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Better than nothing
Summary: You and Castiel work together to help make Deans birthday cake.
Word count: 1.1k
A/n: Not my favorite but I just needed something to work on. ENJOY :)
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“So how do we do this?” Cas asked, the dough laid out flatly on the counter, three eggs rested on top of the mushy substance.
Glancing over your shoulder from the mixing batter, you checked to see if the angel was correctly following your instructions. “Cassie, when you fold the eggs into the dough, you have to crack them.”
Cas furrowed his brows, facing the counter in front of him once more. “But, I don’t understand, you said we had to fold the eggs inside, you said nothing about cracking the eggs open.”
“Yes, I did tell you that, but we can’t eat eggshells, Cas.”
“Why not? Eggs are full of protein and nutrients for the human body.” He told you, slowly cracking each egg into the dough.
You let out a sigh, wondering how your life had come to you teaching an angel of the Lord how to make a hand made birthday cake. “Cassie.” You mumbled, setting down your mixing bowl and making your way to the angel. “The chicken and the yolk have the protein, the shell just protects them.”
Cas let out a quiet hum, watching the way the yolk broke up into the sticky dough. Mixing into the other ingredients slowly, his hands continued to stick to the batter. “When would I know to stop mixing?” He asked, blue eyes meeting yours as he continued to mix.
“When you can’t see the eggs by themselves anymore.”
He nodded slowly, hands kneading the dough until the eggs were deeply embedded into the batter. “What do we do with it now?”
“Now,” you began, quickly bringing over a pan to hold the cakes structure. “We place the dough in the pan, and let it bake for ‘bout thirty minutes.”
Cas lightly picked up the dough, placing it in the pan you held out for him. After that you placed it in the preheated oven, gently closing the door before setting the over timer. “What do we do while it’s baking?” He asked you, wiping his hands on his trench coat, any of the dough that stuck to his hands coming off on the poor jacket.
“Well,” you began, making your way back to the mixing bowl, the whisk sitting upright in the homemade frosting. “I need to add the finishing touches to the frosting, but we do need to clean up the kitchen before the boys come back.”
“Right.” Cas muttered, picking up all the empty measuring cup that was laying around and placing them in the sink. “Would we also need to sweep up the flour on the floor?”
“Yes, Cassie, that would be just fine.”
As Cas cleaned the kitchen, you finished up the icing, placing it onto the countertop and helping out the angel with washing the dishes as he sweeps.
Ding
“Y/n, I think the cake is done baking.” Cas told you bluntly, crouching down to sweep his dust pile into the dust pan.
“I think your right, Cas.” You told him, wiping your wet hands onto a nearby rag as you went to retrieve the finished cake.
The heat from the oven graced your face, the top layer of the cake a nice and warm bronze. “Perfect.” You hummed to yourself, using the rag to take the hot metal pan from the oven.
“Hey, Cas?” You asked the angel, placing the pan on the counter to cool down. “Do you wanna swap? Me clean the rest and you ice the cake.”
Cas gave you a quick nod, swapping places with him, you watch out of the corner of your eye as the angel spread the blue icing across the now cooled down cake. Bits of the cake coming up with the small spatula he was using, an annoyed expression playing on his face the longer he tried to get the icing to stick.
“Do you think Dean will like this?” He asked placing the spatula down and admiring yours and his work. “Because it looks a little…”
You walked over to his side, the rag you’d been using tossed over your shoulder as you looked over the cake. It was a dark blue, slight holes from where the icing wouldn’t fully cover the it, it also leaned on its right side. Though it shouldn’t since it was baked in a straight circle pan.
“Funky looking?” You finished for him, both your and the angels head cocked to the side as you took in the celebratory dessert.
The sound of doors opening suddenly caught your attention, “We’re back!” Sam called from the top of the stairwell, Dean behind him as he tried to look for any form of surprises for his birthday.
“We’re in the kitchen!” You called back, placing one or two more dishes in the sink before you were met with the sight of the two Winchester boys.
“Happy birthday.” You and Cas told Dean, bodies hiding the jacked up cake from the older man. “Why don’t you sit at the table and we will get started?”
Dean gave you and Cas a quick thank you before following your instructions, Sam made his way over to you. A shopping bag held tightly in both hands. He stopped momentarily in front of the cake, placing the bags onto the counter before facing you completely.
“I thought you said, you and Cas were gonna make a pie?” Sam whispered to you, eyeing the lop-sided cake with curiosity.
“We were,” you whispered back, placing a couple of candles on the cake. “But then we realized half way through that we didn’t know how to make a pie.”
Sam hummed at that, leaning over the counter as he slowly lifted the cake up and towards the table. “And clearly the cake looked a whole lot better than the pie.”
“Better than nothing.”
Making your way to the kitchen table, you placed a small party hat on Deans head. Ruffling his hair briefly before taking a seat, Cas and Sam joining you after lighting the cake.
“Well isn’t that a pretty cake.” Dean joked, swiping a bit of icing onto his finger and in his mouth. “Delicious too.”
“Yeah, well, it was either this or a box of Mac and cheese we’d be singing you happy birthday to.” You told him, swatting his hand back as he tries to get another taste.
“It’s perfect.” He told you, giving a quick thanks to each of you as you all started to sing happy birthday to the older man.
This is what he needed for his birthday, not a big party with some random people he barley knew. No, instead for his birthday he got a cake that was made by the people he loves and a day out with his brother, as Dean just pointed and said he wanted ‘this or that’ for his birthday.
It was truly a day he would remember, for the rest of his life. How ever long or short that may be.
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just thought of something random — shower thoughts. So, you know how even if you score 0 on twistunes it still counts as “clearing it”? Imagine you doing that with a self aware au. to make it funny, how about riddle, Vil, and Sebek
Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, self-destructive behavior, violence, abusive behavior, unhealthy lifestyle, murder, religion, obsessive themes
Riddle Rosehearts/Vil Schoenheit/Sebek Zigvolt-Scoring 0 whilst playing Twistunes
Here you are, our (perhaps) determined twistunes player, usually (or maybe not) trying your best
And that is fine and dandy and lalala happy happy
The TWST cast, however, doesn't see the twistunes as rhythm mini games though
For them, you are guiding them in some sort of task, not hearing the huge orchestra that appeared out of nowhere
There is always your guiding hand, reassuring that things go right even when a certain feline (*cough* not looking at you Grim*cough*) decides to act all high and mighty
Until, one day, there you are not helping anymore
Another splendid day to do your most splendid bidding... in the form of baking a cake
Yeah, I know, what daunting task you have layed upon him!
But he know he doesn't need to worry. After all, you are there to help him (not like his magic could do that for him in one second I mean come on there has to be a spell to crack some eggs and spill some milk ISN'T SLEEPING BEAUTY CANON OVER THERE??!)
He picks up the whisk... and nothing
Ok... maybe you just weren't looking! So he puts it down and then picks it up again
Nothing… Aren't you funny! Messing with him like that… (No pls help he is dying on the inside has he broken a rule? He followed rule 199 perfectly, wear blue if you need to whisk eggs)
One second later and he is panicking
This is a test, right?
If you could look through the coding on the other side you would see a panicking riddle who is this close to setting the kitchen on fire
At least that is the case until Trey finally steps in and decides to help his childhood friend out
After everything is finally over, Riddle is panicking
He has lost your favor, you didn't help him with this mighty task: shoving dough into an oven
Riddle will without any question learn how to bake cakes
Heartslabyul will eat salty snacks after dinner for a while but ok, unlike other things Riddle has done in your name this is rather tame
That does not mean he is kind to himself though
He will deprive himself of anything that makes him happy. Whether that is cake or his precious time with his friends
Sooner than later he is once more the red tyrant on his throne, “chopping” heads off all the time once more.
But everything but imperfection for you
Vil was just practicing dancing for that competition again
He took great pride in being guided by you
After all, who could say they were being taught dancing by the personification of perfection itself? (Although he was surprised that you knew modern dances, most of the time you were pictured in more traditional and old-fashioned settings)
Until suddenly you didn't guide him anymore
And thus, the floor and Vils face became very good acquaintances (You could hear Rook screaming from somewhere "Pas le visage!")
On that day Vil learned that your guidance had one up and downside
The up was, he always danced perfectly. The down, he forgot how to do it on his own
Now, we are talking about mister I-have-at-least-500-Thaumarks-on-my-face-in-makeup
So of course he is going overboard immediately
"Oh how nice, Vil Schoenheit is practicing"- No. This guy has gotten a warning from his doctor that he needs to stop because otherwise his legs could sustain damage from so much training
Epel? Well Epel is living in hell right now. Poor little apple gets the full brunt of his frustration
Overall, Vil gets toxic, and I don't mean just toxic but toxic toxic, but what about his more private life?
Well, he is just miserable, and horrible to himself, but most of all miserable
He turns back to his self before his overblot, being unnervingly perfect, having absolutely no chill when it's about being his best self
But there has to be a reason why you have abandoned him. You are his muse, the reason why he forced Epel into a routine that can only be described with "uh... help?"
But enough excuses! He had his salad and now he needs to train. His doctor? Well his doctor doesn't want to achieve being close to you so what does he know
(He got send into the hospital with a broken leg later that day. Talk about self-destructive behavior)
(ouch, my ears)
Let's assume that Sebek gets a twistune in which he practices his skills with the sword
He thought you were proud of him, you helping him to become stronger so he could fulfill your bidding (well-seasoned yandere readers what I mean)
Then, he felt your guidance slipping like the sword now sticking dangerously close to his foot in the ground
Many screams, one description: panic
When Lilia heard the not so crocodile-y crocodile scream bloody murder on the outside he thought that someone just didn't speak fondly enough for Sebek about Malleus
So wannabe Batman was more than surprised when he learned that you just “abandoned” his student
This leads to now, Sebek sitting in front of the small altar he has in his room (a trademark of Valley of Roses students)
Seek isn't Malleus (I know, shockers) so there isn't gold
But what if there is something different he can offer you? You left him when he was using his sword so could you want… (No Sebek, no, stop it)
Suddenly disappearances happen all over the school
Weirdly, they seem mostly from Sunset Savanna or the Shaftlands… the two places where you are least seen as an alrighty ruler/God and more as an inspiration
Such a shame that the officer hired to look into this was also from the Shaftlands. Guess that adds to the pile of disappearances
All whilst this is happening Sebek is busy cleaning his clothing and sword. Can't be dirty when he prays to you
With hope in his voice he tells you about his deeds but why aren't you coming back? Is it not enough? It's not.. enough…
This world is filthy, he says. This world needs to be cleaned of the pests that don't show you the loyalty and respect, he says.
But what do you say? Exactly. Nothing.
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16 behind the lens — chat going crazy !
scaramouche x g!n reader
˗��ˋ scara point of view ´ˎ˗
“Welcome everyone,” Scara greeted as he pulled up the game lobby, and as usual, he was the only one ready, “Why are all these fuckers late?”
“Let’s all agree not to snitch on me this time,” he mutters, “Last time you guys snuck into Albedo’s chat and told him to vote for me,” he continues as he adjusts his camera. He’d put more effort into his outfit that day for a certain someone, causing him to start later than usual.
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A small smile crept onto his face at the mention of y/n, much to his dismay, which didn’t go unnoticed by the chat.
“Don’t embarrass me tonight. They said they’re watching this stream,” he grumbles, stifling his emotions as he busies himself with decorating his character, “Also, it’s none of your goddamn business.”
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HE'S BLUSHING CAUGHT IN 4K
“Everyone here?” Tighnari calls out. They were all streaming from their respective rooms in the house.
“Guys, should I leave the cheese hat on or not?” Childe asks instead of answering, his voice in Scara’s ear as he ran around the lobby.
“Just start it,” Heizou says, and Scara could hear the smug grin on his face, “You guys are going to lose anyway.”
“Play nice, Heizou,” Kazuha reprimands as the game starts to load.
“You know he’s ruthless,” Star answers, and Scara gets a tight feeling in his stomach. It’s been a year since he’s heard Star’s voice properly, but instead of how it usually unsettled him it felt oddly familiar. Perhaps he was tired.
“Shut up,” Scara remarks, ridding himself of those thoughts.
“Make me,” Star easily responds, which makes Scara pause and everyone else crack up.
“The fuck,” he mutters, “Y/N isn’t going to like that.”
