Warm

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, married, smut, oral, body worship, unprotected, dirty talk, pet names.

For Levi's birthday, you went away to a cabin in the woods for some peace, but while there a blizzard hits and you have to hunker down and wait it out. While waiting, you decide to worship your husband's body and the two of you make love in front of the fire.

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The cracking of the fire and the loud wind of the snowstorm outside were all forgotten because the heat, soft sighs and words of praise coming from your lips. Each kiss on Levi's warm naked body was electrifying to him. Tingles of pleasure consumed him as he watched you closer.

Your hair tickled his skin as you showered his chest with kisses. Both pecs were adorned with all the love you could possibly give. You cheekily licked a spot before biting causing him to buck. Intense gazes of desire were exchanged, but you weren't done yet.

Every dip and curve of his abs were covered in kisses, you refused to leave a single spot untouched. Your lips dragged down further to his pelvis. The treasure trail of black hair was so delicious to you, it was like a nice arrow to something delicious.

Soft fingertips caressed your cheek causing you to look up. With a gentle smile, you crawled over to your husband and kissed him.

You purred at him. "You wanted me?"

Levi sighed. "I always want you."

You wrapped your hand around his thick, hot erection and moved slowly. You watched as he moaned and whimpered for you. No matter how many times you touched each other or made love, it was still perfection each time. You craved each other.

With keen eyes, Levi watched as you shifted down the floor before sinking him into your mouth. As each inch of him moved into his mouth, he let out a long sigh of pleasure. You paused a moment and moved back up, your lips dragged up his shaft as your tongue moved against him.

Leaning his head back in pleasure caused his hair to ruffle up. His knuckles became white as he gripped the blanket below him. A choked moan escaped him, it was like he was trying to hold back. The heat of your mouth was perfect, along with the gentle movements of your tongue. As Levi marvelled at how your mouth moved, he kept thinking about being inside your pussy.

Levi murmured your name. "Please, no more."

With a cute pop, you pulled back from him. "Are you okay?"

Once he was sat up he pushed his fingers into your hair and brought you closer for a kiss. "I'm good, you're just too talented."

You giggled. "Thank you."

"Come here, cupcake."

You squealed in delight when he dragged you onto his lap, his erection was pressed between your stomachs. You slipped your arms over his shoulders and hummed. "Can I ask, did you wish for the snowstorm on your birthday so we would spend more time in here?"

Levi massaged your thighs. "Mm, maybe."

You shifted up to your knees. "Want me to lower down?"

"Please do." He took himself in his head and moved up and down. "I'm aching for you."

You mewled at his words before sinking down on him slowly. Delighted moans slipped from both of your lips. Once all of Levi's cock was deep inside you, you both spent a moment lightly touching each other and kissing. Your walls caressed and clenched him causing him to grunt in response.

Levi gripped around your thighs and helped you bounce up and down on him. You gripped his shoulder and bounced on Levi. The two of you felt electricity going through you as his cock pounded in and out of you. It was like the two of you were made for each other, the way you came together was just so addictive.

You dove for his shoulder and bit hard as you started rolling your hips. You dragged your tongue up his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. You mewled in delight. Levi's lips were so tempting, you had to have them against yours. You crashed your lips against his and felt your heart throb in your chest.

Your toes squeezed tightly as you felt your coil tighten up. You pulled from Levi's lip and cried out in pleasure. "Levi."

Levi chuckled and slowly lay you on your back. "You are so cute when you cum."

You nibbled your lip and whined. "You're sexy when you cum."

Levi slipped his hand under your bum as the other cupped the back of your head. "Thank you." He panted as he moved against you, your bodies rubbed together causing a tingling of pleasure. "You are so perfect."

You smiled at him. "I thought I was supposed to spoil you."

He nibbled your jawline. "You can spoil me by letting me devour."

You leaned your head back in Levi's hand as he started bucking hard and fast into you. Your nails dragged across his back as his cock plunged in and out of your pussy. Each slam of his hips sent an explosion of pleasure to go through you. You were in pure ecstasy as Levi moved deep within you.

Levi shivered in pleasure as your walls fluttered around him. Every inch of your body was precious and blissful to him. Each time you came together as one he felt like he was tasting heaven. Your body was incredible to him and he wanted to make you feel euphoric as often as possible.

You cupped Levi's face as you panted and moaned against his lips. "I love you."

Levi tapped his forehead against yours. "I love you so much. My darling wife."

You mewled and purred at him as he moved with you. The way he kissed and treated your body was as if you were a goddess. You always treated Levi the same. The way Levi's body moved and looked was incredible. He was a divine being and you were his precious offering before a blazing fire.

You shifted under him and mewled. "Cum inside me, deep inside me."

Levi growled and bucked hard and fast into you. "Yes. All yours." He smiled at you. "My darling wife. I love you."

"I love you, Levi. I love you." You squeezed your toes. "I love you." You panted and gasped. "A-Ah!" You cried out in pleasure. "F-Fuck." You moaned as your orgasm pulsed through you. "Mm."

Levi grunted as your pussy walls massaged his cock. He tapped his forehead against the floor next to your head and plunged deep into you. He panted and moaned against your ear when he came hard. His hot cum poured into you. He hummed as his cock twitched inside you.

He smiled a little at you and started kissing your face all over. "What a wonderful birthday escape."

You giggled. "I'm glad."

He kissed you and hummed. "The storm is still bad." He kissed your neck. "The fire is still big."

You purred. "And you're still horny?"

He smirked. "Yes."

"So am I."

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dolliestfairy · 11 months

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𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 🍞 𝅄࣪ ׅ 𓋜

Yuuji, Megumi and Nanami Headcanons with Chubby!fem!reader who is a Baker ʚ(˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

Pic from @fairydxlll on pinterest ༊

ઇઉ Notes : i just take a break yesterday, and now i'm writing again, now i decided to fill the jujutsu kaisen first in my masterlist that you can see in the pinned post. enjoy my fairies!

ઇઉ Warning : none, maybe some misspelled word. this is just pure pure fluff 🧁 Reader Skin Color Is Not Announced.

Part One ♡ Part Two ♡ Part Three

Enjoy reading my fairies! 🧚🏻‍♀️ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

🥧𖧧. ⊹ Yuuji

• He really love the fact that you're a baker

• everytime after he had done his training or/and mission, he goes straight to your bakery just to meet you.

• love everything you make, pastry, cupcake, muffin, mochis, bread, loaf, croissant, Everything.

• everytime his birthday is coming he's so exited because he knows that right now you're making a birthday cake for him

• and he looveee every single of it.

• Sukuna always tease you both like "those love birds...."

• but honestly, theres a time where sukuna also want to taste your cake and pastry, but Yuuji never allow him anyway.

• truly and really support your business, if theres anyone who have a plan to take down your business just say to him who is it and he'll smash whoever it is.

🥧𖧧. ⊹ Megumi

• flustered to be frankly.

• chubby, round, fluff, soft and also own a bakery!? he's gonna faint.

• no seriously, the first time he sees you he's always muttering like its his first time trying to talk to someone.

• love every single corner of your bakery, its comforting for him. and its safe.

• always protect you from the curse that trying to get into your life and your bakery

• he also sometimes, trying to help you with your business. you'll teach him how to make basic bread, pastry or whatever it is just so he can help you a little bit.

• just like yuuji, he really support your business. but since he's like a Tsundere he doesnt really admit it out loud, he just show it with how much he want to spend his time in your bakery and the fact that he wants to help you with your bakery business.

🥧𖧧. ⊹ Nanami

• oh my god, he's like number one your loyal customer.

• no seriously, everytime, like almost everyday he paid to visit your bakery because 1.) he really love the taste of the bread you make and 2.) he cant help but fell for your soft and round appereance.

• and just like Megumi, he always tried to protect you and your bakery from every curse whos trying to get in into your bakery.

• he mostly really like his bread, but sometimes he doesnt mind to taste other type of food, like pastry, cupcake, muffins, and like croissant or loaf.

• its kinda funny because everytime he taste your pastry, he always said "its good" with a stoic yet having a red cheeks expression.

• really really really support your business. no honestly, if you want to buy some ingredients but turns out you dont have enough money, you bet your ass he'd be giving his money to you. and if your bakery is a small place he insist you to renovate it to make it bigger (but if you dont want that its okay also.)

• if you need help with financial you can call him or maybe you dont need to because every month he's like always giving you extra pay just so you can buy things you need and you want.

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keeksandgigz · 7 months

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in the wind and in the water

eddie munson x reader

a/n: This came from my headcanon that Eddie is a Sagittarius close to Christmas and hates his birthday so uhh enjoy (can be read as being in the same universe of one breath in, three breaths out) for context, you and Eddie have moved out of Hawkins and are now going back for the holidays.

cw: 3.2k words, sad language, mention of parental death, mention of alcoholism, mention of PTSD, some fluffy bits, mention of younger Eddie being sad (that deserved a tw), just overall angst with a happy ending, no y/n, no physical description of reader

baby taglist: @kellyxo1, @cryingglightningg, @tlclick73 (do let me know if you wanna be tagged in any future works!)

inspired by chemtrails over the country club by lana del rey

please like, comment and reblog! feedback is always appreciated and my ask box is always open <3

December 21st, 1990

The snow is unforgiving. Much like the passage of time. He turns 24 today.

