#i think i'm going to do a marble cake

[vaspider]

If you have celiac or otherwise can't eat wheat, btw, and you like bread, I highly recommend investing in a breadmaker. Even the best store-bought gluten-free bread does not hold a candle to the stuff that comes out of our breadmaker, and it's cheaper per slice even when we buy bread mix in single-loaf bags.

This is our breadmaker. Evie got it on sale, but it is an investment. I'm not going to pretend it isn't a chunk of change up front. There are cheaper ones, but the reason I like this one and think it's worth the money:

It has two smaller paddles, where our older bread maker that my mom got us and got destroyed by getting construction dust in it had one big paddle in the middle. This leaves a big hole in the middle of the finished loaf, which makes the bread much less useful for, like, sandwiches.

Zojirushi is not as well-known a brand in the US, but it's a Brand Name in Japan for good reason. Evie's had our Zojirushi rice cooker for over a decade & we had to replace the inner bowl once bc someone used metal utensils in it and scratched the non-stick coating. We expect to use this machine for at least a decade.

You can program your own cycles, which we found really useful. Evie built a custom cycle that removed the punch-down sections (gluten-free bread tends not to rise as much) and that made our perfect loaf.

A lot of bread machines produce very tall, square loaves, which are awkward to slice, store, and make sandwiches with. This produces loaves that make good sandwiches and toast, and the French toast slices don't crowd the pan.

The top heating element on this gives a really amazingly browned top crust that we definitely didn't get on our old machine.

It's so pretty.

So how is it cheaper in the long run if the machine costs $300+? A little like this:

We use Pamela's Bread Mix bc it's really consistent and easy - you need the bread mix, water, yeast, 3 egg whites, and oil. (We use avocado oil and find it best and most consistent, but regular vegetable oil works!) We buy Pamela's in bulk, and without any subscription discounts or whatever, the $48 pack of 3 bags makes about 11.5 loaves. With the cost of yeast and eggs and stuff, it ends up costing about $4.50 a loaf. (If you buy your yeast in larger bags & store it in an airtight container, you can create less waste and it's also cheaper.)

By comparison, a loaf of Franz GF Bread costs $7-8, and Canyon Bakehouse usually runs about the same.

However, that's not an apples to apples comparison because the Franz loaf is an 18 oz. loaf, whereas our breadmaker makes a 2 lb. loaf. Assuming even the lower-end cost for getting a Franz loaf at the store, an equivalent amount of bread would cost $12.42, and it's not nearly as good.

(Yes, gluten-free bread is fucking expensive. That's part of why I'm writing this post in the first place.)

Anyway, assuming you eat 2 lbs. of bread a week in your house - a breadmaker loaf, basically, to make the math simple - you'll end up spending $7.92 less on bread every week. That means that even at the most expensive cost for the Zojirushi, if you buy it at its highest price (don't do that! wait for a sale!) it'll take 50 weeks - about a year - before the breadmaker pays for itself. If you manage to get it on a 25% off sale (which we did), it pays for itself in about 9 months.

Nine months, I must stress, in which you are eating much more delicious bread.

We tend to go through a couple of loaves a week because toast, sandwiches, and melts are great food for people with low spoons.

Evie and I perfected the Pamela's mix recipe for this particular machine - I'll get it typed up when I'm downstairs next, along with the quasi-babka recipe. (Really, it's like a marble cake and babka and bread had a baby, and it's a family favorite.)

Bread good. The end.

[aloesarchives]

Birthday Special(JJK Oneshot)

TW/Warnings: Domesticity, AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, Slight self-coded Fem!Reader

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her, Mom/Mama (Though no physical description, reader had some self-coded elements)

Word count: 1.5k words

Decided to write something because today is my birthday(May 3rd)! And I'm officially 21! Thank you all for you love and support for the past 7 months of me writing for JJK! Also, this is the Valentine's day I referred to.

“Papa, you’re thinking too hard about this. You know Mama doesn’t ask for much.”

“Yeah, Dad. It shouldn’t be hard to get mom a present. Remember that full-size green tea hand and body lotion you got her? She was way too happy about it and was on the verge of crying happy tears.”

Toji sighs as his kids are behind him trying to ease his stress. Once again, like Valentine’s day, he was struggling to get a present for you. But this time, the stakes are higher because today is your birthday. Not some holiday Toji remembers because it’s one of the many times of the year capitalism does a complete take over for the sake of consumerism, which he can never avoid every time he goes out.

Though his kids have a point, he always wanted to do or get something for you. While you do the occasional mall shopping, it wasn’t often. Maybe once a month if lucky. This always posses a problem for the three because you were the best gifter in the family. Knowing what to give to anyone but only hinting at minute items. Thus having to think outside of the box or really watch your eyes latch onto anything longer than seven seconds. 

Megumi and Tsumiki don’t blame Toji for struggling since your demands weren’t demands but rather promises. You have been nothing but good to Toji for almost two decades. Something Toji knows many people take something like that for granted. Unfortunately, becomes terrifying to know how easily many fall under a dark spell. And Toji fears himself on certain days for not giving what you deserved.

“I know, Megumi. But your mother deserves nice things for herself. She still wears the necklace I gave her when you two were young. That’s almost ten years. Now, you both do some scooping while watching the time. We have to get the cake at 3:45pm.”

The siblings looked at each other before shaking their heads in helping their father’s hunt for a perfect present. They looked around the vast sea of stores to give themselves for any ideas. They were overthinking this whole process because every idea was shot down at the reality that you did have everything you ever wanted.

You have everything you ever wanted is what you always said to them.

Perhaps there’s something else they can give you that reminds of that. The lightbulb above Tsumiki’s head went off as she asked Toji the jewelry store he got the necklace from. He becomes curious as she scans the windows for something until stopping and pointing. Toji and Megumi look over to a display of multiple charm bracelets. 

“If Mama has the necklace with us in it, why can’t she get a matching bracelet to go along with it? She doesn’t have one that does.”

Now, Toji and Megumi were seeing Tsumiki’s vision.

“Good eye, kiddo. Shame on me for not thinking about that sooner.”

Toji lets Tsumiki handle the bracelet creation, occasionally having him and Megumi to be on the same page. Once finalized, Toji goes to fish his wallet for his card to give to Tsumiki to pay. After printing the receipt, the lady gives the card back but it ends up dropping onto the marble counter. Megumi cringes at the metallic clanging it made so he grabs it for Tsumiki to give back to his dad. Everyone in the store glances over at them as Toji puts the card away. Megumi raises a brow at his father because Toji had a smirk plastered on his lips.

“Why are you smirking?”

Toji pockets his hands as he looks at him.

“Don’t worry about it, Megs. Just know there aren't a lot of people with metal credit cards. Anyway, we gotta get movin’ because we need to pick up your Mama’s birthday cake and food for dinner.”

Tsumiki joins them as they head off to finish birthday shopping. Once getting home, they set up everything for you to come home to. By the time you come home, they’re done. Making your presence known, you relax into your humble abode. You walked yourself into the kitchen to see what your family has set up for you.

“Happy Birthday, Mom!”

You're greeted by a hug from each of your kids. Chuckling at the surprise they always seem to do when the day is about you. You hold them close and kiss their foreheads as their hugs re-energize you. Once parting, they made way for their father as your husband stands over you. Holding that dumb grin that you fell in love with over these years.

“Happy Birthday, Doll~.”

Giving a forehead kiss of his own, he holds you ever so softly but with the affectionate firmness. You giggled at how Toji is when it comes to physical touch. He can’t seem to get enough of it. Before eating dinner, you wanted to blow out the candles so they could eat the cake afterwards. The kids say their part and end with “We love you, Mom. Always.” Toji cracks a joke that always makes Megumi roll his eyes before getting into his own sentimental speech.

“Thank you for spending almost 20 years of your life with me. Happy Birthday, (Y/N).”

Ugh, and that softness he had at the end. Made you want to kiss him with all the love and warmth. You thought it’s time to eat dinner when Toji pulls out a small pink bag and places it in front of you. Surprised, you looked around at your family.

“What’s this, guys?”

“It’s for you, Mama. From us.”

Though curious, you smiled as you looked into the bag and pulled out a small box. Upon opening it, you couldn’t stop the smile that took over. There, in the box, was a silver charm snake chain bracelet with a small (F/C) gem at the center of a beautiful silver heart charm. But that’s not make you smile. It came from when your eyes landed on the other three charms attached to the bracelet. Two of those were dangling charms, one of an elegant flower and the other of a small silver puppy. The other charm was a clip-on with the colors of dark blue and black. You recognized them to represent the three that ultimately fulfilled the word “family” for you. 

The flower is Tsumiki as it was her favorite color, the puppy was obviously Megumi, and the last one is Toji for sure. Your smile began to painfully pull at your lips because you realized Toji’s charm closely resembles his wedding ring. Clasping the bracelet on your wrist, you admired how it looked on you.

“It was the kids’ idea to do this. I just paid for it, Hon.”

You knew Toji’s lying but didn't have it in you to call him out. This gift was just too perfect. You go over to give your motherly affection to thank Megumi and Tsumiki, your two children that gave meaning to your motherhood. Once having enough, you go over to Toji. The man you undoubtedly cherish and completely devote yourself to, your husband and your other half. You hug Toji lovingly, taking in his warmth and presence. Nothing in this world brings you comfort and ease than the man you choose to love never made you regret giving your heart and soul to.

Toji just chuckles with his signature grin, returning the hug with the same amount of affection. Yet your children can see the adoration and tenderness in his eyes, knowing full well he never looked at anyone that way because you’re the only one to bring it out of him. Looking up at your Toji, your gaze softens but your smile still holds its homeyness. He stares down at you before he leans in for a kiss you gladly accept. Even Megumi smiles with his sister while watching their parents express their love for one another, seeing them pull away from the kiss.

“They’re truly your kids since they always knew how to give me gifts. It goes with my necklace now. Thank you for this.” Saying as you smile up at him.

“Ah~, they knew because they have  good eyes. Just like their mama. Happy Birthday, (Y/N). Thank you for your love…and thank you for being you.”

The absolute tender affirmation was unlike any other. Though your birthday was a reminder of how many years you’ve been on here, it also serves as a reminder of your milestones over the years. Looking at your life, you got the best out of it. A family of your own and the love from someone who’s been with you through it all. As you tell Megumi and Tsumiki to go ahead and eat, you lock eyes with Toji. Both filled with a love no one can feel except the two of you. Toji hugs you close from behind as you interlace your hands into his, feeling your bracelet pressed up against him. Gazing upon Megumi and Tsumiki, both of your creations born out of each other’s unmatched love for one another.

This will be added into one of your many best birthdays you had.

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[madisonwritesstuff]

Hi hi 🤧 how about a little Hannibal AND Will with reader where they’re both pining over her (maybe she’s been with the FBI for a while too and is an agent and teacher) and readers kinda oblivious to it and everyone’s all like 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽🤦🏽 with those three until one day Hannibal and Will are like “???why can’t we both have her?? Polyamory is a thing” and then reader is all 😦😦 because she can’t believe these two men like her LMAOO I think it would be pretty funny to see written, especially by a talented writer like you 🫶🏽

★ ; sharing is caring. -------------------

Hannibal Lecter x Fem! Reader x Will Graham.

I LOVE THIS IDEA SM, HOPE YOU ENJOY MY CONCOCTION 😍😘

Tags; stupid oblivious! reader, hannibal and will rivalry, alana being readers friend, polyamory, ooc jack(?).

It started off small, unnoticeable actions.

“Y/N! I got you coffee.” Will spoke, a smile smile on his face. “Oh I'm sorry, I don't drink plain coffee, its” You apologized, feeling bad for rejecting his offer. His smile faded. “Oh? Then what drink do you like?”

“She likes milk coffee.” Hannibal spoke from behind and walked up to the two of you, handing the coffee cup to you. “Here, I made sure it has the right amount of sugar.” He smiled proudly. “Aw! Thank you so much! That's so sweet of you.” You smiled, happily walking away to go sit down somewhere and drink your coffee peacefully.

Will stared at Hannibal, dumbfounded. “What was that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “That was the sound of me winning.” Hannibal spoke back before walking off. “You little-”

Jack was just watching all this happen while sipping on his own coffee. “Love triangles are my favorite trope.” He whispered over to Beverly, who was just as intrigued as him. “Didn't take you for a romance drama lover, Jack.”

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Then it was Wills turn for payback.

“Cake?! No way! Aw Will you really didn't have to!” You excitedly hugged Will. He came to your house specifially to give you a congratulatory cake for solving your first case in the FBI as an agent.

