#dish/dishes for short . i only started making her yesterday but i love her so much man

[molabuddy]

her name is dishwasher ↑

[mapisgf]

The reason for her smile p2 LW6 x reader

Storms and Kisses

 The meeting ended later than expected making you late to Leah's game but you made it just before halftime ended. You immediately stood up cheering as Arsenal came out the tunnel. Leah was so focused during the game and you expected nothing less. Her face was a picture of determination. Arsenal were winning but Bayern pressed hard. Leah scored a header doubling their lead in the 86th minute. Your voice was hoarse from screaming so much. You had only known her for a short period of time but you were so proud of her. At the end of the match you stayed in your seat taking some pictures waiting for her. She looked surprised to see you. Leah runs up to you and hugs you while placing a kiss on your neck hidden from everyone else.

“Honestly I didn't think you were coming.” You went to hold her face but she stepped back.

“I'm sorry something came up.” Leah's eyebrows furrow wondering what happened. 

“You're wearing my shirt.” Leah looks in awe as you turn around showing her the back with her name.She grabs your waist about to pull you in but then she remembers that the two of you aren't alone. 

“Yeah, I bought it yesterday. I wanted to surprise you.” she laughs and says “I could have just given you one of mine.”

“I know but I wanted it to be a surprise plus i bought this from the arsenal website so im supporting the club.” She couldn't have heard something more funny and perfect at the same time.

“Here take my keys, you can go to the car while I shower.” Leah hugs you one more time.

You sit in her car transferring the photos to your phone to show her. She had somewhat become your muse as well as your favourite person to photograph. She opens the car door and sits down. Her hair dripped , making her grey sweatshirt wet. She smelt so good like strawberries you moved closer to her studying her gorgeous face and full pink lips before you could even move closer to kiss her she grabs your chin in between her fingers instead and kisses you. The rain has been pouring hard since you went to the car.

“Do you want to go to my house instead? I don't think we'll make it much further in this weather.” You agree Leah's house wasn't too far and the rain was making it hard to even see while driving.You arrive at her apartment and take in the modern building . She holds your hand while leading you to her place. She opens the door and goes straight to the kitchen. You follow her and sit by the island. 

“Let me cook for you. I'm sure your tired after tonight.” you feel bad for making her drive in this weather especially after playing in the rain for 2 hours. Leah skates her head and replies.

“No you cant i asked you to come with me i'll cook.” She pouts stubbornly. It's so cute you squish her cheeks with your hands. Instead of arguing with her you go open her fridge and start cooking. She rolls her eyes and smiles before she walks over and kisses you. She gives you a glass of red wine.While you wait for the pasta to finish you pull out your phone to show Leah the pictures. Instead of letting you sit down on the stool next to her , Leah pulls you to sit in between your legs. 

“Aww you took pictures of me.” Leah tightens her hold on your waist. How could you not take pictures of her? 

“Of course , you played amazingly today.” You get up to go check on the pasta even though Leah protests wanting to keep you close to her.

“Thank you, love.” she comes up behind you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. Leah gets plates out of the cabinets as well as a bottle of wine and two glasses.You enjoyed the meals with your legs spread out on top of leah's her hand moving up and down your thigh while you both ate. After you're done eating Leah immediately goes to wash the dishes. Thanking you for your amazing cooking.She leaves and comes back with some clothes.

“Here I thought you might be more comfortable in this.” You walk up to her and take the clothes and pull her in for a kiss. She puts her hands around your neck pressing her body into yours. She breaks away from the kiss , you sigh disappointedly and she laughs before letting you go to her room to change. When you come out to the living room you see her on the couch looking for a movie . When you get close to the couch she grabs your hand and pulls you in to sit in between her legs while playing with your hair. 

….Sunday morning……

You wake up in a bed you don't recognize but you quickly remember that you fell asleep during the movie and leah carried you to her bed. You make your way outside looking for her. You find Leah making breakfast in the kitchen. She notices you and turns around pulling you for a kiss.

She's done making breakfast and sets the plate down on the table. She made pancakes , eggs and bacon as well as tea.

“Is now a bad time to say I'm not the biggest fan of tea.” Leah looks at you like you're crazy.

“I can't believe this. Do you have any taste?” She grabs her tea taking a sip licking her lips to prove how delicious it is.

“I have good taste and you know I do.” You say smirking .Leah blushes and takes another sip in an attempt to hide how affected she is by your words.

“We can go get coffee after.” Soon after you're both done eating, Leah goes for a shower and you go to the guest bathroom to do the same. She gives you another one of her shirts to wear. You both decided to walk to the coffee shop. The weather was sunny and bright in contrast to last night. Leah has an arm around your shoulder. What you don't realise is that Leah has started to think about spending weeks with you. She needs this to be more than a one time thing.She wants more happy moments in the sun with you like this.You sit outside the caffe drinking your coffee while she leans her head on your shoulder.

“Why were you late yesterday ?” She looks up at you waiting for your answer. 

“I had a meeting and it ran over time.” You see how relieved she is to hear this. “I hate to end this but i have to go prepare some stuff for my shoot tomorrow.” Now you see how disappointed she is. 

“Okay, i'll drive you home.” You walk back to her apartment and then make your way to yours. You hold hands the whole ride over to your place. You're about to open the car door but Leah pulls you back in for a kiss that leaves you wanting more. 

“Bye.” She smiles at you as you make your way to your door , you turn back to smile st her.

When you're finally inside your home you get a text.

Leah - Pick you up Friday at 8.

You - Wow ! so demanding.

Leah - Be ready on time.

You - yes ma'am.

[alotofpockets]

Celebrating you | Kyra Cooney-Cross

Pairing: Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

Summary: Celebrating Kyra's birthday.

A/n: Happy birthday to our one and only KCC! Thank you @totaly-obsessed for talking about this fic with me :)

Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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You were busy making Kyra’s favourite breakfast, while she was still sound asleep in your bed. For Valentine’s Day yesterday you had gone out for dinner, so you thought you’d switch it up today, and put the focus on breakfast instead. It wasn’t long until you had the table filled with your girlfriend’s favourites, you checked everything over one last time, wanting everything to be perfect. It was your first time celebrating Kyra’s birthday since you started dating, as well as it had been your first Valentine’s day together yesterday. 

Once you had looked everything over, and were happy with the result, you heard Kyra starting to wake up in the other room. She was stretching her arms out when you walked into the room. “Good morning birthday girl.” You said as you sat down next to her. She smiled and moved her head into your lap, “Good morning.” Her raspy morning voice was like music to your ears, you just loved it so much. “I’ve made your favourites for breakfast.” Her eyes widened, “Hash browns, avocado toast, oh or vegemite on toast?” You smile knowing you have done right by her. “All of the above, my love.” When she realised that you had not made a favourite, but all of her favourites she was quick to get up, faster than you had ever seen her do before.

“Happy birthday, baby, I hope you like breakfast.” You say revealing the table to her. “It’s perfect, thank you.” She reached for your hand and dragged you to the table, not wanting to waste a single moment not enjoying the amazing food that you had made. “This is so good.” She says after every bite of a different dish that she tried, and it was warming your heart how thankful she was for the small gesture. 

The gesture might have seemed small in your eyes, but for Kyra it meant the absolute world. In previous relationships her birthday had just kind of passed by, the excuse being that it was Valentine’s Day the day before, and that was enough celebrating. They either didn’t want to spend money on gifts for separate days, or told her to choose for which one she wanted to do something. The two of you had spent yesterday exchanging gifts, spending time together, and going out for dinner, so Kyra didn’t expect anything today. 

It was when you pulled out a gift from the chair next to you, that her emotions got the best of her. You quickly place the present on the table, and stand up to comfort her. “What’s wrong, my love?” You wrap your arms around her, and rub your hands over her back soothingly. “You got me a gift.” With a slight furrow in your brow you respond. “Yes, of course. It’s your birthday.” You didn’t understand why she was surprised until she told you about how she had been treated in the past. 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. How could they just ignore her birthday, and not find it worth it to celebrate things with her two days in a row. You would celebrate Kyra every single day of the year, for the rest of your life, without a second thought. 

Your hands move to cup her cheeks, and wipe away her tears. “Well, yesterday was about celebrating our love, and today is about celebrating you.” After kissing her on her forehead, you bring her in for another hug. “I love you, and I want to celebrate you in every way, always.” The smile was back on Kyra’s face, “Thank you, you are the best. I love you too.”

After she opened the gift that you got her, and told you how much she loved it, the two of you cleared the table. “So, I was thinking we could head back to your place, and spend the day there. How does that sound?” She smiles and nods, “As long as I’m spending my birthday with you, I am happy.”

After showering and changing out of your pyjamas, you drive the both of you over to her place. The drive was short, but you grasped every opportunity to have a car concert. Of course, Strawberry Kisses had to be the first song, and you both loudly sang along. 

When you got to her place, you grabbed the bags, and told her to walk ahead. She had no idea what was about to hit her, since you had been able to keep the secret well hidden, you were able to film her reaction. So, as you’re walking a few steps behind her, you take out your phone and start recording. 

Kyra opens the door, not suspecting a thing, when all of a sudden she hears “Surprise!”, and she is suddenly surrounded by confetti. She looks around to you with tears in her eyes, “You did all of this?” She looked truthly happy by the surprise, and that’s all you wished for. “It was my idea, but Mini helped set everything up.” Kyra goes around and hugs her friends. You wanted to give her a piece of home for her birthday, so you had invited Katrina, Clara, Harper, and Charli. 

You had bought all the decorations and dropped them off at Mini’s place a few days prior, so that Kyra wouldn’t accidentally find them. She was the one that put all the decorations up, and was the one picking up the cake you had pre-ordered, so today wouldn’t have been possible without her help. 

Hearing Harper sing happy birthday to Kyra was the most adorable thing ever, and your heart melted at the interactions between the two of them. You knew how important the people in this room were to her, and were so glad that they all lived in London now, so that they would be able to spend more time together. 

“How are you enjoying your birthday, my love?” You asked her while the two of you cleaned up the plates from the birthday cake. “It is honestly the best birthday ever, thank you so much for everything.” She walks closer to you and wraps her arms around you. “Thank you.” You hold her tight, “Of course, anything for you, my love.”

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[somekindofpoet]

Nevermore Grounds - Second Dates

Summary: R and Jenna go on their second date, Raven is a menace to society

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Language 

A/N: As promised, here's part 2!

Part I

“Are you going to pay me overtime for picking up your slack this week, or are you gonna put your phone down and help me?”

“I’ll be there in a sec,” you wave Raven off from the couch. 

“Your girlfriend can stand to wait five minutes,” Raven whines, glancing at the clock.

“She’s not my girlfriend Ray.”

“Ummm bro. I literally watched you hurdle an armchair and trip over your shoelaces trying to get to your phone yesterday.” 

You shrug, “It could have been my utility collector. Bills are important, Raven.”

Raven rolls her eyes and throws a rag at you, “I mean this with all due respect as your friend, but be for real right now. You’ve been grinning at your phone like an absolute psychopath.”

You sigh and drop your phone, fixing your face. You definitely hadn’t been smiling at the message on your screen. Not even a little bit. The rag she’d thrown had fallen short, landing on the back of the couch. You stand and grab it, making your way to the bar to help her clean up for closing. She comes around the bar with the mop and starts to clean around you. You absently wipe down the bar top, eyeing the mop bucket warily, unwilling to chance getting close to it after its brutal attack on you a week ago. 

Your phone vibrates on the table in front of the couch, and you pause, glancing over at it.

“Don’t you dare.” Raven says without looking up from her work.

You put your hands up in surrender, “I wasn’t going to!”

“Is she coming back to the shop any time soon?” 

You take a deep breath and puff your cheeks out, exhaling heavily, “She’s pretty busy. I don’t even know if she leaves the set much.”

Raven stops her mopping and turns to you, resting her arms on the handle, “She works a lot y/n, like she might be a genuine workaholic.”

You make your way around the bar and begin stacking the dishwasher with mugs and plates, nodding along to Raven's voice.

“We have that in common.”

“What’re you gonna do when she goes back to LA?”

You wince and falter with the mug in your hands, “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Uh huh,” Raven nods and returns to mopping, “And I don’t think about marrying Harry Styles on a daily basis either.”

“It’s not that serious Ray,” you tell her, closing the dishwasher, “but it feels good, and I’m enjoying myself. Can that be enough for now?”

Your phone vibrates again, catching your attention. You ignore it, if only to avoid being chided again. 

Raven shrugs, her back turned to you as she continues to cover the floor in suds, “Of course, it can. I just worry about you, is all.”

You stand up straight, a smile stretched across your face, “Awwwh, is this where we hug, and you tell me you love me and no one is good enough for me?”

She snorts and turns back toward you, walking the mop back to the bucket, “You wish, babe. As much as it pains me, I just don’t see what you see in the fairer sex.”

“Your loss,” you reply, popping the cash register open to close out for the day.

It had been a running joke between the two of you that you were secretly in love with each other after Raven’s ex accused you of turning her against him. Reality couldn’t be further from that. You loved her dearly, but she was your best friend and basically your sister at this point. 

Your phone vibrates again, and you frown over at it. You and Jenna had been texting nonstop since your impromptu date a week ago, but it was rare she’d text you three times in a row without you responding. You throw the dish rag over your shoulder and look over at Raven. She’s busy dumping the water out of the mop bucket, so you think you’re clear to check the phone without being nagged. You tiptoe over to it and tap the screen, seeing Jenna’s name there. Just as you pick the phone up to unlock it, the bells at your front door chime.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” you say, not looking up from your phone.

“If you read your texts, you’d already be closed and changed.” 

The smile that lights up your face would be embarrassing if you had the capacity to care. You turn, beaming, and the butterflies are back in your stomach, seeing Jenna leaning against the bar. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing her in your space. She’s stunning as usual, wearing a white collared shirt and red vest, a green tie popping out under it. 

You eye her from your vantage point, and she smirks at you, “Are you going in that?” She gestures to your work clothes.

A confused frown replaces your smile. You look down at your black polo, then back to her, “Going where?”

She tilts her head at you, “We’re going on a date.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Oh.” You feel like an idiot, unable to come up with anything else to say. 

She raises her eyebrows at you, trying to get you moving again, “So you’re ready then?”

Your brain is still trying to catch up, still processing how good she looks in a tie and the fact that she’s there at all. You shake your head from side to side slowly. Just then, Raven begins belting out the lyrics to Its All Coming Back to Me Now from the supply closet, and you slap your hand over your face. Jenna’s face turns from mildly impatient to absolutely amused, turning her head toward the closet. Raven reappears, still serenading what she believes is an empty coffee shop, and rounds the bar at the crescendo, her arms in the air.

“BABY BABY BABY WHEN YOU-oh shit!” She skids to a halt when she sees Jenna and stumbles backward.

“Did I interrupt something?” Jenna asks, trying hard not to laugh.

You watch as Raven cycles through emotions and settles on being a smartass. She grins, places one hand over her heart, and reaches the other out toward Jenna.

“When you touch me like this,” she spins around, “when you hold me like that,” takes a few steps toward Jenna, “it was gone with the wind, but it’s all coming back to me!”

You’re not sure if you should be mortified or rolling on the floor. When Jenna reaches out and takes Raven’s hand to spin under her arm, you decide laughing is the answer. Raven continues to butcher the song, but the sound of Jenna laughing and watching her dance with your idiot of a best friend makes it worth it. When they stop, she’s panting and laughing even harder. Raven walks over to you and punches your shoulder, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

“And that, is how you woo the ladies y/n. You should thank your lucky stars she’s not my type.”

You shove her playfully, then wrap your arm around her shoulders. Jenna is shaking her head at the two of you, still recovering from the laughing fit Raven had brought on. 

