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risuola · 5 days

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ENTRY #5 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU

My eyes are glossed, And my heartbeat skips, I crave, I am lost In the nectar of your lips.

cw: arranged marriage!au, fluff — 2,0k words

a/n: you welcomed the series so warmly and lovely, that I made this part longer. it's sickly sweet, it's fluffy — enjoy!

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“What the hell am I doing–“

You groaned. Again and again. Sighing and throwing your hands into the air, helpless and hopeless. Resignation crawling up your skin, threatening to fight and win with your stubbornness and determination. You felt the characteristics you proud yourself with falter and peel away along with your pride and dignity and you found it ironic — pathetic — that years of harsh trainings, of bloody torture you endured, years of fights and pain did nothing to break you and now you’re losing your mind over a goddamn mochi.

Mochi.

A dessert made of rice dough, sweet and objectively adorable with its round shape and sugary filling. If someone asked you how much time you spent in the kitchen already, heating up the glutinous rice flour, mixing and kneading the dough, you wouldn’t know. Hours, most likely. Fighting a battle that you weren’t ready for, mixing ingredients, adding water, whisking, and then kneading again, burning your fingers and pads of your palms more times than you’d ever admit. And you hated it. Hated the corn starch that dusted all around the place, the sticky mass of heated rice flour that you tried to get just right and above all, you hated how much time it took you before it finally started to look like something you can work with.

“There we go,” you mumbled, kneading and stretching the dough between your hands and the marble countertop. There was a reason you were a fighter, not a cook and the current state of your kitchen made enough of a proof. Mochi now, cleaning later.

The fillings were delicious, you had to pat yourself on the back. You were very lucky today to grab the sweetest strawberries you ever ate. They tasted like summer, like hot, tropical heaven and you fought with yourself before you ate them all. The cream you whipped turned out just perfectly thick and fluffy. Then the green edamame paste — your husband’s favorite — came out just as good. Decadent almost, smooth and sweet, with perfect, bright green color and texture of a cloud. Half of your cream you mixed up with melted chocolate and while happy with the insides, you were still a little concerned about the dough.

You’re not gonna be defeated by a rice dough.

You managed to roll out the mass very thinly, perfectly, and began forming mochi, which turned out to be much easier to do than you anticipated.

Take the dough.

Scoop on the filling.

Close the dough.

Roll.

Repeat.

You filled up a tray, all of the balls prettily displayed on top of a parchment paper and you took it upon yourself to have a taste of each one. Delicious. Absolutely mind-blowing.

To the fridge they go.

Now clean.

* * *

Satoru got home around 7 pm — typical, if nothing comes up or hold him at work. His job as a teacher, you learned it quickly, was repetitive, predictable. He’s out the door just shy of 10 am and back near the evening, before the soft pinks and oranges of the summer turn into nightly blues and greys and you grew to appreciate the routine that settled into your lives. Spending most of the days separately made the first weeks of marriage much more bearable. It gave you and him enough time to get used to the new situation and cool off after many fights you had. But that was about to change and you were meaning to tell him today, sweetening the deal with mochi.

Oh right, mochi!

It got you a little too excited for Satoru to ignore, you looked a little brighter than usually, nervous even and he found it concerningly amusing. You’re rarely happy to see him back, he’s more used to see you ignore him than to greet him, and even if so – you’d usually pass him with a hi or an attempt of a small talk that he hated. Gojo couldn’t tell what was it that made you so much more vibrant that evening, you looked thrilled, your eyes glimmered in the dim lights of the house. You almost looked… happy? To see him? No, that couldn’t be it.

“Did something happen today? You look oddly excited,” he spoke, following his usual routine of taking off his uniform jacket and putting it neatly on a hanger in the hallway, folding his blindfold in half to have it ready in the morning and washing his hands and face. The soft, dry towel soaked up the excess wetness from his skin as he patted it away, pointing his ocean-blue eyes toward you expectantly.

“Well, yes, kind of,” you replied and dropped onto the soft cushions of the sofa in the living room. You twisted your body slightly and looked at him, and he got the hint because few seconds later, he sat down next to you. “Two things. First, I got an offer to work as a teacher in your school. Yaga contacted me–“

“You are the new teacher for the second years?” Satoru cut you and you couldn’t read him. A slight surprise was all you could decipher from the expression of his features.

“Yes. Well, not yet,” you sighed, “before I agree I wanted to ask you what you think.”

“And you’ll do as I say? Since when you’re doing as you’re told?” He teased and for a moment you considered eating all the mochi yourself. Maybe tying him to the chair and devouring it right in front of his eyes? You opened your mouth to say something rather unpleasant before he spoke again. “If you’re asking me for permission, we both know you don’t need it. I’m sure kids will benefit from having you to lead them.”

“Are you willing to be civil with me if we spend more time along each other during the day? Last thing I need is to argue with you more than we already do.”

“We don’t argue that much lately,” he protested and you huffed out a chuckle, nodding in agreement. You didn’t fight at all, if you think about it. It seemed as if slowly you were getting used to… everything.

“So, you’re fine with the idea?”

“I’m fine with the idea, yes,” he said, running a hand through his white, slightly damp hair and brushing it back. You took in his features, allowing yourself to just stare at the man you married, because even if wedded, you see him no more than his students are. He still sleeps on the couch; he still spends most of his time outside. “You’re staring.”

“Why would I–“

“I am,” you confirmed, shamelessly and it made him chuckle. “Talking about staring, close your eyes.”

“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” you ordered, getting up from the comfortable seat you were sunken into. “Please?”

“I’m honestly concerned,” he said but reluctantly lowered his eyelids. As if it made him any less aware of his surroundings. “What are you planning?”

“Don’t peek.”

Quickly, you padded into the kitchen and uncovered the mochi you kept out of the fridge for about ten minutes now. You took the tray and a glass of water and got back to where Satoru was situated. With his eyes closed, comfortable against the cushions. He felt your weight sinking onto the pillows next to him and a hint of something sweet in the air.

“Open up,” your voice made him hum, still uncertain but curious nonetheless. ‘Open up’ was such a foreign command for him to follow and the small amount of trust that was secure between you and him had to suffice for him to comply. “There we go,” you almost whispered and Satoru slightly flinched at the first contact of his mouth with, what felt like, a blob of cold unknown substance. For a reason he couldn’t really rationalize, he grabbed onto your waist to balance himself, even if there was nothing to throw him off.

Slowly, with caution, Gojo closed his mouth, allowing his teeth to meet the dough, go through it. Mochi. He recognized the sweet taste of his very favorite treat immediately but something about what was just melting against his tongue felt different to what he’s used to. The rice envelope was softer but chewy, sweetened just perfectly and the paste inside — green bean — had a texture of silk and butter, a luscious heaven itself. He felt it spreading along his taste buds, warming against the insides of his cheeks. A perfect mixture of fluffy inside and glutinous outside. So sweet, so delicious.

“Oh my god,” he whimpered. A sound so foreign, that it almost surprised you if not for the very vibrant wash of pleasure that relaxed his features. Just as the mochi melted in his mouth, he melted against the couch.

“Was it good?” You asked, while the answer was relatively clear from what you had a chance to witness. “I made them for you and they are not perfect yet but–“

“You made this mochi for me?”

Satoru’s bright blue eyes snapped open and his grip on your waist tightened. A shock pushed to the front of his expression, he blinked — once, twice — before you nodded slowly. Then he followed the direction of your gaze; his own landing on the tray full neat rows of plump rice balls, so perfectly imperfect against the dark wood below them. He could tell some had a green undertone, the edamame filling, and some were looking white and plain. Next row seemed to have chocolate inside and he could catch the hint of it in the air.

“You made all of this? With your hands?”

“From scratch, yeah,” you nodded, reaching for another one. “Chocolate.”

Being fed by you — his wife — felt odd, unfamiliar, and yet the subtle brush of your fingers against his lips whenever you gently pushed the doughy ball into his open mouth felt just right. Satoru thought he could get used to it, and the mochi.

“So you’re not only a good cook,” you’re not, but you hummed. “But also you can make mochi? If we weren’t already married, I would have asked you to marry me now.”

“That easy, huh?”

“That easy.”

You shook your head, visibly suppressing a giggle and Gojo hoped you wouldn’t hold it. It’s only now that he’s learning how pretty is your smile, how your eyes crinkle every time you allow your face to relax and take on a pattern of joy. He likes the shape your lips form, how they stretch whenever you’re happy and how your brows lift up just slightly above your half-closed lids. He wished you’d let yourself burst out laughing, but instead you shook your head yet again and let out a sigh of content. Good enough.

You reached onto the tray again. This time it was the white blob of doughy goodness hanging heavy between your dainty fingers. “This one is my favorite.”

There was no need to tell him twice. Satoru opened his mouth, eager for the sweetness you called your favorite although from your words he had a suspicion what was inside. Strawberries. You love strawberries. He learned that during the wedding celebration, when you eyed the fruit on his piece of the cake with the most adorable envy he’s ever seen – and then, those very same eyes glittered with pleasure when he exchanged his plate with yours. He remembers how you left the red, plump strawberry for the last bite, how you sighed with content as you bit into the juicy flesh of the fruit, how you nearly purred despite the stressful predicament you were placed into.

“Divine,” Gojo purred himself, as the flavors mixed in his mouth. The crisp, fresh strawberry, along the velvety cream and chewy dough made for an experience he could only compare to orgasm.

He wanted more.

Craved more and he blames it on you that the moment you sunk your teeth into the sweet treat, he leaned closer. His mind went blank when he wrapped his own mouth around the half mochi that sticked out, his lips brushed against yours. A drop of red juice run down his chin, wet and sticky against his skin. He didn’t care. Greedy for more, for you, he leaned in even more, tempted by the sweet taste of your sugar-powdered lips flush to his own.

You gasped. Purred. In surprise, in pleasure, or both.

The feeling unfamiliar, addicting, syrupy.

You should stop it.

You wanted more.

He should stop it.

He wanted more.

It was slow, sloppy and nothing but strawberry and cream.

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delicate-cupcake · 3 months

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Love Letter From Your Future Spouse

Hello everybody 🌹

Here is another PAC for you guys enjoy it my beautiful people.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath then choose your pile intuitively:)

Pile 1 ---- Pile 2 ---- Pile 3 ----

Pile 4 ---- Pile 5 ---- Pile 6

Pile 1

Hello m'lady

I love you because you actually put effort into me I love you because nobody has ever given me the love that you have given me and you are the only one that would ever love me this way. I love you because you always make me feel that I am worth something I love you because you have a nurturing nature and you take care of me because you made me smile when I almost forgot how to. I love you because you have a huge and honest heart. I love you and every little thing about you. I love you because you are simply you.

If nothing else I hope you know that I love you with everyone ounce of my being I hope you realise your importance not only to me but to everyone who has been lucky enough to know you I hope you know that when you are feeling down I pray for your happiness I hope you remember that no matter what I am here for you and I always will be I won't leave you I am in your life forever I am not going anywhere I hope you recognise the fact that I appreciate and adore you and that this will never change I love you unconditionally

Pile 2

Mi amor,

I love you enough to fight for you, compromise for you enough to miss you deeply no matter the length of time or how far apart we are enough to believe in our relationship to stand by your side to hold your hand through the ups and downs to have faith and strength in our relationship to never give up on you I love you enough to spend forever with you each day I fall more in love with you making me realise no amount of time is ever enough and even one day forever will run out but I have decided that will be fine because getting to love you is worth it And no babes I am not going to lose feelings no I am not going to find someone better no I am not going to cheat on you and no I am not going to leave you I have already made up my mind I want you and only you No one else because to me you are my kind of perfect.

Pile 2 I think you require a lot of reassurance. Don't worry. this person will always be ready to hear you and give you reassurance

Pile 3

My Honeybee 🐝,

I am going to love you I am going to love you in our weakest moment to our strongest ones. I'm going to love you when you are happy and I am going to still love you the most when you are sad. Don't you understand? I am here and I am not going anywhere I want to love you each and every piece of you I want you with your imperfections as much as I want you for you and I am always going to want you and always going to be here loving you with my everything. Because I see it I see getting married , moving in together , cuddling on the couch , waking up to good morning kisses , having arguments , making up after , cooking our favourite food , smiling for no reason , annoying each other , when we are bored having the cutest little babies *not them trying to be funny*, watching them grow up and never leaving each other's side.

Pile 4

Love of my life ❤️,

My dreams came true when I met and fell in love with you what is even more amazing is that we are now building dreams together I cannot thank you enough for coming into my life and making it what it is today. We are perfectly in perfect I love how we are beautiful together and that we continue to help each other become stronger and better both as individuals and as a couple I learn everyday from you you are so genuine and courageous I admire and love so much about you and I can't wait to spend the rest of life with you. And trust me when I say that I did not just fall in love with your body yet your soul I fell in love with the way you look at me with your eyes full of joy the way you smile when you talk about animals that you adore the way that your hair flies in the wind like they have mind of their own the way that you walk the way you speak so politely and calmly the way you love unconditionally and without a request I fell in love with all your flaws so hard that no one could save me

Pile 5

Babes,

I wish I could explain in words how much I love you but I can't because there aren't any words to describe the love I feel for you I miss you also but I am not going to let the distance keep me from loving you even if it's from afar I want you to know that I will always be there for you I will be your shoulder to lean on your distraction when you want to escape and everything else in between I know we have got a long road ahead of us but I am willing to stick it through. And I hope you are as willing too no matter the bad that has happened or will happen always remember that you are so special to me and have a special place in my heart , in my mind I don't know how you see our future but I am going to share my vision with you

We will go out on our own little adventures going places you have always wanted to go but of course we will come back home to see our family and friends whenever you'd like. We will get married and have our first apartment together we will have all the adorable dogs and cats that you want under a reasonable number of course I will constantly be surprising you with gifts and love and I will promise you everyday the same thing. One word. Forever

Pile 6

Baby,

I want you to understand that love was never meant to be easy people fight people make mistakes people walk out and then run back but when it comes to love there is no limit to what you do for one another to protect to provide to profess it's a lot harder to stay together then to fall apart, but for our love for one another being unconditional will make it worth every second But I want you to know and understand that at the end of the day I want it to be you and me I want your early mornings I want your late night I want you on your good days even more on your bad it is like I am yours the way the sea belongs to the moon the way the moon belongs to the sky and even if the jealous stars break and shatter upon the Milky way I will still see heaven in your eyes. *This is a poem written by Mark Anthony*

Thank you so much for reading this PAC. Please remember that this is only for entertainment purposes.

