#oh also THANKS FOR THE CAKE!! funny enough i had cake not long after you asked this haha!! it was delicious <3

[giddlygoat]

Do you do drawing requests? If so. Liquiroot? If not, I hope you have a lovely day and get cake, I hope you get cake even if it is yes lol

i don’t like most of these so i just kept drawing in order to get them Right but i don’t think i ever did LAWL

however anon thank you SO much for requesting this bc it gave me an excuse to draw them more <3 i love reggie and bud but i haven’t quiiiite figured out their dynamic yet so drawing them together is a bit tough. i’d love to sit and listen to a liquiroot enjoyer talk about them though like i’m intrigued. me when there’s a plant guy and a dude made of water 🫶💕🌅

[aquaquadrant]

I’m in LOVE with your Hels to pay au!! Thank you so much for writing it!!

Has anyone ever asked Tango about his cuffs? Has anyone offered/tried to help him get them off? I imagine it would either be a funny montage of increasingly wild attempts OR just absolutely heartbreaking.

(sooo funny story, i saved the first ask in january bc i wanted to write smth for it… but then the second one came in before i got around to it… then the third… so uh. yeah. here ya go.)

~*~

“i like your cuffs, by the way.”

tango freezes, and even though xisuma has only just met the guy, he can immediately tell something’s off.

hermitcraft’s newest member is far from ordinary; a blaze hybrid with sharp teeth and blackened claws, red eyes that dart around nervously and squint at the sun, like it’s too bright. he didn’t even seem to know what a golden carrot was, when xisuma gave one to him.

the shackles around his wrists are just the frosting on the cake. xisuma had assumed it was part of his, er… unconventional style. but tango’s reaction- and the small links of broken chain still dangling from the cuffs- make xisuma wonder.

“what… uh, what do you mean?” tango asks, his tone forcibly light. oh, he’s anxious- ears flat, shoulders hunched likes he’s expecting an attack.

xisuma shrugs. “your cuffs, they’re just really metal,” he says casually. “it’s a cool look, is all.”

“oh.” tango blinks. the relief is evident in his expression, but he only relaxes slightly. “oh, right! thanks.”

while xisuma hasn’t been the admin of hermitcraft for very long, he’s been around long enough to tell when a player is running from something. but that’s none of his business. that’s why they come here, isn’t it?

“anyway,” xisuma says, “that’s about the end of the tour.” he lifts a hand to put on tango’s shoulder, then thinks better of it, folding his arms instead. “you just lemme know if you need anythin’, alright? anythin’ at all.”

“right, yeah.” tango smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “thanks, i’ll- i’ll keep that in mind, yeah.”

~*~

“jeeze, you ever take those cuffs off?”

tango freezes, and even though impulse is still relatively new here on hermitcraft, he can immediately tell he’s crossed a line.

it’s only been a couple weeks since a random portal abruptly appeared in front of impulse, taking him to a world called hermitcraft. according to his fellow hermits, that amounted to an invitation from the universe- which is how they all join.

he’s spent most of his time working on a quadruple witch hut farm with some of the other redstoners, and tango’s been a bit of a puzzle. he’ll be standoffish or even outright defensive at times, but then seem inexplicably drawn towards impulse, asking strange and not-so-subtle probing questions. of course, whenever impulse tries to address this, tango brushes him off.

“oh, these old things?” tango says after a moment, his brief panic quickly swept under the rug as he flaunts his cuffs. “why, do you- am i not pulling them off? too much?”

“no, no, they’re cool!” impulse assures him. “it’s just, don’t they get in the way when you’re doing delicate redstone work? seems like a bother, that’s all.”

tango huffs a laugh, but he’s also eyeing the nearest exit. “nah, man, th- it’s part of my look! my uh, my brand, as some might say. can’t go without ‘em, you know how it is…”

that’s not the reason. impulse can tell. but whatever the real reason is, it’s not his place to push tango to talk about it. they’re still getting to know each other, so if it’s anything more than a simple fashion choice, impulse is sure he’ll find out sooner or later.

“ooh, okay, gotcha.” impulse nods sagely. “branding, very important. well, if you ever change your mind, i’d be happy to take them off your hands- uh, literally and figuratively, i guess,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “cuffs are pretty ‘in’ for demons, you know.”

tango laughs too, though he’s already turning away, back to his work. “right, yeah, i- i’ll keep that in mind.”

~*~

“can you actually not take these cuffs off?”

tango freezes, and even without the spike of panic through their soulbond, jimmy can immediately tell he’s said something wrong.

it’s been about a month since the double lifers voted to end the death game. one month since jimmy and tango made their relationship official. and as amazing and wonderful as it’s been living on the ranch, jimmy’s starting to get the sense there are a few things he doesn’t know about tango.

he hadn’t meant anything by the question- just genuine curiosity. they were kissing, tango’s hands cupping jimmy’s face, and when he’d reached up to cover tango’s hands with his own he’d felt the cool metal of the cuffs, and the question just blurted out from his mind. gosh, he really does ruin everything.

tango recovers quickly. “whaaat, you don’t like ‘em?” he grins, casually stretching his arms above his head so the cuffs jangle around his wrists.

jimmy hesitates. the panic he felt through their bond has faded, but that doesn’t mean it’s not still there “well, sure, it’s just- y’know, i realized i’ve never seen you take ‘em off.”

tango blinks. “you- what, don’t you think if i wanted to take them off, i would’ve?” he laughs, putting his hands on his hips. “i mean, it’s not- we have metal-cutting technology, you know.”

oh, duh. jimmy feels silly. tango is far from helpless- if those cuffs hadn’t been a conscious decision, he surely would’ve figured out how to take them off by now. or, jeeze, he could’ve asked anyone on his server full of technical geniuses to help out.

“right, right, of course,” he says sheepishly. “sorry, i wasn’t- i do like how they look, i- i was just wonderin’. but uh, you know, if you ever did wanna take ‘em off… i mean, i’d still like you plenty without them,” he jokes.

“you’re good, you’re good,” tango hums, draping his arms around jimmy’s shoulders. “i’ll keep that in mind.”

~*~

tango sits alone in his room, claws curled around the cuff of his other hand.

it’s just simple iron. it wouldn’t be hard. all he has to do is reach for his inner fire, concentrate, and let the metal soften in his grasp. even if he heats it too much- so that molten iron drips over his skin like water- he’s a bit more fire resistant than the average player, he’d be fine. it’d only take a couple seconds for each one, and then he’d be free of them. forever.

it’s been nearly ten years, for hel’s sake. he’s lost count of how many times he’s been in this exact situation before, wanting and willing so much but being unable to bring the flames to his fingertips. if he even thinks about it, it’s suddenly like he’s back in the farm, icy wither rose numbing his veins, a haunting voice ringing in his ears.

‘just the cuffs on his wrists there, and he stays put like the good creature he is.’

tango wants to be good. he’s been trying so hard to be good. but what if he can’t trust himself? what if the only thing stopping him from reverting back to his old ways is the illusion of control maintained by these shackles?

who is he without them? would he be someone that his friends still cared about? would jimmy?

he’s too afraid to find out.

tango lets go of the cuff, the familiar weight of metal dropping back onto his wrist. he can try again another time. so long as he has his fire, he still has the option. he’ll do it someday.

so for now, the thought retreats to its little shadowed corner in the back of his mind, safe for another day.

~*~

[glorious-spoon]

tell me all the things that i wanna hear [9-1-1 | Buck/Tommy; Buck/Eddie | 1/1]

1.3k words | feelings realization | episode tag

about a week ago i wrote this post about an eddie feelings realization at the bachelor party, so naturally after last night's episode i had to write the fic.

tell me all the things that i wanna hear [on AO3]

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He doesn't remember it right away.

Which is… not surprising, probably. The bachelor party that wasn't marks the drunkest he's been since before Chris was born, possibly the drunkest he's ever been in his life. He wakes up in a bathtub shirtless and so hungover that he wants to die, and then they discover that Chimney is missing, and it's a long, stressful, terrifying fucking day that keeps Eddie way too busy to focus on any of the garbled flashes of memory from last night. Busting down a hotel door and shouting off-key karaoke at Buck and tilting sloppily together while they poured each other shots—stupid party shit that he's honestly too old for. They're definitely going to owe the hotel damage fees out the ass.

But in the end, Chim is okay. Or, if not okay, at least safely ensconced in a hospital bed. Eddie leaves to pick Chris up from Pepa's and he's still there, shooting the shit with his abuela and slowly sipping his fourth Gatorade of the day in the hopes that it'll settle his stomach enough for him to eat dinner, when he gets the text from Buck that the wedding is still on and he needs to get his ass back to the hospital. So he packs Chris in the car, and doesn't fight it when his abuela also insists on coming—Pepa waves them off with an indulgent smile—and doesn't allow himself to be relieved that the short notice means he has an excuse not to mention it to Marisol.

It's a beautiful wedding, in the end. Perfectly imperfect, in the way all the best things in life are. Eddie gets a little teary-eyed when Chim and Maddie slip the rings onto each other's fingers, and he claps with all the rest, and he just happens to glance up in time to see a flash of blue as Buck slips out the door.

For a moment, he considers following, but Karen nearly trips bringing the cake in, so Eddie jumps in to catch her before tonight can turn into any more of a catastrophe than it already is. From there, there's the usual party bustle of divvying up cake and passing out paper plates, and he forgets about Buck for a little while, at least until he tugs Tommy through the door, the both of them beaming like fools and covered in soot in a way that makes it very fucking obvious what Buck just spent the last twenty minutes doing with his mouth.

Eddie doesn't remember it then, either. He snickers while he watches the rest of the room catch on, while Buck introduces Tommy around to the people who don't already know him, and he catches Buck by the arm as he's making his way over to the cake.

"You might want to go wash your face there, bud," he says.

"What?" Buck blinks at him. Then he rubs at his cheek, and looks at his sooty hand, and goes bright red. "Oh. Um. Shit."

"Yeah."

"I was wondering why…" To Eddie's relief, he's laughing. "Well, that's one way to come out to everybody. Right?"

Eddie laughs. "I guess so. You feeling alright about it?"

"Yeah," Buck says. He glances over to where Tommy is talking to Chim and Maddie. Like he sensed it, Tommy glances up and grins brilliantly at him, and Eddie watches something in Buck's expression go soft and warm and pleased. "Yeah. I'm—I'm feeling really, really good about it."

Eddie's heart gives a funny little thump in his chest. He pats Buck's arm, then lets go. "Well, good. Happy for you, man."

"Thanks, Eddie." Just for a moment, Buck turns that soft expression on him. Then he says, "I'm gonna, uh, go wash up. Save me some cake!"

"Sure," Eddie says, but Buck's already gone. He threads through the crowd to Tommy's side, says something in a low voice to him that makes him laugh and Chim put a long-suffering hand over his eyes. Then they're both moving toward the door together, Tommy's hand resting low on Buck's back.

"Dad, can I have another slice of cake?"

He looks down at Chris. "I don't know, mijo, it's kind of…"

"Come on."

"Alright, fine," Eddie says, caving, if only so he doesn't keep looking at the door that Buck and Tommy left through.

They reappear a few minutes later, freshly scrubbed, and Eddie watches Hen hug first Buck, and then Tommy, who looks startled but hugs her back. Then they head through the crowd together toward the cake. Their hands are linked together. Eddie decides that's a good moment to go give Maddie and Chim his congratulations.

He doesn't remember it then, either. It's not until later, when the crowd is finally trickling out ahead of the end of visiting hours and Maddie and Chim take turns hugging a sleepy Jee-Yun before handing her over to Mrs. Lee, that Buck sidles up to him. 

"I'm gonna get going," he says. Then, to Chris, "Hey, Superman. Awesome party, huh?"

Chris shrugs, all studied adolescent indifference like he didn't insist on coming along. "It was okay. The cake was good."

"Actually, we should probably get going pretty soon too," Eddie says. "Abuela, you good?"

She flaps a hand at him and goes back to her conversation with Mr. Lee, and Buck says, "I'm gonna, uh, give Tommy a ride back to the station so he can drop off his gear."

He's blushing again. Eddie quirks an eyebrow at him. "Just to the station, huh?"

"Shut up," Buck mutters, but he looks pleased. He looks happy, the way a smile steals helplessly onto his face when he glances up at Tommy, who's standing by the door with his turnout coat slung over his arm, talking to Karen. Who glances up like he could tell Buck was looking at him, and smiles back.

"I mean it," Eddie says, instead of ribbing him some more. "I'm happy for you."

"Yeah, yeah," Buck mutters, slinging an arm over his shoulders and pulling him into a jostling half-hug. "I love you, man. You know that, right?"

Eddie tilts against him, his nose just bumping the edge of Buck's jaw, and that's when the memory hits him like a bullet, or a lightning bolt, or something equally sudden and devastating.

That couch in the hotel room. Sitting there with Buck's arm around his shoulders and one of Buck's legs flung over his knees—his shirt was gone by then, and Buck had lost his jacket, and Eddie could feel the warmth of his body through the thin tee he had on underneath. He was waving his hands as he spoke, jostling Eddie, and Eddie turned his face toward Buck and bumped his nose against his cheek just like he is now, and thought with perfect, sober clarity, I could kiss him right now. I want to kiss him.

He goes still. Buck must feel it, because he jostles Eddie a little, his warm, stubbled jaw rough against the bridge of Eddie's nose for just an instant before Eddie turns his head away. "Eddie? You good?"

"Yeah," Eddie says. He doesn't look up at Buck. Isn't sure he could stand to see his face, this close: his blue eyes, his soft lips, he was just kissing Tommy, he wants Tommy, not you, and anyway you're not—you don't—you can't— "Yeah, I'm good. Just kinda hoping I never see another shot of tequila as long as I live."

"Oh, tell me about it," Buck says, and finally releases him. "In retrospect, that was so fucking dumb." "Swear jar," Chris remarks, without looking up from his Switch. 

"Put it on my tab," Buck says, ruffling his hair. "See you guys later."

"Yeah, later," Eddie says, a beat too late. Buck doesn't seem to notice, thankfully. He gives Eddie a quick grin and heads back to where Tommy is waiting. Karen hugs him, and then Hen does, and Tommy waves at Eddie, who manages to gather the wherewithal to wave back. And then they're gone.

Eddie rubs his knuckles against his sternum, where a dull ache has taken up residence, then lets his hand and pulls a smile on before anyone can see.

[differenteagletragedy]

i love love love! the poly hcs so much! i always imagine cove and mc to be able to communicate without saying much/anything (i.e just looking at each other) cause they’ve known each other for so long. and i just think it’s funny to imagine, in a poly relationship, a troublemaker mc and cove just looking at each other all 👀😏 (probably about to cause trouble) and derek and baxter just being like “oh no, they’re back it again” skdjsjjxdj

anyway could we maybe get some more poly hcs or something 👉👈 it could be general hcs or something more specific (i.e moving into a house, adopting a pet, someone’s sick, possible group weddings???, a baby(s)???, etc), or just a random assortment, idk but i’m here for it all! 🥺 literally thank you so much for your service to the olba fans, your blog has been feeding me skdjsjsjdn

I think MC and Cove would be like that too! They have a special bond, no matter what. I'm glad you liked those specific ones though, I was nervous about it! Here's a few more :) -- When you move to a house, you have at least one nosy neighbor who is desperate to figure out what's going on. Baxter mows the lawn and he's out in his special little outfit tending to the garden and then Derek is outside too, working on the roof or building some new addition, so maybe they're together. But then Cove comes out and eats stuff that Baxter hands him from the garden, so maybe they're the couple. But Cove also helps Derek build stuff? And you're there too with your skills and hobbies? What does it all mean?

