#(Whew! This took me a good few hours.)

[necrolexic0n]

I FINISHED THE PANTS TO MY INK COSPLAY TODAY IM ECSTATIC WOOOO

will post pics later >:))))

[thewulf]

Good News Part 2 || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Original Request - So i saw somewhere where a woman got into trouble for "destruction of government property" but it's just her giving her military husband hickies, and i think this would be so hilarious with Jake Seresin.

A/N: Whew! Bless a lazy weekend, I've been able to crank these out. Please enjoy this tooth rotting fluff!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3.9k +

Part 1

“You’re seriously going to do it?” Bradley’s voice dropped an octave as he asked his roommate on board the carrier a very serious question. They were few and far between, but he had to know. Jake hadn’t shut the hell up about you for the last six months. Bradley knew the two of you were serious when you moved across the country for him a year ago. He was transferred to Virginia, and you didn’t want to let him go, couldn’t let him go. So, you moved with him. Somehow you had Jake whipped beyond anything Bradley could’ve ever of dreamed from the man.

Jake smiled looking at the picture of the ring his dad had sent him on his phone. They were finally back in United States waters, and he had reception for the first time in weeks.

 He had ordered you engagement ring before he left and had his dad pick it up once it was ready. He only knew one thing, he wanted to marry the hell out of you. He was only reassured when he saw that beautiful face turn into a gigantic smile once you spotted him coming off the carrier. God, he loved you more than life itself.

“Tonight.” Jake nodded at his enemy turned good friend. After the dagger squad had dissolved they were both shipped off to Virginia while the rest of the squad was sent throughout the country. They made a truce in hopes of embarrassing everybody else out here. They were smart in doing so. Quickly, they became fast friends after their tumultuous beginning. But as Maverick said, near death brings everybody a bit closer.

“Tonight?” Bradley sat up from the bed he was lounging on surprise laced in his voice, “You didn’t mention that when you said you were going to propose a few weeks ago.” His eyes were nearly bugging from his head. Hell, he knew they were nearing their mid 30’s and it wasn’t weird to get married… it just surprised him. Especially coming from Jake. The one who used to flirt with anything that moved. But that was years ago. Years before you came around, “You sure?” Bradley asked wanting to make sure it was his best decision.

Jake nodded with a bright smile, “Never been so damn sure of anything in my life Rooster.” He clapped his friends back as he threw the bookbag over his shoulder, “Now, let’s get off this carrier.”

Bradley smile and nodded, “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He was proud of his friend for taking that next step. It was never easy. But you made it so for him.

The two of them chatted and waited and chatted some more. They’d been docked for what felt like hours. It always took forever to disembark. No matter how well they prepped it always took what felt like decades to finally make it off. Everybody was terribly anxious to see their loved ones.

Finally, finally they were dismissed, and he was able to hold you. It was everything he needed and more. You were there. He was here. It was home. He was healed.

You would have sat in his lap on the ride back to your shared home had his parents not been driving in the front seat. So, you settled on snuggling up to him in the middle seat leaning your head on his shoulder. His parents were chatting away with their son as he mindlessly ran his fingers through your wavy hair. You were listening but you weren’t actually listening to the conversation. You were listening to his every heartbeat. His every breath. Smelling his Old Spice body wash and your favorite Tom Ford cologne that accented him perfectly. You were lost in taking him in. He was here. Finally, home. Finally.

His father let him know where he hid the ring in the house when he got some alone time with his son. His parents were throwing a welcome home party at your place, you’d always hosted. Jake just wanted to be home and his parents always insisted. Family was everything for them. The entirety of the Seresin clan flew out to Virginia Beach to welcome him home. Even some of your family made it over to welcome him back. As tired as he always was he was so grateful for the love his family gave him. He knew it was rare, so he never dreamed of pushing the love away. He was ever so thankful that you always understood and welcomed everybody with open arms. You always made them a priority.

Jake had decided to wait to ask you to marry him. Wait until everybody left for the night. Even until his parents left. He just wanted it to be you and him. He’d always dreamed of doing something big and grand, that was his style. But that wasn’t your style at all. A grand gesture would mortify you. You wanted something simple. He’d do anything for you. A simple gesture it was.

It was harder than he imagined waiting to propose to you. You didn’t seem to have a clue it was coming even though he pretty much told you earlier with the ‘even bigger news’ incoming. As smart and observant as you were this was something he absolutely adored about you. You’d miss the simplest things in front of you. Or you’d take something and overanalyze it into oblivion until it didn’t even make sense anymore. But he loved it. He loved the little blush that danced across your cheeks when the realization hit you. He loved the expressions your face always went through. Through and through, he loved you. There was nothing he had ever been so sure of. You. You were his end game.

He watched as you talked with almost every family member of his. How effortlessly you were able to hold a conversation when you needed to. He watched as all his brothers and sisters kids clung to you throughout the night. How easily you were able to play with them and shoo them off when needed. He was damn sure his heart nearly melted every time you made eye contact with him. You’d always look away quickly knowing you got caught. But he got caught as well and he didn’t give a damn. He loved watching you. Seeing you.

“Hey handsome,” You squeezed Jake’s side later on in the night after the cookout, “How are you holding up?”

He leaned into your touch. Shameless really. All he wanted to do is hold you. Touch you. Breathe you in. But his family made that really fucking hard to do that. He tried not to complain about it. He loved them dearly. They were always sure to try. How lucky was he? An incredible family and an even better person standing beside him.

“I’m just a bit tired.” He admitted to you. He never lied to you. Nor did you to him. Without much thought you gently ran your hands through his sculpted hair. You knew he didn’t care that you were messing up his hairstyle. Not when it was you. You felt the sigh escape his lips as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment. He allowed himself to really be in the moment with you.

“I’m sorry honey.” You cooed in his ear. If you could you’d shoo them all away. But you knew better. They’d come all in from across the country for him. Both of you knew it was just another few hours and then you’d get your alone time. Your hour of bliss before the sleep inevitably took over.

His eyes opened seeing your soft eyes giving him a concerned look, “It’s alright Y/N.” He kissed your lips quicky to reassure you, “Just a few more hours then you’re all mine.” He whispered into your ear nibbling at its base just enough to tease you. He already had you squirming in his arms.

You would’ve whispered something obscene had his own mother not called out to you then, “Y/N! Dear! Do you mind helping me serve the desserts?” She asked in her thicker than molasses southern accent with a big white toothy grin on her face. You’d never dreamed of saying no to her.

You grinned, “Of course Alice, I’ll be right there.” You waved to her before turning to your boyfriend.

“Let me go help your momma.” You kissed his cheek before turning. He caught your arm before you could get too far away from him.

“Thank you. It means a lot to her.” He pulled you in for quick kiss on the forehead, “Which means a whole lot to me.”

“You know I like helping her.” You smiled feeling all the love from him in that moment. You felt so damn lucky that he was yours. All yours. Little did you know he was going to make that permanent in just a few hours. Oh, how he wished time would just skip forward.

“Thank you.” He grinned running a gentle hand down your arm. He needed to touch you. To feel you. Six months was far too long without his favorite person. His rock. The one he trusted the most. The one he needed the most. You.

“Course honey.” Your smile couldn’t fall. It felt surreal that he was actually home. You’d willed this day to be here ever since he stepped onto the carrier six months ago. Finally.

“I love you.” He kissed you one more before dropping your arm.

“Love ya handsome.” You waved before wandering off into the kitchen. Jake watched as your hair bounced and your dress swayed side to side. He was so damn happy he found you.

“We’ll pick you both up at eleven tomorrow for brunch with the family?” Alice asked as you and Jake walked his parents to the door. Your parents hadn’t made it much past ten before they left. Jake’s managed to be the last ones to stay. She insisted on helping you clean up. You yawned feeling the time hit you. It was nearing one in the morning. Far past your usual bedtime. Jake must’ve been a damn zombie by now. He normally slept for days after getting off a deployment.

“Sounds good mom. We’ll be ready.” He kissed her on the cheek. After he shook his dads hand. You didn’t catch the wink he tossed his son. He knew what Jake was planning. You were still as clueless as ever standing behind him admiring the cute little family interact.

“Sleep well Y/N.”

“You too Alice, Dave.” You couldn’t stop the second yawn that overcame you as you waved to them. Jake shut the door behind them quickly. Not waiting a second before turning towards you.

A devilish smile took over his features, “Finally.” He grinned before making a bee line towards you and scooping you up into his arms, “I missed you my love.”

“Jake.” You giggled in his arms. You weren’t complaining but this was new. He was always touchy, but this was different. It was needy. You loved it. He was all yours. Yours and yours only, “What’s gotten into you honey.” You looked up to him breath catching in your throat as you caught his eye. He was giving you that look. The one that told you everything. He was bearing his soul to you.

He shrugged after shifting his gaze to the unassuming box he left on the counter. The one that housed your ring. The one he got custom made with his grandma’s and your grandma’s diamond rings. Both of your mothers went with him to help him out. He knew you were going to love it, but damn was he suddenly nervous. He knew he hadn’t a thing to worry about. You were going to yes. He couldn’t help but to be nervous though. This was it. This was him committing to you. To taking those next steps. He wanted those things with you. To buy a home and make it yours together. To have children that look like the both of you. To raise them to be even better versions of both of you. To do this life together. He was nervous. But damn was he ready.

“I missed you. I missed you so much. I missed that beautiful face. That smart ass mouth. This gentle soul. I love you my darlin’.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. A much gentler and more relaxed one. So much slower and thoughtful. One that showed you just how much he loved you. His heart and soul were yours for the taking.

“I love you too.” You answered him when he broke the longing kiss. He walked you over to the kitchen island sitting you down on the barstool. Your eyes were glazed over with the love that shone out of you. Even then you still hadn’t a clue. This was one of the many reasons you had come to love him so deeply.

He brushed a stray hair out of your face, “Anybody ever told you how pretty you are? Most beautiful woman in the world?” That compliment and the look he was giving you could make any woman swoon. You’d be amiss if you didn’t blush violently at that.

“You have. All the time.” It came out as a whisper. He had the ability to do that to you. Make you nervous beyond belief. Make you feel like the most special human in the world. He makes sure to treat you as his world and so much more.

His grin widened as his eyes scanned your face. Beautiful. So utterly beautiful. He found you ethereal even. Without a flaw. See, the two of you hardly even fought. If you did it was because somebody was tired or failed to communicate. Both of you learned to worth through issues with words. Something you’d never found in a partner before him. He tried. And succeeded. And then blew your expectations out of the water. People prayed for a love like yours. God were you thankful.

“It’s true sweetheart.” He pulled the box over without you knowing. Still clueless as ever. His favorite human. He palmed the small ring box underneath snaking it behind his back. His mouth began to dry up as he realized what he was actually doing. God he wanted you more than ever. His girl.

Your cheeks warmed even more if they possibly could, “You’re too sweet on me Mr. Seresin.”

He shook his head, “I’d disagree with you sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek as he took a step in closer, “I’d argue that I’m not sweet enough. Being away for so long was awful. It made me realize how much you really truly meant and mean to me. You’re everything. It’s that simple. You’re my reason to get up. You my love. My dear. My sweets. My sweetheart. My everything.” He kissed your other cheek taking a second to get the next line straight.

It felt like your heart was going to drop out of your ass. He was always so sweet to you, but this was something more. Could he possibly be doing what you’d dreamed of for far too long? You quickly shook that thought out of your head as he continued. Leaving you utterly speechless.

“I love you so much sweetheart. And I know I’m ready to take the next step with you. I want to do this life with you. Build a home with you. Start a family with you.” He kissed your forehead now.

Oh. Shit. Maybe he really was? You slid forward in the barstool now fully awake. God you’d probably pass out he if really was proposing, “You do?” Your smile about made him pass out. The most genuine look. The happiest he’s probably ever seen you. And he did that. He made you smile like that.

“I do, if that’s what you want?” He paused waiting for some confirmation.

You took that as a chance to kiss him on the lips. He was inevitably going to move there next. You felt him smile into the kiss wrapping his arms around you lightly, “You’re my best girl. My favorite human. The best thing that’s ever happened to me Y/N. Will you marry me?” He asked taking a slight step back and kneeling down holding the most beautiful right in his hand.

You could only nod due to your complete lack of being able to form any words. You pulled him up for another long kiss trying to think of anything to say, something.

“One thousand times yes.” You whispered to him once you pulled away, only because you needed oxygen.

He pulled you so you were standing on his toes. Holding you tightly to his chest knowing you were most likely weak at the knees, “Mrs. Seresin has a nice ring to it.” He gleamed cupping your chin in one hand. Gently this time he pressed his lips to yours while sliding the ring on your finger with his other hand.

Looking down at the ring you were sure your cheeks were about to rip from the smile that came across your face, “Y/N Seresin.” You giggled admiring the most stunning engagement ring. He’d done more than you could’ve ever dreamed. Your man. Your forever man now.

He sucked in a breath admiring you, “That’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

You giggled hugging him close to you, “I love you so much Jake.”

He hugged you back, never wanting to let you go, “You have no idea darlin’. I love you too.”