She waves at you, “Seriously though, go get changed. We have reservations we have to get to.”

Raven perks up, “Oooh should I wear a dress?”

You pull her into a chokehold with your arm around her head, bending her over. You glance up at Jenna and shrug, then release Raven and shove her to the side. She laughs as she stumbles off to grab her things to head out for the night. 

“Sorry about that one, I’ve been trying to house-train her for years, but she just never quite picked up on it.” 

Jenna chuckles, “I like her. Almost as much as I like you. Be careful, she might move up a spot if we’re late.”

You hold up a finger, “Give me a minute, I’ll make you eat your words. Make yourself comfortable.” 

You don’t wait to hear her reply and turn on your heel, ripping the door to the stairs open and bounding up them two at a time to go change. You choose a sheer green button up over a black bra and a pair of pleated khaki pants, evaluating yourself in the mirror. The Dr. Martens were a staple, and you decide it should be good enough to make Jenna reconsider her statement about Raven.

When you reenter the coffee shop, you’re proven correct. Jenna shoots out of the armchair the second she sees you, her eyes trailing over you. Even from the other side of the room, you can see the blush rise over her cheeks, and you smirk. Mission accomplished. 

You open your arms out and spin, “Eh? Words tasting good yet?”

Jenna blinks a few times and gulps, “Okay, you’re right. I like you more than Raven.”

You hold out your arm for her to take, and she does, making your ego soar through the roof. If this continued, your head wouldn’t fit through doorways anymore you’d be so full of yourself. You escort Jenna out of the shop and lock the door behind you, following her to the waiting town car when you’re done. Phil is holding the door open, smiling like a proud dad when you both slide into the back seat. He closes it and sits up front, with Billy behind the wheel.

“So, where we headed?” You ask Jenna, turning to look out the window.

“It’s a surprise,” she says, resting her hand on your knee.

You freeze and slowly turn to look at her hand. Your heart is pounding so hard you’re worried she might hear it. Your eyes make their way from her fingertips all the way up to her eyes. The looks she’s giving you sends your already pounding heart into overdrive. If she couldn’t hear it before, she’d have to be deaf not to hear it now. 

You gulp, “I don’t know if you can surprise me in my own city,” your voice is cracked and shaky like a teenage boy’s.

Jenna smirks, “We’ll see.”

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When the car pulls into Hudson Yards, you already know where you’re headed. The Edge. You grant Jenna the win on this one. You’d never made the time to go up to the clear glass observation deck. You saw the building often and could see the crowds of people that were usually up there, overlooking the city, but this evening the deck was empty. You gaze up at the bottom of it when you climb out of the car, shading your eyes with your hand. 

“I’ve never seen it empty before,” you mumble, more of a comment to yourself than to Jenna. 

She slides her hand into yours, a satisfied smile on her face, and pulls you toward the entrance. “That’s not even the best part, come on.”

Her excitement is palpable and infectious. You can’t wipe the goofy smile from your face as you stumble along behind her. The elevator ride is like a ticking time bomb of nervous anticipation, you sneaking glances over at her and her catching you with a smirk. The bodyguards hadn’t ridden with you, but you write it off as a capacity issue. 

You expect a line when the elevator doors open, but the lobby is abandoned. You blink hard a few times, unable to believe the place is empty. Nowhere in the city is ever empty. There are always people rushing by, tourists in the way, and kids running and screaming. But the only thing you can hear is Jenna’s heels on the marble floors and La Vie En Rose tinkling through the speakers in the room. You stop and turn to Jenna, absolutely in awe.

“You closed the place down.”

“For a few hours,” she shrugs and tries to keep walking, but you grab her by the elbow and pull her back.

“You closed the edge. For a date. With me?”

Her brow creases in confusion, “Do you not like heights? I should have asked-“

You cut her off and pull her into your arms, kissing her. She melts into it almost immediately, her smile making it hard to keep kissing her. 

“This is incredible, Jenna,” you say, leaning back.

“You haven’t even seen the best part yet,” she pulls herself from your grip and retakes your hand.

You follow along behind her, your brain fuzzy and warm. You think just being with her is the best part. The car ride over could have been the whole date, and you would have been thrilled. But this girl went all the way and rented out the entire observation deck for a date. You couldn’t believe your luck. As she pulls you outside onto the empty deck, you can see a small table set up in the middle of the clear triangle floor. Your jaw drops. There’s a bucket with champagne and two flutes waiting for you. Jenna pulls the chair out, motioning for you to sit down, then sits in her own chair across from you.

You look down between your feet, and you can see the city below you, busy and bustling as usual, ignorant to the fact that you were having your mind blown. A loud pop catches your attention, and you look up to see Jenna with a cork in one hand, a fizzing bottle in the other. She pours you a glass and takes one for herself. 

You take a sip, point at her, “You know damn well I can’t top this date.”

She shrugs, “It’s not a competition. Your date was amazing, and you did that with zero effort. I figured the least I could do was show you something you’d never seen in a city full of things you know so well.”

You grin over your glass, “Raven.”

She laughs and nods, “Raven was a great help.”

A waiter comes out to the deck, and you can't help but be impressed. She really went all out. He takes your orders and heads back inside, leaving you alone to admire the view. The sun was beginning to set, washing the city in a warm orange glow. It was a place you knew like the back of your hand, but you’d never seen it like this. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t more than a backdrop because you were focused on her. The way she drank her champagne, how she tucked her hair behind her ears, bit her lip, how her mouth moved when she talked. You were in a trance, engrossed in everything about her. 

“So filming wraps soon,” Jenna says between bites of food, eyeing you for a reaction.

You grimace at the topic, afraid of what it means for you. “How do you feel about it?” 

“I’m happy to get a break, even if it’s a short one. But it means I have to go back to LA.”

You nod, staring at your plate, “Jet setting already huh?”

She sighs, “That’s my life. But I do have some good news.”

You look up, intrigued, “oh?”

“I got an apartment.”

You frown, “Don’t you have a house?”

“I got an apartment here, in Manhattan.”

You drop your fork halfway to your mouth, the clattering on the plate making you wince. She raises an eyebrow at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

“So you’re staying in New York?”

She screws up her mouth, frowning at her own plate, “No. Not right now. I have too much work. But I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“You want to talk to me about work?” You leave your fork on your plate, you’re afraid if you pick it up, she’ll say something to make you drop it again.

She laughs and shakes her head no, “I want to talk to you about this,” she gestures between the two of you, “and how to make it work. Because I really like you, and I’d like to keep doing this.”

You’re grateful you’d left the fork because you probably would have choked on it hearing those words. The most perfect words coming from her.

“I’d like to keep doing you too,” you say, and immediately want to catch the words in the air as they left your mouth, “THIS. I mean this. I want to keep doing this. Shit, I’m going to stop talking now.”

Jenna snorts, nearly shooting champagne through her nose. She covers her mouth and nose with one hand, gulping and coughing. Tears are forming in her eyes as her coughing turns into laughter, and it’s contagious. Before you know it, you’re both howling, the sound carrying out over the balcony and fading off in the sunset. 

“Please,” Jenna says between breaths, “please go on.”

“My mouth cannot be trusted.” You say, your eyes watering, giggles still shaking you.

Jenna snorts again, and you decide you’re willing to make an absolute fool of yourself as long as it makes her laugh like this.  You sit back and grin like a fool, watching her compose herself. The waiter clears your plates, smiling politely and reminding you of your limited time. When he leaves the table and you’ve both finally regained a scrap of composure, you return to the conversation.

“What I was trying to say,” you say, a small laugh slipping by your lips, “is that I would like to keep doing this with you. So, tell me what that looks like.”

Jenna leans back in her chair, scratching her chin, “Well I work a lot.”

“I do too.” You interject.

She nods, “We work a lot. So time is going to be a thing for us I think.”

You shrug and sip another glass of champagne, your body warm as it bubbles in your throat. “So we make the best of it when we have it.”

“And then there’s the issue of location.” 

You don’t have an answer for this, so you stay quiet, hoping she offers a solution. After a beat, she perks up, her eyes bright.

“Have you thought about expanding?”

“Oh I don’t know, I think I like my size just fine.” You shoot back, unable to help yourself.

She rolls her eyes, “You know what I mean. Your shop would do well in LA.”

You tap your ring against your glass, milling the idea over. You hadn’t considered it, because you’d never even thought about leaving Brooklyn. It was your home, and your favorite place in the world. 

“I mean, I’ve never thought about it. If I did open in LA, I wouldn’t stay there. I love New York.”

“Oh no,” she shakes her head and holds a hand out at you, “no I didn’t mean for you to move there. Only that if you had a shop there, you could, you know, visit. For extended amounts of time.”

You set your glass on the table and lean forward, “Ms. Ortega, are you growing attached?”

She waves her hand at you, brushing you off, “Don’t be so smug. I like your company.”

“Then I’ll consider it.”

“You will?”

“Are you surprised?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

You shake your head at her, making her frown. She had no idea that if she asked you to jump off this building at this very moment, you’d consider it. You would not do it. But for a second, you’d consider it. You’re not going to tell her that though, because that is an insane idea for someone you’d only known for two weeks. But already, she’s beginning to feel like home. You feel at ease around her, a feeling few people have you. And you very much enjoy kissing her, so that’s a spur in your ribs as well. If Raven could see you now, she’d probably slap you upside the head. But Raven isn’t here, and Jenna’s eyes are wide and hopeful, and you’re considering jumping off a building she hadn’t asked you to jump off of. 

She stands and holds out her hand to you, helping you out of your chair. The champagne has gone to your head, making you feel as bubbly and as golden as the liquid itself. 

“Let’s get you home before Raven tries to hunt me down.” 

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Jenna comes into the shop every evening of the last week she’s in the city. Raven comes in on her off days to crash your little dates in the corner, but neither of you minds. You’re glad Raven likes her, or you may have to second-guess your commitment to this new relationship. Your latte art gets dramatically better with you prepping Jenna’s drinks every day, and the smile or laugh you earn from them makes the hours toiling away over practicing them worth it. The day Jenna leaves is harder than you expect. You’ve grown comfortable in your new routine. She promises she’ll be back to visit as soon as she can, kisses you briefly, and then she’s gone. 

The day after she’s gone, you’re pouting on the couch. You hate to admit that you miss the sound of her laugh or seeing her speed reading your favorite books in front of the fire. Even Raven is a little less perky, eyeing the table where Billy and Phil always sat. 

When the shop empties, she comes to the couch and sits next to you, resting her head on your shoulder. “It’s kinda lame without her here now, huh?”

You lean your head over to rest on hers and sigh, “I’ll never admit that.”

Raven wraps her arm around your waist and squeezes you, “That’s okay. We’ll get back to normal.”

The bell at your front door chimes, and without looking up, you both say, “Sorry, we’re closed.”

The person clears their throat, and you can hear heavy footsteps approaching you. Raven sits up, and you both turn to look at the stranger. It’s a heavyset man in a suit two times too big for him, sweat beading at his balding head. He smiles warmly at you and offers his hand to shake. You get off the couch and take his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Earl.”

You shake his hand, clammy in yours, “Uh, nice to meet you, Earl. I hate to do this to ya, but the coffee is all put up.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Oh no, I’m here on business.”

You tilt your head, frowning, “What kind of business?”

He points at the armchair to the left of the couch, “May I?”

You glance at the chair. It’s the one Jenna curled up in the first night she was there. As much as you want that image to remain, you nod and gesture toward it, “Of course.”

He settles into the chair and pulls a folder from his satchel, laying it on the coffee table. His polka dot tie and comfortable demeanor are oddly heartwarming, and you settle into the couch across from him, curious about why he’s there. He pulls a sheet of paper from the folder and lays it on the table before looking back up at you.

“I’m here to help you with your expansion if you want it. But before we talk business,” he pats his coat and pulls an envelope from an inner pocket, “I’m supposed to give this to you.”

You reach out and take the envelope, turning your head to Raven. Her confusion mirrors your own, and she shrugs. You look down and open it. There are two plane tickets tucked inside a letter.

“Read the letter first,” Earl tells you, pushing his glasses up his nose. 

You unfold it, perfectly neat handwriting covers the page. Your eyes scan the paper, and a grin breaks out across your face.

“What’s it say?” Raven asks, reaching for it.

You hold it out of her reach, “It’s from Jenna.”

“Oh now I HAVE to see it.” Raven snatches it from you and stands up, rounding the couch to escape your retaliation. 

She gasps, “We’re expanding to LA?”

“It looks that way.” You grin at her, your arm on the back of the couch.

Raven's eyes are wide as she finishes the letter. When she’s done, she neatly folds it, sits back on the couch, and hands it over to you.

“Y/n. I think I’m in love with your girlfriend.”

You shove her shoulder with yours, “Too bad I don’t like to share.”

Earl is patiently waiting, his hands resting on his knees and a polite smile on his rosy cheeks, “So, would you like me to stay to go over the details with you then?”

“Uh, duh!” Raven barks before you can answer.

You elbow her in the ribs and look back to Earl, “I’m sorry for her. She’s not house trained. Yes, sir, let’s talk.”

——

Earl had given you all the details you needed about your potential new space in Hollywood, going over the finances and location and your original business plan. After a few hours, he bid his goodbye, and everything was set in motion. The two plane tickets were for you and Raven to travel out to LA in a week to check out the new location, sort out the final details and begin your planning. You set up a schedule for your employees to cover the shop while you’re out.

Raven is so excited she’s nearly unbearable, babbling about Hollywood and the beach and celebrities she was going to force Jenna to introduce her to. The week went by in a blur, and before you knew it, your bags were packed, and you were climbing into an Uber on your way to the airport. JFK is a nightmare, as always, but you make your way through security and onto the plane after a few hours. Over the six-hour flight, Raven keeps you more entertained than the screen in the back of your seat. She’s inhaled as many bread rolls as the flight attendants would allow and finally passed out on your shoulder.

When the plane lands, you expect to find a chauffeur holding a card with your name on it. You drag Raven behind you, searching for the names on the signs, but you’re at a loss. Until you see a lumbering frame a few yards away and a bald head, you’d recognize anywhere. Raven spots him at the same time as you and squeals.

“Billy!” She yells, jumping up and waving her arms.

You laugh, watching him smile in genuine amusement at her. He comes over and wraps her in a hug, patting you on top of the head with his free hand.  

“Ladies, if you’ll follow me, your car is waiting.”

You make your way through the labyrinth of an airport, following Billy through signs that mark the parking area as private. The crowds thin as access is restricted, and he finally leads you out into the warm California sunshine. You round the corner, and you can see Jenna, her arms crossed, leaning against the car. She pushes herself off with a smile when she sees you and hugs Raven first. When she’s released from her death grip, she turns to you, her eyes bright and excited.

“Y/n, how do you handle the sun?”

You pull her into a hug without answering, only pulling back from her to give her a quick kiss. “With a mountain of sunblock.”

[bradshawsbitch]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞

pairing: nick goose bradshaw x reader

nick has been away from home for a while, and receives a very warm welcome home from you.

warnings; smut 18+ only, afab!reader, dry sex, cum play, silly goose (i love him), tit worship

word count; 1.8K

disclaimer; I heard the sentence 'I'd be happy to find a girl and talk dirty to her' and went (absolutely feral) with it!

tagging for funsies; @fandomxpreferences @jupitercomet @roosterforme @roleycoleyreccenter

Soft, warm sunlight flitted in through opened windows. The rustic kitchen was bathed in an orange glow, as you moved across wooden floors. The long day had finally started to fade to evening, and the cooler air felt welcome on your skin.