“Get ready to listen to them fight the entire game,” Venti sings.
“Everyone mute until voting,” Tighnari instructs as the game loads.
“I swear to the archons if I’m imposters with Childe again I’m killing myself,” Scara complains as he mutes himself from the main chat, knowing Childe would start defending himself if he heard Scara’s comment, “He’s always been shit at lying. One time he ate the cake I baked for Y/N and lied to me about it with frosting smeared on his cheeks.”
The screen on his computer loads and instantly his chat is flooded with laughter as he and Star’s characters appear under the screen as the imposters for that round.
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THEY ARE NOT GONNA GET ANYTHING DONE LMAO
“I take it back, I’d rather have Childe,” he mutters, joining a private call with Star.
“Hey partner,” Star calls out, laughing in his ear. It tickled his nerves.
“Shut up,” he says on instinct, “Do not be the cause of my first loss.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Star chuckles as they load in, “Who should we kill first?”
Scara trails behind Venti in the game, “Wait until two of them are together so we can double kill,” he offers, pretending to do tasks beside the blue character.
“I think Heizou saw me vent,” Star confesses.
“It’s been two minutes why are you this dumb?” Scara sighs as a meeting is called as expected and they all join the main chat.
Much to his surprise, Star defends themself with ease.
“I’m pretty sure Heizou vented in front of me,” Star falsely accuses, “I can’t be for sure though but he got there pretty quickly when my back was turned.”
“YOU BITCH!” Heizou yells into the mic, “You know damn well—”
“Babe,” Kazuha hums, “Deep breaths.”
“The fucking audacity,” he continues, “You’re the one who vented right in front of me!”
“Let’s just end the meeting, Heizou is trying too hard,” Scara interrupts.
“If this happens again we should vote out Heizou,” Tighnari says as the game resumes.
“I hate you all,” Heizou huffs as they all go on mute once again.
“I’m going to kill Venti,” Star says in his ear.
“Why don’t we sabotage first and double kill?”
“But he’s literally right in front of me, I’ll let Heizou find the body,” Star adds.
“Alright,” Scara muses, tailing behind Heizou, “I’ll do tasks with him.”
He follows Heizou into the Medbay, where as expected, was Venti’s dead body.
They both join the main call and are immediately hit with accusations. None against them though.
“WHO KILLED MY VENTI,” Aether cried out.
“It can’t be Scara since he was with me,” Heizou thinks out loud, “Childe has been real silent.”
“That’s because I cannot figure out how to do shit in this game,” his best friend whines, “I would never kill Venti.”
“Can anyone back up Heizou’s location?” Star questions.
“He wasn’t with me, he’s lying,” Scara answers, his lie garnering a gasp from Heizou.
“I swear to the archons above if you guys believe him,” Heizou starts, getting riled up.
“I’m with Scara on this one,” Tighnari hums.
“No, don’t do this. Kazuha please,” Heizou wails, “You guys are making a mistake!”
“I’ll vote for Childe,” Kazuha softly laughs, not able to rid of his fondness for the other male even during a game.
“Simp,” Aether comments, “I’ll avenge you Venti.”
They all place their votes, and apart from Heizou and Kazuha, it’s unanimous.
Heizou gets voted out.
“Why did we slay that,” Star comments, their giggles ringing in his ear once the two of them are back into their private call. He shakes the light feeling that it fills him with. Absurd.
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not him gaslighting
“I’ll admit we worked well together,” Scara hums, distracting himself from having Star directly in his ear by walking around the game’s floor plan.
“Why can’t you just admit we make a good pair?” Star asks, taunting him and following behind him.
“We don’t,” he sighs.
“We would make a great pair!”
“Mute yourself I’m sick of your voice,” he grumbles.
“You’re in your denial stage.”
“Enough, Y/N is watching.”
“You talk about them often,” Star muses.
“Jealous of my love life?” Scara smirks as they pull off a sabotage.
“Nothing to be jealous of,” Star huffs.
“You’re not slick.”
“I just think me and you fit better.”
“Is that the hill you want to die on? Because I can make that happen.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Star retaliates as they both walk into a room with Aether and Childe in it. Aether doing his tasks and Childe attempting to.
Words go unsaid as they silently agree to go through with a double kill, easily slicing their friends. A discussion wasn’t needed to know they should self-report. They worked too well together, it made his stomach churn.
“I literally saw Kazuha go in for the kill,” Star says as soon as the call loads, “I’m betting it’s him.”
“How could you accuse me of such a thing?” Kazuha muses and Scara can hear the smirk on his lips, “It was obviously you.”
“Well, there were two bodies so it’s Kazuha and someone else,” Tighnari comments.
“Unless he killed one then let the cooldown run and killed the other after,” Star thinks aloud, “We all know Childe still doesn’t know how the game works.”
“See, now you’re thinking too highly of me,” Kazuha laughs, “I can’t pull that off.”
“You didn’t because we’re going to vote you off,” Scara replies.
“Guys,” Kazuha starts, and it’s like Scaramouche can hear his pout, “This isn’t fair!”
“Life isn’t fair,” Tighnari says as he puts his vote in.
The victory screen loads in and Star cheers in his ear.
“We did pretty well, didn’t we?” Star asks, eager for his approval.
“I guess we did, good job,” he muses, hoping Y/N stayed until the end to see him annihilate the others.
“Scara complimenting me?” Star sarcastically gasps, “A dream come true.”
“It’s more of a nightmare.”
“Are you insinuating you think of me while you sleep?” Star says, their voice in a low murmur in his ear. Scara finds himself swallowing and his cheeks growing warm.
“Stop being a perv,” he manages to croak out, joining the main call so he wouldn’t have to be stuck alone with Star for longer than he had to. He wasn’t flustered, just annoyed.
“I TOLD YOU GUYS,” Heizou shrieks as soon as everyone loads into the main voice call.
“I believed you,” Kazuha answers, a soft laugh escaping his lips.
“I’m so sorry, Venti,” Aether calls out, “I couldn’t avenge you bestie.”
“It’s alright, you served well,” Venti solemnly says.
“Can we go again I think I figured out the controls this time,” Childe ponders.
“I’m killing myself for getting duped by the duo who despise one another,” Tighnari sulks.
Scaramouche tunes them out as he gives his attention to his chat, which consists of them all complimenting his and Star’s skills. He tears his eyes away from it, calling back on all the out-of-character comments they made throughout the stream.
In response he opens up a new tab and pulls up Star’s stream, listening to how they were praising his skills. He hastily exits it.
“Let’s do another round,” Aether huffs, determined as a new game loads in.
Scaramouche exits his zoned-out state and gets back into his streamer personality, masking the incoming fleet of emotions.
He couldn’t help but steal a glance at his phone every now and then, expecting a certain someone to get his mind off everything.
No new notifications…
behind the lens !
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hope u guys liked the scara pov 🤭
ik u can have ten ppl in among us but i was too lazy to edit all that and realized too late so 🤷
lmk if u see urself in the twitch chat HAHA
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guys my among us knowledge is limited it has been years so dont come for me if i got shit wrong
author’s notes — BRO THESE EDITS TOOK FOREVER YALL DONT EVEN KNOW I DID EVERYTHING FROM SCRATCH INCLUDING THE CHARACTERS SO PLS LOOK AT THEM 😇 was rlly fun tho i was looking forward to editing this chapter the most
synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?
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HIIII<3 your biggest fan here! I would like to ask if you could bless us with more possessive and obsessive Levi where he hunts us down the street and….you knooooow~ please cherie I l‘m your biggest fan. Just 🤏🏻this much and I will start writing fanfics about Levi with your inspiration 👁️🫦👁️
Little Bunny
Levi x fem!reader
Vampire AU, fluff, romance, couple, obsessive Levi, possessive Levi, chasing, playful, suggestive act, suggestive words.
You're in a passionate relationship with your vampire lover, Levi. Levi likes to keep you right at his side, but you decide to go out to shop for some food. Levi realises you're not with him and he hunts you down in the street.
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Slipping out of your lover's arms was done so quietly and carefully because you knew if he woke up, he would have yanked you back into bed and held you so tightly. When you slipped out of his arms, you changed into something cute and left him a note about you going out to get some food.
Levi was a pure-blooded vampire, so the sun was not concerning to him but he tended to stick to being more active at night because other vampires were and he did business with them. The sun was setting so Levi would be up and active very soon, but you just wanted to go out for a bit.
You went into the first shop and browsed a nice selection of delicious noodles. You paid for a few along with some snacks and left ready to go to a dessert shop that sold food for vampires. Even though vampires didn't eat food and gained nothing from food, they could have it if the food contained blood and other things that vampires could benefit from.
You eyed the cakes and saw some perfect ones for your man. You selected a few baked treats and paid for everything before leaving. As soon as you got outside you felt a tingle run through you, you were being watched by your lover. You didn't know where he was, you just knew he was watching you closely.
You backed up a little then started running back to the apartment. You glanced back to see Levi sprint after you. You turned a corner and let out a delighted squeal when you saw Levi was right in front of you. You backed up a little before running off again.
Levi released a deep growl. "Little bunny, come back." He sang his last words to you.
Since Levi met you and started dating you, you have become his whole world. He was simply obsessed with you and worshipped the ground you walked on. He was from a renowned pure-blood family, so protecting you from others was his priority. Plus, you were so cute, sexy, delicious and adorable that he wanted to keep you close.
He sprinted after you and caught up so easily, you were still human so this was nothing. This was just a fun game for him that he could play all night long and once he got his hands on you, he was going to play you like the pretty toy you were. Of course, he was going to give you a bit of punishment because he needed you to know you were a naughty bunny and that you were his.
As soon as you turned another corner he was in front of you again. You backed up and squeaked. You turned to run again and ended up slamming into a thick and beautiful chest. Your breath left you as you gazed up at your dashing lover, his eyes had a devilish gleam to them that told you he was going to devour you.
With each step he took towards you, you took another away from him. There was something so thrilling about being hunted by your vampire lover, it was like you were the prey and he was a hungry beast that wanted all of you. You were aware that Levi was possessive and obsessive with you, but it was normal for vampires to be that way with human lovers. To you, he was just very passionate and the love he gave you truly took your breath away.
Levi noticed your foot shift a bit, you were going to run once more and he was done. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed your upper arm and pressed your body firmly against the wall as he towered over you. “Tsk tsk, little bunny trying to hop off again.” He smirked causing him to flash his fangs at you. “Naughty.”
The tingling was worse now, you were fully electrified with desire. “I was just getting something for us to eat.”
He gripped your neck making you gasp. “You ran away from me.”
You purred at him. “You loved the chase.”
He tilted your head to the side as he ran his lips slowly up your neck to your ear. “So, my little bunny is into roleplaying as a prey, huh?”
You shivered and dropped your bags to grip his shirt. “Yes.”
He opened his mouth and dragged his fangs over your skin. “I should punish you.”
“You should. I’m ready for anything.”
He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “You talk too much for a naughty girl.”
You giggled. “I think I talk the right amount.”
He curled his finger, pushed his knuckle between your teeth and leaned closer to your lips. “I set the pace, little bunny. You ran away from my loving arms, from my love, from my care, from me.” He pushed his finger into your mouth and pressed your tongue down. “I should tie you up in a pretty bow and lock the door.” He growled. “You look so divine tied up.”
You sucked on his finger and hummed in happiness. You nipped a little and enjoyed the smile on his face. As soon as he pulled his finger from your mouth you kissed him. “Take me home.”
He bit your bottom lip. “Demanding things from me now, hmm?”
You gave him your best innocent look. “Don’t you want me?”
He pressed his pelvis against yours as he growled. “I don’t want you. I need you.” He picked you up and swiped up your bags. “You need to be reminded how much you are mine.”
You gasped as air rushed by, you could never get used to how fast vampires could move. A squeal escaped you when you were thrown onto the bed. You wiggled a bit on the huge bed and looked up at your lover. “Levi.”
He crawled up the bed towards you before gripping your wrists and slamming them against the bed on either side of your head. “Now, where do I start with you?” He eyed your body. “So many ideas.” He chuckled as he ran his hands down your body before ripping your dress wide open and stared at your bra. “Mm, delicious.” He leaned down and dragged his tongue up your body. “What a tasty little bunny you are.” He looked up at you with dark hungry eyes that made you melt. “Safeword is tea.”
