#the dishes costumers will eat off of

[shittysawtraps]

Hello server. I want to play a game. In your hands are dirty dishes. In front of you are places to put said dirty dishes for the dishwasher. Notably there is the counter by the rinceing sink, the clean dishes cart, and the soap water sink. There is a correct place to put these dishes. Choose unwisely and the dishwasher will beat you with whatever dish they are holding.

[aureatchi]

⛇₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ SATORU SAYS: YOU’RE ON THE NICE LIST ! . . .SATORU GOJO

synopsis. you wake up to see your snow white-haired boyfriend dressed up as santa. and even better…he decides to act like him! for the entire day, gojo will give you whatever you wish for.

info. fem!reader. fluff it’s so fluffy, crack? established relationship. just gojo spoiling u tbh. kissing. he makes a dirty joke. wc. 1.2k

There were good and bad mornings. This morning would be a best morning. Sun rays overshadowing nimbostratus clouds that snowed the night previously peeked through the windows. Though the room was cold, your soft blankets were warm. You stirred in bed, tossing once until your arm subconsciously found and clung around a broad shoulder. The corners of your mouth tugged upwards in satisfaction, and you finally opened your eyes. Everything seemed so ideal, when…

“Uh…”

“Morning, baby.”

Satoru couldn’t tell if the way you looked at him right then was stomach-clenching hilarious or adorable. Regardless, he wanted your reaction framed. Your half-asleep self suddenly shook awake, jolting a few centimeters back in shock. Your eyes were wide open as you registered the sight before you.

“What the hell, Satoru?!”

“Those kids didn’t call me Santa for nothin’.”

You immediately shook your head on your palm. This idiot had actually let those thoughts get to his head. It had been a few days since you and your lover were taking a stroll in the park, where the surroundings matched the color of his hair, when a couple of boys suddenly came up to you two.

“Are ya Santa?” one of them asked.

“Look at his hair!” the other one exclaimed. “Did you shave your beard?”

“And you’re Santa’s girlfriend?” the first one turned toward you. You hesitated, but Gojo swiftly picked up for you, playing into the idea as he always does.

And now, he had actually done it. He was lying on the bed beside you, dressed as the real thing. With the beard, too.

It was your turn to laugh as you took in his entire costume. Though he actually…looked good. You weren’t sure how someone could pull that off, but he was yours, so there were no complaints.

“So, what’s the whole point of this?” you asked. “Are you just going to wear that around all day or?”

“Well, yeah,” Satoru replied. “But also, I’m literally Santa.”

“I see that, yes…”

“So that means, today, I’ll give you whatever you wish for! Because…” he pulled out his phone and opened his notes app before showing it to you.

The title was SATORU’S NICE LIST.

And under it was singularly your name.

“…It seems like my pretty girl is on the nice list!” Satoru winked. You could almost chuckle…this was actually really creative. And you kind of liked it.

“So, what does my sweetheart want first? Don’t be shy.”

“Uh…” you stopped to think. In that moment, everything you’ve ever wanted disappeared from your head.

“I can give you some ideas. I can wake you up real good with some mindblowing hea-”

“No!” you choked, flushed. “…Not right now, anyway. I’m kind of hungry…”

“What do you want, dear? Chef Satoru is right here.”

…

“This is so delicious,” you complimented as you and Gojo had your favorite breakfast and coffee. You always loved it when he cooked this particular dish.

“I’m glad you like it,” he replied. He had barely touched his food and had instead been watching you fondly. “We’re going to the mall next, so get ready when you’re finished eating.”

He smiled at the way your eyes lit up in excitement. “Okay!” you responded eagerly.

“What about you, though? Are you actually going out in that?” You pointed out his bright red costume once again, which stood out from his black apron.

“Duhh,” Satoru replied. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s comfy and warm, too.”

“Just take off the beard,” you said.

“But that’s the best part!”

“…Everyone’s going to mistake you as a mall Santa!” Honestly, he would probably like that. He would indulge in all the photo taking and signatures.

“Well, whatever my baby wants…” the Santa in disguise finally said in a sulky tone, taking off the white beard.

…

“Get whatever you want, pretty,” Gojo had told you when you guys walked into the mall. “I was going to give a budget…just so I wouldn’t go broke, but you look so beautiful today that I don’t think I can.”

You gave him a kiss on his cheek shortly after. “You don’t have to worry about me breaking the bank,” you laughed. “Because there’s only so much the two of us can carry back home!”

“I’m afraid I’ve alleviated that problem, too,” Satoru chuckled back before looking at his watch. “They should be arriving just about now…”

Looking down the plaza, you saw two familiar faces scurrying towards the two of you.

“Megumi? Yūji?”

Followed behind them more gracefully came Nobara, who already had a couple shopping bags of her own.

“Of course, Santa can’t work without his elves!” Satoru smirked, hugging both Megumi and Yūji, who were confused as to why their teacher had invited them on his date with you and was dressed up as Santa Claus.

“I’m sorry, what?” asked Megumi.

…

You (and Nobara) shopped for hours with a lunch break in between until you were exhausted, Yūji and Megumi taking your bags. Gojo’s plan had sort of worked counterintuitively because you didn’t want to make the boys suffer so much, so you didn’t break the bank in the end. All the attention was on you guys—the amount of gifts, the receipts, the white-haired man with a girlfriend…

After your purchases, you all got hot chocolate before all your things were loaded into the back of your car.

“Merry Christmas [name]-san!” the three students said in unison to you before leaving.

“Merry Christmas, thank you for helping me!” you responded.

…

“You look tired,” Satoru said as he drove, one hand on the wheel, the other in your grasp. It was already dark outside—the sun set so early nowadays.

“Shopping’s exhausting,” you yawned, playing with his fingers. “I want to go to one more place, though.”

“Wherever you want.”

“Let’s go to the beach.”

You were glad you had used one of your warmer coats today because the freezing ocean and breeze always made the beach feel so cold in the winter.

Yet the seaside looked so pretty in the evening, and you knew that though there were good and bad nights, you wanted this to be a best night. You walked through the sand, arms clinging onto Satoru to stay warm, admiring the sound of the waves and the stars that revealed themselves in the skies.

“I loved today so much, thank you,” you whispered to Satoru, even though nobody else was around. “Five stars for Santa—you checked off almost everything on my Christmas list.”

“Oh?” he asked. “What did I miss?”

“Hmm…” you replied and then looked at him.

“I haven’t gotten a kiss from you yet.”

“Of course, baby, how could I forget?” Satoru replied, tucking strands of hair misplaced by the wind behind your ears.

With the sun no longer in the sky, the ocean appeared deep and dark, but its cerulean color seemed to be replaced in your lover’s azure gaze, so full of awe for you.

Satoru kissed you gleefully, lips soft and tasting like that one sweet peppermint chapstick you loved. He paid no mind as his Santa hat slipped off, releasing the rest of his snowy hair.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Satoru said. “I choose to give the presents because why would I need anything myself? When I already have the best present of all—you, love.”

i heard gojo puts u on the nice list if u rb. rbs are cherished; they are ur christmas gift to me! <3

i hope this wasn’t too ooc! it’s my first time writing 4 gojo ‘n i haven’t acc finished jjk (i’ll b [re]watching everything soon dw lol)

tags: @kissesmellow21 @osaemu

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[blkkizzat]

ꨄ︎『Cookin in the kitchen like a pot roast』ꨄ︎

☞ ꨄ︎『Masterlist』ꨄ

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Where my bad bitches? Fuck these niggas, give them trauma Coulda fixed his life but now that nigga need Iyanla

FYI write for a female identifying perspective with no racial descriptors so all can enjoy but a lot of my fics are inspired by hip hop lyrics or culture so very much black coded. If I decide to write black reader exclusively I will call it out in the summary/heading somewhere. My works are tagged: #♋︎kizzatcookedthat & #♋︎kizzatcooks Kinktober: # ☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳

CONTENT KEY ↴  fluff = ✿ | smut = ♡ | suggestive = ➹ | manga spoilers = ⌦ | AU = ☯︎ | canonverse = ∞ | drug/alcohol= ☻ | crack fic = ꩜ | black reader = 🐈‍⬛ | dark themes = ✟ STATUS KEY ↴  completed = ✔ | in-progress/continuation = ✎

ৎ੭ JJK MEN FAV ALT FUCK KINK - M.LIST - ♡∞ | ✎

ৎ੭ Daddy & Baby - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛You get the best of both worlds from a Choji [Choso x Toji x Reader] polyship❜

ৎ੭ Sins of the Father - ♡☯︎✟ | ✔ ❛You really need to repent for tormenting Father Kento like this.❜

ৎ੭ Digimon—But Making You Cum Is My Real Hobby ♡☯︎꩜ | ✔ ❛Otaku!Gojo is a virgin and you're a slut who can't cum—a perfect match.❜

