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abby-sturniolo44 · 3 months

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—- Chocolate -— M.S -—

Summary: Matt and y/n try something different. ⚠️Warnings: Language, slightly sub!Matt, dom!reader, oral sex, blindfold kink.

A/N: NO mommy and daddy kink (not my thing sorry !!)

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Me and Matt decided to have a lazy day today, his brothers were out so we decided to stay in and have some alone time.

Right now I’m cooking eggs and bacon for breakfast and Matt is melting chocolate on the microwave so we can dip strawberries in it later.

“I think is completely melted”, Matt say’s smiling while he stirs the chocolate with a little spoon and licks his index finger.

“Awesome, let’s go back to your room and have breakfast in bed”, I say putting the cooked eggs on two pieces of toasted bread.

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“I can’t believe we ate all of that”, Matt says rubbing his tummy like a little kid

“There’s still chocolate left”, I say holding the cup with chocolate and licking the spoon clean.

“Do you want some?”

“I think I’m good, thanks”

“Well we can’t wasted” I say playfully putting the spoon near Matt’s face doing airplane sounds obviously joking, he just laughs, but the laughter stops when I let the chocolate fall on the side of his mouth and chin.

“Babe”, he says with a stern tone but an amuse face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll cleaned it up”, I say laughing

I know he expects me to clean the chocolate off with a napkin but I have other plans.

I kneeled on the bed next to him and a lower myself so we could be face to face, I turned his head a little to the side and a slowly licked the chocolate off his chin and then moved upwards to the side of his mouth, finishing up with a lingering peck on the corner of his mouth. I pulled away and I see my boyfriend with eyes closed and lips parted, his breath agitated and I swear I could stare at him for eternity.

He opens his eyes and instantly locks them with mine, I give him a little smile and I got off the bed.

I go to one of his drawers and I feel him staring at me from the back.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for somee- hmm found itt!!”, I say turning around and slowly hiding the item from him behind my back.

“What do you have there?” “You have a mischievous look on that pretty face of yours”, Matt says curiously.

I smiled biting my lip while a reveal the blindfold to him.

“Oh, you wanna use those?”, he says suddenly a thousand times more interested in the conversation.

“Yes, but I don’t want them for me”, I say with a shy tone,

I’m not usually the one who’s in charge when we have sex, of course I can be a little more demeaning at times and switch roles, get on top and all but when it comes to someone being tied up or blindfolded It’s always me. We are pretty new at this though, we only started to experiment on this area a few months ago when Matt brought it up, but today I don’t know I guess I feel a little more bold and down to try something new.

“Okay, where do you want me?”

“Wait, seriously?”, I say a little shocked but excited.

“Yes, of course. Whatever you want”, he says smiling at me.

“Hmm okay, sit on the edge of the bed and take your shirt off”, I say not sure of what the fuck I’m doing.

He obeyed and do I say told, I stand between his legs and I kissed him before I put the blindfold on his eyes.

I stare at him for a second and proceed to trail wet kisses on his collarbones and all over his neck until I found his sweet spot just below his ear, his head goes backwards so I could have a better access and I feel both of his hands on each side of my hips caressing them, his breath is getting heavy and I nibble his ear causing a low growl to leave his lips.

I pulled away to grab the cup with chocolate and the last strawberry, I dipped the fruit on the candy and I feed it to Matt, he takes it all in one bite and then licks my finger clean.

I grab a big amount of chocolate with the spoon and I let it dropped on Matt’s neck and collarbone all the way down to his left shoulder, I do the same on the other side and I licked it off sensually, there’s soft moans leaving his lips bout the time I’m done.

Now that he seems clean enough again, I pushed him on the bed and I straddle him. I passed my finger up and down his abdomen, stoping on his waist band and then I pour more chocolate, this time on his chest, nipples, and a long line on his happy trail.

I put my hair up on a pony tail and I begin to clean him up with my tongue, I tortured him by going extremely slow and I leave sweet kisses and love marks all over him, I take extra time on his nipples and I bite them carefully , I continue to lick his happy trail going up and down a couple of times in a straight line getting rid of all the chocolate.

“Y/n, please”, Matt sighs, I could feel his hard on between my legs and I can’t help but to rock my hips a little, I let out a low moan under my breath but I remind myself that I want this to last a little longer so I stop.

I take his pajama pants and underwear off, his hard dick immediately slapping his stomach and I can’t help but to bite my lower lip.

I grab his tip without warning and I feel him squirm, I keep teasing him making circles on his red tip with my fingers, spreading his precum all over it, I spit on my right hand and I stroke him a few times, then I lower my face and I lick him from top to bottom just so I could start to sucked him off properly.

Matt breathes are irregular and I keep going, a mixed of saliva and precum falling down my mouth.

“Omg, I’m not gonna last long” , Matt says, his hands going to my hair to help me bop my head up and down in a rapid rhythm.

“Cum for me”, I somehow manage to say.

Matt’s body tenses up and I feel his dick twitch as a warm liquid filled my mouth, I swallow and then I wiped my mouth with my hand, I kiss his lips and he takes the blindfold of.

“God, I love you”, he says admiring my face.

“I love you too, you goof”, I say smiling and wiping a piece of hair of his face.

“I guess is my turn now, right??” , he says half joking and half serious.

“There’s no Chocolate left but there’s ice on the kitchen”, he says raising his eyebrows.

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Part 2???

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #matt x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #imagine #matthew sturniolo

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alastor-simp · 3 months

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Be My Valentine - Alastor x Female Reader

♥️HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! Also I know Alastor is AroAce, but lets just assume in this fic he is not. Enjoy♥️

It was finally Valentine’s Day in Hell, a little holiday that some demons enjoy doing with their partners and others that find it absolutely ridiculous, like a certain deer demon. Alastor didn’t much care for a silly little festivity like this. He found romance a bit ridiculous, but he wouldn’t go as far as to make fun of someone else in a relationship, it wasn’t who he was. He did find Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship adorable, since he saw how happy the two of them were together. The little sparks between Husker and Angel were easy for him to spot, and it led to lot of teasing at the hands of Alastor, which earned him a middle finger from a certain cat on occasions.

Since it was Valentine’s Day, Charlie thought it would be a great idea to decorate the hotel. Heart paper strings were hanging from the ceiling, along with XOXO and heart balloons on the walls. It wouldn’t be Valentine’s Day without some sweets, so Charlie along with Niffty made some chocolate covered strawberries and pretzels for everyone else to enjoy. You were trying to figure out how to help liven the mood. “Music would be nice” you thought. Heading over to the record player, you skimmed for any good songs to play. Frank Sinatra was what you picked, and you decided to play that. The melody began to carry out all throughout the lobby, catching everyone ears, causing them to sway. “Ah! Excellent choice my dear!” You heard Al’s voice call out from behind you. He was sitting on one of the chairs, with a hot cup of coffee in his hand, wearing a pleasing smile. Smiling back, you made your way over to the couch and took a seat, listening to the tunes.

Soon Charlie came running back, “Okay everyone! Ready to start the Valentine gift exchange!” Before the decorations were put up, Charlie suggested that everyone pitch in and do a Valentine gift exchange. The gifts would be exchanged between two individuals: Charlie + Vaggie, Angel Dust + Husk, Niffty + Sir Pentious, and You + Alastor. Everyone got together and presented the gifts. Charlie had given a bottle of perfume and new hair bow for Vaggie. Vaggie gave Charlie a unicorn plushie and T-shirt with their faces on them. Angel got Husk a fancy bottle of Italian wine. Husk gave Angel a popular perfume from the Lust ring plus some mini outfits for Fat Nuggets. Niffty had actually handmade mini plushies of Sir Pentious and his egg bois. Sir Pentious got Niffty some roses plus a new sewing kit.

Now it was time for you and Alastor to exchange gifts. While you did have something for Al, there was something else you wanted to give him, but it was a surprise. Alastor was smiling down at you, hands behind his back, holding a mini box and bouquet. “Here you are my dear!” He handed you the box and flowers. Ahh he remembered how much you loved (your favorite flowers). Thanking Alastor, you opened the box, which contained a beautiful ruby necklace

“W-ow Al! This is beautiful! Thank you.” Holding the necklace up, you looked up at Alastor, face flushed. “You’re welcome, my dear! Allow me!” Grabbing the necklace from your hands, he motioned his body behind you, helping to place the necklace around your neck. Turning back around, you pulled out your gift and presented it to Al, “Happy Valentines Day Al” Grabbing the black box with red ribbon from your hand, he opened it, revealing a new rose tinted monocle. He had broken the one he had before, and didn’t have the time to replace it. “Ah I needed a new monocle. Thank you kindly, y/n!” Smiling you nodded your head and faced back towards the others

Al looked into the box again and saw a little piece of paper that was placed underneath the monocle. Turning away, he took the paper out and read it:

“ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏꜰᴛᴏᴘ ᴀᴛ 8 ᴘᴍ”

Well well, what was this? Another surprise, perhaps? Smile widening on his face, He placed the paper in his suit pocket, before turning back to everyone like nothing happened. The day continued as normal, with everyone chatting about random topics and participating in some bonding activities like board games and watching some random romance movies. It soon gotten late and it was time for everyone to head to bed, or so you thought. The glances you saw between Charlie and Vaggie hinted that they were going to be doing something else. Even Husk and Angel dust, especially since you saw Angel dragging Husk into his bedroom, well good for them, they make a cute couple. Going to head up and finish your plans, your eyes caught Al who had looked right at you. You smiled and walked away.

**8 PM- Alastors POV**

"Hmm I wonder what the little darling has planned for me?” Al thought to himself, as he made his way to the location you told him in the note. Ascending up the stairs, Al arrived at the door that led to the rooftop and opened it slowly. His eye widen at what he saw. In front of him was a small dinner table with chairs, decorated with candles and roses.

He was left stunned by what he saw. Walking closer to where the table is, he admired the little set-up. "Do you like it?" Turning his head around, Al saw you standing there, wearing a flowy black dress, bright smile place on your face. Alastor looked back at the table, then at you, "Was this the little surprise you had planned for me? If you wanted to have dinner with me, all you had to do was ask, my dear." Alastor gave a soft smile, making his way to you, lifting your chin, "You look positively radiant, darling." His words caused you to flush, "T-thank you. Go and take a seat Al. I'll be right back," Alastor smiled and let you go, heading over to the chair to take a seat.

Soon, you came back holding two plates, the aroma wafting off of them was mouth-watering. Placing them down, the smile on Al's face had widen. In front of him was a tender venison steak, his favorite, along with a side of salad and baked potatoes.

After that, you had grabbed a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and poured it into the wine glasses for both you and Al. Once everything was set in place, you slowly took a seat on the other side of the table. "This is my first time cooking venison, so I hope you like it." You fidgeted with your fingers under the table. "This looks spectacular! Thank you my dear!" He grabbed his wine glass and held it up in front of you, "Cheers, my dear!" Smiling, you grabbed your glass, bumping it against Al's, letting out a small clink. The both of you started to eat the meal you prepared, well you were watching Al more than eating, monitoring his reaction. You knew about his diet and what he mainly ate, so last thing you wanted was for him to try the venison you prepared and do a spit-take. The fork in Al's hand, held a piece of steak, and slowly it made its way into his mouth. The whole time you were sitting there, gazing at his reaction to see if he liked it. His expression didn't change, but he went back in for another bite, and another, and another. Heaving a sigh of relief, you were happy that he liked the meal, letting you go back to your meal.

Soon the both of you had finished eating, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Delicious!" Al said, wearing a pleasant smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are you in the mood for some dessert?" You said as you got up from the table, and made your way over to grab the dessert that was hidden. Walking back, you placed a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries on the table.

"My dear, you know I'm not a fan of sweets." Al said to you, while looking at the bowl with strained face. "I made these myself using dark chocolate, so they won't be as sweet, trust me." Grabbing one of the strawberries, you held it up towards all, "Say ahh." Al raised an eyebrow at that, but he shook his head, amused at your actions, before taking a bite. Looking at him, you were expecting him to spit it out, but surprisingly he swallowed, "Not bad!"

