#girls that bake cakes and call each other sweetheart

[c10v3r]

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[ddejavvu]

I saw a video on tiktok the other day of a man on his wedding day getting down to the level of his new stepdaughter and reading out vows to her about how he'll always love and care for her and I bawled my eyes out. Now all I can think about is Hotch and single!mom reader on their wedding day getting down and reading vows to each others children. I dont know if you write single! Parent reader, but if you do could you write something with this premise? Thank you lovely if you can

Your daughter is mildly confused when Aaron beckons her over during the ceremony, but at four years old, she's mostly obedient to her parents. Well- to Aaron. To you, she protests and screams and giggles maniacally, but you suppose you're the one that gave it to her, so you can't complain without sounding like a hypocrite.

You set a hand on Jack's shoulder, ushering the older boy into your own grip.

"You look so handsome," You gush, eyes teeming with tears that threaten to ruin your mascara, "Jack, I- I won't embarrass you by calling you a mushy nickname like CrackerJack, or JackAttack, or Jackers-"

"You're using them all right now-!" The teenager protests, but he doesn't shrug your hand off of his shoulder; his protests are for show.

"Sorry! Sorry," You sniffle, and you let the fifteen year old wipe a tear away from your eye before it ruins your makeup.

"Jack," You repeat, steeling yourself, "I- I just want you to know that I love you. It's not because I love your dad, it's not because we live together, it's not because you woke me up with breakfast in bed on my birthday. It's- it's because of you, sweetheart. I know you're getting older, and- and you might be going away to college soon," You poorly withhold a sob, thinking of an empty bed in the room down the hall, "-but I just- I need you to know that it's you that I love, just the same as I love June. Your mom was an amazing woman, and she made an amazing son, and I'm so honored that you've given me permission to be your stepmom. I love you- Jackers."

Perhaps its awkward for the teen to face such strong emotion head-on, but you won't tattle to his schoolfriends about the tears that well up in his eyes, or the red tint to his nose as he bites them back.

"Love you too," He supplies weakly, surging forwards to wrap his arms around your waist- but it's all you need. One of your photographers makes to readjust your veil where it's been momentarily crumpled beneath his arm, but damn the veil, your stepson is more important.

"They're gushy," Aaron accuses, holding little June in his arms and pointing at you, "Are we gonna be gushy, Junie B Jones?"

Her eyes are mystified as she stares at her mama and her brother, but she shakes her head dutifully at Aaron.

"Oh, go, you're sappier than I am," You tease Aaron, and it rouses a light chuckle from your guests.

"Loony-Junie," Aaron starts, and the girl in his grasp giggles at the name. Encouraged by her delight, he employs her favorite moniker; her most desired snack, "My little pickle. Thank you, for letting me marry your mama. And for giving her the ring, even if it fell in the eggs instead of the fully-baked cake."

The little girl roars with a squeal of laughter at the memory, and- now you know why the Lysol wipes were on the counter the night of Aaron's proposal.

"You were a super big helper to me and your brother," He continues, holding her close, "And I'm so happy I get to be your stepdad now. I know you're a big girl, and you can do pretty much everything by yourself now," He lets her pipe up, falling silent as her tiny voice rings out.

"-I can even put my own shoes on the right feet!"

Not every audience member manages to stifle their giggle, but the little girl doesn't look abashed for it. Aaron nods with a fond grin on his face, and Jack leans into your side where you've pinned him in a hug.

"She can not. I had to switch her mary janes before the ceremony."

"Stop," You pinch him in the side, snorting with laughter and concealing it in the warmth of his shoulder, "Do not make me turn into an evil stepmother, Jack. Let her have this." He concedes- oh, such a good brother.

"I know!" Aaron exclaims, one of his large palms spread wide across her belly as he holds her in his arms, "I'm super proud of you, baby. But. If you ever need help with your shoes, or with your hair, or with your friends, or with your teachers, or with your brother," He shoots a suspicious glance at Jack who sticks his tongue out at his father, "Or with anything at all, pickle, you come tell me. Okay? Even if it's a problem that I'm part of."

"Okay," She agrees easily, unaware of the dozens of painfully-swollen hearts watching the display, "Thanks, dada."

"Oh, pickle," He bites back a shallow, raw twinge to his voice as he hugs her and you hiss, 'Gushy.'

"I love you too," He promises June, "Forever, and always, and even longer after that."

"Infinity?" Her eyes shine; it's a concept her pre-k class came upon in a library comic book and she's fascinated with it.

"For infinity." Aaron confirms, and her teeth show in a grin as brilliantly white and gleaming as the beads sewn into your outfit.

Her response is two tiny, chubby arms slung around his neck, and a delicate face buried in his shoulder. Despite your no-photography request, you're fairly certain a camera shutter goes off that doesn't belong to the photographer you hired.

Garcia.

Oh, well.

"Alright you saps," You manage to blubber, your voice barely clear of the sobs creeping up your throat, "Let's get married before I cry and ruin my makeup. I paid so much for the stylist."

Jovial laughter rings through the tent you've set up, and Aaron sets June down, though she follows at his heels the same way Jack does at yours. They stand together, brother and sister, just as you do with Hotch, soon-to-be husband and wife.

"Don't cry." You command, "Or I'll cry."

"Don't cry," He repeats with a sheepish grin and a thick voice, blinking rapidly, as your babies join hands, "Or I'll cry."

"I'm crying," A faint voice from the audience rings out, but you can't manage to find any annoyance towards Garcia's repeated disruptions.

Aaron laughs, squeezing his eyes shut and letting a tear slip despite his best efforts. He presses his forehead to yours, and you do the same, feeling his breath fan over your face as he reels himself in.

"Come on, Hotchner," You urge, your voice wobbly, as your heart races in anticipation, the officiant stepping towards you, "Get it together, big guy. I'm not leaving this tent without your last name."

[darkbluekies]

Hedwig & Jerry asks #1

Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: yandere, Stockholm syndrome

How about hedwig and jerry (seperate)being smug covering readers eyes with their hands and saying guess who and reader says someone else's name what would be their reactions?

Hedwig: She gasps and stumbles backwards. How could you? Do you not like her enough to know her hands?

"Y-Y/N ... why- ... who else do this to you? Why couldn't you guess that it was me? Y-You're not seeing anyone else, do you?"

Jerry: You'll know that you fucked up once she grabs a fistful of your hair and forces your head back to look up at her. She gives you a toxic smile and uses her other hand to squeeze warningly at your throat.

"Wanna tell me who that is?"

Jerry and Hedwig ask. Darling loves them but is a travelling magician and master escape artist. Inspiration? Now You See Me 1 and 2. I loved the movies, and I wanted to see how annoyed Jerry and exasperated Hedwig would be if their Darling escapes all the time leaving their calling card to come find them.

They'll be used to it by the fourth time. Hedwig will grab the card and Jerry will run out to her car. She'll honk the horn to make Hedwig hurry up. Once they find you sitting on a park bench with a smile on your face, Jerry will scoff and Hedwig will break out into a relieved smile.

"Thank god, you're okay!" Hedwig smiles and hugs you. "You have to stop doing that, you're scaring us!"

"Babe, if you continue with this I'll put guards in your room", Jerry says with her arms crossed. "Have fun trying to escape them like you escape the ropes. Me and princess peach here find no enjoyment in this."

How would jerry and Hedwig react to meeting the readers father only to see that he's a 6 foot 11 giant and built like the rock and looks like he could kill someone but is really just sweet and quiet and will bake you a whole cake to make you feel better -💳

Both of them will be uncomfortable in the beginning. Jerry will be on edge and observe while Hedwig tries to win him over. Once they understands that your father is a teddy bear, they relax. Jerry will ask him about his work out routine and Hedwig will ask him about your safety to make sure he will stand behind you.

Jerry with a reader who likes girls like Hedwig and Hedwig with a reader who likes girls like Jerry?

They might as well date each other (they'd be an amazing couple)

You know that request where jerry and hedwig fight for reader? I was wondering how would each of their reactions be if the reader choose the other, let's say the reader saw them fighting but instead of going for hedwig went to jerry to see if she was ok or if the reader went to stand infront of hedwig as a way to protect her from jerry that kind of thing

Post they're talking about

Hedwig: Her heart would sink down to her stomach. She wouldn't be able to comprehend that you don't want her. You chose ... Jerry? What does Jerry have that she doesn't?

"Y/N, sweetheart, please ... she'll just hurt you. L-Look! She put a knife through my shoulder! Y-Y/N ... I need you. I need you so badly. I-I'll never hurt you, you know that! P-Please ..."

Jerry: She's just about to throw another knife in Hedwig when you step in front of her. She'll stop herself in the last second with an anger burning in her.

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?! You could have gotten hurt! I could have killed you! Fucking hell, Y/N, you can't just run in like that. And why are you protecting her? Don't tell me you're choosing her. It's the wrong fucking choice, you know that, right?

What would Hedwig and Jerry respond to a darling that's been kidnapped for sometime maybe 4-5 months say "I love you" fully sincere with a lovestruck look as in their the only thing that matters in that moment to the darling.

Hedwig: She'll be thrilled. She'll cup your cheeks and kiss you feverishly. Finally, finally, finally.

"I love you so much too, Y/N. You're so, so dear to me, i hope you know that. Now you'll not have to be in pain anymore. I'll fake good care of you. It'll be okay now."

Jerry: First, she won't believe you. But the second she sees the genuine tenderness in your eyes, she'll slowly remove the handcuffs from you and stroke your bruised wrists.

"I knew you'd realize ... I knew you'd give in. You're going to behave now, right? Good girl/boy. I'm proud. Now, let's get you clean. We'll take a shower. Come here."

[silly-little-gooses]

Nash and Libby headcanons! <3

they’re so underrated and so adorable, so I have do to them

they introduce each others music taste to each other and Nash now likes rock and Libby is warming up to country

Libby bakes him his birthday cake every year and it’s freaking delicious

Nash helps Libby heal from her previous relationship with Drake and he’s always so sweet and gentle

Libby doesn’t hate Alisa. In fact, Libby is always super sweet to Alisa and shares baked goods with her and stuff, completely catching Alisa off hard.

Nash and Libby get matching tattoos!!!

When Nash and Libby get married, Libby has a black wedding dress (Jennifer pls I beg)

Libby and Nash definitely make playlists for each other

Sometimes Nash will casually walk into the kitchen or something not knowing he has black lipstick smeared all over his face…

Libby and Nash LOVE to tease Jameson and Avery, it’s so much fun for them

Nash calls Libby “darlin’”, “honey”, and “pretty girl”

Libby calls Nash “my love”, “sweetheart”, and “country boy”

Libby hates taking photos of herself and doesn’t think she looks good in any photo but Nash loves to take random pics of her

Nash’s contact name in Libby’s phone is ‘Nashed Potato’

Since Libby is always making baked goods, Nash decided to try and surprise her with cookies and that did not end well…(Xander almost lost his other eyebrow)

Since Libby and Nash are around each other so much, sometimes Libby will start speaking in a southern accent and not even notice

Libby loves to do Nash’s makeup, mainly eyeliner

Libby is the only one who can make Nash REALLY laugh, like ‘I’m about to pee my pants’ kind of laugh where you sound like a dying cat or smthn

Nash absolutely adores when Libby plays with his hair

Idk what they would dress up as but they would def have matching Halloween costumes

Nash taught Jameson how to sneak into Avery’s room through the fireplace bc that’s what he does with Libby too

Nash converts Libby to Swiftieism

Libby loves to steal and wear Nash’s flannels, old t-shirts, etc.

byeeee!!!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I love the request that anon did about Matt x adopted son. Could you rewrite the fic but with Matt and Reader celebrating the 12 or 13 birthday of his son? Just if you want to

hii! 🥹 thank you sm! sorry it’s taken so long. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

birthday boy

Matt Murdock x f reader (with their son)

wc || 0.6k

warnings || none

been so long since a Matt fic, really sorry!!

masterlist + rules

taglist

fort stories (in case you want to read the ‘first part’)

Micheal was turning thirteen and neither one of you could believe that your baby boy was about to become a teenager. Not long ago did it feel like Micheal would run around the backyard in his diaper, or when Matt would read a nightly bedtime story. It was all these tiny things that made it hard for you both to accept he was growing up. You were excited for the next step in your parental relationship, but you couldn’t but miss the way he’d fit so snuggly in your arms. Matt was also sad that his boy was growing up, but he was also excited for the next step, excited to develop a deeper connection with Mike.

You originally suggested a quaint backyard barbecue with all of your close loved ones; Maggie, Foggy, Marci and their twin girls. As well as Karen, Frank and their baby boy Ben. You and Matt wanted to share this special time with the people that meant the most, but that being said, it was Micheal’s birthday so you gave him his chance to choose. He had picked a quiet and fun day with his dad, at first you were a little upset but Micheal has always been a daddy’s boy so it wasn’t exactly a shock. Matt tried to persuade him to invite you, but he already had his mind set, just like his father.

To Matt’s displeasure, Michael has recently had a thing for another masked vigilante of New York, who just so happens to be Spider-Man. So you spent the day baking and decorating his birthday cake, working meticulously to get his webbed face mask as neat as possible while Matt played football with Micheal in the backyard. Tackling each other and laughing away.

They had already spent the better half of the day playing video games, using his birthday gifts and eating shitty pizza, so by now, they had plenty of energy to burn off.

You called Matt aside so you could both bring out the cake, singing happy birthday as you walked over to your smiling son sitting at the dining table. You two placed the red-masked face down in front of Micheal which immediately widened his grin. “Mom? Spider-Man?” He excitedly exclaimed, staring at the details.

“Spider-Man? Really?” Matt turns to face you, visibly displeased. Tone flat as he hid a smile. “I’m offended.”

“Don’t worry, I prefer Daredevil.” You grin, hugging his side. Turning to face Michael, your facial expressions are playful as you shake your head. Whispering. “Spider-Man is way cooler.”

“Hm.” Matt jokingly frowns, turning his attention to Micheal. “Make your wish buddy.”

After Micheal blows out his candles, you and Matt grin and clap, cheering him along. “What’d you wish for?” You ask.

“I can’t tell you, mom… it won’t come true.” He says matter of factly, looking at you as though you had just said the most inexcusable thing.

“Yeah, mom.” Matt adds, playfully mocking as he nudged Michael.

Eyes squinted as you jokingly glared at them both. “Oh, I see how it is… no cake for you guys.”

A few more hours went by and it was now bedtime. You and your boys spent the rest of the evening playing games and video-calling family to thank them for their gifts. Micheal was ready for bed, laying snug under the covers, clearly exhausted from his busy day. He pokes his head up just before you two leave his room. “Hey mom, dad?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” You softly question, turning around to face him.

“Can you read me a story?”