ৎ੭ Sneaky Link: 1 & 2 - ♡∞☻ | ✔ ❛When Yuji goes to sleep, Sukuna comes out to play.❜ ৎ੭ A Bumpy Ride - ♡☯︎꩜ | ✔ ❛A long miserable ride on vaycay? Why not cockwarm your bf Suguru?❜ ৎ੭ Lessons in Anatomy ✎ P1: Nerd!Geto - ♡☯︎☻꩜ | ✔ ❛Your nerdy bff Suguru teaches you how to study and squirt.❜

ৎ੭ Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛Your new bf Toji finds out his cute n' innocent gf has a filthy imagination.❜ ৎ੭ Do You Eat Pussy? - ♡∞☻ | ✔ ❛Asking a sexy stranger a wild question gets you a wild answer. [Toji x Reader]❜

ৎ੭ WFH!Nanami - ✿ ♡☯︎ | ✔ ❛You wont let your WFH husband miss his most important meeting of the day.❜

ৎ੭ YakuzaBoss!Toji - ♡☯︎☻🐈‍⬛| ✔ ❛Uh-oh! You're about to find out what happens when you ignore Yakuza!Boss Toji. ❜

For one/shots fics of JJK Men Fav Alt Fuck Kink see 'series' section above ꜛ Nuru Massage ft Choso - ♡∞ | ✔ Foot Jobs ft Geto - ♡∞ | ✔ For one shots/fics apart of Kinktober, see kizzatober m.list below ꜜ Ghostface!Choso - ♡☯︎☻✟ | ✎ (complete but epilogue/P3 coming) Werewolf!Toji - ♡☯︎☻✟ | ✔ Tricks or Treats: JJK Halloween Fluff Anthology - ✿➹∞꩜ | ✔

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ৎ੭ Kissing True Form Sukuna - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛How you gonna make this man jealous of is own hand like that.❜

ৎ੭  Intern!Reader - ♡☯︎ | ✔   ❛Being a legal intern for Nanami and Higaruma is tough business.❜

ৎ੭ Ab Riding Sukuna - ♡∞ ⌦✟ | ✔ ❛Being the personal fuckdoll of a four-armed evil monster isn't so bad if it's for a good cause.❜

ৎ੭ Objectifying Sukuna - ➹∞꩜ | ✔  ❛Dayum, Daddy what them thighs do?❜

ৎ੭ Broke&Kinky!Toji - ♡∞ | ✎ ❛No money? No problem! Best 'O' of your life for under ¥500.❜

ৎ੭ Do My Dance - ♡∞ | ✔ ❛If you throw it back this good, Toji might even pay your rent.❜

ৎ੭ Smoking with Choso  -  ✿ ➹∞ | ✔  ❛Your sweet bf deserves all the cuddles and indica blunts.❜

ৎ੭ April Fools With Toji - ∞➹꩜ | ✔ ❛Toji can dish it but he can't take it.❜

ৎ੭ Why Toji Stays With You - ∞➹꩜ | ✔ ❛Toji has yet to figure out he can't play the player❜ ৎ੭ Pussy Talk - ∞➹꩜ | ✔ ❛Your kewchie is multilingual thanks to daddy Toji.❜ ৎ੭ JJK Men x Black!Reader Bonnet Headcanons - ✿☯︎➹🐈‍⬛ | ✔ ❛Daddies are showing us how much they love us and our bonnets.❜ ৎ੭ Cult Leader!Suguru - ∞➹🐈‍⬛ | ✔ ❛Suguru called the wrong b!tch a monkey, he finna learn today.❜

ৎ੭ Choso Coded - ➹∞ | ✔ ❛How down bad he is for you after a sip of kewchie.❜

ৎ੭ Toji Lies About Being Broke - ꩜∞| ✔ ❛Taking care of a grown ass man for so long pays off❜

ৎ੭ JJK Men Getting Through TSA ❛They should really just try to drive next time❜

For headcanons apart of Kinktober, see kizzatober m.list below Why you can't watch scary movies with JJK Men - ♡∞| ✔ Slutty JJK Men Halloween Costumes - ♡➹∞ | ✔

Kizzatober '23 presents ↴  ৎ੭ m.list: Thrilling Ghouls & Smooth Criminals #☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳

ৎ੭ The Nursery - (Yakuza!Toji x Reader) ♡☯︎☻ | ✎ WIP ❛Toji on his Joe Goldberg bullshit. Lactation kinks too.❜

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023 & 2024. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

[dira333]

Big, butiful and nice - Fatgum x Reader

I have carried this idea with me for a while. This features a single Mom! Reader, so if kids aren't your thing, you don't have to read it. Pure Fluff. Tagging @missalienqueen @bbglay @pixiesavvy @itsyoursunshinebabe @marti-mp4

“UP! UP!” Chubby arms reach for him and huge eyes twinkle up at him over a row of missing teeth.

“Oh?” Toyomitsu reaches down and picks the little girl up. “Who are you?”

“Etsuko.” She tells him proudly, trying to reach for the zipper of his costume. 

“Hi, Etsuko. Where is your mommy?”

“Dead.”

He stills. Oh.

“Etsuko?!” A woman in a business suit rushes around the corner, spots the little girl and halts. “You can’t just run off!”

It’s only then that you notice him - not that he’s trying to hide in his big form.

“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Fatgum, Sir! I was just showing Etsuko the on-site childcare when she ran off! Please, let me take her, I don’t know why she bothered you.”

“Big!” Etsuko explains simply. “I can see the world!” 

“Yes, you do!” Toyomitsu bounces her once, twice and revels in her giggles. “And don’t worry, it happens.” He transfers the little girl to your arms, watches with fondness as she immediately snuggles into your side. “Your…?”

“Niece, Sir. She’s my niece. I just… uh, I just transferred this week and this is all pretty new for us, but I promise we’ll be totally professional from now on.”

“Oh, please don’t.” He laughs, waving his hand, “That’d be boring, right?”

You look a little dumbfounded. It’s pretty, he notices, when your features soften. When you’re not constantly focused on looking all-serious.

“Boss?” A voice asks from the other end of the hallway. He turns to see Kirishima, all dressed up in his costume and eager to get going. Toyomitsu nods and turns back to you. 

“I guess I’ll see you around. And Etsuko,” he boops her nose, “Keep smiling, okay?”

-

“Mr. Fatgum, Sir?” Toyomitsu looks up from his Desk and the assortment of food spread across its expanse.

You’re dressed in a different suit this time, the dull grey color of it making you look like a banker coming to collect his soul. He shivers. 

“I have the analysis. Do you want to go over it now or later?”

“If you don’t mind me eating while you talk, we can go over it now.”

You nod and slip into the chair on the other side of his desk.

You’re a professional, he can tell. You stick out of their agency like a sore-thumb, but you’re probably also the voice of reason they need the most. 

Yes, he’s on Number 58, but he’s also too slack with his employees. Lord knows there are many things he could improve.

You show him charts and numbers, studies and graphs. You’re smart, he can tell, to the point that he can’t help but interrupt you.

“Did you just do that calculation in your head?”

“Oh… oh yeah, it’s my… it’s my Quirk.” You explain, seemingly embarrassed by it. “I’ve got a computer for a brain, basically.”

“That’s cool.”

You shrug. Your eyes flicker to the Takoyaki. He pushes them towards you, silently offering them.

“Oh, no, I shouldn’t.” You wave your hands but he shakes his head. “Take one. Tell me about yourself for a bit, will you? You transferred here from Endeavours Agency, right?”

“Yes.” You nod, still eyeing the Takoyaki. He picks one up and hands it to you, watching the emotions flicker over your face. Eventually, you pop it into your mouth and chew and he’s lucky to have been watching because happiness flickers over your face like a shooting star over the night sky.

“Another?” Toyomitsu hands you another one. It doesn’t take long for the dish to vanish.

You must have been hungry, or maybe it’s just your favorite dish, but the food has softened your features, blurred the harsh lines that you draw yourself in.

“My sister died unexpectedly. I don’t know who Etsuko’s father is, but my parents died when I was a teen and I’m the only one she has left. I did love working for Endeavour, I really did, but it’s no place for a single mother. I heard you offered on-site childcare, so I applied.”

“And what do you think of us so far?”

“Well,” you reach for your tablet again, but he stops you.

“Without the numbers, please?”

You hesitate for a second. “It’s… it’s warm, I guess. Everyone’s really nice here and no one minds when Etsuko runs off yet again, coming to find me in my office. I know it’s my job to look for opportunities to improve your brand and your agency, but I am constantly at odds.”

“Why is that?” 

“If you could have an Agency like Endeavour, would you do it if it meant giving up all the things that make you special?”

He considers it. If there’s no on-site childcare at Endeavour’s, and he’d have to give this one up, quite a few of his employees would fall away. Like Kuno-kun, who brings in his daughter and his wife’s homemade baking. Or Noda-san, who knits scarfs for everyone in the winter and who’s using the child-care for her grandsons. 

There’d be no longer the laughter of children heard in the hallways, no more drawings handed over at the end of a semester.