#levi ackerman#levi#aot levi#snk levi#aot fanfiction#levi x y/n#fanfic#levi fanfiction#levi x reader#levi x you#levi aot#levi attack on titan#levi ackerman x female reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x you#levi ackerman x y/n#levi x yn#jelly fanfics
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SR Jack Howl - Apprentice Chef Vignette
"Master Chef"
[Kitchen]
Master Chef ― Jack Version ~Let's Make Macaron 1~
Ghost Chef: Alright, so let's get started on making macarons. Are you ready, Jack-kun?
Jack: Yessir! Ready to go!
Ghost Chef: First, we make the meringue. Chilled egg whites give a more consistent foam, you see. We'll want to work quickly.
Jack: Right. Do I use the eggshells to separate the egg whites from the yolk? I see that done on TV a lot.
Ghost Chef: That's one way to do it, but… This time we'll just crack the eggs into a bowl and remove the yolk with a ladle, just to be safe.
Ghost Chef: If the yolk mixes in with the egg whites, then the meringue won't be able to foam up. Do your best to not break the yolk sac.
Jack: Can't break them… right. So I gotta work fast and delicately.
[tap, tap… crack]
Jack: Nice, a clean break. Next, I'll use the ladle and pull out the egg yolk into a different bowl…
Jack: …
Ghost Chef: Wh-What a scary face… But that just shows how much he's trying to focus. I'll just stay silent watch over him.
Jack: Whew… Somehow I got the yolk out without breaking it. Next I just have to turn the egg whites into foam, right?
Ghost Chef: Yup. Be careful, though, because if you don't get it foamy enough, the batter won't puff up properly when you bake it.
Jack: If it doesn't puff up, then it won't make that little round shape… So this is super important to take care of.
Ghost Chef: Correct! Alright then, use that whisk and whip it up good. Make sure to add granulated sugar as needed, too.
Jack: …It's really starting to get some stiff peaks. Chef, is this good enough for the meringue?
Ghost Chef: Yup, looks perfect for making macarons. Next, we'll start the macaronage process.
Jack: Macronage? That's the first time I've ever heard that word…
Ghost Chef: We'll sieve the ground almonds and powdered sugar together into the meringue, while folding in the peaks.
Jack: We're just gonna destroy the foam after going through all that whisking? Making pastries is weird…
Ghost Chef: If we were making something soft like a cake, then we wouldn't ruin the foam.
Jack: Oh, I see, it depends on what's being made.
Ghost Chef: That being said, I'm not saying we're going to completely ruin it, so be a little gentle. Next, add in about a third of the flour.
Jack: So, to fold in the foam… I guess the best way would be to mix it from the outside in.
Jack: I have to watch my strength, too… Urgh, this really take a lot of focus… But I think the meringue is slowly stiffening up.
Ghost Chef: You're doing great. Now add in the rest of the flour until the batter can stretch out into ribbons.
Jack: Got it. Carefully… Carefully… Don't put too much strength into it…
Jack: Whenever I pull up on the batter, it just falls in globs back into the bow. Guess it's not ready yet.
Jack: Just a little more… But I gotta make sure I don't overdo it…
Jack: …
Ghost Chef: Jack-kun has another scary look on his face… I guess he just gets a mean mug when he's focusing.
Jack: …Whew, I finally finished squeezing out the shells. They look about the same size.
Jack: Chef, we have to leave them to dry now, right?
Ghost Chef: Yup. You looked like you were really working hard there… Are you tired at all?
Jack: This is nothing. I'm always working out, so.
[Kitchen]
Master Chef ― Jack Version ~Let's Make Macaron 2~
Jack: Great, the white chocolate ganache is done too. Now I just gotta wait for the shells to finish baking.
Ghost Chef: You wanted to take this class so you could make meals that would help with your training regimen, right?
Ghost Chef: Was it disappointing to learn it was going to be a sweets-making program this time around?
Jack: …Honestly, it was.
Jack: But that didn't mean I was going to slack in any class I choose to take.
Jack: And I bet once I learn how to make other kinds of sweets, it'll come in handy for all sorts of things…
Jack: Nothing's lost by learning stuff. Since I signed up for this, I'm going to throw my all into it.
Ghost Chef: You're such a diligent kid… Just from the way you carry yourself, I know you'll take this class seriously!
Ghost Chef: Oh, you know. We have some time, so why don't I teach you some recipes of sweets with protein in them?
Jack: Really? I'd really appreciate that!
Jack: Looks like the macaron shells are done baking. I sure hope they came out good…
Jack: …Most of them all have cracks running through them. What went wrong?
Ghost Chef: It could have been any number of things; maybe the meringue wasn't whisked enough, or there wasn't the right amount of macaronage, or the shells didn't dry long enough…
Ghost Chef: The amount of time the oven had preheated, as well as the temperature of the oven could have affected it as well.
Jack: There's really that many ways it could have gone wrong!?
Ghost Chef: Macarons are a pretty tricky pastry to make, you know. You just have to make them over and over again to learn how to make them right.
Jack: So failure's just a part of the experience, huh. I'll make sure I do it better next time.
Ghost Chef: That's the spirit! But first, we need to finish up this ordered batch.
Jack: Right. This one is too large because I gripped the piping bag too strong… This one just looks terrible.
Jack: Relative to the others, I think the only ones that were actually cooked through and we can use is this one… and this one?
Jack: So then I pipe the white chocolate ganache filling onto one of the shells…
Jack: And I take another macaron shell and sandwich the ganache…
Ghost Chef: Aah, there goes that intense look again!
[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]
Ace: Gah, you're telling me Jack made my order of macarons!?
Jack: You're telling me that Ace of all people is my judge? Looks like I got saddled with an annoying one.
Ace: Totally can't see you making macarons. That's super hilarious.
Jack: Tch, you think you're so funny. Here, have your macarons. Hurry and eat up.
Ace: Woah! These have so many cracks they're falling apart! Are they really macarons!?
Ace: Out of today's possible dishes, this was what I wanted the most, but… Did I make a mistake choosing this…?
Jack: Grr… The way he's saying it pisses me off, but I can't really deny how it looks…
Ace: Well, whatever, guess I'll eat it… Hm? Y'know, one of these actually looks okay.
Jack: Most of them were pretty well cracked… I tried to assemble the ones that still looked okay relative to the others.
Ace: Uh-huh. Then I guess I'll start with this one.
Ace: [chew, chew]… Hm? Oh? It's actually not bad.
Jack: Yeah, yeah… Wait, did you just say it's not bad?
Ace: The pastry is pretty crisp, and the cream sandwiched inside is pretty smooth… I mean, it tastes like I'd expect a macaron to taste, I guess?
Ace: I guess when it comes to this one, you're on the right track? Although you did have to go through way too many macarons to get one success.
Jack: You just gotta say it in an annoying way, huh… But that means I pass, right?
Ghost Chef: Good job. This is the result of all your hard work, Jack-kun!
Jack: Thanks, sir.
Ace: So what's with you looking all happy about that? I'm tellin' ya, only one of them is good.
Jack: I know. But I know what I need to do. I'll make better ones next time.
Jack: I'll definitely make some perfect macarons before I finish this Master Chef course!
Requested by @sakurakudo.
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omg! adding what the child between the reader and cookies would be was such a nice touch!!
If you wouldn't mind could you do the same premise with pure vanilla, clotted cream, caviar, red velvet, and madeleine cookie? 👉👈 thank you, you're the best! <3
Whew, that was quite the lot of proposals to go through! You didn’t know that many cookies wanted to bake and bring your child to the world!
“Indeed, but too much attention can make you stressful, Your Majesty. I’d hate if this crowding discourages you from managing the kingdom, I’ll reiterate that this kingdom needs a ruler like you for it to prosper!”
Oh Financier and her worrying, you reassured her that you were a-okay, you weren’t going anywhere. You managed this kingdom since the beginning, no way were you backing out now.
“It’s just..you’re my top priority, Y/N Cookie. Above all others. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you ever left this kingdom…”
Financier…
“Y/N Cookie, there you are!”
You turned to see Pure Vanilla approaching you with a warm smile, you then felt a darkening presence behind you, likely Financier staring down Pure Vanilla as a shadow covered her eyes. You turned and once again placed a hand on her shoulder, nodding to her with a reassuring smile. Financier gazes in your eyes for a second before sighing and giving you a smile on return, nodding her head too.
Hello, Pure Vanilla! What brings him to you today?
“I’ve wanted to give you these!”
Pure Vanilla reached behind him and revealed flowers to you.
“These flowers matched your glow, so I’d figured it was right that I gave them to you!”
Woah, Pure Vanilla…he didn’t have to!
“I just wanted to because you’re a really wonderful friend, Y/N Cookie! I’d give you anything after all that you’ve done for me and the cookies that live here. Anything at all…like a young one for example!”
You sighed with a knowing smile to yourself. Pure Vanilla, you sly weasel.
Y/N Cookie + Pure Vanilla Cookie = Vanilla Bean Cookie
He/Him
A literal bean, the combined benevolence of both cookies formed together when Vanilla Bean was baked, learning the wonders of magic in hopes of helping his fellow cookies in any way he can!
Woah, an Ancient Cookie wishing to be the parent to your child?! Pure Vanilla, are you sure there isn’t any cookie out there more worthy then y-
“Don’t say that about yourself, you’ve always been the most worthy to me! These roses, love and kindness, are how I feel about you! When I’ve heard the news, i believed it would the perfect opportunity to confess these feelings, Y/N Cookie!”
Really?
“Really really!”
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Financier wanted to reserve her judgment and keep herself from speaking her mind for your sake, but even the Ancients were wanting to participate in this competition that was brewing? It’s putting her on edge…
It only got worse as even Cookies of Darkness also look to get with you too, as Red Velvet Cookie attested to.
He had leapt out of a bush, with Chiffon on hand. Financier was ready to unsheathe her sword to defend against the evil cookie, but was halted you, letting her know that Red Velvet meant no harm, quite the opposite in fact if you were guessing correctly.
Of course, he too wished to be the one to share a child with you. A friend to all desserts was an admirable trait of yours and he wasn’t lying when he says he’s been thinking on this for a long while now!
“The cookie created between you and me will be the one to lead all desserts across the land!”
Y/N Cookie + Red Velvet Cookie = Crimson Cake Cookie
He/Him
A bonafide beastmaster, just a simple glance will have all sorts of critters join Crimson Cake’s side!This does leave him unpopular amongst properties that have a no pet rule though.
You were about to answer him when Financier held your hand and whisked you away from the cookie, causing him to follow after the two of you, clearly getting angered by Financier interrupting you.
You sighed as you stood by the sidelines, watching the two cookies devolve into arguing for a few minutes.
If the word was really out, then it’s only to get more annoying for Financier down the line.
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Knight Commander Madeleine Cookie. Oh god, Financier could feel her face darken as Madeleine happily approached you with his proposal for a child, of course he had heard about the rumors going around the kingdom. Financier has her personal gripes with Madeleine, but ultimately kept it at a polite level.
Him wanting your child? Forgive her if she lets out a snarky remark or two. Madeleine wasn’t a terrible cookie, but..you could do so much more then…that.
“I wish to have a child with a cookie that I ultimately trust the most. The responsibility to create and take care of your child would be a honor and I will do nothing less but my very best to make sure they grow up to shine just as brightly as their parents!”
Y/N Cookie + Madeleine Cookie = Butter Cake Cookie
They/Them
Butter Cake wants to follow in their father’s footsteps into becoming a noble Paladin and they have your full support! Madeleine openly expresses joy for his child and isn’t afraid to show it!
Madeleine held your hand as he rambled on the joyous memories the both of you will have with your child if you grant him this wish!
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Financier didn’t have to scare him off like that.
You tell Financier as you two sat at a outside table by the Latte Cafe.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty. There’s just better options then Madeleine.”
“Y/N Cookie, I’ve been hearing about ya wanting a kiddo in your life. I’ve braved many ferocious seas in my life, but the turbulent path of parenthood ain’t no cake walk. I wish to travel that path with ya if you allow me.”
Y/N Cookie + Captain Caviar Cookie = Golden Egg Cookie
She/Her
Taking a different path from her dad, Golden Egg Cookie is a swashbuckling pirate. What she also took from you is your good nature, Golden Egg is incredibly merciful, only really resorting to severe attacks if given no other option. Prefers to just yoink stuff from cookies then hurt anyone.