@mattymurdock1021 @she-bleeds-in-white-roses @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @redecoratestan @kpopgirlbtssvt @scarletsloveletter @princess-pebbles-things @messymissy @schneeflocky

[101flavoursofweird]

The parallels between the Gressenheller/Stansbury Gang…

Teenage Hershel arrived in Stansbury as an outsider, and joined Randall’s friendship group. Hershel was the more reserved, bookish of the pair of them, while Randall had a habit of going off on wild adventures. But Hershel also becomes friends with Angela (the only girl of the group, who a lot of her friends— Randall, Dalston— apparently have romantic feelings for). Hershel promises Angela that he will always look out for Randall. 

Unfortunately, Hershel is forced to break that promise when he isn’t able to save Randall from falling at Akbadain. In the wake of Randall’s “death”, Angela is so devastated that she partly blames Hershel. Hershel, just as devastated, leaves Stansbury and goes to London to study archaeology in Randall’s place.

Imagine an eighteen-year-old Hershel starting university— alone, guilt-ridden and grieving. He’s so lonely but scared of make friends at the same time. (What if they get hurt— because of him? What if they end up hating him?)

Hershel buries himself in his studies. (He has to uphold Randall’s legacy!) When he’s not working himself to the bone, Hershel leaves his lectures and goes out exploring for days at time. (Would anyone miss him, anyway?) 

Despite Hershel’s determination to keep to himself, he gets paired up for a project with a guy in Dr. Schrader’s class— the bookish Clark Triton. Clark is hellbent on getting their project done to impress Dr. Schrader but his partner keeps avoiding him. Clark tracks Hershel down during one of his expeditions and gradually, they begin to work together. Eventually, they even become friends. They become so close that Clark invites Hershel to live with him in their second university year.

Somewhere along the line, Clark starts going out with Brenda, and she also becomes Hershel’s friend. Brenda and Hershel have a lot in common— both being intelligent and fond of travelling. Brenda even had a habit of picking up interesting items for her personal ‘collection’ like Hershel does.

Hershel is shocked when Brenda bakes him a cake for his twentieth birthday, and she and Clark celebrate with him.

But still, Hershel keeps wandering off at random times. He’s shocked by how much Clark and Brenda worry over him. 

Eventually, Hershel meets Brenda’s housemate, Claire. I know it’s not confirmed they know each other in canon but I don’t care Claire (like Angela before her) is very popular with a lot of admirers. 

However, Claire reminds Hershel more of Randall, with Claire, with her red hair and her passion for her work.

She and Hershel become sweethearts, of course, and Clark and Brenda are thrilled for them.

For a while, Hershel feels like he’s truly happy again. He has friends who care about him. He has a wonderful girlfriend. They’re all so hopeful for the future—

But then, the institute explosion happens.

It’s not Hershel’s fault— Brenda and Clark would never blame him— but Hershel blames himself anyway. He shuts himself away, so focussed on uncovering the cause of Claire’s death, that he keeps ignoring the Tritons’ concerned calls. They’ve got their three-year-old son to look after— he doesn’t want to involve them in this…

The Tritons are horrified when they hear Hershel has been beaten into a coma. (They just lost Claire and they came so close to losing Hershel too!) They‘re at his bedside when Hershel wakes up in hospital, but Hershel is more withdrawn than ever. He won’t tell them a thing about his investigation, fearing he will put them at risk.

Finally, the Tritons say farewell to Hershel and move out to the country— though, the promise to keep in contact. They write to Hershel. Hershel writes back, a few times, but over the years, he loses contact with them…

Maybe it’s for the best. Surely they must despise him now, just as much as Angela and Henry. 

Seven years after Claire’s death— a letter arrives at Hershel’s university office, signed by Clark. His old friend needs help.

Despite all that has happened, Hershel drops everything and rushes to Misthallery. 

He’ll do the same for Angela, one year later. 

[silly-inky]

My Princess Peach headcanon's

༺Peach༻🌄

Peach is a bit of an artist, and loves to paint, I like to think she makes the paintings in her castle. So sometimes she’ll grab Toad or one of the Mario brothers to be the subject of her paintings, Toad has been doing this for years, so has grown quite fond of it (he once asked her to paint him very muscular as a joke, now that painting lives above his fireplace at home, it’s his pride and joy, of course next too the very first painting she made of him when they where just kids).

Mario finds it flattering but can’t sit still doing nothing for too long, it drives him mad, so he often takes a few reference photos and sends them to Peach.

Luigi is all for it, he likes to dress in different outfits for it, it makes them feel better about themselves, Peach proudly shows off one of them in her throne room, it’s Luigi with a beautiful Blue Sun dress on, in the middle of a field, sat amongst the grass and flowers.

She loves to bake with Luigi, they teach each over new recipes, decorate cakes for her parties together. Luigi is basically her unofficial food taster at this point, he’s personally cooked for her a few times now, and Peach insists on hiring him as her personal chef, She’s jealous he and Mario get to eat like this every day.

Luigi and her are close, he is learning all the responsibilities she takes on, so that he could take on the role of an ambassador of sorts, he wants to help her out since she always overworks herself, and could use the extra help, plus he could keep the kingdom running smoothly when she’s kidnapped again.

They also read books together, preferably action or romance, so if something happens to one of their favourite characters, they call each over, going:“they just killed (character)”, “they did not!”, “girl I’m not lying, turn to page 312, swear to glob” .

Mario is a massive sweetheart, so if she’s sick he’ll run over to her castle with soup in one hand and Luigi in the other (by the ankle) Luigi finishes off the rest of her work, while Mario tends to the Princess, putting on her favourite movies, while tying her hair back to keep it out of her face.

Although she hates being sick, she loves how attentive Mario gets, and takes full opportunity to snuggle up to him on her bed wrapped in many, many blankets.

She tends to not let her anger get the better of her on the rare occasion someone manages to push all of her buttons. So she has a private gym to punch out her emotions, and scream, it’s so she can be as loud and as violent as she wants. Lost a few good punching bags that way. It's also less hastle then activating the obstacle course all over again.

She was trained from a young age, and although she may look small and dainty to the untrained person, or one that doesn't know her well. But she is very capable of protecting herself, she knows how to pick locks, untie ropes, pleanty of survival training and first aid.

She knits and crochets in her spare time, making jumpers and blankets for the homeless or people in need, she of course has programs set up to help out her people, and they are very successful, but she also knows donations are important, especially after hearing the Mario brothers experience being in those programs and eventually being in the system as well.

Mario and Luigi help out, Mario loves carpentry so will make toys and puzzles for the kids, Luigi makes stuffed toys and regular day clothes, they both make large amounts of food to donate, and discount their plumbing services for the people in the programs (yes they set their plumbing business back up).

Luigi also volunteers to teach the kids on some days, Mario occasionally joining him when he has the time. Peach funds all of it, making sure they have the right materials, and food, and will always insist on taking food home.

When Bowser is more casual with Peach he’s actually alright, he never try’s to harm her anyways, when he’s really busy she takes on babysitting the kids, as she does enjoy her time with them, but prefers that they just call her Peach, she enjoys having them around, playing video games with them, listening to Ludwig’s music, letting Wendy do her makeup, drawing with Jr, playing with Lemmy. They all have a special place in her heart.

Princess Peach can speak many languages, she was thought it would be much more convenient if she learnt the languages herself instead of having a translated when talking with other kingdoms that did not use English, or even words sometimes.

Peaches Dad, King Toadstool, is still around, but is very ill so he can’t do much for his kingdom anymore, as even getting out of his bed is a very strenuous process for him. This is why Peach is still a Princess and not a Queen, in title anyways, but she has taken on the role of Queen.

Peach loves her father dearly so she had computer monitors installed on his wall, so he can still watch over his people in one way, and watch her and her friends have fun. The cameras are in the more populated areas, such as the stadium, in toad towns market street, and the throne room, but only looks at that if he has the express permission of his daughter, as she has meetings in their and he does not want to intrude.

Often enough when Peach is kidnapped or missing and it was one of the more covert missions, he is the first too notice and report it to the Bros. He loves the Mario brothers, for not only helping out and saving his kingdom multiple times, but also being their for his daughter in her time of need, he has given Mario his blessing to Marry Peach, as he has seen their interactions together and knows all too well that they pine for each over.

Peach will visit his room every day at lunch time and eat with him, sometimes she brings the others, most of the time she’s on her own, Toadworth also visits him a lot which brings her comfort, knowing that his best friend is still around to talk to him.

( MTF Peach headcanon) Peaches mother died in childbirth, which devastated the King and the Kingdom so she was a lovely woman and an even better Queen.

This however did not stop the King from raising his child to the best of his abilities, along with his best friend, and co-parent, Toadsworth, so when they learned that the little Prince, wanted instead to be a little Princess, they did all they could for her, they had their best mages research ways to help her out with her transition, which was mostly made up with permanent spells.

Still he was glad that his daughter was happy, but know even more worried to the fact that he didn’t know where to begin in teaching her how to do stuff girls do, so he scheduled play dates with Princess Daisy, and even had Queen Bean help out, and Toadworth took on teaching her the more well, royal boring side of it.

And how did Peach come up with her name? Actually her father did, she still wanted her father to name her, so he went with Peach, it described her perfectly, fair, delicate, sweet, pink, and her mother favourite fruit.

He looks at the woman that Peach has become and can’t help but cry a little, she is almost the spitting image of her mother, sweet and caring, a long with his determined attitude, he couldn’t be more proud of the wonderful young Lady his previous Peach has become, and believes no doubt, that her mother is watching over her, and is no less proud than he is.

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Rosalina is next (may take longer because it didn't save what I made for her)

[agxxb]

sweet treat .𖥔 ݁ ˖

joel miller x f!reader

summary: to celebrate joel getting a promotion, you decide to surprise him with his favourite pudding — but that’s not the only dessert he has in mind.

warnings: smut. pre-outbreak joel. unprotected!piv (wrap it before you tap it). oral (f receiving). soft dom!joel. dirty talk. vaginal fingering. pet names (sweetheart, honey, baby, pretty girl). established relationship. food mentions. swearing. [1.3k].

As soon as the phone call had ended, you stood from your spot on the sofa and hurried to the kitchen in excitement. A large grin broke out on your face, the crinkles by your eyes becoming more prominent the more you thought about what your husband had just told you.

When Joel had informed you of his promotion, you had let out a squeal of joy, pride filling your chest at how happy he was. You always supported him, just like how he did with you; His success felt like your own.

Heading towards the kitchen counter, you immediately began taking the ingredients out of the cupboard to bake Joel’s favourite dessert — a Texas sheet cake. He had once told you it reminded him of when he was growing up, his mother having baked it often for him and his young brother, Tommy.

You began mixing the ingredients together, knowing the recipe off by heart with how many times you’ve made it. The smile didn’t leave your face the entire time, pure rapture filling your entire being. Joel worked so hard and it felt amazing to finally see that pay off.

Just as you’d finished the preparation, the front door suddenly opened and your husband’s voice called out. You turned around in surprise, though far from complaining.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Joel greeted, the biggest smile on his face as his eyes landed on you. His southern drawl had always made you weak in the knees, and that hadn’t changed in the six years you’d been together. “What’cha doin’?”

He walked into the kitchen, pulling you into an embrace. He placed his chin on your head, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. You smiled against his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your cheek against his chest. His heartbeat sped up, just like it did when you first met.

“Making you a little congratulatory dessert,” you replied, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his Adam’s apple. “I am so proud of you.”

“About time, huh?” he joked, pressing a kiss to your head before pulling away. His smile was still present, eyes bright as he looked at you.

Joel brought a hand up, resting it against your cheek. His thumb gently brushed against your skin before leaning down, pressing his lips against yours. They were chapped, dry from spending the day outdoors, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable. Kissing Joel would never get boring, no matter how many times it happened.

You tried to pull away to say something, but his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, keeping you in place. You breathed out through your nose, sliding your hands up his chest and resting there. Walking forward and moving you backwards, Joel led you to lean against the kitchen counter. You jumped up (with his help) and he stood in between your legs.

The kiss got heated pretty quickly, roaming hands clutching at any and every part of each other. Joel pulled back momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath. Your fingers carded through his hair, pulling as he nipped and sucked at your skin.

Letting out a moan, your eyes closed as you basked in the pleasure. “Fuck.” Joel moved down, licking at your collarbone before lowering himself to his knees. “Baby, please.”

Joel’s fingers deftly unbuttoned your shorts, pulling them down your legs and dropping them on the floor beside him. You spread your legs, giving him all the access he needed and allowing him to see how wet you were.

“Fuckin’ soaked, Sweetheart,” he groaned, voice deep and husky, full of want and need. “And all for me…”

“All for you.” You nodded, chin to chest as you looked down at him. “Please. Need it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He didn’t look away from your pussy, eyes taking in what his mouth soon would. You nodded, urgent with the gesture. “Need me to make it feel better?” You nodded once again, though stopped halfway through the action as your head fell back and a moan left your mouth.

Joel’s tongue licked from your entrance all the way to your clit, sucking and moaning into you. “J-Joel…” you stuttered, hands in his hair once again and pulling. “Need to- Need to put the cake in… cake in the oven.”

“Got my dessert right here, Honey,” he mumbled before sucking on your clit once again. You let out another moan, a chain of them following and seemingly never ending. “That’s it, Sweetheart… let everyone know who’s making you feel this good. Want you to fucking scream my name.”

Just as he said that, two of his fingers pushed into you, curling and instantly finding that spot that makes your legs shake. You did just as he wanted, moaning his name as tears welled up in your eyes.

Joel moaned into you every time you pulled at his hair, moving closer into you, like he was willing to either drown or suffocate. Eating you out was one of his favourite things. He never wanted to stop. He would do it all day, every day if he could.

“Gonna cum.”

Immediately, Joel pulled away. You opened your eyes, looking at him in both annoyance and desperation. Just as you were about to open your mouth in protest, you watched as his hands moved down to his belt, undoing it in record time.

Dropping his jeans, he helped you down to your feet, turning you around to lean your forearms against the counter you just sat atop. You soon felt his tip against your entrance, moving back to try and get him to move.

“So impatient…” he tutted, a teasing tone taking control of his words. “What do you want, baby?”

“Want you. Please.”

“How could I refuse when you’re asking so nicely.”

And with that, Joel pushed his hips forward. Your head fell, chin against chest once again, and your eyes fell closed. The pleasure was instant, toes curling against the floorboards and hands stretching out to find anything to hold onto. A groan left Joel’s mouth, reverberating from deep within his chest, and his head tilted back as your warmth surrounded him.

“Fuck. Please. Please move.”

Doing as you asked (and not being able to hold back any longer), Joel pulled back before pushing back into you. “So fuckin’ wet, Sweetheart,” he moaned out, his movements speeding up and the sound of skin colliding echoing throughout the house. You could both hear how wet you were for him, the sound filling your ears with every thrust.

His hands dug into your hips, your head rested against the marble counter, and the buckle of his belt clinked as it hit against his zipper. All you could feel was him and the growing pit of burning pleasure deep within your stomach. Tears streamed down your face, your cheeks red from being unable to catch your breath.