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[biibini]

Could you possibly write something for modern mizu with a gf that bakes alot during the odd hours at night due to insomnia to past the time :^ due to this, mizu gets gifted a bunch of sweets and pastries

modern!mizu x baker!reader (request)

a/n: this is such a cute idea omg,,, personally im more of a cook over baker (my roomie bakes more than me) but i do like a good pastry. time to add my fav gif of mizu … isn’t she just so dreamy 😻

the first few times u stayed over, u were able to sleep in peace with mizu

surprisingly, ur insomnia didn’t keep u fully awake while ur gf was sleeping

feeling her warm arms wrap around ur body made u feel more secure as u started to slumber

u weren’t fully knocking out every night but it became easier to fall asleep and stay asleep for a good duration of the night

it felt so satisfying to finally sleep through most nights

as midterms became closer & closer, the quality of ur sleep began to decrease dramatically

most nights spent with mizu ended up into some

and then some nights became few

at first, u attempted to hide ur insomnia with using homework and projects as an excuse

initally, they weren’t excuses but u had played the card so much that it started to become one

It was a week and a half before midterms week, aka hell on earth. You and Mizu had just finished dinner, now relaxing on her bed. While she was busy on her phone, you were preparing to find the best way to fall asleep successfully. Staring into your laptop in front of you, you felt her get up from the bed.

She walked over to the bathroom and getting ready to go slumber. You on the other hand, are still mentally stuck on how well you will sleep tonight.

Having insomnia meant having many off days and nights. During high-school, it was more difficult to manage your sleep schedule due to the amount of extra-curricular activities and schoolwork you had to balance while growing up. You’ve found a few ways and simple tricks to fight against it.

One way that helped you calm down during high school was baking. A messy task, yes, but the end result was worth it. It had been a few years since it’s gotten this bad. Junior year was a while ago, and the thought of college during that time sent your stress levels through the roof.

Maybe bringing back baking wouldn’t be so bad…

“Hey baby?”

You snapped out of your empty stare and look up at Mizu.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to wash up soon? It’s past midnight and you have a 9 AM tomorrow.” she reminded. Mizu knew how grumpy you could be the next day if you stayed up too long.

“Yeah, um” you glance at your computer only to find a title slide on a history presentation, “I’ll sleep soon, I just want to finish my part of this project.”

Mizu nodded as she turned off every light except for the night next to you. You look up to her, a small smile growing on your face.

“M’kay,” she placed a hand on your cheek and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, “Just not too late.”

She moved to your lips, giving them a good night kiss.

“I’ll try.” You say as you reach for her face to share another good night kiss. You lower the brightness of your laptop as Mizu tucks herself in next to you.

An hour later, you end up finish your part of the presentation. You check your phone to let your group know about your completion. Putting it down, you read the time. 1:30 AM.

Fuck, you should really get some sleep for tomorrow’s lecture.

You slowly get out of bed, checking to make sure Mizu hasn’t waken up from your movement. All you hear is a turn to the other side away from you.

Whew.

You plug in your laptop quickly on the desk, making sure that all the lights in the apartment were closed. You gently tugged at the sheets, tucking yourself in as quietly as you could. As you started to close your eyes, you took a deep breath.

In. Out.

In. Out.

In. Out.

A grumble could be heard from Mizu, turning back towards you. You feel her hands try to find you, slowly grabbing what she could find. As she pulled you closer, you continued to relax your body.

Eyes closed, mind empty.

Yet, your mind does reach a thought. An anxious thought.

What if I wake up tired, like before?

You try to shake away the thought, enveloping yourself with Mizu’s presence. Forcing your eyes shut, you continue to take slow & deep breaths.

2:30 rolls in and you’re still stuck trying to fall asleep. Technically, you should be in dreamland right now instead of being awake. Your eyes are heavy but they not too heavy to completely close. Your body is still yet your mind keeps racing.

You trusted your old tricks would help you fall asleep. Hoping that they would work, your mind finally begins to clear up and rest.

as the days went by, it got progressively worse and worse

it went to the point where u were just always up, maybe spare an hour or two for a nap, and then the nightly attempt to fall asleep next to mizu

ur aware of what was happening yet ur mind wouldn’t stop running at full speed

u wish ur mind would just shut off

and if it wasn’t ur mind staying awake for once, it was ur body keeping u awake

it was so tiring to think ab peace night after night after night, hoping for a good nights sleep but to end up feeling drained and half awake once the sun rose

on nights where ur mind or body wouldn’t shut down, u ended up succumbing to ur old habits and took out the baking pan & sheets

u thought u could stay quiet like a few years before

on the other hand, mizu began to notice the slight changes in the house

whenever she would wake up for morning workouts, ur laptop would open and on ur lap

or the baking pan and whisks and mixing bowls would be dripping wet on the drying rack

once she found a new loaf of bread in the pantry, something was up

she figured u were just up cleaning late at night as a break from the late night homework grind

but with the random loaf, it didn’t quite fit the story she had in mind

one early morning, she heard a metal noise mid toilet and tiktok session in

(a/n: i’m guilty of doing that too sorry)

concerned, she went go check in the bedroom to find an empty bed

“Y/N?” she quietly called into the hallway.

God damnit.

You had accidentally banged the baking pan on the oven’s metal rack. You quickly slid the pan into the oven, hoping the croissants u had just prepped wouldn’t be seen. You peeked over your shoulder to see Mizu’s eyes half awake, trying to comprehend what she was seeing.

You quickly checked the time on the clock. No way it was already time for her workout.

5:30 AM.

“Morning, Mizu.” A weak smile spread on your face. You felt blood rushing to your cheeks, stemming from the embarrassment of getting caught in the act.

“I just went to the bathroom and heard a noise. What’s going on, Y/N?”

She looked down into the oven, spotting the croissants.

“Did you want a sweet treat that badly?” her voice questioning you and slightly concerned. She walked towards you and gently pressed your hand.

“No, it’s just that…”

“That?”

You took a deep breath as you glanced down at her hand grasping onto yours. You look up to her eyes, ready to tell the truth. Her blue eyes seemed more awake and ready to listen, almost glowing in the dark.

“I have insomnia.” You let the truth spill out. “It hasn’t been this bad since high school but coping with it has been a bit difficult these days. I’ve tried so many ways to shut my mind off but nothing’s working.”

“Aw, baby…”

“And the best way I managed it back when it was worse was baking. It helped me keep my mind off things and pass the time.” You took a step back to find your phone and put on a timer for 12 minutes.

“So here I am. Back to old habits.” You ended, sighing in relief. You weren’t sure of what Mizu’s reaction would be. A little part of you was frightened, anxiously waiting for her response.

You didn’t expect her next actions. She let go of your hand and headed toward the sink, calmly washing the bowls and other dishes that have collected over the night.

Stunned, you watched as she continued to wash up. You looked over to see her reaction only to find a calm face.

“Mizu?” you asked, still confused about her response.

She looked up, her hands still cleaning the mixing bowls you had used.

“Did you need help with anything else before I go to the gym? I know insomnia must be hard to cope with but if this is what helps you pass the time,” Mizu finishing the final bowl, placing it gently on the dishwasher rack. “I’d like to help out in any way I can.”

“No, I’m okay but thank you for cleaning up for me.” Coming up to her, you give her a kiss on the cheek. She smiles at you and nods.

“Anytime, hon.”

She takes a glance at the clock. 5:40 AM.

“I’m gonna get ready now. Let me know if you need anything or any ingredients.” She hurries into the bedroom, getting ready to change into gym clothes.

“Okayyy.” You say, checking your phone for the timer.

A thought comes to mind.

“Actually, there is one thing you can do.” You say, following her into the bedroom. Mizu, mid-tying her hair, paused and gave you her full attention. “You can be my little taste tester.”

She chuckled as she fixed her hair into a bun.

“I get first dibs? For lil ol’ me?”, she says playfully as she grabs one of her light zip-up jackets from the closet, completing her workout outfit.

You nod happily. “Mhm. You can even request a recipe or two.”

How enticing, Mizu thought.

if u were up during her workout days, she would always find a fresh batch of pastries sitting on the dining table

on days that her or ringo had classes, u would leave a little bag or container of pastries that they go bring to school

u would always leave a little love note with a little heart and a “To my Mizu”

mizu loved the little gifts, especially if they were at her request

one night, she asked for a peach cobbler pie

woke up the next morning to find a slice in a container and a sticky note atop reading “a request for my love ♥︎”

she placed the sticky note by her desk

and brought the slice to school with her

after her class she shared with akemi, they decided to get some late morning tea by the coffee shop nearby

mizu’s eyes widen after the first bite settled in

it was bomb

peaches were practically bursting in her mouth

she continued to eat, trying to contain the deliciousness of the pie

she would text u later ab how good it was

in full detail

many paragraphs

many positive critiques

and end with a thank you for ur baking ♥︎

[megamindsecretlair]

In Need of Love

Pairing: Kane x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Use of n-word. PIV, oral (fem receiving) cursing, hella dirty talk, Daddy kink, teasing, all consensual. Established relationship. Reader is pregnant. Mentions of abortion and non-inclusive language. No spoilers for the show.

Summary: A wonderful ask from @luvvforanimatedmen. What would happen if you confessed you were pregnant to Kane?

Word Count: 3,382k

A/N: So sorry this took forever, love! My brain don't be braining sometimes! Thanks for the ask and the support. Whew. Something about that man just gets me going. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs.

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You were not the type to pace, but here you were pacing the living room. Kane said he would be home soon and he rarely broke a promise. If he did, he always fixed it with his dick anyway. If only that man knew…

He thought he could solve all of your problems with a roll in the sheets. Truthfully, you started shit on purpose just for him to give you that look. That warning look. The look that told you that you had gone too far now and he would have to set you right.

You shivered as you paced. This was exactly how ya’ll ended up in this situation. You couldn’t bring yourself to blame him entirely. With everything going on, you didn’t think to pay attention to your period. The stress of the last few weeks had taken its toll on the both of you. 

You barely had chances to take some of that stress off of Kane. Quick rub and tucks, eating you out here, bustin’ one inside you there. When you confirmed earlier this morning with a test, you weren’t sure how to feel.

You stared at that damn test for possibly hours, as you worked through a gamut of emotions. Were you happy? Maybe? The good Lord knew that you and Kane didn’t have the best childhoods. Which Black people did these days? 

With everything going on involving the business, this wasn’t the best time to bring a child into this world. But the thought of getting rid of it without even telling Kane…you somehow couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Kane was always making decisions without you, but you knew he wouldn’t forgive you if you took this one out of his hands. 

You pictured having a son that looked just like his ass. And would probably get in just as much trouble. You feared for the type of world he’d be living in. If he would even see his twenty-first birthday. Hell, if Kane would live to see it too. 

Where the fuck was he? 

Kane’s slow steps approached the door. The turn of the lock finally halted your steps, turning to face the front door. 

“Hey, little mama,” he said.

If only he knew… Nerves bubbled in your stomach. A stomach now carrying a little boy or girl. Or was it too soon to think that? 

As Kane closed the door behind him, saying goodbye to his boys, your hands came around to hug your middle. There were too many mixed emotions about this and you were freaking the fuck out! 

Kane shuffled over to you and gave you a funny look. “What you standing in the middle of the floor for? Miss me that much?” He asked. He smirked and kissed your cheek. 

“I have something to tell you,” you said. You were too nervous to reach for more kisses like you usually did when he came home and you weren’t pissed about something. You swore. Kane was the only one who both raised your blood pressure and calmed it down. 

“Got anything to do with you leaving the house without someone to look after you?” He asked. 

“Who fuckin’ snitched?” You were gonna tear they little asses up. You couldn’t do shit without someone reporting it back to Kane. Like you were the fuckin’ child around here. 

Kane only smiled. He kissed your forehead and grabbed your hand, pulling you to come sit with him on the recliner. He liked making you sit on his lap, but you needed to see his face. Needed to gauge his reaction to the news. Were you hoping that he’d be happy? Sad? Pissed? If he were pissed, you’d kick his ass. It takes two to make a fuckin’ baby.

“You know that they work for me, right?” He asked.

You pulled yourself away from him. It was too tempting to sit on his lap and soak up some of his strength. Too tempting to get lost in the feel of his body.

“I can leave my house if I want to, Kane. Alone,” you said. 

He fluffled out the black sweatshirt he wore. His legs were spread wide and you forcefully dragged your eyes away from his crotch. Again, this was how you ended up in this situation.

“We already talked about that. There’s too much going on without me havin’ to worry about you being safe,” Kane said.

“I’ll be fine,” you said, dismissing him. You were a homebody on your best day. You left the house to go to work, maybe some partying with friends, but you were always right back in bed. People hardly knew Kane had a lady and that’s how he liked to keep it. 

“Baby–” 

You waved your hand. “Kane, stop,” you said.

“Come on, how would I feel if I let something happen to you?” 

“Shut up, Kane. Listen–” 

“The fuck is wrong now? What’s with the attitude?” Kane asked. He leaned back in his seat and tilted his head. He opened his mouth to continue off on some tangent about keeping you safe, no doubt. 

“I’m tryin’ to tell yo’ stupid ass that I’m pregnant!” You stomped your foot. Shit. This wasn’t how you pictured telling him. Nothing was ever easy with this nigga. He was the definition of an immovable force. He moved when he wanted to move. He spoke when he wanted to speak. And once he had an idea in his head…

You rubbed your forehead. An ache pulsed behind your right eye. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at his face now. You hadn’t intended to drop the bomb quite like that. Anyone would be shocked, angry, surprised–

Kane’s lips crashed into yours. You made an oomph sound as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer. He was biting and nibbling on your bottom lip until you opened up for him. His tongue delved inside. Kissing you passionately, desperately. 

His hands traveled from your waist to your face. His rough fingers dragged along your skin, bare from your tank top, and your sweatpants. His massive hands squeezed your cheeks as he kissed you roughly. 

“Kane!” You somehow whispered between you. 

He opened his eyes and the love pouring out of him was a tangible thing. It wrapped around you like the softest, warmest blanket on the coldest night. “I’m gon’ be a daddy?” 

You bit your lip. Your face was still cradled in his hands. There was only a few inches of space between you. You nodded and his grin was infectious.