-- FOUR PLAYER MARIO KART. Baxter got Derek a Switch for his birthday, Cove got some games and you got enough controllers for everybody. Derek is the best. Cove may or may not stay up late for a bit after you get the new setup so he can hold his own in the game.

-- Really just a lot of Baxter having visions for the house, Derek executing them, and Cove being a big boy who can help lift stuff and help out wherever he's needed.

-- You and Baxter bake cakes for the birthdays. It's your special thing.

-- Everybody has to go skinny dipping at least once and that's final.

-- Derek wants a dog. Baxter wants a cat. Cove has his fish. It is a conundrum. But Derek does his research and finds a breed that will fit in well with your lifestyle that is also known to be good with cats so that everyone can be happy.

-- Baxter is fine if his cat is a jerk though, he thinks it's funny.

-- You have to keep an eye on Baxter though because he might start "finding" cats.

Baxter, holding a stray like it is the most precious treasure on earth (it is): The poor thing was all alone and frightened, what would you have had me do?

Cove, cat-proofing his fish tank again: Literally anything else.

-- Derek pumps the gas. If you have to do it, then he failed.

-- If you're all together, Cove will run inside the station while Derek pumps for snacks. Memorizing everyone's favorite snacks is one of Cove's love languages.

Baxter: I don't want anything, Cove.

Cove: Ok. *comes back a few minutes later with sour gummies, hands them to Baxter*

-- If you all decide to get married, like if everybody loves everybody like that, then Baxter is going to have a lot of feelings about it, obviously.

-- What would probably make the most sense is for you and Cove to get legally married and then for Derek and Baxter to get legally married as well. You and Cove go way back, and Derek and Baxter have a special bond as well.

-- But you can't have weddings for these, it'll just be a paper deal to cover everyone. The actual wedding has to be a ceremony with all four of you. Baxter would feel very strongly about this, so that no one is excluded, and so this is how it'll have to go.

-- Baxter plans it too, of course. Derek does everything he can to help, he keeps asking Baxter what he can do. That boy would bake the cake if Baxter asked him (Xavier will make the cake, don't worry). Meanwhile, Cove is like "Yay, wedding!"

-- Another thing is that I think Thanksgiving would be important for this lil gang. Baxter likes it because it's the Fall Holiday, and fall is his favorite. He cooks, too -- it might take him a few years, but he's going to get the hang of that turkey, don't worry. Derek likes the thought of everyone being thankful, it makes him feel cozy. Cove likes to eat. It's a good time!

[the-fluff-piece]

I just want some f***ing sleep and comfort

Part 3 of the Sanji x reader modern day AU! Last time, Sanji made breakfast but had to leave. When you knocked on his door a few hours later- there was a mysterious sexbomb in his apartment!

Part 1

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Sanji

She has fallen asleep - in his arms! He had to smile. It was the biggest sign of trust he could have hoped for. She cuddled up against him and felt safe enough to fall asleep. He had feared that after he lost control and just kissed her she would be afraid, but she wasn't. She had slept in his arms.

He would have loved to stay with her, watching her and enjoying her company, but he had to go to the restaurant - saturdays were busy, he couldn't leave his collegues alone.

And than there was the kiss.... he tilted his head back to stop the nosebleed. She felt so soft and inviting, her body was so sensual and sweet.

He couldn't stop thinking about their short exchange about love, though. Of course he loved women. Whenever he saw a beautiful woman, he was basically in heaven - that must be love! But being with her had felt different than that - better. More relaxed, more meaningful. It was easy to talk to her, easy to be around her. He felt like she accepted him just the way he was. Was that love?

He had to admit to himself that he didn't know a whole lot about it. Not like his parents were a great rolemodel in their marriage. He sighed, doubt gnawing at the edges of his mind.

"Sanji FIRE!" someone screamed.

"Huh?" He lazily asked, realising a second to late that the steak in his pan was burning. He must have stood there, lost in thought, for a long time.

"Woopsie" Sanji exclaimed and took the pan away from the stove as his collegue threw a safety blanket over the flames to quench them. Everyone looked at Sanji like they wanted to filet him - he'd been fucking up everything today.

BAM

Zeff gave him a hearty slap in the face.

"The sauce is absolutely ruined! What's wrong with you?" He screamed at Sanji and shoved a spoonful of overly salty sauce in his mouth.

"Nhm Smmmrrry!" Sanji tried to apologise around the big spoon in his mouth.

"DISH DUTY NOW" Zeff exploded and Sanji ran towards the big dishwasher to get away from his stepfather's wrath.

At least he had more time to daydream now. Where was he? He couldn't remember. Doesn't matter.

He spent the rest of the night fantasising about what she would feel like, what she would taste like, producing heavy nosebleeds in the process. He had left the syphon to dry in her kitchen. Maybe he could get it tomorrow and make her more coffee and bring some cake.

When he got home, he fell into bed, exhausted. His guest was already asleep.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow to come and closed his eyes.

You

This whole thing was stupid. After a perfect morning of eating and cuddling, you had fallen asleep and Sanji had left.

And there was a supermodel in his apartment, half naked, while he was away at work. Maybe he's a player after all, called his "friend" for some fun before work, and didn't think you'd find out. What a pig! Another guy to add to your endless list of disappointments.

Grumpily, you went to bed that day and intended to leave all that behind you. Instead, you dreamed about Sanji, his soft hands on your body and that little beard tickling your face as he kissed you. Damn stupid dreams. Intense dreams. Waking you up and making you feel like somethings missing, something is supposed to he different.

Maybe you cried a little because you felt so pathetic and stupid the next day. Maybe you traded your hangover-headache for a crying-headache. Maybe you lay on the couch all day and watched funny animal clips. Maybe-

Dingdong

Your old-fashioned doorbell announced a visitor - the shouted "mademoiselle" told you that it was Sanji.

"Go away" you answered through the door.

"Oh, am I interrupting something? Thank you for bringing the cream whip thingy back! I just wanted to invite you to dinner! I'll be making risotto!" He explained from the other side.

"No thanks" you answered.

"Or maybe something else? I can make anything you want!"

"Feed it to your girlfriend" you told him. Ha, got him.

"Who?" He asked, confused.

"Don't play dumb. She was there when I gave you your thingy back yesterday" you angrily shouted, remembering the girl with big bubble breasts, wearing his hoodie.

There was a short silence on the other side of the door.

"You mean Reiju?" He asked, sounding strangely relieved.

"Who?" Now you were confused.

"That's my sister!" Sanji happily explained.

"You should totally meet her for dinner. How does 7 Sound?" He asked, absolutely sucker punching your anger in the gut.

You opened the door to see if he was just mocking you.

"Your sister?" You croaked at the beautiful man in front of your door. He looked absolutely delicious with a pair of narrow, Black pants and a perfectly fitting dress shirt. His expression turned soft as he caught the first glimpse of you.

"You look like you need a blanket and a tea" He told you with a soft voice. "I have some time before dinner." He said and moved to enter our flat.

You hadn't decided yet if you should let him in, but when he came near you he leaned close and whispered: "I missed you so much", melting your defenses.

He put his arm around you and pushed you towards your couch and proceeded to the kitchen, where he cooked tea like he had lived in your apartment for years. He set a small timer and brought you a cup with a teabag in it and a little saucer on top to keep it warm.

"Three minutes" Sanji said and twisted the egg timer accordingly. He sat down with a sigh, gathered your blanket and wrapped it around you with a tight hug.

The intimacy between you two felt awkward and new again. He sat down a few inches from you, looking like it felt strange to him, too.

"What's up mademoiselle? Are you a little sick?" He asked and felt your temperature by putting his hand on your forehead.

"At least no fever" He concluded and looked at you, expecting an answer.

What were you supposed to say?

Sorry Sanji, I thought you were already cheating on me, even though I told you I didn't want a relationship. I felt bad and wanted to scorn you for it?

Instead you muttered "just a little tired..." and already felt him breath a faint kiss on your hair.

"You don't have to meet Reiju if you don't feel up to it" He whispered. "The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable. We could eat out or..."

"No, it's okay!" You assured him. While not being sure about anything at all anymore.

"Great! I'm sure you'll get along so well" He beamed.

"I can't wait to make dinner for my two favorite women in the world!"

It was an intimidating thought: meeting his sister after not even one real date - and she looked like a supermodel.

You kind of regretted it as soon as you knocked on the door. Reiju opened the door and looked stunning in low rise jeans and a tight shirt. How did she get perfect hair like that? Good thing she was his sister, or you would be really worried.

"Greetings, Y/n! Come in!" She said and stepped aside. She was again very cold and formal. You handed her the one bottle of wine you still had at your apartment to not show up empty handed. She took it and nodded. "Sanji is in the kitchen. Come in."

Your nose detected a delicious smell; no doubt the risotto Sanji had talked about. Now it was your turn to look around his apartment: next to the door was a small rack filled with fine shoes, sneakers and slippers. The man had more shoes than you, by far.

The living room/kitchenette area looked minimalistic, but stylish. For the most part - the small kitchen was stuffed with various utensils, jars and boxes. It was hard to see - a few candles provided the only light. You could make out a small leather cough and a dead plant in a corner.

Your heart jumped when you saw Sanji, a towel over his shoulder, stirring a pot. He wore his most heart melting smile.

"Hi my sweetheart, my princess!" He grinned broadly while preparing three perfect looking plates of risotto, topped with fresh herbs and slices of mushrooms. A bottle of white wine was already open on the table; it was small, but Sanji made it look like the finest table in town.

When you sat down, facing both of them over the round table, you felt awkward. Sanji was wearing a dark shirt with a fine jacquard tie and black pants - he could have posed on the cover of a magazine. Right next to Reiju, who looked like a sports model. Seeing them next to each other was astounding - they really did look a lot alike. Fine faces, long legs. Curly eyebrows.

"I'm so happy you're here! And already meeting my family, it's like a dream!" He drummed on the table like an excited child.

"Indeed, marvellous" Reiju looked as neutral as ever, "so surprising that Sanji now has a girlfriend!" She raised one curled eyebrow. You suddenly had to think about vulkans.

"Well we're not a couple, we just met two days ago!" You protested, getting red as a tomato. It was both kind of flattering and too much, too soon.

Sanji looked at Reiju with an apologetic smile: "she's not exactly my girlfriend, but I care a lot about her. A lot"

He said it with passion and sincerity. Like he meant it. And then, he looked at you: "try it! It's a mushroom risotto with grana padano. The simplicity of the recipe is really showcasing the fresh ingredients."

Candlelight was reflecting from his blue eyes. They glinted in a completely new colour as he observed you closely. He rested his head on his hand and waited for you to take the first bite.

You could feel his gaze on your lips as you lifted the fork to your mouth. As expected, it was perfect. The rice was soft and almost one with the rich, creamy broth it was cooked in. The mushrooms and cheese had a rich, earthy aroma together. The fresh basil on top perfected the taste. It felt like a warm, comforting embrace after this lonely day.

You could see by his smile that he understood you liked it, but had the discretion not to stare too much in the presence of his sister.

"Well done, Sanji. It's good to know you're putting your talent to good use" Reiju ate with a faint smile.

"So tell me y/n, what is your occupation?" She asked, straight forward.

The dreaded question. Your work was boring. Explaining it again was boring.

"I work at the tax office." You said simply.

"How interesting! What does that entail?" She asked further.

"Well I work at the office, I check paperwork, I do paperwork. Very boring" you gave the usual speech. It was a lot of crazy tax law, forms and meetings with boring people.

Sanji coughed loudly, almost choking on his wine.

"Sanji?" Reiju asked and patted his back, "What's wrong?"

"Lady.." he coughed, "..Office...lady!!" Sanji looked like he was on drugs. His nose was bleeding again and he looked at you like a dying man would look at an oasis in the desert.

"Y/n-chan...is a sexy...Office....lady!" He stammered. Was ge drooling?

Reiju completely ignored him, instead she absent mindedly patted his hair and continued the conversation like nothing happened. So she knew about his strange habits.

"Are you two close?" You asked her before she could think of more questions.

"Yes, but I live abroad and we don't see each other as often as I would like." She looked at her brother, still mumbling about office ladies.

"How about you - what do you do?" You asked.

"I am modeling. I was booked by a client in the vicinity, so I got to visit my younger brother." She smiled at the mumbling mess beside her.

Modeling - of course. But she said it like it was any other work.

The rest of the evening was filled with polite conversation between you and Reiju and Sanji's further inquiries about your work and how often you wore tight pencil skirts and stockings.

It was nice to see him with his sister, they were so different, but you could feel their deep connection.

"There is one thing you should know" Reiju said towards the end with a concerned voice.

"The rest of the family wants to visit you soon. You better watch out." She said ominously. It seemed to concern Sanji as well.

"Whatever they want, I don't care." He stated coldly. He suddenly looked angry. And scared.

"What does that mean?" You asked them.

"To not trust strangers!" Reiju said.

No worries? That's what People say when you should absolutely worry!

"No worries!" Sanji tried to drown her voice out.

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So, that was an accidental post 😳 I just wanted to work on it but tumblr did some strange things and just posted it. So sorry if the end feels rushed and is full of typos xD

And the taglist:

Anyways, next time it's Monday and we're getting a visit at work!

Also: The Vinsmokes come to town - what do they want?

@yeeeeezly @waitingmydemons @stariski @livwritesfics @violetmatcha @roronoazorohater @queen-of-elves

[nana-kom]

Hi so this is the part 2 of delivery boy since some of you have for it ! 💕

This is a wg story, this contain: feederism, humiliation, breaking furniture. If you don’t like don’t read.

Delivery boy

Part 2

Since Chan had met Felix, all his life had changed. First, he had moved home because Félix now needed help with a lot of things, and then he was happy to have found such a perfect boyfriend, especially as he could take care of him as much as feed him whatever he wanted. Chan spent most of his days at college studying and continuing his job as a delivery boy, but once he got home, he could only look after his boyfriend. Félix, despite his weight, continued to work, even if he didn't go out as often as he used to, making photography and working on the photo was still as much a passion as eating. That morning Chan went to the university for her first class of the day and bumped into her best friend Changbin, who had been absent for a while because he was also working alongside his studies, but for the end of the semester he had to be present.

"So you're back after all?" asked Chan.

"Believe me, that's not what makes me the happiest, but Seungmin motivated me to come."

"It's good to listen to the voice of reason."

"Please don't ever say that to his face!" laughed Changbin. "Well then, tell me what's new here?"

"Okay. I didn't dare tell you by message but...I've moved in with someone..."

"WHAT? Who with? And you didn't tell me!"