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ay0nha · 10 months

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Idle Hands | Chef Luca

SUMMARY: Sometimes Luca wished he chose rivalry over admiration. But even if he had, you wouldn’t allow it. You would never go back to that world. It was far too demanding; you couldn’t thrive where you didn’t belong.

PAIRING: Chef!Luca x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.4K

WARNINGS: mentions of eating/food, straight fluff, mutual pining, smidge of angst, Luca trying to poach reader for his restaurant, self indulgent, **I am not a chef nor a good cook** etc.

A/N: I wrote this in one sitting on my phone, so mind the typos and lack of cohesion. I didn’t think I would finish this, so also mind the rushed ending. Inspired some by things in Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential (he’s my idol). I’m interested in writing more, send some thoughts my way about Chef Luca. Enjoy.

The fog seemed idyllic. It was dense with humidity and carried the dawn light over the horizon better than the days prior; the rain was starting to get to you. It punctured your routine with puddles that were unavoidable and time that allowed your items to go stale because of a slow-trafficked day.

What had gone unnoticed during those days, and frankly underappreciated, was the space the weather provided. You had moved so quickly, your keys almost slipping from your hands as you bustled into the bakery, trying to keep dry. Yet, now your steps were paced by your exhaustion, only stopped by him.

Luca.

He knew better than to bring you coffee, the gesture acting more as an insult to your sleep schedule than a remedy to your dark circles. Instead, he was early, leaning against the brick wall of the bakery, waiting for you. Punctuality was just shy of being an aphrodisiac.

The cooking life was like a long love affair, with moments both sublime and ridiculous. Yet, like any love affair, looking back, you seemed to cling to the happy times the best—the things that drew you in in the first place, the things that kept you coming back for more.

Luca understood this well. Conscious or not, it hadn’t mattered; he indulged just the same. It was why he set on the stoop, day after day, only skipping out when the weather begged him to. Regardless he returned to you, waited for you, and deferred to you, even when his purpose was to poach you.

“I’m starting to lose count—” You refused a greeting. He blocked your journey to becoming a morning person. “—how many days does it take to be qualified as a stalker?”

Luca tutted teasingly, pushing through to find your humor. “Not quite eligible yet.”

“Shame.” You hummed, your key cracking open the rusted door. The click was becoming too screechy to ignore. The rain only proved further repercussions.

Noted. Fingers crossed, a handyman would be looking for something delectable on their break. Just as Luca came to expect your dry humor, you learned his body language just as well. Holding open the door you just unlocked, he held back the offer to repair it.

“Rumor has it you found your sous.” Your voice carried well through the echoing building. It was a small place, barely worth what you pay to keep it open.

Your fingers were stiff from the cold. You cursed the winter and how it made you physically fumble for the months it endured. It was as though your body rejected how it influenced you. Yet, once your fingers found the light switches, you retracted your afflictions.

“He’s temporary.” Always a man of few words. Pointed and punctual.

“And he knows that?” You scoffed, scarf still muffling your words ever so slightly.

Your back was to him as your question lingered. Luca’s gaze admired your routine, the one he memorized as if each layer of clothing was a recipe in itself. You always saved your scarf for last as if it the way it twirled was an old-fashioned caramel drizzle on a forbidden apple.

“Everyone knows I want you.” He said deftly. Even with your back to him, you were sure he could picture your flattered, flustered features. “...He’s good. Young.”

“Mmm…” You mused, facing him. A part of you was convinced Luca would stop coming by once he’d found his counterpart. But his dissatisfaction still radiated off of him. “How long do you think he’ll last?”

“Depends.” Luca matched your tone. Young meant talent, but it also meant naive. “When do you plan to join me?”

Your laugh was let out as a breath—its presence small but worth it. “Luca—

“I’ll give it a rest.” His promise wouldn’t last very long, but it would do.

Luca reached for the apron that he had donned as his own. He reached the shelves you struggled with, learning within days through observation where to place that for when you finally mosied over. He was envious of your movements, how you found joy in moving slowly, so unrushed and unbothered to the point of pleasure.

It was strange the routine formed. It was just as unorthodox as the relationship. But within the culinary world, nothing was off-limits. There was a vague beginning to the friendship, another fitting mark. You were a friend of a friend that knew a guy. And you were the one that’s rumors claimed you were better than him.

Sometimes Luca wished he chose rivalry over admiration. But even if he had, you wouldn’t allow it. You would never go back to that world. It was far too demanding; you couldn’t thrive where you didn’t belong. You liked when your hands were layered with flour to lay out your dough. To stir a glaze in just the right way so that there was enough for an extra taste. It was you and the stillness without the adrenaline-filled demands.

The quiet of working side by side, the soft clinking of metal sheets and ceramics, was the perfect white noise. The simple patter of packed flour being muddled with oil was far better than the tourists that invaded your senses. You couldn’t decide if it was a welcomed distraction.

“What do you think?” He respected hierarchy. It was perfect. But you valued the imperfections of each unique item.

“Hmm?” You looked to your side. Luca was close; the small layout allowed for it.

“Try it.” He slid the plate to you.

Routines were hard to break. Every morning you skipped breakfast, it wasn’t until your stomach rumbled would you realize you were hungry. Luca learned you loved things sickly sweet, just shy of making your mouth pucker.

You worked alone often; you hadn’t needed the company nor the help. However, the pair of hands that steadied themselves on your hips to pass by made you question your need. It made you question if the warmth that spread through your body was from him or from the oven pre-heating near your knees. It would have been easy to doubt it all if there hadn’t been a ghost print of flour on your black apron.

“Go on…” Luca returned, pushing a found spoon into your hands. “Give me your worst.”

You rolled your eyes. He knew it was good. You knew it was good. The first spoonful was annoyingly satisfying. You maintained your breath through the second bite. If you went for a third, you knew Luca’s ego would soar.

The extra hands were helpful, but you refused to let the aid blind his purpose. So, you deflected, pointing the spoon to him.“I’m sure it’ll sell.”

Luca’s lips played with a frown. You were good at reminding him that his so-called sweetness could cross over into becoming a chore. His thick skin was scarred, burned, and continually tested. You had the skill to crawl under it and almost get to him.

Accepting the utensil, he tasted his own creation. “It’s missing something.”

“Yeah?” You weren’t shy about plucking your finger into the cream filling for another taste. “What are you thinking?”

There it was, his earlier promise broken. With just a look, you knew what he was thinking; you. It was a tacky way to beg again for you to work with him; it was why he only gave you a look. One that was brief and gone before you could say anything before returning steely.

“Increase the fat content.” You advised, breaking your gaze. It was a test, and you were well aware you passed. It was textbook. Again, you’d proven your mind was in tune with his. “Cut it with acidity.”

He nodded, inked arms crossed against his chest. Luca lacked the asinine chef bravado. A welcome reprieve. Self-assured, steady, and strong. Your eyebrows pinched when he stumbled slightly, drawing in a breath to say something just to let the words die. It was out of character, a side to him you didn’t believe existed. He seemed nervous.

“It’ll be ready in a few weeks.” His words seemed to settle finally.

“Ah…” You wiped your hands on your chest, reaching for the next thing. The beauty in baking was constantly moving. Even when your patience was being tested while things rose, there was always another something to work on. “...I forgot how much modernist cuisine attracts attention.”

New items meant new clients. New reviews and new criticism. You continued to assure him, chatting softly of what snobs people could be when they were filled with only ignorance. You meant to ease his apprehension, but you realized it had nothing to do with hosting an event.

It had to do with the invitation that flew from his lips. “Think you’re free that night?”

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janitorhutcherson · 5 months

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hi! can you do a fluff piece with Mike where he expresses his love to the reader through the different love languages? (like words of affirmation, gift giving, physical touch, acts of kindness, and quality time?) I feel like he would be especially great at acts of kindness with cooking :) thanks!

hii omg this is such a cute idea. this is gonna be quickish i’m sorry, i’ll totally do a longer one later. if y’all like it i’ll maybe make a series?!? but for now just a silly little blurb.

i feel like mike would be very loving and showing his love to you would be extremely important. like, extremely important. so he’d def be the kind of guy to take all of these seriously, even if they weren’t… easy… for him since expressing emotions doesn’t come as natural.

words of affirmation: words of affirmation is one of my favorite love languages. this is one that doesn’t come easy for mike — and not because he doesn’t love you, but just because he can’t really express himself well. if you’re like me, being reassured, told you’re doing great, etc, is important to you. mike would do his very best to remind you every day how important you are to him, leaving the occasional note in the morning before you head to work. it may say something like, “Reminder I am so proud of you for everything you do. I love you, baby!” he’s also ramble to you at night sometimes, just telling you how much he loves you. if you were ever down, he’d make sure to sit you down and point out all of the things he loves about you, physically and mentally.

gift giving: okay i feel like this is a big one. money doesn’t come very easily for mike. after he got “fired” (that’s what he pretends happened!😜), he had to find another job that still had shitty pay. his resume didn’t make him a great candidate for anything high quality. with that being said, every month he attempts to scrape up enough money to make you a little gift basket. it varies from month to month, depending on how much he was able to save. sometimes they’d be big baskets he’d have abby help him pick stuff out for. there may be a fuzzy blanket, some candies, face masks, maybe a candle. sometimes they’d be smaller, just a little note and some candy, maybe a stuffed animal from the dollar store. regardless of how big or small, you always appreciated it when you’d walk into your shared home and see it sitting on the table.

physical touch: oh my god i think this one is a huge one for mike. given his past, he is so touch starved. every second he gets, his hands are on you. of course, at night he loves to curl up with you in bed. he’ll have his arms tightly wrapped around you, playing with your hair or maybe rubbing your back. even when he dips down on the bed to tie his shoes in the morning, he keeps his hand on your sleeping shoulder until he absolutely has to move it. he’s the same way out in public. at the supermarket, he’ll hold your hand, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist when you’re standing in line for something. when you’re out to eat, his hand will be on your knee underneath the table. when you’re cooking at home, he will always come and wrap himself up behind you, moving with you to the point that it’s slightly obnoxious, but you don’t mind. as long as he’s with you.

acts of kindness: i so agree that this would be a big one for him that he’d be good at. before you, mike was a one trick pony when it came to cooking, and for that, he could barely do it. he could make something that was edible enough to be spaghetti. once you two started dating, he learned for you. he wanted to be able to make your favorite dishes and desserts. he surprises you all the time when he’s off of work or if he gets off before you, making your favorite dish and having it served up on the table with candles when you walk in the door after work. he’s also big on doing things like running you baths, putting the bubbles in and the epsom salts in. sometimes he’d get into it with you, holding you. i also think he’d like to take showers with you. if you struggle with mental health at all, i think he’d be the type of partner to help you wash your hair. of course he’d do chores for you sometimes, knocking out necessary errands. overall he’s a very loving partner who will do anything to make you smile.

quality time: quality time is something that isn’t easy to get. as much as you love abby, alone time is especially hard to come by. since mike is working day shifts now, you two will do your best to have a late night together at least once a week. you’re both usually pretty exhausted, taking care of abby, working, running errands. but once a week, usually on a friday night, you both stay up until 3am/4am, just talking, snacking, maybe watching a movie. otherwise, for quality time, he makes sure to sneak some time in with you here in there. he’d make sure to run simple errands with you, maybe even to sit with you at the nail salon. i also think he’d love to help you cook, go shopping. any chance he’d get to spend time with you, he’d take it.

#mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson imagine #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson #michael schmidt x reader #michael afton

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moralesmilesanhour · 6 months

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mad props!

summary: your one-sided beef with Miles morphs into a full-on rivalry until unforseen circumstances force you to call a truce. wc: 789 a/n: drabbles when left to cook in the brain for too long turn into mini-series. watch out ! also yes i am doing another enemies-to-lovers thingy don't look at me 01 02

Snap!

You sucked your teeth in the middle row of Mr. Sanchez’s classroom when the tip of your pencil broke in the middle of your rapid note-taking.

It broke just as you were forming the tilde that was meant to float above the letter ‘n’, creating an odd downward stroke instead that looked like lightning striking a tree.

You zipped open your pencil case and took out a tiny metal sharpener, the shavings bound to make a mess of your desk.

“Yikes. That’s why I use the mechanical ones,” remarked the boy sitting beside you.

A friendly grin spread across his freckled, golden-brown face with round eyes that seemed to ask if you thought his comment was funny.

You shot him a hard glance to let him know that no, it was not funny that your pencil broke whilst you were in the middle of getting down key grammatical rules.

The boy’s face fell at the implied rejection. Somehow, the wounded look in his eyes irritated you more than the grin. It made him look like a lost deer.

“Morales, silencio, por favor,” Sanchez said, peering over his glasses at your shoulder partner. “Unless you’d like to explain how direct object pronouns work instead.”

