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janaispunk · 4 months

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it’s the season

part of the space sisters secret santa 2023 - for @pascalispretty, merry christmas sophie! 🫶🏻

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

word count: ~ 1.8k

summary: Joel had promised his daughters that they would bake Christmas cookies this weekend - which turns out to be more complicated than he had anticipated. Fortunately, their new neighbor next door can help.

tags: AU! no outbreak, Joel has both of his daughters, FLUFF, hints at reader’s sad backstory but nothing specific, mentions of alcohol consumption, able-bodied reader, I think that’s it? Let me know if I missed something <3

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It’s Sunday, one week until Christmas, and Joel Miller is beginning to lose his mind.

His daughters had been bugging him about baking Christmas cookies with them for weeks, and he wants nothing more than to make them happy, but while Joel is many things, he’s certainly not a baker.

Work has been hectic lately, which apparently led to him forgetting to buy the ingredients that the girls swear up and down they had requested several times.

He’s had to sent Sarah to ask one of their neighbors to lend them something twice now and by the looks of it, he’s gonna have to do it a third time. She groans and insists to take Ellie with her this time, complaining about how this is “sooooo embarrassing, Dad!”

You furrow your brow when your doorbell rings for the third time in half an hour, a slightly disbelieving look on your face when you open the door and once again reveal the young girl from next door standing on your porch, this time accompanied by who you think is her younger sister.

You only moved into the house a month ago and don’t really know any of your neighbors, except for the elderly couple that lives a few houses over. They had introduced themselves hours after you moved in and have tried to invite you to come to Sunday church with them several times, an invitation that you consistently decline.

You know the girls though, you often see them through your windows, constantly pestering their father, who constantly fends them off in a kind of gruffy but clearly loving manner.

The girl who had introduced herself as “Sarah” when she first came by thirty minutes ago to ask for baking powder smiles at you apologetically.

“Hi… again. I’m so sorry, do you by any chance have cinnamon as well?”

You can't help but laugh this time. “What are you guys even doing over there? I think I do, why don’t you come in while I go check?” They nod and follow you into your kitchen where you start digging through your supply of baking ingredients.

“Our Dad said he’d bake Christmas cookies with us today, but he forgot to get the groceries for it,” the other girl explains. “I’m Ellie, by the way.” You smile and tell her your name, then hand over the cinnamon to them.

“That’s very sweet of your Dad,” you remark, “I’m sure he’s trying his best.”

Ellie’s eyes fly over your neatly organized collection of ingredients and baking utensils, then her face lights up with an idea.

“Hey! You look like you’re a good baker and our Dad is really struggling to be honest. Do you want to come over and join us?”

“Ellie,” Sarah argues, “you can’t just invite people like that, I’m sure she has plans already.”

You don’t, to be fair, but you’ve never spoken to their father before, who’s rather giving the impression that he likes to keep to himself.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude…” you begin, when Sarah looks around herself and notices that you don’t have any Christmas decorations up around your house.

“Or do you not celebrate Christmas?” she asks, “You obviously don’t have to come if that’s not…”

Your heart warms at how considerate the young girl is trying to be. “No I do, I just didn’t…” you trail off, not sure how to explain that it feels pointless putting up decorations just for yourself and that you don’t want the reminders that it will be the first Christmas in your life that you’ll be spending completely alone. You shake your head and plaster a smile on your face. You do like baking and maybe this will help getting you into the spirit.

“You know what? Okay, if it’s alright with your Dad, I’ll come over and see how I can help.”

Both girls beam at you and you follow them over to their house, where you find their Dad elbows deep in a mixing bowl with dough sticking to his fingers and swearing to himself under his breath. You feel awkward and definitely like an intruder but the girls’ mouths are going a mile a minute, explaining how you had soooo many baking supplies and that you had agreed to help them.

Their Dad introduces himself as “Joel” and you feel your cheeks heating when you notice how attractive he is up close. You had already thought that when you’ve seen him from afar, but now that you’re standing in his kitchen, it really hits you. Trying to snap out of it, you take a closer look at the dough that he’s fighting with.

“This needs more flour, then it’ll be less sticky,” you mutter, suddenly feeling a bit shy, and go to add it to the mix in his bowl. He huffs a “Thanks” and you smile, still fighting the heat in your cheeks but also feeling excitement buzz through you as your hand brushes against his when you pull back.

The girls kick back into action then, throwing several recipes at you that they want to try and you do your best to coordinate it all, running back to your place for ingredients several times, accompanied by an apologetic look from Joel every time, but you honestly don’t mind. His daughters are adorable and you’re having more fun than you’ve had in months.

Sarah turns on the radio and Christmas songs sound through the kitchen. With the music in your ear and the smell of freshly baked cookies in your nose, you feel at ease, comfortable.

When all the cookies are baked and thoroughly taste tested, the girls retreat to their rooms on the upper floor, leaving you and Joel alone in the kitchen. You find that you don’t want to leave, don’t want to go back to that big empty house where it’s just you, not now that you’ve basked in the warmth of this family home right next to yours all day. And just maybe, you want to spend more time with Joel.

“I have a bottle of pretty good red wine, shall I go and bring that? Half of my kitchen’s contents are here already” you joke and Joel laughs.

“I’m sorry about that, I’m usually better prepared, but work’s been crazy these weeks and the girls insisted on baking today, so…” He scratches his neck and you smile at him.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve had a great time today. Finally got me into the holiday spirit a bit, I kinda really needed that.”

You walk over and take the wine bottle back to his place where you sit down in the living room, the Christmas tree that has been mostly decorated by the girls shining in the corner and the several strings of fairy lights that Sarah has spread all over the room glowing around you.

You feel a warmth and comfort that you haven’t felt in a long time, but also a kind of envy for this feeling of family, of how clearly this man and the two girls belong together, how their house is basically imbued with love for each other. A feeling that you’re not sure you’ve ever had, but that you suddenly find yourself desperately longing for.

“So…” Joel begins, a faint expression of uncertainty on his face. “Is it just you over there, or…?” You understand what he’s asking and nod, a wry smile playing around your lips.

“Yeah, it’s- it’s a bit of a long story, really, but yes, it’s just me.” The understanding is clear on his face and he doesn’t push you, sensing that you don’t want to expand on the subject and you’re grateful.

You still talk about both of your pasts, where you grew up, where you went to school, learning that Joel lost his parents when he was young, only two years after he had Sarah, how it had been just the both of them in the beginning, with the addition of his younger brother whom he speaks of with the loving kind of exasperation that only an older sibling can muster up, and how he adopted Ellie a few years later.

You finish the bottle quicker than you would like to, and when Joel walks you home and you’re both stood in front of your door, you’re drunk on more than the red wine, a happiness in your veins that warms you from within.

Joel clears his throat, his eyes trained on your face.

“Listen, I don’t want ya to feel pressured or nothin’, but would you want to come over for Christmas Eve? ‘S just me an’ the girls, nothin’ fancy, just-“ he shrugs, his hands buried in his pockets, “don’t like the thought of you alone in this house on Christmas.”