You gasped, one hand reaching back. Joel took it in his own, holding it and interlocking your fingers. Grunts left this mouth from behind his clenched teeth, eyes locked on where you were joined. You were both sweating, the Texas heat not helping and the air-conditioner being rendered useless.

“Joel,” you moaned, tits bouncing with every slap of his hips against your ass. “Gonna cum. Please. Please can I cum?”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, wanting to see how long you could hold it before he gave you the green light. However, after only a few seconds, he, too, felt like falling over the edge.

“Go on, honey. Cum for me.”

You let out a cry, body shaking from the power of your orgasm. Your eyes squeezed closed and your fists balled up, nails digging into your palms to ground you. With a few more thrusts and the feeling of you squeezing him, Joel came with a grunt, pushing his hips into yours and letting himself get as deep as possible. His forehead rested in between your shoulder blades, face red and breathing heavy.

“Fuck.”

“We just did,” you responded with a short laugh, taking a moment to catch your own breath.

“Is this a good time to mention that I also got a pay rise?”

[dearcraziness]

Chapter 74.

"Here, your order!..." Bendy exclaimed, opening a box of chocolate and strawberry cake. "Are you happy with the decorations?..."

"Indeed..." a dark-haired young man in a suit, and a top hat, with a cane hanging on his arm answered. "I'll definitely recommend your desserts!..."

"Come back to 'Sweets and Joy'!..." the imp smiled and waved goodbye, then turned to Lara and asked. "Dearheart, isn't it great?... Our own cafe working at a convenient time for us..."

"Nice..." the girl smiled. "And all our customers are satisfied..."

"I like to bring joy and brightness to everyone's life... Especially in your being and our friends... I adore you, my shining ray of light... Wait a second, I have a new call... Hello, I'm listening... Cakes? Of course, we do. Also we can make one without baking... Which one would you like?... Yes, yes, from those presented on the site... Sure, we'll certainly cook mango Passion fruit Cheesecake for you!... Bye, have a great time!... Every day we are asked to cook sweet dishes by an increasing number of creatures..."

"I hope you don't get tired of cooking not only for us, darling..."

"Not at all, raspberry... Besides, you often help me, I'm very grateful for you..."

"You do most of the work... Just don't hide it if you get tired of fulfilling orders..."

"Of course, starlight, and you let me know when you want to change the type of activity... We can always post on our website that requests are temporarily not accepted..."

Bendy approached Lara, surrounding her from behind with his right hand and leaving a gentle kisses on her hair. She smiled, straightening a lock of hair near her face.

The devils cooked dessert, washed the kitchen. The customers came: a tall young man with a short haircut and in a strict black suit and a girl with long bunny ears, with light curly hair. Her appearance reminded Lara of Bouny, but the demoness banished restless thoughts, waving goodbye to the guests together with the young man. The devil noticed the frowning expression of his beloved and guessed the reasons for her concern. He bent down and gave the girl hot tender kisses on the cheek, on the top of the head.

"Sweetheart, it wasn't her. They may look very similar, but they're completely different in character."

"I know, dear. Hans and Frida are quite a nice couple."

"At first it seemed as if they were brother and sister, they understand each other very well. Probably have known each other for a long time."

"We have excellent customers, all are kind."

"You want to make friends with some of them, right, vanilla?... I'm sure you'll find a common language with many of them..."

"I'll think about it, maybe we'll talk to them later... I'm not burning with a special desire..."

"And why, Laura?..."

"I feel very good now..."

"I didn't want to know anything more than that... Let's go have some fun? Let's open a new board game 'Get into my mind'."

"I won't refuse."

All evening from the room where the devils were, there was laughter, the ringing of silver cubes; sweethearts had irresistibly fun, interesting time together, until the night an incredible adventure on a twenty-by-twenty board with fantastic landscapes continued. Some of the characters on the cards helped to overcome the path, others hindered the achievement of success. The figure of a long-haired elf in an emerald suit, belonged to Bendy, was moving a little faster to the finish line, although, not so far from the blue-haired mermaid sitting on a pebble, for which Lara was playing.

They managed to fall asleep only at two o'clock in the morning, when the devils felt a slight pleasant fatigue. The demon kissed the girl on the forehead and hugged her tightly from behind. Closing their eyes, the young man and the girl saw a ray reflected by the moon. The curtains were swaying slightly from the spring wind coming through the narrow window sash. The rustle of leaves lulled the imps to sleep. The stars in the sky were sparkling brightly, diluting the dark picture of the sky.

Several hours passed and the dream was over, interrupting the silence and tranquility. Bendy was awakened by a shrill, weak cry. Frightened and confused, he got up and found Lara in tears. A few black drops also fell from his cheeks onto the bed.

"Buttercup, what did you see?... You've never been so scared of your nightmares before..."

"I saw a terrifying event..."

"Oh, dear, I'm sure everything will work out even there, in another dimension which appeared to your eyes... Tell me about the trouble that happened..."

"Well... We were walking at night on a dark street... I was afraid nuisance would happen to us, but you convinced me otherwise... We returned home unharmed... However, when we entered, we realized someone else was walking around the studio... Black silhouettes attacked us, you protected me and told me to hide in my room as soon as possible... When I came out, none of the bandits were there... Only you... Were lying on the floor with your chest pierced by knife... I ran to you, but there was nothing I could do... You didn't move... I know it doesn't sound like the scariest story, and, in fact, I could bring you to life, but... This outcome still scares me..."

"Oh, Larry, I understand you perfectly... I'm insanely worried about your well-being and if you were in danger, I would be scared for you... But any story isn't over until we give up... It's possible to fix failures, please remember... Let me sing you a lullaby and you'll fall asleep, dandelion..."

"I'll try..."

"Close your eyes, imagine many joyful moments of our life together... I'm always near, I'm here for you with great support and unwavering optimism... Love you very much, darling... And I won't allow misfortune to knock on our doors, darkening the bright days... Our victory of bad weather is purely our choice... Do you agree, princess?..."

"Quite... Let's try to sleep, perhaps..." the girl gave a long yawn. The demon covered her more, placing a long arm around her waist.

"Close your eyes, dearest creature... Let the night take all the problems for itself..." the young man sang softly. "A wizard is waiting for you in the castle of a fairyland,

Where absolutely all dreams come true... Reach out your hands, up to the sky,

Dive into the world of dreams and let them fly..."

The girl smiled, putting her right hand on top of her left on her ribs. The demon finished a kind little song, "And your face will shine with a smile when you wake up,

With found miracles you'll return to your wondrous life..."

The imp kissed his beloved on the cheek and whispered, "Hope you sleep soundly and sweetly..."

"Nice dreams to you..." with her eyes closed, she barely answered inaudibly.

"I believe I'll see you, fishy..."

Until morning, the couple was sleeping peacefully. First, the young man woke up. He soon fried pancakes and wrapped ham and cheese in them, melting them in a frying pan in envelopes. The girl was still asleep, so the wizard covered the breakfast with a lid, sat down by the bed, watching the demoness. He was still worried about what had happened during the night; of course, Lara quickly fell asleep again, but her exclamation... It was repeated in Bendy's head over and over again, he was worried about how she would feel the next night, whether she would have nightmares again. He valued her peace of mind too much to let that happen... But what could he do?...

Lara opened her eyes and met Bendy's gaze. He gently took her hand, anxiously and attentively peering into her charcoal eyes decorated with black eyelashes.

"Good morning, sweetie... What dreams did you have after our late conversation?..."

"To tell the truth, I forgot..." the girl confessed. "It's like an empty sheet..."

"It's for the best - you slept well... Isn't that right, Laurie?..."

"You're right, Bendusya..."

"I must admit, I was worried about you more than usual... You used to wake up from unpleasant dreams, but without exclamations..."

"Oh, right... Forgive me, diamond, I woke you up..."

"No, no, don't even take this fact into account, berry... I wouldn't be able to sleep properly if I knew your didn't feel good, I would spiritually feel your indignation..."

"If so... Thank you for your sincere words..."

"The main thing is they've calmed you... Shall we go have breakfast?... I made your favourite morning dish..."

"And what kind of tea?..."

"'English breakfast'... I threw a couple of daisies into your cup, because you like to watch them floating..."

"They look quite aesthetically pleasing... I'll come soon, orange..."

"Take your time, petal... I'll be waiting for you..."

The day flew by quickly and interestingly. The devils managed to water the flowers, decorate pots for indoor plants, wipe the dust on the shelves, sort things in the closet. Lara took out a hanger on which hung a black T-shirt with green diamonds and a red inscription 'Rocking Hard!', Bendy noticed the interest showing on her face and, putting the cloth aside, walked up to her and said, "Baby, take any clothes you like..."

"But don't you like this T-shirt?..."

"I haven't worn it for a long time... Besides, everything looks much better and more attractive on you..."

"Then I'll take it for myself... Your clothes are nice to wear, even though they are too big for me..."

"Glad to hear... Let me wash it first, just in case..."

"Well, okay... Hmm, it smells like rosemary and musk... Is this your perfume 'Be respectable'?..."

Bendy tilted his head, inhaling a faintly perceptible fragrance.

"Right... It must have soaked into the fabric... I can try to wash it with detergent with the smell of orange blossom..."

"No need to, let it remain stay... It'll remind me of you."

"Lau, I'm always near you..."

"Anyway, it's more convenient for me."

"Whatever you say... Let me know if you find more things to your liking..."

The evening fleetingly flew by, night crept up. The curtains closed the view outside the window, delaying for a moment the breeze of fresh and exuberant air. Sweethearts quickly fell asleep, but they didn't see the pictures in the dream world for long. Bendy was woken up again by Lara's scream. This time she was still sleeping, experiencing great fear and despair in her dreams. The young man had to wake up the girl. The peace and relaxation instantly left his heart.

"Lara, please wake up!... You're having nightmares again, please come back to our world with your mind!..."

The imp opened her black eyes and squinted slightly.

"Bendy..." she said in a barely audible voice.

"Hush, hush, darling, I'm here..." he said, trying to suppress his own tension and cope with his anxiety. "Unfortunate events won't affect us... You've observed other distant dimensions..."

"What if we repeat their history?..."

"We'll solve the problems, I'm sure everything will work out there too... Tell me, are you still scared, dear?..."

"No... After all, you are near me..."

"Could you tell me about the dream you saw?..."

"It was darker, I have no doubt... We kind of just sat in the garden, then you had to urgently finish repairs in the storage... Until the evening you didn't leave the room... I decided to ask how the work was going, but when I opened the door, I saw... Your body tied to the table, your entrails pulled out... I know, the machine isn't capable of failing so insanely, but the sight left a devastating impression... I wanted to come to you in the hope I could save you, but mechanical hands grabbed my legs tightly..."

"And what did they do to you?..."

"They didn't have time to do anything... You woke me up..."

"My love, I feel sorry for you, the second night you see unclear things with a disconsolate outcome... Believe me, I'm fully aware of the emotions you are experiencing, I remember being in extreme despair and deep grief when I lost you and Boris... Our friend's organs pulled out, your body pierced with a knife... The same end you see in your dreams... Only this time I get the pain..."

"I don't want you to suffer again... Only you remember that terrible story... You recently lost a leg and an arm... You've suffered too much... And when I left, you were in the very center of despondency... You've received so many mental and physical wounds... Now I realize how strong you've remained all this time and you're still improving your character..."

"Tulip, you and our friends are the reason why I keep going forward and don't give up... It's for your happiness that I'm fighting - you are my family... Therefore, nightmares won't prevail over my consciousness... I always care about the creatures important to me, about you - the guiding star in my life..."

"I won't be able to sleep now... I'm going to the other room, I don't want to bother you..."

"Please put aside such thoughts... I won't leave you alone and will help you to immerse yourself in the world of dreams..."

"I no longer want to sleep at all... Dreams only tire me, touching on tragic plots..."

"Moonlight, you say that because of the shock and tension you've recently experienced... I'll find a way to smooth out the sharp images in your mind..."

The demon frowned; he recently read about an interesting spell. Exactly, it would have a positive effect!

"Laurie, I know the way out of the impasse which has arisen!... Close your eyes and try not to think about anything..."

"Bendy, I won't be able to go to bed now..."

"It's not necessary now, my only miracle... I'll try to cure your subconscious of nightmares... More precisely, I'll go with you... We'll combine our dreams... I'll build a bridge with the help of magic between our worlds..."

"Do you think this is possible?..."

"We sometimes talk to each other when we're sleeping, forgetting about it, so the thread of our relationship has taken root... And if we hadn't accidentally seen this fragment in the Storehouse of Memories, we wouldn't have seen the magical phenomenon our hearts are capable of... However, I've always been sure of our deep spiritual connection... There are no barriers for us... You and I can achieve anything, just like our love... Are you ready to try?..."

"I am, it won't be superfluous..."

"Let me take your hand..."

The girl pulled her right hand out of the lock of her left fingers and holding out it to the demon. He carefully took it in his powerful palm and began to conjure. Soon the imp fell asleep, the young man settled down next to her, closing his eyes, plunging into a deep slumber...

Their dreams really took their origins in the same space. Bendy saw Lara, ran up to her and hugged her tightly.

"Sugar, we did it!... At first, as it was written, there will be nothing around, only a white background will fill the path..."

"Will the two of us come up with a dream?... Or how else will we get somewhere?..."

"You're right, let's use our imagination and decorate our joint road with bright colours... We need to think about the things dear to our hearts, about good feelings, and they'll certainly appear..."

Such a spectacular landscape appeared in an instant: the azure sky flowed down, the blue stretched under their feet, twinkling with stars of different sizes. Dolphins and whales were swimming in the sky; birds were singing, sitting comfortably on the edge of the moon; cosmic dust covered the landscape with sparkles, shimmering with purple hues; golden light streamed from a deep blue wave, paving the way forward. Sweethearts joined hands, walking along the road. There were rows of comets, many planets, fragments of other galaxies, of distant Universes.

The path was blurred in a transparent liquid, but the water was absorbed into the cosmic fabric. A fabulous medieval castle fifty meters high, perhaps even more, appeared in front of Bendy and Lara. Light pink brick, blue turrets, lancet-shaped windows, huge massive doors gave the fortress a reliable look and a sense of security if they get closer.

"Decided to come up with the castle we saw recently in the 'Miracle of Brightland'?..." the girl asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You liked the design of the building, so I thought it would be great to stay in it while we dream..." the young man put his fingers to his chin. "The building came out luxurious, to match your majesty, right, princess?..."

"Indeed, my noble knight..."

"I'm sure the decorations and interior will please us no less..."

