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Biology

“Uncle”!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 5.4k

Summary: Joel hurt his back at work, so you've been helping him around the house until he heals.

Content/Warnings: able-bodied, female sex anatomy, and inherently fem!reader. No description of reader, everything is neutral (ex. “your bottoms,” “the curve of you” — nothing is specific in the way “you” are described). Age gap (reader early 20s, Joel in 50s). EXPLICIT MATERIAL PRESENT. HEED THE WARNINGS. WEIRD boundaries are crossed…you're not blood-related to Joel, but you were raised like you were. You call him “uncle.” Pet names (baby, darlin’, sweetheart, etc.). Pussy pronouns (she). Innocent touches until it isn't. Sexual tension galore. Slight dub-con. Icky Joel. Icky reader. Pussy grinding. Dirty talk. Slight degradation (“bitch” is used only once). Multiple orgasms. P in V unprotected. Reader is on top. Lots of teasing about the nature of yours and Joel’s relationship. If there’s anything that should be up here but I missed or I made any improper tags, please let me know!

A/N: Hi, my loves! This is slightly different than what you’re used to coming from me… All I can say is, you’ve read the warnings! Don’t bite if it is not your flavor! But for those who do like, I really hope you enjoy! And to my love @strang3lov3, thank you for prompting this and encouraging this side of my brain to finally stop hiding in the shadows. And thank you for your eyes on this and the mood board as well. I love you.🩶

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“Hey, hon, when you headin’ over to uncle Joel’s?”

You glance at the timer on the oven. “In about ten minutes after these cookies cool. Need something from me?”

“Can ya grab my toolbox before ya leave? Forgot it there the other day,” he replies. “Figured you could get it since you’re already goin’ there today.”

“Sure thing. It’s not the heavy one, is it? Because I don’t know if that old man’s back is ready for a heavy lift like that yet.” The timer on the oven beeps. You slide on your oven mitts to pull the tray out. “Made two batches by the way. How many you want? I’m taking some to Uncle’s, too.” 

About a week ago, Joel had a contracting accident. Some newbie wasn’t watching the older man’s back as Joel climbed up a wobbly ladder, and the next moment, Joel’s footing slipped. He landed right on his lower back, a piece of wood perched on the ground, sitting at just the right spot on the floor to render him immobile. Tommy, Joel’s younger brother, and your father, his best friend since before you were born, are the only two Joel trusts to get the job done perfectly, so Joel put them two in charge until he heals. 

Bed rest, the doctor had ordered Joel, for at least three weeks. It’s been one so far, but with you offering to be his nurse — one that forces him to stay in bed unless he needs to eat or use the restroom — he thinks he just might be back to work by next week. If you’ll let him, that is. 

“No, it’s the small one, hon, you got it,” your father reassures you. He lovingly slaps his growing belly as the trays hit the kitchen counter. “Y’know, darlin’, ever since you moved back, I’ve been gainin’ some weight. Can’t imagine what you’re doin’ t’ Joel over there.”

Your lip pulls up in a smirk. “Joel is in good hands, y’know. And technically, I don’t have to leave you any,” you say with a challenging brow, pulling the cookie trays out of his reach. 

“No, no, I’m not sayin’ that,” your father’s eyebrows raise in worry. His daily cookie is very important to him. “You can leave me like… five… or six.” 

“I’m just gonna leave you a whole batch. The six are gonna be gone before I even leave the house,” you tell your father as his hand subconsciously reaches for the cookie tray. 

He scoffs, “Ya have no faith in me.”

“So what’s in your hand already?”

“Whatever,” he mumbles, walking away with a mouthful of warm cookie dough and melted milk chocolate chips. 

“Uh huh,” you yell back. “Gonna be leaving in just a sec. I’ll see you later.”

It takes less than ten minutes to get to your uncle’s house. You unlock the door using the spare key he gave you as a teenager, and immediately, nurse mode is activated. 

“Uncle Joel!” You yell, exasperated. He turns around from his place in the kitchen, painfully slow. He’s going to make his back worse. “What do you think you’re doing?” You place the fresh cookies on his dining table along with your keys. You cross your arms angrily for good measure. 

“My coffee’s cold. I was warmin’ it up,” he huffs, annoyed.

“Bed, please.” Your hands find his waist, and you guide him back to his room. “You know I’m here around this time. You didn’t wanna call me first to see where I was?”

You ease him in a sitting position at the edge of his bed. He grunts as his ass meets the mattress. He grumbles his response. “Need to start gettin’ back to everythin’ independently, y’know that, don’tcha?”

“Is your memory going with your back, too, unc?” 

“‘Scuse me?” He looks at you incredulously. 

“Three weeks were the doctor’s orders. Not one,” you tell him, putting your foot down. 

He lays himself down with another wince at the motion, no acknowledgement to your words. God, he’s so stubborn. 

“I’ll go make you a fresh cup,” you tell him, feeling sympathetic for the man. His work is his life, and it’s not going to get any easier with age. 

Making your way back to his kitchen, you wash out the coffee pitcher, replace the grounds and the filter, and do some light cleaning as you wait for the bitter, brown liquid to brew. 

It’s only been five minutes since you returned to the kitchen, and the painful moans and groans from his bedroom have only gotten louder. You search around the place and find the heat pack you bought a few days ago and pop it in the microwave. You grab some pain meds, fill up a glass of water, and just in time, the microwave sings to you, telling you your contents are ready. 

Ignoring the coffee for a moment, you make your way back to Joel’s bedroom. His eyes are closed, but his entire body is tensed up in pain. Poor guy. You knock at his door to catch his attention before entering. “Unc?”

One eye peels open. “Yes, nurse?”

“Funny.” A sarcastic laugh leaves your throat. “Come take these.”

He makes no move to get up. 

You set the painkillers and the water on his bedside table, the heat pack wedged underneath your armpit. You start to reach for Joel to help him up, but he stops you. “I got it,” he grunts. You let him have this win. 

You hand him the glass of water first, then the pills. He swallows the painkillers in one big gulp, swallowing down the rest of the water in another. He eyes the heat pack in your arm. 

“Do you want-”

“Yes,” he says immediately, reaching for the soft warmth. 

“Lay down first, I’ll put it underneath you.”

Without another word, he positions himself. His body jerks when your soft hand slips underneath his back, pushing him to lift a little while you slide the heat underneath. “This okay?”

“Mhm,” he forces out, eyes clamped shut. It’s not okay, you think. 

“How would you feel on your stomach?” you suggest. 

“Dunno. Never tried.”

“Well, then.” You set the heat pack down, and it’s your turn to crawl, uninvited, into his bed. You walk on your knees towards the opposite, unoccupied side, adjusting the pillows in a way you think might be the most comfortable. This isn’t your first rodeo dealing with an old man’s back; you’ve got your dad. This is, however, your first rodeo dealing with an old man more stubborn than a screaming goat not getting his way. “Come on.”

“No.” 

“What do you mean no?” 

“That ain’t gonna be comfortable.”

“How do you know?”

“I jus’ do.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath. “I swear to God. I will flip your ass over myself if I have to.”

“You’re bossy,” he spits.

“So you’ve said.” 

Not giving him a chance to prepare, you hook your one hand at his side and your other on his hip, and you pull him towards you. It doesn’t fully flip him over, but it does the trick in getting him to finish the rest of the action himself — albeit, with a very strained yelp from the back of his throat. 

He groans for a few minutes more as you adjust some flat pillows underneath his belly and then prop the lukewarm heating back right at the base of his spine. You’ll probably have to heat it up in ten minutes again, but it’ll do for now. You stay in your spot for a minute, and already his pained noises begin to subside. 

“Better?” You know it is. You just want him to admit it. 

And when a single huff with zero protests from the grumpy man reverberates around the room, you know you’ve won this round. 

“I’ll go get your coffee now,” you hum. 

A soft rasp of your name has you spinning back around as you reach the room’s threshold. 

“Hm?”

“Thanks,” he tells you. 

“It’s what I’m here for, unc.”

You put his fresh cup of coffee in a thermos this time. You can’t imagine how often he’ll get up being in this position, but at least the freshness will be there with every sip he does end up taking. 

“How’s it going?” You ask him as you set his coffee nearby. You feel the heat pack on his spine, and it’s as you called it to be by now: room temperature. “Want me to reheat it?” 

“‘M okay,” he replies, voice groggy. He must’ve fallen asleep. 

“Okay.” You stand there for a moment. You can tell the heat helped, but his body isn’t entirely relaxed. He’s still tense, as if a nerve or something is being pinched. 

You recall your memory from a while ago before you moved back with your dad. Your brother, who is a mixed martial arts athlete, had a sparring session that hurt his back, nearly in the same area as Joel. He had you running his massage gun over his muscles nearly every night for a month straight. “It needs to uncoil somehow,” he told you. An idea crosses your mind then. 

You saunter to Joel’s en suite bathroom in search of some type of lubricant. Sitting loud and proud on the center of the bathroom counter is a little bottle of Equate’s Personal Liquid Lubricant. Your brain falters for a second, the bottle of lube throwing you off your original plan. That is absolutely not the kind of lubricant you were looking for. Shaking away the image from your mind, you bend down to look in the cabinets underneath. Bingo, a bottle of Aveeno body lotion. This should do. 

You invite yourself onto his bed for the second time today. “Let me give you a massage.”

“What?” His head turns to you now, utterly confused. He definitely heard you wrong, he thinks. 

“Let me give you a massage,” you repeat. “It’ll help.”

A massage actually does sound nice right now. But you’ve been nothing but bossy this last week while Joel lays here helplessly. He’s bored. And he’s had enough. “It ain’t gonna help.”

“How do you know?”

“I jus’ do.”

Jesus. Haven’t you had this conversation before? You mentally slap your forehead. Again, leaving him no other options, you reach for his flannel atop his shoulders and begin to pull them down. 

“Hey, hey, wait, now what in the hell-” He tries to stifle back a laugh as he wriggles in your hold, trying to playfully push you off without hurting himself more in the process. 

You quickly release his clothes, hands up in surrender where he can see them. You’re just realizing now just how forward your action must’ve been. “How am I gonna massage you-” 

The embarrassment written all over your face has Joel tearing up as he tries to hold his wheezing laugh in. With his eyebrow quirked at you, he responds, “If you wanted me naked, kiddo-”

“Jesus, ew! Really?” An unbearable heat spreads across your cheeks. Your eyes are downcast, looking everywhere else but him. “It- it’ll be better if I can directly touch-”

Only then do you feel the bed shaking with his laughter. He’s fucking with you. And here you were, about to offer something that would relieve a whole lot of pain. “Oh, fuck you,” you scoff, pulling yourself up and making your way off of his bed. 

“No, okay, wait,” he laughs, trying to catch his breath. “Jus’ messin’ with you, who am I to deny a massage?” He raises his eyebrows once, twice. Still messing with you, seeing how far his taunting with you can go. 

“You’re disgusting,” you deadpan. 

“‘M not the one tryin’ t’ massage her uncle,” Joel says as he attempts to shrug his shoulders at you.

“I’m gonna leave now.” One foot makes it to the ground before Joel speaks again. 

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, ya can’t take a joke? I’m only messin’ around. Come back. Gonna leave me hangin’? In pain? C’mon, nurse.” His tone falls softer, sweeter. You can hear the shit-eating grin in his words. And, fuck, why is it making you heat even further, in places beyond your face? In places you shouldn’t be?

“Fine,” you relent. “Stop saying weird shit then.” You still can’t look at him. Not after the way your body decided to react in the shift of energy. An abrupt shift of energy, as far as you can tell. 

He’s your dad’s best friend. Your uncle, for crying out loud. Not by blood, but still. There’s never been a feeling beyond that. Sure, you’ve had your silly little school girl crush on him during your young teenage years, but that was your hormones being your hormones. You grew out of them. Even your own father can’t deny the conventional attractiveness of his best friend. 

Plus, suggestive commentary is bound to make anyone feel hot. It’s basic biology. Your response is nothing. It doesn’t mean anything. At least, that’s what you convince yourself of when you climb back into your uncle’s— no, into Joel’s bed, trying to ignore the way your panties stick dutifully against your throbbing core.

Joel leans onto his side as you get yourself situated, unbuttoning the bottom half of his flannel, so you can flip up the bottom to reach his lower back. After the bottom half of the buttons are undone, he lays back on his front. “Here,” he calls your name. “Jus’ lift it up from the bottom.”

You scoot closer to him, standing on your knees, and you reach over to grab the hem of his flannel, pulling it up as gently as possible, exposing just enough to be able to reach the irritated areas. You frown at what you see. Inflamed skin, purples and yellows dancing all across his lower back, forcing him away from the very thing he lives for. He may have been a stubborn bitch this entire week, but that doesn’t stop the sympathy you feel for the man. 

You put some of the lotion in your hand, rubbing it between your two palms to warm it up a little. You place your hand on the side closest to you first, moving in circular motions and adjusting your pressure ever so often. “Let me know when the pressure is good.”

So far he hasn’t said much, a slight groan here, an exhale there. You feel a knot as you move lower, so you increase your pressure. You’re met with a literal moan, and you swear you have to bite back your own vocal response. “Fuck,” he sucks in a sharp breath. “Yeah, jus’ like that, ‘s perfect, darlin’.” 

“Okay,” you squeak, your thighs clenching together to attempt any kind of relief to the heat between your legs. 

