#some random cute little bean

[meiieiri]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐩 [toji fushiguro]

synopsis: toji will never forget the first night he spent away from the zenin clan and the day he met you.

pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader | song inspo: saw you in a dream, timeless | hidden inventory: the lost tapes series masterlist

warnings: mentions of emotional abuse but generally pretty much a fluff fic where toji and y/n meet for the first time. | a/n: finally launching my little love project called “hidden inventory: the lost tapes”! 🍒

Now isn’t this just perfect?

Toji’s is just one inconvenience away from just going back to the Zenin clan with his tail between his legs. First, he underestimates just how expensive living in Tokyo is so, with what little pocket money his emotionally distant mother gave him before he left the estate, the first thing he does is spend it all on a girl — in broad daylight — he’s heard his brother, Jinichi, talk about those cute little call girls that crawl the streets of Kabukichō with flyers in their hand for thirty-minute “massages”. Naturally, as a young man who is only first experiencing the carnal joys the city has to offer, Toji was curious and he took the bait.

A bait that cost him ¥30,000 and the girl was unfortunately sloppy at best.

Now, he doesn’t have money to buy so much as a soggy red bean pancake for dinner. He doesn’t know how long he’s been walking around this dingy part of Shinjuku but as long as the red light district’s trashy ambience is distracting him from the growling of his stomach, then, he’ll stumble around this hellhole until morning.

“Ha! You won’t even last two minutes out there!” That’s what Naobito Zenin, the head of the clan said to him when he left. “Only two things await you when you get out of here, either you’ll die hungry or a cursed spirit will get to you first — either way, you’ll die with your eyes wide open with no one!”

Overrun by his thoughts, Toji doesn’t even notice that he accidentally intruded on a random cockroach and curse-infested alleyway that apparently belonged to some junkie who is now angrily telling him to get lost. “I was just looking for a place to sit down,” Toji scoffs. Weren’t they both bottom feeders in this city? Why was this rancid-smelling meth addict acting like he’s any better than him?

“Well, go sit somewhere else, this place is off-limits!”

It was almost funny how Toji thought that the world beyond the gates of the Zenin estate was any better than the shit show he was born into.

He should have known better than to be enticed by the glitz and glamour of living independently from his abusive family who at least had the decency to feed him maggoty rice from the estate’s second storehouse dedicated to prepare the animals’ food. They also gave him shelter, of course, he’s had to live in the Zenin estate’s shed for a while now since his father discovered he was born useless without an ounce of cursed energy. But at least he was warm, and the termites made him feel less lonely.

He continues on in his aimless quest. The night is still young. There’s plenty of time for self-depreciating introspection.

Hopefully, that grade three cursed spirit that’s been following him around the block for a while now gets to him first before the rain does.

“That guy over there,” your coworker whispers to you from the cash registers. “He’s been there for a while now and he hasn’t ordered anything.”

You look up from your pocketbook, your eyes curiously trained on the rugged looking man whose eyes were downcast, trained on the service water he requested from the counter when he came in. As if he could feel a pair of eyes on him, he looks up, and glances your way for a bit but you quickly hide your face behind your book.

“He kinda looks like trouble, no? Shady too, just look at the scar on his lip…”

“It’s not fair to judge someone like that, Rika-chan,” you whispered to your junior, turning to arrange the menus, painstakingly wiping each one clean with a cloth dampened with sanitizer. A small smirk appears on Toji’s lips at your passive defense of his character and as if to goad you on, he drums his fingertips against the table daring you to say another word. “Anyway, I’ll handle closing the shop tonight. You need to get home since you have class in a few hours.”

That seemed sudden. Rika looks at you funnily before shrugging off her apron in favor of her raincoat. “Well, alright, if you insist. Should I clean up the kitchen at least?”

“I’ll handle it,” you give her a thumbs up, waving her goodbye as she leaves through the backdoor. Now that you’re alone, you could hardly stop yourself from glancing at the mysterious man, and Toji himself wonders if his presence here is starting to turn into a nuisance. You were probably waiting for him to step out so you could close shop for the night but it’s raining hard right now and there are no other places open nearby to take shelter in.

The chair’s feet screeches against the wooden floorboards and you head to the restaurant’s kitchen. Toji stares at your retreating form, looks like he overstayed his welcome. He searches around for a few coins to give to you for your hospitality, of course, it probably doesn’t mean jack shit, but you must have known he didn’t have enough money for a meal when he came in here. You would have realized that immediately. But you allowed him to stay regardless.

You return a couple of minutes later with a bowl miso soup with ginger pork gyoza and shredded cabbages. You set the bowl down in front of him and Toji is thoroughly taken aback, he looks at you dumbfounded. “I don’t have any money,” his voice comes out a little gruffly but you barely flinch at the sharp edge of his tone.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Refilling his water, you explained that while you could have easily stuffed those leftovers back in the freezer, customers wouldn’t want to eat frozen food, so, you decide to heat these items up to give to him instead. “Oh,” Toji answers a little dumbly. “Or you could have thrown them out.” He stares at the sumptuous meal in front of him. Even in the Zenin estate, he never had such good food laid out in front of him before and it was surreal to see a stranger do the things his family should have done for him.

You return to the counter, leaning on your forearms as you engage in light banter with him. “You’re saying I should feed rats over people?” you chuckled, sitting back down, smiling softly when Toji gingerly bringing the bowl of miso soup to his lips, the rich earthy broth warming his throat that he lets out a content sigh.

He smirks at your little remark. “I’m saying you shouldn’t make a habit of feeding strays.” He polishes his soup bowl clean within minutes and you have to remind him to slow down every now and then as you watched him eat ravenously. “You never know when you could get that dainty hand of yours bitten off.”

You blushed pink at that. He was right, being too generous could cost you dearly one day but being the altruistic soul that you are, you’ll probably continue to be graciously selfless despite the risk of being taken advantage of. It’s just how you are as a person who believes that a little kindness can make the world better than it was yesterday. “I…don’t really know about that…whether I get bitten or not by the people I help isn’t really something I can control. The world would be better off if people just learned to be kind to one another.”

Toji hums at your naive countenance, folding his arms over the table. The room is silent for a few minutes save for the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance. “You’re kinda dumb, aren’t ya?”

“And you’re a pessimist,” you answered, quirking an amused eyebrow at him. “Who doesn’t even know how to say thank you.” You stand up to clear out the table, a teasing glint in your eyes as your curious orbs collide.

Toji scoffs, leaning against his seat, crossing his legs. At his reluctance, you shake your head, giggling softly. What an infuriating interesting guy. Toji hears the rushing of tap water from behind the counter and he smiles inwardly. The rain begins to slowly stop and he takes this window of opportunity to leave.

You don’t even try to hide your disappointment when you come back to the dining room only to find it empty, the stranger having left nothing in his wake — not a goodbye, not a thank you, and certainly not his name — except a single rusty five yen coin on the table.

Clang-dong!

“Hello, welcome—“ You stop mid-sentence. Your throat constricting with a mix of emotions, the most dominant one being joy at this happy chance, you’d recognize those sharp dark green eyes anywhere despite only first seeing them a week ago. After all, they looked so dangerously beautiful under the dim light of the dining room’s ceiling lampshade. “—back. Welcome back,” you smiled brightly at Toji.

Toji nods, his hand coming up to cover his lips as he coughs once. “Thanks…ah, right — shit, where is it?” After rummaging around his parachute jacket’s many pockets, he finally takes out his wallet and you look at him, bewildered, when he hands a few hundred yen bills to you. “For last week. Sorry I couldn’t pay you back then.”

“It’s fine.” You take his larger, calloused hand and return the money which Toji responds to by stubbornly placing it on the table.

Toji pinches the bridge of his nose when you playfully return the gesture by rolling it up and placing it in his jacket pocket, buttoning it. “Look, it was real nice of you to treat me back then, but I’m not a charity case, alright? I just wanna pay my dues.”

“Then, a simple ‘thank you’ is enough.” Toji just couldn’t understand you. You have absolutely no reason to be nice to him, but you are. For a moment, he begins to fall into the enticing thought that maybe life outside the Zenin estate won’t be too bad after all if there are people like you still around just waiting at random corners to be found in joyful happenstances such as waiting out a storm at a random family-style restaurant over a heartwarming serving of miso soup with tender pieces of gyoza and cabbage.

Relenting, he smirks at you, unable to figure you out. “Thank you.”

“Anyway, need a table for lunch?” you smiled warmly at him as you lead him to the table he sat in a week ago which you now affectionately refer to as ‘his’ table instead of table number four.

Toji nods following your lead and chuckling when you hand him the menu. “Where’s that thing I had last time?“ he oddly flips through the booklet.

“Oh uh…it’s not on the menu actually, but I could make that for you if you’d like.”

“Sounds good.” Toji hands you back the menu. You are just about to scurry away to the kitchen when he calls out to you. “So, do you have a name or should I just keep referring to you as gyoza girl or something?” Embarrassed at the way your knees seem to become weak at his boyish grin, you have to take a few deep breaths before turning around to face him again. “I’m Toji.”

He doesn’t say his last name. He doesn’t feel the need to anymore now that he’s finally closing the door to his past. You nod, noting how the name suited him. It’s brief but strong, muted but loud in its rhythm. Toji. At that moment, you find it impossible to name a prettier sound. After a few excruciating minutes in the kitchen, you come back out with two bowls of miso soup this time around and you sit down on the chair directly in front of him.

“Y/N.”

Toji repeats the melody of your name in his head. “And how much do I owe ya for this, Y/N?”

You shrugged as the two of you dig in, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you chew the steamed gyoza, joining him as he laughs (well, he’s scoffing more than actually laughing, really), his eyes alight with wonder, when you simply say, “Five yen.”

[chronicbeans]

Romantic Lucifer x Cutely Flirty Reader

We're not using "Hey babe" here. Here, we got that "You're a cutie patootie, pookie". That's the best way I can describe the Reader's vibes on this.

TW: None, unless you hate fluff

• You both met when he visited the Hazbin Hotel. You actually met him as he was leaving and you were heading back to the hotel with some supplies you were buying. You were more than a little surprised by the carnage that had occurred while you were gone... However, you noticed Lucifer, and decided you might as well say hello.

• He's surprised by how polite you are compared to, say, Alastor. You talk for a bit, before you let him go back to his place. The first thing that you end up telling Charlie, once you talk to her, is pretty simple! "Your dad is adorable-"

• Thus begins your flirtation, whenever he is around. However, you do try to make sure he's not uncomfortable with it, to you keep it very low-key at first. The most you'll do is wave to him, saying "Hey, pookie!" as a greeting. He's probably a bit confused, at first, but shrugs it off.

• A bit confused means very confused, in this case. Especially when he notices Charlie looking embarrassed by it. Sure, he's heard pookie used romantically, but he's also heard it used platonically, so the fact that you're flirting hasn't hit him... yet.

• You both become friends rather quickly, sharing a love of things you find cute, like rubber ducks, Razzle and Dazzle, and Keke. You decide that, since you've become such good friends, it's time to up the ante a bit. You are now more prone to waving him over, saying things like "Hey there, sweetie!" or "Pookie bear, look what I've found!"

• It's at this point, he feels he's getting the hint. You're definitely flirting, in your own way. He likes you back, yes... However, he doesn't want to ruin such a good friendship. That, and he wants to be sure you like him for him, and not his looks. So, he starts waiting for you to show signs that you truly like him outside of flirtation - things that have more of a meaning than that, or cliche love tropes.

• And he gets that sign. One day, you come running up to him, holding what looks to be a rubber duck. "Pookie! Look! I found a duckling!" "Oh, that's such a cute little thing-" "quack" Oh, it's not a rubber duck... It's a real, living, breathing duckling. He's rather impressed by the fact that you found one in Hell, of all places. It's not even a demonic duck, either! It's a normal duckling! You must've went through a lot of work to get it, just for him...

• He takes it from your hands, looks down at it for a moment, before saying "This is our child now." And with that, you're dating. And you have a duckling baby, now. He's named it Charlotte, and it has it's own bedroom.

• He loves your flirting, to be honest, and may start to mimic it. You both call each other pookie all the time. You love to call him random names you come up with, like sugar bear, baby bean, cutie patootie, pookie wookie, and he loves all of them. His face practically burst into flames whenever you call him something like that. He likes to call you his little honeycrisp or apple pie. You two are drowning in fluff and Charlie is watching in pure shock, wondering how she got a duck sister and how you managed to rizz her dad by using cutesy flirting and ducks.

[ajortga]

belly the holland lop

pairing: tara carpenter x fem reader

summary: it was good tara wasn't home, you were able to bring him home and spend the rest of the day with him however much you wanted behind closed doors, maybe some kisses.

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: this contains big amount of angst. just warning yall. ( theres none just the fluffiest story you'll see today!)

You opened the keys to your apartment, carefully sneaking in as you peeked through the hallways.

Silent. Good. Tara’s not home.