"It just happened...I fell under his spell, his name is Felix...and...I'm really in love...." said Chan shyly.

"Felix? Wait a minute, isn't that Lee Felix? The photographer?"

"Yes, it is! Do you know him?"

"Uh... just by name..." said Changbin, looking away.

"I could introduce you if you like!"

Changbin nodded and the two men returned to their classes. For his part, Felix was working, one hand retouching photos and the other in a packet of cakes Chan had prepared for him. The apartment had been modified a little since his weight gain, and Chan had bought a bed with a remote control for standing up, and Felix had just slid in a table on wheels so that he could be at his desk without having to move. Felix could still walk, of course, but on the days when he didn't feel like it, they had found a solution. At the end of the day, Felix heard the apartment door open and Chan's voice talking to someone. Out of curiosity, he got out of bed with the help of a handle they'd also added to the bedroom, and once up on his feet, began to make his way around their apartment before coming across Chan and a man he didn't know.

Changbin was surprised to see Felix; he'd never seen anyone so...fat. He'd seen photos of Felix on social networks in the past and wondered how he could have changed so much.How he could look more like a whale than a human. His belly sagged in front of him and his whole body looked sulky, he had bigger breasts than any woman he'd ever seen in his life and his double chins completely covered his neck. Chan then stepped forward before giving Felix a kiss and asking him how his day had gone, and Changbin couldn't help thinking of his boyfriend, whom he so longed to see like this. Chan then introduced Felix to Changbin and while Chan went to make drinks they both sat down in the living room.

"It's funny, but you’re name reminded me something…do I know you ?!" Ask Felix. "Have we met before?"

"Actually...it's a little cringe but...I've already asked you for a retouching job..."

"Oh really?"

"Yes it was...several months ago...maybe even last year. It's a bit embarrassing...but...it was for my boyfriend..."

"Oh....I remember now! I can't thank you enough for this request! How's your boyfriend?"

"Wh...hum...he's very fine thanks." replied

Changbin wondered if he was behind the change in Felix, and if so, he found it very exciting. The three men spent the evening chatting together and Changbin was happy for Chan to have found someone like Felix. For his part Changbin had warned his boyfriend that he would be home late. Since Seungmin had more free time than he did, he decided to clean up their apartment and sort through their belongings. They'd been living together for over a year now and had started storing more and more stuff, so Seungmin wanted to see if there was anything to throw away. Starting in the living room, he made his way to Changbin's office, where he began sorting through papers and notebooks, when suddenly he came across a notebook he'd never had before, hidden in a small corner. He then took it in his hand before opening it and was surprised to see a photo of himself, a photo of him with more weight.....He then frowned and turned the pages of the notebook before understanding that his boyfriend before a kink about seeing people gain weight. He'd heard of it before, but he didn't know that Changbin also had this kind of penchant. He then closed the book before returning to the living room and lay back on the sofa, thinking. He'd always been very thin, and Changbin was the chubbier of the two, so he didn't know if getting fatter would really appeal to him. At the same time, he picked up his phone and saw that his boyfriend had posted a story. He then saw a photo of him with Chan and his...boyfriend...fuck...this guy's huge, he thought as he looked at Felix in the photo. As Changbin had tagged Felix, Seungmin clicked on his account and saw photos he'd taken as well as photos he'd retouched or reworked because he must have been a photographer. Seungmin also came across photos of himself much thinner than he is now. Is this how Changbin would like to see me? he wondered. Just then, Changbin walked through the apartment door, joined Seungmin on the sofa and lay down to hug him.

"Sorry I'm late, Chan was introducing me to his boyfriend."

"I saw the story yes...did you have fun?"

"Yes it was fun Felix is super nice, I'm glad he's dating Chan." Seungmin decided to play innocent.

"Don't you think he's...too fat?"

"I don't think it's cool to judge him!"

"I know I know, but honestly...being so fat...and…heavy...can you imagine being like that?" said Seungmin, straightening up to face Changbin, who swallowed and blushed.

"I…that’s his life…i can…hum…understand..."

"I'd have a hard time imagining myself like that...could you live with me if I took more than 100kg ? » Changbin pupils dilated and he continued to listen Seungmin very interesting by the conversation right now. » That I needed your help to get out of bed ?That I spent my days gorging myself until I couldn't move? That one leg was bigger than my two legs combined? Can you imagine?" Changbin was excited by Seungmin's words and tried to hide it as best he could, squeezing his legs together to hide his erection.

"I...never thought about it.....but.....whatever happens I love you so it doesn't matter if you gain weight..."

"Maybe if I had to gain weight you should start feeding me Binnie!"

"Wh.....what?"

"I found the photo you had retouched of me." Changbin looked away and hid his face.

"I'm sorry, Minnie! I'm not weird I promise you.... I had....it was stupid and..."

"I didn't ask you to apologize, I told you I was hungry," said Seungmin with a serious look on his face and Changbinhis boyfriend understood before standing up.

"Yes, sorry. I'll be right there Sir."

Changbin then hurried to get everything he could from their kitchen before bringing it to Seungmin. He placed various dishes on the table and then timidly began to give them to Seungmin to eat. This was the first time he'd fed anyone, and he felt so excited that he could hardly hide it. Seungmin had noticed how much that turn on his boyfriend and was going to make the most of it. Changbin began to feed him everything he could, wanting to make sure he didn't push him too far, but Seungmin continued to encourage him and Changbin simply obeyed his boyfriend's wishes and his dominant side.

Over the following weeks, Seungmin continued to eat more than his appetite required, whether with Changbin's help or on his own. He was enjoying putting on weight; he'd never imagined he'd have a belly, and now he felt that all his pants had become too small for his belly, which was still swollen from his many snacks during the day. Changbin had also asked Felix for advice and he had been delighted to help. Chan was also surprised to become Seungmin's new delivery boy for those days when he felt like stuffing his face with fast food. Seungmin was becoming Changbin's dream man, and the bigger his body got, the more parties he had to love. One evening, while Changbin and Seungmin were having a feeding session, Changbin’s phone rang.

"Binnie! You...how can I put this...I need your help....to you and Seungmin..." said Chan from the other end of the phone.

"What's going on?" Changbin replied.

"Well, Felix was sitting on a chair in the kitchen and it broke..."

"Oh fuck, is he all right?"

"Yes...it's just that...I can't lift him by myself..."

"Oh....we’re coming!" said Changbin without hesitation.

He then explained the situation to Seungmin and in a few minutes they arrived at their friends' apartment. And on the way home, they saw Felix lying in the kitchen on the debris of the chair, finishing eating what he'd had to start earlier, unable to lift himself or even Chan. Seungmin was surprised as he detailed Felix's body. Is this my future? He wondered as he passed his gaze over Felix's wide legs, where even his feet were pudgy, and his belly was so fucking fat that he recover his legs. No wonder he can’t lift himself. He also start wondering if Felix was able to touch himself since his dick was now hide under a huge belly. He also watched his triple chin sink into his face as he ate, he bit his lip, finding him cute.

He then noticed that his boyfriend was also absorbed in Félix's body and could see him blushing. The three of them went over to Felix and started to help him up. He was really heavy, so Changbin took care of pushing his back, while Chan and Seungmin took care of his arms. After several strenuous minutes, Felix was finally on his feet, out of breath from all his efforts to get up, and hurried (at his own fast, of course) to the drink on the table.

"Don't you have a reinforced chair?" asked Seungmin asked.

"Yes...but it only went to 250kg....we'll have to buy some more."

"You feed me too well." said Felix, taking another piece of cake.

"Felix can I ask you a question?" then asked Seungmin.

"Of course, with pleasure!"

"Isn't it hard to live like this? Do you think I could do it?"

"Listen Seungmin, ever since I imagined you as a chubby, I haven't seen you any other way, I hope you'll make it, look at you, you're so much cuter with a few extra kilos." he said, looking down at his belly.

"And maybe one day I'll overtake you!" he says, having regained his confidence.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe so."

[scjacka]

This will probably just end up being a draft because no one wants to hear me ramble. But tumblr is the only place where I can go full hyperfixation on the SC franchise specifically and I really need to get this crap out of my head because I’m an idiot.

It took me like 90 minutes to get through the first two episodes because I kept pausing to scream at thing. Bless my husband for dealing with me

My first pause/scream happened at the Sara scene because I called it from the trailer which I yelled several times. Also Sara’s deal, relatable.

Actually that’s a lie, I paused after the friggin 20 minute pointless donut scene.

Why when there are flashbacks does the aspect ratio change?

Noel confused me and I don’t get his deal. Idk the try hard thing felt like an even more annoying Curtis to me.

Also, I’m confused on the hierarchy of the Pole now. Like I’m under the assumption Betty is the head elf. But then there’s also that other elf that’s there to greet Scott when he arrives (I think her name is Edie but idk cause we didn’t stay with anyone long enough to understand their roles and names) and idk who she is except another hyper exuberant werido, lol

I like that there is an elf named Crouton. Idk why but I like it

Speaking of Crouton, the scenes in the comm center felt very Prep and Landing to me. Like even down to the revised machines and the way Betty feels like Magee.

The elves danced... there was a cake... that is not every what I pictured the end of the season at the pole like but you do you

All the stuff with Carol not remembering her name really freaked me out. Like, literally between 2 and 3 they said that they weren’t going to make Carol the traditional Mrs Claus because they wanted her to be herself and the old makeup and stuff looked weird.

IDK something about all the elves and the way they portrayed the Claus family really weirded me out. the part where they were all like “MUST MAKE TOYS NOW” felt like a cult and just like a little too far. Give them a sec to breathe. The kids are a mess, especially Buddy (which again, why you callin him Cal especially Cal Calvin). But I think the daughter bugs me most cause I can’t get over the nepotism of it all. Also just like the  “there hasn’t been a human kid here in 84 years” warning was also ominous and weird.

Obviously there was the “you can’t even say Merry Christmas” line which like, ok boomer. I’m real scared for how the Christ in Christmas shit he was spouting is gonna factor in.

So is Cider actually alcoholic in this universe now, cause they were acting much more like it was booze than they ever did with cocoa.

Shocked they mentioned Jack at all. Assume that will be it and we won’t see any of the Council at all

Also in one of the those dumb Allen interviews he said one version had lots of other mythical creatures but he thought that was weird and not in the spirit of the movies which like, ok fine if you’re only acting like 1 happened, but clearly you picked and chose what you wanted from 2 & 3 and then everyone is screaming about Gnomes! like what?

Jumping back I guess cause none of this is in order but when he went to the doctor I was like “where is Dr. Histmas” because idgaf about that character but that name is always funny to say. I like the new doctor elf though. Her name is Doc Martin though which is dumb

Except that she basically was referring to his magic going like it was ED and I was like, nope, no thanks!

idk how I feel about all the Kal Penn stuff. Like you’re sorta setting his story as a parallel to Scott’s but he seems to actually care about his kid and when you get to the Charlie scene (I’ll get there next) the line is that the pole is a bad place to raise kids so what does that do to his daughter if he becomes Santa

Charlie... oh Charlie Charlie Charlie. I like in theory what they did with him. Like he’s a good dad now and doesn’t need to learn the lesson his dad did so he’s like, no thanks. But the way they made his wife seem overbearing and crazy felt like it was more of that boomer crap and just kind of ruined the whole scene.

I think I have other things to say but they’re not coming to me now. I will say that my current prediction is, much like Daredevil in She-Hulk, Bernard won’t show up until the second to last or the last episode despite being in all of the ads. Like they’re teasing us cause they know we want to see him so they’ll save him for the very end. I’ve also joked that much like Daredevil in She-Hulk, Jenn’s gonna “smash” him 

[densi-mber]

We Need A Little Christmas

***

“Hey guys, glad you guys made it back,” Fatima called out as Kensi and Deeks walked back into the mission. They’d left long enough to pick Rosa up and eat dinner before returning.

In that time someone had supplemented the basic Christmas decorations from earlier in the day with enough garland, sparkly ornaments, and lights to make Nell proud.

“Where’s Rosa? I hope you didn’t leave her at home all alone.”

“Well, I’m sure Rosa would appreciate the solitude, but you can relax,” Deeks answered. “She hanging out at a friends house.”

“Good. She needs to hang out with someone her own age for a change,” Sam teased, appearing with a mug of egg nog, and gave them each a hug.

Callen strolled in behind him with a beer. He had a small reindeer pin attached to his shirt.

At the table set up a few feet away, Rountree handed out glasses of various drinks. Unlike Callen and Sam, he’d gone all out with a Frosty adorned sweater, Santa hat, completing the look with a string of flashing lights around his neck.

“Hey you guys want some egg nog?” he offered. “I made it with my Nana’s family recipe.”

“I love Grandmas’ egg nog,” Deeks said, accepting a glass.

“It’s not quite up to Nell’s standard,” Callen commented. “But it’s good.”

“Which means it’s not capable of taking down a small elephant,” Deeks interjected.

“Thanks Rountree, but I’m going to pass right now,” Kensi decided. “I’ll just grab some water.”

“Sure thing. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“By the way, where’s Kilbride?” Deeks hadn’t seen him lurking anywhere and his office was dark.

“He wished us a Merry Christmas, requested that we not cause any international incidents between now and New Years, and then escaped,” Callen answered. “He also left that fruit cake.” He gestured to a sturdy looking package on the far end of the table.

“Of course Kilbride would bring fruitcake.” Shaking his head, Deeks glanced down at Kensi, who was sipping at her water.

“Hey, are you feeling ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My stomach’s just been a tiny been funny all day. I think I ate too much habanero chicken last night.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it. I did warn you.”

“Yes, you did.” Kensi leaned her head on his shoulder for a second.

“You want me to get you some Tums?”

“No, I’m ok. But I think I should probably wait on the egg nog til my stomachs feeling a little less rumbly,” she said with a faint grin that reassured Deeks she wasn’t feeling all that bad. “Besides, we’ve missed enough things this year with all the craziness, I don’t want to skip out on another.”

A few minutes later, Fatima gathered everyone over to hand out Secret Santa gifts. Although she didn’t celebrate the religious aspects of Christmas, Fatima fully enjoyed the more secular components.

Kensi received a chocolate lover’s subscription to a local confectionary. It could have come from anyone in the office, given her well documented sweet tooth, but Deeks would put his money on Callen.

“Oh my god, this is gorgeous,” Fatima gasped as she opened her gift to reveal a succulent patterned scarf. “Thank you, Kensi!”

“How did you know it was her?” Rountree protested. “It could have been any of us.”

“Really? Would any of you guys feel comfortable buying me a scarf like this?”

“Nope,” Deeks said immediately.

“Exactly.

“You’re welcome,” Kensi said, smiling as Rountree and Fatima continued to bicker.

After all the gifts were opened, Kensi settled into Deeks’ arms, watching the shenanigans in front of them.

“This really does make all the craziness worth it, doesn’t it?” Deeks mused.

“Yep.” She held out her water and clinked it against his glass. “To normalcy.”

***

A/N: Since Fatima tends to where colorful and unique scarves (like the one with skulls on it), I didn’t think a succulent patterned one would be too out there. From my research, it seems that giving them as gifts isn’t generally frowned upon, but if I’m wrong, not offense is intended.