Bendy was not mistaken - multicoloured stained glass windows ; lilac and blue corduroy sofas; on the top floor a four-poster bed; white walls with gold inserts; mirrors with diamond frames; tables and stools with winding legs; floors with a pattern of snow-white lilies of the valley, spectacular delphiniums delicate azaleas; elongated cabinets with lancet-shaped doors decorated with heraldic lilies of gilded metal gave a great sense of joy. The demons settled down in the bedroom: Bendy was sitting, leaning on a pillow located near the headboard, reading a book called 'Call me when you're lonely,' and Lara, leaning on her elbows, was lying on a white sheet, drawing doodles in a light green notebook. The young man looked at his beloved and asked, "How are you feeling, cherry?... There's no feeling that something irreparable will happen?..."

"I feel calm... It's like we're not even sleeping..."

"See, I told you - together we'll get around failures... I won't let the nightmares scare you again..."

"I believe you, my dragon... I just stopped thinking about the bad, because you showed me how much miracles are around us..."

"Are you happy, Laura?..."

"Always with you, Bendy..."

"Love you very much, sweetie..." the little devil bent down and left a kiss on the girl's cheek. "At last you're completely safe..."

"You dispelled my doubts pretty quickly... Love you very much, too, darling... Do you think we'll remember our dream when we wake up?..."

"Moments with you are unforgettable, lotus... If you want, next night we'll unite our worlds again..."

"Will it work once more?..."

"Of course, and we'll succeed as many times as you wish..."

"Well, I agree..."

"You're making delightful drawings, love... Enchanting and incredible, like you..."

[gashinabts]

Camera Boy (m)| Part I

Words:4.5k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, MATURE, 18+

Summary: Jungkook loves filming. Jungkook takes up your offer on filming you throughout the day...and night.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, hair pulling, sex filming, slapping tits and ass, degradation, humiliation kink, mention of public sex, teasing, slut is mentioned a lot. 

A/N: I haven’t posted in like months. I’m sorry for the lack of posting I haven’t been in the right mental state at the moment. I promise I will be posting more!! Thank you for the people who comment and like my fics.  It really means a lot for me!!!! Yoongi, Jungkook, & Reader are the same age (18). There will be THREE parts to this :))))

Part 1 2 3

*** This is my work, no reposting this and my other works on any other platforms. I do NOT take plagiarism lightly.  

Jungkook is a quiet guy, who spends his time filming and editing videos. He is in the audiovisual club and was always seen around school with his Panasonic Lumix gh5 filming the school events since he was also part of the year book club. Not many of his classmates knew him by his name but as JK, even during roll call teachers would call him by JK. His fashion taste was dark, often dressing in all black and wearing bucket hats. Sometimes he would just fade away in the background but he didn’t care. 

Jungkook was editing a video for the cheer team in the audiovisual club classroom, but his fingertip halted at the mousepad when he felt a presence entering the room. He sees you walking in with your white tennis skirt and pastel green cardigan. He doesn’t understand why you would dare walk in this room. You’re Y/N, the school’s sweetheart, nice to everyone and everyone wanted to be your friend. He watches you smile and come closer to him, grabbing a chair and sitting next to him. “ Hey, Jungkook. What are you up to?,” you lean over to see his laptop screen.  He smells the light floral perfume and he feels like he shouldn’t have the privilege of smelling your floral scent. 

This wasn’t the first time you spoke to him, a couple times you would say hi to him during the events he filmed. But you did that to everyone saying ‘hellos’ and ‘how are yous ?’, because you didn’t want anyone to feel left out. “ Uh-editing this video for the cheer team. This would be my last video I would do for this school,” he scratches the back of his head. In the next three days he wouldn’t be a high schooler anymore. He would leave this place and major in film in a college in California. 

“ Cool, I really like your videos. I heard that you were going to UCLA and doing film. That’s pretty exciting, maybe we’ll bump into each other around campus,” you smile gently. 

Jungkook was shocked to hear that you knew what school he is going to attend. In the back of his head he wished that you guys would bump into each other and become friends. “ Maybe...so what’s up?,” he closes his laptop to face you. Which he regrets since he won’t be able to focus on anything you say since you are so pretty. 

“ I want you to film me...I want to give it to my friends as a goodbye gift,” you cross your legs. “ I’ll pay you for your hard work,” you reach into your bag grabbing your wallet. 

“ No, it’s fine you don’t have to pay me,” he stops your manicure nails from grabbing some bills. 

You shake your head and he watches as your diamond earrings sparkle, “ No, I insist. I would feel really bad about it, Jungkook. Your work is top quality, better than those shitty Youtubers, even better than some of Quentin Tarantino works,” you proceed to take out the money. 

Jungkook eyes widen at your statement. No one has ever complimented his videos like you did. The closest compliment he has ever gotten from someone is ‘Looks good.’ Your soft hands brush his as you hand him the money, “ Thanks. We can start after I’m done with the cheer video,” he quickly puts the money in his pocket. 

You get up, tugging at your skirt since it rose up when you sat down. “ Great! I’ll see you later,” you gave a small wave and left the classroom.

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“ I’m going to start filming, alright?,” Jungkook asked as you throw some things out of your locker in the trash can. 

“ Go ahead,” you smile at him. “ Look at how much stuff I have. It’s all useless stuff now,” you throw some more math tests away. He films you walking around the halls and greeting some people. Along with some chit chat, he admires the way you genuinely care about what your friends are talking about. He likes the way your hands move while you talk, and how touchy you are with your friends. He notices that you playfully hit your friends’ shoulder when they make you laugh really hard. Jungkook learns more about you when you answer the questions he gives you. He learns about what you love about your friends and how much you are going to miss them. 

You invite him to your house and he films you baking a cake for Mina’s birthday. You tell him the story of how you and Mina became friends. The fondness of your voice can be heard at spreading the strawberry icing on the cake. “ Want some?,” you ask, showing him the leftover frosting on your index finger. He looks confused by what you're asking. “ The frosting. Have some,” you bring your finger closer to him. 

Jungkook wonders if you know what you are doing. He could have not possibly licked the sweet frosting off your fingers. “ I-I uh no, it’s okay,” he fumbles with his camera, turning it off and hastily putting it in his bag. “ I think this is it for today,” he puts his backpack on. 

“ Okay...see you tomorrow,” you walk him out of your house.

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The cafeteria is filled with the tune of Happy Birthday, Jungkook films you as you bring the pink cake in front of Mina. Zooming in on Mina’s face, he sees the evident rose blush that turns brighter as all the attention is on her, your lips kiss her cheek as you wish her a happy birthday under your breath. 

“ Jungkook, you can stop filming and have some cake,” you say as you slice a cake for him. His eyes widen and you chuckle as hand him the cake. The lunch table is filled with laughter and he feels like he’s almost part of the friend group. Some of your friends ask him questions and bring him in some of the conversation. Jungkook starts filming again and asks more questions towards your friends on what they are going to miss the most about each other. By the end of lunch he feels like he’s got good content and wants to start editing. 

You walk with him towards the AV room, and you hug him just outside the classroom. He feels your slightly smaller body engulf him in your warmness. His arms are awkwardly staying by his side and his heart rate quickens as seconds pass. You pull away and smile at him, “ Thank you Jungkook. It really means a lot for you to do this.”

“ No problem. You did pay me for this…,” he awkwardly states. He wants to slap himself for always being too abrupt with you. “ I mean it was kinda fun filming you. You radiate this wholesome energy,” he tries to compliment you. 

Laughing lightly you hit his shoulder, “ Wholesome, huh? I was thinking maybe we should keep in touch so we can have eachothers back while in California…” you quirk your eyebrow, shrugging your shoulders nervously. Jungkook face blanks and you quickly retract your words, “ Nevermind, we don’t have to-”

“ No, I’d like that!,” his voice raises at the end. He rubs his head, “ Yes, let’s keep in touch.” Your phone pings and you smile at a text message quickly typing away. Jungkook clears his throat causing you to look up at him, “ I feel like we have everything for the video. I should be done editing by the end of the week.”

“ Cool, I’ll see you later,” you wave at him and watch him enter the classroom.

At home Jungkook is meticulously working on the video not wanting to disappoint you. He’s in deep entrance of you talking in the video, he jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder. Taking off his headphones he sees his mom staring at his laptop and he closes it immediately. “ Mom! Why did you knock?,” he whines. He doesn’t know why he feels embarrassed, it’s not like he was watching porn.

“ I did knock but there was no reply. Who’s that your girlfriend?,” she gleefully smiles wanting to peek more at the video.

Jungkook groans and leaning his head back,“ No, just a girl. She paid me to do this video for her friends.” 

She hums lightly brushing her son’s slightly long hair, not wanting to bother her son anymore she quickly states that dinner is ready. 

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Jungkook thinks you're going to ignore him the next morning since he was done filming you but you don’t. Instead you walk towards him snapping a polaroid of him and laugh at his surprised expression. “ This marks the end of a chapter to the beginning of a chapter in our life,” you tell him waving the polaroid. 

Jungkook rubs his eyes from the sudden flash, “ What do you mean?,” he asked for more information for your vague providence. 

 The short white dress you wear waves in a similar fashion as gold hoops dangle from your ears, “ We are ending our chapter of highschoolers today but I’m now beginning a chapter with you...as in the beginning of our friendship,” you look closer at the photo smiling at his doe eyes.

“ Y/N!,” your name is called out by Chaeyong. 

“ I’ll talk to you later, yeah?,” you watch him nod and walk towards Chaeyong.

Jungkook sighs and puts his headphones on and plays on his phone as he walks to his locker. He bumps into someone and he is about to say sorry but the words couldn’t come out. Yoongi stands in front of him with a glazed expression. Never in his time of attending this school has he come this close to Yoongi. Yoongi is a quiet kid, he can’t be described as a delinquent since he doesn’t start in any trouble but he does voice his opinion from time to time and teachers hate that. Afterschool he watches the football team on the bleachers smoking cigarettes with his friends. The teachers don’t say anything because it’s after school hours and honestly they couldn’t care less if he would end up getting lung cancer in his mid thirties. 

Yoongi’s skin is soft and pale, and his eyes are dark, he has this intimidating aura that Jungkook didn’t feel comfortable with. “ Sorry,” Jungkook finally mutters out. Yoongi doesn’t say anything but walks past Jungkook, lightly brushing his shoulder with his. He can smell the dark cologne trying it’s best to bask the nicotine scent. Even though this may be the last time seeing Yoongi, he does not want to get on his bad side. 

---

Jungkook just got out of the shower when he sees that he got a missed call from you, he calls you back curious to what you have called him for. You immediately pick up,“ Hey! Are you busy right now?” 

Jungkook puts his phone on speaker, “ No, not really...why?,” he answers while putting on his boxers. 

“ Just bored...wanna hangout?,” you let out a sigh. 

Jungkook fingers combs through his damp hair, looking at his appearance through his bathroom mirror. He’s wearing comfortable baggy clothes and he wonders if he should dress up. “ Sure, what are we going to do?”

“ You ask too many questions. Just come over and bring your camera!” Jungkook wasn’t able to say anything afterwards because you hung up. His father was shocked to hear that his son wanted to borrow his car because Jungkook wasn't the type to hangout outside of school with his friends. Jungkook’s father was actually happy to hear this and asked if he needed any money and he politely declined his father. When arriving at your house he saw that no one else was parked on the driveway, his anxiety getting the best of him. He decided not to park in the driveway since he didn’t want to seem rude. He shoots you a text upon his arrival, and you open the door for him, greeting him with a smile.

“ My parents are visiting some family members and my sister is probably gonna spend the night with her boyfriend...so it’s just us,” you lead him to your room. He looks around your room and easily spots a minimalist aesthetic “ Sorry I just exercised. I’m going to take a quick shower,” you tell him, urging him to make himself comfortable. 

Jungkook gulps and sits on the chair by your desk. He sees makeup products and some old homework assignments that you yet to discard. There are several manga volumes and decide to read one hoping that you don’t mind. He’s a couple chapters in when he hears someone calling your name and coming upstairs, he freezes staring at the door wondering if your parents came home early. The door opens and he jolts when he comes face to face with Min Yoongi. 

“ What the hell are you doing here?,” Yoongi walks straight to Jungkook grabbing at the collar of the shirt. 

“ Uhh-I-I Y/N-,” Jungkook stammers out, cringing at how stupid he sounds. What the fuck why is Yoongi in your room? 

“ Yoongi!,” you yell at him. You come out of the bathroom only wearing a large t-shirt that covers just about to your mid thighs, your hair is still wet dripping on the shirt, and you come between the two men before Jungkook ends up with a black eye. Yoongi calms down as soon as you touch his wrist and he rolls his eyes at Jungkook gaping at the sight of him in your room. “ I didn’t expect you to come this early, Yoongi,” you look at Yoongi. You look nervously at the sight of Yoongi fuming ready to tear Jungkook's head.

“ What’s he doing here?,” Yoongi points at Jungkook. 

“ I’m just as confused as to why I’m exactly here…,” Jungkook is picking up his camera bag ready to leave the house. 

Your hand touches Jungkook's arm to cease him from leaving without your explanation, “ Stay please. Just let me explain,” you make eye contact with Jungkook. Nodding he sits down on the comfy chair, while waiting patiently for you to explain. Yoongi continues standing up despite you telling him to sit down too. “ I want you to film me and Yoongi,” you say confidently but there's a nervous shake near the end of your sentence, tugging nervously at the hem of your shirt, you look at Jungkook to see his reaction. 

Jungkook heart races,“ Doing what?,” his voice shakes, he knows what it is but he needs to be absolutely sure.

“ Me fucking her, you idiot,” Yoongi grunts looking at Jungkook. Yoongi looks at you with concern, “ You are not doing this because of last week. Baby, I was half kidding of doing a sex tape,” he comes closer moving some of the wet hair strands out of your face. 

Grabbing gently at his hand you kiss the back of his hand, “ I want to do it. When Jungkook was filming me I thought it wouldn’t be so bad for him to film us...just as long as no one else sees it, right?,” you look between Yoongi and Jungkook. Yoongi nods his head immediately in agreement but Jungkook looks hesitant scratching at his head.

“ I’ll do it. You can trust me, Y/N,” Jungkook finally says. Jungkook thinks to himself that this is the only opportunity he’ll ever see you naked so he’ll be an idiot to say no. The thought of him filming you in such a vulnerable way is erotic yet beautiful to him. 

“ Really?,” your eyes widen in excitement. Walking towards Jungkook you grab his hand giving him a comforting squeeze. Yoongi sighs at your actions but you ignore him looking at Jungkook’s pretty eyes. 

“ Yeah of course, Y/N. Let me get my stuff ready,” Jungkook feels your hand leave his and he goes through his camera bag. He watches you go to Yoongi and he hears Yoongi talking softly to you, caressing you as nod cutely to him. “ I’m all set,” Jungkook speaks clearly, interrupting the conversation that you and Yoongi had. “ Just do whatever you guys are comfortable with,” Jungkook gulps when Yoongi leads you to the bed.