“No, I don’t think I’d want to give that up. At least not all of it. But we could find a compromise, I guess. Make the best of what we are. If that means we’ll stay at Nr. 58, I’m fine with that. Being a Hero doesn’t mean to have the highest rank, but to save the most people, right?”

Surprise flickers over your face. 

It’s gone as fast as it came but he likes to believe that he made an impact on you.

-

“How are you all doing today?”

Almost fifteen children surround him. The older ones are holding back in favor of the younger ones, he can tell, but they’re all so eager to tell him about their adventures.

“One after the other, okay?” Toyomitsu settles on a nearby chair. “But first we have to ask: who’s our newest member?”

Etsuko steps forward. Her hair is pulled up into little pigtails and she looks adorable.

“Hi, Etsuko. Do you want to sit on my lap today? You have to be careful though, because if you lean too much into me, I might suck you in.”

Her eyes widen, but the kids around her giggle. “Do it!” They tell her. “It’s so much fun.”

So she does, giggling almost hysterically as the fat absorption kicks in. Only her head’s left out, her pigtails whipping around as she shakes her head, giggling.

“If you want out, all you have to do is tell me, okay? No kicking.”

She nods. 

At the end of this month's visit to the children, he leaves with a hand full of drawings and one sucker, tucked into his hand by one of the older children. 

Toyomitsu’s almost down the hallway when he feels someone tugging at his legs. He turns to see Etsuko toddling after him. She reaches for him. 

“Up?” She asks and he can’t say no to her big eyes and her small pout.

If he walks around the agency for a bit with her sitting on his shoulder instead of directly taking her back, that’s his secret and his secret alone.

-

Months pass.

Toyomitsu implements the first of your proposals. His ranking moves, slowly at first, until he finds himself at Nr. 35. 

Etsuko has begun sneaking into his office once a week, handing him a drawing or a slice of fruit, left over from her lunch. Sometimes he lets her sit on his lap, listening to her talk about her day. 

Certainly, you must know about it. How else could she bring in expensive chocolates one day and have your handwriting on her drawing the next, clearly pointing out that the yellow blob is him? 

He’s been thinking a lot about you lately. 

More than he should about one of his employees. 

But he likes the way you talk, all serious one second, rattling down numbers and statistics, until he makes a joke and you can’t stop giggling, your voice suddenly smooth and soft.

He likes the way you look in the early mornings when Etsuko’s done her best to make you late, when your hair’s not done up perfectly and you’re missing your usual makeup. Or when you’d been with her for lunch and no one’s told you yet that there’s a sticky handprint on your blouse or your skirt is wrinkled, no doubt from Etsuko pulling on it.

You love your niece and he loves to see all signs of it, like an imprint you cannot wipe away.

So far, you haven’t shown any signs of interest in him.

You’ve started calling him by his last name, though, foregoing the “Sir” for most of the time. 

But that doesn’t mean that you’d consider a date with him, right? 

Or is he starting to get delusional?

-

“What do you think, Daddy?” Toyomitsu freezes. 

Etsuko’s sitting on his lap, fingertip moving over one of her drawings as she explains.

It had been a perfectly fine moment up until now.

“What did you just call me?”

“Daddy!” She looks up at him, grinning so wide it must hurt her face. “Because you’re my Daddy.”

“I… well…” He struggles. He doesn’t know what to say. “Etsuko, you cannot call me that.”

“Eh? Why?” She pulls at his shirt. “Are you not my Daddy?”

“No, Etsuko. I’m not your Daddy. I like you a lot and I want to be your friend, but I’m not your Daddy.”

Her eyes start to water and he can feel himself panicking. He’s normally not that bad with kids, but this… this is just catching him on the wrong foot at the wrong time.

“Look,” he tries to explain. “It’s like with your Aunty, right? She loves you a lot, but she’s not your Mommy.”

“But you’re my Daddy!” Etsuko’s hands are balled into fists now. “Mommy said that Daddy was big and butiful and nice! You are my Daddy.”

“Oh, Etsuko.” Toyomitsu pulls her in, realizing her mistake. She’s crying into his shirt now, her tears more fueled by confusion and anger than real sadness. He lets her cry it out before he picks her up.

“I think we need to talk to your Aunty for a moment about this, okay?”

-

He hadn’t thought your face could turn any more serious, but he’d been mistaken. 

There’s no softness left in your features as he explains. Etsuko’s sitting on your lap now, face snuggled into your blazer. He’s pretty sure that’s going to leave stains, but he’s also sure he shouldn’t point it out right now.

“I didn’t know,” you say. And “I’m sorry she bothered you this much.” And “I will make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

At some point he realizes that you’re no longer listening to him, ears closed off from his explanations. He can do nothing but leave you, wondering if he’s just ruined everything that could have possibly been.

-

For the following week, he gets no visits from Etsuko.

Toyomitsu does not dare to visit her in childcare either, unsure of what you want.

But he’s got an appointment with you on Thursday that he puts all his hopes on.

When you come in he can tell that you must have spent an extra minute preparing yourself beforehand, because there is no hair out of place and you’re wearing lipgloss like battle armor.

He feels wholly unprepared for this fight, even less so after losing a quarter of his body fat in yesterday’s fight.

But the sight of him, so much smaller and thinner than you’ve gotten to know him, seems to soften the resolve in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” You ask. 

“If you refer to my body, I will be. I have to eat a lot in the next few days to get back to my usual form, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. If you refer to something else… No, I’m not okay with how this played out.

“About that…” You gingerly sink into your chair, hands folded over your lap. You’re not looking at him. “I did some more research. I should have done that ages ago. I… I’ve found Etsuko’s father.”

His heart beats painfully.

“Who is it?”

“His name’s Kan Sekijiro. I don’t know if you know hi-”

“Vlad King?”

“Ah, yes. So you know him?”

“I know of him. One of his students interned here. He’s… did you contact him?”

“Not yet.” You purse your lips. Considering that all Etsuko knew about her father… I am sorry that she got you confused. I know this is highly unprofessional and-”

“I don’t care.”

You still. Your eyes flicker over to him.

“Look,” he leans forward, can’t help it. He needs you to understand this. “This isn’t just Etsuko’s doing alone. I like spending time with her. I could have stopped anytime, bring her back every time she came over to my office. I didn’t put a stop on it and maybe I should have, but I…”

“What?”

“I have to preface this by saying that I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or… or put you in a tight spot because I’m your employer, but-”

“Spit it out.” Your words are harsh and rushed and he can tell you regret them the second they leave your mouth. But you’re right. He’s stalling.

“I am interested in you.”

Your jaw slackens, your features soften with that well-known dumbfoundedness. 

As you bury your face in your hands, he can feel his heart sink. Fighting criminals is so much easier than facing rejection.

“Are you okay?” He asks when your face doesn’t come back up. You nod into your hands.

“Are you sure? You’re not looking too good there.”

“It feels like my Quirk is overloading. I am…”

“Overthinking? I am familiar with that. Not that I suffer from it, but you’ve met Suneater, I guess.” He tries to joke, make light of the situation. It’s what makes you finally lift your head.

“If you’re serious,” you bite through your teeth, “About this. About… Etsuko and me. I… I’d take you out to dinner.”

Toyomitsu blinks. He’s expected everything but that.

“Are you serious?” He asks and you groan. 

“No, I mean yes. But… you know how much I eat, right?”

You huff, looking away. He’s not the worlds expert in flirting, but you do look kinda flustered. 

“I might have looked up All-You-Can-Eat-Restaurants ever since I’ve gotten to know you,” you mumble and the pout on your lips looks eerily like Etsuko’s.

-

“I’m home!” Toyomitsu calls out from the Genkan.

To his surprise, no tiny feet come running. When he peeks around the corner he finds you curled up on the Couch, an open book next to you on the floor. You must have fallen asleep reading.

“Hey,” he cards a hand through your hair to wake you gently. “Shouldn’t Sekijiro be back before dinner?”

“What?” You try to wipe the sleep from your eyes while snuggling into him. “Oh, no, he called before I took a nap. He’s bringing her back after Dinner. Apparently, they’re making pancakes.”

“Ah, did you tell him to bring leftovers?” He jokes, chuckling when you nod earnestly.

.

Life is good. 

He’s got a wife and a daughter and his daughter’s father has turned into a good friend.

He’s got a job he enjoys, a Quirk he can rely on and so far he’s been able to stay himself.

There’s not much he’d wish for nowadays. 

Well, except maybe some more food.

.

You’re still on the Couch when he walks into the kitchen, fully intending to make Dinner as soon as he’s gotten a little snack from the fridge.

But inside the fridge is a huge box. He furrows his brows and pulls it out. He recognizes the branding, but you only buy a cake at this bakery for important dates, like your wedding anniversary or Etsuko’s first day in kindergarten.

“Baby, did I miss an event?” He asks, flipping open the lid.

“Why do you ask?”

“There’s a cake in the fri-”

“Don’t open it!” You yell, rushing over. But the lid’s already open. The buttercream frosting is light blue and the icing a dark blue. Big, bold letters write out “World’s best Dad!”

