#Just had a big piece of leftover cake

[bastardpacs]

✨🌟 KARA 🌟✨ GRIPPING YOUR SHOULDERS AND GENTLY SHAKING YOU !!! HBD, BAB 💗😚💗 I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY AND WONDERFUL DAY, YOU ABSOLUTELY DESERVE IT 🌸💐

AHHHHH Thank you so, so much Sledge!!! I had an amazing day, thank you! And hearing from you has made my EBTIRE week even better 🥹💞 Thank you again so, SO much, and I hope that you’ve been having an incredible day too! You deserve it a thousand times over 😭🥰💞

[mikkomacko]

can we get a blurb on luke and reader from him and i?

Luke didn’t do it on purpose, really. He’s usually very attentive. He cares a lot about the Devs and their success, about the family Nico’s created.

But at the same, he is only human.

When he got up in the middle of the meeting it was just to go to the bathroom. He drank an ice coffee before it started and now his bladder was basically throbbing.

So he excused himself, ignored Nico’s gaze on him as he ducked out of the room during Jonas’s review of the bars profits this month. Luke doesn’t even need to know the profits. He doesn’t work at the bar. He just drinks there.

Afraid of being scolded for taking too long, he practically sprints down the hall, past the living room and kitchen. He’s rushing back down the hall to return to the meeting when he realizes you’re in the kitchen.

And something awfully good smelling is in there with you too.

Stomach rumbling, he peeks his head into the doorway. You’re at the island counter, a blue apron tied around your waist that reads “kiss the cook” in flowy, cursive letters.

A pot is boiling on the stove behind you, big, steaming bubbles releasing whatever that wonderful smell is into the air. Luke’s mouth waters. You finish chopping some carrots, picking up a tiny piece and reaching down to feed it to the drooling dog sitting politely by your feet.

If you’re willing to feed it to the dog, you’d feed it to him too. And he can be quick, just duck in, ask for a couple bites, and leave. He won’t miss much of the meeting, really.

“Hey,” he says sweetly, padding into the kitchen on soft feet. You look up, smiling across the island counter when you see him.

“Hi, you hungry?”

Oh, a girl after his heart, you are. Smiling innocently, he nods and slips into the bar stool across from you.

“That’s good because I’ve been learning new recipes all week and I think Nico is tired of eating them.”

You turn to the fridge, ducking down to grab a stack of containers and Luke’s mouth waters at the glimpses of beautiful cakes and desserts he catches.

“Who could ever get tired of your cooking?” He asks and he’s completely serious. Luke would take it to his grave, but he thinks your food is even better than his mom’s.

Scoffing, you dig a fork out of the drawer and slide him the tower of desserts. Luke is quick to pop open the first one, a beautiful slice of chocolate mousse cake greeting him.

He digs in, practically moaning around the bite and the dog toddles over to sit by him with big brown and begging eyes.