Whew, glad he liked them. Now it was time to tell him what you were thinking/feeling. "Um Al? Can I ask you something?" Alastor looked at you, smiling like the joker. "Of course my dear! What is it?" He leaned in, placing his elbows on the table, lifting his head up with his hands. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and your palms were sweating. Your eyes looked down at your hands, until you turned your head back up to look at Al. "W-will you be my valentine?" Alastor eyes widen at that statement, but he continued to gaze at you. Feeling nervous, you looked back down to your hands, "Y-you don't have to answer, I understand you find romance and stuff a hindrance." you said. The two of you were sitting in awkward silence, until you heard his chair scrap across the ground, indicating he had gotten up. You knew it, he was going to leave. You had made him upset.

A hand was placed under your chin, making you look up. Alastor hadn't left, he had only gotten up to get closer to you. "Stand up, my dear." He said to you. Moving slowly, you got up from your chair and stood in front of Al. He continued to look down at you, his eyes flashing crimson. Then he got closer, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "What an adorable request! I must admit, developing relationships with another is still new to me. However! I wouldn't mind forming one with you, my dear. I accept!" He whispered all of this in your ear, causing goosebumps to form. Your eyes got teary, as you hugged him back. After a while, Alastor moved a bit, placing one hand under your chin, and the around your back. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were soft. "Happy Valentines day, my doe." His head moved closer to yours, causing you to slowly shut your eyes, letting his lips press against yours in a soft kiss.

~END~

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cosmal · 1 year

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you said hurt/comfort? maybe reader always gave to much of themselves in relationships (like they buy a lot of gifts, they’re the first one asking to hang out, stuff like that) and never had as much effort in return (w their ex partner for example idk) and when james (who’s love languages i hc are all) gives as much effort as reader does, and like buys them gift without reason, reader is just crying bc omg someone cares about me

this was really about me lmao i need comfort and very long sorry

pasta

summary no one has ever cooked you dinner before. james fixes that for you.

content james potter x fem!reader

note this req is literally from nov but i wrote it like two months agar and never posted im so sorry. also combined with this! request.

James bursts through your door with a mouthful of apologies already on his tongue.

"Sorry, I tried to knock but my hands were full!" he says breathlessly, holding a ridiculous amount of bags in his hands, mumbling sorry's for scaring you.

You stand at the bottom of your hallway with a hand held to your chest. "You okay? Do you need a hand?"

"Don't move a muscle," he says firmly when he reaches the kitchen bench, heaving his groceries up onto the marble with a groan. You move your hand to your lips to stifle a laugh.

"I don't want to be rude," you move to stand next to him at your kitchen island, "but what are you doing here?" You say it with a softness. He usually calls or messages you before he shows up at your flat.

"We made plans, remember," he says smiling. He kisses you on the side of your head before composing himself, starting to unpack the bags.

"I went to Morrison's and bought a bunch of stuff. Thought I'd cook you dinner." You did make plans, they were your idea. You didn’t expect him to do anything for you, you expected to maybe take him to the park for lunch or something.

"Oh," you say lightly.

You watch as he unpacks. Cloves of garlic, parsley, thickened cream, fettuccine, eggs, and pancetta. It looks like all the helpings for a carbonara. There's a Sara Lee chocolate bavarian sat to the side with frosted ice all over the cardboard that you assume is dessert. You've only been together for a few months and you're yet to have a homecooked meal together.

You're sure you've never had anyone cook you dinner before. Not without a reason or a special occasion. You worry suddenly that you've forgotten an important date.

You hum and smile along as James buzzes around the kitchen with enough energy to power a small country. You fret that you're tamping down his good mood but you're trying to remember your anniversary. And the first time you kissed. The first time you met. For a second you think you've forgotten your birthday.

He says something to you and you crack an uneven smile.

"Sweetheart?" he says again. He stops where he's got the side of his knife pressed into a head of garlic.

You blink. "Sorry, what did you say?'' You try to hide your emotion. Your voice is scratched with dread and you bite down into your lip to stay calm.

"I asked you how your day was," he repeats, setting the knife on his chopping board. He's grated half a block of cheese while you've been stuck in your head. You hope you haven't embarrassed yourself.

"Have I missed something?" you ask, voice drenched in worry. You hide your hands under the kitchen bench where you pick at your nails.

"Hmm?" he hums, eyebrows pinched together.

"You're cooking me dinner," you say, James's confusion worsens, "Is there a special reason?"

"Not really," he shrugs all blasé. This makes it worse. You don't understand.

"Then why..."

"Did you already have plans?" James worries, smile faltering. His confusion warps into something like embarrassment. "Sorry, honey, I didn't even ask."

"No, Jamie, it's not that!" you backtrack, feeling more awful than before. You just feel out of your own depth. "I've just never..."

He moves around the bench to stop where you're sitting on one of your bar stools. Your knees press into his thighs he's so close. "What's the matter?"

You grab his hands before you pick your nails raw. You think about hiding your embarrassment in his chest but decide against it. If you get too close to him you might forget bout the entire reason you're upset. You'd rather it that way but you're sure he wouldn't.

"I've never had someone cook for me," you admit quietly. You warm with a prickling heat and squirm in your rickety bar stool.

"Oh," he says, all sullen. "Well, that won't do."

You look up at him and worry you look pathetic. He cracks a smile and you're sure it's on your behalf. "What?"

"No one ever has cooked for you?" he asks. He's not rubbing in, he sounds shocked

"No," you say. You sound stupid, you're sure you look it too. You want to crawl up into a ball.

"Y/N, I know you've had boyfriends before." He knows about your past relationships and how they weren't the best. But surely they'd at least made you dinner. James overestimates them sorely.

"They never did any of this stuff for me," you sniffle. The first tear is a shock and then James is looking at you all upset and confused and the next one isn't as startling.

He wraps his arms around your back and holds you close to his chest quicker than you can reach to wipe your face. He presses slow and hot kisses into the top of your head and your tears worsen. They're sticky and thick, his cotton shirt catches the brunt of your embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," you mumble with the side of your face smooshed into his firm chest. It's too grounding and your tears don't slow like you wish they would.

"Hey, don't be," he says, smoothing a hand down your trembling back, "You deserve things."

You don't say anything, rubbing your cheek against his shirt. He tuts. "You deserve a relationship with effort, Y/N."

You hiccup. "I've never had someone care about me like you do."

James holds you so close you worry you're hurting him. He turns his head until his cheek is pressed into your hair and takes a breath. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you say and try not to disturb where he's resting on top of you. You like it more than you should. "It's okay."

"It's not."

"It is," you sniffle and pull yourself from his hold. He lets you go though with a hesitance. "It is because now I've got you."

James finally cracks a smile. "Right," he sniffles to compose himself, "right and I'm about to make you the best carbonara of you life."

"I'm excited." You wipe the remnants of your upset from your cheeks and smile wetly.

"Good."

James sets to work. Buzzing around the kitchen after he'd plugged his phone into your sound system. Shuffling the playlist he made a week into your relationship. He sings his heart out, stirring whatever it is he's got going on in the pan.

You sit at the edge of the bench with the biggest smile on your face when he starts to serenade you. Wooden spoon held to his mouth, he sings an awful rendition of Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA. You laugh so hard you think you might be too sick to eat the pasta.

Later on that night when you're too full to move, James slides a box across the table and says, "I also got you this." With the prettiest grin you've ever seen.

You're overwhelmed with love for you to be upset. Your boyfriend is lovely and you think you might be the luckiest girlfriend on the planet.

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kleftiko · 1 year

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hey i have a request! could you do pining!hawks x reader with trust issues? maybe kind of like a slow burn? you don’t have to do nsfw if you’re not comfortable with it!

❦ SORRY

cw: mature, mdni!, gn!reader, a bit of angst (okay a lot of angst is from your reactions😭)

PART 2

i can’t really do a slow burn in one sitting :/ but i do love me some pining hawks :)

if he were a puppy, his tail would be wagging every time he saw you. keigo was an innocent lover. maybe his desires weren’t innocent, but he grew up within the hero commission, he never had the chance to love and lose or have a broken heart.

when his eyes first landed on you, he finally got to experience all those feelings he never got a chance to.

and you were patient with him.

you might have been the same age as him but you were mature. you had relationships (wether romantic, platonic, or other) that gave you knots, tears, and bruises.

his crush was endearing, and you were patient with him. smiling when he said something sweet, telling him off when he overstepped a boundary, but you would never accept his propositions to go for drinks, or dinner. happy go lucky was never absolute. and though he called himself an optimist, there will always come a time when he puts you down. when he’ll leave you for someone else.

you truly believed that his crush was just that—a crush. if you gave in, he’d eventually tire and dispose of you.

but he was relentless.

the sweet flowers ‘anonymously’ arranged on your desk of yellow and red to match his colour palette. and chocolates for white day even though you didn’t get him anything the month before.

then there was the fact that whenever you spoke, his entire body turned to face you, sharp eyes glued to you. or when he would zoom in front of you just to hold open the door.

he was breaking you down.

actually, if you took the time to step back and look at the bigger picture, you would see that he already broke down your walls. otherwise, you would have found another job. boy, were you stubborn.

“you’re right, you’re right, we need move the event.” hawks sighed and crossed his arms before he flashed you his boyish grin. “how ‘bout we talk logistics over dinner?”

“can’t, i have a date with my instant ramen.” you didn’t bother to keep eye contact as you filed away things.

“i like ramen!” he said as you stood up, his feet padded behind you as you moved down the hall. “i actually make some pretty good shin, i top it with eggs and everything. i’m not asking you on a date—you know—you told me you’re not looking to go out. so i thought we could just hang out, like, friends, y’know? so i can come over, or you can come to mine—or if you wanna be fancy we can go out and get ramen—”

you shook your head at him and turned around to walk backwards.

“keigo, you’re adorable—“ but you overestimated your coordination, the heel of your foot catching the rise in the carpet as you began to fall back.

that would never happen with the no. 2 hero, though, who swiftly grasped your hips, pulling against the momentum of gravity and into his chest. a small ‘oof’ slipped out of your lips at the contact, and you looked up at him.

his eyes and smile were bright. “i’m adorable?”

you were trapped by his eyes. those stupid, optimistic, yellow eyes that drew you closer and closer until, before you knew it, your lips were on his.

your fingers perched softly on his chest. his hands froze, then moved about your body in awkward motions before relaxing and pulling you close. it was clear you took him by surprise, but he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity.

his lips were soft and comforting, and if you could, you would spend the day kissing him, instead you subconsciously pressed your body into his, feeling keigo’s excited between his legs pressing against you. you wanted to just give in, have him explore your body like he always showed you how eager he was. you wanted to melt into his embrace and feel his skin on yours.

after that, though, he’d get bored with you. the excitement would wear out, and he’d go looking elsewhere.

that thought pulled you out of the trance.

you stepped out of his hold, breaths coming out a little too quickly. and your wrist harshly swiped at your lips, almost as if wiping off his kiss. you missed the hurt and broken expression on keigo’s face.

“sorry.” your voice was hard.

you didn’t give him another look at you walked away.

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ataraxiaspainting · 2 months

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Russian Roulette.

Yan L x GN Reader.

Synopsis: You decide to test your luck while it still lasts, as small as it is.

Warnings: Yandere themes, past stalking, kidnapping, and manipulation.

Word Count: 1.1k.

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“Hmm… why do you want me to do that, exactly?” The response is much longer than a simple okay or sure or no, but the question was what you expected to be in the realm of absolute possibility. You have given L too little credit in the past, when you first woke up here, thinking that he can shut himself up and go back to whatever he usually does, like eating cake or watching the same footage of you in your home for the tenth time that week.

You can work with this.

“It’s not like you have given me much else to do.” You say, not biting your tongue this time around, the bitterness in your voice coinciding with the box of sour fruit gummies on the other side of the table, with the artificial sweetness in L’s tone. “Plus if you want to treat me as well as you say you want to, you would oblige the simple request of playing a game with your favorite captive.”

His eyebrow raises at the last word that slipped out of your mouth, not out of guilt or shame or fear that your reality has punched him straight in the face, but out of just… curiosity.

“What if I don’t?” He smirks, looking up at you. “You did just rudely rush in here stomping and making demands… not exactly the behavior I would think of when I hear the word captive.”

“I’m going insane.” You say, glaring down at him, your fists curled so deeply into your pajama pants that you swore that they would break.

He chuckles, and it feels like the messy hair covering your angry face has just gotten even more disheveled.

“I jest, I jest… fine… I’ll play with my favorite captive.”

It feels like this weight has just been lifted off of your head, but the one in your heart remains.

“No need to be so… tangled up.” He says the pun naturally, popping in a few more pieces of the neon candy.

