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dameronspector · 13 days ago

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Calling them by something else than your nickname for them

Pairings: All x GN!Reader

Summary: this is basically inspired by that trend where people call their partners by their names instead of nicknames and because I’ve tried this on my bf, and he gets sad everytime LOL!

Warnings: Brief angst for Bob and Bucky but otherwise, it’s just cutesy stuff <3 wrote this in a hurry, hope y’all like it! please like and reblog 🤭

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Joaquin Torres

There was this trend going around lately, where people called their partners with their name instead of nicknames. And you just knew that you had to try this on Joaquin because 1) he lived to hear you call him ‘Quino’ or ‘Jay’ or ‘Baby’ and 2) you only called him Joaquin when you had something serious to discuss or when the two of you were fighting.

Letting out a giggle, you decided to try this on him through text first. It was a Sunday, so he was out in the gym with Sam while you were lounging around in your shared bedroom, enjoying a day off from work.

You: Joaquin.

You: Could you go to the store and get some bread? We’re out, and we need it for the sandwich we’re making today.

You knew that he had a special ringtone for your text notifications, so you didn’t have to wait that long before he replied back.

And you were right, approximately a minute later, he replied back and you burst out in laughter.

Quino 💟: ?

Quino 💟: did something happen? are you okay?

Quino 💟: did I do something?

You: ..no? Why?

Quino 💟: 😟

Quino 💟: im coming home

You almost felt bad for freaking him out like that. Almost.

The door opened a few minutes later and—

“Baby?”, he called out as his feet pattered against the hardwood floors, quickly making his way around the apartment to get to you.

You bit your cheek to stop from laughing in his face, busying yourself with your phone by pretending to read something on it.

He finally entered the bedroom, chest heaving from how he had basically ran here, hands resting on his hips and you were so sure his cheeks were splotched with red from the work out.

"Hey, angel?", he called you once again, his voice coming out in a breathy manner.

You hummed and finally looked at him. His toned arms glistening with sweat, the tank top stretched tight across his form and his body glowing with sweat, curls falling into breathtaking waves around his head and a cute dent in between his brows.

It's annoying how gorgeous he is.

"Are you okay?"

You furrowed your brows, "Why do you keep asking that, Joaquin?"

He winced. His mouth tugged into a frown and brown eyes blown wide. You almost gave up.

"Did--did I do somethin'?", he asked in worry, making his way over to the bed and sitting down in front of you, hands restlessly braced against his thighs, twitching to hold yours in his.

You feigned confusion, "What-Joaquin, if something was-"

"That!", he interrupted you loudly, looking at you incredulously.

You blinked, "That, what?"

He groaned like a child, this close to stomping his feet, his face adorably scrunched up in annoyance, "You keep calling me Joaquin!", and he pouted.

You pursed your lips, "Joaquin, come on, is that not your name?", eyes sparkling with mischief.

His eyes widened again, hands coming up to cradle your face in them and he leaned close, "Angel, stop that! That's not my name. It's Quino or Baby to you", he stressed, face melting into confusion and sadness both.

You took a good look at his saddened face, brown eyes looking at you like a kicked puppy, his plush lips twisted into a frown and voice so soft that you couldn't help but let out a sweet giggle.

He sulked even further and you finally put your hands on his face, unable to resist from consoling him any longer. He tilted his head in confusion at your reaction.

"I'm sorry, baby. It was just a prank", you confessed in between giggles.

He perked up at the nickname, eyes blinking in realisation before he groaned, "You're mean", his cheeks squished by your hands, lips molded into a pout because of it.

You scrunched your nose, "Maybe. But you, are so cute", you cooed and leaned in to kiss his lips and cheeks.

"Don't do that again. I was so worried", he muttered lowly, leaning into the kisses you pressed to his cheeks, hands coming around your waist to hold you close.

You breathed a laugh against the swell of his cheek before moving to his forehead and peppering soft kisses on it. You pulled back and looked at him, his mouth still set into a pout.

Holding his chin in your hand you kissed his pout, before pulling away to kiss his cheeks again.

"My quino", you muttered against his cheek and he let out a content sigh, humming in agreement before burying his face into your neck.

Bob Reynolds

One of Bob's most favorite thing about dating you, was that you almost never called him Bobby or Bob. 'Bobby' was a sore spot for him, because his father had tainted it by his demeaning and abusive behavior and 'Bob' was, well, boring, because everyone called him that. You though? You'd rather call him 'Rob', 'Babe(s)' or his personal favorites: 'Honey(bee)' or 'Bear'.

Imagine the confusion and heartbreak he felt, when you had accidentally called him Bob during a late night meeting today.

The entire team had gathered in the conference room of the Watchtower for a group meeting, regarding the next mission that all of you were going to take part in. You had a habit of taking notes, Bob knew this well and he often carried your diary with him, your neat and organised notes helping him massively.

"Bob, could you pass me my diary?", you offhandedly requested him, your attention shifting to the other side as Ava asked you something.

Bob paused, an uncomfortable look crossing over his face before he schooled it and handed you your diary. You whispered a small thank you before jotting down all the important information, your head buried into the diary meanwhile Bob looked at you in longing, his thumb picking at the skin around his pointer finger in nervousness.

Had he done something wrong? Why did you call him Bob? Did he upset you in some way? His brain was working overtime to convince him that he had upset you. That he had done something wrong like he always does. It was agonising to sit through the meeting, his thoughts were spiraling and chest aching, lips turning red from how much he was gnawing on them with his teeth.

Finally the meeting ended an hour later, Bob at his wit's end and the moment it was done, he speed walked to his room, to avoid talking to anyone. He shut the door and sat on the bed in silence, the noise in his head making it physically impossible for him to stand. He wasn't sure what you would do if you came looking for him. Would you get mad? Would he say something that he'll regret later? What if you don't come looking for him, at all? He swallowed his tears with great difficulty and chose to distract the intrusive thoughts by reading a light hearted book.

You on the other hand, were confused. He was sitting right next to you, where did he disappear suddenly?

"Guys, where's Bob?", you asked everyone in confusion. They looked around the room helplessly and seemed to have realised at the same time as you.

"He- he was right here...", Yelena murmured lowly.

"I think I saw him go out...Don't know where", Alexei replied casually, your eyebrows scrunching further. You took their leave and immediately left the room, checking in his favourite reading nook first- he wasn't there. Then you checked in the kitchen, he liked to have tea before sleeping, so you thought he must be preparing that but, no luck. You checked in your room, and he wasn't there either. There was only place left to check, his own room.

You let out a sigh of relief as you opened the door to his room. There was, sitting on the bed with a book in his hands, black sweatpants covered legs outstretched, his maroon sweater making him look extra soft, hands half covered with the oversized sleeves and his curls were shorter now, they fell on his forehead in soft waves, making him look like an angel. The golden hue of the lamp from the sidetable made his profile glow, gentle hands thumbing the pages carefully.

"Honey, I've been looking for you", you announced in a quiet voice, shutting the door behind you just as carefully, not wanting to scare him. He still flinched, glossy blue eyes looking up at you in surprise, as if he couldn't believe you're here. You frowned and sat next to him, your legs folded snugly and body facing his.

"What's wrong? You didn't tell me you were leaving", you asked him softly, a hand coming up to brush his hair back. He licked his lips, eyes observing your face closely. his eyes shining in the low light.

"You're not upset with me?", he asked tentatively, as if he was anticipating a fight.

You frowned harder, "Why would I be upset, babe?"

His eyes widened slightly, swallowing thickly. You watched a light pink blush dust his cheeks and ears.

"I- well. You...you called me Bob today, in the meeting", he managed to blurt out, his deep voice coming out scratchy because of how long he had sat in silence.

"I-I don't understand...", you trailed in deep thought. He thought you were upset because you called him Bob?

He rubbed his eyes with a hand, trying to distract himself from the embarrassment, "You don't call me Bob. You call me Babe. Or-or Honey. I just...I thought you were upset because you didn't say any of those names. So yeah...That's...that's it."

He was red in the face as he finished talking, his fingers fiddling with the book and eyes avoiding yours at any cost. You felt your heart melt. He was so observant with everything you did, it was a blessing yet curse. Curse, because his beautiful mind ended up reaching to conclusions that weren't true in any capacity.

You smiled at him softly, a hand gingerly taking his book and placing it face down on the bed before climbing on his lap, your legs going around his waist and arms circling his neck. He froze before hesitantly wrapping his arms around your back, securing you in his arms and stared at your collarbones instead, a somber look on his face that somehow, made him look softer.

"Honey, I'm so sorry", you cooed earnestly, a hand massaging the curls by the nape of his neck.

"Everyone kept calling you Bob, so I just happened to unknowingly pick it up, and called you that in a flow. I swear, I am not upset with you. I was just distracted. I'm really sorry, babe", you mumbled sincerely, pressing a tender kiss to his pointed nose.

He then looked up at you, his ocean blue eyes staring at you in wonder, face awash with relief and fondness. He buried his face into your neck and brought you closer, nose pressed into the skin and lips brushing against it as he spoke in a meek voice, "No, don't apologise. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that...I'm sorry, (Nickname)", arms wound tightly around your back, curls tickling you lightly.

You smiled lovingly and leaned your head against his, hands smoothing across his broad back, and rocked your bodies side to side.

"It's okay, baby. I got you", you breathed out and kissed his temple, him returning it with a kiss to your neck.

Bucky Barnes

Bucky's first name itself was a nickname, yes. But the nicknames that you gave him were so special to him, that he'd feel like he was missing something if you didn't call him by any one of those.

They had a wide range: you'd call him 'Bucko' if you were feeling clingy, or 'James' if you were feeling particularly romantic and you'd call him 'Babe' or 'Baby' in almost every sentence. You'd call him 'Honey' if he was having a bad day, keeping the tone as sweet as honey to soothe him and he'd melt into a puddle in your arms. There were other silly names that you'd call him to tease him: old man, peepaw and sometimes, baby girl (that one confused him, because he's not a girl??? you told him he wouldn't understand. He sulked, Sam and Joaquin made fun of him.)

He hated how you'd call him 'Barnes' when you were angry. You two rarely argued, but when you did, it would be hurtful because neither of you liked to yell at the other. So it was usually sharp defenses thrown towards each other, or silent treatment.

Bucky hated both, but he hated when you'd call him 'Barnes' in that rough, irritated and solemn voice, even more. He felt like you were his colleague instead of his soulmate, then. He'd feel his chest ache, every single time.

So imagine his shock, when you called him that right now, as he was in the bedroom, picking out clothes for today's Senate meeting while you were in the kitchen.

"Barnes!"

He straightened up, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as well. He felt like a soldier in the barracks again, the way he was standing in attention at your call. He took the time to think about what did he do today, did he do something to piss you off? Did he forget something? He felt a brush against his legs, and he looked down to look at the tiniest, white furred member of the Barnes household.

"D’you know why they’re mad, Alpine?", he murmured to the cat, who stared at him with her sharp blue eyes and meowed, her eyes slowly blinking as if she was saying ‘Yes, dad.’

Bucky sighed and trudged back to the kitchen, his body sulked as he wondered what he did to make you call him by his last name.

There you were, standing by the sink, your arms folded across your chest and eyes instantly looking up as you heard his footsteps. Alpine brushed past him and stood by you elegantly, as if she was chiding him as well.

Bucky stood there nervously, a hand brushing over his stomach, as if calming down his nerves.

“Yes, sweetheart?”, he offered in a croaky voice, extending an olive branch beforehand.

You sighed and Bucky flinched.

You paused. Eyes observing him closely. How did you miss his tensed expression?

Furrowing your brows you walked over to him, “Hey, are you okay?”, your voice soft and careful.

Bucky swallowed before clearing his throat, hand raised to push his hair back.

“You- did I do somethin’ to upset you? I’m sorry if I did, I don’t remember-”, his voice cut off, him inhaling deeply from his nose.

“Whatever it is, I’m sorry. I don’t remember what I did, doll. I’m sorry-”

Your eyes widened. What was he saying? Why was he so anxious?

“Whoa, hey. What’re you saying, Buck? I’m not- you didn’t upset me. What’s happening?”, you replied, your hands coming up to massage his shoulders.

Bucky looked up at you in surprise, “What- but you…”, he gaped at you like a fish.

“But what, babe? You can tell me anything”, you murmured in reassurance.

And suddenly, Bucky felt stupid for assuming the worst. His ears warmed up in embarrassment.

“I-ugh. I thought you were mad at me because you…you called me Barnes”, he winced.

You frowned, “What—”

Bucky sighed, “You call me Barnes when you’re mad at me or when we’re fighting so I thought…”, he shrugged. Your face shifted in understanding and you let out a giggle, hands bracing against his shoulders. He grumbled, squeezing your waist.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. I was just-I was annoyed because you put your damn arm in the dishwasher again!”, you let out between giggles, watching as his face slacked in relief and realisation.

“Oh-”, he gave you a sheepish smile and ducked his head shyly. You laughed and squished his cheeks.

“Please find an alternative for the arm, honey. I need that dishwasher, hm?”, you cooed and leaned in to press a kiss to his heated up cheeks. Alpine brushed against your legs, letting out a ‘mrow’ that you took as her agreeing with you.

“See! Even your daughter agrees”, you teased him and bent down to give Alpine a nice scratch. She purred.

Bucky glared at her and murmured, “Traitor”, to which she narrowed her eyes and went back to leaning into your pets again. Bucky looked at his two girls and smiled, happy that he was proven wrong.

Sam Wilson

If there’s one thing that Sam disliked the most, it’s his full name: Samuel. Ever since he was bullied for that in school, he had decided that he’d shorten it, and make ‘Sam’ as his official name instead of Samuel.

He was Sam to all his friends and colleagues, Wilson to his fellow armymen and agents, but he was Sammy to you. Now, you did have different nicknames for him, but something about the way ‘Sammy’ rolled off your tongue, made him feel all giddy and special inside. You’d say it with so much love and affection, a bright smile on your face as you called him, that he’d stop responding to your calls if you tried calling him ‘Sam’.

It began slowly, but with time, you’d realised that he did that on purpose, so that he could hear you call him Sammy instead. It was cute, the way he’d pout and sulk until you called him Sammy. It was all in jest, your relationship was like that. All teasing and giggles and full of inside jokes.

But sometimes, it just slipped from your mind.

And that some time happened to be today, as he came back from a mission, tired and exhausted. He showered, changed into his night clothes and just crashed on the bed face first, you following closely as you shut off all the lights in the house before stepping into the bedroom.

He let out a loud groan into the pillow and you smile in sympathy, sitting down next to him and smoothing a hand across his broad back.

“Long day?”, you asked quietly, the sound of the AC and a distant sound of vehicles driving past, being the only noises to be heard.

Sam inhaled deeply, his back expanding beneath your hands and he begun, “Like you wouldn’t believe. Lost our target because the intel forgot to give us the information on time. Had to run up a damn hill in a civilian area, couldn’t use the wings because we couldn’t blow our cover. That asshole made us run up and down thrice. My damn knees were dead by the second time”, his rough voice was muffled by his arms, head buried in them.

“Aw. I’m sorry, babe. C’mere”, you cooed and beckoned him close, leaning back against the headboard while he lifted his heavy body up, burying his head into your chest, strong arms wrapping around your back.

He nuzzled into your chest and sighed in contentment, “Can you read to me?”

“Of course”, you replied while picking up the book left on your side table, Pride and Prejudice, and begun reading it.

You had made Sam watch the 2005 movie and he was hooked. He thought he was hiding it well, but by the end of the movie, he was wiping his tears discreetly.

Halfway through your narration, you felt him doze off. His breathing was slower and light snores leaving his mouth.

You slowly closed your book, putting it aside and rubbing a hand across his arm.

“Sam? Let’s go to sleep, come on”, you gently coaxed him out of his slumber.

He breathed in deeply before humming, slowly lifting his head away from your chest before he abruptly paused, eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s up?”, you asked him as he laid back down on your chest, his warm embrace and woodsy scent engulfing you.

“What’d you say?”, he mumbled sleepily.

You frowned, “What’d I say..?”

“Go back, rewind a few seconds”, he jested and poked your tummy, tickling you lightly.

You squealed, “Sam! Stop—no!”, twisting around to escape his strong hold.

“Ah, Ah! You did it again!”, Sam was fully awake now, propping himself up on an arm while his free hand kept tickling you.

“Oh g-god! No! Sam, stop it! P-please! What did I do!?”, you stuttered out in between laughs.

“Babe. That’s Sammy or Babe or Baby, for you. Not Sam”, he chided you and stopped tickling, a serious look on his face.

You stopped laughing, clutching your stomach as it cramped. Once you had recovered, your face shifted in understanding, and you let out a tiny gasp.

“Oh! Ohhh…”, you smiled brightly, pinching his chin in your fingers lovingly. He jutted out his bottom lip.

“Now, gimme a proper welcome”, he grumbled and held your wrist in his big hands.

“I’m sorry, Sammy. I missed you”, you said softly and cradled his face in your palms instead.

He smiled bashfully then, gaped teeth on display and everything. You joined him, pulling him closer and kissing him lovingly.

“Say it again”, he murmured against your lips.

You giggled, pinching his cheeks, “You are so cute, Sammy.”

He hummed and buried his face in your neck again, hugging you tightly.

“Now, we can sleep”, he mumbled into your neck, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

AN: this was a silly idea that was loitering around in my drafts for so long!!! Hope you all enjoyed this <3 might make a part 2 with other characters!

#joaquin torres x reader #bob reynolds x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #fluff #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #danny ramirez #lewis pullman #sebastian stan #anthony mackie #the falcon and the winter soldier #thunderbolts #captain america brave new world

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beastyeastfreak · 1 month ago

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Beast cookies x shape shifting reader that mirrors the beasts.