[greypetrel]

For whichever OC(s) you'd like to talk about the most: △ What is the story of their childhood people tell that they hate?

Hey! Thank you for your question, it took me a while to think about it, but I hope it'll be worth it. Answering with all my babies because I love to publicly shame them.

This is the ask game if anyone want to send more!

Embarrassing childhood stories under the cut.

Alyra Mahariel:

She was as a child much like as she is as an adult. Very serious, very composed and rational, the kind of child who at 6 will tell you to please stop hugging her, she's not a baby anymore and you're making yourself ridiculous by doing funny voices at her, please. And oh she loves her fame of having been a dignified person from the moment she was born! She thrives in it! Let no one see she has vulnerabilities! The one anecdote she hates to be remembered for, tho, was that one time when she was 5 when Ashalle took her eyes away from her for TWO minutes… And she decided that she was old enough to take a stroll in the woods. She's 5, you see, it's all the fingers on one hand! Clearly old enough if you asked her. She walked and walked, and ended up in the hiding place of one fawn, laying behind a bush waiting for mama to get back. She instantly fell in love with the fawn, of course. It was cute and curious and let her pet it and licked her face. Its fur was very soft, and orange, not boringly white like the hallas! She had the time of her life playing with it. Until both mamas came by: Ashalle and mama deer. Picture a moment of stillness, much like the ending duel in a western movie. And then Alyra was forcibly dragged back running, screaming with all the outrage a small child can muster. Her being her was A LOT. It ended in Alyra screaming at the top of her lungs that Ashalle was A KIDNAPPER, when they were back to camp, crying profusely. The whole clan had a good laugh, and kept on asking Alyra if Ashalle was kidnapping her for… Long.

Raina Hawke:

She stole Malcolm's staff from its hiding place and ran with Garrett into their usual hiding spot (the muddiest spot around the bank of the pond, the corner that received the less sunlight and was constantly damp). They had decided, she was eight and him seven, that Raina was the eldest, so it was certain that she had to be a mage like papa, and that they could choose the day when to manifest magic. And that day was TODAY. It turned out that they started to quarrell about how mud could influence the magic. Raina was sure it would have greatly helped rolling in mud and covering the staff with it ("So we can use magic to clean it, and mama won't scold us!"), Garrett strongly disagreed. After much heated debating, with Raina sitting cross legged in a puddle and Garrett safely on a rock, they agreed that whomever didn't call magic with the help or not of mud would have eaten a mud cake. They spitted on their hands and shook them, so you see it was an unbreakable promise now. They kept on quarrelling, until Garrett took hold of the staff and bonked his sister -now covered in mud for the most part- hard on her head. He was so exasperated that he also caused the cristal on top of the staff to let off fire, accidentally. And that was how they knew that Garrett was a mage and at the same time, that mud isn't flammable. Raina doesn't remember fondly the fact that Malcolm found them when she had eaten two mouthfuls of mud. Raina doesn't remember fondly that that time, she was scolded by both her parents (for once), and grounded for a week. Or the exact way her belly ached from you know. Eating mud.

Aisling Lavellan:

When she was adopted by the Lavellans, she wasn't exactly used to the harsh northern sun. She was left to Pavyn's cares (he was 14 back then) as the Keeper was healing a hunter that returned badly wounded and needed her full attention. She didn't speak for… A long time when she arrived there, and was the shiest kid ever. Pavyn was great in this situation: he did all the talking, was very patient with her, involved her in shenanigans, showed her things. That day, he decided it was a good enough day to swim. Do you know how to swim? No problem I'll teach you. Add a Radha, at 9, trailing behind them saying it was a terrible idea. Nobody drowned, contrary to the worst previsions… But Aisling was left under the sun for… Too much time. They came back past sunset, with Deshanna with grey hair for worry because "Where the Elgar'nan were you??". Aisling came back laughing and happy because she liked the water and had fun, they played all day (Pavyn should have been studying but details) but… But she was the exact colour of a boiled lobster. And realised when trying to sit or lay down that she should have listened to Radha and stay in the shadow. From the colour, which lasted for days, and the fact that she sat all curled, she gained the nickname "Shrimp". She never got rid of it, when she'll meet the clan back again after Trespasser, Pavyn will greet her yelling "SHRIMP!!! IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOUR CRUSTACEANESS.". (add jokes about cannibalism when she eats shrimps.)

[blog-reflection]

ONE / Twenty One - Amber’s

I am sorry. 

First day alone in my new life and I needed time for myself. Even though I had an awesome time with Jesse and Lucia, I do need to refill my social battery like, alot. That’s why I wasn’t able to get a new story out on the usual schedule. Nonetheless, life is doing pretty damn good so far, nothing to worry about. I can survive on my own, thanks to Jesse constantly saying I am. The night was chill, especially after that break out in the club. After I got Jesse safe and sound to the trainstation I took my bike and just rode it through the city constantly thinking…reflecting on the past months. I achieved a lot actually, kinda proud of myself not gonna lie. Moving here was the best thing I could have done. Regrets? Zero. Jesse and Lucia have been a great support in that time, especially Jesse. Having them around just makes life way more joyful than being all on your own. Meeting Sarah as the housekeeper is even better. Strange to say that to someone who’s as old as she is but we’ve been getting pretty close over the last few days considering the short notice. She made it clear that weekends like that shouldn’t accrue that often though. It’s not like she’s having an issue with us hanging ‘round her place but she kind of needs her alone time too. I promised her that she’ll get as much freetime as she want’s. I haven’t even celebrated my birthday and I will definitely not throw omega parties, I don’t even know enough people to get in contact with or even to go out. And I will not go alone in a club, that’s just sad.   

But that’s kind of it. Today I’ve been chilling in my apartment, taking in every last inch of the place so I get as familiar as I can. I love it, I really do. It’s cosy, I love the colours, all my plants. It’s pure cottage living with that tiny bit of modern style mixed into it. And on top all that new furniture. I was in desperate need of a new bed, and let me tell you, this one is big, flat and feels like a massive cloud. The only thing I miss from Dover is the huge ass window right in my room where my bed was. I loved it. I mean I bet my neighbours are happy they don’t have to see my naked ass cheeks pressed against them while I sleep but that’s a different story. I checked my phone since it started to make some noise. It’s Sarah, asking if I’d be able to get to the Ambers since the package she wanted to claim yesterday hasn’t arrived yet. And yes, Sarah is down stairs and could walk easley up to Ambers herself but since I wanted to get some stuff for the evening I said it’s no big deal. So I got up, dressed in some plain white joggers and an oversized mixed coloured jumper. I looked like I’d be sleeping under the bridge, like a messy, but classy kind of homeless person. I love it. I got downstairs with my backpack and walked to Ambers. It’s not a long walk, maybe five minutes down the road. I took my phone with me and listened to some music while walking. I opened the door once I arrived and the little bell attached to the door started to ring. 

Amber: Ahhh James, Hi. How may I help you

Okay, what now? How did they know who I am? I mean, they aren't even here yet.

James: Yeah I ehm, sorry what? Amber: Haha, you’re funny. James: Ehm, thank you? Amber: Soo, how may I exactly help you? James: Oh right yeah, Sarah sends me regarding… Amber: Oh yeah one second I’ll get the parcel.

Oh my god. This place is literally freaking me out. Amber’s constantly knowing what I am about to ask. So strange. 

Amber: All right, that would be Sarahs. Anything else? James: Oh thanks, actually I’d like some buns and that one right here? Sorry I can’t read it.

The sign displayed some words I simply wasn’t able to read. It wasn’t a cake, but also not a cupcake, but it looked sweet. I’ve never seen something like that before to be honest.

Amber: All right. Here are your buns as well as one of our house specials. That would be… five pounds sixty. James: Yo what? That’s all? Amber: I mean, you can give us more if you want. I mean it’s not like you have to pay rent or anything.

Okay stop it. Never can she know that I get my apartment paid for. How could she know? It makes zero sense at all. I just paid my bill, grabbed my bag and the parcel and walked back home while talking with Lucia on the phone.

Discord call 

Lucia: Ciao amore James: Ciao Lucia, hai un minuto per me? Lucia: Sì, come va? James: Oggi hai un evento molto strano. Lucia: Spill. The. Tea! James: So I was in that Amber's place and… Lucia: Let me guess, they know you even though you’ve never been there? Happens babe. James: Yeah. I mean how? This is like next level craziness going on there. I felt that Amber was such a creeper. Lucia: Amber’s are…a strange place I agree, never liked going there. You just need one friend or person that you know and have them goin in into an Amber. James: Yeah but I don’t get it. Who would have told them that I was James? Lucia: Maybe Sarah told them? Or maybe Jesse? WAIT? Have you said Amber, like the person working there was called Amber? James: Yeah why? Lucia: Yeah okay listen, All Amber’s have one employee called Amber, who is in direct bloodline to the Amber family. James: So what? Lucia: Amber’s are the worst. Like literally the worst. They observe everything, know everything, and tell everyone. You could literally go to an Amber’s in Scotland and they would know your deal. Jesse: That sounds illegal if I am honest. Lucia: Let’s just say, Ambers is a massive grey zone. Docent of people have been complaining but the police never really find anything. Apart from that, it’s a business for them. You can go there for information about a special person. Chances they know them is like ninety nine percent. It’s a trade though. You offer them information they don’t know in return to info you need. James: Jesus Crust that sounds freaky! Did you ever need that? Lucia: Once but it wasn’t worth it. Honestly, maybe try avoiding them. James: Thanks for the tip but I don’t think I can. The next post office is miles away. I’m way faster going there. Lucia: Alright è non problema. James: Nonetheless, grazie amica, tutto bene. Lucia: Ottimo, ciao, buonasera!!! James: Ciao!

Alright. I opened the door and went inside, put Sarah’s parcel on the desk on the floor and went into my room. I hit up Alexa and played some wild tomorrow land music to dance the house down while opening a bottle of lillet. Thriving in the beat I was once again in my element. To be honest, I had way more moves in my room than in the beast and prey. I hit up some music videos of fireworks on my TV and let the show start. 

Later that day, well night by now, I made myself some food. I’ve thrown some fries and chicken nuggets into the oven and waited twenty minutes until all of them were done. I poured in another glass of lillet and finished it off with some berries, placed myself in the bed, laid down while eating and stared at the ceiling. My fairy lights were the only proper light source I had and I loved it. It took me about ten minutes till I annihilated all the fries and nuggets before the beat dropped and went back to dancing and jumping. I also almost finished the entire bottle of lillet and to be honest I kind of started feeling the alcohol . 

I’ve decided to call it a shot and get some rest. The last week has been a lot and I still feel like my social battery is killing me. Nonetheless I am happy to be here. But for now I just switched Alexa to play my favourite podcast while brushing my teeth and going to bed. 

About half was into the episode I’ve fallen asleep.

[pridewon]

@levinhail​ said: it was a day that was practically within the calendars of all in the horikoshi hosuehold,   hence kira appearing at his front door at such an early hour as if she was adamant on being the first to be able to greet him.      pebbles were thrown at his window,      risking his wrath as she simply smirks, waving up at her best friend before rushing over to where yuu stands ...    wearing a godzilla costume       [   not even she knew where the little boy had gotten that   ]        at the front porch and she shifts her weight from side to side in excitement.     once the door swung open,    and she sees iwaizumi there,     she immediately squishes the cupcake she held in her hand onto his nose as yuu beside her goes,      "  happy birthday,   iwa - nii ! "    he held, quite fittingly, a boxed cake in his arms, holding it out to him." yo.    happy birthday,   hajime - kun ~ "         kira grins,   unable to hide her laughter at his face full of frosting.     she holds out her own, neatly wrapped present in front of him,  as if also trying to keep a distance in case he chose to retaliate.        maybe she'll add a few centimeters to his height during the team's next measurement as a gift...      " okaasan said to stop by later, she has something to give you too.  i hope you're hungry ...  she made enough to feed an army. "       she holds out the cupcake, frosting now destroyed, that she had previously squished into his face,        " want to try?   ah, good morning by the way, old man.  still asleep at this hour,  hay... "

“I was still asleep because it’s a sunday and it’s my birthday, you jackass!” Hajime’s wrath, though legendary, would have been infinitely more convincing, hadn’t his face been covered in cupcake frosting, and hadn’t he been sporting the Godzilla tshirt he consistently uses as his pyjama. His birthday. He wishes he could say he had forgotten about it, but between his mother, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Hanamaki and Kira... there had been very loud and obnoxious reminders everywhere that he would be turning eighteen very soon.

And now, the reminder has been smashed in his face, and the perpetrator is evidently very proud of herself. Haha. So funny. 

She’s lucky Yuu is here to distract him (maybe that’s why she’d brought him, actually - sneaky). Eyes fall to the little boy and blink in surprise, before a smile stretches and a laugh spills from his lungs. “Heeey Yuu, look at you little guy, you look super cool!” Oh yeah, not even Kira laughing at his icing-caked face will distract him from a Godzilla costume! His eyes dart back up to her as he ruffles the little boy’s hair (Hajime is an only child, but if he did have a younger sibling, he’d imagine one exactly like Yuuichiro - the Kazehaya household has long held/been a special place in his life, especially in moments when his own home felt alien and suffocating). “You know I’ll make you pay even if you try to buy me out with a mini-Godzilla and a present, right?” He points out, accepting the package with a smile and a bow, before bending down to loop his arm around Yuu and hoist him up on his hip (even at ten years old, the little guy is still light enough - and never one to shy away from the chance to see the world from higher up even if not nearly as high as Matsuko or Ashitaka). 

“Thanks, you two. How about you come in and have tea or something while I get ready and we head out to your place? I got some stuff on my face I need to get off and - oi, stop that!” He growls at Kira, as she tries to get some of the icing back on the cupcake from his face. Gosh, she’s a right pain, isn’t she - and he wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world. Maybe he is a little bit masochistic, after all.

[itsapeterthing]

Cake || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: you and your boyfriend bucky barnes head down to the wilson residence for a barbecue. sam’s nephews adore the both of you and as you watch bucky play with the kids you’re ready to tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant

a/n: gif credit- @davidsfincher ; i will never get over this scene. reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.7k

warnings: pure fluff based on episode six, mentions of pregnancy

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“I say we get the vanilla one.”

Standing besides you in the supermarket aisle with his arms crossed, your boyfriend turned to look at you with disgust written all over his face.

“Vanilla?” Bucky said, shaking his head. “Are you kidding, Y/n? All kids like chocolate.”

As he was speaking, Bucky reached out to pull one of the chocolate cakes off of the shelf it was sitting on, but you swat his hand away.

“Oh yea?” You asked. “And what makes you the expert on what kids like?”

Uncrossing his arms, he waved his hand in your face.

“Metal arm.” He said. “Also don’t pretend like Sam’s nephews didn't love me last time we were there.”

You couldn't argue with that. The last time the two of you had been to the Wilson residence in between missions, Sam’s nephews absolutely adored the super soldier. They couldn't get enough of the one hundred and six year-old man with the vibranium arm and the fun they had messing with him.

You had just as much joy watching the interactions between the three of them. You couldn’t help but entertain the idea of starting a family of your own with Bucky.