It had been an unusually hot day, and your body was only covered by a plain black, ribbed leotard. You knew it was your boyfriend's favorite, in part because ‘it shows off the girls, honey!’ and in part because ‘your hips and thighs in those high cuts makes a man want to do sinful things’. Goose’s words, verbatim.  

Sighing sadly, the longing seemed to be reverberating deep within your bones. Nick had only been away for a couple of days for some stint with Mav, but God you missed him already. You knew he wouldn’t have access to a phone, and he’d been unsure of when he’d been able to come home to you.

So you spent the days trying to keep occupied, helping the sweet old lady next door with her gardening and keeping her company for a cup of coffee as she told you scandalously about the other old woman down the street. Her son had been caught for tax fraud, apparently. 

After assuring her Nick paid all his taxes, and promising to spread the gossip along to your boyfriend (he had unfortunately become old Mrs. Baxter’s favorite gossip partner after he had whole-heartedly engaged in a 30 minute conversation, being just the right amount of outraged, according to Mrs. Baxter), you had headed home with a smile on your face. Which was how you found yourself getting some chores done, washing up the dishes you’d left since yesterday, de-cluttering and vacuuming (which was when you rid yourself of your jean shorts).

A glass of water in hand, you heaved a deep sigh as you glanced through the open window, the curtains fluttering slightly with the breeze. Distantly, you could hear a car approaching, not thinking much of it until you heard it come to a stop, and the distinct sound of a door slamming shut. You barely had time to put your glass down before you heard Nick’s tell-tale happy-noise, something that had bewildered you at first, but now only warmed your heart and put a big grin on your face.

“Goose!” you’d run towards the front door, and sure enough, the vision of your tall, hawaiian shirt clad man stood before you.

“Aw, fuck, honey!” Nick’s beautiful brown eyes looked almost pained as they roamed over your body. “You know what this does to a man,” a giggle fell from your lips as Goose unceremoniously dropped his duffle bag to his feet before moving over to you - that small mischievous smirk you loved so much adorning his lips. His knuckles trailed down your bare arm as you tilted your head up to look at him.

“Mm, what does it do, Nicky?” another weakness of his. He’d told you in his sternest voice that this weakness was strictly classified Honey knowledge only. A soft groan left Goose at your soft tone, eyes playful as you leaned into his touch.

“Honeyy,” there was definitely a whine in there somewhere “it drives a man insane!” he grinned as he drew another soft giggle from you, the hand that was not trailing up and down your arm now coming to grab at your waist, large palm splayed over the fabric. Leaning up, you couldn’t resist claiming his lips with yours, having longed to feel them pressed against yours for too long. 

“Missed you, Nicky,” your breathless whine had Goose tightening his hold on you, arms winding around your midsection to keep you pressed to his chest as his lips strayed from your lips to your jawline, leaving a trail down to your clavicle. 

“Hi, girls,” the relieved tone as Nick palmed at your tits had you balking before you swiftly landed a soft slap to his shoulder “Goose!” he chuckled but didn’t stop his ministrations, kneading the soft flesh and sporadically pinching your nipples through the thin fabric. Letting your head tip back, a soft moan flew past parted lips.

“I could tell they missed me, honey… had to check up on ‘em,” Nick murmured teasingly against your neck. For a moment, you thought a scoff might make its appearance from you, but Goose chose that moment to latch on to the soft and sensitive flesh below your ear, right as he rolled your nipple between skilled fingers - which turned the scoff into a loud and needy moan instead. 

“Atta honey.. so good for me,” hushed voice, husky in your ear had your eyelids fluttering shut as Goose started leading you towards the sofa. He stalled for a moment, letting brown eyes search yours, a thoughtful look upon his features before he decided “Honey, I’m gonna disconnect the phone.” laughter rang out in the glowing red light of your living room, and Goose smirked as he made his way towards your phone. 

 The swiftness with which your boyfriend lost his jeans and button-up on his way back to you was astounding, only leaving your touch for a moment or two before his arms embraced you again. Turning the two of you, he nudged a knee in between your thighs to spread them before he sat down, bringing you with him to straddle his lap.

Goose was now only clad in a loose fitting pair of boxers, which you noticed were already tenting. As he slowly grabbed your hips and fully lowered you onto his lap, you gasped softly at the feel of his hard length against your core - arousal flooding your very being from the way he held you. Rolling your hips experimentally resulted in a low groan from your boyfriend, his fingers tightening their hold on you.

Labored and shallow breathing echoed through the otherwise silent house, Goose’s hands now guiding and grinding you down on his now rock hard cock. Your hands gripped at broad shoulders, forehead falling down to rest against Nicks, lips chasing his as they met in an open mouthed frenzy.

“Nicky!” you whimpered out as the head of his cock strained against his boxers, hard against the opening of your clothed core, where he ground hard trying to seek the pleasure of your welcoming heat.

“S’okay honey, Nicky’s got you babe, I’m here,” his voice was strained from the way your cunt tried in vain to clench around him, his tip just reaching deep enough to feel your attempts at getting him deeper despite the barrier of your clothes. Bringing his arms around your back, he guided your head to his shoulder, his lips pressing into your hot skin as his palm splayed over your lower back and ass. Rutting up into you, he pressed you down at the same time as his grip on your hip guided you against his length. 

“Feel so fuckin’ good, darlin’” his moan caressed your skin, the thickness of his length now adding delicious pressure to your clit. Glancing between your bodies, you saw the bulge of his tip in his boxers, and the wet patch that had spread across it. A loud, needy moan fell from you, and you were grasping at Goose’s neck now, desperately needing to feel him closer.

“Need you, Goose– please, need you,” whimpering, you ground more desperately into him now, hips rolling down hard to feel more of him. 

“Shh, honey, we ain’t in a rush,” strong hands stilled your hips, gently detaching you from where you sat leaned on his chest. Soft lips pressed against yours, and you needily tried to deepen it, nipping at his lower lip, desperate to feel his tongue on you. 

“Baby…” his tone was warning, but his touch soft as he splayed one hand on your sternum, the other guiding your arms away from his neck. He guided your hands so they were grasping behind you at his knees, his palm pressing your chest away from him. 

“Fuck, honey…” Goose groaned low in his throat, the sound emitting a whimper from you, brows knitted together as you hesitantly tried canting your hips in your new position. “That’s it honey, fuck yourself on my cock, needy little thing,” you knew Nick liked talking dirty, but this had your mouth falling open, head falling backwards as you kept your pace - again and again dragging your cunt along Goose’s length. 

Reaching down, Nick grabbed at his clothed cock, guiding it to put pressure on your clit before slipping it towards your entrance, bucking slightly as he found it. The knuckle of his thumb dragged against your clit as he rubbed his straining head as far as it could go into you, desperate and high pitched moans leaving you as he started moving his thumb slightly. 

“Please, Nicky!” Goose only groaned, using his forefinger to slip the wet material of your body to the side, fucking his cock just a little deeper into your sensitive hole. Brown eyes had been transfixed on your cunt, but now roamed your body on display for him, landing on your heaving chest, eliciting another deep moan from your lover. 

Reaching up, he swiftly yanked the straps down to free your breasts, hands and mouth latching on to them as you continued rocking against him. Warm tongue and rough mustache created an overwhelming sensation as Nick suckled at your nipple, palming roughly at your other breast. 

“O-oh, Nick - I’m–” your orgasm built fast, and had snuck up on you as Goose loved your body. 

“Give it to me, baby, let me have it,” Goose grunted against your tits, and it was all the encouragement you needed as you cried out, hips rutting faster to get you there. 

“Oh, I’m gonna cum so hard on your cock, Nicky” you knew your boyfriend liked it when you talked dirty back to him, and the moan he released at your words was enough to send you hurtling over the edge, a blinding orgasm having you mindlessly moaning, thighs quivering on either side of your boyfriends’, only vaguely aware of Nick’s hands palming hard at your tits. 

Harsh breaths and grunts met your ears as you came down slightly from your high, and looking down between your bodies, Nick’s straining cock appeared and disappeared between your folds as Goose fucked into you. Moaning softly at the sight, you let your hands leave their place to tangle into the short hair at the nape of your boyfriend's neck as you whimpered “Coat me with your cum, Goose,”. Whilst you weren’t as well versed in dirty talk as your boyfriend it seemed to work as Goose came hard with a long moan, his white spend spreading and leaking out of his boxers and on to your swollen clit. 

 Lazily, he rutted his hips, spreading his cum over your pussy, drawing soft moans from you as his lips found yours in soft kisses. Chests heaving, you let your fingers card through his blonde hair, as warmth filled your chest.

“Welcome home, stud,” Goose smiled against your lips as he held you close to his chest again. 

“And what a welcome it was, honey!”

[luveline]

pleading for anything with dad steve being the best possible girl dad. with clingy daughters that won’t leave the poor man alone, but he absolutely loves every second of it, that’s all i ask

im not sure if this is really what you meant but i hope you like it anyhow! ♡ dad!steve + mom!reader | 1.1k words

Steve's trying to do yesterday's dishes when a small voice sounds from his calf. "Dad, can I-" 

"Go ask mom," Steve says, and he loves to say it. 

The oldest, a fresh three year old with his personality and your good looks, groans. Loudly. He laughs at her because it's far outside of her usual behaviour.

She kicks the floor but stands silent. Steve feels sorry for her, just a little, his mini you all pouty and teary-eyed. "Oh, we can't have that," he murmurs, drying off his hands with a towel as he bends at the waist to talk to her. "Fine, baby, ask me. But no more showing off." 

She has the good graces to look apologetic. "I want a hug." 

"Your mom's hugs aren't good enough?" he asks, gently scolding. 

"Want one from you." 

He smiles wide and opens his arms. She falls into his chest and almost knocks him over, her face rubbing against his chest. Steve realises she's getting comfy and makes to pick her up, one hand behind her back and the other her legs. 

Her arms are so small they only just close around his neck. Steve looks down at the top of her head fondly, leaning against the kitchen counter in preparation for what feels like a long cuddle. 

"Where's your sister?" he murmurs. 

"Sleeping." 

"Really?" he asks, rubbing the short length of her back tenderly. 

She only nods. Steve cuddles her close and drops his head to rest his cheek in her hair. She smells a touch like you and a lot like her apple jellybean shampoo. 

"Dad," she says.

"What?" 

She lifts her head from his chest and he reluctantly pulls back. Her cheeks balloon, filled with air, and she pouts for a kiss. Steve chuckles at her expression and obliges. 

After a kiss he pokes her inflated cheek. "What's this?" 

"S'how you kiss." 

"Says who?" 

She shrugs. Steve fills his cheeks with air and gives her another. 

Delighted, she starts to laugh. Steve laughs too, the air he'd sucked in rushing out in a big puff that blows her baby hairs away from her face. 

Almost like the youngest can tell Steve's having too much fun, she starts to cry. He pulls the oldest against his chest and carries her up the stairs, finding you already in the baby's bedroom in your pyjamas, hair wet and fussing over your crying daughter with a small frown. 

You have soap behind your ear. 

He wipes it away and drops his hand to the nape of your neck. "Hey," he greets you. 

You look up at him from where you're sitting at the top of the toddler bed, always the prettiest woman he's ever seen. "Hiya, handsome. And you-" You point at your oldest. "Trouble, I got a bone to pick with you." 

Steve stiffens like he's the one who's gonna get told off, but you break your act too quickly for any real panic to set it. "You didn't tell me Mr. Bear got hurt." 

"His foot!" she agrees with a gasp. 

"I'll sew it up. Or, dad will," you promise, smiling bashfully. Your hair is dripping down your back. 

"Sure will," he agrees. "Why don't you go finish your hair? I got this." 

You look down at the baby, who's not really a baby anymore, but the baby still, and brush her brown hair with your fingertips before you stand, kiss his cheek, and leave, smelling very sweet as you pass. 

Steve looks down at the youngest. She's more like him than you visually, her face squarer and her lips like they'd been stolen from his face.

"Hi, baby. Did you have a nice nap?" 

Steve knows better than to expect any proper words when she's this tired. 

"Can we go lie in your bed?" the oldest asks. 

Steve tilts his head. "You want a dogpile?" he asks knowingly. Dogpile isn't quite accurate. If he laid his full weight on either of the girls he suspects he'd hurt them. It's a big hug under the covers. 

She nods. Steve offers an arm to the baby and is best pleased when she takes it, lifting her up and carrying both kids on either hip like it's his job. It sort of is. 

You sit on the floor with your hairdryer in the bedroom, smiling softly when the three of them appear. 

"Dogpile," Steve explains loudly to be heard over the hair dryer. 

He dumps both kids on the unmade bed and worms his way under the sheets. He's immediately squashed by the oldest who drapes her entire weight over his front and nuzzles in, arms spread over his chest, and the youngest who sits by his head and drops her cheek rather abruptly against his hair. He laughs and struggles to hug her with his free arm, eyes to his eyebrows to watch her. "Whatcha doing up there, baby? Gonna play with my hair like your mom does?" 

No such luck. She yawns and fidgets and then crawls away, down the length of the bed. Steve worries she's gonna bother you where you sit sectioning your hair but she climbs over his legs and then settles between them like a house cat. 

"Can we have spaghetti for dinner?" the oldest asks. 

Steve looks down at the daughter on his chest and smiles at her, brushing his hand over her forehead affectionately. "It's pizza night." 

The only thing better than spaghetti shapes is pizza. She makes a small, excited sound and shuffles further up his chest. "With the cheese in the-" She doesn't know the word. 

"Crust?" he asks. "Yeah, the one with cheese in the crust." 

They lie like that for a little while, the kids surprisingly subdued for a Friday night. Usually there's a general cranky air about them, exhausted from a week of early mornings, and he takes this small section of peace as the blessing that it is. It only gets better when you finish your hair, swoop up the baby into your arms and meet him at the top of the bed. You lie down so your hip touches his, each of you with a kid on your chest. 

He drops his cheek to the pillow to meet your eyes. 

"They're so clingy," he complains.

"You love it." 

He blows up his cheeks and tries to kiss you. You squirm away from him, giggling as you ask, "What is that? What are you doing?" 

"S'how you kiss!" 

"That's not how you usually do it." 

He huffs. "Whatever. You'll give me one, won't you?" he asks the oldest. 

She blows up her cheeks. 

"Oh my god," you say. You sound infectiously happy.

[decorativetrashbag]

sanji slow dancing with his spouse in the kitchen while their daughter giggles from the table <3

What a classic prompt, slow dances in the kitchen are just 🤌🏻 chefs kiss. I'll take a crack at it and try my best. It's a little short, but honestly, I tried to throw in Sanji, calling their daughter as many food nicknames as possible 💛🩵

You watched with humor as your husband tried to feed your daughter the food he had made. Of course, one of the best cooks in the East Blue, possibly the world, was trying to get your daughter, who was barely one, to eat this 5-star meal. 'Gotta make sure her food appreciation starts young!' Sanji had always explained. This time, he was trying to get her to eat the fried rice he'd always made for you. She was a little more interested in making a mess. Sanji was always patient, though.

"Come on sweet pea, just try a little," the blonde said, offering another baby spoonful. She took the spoon and dumped it on the tray of her high chair, to which Sanji chuckled in defeat.

"Alright, I'll have to keep trying with her," he said, taking a spoonful for himself. You chuckled and stood up, taking your empty plate with you as you tussled your daughter's blonde hair.

"You're doing a great job otherwise," you say, walking around behind Sanji, picking up empty dishes in front of him and pecking his cheek as you did.

"Thank you dear, I try," he swooned a little at your praise. You smiled as you walked over and set dishes in the sink, beginning to wash them.

"Oh, darling you don't have to wash those, I'll do it," he insisted, picking up the rest of the dishes.