Hannibal watched the whole scene unfold as he held his own cake, watching as Will hugged you before turning and smirking at Hannibal, mouthing the words “I win.”

Hannibal glared at Will, gripping the cake box in his hand as he watched you all cheerful with Will. “Come inside! Let's share the cake, after all you did come all the way here to deliver it.” You smiled, letting him into your house.

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And then again.

Hannibal invited you, Will and Jack to dinner at his house. You brought along Alana because she was one of your close friends.

“Is my makeup fine?” You asked the hundredth time, Alana laughing and pushing you forward to the front door. “You're fine, now hurry up before they start dinner without us.” You laughed with her and walked to Hannibal's house.

After a while of sitting around and chatting while Hannibal finished preparing the dish. The food finally came out and you were surprised to know Hannibal unknowingly! had cooked your favourite food!

Will was giving Hannibal side eyes the whole time, knowing what he was up to. All the while Hannibal was smiling proudly while sitting down, enjoying the happy smile on your face as you happily ate the meal.

And to top it off, you were the only one who got to take some food home.

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“Alright, I'm making a peace offering with you.” Will spoke as he gave Hannibal a marble ball. “What is this supposed to be?” Hannibal looked at Will in confusion.

“A peace offering. I spent my money on that cake for Y/N so that's all you're getting.” He crossed his arms. “Appreciated.” Hannibal said sarcastically, putting the marble ball into his pocket. “What did you really come here for?”

“I had an idea.” Will stated proudly. “I hope you're not plotting against me with that idea.” He joked, yet he was partially serious.

“No, even better. I was thinking... What if we shared Y/N?” Will said, expecting a round of applause. Yet Hannibal was more so just staring into his soul while thinking.

“Not a bad idea. At least we won't have cake baking competitions.” He shrugged, seemingly okay with the idea. “Alright, then from tomorrow on I better not see you plotting against me.”

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You stared at the bouquet of your favorite flowers at your desk. The note on it reading ‘Most love from Will and Hannibal.’ that was odd, you could've sworn those two had some kind of unresolved argument going on or something.

But you didn't mind. Instead you happily placed the flowers in the empty vase you had in your office. Now you don't have to buy the flowers yourself!

Meanwhile Hannibal and Will were for some reason watching out the window of your office and giving each other a high five.

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“We both thought you'd like this, this one's from me and this ones from him.” Hannibal said proudly, showing you a set of earrings and necklace. “No way- Really? For me? Are you sure you two aren't bribing me?” You said excitedly, surprised as you admired the beautiful jewelry. “Pretty gifts for a pretty lady.” Will spoke up, smiling a little.

“Thank you so much! Both of you! But really.. What's the occasion?” You asked, genuinely curious.

Hannibal and Will slowly stared at each other, silently communicating as they both practically just said ‘How the hell does this woman not know why we're giving her gifts and being nice to her?’

“Um, I think you should explain.” Will looked at Hannibal, raising his eyebrows and motioning him to speak to you.

“What's happening? Am I dying in three days?” You said with a nervous laugh, a little bit concerned at this point.

“Y/N, we both like you. And we have for a while now.” Hannibal explained, upfront. Will silently nodded to what he said.

Your face was blank, the cogs in your head slowly turning. “Wait... WHAT.”

“This whole time you've been nice to me is because... You two had a crush on me?” You spoke up in surprise and embarrassment, your cheeks turning into a shade of blush.

“That and we were kinda hoping you'd date both of us..” Will quietly said, feeling a little embarrassed himself to say that out loud.

“Dating two hot men? What makes you think I'd say no?” You said a little too happily.

“Oh my god I thought you'd hit me and call me an asshole-” Will said with a nervous laugh. “I wasn't worried at all.” Hannibal said smugly.

In reality he was deathly terrified.

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“Beverly.... you won..” Jack said in devastation, as he and Beverly were hidden behind a bush, both wearing binoculars. “Give me my money Jack.” Beverly said proudly.

“Dammit.. I really thought she'd pick Hannibal.” Jack said sadly as he gave Beverly 20 dollars.

“I already knew she'd pick both, girl senses, ya know?” Beverly said with a smug smirk, taking the money and shoving it into her back pocket.

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[beanzfandoms]

Late Night

 Dean X Sister! reader X Sam

Description: The youngest Winchester takes care of her brothers after a hunt gone wrong.

Warning: Drinking, mentions of blood

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          Dry mud cakes off Dean's boots as he stumbles inside the motel with his siblings. The atmosphere was tense and none of them could even smile to make things better. Sam slouches over himself as he examines the wound in his leg. A hiss comes from his throat as his fingers graze over the tender flesh. 

        (Y/n) gently places her hand on his arm for comfort. "Let me get you a wet rag and a first aid kit," she coos softly. She walks over to the end of the bed to grab a fresh cloth from her duffle bag. She carries on to the bathroom and finds Dean sitting on top of the marble counter. 

        He moves his feet slightly so she can access the sink. As she runs the water over the small towel, she notices a beer bottle in between Dean's thighs. "Don't you think it's too late to be drinking," she asks cooly before ringing out the rag. Dean huffs in response and takes a swig of it. 

        (Y/n) lowers to her knees to reach inside the cabinet. She takes out a decent sized medical box and sets it on the bathroom surface. Taking out a bandage and ointment, she casually lifts her hand to Dean. "I'm not going to pretend that I didn't see your arm bleeding. Give it here."

        "I'm fine, go help Sammy," Dean slurs.

        "Please."

        Eventually, Dean gives in to his sister's soft nature. He rolls up his flannel sleeve to reveal a large cut oozing down his arm. It didn't look deep, but it looked like it hurt like hell.

        "I'm going to have to get another rag- do you know what caused this?" (Y/n) questions. 

        "I ran into a saw blade when we were in the barn," Dean replies.

        "Did you check to see if it was rusty?"

        "It wasn't."

        "Good. No tetanus shot for you today." A ghost of a smile etches on her lips. She places the rag on the wound, making sure to cover the whole infected area. "Clean that up for me, I'm going to get another rag."

        Sam managed to get himself out of his dirty blue jeans and into some boxer shorts. His back presses against the headboard of the bed with his legs relaxed out in front of him. "Sorry Sam, I was just making sure Dean took care of his wound. Are you alright?" (Y/n) asks sweetly. 

        "Yeah. I feel better now that something isn't rubbing against it," Sam sighs out. 

        "Good. I'll be with you in a moment."

        Dean was in the process of trying to wrap the gauze around his arm when (Y/n) made it back to the bathroom. His hands were shaky as he did so and he had to place his feet on the cool tile floor. " Did you put the ointment on?" (Y/n) asks.

        "What do you take me for," Dean replies.

        "Here. Let me help you," (Y/n) instructs as she takes the bandaging. "Hold out your arm." Soon enough, Dean's arm was securely wrapped. "Is that too tight?"

        "Nah, it's fine."

        "Great, now clean yourself up. You smell like cow manure. I'm going to help Sammy."

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        "That burns," Sam cries out, biting his lip harshly. 

        "I'm sorry, but it's the only thing that we have right now- stop that!" (Y/n) barks. Sam quickly lets go of his lip with a scowl. "I'm almost done, just a few more layers." 

        "I don't know how when we just went out for a supply run a few weeks ago- Charlotte's town sound familiar to you?" Sam retorts with a snap. 

        "Does watching out for Vermin teeth sound familiar to you?" They glare harshly at each other before smiles crack through their faces. "I'm just going to move your leg a little bit to wrap it, okay? Try not to tense too much," (Y/n) says with a giggle. 

        Carefully, Sam is allowed to rest his newly swaddled leg. A relieved sigh carries out of Sam's mouth before he glimpses over to his sister. He notices the way her frazzled hair carries across her shoulders messily. A few bruises and scrapes are scattered across her delicate skin. "What you did was very dangerous," He announces after a while. 

        "I know," (Y/n) acknowledges quietly. "If I didn't do what I did though, we might have had to amputate your leg- I don't think you want that."

        "I don't know what we'd do without you," Sam chuckles.

        "We would bleed out," Dean's voice conveys from the bathroom doorway.

        "What happened to your bottle?" (Y/n) queres. 

        "It's too late to drink, especially with a kid around."

        "Yeah, Sam doesn't really need that right now."

        "Are you calling me a child?" Sam interrogates. 

        "Can I call you both children?" (Y/n) says playfully. 

        "I'm not a child," Dean retorts in offense. 

        "I had to help two grown men clean and wrap their wounds because they didn't want to do it themselves," (Y/n) explains with a proud smirk. Both went silent with their argument.

        "Toshee," Dean remarks.

        "You guys want to watch a movie?" (Y/n) asks, changing the subject. "I like to think we have the right to mellow out for a while."

        "I'm down, as long as it isn't thriller. I think we've had enough action for tonight," Sam replies, eyeing his leg. 

        "Agreed."

[chococolte]

Dude imagine sagau al-haitham getting on his knees infront of you😳😳 I would die

word count. 1k

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. i'm going to cry if when he gets released my characterization winds up being completely off that would be so embarrassing.... anyway, i wrote this really quickly and gave it only a brief look over, so i'm sorry for the quality and any repeat words etc!!

Al-Haitham pretends like his knees do not tremble.

His feet beg him to leave. But his bones stay etched into place, like markers long left into earth. Fear clutches at his heart because it is you in front of him— you, blazing like the sun. You, glowing like the moon. You, his God.

The cold sensation seeps into his flesh as your gaze burns his skin. He wishes for nothing more than to rip it off to sinew and muscle, the weight of your eyes almost unbearable. Do you find his appearance unpleasant? Is the sight of him alone enough to displease you?

It is an odd feeling, settling next to the encroaching frost of fear. A dwindling wick of flame that hopes you find him pleasing to the eye, that wishes his veins didn't burn so fiercely with worship as they do.

Al-Haitham is not one for gods. He is not one to pray, not one to worship, not one to conceive of ways to garner your attention— and yet here he kneels, bending on bruised and purple knees, his legs still throbbing from how quickly he arrived.

Up close, Al-Haitham reckons that most could not have resisted the urge to close their eyes. A tugging at the back of his mind tells him he is not meant to look upon you. But the gluttonous, sickening mortal in him wishes to stay fixed on your figure, to breathe you in like you are air— until you are a part of him, until he never has to go a moment without you.

"Come closer," you beckon, and Al-Haitham listens as if he is a dog. His body complies with your order, his body rumbles with pleasure at the thought of doing as you say. Unlike him, he thinks in the back of his mind— but it is also unlike him to adore you, it is also unlike him to still wish to feel the buzzing of your control.

Yet, he does regardless. He still yearns for you either way, despite how he aches not to be. It is not his place, not a burden he is meant to bear; a mortal man can only be so much. But his throat still tears every night, as every worship kept hidden in the morn ushers from his lips in a frenzy, as if begging for forgiveness.

He cannot be truthful to himself when he is awake, away from you. At night, he sees you, a wraith in his memories, colorful and bright— he can't hide from how tight in your clutches he is, and how he can't bear to free himself.

Al-Haitham dimly registers the pain of his knees on gelid marble, the stone offering no comfort, but the euphoria of your gaze numbs the sting. It's only a bleary thought, caked in mud and built on with the need to see you. The pain doesn't matter anymore, not when your hands are reaching forward, nails scratching against his cheeks.

Reverence stops him from leaning into the heat of your palms, stops him from saying every wretched thought lost in his head. He wants to speak until his tongue turns numb and his throat burns raw, but he reminds himself as to why he sits beneath you.

Still, the urge remains. You would understand him. He knows this well. Your understanding has no limit— he has felt it, your acceptance of every part of him, no matter how flawed or imperfect. Every other god has failed him, but you have not.

When you breathed life into him, he saw only a fraction of your thoughts; and how stunning were they, glinting and lucent in the black recesses of his mind. He caught glimpses of the breadth of your emotions, as deep and far from his understanding as the dark sea.

It is veneration that stops him from heaving his lungs, from asking every question no mortal nor faux god can claim to know the answer to.

But he does not. He clutches every urge and keeps them hidden away until he cannot breathe. Only when he has been granted your permission will he ever ask.

"Al-Haitham," you say. "My Haitham. You wonder why I have called for you, don't you?"

"Yes," is all he trusts himself to say, soft like baby's breath. His heart bursts with a foreign vibrancy, coursing through his veins until frissons ripple across his spine.

Your eyes roll over his body, lulling to a stop on his face.

Al-Haitham has never been so acutely aware of the minor faults of his features. He has never been so thoughtful as to how another may perceive him.

"Hmm," you hum, a smile gracing your lips. His heart flutters. "This. You look much better on your knees."