Yoongi brings you on his lap, not hesitating to bring his lips to yours. You sigh at the feeling of his hands massaging your bare thighs feeling them move closer to your ass. The kiss grows more messier with each second, and you start grinding on him trying to relieve yourself. His hand grabs the back of your neck and he hums while forcing you to look at him. “ Who said you can do that?,” he tsk at the sight of your desparation. Yoongi turns your head whispering, “ Look at the camera.” Listening to his command you see Jungkook behind the camera and you feel more shy at Jungkook looking at you in a desperate state. “ Don’t act so coy. You like the thought of someone watching us,” he laughs lightly, his hand going under your shirt rubbing your stomach up and down not going anywhere you need him the most. “ Camera boy,” Yoongi sardonically calls Jungkook. 

“ Yes…,” Jungkook replies with hesisitance. 

“ Come closer to us,” Yoongi continues touching your body. 

Jungkook slowly walks closer to you and Yoongi, he has the camera focus on your face and smile shyly at him. Yoongi kisses your neck leaving a few love bites, finally letting his reach to your breast fondling it as you stare at the camera. “ Yoongi, I want more,” you squirm when he pinches your nipple at your plea. “ I’ll be good for you,” you beg and turn your head so you can kiss him again. It seems like he’s done with the teasing when he pulls your shirt over your head, quickly wrapping his mouth on your nipple. Tossing your head back you moan at the feeling, Jungkook brings the camera closer to your face. It turns you on more that he’s watching you in this state. 

Yoongi's mouth leaves your nipple and lets out a dark laugh, “ Look at her, she’s a whore for attention,” he slaps your breast causing you to hiss in delight.  Yoongi stares into the camera “ Did you know she would beg me to fuck her behind the bleachers?” The question is more posed for Jungkook rather than the camera. If Yoongi is honest he doesn’t like Jungkook. His distaste for Jungkook started when he noticed that his girl was taking an interest in Jungkook. Yoongi would see all pretty and perfect for the camera boy around school. He wanted to punch Jungkook when he sat too close to you during lunch looking at you like a kid in love. 

“ Yoongi don’t,” you whine at him for not to spill more stories about your devious sexacpades. Yoongi manhandles you, taking your panties off, throwing it to the side, and commands you to get on all fours. You love when he gets serious and mad since he takes all his emotions on you as he fucks you. His hands rub your folds spreading your wetness, the pleasure gets the best of you and you slightly drop your head down. 

He grabs your hair forcing you to look at the camera, “ Look at the camera,” he holds your hair tighter. He inserts two of his fingers in your entrance preparing you and you just want him to just shove his dick in you but he always makes sure you are completely prepared. “ Fuck, look at you soaking your sheets like a slut,” he laughs trying to make you feel more humalited. “ Always making a mess. Remember when I fucked you in the boys restroom at school,” he asked. Of course you remember he fucked you from behind and he gagged you with your own panties. You shake your head not wanting to let Jungkook know that you weren’t the model student in school. Yoongi let’s a boisterous laugh, “ Really? C’mon Camera Boy won’t tell anyone, right?,” Yoongi looks at Jungkook. 

Jungkook is all lost with words, he didn’t know you had this side of you. It was just twenty minutes ago he found out that he were dating Yoongi and now he finds out that you would have sex on campus. The thought of you getting fucked in the bathroom turned him on, he envisioned you trying to keep your cute little moans quite. He wondered if you went back to class as if everything was normal with cum inside you. A small part of him wished it was him doing those things to you. He finally answers Yoongi, “ I won’t tell anyone,” he gives you a look of comfort.

“ Good because I would kill you if you do. See Y/N, no need to deny how much of a slut you are,” Yoongi kisses your shoulder. Your cheeks redden despite how much of his statement is true. He lets go of your hair and you hear him rustling with his pants, turning your head you see him stroking his cock. You have the sudden urge to want to taste him in your mouth. He makes eye contact with you and you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. Turning your head back you stare at Jungkook, noticing his pants gone tighter. You wonder if Yoongi would be open to having Jungkook join. Maybe have him jerk off at the sight of you getting fuck by Yoongi. Or have him fuck your mouth as Yoongi takes you from behind. The options are endless and you get more wetter at the dirty thoughts. Your thoughts get interrupted when Yoongi slides his cock into you. His hands grab your hips possessively fucking into you deep and slow. 

“ Fuck Yoongi,” you moan his name. His thrust is getting deeper and his hands tighten as you clench around him. “ Do I feel good?,” you look at the camera.

He groans and his thrust are faster, “Shit-yeah. I could fuck you all the time,” he slaps your ass. Nodding your head in agreement, “ Your gonna miss me fucking this tight pussy? ,” he slaps your ass again. You can’t answer because he spreads your legs further apart trying to hit you deeper. Making you land face first onto the mattress. Your face is probably not in view to the camera but you don’t care, you just want to get lost in the feeling of Yoongi fucking you to obilivion. 

Jungkook comes to the bed and Yoongi watches him carefully as he pushes some of the hair that completely covers your face. Pushing the hair back he can see your pretty eyes that swarmed with lust along with your plump lips leaving out moans. “ Her face was covered. I just wanted a better shot,” Jungkook tries to defend himself.

Yoongi scoffs, “ Whatever man,” and he continues to fuck you at a faster rate. Causing you to moan his name louder. “ Such a fucking slut. Prancing around in your short skirts around school knowing guys would stare at you,” his hand finds your clit and pinches it. “ My little slut,” he whispers.

You feel your approach coming “ Can I cum? Pleaseee,” you whine more with each thrust. He rubs your clit faster, and you cry at how good he is fucking you. 

“Come for me,” he slaps your clit. Your eyes roll back as you moan loudly as he keeps hitting the spot that makes you see stars. You can tell that Yoongi is about to cum as his movement gets sloppier, squeezing your waist. He groans your name as he cums in you. Yoongi slumps down on you, “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he whispers in your ear. You smile dumbly at his compliment. Yoongi gets up from your back, pulling himself out of you. Yoongi looks at Jungkook still holding his camera, “ You can stop recording,” he looks down and sees Jungkook sporting a boner. 

“ Sorry,” Jungkook turns off the camera. 

“ You’re good,” Yoongi disregards the needless apology. Yoongi hastily pulls up his boxers and pants, bending down he helps you turn around so you are now laying on your back. Leaning down he kisses you softly on your cheeks making his way to your lips. You sigh happily into the kiss. “ I love you,” he kisses you one last time. 

“ No, I love you,” you smile cheekily. 

Yoongi smiles pinching your nose,“ Brat.”

Jungkook stands in your room not knowing what to do just simply watching the interaction you have with Yoongi. “ I’ll have the video sent to you by tomorrow morning,” he interrupts the scene. He makes his way to his camera bag.

“ You should stay,” you tell Jungkook. Yoongi gives you a look, getting up from his position and going to your bathroom. You hear the water faucet and you assume he is getting a wet towel for you. Jungkook eyes widen, not knowing to accept or refuse your proposal since Yoongi is against the idea. “ Stay. I’ll order pizza and we can all watch movies. You know as a thank you for filming us,” you give him a hopeful smile. 

Yoongi comes back with the wet towel, grabbing your shirt on the floor along with new panties.“ Jungkook, you can stay,” he looks at Jungkook. “ Spread your legs for me baby,” Yoongi kisses your knee. You do as you're told and he cleans you.

Million things are going inside Jungkook's head.  Should he stay? Would that be weird? Wouldn’t it be more weird if he declined, he did see you and Yoongi naked already-- “ Jungkook what pizza toppings do you want?,” you ask while scrolling on the delivery app. He must have been spaced out for a couple minutes since you have clothes on. Yoongi is combing your hair through his fingers while looking at your phone. “ As long as it is not pineapple,” Yoongi comments.  

“ Anything is fine,” Jungkook finally answers. He hears you hum and you order whatever topping you want. Jungkook puts his equipment on your desk, he decides to sit at the end of the bed not wanting to cross the line. 

You finish ordering the food, laying your head on Yoongi’s chest, you stare at Jungkook awkwardly sitting on the bed. “ Come closer, we don’t bite,” you tell Jungkook. You pat beside you so he can come forward. Jungkook looks at Yoongi for permission and you roll your eyes. Looking at Yoongi, he nods his head as if to say okay. One Punch Man is playing and surprisingly there is no more tension in the room, but filled with careless laughter. The doorbell rings, “ Pizza is here, I’ll be back,” you kiss Yoongi on the cheek. 

Jungkook prayed that you didn’t leave him alone with Yoongi but you already left. “ Jungkook, you’re going to the same school as Y/N, yeah? ” Yoongi asked but he still continues watching the anime.

“ Yeah,” Jungkook answers nervously.

“ Take care of her for me,” Yoongi finally looks at him. 

Jungkook feels like Yoongi's words hold a deeper meaning but regardless Jungkook nods, “ Uhh-yeah okay.”

Yoongi moves his attention back to the anime once he hears your footsteps.  

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: i hit 200 followers!! as celebration, i put out a list of 40 prompts and you can send me an ask with up to three and i will write a one-shot including them! i have already received one request and i’m already in the process of writing it but i would love to write more!

Masterlist

Chapter 23

You inhaled sharply as you sat up in the hospital bed. Spencer looked at you, concerned.

“The doctor gave you the option to stay here for one more night. Are you sure you want to be discharged today?” Spencer asked.

“I need to go home. It’s so boring here. I’ll heal quicker at home, I promise,” you whined.

“Scientifically, that’s not possible but fine. Don’t think for a second that I’m going against the doctor’s orders though. Bed rest for a week,” Spencer brushed the stray hairs off your face and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“You’re no fun,” you pouted as he helped you into the wheelchair.

“I think Jo and Penelope have a little surprise for you waiting at home that will cheer you up,” Spencer smiled.

-

Spencer insisted on carrying you bridal-style through the front door because you couldn’t walk up the steps.

“We’re not officially married yet,” you teased.

“Oh hush, I’d keep you in my arms forever if I could,” he pulled you closer to his chest.

You snuggled into his cardigan that smelled like an old bookstore, “I guess I wouldn’t mind that either.”

Spencer slowly put you down and opened the door to your bedroom. Technically, it was you and Spencer’s shared bedroom now because he hardly ever used his bedroom now other than as storage for his things. Most of his clothes had already migrated to your closet and one of your bedside tables now had piles of books, a journal with chicken scratch, and his reading glasses atop it.

Inside, you saw Jo and Penelope holding heart balloons that said “Get Well Soon!” and a big teddy bear.

“Awww, thank you, my lovelies,” you smiled.

“I brought the mini fridge from my office so you are fully stocked with waters, juice, ice cream, fruit, whatever your little heart desires,” Penelope chirped.

“Thank you, Pen. You didn’t have to do that. I feel bad now. Where are you going to put your lunch?”

“Nonsense, my dear! There’s a fridge in the break room I can use. Don’t worry about me,” she assured you.

“And I made you drawings, Mommy,” Jo gestured to the walls of the room covered in colorful crayon sketches of animals, dinosaurs, trees, and people.

“Oh my god, these are so gorgeous, Jo! They are definitely going to help me get better, thank you.”

Jo hopped up on the bed to give you a hug.

“You’re welcome, Mommy,” she said as you planted a kiss on her head.

“Alright, I’m going to head out. Let me know if there’s anything I or anyone else at the BAU can do, literally anything, you just name it,” Penelope stated.

“Bye, Pen. Thank you so much,” you waved.

“Do you want soup? Spring rolls? Tea? What can I do for you, love?” Spencer eagerly asked.

“Could you please see if we have the ingredients for a cake for a special little 7 year-old?” you grinned.

“One cake, coming right up,” Spencer nodded, “Jo, do you want to help or stay with Mommy?”

“Stay with Mommy,” Jo grabbed the TV remote and curled into your side.

“Can you handle it?” you asked hesitantly, knowing baking wasn’t really Spencer’s forte.

“I will try my best,” he smiled, “And if not, I will go to the store.”

-

An hour later, Spencer opened the bedroom door, holding a chocolate cake with purple candles. He looked absolutely adorable, he was wearing your sunflower apron and he had flour residue on his nose.

“As promised,” he smiled, setting the cake down.

Jo was practically drooling as the cake was set in front of her.

“Hold on, I need to get plates and forks!” Spencer rushed out of the room and down the stairs.

“You better hurry. Jo looks like she is ready to just start eating it with her hands,” you laughed.

-

A week later, you woke up super early and jumped out of bed, dancing around a little in Spencer’s sweater, your PJ shorts, and fuzzy socks.

“Bed rest is over!” you cheered quietly to yourself, going downstairs to make banana bread.

Spencer came down fifteen minutes later as you were dancing around the kitchen to your music and whisking the batter.

“Bed rest is over,” you beamed as he came up behind you, tucking his chin into your neck and squeezing you softly, leaving a kiss as he pulled away.

“I love you,” he grinned.

“And I love you too...Spence, I was thinking…” you turned to face him after you put the pan in the oven.

“About what?” he asked, leaning against the kitchen counter with his mug of coffee.

“I don’t want to wait any longer. Can we please get married already?” you asked.

“Like now now?” he smiled softly.

“Like as soon as we can but still having a small ceremony so our friends and family don’t kill us for eloping,” you placed your hands on his chest.

“JJ and Will had their wedding in Rossi’s backyard,” Spencer suggested.

“Penelope did say if we needed anything, just ask,” you grinned.

Spencer already had his phone out of his pocket before you could say anything else. He dialed Rossi and put it on speaker.

“Reid, to what do I owe this pleasure on a lovely Tuesday morning,” Rossi spoke through the phone.

“Hey, Rossi. Y/N and I kind of have a big favor to ask,” Spencer began.

“Name it.”

-

Everything was a whirlwind after that. You decided Saturday evening would be best for the wedding so you and Spencer had exactly five days to coordinate your wedding.

Luckily, the team took care of most of the planning like the caterer and the set-up of Rossi’s backyard but you and Spencer’s opinions were still needed for everything from which flowers you wanted in your bouquet to what flavor of cake.

You and Spencer sat in bed one night criss-cross across from each other and you each had a little journal and pen in your hand. You both wrote your vows over the next hour. Spencer would occasionally look up at you, stare for a minute, silently smiling, and then continue jotting something down.

Spencer pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and leaned over your journal.

“No peeking!” you rolled on your back, flailing your legs so he couldn’t get to your journal.

“Ugh fine, I surrender,” he laughed, grabbing on to your legs to stop your movements, “I guess I can wait 3 more days.”

He leaned down to kiss you.

“3 more days,” you repeated with a dreamy smile.

-

You and Jo met the BAU ladies at a boutique to get dresses for everyone. You had decided on a dusty blue for the bridesmaid dress color but you let them choose which style they wanted so everyone was matching but still got to decide which dress they liked best.

Jo was essentially given free rein in the children’s section of the store and chose a pale pink dress with a bow on the back that would serve as her flower girl dress.

After all that was settled, everyone gathered on the couch near the fitting room to watch you try on dresses, you had been saying from the start that you just wanted something simple. All the options in the store were overwhelming to you but the girls insisted you at least try on a little of everything to get a feel for it.