The two of you had been dating for years- not including the five year blip the two of you had been snapped from existence in- and had often discussed the idea of getting married and having children in the future. You didn’t think you would be ready yet, but as you watched children be in absolute awe of your boyfriend, you felt as though the pieces began to fell into place.

And funnily enough- they did.

You had been feeling sick and exhausted for the past few weeks, but you figured it was on account of the missions you had been going on with Sam and Bucky. When the symptoms continued while you stayed at the Wilson’s home for the weekend while Bucky helped Sam fix the boat- you had taken pregnancy test.

It was positive.

Although you knew that you and Bucky could handle it, you were still in absolute shock realizing that you were going to be starting a family- you were going to be responsible for more than just making sure you and your friends didn’t get killed fighting bad guys- you were going to be a parent.

The only person who knew was Sam’s sister, Sarah. She was the only one inside the house when you had taken the test and when she had heard you pacing around the bathroom, hyperventilating, she opened the unlocked door and immediately saw the pregnancy test in your hands. You had sworn her to secrecy, making sure she didn’t tell your boyfriend or her brother, promising her that you would tell them when the time was right... but with the mission in New York City coming immediately after your stay, you hadn't found the right opportunity to tell Bucky yet.

However, you told yourself that you finally would tonight... after attending the barbecue.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “I can’t argue with that. They did love you, but that doesn’t mean you know anything about cake.”

Reaching his hand out for the chocolate cake again he scoffed. “I’m not taking advice from someone who wants to bring a vanilla cake to a party-”

You swat his hand again. “We’re not getting the chocolate.”

“Yes,” He insisted, inching his face closer to yours. “We are.”

“No. We’re not.”

“Can I help you guys with anything?” You heard a worker ask from behind you.

Backing away from your boyfriend you smiled, shaking your head.

“No, we’re fine. Thank you.”

As you watched the worker nod before walking down the aisle, you turned back to your boyfriend.

“Okay fine.” You said. “We’ll compromise. Ice cream cake?”

You watched as Bucky’s eyes widened. “Wait! There’s ice cream cake?”

Twenty minutes later you and Bucky had arrived at the barbecue, your boyfriend taking the cake out of your hands as he stepped out of the car.

As you made your way around the front of the vehicle you watched as Sam’s nephews bombarded Bucky, play fighting with him as he faked attacking them back, making sure to dodge their fists from knocking over the cake in his hands.

You couldn’t deny the way the sight made your heart fill so much you swore it could’ve exploded right in your chest.

As you watched the scene unfold, hearing the laughter erupting from the children around him while he faked getting hurt, you heard Sarah come up behind you.

“You know,” She said, crossing her arms and standing beside you. “You almost scared me to death watching you on the news.”

Glancing at her beside you, you shrugged. “I was fine.” You said. “That wasn’t the first fight I’ve been in.”

“I just can’t believe they let you go.” She said.

“What? What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” She laughed. “I can’t believe they would let you go do something so dangerous like that knowing you’re-”

Before she could finish her sentence you swat at her arm, rapidly shaking your head, checking around you to make sure no one was listening to your conversation or had heard what she had just said.

“I didn’t tell them yet.” You told her in a hushed voice.

“What?” She asked. “Why not?”

“I couldn’t tell them. If I did they would have never let me go- especially Bucky- but I couldn’t let them go in by themselves like that. You’ve seen the Flag Smashers, Sarah.”

“How long are you going to keep this a secret?” She asked.

“I was going to tell him today.” You told her. “We just needed to sort out the Flag Smashers before I could even think about telling him I’m pregnant-”

“You’re pregnant?”

At the sound of Sam’s voice, you and his sister immediately spun around to be met with Sam standing behind you, only a foot away.

You watched as his mouth dropped and his eyes grew wide and you felt your heart began to race in your chest, knowing that you had just exposed your secret to Sam- you and Bucky’s shared best friend.

“Sam...” You said.

“I-” He stumbled over his words, trying to piece the information together. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, but you can’t tell Bucky.” You pleaded, gripping his bicep. “I haven’t told him yet.”

“What?” He exclaimed looking between you and his sister. “How long have you known? Why haven’t you told him yet?”

Playing with one of the rings on your fingers, made anxious by the conversation, you focused your gaze on the water behind him, not able to meet his eyes.

“I found out last time I was here.” You said. “So I found out like a week ago. You can't blame me though, Sam, if I told him he would of never let me go help you guys in New York.”

“Yeah!” Sam nodded. “Neither would I. You could of died!”

“But I didn’t!” You said. “Just don’t tell him okay, Sam? I’m going to tell him tonight.”

Before anymore could be said, you heard the sound of your name being called by Sam’s nephews and spun around to find them running in your direction.

“Hey guys!” You laughed, a smile reaching your face once again.

Watching them run towards you, you knew what they wanted before they even had to ask. Stretching out your arms, you moved your hands in the direction of each of the boys, using your powers to lift them a maximum of three feet above the ground- not wanting to upset their mother. You smiled as you watched the boys laugh about how “awesome” it was in awe as they looked down at the ground three feet below them.

You felt Sam’s hand land on your shoulder.

“I’m happy for you, Y/n.” You heard Sam say, leaning in closer so no one outside of your current group could hear him. “You both are going to be great parents. Just tell him soon, okay?”

He pat your shoulder one last time before walking past you and his nephews you were still currently floating midair.

“How come when I ask you guys if you want to fly you say no?” Sam asked.

“She’s using magic!” Cass exclaimed.

“Yeah, Uncle Sam.” AJ agreed. “That’s way cooler.”

Sam threw his hands up in the air, walking in the opposite direction and as he did you lowered the boys to the ground, much to their disappoint. When they scurried off in the direction of their uncle, your eyes met Bucky’s staring at you, smiling from across the way of where you had just been levitating Sam’s nephews.

“Look at you!” He said, smiling, reaching out his arms for you.

“Me?” You laughed. “You just had a whole choreographed fight scene with the boys. You’re like their cool uncle.”

You watched as your boyfriend pulled off his sunglasses and smiled at you, resting his vibranium hand on your waist.

“Only if you’re their cool aunt.”

You smiled. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Afterwards the two of you went to eat and spent the remainder of the meal sharing a table with Sam, his sister and his nephews. Despite the dangerous mission the three of you had been dealing with the past week, the table was full of laughter and joy that you were happy to welcome in.

Even when the cake that you had brought was sliced, you and Bucky smiled at each other from across the table when the boys scoffed down their slice of ice cream cake that contained both vanilla and chocolate- your compromise having worked in the end for the better. At times you even used your abilities to pull the fork out of your boyfriend’s hand just as he was about to bite down on a slice of cake, hearing the boy’s laugh as they watched the super soldier roll his eyes at you.

“Ha ha.” Bucky would say. “Very funny... what is that? Three times now? Really, Y/n?”

But he knew you would continue to do it as long as you continued to hear the sounds of awes coming out of the boys’ mouths and he couldn’t fault you for that. Instead sneaking you a smile when you brought the fork back into his grasp.

At the end of the evening when everyone had began to make their way home, the sun setting over the horizon, you helped tidy up with the Wilson siblings. When the tables were all wiped clean, you brushed your hands off on your bottoms, watching as Bucky sat on the edge of the dock, the golden hue of the sunset setting on his features.

Glancing over your shoulder as Sarah ushered her children back home, you saw Sam throw you a thumbs up. When your eyes met his you smiled, mouthing a “thank you” before he turned in the direction of his sister, following her path back home.

Sighing to yourself you turned back to your boyfriend.

You were going to tell him. You were going to finally tell him you were pregnant.

You took one last deep breath, taking in the last moment before Bucky and your’s life changed forever.

Making your way towards your boyfriend you kneeled behind him, your chest meeting his back as you wrapped your arms around his chest.

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hi doll.” He hummed, moving his hands to hold yours that were resting against his chest.

“Had a nice day?” You asked, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his cheek.

You felt as his chest rumbled when he chuckled, staring out over the water while the sun continued to set, its reflection turning the water gold.

“Yeah.” He said. “I wish it could be like that every day, you know?”

You knew what he meant. You understood that he was talking about the peace, the joy, the laughter- the normalcy. You understood that he was talking about how your lives were so hectic and always would be due to the hand you had been dealt with super human abilities. You could never have a normal life, but you also understood that it was more than just never having to fight or go on a mission again- it was the feeling of family, of caring and of love.

“I know it can’t be like that every day.” You said. “But would you... would you settle for most days?”

You felt his hands squeeze yours a bit more, tilting his head back to get a better look at you.

“What are you talking about?”

“Would you settle for most days, Buck?” You asked again. “Would it all be worth it even if you still had to fight?”

He answered in a heartbeat.

“Of course it would.” Bucky said. “I’d fight for one day of this.”

You unwrapped your arms from around his chest, moving to kneel besides him on the dock so he could face you. Knowing what you were about to say, you took in the moment, breathing in the fresh air and memorizing the way his face looked in the golden hour.

“I’m pregnant.”

You watched as his face dropped and you were almost worried until a wide smile reached across his face.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked, so in disbelief he sounded as though the wind had been knocked right out of him.

You smiled, nodding your head and took his hand in yours. “I am. I found out a few days ago-”

“Wait.” He cut you off. “A few days ago? Did you know you were pregnant when we fought in New York City?”

Staring at his face now, confronting the issue, you were suddenly very interested in the frosting he had somehow gotten on the bottom of his shirt, tugging on the hem and scratching it off.

“Y/n?”

“Okay, yes. I knew.” You confessed.

Rather than the fed up, overprotective reaction you were expecting, you felt Bucky’s hands reach to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. Rather than anger in his eyes, all you saw was worry and you were wishing you had never gone and fought just so you could save yourself from seeing him like that.

“Promise me you won’t fight anymore.” He said. “At least until the baby’s here- God I can’t believe we’re having a baby- just promise me okay? If anything happened to either of you I wouldn’t know what to do with myself-”

“I promise, Buck.” You assured him, smiling and beginning to feel tears prickle in your eyes. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

You watched as he began to smile once again and the two of you couldn’t help but laugh- so consumed in complete and utter joy. You and Bucky had gone through so much- especially within the last few months- but as you both sat there, so happy you couldn’t help but laugh, you realized it was worth it and you would go through it all again if it meant that at the end of the day you two would come back to each other every single time.

For the first time in your life, you watched as tears of joy began to fill his eyes, almost as if they had begun to wash away the years of pain that he had suffered previously. Although he was sure he hadn’t fought his last fight... he was sure he was going to be okay. He was happy. He was going to share his life with you. He was going to be a dad.

“We’re gonna have a kid.” He repeated the words, almost as if to convince himself that they were true.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad, Buck.” You told him, laughing through the tears that had begun to fill your eyes. “If you’re half as good at being a dad as you are the ‘cool uncle’- our kid is in good hands.”

“You think so?” He asked.

“I know so, Buck.”

[welkinsky]

Ih hi I'm new and I was wondering if you could do Tokoyami Dabi and Tomura hc with a fem s/o who never lies, like they are able to lie but it's just so bad that a baby not even born yet can tell it's a lie. Also I'm like this so it sometimes it's hard on my self esteem

A/N: You know that is a great quality that you have right there, after all these years I've learned that it is always better to always just tell the truth, it is not always easy but makes thing way more simpler. So I'm tryna be like uuyyu ma boi (I'm sorry I've seen way too many reals recently lol)

BNHA Boys X Reader Who Never Lie (Part 1)

Part 1 - Tokoyami, Dabi and Tomura

Part 2 - Bakugou, Hawks and Aizawa

Part 3 - Izuku, Shoto and Kirishima

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Dabi

"Where were you?" you heard as you were trying to sneak in the room.

You turned he was there sitting in the chair while glaring at you. "I was out for a walk" you said awkwardly stretching and scratching the back of your neck.

"For real?!" he asked you with a confused expression. It was scary. You wanted to tell the truth but thought it would be better if you just kept quite and didn't chickened out.

You were planning a surprise party for him. It was his birthday, he didn't tell anyone about it but you and you wanted to make it special.

Since it's been a long time since he had a party or any celebration in a long time.

"I'm going to ask this one more time.." that was your que for telling him what was up. Since you didn't answer, "WHERE WERE YOU?!" he said launching towards you.

"Aaa I was arranging cake for you!" You said in one breathe and kind of scared.

His expression changed and guilt was written on his face. First for scaring you and doubting you in the first place and on top of that, you were doing something that no one has ever done for you.

Safe to say that you got the deluxe treatment rest of the week.

Tomura

"You were training, weren't you?" you heard your man's stern voice.

"No I was just hanging out Toga and twice" you said looking down at the floor, trying to play it off.

"Oh okay, well... it is funny because I just dismissed those two, we were in a meeting since morning" you heart sank.

You looked at him with those guilty eyes. To which his expression softened, "You were hurt badly last time, why do you want to do this to your body again. We have enough time till next time we'll need your help." He couldn't help but hug you while still scolding you politely making sure that you don't get scared, "Come here. Take rest now."

He kissed the top of your head and made you look up with his index finger under your chin to make sure that you were alright.

Gave a peck on you lips and nodded you to go to bed.

Tokoyami

You were coming back from the break room when you bumped into him.

"Did you have lunch?" he asked in his usual calm tone. He wasn't a friend of yours as such but he did help you this morning when you fainted in an empty corridor.

"Yea I just did" you replied while avoiding eye contact with him. "Yea what did you eat?" he asked in a stern voice.

You started stuttering which obvious that you were lying. So you just told him the truth that you kind of forgot to bring the lunch and even the lunch money and since you were new, you had zero friends apart from him, you talked to him occasionally.

After that, you both sat together and you shared his lunch together. That was the start of your bond with him :))

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[raineydays411]

Thanks T

 Summary: A dad is supposed to be your rock. Someone you can go to when times are hard. Someone whos supposed to protect you. WHat happens when your dad doesn’t fit the bill, and Tony does?

A/n: Hello yall! So this story hit really close to home for me lmao. It was mentioned that there aren’t any good dad/step dad Tony fics so I hope you like it. Everyone thank @alphaandromedae97 and an anon for this fic. 

Hope yall enjoy!

Your life was complicated. 

How can it not be when Tony “billionaire playboy” Stark is your step dad. 

Yes you read that right, step dad. It’s funny really, turns out he has a thing for waitresses that aren’t interested in him at first. That waitress being your mom.

They met when she was working a shift at the restaurant she works at, and he came in with Avengers. He expected her to fall at their feet like everyone else did, but she just scoffed and asked for their order. Pretty epic. 

Then one long montage later, and they ended up getting married. You were happy for your mom, of course. Deep down, Tony is a good man and you knew he’d do anything for your mom. And he’s always been nice to you, making sure you were okay with him proposing and then you moving upstate with him and your mom. He always made sure you felt included, maybe a little too much. He actually took interest in your life, which you’ll always appreciate. 