His breath catches in his throat. Al-Haitham stutters, blinking to make up for his gaping silence— but the buzz of warmth spreading from his chest speaks of rapture.

He has never thought that you may find him attractive.

Your laughter peals, and he is transported to a world where it is just the two of you. It is only him, and his God; it is only him, and the one person who truly understands him.

His eyes burn, but he doesn't dare to tear them away from you.

Your smile. He freezes, thinking of only how much he wishes for it to be ingrained into his memory, how the desire scorches him from the inside. He wants to call upon it any time and place, to hear you and lay his every breath at your feet.

"Closer." Your eyes crinkle, the glimmer of candlelight twinkling within. Al-Haitham listens just as he did before, taking a breath.

Your hands run up the side of his face, reaching until you feel the back of his neck. Al-Haitham would have pushed anyone else away. He would've slapped at their fingers, precious as his space is; but it is you touching him, blessing him with the sight of you.

He can't help but lean forward, unable to resist as he did before. Al-Haitham smells you on your wrists, your scent almost overwhelming his senses. His mind races to remember it, entrenching every thought with how the air parts in your wake— how the smell of your candles is attached to your silks and drapery, how he wants nothing more than to drown in it.

When he returns to his chambers, he will write every moment of your encounter until his fingers ache and his wrists are chafed raw to the bone, and every word is enough to send him back. Anything less, and he would be failing you.

But for now, his soul yearns to get lost in you a little longer.

[betterfettered]

Hi! So I was reading through some of your older works (which I enjoyed very much btw) and I noticed you mentioned that yandere Lucifer would want to marry reader (albeit against their will) which made me curious, so if it’s ok may I ask if any of the other brothers would want to marry their darling? And if so, what kind of weddings would they have?

Hey Anon! I'm glad you've enjoyed reading. I have a related ask to yours, so I'll smoosh em together and answer both

Could I request the yandere demon brothers dealing with an MC who refuses to have sex with them before marriage? Totally not as an excuse to get out of being intimate

Which ones ignore MC's request and which ones rush to get married ASAP and spend the honeymoon railing them into oblivion?

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere)(noncon)(somno)(violence against reader)(victim blaming)(gaslighting)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[This is fetish content and rape, victim blaming, and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

As you mentioned, Yandere!Lucifer would want to get married, and I think he'd want a proper, traditional ceremony because of his status. You would have lessons starting months before the actual ceremony, making sure that your etiquette and behavior at the wedding is absolutely flawless. They'd probably be with Barbatos, who might be the only non-Lucifer social interaction you get (it depends). You'll be punished by Lucifer if you mess up or act out, unless you manage to befriend Barbatos so he doesn't tattle on you.

If you said you wanted to wait until marriage, Lucifer would accept that. His demeanor would be such that you wouldn't even think he is sexually attracted to you at all. That being said, once you are married good luck ever walking normally again, he's going to have ur ass using crutches. For weeks afterwards you will be (continuously) covered with bruises and hickeys, and cum will always be leaking down the insides of your thighs. Being that Lucifer is a sadist, in many ways this outcome is actually worse than if you hadn't made him wait because he's not going to slow down, stop, or have mercy even when you cry and beg for him to.

Yandere!Mammon, like all Mammons, would want the gaudiest, most tacky ass wedding possible. Everything will be platinum or gold, the cake is covered in platinum and gold leaf, his tux is crusted with diamonds, there are marble statues of him wearing luxury things everywhere. The gift registry would just say "Give us 2 million grimm" and nothing else. Despite the goofiness of his desired theme, he is thrilled about the prospect of being married to you, and would get really carried away by it. He'd hold you while saying once you're married, you'll be his and never leave the house again and wear a huge shawl when you go anywhere so nobody can look at you but him and you won't talk to anyone else because you're focused on your family.

He would promise to wait for marriage for you, and the speed with which he would break that promise would make you wonder if he every really meant it. He is really compelled by the need to mark you as his, and he thinks about it as soon as he's alone with you, so before either of you know it he'll have slipped his hand into your pants. Afterwards he would insist to both you and himself that you wanted it, that you'd been purposefully tempting him. He'll mention that anyone would do what he did, would need to fuck you as soon as they saw your body; that's why you'll need to wear concealing things once you are married to him.

Yandere!Levi would never admit it because weddings are for normies, but he actually would like to get married. Surprisingly, rather than the sort of cringy gamer wedding you're expecting him to want, he would want a traditional wedding like Lucifer. It's always been something totally unattainable in his mind, because he never expected to find someone who loves him. So it would be a dream come true for him to see you in your wedding attire even if you had to be forced into it - someone is really all his, just like everyone else has. That said, don't be surprised if the wedding colors are like, Ruri-chan's palette or his vows have not so subtle TSL references.

When you said you wanted to wait for marriage for sex, Levi wouldn't reply to you, instead just kind of sulk. In the days following you saying that, he would start groping you more, trying to pull off your clothing, putting your hand on his cock when he's hard. He didn't respond to you because he has no intention of waiting and will eventually resort to pinning you down and fucking you in every way he can imagine (that is many ways, reader).

Yandere!Satan doesn't really care for having a wedding. It seems unnecessary and overly involved to him on the face of it, and he doesn't really find the event romantic enough to make it worth while. He sees it as all about the people attending rather than you and him. If you wanted a wedding he would agree and play along, but he'd make it clear that he's doing it for you and not for himself.

He would agree to wait until marriage, but that means when he considers you both to be married, not you. He'll go with you to a courthouse and get the paperwork officially filled out, and once that is done he considers himself to have waited for marriage. If you think the same way, great! If not, he'll laugh at you with his close eyed, cheery smile because he finds what you said so ridiculous that it's a big joke to him. It will just make the things to come more fun in his eyes.

Yandere!Asmo will want the exact same thing as Mammon except if Mammon had good taste. Asmo probably married himself a few hundred years back (though once he realized that you and he were permanently in love he then divorced himself) so he has experience with wedding things and could do all of the planning, asking questions like which flowers you like and which drapes you like. If you refuse to help, he'll assume it's because you're grumpy and punish you with predicament bondage . For example, using rope to tie you to furniture in a way that if you stand on your tiptoes nothing hurts, but if you lower your heels because of the strain on your calves and feet, you pull the slack out of the rope attached to your nipple clamps and they get painfully tugged on.

To be frank there's no way Asmo is waiting for the wedding LOLL he'll make sure to make you moan and cum a lot so that he can point out how silly it was of you to try and resist him.

Yandere!Beel doesn't really want a whole big wedding -- he finds the long ceremony boring and hard to sit through without getting hungry, and the more important thing for him is domestic life with you, like waking up in the same bed as you. If you want a wedding, he will try to talk you out of it; if it's really important, he will agree but be mopey and kind of...out of his element.

Assuming that you're saying you want to wait for marriage when he's coming on to you, he'll just say "Sorry, I can't" and continue having his way with you. If you're announcing it another time, he'll tell you that he doesn't think it's possible for him and maybe cheer you up if you seem upset about it.

Yandere!Belphegor would want a wedding, but not a traditional one. Probably once he trusts you not to run away, he'd want to elope with you to see some beautiful nature, or just try something neither of you have done before. If he doesn't trust you, no wedding at all because there's no way he'll be able to make it through some long ceremony without falling asleep standing up, and he finds the whole thing to be a drag.

In response to you asking to wait for marriage, he'd probably dismissively say something like "Okay fine, sit on my face then. That's not sex." He'll try his luck that way about basically anything, including actually fucking you ("It's not sex if we don't make eye contact," he says, knowing that he will absolutely make intentional eye contact). He'd pretend to leave it up to you, mostly to see what he can get away with, but if you keep resisting he'll probably fuck you while you are sleeping. He likes the idea of you having a dirty dream because of this, and really enjoys watching the sleepiness quickly evaporate out of your expression to be replaced with shock/fear/horror/maybe all three and a fourth thing when you realize what is happening.

Did you like this, anons!!! Think I missed something? Have a follow up question?? I hope either way that you liked it~

Always taking more asks and requests uwu

[breakfastteatime]

Today's Fallen Order request is for @cityofperpeptualgloom - "I'm here."

“Cere.”

She looks up from her book (a detailed history of the hallikset and music theory she started reading during the war and never had a chance to finish) and sees Merrin staring down at her, worry clouding her expression. “What’s wrong?”

Merrin shakes her head. “It’s Cal. In the ruins. I don’t… He won’t speak but… I think he needs you.”

“Is he hurt?”

“Not physically.”

“An echo,” Cere surmises.

Merrin nods. “He won’t tell me what it is.”

“Leave it to me. And tell Greez he might want to clear out the engine room for a while, just in case.”

“He will immediately begin baking Cal those spice cakes he likes,” Merrin says as she heads in Greez’s direction.

Cere leaves the datapad on the table and heads outside into a beautiful, sunny day. The temperature is just right, the air alive with the freshly blooming flowers, sharped by sea salt. The old Jedi temple they came to explore is right on the beach. It’s so idyllic, Cere can’t believe the Empire hasn’t set up a retreat here for the higher ups. She imagines their absence is only because they’re too far from popular shipping lanes, and there are no military benefits to the location.

Not yet anyway.

The Force guides her to Cal no matter how intently he shields. Once a Seeker, always a Seeker. His aura, shrouded though it is, simmers with white hot pain. Worry spiking, Cere picks up the pace and finds Cal deep inside the temple, beyond winding halls of meditation chambers, bedrooms, refectories, even an empty library, in an oculus hall, bathed in the sunlight pouring through the open ceiling. BD looks up at him, slumped and sorry. He sees Cere and hurries over to her, feet tip tapping over the marble floor. He clambers onto her back, beeping quietly. She gives the little droid a pat on the head. She’s here, she’ll help. The oculus hall is huge. Once, it would have housed Jedi seeking peace and wisdom. Now, the painstaking marble carvings hopelessly stained, the chamber home to countless bird species.

Birds, and a small pile Jedi robes at Cal’s feet, weathered beyond use.

“Merrin sent you.”

“She did. She’s worried about you.” And so is Cere. Cal won’t even turn to look at her.

“Children,” Cal tells her from where he stands over the pile. His voice strains, thick with tears. “Left here, long ago. Not because of the purge. There was a disaster on a nearby world. The masters went to help, left their children behind, thinking they would be back within a day or two. They never returned. And these children, left alone, starved. They didn’t know what to do, didn’t understand why they were abandoned here.” He presses both hands to his head, hair spilling over pale fingers. “Everything I touch, all I ever see is misery and suffering. I’m so sick of it.” His head tilts back, tear-stained cheeks catching the sunlight. “Why is the galaxy so full of pain? Why can’t I stop it?”

BD hops down from Cere’s back and rushes to Cal, waiting for him to crouch down. Cal doesn’t so much crouch as collapse, sobbing.

“I’m so sorry,” Cere says. She’d suggested they check this world out not only for the Jedi heritage to be found here, but also to give them all a break. She knows he’s worked on his psychometry, found ways of managing it, and yet the fact remains that the past hurts. Crouching beside him, she places a hand on his shoulder. “I’m here.”

To her surprise, he falls against her. She wraps her arms around him, feels his body trembling with his tears. He’s not shielding her from it now. It buffets her, and it's only thanks to her own shields that she doesn’t crumple along with him.

She waits for him to cry it out. BD hops on to Cal’s back and presses against him, a tiny droid hug. Slowly, steadily, Cal calms.

“Release the memory,” Cere says. “Let it go now.”

“For once, I wish… I want…” But whatever it is he wants, Cal doesn’t say. Instead, he does something he’s getting frighteningly good at – packing up his feelings and putting them away, out of sight and unreachable. He pulls back, wipes a hand over his face, and musters up a faint smile. “Thanks, Cere. I’m sorry I worried you.”

“No need to be sorry,” she says, standing and holding out a hand. He takes it, letting her help him to his feet. “You’re allowed to worry me.”

His smile is a little brighter. “Did you hear that, BD? I got permission to worry Cere.”

BD whoops.

“Permission can be revoked, you know,” Cere says, nudging Cal.

[needle-noggins]

Sav's Author Highlight: Lenipez

For the entire week of @trigunfanfic appreciation week, I’m going to highlight my favorite authors and friends whose writing I adore and why. Now it's @madnessmadness's turn >:3

Oh man. I gotta start first with the fic series that low-key changed my life, Becoming Eden.