“So,” you drag out expectantly, clasping your hands together. “What do you think?”

~~~~

“Where the fuck is Luke?”

Bratter shrugs, looking around the room for the youngest Hughes boy but coming up empty. Nico had seen him leave 30 minutes ago, assuming the kid was just popping out for a moment.

Now it looks like he’s ditched the whole meeting.

Nico scoffs, leaving Timo to finish up closing remarks and exiting the room. He’s immediately stopped by the smell of whatever you’re cooking up in the kitchen, and knows exactly where Luke is.

The kid can eat three times his body weight in food a day, and even then have room for snacks.

Moving to the kitchen, he’s not at all surprised to find Luke sat at the counter with you feeding him every bit of leftovers from the fridge.

“Hughes,” Nico barks, meaner than he actually should be but sometimes he’s gotta scare this kid or he’ll never listen. Luke straightens out, whipping around in the chair to look at Nico with wide, terrified eyes.

He’s got a fork hanging out of his mouth, some kind of frosting smeared in the corner. The kid starts mumbling something through his mouthful, tripping over his words and Nico slips further into the room.

“Oh don’t do that,” you beg, interrupting Nico’s scolding with those bright and beautiful eyes he loves so much. “He’s just a kid Nico and he was hungry.”

Pretending to be annoyed, Nico crosses his arms over his chest. Unfazed, you pad up into him with that cute little apron tied around your frame and your hair in a messy clip on your head. You smell like good food and something warm, settling into the crevices of his lungs with familiarity.

He can’t be mad at you. Not when you’re looking at him like that and you’re so sweet to want to feed all the boys.

And fuck Nico for the way he suddenly falls to his knees every time you get motherly with the boys.

“Oh he was?” Nico goads and you run your palms up his chest, smiling prettily.

“How’s he supposed to learn if he’s hungry? He won’t be able to focus.”

Nico sighs, looking over at Luke who’s still slowly picking at the food in front of him. “Wash the dishes when you’re done.” He instructs, and Luke smiles gratefully, nodding.

“Boss,” he asks shyly, “can I stay for dinner?”

“No,” Nico says at the same time you coo “Of course you can Lukey!”

Luke’s gaze flickers between both of you, but Nico knows where he stands on this one so he dips his head in defeat.

Your smile widens so Nico can’t actually count this as a loss.

“Whatever,” he agrees, “I gotta a meeting to finish up.”

[seeingivy]

family rules (alternate version)

satoru gojo x f!reader 

in which you’re the one who gets in the accident this time, not satoru and megumi 

**read the other ones here 

content warning: car accident, mentions of glass and blood, reader in pain satoru says daddy, megumi wants you to break satoru’s neck

an: for all my very lovely family rules fans, this is the part for the request I received here. I hope you all enjoy :D 

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Satoru pushes his key into the door, swinging the door open as he calls out to the three of you. He’s balancing the pink box in his hands, very excited to see your very irritated face when you open it. 

He stops for a second, eyeing the light purple around Megumi’s eye as you push green peas into his face, before turning to the fridge to steal your leftovers from last night. 

He can feel you opening the box out of his peripheral vision, preparing his silly little consolation piece to calm you down. He knows you’ll be irritated, obviously, but he’s always sweet talked his way out of situations, especially with you. He just wanted to ease the air after the lecture you were probably going to give Megumi, settle everyone down. 

“Megs, do you mind joining Miki upstairs? I need to talk to Gojo over here.” you say, watching you press a very strained smile to your face. 

Maybe the cake was too far. He should have settled for balloons instead. 

“You have got to be kidding me, Satoru. You bought him a cake for punching another kid in the face?” 

“It’s just a joke, my love. No harm done. I’ll talk to him about it later. You know, all that cheesy stuff you say - words before violence, be the bigger man by walking away.” he leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before he sets out to set the plates for dinner. 

“Satoru. Be serious for one minute. Megumi is our responsibility. You’re doing him a disservice if we keep letting him process his anger this way. Don’t lead him down the wrong path.” 

He can feel the stinging in his chest, the anger developing in his chest. He would be lying by saying things were perfect between the two of you, as of late. The two of you were polar opposites, something he always considered as a strength to your relationship. When he was drifting away too far, you grounded him in reality. When you were too stuck in the little things, he always reminded you of the big picture. You worked - moon and sun, salt and pepper, black and white. However, the two of you had been finding it harder to find compromises lately, arguing more lately, especially when it came to Megumi. 

It’s a few fights, not mass murdering people. If anything, Megumi’s doing very well, considering who his father is and what happened. He’s doing very well, considering the fact that he’s being raised by two twenty year olds. Satoru’s doing very well, considering the fact that he’s trying his best to be there for him. 

“I’m not leading him anywhere wrong. You’re setting him up for failure if you keep letting kids push him around like that. You’re the one leading him down the wrong path.” 

“Solving your problems with fists isn’t always the right answer, Satoru. This is why he doesn’t talk to us when we ask him what’s wrong. We just have to wait for him to explode, just to find out he was suffering the entire time.” 

He feels your words sink into his chest, burning him in a place he hadn’t been before. No. Surely you couldn’t be insinuating what he thought you were. You wouldn’t. 

He thinks back to the third grade, his parents' faces engraved in his mind. He learned all too quickly that punching another kid in the face, pulling a girl's pigtails, running out of class would get their attention - faster than asking them to tuck him into bed, eat breakfast with him, or come to a school play. They would drop everything, run to his side to see him at the first sign of trouble. There’s no way you’re insinuating Megumi is doing the same. 

It kills him. Even the thought of it being right. Megumi’s mimicking him, when he was younger, acting out to get someone to look at him. The two of you tried your best with him, he was always a little more closed off, but you were doing everything you could. 

No. No. Satoru Gojo was not his father. You had to be wrong. You had to be wrong because if you were right, he was no better than his father. 

“Whatever problem he has, I’ll deal with it. Remember, he’s my kid, not yours. My responsibility. So I’ll figure out what’s best for him moving forward.” 

He comes to realize that this was his first mistake, one he’ll come to regret in a few hours. 

He can feel the words hanging in the air, waiting for your anger filled response. But it doesn’t come. You compare him to his father and then have nothing to say?

“All quiet now, Y/N? Have nothing to say to me?” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“And why’s that? You sure had a lot to say a few minutes ago.” 

“Because. He’s your kid. Not mine. It’s not really my business what he does, is it?” 

He feels his heart sink in his chest, his cheeks burning with regret already. Why did he say that? You didn’t mean it like that. There’s no way you would ever compare him to his dad, in earnest. He curls his fingers around your wrist, pulling you closer to him. Kiss it better, Satoru.

“Hey, hey. Wait a minute.” 

You shrug him off, swiping the keys off the counter and running out the door. This is his second mistake - letting you run out that door - and surely the one he’ll regret even more. 

He stands there in shock, your absence chilling him. What the hell is he doing? The table is half set, your sweet strawberry smell absent, your glimmering smile gone from the kitchen. 

You left. You actually got up and left. It’s his fault. He hit it where he knew where it hurt. He can feel his heart sinking in his chest, the stinging vertebrates through his bones. Why did he say that to you? He loves you. He reaches around for his phone after a few seconds, his fingers shaking as he texts you. 

i’m sorry love

you know i didn’t mean it

just come back. you know he’s our kid. 

i know you’re right. he shouldn’t be punching people every time he disagrees with them. i just have trouble being too hard on him, i don’t want to be like my parents

not an excuse. i know i’m in the wrong. we can have the talk with him, just like you wanted. just come back y/n. 

Satoru nearly drops his phone into the sink, at the sight of Megumi pushing into his legs. He presses his arms around Satoru’s legs, hiding his face against in the fabric. 

“Hey Megs. You okay?” 

“Did Y/N leave?” 

He leans down, intending to talk Megumi down. You were always better at it, but there’s no harm in trying. 

He looks over, really observing the bruise on Megumi’s eye for the first time. His eye is swollen, coloring into a dark purple. There’s a tiny bit of pink in the whites of his eyes and he doesn’t miss Megumi keeping his eyes closed, squinting whenever he makes contact with the light. 

He reaches down, pressing the green peas you were pushing into Megumi’s face, back to the spot. He didn’t realize Megumi was hurt this bad. 

“Yeah. We just had a little argument. She’ll come back.” 

He feels Megumi clench his fist, his hand crumpling the fabric of his slacks. 

“Do you think she hates me?” 

“Megumi. Y/N loves you. She’s mad at me for being stupid, not at you for fighting.” 

He feels another set of tiny hands, this time resting on his arms. Tsumiki’s tear filled face is at his side. He’s messed up. 

It’s in this moment, Megumi’s stressed out expression and Tsumiki’s tear stained face, that he realizes how small they really are. He’d been teaching Megumi how to master his cursed technique and he was always impressed with how self-sufficient Tsumiki was, but he never realized how wrong it was until now. 

They were kids. They’re small, tiny little kids acting like adults. He leans down, pressing the two of them against his chest. He won’t let them burden it - that’s what you and him were for. You, when you were still here anyways. 

He reaches for his phone again, shooting you another text. 

kids are getting real upset with you gone, they miss you already 

“Satoru.” 

“Yes, Miss Miki?” 

“Why did she leave?” 

He sighs. Because he’s an idiot. Because he can’t control his tongue, because he can’t accept his faults, because he’s in over his head. 

“We had an argument. I got upset with her and said something that wasn’t very nice to her.” 

“Does she still love us?” 

“You’re her entire world. She loves you both, so much. That’s partially why she’s so mad at you Megumi. She doesn’t like to see you hurt and gets upset when you willingly put yourself in situations like this.”

He feels his phone buzzing on the floor, basically collapsing trying to pick it up fast enough. He presses the phone to his ear, without even checking the caller ID. 

“Y/N?” 

“Am I speaking with Mister Satoru Gojo?” 

“Yes, this is him.” 

“This is Tokyo Medical Hospital. I’m calling regarding a Miss Y/N L/N. She was in a car accident around thirty minutes ago, near the central line highway. She’s just been transported to our Emergency Department where we are responding to her now. It would be best if you could arrive as soon as possible. Do you know her blood type? We need to attempt a transfusion.” 

He feels his voice strain in his neck, fighting to get the word out. Blood type. They need your blood type. You were in a car accident. Blood transfusion.

“O negative. Her blood type is O negative.” 

 - 

Shoko and Nanami meets him at the front of the hospital and he nearly breaks down right there. He was a mess without you. You had to be okay. You had to stay alive. 

“I’ll watch the kids.” 

Nanami walks off, his hands holding their tiny ones as he takes them on a walk around the block. 

“Am I going to lose her, Shoko? Is she okay?” 

“She’s really hurt, the glass shattered on impact. Just go through the doors, Satoru. She was asking for you.” 

Glass. He nearly runs through the double doors and is met directly with the sight of you. 

The air is gone from his lungs and the room is on fire. No. You’re lying on the gurney, the two nurses balancing shining, silver surgical tools in their hands. They’re digging shards of glass out of your soft, soft skin - from your arms, your chest, and the sides of your face. 

He can see the tears streaming down your face, your eyes pinching in pain every time they pull a piece out. The worst part, he can hear you murmuring his name and asking for him every time they do. He walks up aimlessly, interlocking his hand with your free, uninjured side. He can feel his hands shaking in yours, his blood burning in his skin. 

“Satoru?” 

He reaches forward, patting down your hair. 

“I’m here, i’m here.” 

“It hurts, Satoru.”

He feels his resolve break at the sound of your voice. He’s crying, full on crying at the sight of you like this. In pain, sitting alone for the past hour. He lifts your uninjured hand, pressing a kiss to the top of your knuckles before resting your fingers against his eyes. 

“It’s best if you can distract her while we do this. The silence makes it easier to focus on the pain.” 

He nods, turning his face away from the nurse and towards you. 

“Hi love.” 

“Hi Satoru.” 

“Don’t…don’t die on me, okay? I still have a lot of things I want to do with you.” 

“Like what? 

You hiss in pain, squeezing his hand as they keep going deeper into your skin. 

“Eat breakfast with you tomorrow. Make you those strawberry pancakes you love so much. Watch you yell as me as I squish whipped cream into Megumi’s hair.” 

He watches you laugh, the pain still pressed on your face as you try to respond. 

“Don’t respond. It’s okay, love. Just listen to me, yeah?” 

You nod, squeezing your hand in his own. 

“I…I love you.” he can feel his voice breaking, trying to stop his tears from returning. He clears his throat, his heart screaming in his chest. 

“I love you so much, Y/N. You’re everything to me. You and me, we’re going to be okay. I- I…there’s just so much we have to do still. I didn’t even get to marry you yet. Or put my own kid in you.” 

“Gross.” 

“Out of all that, that’s what you chose to respond to?” 

He sees you smile, your eyes all watery at the sight of him. He loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you. 

- 

You wake up a few hours later, to a very pink eyed Satoru sitting on the chair next to you. He looks horrible.

You make the slightest bit of movement, attempting to reach out for him, and he jumps up from his chair. He presses his hands to your face, shaking his head profusely at you as you put your hands down. 

“No, no love. No moving, okay?” 

You nod and he gives you a soft smile, before locking his fingers with your own. You can see the tears building in his eyes, his smile being replaced with tears streaming down his eyes. 

“Can you put on a little nurses uniform? We’re about to live out my wildest dreams.” 

He laughs at your joke, his teary smile returning. 

“Shut up. Stop copying my fantasies.” 

His hands don’t leave your face, his entire body shaking at the sight of you. He’s scared, scared shitless and you don’t know how to fix it. You’re okay. You’re both going to be okay. You try to sit up, Satoru’s hands helping you most of the way. He has his arm secured around your waist, holding you steady. 

“Satoru. I’m okay.” 

“You’re not allowed to do that. You can’t just pick up and leave every time you get mad at me. I thought I lost you. I almost did lose you. Do you think I could live if I actually did?”  

“I know, Toru. I’m sorry.” 

He presses himself against your shoulder, crying into your arms. He’s ran his hands over your arms multiple time’s now, his fingers resting against your beating pulse at your wrist. You can feel the guilt twisting in your chest, for leaving, driving so recklessly, upsetting him in the first place. Any normal person would get up and run right about now. 