After a few more passes over the area — and a few more indulgent, harder presses of your palm to pull more angelic sounds from him — you switch to the other side. Except, at this angle, you don’t really have as good an angle as you did before. Your leg swings over his ass, bracketing him in between your thighs, before you can even register the move your body just made. A soft gasp falls from your lips as you feel the new angle you’ve just given yourself. 

“Joel?” You call sweetly. Innocently.”I- I’m not hurting you or anything, am I?”

Hurting? No. Putting him through Hell? Close enough. 

Joel has done many questionable things in his lifetime. Getting involved with taken (married or otherwise) women, couples who wanted a third… Joel has lived through it all. Mainly in his younger years, but nevertheless. He has done and seen many things. But none of these things have ever included getting a fucking hard on for a girl — a woman? — he practically had a hand in raising. You call him uncle, for crying out loud. 

His physical response means nothing. It’s basic biology. The tender yet skilled touch of your warm hands directly against his even hotter skin, lighting every single nerve ending on fire, forcing the blood to course through his veins, to make its way down south— 

“Christ-” he snarls as you practically sit on him. His mouth shuts instantly as his eyes shoot open. He didn’t mean for that to come out. “Y-yeah,” he corrects. “‘M alright.” 

“Just- just let me know,” you tell him. He can hear the shake in your voice. He can tell biology is doing a number on you, too, based on your tone alone, if the heat engulfing his rear as you try your best not to make contact with it isn’t enough to go by. 

He focuses on his breathing as best he can as your hands push slightly past his jeans, getting underneath the seam of his boxers, and then immediately softening your touch as you run your fingers up his spine, awaking a chill he never knew was possible until now. You rub beyond the exposed area of his lower back, reaching his shoulder blades and entirely up to his shoulders, forcing the flannel to rise with your hands. He’s so broad and warm, and you would absolutely be drooling all over him by now if you weren’t so shocked at how tight his muscles really feel. How has this man not gotten any injuries sooner? How was he still doing all this heavy lifting? You dig the pads of your finger tips further into the thousands of tiny knots you feel, and his body jerks in actual pain this time. 

“God damn, girl,” he snaps. “What are you doin’?” 

“How the fuck do you even function?” You sound genuinely horrified. 

“What-”

“Your shoulders and neck are fucking covered in knots how do you even-” you cut yourself off with a disappointed click of your tongue. “You need to flip over.” 

Fuck. 

“Why?” He asks defensively. 

“I’m gonna break these knots. I need to start from the front.” 

“Ya ain’t gettin’ anywhere near my neck, I swear to God-”

“Quit being stubborn. What did I say earlier? I’m gonna flip you myself if you don’t-”

“Alright, fine, gimme a sec,” he bites. Joel takes a deep breath, at war with himself for how he’s going to handle his next course of action. 

Whatever happens next, there is no avoiding the fact that you will be made aware of the bulging erection between his legs. You can know about it, that’s fine, but the second you make contact, he doesn’t know if he’ll have the strength to control himself. Which is why he rips off the band aid quick. Flipping himself over with you still hovering over him, he tries his best not to touch you. Though, the second he’s comfortable, his focus is on your waist, grabbing you immediately and missing the way your eyes widen at the tenting fabric of his jeans. He pulls you higher up to sit on his lower tummy. 

You squeak out a little gasp as he adjusts you, and fuck it makes the pulsing between his legs even worse. He releases you, bringing his hands back to his sides. 

“Comfortable?” you whisper. You try so hard not to use your voice, worried that it’ll reveal just how turned on you are by this situation you’ve put yourself in. He gives you a single nod, and with that, you lean to grab more lotion. 

The angle you are at forces you to lean the front of your body onto Joel to be able to reach his shoulders. You can feel his body tense underneath you; you can hear his labored breathing as your hands further push away his flannel, working away at each knot. 

You lean forward further, giving yourself the ability to reach just below Joel’s neck. With this action, your hips shift, pressing down against Joel’s belly in a way that sends a sudden jolt of butterflies through your core. Your hands freeze in their movement, breath and fingertips stuttering as your entire face and neck heat up. You sneak a quick glance to Joel, and his eyes are still relaxed. He didn’t notice. 

It takes you a moment to start your movements back up again, but when you do, you can’t help the way you repeat exactly what you did before — allowing yourself another experimental roll of your hips against his soft abdomen. Only this time, you’re way less sly, for the whimper of pleasure you thought you could hide slips right out, right for his sharp ears to take note of. Shit. 

“Y’ alright there?” His eyes are trained on you now; he knows what you just did. Joel sports a quirked eyebrow as he waits for your response. 

“Mhm,” you rush out, ignoring his piercing gaze. 

It takes every ounce of willpower for you to run over the knots in his shoulder again without driving your hips into him, but even the push and pull of your arms is a full body movement, and you feel it. You feel the growing wetness in your core, the growing heartbeat that his bare tummy no doubt can feel now. 

Your body is splayed across him, the warmth of you leaking through your bottoms and onto his hot skin as you pathetically try to play off the fact that you aren’t grinding your wet cunt across him right now. With a rasp of your name, he takes a sharp breath in. “What are ya doin’?” He grunts, pained. Conflicted. 

This is so wrong. But it feels so good. Your arousal — how utterly desperate you are for the older man underneath you — is shone all over your face, brighter than any other feeling of disgust or wrongness you’re trying to convince yourself of. But the internal battle is still there, though, and it forces your hips to come to a full stop. It forces cries of apologies from your lips. It forces regret. 

“I- I’m sorry,” you choke back a sob. “Please, I- this is so wrong, I’m so stupid, uncle, I-” 

God damn it. Joel is too damn hard to deal with this shit now. “Oh, Jesus Christ, will you cut the fuckin’ uncle bullshit?” He finally snaps. His hands spring to life, finding their way up your thighs, tightening once they reach your hips. He forces you to move again. “Ya think I wanna hear that fuckin’ word while you fuckin’ soak me? Huh? While ya rub on me like a fuckin’ bitch in heat?”

“Shit,” you moan, the strength of his hand making the assault against your mound all the more intense. “Joel, please,” you cry, your fingers shaking as you hold onto his chest. 

Your thighs begin to tremble as he maintains a rough pace to your movements, his bed creaking with every shove of your hips against him. His grip on you is one of steel, the pads of his fingers digging into your flesh, no doubt leaving tiny bruises as a reminder of today’s actions. 

He is fucking covered in you — the slick of your desire pooling through your bottoms and into his skin, making each grind smoother. He licks his lips at this, his eyes dark as he drinks you in from above; your own eyes glossy and a sheen of sweat along your skin. “Look at ya, darlin’,” he murmurs, voice low enough to send a fresh wave of arousal pouring from your hole. “Fuckin’ soakin’ me, baby. Needed me that bad, did ya? Was tryin’ t’ tell ya earlier,” he grunts, “Y’know ya just had to ask.” A lazy smirk pulls across his lip. 

You let out a whimper at his words, your hips finally rolling alongside his own guidance, instinctively searching for more friction. “Atta girl,” he groans, “That’s it, fuck- makin’ a fuckin’ mess a’ me, darlin’.” 

You’re panting now, the rhythm and pressure mixed with the filth of his Southern drawl ignites every single nerve ending throughout your body. He watches you with a dark intensity, the brown of his eyes replaced with pure black lust, his eyes unable to stray away from the pleasurable desperation filling your features. 

“Gonna come like this, sweetheart?” He taunts, driving you into him even harder. 

“Mmm- my God, yeah- yes,” you cry out, eyes rolling back as the coil in your belly finally tightens, your breathing ragged as needy moans escape your lips. 

With a final roll of your hips and the utterance of a that’s my girl, the coil finally snaps, pleasure crashing over you, coursing through your veins as you come all over him, your slick unable to stay within the limits of your clothes, leaking and dripping down the sides of him and onto the mattress below. Your thighs convulse around his waist, his hold on you continuing your thrusts, dragging out your orgasm until your own hands find his and rip him away from you.

“Ya ain’t done yet, sugar,” Joel gruffs, grabbing the globes of your ass cheeks and dragging you down, letting you feel his ignored and now raging erection. 

“Never said I was,” you purr, a soft moan blessing his ears at the feel of his bulge against your ass. He can feel your smirk against his chest. 

Body still trembling, Joel lifts your ass in the air, sliding your bottoms down over the curve of your body. The stickiness of your panties pulls off with a wet squelch, the cool air of the room mingling with the wet warmth of your bare pussy, the stark contrast forcing chills to run through your veins. 

“God,” he murmurs as you give a little wiggle of your ass in the air. “Pretty as a peach, huh, darlin’?” He guides you lower, pushing you down onto his bulge. The hardness of him beneath you immediately sends a fiery need to your core. Your hands move on their own as you pull your body up, reaching for the buttons and zipper of his jeans, undoing them with ease despite the eager shake of your hand. You pull the jeans down just enough to let his cock spring free, thick and angry and leaking. 

“Oh, fuck,” you swallow your gasp. “God, I need you so bad,” you whine, already lifting up to line the tip of him to your swollen cunt. 

You sink down with a breathless moan, your head flying back as your hands grip onto his tummy to keep you from buckling. 

Joel’s breathing stutters, his moans filling the air as you practically choke his cock. “Shit- so fuckin- fuckin’ tight.” His hands find their home on the meat of your ass, holding you tight, grounding himself from coming like a damn teenager.

You move slowly at first, savoring the way he feels inside of you, how big he is. God, you don’t think you’ve ever taken anything quite as long and as thick as him. Your heart skips a beat at that, knowing that he’s ruined you for anyone else. 

It isn’t long before the raw need takes over, and you move faster, hips rolling back and forth as you ride him, the wet sound of skin against skin as you alternate to a bounce ever so often. 

Despite the risk of hurting his back even more, he can’t stop himself from gripping you tighter, his nails digging into your flesh as his hips buck up into you, starting their own rhythm, meeting every one of your thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming with the size of him; it’s a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, mixing sweet whines of ecstasy with whines of overstimulation, and it’s the best music to have ever graced his ears. 

“Look at ya,” he grunts. “Fuckin’ made for this, weren’t ya? Fuckin’ made for takin’ this cock, huh, sweetheart?” 

You nod weakly at his words. They send a flutter down your belly to your pussy, and his mouth is all it takes to send you to your second brink of collapse — your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you move, as he drives himself into you without abandon. 

Every thrust pushes you further to the edge, the sting of the stretch, the sensation of being so full — it’s almost too much to bear. He can hear it in the way your cries change. It’s becoming too much. 

“Y’ can take it, sweetheart, almost there,” he grunts. His hands take over in guiding your movements, urging you faster, harder, bringing you both to the cliff’s edge. 

“C’mon, baby, can feel her squeezin’ me, know she wanna come, baby. Breathe, doll, jus’ let go,” he rasps, his words coming in staggered.

The wet tightness of your walls, both the feel and the sound, causes Joel to fall first — a low, guttural groan filling the room as he fills you with his hot, thick spend.

The sensation of him pulsing inside you, unloading everything he’s worth, sends you over your edge, your pussy clenching around his cock as you come, the sensation rippling through you, shredding your vocal cords as you scream out in pleasure. 

Everything goes dark for you, nothing but the fuzzy sound of Joel’s sweet praises at the top of your head as he guides you through your come down. 

“Did so fuckin’ good f’ me, darlin’,” he murmurs. “Sweet girl.”

For an asshole, who knew he could be so sweet? 

You roll off of Joel as soon as your heart steadies, your entire body on fire from all the exertion. You can feel Joel’s body stiffen as you use him for support. His back is killing him right now.

A few moments pass as your eyes slowly start to close, but the deep gruff of your name stops you from dozing. 

You turn your head to the man beside you. “Yes?” 

For the first time today, it’s Joel who can’t make eye contact with you. “Can you, uh… can you-” he clears his throat, trying to rid himself of his awkwardness. “Can you warm up the heat pack again?” 

Your smirk lifts your cheek before you can even try to stop it. “Come again?” 

He lets out a frustrated huff. And he can’t turn away from you. His back is killing him right now. “My back-”

“Yeah, what about your back?” 

“You fuckin’ little shit-”

You giggle as you flip onto your side, your hand holding your head up to get a better look at him. “Your back is hurting, baby? Need me to get the heat pack for you, hm?” 

He doesn’t respond. He just has the deepest, most grumpiest scowl known to man on display. 

“Oh, come on. You need my help, is that it? Need to hear you say it, unc.” You emphasize the last syllable of your sentence, a belly laugh threatening to escape you. 

Oh, two can play at that game. “Yeah, baby, I need your help. I need the help from my beautiful, beautiful niece, hm? My beautiful, needy niece whose pussy gets all soaked jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout me, huh? Gets all wet and needy thinkin’ ‘bout her uncle-”

Your resolve finally snaps, your eyes clamping shut as you cover your ears, loud la la la’s coming from your mouth as you ungraciously roll yourself off of his bed. “Enough, fine! Fine! Fuckin’ nasty,” you groan as you make your way to the kitchen. 

“‘M not the one who started it, sweetheart,” Joel says, a triumphant smile plastered across his cocky face. 

“I made you cookies by the way,” you yell after a beat. “Want one?” 

Joel’s hand reaches for his belly. He doesn’t need one, that’s for sure. “Yeah,” he responds not a second later. 

You come back to his bedroom, heat pack in one hand, no cookie in the other. You hand him the heat pack. You make him adjust it himself. 

“Where’s the cookie?” He asks, a tinge of impatience on his tongue. 

“Oh, I thought you were gonna come down and get it.” 