“No, estoy bien.”

There was no sign of panic or apology on Morales’ face as he replied, despite Mr. Sanchez being known to seek out inattentive students to cold-call later. He smiled awkwardly at the bearded man, and again when he was caught a bit later doodling in his notebook.

“Miles Morales, can you translate this sentence for us please?”

“Fui a Madrid el verano pasado,” Miles answered, without missing a beat.

The man shook his head, then moved on.

“Correct. Now, who would like to take the next sentence…”

You would soon learn over the coming weeks since your transfer to Visions that this was a daily routine for Miles: he’d come in late, or get caught scribbling away in the margins of his worksheet. Then he’d get that panicked “help me” smile on his face before making a pun or quip that made you cringe so hard that your back hurt.

Still, Miles’ answers were never wrong after the fact.

He blended into the crowd otherwise, but the second-hand embarrassment made him hard to forget.

“Quiz grades were surprisingly low,” Mr. Sanchez announced one Wednesday morning as he walked around, handing out one-page sheets face down. “I would highly suggest going over this unit at home over the long weekend.”

Almost immediately, kids began passing each other’s quizzes back and forth, giggling at how their results all seemed to be floating just under fifty percent. Part of the ease in their laughter came from the assumption that Sanchez would “just curve it anyway.”

Not that it would make a difference to you.

You frowned at the eighty-five circled in red at the top of your quiz. Just a couple of points away from a nice, even ninety that would’ve finally bumped your grade up to an ‘A’ instead of an ‘A-’.

Even worse, some of the circled questions were points lost just because you were missing an accent on a letter or two, and a couple of vocab words had slipped your mind. You should’ve answered the bonus questions…

“Wow, you’re the only one without a forty so far,” a familiar voice complimented you. “Good job.”

Miles was offering you another friendly grin, with those same expectant eyes. Please like me, they seemed to plead.

No thanks.

You replied flatly, “I actually studied.”

It felt like an insult for anyone to be impressed with you in a class full of failing grades.

His grin faded. You expected it to be replaced with disappointment, but he just shrugged and pressed his lips into a thin line before turning away.

Sanchez returned to where you were sitting to hand Miles’ test back.

He spoke solemnly, “You and L/N were the only passing grades in this class.”

You caught a glance at the number marked atop the page once Miles flipped it over:

‘100%’. With five points as extra credit.

He looked down at it and hummed quietly in approval before flipping it back over, and suddenly that ‘A-’ felt like a ‘C’.

It was only logical that the guy who never got an answer wrong would perform similarly on a quiz. But he didn’t deserve it; he didn’t even care.

“How many hours did you study for that?” you scoffed quietly, like an accusation.

Miles gave you a sidelong glance, and you could’ve sworn there was mockery in his eyes.

“I don’t study.”

If you could go back and pinpoint the exact moment where irritation boiled over into disdain, it would be this one.

#miles morales fic #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #atsv x reader #miles morales headcanons #moralesanhour

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peachsayshi · 1 year

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Pre the “love you” first HCs, can you do a flirting hc of how the jjk boys would woo their crush before falling in love? ♥️

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ how did they woo you before falling in love? (feat. gojo, geto, nanami)

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: fluff; only soft things

notes: anon, I am so excited to write this request for you! if anyone wants to read the previous hc's you can find them here & here. I'm just writing this out for the characters that I already wore about.

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Gojo

In the beginning, courting you was simple. Satoru would go all out by treating you to fancy dinner dates. He constantly surprised you with little gifts of flowers, chocolates, and jewelry. Throwing money as a way to earn your affection was easy, and he didn't have to think about making any effort when his feelings came wrapped up in a pretty bow.

In between the many text messages and phone calls, Satoru would spend any free moment he had with you, but he could tell that you were responding to his gestures with a forced smile. You've only been dating for a short while but you were suddenly unimpressed by everything he had to offer. The spark in your eyes started to fizzle and he knew that you might be reconsidering this relationship altogether.

He understands that he isn't the easiest man to love - he can't exactly commit himself to you, and he's usually inaccessible because of his duties as a sorcerer. There's nothing about Gojo's world that accommodates another person, but he moved mountains to make it happen.

"How about we stay in tonight?" he asked one evening, his arms circling your waist and his blue eyes taking in your shocked expression reflecting from the mirror.

"But...I'm already dressed..." you replied with confusion, looking at your outfit that you thoughtfully put together with disappointment.

"Trust me, I have a better idea..."

You were sitting on a stool, resting your elbows on the kitchen island while watching with intrigue as your lover, who is one of the wealthiest men in the country, struggle to cook a decent meal for you.

The apron barely fit Satoru's long torso, and his clothes were stained with oil and sauce. He spent a majority of the time complaining about why things weren't working correctly but you were smiling throughout the whole experience. By the end, your cheeks were killing you from how much you were laughing. Satoru made it across the finish line with his hair tousled and his cheeks red. The counters were a complete mess, and you even bit back a teasing comment about how terrible his plating looked.

Despite the chaos that he ensued, the food tasted absolutely delicious. You swallowed every bite as you stared at him with nothing but tender eyes. The vibrant smile plastered across his face wasn't his smug satisfaction for accomplishing this task but relief that the fading spark as blooming into a warm flame.

He wasn't going to lose you.

He made gentle love to you that night, listening to every breath and swallowing your pretty moans. He used the moment as opportunity to reconnect with your body, and in many ways, tether himself back to your heart.

Satoru Gojo earned your love. He fought hard to keep it by showing you that he was worth all the trouble.

Geto

Suguru's dates were a simple combination of getting together and talking. These intimate conversations strengthened your relationship, until there was nothing that you couldn't discuss. Suguru cracked open his skull, and you were met with a beautiful mind full of complex thoughts and emotions. He fascinated you in every way possible and wasn't afraid to express his real feelings.

He constantly reassured you that his heart was yours.

Even though you knew Suguru from the inside out at this point, there was still a level of mystery that surrounded him which kept things interesting. The man was the most spontaneous person you knew and that made him unpredictable. You learned over time that he never liked making solid plans, and approached dating you on what he was feeling rather than seeing it as something obligatory.

Your first trip together was planned out one afternoon in your bedroom. Suguru was just scrolling through his phone when he saw a small air bnb in the countryside that he liked. You kept every token from that weekend trip together. You visited a hot spring, hiked through beautiful nature pathways, and found the tiniest little restaurants that served the most delicious meals.

Your last night together was spent with the two of you snuggling in one another's arms while making love in between. He was keeping you close to his chest, his delicate fingers trailing your spine as he stared out the window watching a strip of warm color slice through the twilight sky.

"I don't want to leave," he whispered - his voice a little hoarse and exhausted from the long night.

You nuzzled into him, your leg tightening over his thigh as your hand finds his and you interlace your fingers.

"Maybe...maybe, we can stay one more night..." you sigh, feeling his thumb stroke the back of your hand lovingly.

You don't see the tick on his lip or the cheeky smile that follows soon after. He kisses the top of your head as he relaxes into the mattress.

"We've both got work tomorrow..."

"True, but I'm sure we can think of something..."

His chest vibrates when he chuckles and he releases a long exhale as he shifts his position. He turns to his side, curling his strong arm over your body and hugs you close to his torso. He's quite aware of how happy he is as he watches you fall asleep in his arms, and all he can think about is how he would gladly go to bed with you beside him every single night.

Suguru's courtship felt like an intimate waltz; from the moment he held your gaze, he lured you into a rhythmic dance that only ended on one note. The longer you swayed to the tune of his music, the more you realized that falling in love with a man like him was inevitable.

Nanami

Nanami's courtship of you reminded you an endangered love - one that was dwindling in such a fast paced culture. He approached dating you with a level of patience and in doing so, he wooed you in a way that left butterflies in your stomach and tingles up your spine.

Nanami wasn't shy about expressing his interest towards you and he was a gentleman in how he handled romancing you. He preferred taking you out on intimate dates - like cozy dinners, visits to museums or art galleries, and walks to the park. He had a keen interest in getting to know y ou, and was conscious about his behavior for the sake of your comfort.

Over time, you watched his personality unravel before your eyes. He had a way of making you laugh with his witty humor, and you soon learned that he was far more laid back than what he presented himself to be. His intelligence made for really interesting conversations, and he always spoke to you with the utmost respect. He had a way of making you feel protected and his restraint worked out in his favor because you felt safe enough to gamble your heart with him.

Then there was the other side to Nanami, the part of him that would appear on occasion with every teasing touch and flirtatious comment that left your cheeks scorching with heat. His eyes would darken with lust when he transitioned from the gentleman to charmer. Nanami's strong attention to detail had him reading your body language in a way that no man ever could. He took his time to figure out how to kiss you, to touch you, to fuck you and make love to you.

"Can I ask you a question?" you asked him the morning after you slept together for the first time.

He shifted his gaze away from his laptop and looked at you leaning against the wall. You were dressed in his white t-shirt, wearing nothing underneath except your underwear. Your fingers were clenched around the mug of tea that he gave you, and he quirked his brow at your sudden nervous demeanor.

"Anything you want."

You shifted your weight from one foot to the next. "It might be a stupid question..."

At this point your lover stood up from his seat. He walked over to you, placing both hands on your waist and giving you a light squeeze. He brought his lips down to your cheek where he planted a soft kiss, before casually asking, "what's on your mind?"

He finds it adorable when you question if this means that you're both committed to one another and Nanami doesn't even hide his gut wrenching smile when he gives you a sincere confirmation.

"I don't know about you," he teases, "but there has been no one else for me since we met."

"There has been no one else for me either!" you insist, "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page before I go around and start calling you my boyfriend..."

"Boyfriend, huh?"

His tone is playful, but it's the way his voice deepens with that question that made your heart skip a beat.

"I mean, what else am I supposed to call you?"

His expression softens, and he's thankful that you can't see the thoughts running through his mind at that very moment.

"You can call me whatever you want, my love..." he replied with a kiss to your temple, knowing full well that he was working his way towards achieving a prospective title that would suit him better considering he was already picturing you as his wife.

#gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen hc's #jjk hc's #gojo hcs #geto hcs #nanami hcs #peach queues.🧡

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Yakuza Husband ch4

Paring: sukuna x female reader

Contains: gojo he is a warning, smut, soft sukuna, family talk, yuji as a kitten

Au: sukuna yakuza boss

Summary: sukuna and the kitten have just became a big thing in your life, and now sukuna would finally learn about your parents life which makes him more interested in you.

chapter3 ch4 chapter 5

When you finally opened your eyes you noticed the sun through your curtains and went to close your eyes but they snapped open when feeling a body press against your back. You turned to look over feeling your body still naked as you saw sukuna laying there with the kitten on his chest.

"Well look who decided to wake up. How do you feel?"

He had a smirk on his face looking at you with a blush on your cheeks.

"I am fine. We had sex."

Sukuna let out a chuckle and gave little pets to the kitten saying "yes and you loved it."

You looked away in shock and covered your face with your hands. All the memories of last night came flooding in. The feeling of his body on yours and feeling his length deep inside you.

"I am going to go back to the couch. I will take little yuji with me while you get ready."

Sukuna slipped out of your bed in only underwear and took yuji with him, leaving you alone to your thoughts. You started to feel tears in your eyes. You couldn't believe that you just slept with a yakuza leader. The things you said to him last night, that was not you and you refused to believe it was really you talking.

It took you a while to finally get dressed and walk out of your room to see sukuna making some breakfast and the kitten standing on his shoulder. You couldn't help but to smile.

"That kitten really likes you. It was so shy around people in the shelter."

Sukuna set the plates and brought them over to the table looking at you with a smirk.

"Come eat sweetheart you need it after what happened last night." He said and gave you a wink making you slightly blush and look away.

After eating you went to hide in your room to read and watch movies with the kitten and avoided sukuna. He knew how to clean his stomach so you didn't have to babysit him.

Your mind is still clouded with thoughts of him from last night. Still feeling ashamed for sleeping with a man who wasn't even your partner.

The little kitten walked over to the edge of your bed and took a jump as you gasped and ran over to him. You watched as he ran to the door and mowed to get out. Curiously you walked over to open the door and saw him run out down the hallway and into the living room.

"Yuji where are you going?"

As you followed the kitten he went straight to sukuna, seeing him asleep on the couch while yuji tried to climb up to him.

You picked the kitten and placed him on sukuna’s chest and watched him curl into a ball to sleep. "Well goodnight yuji."

Over the next few days you avoided sukuna only saying hello or goodnight and eating with him when he made dinner. You appreciate him always making you dinner when you get home from work. A smile filled your face seeing the kitten on his shoulder while he cooked when you walked through the door.

It was the last day you have with little yuji. You stayed out in the living room that night to spend time with sukuna and yuji since the kitten never wanted to leave him. You felt bad cause you could see how attached he is to the kitten, even if he didn't want to say it.

In the morning sukuna was awake to say his goodbyes to the kitten. You didn't think you could do this but you had to. At the end of your shift there you were at the adoption table signing paperwork and yuji in your arms. You begged so hard to adopt him saying it was for your boyfriend and it reminded him of someone. Sukuna was sad to see the animal go away.

You smiled wide, holding little yuji, hearing him meow as you went to a nearby pet store and bought some starter kitten things in a bag. When you got home and opened the door you didn't see sukuna on the couch or in the kitchen.

"Sukuna?!"

He then came out from the bathroom down the hall and walked towards you with just sweatpants and his healing wound out in the open.

"Hello sweetheart."

He then saw yuji in your arm and a bag in your other hand with a pet store name on it. Sukuna raised an eyebrow and walked over to you slowly and stood in front of you looking down at you and the kitten then crossed his arms.

