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miekasa · 3 years

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iced tea

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: college au, levi is the best not yet boyfriend au, erwin would definitely be an insufferable project partner to have but you gotta love him au

+ summary: there are three rules of night class. come on time, come prepared, and come with snacks. you forget about rule number three. luckily, levi’s there to save the day.

There’s only one appeal to signing up for a three-hour night class, and it’s that you only ever have to muster up the will to attend once a week. It’s a sacrifice, but it definitely cuts down on the temptation of skipping like you would a normal, one-hour section course. Just one and done.

Plus, you have Erwin with you in this class. Is he a little bit of a professor’s pet and consistently overly chipper every class despite knowing he’s about to endure 180 minutes of lecture? Sure, but at least you don’t have to suffer alone.

Really, it’s not as bad as it sounds, especially if the course is interesting enough, or easy enough, and luckily for you, yours is both. Not to mention, your professor is brilliant, actually entertaining, and does her best to keep the class engaging—she’s funny in the dorky, lovable professor kind of way. And she gives you short, ten to fifteen minute breaks at every hour mark just to make sure everyone doesn’t completely lose their minds.

It’s a commitment, but you’ve grown to actually enjoy it. As long as you follow the three rules of night class: come on time, come with your notes prepared so that you don’t get upstaged by Erwin, and come with—

“Fuck,” you curse, watching as Erwin pulls out one of his many, tiny, organic, boxed juices. The ones meant for children with soy sensitivities that Erwin claims are packed with more nutrients.

“What’s up?” He questions, more shocked than concerned, at your sudden profanity as he sets his juice box in the right corner of his desk.

You pout. “I forgot to bring snacks.”

Come on time, come with your notes prepared so that you don’t get upstaged by Erwin, and come with snacks. Those were the only three rules of night class, and you’d completely forgotten about the most important one.

“Oh,” Erwin grins, pulling a chocolate bar from his lunch bag and taunting you with it, “Sounds like a you problem.”

You snatch a piece from the top corner, stuffing part of it into your mouth to spite him; but you regret your choices as soon as it melts on your tongue.

“What the fuck—is this mint chocolate?” you complain, swallowing the rest of the sweet with disdain.

“Yes it is,” Erwin huffs, grabbing the remaining stolen bit from between your fingers and popping it into his mouth, “And it is delicious.”

“You’re an actual menace to society.”

Erwin crinkles his nose at you, “A menace to society with snacks for the next three hours.”

His comment makes you groan, albeit a little dramatically, and you slump back in your chair to debate your options. Class doesn’t start for another twelve minutes; you could try and run to the student center quickly to buy some last minute snacks, but the line was probably already lengthy with students of similar trains of thought, meaning you’d be late if you stuck it out, which would leave you violating rules one and three tonight. Erwin makes you sit in the front row with him, and you were not willing to take the late walk of shame with an armful of snacks in tow.

You could wait it out until the first hour break, but they’ll probably be sold out of anything good by then, not to mention the race to beat out the line again. If you played your cards right, you could order food during class and time it so that it was delivered during your break, but that was risky.

Alternatively, you could try and sprint to the concessions stand near the library, but going there and back was so much further away than the student center; you’d probably end up late, too.

“Hey,” you call to Erwin, refraining from rolling your eyes as he sets all six thousand and twenty eight of his colored pens on his desk for the evening, “Is Hange still on campus?”

“No, they have work today.”

You groan. Why did Hange have to be so responsible and good with their time-management skills. They was your last hope. Unless—

“Do you think Levi will bring me Starbucks?”

“Probably,” Erwin shrugs, humming to himself; but then he thinks it over, replying again with a knowing smirk on his face, “Actually, definitely. If he’s still here, but he probably is. You know him.”

You pout, the possibility of Levi being home is high, but so is that of him being cooped up in his favorite library. Either way, he would likely be studying right now, and you’d hate to disturb him, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[sent 6:47pm] you — leeevaaaaaaaaai are you still on campus

[received 6:47pm] leeevaaai — yes — why, what’s wrong

[sent 6:47pm] you — uwu — wanna bring me something from starbucks before class — i have my 3 hour lecture today and i forgot snacks :—( — and erwin won’t share his organic $1500 whole foods gummy bears with me

[received 6:48pm] leeevaaai — i told you i don’t like the smileys with the noses, they’re ugly — should you even be drinking coffee this late, you’ll be up until the ass crack of dawn

You scoff audibly, and Erwin takes this as an invitation to peep at your screen. Your comment about his snacks does not go unnoticed, as bitterly munches on his (yes, in fact, organic and gluten-free, as if it being mint flavored wasn’t criminal enough) chocolate bar.

[sent 6:48pm] you — that’s RICH coming from you mister

[received 6:48pm] leeevaaai — you’re being awfully rude to someone you expect to buy you a $7 drink

[sent 6:48pm] you — hehe sorry i loooove you leeevaaai — venti iced chai latte — light ice

[received 6:49pm] leeevaaai — do you think i don’t know your overpriced starbucks order by now

[sent 6:49pm] you — uwu :—)

[received 6:49pm] leeevaaai — but you’re getting a grande, i’m not made of money — and it’s punishment for sending another ugly nose smiley

[sent 6:49pm] you — un-uwu

“I don’t blame him,” Erwin chuckles, scrunching the wrapper from his now finished bar between his fingers.

You flick him away, ignoring the turning heads of your classmates as Erwin’s pens fall in the aftermath. It’s seven o’clock on the dot when your laptop pings loudly with an incoming message from Levi—and a subsequent groan from Erwin, who breeches your personal space once more to press the mute button on your keyboard.

[received 7:00pm] leeevaaai — where are you sitting

[sent 7:00pm] you — front row to the right — erwin’s idea not mine

Levi spots Erwin’s bright blonde hair before he sees you, scoffing to himself as he makes his way to the front of the room; a tray with three Starbucks cups, and a plastic bag in tow. Erwin sees him first, too, waving at him as he crosses from the left side to where the two of you are seated.

“Aw, Levi, you brought me one!” Erwin all but squeaks, reaching for one of the other drinks with grabby hands after you take your iced drink from the tray.

But Levi pulls one hot drink from the tray for himself, and pulls the remaining one out of arm’s reach. “As if,” he grumbles, bringing his own cup to his lips.

“You’re the best, Levi,” you smile, sticking your tongue out at Erwin. Levi only offers you a small nod as acknowledgement. He extends his left hand now, the plastic bag sliding off his wrist and onto your desk, silently.

Confused, you lean forward, setting your drink down to open the contents of the bag. Inside, there are two granola bars, a bagel, cream cheese, some kind of sandwich, and a small Nutella to-go cup with mini breadsticks attached. When you look back up at Levi, he simply shrugs, sipping on his drink again while a light pink dusts over the tips of his ears.

“You said you forgot your snacks,” he explains, “I knew you’d text me the whole time, bitching about how Erwin wouldn’t share his zero-calorie lemon rinds if you didn’t have your own.”

You take note that the chai he brought you was, in fact, a venti, and not a grande like he’d threatened, and that the granola bars in the bag are not only your favorite flavor, but from your favorite brand, too; and you find yourself smiling as you decipher the very clear message underneath Levi’s less than poetic words.

“What’s in the other cup?” Erwin asks, pointing at the remaining drink. Levi carefully lifts it from the tray, and sets it down on the other corner of your desk, a safe distance away from your laptop.

“Tea,” he says shortly, “So you don’t lose your mind after inhaling your coffee.”

“This is tea, too. Chai is tea, Levi.”

“Tea without milk or six kilograms of sugar,” Levi corrects you, “Or ice.”

“Iced tea is tea, you know.”

Levi doesn’t respond to that with anything but a glare. You smile at his stoicism. Erwin thinks the whole exchange is kind of weird, and wonders where you possibly get the gall to make fun of his taste in snacks when you can’t even realize you’re in love with a man who refuses to identify iced tea as a valid form of tea.

“I better go before she starts,” Levi speaks, a single hand referencing to your professor behind him, who looks just about ready to begin class for the evening, “Call me when you’re done, I’ll drive you two home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, Erwin and I usually take the b—”

“Brat,” Levi cuts your words short, “Call me when you’re finished. I’ll be in the library.”

You throw daggers at him with your eyes, but your resolve is waning, once again, as you closely read at the implications of Levi’s promise. You accept, and Erwin is more than happy for the free ride.

Levi hums. “And eat the bagel before the Nutella.”

“You’re annoying.”

“I’m a saint,” Levi deadpans, placing the palm of his hand on the top of your head affectionately, “Call me.”

He walks away before you can debate again, just as your professor speaks into the microphone to grab everyone’s attention. You scrunch your nose, hands flying to your hair to smooth out the aftermath of Levi’s playfulness, before opening your notes for the evening.

“You’re really dense aren’t you?” Erwin asks, one eyebrow raised, but the overall look on his face is more than fond, “It’s kind of cute.”

“Huh?” you question, cheeks stuffed with food as you bite into your bagel, “Dense about what?”

Erwin shakes his head, turning back to laptop with an exasperated expression, the fondness in his eyes fading quickly. “Hopeless,” he mumbles, “The both of you.”

#aot x reader #snk x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman smut #levi fluff #levi smut #erwin x reader #eren x reader

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justdaphne · 3 years

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The crows at an amusement part

Nina:

Every five minutes or so, you’ll see her with different food. Popcorn, cotton candy, breadsticks, hotdogs

Wait till she finds the waffle stand

“THESE ARE SO GOOD THIS IS THE BEST OMG I NEED MORE SOMEONE BUY ME MORE PLEASE I NEED IT IT IS MY DRUGGl”

Her hands are full with food

I feel that she’s that type to wear the merchandise

Takes a lot of pictures and it annoys Matthias and Kaz

“OH MY GOD MATTHIAS TAKE A PICTURE OF ME HERE” *poses*

“AND HERE!” *poses*

She loves roller-coasters or any ride that involves heights but she screams as if she was burning in hell

Money-spending spree for her

She likes winning prizes in one of those mini-games and if she doesn’t win she does it again and again and again

She updates her Instagram every ten minutes or so

Wylan:

Balloon collector??

He likes going on the carousel ride with Jesper

Wylan dragged Kaz into it too

He’s literally having the time of his life on the carousel

He HATES those big, tall rides but:

“Cmon Wylann don’t be a chicken” says Nina

“But-“

“CHICKEN”

“...fine”

He shuts his eyes tightly every drop and clings on tight to Jesper

He also likes to spend his money on unnecessary merch. He’s rich so who cares

Kaz

Not sure why he came but he’s here anyway

A little kid thought that he was one of the cosplayers there:

“Mummy look! A villain!”

“WTF?”

Inej gives him the hoho-u-better-shut-ur-mouth look

yea he’s morally grey 🙄

As we know, since Wylan managed to drag him on the carousel, as he’s riding it Nina and Inej laugh their ass off and Nina takes pictures of him

He glares.

Like ok imagine this:

Instead of look upfront he looks to the side of the people watching, and gives the kazzle dazzle glare. ✨DEATH glare✨

Hah and you thought they stopped taking pictures. They kept doing it

He stole “something” from “somewhere”(as he says)

On the roller coaster ride he sits next to Inej.

He won’t admit that he was terrified of the drop, he didn’t scream but he held on to Inej’s hand tightly

He carries the map around

On one of the mini-games, he won a crow plushie and gave it to Inej

Inej

She had a great time

most of her time is spent next to Nina

She pays for everyone’s meals. She’s seen with a breadstick, nothing else.

Inej managed to sneak into the front row in the line

She LOVES the big, tall rides. She isn’t scared of it. She deals with heights anyway as the Wraith

I feel like Inej likes the attraction rides. She points out to the decorations.

“AWW I LOVE THISS”

Inej and Jesper compete in one of the mini-games. It gets super intense.

She wins almost all the time but Jesper insists on a rematch.

At some point, Inej let’s him win

Inej bought them all merchandise

Jesper

He’s dressed, top to bottom, in merchandise.