Cw: Eternal Sugar cookies section is a little toxic, non descriptive violence in Burning Spice cookies section.

Type: Romantic

Written pre silent salt and hollyberry awakening

Mystic Flour

🌾 - You were some odd cookie she found on the outskirts of the pagoda, your form innocent( suspiciously so). She lets Cloud Haetae bring you to her, where under her stern gaze you crumble and reveal yourself as a shapeshifter who was very hungry and just trying to hide from the horrors of the woods surrounding the mountains. She allows you to stay under the condition you cause zero issues and help when asked.

🌾 - Whether it be for survival or fun she does not mind. At first she sees your constantly shifting form as a waste of energy as she sees everything. She watches you jump around with Cloud Haetae from afar in shifting forms, you copying theirs and chasing them around, though neither of you realize it.

🌾 - “Your dough is ever shifting,” she starts, approaching you from the shadows nearly scaring you into another body. “Just because you may change does not mean you will not become one with nothing.” She says giving you no time to respond before she leaves.

🌾 - Despite her coldness, she begins to comes around one day. The ever changing faint colors struck across your form fade to white as shes speaking to you, a stark flour white with gold caressing the edges. It almost looked like mold spores on bread. Her lack of care turns to curiosity. You clearly did not intend to do that, nor did you realize you did it.

🌾 - She lets it go but soon comes to the conclusion (after some stalking) that your form only changes for her, and it got more prevalent when she was closer. It was like blushing, she assumed.

🌾 - She began to learn what each color meant, how you were feeling before you even spotted her staring through her eyelashes. She noticed that gradually some of those colors, particularly negative ones, were swallowed up by the pale spots.

🌾 - One evening she invites you to walk with her, she decides to put a bit more warmth in her voice to coax the white spots out of you. It works swimmingly, white and gold dot your cheeks and body. She draws her hand to cup your face which silences you as she still appears so distant. Her thumb traces the dots as they grow in size from her touch. “This suits you,” she speaks calmly as always. You appear confused but she simply turns your head to a golden pool nearby, which you stare into and in a fit of embarrassment try to explain yourself. She puts one hand up to silence you then walks away.

🌾 - She begins to invite you on walks more often, any time she leaves her meditating room she has you by her side. She gets you clothing to compliment her outfit and the occasional white gold dots on your form. She also seems to come to you for help more often, having you transform into something large to move stuff, or something sneaky to keep an eye on possible intruders, sometimes just for her own entertainment(though she wont admit that she’s entertained). But most of all she likes to see how much of herself carries into each form, how close you hold her to your heart and subsequently apathy as a whole.

Burning Spice

🏜️ - You were a myth, a tale of a creature which infested the sands and swallowed citys from within. A tale lost as kingdoms fell, but not to Burning Spice. He remembered hearing of another kingdom arising, successful and plentiful until its food was missing along with half the population. Only few who saw you lived to describe you.

🏜️ - On a particularly slow day, The Great Destroyer decides to find this creature. He did not bring the spice swarm or tell them when he left, he did not even make his presence known. He went missing for a week hunting, and finally he found tracks. In a deep orange canyon, footprints lead into it. They weren’t cohesive, some looked like the track of a large snake, some like the claws of a mighty bird but some appeared to be cookie like, thats how he knew he found this monster.

🏜️ - He travelled into the canyon, which lead into a cave. Various writings and drawings on the wall, they would be warnings to a lesser spice but not him. He entered the den, various barrels of stolen goods littered the corners, the stench of jam filled the air. He drew his parashu and struck it against the ground, challenging this monster to appear.

🏜️ - And that you did, appearing as a scaly creature you attack from behind. A cheap tactic which earned you the upper hand for a moment before it became even, which is when it really started. The battle was enthralling for one with no watchers. Burning spice had to adapt to each new form you chose every few seconds with only a second to spare each time. But then he got a good hit in after you get a few good marks on him, and reflecting your newfound weakness you turn into a cookie, knelt on the floor. He doesn’t crumble you though, he takes the flat edge of his blade to lift your face, inspecting you. He doesn’t see weakness though, he sees a fighter who had nothing to fight for.

🏜️ - So he makes an offer, he takes you in and you fight for him. You sniff out mutiny’s. You spar when he asks, and you are given something better than a smelly cave, you gain a place beside him. You take the offer, frankly you were probably bored.

🏜️ - You were welcomed into the spice swarm, showed the ropes and made yourself known and feared. The more battles you fought, the more you gained the admiration of Burning Spice. But the more you fought beside him the more he saw something within the ever changing form, things that stayed the same. Markings that would appear along your dough, similar to his.

🏜️- One day, you’re sparring with him. He gets you on your knees after some hits and pulls your gaze down to your chest where a crude upside down triangle sat engraved in your flesh. “How befitting, a changing form and I alone am the mark consistent in you.” He grabs your chin to make you look at him, your hand now roughly brought to his souljam, palm pressed against it. “We are one of the same, you and i. Your change brings about destruction which rivals my own, be forever by my side and we will never be questioned.”

Eternal sugar

🌷 - The garden was like sound bouncing off a wall and back at her. Every little change, addition, subtraction she felt. So when something had substantial wormed its way in, silently under the cloak of the night, she was determined to find it.

🌷 - The day after the arrival of this quiet trespasser, she called a gathering. It wasn’t direct, she simply brought out luxurious snacks and cushions to a clearing and invited all her angels to relax. In the murmurs of conversation and the gentle eating and drinking, she saw you. Directionless, looking at the others to figure out what to do and avoiding her gaze. At first, she wanted to corner you in isolation, question who you were as a sickeningly sweet smell attached to you, then watch you run off into the woods knowing your fate. But as she watched you, socially awkward and honestly acting like a confused little animal, she had second thoughts.

🌷 - You were in a small group of angels, stiffly standing and fidgeting subtly with your hands. The conversation did not include you, you were just there to seem like you were supposed to be here, in actuality you were just wearing a mask. You meant these angels no harm, in all honesty these people gave you a weird feeling. You planned to leave once the cake hound packs had migrated away, as tempting as it was to stay in this paradise.

🌷 - “Are you enjoying the food?” A voice appears behind you and a soft hand is placed on your shoulder, sending a shiver up your spine. The angels in the circle you were in turn to the cookie behind you and smile, hum and nod. You force a smile on your face and nod with them despite the lurching fear in your stomach. She gently laughs, you can see the shadow her massive wings bobbing as she does. “Everything is attuned to your desires, you will always get what you deserve~…” She speaks, her hand slowly leaving your shoulder. You catch a glimpse of her leaving, she was looking at you right back. You had to leave tonight.

🌷 - Night could not have arrived sooner, once darkness settles and all the angels were fast asleep, lounging on comfy pillows. You’re sneaky, while you weren’t good at talking with other cookies you were a survivor. You stayed quiet, scentless, occasionally changing small parts of your form to make getting around quick and easy. You then get to the end, the wall. Before you could even walk out of the tree line towards it, you watch Eternal Sugar walk in your path, she must have been on a stroll. She spotted you, but instead of acting suspicious she spoke as if they were upset.

🌷 - “Little Angel, why ever would you be wondering this late?~ Only an unhappy mind works in the dark,” she spoke like poisoned honey. Her hands out as if gesturing them closer. She saw the unnatural way the moon caught in your eyes, like how a wolfs eyes glint in the light. But you still walked closer, worry etched on your face. “Just… clearing my head,” you replied head slightly downturned. Even through the facade she could see your fear, your need to change yourself to survive, you would turn down heaven to re-enter hell and now she understood who you were.

🌷- She brings you closer, pushing hair from your face and wiping away dirt. She has already decided you’re in need of her help, not extermination. She takes you with her on her stroll, talking to you like you were another angel who was just having a rough day but she knew the truth. You, of course, knew that you were stuck, reading between the lines you knew she was now watching you under the guise you were unhappy in a realm of happiness and she would have to keep an eye out.

🌷- The longer you stay, the more docile you become. At any touch in the past, fangs would grow in your mouth and spikes would shoot from your body to ward away whoever unfortunate enough to be close. You used to jump from cliff to cliff, tree to tree, soar among clouds but now you sat comfortably next to Eternal Sugar cookie in the garden.

🌷-You were aware you had forgotten who you were, and she was too. She knew when she saw your wings slowly turn pink at the ends with upside down hearts on the flight feathers you were hers. She knew when she leaned in to kiss you and saw streaks of pink in your hair you were now domesticated. You were happy now, just as long as you never remembered how freedom tasted and only how sweet happiness did.

Shadow Milk

🃏 - You’re not sure how you came to be, but when preforming tricks for coins and scraps of food you always said you were born from a powerful witch mixing a rare dough that has never been used since, making you one of a kind. That very well may be true, but no one was certain, you seemed to act like it was.

🃏 - Shadow Milk loved himself some entertainment, so when he heard two cookies chatting about a rare shapeshifting cookie who preformed tricks for coins he snuck away in the form of a little villager and made his way to the town where he saw you nimbly shifting from mouse to elephant, then as someone tossed a coin you turned into a hound, balancing it on your nose as it spun, earning applause from the small crowd. After that most seemed to depart, he took the chance to come talk to you.

🃏 - He approached the front of the crowd which was beginning to die a bit more. “My, My what magic you have!” He says puting on his best amazed voice as you turn back into a cookie and stuff coins in your pocket putting on a smirk. “Its not magic, its just me. You’ll never find another like i,” Then you promptly mirror his disguise, “who can become another like you!”

🃏 - He was sold to say the least, he knew he needed you as a performer, to cause chaos and spread lies on his behalf. So he speaks, grinning widely “how charming! I know someone who is looking for performers, perhaps i can put in a good word?” You respond with a hesitant look but he pulls out a bag of coins, clinking loudly and you respond eagerly “where and when?” He gives you directions to the spire, though he framed it as a different location as to not scare you away or make you realize who you were talking to.

🃏 - The next day you venture out, only motivated by the jingle of coins in your mind. Strangely, the world seems more and more disjointed the further you travel. Soon you arive at a mighty spire surrounded by a courtyard and the realization hits that you were lured in. You begin to walk away but that same bag of coins is dropped in front of you some distance away, you look up to see The Master of Deceit sitting on a limb grinning ear to ear.

🃏 - You’re fearful, the first thing you do is beg for mercy which he just laughs and hangs off the tree by one of his feet. When you finally quiet he makes his offer, you be his performer and he’ll give you all the bag and you’d get to live in the spire. “You’re already so, so good at lying so its not like you’re going into this with no experience!” He’d say. You hadn’t heard of this occurring before but the offer was too tempting to pass up, you take him up on the offer. You realize soon after the bag is filled with pyrite(fools gold), unfortunately you are unable to back out.

🃏 - You become quite adjusted to the nature of the spire and its inhabitants. The same way you always changed, it did as well. Shadow Milk seemed to always have something to do with you or for you much to Candy Apple’s displeasure. If you weren’t carrying out a plan for him or planning the next one you were beside him, or watching him preform, or preforming with him. He had all sorts of characters for you to play, but his all time favorite was the love interest, of course he always plays the main character. Over time, the characters you played seemed to follow you into your normal forms. You began to match the rest of your group even when you were just resting, mostly Shadow Milk.

🃏- “You know if you want to take inspiration from the most handsome cookie to ever grace earth bread, you’re going to have to give me a little credit!” He says, laying beside you on striped pillows beneath a mini circus tent. Poking at some eye markings in your dough and combing through your hair icing to find blueberry colored streaks.

#shadow milk cookie x reader #Burning spice cookie x reader #Mystic Flour cookie x reader #Eternal Sugar Cookie x reader #crk x reader #crk x you #mystic flour cookie #burning spice cookie #shadow milk cookie #eternal sugar cookie

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alchemistc · 6 months ago

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Part One

The loft is sadly undecorated. He'd tried, is the thing. Gone to the same novelty store they'd found on a random walk after a date, in late September, where Tommy had spent twenty minutes worrying a foam pumpkin in his hands while Buck tried to decide what sort of decor would fit his utilitarian loft.

They'd spent so long lingering over the sculpted white candles, Buck thrilled because Tommy's straight face broke every time Buck pointed out which ones looked like incredibly expensive dildos, that he'd felt bad enough to buy a whole set of them just to appease the girl at the counter who'd been watching them with a half annoyed, half wistful expression while Buck made a comment about dragons that had had Tommy biting his lip so hard he'd actually gone red in the face trying to hold the laughter in.

But every time he'd picked up a glass tree and thought how much fun it'd be to try to make Tommy go full Tik Tok Paramedic on him, every time he'd found something soft or plush enough that Tommy wouldn't have been able to resist running his fingers over it, plucking it up to toss it between his palms - well.

It wasn't like there'd be anyone in his loft long enough to really appreciate his decorations.

"Why'd you kiss me?" he asks, rounding on Tommy as Tommy takes a tentative step towards the kitchen.

"You were being annoying." At Buck's look, he elaborates. "Force of habit."

The finger comes up without any input from Buck, his voice tipping into that same flirty, bickering rapport he'd always pushed as far as he could. "I knew you did it to shut me up."

Tommy expression shutters. He recognizes Buck's tone. A few months ago that tone would start with a round of banter that usually ended with at least one of them with their pants around their ankles.

He looks spooked. He's staring at the island stool closest to the door like he's replaying the last conversation they had here, and Buck feels all his ire rear back up.

"You promised me clarity, Tommy." It's an accusation, and they both know it, because he looks ready to fucking bolt.

Slowly, he steps in. Half a yard closer to Buck, close enough to curl his hand over the island, and Buck is struck again by how goddamn unfair it is that Tommy looks this goddamn good in a suit.

"I did."

Buck's pretty sure he has some muffins he hasn't frozen yet that wouldn't actually damage Tommy, if he threw them at him.

"Can we...?" He gestures, vague as his half a question, and Buck wants to throttle him. Or kiss him again, which is -

"I need a beer. You?"

Tommy sighs. His grip on the corner of the island makes his knuckles go white. "Evan."

"No beer, got it." He swings the door open and doesn't wait for the reaction to either his snippy little rejoinder or the stacks and stacks of baked goods filling up the shelves of his fridge. He pops the cap with his back still turned, let's the fridge door fall closed. "Not like you drove here, but sure. One of us should be sober, I guess."

The switch back to Evan doesn't do anything for him at all.

Buck leans back against the counter and tries not to think about how he'd had this half formed idea of getting a real tree this year, finding some novelty kiosk that made those hokey ornaments for people to mark the years they'd been a family. He'd thought -

Tommy blinks guiltily when Buck catches him eyeing the way he fills out his slacks, a toe to groin drift of his gaze that makes Buck ache for when he could respond to that by dropping to his knees.

"That's a lot of bread," Tommy notes, eyes focused somewhere over Buck's shoulder.

"Why'd you break up with me, Tommy?"

Tommy freezes. Shifts from foot to foot. Sighs, and takes a few steps to the fridge, swings it open to grab a beer of his own. It's still the stuff Tommy likes. Buck's not picky, really, and it'd been habit to grab the six pack he always kept for Tommy.

The last five times he'd restocked.

Tommy takes half a step back to lean against the island, just off center from Buck, so they both have to twist their necks just a little to actually look at each other.

"You terrify me," Tommy murmurs, a few swigs in, when the silence is just starting to make Buck's skin itch. "Evan, I'm not -." He grimaces, frustrated. "I'm not some Super Gay who fights for justice and equality and the ability to make horrible television with Hummel doll sopranists."

"I don't know what that means."

Tommy's smile is wry. He'd had a running list of movies Buck's never seen on a note on his phone - every time Buck missed a reference, he'd added it to the list. They'd gotten through maybe twenty before -

"I led on a good woman for years because I convinced myself I could live my life ignoring a huge piece of myself. I hurled slurs with my buddies just to make sure no one noticed me. I fed into every toxic stereotype I could just to avoid anyone realizing I wasn't one of them. I'm not - I'm not some Gold Star Gay, paragon of the community. I didn't do shit. And even when I made the decision to let myself just be who I always was, I waited until no one in my life was close enough to me to question that I hadn't always been this way. I -." He winces. Shakes his head. "I run instead of fighting. I hide every time someone tries to see me. I'm not - this comfort you're so convinced I have I took at the cost of other people who were braver and stronger than I could ever be. Do you - is that an admirable quality, to you?"

Buck wishes they'd sat, like Tommy seemed to have been hinting at. He wishes he'd spent the ride over preparing himself for this, instead of stopping himself from crawling into Tommy's lap and getting a horrible rider rating for his trouble. He wishes -

"Do you think I don't already know all those things about you?"

It's - actually, it makes him a little furious, to think that Tommy spent six months thinking he'd successfully hid all those things from Buck. And - sure, he hadn't exactly been forthcoming about more than a few of those things, but like -

It wasn't like Buck didn't actively find ways to pry stories from Howie and Hen, even Bobby on occasion. It wasn't like Buck hadn't noticed the clipped way Tommy spoke of his past, his family, always tucking away more than he revealed. It wasn't like Buck wasn't well aware that Tommy Kinard had the capacity to be a total fucking asshole, if he wanted. Just because he'd kept it cool around Buck, made it just flirty enough for plausible deniability -

"You deserve better than that. Than me."

"Then be better than that, Tommy." It's not the best way to get his point across, but... "I've had multiple serious relationships, Tommy. I'm - I've been in love, before, and I've had my heart broken before, and I've had my trust broken before, and I've made people I love feel like shit. You weren't new and exciting, Tommy, we were - we were boring and domestic and it was the best six months of my life. It was what I -."