You snuck him in, telling him to shush as you led him to your room. You didn’t want to get caught by Tara. You loved him too much.

You opened the door and closed it, making a sigh of relief as you relaxed, kissing his forehead.

“Okay, I don’t think Tara will find you, well she’s not home yet but as long as you stay!” You emphasize on the stay as you look at him. His eyes were just like hers, you melted, making random motions with your hands, “Then you will be safe.”

The small holland lop bunny looked at you, his nose wobbling as you kept kissing him.

(Did I get you?)

“Great!” You say, bending down and picking Belly up. Or maybe you should call him Mabel. Green Beans? You’ll decide on that later. 

You carefully use your hand and use your right to lift his stomach and the other to his bottom, then you bring him to your chest. It makes a small squeak of happiness as you bring him to your bed and it does a binky, doing zoomies on your bed as you giggle. 

“No stop that, I don’t want my duvets to get all ruffled, I ironed them just yesterday!”

Belly, or Green Beans or Mabel looks at you, his cute brown eyes looking at you as it makes a small stomp of protest, grunting.

“Hey don’t grunt at me little boy!”

He stomps again as you sigh, “Okay fine a little more zoomies.”

Belly bounces off the pillows and circles around the room once, twice, four times, six times! before jumping on your bed and landing on your lap.

“Adorable,” you mumble, feeding him a small sliced apple and strawberry.

“Spoiled baby,” you chide playfully, “You’re just like Toffee, you don’t like carrots and want the sweet stuff.”

Belly crunches on the strawberry, his mouth turning red as you laugh, kissing his forehead again. After eating he claws softly at your chest and you feel his wet mouth press into your neck, then your white shirt. 

“Hey! You’re lucky this isn’t outside clothes. Or else I would’ve taken your strawberries away tomorrow.”

You hear the door click as your brain immediately goes haywire. 

“Oh shit. Belly, where the hell do I hide you?” You whisper scream, hearing Tara call your name as you look around, carrying him as his front is pressed up to your front, sniffing your clothes. Belly could run anywhere and Tara could see him as soon as he did another zoomie. You regret giving him those fruits, he’s going to get fruit energy!

“Baby!” Tara giggles, but it is dying down as she hears your footsteps, “Where are you? What are you doing?”

“Just a minute of love! I’m.. Redecorating, and trying on new stuff you know? Yeah.” You run around your room.

You panic, every way was closed, your guitar was covering your closet, if you moved it that would take too long. 

“I’m coming,” she hums.

“Oh fuck it.” You say, grabbing a hoodie and putting it on, then placing Belly in your chest as you carried him under your hoodie.

Tara bursts into your door to see you sweating, the duvets ruffled, and the closet slightly opened, your guitar covering it.

Her eyes meet your figure as they narrow.

“Y/N.”

You gulp, nervously, there was a baby holland lop green bean mabel belly rabbit in your hoodie right now, “Yeah?..”

Tara’s mind fills with thoughts. The ruffled duvets that were always neatly folded, now sliding off the bed and your ruffled hair and glistening figure. She didn’t know what else it could be. She somehow didn't even focus on the way you looked pregnant with Belly on your belly. (see what I did there?)

She looked at you as she immediately saw a lipstick mark on your chest and red stains on your neck.

You look at her, she looked upset, almost angry, but she wanted to find out. She never gets mad at you.

“Tell me the truth,” she states, looking at your figure up and down as you look at her, what the hell was she going to say when she saw Belly? You felt him shift in your hoodie.

“Are you cheating on me?” She whispers, tears filling her eyes. 

You looked at her with a, “what the hell?” look as you rushed up to her, still carrying Belly.

“Baby- of course I’m not!”

“You had a girl in here. Or a boy, I can see that lipstick stain on your damn oversized shirt that I gave you! Did you seriously fuck?”

Her eyes were wild as you looked down at your chest and immediately got where she got the assumption from. Before you could explain, Belly sniffles your chest and pops out of your hoodie head hole, making the room go quiet. Belly licks your neck and laps up the strawberry juice that he pressed with his lips a few minutes prior.

You squealed, his fluffy fur tickled you as you groaned in frustration, “I knew I should’ve cleaned that strawberry stain. You need to eat better! No licks after you eat juicy strawberries,” you scold at Belly, seeing how he was scratching his ear with his paw.

Tara immediately giggled, “Is that a bunny?” She laughs, sitting down next to you.

“Baby I thought you were cheating on me.”

You shook your head as soon as you heard her, “Baby I would never… Wait. Are you mad?”

“I was mad, I imagined you inviting someone over while I was gone, I would never think you would cheat on me but what I saw made me worried,” she says, her heart beating quickly from recovering from whatever she was worried about. “Oh my gosh you got a bunny! It’s so cute! I just want to squish it’s face and snuggle with it all night while we cuddle!”

You exhaled a sigh of relief as you immediately cuddled her, letting Belly nudge the bottom of his chin with your finger. You felt him licking it and nibbling it.

“Baby you scared me,” Tara laughed, picking up Belly and cradling him, he nudged his wet nose to her face, his still damp red mouth leaving a small strawberry stain on her face. 

“Can we keep Belly? Please baby? Please please pleaseee?” You pout, Tara melted in your gaze. It wasn’t often you used your innocent, sparkly, drowning eyes. But when you did she would do anything.

“Belly?” Tara questioned, laughing, “You would choose that name.” She said, nuzzling your nose, “But you know I can’t say no. Just don’t let him pee or poop cocoa puffs on Sam. She’ll get angry and cook him for dinner,” she paused, seeing your horrified face. “I’m just joking sweetheart, she’ll probably stop giving him treats but then will give it to him less than 30 minutes later because look how cute he is!” She says, rubbing its soft fur. “He’s just as cute as Toffee. You really like holland loppies huh?”

“I LOVE holland loppies!” You say, kissing her neck and hearing her make a soft pleasured noise.

“I know you do, where did you find him?”

“I went to my friend's house today and she recently had a bunny, Mochi, give birth to holland lops! They were all so cute. But I liked Belly. He wouldn’t stop licking my hand and relaxing next to me. He was so cute! I love his brown fur!!”

She kisses you to shut you up in the nicest way possible, “If you think we can take care of him together, we can okay baby?”

“Okay,” you murmur against her chest. “We need a letter box, then a water bowl, some pellets, I think I have most of those at my parents house because of Toffee.” You say, you and Tara looking at Belly do binkies around the room.

-

An hour later you and Tara crouch down to Belly and pick him up, as Tara lifts her knees up and down and rocking Belly. You gave him a wide space to roam and every day you would let him roam around your house. Obviously you put some cages around cables and put away pillows. There were some water bowls, a bowl with bunny pellets, and some hay toys.

As Tara carried Belly, you wrapped a small hat you found at the store around his head and secured it around his neck, letting it be loose so it wouldn’t fall off but he could breathe well.

Belly’s nose twitched, a cute strawberry mushroom hat on him as his downward ears were being rubbed by you.

You and Tara giggled, taking pictures and selfies with Belly. After a while you’re cuddled up with Tara, nose buried into her chest.

“Maybe one day we can start a family,” you whisper, looking hopeful

“In the future baby, I promise. We’ll have as many puppies and children as you want,” she comforts.

“I love you.” 

…

“I love you too.”

You snuggle as Belly does binkies and zoomies before resting beside you, with his little fluffy bed next to yours.

-

bonus: A few hours later, the door clicks.

“Tara, Y/N, sweethearts I’m home,” Sam’s voice echoes through the hallway, her hand full with two baby bunnies.

She enters your shared room to see you and Tara asleep on each other. And.. Another bunny?

“You have to be kidding me.” Sam says, looking shocked from how you now have 3 bunnies, a holland lop, netherland dwarf, and a lionhead now. 

Her shock immediately melts, now you three have a household of 6. They are cute. Maybe she can handle 3. Sam walks closer to drape a blanket over you two and pets Belly before stepping away.

She opens the door and as soon as she does, she steps in a cocoa puff of poops, making her groan in disgust as she bounces with the other leg to grab a towel.

"Ew. No treats for you," she says, angrily, "Yuck."

-

A few minutes later she sneaks a small slice of banana next to Belly as he eats it, licking her finger.

[the-ace-with-spades]

Random headcanons for Ghost and Soap (and Ghostsoap) part 1

- Soap has the habit of placing his hand on the small of Ghost's back. It looks adorable because next to Ghost, everyone looks tiny and yet Soap oozes such confidence that Ghost feels small whenever he has Johnny's hand directing him by pressing into the small of his back, sometimes Johnny's thumb is rubbing little circles over his spine. He always blushes, too.

- On the other hand, Ghost has a habit of pulling Soap by the hip any time he's about to get himself in trouble. Someone says some shit, Soap turns to the side and opens his mouth and Ghost just reaches his arm across his back and with his fingers digging into the v curve of hip steering him away before he can open his big mouth and get himself in trouble. This is inspired by the Tom Holland&Zendaya photos

- Ghost is always cold, Soap is always hot. It looks absolutely comical during spring when they go out - Ghost has warm sweats and jacket and a hoodie and a hat/mask on and Soap is in shorts and a hoodie with cut-off sleeves. Gaz calls it Soap's slut behaviour

- This means Ghost is a blanket hog. They often sleep in the same bed but separately because Soap just feels too hot to cuddle up under the warmest duvet available in store which is Ghost's preferred one.

- They are decent cooks but Ghost is better at cooking and Soap is better at baking. They also have different cooking styles - Ghost cooks to relax and doesn't stress about the results and Soap takes cooking as a challenge.

- Ghost doesn't get jealous, really. He's too in control to get jealous and he's the ride or die kinda guy so he's put all of his trust into Soap and is used to Soap's overfriendly, borderline flirty personality. It's endearing to him.

- Soap, on the other hand, is a jealous beast. Recruits, other teams officers, strangers in a bar, anyone who gets Ghost's attention or tries to get Ghost's attention, Soap always struts in and stands way too close and asserts his position as soon as he notices. Ghost pretends it's annoying but he finds it cute (he's never had anyone get jealous over him).

- Soap never stops calling Ghost per sir. Not when they're on leave, not when they retire. Sometimes it happens in public and because Soap only calls him sir when he's feeling cheeky, he sounds really bratty and people make their (dirty) assumptions.

- Soap is not a fan of Valentine's Day. Ghost likes to pretend he isn't either, but in the week before the day, he'd do small romantic gifts/gestures every day.

- Soap is the 'leaves his dirty socks on the floor' kinda guy, meaning he never puts back stuff in its rightful place, has tons of dirty mugs lying around, piles of sketchbooks and books and about a dozen of pencil cases, he forgets to make the bed, doesn't fold the laundry for days after taking it out of the dryer, just leaving in the corner in the kitchen. Ghost feels tested when they move in together because he's a neat freak.

- Soap is a hairy beast. He's got dark thick hair everywhere - his chest, back, arms, the happy trail, the other happy trail that goes down his inner thighs. He'd have to shave twice a day if he had to keep a clean-shaven look.

- Ghost is not exactly hairy but also not hairless, it's just that the majority of his body hair is very pale.

- Ghost unironically likes Vimto. His favourite takeaway is Chinese and he actually likes beans on toast for breakfast and scotch eggs. He, however, can't understand how Soap can eat oats for breakfast every day.

- Ghost does, in fact, have a soft tum. Soap also has a healthy layer of fat over muscles but Ghost doesn't really have the abs shape - he's teddy bear shaped.

- Ghost feeds stray cats scraps of meat any time he cooks off base.

- Soap definitely has ADHD. He doesn't shut up and his mind is brilliant but very scattered.

[peachsukii]

sweet like honey ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ you and kirishima organize a small dinner to celebrate bakugo's 31st birthday.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ fluffy & tooth-rotting fluff for kat's birthday ♡ cross posted to ao3 // wc; ~1.1k ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿

Trying to plan a surprise was literally impossible in the Kirishima-Bakugo household. The house was always in pristine condition, everything in it's proper place and able to be located without a second thought. If something was moved or used, there was a 95% chance Bakugo would notice, no matter what it was - his favorite spatula, a random mug, and even a specific set of towels in the bathroom. He had the house mapped in his mind down to the last non-existent dust bunny in the foyer.

By some miracle, Bakugo believed Kirishima was taking him out to dinner for his birthday and didn't invite you along. Sure, they needed their time alone together too, but most of the time, Bakugo was the one making sure you were included in their plans. It all worked out in your favor, though. Earlier in the week, you’d texted the both of them to trick Bakugo into thinking you wouldn’t see him Saturday.

the lion, the witch & the gym bro ❤️💖🧡 [you] hey babes! are you guys free saturday for dinner? [katsu 🐯🧡] what kinda fuckin’ group name is that?! i better be the lion [katsu 🐯🧡] and sorry baby, eiji's made plans for us [eiji 🥊❤️] i think it’s cute 😜 [eiji 🥊❤️] sorry love! we can meet up for breakfast on sunday though 💕 [you] that's okay! yes, kats, you're the lion lol. breakfast on sunday it is 💖

Kirishima was fully aware of your plan, ecstatic that you wanted to do something so sweet for Bakugo. He’d told you how all of his past surprise parties had failed for him - he couldn’t keep the excitement to himself and would fold before the party happened. You had to do a little work to be sure he wouldn’t spill the beans this time, too. Nothing a few sweet kisses couldn’t fix, promising to reward him for keeping quiet.