“You makin’ me a daddy?” He leaned back to look at your tummy. As if he could already see life growing there. It was no bigger than a peanut at this time, but from the look on his face, you were already the size of a mack truck. 

Kane slowly got to his knees. “Kane…”

He lifted your tank top and kissed your belly. Tears sprung to your eyes. You looked away from the tender look on his face. ‘Soft’ was never uttered in the same sentence as Kane. And yet, that’s how he looked. Completely smitten with the idea of his baby.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he said.

“God…” Now you were really crying. Tears sprung from your eyes, the little traitorous bastards. You were expecting a lot of things. You had plenty of time today to think about his reactions. Happy was in there sure, but you never imagined this. 

“Don’t cry, little mama,” Kane whispered. He got back to his feet slowly. He brought your hands to his lips and kissed each of your knuckles. He pulled you closer, kissing both of your cheeks. He kissed both of your eyelids. “Mother to my child.” 

When he said it, it sounded magical. Whimsical. It sounded like you were an ordinary couple somewhere, where race didn’t matter, and you could be excited about raising a child together. No strings attached. 

“So…you’re not mad?” You asked slowly. It was right before your eyes, but you had a hard time trusting it. Believing it. You needed more confirmation. 

“Mad? This is the best news you could have ever given me.” His raspy voice was the balm you needed on your nerves. You melted against him, wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you back, holding on for dear life, and rocked you back and forth. 

He leaned back so he could kiss you again. His soft lips ignited something beneath your skin. His hands roamed your body once more as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted to grab you. 

Finally, his big hand came to rest on your belly. “My baby’s in there?” He asked. His quiet question was in danger of making you melt. 

“Yup,” you said with a nod. “Your child is in there.” You’d been feeling gross and heavy the past few weeks. You chalked it up to stress. The nausea was just something bad you ate. 

When you thought about it, you couldn’t remember your last period. You tried counting and then it dawned on you. Stupid. You went to the store without one of his little worker niggas following you around like a lost puppy. Some things women needed to do on their own.

Kane grinned but then it turned sinister right before your eyes. “What you lookin’ at me like that for?” 

“Come on,” he said. He grabbed your hand and pulled you deeper into the house. He marched towards your bedroom, forcing you to keep up with his long ass strides.

“Kane!” A laugh escaped you. It was hard keeping up with Kane sometimes. He was so damn unpredictable. To everyone else, he was some stone cold OG who still believed in rules and respect. He didn’t tolerate bullshit. Didn’t have time for it. With you, he was still an asshole, but at least he was a considerate one. 

“I want some twins,” he said. He stopped and pulled off his sweatshirt and t-shirt in one go. Your tank went next. 

You laughed at his enthusiasm. “Um, I’m pretty sure you know that’s not how it works,” you said. 

His eyes were fixated on your chest. He palmed your breasts, lifting them up, and testing their weight. His thumbs brushed over your nipples. You hissed. “Careful, they a little sensitive today,” you said.

“Yeah?” He licked his lips and watched you as his lips wrapped around your left nipple. Your back bowed as you moaned. The shits were sensitive as hell. His tongue flitted over your nipple. It somehow felt good? Like he was soothing the ache with his tongue. Damn him. Everything he did felt good. 

His fingers deftly worked on your sweatpants, releasing the tie, and shoving your pants down to your ankles. He walked you backwards, tripping over the fabric. “Kane!” You laughed and slapped at his shoulders. 

“You right. You carrying precious cargo now,” he said around your nipple.

“Corny ass,” you said. 

He chuckled as he bent down a bit to help disentangle your legs from your sweats. When you were completely naked, he pushed you down onto the bed. You groaned. You just washed these sheets.

“I’ll wash it,” he said when you told him.

“Yeah, aiight,” you said.

He grinned because he knew damn well that you were the one who was going to wash the sheets. You wouldn’t trust that mu’fucka at the laundromat to save his life. If he could point to where the soap went, your name was Susie. 

Kane stood over you. He rubbed your thighs, your knees, your calves, until spreading you open. Of course you were already wet for him. He looked at your glistening folds with a renewed hunger. 

“My baby,” he whispered. He climbed onto the bed and made you scoot up. Then, he settled in between your legs and licked your pussy.

“Kane!” You screamed. 

“Tasting so damn good. Who said you could?” He asked. He trapped your legs in the crook of his arms and spread you wider. 

Fuck, your pussy ached while he returned to eating you out. He swirled his tongue lazily around your clit. Fresh arousal gushed out of you. Kane hummed in satisfaction, bringing his fingers to your entrance and dipping a finger inside.

You bit your lip and moaned. A second finger entered you and you shivered. All the while, his tongue did devilish things to your pussy. With every swipe, he was pulling the orgasm out of you. The pace of his fingers increased. “Shit, shit, shit,” you moaned.

“Go on and give it up, little mama,” he said. 

Almost on command, your orgasm rocked you to the core. It was as if you had been tossed in the middle of the ocean during a storm. You didn’t know which way was up or down. You could only let it roll over you and pray for the best. Kane bit the inside of your thigh. 

“I can’t wait today,” he said. He climbed up your body, leaving wet kisses all over your skin. He left a trail of your arousal until he was lined up with you. He hadn’t even taken off his shorts yet.

He merely pushed them down far enough to free himself. No teasing. No preamble. He just dragged the tip of his dick along your slit, coating himself. Then he shoved inside on one hard push. 

“Fuck!” You managed to breathe around the size of him. All these years together, you were still amazed by his size. That all the sex you had didn’t completely mold you around him by now.  

Kane dropped his weight on you, sliding his rock hard body against your soft one. He dropped to his elbows to support his weight. He looked into your eyes while he began to rock himself. Sliding in and out on a gentle glide. 

You gasped for air as you felt every solid inch of his dick. Every vein rubbed against your fluttering walls. The head of his dick searched inside of you and you hoped it never found whatever it sought. You didn’t want this moment to end. 

Kane kissed your neck as he moved his hands to capture yours. Your fingers intertwined as he held you close. 

“You havin’ my baby,” he said. The grin returned. You stared into his beautiful brown eyes. Once more, tears sprang to your eyes. You hoped that this wasn’t going to be a side effect of having a kid. You were not a person who cried at the drop of a hat.

You stared at each other. Interspersed with kisses against your neck and cheek, Kane’s lips lingered on yours. 

“You’re going to be so beautiful carryin’ my child,” he said. 

You laughed. “You always call me beautiful.” You matched his soft tone. There was nothing but the two of you there. Encased in your own bubble, as close as two people could possibly be. He couldn’t get any closer, but he was for sure trying it as he seemed to go deeper with every stroke. 

“I mean that shit. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Sometimes I gotta catch myself from cheesin’ all day,” he said. 

You grinned and kissed him. You just loved the way his lips fit against yours. The way he slid easily within you. Literally made for each other. Forever. “I love you,” you said. 

“I love you,” Kane said. 

“Shit,” you moaned as an orgasm snuck up on you. It rose like a lone wave on a sandy shore, washing over you and taking you with it. The pleasure was insane. Unnameable. Still, Kane kept fucking you. Moving by some unseen force to stay buried inside of you. 

He dropped his head and groaned. Your pussy filled with his warm cum, mixing with your arousal and creating a giant mess beneath you. 

He kept moving. As if he wasn’t the one in control anymore. As if neither one of you were. You rose to meet his thrusts. You shared a moan as he seemed to sink deeper, hitting your G-spot and causing you to moan louder.

“Music to my fuckin’ ears,” he whispered in your ear. 

He targeted that spot, hitting it over and over. “Can’t wait to see you swollen with my baby. So fuckin’ gorgeous. I don’t know how I’ma keep my hands off of ya,” he said. 

Your thighs burned from shaking so badly. The spot he hit was buried so deep inside of you, you half wondered if he truly was trying to give you twins. 

“Mhm, glowing and shit with yo pretty ass,” he whispered in your ear. 

Your head flopped to the side. This was too much. Entirely too much. Another orgasm arose, stealing the remainder of your breath. Your eyes turned watery toward the ceiling. You shook as Kane talked you through it. 

“That’s it. Felt every bit of that one. Doin’ so good for me.” The rasp of his voice was like a vice grip around your heart. 

He leaned up, still pumping inside of you. He let go of one of your hands to wrap it around your throat and push your head up. Your hand gripped his wrist. 

“This gon’ be one of the last times I get to do this,” he said. 

“Nuh-uh,” you moaned, shaking your head. “You can choke me, Daddy.” 

You hissed as he slipped and shoved in deeper with a hard thrust. ‘Daddy’ took on an entirely new meaning now. He was going to be a daddy. A daddy to a life you created together in love. 

“Careful, girl. I almost nutted again,” he reprimanded you. 

You laughed. “That’s what I want…Daddy,” you moaned.

Kane lifted an eyebrow at you. He still had your head tilted back so that was really all you saw before his thrusts sped up. You squeezed his other hand as he fucked into you harder and harder.

The bed squeaked and groaned under your combined weight. Your pussy squelched as he unloaded inside of you. Like the thickest mac n’ cheese noises on Thanksgiving. He groaned as he came. 

A man possessed, he continued to pound your pussy. “One more, baby. One more,” he moaned as he continued to fuck you. 

“I c-c-can’t…” You whined. His hand moved down to roughly grab your titty and suckle it into his mouth. Your hand flew to his head, trying to push him off. Couldn’t he see that he was breaking you in half? 

The mix of sweet and sinful was too much for you to bear. Too much to contain in your body. It needed to be let out, away from you, no more. But your jaw was wired shut as you only continued to moan and rub his head. 

Your hand gripped the back of his neck as you came one more time, shaking with the effort. It was like you were being ripped apart from the inside out. That some great beast had split you open, scooped you out, and tossed the rest. You screamed with pleasure too big for you. Too much. 

You screamed for anyone to hear you. For his boys outside, the neighborhood, and the next one over. Kane rested his sweaty head against your chest as you twitched on the way down. He slipped out of you and you groaned from the loss of him. Cum slipped out after him. Well, it wasn’t like you could get pregnant twice.

He snuggled up next to you, dropping a leg over yours. He tucked you into his side, panting through kisses to your temple, cheek, lips. 

“My baby,” he said. You supposed that took on new meaning as well. 

You were both a sweaty and gross mess and you loved it. You snuggled into him and played with his stubble. 

“You gon’ be a daddy,” you said. You marveled at it. You allowed yourself to be happy about it. At a little version of him running around the house like a damn terror. Girl or boy, you just knew the mu’fucka was gonna come out like him. 

“You gon’ be a mama,” he said and kissed you. 

Yeah, you were gonna be a mama. Now that was a scary ass thought.

There's more Kane to love! The Secret Kane Files

[lacedupforyou]

Hi! Can I ask for Yandere!Mikey with a student council darling who has a distaste/looks down on deliquents and is absolutly unimpressed by Mikey and wants nothing to do with him?

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐧" Yandere Mikey Sano

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Mikey is a delinquent, He really had no interests in school life. Just to sleep the whole time and eat. As class rep and a member of the school's student council you were annoyed by his constant attempts to piss. you. off. Constantly pushing boundaries giving you a hug in the morning just to go off and sleep.

You were annoyed by his attempts but the threatening looks you got from his gang members made you hold a smile on your face. You had always had a dislike to delinquents and wanted nothing to do with that life, but mikey was interested with you. He wanted you.

When the captains of his gang ask him about you, All he responds with is a few compliments and how he just "wants you". Surprisingly that's good enough with them, Unknowing of his obsession and how it was just a matter of time before he snapped and let his impulses take what he wanted.

When the end of the Valhalla fight had reached and Baji had died and kazutora was out of the picture he became more unstable, he started to linger more. Following you outside of school. He loved the way your face lit up, You were the light he needed in his life.

After constant attempts of asking you out, You made a deal that he wouldn't sleep much during his classes and you would go somewhere after school with him, His face had lit up like a child when given candy. You tried to stay low profile, if anyone had seen you going to some small cafe with a gangster, Your reputation could be shattered.

Mikey didn't seem to mind, he also wasn't with his friend...Draken was it? It was just you and him. He talked your ear off and you had to keep your promise and entertained him as best you could. He was hooked as you just kept feeding into his delusions.

After about an hour or two you noticed two of his captains notice him and walk in. Mikey glaring at them the whole time, The captains noticed you immediately and got nervous, Mikey was with some girl? Who are you??? Was all they could wonder. Mikey noticed your face in a small bit of shock and embarrassment but he was waiting for one of them to even say a word to you so he could tussle with them!

After those moments he drove you home and hugged you goodbye, Just as you were walking he took your wrist and pressed a kiss inches from your lips. You were stunned and didn't have anything to say. You walked back into your home questioning what the hell happened today. "Damn it..I missed." Mikey uttered starting his bike up again.

But this became routine, for him to beg you to spend time with him and drive you around on his bike. But what freaked you out the most was when he asked you to wait for him while he was in a gang meeting by that old shrine you visited. You waited on the steps hearing faints shouts of screaming and sighed.

Your curiosity got the better of you and you walked up a few more steps peering over seeing them talk loudly. One of the men seemed to notice you and run after you. Grabbing you by your Collar barking out who you were and if you were a spy. When mikey saw some low life putting his hands on you. He snapped.

He rushed over and used one of those famous kicks to blow the guy away catching you quickly. He asked you if you were okay and all you could do was stare. That was when the Idea you and him were a couple had truly set it. Word spreading like wildfire. Rumors flooded your school and your reputation plummeted and were soon kicked out of any student council meetings.

But it didn't matter anymore, Mikey had you and you had him. And you weren't and aren't going anywhere.