“You are the only family I have. Please don’t leave me, Satoru.” 

You feel your heart clench in your chest at the sight of his defeated resolve and can’t even remember why you were mad, why you drove off in the first place. You squeeze his hand twice, rubbing small circles into the back of his hand. 

“You’re the one who left me. I would never leave you. It’s you and me, in life and in death, Y/N. Preferably not the death part from you, if that’s possible please. That’s against the rules.” 

“In life and in death? Those are wedding vows, Satoru, we aren’t even married. And we don’t have rules.” you deadpan.

“You didn’t get the memo? We’re married in my head, sweet thing.” 

The two of you laugh, the giggles filling up the little medic bay you were sitting in. You feel him lean over, his face still wet and pink from his tears, and press a soft kiss to your forehead before pressing one to your lips. 

“Did you eat chocolate from the vending machine?” 

“No.” 

“Don’t lie. I can taste it on your lips, idiot. Your supposed wife is maybe possibly dying and you’re eating candy?” 

“You’re so vulgar. Talking about my lips like that in public. And I was eating for both of us. In your honor. I knew it’s what you would have wanted.” 

You roll your eyes at him, giving him a smile, before leaning your head against his shoulder. 

“Where are Megumi and Tsumiki?” 

“With Nanami, outside. I’ll go grab them now that you’re all bandaged up.” 

As he sprints out the door, you readjust in the bed, sitting up. You watch the two of them run in, their little faces swollen from crying. You feel the tears well in your own eyes at the sight of it. You open up your arms (which hurts like a bitch), signaling at the two of them to climb up. They press their bodies against you, their distinct smells pressed against your nose (vanilla for Tsumiki, clean laundry for Megumi). 

You can feel them sobbing against you and press kisses to both of their heads as they shake in your arms. You can feel your skin burning at them pressing against your bandages, but you don’t want to let them go.

“Okay, kids. Off. We can hug her as hard as we want when she feels better, okay?” 

Satoru Gojo, mind reader. They climb off, the three of them facing you at the side of your bed. They all have their hands pressed against you - Satoru’s resting in your hair, Tsumiki’s in your hand, and Megumi’s at your shoulder. Satoru speaks first. 

“I was thinking.” 

“You can do that?” 

“You wound me, Fushiguro Megumi.” 

The three of you snicker at the sound of his whiny voice, the smiles reaching all the way to Tsumiki and Megumi’s cheeks. 

“I’ve always had mental rules you should be following in my head, as I am our benevolent, perfect, spectacular leader. But we should establish real ones, for each other. We are a family after all.” 

“You’re not our leader.” deadpans Megumi, rolling his eyes at Satoru before eyeing you exasperatedly. 

“I like it, Satoru.” you whisper. 

“Me first, then. My first rule is for Miss Miki. You have to do anything and everything I say.” 

The three of you stare him down, pinching your eyes in annoyance. 

“I’m kidding. You guys are such a tough crowd. My first real rule is for Megumi. You’re not going to fight anymore. No punching people when you get angry.” 

He nods, whispering a promise to you, more than Satoru, that he won’t fight again. You squeeze his fingers that are interlocked with yours, nodding at the promise. 

“The next one is for you, missy. No running away, Y/N. Ever. We can argue all night for all I care. You don’t get to leave.”

You nod, promising all of them that you won’t leave them again. You don’t miss the way their tensed shoulders relax at your promise, shocked that they were even worried about you leaving again in the first place. You would never leave them again. Tsumikis’ quiet voice fills the room next. 

“Third rule, no fighting if we can avoid it. We’re all on the same team here so we can just try to work it out.” 

You reach forward, pressing your hand into Tsumiki’s hair, you and Satoru promising her you won’t fight, at least if you can’t help it, again. The three of you nod, smiling at each other at your new rules. 

“I have one.” 

You reach over, running your hands through Megumi’s hair as you smile at him, encouraging to speak up. 

“No one leaves the house without saying goodbye. You especially, Mom.” 

Mom. Mom. Fushiguro Megumi, in the six months he has been staying with you, has never called you Mom. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes, wanting to crush him in a hug for a better part of the next hour or the rest of his life. You’re his Mom. 

Before you can reach forward to do so, Satoru’s whiny voice stops you. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s not even fair.” 

“Toru, shut up.” 

“Megs. If I break my neck, will you call me dad?” 

You roll your eyes. Way to ruin a moment. 

“How about I break it right now and we test the theory?” 

Megumi and Tsumiki break out into giggles and you and Satoru can’t help but join them at the sound of their laughter. The three of them press themselves against you, wrapping your arms around as you all laugh. 

“Hey, one more rule, okay?”

You all nod, turning to face Satoru. 

“Everyone calls me daddy from now on.” 

“Can you actually break his neck now? Please? I can help.” 

[l4long-winded]

HIII! IM NOT SURE IF THIS IS WHAT U WERE ASKING FOR IN UR LIP OR CARMY PROMPTS BUT

I had this dream where they were dating but the team didn’t know and then during a service in the new restaurant and she burned herself once or twice really bad and Carmy was helping and doting on her and evb was just like “ uhm. What?” And then they started to notice other things Carmy did for her and they started to put two and two together

If this isn’t what ur looking for or meant sorry😭 if you don’t want to it’s totes okay I understand!

Remember to drink water!

i don't see carmen as being very big on pda. esp not in the beginning of your relationship.

however,

he's attentive. his looks towards you are longer than necessary, lingering stares over the side of your face when you pick up a dish, a hint of a smile on his lips seeing you approach from halfway across the kitchen. no one notices until he's irate one day, being an asshole to everyone because carmen's emotions get the better of him as the stress rises and the pressure increases.

naturally, attempting to keep up with the environment's demands, you burn yourself. the muttered curse flying from your lips quickly gains carmen's attention. he's with you at the sink in an instant. his tone of voice changes, no longer the hissing or billowing octave. he speaks to you softly, asks what happened, if the burn is deep, if you need anything, muttering apologies for ramping shit up like he's the one who burned you himself. he does all this with his hand on your lower back. protective. soothing. sympathetic.

loving.

tina catches it. she's asking ebra about it, who is absolutely oblivious on the matter, but when she rolls her eyes and asks sydney, syd is quick to point out how she saw carmen fetch you a cup of ice water the other day during a break. it's a small gesture, but reminiscing allows them to piece together other small gestures that don't seem so small after all.

like, as richie notes despite his irritation, how carmen waits for you at the lockers. natalie is able to add how frequent your visits to the office are when he's there, gary bringing up a recent memory of carmen asking if you'd enjoy a certain wine, and marcus swears carmen's dessert leftovers he boxes at the end of the night aren't for him. what's he doing with two slices of princess cake?

these clues should be enough. carmen's sweet on you and it's so fucking obvious. everyone's whispering to each other when either of you will say anything because while carmen isn't in their work groupchat, you are. can't pass gossip about you and him with you in there.

manny, on the other hand, decides to withhold the fact that he saw you and carmen kissing in the alleyway two months ago.

[churipu]

Hihi!! My birthday was a few days ago so can I ask for headcanons of jjk's men celebrating your birthday? (*´꒳`*)

(They can be your choice but if you add Yuta or Megumi I would appreciate it! <3) thankyouuu~

JJK MEN + CELEBRATING BIRTHDAYS

featuring. yuuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro, gojo satoru x reader

warnings. none :>

note. omg, happy belated birthday anon!! i'm so sorry this took so long honey, i hope you had an amazing birthday and i hope this one makes you happy <33 and hi, everyone, just a quick reminder that requests are back open again! <33

YUUTA OKKOTSU. he's not much of a big birthday party type of person, but he'd do anything to make you happy. yuuta would go out of his way to ask people closest to you to help him arrange a birthday party — and with presents? he buys you one. only one. but it means a lot to him and he knows it will for you too.

he's such a cutie. he'd get everything in your favorite color, the cake, the confetti, the ribbons. whether it being the darkest color like black or the brightest colors like neon. he didn't care, as long as you're happy with it; nothing else really matters to him.

"yuuta, what's this?" you chuckled as you saw a [favorite color] balloon on the floor of your house.

he internally cursed realizing that the balloon wasn't even supposed to be there — and you did get a ghast of what was happening, but you just didn't have the heart to tell him about it and acted nonchalant.

the boy was so flustered he ended up grabbing the balloon and throwing it out of the front door before pulling you towards the living room where it was all a sudden rush of birthday power, as the lights flickered on, everyone you found dear was standing there with big smiles on their faces. congratulating your birth.

"happy birthday," yuuta squeezed your hand lightly, rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

"i love this. thank you," you tell him.

up to this day, he still doesn't know how you actually know about his surprise because of that balloon. but that doesn't really matter now, does it? at least you're happy — and yuuta is most certainly proud of himself for making you happy.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO. he prefers to keep things simple and private. he buys a cake, a confetti bomb, and a present for you. megumi usually comes over to you and knocked on your door, and you'd think this was a normal hang out, date, chilling and all.

but when you open the door, he pops the confetti bomb. right outside of your door — certainly, it leaves quite of a mess and he cleans it up afterwards (he doesn't want you to help, because he thinks it's your special day and you shouldn't be cleaning something he decided to do). but his celebrations are repeated, that the third time it happened, you had a vacuum prepared so he wouldn't have to hand pick every piece of the confetti.

megumi treats you like you're reigning on a throne on your special day. you want to grab a plate for the cake? he will do it for you. a fork for the cake? he will do it for you. cutting the cake into smaller slices? he will do it for you. taking pictures of you during the duo party? he got it under control.

"gumi, thank you. this means a lot to me," you tell him, halfway finished on your third slice of cake with frosting decorating the corner of your lips.

megumi swiped his thumb over the leftover frosting and licked it off his finger, smiling lightly, "you're welcome."

he hates to admit it — but he thinks that maybe next year he'd take you by surprise to make a bigger party, and he hated that the first person he thought of was gojo to ask for help to.

GOJO SATORU. he goes all out. and by that, he creates two parties. one with a lot of people close to you, and one just for you and him. he goes one week before your party to plan everything, asking his students to help him in the mean time (making them do almost half of the work).

gojo picks the best cake, and presents? don't you even worry about it — he'll go out of his way to get you the most jaw dropping thing that you never expected to get. what can i say? he loves spoiling his partner, and he's got the money to do so.

the big party, he's going all out, getting you a three layered cake decorated in the most beautiful icing and toppings. he reaches out to people close to you one-by-one, and even makes the invitation pretty for them. and he gets pretty upset when someone close to you tells him they couldn't come — but hey, at the end of the day, it's your happiness that matters most to him, so he shrugs it off.

he makes sure everything goes well, nobody fighting or making unnecessary drama during the party. and makes sure nobody says a thing to you about it, he could be annoying with it though. but can you blame him? he plans a big party and if someone lets out a word on it to you by accident or with full intentions? everyone would be pretty upset, no?

but thankfully, that has never happened before.

and as for the mini party, he goes even further with it. reserving the nicest, fanciest restaurant in the city with the best view. he makes sure everything in the menu will be something that you like — and if any of them has something you don't, he makes sure to tell it to the chef (even if it comes with extra charges after).

buys you a big bouquet of flower and surprises you with it during your dinner date, gives you another luxurious gift that night and it was honestly just the best thing ever.

honestly though, you can't even try to stop him anymore — he'd still do it in the next year.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[nariism]

something borrowed, something blue

pair. itoshi sae x gn!reader

content: childhood sweethearts, angst, angst, angst, NO COMFORT no happy ending i'm warning you, sae leaves for spain much later here, use of y/n once (1), not proofread

synopsis. it's his wedding day.

wc. 2.1k

everything you know about weddings comes from fairytale books.

you have fond memories of the days spent curled up in the lap of a woman whose name brings you to tears with nostalgia, kind and warm as she read to you.

the itoshi brothers' mother was good at painting pictures with words; animating true love's kiss, soulmates, princesses turning into frogs and back again.

even as a tiny child you knew they all ended the same way: wedding bells and happily ever after.

she was a poet in her own right, spelling out for you what love could possibly be. as a naive child, you believed her — put blind faith in the fact that love was always perfection, that it was something easy. it was something that fills you to the brim until you're overpouring, fantastical and rare and beautiful.

she sweet talked you into believing true love is something all people find one day.

it wasn't as simple as the stories she told you made it out to be. ironically, the person who taught you so always sat to her left at the dinner table.

itoshi sae was your first. he was your only. it wasn't a foreign or unknown emotion pounding at the confines of your ribcage every time he would take your hand and drag you along with him and rin to get ice cream.

it was cruelly familiar. an ode to their mother who was waiting on the front porch for them to return home to her. love.

you grew up next door to the itoshis. your most distant memories replay with the sounds of rin's laughter in the background. they were happy kids. happier than they ever would be again.

the window of your bedroom was directly across from sae's. it was there that secrets were whispered, falling on deaf ears to the sleeping world. things that only you and him would ever know. you spent seventeen summers sitting at your windowsill under starry night skies talking about menial things.

you planned your whole lives together at that conjunction of your homes; wooden furnishings in the kitchen with green accents, a garden full of hydrangeas, lanterns strung up amongst the trees. and he promised he would buy you anything and everything you wanted, lavish or not, "just because".

you spent your entire life in love with itoshi sae. with the idea of giving your heart and soul to him. that maybe he would do the same for you if given the chance.

when sae turned eighteen, he received a very, very important letter.