He looks at you incredulously. 

“I just figured you wanted to start being more independent and all. Given how strenuous you were being a few moments ago,” you offer with a faux innocence.  

“I swear to fuckin’ God, when I get my hands on you-”

“Your hands on me? Yeah? When?” You start making your way out of his bedroom. “Come get me if you wanna show me a lesson. Know you been dying to all week.” 

If he can fuck you the way he did, maybe full-time bed rest isn’t what Joel needs. He needs to stretch and move around; he needs to activate his muscles, especially being on the older side. It really is basic biology.

I would absolutely love to hear what you guys thought of this! Any and all your love and commentary truly keeps me going and motivated even when the writer’s block is at its strongest. Wouldn’t be here without you all. I have so much love in my heart for you! Talk to y’all soon🩶

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[iluvapplesxh]

☞☞☞☞Kissable II.☜☜☜☜

summary: Regina discovers something 'shocking' about herself and also finds out who you really are. So, with the promise of an apology, she approaches you once more.

other parts: part I,

warnings: use of 'y/n' like twice, curse words, mentions of body shaming, set after the 2024 movie, fat shaming, !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

A/N: the mf title is not in the middle. Istg. anyway, yay! long awaited pt2!

Regina didn’t know what to make of her thoughts. Thoughts which have been all but haunting her for the past weeks and it was killing her. She couldn’t stop thinking about you and your stupid lips. Or your stupid glasses you wore all the time. Or the way her mind would wander what was going on under all those baggy hoodies and jeans.

And so, she decided to get a ‘professional’s opinion.

“You’re gay”

Regina’s mouth hung open at Janis’ words while the other girl stared at her with a blank face, leaning against her locker with crossed arms. 

“That is absurd!” Regina gasps, clearly offended. Her eyes narrowed at the shorter girl and she crossed her own arms over her chest.

Janis snorted and shook her head. “Nope. Just the truth” The artsy girl shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “I mean, look at the obvious factors; you can’t stop thinking about her, you can’t stop thinking about kissing he-” 

She was cut off when Regina slapped a hand on her mouth. “Okay, we-well…how do I stop?” Regina asked, her voice filled with desperation.

Janis laughed once more. “You don’t. Well I mean, after a while maybe, but you have a crush” She smirks, gazing up at Regina with a mischievous glint in her milk chocolate brown eyes.  

“What?!” Regina exclaimed loudly, making some of the gazes of the students surrounding the halls shift to the two of them. Regina looked at them before cooling herself down and taking a deep breath. “I do not have a crush” Her eyes widened while she spoke in a demanding tone. “I don’t even know who she is!”  

Janis rolled her eyes and uncrossed her arms. “Y/N L/N.” She turned and opened her locker, rummaging through her books, notebooks and random sketches. 

Regina blinked. Once, then twice before finally gathering up her words. “Fatty girl Y/N?” Her voice was low as her eyes widened. “I..I mean, I didn’t-...I thought she moved schools” Regina swallowed harshly, the lump in her throat making it hard to do so.

Janis huffed and zipped up her bag. “Yeah, no. She didn’t” She mumbled and turned back around. “She just lost weight…and all her friends” She shrugged her backpack onto her shoulders. “And she’s known as forever 2nd in her classes” She added, shutting her locker.

Regina’s brows knitted together and her lips formed a straight line. “I have to talk to her” She muttered then felt a harsh pat on her arm. She looked up from the floor to the shorter girl.

“Good luck with that.” 

Was all the dark-haired girl said before walking away, catching up with Damien halfway through when she saw him walking down the hallway.

A soft, heavy breath slipped past Regina’s plump lips before she pressed them together. She uncrossed her arms and turned on her heel, walking towards Karen’s locker where the 3 other Plastics were standing by and chatting between each other.

It was once more after school and you found yourself-unsurprisingly- in the library again. The sun was still up, peeking through the large gothic-like windows as you sat by the very same table you sat at every day. Your glasses sat neatly next to your propped up elbow on the top of the light-wood desk. Your legs swung back and forth, your eyes tracing over the words on the semi-new paper page you were reading. The tips of your fingers barely touch the book's paper cover, tracing over the big, bulging letters of the title.

You didn’t look up when you heard the big double doors of the library open and close, since considering the time, it could be anyone and you really just couldn’t care less. You were way too invested in the plot of the book anyway.

And you didn’t look up when you heard footsteps approaching, either. You just assumed they needed something from the shelves on the other side. But when they stopped right next to you, your eyebrows furrowed and you placed your book down, carefully placing the bookmark in between the pages before closing it. You looked up slowly and saw your literal worst nightmare.

Regina stared down at you, her eyes flicking over your features. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw you without glasses, the lack of air making her head spin and heart pound in her chest for a moment before she could breathe again. 

“Uh-...” You began speaking in a small voice, your now trembling hand reaching for your glasses. “Regina. How can I help you?” You finally muttered out as your shaky hand placed the glasses on your face, pushing it up tightly on the bridge of your nose.

Regina swallowed thickly and crossed her arms. “Stand up” She didn’t mean  to sound mean, or bitter, but you were making her feel things and it was so confusing, and weird, and distracting, and suffocating, and warm-

You stood quickly, fear filling your eyes. Your arms hung by your sides before you began fiddling with your fingers, hands in front of your torso while you waited for Regina to speak.

Regina’s expression softened as her eyes took in your panicked and alarmed state. She uncrossed her arms and sighed. “Don’t…Don’t be scared” She muttered out, her jaw going slack as an unusual feeling of guilt washed over her.

Your eyebrows furrowed at her words and your breathing slightly calmed for some reason, but the fiddling and fidgeting of your fingers didn’t stop. 

Regina’s eyes flickered down to your fidgeting hands and she gulped before looking back into your eyes. “I uhm…I know who you are” One of her fingers hooked into the thin silver bracelet on her wrist while she shifted on her feet.

Your eyes widened once more the slightest bit before you cleared your throat and looked anywhere but the blonde-haired girl’s icy blue eyes. Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth, and you bit so hard the tips of your cuspid teeth drew blood from the soft tissue of the inside of your mouth. The metallic taste made you slightly nauseous and you swallowed hard.

Regina took a deep breath, her tongue darting out to moisten her drying lips. “Look, I-...” She exhaled harshly. “I know it’s too late to apologize and that it’s useless, but…” She trailed off and shrugged her shoulders. “Shit, I don’t know” 

You blinked up at her, your head cocked to the side. You actually weren’t that mad at her for body shaming you for a whole year, at least it reached positive results. Yeah, that was a stupid way of thinking about it but you didn’t care. I mean, of course, it hurt. Like a fucking bitch. But you weren’t mad at her. Nonetheless, her sudden apology left you pretty much speechless, your lips parted and eyebrows knitted together tightly.

Regina quirked an eyebrow at your reaction and waved her hand in front of your face. When you didn’t even blink, a huff left her lips. Her hand twitched the slightest bit when she felt your breath fan over the skin of her palm.  And in a swift, thoughtless motion, her ringed fingers wrapped around your chin, making your snap out of whatever trance or alternate reality you were lost in.

Your eyes widened when the cool metals touched your skin and you swallowed hard.

“Are you there?” Regina’s voice seemed a little distant as blood rushed to your cheeks and your heart beat in your rib cage at a dangerous pace. A soft scoff escaped her lips and her grip tightened on your jaw, pulling you closer to her. Her eyes stuck on your plump lips for a moment too long when she did so, her breathing ragged. Then her eyes looked into your distant ones again.

God, get your damn head out of the gutter.

But your lips were so alluring and inviting and kissable.

“I literally just apologized for your life trauma and you just stare at me” She said in a hushed tone and the way she tilted her head made you feel dizzy. “Hello? Are you with me?”

You blinked multiple times before clearing your throat and stepping away from her, looking down as your face grew red. A soft pang of pain shot through Regina’s chest when you pulled away but she covered up her hurt expression. “Uh, y-...yeah. It’s fine” Was all you could mutter.

You took haste breaths and hurriedly packed up your stuff from the desk. Regina’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Wait, no, where are you going-” Her hand reached out for you again but you had already slung your backpack over your shoulder, the unfinished book in your hands as you stepped away.

“I gotta go” 

The words which came out of your mouth were rushed and mumbled before you turned around so fast, you were surprised you didn’t get whiplash. You basically ran out of the library once again.

Regina huffed out a heavy breath in frustration as she watched you go. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, hands clenched into fists as you once more left her. Alone. And feeling new things again.

A/N: guyssss, the new Billie and Charli xcx song??? holy shit. I literally had a panic attack when I first heard it... anyway, pt.3?

tags: @autorasexy

[moodymisty]

What each Primach would do after marrying their beloved

Lion El'Jonson: Hi, wife. I'll be your knight in shining armour but I'll forget about you 3 min into the marriage

Fulgrim: Helllooo!! Welcome to the party 🥳🥳 Make sure to bicker with my other wives for me so I can't feel insecure anymore and I'll get my daily validation

Perturabo: Get wife (impossible). Wife pretty. Iron Within, Iron Without. Wife feels good. Iron Within, Iron Without again. Become emotionally and physically dependent to wife. Life good.

Jaghatai Khan: zzzzzzzzzz-PANG ⚡⚡⚡🏍️🏍️ HI DARLING. FEEL FREE TO BECOME FRIENDS WITH ALL MY OTHER 358.947.283 WIVES (also tomorrow will be Missionary Monday, get ready 😈)

Leman Russ: WIFEEEE 🥹🥹🥹 love you soooooooooo much. You smelllllll so gooooood. Why don't you spread those le-

Rogal Dorn: Wife, let me tell you about Multi-Scale Computational Modeling of Anisotropic Thermo-Mechanical Behavior in Functionally Graded Materials for Advanced Aerospace Structural Applications.

Konrad Curze: Woman. Make bebe with woman. LITTLE ABOMINATIONS??? Woman is set for life after popping out some Night Lords :D

Sanguinius: Hello wife 🥰🥰 How is my pookie dookie wookie lookie iookie uookie oookie qookie sookie dookie bookie pookie nookie mookie hookie gookie zookie xookie lookie jookie aookie fookie wookie cutie pie honey baby apple pie with whipper cream on top my sweetie honey money baby cutie pookie so cute so perfect my love my husband my wife my beloved my only love my baby my babe my bby my boyfriend my girlfriend my everything my sweetest pie my cutest smartest pie ever most amazing and prettiest and handsomest ever so cute so handsome and beautiful my pookie bear my little baby petite tiny baby bear pookie sookie wookie muffin with chocolate on top and cherries so cute pookie bear love you mwah bark so cute love you forever my first love my true love my soulmate my only reason to live you cutie little pie hehe im little shy petite girlie pop cutest person i know so cute so beautiful my only mine only no one elses my darling mi amor dear love pookie bear love you honey boney love you to the moon and back mwah uwu (he says this after leaving her anemic)

Ferrus Manus: I live harmoniously with my love. I love her and I respect her. I am completely devoted and loyal to her, as she is with me. I am hers and she is mine. (wife in the background struggles to walk, her clothes being disheveled and she is out of breath)

Angron: SHE IS MY WIFE! YOU GOT THAT? MY WIFE! She's damn cute, okay? CUDDLY, EVEN! AND SHE... she leaves me the milk bottle in the fridge, alright?! SHE DOES THAT FOR ME! I LOVE HER SO DAMN MUCH, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT! 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡🤬😡😡🤬😡

Roboute Guilliman: I so very regrettably regret that I haven't ran away earlier into my life. As I am married now with a child coming on the way, my biggest and grandest wish was to own myself a farm. I want to teach my children the simpler ways. I want them to play with wooden toys, ride horses out of the womb and to, all around, run around my farms. I want to take care of many crops, especially the mighty cabbage (pun, pun). As for my darling wife, I shall love very much and plow her back every two to four years. *Looks towards his wife, who's a little bit afraid*. We must at least have 6 children, mustn't we?

Mortarion: Today I saw my wife's ankle. She was wearing sandals with a very long skirt and it slipped out while she walked. Nevertheless, I came on a Nurgling.

Magnus: My wife? *Psychically enters her mind, while she is in the another room, and sexually overstimulate her, making her scream in ecstasy* She's doing great!

Horus Lupercal: My wife's a housewife. Because she's housing my kids! *Horus slaps his knee, laughing at his joke. The Mournival is disappointed in their Father, the Legion Mother is waddling around pregnant with their 12th kid.*

Lorgar Aurelian: (what did I cook)

Lorgar, wild-eyed and disheveled, paces back and forth, his voice rising and falling in feverish tones. His eyes are fixated on an unseen figure, trembling with a mix of adoration and desperation.

"She is divine! Do you hear me? DIVINE! Her light, it burns away the lies of this wretched universe! A goddess, yes, a goddess! How can they not see? HOW?!

Her eyes, like the twin suns of a lost paradise, see through the veils of reality! Her voice—her voice!—it is the hymn of creation itself! I am but a worm, a pitiful creature crawling in the dirt, but SHE, she has lifted me up! Blessed me with her radiance! Blessed me with HER TOUCH!

I kneel before her, broken, unworthy! The very stars tremble in her presence! They whisper her name, but Iam the chosen! I see her! I worship her! I... I... I LOVE HER! No! Not love—reverence, adoration, worship! I will burn worlds for her! Tear apart the heavens!

I am HERS. BODY, MIND, AND SOUL. HER PRIEST, HER PROPHET, HER LOVER. My faith in her is unbreakable, my devotion absolute. She is a GODDESS, My goddess, and I am lost in her divinity. FOREVER."