Ok, Financier thought Elder Captain Caviar Cookie was definitely better then Madeleine, so this was good timing that he happened to come along.
“Not so fast, Captain Caviar Cookie. I mean no disrespect when saying this, but I’d believe that matters regarding Y/N Cookie are of the most importance to me, including the right to have their children.”
The Consul as well? Eugh, Financier sighed again. She should’ve anticipated this too. Every Cookie in the kingdom must be talking about the rumors, which meant a whole lot more where that came from.
Y/N Cookie + Clotted Cream Cookie = Sour Cream Cookie
She/Her
Sour Cream would be raised with the upmost care and love within House Custard. Custard Cookie could try to mold her into the Cookie most suitable to be in charge of the House when it’s her time, but Clotted would be incredibly against anything that would hurt his kid. Sour Cream will be the kind and responsible Cookie that he knows she can be.
#brittle answers#cookie run x reader#cookie run x you#cr x reader#crk x reader#cookie run kingdom x reader#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cr kingdom#pure vanilla cookie#red velvet cookie#clotted cream cookie#madeleine cookie#captain caviar cookie
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🖤⛓️🔞 | 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 4: 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭
cw: armin x dom?fem!reader, established relationship, oral sex (m & f receiving), jerk-off instructions, mutual masturbation, penetrative sex (piv), dick riding, food play, creampie, armin uses "miss" as a title for reader
a/n: we got it all today folks‼️ i'm actually really happy with this one and i hope you love it too okay toodles ✨
taglist: @callm3senpaii @i-literally-cant-with-this @la-undercover-latina @dilfkentolover @arlertdarling @arlertwitch @darkstarlight82 @hannas16 @millennialmagicalgirl @tomuraslut @ringsofsaturnnnn @softlilpeachxx @nigthmar3moon
the saccharine smell of vanilla buttercream hits your nose instantaneously as you walk into your home. you find your husband in the kitchen, standing only in an apron next to a freshly baked cake.
"happy anniversary, angel! what do you think?" he smirks, waving his hands up and down his otherwise naked body. his apron is covered in flour and cake batter, though your mind can't help but travel elsewhere at the thought of a cum-soaked apron.
"happy anniversary, honey. it smells amazing in here." you reply softly and wrap him in a loving embrace. your touch and scent alone is enough to get his blood flowing, but what really does it for him is the way your lips feel against his skin as you place a kiss on his neck. "and you look just as delicious as this cake." you whisper playfully.
the next few minutes you're lip locking and handsy with each other. his apron comes off with ease, revealing his erection underneath. you swipe your finger across the frosted cake and around his pre-cum covered tip. his eyes widen, slightly concerned and curious. his concern dissipates the moment he feels your warm mouth around his cock. you hum happily at the combined taste of him and the sweet frosting.
you rise and take his hand. "you're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you, armin?" you coo, coating his hand with a thin layer of vanilla frosting. he nods eagerly as you lower his hand to his cock. "now, touch yourself. i want to see your dick covered in a mess my spit, frosting, and your cum." you order. he begins to jerk himself off slowly as he watches you strip for him, the lewd sound of him fucking his creamy fist intensifies as you begin to sprawl out and touch yourself. "ah fuck–" he whines at the sight of your fingers on your clit. "i'm gonna cum–!" he cries out, spilling his seed into his hand.
"such a good boy, and messy too... but i'm not done with you yet." you crawl to him and suck the mess off his leaky, throbbing cock. "i'll let you recover but only until i'm about to cum, which probably won't be long. isn't that nice of me, sweet boy?" you taunt. "y-yes, thank you miss." he pants. "good... good boy. now, this pussy won't eat itself. get to work." you demand once more. he eagerly begins to lap and circle your clit. "mmm just like that. gonna make me cum so quickly baby." you moan, tugging on his hair lightly.
he fucks two fingers into your tight pussy as he laps hungrily at your clit, making your back arch and muscles tighten each time he hits the sweet spot in your cunt. "ah fuck–! 'm gonna cum!" you cry out and push his head away gently, panting. "i hope you're ready for another creamy mess on your cock." you smile and whisper, leading him to the couch. you push him down gently and order him to stroke his cock. once he's hard again, you lower your aching cunt onto him and ride him, bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts into you. it doesn't take long until both of you are overstimulated and cumming messes into and onto each other. you fall into him and ride out the high of your orgasms as you inhale the scent of vanilla and sex.
#📝 — mack wrote that#kinktober 2023#kinktober#armin arlert smut#armin x reader smut#armin arlert x reader smut#x reader smut#attack on titan smut#shingeki no kyojin smut#snk smut#aot smut#armin smut#armin x fem reader#armin x you
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look y'all don't ask how I got here but here we are
Sako Kota
He's easy to spot, tall, middle part, blonde hair that fades into black at the tips, late twenties, handsome.
He comes in every week, usually mid week, when it's dead and you're bored to tears. So it's not as if your eyes could wander anywhere else and he doesn't make it easy.
Sitting down in the same booth everytime, closer to the back, both the entrance and the exit behind the counter are best seen from his spot. Plus the advantage of watching through the giant window while being concealed by the tint that keeps the sun from baking you alive.
He dresses nicely, adorned in turtlenecks no matter the season, even now as the cicadas cry out of misery, begging the sun for relief, his throat is shielded by a thin fold of fabric. The sleeves are three quartered as he takes off his light long jacket and tucks it into his booth. Glancing at an expensive watch to check the time. It's the only glamorous thing about him, the rest of his clothes are always form fitting and simple, paired with well worn but unscuffed boots. As if he buffs and polishes them.
He's ordered his usual and the sweet of the week to go, even though he always sits inside. You're sure it's so no one will bother him when it's time to collect his dishes.
Today it is an early gray tea cake and his normal latte. One you could make with your eyes closed, regular milk steamed, regular milk foam, only one shot of espresso so it isn't too bitter and when you have it, three pumps of gomme syrup. You've noticed he prefers it over simple syrup. You wonder if the gum arabic really does make the drink silky smooth like your boss says. You've made his drink for yourself once or twice after he's left but you always felt weird about trying it as you stared into the bubbles of the foam. Felt almost creepy as you dump out your one daily free beverage over some guy you barely knew.
Maybe it was because you knew he never noticed you the way you did him.
Anytime you'd call his name he seemed to look right through you or worse, glare down his nose at you, eyes focused on the white container in your hands that held his sweet caffeinated nectar and the white box with his treat neatly wrapped up.
“Sako?” You call out almost as a question as if he weren't the only other living soul in the cafe aside from you while your lazy coworker hid away out back. His cake neatly packaged on colored paper to make the gray of the cake and white of the soft creme pop under the cellophane window. His drink in your palm as you reach out to hand it to him over the counter.
Rough calloused fingers brush over yours and stupidly you feel your heart race. Honey brown eyes like molten amber glaring down at you from the contact. Sticky is his gaze as he keeps eye contact and this time he isn't looking through you.
He's looking right at you.
His face neither softens nor sours, stays in that bitchy expression of disgust that you think he wears as a mask to shield away some other part of him. Still it stings, feels embarrassing to be under the weight of his scrutiny.
Mortifying as you pull your hand away and realize what you've done on his cup where you normally write a name.
You'd been day dreaming, thinking of the kanji in his name, “help” or “assistant” and “fox.” The idea of it made you giggle as you must have absent-mindedly drew a little chibi fox with a clipboard and glasses before the espresso machine whined for attention leaving you to forget all about your little drawing.
Cold sweat drips down your nape as you wait for your coworker to come back from his ages long smoke. Jittery as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other before he finally returned, shoving your way towards the back with nothing more than a hissed “restroom” in hopes you're out of sight before Sako can see your drawn stupidity that he may take for an insult. Rushing into the sweltering heat of the ally, groaning as you fist your apron and try to fight back tears you hadn't realized were welling behind long lashes.
Instead you miss his scoff as that heavy gaze cuts over the lines of black sharpie. The ink stark against the white paper cup that he turns slightly so he can see it better. The chibi fox in black and white, clipboard perched between its paws and round glasses sitting atop his smiling snout.
You'd even given the little fox a turtle neck, it makes his lips twitch upward.
It's a shame really, a damn shame that you missed how soft his face gets when he smiles.
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Everyone, I require your original six avengers headcannons. They can be sweet, they can be angsty, they can be gay, they can be platonic (i would prefer them sweet and platonic but really whatever floats your boat) but they must include the og six avengers
I shall begin
Some original six avengers headcanons-
Tony steals everyones clothes. Steve gets annoyed by it because ‘clothes are so goddamn expensive nowadays Stark!!! Stop stealing my shirts you have your own!” nat is amused by it but gets violent when Tony insists he should get to keep it because he ‘wears it better’ clint gets very good at wearing certain clothes to get tony to wear them and tries to see how insane he can get before tony stops taking his clothes, but so far tony has not let up. Thor sees it as amusing and offers him certain garments that go well together. Bruce sees it as an honor and likes being included so he specially buys nice clothes to entice tony to keep taking his
Steve cannot sleep until hes checked that everyone else is asleep or at least safe(if they're like not at the tower or smth), which is a little bit of a problem when he lives with Tony freaking Sleep is for the weak Stark, but it does also mean Steve forces tony to sleep more so thats a plus
Thor forgets his own strength sometimes and after the first shattered wall Tony reinforced everything for him, and thor got so excited that he can use his normal strength, except as a prank tony actually underenforced a wall and the look on thor's face when it broke in half after he lightly tapped it will forever be a meme with them
They have monthly meetings that are supposed to be like ‘mission report’ meetings but really its just a catch up and gossip session
Clint, nat, and tony have a ‘human club’ and they specifically exclude the other three because they are technically not humans, and its literally just them going to spas together or grabbing a drink as a unit, and its literally only still alive because its so fun to hear steve argue that “Im human!!!!” also, just to antagonize him further they admitted Bruce into the ‘club’ and steve almost broke a table in outrage. Bruce was amused, thor was cackling and steve was near tears.
None of them ask tony to improve or build something for them, they just put a prototype or blueprints or make very very not subtle hints until he is fully captivated by the idea and does it for them and then shoves the item/items/thing into their arms when hes done and tony knows hes being used but most of the time they are actually good ideas and he cant not build them plus he likes doing stuff for them
Nat taught all of them ballet
They play darts almost every night merely because clint is an absolute unit at it (of course) and tony is convinced every time that he’ll somehow beat him
They feel comfortable sharing their trauma with each other
Its a tradition at least once a year to get shawarma together no matter where they are they all get together to go to the same place every time
Clint is the only one in their group who actually knows how to cook so he cooks for them like once a month and then they attempt to bake him a cake or something but it usually ends with a last minute run to the store and the oven exploded (tony does succeed at making icing only to write on the store made cake “sorry we’re such a headache #human club 4ever”)
They are unironically all each others favorite heroes.
Tony made them all these indestructible wallets that are small and compact and they each individual printed out the same picture of the six of them and keep it in their wallets to look at when they're apart
The language joke died out among the other avengers but they still use it all the time. Even steve even though its aimed at him
When tony passes out after working himself into the ground he’s still tense and wound up even while asleep, unless one of the others is the one to find him and carry him to bed, then he relaxes.
They are all Morgans god fathers/mother
Clint did make nat his eldests godmother but tony and steve are his second oldests godfathers even though they didn't know he existed but now that they do they spoil him
Thor and bruce are nathaniel's godfathers
Steve is afraid of spiders. Imagine with that what you will.
Tony is afraid of cockroaches
Clint is afraid of clowns
Thor is afraid of cats
Natasha is not afraid of anything(yes she is- broccoli)
Steve got tony a box of cockroaches, tony put fake spiders in the fridge, clint gifted thor a cat for christmas, and they all dressed as clowns for a mission once
To mock thor tony once made everyone a cape but the god was actually psyched to see them wear capes too and honestly the capes were amazing because tony made them and clint still uses his sometimes
Clint is honestly the funniest in the group and will roast the shit out of all of them at the drop of a hat
He and tony once got into a yo mama contest that lasted two weeks(no clear winner but the others will claim the other won when one of them is pissing them off)
Steve will casually hold up his hand and steal mjolnir from thor just to be a little bitch
They each celebrate the others birthdays but they cant do it normally nah they have to go extra, especially for people outside the og six like- its visions birthday? Hey tony do you have some rocket boosters? Yeah? Okay clint talk to the news we’re gonna lift a city and have a massive party for vision on it, but no threat of a meteor this time.