A quick trip to the grocery store and plenty of recipe research later, you had everything you needed to make the dinner. Kirishima mentioned that you’d have about half an hour to set up and get everything ready, so most of the cooking would need to be done in your apartment. It was simple, a mish-mash of his favorites; mapo tofu, cooked salmon with a honey garlic glaze and some grilled vegetables. You thought about using Bakugo’s home grown veggies, but that would have given away the surprise if he saw them go missing that morning.

Cooking went surprisingly easier than you thought it would. Creating the glaze for the salmon was honestly the hardest part, but you're proud of how it looks and smells, the fish cooked with a perfect sear. Your kitchen smells incredible and it's sad that the aroma won't be fully following you to their home.

Just when you're putting everything in the oven to keep warm, you get a text from Kirishima.

[eiji 🥊❤️] we’re leaving the house now! you’re clear to head over in five minutes [you] thanks eiji! i’ll pack up and head over.

When you arrive at their house, you park around the corner to be sure Bakugo doesn't see your car before he goes inside. Your unloading the food onto the kitchen counter when your phone buzzes three times, one from Kirishima and two from Bakugo, outside of your group chat.

[eiji 🥊❤️] headed home, kats is a little grumpy lol. see you in 15!

[katsu 🐯🧡] eiji fucked up our reservation and we're headed home [katsu 🐯🧡] if ya wanna come over. miss you sweets

'Oh, if only he knew,' you thought, smiling to yourself. You don't respond and place your phone back on the counter.

With the food in the oven to warm up, the table set, the lights off, and Bakugo's present on the counter, you were ready for them to walk through the door any moment now. Kirishima warned you that Bakugo was upset, but you're confident his mood will do a 180 once he sees the true plan.

The front door opens, accompanied by shoes hitting the floor and keys hitting the table in the entry way.

"Can't believe they messed up the reservation," you hear Bakugo complain, grumbling to himself. "Stupid ass fancy place can't keep their books straight."

"I know, I'm sorry baby," Kirishima apologizes, looking toward the kitchen to catch your eye. "But I think you'll prefer to be home, anyways."

Bakugo's about to question why when you walk out of the kitchen and into view, hair pulled back in a neat ponytail and wearing his favorite pretty black dress.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki! Hope you're hungry, we've got plenty waiting for you."

You're expecting him to burst out laughing, make a snarky comment, or roll his eyes with a smirk on his face, but none of that comes. He stands there, awestruck with a gleam in his carmine stare while his lips curl into a genuine smile.

"You two really did all this for me?" Bakugo asks, looking back and forth between you and Kirishima.

"Of course, Kat. You deserve to be spoiled! Come on, dinner is ready." You take his hand and lead him into the kitchen, pulling out his normal chair at the table. Kirishima follows, helping you prep three plates of food and delivering them to the table. After you place Bakugo's plate down in front of him, he grabs your face and tugs you back into his bubble to kiss you.

"Thank you," he whispers, nuzzling your nose before letting you go. He repeats then sentiment to Kirishima as well, giving him a peck on his forehead before he joins the table. "Both of you."

The three of you devour every bite of dinner - it turned out absolutely fantastic, ending with Bakugo asking you for the recipe you used for the salmon. That's the highest compliment coming from him, knowing that he's going to take the original and hit the ground running with a version of his own.

"One more thing for you, Kats!" you exclaim, grabbing the gift bag from the counter. Bakugo takes the present from you, rustling through the orange tissue paper. When he pulls out the brand new gardening tool kit, including some vegetable and flower seeds, his eyes sparkle with delight.

"I know you more than likely have a set already, but it never hurts to have a back up!"

Bakugo sets the bag on the counter and scoops you into a tight hug.

"Thank you, princess. I appreciate it."

Kirishima struts over, patting him on the back. "Maybe our little goddess here could help you plant the new seeds! Now that you have two sets, you could teach her how you tend to the garden."

"That's a great idea, Red. We can start soon with spring in full swing."

You couldn't be happier with how the day turned out. Seeing Bakugo's smile is all you ever wished for. He was glowing for the rest of the night, giddy over the idea of teaching you all about his gardening ways in the coming weeks.

Safe to say, it was a successful birthday.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — recipe for the salmon cause it made my mouth water! i also wrote this in a frenzy so i hope it still is quality haha ✿ wildflowers; @maddietries @smolbeanzzz @camila2201 @lik0 @pixel4ffecti0n @moonlight-dreamer04 @lumi-cent @pastelbakugou @hannahk @camryn-ciel67 @c4prisuna @perfectsukii @screechingpeachdelusion ↶ | previous entry (twisted in bedsheets) ↷ | next entry (stitched muses)

[leosxrealm]

ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴꜱ

pairing(s): Sebastian Vettel x male! reader

warning(s): fluff! fluff! fluff! (no surprise angst... i promise)

(a/n): seb and reader are way youngerrrr in this (around late teens) you can think of this as college au! just wanted to write a little something

!not proofread!

"Teach me that," Sebastian blurts out. He was sitting on a bean bag in the corner of your room, reading a book. "Hm?" you look up, "What? Guitar?"

He nods, raising his head to look at you. You quirk a brow, a little surprised by his sudden interest. Your heart warms at his simple request. Your boyfriend probably didn't even realise how his interest in your hobby affected you.

You smile at him. "Come here," you gesture him over. You were sitting on your bed, lazily playing some random tune on your guitar. 

You prop up the pillows properly, leaning against them as Sebastian comes near the bed. He just stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to sit. You laugh at him; with that sharp tongue of his, you forget that he can be cute as well (sometimes).

You pat the space between your legs, a shit-eating grin plastered on your face. He just gives you a 'are you serious' look in return. "Come on. Whatcha waiting for?" you say, a cheeky smile still present on your face.

He rolls his eyes, slowly sitting down, making sure you don't pull some stupid shit on him. He leans on you, his back to your chest, making himself comfortable. You curl an arm around his waist, pulling him closer to you. 

He gives you an accusing look. "What?" you say, feigning a confused look. "How else am I supposed to teach you?" that smile said otherwise.

You place the guitar on his thigh, guiding his hand towards its neck. You put his fingers in position, before slowly plucking the strings. You pass on the pick to him, letting him do the same. 

A smile makes its way onto his face, his eyes glued to the guitar. You rest your head on his shoulder, your own eyes glued to him. You teach him a different note, helping him where he needed help.

You lean down, placing a small peck on his neck. It seems to have taken him by surprise because he accidentally plucked the wrong string. The tips of his ears burn red when he feels you smiling against his skin. 

He slaps your leg, a (fake) scowl on his face. "Don't do that," he says, and the way he did reminded you of an angry cat. "Sorry," you chuckle, placing a kiss on the side of his head. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, you did not look sorry.

The rest of your evening was spent teaching Seb how to play the guitar (and shamelessly flirting with him).

---

++ Bonus ++

"I shouldn't have let you play for that long. It was your first day too," you murmur against his shoulder. Lifting up your head, you move to rest it on your pillow, the lower half of your body thrown lazily across his.

You reach for his hand. He lets you. Bringing it between your bodies, you rub his knuckles softly with your thumb. "Sorry," you say as you bring his hand to your mouth, placing small kisses on his fingers. 

The both of you had lost track of time; you don't even remember how long the both of you were at it. You didn't see them before, but when Seb had cupped your face to kiss you, you could feel them all over your cheeks. The guitar strings had left blisters, and you felt really bad because you're the one who let him play for that long.

"Mmm..." Seb lets out a sleepy hum. He opens his eyes ever so slightly, moving his body, he lays on your bicep, using it as a pillow. "Love you." Seb didn't care about mundane things like blisters, they'll go away eventually, that moment you shared wouldn't.

You plant a kiss on the top of his head, closing your eyes and snuggling into him, "Love you more."

[hopeluna]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — Barista!Izuku Midoriya

♡! hope's notes: this is 50% unrealistic and 50% self indulgent. Tell me what u think lol <3

It's 7 in the morning when you realise that you're truly, utterly fucked.

You try to convince yourself that it was really your alarm's fault for not waking you up. Because now you are desperately trying to shove everything in your bag, while chewing on the world's driest granola bar and make your way out of your apartment.

You do the calculation in your head as you make your way down the stairs, trying not to trip. Your class is supposed start at 7:15, so you have approximately 5 minutes to get a much needed cup of coffee. And then you need to make run for your class which is 15 minutes, hoping to whatever deity that you'll reach there in 10 minutes.

A groan of frustration escapes you on the sidewalk at the utter slow pace the lady is moving in front of you, talking animatedly on the phone.

You've been late to class enough times this entire week that you're convinced your professor is going to shoot you in the head today. The first thing you notice in front of the cafe is how cute and cozy it looked. Like something straight out of a rom-com set.

There were small little coffee shops like this scattered through almost every road corner outside the campus. Coffee shops, cheap diners and stationaries all looking out for their target customers, drained college students.

This particular coffee shop, you had realised one day talking with your friends, was new and untouched by your hands. You knew that logically it wasn't a great time right now to experiment newly opened shops, no matter how much your friends had been praising the place but you were already late, and the decor and smell of roasted coffee beans seemed too appetizing to pass up.

The gentle chime of the bell at the entrance almost made you forget that your life could possibly be on the line in less than 10 minutes. Your shoulders loose some tension at the faint but noticeable fragrance in the air, the smell of coffee and the muffled sounds of students clicking away on their computers, couples chatting away in excitement and the sound of the workers behind the counter.

Oh yeah, you were definitely forgetting about class for some minutes.

Tapping your fingers to a random rhythm, your eyes immediately go to the cheapest drink on the big menu overhead the counter. Being a college student, you weren't really raking up the big bucks and would rather like to be able to afford instant ramen in the future.

And that's when it happened.

You swore that you almost went blind for about 2 seconds at the absolute beaming, sunshine-filled smile the barista gave you. The simple words "what can I get for you today?" suddenly sounded like the most holiest piece of angel music coming out of his mouth. He was cute, like a lot, with lush green curls falling messily atop his head, freckles doted like stars across his cheeks. You briefly registered the small "Midoriya" name plate attached to his shirt.

"Um, e-excuse me?"

"Yes?"

"I- what can I get you, ma'am?"

"Your number, hopefully"

Shit. The wide eyes and the full flush creeping up on his cheeks made you almost shriek in horror, you didn't mean to say that aloud. Suddenly, the once calming air felt stifling and uncomfortable.

"Uh! I mean- no!", wincing at your own volume, you suddenly wished that the earth would just open up and swallow you whole. "You see, um, that was- a joke! A bad joke!". It took all your strength to not bash your head on the counter under your sweaty palms, cringing at yourself.

The nervous laugh that "Midoriya" let out certainly didn't help the situation either.

You felt the tension lifting off your chest when a girl came up to the counter to ask for more creamer. The next course of action was probably not your proudest moment, definitely something you would look back at and curse yourself for. In your defence, your mind felt scrambled and fried at the whole interaction, so you did the only thing your brain managed to comprehend. You ran.

A few minutes later, already at your campus, you stopped for a second for breath. The frustrated whine you let out next was met with some questioning glances your way that you could not be bothered about right now, your mind only swirling with one thing.

You didn't even get your fucking coffee.

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[buckyalpine]

Cute

I love grumpy Bucky. I love sunshine reader. This is another ridiculous fic. Does it even make sense? Tbh no. I should have a section on my master list for utter fuckery and tom foolery. 

Bucky being offended he looks cute. He’s a tough beefy muscly super soldier so how. dare. you. 

You watched Bucky carefully as he took apart his gun, his brows furrowed as he focused on cleaning the different parts, setting each piece aside carefully so it wouldn’t get misplaced (after cursing under his breath when one part rolled under the couch) Every so often his tongue would dart out the harder he focused, completely in his own world. It was adorable. 

“You look so cute” You giggled, setting your book down while he narrowed his eyes at you frowning. Did you just call him cute? How dare you. Bucky thought of himself as many things but cute? Absolutely not. 

“M’not cute” He mumbled, internally retching at the word, shaking his head while you rolled your eyes, ignoring his grumpy staring. 

“Yes you are” You stated, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You grabbed your book, deciding to make yourself some tea, leaving the super soldier utterly perplexed over what the hell was wrong with you. Bucky stared at you while you getting up to go to the kitchen, he’d never been so offended. 

Bucky didn’t understand you. You were the newest member of the team, he’d only really interacted with you on missions. You never seemed to hold back your tongue, always complimenting others with random statements. You were always sweet to everyone. Smiling. Bubbly. Happy. Kind of like sunshine in a bottle. 