"Sanji, you cooked, it's only fair that I clean," you protested. Before you could make another rebuttal, Sanji came up behind you and put the dishes he grabbed in the sink and pulled your hands away from them.

"Nonsense, Princess," he purred gently, making you blush as he twirled you around to face him, "You do so much already, it's the least I could do."

"Love, I am capable," you said, but he just shushed you, interlacing his fingers with his and putting his other hand on your waist, pulling you in close.

"I know, but you deserve a break." He said as you melted at his touch, putting your free hand on his shoulder. Music was still gently playing from the Transponder Snail on the kitchen counter, and you and Sanji began to absentmindedly sway to it.

"See? Isn't that nice?" Your husband smiled, raising a curly q brow.

"Alright, it is pretty nice," you admitted as the two of you slowly danced in your own kitchen. It had been a while since the two of you had danced in the kitchen, but that was way back when there was just the two of you. Sanji would teach you how to cook a dish before it turned into a playful little food fight. He used to sit you on the counter and get lost in your eyes while the two of you talked, or he’d forget he was cooking cause he was too focused on kissing you. Even with your daughter now added to your little family, Sanji was still very romantic with you.

“I'm pretty sure I’ve heard this song before,” You mumbled, head now laid on his chest.

“Me too, I think it was from when I first came over and treated you to dinner,” Sanji said, with a smile. “I remember it like it was yesterday..”

"Yeah… I still could've done dishes," you teased, looking up at him as he looked at you with a smile.

"Nonsense, I don't want you lifting a finger," he purred, slowly twirling you and pulling you back and down for a dip.

"Sanji!!" You squealed with a giggle as he planted kisses on your cheek. Your daughter began to giggle too, clapping her life hands at seeing her parents so happy with one another.

"See? My little creme brulee agrees," he laughed, pulling you up from the dip and back to facing him.

"As long as you're offering," you half joked as the two of you looked at your daughter, who was still giggling at the two of you.

“I am! You relax, I’ll keep an eye on our sugar cube,” He smiled, turning your chin towards him and giving you a soft kiss.

“I love you,” You sighed, you told him all the time, but you meant it like when you first told him.

“I love you too,” He grinned

[mshalfemptygirl]

Spit Your Love On Me (S.R)

Plot: Spencer Reader are having an enjoyable Saturday night that just might get better.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Contents: smut (oral sex male receiving) and fluffy, just a lovely couple loving each other. A bit of teasing, cause I like it.

A/N: Thank you so much for you guys liked my fics. I have 5 now and they are getting a lot of likes. Comment and Reblog them please, my heart melts with every interaction. I’ll let the link for Spencer Reid Masterlist in the end. Love y’all. Requests are open! Hope you like it! Oh, of course, Måneskin inspire me in this one, like always.

It was a typical Saturday night, Spencer and I have a tradition of watching a movie, cooking dinner afterwards, and talking about random things in our lives until three in the morning. And since it was late, he let me sleep here and he woke me up with kisses on my neck every Sunday morning.

We had been dating for four months and just being intimate enough to sleep in the same bed, we never had sex. It wasn't for lack of desire, we agreed not to rush with it and let it happen naturally. I tease him a lot for fun, he doesn’t complain ‘cos he knows that I would never force him to do anything he doesn't want to. By the way, everytime I call him “hot”, he blushes violently, it’s just too funny. We spend a lot of time in the kitchen today, cooking pasta and drinking wine, he has the gift of making simple everyday things cool. I don't know how people live without Spencer Reid by their side.

We were washing dinner dishes together, he washed and I dried everything, it was a system that worked and it may seem silly, but in those moments I felt close to him.We get stuck in our world and nothing else matters. He looked at me all the time, once, he told me that looking at me was like looking at the goddess Aphrodite. In fact, that I was much prettier than her. What a lie. 

I had already dried everything and put it away, just missing the wine glasses he was washing. Spencer was a tall man and I was a short woman, but I was glad that today I was wearing high-heeled boots that made one have quicker access to the back of his neck. Slowly, I arrived from behind, put my hand on his waist and kissed the back of his neck, he shivered in reaction.

"Baby, I'm going to end up breaking the glass," I chuckled. He was the most precious thing in this world. "Sorry, it's just that I miss you", he finished washing the glass, closed the tap before saying,"But you saw me yesterday and the day before yesterday . We spend a lot time together". I gave him another kiss on the back of his neck “I know but it's not enough, I've always wanted you all to myself, all the time".

He turned to me and placed an icy hand on my face, I melt with every touch of yours, sometimes I feel like a porcelain doll that can break at any moment. "Spence, I love you so much, you know that, right?!", he smiled. I will never get tired of this view, his face brings me peace and his presence comforts me, it's only been four months together but it seems so much longer. "I love you too, very much."

And his gaze drifted towards my lips and I knew what I should do, I kissed him and honestly, his kisses always awaken something in me, it looks like that with each kiss I gain more years of life. After several wet kisses he suddenly stopped, he looks uncomfortable and and his cheeks gradually gained a shade of pink, something that was not uncommon to see. He turned his face away.

"Baby, are you alright?", he shook his head. "Something's wrong, tell me." He looked into my eyes, I watch him bit his bottom lip, he was nervous. “Pff, this situation is embarrassing. I'm little...excited, you know?" I frowned. I didn't understand. Excited??? Wait, he was aroused. Because of me. Gezz! "Baby, were you telling me you're hard ‘cause of me?".

"Yes, I am. This situation is pretty embarrassing. I think it’s better go take a cold shower, sorry.", he started to move however I stopped him. It seemed too cruel if I didn't help him now, I wanted to please him, I wanted to taste him, I wanted to finally have an intimate moment with the man I loved. I didn't filter my next words, they came out of my mouth faster than lightning, I couldn't contain my desire.

"Spencer, wait. This doesn't have to be embarrassing, I can help you. I know we promised not to rush things but I want to make you feel good, I want this. Let me help you, I get down on my knees now if you want but only if you say you want to. Let me taste you.", I could see his innocent eyes turn black, I knew how much he loved the audios and how my tease could get to him and confessing that I wanted to get on my knees for him, made him immobile, going over what I said in your head over and over like a song.

"Spence? My love?!", He blinked his eyes and took a deep breath, I was tense. Whatever his command was, I would do it. "I want this, please, I need you", he confessed to me, it felt like he was telling me a secret that had been kept for a long time. Then, I gave him a soft kiss that natually became a needy kiss. I went down to his neck, giving kisses and licking his skin, I know that teasing is something important in intercourse and I wanted him to have a good experience.

I unbuttoned his shirt and trailed kisses down the V line and looked up, he was aware of my every move. "Can I go on, love?" he shakes his head. “Love, I need words”, I want hear it, consent is key for this to work, for it to be good for both me and him. It is the basics that every human being should know. “Yes, baby”.

I took off his belt and lowered his pants, his underwear was white and was already marked with his pre-cum. I placed a kiss on his cock over the fabric. "Please angel, I can’t wait any longer", he whimpered, my love is so needed. I laughed, he was desperate for this. "Calm down love, we have plenty of time. And oh, I want to hear your moans, so don't be shy", next I took his underwear off, I was trying to be very gentle with him, I wanted to go step by step, very slowly.

I went from bottom to top before popping his cock into my mouth, Spence let out a loud groan, feeling the pleasure take over your body. It was the best thing I've ever heard in my life. Gradually I increased the pace, he threw his head back and held tight to the kitchen counter. I felt his body vibrate under my touch, so I decided to tease him a bit.

"Do you like it, babe? Have your cock in my mouth? Such a good boy” he moaned again, he whispers a lot of "yes, yes, yes" and I went back to what he was doing, feeling proud of it. Seeing him get messed up for me is wonderful, I love him so much and would do anything for my boy. Not much time later, he looked me in my eyes to say, "I'm almost there, Y/N, let me cum. Please.".  Fuck, it would be so good to taste him. I took it out of my mouth again, never stopping my hand movements "Come for me, love, I’m waiting for it for so long", I intensified the movements and he yelled my name before spitting his love in my face. He was out of breath and so was I, and my makeup was ruined. He will be the death of me.

"Did you liked it, Spence?", On his face he had a smirk when he saw my painted face, behind that little angel face, there's a very dirty mind that I really want to explore. I can imagine the possibilities."Yeah, I'm in heaven, your mouth is so good. Just so fucking good. And I messed up your makeup, I'm so sorry."

I got up from the floor, trying to wipe my face with my hand, now the one who looked like a mess was me "Oh come on, I know you weren't sorry about that. I hope you liked it because the day I have you inside me, then you'll be in heaven", I finished with a soft kiss on his lips, I could spend hours doing this with him, I would never get tired of it. Afterwards, we went to the bathroom to clean up the mess we made in the kitchen, and after today, we're going to do more than sleep in that bed.

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⤷ Uzui Tengen x Fem!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

♡ portal ♡ demon slayer ♡ series ♡ words: 799 | reading: n/a

tags fem!reader, slow burn (not kidding in the slightest), angst central, smut (other parts), emotional cheating, fluff, depression, manipulation, maladaptive daydreaming. (lmk if i missed any!)

notes The order of his wife speed run is: you, Makio, Suma, Hina. I would like this au to be one where mainly everyone is living in a big city. For some distance, they could be in a different neighborhood? for the plot.

In the Sound Hashira estate, you are busy washing the dishes after dinner, humming to yourself. Unbeknownst to you, Tengen comes up behind you while you are washing and holds your shoulders. You glance at him but seem to be distracted with your own thoughts “Ah my love!” you smile at him glossy-eyed. Tengen chuckles. "Look at me~" He says in a soft tone, then kisses your cheek.

You fully turn to look at him and hold on to his arms. He smirks and leans down “You look even more lovely than usual." He says in a confident tone. You offer a sweet smile “Thank you, it really-" as soon as you saw Suma enter the kitchen, you turned around and began to hurriedly finish washing the plates. He removes his hand with your movement, and walks over to Suma, embracing her for a moment.

They begin whispering to each other, so quietly that you can not even understand what they are being so secretive about. You dry your hands with the dish towel and start to stride out of the kitchen doors while exclaiming, “Alright, dishes done! Gonna prepare for my nightly walk!” You made the mistake of stealing a glance at them, Suma nods “Alright! Stay safe” while Tengen is staring at her.

As you put up your hair, you remember the good days, when it was just you and Tengen, with Makio in the works of being introduced, and he would be the one to introduce these walks, making jokes about how he would protect and serve you on the streets… His large hands grabbing yours as you two “stride with pride” just for fun.

Now, these walks consist of you walking around popular areas of the city with your hands grazing the potted plants and smiling at other locals in your neighborhood. You take your time admiring at a snails pace, as it is the only time you feel at ease.

Arriving back to the estate, you knock on the door and feel uneasy. Hina opens the door and ushered you in, hugging you as you pass by. “You worried me! This walk was longer than yesterdays!” she scolded. You groan playfully, “Sorry mom” you stick your tongue out, “I’ll make it short tomorrow I promise… maybe.” You jog into the living room, where Suma is reading while Makio stands up. You yawn as Makio walks up to you. She whispers “It’s about time we get to sleep in his arms, we have to fight” she pouts. You nod as you grab her hand and go upstairs.

Tengen always lays in bed first, and enjoys us 4 fight for who gets to be closest to him for the night. It used to be really fun, until it wasn’t, and you just fit in whatever spot was left, as you used to take your walks a little later. Tengen noticed the later times, and told you to please either shorten the distance or walk earlier, as he missed your touch. It made your heart swell, and you were a little nervous to be so close to him. It had been about 2 weeks since you were this close in bed.

In your pajamas, you walk into the master bedroom to see Makio to his left. He smiles when he sees you, and you look down shyly. “y/n, finally” You avoid his gaze as you crawl to his side, his strong arms holding your waist as your head lay on his chest. The other wives join, and Tengen does his ritualistic ‘I love you all’ speech that makes everyone chuckle, followed by soft i love you too’s. Eventually everyone is sleeping soundly, except for you. Tengen’s snoring, paired with your over thinking was too much.

You imagine him kissing your forehead saying that you are his brilliant diamond, like he used to say often when it was just you two. Even with Makio and Suma, he would regularly say he loved and appreciated you, but its been a while. All you end up excited about for three times a week is your nanny job for Senjuro, Rengoku Kyojuro’s younger brother, as well as the butterfly mansion girls. You had a knack for bonding with children, and had good home making skills.

Tengen had envisioned and hyped you up about having children of your own the first year you were married, but now it has been 3 years of growing family in the opposite direction. “Was I really the brilliant diamond he cherished, since he felt he needed 3 more?” you thought to yourself. Your head eventually started to hurt, as your mind drifted to what lies ahead tomorrow. At least Tengen was warm…

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Cherished

word count: 1.4k Final part of Parasocial and Mind’s Eye

Some people are dealt a losing hand by the universe

“I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.”

-Kris Kristofferson

(Y/n) was aware something was wrong. But, she wasn’t confrontational enough to bring it up. I won’t say anything unless she decides to bring it up first.

It may take time but… soon she’ll just accept me as her Miguel.

I’m her Miguel now.

And she is mine.

—

It took time. A long long time.

But she accepted me as I am now.

It took 3 months. 3 long months for (Y/n) to stop acting like I was a stranger.

The first month after she realized something was wrong- she wouldn’t let me put Gabriella to bed, she wouldn’t kiss me back, wouldn’t let me hold her close at night.

It hurt. It was hard. I hated every second of it. But I pretended to not notice.

I pretended so well that by the second month, (Y/n) let me put Gabriella to bed again. She let me hold her at night, but not as close as she used to.

Everything got better by the third month. She finally loved me. She kissed me, she let me take care of Gabriella, and she let me hold her close at night.

She loved me. Not the variant of me. She loved me now.

—

Life with (Y/n) and Gabriella was so beautiful. Every day was perfect, I would go to sleep at night so excited for the next day.

I adored (Y/n) and Gabriella with every fiber of my being. I loved them so much that it made my chest hurt.

I got to be there for my beautiful family, for everything.

I got to hear my beautiful Gabriella speak her first word, a giggly “papa” while I was trying to feed her.

I got to see Gabriella successfully take her first few steps and make it into (Y/n)’s arms without falling.

I got to see (Y/n) when I woke up every morning and before I fell asleep every night…

But I should’ve known and I should’ve remembered- I’m cosmically cursed to suffer in every universe.

—

I had been in that universe for a little over a year when it happened.

The day started as perfect and beautiful as each day prior had been.

I woke up before (Y/n), and pressed a light kiss to her forehead. I got up to check on Gabriela before getting back into bed, laying beside (Y/n) until she woke up.

When she woke up she leaned up and lazily kissed me. I could feel her smile into the kiss. I maneuvered her on top of me, having her straddle my lap, as we lazily made out.

The make-out session was cut short by the high pitched cries of our little Gabriella.

I went to take care of Gabriella and (Y/n) went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before breakfast.

My sweet Gabriella had picked up a few more words since she began speaking, mostly short words that she would say loudly.

As I entered her room that morning she was excitedly chanting for (Y/n) while reaching for me

“Mama! Mama! Mama!”

“No Mija- it’s Papa today”

Gabriella giggled and stretched her tiny hands out toward me until I picked her up.

I carried her to the dining room where I sat her down in her high chair. She continued to chant for (Y/n) as I made breakfast.

When (Y/n) entered the kitchen, her hair still wet from her shower, she kissed my cheek.

(Y/n) walked toward Gabriella, who was now excitedly clapping as her mama was finally there.

“What is it my baby?”

You tickled Gabriella and kissed all over her face, causing her to giggle.

I smiled at the sound and glanced back.

The rest of that morning was like that, happy. Happy and perfectly domestic. Completely perfect, everything I’d ever wanted.