Lorgar collapses to his knees, clutching at his head, a broken laugh escaping his lips.

"Goddess... my goddess... please... take me... consume me... make me yours..."

Vulkan: I like my wife :3. She's very pretty. My sons like her too.

Corvus Corax: I am glad my wife's this kind. Nobody would understand me but her. Because I am in Spain without the S 😔😔

Alpharius and Omegon: My wife? Nah. Our wife. *USSR anthem begins*

LSJDKFLJSDFKJSDF-

I have no words, so many of these made me wheeze uncontrollably. Sanguinius, Horus, Mortarion and Alpharius were a highlight.

[enhastolemyheart]

𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌 — NISHIMURA RIKI

pairing | best friend brother!niki x fem!reader

genre | fluff, kind of strangers to lovers, summer au (again)

synopsis | niki finally doing something about his undying love for you.

word count | 1.1k+

warnings | one kiss, swearing, teasing, mention of food, proofread but lmk if any mistakes, niki's sister name is Zuha but it's not the idol, Niki is a year older

a/n | it's here!! I'm really sorry for taking so long to do it, i jus got really really busy with school. I hope the 💍anon likes it! (lmk that you've read it!) thank you v much for requesting!! as always, requests and taglist is open! feel free to share anything if you'd like!! Enjoy reading!! THIS IS REQUESTED.

Gosh, why the fuck is she so cute and pretty?!

You probably won't believe it but, that was what was going on inside Niki's head when you walked into their house. His sister, only a year younger, invited you to a sleepover because your finals had just ended and you were free to spend some time together. 

He couldn't help but ogle at you when you took off your shoes and walked inside to the kitchen, zuha offering you chocolate milk. 

"Bro, can you not stare at her like that? You're going to creep her out." The voice of Niki's best friend, Jungwon hissed. "Focus on the game man, we're losing against the other team, and you know how much I hate losing."

Jungwon's words came out very incoherent to Niki. His focus was solely on you, the way you were sipping onto the chocolate-y delight. Smile slapped onto your face as you and his sister gossiped about stuff. His heart melted on the spot when you pushed unwanted hair behind your ear. It was like his ears reddened. When you and zuha head to her room to spend the rest of the time there, his heart skips a beat when you glance at him, waving a small 'hi' and making your way to zuha's room at her call. 

Once you're out of his sight, Niki clutches at his heart and groans at how fast you made his heart beat, lip subconsciously making its way between his teeth. You both have never really interacted, the only reason was because both of you were shy and Niki thought it wasn't right to become friends with a person who's close to her sister. But, it's not like he's breaking a rule or something, right?

. . .

It was now dinner time, Jungwon and you were sleeping over at your friends' house. Niki's mother had prepared sushi and some other meals for the night. She has asked niki to set the table up, but you had insisted that you'd help. 

While grabbing the required cups for water, you were aware of the glances that Niki would steal whenever you both brush past each other to make your way around the kitchen. He also helped you carry the plates when he saw you struggling, you would feel tingles all over your body when his hands brushed against yours, tips of the ears going red. He cleared his throat as to come out of the daze you had unintentionally put him in. 

While eating, you both sat opposite to each other. It just happened to be that you were opposite to each other and Niki couldn’t help but feel giddy about the littlest interaction you had. 

"So, how was your finals? I assume everyone did well," Zuha's mother squints her eyes at Niki as she says so, breaking the the silence that had erupted in the room. The tiny, soft chuckle that escapes your lips causes Niki's face of suspicion to turn soft at the sight of you. 

“I did them very well,” Zuha answers, “I’m sure that I’ll get a good score this time.” Her mother let out a proud smile at her words before turning to you, “well, how did you do Y/n?” You stop midway of a bite before smiling sheepishly, “I did pretty good Mrs. Nishimura. I expect a good score as well,” she smiles softly before patting your head and turning to the boys to ask them.

. . .

You being you, help niki out with the dishes as his mother said doing the dishes after dinner is Niki’s job. He lets me lay off and take an early rest. Who knew Niki is such a good son? You are aware that you don’t interact with him often but when you do, your heart flutters at how respectful and nice he is. Despite all the good things, Niki can also seem to naughty and mischevious. You had occasionally witnessed him getting in small trouble around campus, you couldn’t help but think how silly and cute of a person he is.

Ever since last summer, when you had visited Zuha’s house often, you would often go to her house with the desire to talk to Niki (but also hang out with Zuha ofc!). After this summer, the way he had changed— glowed up for that matter —only made your infatuation for him grow into a full blown out crush. You were too scared to talk to him considering he is a year older and he kind of intimidated you, but now you have become more mature and gave yourself a word that you would talk to him before it’s too late. 

"so, any plans for summer?" You break the silence that has taken over the room.

Niki was drying his hands after washing them after cleaning the last utensil of the night, "um, not really. I do plan casual plans like going to the mall or the movies with boys but nothing big you know?"

"yeah I get it." You nod.

"What about you?" He moves closer to you. way too close. "What are your plans for the summer?"

"Uhm well," you mentally sigh, eyes closing at your stammer, "I am going to Busan to visit my grandparents in a month so, I guess that's fun."

"have fun y/n," He moves even closer, trapping you between the counter and himself "are you by any chance, free tomorrow?" You have no idea why he's acting like this. Since when did he get flirty? You’re glad that it's only you both in the space of the kitchen right now. Zuha and Jungwon are up in Niki's room watching a movie, on a projector screen that Niki had recently purchased. 

"Uhm yeah, it's summer so I’m free," the way your voice was low and soft. Like it was some sort of sweet melody that Niki could listen to for a lifetime. your eyes look into his when you hear a low chuckle emerge on his side. 

"Alright then, will you, Y/n who I've liked forever since middle school, go out with me?"

A big smile makes its way to your lips, he notices the way your eyes sparkle, you nod softly before the gesture becomes more prominent. This causes Niki to smile, "wait, really?"

"yes." 

And that's all you say before subtly placing your hand on his shoulder, going on your tippy toes to give him a kiss. The kiss however is short-lived, purposely so you can make him want for more. And he's definitely wanting more. But, he doesn't get any, furrowing his brows he opens his eyes to see you smiling giddy-ly before slapping him lightly on the chest and escaping from his hold. 

And Niki just stands there, a low chuckle eliciting, thinking how he was not too late.

a/n | thank you sm for reading!! again, reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!! And I'll see you in the next one!

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[jerzwriter]

I got this ask a while back, and I thought this was the perfect week to get it done! For @siennatrinhappreciationweek Day 2 - Baking.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Sienna Trinh, Aurora Emery, Casey MacTavish Rating: General Words: 662 Summary: Being a medical resident is hard, but it helps to have a good friend and some good treats to get through.

Casey wiped her hand across her brow, unknowingly leaving a thin streak of batter behind. “Sienna, are you sure we need this much chocolate?” she asked, eyeing the mountain of chopped chocolate sitting atop the counter.

Sienna placed her hand across her heart, gasping in mock horror. “Bite your tongue! There is no such thing as too much chocolate! Wow, you think you know a person!”

“Hey, I appreciate chocolate,” Casey assured. “But that’s... a lot!”

“Why do you think my brownies are so good?” Sienna asked. She leaned closer to whisper. “This is my secret to making them super fudgy. You’re the only other person I’ve ever told, and this stays between us!”  

“I’ll take it to the grave,” Casey winked. “And I trust you. You are the expert, after all!” She grabbed a piece of chocolate from the pile and shoved it in her mouth, but Sienna slapped her hand away when she tried to get another.

“Hey! Is this why you’re advocating for less chocolate!”

“Giwty!” Casey mumbled with her mouth full.

Aurora stepped into the kitchen, shaking her head at the scene she took in. “Sienna! I told you letting Casey in the kitchen isn’t the best idea.”

“I can bake," Casey insisted. "It’s real food I have a problem with!”  

“Are you saying chocolate isn’t real food,” Aurora glared as she stole a piece.

“Hey!” Sienna scowled, but Aurora looked her friend in the eyes as she took yet another.

“This is great chocolate!”

“And we might make great brownies!” Sienna scolded. “If you two stop eating the best ingredient!”

She leaned over to check Casey’s progress. “Looking good. Now, slowly add the eggs one at a time.”

As Casey followed Sienna’s instructions, she couldn’t help but be envious of her friend’s skills in the kitchen. “How do you make everything look so effortless?” she asked. “I can barely boil water without setting off the fire alarm.”

“We know,” Aurora winked. But Sienna beamed with pride.

“It just takes practice and a lot of trial and error. I wasn’t always this good, and you’ll get there, too. Besides, the best part about baking is that even the mistakes usually taste pretty good.”

“I hope you’re right,” Casey said, folding the chocolate into the batter. “Because these are beginning to look amazing.”

Sienna nodded with approval. “You’re doing great. Now, let’s pour this into the baking pan because the oven is ready!”

“This is a nice change of pace from the hospital,” Casey sighed. “It feels good to actually relax for a little bit.”

Sienna glanced at her friend, her expression softening. “Good! We both need that! Baking can be like therapy – I consider it self-care.”

“And the rest of us consider eating your baked goods self-care,” Aurora beamed.

“See, so it works all around!” Casey smiled. “Thanks for doing this with me, Si. I know it’s a busy week for you; I appreciate you taking the time for me.”

Sienna waved a hand dismissively. “Anytime. Baking is always more fun with a friend.”

The kitchen began to fill with a rich, chocolatey aroma, and when the alarm went off, they could hardly wait to dig in.

“Not so fast!” Sienna ordered. “We have to let them cool first!”

Casey nudged Sienna’s shoulder. “This is why I need you.”

Shortly after, Sienna poured two big glasses of milk as Casey dug in, her eyes widening. “Sienna, these are delicious!”

“Told you. You did great, Casey!"

Casey smiled, feeling a warm sense of accomplishment. “Maybe with a few more lessons, I’ll be as good as you.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Sienna chuckled. “But I have no doubt; we’ll make a baker out of you yet.”

They spent the rest of their day off together, enjoying their brownies and each other’s company; the stress of their residencies just melted away, and Sienna and Casey knew two things: the brownies were delightfully sweet, but nothing was sweeter than the friendship they shared.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

[n-agiz]

LOVERㅤ boyfriend! gojo satoru x fem! reader — fluff [ 0.6k+ wc ] cws none ! MDNI

ㅤbeing gojo's lover was like a dream come true, the idea of loving him for the rest of your life one you hoped would come true.

being able to call gojo satoru yours felt like something out of a dream.

satoru was sweet, full of little quirks and habits that made you only love him more each day, and that made you want to be able to love him for the rest of your days.

he was always smiling, always a beam of light in your darkest days, and always there to pull you up when you had been pushed down. he never failed to hold out a hand for you, to show you that even if everything was bad at that moment, things would eventually start going well again.

he could be childish at times, a little tease that loved to get a reaction out of you — but you also loved that side of him just as much, having learned to appreciate how he tried to not take anything too seriously, how he wanted to live life as much at ease as possible.

he was the clingiest person you had ever met, always wanting to be near you, to be touching you, to have you next to him. he loved kissing your forehead, pecking your cheek, pulling you into tight hugs, and coming up with just about any excuse that would make it so he could be feeling your warmness under his fingertips.

he loved giving you gifts, definitely more of a giver than a receiver in that aspect. he always put a lot of thought into what he bought you, wanting everything from the little trinkets he clumsily wrapped up and hid away for you to find and the bigger purchases that always made you slap him for spending such an amount to be something you would cherish deeply, and he always hit the mark somehow.

he adored coming up with new pet names for you, adored seeing your reaction when he called you a new one. 'love', 'baby', and 'angel' were the more common ones, but at moments he would make up sillier ones like 'my cup of warm milk' or 'my sweet bunny pie' and you were never sure what they were exactly supposed to mean, but coming up with them made satoru smile, so you went along with it for his sake.

he always made sure to share with you, be it what had happened through his days, or the sweets he sometimes came home carrying. he liked taking you through his older memories, telling stories from the part of his life you didn't occupy in an effort to make you both realize how much he needed you and why he was the way he was. he also loved hearing yours, wanting to know every little thing about you, the good and the bad.

but most of all, gojo satoru loved being your lover — loved the little things like getting to wake up next to you every morning, sharing breakfast with you, getting ready with you, kissing you goodbye before you both head to work and the immediate anticipation that settled in the second you were apart for the moment you would be together again at the end of the day. he also loved all the other parts like giving you flowers and heart-shaped chocolates in a box tied in a pretty pink bow, going to the grocery with you and picking up ingredients for a romantic night in where you would (attempt) to cook together, and even the simpler moments like sitting in a bench in a park holding hands and sharing an ice cream.

he loved loving you, and he hoped you loved loving him just as much, because when he decided to take the next big step and started to kneel down in front of you with tiny velvety box between his fingers, he swore his heart had never raced as fast as in that moment, every memory of you rushing through his mind before he said those four magic words.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

[mikeandikeschmidt]

FNAFMovie!Incorrect Quotes: Part Four

WILLIAM, as Steve Raglan: You're clearly not listening. I can say whatever I want, can't I?

MIKE, half asleep: Tell me about it.

WILLIAM: I murdered another kid last night.

MIKE: I feel you.

WILLIAM: Now I have the taste of blood, I can't stop killing.

MIKE, yawning: Been there

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MIKE: If I seem intense, that's for one reason and one reason only, okay? I don't wanna be here and I'm really sad.