You start grumbling curses under your breath as if he did reject your proposal. He didn’t though. He didn’t, so you’ll play by his much longer game for a bit more before you struggle yet again.

“Not funny.”

There are only six pieces of candy left in the yellow box, each one a different color.

“What are you waiting for?” He asks, slouching forward instead of backward this time around and crossing his legs. “Go get your… game.”

You scoff and race off to L’s bedroom, putting your knees next to the mattress that is on the opposite side of L’s bed. Under your pillow are the six red plastic cups you stole from the cupboard last night, along with a chocolate egg still in its packaging, something you got from L after threatening to jump on your mattress until the few trinkets he got for you would fall on the floor and break. You won for once, in the end, but that condescending look he had while giving it to you makes you want to kick him in the groin again.

It is the same look he has when you return to him, tail tucked between your legs as you set up the cups and the chocolate egg on the table. The box of candy is empty now. How in the hell does he not get so many cavities?

“Alright then, explain the rules.” He raises his arms to the ceiling and yawns loudly, obnoxiously.

You sit down on the opposite side of the table. Your posture is much more restrained than his, he notes. Your hands are on your lap and your back is straight. You still don’t know how to relax. A symptom of being raised in high society.

“It’s a game I used to play with the younger servants when I was little.” You explain. Thinking of the past brings back unwanted feelings, but thinking of the present does the same. You have never experienced true freedom, but at least here you can speak your mind and your emotions. God, maybe you are going insane, being… thankful to him, your captor. “Someone guesses which cup has the object underneath. If they win, they get to ask a question to the person who scrambled the cups. If they lose, the person who scrambled the cups gets to ask the question.”

The image of a smaller you playing with porcelain cups and a ring, perhaps your mother’s, as the servants look confused makes L laugh softly. How cute.

“I’ll go first.” You insist, putting the chocolate egg under one of the cups and swiftly moving them around. “Okay. Go on. Don’t take your time.”

“Alright.”

L’s pointed finger moves slowly to the cup in the middle.

“If I remember correctly, it is this one, isn’t it?” He asks. “Right?”

That smile of yours makes choosing the wrong cup on purpose makes it worth it in L’s eyes.

“Nope.” You lift the one farthest to L’s left and your right. The chocolate egg is there, untouched.

He doesn’t pretend to be surprised, instead still smiling. You do the same, albeit unknowingly.

“Alright, my turn now.” You didn’t even get to ask him a question, but you are too deep in your pride to care about it right now. You won against L for once. You’re proud. It’s cute.

One by one, you slide the cups and the chocolate egg over. You’re confident, it would appear.

How cute.

He puts one cup over the chocolate egg and moves all of them around, much faster than you did your turn. Your eyebrows furrow as you try to concentrate.

He stops moving them, and it feels like the weight on your heart becomes even heavier.

Your pointer finger shakes as you move it to the cup in the center, silent.

L shakes his head.

“Nope.” He says, the word mocking yours.

His right elbow rests on the corner of the table, his palm cradling his chin as he looks on, to the shakingness of your breath, to the way your folded hands tremble.

The air feels thick, and you don’t even know why. Or do you?

“You already know what I am going to ask you, aren’t you?” The question is longer than anticipated.

“N-No.” You stutter.

“Oh?” The sound feels like a stab to the heart or a punch in the face. “That’s fine, I guess.”

He leans in. Closer and closer. You back away, but not enough to not smell how sugary his breath is.

“There is a knife missing from the knife drawer. Where is it?”

You didn’t win against L, you say to yourself. He won.

“...Underneath my pillow.”

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chihirolovebot · 1 month

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being so normal and regular abt modern domestic physouma . he makes sure phys takes their antidepressants every single day. he knows when theyre having a bad day , when they curl up on the bed or sofa under the weight of a bunch of blankets, head turned against the sunlight , and he's just sort of there, hovering ,never leaving them alone. quietly opens up all the windows and brings them food under the guise of having leftovers . holds them a little tighter when they sleep. and you know he kicks up a fuss if phys doesnt want to share the bed ( or couch, or wherever because ouma can sleep anywhere ) .

like whatever . phys likes buying flowers and plants to look after because it gives them a routine and something to get out of bed for even on days when they dont feel like it. they make ouma sneeze but he'd die before he says anything about it.

theyre both bad at cooking but ouma can make a couple of basic meals and phys likes experimenting . i think phys makes breakfast and ouma makes tea/dinner and beyond that they Scavenge . phys drinks a relentless amount of tea and hot chocolate but ouma isnt allowed caffeine . neither of them like spicy food . phys likes making eggs in the morning but is finicky about texture and finds that the safest way for them to eat them is either as an omelette or hidden in something else ( ouma encourages them to keep making eggs because theyre good for you ) .

they have a strict laundry day because they both know they'd let it slip otherwise , ouma because he hates doing it and phys because they'd get distracted and forget.

phys starts working a salaried job with the professor as soon as they graduate university ( which they do at seventeen or eighteen ) and he buys them a cute little apartment in the city. ouma moves in not long after they get together ( maybe they met at hopes peak .. ? ) and they share the space . and phys watches this apartment with a nice view of osaka turns into Their Home. every time they come home from work exhausted , sensory overload with stuff sticking to their neck and shoes too tight and hair in their face , ready to throw their bag down and scream—they see him . curled up like a cat on the couch or experimenting (to detrimental effects) in the kitchenette or sometimes just waiting for them to come up and they just feel themself light up .

incompatible sleep schedules but once phys is asleep Theyre Asleep so its okay . they go to bed anywhere from 11pm-2am and ouma will go with them but not sleep for ages . combo of fucked up sleep schedule , undiagnosed insomnia and trust issues abt falling asleep in front of someone first . hes a creep and stares at them whilst they sleep bc he finds it kind of adorable and also , like , theres a person so close to him in a way that he never thought there would be , like theyre here and theyre asleep and vulnerable and they trust him and its so surreal he has to jam his fist in his mouth before he screams sometimes . hes a stick insect once hes asleep btw . phys wakes up at 7am and hes clinging to them like a koala bear.

the Big Light never get used . they have so many lamps and phys loves stringlights so much . ouma find fun and cute and creative ones with coloured lights and cute shapes and they hang them up everywhere , all over the doorways and walls, and instead of doors they have those beaded curtains that hang down because they both like how they swish and ouma loves using them to make dramatic entrances and exits .

casual touch . sleepy nights curled up on the couch watching shitty 70s spy flicks , ouma with his back to phys' chest with his head lolling on their shoulder whilst they fiddle with his hair to keep their hands occupied .

#im SO . SO NORMAL . SO FUCKING NORMAL .#🏚.sleep awake #veetxt

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glorious-imagines · 5 months

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The Gala .I

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It was the annual Wayne Family Gala. Y/n had been invited. She debated whether or not she should go. Going meant she would definitely see Jason. But she would also get to see Dick and everyone else. She missed them. And Alfred would be upset if she didn't show. Jason's girlfriend or not.

She huffed and picked up her phone. She sent a quick text and then went to her closet. This year's theme was the Moonlit Masquerade Ball. She had absolutely nothing to match. She would need to go shopping. It was going to be expensive, too. She huffed and began getting ready for a trip to her favorite tailor.

Just before she's out the door, she gets a return text from her current… uh… person? She wasn't sure she was ready to give him any sorta title. He was just someone she was 'talking to' at the moment. Anyway, he confirmed to be her date for the gala.

She briefly wondered if Jason would bring Isabella. She hoped not. That witch would definitely try to start something. The entitled cunt. She huffed and shook her head to clear her thoughts. Shopping was too good an activity to be marred by thoughts of awful people.

…

Jason didn't want to go to the annual gala. He just didn't have the energy to get all gussied up. On the other hand, he glanced at Isabel, who was making herself some food. He could use a bit of time away from his baby mama. The alcohol would definitely be strong enough for him to forget his regrettable choices. He'd have Gabby grab him something and then get ready at her place.

He nodded to himself, taking a sip of his coffee. It was disgusting, but he didn't make a show of it. She tried her best. He missed the homebrewed teas Y/n used to make. She had him try chai with just a hint of sugar. It turned out to be his favorite.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Isabel asked, bringing him out of his thoughts as she sat across from him.

"Hm?" he questioned.

"You were smiling. It had to have been a good thought. What was it?"

He hadn't realized he was smiling. Is still smiling. Guess Y/n could always get him to his happy place. He didn't even know he was stressed enough to need one. He made sure his smile didn't falter so as not to raise any suspicions about himself. When did he start faking his happiness like this?

"Was thinking maybe we could eat out tonight. I'm kinda craving a tiramisu."

Isabel frowned. "Blech, that sounds so gross to me right now." She rubs her belly. "Maybe no chocolate for a while."

Jason watched her hands move in circular motions around her belly. She was huge now. With twins. Both boys. He wanted to sigh heavily. Release a bit of the stress he felt. Sometimes he felt that she would rub her stomach to kind of manipulate him in some small way. She didn't say it, but he knew she expected him to not have what he wanted. It would make her sick. The babies apparently weren't fans of chocolate. It barely had 'chocolate' in it.

He makes his smile soften and gently rubs her arm. "Well, it won't go anywhere. We can get whatever you like." "I'd really like a boisenbery cheesecake." She smiled innocently.

They had gone to this diner multiple times. She always got the same thing. Bacon egg cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, extra onions, and pickles; a large side of fries with barbecue sauce and mustard. And lastly, two, no, three—wait, four—slices of boisenbery cheesecake. Two to take home.

"I knew you would say that. That's why I got it for delivery. Since I'll be busy tonight, I even got a whole boisenberry cheesecake made. Just for you." This made her swoon and hug him. He couldn't lie, It made his heart swell a bit to see her so happy. He'd make a mental note to do more things like this for her. The situation wasn't ideal, but there was no reason they both had to suffer.

"I'll be gone for a bit, so I asked Gabby to keep an eye on you for me. Her numbers' on the fridge if you need anything."

"Okay, at least try to be safe."

He hummed as he walked out the door. …

Exactly how does one run into their ex as soon as they arrive? Y/n knew she was playing with fire by coming. But arriving at the same time as Jason? Well, she was just that lucky, wasn't she?

Dick walks over to the entrance with a big grin on his face. "How's my fave couple?"

Y/n turns to Jason with a slightly annoyed and curious expression. "You didn't tell your family that we broke up?" Dick looks a bit down. "You guys broke up?"

Jason rolls his eyes and says, "Well, forgive me, but I've been a bit busy."

Y/n takes off her jacket and hands it to the attendee while nodding as if remembering certain facts. "Right, you do have to prepare to bring your seed into this world…" Dick is shocked. "You're having a baby?"

Jason instantly frowns. "Real nice, Y/n. Why don't you grow the fuck up?"

Y/n feigns caring, "Where is your baby mama, anyway? Both our invitations have a plus one."

Dick has finally noticed that the air between them is a bit hostile and dons a nervous grin."

"What, like you brought someone?" Jason says thinking he's had the last laugh.

Y/n sports a devilish grin. "I would never come to a Wayne Gala alone. He should be walking in right… about… there he is."

In walks Conner Kent. He is dressed to the nines in a midnight blue tux with a corset. It matched perfectly with Y/n's midnight blue strapless gown, which hugged her body in all the right places. Jason would have taken the time to appreciate her choice of dress if they hadn't had their little spat.

Conner wrapped his arms around Y/n and kissed her cheek. The action made Jason nauseous.

"It might be best if you make yourself scarce, Todd," Damian says as he walks straight into the scene. "We're not going to stop inviting her over just because you broke up."

Jason wanted to strangle Damian. Instead, he opted for glaring, hoping the kid would somehow catch fire. "Hey all, it's my first time to a Wayne function. I heard they're famous." Conner spoke with a chill smirk.

Jason's gaze shifts back to Y/n who still has that shit-eating grin, like she won the battle. He is pissed. And hurt. His hands ball into tight fists, and he's about to do something to add to his list of regrets…

Dick clears his throat, bringing his hands together with a clap, smiling away all the tension. "Okay, we're happy to have you, Conner. Help yourself to everything, and I'll see you later." He throws an arm around Jason's shoulders and leads him away just as Y/n and Conner start a conversation with Damian.

Dick leads Jason to Bruce's study and closes the door behind them. Jason kicks over a chair in frustration. "Damn it!"

"So, a lot has happened, obviously. You and Y/n broke up. Presumably, because you're having a baby… " Dick leans casually against Bruce's desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

Jason slides down a nearby wall with his hands over his face. "A fucking Super? She's fucking a Super." "And you care because you still have strong feelings for her."