The hat, the shirt, the pants, his sandals. All from his last visit

Both him and Nina are stocking up on food

His hands are filled with balloons, food, shopping bags

As they were queuing for the roller coaster, “if I die and either of y’all survive, make sure I have an open casket”

“Jesper you little sh-“

He screamed really loud on the roller coaster and after that, he dramatically ‘fell’ because he was ‘dizzy’

I suppose he rode all the rides there is in that amusement park but he likes the chaotic rides the most

He, Wylan, Nina and Matthias does face painting. Not like Matthias had a choice

On one of the performance, Jesper managed to steal the show and all eyes on him

“What is Jesper doing up there- OH MY GOD”

Matthias

I feel like both Matthias and Kaz spent the most time together. In silence. Sitting on the bench, waiting

He prefers the calmer rides like the boat ones. Little does he know that boat rides aren’t calm

He loves the attraction rides. He finds them fascinating. One of the attractions were about Fjerda and guess who complained

“What the- this doesn’t look remotely close to Fjerda! What is this? I’ve never seen that? Is that suppose to be a wolf? That looks like a dog!”

“Drüskelle. Calm. Down. Shut. Up. No. One. Cares. ”

He takes a lot of pictures of Nina. Pretends he hates it though. Something about keeping many picture of Nina gives him joy

Nina forced him to wear a lousy looking T-shirt that says ‘MAGIC IS REAL!” that she got for him in one of these shops

He gets a slushee I suppose. The ice reminds him of home

“Now that was fun innit?” Jesper says as they walk out. “Where are we going tomorrow?”

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apopcornkernel · 3 years

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good luck kiss

@theladyfae requested 13 with multichat i owe u my life now kfjhad

806 words. asks are still open, check my pinned post for info :D

#13: person A kissing person B’s forehead

Multimouse streaked across Paris, jump rope looping in the air as she used it to make her way to the akuma that was currently wreaking havoc all over the city.

Tikki was out of commission—she'd fallen sick, again, and so Chat had begged Ladybug to call in Marinette once again, citing the fact that Multimouse's identity was one of the few that Miracle Queen had, curiously, been unable to uncover.

“ALL SHALL BOW BEFORE THE BAGUETTE THAT BE!”

Multimouse winced. The Baguettiverseologist, or, as Chat had taken to calling them, Baguette, had been spewing the same sort of nonsense all afternoon as if it were the gospel truth. The akuma didn't look like much—a wild-haired scientist, wielding a baguette with one hand—but Baguette had escaped de-akumatization for a maddening two hours.

“So, what's the plan?”

Chat Noir looked up as she dropped down on the rooftop next to him, her arms gracefully outstretched for balance. He lit up, beaming. “Ma— Multimouse!”

“The one and only,” she said, smiling. “Ladybug sent me to help.”

Chat pumped a fist upward in victory. “Ha! She's finally caved. I knew you'd be a good person to have on our team.”

Marinette suppressed a giggle. “Aw, you flatter me, Chat.”

A rumbling suddenly sounded from below, interrupting their friendly banter. All of a sudden, Baguette shot up to their level, massive and looming in an aromatic, baguette-made armor.

“CHAT NOIR,” the akuma roared, “SURRENDER YOUR MIRACULOUS AND BOW!”

Chat raised an eyebrow. “I don't think I will.”

Marinette readied her rope. “Now's a good time for a plan,” she whispered urgently.

“Yeah, yeah, let me think for a sec.” He turned back to Baguette, jaw working as he tried to—distract? Annoy?—the akuma. “Say, is Hawkmoth a believer, too? Shouldn't you be going after him, with that breadstick of yours?”

The Baguettiverseologist's eyes glowed red. “BREADSTICK?” it thundered. “THIS IS NO MERE BREADSTICK. THIS IS THE HOLY OF HOLIES, A BAGUETTE FASHIONED IN THE WAY THE BAGUETTE THAT BE INTENDED IT. YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR BLASPHEMY!”

Raising his now massive baguette high, he brought it down on them, Marinette and Chat diving away in separate directions, just barely avoiding the crush.

Multimouse ran across the rooftops, casting wild looks behind her as Baguette stomped in her direction.

“Chat Noir!” she yelled, “Plan! Now!”

Speak of the devil and he appears—so, too, did Chat Noir, dropping out of nowhere to haul Multimouse out of sight.

“The akuma's in the baguette, right?” he said, panting softly from exertion as he leant against the wall. “How does bread hold up against an invasion of rats?”

He paused. “Or in this case, mice.”

Multimouse grinned, thinking back to the fortunate few times her parents' bakery had been subjected to the like.

“That's perfect.” Unwinding her rope and skipping, she eagerly summoned her power. “Multitude!”

With each leap, she shrank, mini versions of herself appearing out of her black boots. After a few more turns of the rope, Multimouse was no more—there were only the Minimice, each one barely two inches tall.

Chat knelt down and offered a hand. Three of the Multimice clambered up immediately, and once his hand had brought them to eye level, one of them cupped her tiny hands around her mouth. “Just get us on the akuma, and we'll be all set,” she said. “Keep it distracted. Afterward, you can just cataclysm the akuma.”

Chat blinked, staring down at the diminutive trio. In the corner of his vision, he could see the rest of the Multimice stretching their limbs in preparation. “How do you know that'll work?”

The first one looked at its partners, panicked. “Ah—”

“Uh—” The second swiveled towards the third.

“L— Ladybug told us!”

All three sighed in relief.

“Yeah,” said the first one, taking control once more. “She's the Guardian. I trust her.”

He shrugged. That was good enough for him. “Okay.”

“Anything else?” the third piped up.

“...A kiss for luck?” He grinned at them cheekily.

As one, they rolled their eyes.

“I feel bad for Ladybug,” the second (Or was it the third? He couldn't tell anymore.) said, a smile on her face.

Chat puffed up, put out. “Hey!”

Before he could say another word, though, two of the Multimice used their clasped hands to push up a third with secret grins.

The Multimouse at the top smirked, and then darted forward to dot a tiny kiss on his forehead. “Is that good enough?”

Chat went red.

“Y— Yeah. Uh. Thanks,” he squeaked.

Giggling, she booped his nose, and then jumped back down, joining hands with her two other clones. “Okay, then. We're off!”

And with that, the three of them leapt off to join their fellow Multimice, Chat scrabbling to his feet as he tried desperately to wipe the blush off his cheeks.

#miraculous ladybug #multichat #marichat #multimouse #chat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #lets play spot the guild inside jokes #my fics #love u fae tysm for requesting multichat <3 #lovesquare

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nerdyfangirl67 · 3 years

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Home for Christmas - Criminal Minds Reader Insert (12 Days of Christmas)

Pairing: Hotch x fem!reader, Jack Hotchner x reader (maternal relationship

Warnings: angsty at the beginning, lots of Jack x reader moments, fluff ending!

Word count: 2431

A/N: Y/F/C/M stands for your favorite Christmas Movie and Y/N/N stands for your nickname. I also believe that Aaron is the kind of person who texts with correct grammar, although he may use sentence fragments if he is short on time, so that is incorporated into this one-shot. This one came to me while listening to a Christmas song, called “Home” by Blake Shelton and Michael Bublé (linked below). I really enjoyed the idea of this one (it may have gotten away from me a bit!)

Home by Blake Shelton ft. Michael Bublé

So here it is, hope y’all enjoy it! If you’re looking for another Christmas fic to read, check out my Mini-Series masterlist, where the rest of my Christmas one-shots are.

I know there aren’t any Aaron x Jack moments in the story but this was the GIF I thought fit best :)

“Y/N, it 's Aaron. I, uh, I won’t be making it home in time for Christmas. We have yet to get a break in the case, so it could be another week before I’m home. I know you had a lot planned for Christmas, and I’m sorry I won’t be able to celebrate with you. I’ll try to call, but I can’t promise anything. I love you. Tell Jack I love him.” Aaron’s voice crackles in your ear as you listen to the voicemail he’d left you earlier, as in 3 am, that morning for the eighth time.

It had been the first time you had heard his voice in almost a week and part of you was overjoyed. The other part of you was exasperated. You knew he was dedicated to his work, you had known it since the two of you had started dating, but it still hurt. Every time he worked late and didn’t let you know hurt. Every time a case went longer than expected, it hurt. Every time you went to bed alone, his side of the bed untouched and cold, hurt. And it didn’t hurt any less now, despite your suspicions upon hearing the team had taken another case, so close to Christmas, that he would miss the holiday altogether.

You let out a sigh as you stand up from where you had been sitting on the couch, wrapped in a Christmas throw blanket. You take your empty glass, which had been filled with your favorite holiday drink, into the kitchen and place it in the sink. You double-check the apartment door, making sure it was both deadbolted and locked (something Aaron had ingrained in you to do while he was away), before making your way towards the master bedroom. You stop at the door to Jack’s bedroom, cracking it open and using the light of the hallway to look at him.

Jack was sprawled out in his bed, fast asleep. Tiptoeing into the room so as not to wake him, you reach his bed and pull the discarded comforter up off the floor, placing it on top of Jack and gently tucking him in. “Your daddy loves you Jack, and so do I.” You say softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead, giving him a long look, before making your way back out of his room.

Upon reaching your bedroom, you head to Aaron’s dresser. You find one of his sweatshirts, well-worn and baggy, grab it from the drawer, and pull it on as you climb into bed. You didn’t typically wear his sweatshirts while he was home, but whenever he was away, it helped ease the ache created by his absence. After getting settled underneath the covers with your nose pressed into Aaron’s pillow, you soon fall asleep.

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You are up early the next morning, quickly climbing out of bed before you realize that you have the next few days off, the 23rd (today) through the 26th for Christmas. You had used a few vacation days to extend your Christmas ‘vacation’, as you and Aaron (who had thought he would have had Christmas case-free) had wanted to spend time with Jack, as a family.

You couldn’t bring yourself to climb back into bed so you head downstairs, the idea of making breakfast for Jack coming to mind. Even though Aaron wouldn’t be home for Christmas, you still wished to make this Christmas special for Jack, just as you had planned to with Aaron. After going through your email and having a cup of your favorite morning beverage, you head into the kitchen. A few minutes of looking and you find your recipe for gingerbread waffles, a favorite from your childhood, and start gathering the ingredients.

Fifteen minutes later and you have your first batch of waffles made, bacon sizzling in a pan on the stove, and orange juice in glasses on the table. Christmas music is playing softly in the background when a small voice has you whipping around.

Jack is standing in the middle of the kitchen, his hair standing up at different angles on his head, and one of his hands sleepily rubbing his eyes. “Good mornin’ mama.” Despite not being his birth mother, Jack had been calling you mama since you had moved in with him and Aaron, over a year ago now. And every time you heard it, you were still overcome by joy.

You pull the boy into your arms, giving him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Hi bud. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept good mama. What are you making?” He asks curiously, peering around you to look at the stove.

You stand and briskly stride back to the stove to flip the bacon and check on the waffle you had cooking before you turn back to Jack. “Gingerbread waffles and bacon.” You answer, plating one of the waffles and some bacon before bringing it to the table. “Here buddy. Eat up.” You said, placing the plate next to the glass of orange juice. Jack bounces to the table, sitting down and quickly digging in.

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After breakfast, and a few games of twenty questions, you decide to take Jack to the ice skating rink not too far from the apartment. The two of you bundle up and hail a cab to the rink. You spend the five minute ride to the ice plex with Jack in your arms as the two of you play a game of “I Spy.”

The cab reaches the ice rink, and after paying the driver you and Jack venture inside. You let out a laugh as he exclaims in excitement at all the trophies, fancy ice skates, and photos of skaters in the lobby. You rent a pair of skates for the two of you, before leading jack out to the seating around the rink. It takes you a few minutes to get skates on, and to help Jack with his but a few short minutes later the two of you are out on the ice.

It is apparent that you are out of practice and try as you might, you fall several times. Jack is actually skating better than you and soon he is ‘teaching you’.

“Mama, make sure you aren’t leaning backwards. That might be why you’re falling.” The nine, almost ten, year-old’s advice was helping you to stay on your feet for longer than thirty seconds. You had even started to move cautiously along the edge of the rink, with Jack skating confidently in front of you. The two of you stay out on the ice until Jack tells you he is cold. Admittedly, you were starting to get cold yourself, but you didn’t want to end Jack’s fun early.

After ice skating, the two of you go to Jack’s favorite pizza place, a little Italian place (the boy had developed sophisticated taste buds, thanks to a certain David Rossi), within walking distance from the apartment. The two of you have a lunch filled with cheesy pizza, endless breadsticks (which both you and Jack enjoyed thoroughly), and lots of laughs.