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- Haze.

[abbyromanoff]

omg i love kate bishop and there isn’t a lot of stuff on her could you do something fluffy with her? like maybe she returns from a mission with clint and when she gets home they’re both so happy to be back together again and reader is so relieved she’s okay and it’s just fluffy and soft and then have soft sex? bonus if kate could be g!p cause whew🥵

First time for everything

Pairings: g!p Kate Bishop x reader

Summary: The two of you share a nice relaxing evening until it ends with sloppy make outs and a first time for something new

Word count: 1,594

Warnings: fluff, smut, blowjobs, Kate is g!p (has a penis) if you don’t like it just don’t read

No one has permission to steal, copyright, or reblog my work as their own!!

Checking your phone for the hundredth time you looked to see if Kate texted you back. You’ve messaged her twenty three times over the past two hours, some may say you’re overreacting but when your girlfriend hasn’t responded to a single one of them and is on a mission you have a reason to be worried. Hearing the door to your apartment open you jumped on the couch and ran over to greet your girlfriend. Before she could even fully walk into the building your arms were wrapped around her in a hug. She returned it with a squeeze to your body that lifted you off of your feet, something her dad always did before he passed away.

“Looks like someone missed me.” She said as she put you down, laughing along the way.

“Of course I missed you! I sent you many texts and yet you didn’t respond to a single one I was so worried.” You said as you lightly slapped her shoulder and gave her a pout.

“Oh crap, I’m sorry my phone died a few hours ago when I was about to text you.” She looked truly sorry and you almost felt bad for her.

“Kate what did I tell you about charging your phone? Why do you think I bought you that portable charger?” You ended with a chuckle and you both walked into the kitchen to have the pizza you ordered twenty minutes ago. You were lucky she got here when she did or else it would’ve been a cold pizza night. You both settled onto the couch as you turned on the most recent episode of the show you two binge together.

“I seriously can’t believe it took them that long to get together I mean have you seen the way they look at one another? They’re clearly in love and now this random guy wants to take that away and he’s not even good looking like it’s an obvious answer.” You rambled on about a love triangle between three characters in the show as Kate stared at you with love in her eyes. When you finally finished your small debate you looked over to see if Kate had an opinion only to see her still staring at you.

“What are you looking at?” You asked with a teasing smirk.

“Just admiring the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” She says, smiling as the way you blush.

“Oh?” “Mhm. And I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to be their girlfriend.”

“Well they sound pretty amazing.” You say, flattered by all of her kind words. You don’t know what you did to deserve someone as nice and beautiful as her, yet she wonders the same about you.

She nods along with your words, “They are. They have the most amazing smile and is probably the nicest person you’ll ever meet. They’re always worried about other people, I mean they could literally be bleeding to death but they’ll always make sure you’re okay first. And let me tell you, they have the nicest ass you’ll ever see.” You broke into a fit of giggles at her last sentence. She joined you and the two of you sat there laughing on the couch with nothing but the tv lighting up the room. Once the two of you calmed down you stared into one another’s eyes.

Kate continued with what she was saying before, “And, I love them so much.”

“I think I should meet this lucky partner of yours.” You wondered if this is how she described you to everyone, especially Clint or Yelena. Even if you didn’t know it, she would go on rambles about you to Clint who was just trying to get the mission done. Even if she was taking a guy down she would talk into the ear piece about you. Clint didn’t understand how she never ran out of things to say, but as he said she’s got a case of young love.

“Hmmm, I don’t know, you might end up falling in love with them too.” She said as you pulled her into a kiss, savoring the feeling of her lips on your own. You both made out for a few minutes, taking occasional breaks to breathe and then going back to one another’s lips. You felt her hand shyly going under your shirt and playing with the back of your bra. You broke apart from the kiss to take of your shirt, letting her also take off your bra. She admired your chest, leaning in to take one in her mouth until she stopped,

“Can I?” She always asked permission before she did something to you, saying she always needed consent. You nodded and she dove in, taking your nipple in her mouth. You let out a content sigh as she focused on pleasing you. Taking her hair in your hands you gave her a light massage and lightly scratched at her scalp, she let out a moan with her mouth still full of you. You moved one of your hands down to her sweatpants and cupped her bulge through the pants. Once she finished toying with one breast she moved onto the other, sucking and licking all over. You laid her down and pulled down her bottoms finding Christmas boxers underneath.

“Really?” You laughed, “What? They’re cute don’t you think?” You rolled your eyes playfully and went to take off her shirt as well.

“They’re absolutely adorable Katey.” It was a nickname you often called her. She’d act like she hated it but you saw the red on her cheeks whenever you said the title. Pulling off her Christmas sweater you noticed that she lacked a bra seeming as when she got home she changed into more comfortable clothing. You started to lightly grind on her crotch, making contact with her confined cock beneath her boxers. You leaned down and sloppily made out with each other while you guys’ hands roamed around the others body. You leaned back to look at her, now seemingly nervous.

“Do you remember that thing you wanted to try out?” You asked her, trying not to say the actual word as you were too embarrassed.

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that.” She said truthfully. There has been many things she has wanted to try that you haven’t got to yet. When you both met she was still a virgin and when you two had your first time she discovered multiple things she wanted to do with you.

“You know like,” you let out a sigh before continuing, “How you said you’ve always wanted to see what a blowjob felt like?” The both of you were pretty ‘vanilla’, never really trying out considerably kinky stuff but instead sticking to her fucking your pussy. You both were too nervous to bring things like this up but you wanted to try it.

“Yeah?” “Well, would you want me to give you one?” You were hoping she’d say yes so this wouldn’t have to be even more awkward. When she gave an excited nod you leaned down to her boxers, giving a light kiss to her bulge. Her hips jerked when your lips made contact with her dick, even through the boxers she could feel almost a tingling sensation. Dragging down her undergarment you grabbed her cock in your hand and slowly jerked her off watching how she reacted to it. When seeing her throw her head back you knew to take the next step and wrapped your lips around the head. All she felt was warmth wrap around her tip, you continued to jerk her off to make up for rest of her cock that wasn’t in your mouth. You started to take a bit more of her length down your throat as her hips thrusted side to side overwhelmed with pleasure. She didn’t know where to put her hands so she awkwardly placed them on your head, making you gag as she accidentally pushed you to take more. She was immediately apologizing and taking her hands off of your head but you released her from your mouth to inform her that you were fine. When she got the okay to guide you on her length she started to bring you up and down slowly. Fearing that she’d hurt you again she didn’t make you take much but when you went down further on your own command she almost exploded on the spot. She gained the confidence and made you go down on her even when you gagged. She soon couldn’t take it anymore and came in your mouth without warning. You swallowed it all and went back up to look at her.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cum that fast. I was going to warn you but it just happened.” “Shh, it’s okay. I liked it, but the question is did you like it?” You said the last part a little lower hoping she did in fact enjoy it and you weren’t doing anything wrong.

“Are you really asking me that? That was the best thing ever! Well besides when I fuck your pussy I mean that is definitely the best thing but-“ you cut off her rambling with a kiss that she melted into. She leaned her head on yours when you both broke apart, ‘I love you’s’ were whispered into one another as you both sat in comfortable silence. She leaned back a bit to look you in the eyes still slightly panting,

“Can I fuck your pussy now?”

[theonethatyaks93]

Just One Kiss (PaTB/Brinky Fic)

Hello everyone!! It's kinda been a little while since you've heard from me but I'm back here with a little warmup I did so I could get myself ready to work on other things!! I honestly wasn't feeling too good about this one but I still wanna post it for all of you!! Thanks to @therealhayyhay for the confidence boost and the prompt this fic was based on! I hope you enjoy!!

Plot: All Pinky wants is kiss from Brain. Just one before they execute the plan. But Brain is focused on his work and doesn’t want to be disturbed. So, Pinky will have to get a kiss the hard way.

Pinky paced rapidly around the cage, the boredom and anticipation starting to affect his usually cheery mood. While instances like this weren’t unusual, for some reason, this time, he could barely sit still for a single second. All he could think about was the fun couple-y things he could be doing right now with his bestest and sweetest boyfriend in the world. Oh, how he wanted to kiss him and hold him tight, never letting go. The thought alone made him feel dizzy.

But Brain had been working on this plan for surely many hours! And he still wasn’t finished!

He was beginning to believe Brain would never complete his blueprint, especially since he hadn’t moved his oversized pencil in a few minutes. All he was doing was staring at the paper, eyes scanning the writing on it repeatedly. The only other motions from his face were the slight turning of his head from side to side and the occasional way his lips upturned into a slight scowl. He looked so focused.

And it was driving Pinky crazy.

The small shifts of his body made the lanky mouse antsy; he tried standing still to watch but he fidgeted in his spot instead. Every time Pinky noticed Brain’s mouth lift, he felt a sensational feeling in his stomach very much akin to butterflies. He bit his lower lip in an attempt to prevent his romantic thoughts from spilling out. That bite forced him to let out a light squeak, barely silencing him.

He really wanted a kiss from Brain. Right now. It only had to be one! He’d do anything to satisfy the ticklies in his tummy!

Taking in a deep breath, Pinky strolled a little bit closer to where Brain was seated, being able to make out the sketches on the paper. He hovered over his partner with slight curiosity and eagerness, hoping with all his heart that he’d agree to just one little smooch. He placed his paws on Brain’s shoulders, taking note of how his boyfriend stopped moving and how he seemed to relax. “Narf! Oh Brain! Are you almost done with your plan-thingy? It’s been hours and hours! I’m getting tired and you’re not doing anything!”

Brain took his eyes off his blueprints and glanced and Pinky, slightly groaning. He placed the oversized pencil on the ground before responding.  “Pinky, it’s only been twenty minutes since I began. If you’re so bored, then you can go read a magazine or watch T.V. But I’m working on tonight’s plan, and I don’t want to be disturbed by your inane comments or temper tantrums.” He returned his focus to the paper in front of him without saying anything else.

It had only been twenty minutes? Egad, it felt like a million-billion hours!

Pinky was slightly relieved that it hadn’t been too long, but he still felt those lovey-dovey-magical-fluttery feelings swirling inside. He needed a kiss, so he could respect Brain’s wishes and not bother him for much longer. Then he’d go do something else. He promised Brain that.

“But Brain, I just wanted to ask for a…mhmmm…” His hold on Brain shifted from his shoulders to the sides of his face. Yet he kept on stuttering. Those words he wanted to say wouldn’t come out, though he was really trying.  

Brain looked at him again, a quizzical expression shown prominently on his face. “Ask for what exactly, Pinky?”

“Can I just have one little kiss before I go? Zort. Please, Brainy?”

Whew! He’d said it. That wasn’t so hard!

Pinky felt a blush creeping onto his face, a sheepish smile forming rapidly. Asking for kisses wasn’t exactly the simplest task. It was always a guess with what Brain would say about kissing during a plan. Sometimes it was a yes, sometimes it was a no. That’s just how it worked. But he really wanted it to be yes this time.

However, the previous excitement faded away a little when Brain’s face contorted into a sharp frown, his eyebrows turned downward.

“Pinky, not now. I’m working on my plan still and I need to concentrate. You know the rules for world domination plans. I can’t have any distractions, even ones from you. We can do that after tonight.” Brain moved from Pinky and turned around, back facing his companion as he returned to his musings.

His ears drooped and his heart sank like the Titanic. After tonight was such a long time to wait for a kiss! He couldn’t not think about kisses until that point. He needed Brain’s love now! He’d been so patient already!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Pinky wrapped his arms around his lover and held him firmly, whimpering and whining. “Please, Brain? I only want one before the you do the plan. Just one! Is that too much to ask for? We’re boyfriends! We’re supposed to do that! Please?”

A growl was elicited from Brain. He removed Pinky’s paws from him and stood up, an annoyed expression on his face, despite the slight reddish glow on his cheeks. “No, Pinky! Affection and kissing can wait until later. Plans come first! Now, go and leave me be! You’ve already distracted me enough.”

The taller mouse backed off from Brain, giving the shorter mouse enough room to settle back down in front of his blueprints as he went back to pondering some more. While Pinky felt a little bad about making his bestest friend so angry with his pleas, he knew that Brain probably wanted kisses as much as he did.

Suddenly, a rezvelation popped into his head, causing him to perk up.

Brain was playing tough to get! Like in those movies with the teens and the popular kids trying to go after the athlete boys! He was so smart!

Pinky grinned at this, fondly snickering at the fact that Brain might have been attempting to flirt with him. But he couldn’t get away without a fight! Pinky needed a kiss from him. But Brain wasn’t playing fair. Pinky supposed that it was his turn to give it a try.  

If Brain wanted to play a game, he would happily join in. It was a competition to see who could last the longest without kissing the other! What fun! Brain was already doing such a remarkable job! But it was time for Pinky to even the score!

Sighing contently with his happiness restored and a newfound confidence present, Pinky sauntered back over to Brain, adjusting his posture to appear more seductive and sultrier. He stuck out a hip, placed one paw on his shoulder, and moved the other one to cup Brain’s cheek. He chuckled quietly before starting his round in the game. Before he began, he made sure to change his voice a little so that Brain would notice.

“Hello, Brain. Fancy meeting you here at this hour. Poit!”

The megalomaniac grumbled, clear irritation lingering in his body language. “Pinky if you ask for an insipid kiss one more time, I swear I shall…”

Before he could finish, Pinky used his paw to turn Brain’s head to look at him, where he batted his eyelashes fervently and pursed out his lips in a pout.

He nearly dropped his suave composure when he saw Brain’s face change from displeasure into a flustered stare, his face turning a light red and eyes widening. Brain was doing a fine job of holding his ground! But he couldn’t lose the challenge! He wanted Brain to be the one to kiss him!