And this, of course, is where the words start to crest over, too many at once while his mouth tries to keep up and his throat is too tight to -

He swallows. Stares at his toes until his vision swims. Maybe those are tears, or maybe he's just stared long enough to go cross-eyed. His throat feels like he might be able to scrape a few words out

"I go too fast sometimes. I - I get scared I'm falling behind and so I clear a few hurdles too fast to catch back up and it -." Frustration rises through him as he remembers the way Tommy had levered himself up, spun away, broken things off without even a hint of the careful consideration Buck had grown so used to. "And you just - you tell me you want more than anything to be my last but you can't even give me the closure of a clean break! What the hell was that about?"

"Evan, I -."

"No! Okay, no. It's my turn to - it's my turn to be mad. It's my turn to - do you know how lonely I've been? How - how much I'm in my own head about where I went wrong, and what I could have done differently, and why you won't just fucking text me when you clearly want to? Do you know - do you know what it's like to think you've finally found something worth the humiliation of being known and then have it vanish in a single night? Over - you never talked to me about any of the shit you brought up that night, Tommy! You never - if you were so scared of not being enough to keep me interested, or so sure you weren't a good enough man, or so sure I couldn't possibly know what I wanted out of this, you could have saved us a hell of a lot of time and - and hurt by not being exactly the person I thought I could spend the rest of my life with! If that was all a - a smokescreen, some act, then why did you - are you actually so cruel that you convinced me we were falling in love while you had one foot out the door the whole time?"

Tommy's grip on the bottle looks painful.

"It's your turn to talk," Buck snipes, and he takes a little satisfaction in the way Tommy blanches. Just a little. Just enough to ignore how much he wants to rip Tommy's suit jacket at the straining shoulder seams and bite a bruise into that spot below his collarbone that even Tommy's undershirts hid well enough to keep the team at Harbor from putting him on blast for coming to work covered in hickeys.

"Six months with you was more devastating than two decades of hiding who I was, Evan," Tommy says, and it's a horrible opening that makes Buck feel like he's being drawn and quartered but he'd given Tommy the floor, so -

Tommy's eyes are a little too misty to call them anything but welling, and Buck hates it as much as it satisfies the pieces of himself he's spent weeks trying to pick up and glue back together.

"Evan, I lived with Abby for years and I don't think I saw her as much as I saw you. You -." He swipes a hand through his hair, and rustles one of his Superman curls loose to drape tauntingly over his forehead. Buck wants to bite him. He wants it to hurt. "You burrowed in and you just kept digging and I didn't take a second to question it until it was too late."

"Too late for what?"

"For me to take the cowards way out and leave before it hurt."

"Maybe I should have dug further," Buck snaps, and Tommy's gaze flits to his. Holds, for the first time all night. He's breathtaking in the best and worst way possible. He's spent weeks now trying to imagine anyone else ever making him feel the way prolonged eye contact with this man makes him feel.

"You did," Tommy admits, a confession that sounds like it's been gut punched right out of him. "You still -." Another grimace, Tommy pulling back, pulling away, hiding, running, and Buck can't -

"So what is this, Tommy? Is this - are you -?" He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. Rears up, pushes off the counter, and Tommy's eyes widen like he's just now realized he doesn't have an easy exit. Buck just stands there, though. "If this is it, let this be it. If you don't want - if you're not willing to fight for this with me, tell me now. I know I'm - I know I'm a lot. I know I push for more when I'm scared. I know I'm overwhelming, and I sometimes can't stop talking to save my life, and I know I'm jealous and petty and - I know I'm not perfect."

Tommy sets his bottle on the counter beside him. Worries his lip between his teeth and rolls his jaw.

"You snore. You're a bitch sometimes and every once in a while it's not even charming. You hog all the covers and then you complain that it's too hot. You're vague about every single thing in your past that you think makes you seem like a bad person. You always think food needs more garlic and sometimes you're wrong. Sometimes when I spiral you just give me that stupid indulgent smile of yours and I know you stopped listening two reddit threads ago. When you're grumpy sometimes it takes everything in me not to pick a fight because you're such an asshole. You get cagey every time I pick at a thread you don't want to unravel and I - I hate it. I wanted a life with you and you couldn't stick around long enough to tell me why you were too afraid to go for it. So if - if you think I'm seeing you with rose colored glasses, or whatever. If you think I'm not - if you think being the first guy makes you too special for this to be real then just..." He sucks in a breath. Blows it out through his nose and feels the ache in his chest that's half remnants of his earlier panic attack and half fear that Tommy will actually turn and walk out at the end of this. "If you don't wanna fight for this I'll fill in the hole I dug as best I can and I'll leave you alone, okay?"

The look on Tommy's face is one he's never seen before. They've done this dance, or parts of it, at least. Tommy'd left him outside Micelli's, breathless and confused and aching, before he ever knew what it was like to hold his hand, to press his nose into the join of his neck and shoulder, to curl a hand in his hair or be filled by him - with attention, with affection, with the weight of his body and the stretch of his cock. Even then, this had felt different. Real, in a way the misty edges of his time with Abby, or the way Buck's puzzle pieces had never quite fit with Taylor's had never been. Even then, he'd just wanted so desperately to know and be known by Tommy that he'd taken his second chance and run with it.

"I don't snore," Tommy says, when the silence gets too heavy, and Buck - god, Buck has missed that tone, the snappy little tilt of his head, the blatant lie that passes over Tommy's lips so smoothly it's hard to tell sometimes that he's not being serious.

"I have audio proof," Buck says, and then doesn't immediately admit that he'd played it on a loop two nights into the breakup when he'd wrapped his entire body around the spare pillows on his bed and still hadn't been able to sleep alone in his bed.

"It bugs me that you spent days following scraps of information about a dead outlaw you convinced yourself cursed you, but you didn't even know what a Kinsey scale was."

This is - progress. This is... not Tommy bolting.

"I'm a two. If that's - is that, like, gay enough for you, or...?"

"You go too fast for me, Buckley," he says, and Buck knows that's a fucking reference to something he doesn't have context for just as well as he knows he's willing to spend the next decade waiting for the reference to pop up on Tommy's list. It's a terrifying, exhilarating thought and it's probably exactly what Tommy means.

"I can slow down," Buck says, and he tries to mean it. Nothing about how he feels about Tommy is slow.

"I don't want you to," Tommy admits, and then lets the silence stretch. They're two and a half feet away from each other and the distance feels like the farthest he's ever been from Tommy and the closest he may ever be again. "Living together, making a life together..." He swallows. "Marriage." That stops him short just long enough to recall how he'd blazed right past the I love you and straight into how he could keep Tommy. "You scare the shit out of me every goddamn minute of every goddamn day and I've never missed being terrified as much as I have since I walked out that door."

"I'm in love with you," Buck tells him, and Tommy blinks back tears. Takes a shaky breath and nods.

"That's what scares me. It's never - it's never been enough, before."

He'd sort of expected this to end with either the echo of his KitchenAid or a frantic rush up the stairs, but when Tommy meets him halfway all he does is sink his nose into the curls behind Buck's ear and breathe.

His arms drag Buck closer, his feet shuffle beneath them, his chin hooks over Buck's shoulder and he breathes, and breathes, and breathes.

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"Your morning breath is rancid," Tommy tells him, palm centered on Buck's nose when he leans in for a kiss, pads of his fingers curled just slightly so that his hand is nearly encasing Buck's entire face. He wants to be annoyed but it's mind numbingly hot and Buck has missed it. Missed the snark, and the comfortable way Tommy will shoot him down when his head is in the clouds, and exactly how fucking large Tommy is.

"I'm so tired of avocado toast," Buck bats back, and Tommy is distracted enough by his need to make a face at that for Buck to swoop in and press a kiss to his cheek. He makes sure to make it a little wet just to watch Tommy's face crinkle in mock disgust.

He's in one of Buck's hoodies, is wearing the pair of his own sweats Buck had buried in the back of his closet in a fit of pique three days post breakup. He still looks properly debauched and Buck wants to drag him right back to bed.

Except -

"You don't have to go," Buck repeats, for the fifth time since he brought it up somewhere between peeling Tommy out of his suit pants and rolling out of bed to warm a hand towel under the sink so that Tommy could clean the cum off his abs. "But I need to shower and leave in like - twenty-seven minutes."

Tommy catches him by the waist and drags him in. "I won't be able to stay. You baked and I took as much holiday overtime as I could, but if you seriously want me there -."

"I seriously want you everywhere."

Tommy raises a brow.

"I mean that in a horny way and a codependent way."

Tommy snorts. "Good to know we're approaching this in a healthy manner."

"You told me not to slow down," Buck reminds him, and he gets a smack to his ass for his trouble.

"When Maddie pulls me aside, do you think she'll just slip me a poisoned glass of wine, or is she gonna get up on a step stool and make me stand there while she strangles me to death?"

"She won't do that." Buck leans in again, rolls a loose curl between two fingers. "She'll just stab you in the middle of the kitchen and warn my parents not to step in the blood."

"That's comforting."

Tommy takes a utilitarian shower in the downstairs bathroom and doesn't let Buck join him, and then rifles through Buck's closet until he finds all three of his button downs Buck had tucked away.

He has to borrow a pair of Buck's slacks and Buck absolutely does not mind that his ass is definitely gonna stretch them out.

With about seventy seconds to spare, Tommy presses Buck to his front door and kisses him just long enough to screw up Buck's meticulous timing - by the time he pulls back and gives Buck enough room to glance at the time on his stove, Buck knows they're gonna hit just enough red lights to make them late.

"I love you too, by the way," Tommy murmurs, and just this once, Buck decides not to be a brat about being five minutes late.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fic #tevan fic #tommy six months later: so when i told you not to slow down i was actually assuming you'd just move into my house in like two weeks #buck: at least we're arguing about communication instead of ghosting each other this time #tommy: are you gonna move in with me or what you fucking brat #buck: i'd like to talk about how many kids you want first

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iateyourparents · 1 year ago

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hello! could you write johnnie guilbert fluff? maybe a scenario where him and fem!reader are spending a day together (filming a video, doing random stuff) just being two people in love and jake and tara tease them and call them a married couple

deaf, mute and blind | j.g.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x fem!reader

summary: you, johnnie and jake are recording a new challenge video.

warnings: use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language)

an: hi, thank you <33 hope you like it!

pictures are from pinterest :)

“Hi guys, it’s me, Tara, and today I’m here with Jake, y/n and Johnnie.” Tara introduced you and you all waved to the camera.

“Hi!” you greeted her viewers.

“Today I’m gonna torture my guests… No, but I wish.” she pouted and you all laughed “Today, my guests will be playing into deaf, mute and blind but…they will have many challenges and quests to do throughout the day. But they main goal is to do shopping and bake me cookies! Any words guys?”

“I hope I get deaf, cause I don’t think I can go much longer with them talking.” you rolled your eyes looking at Jake and your boyfriend.

“Hey!” Johnnie gasped pretending to be offended, placing hand on his chest “That hurt love.”

You only rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that was forcing its way onto your face.

“Alright, so now they will draw sticks and get to know what senses will be taken from them!” Tara showed her viewers three sticks and then she turned to you “Ladies first.”

You took the one in the middle and immediately looked at written words.

“Yeah! I’m deaf today!” You did a little winning dance. Next one choosing stick was Johnnie and he got mute.

“Oh, so I will be blind.” Jake stated “That’s good actually, at least I don’t have to look at your ugly faces.” he smirked and you laughed.

Tara handed you all your things - blindfold for Jake, duck tape for Johnnie and earphones for you.

“Let me also add, that the person who won’t do the most of their mini challenges, has to take a cold shower on the street!” Tara smiled mischievously.

“Is this enough to charge her with domestic abuse?” Jake asked kind of scared.

When everyone was ready Tara started talking to the camera and you could only guess she was explaining to people what you gonna do and not long later Johnnie took your hand to let you know you were going out. You both helped blindfolded Jake to the car and Tara drove you to the nearest store.

She turned on the camera and pointed it at you and Johnnie. You didn’t see anyone talking so you decided to speak “I think Tara already told you guys but we’re making cookies so now we have to find all of the needed ingredients.” you informed and Tara pointed the camera to Johnnie who was gesturing towards some alley. He took your hand and started dragging you there with Tara going behind you but you suddenly stopped, remembering something.

You quickly turned around and jogged to Jake to walk him to Johnnie and Tara. He said something that made Tara laugh and Johnnie’s arms shudder in a silent laugh.

You really started to regret wanting to be deaf one, because not hearing anything yet seeing it, made you frustrated. Also, not hearing Johnnie made you kinda sad. But atleast you listened to your favorite songs.

You all went to grocery alley where Jake gave you his phone so you and Johnnie could find all ingredients for cookies.

Tara was pointing the camera on you all the time and you decided to speak from time to time in case she and Jake weren’t saying anything.

“So we will be doing chocolate chip cookies. Or rather we will be trying to instruct Jake to do it without hurting himself or poisoning us.” you felt a light push on your shoulder and you laughed seeing how Jake was struggling with trying to not miss your form while hitting.

Johnnie swatted Jake’s hand when he tried to hit your shoulder again and side hugged you while looking for flour.

“Johnnie, we need flour for cakes, this one is for bread.” you told him and he gave you a ‘what the hell’ face and you knew that if he could talk and you hear, he would be asking about the difference.

“Alright, I think we got everything.” you stated when you found everything and you all went to cashier’s stands where everyone was looking at you like at idiots, but that wasn’t anything new with Johnnie and Jake.

Tara quickly paid when it was yours turn and you and Johnnie walked Jake to the car.

When you were at home you quickly started to prepare kitchen for your baking.

Suddenly, you felt someone tugging gently at your arm and you saw Johnnie pointing ahead of you. You saw Tara pointing the camera at you all and you took it as a clue to start talking.

“Alright, so now we will be trying to instruct Jake how to make cookie dough, wish us luck!” you smiled sarcastically.

You somehow were cooperating well, Johnnie was showing you the recipe and you were reading it for Jake who then with your and yours boyfriend help were making most of the work.

When cookies were in the oven you didn’t have anything better to do so you sat on the floor in front of the oven and you were just looking at the cookies.

Some time later Johnnie joined you, sitting next to you and placing his head on your shoulder. You hugged him into your side and he gladly snuggled into you, kissing your shoulder.

You sat there for a few minutes, when Tara came to you with a camera and some bowl and told something to Johnnie and then showed you her phone, where she wrote in the notes that now you will be doing random challenges before you could take the cookies out from the oven. It would decide who is the loser of the video.

You all stood in the living room and Tara came to you with the bowl and you took one piece of paper.

“I’ve got ‘activity without your sense’” you read it for them and viewers out loud and then showed the piece of paper to the camera.

Moment later Tara gave you another paper, which turned out to be an instruction what your activity was.

“So I have to call a random contact and try to have normal conversation with that person. That will be hard.” you sighed “Can Johnnie and Jake help me? Like by gesturing?” You looked at Tara and she only nodded.

You looked at the camera and smiled “I’m actually kinda scared that they will gesturing wrong things and I will make a fool of myself.” you laughed and you could see Tara snorting.

Your challenges were done, it wasn’t that bad or at least you were hoping so.

Then you took the cookies out of the oven and tried them when they weren’t hot. They were really good.

“Teamwork makes a dream work, i guess.” you smiled at the camera.

Then you could finally take off the earphones and you were never as grateful for hearing Jake and Johnnie as now.

“God, it’s so good to hear people again. I missed your voice.” you told Johnnie who smiled widely at you and kissed your cheek.

“I’m glad to see again, but I’m scared of how many bruises I’ve got today.” Jake laughed while still trying to get use to the light in the room.

“Alright guys, they made it.” Tara smiled at the camera “I can’t with how cute y/n and Johnnie were today. Literally goals. You were like and old married couple.” she giggled and you smiled.

“So, who’s the loser?” Jake asked after few minutes.

“You Jake.” You laughed “You didn’t do any of your challenges correctly.”

“That’s true.” Tara smirked “You will do your punishment later.”

You stopped recording for some time so Tara could get all of the needed things for Jake’s punishment, so you and Johnnie went to sit on the couch while hugging.

“I really missed your voice today.” you admitted again quietly.

“And I missed talking to you.” he smiled “And kissing you.” he kissed you.

#johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert #johnnie #jake webber #tara yummy #tarayummy #sam and colby #snc #colby brock #sam golbach #deaf mute and blind

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moonchildstyles · 7 months ago

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it's all hallow's eve and y/n shouldn't be in the woods.

wordcount: 5.1k+

tw: there is a large section describing some scary animal (wolf) stuff w descriptions of blood and the breaking of bones! everything turns out the wya it should tho don't worry!

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With every step, the brush under (Y/N)'s feet crackled. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched under her weight, the loudest noises that could be heard in the forest. The hoots of owls nearby and howls of wolves far off bounced amongst the trees.

Taking in a deep breath of the crisp air, she readjusted her grip on her skirts as she stepped around a puddle. Every exhale came out in a cool cloud. The basket bouncing against her hip was going to leave a bruise, she was sure.

Truly, (Y/N) was regretting taking on the responsibility of this trip. Her cousin—and her mother for sending her off, actually—owed her more than just the few loaves of bread she was running to pick up. Especially since Katrina apparently was only available tonight, and was unwilling to make the trip herself despite being in town earlier in the afternoon, anyway. That was (Y/N)'s cousin, though; eccentric and impulsive.

Just because no one had claimed this land on the outskirts of town, and she had the kind of money to keep everyone's mouths shut if they had any opposition, didn't mean that it was the best idea. Especially so, when it meant that Katrina was tucked away in-between the trunks of trees and craggy brush.

But, (Y/N) supposed that was the price of enjoying time by herself. No husband needed when she had her peace and quiet, Katrina had said.