It might be embarrassing how quickly you say “yes”, but you can’t bring yourself to feel that way. A smile stretches across Joel’s face as he tells you “good night” and kisses your cheek before you step into your house and watch him walk back to his.

Christmas at the Miller household is one of the best evenings that you’ve ever had. Sarah and Ellie have gone all out on the decorations now that they have a guest, leaving twinkling lights, glitter and ornaments in every corner and on every surface, Joel makes a surprisingly good dinner, you’re playing board games with the girls that dissolve into fights between them most of the time, everyone is talking over each other and you’re all eating chocolate until you’re sick with the sugar high.

Late in the evening, with both of the girls softly snoring on the couch, tangled up in each other like two overly large kittens, Joel and you are sharing another bottle of wine. You feel so full of happiness that you feel like you might burst, a smile on your face that feels like it’s never gonna leave again.

When it’s time for you to go home, Joel stands with you and walks with you to his front door. “Thank you again, for inviting me,” you smile at him, “this was probably the best Christmas Eve that I’ve ever had.”

He nods, his gaze dancing between your eyes and your lips.

“Merry Christmas,” you murmur, butterflies erupting in your stomach. He leans in and you hesitantly do the same. Before you can overthink it, you cradle his face in your hands and pull him towards you, your lips meeting in a soft kiss.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers against your lips.

i hope you liked this!!! merry christmas and happy holidays 🫶🏻

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lambtotheslaughterr · 18 days

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Rise : Chapter Thirteen

A Rafe Cameron Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 2.8k

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CHAPTER TWELVE | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER FOURTEEN

personal note* @bunnycvnts bby honey love i am SO sorry! i incorrectly placed you under the taglist for only I Burn updates & not Rafe Cameron updates as a whole. i apologize wholeheartedly, my love. from now on, you will be properly tagged in all future RC fics.

118 days since the world ended

Your world was spinning. Maddeningly so.

Days bled into one another, weeks passed you by without a thought. You had no control over your mind, constantly free-falling somewhere between conscious autonomy & other-worldly helplessness.

Sometimes you spoke but you never knew what you were saying, if you were saying anything at all, really. You were completely numb, mindless, isolated from who you once were. And you had Rafe concerned.

In the weeks that he kept you holed up in your new room, he would come in with lines of coke, forcing you to snort them or if you were too immobile to do so yourself he would rub the powder on your gumlines. He didn’t enjoy seeing you like this, like a zombie, but he thought it the only way to protect you from the trauma of what you had done. Of course, he felt no guilt in his part of it. He felt he was a necessary evil in the new world, & that you were just slow to adapt. But you would adapt. He would make sure of that.

After the events at the cabin, Rafe ransacked the cabin, taking what would be needed for the next move. He instructed Matt & Robbie to take Sayyed’s wrangler & bring it along as another reliable vehicle. Then he led everyone north to the closest city of Asheboro. There, on the north end of the city in the industrial district, he found an abandoned mill that had been shut down long before the world ended, but did serve as a home for the houseless. Fortunately, there were plenty of necessities to make a living.

In a long & wide spacious space, there were a plethora of overturned cots & worn through mattresses, metal tables that would work for food, pallets & dusty blankets, & a few empty oil barrels that were once used to build fires. It being summer, fires wouldn’t be needed, but they would come in handy in the winter months. Rafe was quick to set roles for everyone, that is except for you & Bear. He moved you into a small private corner room on the second floor of the building, & Bear to a nearly identical one on the opposite end. He didn’t want you two interacting until you both got with the ways of his world.

And so as everyone got to their tasks daily & life in the mill began to function decently, Rafe finally turned his attention to you. Even without the coke, you were quiet, displaced from yourself. He needed you to be alert, aware & paying attention to him. And that was when he started bringing you coke. It had worked the first time you fucked in the woods. And the second time when he had to coerce you to have sex with him. It would surely work a third time.

But much to his disappointment, you hardly reacted to the coke in the first couple days. If anything, it had the opposite effects of his intended wants. You weren’t awake, alert. You became drowsier, your speech slurred. Rafe had never really seen anyone respond to coke like you had in those first couple days. So, he quit. But then your behaviour changed again.

You became violent, erratic, dangerous—not to others but to yourself. You were so far gone in your mind that you would find ways to hurt yourself. First it was you clawing at your skin, leaving deep, long bloody marks down the sides of your thighs. So he cut your nails & kept them short. Then you stopped eating. Your weight dropped drastically. He took it upon himself to force feed you & make sure you got your share of the food day in & night out. The final straw is when you attacked him. Him! Of all people. He knew it wasn’t really your doing, your intention to really want to harm him, but he couldn’t have you out for his blood, nor could he put you down. That’s when he finally brought on another pair of hands to help him. The only pair he trusted.

In the first two weeks of living on the edge of Asheboro, Anna had built quite the stockpile of medical supplies & equipment. Much to Rafe’s chagrin, Anna told him that he was the sole problem to your bipolar & violent tendencies. You were suffering from coke withdrawal at the height of a traumatic experience. And supplying you with more coke in an attempt to wake you up only made it worse. Then when he took it away yet again, your behavioral symptoms adapted to the change in a violent way.

So, it was her duty to get you back to a clean & safe mind. But you would fight her. Not even consciously. Anna had told Rafe that it was as if your own mind wouldn’t allow you to come back, to live with what you had done. But Rafe wouldn’t have it. He would have you back whether you wanted to be there or not.

While Anna tended to you the next couple weeks, Rafe focused on the way of life at the mill. Shortly after Anna took over his role for caring of you, there had been a meaningful event. People.

There was five of them who appeared, claiming to have thought the building abandoned & that didn’t want any trouble. But Rafe didn’t see trouble, he saw power. More people to keep under his thumb. After all, he knew how dangerous he could be, how lethal—he could only imagine who else out in the world was like him. And with survival being key in this world, the more bodies he had the better, virus be damned.

Anna cleared four of them to assimilate to the group. The one she didn’t clear showed symptoms of the virus & was effectively removed. Permanently. The remaining four did not put up a fight to protect the one, a sign they would be easy to maintain. After the removal of fifth body, the four—Vic, Maddy, Barry, & Enzo—were quarantined on the third floor of the building for a week before they were allowed to begin pulling their weight. And much to Rafe’s delight, they followed directions well & meshed well with the others. Rafe could see the world falling together perfectly before him.

On the fourth week at the mill, Anna came to Rafe with news. Good news. You were awake. Alert like he wanted. He immediately wanted to see it for himself, to hear your voice, to have him alone time with you, but Anna was quick to squash it.

“Her mind is still fragile, Rafe.” She told him firmly, stopping him from heading to the second floor to see you, “You may trigger her. And then all that progress will be lost & I can’t guarantee getting her back again after that.”

Rafe was frustrated. Since when had you been fragile? You were always a force to be reckoned with. You were loud, bold, a dominating personality, a lot like him. It was what always drew him to you in that first year of college. And it was why he loathed your relationship with Sayyed even more. He always thought the two of you would be a short fling, but soon that fling turned into a relationship, into meeting each other’s parents on breaks from schools to traveling with each other during the summer, always returning back to school closer than ever. He had been angry, but he knew his time would come. But now that it was here & he was being told to stay away from you, Rafe thought he himself would lose his mind next.