"Why is yuji back?"

You smiled with a slight blush to how close he was then looked to the kitten. "I adopted him for you. You seemed really happy to have him here and looked really sad he was leaving. So he is yours."

Sukuna was shocked that you bought yuji but his life is not a good one for a little animal.

"No, take him back. I don't need another issue in my life. You really think I wanted some little rat. Take him back now. I don't need some useless thing." Sukuna said, getting close to your face with a growl.

You looked at him in shock and dropped the bag of cat stuff and held yuji with tears in your eyes. "Sukuna, he is just a baby. I thought you liked him?"

He scoffed and stepped away. "He will be dead in days around me. Take him back. I don't care, just get rid of him, throw him outside. I don't need him."

You began to cry holding the kitten and walked away saying "why are you so cruel?"

"Because I am ryomen sukuna."

He smirked but then it went away when he heard your sniffles and held the cat closer to you. He watched you walk away and slam the door closed.

Sukuna let out a sigh then went over to the bag and picked it up seeing some of the stuff fall out. He crouched down picking up the things and looked at the little cat toys of bells, some plush mice and treats. He noticed a folder and pulled it out to look at the paperwork of the kitten. Seeing his name written on the adoption paper and the payment from you. Name of the kitten yuji brother of sukuna.

He felt his chest tighten as he put the stuff back in the bag then walked over to your door quietly listening to you talk to the kitten. Sukuna let out a sigh then just opened your door looking at you.

You sat up quickly with tears on your face and scowled at him. "Get the hell out of my room!"

Sukuna closed the door and walked over ignoring your demand as he set the bag down on your bed.

Yuji squirmed out of your arms and ran over to sukuna. He smiled slightly and picked up the kitten looking at it.

"Little yuji, you are not a rat."

You wipe your face looking at him then move to face sukuna seeing him move closer to sit on your bed.

"I didn't mean those words. I just never had anyone do any of this before. I don't feel like I'm worth having yuji. This little cat, I don't want him to get hurt in my life. I will never forgive myself if he dies under my watch."

You moved closer to sukuna and put your hand on his bicep and gave him a slight smile.

"I just thought you hated him and I was worried that I made the wrong choice. Because you looked so happy with the kitten and little yuji really likes you."

Sukuna held the kitten in his hand and leaned in closer to you. With his other free hand he carefully held your chin between his thumb and finger giving you a smirk.

"I appreciate you darling."

A blush filled your cheeks looking into his eyes feeling your heart race. He is an attractive man and after what you two had done that one night, any time he was close to you, your heart fluttered.

He leaned in closing the gap between you two and pressed his lips to yours. You felt your heart swell and closed your eyes feeling the warmth of his lips. Sukuna opened his mouth deepening the kiss as he swiped his tongue across your lower lip, you gratefully opened your mouth letting his tongue invade while you let out a moan.

But sadly he pulled away looking at your flushed face with a wide playful smirk on his lips as he licked the taste of you.

"I am going to go start dinner for the two of us."

And just like that he left you alone in your room, heart racing and face flushed.

It was your day off and in the late night after spending the day watching movies and trying to clean up your room and sukuna keeping an eye on the kitten while you both stayed in your own world.

You went to sleep passing out hard while sukuna stayed awake. He wanted tea so he carried the kitten into the kitchen and placed him on the counter.

"What a drink too yuji? I beat it's still you little brat."

He chuckled talking to the kitten as he reached into one of the cupboards to grab one of your cat tea cups but then felt a sharp pain right over his stomach.

"Ahh fuck!"

He pulled his hand away from the cup and pushed it a little with his fingertips as he moved. It fell to the floor and broke into pieces with a loud sound of glass breaking.

"Fuck."

He looked at the mess and picked up yuji from the counter then heard your door open.

You ran out of the room with your fathers sword in hand, dressed in nothing but your underwear and a short kimono.

Sukuna looked at you, crossing his arms with a smirk as yuji let out a meow. "Well look who came to save me? I didn't think you cared."

You sighed and walked over into the kitchen putting the sword down on the table and noticed the broken cup. "Damn sukuna, that was my favorite tea cup."

Sukuna leaned over picking up yuji then stepped around the glass to walk over to you with a playful smirk.

"Sweetheart, why did you run out like that? Especially dressed like this."

Sukuna moved his free hand and slid it through the opening of your kimono and placed it against your bare side.

A gasp left you as you froze in place and your cheeks flushed at the contact. You shouldn't be attracted to him, but his touch drives you mad and the way he kissed you the other day as if you two were a couple. But you didn't know what the two of you were to each other. You didn't want to be some toy to him.

His hand grazed up your skin lightly, his fingers touched the bottom of your left breast making you breath out hard. A chuckle could be heard from him as he leaned in closer to you.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Sukuna…i..yes I care about you. That is why I came out. I also don't want any death in my apartment."

He smirked and placed yuji into your arms.

"Go to bed sweetheart I will clean up the mess."

You just nodded holding yuji as he looked over to your sword.

"Is that yours?"

"It's mine now but it belonged to my father."

You went over to it and took it then went back into your room.

After sukuna was done cleaning the glass he went to your room seeing you laying in bed already asleep with the kitten curled up beside you. He chuckled and petted yuji. "Are you going to protect her tonight?"

He gave a meow as sukuna smile then covered you with your blanket and left.

The next day sukuna decided to clean up your home since he was bored and the apartment was starting to look like a mess. Yuji stayed on his shoulder or ran after him through the apartment. Sukuna left trash bags by the front door, not daring to walk outside risking being seen.

Yuji went to your bedroom door wanting to get in as sukuna sighed at the baby.

"Yuji, she is not home. What do you want?"

He opened the door for the kitten watching him run inside.

Sukuna stepped in looking at the mess in your room and grunted. Yuji picked up one of his mouse toys and ran out of the room with it. Sukuna started to take the dishes out of your room and brought them to the kitchen, mumbling at how he became your maid.

"This woman is going to pay for this."

Sukuna noticed the time and you should have been home 30 minutes ago. He already had your schedule memorized since you always come home around the same time and if you did stay over you texted him but you didn't this time. He quickly called satoru, hearing him pick it up.

"Satoru you watching the girl?"

Gojo chuckled and said "yes I am watching your girl. She is still very cute by the way."

"Whatever I am not calling to hear you gawking over women. What is she doing and where is she?"

"She is out shopping looking at some men's clothes for you." He chuckled leaning against the wall waiting for you to come out of a store.

Sukuna sighed and said "keep an eye on her and keep your damn distance."

He hung up then went back into your room collecting your clothes and brought them to the laundry spot in the closet in the small hallway.

His eyes scanned the bottle looking at what soaps to use then just grabbed one to wash your clothes with.

What caught sukuna's attention was your father's sword on your dresser. He wanted to take a closer look at it as he walked back into your room seeing it on its stand. He picked it up carefully holding it in both hands then looked at the picture of your father and mother. He smiled and bowed his head but looking at it longer he tilted his head then picked up the picture.

"It can't be him."

Sukuna put the picture down then opened the katana seeing the blade and noticed the black lotus design on the handle and cover. He let out a whispered fuck, then walked out to the living room and sat down waiting for you.

When you got home with a bag you just had a bad sense that someone was watching you the whole time. As you walked through the door yuji ran up to you with meows as you giggled then noticed sukuna sitting on the couch looking at you. Your eyes scanned to the table seeing your father's sword.

"What the hell? Why did you touch it?!."

"We need to talk. Sit down."

You looked at him confused and walked over hearing his voice change to a serious tone.

"What is this about?"

You walked closer to him and went to sit down on the couch next to him, placing the bag on the floor.

Sukuna picked up the sword to open it looking at the detail then showed it to you.

"Do you know who your father is?"

You scoffed at him, yuji sitting in your lap as you pet him.

"Yes, he is my father. Who fixed up animals and people. Worked at the shelter and stuff."

Sukuna smirked and showed you the designs on the sword.

"Little woman, you are so naive. This belongs to the black lotus clan."

You looked at him confused.

"The black lotus is an ally yakuza clan who helps us. So this was either stolen or you don't know your father."

You stood up holding yuji with a look of disbelief and denial. "No he was not a yakuza. And he is not a thief. This is ridiculous, sukuna just put the sword back."

He chuckled, putting the sword away and stood up in front of you.

"Tell me sweetheart. Did he have tattoos of black and pink lotus on his left arm and a cherry blossom tree on his back? And a four eyed spirit on his right arm."

Your eyes widened at his accurate description of your father's tattoos and it was scaring you.

"Sukuna, how do you know?"

He only just smirked at you.

"Cause he was in the black lotus. He was the medic of the group. I know the tattoos because I personally seen him with my clan."

You stepped away shaking your head, eyes filling with tears as you walked away to your room sitting on the bed holding the kitten.

"It's not true."

Sukuna followed you, bringing the sword and placing it back on the stand.

"He was a really good man and really protective of the people he cared about. Including his family. Did you ever question the people he brought home with stab wounds and bullet wounds? Their bodies covered in tattoos."

You put your head down looking at yuji and petted him.

"I never questioned my father. But yes I seen these men. But I didn't think….he would ever be in this. Is that why my mother was killed? Is that why he died?"

Sukuna sat beside you reaching a hand over to pet yuji as well.

"I am not sure sweetheart but I say most likely it was rivals wanting to finish the job. They were probably looking for you as well." He spoke to you with a calm and soft tone with the deepness of his voice.

"There is more you should know. I knew your father very well. When I was a child he was the one that found me and brought me into this world but the cursed clan leader wanted to take me in as his son to carry on the clan when I got older."

You looked at sukuna with sad eyes holding yuji and asked, "Was he happy, my father?"

He gave you a soft smile saying "yes he was a very happy man and always spoke how proud he is of his daughter."

Sukuna reached a hand and lightly grazed his fingers across your cheek then ran his thumb under your eye, pressing his palm to your cheek.

He leaned on closer as you froze in place not moving away, then you felt his lips press against yours. His lips were soft, full of warmth and filled with passion. But he pulled away slowly to speak.

"How do you feel about me y/n?"

You looked into his eyes saying "I am attracted to you. I don't know what else to say."

"You are just like your parents, can't help but to fall into a yakuza life. Your mother fell in love with a yakuza and had you. Now here you are with me."

He chuckled and kissed you again this time a little harder.

You were lost in thought as you pushed your lips against his feeling them move in syn against your own. He pulled away from your lips with a smirk seeing yuji put his paws onto his chest.

"I should feed yuji and get out of my work clothes."

Sukuna took yuji into his hands saying "you get ready I will go ahead and feed him". He took yuji and walked away leaving you alone.

While you got dressed sukuna placed yuji on the table and grabbed his food pouring it into his little tiger bowl you bought. Sukuna never thought the day he would be in a kitchen giving food to a little animal and living with a woman he was growing attraction for. As he was about to bring over the bowl of food, Yuji took a jump at sukuna. He quickly reacted and ran over reaching a hand out to grab yuji, slightly spilling some of his food.

The quick stretch of his muscles moving in that way he felt himself pull something on his stomach.

"Ahh fuck yuji. You can't be doing that."

You came out to see sukuna holding the cat food and yuji as he placed both down on the floor letting him eat.

"I think I broke something. Little bastard went to jump off the table I had to grab him"

Letting out a sigh you told him to follow you into your room as he sat on the bed and peeled off his shirt seeing the slight blood.

You walked over looking at it. "Well it's not bad just be careful kuna."

Sukuna smirked watching you clean the wound and place a new bandage on it. He leaned in closer to your face as you looked at him.

"I like it when you touch me."

He could see the blush fill your cheeks. Then he leaned closer to place his lips next to your ear. "I know you like it when I touch you."

His voice dropped onto a deep seductive tone making shivers form across your body while you sucked in a breath.

"Sukuna, you should rest." You told him while standing up trying to ignore the slight arousal. He stood up from your bed then walked around you heading over to your door and closed it with his hand. You looked at him confused and watched him stalk his way to you, feeling your heart race you just stared at him. When he got close to you his eyes scanned your face then brought his hands to hold your face between them.

"I am attracted to you y/n. You are a worthy woman to fuck and I like it".

Before you could say anything he smashed his lips to yours making you stunned and dropped the box of bandages onto the floor. You melted into his kiss wrapping your arms around his neck, giving a soft moan into his mouth.

Sukuna moved his hands to place them on your hips and slid his fingers under your shirt feeling the warmth of your skin. You couldn't help but to want more of him, you were missing the touch of another. Sukuna was just another man if you look past being the yakuza boss. You wonder if you are able to have a life with him just as your mother did with your father. You pulled away from him then went to lift up your shirt taking it off then threw it onto the floor, his hands still had a hold of your hips watching you take off your bra as well.

He couldn't help but to smirk his eyes trailing your body then watched you take off your shorts leaving you in nothing but your laced panties.

"You look beautiful darling."

You let out a light breath, feeling his hands slide up your sides, feeling the curve of your body and to your breast and giving them a soft squeeze. As soon as he heard the moans from you he moved, hooking an arm around your body and pushed you onto your bed. With your head laid back Sukuna leaned over you, licking a strip of your neck to your ear and took a soft bite of it.

"You like it when I touch you sweetheart." He said in a deep husky whisper against your ear making you hum in response then he smashed his lips on yours deepening the kiss and invaded your mouth with his tongue. You knew this was a bad idea to be with him but you didn't care. He was strong, sexy, caring to you and would protect you. Growing up and finding out about your father you didn't know why your mother would be with a man in the yakuza. But now spending time with him, you can see how your mother fell in love. To tame a beast such as a man like sukuna brought pride to you. Having a man in his power be soft with you and a little kitten.