A chilled breeze swept across her form, goosebumps lighting over her skin, the texture hightlighted under the rays of the full moon. Yeah, (Y/N) thought as she tightened her shawl around her shoulders, there better be more than a couple of loaves of bread involved in this trip. She didn't care if Katrina enjoyed her peace and quiet, not when she was cold and missing out on the town's festivities for the night.

All Hallow's Eve was one of (Y/N)'s favorite nights of the year. It was the one night that she enjoyed staying out under the moonlight, and actually found joy in the idea of being scared. The last place she wanted to be on a night like tonight, was trudging through the woods on her way to her cousin's home.

This was one of (Y/N)'s least favorite routes on a regular day, even among the morning hours, let alone doing this in the evening with only the moon to keep her company. The forest around her sang, filling the silence of her trek.

Though she would never accept the title, she knew she was a bit of a scaredy cat, as Katrina had so lovingly put it when they were children. She avoided focusing on it to keep her wits about her, but the journey was beginning to send an eerie feeling up her spine.

With every crunching footstep, she swore there were eyes pinned to her. Every brush of her shawl over her bare skin was suddenly an insect crawling into her pores, every hair falling into her face was saliva dripping from an open maw above her head, every chirping animal was a deviant spying on her from the shadows. Shadows were elongated with the help of the moon. Naked tree branches now looked like spindly fingers reaching out to grab her and take her into the earth with them. The smallest creatures skittering over the brush were now out to snatch her away, taking her to their master where she would be nothing more than a banquet table of food.

This was most definitely not the way she wanted to spend her All Hallow's Eve. The only fun scares were the ones in town square, where the masks of witches and ghosts were strung around, and costumes were nothing more than a dressing game from those that she knew wouldn't hurt even a fly. Not this kind of chilling fear. Not the moments she had to convince herself were only in her head.

But, truly, (Y/N) knew they were only in her head. There wasn't any deviant in the woods around Katrina's home, let along a monster with rows of teeth or blinking eyes on the moon. It was just her and the critters that could survive the shift of seasons out here.

She just better be getting more than a couple of loaves of bread for this.

Tightening the knitted shawl around her body, she pushed on. Katrina's cabin couldn't be that far.

(Y/N) all but jumped out of her skin when she heard a loud crunch. She swore the sound came from behind her instead of underneath her feet like the moments before. Her steps faltered. Everything inside her wanted to turn around, to prove that it was nothing more than an animal running passed instead of the ghoul she had conjured up. But, just as badly as she wanted to know, she wanted to run away and sprint to Katrina.

Steeling herself, (Y/N) surged onward. It was really just an animal. She would know if someone was following her. She would have heard something before this. No one could be that quiet.

Maybe.

She only made it a few yards further before a rustling of dead leaves sounded. Much closer behind her than before.

On instinct, she whipped her head over her shoulder.

Nothing but the bony trees. Shadows pulled thin under the bright moonlight didn't allow for many hiding places. Nothing and no one was to be seen.

Her heart hammered in her chest, climbing up to the base of her throat as she forced herself to move on. Sweat beaded on the back of her neck, pasting the thin strands of hair there to her clammy skin. Katrina was going to tease her if she didn't get herself in check; she couldn't walk up having this look of fright on her face.

With her pace quickened, (Y/N) moved on. The basket hanging from the crook of her elbow bounced against her hip with every hastened step. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched under her feet, the soft rush of the earth being disturbed under the heel of her boots padded each of her steps.

She needed to go faster, she urged herself. The faster she made this trade, the faster she made it home, and the faster she was home, the sooner she could join in on the All Hallow's Eve traditions. If she was lucky, Harry Styles might still even be out with his niece and she'll finally have a chance to talk to him and let him know she exists an—

A threatening growl reverberated through the trees.

A sharp yip fell from (Y/N)'s lips, her lungs squeezed free of air. Despite the cool air around her, she could feel her skin beginning to simmer in fear. Her heart pumped as if in her last moments.

What was it her mother said? When confronted by an animal, was she to be the bigger, scarier entity? Or was she supposed to lie still and hope they went away? Wait, was she supposed to run and hope they didn't give chase?

Parts of her began to grow numb, a light tingle appearing in the tips of her fingers as she dared to look at her stalker.

(Y/N)'s list of fears was long and winding, the kind that had the top spot constantly under fire as new worries were added. In that moment, she couldn't be sure what she was most afraid of seeing when she turned around, only that the not knowing wasn't an option.

Taking in a deep breath and holding as still as possible, she made the smallest movement to peer over her shoulder.

Her heart caught in her throat. Though she couldn't see all of it, the beast wasn't something that could be ignored. Not with the way its paws dug deeply into the earth, it's stance spanning as wide as the width of her shoulders. The fur grew in an array of shades of grey, thick and course. In the right light, he looked like nothing more than a shadow, the illusion only broken by the reflection of his black eyes. As much as she saw the heavy breaths the beast exhaled, she could hear it just as well as he drew closer.

A root snapped under its huge paw, like a bone crunching. The sound had her skin erupting into goosebumps, (Y/N) unable to stop herself from jumping in her spot. The basket hanging from her elbow bumped against the trunk of the tree at her side.

The wolf wasn't pleased by her sudden movement, opening its maw and breathing out a gravelly growl. Its teeth were sharp, incisors coming to a point with the express purpose of ripping and tearing meat from the bone. Saliva gleamed over the teeth, dripping onto the soil at its feet.

It took another step closer to her. (Y/N) trapped herself with her back to the trunk of the tree.

Rushes of blood roared through her ears. She couldn't tell if the black touching the corners of her vision were the result of a stray cloud drifting over the moon, or the fact that she could be looking death in the eye as it stalked towards her.

All for a couple of bread loaves. From Katrina.

At that moment, (Y/N) felt a spark sink into her stomach. It was surprisingly offensive to think that her death would come on the journey to Katrina's cabin. That was far from fair.

In what she was sure she would later think of as a stupid move (if she made it long enough to have a later anyway), she dug the toes of her boots into the earth, waiting just long enough to feel one more beat of her heart against her ribs. Then, she took off.

(Y/N) had to hope this was the lifetime that would allow her to possess the speed to outrun a hellish wolf. Meandering through the trunks of spindly trees, she attempted to cut him off as best as possible, even if the pounding of the beast's feet sounded heavy and close behind her.

She was going to make it, she told herself. Just keep running. Get to Katrina. Get to the edge of the woods. Scream, let anyone else know what was happening. Maybe a hunter was out here—a stupid one for being out so late, but who was she to criticize. She was going to make it, and liv—

A jutting root caught on the tip of her boot. (Y/N) swore the world moved in slow motion as she fell.

The clouds above stopped. The moon dimmed. The leaves under her turned crystalline.

This was it.

Her chin hit the damp earth first, her jaw clamping shut. Her hands stung as she attempted to catch herself, sticks and rocks embedding into her skin. The basket in her arms was crushed under her weight.

This was it.

Hopefully, someone would deliver the bread loaves to her mother instead. Hopefully, someone would find her.

A deafening growl sounded through the forest. Tears filled her closed eyes.

This was it.

Until it wasn't.

The growl had been cut short, killed with a vibrating slam against the forest floor. The static feeling someone looming behind her vanished. Despite the lack of heavy, hot breath fanning across her back, she didn't move. She couldn't trust the sudden change in the air. Her bones stayed stiff as he continued to brace herself against the forest floor.

Another growl rang through the forest. This one was decidedly different than what she had heard while being stalked.

There was another beast. That much she could be sure of.

(Y/N) couldn't decide if it was scarier to not know what was behind her, or to see exactly what the end of her life was going to look like.

When a duo of gravely barks reverberated behind her, the decision was made for her on instinct. Though her gaze was blurry thanks to the tears filling her eyes, she was able to make out the pair of wolves looming behind her.

But neither of them were looking at her.

Roots and brush dug into her back as she rolled to her back. Neither of them appeared to notice the movement of the prey before them, supernatural eyes pinned on one another. While the initial beast's eyes were reflections of moonlight, colored a primal yellow, the newcomer had emerald crescents at its irises.

This new one was also bigger and broader. (Y/N) had thought the yellow-eyes wolf was large and scary enough, this new one was in a league of its own. She shuddered to think just how easy it would be for this one to swallow her whole.

Despite how large the emerald-eyed creature was, it was decidedly sleeker than the other. There wasn't anything course and tufting in its brown coat. Sharpened teeth, though just as menacing, lacked the chips and discoloration the other had. It looked less... feral compared to the other; desperate for a chase.

The emerald-eyed one stepped close to the beast, growling and baring its teeth in intimidation. The rigid posture kept its maw wide over the yellow-eyed one's head, dripping with saliva. A throat growl vibrating from its massive chest.

(Y/N) almost cringed when she saw the stalking beast refuse to back down despite the size difference presented with the emerald-eyed competitor. She was far from being a meal worthy for death.

Neither refused to back down, but at least they didn't spare even a single look in her direction. Now was the time to flee, get away from there and to Katrina before another nasty foe caught wind.

She didn't think before she scrambled to her feet and ran. She had to hope that the competition presented by the two wolves would allow enough cover to get her safely away.

Every hope of that was dashed when it only took a handful of moments before pounding footsteps sounded behind her. At least she had a head start.

The world around her was directionless as she attempted make sense of the trees she should be much more familiar with. She just needed to get away, as far as she was concerned. If she was able to make it to Katrina, even better.

Sweat slipped down her back, her shawl hanging from her shoulder. Branches caught on her dress. Roots attempted to trip her. The cold air didn't want to work with her lungs, every breath feeling that much more stilted. All while being pursued by animals that shouldn't exist—not like this.

Just as she swore she saw the backside of Katrina's cottage, between large trunks and spindly branches, one of the two beasts skidded in front of her. She hadn't heard the change in direction, but there were still footsteps sounding behind her.

(Y/N) was forced to stop, keeping herself from bashing into the chest of one of the wolves. But that kept her stationary just for the other to close in behind her.

She wasn't sure when, but tears slipped down her cheeks. The moisture stung the cuts on the planes of her face, searingly hot against her chilled skin.

There was no way out this time.

Especially not when the beast in front of her, the one with glinting green eyes, started charging towards her.

Pressing in on herself, (Y/N) fell to the floor. It was a fruitless attempt, she was sure, but she curled her arms around her head, rolling into a ball between the brush and roots. There was a chance, however small, that she may be harder to eat and swallow like this.

At her back, the pounding paws were louder across the forest floor. It was there, just behind her.

She wondered if she could feel each bite as her flesh was torn from her bones, or if she would die before then.

Peeking between her curled arms, (Y/N) saw the emerald-eyed beast close in on her. His maw was open wide, a menacing growl sounding through the forest.

Just as she expected to feel the last dredges of the cold air and every piece of her body connected to one another, the beast leapt. Right over her head. And onto the wolf at her back.

Crunches that sound did a lot like broken tree branches rang through her head. But, (Y/N) knew, she wasn't sure how, that those cracks weren't from the forest. That was the snap of bones. She was sure.

Whimpers were now interspersed with the gravely growls, pitches and devastating. Cracks and crunches tore the rhythm apart.

One of them was dying behind her.

(Y/N) couldn't look. She didn't want to see what kind of carnage was taking place behind her. All she knew was that the silence that shortly followed a particularly screeching whine was the sign of an ended fight. The elimination of competition—and her only safety in the form of distraction.

Along with the blood pudding around her boots.

Her body felt faint, her head too heavy for her neck. She was out of chances.

It was then that she hoped she actually wasn't that close to Katrina's cabin. She didn't want her cousin to wake to a sight like this.

A humid puff of air fanned across the back of (Y/N)'s neck, moving the baby hairs pasted to the nape. A quiet whimper tore from her throat, eyes stinging with more tears.

Take her throat first, she wanted to beg. Kill her quickly.

Instead of the hot slice of teeth through her flesh, she felt the nudge of a wet nose against her neck. A chuff sounding.

(Y/N) sat still. Blood began to creep up the hem of her dress, sticking to her ankles.

Another small chuff. A whine so broken and breathy. A whoosh of air bloomed at her side.

Forcing herself to peel her head up, she saw the brown wolf, green-eyed and sleek, laying at her side. It looked up at her with bright eyes, something knowing flashing through them. Despite its large frame and bloody maw, it looked almost pathetic with its puppy-dog eyes and crossed paws.

The beast had saved her. Unless this was an advanced species, having adapted a wolfy version of manipulation, this beast had saved her and wanted her to... live.

She blinked at the beat. Still with a beating heart in her chest and each of her limbs attached to her body.

This wasn't it. The beast before her wasn't her death.

A savior, more like it.

The pressure in her body came to a head, her ribs seemingly collapsing as sobs wracked her body.

(Y/N) reached towards her savior, fingers skating through its bloody fur. Warmth seeped into her fingers at the touch, drawing her that much closer before practically falling into the beast.

The wolf reacted only in small scoots of its body coming closer, sharing it's warmth and comfort with her. Quiet chuffs sounded as it nosed at her neck.

"You saved me," she whispered, the words watery and thin. "Y-You saved me."

Though she would have normally scoffed at the idea of any part of this animal being knowing or intelligent, what she had seen tonight had showed her that there was nothing ordinary about this beast. She believed he knew what she was talking about when it cuddled closer to her, giving a small yip before its rough tongue tentatively licked over her neck.

Not even a flinch was given at the contact.

The beast had saved her and was now sharing its warmth with her. It was comforting her as if language was irrelevant when it came to communication.

(Y/N) wasn't sure how long she stayed wrapped around this creature, only that the chill had seeped from her body but her bones were incredibly stiff when she finally unfurled. Her tears had ran dry like the blood seeping from her injuries.

The green eyes of the beast matched her own gaze, large and round as it took her in. It nosed at her chin, a chuff fanning over her skin.

"My—" she cut herself off to clear her throat from the croaky state of her voice, "My cousin, she lives over here. I-I need to go to her." The loaves of bread were at the absolute bottom of her list, but a warm home was at the top. "W-Will you... stay?"

In the back of her head, (Y/N) wanted to be concerned about the state of her sanity. But she knew, deep in the pit of her stomach, that this creature understood her. He knew what she was saying, what she was asking.

Especially when it stood to its full height, head bobbing as if in a nod.

The beast allowed her to grab his scruff to steady her as she stood to her feet. Every bone in her body suddenly became aware of how hard she had pushed herself to stay alive. Aches and bruises bloomed over her body. She stumbled, only for the wolf to sidle up to her, giving more support.

"Sorry," she murmured, keeping her grip tight on the wolf as they started towards Katrina's cabin.

Standing side by side, (Y/N) was hyperaware of just how large this creature was. The tufts of its ears peeked over her own head, leaving her at eye level with the beast. Her gait was stilted, but the wolf stayed at her side, though she was sure it could cover miles in less time than it would take her to move yards away. She could feel the probing gaze it gave her with each step, a primal feeling of concern bubbling behind its eyes.

Katrina's cabin came into view, a kind of relief flooding her system that had her heart cracking. She could have fallen to her knees, thanking whatever deity it was that had kept her in its sights this evening. Though, she figured she knew well which one she needed to start with.

"Thank you," she murmured, a sad smile touching the corner of her lips as she looked to her creature. She slowed to a stop at the backside of Katrina's cottage, her kitchen window in view, complete with warm amber lighting seeping into the forest. A beacon.

The beast butted its head against her shoulder.

"You saved me," she repeated, visibly drooping. If not for the grip she had on his neck, she was sure she would have fallen. "Thank you."

Another chuff. Another affectionate head-butt against her arm.

The beast tipped its head just so, meeting her eyes under the pale moonlight.

Emerald irises glimmered. So human, with understanding floating through them.

As well as something far more familiar than should be seen in an animal.

(Y/N) was well aware of just how deeply traumatizing this trek had become, but she refused to think it a crack in her sanity when she swore that the beasts eyes were ones she had seen before. A green so unique and enthralling.

A green she had only ever seen in the gaze of Harry Styles.

The mayor's son. The shy man who had plucked (Y/N)'s attention every time he walked into the room, even if he didn't even know she existed.

The eyes of a human man.

Maybe she was cracking already.

She tipped her head just so, the wolf's eyes following the movement.

"You... Your eyes...They—"

(Y/N) was suddenly cut off at the clattering sound of Katrina's dingy door behind pushed open.

"(Y/N)? Is that you?! You were supposed to be here hours ago!"

Whipping her gaze to where Katrina was rounding the front of her home, peering around the porch and right to where she was standing.

Right next to the wol—

A branch snapped in the forest. Moonlight glinted off a slick, blood-matted fur. The creature was gone, disappearing into the forest. Only the ghost of its warmth remained.

"Oh, lord—(Y/N)! What happened?! Are you okay?"

Katrina raced towards her. No wolf was to be seen, no large creature that had saved her.

"The w-wolf," she muttered, voice broken like the skin of her lips, "He—Katrina—"

"What wolf?" her cousin asked, approaching (Y/N) with concerned eyes and worried features, "(Y/N), you're bleeding. What happened?!"

"There... There were two wolves," she muttered, distractedly looking to her cousin, "One of them... It saved me."

Katrina pinned her bottom lip between her teeth. Gentle hands landed on (Y/N)'s biceps.

"Let's get you inside. You need to warm up, and then we can talk about everything. Okay?"

(Y/N) didn't remember agreeing to the proposition, but she knew she made it inside the cottage. That was where, beside the fire, she had to wonder if what she had seen—the wolves, the glimmering eyes, the supernatural size and strength of the creatures—was even real.

If she really had seen the eyes of Harry Styles in the sockets of a deadly beast.

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"You are never going out like that again, (Y/N). Katrina isn't even that talented at baking!"

(Y/N) cracked a smile at her mother's fretting. It had been this way all morning after Katrina had escorted her home. (As well as three loaves of bread and every pastry left to spare).