the paper was thick and fancy and lined with gold. there was an official seal at the bottom of it along with a signature he couldn't read.

you remember that day vividly. you'd relived his birthday for as many years as you were alive, after all.

he was sitting in front of his birthday cake with the candles blown out as he read it aloud. champagne popped, balloons flew, people clapped, the whole shebang. you made eye contact with him from where you were sat, directly across the table in your usual seat.

it was then that reality came crashing down on you.

you were always staring at his big back, and not once had he ever turned around. not once had he ever deemed you more important than his dreams. not once did he prove to you that he loved you like you loved him.

you fought that night. he broke your heart over a leftover slice of chocolate cake.

life goes on, as they say. every part of you yearned for sae like flowers wishing for rain. you left a piece of yourself in his bedroom all those years ago, half of your soul that you hoped would always haunt him.

(it did.)

it's a mundane tuesday afternoon when you get the text.

the number was saved on your phone from many years ago, but it's been so long since the chat was active that your previous messages have been automatically deleted.

rin: are you going?

your answer is instantaneous.

y/n: no. why?

it’s a long while before rin texts you back.

rin: mom wants you there

it's all the convincing you need. you would just have to grit your teeth and sit through it, no matter how painful. you don't blame their mother in the slightest; your relationship with sae was your best kept secret, after all. it would have created a mess if you dragged their mom into your fighting.

how could she have known that she was marrying off your one and only love to a complete stranger?

everything about him is beautiful today. he's rented out the biggest venue in the city, strung up with crystal chandeliers and fancy clothed tables. it's uptight and luxurious.

you can't help but realize that it looks absolutely nothing like what you used to talk about as kids.

"the colour scheme clashes with your eyes, you know."

you watch as he tenses up at your voice, eyes drifting from his suit to you in the reflection of the mirror.

"wasn't my choice," he tells you casually, as if nearly two decades of history doesn't exist between you.

"your tie is all messed up."

"it's good to see you, too."

you're quiet in response, sauntering over to him and reaching out to fix the knot in his tie. he allows you to touch him, for old time's sake. your fingers brush against his throat and he swallows.

sae knows everything about you. almost 90% of his childhood was spent by your side. he knows what colours you like, which ones you would have chosen for your own wedding theme. he knows what kind of cake you would have wanted, too.

he did his best to persuade his bride into choosing things that wouldn't remind him of you.

it was a futile attempt.

fate works in funny ways. no matter where he looks he sees you, and his shitty plan to make this wedding the complete opposite of what you would have wanted only made him miss you more.

what do you do with memories of someone who isn't yours anymore? he doesn’t know how to handle memorizing every part of you and not using it.

you were his biggest regret, without a doubt. if he hadn't accepted that team drafting, would you still be together? would you be laughing over chocolate cake and telling your friends how you and him are childhood sweethearts? soulmates?

sae has never been impulsive. he doesn't like to be. there's nothing beneficial about being reckless.

but then he sees you, and it feels like you were never apart. he's afraid he'll wake up only to find out you were just a dream built on distant memories. or maybe he'll wake up in your arms, seventeen again, as if the world never caught up to him.

he loves you and the gravity of that makes him weak in the knees.

his whole life has been carefully constructed, at least that's what most people think. the reality is that it's all a lie; carefully constructed doesn't matter if the house is made of wet paper.

there's something nostalgic about letting you fix his tie. it reminds him of when you were both ten and looked up online how to do a windsor knot, just for the fun of it.

silence fills the room as you fix his outfit, sloppily thrown together because he couldn't care less about how he looks when marrying someone he doesn't want. then he stupidly opens his mouth in a last ditch attempt to make you his, blaming this familiar feeling raging inside of him on the nostalgia you bring with you.

“can we talk?” he pleads quietly.

“what is there to talk about?”

“about us.”

“there is no us.” not anymore. he abandoned that notion many years ago on his eighteenth birthday.

he contemplates you for a moment, just staring at you with a finality in his eyes that you wish was there the night he broke your heart. if it was, maybe the story would have ended differently.

"run away with me. let's go somewhere far from here. i don't care what anyone else thinks anymore. i just need you. i need you."

he never stopped needing you, even when thousands of miles separated you.

you blink at him in surprise. there's consideration in your face as you look at him, completely dumbfounded by his sudden confession.

it's the first time you've spoken in years. in fact, it's the first time you've laid eyes on him since that night. 

he's throwing everything away to be with you. your heart breaks because half of you knows you shouldn’t, and the other half of you screams to take his hand and start new again.

"sae..." there it is. a fondness sweet as honey clinging to your throat when you speak his name for the first time in years. there's an expression cast on his face when you call for him, as if he's been put under a spell, bewitched by your voice. 

for a moment he genuinely believes you'll actually agree to do something so stupid and reckless. just once, pretending like your whole world isn't falling apart around you. hope glimmers in his eyes. but then:

"we can't." he’s too late.

"please," he begs, forehead knocking into yours. you recoil from him so fast that you take his breath and a piece of his soul away with you.

it's been years, yet here he stands with your heart clutched in his palms; greedy fingers digging into the rotten core of fruit. you belong to him — you always will, as sure as the sun rises every morning, as sure as the sky is blue.

he knows it, too. it only makes it hurt all the more.

there isn't a doubt in your mind that you love him still, utterly and all-consuming and never-ending. the very idea of being in love with itoshi sae after all this time makes you feel so sick you might keel over and throw up.

he's just a stranger standing in front of you. your heart shouldn't tug at the sight of his watering eyes.

"shut up and go get married, sae."

you leave him standing alone in that room. he lets you go.

it's not until he's standing at the altar that it dawns on him: sae doesn't know very much about weddings.

the more accurate truth would be that he doesn't know a lot of things outside of football. but he does know one thing: your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

so why does he feel like throwing up?

his bride-to-be doesn’t look at him. doesn’t speak to him. their relationship is obligatory and nothing else. a union rooted in their mothers’ old friendship. sae didn’t put up a fight when his mom called him over to introduce them. he didn’t say a word until they got up to leave.

(if he did open his mouth, he would have choked on his own vomit.

in all honesty he should have, because maybe he would have scared away his bride and this whole headache never would have happened.)

she’s pretty enough. but he doesn’t like her.

there are no feelings of love in his heart, no care for what his soon-to-be wife says or does. he’s surprised she hasn’t left him at the alter yet, considering how little they even acknowledge each other.

it’s a good enough reason to explain the emptiness inside of him; that he’s entering a loveless marriage because of his mom’s social networking. he has other reasons, but none of them mattered until you showed up at the door.

loneliness is a part of sae. something he grew familiar with, something that slept in the same empty bed as he did while he tripped over his own tongue learning how to speak spanish.

he never realized how disgustingly lonely he felt in his own relationship until he saw you again.

he's supposed to be happy. he's supposed to fall in love. but he can't. not when you're sitting ten feet away from him with your fingers clinging tightly to his mother's.

sae meets your eyes only for a moment. eighteen years of his life spent by your side rings in his ears; your laughter, your tears, every part of you painfully ripping through him.

you're his soulmate. it's always been you. there was only ever you. how could it be anyone else?

he swallows and it feels like a thousand nails dragging down his throat. regret melts his brain into mush. he wants to object his own marriage and you seem to sense that, because you give him the tiniest, most subtle shake of the head.

don’t, please. 

sae’s stomach sinks. there’s only one acceptable answer he can give the officiant right now:

"i do."

maybe in the next lifetime.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[biblio-smia]

sharing a kiss on their birthday + Mike Schmidt (thanks so much and congrats!)

thank you!! | part of v’s 800 follower celebration!

mike's birthdays have been small for a while. even as a child, he preferred to spend the day with his family rather than have a large birthday party with other kids. that had always been enough for him then, and it was enough for him now.

abby always liked to surprise him on his birthdays. usually, it was a special drawing, or a regifted piece of clothing she'd stolen from mike earlier in the year in leftover wrapping paper from the holidays. but each year, mike showed his appreciation with a big hug and a special dinner for just the two of them. and with that, he was happy.

but, this year, you had different plans.

it began small; you called mike as soon as it struck twelve to wish him a happy birthday. you would've felt remorse if you weren't familiar with mike's schedule - he was up at that hour, anyway.

mike had been shocked once he realized you had only called to wish him a happy birthday and not about anything important. he let out a dazed thank you, bemused at the pride mike heard in your voice once he confirmed that, yes, you had been the first to wish him a happy birthday.

mike had tucked himself into bed a little while later, partially confused about the level of concern you had for something as simple as wishing mike a happy birthday. mike racks his brain - perhaps you never celebrated your birthday how you wanted to as a child - but he dozes off before he can come to a reasonable conclusion.

mike doesn't realize that it is, in fact, not about you but entirely about him. while he prefers a quiet celebration, you're still going to find little ways to show mike the depth of the care you hold for him.

like with his birthday cake, for example.

a few candles stand comically tall along the rim of the cookie cake you've bought. mike isn't much of a cake guy, finding most frostings that decorate store-bought cakes to be too sweet. the prefers a giant cookie, especially appreciating the warmed-up leftovers it yields.

mike wears a tall party hat that has been designated for him by abby, a silver a gold cone with a string that's begun to leave a painful indentation around where it squeezes mike's head. he thinks of a wish when you instruct him to do so, holding onto it tightly before blowing an inaudible mouthing of it onto his candles. mike shoulders the task of pulling out the candles, careful of the hot wax beginning to drip down the sides. he doesn't remember the last time someone has bought him a cake and doesn't recall ever having one he's felt like was bought for him - usually, his birthday cakes were picked out with the tastes of others in mind. mike hasn't minded the decision to let abby have most of his cake for the past few years but finds the feeling in his chest when he takes a piece of the giant cookie to be warm and sweet.

but there's really no sweetness like the one in your eyes when you look at mike. it satisfies mike more than any cake could, the love in your eyes never dipping even as afternoon becomes night and plates are cleaned up. mike expects to catch you looking disengaged or at least tired - but the care your soft gaze holds for him has not stuttered for hours.

mike understands the unwavering attention that comes with birthdays to stay in the confines of a few-hour intervals of celebration. previously palatable for him, mike can't wrap his head around the attention that you've given him practically all day.

he suddenly worries he hasn't been all that receptive to it, now that abby has gone to bed and it's just you and him. mike recalls every little thing you've done for him today, everything that had made him feel special - and he still feels like he's missing some.

mike's not sure what to do now, feeling like a simple thank you isn't enough. knowing you, you'd probably smile if that was what he gave you but mike didn't think it was enough.

so he pulls you in now, a little awkwardly. mike, so deep in his thoughts, had not realized you’d been in the middle of saying something. your train of thought has been interrupted and your words falter, expectant eyes boring into mike as he holds you near him.

your arms automatically wrap around him like an instinct and you wait - patiently. you know mike to be poor with his words and can recognize when they fail him; it is especially telling when he stares at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly agape.

“i just… wanted to tell you…”

“mhmm?” you encourage gently.

mike stutters a few beginnings of words but isn’t quite able to string them together. your hands squeeze his shoulders but mike sighs in defeat. he manages to look up at you, though, pulling you in for a kiss.

communication is key. but when words fail, sometimes substitutes are necessary. mike tries, now, to convey how grateful he is for today, to apologize for how strange he can become when someone shows him love.

when mike pulls away he’s not sure he’s managed to say everything he wanted to say - some things simply can’t replace the sincerity of words. but you kiss mike again, quickly, not giving him the chance to reciprocate the love you give so freely - instead, you force mike to take it.

it’s strange to mike, something he is still unable to accept. there’s something in him that tells him to give more than he takes, though he can’t help but feel the strong contradiction you bring with you.

it’ll send mike into a frenzy if he allows it. so he doesn’t - at least not tonight. he lets you pull him into your shoulder and ask him about his day as if you didn’t spend most of it with him.

mike desperately wants, more than anything, to get used to this. though, with time, he thinks his wish will come true.

[teddypines]

To Scotland, (the aftermath part 2)

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Summary: The team made it to Scotland in one piece, getting the warmest welcome from the MacTavish family. It was time for healing, some fun and little outings.

Note: Soap's place of birth and his parents names are made up by me and my friend, because i couldn't find anything canon, so headcanon it is. Also part 3 will get more little outings and maybe more.

The aftermath part 1

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Location: Scotland, Stirling, countryside near Drip Bridge. Soap’s parents home.

Date: November 4th 20XX

Soap’s mom, Fiona, walked down the porch as Johnny walked over to the house with some of the bag’s. “Johnny, sweetpea!” She yelled while opening her arms for a hug. “Hey, mom.” Johnny answered once he let go of the bag’s and was safely in his mothers arms. “Missed ya, Mom.”

John walked over to Johnny and his mother with the other bag’s while Simon and Y/N helped Kyle walk after them. “OWh and look at them, you sure picked them out didn’t ya.” Fiona marveled as she looked at the others. “You three sure are handsome and you dear are an angel.” Fiona complimented the other four. “Now come in, come in, you all are probably tired from your trip here and everything that happened before. I have tea and cake inside.” 