That didn’t excuse what you just said to him. 

Cute. 

Cute was what you used to describe puppies and ducklings and kittens. He was 6′4 with a metal arm, a trained assassin and super solider. How. Dare. You. He lifted his shirt up, inspecting his abs, all 6 of them right there. 

Cute. 

Except it didn’t stop there. 

Everyone sat together for movie night, you sat in your designated corner of the couch; everyone sitting in their favorite spots, munching on snacks, cuddled up with blankets. You smiled at the way Bucky had curled up on the large bean bag, his soft Henley stretched over his broad chest and thick arms. He snored softly, half asleep, occasionally blinking at the screen before closing his eyes again.  

“Oh he looks so cuddly!” You whispered, while Sam’s face twisted in confusion to see what the hell it was you were looking at. His eyes grew wide when he realized you were looking at Bucky, shaking his head while you continued to admire him. 

“You think the killing staring machine looks cuddly?” 

“Very much so” You nodded, draping him with a fuzzy blanket before going back to the movie, smiling when you saw him snuggle into it, falling asleep immediately. 

Bucky wasn’t sure if he dreamt someone calling him cuddly or if it really happened but he was some how more offended than before. He was pure muscle. Metal and muscle. How does one look at him and think of cuddling. 

No. 

“M’not cuddly” He grumbled half in his sleep, before burying his face into the bean bag, going back to sleep. You snickered at his antics, going back to the movie while the rest of the team quietly eyed you both. 

It didn’t stop there either. 

You sat on the stool at the kitchen island, eating some berries while Bucky and Steve walked in after training. Steve smiled at you while Bucky quietly made his way around the kitchen to get his coffee, he didn’t know why his heart started to do this weird jumpy thing around you, it was probably a defect of some sort, he’d make an appointment with Bruce soon. 

It had been a while since he shaved, his beard had grown fuller and his hair was a little fluffier. You thought it made him look soft, paired off with his size, he looked like he’d give the most warm hugs. 

“He’s like a teddy bear” You said, more to yourself but both men heard, given they both had enhanced hearing. Steve smirked to himself while you continued to munch on your snack, unaware Bucky was deeply blushing, stirring an empty mug, now utterly distracted because of you. 

“Teddy bear y/n?” Steve gave you a pointed look while you nodded. 

“Yeah, he looks so huggable like he’d give the best hugs” You hopped off your stool, making your way over to where Bucky was standing. He froze while you smiled up at him, your sweet face making his insides melt. Wait, since when did he think your face was sweet- “Look”

“Y/n, I don’t think thats a good-

Before Steve could finish, you walked over, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s waist, resting your head on his chest. Bucky’s body moved on its own, wrapping his arms around you, enveloping you into the warmest, safest hug you’d ever felt. You lost yourself for a moment, nuzzling yourself into his chest while he squeezed you tighter, holding you close to him, secretly hoping you wouldn’t let go. 

Steve’s soul nearly left his body, staring at you both, his best friend practically rocking you while you were in complete bliss, clearly reluctant to ever let go. You soon realized you had been hugging him for longer than necessary, letting go while Steve watched you both with a shit eating grin on his face. 

“See? Good hugs” You quickly pulled back as if nothing happened, grabbing your things and leaving the kitchen. Bucky turned back to his mug, diligently stirring, ignoring the way his heart was beating out of his chest, ready to escape. 

“The mug is empty punk” Steve snorted while Bucky groaned, his cheeks pink while he filled his cup this time. What had you done to him. 

Ever since you called Bucky cute, he’s been sneaking glances of himself in the mirror. 

Was he cute?

He carefully inspected his features; if the sweetest person on the planet said he was cute then he had to be true. You also called him cuddly. And huggable. 

Ever since the team made note of your exchanges, they’ve been having a field day with it. 

“Rogers, you’ll be paired with Romanoff and Barnes who is not cute, will go with Wilson” Tony stated, snickering to himself over the way Bucky stared at him. 

“I am cute” He pouts, grabbing his gear at making his way to the jet. 

“Yeah, based on what tinman”

“Y/n said so” he shrugged, while everyone else watched carefully, wondering how much longer it’d take for you both to get together.

*****

You made your way to the kitchen, passing by Bucky and Steve, both men sitting on the touch watching some documentary on something you’d probably fall asleep to. Bucky watched you carefully, wondering what you’d say about him this time, his heart hoping you’d come and sit with them while you went to grab a snack. 

You weren’t sure if Bucky actually liked you or not, you decided to give him some space since they’d just gotten back from a mission, quietly sitting off to the side while Steve rolled his eyes watching Bucky ignore the TV, sneaking glanced at you instead. 

“Y/n, your cute cuddly huggable teddy bear’s been waiting for you to-Ooof” 

You looked up to find Bucky smothering Steve with a cushion, only to have Steve wiggle his way out, scrambling away on all fours before finding his footing and running off, cackling to himself. You felt your face heat up, making your way over and plopping on the couch beside Bucky, both of you inching closer and closer until your thighs brushed against his.  

“I-I think you’re cute too” He blushed, smiling while you tucked yourself by his side, sighing contently at his warmth. He hesitantly put his arm around you, pulling you closer, “and you’re really huggable” He pressed a soft kiss onto your cheek. “and I like you” 

You giggled, snuggling up with him, grinning when you looked up at him, his perfect puppy eyes gazing back down at you. 

“I told you, you were cute” 

Somewhere down the hall

“CUTE GRUMPY CUDDLY TEDDY BEAR AND SUNSHINE ARE FINALLY TOGETHER” 

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[immortalmsmoon]

Toge Headcanons cus i love him <3

he loves loves loves to cook.

has a really long drawn out hair care routine that takes him a couple hours to do.

really enjoys to do a deep clean of his dorm once a year and is totally the type to see something while cleaning and get so distracted for hours

sends letters to Yuta frequently and there always about the most random stuff its so funny. they get so long that sometimes he has to use three pieces of paper. he likes to send little gifts as well, and will send little trinkets like stickers he found at a cute store or a little polaroid picture of all of their friends.

he knows they can text, but he feels like sending letters is so much more personal

he does text Yuta a lot though, and usually its pictures of things he saw throughout his day like a pretty sky or a funny sign he saw while walking down the street.

his room decor is absolutely crazy

a lot of it is random stuff he found -he's a collector- and the other half of it is funny stuff he printed off or pictures of his friends.

his room is really comfy actually. he has a large collection of bean bag chairs and the LED's he has set a nice mood for his room. his friends spend a lot of time there, its like the hang out spot.

also collects shoes, and has them on display. really likes Jordans and Nikes.

really good at buying gifts for his friends birthdays. knows EXACTLY what his friends want, and always includes some sort of little gag gift or something to do with an inside joke.

he may not be able to talk, but he really likes to show how much he cares about them through his actions, and has a big habit of giving things to his friends. he's kind of like an outside cat- bringing little things to the people he cares about, but instead of bringing dead mice or birds he brings little trinkets.

even though he doesn't talk much, his voice is SO PRETTY and he is a GREAT singer. honestly, its a blessing he can't speak more because everyone would constantly be in awe of him.

[imaslutforcuddles]

ESCAPISM

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

summary | after being broken up with, you plan on being sad and lonely but others convince you sex just sounds too good not to drown in. You end up meeting someone at a bar, who you might just love forever.

words | 2k

warnings | smut (18+) oral (f receiving) fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), pinv, DRUGS (don’t mix drugs and alcohol), substances, high sex, subby reader, drunk sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare, little angst, self pity, breakup bullshit, swearing, sex jokes, bitches, arguments, mention of cheating, idiots in love, a little bit of a sad ending.

A/N | i have been living off of escapism and i couldn’t not write a fic about it, imagine meeting eddie in a hot and sweaty club... Reader is called bean as a nickname in this because it’s cute, don’t judge. Also, this has a platonic love circle with y/n, robin, and steve (although he’s not really brought up in this). Their like a lil family. I might do a part two if yall want. DON’T DO DRUGS KIDS. 18+ MINORS STAY BACK.

a little context if you care to listen                                                                          find myself in a shit position                                                                                the man that i love sat me down last night and he told me that it’s over

You shoved a box in his hands with tears streaming down your cheeks, “There. it’s all your shit, now fucking go.” 

He grunts a little but stays put, “You know i still care about you right.” 

Sighing you start to push him out the doorway and onto the cold, “Have a good life Jason.” 

You aggressively moved your hand toward the door signaling that he needed to leave, when his heavy body wouldn’t move.

Huffing as your eyes start to burn, 

“Just leave, never ever talk to me again.”

He stares at you longingly as if he hadn’t ended just fucked another girl.

“I’m sorry.”

You slam the door and smack your face in disgust, 

how could he have done this to you?

- Three weeks of sulking later -

Robin groaned, “Oh come on y/n! We have to go out and get some, or at least you. God knows how long its been since you’ve been eaten out!” 

Your eyes widened and you huffed, “Jesus Fucking Christ Robin! I’m fine!” 

She stares into your soul arms crossed and eyes squinting. 

Raising your hands in defeat you exhale the air you had held while having a staring contest with robin, “Fine, but i don’t need some random dude to make me feel better.”

Robin shrugged, “Ehhhh not sure about that, but you at least need some weed or something.”

You smile and snuggled deeper into your bestie, “Love you robin.”

She grins and looks over at you, rubbing your shoulders with her soft palms.

“Love you too bean.”

Nights with Robin had been frequent since the breakup. It would start the same very time too, you’d call sobbing about him or about your depression and she’d show up at your doorstep with open arms. 

Things would be so different without Robin, you can’t believe you have a friend as amazing as her. 

-

dumb decision

The next day you saw her, she came in with a wide mischievous smile and two occupied hands, holding with clothes fit for a prostitute. 

“Robin what the fuck is that?”

She shrugged, looking from the outfits to you. 

You grasp the thin fabric if your hands, it did feel really nice..

“A little something to cheer you up? We can look like hot chicks, maybe fuck, maybe get some free drinks.”

You hesitated, free drinks.. 

“Alright fine.”

-

and i’m out on the town with a simple mission,                                                        in my little black dress,                                                                                            and this shit is sittin

So here you are, sitting in the back of the club holding a glass of champagne waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet and fuck you into oblivion.

As much as you didn’t believe in fairytales, this might as well be one. 

You scoff as a girl in your ‘friend group’ makes some lame joke about being horny and ready to party, and Robin hands you a joint and leans down to the shared table you were sitting at to snort another line. 

You take a long hit from the shared joint, “This is so fucking depressing.” 

“Maybe it wouldn’t be if you weren’t such a slut.” 

Some other girl across from you shouts over the music blasting around you, 

“What the fuck did you just call me?” 

Your face starts getting hot, you did not leave the comfort of your house just to get hated on by some random friends that Robin met up with at a shitty club. 

“I called you a slut. I mean come on, you got cheated on. It seems like you were too slutty for poor Jason.”

She grinned and you took another long hit. 

Damn can this shit start working?

“Do you even hear yourself? Your a fucking dumbass. So stop running my energy your not even worth it.”

Her smirk disappeared as your face stayed unfazed and stoic Your getting fed up with these girls around you. 

How did she even know his name? Bitch probably fucked him too.

Grabbing your glass, you got up and headed to the bar for some more liquid courage.

“If the drugs won’t fucking cooperate maybe the alcohol will.” You groan.

Walking up to the bar you had almost wished you stumbled a little. To at least show your a little high, but no.

“What do you want?” A bartender grunted to you, if you weren’t so done with people’s attitude you might have actually cared that he was grumpy. 

“The strongest shit you have.”

He took a deep sigh and smiled, “I’m sorry i was a bit rude there,”

You shook your head, “It’s all good buddy.” 

He grabbed a glass and a bottle of what looked like a mix of Spirytus and tonic, you tut and grin. “What makes you so sure i wouldn’t like something sweeter instead of tonic?”

Looking up at you he chuckled, “You don’t look like a sweet type.”

Putting a hand to your chest you fake a sniffle, “I’m offended. I’m totally the sweetest person you’ve ever met,” you pause waiting for a name. He smiles realizing why you’re not continuing, “Eddie, my name is eddie. What about you sweet stuff?” 

“Aha funny, i see what you did there.”

When you finally tell him your name his face softens, “That’s a beautiful name, it suits you.”

Eddie reaches for your hand, “Would you like to hang out with me after my shift?” 

You squint your eyes, “That depends.” 

His face contorts, he’s confused. 

“On what sweetheart?” 

Smiling you put your other hand on top of his, moving in closer to him. “On how quickly you can finish serving everyone else and start serving me.”

You grin while he just stands there awkwardly, “You don’t understand what i’m saying do you?”

Eddie awkwardly chuckles and shakes his head.

“Not in the slightest.”