“This is nice,” he says as you reach him, clearly out of breath and a little haggard. “But you didn’t have to buy an expensive cake to let me know. Not that I mind. Or is it for Sekijiro?”

“Ah,” your face is doing some weird contortions. 

His eyes flicker back to the icing and something in his head clicks at the color.

“Taishirou, I’m pregnant.”

[explosionkatsu]

“Age doesn't matter” 2

Dad!Bakugou x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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It was now 6 am in the morning and usually, at this hour, Katsuki would be carrying his snoozing son in his arms while he got his things to drop him off to his parents and left for work. But today is different.

“I’m dropping you off at school tomorrow,” Katsuki said turning his back to his son and proceeding with cooking.

“Really!?” His son excitedly said, eyes gleaming with joy. “My classmates get to see you!”

“Yeah, yeah. Make sure you got the things you needed for school so there won't be a problem tomorrow morning.” Katsuki said.

Once he was done cooking, he took two small bowls from the kitchen cabinet and a pair of chopsticks before placing them all down on the dining table. He then moved back to the kitchen and grab the dish he made and place it on the table as well. “Oi. Time to eat.” He called out. But as soon as he went to check the living room, he saw no one.

“Tch.” He tched. “Kazui!! Get down here and eat!”

“Yes! I’m coming, i’m coming!” His son yelled and arrived, running downstairs from his room. “I was just packing the stuff I need as you said!”

“Don’t run down the stairs, brat!” Katsuki crossed his arms as he watched his son make himself comfortable. Hearing a small sorry from him made Katsuki ruffle his child’s hair before sitting down beside him.

Katsuki was taking his time preparing their breakfast. A simple egg and fried rice in the morning would be healthy enough for both of them. Once breakfast is done, he searches for his son’s school lunch bag before grabbing the bento box from its drying shelf. Settling the bento box on the kitchen counter, he made his way to his fridge where he grab three pieces of strawberries and sliced them into bite sizes, two pieces of bread pudding, and an orange juice box. He brought out the sausages he prepared earlier from the microwave to keep them hot and place all his son’s lunch in his bento box and put it inside the bag along with the chopsticks.

Katsuki was used to this manner by now, especially since he is convinced that him, preparing his son’s lunch would be so much better rather than his mother who he was a hundred percent convinced that Mitsuki would give Kazui sweets that were unhealthy. The only difference today is he’ll be dropping him off at school.

Thanks to Kirishima taking an early shift, he manages to fit this into his schedule.

Once everything was completed, Katsuki made his way to his son’s room. Knocking oh so quietly before inviting himself in.

“Oi. It's time to wake up.” Katsuki said as he stood by the bed. Although, seeing his son didn't move an inch made him raise his voice a bit. “Brat. Time to go to school.” His second attempt at waking him up seems to work when he saw him shift under his blanket before slowly sitting up, hair disheveled.

“Papa..” Kazuo mumbled rubbing his eyes.

Katsuki's gaze softened. Boy, he was glad that his son looks exactly like him. The only difference he can see was Kazui’s hair looking a bit smooth due to his ex-wife's straight ones unlike his spiky ones, and no permanent scowl.

“Come on. Breakfast’s ready.” Katsuki said. He saw his son raise his arms asking to be lifted up which Katsuki did without breaking a sweat. “And there I thought you were a big boy now,” he mumbled. He exited the room and went down to the kitchen where he seated his son on his chair.

An hour and a half passed and both father and son were now ready to leave. Kazui has his backpack on and Katsuki was now wearing his work clothes. He got everything ready before they both depart their home and directed straight to their garage where his auto was waiting.

While Katsuki was arranging his son’s car seat, he felt Kazui tug his pants from outside the car. “What is it?” He asked while concentrating on what he was doing.

“Why aren't you in your hero costume?” Kazui asked a bit sad that his classmate won't be able to witness his dad wearing his hero suit.

“My suit remains inside my office where I change. Plus wearing my suit while dropping you off at school would be risky. I don't want any villain striking your school just because they saw me drop you off.” Katsuki said. “Get in.” He added and secure the belt around Kazui who was now seated and closed the car door once the belt was secured. He then gets into the driver’s seat and fastened his seatbelt before he starts the engine and drove off.

The drive was peaceful and quiet. Katsuki is focusing on the road while his son watches everything pass by. Although, this quietness of his son sometimes makes him wonder where he got it from. Not from him, nor his mother that's for sure.

His train of thought was cut off when the school was within his eyesight. Katsuki slightly stepped on the gas and reached the front of the school where he saw a lot of kids being dropped off by their parents. Once he saw where he could park, he turned off the engine. But as soon as he exited his car, people around him started looking.

"Oh, my god. It's Dynamight."

"Mommy look! A hero!"

"Dynamight is here!"

Katsuki tched at this, especially when he saw they started coming closer. But he paid them no mind and went to the back passenger seat where Kazui was waiting for him.

Katsuki open the car door, unfastened his seatbelt, and then helped him get off the car. When Kazui was off, Katsuki slam the car door shut. It was loud enough to let the people around him hear.

"Didn't know there would be a lot of people around here at this hour. Should've fucking gotten my disguise." Katsuki mumble.

"Papa, language." His son scowled at him grabbing his papa's hand.

"Shut it," Katsuki answered and grasp his hand as they both crossed the road.

Once they get to the other side, Katsuki saw a woman that seems to be younger than him exit the building. Her (Hair Length) (Hair color) hair swayed with the wind as she greeted every parent with a smile.

"Look, papa! It's Ms. Y/n!"

[cielcius]

bakugou x g/n!reader. drunk!fic, established relationship, injury, more crack than less hurt/more comfort, good ending (i promise)

if there is one thing katsuki has ever gotten mad at you for, it’s ripping his clothes.

he’s not talking about his pro-hero costume, no, they have multiple copies of his costume and the patterns down to the secret inside pockets kept on the inside of his pants. he’s talking about his regular clothes, “civilian clothes”, not all particularly that expensive and nothing really all that special, but certain clothes tend to go out of style.

it just so happened that you ripped the one shirt that went out of style years ago, now unattainable, and completely heart-wrenching for katsuki to watch through the tears in his eyes. and it all started with a guys’ night out:

“y/n?” you hum into the speaker of your phone, confusion slowly starting to cloud your mind when you hear todoroki’s voice contrary to the caller id showing your husband. “um, do you think you can come and pick bakugou up? he keeps... crying.”

a silent gasp falls from your lips, almost in disbelief. not that the sight of katsuki crying was unheard of, but in public? “oh my, i'm coming now but what happened?” you can hear todoroki sigh into the receiver, and it’s a long sigh. “uh, i think something with wanting you. everybody else is too drunk.”

“and you?”

“i wish i was.” ah, so todoroki is driving. “ok, i’ll be there in a bit. watch him please.” you hear something like a noise of protest as you’re putting on your shoes. “it’s kinda weird to watch bakugou cry but i’ll try.”

— 

arriving on the scene—the bar located halfway across the city—you’re greeted with the sight of katsuki on the ground, a beer bottle still in hand and his jacket acting as a blanket as he slumps back against todoroki’s legs. as you walk closer, you can hear the low drunken murmurs of your husband as he rambles to todoroki.

“’m miss y/n. wanna go to them. wan’ some ice cream. rocky road, no, mint chocolate. who eats sorbet? how do you even pronounce sorbet? where’s y/n?”

you can’t find yourself suppressing the smile that crawls onto your lips at katsuki’s drunken monologue, nodding at todoroki once he spots you. “oh good. you’re here.”

“who’s here? shut up, icyhot. ‘m talkin’ here.” kneeling down to katsuki’s line of sight, you watch as his eyes grow wide, brimmed in red and slightly swollen from the tears that had been spoken of over the phone. “katsuki,” you smile. “let’s go home.” nodding to todoroki again, you watch as he makes his way back into the bar while you make the venture back home with your husband slung heavily over your shoulders.

— 

nearly gasping for air, you toss your keys into the dish placed by the doorway, setting katsuki down before working on getting both your shoes off. “y/n,” you hum in response. “are we home yet?” you huff in amusement. “yes katsuki, we’re home and need to get you some water.”

“mm. ‘m thirsty.” with a little help on katsuki’s behalf, you get him into a chair at the table before grabbing a glass of water and setting it down in front of him. that was your first mistake.

the glass falls at the attempt katsuki makes to grab for it, shattering into pieces against the hardwood floors. “oh no, katsuki, are you okay?” without answering your question, katsuki starts to reach down at the pieces, grabbing at the large pieces before he winces.

blood, lots of blood. the palm of his hand starts to bleed an unrealistic amount of red, dripping onto the floor slowly. letting the piece of glass fall from his hand, katsuki, almost comedically, falls out of his seat and onto the ground. you quickly make your way around the broken glass in a frantic state of panic. that was your second mistake.

not wanting to lose any more blood, you rip a strip of cloth off the bottom of katsuki’s shirt and quickly wrap it around his palm, paying no mind to the onslaught of tears that were soon to come with your actions. 