Then, upon returning to the apartment, the two of you cuddle up on the couch and watch Christmas classics. You share with Jack some of the movies you had grown up watching (Y/F/C/M and Y/F/C/M) and he shares some his favorites with you (The Grinch and Santa Buddies).Your movie marathon only stops when you whip up a quick dinner, which the two of you eat in about ten minutes at the table, and when you get up and pop some popcorn for one of the movies. Jack stays up way past his bedtime, but knowing that neither of you have to get up early the next morning has you being more lenient with his bedtime.

The next day passes in much of the same fashion. You and Jack take a walk, intent on finding the best Christmas decorations within walking distance. Although you had found some pretty cool decorations, Jack definitely won when he spotted the house decked out with a 12 Days of Christmas theme. Then the two of you stopped for lunch at one of the sidewalk vendors, something that Aaron probably would frown upon.

After lunch, you and Jack went to a Christmas pop-up village, where you watched the ‘elves’ wrap presents and people take pictures with Santa. The two of you ordered deluxe hot chocolates and sat on a bench, listening to a choir sing Christmas carols. Jack sang along to the ones he knew and he even convinced you to sing along with some too.

You two return to the apartment in late afternoon, shortly after which, the two of you start making Christmas cookies. You roll out the dough, while Jack stamps the cookie cutters into it, creating a variety of Christmas themed cookies. As the several batches of cookies bake, Jack reads to you from the kitchen’s small island as you follow the recipe for a sugar cookie frosting. When the cookies, and the frosting, are finished, you and Jack set to decorating the cookies.

Three hours and an order of takeout later, and you have four dozen frosted cookies scattered across the kitchen counter tops, three bags of mostly eaten takeout, two empty mugs, and one frosting and crumb covered boy fast asleep on the couch.

You can’t help but smile as you look at the plate of cookies Jack decorated, not for Santa, but for Aaron when he returned from the case he was working on.There were several Santas, a Rudolph reindeer, a present, and a Christmas tree. As you cover the plate in plastic wrap, you can’t help but think that you would give just about anything to talk to Aaron for a while. It had been two days since he had left the voicemail, and since then all you had gotten were a few short texts.

“Case progressing. Miss you and Jack.”

“Finally developed a profile. Love you Y/N/N.”

“Thought we had an unsub, but looks like we were wrong.”

“I love you and Jack. Wish I could be holding you both in my arms.”

You heave out a sigh and get to work doing the dishes from dinner and your baking escapade with Jack. The dishes, and tidying up of the kitchen, takes far longer than you want and it’s close to ten before you are gently waking Jack from the couch. You tenderly guide him down the hallway, making a pit stop in the bathroom to help wash some of the frosting off of Jack’s hands and face. After Jack is frosting free, with freshly brushed teeth and clean pajamas, you get him settled in bed. You read him “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” and listen to him sleepily tell you about the gifts he thought might be under the tree, after which you tuck him in and give him a kiss good night.

You take your time getting ready for bed, wishing the entire time that you would be crawling into bed with Aaron, where you would spend the rest of the night in his arms. But, alas, you are greeted with a cold, empty bed, which you reluctantly climb into as you shoot Aaron a quick text, wishing him a happy Christmas Eve and adding a short ‘I love you.’ You try to read a few pages in your latest book, but your mind isn’t into it. Instead you stare at the softly blinking Christmas lights shining in from the hallway, through the small crack between the door and the door jam, letting the rhythmic changing of the lights lull you to sleep.

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You wake up to what sounds like the heavy apartment door swinging shut and the floorboards creaking, followed by a low thud and a muttering voice, which you can’t quite make out. Your heart is thudding wildly in your chest as you anxiously climb from the bed and tiptoe to the door of the bedroom. You can’t see any figures in the hallway, so you creep across the hall, placing a hand on the doorknob to Jack’s bedroom and noiselessly start to turn it open. You are so focused on opening the door and getting to Jack that you don’t notice the figure coming down the hallway towards you. A soft hand on your shoulder has you whipping around, landing a heavy hit with the heel of your hand to the intruder’s face.

“Son of a-” You immediately recognize the voice as Aaron’s, which makes you gasp in shock.

“Aaron. I didn’t know it was you. I’m so sorry.” You say, as you start to fuss over him. You try to guide him to the bathroom, in hopes that you might be able to help him there, but his hands stop you.

“Y/N, I’ll be alright. All I need is you in my arms.” His words, albeit a bit slurred (probably from the present throbbing in his face) bring a warm, fuzzy feeling into your chest and a cheesy grin to your face. You start to move towards the bedroom, but he pulls you close, scooping you up and easily carrying you back to the bed. The heat created by his body only leaves for a moment as you watch him, in the dull light, strip off his suit jacket and tie, before returning to your side. He pulls you incredibly close, his face in the crook of your neck breathing you in.

You don’t say anything, rather you just take comfort in his presence as you play with the small hairs at the back of his neck. “Gosh, I missed you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before looking up into your eyes. One of his hands comes to rest on your cheek, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheekbone.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.” He says, giving you another kiss, this time on the lips. His kiss is slow and tender, as if he wanted to savor the moment and make it last as long as possible.

Once you pull back, and catch your breath, you whisper, “Merry Christmas Aaron.”

He smiles at you, pressing another, much shorter, kiss to your lips. “I think I’ll wait for later in the morning to let Jack know I’m home; let it be a Christmas surprise for him.” He says, tightening his hold on you.

You smile back at him. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. For now, let me just appreciate my Christmas surprise.”

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vangoghmusings · 4 years

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are you hiding too? part two | shoto todoroki x reader

summery: part two of “are you hiding too?” read part one here: ✿✿✿

college au + nsfw

pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader

word count: >3,000

warnings: cussing, mention of drugs and alcohol, nsfw, oral, intercourse

a/n: oh my goodness, i can’t believe you guys wanted a part two!! and with smut?! lord have mercy, i can’t believe i’m giving y’all permission to be horny on main smh...oh well >:) i had a really great time writing this and if you guys dont like it i might actually cry...hehe enjoy!!

taglist: @mixfi @lilacskyura @brownmoonchild (comment or message me if you would like to be added)

After what seemed like ages of attempting to drag Mina and Ururaka to their shared dorm, you finally managed to put them into bed. You felt drained, the two of them were completely drunken toddlers. Except worse because they reeked of vomit and were far from cute.

You walked took the stairs to your own dorm, sneaking in quietly. Tsu was asleep in her room, and you did your best to not wake her up. Your phone chimed, signaling you had failed.

“Shit shit shit,” You whispered, quickly turning your phone on silent. You made your way into your room, closed the door behind you, and plopped onto your bed. You exhaled deeply, exhausted from your night before looking at who had texted you.

unknown number: hey, y/n its shoto :-)

You blinked and bit your lip, your cheeks heating up. You recalled the nights events. You had only just truly met Shoto, but the way he kissed you made it seem like you had known him for a lifetime. Before you could reply, you heard your name being shouted from your window. You hurried over to the window and peered your head out. On the sidewalk below stood the very drunk Denki Kaminari and a plastered Eijiro Kirishima.

“Oh y/n, y/n, let down your hair!!” Kirishima sang, his words slurring together.

“Nah man you gotta be like, HEY Y/N FLASH ME YOUR TITS!” Kaminari wailed, flinging his shirt in the air.

You rolled your eyes, “Go to bed boys.”

Their eyes widened seeing you look down at them. Kirishima cleared his throat.

“Shall I compare thee to a summers day-”

“CMON Y/N, LET US UP! WE’LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE,” Kaminari sang, thrusting his hips out in the air suggestively.

You laughed and shut the window and closed your curtains. You hopped into the shower, washing off the smell of weed, alcohol, and Mina’s vomit. You got into your pajamas and crawled into bed. You remembered the text from Shoto and eagerly grabbed your phone, replying quickly.

you: hi shoto, did the party die down?

shoto: yes, thank goodness. did you get home safely?

you: yes :) thank u,, hows whiskers?

shoto: he left me for koda :-(

you: oh you poor thing!

shoto: i know what would make me feel better though...

you: hm? whats that

shoto: can we go on that date sooner? like, sunday?

you: sounds perfect :)

It was Friday going into Saturday. You almost wished he’d ask to see you tomorrow, but that must’ve seemed too eager. Another text came in as you looked back to the screen.

shoto: great :-) i’m beat so im gonna go catch some zzz, good night

you: good night shoto

You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You barely knew him but everything just felt so normal.

Before you knew it your eyes fluttered shut and you were sound asleep.

✿

You were woken up, quite harshly by Mina and Ururaka screaming in your face. Mina shook your shoulders, your head wobbling around.

“Okay okay!” You groaned, pushing Mina off of you.

“IS IT TRUE?!” She shouted. You rubbed your eyes, irritated from the rude awakening.

“How the hell did you guys even get in here?”

“Tsu let us in,” Ururaka chimed in.

“Sorry!” Tsu yelled from out in the living room, causing you to sigh.

“Stop dodging the question!” MIna said, gripping your shoulders once again. You slapped her hands off.

“What question?” You glared.

“That you made out with THE Shoto Todoroki!”

You blinked.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS MINA YOU WOKE ME UP TO ASK ME THAT?! YOU WERE THERE!”

Ururaka squeaked at your sudden outburst, pulling Mina away.

“Thats what I told her! She couldn’t remember,” She said, Mina pouting.

“Just how drunk were you last night?” You question, Mina turning away in shame.

“Enough to forget that you made out with Shoto,” She grumbled.

You chuckled and got out of your bed stretching.

“Mmm, well, yeah. And we’re going out on Sunday.”

Their jaws dropped.

“SUNDAY?!”

You cringed at their shouting. Ururaka began spilling out a bunch of dating advice while Mina kept begging you to tell her all the details in case you got the opportunity to “give him the ol’ razzle dazzle” as she put it.

“Hey I made waffles! Get them while they’re hot!” Tsu yelled. The three of you looked at each other before running into the the kitchen, sitting down at the table, and proceeding to stuff your faces.

“So, Todoroki huh?” Tsu said, sitting down beside you. You blushed and nodded, cheeks full of waffle.

✿

You anxiously pressed your hands on your skirt. Shoto was supposedly 10 minutes away and you had no clue to where he was taking you. You stared at your self in the mirror. You donned your most confident inducing outfit, a mini skirt and lace trimmed top. You took a deep breath before reaching down to slip your sneakers on. There was a knock on the door and you shot right up. You ran to the door and inhaled deeply as you opened the door.

“Shoto- What are you doing here?”

Standing infront of you was Mina and Ururaka, pure excitement in their eyes.

“We came to see you get ready-”

“We wanted to make sure you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself,” Mina said cutting the brunette off.

You rolled your eyes and let them inside.

“He’s supposed to be here soon,” You said, the nerves bubbling up once again.

“You’ve got this y/n!” Ururaka cheered, giving you a tight squeeze. Mina made her way to the fridge, shuffling around and grabbing a day old breadstick from a pizza box. You tilted your head at her.

“What are you doing? Those are mine!”

“You can’t possibly think I’m going home when you’re going out with him. I need to be here for when you get back so you can tell me every juicy detail,” Mina scoffed, punctuating the sentence with the last few words.

You huffed and nodded, your eyes widening as a knock was heard at the door.

“OH MY GOD!” Ururaka mouthed, waving her hands in the air frantically.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE’S HERE HE’S FUCKING HERE,” Mina mouthed, jumping up and down, the breadstick flopping between her teeth.

You opened the door, relieved to see the real Shoto standing there. You smiled up and him, praying he couldn’t see how nervous you were.

“Hey,” You said breathlessly. Shoto looked, stunning. You thought he looked beautiful in the dim yellow lighting of the room at the party, you were proven wrong. He wore slim trousers and a gray button up, open at his collarbones.

Shoto’s eyes seemed to replicate the same thoughts.

“H-hey,” He said, nerves edging his voice. He tried his best to not make it too obvious that his eyes were raking you up and down.

You closed the door, Mina and Ururaka giving you energized thumbs up.

“Sorry about that,” You blushed, walking at his side.”They were excited to see you take me out.”

“I don’t blame them, I’m excited to take you out too,” He smiled sweetly.

You punched his shoulder playfully, “Don’t be so cheesy.”

He chuckled, making his way to his car and opening the passenger door for you. You stepped inside, looking around. You inhaled, his car smelled just like him.

He sat down in the drivers seat and buckled himself in, you doing the same.

“So, you never told me where you’re taking me.”

“Oh?” He smirked. “I know.”

“I hope this isn’t a plot to murder me.”

“Oh no, nothing like that,” He laughed, turning on the ignition and beginning to drive.