He's alone in his bed. The heating in the trailer hasn't been working properly for years, he shudders in the layers he wore to sleep, in the mountains of blankets Wayne had given him once he'd decided to retire for the night. His uncle had even offered to give him his heater, Eddie declined.

You'd arrived in Hawkins early in the afternoon, Eddie's van once again withstanding the drive to your parents' house, where he'd dropped you off.

He'd been offered to stay, but the thought of Wayne being alone even if he was in the same town made his heart shrivel like the gray leaves in your pretty front yard decorated for Christmas.

You'd asked if he needed you to stay with him, in case of any night terrors, but he'd refused. He didn't want to put you through the arctic temperatures of his room in the winter. Once he'd dropped you off with your family he drove off towards Forest Hills.

That place felt haunting during Christmastime. Not that it was any less creepy all- year round, but there was an eerie feeling in the dirty, grey snow, the holiday spirit that attempted to come alive over their side of town felt more like the last dying breath of Father Christmas.

The flickering colorful lights, empty, barren Christmas trees. He saw a bunch of kids playing in the dirty snow.

He prayed there weren't any glass shards from the bottle of some drunken father, coming home to screams and cries. He still remembers the feeling.

He'd eaten crappy TV dinners, missing your warm stews and soups you'd make around this time. Wayne had insisted he took the armchair. He sank into it with guilt overtaking him.

The only part of Hawkins he'd never wanted to leave behind.

He gets out of bed, carrying a makeshift cape made out of a blanket. He smiles to himself, his mom would've called him Superman, and he would've started running around the house with his fist straight in the air.

But today there's just him. Him and a fancy cupcake with a candle stabbed in it Wayne must have spent at least $30 on. A sticky note reads 'In the next town over for a job, will be home by 6. Happy Birthday, kid'

He exhales, he's tempted to drive over to you, but it's still too early and you, ever the late bird, are still asleep.

He pictures you in your small twin bed in some silly pajamas you found in your drawers, happily snoring in the warmth of your home. He misses you in the kitchen making coffee, dancing around to some jazz record you found in his pile.

He runs in his room, grabbing a lighter from his old weed stash, which now contains a dirty bong and a broken glass pipe and a yellow lighter with barely any fluid in it. He grabs it and goes back into the kitchen, lighting the candle on the small chocolate cupcake.

Make a wish! his mom would have said. Make a wish, Eddie!

His mind scrambles to find something. A do- over. To do his life again. Choose a better dad. Let his mom live. Be able to see his mom's smile again.

The wax falls over the white frosting while he ruminates. What good is a wish if it never comes true?

He blows the candle. "Happy Birthday to me" he's sarcastic about it. There's nothing happy with the way the Christmas tree in the corner seems to be staring back at him, as barren and as empty as his mind.

The white smoke from the candle envelops the kitchen as he sets it back down on a plate. He'll share it with you later.

Then he goes back into his room and lays on the floor, enveloped by three quilted blankets, and just stares at the ceiling.

Nobody ever remembered Eddie’s birthday. Except his mom.

When he turned six she took him to get pancakes. She made sure they were extra special for him, a smiley face made out of chocolate chips adorned his breakfast as he drowned it in maple syrup. December 1972, there’s a polaroid of the two of them from that day he’d kept in an old run- down copy of The Hobbit. The one she’d gotten him that same day.

When his mom died and he went to live with his dad, December 21st, 1973 was the year his birthday began to cease existing. “What do you need a birthday for, Junior? Christmas is right around the corner” his dad bellowed over a cup of spiked hot chocolate that was more whiskey than milk.

Christmas 1973, Eddie's dad taught him to pick locks as a gift.

Sometimes, his dad wasn’t even around for his birthday. He spent his day cooped up in his home, scrounging for whatever he could eat. He’d learned to hate Christmas. And his birthday.

One December, after being left at home for a week, on Christmas day, Wayne came to visit. He came to wish Al and Eddie Merry Christmas, bringing some socks for the kid.

When he opened the door, Wayne found Eddie on the couch eating stale cereal dust.

“Where’s your dad, kid?” Wayne had asked. Eddie just shrugged.

“He’ll be back.” Christmas 1975.

Wayne looked around the house. Eddie had learned to use a stove, but not to wash the dishes. A pile of them sat precariously in the sink, the odor emanating from there made the man assume Eddie had grown nose blind to it.

He’d also not been taught to shower regularly, as he found a ball of matted hair in the back of Eddie’s skull. Grown nose blind to his own smell, too. He sighed.

“My mommy would brush my hair for me” the kid protested.

After many wails and I hate yous, Eddie was brought back to Wayne’s trailer, where they spent the rest of Christmas day trying to get rid of the matted hair.

After a couple hours, Wayne had grown tired, seeing little to no progress. As a man of not really much patience and resources, he’d grabbed his razor and some kitchen scissors and shaved Eddie’s head.

Christmas 1975, the year Eddie got a buzz cut as a present.

He'd kept that same buzz cut all through the end of elementary until seventh grade. "Good for lice," Wayne explained.

Eddie had mentioned in passing that his dad always forgot his birthday. Wayne’s ears perked up.

“When’s your birthday, kid?” he’d asked, leaning forward on the armchair while Eddie was playing with some sort of action figures he’d drawn on paper.

“Oh, December 21st” then he went back to his game.

Wayne ran to the calendar he kept hanging on the kitchen wall and scrolled through the pages. He grabbed a pen and wrote Eddie’s Birthday in bold red letters. He never forgot another one.

So when you came around, after everything that had happened in Hawkins, his birthday was the last of his problems. You'd met in one of the makeshift infirmaries spread throughout the town. He called you his 'cot buddy.' After the summer, you both were able to move back into your houses.

You hung out pretty much almost every day, not really bothering to put a label on whatever it was that was happening between the both of you. Enjoying and reveling in each other's company, healing. Also kissing.

Unprompted you’d asked him “So… what are we doing next week?”

The hairs on his neck stood straight, in fear he’d forgotten a date.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I don’t mean to be stupid, but what’s next week?” he’d asked, sheepish, scared you were gonna get mad at him.

“Your birthday, silly. I asked around. Tell me why Dustin had to hack into your old student files to get that information. Nobody knew when your birthday was” you laughed “I literally asked everyone. It’s like you’ve never been born” you said.

He thought it was irrelevant. All his friends would go on winter vacation after final exams, there was no one to celebrate his birthday with but Uncle Wayne. He’d take him to see a movie, use his savings to treat him to something that wasn’t TV dinners or Spaghettios.

After that conversation you two had, you’d made it a tradition to bake him a cake. Chocolate with cream cheese frosting. You’d put together a party for him at your house. Invited all his friends. You’d get him two presents. One for his birthday, one for Christmas.

On Christmas day you’d handed him a box, he looked at you confused.

“What’s all this about? I already got my gift, hon. Literally four days ago, that new vest was really cool, see I’m wearing it right now” he said, pointing at his new denim battle vest.

“That was your birthday gift, Ed. This is Christmas” you smiled at him.

He’d never felt more loved before. His friends pitched in and had gotten him a new record player as both a birthday and Christmas present. You’d gotten him a bunch of new records. Megadeth, Anthrax, Slayer.

His eyes did light up like a kid on Christmas day.

Christmas 1986, the year Eddie got a girlfriend. And some sick presents.

A knocking startles him. He’d fallen asleep on the floor, wrapped up in blankets.

He looks at his watch. 2:00 pm.

Groggy, he stands up and slides his hands in the pockets of his sweater and goes to see who it is.

“Ed!! Ed, c’mon open up! I'm freezing out here” it’s you.

He opens the door and you run in, seeking refuge from the snow. You’re holding a small box. You look so pretty, face bitten by the cold, making the tips of your ears and nose a pretty blushy shade.

"Took you long enough" you huff "I was about to get hypothermia"

“Why’d you drive all the way here, hun? That snow looks pretty bad” he says, rubbing your coat to get the snowflakes off of you.

“Well, yeah, but it’s your birthday! I made a cake” you gesture towards the white box in your hands.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to” he smiles, and pressed a kiss to your cold forehead, riddled with snow. You never have to. The fact that you want to do such nice things to him is still something he struggles to wrap his head around. He helps you out of your puffy coat, grabbing you a warm blanket from his room.

"Why'd you bring it here? I thought we were gonna go to your house?" he said as you shed the layers you'd wrapped yourself in.

"Too much family at my house, we have my aunt from Virginia staying with us, and my grandparents. You don't wanna meet 'em, trust me" you laugh.

"You told everyone to meet here? You could've told me, baby, the trailer's a mess" he scrambles to pick up some dirty mugs from the coffee table.

"It's okay, Ed, I'll help you. Come here for now" you circle the counter to put the cake down.

He huffs, giving you a kiss on top of your head.