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VANESSA: Why is Barbie's the Nutcracker the only good film adaptation of the ballet that has ever been made?

MIKE, who’s been around Abby too long: Because Barbie movies slap, next question.

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WILLIAM: it's time for you to die.

ABBY: One sec, let me ask my brother

WILLIAM: It's not a choi--

ABBY: Mike said no.

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MIKE: I did what I could, you know, while I was also trying not to bleed to death.

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WILLIAM: I will ruin your happiness, no matter the cost!

MIKE: My happiness?

MIKE, turning to Vanessa: I'm happy?

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ABBY: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

ABBY: *punches wall*

ABBY:

ABBY: Take me to the hospital.

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MIKE: Well, well, well. If it isn’t my old friend...the dawning realization that I messed up bad.

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MRS. AFTON: Hey, it's your turn to wash dishes.

WILLIAM: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD

MRS. AFTON: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes. Also, use soap this time?

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WILLIAM, a career counselor: Look, I would like to give you moral advice, but I have very questionable morals.

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MIKE: You're my little sister and the most important thing in the world to me. I would do anything for you.

ABBY: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

MIKE: Absolutely not.

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MIKE: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm ticked off

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MIKE: You saved me. I owe you my life.

VANESSA: No, thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

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WILLIAM, first interviewing Mike: You look familiar. Have I killed one of your loved ones before?

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MIKE: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you

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MIKE: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

WILLIAM: You mean literally or figuratively?

MIKE: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

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WILLIAM: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.

WILLIAM: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'Someone has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

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VANESSA: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

MIKE: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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MIKE: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person. And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

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ABBY: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

MIKE:

MIKE: Abby, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

ABBY: *Sips chocolate milk from bowl*

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MIKE: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

(This can apply to both the movie and the game)

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VANESSA: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

MIKE, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

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MIKE: Okay, maybe playing, "Whose family is more dysfunctional" was a bad idea. Vanessa's sobbing in the bathroom now. We can't get her out.

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MIKE: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so let's go for 12 more just incase.

VANESSA: Mike, that's a coma.

MIKE: Sounds festive.

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VANESSA: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

MIKE: How can you still say that?

VANESSA: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

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WILLIAM: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

VANESSA: Twelve, actually.

WILLIAM: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really, whose fault is that?

VANESSA: Yours!

WILLIAM: That's right: no one's.

***

[Mike is the only one raising Abby after his dad’s depressed and his mom lost it]

MIKE: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Mike’s Dad: You're, like, 15 years old

MIKE: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

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WILLIAM, sitting with his back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Michael

MIKE: How did you do that without turning around?

WILLIAM: ...To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

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[The career counselor scene]

MIKE, explaining why he's gone through so many jobs: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

WILLIAM: Mike, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're stupid

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MIKE, banging on the door: Vanessa! Open up!

VANESSA: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

MIKE: No, I meant--

ABBY: Let her finish.

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[thealtofvalleyxdoodles]

︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿╤─ †å§k £ðr¢ê 1-4-1 H¢§- - - - - - - -ˎˊ-

Just some dumb thoughts

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡ E̳n̳j̳o̳y̳ ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡

-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 "𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖔 0-6" 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖊 ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

Price likes to swallow chewing gum. I mean-LOOK AT THE FUCKER. HE SWALLOWS GUM-CHANGE MY MIND. Price also likes to drink whiskey out of a tea cup-Kate just stares at him and says "John-how are you Drunk off of Tea???" and he's all "Fuck off, Mum! I ain't three no mo' Woman!"

Price has gone to a pride parade with Kate-she was in the parade bc some homophobic dude at her wife's job was trash talking her. John went as morel support (And ended up in a conga line--)

Price's famous pick-up line with the ladies is "Are ye chocolate milk? Because you make my day batter" (Yes he says Batter.)

My mans will just S T A R E at people when he's deep in thought. Like-he'll zone out and then it's just

and it's lowkey kind like-"Cap? What the fuck?"

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*୨୧ ┈┈┈┈┈ S̶i̶m̶o̶n̶ "G̶h̶o̶s̶t̶" R̶i̶l̶e̶y̶ ┈┈┈┈┈ ୨୧*

Simon wakes up every. single. night. at three am. THREE AM. Poor bby :,(

this man will randomly be reminded of something-wether it be his father or, or walking past the old park he used to play at after school as a kid, somthing else-and he'll get the urge to cry. And he'll get so spaced out John has to shake him roughly-one time he had to slap him--

Simon really really REALLY hates the smell of COOKIES. But he loves eating them???? Wtf bro-

the only thing he can cook is instant noodles. thats it. your dream cook can only cook noodles. i woke u up, your welcome.

Ghost once caught Soap tryna sneak in a few....odd pics...of him...for "Art like things, Lt!" (Like Soap can draw-Ha! He draws so much foikin' battar.)

this man can sing-and he sound like he's native to the US when he does--

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(I love this little gif of him bc he looks like he's just like "Yes ma'am-no maiming. understood" HE'S SO CUTE I CANT WSDNIGIGHNIEQG)

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ j̤̈ö̤ḧ̤n̤̈n̤̈ÿ̤ "s̤̈ö̤ä̤p̤̈" Mä̤c̤̈ẗ̤ä̤v̤̈ï̤s̤̈ḧ̤ ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

MF LIKES CHEESE BY ITSELF. im sorry-i had to say it. he does.

He-i cant even fathom how i think this-he can bake. and he's GOOD at it. Like, "Why tha fack whould ya go ta tha cheesecake fac'ory?? I can make betta shite!?" (I love him so much dfgsdinfgof8)

He draw better than Simon-Simon just has a big ego with his artwork and won't admit Johnny draws better--

Johnny (Cannonly) speaks better spanish than Graves. (LIKE HOW THE FUCK DOES A US BITCH SPEAK SPANISH SO BADDDD UGH-anyways this is bout babyboy here)

his first word nearly killed his Roman Catholic mother, "War! War! Ha ha! Warrrr!" (The poor woman, RIP)

His second word was no better. "Gay!"

how'd he learn these words?? ...His uncles. (Dad's side)

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☆★☆★→ Kͦyͦlͦeͦ "Gͦaͦzͦ" Gͦaͦrͦrͦiͦcͦkͦ ←☆★☆★

So like-idk why but when i first saw this man i was like: "...yeah-he vapes."

also-WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HOLD THE LIGHTER WITH TWO HANDS????

anyways-he likes to snuggle with a little stuffie from when he was a kid-it's a small pink bunny too. it's missing an ear and he had to re-sew a foot on with a spare sock but other than that, it's still lookin pretty good.

"Hey-John? ...Why the fuck are you staring at me like that, Sir??"

(See Johnathan "Bravo-06" Price)

I headcannon that he has like-three older cousins he talks to whenever he can-like-he sends them a text at least every day

i also think he has a big family.

and that he is the ONLY BRITISH MAN that can cook-like he and Kate?? god-DAYUM. They are a STORM in the kitchen.

Im sorry-but this man will only call you "Love" and "Mamas"-nothing else. Change my mind-I dare you. (If he's tired it'll be a small "Hunnybun")--

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( ノ・・)ノ g̤̈ä̤r̤̈ÿ̤ "r̤̈ö̤ä̤c̤̈ḧ̤" s̤̈ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ë̤r̤̈s̤̈ö̤n̤̈ ( /・・)ノ

Baby boy is ALWAYS FORGOTTEN SO-FUCK ALL OF YOU, IM TAKING MY SON AND LEAVING

My baby boy LOVES to watch 90's cartoons on his phones after missions. Like all anyone will hear from his room is, "Oh ThE tHiNgS i Do FoR lOvE!!" (If you dont know what show this is from, your too young to be on my page)

He used to get called "Gar-bear" by his mom bc he used to watch so much spongebob as a kid.

He ADORESSS the homemade food from his teamates-even if it's just Simon's instant noodles. </3 he is everything to me, omg

He can speak English, Spanish, German, French, and ASL. (American sign language)

When he's really pissed off he'll say the one curse word he knows in Slovak. ("Kurva!" it means fuck-dont ask how i know that...)

He has a small ant farm at home. He has a few other friends (not from work ofc) look after them when hes gone <3

Secretly really good at arts and crafts-he makes his own jewelry for himself and Gaz-bc Gaz is the ONLY ONE who remembers he's alive half the time.

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✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ Kå†ê "W冢hêr-1" Lå§wêll ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Laswell-ooOOOoOO! Laswell-this woman rivals gordon ramsey in the kitchen.

Best chiken pot pie you've ever tasted-ever.

She makes homemade coffee for the task force. and it's Good.

She favors blackberry crumble-her wife makes it. You can NOT tell me otherwise.

advid user of "Honey", "Darling", and "Dear" for people she likes-minus, minus John. Minus John....minus John....

and by people she likes i mean people she thinks of as HER kids.

anybody tryna mess wit ghost, soap, gaz, or roach??? just a simple "Las-" and mama's coming out to fucking MURDER.

thems is her BOIS, ok?? ok.

Price once called her mama bear-and she was like, "Yes i am, so what? How's that affect your day, Price?"

she's scarily good at throwing her slippers at things-once soap asked her to hit the clock-and she did-dead center. im talking where the teeny tiny little bolt that keeps the hands in place.

i could rant all day long about mommy Kate tbh-

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and thats it. i might make more-depends.

thanks for reading!!

———๑•̀ᴗ•̀) ʋ ǟ ʟ <3 (•̀ᴗ•̀๑———

[serendihoope]

Something About You|JJK FF(1)

★Summary:"Please help me"

Y/ N is a college girl. Her life is full of bubbles.But with whom she fall in love?Does she aware about her lover's dual side?

★Genre:Mafia,smut,vio!lance, romance,Mature,idol au,fake personality,Age-Gap

★Warning:Its totally a fiction. Dont take it seriously. This work is based on author's imagination.

20 minutes later,I reached to the cafe and booked a table beside a large window that will help me to look at the outside things. There is a park beside the cafe.Little children enjoying their life at fullest and their parebts are looking at them lovingly,happily.I sighed.I wish my parents are like them.It's not that my parents dont love me but I personally dont feel that the love is real.Maybe they are run out of love?Sometimes I think they love my dead older brother more.Well,I had a older brother who was 4 years older than me.A bike accident lead him to his death when I was 14 years old.I am not jealous of him nor i dont love him.. Its like he had taken all love from my parents. After his death,my parents somehow became cold towards me and also we really dont talk with each other.Just good morning, good bye,how are you and nothing more..I was deep in my thought that I have not realized a tear rolled down from my cheek.I quickly wiped it and see that Yeji my dearest bestie is coming towards me. We hugged each other and we ordered our favourite boba tea.We were chit-chatting but suddenly my phone starts to buzz.I take out my phone from my hello kitty hand bag."What is it bro?"Yeji asked. I excitedly showed my phone towards her and she gasps."Jungkook is holding a fan meeting and it’s o-o-ffline!!??"I nodded my head. "Bro!we should apply for the fanmeeting to get a invitation cardd..Oh my goodness,we will be able to see the most handsome person Jeon Jungkook with our bare eyes!!!???" I slapped her hand playfully,"We haven’t apply for the invitation..just stop it your dramatic ass"."Then,we should apply for the invitation."we said it together and laughed.Lol,that's called telepathy. But suddenly something clicked in my head, "I dont have enough money for the fan meeting " I sadly beamed."You stupid, Don't be sad.You have me nah!I will pay for you"."Really?"Yeji nodded and flipped her hair dramatically. I laughed at her behaviour and I satrted to fill-up the forms and fulfilled their all formalities. We talked a while then we bade each other bye.We just have to wait for the approval of going to the fan meeting.Please Almighty just help us to approve it.

I came home and see the house is empty as expected my parents have gone to their respective offices.I went to the kitchen and grabbed my chocolate milk and see a sticky note is hanging on the fridge note holder.You sighed because your parents have gone to Busan for work purpose and they will come back after two weeks.Maybe they are obsessed with sticky notes, they dont care to tell me face to face.Well,why am i complaining?!

I was doing some works and suddenly my phone buzzes and what i see make me jump in excitement.Oh my goodnesss!!!!I get the invitation cardddddddd and yes yeji also get it.I have to call yeji. She will be super happy.

At Fansign Event

I am wearing a floral frock dress.There are so many armies,some of them came from another country to attend this fansign.Jungkook have come and he also have sang some of his album's songs and its really ethereal.

My turn have come to talk with Jungkook.I am feeling so much nervousness. I went infront of Jungkook and the way he smiled at me make me blush so hard.We talked for a while and he was holding my hand.Pure Euphoria. I give him his gift and bid him goodbye.I am gonna miss him.

But who knows that Y/N is going to meet Jungkook again but not in normal state but in HELPLESS state.

Y/N Pov:

 

I am heading to my home and an alley come infront of me.I really dont know about this alley but it is getting late and I have to go home.So i started walking in the alley.Suddenly a cold hand hold my wrist.I looked at the person and a shiver ran into my spine.

"Hey Babygirl,where are you going alone.Come with us,we will drop you"

The thug smirked. I started to crying.This cant be happen. Who the fuck they are!

"Leave me.I SAID LEAVE ME!"

"Awww,Babygirl get so much audacity.Hey!come here, lift her.We get our dinner."

"Yes boss".

When they come infront me.I pushed them with my all strength and started to running but they throw a middle size brick towards my head and I fell down in the road.