You arrived at what you believed to be an art museum. He hopped out of the car and ran to open the door for you. You beamed up at him as he took your hand, walking inside.

“Reservation for Todoroki,” Shoto stated to the security guard. The guard nodded, opening the door and letting the two of you inside of the massive, and empty museum.

“Dean’s son huh?” You looked up at him, swinging your laced hands in between you.

“Its got its perks,” He chuckled. “Like renting out the art museum for just the two of us.”

You blushed and you walked around the corner to see a series of paintings. The two of you walked and talked and gushed over the art for what felt like hours.

You came to a stop in front of a painting. The image portrayed a gorgeous Japanese woman in a traditional kimono. You bent down to look at the title of the painting. Courtesan: after Eisen, Vincent van Gogh. You hummed and stood back up.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, she is.”

You turned to see Shoto looking at you, tenderness and endearment in his eyes. You blushed deeply.

“I thought I told you to quit it with the cheesy-ness.”

Shoto cupped your face, leaning in, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “Sorry.”

You drapped your arms over his shoulders, closing the gap and kissing him deeply. He set his hands on your hips, his lips moving with a loving softness that made you melt. He pulled you closer the kiss gaining momentum and getting rougher. He pulled away, slowly, teasing you by biting on your bottom lip. The two of your stared at each other, pink cheeks and eyes filled with lust. Shoto quickly grabbed your hand and began walking.

“This way.”

You followed behind him like a love struck puppy. You found yourself int he photography section of the museum. The space was illuminated by a red light, the photographs lining the walls. There were several benches in the middle of the space.

You looked up at Shoto, the red light highlighting how hungrily he looked down at you. He sat down on one of the benches, you following his lead.

Before you could say a word, his lips latched onto your neck, soft whimpers of shock leaving your mouth. You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently when he bit down on your collar bone.

“S-Shoto,” You huffed. You could sense yourself getting extremely wet, and the sudden idea of jumping him right in the museum wouldn’t leave your mind. He seemed to get the message, placing his on your inner thigh. He snaked his hand further up, his eyes widening feeling your soaked panties.

“I-I,” You stammered, afraid of what he would say. He said nothing actually and instead dropped to his knees in front of you. You blushed profusely, as he took the zipper of your skirt in his fingertips.

“Is this okay?” He looked up at you, waiting for your consent.

Is this okay? Oh god yes.

You nodded, too excited to see what he would do next to let the words come out of your mouth.

He proceeded to unzip your skirt, your thighs exposing themselves to him.

“You know,” He says softly, his nimble fingers, gently removing your soaked panties. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in philosophy freshman year.”

Before you could reply to his confession, he burred his head between your thighs, darting his tongue inside of your heat. You gasped, your spine shuddering at the sudden penetration. You gripped the bench tightly, Shoto humming happily against you. His tongue swirled inside you, his nose tickling your clit that was so needy for more. You reached your hand down, and proceeded to rub your sore clit. You whimpered and bucked your hips, Shoto pulling away. His eyes widened at the sight, causing the erection in his trousers to cause further friction against the fabric. He stood up, and unzipped his pants, pushed down his boxers, allowing his strong erection to stand at attention. You eyed his length hungrily. Not only was he big, but he was long.

You opened your mouth, a fake innocence glazing your eyes. Shoto blushed as you took his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck.

“F-fuck,” He groaned, griping your hair. He tenderly ran his fingers through your locks, brushing the baby hairs that were pressed against your forehead with sweat out of the way. And all this time you were still touching yourself.

“God, you look so pretty when you touch yourself y/n,” Shoto spoke softly, his mind beginning to blank from how good you were sucking him. You shuddered and whimpered, your fingers quickening their pace. You were reaching your climax and Shota had noticed.

“No,” He said sternly, gripping your wrist and pulling your hand away from your aching heat.

Your face was filled with defeat and embarrassment.

“S-Shota please, I just want to cum,” you whimpered.

“You’ll cum y/n, but when I say so.”

He sat down on the bench, gripping your hips and turning you so you would face him. The lust in Shoto’s eyes seemed to have crept to the rest of his features. He held his length in front of your core, it was dripping in your saliva. He picked you up and placed you above his lap, your entrence hovering over his cock. Part of you was afraid you wouldn’t be able to take all of him. The other part of you really wanted to try.

“Ride me,” he commanded. You nodded without hesitation and kined yourself up with his lenght, slowly lowering yourself unto him. You shut your eyes tight as he entered your tight hole.

“Shit,” you whimpered, but you were on a mission to fit all of him inside you. Shoto groaned, his cock twitching inside your tight walls. Once you managed to take in his whole shaft, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking huge,” You exhaled. You places your hands on his chest and kissed him hungrily, but not making any attempt to bounce or grind against him. You were cockwarming him, and Shoto adored you for it. But not for long.

“Fuck it y/n, I wan’t you to ride me already.” You giggled at his needy request and began to bounce yourself on him. Moans passed your lips effortlessly. Shoto was in a position that directly targeted your g-spot, and with every thrust upwards from his hips, you felt like you were on cloud-9.

Shoto watched you, completely enamored. You somehow managed to make riding him look so elegant. You glowed under the red lighting, and he was dying to see how your face would look under it during your orgasm. In one swift movement, he laid you on his back, your legs laying against his chest. You gasped in surprise. Shoto had gotten impatient and was dying to please you.

He gripped your legs firmly and began began thrusting-no-pounding into you. He huffed with every forceful thrust, grunting at the tightness of your walls. Your moans and wails were music to his ears. Your knuckles were white from gripping onto the bench.

“I-I’m close Shoto,” you moaned, the words shaking as they came out.

Shoto nodded and proceeded to roll his hips, hitting further inside of you. You groaned, your eyes rolling back, and seeing your face like that caused him to moan too. You arched your back, reaching your climax and Shoto continued to pound his entire length inside of you. You cried out in pleasure and cummed heavily all over his length. Shoto’s suspisions were correct, you looked glorious during an orgasm. So glorious infact, the sight caused him to cum himself. He groaned in a raspy tone, hot ropes of cum filling you up. Shoto slowed down, allowing the both of you to ride out your highs. He pulled out, the mixture of your cum flowing onto your thigh and the bench. He swiftly grabbed your damp panties and slid them on you.

“You’re just going to have to keep that inside of you until we get home,” He said with a smirk. You blushed and pecked his lips. He helped you up and off of the bench, and the two of you proceeded to get dressed.

“Hey!” The two of you whipped your heads around to see the security guard.

“Is this where the two of you have been hiding? Your session is up.”

Shoto bowed infront of the guard.

“I am so sorry sir, here,” he pulled out his wallet, and handed the guard what appeared to be two $100. “We didn’t mean to take so long. Thank you and have a good night.”

You squeaked out a little thank you to the guard, before Shoto and you were running back to the parking lot, laughed and grinning at their adventure. Once again, Shoto opened the passenger door for you and proceeded to get in the driver’s seat.

“Are you okay with staying at my apartment tonight?”

You blushed and nodded.

“A sleepover with the dean’s son? How could I say no.”

He chuckled and drove away from the museum as you pulled out your phone. Three texts from Mina.

mina: how’s it going?? ;))

mina: its getting late wya

mina: oh my god are u dead

You rolled your eyes and replied.

you: i’m fine, staying at shoto’s house tonight <3

Not even a second later, Mina answered.

mina: OMG YOU SLY BITCH GET IT GIRL

You giggled and put your phone away. Shoto set his palm down in front of you. You took his hand and your fingers laced together. He smiled, focused on the road and rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

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spookybreadstick · 3 years

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hi, im new :) Dont worry abt what u write its rly good and ily💗 i came 2 stay and hope ur doing well!

I was hoping if i could get some fluffy™ headcanons or a scenario -whatever ur choice is- with a female reader and L.J? The reader has a strong sense of justice but is extremely compassiomate, wise, quiet/shy and like touch starved🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻 sorry if im crinGe i need more content of him on this site-- Im not sure what else to add 2 help u w this since i just woke up lolol but yeah thank u sm in advance, i wish u all the best💌💛💋

hello newbie! thank you for stopping by and i’m glad you want to stay! i am doing pretty well (i took down my x-mas decorations today and there are a lot of them bc decorating is fun, so i had mini chocolate santas as a reward lol) i hope you are well, also! and thank you so much for the writing compliment, it means a lot to me!!

🍬 LJ x Reader (compassionate, wise, quiet/shy, touch-starved, strong sense of justice, female) Relationship HCs 🍬

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🍬 LJ thinks you’re the cutest girl in the whole world!!

🍬 He adores your compassionate nature, it makes him feel very happy to have such a caring girlfriend

🍬 He also likes that you are wise. It makes him feel very proud to have such a smart girlfriend.

🍬 You will have to step in to keep him out of trouble, and he'll listen to you.

🍬 If you tell him that telling that joke at the dinner table is a bad idea, or that you shouldn't trap a bunch of bees to launch at Jeff's head because he won't find it too funny, then he won't do it.

🍬 Which is saying something, because LJ usually just does what he wants despite other people's opinions because he thinks his bad jokes/pranks are funny.

🍬 But also, if you'd like to have some fun with him, you could tell him literally anything in a serious tone and he'd believe it 100%.

🍬 He trusts whatever you say because you are wise (especially compared to him lol, he's the opposite of wise)

🍬 If you have a strong sense of justice, that can mean a couple of different things:

Situation One: You're really into criminal justice and the law. This can be sort of a problem because, you know, LJ's "line of work". But LJ is totally justified in his actions IMO (remember, he 'deals with' those who have hurt children) so hopefully you understand. It's his personal way of dishing out justice, and if you get behind him on that, it'll make him feel even better about what he does. He'll be sure to keep you away from people like Jeff though, who don't dish out justice.

Situation Two: You're really into justice as in people being fair and treating others well, with those who don't getting what's coming to them in the end (like karma). LJ would love this, as he believes that being nice and making others happy is the key to your own happiness. Again, he would keep you away from Jeff who is kind of believes the opposite.

Situation Three: You're really into social justice (LGBTQ+ rights, equality, racial diversity, etc) which LJ adores about you. You correct him on his outdated language (he was created in the 1800s, and obviously times have changed since then). He would never want to offend anybody, but he often genuinely doesn't know because society has progressed past when people considered certain things appropriate in the 1800s. So if he says something outdated, please gently correct him, he wants to know and he'll refrain from using that word/phrase in the future. LJ also finds social justice topics very interesting, he could listen to you talk about them for hours.

🍬 LJ is easily excited by the small things.

🍬 "LOOK, LOOK!"

"What is it, LJ!?"

"THERE'S A CLOWN ON TV!!!"

"T-that's it? Why are you shouting then?"

"He's like me :)"

🍬 Honestly, he finds joy in little things like that. Seeing a fellow clown on TV. Judging by the way he talks though, you would have thought that something incredible was going on.

🍬 LJ's also very loud in everything he does.

🍬 This fool has no concept of "using your indoor voice".

🍬 He's also extremely outgoing and extroverted, and he loves talking to people about anything and everything.

🍬 Ah, but you're quiet/shy?

🍬 That's okay, he'll do the talking for the both of you :)

🍬 He'll also try to take the spotlight from you if you're uncomfortable with being the center of attention. LJ adores being the center of attention, so it's the opposite of a problem for him.

🍬 Everyone kind of thinks you make a funny couple; the sweet, quiet girl and the obnoxiously loud clown.

🍬 But those kinds of pairings can be the best ones. Opposites do attract, after all.

🍬 Also. You're touch-starved? Well....

🍬 This is literally what happens. (I made this meme myself because I had a stroke of inspiration lmao)

🍬 Girl, he was trapped in a BOX for YEARS.

🍬 OF COURSE HE'S TOUCH-STARVED!!

🍬 Also like, he's spent many decades without any romantic partners, so now that he's got a girlfriend he's eager to be all touchy-feely

🍬 He really likes that you are touch-starved as well, so you won’t mind his abundance of affection.

🍬 LJ loves to give hugs <3 He gives surprisingly great hugs with his noodle-y arms

🍬 Loves to cuddle as well. Major cuddle-bug. You are small compared to him, (no matter how tall you are, he is taller) so you're like a lil stuffed animal for him to snuggle up to.

🍬 All in all, LJ loves you and you would make a perfect couple <3

also, don’t worry about being cringe/self-indulgent! that’s what this blog is for, essentially!