"I won't, mother," (Y/N) vowed, just the same as she had the first dozen times her mother had made the same declaration.

"Two wolves," she muttered, flying back to the kitchen to stir the soup simmering on the stove, "I cannot believe that kind of evil—so close! This town..."

More angered mutterings sounded from the kitchen, but were cut off at the sound of a knock at the door. Before she could move a single inch from where she had been stationed on the couch,(Y/N)'s mother shouted that she would grab the door—do not move!

She watched as her moth pulled open the door, the guest being shielded from (Y/N)'s view. But she heard the voice.

One that caused her heart to spike. Today, for a slightly different reason than the usual.

Harry Styles was here.

"Oh, thank you, Harry! She is going to love this, thank you."

A rumbling tone sounded around her mother. (Y/N)'s name tossed in the mixed.

"She's still very fragile, but you may come in and speak to her if you'd like."

(Y/N)'s spine straightened. The sound of floorboards creaking under foreign weight filled her small home. Harry's head peeked over her mother's, complete with waving curls, a rich brown. The kind that would have gleamed so prettily under a clear, moonlit night.

Harry's eyes met her as her mother escorted him inside.

Green.

Unique and enthralling.

A soft smile bloomed over his lips. "Hello," he greeted her, (Y/N)'s mother disappearing into the kitchen. "How are you feeling?"

"I am alright," (Y/N) nodded, attempting to sit up before Harry urged her to stay just where she was.

"No, don't move. You are alright hurt enough," he muttered, coming to crouch at the side of the chaise. Concern floated in his eyes—the kind of concern that (Y/N) almost wanted to place as guilt.

"I really am alright. I look worse than I feel," she attempted to joke, though it fell flat when Harry only trapped his bottom lip between his teeth.

A familiar circuit was run over the planes of her face, taking stock of every slight injury.

Just like the emerald-eyed wolf.

"I gave it to your mother, but my family put a few things together for your recovery. I hope they're able to bring you some comfort." He dropped his gaze from hers. "I cannot imagine going through what you did. You are incredibly brave."

A warmth bubbled along her skin. At least that part was still normal—she was not immune to a dimple and pretty hair.

"I wouldn't call myself brave, but I appreciate your words," she muttered, a bit sheepish at his praise, "All I did was run."

"Sometimes, that is the smartest move to make," Harry murmured, a lopsided smile on his strawberry-hued mouth. "I am just glad you are alright. I've been worried sick since I heard the news."

Her heart caught in her throat. He knew she existed—enough to worry about her well-being.

"I am," he started, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, "so happy to see you. Please call on me if you need anything to help your recovery—anything at all."

"Um, I-I can do that."

The dimpled smile that bloomed over his face was enough to have her throat clogged and lungs stilted. With a face this pretty, it was increasingly harder to find the similarities between the man before her and the blood-matted wolf in the woods.

"If it's alright with you," Harry started, voice dropping a tone lower as if sharing a secret, "I would like to request that if you ever need to make that trek again, that someone accompany you. Myself, included."

(Y/N) didn't have to think before she was nodding her head. "I can do that."

"Thank you," he smiled, a breathy laugh floating through his voice, "I am unable to stay long today, but I would like to check in on you this week. If that's alright with you."

Tempering her reaction as much as she could, (Y/N) only gave a demure nod as Harry stood to the full of his height. "I don't have much else going on, but I suppose I can fit you into my schedule."

Her tease was enough to draw a laugh from him. An achievement, as far as she was concerned.

"I will see you tomorrow, then? If you're not already occupied," he played along, edging towards the open door. "And, please,"—he paused, the intensity of his gaze sitting squarely on her—"if you see another wolf with those yellow-eyes, tell me. Those seem to be more dangerous than the others."

The next moments passed in a haze. She was sure Harry said goodbye to her mother and made plans for the following day. She was sure her mother praised Harry's kindness, talking him up to (Y/N) as if she didn't already know. She was sure her heart continued beating and her lungs continued filling.

She was sure the world continued on, even when her mind stood still.

(Y/N) hadn't told anyone about the yellow eyes.

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kyxhiin · 8 months ago

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Shazam Family confusing the JL and immortal Billy combo post! (The Shazam fam will only include Freddy, Mary, and Billy. Sorry guys)

The Shazam Family confuses the JL by alot. And by alot it means "Cap' what the hell, what do you mean she's still alive??? HALF OF HER BODY IS GONE!" kind of way. For instance

The JL are on a mission, fighting some alien made robots that can "harm" the shazam fam so they had to be extra careful with this one. Mary Marvel was punching down these robots easily with Captain, until one of them got her from behind and.. BLASTED HER UPPER HALF OFF??? Marvel held her half limp lower half body, but despite all the blood was hollow?

Captain Marvel: Oh.. That can not be good. *In a super calm voice that can only be compared to adding too much water when cooking instant noodles.*

All the JL if not most stopped what they were doing and looked at cap and now the completely if not all with a solemn expression with a tinge of disgust. Flash approaching him first because, he's the fastest.

Flash: Hey man.. Are you alright? *He said, knowing no medical care could save her. CAUSE HER UPPER HALF IS GONE!*

Captain Marvel getting up, throwing Mary Marvel on his shoulder his smile returning but not as big as before: Upsy daisy! Sorry flash didn't meant to worry you all, let me just get her fixed up and she'll be ready to go. I'll be taking the rest of the day off.

And just like that he speeds off into the distance, holding the body parts of what once was Mary Marvel. Everybody's expressing their condolences from the day before for Captain Marvel, all dressed in black (except batman, he's always dressed in black.) with condolences gifts like letters, money (wait does he even need money?), food, flowers, and other sorry gifts.

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Wait.. Is that Cap? AND IS THAT MISS MARVEL???? WHAT THE #!$!#!@#!?

They all aprouch Cap and Mary and start talking. Why aren't they mentioning the day before? Why are they both acting like everything's okay! And just like that nobody talks about it ever again.

(Does this count as immortal Billy? Lol, if not I'll re-do it. But now to the Freddy part.)

Captain and Jr have been arguing, arguing alot because SOMEBODY ate somebody else's banana bread muffins. And here's a thing, Cap's nice and happy go lucky to everybody, literally everybody including the villains all the time except for.. his children (That's what the JL assumes, lmao.)

Captain with his hands doing the sock puppet thing while Jr was talking to him: Nananana, that's what you sound like right now. Just admit you ate my muffins!

Green Lantern approaching Captain cause he overheard some of the stuff they were saying to eachother. Nudging Marvel to get his attention: Dude, hey. I don't think you can say that to your son-

Jr immediately cutting in cause he heard what Hal said cause he refuses to be called in any shape or form being younger than Marvel (it's the only thing he has against that tractor of a man when he's in his Marvel form, let him have this): Hey! I'm his OLDER brother thank you very much!

He said, loud enough so everybody can hear it. And the JL just stop their conversations and what they were doing, Just to look at Cap and Jr.

Hi hi, hope you enjoyed this even though this is not my regular posting schedule!!.

#dc universe #dc #dc comics #dcu #batman #billy batson #shazam #captain marvel #detective comics #green lantern #hal jordan #the flash #barry allen #mary marvel #mary batson #freddy freeman #captain marvel jr #fawcett comics #shazam family

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humanradiojmp · 3 months ago

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First impressions with The Gaslight District trailer

Really enjoy how the animation is done. Almost seems like some of it was done maybe on twos instead of ones (24 fps is average and considered animating on ones, so twos would be half at 12 fps) giving it a slightly choppier feel in some instances. Could be wrong on that part, but do know going back that there’s moments where the point of impact is delayed to give an extra punch to whatever is happening. With the editing, gives an impression those are some serious moments.

Stylization very unique and different than the previous two shows. I remember in GlitchX 2023 it was mentioned they were pushing themselves with the stylization and their attempts at getting it right, and it shows. It almost makes me think of a video game with how the graphics are, and I mean that in a good way. Lots of clean but dramatic lighting and solid models for the characters. some of the camera angles also gives this idea, like when it pans from the side to the front of the house (shop?) makes me think the beginning of a cut scene. Plus, some of the details on skin and hair make me think of almost cell shading for comics where there’s a slight line to indicate muscle or hair strands.

Speaking of that particular moment, I’m almost getting earlier 3D animation, like from the 90s-2000s, specifically Monster House. Something about it gives me that same vibe. Also kind of resembles Claymation with the texturing and such, but clearly computer animated.

Honestly just going over the trailer a few times the animation is soooo good. the studio really is getting better and better every episode of their series. Like thinking how Murder Drones started verses how it ended in graphics alone shows how they improved. There’s even signs of better quality between episode one and four of Digital Circus. and it just looks so professional. Big round of applause for everyone who works there/for them for their efforts.

Both from the synopsis of the video and a few things in the video itself indicates the series is going to be quite a doozy. Undead gangsters in a (potentially) gothic punk environment. Whole bunch of conflict from that alone I’m sure, plus what’s going on with our main lead (trying making out her name but just can’t quite get it; if someone could tell me what it is, that’d be great). The main character seems to be loyal to the family she’s part of, but also curious as to where she came from. One scene shows a part of a conspiracy string board with a photo of her and what I’m assuming is her father figure, a torn paper reading “where do I come from?” and a newspaper clipping about humans and how they’re tied to a prophecy involving the destruction of the Gaslight District. Probably suspects she’s not actually undead, or was a human that was killed and revived but with her memories fuzzy at best (We got quite a few characters with memory problems in the Glitch verse. First Tari in Meta Runners, then N in Murder Drones, Pomni and the rest of the humans in Digital Circus and now our main girl here. Is having some form of amnesia a required trope for Glitch? /j)

I swear I know the voice of the main girl, but I can’t put my finger on it. Big butcher bug looking guy kind of sounds like Pete from all the Mickey Mouse stuff (grew up watching a lot of Disney stuff don’t come at me for the first idea I got) but a lot more gravely.

I feel like I’m going to say this a lot, but very unique designs for the cast. With things like animation what makes them stand out from one another is the designs of the cast and world as a whole. There’s some gangly boney like characters in the background and then the main cast. There’s the bug butcher that also almost makes me think of the Kraang from TMNT 2K12, a guy with a loaf of bread for a head, skin degrading skeleton guy, and our main girl that looks mostly mummified if the wrappings around her body are any indication. Not to mention that giant thing with the eye both in the thumbnail and family photo. I feel like @endomentendo is really going to get a kick out of the designs here because a lot of reminds me of their art, at least with some of their OCs. I want to push my capabilities of drawing characters that aren’t quite perfectly human so I might try my hand at drawing one of these guys for practice. (anyone else notice one guy eating cars that has a head that I think is supposed to be a luggage bag but looks a lot like Caine?)

Intrigued by the soundtrack. Like the hollow-ish bell sounds in the first half and then the more hopeful, light track of the second half that’s paired with the violence. Bright happy music with sad or violent things has got to be one of my favorite tropes. And sound design in general is really good. with the whispers and the different sound effects like the gun shots and punches and drowning, all well done.

Overall, a testament to the team’s work and skill, and showing another example of someone’s creativity being highlighted in a way they may not have had the chance before. I vaguely remember how Part Time Seagull (the creator of The Gaslight District) was working/planning to make this a series, but 2D and had some concept art, which is how he was found by Glitch. It really is great that the studio is trying to help people have their dreams realized and helping others showcase their works and ideas (thinking how GlitchX 2024 was more of a showcase of others’ works then their own). Truly a powerhouse of indie animation.

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novahreign · 5 months ago

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Terry Richmond x black fem

Summary: Charlie is at her wits end running her household by herself. She just needs one thing and that’s her husband. (Hoping to get better at summaries)

Angst, Fluff.

I hope you enjoy!

Charlie was at her wits end. She swallowed the hard jump in her throat as she stirred the tomato sauce for the spaghetti. She tapped the spoon on the edge of the pan, then it set it on a napkin. She checked her phone, it read 5:20 p.m, her husband Terry would be home soon. He had gone to pick up one of their twin sons, Terry Jr “Tj” from baseball camp. The other twin was currently staring her down, concerned etched in his face.

“You okay, mama?” He was just like his father-observant and empathetic.

“Im okay Tye, thank you.” She managed to give him a small smile, hoping that would keep him from asking any further questions.

“Alright.”

He turned his attention back to building his Lego battleship. Charlie turned the fire down, letting the sauce simmer.After, popping some garlic knots in the oven, she went to check on her other set of twins-girls.

“Callie, Truth? What are you girls doing?”

Callie was propped up on a bean bag pillow, intently watching Bluey, while Truth sang “Girl on Fire” at the top of her lungs, repeating the same line over and over.

“What are you girls doing?” She asked again, her eyes scanned the playroom-it was a mess. Dress up clothes, magnets, pretend food and foam blocks were scattered all over the floor. “Girls!” She huffed, “what did we talk about? You’re not suppose to pull all of the toys out, like this.”

“Truth did it.”

“Nuh uh, Callie did!” She frowned, “You did that Callie, stop lying!”

Charlie had to keep from rolling her eyes. The last thing she needed was breaking up a fight between her toddler twins “It’s both of y’all’s toys, so you two, need to work together.” She clapped her hands “get to it.”

“Hey bubba boy.” She cooed, kneeling down peppering kisses on his cheeks “Ooo, Carter Jay, you stink.” She got him out of the walker, grabbed a diaper and the pack of wipes. She laid him on the couch to change him.

Their living room looked like a nursery. She had just finished cleaning it that morning, and it was almost right back to how it was before. She sighed deeply, feeling the lump starting to form again and the tension build even more in her body. She had just threw away Carter’s diaper when she caught a glance at the camera, neither Truth or Callie were doing what they were told.

“Girls!” She yelled, causing Carter to jump. “I’m sorry bubba.” She chuckled. Her poor baby boy was looking at her like she was crazy.

She placed Carter back into the walker, who immediately stared crying. “You’re okay baby, you’re okay.” She moved to cut the stove off and took the bread of the oven. “Tye, could you watch him for a minute please, while I go check on your sisters?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t take him out though, please.”

“I got you mama”.

Back upstairs, After correcting them, she helped the girls picked up their toys, placing them in their designated spots, with a warning to not pull all the toys out again. She grabbed the remote, turning off the television. She scooped up Callie, placing her on her hip.

“Bluey!” Callie whined

“We aren’t watching Bluey anymore. You’re going to eat dinner, take a bath and go to bed.”

She slid down Charlie’s body, melting to the floor. Callie was their dramatic child. Carter spotted his mama and started up crying again.

“Great, now I have two kids crying,” she thought to herself as she took Carter back out of his walker.

“Yall go wash your hands for Dinner, you to Tye.”

“Aw man, but I’m not done yet mama.” She shot him a look.

“Yes ma’am” he hopped down from the stool. “Don’t touch my stuff Truth.”

“I’m not going to touch it, bubby, I’m just looking at it.” Her green eyes peeking over the counter.

“You better not.”

The garage door opened and Terry and his Jr, walked in. Truth immediately ran to him with her arms outstretched “Daddy!” He happily picked her up, planting kisses and telling her how much he missed and loves her.”

“Hey mama,” Tj wrapped his arms around her waist

“Hey sweetie, how was camp?”

“It was good, and fun! I hit a dinger and got three home runs.”

“That’s my guy.” They high-fived

He had a big smile on his face, showing his two missing front teeth ”Yeah, everybody can just call me Benny “the jet” Rodriguez now.” He hit the griddy dance.

Charlie laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead “Okay, Benny. How about you, griddy yourself to bathroom and wash up, you’re so sweaty, ugh.” He tickled Carter’s feet, causing the baby to laugh. “I’m gonna get those legs Carter boy.”

Charlie rushed him along “Go baby, quick, quick, quick.”

Terry leaned against the counter, taking in their encounter. Charlie turned toward him and sticking Carter out for him “Here you go, Say, Hi Daddy.”

Terry nibbled on his chunky boy. “Hey baby.” He leaned down, kissing her lips.

“Hi, honey.” She was just about to lean into him, when Callie started up her wailing. Charlie let out a frustrating huff.

“What’s up with her “he nodded towards Callie.

Charlie just looked at him.

“Oh.”

“Exactly.”

Understanding how their child operated from time to time. Callie was no longer crying because of Bluey, but because no one wanted to play with her, although no one was playing but sitting at the table, ready to eat.

He looked at Callie, his sweet little baby twin. Tears streaming down her red cheeks. Out of all his kids, she was most like him as a child, not only that, she looked the most like him, from the skin complexion, to the eyes, even down to the big ears. He looked from his daughter to his wife. She wore a weary expression.

“Baby.” He called out to her

“Hum.” She answered as she put the plates of food on the table for the kids.

He stopped her from making another plate, “How was your day beautiful?” As she looked at him, there, he saw the unshed tears. He pulled her into him.

“I need your words baby.” He said as he ran a hand up and down her back. He adjusted Carter who stopped playing with his ear to look at his mommy. “Talk to me baby.”

She patted his chest. “Not good, but I’ll be fine.”

He’s known this woman for twelve years, and knew that she was no where near fine. He understood that this wasn’t exactly the right time, so he let it go-for now.

He hooked his arm around Tye, who was passing him by. “What’s up son.”

“What’s up dad!” He dapped his father up.

“You ain’t been giving your mama, a hard time, have you?”

“No, Sir.”

“That’s what I love to hear, holding it down while your daddy’s gone.” he kissed his forehead. “Your legos looking good. I’m going it have to check it out after dinner.”

Tye smiled, he was happy that his daddy was home. “I love you dad.”

“I love you too.”

They sat at the table as a family, well all except for Callie, who was still pouting.

“Callie, are you gonna eat your food?” Tye asked his little sister.