The statement makes Jason groan loudly in his hands. "We were supposed to spend the rest of forever together…"

"And now you have a baby on the way."

"Babies." Jason corrects. "Isabel is having twins."

"Isabel?" Dick sits next to him. "As in…"

"Yup."

"Shit…"

"I thought I did the right thing by ending things with Y/n. I didn't want her to bear the brunt of our relationship while I was off being a dad. He sweeps his hands roughly through his hair, a heavy sigh leaving him. "But I fucked up. I fucked up bad. I miss her so much."

...

"So this is the hangout spot?" Conner casually saunters into Bruce Wayne's office like he owns it.

"The rest of the manor is closed to guests. I can have someone point you in the direction of the guest restrooms." Dick suggested about to call for an aid.

"Actually, I wanted to speak to Jason." He gave a lopsided grin.

Dick scrutinized Conner, ready to deny him access to Jason entirely.

"It's fine, Dick." Jason went poker-faced, stuck his hands in his pockets, and walked out.

Conner saluted Dick with two fingers and followed Jason. They ended up on a balcony overlooking the gala. Jason notes that Y/n is talking to Babs. He fleetingly thinks about reading their lips before turning to Conner.

"It's crazy how things work out, right?" Conner starts, "One minute I'm crushing hard, and the next, I'm her date to one of the famous Wayne Galas."

"So, you wanted to rub it in." Jason challenged as his face twisted.

"No, you misunderstand." Conner held his hands up with the feint of a nervous smile plastered on his face. "I don't know what went down with you two. I do know that you were couple goals."

"And?" Jason grumbled impatiently.

"Well, it's obvious you're the fuckup in this equation. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so pissed."

"No way, Y/n is dating such a tool."

Conner claps him on the shoulder a little too hard. "I just wanted to make sure that you knew that she isn't yours to make happy anymore."