- breadstick 🥖

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 4 years

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A Test of Patiences

Request: Reader who’s a hairdresser broke her arm and she walks catfish through putting her hair up for a date

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: angst (nothing too bad), reader being oblivious, smutty smut times, & unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Word Count: 3,634 (yup it’s a long one)

Author’s Notes: After stepping away for a mini break I came back and this happened. It felt like it went better writing a little at a time over the course of a week. I may be doing a lot more that way. I find it funny the title with the story is kind of going along with my writing and me putting it out. Not only for myself but for the people who wait on my content (if there is any). I really hope you guys enjoy this because I actually really love this even though the end is a little messy. It was a long ass day but I promised it would be out tonight so here it is. Feedback in any way is welcomed just please be nice I’m fragile. Emotional support credit goes to @clint-aww-no-barton , @discogrrl & @nymphonet because without them I probably wouldn’t be writing. Also if the ‘keep reading’ thing doesn’t work I am so sorry to those who get annoyed with long fics not having that. I am not sure what I am doing wrong for it not to work.

ao3 link for story

How in the world was you going to manage this all by yourself? You looked in the mirror at your overly recked self. Your clothes were the same from days ago, your hair was a mess and you were pretty sure you needed to shave everywhere. The bright blue cast seemed to laugh at you as you glanced at it in the sling it still rested in. All these years wondering this earth and never once had you broken a single bone in your body. That had changed just a few days ago and boy no one seemed to tell you how much a pain in the ass it would be. It had put you out of your beautician job until you were completely healed, which would be weeks. It was incredibly hard to do anything by yourself including writing a sentence because of course it had to be your dominate arm. To top the cake off you had a date tonight.

You wanted to call and cancel it so bad but it had been awhile. You had been talking to this guy for weeks now and he had finally asked you out and you might have agreed way too fast. You kept starring at your reflection like you might blink and suddenly you would be showered and ready to go. Unfortunately the world did not work that way. You let out a sigh of frustration before setting to work on the day long process of getting ready.

You had managed everything very slowly by yourself throughout the day. You showered, carefully shaving your legs, picked out an outfit which you also had yet to figure out how to get on but right now you stood in front of the mirror starring at your unruly hair trying to decide the easiest way to style it for tonight. After several moments of a careful look through in your mind of all the different hairstyles you deemed it impossible to accomplish alone. You let out a sigh before reaching for your phone and dialing the only person you know who would drop anything to help you no matter what it was.

“Hello?” Frankie Morales, also known as your best friend, voice greeted your ear and you smiled.

“Hey Cat! Listen I need a massive favor.”

“What’s going on?” He always jumped to worry.

“Could you possibly come over and help me with a few things? This damn broken arm is more of a pain in my ass than I thought it would be,” you gave a small chuckle.

“I will be there in five minutes,” you could hear the amusement in his voice.

“You are a life savor Cat!”

“I only do this shit for you,” he chuckled before speaking his goodbyes and hanging up the phone.

True to his word, Frankie knocked on your door before entering five minutes after the two of you had spoken. You gave him a wide smile and your best puppy dog eyes.

“What do you need help with?” He stood there, hands on his hips looking around the house like he was going to find some project to fix.

“Well me,” you pointed at yourself and his eyes landed on you before he raised his eyebrows at you.

“I know this is crazy and you are definitely going to think I am after I suggest this but is there anyway you could help me with my hair? It won’t be anything really difficult I promise! All you have to do is follow what I say and it will be fine!” You mumbled on.

“I can’t believe I am about to agree to this but yes I’ll help you with your hair,” he let out a chuckle and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I seriously owe you one after this Cat! Anything you need! As soon as I’m better I’m your gal!”

He shook his head before you took your good hand and pulled him to the bathroom. You sat down on a stool and he took his place behind you. You had all the tools you would need laid out and Frankie eyed them nervously. You looked up at him and gave him a thumbs up before starting to tell him what to do. A braid was the easiest thing you could come up with but of course you had to add you on flare to it and Frankie followed every instruction you gave down to the wire. He had his brows knitted in frustration, his usual hat already off, but he listened to every word that came out of your mouth and watched your helpless hand motions in the mirror.

“Cat it’s perfect! I may have to hire you as an assistant,” you chuckled as you turned and gave him a one arm squeeze hug.

“I think I will pass on that. No wonder women stress so much over their hair. Shit is hard to do,” he hugged you back his face burying in your neck.

“I have one more favor to ask of you,” you pulled away once again putting on the puppy dog eyes.

“I am afraid to ask.”

“I just need you to help me zip up my dress when I get it on.”

“Oh yeah that’s simple.”

He followed you to your room and respectfully waited outside as you struggled to slip in the little black number you had saved just for tonight.

“So what are you getting all dolled up for?” Frankie asked through your door.

“I got a date. I know the most unbelievable thing ever but yes that Mark guy finally asked me out,” you were incredibly excited but thanks to the door you didn’t see Frankie’s face fall at this news.

He had it bad for you. Anyone could tell it, anyone but you that was. Ever since Pope had introduced the two of you he had fallen for you in every single way. He didn’t want to push the issue and kept his feelings hid mostly because he was afraid to ruin the friendship the two of you shared.

“You can come in,” you voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Frankie walked through the door and your back was to him. He could see the smooth skin that stretched the length of the zipper and it made him gulp softly. He was careful not to accidentally touch your skin as he zipped the zipper up, knowing he would lose it if he did. You turned around and he looked you over before he let a smile pull at his lips. He prayed you wouldn’t see the sadness hidden behind it.

“You look so beautiful,” his voice was soft and he was careful to sound happy.

“Thank you Cat,” a blush rose to your face as you smiled at him.

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror and taking a breathe. With one last request to Cat and a simple shake of his head and a chuckle you finished your look off with simple jewelry and you took a glance at your watch.

“I gotta get going. Cat I seriously owe you. Thank you so so much for this. It means a lot. I promise you this weekend I will fix your favorite meal and we will sit on the couch and watch our favorite movie,” you gave him a hopeful smile after giving him your best hug.

“You don’t have to do that. You know I would do anything for you. Just have fun tonight okay?”

“I insist on the dinner,” you gave him your signature look that told him that was the end of that conversation.

He laughed and gave you another look over before following you out of your room.

“I’ll walk out with you,” you grabbed your keys and purse.

“Oh no tell me he is not making your drive there?” Frankie stopped dead, pointing at your keys.

“Oh yeah. It’s not that big of a deal Cat, I can drive myself still.” You gave him a pointed look.

“How in the hell do you drive with one arm? Nope I’m dropping you off and if I have to come pick you up I will do that too. No arguments. Put your keys away and go get your ass in the truck,” Frankie gave you a dead serious look and you had only started to open your mouth when he raised his eyebrows at you.

He had his own looks to let you know that the conversation was over too. You couldn't help but smile as you sat your keys down and the two of you walked out of your house.

“Have fun but be safe. Hey and no matter what he says you look beautiful tonight,” Frankie gave you a smile as he dropped you off at the restaurant.

“Yes dad and thank you Cat,” you leaned in the passenger window and gave him a smile before turning and walking up the steps.

It was a fancy place and luckily you had called to make a reservation earlier that week. You were shown your table after agreeing to sit to wait for Mark. The waiter brought you breadsticks and took your drink order before leaving you to it. You sat there watching the couples and families around you enjoying their meals and your eyes kept gazing over to the clock on the wall.

He wasn’t coming. An hour late? Yeah he was definitely a no show. The poor waiter came to give you your last chance with the most pitiful look on his face. He knew all to well what was going on and you gave him an apology before handing some money to pay for your drink and a tip for putting up with you. He gave you a sad nod and you exited the restaurant trying to keep yourself together. You jerked out your phone where several unread messages from Mark sat there starring and laughing at you. You rolled your eyes, tears dancing at the edge but you swallowed them back as you dialed Frankie’s number.

“What’s wrong?” How was he so good at this?

“He stood me up,” your voice came out with a break in it.

“I’m going to kill him,” Frankie was pissed.

“Later, just please come get me,” you begged softly.

“I’m on my way.”

You hung up and stood there looking pathetic and trying so hard to keep from crying in front of the people who were sitting outside waiting for a table. You moved off to the side and sat down on a bench as you waited for Frankie to come save you from the humiliation. You soon heard Frankie’s truck and he pulled up and you didn’t even give him time to get out and open your door before you were up and inside. The second you hit the seat and pulled the door shut you lost it. Frankie let you sit there and cry for a second as he drove you home. He knew you well enough to let you get your emotions out.

“How am I so damn stupid? Why did I ever think a man would ever want me!? I should have just known it was all too good to be true,” the word vomit came quickly and you sniffled between words as you filled the cab with your voice.

“First of all you are not stupid at all. He is the fucking idiot here. He is no man for doing this to a women especially you. You deserve so much better. Hell you deserve the whole damn world,” he seemed to clip his words off at his last statement.

“Cat…” you looked over at him.

He pulled into your driveway, put the truck in park and turned it off before just sitting there. The air was full on tension and you wasn’t sure what to say nor what his statement really meant. It had your heart racing and you almost let yourself believe for a second it meant what you wanted it to.

“Cat what did you mean by that?” You had dried your tears on your hands.

“I meant exactly what I said,” he got out and started for your front door and you knew this wasn’t over.

You got out and followed him, unlocking your door before stepping in. He stepped inside taking off his hat and running his fingers nervously through his hair.

“It sounded like there was more of a hidden meaning there Cat,” your voice was soft as you looked at him.

He looked at you for several moments. You both just stood there starring each other down. He seemed to be looking your face over like he was trying to figure out his next move. He took a step back like he was having a war with himself. You gave him this begging look, so desperate to know what was going on inside that head of his.

“Oh fuck it,” he threw his hat before crossing the room to you.

“Cat…” he didn’t let you finish.

His hands came up to cup your face on each side gently before his lips crashed against yours. Surprise took you at first before you melted into him and kissed him back. You had always had a secret thing for this man. He was someone who had always treated you so incredible but you had pushed your feelings way aside because you didn’t want to ruin what the two of you currently had. It was wonderful to have him in your life and you didn’t want to complicate that or screw it up by making it a relationship. His lips were making you dizzy and running all your thoughts together. This is what it felt like to actually be kissed. To be kissed by someone you knew loved you even if they had never said it in this way. It was Frankie’s way of confessing his feelings to you and you didn’t mind one bit. He pulled away all too soon and you looked at him after your eyes fluttered open. You searched his puppy dog eyes as he seemed to search yours.

“I’m sorry,” his voice came out rough and a whisper as he started to pull away.

“Cat, wait,” you grabbed at one of his wrist keeping his hand on your right cheek.

The shock on his face was evident and you couldn't help but to smile up at him.

“Me too,” it was simple but he knew exactly what you meant.

The smile that stretched his face was pure joy and happiness but there was still worry playing in his eyes and you seemed to wear the same look.

“Do we want to do this?” He stepped back closer to you taking his other hand and landing it on your hip, pulling you closer.

“I really want to but Cat we can’t let this ruin us. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I promise you that I’m not going anywhere. I will fight for you until the day I die,” his thumb started to rub smooth circles on your face under your eye.

“I promise to do the same Cat always.”

“Then I think it’s safe to call you mind then huh?” His face broke into a splitting smile.

“I’m yours Cat,” you let your smile match.

His lips then crashed to yours and the kiss became deeper, with more passion behind it. Frankie was quick to reach down and pick you up bridal style before carrying you to your room. He kicked the door open and gently laid you down upon your bed never letting his lips leave yours.

“Should we with my arm?” You pulled away already panting as you look up at him.

“I’ll be gentle I promise,” there was a hunger in Frankie’s eyes you had never seen before and it went straight to your core.

Your lips connected again and Frankie crawled over you keeping himself up enough not to have hie weight on top of you. His hand went from your cheek down your neck pausing for a second to brush his thumb over your throat before traveling further. He let his hand settle on your breast before squeezing yearning a moan from you. He let his lips follow the direction his hands had just went as his hand went to your back. He slowly pulled your zipper down until he could successfully remove your dress. He was careful with your arm and his movements but unfortunately your sleeve ended up stuck and you couldn’t help the giggle that pasted your lips.

“I’m sorry Cat,” a full on laugh bubbled up and Frankie couldn't help but to let one of his own go at the struggle you both were in.

Finally you pulled your sleeve free and Frankie shook his head as he threw the dress somewhere in the room. He sat up to remove his shirt and his eyes feel over you. He let them rake over your body and you couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks.