“Yeah, Callie. You gonna be hungry.”

She grunted at her twin, “Leave me alone Truth.”

Truth rolled her eyes and waved her off “whatever.”

Terry and Charlie pressed their lips together to keep from laughing. Charlie shook her head as she broke up Carter’s noodles, then turned back to look at Callie

“Callie, when Daddy starts washing dishes. Dinner will be over and you’re not going to be able to eat,so, if you’re hungry, you need to come eat.”

Callie didn’t say anything, just looked at Charlie.

“Did you hear your mother?” Terry’s calm but firm voice broke Callie’s gaze away from her mother’s. She nodded her head.

“I needs your words Callie Marie.”

“Yes sir.” She pouted.

“Alright, then. Come eat your food.”

She started crawling on the tile for “Stand up and walk.” She did what her daddy told her and sat down next to her mother. She looked at Charlie for sympathy “I’m glad that you decided to join us. Eat your food please.” She cast a quick glance at her father and did what her mama asked of her.

Once dinner was over and the kitchen was cleaned, Terry helped the boys with their legos. The girls were coloring and Charlie was playing with Carter on the couch.

“Uh oh, ooooo, mommy!” Callie jumped on the arm of the couch and tapped her repeatedly. “Mommy, Truth colored on the wall.”

“What?!” Charlie got up and sure enough, Truth had taken crayons to her newly painted walls, “Did you do this?”

Truth slowly shook her head .

”No ma’am! You know better than that Truth!” She grabbed a soapy rag and tried to scrub it off

“Callie did it too.” She said throwing her sister under the bus.

“Nuh huh!” Callie yelled from the couch

Callie wasn’t being honest. Charlie made out her name on the wall. Where she was practicing.

“Callie, you did, because you tried writing your name. Why would yall do that? Put the crayons on the counter.” She kept scrubbing “How the Fu-it’s not even coming off!” She stood up. “Yall are done for the night! We’re going upstairs,taking baths and going to bed.”

The girls started crying. “No, I don’t want to hear it.” She lead the girls upstairs “Yall knew better. Boys! Yall have thirty minutes with the legos and then it’s showers and bed, you hear me?”

“Yes ma’am.” They looked at eachother, glad that they weren’t on the receiving end of their mother’s frustration.

She got the girls bathed and in their PJs.

“I’m sorry for coloring in the wall

Mommy, I love you.” Truth hugged her.

“I’m sorry too, mommy.”

She sighed.”Tomorrow is a new day, we’ll make better choices.”

They asked for a bedtime story, she declined and they knew better than to start whining, she kissed them good night and left the room. When she made it back downstairs, she noticed the boys were missing and downstairs was damn near spotless.

“Where are the boys?”

“Upstairs, showering and getting ready for bed.” Carter was sleeping peacefully in his daddy’s arms. Terry placed him the portable crib.

“Come here beautiful “ she walked into his outstretched arms

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I’ve ran you a bath, go and take all the time you need.”

“All the time, I need. That’s sounds wonderful. Thanks baby.” She kissed him before going into their bedroom. She stripped out of her clothes and sank into the water “oh my goodness, this feels amazing.” The water was just the right temperature- it soothed her aches. She relaxed in the water, resting her head on the back of the tub. She needed this.

Life away from their family was hard. After leaving the Marines, Terry got into the oil and gas industry, which uprooted their family to a city on the outskirts of Houston, Tx. He made good money working in that industry and with her income as a Dentist, they lived comfortably for a family of seven, but this job required Terry to work turnarounds every now and then and when he did, he rarely saw his family. Again? The money was great, but with him being absent and them having five kids, the load fell solely on Charlie. She loved her kids but it could be a lot. That’s the only down side of not having your family near. She did receive help every other weekend from Olivia, a part time preschool teacher but that was bi-weekends. She was thankful for her but nothing compared to doing all of this with Terry and she was glad that he finished his last week of a thirteen week turnaround today.

Charlie finished her night routine and entered the bedroom, hoping to find Terry, who wasn’t in there. She grabbed her Dahlia lotion from bath and body works and rubbed it all over her body and sprayed a vanilla scented perfume named “Skylar” on her neck, wrist and behind her knees. She was feeling like herself again. She dressed in an oversized Whitney Houston t-shirt and a pair of boys shorts before exiting the room to find her husband.

“Baby?” She whispered just in case he still had Carter. She noticed the living room lights were dim. She stepped out further, confused “oh my gosh, Terry!”

Her husband stood there with a bouquet of roses in his hands and a huge bag from her favorite jewelry store-James Avery. She truly was becoming a Texan girlie. The room was lit with some candles, that smelled amazing. It gave the room a nice ambiance. He had a nice little spread of mini pizzas, fruit and champagne on the living room floor. Charlie laughed as tears came down her face. She held her hands clasped under her chin as she looked at her husband, she slowly moved toward him.

“I love you so much, baby.” She kissed his lips multiple times “thank you for this.”

“Anything for you Char. I love you baby.”

Terry handed her the roses.

“Awww,honey, They’re beautiful. I don’t think we have a vase big enough for these.”

“It’s cool, I got one.”

“Look at you thinking of everything and thinking of me.”

He kissed her hand “I’m always thinking of you Charlie.” She caressed his face.

“Ahhh!!! My husband is amazing. Thank you Jesus!!!” She whispered yelled walking into the kitchen.

Terry laughed as she went to put the flowers in the vase.

The night was filled with some much laughter and teasing one another. They were enjoying this much needed time together. She leaned against Terry and held her arm out. “Baby, I’m loving this charm bracelet, it’s so me.” She admired the charms. All the things she loved. He knew her so well.

“I meant to ask, Did Carter go down good?”

“He put up a fight, but I had him.”

“He’s just used to mommy’s boobies.”

“Well he ain’t have much of choice tonight, with his spoiled ass.”

“Leave my little chocolate baby alone. He does no wrong. However, Callie, that sweet baby twin of yours, sis, is on another level. I love her but my goodness. She’s literally all you. Had me ready to pull all my hair out.

“My baby does no wrong.”

“What do you call that Picasso art work, miss ma’am did on my wall.”

“Wasn’t that Truth?”

She snickered “here you go…honestly that surprised me. I wouldn’t have thought, she would do that. Truth is usually in her own world, miss independent. “Sometimes, I feel like a terrible mom.I hate having to get onto them, in that way, it wasn’t fair, I was already frustrated and then those damn crayons and my wall.”

Terry let her vent, he didn’t say anything until he was sure that she was done.

“I know that we’re still adjusting to life here in Texas and with our family and a lot has fallen on you. I’m thankful for all that you do for me and our kids. You hold us down, like no other. I know we don’t have the support we had in North Carolina, but you have made this transition smooth. I love you and appreciate you so much Charlie. I want you to know that I see you. You’re an amazing wife to me and amazing mother to those kids, they adore you! The way the boys were gushing about you, they have such great respect and love for you, baby! You’re the best mother to my kids. Never doubt your ability to mother them. And I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re a terrible mother or hear that out of your mouth, because you’re not and never will be. Im here for you baby and whatever I need to do, to ease this parenting burden for you, I will do it. I know our time has been few and far between but I promise to make it up to you. Because it’s me and you Charlie. We’re in this together. I got you forever, Charlie. Thank you for holding me down.”

Charlie wiped her tears “thank you for always making me feel seen and heard. Just you listening to understand to me, warms my heart Terry. I swear God handcrafted you for me.”

“I pray that I always show up for you and make you feel safe to be vulnerable.”

She turned in her husband arms and kissed him with everything in her. “I needed you so bad, thank you for being here.”

He kissed her equally as hard. “Let me take care of you.”

She climbed on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. “I know, I tell you all the time but I also really appreciate everything you for us. You’re such a man of honor and I couldn’t imagine anyone else loving me and my babies the way that you do. She licked his lips “the best husband award goes to you….now I want you to make love to me. Show me how much you missed me.”

Terry spent the rest of the night, doing just that.

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ladykailitha · 2 months ago

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Spellbound Part 7

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Since it's been awhile I recommend re-reading part 6 here or from the beginning here.

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In this we Max's familiar and we meet a new magic user. He's fun!

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Robin blinked up at the house when she returned from her errands. Bav had a second storey when she was pretty sure it hadn’t before when she left the house this morning.

Bav swung open the door and Robin walked right in. She instantly spotted the reason for change and she sighed.

“I was wondering if he was going to get around his rule that way,” she muttered darkly to Max who was sitting there eating clotted cream and bread with Steve, who at least had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Hello, roommate!” Max said cheerily. “We both have rooms upstairs now. Steve said it was because Bav likes you best and wanted to give you the best room.”

Robin blinked at Max for a moment and then wandered up the stairs. Steve started to countdown from five.

Then suddenly the walls of the house turned bright pink.

“Wow,” Max said blinking from the sudden change. “I don’t think I’ve seen Bav turn that color before.”

“I have,” Steve said shaking his head fondly. “Bav has a crush on Robin.”

“How does a house have a crush?” Max asked, tilting her head to the side.

The walls suddenly turned a dark grey and seemed to slump.

Suddenly Max was waving her hands. “It wasn’t a criticism! I promise! I just don’t know how that works!”

Bav turned a warm yellow and Steve burst out laughing. “You’re forgiven. She’s sentient in the way a dog or cat might be. Limited intelligence and understanding, but with her own personality and moods.”

“Oh, I understand now!” Max said. “Well, I like my room too. Thank you, Bav.”

The yellow walls took on a soft pink to them. Max smiled and shook her. “That’s definitely going to take getting use to. Not accidentally offending the house.”

“Just wait until you learn to talk to her,” Steve replied with a grin. “I’ve been teaching Robin, but she’s having trouble guessing her moods.”

Robin come thundering down the stairs. “That’s because I understand French, Italian, Russian, and Spanish. She speaks some form of archaic German. It’s trickier.”

Max’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “She speaks what now?”

“Of course she speaks German,” Steve said tilting his head to the side in confusion. “She’s made from white fir trees from the Black Forest.” He looked at them like this was common knowledge.

“Did you know that?” Robin asked Max, who shook her head.

“What are you asking me for?” Max huffed. “Aren’t you the apprentice witch? I’ve only known this stuff for about an hour.”

Steve frowned. “That’s not witchy knowledge. That’s just common sense. When I apprenticed with my mother in the nearby city, everyone knew that a witch’s house was made of white fir from Germany.”

Max and Robin shared a confused glance. “We’ve never heard any of this stuff before.”

“First the Hendersons with the brownie, then Head Watchman Hopper not knowing what a red cap is,” Steve said putting his hands on his hips, “and now you two not knowing about witches’ houses. What in the nine hells is wrong with this town?!”

Robin furrowed her brows as she got a very serious expression on her face. “I can’t be absolutely certain, but the Carvers aren’t originally from this town. Mayor Carver’s father came to town when he was a young man about thirty years ago.”

Steve’s aura took on a darkness to it. It whirled around him like storms gathering over the marsh. The energy in the room cackled with lightning.

Max tilted her head to the side. “Have I always been able to see clouds around people or is that new?”

Steve’s aura suddenly went from black to shocked baby pink. “You can see auras?” he asked blinking at her. “Every person is born with an innate ability. A little magic of their own. It’s like someone making the best cup of tea you’ve every had, but when someone else does it the exact same way, it doesn’t taste the same. Train them as a witch and you get a potion master.”

Robin raised her hand excitedly. “Like me! My nana always preferred it when I made her soothing tea because she always felt better afterwards. Then when I came here, Steve told me I would be a great potion and medicine maker.”

“So what’s your ability?” Max asked leaning forward, eyes wide with interest.

Steve shrugged. “Don’t know. My mom said I was decent at a lot of things, so she figured I was just a hedgewitch, good at everything.”

“That’s boring.”

Robin laughed. “It is a bit,” she said holding her finger and thumb close together.

“It’s probably because of the centennial sorcerer thing,” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips. “I’m good at everything because I’m supposed to be the ultimate witch or whatever.”

Both girls opened their mouths to form an “O” and then nodded.

“That make sense,” Max said, “plus it’s not boring that way, too.”

Steve bowed dramatically and said haughtily, “I live to serve.” The he said in all seriousness, “No really, that’s the life of a witch. Serving the community of the town you chose to set up shop in.”

Max lip trembled. “Does that mean that Robin is going to leave us?”

Steve pulled her to her feet and gave her a big hug. Robin came over and wrapped her arms around them both.

“Of course it doesn’t,” Robin murmured. “Me and Stevie are a team. Platonic soulmates and we won’t be separated at any price. Plus, I’d have to get my own house and I love Bav.”

The house turned the walls a deep plum as she beamed in pride. Max turned her head to the side. “Wait, Bav’s moods match the auras!”

Steve pushed her back at arms length and looked at her in surprise. “Do you know how long it took full blown witches to figure that out? And have had Bav and auras for less than a half hour and you got it.”

Max grinned up at him ferally. “I just need to know what all the colors mean and I won’t have to speak with her in German. I mean I’ll still learn it because having two ways of communicating with her is better than one, but point me in the right direction.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “That I can do.”

He walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out two books for her. “This is all about witches’ houses and this is all about auras.”

Max clutched the book to her chest. “But I don’t know how to read...”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Robin said brightly. “I’m going to teach you how to read using the auras book so that you’re learning both things at the same time.”

Max brightened considerably and followed Robin back over to the table, where Robin started showing her the different letters and the sounds they made.

Steve walked over to the front door and patted the frame. “You did good today, Bav.” He kissed the frame and the house turned pink.

Eddie picked up the letter from his dad and sighed. It was the second letter after he didn’t answer the first. It spoke of enterprise and adventure, of ships and booze, of sex and opium. It spoke of freedom, of throwing caution to the wind and living life.

He closed his eyes and tried to list all the reasons for staying.

Uncle Wayne. With his arthritis he needed help and as he got older, the less the medicine he used would be effective. Even the witch confirmed that. He could up the dosage in a year or so, but once that stopped easing Wayne’s pain, all that could be done was make him comfortable.

Chrissy. He really shouldn’t be friends with her after what happened with Jason and the witch’s house. But he found her funny and bright. She always brought with her gossip and laughter. She was worth sticking around for.

The kids that the witch used as runners. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will. They always stopped by his house on purpose, chatting with him about the people on their routes. They were almost better than Chrissy with gossip. All of them bright and willing to help.

The girls. They were separate from the boys, though they all ran around together. But they were a special class. A witch apprentice, a changeling, and Erica Sinclair, who was a class all her own. Max and Elinor would come over in the evenings and listen to him play. They always said his stories came to life when he played.

And yes, fine. Steve. The witch. As grumpy as Eddie was about people assuming he was the witch, Steve never tried to make him change or degrade his choices. He spent time out of his day to talk to Wayne. Something Eddie knew full well he didn’t have to do.

There was a lot keeping him here, but was it really worth the pain of never meeting his soulmate? Because he doubted that in this uptight town there would be a man who, according to his childish wish, love Eddie for all his messy parts.

Suddenly there was a strange scratching noise at the window and Eddie brightened.

Oh yeah!

He opened the window and in skittered a black and tan little masked bandit. Eddie dove under his bed and pulled out a little bowl of chicken hearts and gullets. He set it down next to the ferret who instantly went to town.

“How could I forget you, Gawain?” he murmured, petting the long soft body of the animal. “You are definitely a reason to stay. I might not be able to talk to you the way that witch can talk to his birds, but you and I have something special, don’t we?”

Gawain nuzzled Eddie’s hand, careful to not get his snack all over it. Once he was done and Eddie had cleaned him up, the ferret had gone the way he came.

He would pass on the whole adventure thing. He had enough to keep him occupied here.

“The first thing you learn after learning what your magical skill is,” Steve said proudly, “is your familiar.”

“Like Circe and Merlin,” Max said with a nod. “Make sense. But what do familiars do? I mean besides argue with their witches?”

Robin giggle snorted. “They help harness your powers and act as messengers to other witches.”

“They do a lot more than that,” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips. “Familiars carry with them a part of your magic so that you can’t burn yourself up. I’ve had Circe for ten years and she has helped me many a time with my spells or potions by letting me borrow some of her magic. They act as companions, too. Most witches tend to live in the woods away from other people and need the company or they’ll go mad.”

“So what I’m hearing is that familiars are awesome,” Max said wide-eyed, “got it.”

Steve chuckled. “They are indeed.”

“And how do I get one?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. “Like is there a spell or something I need to know?”

“No,” Steve murmured. “They come to you when your power starts to awaken. I’m honestly surprised that yours hasn’t turned up yet. Which is why I wanted to bring it up.”

Then there was a scratching on the front door.

He frowned. It was unusual for Bav to not just let the person in if she knew them. So it must have been someone new. He went to the door and there was the most beautiful kit fox he’d ever seen. Its fur was a soft blend of red, grey and tan. Its ears were pert and twitching. Its eyes were glossy, but intelligent.

“Oh, hello.” Steve stared down at the fox in confusion.

“Oh my god!” Robin said, jumping up and down with excitement. “A fox! Of course you have a fox as your familiar! He’s gorgeous!”

The fox slipped past Steve to be welcomed by Max and Robin. They both squealed in delight as they gave him pets and scritches. Steve put his hands on his hips and tilted his head, glaring at the fox. The fox yipped happily.

“So what are you going to name him?” Robin asked, getting her hands under the scruff on the back of his neck.

“His name is Argyle,” Steve growled and the fox yipped again, this time disapprovingly.

Robin tilted her head to the side. “I didn’t know familiars could name themselves. I got to name Merlin and you told me about naming Circe.”

The fox yipped at Steve and he wagged his finger back. “You can talk in that form, don’t play cute. Jonathan might think you’re adorable when you yip instead of talk, but you’re about to make Max sad, and that is unforgivable.”