A blush filled your cheeks when he pulled away from your body and opened his pants revealing the bulge in his underwear even though you had seen him before like this being in a state like this makes you shy and a flutter in your womb.

Sukuna leaned down attacking your lips then latched them to your neck sucking and licking at your skin. "Ryomen…kiss me more." You told him as your back arched and pressed your body against his.

He chuckled and went down to your breast saying "darling you can be as loud as you want." You felt his warm breath across your chest then looked to watch his tongue slip from his mouth and lick your nipple. Whimpers left you while laying your head back feeling his mouth suckled on your breast and tongue swirl around your nipple. Your hands went into his hair lightly tugging on it letting out breathy moans on his name.

He pulled away and latched his mouth onto the breast that needed attention hearing you let out whimper and moans. You could feel yourself getting more wet with every second he is touching you. His hips laid between your legs grinding his hardness against you feeling your wetness sticking to your own panties.

Then you felt the slight scrap of the stitches across your belly as your hands went to his shoulders and pushed him a little. He stopped releasing his lips from your breast to look at you. "Sukuna, your stitches I think we should wait to continue this. I don't want to reopen it or hurt you."

Sukuna smirked and leaned to your face to give you a kiss then caught your lower lip between his teeth.

"Y/n you should know I can handle it. Besides I trust you to know what you are doing around my wound. But I do think this" ,his hand trails over your stomach and inside your underwear, "is in need of attention." His finger slid over your clit and in between your soaked folds using his other arm to support himself from crushing you.

A blush filled your cheeks feeling his finger toying with your wetness as you spread your legs more for him. Sukuna smirked and slipped a finger inside of you curling and pumping it in and out of you, his thumb began to rub your clit.

"Mmm, sukuna don't stop." His other hand pulled down the front of his underwear releasing his hardened shaft. You looked at him curious to see his length in his hand pumping himself. His red swollen tip leaking with precum as his thumb ran across the tip to coat the rest of his thick cock, the veins that spread across his skin and full size of him.

You didn't think you would love to watch this man jerk himself as he watched you squirm under his touch while he played with you. It made you ache for him more. He let out a groan feeling you clench around his finger as he added another. Hearing the squishing sounds of your cream coating his fingers.

But then he stopped, pulling out his fingers making you whimper but had you watch him bring his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a suck.

"You taste just as beautiful as you look."

Your cheeks felt warm, your mouth parted as you took in a deep breath. He let himself go and took off his underwear then grabbed the hem of your panties and slipped them down your legs. His hands gripped your thighs and spread them open gazing at your wet flesh, open and ready for him. "So wet for me sweetheart. Tell me love, do you want this?" He leaned over you and ran his tip across your folds and moved it across your clit smearing his precum over it. "Yes, sukuna please. I want it in me."

Sukuna smiled at you, hearing you beg and seeing you so eager for his cock. "I will go slow for you my dear, for the both of us." His tip pushed through your entrance and slowly slid into you inch by inch stretching you as you laid your head back closing your eyes. You could feel how thick he is; you weren't even sure how you were able to fit him inside you again, he felt bigger than before and you didn't know how it was possible. But here you are taking all of him till the base of him.

"Such a good girl. Taking all of me, pretty little thing." Sukuna began to slowly pull out and slid back deep inside of you. You moaned from the feeling of his cock dragging across your walls. He picked up the speed a little, moving his hips as your legs wrapped around him. Wanting to feel everything of him, his chest pressed against yours and his lips on your neck.

"Ryomen more please."

He gave you what you wanted as he leaned up pulling you by your hips thrusting into you. Your body arched and breasts bounced from the angle. Looking over to sukuna seeing his hips roll and abs flex from every thrust. Sukuna moved a hand over your lower stomach and placed the pad of his thumb to rub your clit to bring you closer to your orgasm.

"Sukuna..ahh don't stop!"

He groaned feeling you clamp around his cock as he bucked harder into you. Feeling your cream coating him makes it easier for him to slide back and forth inside you.

"Fuck darling so tight. Your pussy feels great around me. As if we are made for each other. Such a good girl for taking me."

His thumb circled faster over your clit as you bucked your hips with his thrust just to feel everything. The knot in your womb was about to break and you couldn't hold it any longer. "Sukuna I can't hold it I am going..fuck im so close."

"Cum baby. Cum for your king let it all out. Yell my name." Sukuna's thrust became harder and faster nearing his release as you grabbed his forearms digging your nails into his skin. You felt the blissful snap of your orgasm, throwing your head back yelling chants of his name. Hearing him let out a deep moan feeling you tighten around his cock and release into you painting your walls with his thick cum. He looked down to see a cream ring around the base of his cock and a smirk formed on his face. "That's a good girl."

Sukuna could feel himself pulse inside of you then leaned over your body as he put your hips down gently. His lips crashed onto yours, kissing you passionately. He finally pulled out looking at you with a soft smile on his face, both of you breathing heavily. Your hands went into his hair just needing to touch any part of him. Then there was a little meow at the door followed by scratches.

Sukuna chuckled, moving off your body saying "yuji wants in."

He got off the bed then took his shirt from the floor to clean the mess between your legs then placed his underwear on. As you laid there with a slight smile on your face, you watched him walk over to the door opening it to let in yuji. Hearing his meows made you giggle and covered yourself with a blanket. Sukuna picked him up and placed him on the bed while he rolled into your bed with you and took his place beside you. You both gave the little kitten pets and sukuna looked at you.

"Do you want me to get out?"

You looked at him not knowing how to feel but as yuji walked over your stomach and sat between you and sukuna to lay down. Both of you chuckled then looked back at each other. Seeing the look in his you have never seen in them before as he looked at you.

You moved a hand to press your palm to his chest feeling his heartbeat against it then trailed it up to his cheek giving him a small smile.

"Sukuna I really like you, but I am just scared to fall for you because of who you are. I am just torn between staying away from you and wanting you."

He moved his face closer, his nose touching yours, then pressed his lips softly against your own and pulled away to look at you.

"That is up to you. If you want me then have me but if not then I hope you enjoyed your time with me. But for now, go to bed and think about it later. I will stay here."

You just gave him a quiet nod and laid down with an arm around yuji, sukuna did the same laying beside you but he placed his arm around you. He watched you fall asleep fast after being drained of your energy.

"I hope you make the right decision sweetheart."

Sukuna soon closed his eyes and pulled you against him with yuji in the middle, himself thinking that it would not be so bad to have you in his life if it meant nights like this.

He soon fell into a deep sleep with you and the kitten in his arms.

i feel this one was a little short but i want to get get this story rolling to the juicy stuff.

thank you for reading and i wish to have yuji as a kitten

chapter3 chapter5

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undercoverpena · 7 months

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come away with me and we'll kiss

javier peña x f!reader | one shot from late night texts world

you don't need to have read the series, but it helps - this one shot is set during the epilogue 🩷 chapter warnings: a photo booth, two idiots, javi realising how much he loves you, while also unable to keep his hands to himself. illusions and briefest of mentions of smut, but no actual ✨ wordcount: 1.9k.

an: BONUS CHAPTER. this wasn't planned at all but i saw @babyispunk's insanely amazing photo booth pic for Javi, and i had to write this little ode to it (hope you do not mind, lovely) biggest thanks to @guyfieriii who not only held my hand with this but also chose the title. ily.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

don’t forget tomorrow im taking you out for the day

You sure you told me this?

good job I reminded you then

Javi, I am pretty sure I’d have remembered this. Are you sure you told me?

positive

Javi hadn’t told you.

The idea only came to him that week. You all curled up against him, asleep—your fingers on his chest—his hand placed right over yours.

The minutes had been ticking down until his alarm would do its usual thing of disturbing the morning. Interrupting the time he got to just be, when he could lie here with your weight and warmth against him.

That’s when his eyes landed on the photo frame with the photo strip, sitting on top, in the centre of the drawers the two of you now share. The strip of four photos captured from that week.

For the past week, he’d thought of nothing but your two’s fast-approaching first anniversary. That week which had changed his life, the one where he’d had a taste of the life he lives now.

From speaking to some of the people in town, it hadn’t taken much effort to learn where the closest one was. It all aligned, everything falling perfectly into place—all working out.

On the morning of it all, the day even began the same as it had done when the two of you were in that hotel room. The tips of his fingers strumming up and down your back, your chest flush with his—all tangled in his arms, sheets barely keeping in place as your lips kissed the air with his name, the sound of yours leaving his mouth coated in grunts and hisses.

It deviated after. The two of you shared a shower, with you sneaking out of the bathroom undetected to get dressed, leaving him to enact the next part of his plan: wearing the pink shirt.

Stealing it back from your things had taken planning—discreet misdirections, his former skills in the DEA coming into use. He was just grateful it still fastened because even if he did more physical work now than he used to, Javi still wasn’t DEA fit. He was happy, for one—secondly, home-cooked meals were more a norm now than when he was over in Colombia.

You said nothing if you thought anything when he met you on the porch. Not even when the two of you hit the road, hands smoothing down your dress as you turn the radio, focused, eyes glued, and head slightly tilted.

Fuck, you were gorgeous.

You always were. Always have been. Even way before, when all he had of you was words on his phone screen, you have been amazing to him.

“So, whatcha’ thinking about?” you say, leaning back as the radio hums—the plucking of a guitar filling the journey as you look at him.

Taking his hand from the wheel, he placed it on your knee—bare skin meeting his palm. “That I’m looking forward to taking you out of this dress when we get back.”

“No, you weren’t, you tease.”

He snorts, squeezing your knee. “Trust me, cariño. Most, if not all of the time, I am thinking about how I can get you out of your clothing.”

Your laugh fills the vehicle, feeling your eyes on him as the two of you pass the sign welcoming you into the city.

“Think you need a hobby if you’ve got time for all that thinking, baby.”

“I’m busy enough.”

Humming, he smiles as you rest your head on him. The scent of your perfume hitting his nose, recognising it instantly—the one he bought you, wrist tilted to his nose in the shop as you sprayed bottle after bottle until you landed on this one.

The one, as you said, made his eyes widen. It wasn’t the only body reaction the scent now made happen. Least of all, when your hand was on his thigh, fingers sliding up and down his dark-wash jeans.

“Te ves muy guapo, Javi—even in my shirt.”

Snorting, he looked at you, finding your eyes already on him, waiting, a smirk slid up into your cheek that made it near impossible not to pull you close and kiss you. But he’d have time.

Plenty of it.

Thankful he recognised the sign for the place he needed, when you were still none the wiser. Your brain not even catching on when he pulled into the arcade parking lot, your face still looking up at him, peering—studying every inch of him, as though you never get the chance to. Not that he could complain, he does the same whenever he gets the chance, too.

By the time he’d come to let you out your side of the truck, your door was already open—smoothing down your summer dress. Taking your hand in his. “So, let me explain.”

“You found us a photo booth.”

Looping his fingers through, tightening his hold, he pressed a kiss to your cheek—both for being too fucking smart and also because fuck, you got him. “I found us a photo booth, cariño. C’mon.”

Hidden in the back, there it was. Tucked away, it’s interestingly the one place in the arcade relatively quiet of people. The red curtain open, your hand practically dragging him—even if it was he who planned it—before stopping at the doorway, turning to him. Before your mouth even opens, he knows what you’re going to say, his hand already digging in his pocket, pulling out the money he knew would be needed.

“We should think of poses,” you say, sliding in next to him, as you draw the curtain.

His eyes glanced, taking in how it was a floor-to-ceiling one—more discreet, private. Even if the sounds of bells, cheers and loud music still made their way through it to your two’s space.

“Unless you just want to recreate the last one?”

Handing you the money, he wraps his arm around you, fingers on your waist. Needing you to be close as he suggests you kiss his cheek, something sweet, innocent. Your smile twitches before you nod, doing your thing with the money and hitting the button to get it going.

It’s only when he feels you twist towards him, his fingers sliding the strap of your dress up, that he realises how amazing the last year has been, and yet, while he feels the same as when he first met you, he also feels so much more—more than he ever thought possible after all the things he’d done and seen.

Because, even now, you still make his heart skip a beat as you move closer like that first week. Make his cheeks warm as your lips ghost over his cheek.

He knows the seconds are ticking down, both all set in place as the booth counts down, but he can feel the edges of his mouth bucking under the happiness you provide, it almost making him want to grin.

And he does—just after the flash.

Something rising in him, desperate to ignite. It explodes inside him like fireworks; the feeling is born from the ash of who he used to be, spreading itself through him to add more weight to the person he now feels he can be because of you.

His gratitude for it being pressed to your lips as the plan for chosen poses goes out the window, twisting his own body, a sudden need flooding through him just to have you close, pressed against him. His fingers slid around the base of your neck, kissing you desperately, hungrily.

Javi tastes the mint from brushing your teeth, the warmth of your breath—and even if he gets to kiss you all the time now, it still blows him away. Because it’s you—you and him.

Your lips part, inviting him in closer as the softest whimper escapes as his thumb and index squeeze your neck, wrist flush with your collarbone, as he crashes his mouth to yours—slanting, swallowing whatever you’ll give him. Lost in it, how you feel against him, how your thighs have spread just for him. The flash illuminates the space, his smile growing, pressing another to you, and another.

It becomes a dance, a sudden know of what to do as he moves again.

Giving his back to the camera, Javi buries his face into your neck as he hears you whimper his name—blissed out at the feeling of your hand in his hair, pulling, tugging as his fingers snake under your dress. A laugh falling, more in disbelief than anything, a whispered ‘we shouldn’t’ that he’s quick to swallow.

Because he should—the two of you should.