After Fiona got to hug and greet everyone and the bags were all inside and taken care of. Everyone gathered into the living room, Johnny quickly sat down in his usual spot before helping his mom with tea and the cake. Fiona made her famous apple pie for everyone, wanting them to feel welcome and loved.

Kyle was still a bit out of it, the pain meds were less heavy but his mind was still a bit foggy. He lay his head onto Y/N’s shoulder as he sat between her and John, nice and safe as the others talked over tea. Of course Soap’s dad, Callum, wanted to know everything about the mission, the escape and what happened at the safehouse. He didn’t get everything he wanted to know, but he got what the team was allowed to tell family and loved ones.

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After tea and cake everyone took it easy. John took Kyle upstairs for a nap, because the poor man really needed one. Simon joined Kyle after about 45 minutes. He needed a nap too. Fiona went to work on dinner, wanting to make a feast for her son’s safe return home and to celebrate his loved ones. Y/N went with Johnny and his dad to check on the animals and John started helping Fiona after a while of letting Kate know everything was okay in Scotland.  

Of course Y/N adored the sheep the MacTavish family kept. They were all so fluffy and adorable, like little walking clouds. Johnny was lucky when he caught the moment of Y/N holding one of the younger sheep in her lap on camera. Saving it for a rainy day and sharing it with the boy’s in their private group chat. Callum only loved it that Johnny’s partner loved the sheep just as much as he and his family did.

Monty, the barn cat, got the same kind of attention from Y/N as the sheep did. But Monty got the privilege of going back inside with Johnny, Callum and Y/N, while the sheep had to stay inside the barn for the night. 

Dinner was nice and homey. It did bother Simon a bit and even John was struggling with this loving and warm feeling a parent could give. Fiona’s food was delicious as always and to her own delight there were no leftovers. Y/N helped Johnny with the dishes as the others went to do their own thing again until tea time.

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The moment Johnny’s head hit his pillow something felt wrong. He was so used to having his loved ones in the same big bed as him when they were out of the field. Yet now he lay alone in his childhood bed, it just felt wrong. Even Though the others where in the two bedrooms across the hall, he missed them. Their warmth and closeness. Johnny was debating on going to one of the bedrooms to sleep there, but he was shaken out of his thoughts when his door opened. 

“Johnny?” Y/N whisper asked once she got closer to the bed. Johnny slowly nodded his head. “What is it, bonnie?” “I can’t sleep… Kyle moved to sleep with Simon and John and I feel so cold without one of you next to me.” Y/N answered. Johnny quickly opened the covers for Y/N and let her crawl into bed with him. They didn’t need words to understand what they both needed. And thus Johnny rubbed Y/N’s thigh as she hugged him. The two of them fell asleep like this, both not so cold and lonely anymore.

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Location: Scotland, Stirling, countryside near Drip Bridge. Soap’s parents home.

Date: November 5th 20XX

Today was an easy chill day. The most everyone did was the necessary things, like taking care of Kyle and the animals. There was time to take it easy and to not worry about doing everything in a short time limit. It was nice, Johnny updated his journal. Simon was watching tv with Kyle and John was taking an old man nap with Callum. Y/N took the time to call her family. Telling them she is safe in Scotland and that Kyle and Simon are getting better by the day.

Later that day, around tea time Johnny was looking through the list of dvd’s. “Mom? Do you still have that one movie? You know the one used to love as a kid?” Johnny asked as he tried to find something to watch. “The one with the dog’s or the one with Hugh Jackman as a rat?” Fiona answered from the kitchen. “The one with the dog, but the scary one.” Johnny answered. This interaction confused John a bit, but he also loved it. He knew Johnny could communicate in a nonsensical way that made sense at the same time, but he never saw it happen like this. He saw it happen with Simon and Y/N, but that was different from this with Fiona.

“You mean the one with the penguin?” Callum asked Johnny as he looked back at his son. “What? No, it was a chicken right? Right?” Johnny asked, now even more confused than before. “It was a penguin, he just looked like a chicken because of the glove on his head and you are looking for 'Wallace and Gromit in the wrong trouser.'” Y/N answered, not even looking up from her phone. “And no, I did not just google this.”

Johnny slowly nodded his head. “Yeah.. That one.” He responded before searching for it in the dvd stand. “How? How do you know that is the film I was talking about?” Johnny asked after a long moment of silence. “I watched those too as a kid.” Y/N answered with a shrug. She shifted a bit, making Kyle groan. “Sorry, love.” Y/N whispered to Kyle. “Besides it’s a national treasure, not knowing Wallace and Gromit is like not knowing the queen. And not everyone on the team had a shittie childhood, Johnny. No offense Simon.” Simon just nodded. “None taken”

“Sooo… What is this I hear about Hugh Jackman as a rat?” Kyle asked as he shifted his head against Y/N’s thigh. Johnny turned red as Kyle asked him about the Hugh Jackman rat. Fiona could only smile as she walked into the living room with a tray and everything for tea and a movie on it. “Well, Kyle, Somewhere in the early years of Johnny’s life he watched an animated movie about sewer rats with the male lead being voiced by Hugh Jackman. My baby boy had to watch the movie every weekend and once he found out Hugh Jackman was in it he had to watch every movie with him in it. Some might say Johnny boy had a crush and a gay awakening.” Johnny whined in embracement. “Mom~ Stop! They don’t need to know about that” Johnny said only for everyone to laugh at his reaction. 

“I get it, Johnny boy. Mister Hughs Jacked Man is very nice to look at.” Y/N said as she started to run her hand through Kyle’s hair. “Yeah and he was totally hot in Australia, the movie not the country.” Kyle agreed. “And in X-Men.”

“Yeah, yeah I get it, just stop!” Johnny whined and hid his head in his hand. Fiona could only laugh. “Owh and don’t forget your little crush on that Legolas guy.”

“No! mom! Shush! Don’t tell them about that!”

“Legolas, hu?” John asked with a teasing smirk on his face. “He is a very handsome man, elf, okay?!” Johnny answered. “No no, you're right, Legolas is very handsome.” John reassured Johnny. “I really liked that Aragorn fella,” Simon commented to which Fiona nodded. “I agree with that, Aragorn is a good man.” 

And so the rest of the evening was spent talking about celebrity men, and women and the plants the team had for the next day. 

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Location: Scotland, Stirling, Stirling castle.

Date: November 6th 20XX

Y/N had the little map and info brochure in hand as John paid for the tickets. It was like Y/N was the mom with how much she had to look up to make sure Johnny and Simon didn’t get into any trouble with the other people that were walking around the castle. Kyle looked over Y/N’s shoulder and smiled. “Can we go there after looking around the castle?” He asked as he pointed at a little café icon on the map. “Yeah, sure, wait… You really want to go to the Unicorn Café?” Y/N asked to which Kyle nodded. “Yes, besides it’s the only café they have here.”

Simon and Johnny gathered around Y/N and Kyle. “We are going into the little shop’s right?” Johnny asked. “Of course we are.” John answered as he came back with the tickets. “Now, one rule boy’s. Do not touch it if it doesn’t say you can touch it.” The boy’s nodded their heads and Y/N giggled. “So I can touch everything?” she asked with a cheeky smile on her face. “Oi, don’t get smart with me Princess.” John warned before taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to the castle like she was it’s queen.

[astroanesidora]

🎂Happy Birthday Isabeau From ISAT! 🎉

⚠️ISAT SPOILERS.(Minor Act Two and Up/ Big Act Six Spoilers!!) PLEASE do go play/checkout this game!!✨

Anyhoo!! Lol not much of a writer.. Soo this will probably not be greatest of work, mistakes here n there I just had a rush of motivation, oh well enjoy ig!✨

Sprite/Game art by InsertDisc5 aka Adrienne!

Birthday Image is from Unsplash!

(It's Isabeau's Birthday today.)

You remember because Mirabelle and them had all gathered together to discuss it when Isabeau was out elsewhere. You all came together a week before and talked about getting gifts for Isa's special day.

And so here you are all at this rental lakeside house for the next few days. Floralbreeze Lake is the name of this place, named after windy weather and with all of the flowers that always grew all year. A perfect, serene place for any occasion. The house rent price was 50 but as Saviors of Vaugarde, they were given a pass for their saving everyone quest. The owner's way of gratitude for saving the world.

Everyone's here in the big living room which shares space with the kitchen and a fire place. Isabeau is sitting at the wooden countertop with Bonnie, who's a few feet away near the stove, who's busy at cooking up some food for the occasion!

( The scent of cooked veggies and baked fish fills the air. The clanking noise of metal and sizzling of oil.)

There was some baked fish, vegetable stir fry and vegetable beef stew, some drinks and sweets like White Chocolate Mousse and White Chocolate Cake for Isabeau. The white chocolate dishes were Bonnie's gift to Isabeau. Mirabelle sits down next to Bonnie and Odile takes the other side, leaving Siffrin to sit at Isabeau's side and Siffrin was more happy to have it this way.

Siffrin watches as Odile takes a slice of baked fish, Mirabelle scoops some stew into a small bowl and Bonnie takes a small serving of stir fry, Isabeau gets some of fish and Siffrin, himself takes a nice serving of stir fry. They all eventually take portions of all dishes expect for desserts since that's for later. Everyone is occupied with eating and chatting, enjoying the warm, cozy atmosphere.

( Everything tastes so good! As always Bonnie did a great job!)

Bringing another piece of fish to your mouth, and so you chew and savor the flavor. Your fork sinks into a carrot and then into another piece of fish, you eat both, listening into the conversations around you as usual. Mirabelle is happily gushing away about her favorite books with Odile, Bonnie's listening to one of Isabeau's stories as a Defender. You gaze sweeps upon your family members as you finish up your last bits of your meal. You take a sip of water before settling down in your chair. You reach into your pockets, to double check your gift to Isa, a wooden figure of him in his fighting position. Your hands pet against the smooth and carefully carved wood after getting some assurance to clear away your doubts. You put your empty dish to the side to make some room.

Bonnie and Isabeau finish up after you and Odile and Mira do the same sometime after the other two. You and Mira volunteer to gather the dirty dishes while Bonnie and Odile, and Isa put away the leftovers somewhere. You put the three plates and utensils into the sink, Mira puts the remaining dishes along with it. The dishes will be washed later, for now you all have a birthday to celebrate.

Odile and Bonnie bring over the desserts, Isabeau has a excitied and joyful look in his eyes as he sits down again. You put the candles into the cake, Mira is the one to light them up, the cake is pushed closer to Isabeau.

"Happy Birthday Isabeau!" Mirabelle beamed.

"Happy Birthday Za!! Don't forget to make a wish!!" Bonnie rejoiced with their arms in the air.

"Happy Birthday Isabeau." Odile added, adjusting her glasses.

(You breathe in and out. It's your turn.)

"Happy Birthday Isa." You say in a gentle and kind tone.

Isabeau smiles delightfully at everyone, a small hint of blush showing on his cheeks.

"Thanks everyone! I really appreciate it. This is the best birthday anyone could ask for!" Isabeau thanked, Isabeau closes his eyes for a few moments before blowing out the candles. A small round of applause and cake is about to be sliced and given out to everyone. Mira is the one to slice the cake, giving Isabeau the slice with extra berries.

Everyone gets a slice of the white chocolate cake eventually. You decide to skip out on this one but you do snag a few berries for yourself from Isabeau and the others. Isabeau also takes the mousse once Bonnie hands one to him.

Presents are next, Bonnie explains that the white chocolate desserts were their gift to Isabeau, Isabeau gives an extra thanks Bonnie for the desserts. Odile pulls out her gift, it's something small and wrapped in simple wrapping paper, Mira's gift seems somewhat big, hidden under slanted lined wrapping paper with a small bow on top.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the wooden figure, and hold it firmly. Isabeau looks around excitedly, he smiles so brightly and his eyes sparkle with delight. Isabeau moves his hands towards to you, you hand over the wooden figure of him. His face shines even brighter at the sight of your gift.

You meet his gaze without tucking away into your cloak or hat. The wood figure of Isabeau is smooth and clean, chipped and carved into perfection with small noticeable details like his earrings, indents for his fist, clothing. Isabeau holds it with great care, a quick glance with a mix of his "fufufu" and "Really" expression over at Odile, and Odile shoots a amused look back.

"Thanks Sif, I love it." Isa murmurs to you with a smile.

Odile goes next, she shoves over her gift across the countertop. "Here you go, Isabeau." Odile stated.

Isabeau grabs it and pulls off the paper, revealing the hidden contents. It's a small wooden sewing kit, with some simple leaf patterns decor within was some threads of different shades, clips and needles and a pair of small scissors with some other sewing materials that you can't remember are called.

"Whoa!!! Thank you Madam!" Isabeau bellowed, a hand examining the sewing contents while the other hand secures your gift. Isabeau scans through the small box, he closes it and gives another thanks as Odile nods and Isabeau puts the box and figure safely to the side.

Mirabelle excitedly gives her gift to Isabeau next. Isabeau rips off the paper, Two books now sit on the countertop. They're new books, all nice and clean in good condition and having that classic new book scent. "Ummm! I hope you like them!" Mira speaks with a grin.

"Ooh! Two new books and they're about romance!! I can't wait to give these two a read when I can!" Isabeau responded with joy and excitement. He flips over the books a few times to get a close look at them. Getting in quick looks as Isabeau flips through the pages. He puts all his gifts together, the books sit besides the sewing box and the Isabeau figure rests upon one of the book covers.

Isabeau signals everyone to come in closer to him for a group hug, Odile gives her amused expression again, Mirabelle's expression glows with delight and Bonnie smiles, arms in the air like they're cheering. Isa looks at you, getting that confirmation from you, you give a nod.

You all come together, Isabeau's arms wrap around all of your family members. Your arms and everyone's arms wrap around Isabeau, everyone embraces with love, care and warmth. Like a cozy warm blanket shielding against the cold. Everyone's happy and everything's good.

[renxholics]

❝ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ! ❞

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ❞

﹟scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. although the holiday known as “christmas” does not exist in twisted wonderland, you decide to take matters into your own hands and have some holiday fun with your friends before winter break. platonic ortho. part i. ii. iii.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐀 ＋ 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐌𝐄𝐍