Gabriella wanted to go to the park after breakfast and so I told (Y/n) that I could take care of cleaning up the dishes if she got Gabriella ready to go.

Once we were at the park Gabriella went straight for the swings, she loved when I would push her on the baby swing.

The park would always tire Gabriella out fast though so we only stayed for about 15-20 minutes before she got too sleepy to keep playing.

When we got back home Gabriella was fast asleep in my arms, I put her down for her nap.

—

2 hours later, Gabriella was still sleeping.

(Y/n) turned to me and said she wanted to run to the grocery store before Gabriella woke up.

I shouldn’t have let her go.

But I did.

She left to get groceries while Gabriella was napping.

A task that should only take 30 minutes.

I felt a heavy panic settle into my chest after it had been 35 minutes. I told myself that the store might’ve been busy and tried to call her.

When she didn’t answer the panic got worse.

She always answered my calls.

I knew something was very wrong.

I tried to call her 7 more times but she didn’t answer any of them.

I began hyperventilating, I couldn’t stop the panic.

I checked on Gabriella, seeing she was still sleeping I called for Lyla. I told Lyla to watch over Gabriella while I went to Earth 2099 for a few minutes.

I stumbled through the portal I opened, arriving in my office I sped to my platform. I frantically typed on the keypad and swiped through the screens until I reached the answer.

Where (Y/n) was.

Why she wasn’t answering my calls.

She was gone.

(Y/n) was gone.

I couldn’t breathe.

My eyes wouldn’t focus and I felt dizzy.

I stared at (Y/n)’s body through the screen.

She was so still.

I opened a portal back to that once perfect universe and reentered that world.

There was a pounding in my head as I rushed to Gabriella’s room.

I told Lyla that I needed her to watch over Gabriella for a little longer.

—

It wasn’t hard to figure out where (Y/n) was. There were loud ambulance sirens, too many people, and the flashing lights of police cars.

I had to prove I knew her.

I had to identify her.

I had to ride with her body to the hospital just to be told what I already knew.

The whole process took hours.

Lyla contacted me to let me know that Gabriella had woken up as I was on my way back home. I let her know I’d be back soon.

When I did get back home, Gabriella was crying. She was crying for her mama.

It hurt. It all hurt. It all hurt too much.

It took everything in me not to cry. I couldn’t cry, I had to calm down Gabriella. If I cried she’d cry harder.

Once I calmed her down, I brought her to the kitchen to feed her some dinner.

The motions all too familiar. Too similar to that perfect morning.

As I fed her, Lyla spoke up hesitantly.

“Miguel… (Y/n) dying here was a canon event. There was nothing you or anyone could’ve done.”

I couldn’t tell if she was trying to be comforting but her words made me feel worse.

“(Y/n) wasn’t a canon event. My variant was.”

My voice was harsh and as I spoke I could see Lyla begin to glow an angry, staticky red.

“No Miguel. The Canon here is that Gabriella O'Hara loses a parent. Your variant should have fulfilled that but you took his place. With you here (Y/n) had to go.”

I caused this?

“That’s not possible. The Miguel O'hara of this earth wasn’t dead.”

“He would’ve died if you hadn’t moved his body. You moved his body just enough that he was able to survive.”

Lyla disappeared after that. Leaving me with this universe’s canon.

I wasn’t cursed in every universe. Not in this one. The Miguel that belonged to this universe got to live a happy life until I stole it.

It hurt. That knowledge. That one of me was happy somewhere, and I destroyed it.

I looked down at Gabriella.

I can’t leave her now. I can’t run away. Not after I’ve taken so much from her.

I held Gabriella to my chest and promised to take care of her, to be the best father to her I could.

—

The pain of losing (Y/n) never went away. It only got worse when I lost Gabriella.

Gabby had grown so much, (Y/n) would’ve been so proud of our beautiful girl.

(Y/n) would’ve been so proud of our baby’s passion for sports. She would’ve been so excited for each of Gabriella’s soccer games, she would’ve been so proud of the girl Gabriella grew into.

Gabriella was with her mama now though. Safe and loved.

I can’t pretend I’m not jealous.

But, I have responsibilities that must be fulfilled. The sins I have committed can only be repaid by a lifetime of suffering and doing what is necessary.

I can’t leave. I can’t run away. I can’t let myself die. I can’t be with my (Y/n) and Gabriella until it is my time to go.

I can’t try to alter it. Who knows who I could hurt doing that.

All I have left of them now are videos and photos.

Watching videos from when I still had them is very reminiscent of when this all started.

When I would watch (Y/n) and …her Miguel through the same screen I watch the videos on now.

[lbulldesigns]

UPDATE: AITAH For accusing my former best friend of trying to break up my relationship, and promptly ending our thirteen-year-long friendship?

Posted 19th of May, 2021

Thank you everyone for setting me straight, I accept the YTA verdict.

My Godfather always says to me "If one guy calls you a horse, then he's being a dick. If everyone's calling you a horse, then it's time to buy a saddle" well if everyone's calling me an AH then I need to swallow my pride and take it on the chin.

I'm the AH is more ways than one, and will spend a long, long, long time making up for this.

However, I don't have a happy update. I got up early this morning, with only three hours of sleep the night before, with the sole purpose of meeting up with Pow before school. I planned on stopping by our favourite diner and picking her up her favourite pancake dish and going over everything that happened yesterday over breakfast.

I had practised what I was going to say after I told my Uncle Benny everything that happened. He was disappointed in me and said that we needed to have a long chat on picking up actual red flags but that he was going to help me figure out the correct words to say to Pow and what I needed to expect from this talk.

So I'm about to head out and get the breakfast, with Benny also suggesting flowers (Pow loves flowers, but only if she can keep them alive in a pot) when the doorbell rings. I go and answer and Van is standing there with the pancakes I planned on getting, and a bag clothes.

Benny invited him in and Van apologised for rocking up so early but he wanted to bring Pow a fresh change of clothes before school, and her favourite breakfast.

To say we were confused would be an understatement. Benny asked what Van was talking about and Van then looked confused and asked if she wasn't here.

Long story short. Pow is now missing.

After she got home yesterday, she was in tears and Lo was the first to greet her. and in true Lo fashion decided to give her grief over this, Van doesn't know entirely what went down or what exactly was said but all he heard was a loud banshee-like scream, thudding, and Lo screaming in terror and pain. He had run into the entryway and saw Pow on top of Lo beating the shit out of him. (Something I would have paid to see).

Van had pulled Pow off of Lo but she was struggling to get out of his hold to continue her attack on Lo, so Van was reduced to shaking her by the shoulders and using his "snap out of it voice" which can come across pretty demanding. It worked and Pow instantly went from, in Van's words, a rabid Honey Badger to a lost and scared kitten. He demanded what was going on but Lo was groaning in pain, and by Van's words laying it on a little thick, and Pow was struck mute.

Van recognized her flight or fight response kicking in and started to tell her to get out and take a walk for a bit but he only got out "Get Out" before Pow bolted from the house, Van shouted out after her to go to Benny's and he'll see her tomorrow but he wasn't sure she heard but was certain she would come here anyway because she usually does when overwhelmed.

At this point I was starting to really feel sick, I explained everything that happened yeaterday at school. Van got really quiet and just just sighed heavily, and just looked at me with so much disappointment.

I thought I felt ashamed when all of you called me an AH but seeing this man's disappointment plain as day just crushed me. I mumbled out a pathetic sorry, but Van said that all of that didn't matter right now and what was important was finding his daughter.

He lectured me on my behavior and wanted the full story and I told him how everyone was saying the same things about Pow being toxic and that I spoke with Daisy, and she and her GF told me about how possessive she had been acting with them and that she was most likely doing the same thing.

Van asked for some examples, and I admitted I didn't see anything myself but my friends and my GF's friends often told me about her comments towards them and how one time she claimed that I belonged to her and she was certain I would always chose her over any skank that would try and muscle in. (I never added this info in my original post, because my mind was all over the place and there's a character limit)

I admitted that I didn't believe it at first, but the more and more people were telling me about her antics the more and more concerned I got, and when Daisy all but confirmed Pow's possessiveness I stupidly fell into the notion that everything was true.

I felt so stupid saying it all out loud.

Van asked me what Pow said in her defense, and I couldn't answer him because I never asked. Something he picked up on by my silence.

He sighed again and said that none of that helps locate his daughter right now, and asked if she had any other friends she would go to if I wasn't available.

So I called Zer, who miraculously answered my call, and asked if Pow was with her. But she hasn't seen or heard from her, she had tried called and texting Pow herself yesterday but got nothing back.

I took the day off the school, to help look for her.

It's now 6PM and we're currently at the Enforcers station, hoping to see if they picked up any wayward teenage girls.

I'll update with more later.

[vanillaxoshi]

I just got this idea after reading Zi-lings au on what Kaizo thinks of Cahaya during Boboiboy original. I loved her au and then it actually made me think that how would have Cahaya reacted during savage trial, toughness test and Gur’latan arc and thought to draw out an au on it 

This au is on savage trial (Boboiboy galaxy s1 episode 10 - I will soon think of episode 11 too)

So let’s start from the time it was lunch break…

Yea we are not ignoring the fact that the Api and Gopal kinda faced the wrath of Admiral in morning (I have made Trio ori get one room and Air, Daun and Cahaya have one room while Api and Gopal share a room well after Solfang I love Api’s and Gopal’s friendship) which only Tanah liked while Air gulped after knowing it. We could see Yaya, Ying, Cahaya, Petir and Tanah were well prepared for the written test and other’s condition….not explainable 

Time’s up….after facing another round of Admiral’s wrath it was finally break time!! 

When the Admiral leaves for getting a drink, Ying and Yaya questions Fang about Admiral’s extraordinary behaviour, while Fang answers them to think about it, Cahaya’s the one who explains them how Admiral is in actual, fierce during duty hours and gentle during breaks or when he’s off duty. 

“How do you know about it?” 

“I thought to research about it! As his behaviour with you four kinda surprised me!” 

Cahaya answers Petir while thinking about yesterday’s incident and how he and his brothers agreed to give exam. He really did spend his time researching about Admiral, members of Tapops and about the test they are gonna give, he wasn’t much satisfied with his results due to short duration of time but that was what he could do for now until he noticed Fang sneaking away and followed him. He felt lucky he did that when he heard Admiral shouting back in his fierce tone and heard a sound which felt like slamming the table.

“The second test is SURVIVAL TEST”

“Cooking in groups!”

Tables with different weird looking alien foods appeared in front of them. It automatically made them in separate groups, with one group having Ying and Yaya, one with Gopal, Tanah, Petir and Daun, last one with Api, Air, Angin and Cahaya

“Yeesh! What do these things have got to do with survival?” Ying questions the Admiral

“These ingredients will save you if you ever become stranded on an alien planet” Admiral answers

“BEGIN NOW!!!”

They all begin looking at the ingredients 

“Eh! How do we cook these things?” Tanah questions while picking up a purple ingredient 

“Exactly they look so strange” said Petir eyeing on some purple-blue ones 

“Heh! Not a problem!” Gopal rubs his nose in proud and changes the ingredients on earthy-vegetables 

“Hey! You can’t use your powers!” exclaims Yaya earning nods from Angin and Api

“Yes we can! We can use our powers in it until we change the ingredients into complete dishes!” Answers Cahaya while looking at the vegetables 

Admiral looks at Cahaya and nods in agreement 

Petir smirks at this while Tanah turns at Gopal, “Ok Gopal tell us what to do!” 

Tanah knew even though he is good at cooking, Gopal’s skills will be the best in here who is slightly better than him

Gopal gives them instructions and they start their work, Ying and Yaya starts their work and arguing too while Api and Angin turns at the vegetables not knowing what to cook or most importantly how to cook

“You do know you have a genius here” Cahaya exclaims proudly who was met with a deadpan expression from his brothers

“Oh yeah! So tell mr. genius how are we cook these strange looking vegetables?” asks Api

Cahaya states the properties of the vegetables which were very similar to earthy vegetables making them understand. Air and Angin takes the initiative to cook as Angin knew a dish very well taught to him by Tok Aba when only he was at home getting bored while his siblings were not around. They nod and start their work, assist each other, cook together while keeping an eye on Api so that he doesn’t mess around and finally they were able to make a dish. 

Fang was smiling proudly after seeing Air’s group more specifically on one person.

Finally Admiral, Commander and Fang starts reviewing the dishes. They started with their table first.

“Hmm” they smell the dish which smelled delicious

“What dish is it?” Asked Admiral

“Tom Yum” answered Angin

“Tom Yum?” Admiral and Commander were kinda surprised hearing the dish name as it reminded them of the galactic Tom Yum of Master Gahurum (I hope that was his name)

“Yes a dish Tok Aba taught us!” said Air calmly, “Yeah! I don’t know how it would taste though as we never tried it with alien vegetables” whispered Api which was only heard by his brothers (-Angin, Air and Cahaya) and Fang

Commander and Admiral tasted the dish which turned out to be great

“DELICIOUS!! It’s simple and great! Reminds me of the galactic Tom Yum! 90 POINTS!!!” said Admiral after tasting the dish. Cahaya really wanted to ask what did he mean by the term ‘Galactic Tom Yum’ but he let it slide while Fang smiled at his friends more specifically at Cahaya for his knowledge on the alien food

Petir, Daun and especially Tanah was happy on their brother’s success 

Admiral moves on to the next table and tastes the dish, grades them with a hundred points 

While Gopal’s group was happy, getting appreciation from Air’s group as well; Api and Angin laughs at Admiral’s reaction, “Of course Admiral will remember his mother after all the dish was also prepared by the mother of the group!”

Unfortunate to them Admiral heard that, “What do you mean?” 

The duo did not expect Admiral to hear them, they tried to give him some lame excuse which he did not bought but let it slide and they huffed in relaxation. It lasted only a minute as Tanah had kept his hands on their shoulders, smiling gently and a dark was defecting behind his calm figure, sending shivers down on everyone who saw that. Others were wise enough to leave them and moved forward to see Commander shouting in pain after drinking Ying’s soup. 

Cahaya already had rolled his eyes after seeing their dishes as they had clearly not followed the rules but it was something he would careless about 

All were looking at the score board (Yaya, Ying and Gopal’s grades are as shown in the show)

Player           Writing Test          Cooking Test         Focus Test         Total

Petir  80 100 0 180

Angin 40 90 0 130

Tanah 90 100 0 190

Api 15 90 0 105  

Air 70 90 0 160

Daun 30 100 0 130

Cahaya 100 90 0 190

Cahaya knew he has to get a hundred in next test to get Tapops level qualifying marks but he was little nervous on it because how focused he might be he was not sure on doing a rhyming song dance with a gorilla

“ARE YOU READY FOR THE FOCUS TEST?!?” Asked the Admiral 

“Yes! We are Admiral”

“RELEASE TAPOPS GORILLA NOW!!!”

“Tapops Gorilla?!??” exclaimed everyone except Cahaya he knew where this was going 

The Gorilla was released on the stage like area in front of them. Api looks at it with shining eyes thinking are we gonna fight him? While Gopal gets scared and hides behind Tanah, “Do we need to fight that thing??” 

All were confused on what to do, “What’s a gorilla got to do with focusing?” Asks Yaya

“Do we have to feed him with poisonous cookies while looking straight into his eyes?” asks Angin who was doing a thinking pose until he noticed everyone’s stare on him 

“Where do you get such ideas?” asks Petir in disbelief 

“TV show” answers Angin

Tanah shakes his head thinking now he gotta keep an eye on what they are watching 

“Fang show them how it’s done!” orders Commander breaking them out of their trance

“Yes Commander!” Fang straightens up and follows the order while jumping in front of the Gorilla 

The Gorilla roars at him

“Be careful Fang!” said a worried and nervous Cahaya

Fang tilts his head back giving Cahaya a reassuring smile and focuses back at the Gorilla while starring at him intensely 

“BEGIN!!”