Jason scoffs and roughly shrugs his hand off him. "Y/n doesn't belong to anyone. And while we aren't together anymore, there's not a chance in hell I'm leaving her in your hands." Jason shoulder-checks Conner as he walks away, fists balled tightly.

~~~ I was gone for a year… lets not make it a big deal. I even came with a gift… 😏

@iyuuii @jaguarthecat @rhyanna6012

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 9 months

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Hey! Love your work and was wondering if you could do one where the reader is a really good cook/baker!

A/N: Hey there! I'm so glad you like my work :D I really hope you enjoy this one too!

DARRY CURTIS

He swore he couldn’t love you any more than he already did but then you went and started cooking for the boys and Darry found out just how wrong he was

It’s so nice to have someone else who can cook and who Darry can trust alone in the kitchen, he knows you’re not gonna start a fire or something

You’re the one cooking dinner now most of the time, simply because the boys like eating your cooking the best

Darry will cook for you sometimes! Especially if you’ve had a bad week or it’s a big milestone in your relationship, blah blah blah, Darry has a thing for taking care of his partners, and that comes out in the form of food

King of hyping up your cooking, especially your chocolate cakes! You’re the only one that can bake a chocolate cake and get Darry to admit that yours tastes better than his cake does

Also also also, he asks you to pack him lunches sometimes so that he can take it to work with him and just kind of have a little part of you there with him <3 I highly suggest dropping a little handwritten note into his lunchbox, but y’know, that’s just me talking

SODAPOP CURTIS

Don’t tell Darry, but he likes when you cook or bake for him more than when his brother does, Sodapop thinks it just tastes better

*Insert a joke about how Sodapop likes to claim it’s because you make your stuff with love and Darry doesn’t but we all know that’s nonsense*

I kid you not, Sodapop is a bottomless pit and not a picky eater by any stretch of the imagination, so if you need a taste-tester for some dish you’re trying out, look no further than your pretty boy

Show up to the DX with a packed lunch for the two of you, flirt and giggle before giving it to him, stay with him and eat together in the garage on the hood of some ridiculously Soc car that Steve was supposed to fix later in the day

Nothing says I love you more than sitting on a car and laughing during his lunch break, doing nothing but sitting there and just being together

Plus! Steve will get sort of grumpy and pouty because he wanted to have Sodapop with him for his lunch break but you got there before him and he can’t really be mad because you guys are just too cute but he’ll be funny to watch

PONYBOY CURTIS

You’re into cooking? Baking? That’s cool, Ponyboy has no problem eating whatever you’re working on and loves to be in the kitchen with him

He’s a menace and likes to sit on the countertops or eat the food before it’s cooked, so maybe it’s not always the best idea to have him there with you, but, y’know, he’s cute so it’s way okay!

The two of you have definitely made a mess of Darry’s kitchen at some point, cookies gone wrong or a mini-flour food fight, so there’s a high chance that you’ve gotten Ponyboy banned from the kitchen

If you bring anything treat-wise for him to school, expect the boys to try and steal some of it, especially Two-Bit, that boy will literally steal anything he can

Hype Man pt. 2, Pony talks about your cooking so much that Darry has probably asked you to just come over and cook dinner one day so that Pony will stop telling him about how you’d cook everything differently

Also, strong opinion that he only knows how to cook very simple meals, scrambled eggs and grilled cheeses and things, and is seriously impressed by when you make things that are like even a fraction of a bit of something better than those

DALLAS WINSTON

If your folks are out and you’re planning on cooking? Please oh please, call up Dally and let him in so he can eat whatever you’re making

He’s not helpful, he eats your food and then doesn’t help with the dishes, I wouldn’t recommend him as a sous chef at all

But! He’s honest and will tell you exactly how he feels about what you’re cooking, which can be a blessing and a curse, just as things usually are with our dear Mr. Winston

If Dally doesn’t like something, he’s gonna bitch about it, but if he likes it, god he’s gonna compliment you and compliment you and compliment you and kiss you so many times as a thank you

No one else is allowed to touch anything you make for him, he threatens to and has bitten and snapped at people who get too close to his plates before, I’m not even lying to you

Also, don’t let him cook because Dally’ll probably end up burning something, solid headcanon that he can barely cook, and he’ll probably end up blaming you for whatever he’s messed up!

JOHNNY CADE

Hard one, I don’t know exactly how I feel about Johnny with an S/O who’d bake or cook all the time, but I know he’d like it!

You’d probably make an extra lunch for him every so often (every other day or so because you know you love him) and the two of you would eat your lunches together at school

Johnny likes everything you make, he’ll tell you how great everything is and shower you with praise and compliments as he shovels food like he’s some sort of chipmunk

I don’t think he’s picky either? Like, I don’t think he cares very much about picking and choosing when it comes to food, he’d rather just put it in his mouth and go on with his life

But I think Johnny has a favorite thing that you make, I don’t know what exactly, but it’s gonna be something sweet, maybe cookies or brownies

He’s a horrendous cook, okay? Recipe or not, he absolutely sucks and it’s terrible having him in the kitchen with you but he likes to stand with you so I think you should just let him hang out as long as he promises not to touch anything-

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

You’re helping him babysit his sister? And you’re making dinner? For both of them? And you’re having the time of your life in the kitchen?

Two-Bit thought he was in love with you already, jeez louise, he’s so gone for you and is about to have a meltdown because you’re just standing in his kitchen making dinner for everyone

He tries to kiss you and almost burns himself on the stove because he’s too busy staring at you he doesn’t realize where he placed his hand and then you’ve got to take a break from cooking to take care of him

Two really does like what you cook though! He’s not picky and he’s open to whatever you want to feed him, I promise!

Come up to him with a spoonful of mystery and tell him to open his mouth and swallow, Two-Bit will do it immediately, no questions asked whatsoever

He’s a good guy, alright, and he’s got simple thoughts, he just really likes seeing you when you’re cooking, when you’re in your element and I think he’d be a really great pal to have in the grocery store

STEVE RANDLE

Have I mentioned? That Steve? Is a cheerleader? And likes to hype you up? Because that’s running around and around in my mind

For the love of everything, you better have a chocolate cake recipe memorized because that’s what Steve’s always going to ask you to make, he can’t get enough of your chocolate cakes

You’re gonna have to persuade him to eat anything else, honestly, he’s just so in love with you and the cake, it’s gonna be a challenge

If you don’t let him in the kitchen with you, Steve’s just gonna whine and pout until you eventually cave and let him in from where he’s been throwing a fit in the doorway

He’s good though, he knows when to keep his hands off, especially when he’s coming from work and covered in grease, he honestly really doesn’t want to help with the cooking anyway

Steve would much rather just watch you and talk, laughing about your days and just be there with you while you cook and bake your little heart out

TIM SHEPARD

He’s picky with food I have a feeling? Like Tim likes what he likes and that’s what he’s gonna eat, y’know?

Bowl of cereal in the morning, a burger when he goes out to the diner, Tim’s not really into the whole trying-new-things but I have a feeling, if you tried hard enough, you could convince him to try something a little new

Present it to him and smile, bat your eyelashes, say your pretty pleases and beg just a little bit and there’s nothing Tim can do but say yes <3

He’s a good person to cook with! I think he knows what he’s doing enough and likes to cook, so I think it could totally be a bonding thing for you!

The moment you cook dinner for Angela and Curly, Tim knows he’s not gonna let you go anywhere because if you love him to care for his siblings as well, Tim knows you’re definitely a keeper

He likes to come up behind you when you’re cooking and hug you, murmuring into your ear as you throw things together, some compliments and some teasing remarks, but they’re all said with such love it makes things totally cool-

CURLY SHEPARD

This little shit, Curly is head over heels even before you tell him that you like to cook/bake, he’s gonna be long gone when he learns about that

He thinks it’s great, absolutely loves it and absolutely loves you, and wants to hear about everything you’ve ever made

You need a taste tester? Someone to go grocery shopping with you? Someone to talk with while you cook?

Don’t you even worry, baby, Curly is more than happy to spend all day in the kitchen with you while he does no cooking whatsoever, just hangs with you

And, so uh, y’know how cookies and brownies and stuff have that sort of window where you just sort of put them in the oven and wait? Yeah, Curly likes to take advantage of that time period and kiss you senseless

Tell me I’m wrong, you can’t because you know that this boy will take any chance he can get to make out with you, regardless if he runs the risk of burning those cookies to a crisp or not-

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I was bored so I put Batfam into a random incorrect quote generator and I have never had this much fun

Duke, not yet familiar with the family lore: Duke: Live fast, die young, leave behind a pretty corpse! That’s what I always say! jason: You should say something else. Bruce to his friends (aka his children, exes and coworkers): bruce : I am not a lunatic. I have the psychiatric report to prove it. A slender majority of the panel decided in my favour.

Don't have to even say anything about this one: dick as a child: I can’t wait to grow up and have cool adventures! dick now: I can’t wait to go to bed.

Bruce- the first time father: dick: I just drank a lego piece. bruce : …what the hell?! You melted plastic and drank the liquid? dick: Yes. bruce : Why did you even melt a lego in the first place?! dick: Because it looked like chocolate! So I drank it! You know, like a chocolate shake?

Bruce- father of 10+ kids: duke: What do you want for breakfast? damian: I WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN. bruce : bruce : They want eggs.

Classic Tim: tim: I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon.

This one hurt: jason: Do you always have to attack me with your words? bruce : Would you prefer me to use a brick?

Tim would answer hazardous waste or something: the Squad cleaning up alfred: Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away. jason, to tim: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—

This seems right: The gang's thoughts on stabbing bruce : Would never stab anyone. dick: Would stab someone in retaliation. tim: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first. jason: Would stab without warning. damian: Would stab as a warning.

Tim gets flashbacks: duke: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?! jason: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. duke: Oh… tim, from across the room: I don’t understand how you keep forgetting that.

Jason the babysitter: tim: jason, I want a bedtime story! jason: I’m busy, tim. I’ll tell you one tomorrow. tim: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed! jason: Once upon a time, there was a person named tim, who always wanted things their way. One day, their friends got sick of it and locked them in the basement for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end. tim: I don’t like these stories with morals.

Giving advice to the younger ones: jason: Any advice before bruce and I fight? dick: Don’t wet yourself in public. jason: Not the kind of advice I was looking for!

Two professionals speaking: damian: We need a plan to beat them. cass: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. damian: cass: Judge me all you want, I get results.

Stephanie- one of the Bruce's not kids: stephane : (Talking to Damian) Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. Welcome to my abode. I'm glad you could join me. damian: But this is my abode. stephane : … stephane : Welcome to my abode, I'm so happy to have you, guest.

Ouch: bruce : You’re alive. damian: No need to sound so disappointed.

Little brothers, the sweetest of them all: cass: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!? jason, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

The meta joke here: bruce: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

#batfam #batfamily #incorrect quotes #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #duke thomas

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gurugirl · 11 months

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omg loved your blog. pls give me a lil spoiler of whats coming next

So... I've got a whole bunch of things coming. I looked through my drafts and documents and feel like this one is something I can share with you guys. I've got the story maybe halfway done and I've been working on it slowly for about 6 months. I don't know when I'll post it but you asked for a sneak peek for something so here's something to tide you over.

For context this is burlesque dancer!Y/n and rich CEO!Harry (this is a combination of requests I've received all in one story).

...

The sign read: 24-hour breakfast. $2.99 all-you-can-eat pancakes. The one she drove past every day.

She imagined slathering each stack with butter and syrup and surprising the staff when she went for seconds and thirds. Her stomach growled as she got into place behind the other girls and the music started. Bethany raised a brow at her when she heard it.

The routine was the same as the week before. They had a short break before they went back up and did another set. Y/n hadn’t been in such a good mood in weeks, knowing what was coming after the show. She was shaking with the anticipation of finally eating something of substance.

Like last week, the main dancers got to use the locker room first. Y/n and the others sat at the end of the bar and watched the guests leave as they chatted. They never got into anything too deep. Y/n wasn’t keen on telling the others about her situation. It was embarrassing. She was technically homeless and she was dirt broke. But Angelique had given them their checks and Y/n was more than happy to use it. She wouldn’t cash it that night because it was too late, but she planned on using her credit card to buy the $2.99 buffet pancakes. Maybe she’d splurge on eggs as well.

After showering and charging her phone she nearly skipped to her car. She parked strategically under a lamppost and noticed right away a man leaning on her front bumper.

“Excuse me?” She stopped halfway between the building and her car, ready to run back into the building if needed.

The man stood and she saw the chocolate curls of the British man she’d met the week before.

“Sorry! I thought I’d wait out here for you. I wanted to tell you that you did a great job in there,” he smiled kindly. That sweet smile, dimples and all.

Y/n let out the breath she’d been holding and finished walking toward her car. She figured she could trust Harry at this point.

“It’s okay. Just startled me a little to see someone leaning on my car. And, uh, thanks!”

She dug her keys out of her bag and walked next to Harry. He was taller than she thought. She hadn’t stood directly next to him before but now that he was only a few feet from her as she unlocked her car door she noticed it.

Harry pointed into her windshield, “I don’t mean to pry or anything, and you can tell me to fuck off if you want, but I noticed the blankets and pillows in the backseat. Is that… are you…?” Harry didn’t finish his sentence but Y/n knew what he was asking.

Normally she folded up the blankets and stuffed the pillows into the floorboards nicely but this morning she didn’t care. She’d been in such a good mood about the upcoming pancake dinner that she left it all strewn about.

She thought for a moment about how to answer. She looked down at her shoes and sighed, “Just temporary. It’s not a big deal,” she brushed it off.

Harry stayed quiet. But the longer he was silent the stranger it felt. Y/n looked back up at him and he was stoic. Deep in thought. Her stomach growled and she groaned. It was like if all the most embarrassing things in life could come out all at once in front of a handsome man it happened right then. She was hungry and homeless. That was the truth. And Harry was now aware of this fact.

Harry sighed and his face softened, “Look. I know it can get hard out here. But, let me buy you something to eat at least. I was hoping to chat with you anyway. Maybe we could just… I don’t know… get to know one another over a drink, or food. No pressure,” Harry was cautious. He knew he could be overstepping a little. But he probably felt it was necessary based on the circumstance he was now aware of.

Y/n shook her head, “That’s not necessary, Harry. I just got paid. I was going to buy myself something to eat. You really don’t need to…” The look on his face had her pausing her words. Harry’s brows were raised and the soft grin told her he wasn’t buying her I-don’t-need-your-help act.