“So, what have you been doing here, birthday boy?” you nudge him, opening the cake box.

“You know, the usual. Despair about the passage of time, be sad about my mom, be sad about my dad, blow a candle and make a wish” he smiles half-heartedly. It makes you sad that he’s never able to fully enjoy his birthday.

“I’m sorry, Ed. I know your birthday is never an ideal date for you. Anything I can do to help?” you quip, smiling at him from the counter.

“The cake you made looks like it could be a good contender,” he smiles. You open the box, a simple chocolate cake with frosting says “Happy Birthday Eddie!” in bold chocolate letters. His heart feels like it's doubled in size since he woke up.

He gives you a kiss on the crown of your head as you reach into your purse, a packet of candles in your hand.

“Do you have a lighter?” you ask, kicking yourself for forgetting it. He tosses the almost- dead yellow lighter at you.

You stab the cake with the candles. You’d bought 24. He smiles, no one had ever done something like that for him before you.

You sing to him. The lights of the candles hitting your cold bitten face, making your eyes look shiny, like you had the sun from within.

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday dear Eddie.

Happy birthday to you!

He breathes in, then blows out the candles while you clap contentedly, the white smoke of the candles dissolving into the air between the two of you. Setting the cake down, he gives you a kiss.

It's a soft kiss, full of gratefulness. Full of the thank yous he'll never get to tell you, just because you'll jokingly roll your eyes with the amount of times he'll say it. It's a sad kiss, a kiss that makes you remind him of his mom, the softness and gentleness with which she'd hold him. The kindness she'd show him, the same kindness you gave and continue to give him.

The kindness he wasn't allowed to have throughout his life, with the names and the threats and the beatings.

A whole town turning on a twenty year- old kid.

The kindness his dad had never given him, coming back whenever he needed money, or a place to hide. His rainy day funds raided, with no trace of Al Munson in sight.

Your kisses taste like summer, summer of '86, when he kissed you for the first time. High and clumsy in the back of his van, being too much of a pussy to ask you if you wanted to be with him.

His eyes become watery, almost like his thoughts materialize in the reflection of your eyes, where he can see himself. Tall, sad, Eddie the freak. Eddie the freak who just wanted to be loved, who wanted to be accepted.

He isn't a religious guy by any means, but your kisses feel like a baptism. Everything has been washed away by your love, forgiven for things he's never done. Sins he'd never committed, absolved by the taste of your lips, the feeling of his hands holding your waist, as if to never let you go.

The way you hold his face, cold, shivering hands against the feel of the slight stubble of his jaw. He'd manipulate the weather so you'd never feel cold, he'd bring down the heavens and hell to not make you feel any pain.

A tear falls down his cheek, too many emotions, too many thoughts. It collides with your thumb, you break away from the kiss.

"You okay, Ed?" you press your lips to his cheek, kissing the lone tear away.

He's okay, he just gets overwhelmed by all the love you have for him. He nods.

"Just miss my mom, 's all" he sniffles, then smiles.

"I'm sure she would've been so happy to see her baby turn twenty- four" you reach for a knife to cut the cake.

"No, split this with me" he says, showing you the small cupcake "Save the cake for when everyone gets here, Wayne probably spent a fortune for this one single cupcake" he chuckles.

You cut the cupcake in half, clinking the two halves together as one would two overflowing cups of champagne.

"They'll be coming in a couple hours. I already took care of food and everything, but I came here 'cause I wanted to give you my gift" you say, it never gets easy, getting him gifts. He's so tight lipped about needing things sometimes you just don't know what to get him.

"You didn't have to do that. The cake and the party are enough, sweetheart" he whispers, giving you a soft kiss between chocolate crumbs.

You reach for your bag on the counter, extracting a small black box from it.

"Happy Birthday, Ed" you say, nervous he might not like it.

Words become hard to fabricate, so he gives you a tight smile, almost embarrassed, guilty, you did this for him.

He opens the small, square box. He's not really sure what it is at first, but the nylon and cotton feeling feels familiar. The leather ends, with a loop in between. The red stitching. It's a guitar strap.

He gingerly takes it out of the box, bated breath, holding it horizontally.

The red stitching on the strap says Corroded Coffin, with a red border. But his favorite thing is his initials and yours on the end of the strap, right above the leather bit. He smiles. A smile so wide that you could have been blinded by it.

"I didn't know what to get you, just everything felt so, like, obvious and cliche. I had my mom help me" you rambled timidly.

"It's perfect, honey, thank you" he goes to hold you, guitar strap still in hand. As if it held the fabric of time and space itself, he refused to let it go.

Once he lets go of you, muttering thank you, baby's and i love it, it's so perfect's he grabs his guitar, crackled red and black paint chipped by the passage of time. He changes the straps and plays a few riffs, deft fingers moving across the fretboard, the sadness of the twenty minutes before seems to have vanished, as he spends the rest of his afternoon playing around with his guitar.

You clean up, and at around 6, Wayne comes back with the food you'd requested him to go pick up. All of Eddie's favorites from the diner he'd used to go with his mom. The smiley pancakes, the spaghetti and meatballs, the little sausage and eggs and pizza pockets. His smile is as wide as you've ever seen it, thoroughly shocked that you'd remembered everything he'd told you.

At 7, all his friends start to arrive, bringing him baskets of sweets, cookies, presents. The parties the years before had never been this large- scale. Or maybe the trailer is just small.

Everyone goes outside, wrapped up in their winter clothes that quickly become too hot as they play with the dirty snow, checking for glass shards in every one. In the lights of the shitty street lamps, Eddie is throwing a snow ball at Steve, and Robin throws one back at Eddie. You have a video camera in your hand, documenting every single moment of Eddie's night. His night.

He's frost bitten, his nose and the tips of his ears sticking out from the knitted hat Nancy had gotten him. His smile infectious as he hides behind a car after having thrown a ball at Steve's team. Everyone's on a sugar high, giggly and happy, reveling in the snow, the looming holidays making everything feel a bit lighter.

He opens up birthday presents and eats pancakes until he feels sick. But he's never felt better.

Everyone leaves at the late hours of the night. You decide to stay over, albeit the bite of the cold that forces the both of you to huddle close for warmth. Neither of you complain. Your house is too crowded anyway.

December 21st, 1990. Eddie Munson has had the best birthday of his life.

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Eras!

Scenario:chuuya celebrates his birthday through the years~

Pairing: chuuya x gn!reader

Type:drabble

Genre:fluff

A/N:HIII YH IK THIS IS LATE BUT LIFE KINDA LIFED...please lmk what yall think and if thia was good at all😭

Tagging: @diagonal-queen

HAAPPYY BIRTHHDAYYY TOOO YOUUUUUU!

The members of the sheep all whooped and clapped as their king blew out his candles.

“Come on!,” shirase said as he smiled at chuuya with a quirked brow, “you’re supposed to feed those closest to ya!”

Shirase obviously thought he’d be first,with yuan standing right behind him,but when chuuya nodded and cut out the first slice,the first person to be fed,

Was you.

Chuuya turned to you,beaming as he held out the slice for you to take a bite,and as you did his smile grew brighter.

You could see shirase huffing in front of you,seeming to take offense at not being chuuya’s apparent number one,and he almost refused when the slice was offered to him second.

No one could ever outrank you in chuuyas heart,you were his best friend;his confidant.just as loyal, just as kind and just as deadly.you complimented eachother completely and had gotten pretty close,even if you werent a high ranking member of the sheep you were still the most important to him.

———;—————@

Another year,another set of candles blown out.but this time he wasn’t surrounded by the sheep,no,not anymore.This time he was surrounded by his new friends,the flags.

albatross slapped him on the shoulder,making a comment about how he was another year older but not another inch taller,earning a retort and scowl in return.pianoman made a comment on how the joke was so low hanging that even chuuya could have reached it and this earned yet another punch and grumble from the targetted ginger.

You couldnt help but laugh at their antics.the flags were good for him and you loved that he could find a group of people who cared for him more than shirase and the sheep ever could.the mere thought of the silver-haired bastard bringing a sour taste to your mouth,one you attempted to swallow down with some wine.

Chuuya looked to you when he heard your laugh,his anger immediately replaced by a crooked smile. “Nice to know my pain brings you joy y/n” he says as he rolls his eyes,his hands resting on his hips as he looked at You with a look of mock hurt.you scoff in reply as you get up from your seat,place the wine glass back on the table and make your way towards him. “Mhmm dam right it does.” You say with a smirk,flicking his forehead with your middle and pointer fingers, “now come on a tradition’s a tradition,nakahara~”

Chuuya rolled his eyes again and cut out the slice,feeding it to you before turning to the rest of the flags.the sprinkle of red dusting his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by any of them as they all chuckled to themselves.their little ginger had a crush~

And they weren’t wrong in their assumptions.chuuya had indeed caught feelings for you,or rather,he’d realised he’d had them all along.when the sheep had betrayed him,stabbing him (literally) in the back,you’d jumped down to go after him.None of the members has let you know about the blindside as they’d all known you’d either warn chuuya or find a way to foil their plans.none of them tried to stop you when you ran for him though,treating it more like a kind of two-birds-with-one-stone situation. And when dazai offered chuuya an ultimatum,you agreed to join too.you saw nothing in the sheep anymore.their fear of being betrayed had rotted them to the core and you held nothing but hatred for them now.chuuya had appreciated how you’d stayed by his side,how you hadn’t abandoned him.and it was then that he realized he did have feelings for you (yup ik,inconvenient but hey! Watcha gonna do?)