And a show of pat-a-cake begins (I swear I was laughing the whole time) 

Cahaya was seeing Fang admiringly while all were just stunned who later were filled in by Admiral on what they had to do

After it was done everyone says, “Wow! So cool Fang!” 

Fang smiles at them

“You were truly awesome Fang!” Cahaya smiles at Fang who had come to stood near him

Fang pats his shoulder, “You can do it Haya! Don’t be nervous”

Cahaya widens his eyes after hearing that, “How did you-“ 

“I know you long enough to tell what you are thinking” Fang smirks

“-your turn!” Admiral finished his statement 

Both of them turns to listen Admiral’s further sentence, “Points will be given on the length of the rhyme”

Before anyone could say Cahaya raises his hand, “Can I do it first Admiral?”

“Yes!” Admiral agrees while nodding his head

“Cahaya-“ Daun hold Cahaya’s sleeves, his eyes were clearly showing how worried he was about his brother 

“I will be fine Daun” Cahaya pats Daun’s hand while giving him a re-assuring smile and moves towards the Gorilla

“Be careful!” said Petir slowly which was heard only by Cahaya, he nods at the eldest septuplet and looks towards the Gorilla, intensely starring at him how Fang did

“BEGIN” 

And that’s where he got the call from Commander 

A new round of Pat-a-cake starts, which ends smoothly with Cahaya singing the lyrics correctly, dancing with the Gorilla and intensely focusing at it 

“- for Gorilla and me!” and that’s how it ended

He turned back to get proud glances from his brothers, awe from his friends and TTM and a proud smile and thumbs up from Fang, he runs and stands beside him

“Good! 100 POINTS!!” exclaimed Admiral

Cahaya’s chest puffs up hearing that while Fang just rolls his eyes playfully. Air and Tanah congratulates the youngest septuplet 

Now Gopal enters thinking it to be easy after seeing Cahaya and Fang who was proven wrong by being slammed in no less time for singing wrong lyrics 

Now it was Yaya and Ying’s turn who turned out to have done a great job, their idea happened to have inspired Angin and Daun who did the same, paired up together and sang the lyrics well because in between Angin said Sat-a-cake which Daun corrected on proper time before Gorilla could slam them away. Cahaya was confused at first why did Angin say Sat-a-cake until he realised that the eldest trio had spent their most of the time with Tok Aba and due to his voice he mispronounced Pat as Sat and that was what they had learnt 

Before he could say anything, Tanah had already went in the ring, he face palmed hoping him (Tanah) to be safe which was proven wrong as Tanah was immediately slammed by the Gorilla. The siblings including him did got enraged after seeing Tanah getting hurt like that but they did know they couldn’t do anything. 

“It’s Pat-a-cake”

“Huh?!”

“Be careful while you are singing because I know just like Tanah and Angin even you have learnt it as Sat-a-cake”

Petir nods at Cahaya’s warning 

Next was Api who surprisingly did the test correctly while making the Gorilla as his friend too and after him Air did who also received 100 points well! He’s well known for his patience and focus

Now it was Petir’s turn, who sang the first half well but when it came to second half by reflex he said Pat as Sat and before he could correct it he was slammed by the Gorilla. Cahaya shakes his head after seeing that, he did predict something like that might happen

“Let’s see if your points are enough to pass!”

“Commander”

“Here are your overall points!”

(Same for Gopal, Ying and Yaya)

Player           Percentage         Grade 

Petir 76% C

Angin 66% D

Tanah  63% D

Api 68% D+

Air 86% B

Daun 66% D

Cahaya 96% A

Gopal 40% E

Ying 53% E

Yaya 53% E

(I followed American grading system that’s why Yaya, Ying and Gopal’s grades are different)

“WHAT WE GOT ONLY 53 POINTS?!?”

“I GOT 96!! AWESOME”

“WE GOR MORE THAN YAYA AND YING!!!”

“JUST 63 POINTS?!”

“Your marks are higher than us!”

“Sorry I didn’t do on purpose” apologised Daun

“Heh! We finally beat you” 

“Yeahhh! Our marks are better than- owww”

“Owww Tanahhhhh”

Tanah pulls Angin and API’s ears, “I never taught you guys to be rude”

“I…got….an E?”

“YAY! I PASSED!!”

‘But isn’t passing marks 80 above?’ Thought Cahaya while sweat dropping at Gopal

“PASSED?!!”

“SINCE WHEN?!”

“Isn’t 40 and above considered pass?” Asked Angin

“THE PASSING MARK IS ABOVE 80%”

“WHAT?!?” shouted the whole group who were shocked (except Air and Cahaya)

“Heh! You guys thought you passed” said Fang with a smirk on whom Cahaya rolls his eyes

“Wait! So you mean all of us failed?” asked Petir

“But didn’t Cahaya and Air got above 80? So they passed” said Daun innocently 

“Yeah well except them!! What will happen to us?!?” said Angin slightly scared

“What a disappointment!”

“ALL OF YOU ARE….”

“…Passed”

“What?!?”

“This is getting confusing” said Api holding his head

“This isn’t a joke right?” Said Gopal while rubbing his both eyes in confusion 

“It’s true! Congratulations to all of you” said Admiral

All were confused while looking at Admiral’s sudden change in behaviour while Air points at the clock 

“Oh! It’s after 7 already!” mumbles Gopal to Api

“Pheww…Lucky us” said Api sighing in relief

“I thought for a moment we wouldn’t make it through the Tapops Toughness Test” exclaimed Tanah sighing in relief too, getting nods from others except Cahaya

Before Cahaya could speak or bring him back to the reality the Admiral asked, “What’s the thing about Tapops Toughness Test?”

“You said we all passed right?” said Gopal

“Exactly that means we have cleared this toughness test!” said Petir continuing Gopal’s statement 

“Huh? Oh no I think you misunderstood! These tests right now weren’t the part of Tapops Toughness Test” said Admiral calmly 

“What?” shouted everyone except Cahaya

“Those tests were just to qualify you for toughness test!” 

“That means we haven’t taken the Toughness Test yet?” asked Air now with a hint of horror in his voice 

“That’s right. The toughness test will begin Tomorrow morning!” said Commander 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” everyone except Cahaya who happened to close his ears shouted in horror

I will try to write episode 11 too!! I always wanted to imagine these two episodes as septuplets au! I never thought about solfang before but this became my one of the favourite friendship after reading Captain Sunshine and reading different stories here!! I never thought of them romantically (though I still enjoy reading their stories here especially I loved the pick-up lines one) but yes I m big supporter of their platonic relationship

This is AMAZING

This is a great adaption of that episode into a septuplet version, and i think its smart to have the ori trio be the ones who mess up the gorilla test

And poor api and daun with the written test, they got low scores, feeling Yaya and ying very infuriated for the brothers who got higher than them

I would love to see how you plan to adapt episode 11 into this au version of yours

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Will Lead You Back To Texas | Jake Seresin x Reader x Tim Riggins

word count: 6053

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI 18+, Fluff

notes: Hey y’all! Here is part 2 of What Happens In Texas (Jake’s Version). I hope y’all enjoy and I’m sorry that once again I’ve out our girl through a love triangle 🥹. Please don’t forget to like and reblog! 🫶🏼

Part 2

The morning came too soon and when you woke Tim was no longer beside you. In the bathroom you fixed your hair as best as you could and brushed your teeth with the toothbrush Tim set out for you on the counter. He had also left you a shirt and sweatpants and a note that said he went out to the stables to feed the horses and would be back soon.

You smiled at the note and took a much needed shower. Reflecting on the events of the night before. After all, coming to Texas hadn’t been a terrible idea but you were dreading going back to Jake’s mom’s later in the day.

Getting dressed, you reminded yourself of the various girls Jake took home after your breakup. What you did was not wrong and you shouldn’t have felt so guilty but the look on Jake’s face when you opened the door yesterday kept haunting you.

Shaking your head you gathered your things and headed downstairs. Tim was in the kitchen making breakfast and you smiled at the gesture. “Mornin’ sleepin’ beauty, I hope you like scrambled eggs, because that’s about the only way I can make an egg.” He said smiling as you sat on one of the stools of the breakfast bar.

“That’s perfect. Thanks for everything by the way. I really appreciate it.” You said as he placed a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of you and gave you a quick peck. Your stomach growled at the sight of the food and both of you laughed.

Both of you dug into the food and made small talk about life. You tried to do the dishes after both of you were done but Tim refused. The time to leave had finally come since it was already noon so you followed Tim out to the truck.

“I suppose you’re staying at Mrs.Nancy’s right? Matt’s aunt and Jake’s mama’s house.” He asked as he started to back out the driveway.

“Sure am, do you need the address?” You asked, as he turned left at the stop sign. “Nah, Mrs. Nancy used to keep me and my brother when we were little.” He replied, making a right turn this time.

You recognized the dirt road and realized that Tim’s house wasn’t too far from Jake’s. “How long are you staying in TX y/n?” he asked, turning into the long driveway that led to Jake’s. He grabbed your hand again after he turned.

“Um, until Monday. My flight doesn’t leave til 5PM though.” You replied, the house was starting to come to view and Tim started to slow down. “Here, take down my number and shoot me a text so I can have yours before you leave. Maybe we can have lunch on Monday.” He said, as you added his contact to your phone and texted him.

“Sounds like a plan, thanks again for everything.” You said, unbuckling your seat belt. “It was my pleasure,” replied Tim, who was already out of the truck by the time you were done grabbing your stuff and was holding the door open for you.

“Thanks and I hope to see you again soon.” You said stepping out. “You will darlin’” He replied and gave you a kiss, this one was longer than this morning’s but it was cut short by someone clearing their throat.

Pulling away you saw Jake standing on the porch watching y’all. You smiled at Tim and then turned to walk towards the house. Tim honked as he started to pull out the driveway and you waved him goodbye from the front porch steps.

You noticed Jake eyeing your shirt as you turned to him. You’d forgotten that you were wearing Tim’s shirt. Feeling your cheeks heat up you turned around and walked inside. Breathing in relief when you saw Nat seating on the couch.

—

“Tell me everything!” Exclaimed Nat after you shut the door to the bedroom. You laughed and sat across from

her on the bed. “Wait, that’s not your shirt either, Y/N!” She continued, shoving you playfully.

It was a relief that there was no tension with her. “So, you already know me and Tim met and hit it off at the airport but we didn’t exchange numbers.”

“Uh,huh” Nat cut in, trying to get you to get to the important parts. “I saw him at the game working the concessions and he invited everyone to the party.” She nodded and widened her eyes, urging you to get to the point. You were enjoying taunting her a bit.

“He gave me a house tour at the party and we ended up making out on the couch. It was cut short unfortunately by Jake breaking a beer bottle in the kitchen but that actually led us to go upstairs for more privacy and”

“Ooh it’s getting spicy,” Nat cut in, giggling. “Shut up!” you exclaimed in embarrassment. “Okay, okay continue,” she said.

“Well one thing led to another and we hooked up.” You finished, putting your hands on your face because you could feel the blush on your cheeks.

“And I’m assuming that Jake went looking for you not long after?” she asked, toying with the blanket.

“Yeah, Jake woke us up banging on the door. I was wearing Tim’s shirt and Tim woke up and walked up in his underwear behind me so Jake could put two and two together after that.” You said, as you put your dirty clothes in the laundry bag in your suitcase.

“Wow, and you came home with Tim this morning. Now that’s awkward,” Nat concluded. “Yeah, he saw us kissing again earlier too when Tim dropped me off.” You admitted, her eyes widening at your confession.

“Y/N, y/n, y/n, what has Texas done to you?” she muttered, getting up and helping you pick out clothes for the day. “Serves Jake right. He’s made out with half the girls at the Hard Deck since you broke up and who knows how many he took home.” She finished, handing you your socks.

You nodded, but couldn’t help the pang you felt in your stomach when you recalled Jake making out with another girl not even 24 hours after breaking things off with you. Working as a contractor on base at least helped you out since you just switched with another mechanic and now you didn’t have to work on Jake’s jet anymore.

Rooster, Bob, and Jake were buying food for the party. So you were sent off with Jake’s sister Anna to buy party decorations while Nancy and Nat stayed back and made the cake for tomorrow.

—

“So, you and Tim huh?” asked Anna as she pulled out of the driveway.

“Something like that. News sure do travel fast around here.” You replied, clicking in your seatbelt.

“Well my brother has a big mouth when he’s angry, honey. But don’t pay him no mind, he’s harmless.” She said, as she drove through town.

“Yep,” you said, pulling out your phone that was going off. A text from Jake illuminated the screen. “We need to talk” it read. You sighed and put your phone back in your purse not replying.

The store was small and homely. Anna and the clerk were apparently old friends and she had everything ready and set aside for her. Anna went to grab some fireworks and you took the opportunity to pay, figuring it was the least you could do after everything.

“You’re all set, Anna. I’ll get Mike to carry it on out.” Said the cashier as she went into the back presumably looking for Mike.

“Wait, I haven’t paid!” Anna exclaimed, but the cashier was already gone. “It’s okay, I took care of it.” You told her, giving her a small smile.

“Y/N! No! You’re our guest. Here let me pay you back.” Anna replied, digging through her purse. “No need. I wanted to. Consider it a thank you for letting me stay at y’all’s place and an apology for the drama.” You told her, not taking the money she was trying to give you.

“Alright. But don’t you do this again. My mom would kill me if she finds out.” “Yes ma’am. It’ll be our secret.” You replied, interlacing your pinky with hers and laughing along.

Once Mike had set everything in the back of the truck, you and Anna headed back to the house. You were lost in thought when Anna cut in.

“You know, my brother may be a fucking idiot, but I do know that he loves you.” She said, stopping to let another car go at the stop sign.

“I don’t know about that, Anna.” You muttered, twiddling with your hands nervously. This was not a conversation you wanted to have.

“Y/N, you’re the first girl he’s ever brought home. He had told our mom over the phone he wanted to make things right with you. Maybe y’all need to have a conversation.” Anna finished, then got out the truck and headed towards the house.

You closed your eyes and held back the tears that had started to form. Jake always was so complicated. Taking a deep breath you stepped out the truck and followed Anna inside.

The boys were in the kitchen and she went to get them to help bring the stuff inside. Jake was the last one out. His eyes on yours as soon as he stepped foot into the hall.

“You get my text?” he asked, putting on his boots. “Yeah, we’ll talk tonight.” You replied. “Alright,” he nodded and headed out the door. You headed into the kitchen and put on your best fake smile while checking on what Nancy and Nat might need help with.

—

After dinner, everyone headed out to the back porch and you stayed back with Nancy to help wash and put up dishes. “Darlin’ go on outside. I got this.” She urged.

“It’s okay Nancy, I don’t mind. Plus they did leave a pretty big mess.” You replied, wiping down the table. She begrudgingly agreed to let you help and after you wiped the table and counters down, you helped dry the dishes as she washed them.

“Tell me darlin, have you spoken with Jake since you got in?” she asked, handing you another plate.

“No ma’am, but we did mention earlier that we’ll speak tonight.” You replied, turning to put the plate inside the cabinet.

“Good, hear him out please. He can be difficult sometimes but he means well.” She said, handing you the last plate. You nodded in response and once you dried the plate, you turned and placed it on the cabinet with the rest.

Nancy excused herself to her room and left you in the kitchen. You washed your hands and then as you were drying them, you noticed Jake had been watching you through the window. He got up and walked inside as you made eye contact.