“Like what you see huh?” Pinky moved his body around, tail swishing. Carefully and slowly, he moved his paw from his hip to Brain’s shoulder, kneeling as he pulled himself closer to his boyfriend. “I’d say I’m quite a catch if I do say so meself. Which I just did.”

Brain swallowed heavily, his blush darkening in shade. He tried to regain his words, but they invaded him; he was practically tongue-tied. “Pinky…t-this i-is highly inappropriate for…the current…”

Pinky pressed a finger to Brain’s mouth, preventing him from saying anything further. “Shhh, no more talking. You’ll only ruin this for yourself. Troz. Your big words will only keep you from me longer.” He kept his tone low as he began toying with Brain’s ear, biting back a laugh when it twitched in response.

“A big, handsome, strong mouse such as you deserves all the love in the world. And I wanna give it to you. In more ways than one. Just let me have you, babe. I care about you, and I want you to be so very happy. I’ll make you happy, trust me, Brain.” He was nailing this. Brain was basically gasping for air, and he was as red as a tomato! Pinky stroked the fur on Brain’s chest, humming in approval at the soft moan Brain made in reply.

“W-what are you d-do-”

“Hush, hush, honey,” Pinky briefly moved a paw so his fingers could trace along the curvature of Brain’s face. When he touched Brain’s nose, the megalomaniac froze. “Let me do the talking for you. Your face is marvelous and absolutely gorgeous. Your eyes shine like the night sky. Well, more like a pretty sunrise but it’s not too far off. Someone could get lost in them if they stared too long. I know I have.”

“Y-you…h-have?”

His grasp on Brain increased as he advanced closer so their faces could be at level. “I’ve gotten lost many times in your eyes, Brain. They make me feel so special. And your nose is so perfect and round. What more could you want? Zort.”

As he continued to trace his fingers the fur on Brain chest, Pinky took his other paw and rested it on Brain’s cheek, using his thumb to rub it. “Are you a marshmallow, Brainy? Hard on the outside but melty and gooey and soft on the inside? It sure seems that way. I bet I can make that soft side come out and stay. If I try hard enough.”

Pinky nearly kissed Brain after he’d said that, especially after the whine Brain made, so high and stunned. He needed to keep going though, he needed the kiss.

Before returning his attention to his face, Pinky buried his face into Brain’s shoulder, lightly nipping at his collarbone. A small bite didn’t count as breaking rules according to Pinky. It wasn’t a kiss so he thought it would work enough! Brain made a quiet yelp after the nip, nearly causing Pinky to lose again.

But he would not give up.

Brain tried speaking up, but he could only muster a funny sound. Pinky took this is a sign to move onto something new, so he placed one paw on Brain’s while moving the other to tease Brain’s lips.

This would surely make Brain kiss him!

“Your lips are like clouds Brain. Has anyone ever told you that? They’re stunning and warm and gentle, like pillows almost. I would definitely like to put my lips against yours for a long time. Poit! It would be a magical experience for me. And hopefully for you too.” Pinky kept his hand lightly gliding across Brain’s lips for a while until he moved his paws back to Brain’s chest.

 Brain was finally able to speak after Pinky’s touch left his face. “P-Pinky…what…did I s-say about a-asking f-for…kisses.”

“I know what you said, Brain. You said I couldn’t ask you about a kiss right now.” Pinky inched closer to his partner, sliding his fingers along Brain’s spine as their chests made contact. He could hear Brain’s breath hitch and his heartbeat was erratic, which caused him to smirk a little at what he’d done. “But you never said that I couldn’t do this stuff. The kind words, the touching, the teeny bites. I didn’t hear you say no to those. Narf! I know you love them.” He traced a finger under Brain’s chin and nuzzled his nose against Brain’s.

Brain shuddered, sweat forming on his forehead so quickly it was somewhat startling. “I-I guess…y-you make a… valid point.” He gave in a little, moving his paws to hold Pinky by the waist.

Oh, he was winning the game! Brain wasn’t playing tough! In fact, Pinky didn’t know what Brain was playing anymore, but he liked where it was going.

Pinky purred, moving both hands to rest on Brain’s cheeks again. He continued to keep his face close to Brain, feeling his partner’s quick breaths against his fur. “You’re so beautiful, darling. You sparkle like one of those pretty flowers. You smell like one too. Poit! If only you’d realize how special and important you are. But I can help with that.”

“Pinky…” Brain muttered, though his voice waivered as soon as he started. He unknowingly tugged the other mouse closer to him, their noses touching again.

Oooh Brain was about to break! Just a few more attempts to woo and the game would be over!

Pinky rested his forehead against Brain’s. He smiled a little before speaking in a flirty whisper. “I love you, Brain. I hope you know that. I love you more than life itself. I wanna hold you and squeeze you forever and ev-”

He was cut short when he felt a pair of lips crash into his own abruptly, leaving him in shock. The kiss was aggressive and needy, yet it still felt tender. Pinky sighed and moaned softly, reciprocating Brain’s affections with ease. He felt Brain’s paws travel from his waist to his chest as he deepened the kiss. It was utter bliss and a welcomed finish to Pinky’s intense seduction.

Brain pulled out to breathe, his face a pleasant crimson shade. Pinky was breathless, though he was also excited because he had finally gotten a kiss out of his grumpy bestest boyfriend. He gazed lovingly at Brain, who was smiling quite a bit.

“Was that enough to please you, my dear?” Brain spoke quietly, grabbing Pinky by the shoulders and holding him.

Pinky began to giggle, returning to his normal high-pitched voice. “Oh, it was amazing, Brain! I’m sooo happy! Poit!” He quickly kissed Brain’s cheek before adjusting his posture. “You can go back to working on your plan now. I promised I’d leave you alone after I got a kiss.”

He was prepared to get up and leave when his arms got firmly grasped. He was surprised when he saw Brain restraining him from moving, holding him in place. “Uhm, Brain? What are you doing?

The pink-eyed mouse looked super lovestuck. “I did say that before, yes. But I might have been mistaken in my priorities. I believe that you are certainly more important than the plan. So, uh…”

“What is it, Brain?”

Brain inhaled sharply. “So, I think we can hold off tonight’s escapade for a… few hours. It wouldn’t hurt me that much.”

Pinky gasped. “Naaaarf! Egad! Do you mean that you want to kiss some more? Not just because I asked?”

He nodded. “I believe that it will be an effective way for me to replenish my energy and also so I may spend some quality time with you. You only asked for one kiss, but I don’t want to give just one. You don’t deserve that. You are far too alluring currently, Pinky.”

“Braaaaain!” Pinky squealed, his face turning red as he pulled his boyfriend close. “You are just the sweetest and nicest and lovingest mouse alive! Troz! I would love more kisses. I always love that!”

“I’m glad you love me, Pinky. Even though you’re an imbecile, I suppose you are in fact my imbecile.” Brain pulled Pinky to him, and their noses became squished together. He held Pinky’s paws in his, intertwining their fingers. “And by Ptolemy’s sake, I am madly in love with you.”

Pinky swooned. “I’m madly in love with you too,” he murmured delicately so that only Brain would hear him.

Before either one could say anything more, Pinky and Brain’s lips met again for a longer and far more passionate kiss. Pinky felt all fluttery as he felt Brain’s body press against his. Pinky also melted inside when Brain was the one to produce a gentle noise. When they parted for a quick breath, Pinky wasted no time in placing his mouth against Brain’s again.

As they kissed and kissed, Pinky felt victorious. Mainly because he was getting kisses from his sweet and lovey-dovey Brain, but also because he’d won the game. Brain had kissed first! But he supposed that the feeling of a win came second to the real prize: having Brain truly love him so much. While Pinky knew that Brain was sometimes a tough and rough cookie, he also knew that Brain would always love him no matter what happened.

He was positive that Brain realized how much he loved him too.

Ao3 link:

[imtrashraccoon]

Whew! This is the longest one of these I've written so far I think. Still, it really is only part one and while I am confident I can fit the rest into a part two, I make no promises. I realize I still kind of suck at writing action scenes so apologies in advance if this is choppy.

@scrambledmeggys

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 29: Protection

The day started like any other before it. You got up, got ready for the day, and helped make breakfast. After that and the clean up was done, Sans and Papyrus went to work while you and Frisk stayed home. It wasn't a bad routine by any means, even if it was boring, but there was a good reason behind it.

Despite the few friends you and Frisk had made, humans were still enemies in the eyes of the King. If he found out you two had been in the Underground for close to a year by now... Well, you didn't even want to imagine how angry he'd be.

"The King Found Out."

You felt your stomach drop. How? You'd been so careful. Had someone betrayed you? What could you do now?

Papyrus seemed oddly calm despite the severity of the situation, yet you could tell he was still rather upset by it, he was just doing his best to hide it. Normally it bothered you to see him suppressing his emotions, but right now, staying calm was probably the smart thing to do.

You'd known something was wrong when Papyrus returned only an hour after he'd left, in fact, you only had to take one look at him to realize he was upset. Yet, you would never have guessed this was the reason why.

"How'd you find out about this?" you asked.

Papyrus took a steadying breath to collect his thoughts before responding. "Undyne Called To Warn Me Not Long Ago And As Of Now, She Is Refusing To Come After Us. However, We Cannot Count On Her To Do So For Long As The King Does Not Tolerate Insubordination."

Sans teleported into the living room just then. He glanced at everyone before going over to see Frisk and ruffling their hair a little. "i checked with al and the good news, is that no one knows about the kiddo. 's just you and paps right now." You noticed he seemed to be gritting his teeth and you couldn't help but feel bad seeing him so upset.

"That Is Something At Least," Papyrus muttered. He propped his chin up on one hand as he contemplated the best thing to do next.

You frowned and shook your head slowly. "No, no, I am not abandoning Frisk. That cannot be an option."

Papyrus huffed, "I Was Not Suggesting That At All. Realistically, this effects all of us or at least it will in the coming days..."

"there's always the ruins... i know a lady who would probably let us stay with her," Sans suggested.

You did not want to go back there. Sure, it was less populated and probably safer, but you wouldn't have left in the first place if it was truely safe. Still, there wasn't anywhere else to go that the King or the Royal Guard couldn't reach.

Sans and Papyrus kept going back and forth with suggestions and ideas. They didn't seem to be able to come to an agreement though and you didn't know what to do. So you sat down for a moment instead to calm down and collect yourself.

Suddenly, Frisk stood up on the couch and clapped their hands loudly to get everyone's attention. They looked a tiny bit frustrated for a moment and you wondered if they'd been trying to speak earlier but no one had paid attention.

"Why don't we just break the barrier?" they signed.

Everyone just stared at them in stunned silence and after a moment, you spoke first, trying to let them down gently. "It isn't that simple, kiddo..."

They vigorously shook their head and continued. "No! There is a way!" They paused and glanced at Sans before signing again. "Flowey told me he can do it if he absorbs the five souls that have already been collected. He'll have enough power then to absorb a thousand Monster souls and..."

"kid." Sans' low voice cut through the silence like a knife and sent chills down your spine. "you realize how incredibly risky that is? there's no guarantee that it will work and what if the Monsters fall down? then it will be all for nothing..."

Frisk smiled sweetly and nodded. "If it doesn't work, I'll just reset and we can try something else. It can't hurt to try though, right?"

Sans frowned and glanced away. Even Papyrus seemed conflicted but he couldn't seem to come up with a rebuttal either.

You remembered meeting Flowey in the Ruins after you both fell down here. He had seemed timid but not untrustworthy at the time, so maybe this really was possible? You desperately wanted to hope it could work as it would guarantee freedom for not just your friends, but all of Monsterkind too.

Frisk turned to look at you and the expression they wore was one of their most Determined yet. You couldn't possibly say no to their idea, not when there was a slim chance it could work.

"Let's at least try," you said. "If we can break the barrier, it will prove that humans aren't the enemy and maybe we can convince the King to make peace. If not, it was at least worth a shot, right?"

The brothers exchanged an indescribable look before turning back to you and Frisk again.

"that still leaves one human soul short..." Sans murmured.

Before you could respond, Frisk interjected, "There's two of us, so we can combine our power to equal another soul without hurting either of us."

They seemed so hopeful and sure of themselves that neither you nor either brother could come up with any reason to protest.

"I Guess That Is The Plan Then," Papyrus concluded. "We Should Move Quickly While There Is Still Time..."

< ~ - . - ~ >

You'd temporarily split up after that. Sans took Frisk out to his sentry station, where they'd apparently been previously meeting with Flowey, to try and convince the flower to help. In the meantime, you and Papyrus headed through Waterfall towards the Capital, purposely trying to remain undetected from anyone who might want to attack you.

You wore the masquerade mask again, hoping the entire Underground didn't know about what you really were. So far, no one had challenged you though, so you were hoping this would go well.

Once you and Papyrus had reached the Wishing Room, he paused and you saw him pull out his phone to send Sans a text message. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned your head against his chestplate. After a moment, he gave you an affectionate head pat which earned him a small smile in return.

"Felt like we were on top of the world a week ago," you hummed quietly.

"We Still Are, Precious," Papyrus responded in a soft tone.

You were about to retort sarcastically when the familiar sound of Sans' magic as he teleported caught your attention. He had Frisk with him but there was no sign of Flowey. You noticed they were holding hands though which you thought was super adorable.

Frisk darted to your side and held their arms up in a silent plea to be picked up. You obliged and set them on your hip so your dominant hand could be free for the moment.

"the flower agreed to help," Sans reported. "said it'd meet us at the barrier, so the easy part's done at least..."