———————-;——-@

It was once again April 29th, and the clock had just struck midnight.chuuya stood alone in your pantry,a little cupcake which said ‘happy b day’ stood before him with a lit candle stuck in its top.he blew out the candles as you sang softly,clapping when it finally went out. “You know what time it i-!” Before you could complete your sentence chuuya crashed his lips into yours,capturing them is a passionate kiss.his hands were on your waist,pulling you closer as yours cupped his face.

When he finally broke the kiss,panting for air as he rested his forehead against yours,he finally said, “lets skip the traditions for once huh?” He’d said smiling like an idiot.you couldnt help but laugh as you replied with a, “Thats just fine by me~” you held his face and looked into his eyes before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Happy Birthday Chuuya,I love you” and in that moment he felt like the luckiest guy alive.his best friend turned lover,his one constant,was with him yet again and the look in your eyes told him you’d be there till your heart stopped beating.so in reply he said the only thing he could,it couldn’t fully encompass how much he loved you or how much you meant to him,but it was simple and sweet,

“Love you too y/n”

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Watched another Great X-Men episode and let me tell you one thing before I go any further, Hagneto must be stopped. Rogue didn't even look happy at all when he made that snarky ass comment to Remy and I am really going to need him to fight back. Put that Hag in a retirement home where he can daydream about Charles Xavier.

ANYWAYS.... I was happy to see that it was Jubilee's Birthday and her Magneto expression was WAY to spot on that I cackled however, Magneto made a good point and I happy Jubilee was able to get that lesson pushed into her head early.

I also enjoyed Jubilee's power display by older Jubilee (love that they got the OG voice actress too) so that was great to see. I also love how Logan gave off some dad vibes for me when he offered Jubilee the cupcakes. It reminded me of Evo Logan (HE WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS TO ME) so I was very happy.

I squealed when Jubilee and Roberto kissed. I felt like they had some great chemistry and the scene was just animated to beautifully that I was really in awe. I absolutely adored what I was seeing and they make such a cut couple in my opinion.

Now onto Storm. I can't be the only one who was deeply satisfied when she slapped Forge. To think that man could've had it all. He made one good point though, Ororo Munroe is a goddess with or without her powers. Now let me tell you something, that nightmare bird we really sent me cause it had no reason to be so terrifying for me lol.

I will say that I did thoroughly enjoy the scene though and someone needs to study how effortlessly Glamorous Storm is cause she makes every look work and I just adored seeing her.

I hope we see Storm get her powers back soon and Can I just say I loved Mojo or at least his sass. He was still VERY disturbing to see but his commentary is funny AF.

I also hope we get night crawler in the next episode.

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Blood, Wine & Cupcakes || Terror Trio

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒: “Could I request some headcanons for the terror trios(Corn, Afton and Santiago) friendship? -🔮”

For those of you who are new here; The Terror Trio consists of Corin, Santiago and Afton, over the years they have become quite a chaotic group of friends that have earned them the nickname. Like the Demetri and Felix one; I have decided to pick out a couple of special memories for this trio.

!𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! Some mild angst.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎

When Santiago joined the guard Afton and Corin had already developed somewhat of a friendship through Chelsea; but it was Santiago who added the right ingredient to form the legendary 'Terror Trio'. He added his own sort of exuberance to The Volturi had not see in quite a few years.

It is no secret that Corin has a tendency to use Santiago and Afton as her guinea pigs in terms of cooking, baking and wine making. She has accidentally poisoned them over a hundred times.

Once upon a time Afton and Santiago had to help Corin sneak out to meet a dashing vampiric lady that had visited Volterra, Caius still does not know what transpired.

Sometimes they spirit away Elizabeth and Gustav, only to return them in some ridiculous outfit they have found online. Heidi finds it quite endearing while Demetri is offended every time.

Corin and Santiago always help Afton pick out anniversary presents for Chelsea, some of the gifts she has appreciated the most have been suggested by Santiago surprisingly enough.

Corin and Santiago ask for ridiculously difficult things to acquire from Afton for their big birthdays, usually it involves Afton having to use his gift to stage a proper heist; he has yet to disappoint his dearest friends.

In the last couple of years Afton and Corin has subtly been championing for Santiago to finally receive a dark grey cloak; symbolising that he is a permanent fixture within The Volturi. Caius is fond of this idea but Aro and Marcus are not quite convinced yet. Athenodora would gladly award him a cloak but Sulpicia is also on the fence.

At one point Corin had a pet-parrot named Caius II, who in fact was acquired on the same trip that Caius recruited Santiago. This parrot did help Santiago and Corin initially bond since he knew how to best care for the bird (They also taught the poor bird a whole slew of foul things to say).

On the last Sunday of every month the three of them bake blood-cupcakes together, trying out different recipes. Corin always brings them to her father and siblings, Afton shares them with Chelsea and Santiago hands them out to the rest of the transitionary guard.

#Corin Volturi #Santiago Volturi #Afton Volturi #Corin Volturi Headcanon #Santiago Volturi Headcanon #Afton Volturi Headcanon #Twilight

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the percabeth kiss, annabeth’s pov

a/n: i started this a while ago, so the beginning may not be the best. also it will switch from using capital letters to all lowercase (idk if that bothers anyone, just putting it out there). also this was not proofread!!

Annabeth’s POV:

“Hey” I said, sitting next to Percy on the bench in the dining pavilion. “Happy Birthday” I held out a cupcake with blue icing, and it looked very messy. Percy stared at me with confusion “What?” He said. “It’s august 18th, your birthday, right?” He looked surprised that I remembered, but then his shock turned to happiness as he smiled at me. “Make a wish” I told him. Instead, he asked “did you bake this yourself?” I smiled. “Tyson helped” I replied. “Oh that explains why it looks like a chocolate brick, with extra blue cement.” He said, laughing and smiling. I joined him, and this was the happiest we’ve been in a while, with the war and all that. He eventually stopped and blew out the candle on top of the “brick”. We split it and half and ate it. “You saved the world” I said. “We saved the world” he said, and I looked over at him, seeing the blue frosting on his face and the small smile he made after the last thing he said. “And Rachel is the oracle” I started “which means she won’t be dating anybody.” I smiled to myself, thinking maybe Percy would finally take his attention away from Rachel. “You don’t sound disappointed.” He said chuckling and grinning. I shrugged it off and said “oh, I don’t care.” “Uh-huh” was the next remark out of his mouth. “You got something to say to me, seaweed brain?” I laughed, raising my eyebrow. He did that cute thing where he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “You’d probably kick my butt” he said, nervously showing that lopsided grin that I loved so much. “You know I’d kick your butt!” I said giggling (which was very unlike me) and punched his arm playfully. He licked the frosting off his lips and brushed the cake off of his hands. “When I was in the river styx, turning invulnerable,” he paused for a second looking at me “Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal.” He stopped again, this time taking a longer pause. “Yeah?” I said, fighting the urge to look at him because I knew if I did, I would do something impulsive. “Then up on Olympus,” he continued “when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking-” I smirked and said “Oh you so wanted to!” “Well maybe a little,” a small blush started to creep across his cheeks “but I didn’t, because I thought I didn’t want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking…” he stopped, looking nervous. I turned fully and made eye contact with him “anyone in particular?” I asked, my voice soft as I was trying not to laugh. “You’re laughing at me!” He complained “I am not!” I said smiling. “You are so not making this easy!” Then I laughed softly, and looked him dead in the eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I am never, ever going to make things easy for you Seaweed Brain, get used to it.” Then, feeling it was the right time, I leaned forward and kissed him. Not hard, but softly and gently. He didn’t do anything for a second or two, and I started to think I had made the wrong choice. Then, he started to kiss me back, slowly, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. It was the perfect moment and I wished it could last forever. But of course, as demigods, we never really get any peace. “Finally!” I heard someone yell, as Clarisse came into view, along with some other campers. “These love birds need to cool off!” Both me and Percy’s faces turned red, realising that all of them had just seen us kiss. “The canoe lake!” Connor Stoll yelled. Then, all the campers that were watching came out and picked us up and carried us down the hill. Thank the gods, they kept us close enough to hold hands. Percy and I started laughing, still bright red, as we were carried down the hill. We held hands until they threw us in the water. Then, Percy, being the son of Poseidon, made an air bubble for us at the bottom of the lake, which dried us off completely. he swam towards me and slowly wrapped his arms around my waist as i put my hands on his chest.

(i’m working on a part 2!)