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ after such an eventful evening, you find yourself well rested and prepared for the next list of things to do for today. grabbing carrots from the fridge, scarves and buttons, you look at the text you received on your phone. perfect, your scarabia friends were here on time just as you instructed. time for snowmen!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Kalim was nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement as he hovered over jamil’s bed at seven in the morning. he spent a good half hour annoying his vice dorm leader with how hyper he was while getting ready and even two scarves did not prevent his ramblings from escaping. by the time he arrives at Ramshackle, he tackles you in a hug with his smile beaming ear to ear. he’s so happy you wanted to spend time with him, not just that, but you wish to build snowmen because you thought he may even it since he’s from the Scalding Sands. when he finally gets off you and calms down, which takes a bit, he’s laughing and trying to build a massive snowman with with you. it gets so big to the point you’re both struggling to roll the snow anymore, having to lift the pieces together with magic. he joins you in making miny snowmen friends for him, giving snowman kalim his gloves. he’s sad to leave, but agrees when you promise to send photos of them to him later.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Jamil is the voice of reason and looks unimpressed by your excitement to build snowmen together, but inwardly is freaking out. he’s a bit too used to fretting over Kalim that’s all, he’s not going out of his way to make sure you ate that morning with some leftovers he made for breakfast, whether you’re cold and warming your hands in his, or fixing your scarf each time you mess it up. excluding all of this, he rather enjoys seeing you happy and is happy himself that you wanted to spend time together before they returned for winter break. he’s the one that does the magic lifting, being the most proficient, and is oddly proud of this weird huge snowman you four had built. ah, and don’t forget, he’s also not blushing over how you placed your little snowman next to his smiling up at him from your crouched positions as you say that they were sharing some carrots between each other. when it comes time to drag Kalim away, he waves you off and tells you to text him over break if you need anything.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄＋𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ after all your fun, you said your goodbyes at the mirror room as Jamil dragged Kalim back to their dorm. snuggling Grim, you head over to pomefiore, greeting the most fashionable figure skaters in twisted wonderland, hopefully they skated as good as they looked!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Vil rejected the idea of playing in the snow almost immediately until he listened to your explanation and he also saw your sad puppy eyes. everyone would want to spend time with the Vil Schoenheit, he’s very busy especially preparing for break, but he could spare a few humble hours for you so long as he’s not actually touching the dirty snow, only skating in it. his makeup is done for a perfect winter look and he had custom skating costumes designed not only for him, Rook, and Epel, but also for you to change into. he can’t let you look bad while standing next to him, so make sure to take good care of what he got for you, prefect. his every movement on the ice is graceful as well, it were a piece of cake for him. if you’re still struggling to keep up with him, he wouldn’t mind giving you a little lesson if you ask really nicely. by the end of your little hangout he’s already bringing you back inside pomefiore for a little spa session, making you take a warm bath, fixing your clothes and makeup. don’t go getting a cold on him while he’s gone, alright?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Rook jumped from a tree and spoke French about your wonderful idea when you first proposed it, delighted his dorm leader gave you his approval. he’s there from the mirror entrance to take you to the skating area, dressed all pretty with sparkling eye shadow, singing praise in your direction about your own attire and skating skills no matter the level. he had never skated, so he claims, but perfects it almost instantly within a few minutes, at some point taking your hand and twirling you around on the ice for a little bit, preferring to watch you skate instead. he also might of let it slip on “accident”, not an actual accident, that Vil had gone out of his way to use his magic to make the skating area, and did his makeup specifically today to catch someone’s eye. by the end session he’s drying Grim off with a suspicious glint in his eyes before turning back to you, ready to take you to your next destination like the gentleman he is.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Epel liked the idea of spending time with you, but would of preferred it to be one on one rather than with his fellow dorm members. he’s excited to do something with you regarding snow since his home town is full of it, he might be able to impress you in a snowball fight, but you had to pick something he had no idea about, figure skating. he’s gagging internally when he wears his outfit that he does look good in, and he’s slipping and falling on the ice as Vil looks at him with utter disappointment, he knows he’s not the favorite as both him and Grim struggle off to the side as you get private lessons. he’s frown changes to a smile in a heartbeat, however, the second you skate up to him and begin skating with him as you both tumble a little bit, him gripping you each time he’s about to fall. despite probably looking like a fool compared to his dormmates, he’s ecstatic to have you laughing and playing with him until it’s time for you to shower up and leave, waving a shy and polite goodbye to you under Vil’s watchful eye. if you want, he’d be happy to take you back home during the break! his granny does love you.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 ＋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ waving off your favorite hunter, you make your way to Ignihyde all fluffy and ready to cuddle. as you approach the technology dorm, ignihyde,you are found by Ortho and are immediately taken to Idia’s room. lights dim as ever, full screen, and plenty of blankets and pillows thrown on his bed! it’s finally time for cheesy movies.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Idia freaked out the second he heard his phone ding with a notification, displaying it was a text, an actual text from a living person and not about takeout, you. he panics as he reads your message asking to if you could set up a time to watch some movies with him and Ortho for a tradition in your world, making a few typos as he responds quickly that he would, then panicking that he may sound too obsessive, which he is. in the lead up to your arrival, he’s gone and looked up all sorts of reviews for your “cheesy movies”. excessive power of friendship, too much family love, gross and too cute romance, and more. purposefully bad ratings like you asked for! he’d normally never watched these and he’s internally cringing the entire time while watching when he’s no longer conscious of your every move, sitting on his bed cuddling up into him using his blanket while you’re dressed up so nice, however just once he made an exception for his favorite normie. when it comes to the end he sends his tablet to walk you home, face planting into his bed as he blushes like a school girl having her first crush. you’re really too cruel to play with his heart like that, prefect.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Ortho was super happy to be included! unlike his brother who was freaking out the entire time, he scanned the internet for movies with your interests you sent, cuddling into the other side of his brother as the three of you watch the movies together. he’s making little comments about how terrible the movie plot is, but is relatively interested along with you, happy to you seem to be happy, along with his older brother! him and quite a few ignihyde members have been waiting for you two to grow closer, he even leaves you two alone for awhile to fetch some drinks and snacks, watching as you cuddle into Idia a bit more, mission success. truly, he’s the best brother in this school. after all the fun has ended, he walks you to your dorm with a bright smile asking to do it again in the future, and to enjoy your winter break. when he returns, he’s cleaning up and consoling his beet red brother.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ how time flies when in the company of friends, well, it’s time to say goodbye! thanking Ortho and Idia’s tablet at the door, you and Grim plop straight into bed. comfy and cozy, you find yourself drifting off into sleep. rest well, prefect dearest. tomorrow will be even busier, a day of giving and receiving… with many different surprising faces.

following channels [tag list] : @h0n3ysgh0st : i have been listening to renai circulation on loop. nothing to do with the fic but just thought it was necessary to share. i also have no bias for pomefiore in case anyone assumes. also reached over a hundred followers in exactly two weeks, thank you! pretty sure that’s my quickest record.

[allfryam]

Spider-fat part 1

Peter was your average college student. He liked sports, did well in most of his classes, and had plenty of friends. But he had one big secret. He was Spider-Man. He had never told anyone. Many people were beginning to become suspicious however. This was mainly because of his amazing body. Peter had rock hard abs and bulging biceps. His toned muscles were all formed because of being Spider-Man. His friends would ask him how he was able to look so good without ever going to the gym. Peter just brushed it off as good genes.

After months of peters friends questioning him, peter decided to come up with a plan to stop them. While being Spider-Man had lots of perks, it also had some drawbacks. Peter had an enormous appetite. He could clear a buffet without breaking a sweat. Of course, he had to control himself or he would gain weight. And who ever heard of a fat Spider-Man. But this gave peter an idea. If he put on a few pounds, people would stop suspecting him as Spider-Man.

the next day, peter went crazy. For breakfast, he ate 10 pancakes drenched with butter and syrup, as well as a dozen scrambled eggs. And he washed it all down with a pint of orange juice. Peter liked the feeling of being full. His tight stomach made him feel confident. On his lunch break, Peter was still a little full from breakfast but he knew he couldn’t stop eating. There was a McDonald’s across the street from his office that he decided to go to. Peter ordered a Big Mac, 3 large fries, and a large coke. “14.85” said the cashier. “I’m not done” said Peter. The cashier looked shocked, but a little intrigued as Peter ordered 20 nuggets, a double quarter pounder, and a large chocolate shake for dessert.

Peter picked up a pizza on the way home and ate the entire thing by himself. He went to bed rubbing his tight stomach.

as the weeks passed, peter had gained about 20 pounds. His six pack had turned into a sizable gut, and his ass was a little thicker too. Peter decided it was a good stopping point to get people off his trail. He tried to eat a small breakfast but he was too hungry. He decided that one more day wouldn’t hurt so he ate his usual massive breakfast. Peter had began to develop a relationship with the cashier at McDonald’s because he would go everyday on his lunch break. Kevin, the cashier, had invited peter over for dinner that night, and Peter couldn’t turn up free food. Peter showed up with an empty stomach, and a button up shirt that was beginning to feel a little tight. Kevin welcomed him and Peter saw the massive spread that he had prepared. There was an entire chicken, baked potatoes, turkey, loads of vegetables, and burgers. Peter was almost drooling at the sight of all of the food. He took a seat and loaded his plate with a mountain of delicious food. Peter was in a hungry daze as he shoved handfuls of fettening food into his expanding gut. Peter was stuffed. He leaned back in his chair and let out a massive burp. “I can’t eat another bite” he said. “But look at all these leftovers. I would hate to have to throw them away.” Kevin said. Not wanting to make a bad impression, Peter reluctantly continued to eat. With every bite he could feel the buttons on his shirt getting tighter. He finished the rest of the food and he felt like he could pass out. Peter sat in his chair groaning as Kevin walked into the kitchen. What else could he possibly be getting? A few minutes later, he came back with a platter of desserts. It contained pies, cakes, muffins, pastries, cookies, and more. It was the most appetizing dessert peter had ever seen. “I don’t think I can…” Peter said. “Come on… sugar expands your stomach. It won’t even make you feel full.” Before peter could protest, Kevin had scooped two pieces of pie, a scoop of ice cream, and a thick slice of cake onto peters plate. Peter slugged his way through the desserts, giving up on silverware. He decided to just use his hands to shove his dessert filled hands into his mouth. As Peter shoveled the last bite of cake into his mouth, he felt a pop. He looked down to see a button had popped off his shirt, revealing his tight, fuzzy belly. Kevin decided it would be best for Peter to stay at his house for the night.

to be continued…

[drpeppertummy]

Stuff val with a sickly sweet dessert >:3

Mean 2 Him .

[post-stuffing stuffing, tummyache, one little passing emeto mention but only in dialogue nothing actually happens]

Val crept slowly into the dark kitchen. The clock on the microwave read 1:48. What a slowpoke, he thought; the alarm clock had read 1:40 when he'd slipped out of bed, although the microwave was likely off a few minutes. Silently, he snuck over to the counter beside the fridge where the siren song had been coming from, and with quiet, careful hands, he unclasped the lid of the container.

Val had made a big dinner for the family that night, so big, in fact, that despite all the leftovers they'd put away, his belly was still full hours later. It grumbled softly as it worked to digest the enormous meal, and he placed a hand on it. It was still considerably bloated, but that wasn't going to stop him. As quietly as he could, Val cut himself a slice of cake.

He'd made the cake to follow dinner, and as much as he'd been looking forward to it, he'd been the only one unable to eat any. He'd drastically overestimated his capacity, as he sometimes had a tendency to do when good food was involved, and the meal had left him so full that his tightly-stretched stomach ached. Too stuffed to eat another bite, he'd been stuck watching as everybody else enjoyed the cake, sadly resigning himself to the fate of waiting. Connie, feeling sorry for her poor overstuffed husband, had offered him a tiny bite from her piece, but even that had seemed too much at the time.

Val closed up the container. The piece he'd cut was a little bigger than intended, but that was alright. Holding his plate in one hand and a fork in the other, he leaned back against the counter, his tummy poking out sweetly against his soft, loose pajama shirt, and dug in.

The cake was fabulous. Val felt very pleased with himself; he always made good desserts, but he thought this might be one of his best ones yet. It was soft and chocolatey and just rich enough, three layers with a lovely ganache and topped with chocolate shavings. His stomach gave a warning gurgle, but he ignored it.

It wasn't until halfway through the slice that Val really felt stuffed again. He'd had enough time to digest after dinner that he was no longer full to bursting, but after being topped off with the midnight snack, the unpleasant tightness was beginning to return to his stomach. He had a good-sized chunk of cake left, though, and he supposed he'd have to finish it. He couldn't just put it back; Connie would know he'd been creeping about eating cake in the middle of the night, and something about that felt shameful. Discarding it certainly wasn't an option either. With a soft little sigh of discomfort, he scooped up another bite and pushed on.