"Good, We Should Keep Moving Then." Turning to you and Frisk, Papyrus added, "Stay Close, And If We Run Into Any Monsters, Let Us Do The Talking."

Feeling quite content with this arrangement, you and Frisk nodded in agreement.

And so you all continued forward, with Papyrus taking the lead while Sans took up the rear and kept an eye socket out for any danger. Thankfully, nothing happened during the rest of the journey through Waterfall.

However, that changed when the massive Hotland sign came into view.

Several large monsters wearing suits of armour were approaching from the direction of Hotland and accompanying them were several smaller flying monsters, also wearing similar armour. Their helmets hid their faces so it was basically impossible to tell what kind of monsters they all were, but the flying monsters all seemed to have the same wing type, that being pointed membrane almost like a fly. All wore nearly identical armour and sported a familiar symbol on their breastplates that you now knew was the Delta Rune.

It was too late to turn back as they had already seen you and by their reactions, pausing and a few even pointed in your direction, they had been specifically sent after you and Papyrus.

Papyrus swore under his breath and stopped in his tracks. Clenching his fists, he glanced over his shoulder at you and Frisk before turning his gaze back to the Monsters up ahead.

Sans moved to stand next to him and you heard him chuckle, although it was hollow and devoid of emotion. "seems the king sent his own cronies to do his dirty work..." he growled. Glancing up at his brother, his permanent grin widened slightly, "shall we give 'em a real show, boss?"

Papyrus squared his shoulders and stood taller. "Indeed... Let Us Make It A Memorable One..." He looked back at you and then at Frisk once more. "Stay Behind Us And Whatever Happens...I Am Glad To Have Known You..."

You nodded and held Frisk a bit closer. You didn't like the looks of this, not only were the brothers completely outnumbered, but you also worried they were completely outmatched. There wasn't anything you could do though, you were just a human...

They didn't even hesitate. Before the guards could even get a word in, the brothers attacked with a surprising amount of coordination. It was actually kind of mesmerizing, if you weren't so scared for them anyways.

As the fight went on though you began to see signs that both brothers were tiring, while only half the nearly a dozen soldiers had been turned to dust or injured too badly to continue. Admittedly, it was rather disturbing to witness the brothers not even hesitate to cut down their own, but you knew it was either them or you. This wasn't a time to play pacifist, not when so many wanted you dead.

You were aware you were starting to get tunnel vision but you couldn't seem to look away from Papyrus. He was currently taking on two of the larger monsters at once and while he seemed to be holding his own, you noticed his movements were becoming desperate.

One of the flying monsters circled around him and to your horror, Papyrus didn't seem to notice.

Something snapped inside.

Suddenly, it felt like you were watching yourself from a third-party perspective.

A streak of purple energy arced from your outstretched fingertips.

It swirled around the monster and before you could blink, completely restrained it like a sturdy rope, including its wings. The monster seemed surprised and, unable to keep itself aloft, collapsed into a heap on the ground.

That was you.

No way... You had magic?!

Frisk seemed equally surprised and they grinned excitedly. "Your eyes are glowing!" they signed.

Papyrus also seemed surprised but only momentarily as he was still in a tough spot. "We Need To Finish This. Now," he growled as he physically picked up and threw one of the monsters into the arms of its comrades.

Sans grunted in reply. The next thing you knew, he'd summoned a large canine-like skull above him. The monstrous creation whined with latent power as it charged up before letting loose a blast of pure plasma.

It vaporized two of the flying monsters instantaneously.

You stared in shock, scarcely able to believe the sheer power on display. You'd always known Sans was strong but you'd never guessed he possessed an attack like that. It must be draining though if he hadn't chosen to use it at the start.

But then, you felt a sharp pain course through your being and it took everything in you not to double over. It was almost like you'd been stabbed in the gut. Yet there was no physical injury.

The pain only served to fuel your fear, which quickly morphed into rage when you saw Papyrus stagger from a powerful sword slash.

This time, your magic took the form of several familiarly shaped spikes. The tips were blunted and had an eye hole on the end but you hurled them into the torso of the enemy monster anyways.

Climbing pitons. That's why they were so familiar. You didn't have time to consider if this had a deeper meaning but now that you had recognized them, there was an itch in the back of your mind that just begged to be scratched.

Sans was immediately by his brother's side and they drew back slightly, but stayed in the way of the monsters getting to you and Frisk. You wanted to help them but you had already been flying by the seat of your pants, what could you even do? How did magic work?

Strong emotions like fear or anger had seemed to have worked so far though. Maybe all you needed to do was channel your feelings into the Determination needed to use your newfound abilities. Was this what hysterical strength was? Whatever the proper term, you needed everything you could muster right now.

You are filled with PERSEVERANCE.

You summoned more of the pitons and took a step forward, putting on the bravest face you could. You had bluffed many times before so why should now be any different?

Surprisingly, your small display of power seemed effective. The few remaining soldiers visibly hesitated but they weren't about to back down just yet. So, you decided to press further.

"That's right! You'd better think long and hard about what happens next. I will not hesitate to cut you down and I will not let any of you harm my kid!" you shouted and looked directly at each one of them.

The tension only seemed to grow the longer you stared at them. No one made a move to attack but they still showed no signs of retreating. You didn't have the ability to effectively back up your threat, but you were banking on the fact that they didn't know that.

Just then, dozens upon dozens of glowing red spears were summoned in front of you and the brothers, pointing at the enemy soldiers. Your heart skipped a beat and the next thing you knew, Undyne herself was standing next to you brandishing another spear.

"Oh yeah, you better believe I'm not missing out on this!" she exclaimed.

Sans summoned three of his blasters and Papyrus summoned a dozen sharp red bone attacks in their own display of intimidation.

The combined efforts of your friends seemed to be the final kick in the pants. Seeing that Undyne had showed up, the remaining guards had no choice but to surrender. It was over...

< ~ - . - ~ >

You didn't stick around long after that. Papyrus and Sans were pretty insistent that you needed to keep going. You knew the unspoken reason was that they didn't want to wait around in case more soldiers showed up and so you didn't protest. Undyne stayed behind to reprimand the guards, but promised she would catch up as in her words, "I want to see the look on that old geezer's face when you show up!"

Papyrus insisted he was fine when you asked and to your relief, it seemed like his armour had protected him from the brunt of the attack. Now that the adrenaline from the fight had worn off, you were overwhelmed with a flurry of emotions, including concern for his wellbeing.

Things were quiet during the elevator ride through Hotland and you could feel that both brothers were staring at you throughout. They obviously had questions but you didn't have any answers for them. In fact, your world as you'd known it up until this point had been literally flipped upside down in a matter of minutes.

What did this mean? And where did you go from here?

[batrachised]

Adventures in Maud's Recipes

Swiss Potato Soup

The Recipe

After starting off strong with something sweet, I decided to steer this venture to something savory! I live in a corner of the world where the 100 degree days are just coming to an end (an 80 degree day here is thought as "having a chill in the air") and so I landed on soup, which to me is the perfect fall recipe as the weather turns. And hoo boy, soup did I get. Maud's Swiss potato soup has (you guessed it) potatoes, a turnip (I have literally never cooked with a turnip and so was bravely venturing into unknown lands), onions, milk, flour, butter, salt and pepper! Basically, a smooth creamy soup that you would likely find topped with cheese and bacon bits at a restaurant. There were some vague(ish) ingredients I had to stumble through as an amateur cook (computer: what is considered a medium potato?), but by far the most difficult part was the potatoes and the number of pots/things required. I had a saucepan for milk; I had a saucepan for vegetables and water; I had a saucepan for MORE water; I had a sieve for straining; I had a blender for blending; and all of the ingredients had to be hopped from one pot to the next in a feverish switch. I paled at the prospect of fitting what seemed to be gallons of hot soup in my poor cheap plastic blender, but nothing exploded (or worse, melted), although I did waste some brain cells coaxing my blender as if it were a jittery animal.

The Results

I should have guessed because in my experience this happens with all soups, but I'll be eating potato soup for approximately the next 50 years. This made a reasonable-yet-somehow-still-ENORMOUS-for-one-person amount of soup. Behold, a very ugly photo of the soup that looks somewhat like a gigantic milk tea:

The Reviews

It tasted good and creamy! At first it was frightening because I took a sip and it tasted exactly like a spoonful of milk that had a vague potato flavor, almost like la croix potato soup, but then it thickened (whew! much like Barney's character arc). It definitely is the perfect fall recipe and I think it could go with virtually anything, much like potatoes themselves. Clifford Roommate was unavailable for comment on this one unfortunately, so ya'll will have to take my word for it.

Would I make it again? Thousand yard stare- the amount of time this took...the potato peeling...the turnip preparing...the chopping...the boiling...the sieving...the blending...drums, drums, in the deep...they are coming...okay, no I wouldn't. Too time consuming. I could see myself doing it once a year, but unless you really love cooking, this recipe does take a few hours and you have to be THERE the entire time hovering and stirring things feverishly (however, if you were a more experienced cook it probably would go more smoothly). How would I rate it? Well, if a zero is one of Davy's never-ending rambling stories, and a ten is Miss Cornelia's single-sentence-that-contains-worlds on marrying fascinating and wicked men, I'd give this one of Emily's evenings with Andrew.

[queen-mabs-revenge]

cw pet death

so my little freak of nature and i said goodbye last night which, as per other post about this, was silly and perfect in so many ways. from the death of one roman to another, and so it goes.

but yeah i just want to reflect on how i'm feeling to have it down because i'm devastated, yes, but i couldn't have asked for a better last day with her.

when we went with the steroid injections on wednesday, the vet was like 'in 48 hours you'll essentially see her at as best as she's going to be so you'll be able to decide then' and honestly by yesterday morning, she was very much the same except for the increased thirst drive and the slight increased interest in food (she licked a piece of chicken uau), so at that point making her linger would just see her decline from there.

yesterday was the first sunny day we've had in a good while -- sparkling sun and a high of 14. i rang into work and asked if there was anything urgent that needed doing, because i'd like to spend a last beautiful day with my cat. they were so gracious and covered for me, batting away a load of clients who decided they needed artwork on a friday before a long weekend lmao ok bye. spent a little time doing a last clutch of artwork with her sleeping on my belly in the sun.

got her into her harness and it was so clear that this was the right thing - she loves going outside, but hates that thing being put on her. i've modded it so that it has a clasp at the neck, but still clipping the torso bit always gets a hiss or two, but she just let me at it. got everything prepared including lining her backpack with a bin liner, a absorbent puppy pad, and then loads of fleece blankets and a couple of those instant heat pads.

out into the sunshine and onto our usual walk - she came out on my shoulder to have a look at the world, but for the most part stayed curled up in the bottom watching everything while lying down.

we got to the rag tree still cradling my gift pumpkins:

she got to walk on the branches:

the whole wooded area was prickling to life -- lots of leaf buds still tightly closed but getting ready, lots of tiny plant shoots making that first curve out of their seeds with their head still down in the shells

took the walk home through the park we always sit in behind the museum and watched the ducks on the shannon and listened to the river go by together

fed her for the last time on her window seat and then we cuddled some more while i rang my family so they could say goodbye to her on a video call

and then i experienced just pure love -- mo's been kind of a mascot for the branch - because of my apartment's location, i've been really lucky to serve as kind of a hub. i keep equipment and supplies for political stalls and protests, i host small meetings, etc. so her illness has been something the whole branch has known about and seen.

from the get-go i've had comrades offering help left and right, and during the last week, a few close comrades offered support in whatever way i needed it when her time came. i had to resist that depression tug to isolate, and just throughout the day as plans were taking shape, i kept in touch with them and i had a handful of my dearest come to the house before we made our way down to the vet. they left us have a few minutes alone in the house which... leaving that house with her for the last time was probably one of the hardest things. knowing she wouldn't be there when i got back. whew.

got to the office and got settled in and talked with the vet about postmortem plans. my first choice had always been to donate her body for study; i'd actually rang a few veterinary science schools, but i was told that their cadavers are procured through a closed system so that they can control for disease and whatnot for health and safety reasons. but the vet said that they'd would be honored to conduct a postmortem there and it would be really valuable for some newer vets in the practice, so that's what's going to happen. after, she'd still have been cremated, so i'm going to get her ashes in a scatter tube in a couple of weeks.

i had enough gabapentin to make sure mo was a bit stoned before going in, which was important for me because she usually has to be put into a feral cat crush cage to get any injections done because she's so fractious at the vets, but i was able to hold her while she got the primary sedative injection which meant so much.

she screamed like a hellcat and like....that's so her - herself to the very end! and i got the privilege of laughing about that with friends because they heard her from outside the door lol. they came in and gave her rubs and pets after she was sedated and i got to cuddle her loads after she got the cannula placed.

and my god that could have been so awful, but i had five dear friends who i love and who love me and who i fight and organize and struggle with who were there the whole time - they were out in reception chatting with each other and laughing and i could hear them in the room while i just held and and spoke to mo and stroked her fur, and that was so lovely instead of dead silence all alone.

vet came in and it was time; i held my baby as she pushed the euthanasia meds and felt her little breaths quicken and then slow before the vet checked her heartbeat. we laid her out on the table and i took pictures of all of her borlotti bean toes, we did pawprints, and i just got to pet her and stay with her for as long as i needed. she had a postmortem wee, and one of her wild postmortem reflexes was that her tail went full bottlebrush for about half a minute!

i took the blanket with me because it was hers, but wrapped her in a soft towel i had and just, yeah -- as the vet took her away she was talking to her just telling her that she did so well and she did. not just in that last moment, but just for 12 years she did so so well -- just the best old lady, my best friend in the whole world, the little beast that genuinely helped me survive lockdown, domestic upheaval, mental health struggles -- my walking buddy who's a minor local celebrity in her own right, and i was so so so lucky to have her.

and then we all went to our usual haunt which by perfect chance is right around the corner from the vet's office and toasted to her and just spent time together and just... if her last gift that she gave me was truly knowing that i have people who i can call on at any time, well then that's a hell of a gift.

going home was hard, but got to speak to my family and recount it all which helped and got so much love from them, too, and yeah look.

it was heartbreaking, but also heart mending.

truly the good death.