You came out in a huge poofy wedding dress courtesy of Penelope.

Jo burst out in giggles, “Mommy looks like a cupcake.”

“I think anything overly poofy is ruled out. I want to be able to pee without the help of 3 bridesmaids,” you walked back into the fitting room.

Next was a gown with lots of detailed beading and lace and a long train.

“I think it’s too much,” you sighed, “Plus, I don’t want to trip on this train while walking down the aisle,” you returned to the stall.

You walked out of the dressing room once more and everyone gasped.

“Oh my god,” Penelope was fanning her face to dry the fast-forming tears.

“Y/N, I don’t want to speak for you but I think this is the one,” JJ smiled.

The dress you were wearing was a white satin gown. It was a maxi dress with spaghetti straps and it hugged your hips but was loose around your legs so it was still comfortable.

“It’s perfect,” you smiled softly, looking in the mirror.

Jo hopped off of Emily’s lap and joined you on the little stage, still in her flower girl dress, doing a little twirl. You started to cry from all the happiness and pent-up excitement you were feeling.

-

“Hey, how’d it go?” Spencer asked when you got home.

You rounded the corner to the couch where he was laying.

“That good?” he asked.

“What?” you furrowed your brow, looking at him in confusion because you hadn’t said anything yet.

“You have remnants of mascara on your cheeks indicating that you were crying and that means you must have found the perfect dress because Jo is over there grinning like a fool,” Spencer smiled.

“You know you’re a retired profiler, right?” you teased.

“Mommy looked so pretty, Daddy! You wouldn’t even believe it!” Jo exclaimed.

“Oh, I believe it, Princess,” Spencer lifted Jo up on to his lap, “I know it’s against the rules for me to see Mommy’s dress but can you do a fashion show for me with yours?”

Jo nodded enthusiastically, running up to her room with the bag in her hand.

“Ready!” she called out a few minutes later.

“Now introducing your royal highness, Princess Josephine Y/L/N-Reid,” Spencer announced as Jo walked down the stairs, doing a fancy royal wave.

A/N: i absolutely can not wait to write the wedding chapter

[restlessfandoming]

“family holiday” (pt. 2) (chilumi fic)

[SPOILERS FROM 1.1 STORY QUESTS]

Lumine finally arrives in Snezhnaya and takes Childe’s offer of visiting his home (mansion). 

(EVEN MORE DOMESTIC FLUFF OWO)

[part one here]

so it’s come to my attention that childe has older siblings too so OOPS MY BAD LOL

ill just finish up this story with the headcannon that he’s he oldest and prob incorporate the older siblings in future works :p

thank you all for your patience! 

[Fic Masterlist]

“family holiday” (pt. 2)

Lumine stood speechless as Childe spoke to the old toyseller about their “family.” The children were too preoccupied with their new toys to even pay attention to what their older brother was saying. Soon enough, the transaction was done, and he was walking away from the counter. 

The old woman waved goodbye cheerfully. “What a wonderful husband you have,” she said. 

AH? She couldn’t find the words to answer her. 

“Sweetheart? We’d better go—the children are already in the street,” Childe called to her from the doorway. The old woman nodded enthusiastically, and Lumine gave her an awkward smile as she turned away. 

Lumine practically stomped her way to Childe, and would’ve grabbed him by the collar if Teucer hadn’t fallen asleep in her arms. “So care to explain what you were doing back there?” she whispered aggressively. 

“Tonia! Anthon! Stay close!” he called after the children who were showing off their toys to each other down the street. He turned to Lumine. “What was that?”

She glared at him. “Telling that old woman that we’re,” she took in a sharp breath, “a family?” Heat crawled into her cheeks. She hoped Childe wouldn’t notice. 

He shrugged. “It was just easier to avoid explaining the whole situation; I’m not a fan of dragging an innocent old woman into our business.” 

Ahg...he’s not wrong… “You didn’t have to be so enthusiastic about it,” she mumbled. She buried her face in Teucer’s hair, embarrassed as she recalled his words about her as his wife and mother of his children. Him agreeing that she was so beautiful. 

She shuffled away from Childe as quickly as she could with Teucer in her arms. Her whole body was rolling with heat. At this point, I won’t need a coat…

“Something the matter, Lumine?” Childe’s voice rang out next to her. She nearly jumped out of her own skin. Damn him and his long legs. 

“Absolutely not,” she lied. “Just cold.”

“Your face looks quite warm.” She could hear the beginnings of a smirk in his voice. “Do you have a problem with us being a couple?” 

She stopped in her tracks, and faced him. “We are not a c-couple.” 

He took a step in, closer, towering over her. He leaned down. “Do you want to be?”

...

?!

Is he serious?!

His ocean eyes held a steady, intense gaze with her, and Lumine didn’t find herself saying no. 

...Do I?!

She hadn’t ever thought of it—them, together—save for a few fleeting thoughts when they spent a lot of time together, ones she didn’t ever take seriously. But did Childe actually like her? 

Do I actually like him?

Lumine blinked. “I—”

“Brother! Lumine! Hurry up!” Tonia shouted from down the road. 

Childe let out the smallest of sighs. He gave Lumine a strained smile before taking Teucer from her. “Thank you for carrying him.” Then he walked past her, towards his siblings. 

Lumine stood there, frozen by their exchange. 

What was she going to say? She had started speaking before her mind had even come up with an answer. She glanced down the road, at Childe lovingly taking care of his brothers and sister. 

Was I going to say yes?

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Big brother always makes the yummiest food!” Tonia said with a mouthful of chocolate cake. 

The family was all sat around the dining table, eating the cake Chlide promised Tonia.

Paimon nodded, wiping the corners of her mouth. “You have lots of money, you can make really good food...Paimon might be warming up to you, Childe.”

Yes, he does cook really well surprisingly… Lumine thought while chewing through her own cake slice. He just keeps surprising me today… She shoveled more cake in her mouth when she remembered what he had asked her earlier. 

“I’m glad you like it,” Childe said, then stood up. “Looks like everyone is almost done; let’s start cleaning up, okay?” 

The children nodded, beginning to pile their plates and utensils in the sink, and wiping down the table. 

“Thank you.” He pointed to the mess of supplies they had used to make the cake earlier. “Can you guys clean this up too?” There was a unanimous ‘yes’ as Childe started washing the dishes. 

Watching all the siblings made her heart ache for Aether even more. She wished he could be there, in the kitchen with her. They didn’t even have to be travelling worlds anymore; she wished he was there for something as mundane as baking a cake together. 

She walked up next to Childe at the sink. “I’ll clean up everything. You should spend time with your siblings.” 

He scoffed while continuing to clean the dishes. “I’m not going to let you do all that work.” He looked around the room. “Plus they’re cleaning up with me anyway.” 

She frowned. You’re missing precious time with your family. “But—”

He held out a washcloth. “Or how about you help me and it’ll go twice as fast?”

Lumine sighed and took the cloth, starting to wash the plates next to Childe. Their elbows bumped into each other every so often. 

Soon, the children were done with their tasks, all chatting while waiting for Childe and Lumine to finish the dishes. 

“Lumine?” Teucer asked shyly. 

“Yes?” she answered while wiping a glass cup. 

“Do you think you and Big Brother could give us another sibling?”

CRACK. The glass in Lumine’s hand shattered. 

Childe froze, then let out a nervous laugh. “Teucer...why are you asking that?”

“Well...I don’t want to be the youngest anymore. I always get babied!” he whined innocently. 

Tonia jumped up. “I want a younger sister too! I’m tired of being the only girl!”

“Yea!” Teucer jumped up with his sister. “And Anthon said that babies only come from a grown-up boy and a grown-up girl!”

Anthon put his head in his hands. “When you asked me, I didn’t think you’d ask big brother…”

“Teucer, we don’t go around asking random adults to give us siblings, right?” Childe said. 

“And, I’m not your mom, Teucer,” Lumine explained. “Even if we had a kid, it would be your niece or nephew.” 

“Oh,” Teucer said, thinking. “Well, can we have one of those?” 

Childe and Lumine looked at each other—briefly, accidentally—and quickly broke their shared gaze. Lumine turned her attention to the ceiling while Childe looked down into the sink. 

“You’re bleeding,” he said. Huh? Lumine looked down to see her ring finger had been cut from breaking the glass cup. 

“Bleeding?” Teucer and Tonia gasped. 

“Bandages! We have to find bandages!” Paimon shouted, flying out of the room. Anthon stood up, dashing out of the room as well with Teucer and Tonia following; all four were soon screaming around the house for bandages. 

Lumine held her hand up. “It’s not too bad.” She looked at the shattered glass pieces. “Sorry about the cup.”

“Don’t worry about the cup,” he said. He gently took her hand to examine the cut. “Hm. You’re right it’s not too bad.” The blood started trickling down her finger. “Ah—” 

Before she knew it, Childe had her finger in his mouth, sucking the blood away. 

“What are you doing?!” Lumine asked, panicked, lightly pulling her hand away from him. 

His hand still gripped hers. “What?”

“I—” She had a flashback to earlier. Do you want to be? 

“About earlier,” he said, his voice dropped. Lumine felt his grip tighten. 

“Did you mean it?” she interrupted. A look between the two.

“That depends on your answer.”

Down the hallway, they heard the rumble of the children’s footsteps approaching. Both Lumine and Childe grimaced slightly in annoyance; Childe’s eye twitched. Interrupted once again.

“Bandages! We have bandages!” Teucer announced, running into the room. 

“I have bandages,” Anthon corrected, coming in after him. “They all just yelled and screamed while I actually found them.” The two other children and Paimon smiled sheepishly. 

“Thank you, Anthon,” Childe said, patting him on the head. He took the bandages, and began wrapping it around Lumine’s finger. Lumine hoped the children wouldn’t question why her face was so red. 

Then, Tonia came close, and kissed her bandage. “Big brother always does that to my bandages; he says it helps!” 

Lumine smiled softly at her. “Yes, thank you, Tonia—it feels much better.” 

“Okay, well, I think it’s time for bed, everyone,” Childe said, rather quickly.

“Bedtime? But it’s so early…,” Teucer said. 

“It’s been a long day,” Childe countered. He started hurdling the children upstairs. “Bedtime!” 

“Paimon would rather fight a gang of hilichurls than look after them all the time,” Paimon said, sighing heavily. “They’re so much work!”

Lumine raised a brow. “You didn’t do anything except eat.” 

“That’s still tiring!” She yawned. “Speaking of which, that chocolate cake really made Paimon sleepy...Goodnight, Lumine!” She disappeared into her world in a blink. 

Lumine let out a small chuckle. She could always rely on Paimon to lighten her mood. She then went up the stairs to find Childe. 

She found him in Teucer’s room, saying goodnight and tucking in the youngest brother. 

“Goodnight, Lumine!” Teucer called to the doorway. Lumine waved in response. Soon, Childe came out and shut the door behind him. 

“I’d better head out and find a nearby Inn or something,” Lumine said. 

“You’re not serious, are you?” Childe asked. “You think I’d invite you to my home and not even offer you a place to stay?” 

“You’ve already done so much.”

He gestured around the large hallway. “We have plenty of room. Save yourself a trip out into the cold, and some Mora.”

Lumine bit her lip. “Okay, fine.” 

“Good,” he said, before heading into Tonia’s room. Lumine followed, watching him say his goodnights to his sister and tucking her in for the night. 

“Noo, please don’t go yet!” Tonia whined under the blankets when he started to leave. 

“Okay, okay,” Childe conceded. He turned to Lumine standing in the doorway. “Sorry, could I ask you to check on Anthon and make sure he’s getting ready for bed as well?”

Lumine nodded. She walked down the hallway and entered Anthon’s room. He was sitting up in his bed, playing with his new Lawachurl action figure. 

“Hey, Anthon,” Lumine said. “You ready for bed?”

Anthon nodded, then put his toy on his bedside table. He sat near his pillows, then looked at Lumine, waiting. 

Oh. She walked over to the side of the bed, and helped Anthon get under the blankets, then awkwardly tucked him in, remembering how Childe did to Tonia and Teucer. 

“Hey Lumine?” Anthon asked. 

“Hmm?”

“Are you and my brother going to get married?”

Lumine choked on her spit. What? “Why—why do you say that?” she asked, attempting to maintain her composure. 

He tilted his head innocently, confused. “Well he’s never brought someone home before. So that means you’re special, right?”

She thought for a second. Everything that had happened today. “I don’t know. But I am glad I got to come here, and meet you and Tonia.” She smiled at him. 

Anthon smiled back. “I’m glad I got to meet you too. I hope you stay with my brother.” 

“Me too,” she found herself saying. Staying with Childe...wouldn’t be so bad…

“Goodnight, Lumine,” Anthon said, closing his eyes. 

“Goodnight, Anthon,” she said back to him, then left his room, closing his door quietly. 

...

“You are,” Childe said behind her. 

She jumped slightly, turning. “You have to stop sneaking up on me like that.”

He chuckled. “Sorry, a habit of mine.” He locked eyes with her. “But you are. You are special.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “So what you asked me earlier? You meant it?”

“Did you mean what you said to Anthon? That you hope to stay with me?”

“Stop answering my questions with more questions.” 

“How about we both say our answers on the count of three?” 

“Why are you always so weird?” 

A small smile from Childe. “One.”

“...Two,” Lumine murmured. 

“Three.”

…

…

… 

“Yes,” they both said. 

A pause. A breath. 

Then, Childe grinned. “What’s this? The traveler has fallen for me?” he teased. 

Her cheeks burned. “I could say the same thing to you.” 

“Seeing you get flustered so easily...It’s hard to believe you’re the strongest person I’ve ever faced.” 

“Shut up,” Lumine said, grabbing his collar. 

He smirked. “Or what? You’ll fight me—?”

She stood up on her tip toes and kissed him. 

Then, she pulled back, and saw his eyes were wide, his face flushed. Her turn to smirk. “Hm. Nice to see you’re the one who’s flustered now.”

“Uh-oh, you’re making this into a competition,” he said. “And you know I always have to win.” He cupped her face in his hands, kissing Lumine until she was weak in the knees. 

And for the first time in forever, Lumine felt a warm happiness—true happiness—radiate from her soul. 

Yes, I want to stay with Childe.

[vibraniumwing]

my stars know about you.

a sam wilson x fem!reader blurb wherein sam finds the old videos the reader has when he was snapped away.

WARNING: a bit of angst and tfatws spoilers for those who haven't watched but aside from that, nothing else.

A/N: ha yes hello i impulsively wrote this bcs my muse was so high all of a sudden and i have this monologue ready for it. listened to this playlist right here and wendy ft. john legend’s written in the stars <3 also, is this still a blurb ??

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Sam had promised you he would clean around the house while you go on a fun little weekend with Sarah and the boys, wanting to give you more time to relax and be around his family; his lips churning up into a small yet giddy smile at the thought of the small velvet box hiding somewhere in your shared room that contained the necklace you’ve been eyeing whenever the two of you could go out.