“Ready?” he asked, walking into the kitchen. “Yep” you replied, following him through the house and out the front door.

He headed towards his truck and you followed, getting in when he held open the door for you. He started the truck and backed out the driveway, heading down the dirt road and stopping by a side gate.

He quickly jumped out and opened the gate then got back in the truck and drove through. After a couple of minutes he came to a stop in front of a pond. Turning the truck so the back faced the pond and you could both sit on the tailgate.

—

You both sat on the tailgate. Admiring the beautiful sunset. There was a peaceful quiet but it was soon interrupted by Jake.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted last night. You had all the right to do what you did with Tim.” He said, still looking straight ahead.

“Um, thanks.” You replied, not knowing what else to say. He turned to look at you and he had the same look he did a year ago when he broke things off with you.

“I know it’s probably too late, but I brought you out here to try and get you back. I admit I was stupid to break things off but I was scared that I wouldn’t come home from one of the missions and I didn’t want to put you through that. And I know I should’ve just talked to you then but I can’t change what I did. I’m sorry y/n.” He finished, this time looking at you.

Your mind was racing. He had said everything you wanted to hear the past few months. But you couldn’t shake off the fact that he had hooked up with someone else not even 24 hours after he dumped you and how he acted like nothing had ever happened between you two the past few months.

“Look Jake, I appreciate the apology but that doesn’t take away your actions after you broke up with me. I-”

“I know, but please Y/N, just give me another chance. I promise I’ll do right by you this time. I swear.” He cut you off and begged, his eyes searching for yours desperately but you continued to look away.

“I don’t know Jake. I need some time to think.” You answered truthfully. On the one hand you knew he was being sincere but you also thought he was sincere the last time around.

“Okay, I understand and hey, if you want to pursue something with Tim while you’re still here, I understand that too.” He finished off, getting off the tailgate and getting inside the truck.

You wiped away a couple of tears that had escaped and then got into the truck too. The ride back was silent but thankfully quick. All you wanted to do right now was go back home to California.

When Jake pulled in, you got out and headed upstairs. Deciding a shower would help you think. You sat on the floor of the shower as the water enveloped you and cried. The past few days had been too much on you. Truthfully the past few months. Shortly after that you fell into a much needed sleep.

—

By noon the next day, the house was fully ready for the party. All the decorations were put up and all the food was set out on the tables. Cars were beginning to pull up as you set down the deviled eggs.

Nat and you headed upstairs quickly and changed into your bathing suits and then joined everyone. The boys were already in the pool playing volleyball. You shrieked as Jake splashed you when you walked by.

The evening went by quickly as you played cornhole with Nat, Anna, and Bob. Both you and Anna beating them. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and Rooster stood in for you.As you came out of the bathroom, you bumped into Tim. “Hey! What’re you doing here?” you asked surprised.

“Mrs. Nancy always invites everyone in town.” He replied, following you into the kitchen where you handed him a beer from the cooler. “Oh, that’s nice of her. You getting in the pool?” you asked, pointing outside at the pool where the squad was playing chicken fight.

“Only if you are,” he replied, winking at you. You smiled and took his hand and lead him out to the pool. Letting go of it once you crossed the door. Both you and Tim got in and he was quick to splash you. You giggled, splashing him back.

“Y’all gonna play or flirt all day?” asked Jake sarcastically from the other side of the pool. Rolling your eyes you followed Tim to where the boys and Nat were. “Me and Nat versus you and Tim” said Jake, and hoisting Nat into his shoulders before anyone could reply.

You got on Tim’s shoulders and Bob sounded the whistle. Nat was strong but Tim’s hold on you was better. Quickly you were able to push her off Jake’s shoulders. You got off Tim’s shoulders and high-fived him. Jake just shook his head and walked off to the other side to make conversation with a blonde who’d just gotten into the pool. “Sore loser” you mumbled under your breath.

“Let’s go grab another drink,” Tim said, leading you out the pool and through the crowd to a picnic table. He passed you a beer and a towel and then settled beside you on the bench. His arm slipping around your shoulders.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s going on between you and Jake or do I just have to wait til he punches me?” Tim asked, giving you a half-smile.

You looked at Tim and then at Jake who was still in the pool with the blonde who had joined him and was practically glued to his side. “We dated for a while and then he broke things off about a year ago. Nothing else really to tell.” You replied, looking back at him.

“Well he sure doesn’t act like it’s nothing.” Tim retorted, passing you a strawberry. “Yeah, I know. He claims he wants me back and that he shouldn’t have broken up with me but his actions the past year say otherwise. Um, but I don’t really want to keep talking about this though.” You said, turning your head to look for Nat and spotting Jake making out with the blonde instead.

You felt like you were going to be sick. Quickly excusing yourself and practically sprinting to the bathroom and throwing up. As you rinsed your mouth, you decided against giving Jake another chance. Tim was outside in the hallway waiting for you.

“Hey, you alright?” he asked, following you up the stairs. “Yeah, just something I ate probably. I’m just going to brush my teeth really quick.” You said, leaving him in the hall as you went into the room and grabbed your toiletries bag. Tim sat on the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear that had escaped your ponytail.

After you finished, you placed everything back into the toiletries bag and then went to open the door but Tim stopped you. “I haven’t gotten to do this today,” he said, turning you around and pulling you in for a kiss while pressing up against the door. Your hand tangled up in his hair as he pulled you closer by your waist. His hands cupped your ass and then moved to the back of your legs to pick you up.

But before he could, you pulled away. After last night’s conversation, even though Jake was making out with another girl, you couldn’t.

“I can’t. I’m sorry Tim.” You whispered, backing away from him. “It’s okay, darlin’. The heart wants what it wants after all.” He replied, giving you a half smile.

“Thank you, Tim and I’m really sorry, this isn’t fair to you.” You told him, feeling guilty for having led him on. “Don’t sweat it. It happens. Friends?” He said, extending his hand to you. “Friends.” You agreed, shaking his hand.

“I’ll be out in a sec, I’ve just got to take care of this,” he told you, pointing at his boner. “Uh, yeah, sorry!” You replied, turning around and leaving the bathroom. Unfortunately you didn’t get too far as you bumped into someone.

“Watch where you’re going!” shrieked the blonde who’d you seen with Jake earlier. “Um, sorry.” You told her, shaking your head and heading for the stairs. You rolled your eyes as you caught a glimpse of her trying to force the bathroom door open. Once outside you decided to head for the gazebo where everyone from the squad was sitting except Jake.

“Where you been?” asked Bob, as you sat down next to him. “Something didn’t agree with my stomach.” You told him, turning to look at the fireworks that were starting to go off. “Was that something a blonde who had their tongue down Hangman’s throat?” asked Rooster, Nat slapped his arm as he raised his hands in defense and laughed.

You rolled your eyes at him and turned back to the firework show. Tim joined y’all soon after. Sitting beside you. “I think I’m gonna head out.” He whispered to you. You nodded and got up to walk him out. Telling everyone you’d be right back.

—

He gave you a hug on the front porch and wished you luck with Jake. You waved him off and then watched as the taillights of his truck disappeared in the distance. Walking back inside you bumped into a not very happy looking Jake in the living room. “You want to tell me why you’re fucking Tim in the bathroom of my mother’s house?” He asked, getting in your face.

“Woah, woah, woah, first of all back the fuck up from me.” You said, as he backed away a step. “Tim and I didn’t do anything in the bathroom. He was checking up on me since I threw up.” You told him, crossing your arms.

“If you’re gonna see him again, make sure it’s away from my house and you can forget what I said last night.” He said, turning to walk away.

“Oh I will Jacob. So much for you being sorry while shoving your tongue down another chick’s throat.” You yelled after him. He stopped in front of the door leading to the patio and turned around, walking back towards you.

“I was sorry!” He yelled, “until I saw you flirting it up with Tim in my own house.” Jake’s face was flushed, as he stood in front of you glaring at you.

“Jake, I cut off everything with him less than an hour ago even though you’ve been making out with Barbie half the evening. Isn’t that what you wanted?” you replied exasperated, running your hands. through your hair.

“The only reason I kissed her was because you were all up on Tim in the pool. You might’ve cut things off with him now but that doesn’t change the fact that you were flirting with him in the pool.” He retorted.

“God Jake, you’re impossible. When he tried to kiss me, I broke things off. What else do you want from me?” you asked. He ran his hands through his hair, and looked away from you.

“I don’t know what it is you want from me Jake. But I know that I don't want to be with someone who can’t communicate and who goes back and forth on their word.” You told him, turning around you mumbled “You can forget about me giving you any more chances,” and then walked outside.

You tried to act happy amongst the squad and played cornhole and drank for the rest of the night while staying away from Jake. During the final firework show, you started to clean up and pick up trash. Bob and Nat began to clean the pool and put away the inflatables since everyone was out of it by now. By the time the last car pulled out the driveway, everything outside was cleaned up. All that was left was dishes which Nancy refused to let any of you do.

So you headed upstairs and planned to go to bed, until Jake cornered you in the hallway. “What now?” you asked him annoyed, you were ready for bed after what felt like a never ending day.

“You walked away before we could finish talking.” He replied, he was towering over you now and his hands were on the wall beside your head. He had you trapped.

“Can we do this another time? I’m exhausted.” You told him, trying to push him away from you but he didn’t budge. “No, we’re gonna do this now.”

“Whatever, suit yourself.” you replied, looking down at your feet rather than at him and crossing your arms to try and put some distance between you two.

“Look at me,” he commanded. You did as he asked. “Tell me right now to my face that you won’t give me another chance and I’ll drop this and leave you alone.” He said, looking into your eyes. The sound of Nat and Rooster talking downstairs snapped you both out of your trance.

Jake took his hands off the wall and pulled open the bathroom door beside you then walked inside but not before pulling you in and pinning you against the door. “Tell me y/n and I'll stop. But don’t you mumble it.” He whispered, in your ear. A shiver went through you as he breathed on your neck.

“I-I can’t.” You managed to say as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss. It took you a second but you couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. He moved you away from the door as you continued to kiss passionately and hoisted you onto the bathroom counter. “One sec,” he whispered, pulling away to lock the bathroom door.

His lips quickly back on yours after he locked it. He moved on from your lips down to your neck while you tugged on his hair. His fingers toyed with the string of your bikini for a moment then and undid it.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth as you slipped your hand into his trunks and grabbed onto his hard cock. He grunted as you slowly stroked it. Pulling away from your nipple, he came back up to your lips and pulled you into another heated kiss. Your tongues fighting for dominance.

Your hand left his trunks and tangled back up into his hair as he pulled off your bikini bottoms and started kissing your neck again. You moaned as he sucked on your neck, surely leaving a mark. He pulled down his swimming trunks and rubbed his tip against your entrance, eliciting another moan from you which was quickly muffled by him putting his hand over your mouth.

He slowly sank into you fully and you continued to moan into his hand. He started to thrust into you faster, holding onto you with his free hand. Finally he took his hand off your mouth as he whispered roughly “You’re mine,” into your ear. You moaned in response as he thrusted harder.

“Say it,” he asked, continuing to thrust harder into you. “I-I’m y-our-s” you managed to choke out in. “I’m the only one who can fuck you in this bathroom. Understand? ” He said, his hand around your neck, lightly choking you.

“Mh-m,” you moaned in response. Feeling close to your orgasm. “Are you close?” whispered in your ear and you nodded repeatedly, desperate to reach your high. But as you almost reached it, Jake slowed down his pace.

“I never said you could come. Beg me to let you.” He told you, looking into your eyes as he continued thrusting into you slowly. “Beg,” he commanded, as he slowly started to rub on your clit too.

“Please Jake,” you begged, desperately chasing your release. “Again,” he said, while kissing your neck. “Ple-as-e J-ake” you choked out in between moans as he finally started to increase his pace.

Your nails dug Jake’s back as you reached your high. His thrusts became harder and faster as you came. “Where?” He asked as he started to reach his high too. ���Inside,” you whispered against his neck as he came.

You were for once glad that you’d continued to take your birth control after the break up. He pulled you in for another kiss as you both started to come down from your high. He pulled out of you slowly, his cum dripping out of you as he did. He pulled you down from the counter and led you into the shower. The warm water felt great against your skin.

He kissed your shoulder as he lathered your back. You leaned back into him at the action. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered against your ear. You smiled at his words turning around to kiss him. “I love you too, Jake,” you whispered against his lips.

“Can we start over? Forget everything before this moment?” He asked, holding you against him as the water soaked you both. “Yes.” You replied, smiling against his chest. “But can we not forget what just happened a few minutes ago?” you asked, smiling cheekily.

Jake laughed at your question and gave you another kiss. After drying off and cleaning the mess on the counter, Jake opened the door and stuck his head out into the hallway then motioned for you to follow him as the coast was clear. Quickly you both ran into his room giggling as only you had a towel on.

He passed you one of his old shirts and then put on some boxers. You looked around his bedroom and took notice of all the football memorabilia, school awards, and pictures.A picture on top of his dresser caught your eye, it was of you both from when you went on a beach trip before Jake got deployed. You smiled as you picked it up to look at it more closely.

In it you were laughing as Jake looked at you smiling. “Come to bed, y/n.” Jake said. You set the picture back down and got into the bed with him. “What if you change your flight? Leave Tuesday with me instead of tomorrow?” Jake asked you as you cuddled up to him.

“Um, I don’t know if I can. Let me check.” You replied, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and checking on the airline website. Luckily for you since you were technically only moving your flight to the next day after it was originally scheduled, you were able to do so. Jake smiled as he watched you confirm the details of your new flight.

Jake kissed the top of your head and turned off the light on his nightstand. He held you close to his chest and soon after, you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

—

The next morning you woke up still in Jake’s arms. He snored lightly as you reached for your phone on the nightstand. Rooster had texted you asking if you needed a ride to the airport, you responded letting him know you changed your flight to tomorrow and thanking him for checking. You went to get up to use the bathroom but Jake pulled you back onto his chest.

“5 more minutes,” he mumbled sleepily. You chuckled, turning to shake him awake. “Whaaat?” he asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Time to wake up, sleepy head.” You replied, finally getting out of his grasp and opening the curtains. “Nooo!” Jake yelled, throwing the cover back over his head.

You rolled your eyes at the action, Jake had never been a morning person. “Come back to bed,” he asked as you headed out onto the hall and then into your room to grab clothes and your toiletry bag. As you left your room to go brush your teeth, Anna walked past you, giving you a thumbs up.

Blushing, you rushed into the bathroom. As you brushed your teeth, you realized that everyone probably heard you and Jake last night. You took a quick shower and by the time you were getting dressed, Jake knocked on the door.

You gave him a quick peck then went downstairs as he went into the bathroom. Nancy and Anna were sitting at the table drinking coffee. You poured yourself a cup and then joined them at the table.

“Good morning sunshine, you’re just glowing today,” said Nancy as you took a seat beside her. “Thanks, um so how’d everyone sleep?” you replied, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Great, although some noises coming from the bathroom woke me up,” replied Anna, grinning.

“Oh hush, Anna,” Nancy said in response, waving Anna off. Your eyes were glued to your coffee as your cheeks burned bright red.

“If it ain’t my 3 favorite ladies.” Jake said, finally joining y’all at the table. You all smiled at him and response.

“You ready?” he turned to ask you. “Um, sure. Where we going?” you asked, taking his hand as you stood up and began following him out the door. “You’ll see honey. Bye ladies!” He yelled out at Anna and his mom, while shutting the front door. “Bye!” they shouted back in unison.

—

Jake drove slowly through town, pointing at various places and telling you about them. You grabbed a small lunch at a bbq place in town and Jake introduced you to the owner Ray, who’d known him since he was little.