Rating: mostly M (main series), some T or E (side stories) | Ship: Gen, +/- Mashwood if you squint, previous VashMilly | Genre: Sci Fi, Drama, Very House of Leaves, Psychological.... horror? fuckery? | Trigun Soup (all three characterizations in a blender)

Last summer I started this fic on a whim and had no idea that I was in for the wildest, most interesting fic I'd ever read. I have to chew on every word so slowly, sucking as much meaning as I can out of every metaphor, trying to figure out what the POV character is saying versus what they mean vs what is true. The prose is unlike anything I had ever read before, and the formatting is so unique and interesting. I was sending screenshots of this fic to my irl friends who haven't watched Trigun, that's how intensely this fic had me in a chokehold.

Becoming Eden is always reminding me that I can write weirder, I can write sillier, I can do whatever I want. It's a masterclass in sci fi weirdness, diving into different character POVs, unreliable narration, and using unusual formatting to help tell the story. It's a visual experience as much as it is a verbal one. Even with a huge cast of characters getting POVs, there is such an interesting difference in each one of them, and they all feel so unique and rich. And the imagery and metaphors! Damn!! This series has in turn inspired some of my own writing, particularly a one shot I wrote about Rem and plants.

Also, Waterloo is my new on repeat anthem. It calms me down, okay?

I also highly highly recommend Leni's other works, particularly their other interesting poetry if you like what BE has to offer, a Pacific Rim AU, their Millyknives if you're into that, and their fairy AU. ALSO! Their smut! Their smut is so delicious that I actually want to highlight some of it on its own.

First Rodeo - Mashwood, E. 11K of Meryl weaponizing her rope tying skills into the longest slow burn oh my god. Makes me insane just thinking about it. Everyone is pitiful in this and the tension is insane. This is one of my favorite smut fics of all time, and I read a lot of smut.

Jar of Marbles series - Vashmeryl, Vashwood. E. Weird alien xenobiology. I can never look at an ultrasound the same way. I love the implications in this fic, both funny and not. Wolfwood's weak little "Oh yeah?" makes me die laughing.

White Lie - Vashmeryl, E. But in the fun stupid way that is catnip to me.

Hog Tied - Stryfewood, E. You want stupid bickering Stryfewood? You got it!!

ANYWAY. I'm not sure how else to describe Leni's writing style other than that it's vivid, wonderfully metaphorical, and has a stream-of-consciousness flow that is so interesting and sucks you right in. It's really just something you're going to have to experience on your own. It's inspired some of my own writing too, and it's a really fun style. Leni's biggest advice is that fic is always for fun, and you can just tell how much fun they have writing their fic. And I want to sit down and dissect every little bit of Becoming Eden. I want a bound copy. I want a full college course and a dissertation on the themes. Makes me crazy in the best way, and to really just add the icing on the cake, Leni is a wonderful, kind human through and through.

[brainlessbaguette]

Okay I'm doing a Fionna and Cake ep 2 ramble, because there is so much Finn slander rn and after binging all of Adventure Time I'm losing my marbles over this.

So heavy spoilers below

This is probs gonna be a mess and idc if nobody reads this, I just want to chuck my feelings into the void of the internet.

First and foremost I genuinely DO NOT believe Finn is using Jake's kids to replace Jake. Finn has always been very extroverted and has been shown to have separation and abandonment issues (remember how fast he freaked when fern ditched him or how weird finn sword started acting after grass sword shattered it, and just Martin). It makes sense for his character that'd he'd continue adventuring with other friends and family after Jake. We also have to remember PB and Marcie are out being together, so while I'm sure they still hang out its not as much as it used to be. I genuinely see him turning to his remaining family to see if they want to tag along. Like I could 100% be wrong, but I feel if he was using Jake's kids he would've pushed more to get TV to follow them, but instead he just asked once and then just accepted/respected TV's decision to dip.

Okay now Simon and Finn are both grieving, and neither of them are dealing with it well. Finn has clearly emotionally regressed a bit and is struggling with the loss of Jake. There were numerous times where Jake showed to be really cool with death and Finn not at all be cool with Jake dying. I wouldn't be surpirised if they never really made any progress with that problem, again pretty sure Finn has abandonment issues, so its very easy to see Jake's passing setting him back years in emotional growth. But people have been saying things like "Finn's being ignorant to Simons feelings" "He's in complete denial" "He needs to learn to be a better friend" "He's lost all of the character growth he had in the show" and I cannot deal with this. These comments are the reason I'm making this because shenanigans.

A quick play by play of the very important interaction that people seem to gloss over.

Finn meets up with Simon starting to lose his shit in the bar over Fionna and Cake. He immediately tries to calm him down and Simon freaks out a little more. Finn acknowledges this isn't about the stories and gently asks him whats wrong. Simon proceeds to tell him while clearly having a breakdown, Finn tries to calm him down and even tells him he's sorry. Presumably a "I'm sorry your feeling this way." Simon then admits some really heavy stuff and at this point Finn realizes hes way out of his comfort zone and asks if he's talked to Marcie, i.e. the person that would be able to provide more/better support. Simon brushes that off, Finn basically hits him with a "there's so much more to live for" and Simon says some even darker things, Finn looks around for help, and at this point decides to play the distraction card.

Thats still our boy! Hes damaged but not completely emotionally unaware. He also knew his limits, he looked for help when things got dark and then began to try some stuff that helped him. Like honestly if a friend was saying some of the things Simon was to me and I had no backup I'd also play the distraction card. Were they good distractions? No, not for Simon. But he was genuinely trying. He's not happy but he's staying cheery to try and get Simon in a better place. He also isn't intentionally forcing Simon to go with him, and takes him home as soon as he expresses that he's done.

Its a mess, they're a mess and are absolutley not the ones to help each other. The blindfolds in the forest or "the blind leading the blind" is the perfect expression for what this trainwreck is. They both need outside help and I think thats what we're going to see in this show. This was the first two episodes that set the stage. I imagine there will be a "Finn Mertens" episode, so like lets chill out and cut our boy some slack, at least until we see the whole story, he genuinely tried. Honestly, having just rewatched the whole show, I have a fair bit of faith in the writing team, I highly doubt they'd butcher Finn's character like that.

Anyway I'm loving this show so far, just bugged by some of the hot takes to come out of it. This is all my opinions, so I guess my hot takes? But I just wanted to stand up for the boy.

Also also, people better not be blaming Marcie for being neglectful. Shes barely been seen yet, and currently has no idea whats happening. Give it a bit.

I'm also under the impression Finn's got a separate arm for adventuring, soley because getting another major injury off camera is just kinda out of charcter for the show. But Idk maybe they're just trying something new.

[standardfriends]

you melt up my body 🍨

Word Count: 2.2k || Kim Junkyu x Fem. Reader || Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Degradation, Food Innuendos/References, Angst, Established Relationship, Toxic Pranks, Fem Petnames (Baby Girl, Princess), Mention of Safe Word

Junkyu arrives at home after a long day at his part time job. It's just a basic gig at a ice cream shop but it covers his half of the rent so it's enough for him. However it also happens to be the same day college acceptance letters came in the mail. You and Junkyu prank each other a lot, for instance on your birthday he pretended he had forgotten, after you finally came out of your room from crying for hours he and your friends jumped out to surprise you with ice cream cake, your favorite, and gifts. Or on Christmas you both had the idea of pretending to get each other coal, however once you both started opening gifts that fell through immediately. You decide to get him again today and make him think he didn't get into his first choice. Was it a little cruel? Well yes, but you know he's smart enough to eventually figure out you're lying out of your ass, he's not as oblivious as you. If falling for this prank would fall under being oblivious that is. Walking into the kitchen he finds you on the counter shuffling through the mail as you usually do and doesn’t think much of it.

"Hey baby, how have you been today." Leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips earning a giggle from you. "I've been ok guess what came in the mail today~" you say gleefully, causing Junkyu to instantly grab at the envelopes in your hand. He furiously shuffles, once, twice, and three times. Only to realize that the one he was looking forward to the most isn't there, this had to be a joke right. A soft chuckle escapes him, "None from Princeton? Are you sure.." he tries his best to coat his words with calm unlike the anxiety racing in his mind. You put on the biggest sad puppy eyes as your boyfriend's eyebrows continue to furrow in confusion, "I checked the back of the mailbox & asked the mail man baby I'm sorry..." His mind just goes blank, his eyes filled with an empty dark stare.

He did everything perfectly, he was valedictorian, he was on several varsity sports, was the leader of the lite music club, and even did volunteer work on top of working. He can't help but be overcome with despair, how could this happen, why him, he did everything needed and more so why? "I mean, I didn't want you to go off and leave me here, it's too far anyways." You continue with the prank and try to gauge his reaction, he's looking down at the letters in his hands intently so you can't see his face. That giggle was just his final straw, it felt like the person he expected to understand his depression the most was mocking him. It was eating him alive. "Are you fucking dumb?" He finally looks you in the eyes, your smile has never dropped faster. His eyebrows furrow jaw quivering with rage. "You out of everyone should know how long I've been wanting to go to this school. And yet you have the audacity to sit here and laugh. It's funny to you because what? You didn't want to be lonely for a little bit while I literally complete one of my life goals. I feel like I just wasted four years of my life for nothing and you're laughing." He scoffs he cant believe it you are so fucking selfish. As he continues to chew you out you struggle to hold back tears, you just want to tell him it was a joke. You can't stand it when he yells, it's like he's a whole different person. You know you've gone too far, you actually hurt him this time.

He's spent up all his energy being angry at this point so he can do nothing but turn and face the cold marble counters. Tears streaming from his eyes, life is just so shitty and cruel he cant stand it. He put so much effort for it to all be a waste, like an idiot, and that his whole life he was lied to. You try to compose yourself, you knew this was important but you didn't realize this prank would lead to you feeling like the biggest asshole ever. To restore some hope to his now crushed dreams you grab his letter from under you, you bring it into his teary vision, knowing it was time to come clean. "Congrats on getting in baby! I'm so proud of you..." It takes him a second to process what you said through your strained voice yet he grips the small paper packet from you and starts sobbing with relief. He turns to look at you and hugs you deeply. Mumbling thank you, thank god, thank you, thank you, thank you.' And you sit there crying with him until he calms down.

Usually after pranks like this he immediately buries his head into the crook of your neck and asks if you want to get your shared favorite creamy dessert but today something is different. He simply wipes his face while smirking and giggling to himself, when he finally looks into your glassy brown eyes. "So you think it's funny to mess with my feelings princess?" Huh? Princess-Where did that come from? Junkyu thinks that'd be too easy, you toyed with him a lot today, he has to get his lick back somehow. "Don't act like you don't know what I mean baby..." He inches his face closer to you till you can feel his steaming breath on your lips. "Seems like you need to be taught a lesson." Without taking your eyes away from his intent gaze on your lips you sharply inhale. You definitely get the memo when swiftly you are on the counter again your shorts ripped off your legs in record time. This is not how you saw this prank going at all but you can't say you're complaining.

Junkyu crashes his lips against yours desperate to prod your mouth open with his tongue, fiercely fighting for control. You can tell he's irritated enough and give in without a fight, you're too focused trying to keep up with his aggressive nature that you forget to breathe.

While your lips are starting to swell he pushes your panties to the side, looking like a rabid dog starved for days. "What a little slut how are you already so wet? Getting so needy from me being mean to you." You trace the lines of his hands with your eyes as he glides his fingers against your folds. His gaze is completely enamored by your, it's as if your a popsicle melting in the sun. His gaze burning holes into you while also making you more desperate. He loves dominating you watching you twitch at how antagonizing his motions are. He then lowers his head and licks his flat tongue against your dripping core making you melt in his hand. "This cunt tastes so good, so good just for me babygirl." he says staring deep into your eyes, he's so cocky. Only he could have you on the kitchen counter sensitive to his every touch. "I'll teach you to trick me again you cock hungry slut." Junkyu degrading you was different but god did it make your thighs press together (which he pried open of course) you were going to take his punishment like the dumb bitch you are.

Giving no time to adjust he sticks two fingers in the pain making you hitch your breath he just smirks and clicks his tongue. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of your heat, focusing hard on your walls clenching around his digits, while curling his tongue to flick your sensitive bud. You bite your lips trying to suppress your mewls and moans. God does he make it hard it's been less than a minute and yet he's hitting your g-spot so consistently he knows the insides and outs of your body better than you do sometimes. Junkyu being attentive as he is sharply takes notice, "You had no problem being a little brat earlier giggling while making me panic babygirl, daddy wants to hear every noise when he makes you cream on his fingers." You try to ignore him as you don't wan't all the neighbors to know that your boyfriend is fucking you dumb but he doesn't care. Misbehaving earned you a nice red mark on your thigh, it only made him more unrelenting. You try so hard to keep your composure but the way he's giving so much friction to your clit you can't help but grab his hair and push him away. Groaning when he quickly ceases "Ah Ah princess hands on the counter you're gonna take the punishment I give you." You end up trying to dig your nails into the counter only to have your grip fail you every single time. Junkyu finds you struggling under him so amusing, this is the person that tried to mess with him 10 minutes ago and now you're a moaning mess, begging him to give your poor pussy a break, how pathetic.