He couldn’t think of something more beautiful, more perfect to be captured and framed in your two’s room than you coming undone for him. That thought cruises through him, blood pounding in his ears, as he brushes over soft, warm skin before his thumb presses over the lace between your legs, feeling the sudden growing wet patch spreading across your underwear. Your laugh stolen, thieved, all twisted into a moan that made his smile grow as he rolled the tip of his tongue over that spot on your neck. The one which he knows has your eyes all lust-blown, just as the flash explodes white around the two of you as you moan his name.

His.

A sound he collects whenever he can. Bottles it. Stores it on a shelf inside of him that used to be empty. That could never be filled by any vice he had picked up, but now it is all easily full of you. The happiness you bring, the comfort,

And he knows he has seconds—if that.

Sliding up, shifting the fabric from between your legs as he feels it. He’ll never tire of it, the proof that you want him—over and over. Your fingers find his chin at the last second, lifting him to stare as his fingers coat themselves in how much you need him.

You saying it, beating him to it. Robbing him of it—not that he cares.

“Happy one-year anniversary, baby.”

In a way, he wishes his back wasn’t to the camera as his hand slides back to resting on your thigh. Because now he suddenly wants the chance to see how he looks as he hears the words. Imagining it from the effect it has on him; how each letter coats him, heals him.

Instead, he whispers them back. Enjoys a front-row seat to watching the impact they have on you, now just wishing the camera is good enough to capture the shimmer in your eyes, the look of adoration, the thinnest crease between your brows he knows he mirrors.

Because it’s you, it’s him.

The two of you frozen like that, a sea of other words silently being shared—your hand reaching up, cupping his cheek, thumb stroking his skin, just like you always do as the machine begins to churn, preparing and readying the photos for the two of you.

“Thank you for bringing us here,” you add, only when the machine quietens.

Nodding, he swallows. “You’re welcome. I… I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist, cariño.”

Your eyes narrow, lips pursing before you smirk. “If you were a smart man, you’d put more money into the machine and finish what you started.”

Javi does.

Because of course he fucking does.

Haphazardly stuffing what he can into it before he’s pulled by his collar, his lips crashing against yours.

AN: Halloween one shot of this pairing will still be up on the 31st. I've just missed them so goddamn much.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 29 days

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A Cat in the Kitchen

Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia) I Part 4 (ft. Deuce and Jamil) I Part 5 (ft. Malleus and Ruggie) | Part 6 (ft. Cater and Rook) | Part 7 (ft. Sebek and Floyd) | Part 8 (ft. Ace and Idia) | Part 9 (ft. Leona and Epel) | Part 10 (ft. Jack and Vil)

In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!

Ready for a short supplementary cooking class?🌟 A day in the life of Prefect Gordon and his familiar Grim, told in three parts: breakfast, lunch, and dinner. After all, food is tastier when it's shared with friends and family~

Imagine this…

Gordon Ramsay stirred before the rats and the ghosts of Ramshackle dorm did. He was up by 5 am most days, first exercising and then rustling around in the kitchen fighting the gas stove to light (and stay that way!) and taking inventory of the dwindling ingredients in the pantry. At 7 am, the delicious smells would start up, rousing his housemates from their slumber.

This was the magic of a human incapable of spellcasting or sorcery.

"Mm... You're up super early again," Grim muttered from the doorway as he rubbed at his eyes. He yawned, still struggling to shake off the last remnants of sleep that clung to him. "I dunno how you do it."

"Not so hard once you've got the hang of it," he grunted in response. Gordon wiped his hands off on a dish towel before sliding a plate toward Grim. "Eat up now, we don't have much time before classes start."

"I dunno, I'm not too hungry."

"You? Not hungry?" Gordon's brows raised. "That's new. You feeling under the weather?"

Grim leapt, looking as though he had been caught with his entire body stuffed into a cookie jar. "N-No, I'm not! Yup, there's my hunger comin' back to me!"

He hurriedly yoinked a tuna sandwich and chowed down.

"See?! Ah'm jus' fine," Grim insisted, cheeks stuffed.

"Hmm, alright." Gordon tucked into a small bowl of oatmeal--prepared with baked bananas, almond milk, and dried cranberries.

"You got class today too or what?"

"Yup. Ashengrotto and the smaller Shroud this time."

“Think they’ll drive ya mad like the rest of them did?”

“I’ll hold my tongue until I’ve seen how they are in the kitchen for myself.”

“Keh, you’re no fun.”

The beast’s ears flattened. The blue fire that burned so brightly seemed to dim. Something weighed on his mind—of that, Gordon was certain.

“That means you'll abandon me before lunchtime again..." Between chews, Grim complained, "How come I gotta be just a student and you get to be a teacher too? The great Grim-sama oughta be showin' these newbies a thing or two!"

"I only teach what I know. I'm still a student in some ways, learning new things about food every day." Gordon shrugged, giving his friend a rough ruffle on the head. "You can be a teacher when you've mastered everything there is to master--neither of us is quite there yet."

"Why can't it be? I wanna fast forward to the part where I become an archmage already!!"

"Don't be impatient about making progress. I’ve made hundreds of dumplings in a day and still came nowhere near the level of perfection of a dim sum master.“

“Tsk, that sucks. Didja at least get to eat the bad dumplings?”

“It was all I had that day. They weren’t fit to serve to customers.” Gordon shook his head. “My point is, you’ll get there one day. Nose to the grindstone, Grim. You've got to work hard to earn it."

He spooned up the remainder of his oatmeal, then deposited his dirty bowl and spoon in the sink. Gordon plucked up Grim, who still had a mouth full of tuna, and tucked him under one arm.

“M-Myah?!“

“Right then, let’s head out. Brisk morning jog to wake up the senses—it’s a brand new day!”

“Lemme finish my breakfast first, sheesh!!”

Three classes before lunch, and they all went about as well as Gordon had expected them to. (That was to say, not well at all.)

During first period Alchemy, Grim had earned the ire of Crewel by disregarding the potion recipe. In spite of Gordon's reminders and warnings, Grim had taken one too many missteps. The wrong ingredient, the incorrect amount, the temperature too low or too high, the stirring too much or not enough.

He was then caught catnapping during Magic History and extensively told off by both Trein and Lucius. (The meowing had gotten very intense.) Gordon had apologized profusely in Grim's place.

Flying had not fared any better--Grim struggled to concentrate, his unsteady magic causing his broom to wildly buck, attempting to chuck him off. Gordon had to stop his rep of 100 push-ups to fetch his friend out from a shrub. Twigs poked at him, leaves caught in his fur.

By the time they were dismissed back to the locker rooms, Grim had melted into a furry puddle on Gordon's shoulder. "Maaan, I'm beat!! That was rough!"

"Rougher than usual." Gordon crunched on an apple. He had taken to the habit of eating small platters or snacks throughout the day over whole meals—it was more efficient for his lifestyle. “Something you want to tell me, or…?”

“N-Nothing’s up!” Grim snapped. "Quit worryin' about me. It's the boss's job to do that for their minion."

The chef rolled his eyes as he set Grim down on the floor beside him. He handed off a boxed lunch wrapped in a checkered cloth. "I'm off to teach. You'll be fine on your own, right? Find Trappola and Spade, settle down with your food, and don't cause trouble."

"I got it already!" Grim huffed. "Catch ya after...?"

"Always." His smile was strained, a bit tired but true. "Maybe I'll bring back some disastrous stories to share with you over dinner."

One last pat on the head, and then he was gone. Hustling down the hall, the white of his pristine chef’s jacket vanishing behind a corner.

Grim managed the rest of the hike to the cafeteria, balancing his lunch in his paws. He squeezed past the legs of various mob students, emerging safely on the other side. They rushed to line up for trays of food.

Suckers, Grim thought, paying in cash for food. Luckily for me, I’ve got something way better than whatever they’re serving.

“Oiiii, Grim! Over here!!” someone called to him. He looked—and there they were, the duo of troublemakers, marked by a heart and a spade upon their faces.

“Ace! Deuce!”

He scampered over to the two Heartslabyul freshmen. They had already secured their lunches, as well as an open seat for him.

“Hard night? Looks like you didn't get much sleep," Deuce commented. A fluffy omelet wobbled atop a mountain of ketchup fried rice on his plate.

“He's right, you really do look awful," Ace added cheerily--blunt as ever. He had opted for a slice of some savory pie, vegetables and meat oozing out from a buttery crust.

"Sh-Shuddap! The great Grim-sama was up all night cookin' up something big!" He slammed a paw down on the table. "Just look at your sorry lunches. They can't compare to what I have!"

"Did Prefect make your meal again? You should try to not trouble him too much.”

"’S not like I tell’m to! He does it on his own!” Grim snickered to himself. "He takes all these cheap ingredients and throws'm together to make these tasty dishes."

"Well, don't keep us waiting in suspense," Ace groaned. "Show us what you have already."

“Let’s see, let’s see!”

Grim undid the fabric knot that held his lunch in a swathe. The checkered pattern peeled back and the lid, once removed, yielded a creamy, cheesy bed of tuna bake.

Gordon had taken his beloved canned tuna and fried it down into flakes. It was then combined with a special mixture of seasonings, pasta shells, melted cheeses, onions and broccoli, and topped with bread crumbs. After a generous bake in their ancient oven, the dish had come out golden brown and bubbling.

“Whoooa, smells delish!!” all three of them drooled.

“Lucky bastard,” Ace muttered. He quickly put on a cheeky grin, his spoon prepared. “Ne, ne~ Lemme try some, Grim!“

“D-Don’t be cheeky, Ace! You can’t demand to mooch off of someone else’s lunch,” Deuce scolded his peer. “… Even if it does look really good.”

“Paws off!!” Grim shielded the box with his body. “My minion made this for me and me only!”

“Tch.” Ace’s expression dropped. “You get to eat like a king for free while the rest of us have to shell out and make do with whatever’s on the school’s menu.”

“It’s not that bad,” Deuce pointed out. “It’d be nice to be able to eat for free but I’m happy with the quality of food we get for the price.”

“This comin’ from the guy who was running low on pocket money for a snack the other day?” he smirked.

“H-Hey, I need to budget, okay?!”

While the duo bickered, Grim had started to shove his face into the box (silverware was too difficult to maneuver) and wolf down his meal. Cheese sauce painted his fur, bits of broccoli and tuna dotting his jaw.

It was heaven—or as close to heaven as he could get on the earth.

He licked his lips appreciatively, mopping up what was left on his face. Not even a little could go to waste. Grim was determined.

As he went back in for another mouthful, he felt a phantom hand cascade across his head, his back. Advice from that morning filled his mind.

“You’ll get there one day. Nose to the grindstone, Grim. You've got to work hard to earn it."

He shut his eyes, making a silent vow.

I’ll definitely… definitely pay ya back for all the hard work you’ve been puttin’ in too, partner.

Gordon bid farewell to the ghost chefs on his way out of the kitchen. The day’s leftovers and unused ingredients overflowed from his arms—a perk of the teaching gig, which helped to feed him and his feline roommate. He mentally parsed through what was available, dreaming up new dishes for the days to come.

There was a nice chunk of fresh tuna (Grim would love it) in his brown paper bag. Perhaps he’d sear it with a sesame crust, then drizzle the seafood in a yuzu-lime dressing to brighten it. He’s plate it with a microgreens salad. Chives, arugula, celery, radish, and ruby sorrel to encourage Grim to eat a variety of vegetables.

He made his way out of the school building and down the long, winding path to Ramshackle dorm. The sun was still out, warming the worn Prefect.

On the front porch, he rustled around in his pants for the keys. When he finally fished it out and inserted the teeth into the lock, Gordon swore he heard a series of suppressed giggles from beyond the door.

Odd.

The door swung open, and he was immediately accosted.

"Welcome baaack," the Ramshackle Ghosts chirped. One ushered him in from behind, another too his groceries off of his hands, and a third tugged him along by the arm.

"Come this way! Grimmy's got a treat for ya!"

"He's been working hard on it the second he got back from his last class."

"Oooh, you're gonna LOVE it!"

"What about dinner?" Gordon protested, watching his beloved ingredients sail off.

He was thrusted into their dingy kitchen--which doubled as the dining room, thanks to the table and chairs set up in one cobwebbed corner. The same old Ramshackle he woke up to every day. Rusty knobs and hinges, chipped cupboards, electricity and running water that blinked in and out.

But there, set on a table with uneven legs and splintered wood, was something extraordinary.

It was a stout cake, iced in light blue with a layer of dripping white and several lit candles stuck into the top. Black frosting formed the vague shape of a fish, TUNA piped over it in white. A single lollipop--pale blue, and in the shape of a paw--casually rested against the cake, as if it had been tossed on top for an extra flair.

A furry mass tackled and hugged Gordon's leg.

"Grim?!"

He was suited up in his own little chef's uniform. It was deep gray, verging on black, his apron tied with a striped-purple ribbon. A tiny toque--a chef's hat-- sat between his ears, a bandage over the bridge of his nose. A smear of white icing decorated his left cheek, and he carried with him a telltale piping bag squeezed thin.

Gordon blinked. "You did this?"

"Nyahahah! Were you surprised?"

"You told me you couldn't cook to save your life."

"He can't," a ghost piped up as he deposited the groceries onto a counter. "He's worse than I was when I was alive!"

"That's why Grimmy's been getting up in the dead of night lately. Been, what? Gotta be a few weeks now."

"He's been practicing his baking and then cleaning up the traces of his crime before you get up."

"What..."

"I wanted to pay ya back, yanno! For all the cookin' and cleanin' and whatever," Grim mumbled shyly, kicking at the ground. "So I figured I'd treat ya for once! I was thinking of a sticky toffee pudding at first since that's your favorite, but... it gets so sticky, it was hard to work with!"