But, as much as he hated to, he listened to Anna, & kept his distance. For the next week, he would stand outside your room, listening as Anna spoke to you as she brought you food & updated you how life at the mill functioned. Rafe noted how she made it a point to rarely say his name, if ever. It bothered him to no end, but he wouldn’t risk losing you again.

Rafe thought ahead then. He knew that when you were ready, truly ready, to be let out & to assimilate with the rest of them, that you would need a face you could rely on. Without speaking to Anna about it, because he didn’t need her permission, Rafe finally made his first visit to Bear. Unlike you, Bear was very aware.

Rafe entered the room & Bear stood on business, prepared for the worst if he knew it was Rafe coming in.

“Calm down, buddy.” Rafe scoffed, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. But Bear didn’t calm down. He stood stiff & ready opposite of him.

“Can’t imagine it’s a ton of fun in here. You’d get more food if you pulled your weight.” Rafe told him.

“I wouldn’t help you if my life depended on it.” Bear seethed, “You should’ve just killed me.”

Rafe agreed. He should’ve. But Bear was his only leverage against you. As much as he hated it, Rafe needed Bear to keep you in line, otherwise you’d be as against him as you had the first time the group split.

“As much as I’d enjoy that,” Rafe started, glaring at Bear, “you’re much more useful alive.”

“Like I said—”

“Like I’m saying.” Rafe cut him off, “If you & _____ want to live, you’ll work with me, not against me.”

Bear softened at that, “Where is she?”

“She’s fine.” Bear didn’t need to know the whole truth, Rafe decided, “But she does need a friend. And it seems you’re the only one she has here until she makes more.”

Bear shook his head, “You know that’ll never happen after what you did.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Rafe warned, “That’ll make you both disposable. I know you don’t care about dying, but you care about her dying. You go down, she goes down with you.”

Bear quieted at that, angry but quiet.

“So, you ready to come out & play nice?”

Bear glowered, weighing his options, but even he knew he had little to no change against Rafe & the others. If Bear was going to be there for you, he needed to play along. For now.

The first time Rafe saw you was in the courtyard garden. It wasn’t a garden to begin with, but Maddy with her green thumb, managed to turn it into one. He saw you through the windows, on your knees before the metal watering bed, your hands covered in soil as you helped the new girl plant more seeds. It took everything in him to not go out there & gather you in his arms, to run his hands through your hair, to press his chest to yours. His mouth watered at having you to himself again.

Anna joined him at the window, staring out at you, “She’s almost ready. I want her to acclimate to roles here before she sees you again.”

“How long?” He fumed, his nostrils flared as images of you flooded his mind. You were so close, yet so far.

“A day or two.” Anna shrugged, “I’m not a psychologist. I do nurse shit. But better safe than sorry.”

Rafe’s spine stiffened & relaxed at the same time. It was bittersweet. A day or two more wasn’t really all that long, but in this world, it felt like ages. He would have to make do.

And he did, but he would often keep you in sight. In the mess hall—the spacious room—he would watch you sit with the others on pallets & ate silently alongside them while they all talked amongst themselves. Bear was there, too. But he wasn’t as sociable with the others, though he did keep near you. Rafe would have to keep an eye on that. As much as he thought having Bear would help you adapt, he also worried about it also influencing you.

Rafe did well to keep himself distracted until the last two days passed before he saw you face-to-face again. On the day before he would see you, he approached Micah in the gravel lot outside the mill. Micah was in charge of scavenging. He, Matt, & Robbie, were gone long & often as they cleared surrounding smaller towns of goods & necessities.

“Micah.” Rafe hollered when he went outside, seeing Micah standing in the bed of his truck as he passed off crates to Matt & Robbie.

Micah nodded at him, telling the other two to take over as he hopped over the side of the truck before walking towards Rafe, “What’s up?”

“_____ is out.” Micah’s demeanor changed in an instance at the sound of your name. It was no secret that Micah loathed you, wished you dead. Honestly, Rafe thought it pathetic. He knew it wasn’t your fault that Millie died, but he needed Micah angry, needed him ready to point & shoot at whoever Rafe told him to. If blaming you for his girlfriend’s death is what kept that anger alive, that’s all that mattered. But he also needed to remind Micah of one thing.

“You go nowhere near her.” Rafe stared hard at his longest & oldest friend from college.

Micah’s nose crinkled with distaste, his own eyes darkening.

“I mean it.” Rafe stepped closer to him, his voice firm but filled with warning, “I see you even look at her wrong, & you won’t have a place here anymore.”

Micah’s nostrils flared, “You’re gonna pick her over me?”

“I’d like to keep you both.” Rafe smirked but it wasn’t friendly, “So, don’t make me choose. Understand?”

Micah shook his head in disbelief, “And if she comes at me?”

“She won’t. You know she won’t. And if she does, I’ll take care of it.” Rafe shrugged.

“Your dick isn’t some magical stick, ya know.”

“Watch it.” Rafe lowered his voice, “Just stay away from her. Do your job. Got it?”

Inhaling sharply, Micah shook his head once, “You’re the boss.”

Rafe gave a closed-lip smile at that, gripping Micah’s shoulder, “That’s right.”

It was time.

Rafe woke early & dressed quickly. He looked around his functionable room, reminding himself to get one of the guys to tidy it up. After all, it would very soon become your room. But he would get to that later. What he needed to get to now was you.

As if she knew Rafe would be gunning for you, Anna was waiting outside your room, having just brought you your breakfast for the day. Rafe didn’t slow down though as he saw Anna give him a concerned look.

“Rafe.”

“What?” He snapped.

“Are you sure?” She questioned.

“Am I sure about what?” Anna’s eyes flashed to the door to your room. Rafe rolled his eyes, “You said two days, it’s been two fucking days.”

“I just don’t want you to regret it.”

Anna was funny to him. She was always the tough girl, took no shit & gave it back ten times more. But it was amusing how the end of the world quickly turned her into a pawn. Rafe knew her tough exterior was just that, an exterior. She was as easy to control as the others.

“It’s not your job to worry.” Rafe told her sardonically.

Anna crossed her arms at that, “Then why is it always me cleaning up your messes?”

Rafe licked his teeth, smiling down at her, “You got a problem, Anna?”

She sniffled, straightening her spine, the tough exterior coming out, “No. Just don’t want you to lose focus because of her.”

“Like I said.” Rafe repeated, “Don’t worry about it.”

It was clear she wanted to say more but didn’t, just stiffly nodded.

Rafe was eager to enter your room, but just as he placed his hand on the knob, he paused, turning once more to Anna, “Get your man to clean up my room. Then relax. You can take the day off.”

“He’s not my man.” Anna gritted out. Though she was a sexually open woman, she refused to admit being tied down to a man. But her & Matt had been screwing ever since the two men joined their group nearly three months.

“Just get him. And quit being stubborn.” Rafe’s smile dropped, shifting his face to one of impatience.

“Whatever.” With that, Anna stomped away.

Rafe was finally alone. Mostly. After all, you were just a door slab & a few feet away from him. Rafe’s heartbeat erratically within his chest. He had been waiting much too long for this.