“you,” you look up at katsuki, eyes searching his and widening when you find them glossy with tears. “you ripped my shirt. my shirt...” you open your mouth, but you’re speechless.

slowly, you come to grasp your senses. “i'm sorry, katsuki, but you’re bleeding. we should go to the hospital in case there’s glass in your hand.” you stand, about to help katsuki up until he turns his head away with a hmph. you raise your eyebrows in disbelief. did he just “hmph” you?

“no. ‘m not going with you.”

“but katsuki, you’re bleeding.” crossing his arms, he looks back at you with hellfire in his eyes. “i. don’t. care.” as if he was reviving his teenage rebellion, katsuki narrows his eyes into a glare, challenging you to talk back, and talk back you did.

“you’re hurt, katsuki. i outta leave you here if you keep acting like this.”

“then do it!” your jaw drops at his response and you swear your eye is twitching, ears not believing a single thing you were hearing and yet you watch as your husband gives the sass to go along with his attitude. before you can act further, katsuki stumbles to his feet, the cloth around his hand covered in clouds of blood but he walks it off as he makes his way to your bedroom.

following him, still in disbelief, you watch as katsuki pulls out your duffel bag before throwing in an odd mix of his and your clothes. “are we going somewhere? like the hospital.” at your remark, katsuki shoots a glare at you once again before going back to packing. “no, me. ‘m going to kirishima’s cause at least he won’t rip my clothes.”

with a bag full of who-knows-what, katsuki gets to the front door, picking up a shoe to go on the opposite foot before his nose scrunches up at the discomfort.  “katsuki, kirishima is the one friend most likely to rip your clothes.”

“then i'll go somewhere else. even if it has to be icyhot’s place.” though contrary to his words, you see katsuki shiver in distaste at having to stay at todoroki’s house. the sight makes you laugh tiredly. “katsuki,” you bend down to where katsuki is seated, trying to get his other shoe on. “i'm sorry i ripped your shirt.” at your apology, katsuki stops and sits limp with a pout.

“’s my favorite shirt.”

“i know.”

“they don’t sell them anymore.”

“i know. but katsuki,” he looks up at you. “your parents made that shirt.”

“my parents made it.” his pout grows deeper, shoulders sagging.

“and i'm pretty sure they can make one more for you.” like a spring, katsuki bounces back with a small smile and a glimmer in his eyes. “really? you think they’ll make me another one?” you nod, quietly laughing at your husband’s boyish giddiness. “of course. you’re their son, and they love you very much.”

katsuki’s smile lasts for a few seconds before faltering. “but, i love you.” you pat his shoulder. “i know, katsuki. i love you too.” even then, katsuki begins to sport a small pout. “but, i yelled at you.” you smile, almost sadly.

“it’s okay, katsuki. you didn’t yell but you were mad and it was my fault. no matter what, as long as we can apologize and own up to our mistakes, we’ll always be okay.”

“always?” you nod. “always.” you smooth the bangs of his hair back, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “let’s go to the hospital to make sure you’re okay, and then we can sleep in all day tomorrow. okay?” nodding quietly, katsuki lets you put his shoes on the right feet, grab the keys, and guide him to the hospital, smiling as you take his hand in yours with a smile.

[gloomiebearwritings]

Raiden and fujin reacting to their s/o showing them the celebration of Halloween

Y e s!! Sorry this sat in the inbox for a while, I had more backed up than I thought (づ￣ 3￣)づ Hope you enjoy!

Raiden

He’s seen bits and pieces of Halloween before, but the concept still somewhat escapes him.

Introducing him to the full celebration at first is a mild whiplash for him, but he enjoys it still as it’s time with you.

Carving pumpkins will never be his specialty, and he always makes funny faces when he eats candy corn.

His face scrunched up for the third time, somehow still unsure if he likes or dislikes the candy corn you offered him from your bag.

“It’s okay to not like it-” 

He shook his head, raising his hand slightly, “No, it’s fine-” he said, “It’s just a bit sweet…”

You nudged his arm and offered to have him try any of the other candies you had in a bowl for the local kids when the doorbell sounded. Taking the bowl you slipped off to the front door to give the kids their candies and he followed right behind.

Upon opening the door the two kids were fascinated about his appearance, smiling and giggling, “I like your costume, mister!” one said with a big grin on their face before taking a couple of candies and running off.

“Costume…?” he muttered to himself as you closed the door.

“Don’t think too hard about it, you fit right in this time of year.”

Fujin

Having been the one of the two brothers to live among humans, Halloween isn’t the strangest thing to him.

Seeing kids get excited to get candy, and their cute costumes makes it fun to stay up a little later with you.

He always helps give out candy if you’re busy or there’s a lot of children.

“Woah! Your tattoos are so cool, mister!” 

“Thank you-” he said with a smile as the kids gawked.

The kids loved his tattoos and eyes, saying they were the coolest thing they’d seen that night. It made Fujin’s night to be a highlight to someone’s night- though making your night was his favorite thing. 

After the kids ran back to their parents the two of you returned to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. As he tended to the dishes he asked, “Am I that fascinating?”

“I’m sure you’ll be the talk of those kids’ week-” 

He smiled and turned around, “I thought it was all about being scary but-” he said as he shifted from one foot to the other, “I think I like it when it’s just fun with you.”

[eddiediazismyhusband]

Buddie Headcanons bc i forgot to take my meds today and it is too late to take them now bc if i did i would be up all night but im somehow still wide awake at 3am anyway so eh what the hell 🤷

- Eddie bought Buck a journal that he keeps in his bedside table drawer, so that if he wakes up in the middle of the night with some sort of information running through his brain, he can write it down as an outlet to gush about the information so he doesn’t toss and turn the rest of the night bc he feels bad waking up eddie to info-dump

- Buck went all out on the cheesey newly-wed merch: matching his & his throw pillows for the bed, matching Mr. & Mr. Diaz coffee mugs, pun-y couple t-shirts, etc. Eddie pretends to find it annoying, but he can’t hide the smile he always has when he holds the Mr. Diaz mug.

- They both leave sticky notes to each other around the house with little sweet nothings written on them; Chris eventually got annoyed with them and started writing things like “you two are gross” or “get a room” and leaving them in the usual spots

- Buck is a swiftie, Eddie claims he doesn’t like her music, but Buck constantly hears Eddie humming her music around the house as he carries out daily tasks

- They watch Drag Race together, and Buck info-dumps about the queens as Eddie just listens not comprehending a word of it bc he’s too busy watching Buck be so entertained

- Eddie learns how to make omelets and starts making them for Buck; they aren’t good at all, but Buck always eats them bc he sees how proud of himself Eddie is and he refuses to make Eddie sad

- When Eddie and Buck’s daughter gets into dance/theatre, Buck immediately turns into the Dance/Theatre Mom, learning how to see to make costumes, getting in arguments with other moms, sitting front row and filming every performance, etc.

- Buck sets their alarm an hour early intentionally so they have time to cuddle in bed every morning; waking each other up with soft kisses (Eddie loves to kiss the tip of Buck’s nose first thing in the morning bc it makes Buck blush), and whispered “i love you”s until their second alarm goes off and they start their day

- Eddie always does the dishes since Buck cooks, but Buck keeps him company by drying snd putting them away

- As a wedding gift to Buck, Eddie got Bobby’s help to track down the scrap yard where decommissioned LAFD vehicles go and got a peice of scrap from an old 118 engine that he had melted down to make their wedding bands

- Eddie asked for Bobby and Athena’s blessing before he proposed to Buck

- Buck (who was simultaneously preparing a proposal) visited Shannon’s grave with Chris to ask for her blessing to propose; promising to take care of her boys for her

- Buck (and Chris) begged Eddie to get a cat, but Eddie always said no… until Eddie found a stray in their backyard one day and started to feed it. The cat never left, and now spends most nights curled up on Eddie’s lap, and he would protect that cat like it was his own baby.

- Buck didn’t know Eddie wears contact lenses, and one of their days off when Eddie ran out, he wore his glasses to the breakfast table and Buck was speechless for most of the morning (Chris teased him relentlessly afterwards)

- Eddie started wearing his glasses more often after that because he thought it was cute the way Buck got all flustered and blushy

- Late at night on overnight shifts, if one of them has a nightmare, they sneak out of the bunkroom to go lay on the roof— they would call it stargazing, but there is too much light pollution from LA to see anything other than faint specks, but they still love to hold each other in silence to calm the other one down

- One of Buck’s favorite photos of Eddie was taken long before they got together; it was at a Grant-Nash barbecue shortly after Jee had been born, and Eddie was lounging in a lawn chair with a sleeping baby Jee curled up in his arms— he has a small smile on his face as he looks down at her, and it’s one of the first times Buck remembers looking at Eddie and thinking “He is so beautiful”

- When Eddie asked Buck to move in with him and Chris, Buck teased him by saying “you’re not gonna kick me out after a day, are you?”