He patted his stomach. "I couldn't put my stuff in the trash can or else you'd notice, so I had to eat up all my mistakes too! It was a lotta effort and way harder than it looked, so you'd better be grateful!!”

Grim looked away, rubbing at his bandage.

“… It helped me better understand and appreciate all the things you do on the daily.”

It clicked.

Everything suddenly made sense. Grim's tiredness, lack of focus, decreased appetite, defensiveness—it was all for this very moment.

"... I see." Gordon bent down, a smile taking shape on his mouth. A steady kindling in his chest. “This is your way of saying ‘thank you’.”

“M-Maybe! An archmage has gotta take good care of his minion,” Grim muttered.

The prefect laughed softly. “And you’re doing a great job at it. Hang tight, I'll get the stove going and whip us up some seared tuna to go with the cake."

“Myah?! Y-You’ve got tuna? Like, the real stuff?!” Grim’s eyes were wide and sparkling. A line of drool ran down his chin. "Fancy tuna...!!"

"Yeah. We can plate some for the ghosts too--so they can join us for a meal in spirit." Gordon nodded at their other roommates. Their pale faces brightened with excitement.

"Can we really?"

"It's been so long since I was last invited to a celebration like this!!"

"Oh, but we can't eat... Ghosts don't have digestive systems. The tune would pass right through us."

"... Grim, you have eat their shares. More importantly, it's being together for the occasion that matters, right?"

"Whoo-hoo!! You're the best minion an archmage could ask for!!" Grim cheered, leaping into the air, furry fist pumping.

“Let's get this dinner party started…!”

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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 years

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not a dream, important, grooming tw

I am a fan of the Korean Englishman channel, I've watched it with my mom for years because we both got interested in Korean culture and especially cuisine and they made us want to try out a lot of different dishes that they showcased on their channel and because of them, we searched up different Korean chefs and channels to pick up recipes and learn how to cook, bake and prepare different meals.

With that out of the way and that being said, both of us have seen their videos with the boys from Fulham Boys High School, where they have the kids try out Korean cuisine. So, those kids are regular high schoolers, not celebrities, who have been thrust into fame due to appearing on the channel, who are minors, who have been doxed multiple times, who have been stalked, harassed, etc. because they became so popular.

So do tell me why one of them, who is a high schooler, is being accused of GROOMING his alleged THIRTY THREE YEAR OLD girlfriend, and not the other way around? Why did a YouTuber who takes unconfirmed rumors about Korean celebrities and shares them, who has a lot of followers and influence in Korea, pick up the story about a high schooler who came to visit Korea with his class and who is a non-celebrity, and exposed him to so much hate and vitriol?

Why are Korean reporters picking up the story, without proof or mentioning how wrong their age dynamic is, and repeating it, reporting on it, attacking him, saying he used a woman old enough to be his aunt or even mother for financial gain, when that older woman was messing with a kid? Why is no one calling out and attacking her?

Why did she come out with her whole chest, name and identity, like look at me, I am the woman scorned, woe is me, I am the victim of this high schooler who I was messing with, pity me, attack him please, he turned Tinder on when he went to Korea, and with full confidence decided to share the story of what allegedly transpired with them and people took her side? She's twice his age? He's still in high school?

I am so glad that the people behind the Korean Englishman channel stood behind the boy and are defending him, because so many people are attacking him and spreading falsehoods.

They released the following statement:

I don't know why this has to be said, but the boy in question is a non-celebrity who has been doxed by the media in a foreign country because one adult in her thirties got jealous for thinking he was allegedly talking to other girls (girls his age, mind you) and who was allegedly bribing him with presents to get his attention. Doesn't matter he started talking to her first, why are we victim blaming?

She's the one in the wrong in this situation, and it's horrifying that a YouTuber who has been sued multiple times for allegedly intentionally spreading misinformation for engagement that brings in the $$$ has also caused so much hate to be spread towards the boy, the other boys and the channel who brought to boys to Korea on a summer trip, by picking up the story and giving legitimacy to the real alleged GROOMER in the situation.

#not a dream #korean englishman #jolly #south korea #josh carrott #grooming tw #abuse tw #sojang

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darkwolf989 · 2 months

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Outside the Office Part Five

I woke up the next morning with my head pressed against the pillow. I tried to sit up, feeling a tug in my arm. I looked over and saw a clear tube creeping out from the crook of my arm. Any sleepiness I had left vanished.

“What the fuck?”

“Ah. Princessa. You’re awake. No no, don’t touch that.” He reached over and gently took my hand. “Leave it. The bag is almost empty and then I’ll take it out. Promise.”

I looked at Valentino. He was sitting in a chair next to the bed, laptop resting on the bedside table.

“It’s just saline, and electrolytes.” he continued. “Nothing to be concerned about.”

“Why do I have an IV in my arm?” I demanded. The memories of the night before came flooding back and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “Oh my god.”

To my surprise, he laughed. “Oh, princessa. This was the fastest way to get you hydrated, so we could talk about last night sooner, rather than later. It’s a discussion I’m eager to have, and I didn’t want to waste time letting you nurse a hangover. Besides, isn’t it more pleasant to wake up without a crippling headache?”

I felt my face flush a deeper red as flashes of the night before danced through my mind. “Val, I’m…”

He held up a hand. “Do not, princessa, say that you are sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. Unless of course, I don’t make you feel safe and secure, or and make you feel butterflies?”

I didn’t think it was possible to feel this embarrassed. “Did I really…admit that?”

“You did.” He reached over and squeezed my hand. “And I am so happy you did.”

I stared at him and he leaned in, gently pressing his lips to mine before pulling away. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that, princessa.” He moved next to me on the bed and pulled my head to his chest.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked, settling against him. “I mean, why did you wait?’

“Because I wanted to be sure you felt the same, princessa. I did not want to frighten you, or to make you feel uncomfortable.” He ran his hand down my back. “So please, babydoll. Do not apologize.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet cinnamon vanilla scent I had come to associate with him. “Val, something feels different when I’m with you. You give me butterflies.”

The words came out and I felt silly, tucking my chin down, eyes away from him. He was a powerful demon, one who spent every night dancing with beautiful women. And me? I was just a mess.

I felt his hand under my chin and he tilted my head up so our eyes met. “Princessa. You give me butterflies, and I cannot stress to you enough that in my world that doesn’t happen.” He leaned down and our lips met again.

I closed my eyes and let the feeling consume me. My body against him, the feeling of desire was satiated, his touch ignited something deep inside- a feeling I hadn’t felt before. Knowing he felt the same way I did was liberating on a whole other level. I allowed myself to melt into him.

After a few moments, he paused his kisses, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Your IV is finished, love.” He pulled himself away from me and swung off the bed. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared behind a door and I heard water running. A few minutes later he came back, snapping on a pair of blue gloves. “Let me see your arm.”

I laid still as he slipped the IV out. Curiosity swept over me. “Did you put this in?”

“I did,” he replied easily.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

He smiled darkly and held the gauze against my arm before covering it with tape. “Babe, I run narcotics down here. Of course I can put a needle in a vein.”

I shivered at the thought, but another kiss from him pushed it from my mind.

“Now that you’re awake, how about breakfast?” He asked, his lips hovering over mine. “I’ll cook for you.”

“Don’t you have to go to work?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Eventually.” He leaned in and kissed me again. “Not yet. You need to eat. Come on.” He pulled me to him and stood up, carrying me to the kitchen.

“I can walk.” I nuzzled myself against his neck.

I felt him exhale. “I know. But then you’re not as close to me as you could be. And I have waited quite a long time for this moment.”

In the kitchen, he sat me on the counter top as he busied himself at the stove. I watched him as he mixed the ingredients, a relaxed expression on his face. It wasn’t too long before he handed me a plate of hot pancakes.

“Eat while they’re warm. I’ll have another one up in a moment.” He told me. “You need food, especially after drinking last night.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “Val I….”

“If you try to apologize again, I will have to punish you, babydoll.” His voice was light, teasing. “I mean it. We have all had those nights- and I’m the one who put you there to begin with. If anything, I should be apologizing.” He paused and kissed my forehead.

Between the warmth of the pancakes and his kisses, the heaviness in my chest that appeared last night finally vanished. “At least something good came out of all of this.”

“Mmm, that is true.” He leaned against the counter as he ate. “Do you have plans for the day?”

“Gym. Shower. See if Vox or Vel need any help. What about you?” I paused. Might as well ask now. “Val, I’m still not a hundred percent on what you do. You mentioned narcotics…drugs?”

A flash of unease crossed his face. “Among other things, princessa. I am a demon of lust.” He thought for a moment. “Creatures sell their souls for a variety of reasons, but the top five are love, power, money, pleasure and beauty- in that order. Velvette herself will tell you there is no shortage of people willing to trade their souls for a few more youthful years, or to drop a stubborn extra pound or two. Vox primarily handles the souls who desire power, and money comes in close second. As for me…” he paused. “I deal with the souls who dabble in pleasure and love.”

“That…doesn’t sound so bad.” I said slowly.

He bent down and kissed my forehead, taking my empty plate. “It isn’t. Do you want another pancake? I can make more.”

“Pancake? No. Kisses? Yes.”

He laughed and again wrapped me in his arms, planting another kiss on me. “Ah dollface, I wish I could stay here all day with you. But work calls.” He set me down and pressed his lips to mine, lingering against me. “But I promise- after work, I am all yours. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He gave me a final kiss on the forehead and walked back towards his bedroom. I did the same and with a quick change out of Val’s oversized tee shirt, I made my way to the gym to start my own day.

The next few weeks passed in a blur. In the privacy of the limo or the apartment, kisses from Valentino were frequent. Snuggles during movie night became more comfortable, and I clung to the safeness and love he showed me. By week two we had fallen into the routine of him coming into my bedroom and laying against me until I fell asleep.

As an angel, I was vehemently taught that anything beyond handholding was a sin punishable by death. Part of me wanted to throw that away, to rush in and give everything I had to Valentino. But whereas I wanted to take that plunge, he was cautious.

“I want you to be sure, princessa.” He said after learning that he was, in fact, my first kiss. “And that will take time, mi amor. Time we have. I do not want you to walk away feeling anything less than enthralled and loved. And to do that, you need to know the person you are with- inside and out. Be patient.” His lips pressed against mine, effectively ending the conversation for the time being.

It wasn’t until a few months into our relationship that I hit the wrong button on the elevator that I realized that there was a side to Valentino that I hadn’t yet seen.

#valentino x wife #the vees #valentino x reader #valentino x you #vox x reader #hazbin fluff #valentino #valentino hazbin hotel

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lurkingshan · 3 months

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Fermat's Cuisine is an Intergenerational Trauma Narrative

When @troubled-mind pitched Fermat's Cuisine to me, I knew I'd be watching it soon, and I went in expecting it to be a kind of classic high stakes restaurant drama with a twist, about a math prodigy slash newbie chef learning the ropes from an intense mentor, figuring out how to translate his special skill and function as part of a well-oiled cooperative team, and taking the restaurant world by storm.

And it was that, partly (until it wasn't). But the core narrative in this drama is not really about food or math or a classic success through adversity arc at all. Instead, it's about the intergenerational trauma passed down through a lineage of abusive haute cuisine chefs, the deep psychological damage they do to each other, and the way our protagonist and his mentor ultimately come together to break the cycle. Obviously, because I am me, this revelation was a goddamn delight and a very welcome surprise. I'm going to dig in on how this theme defined the narrative, so spoilers ahead, folks!

There are many dramas that touch on how extremely high stress restaurant environments are as workplaces and how rampant abuse can get in kitchens. It's quite a common theme explored in most stories about professional chefs. But this drama didn't simply nod to these elements or include them as an added tension point, it doubled down on them and built in an additional layer by centering its story on a lineage of chefs (Shibuya->Kai->Gaku) who explicitly took their protégés into their homes as parent figures.

Shibuya found Kai when he was an unhoused and orphaned child and raised him, bringing him home to live with him and providing him with shelter and material support and a chosen career path. And then he proceeded to mentor him in such an emotionally abusive way that it's kind of a miracle Kai still had any humanity left in him by the time he found Gaku and began to repeat the cycle. Shibuya taught Kai that his entire worth as a human being was dependent on his ability to cook, not just well, but at a level that few in the world can ever hope to achieve. He raised him to strive to "surpass God" with his food and to feel worthless if he couldn't continually top himself. And he raised him to think there was only glory in this achievement if he did it alone, without relying on bonds with other people to support him.

This is deeply fucked up stuff, and it predictably fucked Kai up, especially once he developed an illness that impacted his ability to taste, and therefore, his ability to cook. He found Gaku and repeated the patterns he learned in his childhood to try to quickly mold him into the same kind of chef he feared he could no longer be, and then abandoned him alone with all the same impossible expectations he was raised with, turning him quickly from a sweet kid with a genuine love for learning how to master his job into an abusive tyrant in his own right. Gaku was just a kid, however, no matter how talented, and he couldn't sustain these responsibilities Kai put on him, so it all came crashing down rather quickly, pushing Gaku to go in search of his wayward mentor and pulling them back together in their shared failure. And ultimately, they decided that their only option left was to try working together to achieve their dream in defiance of Shibuya's teachings.

Which led to one of the best scenes in the drama and the one that clinched this story for me, when after cooking a meal for him together, Gaku directly confronted Shibuya on Kai's behalf and demanded that he acknowledge Kai in the way he deserves, giving Kai the catharsis he has been desperately needing for years. Did Shibuya suddenly change his perspective and apologize for his wrongs? Of course not. But the drama showed us how wrong he was by bringing Gaku and Kai together, with the support of their colleagues, to defy his teachings and make beautiful food together their way. And Shibuya was forced to relinquish his hold on Kai, finally giving him the approval he was so desperate for and releasing him from his expectations. Kai broke the cycle with Gaku's help, and thus began to heal. And in helping Kai, Gaku saved himself, as well.