He rests his arm behind your back as your moans get louder and intensify, watching your strength and resistance weakening. "Junkyu—mmm I-I'm so—mm—" You try so hard to let him know but he's distracted, pounding into you unrelentingly. With every motion his palm hits your pussy rhythmically and sending shocks through your bud you didn't know were possible. Within seconds you release onto his finger shaking from the immense release washing over your body. It was like a mind numbing brain freeze of pure ecstasy. Whatever, Junkyu keeps going, "Stop closing your legs you cock drunk whore you know this what you deserve. Too bad you were being a stupid brat now daddy's gonna fuck your pretty little cunt until his fingers cramp." If there's one thing Junkyu doesn't do it's empty promises, your resistance if anything makes him rougher more aggressive than ever. Between your overstimulated moans and shaking all you can manage is "Junkyu please—stop! Daddy too much—Ah I can't! Please Junkyu—" He does nothing but continue to stare at your reactions, him biting his lip watching your eyes roll to the back of your head, he's so smug knowing that he's making you feel this way. You're his pretty little sex doll, no one else controls you like this, only him. Junkyu starts curling his fingers more, as overwhelming as it is he sure knows how to use his hands. "Daddy please it hurts, Junkyu it's too much I'm sorry please stop" you choke between tears the feeling has engulfed you, your legs are twitching and numb all you can do is hear the squelching of his hands rhythmically going in and out. "You should've thought about that earlier slut, and don't act like you're not enjoying this princess you haven't said our safe word once." It's like he scooped you out and ate you up, there's nothing you could hide from him. Junkyu ramming into your pussy over and over again until you can only think of him turns you on so much.

You quickly reach your second, third, and fourth orgasm. Around your incoming fifth orgasm he starts to burn up taking off his shirt to reveal his tonedd chest. Seeing you fully slutted out, cock drunk, and vulnerable for him just motivates him to keep going. As much as he'd like to keep up this "punishment" the tent in his pants has other ideas. "Fuck baby you keeping cumming and squirting for daddy think you got another one in you?" he unzips a bit to palm himself through his underwear. He's trying so hard to not be so needy, that's what you are, his vulnerable needy little fuck toy who is giving him such a show. But he couldn't help it hearing you yell his name, begging him, calling him daddy like the little slut you are how could he not get turned on. "Sorry daddy needs to feel all of you, Im gonna fill up your tight little cunt so good princess." You moan out in a dazed state, you couldn't even properly respond cause next thing you know his cock thrusts into you without warning. "Taking me in...so good baby, fuck!" His pace is so fast the room is filled with wet lewd noises and clapping of skin. Between your bodies is a mixture of so many different emotions and feelings. It drives him crazy feeling your walls clench and suck him in so well. He'd usually try and last longer but you just feel so good, he can feel everything it's as if he's on cloud nine. Only you could take him in so we'll, it was like you were made for him.

"I'm cumming baby girl, daddy's gonna fill up his pretty little toy with his seed." His pace starts to slow down you reaching your limit as well. Finally he releases into you with one last thrust and he circles your bud helping you both ride out your highs. Not moving an inch to make sure that not a drop of cum leaks out.You stay there for a while, pressing your sweaty heads together through the silence of your breaths. Even when Junkyu finally does pull out he pushes all his seed right back into you as if it's a precious homemade recipe. After finally wiping you down and helping you off the counter, that's when he goes back to your normal loving boyfriend. Asking you, "Let's go get some ice cream, hmm?"

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[lancermylove]

Chapter 8 (N.SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: N.SFW ➣ Word Count: 2,341 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: I dub this chapter the talkative chapter. I didn't realize I added so many verbal interactions. 😅

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It was like a mountain of food, a veritable labyrinth of delicious delicacies. From candy canes to Christmas tree cookies to gingerbread houses, ribbon candy, pudding, sponge cake, pies, chocolates, brownies, and gift baskets were sprawled across the immense marble island. The array of colors and smells made your head spin, and in front of the Food Everest stood the Avatar of Gluttony chopping on a red and green cake.

"Beel, did you buy out an entire grocery store?" You asked incredulously.

"No, but he did buy out the entire Christmas market," Asmo giggled beside you. "The vendors felt blessed to have Beel stop by their tents. To be blessed to have met a demon...now that's something I never expected to hear."

Beel didn't stop eating but chuckled at the statement. The Avatar of Lust stepped in front of you, blocking your view of the nauseating mountain of festive treats, and held up a familiar bag of gingerbread men. "Sweetie, these are from Mary. She asked me to give them to you."

"Mary? The elderly lady we met at the market?" You asked, gently taking the bag from his hand.

"Yes! Her eyes were so much brighter now, and she even got a haircut. I did her makeup, and I can't tell you how many people were staring at her," Asmo said, touching his cheeks and laughing. "Who knows? Maybe she will find someone and won't be lonely anymore."

A part of you wondered why Asmo had taken such a liking to Mary, but it warmed your heart to know that she was doing better. Not to mention, the happiness on the third brother's face made you smile. "I am happy she is doing better, and thank you for the cookies. I'm going to go give one to Satan. See you later! Also, Beel, hope you are prepared for the sugar rush."

You left Asmo and Beel behind and headed to Satan's bedroom. As you approached, you saw him by the window, looking out into the distance. He seemed disturbed and restless but glanced at you when you walked closer. The demon's eyes held a faint smile, but his mind was clearly preoccupied with other matters. "Good morning, (y/n)."

"Morning, Satan. Would you like one?" You asked, holding the bag of gingerbread men in front of his face. He chuckled as he took one from the bag and bit into it very carefully, but his reaction otherwise was muted. For a moment, you watched Satan chewing and then voiced your thoughts. "What are you thinking about? Rather, who are you thinking about?"

Satan's instant froze in reaction to your question. While his instinct was to wave it aside with an air of casualness as if it wasn't worth much thought, the tiny flicker of emotion that momentarily crossed his face told you otherwise. You wanted to probe further, but the sudden honk of a car horn startled you.

"I have to get going, but Satan...listen to your heart. Not what you are telling your heart, but what your heart is telling you," you warmly whispered. Before he could respond, you quickly hugged the Avatar of Wrath and rushed downstairs, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

You ran out of the house and saw Solomon waving at you near a black SUV. He had invited you on a road trip, using the excuse, 'You need to get away from the brothers and their drama for a while.' Knowing Solomon would not drop the topic until you accepted, you had reluctantly given in.

"Are you ready to leave?" The sorcerer queried, and you responded with an affirmative nod. But, instead of walking to the driver's seat, Solomon proceeded to the vehicle's trunk. He opened the trunk, and to your surprise, Mammon was curled up inside. The Avatar of Greed was surprised to have been discovered and slowly stepped out.

"I don't recall extending an invitation to you, Mammon," Solomon said, amused at the demon's antic.

"It ain't fair ya get to go on a road trip with (y/n). I wanted to join ya. The more the merrier, y'know," Mammon nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Speaking of, more the merrier," Solomon said as he opened one of the back doors to reveal Levi crouched behind the driver's seat. "Hello, Leviathan. I also do not recall inviting you."

"Levi? Mammon? Seriously?" You attempted to reprimand them, but witnessing their childish jealousy, you couldn't maintain your composure. The brothers were adorable when they got jealous.

"Let us join, will ya?" Mammon pleaded, his eyes growing in size as if trying to display his best puppy eyes impression. Levi followed suit to implore for your permission.

"Levi, did I interfere when you went sweater shopping with (y/n)? Mammon, when you ran off with (y/n) and left me to decorate the cabin's exterior, did I hunt you down? No, right?" The sorcerer calmly asked, his smile neither leaving his lips nor reaching his eyes. "So, now it's my turn to spend time with (y/n). Beel, could you please carry them inside? It seems as though they are having trouble walking."

In an act of innocence, Beel took Solomon's word to face value and hoisted Levi on his shoulder like he were merely a bag of potatoes. As the third brother squealed in protest, the Avatar of Gluttony wrapped his arm around Mammon and tucked him under his muscular arm like he were a piece of wooden plank. You observed the comical spectacle in sheer amusement, all the while trying to stifle your laughter.

Once on the road, you quietly observed Solomon from the passenger seat. The skilled driver was entirely focused on the road ahead while being completely aware of your stare. Finally, he asked teasingly, "Is there something on my face, or am I just that handsome?"

"Neither. I mean, you're handsome, but it's odd to see you driving. Are you sure you know what you are doing?" You teased, but he gave no reaction. The next moment, he deliberately swerved the car. In a panic, you grasped hold of anything within reach as your heart jumped in your throat and your eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Maybe I shouldn't be driving," he teased in return.

"Solomon!" You yelled and slapped his arm, evoking a laugh from him. "My life just flashed before my eyes!"

Even though he initially laughed, his mood shifted to a serious tone as he spoke with more tenderness. "Your well-being and safety are my top priorities. I would never let anything happen to you."

"Aww, you're so sweet," you giggled, settling back in your seat as your heart returned to a normal pace. "So, where are we going? You never told me."

"Didn't you have a wish to see the aurora borealis?"

Upon hearing his words, you squealed in delight as it had been your long unfulfilled dream. Then, a realization dawned on you - you never told Solomon about this wish, so how did he know? The only place you wrote this was in your...you gasped, "You read my diary!?"

"Well, if you hadn't left it open on your bed, I would have had the pleasure to skim through the poetic pages," he playfully joked.

For the rest of the trip, you sullenly sat with your arms crossed over your chest and observed the passing scenery. The sun was setting in the distance, casting orange ribbons over the landscape and painting the sky with gorgeous shades of red. The atmosphere was silent, punctuated only by the gentle sound of the car's engine.

Upon reaching the destination, you scanned the vast area. The air was thick and heavy, with an icy chill that seeped into your skin and bones, while the ground was covered in a pristine layer of thick, powdery snow that glittered like fine crystals in the dim heavenly light. There was no other sign of life in this desolate spot, leaving nothing but a freezing silence and stillness occasionally disturbed by gusts of wind.

You sat on the bonnet of the car, wrapped in a blanket, as you admired the beauty of the star-speckled sky, unaware of the fact that Solomon was observing you from the corners of his eyes. The wait would be an ongoing affair and a risky bet, but you dearly hoped the aurora borealis would bestow its blessing on you.

"Hey, Solomon," you softly uttered, "Thank you for always looking out for me. You do a lot, but I take it for granted. Thank you for having my back, even if you do things to annoy me, like reading my diary without my permission. Thank you for being there for me."

Solomon was greatly touched by your unexpected gratitude, but he could not bring himself to openly express his feelings in response; instead, he resorted to his usual ways. "You know that Thanksgiving has already passed, right?"

You stared at him blankly for a moment before replying dryly, "That was a terrible joke."

"It wasn't that bad," Solomon chuckled and turned his attention to the sky. "So, how is Satan doing? I am aware of what happened at the lake. And no, I was not stalking you, him, or Lucifer. I happen to see you helping Satan back to the cabin."

"You always know everything that is going on, don't you? You should change your title from sorcerer to detective," you giggled and shook your head. "He is fine. Thankfully..."

"(Y/n), I am aware you deeply care for the brothers, but remember that they are far more resilient than humans." Solomon only sought to comfort and assuage you with his words. But in the next moment, his seriousness thawed into teasing. "But I am a human, so you can worry about me all you want."

"Yeah, a human who met the dinosaurs before the meteors took them out," you laughed wholeheartedly, lightly nudging his arm with your elbow.

"I am ancient, but not that ancient," the sorcerer chuckled and raised his hands in defeat, acknowledging that the conversation had reached a humorous conclusion. It was clear that he had lost the battle of wit but was gracious in his defeat and accepted being bested.

Your eyes darted towards the skies as you silently hoped the lights would appear, but the waiting time was seemingly never-ending. The quiet atmosphere, blanketed in darkness, only strengthened the feeling of hopelessness and despair. Your hope for the lights to appear faded as you brace for disappointment instead. "I don't think we will get to see them..."

"You know, along with your well-being, I also care about your happiness," Solomon whispered as he ruffled your hair. "We can't have you disappointed, now can we?"

With a snap of his finger, you perceived faint traces of verdant-blue colored lights emerging in the darkened sky. The display of colors became increasingly evident and more vivid as the lights gradually became more prominent. In seconds, the sky was illuminated by a magnificent and enthralling showcase of colors, as though it had been transformed into a mesmeric display of lights.