#the avengers#tony stark#steve rogers#natasha romanoff#clint barton#bruce banner#thor odinson#besties#avengers#mcu
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Roaring Sea
I. Hermes
⋆。°✩ (childe x fem!reader)✩°。⋆
⋆。°✩ chapter summary: After an inexplicable rush, your second favorite customer comes in for the second day in a row.
⋆。°✩wc: 1.6k
⋆。°✩content warnings: none
⋆。°✩ series masterlist (there is a prologue before this part!!)
Your day began as most did. After waking and freshening up, you begin baking bright and early for the weekday ahead of you. For a relatively new business, you have a decent amount of customers each day, and with little to no negative feedback. It feels nice, especially since starting a business in the service industry was known to be very difficult.
However, today, you are slammed.
Everyone and their mother is visiting your bakery, the small building space was packed for what seemed like hours. You had to get your one employee, Ivan, in early to help out, because this sort of rush was not something you could tackle alone. People were lined up at the back of the door, and each booth and table were full. And when a table isn’t occupied, it's being cleaned for the next customer to take.
The room surrounds itself with a bright and warm ambiance with many conversations filling the air, and it's enjoyable, though it may be overwhelming as all hell. Ultimately, watching people enjoy your food and your space never fails to cap your heart with fulfillment, regardless of how stress-inducing it could get.
The oddest part of the rush is that you're having loads of Fatui agents visit your shop. You've served your fair share of Fatui before, but never at this caliber. Usually, they were aloof and curt. But today, you could almost say they were polite to you, most even tipped a few extra mora with their order. You were mulling over the phenomenon as the fifth pyro agent of the morning walked up to your counter.
“What can I get for you?” You smile up at a agent with his hood and mask covering his face.
“I need a slice of praga cake. Oh and a slice of apple cake, both to go?” He asks, his voice almost... timid.
“Of course, is that all you want?” You ask as you pack up his two slices of cake.
“No,” He exchanges his money for your goods, “Thank you ma’am.”
Once placing a generous tip on your counter, he briskly leaves the shop. That, much like many other interactions that day, left you in a stunned state. Not only had a Fatui agent called you ‘ma’am’ and left a large tip, but he seemed more nervous than their usual stoic demeanor.
After a while, the rush slowed, with fewer Fatui agents making their stay in your bakery. Must be time to do shady government business in the Tsaritsa’s name, you think. You begin cleaning up the dining area, picking up plates and glasses, as well as sweeping up excess crumbs on the ground.
“Ivan, could you please ice that cake?” You ask your employee as you return behind the counter, “I’ll let you off early when you’re done.”
“Yes ma’am,” The boy responds attentively as he turns around toward the baking counter. You observe him for a moment, observing how his talent surrounding baking has improved since he began working for you. Ivan came in begging for a job just a few short months ago as a way to make an extra buck during the weekend, and you remember not necessarily needing an extra hand at the bakery. But the teenage boy seemed like he needed the funds, promised to work hard, and hasn't let you down.
It's days like these where find that nothing else brings you more peace than crafting for others, serving them something that you are proud of and that they love almost as much as you do. The tranquility that you found within your bakery was like no other, and besides the stress that came with the rush, you were truly grateful for it.
What you couldn’t pinpoint was how the rush started. You ponder over how it could be possible, you didn’t boost your advertising recently, and it wasn’t a holiday nor was it a weekend. Though thankful, you can’t get over your confusion.
Hours passed by, Ivan finished his shift a while ago, so you were left alone to fend for yourself. By now, the rush had long passed and you only had a few customers coming in at a time, so you weren’t too concerned about working alone. You're finishing refilling the shelves when you hear the doorbell of your bakery, signifying someone entering your shop.
You look up before greeting the customer, only to be met with the same unforgettably cold eyes that you served last night.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Tartaglia,” You quickly flash a smile before getting back to work placing pastries into the display case.
“Mister? Do I seem that old to you?” He asks, a friendly smile back on his lips.
“No, I’m just being formal with my customer,” You push yourself up to meet his eyes.
“Is that all I am to you? A customer?” He puts a hand over his heart and displays some sort of mocking tone, “ I thought I made a better impression than that, Ms. Y/N.”
You lean in over the counter to the man, close enough to be able to whisper, “Do you talk to everyone like that?”
Tartaglia swallows, stiffening up ever so slightly.
“No, just the ones who make Snezhnaya’s best apple cake,” He answers back, just as quiet as you were.
You scoff yet again as you push away from him, “Is this your way of getting food from me? Like the little stunt you pulled last night?”
Before you can humor him any longer, you find yourself cutting a slice of cake for him, and ignoring his existence otherwise.
“Speaking of, I have something else for you,” You say before taking off upstairs. His face molds into one of confusion, holding a plate of warm cake while you disappear.
You come back down a few moments later, and his eyes fall on the pouch of mora he gave you. Before he can object, you place the pouch into his free hand and return back to the counter.
“Did you not like my peace offering, Y/N?” He asks, and the way his name rolls off your tongue makes you feel a little flushed.
“Peace offering?” You cross your arms and snap back at the man.
“You’re snarky, лисичка. I thought a little tip may extinguish your unbridled hatred for me, though it seems I’ve failed,” He says back, taking a seat facing the counter. You giggle at his last statement, his dramatization of your feelings pulls a chuckle out of you.
“Giving me nicknames already? After like… 24 hours?” You ask him, “You’ve got stones.”
It was his turn to laugh before taking a forkful of cake to his mouth, and then making an ‘mm’ sound out of satisfaction. He continues scarfing down his dessert, though his eyes keep watch on you. Specifically, where your vision sat on your hip.
“Do you put that to use?” He asks, his hand pointing to your vision.
“Sometimes,” You brush off the question, “I take commissions occasionally, usually when traveling.”
He smirks at that, and you don’t miss it.
“Do you use yours?” You ask back and watch him nod in pride, you hum at his nonverbal response, “We should spar sometime, though I’d probably smoke you.”
You notice how his demeanor perks up even more, his sudden excitable emotion is slightly scary. His happiness in response to your offer was frightening, to say the least.
He already carries an almost mischievous aura with him, and you begin to think that play-fighting with him would be a mistake on your part. Or it could have come off as flirting to him, which you definitely do not want to take any part in.
“I have to get going,” Tartaglia says as he begins to stand, “Tonya wanted me to hang out with her for a bit tonight.”
He makes his way toward the front counter, closer to you.
“Oh no!” You respond in a dryly sarcastic tone, “What a shame.”
He scoffs at you as he places his elbow on the counter, with his head in his hand. He looks up at you with an over-exaggerated frown and a puppy-dog demeanor. “Sooo…” He taps his other hand on the counter, “When are you going to teach me how to make that cake?”
You cock an eyebrow at him with a hand on your hip, not having it with him, “I’m not giving you my recipe for free.”
You turn away to begin cleaning your miniature oven, and expect him to leave. Yet you don’t hear any sort of movement behind you. You quickly turn back around with an exasperated sigh and look straight at the man, who’s position didn’t change.
“I’m not leaving,” He says in a sing song tone.
“Let me think," You snap back.
Teaching him how to bake something would have to be after the bakery closes. So it would just be the two of you. And he’d be so annoyingly him that you’d probably have to recharge your social battery for the next three days following that. Also, you don’t want your kitchen secrets unveiled to anyone. And, ultimately, you’re smart enough to know that this whole thing has nothing to do with an apple cake. But, it would get him to stop pestering you at the moment.
You look up from the desert case and straight into his cold, cerulean eyes, “I'm free two nights from now.”
You see the edge of Tartaglia’s faux frown sprout up into a small smile as he stands up with his hands held onto the edge of the counter. He remains hunched down enough to where his face is in line with yours. And as if he was accepting a challenge, he begins to part ways with you for the day.
“I’ll see you then.”
⋆。°✩translation: Лисичка- it’s a term like “fox” or “little-fox”
⋆。°✩a/n: hiiiii!!! I want to get the next chapter out soon, and i hope y'all enjoy this one! i hope you are all doing well <333 thank you for reading
⋆。°✩tag list: @inlovewithlondonn @zamorazz @ay4tou @kur0melon @boomie-123
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Hi I'm a huge fan of your work and I wanted to know if you could do a one shot with JD doing a surprise party for secret weapon especially since my birthday is exactly a week from me asking for this (26 if March if anyone was curious)
happy birthday
a/n: HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! i wanted to make this as fluffy as possible i'm so sorry i made u wait 😭
mentions: @babybatlover @ripleyswhore
The Judgement Day may have been a rowdy group of partiers, but they also enjoyed being able to have more lowkey celebrations with one another for special occasions. Given that it was Y/N’s first birthday with them though, they wanted to do something special and something that would once again solidify her place in their family.
The group split themselves up so they could make sure that everything was set up at home while Y/N stayed as far away as possible. Dominik volunteered himself to take her out for the day to do all of her favorite things; he took her to get her nails done, they went shopping, and they got to see a movie. Y/N was under the impression that the others were working and they would all do something later that night or the next day; little did she know, they were at home turning the house into a birthday extravaganza.
Finn had been assigned the task of buying and wrapping Y/N’s presents. He was really good at having conversations with Y/N about her favorite things and paying attention when she would talk about wanting something. So he took note and made sure to get those items, and then he set up station in the living room with bags of presents and a bunch of wrapping paper. Oddly enough, everything was wrapped extremely well and he even added different bows and ribbons. He’d gotten enough practice during the holidays to get good at it, and his partners didn’t even argue about him taking that piece.
Rhea was in charge of decorating. She knew the boys meant well, but she couldn’t trust them with a bunch of balloons and streamers because it was all going to be an unorganized mess. It needed to be perfect, so that’s why she knew it was better to do it herself. Not only that, but she wanted to stay as far away from baking anything as possible. Damian wanted to decorate but Rhea stood her ground; she did let him help pick out decorations.
Speaking of baking, that was Damian’s job. He was adamant that he could do it because he saw a video online for a cake recipe Y/N had been wanting to try lately. It looked easy in the beginning, but Damian was quickly getting frustrated. He had flour on his face and he wore an apron so he didn’t make a mess all over himself, but those efforts quickly proved to be a waste because he was still covered in flour and powdered sugar.
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Dominik had sent a warning text that he would be home with Y/N in thirty minutes. Finn had set up the gifts in the living room in a nice little pile and had moved to helping Damian finish decorating the cake. “Jesus, lad. Could you write any sloppier?” He was trying to fix Damian’s god-awful handwriting on the cake, but it was proving to be a lot more difficult. Rhea was giggling to herself as she licked the spoons and watched, making Damian look up at her as he counted out the candles. “Yeah? You think this is funny?” He asked her.
Rhea shrugged and put the spoons down once she finished. “I think you two are just overthinking this.” She teased. “It’s a cake, not a Picasso.” Finn rolled his eyes and licked his fingers from any frosting once he finished. “We get that but it needs to be perfect. And we let the person with the shakiest hands do the writing on the cake.” Damian nudged his arm and wiped off the flour from his face. “All that matters is it's done, and she’s going to be home any minute.”
Dominik, who was in the car with Y/N, had spent the day with her and loved every second of it. He held her hand over the center console, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “I hope you had a good time for your birthday, princess.” Y/N was having an amazing time with him, but she missed the other three more than anything. “I really did, but I wish they could’ve spent the day with us.” Y/N said softly. Dominik nodded, even though he knew in the back of his mind that there was a surprise waiting for her at home. “I know, baby. But they’ll be back later and we can still do something.” He said. He was just proud that he hadn’t let the surprise slip at all that day, and as far as he knew Y/N didn’t suspect anything. “It’s not their fault they had to work.”
Y/n nodded. “I know. I just wanted to be with all of you for the whole day.” She shrugged, but looked over at Dominik with a small smile. “You did a good job at keeping me company, though.” Y/n playfully pinched his cheek making Dom smirk.