Twisting the knob, the door moaned quietly as it cracked open. And Rafe stepped inside.

okay, so hey! glad to be back after a great vacay & a sickly recovery lmao. that being said, it is a shorter chapter to kind of summarize the way of life 3-4 weeks later. i also wanted to change it up & kind of tell the story from rafe's POV to give reader a break. but next chapter will be from reader's POV.

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I imagine riddlers kid would be like powder from arcane. " What are you working on?" " A bomb!"🥰 " Good job kid keep it up." 😊

Yan!dad!Riddler, seeing his bby working away at something: What are you doing, kiddo?

Y/n, completely nonchalantly: Making a puzzle bomb that can only be defused if you answer three riddles correctly. If you get one wrong then you go boom.

Yan!dad!Riddler: My precious bby is so creative!!!🥰😭💕💞

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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cake monster

Character/s: shapeshifter!Haruchiyo Sanzu

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, mentions of attempted murder, hints of infidelity, haruchiyo is ooc + he isn't human, forced breeding/baby trapping, dubcon, fingering, unprotected sex, belly bulging, monsterfucking, haruchiyo threatens reader, mentions of arranged marriage, and pet names used. Minors do not interact.

Note: this fic is for you bby salem @ranilingus 😚💕 my birthday gift

Synopsis: Your husband coming back from the dead was nothing compared to the amount of faces he has worn behind your back.

WC: 2.9k

Discreetly cunning—Sanzu Haruchiyo was not someone you could keep a secret from and even if you tried, he always had a way of knowing. He was a man of few words once he had too many thoughts in his mind. Sometimes, he was brooding. Tucked away in his own world when he had too much to drink, too much to think about. Deep down, you knew you were often far from those thoughts that circled around the organization he was in, Sano Manjiro, and the crimes he had to commit. In the years you’ve known him, he was meticulous in every way. From the way he cleaned the four corners of your shared bedroom to how he wanted his clothes to be folded neatly in the wardrobe, Haruchiyo leaves no stone unturned or a wrinkle in sight. Such a trait was a benefit for his occupation. Leave a trace and one was bound to get caught. He never did get caught no matter how much blood he has already shed behind the scenes. You didn't want to find out either, content on having him come home and pretend he wasn’t the grim reaper walking on earth in human flesh. Whatever Bonten does, you do not care. Whatever Haruchiyo does in that organization, you did not want to know. It was better that way, after all.

The marriage you both entered wasn't something the two of you needed nor asked for in the first place. In the end, no matter how much you wanted to try to keep him by your side and share his burdens, you only shared his last name because of a deal his boss had to close.

And yet, there were times in the dead of night, you wished you did. You wished you did try to get along with him or at least try to understand your husband. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be the sole sore thumb sticking out at your own birthday party. Confused as to why the pink-haired man you’ve called husband even planned to throw a huge party when he always made it his policy that no such celebrations should be held in the privacy of your home because it was far too risky for his would-be-enemies to familiarize. It was always at some fancy restaurant, hotel, or even throwing a party in another country. He never celebrates his birthday at home, and neither did you.

But here you are, dressed in a powdered-blue dress, about to cut the cake for the guests that came at Haruchiyo’s request. Your friends and family, including his co-workers. The smile he wore during the whole event was downright beaming, too good to be true. You figured it was either to keep up appearances—but that wasn’t what Haruchiyo would do. He never was one who liked to fake a smile. If he was angry or annoyed, he’d let you know. Smiling and greeting guests he either shook hands once or never took the time to know almost seemed like watching a doctor remove a shard of glass out of your guts. In short, it was fascinating yet terrifying to watch. Especially after you knew what occurred the past week.

“Do you want another glass of wine, hun?” Haruchiyo grinned, holding up a glass that was filled with the burgundy liquid that you were quite sure has been tainting your system since his return. There was no way you could be hallucinating Haruchiyo into existence these days since he came back from that fatal car accident.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

Your beloved husband was dead. This man standing before you with the sickly sweet smile that stretched those unmistakable diamond scars was not the Sanzu Haruchiyo you married three years ago on a fine June day. Heck, you don’t even know what possessed you to trust this man into your home no matter how much he looks, acts, sounds, or talks like him. There is just no way he could be the same man. Because how on earth could the deceased be brought back to life when said late husband was definitely killed in a car accident you caused?

“Hun, you look… tense. You okay?”

It took everything in you not to flinch from his touch, scared that your act will crumble under the watchful eyes of his colleagues. Could a person tell you were the one who cut the brakes of your husband's car? It wouldn't make sense to those who would find out. Haruchiyo was a meticulous man and never failed to make sure his car was running well. Whether they’d find out, you weren't sure and frankly, you started praying to any deity listening to a sinner they wouldn't. Bonten never found out about your husband's accident. Not a single soul questioned his absence for almost four days since you saw him bleed to death in his destroyed car down the cliff. If they did, you wouldn't be here right now. The universe was definitely mocking you at this moment, laughing at your bewildered expression when he showed up just in time to plan this party you were quite sure you would be spending alone as a widow.

It was if he did not die…

“I’m alright,” you mumbled curtly before leaving his side. Anyone who is wise enough to look twice could probably tell you were not in the mood. You wished you could scream and tell everyone present that Sanzu Haruchiyo was dead. That the man in front of them was an imposter. And that you knew why because you killed him—you made sure of it. “Just a bit tired, that's all.”

So why is he here, alive and well?

His fingers shouldn't be this warm, pressing against your back and the others slipping your panties down. A slice of the birthday cake you bought lay untouched on the coffee table. Remnants of tonight's party came in the form of crumpled and discarded wrappers by the foot of the couch. Your gifts sat beside the dessert he brought with him to question you whether you wanted some or not. When you failed to reply, Haruchiyo was quick to set it down and press on with his inquiry. Needless to say, your stubbornness got you into this mess.

Haruchiyo, in the three years of marriage, rarely touched you. You could count those times with just your hands and even then, he was rarely talkative. Preferring to take and take, never give. Right now, to be under his searing touches and the way his teeth were biting on your left earlobe, was close to a dizzying experience. The wine in your system failed to mask your flustered state as you stammered out for him to stop—that it was getting late and you have work in the morning. But Haruchiyo or whoever this person was, knew you were scared. Afraid to be left alone and vulnerable under his hold. His suspicions were confirmed when you voiced out clearer this time for him to halt his actions and demand why he was alive.

“So, ‘ya kinda knew, huh?” Haruchiyo sighed, pulling away slightly to stare at the ceiling. “And to think I thought everything was going so well… You just had to spoil the surprise, hm?”

“Of course, I knew! Haru… you're my husband,” you whispered the last part, unsure how to proceed. For him to admit that Sanzu Haruchiyo—that he isn't human right at the bat was disconcerting. “W-who are you? What are you?”