“Fine. Then you buy yourself something to eat. Can I join you at least?”

And so that’s how she found herself at the dingy diner sitting across from Harry in a booth as she shoveled pancakes in her mouth. Harry ordered a coffee. Black.

Harry watched her for a bit as she scarfed down her first plate. Y/n tried to hold a conversation while eating but her body was on autopilot. She needed to eat. Harry could see that too.

When she finished the first plate she looked up at Harry. He was leaned back, comfortable in the booth with his arms crossed over his chest, an amused look on his face.

She licked her lips and sipped the orange juice before clearing her throat, “What?” She felt embarrassed. It was probably quite obvious to Harry what was going on.

“Nothing. Still hungry?” He smirked and leaned forward to the table, putting his forearms over the linoleum and clasped his hands together in front of him. He’d pushed his sleeves up to his elbows again and Y/n could make out the dark tattoos that went up one arm.

She breathed out a laugh at the question. Without a doubt, she was still hungry. She nodded, “I am. Yes. Is it okay if I grab another plate? Do… uh, do you want anything other than coffee?”

Harry shook his head and kept his eyes on hers, “I’m fine. I’ve eaten today. Go and get another plate, love. I’ll be right here.”

Y/n brought back another stack of pancakes with a handful of margarine butter packets and went to work to make her second plate as sugary, fattening, and calorific as possible.

“So, where are you from, Y/n?” Harry took a sip of his coffee, and Y/n saw him wince. She doubted the coffee was any good. Especially black. It was probably old and bitter and room temperature. But she appreciated that he was sitting with her and trying to fill the void of loneliness. Though she would have been fine to sit and eat her pancakes in silence.

“Bible belt. Nowhere,” she kept her eyes on her meal, drizzling the maple-flavored syrup over the top.

Harry laughed, “I see. Okay. So, why are you here in Nevada? Big dreams of becoming a famous dancer?”

Y/n shoved a forkful into her mouth and shook her head, putting her finger up as she chewed. Another sip of her orange juice and she finally responded, “No. I needed a change of scenery. I am a dancer. Well, I have a bachelor’s in dance. I’m not a professional or anything. It was sort of a whim, but a good one. There was nothing keeping me back home. What about you Harry? Where are you from? How did you get here?” She tried to change the subject from herself to him.

She ate while Harry told her his story. He was born in Manchester and got a business degree in London and then moved to California when he was in his mid-twenties after being offered a job at a private equity firm.

After a couple of years at the firm he and a close friend of his decided on opening up their own business, a startup. Which turned out to be quite profitable early on. Harry was a managing partner and owner of a wealth management group specifically for entertainment companies. Like burlesque clubs. Like Haute Baude. The owner, Richard, hired Harry as his wealth management agent years ago and they grew close.

Y/n knew next to nothing about the finance world so she just nodded and hummed along, “Wow. So, you’re doing well. A successful businessman,” she smiled and licked her fork clean.

Harry chuckled and tilted his head to the side, “I guess so. You’re impressive too, you know. It was brave to come out here all by yourself.”

There was a bit of quiet after he spoke those words. Y/n smiled down at her empty plate and then looked up at Harry. His coffee cup was empty.

“And you’re cute,” Harry spoke the words quietly but he kept his eyes on hers.

Y/n set her fork down and kept her eyes on the handsome man, squinting at him in question. She didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t really been flirting with her, that she could tell, but she was aware of the way he was looking at her. How when she’d take a bite he’d watch her lips move and he kept licking his own lips.

“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” Harry said but he didn’t hide his smile well when he pulled his lips into his mouth, that reaction only drew his dimples in deeper and it made Y/n smile and laugh.

She shook her head and looked down. His eyes were getting to her. His intense gaze was alluring. Harry was charming and handsome. She didn’t know what his intentions were but he seemed nice at least.

When Harry remained quiet for a beat longer than was comfortable Y/n looked back up at him. She couldn’t help but smile back at his expression and she laughed, “It’s okay. You haven’t been obnoxious or anything. I just… I’m a mess and hearing that threw me off a bit.”

“What do you mean you’re a mess?” Harry asked.

“I mean, well, come on… you saw my car. And here I am buying $2.99 all-you-can-eat buffet pancakes at 2 am the moment I get a paycheck. I’m… down on my luck a little. But I think things are better now. For one, my tummy’s full,” Y/n smiled shyly. She hated that this successful man was privy to her misfortune, but he felt trustworthy.

Harry shook his head, “Not a mess. Just a victim of circumstance. Are you sleeping in your car tonight?” He raised his brows in question.

Y/n looked to the corner of the room and breathed out a huff of breath and pursed her lips as she nodded before looking back at Harry with a shrug, “Have nowhere else to go.”

#burlesque dancer!yn #rich!harry #ceo!harry #sugardaddy!harry #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry x yn #harry x reader #harry x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #harry styles x y/n #sneak peek #coming soon(ish)#harry styles one shot #firstpost

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factorialsotherfandoms · 2 months

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bagi and empanada, baking

archivists, late night

bonus: arthur and joui, cooking

archivists time! I wanted them to talk, but neither was willing, so...

It is 11pm, and Cellbit should be asleep. Richarlyson is tucked up safe and sound and the night is dark, and yet he cannot manage it. Every time he closes his eyes blood soaks his hands, his arms, his teeth - the sulfur of purgatory, the sins of egg island, the horrors of their past...

In the end he gives up.

Making sure his son and husband are still asleep, he leaves a note on the door and heads out. His home is surrounded now in trees both purple and black, from the hill to the water's edge.

With no real intent he wanders, watching the black sky, feeling the wind on his face - he is not there, he is not there, see the moon is pale and there is nothing on your face...

The further north one heads, pink trees start to appear as the black ones fade out. It is at the centre of this transition, where pink, purple, and black sit in perfect balance, that two paths intersect.

Thanks to Philza's efforts, this part of the island is well lit; Cellbit does not carry a torch, and neither does the man just coming into sight around a pink tree.

There is something dark in Philza's hand.

It vanishes before Cellbit can work out what it is, the man raising his hand to wave, "hey Cellbit!"

"Hi Phil!" he calls back.

They meet in the middle, unsure what else to say; Cellbit came out to clear his head, but now he is here...

"Long night?" Philza eventually asks, angle of his head a little sharp to be truly casual.

"Yeah," Cellbit replies with a long sigh. "I just..."

Just what? Cellbit isn't even sure if he should be here.

"Just?" Philza asks.

Cellbit shrugs, not wanting... He doesn't want the disappointed looks, the judgement, the stares. He knows that last time he told Philza all he received was amusement, but Philza is good and Cellbit is... decidedly not. He does not know how long their compromise lasts, and neither does he know what happens when it breaks.

They stand there in awkward silence for long minutes

Eventually Philza breaks it. "Chayanne was baking earlier, if you fancy cake? It's damn good. We can sit out on my fishing dock, or I can just send you home with some."

"That sounds great," Cellbit does not even think about the reply, just lets himself be led through the softer coloured forest and towards the blazing light.

Not wanting his children woken, Philza instructs Cellbit to wait on the fishing-dock settee while he goes to find it.

Cellbit does, and he breathes, and he watches the waves. Across the shoreline Bagi's lights flicker on, and off again, barely perceptible against the bright light guiding all in to Philza's house and the safety of it.

It is only because it is so quiet that Cellbit hears the gentle opening and closing of the doors. He turns, and sees Philza not with plates, but a tray - two bowls, two forks, and two hot mugs.

Cellbit receives one of each, Philza taking his own share after he sits.

Quietly he eats, and then brings up the mug - coffee, to Philza's hot chocolate - and sips at it. Under Philza's light and with company, a little of the tension slips away.

It's okay, it's okay, he can always try again.

There's a flicker of something black and purple in Philza's hand once again. This time Cellbit nearly catches it, but it is quickly shuffled away.

He stares at Philza's hand, and wants to ask.

Philza stares at the new scars on his hands, and Cellbit does not want to be asked in turn.

Instead they quietly drink, letting the night slip away.

It's better, like this, with someone there. The world is just as dark and his sins are just as great, but it feels almost like the blood on his hands burns away in the light.

... Philza is really, really quiet - pensive, almost, and definitely distracted - but, then, Cellbit is too.

It is late, and they are tired, maybe that is to be expected.

When their cups are long empty and they merely sit for companionship beneath the stars, Philza opens his mouth as if to speak.

And then, he closes it again.

"Phil?" Cellbit asks.

Philza shakes his head, goes quiet, but then... "Can you promise me something?"

Cellbit hates the sound of that, but answers "what is it?"

"If I disappear, don't come looking for me."

He wants to object, to intervene - he has put aside the mysteries, yes, but Cellbit would never just abandon a friend!

"I'm serious. I'll work it out, just..." a sigh. "If I vanish, just look after Chayanne and Tallulah, okay?"

"Okay?" Cellbit might have babysat them before, but he has no idea why he is trusted with them even now.

Maybe Philza is just asking everyone, maybe this is just inspired by the new spate of disappearances - and deaths - of late, but... But that does not explain why the tension in Philza's frame relaxes as soon as Cellbit agrees.

"Thanks mate," Philza whispers, something quiet and very genuine in his voice. "It's... hard to know who to trust, sometimes. Fit's also agreed, but you know what it's like. With Tubbo gone and Niki not here as often... They're good kids, they're such fucking good kids, but I know two more is a lot to ask of someone."

To be compared to the children's godparents and Philza's longest friend, to be denoted as trusted... Cellbit wants to scream that Philza shouldn't touch him, that he ruins everything he touches, that he relapses again and again and someday he will not be able to claw his way back out. He wants to beg for a reason, to know why he is trusted even now, even after all he has done, how Philza can possibly believe in him enough to offer not just information but his /children/.

He doesn't.

Instead, he asks, "does this have anything to do with the nether block that keeps appearing in your hand?"

Philza freezes, then sighs, then shows Cellbit a piece of crying obsidian.

It's answer enough, as Philza throws it into the see.

"Keeps appearing in my inventory," Philza says. "There's someone... in my past. It's his calling card. He could kill us all in a heartbeat, but the only one he wants is me."

Cellbit's instinct is to push, but... but he sees Philza's expression shutter, and he is tired, and he has promised himself to stop exploring mysteries, and he knows more than a few things about trying to outrun a past that chases you.

There is no way in Nether that Philza's past is as dark as his own - Philza is good, and Cellbit is categorically not - but...

"In purgatory, there was a man I once killed," Cellbit says, instead, a secret for a secret. "He wasn't even the target I was given, this time, but I still killed him again. The blood..."

Somewhat awkwardly, Philza puts an arm around Cellbit's shoulder, and tugs him to his side.

"You were being used," Philza says, no uncertainty in his voice. "That eye fucker was using you, fucking with you. People die, Cellbit, to zombies and to nukes and to knives and to stupid ass bets, they die all the fucking time. You killed someone? Half of us fucks have killed someone, and the other half are lying about it. Some of us have even died before; you're fine, mate. You know you fucked up - and I'm proud you realised that."

Proud at him for realising murder is bad? If Philza wasn't quite so bad at lying, Cellbit would think it insincere.

As it is, though...

Cellbit isn't sure he can believe him, but he turns his face into Philza's shoulder.

"Won't your husband miss you tonight?" Philza asks.

"He sleeps like a rock," Cellbit replies. "Don't wanna walk back."

A deep breath from them both.

"Okay," Philza mutters, as he exhales. "I guess... Yeah, that's fine. I think. You're good. We're okay. Good chat - good night."

Whatever tension is left slowly breaks, pressed against the shore with each wave that laps at the sand. Cellbit watches it, stealing warmth from Philza even as warmth is stolen from him, until he finally falls asleep.

And, when morning comes, it comes with blankets not there last night draped over the pair, and three worried-angry children pouting at their feet.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp archivists #qsmp philza #qsmp cellbit #angst #fluff #idfk at this point #man this is so much funnier with both povs #because phil is just as desperate as cellbit rn #and is absolutely taking comfort from his reliable just wants to help can be trusted buddy #just... doesn't want to endanger people with info #fun times!#or not #who knows

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jacksdinonuggets · 3 months

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Little Vaggie needs a babysitter! luckily, Lucifer is there for her.

Vaggie woke up in the big soft bed that she and her partner shared. It was really cozy and warm. She didn’t feel like doing adult things that day. In all honesty, today just felt like a regression day for her.

“Babe, we have to get up,” Charlie tried shaking Vaggies shoulder.

“Don’t wanna,” She brought the blankets up to her nose.

“Why not, sweetie?” She asked.

“Not feeling big today…” She admitted shyly under the blankets.

“That’s okay, Vaggie, you can be small today but I can’t look after you. I have errands to run,” She told her.

“What? B- but you always ‘ook after me!” Vaggie objected. What was she going to do? Charlie couldn’t leave her!

“I know, I know…” Charlie tried to calm her little one down. She knew she’d be out for almost the whole day and Vaggie wasn’t exactly comfortable regressing around the other residents. But, someone she did get along with well was her dad.

“Alright, I have an idea. I’m going to call over my dad so he can babysit you, ‘kay?” she told her.

“O-Okay…” Vaggie pouted. Charlie ruffled her messy hair before helping her get changed.

After they finished, Charlie got out her phone and called her dad.

“Y’ello,” He answered.

“Hey, Dad. I was wondering if you could come over in like 5 to 20 minutes to watch over Vaggie for the day? She’s regressed and I don’t want to force her to be big,” She explained the situation to him.

“Sure! I’ll be happy to babysit! See you in 10!” He said before hanging up.

Charlie sighed in relief. She was glad he was so supportive of them. If he wasn’t she wasn’t sure what she’d do.

As they waited for him, Charlie tried entertaining Vaggie with a couple of stuffed toys. It managed to keep her busy until he arrived.

“Hey, Charlie!” Lucifer appeared in the room in a puff of smoke and glitter. He gave her a hug before kneeling down before Vaggie.

“Heya, little one, I’m going to be babysitting you today. Want some candy?” He pulled out a piece of wrapped chocolate and gave it to her. She gladly took it.

“Dad, she hasn’t had breakfast yet, you can’t give her candy!” Charlie scolded her father.

“Oh right! Sorry, apple pie,” He stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Its okay, you didn’t know. Now, it’s pretty easy, just keep her entertained, fed, and make sure to change her when she needs to be. Sometimes she’ll be pretty embarrassed and won’t tell you, just make sure to check every now and then, alright?” She whispered into his ear. Vaggie had to wear protection because she was pretty out of touch with her bladder when small. It was sort of like a trauma response though since she mainly regressed due to her traumatic experiences during exterminations. Using the big kid bathroom also made her slip out of her small headspace a lot.

“Alrighty, Charlie. Remember, I was around when you were a baby, I can handle this,” He assured her.

“Hmm, okay,” Charlie replied nervously. This was the first time Lucifer would be babysitting Vaggie. Sure, he’d taken care of her every now and then but Vaggie was a lot different.

“Okay, Sweetie, I have to leave now, but my dad’s going to stay here and watch over you. You’ll have tons of fun, I promise,” She kneeled down to the floor where Vaggie was playing.

“I’m gonna miss you…” She mumbled behind her pacifier.

“Oh, baby, I’ll miss you too,” She gave her a hug before she left the room and hotel.