I started to crying more and more.One of them slapped me so hard,teared my dress sleeve. I was struggling. Suddenly my hand came contact with sand.I Quickly gathered so many sand and throw them into their eyes.

Again,I started to running.My eyes started to get blurry,my head was spinning but suddenly i came infront of a car.I fell down on the road so hardly.

Jungkook PoV:

" Anthony,did you talk with the inferno mafias?who were asking for the gu--

"What the hell Nico!?why did you stopped the car so hardly!??"

"Boss,there is a g-g-girl--

" Oh shit!Did you bump into her?

"No boss"

I get down from the car and come infront of the girl.What I heared made my eyes widen.

"Please help me "

A/N:Finally,the 1st chap of something about you is done.Please show your love and thanks for showing love to drooling 💗,the twist of something about you will start from the chap-2 and there will be another oneshot that i am working in.I will try to update it early.Thank you and Love you peps💗

[alltoowelltom]

hot chocolate

dad!tom x reader

based off this request

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"You guys grab us a table and I'll order?" you suggest to Tom who nods and scoops Miles out or your arms. The two of them settle in a small booth hidden away in the corner near a window.

As you approach with a coffee, a tea and a small, very milky hot chocolate your heart squeezes at the sight of Tom with his son standing in his lap, both pulling faces at the poor passersby on the street.

"Stop terrorizing those people," you scold playfully as you place the cups down on the table and slide in across from your boys. "It's not very festive for the season."

Tom nods in playful apology.

"Thanks for the tea, love." He frowns, re-counting the cups on the table. "Is this one for Miles?"

"Yeah, I thought he might like his first taste of hot chocolate. Plus I didn't want him to freeze in this weather."

"Are you sure he's old enough? I don't want him to burn his tongue." Tom worries. "And it's very sugary, isn't it?"

"I asked them to make it with milk, and we'll just brush his teeth as soon as we get home." You say, picking up the teaspoon that came with Tom's tea and stirring Miles' hot chocolate to cool it down. You test one spoonful yourself and satisfied it's not too hot anymore you slide it across the table, catching Miles' attention.

"Do you want to try it, baby?" you ask.

He blinks at it, unsure until he notices how similar it looks to his dad's drink. Smart boy.

He nods, scooting as close to the table as he can in Tom's grip. You scoop up another spoonful, holding it out and tipping it into Miles' mouth. He smiles immediately at the taste, droplets spilling out. Tom uses the edge of his own T-shirt to wipe his son's face neatly.

"Is it good, mate?" He asks, chuckling along with you as Miles nods, slapping his tiny hands on the table happily and opening his mouth for another taste.

"I told you he'd love it," you laugh, spooning more into his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah." Tom rolls his eyes, creases at the corners giving him away. "You're queen of the universe, you know everything, we should all listen to you always."

"Precisely." you smile, bringing the spoon to Miles' mouth again. He coughs, startling you and Tom as he splutters.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you both lean in, worry creasing your features.

Miles sticks his tongue out, scrunching up his face.

"Oh shit," you laugh. "I accidentally gave Miles his first taste of coffee."

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ty for reading! please consider reblogging, it really helps a writer out <3

[imagine-knb]

In the spirit of Valentine's, how about GoM+Kagami+Himuro+Takao trying to make handmade chocolates to confess to their crush because their crush mentioned that was their most preferred way of receiving a confession?

Kuroko: He may or may not have snuck into Kagami's house while the other male was making chocolates to learn a thing or two from him. That being said, his own homemade chocolates are not that bad. He manages to make small, bite sized pieces of milk chocolate that melt in your mouth. And your hand and your pocket and your containers and... well, they can't seem to hold their shape at all.

Kagami: He's always been great at cooking, so chocolate making didn't seem that far off for him. He's able to make decent looking little chocolate truffles, but his presentation for them is absolutely lacking. Stuffed into a tupperware container with a sticky note slapped on top, he shakily hands it to you the next day in hopes that the flavor of the chocolate would speak more than his decorating skills.

Kise: He spends such a long time making sure that the chocolates he makes look aesthetically pleasing, that he forgets to actually make sure that they taste as good as well. He manages to make the cutest little truffles, each one decoratively painted with edible shimmer that make them look so delectable, but the second you pop one into your mouth, you're met with the most awful, bitter taste of burned candy.

Aomine: He had never been good at making sweets. The only thing he was sure of was that he could not, under any circumstances, follow any of Momoi's advice unless he wanted to accidentally poison you. He ends up going the easy route and finds those ready-made candy melts that he can just microwave and put into molds, but even that gets a little messed up when he winds up breaking half of them.

Midorima: Prior to his planned confession, he spent weeks watching video after video, tutorial after tutorial, just to learn the best method for chocolate making. The whole process ends up being harder than he initially thought, but the end result are halfway decent sweets that he seems proud to present to you. He even goes to slightly extra mile by finding a decorative bag to store them in.

Takao: The process of making chocolates is a complete mess. He doesn't know how to cook and even less so does he know how to create sweets. He ends up burning a lot of them, but doesn't want to waste the ones he's made already, so he eats them himself. Ends up getting violently sick from eating all the burnt chocolate and he looks physically ill when he hands you the measly good ones he's managed.

Murasakibara: He's always been good at making sweets and confectionaries, as it's a particular interest of his, so making the chocolates for Valentine's Day was never the problem. However, actually handing them over to you for a confession? He seems hesitant, not because he doesn't want you to have them, but because he's unsure how to do so without it being awkward.

Himuro: He's a bit stubborn when it comes to asking for help from people he knows are better at chocolate making, so he decides instead to follow a video step by step. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't have all the necessary equipment used in the video, so he spends a lot of time improvising. The chocolates end up actually coming out decent, but he's disappointed that they're not perfect.

Akashi: Chocolate making may be something he's not actually good at, as the kitchen is a disaster by the time he's through making the sweets. There's a cook standing with him in the kitchen, offering him pieces of advice, but he is constantly shutting them down and insistent that he can do it on his own. He brings the chocolates to his room that night so the chef can't switch them out for other ones.

[swe3tcoffe3]

Mother's Day (A Deltarune Fanfiction)

(AO3 Version for those who want it)

Kris sprang out of bed, fumbling their way towards that infernal piercing shrill and, as fast as their clumsy morning-self could, switched off their alarm. Usually they would love to just spend the rest of their day rotting under the covers, but today was special. They couldn’t afford to do that, not on Mother’s Day. Stretching their back a little, they threw off their pyjamas and slipped into their clothes. They had quite the lengthy task ahead of them, but that was precisely why they had planned ahead for this.

After successfully creeping down the stairs and to the kitchen, they took everything they needed, tins, bowls, flour, cocoa powder, chocolate, cream; all the things required to bake that cake. They were good on time, for now anyway, but they could be faster. They only had about an hour and a half until Toriel would awake, and the last thing they wanted was to be caught in the middle of preparing their surprise.

They smiled to themself. Their mom loved chocolate, and a chocolate cake? That was basically the same, but better. They had to stifle a squeal before getting to work.

The beginning was… rough to say the least. They accidentally dumped in too much flour, so they had to compensate by using extra milk and eggs. It didn’t get much better, as they almost spilled the batter when pouring it into the tins and accidentally got their hand caught in the oven while trying to slide them in, causing them to suppress a yelp. 

Making the buttercream was easier thankfully, Kris could do that very well. It was merely a matter of whisking the butter, sugar and cocoa powder together into a luscious silky paste. It took nearly all their willpower to not dunk a hand in and scrape it into their mouth. The cream was purely decorative; the amounts had all been carefully measured (for the most part anyway). There would only be enough to go on the cake, and that was it. It was Toriel’s, not theirs. They drilled that into their skull as they placed it to the side for the time being.

Taking a break to wipe the sweat off their face, they bent down to take the cakes out, only to whelp in pain as they accidentally touched the hot metal. They sucked on their burns, muttering to themself as they sprayed and bandaged them. Not good, this was so not turning out good. But there was only one last thing to do, something that Kris was more than grateful for. Decorate the cake.

That did not go well.

Kris was cringing throughout the entire process, awkwardly trying to balance the overstuffed piping bag using their two hands. How did Toriel even manage to do this for their birthdays?

“Trust the process” they told themself, but the process wasn’t exactly processing. It was as if mountains of cream had been carelessly slapped all over the thing, nothing like how they had wanted it to look. Next time, they should probably leave the cake-baking to Ralsei.But they had to think about the present now. 

They paced back and forth, trying to come up with a way to fix this. Maybe they could add sprinkles? No, adding more stuff would just make it even more cluttered and messy. Hm. How about a card? Yes, a card might work! Hurrying to the store room, they grabbed a piece of card, and upon folding it hurriedly scribbled a note inside.

“Dear Mom,

I could never really string together enough words to describe how happy I am to call you that. You’re just so amazing and kind and special and have done so much for me and I could never repay you for it all. But, I hope you will at least accept the chocolate cake?

Lots of love, your child Kris”

They sucked on the pen for a bit, before quickly doodling a few hearts on the front and drawing Toriel’s smile. Her smile was just that infectious, they could already feel their own growing looking at it. A quick hug later and they placed it by the cake, taking a few step backs to admire their handiwork. Better. Much better. It was amazing how much difference a perfectly placed card could make.

A shuffling almost made Kris jump out of their own skin. Impossible! They had planned it all perfectly! They should have had at least 10 minutes to sneak back into bed before Toriel would wake up. Almost falling flat on their face, they rushed to see what was going on.

“Mom? Are you okay? What happened?”

“Oh dear, oh dearie me. I’m going to be late!”

“Late? For what?” Kris asked, trying to help their Mom into her coat. Toriel didn’t seem to notice however as she was busy trying to fit her feet into some unusually fancy shoes.

“Oh, I am so sorry honey, I should have told you sooner! Dearie me, it completely slipped my mind, if Asriel had not texted me today I would have completely forgotten!”

Kris felt a lump form in their throat.

“A-Azzy? What? What’s he…?”

“He’s taking me out for a trip! And I should be having dinner with that lovely shopkeeper this evening too! I simply cannot wait!” Toriel smiled from ear to ear, but for the first time in their life Kris simply could not bring themself to smile alongside her.

“What’s Asriel going to do with you?” They tried to play it cool, seeming as impassive as possible.

“He insisted it be a surprise,” she ruffled through her handbag, stuffing a few tissues and her purse inside, “but from what I can gather he has saved a lot of money for this outing. I hope he doesn’t spoil me too much.” She chuckled.

“Mom, wait, don’t you want to-?”

“I’m sorry my child, but I’m terribly late as is, you can manage by yourself right?” Kris nodded. “Wonderful! I’m trusting you here, do take care of yourself! And no funny business!” and with that she practically ran into the car and sped out of the driveway.

They took as many deep breaths as they could. Trying to sit on the couch to cool down. But they just couldn’t. Asriel? Day-out? And he didn’t even tell them? Their brother knew they got nervous when it came to planning stuff for Toriel, why didn’t he let them know? It was to show-off, wasn’t it? He knew Kris could never come up with anything special, so of course he’d take this chance. 

Asriel, the golden child. The perfect boy. The one who could do no wrong, the monster who could turn mud to gold, a honey-tongued angel prized by the entire town. That was what Kris had to compete with, every single day. No matter what they tried, no matter what they did they could never escape the shadows cast by that brilliant light of his. They bit their tongue, balling their fists and trying so hard to steady their shaking breaths.

Before they were even aware, they found were on their feet, trying to hold themself together with whatever remaining strength they had, but that rage was bubbling up inside them, and try as they might they just couldn’t stop it from bursting out.

And burst out it did, as they felt their fist connect with the wall, and push straight through it. A crunch resounded, and the rage that once held them so tightly fizzled away almost immediately, as the 

They had just made a hole. In their mother’s home. On Mother’s Day.

Of all the days to damage the house, it just had to be today. They gulped, taking a moment to collect themselves. They could fix this, they knew they could. They just needed to get some plaster and some paint. But where did Toriel keep those? The supply closet! Of course, of course, it had to be there!

At least, that was what they thought. Try as they might, no amount of digging through the stacks upon stacks of cupboards and drawers could help them find anything other than a can of paint. Their keen red eyes scanned every nook and cranny, but still; no plaster. Shaking, Kris began chewing away at their nails. It was okay, they could just find another way! It was simple, and shouldn’t take too much time.

Fumbling for their phone, they rushed out the front door and sent a call. They would need a backup for what they were about to do, and who better to ask for one than the resident mean girl herself?

“Yo Suz? I need a favour.”

“Don’t you owe me like five of them now, shithead?”

“Wow, is that anyway to talk to someone who’s saved your ass like twice, worm-for-brains?”

“Always that same line, dammit.” Their phone could just barely pick up a chuckle from the other end. “Whaddya need?”

“I need you to phone Toriel with a cover story if anything unexpected happens today. I have stuff to do, really important stuff. Can you do that?”

“Can I? Please, it’ll be a piece of cake. Damn. Cake… I’m gonna go visit Ralsei first, but rest easy Kris! You can count on me!” Susie hung up, and Kris had to suppress a laugh. Oh, Susie. They hoped she never changed.

But what they wished would change was the pain in their legs. They heaved, huffed and puffed as they sat down and tried to rest a little. They hated running, but the shop was pretty far and they needed to do everything as fast as possible. They had to be fast, or else Toriel might come home, and see, and then she’d just be even more disappointed in Kris and then she’d be upset and yell and then Kris would… well they’d never be able to live that down would they? Maybe any other day they’d be able to deal with it and move past that, but not today.