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@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 30 || 1346 Words || Read on Ao3 This one's sad! 😀 —

It’s a cloudy day outside—that much James can tell from the little window in his room. He’s been told there’s no outside time today by his Healer, Opal, so he guesses there’s probably rain coming, or maybe snow—he’s not sure he can recall what month it is. But still, he enjoys sitting in the comfy chair by the window, smoothing the blanket on his lap as he watches the birds fly by, for a long while.

A few times he mistakes his reflection for a bird—the grey strands of his hair rustling with the turn of his head. This earns a low chuckle from him—so jumpy after a life spent in war, even in a place as safe as St. Mungo’s.

“James?”

His name pulls his attention from the birds outside to the doorway across the room. Standing there is a woman with sparkling green eyes, edges crinkled as she smiles tentatively over at him. Her hair—a light, faded red—is plaited over one shoulder and she slowly takes a step forward. “My name is Lily. I’m a Mungo’s volunteer, and I thought I could sit with you for a while, if you’d like some company.”

He nods, gesturing to the matching chair beside him. “Of course.”

His invitation relaxes something in her shoulders and her smile melts from tense to easy. She grabs a pillow from another nearby chair and places it behind her back as she sinks down next to him. Her eyes scan him, and James suddenly becomes self-conscious.

He knows the war he’d fought in had left him marked with scars, had left him bruised and battered, and he tugs his cardigan tighter around his neck to hide some of the more gruesome marks he’s not sure how to explain.

“It’s nice to meet you, Lily,” he nods with a smile, trying to move on from the awkwardness of his scars.

A flash of something crosses her face, but it’s gone so quickly he figures he must have imagined it. Instead, a warm smile is back on her lips and she’s leaning towards him. “It’s nice to meet you, too, James. Tell me, do you know what today is?”

He thinks for a moment, but still can’t pinpoint the month or year, much less the day.

Lily doesn’t let him stew too much in his thoughts, reaching into her purse and pulling out something she enlarges with the tap of her wand. It’s a container that contains two chocolate cupcakes, and when she opens it, the smell alone jolts James back to his parents’ kitchen as a boy.

“Opal told me it’s your birthday,” she says with a gentle excitement, handing him one of the cupcakes. “Luckily I happened to have this in my purse, I thought it could be a nice little treat.”

“Oh,” James blinks, staring at the treat in his hand, “thank you.” She smiles at him again before taking a bite, humming appreciatively, and he follows suit.

It’s good. He can’t remember having something like this since—

Well, that’s the problem with spell damage, isn’t it? He doesn’t know.

He lets out a sigh of frustration as he takes another bite, trying to usher the negative feelings away as he focuses on the kindness of his guest. They make some idle chit-chat between bites and she vanishes up the crumbs with a wave of her wand once they’re done.

“Contraband, no evidence,” she whispers with a mischievous smile and a lively glint in her eyes that has James staring too long.

Under his gaze, she tucks a strand of light hair behind her ear and he notices the glint of a ring on her finger, and inexplicably his heart sinks. Offering her a slightly weaker smile, he thanks her again for the cupcake, realizing that if it’s his birthday, then that means it’s March, and if it’s March, that means Quidditch was nearing the end of regular season.

“I have an…odd question,” he asks. Lily gives him an encouraging nod. “Puddlemere United. Would you happen to know how they’re getting on this season?”

Her head falls back with delicate laughter, and when she smiles, it’s warm and buzzing with affection—a fellow Puddlemere supporter. “They’re doing really well,” she tells him, her laughter still echoing in the spaces between the words. “Two of the Chasers have been drafted onto England’s team for the World Cup.”

“There’s a World Cup this year?”

“Yes, there is. Held in Italy, if you can believe it.”

James sighs, leaning back in his chair with a look of wonderment on his face. He removes his glasses and wipes his face. “I wish I could go to the Cup. Just once, at least.”

“You—” Lily begins a sentence, then clears her throat before continuing. “It’s quite an experience, I’ll say.”

He sits up straight, looking at her with wide eyes. “You’ve been?”

Something’s changed. Her eyes still sparkle, but there’s a softness around the edges that tug at something in his chest. Lily takes a breath and nods slowly, dropping her eyes to her lap, where she twists the rings around her finger. “I have. My husband and I went some years ago, when it was held here in England.” A smile tugs the corners of her lips back up. “It was remarkable.”

“Please tell me he doesn’t hold allegiance to a stupid team.”

She laughs again, shaking her head softly. “No, no. He has good taste. A Puddlemere man, through and through.”

He makes a sound of approval and sees her lips twitch from his periphery. “He’s a patient here, actually. It’s why I love to come to Mungo’s and volunteer, to see him.”

“Lucky bloke,” he comments, flashing her a smile just as Opal raps on the doorframe with a large smile on her face.

“Look at you two,” she gushes as she crosses the threshold. His cheeks redden at the insinuation in her tone. “Are you enjoying your visitor, Mr. Potter?”

Potter. The name is a bolt of lightning in his system—something to grasp for that’s a natural extension of James but is just slippery enough to not stay put, no matter how many times he hears it.

Potter. It conjures up more faded memories: the blast of spells, overlapping schoolboy laughter, vibrant red hair, a small child with bright green eyes and wild black hair.

Potter. His head turns to look at the woman beside him, and her features—beautiful as they are in their graceful age, flicker to something younger, something fiercer. Something full of hope, until suddenly they’re back in his room at St. Mungo’s and her hair is faded and her eyes twinkle with concern.

It’s all a bit overwhelming, these surges of memories through the lasting damage of decaying magic. These two sets of eyes on him—expectant and kind and worried. His gaze falls into the hands in his lap—old, wrinkled, but undoubtedly his own—and he frowns as he twists a silver band around his finger, not quite remembering how it got there.

“Yes. It’s been nice company to have, especially on my birthday.”

He retreats into himself, as he normally does after such an intense round of mental strain, and Lily quietly rises, reaching over and squeezing his hand in a silent farewell.

It’s a sensation he remembers, he just doesn’t know from where.

He’s silent as he watches her go, hoping he didn’t upset her enough that she won’t return—he really did enjoy her visit. It was…comfortable. Familiar.

“I’m going to give him some time to rest,” he hears Lily whisper to Opal across the room. “I’ll be back later with Harry when he gets off work.”

“Of course, dear, we’ll see you back around dinner.”

As she crosses the threshold of his room, she casts one last glance back at him, and this time when their eyes meet his heart thunders against his ribcage at the sadness and love he sees in their depths. Emotion breaks forth from somewhere deep in his chest, deep in his soul and reminds him—however briefly—of love he can’t forget.

Lily.

#it's (always) you #jilytober2023 #jily #jple #james potter #lily evans #31 prompts

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keiyoomi · 1 year

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detail/s: iwaizumi × afab!reader ; kira (daughter) | dad!iwaizumi • fluff!

note: happy iwaizumi day!!! this is all i could write for now. enioy reading!

after years of spending time with each other, you already know how sharp iwa's instinct could be. his talent only improved when you two finally started your own family.

"kira-chan, let's decorate papa's cupcakes, okay?" you gently said while opening the bags of marshmallows, sprinkles, and chocolate chips. "he must not catch us making these."

little kira's ponytail bounced as she nodded her head. her curious eyes watched your every move as you picked up several chocolate chips to decorate one of the cupcakes.

kira reached out for the bag of sprinkles. her eyes slightly widened when the bag made a sound in the process. she looked at your direction but you only chuckled at her before kissing the top of her hair.

"papa won't hear it. don't worry," you said softly while placing the cupcake you did in the cupcake organizer.

your little girl tried to copy your movements, only for her to frown when she saw three sprinkles on the top of the icing. she turned to you and watched as you placed the sprinkles on the cupcake.

"ma, pu' mo'. kiwa wan' pu' mo'." ["ma, put more. kira want put more."]

you smiled and showed her how she can put more toppings on her cupcakes. you grabbed a handful of marshmallows before slowly releasing it from your hand.

once again, your adorable little toddler copied your action and this time, she was successful. her eyes twinkled with joy when she finally see more colorful sprinkles on the top of her cupcake.

she clapped her hands and cheered with her adorable tiny voice. "kiwa did it! yahoo~!"

as much as you wanted to tell her to keep her voice down, you couldn't help but feel proud of your growing child.

but of course, you knew that her victorious cheer woke up that day's main character.

you glanced up and met the gaze of hajime, whose bed hair is still quite comparable to that of a bird's nest. although his eyes were squinting, you could tell that it's been a while since he started watching you and your daughter.

"you're not supposed to be awake yet," you grumbled while watching him walk towards the kitchen.

"papa, dun cam. papa no no!"

hajime pouted before kneeling next to kira.

"but papa wants to say good morning to mama and kira."

"but sprice, papa. sprice!" she emphasized making you chuckle while nodding.

hajime laughed before placing a tender kiss on kira's forehead.

"but kira already surprised me."

little kira gasped, covering her lips with her tiny hands. "really?" she asked with wide eyes.

iwaizumi nodded his head. "really!"

"when?"

"when kira kissed papa's head earlier."

your daughter turned to you with wide eyes. "oh no!"

you and your husband laughed at her cute reaction. hajime stood and walked towards you.

he wrapped his strong arms around you as he rest his chin on your shoulder.