“You are so beautiful.”

His lips came back to your skin but this time he started at your collarbone and started to travel further down. He reached behind you and undid your bra as he kissed the top part of your breast. He looked at your breast for a short moment before his eyes met yours and then he dipped down and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and bit pulling moans from your. Your fingers found their way into his hair and pulled slightly as he moved to give the other one the same care. He then crawled back up and reconnected his lips with yours. His hand traveled down pulling your panties down as far as he could push them without moving and his fingers brushed across your clit causing your back to arch and a cry to escape from between your lips. He let his fingers dip further down gathering the juices that had already gathered there. He pulled away to watch your reaction as he slipped two fingers inside of you. You let out a moan and let your head fall back. Frankie moved his fingers quickly pulling all the right noises from you.

“Cat wait,” you quickly said reaching down with your good hand and stopping him.

“Are you okay?” His voice was full of concern to match his face perfectly.

“I want to cum with you inside me,” you blushed at your words and yearned a smirk from the man hovering over you.

He reached down and kissed you deep again before standing up to remove his jeans along with his underwear. You watched him, biting your lip when you saw his already hard cock spring up when he slid his underwear down. You couldn’t help but to lick your lips at the sight before looking up at him. The look in his eyes was something you had never seen before. He was on you again this time with so much more momentum and he was quick to line up with your entrance and slip inside. You both let groans and moans fall from your mouths at the feeling. Finally feeling all of each other. He kept himself hovered over you to stay careful of your arm. He stilled for a few moments to make sure you were use to him before you gave him a nod for him to move. He started a pace that was quick but gentle. You let your good arm wrap around his neck and lace your fingers in his messy hat hair and pulling before connecting your lips back to his. You would never get tired of kissing this man. His kiss was so hungry and it gave him plenty of go ahead to pick up his pace and become a little rougher.

“You won’t break me Cat I promise,” you smirked up at him.

That was enough for him to go harder. It was gentle and rough all at one time. He was so careful with you as he still snapped his hips into you over and over pulling noises from you that you had no idea you could make. You could feel yourself growing closer and closer to your release and it only caused you to let your good hand go from his hair down his back giving him decent marks to remember this moment.

“Cat I’m…”

“I know sweetheart. I got you, let go,” he growled in your ear.

His words sent you toppling over the edge as you came hard around him. All you could feel was him everywhere and all around you. He followed soon after groaning your name in your ear as he released himself inside of you. His forehead touched yours and you both panted heavily after finally riding out the high. Frankie had slightly gone limp and you noticed the pain that was suddenly climbing your arm.

“Um Cat my arm,” you let out a slight hiss as he moved out of you and from on top of you all at once.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry! I forgot. Are you okay?” He went into panic mode immediately.

“I’m fine Cat! I’m fine, “ you couldn't help the laugh that followed his panic.

“It’s not funny!” He tired to be defensive but just ended up laughing along with you.

“I promise we will do this properly after I get this stupid thing off,” you rose your arm up and rolled your eyes.

“Hey it was still perfect,” Frankie spoke softly as he turned on his side.

He bent down and kissed your forehead and you reached up with your good arm and rubbed at his cheek.

“Yeah it was pretty perfect.”

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#frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #Frankie Morales x reader #francisco catfish morales #catfish morales #catfish x reader #Frankie Morales smut #carey writes #fem!reader

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tocastielandback · 3 years

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Endless Love (Richard Reiben x OC)

A late af Valentine’s Day story for @henrysmorgan. I had to make some last-minute changes for anachronistic reasons (like it matters but it would’ve bothered me lol), so yeah. Here’s more garbage from yours truly!

“I can’t believe I screwed that up!” Richard Reiben rubbed the creases on his forehead.

“Aw, come on, babe,” his fiancée, Chase, stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders. “Everyone makes mistakes!”

He chuckled. “Ma would be so disappointed in me. She made it damn clear I had to know how to cook, married or not. Didn’t believe in that ‘only women cook and clean’ bullshit.”

“And she’s right,” Chase stated firmly, but softened at the defeated man before her. “But nobody’s going to get things perfect the first time around.”

She heard him sniff and, if she didn’t know any better, she’d believe for a moment that he was crying. He wasn’t the type to give up easily... at least not right away.

Instead, he was inhaling the scent of burnt chicken, which hung in the kitchen air.

Everything was going well enough during the preparation period. So well, in fact, Reiben thought his first meal cooked alone would be a success. That's something not a lot of people can say, he imagined.

Alas, it was too good to be.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he nodded. "At least there's still dessert!"

"Not so fast," Chase hugged his arm and looked up at him. "We need dinner first."

With a sheepish smile on his face, his eyes met hers. "Tony's?"

She blushed. "Sounds good to me."

Reiben took his coat off the rack by the door and slipped it on.

"An everything with a side a breadsticks?" he straightened out the collar.

"You know it!"

"I wish they always made their pizzas like this. It's so cute!" Chase gushed before taking another slice of her pie.

"It is neat, ain't it?” Reiben glanced at the heart-shaped meat lovers' pizza on the table beside him.

While he liked seeing her happy, he couldn't help thinking his original plan—with the chicken confit—would've blown her away.

"Thank you, Richard."

He blinked and turned his attention back to the woman in front of him.

"What'd I do?" he looked confused.

"For a great night," Chase giggled. "Even without the chicken."

He smiled warmly, worries melting away, and leaned over to kiss her sweetly.

"Thank you for being in my life," he said and grabbed another breadstick from the coffee table, handing it to her.

"You know me so well!" she laughed and took it.

"I wanted to recreate that night," he blurted.

Chase finished her bread and repositioned herself on the sofa.

"This could be a night of its own," she brought her legs up so they stretched over his lap. "Not everything has to be all fancy, you know."

"True," he placed his hand on her knee, recalling the previous year when they went on a mini getaway on their pass.

He had saved up enough francs to treat her somewhere nice, a moment away from war. It was fleeting, yet much needed.

"Nothing could ever hold a candle to that moment anyway," he added.

The couple sat in silence for a few minutes until Reiben remembered the final course.

"Ready for dessert?" he beamed.

Chase, with her eyes now closed, groaned. "Nooo, stay longer."

"Aw c'mon, cutie," he chuckled and tried standing up, but she held him down with her calves.

All that PT paid off, huh? he thought humorously to himself.

"I'm gonna tickle ya!" he held his outstretched fingers up to the soles of her feet.

"And I'm gonna kick ya!" Chase threatened, half-jokingly.

He brushed the tip of his index finger down her foot lightly.

"Richard!" she gasped.

Her legs flew up in the air, freeing him. He ducked his head to the side and rose from his seat.

"I just need to take it out of the fridge," he threw her an amused grin and made his way towards the kitchen.

Right as he was taking two small plates from the cupboard, Chase joined him at the island.

He swung the fridge door open and knelt down to pull a long, glass container from the bottom shelf.

When he got it on the counter and uncovered it, he could hear Chase let out an "ooo!"

"I hope this turned out alright," he stared at the whipped topping while getting two forks and a knife from the drawer. "Should I give you a small piece just to try it first?"

"Absolutely not," Chase eyed the transparent edges of the pan, where the layers of the cake showed. "It's all or nothing."

"I like that," he winked and handed her a fork, then proceeded to cut an average sized square.

He put the eclair on her plate and watched in anticipation as she raked some up and brought it to her lips.

"Mmmm..." she hummed and nodded. "Yeah, that's good!"

Reiben let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God!"

"Jackson wouldn't like that," Chase teased after swallowing the gooey dark chocolate left on her tongue.

"Fuck him," he laughed and helped himself to a piece of the eclair cake.

They shared more stories of the war over the sweet end to the night and--unbeknownst to either--lost track of time.

Much like they shared the love they had for each other. For the feeling was endless.

#Saving Private Ryan #Richard Reiben #Ed Burns #this sucks sooooo bad #I haven't finished a story in forever #the gif is misleading #but when I searched his name nothing came up #which is weird cus I KNOW there are Reiben gifs #but whatever #my fic #mine

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star-doll-universe · 3 years

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Michelle Goes to Yakigashi Island

FINALLY FINISHED THIS! Oh my gosh, this took so long to complete, and I’m so glad it’s finally done. I hope you enjoy the final part of this little mini series I started for @one-piece-dumpster-fire

Have a lovely holiday everyone! Merry Christmas <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Cracker, why are you putting explosives in the picnic basket?” Michelle cocked her head to the side, a worried expression knitting her brow.

“They’re not explosives!” her fiancé exclaimed, holding up the offending rocket-shaped objects. “They’re fireworks! You can’t have a Founding Day celebration without them.”

“Oh.” Michelle bit her lip. “Is that really safe to bring to a party that kids are going to be at?”

“Are you kidding?! Oven’s sons will be furious if I don’t bring them.”

“Ok fine,” Michelle finally relented with a somewhat heavy sigh, “Just make sure they don’t crush the cookies. Giuseppe and I spent hours on those.”

Honestly, the young woman would like to admit that she was more than a little exhausted from this week. The planning process for her and Cracker’s wedding had been temporarily put aside somewhat when they received an impromptu invitation to Cracker’s older brother Oven’s home for a “Founding Day Party”.

Not long after moving to Tottoland, Michelle had learned that the citizens of each island in Big Mom’s territory celebrated the day they were assimilated into the empire as an annual holiday.

Apparently, today was the anniversary of that event for Yakigashi Island where Oven was Minister of Browned Food.

So, Michelle had to put her wedding planning on hold so that she could quickly prepare for the celebration. Initially, she had somewhat hesitated accepting her future brother-in-law and his wife’s invitation, but she knew that it would be rude to not do so, and Cracker seemed really excited about the party.

Plus, she remembered meeting Oven’s wife Samore at Winter’s tea party on Candy Island, and the woman had extended an invitation for a future visit. She supposed now was as good as time as any to take her up on that offer, even in the midst of her currently hectic life.

You are going to be the wife of a Minister of Tottoland, Michelle, the young woman had reminded herself. Not to mention he’s one of the sons of Big Mom, a Sweet Commander at that. Your life is probably only going to get crazier after you’re married.

Michelle mulled these thoughts over again as she finished the last of the packing for the trip, careful to navigate around Cracker’s fireworks. She’d prepared several batches of different flavored cookies with Giuseppe, and the couple was also bringing a bottle of spiced cider as a gift for their hosts.

Although, she supposed Spice might drink most of it. Michelle smiled to herself, remembering her feelings towards this party improving drastically when she learned Spice would be attending as a fellow Sweet Commander.

Sakura and Katakuri were also going to be there as well, along with Perospero and his family and even Smoothie was joining them.

Even if times were crazy, this party was still going to be fun.

“Ready to go, my dear?” Cracker asked, jerking Michelle from her thoughts. She looked up to see him holding his hand out to her, his trademark grin bright on his face.

“Yep. Let’s go,” Michelle picked up their basket and took his hand with her free one. The folds of her blue dress swished around her legs as she let Cracker lead her out of their lavish home and down to the docks of Cookie Town where his ship was waiting for them.

It would take a few hours to arrive at Yakigashi Island. Cracker predicted they should reach it by sundown, just in time for the party to begin.

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“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Cracker snarled through gritted teeth.

Michelle, meanwhile, was too absorbed in the startling sight before them to really offer up much of a response. Her eyes were wide in her face as she gawked up at the monstrous wall of fluffy white pastry that stretched out before them.

It rose out of the sea like the back of some bulbous sea creature, snaking across the line of sight of Cracker’s ship, dwarfed in comparison. It obscured the entire island from view as it drifted almost lazily in the scalding sea, which foamed and bubbled all around them like a living thing breathing.

“What is this?!” Michelle exclaimed.

“It’s some of the Popover rocks that line the coast of Yakigashi Island,” Cracker explained after shouting some orders to the Biscuit Soldiers they had manning their ship. “Sometimes they break off the mainland and drift out into the Boiling Sea. The heat causes them to expand and form something like a wall around the island’s borders.”

Michelle glanced back at the massive mound of fluffy pastry. “It looks like things got a little out of control.”

“You think?”

“What are we going to do?”

“It’ll take too long to sail around it,” Cracker proclaimed as he produced a Transponder Snail from his pocket. “I’ll call Oven.”

However, before Cracker could put the call through, Michelle saw a massive, gloved hand reach over the top of the Popover wall. She couldn’t help but scream as a huge face followed suit, falling onto her butt on the deck.