But an opportunity had struck, and it was gleaming in front of them in the form of Noelle. Well, Noelle and her bike. She had left it leaning against the side of a bush, humming softly to herself, which had given Kris an idea.

I mean, it’s not like Noelle was using it for anything important right? Surely she could do without a bike for… twenty or thirty minutes max?

“OH! Gee Kris, didn’t notice you were here! How’ve you- wait what are you- KRIS!” But Kris had already plucked the bike out of the bushes and had jumped onto the seat.

“Sorry Noelle, but I need it more than you!” They stuck their tongue out and waved. “You’ll get it back in a bit I promise!”

“KRISTOPHER BARTHOLOMEW DREEMURR WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU-”

It was rather smooth sailing after this point for Kris. They had gotten into a good pace, and the bike was pretty cool, quick even! And quick was good! The faster they could get to the shop, the earlier they could get home and solve their problem.

At least that was the plan until they noticed a familiar shock of blue feathers. There could only be one person such a well-kempt plumage could belong to. Him. Their arch-rival, and perhaps sometimes-friend Berdly. An image flashed of that infuriating mocking bluebird, talking about all that grade-nonsense. Maybe, they could spare perhaps just a few seconds to get back at him. Only a few.

They rolled up their sleeves, and cycling by as fast as they could, whacked him on the head, sending piles of his books spiralling into the air as he landed with a squawk on his back. Totally worth it.

“YOU’LL RUE THIS DAY, DREEMURR! MARK MY WORDS!” but Kris didn’t care. They were already far out of his reach by the time he’d gotten back on his feet. As if! Kris was sure everything would be fine. They were already near the store now. All they had to do was quickly go inside, get the plaster, rush back home, fix the wall, paint it, and it’d be all over! Problem solved, and Mom would be none the wiser.

Being extra careful while parking the bike (as it wasn’t theirs, after all), they hopped off and burst through the door, panting a little.

“Hello? Hello, I need help!”

“calm down there, don’t wanna wake up the dead now do we?” the shopkeeper chuckled.

“Fine, just, please! I need plaster! One that dries quick!”

“plaster? well we have all kinds of plaster here! lime plaster, quick-dry plaster, cement plaster…”

“gaster plasters.”

“Just give me the damn quick-dry one! It’s an emergency!”

“sure, sure! geez, kids these days, always in a hurry.” the shopkeeper scratched his head, rummaging through the shelves and skimming through the labels, before finally shoving his whole arm into the depths and pulling out a tub of something.

“this’ll do the trick! that’ll be 200G!”

“...Two hundred?” Kris gulped. A mad thought possessed them for a moment. A sudden urge to just jump at the shopkeeper, wrestle the tub out of his hands and run. But he had some kind of look in his eye, something that sent a shiver down Kris’ spine. And anyway, even if he wasn’t looking like that, I mean how could they? He seemed pretty old, you can’t just beat up an old guy now can you?

“Okay… um, let’s say I only have 2G on me. Is there any that I could possibly afford for that much? Pretty please?”

“...i have a tub of special plaster i can give you.” He gave a devilish wink before tossing something into the teen’s hands. “nope, it’s all yours, free of charge! consider it as something on the house.”

“Uh… thanks?” Kris gave a wave, not sure what else to do, before marching back out through the door. That whole exchange felt so bizarre, but they had what they needed.

Hopping back onto their (well, Noelle’s) bike, they decided to waste no more time. No more distractions, just focus on getting back to their house. They had got what they needed, they just had to speed down the roads, take a few turns, and all would be well-

“KYA!!!” Noelle leapt from the bushes, face covered in war paint, and threw… something. Whatever it was, it lodged straight into the front wheel of the bike, and to Kris’ horror they felt themself lurch forwards.

Everything after that point was just a blur. They saw the sky for a moment, then the gaping window of the Church zoom towards them. And then they saw the sanctuary, with some of the adults praying, and heard a loud thunk that caught every single one’s attention.

Confusion and fear filled the teenager, as they tried desperately to pull themself out. But it was no use, they were stuck fast. A few snickers filled the room and Father Alvin just pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a disappointed sigh.

“HAH! I WIN!! I WIN I WIN I WIN!” Noelle came running, nearly breathless. “IN YOUR FACE, KRISTOPHER!”

“Noelle? This… this isn’t funny!” Kris kept trying to pull themself out but it was no use. Each tug and pull seemed to achieve nothing but cause a giggle or two out of the people sitting in the aisles, and Kris couldn’t help but feel their face flush red.

“Oh? What would you call it then, hm? Humiliating?”

“Yes! It is!” 

“Oh, what a shame! If only something humiliating happened to me, maybe then I’d understand what it feels like! Maybe something like, oh I dunno, getting my bike stolen while trying to greet a friend?” Kris was squirming violently, trying to wriggle free, but they kept slamming against the frame each time they tried to slide out. They were well and truly stuck, much to the amusement of the crowd, who were now nearly roaring in laughter, with the exception of Noelle’s mother, who fired a cold gaze in their direction, leaving Kris’ face burning with shame.

“OUR ANGEL, WHO ART IN HEAVEN, HALLOWED BE THY NAME!” Alvin slammed the pulpit with his palms and the people gradually fell silent. The only sounds that could occasionally be heard overtaking those of the priest were those of Kris’ desperate attempts to free themself.

“Noelle! Please…”

“Hm. Maybe I should leave you here for the rest of the-”

“No!” They started violently thrashing trying to get out. “I need to get hom-”

“AND FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES, AS WE FORGIVE THOSE WHO TRESPASS AGAINST US!” Alvin stared directly at Kris, looking sternly at the child before turning back to the congregation.

Kris felt a strong tug, and before long they were finally out. A little sore, but out of that wretched window.

“I’m going to guess something big happened.” Noelle handed the tub back to Kris, cleaning up her hair a little.

“Yeah. Um… sorry about all that. I needed to get this fast.” Kris showed the tub while shuffling on their feet, not quite able to look at Noelle while being so red and sweaty. Noelle simply nodded, sighing.

“Kris, you could have just ASKED for a lift? You didn’t have to do all that!”

“Well YOU didn’t have to do all that either! Like seriously, war paint? That hairdo? Throwing… whatever that thing was?”

“...Okay MAYBE I went a little overboard.” She chuckled. “But you would have totally done the same, admit it. Come on~”

“FINE! Maybe I might have.” Kris giggled, dusting themself off a bit. “I should really get home now.”

“Well?” Kris turned around, confused.

“Well what?” They slid the plaster into their pocket, tapping it to make sure it was secure.

“Don’t you have something to say?”

“I already said sorry though?”

“Nope, that’s not what I was talking about.”

“Then what…?”

“Aren’t you gonna ask for a lift?” Noelle raised an eyebrow.

“OH! Yeah sure uhm… Oh my dearest friend Noelle Holiday-”

“JUST GET ON THE DAMN BIKE KRIS!”

And so the two were off, with Kris gripping onto Noelle’s waist for support as it was quite a struggle for the both of them to fit on the bike. But they managed, and Noelle was even happy enough to start humming a tune as they eventually made their way back to Toriel’s home.

“Thank you, um, Noelle.” Kris gave her a quick hug before waving and nearly tripping through the door. It would all be over soon. That hole would be gone, it would be painted over and hopefully by the time she was back it would be completely dry and Toriel would be none the wiser. Kris smiled. Everything would be okay.

Donning an old apron and taking out a trowel, they quickly slapped the green paste over the damage, and kept smoothing over and over until everything seemed relatively normal. Great! Now all they had to do was sit down and wait.

Wiping their brow, the teen pulled out their phone and put their earbuds in, booting up Instagram. They had been meaning to check on where Toriel was while on the ride home, but due to their… unexpected encounter with their friend things yet again couldn’t go according to their plan.

Flicking through her story, they couldn’t help but feel their heart sink. Currently she was in the car on the way back home. However, Asriel had given her one hell of a day out. About an hour ago he had taken her to a mall to buy some beautiful clothes for her, 30 minutes before that she had been given a manicure and at the start of their trip he had even brought her to one of the fanciest dessert parlours Kris had ever seen. The patterned curtains, the lavish furnishings and dark mahogany tables just oozed bourgeoisie. And of course, Mom had ordered a chocolate cake. They should have known this would have happened, should have known Asriel would have prepared the perfect trip. He always knew what to do, what to say, how to behave.

Okay. Maybe they couldn’t outdo Asriel, that was fine! Perfectly fine. Asriel was Asriel, there was no way Kris could ever hope to compare to him. But maybe, if their gift wasn’t too bad compared to their classmates, if it didn’t look awful, then maybe she’d be happy with it?

Any hope Kris had initially was washed away almost immediately. It seems like this year everyone had gone all out. If they hadn’t bought some kind of fancy gift, it was hand-crafted. Noelle had gotten an intricate snowglobe, Jockington a football, even MK, MK, was able to make a cool sweater for their Mom. Regardless of the gift’s origins however, each and every single one put the crappy card Kris had to shame. And there was the cake too, but that was worth less than nothing at this point. Why did they even bother? How did they ever think they’d be able to do enough for Toriel? Kris, the poster child for “average student”. Kris, the mischief-maker. Kris, the kid who’s only talent is rotting in bed all day doing absolutely nothing.

Sighing, Kris got up again and pulled out a paintbrush. They slapped paint thickly on the patch of green, until eventually it was all covered good and proper. There. Toriel would never know. It would be like nothing had ever happened. That was one good thing about today at least.

Perhaps Berdly was right. Maybe they would rue this day. Nothing went according to plan, nothing at all. And they looked like a damn fool in front of nearly half the town.

A rumbling from outside alerted them that their mother had returned. Crap. Throwing off their apron and hastily slamming everything back in its place, they raced back to the front so they could greet their mother with a perfect smile.

“Howdy, Mom!”

“Greetings, my child!” Toriel said, beaming from ear-to-fluffy-ear. Kris gulped, but kept their face unchanged. Their mother however was busying herself with the contents of her shining new handbag. “How has your day been? I am so very sorry that I can’t stay for long, but I would love to hear what you’ve been doing while I was out.”

“Oh, nothing really! Just… stuff. Yeah.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Kris. Why are you sweating?”

“I’ve been active! You know, getting my step count up. Being healthy.”

“Right. ‘Active’.” She simply nodded and walked around the house. Kris gulped, feeling their already drenched sweater further dampen. But that was ridiculous. Everything was fine! They had painted over it. Plastered it. There was no way their mom would ever be able to tell. They had covered their bases, their tracks. They even had their backup plan in the form of Susie. Everything should be fine.

“Kris. Why is the wall the wrong colour?” Kris’ heart dropped like a stone, their smile evaporating. Upon further inspection, and paying really close attention, Kris could see it. The paint they had used was a shade lighter than the rest of the wall, something that most people would easily miss; Toriel Dreemurr was not ‘most people’ however.

She lifted a paw to touch it, and to Kris’ absolute horror, the wall crumbled. It crumbled away between their mother’s fingers.

“Kris. Why did you try to fill a hole in the wall with Play-Doh?” They felt even more numb. Play-Doh? That’s what the shopkeeper’s special plaster was? Of course it’d be some kind of joke, his face should have made that obvious. But it wasn’t funny, not at all.

“Kris. Did you or did you not punch a hole in the wall?” 

Kris tried as hard as they could to say something, anything to defend themself. But they couldn’t. They couldn’t even look their mother in the eyes. They just stood there, praying for the silence to be broken.

They would soon realise that perhaps the silence wasn’t so bad after all.

The phone began ringing, and Toriel scooped it up.

“Yes?” She said, in a curt whisper.

“Um, hey! Ms Toriel?” There was a rustle of papers on the other end.

“Oh, hello Susie!” Susie! Maybe she could come up with something, a good enough cover to-

“Um yeah, hello madam! I just wanted to let you know that there was absolutely no way Kris could have done anything ridiculous, stupid, or otherwise… uh… ‘precosteroos’. Yeah. Me and Kris were too busy for all that! So there is absolutely no way anyone could have sent any kind of complaint to you! Otherwise they’re lying. Uhhokaybye!” The phone hung up, and Kris wanted nothing more than to bash their head against the wall.

Toriel however wasted no time in searching through her missed calls, her face steely and distant.

“They’ve lost it! They’re nothing but trouble!”

“They slapped my son across the back of his head! A horrid thing I must say.”

“They completely ruined Church service today!”

“You need to control that child Ms Dreemurr. They’ve been out of line for far too long. We cannot have them ruining the peace like this!”

Kris was still silent, not saying a single word. They just stared dumbly as their mother put down the phone and turned towards them.

“Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Kris merely shook their head, shuffling on the spot. “This silly little stunt may have only been a day to you, but to me it’ll be a week’s worth of heartache. Was it so hard for you to not do something so foolish for just one single day? You should know better by now, you should know that your actions have consequences, know that I’m not always going to be able to take responsibility for you. I’m tired of having to run after you and clean your messes. I lose sleep at night simply because I have to worry about what you might do next. And for what? For you to just move on and do the exact same thing all over again? Go to your room. Now.”

Kris nodded, shuffling up the stairs and not once looking at their mother. They didn’t need to see her face to know how upset she was, as not long after they heard her sighing and an oh-so familiar knocking through the cupboards. Great. They had made their mother work extra hard to fix their mess. Just brilliant.

It wasn’t long before Toriel had left once more, locking the door behind her. “When I come back I’ll paint it myself. Leave it alone. Or else.” Each word felt like a dagger through Kris’ heart, but they made sure not to make it obvious. Despite the fact they were holed up in their room where no one could see them.