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“Christ, Priest! Just wear the party hat!” Rhea said, practically tackling Damian to the couch as she tried putting a party hat on his head. He was the one who always had issues wearing silly things, but convincing from his partners usually got him to do it. “Do you see how small it is?” He said, moving his head away from Rhea. “I do see, but you just need to wear it for a few minutes! Do it for Y/N?” That was all Damian needed to hear, and he sighed before surrendering to Rhea.
Finn put his own hat on and adjusted the band around his head. “See? It’s not that bad.” He teased, smirking at Damian who glared at him. “You two hurry up, Dominik is pulling in any minute.”
It was only about five more minutes after that where Dominik had texted to warn everyone he was coming inside with Y/N. The lights inside were off and Damian, Rhea, and Finn stood in the living room in their party attire. Y/N walked hand in hand with Dominik to the front door, who had her shopping bags in the other hand. He opened the door and let her go inside first, but was surprised when she heard the voices of their other three partners.
“Surprise!” They all exclaimed, Y/N looking at them in shock but still laughed at the party hats they chose to wear. “Happy birthday, babygirl!” Rhea said as she clapped, all of them chuckling at the shocked looks on Y/N’s face. “W-what…I thought you were all working!” She turned to Dominik and pointed at his chest. “Did you know about this?”
Dominik laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m a good secret keeper.” He teased, kissing her temple. Rhea was the first to walk over to Y/N, putting her hands on her girl’s hips and pulling her closer. “We wanted to surprise you.” She gave Y/N a kiss, pulling her into a tight hug. “Well you definitely surprised me.” Y/N hugged Rhea just as tight and smiled into her chest. “This is crazy…you guys didn’t have to.”
Rhea let her go and she immediately went to Finn next. “You deserve it, baby. Really.” He said, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a kiss. “We don’t mess around when it comes to birthdays.” Y/N chuckled as Finn let her go, laughing as Damian came up behind her and picked her up. “He’s right. And I didn’t slave over a hot oven baking a cake for no reason.” He teased, letting Y/N wrap her body around him as they shared their own kiss.
Y/N looked around at her partners, smiling at every one of them and giggling when Dominik gave her a party. “You’re all ridiculous.” She said softly. “But this is amazing…you didn’t have to.” Damian smiled at her. “But we wanted to. And you’re family now, so get used to it.”
Rhea nodded and stood with Dominik, keeping her arms around him as she giggled. “The second part of the surprise comes later tonight.” She mumbled, making Y/N blush and hide in Damian’s chest. “Fucking tease.” Y/N couldn’t help but think about just how lucky she was. She’d never had someone celebrate her like this, but now she had four people who did. It was so much more than she could have ever wanted for herself.
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Heyy Idk if you have done this yet but currently its my birthday so I was just wondering if you could do the jjk men on your birthday :3
Oh, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR READER!!! Congratulations on leveling up!! Of course we have to celebrate with some birthday headcanons!
Now Presenting...
Starring Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna.
Satoru Gojo
The Excited!
Gojo is more excited than you are my guy.
He’s planning a surprise party, meticulously picking out party decor, planning out the menu, bestie he’s going ALL OUT.
He didn’t have very many happy birthdays when he was younger, so when he grew up he decided no one he loved was going to have an unhappy birthday ever again (as long as he could help it.)
And he REALLY loves you so he’s going hard. The kicker is though, that you have no idea.
He’s extremely good at keeping it to himself. He’s subtle about asking you what you want, and any packages he needs to order he sends to Nanami's house. He wants to genuinely surprise you.
You think that for your birthday, all that's going to happen is Gojo is going to take you to dinner. That's why he’s buying you a new dress, got your nails done, all of that. It's simply so you feel pretty on your birthday date
So, when you get home, turn on the lights and everyone jumped out and yelled “SURPRISE!”
You accidentally punched Shoko in the nose.
IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT, I STAND BY THAT! They spooked you! What did they expect after you had just been kidnapped!? (See: jjk men headcanons: Kidnapped edition)
Other than that though, the party goes off without a hitch! Just like Gojo planned!
He didn’t risk trying to bake a cake himself, he had Nanami do that shit. Still, it manages to be one of the better cakes you’ve ever had
Everything is about you. Your favorite movie is playing in the background while you play your favorite board games, your favorite foods are being served, your favorite alcohol is very well stocked, it’s all about you today baby
He for sure gets you a sash that says “Birthday Bitch” On it, tell me I’m wrong.
Once the party has died and everyone left, he would sit on the couch cuddling you, watching whatever movie you picked out on hulu.
You have long since passed out in his arms, but him? He’s already planning for next year
Suguru Geto
the planner
He takes you out on the town for your birthday! Geto loves to show you off and he’s taking the opportunity to do so now!
He takes weeks to plan it. All the stops you guys are going to take, the most efficient map, how much he at least plans to drink at each place.
And you’re heavily involved in the process!
It’s your birthday, a day that's supposed to be all about you. You should be able to decide where you guys go!
While Geto knew you better than anyone, he wasn’t narcissistic enough to think he knows you better than you know you
And having you involved in the planning process ensures you have the best day possible where you get to do everything you want to do.
Above all else, he's excited to show you off with a fun night on the town.
Wherever you wanna go, you're there. Your favorite restaurant, the club, a different club, wherever
He’d probably set up a litter entourage for your bar hopping. A few of your (Easily transportable) friends
You all meet up at your house before heading out for gifts and pregaming
He probably pregammed a little too hard, but it’s fine. One of your friends is DD
He probably starts a fight at one of the bars because someone was hitting on you. It’s not a huge fight, so you mostly just find it funny
He for sure got you some pretty jewelry to go with your dress.
I was talking with my friends and we all agreed he would pay for you to get a surprise tattoo for your birthday.
He gets to pick it out
And he chooses a tramp stamp.
Of his name.
Kento Nanami
the homebody
Nanami honestly doesn’t have a lot of energy thanks to work. But he does still manage to pull together a nice birthday celebration with you.
It’s more quiet than the rest, just the two of you.
Because of this it honestly doesn’t take a lot of planning which works for him.
He wakes you up with breakfast in bed, promising to make today all about you
He even took the day off work for you!
You walk into the dining room and a banquet of your favorite flowers are waiting for you on the table.
He has your favorite coffee made and ready to go, but, honestly that's nothing new. That's one of the little things he does for you every morning.
He takes you out to your favorite restaurant, and you guys do cake at and gifts home.
He got you something you really really wanted for your birthday. Something you always talked about but could never buy for yourself.
I imagine after the wine starts flowing you guys have a mini dance party in your living room, giggling and moving together like two idiots
At some point the dance party becomes karaoke
He’s not a very good singer, but as far as he’s concerned you're the best. Even if you're the worst, fuck you, you're the best now.
He busts out his lighter when you start a ballad, waving it in the air for you, prove me wrong
You both passed out on your couch
It wasn’t the best idea, you’re both a little too old for all of that now. But, you still wake up feeling happy and loved.
And also hungover, but, ya know
Ryomen Sukuna
birthday?
You had a birthday? Okay.
He completely forgot and honestly he does not care he forgot.
Curses don't really do birthdays and they definitely don't give a fuck about human celebration rituals.
He’d laugh in your face if you confront him about forgetting too. He’d ask you what the fuck did you expect from him? He never claimed to be a loverboy, you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be with him.
Now, all of that being said: you do notice him being uncharacteristically gentle with you that day.
Let’s ignore the fact that you didn’t necessarily agree to be with him, he made that decision for you.
He’s bringing you water and food without you even asking, a blanket when you start to get cold, ect ect.
Not necessarily a birthday headcanon, but I really do believe that Sukuna is deeply attuned with his partner's needs, to the point that he knows what they need before they do most of the time. He just doesn’t fill those needs for them cause what does he fuckin look like to you? He’s not your fuckin mom
When he grabs you his claws are much less involved, and there's noticeably less force.
He’s actually being attentive and dare I say…caring?
Voice none of these observations if you value your life dear reader, I can not stress this enough!!!
Sukuna reacts violently to being called out on being vulnerable or gentle so you kinda spend the day walking on eggshells, hoping he doesn’t notice that you noticed he was being soft
But, other than that, it’s actually a good day with him!
You even got him to sit down and watch a movie with you! And absolute win I’d say!
And that night, when you’re asleep in his bed, He’d pull you into his arms and gently kiss your temple.
Softly whispering “Happy Birthday Y/n”
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Dinner with Plans for the Leftovers
Chapter 4 of "This is the Neighborhood Din"
Din Djarin (modern AU) x Sierra Harris (plus size ofc)
Word Count: about 2.5k
Warnings: Grogu is adorable,
Summary: Little G (Grogu is the cutest and also tells everyone's business. The four (Din, Sierra, Johnnie Mae and Grogu) all have dinner. Many things are discussed.
Notes: I'm making dividers and such now. 😆 I figured it out after four months. Johnnie Mae has likely been a menace her entire adult life.
Main Masterlist/ Din - The Mandalorian Masterlist/ This is the Neighborhood Din Series
The day passes by quickly. On Din’s side of things, he’s finished the day with his work crew. Poe brought Finn back late of course, but he normally did. Poe stayed for a good bit of fun and laughs then after he left they were able to focus. Rey didn’t ask anymore about Sierra thankfully and they continued testing the alloy at different temperatures recording the data. Once they finished up notes, Din left to head home, Ms. Harris picked up Grogu after school, so he stopped by to check in. She hugged Din and then Grogu ran up to see his father. He was an hour early for dinner - it was supposed to be at six.
“Daddy! Did you have a good day at work? We’re reading this book by Oobi Wa Kenunbi. I think he might be like the man across the street. He visited Ms. Harris and was leaving when the bus dropped me off. He had something red in his hand.” Grogu informed his father as Din hugged him tight and thought about what his son was saying.
“Wait…man across the street? Who is that?” The only man across from Ms. Harris he knew of was that man with the crazy looking beard and that chartreuse looking liquid he drinks. Din knows it’s alcohol. His yard is a mess and so is that trailer. Maybe she was giving him a meal like she’d done with Din.
“His name is Mr. Skywalker. Isn’t that a funny name, Dad? Who walks on the sky? He sounds like he swallowed pebbles but is nice. He gave me this.” Grogu pulled out a small white plane, it looked like it had been painted over a few times and fixed in a few places. Din wondered why Luke would give his son something, especially something that appeared to have been used quite a bit.
“Did you tell him thank you Grogu?” Din asked, patting his son’s head before touching their foreheads together. He stood and picked Grogu up as he nodded and wrapped his arms around Din’s neck. “Ms. Harris is this-” Johnnie Mae threw up a hand and then waved Din into the house.
“We can talk about all that when you come into this house. You’re letting all my good air out Djarin.” She made a stern face, but immediately broke out into a wide grin as the clan of two made their way inside of the house. Removing their shoes, they plopped down on the couch and Grogu set about playing with his toy. Din caught the aroma of meat cooking, smelled like beef, though, not quite familiar with the seasonings used. Johnnie Mae didn’t say anything as she saw him sniffing and snickered. “Smells good I take it? Someone might be still working on dinner.”
Grogu made plane noises as he flew it around the living room in his small hands. He spied Sierra in the kitchen as Ms. Harris and Din started chatting about different meats and seasonings. “Ms. Sierra, can I have two cups of water? I want one and I need one for my daddy.” Sierra was icing the cake she baked earlier and hadn’t started on the vegetables or rice yet. She was sure she told him the right time. But Grogu wouldn’t joke about his father being here. Why is he an hour early?
“Sure Little G. Are you sure you can carry both while holding your plane? Maybe you should land it somewhere first.” Sierra suggested, smoothing out the last of the icing out on her chocolate cake. She was going to do double chocolate, but at the last minute, decided on cream cheese icing. She poured one big glass for Din and one smaller glass for Grogu. She carefully handed him one at a time. He looked up at her with a smile, thanked her and took small, measured steps toward his father and Johnnie Mae. With her eyes following him, she saw the back of Din’s head. A messy tuff brown curls followed by a loud laugh at whatever her aunt has just said. “This sounded like a good idea this morning…I’m not ready and I haven’t even changed. At least I took a shower when I got home.” She was muttering to herself as she moved the cake to a side counter out of the way and covered it so it wouldn’t dry out. In Sierra’s plan, she was going to change into a casual button-down dark olive t-shirt dress that she could dress up with a necklace or earrings. Right now, she still had on her white t-shirt with the yellow triforce logo with bright yellow bike shorts that she’d thrown on when she got home to clean, plan and run to the store.