Cracker glanced at her. “What?” He then followed his fiancée’s terrified gaze to see the huge pair of red eyes peering down at them. However, he did not react in nearly the same way, he didn’t even reach for Pretzel resting at his hip.

“Oh. Hey there, Samore!” He called up to the massive person, who slowly straightened up to their full height, dwarfing the pastry iceberg floating in the sea. Michelle could now make out the familiar figure of a woman with warm brown skin and crimped dark brown hair that reached her waist. Her eyes were a deep red, and she was wearing marshmallows as earrings. The fluffy pastry mound now only reached her waist as the giant woman peered down at Michelle and Cracker’s tiny ship.

“Cracker, how lovely to see you again!”

Meanwhile, Michelle was still huddled on the deck of the ship, staring up at the massive woman before them with her mouth hanging open. “S-Samore?!”

“Hello, Michelle!” Samore’s voice echoed across the Boiling Sea as she smiled down at them, her teeth large and white, each the size of a house. “How have you been?!”

The other woman blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what she was looking at. “I’m not crazy right?! She was not this big when I first met her,” she said to Cracker.

Cracker chuckled at that. “I guess no one told you about Samore’s Devil Fruit power. She has the Human-Human Fruit, Model: Giant. That’s the whole reason why Mama wanted her to marry Oven, so that she could finally have a Giant in Tottoland.”

“Oh?!” Michelle’s eyes were still huge. “I see.”

“Do you want me to give you two a hand?” Samore called down to the couple, easily stepping over the wall of puff pastry and trudging through the Boiling Sea seemingly unfazed by the searing heat. Michelle soon noticed that she was wearing a pair of thigh high boots that looked a bit like the lower half of a hazmat suit, which was most likely protecting her skin.

Cracker grinned up at his sister-in-law. “If you don’t mind.”

“No problem at all.” Samore then knelt down and grasped either side of their boat as gently as she was able.

It still jostled them quite a bit and Michelle would have toppled over again along with several of the Biscuit Soldiers if Cracker hadn’t caught her.

“Easy does it, Sugar Cube,” he grinned down at her as he held Michelle against his chest.

The young woman felt her face grow hot in spite of herself.

Meanwhile, Samore had successfully lifted Cracker’s ship out of the Boiling Sea and now held the entire thing in both hands as gingerly as an egg.

The giant woman then turned and slowly clambered over the wall of puff pastry, trudging through the bubbling water in her protective boots.

Michelle clung to Cracker the entire time, trying to keep her knees from knocking as the Biscuit Soldiers scrambled about all around them, struggling to remain upright.

Cracker laughed as he took out Pretzel and stabbed it into the deck, giving him more of a solid footing as Samore trudge through the steaming water and towards Yakigashi.

The island in question soon came into view not long after they crossed the Popover barrier, slowly coming into focus amongst heavy clouds of steam, like it was gently floating closer to them out of the boiling water.

Gingerly, Michelle broke away from Cracker and slowly made her way to the edge of the ship, gripping the railing so she could remain steady while she peered down through the steam at the island before them while Samore slowly waded closer to it.

Yakigashi was another one of Tottoland’s larger islands. It seemed like everything on the island was made of some kind of bread or type of pastry. The city that spread out from the island’s center and stretched down its coast of fluffy rocks was comprised almost entirely of warm brown buildings with a heavenly baked aroma wafting from them.

Michelle inhaled deeply, a small smile forming on her face as Samore approached the dock at the edge of Yakigashi and then gently set their ship down beside it. As Michelle looked on, she noticed the pier was made of breadsticks.

“Let’s go, Michelle!” Cracker called to her, holding out his hand. His fiancée quickly accepted it, still a little wobbly on her feet as the Sweet Commander lead her off the ship, shouting commands to his Biscuit Soldiers to watch over things while they were gone.

As Michelle and Cracker exited the ship, they heard the thunderous footsteps of Samore stepping out of the Boiling Sea and up onto the shore.

The young woman glanced up, open-mouthed as Samore stepped over their heads and, as she watched, started to shrink down. The other woman had barely blinked before she was standing in front of her, far closer to her size.

“Michelle!” Samore’s grin was still large as she leaned closer and grasped her hands. “It’s so good to see you again!”

“It’s good to see you too,” Michelle replied, still a little flustered.

“I love your dress!”

“Oh? Thank you…” the young woman’s face went a little pink at the compliment.

Her outfit for the Founding Day party was brand new, another gift from Cracker, and consisted of a purple tea-length dress with a vest made of biscuits and laced in the back with white icing stays as well as large white bow tied around the waist. Over this, she had draped a magenta cape in case it got cold. Her outfit actually somewhat coincided with Cracker’s: he was wearing a shirt for once and more armor which matched the shoulder guard and leg pieces that he normally wore along with his billowing cape and sparking hair.

“Let’s go. Our ride is waiting for us,” Samore continued, grabbing Michelle’s hand and pulling her along with Cracker following after the two women, smirking at his fiancée’s slightly flustered state.

Michelle quickly found walking on the island a bit difficult. The ground beneath their feet was very soft and fluffy, like walking on a marshmallow. She stumbled a little, but Samore gripped her arm tighter to steady her.

“Sorry, the terrain does take some getting used to, but my daughter enjoys making the ground soft and fluffy like this with her Devil Fruit. She says it’s more fun this way.”

“It feels like a cloud or something,” Michelle mused, bouncing experimentally on the fluffy ground.

Samore lead them over to two large porcupine Homies with saddles on their backs and smoking marshmallows stuck to the ends of their quills. “They’re quite harmless,” she said as Michelle looked at them wearily.

One of the porcupine’s snorted, blowing smoke out of its nostrils. Cracker walked over and pet the closest one’s nose before helping Michelle climb into the saddle as it was a bit of a long way up. Samore then clambered on in front of her and grabbed the reigns while Cracker mounted the other marshmallow porcupine.

“Let’s go!” Samore called out, cracking the reigns and the two spiked creatures took off into the city ahead of them.

The capitol of Yakigashi Island was called Fukkura Town, and it soon became apparent that the Founding Day celebrations were already well underway.

Color and light had exploded across the streets of the city in the forms of streamers and balloons, torches and sparklers. Crowds of people and Homies weaved throughout the buildings while thunderous music reverberated between them like a storm.

Michelle didn’t know where to look. There was dancing and singing, performers doing backflips and juggling flaming torches, people selling and eating delicious foods and bands blasting loud and rambunctious music.

“Oven really outdid himself this year,” Cracker mused from on top his porcupine mount, waving halfheartedly to some of the passerby that had recognized one of the Sweet Commanders.

“He can be pretty competitive,” Samore replied with a fond smile, leaning down to accept a flower from a young female Fukkura Town resident, who was smiling sweetly up at her and Michelle.

“Is it a competition between Charlotte siblings for who has the best Founding Day celebration?” Michelle inquired.

“It certainly is between some of the older ones,” Samore agreed with a nod, pausing to smell the flower she’d been gifted.

Soon after, the group arrived at the gates of Oven’s massive estate, which was built out of pure white bread that looked almost like polished marble. There were torches made of giant marshmallows mounted at the entrance, spouting crimson fire into the growing night.

A pair of Biscuit Soldiers were patrolling at the gate, both of which quickly bowed to Cracker and Michelle as the former disembarked from his mount and then turned to help his fiancée off her own porcupine.

“At ease,” Cracker said to the soldiers, who jumped aside as Samore breezed past them, the gate swinging open with a bombastic shout.

“The lady of the house is home!”

“The party is happening in the back yard. We’ve got a pavilion set up,” Samore called back to the other two as she lead them around the side of the massive white house and through a garden gate.

In the backyard, more of the roasted marshmallow torches were set up around a dancefloor made of polished saltine crackers. Multicolored streamers looped through the autumnal trees above their heads, making a canopy around the floor and the white covered tables that create a semi-circle around them.

The rest of the guests were already there, and Michelle spotted Spice immediately. Her hair was as bright as the flames and her smile just as brighter as she leapt over to the other young woman in two levitated bounds.

“Michelle! It’s so good to see you!” Spice exclaimed, grasping the other woman’s hands and squeezing them tightly. “How have you been?!”

“It’s good to see you too,” Michelle replied, beaming. “I love your dress.”

“Oh, this old thing?” Spice giggled as she smoothed down the folds of her orange and yellow dress with red accents that looked like it was made of fall leaves. Her choker and bracelet looked like dripping maple syrup.

Michelle was about to compliment her outfit again when a pair of gloved hands suddenly covered her eyes, making her gasp. “Guess who, Aunt Michelle!

“Peppermint?” the young woman whirled around as the hands were removed from her vision to see Peppermint and Candy Cane, the twin oldest children of Winter and Perospero. They were wearing matching red and white striped suits with top hats. CC in particular really resembled his father in the outfit, especially since he was wearing his blue hair loose from its ponytail.

“How have you been, Auntie?” He asked Michelle.

“Very good, thank you.” She replied with a warm smile.

“Hey, you two! It’s been a while” Cracker exclaimed, clapping each of the twins on the back. “I hope you two have been practicing the sword techniques I taught you.”

“Of course, Uncle Cracker,” Peppermint insisted.

“We can show ya if you want,” her twin added, a mischievous glint in his red eyes.

Spice’s face lit up. “That sounds fun!”

“Not now, it’ll be dinner soon,” Samore replied insistently.

“You’re no fun, Samore,” Spice grumbled.

“Oh, there you are, Cracker. I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.” Michelle turned at the sound of an unfamiliar voice as Oven strolled over to them. He was wearing long white robes that were trimmed in brilliant embroidered flames.

“I wouldn’t miss one of your parties, Oven,” Cracker replied with a grin. As he spoke, his arm wrapped around Michelle’s waist, pulling her closer to him. “You remember my fiancée, Michell, right?”

Oven smirked down at the young woman, giving his brother a knowing look. “Of course, how could I forget? She’s very memorable.”

Michelle felt her face go rather warm, and she doubted it was from the marshmallow torchlight.

“Don’t tease her, darling,” Samore lightly chastised him, crossing her arms disapprovingly.

“It’s just a bit of fun, dear,” Oven exclaimed with a booming laugh before he scooped his wife up and placed her on his shoulder, despite Samore’s protests.

“Oven! I need to get changed.”

“Come on, you’re fine as you are!”

“Oven, please put me down!”

A loud bang from across the yard interrupted the couples’ friendly argument.

Samore froze for a moment, fingers tangling in her husband’s reddish orange hair to steady herself. “Burn! How many times have I told you not to turn your brother into a bomb!”

The boy she was referring to whirled around immediately, a guilty expression on his wide brown face. He looked to be in his early teens and was dressed like a traditional magician with a black waistcoat and top hat. He had bright white gloves which offset his warm brown skin and red eyes like Samore. From under his tall hat, reddish curls peeked out to frame his face.

“Aw come on, Mom! I can just make another one!” called a slightly younger boy with orange dreadlocks that danced around his lithe form. He was wearing a cheetah print button down and black ballet slippers and was expertly twirling around the boy in the top hat, jumping around with acrobatic expertise.

As Michelle looked on in confusion, the boy with the orange dreadlocks and cheetah print top suddenly split into two identical beings like some kind of single celled organism. As she looked on, mouth falling open, the boy divided again and then again and suddenly there were six identical copies.

Almost as soon as he did so, the older boy with the top hat and red curls pressed his gloved hand to one of the moving bodies and it suddenly light up bright red. With another loud bang it exploded like a lead balloon, sending the other copies scrambling to get out the way.

“Again! Again!” Laughter and clapping could be heard from Perospero and Winter’s other set of twins, nearly identical boys named Truffle and Fudge, whom Michelle remembered from the tea party on Candy Island.

“Burn! What did I just tell you?” Samore loudly chastised the red-haired boy, “Stop using your Devil Fruit before someone gets hurt!”

“But Mom! Bake is fine!” Burn insisted.

“Yeah, he’s only blowing up the fake mes!” the orange haired boy insisted.

Samore sighed in exasperation, pinch the bridge of her nose. “I’m going to get changed. You talk to them,” she added to Oven before jumping from his shoulder and landing on the ground with surprising ease. She then made her way to the house, flanked by some of the dough boy Homies that were wandering around the pavilion serving drinks.

“We brought spiced cider, by the way,” Michelle exclaimed, remembering the drink and producing it from the basket, giving it to Oven.

“Oh thanks for that,” he took the bottle from her. “Now excuse me, I’ve gotta go deal with my kids.”