The stunning spectacle of colors and lights in the celestial sky had your heart aglow with wonder and fascination. Seeing how deeply pleased you were caused the sorcerer's heart to swell with delight. His hard work and practice had paid off.

"How did you...?" You muttered under your breath.

"I created the spell...solely for you..."

When the sorcerer disclosed that he had created this spell solely for you, you were at a loss for words. Did your happiness matter to him to this extent? You met his cobalt-shaded orbs with your tearful gaze. But before your tears could pour, the sorcerer quickly brushed them away with the back of his index finger.

Wordlessly, you leaned forward to meet his lips in a tender and affectionate kiss, letting out a gentle sigh as your lips touched his. Although the sorcerer was initially surprised, he quickly reciprocated the loving kiss. While your lips intertwined, the aurora borealis continued to paint the night sky with its beautiful and awe-inspiring colors.

In an unexpected gesture, Solomon has brought along camping gear with the intent of spending the night with you. His playful announcement that the two of you would stay the night with a smug and confident grin was accompanied by his reassuring words that he would accept all responsibility should anyone question or lecture you.

"Earlier, you thanked me for helping you...why not show that gratitude through action," Solomon teased as he sat beside you in the surprisingly warm and large tent.

"How, exactly?" You raised an eyebrow but chuckled.

"The choice is yours."

The soft touch of your tongue along Solomon's erect length sent waves of pleasure throughout his body, sending his heart into a flurry of beats. As your lips began to enclose his length with each lick, the sorcerer was taken aback by the intense and arousing sensation it provoked in him. When he said the choice was yours, the sorcerer had not expected you to push him onto the sleeping bag, turn your back to him, and capture his penis in your mouth. Solomon couldn't recall the last time he had experienced such a thrill.

A ripple of pleasure reverberated through your body as he dug his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your thighs. His touch elicited an intense excitement that sent tremors down your spine and legs. He had not intended to spare you from experiencing the same thrill and took you by surprise by burying his face between your legs. The sorcerer eagerly moved his tongue up and down your intimate flesh, enjoying every second and reveling in your delicious taste.

Outside the tent, the harsh and unforgiving cold seemed like a shallow shadow that couldn't compare to the bright light of passion that shined within. The entire world faded away as the two of you got swept up in your desires to devour every bit of each other's being and melt into one.

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➣ Buy me a Ko-fi?

[fangirltothefullest]

I find it fascinating that with a ton of movies and TV media shifting to an overhyped group of garbage content, we as people online have chosen the Old Ways of sitting around someone Doing Something and watching it happen.

Sometimes it's something that already happened and we watch the process:

We sit for hours watching people clean carpets.

We sit for hours watching people power wash grass off the sidewalk or make it clean.

We sit for hours watching people bake cakes and decorate cookies.

We watch hours of sped up footage of little Jimmy building a card tower so it can knock down.

Sometimes it's in real time:

We watch streamers struggle through a game for 5 hours and root for them.

We watch streamers play minecraft rpgs making up stories as they go.

We watch sports games and root for our favourite teams.

We watch groups of people plag dnd in real time.

We watch someone create artwork through the whole process, start to finish.

To me this speaks of a community necessity. We are meant to come together and talk while people do stuff. We are meant to watch humans being humans but in a way that's not just ogling through a glass, but with a community of people who want to talk about and admire what they're seeing or what they saw.

A lot of Capitalism tells us we have to Be Unique, Be Separate, Be Individual, Be Alone. Reach that Pinacle of the pyramid top to be Successful. It's bullshit.

But I think most of us, just like our ancestors, want to sit around a fire and hear someone tell us a story or let us watch how they bend the marble to their will or how threads turn into a blanket with the right hands, or how they take something dirty and clean it or just watch little Jimmy build his 50000th marble race track and root for a coloured marble none of us has any control over.

And I think all those who want to do the creating, who want to tell the stories, who want to paint the pictures, who want to weave the rugs and clean the carpets and make the race tracks and paint the stars and sing their campaigns are the backbones of our society and I'm tired of people not valuing it.

[muffinworry]

I'm terribly late in seeing this, so if you're no longer in the mood for prompts, pls cheerfully ignore :) But I had to send you Maraschino cherries for the ADSOM character of your choice b/c well. you wrote the "fruit that started a war" fic with If Cut Deep Down the Middle, and I had to know what on earth you would do with more fruit inspiration ;)

This is such a lovely ask, thank you! You and @pinkcupboardwitch actually both sent the same one and well, it's not quite maraschino, but I hope it will do.

A Cherry When It's Blooming Has No Stone

Weak sunshine kisses the pale stones of the castle walls. A wooden door opens silently into what had once been the kitchen garden. Two sparrows, bathing in the dust, suddenly take flight as the little girl appears. Nasi is hurrying this morning, swinging a basket as she walks across the brownish grass. This morning she rushes through her usual hellos.

“Can’t stop and talk, my lord, my lady. You understand.”

The stone faces look at her calmly. Sir Longnose is growing a patch of moss over an ear, and Nasi makes a mental note to give him special attention next time she’s scrubbing them. The Mirror Maiden still holds water in her cupped marble hand; the sparrows will like that. Nasi nods respectfully to her left and right as she passes. The oldest statue, the one whose face is so worn down that it’s impossible to make out any features except for a mouth twisted in pain, she just calls Old King, and she gives him a wide berth.

It's not a long walk, not if you go directly. Nasi, from force of long habit, flits from shadow to shadow, pausing to listen between each. Not that the servants bother her, but sometimes they’ll turn to watch her with their empty eyes, and that always makes her feel itchy between her shoulder blades. The king and queen are busy this morning, she’d already made sure of that. As for their knight, the one they call their pet, well, she doesn’t know where the man is, but she doesn’t fear him in the same way. The children in the city might, but they’re just Kosik children after all. They don’t know the palace the way Nasi does.

At the end of the sculpture garden is a low stone wall, built long ago to keep out deer, not soldiers. Nasi swings her basket over the crumbling rocks, then scrambles up, inelegantly. There’s a tearing sound as her skirt catches, and she says a rude word, more for the pleasure of saying it out loud than from real annoyance. She’ll mend it later. She’s good with a needle: it’s the reason she’s been allowed to stay in the castle. Every morning she braids the queen’s hair into a pale coronet, and stitches gems among the plaits. Nasi’s own braid hangs down her back with a tiny bell on the ribbon at its end. The queen doesn’t like it when people move too quietly around her. Nasi used to think it would be nice to be the queen, to have fine foods and pretty clothes and people bowing in the streets to her. Of course that was back when she was little.

The tree is waiting for her in what must have been an ornamental garden once. A dry fountain, its basin cracked and filled with dead leaves, stands at the heart of a network of looping gravel paths. Bramble and ivy cover the rotting trellises where roses once stood. And in the heart of it all is Nasi’s Tree. Businesslike, she examines the netting draped over it before carefully pulling it back. And there are the cherries, ready and waiting.

She pops one in her mouth and makes a face. Small and sour, but it will do. Not the kind of cherries that belong in cakes, but these can be carefully hoarded in sweet syrup for the long winters. She starts filling the basket, nibbling occasionally, until she’s picked all the ripe ones. She carefully replaces the net she’d knitted in the winter, when she’d first wondered if she could coax a handful of fruit from the old tree. A cloud over the sun makes her start and look around. She’s spent too long on her task; the king and queen will be home soon.

Climbing back down over the wall is awkward with the full basket, but she manages. As she straightens up and turns to the path, Nasi collides with someone. Cherries go rolling as she loses her balance. She yelps in surprise as a big hand catches her shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Holland says, his voice flat as always.

Nasi stares at him, then at the fruit on the ground.

“That took me all morning,” she wails, and to her embarrassment, bursts into sobs.

The Antari sighs. “Hush,” he says, “they’re back now, and you don’t want to disturb them.” Then, as she can’t seem to stop crying, he bends down and picks up a double cherry. “Here. They’re not damaged.”

“Oh,” gasps Nasi, taking it. “Like jewels.” She hangs the cherries from her braid by their joined stem. She admires her work, twirling it in red-stained fingers. “I’m a queen now!”

For a moment Holland looks almost queasy, but he says nothing. The two of them hunt through the grass for the glowing red fruit.

“Thank you,” Nasi says breathlessly, when her basket is full again.

Holland nods. “I’ll want a few of those in syrup, for my tea,” is all he says. Then, very gently, he uses the corner of his cloak to wipe the red juices from her face. “Better not let her see you like that,” he adds. “They’d eat them all, if they knew.”

Nasi nods seriously and unhooks the cherry from her braid. Then, with a flashing grin, she presses it into his hand and skips off to the kitchens.

Holland looks back at the garden. For a moment, he sees it as it must have been four hundred years ago. Splashing fountains where musicians played for courtiers, fragrant bowers where lords and ladies stole kisses under the roses. Children, perhaps many generations of children, scolded for climbing the fruit trees in their best clothing. A tree that today had yielded perhaps its last crop for the little girl he’d once saved.

The double cherry is sharp on his tongue as he walks back to the castle.

[autobot2001]

A Nice Night Together

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Drift and Jamie have a nice night together.

Day 6 @fluffyfebruary: fire @fluffbruary: dessert

"You know what you should do?" Vivian asks Drift, "a little date with Jamie. Something as simple as eating cake in the living room while the fire is burning and watching TV would be good for Jamie." "I don't know…" Vivian hugs him, "I'm sorry I can't help even while I'm human. This dimension isn't any better." "Unfortunately, neither is Cybertron, as you've learned from the terror twins, but this …" With nothing else to say, Drift goes to his mediation room. "You know I've been serving generations of Witwiccans, and I've learned how humans treat those who struggle mentally. While no longer locking people in hospitals is good, I feel like in place of the so-called treatment, mental health is ignored. Instead of families sending family members to the mental hospital, they ignore their mental health struggle." "Watching family go through big life events isn't helping Jamie either," Cade adds. "Ok, we know this will not help us or Jamie. We're done with this conversation," Vivian declares.

"You going to be ok?" Crosshairs asks as he sits next to Drift. "I don't know anymore. I hate how Jamie won't consider this a date. I can, but it just…you know?" "This is why I'm worried. Vivian could be right, and I want you and Jamie to do things together. I hate there's not much I can do." Crosshairs moves to hug Drift and allow the mech to relax on him. Even if this is helpful, Crosshairs still hates this is all he can do to help Drift and both are at a loss about how to help Jamie.

Drift smiles, hearing Jamie likes what he has planned. Vivian had told him not to tell Jamie this was her idea. Jamie sits on the couch with her red blanket over her shoulders, waiting for Drift. Jamie doesn't wait long before Drift walks in, carrying a tray. "Hot tea and a slice of marble cake," he says as he puts the two cups and plates on the coffee table, "not a bad combination." He hands Jamie a plate and fork before getting a plate and fork for himself and sitting beside her. The two decide to stick with watching YouTube videos and the Twitch stream they watch every night rather than a movie. Though Drift knows what Jamie would pick if they were to watch a movie. It's not that Drift doesn't like the movie. He wants this time together to last longer than three hours. The fire is still going. Cogman adds another log for the night. He looks at the two, hating how they can't have the relationship they're supposed to have and the reason why. He leaves the room.

Once the cake is eaten and the cups empty, Drift moves to the lounger part of the sectional and moves Jamie on him, ensuring she's covered with the blanket. Drift doesn't care about the lack of conversation; he's still considering this a date. There's not much to talk about since Drift is often with Jamie. Drift also doesn't want to upset Jamie and ruin this.

By one in the morning, Jamie is asleep. Drift turns off the TV and picks up Jamie. Keeping the red blanket on her. Cogman already told Drift not to worry about cleaning the mess on the coffee table.

Drift didn't think Crosshairs would still be awake as he watches the mech move to the edge of his bed. "Don't tell me you have been waiting for me?" Drift asks as he lies Jamie in bed. "Yes," Crosshairs replies as he walks towards Drift. "I'm fine. I hate how Jamie doesn't consider this a date, but Vivian is right; this is good for her, but will continuing doing things like this help her?" "I know," Crosshairs hugs Drift, "I'd like to help more than this." Drift rests his head on Crosshairs' shoulder. The two stay this way for a few minutes before deciding to go to bed. Crosshairs knows Drift liked his time with Jamie, but knowing she's struggling mentally is hard.

[alastairstom]

Can I ask for jordelia opening their Christmas presents for each other for the first time?

"Well," Cordelia said, drawing her gloves up and sidling into bed beside her husband. "What a day."