He was half-way done with the things hidden in your work drawer when he came across a flash drive that had a label written on it called visual diary. His brows furrowed lightly as walked to his side of the office, opening his laptop and plugged it in, opening the files to see multiple videos titled with dates, the first one from all the way back in 2018.

Sam shifted in his seat, clicking on that certain video only to be greeted by your tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes, under eyes dark from the possible lack of sleep. His heart dropped at the distraught look on your face as you took a deep breath in before looking into the camera.

“hey sam, it’s me. it’s一 it’s been exactly five days since Nat called me about how you were one of the people who, unfortunately, got snapped into non-existence.”

The way you spoke caused goosebumps to form along his skin, realizing that these were probably videos you'd made five years ago, when the snap happened. Sam’s heart was shattered at how lost you looked from the other side of the screen, wanting nothing more than to cradle you in his arms.

“I’m with Sarah right now, she’s sleeping in her room with Aj and Cass. She’s been strong, but you can see the worry in her eyes一 she’s holding up much better than I am though. I’ve been such a mess, I can’t look into the mirror without seeing… feeling you beside me. I miss you.”

Sam stopped the video, his own tears starting to choke him upon seeing the state that you and his younger sister have been. He knew that it was hard, after seeing Sarah struggle with the family business and keeping things together; seeing you wake up at night with cold sweat glistening on your skin as you jolted up from yet another nightmare of him not coming back.

He wanted to stop from diving deep into the videos but his curiosity was stronger. He scrolled through some more videos, randomly clicking on one.

This time, Sam was greeted with a somewhat cheery you, out on the hill you first confessed your attraction to him一 the same night he admitted that he loves you more than a friend, where everything started between the both of you.

“hey there, handsome. i surely hope you can recognize where i’m at right now, if not, then i guess i’m kicking your ass.”

He chuckled, finding your humor amusing despite how lackluster your tone was as you spoke into the camera. Sam reached up to trace your features that were present on his screen, remembering every single feature of yours, engraving it into the forefront of his mind.

“today’s the day we’re supposed to celebrate our first anniversary, sammy. we should’ve been in hawaii by now, swimming with the fishes or explore the beauty of that island. instead, i’m here, in my car alone on the hill where we first admitted our feelings for each other.”

Sam didn’t fail to notice how you were trying your best to hold back your tears, taking note of how your tongue poked the inside of your cheek一 a habit he noticed you would do whenever fighting strong emotions一 and he whispered a small, “Don’t hold your tears back, sweetheart.” and as if you heard him, you let out a small chuckle.

“if you were here right now, i know you would say something like, “don’t bottle those tears up, beautiful” or something along those lines. i want you to know that i’m trying, sam. but it’s hard, it’s been five long months since you’ve been gone and i don’t know how long i can last without hearing you say you love me or your obnoxious laughter that would resonate through the house.”

“I love you, baby.” was all that left Sam’s lips, tongue jutting out to dampen his lips as he listened to you speak, mind blank as too many thoughts about what he wants to say to you as of the moment are too much.

“i’ve told the stars about your laughter. it’s niche and cliche, i know, but mom told me to tell them all about the people i treasure the most whenever i can’t tell others about them.”

“i told them about how beautiful you are一 about how scintillating your eyes are that they could battle even the brightest star in the sky tonight. i let my stars know about how amazing of a chef you are even though you almost burnt my old apartment’s kitchen down because you forgot about the cake you tried so hard to bake.”

Sam cringed at the memory, nose scrunching up in disbelief that he could forget such a simple task; he spent the night apologizing and all you ever did was smile and lean in to give him a kiss in hopes to shut him up.

“i told my stars about how brilliant you are一 how your words are so deep even with the shortest sentences, about how you can easily captivate me and a bunch of others with the stories that you speak… about how much love you have for me and for everyone you care for. it never ceases to amaze me how you can stand up and fight for the people that you love.”

At this point, Sam was already in tears as you shared about how you spoke about him. He adored how your eyes were filled with that well-known fondness you have whenever you speak about something you love.

As the video ended, Sam was left to look at the reflection of himself on the screen, staring at his reflection as your words echoed in his mind. He always listened to you ramble on about how everyone’s destiny was written somewhere in the skies, their lives aligned like the constellations that shined bright in the nighttime.

Normally, he would brush it off, skeptic to that belief but as he tuned into your stories, he can’t help but believe that in what you were saying. Sam was about to play another video when he heard the familiar jangle of your keys in the front door.

Sam pulled out of his chair and raced over there to meet you, immediately engulfing you in a tight hug before you could even close the door. “Hello, beautiful.” he softly greeted, pulling away to place a light kiss on your temple. “How was your weekend away with Sarah and the boys?”

You chuckled softly at the sudden affection he was giving, dropping your duffel bag on the floor to wrap your arms around his torso, feeling how relaxed he was against you. “It was great! Could’ve been better if you were there to be with us.” you answered, reaching up to peck his lips a few times, making the latter smile. “What’s with the affection? Did you break something, Samuel? Wait一 were you crying?”

He shook his head, adamant in admitting that he was, he lifted you up easily as he took you over to your shared office, sitting back down on his office chair with you in his lap as he showed you the compilation of the videos, “I… I found the flash drive while cleaning and I got a little too curious and decided to see what was on it and well, turns out I got a bit more than what I expected.”

“I was going to show them to you one day, Sam.” you admitted, making yourself comfortable as you snuggled up to him, his arms laced around you securely. “But I wanted to make it a bit more… special since this was a very vulnerable time for me.” the softness in your voice made him curl a single digit under your chin to make you look at him.

“I’m sorry that I left you alone for that long, baby girl.” Sam apologized, feeling incredibly guilty for leaving. Despite knowing it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t bring himself to accept that you and his sister had to spend so many years without him. “I know you’ve told me multiple times that I shouldn’t say sorry, but I can’t help it. You’ve waited for so long.”

“And I’ll wait a million more if it meant I could be with you.” you cut him off, shifting slightly to make you face him completely. “You can go anywhere, anytime, for how long and I would wait for you to come back every single time. So please don’t feel guilty about it, love.” your hands holding the sides of his face as you start to pepper it with gentle kisses.

You smile at his peaceful expression, “My heart is in peace knowing that we’re written somewhere in the stars.” you say to him softly, squishing his cheeks in a playful manner, light laughter filling up the room.

Sam smiled, sealing the feather-like kisses with his lips on yours, capturing it for an intimate one that conveyed how much love he has for you, resting his forehead on yours right after. “You know that I love you, right Y/N?”

“I do and I love you so much more, Sam.”

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[rikusempai]

Hi! Could I request when Luke accidentally called MC mom and MC responds super nonchalant like “yes sweetheart” or something like that?

Luke calling MC mom

[FEM!Mc x Luke]platonic!fluff!

Author note: Thanks for waiting, sorry this took so long! I haven’t check my messages in so long. Hope you like it.

Key:

F/C - Favourite Colour

Scenario: Luke accidentally calls MC mom and MC casually responds “Yes sweetheart”

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MC was feeling good today, it was her weekly baking lessons at the purgatory hall. She was never really was good at baking but ever since Luke offered to teach her she’s been getting better and better each day.

Plus MC enjoyed hanging out there, it gave her some space away from the chaos that is The House of Lamentation. She felt more relaxed there, she really enjoyed hangout with the two angels and the shady sorcerer.

Luke was always so sweet to her, in class he would always bring her something he baked the other day or offered to eat lunch with her. He was such a clingy angel and honesty MC didn’t mind, Luke would stick like glue to her.

MC didn’t have any siblings, but was good with kids. Yes, Luke is much more older than her being an angel and such but he was more or less a 10 year old boy. The two we’re such a cute sight, a small little angel glaring at every demon that passed, and a sweet human girl trying to stop the little angel from getting other demons mad.

They were stuck to each other like glue. Even when MC was not with Luke, the angel couldn’t stop talking about her. Some say it seemed like a puppy crush on Lukes end but it was more like a son and his mother. MC always cared about Luke with a motherly love, she really adored him; He always brightened up her day.

Simeon was really thankful for MC. He was worried at first about the exchange program, Lukes idea of demons being his main worry. But thanks to MC he felt a lot more relaxed, Luke had someone else to look after him. Not that it was MCs duty to take care of Luke, Simeon was just happy that Luke found someone he could trust.

The hot weather of the Devildom left MC sweating as she walked down the brimstone streets. She wore jean shorts, a (F/C) t-shirt, and her hair tied up. She really didn’t care about the lingering stares of passing demons, she just really needed air conditioning.

Once she made it into Purgatory hall a gust of cool air hit her face, she let out a sigh of relief. “MC!” She heard a familiar voice echoing of the halls. She looks up to see the one and only little angel running up to her.

“Hey Luke” she says as she walks towards him with her arms open. Luke quickly hugged MC and pulled her sleeve with a huge smile on his face. “I’m so glad you’re here!” “I would never miss a lesson” She says as she walked through the halls to the kitchen.

There in the kitchen sat Simeon and Solomon at the white marble island. “Hello MC” Solomon greeting her first looking up from his Grimore. “Nice to see you Mc” Simeon greats her next, slightly waving his slender hand.

“Hey guys” She says as she walks into the room. Luke lets go of MCs’ sleeve and rushed to one of the bottom cabinets. Reaching inside he pulls out two aprons, handing one to MC with a hop in his step. “Here you go!” He chirped.

“Thank you” MC took the (F/C) apron and put it on, finishing it off with a bow in the back. “So what are we going to bake today?” MC asks clasping her hands together. Luke pulls out a cream coloured baking book and flips a couple pages.

“I saw this really tasty looking cake on the latest Madam Screams sweets magazine and I wanted to put a more... Celestial twist to it” he shows MC the magazine with the cake. “Cool, lets get started” MC says.

“O-ok, um you get the bowls on the top shelf” Luke tells her. MC nodded her head and headed for the top cabinets well Luke gathered up the ingredients.

“Hey mom” Luke asked nonchalantly as if it came out natural. MC looked to him after grabbing the bowls “yes sweetheart?” She asked. “Could you pass- WAIT I-!” Luke freaked out.

His face yearned bright red from the laughs from Simeon and Solomon still at the island. “I-I didn’t mean that, i-it came out so naturally I!”

MC tuned red as well, the words fell so naturally out of her mouth. Luke was like a son to her, she couldn’t help but love him like one.

“How cute” Solomon smirked, his hand covering his mouth trying to disguise his laugh. Simeon seemed to also try to hid his laugh, a little more composed that Solomon.

“Shut up Solomon!!” Luke yelled puffing out his cheeks in embarrassment. “I’m sorry Luke I didn’t mean too” MC apologize sheepishly.

Luke looked her way and tugged on her sleeve with embarrassment, “it’s ok it’s just...” He trailed off, his head down in embarrassment. “It’s ok Luke, it slipped out”.

MC wrapped her arms around Luke, engulfing his tiny figure. “Don’t worry about it sweetie” she says smiling. The two other boys chuckle.

They really are like two peas in a pod.

Masterlist

[comfortwriting]

Diamond Flower - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompts

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Prompts 25, 28 & 30. 

25: “Do you think she’ll like the ring?” He asked sounding nervous. 

28: You held the letter close to your heart and blushed, giggling like a little girl.

30: Tiptoeing into your room, admiring you dreaming away, he placed your presents at the end of the bed and left. 

About: The reader hates her birthday and Fred wants to change that. 

Warnings: food and eating, death of y/n’s mother during birth.

Sitting down at the dinner table with the rest of your boyfriends family, you looked around the kitchen to see where he and his twin were, Molly muttered under her breath in annoyance and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Where are they! those two would be late to their own bloody wedding!” she huffed, passing you the dish of mashed potatoes. 

“I’m sure they just got carried away, you know what they’re like” you reassured her, putting the mash on your plate “they’ll be home any minute”

Fred and George went to Diagon Alley for the day, they said they had business plans to handle with the shop being so successful but instead, George was helping his twin look for an engagement ring. 

“bit naff proposing on her birthday though, isn’t it?” he asked, looking at different rings. 

Fred shook his head walking over to the next cabinet “she hates her birthday and we already talked about this years ago, it would give her a reason to be happy and to celebrate it.”

George spotted a ring with a sparkling ruby, pointing at it “so that's the only reason why you’re proposing then?” 

Fred rolled his eyes and slapped his brothers arm, looking at the ring and shaking his head, focusing on the other ones.

“is it fuck, you’re starting to sound like Ron, Georgie.”

Fred stopped in his tracks, picking up the perfect ring, the diamond shaped like a flower. “I’m marrying Y/N because I love her, George.”

Fred tapped on the glass and called out to the saleswoman behind the counter ���Can I get this ring please?”

Fred turned to face his brother “I just want the most depressing day of the year for her to be one of the happiest, something for her to be happy about, you know?”

The saleswoman took out her wand and unlocked the cabinet, picking up the ring. “the ring size?”

Fred took out his square piece of paper and handed it to her, the lady smiled and tapped the ring with her wand, changing its size. 

All three of them walked back over to the counter, the saleswoman putting it inside a sleek dark blue box. 

“but why is she so against her birthday?” George asked, focusing on the ring box.

Fred focused on the ring box too “because her mother died whilst giving birth to her, Y/N blames herself.”

The saleswoman took the gold from Fred and handed him the ring box, him and George walking out back into the evening cold.

“Do you think she’ll like the ring?” He asked sounding nervous. 

George nodded “she’ll love it, mate.”

Ron took the dish from you, his mouth full of Yorkshire pudding “there’ll be none left by the time they bet back” 

Hermione scowled at him “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Ronald!”

“None of what?” You boyfriend, Fred chimed in, sitting next to you and placing a kiss on your temple. 

George followed behind and sat next to Ginny, flashing his mum an apologetic look, muttering that he would explain later. 

You loved Sunday roast dinners at the burrow, surrounded by the Weasley family, Angelina, Hermione and Harry, all of you one big family - you missed the presence of Bill and Fleur but the new baby meant they had to take advantage of any shut eye they could get. 

Casual talk went across the table, work, work, more work, and you were thankful - at this rate your upcoming birthday would go unnoticed and not mentioned. Unfortunately, a glint of excitement flashed in Molly’s eyes when her focus landed on you. 

“Oh Y/N! How could I forget dear!” she beamed, getting out of her seat, swishing her wand collecting all of the empty plates “your birthday in four days, do you have any plans?” 

Fred and George shared a nervous glance, Fred’s hands now under the table, playing with his fingers. 

Hermione went quiet and flashed you a sympathetic look, she knew how much you hated celebrating your birthday and she felt guilty for not telling Mrs Weasley that you preferred to spend the day alone. 

You shook your head, moving back whilst your plate hovered in the air, flying towards the other pile of plates on the worktop “no” you replied, smiling slightly “just going to stay home and catch up on some reading”

Molly waved her hand and shook her head “that's no way to celebrate your birthday! Ginny and I will bake you something special, won’t we?” 