Now she and Lucifer were alone in their giant bedroom. It was very nerve-wracking for Vaggie since she’s barely regressed around him before. It was scary. Her stomach grumbled which snapped her out of her scared thoughts.

“Looks like someone hungry! I’ll fix something up for you, don’t you worry!” He assured her. He summoned a small, floor chair with a tray attached to it. It was the perfect size for Vaggie. She was embarrassed at first and hesitated but once Lucifer assured her that it was alright and he wouldn’t judge, she crawled in. He set the tray down and made some cut up eggs appear. As he fed her, he noticed how worried and scared she was during the whole thing. She would eat with uncertainty and nervousness.

Once she was done and full, he took her out of the small seat and set her back in the middle of her mess of toys and books.

“What do you feel like doing?” He asked her. She shrugged, not knowing exactly what she wanted to do.

“How about a story? You want that?” He suggested. She nodded and slowly crawled over to his lap, still worried about being small around him. He smiled and opened the book.

He read about five books before Vaggie got bored. She held a kitty stuffed animal that reminded him of key-key. The stuffed toy was cute and he pet its head when he was done, which made Vaggie giggle a little.

She wanted to play by herself for a while so he sat at the desk, scrolling on his phone and updating Charlie about what was happening. He also made her a sippy cup with some juice in it.

“T-t’ank you,” She mumbled when he handed it to her. Lucifer lit up. She spoke! That must mean she trusts him! He got so happy that his smile reached all the way up to his eyes.

She drank all the juice so fast that it kind of scared him. Was she that thirsty? Or maybe she just liked the juice.

“You like the juice?” He asked. She nodded happily. Lucifer smiled.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. Vaggie did however have a tantrum when he went to change her diaper. She only allowed Charlie and Charlie only to change her but in the end, she ended up getting a fresh, new one on her anyways.

When Charlie came back, she found that Vaggie had managed to age back up on her own. She was now doing chores around the hotel, trying to make up for the time she’s lost. Lucifer told Charlie about what happened and all the details. She thanked him and the two went their separate ways.

#age regression #sfw agere #agere fanfic #regressuary #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel age regression #agere writing #padded age regression #padded agere #ageredips #agere diaps #sfw agere diapers #sfw diaper wearing #sfw age regression #sfw littlespace #sfw interaction only

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haowrld · 11 months

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cookie brownies — junhui x gn!reader

notes : fluff, one-sided crush, reader can’t cook, reader has a cat, ft.mingyu, profanity, confessions

an : aaa idk how i got 1000 words on this like wtf. anyway here's a jun story!! it's kinda rushed 😭 bcs i wanted to write smtg for his birthday (happy birthday junhui!!! 🐈 )

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“i wish i could help yn, but i’ve got some projects that i’m working on.” mingyu, who you are on a video call with, sighs as he lays down on his bed. “cookies or not, you don’t have to do something you’re not good at if you don’t want to.” mingyu said, “i know jun would still like whatever you make any day” he grinned.

you look at mingyu pouting, “but i want to make these cookies! it’s my way of telling him that i like him” you smile “i mean, if you want these cookies to be exactly what jun wants, just call up anyone who could cook, like shua, or dokyeom?” he suggested, “maybe even wonwoo could help you clean up with all the mess you made behind there.”.

you look behind your kitchen, flour has been spread to your kitchen as its box was left empty, and chocolate chips and milk has been spilled. there is a tray of cookies that were burnt. your cat jumps on the counter, sniffing at the mess that you have made as it looks at you disappointingly.

“i think i’ll be fine mingyu!” you said, looking over the oven, as you hear the beeping noise of the cookies that are done baking, you smell something burning. oh shit, “actually, nevermind! please call someone mingyu, please!” you immediately hang up on mingyu as you open the oven door, burnt cookies, again, your cat hisses at the smell as it jumps off the counter.

“ugh, another failed attempt…” you sigh putting all the burnt cookies in a plastic seal, at least you’ve got something to eat. picking up your phone, and you stare at your wallpaper; it was you and junhui taking a goofy picture at a photobooth together. you smile at the sight of jun making a weird face, he’s so adorable.

you thought about that moment on your phone, it was another day of hanging out with jun, though you felt something different with jun, you found him a little more prettier these days, and every little kind gesture and weird trinkets he give because he thinks you would like them, gosh, it was annoying your head, but you couldn’t help it, you had a crush on jun.

you shake the moment off your head and look at the mess that you have made. “you can do this, you can make the best cookies junnie has ever-“ you hear a knock on the door. “j-jun? what are you doing here!?” you open the door to find your pretty best friend holding a box of brownie mix, he lets himself in, your cat immediately goes to junhui, making him smile as he pets your cat.

getting up and setting the brownie mix near a table, he hugs you, letting you go, he gives you a sweet smile “hey, mingyu asked me to help you, he said it was about baking and i thought about your favorites, brownies!”. he smiles as he walks to the kitchen. your heart can’t take another one of his sweet gestures.

“well, let’s get started now!” jun said as he takes the box of brownie mix and holds your hand, your eyes widen as he looks at you with the cutest smile that you have ever seen as both of you go to the kitchen. “we’re making chocolate chip cookie brownies!”

“i honestly don’t know how we were able to clean up this easily..” you look at your now clean kitchen, surprised at how it used to be garbage for wasted ingredients a moment ago. thanks to jun and a little bit of elbow grease, you guys were able to begin making brownie cookies.

“let’s start with the ingredients, eggs, oil, and water” you help him take out some fresh carton of eggs, vegetable oil, and a cup of water. “great, now we just need some bowl and a whisk” he looks around the cupboard and brings out some extra ingredients plus two bowls, and an electric whisk.

“okay, where do we start first?” tapping on table, jun takes out the brownie mix and gives it to you, “i think you could start out something simple, this has some instructions…” jun turns the box and points the instructions, leaning close so that you’ll be able to know what he’s talking about. you shift awkwardly, moving away. “yep i think i get what you mean!” you smile, turning away as you look at the ingredients, you were screaming inside. he was so close!! holy shit, junnie is just so ahh!!! stay calm yn, you thought to yourself, cracking open an egg, just distract yourself and we will be able to finish these brownies!! wait no! don’t look at jun!

you slowly look at jun, who was already mixing the ingredients with the electric whisk, gosh! he’s pretty!! why did you look yn!? he’s so ughh! he turns to you and turns off the electric whisk, “need help? seems you’ve already got most of the ingredients right.” he takes the bowl and pours it on the greased pan.

“okay, now we just need to put the cookie dough in.” jun takes the cookie dough and places pieces of it on the brownie batter. you look at junhui as he was placing the pan in the oven. you thought about your burnt cookies, maybe jun would like it…? you decide that it wouldn’t hurt to try, maybe jun might like whatever you make.

“hey uh jun?” you tap on jun’s shoulder as he looks at you “yeah? what’s up?” jun asks “about the mess i made in the kitchen…?” you begin, “those burnt cookies,” jun tilts his head curiously, as you open your fridge to show the sealed burnt cookies to him, he looks at the cookies, then at you and smiles. “you made cookies for me?” he takes the bag and opens the seal, “i know it’s not good looking…but i wanted to make these for you because..” jun takes a bite of the cookie and the way he smiles at the taste, it didn’t matter if they were burnt, you made them for him and…

“i like you junhui!” the sounds of the oven indicated that the cookie brownies were done, but there was also another sound that jun had heard, his heartbeat. “yn..” he smiles before hugging you.

…it made him love you even more.

#🍙﹕written by mellow #jun x reader #jun x y/n #jun x you #junhui fic #seventeen junhui #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fics #seventeen fluff #seventeen au #junhui fluff #junhui x reader #junhui x you #junhui x y/n #svt fanfic

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whocarestbhly · 8 months

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ain’t sweet enough.

prologue: chocolates and strawberries.

part one

(a/n: this story contains mature themes such as domestic abuse, sexual themes, death of characters, and mild language)

other tags: fluff, Ichihime, angst, slow start, romance.

(a/n: also, this is my first story so go easy on me like Adele said, i’ll get better overtime. feel free to give me some advice and critique, i’ll listen and respond to you. not to those being a little disrespectful though. also, i feel as if Ichigo and Orihime don’t get no love, so that’s why i wanted to do this story. anyway, we’ll see how it goes. smooches!)

A Convenience Store in Tokyo, Japan. 2:56am.

‘And there I was. In the middle of the soda and beverage aisle. My mouth wide open and my eyes glued to probably the most beautiful person on the planet.’

The previously scowling man stood there openly staring at the red headed beauty, who was having a tough time deciding on which milk to buy. He told himself that he was only at the store to pick up a few staple items: bread, milk, eggs, cigarettes, and beer. Placing the last item on his list in the basket, he started to make his way to the cashier. That's when he stopped dead in his tracks.

Ichigo Kurosaki, a twenty year old man was a man who had problems of showing his emotions. He usually bore a mean scowl on his face, scaring many people off, and he was known as a rough troublemaker. Of course, he had crushes in the past and thought of some women as attractive, but he never acted on his thoughts. And honestly, they never kept his attention long. He’ll usually get caught up in his job, hanging out with his friends, or unintentionally beat some jerk’s ass. His friends tried to tell him that he should get a hold on his temper and stop scowling, or else he'll scare all the girls away.

God, he should've listened to their advice. While he was gawking at the oblivious beauty, his heart hammered against his chest, which is a feeling he rarely got. He could feel the blood rushing into his face, and his palms were getting all sweaty.

If any gangster saw the former infamous high school bad boy, Ichigo Kurosaki, getting flustered by some pretty lady, they would be finding themselves picking up their jaws.

Finally, the woman decided on 2% milk, and was heading towards the cashier, which was at the front. Thankfully, it was away from him. But then again, she's inching close to walking out the store, and there’s a chance he’ll never see her again. He became more anxious at that thought and he didn’t know what to do. It’s not like he didn’t want to speak to her, he just didn’t know how. He’s not what you would call a people person and he was completely fine with that until just now. For the first time, he wanted to talk to someone, a woman at that. He just doesn’t know how to go about it.

She happily laid her food items on the counter: butter, eggs, cheese, red bean paste, milk...

Okay, okay. Ichigo, we don’t even know this woman. It’ll be creepy to just ask for her number. Plus, she could be nuts for all you know.

He squared his shoulders, straightened his back, and held his usual determined scowl. Clenching his handheld store basket, he made his way to the counter. And he was there, one foot away from the being that was making his heart race.

"Okay that'll be-" The cashier was about to announce the total price, until the lady interrupted him.

"Oh, I knew I forgot something! I'll be right back Mister Urahara!" She hurried to the back of the store, and in a minute or less, she came back with a pack of strawberries. Her eyes laid on Ichigo's, which made his heart rate to a little more faster.

He nervously swallowed, and tried his absolute best not to coward. But unexpectedly, the red beauty gave him bright smile. "You don't mind if I cut in front, do you?" She innocently said, which would make him say yes to anything she'd request.

"Nah. I don't mind at all." Ichigo moved out the way. She smiled even wider, "Thank you, kind gentleman." She slid back, and placed the strawberries on the counter, and the old man rung it up. "Okay, that'll be $15.48." She gave him her debit card and waited for her receipt. When he gave it to her, she grabbed her bags and turned around. "See ya later Mister Urahara!"

"You be careful out there!" The old man smiled and waved. Again, her sweet gray eyes landed on Kurosaki's deep brown ones. "And thank you, kind gentleman." He gently waved back, "Don't sweat it."

She carried her two bags of groceries to her car, which was a red beetle. Put the bags in the trunk and hopped in the front and drove off. Welp, probably the last time you’ll see her again. He silently sighed but shook it off as he laid his items on the counter for the man to ring up. “How are you, Ichigo?” Mister Urahara, the owner of the store. He ran the store for the past eight years and has been a local for twelve years, so he’s pretty familiar with everyone around the area.

"Ya staying out of trouble?" He started to ring me up. I rested my elbow on the counter and cradled my head. "I can't afford to get in trouble." Then Ichigo released a long sigh, "I lost my job today."

The cashier grunted, "What's this? The seventh job you've quit for this year?" Mister Urahara chuckled finishing up his order. Ichigo rolled his eyes, "Nope it's only the second. Geez, I knew you was losing your memory but I didn't know it was this bad." Urahara chuckled rubbing his head as Ichigo continued, “But I had a good reason this time. He was working me overtime not even giving me the pay I deserve. I even tried to explain why I couldn't work late hours but he ignored me."

"That'll be $18.50” Mister Urahara said.

Ichigo sighed, "Kinda like you're doing to me right now."

"I heard every word you said, boy." Ichigo gave him his card. He swiped it. "Well, I guess it wasn't meant to be for that job." He gave me the bags. Ichigo was about to grab them and head towards the door but the man put his hand on his shoulder to stop him from doing so.

"If you need a job, you could work here. I know I always say that, but it’s the truth.” Urahara offered to him. He’s been offering Ichigo the same opportunity for the past months, but Ichigo gives him the same reply. "Please, old man. Why would I wanna work here? They're ain't that much pay in this job."

“True, true," The manager nodded in agreement and retreated his hand from his shoulder. "But the hours here are very flexible, meaning you could come in at anytime and leave at anytime." Ichigo grabbed his bags and headed towards the door, “Appreciate the offer once again, but no thanks.”

“Also, you get the chance to talk to my regular customer Orihime-san.” He mischievously smirked at the younger man and continued. “Yeah, yeah. I saw how you were drooling over the woman.”

Ichigo popped a vein, “Oi, just because you’re a perv, doesn’t mean I’m one. I’m not just gonna accept a job because of a girl.”

Urahara raised a brow, “Oh? So you don’t deny your attraction to the woman?” Ichigo narrowed his eyes and sucked his teeth, “Shut up.” As he slammed the door.

On his way back to his apartment, it started to rain.

"Damn it, why does it have to rain now?" Ichigo cursed to himself while driving on the presoaked roads. It was past midnight and in the middle of December. He didn't really care for driving, especially at night. He brought a cigarette to his mouth reached for his lighter in his back pocket. A thunder boomed in the background, and a thought crossed his mind. Why was she out so late anyway? A girl like her should be at the house getting her beauty sleep. There's perverts and dangerous men-

He almost choked on his cig.

But it was like fate were pulling them together, as he saw the red head on the side of the road, parked near a lake. It looked as if her red Volkswagen Beetle had broken down, due to all the smoke that was coming from her hood.

In a flash, he pulled over.

She was soaking wet, gripping her phone for dear life. "Please pick up Tatsuki-Chan...." She silently pleaded while on the verge of tears. She didn't like being alone in the middle of the night. The thought alone scared her. But she didn't have any food at home and she had to make the choice to stop to the store after work.

"Tatsuki here! Sorry I'm not at home at the mom-" Inoue Orhime let her anger get the best of her as she pulled her phone away from her ear and threw it on the soft ground. She huffed in annoyance, her beautiful face twisted in a distressed snare. "I want to cry." And she did cry. Her eyes puffed up as she looked under the hood. Her motor was giving off pure black smoke. She should've sold this car years ago but her heart couldn't allow her to do that. She held precious memories with Gumball (the name she gave the beetle).