“I’ll take that!” Spice exclaimed, snatching it from her older brother and flying off.

“Hey boys!” Cracker reached into the basket he and Michelle had brought as well, pulling out the brightly colored rocket-shaped explosives. “I brought fireworks!”

Burn and Bake both clapped and cheered at this as did Truffle and Fudge.

“Wait until after dinner,” Oven called over their reverie, giving Cracker a murderous glare.

Meanwhile, Michelle felt someone tap her on the shoulder and turned to see Perospero standing over her, holding his youngest child Chestnut close to his chest.

The baby babbled and waved his chubby fingers.

“Good evening, Michelle,” the eldest Charlotte sibling said to her, smiling through his long tongue.

“Hello, Perospero. Hello, Chestnut,” Michelle couldn’t help but brighten up immediately at the sight of the baby.

She reached up towards him only to immediately draw her hands back when the baby suddenly took a snap at her fingers.

“Chestnut!” Perospero quickly adjusted him in his arms. “Terribly sorry, he’s teething.” His father quickly explained, waving his hand to produce a piece of candy using his Devil Fruit. “Here you are, my boy. Suck on this instead.”

Chestnut eagerly slurped at the candy piece as Michelle looked on fondly.

She then spied Winter sitting a short distance away at one of the covered tables beside her sister North, both of whom were wearing heavy fur coats. It soon became obvious why as a heavy cloud of snow was hovering over the two women and frantic flurries danced over their heads thanks to Winter’s own powers.

Michelle’s eyes soon met with the older woman’s steady gaze, and she waved halfheartedly, still a little intimidated. Winter smiled at her in response. Her demeanor was cold, but her eyes were warm.

She then slowly rose to her feet and walked over to Michelle and Perospero, holding out her hands to the latter so she could take their son from him.

At that moment, a large arm suddenly wrapped around Michelle’s shoulders, pulling them against a firm body. The young woman glanced up to see the sharp yellow eyes and flowing green hair of Sakura. “Hi, Michelle! How are you?!” the taller woman exclaimed in her thick Wanonese accent.

“S-Sakura!” Michelle struggled slightly against the other woman’s strength. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Sakura was wearing a magnificent pink yukata with her hair all swept into an elegant updo. She had cherry blossoms and other ornate clips twisted into her hair as well as many necklaces and rings on her fingers. She was even wearing a pair of gold earrings shaped like tiny samurai swords.

“Same to you.” Sakura held a pastry out to the smaller woman. “Want a maple bacon donut.”

“Thank you,” Michelle accepted the treat before glancing around. “Where’s Katakuri.”

“Over there,” Sakura pointed to where her husband was lounging at another table, arms and legs crossed and face mostly buried in his white fur scarf. “He doesn’t want to be here,” she added in a hushed voice with a knowing smile.

Perospero clicked his tongue, “He works too hard.”

“Tell me about it,” Sakura rolled her eyes.

Suddenly, Spice swooped down between them. “Drinks girls?!” she handed them each a champagne glass of the spiced cider Michelle and Cracker had brought. “Smoothie’s bartending, so this party is going to be awesome!”

The other young woman could indeed spy Spice’s fellow Sweet Commander behind the bar further back from the pavilion floor. She was wearing a magenta suit that accented her long silvery hair perfectly. She was speaking in hushed voices with Crystal, Winter and North’s middle sister.

Even from this distance, Michelle could see the yearning in their eyes, and her heart felt sad.

“Oh wow!” Spice’s exclamation drew the other young woman’s attention towards Samore, who was making her way back from the house.

She had changed into a beautiful evening gown that was made of melted chocolate that dripped down her entire body like a waterfall, perfectly molded to her form. Her jewelry was tiny marshmallows that glittered like crystals and the decorative clutch she clasped in her gloved hand was made of graham crackers.

“You look beautiful, Samore,” Sakura said to her. “Does it stretch to accommodate your other sizes?”

Samore smirked at her. “Nope!” She seemed almost happy about this, and Michelle felt her brow crinkle in confusion.

“Mama always makes her stay in her Giant form for Tea Parties and such,” Spice whispered to her, “So she can show her off to all of her socialite friends. I think it’s frustrating for her, so it’s probably nice to stay in her normal form.”

Michelle didn’t really know how to respond to that, especially since as Samore walked back over to where she, Spice and Sakura were standing, she noticed the rather prominent scars against her neck indicating there had once been a very heavy collar fastened against her throat.

“So, is this a party or what?!” Sakura suddenly exclaimed, throwing up her hands, “Let’s dance or something! It’s a celebration.”

“Figures you wouldn’t be impressed,” Spice replied, rolling her eyes as she floated after Sakura towards the dance floor, “Your dad throws wild parties every night of the week!”

Michelle almost jumped when someone tapped her on the shoulder, but the tight knot in her chest instantly softened when she turned to meet Cracker’s familiar grin. “How about a dance, my dear?’

His fiancée quickly accepted his hand, “I’d love to.”

As Cracker lead her onto the dancefloor, Oven and Samore followed suit, and Michelle caught a glimpse of the branded mark burned onto the small of the other woman’s back.

The Hoof of the Celestial Dragon: scarred over but still there.

~~~

The rest of the party was a blur of eating, drinking, talking and dancing. There was so much food available, Michelle thought she might burst; although she supposed it should be expected for an event involving the Charlotte family.

She danced with Cracker and drank cider with Spice and Sakura (as well as a bit of sake courtesy of the former). She talked with Winter and her sisters and even took Truffle and Fudge up on their offer to dance with her.

As the night carried on, and the stars moved across the sky to the rhythm of the city’s fervor around them, Cracker eventually got out the fireworks for Oven and Samore’s sons Burn and Bake to enjoy.

They set up the rockets in the field, down the grassy slope from the pavilion. Everyone else pulled their chairs to the edge and lined them up, so they could watch the show.

Michelle was sitting beside an empty seat for Cracker on her right while Charlotte Souffle, Oven and Samore’s third child and only daughter, sat on her left.

“Isn’t this exciting, Auntie Michelle?!” she was saying. “I always love the fireworks.”

Michelle turned to give her a warm smile. She was a small girl with medium skin and red eyes like her mother. Her hair was yellow and very curly, mostly hidden behind a blue bonnet which matched her dress that had a balloon like skirt that seemed to puff out like a great white and blue balloon. Her face was painted white like a clown’s with additional eye makeup and a small blue dot on her nose. Her mouth was wide and full of an innocent grin.

Michelle had to put hers on somewhat. She was personally a little anxious about fireworks.

She nearly jumped when the sudden popping bang could be heard. Facing forward once more, she watched another of the fireworks shoot up into the sky and explode amongst the stars with a loud bang and eruption of color. All of the party guests clapped and exclaimed their appreciation.

Souffle’s eyes were filled with nearly as many stars as the sky above them as she took in the fireworks, raining down around them like shimmering jewels.

Michelle then noticed Chestnut was sitting up in his mother’s lap, his hands reaching up towards the remnants of the fireworks as they fell back down to earth, almost as if he wanted to catch them in his chubby hands.

She felt a familiar warmth in her chest that reminded her of how much she wanted to have children of her own one day. She couldn’t wait for her and Cracker to get married.

Meanwhile, Katakuri was sitting off to the side with Sakura on his lap; his arms were wrapped around her waist, keeping her in place as she leaned back against his chest, a content smile on her face.

The fireworks show seemed to take forever and seemingly no time at all; it held a spell over the crowd, transfixing everyone and practically lifting them out of time and space and temporarily transporting them to a pocket dimension where only this moment existed, only this land of noise and light reminded, independent of everything else.

Michelle sat, surrounded by her family, and she was happy.

Once the last rocket had been set off, Burn and Bake ran back up the hill, out of the darkness of the field towards them, with Cracker trudging not far behind.

Michelle leapt up from her seat and ran to meet him, leaping into his arms as he caught her by the waist.

“Here’s my girl!” he exclaimed, “Something on your mind, sweetheart?” he added.

Michelle blushed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her cheek. “I’m just having a very good time,” she replied simply.

The party started to wind down after that. Winter, North, Crystal gathered around the bar to talk with Smoothie while she cleaned the used glasses.

Perospero and Oven were having a heated discussion about some Tottoland politics while Samore and Souffle played with baby Chestnut.

Spice was entertaining Truffle and Fudge along with Burn and Bake, who were soon having another round of fireworks with Spice’s soul clones.

Peppermint and Candy Cane soon challenged Cracker to a duel, which carried out into the field. It was a friendly spar, but still intense as all things tended to be with the Charlotte family.

Michelle watched from a distance, starting to feel a little chill coming from the night air.

After parrying Peppermint and her sword Uzumaki and then blocking CC and his sword Kasane, Cracker looked her way. “Michelle! You look like you’re getting tired, sweetheart.”

“Oh! No, I’m fine,” she barely got the words out before the young woman had to stifle a yawn.

“Perhaps you should get going,” Perospero mused from nearby, “We’ll probably leave soon as well. The younger children shouldn’t be up too late.”

“You do have a bit of a journey back as well,” Samore agreed. “I’ll have one of the dough Homies fetch yours and Cracker’s coats.” Their hostess paused, glancing around, but there were no Homies in sight.

Oven chuckled. “I think our kids may have destroyed them all.”

“Those little pyromaniacs!” Samore huffed.

“It’s alright, I can get them myself,” Michelle insisted.

“Are you sure, my dear. I can always-” Samore started to offer, but Michelle shook her head.

“I don’t want to keep you from seeing off your guests.”

“Well, alright. The coatroom is the fourth door on your right when you go in the back entrance.”

“Thanks!” With that, Michelle ran across the garden towards the large white manor.

It didn’t take her long to locate the back entrance, but the hall beyond was dimly light and difficult to navigate. Remembering Samore’s instructions, she fumbled through the shadowed corridor until she found the door to the coatroom.

As she was gathering hers and Cracker’s cloaks up, she heard muffled noises and what sounded like voices coming from another room nearby.

Somewhat disoriented, Michelle stumbled out of the coatroom only to notice that the room across the hall’s door was slightly ajar. She could still hear the hushed sounds coming from inside.

Curiosity burning inside her, the young woman tiptoed across the hall and peered through the gap between the door and the wall.

It took a moment to come into focus, but she could soon make out Katakuri’s large form braced against the wall with one hand, holding Sakura’s leg against his hip with the other. His scarf was loose, but his face wasn’t visible as it was buried in the crook of Sakura’s neck. His wife’s arms were gripping his shoulders tightly, her long nails digging into the fabric of his suit jacket. She threw her head, gasping her husband’s name.

“K-Katakuri! Ah!” she yelped as he seemingly sank his teeth into her neck, her hands scrambling up into his hair, pulling the short strands tightly.

Michelle scrambled back from the door, struggling to force down a surprised squeak. She probably made far too much noise in her frantic dash towards the exit thanks to her bad leg, but she didn’t linger long enough to see if she had been discovered.

She dashed back outside, her face burning in the cool night air only to run straight into Cracker’s broad chest. “There you are, Sugar Cookie. I was wondering where you went.”

Despite the short distance she had run, Michelle was panting, “I-I got the coats.”

Cracker smirked down at his fiancée, reaching out to clasp her face between his large hands. “Is everything alright, my dear. You look a little flushed.”

“I’m alright,” Michelle insisted, forcing back the urge to pout.

“Very well, I suppose we should be going then.” Without another word, Cracker scooped his fiancée up along with the coats and carried her towards the gate despite her feeble protests.

The other party guests were making their way out as well, sharing final farewells with their hosts.

Michelle managed to regain her composure enough to thank Oven and Samore for inviting them and to say goodbye to Spice and the others.

As Cracker carried her back to their ship, she felt her eyes beginning to grow heavy. It was indeed very late; the edges of the horizon were starting to fade indicating they were not long for a sunrise.

The party that had been carrying on in full swing had died down, with only some drunken revelers lingering sporadically in the messy streets.

Cracker’s long strides covered the distance almost as quickly as the porcupines they road into Fukkura Town on, and the rhythm of his movements practically rocked Michelle to sleep.

As they approached the coast, she could barely make out their waiting ship through her sleepy haze. Cracker leaned down and whispered, “We’ll be home soon, my love. Sleep well.”

Michelle smiled to herself, resting her head against her husband’s broad chest as her hand lazily reached up to stroke the side of his face before going limp as she drifted off to sleep.

The End.

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