After that, Jake and you met up with Matt and Julie to drop them off at the airport. Matt and Jake sat in the front while you and Julie sat in the back and made small talk. She told you about their daughter, Adrianne, and about their life in Chicago. In return you told her about how you were a contractor in the Navy and worked on jets.

Jake pulled into the airport as she asked if you and Jake planned to move to Texas when your contracts ended. You didn’t know how to answer her but thankfully Matt opened her door so they could leave so you didn’t have to.

You waved them goodbye and then you and Jake headed back to his mom’s. This time he took a different route than when he picked you up. The sun was starting to set when you finally made it back.

He drove past the house and finally stopped when it was out of view. He got out but not before telling you to stay put and to not look back. You tried to distract yourself by playing on your phone as he did whatever he was doing. A couple of minutes later he finally came around your door and lead you to the bed of the truck.

He had blankets and pillows in it and a basket of snacks. You turned smiling and hugged him. “Thank you, Jake” you told him when pulling away. “I promise I’m gonna prove to you that giving me a second chance was a good decision.” He said, as you both got in the bed and cuddled up to watch the sunset.

This weekend didn’t go at all how you expected but oh were you so glad you’d gone to Texas after all. That night as Jake slept, you facetimed Nat and told her about you and Jake making up.

Rooster cheered in the background making you laugh. Jake tossed a little and you covered your mouth to stifle your laughs.

—

The next day, you and Jake were able to get your seats next to each other on the plane. As you settled into your seat, Jake passed you a headphone to share. Smiling you took it and tried to watch the movie but instead of paying attention you ended up reminiscing about the weekend you just had.

After getting to your place, Jake asked if you wanted him to stay the night to which you happily answered that of course you did. He helped you make dinner and before the night was over you were both back in your old routine like nothing had changed.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” Jake said, as you laid on his chest watching a movie. “Sure,” you replied, as you paused the movie and sat up to look at him.

“My contract ends in February and yours in March. What do you think about moving out to Dillon?” He asked, while you laid on his chest in your bed. “I understand if you don’t want to or its too soon, I just figured I’d ask now since we’d have to get a house and all.” He finished, looking at you waiting for an answer.

Before this weekend, you definitely wouldn’t have known what to answer. But you were certain now more than ever of what you wanted.

“I’d love to move to Dillon with you,” you replied, his face breaking into a smile and then he pulled you for a kiss. You were so happy that what happened in Texas, will lead you back to Texas.

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CHANDLER LINWOOD || TASK 13 || SHORT & SWEET

What is your favorite book from childhood? I read quite a bit when I was a kid, but the only book series I read again and again was Harry Potter. I know that's such a basic answer, but whatever. I loved the idea of going to magic boarding school in England. I haven't really read them since everything started happening with JK though.

Do you own an item that comforts you when you’re sad? Alcohol. But I just got sober, so I can't do that anymore. I'm not sure. They're not items, but my pets I guess. I have a dog (Jenna) and a cat (Ryan Reynolds). Jenna especially; nothing against RR. But he's a lot more independent than she is. So even if I'm down, I still have to walk her and get out of the house a couple times a day and that helps a lot.

What makes you happy? I love to cook. Finding recipes, buying all the ingredients, and challenging myself in the kitchen. It takes up a lot of my free time, but I don't mind. I try to make something every night, although I usually have enough leftovers that I cook a little less than that. What are three things you like about yourself? I have a good sense of humor. I can't think of anything else though, how fucked up is that?

Which season is your favorite? Winter. Hands down. The snow, the cold weather, the holidays. My birthday's in winter too. I don't do well in the heat, and I don't like hanging out at the beach. That wasn't a problem growing up in the midwest but you Merrockites (Merrockians?) really like your fucking beach. Winter, nobody asks me to hang out there or go swimming or threaten to make me try surfing.

Do you believe in the supernatural? Sure? I do think there's shit going on that humans are oblivious too whether it's ghosts or cryptids or whatever. But I haven't really thought about this topic much, no strong feelings either way

Name a song that has a deeper meaning to you I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I only expect, like, two people to actually get this far. Bosco by Placebo. It's got a weird name, but it's a really bittersweet song and it helped me a lot through my last relationship and the breakup afterwards. What do you think about social media? I mean, I'm on everything. Kind of need to be for my photography business. And I do love a good meme. But I don't even wanna talk to people in person, let alone on my couch when I'm by myself.

What would be your dream job? I don't know. Still figuring that out. Name three things you don’t leave the house without Keys, phone and wallet are all a bit obvious, right? I usually have my airpods as well. Camera if I'm not just going to the cafe, or worried about it getting ruined. What is your favorite comfort food? We have this thing in Minnesota called hot dish. It's literally tater tots, cream of mushroom soup and ground beef. Objectively, it's repulsive. But I grew up eating it a lot and it's kinda nostalgic for me now. Are you an active person? / What do you do to stay active? Hah. Yeah, I'm super active. I walked all around the kanto region yesterday without leaving my bed! Name your three biggest inspirations (people-wise) No thanks. My late uncle, my childhood friend from Minnesota, and Beck. But don't tell Beck. He's already annoying enough without knowing that. What is currently your favorite airing show? I haven't been keeping up with TV much. I have a whole backlog of shows I need to watch....nothing I could tell you is still airing. If you had to go anywhere right now, where would you go? If I had to? My high school sorta-ex-boyfriend had a cabin up in Northern Minnesota we would go to a lot for privacy. It was so nice up there. I haven't visited since I was a kid

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Ghosts, except it’s a really chaotic houseshare

“Boiler-” Robin paused, obviously searching for the right word. “Boiler fractus! Boiler destructum!”

They looked at him blankly and Robin huffed in frustration, as he always did when reminded of his housemates complete lack of fluency in Latin.

“In English?”

Robin sat down heavily at the breakfast table and began to investigate the contents of the box of sugar puffs with one rust-stained hand.

“Is fucked.”

“It is fucked,” Thomas enunciated clearly. “The boiler is fucked. Remember your pronouns!”

Robin sacrificed a handful of sugar puffs to the lino in order to give a short, emphatic gesture and Thomas huffed.

“I’m trying to help!”

“It’s too early for grammar-” Allison tried, but they both ignored her and she subsided. Not only was it too early for grammar, she reflected, but it was also too early to act as self-appointed arbitrator of Thomas and Robin’s endless squabbling.

 Robin stared at him.

“Which other boiler you think I talk about?”

“That’s not the point-”

“Boiler in house,” Robin interrupted, speaking even more slowly than Thomas had. “Boiler in house, boiler below kitchen, boiler that heat water for yous every day- that boiler is fucked.”

Thomas subsided and Kitty patted his hand sympathetically.

“Are you sure it isn’t fixable?”

Robin shrugged.

“You not believe me, see for yourself. Veni, vici, dedi.”

“He’s right,” Kitty volunteered. “My shower was very cold this morning…Although my sister used to tell me that cold showers were much better for your health so really, it’s a good thing!”

They all waited for Kitty to elaborate- Eleanor’s ‘facts’ could be quite amusing in their demonstrable falseness, if you made yourself ignore the awfulness of it all- but Kitty was choosing a piece of toast.

“Well, that’s…..kind of true, actually,” Allison admitted. “I mean, not about the boiler but the water thing.”

Kitty beamed at her.

“I know! She was so kind, she never even minded me using up all the cold water every morning! Of course, it meant she had to have a hot shower because that was all that was left but-”

“Ah, there it is.”

An awkward silence followed, the kind that always seemed to follow the reveal of yet another one of Eleanor’s acts of kindness, but Kitty, ever oblivious, just beamed at the butter dish.

“Butter! How lovely!”

“We’re out of honey,” Allison put in. “But Mike’s going to the big Tescos later. The Exercise For The Elderly group finished all the shortbread last night and he said there was nearly a riot when the flower arranging class started so he’s going to stock up.”

“We had a full jar yesterday,” Pat observed, joining them. “Anyone seen my woggle?”

Robin sniggered through a mouthful of Cookie Crisp while the others shook their heads.

“Carol used to keep a spare one in her handbag. I wonder if she’d mind if I-”

“No, Pat. She really will call the police, you know she will.”

Pat subsided and turned, slightly flushed, to the more pressing matter at hand.

“What’s happened to the honey?”

“Julian had….one of his friends over last night,” added Thomas, making a face. “Honestly-”

“I don’t know ‘about you, but I never know to do that with friend.” Robin’s bushy eyebrows wiggled delightedly under his mane of hair and Thomas tutted.

“How he expects the creative juices to flow when making noise like that-”

“Hey, you having trouble with juices, I give you some tips sometime!” Robin nudged Thomas hard enough to almost send him face-first into his bowl of coco pops and Allison snorted at Thomas’s expression of outrage.

“Sir-!”

“Well I love butter!” Kitty beamed round at them all, as if expecting them to share in her delight at the prospect of plain toast for breakfast. “One can never really appreciate properly but now-”

“Now Julian’s raided the food cupboard for one of his weird sexual escapades…”

“Sexcapades,” contributed Mary vaguely, drifting into the kitchen, hair and skirts trailing. Looking up, she suddenly seemed to realise that the eyes of everyone were upon her, attempted a nervous smile, then ducked her head and retreated, snatching up a piece  of unbuttered toast on her way.

“Stay and have breakfast with us, Mary!” 

But the closing of Mary’s ground floor bedroom door was, as ever, the only response to Allsion’s entreaty.

“Give her a bit more time, she’ll get there.” The disembodied voice came from nowhere and everyone jumped.

“Humphrey!”

Kitty ducked under the table and emerged, a slightly dusty phone in hand.

“About time too, I’ve been down there for ages!”

“You know, you could just hang up,” Pat pointed out.

Humphrey huffed.

“Maybe you lot should stop leaving me all over the place! I don’t think it’s too much to ask to be put on the table now and then, do you? It gets very boring looking at shoes all day! Not as boring as being here, granted, but still-”

Pat clicked his tongue sympathetically

“Sophia’s still not warmed up to you yet, then?”

“We’re getting there. She- well, she actually replied when I said good morning yesterday!”

“Oh, that’s good!”

“Well. I say replied. She looked at me.” He paused. “Of course, I was standing in front of the toaster at the time so-”

“Like old saying go, you choose friends, you no choose research partner,” Robin put in sagely.

Humphrey nodded.

“Too right! Anyway-” He looked jovially around the table from the tiny screen that Kitty was now holding tenderly in her cupped hands. “What’s new? Mike got new shoes, I see!”

“Hm?”

“Pat left me on the welcome mat when he was bringing in the milk bottles. Wingtips!” Humphrey craned his neck, attempting to see Allison from her place beside Kitty. “You tell him not to skimp on the shoe polish this time! I remember what happened with Julian’s Hush Puppies-”

Kitty gave a delighted gasp and then wilted when Robin quietly disabused her of her mental image. Robin patted her sympathetically and offered her a handful of Cookie Crisp which Kitty accepted politely.

“You need to try finding some common ground,” Allison began.

“Pshaw! You need a grand gesture- something romantic! Like I sent Abigail.” Thomas’s eyes went misty. “Our eyes met across the dancefloor… I began composing the poem right there, on the beer mat!” He struck a pose, oblivious of his shirt cuffs trailing through what little remained of the butter. “Dear lady! So young and fair! With silken hair! Oh, have a care-!”

“That Claire.”

“Hm?” Thomas frowned at the interruption.

“That Claire. Abigail poem, you write about eyes.”

“Sir!” Thomas bristled. “How dare you suggest I could mix up my paramour with another? Why, if it wasn’t for the presence of the ladies, I’d-”

“You rhyme Claire with hair.”

“Oh.” Thomas sat back, punctured. “Oh yes, that’s true actually.” He cleared his throat and took up his pose again. “Dear Abigail! So young and pale, my heart shall not fail-!”

“I’m not trying to romance her!” Humphrey interrupted. “I just want to be able to talk to someone in the same room rather than over a screen! That isn’t too much to ask, is it?”

“Couldn’t you just make other friends in the meantime?”

“With who? The penguins?” Humphrey snorted, while Kitty gave an even more rapturous gasp and dropped the phone onto her plate in order to clap her hands in excitement.

 “It’d be nice to use words,” he went on, politely ignoring the fact that he was now face down on a half-eaten piece of toast.  “Besides, the penguins and I are together all day while I’m working! Don’t want to spend my free time with them too, we’d get bored of one another-”

“Should have let me teach you chess,” Robin muttered. “Told you so. Told you before you went- you regret it when you off in the ice!”

“But even if he’d let you teach him, it wouldn’t have helped,” Allison pointed out.

“Uh?”

“Well, chess is a two-player game, Robin, mate,” Pat put in helpfully.

Robin took another mouthful of Cookie Crisp and Humphrey sighed as Thomas attempted to wipe him clean of crumbs

“Have to think of something else then…”

They all nodded in unison. They’d just have to put their heads together…

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Its Time For a Trim

"TIFFANY GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! BACK YOUR ASS UP RIGHT NOW"

"OH COME ON! QUIT BEING SO DRAMATIC! YOU NEED A HAIRCUT!"

"NO, I DON'T. MY HAIR IS PERFECTLY FINE! I THOUGHT YOU LIKED MY FUCKING HAIR!"

"Chucky. Sweetface. I love your hair but Darling it's time for a trim. Just yesterday you were complaining about it!"

"Don't use that against me! I was frustrated"

"Oh come on! It'll only be a little trim! I promise!" She said stroking his face and playing with his red locks.

Chucky crossed his arms knowing he was gonna lose this fight. He wasn't going to back down tho.

"It's the big bad killer doll scared of getting his hair cut? HMM?" She teased playfully.

His face flushed red.

"NO! ARggh..............Just a trim?"

"Just a trim. I promise."

He inhaled then exhaled. "Fine"

Tiffany internally celebrated knowing if she rubbed her victory in his face he would retaliate and make this whole process even harder. She sat him down in a chair facing a mirror. She was trying to think of something distracting for Chucky since he was tense.

" Hey, Chucky."

"Yeah?"

She began snipping now having caught his attention.

"If you're good. I'll make you some Swedish Meatballs. How does that sound?

He chuckled at her. Unaware of his hair being cut off.

"Haha. Very Funny Tiff. But yes I would like some."

She smiled knowing his was relaxed and calm for the time being.

"How about this. Every time you whine or complain when I start cutting that's how many dishes you wash."

"WHA-"

"A-A-AH! Is that a whine I hear Charles Lee Ray?"

Chucky rolled his eyes.

Tiffany was finishing up quietly snipping his hair making it even. Not too long not too short.

Chucky looked deeper into the mirror noticing that Tiffany had already started cutting his hair.

"YOU STARTED ALREADY!" He screamed panicked and tensed up once again.

"Chucky. Chucky. It's ok. Relax I'm almost done!"

"ALMOST! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CUTTING MY DAMN HAIR!"

"The whole time we were talking."

His fingers clenched around the seat. Tiffany was the only person he allowed to cut his hair. Even though he hated it. There would be no way in hell he would allow a stranger armed with scissors to even get remotely close to his head. In his head, they could easily slit his throat if they wanted to. He hated being touched or even engaging in physical contact (unless fighting of course) with another person. The only people he ALLOWED were Tiffany, his kids, and some of his really close friends and he didn't have much of those.

"See? All done. Ya like it?"

(To get an image it looks like his Seed/Bride cut mixed with Curse's hair do.)

He took a moment to inspect his fresh cut. It looked clean and sharp. His red hair was smooth and silky, with a nice texture Tiffany loves.

"Yeah looks good. Thanks, Tiff."

"Yeah. No problem."

"And Tiff."

"Yeah?"

"I want my Swedish Meatballs now."

"Oh My God. Haha. Fine. I'll make them in a few."