Now, can I claim the execution of this arc in the show was perfect? No, I definitely cannot. This drama is extremely watchable, has a great cast, and was built around a fantastic main idea, but it also has some pretty significant flaws in how it all came together. There were serious pacing problems in this story--some character information was withheld for too long, some narrative beats were rushed to the point that they barely landed, and some character turns were simply not well grounded enough to feel believable. I have a whole reef of notes about how to rearrange the story elements to make it all work on a higher level. But the core of this story is solid and the ending rings true, despite some bumps on the journey to get there.

I highly recommend y'all check this drama out for something a little different and very refreshing. And hey, it's not often that Japan puts their content on major western streaming services and gives us all easy access to enjoy their work, so we should encourage the practice.

#fermat no ryouri #fermat's cuisine #jdrama #shan recommends #shan shouts into the void

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lfghughes · 10 months

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Mess In The Kitchen

a/n: i got this cute request that has been sitting in my inbox and i think the timing is perfect now to post it after my jamie and trevor fic

Flipping through the different recipes online, you finally found one for some pasta you figured Trevor and Jamie would like. For the past month at least once a week you would cook for Trevor. It was really the first time you cooked for anyone and Trevor seemed to really like the nights you cooked so you made it a thing. After a few times of you going over to cook though Jamie pointed out that you had yet to make him food too so the three of you picked today to have dinner all together.

You picked baked ziti because you figured it would be the easiest dish that everyone would like and you had gone over extra early to cook for the boys. You were excited to have Jamie finally try your food. “Alright, dinner is served.” You told the boys as you set the hot dish on the table for the three of you. Immediately Trevor dug into the food and Jamie followed behind.

When it was your turn you put a few scoop fulls on your own plate. You gave the boys a few minutes to really dig and you couldn’t help but beam up at them, waiting to see what they would say. “So what do you think?” You asked and Trevor gave you a thumbs, a smile on his lips. “This is amazing.” You immediately caught the look of confusion on Jamies face as he turned his attention to Trevor.

“Jamie?” You asked and he pushed his food around the plate a little. “Uh, you know I love you, right?” He asked and a nervous laugh left his lips. “Yes…” You started slowly as you waited for him to continue on. “What Jamie is trying to say is, he fell more in love with you because this food is amazing.” Again a look of confusion crossed Jamies face as he looked at Trevor again. “Well no…I mean, it’s not horrible it’s just..The pasta isn’t really cooked all the way through and it’s kind of…bland.” He winced a little at the last word and you could tell he was trying to not hurt your feelings.

Your cheeks flashed red at his words “I am so sorry.” You immediately started and Jamie shook his head “It’s fine really, I mean you said you’re still learning.” He tried to cover up his criticism and you appreciated that but a bigger question came to mind as you turned to Trevor. “Wait have you been telling me it’s good this whole time to not hurt my feelings?” You asked and his jaw dropped slightly. “I mean…yes?” He said quietly and your own jaw fell open. “Trevor why would you do that?”

“I can think of a few reasons why he does that.” Jamie teased with a small laugh and Trevor pushed him in warning. “Uh…Do you think maybe we could talk for a minute.” He paused looking over at Jamie “Privately.” At the last word Jamie held his hands up in surrender. “I’ll be in my room.” And with those words he retreated into the house. Your attention turned back towards Trevor. “I’m not really sure how to say this but uh..you see. I’ve kind of have had this big crush on you.”

His words had caught you by surprise but there was still confusion there. “Wait so because of your feelings for me…You didn’t tell me my food sucks?” You asked and he shrugged sheepishly. “I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings but I can see why it’s important that I wasn’t honest.” He admitted to you and you nodded your head. “Well yeah because if you’re wanting to be my boyfriend you’re going to have to be honest even if my food is the worst ever.”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine

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raccoonsrummagerostrum · 11 months

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Comforting Chris Redfield After a Mission

Chris Redfield x GN! Reader

Word count: 1075

Warnings: reverse comfort, shower, mentions of injury, infection, and bugs. Cuddles, food, mentions of first aid, mention of minor character death, angst, slight ptsd for Chris

Summary: Whenever Chris comes home after a mission he has a checklist that the two of you follow

A/N: I’m so excited to start posting about Chris! I am so excited for Death Island!

You and Chris always had certain rituals for when he would leave for, and return from missions. When he left it was all about you. He would spend the few days before leaving taking you out on dates, pampering you, and running errands. As well he would pick up chores and odd jobs around the house in preparation for you taking over all of it when he was gone. He didn't always have prior warning to when he would be leaving, but he always spent whatever warning time he did have with you. When he returned, that time was for him.

The transition back to civilian life was always hard for him, it had been his entire career. Even back when he was in the air force coming back home was often more stressful than active service, but you made it easier. Much easier. Whenever possible, Chris would call you ahead of time to let you know that he was on his way. Sometimes you had days notice, other times you had just a few hours. However much time you had you always made sure that the house was clean, and usually had a meal prepared. To be honest Chris didn't really care either way about the state of the house, or the presence of a home cooked meal, but he did appreciate it greatly. It helped to free up space in his mind so that he could focus on comfort.

Once Chris was in the door you had a checklist. This was extremely important to help him with the transition. For him it was like a reset for his body and mind. That checklist went as thus:

1. A hug. Extremely important. He needed to know that you were there, that this was real, and that he was back home.

2. Food. If there is one state in which Chris can not function properly, it's hunger. Even though cold, wet, and injured he could still push through and focus on the task at hand, but if he was hungry then nothing else was going to happen until he got some food. Sometimes he would have had something on the way, but if not then you always had something ready. Eating with you also helped him ease back into a domestic mindset.

3. Shower. More than likely he had gone the entire mission without a proper scrub. There might have been running water and a bar of soap, but he had more than likely been far from the creature comforts of a hot shower, with a messaging nozzle, and moisturizing body wash with a good scrub from a luffa.

4. Body check. More often than not, you would join him in the shower for the body check, where you would meticulously search his entire body for anything. Cuts, scrapes, bruises, injuries, ticks, mites, lice, and or infections. Anything that needed to be addressed. Usually he would have been looked over by some kind of medic before he came home, so any major issues would have already been taken care of. But this was much more thorough. You were the only person he would ever let get this close. And the fact that you trailed little kisses around his body didn't hurt.

5. First aid. You had learned some first aid specifically for this. You learned to treat all sorts of minor issues. Dressing and redressing wounds, removing ticks and mites, treating infections, and you would dutifully care for any issue that arose from the body check.

6. Cuddles. It didn't matter if he came home in the middle of the day, or the middle of the night, this man is gonna need cuddles. Curl up on the couch or in bed, it doesn't matter. Depending on how the mission went and how Chris was feeling the cuddle position would change. If he was feeling more insecure and scared he would be the big spoon and hold you close, protecting you. If he was feeling more sad, and helpless he would lay on top of you, allowing you to rub his back and play with his hair. Cuddling was usually done in silence as he preferred to focus his attention on you and your breathing, but he wouldn't complain if you wanted to play some music or watch TV. The more physical contact the better.

7. Don't talk about work. During the transition back into civilian life, Chris would be very sensitive. He would be very quiet, hypervigilant, and skittish. It wasn't a good idea to talk about his mission during this time. So you two had agreed that you would wait one full day before talking about it. And you two had agreed that one full day was one wake up to the next. Which sometimes resulted in more than 24 hours before talking about his mission, but that was fine with the both of you. Even after one full day you never pressured him to talk if he didn't want to

8. Talk about work. This last step was not part of the original list. In Fact when the two of you first started doing this he hated talking about work. He would avoid talking about it at all cost, and even when he did he only gave sparse details. But as Chris has gotten older he's found that talking about work can actually be really cathartic. He now finds it important to talk to you about what happened during his time away. The good and the bad. He's gotten more emotional over the years as well. At first he tried to stop it, but you let him know that it's ok to be upset and angry, it's ok for him to cry and to shake. As he talks, you're there to guide him through his emotions, and then to bring him back to reality when he's done.

With the checklist complete you still keep a close eye on him for the next few days. He might have injuries that need to be treated, and emotional scars that need attention. You're always there helping him along his way. Eventually he settles back into normal life, and the two of you cohabitate once again.

This checklist has helped not just him but you as well many, many times. Especially after Jill's supposed death, her return, and Piers' death. But the list was put to the ultimate test after Chris returned from Romania.

To be continued…

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Hello, could you make one where Balwin's girlfriend is from the future and due to destiny, she is in Balwin's time and they both fall in love and she manages to take Balwin to the future where they both get married and spend Christmas with their in-laws and they want it.

It was late evening in the city with snow beginning to fall. "Darling are you sure you will be able to handle it" "The Christmas tree is too tall". Baldwin enthusiastically said"Don't worry, I am strong now thanks to you" "I can now easily handle manual labour" I smiled and shaked my head. Baldwin loved to do manual labour. Especially since he got his strength back but I couldn't help but look concern. "There" he said smiling. "Now quickly switch on the light" . I quickly ran towards the switch not before yelling a warning "Be careful with wires" Baldwin frowned and said "I know love, besides they aren't that dangerous" . "I guess you are the one who needs a professional help" "What do you say shall we hire professional helper and lie to them saying that you need learning about surroundings since you have amnesia" Baldwin IV smirked teasingly. While I flushed in embarrassment remembering our earlier days. Just then a memory striked me and I began laughing. Baldwin IV confused asked "What's so funny". His confused expression reminded me of earlier days and I laughed even more. "Remember how you used to be scared of cars and bikes" "It was cute how tightly you held my hand insisting we cross the road together and how you would try to sheild me with your body as if ready to fight for me whenever the vehicle was approaching it was cute". Baldwin IV shocked and embarassed that I would bring up the memory quickly got down the ladder and chased after me. He almost succeeded in catching me until the door bell rang "Must be my parents let me open it quick"

I had been setting food on the table with the help of my mom. As I put down the Christmas pie I thought of calling my husband, Baldwin IV for dinner but decided to change my mind once I saw him staring outside the window sadly. My heart pained knowing how much he longed his home. To ease his pain I promised to take him to Jerusalem for our next upcoming trip. I can still easily recall Baldwin IV 's face how he was shocked and fascinated when he got to know current situation of his homeland.

"So that's it, that's how the story ends" "What did I fight for, to everything to go in vain" "I wish it didn't end up how it has"

I quietly put down the Christmas pie as I watched him staring outside the window. Making note to myself to call him bit later afterwards. My mother who bought freshly cooked turkey while placing it on the table noticing my pain decided to distract me by conversation said "You know our family has a history of time traveling" "Some of our ancestors take your grandma for example had also fallen in love with someone from past but this is the first time some one was to future" "People in our family tree who refused to leave their significant other settled in past with them" "Not all had happy ending of course" "Some severely regretted their decision and came back to future"

I closed my eyes sadly and recalled how my grandma fell in love with a king and married him but he cheated on her and expected her to endure so she left. Luckily she found grandpa and has been happily married since

"You know dear please don't take offence but I am suprised, how much your significant lover was willing to fight for you" "It's rare to find someone who would be willing to go this far" "Make sure not to loose him"

I smiled and said "I know mother" "I too love him very much" "I am glad I was able to cure him thanks to medical treatment here".

My mother looked at my husband and saw him sadly staring outside the window said "He seems to miss his home"

"He sure does"

My mom patted my shoulder and went to call my husband. Baldwin IV smiled moment our eyes met. "My love" he said. I smiled and proceeded to kiss him but he said"Stop your mother is here staring at us". Both my mom and I laughed at his bashful expression. As we settled down Baldwin IV asked about my father

"He will be late and asked us to proceed without him" "By the way you both have done marvelous job in decorating the house". Baldwin IV smiled and said "Couldn't have done without your daughters help". Suddenly Baldwin IV expression became sad again as he said"I wish my nephew was here though, he would definitely love being here, I miss him so much". "Things have changed a lot, except for the snow which remains same" "It's good that I have something with me from the past " I put my hand on his hand squeezing it to reassure him. Baldwin IV noticing my expression squeezed my hand back and smiled at me to reassure me that I am fine.

"Siting on dinner table without switching on the Christmas lights". My dad yelled as he quickly sat down on table holding bottle of wine. "And completely forgot about wine, no Christmas celebration is complete without wine". "I see my daughter has done marvelous job in worsening you" I scoffed at my dad's playful remark as Baldwin IV laughed. Baldwin IV smirked and teasingly said "She sure has"

"Hey" I retorated as I playfully punched him. My parents smiled as they watched our banter. "I couldn't ask for a better son in law" said my dad proudly. "Me too" commented my mom happily. Baldwin IV grew shy after hearing this and I took a chance and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey"

"This is payback". I happily retorated. "Now" my mom commanded sternly. "Eat your food or else it will get cold". Baldwin IV hearing this said "First let us pray and thank our lord". My parents and I immediately closed our eyes. Baldwin IV gently leaned toward me and whispered "and thanking him to bless me with such a beautiful wife" and slowly kissed my ear lobe making me blush. After we were done with prayers. Baldwin IV raised his glass and said "To my homeland and for my dear nephew, sister and mother who couldn't join me here today , Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas" We cheered back and clicked our glasses happily enjoying our food. With the snow getting making it dark quickly. Glowed our beautiful house in yellow during Christmas filled with cheers and laughter

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