The fox’s ears flattened. “Sorry, man. You know I just love a good ear scratching in this form, especially having come such a long way.”

“What the hell?” Robin said as Max cried, “Cool!”

“Meet Argyle Foxspirit,” Steve said waving his hand at the fox. “He’s a shapeshifter from out West. His people have magic, but not in the way witches do.”

Argyle raised his paw to wave it at the girls. “You’ll pardon me if I don’t change back. One, it’s exhausting, and two, my clothes don’t shift with me.”

Max tilted her head for a moment.

Steve pinched his the bridge of his nose. “It means I’ll have a completely naked Native in my sitting room if he shifts back.”

“Oh!”

Just then Circe came through the window and cawed at Steve. He shook his head.

“Of course he did,” he said with a sigh. “Anything to make this more complicated. Can you bring her familiar here?”

Circe cawed and then another bird fluttered to land on the windowsill next to her. It was a beautiful bird of prey, with a bronze head and cream chest, speckled with more bronze. The bird cried out and Steve laughed.

“Oh!” Max said again. “I can understand him!”

“That is the indication of a familiar, my lady,” Argyle said, cocking his head to the side. “When Jonathan said this place was anti-magic, I didn’t realize how deep the rot went.”

Robin and Max shared a glance at each other.

“Jonathan as in Will’s older brother?” Robin asked. “I didn’t know he was a witch.”

Steve went to the cupboard and got out a bowl of water and set down for Argyle to drink. “My first apprentice, actually. He can talk to animals and not just familiars, like his Jadis.”

“I love Jadis!” Argyle said brightly. “The first lizard familiar I’d ever seen. She’s very pretty. She’s a blue crested lizard and is a sea green color.”

The hawk cried again.

“My apologies, dear sir!” Argyle said airily. “I did not mean to steal your thunder, but you did go to the wrong house, so...”

The hawk cried out again.

“I’m going to call him Zoomer,” Max said wistfully. “Because hawks are wicked fast.”

The hawk tilted his head in consideration. He cried again.

“It appears he likes it,” Steve said. “Huzzah.”

Then Robin and Max were properly cooing over the right familiar and how Merlin was going to be upset that there was another bird in the house that he couldn’t eat.

“Argyle,” Steve said after a moment or two, “I don’t mind you coming to visit but is there a reason you trekked all the way out here from Jonathan’s?”

“Oh yeah!” Argyle said and then buried his head in his paw, to show his shame. “Will never made it to Jonathan’s. He’s missing.”

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kcrossvine-art · 2 years ago

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G'morning all! Its nice to get back things,. Theres been some roadblocks with med shortages and life, and also with the material for these recipes. So far we've covered a lot of pastries, not because theyre mentioned more often in the series, but because being mentioned lends them more specificity in flavor than things like gravy, peas, or various meats. The latter can be prepped, seasoned, and served in so many different ways that it feels harder to make them 'faithfully' because a packet of instant potato mash is just as faithful as a pot of buttered potato mash. Baked goods tend towards 1, maybe 2, 'base' recipes that get altered and added to.

Today, we'll be making Beorn's Honey Cakes! A dish from one of my partners favorite characters- a delectable little treat befitting the… warm personality of the character.

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Beorn's Honey Cakes?” YOU MIGHT ASKSimple stuff! Simple sweet stuff!

All-purpose flour

Baking powder

Salt

Ground nutmeg

Unsalted butter

Whole milk

2 eggs

Honey

Vanilla extract

The veins of honey cakes ancestry can be traced back to any moment where people began baking bread. Honey is a natural preservative, and sweeter still on its lonesome.

AND, “what does Beorn's Honey Cakes taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKLike your aching muscles repairing themselves

Tastes like a honey graham cracker

But the texture is softer, wetter- somewhat like banana bread

Oh, and this will make your house smell So So Good

If you can resist the temptation of eating them immediately, they taste even richer the day after baking

Would pair well with milk green tea

Would also pair well with fresh orange slices (or those chocolate 'orange slices' candy)

Genuinely don't forget to flip them upside down when they go to bake the second time, not sure what it is but i was curious and did a test where i flipped half of the batch upside down and kept the other half of the batch right-side up like they cooked in the muffin tin. The ones i flipped upside down universally had a more consistent texture and the honey was able to permeate further.

.where honey called for, used clover honey

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From start to finish this recipe takes about an hour of work, give or take some negligible time for prep.

The batter is perhaps the babybird of all cake batters. The gloopy, protruding crumbs of butter, not unlike a squabs beady pupils visibly dark under its skin, break up the mass of sickly smooth and reassuringly sweet-smelling oak-colored liquid. You can feel the confusion of bees outside your home, wondering if this your attempt at making royal jelly.

Just like a babybird, it becomes more than the sum of its parts. Layer on that honey drizzle, layer it on thick, theres no risk of drowning subtle flavors. Its crisp edges will keep its form, springy and warm, inviting you as if you're not the one who crafted it (food you didn't cook always tastes better). The bees are sooooooooooooooo jealous of your opposable thumbs and muscular strength.

If you dont have eggs you could try substituting with apple mash. I can't vouch for it in this recipe but replacing eggs with mashed up apples for pancakes gives it adds a nice fruity flavor without changing the texture, and in theory should work here as well.

I give this recipe a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.)

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Ingredients:

270 grams all-purpose flour

1 1/2 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp salt

1/4 tsp freshly ground nutmeg

1 stick unsalted butter

160 grams milk

2 eggs

110 grams your favorite honey

1 tsp vanilla extract

Muffin tray and parchment paper

Method:

Preheat oven to 350f

In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, salt, and nutmeg.

Add the butter and rub it into the flour with your fingers until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.

In a small bowl beat the eggs until just combined. Pour in milk and then vanilla extract while stirring. Keep stirring vigorously while slowly pouring in honey.

Stir until the mixture is consistent in color.

Pour the liquids over the dry mixture and stir until just combined.

Pour the batter into a greased muffin tray, don't use any muffin paper/lining/cups.

Bake for 16 minutes, or until they reach their full height.

Carefully remove from the muffin pan and place the muffins upside down on a parchment lined tray.

Using a silicone pastry brush, generously cover the tops of the cakes with honey. Allow to sit for about 5 minutes to let the honey soak into the cakes.

Bake for an additional 8-10 minutes, or until the cakes are golden brown.

Remove from the oven and allow to cool.

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aloesarchives · 1 year ago

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Toji Fushiguro General/Relationship Headcanons #1

TW/Warnings: Profanity, Domesticity, AFAB/Female Reader, the talks of starting a family, little bit of married life (LMK if anything else needs to be tagged)

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her (Usage of female gendered terms like Sweet Girl, Woman, Princess)

Word Count: 6.6k words

So these head canons exist for all versions of Toji that I write. However, these are more based around Modern/Non-Sorcerer Au and my personal ‘Toji Lives’ Au. But these are also stand alone because they are some general stuff I think about for Toji in general and his relationship with reader. I’m doing a separate head canons where it’s mainly family/domestic fluff with Megumi and Tsumiki. Maybe making more parts if I have more head canons.

Also, I'm starting to plan out the parts for my Toji x Reader/Megumi x Reader mini series. I'll release a google form for those who are interested in the mini series and another one for the continuations of my Suguru x Reader/Satoru x Reader one-shot. So stay tune for any updates in the upcoming weeks!

!!Not proofread and unedited!! 2/22/24 11:26 pm CST

One thing’s more certain, when you first met Toji, you didn’t fall in love right away. Your relationship with Toji was something gradual, building up over time as you kept running into him.

One of your most notable encounters happened in the grocery store you always go to and see him at. Your fridge was getting empty as per usual so you came today to fully stock it. As you were nearing the end of your trip, you stopped by the meat section to grab some meat for tonight’s dinner. Normally, you prefer your local butcher’s but they were on vacation so this would have to do. As you were going to reach for one, another hand reached for the same one, a much larger hand. You quickly retracted and apologized to the individual when you saw Toji smirking at you. The two of you talked for a bit before your eyes wandered towards his basket. It had barely anything in it, to you at least. There were some canned drinks, minimal vegetables, a bag of chips, like a loaf of bread.

“Are you picking some things for your pantry, Toji?”

“Nah, this is my food.”

“For today?”

“For this week.”

You stand there absolutely stunned. By the looks of his nonchalant expression, he was not joking. You didn’t want to ask him if this is how much he can afford to not make him feel embarrassed. So you invited him to your place for dinner and to cook for him. Toji's insistence on declining was strong, but your persistence for him to eat was even stronger. Adding Toji’s grocery and paying for everything. Toji carries the groceries to your place and you both enjoy a warm filling meal for him. The man had never eaten so good before he fell asleep on your sofa right after. The next day, he woke up around 10 am to the sound of you washing dishes. He sees breakfast for two on the table and a large bag sitting on the counter. You tell him to join you and you both enjoy your breakfast. While cleaning up, Toji asks what’s the big bag for and you said it’s for him. You cooked him a week worth of food because you knew he didn't have time or energy. So you handed it to him as he’s leaving, telling him to come back anytime for a good meal. As soon as your front door closes, he’s just standing there trying to understand what just happened. His heart is swelling at your gesture, his face ablaze with a heavy blush, wondering why he is feeling this way for you. And Toji makes the horrific realization that he’s falling for you and it won’t stop there.

Most likely you have to initiate the first hangout because the man is clueless when it comes to interactions, specifically with women in a non-flirtatious/transactional way. He started to like you because you weren’t handsy with him or led the conversation to something else. You were interesting because your interactions were real with no other intentions besides talking to him. You’ll admit he’s hot but won’t say it out loud because you don’t want to say something uncomfortable or overstep your boundaries.

Your hangouts consist of eating at those family-owned restaurants or hidden gems, the food’s good with a good price. Walking around or in a park, maybe hiking if you’re even interested. He doesn’t have money to take you out properly but you aren’t someone who’s into high-end or fancy places because they’re a waste of money in your opinion. You find inexpensive ways to spend time with Toji and it’s fun for you because you don’t have to worry about his expectations because he’s having fun too.

The more he sees and spends time with you, the more he values your company. He starts smiling more and is in a better mood than all his years alive. He definitely isn’t energetic but he isn’t as robotic as he used to be before meeting you. Shui notices this but doesn’t say anything to Toji because he thought he was overthinking things. But when Toji asks him how do you know you’re in love, Shui thought Toji legit went insane. Toji doesn’t want to talk about it but he doesn’t know who the hell to ask so Shui is his closest bet. He asks Toji who got him acting up and Toji shows him a picture of you and he asks Toji if he kidnapped you because he didn’t know he could pull an absolute unit of a woman. And Toji replies “I don’t know man, I don’t even know myself.” Shui is lowkey happy Toji has you. He is fully aware Toji doesn’t have the best background but it’s clear as day you being around him is changing him for the better, undoubtingly saving him.

Toji doesn’t have the best living conditions, he lives by himself in a rundown studio apartment that only had a basic kitchen, a bathroom, and main space that doubled as the living and bedroom. He barely had anything in his apartment other than a futon, a closet, and a table. Got some trash lying around because he doesn’t bother to pick it up. Apartment smells like the back of the house kitchen at a restaurant mixed with the boys locker room in high school. You offered to help clean up. Trash bags full of trash and used cleaning wipes, laundry done and fresh, every surface wiped clean. By the time it was done, his apartment looked brand new. You wouldn’t be surprised that it was trashed again but at least it was clean for once. After your help, Toji becomes a little conscious of his space and cleans it. But this turns into him not using that space because he’s always at your place.

Toji has a habit of ghosting/disappearing without notice. You’re seeing him at the supermarket, next he’ll be gone for like a month or so. Since you really don’t have his phone number, you can’t contact him but it’s not like you two were friends let alone dating at this point. You say it is what it is until one stormy night you heard a hard knock on the door. The next thing you see is Toji, two duffel bags, a cut above his eyebrow while being soaked. You shoved him inside, gave him a towel while patching him, drying his clothes while he changed in your guest bedroom.

Toji lives with you and split the house chores. But since you’re technically the one with a consistent income and job, you mostly are away from the house and Toji is 90% at home. You do grocery shopping or errands before and after work while Toji holds down the fort. It's been a rough few weeks with him but there was progress. And it was good progress.

You find out pretty fast how Toji’s terrible spending habits and crippling gambling addiction. Luckily for you, you have your own bank account so you don’t have to worry about the man stealing your money. However, you do force Toji to give his paycheck from his inconsistent but very high paying jobs. Literally one of his checks had a value of $30 Million Yen! You cashed it in your account so fast and paid all your bills and groceries off for a minimum of 3 months. It never struck why Toji doesn’t see that as much money but you come to learn that his clan is a prominent one with a substantial amount of wealth so that amount doesn’t surprise him. But still, you told him you’re permanently in charge of the finances because you don’t trust him handling any money. Strangely enough, he doesn’t protest at your rule and now whenever he’s done with a job, he instantly gives his cheek to you. You do give Toji some personal spending cash besides for food and necessities, then eventually a card that’s attached to your bank account. But it’s not a joint account but a card that has access to your account. His card has a spending limit to the equivalent of 67.7k yen(roughly $475 dollars) every month. He CAN withdraw money but you are notified through your bank’s notifications when, where, and how much. Even though you two are balling because of his cheeks, you don’t get carried away with the spending because life in the city is too fucking expensive and you need all the money you can get. Plus, you don’t want to raise any suspicion because you’re pretty sure Toji’s money is blood money or from the black-market and you don’t want to draw a lot of attention for your own safety.

Toji only knew how to cook the basics but nothing over the top or fancy. But once he starts living with you, he starts learning how to cook and for all things under the sun it’s fucking immaculate. Toji’s cooking just tests better to the point you assign him on cooking duties since he cooks better and faster than you. Your co-workers are always envious every time they see your lunch. It’s something different everyday but it’s delicious and filling but not the kind that makes you lethargic. It’s so fucking good that you two don’t eat out as much because his cooking has evolved to peak gourmet. Lowkey is happy you like his cooking and it gives him motivation to continue his work if it puts you in a good mood.

Which brings up another point. I believe Toji is capable of gaining multiple useful skills, it’s just he’s unmotivated. Like he could be good at changing tires, plumbing, handy-man work, cooking, any installation, anything under the sun, but he chooses not to because he doesn’t feel obligated to do so. But it all changes when he starts living with you. Man becomes a jack of all trades and he basically makes life easier because you have him fix/do what needs to be done all the while you’re saving money. He’s a fast learner too. Pretty much once he does it the first time and it works without breaking/doesn’t turn out like shit, it’s locked in his head and knows how to fucking do it.

Initially, Toji is lazy because he is a go with the flow type of guy that doesn’t concern himself with appearances. If it’s livable, not rotting, and doesn’t smell rancid, he’s not going to touch it or bother picking it up. That’s why his apartment was a mess because he’s able to live in those conditions because they’re his own, that's not a thorn in his side. Like he’ll leave his clothes by but not near the hamper because he’ll eventually pick them up when it’s laundry day(you end up picking it up but you started to trip over them while in the bathroom). But you establish a routine for Toji to follow. He doesn’t have to follow it exactly but you said there should be at least 4 main components to it. Literally forcing Toji to pick up habits so he’ll be more productive and conscious of his time.

Took some time but he eventually attaches to it because it mostly revolves around your schedule. It got to a point where he would be waking you up for your work, getting you your morning drink and a decent breakfast, getting your work bag with your lunch inside, all the while getting you out on time. If not, 5 minutes early so you can be on time for work. I can imagine him saying stuff along the lines of:

“Shakes your shoulders firmly (Y/N), Wake the hell up. You slept through your alarm and it fucking woke me up. You gotta get out of the door in 30 minutes or you’re going to be stuck in traffic, dumbass.”

“Oi (Y/N), it’s 6:00 am. You have 15 minutes to get your ass up and get ready for your work. Before 6:20, you better have your work clothes on when you come into the kitchen because I already made your breakfast.”

“I’m trying to get you out of the door early so you can catch the early train and beat the morning rush. Here’s your lunch and your work bag. Make sure you have everything because I’m not going to bring it to your work if you ask me to.” (He does anyway)

“Hey, it’s going to rain hard later so here’s your umbrella cause I don’t you to fucking sick knowing how you get careless with yourself some times. Pain in my ass…”

So you kinda tamed Toji, this wandering stray cat that was 6’2 and built like a concrete pillar. But you didn’t make it your whole personality trait because 1.) you think it’s pretty fucked up to think helping Toji/people like him is more of a project than genuine compassion. 2.) And you roll your eyes when people say you ‘“fixed” Toji. You just say “Um, no? No I didn’t, Toji picked himself up and changed because he decided to. Not because I FIXED him or him changing isn’t my doing because you be surprised by the amount of people that stay the same because they chose to.” Another reason why Toji fell for you is because you see Toji as a whole human with flaws, you humanized him. You don’t parade him around like some sort of object, you acknowledge his presence and it makes him fall in love with you even more.

Definitely have arguments for sure early on that were rougher compared to being together for a while. Again, this is mostly due to him growing up and being treated as sub-human. He’s vocal not because he chooses not to communicate. But because he doesn’t know how, especially with you, his safe person and your home being his safe space. He was used to being neglected, dismissed or straight up abused altogether. But now that he’s living with you, he’s trying to dismantle his old mindset while learning how to communicate/vocalize his thoughts. He feels he’s unworthy of you because you have an immense amount of patience and understanding for him. Sure, there are your flaws but so does he and he knows living with someone like him is harder than anything else. So he’s appreciative of your efforts and faith in him.