“I’m your husband, silly!” the pink-haired creature chuckled, delighted at the way you trembled. “Who else could I be other than Sanzu Haruchiyo? Would you like me to be someone else?” Leaning further against you, his voice morphed into one you recognized that belonged to the older Haitani brother as he whispered teasingly into your ear causing a shiver to rush down your spine at how uncanny it was. The tips of his rosy tinted hair shortened and turned into lilac. Just for a moment, you were in the company of his attractive colleague. But you knew better than to delude yourself, never turning to confirm whether Haruchiyo’s face turned into Ran Haitani. No, you will probably sober up and run once you do because your husband… was not human. “Maybe you’d like me to look like that purple-haired bastard, huh? Ran was eyeing you the entire time… Is he the reason why you killed me? Do you wanna get fucked by him? Is it because you like that man—”

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid!” you screamed then quivered, slightly taken aback by your own behavior. Haruchiyo barely flinched, his hand still holding you by your hip while the other was gripped tightly around your forearm to keep you from moving away. It all made sense now. Your husband was never human from the start and this served as a bonus to him. No wonder he never gets caught. It’s because it wasn't his face being exposed to those cameras while he did a crime. “In all these years, I’ve never looked at any other man. Haruchiyo… you were the only person I’ve been with even if you never shared the same sentiment. It was only I who fucking cared about this marriage! Do not bring another man into our problems. I… What are you doing? Stop that.”

Glancing at him, you gritted your teeth and glared at Haruchiyo’s actions of stripping your dress off. This time, he has reverted back to his original appearance that of his co-worker. Amused at how easily you cast aside the thought of fucking with a man who shared the same face as Ran for a second. When he paid no attention to your command, you repeated it once more only for your husband to pinch your clit, which elicited a sharp gasp from your lips. Anger bubbled up your throat, ready to yell at him once more until he murmured into your ear.

“Just keep talkin’.”

“W-what—”

“Keep talkin’ or I’m telling everyone how you killed me that night. You don't wanna have Bonten chasing after ‘ya, right? So do me a favor and keep talking—preferably why you decided to kill me,” Haruchiyo stated, tone cold as ice that did not match the way he was pleasuring you. His hands had a mind of their own and they were either parting your pussy folds or rolling your clit. By now, you were a hot mess, trying to muffle the moans that escaped your traitorous mouth. Upon hearing it, those blue irises staring at your expression through the glass window’s reflection narrowed. “I’ve been good to you, ‘ya know? Never hurt you. Never deliberately made you cry. Protected you from those who wanted to harm me—us. Provided you with everything you ever wanted as what your father asked… And this is how you repay your husband? Cutting the breaks and having his car fall off a cliff? Are you sick? Tell me, honey. Why did you try to murder me?”

“W-what good would it be—ah! What good would it be if I told you? You’re not dead,” you hissed, shaking under his tight grip as his fingers penetrated your wet pussy. Ears ignored the way he laughed at the slick coating on his fingers. There was no doubt you were getting aroused. He didn't care whether it was because of him or due to the pent-up frustrations that were caused by the man fingering you. Either way, Haruchiyo was pleased by the lewd reactions that you tried to keep at bay. “A-and no one is gonna believe you. Ah… Who would if I told them my husband died and came back to life again? Your friends won’t. No one will.”

“Doesn’t matter. Whatever I say, goes in the end. Has your pretty dumb mind forgotten I’m the second in command?” He couldn't help but laugh at the way you stiffened. Of course, no one is going to take your word for the truth. Not as long as Haruchiyo is alive and you don't have proof. The elaborate plan you had has gone up in smoke. There is no way anyone will believe you. “Plus, Mikey knows. Do you think I’ll keep such a secret from him? Who do you think he’s gonna believe more, huh? My dumb murderer of a wife? Or his long-time ally?”

“Shut up,” you muttered in a defeated tone, brows pinched. Your vision is obstructed by tears that have yet to fall. “You’ll never understand what I’ve been through all these years… and it’s all your fault—ah, shit! D-don’t—” The rest of your words died down at the tip of your tongue when Haruchiyo continued fingering you, although this time, he was grinding his erection against your ass. His hot breath fanned your ear while he took pleasure at your squirming figure.

“My fault? Honey, what the fuck do you mean, hm?” The sound of his belt buckling and falling to the floor had the blood on your face rush. “Maybe it is. But you can’t just blame it all on me. Tell ‘ya what, lemme remedy that right now. Would that make you happy? Would it be a great birthday gift?”

“W-what do you think—stop, let me go! If you want to divorce me, just do it. Don’t try to take pity on me!” You choked on your next sentence when the tip of his cock went past your ass cheeks and into the entrance of your wet cunt. “W-wait, what are you—”

A short cry escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion, his thick girth spreading your pussy folds apart so the stretch was a bit stinging, yet somehow pleasant. However, you weren't going to tell him that. No, this shouldn't even be happening. You hated your husband for leaving you all alone and never cared to give you his time unless he was asked to. For him to easily make you submit like this…

“Haru, stop—”

“Do you really want me to?” he murmured, the corners of his lips curled up at the moan you made the moment his cock was all the way inside and grazing your cervix. The filthy squelching sounds filtered through the air that it was close to echoing back to you in the four corners of the living room. His hips met your ass at a rapid pace that you choked on your own saliva, digging your fingers into the armrest of the couch. The tears you failed to shed are now rolling down your cheeks in euphoria and a hint of shock at how things have turned out. This wasn’t the way the evening should have played out. It was either you leave and make him promise to sign the divorce papers—or to shoo him out of your life forever. Whatever he was, Sanzu Haruchiyo should not prolong his stay in your life. So why was he fucking you like a crazed animal right now? And what did he mean he’ll remedy your loneliness? “You’re a bitch in heat. Surely you don't want me to stop now, eh? And no, we’re not getting divorced. You’re stuck with me forever. Gonna fucking make sure of that.”

“What are you planning—fuck, right there…” Back arching, you leaned your head onto his shoulder, hoping to steady yourself and not fall forward. “If you think you could—”

“Now, now. Easy, hun,” he whispered, wincing at the tight squeeze your pussy did. It was laughable how you keep telling me to stop, but continue to clench around him as if to milk him dry. “Do you wanna spoil my gift? Be a good girl and just take it. Don’t worry, I’m a hundred and ten percent sure you’re gonna love a baby.” With a smirk on his lips, your husband pulled back until only the tip was touching the damp slit. A gasp was torn out of your mouth at the harsh thrust he did next, his cock bigger and longer that you could feel him in your throat. Speechless at the surprising size, it took a minute and a few more thrusts before you realized your husband's cock had indeed changed. Heavy balls full of fertile cum slapping against your ass that the obscene noise was egging you on to reach for that high, long forgotten was your dislike and the woes you had. A bulge was visible every time he thrust so hard and fast that you were scared it’ll puncture a hole in your tummy. The bastard was intent on having you drunk on his cock—effortlessly pulling out ahs and ohs from your slacked mouth. That was his plan—to knock you up so you’ll stay with him. You knew too much and there was no way Sanzu Haruchiyo is gonna fuck this marriage up because for sure Mikey would question how a simple task such as being your husband wasn't met. “Gonna cum, hun? So soon?”

“F-fuck you! Haru… more, more. Holy shit, make me cum, Haru! Please!” Another gasp followed by a string of curses slipped past your tongue, clamping down on the monstrous dick stretching you out deliciously. All Haruchiyo could do was reach his high and spill out thick semen into your womb, grunting at your tight pussy milking his balls empty. He would not have it any other way. You whined at how you felt full, your hand reaching down to cradle your stomach. Your free hand is clutching onto the couch, legs wobbly. “Ugh… n-no more.”