Smiling, you reach for his collar to pull him onto your lips. You feel him tense up but soon relax and kiss back, “You don’t have to kiss me just because I kissed you.”

He smiles at your concern, “Don’t worry,”

Leaning in as close as he can from across the bar counter, he pecks your lips again. 

“I wanted to.”

Watching him grin as he writes his number down on a nearby napkin and slides it over to you just makes you even more horny. 

“Text me, I get off at one.”

You tuck it in your bra and smile, “Oh, I definitely will.”

He nods and walks off to serve more people, “Can’t wait sweetheart.” and you watch him the whole time. You watch as his arms flex while tossing around drinks, you bite your lip as he smiles at other customers. 

You would have watched him the whole night but robin eventually found you staring, all alone and took pity on you.

“You look fucking depressing,”

Scoffing you get ripped from your spot on the stool, “I’m good right where i am robin.” 

You wish that you would start to slur your words a little. I mean, it would make sense after all the glasses of alcohol you’ve been inhaling.

“Alright, let’s get you home.” 

Robin may have come to get wasted, but she doesn’t want you to regret your decisions more than you already do now.

She slid her hands under your slick armpits and held you up by your waist, thinking that without her you probably would have fallen straight on your face.

 And yet, you were fine without her. 

Scoffing to yourself and shaking your head, you push her away. “Just because i’m not with him anymore doesn’t mean i need you to take care of me!” 

You could tell Robin didn’t expect you were somewhat sober, she thought you were just wasted like all her other friends. But she shakes off the hurt and surprise in an instant, she knows what you’re doing. 

“I don’t think that you should be yelling at the only person who’s here for you.”

She walks away with a huff and leaves you alone. While, you frown and turn away to look at eddie. Who is still serving anyone with the flick of a wrist. 

“Hey! Eddie.” 

He turns to you and smiles mouthing a hello back. 

When you wave at him to come over, he can’t help but feel a growing buz at the bottom of his stomach. 

“What can I help you with sweetheart?”

“Your shift is over.”

You watch the confusion fall over his features, “I thought it ends in thirty-” Smiling, you grab him by the collar and pull your lips to his ear. “Your shift is over Eddie.”

He almost purrs at the way your voice whispers his name.

~

You push him against his bedroom door and moan into his mouth, “Mfmh Eddie.”

Eddie smiles at your whining and flips the two of you around, pushing his groin to yours. The making out only stops for a second as eddie pulls at your shirt, you grin and help him take it off.

Harsh puffs are pulled out of your mouth when Eddie latches his lips to your throat, sucking red spots all over it. 

“Agh,” You pant and pull him closer to your neck, and push your center towards his own.

“I need you Eds.” 

He grunts and pushes you onto his bed, grabbing his belt and ripping it off his pants.

You start to drool watching him undress, his body was lightly toned but oh so beautiful. 

As you start to reach for his dick he stops you and sighs, “As much as i’d love for you to touch me, I need to be inside you.” 

He grips your dress and pulls it off you in an instant groaning at the way your panties were drenched in your juices. 

“Is that for me?” 

You whine and shake your head. “It’s all f’ you Eds.” Pushing your head back you moan as he puts his fingers on your clothed core. 

He chuckles and rips your panties off, pushing a finger in between your folds and huffing at how warm you were. 

“A-ah Eddie!” Your body shakes at the sudden contact, and he pushes the finger inside you making your eyes widen and back arch. 

“Mmh is my sweetheart sensitive?”

You whine as he sticks another finger inside, pumping in and out slowly. 

“Eddie more please!” You beg and plead as he just stares down at you with a smile. 

He nods and smirks, “Whatever you say sweetheart.”

Eddie moves closer to you and starts to lick your clit. You just about cum then, but continue pleading for more. 

“Please, please, please!”

Soon enough the licks turn into sucking and slurping. As if he was a man starved, Eddie eats you out like a meal. Your back arches even more when you start to feel a coil in your stomach building up. As if he heard you, Eddie sucks on your clit harder and it snaps.

Your body shakes and your thighs close around Eddies head as he continues licking you through your orgasm. 

Eddie then comes up for air, as he smiles and huffs. “Your pussy tastes fucking amazing.”

With a whimper you pull his body closer to yours and reach down to grasp his cock, “Need you.”

He almost growls as you pull out what you wanted most and stroke it, “Damn sweetheart, your hands are soft.” 

You chuckle and help position him so he can push in comfortably. 

When he does finally fuck you it’s slow and soft. At first, you thought it was just going to be sweet until he started speeding up and pushing in harder.

As you moan he just pistons faster and rougher.

“You like that sweetheart?” He grins when you moan loudly in response, not being about to give a worded answer. 

You can feel his shaft getting harder as he gets close to release. 

Eddie grunts and huffs, pushing as fast as he can into you. 

“Ugh sweetheart i’m gonna cum!”

He reaches down to your clit and rubs, as you writhe and squeal gripping his shoulders. “Oh, Eddie!”

The both of you reach your peak together, hands pushing against each others bodies. 

When Eddie comes down from his high, he gets up and grabs you a towel wiping his cum off you. 

“Here you are sweetheart.”

He smiles and gets in bed next to you trying to hold you close, but when you feel something other than lust for him you push away. 

“This was just a hookup, an escape. Okay? Nothing more.”

Eddie frowns, but nods moving away from you. After a couple minutes of silence, you decide it’s too hurtful to just stay when you’re trying to convince yourself you aren’t good enough for him.

“I think I should just go.”

[katsukikitten]

the second addition to a little series that will just be random moments in a bit of a chronological order? anyway enjoy sako and descriptions of drinks and desserts lmfao Sako is in his late twenties as is reader

Sako finds himself returning to this cute little dessert cafe just between territories. This is the only place that makes his latte perfect each and every time. He's noticed that it's only you who makes it right, finding himself in a bad habit of trying to sneak into the shop to see who's working.

Long fingers grabbing at the brass bell overhead to keep it from alerting the staff that normally had their backs to the door around this time. They'd be too busy focused on cutting the fresh sweet rolls and pastries into perfect sizes to freshen up the case.

Sako had seen an Instagram post from your cafe this morning about some purple iced coffee, dyed with what could be blueberry or taro just light enough to show off the moon and star shaped ice.

The post popped up just in time to give him a good enough excuse to return to your cafe so soon and Inugami did suggest that Kota “try talkin to her!”

Sako figured changing his coffee order counted.

Thankfully it's you behind the counter. Humming softly, apron strings amplifying your figure and suddenly Sako is swallowing thickly.

He noticed you the first time he came in, your customer service voice was bubbly and friendly and then when you laughed at something that bum ass coworker said, it was loud, unashamed and genuine.

Contagious as he found himself smiling down at his latte and swiss roll slice those few months ago and since then he's been back for more than just the perfect latte.

He should say something, should alert you that he's present and watching you. Humming along with the radio that plays overhead, setting some of the cakes on long platters. Rolls sliced perfectly, pastries dusted in powdered sugars and small personal sized cakes iced beautifully. Sweet puddings with colorful macarons gently tucked into the vibrant sweet.

He could watch you work methodically all damn afternoon and he was certain you wouldn't be the wiser.

But then the thought of any one else, of any other man, getting to stand where Sako stood taking in your most candid moments makes him grit his teeth.

“I heard you make cute ice.” His voice cuts through the silence and startles you, it's cute how you flinch.

Damn near jump out of your skin, almost lose the cookie you were placing in the sweet dessert. Slowly turning around with the plastered smile on your face that falters when you see him.

It's like he looks extra handsome today with the sun still flooding in behind him, making a halo of his ombre blonde hair.

He dresses like a businessman but you know he isn't, between the time of day he pops in, the way his eyes burn into your skin, the golden earrings he wears, how his knuckles are scabbed or bloodied and the bruise blooming on his jaw says otherwise.

But men had all sorts of hobbies didn't they?

“Sako.” You sound relieved that it's him but then it's like you've caught yourself, clearing your throat, “Ah, right? Sako-san?”

“Yea.” Is all he offers, the two of you staring at one another for a moment before you grab for the portafilter to pack with grounds, “Like the helpful fox on the cup.”

You go rigid for a moment, manicured finger hovering over the button to grind the beans with your back mostly turned to him. He doesn't see you open your mouth to utter your apology.

“No latte today.” He watches you deflate for a moment.

“Oh.” It comes out soft, dejected, shoulders hunching before you start to stand straight again. Turning around to give him a pinched smile you save for more of the rude customers “What would you like today sir?”

An odd feeling sits in your stomach, chasm yawning open in a heavy reminder that you didn't know this man at all. How could you? You knew his family name, not his given, and only because you have to ask in order to write it on the side of a fucking paper cup.

Almost pathetic of you to fall for a stranger and imagine that you'd know that he wouldn't like anything other than a latte.

“I wanna try this.” His voice brings you back to the moment, his phone held out in your direction with a drink you'd never seen before. You think you'll correct him, that this purple drink isn't served here until you glance down at the handle under the post.

That damn asshole posted the picture too soon, the owner said they wouldn't have the stuff on hand for another week aside from the ice.

Sako watches your face fall, watches your brow furrow and your pretty lips snarl. You look mad, furious even, as your eyes bore into the screen.

Kota thinks he likes it.

Just as quickly as it happened you collect yourself, full customer service mode.

“Aw Sako-san I'm sorry but that post was put up too early. We don't have the ingredients for it.” You make an apologetic face before you get an idea, “But maybe I can make you something else.”

You move to flip on hot water, stopping just before you hit the switch, “Oh your dessert?”

Jeans tight around your ass and thighs, shirt riding up to show off the small of your back as you pause on tiptoes as his eyes wander back up to your face as you're turning to glance over your shoulder to him.

A perverse thought enters his mind, one he struggles to push away as the answer sits on the tip of his tongue.

“You.” His answer slips out anyway, floating between the two of you as you wait patiently for him to finish his sentence, he blows air out of his nose playfully when his shameless flirting doesn't land, “You pick.”

Barely saving himself although you cannot tell a difference in his tone. Smiling as you begin to formulate a plan. Flipping on the kettle as you searched for something on the top shelf, grabbing for two jars. One filled to the brim with small dehydrated flower heads and the other a finely crushed dark blue powder. The final thing you disappear into the kitchen for, a small curse echoing around the space before you grab for the edible glitter.

In the meantime the kettle flips off before it screams, water the perfect temperature as the light turns green patiently waiting for your return.

Which you do quickly now with a glass teapot in hand, scooping out one teaspoon of those dried flowers. Soka can just see you scrunch your face as you ponder something before deciding to add another scoop.

The tea steeps into a deep and rich midnight blue as you work to pop the star and crescent moon ice from their molds. Refilling the brightly colored silicone before gently placing it back into the freezer, scooping what you've just popped into a glass.

Next is the sweetened milk, adding a bit of the blue pea flower and some of the edible glitter, stirring until it is a few shades lighter than the base tea will be. Steaming it to perfection before you first pour the steeped tea and then the milk on top to watch them meld into one another like a swirling galaxy.

Triumphantly you set it on the counter, ready to call his name before you pause as you realize you've forgotten his dessert.

Staring into the case for far too long, worried the drink will settle too much before you can get it to Sako san. Fingers twitching as you think of the flavor profiles, everything in there would be far too sweet and make the milk tea seem bitter.

Not to mention nothing would look aesthetically pleasing next to it anyway.

The drink was like a late summer night in the countryside where you could see the stars winking back and you. That's when it hits you, that experiment the owner wanted you to work on for the upcoming festival season.

“Oh I hope it's set!” You speak aloud, closing the dessert case door as you rush again into the back where the air was cooler to keep confections from melting. Hoisting open the walk in door with desperate pleas, “Please please please!’

Peeking to see if that dessert gelatin had finally set in their large round mold, anxiety prickling the nap of your neck as you tap one to see if it was ready.

It jiggles slightly in its container but nothing that indicates it could fall apart from just looking at it wrong which gives you some hope. Grabbing the single mold that sat next to the only other one you made before you blindly reached for a plate.

Without second thought flipping it over and it slides out looking as beautiful as you hoped it would, rushing to get it to Sako before the ice melted in his drink.

Setting them down in front of him giving him the service he normally dreaded but from you he wouldn't mind.

“A special dessert for a very special guest.” You giggle, holding the tray to your body when the bell chimes over head pulling your attention to the new customer that you greet. Turning to Sako before you depart, “It's like a taste of summer.”

He looks down at the perfect setting even down to the smaller details like his fork and napkin. The fork is one of those small golden three pronged ones, dainty with a scalloped handle, the napkin a dark blue that almost matches the drink and dessert before him.

He's never had a gelatin like this before, deep midnight in color, shaped like a cut in half sphere and the top of the globe had glittering golden and silver brusts of fireworks.

Kota will never understand how you made this so beautifully as he snaps a picture of the setting to post to his secret dessert account that had a cult-like following with no caption or tagged location.