- Eddie got him back when he jokingly kicked Buck out after a day, Buck believing he meant it for a solid 45 seconds before Eddie started laughing and pulled him into a tight hug, telling him he was joking

- They were initially going to replace Eddie’s bed with Buck’s, but when they were moving things in, they were playfully shoving each other around and both accidentally fell onto the bed before it was fully set up, breaking the supports meaning they had to buy a new bed

- Chimney (who witnessed this happen) now teases them relentlessly about how they “broke the bed” when Buck moved in

[ad-hawkeye]

a big list of my favorite little alkaid moments

[modern] being found absolutely conked out in the snow on the mountain. that's one way to have a meet cute i guess.

[modern] alkaid's "morning call service" where he calls mc each morning pretending to be a hotel help desk staff member reminding her to wake up... only to keep it short sometimes because he can't bring himself to wake her up

[modern] whatever sort of Beep inside joke they have going on where they pretend to make a reservation or selection for each other

[modern] alkaid requesting to do the ET finger touch thing when talking about aliens with mc

[modern] mc claiming that she's the dangerous one of the two when it comes to her and alkaid.

[modern] beanie and sparkles having cat play dates. alkaid also using "sparkles would like to see beanie" as an excuse to see mc.

[modern] the only time this alkaid had a murderous look in his eyes was when someone tried to hurt sparkles.

[modern] "hey don't feel down! as long as you try your best, you can definitely become a horrible person!" "......! well if you really think so, then i'll give it a try."

[modern] alkaid being a natural flirt to the point where he doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes, but being unable to take what he dishes by getting blushy or bashful when mc flirts with him instead.

[modern, halloween] alkaid absolutely struggling to put on the angel wings for his costume and needing mc to help him get the second wing on.

[modern, halloween] mc lamenting that she can't resist eating some of the candy she makes and alkaid being like. oh no. no, that's not falling to temptation, that's just taste testing. and it is Totally your duty.

[modern, halloween] alkaid apologizing for being too forward even though all he did was say he liked mc's bouquet for him the most. someone lock this man up, we are NOT safe with him on the streets.

[modern, princess day] alkaid being "deathly terrified of screwing up" bartending for princess day for mc so he practices.. for hours…. and hours…

[modern, love day] if mc chooses to look at the scenic photos alkaid took at the carnival, alkaid will jokingly claim the ones of him and her are now his and yoink them away from her

[modern, love day] alkaid saying mc can act like a cat when she visits his place, only for her to meow at him and step on his foot

[godheim] alkaid asking for a hug before he overexerts his magic and then goofily proclaiming that he's "so scandalous!" before giving mc another side hug.

[godheim] mc and alkaid's banter where alkaid initially says "good girl" to her for keeping her eyes closed during his magical overexertion, only for mc to say "you're being such a good boy" to his frozen body in the carriage, where his eyelids just barely twitch in vague annoyance.

[godheim] speaking of being frozen. he heard and saw everything mc did while he was in that state. so that was definitely him responding to her. he also remembered her kissing him. he refuses to answer mc when she asks if he was conscious.

[godheim] zack calling alkaid out on wearing his old mage outfit simply bc mc likes it. alkaid just smiles and is like hey. quiet. you might wake her up and she'll hear. that's not how you treat the guy who saved your life 🥺🥺

[godheim] alkaid's support for ayn and mc during ayn's route and helping the two of them escape.

[godheim] during the hunting event, alkaid has to be forced into participating by lars' orders. even then he still doesn't participate and proceeds to buy all of the meat at the market place with the money he and mc made off of his magic tricks. he claims this is definitely not cheating. mc agrees.

[eden] there's not a ton for eden since that world's alkaid is the equivalent of a sopping wet pitiful cat, but there's something endearing about alkaid learning all of his social graces and dating etiquette from old books. the prefect had to sit and watch all of this like some sort of long suffering older brother forced to play dolls or whatever

[eden] alkaid panicking and running off when mc asked him to find the missing boy who called for help.

[eden] out of all of the things he could have chosen to wear, alkaid picks out this like. coquette?? pretty boy tuxedo? WITH a cunty little earring? good for him... good for him!

[eden] he also makes a bunch of little model dioramas with houses, gardens and people in them. if he ever went to the modern world he would LOVE michael's.

[eden] in his epilogue, alkaid remade his little lantern with him and mc in it because she was the only one who could stir any kind of feeling in him after losing his emotions. he gets very embarrassed if she finds this out.

[lilacliquors]

pairing: soldier boy x reader

word count: 1062

notes: on the third day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... soldier boy playing santa claus!

life had been peaceful the last few years. you and ben had finally gotten the chance to settle down, and now, you were the proud parents of twin girls, who were now four years old. finally at the age where they’d be more likely to remember this holiday better than the last three, and that made you excited. you and ben had gone a little overboard this year with the gifts, trying to fulfill as many little wishes on their lists as you could. this time of year was magical for a child, and even though ben grumbled about santa getting most of the credit, he knew the smiles on their faces would be well worth it.

the night of christmas eve, you hosted your family for dinner and gift exchange. and when it came time for your daughters to open their gifts from their grandparents, you and ben were more than thrilled to see the girls squeal in excitement as they ripped wrapping paper from barbie boxes and toy tool sets. they ran up to their grandparents and hugged them tightly, then went off to play before it was time to set out the cookies and milk.

“so, will santa be dropping by the house tonight?” your father asked, and you nodded with a smile.

“mhm, he sure will be. we have the sweetest little angels in the world. it would be a crime to skip them,” you replied, and ben nodded with a little smile.

what you didn’t know was that he had gone out of his way to purchase a santa costume. it had been tucked away in your shared walk in closet for about a month, and he knew that it would not only make you laugh, but it might thrill the girls to possibly catch a glimpse at the jolly man in red.

“well, it’s getting late, and the girls should be getting to bed before he gets here,” your mother said.

“right you are. don’t need any mishaps tonight. audrey! quinn! grandma and grandpa are heading out, so come say good night!”

audrey and quinn came rushing out of their bedroom and hugged their grandparents good night, then waved goodbye as their left your home. then, ben crouched down, and he set a hand on their shoulders.

“all right, you two ready to set out milk and cookies for the big guy?” he asked, and you saw their eyes light up.

“yes, daddy!” they said, and with a smile, you led them into the kitchen, pulling out the special plate and bowl you used to leave the treats out.

“looks like we’ve got some veggies for the reindeer, too,” ben said, pulling a bag of baby carrots from the fridge. the girls laughed, and they cheerfully began to arrange the cookies on the plate in the order they thought santa would be most likely to eat them, and then you set some carrots into the reindeer shaped bowl. you helped quinn pour a glass of milk, and then it was time for bed.

the girls settled in, and you read them your father’s old pop-up version of the night before christmas, just like he did with you. ben sat between their beds, making sure they each had a teddy bear tucked in with them, then you both kissed them goodnight before turning off their lamp. audrey and quinn smiled as they shut their eyes. they were worn out from an exciting day, and it wasn’t long before they were both fast asleep. you went down into the kitchen to wash the dished from dinner while ben disappeared upstairs, and you paid it no mind. you could hear the rustling to wrapping paper from behind you, and you figured he was just bringing down the gifts you had wrapped a few nights ago, so you felt no need to turn around to check. but you did have to turn to set the plates aside to dry, and when you did, you saw a brief flash of red. puzzled, you turned off the sink and crept towards the stairs, slowly making your way down them and into your family room, where you christmas tree was light with colorful lights. and there, you saw your husband, dressed in a santa costume, setting the neatly wrapped presents around the tree.

“oh. my. god,” you whispered, your hand going to cover your mouth. he chuckled, then stood and turned to look at you, his hands on his hips.

“nice costume, right?” he asked, and you began to laugh, walking over with a smile.

“it’s perfect. you’re too funny,” you said, reaching to play with the puff on the end of his hat.

“that’s not all. take a look…” he moved one hand over you, and you looked up to find a bit of mistletoe in his hand. you laughed again, then looked back at him, shaking your head.

“what am i gonna do with you?” you asked, and he wrapped his free arm around your waist.

“gimme a kiss, because those are the rules,” he murmured. he leaned down, and you met him halfway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. the glow from the tree illuminated you both, and it felt like the most romantic moment you could have shared. until, that is, two tiny gasps pulled you apart.

“quinn! look! mommy’s kissing santa claus!” audrey squealed.

“girls! you need to get back to bed!” you said quickly, pulling away from ben to usher them back upstairs. they were giggling as they jumped back into their beds, and you pinched the bridge of your nose. of course, this was going to be the first christmas they truly remembered. how could it not be?

you went back downstairs and joined ben by the tree once more, and he was busy trying to stifle his laughter.

“very funny, benjamin,” you said, and he again wrapped his arm around your waist.

“if nothing else, this will be a holiday to remember. the time our daughters thought you were making out with a fat guy in a red suit with a white beard,” he said, and you snorted.

“great. what fond memories. guess we’ll have some questions to answer in the morning,” you murmured, and he kissed your forehead.