He pulled out his shrinking cock, a thick white line connecting the tip to your creamed cunt. But instead of walking away or cleaning himself, Haruchiyo began to stroke his length once again, hoping to fuck you for another round. He grinned at your delirious state, your body still quivering at the aftermath of your climax as his cum started to drip down your thighs and onto the dirty floor.

“There. Now, you’ll never be lonely again, wife. Gonna make sure I’ll breed this pussy every day so you better start learning how to take care of children, yeah?”

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February 6th - Making Homemade Chocolates, Again

Authors Note: I didn’t get a request for this day, so I decided on my sweey bby Azul :)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto

Warnings: None

You were a genius, you thought to yourself as you got the ingredients for your chocolate out. “He should be here any-“ You were interrupted by a frantic knock on the door. “Now,” you told yourself as you ran to the door and opened it, seeing your out-of-breath boyfriend. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” You told him cheerfully as you grabbed his hand and invited him inside.

“Happy Valentine’s day,” Azul replied and kissed you on your forehead, “what was the emergency? you said it was really big,” Azul asked you with worry, it was only then you realized he had a first aid kit and bag of supplies. It made you feel a little bad, you needed to make sure he would come.

You took a deep breath, about to break the news of your ‘emergency’ that wasn’t an emergency at all. “I wanted to make chocolate with you. Because I love you so much,” you told your boyfriend almost hesitantly. You could see him going through the five stages of denial there. How dare you trick him like that? He was worried.

“So, you’re ok?” He asked nervously as you nodded in reply. Azul let out a sigh of relief and hugged you, “don’t scare me like that, Angelfish. I was scared something happened to you.”

You patted Azuls cheek, “I’m sorry, babes, I just wanted to make sure you’d come here. Although I do guess my plan could’ve been executed better, huh?” You chuckled. You pointed over to the kitchen, “I wanted to spend some time with you and make chocolate because Trey just gave me this new recipe and everything,” you continued, explaining everything to Azul as he nodded while listening.

When you were finished Azul smiled and kissed your cheek, “You could have just told me, Angelfish. I’d still be over in a heartbeat. Now let’s go,” he told you as he grabbed your hand and guided you over to the kitchen where the ingredients were laid out.

You followed Azul as he led you to the kitchen, and grabbed the recipe, “so, I have some things sorted out already, but I need to measure most of the ingredients,” you told Azul as he looked at you while talking, a smile on his face.

“Okay, what are the measurements?” Azul asked as he looked at the recipe before nodding, memorizing the values, and beginning to help you. The two of you fell into a pattern where you were getting everything done, quickly. “Now that the coconut oil has melted we pour-?”

Before he could finish his question you answered it, “pour in the sugar and mix them, yup,” you answered as Azul nodded. Slowly pour in the sugar and mix the two. While Azul mixed the other ingredients, you got the cocoa and milk powders and mixed them. “Now we pour these in and fold them into the batter,” you explained as you poured the powders in with the mixture on the stove. Azul snuck in a small kiss to your forehead as you poured in the ingredients, “hey!” you shouted and laughed.

“Hey, what? I was only kissing my beautiful wonderful partner,” Azul said casually and kissed you again, this time on the lips.

You kissed Azul back quickly before grabbing the pot, after putting mitts on of course, and took it off the stove. “Heart-shaped molds?” Azul teased.

“It’s Valentine’s Day! If you have a problem with it, take it up with my manager. Oh wait, I am the manager. Get over it,” you teased Azul back as you poured the chocolate into the molds, “if you don’t like it you don’t have to help.”

Azul gasped as if you said you were taking away something he loved, “absolutely not, let me pour some,” he snapped back as he grabbed the bowl and poured some more chocolate into the molds.

When you two finished pouring the chocolate, you tapped the molds so air bubbles could be released and then placed the chocolate in the fridge to harden. “Now to wait.”

A smirk appeared on Azuls face when you said to wait, “I can think of something we can do,” he told you, his smirk only growing, as you looked back intrigued.

“You’re a jerk.” You told Azul as you scrubbed the dirty dishes. Your boyfriend was on the other side of the sink, drying the dishes. He tricked you into cleaning. Sometimes you hate how mature and tidy he is, sometimes.

“You love me,” Azul teased as he blew you a kiss.

A few more minutes of dish cleaning went by and your timer went off, signaling the chocolate was ready to be eaten. “I’ll grab the chocolate,” you said, already walking to the fridge.

As soon as you took the chocolate molds out, Azul grabbed one and popped it into his mouth. “Mmm, this is so good,” he said. “I need to add this as a dessert in the mostro lounge. What’s the recipe?”

“Really, Azul? Just enjoy the chocolate. Think business later.” You told your boyfriend, who was now stuffing his face with chocolate.

“Ok, I love you,” Azul told you as he finished eating some of the chocolate you two made. He walked over and gave you a big hug and kiss, “Happy Valentines Day, Angelfish.”

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sugartitzblah · 10 months

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MAYYYYY I MAKE A REQUEST 🤭 …

i’m thinking, im not sure if this is your thing or not but i sooo wanna be bffs with henrietta 😭 could you maybe do something where henrietta befriends a baby bat/goth and they have like a sleepover and listen to goth music and she does goth makeup on the reader and they shit talk their parents and they’re having fun and henrietta adds reader to the goths group chat and send a pic of them and the others are like “woahhh that’s hardcore goth” “congrats on no longer being a conformist”

I LOVED THE STAN AND MEAN GIRL READER SO MUCH I NEED A GOTH NIGHT WITH THE QUEEN OF GOTHS 🖤🖤🖤

THANK YOU REGARDLESS OF IF YOU CHOOSE TO DO THIS OR NOT, XOXO 🖤🖤

OMG HI BBY!! first of all, it’s so good knowing that you liked my newest work, it means the world to me!

i had so much fun writing this, your request was so cute hello!? i don’t know much about goth culture so if you seem to notice something off or disrespectful please let me know to correct myself! i really hope you like this bby, enjoy 🫶

henriatta biggle x fem!reader.

warnings: none, pure fluff!

it was so hard to focus on the way henrietta was talking so passionately about the many subcultures when she was sitting down on your lap, pressing the large powder brush under your eyes to set the almost done makeup she was working on you. she kept talking and talking, your eyes wondering from her eyes to her soft lips, her words becoming nonsense to you, only focusing on the way her black matte painted lips moved. “y/n, are you even listening to me right now?” she asked in her usual monotonous tone. you hummed softly, looking up to her eyes for a brief moment. “sorry, i got distracted,” you nervously laughed while adjusting your position on bed “what were you saying?” the girl with darker hair just rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a smile.