"you've been awake since we started, huh."

"uh-huh," he responded while nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. "thank you, love."

"happy birthday, hajime."

"i love you," he whispered while looking at you, his lips were inch away from yours. his lips looking more inviting for some reason. l

when you were about to share a kiss with your husband, a tiny voice suddenly spoke.

"done, mama? done?"

when you and your husband looked down, you saw how little kira was covering her eyes while taking a peek in between her fingers.

you and your husband chuckled before peppering your child with kisses.

"happy birthday, papa!"

"happy birthday to me, indeed," he replied as he pulled you and your child closer to him.

#haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #hq!! fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #keiyoomi: does impulsive shits #hq fluff #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi hajime imagine #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi x you #happy birthday iwaizumi

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☆*: Sweeter Than Pie

Valen being a professional smooth talker but still being bitchless is so funny to me so here is him trying his hardest to court you but lwk being bad at it someone help him Please. It’s kinda slow burn cause that’s my favorite trope, and it’s super rushed, but I hope it’s still enjoyable :)

[Tags]: fluff | valen x reader | GN Reader

[Authors’ note]: ofc my first post had to be with my bbg— valen if you’re reading this ily ♡

The cool morning breeze carried the chatters of the townsfolk all across Holistone. Although the sun had only just risen, there was already a bustling level of activity within the town as its residents prepared for a full days worth of business and chores. Amongst the early morning birds was you, a baker employed by a renowned bakery in Holistone. The owner— your childhood friend—had offered you the job during its rise in popularity when customer demand had surpassed shop output drastically and simply could not keep up. At the time, you hadn’t had much baking experience, but your friend had been desperate for any help they could get and immediately started teaching you the ropes before you could even understand what each ingredient was.

Obviously in your amateur days, your baked goods had not been quite the best—A feat that had your friend apologetically switching responsibilities with you, exchanging their server/cashier duties for your baker ones after you presented a cinnamon roll glaze accidentally made with sour cream instead of cream cheese. However, despite your learning blunders, the knight you met soon after beginning your job had taken (and eaten?!) everything you had practiced on with a charming smile and compliments of all the things you had done well that time.

How the two of you met was quite the story as well; You had only been working at the bakery for a few weeks and had only just gotten a grasp of optimal mixing texture for muffins when the small door bell had chimed, signaling the arrival of a customer. You were a bit surprised because of the late hour but got over it quickly when you set your mixing bowl down and wiped your hands on your apron before making your way to the front station.

“Hello, welcome! Could I help you with anything?” You greeted with a smile, looking at the figure that was bent over looking into the glass display of foods. The sound of your voice seemed to catch the figure by surprise and they straightened up, a curious expression on their face.

“Good evening! I was just stopping by to pick up some desert for my boss since it’s his birthday today, but it seems you’re all out of cupcakes?” The stranger said to you with a casted glance back over to the empty section on the display. He ran a hand through his chestnut hair with a sigh, “I know it’s a little late to be celebrating a birthday, but you wouldn’t possibly have any extras in the back would you?”

“Ah…we do but,” You shook your head slightly, your smile becoming sheepish, “I’m not confident that they’re well enough to be sold…at least, I couldn’t do so without feeling concerned for your health.”

The man only laughed, putting a hand on his hip as he tilted his head. “Oh? Why’s that? As a knight of the Heroic Order, I feel I should ask in duty if they’ve been poisoned or something.”

You shook your head frantically; A knight of the heroic order?! Now you were sure you couldn’t, in good heart, sell your practice cupcakes to him much less his boss! But…on the other hand…if word got out that your friend’s bakery served even the Heroic Order, business would boom more intensely. Of course you wanted nothing but the best for your friend and it certainly was not complain-worthy that your paycheck would increase as well. Still, with your skill level you might end up giving the poor knight and his boss food poisoning, or worse, and that might backfire on the bakery. Conflicted, you decided to explain the situation to the knight and let him decide what chances he’d rather take.

“No, no! They’re not poisoned I swear! They were made by me, though, and I’m still learning my way around the kitchen. By that I mean they’re most likely subpar in flavor…I would not recommend giving them to your boss at least.”

“Really? Is that what’s happened?” The knight, as handsome as he was, made you a little nervous with his full-attention look as he seemed to consider the situation with a smile that never fell. “I see. Well, I’m already here so it’d be more in my favor if I at least try one of your creations. I’ve gotta admit I’m a little curious to see the result. After all, if Alex hired you, then you certainly have potential. We’ve known each other for a while so I feel I could say I understand his character; I don’t think he’d allow just anyone into his bakery.”

“Ah, Alex and I are childhood friends actually. I really didn’t have any baker experience before working here but my working here was convinent for the both of us so it ended up like this,” You responded, rubbing your neck awkwardly at the mention of your boss, “But if you’re really up for it then I’ll fetch those cupcakes for you. As a knight, you must not be much afraid of death after all”. You gave him a look before adding, “They might actually stop your heart. I miscalculated the sugar ratio…”

The knight, whose name you still hadn’t caught, only shrugged like it was nothing. Shaking your head again, you excused yourself to the kitchen where you picked up the messy tray that you had haphazardly covered with frosting in your attempts to add it to the cupcake tops. Dura above, you thought as you made your way back to the knight. You immediately looked to his face in anticipation of his reaction; Some part of you wanted to laugh because this was pretty ridiculous, but the other part of you felt a little embarrassed. “Here you are,” you set the tray down on the front desk, “half a dozen cupcakes made by yours truly.”

The knight hummed only and you really couldn’t tell his expression—was he purposefully keeping a straight face…—but he reached for one of the cupcakes without hesitation and took a big bite. You immediately lifted your hand to your mouth to cover your shock, a laugh threatening to spill from your lips because you knew he was actively schooling his expression. There was no way no one would be able to not flinch at the overly sweet flavor (you knew, you tried one yourself earlier). Nothing was said between the two of you as he stood there chewing the desert for a few seconds before swallowing.

“They’re perfect,” he said nonchalantly, “I’ll take them all.”

Startled, you gaped at him, “..Sir…you can’t be serious. Let me get you some water, I fear you’ve given yourself a sugar induced stroke!”

He waved his hand in dismissal, “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit. The sunset color of them is just right. Good job!”

“The color?!” Disbelief replaced your shock and you sighed. This man really just pulled a compliment out of his ear to save you some face—the cupcakes weren’t even supposed to be sunset colored, but white instead! You didn’t have the heart to correct him so you smiled solemnly instead. “A knight, huh? You truly live up the the reputation. How about I give you a small cake instead, baked by Alex himself. And that cup of water.”

“I’ll take that cup of water, thank you. But I’m fine with these, really. How many people can say they’ve had life changing cupcakes, literally? Besides, if any complaints arise from my boss I’ll just have to come back to you to return them.” That charming smile of his returned and he crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the display.

“Oh, we don’t accept returns I’m afraid,” you responded, “but I would be more than willing to work something out, and I’m sure my boss would understand once I explain it to him”

“That’s good enough for me.” Was all he said as you went to work packing the cupcakes in a box. When it was time for him to leave, he simply took the box—and a small paper cup of water—with a ‘thank you’ and turned to leave.

“By the way, my names Valen. You should stop by the Heroic Orders headquarters sometime. If you ever need any help.” And with a two finger salute, and a wink, he was out the door.

Since then, months have passed and regrettably you had never found a good enough excuse to take Valen up on his offer to stop by the knights’ office, but things hadn’t turned out for the worst. In fact, Valen had taken it upon himself to visit you at the bakery quite frequently, and every single time he visited he left with one of your baked creations; And each time he returned, he waxed poetry about them. Over time, your baking skills did eventually improve so Valen had and increasing amount of opportunity to praise more than just the desert’s color, but no matter what he said he left you feeling giddy. At some point during your interactions, he had taken to complimenting you as well, calling you beautiful as casually as he said your name and looking you straight in the eyes as he did so. It didn’t help that, on the occasions in which he would be gone for days at a time on a mission, he would bring you back some kind of souvenir or tell you that he missed your smile.

“Wouldn’t you say it would bring me good luck to have your smile with me wherever I go? It would definitely help reenergize me after a battle,” he had told you one day during a conversation in which he tried to convince you that the two of you should have matching lockets with each others pictures in them.

“I think you would feel better if you took better care of yourself—Look, you’re literally bleeding! I don’t have anymore bandages either, we need to get you to a doctor!”

“Oh, this? I’m fine, it’s just a graze. I was on my way to the infirmary but figured that I’d say hi to you first. I bet you missed me after being gone for a week,” he said to you, running his hand through his hair (a signature move) and leaning close into you.

“You’re going to be gone for the rest of eternity if you don’t stop bleeding out in my bakery,” You crossed your arms over your chest with a small worried frown, “If you go get that wound checked out then we can go shopping for lockets later.”

Valen grinned toothily, straightening up as he pulled out two matching necklaces with lockets from one oh his pockets, “That reminds me, I brought you a souvenir. Look, one of them is even a heart.”