Molly walked over to her daughter and stood behind her seat, placing her motherly hands on Ginny’s shoulders. Ginny smiled widely and nodded “of course! been wanting to get more practice for ages!” 

You knew if you were to back out now Molly would take it personally, and you didn’t want to hurt her feelings after everything she has done for you since Fred welcomed you into his home five years ago. 

You smiled and looked at Fred, his expression slightly sad with a splash of worry “is that okay with you?” 

Fred nodded and smiled “it’s your special day, darling.” 

You pulled back your quilt and got into bed, pulling the sheets back over your cold legs, Fred leant against the door frame and stared at you for a moment, he walked into the bedroom and got undressed, climbing into bed next to you. 

“I’m sorry love, you know what my mum is like” he murmured through a yawn, spooning you. 

You nodded and dimed the lights “it’s okay Freddie, she doesn’t know”

The two of you were silent for a moment, Fred slowly placing loving kisses on the back of your neck. You remembered the looks he and George were giving each other over dinner, the low muttering and whispers. 

“what were you and George up to?” you asked quietly “you were late to dinner and kept giving each other odd looks.”

Fred didn’t answer, his breath hitched in his throat “uh, we... a trial for one of our new products didn’t go to well” he lied, shuffling slightly.

You knew Fred wasn’t telling the truth, you could always tell when he was lying - but you were too tired to push his buttons and you just wanted the next four days over and done with. 

“okay” you yawned, sinking into the mattress, drowning in Fred’s arms and covers “goodnight Freddie”

“goodnight love”

The morning of your birthday, Fred got up bright and early, the shop hours today were altered so he could be home earlier to support you, but with that he needed to be up and out the house earlier too. 

Fred put on his coat, nearly ready to set off for work, he got out your presents and a special card in a deep blue envelope that matched the colour of the ring box which he hid behind the photo frame of the two of you at the Yule Ball. 

Tiptoeing into your room, admiring you dreaming away, he placed your presents at the end of the bed and left.

Fred couldn’t stop his nerves, between serving customers and stocking the shelves with products he couldn’t help but chew George’s other ear off with his worries. 

“what if Y/N says no?”

George shook his head and rolled his eyes “don’t be a plonker, she isn't going to say no, now get those bloody skiving Snackboxes out!”

Once you were able to roll out of bed, you took a bath and tried to stop the guilt from taking over you, opening your presents you were so touched by the beautiful gifts Fred had got you - feeling very grateful and slightly better than you were expecting. 

As the day went by, like Fred, you felt more and more nervous, your stomach doing flips and your hands shaking like a tree in the wind - you didn’t know how ready you were for a big cake, all the singing, blowing out the candles, and cheering; but you couldn’t back out, not now.

Dragging yourself into your room, you put on your best dress which sparkled different shades of purple in different lights, and you put on your favourite earrings - a present from Freddie for you first year together. 

Hearing a cracking noise, you turned around and gripped your dresser, trying to catch your breath. Fred apparated in front of you with a cheerful expression on his face, he pulled you into a tight embrace.

“you look gorgeous, Y/N.” he kissed your head, pulling away from the embrace. 

Fred was already dressed in his smart suit, he kept turning his head and looking over the the living room. 

“do you hear that?” he asked you, walking out of the bedroom.

You shook your head “no, what is it?” and followed him into the living room.

Fred stood in front of the same picture frame on the wall, staring at the two of you smiling in your best outfits on Christmas Day. 

“you shook see what's behind it, love.”

You looked into Fred’s eyes and knitted your eyebrows together, a rare smirk spreading across your face. “no funny business” you warned him, chuckling slightly. 

Walking over to the picture frame and pulling it out from the wall, the dark blue envelope hiding behind it swiftly fell to the floor, landing on your feet. Bending over and picking it up, your name was written across it in silver. 

You looked at Fred for a moment, he looked back at you with a nervous look on his face. 

“Open it, sweetheart.”

Opening the envelope, you pulled out the letter inside. 

You held the letter close to your heart and blushed, giggling like a little girl.

Fred knew how much you loved his love letters, the two of you used to write back and forth whenever you were apart. 

You pulled the letter away from your heart and started to read:

Dear Y/N,

Words can’t ever explain or describe how much I love you, how much I adore you, what you and your smile does to me and my heart. You are perfect, you are my sunshine on a cloudy day, you’re my liquid luck.

I know this day is never easy for you, but please know it wasn’t and never will be your fault. 

I feel so blessed to have you in my life and I don’t ever want to experience a life without you - I know I’m stupid sometimes with all the pranks and being the hilarious one in the relationship, but you are my everything and you keep me grounded, you make this house feel like a home. 

Please put down the letter and say yes.

- Freddie.

Moving the letter out of your view, your jaw dropped and tears of happiness instantly pricked your eyes and filling them. In front of you, Fred got down on one knee and looked up at you, holding out a beautiful engagement ring, the diamond in the shape of your favourite flower. 

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N, my liquid luck, my everything - will you marry me?”

Putting your hands over your mouth you nodded your head, blinking away the tears “yes! I will Freddie!”

Fred got up, tears in his eyes too and placed the stunning ring on your finger, pulling you into his arms and sharing a long and special kiss. 

Blowing out the candles on your toffee cake, everyone in the burrow cheered, George flashing Fred a huge smile once he saw the ring on your finger. 

Cutting the cake into slices and putting each slice on the duck egg blue plates, you handed Molly her slice of cake, her eyes widening when she spotted the ring. Leaping out of her chair, she pulled you into a tight hug, tears in her eyes matching yours and Fred's. 

“Oh everyone, look!” she gabbed your hand, making you show off the beautiful ring “Fred and Y/N are engaged!” 

Looking into the eyes of your future husband, you smiled and mouthed “best birthday ever”

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(Is this where you submit prompts? I really dont know ^^💧) Prompt for the renouncement au: I don’t know why i love when gossip is involved, so maybe something about people’s opinions on wangxian’s marriage and how it slowly changes to a better perspective to the point that anyone who doubts their feelings for each other gets immediately shut down. And you could add some juniors shenanigans to make wangxian have that good of a reputation because i miss them </3. Thank you for your time and effort! (And sorry if this is not the place for the prompts, i will submit it again if you say so ^^’ )

(author’s note: please please reblog if you can, since that’s how we get prompts for future chapters!)

Lan Siyong considers himself one of the more moderate elders among the Lan sect. 

He has been close friends with Lan Qiren from childhood, and he saw Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji grow up into the fine, upstanding men they are today. When the two of them were boys, he even had fond thoughts of attending their weddings, and watching them take on the most sacred of duties with glad, willing hearts. 

Learning that Xichen would never wed had been a disappointment, but Lan Siyong rallied again when Lan Qiren confided the reason why the boy rejected marriage—chastity in an upstanding cultivator was to be lauded, especially in an age where Jin Guangshan had once demanded such high respect, and there could still be children born to Lan Huan if he decided to cultivate them. And of course, Wangji was there, and Lan Siyong knew from the first that he would be the kind of youth to fall in love deeply, at first sight, and remain passionately devoted to his mingding zhiren until he drew his last breath. 

But then Lan Siyong had Wangji’s own sword turned upon him at the Burial Mounds, because the one that his many-times distant nephew loved so dearly was none other than Wei Wuxian. 

“Qiren,” he says hoarsely, when the lotus-scented wedding invitations arrive from Lotus Pier. “You cannot let this happen—an unrighteous cultivator, one who spurned orthodoxy without remorse and led Wangji down such a dangerous path—”

“What has been done has been done,” Lan Qiren replies. “We have sent the bridewealth, and the marriage was contracted between Xichen and Jiang-zongzhu. All their terms have been agreed upon, and the date set.”

And then, after a brief pause: “He makes Wangji happy.”

Lan Siyong nearly cries. He does not attend the wedding, for fear of shaming Wangji with the open despair that appears on his face whenever he sees Wei Wuxian, and sends the newlywed couple the most expensive gift he can afford in an effort to do something useful. 

Wei Wuxian is the one who writes him a letter in thanks. Lan Siyong almost has a qi deviation.

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“You know,” one of the other elders mutters after the second wedding ceremony: namely, the ceremony held in the Cloud Recesses, since Jiang-zongzhu demanded that his brother should be married at Lotus Pier first. “Wei Wuxian refused to have a blessing for children spoken at the an chuang ceremony.”

“Gossip is forbidden,” Lan Haiyang says tranquilly. He stopped caring about practically everything after his son’s wife gave birth to the whirlwind that calls himself Lan Jingyi, so Lan Siyong has long since given up relying on him to fix any kind of sect turmoil. “And they already have two children. I have not seen a finer Lan disciple than Lan Sizhui in all my days.”

Lan Siyong is forced to concede this last. Wangji has two good children, even if the Yiling Patriarch is perhaps the most unsuitable person alive to raise them with him, and a couple’s choice to expand their family is up to them, and no others.

“He should at least have let the blessing be spoken, though.”

Lan Siyong does not disagree with this. Traditions are traditions, and surely even Wei Wuxian should know to respect them once in a while. 

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“It’s worse than I thought,” Lan Siyong murmurs, on a summer afternoon about six weeks after Wangji’s wedding. He passed Haiyang’s grandson and his friends on his way to the refectory that morning, and heard them discussing how heartbroken Wangji had looked upon hearing that Wei Wuxian did not return his love. “I ought not to have eavesdropped, but—poor Wangji!”

“Poor Wangji what?” Lan Haiyang asks, as if their little Lan Zhan being in trouble was all in another day’s work to him. “What’s happened to him now?”

“Wei Wuxian disavows Wangji’s love at every opportunity,” he replies dismally, going over to the refreshment table to drown his woes in chestnut cake and tea. “I fear for him, Haiyang. To love for so long, and to wed his beloved, and have children with him, and still…”

Lan Haiyang snorts into his tea. 

“What do you mean by that?” demands Lan Siyong, more than a little offended. “Wangji is in distress! We must do something!”

His friend does not reply. Honestly, it’s as if no one remembers what Wangji suffered for Wei Wuxian’s sake. Lan Siyong even tries raising the issue with Lan Qiren, and then with Xichen, but all he gets in return for his pains is a tray of fresh-baked red bean buns from the hanshi and another cryptic comment about Wangji’s supposed happiness from Qiren. 

Yet again, he is forced to leave his worries for another day, and try his best to follow rule three thousand, one hundred and sixty-two: that the affairs of a married couple should not be discussed by outsiders, even if they happen to be close, concerned family. 

Lan Siyong thinks his hair might be turning white by now.

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And then, in early winter, Lan Siyong is roused from his bed one night and told that Wei Wuxian has gone missing. He joins the search party that Wangji leads, and follows him to a dark house in the woods with the Ghost General leading the way—and then he watches as Wangji kills at least a dozen men in an effort to reach his husband, whom they find unconscious in a cave beneath the house with corpse bites dotting every visible inch of his skin.

Lan Siyong nearly weeps as he hears Wangji’s desperate whispers to his beloved on the way back to Gusu, and watches him hold Wei Wuxian close while refusing help from anyone who offers.

Let him live, Lan Siyong prays silently, when Wei Wuxian is carried into the infirmary with Wangji at his side. Please, for Wangji’s sake, let Wei-gongzi live. 

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“Qiren?”

A few days after the news about Wangji’s soon-to-be-born daughter is made public (public being a subjective word, since ceremony preceding the birth of a third child is unnecessary, and Wei Wuxian had said that he would rather wait until the baby arrives to make a formal announcement) Lan Siyong discovers Lan Qiren in one of the common rooms, sitting at a writing desk with his head buried in his hands. It’s a strange thing to see his friend do, since Lan Qiren has not looked so distressed since those three dark years after Wangji’s sentencing, and he hardly even looks up when Lan Siyong lays a hand on his shoulder. 

“It was just four weeks ago that Wei Ying was kidnapped and confined in that dungeon,” Lan Qiren says blankly, after he registers Lan Siyong’s presence and turns around to greet him. “If he—oh, heavens—”

Two weeks later, Lan Siyong requests a week’s leave from teaching to attend the trials of Wei Wuxian’s kidnappers, who are being held under Nie-zongzhu’s jurisdiction in the Unclean Realm. He has always believed himself to be a gentle man, but when the only sentences dealt are life imprisonment and execution, Lan Siyong’s heart is strangely devoid of any pity. All he can think of are the corpse bites he saw on Wei Wuxian’s face and throat, and a baby girl who nearly perished with her father before she had the chance to take her first breath. 

On his way back to the Cloud Recesses, he purchases a bolt of thick cream-colored silk with fine sky-blue embroidery and brings it to Wangji as a gift after the next monthly sect meeting.

“Xinhua-jun will need wider-cut robes before long,” he says, when his nephew gives him a curious glance before bowing low in thanks. “Zewu-jun has told us all that he and the child are in good health, and that the little one is growing well. All of our good wishes go with them both, and we pray that you should not hesitate to rely on us in the months to come if it should be needed.”

Wangji’s eyes go soft. “Thank you, San-shushu. It is much appreciated.”

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Lan Siyong gets his first chance to hold Wei Shuilan at the baby’s full-moon ceremony, while Wangji and Wei Wuxian are running back and forth through the banquet hall to greet the arriving guests, and seize the first trusted elder they can reach to watch little A-Lan for a moment. At first, Lan Siyong merely stands by her cradle to keep an eye on her, but then she seems to sense her parents’ absence, so he picks her up and jogs her up and down to keep her from crying; and then he begins to hum softly beside her tiny ear, soothing the baby back to sleep by the time Wei Wuxian returns. 

“My good Lan-bao,” Wei Wuxian croons, cradling the child to his chest before rearranging her crumpled swaddling clothes. “Such a good baobei, to take your nap even with so much going on! Just like your A-Die, thank goodness, and not like your A-Niang.”

Curious, Lan Siyong clears his throat. “What do you mean, Wei-gongzi?”

Wei Wuxian laughs. “I never sleep properly at night, but Lan Zhan always falls asleep at hai shi, even if he isn’t in bed yet,” he says, with his voice so full of love for the newborn child in his arms and the husband who gave her to him that Lan Siyong feels strangely humbled. “A-Lan’s just like him that way.”

At that moment, Wangji appears with a plate of cut fruit and lotus cake before presenting it to Wei Wuxian. “Here, Wei Ying. Give A-Lan to me, and eat your lunch.”

“Lunch?” Wei Wuxian asks, confused. “But we’re having the banquet in just an hour.”

“You have been having your luncheon at this time for the past six months,” Wangji says stubbornly. “I will not have you going hungry even for a minute, xingan.”

“Lan Zhan, sweetheart…”

Thank heaven they found each other again, Lan Siyong thinks, slipping away to find Lan Qiren with a rising lump of tears in his throat. I do not think anyone else could have ever made Wangji so happy.