"I can scarcely believe it over," James said, his voice laughing. "But I am glad."

"As much as I love my brother and his ill-conceived Christmas party, I must agree." Cordelia smiled slightly, beckoning for James to join her. He did so with a smile; she leaned into his warmth and allowed her to plant a kiss on the top of her head. "I have wished to be alone with my rogue of a husband all day."

"Oh? What for?" James waggled an eyebrow.

Cordelia giggled. "I'm certain that you intend for that to be seductive, but it's actually quite ridiculous. Please stop unless you want me to laugh at you outright."

"You're a cruel mistress," James said mildly, and she nudged him. "Though I suppose that it does not matter. I'm going to give you your gift regardless."

"Ooh." Cordelia clapped her hands together. "I get a gift?"

"Do you truly believe that a hopelessly-in-love Herondale would fail to get his beloved wife a present? On their first Christmas as a married couple?"

"Technically, it's our second."

James rolled his eyes. "The one that I spent in Hell with a giant talking bird does not count."

"Ah. Well, then, carry on. I would like a first-Christmas gift, I suppose."

She felt an odd sense of loss as James swung his feet off the bed and stood up. He walked over to their wardrobe and reached up to move his jackets about, dredging up a silver-wrapped box about the size of a cake. He walked over to her and handed it over with mischievous eyes.

Cordelia assessed the box and tore the paper off rather unceremoniously.

She gasped.

Inside was a beautiful chess set, its wooden board intricately carved with patterns in bold geometric lines. The pieces were carved stone, marble if the veining was anything to go by, and...

"This is stunning," she whispered. "How..."

"I found it at a curiosity shop," James said, "and ours is becoming... admittedly worn. Which makes sense, considering how often we play it, I suppose. Especially since concocting the racier version of the game where we..."

"Oh, stop. We played plenty often before we added the 'lose-an-article-of-clothing' factor."

"And I still love the variant where we play for questions, but..."

"We always answer questions honestly now. Yes."

"Indeed." James nodded sagely. "Hence the appeal of the new variation. I think we should try it out now, in fact."

"Wait." Cordelia opened her nightstand and fished out a paper bag. "It's not wrapped as nicely as yours, but..."

She watched as James pulled her gift out of the bag. The small first-edition of Great Expectations was worn, but it was authentic; as it was his favorite book, Cordelia felt that James simply must have it. After all...

"An excellent gift," James said, a small smile playing on his lips. "For a woman that I see no shadow of a parting from for as long as I live."

"I am glad you like it." Cordelia smiled brightly. "But perhaps we could use the chess board first?"

"I think we could skip the chess game for now," James said, sinking down beside her on the mattress and leaning in for a kiss.

Cordelia decided that she could bring herself to be alright with that.

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Chapter Three: The Luncheon

Summary: Your day is disrupted when your father comes calling demanding you join him and his new partners for lunch.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 5K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cussing, Y/N used, alcohol, overly pleasant people and one smug bastard. I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Chapter three! Sorry it's taken so long to get out. I'm taking my time with this story to make sure it flows correctly! Please let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! Enjoy!

Previous - Masterlist - Forward

It’s been a few days since you woke up in Eddie’s bed and you haven’t heard from or seen him, which honestly didn’t surprise you since you didn’t exactly leave anything for him to contact you with. Well, there was always Steve. But you didn’t want to put that on your cousin, so you just shrugged it off and got back to your normal routine. 

Before you left the front to Marty and Emma who were helping customers at the two registers you wandered around the front of the shop making sure everything was in place, shelves were restocked, and cafe tables were clean. Satisfied, you headed into the kitchen and over to the corkboard filled with all the orders that had been placed within the last few days; an anniversary cookie cake for Thursday pickup, a batch of cupcakes with a smash cake for a one year old for tomorrow, a pie for Saturday, another cake for Monday. Cupcakes and smash cake it was. “Vanilla and chocolate marble smash cake with vanilla and chocolate cupcakes. Blue and red whip cream frosting with Elmo on the cake. Easy Peasy.” 

Pulling the order from the board you slipped it into your apron pocket and got to work. The three of you girls worked around each other seamlessly. Not once did one of you get in the way of another as you moved around grabbing mixers, bowls, cake pans, and other things you’d need to bake these cakes. 

For you baking was easy, simple science, the best kind of science. The kind you get to eat after it's done. Eggs, milk, oil, sugar, flour, and all the good things that make your little science experiments successful, delicious, experiments. 

Glancing over the items on the counter in your section of the kitchen you rolled up your flannel sleeves and got to work. After years of doing this you were able to get both the vanilla and chocolate cake mixed up in almost no time. Grabbing two large cupcake pans you dropped some liners in and reached for the ice cream scoop to fill them. Scoop by scoop you fill the pans to the appropriate height first the vanilla and then the chocolate. With both cupcake tins now full, you grab the small cake pan and with the scoop you drop dollop after dollop of both the vanilla and chocolate batter into it until it's at the proper height before grabbing a spatula giving the batter a little swirl to make it look more marbled. Tapping the tins one by one on the counter to get the air bubbles out of the cake until no more popped to the surface. Satisfied, you grab both cupcake pans and take them to the oven smiling at Ada as she opened it for you. “Thanks Ada.”

“No problem.” She smiled watching you place the pans into the open mouth before she turned and grabbed the marbled cake pan for you and brought it back to be placed inside as well. “Last one.”

“Damn you’re good.” You laugh as you set the timers and move back to your spot to clean up before you could get started on the whipped cream frosting. You stacked the mixing bowls on top of each other with all the bits and bobbles that you had used and carried them to the sink to wash, turning on the faucet you checked the temperature and started scrubbing, placing the clean items onto the drying rack as you went. Taking the sponge from the sink you wring it out before moving back to your spot and cleaning the counter of any spilled batter before going to toss the sponge back into the sink and wash your hands. Drying them on the apron around your waist you checked the timers and started to set up your station to start on the frosting.

Tiffany does the toothpick test on the cakes when the timers go off and takes the cupcakes out to cool, leaving the cake inside to bake for a little longer. She winked at you as she grabbed a tray of macarons and took them out front for the display case. 

It was while you were mixing the ingredients of the frosting that Steve showed up. You heard his voice from the shop and Marty poked his head around the wall to look at you slightly confused. 

"Someone named Steve, is here to see you?" His thick dark brown brow quirked up in question.

“Oh yeah he’s my cousin. Go ahead and send him back.” You said over the sound of the mixer. You watched him nod and then disappear again.

“Hey Birdie,” Steve said as he sauntered into your kitchen looking around before he saw you and walked towards you. “You would not believe how annoying Eddie is.” 

“Hmm?”

“He has not stopped asking about you. 'Harrington, have you heard from her?', 'Steve! Is she going to come back?', and my personal favorite, the act of desperation, he got on his knees and begged me for your number.” 

“And you didn't give it to him?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder at him. 

“One, I didn't want to invade your privacy. Two, I didn't know if you even wanted him to have it since you left him without a word the next morning. And three, I think it's funny to watch him beg.” Steve said as he crossed his arms leaning back against the counter next to you. 

“You are both a great cousin and a horrible friend all in one. Kudos.” You laugh as the second timer goes off. Turning from the mixer you grab an oven mitt and open the oven doing your own toothpick test before taking the cake from inside, setting it next to the cupcakes to cool. Checking the heat you start tapping the top of the cupcakes and nod to yourself as you start to take the tiny cakes from the pan setting them to the side. "So,” You look over at Steve, “When should we schedule that taste test? And how many people?" 

“Oh shit yeah, how does Tuesday sound? The bar is closed during the day anyway and there will probably be four. Me, Robs, Dustin, and… Eddie I think…” Steve said as he counted on his fingers giving you a side glance to see your reaction. 

You smirked, “Okay… you really think Eddie would want to come to my little bakery?” 

“I think if I tell him you'll be here he'd be gone in a puff of Eddie shaped dust and here in five seconds.” Steve laughed as he scratched his neck looking at you with a narrowed gaze as he walked closer to you. “Are you a witch? I've never seen him like this about anyone.” 

“Maybe I have a magical vagin-”

“Do not finish that sentence.” He said sternly pointing at you. “I don't need to know about your sexu-”

Plucking an oatmeal raisin cookie from the cooling sheet next to you, you shoved it into his open mouth with a laugh. “Then don't ask stupid questions.”

He glared at you as he chewed on the cookie taking it from his lips to look down at it. “Holy shit that's good.” 

“Thanks!” Tiffany smirked as she walked back in from the front. “You should pick up some more before you leave!” 

“I might," He said with a wink to her. Tiffany just laughed as she grabbed a few more display trays and went back out front. 

“So what's her story?” He said, snapping his fingers at you with little finger guns. “Should I turn on the charm?”

“She's married and has a five year old.” You laugh as you move back to the mixer to check the consistency of the frosting. Once it was where you wanted it you separated the cream into two different bowls adding food coloring and folded it in so the white slowly became blue and red. “What happened to the brunette you went all Dracula on at the bar?”

“Turns out she's got a boyfriend.” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, “They got into a fight. So she and her friends decided to go out to spite him.”

“Did you sleep with her?!” You asked with wide eyes looking over at him. You stopped your mixing so you could lean your hip against the counter one hand braced on the top.

“No,” He shook his head. “I tried but she felt bad for leading me on and told me at the last minute.” 

“I'm sorry.” You mumbled as you looked back at your station and started to scoop the frosting into piping bags, twisting the tops and setting them aside. “That was really shitty of her. But at least she told you.”

“It happens," He shrugged. “Now. Enough about my sad dating life. Tell me about what happened between you and Eddie.”

“You just said you didn’t want to know about my sexcapades!”

“I wanna know!” Ada said around a mouth full of food from the lunch table by your office, a sandwich in her hands. “You didn’t tell us any kind of gossip on New Years day! Tiff! The dude's name was Eddie!”

Tiffany scurried in and looked at you in almost shock. “Eddie!? You slept with a guy named Eddie?!”

“Oh my god please say it louder,” You cried throwing your hands up in the air. “I don’t think they heard you in Chicago!”

Steve laughed at you and your friends. “He’s actually a really good guy!” 

“Oh I’m sure he is.” Tiffany said as she smirked at you. “He’s also pretty good in bed apparently. She was walking a little funny when she came in!”

“Tiffany!” You huffed as you chucked an oven mitt at her causing everyone to laugh in the room as she ducked and stuck her tongue out at you. 

Steve chuckled as he braced his arms behind him on the counter watching as you chased Tiffany around the island in the middle of the kitchen, Ada now standing by the lunch table pointing her finger at you while all three of you girls starting to bicker about your night with Eddie and how they needed to stay out of your sex life. He liked seeing you like this, open and carefree. It was great, so different from when you were living with your father. Having grown up with you in the same family he knows how much they can drag you down. Their constant need to be perfect and for the world so see them as such was exhausting. 

A loud cough sounded through the kitchen effectively silencing the loud bickering laughter of the girls. It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room. In the doorway leading to the back parking lot stood your father, in all his perfectly pressed suited glory. He was glaring at you with his hands behind his back.

“Uh, hey… Dad.” You said as you looked over at him the previously thrown oven mitt now back in your hand ready to be chucked again. The fun vacated your body in a swoosh the moment you heard his voice.

“Uncle Richard.” Steve nodded as he stood up straight. It amazed him how his mother was related to this man, she wasn’t great in her own right but at least she didn’t kill any kind of joy by just walking into the room.

“Hi Mr. Y/L/N,” Ada and Tiffany said simultaneously with little awkward waves. 

"Y/N. Steven. Ladies. Hate to interrupt." That was a lie you knew, he loved to butt in. “If I could have a moment with my daughter. Privately.”

“Uhh, yeah. We can talk in there.” You nodded and gestured over to your office as you looked at the others. Sticking your hand in your apron pocket you took the order card out and handed it and the oven mitt to Tiffany. “Will you finish up frosting this please?”

“No problem.” She nodded as she took the items and headed to your abandoned station.

Steve looked between you and your dad. He had a bad feeling about this. Watching as your dad moved to the office and entered waiting for you to join him. He pushed himself off the counter and moved over towards you giving you a hug. “Let me know what he says okay? I’ll get back to you about Tuesday.”

“Yeah. That sounds good,” You nodded, giving him a smile and a small hug as you walked towards your office. Clearing your throat you moved through the doorway and into the room with your dad. Closing the door behind you, you turned and smiled at your dad who was sitting on the old yellow couch that sat against the wall next to your desk. "You wanted to talk?"