He knows he has a loud voice and is careful when he loses his temper. Obviously for noise complaints but also for because it can be startling and scare you. God, one time you both almost got into a yelling match because of something miniscule and irrelevant but it transformed into something deeper that you didn’t know why you two were fighting about it in the first place. But the way he snapped at you and you unconsciously flinched at him, his heart felt heavy and cracking. He never saw you scared before but the thought of him being one of your fears terrified him immensely. He softens himself and deflates his body to show the surrender of his pride. He ACTUALLY genuinely apologies to you and opens his arms out so you could hug him.

Most of the arguments are just you being frustrated with him. Mostly this was early on with his lack of routine and productive habits, like him not picking up his clothes and leaving his cups everywhere. But Toji is one of those passive guys where he doesn’t like arguing with you and wants to end it asap. Even if he’s not in the wrong, he’ll just admit and apologize to you so you aren’t mad at him anymore. He doesn’t like it when you’re mad at him. Sometimes it can escalate to heated ones but those happen rarely and only exist when something snowballs. He may give an attitude here and there but you mostly know that’s him being himself and he doesn’t mean it.

Your relationship didn’t have a definitive label but the lines are blurred between the two of you. You two hug and hold hands sometimes but it’s more than platonic but not enough for love either. Through large and tight crowds, Toji lets you hold onto his arm , has his hand firmly pressed on the small of your back, or holds your hand tightly as he makes his way through. It’s common for you two to be passed out on the couch together or on the floor after watching a movie or a show. Or how he leans his head on yours when on the train, even carrying you home if you fell asleep and doesn’t have the heart to wake you up because you're tired from work. What you have with Toji is nice and comfortable but you do end up loving him because he makes your life warm and worth living. You just don’t know if he’ll feel the same. Oh but he does, he fucking does. But he doesn’t know how to say the three magical words because he never heard them at all when he was growing up. Let alone someone saying it to him.

You definitely say I love you first before him. Because let’s be honest, this man never knew what the hell ‘love’ or true love is. This man grew up in a traditional family that prioritized status, reputation, influence, and anything under that umbrella for traditionalism. So love was never an important aspect of his clan. So for you to show him the true wonders of love and its ups and downs, he’s overwhelmed and a little ashamed because he’s trying to adjust and get used to this feeling. He isn’t a fairly vocal man but he’ll forever be grateful for your patience, kindness, compassion, and understanding towards someone like him. He freezes when he hears you say it to him with such tenderness and warmth only you could give him. You know he’s not ready to say it back but you couldn’t help but tell him because it needed to be put out there for both him and you. You told him he doesn’t have to say it if he’s not ready or doesn’t feel the same. But you also said that you truly only care for and love him only.

But when he said “I Love You” to you, you knew he meant it with all his heart. You could remember it clearly because it was storming with heavy rains. Flash flood warnings are being sent out and weather channels are telling citizens to stay indoors and not leave their homes. Toji has been trying to call you for the past hour but you never picked up. His anxiety was rising, fearing you were stuck or possibly hurt. He says fuck it and grabs his jacket to go out when you open the door just as he was about to leave. Your clothes were wet but not soaked but you held your shoes in your hand while dropping your umbrella and bag on the floor. You tried to explain to Toji that your phone died at work before you could ever call him. There was a flooded street and so you had to take your shoes off to not get them ruined. You did grab him some food though beforehand but that didn’t matter to him when he saw that you were safe and unharmed. He hugged so tightly through your wet clothes when he said the fabled words to you.

“Goddammit, I fucking love you, (Y/N). I was so fucking worried about you. I thought you were in trouble or something, Sweet girl. . .”

You started to cry when you heard him say that you kissed him on the lips by impulse. You thought you fucked up and try to apologize only for him to return your kiss with his only while you hold his face and his hands on your waist. Fuck it was beautiful.

Pretty much after that, you both were in the trenches of love with each other. Fuck it’s so tooth-rotting to see it that Shui jokes and teases the hell out of Toji because that man changes his whole demeanor when you call him. He calls him out on how his voice changes from its usual monotone gruffness to low but soft. Toji tells Shui, “I’m a changed man.”

People are so jealous of you two. How the hell did Toji bag you!? The most ethereal, beautiful, compassionate, kind, funny, and respectable woman?! And how lucky did you get finding such a fine specimen of a man?!

Toji’s pronouns are literally HE/HIM because Toji is HIM while you’re the IT girl with the one of your pronouns being SHE/HER because you are HER FOR REAL ON GOD.

You two are the IT couple, I don’t make the fucking rules. There’s you being the best version of yourself and you unapologetically. Then there’s Toji who’s hot AS FUCK and following his favorite girl around because you’re the only girl for him, BEST GIRL. He is just there but with you nevertheless.

You’re the couple people make those cool edits of, I’m not even joking.

Knows how to drive both automatic and manual but as an automatic cause because of you. You are on permanent passenger princess duty because this man is your chauffeur until he dies or has no legs. Drives with one hand on the wheel and the other is either on the gearshift, your hand, or your thigh. Looks hot every time he turns or reverses because his biceps show themselves and it’s dangerous for you because it makes you feral.

IDK if it’s just me but Toji seems like the guy to buy a whole rotisserie chicken just for himself. He’ll buy one for you, of course. But one of those bad boys is his because he’s not sharing! After a workout or work, he’ll eat it with no signs of meat left on the bones. They’re so clean he even eats the cartilage.

Toji seems like one of those individuals that looks full grown when he’s younger like in his early 20’s and just stops aging altogether. Not like his entire appearance stays the same, it's just his genetic game is so strong and good people believe he's like 25 when he’s actually in his mid to late 40’s. You and him are like cheese and wine. Both perfectly paired together, and the aging is unnoticeable but you both taste divine.

His closet is the most basic and uncomplicated. T-shirts, undershirts, sweaters, hoodies, joggers, sweatpants, maybe one pair of black cargo pants but that’s about it. He always wears sweaters or hoodies when he’s out because he lowkey doesn’t like to be stared at unless it’s you. He knows his compression shirts would make people drool so he opts out of showing up in them unless it’s super hot or he’s too lazy to cover up. Toji definitely would wear those oversized Uniqlo t-shirts for men. He has the black, dark green, and dark blue ones. Fucking never leaves the house with his fucking sandals or black kung-fu slippers. You buy a pair of black Air Force 1’s, Vintage Black Arizona Grip Birkenstocks, and some Doc Martin black leather boots(1460 Smooth Leather Lace Up Boots). You had to up his shoe game because there is no way you’re letting him only have two pairs that are very worn out.

People think he isn’t all that because he’s chill and uncaring most of the time. In reality, Toji knows how to tap into his inner dawg like a switch. He’s really good at hiding it and not making it obvious. But like then snap! He summons his inner dawg and menacing aura. You could be talking to someone unaware that is staring them down. You smile at him and his aura changes so fast as he smiles at you in return. But as soon as you turn away to continue talking to the person, the menacing aura just returns. His aura is so intimidating and menace-like that people genuinely grow anxious and fearful. So much so that they could piss/shit themselves or even throw up if they didn’t have a strong will.

Personally, Toji is more of a German Shepherd boyfriend than a black cat boyfriend. IDK, it just makes sense to me. Like he talks and isn’t hostile to people he knows like you and Shui, literally the only two people in his life that he’s close with. But everyone else, he either hates them or doesn’t give a single care in the world.

I also personally think Toji isn’t stupid and he's actually intelligent. I think his past issues and how he was treated is the reason he seems like an incompetent person. But really, he’s pretty smart. I know this doesn’t involve the canon but the fact Toji knew which weapons to use on Satoru, beating Suguru with an inch of his life but not killing because he knows what Suguru’s technique can do if he does, and the whole plan with the bounty on Riko was pretty genius. Look, I’m not trying to vouch for him for what he did. But you can’t help but admit what Toji did was impressive. He worked smarter, not harder compared to other people. Especially letting the curse user do all the work for him while he gets to deal with the easy part and go in for the kill. The man came prepared to get the job done. I mean I would too if there was $30 million yen on the line. Sure, he’ll forget to pick up on some social cues. But once the man locks in, he'll be the most observant and perspective person in the room and he’ll learn something about someone just by their body language and simple mannerisms.

Not sure if this is confirmed or not by Gege but I read someone where that Toji is into philosophical conversations. But I can see because, again, he’s intelligent and has seen/learned a lot of stuff from his hits/jobs. Toji isn’t one of those smartasses that you experience in those advanced classes. He’ll earnestly speak his mind if you ask and what you have to see. He always finds it interesting hearing things from your point of view and I feel like this is one of the ways you two grew close to one another.

You two got married because you just popped the question to him and said yes. You two didn’t have rings at the time but he did buy you the one you wanted but the band had some black on it. His was a solid black wedding band to match yours. Up close, it looks pretty cool. He bought the rings because he asked Shui for any hits/“jobs” that were available on such short notice after you two got married. A week later, Shui notices it and asks him if he finally tied the knot with you. Toji just nods.

Took your last name then both of you decided to add another last name, deciding on Fushiguro. King shit right here. Not afraid or ashamed he took your last name as a middle finger to his clan.

This isn’t a Toji head canon but I can see Shui being a bro and giving Toji consistently well-paying hits/“jobs” because he knows how much you mean to Toji and Toji has to provide for you too. You both would be sleeping and Toji hears a notification go off and knows Shui sent him a job that will be done by tomorrow afternoon.

Routine wise, nothing changes between the two of you. However, Toji is more open and affectionate with you. Especially with nicknames, he rarely uses your real name at home. God, when he calls your names of endearment, you’re going to fucking explode from how deep and gentle voice gets calling out to you.

He also loves hugging you from behind and having you in his arms. Definitely gives good hugs, they give the right amount of squeeze but are so warm and protective. Is more daring with his kisses, would steal a kiss whenever he gets the chance.

Toji is the type to sleep the closest to the bedroom door. Doesn’t matter where the door is, your body is always in front of him. Just in case something happens, he can/will protect you and he can use his body as a shield to protect you.

Unironically a good listener, legit has a good hearing canonly in reality. He just carries his resting nonchalant face all the time. He could be focused on something or not looking your way, but Toji is listening to you speak and will recite your words right back at you if you think he is. This also helps if you’re someone who tends to forget things or need reminders. He’ll tell you what you were supposed to do 5 minutes ago word for word if you ask him.

Sleeps in his boxers only. Might sleep in a shirt and sweatpants when it’s colder. But Toji’s body mass produces enough heat to be a furnace that you both only sleep with one blanket. He’s always warm. If you get cold hands, fear not because they’ll be warm in five seconds if you place them on Toji’s abs.

Fairly possessive to an extent. It’s usually blended in with protectiveness because one can bleed into another. Like he’ll let you to your own devices but isn’t going to whine if you have guy friends. Toji can read between the lines, he has really good social cues. But he’ll straight up tell you he doesn’t like your male friends/co-workers if they are interested in you romantically. You’re his girl, he wants people to know it. But he would literally kill for you and bring the Heavens to their knees just to keep you safe and protected. Would literally take the fall for you in anything, you can’t change my mind on that. Toji: “Your honor, my girl did nothing wrong. It was self-defense.”

Toji has self-esteem issues for sure. You could have anyone in the whole world, anyone in this lifetime. But you choose him, and always chose him. The amount of times Toji had to get/do something while you wait for him only to come back to see a random-ass guy talking and trying to get your number. His heart would squeeze at the scene because he wouldn’t blame you for going for someone better. But when he sees you say “Sorry to break it to you, but I’m with my boyfriend and he should be back any second now.” Seeing your eyes scan for him and the way your face lights up seeing him made his heart inflate, making the squeeze disappear. You speed walk to Toji, ignoring the dude, and hug his arm tightly. Toji kisses your head as he walks with you not before throwing the dude a shit-eating grin his way. After that, Toji knows you’re loyal to him and that’s a fact.

But if we’re going to be honest, none of us would leave Toji if he treated us well and deservingly. Plus he’s strong and has the body that even the Gods are jealous of, how are we gonna fumble a bag like that? Ngl, if I meet Toji in real life, I’d run in the other direction fucking scared b/c I’m not fantasy me and fantasy me is better.

Nicknames for you consist of Doll, Babe/Baby , Honey or Hun, Dear, Sweet Girl, Sweet Thing, Princess.

Toji is the type of man to say “Wear whatever the fuck you want, Doll. I can fight” and says it with his chest with no questions asked because it’s true. Toji got that win streak with zero losses under his belt. But then again, no guy will try to hit on you when they see Toji giving them the ultimate stare down when they try to do something funny.

Once gut punched someone so hard they were sent flying while throwing up what they ate for the day because they tried to make a physical move on you and Toji’s instincts just took over.

Toji definitely brawls and fights. He could get jumped by like 10 dudes and send all of them to the hospital completely unscathed. But his beatings get more aggressive if he is with you. Like if you two are out and some guy tries to hit on you and uses his group to intimidate him, you give Toji the approving nod and he’s just giving all of the most devious combos to ever grace this plant while you're sipping on your drink watching it all unfold.

Also, Toji isn’t letting things slide when you’re uncomfortable, annoyed, or God forbid, scared. One time, you told Toji you were going to get food for both of you at your favorite local restaurant/bakery/cafe. But you were gone longer than expected so he went to find you and saw you talking to a guy. He was confused at first because you usually tell them off or leave automatically. It wasn’t until he got closer when he saw the severity of the situation. To any passerby, it’s two people but then up close you can see the guy’s friend right behind him, backing him up and purposely corning you so their pressure would make you say yes but you held your ground. But you were lowkey scared because they trapped you in an abandoned lot that was hidden from the public eye. So when Toji saw how your body shrunk and clutching your bag of food to your chest, that was his green light to go in. Toji grabs the guy’s throat, his hand being big enough to get a good grip. His eyes are cold and daunting, telling the guy, “You must have shit for brains because she clearly isn’t interested in you. It’s not cool to corner a woman with your bitch-less friends.” That’s his only warning to them before he boxes all of them. Took him 2 minutes max and he’s pulling you along with your food in his other hand.

Toji also would be more than okay if you ask him to pick you up or drop you off from work. You both have a car but it’s cheaper and more convenient to take public transportation. Like he’ll walk with you to work and leave once you’re inside. Once you’re off, you see him outside waiting for you. Your co-workers you vibe with wonder who’s the handsome guy that is always waiting for you and you say that’s your husband. They’re gawking at him and say you’re so lucky.

Hates him when people tell him what to do but will follow every command you give him. You’re the only one who can boss him around and he’s actually happy to oblige. Responds with “Yes, Sweet girl”, “Anything else, Honey?”, or “Of course, Dear/Babe/Baby”.

Toji is the type of man to follow you anywhere and do anything with you as long as it makes you happy. The type of man to be like “It is what it is, I’m not gonna complain”.

His body is made from the amount of work he has to do for his occupation. He doesn’t need to go to the gym because he gets a full pump by doing push ups alone at home. Does pull ups in the doorway, has a heavy barbell and dumbbells set in your home because you allowed him thinking it would make him productive. Literally puts body builders and any gym goers to shame. His strong body is built by his job alone and his body’s innate ability to gain muscles and keep a low but healthy fat percentage.

Doesn’t drink because he has a very high alcohol tolerance and also he can’t get drunk too. So if you’re not into drinking, he can always keep you company and will back people off if they pressure you into drinking even though you declined. He can see the amusement in drinking culture but he doesn’t drink himself because he hates being under the influence. He won’t mind if you do and he’s more than willing to pick you up from a night out of friends. Not a fan of bars but will go if you ask him to, your drinks are always protected.

Thinks he can rizz you up but it’s you who has the most powerful rizz out of the two.

If you’re having a bad day or just having a mental/emotional breakdown, Toji will try his best to comfort you. If you want him to hold you, he will hold in a loving and protective embrace. Definitely say things like, “You’re going okay, Baby”, “I’m here, Honey. I gotchu”, or “You’re with me, Doll. I won't let anything happen to you.” Not really good with advice but Toji always listens to what you have to say. He will get you anything you need or make you any food you’re craving at the moment. The man would literally go on a last minute grocery run to make you your favorite food to make you feel better. It makes him feel at ease when your mood lightens up or you smile at him.

Not a picky eater but eats the same types of foods because Toji doesn’t get sick of them that easily and he doesn’t have to think too hard on what to eat. But he will make something different everyday for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for you. He would judge you for eating the same food over and over again but not him because he eats just so to satiate his hunger.

He’s your infinite garbage disposal. You’re full or don’t want to finish your food, Toji will eat it for you. His hunger can be satisfied but his body has a large capacity until it reaches full. He never knew what it was like to be full.

Toji is always the big spoon. Maybe some nights he likes to be held by you but he’s the big spoon no matter what. Probably because he desperately needs to feel your presence in the dream world and protect your physical body. More of a back sleeper than a side sleeper but can sleep in either position. Sleeping positions consist of his arm around you and you’re tucked into his side while using his shoulder as a pillow, sleeping on his chest/on top of him, or back hugging you where his massive body engulfs your own. He loves being close to you when sleeping and hates when you’re not in his arms.

Most likely Toji will have nightmares because he feels like he doesn’t deserve you. If not, feel his life he has with you is even real. Sometimes the dark void is there with shadows looming closer to consume him the more he continues to think like that. It’s not until he wakes up to see your sleeping face and gently caresses it is when he realizes this is life was real, you are real and right in front of him. He smiles like a fool before kissing your forehead and holding you close.

Never has thought about his future because he didn’t think he would live this long, or have a domestic life. But now that he has you and is married, he constantly thinks about the future, your future together. He couldn’t imagine a future without you, it’s not possible for him. He imagines having a family with you and hopes you share the same idea as him.

I know these are wild and don't make sense for his character but let me dream, okay?! I've been simping for this man since October 2020, I've been waiting for this, lol. Anyway, thanks for the support!💙❤️

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