Three hours ago, when Sierra got home:
“You know it’s just dinner, right? The man’s seen you in your shorts and t-shirt and you had a whole lotta leg showing. Whatever you wear is fine.” Johnnie Mae watched as Sierra was looking through her closet at different outfits, it was either too church lady, too casual, too business or that one outfit she wore to the club one time too many years ago - everything hung out of that one.
To which Sierra responded, “Just let me make an outfit and dress properly. I just want to feel prepared when I see him tonight. It should be a do over from the other evening.”
“Honey, from what I heard, he seemed fine with everything.” Shrugging her shoulders, Johnnie Mae leaned on the frame of the doorway and Sierra stopped moving.
“Wait, I thought you were asleep with Grogu on the couch? How much did you hear?” Her eyes were wide, her stomach was already in knots, now it felt like it was squeezing.
“I woke up when he was holding you. I told you to stay put while Din brought your stuff in. You don’t remember that?”
“I…No. Just him being kind and you too Auntie. Some of that day was a blur, like my drive over here, except the CVS and the McDonalds.”
“That’s why I keep telling you not to worry. Din’s privy to what you’d have to work up the courage to tell any other guy down the road in a relationship. So, it’s only up from here? Now the important question is, do you want me to take Grogu over to Din’s house?” Johnnie Mae made two finger guns and shimmied her shoulders and hips making Sierra roll her eyes and laugh. She danced her way over to her niece and poked her cheeks with one finger each. “Better yet, eat dinner here, then ‘help’ Din take the leftovers over to his house. Tell me what you see in there. It’s supposed to be a mirror of this house, but I know a decade ago, when the Fetts moved out, they’d done a lot of remodeling. I wanna know if it’s any good. Boba never let me in his house, even with my good wig.”
Sierra doubled over with laughter. “That’s not why Boba didn’t let you in his house. You can’t just invite yourself over and not be wearing anything under your coat. You’re lucky he didn’t call the police!”
“Oh hush! So how does my plan sound? You used that poor man for comfort and then left him out to dry.” Hands on her hips, her aunt clicked her tongue which made her niece sigh.
“It sounds so bad when you say it, but you’re not wrong. Everything just sounds illicit when you say it Auntie. The plan is good, and I wanted to talk to him alone so this works.” Shooting up an eyebrow, Johnnie Mae leaned closer. Sierra shook her head. “Not that. Geez…”
“When are you going to the store? You’re going to need all your ingredients.” Having a feeling she knew why she was asking; Sierra massaged her temple.
“You know he’s going to need to be gone before Grogu needs to get picked up from the bus stop right?” Johnnie Mae smirked.
“That’s no problem. He can be forceful when he needs to be.” Sierra sighed again as she settled on her dress for tonight. The less she knew about her aunt and the man across the street the better. He was actually nicer than he let on, he just liked messing with Greef. It had been a few years since she had last seen Luke and he looked about the same. His beard was a bit longer and she hadn’t seen him outside in the yard yet swing his lightsaber (keeping up his exercises from the Jedi/Sith War according to him). That’s an image she never needed to recall.
“A simple yes would have been fine, Aunt Mae. Thanks.”
Twenty minutes to dinner:
When Grogu brought over the two glasses of water, he thanked his son, but wondered how he got them. He turned to look over the back of the couch and saw Sierra’s back. Her hair had come out of the bun that had been on top of her head. A few coils waved near her poppy scrunchie. She had on a white t-shirt and yellow shorts which he had to look up from when Grogu brought her the glasses back. She looked up and smiled at Din, he returned it, squeezing his right knee he didn’t realize he was holding. He was nervous, he knew he didn’t really need to be, but felt optimistic as well. Ms. Harris and he continued talking while he watched Sierra disappear into the back of the house and come back out in a dark green dress. She looked beautiful in it; her hair was fully out of her bun and more in a high ponytail. There were silver teardrop earrings that framed her face. She began on the rice and vegetables as it was going to be dinner soon. Din found that he was booped on the nose by his son disrupting his thoughts.
“Daddy, whatcha lookin’ at? Don’t you see my plane? You like planes, don’t you?” Grogu asked as he hopped up on his father’s knee, Din patted his don’t curly hair and chuckled.
“Yes, I do. I’ll have to thank Mr. Skywalker in person when I get a chance. Now you know the plane has to stay over here and can’t come to the table, right?” Din pinched Grogu’s nose, and the boy giggled, Johnnie Mae had hopped up and was helping Sierra with the rest of the food. Crap. I was going to help her with the rest of dinner so I could talk to her more.Making whooshing noises with his son, they played with the plane until dinner.
Dinner was mostly uneventful. It was mainly Grogu and Johnnie Mae talking about planes, colors and how good the food was. Little G brings up that he saw Mr. Skywalker leave with something red in his hand and asks if that made him a thief. He wondered if his plane was stolen too. Din coughed on his vegetables and Sierra snorted, she knew what the red was, and Din had a sneaking suspicion. Johnnie Mae only told Grogu that, “Some things stay between adults Little G, but don’t you worry. Your plane isn’t stolen and whatever red you saw was freely given by Ms. Harris. That’s all you and anyone else needs to know.” Sierra tried to stifle her laughter but still held a smile on her face as she looked over at Din who had a grin on his face too.
Maybe Luke Skywalker has some large retirement savings she’s into. That might be where all his money is, it’s not going into his house. Din chuckled to himself remembering what Johnnie Mae had told him when he first came to her home, though given what Grogu said, it clearly wasn’t just that.
Grogu also said that being a good guest means helping to clean up. After dinner, Johnnie Mae ‘volunteered’ herself and Little G to clean up this kitchen. The adorable child tells Ms. Harris that he wants to be helpful like his dad is.
“I swear, he just wants to stay up late and play more with that plane he got.” Din laughed as he handed Ms. Harris the plates, followed by Sierra was gathering the silverware and some of the glasses. Johnnie Mae set to making some take home containers for Din and his son. The food hadn't quite cooled which Sierra pointed out.
“Don’t you dare chicken out now. You said you were going to talk to him. Don’t tell me you put that dress on for no reason girl. Help him over there with this food and stop playin’.” Pinched on her hip by her aunt, Sierra suggested to Din that she could help him take the food over to his house. He appeared confused for a moment until she tilted her head at his son and understood that he would be staying here helping Ms. Harris to clean up. Ah, so we can talk. I get it. Din nodded and opened the door for Sierra as they stepped outside into the cooling evening air.
“Um, Din? I didn’t explicitly ask but is it okay to go to your house to talk? It’s a little nippy out here.” Sierra looked up from the Tupperware at Din who was holding in a laugh. “What?” Her look of confusion had him cough to cover up the snicker.
“We're definitely going over to my house. That seems to be part of your plan and it’s too damn cold out here for what I assume you want to discuss?” Sierra closed her eyes. God it was that transparent!? Why do I listen to my aunt on these things? She’s kickin’ it with Luke, the same guy who waves his lightsaber around and screams about the Sith Lords coming back. She exhaled and opened her eyes.
Din gathered his Tupperware he held under his one arm and offered his hand to Sierra after he went down a few of the steps. Looking up at her, the yellow light of the house behind her made it appear like there was a shimmering aura around her. I told myself it’s horrible timing for the both of us, but I can’t help but wonder…no I can prevent myself from wondering. Sierra’s not coming over to talk about any of that. Manners, just like you taught your son Djarin.
“Yes, my very present and clear plan it seems.” Shaking her head, she took Din’s hand and walked over to his home with him. Eager to sit down with Din, Sierra found that her anxiety didn’t plague her. Din clasped his fingers around her hand, he found it small, soft, and warm. He only let it go, to unlock the front door and welcome her into her home. Instead of recapturing it, Djarin decided to place his palm on the small of her back, guiding her inside to which Sierra met his gaze and smiled.
There was a spark between them, both wordlessly acknowledging it.
Chapter Three. Chapter Five
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more soft fluffy venti thoughts bc hes rotting my brain as always <3
sliding around on the kitchen tile in your socks with venti (maybe “accidentally” crashing against the counter with venti on top of you. he planned this)
couch cuddles!! the desc for the couch item is that it’s really squishy, so it would be comfy enough for naps and snuggles. in the colder months, you and venti bundle up in as many blankets as you can find, and usually you fall asleep in front of the fireplace.
coming home early from a long morning of commissions to find venti snuggled up in your bed.
playing rhythm games with modern venti! i think he would be so good at ddr, dance rush, and beat saber; he likes dancing a lot, so having a wide range of movement with these games is right up his alley.
building a blanket fort with venti! expect the main living room area of your teapot or house to be completely rearranged so the fort can be as big as possible. it doesn’t even really matter in the end, because venti’s gonna snuggle you once it’s done. though, i also like the idea of making jewelry with him, or playing tcg together!
venti staying up with you if you can’t sleep. he makes you some tea or hot chocolate, even if it won’t help, and he’s happy to perform for you or tell you stories all night. he doesn’t need to sleep, since he’s a god, so he’s happy to stay up and comfort you.
dancing with venti! i love the idea of a big party in the area around the barbatos statue during weinlesefest or windblume, and dancing with venti among the crowd. he totally shows off, sweeping you up to spin you around and dipping you, but he also likes to bring you close and cradle your head against his shoulder. he’ll press little kisses to your head, and he whispers small praises to you. dancing around the house quietly is just as appealing, of course.
as much as venti loves holding you, he also loves to be held! don’t worry if you aren’t strong enough; he can use the wind to make himself lighter if you need! he prefers to be held so that his head can rest against your heart. he loves the sound of your heartbeat.
trying as hard as you can to be affectionate with venti despite the summer heat. he wants to cuddle you and hug you so badly, but it’s just way too warm. kisses are all you can manage, with hand holding being sparse.
napping under vanessa’s tree with venti. he has his cape draped over both of you, and you’re snuggled up on the soft grass.
baking with venti! i think he would have quite the sweet tooth, and he loves cakes and cookies. his favorite dessert to bake with you is apple pie (of course)
taking care of a sick venti. kind of taking inspo from a oneshot i rbed a while back! but anyway, once his gnosis is taken, he gets sick more often. bring him some warm (non alcoholic) apple cider, maybe make him a nice soup. he’s super clingy, so make sure to give him lots of nice cuddles and kisses. (you can find the fic here! go show the op some love!!!!)
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Moving above the Underworld (1/?)
Ellie just moved into a new flat. Introducing herself to her downstairs neighbor with a cake she did not realize what the future held for her and him. And what had an asshole coworker to do with it?
AN: I never saw Sand Castle and only know about Captain Syverson because of the Henry Cavill Character Rabbithole of Fanfiction. But I thought he would fit the best (visually), so I chose him.
Don´t like-> Don´t Read Minors DNI
Warning: asshole Coworkers, This Series WILL contain dubcon! Wordcount: Around 2k
Masterlist Series-Masterlist
„Finally, the last box is empty. Only took me- what- a month?“, the young woman groaned. Her back was hurting from lifting too much heavy lumber at work. “Now, I gotta get food in the oven and take my hard owned shower. And why am I talking to myself again? If he hears me, he won´t look at me all grumpy but as I am crazy as well. Gotta tone it down, Ellie.” Stripping her dusty work clothes, she made her way into the small bathroom of her apartment. It had dark gray tiles on the floor, with Creme-colored walls, a toilet, a bathtub with a shower, and a sink with a mirrored cabinet above it. Her washing machine and dryer were in a small adjoined room next door. “Still got to introduce myself to my neighbor properly. Now that he is back from his holidays. Guess I could bake something. What do I have in the pantry? What do I have… Flour, sugar, eggs, milk, chocolate, baking powder. Mhm...”, she continued thinking out loud while washing her longish dark-blonde hair and face, “I could make some Straciatella cake with chocolate topping and split one dough into two servings. I could do with something sweet for my breaks.” Ellie fought getting some dried varnish off her arms. “Tomorrow is Friday. That means he should be home when I get off work, right? I still can leave it at his door with a note either way.” Dressed in some of her most comfortable clothes and with her hair up in a towel Ellie ate her Pizza while also preparing the cake dough. If she sat down to eat, she knew she would never be able to get back up and get her shit done. “Note to myself: Get more painkillers at the pharmacy tomorrow.”, she groaned again when a sting of pain spread through her spine, “Would only be half this bad if the idiot would have helped me instead of taking like ten smoke breaks.” She had just placed the pan in the oven when the sound of a door closing and being locked reached her ears; her neighbor was leaving it seemed. He was always gone at strange and unscheduled times, and the woodworker wondered what his job was that he had no schedule. But she was too shy to ask. Not that it was any of her business. “Forty minutes to wait. Hope this works out.” ___
Before she left her flat, she quickly the molten chocolate over the cakes so it would be ready once she returned late that afternoon. “Let´s see if I can even move tonight. Would be nice though.”, she wondered aloud after one last stretch. Just when she wanted to open the front door it was opened from the outside. Her neighbor had returned. He was a giant of a man. Nearly two meters in height with shaved hair, a short full beard, and muscles. His arms were close to the width of her lower legs, his torso as wide as an old beer keg, and his legs fit the rest of that body. When Ellie had seen him the first time she had believed a god stood before her. Cheesy, she knew, but that was the first thought that had crossed her mind. As usual, he was wearing all black: Black shirt, trousers, and shoes. That showed off his tattoo-covered arms and the crook of his neck. He was no one she wanted to cross paths with when he was angry or in a dark alleyway. “G-Good morning.”, she greeted as usual with a small smile on her lips. “´Morning.”, he rumbled back, not cold but tired sounding. Listening to her music, Ellie made her way to the nearby subway station that would bring her to her workplace. Each day she traveled one hour to and from work. And whenever she had to make overtime, she hated it even more.