He takes a sip of his drink first, the sweetness is just subtle enough that it doesn't over power the earthy lemongrass flavor and compliments it quite well. Refreshing and light despite it being a milk tea which was more known for their sugary flavors.

Next is the jelly, debating if he even wanted to destroy this work of art before he gently plunges his fork all the way to the base, sure to grab some of the whitish pink fireworks.

The flavor explodes on his tongue and he tilts his head back from his pleasure. Peach and lemon grass dance across his taste buds tied together with the softest hint of cream. He realizes the peachy flavor comes from the firework while the earthy profile comes from the jelly itself. You must have used butterfly pea tea for both.

To say Kato was impressed was an understatement, he'd yet to find anyone to make that tea taste like anything other than nothing or straight grass clippings. Yet here you were with your timers and steady hands crafting the most summery refreshing thing he's ever had.

His phone vibrates on the table, a notification on his latest posts as people ask where they can find the delicious dessert.

Sako replies to someone for the first time in the five years he's had his account.

I'm not sharing this one, she's my little secret.

[gumballavocadoharry]

Estrangement:

*This is a POV of you and Harry's daughter Kaitlin. Yn= you and ofc Harry is your husband. Mentions of mistreatment towards their child. Not physical abuse but emotional neglect and somewhat abuse I guess.*

The wind shoved up against my curtains and the open window that let out a surreal glimpse into the real world. The California cotton candy sunset flashed it's colors in the sky, as the darkness of the soon to come night sky would befall it all. There I laid in bed, on my laptop checking out the Instagram friends I had for over the 2 years since I finally decided to create an account. I never posted anything, but it was an escape from the inhabitable environment of home.

Ah to be the middle child-the second to the oldest that was adored and loved by all the family. That was Kimberly. Our parents started the trend of naming us all with the letter K. Kimberly, Kaitlin, Kylie, Kameron and Kristopher (My brothers) and youngest named Kira. All six of with the letter...K. Although despite my name with the familiar syllable...that still didn't make me fit in.

Kimberly had her honors, her trophies hung up as prized possessions for achievements inside and outside school, Kylie had her art that she drew, even having an art wall put into her bedroom because....why not? Then the twins had their sports, the athletic side that earned them several trophies and praise from mom and dad, and then there was Kira. The baby of the family...she didn't have anything except cuteness that came as a surprise to everyone when the twins turned 6. She didn't have to work hard for attention, it came to her whether she wanted it or not.

Then there was me. In everyone's shadow. I liked poetry...I wrote some whenever I could find inspiration...but that didn't matter to anyone. My parents could care less. Kira appreciated it, so I would always doll out time to write about a mystical pony in the sky or a rainbow spotted cheetah that ran on the stars nighttime dust just to have a moment with the little girl before her bedtime.

My hair abruptly blew from the evening breeze that signaled it's reign. I typed away on the keys of my stone colored laptop, hoping one of my friends was up to chat. It wasn't often this peaceful in the house besides my bedroom, where laughter filled the hallways or the downstairs, or screams and cries echoed throughout bedrooms, mostly by the screaming toddler that didn't want to go to bed while all her siblings stayed up into late hours. That's where I'd come in with a story that sent little Kira right to sleep, hugging her stuffed moon pillow with the cutest little innocent face on it. Mom and dad never appreciated my efforts in putting my sister, their child to sleep. Almost like I was the ghost haunting the house just doing random deeds that no one felt the need to acknowledge.

Except for Kira, I was alone. The earthy sky and the now booming stars showed as my nightly companions if I happened to be up into late hours like tonight.

No reply from the instagram friends. The internet people from behind a screen that could live a thousand miles away from the scorching California summer, that despite the burning temperatures, still managed to give that bohemian summertime aesthetic all year round. Fall was a favored season of mine mostly due to the summer's temper finally cooling down for the year where sweat jackets were all anyone needed to step a foot outside.

My brown strands that were mixed with a honey blonde, laid neatly on my shoulders as I contemplated going downstairs to grab a drink. Maybe I'll be able to strike up a conversation with Kimberly about what type of tricks I can use to get the professor to lighten my load in my assignments. I was just kidding myself....goody two shoes will run to mommy and daddy and spill the beans, leading to a stern lecture about being honest and doing what's required of me in all I do in school despite never having the help I needed.

But to my luck, school was almost over and soon I'll be able to apply for a job that will land me into a steady track of a good income. I can say that I did this all by myself. My dad. The college professor at one of the most prestigious schools in the country couldn't even lift a finger to help me with any work even when I've asked. Long nights spent at the library, studying through every English literature book I could find is what pushed me up to the top tier. My mom being no better was a nag. She nagged me about nothing being done right with my chores all because I was 'studying' too much and was actually talking about me wanting to drop out.

I pushed them all away and forged a path on my own with the help of ambition and black coffee on those all nighters. I decided against going downstairs and just focused on my poetry. Little footsteps crawled through the mellow lit hallway and a soft knocked appeared on my door.

I carefully tiptoed to the door and spotted my little sister, sucking her thumb and finally suckling out about how she wanted another story read. I rubbed my strained eyes with some upcoming dark circles growing under them like a raccoon and invited her in. She took a seat on my bed as I read to her from a book of my poems that I had made myself. 

Kira giggled as I imitated the voices of the characters I had imagined for them. "And then the big horse said-"

"Kira what are you doing out of bed!?" Mom came in, eyes instantly reverting to me as if I had somehow forced Kira out of bed to listen to my somber poems filled with deep angst and bitterness that I dare not squawk out to dispassionate family. Not even Kira knows the depths of emptiness I feel from a day-to-day basis from the excruciating nonchalant parents I have that force me to swallow myself whole and shield myself yet at the same time whenever I can feel disapproval coming on strong. Only me, never Kim, Kam, Kris, Ky or Kir thank goodness. I couldn't bare my youngest sister going through the pains of not having someone. And when I'm gone, I dread to see just how much of that nightmare is true.

Mom swept Kira off the bed like dust being swept in a dustpan and sweetly carried her back into her bedroom. But not before letting me have it, like she saw me as some villain trying tear apart her family. "Kaitlin! You are not supposed to disturb your sister when she's sleeping! You know better!"

"It's okay mommy, I went into her room," Sweet Kira insisted. "It's okay honey, let's just get you back to bed." The woman's eyes diverted themselves back to me. This time with more coldness. "You stay in your room and be quiet. I don't want to hear a peep from you." She sneered. She whisked Kira away and that was that. I listened closely by the doorframe of my bedroom, only to hear exaggerated kisses coming from Kira's bedroom. A smile snuck itself onto my face somehow, maybe for the sake of Kira getting all the love she deserves.

Coldness covered my back like a blanket, as I could see mom leaving Kira's room. She stared at my room with a deep glare before continuing on downstairs. I quietly got up and went back to my bed, staring at the half read story that was written for Kira. My eyes gazed back to the stars that had now showed themselves with their yellow glares that shined down on my hazel eyes. One day....it'll all be over. I tucked myself into bed after doing a french braid and laid back in the purple and gray covers that kept me warm until dawn. My opened window still let in that summertime breeze that swished the sweat from my head and the tears from my eyes.

Then darkness. I was asleep.

I woke up to the sun glaring through my bedroom window, it's fumy glow rested on my face as nature's alarm clock. I rubbed my tired eyes to notice the window was still open from last night. The fresh morning dew air tickled my nose as it swirled around the sunlight sherbet sky. The curtains swung back and fourth to the rhythm of the wind that captured a cool breeze into my room that made it less sufferance than yesterday's furious heat that left everyone's tongues out panting like a dog.

I made my way downstairs, finally getting ahold of some orange juice before the breakfast rush came in. Peace and quiet, my personal serenity from the other seven residents living in the perfect big house on a white picket fence hill. I swallowed harshly at the thought and continued pouring my orange juice into a big glass cup with pretty little designs on it. I sat in the kitchen nook taking in the summer morning that allowed me my peace and happiness even if it was to be temporary.

I closed my eyes and let my mind take me into my safe space, my personal little bubble that kept me sane, happy and wanted. Bouncing on bubbles type of happy, sunflower kiss happy, swimming in a bed full of lavenders happy. I breathed taking it all in, letting my brain fill with all sorts of dreams. Maybe I could catch them if I just....

The atmosphere changed. Dad had entered the room...I could feel it. The deep dive I had taken into fantasy world, was now tethering me back up to the main land. The somber reality of it all. 

I opened my eyes, only to be met with distant and cold green ones that were so close, yet so far away. Hm, reminds me of Kristopher. He acted just like dad....only a little nicer. I was more accepting of his behavior because he's my brother....and siblings are supposed to tease each other right? But father's and daughters.....well dad's was more brutal...more condescending. It was inconsolable at times. The bright crimson sky had now metaphorically turned into an ugly black and grayish one filled with nightmares and turmoil. 

He didn't even say good-morning. And well neither did I so we're even. "Good morning." I said finally grasping myself from my biased rudeness. No sense for me to be a jerk as well. Still no response just a "Mhmm." It wasn't until Kim joined in that he greeted her with a kiss and a "Good morning" as usual. Once again, alienated. Pretty soon the whole crowd started coming in and I was sitting in the kitchen nook still alienated from the residents.

Loneliness engulfed me like a wave washing over sand and leaving it moist and crushed, as the pack started rolling in for the breakfast rush. I ended up making some toast, coffee and cereal and took it all upstairs to my bedroom to eat and relax. But as my luck had it, I heard my dad's voice shift from the living and then eventually to the staircase. "Kaitlin! Come here now!" He yelled with a repugnant sneer. 

I traipsed downstairs but was stopped midway by my dad putting his hand up. "What's this?" He said with a condescending tone. I looked down to see some spilled milk from when I was taking my cereal upstairs. "Milk," I answered. "I want you to come and clean this up." He finished, venom practically spilling from him lips. Dad pursed his lips and gave a strong grisly glare as I continued on down the stairs and made my way to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. As I returned, dad made me get on my hands and knees while he towered over me like a heavy rock threatening to crush it's little twigs that lie beneath it. He wanted me to feel powerless and patronized..that's where he got his second wind.

I cleaned up the mess and just took the paper towels upstairs with me to my bedroom, so I could tend to my soggy cereal and toast and cold coffee. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I took a sip from my cold watered down coffee. My small breakfast was ruined thanks to my dad who became livid over some spilled milk. I could hear him laughing it up with the rest of the family, not even caring that I wasn't to take delight in the family breakfast. I was too timid to even bother going downstairs and heating my coffee up, so I just took it as it was and left it at that.

My lips quivered as I took a bit from my toast and another from my cereal. I stomached through it and then tarnished the remains once I felt it safe to enter the kitchen. Kylie, Kimberly, Kristopher, Kameron and Kira were all the ones mom and dad seemed to truly love. The way mom flashes her natural motherly smile at them, they way dad grins as he shares his fatherly wisdom with them, encouraging them to give it their all and be the best version of themselves.

It was like seeing everyone's happiness through the eyes of a ghost. The only thing I focused on was throwing away my garbage and heating up a new cup of coffee. That's what I was getting because I deserved better. My spirits kept me afloat, through a complete tug-of-war with my heart and despondent thoughts. The beep of the microwave didn't stop anyone from their chatting, so I took my hot cup of coffee and made my way upstairs to my bedroom to drown myself in some school work. The sooner I graduated, the sooner I would be getting that job as a writer. I plugged in my headphones and drowned myself in writing my essay to send into the teacher.

Trade school was like that. But it was less stressful then college so I took that over any day, the last thing I needed was more heartache to add to what I was facing at home. My endurance was tested everyday with new and different things. I should be grateful. It's made me a stronger person I guess.

Later that afternoon, I asked mom if I could go to the library to study. I prayed she'd let me go because in her eyes, it would get me out of the house. Of course she said yes, probably thinking the same thing just in a more strident way of thinking. I grabbed my backpack and dashed out the door. The last thing I needed was another setback like the one dad gave me this morning. 

The library was finally peace and quiet. It reminded me of the tranquility of relief I felt this morning. Just me and the other 4 people scattered across the section. Disappearing for me felt freeing, no one could hurt me, no one could say anything that breaks down the brick wall that has encased me inside. I pulled a few promising books from the shelf before diving right into to a computer and finishing my studies there. My eyes moved back and fourth from the bright screen, then to the basic pages of the book. I was chiefly more focused on the book and writing notes into my online notebook to clear the clutter of having scattered flash cards or notebook pages that were trailed into different sections that after awhile became confusing and only gave me the bare minimum of what I needed.

My head was consistently shoved into a book for 3 hours straight until I decided enough was enough and that I needed to catch a break from all the studying. So I grabbed my backpack, swung it over my shoulder and left the library for some coffee. I walked along the sandy colored pathway to the nearest downtown coffee shop, only to see the line was overwhelmingly vast. The galling amount of customers was going to be too much for me to handle if I hadn't noticed the blonde haired boy serving the drinks. I quickly plopped myself in line, anxiously waiting to be served by the charmer making the lattes.