You gave him a deadpan look but couldn’t hold it for long before you couldn’t help but smile. You took one of the necklaces and opened the locket to see a picture of you and Valen together—the picture taken at his surprise birthday party, coincidentally your first official launch as a professional baker since you had personally made the birthday cake. You felt your heart flutter at the picture and all the memories that came with it before looking back up at him with a fond look. In the few seconds that you had looked away, Valen had already put his on and all you caught was a glimpse of him tucking it into his collar.

“I feel better already, what did I tell you.”

“You fool,” you said endearingly, “Go seek medical help before I tell on you to General Hogan.”

“Hey no need to go so far! Fine, fine, I hate to love you and leave you, but all this blood loss is making me dizzy—or, it might just be you taking my breath away—Okay I’m going!” He said as you chased him out with a light blush dusting your face.

#Valen #valen x reader #valen afk journey #valen afk #he’s so silly #afk journey #afk journey x reader

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blueparadis · 1 year

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| GOLD RUSH | REI SUWA |

[ synopsis ] — Rei Suwa some how accepted advent of Miri in his life, had made peace with the presence of his partner, Kazuki long before Miri walked into their life. He was not willing to do it anymore, not under any circumstances but hearts does not align with our minds, does it now?

[ content & themes ] — undertones of fluff cuz i love miri, f!reader ( s!her pronouns ), canon typical violence, death, murder, profanity, mention of smoking, alcohol, sexual tension, mutual pinning,rei is so fvcking oblivious that I wanna bang my head on a pillow. characters include :: Kazuki Kurusu, Kyutaro Kugi, Miri Unasaka, Anna Hanyu. word count :: 1.5k

One. Two. Three. . . and four. Four turns it took for Rei to adjust the lens of his sniper. His eyebrows which were already congested seemed to become more devoted to the cause. Kazuki might not have packed the most comfortable sniper Rei likes to use. That fucking dim wit. A low grunt escapes past his lips as he aligns the nozzle upon the railing of the rooftop.

The weather is sunny yet sultry, not particularly of what Suwa prefers to have while executing his job, that is to scratch off another name from the list Kyutaro has given him. On any other day, Kazuki would have accompanied him but not today. Today is special. . . special because Miri claims that she is turning six years old.

It was so random that both the assassins thought that it was one of the other tactics to have a chocolate cake that she was denied the other day. Lately, Kazuki has been strict and he is nothing less than an angry bird as imagined by Miri. But Miri can be stubborn sometimes and hence Kazuki stayed behind to cook chocolate cupcakes for her. She does not crave gigantic three layered cakes, just small cupcakes that would perfectly fit in her small dainty hands. How odd ! How childish!

“Are you ready?” Kazuki conjectured from the other side. Rei can not recall anything happy of sort about his birthdays or birthdays in general. In all honesty, he never really understood the undying joy on birthdays. What exactly is there to celebrate? We're all gonna die at some day or it could be at the next moment. We're just getting closer to it each day, each month, each year. What's the point of celebration?

“Hm.” That was . . . inert for someone who never liked babysitting. Kazuki even proposed that he can go and do the job in his way while Rei could sit at home, look after Miri and play video games. Was he mad about getting hired for this job? Who can tell? Well, definitely not Rei since he rarely speaks his mind.

“Alright. I’m going to call.” Kazuki clears his throat before dialing the number of their target. One. two and a half ring — “hello”

“Hello. Good Morning.We are calling from the pollution center. I would like to inform you that the car registered under your name has been . . .

“But I don't remember sending my car for a pollution check.”

“Perhaps it was your daughter. . . Naomi Kento.”

And those dull black eyes are now watching the target like an eagle hunting for its prey. The lens zooms in. The target, Mr. Kento Fujiwara is now loitering from one end of his room to the other. Rei could have easily taken a shot through his neck but his bodyguard is quite persistent, maybe a little too good for her job. Rei moves his eyes from the lens while two sets of his fingers reach up to his ears, “ Kazuki. What’re ya doin? He is moving too much. Talk less.” God, the sun is burning his skin and thinning his patience. He is not particularly aware of the reason behind his edgy mood and now is definitely not the time to think about it.

“Oh! It wasn’t your daughter. I see. I apologize. There must be some sort of mistake in your system. We will send one of our staff to . . .

And Mr.Kento Fujiwara is still standing in front of his gigantic glass window but his bodyguard is keeping Rei from getting a clean shot. Does she know? Or was she planted by Kyutaro to test his skills? The other day he commented how rei had become a little rusty and needed to get back on his track. Wouldn’t be surprised if he were to do this. Rei moves away from the sniper lens once again and exhales deeply, long enough to make a decision : death or deaths.

The girl turned around on her heel and was approaching the gigantic window. Suwa thought she might have been asked to draw in the curtains which meant he had to wait another two hours for getting a good clean shot. Needless to say, he was not going to settle for it. Still he chose death. He watches the bodyguard to keep her hostler on the table nearby and adjusts her body suit. God, he can’t wait to put a bullet through that man’s heart. Kyutaro was right about him. He is a shark as well as a parasite. BANG!

Rei watches the target fall to the floor like a tree chopped from its root. Tsk! His eyebrows grow flat for a few seconds when he hears Kazuki saying, “Mr. Fujiwara? Mr.Fujiwara? . . .Are you there?” He isn’t. Kazuki disconnects the call. The number he used belonged to one of the staff from the pollution center, as provided by their friendly bartender : Kyutaro Kugi.

“Odd.”, Suwa comets watching all the guards in black suits flood the room that has a corpse lying on the ground.

“What is?” more than him, Kazuki is on edge. Suwa is glad that Kakuki did not tag along in this job. It would have taken more time to take out the target.

“Well, not our problem.”, Suwa amends. He is already lighting his cigarette, having his sniper rifle on his back. He is fast. He has always been fast.

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‘Breaking news : Kento Fujiwara, one of the leading business tycoons, was murdered yesterday morning. It seems that he died because of the injury in the head. . .

The news continues to broadcast further details, clarifying what is going to happen to his estates as well as his family members but none of that registers into Suwa’s brain. He is stuck at the ‘injury in the head’ part , which means, ‘shot at the head’ Sure, he is having a tough time but he is not too weak to miss his shot that was aimed at the belly, not the head. He can not be that reckless. Plus, it has been a long time since he shot someone right in the head. It can’t be. Something just doesn't fit.

“Rei. . .” Kazuki draws in the curtains of the room basking the room with the rays of azure noon.

“What?” Rei utters with the same bored expression that he always has on his face, but this time he bothers to tilt his head with a furrow in between his brows. Its unlike him. He is annoyed. He does his job with the least possible muscle movements, at all times, and most of his energy investment goes to games and Miri.

“I’m going to pick up Miri. I got a call from daycare. So, you have to pay a visit to the bar.” Kazuki shuts the door behind him before leaving. What a drag!

The bar has never been crowded, and has not been lonely either. The reason he hates coming here is of course Kugi’s horde of questions. More than that, he thinks he should not be collecting money for killing people, in certain cases but not all. He does not regret killing Kento Fujiwara even though it was not his bullet that caused the death. He takes a deep breath before entering the bar and his reason of irritation is not there, Kugi is not there.

“Welcome. . . ehh—

“Rei Suwa.”, his voice pitches in. With casual steps, hands inside the pocket of his hoodie he walks in and sits in front of the new face, the new bartender, a girl . . . no! a lady. “I’m here for Kyu- . . . Kyu-chan.” He averts making eye-contact instead focuses his mind to light a cigarette.

“I’m sorry. . . but you can’t smoke—

So, She is not a newcomer or perhaps really needed this job or perhaps a normal person. I don’t think he is okay with a woman working in his bar . . . without actually knowing what he does.

The smoke swirls in the form of a circle as Rei lets out a drag. His eyes are on hers, watching, thinking how come he has never heard of a girl related to this obsidian world. He takes in another drags and quickly scans her.

“I can.” Suwa boldly remarks with his eyes settled on her relaxed posture with his harmless bored expression that he thinks is quite infuriating, enough to get a reaction out of her.

She is still not annoyed . . . not even repeating herself. Kyu must have a tough time putting up with her. . . mood. She turns her head towards the door that leads to the wine cellar. One. . .two . . .she blinks and Kyutaro emerges from the room with two flagons.

“Had a feeling I'd be seeing you.”, he remarks, keeping the box of wine bottles on the counter. “Why did you let him smoke, y/n ?” Kyutaro shifts his eyes on the lady who stands still with a face that seems apologetic in so many ways.

Bingo. y/n. y/n is her name. breaking the rule was worth it.

“Moreover. . .” , his eye brows ran closer. “Why’re you smoking?”

“Sorry. My bad. Had a rough day.”, Suwa quips, putting off the fire on the ashtray that y/n slided while ago. Smart and swift.

Kyutaro adjusts his spectacles. He proceeds to the inner side of the counter. “Here.” he hands over two envelopes to Suwa, a smile of gratitude visible on his face. Suwa bows and leaves the bar within a minute.

It’s not a surprise that he has a girl by his side. After all, he has always been popular among girls, that lucky fucker.