As he ate, Val silently scolded himself for getting such a big piece. It was too much sugar for his already precarious belly, and he was beginning to feel a little ill. His stomach gurgled unhappily at the unwelcome addition. Looking down, he noticed his tummy poking out even further than it had been, a taut little bump beneath his thankfully oversized shirt. Really, it was Connie's shirt; he had a habit of borrowing her clothes when he wanted to feel extra cozy, and she didn't mind it one bit. Right now, however, he wasn't feeling particularly cozy at all. He felt bloated and sick and far too full. He only had a tiny bit of cake left, though, and at this point, he supposed he may as well finish. Reluctantly, he ate another bite.

"Val?" Val jumped at the voice, a goofy little yip escaping him as he tried to stifle a scream. Connie snorted.

"Jesus Christ, Val, I didn't mean to scare you," she laughed, approaching him. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, just making sure the fridge is working." He patted the side of it. "Yep, looks like everything's in order."

"Yeah, sure," she chuckled, rolling her eyes. "And did you empty it out, too, or is that all cake?" She poked his rounded tummy and he let out a little groan.

"I should've just waited," he said, rubbing his aching belly. Connie reached out and placed a hand on the side of his belly. She winced at how tight it felt.

"Sheesh, I'll say," she said, and his stomach groaned in agreement. Desperate to relieve some of the pressure, he tried to force up a burp, but only a tiny, sickly one came out. It didn't help. His tummy gurgled pitifully.

"Oh, you knucklehead," said Connie, her voice gentle and sympathetic. She took the plate from him--all that remained on it was a little smear of chocolate--and set it in the sink, then put an arm around his waist, resting her hand on his belly. Feeling awful, he wrapped his arms around her and laid his head against her shoulder.

"Think you can brush your teeth without puking it all up in the sink?"

"Not a chance."

"Alright," she chuckled, gently patting his sore tummy. "Let's go to bed."

[thebisexualdogdad]

Frosting isn't just good for cake - Isaac Lahey x M!Reader

Isaac wasn't a fan of his birthday, it wasn't something he really got to celebrate as a kid.

You attempted to throw him a surprise party last year and as much as he appreciated the effort you put into it just wasn't his thing so this year you went for a much more chill approach.

You got take out from his favorite restaurant, watched his favorite movies and made him his favorite cake.

After eating two very big pieces of cake he opened his gift which was an expensive jacket he had been looking at for months that led to a thank you make out on the couch.

"You want to take this to the bedroom?" He asks with a grin.

"I'll meet you there, I'm gonna clean up," you tell him.

"Don't be too long," he says, kissing you once more before heading to the bedroom.

You take the empty food containers and cake plates to the kitchen, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge for after what's about to come when you spot the container of leftover frosting.

This gives you an idea.

Frosting isn't just good for cake.

You excitedly make your way to the bedroom where you find Isaac already naked in bed stroking himself.

"Whatcha got there?" He asks.

"Wanna play with some frosting?" You question, raising an eyebrow with a grin.

"Well it is my birthday after all," he smiles.

You remove your clothes and join him in bed, kissing him some more and sitting in his lap.

You open the container of frosting and dip your finger inside, swiping a big pile of frosting and covering his nipples with it.

Isaac's nipples were quite sensitive and they instantly grew hard at the coldness of the frosting.

You let the frosting settle on his chest while you leave a trail of frosting down his neck before licking it clean.

Another trail goes down his sternum which is soon gone and Isaac moans.

"Oh shit," Isaac groans when you finally lick the frosting off one of his nipples.

You switch to the other one, your tongue cleaning off his nipple and sucking on it.

His hips buck upwards when your teeth tug on his nipple and his hard cock is pressing against your ass.

"Y/N I need you," he sighs as you continue giving attention to his chest.

You set the container to the side and raise your hips allowing Isaac to tease you with the tip of his cock.

He guides his cock inside you when you lower back down into his lap and he moans when you start rolling your hips.

You plant your hands on his chest still sticky from the frosting while he's laid back in the pillows and steady yourself so you can begin bouncing in his lap.

"Does that feel good baby?" You ask him knowing full well it does.

"Fuck it feels so good," he sighs, taking hold of your waist.

One of his hands finds its way to your ass and gives you a good squeeze, Isaac loving the way your cock is swinging around.

The room is full from the sounds of your moans while you ride him for the next several minutes.

"Baby I'm gonna cum," you say when your orgasm approaches.

Isaac takes your cock in his hand and firmly jerks you off until you're cumming all over his stomach and chest.

You slow your movements but still make deep thrusts which makes Isaac cum, milking every last drop out of him and filling you up.

Isaac groans when you get off of him and see his cum dripping from your ass.

"God you are so hot," he tells you.

"Want to take a shower before we go to bed? Maybe I'll give you a birthday blowjob," you wink at him as you head towards the bathroom.

"This is the best birthday ever," he says, excitedly following behind you.

[creachureboy]

4 Moments with Pyro

Notes

Pyro + reader !

Intended platonically, but can be read romantically

Pyro with he/they pronouns

Last slice of Cake

You and Pyro made a mad dash to the kitchen, practically scrambling over each other as you rushed in. Pyro threw the fridge door open and you peeked around their shoulder to find that the cake Ms Pauling bought the mercs the night prior was..

Well it was there. Just in shambles.

Not only was there barely any left, but the single slice left seemed more like a blob than a slice. Leave it to the mercs to not cut it into proper slices like normal people.

Either way, you both stared at it eagerly. Pyro stuck their hand in the fridge, took a crumb, and stuck it under their mask to have a taste. You watched them in anticipation, relieved to know that the cake didn't somehow become radioactive overnight.

You both took out the plate with the last.. piece. And pretty much threw it on the counter before glancing between each other. Pyro pulled out their fire axe from who knows where, carefully cutting it in two in the middle.

They eagerly put the axe down and clapped their hands, before he took one half and it disappeared under their mask. You followed suit, taking a big bite into the leftover cold cake.

It may have been in shambles, but it was just as tasty as it was yesterday!

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Solider walk in, saying something about wanting cake. You and Pyro glanced at each other, both of your mouths still muffled with cake, not even needing a moment to run out the door past Soldier together. Neither of you cleaned up the evidence as Soldier ran after you. As if that would make the cake suddenly reappear.

Scrubadub

The last thing you expected when going on a walk with Pyro was rain, especially in the New Mexico desert.

A light trickle quickly became a downpour, as Pyro grabbed your hand and practically dragged you back to base, mumbling something about not wanting you to get sick.

They were dragging you so fast, you had no clue how your legs didn't give in. But eventually, a puddle decided to be your doom, causing you to slip and fall into mud.

You closed your eyes tight on impulse to prevent it from getting in your eyes, Pyro responding by scooping you up and continuing to run along.

You pawed at your face, trying to wipe the dirt and mud off, before realising you were only spreading it more.

Before you knew it, the sound of the storm crashing around you turned into one crashing on the ceiling.

Your eyes were still shut as the air started smelling damp and a little musty, the squishy and wet sound of Pyro's boots echoing through the locker room.

You tried to open an eye, but it stung, so you closed it right back. You felt yourself being placed down to stand, before Pyro's gloved hand took yours and held it palm-up.

The cool touch of running water greeted your palm, and then was moved over your head to drench you without warning.

Pyro spoke, but his voice got drowned out by the sound of water flowing past your ears.

You felt them scrubbing and massaging gently at your face and through your hair. You wiped at your face and squinted your eyes open, being met with a concerned Pyro looming over you.

You looked at him, who only gave you a second to regain your bearings before holding the showerhead over you and scrubbing again.

You tried to take the showerhead, but Pyro held a firm grasp on it, picking clumps of mud and sand and tossing them to the drain, which would no doubtedly end up clogging it later.

They were very gentle, telling you about how you didn't have to worry as they'd get you all clean. It would have been relaxing, were your clothes not absolutely drenched. You shivered, leaning close to them, to which they mumbled words of comfort and made the water a little warmer.

Happy birthday, Engie

The clock showed past 11 pm, you and Pyro hunched over a birthday card that you were making for Engie. They had a surprising amount of art supplies in their room, and you recognized some of them as gifts from you and the other mercs.

Pyro was scribbling away with marker, colouring in messy yet heartfelt drawings of Engineer.

Engie was just the sweetest to both of you, and you both poured your hearts into the card, writing kind messages and decorating it with way too much glitter and messy drawings.

Pyro was super excited about it, rambling to you about all the nice things that Engie's done.

Eventually, you glanced and the clock and nudged Pyro, reminding them about the time.

It was almost midnight.

Pyro hummed in response, making a few last touches before holding the card up to you proudly. You both highfived at the hard work, before Pyro took you by the hand and quickly got up.

He threw his room door open and practically dragged you all the way to Engineer's room door. When you got there, they did a quiet countdown so you could knock at the same time.

The jingle of heavy chains of the door rattled at the knock, but there was no response.

Pyro said they knew a secret entrance, so you followed them. You really didn't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't to be lead outside the building and to the window where Engie's room must've been.

You paused, thinking maybe you both could just wait until morning, but Pyro refused.

Engineer's window was barricaded shut, which didnt dissuade Pyro as he pulled out his fire axe from god knows where and broke the barricade with a few easy swings.

You kinda just. Stood there. Person standing emote.

When the wooden barricades finally collapsed, the muzzle of a shotgun was pointing at Pyro from inside the room. Your eyes followed along the barrel, realising it was being held by Engie.

Upon making eye contact with you and Pyro, his shoulders relaxed as he lowered the gun. Pyro excitedly climbed through the window and presented the card, as if that encounter didn't just happen.

Engie couldn't help but laugh in appreciation, but you were just left wondering why his room was barricaded in the first place.

Cloudgazing :

You and Pyro laid comfortably together on the roof of Teufort, staring up at the sky as clouds slowly passed by. As it became later in the day, the weather become much cooler and windier.

As clouds drifted along, you or Pyro would point out any shapes you saw in the clouds, and the other person would try and find that shape too.

Pyro pointed out so many interesting and creative things, and you were only able to make out some of them - namely a dragon, a bird with a hat, and a stickybomb at the end of a sword.

It was comfortable and peaceful as you laid together, as they told you stories of fun things they heard from the other mercs while you both admired the sky and bathed in the breeze.

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Almost Forever

Han x reader

Genre: angst, breakup au, idol au.

Synopsis: Han had always been the one, you had never doubted it for a moment. But sometimes, the right people come at the wrong time. And because of this, your relationship came crashing down in a mix of hateful tears, sorrowful words, and not so sweet goodbyes.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: afab reader, mental/emotional manipulation, hints of fluff, angst, depression, anxiety, perfectionism, language, crying, yelling, fighting, break ups, regret, misunderstandings, unhappy ending(slanted parts are memories), Han has big time anger issues.

A/n: this is gonna be a unique story. I’m not very motivated to write a normal one, so I hope y’all like this type of writing too. I do not condone this kind of relationship, it is definitely not healthy. this is simply a figment of my imagination, please do not take offense to it, nor get upset by anything said in the story. enjoy! :)

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Han Jisung.

The name seemed so distant, yet all too familiar.

It seemed like an eternity ago, the day he simultaneously walked out the door and out of your life.

Han Jisung had given you anything and everything. It only took the curl of your lips or the flutter of your lashes to get what you desired from him. And you, too, had given him everything. But sometimes, everything still isn’t enough.

Sometimes, on a completely random page in the book of your life, a new character is written. And sometimes, that character fades away within a few chapters, sometimes just a few pages. Yet sometimes, if you get lucky, that character will stay. That character will blossom into someone you couldn’t imagine your story without.

Unfortunately, authors like to tease their readers, don’t they? So they swirl hundreds of words and emotions together, spinning a web of adoration around each and every character, only to rip them away, one by one, when you least expect it.

They build people up, up, and up. Higher and higher, until they break the ladder, until they send one character or another tumbling into a pit of despair and longing and emptiness.

To you, that’s who Han was. He was your favorite character, the one that everyone adored and admired, the one that had been written off the pages of your book all too soon.

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You unlocked the dull-looking door with a groan. It pushed open to reveal an even more tiresome looking apartment.

Without much thought, you dropped your purse and slid off your shoes. You walked towards the couch with lazily strides, feet dragging.

It had been a long day, an extremely long day. Your boss had been so generous to give you an extra load of work because, apparently, one of your co-workers had called off sick and, also apparently, that was your issue. Somehow.

You didn’t have time to dwell on the past workday, though.

Suddenly, you recalled some leftovers you had in the fridge, tucked away in the very back, hidden safely away. Who knew, maybe Changbin would pop by and snatch up any remaining food. Wouldn’t be the first time.

So, with another groggy sigh, you diverted your path to the kitchen, rather than to the couch. As you walked into the kitchen, your eyes landed on a piece of paper that was magnetized to the fridge.

You had forgotten about the folded sheet, so you inspected it closer.

Quickly, you pulled away, then breathed in a sharp inhale. It was a simple recipe for rice cakes you had used almost a year ago now.

It wasn’t that you really needed the recipe, now or back then, but Felix had recommended it and how were you supposed to deny his suggestion, the baker himself?

Your eyebrows furrowed, your hands came down to snag the paper from the fridge and immediately crumpled it into a ball. You threw it away, then let your hands run over your face as memories began to cloud your vision.