“i was briefly explaining the differences between goths and emos. this belt you’re wearing is neither goth or emo, it’s more scene,” she spoke softly while opening her black matte lipstick, leaning closer to your face, the tip of the applicator brushing slightly against your lips. “even though i don’t really like scene fashion, i have to admit that you look good with this belt.” your eyes went wide open because of her sweet words, feeling flustered. “is that so? i didn’t even thought about it when i bought it, i just think it was cute. i still have a lot to learn about… right?” henrietta just nod after your comment, her index finger rubbing slightly your jaw to keep your head in place. “don’t move your mouth to much, i’m going to mess up.” she ordered.

with her thumb finger she brushes slightly the corner of your lips to wipe off the excess. “all done, you look great.” she took the small mirror that rested on her nightstand right next to her bed so you could take a look at her makeup. once you looked at yourself on the reflection of the mirror you gasped in shock and excitement. it was the traditional 90’s goth makeup look and it looked great on you, henrietta was a really good makeup artist. “this looks amazing! you’re so good at this, teach me your ways.” the goth girl just shrugged her shoulders, obviously embarrassed because of your praise that she secretly adored. “it’s whatever, let me take a picture of you to send it to the group chat.”

you slightly nod your head, henrietta bucking slightly her hips to pull away from your lap while you adjusted your position in bed, brushing some strains of your hair behind your ears so that the makeup could be even more visible to the camera. “don’t touch your hair to much, you’re going to mess the hairstyle.” you pushed your fingertips away from your hair once your best friend took her phone to take some flash pictures of you, giggling at the way you posed so silly every time the flash of the camera lighted your pretty features. “you look so good.” a faint shade of crimson decorated your cheeks because of your friend's vague compliment. “i’m sending this pictures to the group chat, they will love your new look.” you peeked trough your friends shoulder, the dim light of her cellphone adorning both of your features as you watched how she sent the images to the group.

the goths (and y/n).

[8 images attached]

pete: yoooo, that’s y/n?

michael: finally, you don’t look like a fucking conformist anymore. your makeup looks amazing.

y/n: thanks! henrietta did it for me. ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

micheal: quit those silly faces.

y/n: mean. 🙄

henrietta: leave her alone, she can use those silly faces anytime she wants.

pete: you should let henrietta do your makeup more often, it’s really good.

y/n: of course, she need to teach me how to do my makeup like hers!!

you looked up from your cellphone screen, humming softly the lyrics of the song that played from henrietta’s vinyl. “what was the name of that song?” you asked with a hint of curiosity on your voice as your friend looks up at you for a brief second. “christian woman by type o negative.” she answered your question as you nod softly, standing up from her bed and moving your body lazily to the rhythm of the song, henrietta looking from afar at your body moving from side to side. you looked cute, she thought. “i would usually prefer to talk shit about your parents but i can’t. how would i ever hate the conformists who gave birth to a wonderful girl like you?” you slowed down your movements until you finally stopped moving, staring at your friend in awe because of her sweet comment. “you always caught me off guard with your sweet words, damn.” you said in between giggles.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too.”

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pinkglacierz · 7 months

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sun-roach · 9 months

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Guys! Look at my precious handsome bby Fork!!!!😭🧡🧡🧡

I want to play with his locks so bad and squish his cheeks and hfjkdkdkdnndndnsn🥺😭🧡🧡🧡

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nochi-quinn · 3 months

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candela obscura chapter 3 episode 3: slay the empress

candles in the wind, got it

oh no aabria looks SO GOOD

the gold on the fingers???

hey what the fuck

"a chair outside of elsie's room" weh

not the vermin guard posted outside the room

wait hang on what are nokari's pronouns? am I delusional?

a brain right off the bat??

A TOKEN RIGHT OFF THE BAT??

"you…kept it?" you two are going to kill me but also is this the TIME

"oscar is an interesting fellow" ducks the shippers

AABRIA

"that's all of them, friend"

everyone here has two hands

cosmo

hey liam fuck you

LIGHTS?

HEARTBEAT??

SLOWING HEARTBEAT??

madame glask's mic is currently fucked

mama glask

"but I go here"

roll to convince child not to alcohol

I had to step away, did oscar just say he likes kids bc they're easy to lie to

samuel

"you're killing aabria. look at her."

cheese it it's the fuzz

party of Many

LIGHTS

are they fucking MOLOTOVING THE CASINO

"of COURSE"

GINA

samuel

people's elbow

aabria said no pigeons at this table

stress level: sam's going "oh boye"

"powers?? of….persuasion???"

"HEY STOP THAT"

"pop a titty out" aabria

"well then fuck"

"I WANT TO KICK ASS" noshir bby

roll to persuade the gm

HEY AABRIA???

"you guys can be here now" "…no thanks"

fuck bran the soldier all my homies hate bran the soldier

guns is cheating

YEAH

"can I have my dice back?"

okay flash powder pearl earring is pretty good

girl with the flash powder earring

"I feel like I would beast out immediately" "oh, GOOD"

I feel like two sixes should cancel out a one

aabria MEAN

"she'll probably choose nice things" press x

"fucking COCK"

"do you drive?" "who do I look like?"

"I have no depth perception!"

oh ashly's panic noises :(

RAJ. CONTROL THYSELF.

"DON'T KINKSHAME."

"this is the monsterfucker season!"

no we need travis reverse psychologizing the dice

oh no

oh NO

"BURCH"

"he's a billion years old"

"I think of my mother" fuck you liam o'brien

these monster noises are like bricks scraping together but bass-boosted and I'm into it

"I like that pitch"

aabria. aabria no.

"she's so mean"

"what are you doing over there?" HER BEST

these two are going to k i l l me

and possibly each other

probably definitely cosmo

"I could never strike my queen" lays in the floor

"and he's made of talcum powder"

"you need to roll like him"

hey liam

hey liam what the fuck does that mean

just a bunch of passed-out fuckers outside the burning casino

"I just want to let you know you're so pretty right now"

aabria: take a bleed and you can kill this gu sam: done

"we take it back, mina, you can drink"

oh buddy

buff mina!!

imposter god??

fuck yeah multisentry

she's in her morphing clothes

liam do not manipulate this so you die

I'm still not sure he didn't knock the tower over on purpose in sagas of sundry

I'm typing so I don't have to listen to his describe how horrifically he's fucked up

NOW I'M TYPING SO I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO NOSHIR

sam is me

"I'm gonna take off HIS coat and wrap his arm"

liam your noises are unneccesary and unappreciated

samuel

"he's very hittable"

"what a sight" rajan

underground??

"it's called rollies"

"you have to beat a 3" "well I got a 1"

MINA D:

I absolutely called he was going to block mina with his body

sam's just like that

"an os-scar"

"edit that out please" "they absolutely will not"

that's so many drive

spend 3 drive to Slap

gina

aabria's going to murder you

"every time I have a problem, I just throw a molotov. then boom, I have a different problem."

wait I need raj's arm to fall the rest of the way off so I can have HFW feels

sam

"everyone take three points of bleed"

slow-release molotov

sounds!