But you were a total daddy's girl by heart. You always felt like you had a close relationship with your biological father. He was a good dad, he took you out to movies, went to recitals, and always made sure to take you to the father-daughter dance your school district put on every year. It was your tradition. But after your parents divorced a few years ago, it seemed like he was getting more and more distant from you. He stopped calling as much, would skip out on your days to visit him and when you did visit, he’d lock himself in his office, claiming he had to finish some paperwork. It broke your heart, knowing that a man you were so close with, seems to be detaching himself from your life. But, in his defence he always managed to take you to the father-daughter dance. He always did. No matter how long the both of you went without seeing each other, no matter how long you haven’t spoken, he always made sure to take you. 

That act alone, reassured you that he did still love you. He was just busy. In fact, you were getting ready to go to the final father-daughter dance, as you were going to graduate this year and therefore you would be too old to attend the next year. This year was especially important to you. You wanted this night to be perfect. 

And you were positive your father would pull through as he has the past years.

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You were filled with excitement as you tried on multiple different dresses. You always liked this part of getting ready, the dress shopping. 

The confidence you feel when you finally found the right dress. The happy feeling you and your mother had, browsing through the dress shop downtown. Tony offered to buy you a custom designer dress, but you couldn’t accept. This was the shop you’ve been going to since you were a little girl, since you went to your very first dance with your dad. Call it nostalgia or tradition, but you couldn’t shop anywhere else. 

“ Hey ma! I think I found the one.” You shout from the dressing room, finally finding your dress after hours of searching. 

“Come out here and let’s see bug” She replies from where shes seated. You take a deep breath, soothing the wrinkles on the dress and walking outside. Your mother gasps as she see the gown. It was beautiful really. It was a glittery, lilac purple floor length dress with spaghetti straps. And it even had pockets! You were absolutely obsessed. Plus, you could probably use it as a prom dress if you really wanted to.

“Oh baby...you look so beautiful...” You mom says, tearing for the millionth time. 

“Ma, are you crying again?!” You laugh, “ Come on, that's the fifth time you’ve cried since we’ve been in the store!”

She laughs with you, sniffling as she wipes her tears,” I’m sorry, but you’re getting so big, it feels like it was only yesterday we were walking in this shop to get your first dress...and now...” She starts to cry again.

You smile softly, understanding what your mom was saying. You were in kindergarten when you first started attending these meetings, now you’re a senior in highschool. 

“Alright, no more crying. It’s a happy day for you. Has your father called texted you when he was going to come pick you up?” Your mom asked wiping her tears.

You frown, “ No, I haven;’t hear from him since two weeks ago when he said he wanted to get lunch.”

You can see your mom roll her eyes in the mirror, “ Mom he’s just busy. I’m sure he’ll call when he can.”

“Oh sure, I just hate that he doesn’t answer you fast enough.”

“I know ma, but he has work” You argue, “ He calls when he can, and that's okay.”

Your mom sighs, knowing that you were stubborn when it comes to your father. 

“ Well, let’s get this wrapped, Tony wants to get lunch and we need to convince him to get something other than shawarma.” 

You roll your eyes, “ God, what’s with that man and shawarma. It’s like his life line or something”

“I know!”

After the two of you buy the dress, you pick up Tony from the HQ. You loved the drive up there,mainly because of the scenery, but also cause you can see Cap running laps outside.

“Hell my love, hey kiddo” Tony greets switching seats with your mom.

‘Hey T” You greet, smiling at the man. 

“Did you find the dress?” He asks, driving away from his place of work and to a restaurant. 

“Yeah! It’s like the one I told you I wanted. I was surprised it was there to be honest.” You reply, “ Mom practically dehydrated herself shopping though.”

“Oh? How many times did she cry this time? Cause she was crying earlier when she was getting read-- OW! Hey I’m driving” He exclaims as your mom swats his arm.

You giggle at their antics, chest warming with the sight of your mom happy again.

“She cried five times while we were shopping. Five!”

“Five? I didn’t know the human body had that much water.”

The two of you chuckled as your mom made an offended noise.

“I hate that the two of you get on so well.” She pouts, “ And excuse me if I’m a little sad my baby is growing up so fast.”

You tune out the rest of their conversation as your phone buzzes. 

Dad

Hey kid, I’m gonna have to meet you at the school tomorrow. I have a meeting that’s gonna run late.

You

Okay daddy, I’ll see you there <3

You frown, your dad always managed to pick you up from the house. He used to take you to eat before the dance. And he always used to take the day off, devoting his time to you.

“ Uh oh, someone's frowning back there.” Tony remarks, “ What’s wrong kiddo, did a character off that show you like die/”

“Uh no, ma do you think you can drop me off at the dance tomorrow? Dad said he has a late meeting and won’t be able to pick me up.”

Your mother makes eye contact with Tony. They both know how your father has been flaking on you and how it breaks your heart that he does. It makes Tony especially mad because it remind him of his childhood. How his father really didn’t pay attention to him unless he was criticizing  his life choices.

“ Hey y/n, I can drop you off if you want.” Tony offers, “ I really don’t mind.”

You smile, “Thanks T.” 

“No problem kid.”

And with that he pulls into the restaurant parking lot. 

As your family is seated, you take a quick look around the restaurant, wanting to see the reactions of the patrons when they realize Tony Stark is in the building. But as you do, you see a man who looks very familiar. But before you can take a closer look your mom interrupts you.

“Y/n, you know it's rude to stare.”

“Oh sorry mom.” 

So you take a seat and continue with your meal. You tune out your mother and Tony’s conversation as you can’t take your mind off of that man. You take a quick glance back while your parents discuss the dessert menu.

That’s when you realize that the man was your father!

You stand up from the table and make your way towards the man. Surprised to see him there because as far as you know, he’s supposed to be in a meeting right now.

“Daddy?” You ask cautiously. The man tenses up before turning to you.

“Y/n? Honey what are you doing here?” You notice he doesn’t make an attempt to get up and hug you. 

And you also notice the second plate of food across from him and a napkin stained with what looked like lipstick.

“Um, T and Ma wanted to grab dinner.. I thought you were at a meeting?”

“This is a five star restaurant, and you just stopped in?” He asks ignoring your question, “ Of course Stark did..”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Everytime your mother was even close to being happy, your dad always found something wrong with the person she was with. But he seemed to have a strong disliking towards Tony for some reason.

“Um right...So you told me you were in a meeting? That’s why I couldn’t come over after dress shopping?”

“Right! A meeting...I’m currently in right now.” He says quickly looking towards the women's bathroom, “ You should go back to your table hon, my boss is really strict”

“Oh right, sorry” You say dejected, “ I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” your dad says with a soft smile, “ I love you Bug.”

You smile at the nickname your parents gave you, “ I love you too pop.” 

And with that you walk off, back to your mother and Tony. You can see they’re trying to hide the fact that they were watching by covering their face with the dessert menus.

“Oh here you are, we got you a tiramisu” Tony says nonchalantly, pushing the dessert towards you.

“Uh huh” You hummed teasingly, “ Dad says hi by the way.” 

“ Oh does he now?” You mom said not convinced, “ That’s nice of him.”

You hummed, mouthful of cake signaling that you were done with the conversation. Your family finished up their meals and signaled for the check. As you were walking out the restaurant, you turned to say goodbye to your dad, only to see his “boss” was back from the restroom.

Only this boss was a 5′3, brunette bombshell in a tight red dress and having her neck kissed by the man you call your father. 

Your stomach felt sick.

“Oh gross, I really didn’t need to see that.” You mutter catching the attention of Tony who was behind you. 

“See what kid?” He asks following your gaze, “Oh. Yikes is that even allowed? I didn’t know your dad was a vampire.”

You snort, “ Oh god T, that's disgusting.” 

He just laughs and pats your head, “ Come on, lets go before your mom yells at us.”

You smile, but you wondered why your dad didn’t tell you that he was on a date. Or that he was even seeing someone?

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Thoughts of your fathers secrets where wiped from your brain as you scrambled to get ready for the dance the next day.

Tony surprised you and your mom with a mani-pedi day at 10am and a hair appointment for you at 1pm. After you had to get shoes for your dress at the mall and then be home by 5pm to get your dress and makeup on, take pictures, and then be out the door by 7pm to take pictures with your dad, then finally be at the dance by 8pm when doors open. 

The whole day you were messaging your dad about how excited you are, getting similar replays back. He pays for you shoes and complements your hair. 

Your heart swells as you think about how hard it was in the beginning of the divorce. But your father always tried his best to spend time with you and made sure you knew he loved you.  

It was hard on you at first, but you appreciate that he tried for you. The fact that he’s been taking you to this dance since you were a little girl is proof enough. You were a little sentimental, this was your last dance after all. 

You smiled looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful in your dress. Your makeup was done to perfection and you had gotten a silk press in your hair. You felt like a princess.  You heard your mom sniffle.

“Mom, again?” You laugh,turning to face her.

“I’m sorry! You just look so beautiful!” she says with a sad smile, “ God, you grew up so fast bug” 

You roll your eyes, but feel the tears spring to your eyes as well, “ Ma! Stop I can’t ruin my make up” 

You both laugh as you fan your eyes

“You ready?” She asks, “ Tony’s waiting for you in the living room.”

You nod, gathering your things and walking out the door. You let your mom walk down the stairs first. You can hear Tony and you assume Happy in the living room. You finally make it down the stairs. It turns out it was Tony, Happy, and Peter Parker. Your mom was chatting with them and they all had their back turned to you. 

“Ahem.” You clear your throat, catching their attention.

You see Peter stiffen as he gazes at you and mutters a soft “Wow”

You blush, what can you say he’s a cutie.

 Happy gives you a comforting smile.

 And Tony?

He has a soft look on his face, “ Jeez kid, you clean up well.” 

You laugh, “ Better than you old man, what's up with the pants?”

He had on Iron Man pj pants.

“Oh hush.” He laughs, “ You look beautiful kiddo.” 

You look down with a grin.

“Oh pose for some pictures!” You mom says excitedly, “ Go Y/n, by your self first and then with me. Then with Tony.”

You sigh, knowing how long it was gonna take.  

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Finally after three million pictures, your mom and Tony drove you to the school.

“Okay bug, is your dad here?” Your mom asks looking around at the group. 

“Yeah! He should be inside.” You say kissing your mom goodbye and waving to Tony. You show the ticket and waltz in the gym. 

You smile and wave at classmates and parents. These people you’ve known since you were a child and who knew you. You finally got to the table you always sat at woth your dad. 

It was empty.

You frown and look at your phone.

Me

On my way pop!

It said the message was read.

“He must be on  driving” You think to yourself as you sat at the table.

But then twenty minutes passed. Then an hour. then two

You were still there, waiting for your dad to come. You sent five messages and they all remained unopened. 

You looked around the gym, seeing a few parents looking at you with pity in their eyes. You can barely stand it.

You got up and went to the restroom, trying not to cry. and in the restroom you tried calling you father, but you were sent to voicemail. The you finally got a message. 

Dad

“I’m so sorry bug, I can’t make it to the dance. I have a meeting today. :(”

You felt dejected. Humiliated. 

Your father has rearranged visitation days, skipped out on little crimonied and rectitals you’ve had, but this by far was the most disappointing thing he has done. 

He promised multiple times that he’d be here. Never has he ever skipped out on the dance before.  ANd he knew how important this was to you. Thi was your last dance, and he ruined it. 

You let yourself cry. You sobbed as you realized that your father has been distancing himself from you. That your relationship hasn’t been okay for a while. And you just didn’t want to let go.

You sigh as you realize you’ve been in the restroom for a while. You stand up and look at your face. Despite the red eyes and slightly red nose, your make up was pretty much intact.

“Huh at least my setting spray hasn’t let me down.” You say to your self. After a few mintues of calming down, you walk out of the restroom and bump into a figure. 

“Sorry” you mutter about to pass the person. 

“Gee you took a while in there, I told you not to get that coffee kid.” 

You quickly look up and se Tony.

Dressed in a suit, flowers in hand.

“Hey kid.” He says softly

“what..what are you doing here?” You whisper, tears filling your eyes again.

“Well apparently you need an rent a dad, and I happened to be in the neighborhood.” He jokes, then says, “ I’m sorry your dad didn’t come kiddo, and I know I’m not him, and quite frankly I’m glad I’m not. But I do love you like you’re my own, and well...yeah here I am.”

You stay quiet, looking at Tony in wonder. Touched that he did this for you.

“Of course if you just want to leave then we can just get out of here” He rambles nervously, “ But you gotta tell me kid cause I’m kinda freaking out.”

“Can we get ice cream after?” You ask him

“What?”

“After the dance, we should go get ice cream.” 

“Uh sure?” Tony says, “So what do you usually do at these things?” 

You laugh and steer him to the tables where they have all the activities at. You actually have more fun with him than you had recently wit your dad. Tony is definitely more competitive than your father and treats every game as a challenge. Not like something he’s humoring just for his kid. He celebrates with you instead of telling you to calm down. He chats with the adults, is nice to the kids, and does the goofy dances with you. Seeing Iron Man do the chicken dance is something you didn’t know you needed till now. He managed to turn this horrible night to one of the best ones you’ve had in quite a while. 

Finally the father daughter dance started to signal the end of the dance. Tony bowed dramatically and said in a horrible british accent, “ Lady Y/n?”

You laugh and make your way to the dance floor. You’re both quiet for a bit, snorting at how serious the other dads and their daughters look.

“Hey T?” You say softly, looking at the ground.

“Yeah kid?” 

“Thank you. It’s nice to know that one of my dad's isn’t a total asshole.” You say. knowing that this is the first time you referred to Tony as your dad.

His eyes get misty as he clears his throat,

“Anytime, bug”

[ramzawrites]

Just a day with MICHAEL and wine aunt y/n?

Babysitter Y/N Is On The Case

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Ranboo, Tubbo, Michael, Fundy, Philza

Warnings: While this is Gender Neutral, Reader refers to themself as Aunt/ gets referred to as aunt by others

Series: a request drabble!

Summary: Y/N was asked to play babysitter for Michael so of course who would they be if they didn’t bring some toys with them or tell him some funny stories about his parents.

Words count: 3103

Authors Note: I’m sorry I wasn’t sure what kind of pronouns you wanted me to use so I stuck to Gender Neutral but Reader still gets referred to as Aunt. 

I also was really excited to write it but lost steam halfway through, I apologize but it did help me get back into writing after being stuck with studying so much! So thanks for that!

Ranboo was sitting on the ground. Busy watching Michael draw with crayons on scraps of paper. He was currently making his own rendition of a family portrait and Ranboo couldn’t help but be amused with the way he drew him, Ranboo, and his best friend Tubbo.

He was tall, sure, but seeing how Michael drew clouds right next to his face was for some reason quite comical to him.

Tubbo was pacing the room up and down. His thoughts lingering on something else. Foolish was currently building their new home, a mansion to be exact, and he needed their help to map some stuff out.

At first the two wanted to bring Michael with them but Foolish brought up that a construction site might not be the safest place for a toddler. So, the two had to find a babysitter. It would be the first time they entrusted someone else with their adopted child and it made both of them nervous to say the least.

This place didn’t have the best track record when it came to important things like that and yet they still found someone who they felt like they could trust.

It was none other than Y/N.

Y/N did help the two numerous times. They were always there when trouble arose and they made their best effort to help the two through it. Both Tubbo and Ranboo felt close enough to them to even consider them family.