“if they aren’t distracted by the shiny new toys, sure.”

“... let’s hope they’re easily influenced.”

[cursedkeyboard]

Big brother's here ☆ Jason Todd & Younger Sibling Reader

You're the second youngest member of the Wayne family and Jason Todd's favorite sibling 🦇 GN!Reader

First off, Jason Todd is a naturally caring person

Even with his grudges and anger, he still cares about his family

So when it comes to you, he's extra caring and protective

You joined the family a little earlier than Damian did, all bright eyed and freshly orphaned

Your connection with Jason wasn't immediate, he was still processing many emotions, his thirst for revenge and the betrayal, and avoiding the manor like the plague

You didn't know much about him except for his face and name, which you'd seen in portraits

Bruce always avoided talking about him, but when he slipped his face would turn somber and regretful, which left you wondering

But the day you two met, when he'd been forced to join forces with the other bats for a specific operation, it was... strange, to say the least

Jason was conflicted at best and angry at worst

Angry at Bruce for bringing yet another kid into this wretched life

And conflicted as you took his hand into your smaller ones and felt himself melt

He always did have a soft spot for kids and it didn't help that you were so damn cute

"You have some rotten luck, squirt." He'd say softly before teasingly flicking your tiny nose, making you giggle. "To end up in this house of all others."

Even though he was supposed to help with the mission, Jason spent all of his free time with you as long as Bruce wasn't around

He'd make an effort to spend time with you.

Reading, playing, teasing, and even cooking with you

Mind you, he's got a busy life, but for you he'd put some extra effort to be a good role model in your life

Since the people in your life were a bunch of costumed freaks

Jason would try to keep you away from the bat life, no doubt about that

He's tired of seeing kids being put in danger, tired of the never ending cycle of abuse and neglect, so he'd fight tooth and nail to keep you away from such dangers

But he'd also teach you self defense

Because y'all live in Gotham

You know he'd 100% take you out to eat whenever you got a high grade or won a competition

Or dyed Tim's hair pink

Or laughed at one of his lame jokes

He just likes spending time with you, since you're the least infuriating sibling and a damn cutie

But that doesn't mean he wouldn't tease and be an asshole either

Mess with his things when you're hanging in his house?

You're cleaning his dishes

You go through any awkward phases?

He's keeping pictures and videos until the day he dies

Probably keeps them in encrypted hard drives for future blackmail and teasing

He was the absolute worst during puberty

Always mocking your voice cracks

Pointing out your pimples

Then you'd mention his early robin outfits and he'd put you in a headlock

He'd take you out to ride on his motorcycle whenever the people at the manor got too much

Jason and you gossiping behind Bruce's back

He'd probably rant about his love life to you through the phone

You're the only sibling he can do that with without putting his crush(es) in danger anyway

If you bleached your hair to match his white streak he'd probably cry a little after roughhousing with you

He may be a bit of an ass sometimes, like every older brother

But Jason truly loves you

You're his favorite sibling

(When you're not messing with his guns unsupervised, that is)

[meowmeowraven]

Hmmm, I'm not sure if this will be ok with you, but could I request Caelus, Dan Heng, March 7th, and Gepard with a reader who's like Sailor Jupiter?

A sailor between the stars ⭐

Caelus, Dan Heng, March 7th, Gepard x Sailor Jupiter! GN! Reader

Warnings: Serval is in Gepard's part!

Notes: yay, my first request, and yes of course, i'm actually glad that other people like Sailor Jupiter!

Caelus

He digs through trash. You enjoy cooking. What more can i say?

You end up having to drag him away and to cook for him. But he still goes back to digging through trash, because it's Caelus.

Walking through the now, dark and cold streets of Belobog, you notice one of you companions, Caelus. He was doing the most unnecessary thing, again, digging through trash. It was a disgusting sight, you never knew how Caelus could do this, even in plain sight and day. Lucky for the both of you, it was night. "Caelus?" Upon hearing a familiar voice call his name, he doesn't bother to look. "Yeah, what is it [Name]?" Hearing him speak like digging through trash was nothing gave you even more mixed emotions. "You're digging through trash? AGAIN?" you were already making a plan in your head while walking towards him. Before he could answer, you pull him back to the Astral Express, like it was nothing, then forcing him to clean himself. "Fine. I'll still go back to digging through trash..." He mumbles the last part to himself, as if it was nothing.

By the time he finished cleaning and taking care of himself, you finished cooking him one of your best dishes, handing it to him, to eat. (He went back to digging through trash.)

March 7th

March was ECSTATIC when she found out, she knew you were capable of many things, such as gardening, cooking, fighting even without a weapon. But y'know she was still surprised.

She really likes your sailor costume, so she decided to learn sow and make her own matching sailor costume, even tho hers isn't out of magic, it still matches your own. <3

"woahhh, [Name], you look so, amazing!" March squealed in excitment when she saw how much you changed. "Thank you, March." Her comments made you chuckle. March walked closer to you, and started to inspect everything about your new look and outfit. "I've made my decision! I'll make a sailor costume like yours, so we could match!" Her excitment made you excited aswell. "imagine, us two, the magical sailors who save planets!" March laughed at her own statement, which also made you laugh.

Dan Heng

Ah, yes the grumpy boy.

Dan Heng wasn't very surprised by your sudden change of appearance, just like March, he knew you were capable of many things.

Okay, i lied, he is surprised, but he doesn't show it.

He walked in on you while you were transforming, in an alley on the luofu. He promised to keep it a secret, but March will try to get everything out of him.

Dan Heng was walking past an alley, the one you picked to transform in. He saw a strange, sparkly green light. That's when he walked in there and you were there, but you didn't see him, since you had your back turned. "So? Is this who you actually are?" You heard the familiar voice of your companion, Dan Heng. "I- uh.. it's.. uh-" Before you could finish speaking, Dan Heng cuts you off. "Don't worry, [Name], your secret is safe with me." Deep inside, Dan Heng was very surprised.

Gepard

He can't garden to save his life, so imagine how happy he was when he found out that you enjoy gardening and your plants don't die.

He is so embarrassed to ask for help at first, but he gets used to it, and on his days off, he gardens with you. (He got his sister to ask you for him.)

He also leaves his plants at your house since he can't always take care of them..

You hear your ringtone and feel your phone buzz, you were getting a call from Serval. Once you answer, you hear Serval speaking. "Hey, [Name]! Are you free later today?" You could tell by her voice and tone that she was asking for someone else. "Hi, yeah, what's-" you were cut off, as she quickly spoke. "Uh, come to the workshop, we'll talk about it there." It was strange, when she called you, you two would talk for hours, this time it was different.

Once you arrived at the workshop, you could hear Serval laughing and teasing none other than Gepard. "Hey, what's up? What did you need?" Serval stops laughing, and looks at you, still smiling. "Do you mind gardening with lil' Geppie here? He is too shy to ask" Gepard's face got red due to the embarrassement. "Serval!" Gepard's attitude made you chuckle. "Sure, i don't mind."

Back at your place, you taught Gepard how to plant flowers, how to move them from a different pot to another. He tried to follow your steps and do it like you, but his strength was a big obstacle.

[cherryskyies]

Could you maybe write something for Hannibal Lector having a s/o that isn’t used to being taken care of? Like maybe the way he cooks for them or spoils them and they’re just not used to it? How would Hannibal act?

You’re writing is amazing btw!

Less than perfect

I feel like I got a bit carried away here gn BUT thank you <33 mwah there will be some headcanons at the end!! navigation || masterlist

He noticed, it was hard not to, considering his field of work — it is what drew him to you, he supposes. Hannibal had the urge to wrap you in his arms, pull you close, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear while you slept the moment he saw you. A being as precious as you, his little lamb, deserved all the love and he could see you were being starved of it. 

Hannibal decided, somewhere along the way, that you were now his. 

It felt similar to rehabilitating an animal that had never seen the outside world; you were so curious, watching him with wide eyes, hiding your face at every compliment and pet name — you were perfect for him, an open canvas to create whatever his heart desired. 

The morning it really clicked with you, that Hannibal meant every word he said, was in the middle of October: He had been invited to a halloween party and was allowed a plus one, which automatically meant you. You didn’t understand the costumes when he first presented the idea, but still you agreed, thankful for the extra warmth the wool provided. 

Small, black sheep ears glued to a headband sat upon your head, an expensive silk collar adorned your neck with the words “Little lamb,” engraved on the metal charm. Hannibal stood next to you in a shepherd's gown, smiling down at you whilst speaking softly, “I’ve raised you so well, my lamb.” He ushered you forward, looking off to the side. “Go on, go mingle while I take care of some business.”

Similar to a shepherd and his flock, Hannibal took care of the big bad wolf that had been giving you problems at work — no one would notice him missing and maybe if he was careful with his seasoning, the meat wouldn't be as tainted. 

Dinner that night was wonderful, “Thank you, Han. I wish I could cook this good.” You comment, laughing at the end. “I can do the dishes?” Hannibal eyed you, satisfied that you’d ask permission from him — so obedient, so perfect. 