“Yes.” He said as he stood up. He always had to be above the person he was talking to, trying to prove his authority over them. Over you. He wanted to make you feel small. “I'm having a luncheon Tuesday afternoon that will lead into a tea for the ladies while the men go talk business. I expect you to be there early, dressed appropriately, and ready to entertain.” 

“I can't on Tuesday. I just made plans with Steve to do a taste test. I'll be preparing for that all morning and then I have to clean up and then I hav-”

“Reschedule.” He stated like it wasn’t a big deal. To him it wasn’t. “Or have one of the girls do it. It's just a tasting for your silly little bakery.” 

You felt your back start to tense. He never liked the idea of your bakery, thought it was beneath you and a waste of time, since you come from the very distinguished Y/L/N family. It obviously wasn’t as important as his own company doing god knows what. You didn’t care. “This bakery isn’t silly. It’s my business and it’s important to me. Why can’t you just be proud of me for that?” 

“Y/N, this lunch is important to me.” Your father snapped as he looked over at you, his eyes narrowing. “The Malloy’s will be there. They are very big on family. I need the support of my family to make me look good. You owe me for skipping out early on the New Years Party. Peter Malloy was very upset that he didn’t get to talk to you that night.”

You bite your bottom lip in frustration trying to keep yourself from saying something you’ll regret, like how you didn’t give a shit about Peter Malloy, after a moment you took a breath and just nodded your head. You knew leaving early would come back to bite you in the ass. But then you thought of Eddie. Eddie with his big brown doe eyes and charming smile. Yeah, you didn’t regret that, you would leave a million parties to see him again. But you owed your dad this much. “I’ll reschedule with Steve. What time should I be there?”

“Ten. So you have time to get presentable. Lunch will be served at noon, with tea to follow for you, Evelyn, Mrs. Malloy and your grandmother. Bring some of your little desserts. I’m sure the ladies would love that.”

“Sure...” 

Tuesday afternoon was here and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes for the twelfth time. You’ve counted. Your father was boasting, as he does, about how much of a family man he was, how much he loved you and Evelyn, and how proud he was of you for your schooling. It was sick, quite honestly.

The before lunch re-introductions had been awkward to say the least, you had met them once before but since you avoided them at the New Years Party your father wanted to make sure you knew exactly who his new business partners were. Mr. Malloy, whose first name you learned was Lewis, was a quiet man, calm, and serious. Salt and pepper hair styled perfectly in no nonsense look and his tan skin was starting to wrinkle around the eyes and his mouth a little like it was stretched into a permanent frown. His handshake was firm when you greeted each other. Has this man ever smiled a day in his life?

Mrs. Malloy was almost the exact opposite. She was all smiles and slightly more energetic than her husband was. At least it looked like this woman had a passion for life. She was busy chatting with your stepmother when you entered the dining room and shook her husband's hand. She clocked you immediately, breaking away from Evelyn, who looked very annoyed at the rebuff, to come over to you as you walked from the two men towards your grandmother. 

“Y/N, it’s so nice to see you again.” She said getting your attention. 

You turn with a smile. “Hello Mrs. Malloy. How are you?”

“Charlotte, please, Mrs. Malloy makes me sound so old. I’ve been well, thank you for asking! How have you been? It’s a shame we didn’t get a chance to talk at the New Years Party.”

“I’m sorry about that. Something came up and I had to leave earlier than expected.” Like the fact that you didn’t want to be there to begin with. 

Mrs. Malloy, you probably would never call her Charlotte, waved her hand in the air like she was brushing away your excuse with a light smile on her face. “Sometimes things happen that are out of our control. I’m just glad to see you were able to join us for lunch!”

Glancing around the room she found the person she was looking for and waved him over. “You remember my son, Peter?”

“Of course.” You nodded as he walked over, more like strutted really. Once he was close enough you held your hand out for a shake. “It’s a pleasure to see you again Peter.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” He said as he grabbed your hand, but instead of shaking it he flipped it over in his grasp and kissed your knuckles trying to act like a gentleman. Out of the corner of your eye you see his mother smiling proudly. His hand was soft, so different from Eddie’s rough ones, like he hadn’t worked a single day of hard labor in his life and he probably hadn’t. The smile on his face made you want to rip your hand away. He thought he was charming. Smarmy was the term that came to mind when you look at him. He had a very punchable face in your opinion. You hated him already. It’s not that he wasn’t attractive. He was and the problem is he knew it, his green eyes stood out against his tanned skin and dark hair. Peter was the spitting image of this father. He was tall and muscular, almost too bulky, much different from the lean muscle of Eddie. 

Before he could utter another word your father announced that lunch was now ready and you could all take your seats. Slowly you slip your hand away from his grip as you force a smile that turns into a real one when your grandmother comes over handing you a tall glass of iced tea. 

“I think you’ll need this.” She says with a wink as she pats your back and gestures to the table.

Now you find yourself sitting at the long table in the dining room, all you had to do was get through this and the tea to get through and you are home free. The chairs were seated in such a way that your father and Mr. Malloy sat at the opposite heads of the table while you got stuck next to Evelyn and thankfully your grandmother. Peter, who was sitting across from you, his mother to his left close to his father, was being his normal creepy self and was pretty much just staring at you throughout the entire meal, throwing you sly smiles and the weird occasional eyebrow lift. If this was him flirting he was failing horrendously all it did was make you even more uncomfortable then you already were. Oscar, your fathers assistant, had also joined you for lunch and was sitting to the right of Peter, next to your father. Up his ass as always.

Taking in a deep breath you grabbed your tall glass of iced tea, that your grandmother had lovingly turned into a Long Island, and downed the last bit of it praying to any god that would listen for this to just be over with. You couldn’t handle your stepmother's fake laughter, Peter’s nonstop staring, or your father talking anymore. Placing the glass back on the table you pushed your hair from your face and smiled a little at Mrs. Malloy as she looked over at you. 

She wiped the corners of her mouth with a cloth napkin before setting it back in her lap. “Your father tells us that you like to bake in your spare time.”

Frustration bloomed in your chest. Baking wasn’t just a hobby for you, it was a passion of yours, it was how you made a living. You clenched your fist in your lap as you put on a fake smile for the lady. “I wouldn’t really say it’s ‘in my spare time’. I own a bakery called Sugar Cloud in Hawkins. It's in a small town about an hour away. I’m the head baker. I’ve always loved baking so I made it into my job. I enjoy sharing it with others.”

“How lovely!” Mrs. Malloy smiled as she looked over at Peter and her husband who didn’t look as impressed. “We’ll have to go and see it someday soon!”

“I would love that!” You nodded, hoping that they never stepped foot into your safe haven. 

“She brought some treats for us to have with our tea after lunch!” Evelyn said as she looked around the table also pretending to be proud of you. 

“I’m sure they will be delicious!” Mrs. Malloy said as she took a sip of her drink.

“I hope you brought those lemon squares.” Nana said as she finished the small sandwich on her plate. “You know how I love those.”

“I did!” You gave her a genuine smile and leaned over a bit. “I also brought a few extra just for you. They're in a different box in the small fridge.”

The pleased look your Nana gave you was worth all this. Her and Steve were the only two people in this family who were actually proud of all you accomplished. "Thank you Birdie."

“Anything for you Nana.” You grin, bumping her shoulder very gently with your own.

The rest of lunch went by with mostly the men talking and the ladies putting in their two cents every once in a while. Slowly you stood from your chair when everyone was finished, pushing it back enough that you could get out and step to the side waiting for your grandmother to get up. 

Nana stood gracefully and wrapped her arm through yours as you walked from the dining room towards the formal living room. The floral couches and chairs were definitely something you would never want in your house, it just continues to show Evelyn's terrible taste. 

“You ladies have a nice tea.” Mr. Malloy said as he pats his wife's back gently. “I’ll just be in the study with Richard, Peter, and Oscar discussing business.”

“We’ll see you soon.” Mrs. Malloy said as she moved into the room taking a seat on the first available plush chair as the four men headed towards the study. 

“I’ll be right back,” You mutter, making sure your grandmother is comfortable on the couch before you try and get away for a moment of quiet. You needed some time to breathe away from all the stuffiness of this lunch. 

“Go get some air.” Your grandmother said, patting your arm before waving you off gently with a smile. 

You smiled back with a nod and headed out of the room after you muttered a quick excuse. Taking the first left, you entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you leaning against it as you took a breath. This place was exhausting. Maybe Daniel and Alice would like some help. Taking a little more time in the bathroom to freshen up you nodded at your reflection before heading out of the room and walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, as you got closer you heard the hustle and bustle of your fathers personal chef Daniel and the housemaid Alice getting things prepared for tea. They were a lovely couple who met, fell in love, and got married all while working for your father. Peeking your head in you smiled at them. “Need a hand?”

Daniel laughed as he looked over his shoulder at you as he set the two teapots on the burner, “My god, where have you been, young lady?”

“Ah! Y/N!” Alice grinned as she looked up from setting four tea cups on a tray. “How are you? Get in here and give me a hug!”

“I’m okay! Living in Hawkins now!” You say as you walk into the kitchen laughing as you hug the older woman. “How are you doing? How are the kids?”

“They are just fine!” Daniel said as he turned to grab the box of treats you brought with you from the fridge and placed it on the island counter. “Justin is student council president of his eighth grade class and Kayla is graduating high school this year!”

“That’s amazing! Come to Sugar Cloud and I’ll give you a great deal on a cake for her!” You smiled widely as you let Alice go so she could get the plates that sit in the three tier serving tray. Holding your hands out for the plates that Alice held you got to work helping them get the trays set up nicely making sure everything looked presentable. “In the small fridge next to Nana’s lemon squares is another box that has a triple chocolate cake slice and a strawberry shortcake for you guys!”

“You didn’t have to do that!” Daniel smiled as he poured some hot water into the waiting teapots to warm them up before dumping that and adding more water through the tea strainer to let the leaves steep. 

“I wanted to. As a thank you for putting up with all of this!” You said your hands gesturing towards the tea items. 

“Thank you Dear!” Alice said as she placed the now ready pots on the tray with the tea cups. “Best get these out!”

“I’ll grab this!” You said pointing to the three tier tray. Giving Daniel a quick hug you carefully grab the stand and head out with Alice back into the formal living room, just wishing for this to be over already.

Finally this awful afternoon was over and as soon as the guests were gone you could book it out of this hell. Mrs. Malloy praised you for the delicious treats, you just smiled and thanked her graciously standing to the side just waiting for them to get out. 

Peter took a moment to separate from the group and come over to you. “It was nice seeing you today. I’m sorry we didn’t get to chat at the party.”

“Yeah,” You said with a forced smile. “Something came up and I had to leave. I hope the lunch was to your liking?”

“It was. Your fathers chef is fantastic.”

“Daniel will be pleased to hear it!” 

“Peter,” Mr. Malloy called, waving his hand at his son getting both of your attention. “We’re leaving now.”

“Be right there.” Looking back at you he smiled and placed his hand on your upper arm making your skin crawl and you tried hard not to pull away from him. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Sure,” You nod a little, as he gave you a wink and walked away from you grabbing his jacket from his mother before shaking your dads hand and then headed out the door.

Turning away you start back to the living room to help clean up. You didn’t want to leave it all to just Alice.

“Y/N.” Your father called as he walked after you grabbing your arm to turn you back towards him. “I need you to play nice with Peter. He likes you. Give him anything he wants.”

Pulling your arms out of his grasp you nod your head with a small frown as he turns to leave. What the fuck was that about?

You find out what your father meant when only a few days later while you were about to head down for a day of work in the kitchen, your house phone rang. Sighing in annoyance you moved quickly to it and grabbed the phone from its perch. “Hello?”

“Y/N? It’s Peter.” He said, you could hear the smug grin in his voice. 

Rolling your eyes you put your forehead against the wall cursing yourself for not just ignoring the call. “Peter. Hi. How are you?”

“Great thanks for asking! Listen,” He didn’t even ask how you were. Rude. “I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow night?” Glancing up at your calendar you see the blank spot where Saturday sat and glared at it. You could make something up, but your fathers voice rang through your head. ‘Play nice with Peter.’ “Uh, no I have nothing planned.”

“Great! How would you like to go with me to dinner? Say seven? I know a place in Indianapolis that you are going to love.” 

Biting back a groan you bang your head against the wall as quietly as possible. ‘Give him anything he wants.’ Through gritted teeth you force yourself to play nice. “Sure. That sounds awesome.”

“Mark your calendar. I’ll call you tomorrow with the details.” He laughs, “And wear something fancy. I’ll see you then.”

He hung up without so much as a real goodbye. Glaring at the phone in your hand you stick your tongue out at it and slam it back into its home. “Fuck.”

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