"they're like birthday candles"

OOH

I appreciate the committment to the bit

TIME BUGS

"'you' feels like a 'we' in your mouth"

oh jesus this is supposed to run another 2 and a half hours

"I wouldn't worry about that" too late am worried

noshir

you're going to give sam an anuerysm

candela obscura has magic pockets

hey sam

hey sam drop your location I just wanna talk

SAM

"there is a wish" sam's not allowed to say those words in my presence

"if you say it it won't come true"

"it never makes a splash" hey aabria what the fuck

THIS is why it's another two hours

"did you say 'friend'?!" "…NO."

baka rajan-kun

"I heard you~"

"don't hurt yourself"

…is aabria done up as Iomene

at this point I wouldn't be surprised if cosmo just pulled out his own literal jawbone

"how adorably pedestrian" rajan

I'm starting to get slay the princess vibes. I have no basis for this, it's literally just Vibes

"like a giant……maw."

"I'm gonna tiptoe into chernobyl"

these two are gonna KILL ME

bruce banner negotiating with the hulk vibes

ykw this polycule is canon and I'll fight you about it

not the breathing

"I would punch her out of the way"

w e l p

these five are going to all kill each other and also me

"there might be time later"

"WHICH ONE WAS IT"

"I'm sure that's fine"

if there's one thing liam o'brien's gonna do it's make me cry about his character's mom

is The Old Way blood

hey cosmo whatcha doin

aaaahhhhh noises

EARTHQUAKE LIGHTS

oh that's a cool idea for a scar

I've loved everybody's scars in general, they're all really creative

yeah yeah tears of the kingdom we've all played it

oh it's one of THOSE

I like the split screen but one of my favorite things is watching the other players react to the wild shit people do solo and I so desperately want to see ashly's face right now

aabria you can't just cut ALL the lights like that I have anxiety

and so does sam

hello 911 aabria and sam are killing me with acting again

the slay the princess vibes continue

lays in the floor about elsie roberts

"you contain multitudes" some of them have big big teeth

"I have notes"

"not as old as you" "rude"

he said the thing

oh sam's been crying, liam got sam

no fuck you I did the "five go in one comes out" with madness I'm not doing this again

erika ishii already ripped my heart out you can't have it aabria

lays in the floor about elsie roberts harder

sam

oh gina

liam just has that voice now

#candela obscura #critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post #candelatag #formatting this was such a pain in the ass #tumblr why are you like this about bulleted lists

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Sweet Like Sugar

Jack Daniels x f!reader

W/C: 1K+

A/N: This is my first go at writing for Whiskey so you can blame the bit of Kingsman I caught before bed last night, partial insomnia, and my period hormones for this one. Enjoy what you can bbys 🤍

——-

Jack pulled onto the dirt path just before the snow started falling. It was a mere light dusting of the powder that was set to hit the town that final week of his latest mission but despite his reassurances, he knew you’d worry yourself sick if he hadn’t made it back before it hit.

Cutting the engine to the bronco, he couldn’t help but race up the steps of your modest ranch house. A soft glow from the kitchen peeking through the window was a welcome beacon calling him home. To you. To the both of you.

——-

Everything in the house was quiet. The scent of your famous sugar cookies filled the air as he passed through the living room. I hope she left the bowl and spoon for me to taste, he hummed to himself.

“Sugar! I’m home!”

No answer.

Hmmm, the rocking chair perhaps? He made his way to his new favorite room in the house. The nursery. Jack had an old friend whip up the one thing you begged him for when setting up the room.

“I need somewhere to sit when I tell him all the bedtime stories!” “Whatever your little heart desires, you got it sweetheart!”

He slowly opened the door to the newly furnished space. Memories began flooding in of the day you two painted it and how messy everything got. He’d never heard you laugh so hard at the sky blue blotches that littered his face, or when he stepped on a roller which led to paint all over his boots paired with endless Papa Smurf jokes. He’d let you paint every pair if he got that reaction and smile every time.

“Not here either. Where is this crazy woman?”

His last stop was your bedroom, and the sight he came upon stopped him in his tracks. You were curled up on the bed, the latest baby book you’d gotten into was lazily clutched in your hands and your reading glasses hung from the tip of your nose. He shuffled closer to take you in, a muffled wow leaving his lips. I am one lucky bastard. He gently removed your book and glasses, the dip of his weight on the bed stirred you slightly as you slowly opened your eyes to his loving smile.

“Hey cowboy, you made it home.”

“I told you I would. How are you feeling mama?”

“A little cold. I wanted to start the fireplace up but knew you’d give me an earful if I did. That’s why I made cookies. Oven warmed the house just enough. Even left you the bowl to lick. Other than that, just tired. Your son decided to settle down for a bit though, which meant nap time for me too.”

Jack chuckled, “You’re damn right you would’ve gotten a full lecture little lady! Don’t need to be lifting much or inhaling those fumes.” This made you playfully roll your eyes, knowing he was just wanting to do right by you and the baby. “Y’all got room for one more under there? Let your husband warm you right up!”

You unwrap yourself from the comforter to make room for him and Jack couldn’t help but stop and stare.

“What?” feeling a little more self conscious these days with your growing form.

“I hope you know just how damn beautiful you are. Pregnancy looks good on you. Real good!” He states that last part with a waggle of his eyebrow.

“You cowboys and your sweet talk. Just get into bed and come warm your wife up!”

“Yes ma’am!”

Jack kicks his boots off and places his Stetson on the nightstand as he crawls into your warm embrace. Instant peace settles in, as he brings you to his chest and into the softest kiss imaginable. He caresses the swell of your stomach and can’t help the grin across his face as he feels the flutters from under your thin sweater.

“Hey buddy, I’m home. Sorry to wake you.”

——-

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you just let him talk. Content with the warmth and being nestled safely into his side. He discussed what he could about the trip, relaying the love sent from the others at Statesman. You gave an extensive list of your “nesting concerns” of any and everything in the house, Jack already making a mental honey-do list, back to the topic of possible names for the baby. You could feel the excitement and love coming off him in waves. Felt it in the stolen kisses against your lips, on the pulse point of your neck, through his fingertips as he circled the skin of your hip, trying to bring you even closer. Perhaps this is how you got to stay a little longer this time.

——-

Jack didn’t realize he fell asleep until he felt your palm against his cheek. The heaviness of his eyelids prevented him from truly taking in your expression.

“I’m sorry Sugar, I must’ve dozed off.”

You didn’t say anything, just stared at him with the saddest smile.

“Sugar, is everything alright?”

“I reckon I must be going Jack. You’ve gotta get up soon.”

“What do you mean? Where are you going?”

“Your alarm goes off in a few minutes.”

“I don’t understand…”

“You never do...”

Taking his hand, you kissed his palm then brought it to your face, letting it trace its way down to your bump as you continued your goodbye.

“Thank you for loving me. And continuing to love me. Us.” Giving him one last kiss that he all but melts into it.

“You can wake up now.”

——-

The old fashioned alarm clock blares at him and Jack’s eyes snap open, un shed tears on the brim of letting go. His breathing is quickened as he feels the empty space next to him. It was 8am and with a quick glance out the bedroom window he sees the snow beginning to fall. Turning back to the mantle he’s met with your smiling face, a picture from your wedding framed right next to your last ultrasound photo.

He sighs to himself. Just another dream, Jack.

It was better than nothing he supposed.

“Thank you for the visit sugar. Let me get started on that fire for you.”

#jack daniels x f!reader #agent whiskey #kingsman the golden circle #drabble?#mel writes!#pedro pascal

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