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Your fingers flattened the table cloth, your tongue pushed against the inside of your cheek. You hoped it looked okay.

Your hesitant gaze wandered across the dimly lit room.

You had spent hours planning the little event in your dining room, but it was well worth it. The crimson table cloth was neatly splayed across the table, delicious food lay spread across it.

One of the dishes included some rice cakes you had spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to perfect, who could have guessed Felix’s recipe would be for advanced bakers only?

Flowers were placed in the center of the table, and candles were set around the perimeter of the room in miscellaneous patterns.

You pushed your hands together and breathed into them happily.

You did good. Yes, this was definitely worth the struggle. He would love it, you assured yourself.

You couldn’t stop the excitement that bubbled up your spine, couldn’t stop your fingers from lightly twitching.

You drew in a sharp breath and scrunched your nose, a habit you used to put your emotions at bay. You spun on your heel after checking your watch; 8:22pm. Han would be home soon, he had promised to try to come home around 8:30pm, which was an hour sooner than he normally got home. It was your 4th anniversary, after all.

You made your way into the bathroom, and made sure to touch up your hair and makeup, along with the grey dress that adorned your figure. It was pretty and delicate looking, yet comfortable to wear and soft to the touch. Your hair was pulled back, styled into a fragile bun. You allowed a few pieces of hair to fall over your forehead; it completed the look, you thought.

When you entered the kitchen again, it was 8:29pm. You hummed, and sat down in your chair to stop from fidgeting. Though, your foot continued to tap against the ground, your teeth also continue to nibble at your lower lip.

You couldn’t sit still, hands itching to touch or fix something. So, you stood up and shuffled around. You fixed everything that was out of place, humming a soft song that had been stuck in your head all day. You arranged the pillows in size order, fixed the dishes that were slightly out of place in the kitchen, rearranged the food platters on the dining table, and touched-up practically anything else you could get your hands on.

Time sure did fly by, because when you checked your watch again, it was already 9:15. Han should’ve been home a while ago, but you couldn’t really get mad. He did say it would be a tight fit, so you decided to wait.

But the seconds turned into minutes, the minutes into an hour, and an hour into 3 hours. And soon enough, you were slouched on the couch, staring at absolutely nothing.

Maybe he got held up? He wouldn’t purposely bail. He was a busy man, after all. He had to write songs for StrayKids’ upcoming comeback, learn choreos, and more.

You stood up, then sat back down. What could you do, really? It was 12:30am now, you were getting tired and worried. It wouldn’t be the first time Han had skipped a date the two of you had planned, but he hadn’t skipped your anniversary dates before. It was a mistake, you were sure.

As another hour passed and Han still wasn’t home. You decided enough was enough. You packed up all the food and cleaned off the table, folding the crimson table cloth into a neat square, before putting it away. You did the dishes, and by the time you were finished making sure everything was spotless, it was 2:07am.

You fought the urge to stay up and wait for your boyfriend. Instead, you walked to your shared room and undressed, putting on some pajamas. You then took off your makeup and thoroughly washed your face. You put your hair into a more comfortable updo and settled into bed, snuggling into the warm, entrancing covers and sheets. You stared at nothing for the hundredth time, a single tear escaping your eyes and leaving it’s mark on the pillow below your head. You checked your phone one last time, but still, radio silence met you from Han’s end.

It was an accident. It had to be.

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Your mind was filled with memories of him for the rest of the night, and well into the next day.

Work was long and tiresome again today, so you took a short break. You wanted to get coffee, but you really didn’t want to have to call a cab or walk. So you just stayed in your sad, little office, giving your mind a break.

A migraine was starting to form in your head, the familiar throb of pain washing over your body in waves. You sighed, today was only getting worse. Your co-worked had called off for all week, which meant you had double the workload… all week, obviously.

Even though you were prepared to handle everything, your mind was elsewhere, deciding that you definitely shouldn’t get any work done today.

But your self break ended soon, so you had to get back to work. Working definitely made the day go by slower, paperwork upon paperwork piled on your desk. It seemed like the day was endless. Even so, you were hardly able to make a dent in the papers on your desk, which just pissed you off more. 

You groaned, checking your watch.

A mistake. Your eyes hovered on the piece of jewelry, time slowing down even more, if that was even possible. Apparently it was.

It was a simple, leather watch with black numbers and silver pointers.

You unhooked the watch, flipping it over to stare at the indent on the other side. It was Han’s initials plus yours, a reminder that you would forever be his. And maybe, at the right time, you would’ve been.

You found yourself biting the insides of your cheeks, chewing carefully.

And then it happened for the second time within less then 24 hours. It was strange, really. You hadn’t thought about him for months, not even if you looked at the watch. But after yesterday, he hadn’t left your mind, not even once.

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“Have you seen Han?” Your voice sounded small, even to you.

You only shrunk when Chan and Changbin turned their eyes to you. You weren’t scared by any means, just nervous. You had recently been nervous quite a bit. It was unusual for you, but what could you do? Nothing, not really.

Changbin shook his head. “I haven’t since he left about two hours ago. He might’ve gone to the other recording room though.” He offered. Chan agreed, his deep voice speaking up as well. “Yeah, he probably did. He goes there a lot when he can’t think of lyrics, or just when he needs a break.”

You thanked the boys, who offered you sweet smiles and soft whispers of ‘good luck’.

The pair was right, Han was in the other recording room. You could see him through the small glass panel on the door. He was sitting on the small sofa that sat in the middle of the room, hands covering his face. You watched him for a moment, but he hardly moved from his spot, so you knocked.

That made him jolt upwards, his eyes wide. He relaxed when he saw you, gaze softening as he motioned for you to come in. “Hey my love, what are you doing here?” He asked when you opened the door and walked inside, his voice hoarse. You assumed he had been napping. You offered him a smile, walking towards the couch, where Han was now sitting up with his arms outstretched for you.

You giggled, approaching him. He wrapped his arms around your hips, face pushed against your torso. “I missed you.” He mumbled, sighing deeply. You rested your hands on the top of his head, stroking his soft hair. “I missed you too.” You said quietly, not wanting to startle him awake too much.

“I’m actually here to check in on you. You missed our date again.” You slowly spoke, waiting for his response. And just like that, he was tense again. His muscles tightening for just a moment, before he pushed himself away from you. You stumbled slightly, blinking down at him.

“What do you mean, ‘again’?” He asked.

“Well— I’m sure you didn’t mean to, but you missed our last two dates also.” Your voice was slow and hesitant.

Han scoffed, standing to his full height slowly. “You know I’m an idol, right?” He asked, his tone laced with irritation.

You sighed, bristling. “Of course I know that. I’m not blaming you, I’m just letting you know how many dates you’ve missed now, I—“

You were interrupted by the, now upset, man. “It’s always about me messing up, isn’t it? I have a lot of pressure on my shoulders, y/n. I have to produce music for the group, and still attend normal practices.” He defended himself.

“Han, that’s not what I’m saying, I just—“ He interrupted you again.

“On top of that, I also have an extremely busy schedule to attend to. Fan meets, concerts, filming, vlives, and more things you don’t even want to know about.” Han was practically fuming now, his pent up anger exploding all over you.

“Han, calm down. I know you’re busy, I’m just saying that you’ve missed some of our dates. It’s really okay! I just wanted to tell you and check in.”

Han scoffed at that, crossing his arms as his gaze narrowed. “Calm down? You’re telling me it’s okay? It’s not fucking okay, y/n. All you do is talk about yourself! I can never do anything to please you anymore. You always complain about me not being around, when we both know I spend as much time as I can with you!” He continued on, “I work so hard, harder then you, that’s for sure. You just sit at a desk and sign papers all day, while I’m working my ass off to perform in front of millions of people! On top of that, I have to deal with Dispatch trying to pry into our private lives!” He shouted. Throwing insult after insult at your job and life.

“I know and I’m sorry, but that’s not fair, Jisung.” You said in a hushed tone.

Han paused. You almost never used his first name. But rage blinded him, so he continued. “You’re right, it isn’t fair. It isn’t fair that I have to deal with your complaining all the time, on top of my already stressful life. Would you just give it up? I need a fucking break.”

The Han you had agreed to date would have never reacted to anything like that. But this Han, he wasn’t the same person. He had changed over the past 4 years, and not really in a good way. You could feel tears threaten to spill from your eyes, and judging by the way his own gaze softened, you weren’t doing a very good job at hiding it.

That was the day you really, truly accepted the fact that your sweet, playful Han was gone, at least for now. It was time to close this chapter of your book, it was time to let Han Jisung go. You didn’t want to, but his words just sealed your relationship’s fate.

You stared at the boy who had stolen your heart, only ripping your eyes away when you felt a tear slide down your cheek.

“Fine. You want a break? I’ll give you a damn break.”

You shoved past him, ignoring his sorry pleads of forgiveness and his empty promises. “Y/n- wait, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, let’s talk. I let my anger get the best of me, I promise it won’t happen again. Y/n—“ You didn’t want to leave him, of course you didn’t, but you had to. If not for yourself, then for him.

It wasn’t fair, it really wasn’t.

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You wanted to curl up into a little, tiny ball and never see the light of day again. Life was cruel and harsh, you had been sure of that since you were a child.

But now, as an adult, after falling in love, the world seemed unfair in a whole new way. A cruel way.

Your heart shattered each time you saw Han in a news article or on television. It hurt to see dating rumors and scandals about the boy. You didn’t know if any of them were true, since you had cut contact with all of the members, and you certainly had no claim over him, but the thought of him with someone new or just the thought of him struggling, still broke your heart.

Even after all these months, the boy had managed to retain a solid grip on your life, his face appearing in even your deepest dream as of late.

And when you awoke, sorrow would fill your mind, trapping you within it’s depths.

But here, in the middle of your work day, was not the time to think about the miserable story that was your love life, or former love life, rather.

The only thing you could do here and now was hope for the best for Han Jisung and his members.

And sometimes, if you allowed yourself, you could imagine what it would have been like to spend eternity with the precious boy. Because god only knows; you two had almost forever.

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A/n: I wrote this while at a sleepover with two of my friends. It was hectic and honestly, this isn’t proof read. I have no idea why I decided to write a brand new story instead of writing a chapter for my ongoing series, or finishing up one of the two stories I already had mostly finished. But anyways, I wrote this in like 2 hours with a ridiculous amount of distractions, so forgive any mistakes. <3

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Love (6/8)

LF x gn!reader Fluff Warning(s): none not proofread (ofc lol)

Feel free to reblog and like with feedback, comments are great but I won't be able to respond since this is a sub-blog (found this out recently ㅠㅠ)

“Babe, I’m hungry. Craving something sweet.” You groaned, pulling Felix away from his game. “Make something with me?”

Felix hurriedly pulled you over to the kitchen. “I’ve always wanted to try and make this,” From the cabinet above, he pulled out a thin blue binder, flipping all the way to the back. “This cake, this strawberry cake.”

“So that’s why you bought strawberries,” You opened the fridge, pulled out the strawberries, washed a few, then took a bite. “Mmm sweet, here, try it,” You took the bitten strawberry and popped it into Felix’s mouth.

Felix hummed, “That’s really good,” He pulled flour and other ingredients from the cabinets. Reading the recipe, you started measuring the ingredients. When you grabbed the flour, an intrusive thought entered your mind. What if I just- Poof. A splat of the powdery substance landed on Felix’s forearm as he beat the egg whites. “Love, don’t start now,” he warned, a slight smile appearing.

“But what if I want to?” Mischievously, you grabbed a small handful and threw it blindly, scurrying quickly away. You heard a bowl clatter on the counter.

“Get back here,” You squealed and ran back into the kitchen where Felix came by and tossed a big handful of flour at you. You retaliated with an even larger amount.

“Wait wait,” Giggling, you put your hands up. “Truce! Until the cake is done,”

“Fine,” Felix smirked as the two of you, both a flour-covered mess, rushed to get the cake into the oven. “Now we wait,” He said, as the oven door shut. He walked over to you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

In the meantime, you started the strawberry frosting, adding more sugar as you pleased. The cake was cooling off to the side. “Want to do it?” You passed the frosting to Felix who began to frost the cake. You admired the view. His soft hair was pulled back, allowing you to see his concentration on the cake. His dark brown eyes were unblinking, staring intently while piping the frosting atop the cake. He's so beautiful.

“How does it look? Good?” Felix had a bright smile on his face, flour dusted all over his clothes and hair. Rosy pink splotches of frosting on his hands. He looked like a little kid who was finally let into the kitchen for the first time to bake. You laughed. The joyous sound filled the room.

“Yeah. It looks good. Good job, Lixie. Shall we try it?”

“Pictures?” Felix left the kitchen only to reappear with his phone in hand. Finding a nice angle with lighting, he took a few pictures. “Now we can try it. Close your eyes.” You complied, confused by the request. “Open.” A chunk of cake entered your mouth. It was sweet, the strawberry flavors melting in your mouth.

Opening your eyes, you saw Felix smiling. “Open wide, Lix,” You cut a piece and put it in Felix’s mouth, making a bit of a mess. “More please,” you asked Felix for more cake. Laughing, his hand was unsteady, accidentally smearing frosting on your nose and mouth. You gasped, giggling, as you took leftover frosting and swiped it on his face. “Payback.” You smirked.

The two of you were smiling as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you,”

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A/N: this long await piece is finally out ㅠㅠ ... srsly, seeing the amount people that enjoy my works made my motivation come back quickly