Ranboo mentioned this off handedly the day Y/N first met Michael and they looked shocked but also as if they were about to melt right then and there. It was this reaction that reaffirmed to them that, yes, they could trust Y/N.

A knock made Tubbo finally stop pacing and instead he practically sprinted down towards to the front door. Ranboo wanted to roll his eyes towards Tubbo’s agitated state but he felt similar. He just had more experience on how to hide it.

When Tubbo finally opened the door he was met by a smiling Y/N. They were holding a small bag in their hands as they gave Tubbo a short hug as a greeting.

“Hello, Tubbo! Babysitter Y/N is here and ready to take care of my little nephew Michael.”

A bit overwhelmed Tubbo let them in and closed the door, shutting away the cold winter air “Nephew?”

“Well you two told me that I’m somewhat like family to you, so, that would make Michael my nephew, definitely not grandson. So nephew.”

Tubbo just stared at Y/N for a short moment “I- I guess?”

Frankly he was a bit confused with how enthusiastic Y/N seemed to be about this whole situation. On one hand it was proof to him that Y/N did indeed take this somewhat serious and on the other hand this seems like it could somehow spell trouble.

Shaking off his confusion Tubbo began making his way up back into Michael’s room, closely followed by Y/N.

“Ranboo! How are you!” Y/N greeted the Enderman Hybrid as they softly put down the bag.

Michael looked up from his drawing and let out a happy squeak as soon as he noticed Y/N. He slowly got up and stumbled his way towards them and effectively hugged their leg as a greeting.

Y/N giggled as they slowly knelt down and put one hand on his head, ruffling through his bristle like hair “Hello, Sweetie. I’m happy to see you as well.”

“So, um, we need to go then. We made some extra food and put it to the side. Please don’t give Michael too much cookies or too much from the cake. He likes to-“ Ranboo begun to ramble off but Y/N interrupted him.

“Don’t worry, Ranboo. You won’t be gone for weeks. It’s only a day, probably even just a few hours. Nothing will happen to him. I’ll make sure of that.”

“Okay, but don’t let anyone else close to him, okay? Especially not Fundy. He has threatened him before!” Tubbo added.

Y/N put their hand above their heart “I hereby swear that I will protect little Michael with my life and make sure no harm will come to him while you two deal with your own business. Now, go.”

They were now physically pushing the two towards the stairs.

“You are awfully forceful today.” Ranboo noted, now worried after all that they chose Y/N as the babysitter.

Even so the two begun making their way down away from Michael’s room, all the while Y/N would continue push and poke them towards the door.

They scoffed “I’m not being forceful I’m helping you guys out. Besides, do you want to let poor Foolish waiting?”

“Alright, Alright! We are going! But should anything bad happen to Michael… Just saying, I have extra nukes.”

“Tubbo!”

But Y/N just rolled their eyes “I know. Don’t worry. Really. You guys have been good to me so I want to repay your kindness. Besides I have gotten quite attached to the little gremlin as well.”

Finally the two seemed to relax and grabbed their jackets as they walked out of the door. Y/N waved them goodbye and softly closed the door once they couldn’t see them anymore.

Now with the two parents gone Y/N made their way back to Michael, not wanting him to be alone for too long.

Back in his room Y/N found Michael staring out the window, probably watched as his parents left the home without him. Usually at least one person would stay behind so it must have been a surprise for him to see both of his parents leave at the same time.

He let out a few sad squeaks as he desperately tried to jump around, hoping he could somehow find his parents again if he just took a better look.

“Hey, it’s fine. They’ll come back and while they are gone I’m taking care of you, alright?” Y/N begun speaking, hoping he would turn his attention towards them instead the outside but he ignored them.

Y/N stepped closer, sitting down on the ground next to him while he was standing on the tip of his hooves, holding on to the corner of the windows with his hands.

Carefully Y/N stretched out a hand to Michael’s shoulder in order to gain his attention this way and it seemed to work. He let go off the window and instead twisted around to look his babysitter in the face. Both his eyes wide and glossy. Michael seemed to be close to tears.

“They will be back soon I promise, alright? In the meantime we can hang out!”

He still seemed to be close to tears and sad squeaks where still leaving his mouth so Y/N decided then and there it was time for their special weapon.

As Y/N got back up they held their hand out for Michael who slowly put his hand into theirs. Together they walked towards the brown bag Y/N brought with them.

An almost mischievous smile made it’s way on their face as Y/N opened up the bag in a way that Michael could look inside.

His expression immediately lightened up. The gloss seemed to disappear and instead he looked like he was in awe. He took his hand out of Y/N’s and moved it inside the bag only to stop and look Y/N into their eyes. Obviously asking for permission.

Ranboo and Tubbo really did a good job when it came to teaching Michael manners apparently which surprised Y/N a tiny bit. For some reason they suspected that Ranboo played a bigger role in this than Tubbo though.

Y/N nodded “Go ahead. I got them for you after all.”

Excited Michael almost dove into the bag as he got the little toys out. They were just simple wooden toys like horses, people and the like but still hard to come by around in this place. He sprayed them out on the ground only to take a closer look at the figures that seemed to represent certain people.

There were four of them. One looking like Ranboo, Tubbo, Michael and of course one looked like Y/N. They had to admit part why they did this was to bribe Michael but only a tiny bit. He was adorable and they did get kind of attached to this young Pigling as well so giving him gifts like that was only natural, right?

He grabbed all four of them and hugged them close to his chest, his gaze once again on Y/N’s face with a pleading expression.

“Yeah, they are yours! Just remember who got you them.” It felt like their heart was swelling up in their chest as they watched Michael hugging the piece that looked like them.

To Y/N’s sudden surprise Michael softly put the wooden dolls down, got up only to crash back into Y/N, hugging their body with his tiny arms. His previous sad squeaks exchanged by happy grunts.

“Alright. You want to play a bit? Read something? Or would you want me to tell you stories about your parents? Don’t get me wrong they are amazing but they are also idiots.”

Curious Michael looked back up which gave Y/N the chance to boop him on his little snout “Embarrassing stories about your parents it is then.” Which resulted in Michael to let out a sequence of grunts that mirrored a giggle.

Michael moved back away from Y/N and sat down on the ground. Grabbing the figure that represented Y/N as well as a brown horse.

“What could I tell you about... There is so much. Oh, if I tell you about that I think both Tubbo and Ranboo will kill me. Then again. You can keep a secret right?”

Without hesitation Michael nodded enthusiastically as he continued to play around with his new toys.

“Let’s start then.”

For the next hour or so Y/N begun telling stories about Ranboo and Tubbo. At first they only wanted to tell him about the little embarrassing things they did but it soon turned into a bit of a nostalgia trip for them. Briefly talking about how L’Manberg started, Tubbo’s presidency, Ranboo’s first day in the SMP and all the hijinks in between.

They made sure to let out the bad parts and mainly concentrated on the funny bits and pieces in between all the stressful situations and wars they have been through. That was something they didn’t feel like they had the right to talk about. Not without talking with Ranboo and Tubbo about it.

During all of that Michael was patiently listening though he was still rolling around on the ground playing with his new toys. Whenever Y/N thought he might not be listening anymore he let out a few squeaks urging them to keep on going.

The two new parents probably have never talked much with Michael about what they have been up to before they adopted him. To them there was a lot of pain connected to their past so instead they tried to work on their future instead. A future that involved Michael and hopefully a happier one.

For Y/N it wasn’t that different to be honest. They were right there at the beginning of it after all but when it came to the two parents they could tell Michael probably better than they themselves about the funny little bits in their past.

The time went on and at some point Y/N stopped telling stories and instead joined Michael in him playing with his new toys. He was also very adamant about the fact that Y/N used the Y/N-Doll while they played out scenarios like fighting off zombies.

It has already been after mid-day when Y/N came over to babysit so it didn’t take long for the sun to slowly set, soon the world turned dark.

When Tubbo and Ranboo first talked with them about Y/N babysitting they also made sure to tell them that once the sun is down it’s bed time for Michael which was a rule Y/N tried to follow at first.

“It’s bed time Michael. You can play later with the dolls but this is one of the rules your parents set up for me.”

He just put his arms in front of his chest and huffed out an annoyed grunt, still holding on to the toys.

Y/N smirked “Man, you sure are lucky that cool auntie Y/N is here. Let’s move bed time another hour or two but if your parents come home soon you have to get in bed asap?”

Once again Michael was enthusiastically nodding.

When Tubbo and Ranboo did finally came home again they heard a ton of noise coming from upstairs as the door fell shut. They were tired from the visit to the mansion since it took longer than expected. Foolish took the chance with them there to properly map out all the rooms. And with properly map out it really meant thoroughly.

He was so happy to see them since apparently having to build all this while having to guess how to build the rooms was a stressful endeavor. So, as much as they missed Michael and worried for him, they felt the need to stay and help out Foolish as much as possible.

He really seemed to be on the edge of losing his mind.

Though now they were curious why in the world they heard a rumbling from upstairs and Tubbo, determined as he is, climbed up the ladder as fast as he could.

Though all he saw in the room were toys strewn around, Michael in his bed with his eyes closed, clearly taking in deep breaths as if he was just running around while Y/N sat next to the bed with a book open upside down in their hand.

Ranboo was now joining the group as well, his expression showing his confusion to this situation.

“Ah, uh, hey! How was the day with Foolish? As you can see I got the kid some toys, I hope that is alright.”

“Michael?” Tubbo asked and to Y/N’s detriment his ears twitched for a moment and he clearly squinted his eyes even closer shut.

Now Tubbo turned to Y/N with his hands on both of his sides, his eyebrows turned down into a frown “Y/N!”

“We told you he had a strict bed time!” Ranboo chimed in.

Y/N set the book down and got up “Yes, you are right. I should have listened. I am sorry. He was just so happy with the toys! Anyways, I have to go now as well. Hope you guys aren’t too angry with me since babysitting him was a ton of fun. If you need my help again don’t hesitate to ask me.”

And with that they made their way out of the house. Ignoring the call outs from the two. Effectively fleeing.

While they were not thrilled that Y/N let him stay up way past his bedtime nothing really bad happened to him hence why in the end they had to admit that Y/N was a good choice for a babysitter.

So whenever the need for a babysitter arose they still asked Y/N to fill that role.

Of course whenever they appeared they would bring in more presents. Either more toys or things like books and building blocks. Over time Michael seemed to be mostly interested in the little dolls that depicted actual people from the SMP so Y/N made sure to at least bring always one little doll over whenever they visited him.

Telling him fun little stories about them and who they were. At some point this turned into their favorite little tradition with the Piglin kid.

This seemed to also be the same case for Michael judging by one little instance.

They were visiting Michael once again, this time carrying a Ghostbur-Doll with them only to meet Philza and Fundy at Tubbo’s and Ranboo’s place. They were all deep in a discussion concerning Michael which Y/N used to sneakily hand him his new toy which he happily put next to his others.

Both Philza and Fundy have visited Michael a few times already as far as Y/N knew but not as often as they themself did.

“Oh, good that you are here, Y/N. I ‘ve been wondering something.” Fundy suddenly approached them, missing the subtle gift exchange just beforehand.

Y/N raised one of their eyebrows, somehow sensing trouble from him “Hey, Fundy. Hello Philza, Tubbo, Ranboo. Sorry that I’m late? Didn’t expect to see Fundy and Phil here.”

Ranboo scratched the back of his neck nervously “Yeah, we didn’t as well. It just kind of happened.”

“I get that. Either way it’s nice to see them. What is it that you were wondering about Fundy?” Y/N turned back to the Fox Hybrid at the last part.

He had a mischievous smile on his face which didn’t seem to only worry Y/N but the other residents in the room as well “You have not been the only one visiting Michael from time to time, so we have to settle one thing. Who is the better aunt or uncle.”

“Just ask him then.” Philza threw in, sounding somehow tired of Fundy already.

This seemed to pull Michaels attention back towards the adults. Ignoring his new toy for now but still holding on to it.

Y/N didn’t want to show it but a satisfied smile appeared on their face. They had it on good authority what Michael would probably go for.

Fundy knelt down on the ground, so Y/N followed suit.

“Hey little guy. Uncle Fundy has been wondering who you like more. The super cool fox dude? Or the boring Y/N?”

Normally Y/N would have said something against it but instead they just rolled their eyes and made sure to put on a soft smile for Michael. No words were needed.

When Michael looked at bit unsure on what to do Tubbo let out a weary sigh, probably tired of Fundy’s hijinks “Go ahead Michael. Don’t worry no one will get mad it is just a question.”

“You- You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.” Ranboo tried to further calm Michael’s worry down but before he even properly ended the sentence the kid was already on the move.

Without even hesitating he ran into Y/N arms. Y/N put their arms softly around him and ruffled through his hair “Yeah! Suck it Fundy! I’m the better one! Hah!”

“Y/N!” both Tubbo and Ranboo exclaimed angrily at the same time but Y/N just continued to snicker as Fundy got back up and begun sulking in a corner. Philza was of course busy laughing.

There was no way that Fundy even stood a chance against Y/N from the very beginning.

“This was unfair! They clearly bribed him! Look at all the toys he got from them!” Fundy exclaimed angrily.

“All is fair in love or war, Fundy.” Philza reminded him between him laughing.

[kirishoshego]

Tangled Training//Kirishima

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY!!!

Second part of my Teacher's Pet Series! Summary: Known as the Number 1 ranked Boxer: Red Riot. An injury caused him to chuck his career in, but his bright spirit wasn’t dimmed. Instead, he decided to teach sport study, allowing him to share his passion with the younger generation, thus helping them to a bright future. When you signed up for the boxing course you didn’t expect to see your professor and certainly didn’t plan on fucking him in his gym, but fate works in funny ways. Words:3.9k+

TW:nsfw: mention of an unhappy relationship, praising, riding, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), fingering, spitting, bitting, spanking, scratching, him calling you sweet nicknames while having sex (princess, baby, good girl,)

„Miss Y/L/N! Never knew you were into boxing! Happy to see you here, nice form,“ it was no other than your teacher, clad in a white tank top and loose black and red shorts, a pearly smile beaming at you. „Professor! I didn’t expect to see you here,“ you greeted the tall man standing next to the ring, making you taller by a few inches. „Well, it is my gym,“ Kirishima said, throwing the towel he was holding over his shoulder. „It is? When I signed up your name wasn’t mentioned at all,“ how embarrassing. Did you really miss his name when you looked into the gym? „That’s on purpose. I really appreciate my fans, but this is meant to be a safe space, and having it crowded with strangers wouldn’t really adherence that,“ he explained with a smile and stepped into the ring, the high difference now even more noticeable than before.

His black hair was pulled back into a low bun, a few strands slipping out of it and framing his handsome face. A healed cut went down from his brow to below his eye adding to his studly appearance, not to mention his trained arms that were on full display. „How long have you been here already? It can’t be for long, I would have definitely noticed you,“ he took the coaching cushion from the woman you had been training with, fixing them around his hands and turning back to you. „This is only my third lesson, I’m barely at the beginning,“ you told him, a nervous feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. „Mina is one of my best teachers! You’re in good hands with her, but in even better ones with me."