This was all just so stupid. What was the point? Why did they even bother trying in the first place? All they knew how to do was be an idiot and nothing else. They couldn’t help but steal a glance at their brother’s bed. Underneath it would be a box of a dozen or so golden medals, and on the shelves above there were Angel knows how many trophies. The perfect child. What were they even thinking? How could they ever even hope to compare to that?

And Noelle too. And Berdly. They were all so… normal. They weren’t a handful, a burden. They were strong and capable and Kris was sure their parents were very proud of them.

They stomped their way back to the kitchen now. Hands shaking, they looked at that pathetic card and… in all honesty how could they even call that a cake? It looked more like a turd than anything else. They felt sick just looking at the thing that was in front of them. How the hell did they even think their mother would ever love that?

They didn’t think twice about hurling everything into the trash.

They simply walked back up the stairs, into their room, and curled into a ball on their bed. They should have just done this from the start. Nothing went according to plan, nothing at all. Everything about today was horrible, horrible, horrible.

Nothing but trouble.

A horrid thing.

Their phone was buzzing, but Kris ignored it, just covering themself in their blanket and blocking out the world. That feeling was back, that horrible sinking feeling in their heart, and they hated it, hated how they couldn’t even do one simple thing right. Why did they even bother getting out of bed today? Their mother would have probably, no definitely, been happier if they had just stayed rotting there like they usually did.

It was while they were mid-toss that they heard the front door clink open, causing them to stifle a gasp. Mom was home! She’d probably be even more mad if she caught them awake. They buried themself even deeper in their covers, silently humming a prayer to anyone that was willing to listen.

There was some thumping around below them, and a strange croaking noise, before the steps began growing louder.

Crap.

They lay breathless as the door slowly creaked open.

“...Kris? Honey?” It was a soft, curious whisper. “Are you still awake?”

Kris stayed still, even as their mother pulled a stool and sat beside them, they didn’t move an inch.

“Kris. Did you punch the wall because you were upset?” Despite their very soul screaming at them not to, Kris turned around, trying to keep as calm as possible. They didn’t have the strength to meet her eyes, so they just focused on her fidgeting paws instead. They nodded.

“And did you try to fix things before getting… distracted?”

They nodded again, a burning building up inside their eyes, a burning they so desperately tried to quell. Toriel had slipped something out of her pocket, clearing her throat before raising it out of their vision.

There was a long silence between the two, until eventually Kris was able to start lifting their vision further up, up to their mother’s chest with her snout just barely visible.

And then she spoke, in a soft, wavering whisper. The voice she’d use when Kris needed someone to turn to, when the thunder was loud and they were scared and tired and wanted someone with them, the voice she’d use when singing them a lullaby or watching them play on the school piano.

“Dear Mom,

I could never really string together enough words to describe how happy I am to call you that. You’re just so amazing and kind and special and have done so much for me and I could never repay you for it all. But, I hope you will at least accept the chocolate cake?

Lots of love, your child Kris”

…

“I’m so sorry Mom!” Kris bawled, feeling the tears burst through as they wailed into the night. They could barely see the world around them, they just knew that they had been scooped up into their mother’s arms as they continued crying into what they now assumed was her shoulder. “I’m a terrible child, a horrid thing. All I do is cause problems for you, and, and everyone got their moms such nice things-. And-and Asriel he-he-he-” They blubbered, and spluttered, trying to say something else, but Toriel simply shushed them.

“It’s okay Kris, calm down. It’s okay.” a warm paw rubbed the back of their head, cuddling them deeper into her soft body. And they stayed there, whimpering and sobbing, clutching onto their mother’s fuzzy cardigan, before they could screw up their remaining courage and swallow their tears.

“Mom… I… I’ve been a bad kid. A really bad one. And… I couldn’t even get you something special like everyone else. Azzy gave you so much, my gifts were aw-”

“Kris, please stop!” Toriel’s voice cracked. “I can’t stand hearing you speak about yourself like this! You’re a wonderful, amazing child and I will not accept you saying otherwise! I don’t care about what the other children got for their mothers, I don’t care how fancy their gifts were. And yes, I did enjoy my outing with your brother, but that doesn’t change how much I love the both of you. You’re my babies, whether you like it or not.” She hugged Kris tighter, tears beginning to form in her own eyes. “And… and I will always love the fact that you try. Even if you fail, and fail, and fail again, and stay in your bed for weeks after, I will always love that no matter what, eventually, you’ll get back up again. And I know you will Kris. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, I know you’ll always get back up again. You always do, and I love that. I love you, Kris.”

Kris stayed in shock, not sure what to say in response. They just continued latching on to her, locked tightly by their mother’s love.

“Mom.”

“Yes, honey?”

“Why is there a wine stain on your shirt?” She chuckled at this.

“Well, let’s just say your mother can also be quite… mischievous. I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay? Rest now, my child.”

And so she gracefully tucked her child into bed, and not a moment after giving them a peck on their cheek they were asleep, a dopey grin on their wet face.

“Sleep well, Kris.”

[sweetnspicybee]

I see you, legs tied wide open, cunt all smooth and puffy you watch me with bemusement as I bring in a box of popsicles and slide it up your thighs and slowly into your waiting cum hole, then as it melts, another, and another ‘you seem to be making them melt quick’ I say ‘and that won’t do I need you numb’ a hour or so pass by and I have fucked you ice cold with 3 boxes and now you are crying out ‘it’s really cold, why are you doing this?’ I show you why as I pull out a huge pack of chocolate candy bars my favourite Dairy Milk and start sliding one in and out in and out of your tiny little ass hole, warm melted chocolate and cold sticky strawberry tasting pussy, yum yum. I get on the bed and suck you dry and push my thumb deep into your chocolate soaked butt and push my thumb into your mouth, as you hear me slurp your ice cold cunt,

I disappear for a second as I see your bottom lip quivering, your puffy numb cunt blue and cold, ‘let’s get you warmed up baby girl’ as I take me a hose connected to the hot water tap and slide it in and fill your hole with hot water not hot enough at all to burn but the mixed emotions you are getting from hot and cold drives you to fight for breath as I flip you over and eat that ass out sucking all the chocolate out as much as I can but the temptation gets to much and I slide my dick deep into your little tiny tight ass, you whimper as I unload into you ‘you did good, more than good’ I say as I lean forward and slap you right across your face as I then lay next to you wiping your tears and kissing your forehead to reassure you I will clean you up and have food ready on the table

🔥🔥

[jnkgrnde]

— christmas with shuriri!

parings : shuriri x black!fem!reader

warnings : some suggestive stuff but nothing too bad

summary : spending christmas with shuriri 🫶🏾🫶🏾

authors note : y’all ignore how i’m posting this like a minute after christmas ended 💀 merry christmas to those who celebrate!

usana: baby, sthwanda: my love

laughter filled the air from the three of you, the smell of cookies filling the kitchen. you were covered in flour, frosting and almost everything else you used to make the cookies. “riri!” you squealed when said girl lifted you up and kissed you all over. “mmm, you taste good.” she kissed a frosting covered cheek before handing you over to shuri who was sat on one of the barstools. shuri wrapped her arms around your waist, kissing your other cheek and giggling.

“she’s right. you do taste good, usana.” her voice rasped, her mother tongue thick. you shifted in her lap a bit when she spoke it. you gave her a quick peck before looking at riri mix the ingredients in the bowl. “need help, my love?” you giggled, hopping down from shuri but not before feeling a stinging on your ass.

“wha-“ you snapped your head to look at the wakandan. “oops. hand slipped.” she cheekily smiled. “don’t start fuckin’ without me, now.” “get your girlfriend, then.” you chuckled before taking the spatula from riri and started folding the dough.

the two watched you move swiftly in the kitchen with curious eyes. “y’know i can feel you staring, right?” you told them, fingers moving diligently to apply the sweet frosting. “you just move pretty, sthwanda.” shuri told you while watching your hands press against the plastic. “i move pretty?” you laughed, looking up at them.

“mhm. especially when you-“ “alright!” you clapped your hands together to stop riri from saying anything. “one of you go put on the polar express and the other makes popcorn and hot chocolate. i’m gonna put the cookies in the oven.” the girls also loved when you talked like that — they knew if they started talking like riri did you’d get flustered and give them something to do so you could calm down.

“yes, ma’am!” they laughed before moving. shuri walked to the living room to get the polar express set up on the tv while shuri reached in the cabinets to grab three mugs and the salted caramel hot chocolate along with the milk. you slid the pan of cookies in the oven, squeaking when you felt another slap from riri. “riri!” “yes, baby?” you closed the oven and set a timer, turning around before almost being pressed against the counter, lips passionately pressing against yours.

you let go and held her cheek when she tried going for more. “let’s not keep the queen waiting, hm?” you took her hand and went to go sit beside shuri on the couch, now in between the two. you laid your head on shuri’s lap, legs propping up on riri’s legs. shuri’s slender fingers found home in your hair, scratching your head and smoothing her thumb over your hair.

the movie ended and now the table had empty mugs and the plate that had the cookies was empty. soft snores escaped your mouth and you were now curled up in between the two. they kissed the crown of your head before carrying you up to your shared room.

yeah, they loved spending christmas with you.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Sopapillas

Winter Prompts Masterlist | Winter Prompts List

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Reader

Prompts: Crunchy/ Honey/ Bake Sale

Warnings: Cursing

Notes: Sopapillas are a deep fried dessert! More info here if you're interested.

“What the hell is happening in here?” 

You hardly look away at the sound of Angel’s question, though your eyes do dart up from the mixing bowl for just a moment. 

“I promised Izzy I’d help with the bake sale,” You answer, scraping the wooden spoon around the edge of the bowl. 

“So you turned my kitchen into a bakery?” 

“Did you expect me to find a clean rock to bake the cookies on outside?” 

“Why didn’t you go to your place?” 

“My oven is broken.” 

“What? Since when?” 

“Since, like—I don’t know, it’s been a long time. And my little countertop one is too small for how much I need to make.” 

“So what the hell is your oven doing now?” 

“I use it to store some of my shoes.” 

“You what—”

“Oh calm down, they’re in, like, storage bags. They’re not just out in the open on the racks—Can you grab me the honey?” 

“What makes you think I have any?” 

“Remember when I got groceries for here?” 

“Uh-huh.” “I bought honey. It’s up there,” You wave back toward a cabinet, “But I can’t reach it, and you don’t have a step-stool because you’re freakishly tall.” 

“Why didn’t you just climb on the counter like you usually do?” 

“I had bowls and stuff out, it would’ve been a mess.” 

“More of a mess,” Angel mutters.

“You got reaaaal high standards for someone who sleeps in his jeans—Oh!” You gasp when Angel lands a slap on your ass as he sets the honey down on the counter. You reach back, swatting at his side. 

“Thank you,” You mutter. 

“So what are you making?” 

“Mm…Chocolate chip cookies are in the oven…I’m working on the batter for mini pasteles tres leches—Stop that,” You mutter, slapping at his hand as he dips his finger into your bowl. “I know your father raised you better than that. Never stick a finger into a woman’s batter uninvited.” 

“What’s the honey for?” 

“To drizzle on the sopapillas.” 

“Ooo, goin’ all out?” 

“Apparently Padrino requested them.” “Really?” 

“Mhm.” 

“They’re a favorite of his.” 

“Like, in general?” “No. He likes mine.” 

“When the hell has he had your sopapillas?” 

“From my oven’s previous life, when it was working—before it was a shoe rack.” 

“So why have I never had your sopapillas?”

“I refer you to my previous comment about my oven.” 

Angel grunts, brow furrowing a touch as he watches you. 

“...So am I getting cut in on any’a this," He waves his fingers over the bowls and baking trays, "Or is it all for the bake sale?” 

You smile. “Well I need a taste-tester, don’t I?” 

-- 

“Holy fuck,” Angel mumbles around his mouthful. You grin, glancing back at him as you tuck the last of the freshly washed dishes into the drying rack. 

“Holy fuck good, or like holy fuck you can’t serve these?”

“You can’t serve these.” 

“What?” You frown, turning to face Angel. 

“You can’t serve these,” He insists, taking up a chocolate chip cookie. “I’m eating all of ‘em—Hey, we got any milk?” 

Your concern melts to amusement, and you roll your eyes, reaching out and opening the fridge. You pour some into a mug before you walk over to where Angel is chowing down at the little table. You set it down, and before you can get far, he hooks his arm around your middle, drawing you down into his lap. 

“Take a load off,” He soothes, “You been busy cookin’ all day.” 

“I just wanna finish cleaning up. I’m all sweaty and I wanna put my apron in the laundry."

Angel grunts, dipping the corner of the cookie into the mug of milk and holding it up for you. You chuckle, ducking your head in and hurriedly taking a bite before it can drip or crumble. You sigh as you savor the flavor, settling back against Angel’s chest. 

“Mm, you’re right,” You mumble. “I’m good.”

Angel chuckles, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“So…Maybe we just keep the cookies?” 

“Nu-uh. This is your personal batch,” You wave to the plate with a few morsels on it. “Everything else is for the sale.” Angel grumbles, and you roll your eyes. “I’ll make you more later, alright? We need to restock the kitchen before I can.”

“...And you’ll make more sopasillas?” 

You snort, nodding at Angel’s nervously hedged question. 

“Yes, baby.”

"As many as I want?"

"Okay, let's not get carried away."  

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