To my one in a million break, the line moved rather faster than when I had looked in the window. The varying customers left one by one out of the line with their espresso treats, while I was only three customers in from meeting fate in a green apron and a dimpled smile. My cheeks burned when I swore he made eye contact with me. These hazel eyes really captured his attention?

I was already rehearsing my order in my head for when I got to the counter as not to choke on the right words from a pretty face making direct contact with me. An iced vanilla latte with whipped cream and caramel drizzle.....and maybe one of those fudge brownies that look so delicious?

Finally was up to the line after the woman in front of me got her regular hazelnut coffee that she too impatient to drink once she was out of the line. I cleared my throat and looked confidently in the barista's eyes, despite his matching hazel ones being intimidating ample. "I-I would like an iced vanilla latte with whipped cream and caramel sauce. And a fudge brownie please." I politely requested.

The blonde haired boy typed in the order and asked if there was anything else I would like. "No that'll be all." He smiled and waited for me to hand him my card. With shaky, infatuated hands, I gave him my card to swipe. "Alrighty, you're all set." He smiled and immediately got to work on my coffee and snack. I blushed deeply as I remembered his fingers touched my hand as he took my card. I shuffled my card back into my wallet as a partial excuse to shield my face from his seeing me scarlet stained cheeks from his encounter.

Pretty soon, I saw my coffee was served right in front of me along with a packaged brownie cake and a handsome smile that farewelled me with; "Have a nice day." I smiled back and repeated those words to him before grabbing my coffee and brownie and then leaving. I shoved my phone into my pocket to enjoy my brownie and iced coffee as I walked along downtown and sight see all the different tall buildings that and the short offices that still added depth to the anomalous city. I finished my brownie, now it was just my coffee that needed my attention I sipped along to when I spotted a large building that sent phobic chill up my spine. My heart raced at an irrational but sensible speed the more I walked past it.

My father's school where he worked. Sure he was a hit with all the kids that he shared his immeasurable knowledge of life and of science with. Word on the street was Professor styles is a excellent teacher and his skills are astute! Even I had to agree with it to a perspective...dad was one very intelligent man. But a horrid father to me. I decided to suck in my hostage breath and face a very inhibit fear of mine that shouldn't even began to exist. I walked through the tall brownish red doors that led me to the highly lavish main floor of classrooms and lockers that were attached to the ornate walls. I chugged my coffee down anxiously as I wandered through the exquisite college that I felt out of place at.

My feet dared not turn to the cursed third floor, room 109 where my dad taught his classes there only to those who were desirable in his eyes...which was everyone but me. But my inquisitive brain was in full control of my feet that took me straight to the elevator, and pressed the third floor button almost as if it had some macabre pleasure in seeing myself become jaded and disgustingly humiliated from the elective situations I sometimes put myself in involving my parents. It was obvious that I just didn't have that type of relationship with them...I just didn't have it.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a still expensively decorated hallway and classroom door. My stomach grew into knots as I tiptoed down the quiet hallway nervously sipping my iced coffee to it's ending. My throat became dry and hollow and my lungs grew bitter the more my eyes darted across the different classroom door numbers.

107, 106, 108...109. 

My lips became dry and chapped as my now pale skin grew more and more white as shivers sprinted inside of me. My hands literally shook from wanting to open the door to the large college classroom styled like an auditorium just to sit in and maybe listen to a lecture from which my dad had rehearsed specifically for the class. Sweat introduced itself into my forehead as I thought about the consequences if I were to be seen by him. The embarrassment that I cause him might make his class lose respect for him which would then make him furious with me, leading to him making my life more of a living hell.

I decided it wouldn't be that bad since the lecture hall was so big, that it would be a in a million of him spotting me. Maybe, I just could ponder on one or two words that incited percipience in me. I opened the door and took a seat at the top that was hard to spot from a below point of view. I finished my coffee and listened intently to the lecture dad was giving on science and humanity.

"The human heart is a vital organ in the body that gives us life..it allows us to run and walk and jump and survive even in the most tedious situations. But what about the heart of the mind? The one that allows us to feel, to think, to see not with our eyes...but with our perception?"

I was so invested into the conversation that I didn't even realize the worst....I had been spotted.

Dad's eyes, once full of insight and deep logic...now were glacial, passionless and aloof. I swallowed hard to lubricate my throat from the tense dryness I felt all until now. Should I leave?  I wondered turning away from the gelid professor. I stood up and walked out of the lecture, not even caring what anyone else thought. They were probably too focused on the 'world's best teacher.'

I exited the school and ran as fast as I could outside, to get lost in the day-to-day of downtown. 

Back at home, I entered the house barely making eye contact with anyone and hurrying myself up to my room and locking the door behind me. I didn't come until later when I was called downstairs in a callous voice.

I demurely opened the door, stepped outside in the cold wooded floor hallway and walked down the matching icy wooded steps. There dad was sitting...waiting for me with resentment deep inside his expression. 

"Hey dad, mom says dinner is almost ready," Kristopher interrupted to my gratefulness. "Thank you bud, I'll be right there." A completely different man! So warm and gentle and was completely placated in his temper. But he switched it off when his eyes darted towards me. I came closer and sat across from him, almost wanting to intimidate him. 

"Why were you in the college today?" He said quietly with a hiss to his words. His illiberal tone made me rethink my answer that was drowning in my paralyzed throat that was dead to speak. "I-I heard your speech....I mean....I wanted to hear your speech because it was so good and I had just come back from the library and- "

"Isn't studying your own topic enough for you?" My dad sneered bitterly. "What are you taking these classes for if you can't even have the passion to listen to them?" I blinked back tears and swallowed hard as to not choke out a sob. "I don't want you doing that ever...again. Understood?" Dad looked at me with abhor, building deep in his eyes the more his eyes stared deeply into mine. I nodded before retiring to my bedroom and missing dinner that was waiting for everyone downstairs. My stomach growled harshly as the only thing I had eaten was a brownie and an iced coffee for the past few hours.

But my intemperate bitter sadness nested itself around me, as I cried into my pillow, tears puncturing wrinkles and damp spots into the pillowcase. I sobbed loudly into my pillow, not allowing room for any shallow breaths to escape my lungs that were too busy spilling out bottled up fuming emotions to care. It wasn't until a soft knock on my door interrupted my emotional fest. I doddered over to the door, wiping my face careen hoping the red eyes would be seen as an allergy.

I cracked open the oak colored door to see the little girl with the pigtails and two chocolate chip cookies in her hand, anxiously waiting for the door to open to her invite. "Hey Kira, what are doing?" "You didn't come down for dinner, so I brought you these cookies so you wouldn't be hungry."

My heart stung with hope. Someone...someone cared after everything that went on today. I meekly opened the door and invited Kira in. I shared the other cookie with her maybe as a subliminal award for caring. And because, I was deeply grateful for her generosity. As much as I tried to hide it, the sweet 7 year old noticed my teary trails and my red burning eyes of sadness. "Why are you crying Kaitlin?" She had that innocent little lisp that foiled her from saying my name in it's clearness, but I fully understood what she meant.

I sniffled, chocking back a pathetic cry as to not let a 7 year old know every painful detail, detailing the atrocious events of tonight. "Katie's very sad because she had a bad day." To put it simply. Kira nuzzled herself over to me and hugged me tightly in her little arms. Her puny little body, filled a warm sensation of love that was describable in this moment. If I could pick her up and move her with me when I go, I would no doubt about it.

After everyone had retired themselves upstairs for leisure or sleep, I snuck downstairs to the kitchen where the leftovers were stored away and plopped a reasonable portion of meatloaf, mashed potatoes and asparagus onto my plate that I heated in the microwave oven for a measly 3 minutes. I had poured a glass of lemonade and made a neat napkin with a fork and then moved quicker than light upstairs with my dinner once it was finished. 

I ate silently in my room, concentrating on each bite that I collected with my fork and hungrily shoved into my mouth. Once my dinner was finished, I set aside my plate and got to work on some more assignments. The sky was a peach rose-colored that struck awe with me. The subliminal stars appeared in the sky as the day was soon about to hand it's shift over to a mystifying night that would have more of jovial breeze than the burning summer's eve. The weather shouted California as the summer gained more reign through the months.

I still admired the way the heat itched my skin, and the way the sun slapped it's sunny glow onto my face in the morning. It just felt so earthy and sweet, refreshing as I would say taking a walk into the woods where the sun played peek-a-boo behind the tall lanky trees and that ignited the gentle birds to tweet their song like melodies with such grace.

A prompt I had used for my writing assignment earned me a meritorious A+. I remembered the last time I had showed my parents an A+ I had received from a class, their reaction was that of a nonchalant wind blowing the green grass in the midday. "That's nice Kaitlin." Mom said with distance. "Nice." Dad had barely looked up from his cell phone. That was more important. "Had I offended them?"  My 6 year old mind thought. But no, that was just their initial reaction....their typical reaction.

I was used to giving myself pats on the back for a job well done or from a unwonted teacher who would praise me and give me a reward for my hard work. Usually it was those ones who showed up to my recitals, to my plays and to field day where I showed off any talent I had in those categories. I just focused on that. Not the reality of my parents shoving us all in the car to see the twin's soccer games, or Kylie's art shows or Kimberly's extracurricular college activities. I sniffled while writing the last sentence of my writing assignment. I sent it in and then logged out for the night, wanting to catch up on some well needed rest.

I woke up the smell of bacon cooking. My tummy growled as I thought about the sweet meal that was waiting downstairs. I knew I would never be apart of it, but nothing like that was going to faze me seeing at how I was only two assignments short from graduating. Everything was set, my money, empty boxes ready to be filled with every belonging I had ever owned in this room and a present for Kira. She needed it, after all....I wasn't ever coming back. Exhilaration climaxed through my body as my pins and needles tongue finally licked my lips to motivate them to open in a delighted open smile that flashed my deep dimples and my cherry sour lips.

Rent for an apartment was going to be no problem as I had already started creating my resume. All I needed was the degree that would set it all on track for me. I had saved some energy bars away in my desk and nibbled on them before grabbing my backpack filled with the most important books and raced downstairs. "Hey," I interrupted as the room fell silent. Not with grasping attention toward the speaker because of the importance of their words, but because of the murk hue that spoiled the family's breakfast. My siblings looked at me with confusion while my parents looked on with a sullen glower look. 

"Could I go to the library? I really need to study," As if they needed an explanation. Mom looked to dad, waiting for an answer. "Be back by 5....it's your brother's soccer match tonight." I nodded gratefully and escaped the house as they continued their lovely meal. In a feeling a nostalgia, I practically skipped to the library for the last time in a sense of studying. This was it...the moment I had been waiting for my entire life! My ticket to self freedom. Finally setting myself free from the sinkhole of my home. Or should I say current place of residence.

I hopped on the computer and completed the two assignments with such ease, that I wondered if I was really that lucky. The words; Congratulations Kaitlin! You have officially completed your course in creative writing. Your graduation date will be posted to your home page along with the expected arrival date of your diploma.

Tears...tears fell freely from my eyes looking back and fourth at the screen of my success. I celebrated with a coffee and trip to the store to buy myself a beautiful locket in remembrance of this day. 

As promised, I was home by five cautiously coming through the door, and wiping my sneakers off on the welcome mat as routine. My backpack tiredly slung over my shoulder tracing itself down to my elbow as I shut the rounded shaped blue door soundly to announce my punctual presence in the house. Confusion stabbed me as to why they would want an 'outcast' at the soccer game when they didn't even want me at the dinning room table?

I walked upstairs and changed clothing not realizing the house being suspiciously quiet. "Mom, dad? I'm home!" Those words cringed well with me. I checked everyone's bedrooms, but no one in sight. I called their cellphones, but no answer. I sat in my room, staring up at the ceiling in what to do next. The white colored plastered ceiling didn't give me any idea as to where everyone had gone. To the store maybe? 

Hours passed until the sound of the door unlocking grabbed my attention. I rushed to the stairwell to see the whole gang coming in with Kristopher and Kameron holding their trophies while being cheered on by everyone for a great game. It still didn't register with me that maybe the game started earlier and they didn't have time to call me? Or was that giving them too much of an inch? 

It was simple....they didn't want me there. 

It shouldn't have hurt by now as I already knew I wasn't part of the family, but that didn't stop me from racing back to my bedroom and crying my eyes out in my pillow again. There was no questions about it anymore....

It was time to go.

Part 2 will be posted soon!!!!!

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Hey how about some cute welcome home headcanons of Wally and co. With a human s/o who found and brought them to their house and they see their s/o playing on video games (they have a ds lite, a 3ds, a ps3, a ps4, a Wii and a Switch and a newly brought gamer laptop with some games installed) and get curious about it and want to try too and their s/o teaches them?

YIPPEE!!! Game time!