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[ notes ] — might ( emphasis on might ) have a part ii ( if it does, i'll continue on ao3) but feel free to send me thoughts about them. I love the characters so much that I could write four page essays on them. This fic was a bit rushed but I had the idea after watching the first episode so I got time to prepare it in my head ( yeah thanks to my insomnia ). If you want to read more of my writings click here. And, if you like reading it, please like & reblog, leave a comment. thank you :›

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nicolesainz · 1 year

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Lover (CS 55)

Carlos Sainz x reader

Warnings: can’t get fluffier than this

Note: Carlos and reader here are 17 and 18

Summary: being the birthday girl doesn’t necessarily mean being surrounded by happiness and laughs. although a friend is all one may need to have the comfort they seek

I look at my phone, it’s still 6:30 in the morning. I attempt to go back to sleep when I finally notice a dim light sparking with someone moving it lightly around.

I rub my eyes and wear my glasses only to witness a happy Carlos, holding a small cupcake with the number 17 on it. My heart fills with appreciation towards him.

“Feliz cumpleaños cariño!” He softly whispers as he lands a kiss on my cheek.

“Go, make a wish. But don’t tell. It won’t come true” he winked at me playfully, waiting for me.

I instantly blow the candles with my eyes shut, mumbling the wish underneath my breath.

I don't really have fond memories from my past birthdays, although I treasure every little sweet gesture of Carlos's like it's the last one ever. He is the reason I find this day slightly more enjoyable.

"Did you wish for something good?" his eyes stop sparkling, but his smile is as wide as always.

"I did. Thank you for this Carlos. You shouldn't have! It is too much" he places down the cake, before I let him jump on my bed to give him a big hug.

His embrace has forever been my safe place. Somewhere I know I will never be hurt. Somewhere that I will always feel loved.

"You deserve it corazón. In fact, Ana and Blanca helped me with a cake. Another indication that it's in fact 'not too much'."

"You disturbed your sleep Carlos and you have a race in a few hours. Please rest." I said worryingly, knowing it’s his first time racing in Formula 1 at his home Grand Prix

“Don’t worry about me! Practice and Quali went alright, so if something is to happen, it will”

“You will thrive! I have no doubts. At points you were even faster than the Ferrari’s! That indicates something!”

“That someday I’ll end up a Ferrari driver?”

“Who knows what the future may hold? I believe that this is very possible. Carlos Sainz, Grand Prix winner, Ferrari driver”

“The day this happens, I will owe you my life. And a kiss too.”

“Alright champion. For now, go to sleep. And thank you for the surprise. You surely found a beautiful way to start my day”

“Una mujer hermosa merece tener un día hermoso” (A beautiful woman deserves to have a beautiful day)

Carlos’s arms were wrapped around my torso, hugging me firmly. Part of his face was buried on my neck, with his hot breath hitting me, causing butterflies to flutter on my stomach.

“No sé qué haría sin ti, Carlos” (I don’t know what I would do without you) I mumbled underneath his soft snores, which were echoing in my ear. It was a big day for him as well. I didn’t want to ruin it for him.

Two hours later, I woke up alone again, with the small cake sat next to me and a basket of gifts alongside.

The basket had a birthday card, my paddock pass, two candles with the number 17, five daisies and lots of candies.

Carlos wasn’t a man who expressed his feelings like this or was used to such gestures but for some reason, those started becoming even more common as time went by.

He’d take me on car rides whenever I was feeling blue or make up stories to help me fall asleep, even sacrificing his own resting time.

As I went down the stairs, I saw an empty, silent house, with only the birds sounding from outside an open window.

Suddenly, my mother burst through the front door, with her hands full of groceries. I reach out to her and help her, only to be greeted with continuous yelling.

“Buenos días mamá” is all I manage to say before she breakdown starts.

“Te dije que limpiaras la cocina, pero al parecer eres demasiado perezoso para eso también.” (I told you to clean the kitchen but apparently you’re too lazy for that as well)

Not even a ‘happy birthday first’ or ‘sweet 17’.

“Acabo de despertarme, lo haré ahora mismo.” (I just woke up, I will do it right now) I bluntly replied to her.

“Esperas que lo haga todo aquí. ¡No soy tu esclava!” (You expect me to do everything around here. I’m not your slave). The woman was clearly going insane at 8 am in the morning and I wasn’t having it on my special day.

“Mamá, nadie te llamó esclava. Te ayudaré. Por favor, cálmate.” (Mom, no one called you a slave. I will help you. Please calm down). I motioned with my hands but apparently that didn’t work either. Okay, she doesn’t need pampering.

“Cuanto más viejo te haces, más inútil te vuelves para mí. Haz otra cosa, no me importa.” (The older you get, the more useless you become to me. Do something else, I don’t care.)

Surely no one enjoys being called useless by their own mother on their birthday. But mine did it. And I hoped that no other person had to listen to this ever in their life. It was truly heartbreaking.

I went upstairs, got dressed, grabbed my paddock pass and was soon out of the house, without my mother noticing anything. She didn’t even question my absence, as I got no calls or texts from her.

All I wanted, was to spend my birthday around the only person that could appreciate me truly. And that was only Carlos. I put the fakest but best smile I have in front of his sisters and family, so I wouldn’t ruin the happy and exciting atmosphere.

Being with the Sainz's was one of the few times I felt welcomed in a family. They were extremely vibrant and happy people. I loved them all dearly, although their son, was the one who had captured my heart.

I always say Carlos with a different perspective. He always took care of me and wanted to spend time together, even though he could have hung out with his school or karting friends. I may knew very few things about formula one, but I would let him talk for endless hours, saying how much he loves this sport and how it would be a dream of his to race alongside his hero, Fernando Alonso.

Now, he gets to finally do that. Fulfil his biggest dream. And the road ahead of his is quite long. He is determined to succeed. Confident in him, I know he will achieve that as well.

As we were watching the race unfolding from the Toro Rosso garage, an unknown blonde woman, close to my age, sat next to me. She looked very cute and sweet. She certainly wasn't English or Spanish, as her accent was quite unfamiliar to my ears.

"Hi, I am Victoria, Max's sister. You must be Y/N, right?" she asked me politely, offering me a handshake.

"Yes indeed. Very nice to meet you Victoria! Although, how do you know my name?" I give her a soft smile and raise playfully my eyebrows.

"Well, you don't look nothing like him, first of all, unlike his sisters, and secondly, he was so happy about you attending today that couldn't stop talking about it" I receive a playful wink from Victoria and my cheeks instantly turn into a light maroon shade of red.

"He did huh? Well, we have been friends since forever and it's the first race of his that I attend. It's really exciting."

"I find it hard to believe that you are only friends. I bet he likes you. Max says that Carlos mentions you even more regularly than his sisters. He does seem to be smitten with you"

Does Carlos like me? Is this real? Seems very unrealistic to me. We are very close but not to the point that we become something more. Victoria must have gotten something wrong here.

"Well, we are only friends. We are neighbours and go to the same school but no, simply friends. No romance between us"

"In the future, he will surely confess his feelings. I have never met a boy speaking so fondly and lovingly of a girl who is considered as an 'only friend'"

"It's up to fate. But even though we love each other very much, it's pure friendship. We've been raised like siblings to one another. We are this close."

"Well, mark my words, because I tend to be right, no matter what Max says, he is always wrong. Between us, I am the better Verstappen sibling."

We laugh along at her words and continue to have a fruitful conversation, whilst watching the race. In the end, we were both proud of the result, because it ended with Max winning his first ever race and Carlos scoring points for the team.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t get a podium position or a win. He still was the new Spanish hero and successor of Fernando Alonso. People knew that he’d become a big thing in the following years.

My happiness couldn’t be contained when I straight up jumped into his arms, whilst he was still kinda sweaty and full blown red faced. He joyfully accepted my hug and embraced me even tighter.

“Nos has hecho sentir muy orgullosos. Una carrera increíble, Carlos. Su conducción es muy impresionante” (You made us all so proud. Amazing race. Your driving is extremely impressive) I say as my eyes are sparkling at the sight of him.

“Esto significa mucho, viniendo de ti, cariño. Espero que lo hayas disfrutado.” (This means a lot, coming from you darling. I hope you enjoyed it.) his smile wouldn’t leave his face. I wish we could stay in this position forever. It was where I felt the safest.

Before another word managed to leave my mouth, I felt his soft lips on mine, tangling beautifully, gifting me the best possible feeling, which was love. In that moment, I realized I love Carlos. And I always would.

My breathing had gotten heavier, whilst Carlos deepened the kiss and my heart beating faster than ever. My first kiss was with a man who truly loved me, cared for me and knew me better than anyone else.

“Te amaré hasta que el tiempo se detenga, cariño, este es mi regalo por tu cumpleaños. Espero que podamos celebrar más de ellos juntos, para poder hacerte regalos aún más”

(I’ll love you until time stops, darling, this is my gift for your birthday. Hope we can celebrate more of those together, so I can gift you with even greater presents.)

#carlos sainz x reader #carlossainz55 #carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz fluff

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