Now, she was left stranded on the side of a highway while it was pouring cats and dogs. She didn’t even have the energy to grab her umbrella, she was already soaking wet. But then she heard a howling nearby. I should get in the car. Coyotes could be out tonight. But she heard a car door slam. Terrified, she whipped her head in the direction of the sound and looked into his eyes.

Chocolate. She remembers those chocolate brown eyes.

"H-hey." Her voice squeaked as she stared at the dude she just seen at the convenience store. He stared back at her as he casually strolled to the car. He looked under her hood, "Damn, the engine's blowed." He stated bluntly then looked at her face which had fresh tears. His eyes roamed her soaking wet body. He quickly turned his head away from her gorgeous curves as he inspected the car further.

"Looks l-like it." She tried to clear her voice to sound more confident but failed miserably. Ichigo looked at the busted motor with some thought. Moments later, he spoke. "I know a car shop around the corner. They can have your car ready for you in a day." He informed her, as she looked up at him surprised.

He gazed into her honey doe eyes, then there was that familiar pound to his heart. "I-uh got there number. I'll call them for you so they can fill in an appointment to fix your car.” He scratched the back of his head uneasily whilst melting under her gaze.

"You'll do that for me?" She asked the man who was more than a foot taller than her petite frame. He could've been intimidating to her if he didn't offer to do such kind things for her. He gulped but slightly smiled, “With no problem.” She gave him another one of her blinding smiles, making him blush a little. Then ran up to the man and side-hugged him. "Thank you, kind gentleman!” He tensed at the sudden hug and cool sensation. “Hey, you’re wet!” She quickly pulled back and chuckled, “Oops, sorry.”

He offered to drive her home and she nodded, thanking him again. He just waved it off and helped her groceries in the back of his Jeep. He also reminded her that he phone was on the ground. Embarrassed, she thanked him as she picked it up. It wasn't a quite drive after she decided that he wasn't a bad guy. In fact, he was rather nice. Ichigo would think on the contrary.

When they first got in the car, she hit him with a bus load of questions. "So kind gentleman, what's your name?" She delightfully smiled. He put the key in ignition.

"Kurosaki. Kurosaki Ichigo." The Jeep started and he offered her a hint of a smile. Her held out her hand, "Great name, kind-oop. Kurosaki-kun!" She giggles at her clumsiness, and he simply smirked while shaking her hand. He drove onto the road.

"What's your name?" Though, he kinda already knew because of the old man. "My name is Inoue Orihime!" She chirped, gladly introducing herself, placing her hand on her hips. "A superwoman in disguise!" She tried to laugh boisterously. He raised any eyebrow at her antics. Okay, she’s kinda nuts. But what’s bad about that?

"So what do you do for a living?" She freely asked, he smirked while reaching in his box for a new cig. "I sell drugs." He said bluntly putting the cig in the corner of his mouth. He lit the cig amused as he looked her face of shock. "K-Kurosaki-kun...."

"Just kidding. I'm actually out of work." He chuckled and she caught on and laughed with him. "Jeez, don't scare me like that, Kurosaki-kun." He chuckled a bit, “Same question for you. What do you do for living?” Orihime hummed, “I’m a part-time baker downtown. But my dream job is to become a nurse. I’m currently going to school for that.”

Ichigo let out a puff of smoke, “Really? Sounds like you got it all planned.” She smiled at him, “I’m trying. It’s not easy as you can see with what happened with my car.” He nodded his head, “Well, you can’t predict everything.” And she agreed and the car was silent for a moment until she spoke again.

“So, would do you wish to be?” She asked him a question on which he doesn’t dwell on anymore. But he hummed and pondered, “I don’t know yet. Right now, I just want a job that’ll pay the bills.” Orihime nodded her head this time and thought for a moment, “You know, you’ll make a great car inspector. Or someone who works in mechanics.” He laughed at that.

“You’re just saying that because I just helped you out.” She laughed with him. “Perhaps.”

After a smooth, short ride. Which was too short for Ichigo personally. The two redheads made it to her home safely. "Welp, we're here." She announced as he drove into the apartment complex's parking lot. He park in a random spot, "Yep." Ichigo said, somewhat deflated.

Honestly, he enjoyed the conversation they had up until now. Sure, the more she spoke, the weirder she was but it in a wholesome manner. Anyway, he became comfortable with her and kinda wanted to see more of her. But he didn't know how to bring that part up since they were now at her crib, dropping her off. He didn't just want to spring the question: 'Ay, so I think you and me hit it off pretty well. So what about it? Six o'clock at Seymour's Restaurant?'

A pregnant pause loomed inside the car. She cleared her throat, adding to the awkwardness. "Would you-"

"So um-"

They both spoke at the same time. Another pause entered until Orihime broke it with a soft giggle. "You go first." She said, he smiled lightly. "Okay, I wanted to know if we could...um, you know. Keep in touch?" He asked, unsure if it sounded too creepy. She blinked at him.

He shuffled in his seat at her reaction and continued to talk. "I-I know we just met like 15 minutes ago, but keep in touch so I’d know if everything went right with your car and you seem like decent company and I thought- n-never mind. If you don't want to, it's fine-"

Orihime laughed, loudly this time. "Kurosaki-kun, it's fine." She pulled out a notepad and written something on it. After a few seconds, she handed the paper to him. "Here's my phone number. My phone is wet right now since I dropped it. But make sure you text me so that I can have your number.” Orihime handed Ichigo the slip of paper. He smirked, “I will. Take care and make sure not to throw your phone in anymore water due to anger.” She giggled and pumped her fist into the air, "I'll do my best!" Ichigo slightly shook his head. Then her smaller hand was placed on his larger hands, "I did enjoy meeting you, Kurosaki-kun. I think you're nice company too." She smiled sweetly making the guy next to her blush. He fiddled with his collar, trying to loosen the fabric.

"Yeah. I do my best.” Was all he said, as she grabbed her belongings and said her final goodbyes as she walked towards her apartment. This was about to be very interesting, he thought. Little did he know, that was also what Orihime Inoue was thinking.

The old man had just finished counting the money in the register and was about to move to sweeping the nasty floor. He was humming an old tone, till he heard a car door slam from outside.

He didn't pay it no mind until a man came running frantically to the register. "What in the ham sandwich-" He stopped as he recognized the face. "Boy, whatcha doing around here again?"

"I'll take it." The orange head said, trying to catch his breath. The old man squinted at him like he grew a second head, "Take what?"

Kurosaki Ichigo gave him the same look, only with a hint of determination. "What do think I mean? The damn job!” He said as Urahara blinked in shock. Then the owner started to smirk but before he could say anything, Ichigo beat him to it.

“And no, it’s not because of the girl, you perv.” Ichigo rolled his eyes as Urahara chuckled but gave him some paperwork.

“Sure, it’s not.”

end of chapter.

(a/n: alrighty, that’s how we gonna start it. i’m going to be editing here and there. but lemme know if you guys want me to continue the story.)

#bleach #light angst #fanfic #romantic #ichihime #ichigo x orihime #orihime kurosaki #fluff #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #young adult #anime

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Reunited…and It Feels so Good

Joe Mazzello x fem!reader

requested by: @borhapgirlforlife19 (i hope you like it, hun xx)

warnings (im terrible at these): mentions of smut but nothing that deep (twss), lots of fluff, and a tiny bit of angst.

a/n: my first joe fic in a year or so 😬 i took a brief hiatus from writing in general so pls be gentle with me. im getting back into the swing of thangs. 😁 i hope you guys enjoy!

It's a special day today because someone is celebrating a birthday: your husband Joe of six years.

You couldn't wait to celebrate it with him because he's been gone for a long time—half of the year just about. But having him home safe and sound with his family has been such a relief. You missed Joe, but not as much as your four-year-old daughter Jade (Jay Jay, as you and Joe, would call her). That girl loves her father more than anyone in the world. Sometimes it'll make you a tad bit jealous when she shows more attention to him than you, but the thought goes away when you see them playing and laughing together.

She wanted to sleep with you two last night, but Joe wanted to spend some alone time with you. So instead, he decided to lay with her in her room until she fell asleep. Joe felt terrible, but his attention was entirely on her the whole day. Not that you both mind it; he just missed you and wanted to show you how much he did.

You looked over at him and smiled softly. Joe was sleeping peacefully. His under eyes showed how exhausted he was. Without waking him, you slowly removed the covers and left the bed. You tipped toed to the other side of the room to look for your night clothes, where Joe threw them, then quietly left the room, closing the door behind you.

You figured Jay Jay was asleep because it was almost seven a.m., but the sound of hard plastic and animated mouth sounds flowing through her cracked door told you otherwise. You softly giggled while opening her door wider. She was fully awake on her floor, playing with her Barbie dolls that she recently got from your parents last week. Her precious green-hazel eyes averted to you, and they lit up as she leaped off the floor and into your arms.

"Hi, princess," you said, smiling while hugging her back and kissing her temple. "You're up early…as always." you chuckled as you tickled her side, her giggles filling the air.

She calmed down and said, "I wanted to play Barbie with daddy when he wakes up. I was just waiting for him." He did promise her that he'll play all day with her. But, unfortunately, he didn't get the memo when she wanted to start bright and early. "Well, I think daddy needs to sleep a little longer."

"Why?" She pouted while moving her unkempt hair from her eyes. You began walking to the living room to sit her down with you to explain why.

"Because we need to surprise him. It's his birthday!"

Her eyes widen as she lets out a gasp, "Really?! I have to make him something!" She slides off the couch and runs back toward her room but stops before going further. "Wait! Mommy, you can make breakfast for daddy. Don't make him cereal. Make eggs and waffles for him, okay? And bacon!"

You couldn't help but laugh at the little diva toddler. "Yes, ma'am, I got it. Thank you for telling me."

She gives you a cheeky smile before running off, following to get off the couch to start Joe's birthday breakfast. Jade returned with her supplies and paper and asked you to help her put her things on the table. Once she got in the chair, you resumed back to cooking.

Joe eventually woke up when the smell of his favorite waffles hit his nose: Chocolate chip. Also, the sound of his daughter's laughter abrupted his sleeping. Hearing her laugh made his heart warm. He was so happy to wake up at home with his family instead of in a small rental apartment that gave him restless nights. He felt awful for missing half of the year without seeing Jay Jay, but he knew he could make it up to her soon enough.

He got out of bed to use the bathroom and brush his teeth before joining his family. Jay Jay was drawing while you made the next batch of waffles when Joe stopped in the living room to admire you both. Joe sometimes can't believe he has a family of his own, which he wanted for a long time—way before he met you. When he got to know you more, he was happy that you were on the same page as him wanting to start one someday. You were perfect for him and his daughter. Joe couldn't think of anyone better to be his wife and the mother of his children.

Jay Jay's attention turned to the movement she saw from the corner of her eye. Her hazel-green orbs met the same set staring back at her—gasping in surprise at the sight of her father. "Daddy!" she screeched, jumping from the chair and running into his embrace when he got down to her level to embrace her back. "Good morning, baby girl!" He pecks her cheek before picking her up.

"Happy Birthday!" she said with glee, her little arms stretched out, making Joe grin even harder.

"Well, thank you, Jay Jay. I appreciate it!" He gives her cheek some more kisses, which sends her into a fit of giggles. Joe has yet to shave his beard that he had to grow for the project he worked on, only because hearing Jay Jay laugh hysterically gives him a dopamine rush when he gives her kisses. You started to laugh while listening to them as you began whisking the eggs. Jade had a contagious laugh, and it was hard not to laugh with her. It was one of the cutest things about her.

Joe places her back down, and she grabs his hand (well, two of his fingers) to lead him to the table, "I made a gift for your birthday, daddy." She climbs back in her chair while Joe sits beside her, propping his arm on the back of the chair she was in to look at what she crafted for him. She picks up her handmade card buried underneath a pile of gold and red glitter, blowing off the excess before handing it to him carefully. Joe's mouth agape dramatically at the crafty card made from printer paper. "For me? You shouldn't have!”

With a cheeky smile, he opens it and laughs when more glitter spills out. 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY,' it says across the paper, written in marker with each word in different colors. Below it was stick figures of you, Joe, and Jay Jay standing outside our house surrounded by trees and hearts. It made Joe's heart swell. "Oh my gosh, thank you, baby girl! It's so beautiful!" He says while pulling her into his lap and kissing her cheek. Her small hands tried to pry his head away as another round of giggles escaped her mouth.

"You're welcome!" she says in between laughs. Joe could do this all day and never get tired of it. Jade returned to drawing, and Joe put the homemade card on the fridge. You had just finished the eggs and got ready to set the plates when Joe came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing gently on your neck. "And good morning to you, gorgeous."

You had wished Joe happy birthday around midnight after doing "late night activities" with him, which led to another round after you teased him about getting old and not being able to do that "thing" you always loved him to do.

Proving you wrong was an understatement.

"Good morning, birthday boy." you smiled, turning your head to kiss his lips before finishing up what you were doing. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept like a baby, thanks for asking. I missed that bed so much." He sighed as he placed his cold hands under your shirt, rubbing your warm tummy. "And I missed you laying next to me."

"Aww. Likewise, babe." You cooed, now placing a stack of waffles on Joe's plate. "I was asking if you were still interested in going out today. That's if you're too tired to."

"Well, I did want to go eat pizza for lunch, then come back home and enjoy the rest of my day with you beautiful humans." He tightens his arms around you, burying his face in your neck as you roll your eyes. "By that, you mean let your four-year-old boss you around all day."

"You know it." he chuckled, "You guys are my birthday gift."

"Oh, you are such a sap," you teased, turning around to peck his lips. "This is the only thing I'll ask you to do today: Will you help Jay Jay clean the table, please?"

"Yeah, right. Let's see how long it will take for you to ask me to do something else. I bet five minutes." He teased back before turning around to help little Jade with the table. You giggled when you saw a trail of glitter coming from the table to the fridge where he put the card. "You're probably right because you left a trail of fairy dust behind." you pointed out on the floor, and Joe looked down, a laugh escaping between his lips. "I did no such thing!"

"Yes you did, daddy!" Jay Jay giggles as she runs back to her room to put her stuff away. Joe fake gasped at her. "Not Jay Jay ratting me out."

"She's an angel, unlike you." you poked out your tongue, making Joe scoff. "Who said I was?"

Another giggle came out as you returned to finishing Joe's plate. You wanted to surprise Joe by putting whipped cream and sprinkles on his waffles. You set the table once it was clean, pouring everyone's favorite morning drink with the delicious dish you were about to demolish.

Joe marveled at the sweet breakfast treat before him, his smile resembling Jay Jay's on Christmas. "Oh, I'm just getting spoiled left and right today." He said. Jade walked back in and gasped. "Oh my gosh, Mommy, these look amazing!"

"They do, huh?" Joe said, pulling you into his side and looking up at you. "I think she did a pretty good job. Thank you, honey." You grinned and kissed his cheek. "Anything for you, babes."

Joe felt content now that he was home, even though he got home a few days ago. It doesn't steer away from the fact that he missed so much time away from his family. He missed birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries. So he did feel a little guilty that he was celebrating his birthday. But if it meant he could return home to his beautiful girls, he wasn't complaining.

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