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“G-Good evening, Sir. I am sure- cut that- I know you know I moved into the flat a-above you a few weeks back. I- I had no time to introduce myself properly so here I am. Name´s Ellie Miller. I am a skilled Woodworker. Please let me know if I am too loud or do something wrong. And I can leave my number in case something happens.”, she stumbled over her words. Far too shy and nervous standing in front of her neighbor. “Mhrmm.”, he answered quirking one of his eyebrows. His gray eyes staring right into her soul it seems. “Oh- I. I made a cake as an introductory gift. I hope you are not allergic to anything.”, Ellie handed him the box with the cake, “I will leave you to it then. Ha- Have a nice evening.” Fighting the urge to bow (whichever), the woman turned and walked back up to her apartment, feeling his eyes on her back until she closed the door behind her. “That was scary.”, she breathed out, her back pressed against the closed door. The box was returned to her the next Monday morning, clean and with a note that stated: ´Thank you. Welcome to the house.´ The grateful smile that danced around her lips after reading those words only left when she stepped into the workshop and was met by her favorite coworker. He was in his early forties, friends with the boss, and believed women belonged behind a counter and not a band- or circular saw. But he could not get rid of her. Both her work ethic and the results of her work were perfect and not once a customer complained about her. “Boss wants to have a word with you.”, he sneered and Ellie sighed. What had she done now? “You wanted to see me, Sir?”, she asked once stepped into the office. “Your new tasks. Make sure not to mess them up this time. And no more leaving early. Now back to work!”, her Boss told her without looking at her at all. “Yes, Sir.”, she mumbled, taking the binders with her. She had three weeks to build a whole (though small) kitchen, one bedroom interior, one sideboard beneath a sink, and an office table. “Oh joy, over time. Again.”, she groaned, her head hitting the top of her workstation, “At least the table and bedroom are made of oak. We have enough of that lying around. Let´s get that done, I guess. No moving tonight again. Yayy.”
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It was the Saturday after she had finished the given tasks (with high praises from the customers) and was finally able to relax a bit. And that usually meant doing nothing (productive) all day long, wearing her most comfortable clothes (or sleepwear), maybe some baking, and reading. This time her choice fell on a simple but delicious apple cake with cinnamon-sugar crumbles, and so she got to work. “This one will taste incredible with some fresh whipped cream.”, Ellie hummed. She had last made it a few months back and she yearned for it now that she smelled it again. Her kitchen was clean, she grabbed a cup of tea and launched herself into her couch with the book she was reading at that moment in time. “DAMN. It smells like a bakery in here! I am getting hungry just standing here.”, a man exclaimed in the hallway. He seemed to have a Latin-American accent,” Didn´t know you could use a kitchen without blowing it up.” “My neighbor. She tends to do it often.”, her neighbor answered in a neutral tone. “Think I could ask for some?”, the first man asked and Ellie perked up. “We have shit to do.”, now her neighbor sounded slightly annoyed. “Spoilsport.”, that last mumble of the foreigner made her chuckle, and decided to put some cake and whipped cream in a container and hang it on her neighbor's doorknob. A whole sheet was far too much for one person to eat. Even though when that person was a bit chubby. Two hours later, she did just that, with a small note attached that read: ´I overheard you earlier. Sorry for listening in. I made far too much for one person, so please enjoy it. I hope it was okay that I placed it on your doorknob. I did not want to interrupt whatever you were doing ~ Ellie.´ From that day on, whenever she made something, she would put it in a container on a little stool she placed next to the stairs leading up to her apartment. And every time the container would be empty and clean the coming day. She did not do that because she wanted something in return, but because she loved to bake and share (it). Around that time Ellie started to feel like she was being followed whenever she left the house. No matter where she went. If it was to work, on the way to customers, shopping for groceries, or simply for a walk through the neighborhood. At first, the feeling was only sporadic and every other day, but once she had realized the feeling. She got more and more aware of it, but whenever she was to look around, no one was there that looked suspicious. Up to a point where she had anxiety attacks only thinking about leaving through her door. Two months into that situation Ellie almost knocked out one of the Coworkers she liked with a piece of wood when he had startled her at work. She apologized profusely and promised baked goods as an apology. He declined. But asked if she was alright. She told him yes, that she was simply overworked and ready for her days off the upcoming week. But of course, it should not be that easy for her. The last Customer was screaming to her, that she was a failure and knew nothing about what she was doing. That she should quit and be a housewife like a real woman would. It took everything for within her to not start to cry, and because she had managed to do just that, she treated herself to a ´feel-good´ hot chocolate. Again, the dreaded feeling of being under surveillance crept up her spine and she hurried home to order some food from a local Italian restaurant. With how her day had been, she needed her favorite comfort food. Exited for a calm(er) evening with incredible food, she opened the door for the delivery guy. Who was in his mid-thirties, with oily skin, unruly hair, and some dirt on his uniform. He smelled of booze, but that could be caused by the large stain on his shirt. It seemed like someone had dumped his beer on him. Not being one to judge someone who was looking the way he was, anyone had a bad day once in a while. Heck, she just had one THAT day. Her friendly demeanor left though when the man whistled lewdly and
started to make inappropriate comments. “Thank you, for your delivery, Sir.”, she smiled, trying to close the door on him. He put his hand between the door and frame to stop her from doing so and pushed the door open again. “What are you doing tomorrow? Say at 6 pm.”, he grinned. “Nothing of your concern. Now have a nice evening.”, she tried again but he did not budge. “Go on a date with me and I´ll leave.” Ellie just wanted to tell him off again when the main door opened again. “Your Car is blocking my spot.”, her neighbor stated after a second he needed to take in the scene before him,” Get it moving or I´ll call your boss.” “Sorry, Sir. Think about it Sweetheart.”, the man winked before finally leaving. “No thank you.”, the woman whispered more to herself than anything else, before addressing her savior, “Thank you for that. H-he did not take No for an answer.” “You good?”, he asked, his eyes roaming over her like he was looking for any injuries. “Yes, Thank you again.”, and with that, she returned to her kitchen to hopefully be able to relax. Part 2
AN: Thank you for reading! Reblogs and Comments are always appreciated!:)
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Excuse me if this doesn’t make make much sense but I would love to see a synopsis of how your class would be introduced. (I guess like her own version of meet the merc)
Or maybe even stats of what’s she likes in personality, who does she get along with, who does she hate. Is there more lore to her related to comics or the video game? Sorry if she’s not fully fleshed out yet, but she’s so pretty and I wanna find out more 🥰
AHH YAY THIS MAKES ME HAPPYYYYY!!!!
Okay okay, Lemme ramble off some headcanons about her.
To begin with, she's 30 and is the oldest of two siblings, with her younger brother still in the military.
She's a Southern belle, born in raised in the south (bouncing between North Carolina, South Carolina ans Georgia!)
How i headcanoned that she found the job was through her brother! He was originally going to work for Mann Co. But after bringing it to their parents, they said for him to continue his military career.
Alexandria ends up asking him about the job, and he describes it to her. It sounded..fun.
When she was in the military she was a spy, used to going undercover to events to deliver intel back to her boss, or flirt her way into killing her target.
(More under the cut!)
How would she be with the other mercs?
Engineer and her would get along quite well, sometimes the mercs can't understand her accent, (If you're southern, you understand what I mean by this 😭)
She would rattle off to him about anything and everything and he'd listen because hey, it's nice having another southerner 'round here!
Definitely laughs when she does something that the mercs done understand
Alexandria: *Standing outside, looking up to the Sky and takes a deep sniff* "it's gonna rain soon.."
Spy:*Looks up and sees a clear sky* "Woman. The sky is clear, what are you talking about?"
Cut to like 30minutes later and it rains—.
Just that southerner in her—
Also would help Engineer when it's his time to cook, she'll handle all the baking, definitely makes the best cakes
I feel like she would also get along with Sniper.
He enjoys his space and so does she, she doesn't bother him unless he wants her attention.
Definitely the type to visit him, delivering cookies or food to his camper.
"Mick Darlin' you must've forgotten i was cookin' tonight, had to fight them boys so they could save you some."
Totally has a crush on sniper but refuses to admit it all.
Medic and her are two peas in a pod damn near.
If he says jump she's gon' ask "How High Doc?"
Like they would match each other's freak, she helps him out in the clinic do to her military training. (Since most woman usually were nurses in the field at first before they started branching out).
Definitely screamed when she saw the Spy head though. Then just shrugged. She'd seen weirder things in her life.
Was casually talking with Medic during the uberheart surgery. Definitely would crack a joke or two.
"Wow Doc'..You must like bein' all up inside me."
"Vell, I mean it is nice to vork on a voman for once! Plus jou have such a nice bone structure."
But I wouldn't think she would outright hate anyone, just cordial...
But her and Scout—
They butt head all the time, and it's more like a rivalry thing (that I'll explain when I talk about her stats!)
She helps Pyro color sometimes.
She has small conversations with Spy, mostly cause he's intrigued by her past as a Spy, and wondering how different it was for her.
Soldier...Soldier didn't believe she was in the military til she produced a medal she'd earned for her Spy work. Then he was like: "GREAT JOB CADET! MAKING AMERICA PROUD"
She's around Heavy alot due to her being so close with Medic. She would often have small talks about her family with him, and chat about some things medic has done.
She often comforts demoman whenever he's having a moment, understanding how it feels to be so different from your teammates, she often drinks with him, but not the heavy stuff. No she'll just take a nice wine.
Now onto her stats! [+More about her!]
Alexandria is most a Speed and Stealth type class, I headcanon her to be one of the fastest next to Scout. This causes the two to bicker because he feels like she's taking his "Shine".
She's more of a Support class though, her bladded. Fan works as her melee, she can throw the fan all at once for critical damage, or throw them individually for smaller damage (just in case she has to take out a weak enemy.)
Her whole thing is her appearance, being trained by another older woman (She called her Madame), that her looks could kill, cause a distraction that could lead to her enemies demise.
She'd have 150 health.
Some buffs she could get from different weapons could be speed, firing speed, critical hits and a little more.
She stands at 5'10, 6'2 with her heels on, and yes she can run in them.
When not in uniform she dresses up in the pinup style from the 50s, polkadot dresses, bright colors.
She's a sweet heart, often after battles making sure everyone is alright after a long battle. She helps medic in the med bay, healing the mercs.
She'll even cook for everyone after a long, tough day.
She's used to the side remarks about woman in war, she's been in the military.
Scout: "Hey Toots..I thought they said woman weren't supposed to fight?"
Alexandria: "The last man who said that buttercup, ain't have a tongue by the end of the night."
Calls the mercs: Buttercup, Sugar, Darlin', sweetie, sweetling, Babycakes, Honey and Pumpkin.
Lmao this is all I have rn, I have her bio typed up but it's not finished. 😭
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