[quill-and-the-curse]

Healthy Competition (Part 2)

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUTTTTT. Proceed with caution.

Taglist: @cityofidek, @valeridarkness, @gigidarti, @minniexwheat

A/N: Whew, this was wild. Here is part 2 to my last fic. This is my first time ever writing smut, so I'm sorry if it sucks. As always, requests are open and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist. Bye friends!

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When you saw Azriel at dinner, he acted as if you were strangers. You made an effort to include him in the conversation you were having with the rest of the table, but his responses were short and he seemed uninterested. 

Had the rendezvous in the library earlier that day upset him? Sure, you were teasing him. But he was staring at your ass, and made little effort to conceal it. 

You managed to get through the dinner with your dignity still in tact. Perhaps you were over analyzing things and the Shadowsinger was just upset that you kicked his ass. You prayed his ego was just bruised. You couldn’t handle the humiliation otherwise. 

Everyone sat in the sitting room with a glass of wine, taking in the warmth of the fire place. The others were immersed in their own conversations, while you sat and were lost in thought. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand rest on your shoulder.

Turning your head, you were relieved to see Feyre. “Can you come help me with something in the kitchen?”

You stood up instantly. “Of course.”

When you both reached the kitchen, she came to a stop and spun around to face you. “Are you okay? You look bored out of your mind.”

“Oh, yeah I am good! I just have a lot on my mind today,” you responded.

She gave you a small smile. “By ‘a lot’, are you referring to a certain brooding Spymaster with a gloomy disposition?”

Your face dropped. “How did you-“, you start, but Feyre cut you off.

“Neither you or Azriel are very good at keeping your mental walls up during your little competitions. Rhys was worried about Az and took a look, and all he saw was you,” Feyre said.

This left you speechless. You tried your best to formulate a sentence, even just a word, but nothing would come out. 

Feyre sighed and looked at you. “Look Y/N, I don’t know any of the details about what is going on between you two, but unless one of you makes the first move, you will be dancing around each other forever.”

You looked down at your hands, suddenly finding your nails fascinating. “I know. I just don’t know what to do.”

A small chuckle left Feyre’s mouth, and she stepped closer to you and rested her hand on your arm. “My advice? Be honest. You are both so stubborn, and will never let yourselves be vulnerable. But that is the only way that you’ll see progress. Do whatever you’re comfortable with, of course, but consider what I said.” 

“I will. Now, let’s get back. I need more wine in me,” you said, looping your arm with Feyre’s to guide her back to the family.

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As you promised, you gave what Feyre said some real thought. She was right about it all. You and Azriel were both too stubborn for your own good. It was a defense mechanism, a way to protect your souls who were actually quite fragile. Knowing that Azriel could reject you, scared you to death. It would be embarrassing, yes. But you also worried that you would never find anyone else like him. That nobody else in the world could make you feel the way he does.

The gathering went on for another hour or so, before exhaustion took over. Everyone began leaving, and you soon followed suit. Having had another one or two glasses of wine, you were feeling quite tipsy. And maybe it was just the liquid courage, but you suddenly felt an inclination to go to Azriel’s room and tell him everything. And you did.

When you reached his door, you knocked a few times. You could hear him shuffling on the other side. When he cracked his door open, he looked shocked to see you there.

“Can I come in?” You ask.

He nods, and opens the door wider for your to stride in. He had to make this harder by being shirtless, his toned chest just waiting for your kiss. 

“Do you need something?” He asks. You just look around to observe what he had been up to. All you saw was a book. 

“Yes, actually. I need to talk to you,” you tried, and failed, not to sound nervous.

This in turn made Az feel nervous. “Okay…about what?”

Taking in a breath, you face him, trying to appear confident. “Are we ever going to acknowledge whatever this is between us?” You chuckled and continued, “I mean, I caught you staring at my ass several times today. And I watch you too. I feel like we are fond of each other. But at dinner, you seemed disgusted by my presence. Am I crazy? Is this all in my head?”

Azriel looked at you but said nothing, his eyes glossed over as he had a few drinks as well. He then looked at the ground and said, “It’s not in your head.”

Your crinkled eyebrows rose in surprise. “Really?” You were genuinely shocked he gave in so quickly. “Okay, then what was up at dinner?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” Azriel responds. 

You tutted your hip out and and used it to prop your arm, but you didn’t say anything. You just gave him a look that clearly indicated your annoyance. 

“You’re really going to make me spell it out for you, Y/N?”

“I’m waiting,” you respond, tapping your foot in impatience. 

He takes a moment and shakes his head, and then he stalks over to you. He stood closer than he ever has before. He trapped you in against a wall, leaving only a mere six inches between your mouths. 

“You looked fucking amazing in your leathers today and it completely disarmed me. How did you manage to do that?” 

You smirked. “Feyre gifted them to me and they weren’t broken in yet. It’s not my fault they were tight.”

“Okay, then what about in the library?” He asked.

“Looks like you’re the one asking a lot of questions now. What about the library?” You ask innocently. 

Azriel’s hands rested on either side of your head. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you reached for that book.”

You just shrugged. “We can’t all be as tall as you, Shadowsinger. And it’s rude to rub it in.”

The corner of his mouth flinched. “My apologies.”

“So you think I looked good today and it caused you to underperform. What are you going to do about it?” You were fully provoking him at this point. 

The smell of his arousal was all of the answer you needed. Before you could register what was happening, Azriel grabbed the back of your neck and brought your mouth to his. He pulled you impossibly close.

Every nerve in your body was on fire. He tasted so much better than you ever anticipated. His hands were roaming your body as his lips worked against yours.

His hands slowly made their way to your ass, and you moaned into his mouth when he gave it a squeeze.

He pulled away and used his hands to caress your jaw. “Fuck.” His breathing was labored and his eyes were full of lust. “Can I have you?”

You stuttered in disbelief. “I-I was already yours.”

He kissed you again, this time more softly. After a few moments, you pulled away and said, “I want you. I want all of you.”

The lust returned to his eyes. “Oh yeah?” He teased. His hands migrated to your hips, and he pulled you in so your hipbones were flush against his. “What do you want me to do, Y/N?”

You looked him dead in the eye. “Anything you want.”

His breath hitched, and he had to resist the urge to rub his aching bulge. But he didn’t respond. Instead, he walked over to his bed and sat on the edge. Azriel looked at you and said, “Come here.”

Without objection, you walked over and stood before him, right in between his legs. You looked down at his beautiful face, and cupped his cheeks. “Do whatever you want to me, Azriel.”

This prompted him to put his hands on your waist and spin you around. You gasped, but out of excitement. You were not one for surprises, but whatever Az had up his sleeve was sure to leave your core dripping. And you could not wait.

Azriel stared at your ass in awe. “So fucking perfect.” And then he rested his face on it, taking a deep inhale to worship your addicting scent. He massaged, poked, kissed, and loved on every inch of your behind.

“I want you to sit on my face,” Azriel said.

Every muscle in your body tensed up in reacting. Pulling away from him, you spin around to see his face once again. “W-what?”

“I want your ass on my face.” He was bold, you’d give him that. Thought it didn’t ease the panic that was bubbling in your gut.

You looked away nervously, rubbing your hands up your arms. “I don’t want to crush you, Azriel. Or worse, suffocate you.” You let out a sad attempt at a chuckle, aiming to camouflage your obvious meekness.

His face contorted into bewilderment. “What? You won’t suffocate me. I just want to make you feel good.” He attempted to reach for your hand, but you pulled away, suddenly feeling very insecure. The alcohol was not giving you the confidence it was ten minutes ago, and you suddenly regretted every saying anything at all.

“Azriel, I am not small and dainty like your previous lovers. I will hurt you.” 

Though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the frustration. “I don’t want them, I want you. Just the way you are.”

You didn’t respond. But his arms snaked their way around your waist. “I think you are beautiful,” he said, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “…I think you are sexy,” another kiss, “and I would be willing to bet that you taste as good as you look. What’s not to love about that?”

Mother above. It was disgusting to you how much influence he had on you. You grabbed his hand and guided him back to bed. “Lay down.”

He did as he was told, and propped himself on his elbows so he could watch you. Piece by piece, you stripped yourself of your leathers. His eyes bore holes into your skin, a primal hunger simmering just below the surface of his cool demeanor. 

You were down to your undergarments when you turned around, giving Azriel a fantastic view of your ass. 

A low grown erupted from his throat. “Please, you’ve done enough teasing.”

You audibly laughed at this, because he was right. You’d been teasing him all day. It was time to reward him for his sportsmanship. 

Walking over to Az, you begin to climb into his lap, and use your hand to push his back down so he is flat on the bed. Your soaking cunt was pressed up against the bulge in his leathers, and you laid your chest on his. This left you looking directly into his eyes. 

You could stare at him all day. His hazel eyes were filled with so much love. “Y/N…”

“Shhh, no more talking from you,” you responded, cutting him off.

Slowly, you moved your way up his body, stopping when your center was about to hover directly over his face.

His eyes looked at your dripping cunt. His mouth began to water at the sight, cock painfully hard. “Can I taste you?”

You could hardly breathe at this point. “Please.”

And then he attacked. You had never felt so much bliss in your life.

His lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking. You let out a guttural moan in response. It was music to Azriel’s ears, and he hoped that he could spend the rest of his life listening to your sounds of pleasure. 

His hands rested on your ass, and occasionally he would deliver a swift smack. And gods did it feel amazing.

“You taste so good. I can’t wait to taste your cum,” he said, his voice breathy from the lack of air supply. 

If he didn’t shut up, you’d cum right then and there. You didn’t want to yet, hoping to savor the moment. 

Your moans grew louder as your orgasm approached. You used your hips to grind on Azriel’s face, feeling his nose rub against your sensitive bud.

“Please don’t stop, o-oh my fuck-,” you said. Tears pricked at your lash line.

You threw your head back in ecstasy, as your hands gripped your breasts, needing more stimulation.

His tongue travelled back to your clit, and he flicked it. Not being able to control it, you grab Azriel by his hair, and pull his head to get his mouth as close as possible to your core. 

“I’m gonna-Az, I’m gonna cum,” you began. Before you knew it, your climax racked through your body like an electric current. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull at the sensation. You didn’t even realize you were holding your breathe until your lungs forced you to inhale loudly. 

You allowed your body to fall on top of his again, your head resting on his chest as you tried to catch your breath. His hands came up and began to rub your back.

Once you could breathe again, you looked at Azriel. 

“I love you,” you said. 

You half expected a snarky response, but that seemed not to be on his mind at all. He lifted his head and placed a small kiss on your lips. “I love you, too.”

Propping yourself up, you ask him, “How can I return the favor?”

He chuckled. “You did me the favor. I’ve been dreaming about doing that for a long while now.” 

You couldn’t hide the blush that developed on your face, nor did you want to. “Well, then you’re welcome, Shadowsinger.”

You’d take care of him tomorrow. But for now, you were going to get some rest, wrapped in Azriel’s arms. 

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Thanks for reading! <3

[destinyc1020]

My Movie Review: "Madame Web"

Whew....LAWWWWWDDDD..... Y'all where do I even begin? 😭😭

Y'all.....

Y'ALL........

This movie was SO bad y'all.... Like.... I'm almost in shock at how bad it was lol... 😓

It takes a LOT for me to label a movie just plain BAD, so this is really saying something. It was awful... 😭

Like, you know a movie is bad when you and other people in the audience are laughing at how BAD the film and the acting is lol. 😅🤣 Seriously! My friend and I and a couple sitting beside us were laughing the ENTIRE movie at how bad the acting was.

You guys, the acting was so criiiiiiinge! 🙈 I seriously have not seen acting this bad by an ENTIRE cast EVER lol. It was so bad, I was literally sitting there laughing at the dialog and the delivery. The only people who were decent were Adam Scott, the other side characters, and the three younger girls who were playing teenagers (Sydney Sweeney included). Everyone else sucked wind so bad. I swear, I don't think I've seen a movie where not only the LEAD was doing bad acting, but even the VILLIAN in the film was such a baaad actor, omg. 😭 His voice was so robotic. He was so WOODEN. He sounded like he was just reading his lines. Half the time, I wasn't sure if he was really talking to someone in the room like that lol. His voice sounded so unnatural.

This movie made me appreciate DECENT acting lol. I never realized how just your VOICE and your delivery of your lines can make the entire difference btwn someone who's a good actor, vs someone who's a bad actor. 🥴

Dakota Johnson.... Okay.... I gotta talk about her cuz lol..... 👀 This was actually my FIRST time seeing one of her films, so I went in with an open mind ykwim? But CHILE! That woman cannot act. 😭 At least, not in this film! Half the time, her character was talking out loud to herself. 👀 Her line delivery was so bad, and her voice was so monotone and didn't fit some of the scenes she was in. It was so cringe to the point where the couple of people beside us were LAUGHING at how bad her acting was. 😭 I know Dakota is another NepoBaby, but I thought that surely her acting must be better than this since she's had quite a few lead films under her belt by now. But nope! I was legit shocked by how bad her acting was in this. 🥴

Not only was the acting bad, but the WRITING of this film was horrendous also! Stuff that should have been conveyed by a look, a glance, a facial expression, etc. was all SPOKEN OUT LOUD by Dakota's character Cassie smh.