Wally Darling and Co. with a Human Reader who plays Videogames:

TW: Brief Mention of Murder (in the context of videogame violence/mystery games)

🎮 They all would be so excited to try to play videogames. They have never seen anything like them before. Well, they have seen the very early videogames, but the ones you have are so much more... MORE!

🎮 So, they all begin asking you random questions about the games you play. Who is that guy? What's a Mario? Who's MegaMan? Then, the most important question of all: how do you play?

🎮 This begins the task of teaching all of these puppets how to play various videogames, all on different consoles. It can get difficult due to their hands being different from one another. Poppy has wings and feathers, Barnaby has large paws, and Howdy has so many hands he can't decide which ones he should use to hold the remote or DS.

🎮 However, once you teach everyone how to play whatever game it is, it gets pretty fun! Especially party games or competitive ones. Watching a group of puppets get overly invested in a game of Mario Kart, no matter which game in the series, is enjoyable to watch. To your surprise, Wally seems to be the most competitive out of the group, causing you to have to teach him the value in letting others win from time to time and how bragging can hurt people's feelings. He takes that lesson to heart, though, going on to be more calm while playing.

🎮 Frank usually sticks to his own games, enjoying puzzle games, like Tetris or Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine (he claims that these two games are COMPLETELY different due to the plot in Dr. Robotnik's). He is really good at them, too! Sometimes the others will watch him play it in awe, mesmerized by the pretty colors and music.

🎮 The final big surprise to you is how much Eddie loves mystery games. He can play any game based off of Sherlock Holmes or any other mystery novel for hours. He might not get exactly what is going on, especially in games that involve violent crimes like murder, but he gets the basic concept of "find the bad guy" and using clues to do so.

🎮 Most of the others stick to multiplayer, casual party games or racing games. Poppy does love baking games, though, including flash games revolving around baking. You kind of expected this, however, due to her preexisting love for baking. Sally likes any game with flashy style and drama. Barnaby likes to play Fibbage from time to time, of course, keeping the jokes clean (mostly because none of the puppets entirely understand or are aware of adult topics and humor being... Well... From a children's show). Sally likes Hello Kitty games because of the adorable aesthetic, and Howdy likes games about... managing things? He keeps finding these oddly specific games about running stores and such. Like, a VERY specific genre of tycoon games.

🎮 Home, whose puppet you found seems to be the size of a small cardboard box, can't really play games, but it seems to like to watch you play games. It shows extra happiness when you play home care/restoration/design games like House Flipper. It also enjoys watching you play The Sims, too, which you have made a household just for the Welcome Home crew.

🎮 Sometimes, due to little accidents, things break. Since controllers are designed with human hands in mind, felt or feathery puppet hands can drop things by accident. Over time, it becomes a little rule that they should try to keep their hands as close to the floor or whatever surface is closest to their hands as possible. That way, if they drop the controller, it will have less of a chance of breaking.

🎮 They probably ask you numerous questions about subjects discussed in the games they play. They can range from "why does the dog in Nintendogs act so different from Barnaby?" to "what is murder?" Needless to say, depending on the topic, you get some very strange whiplash due to puppets asking about dark, disturbing topics. You try your best to explain, though, because you know if you don't, they'll try to figure it out on their own. Might as well be you so they don't get any misinformation or stumble upon something horrific.

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⇢ renjun as your boyfriend

pairing: renjun x reader  genre: fluff, established relationship note: happy bday to our fav lil angry bean jun <33 (also um?!?! he literally has THE BEST bf material photos istg)

your relationship would’ve probably started off as not friends but not dating in a way, whether you met thru mutuals or just naturally, the two of you would’ve felt a spark but wanted to get to know each other before actually pursuing something

renjun would’ve made it obvious but not too obvious about his feelings, enough for you to question it but not enough for you to be completely confident with your evidences

the dreamies would be ROLLING AROUND the floor in frustration, telling him to confess his feelings already and giving you the biggest hints ever with the two of you shrugging them off saying it’s too early

despite the slow burn lead up to your relationship, i feel like renjun’s confession would be rlly casual like you two would be over at one of your guys’ place watching tv on the couch cuddling and renjun would just drop it like- HUH?!

it could literally be a disney movie in the background and renjun would say “you know, that character is my favourite from that movie” and you would laugh and ask him why

“idk it’s just really cute and it reminds me of you in a way, maybe that’s why i’ve always liked you.” 

once you started dating, not much would’ve changed in your relationship ok besides from the occasional kissing and hand holding etc

i feel like he would send you little doodles throughout the week that reminded him of you

oh the way he would have the softest smile on his lips whenever he talked to you or if he received any messages from you during his schedules 

renjun would have so much care for you whether he would express it thru just random sweet sayings throughout the day like “you look pretty today” or just giving you that honey soaked smile that he has (you know the one) 

he would call you love or some sort of cute nickname and would get super happy if you gave him one too (tho wouldn’t admit it to the dreamies LMAO)

the dreamies would so tease him everytime you came over ESP HAECHAN OML which would probably end up in a bickering match between the two so nomin and mark would take you away from the scenario and have a nice civil chat

he doesn’t seem like the type to overdo on PDA but wouldn’t mind small gestures like holding hands or leaning on each other’s shoulders/lap/stomach

tho i feel like he would purposely kiss you in front of haechan just to be petty and see his reaction LMAOO

tho he doesn’t seem like the possessive type, he would get clingy towards you when schedules abroad comes up 

“imagine you came with me to Thailand that would be so cool, haha im kidding! i mean… unless??” “ok fine!! i’ll stop guilt tripping you but like just so you know i’m gonna be crying on the plane tomorrow.”

ok. renjun may be a relatively small man but do not underestimate his power/anger like if he found out you were ever mistreated in any way he will fight. like rip to whoever hurts you because jun would roast the heck out of that person (touch them and i’ll destroy you vibe)

your dates will either be aimlessly exploring the city and trying to find the best hotpot spots or food spots in general to just chill nights at your houses just enveloped in peace

you would feel so comfortable around each other, and could feel that the relationship was stable from the start

he seems like the type to communicate problems well and stress the importance of it. even tho it can be hard to communicate sometimes just in case it may hurt the other’s feelings, he makes sure to address the problem on the early stages because he cares and wants to be with you in the long run

he doesn’t seem like he would throw in this much effort for people he thinks isn’t worth his time and energy 

the best thing about dating renjun would be that you would feel at home with each other, you guys realise early on that you are each other’s rock, that you can trust each other with your lives and be each other’s driving force to become your best selves

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Characters from Harry Potter; Their love language.

Warnings: whimpering, handsy Fred (let's be honest he needs a warning) (Please be at least 16+ to continue.)

Harry Potter:

Acts of service & Quality time

Acts of service:

He would just love when you make sure he takes care of himself. He feels as if you are taking care of him, and loves it. He would always look at you lovingly when you give him his daily snack.

Quality time:

He would just be okay with you laying your head on his lap while he talks to Ron about Quidditch. Occasionally asking questions, while they answer. He would look down at you, making sure your hair is out of your face.

Ron Weasley:

Physical Touch & gift giving!

Physical touch:

Once he asked you out, he always tried to touch in some way. Thighs touching, him bringing you to lean into him, Pinky holding, anything. He would also get really jealous if anyone outside of his trusted friend group touches you. Him grabbing you while you are talking to the person that is touching you.

Gift giving:

As he always receives hand me downs, this man always will enjoy a random gift from you. Even if it is just a rock that you found that you were reminded of him.

Hermione Granger:

Acts of service & Quality time.

Acts of service:

I feel like she would just love when someone does something for her with out asking. Even if it is as little as making sure she gathers all her stuff for her next class. Maybe bringing her snacks on her long nights of studying.

Quality Time:

She would Love for when people just sit there in silence, her reading a book, you doing the same; you playing with her. She would be so weak for this!

Luna Lovegood:

Quality time!

She would love when you wander around the castle with her. Going outside and seeing all the creature. She would hold her hand every inch of the way, seeing she just wants you to be close to her.

Neville Longbottom:

Words of affirmation!

Neville is obviously a nervous bean, even after he gained his confidence. This man still gets shy when his person calls him cutes names and such. Reassuring him constantly, would also come along with it, he would just love and appreciate it.

Draco Malfoy:

Act of service & Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation

Acts of Service:

He will always enjoy people taking care of him. Remember when he drug out his arm being hurt? (I would too to be honest) He loves when people do things for him. Lunch making, cutting the correct sizes of ingredients, straightening his tie. He loves it all.

Physical Touch:

He will always find a way to touch you. Even if it completely humiliates you. Little to as tripping you, and him catching you, while you two were walking. Then he just has his arms around you, looking smug as usual that he got his way.

Words of Affirmation:

Most people don't think this but I do. I think his father doesn't really care about his feeling as parents should. So he always need those words to boost him. The way he acts around people is just a front he put up because his father's reputation.

Fred Weasley:

Physical touch & Words of Affirmation!

Physical touch:

We all know he is always touching you, bit it's to the extreme. He's always touching your hips, your thighs or your ass. He does not give a damn if anyone is witnessing either. He would just look at them while doing so, as if saying back off.

Words of Affirmation: now this man is VERY territorial. Be will make everyone KNOW that you are his. He will always be whispering in his ear that you are his just to hear you confirm it in a whimper.

George Weasley:

Words of Affirmation & Quality Time!

Words of Affirmation:

You whispering in his ear that you are his, while he's working on his and his twin's new inventions. He would just smirk back at you, while you cling on to him. You are on his back, like a koala watching what he is doing. Whispering "maybe you should do this" "oh yes, that would be great" and stuff like that.

Quality Time:

As he is always doing things with his twin, he would always enjoy you getting along with his twin. He also would enjoy you coming with ideas for pranks. He taught the ways, and sometimes he thinks you can't get any better, but everyday you prove him wrong.

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Dating the Hargreeves would include

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A/n: Guess it looks like I´m starting to write again. So my requests are open again. But trought my time and school schedule it could take some time, because I´m also having big exams comming.

Luther Hargreeves

You love hearing stories about his life on the moon. He mostly thinks that his stories are boring but you assure him that you like them.

Since he lived on the moon you are his first everything. maybe not his first love Like in everything. First kiss, first time, ... Because of that felt insecure. He tought you would leave him because of this.

He was also scared how you´d react of his condition. He kept it a secret until Diego told him to tell you.

You were shocked at first but you didn´t mind one more reason to hate his dad

He´s the biggest softy and very protective over you.

He alwyas takes you out to cute picnics.

Diego Hargreeves

Let´s say he has type: badass people

You both meet in the box club.

He teaches how to throw knives

You both are gym rats. And always competion each other.

He´s trying so hard to be the ´Alpha-Male´ but fails miserably.

You and him annoying the rest of the family with prankwars

He´s a big cocky wannabe who shamelessly flirts with anytime and everywhere.

His love language is physical touch. He´s a big sucker for cuddling and doesn´t if he is big or little spoon rigth now.

You are saving him from from stupid actions and descision he might would do.

Allison Hargreeves

Fighting with her together against rasicm (it does not matter if you´re black or white or idk)

Raising Claire together. Spoiler alert she absolut loves you.

Being always on your side. We are not supporting S3 Allison inthis household

Finding Luther weird. Not for his condition. but for hid behaviour towards your girlfriend.

Finding her power extrem cool. But after hearing that faked her whole life with her power, the first big fight began. She assured you she wouldn´t do that to you and only did it to het ex because she tought she was a failure.

You wanted to believe her but you were scared that you were also in her curse or whatever it got called.

It was suprisly Luther who brought you two back together.

Klaus Hargreeves

Spontaneous roadtrips somewhere in the world.

You are the only person who knows he´s non-binary.

You both are the funny duo everyone is annoyed of. Like recreating memes at midnight or laughing always by just looking at each other.

You´re taking his drug problemn serious and helping him to sober up.

You are his second and hopefully last love.

Going shopping and catwalking the new clothes all over the hous just to annoy his family more. The only one who seem to enjoy it is ghostie Benerino.

He tells you at random momtents how much he loves you.

Viktor Hargreeves

He had massive trust issuses at first thanks to that bitch

To his birthday you bought him a violin, so could find peace in his playing again. But he got lowkey scared to end the world again. But he tried it anyways one night. When you heard him playing it was so beautiful. Since then he plays every night for you.

You comfort him after his nightmares.

Teaching him some self-defense.

Growing from hating Luther to liking loving him. And starting to hate Allison.

He teaches you how to play violin.

You are always reading to him, because he likes your voice and it comforts him but this little bean sleps always in

Lila Pitts

SARCASM

Your realationship is full of sarcastic comments. What confussed the Hargreeves and other people.

You are the only one she trusts after hearing, that her ´mother´ killed her parenets.

You two meet, because you were her mission, but she fell for you. So your realationship started with trust issues.

Suprisly it was Five who got you both together and played wingman.

She´s very cocky, but so are you. One thing she loves about you.

Teaming together upwith Five, because he´s the only one who´s not a man-child, acording to you.

She´s saving you from stupid actions and descision you might would do.