From that moment on you trained with him every other week. As much as the two of you tried to keep the relationship strictly as student and teacher in both ways, the more you saw him the harder it got. You noticed how you slowly started comparing your boyfriend to him, how Kirishima did certain things and he didn’t. Like how your professor would always open doors for you, make sure you’re home safe. He remembered important appointments and ask you how they went, never belittled or made fun of your problems or worries. When you told him your favorite show or book or song he would always look into it because he knew it would mean a lot to you and it would allow him to get to know you even more.

At first, he didn’t even realize what he was doing. While he thought about cutting your relationship, whatever weird state it was in right now, he also thought about how much he enjoyed spending time with you. How much he could potentially hurt you. And the sting in his heart wouldn’t allow that, even if he knew it would have been the better choice. As far as he knew you had a partner, so nothing could go wrong, right?

The day everything changed was no other day than your birthday. Your boyfriend had promised at least five times that he will spend the night with you, party into it, give you your first gift and wake you up with an amazing breakfast. But when the clock turned midnight there was no sight of him, no text, no call, nothing. In the beginning, you thought he might prank you, surprise you and act like it was all a stupid joke. You wouldn’t be a big fan of it but it would be better than him not being there at all. Your phone rang, once, twice. Your best friend had texted you a sweet message, telling you they can’t wait to celebrate and see you soon, the other text was someone from your family telling you the same. At 12:12 a.m. your phone rang yet again because of another text message.

„Hey Y/N! Happy birthday my little boxing champ. I’m proud of how far you have gotten and can’t wait to see how far you’ll come. Just know that I believe in you and if anything happens, you can always count on me! See you soon, hope you get celebrated the way you deserve it.

-Eijro“

You didn’t know what to say, overwhelmed with the current situation. There was no way you could deny the butterflies setting off in your stomach as you read through the simple, yet sweet message. You weren’t meant to feel that way for another person while dating your partner. You especially weren’t meant to be so feel that way for your professor out of all people.

When the clock read 01:10 a.m. you heard a knock on your door. Opening it your eyes fell upon your apologetically looking boyfriend, with a cake and small bouquet.

„Hey babe, I’m sorry for being so late, but I’m here now. I got you your favorite cake and another surprise coming soon,“ he kissed you shortly before walking into your kitchen to put everything down. „Happy Birthday!“ He engulfed you in a tight hug and planted another kiss on your lips, before walking back to unbox the cake. „Thank you,“ you said while watching him cut into it. When you saw the inside you felt disappointment forming in your stomach. „Is that (add flavor you don’t like) cake?“ You asked, hoping it simply looked similar. „Yeah why?“ You couldn’t help but pick up his slightly pissed tone „Oh… It’s just… Never mind, thank you,“ you had definitely dated long enough for him to know what you liked and what not and you remembered clear as day that you had talked to him about this because it was his brother’s wedding and he told you to stop being picky about it. „No. What did I do wrong now? “ he said while rolling his eyes.

And that was the start of a two-hour-long fight, ending in you calling it quits after finding the receipt of the 7/11 around the corner, telling you he brought your presents ten minutes before arriving at your place.

There was no way you could go to bed now, angry tears streaming down your face as you took your phone in your hand, texting the only person you wanted to talk to right now. Not even a minute after you send the text your phone rang. „What’s wrong?“ Was the first thing he asked, voice deeper than usual. „I’m sorry, did I wake you up?“ You could hear him shift at the other end of the line like he was getting out of bed. „That doesn’t matter. Why are you crying?“ You had never heard him so concerned and you felt bad for being the cause of it. „I fought with my bo- My ex and I’m angry and hurt and I don’t know,“ you felt another set of tears ready to roll down and a shaky breath cut the short silence between the two of you. „I’ll be there in 15 minutes, don’t come downstairs before I text you,“ you couldn’t answer anymore. He had ended the call and you starred at your phone dumbfounded.

Before Eijiro’s text arrived you had changed into something other than your pajamas and washed your face to look slightly less like you had just cried your eyes out.

When you saw him standing there in front of his big jeep, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and black hoodie you couldn’t stop yourself from running up to him, feeling his strong arms wrap you in a tight hug after being caught off guard for a second.

„Thank you for coming by,“ you mumbled into his chest, slightly disappointed when pulled away. „Of course, anytime. What would you like do to?“ Kirishima asked, opening the passenger door for you. „Like punching a motherfucker,“ Your eyes fell upon a small box and he picked it up. „You said you really liked this cake, so I thought I get it for you. It’s nothing much,“ the warm smile he gave you was the best gift you had received so far. „But the bakery is on the other side of town, thank you so much!“ to say you couldn’t believe he would do such a thing was understandable, but then again so was getting up for your student at almost four in the morning. „No biggie, really,“ once you were seated he took off, driving to the place you grew so familiar with.

„You can let it all out, punch as hard as you can,“ he told you as the two of you stood inside the boxing ring, his hair tied up again. And you did, you punched over and over again, imagining his face on the red cushions. „I can’t believe I ever thought about a future together with that prick!“ You said in between punches. „What was the fight about anyway?“ It was your birthday and to know it started like that made him sad.

„You won't believe it! Not only did he get the wrong cake and withering flowers after FOUR years of dating, no, he was two hours too late than he promised me. Do you think he called or at least send me a text to let me know he might be too late? Of course, he didn’t. That’s not even the worst part! Do you know why he was too late? Because his ex Stella needed help with her fucking car! He ditched me on my birthday for his ex and about half an hour before getting to my place he remember that he had no present for me. At one point I was so angry because he said a birthday is like every other day and I shouldn’t be mad that he almost forgot. I told him that even you, my professor, remembered my birthday and congratulated me sooner than he did. He said if you were so much better than he was I should just go and fuck you instead and I said: You know what, I might and it would be the best night of my life! Then he called me a whore and I told him I would rather be that than his girlfriend, so I broke up with him,“ you rambled, noticing too late that he had his hands down.

The sudden impact and his improper stand lead to him stumbling and falling back. Worry was written across your face as you kneeled between his spread legs. „I’m so, so sorry, I was rambling and didn’t pay attention, are you okay?“ You were on eye level with him now while you lift his hoodie to look at his rip, apologizing yet again when you saw the red spot. The black-haired man stared at you, half in awe, half in lust. „Don’t worry, I’m okay, I was just caught off guard,“ he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, causing you to look up only to find his eyes on you already. „Why did you take your hands down?“ You unwrapped your other hand from the glove, applying pressure to the spot to make sure everything was good. „I just… I was surprised, that’s all,“ „Surprised? Why? Did I do something wrong?“ Your eyes flickered from left to right, breath hitching in your throat as his big hand went to your cheek, his thumb stroking it softly. „You said you might fuck me,“ he chuckled, nose tips now touching „Professor, I’m so sor-,“ before you could say something else his soft, plump lips were on yours, moving in perfect sync.

Every worry, every thought, every doubt vanished within seconds as he pulled your body closer to his. Your top didn’t stop his hand from slipping onto the small of your back and the moment his bare skin was on yours it felt like small electric shocks went through your lower region. A low groan vibrated against your lips as you ground your hips against his, feeling him harden beneath you, his breath was now slightly unsteady.

It could have been minutes or hours, you didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care to check, before he broke the kiss, pulling the hoodie over his head after you tugged on it, smiling when he saw the way you looked at him. Not the boxing champion, not the rich man, you wanted him.

Pulling your top over your head before he flipped you over with his arm around your waist and his thigh between your legs allowed him to tease you in all the right places.

Kirishima didn’t hide the pleasure he felt hearing you whine underneath him while he got you rilled up, kissing your body and leaving behind an obvious mark on your chest. You had never noticed how sharp they actually are until they bit down onto your delicate skin, his hands creepy down your stomach into your pants. He wasn’t going to touch you just yet, but the feeling of his middle finger over your slowly damping underwear, ghosting over your clit, close enough to set off soft tingles but never touching you where you most wanted it.

„You look so beautiful,“ he told you, before his lips met yours again, swallowing your soft moans. „Please I need you,“ you were going to buck your hips up in hopes he would touch you but he had you in full control, keeping your hips in place while he dragged his fingers painfully slow over your clit. „Tsk, tsk, tsk, someone is impatient,“ the older man kneeled in front of you, his fingers hooking around the waistband of your pants and pulled them down.

His eyes fell upon the wet spot between your legs and he couldn’t wait to be buried in between your thighs, feeling them shake around him while his name will fall from your rosy lips. „Be a good girl for me and sit on my face,“ his raspy voice whispered in your ears, biting down on your lobe softly. Sensing a moment of hesitation before he took your hand in his, pulling you up after kissing your knuckles.

„Gotta prep you before I fuck you, don’t want my princess to be in pain now, do we?“ Before you could tell him you were ready for him, needed him inside of you, needed him to stuff you full he took your hand in his, wrapping it around his length. The further you went up to his thick length, the more you realized that you were, in fact, absolutely not ready for him. „Told you so,“ his chuckle was cut short when your thumb circled around his sensitive head, but your deviant attitude was cut short when he grabbed you and put you in place. Now you kneeled on top of him and red eyes looked up to you through thick, dark lashes „Don’t think for one moment that you are in control, I could throw you around like a rag doll,“ there was no doubt in your mind that he could and would and as much as you liked the sound of it right now you wanted nothing more but to feel pleasure.

Kirishima was taking his sweet time, worshiping your thighs with bites and kisses. Whenever he would switch from left to right he would make sure to blow cold air and kiss just below your for attention begging clit. Your squirming appears to only make him go longer until you broke.

„Please Eijiro, I can’t take it anymore,“ your voice was cracking, almost as if you were about to cry and maybe you were because he touched you everywhere but where you most needed it. „Keep being good for me and use your words,“ „Please eat me ou-“ as if that’s all he waited for he spits onto your pussy before attaching his lips around your clit, cutting you off with your own moan.

He gave you cunnilingus like a mad man, your wet cunt the only medicine for his sickness. Never would you have thought that it could feel so titillating to have a man between your legs. It was as if the only thought in his brain right now was your pleasure, nothing else, just the need to make you cum. His slick muscle would lap out every once in a while, dip into you to taste more of you, ere it reappeared where it started, flicking up and down, left and right, things you never even knew off. Your first orgasm came crashing down in less than five minutes, but he was nowhere near done with tongue fucking you. It was after your fourth orgasm that he stopped, only for a minute to bite your folds gently and look at the mess he created.

You were going to stand up, or at least raise yourself from his mouth to allow yourself to calm down from the immense pleasure seeping through your body leading to Kirishima tightening the grip around your legs.

„Just a little more princess, you can take it,“ another few kisses were planted on your inner thighs. „It’s so much,“ you breathed, your body still shaking. „I know, but it’s your birthday. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t fuck you properly, huh?“

And while the thought of overstimulating you so much you would cry and beg for him to stop sounded absolutely ravishing, he knew he had to wait a little longer. The last thing he wanted you to do was to cry on your birthday, again.

Only when he started tugging on his hair harshly did he realize how strong he was holding you down and he was sure there will be bruises the next day. By the way, you were moaning his name you didn’t mind though, so he raised his hands up slightly just to come back down with a loud smack. Another one. And another one. If he is going to die because you squeezed his head he would die doing what he loved. Eijiro could feel how close you were again and considering he was going to pound into you with as much of him as you could take a bit of stretching would be the second-best preparation.

One, then two fingers slipped inside you easily, your juices coating his fingers, clenching around them while he stretched you open as good as he could. Tilting over to the front when your fifth orgasm of the night hit you let him loosen his hold over you, pulling you into his lap once again.

„You did so well, I’m proud of you,“ soft strokes over your back helped you calm down, the stars in front of your eyes slowly disappearing „Had enough?“ He asked you, thumb going over the red spots he had left behind. „No please, I want more,“ to prove your point you went back on your knees and kissing him deeply. His tongue in your mouth allowed you to taste yourself on him whilst your hand pulled his thick cock from his sweatpants. Pre-cum made the angry, redhead glister in the soft light falling from the hanging lamp above you.

Pushing against him slightly signaled him to lay down and he did, watching you as your upper body rose up. You looked so beautiful on top of him, letting him see you in your full glory and he wished this moment would last forever so he won’t miss a single detail about you. Your eyes were fixated on his meat that was between your hands and in a way you looked love drunk, just only for his dick.

Positioning yourself over him, your hands guiding his tip along your folds. He kept you steady by holding your waist because your legs were still weak while pushing yourself down, feeling every inch entering your throbbing cunt.

„There you go princess, just like that,“ it took everything inside of him to buckle up and push the rest into you, but he knew he can’t do that for the first time between the two of you.

Halting for a few seconds when you had him balls deep in you allowed you to take a shaky breath. It felt like his dick specially designed just for you, his length hitting all the right spots, his thickness filling you up in the best way possible.

„Everything okay?“ Kiri asked, drawing circles on your hips. „Yeah, you’re just so big,“ the moment you started riding him, moans slipping out of your mouth with no break in between was the moment he lost himself.

Pulling you down to him, both hands across your back, and in the very second putting his feet to the ground allowed him to push into you over and over again with his full length. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your moans and screams, provocations and his name echoed from the walls. It only fueled him more.

Nails dug into his flesh, leaving marks all over his body in an attempt to not lose yourself completely while waves of pleasure crashed through you.

„You’re doing so good baby, I’m proud of you. Taking me so well,“ every once in a while he would moan as well, the feeling you clench around him, close to your next orgasm. Delivering a smack to your ass sent you over the edge, having you dig your nails even deeper, leading to him going harder. Kirishima could feel himself getting closer to his own release as well, but he wanted you to come one more time.

„Look at me, I want you to look in my eyes while you cum,“ you turned your face to the side, noses touching. You couldn't look straight anymore, eyes droopy as puffy, spit-covered lips fell open as yet another moan slipped past them. „You like this don’t you? Of course, you do,“ he grunted, spanking you again. Angling his thrusts slightly different made you almost blackout as he hit a certain spot over and over again. „One more okay? I know you can take it“ A feeling you had never felt before started forming in the pit of your stomach as stars blurred your vision almost completely.

Your scream was swallowed by his lips on yours, his hips snapping up every second, chasing his own orgasm. And when he saw you laying on top of him with a light film of sweat, eyes slightly watery, mouth agape, and messy hair he came painting your insides white. Sloppy strokes stopped and you could feel his lips on your forehead, then your lips. They weren’t as lustful anymore, not as harsh and demanding, rather soft and sweet as if you were a delicate flower. Such a contrast within nothing more but a minute.

„You did amazing,“ he whispered, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. „How about I carry you upstairs, hm? Shower and eat some of the cake as breakfast?“ All you could do was nod your head, feeling his strong arms underneath you to pick you up. „I was right,“ you mumbled with your head on his shoulder. A red door swung open, revealing a small hallway and lift to put a code in. Waiting for the elevator to open he looked down at you, asking what you were right about. „This was the best night I ever had,“ a small, exhausted smile made its way to your face. „If you’re not too bruised in the morning just wait till round two,“ he mumbled against your forehead, feeling your arms tighten around his neck.

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