🤦🏾‍♀️

Like, what on earth kind of writing is that?? I haven't seen writing and editing of a film THIS bad in a very long time.

It took forever for the real action of the film to even begin. It took over an hour and a half to even get to the "meat" of the film, and when you finally get there, it's like: "this was it???" 🥴

Sony Sony Sony!!! What is you doing??? Y'all know I try to defend Sony on here. I have a soft spot for them. But geez.... I'm sorry Sony, I cannot defend this movie lol. 🤦🏾‍♀️

What on earth??

What sucked the most though, is that we didn't even get to see anybody suit up in their costumes/uniforms/suits because we only got snippets of them in the future in costume.

Soooo basically, it really wasn't a "superhero" film to me. Like, it was all this buildup and buildup to NOTHING in the end.

At the end, my friend said that the movie was so bad that she liked it lol. 😅

I'm not going to try to sway anybody's decision....Go see it if you wish. All I know is it was so bad to the point of laughter out loud for me all throughout the movie lol. 😅🤣

You know how some actors OVER-act and it's so cringe?? Yea, it was THAT level bad in some scenes lol. Maybe not on THIS level bad like the film "Showgirls" ROTFL, but it was still pretty bad...

😅🤣

The Pros:

The three "teenage" girls and Adam Scott were probably the best parts of this movie tbh lol

It was so bad, that it was pure comedy for us after a while lol😅

The Cons:

The writing was HORRENDOUS in this film

Dakota's acting and voice was just awful lol

Most of the acting SUCKED in this movie lol

The Villain was awful and sounded like a robot. Most of the time, it sounded like he was literally just reading his lines off of a script rotfl 😅🤣

The editing was horrible also!

We didn't really see the protagonists become "superheroes"

OVERALL SCORE: 3/10

Just plain bad!! I seriously haven't seen a movie THIS bad in a VERY long time. 😩 Thank goodness I have a movie membership and didn't have to pay full price for this, cuz I'd be PISSED! LOL

[bl4cktourmaline]

（⌒_⌒）— day 4 featuring kusanagi nene

knock knock!

heres some mail!

ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊ 💌

⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...anon is typing... ♡

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

❝Can I request 4 for Nene? Tysm❞

━━❝Sweeter than a Christmas Cake❞

"Thanks for helping me carry these bags [name].. Sorry for not being able to carry much."

"It's alright Nene~! Always happy to help you."

You replied, setting the bags on the kitchen counter, which you slowly took out the ingredients inside them.

"What will we be baking? I know it's quite a bit as you said you planned to give them to your troupe."

"I was thinking of a big christmas cake as well as some cookies. I-I hope I'm not asking too much of you.."

"I'll be happy to bake with you, no worries at all. I'm free all-day today"

You gave her a small smile as you reassured her that she won't be a bother at all.

"I'm glad to hear.. Let's get to baking, shall we?"

You gave her a nod as you guys started to make haste in the kitchen, splitting jobs to ensure everything goes by swiftly and gets done on time. Your job was to make the cookies while Nene was to bake the Christmas cake.

»»-----► After some hours went by... ❍✧

Ding!

"Ah the cake should be done by now.."

As Nene went to open her oven. The freshy baked scent of the vanilla cake's aroma filled the kitchen.

"Wow, that smells really good. Good job Nene!"

"Thanks, I hope it'll taste as good as it smells."

Nene tried to take it out of the oven, however since it was pretty big, it was quite heavy.

"..Nngh"

She struggled trying to lift it out of the oven. Only for you to arrive to save her.

"Like I said, if you need help I wouldn't mind."

You lifted the cake without any hassle and put it down on the table, patting Nene's head for her attempt to take it out before resuming your work of making 50 cookies.

Nene was a little glad you didn't see her flushed face and for not noticing a smaller cake pan inside the oven, before she slowly took it out with ease due to its miniature size.

Nene then proceeded to carefully decorate her cakes while you had just finished mixing your cookie dough and was waiting for the oven to bake them.

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It was 8.41pm, and you guys had just finished clearing up the kitchen while the treats were neatly packaged up.

"Aaaaand we're done cleaning! Whew, who knew baking would take this long?"

"It was fun baking with you, thanks for the help once again"

"No problem! I'll start heading home now since I'm done helping-"

"W-wait! Here, this is your share of treats..!"

Nene called out before you exit the kitchen. In her hand was a bag consisting of 5 cookies and a small cupcake which she had made on the side.

"S-sorry this isn't much! I just wanted to repay you a bit for the hel-"

Squeeze!

"E-eh?!"

"Awh! Thank you so much Nene, you're so sweet. You didn't need too! I only helped cause you were a good friend of mine."

"..You're more sweeter than a Christmas cake"

"What was that?"

"N-nothing! You should head home, it's getting late."

As you slowly pull out of the hug and accepted the gift as you waved farewell to your good friend, Nene.

I'll confess to [name] next year..

Like she didn't say that for the past few years

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from Santa X!

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Eee! Thanks so much for requesting this prompt with Nene. I really enjoyed writing for one of my favorite charas<3

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[bitch-for-a-rainbow]

Day 13: Spice

“Are you sure?” Lena asks, from her place on the couch next to Kara.

“I get this all the time,” Kara says.

“Yes, but I think maybe it might be a… slightly different experience right now.” Kara sits forward on the couch, leaning over Lena’s lap, her hands next to Lena’s hips.

“Lena Luthor, are you telling me you are scared of some spicy noodles?”

Lena rolls her eyes. “Fine. Be my guest, but if this is like when you tried warheads extremes the last time you were solar flared I swear to God, Kara.”

“This is nothing like the warheads!” Kara says, “And I need some comfort food right now— Alex said so.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Lena puts her hands on her hips and says in a rough imitation of Alex, “Kara, what you need to cure your concussion is to order the spiciest noodles in National City.”

“Oh come on!” Kara giggles and pulls off of her. “You should try some!”

“I have. It took me 3 hours to taste anything again.”

“Fine,” Kara says, opening the box, “But I am going to enjoy some delicious noodles.” She gets a large forkfull— and adds a few extra twists at Lena’s raised eyebrows. She pops it into her mouth— it doesn’t really smell like anything right now, oh well. Nothing really smells like anything when her powers are gone.

Kara chews a little with extra oomph just for Lena before she begins to slow. It is a bit more peppery this time. It’s still good, but— whew it is a lot. Kara’s eyes begin to water. She can feel her cheeks heating. She finally swallows, more wanting to get the taste out of her mouth than anything else. The noodles slide down her throat like molten rock— sticking in places. It takes a few swallows and a cough to get it all down. When Kara can see again, she looks up at Lena.

Lena’s lips are pressed into a thin line, which despite her best efforts, is still twisting up at the corners in repressed laughter.

“Well?” Lena asks.

“Great!” Kara says, “Love them. Even better without the powers.” It would be more convincing if her voice hadn’t cracked.

“Mmhmm.” Lena says, the line of her mouth trembling. “So, you wouldn’t say no to another bite?”

“Of course!” Kara lies, “Love some more.”

She picks up the fork with a dread she hadn’t felt facing down Reign in the desert. She goes for a smaller bite this time, no need to waste the noodles. Kara’s managed to drag the fork halfway to her mouth when Lena breaks. Lena throws her head back and laughs, whole body shaking. Kara throws down her fork.

"I’m sorry. No. Can’t do it. You were right.” She says in defeat. If anything, this seems to increase Lena’s laughter, as she careens sideways into Kara, pulling her into a hug. Kara scowls.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry baby.” Lena gets out through her tears. “I’m sorry about your dinner. Here, I’ll get you something to drink.” And, still laughing, Lena goes to the kitchen.

She’s somewhat calmed down when she returns with a glass of water.

“Milk is better, but you’re out again.” Kara doesn’t respond, just grabs the water and chugs. This sets Lena off laughing again, but she does at least give Kara a kiss on the forehead.

They settle in for their movie night, Kara pouting and Lena still periodically breaking into laughter. Finally, Kara pulls her in for a proper kiss, and a moment after it begins, Lena pulls away, shrieking “No! No I can still taste it!”.

They do end up buying milk. Kara puts the noodles in the fridge, for when her tongue can properly appreciate them again. Stupid capsaicin.

[mstrickster]

I could really go for a good old fashioned the Ducks are bored so they decide to annoy Charlie on his very first day at his very first job little mini fic. If... you... want... to...

Aww, that's adorable!

Charlie sighed and leaned against the counter of the ice cream shop. Piper, his trainer, was in the back preparing more tubs of ice cream. Charlie was surprised she trusted him on his first day, but the store was pretty dead. 

During the first few hours she covered the till, how to do samples, how to make a cone, how to make a cup and other basic knowledge. So, Charlie was not worried should a customer come in. Though no one had in about an hour. Charlie had taken to cleaning the front and the booths so everything was spotless. He debated cleaning the baseboards when he heard the bell on the door ring out. 

Charlie straightened up and turned towards the door. 

“Welcome to the Cold Zone, I’m Charlie,” He recited, “How can I help you.”

“Nice job,” Jesse laughed, “Did you practice?” 

Charlie groaned as the his teammates filed through the door. They crowded the entrance and took up almost the whole lobby. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Charlie asked. 

“Hey is that anyway to treat paying customers?” Fulton smirked.

“Are you actually here for ice cream or just to bug me,” Charlie asked. 

“Why can’t we be here for both?” Russ asked. 

“Please don’t get me fired from my first job,” Charlie begged. 

“First job?” Connie asked, “Did you work for Jan?” 

“Unpaid, so it doesn’t count,” Charlie argued. 

“Chill out, man,” Luis said, “We’re not here to cause trouble.” 

“Yeah, we just wanted to let you show off your services skills to your new boss,” Dean smirked. 

“Uh-huh,” Charlie replied, unconvinced. 

“Anyway, do you get friends and family discounts?” Goldberg asked eyeing the menu. 

“No,” Charlie deadpanned, “Everything is full price.” 

“Guess you’re out of luck, Goldberg,” Averman teased. 

“Maybe not, Banksie is here too after all,” Goldberg said. 

“I promised ice cream to Kenny and Julie,” Adam replied, “That is all.” 

“Come on Banksie, can’t you spare some money,” Goldberg whined, “I’m starving.” 

“What happened to your allowance?” Guy asked. 

“I invested it,” Goldberg replied. 

“He spent it on video games,” Averman snickered. 

“It’s an investment!” Goldberg argued. 

“Are you guys gonna order or just crowd up my lobby?” Charlie asked growing annoyed. 

“I know what I want,” Adam said. 

“So do I,” Charlie smirked, “Chocolate with whipped topping and a cherry.”

“Smartass,” Adam said with an eyeroll, “Julie? Kenny?”

“I’ll take a banana split, Charlie,” Julie said

“I want a hot fudge sundae,” Kenny added. 

Charlie nodded writing both orders down. 

“$13.40 for them all,” Charlie informed Adam. 

Adam nodded and took out a twenty. Charlie took it and gave Adam his change. Adam smiled and slipped a five into the tip jar. 

“Anyone else?” Charlie asked. 

Guy ordered two milkshakes for him and Connie. Meanwhile, Dean and Fulton shared a huge bowl of cotton candy ice cream. Russ and Averman got two pops. Lastly, Dwayne ordered a peanut butter sundae. 

Charlie took all the orders with ease before running to the back to get Piper to help him with the orders. They worked together and soon all the Ducks had what they ordered. 

“Whew,” Charlie said leaning back on the counter. Piper laughed and checked her watch. 

“You are due for a 15, want to take it and join your friends?” She asked. 

“Is that ok?” Charlie asked. 

Piper nodded, “Go for it.” 

Charlie smiled and nodded taking off his apron. He exited through the backdoor to the kitchen and made his way to the group. 

“You make a mean shake,” Connie said as he sat down. 

“Thanks for the practice,” Charlie replied with a smile.

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April 18, 2024

Daylist: suspense rock star tuesday night (campfire, western, old west, spaghetti western)

I've come to find out that I shy away from guys I find attractive and see as potential romantic prospects (aka I see them regularly and know/think they aren't attached to someone else)! Like I refuse to meet their gaze more than I have to, minimize any mindless chatter with them, and am genuinely just very intimidated by the idea of seeming dumb in front of a person I might be developing a crush on (uhm, very much looking forward to this semester ending so I don't have to see this one dude so often bc he is so attractive but he's also like so COOL like so much cooler than me but ugh UGHH (he's also the reason for this paragraph because I realized that I highkey avoid his gaze bc he makes me so nervous which is just dreadfully annoying [edit: also i found his ig and he's a whole sophomore which is WILD but whew he's just so good looking and his voice])).

Anyway that won't do, so this summer a goal is to flirt, just once.

I spent seven very frustrating hours straight on an R script today. I should? be through the weeds now. I hopefully have a straightforward path toward some results. Hopefully. Should only take a few more hours, then I'll do my writeup tomorrow (though I realized that the raw data I solicited is not actually what I need to answer the question I'm asking, but that's okay, I'll just figure out a different question.). [edit, a bit later: it took like ten minutes to get to my intended finishing point lol. BUT I toiled for eight hours today only to find ONE SINGLE differentially expressed gene. Granted, my sample size is itty bitty, but still, ONE DEG????]

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage is WILD. Stopped me in my tracks. I can't tell if it's a joke which is the worst part. goes hard tho.

Dunno if I've mentioned this before but today I'm thankful for the clay mask my mother introduced me to. Anytime my skin feels dull, I can slap that bad boy on and a special avocado overnight moisturizer and it'll have me glowing the very next morning.