“Of course, and I’m sure you can cook just as well,” he starts, trailing behind you with the rest of the empty dishes. “But if not, you still make a beautiful lamb.”

Your face is hot, heat creeping up your neck and reaching the tips of your ears. “Ah no, but thank you.” 

Hannibal is displeased with your response, turning to look at you as confusion settles into his features. “My lamb, you can’t possibly believe you are anything less than perfect?” and while it may have sounded rhetorical, he expects a reply — displeased once again when you shake your head softly. 

He falls silent, watching you with calculating eyes, racking his brain for ways to make you see how beautiful you are — “Can I kiss you, my lamb?”

You’re caught off guard, half expecting him to say it was a prank and move on, but when he doesn’t, you smile — if the little cottontail glued to your pants was real, it would be wagging fifty miles an hour. “You wanna kiss..me?” You clarify, pointing your thumb to your chest and when he nods, you laugh in disbelief. “Then kiss me.”

Hannibal can’t help but wonder if all of you tasted this sweet; if your meat would be as heavenly as your lips – but he’d never eat his little lamb.

To hannibal, you are a lamb at the slaughter, calling out to him for help and he can’t help but to spoil your cute little face — you’re his lamb after all, right?

Hannibal just... seems like he would absolutely adore the fact he is the first to love you like you deserve, to be the first to lovingly caress your cheek in the morning, make you breakfast in bed with cute little love notes on the side.

However, Hannibal is also absolutely livid at all your past lovers and family for not giving you the gift of kindness that you more than deserved.

[cupiohearts]

HOT MALE NURSES ?! - seeing your boyfriend put on a sexy nurse costume for you

CHILDE was actually having fun with this. you watched in horror as he strided across the floor with a tray in hand. he held a grin as he proudly pointed out how he was gonna fix you right up

you groaned into your pillow, awakening to the bright light and with your fever reaching an all time high. it was hot inside of your room and so you swung off the covers and went to the kitchen to pick up water.

now you were someone who had an obnoxious boyfriend, frankly too obnoxious but you still love him.

"-i'm reconsidering our relationship right now childe" you stood at the doorframe not even a step outside when you see childe with him fixing his nurse hat "what the fuck are you doing here".

childe widened his eyes before jumping straight into position. he grabbed a syringe and posed on the couch. "i heard you needed a doctor" he said (with roses and a pink background appearing behind somehow).

you both stared at each other for a long time until he broke the silence by answering your question. "ok fine- you should really stop leaving the key in the potted plants outside."

"so you broke in?"

"you were sick!"

you pinched your nosebridge and just gave up on the topic while childe kept pestering you about your needs.

"do you need anything to eat? i can get you ice with that water!" he constsntly loomed over your shoulder until you asked for something and that was only until hours later.

"childe can you get out of my housr"

"... no"

you were not gonna lie when you said KAEYA had made your face even hotter. it seems as though he deliberately unbottoned the top part of the nurse uniform, and put on the fishnet stockings.

"KAEYA?!" you shouted with your jaw dropping. it was morning and the first thing you wake up was to kaeya ginormous boobs in your face.

"oh~ are you finally awake" kaeya had given his girl crushing eye smiles and you just kept your jaw open.

the blue haired man smiled while he poured your medicine into a small cup holding a glass of water. "open up" kaeya asked while you complied.

perhaps its the fact that his outfit had overloaded your brain adding ontop of his incredibly good looks or it mightve been the fact you were sick and therefore incapable of thinking clearly but you did it anyways.

not even the bitter taste of medicine pulled you out of your trance. kaeya continued to treat you. he even sung you a lullaby and tucked you into sleep.

he pulled up right next to you, of course he noticed how your face got hotter every time he touched you of course he would. but it was fun teasing you.

"your expressions are so cute"

you did not how anybody had convinced SCARAMOUCHE of all people to do this. perhaps it was nahida or perhaps it was his own accord (.00001% possibility) but you werent gonna complain especially not when he ended up being so fun to tease.

"STOP TAKING PHOTOS OF ME!" your boyfriend had loudly shouted at you. he was currently washing your dishes while you laid on your couch taking photos of him. "but you look so good in that!"

"yeah i know..." he mumbled under his breath, you didn't hear exactly what he said and didnt care. when you were finally done taking photos you zoomed in on them.

"maybe i should get sick more often if you do this for me!" you giggled. you kept looking at the photos until the phone was swiped out of your hands.

"wh- hey!" you stared at scaramouche who had held your phone in his hand and placed it in a cupboard "i needed that!"

scaramouche stuck his tongue to you and blew a raspberry. "bleh! deal with it! you just wanted to take more photos of me" he crossed his arms.

"yeah i needed that. give me my phone back!"

"get rid of this fever and then you get it back" scaramouche promptly stated. picking up all the trash you had left around while you slumped over your couch.

"i hate you!"

"no you dont"

scaramouche might be outta character but uh anyways

my first genshin post !!

[imagineyourworld]

How the Moon Boys react when you send them a spicy picture (Fem!Reader edition)

Steven Grant x fem!Reader Marc Spector x fem!Reader Jake Lockley x fem!Reader (The male!Reader edition is coming soon, but since I’m still busy with uni and I want to do it justice it might be a while)

Warnings: Lingerie, mentions of masturbation and a vibrator, allusions to sex, (PiV), drinking mentioned (though never specified whether it is alcohol)

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Steven Grant

Ever since Steven had mentioned how much he liked receiving pictures from you you have started to send more and more of them. And I’m not only talking spicy pictures here, more often than not you’d send him a pic of the salad you were eating for lunch, the new popcorn you had just picked up for your next movie night together, or a cute animal you saw in the tree outside your office.

But on bad days, the days where Steven called you during his lunch break and the sound of his voice told you that Donna or some costumer had walked all over your sweet boyfriend, you send him a picture of yourself. Sometimes an old selfie of just you or the two of you together to remind Steven of better times, sometimes a snapshot of you at work, at the store, or wherever else you happened to be.

And oh boy, today was a bad day. You had the day off from work to meet up with some old friends who were visiting London for a day and were currently doing dishes before getting ready to go out when your phone lit up with a message from Steven. Though Marc and Jake used the same phone as well you could always tell when it was Steven texting you, there was just something about the way he worded his texts that made his voice shine through more than should be possible with a few simple letters. I can’t call you during my break today, love. Donna has put me on inventory again and unless I wanna stay the whole night I’ll have to get started. Love you, miss you <3

That just wouldn’t do, you quickly decided. After shooting him a quick reply and finishing the dishes you headed over to your wardrobe to pull out what you liked to call your ‘secret weapon’, a dress you knew would drive Steven wild, one that showed just a hint more cleavage than you usually wore. In a hurry you stepped out of the pair of your boyfriends’ shirt and boxers you had grabbed in the morning and rummaged through your drawer to find a matching set of panties and a bra.

Is this too much?, you texted Steven, accompanied by a picture of you in front of the mirror in the dress with your hair pulled up. Or maybe too little?, you followed just seconds later, not giving Steven time to reply. The picture you sent this time was, in your own opinion, among the best you had taken of yourself. A hint of your arse was visible in the mirror, not at all covered by the white lace tanga you had chosen, but the highlight was the bra. You knew that Steven, most of your boyfriends, was a boobs-man, and you knew that he had a particular fondness for the bra you had chosen to wear. Just like the tanga it was white, mostly lace with a bit of satin, a tiny bow rested right between your breasts, which were covered not only in lace, but also small glittery stones that caught the sunlight streaming. The two satin straps that ran across your tits only highlighted your assets, made them seem bigger, rounder, and sexier. A proud smile settled on your face as you pulled the dress over your head again before setting out to do your makeup.

It took Steven a while to reply, he was probably busy with inventory and Donna rarely gave him a chance to check his phone, but once he finally answered the wait had been worth it. Love, my love, my darling, my gorgeous girl. You look amazing. I love the dress, it’s stunning, his first text read.  A smirk grew on your face as you realised that he had probably not seen the second picture yet. No!  Bloody hell Are you trying to kill me? Honey You look bloody amazing  Is that what you’re wearing to have tea with your friends?  I can’t stand being stuck at the other end of town knowing you’re wearing that What have I done to deserve you?

Okay, maybe you were a little bit cruel for making Steven suffer at work, but you knew that it gave him something to look forward to in the evening, and ensured that he would get the sweetest of rewards once he came home to you.

Marc Spector

Marc had been gone for days, and of course you missed him, you missed all of them, but it wasn’t just that. You weren’t exactly proud to say it, but you were incredibly horny, and even your trusty vibrator, all the tricks you had perfected before you meeting your lovely boyfriends, didn’t help. So finally, out of pure need and desperation, you texted Marc at exactly ten minutes to midnight. Are you still up?

It didn’t take him long to reply with a simple yes. You knew that when your boys went out on a mission it almost always went the same way: Marc fronted for most of it, barely sleeping, only eating when necessary, and most definitely not drinking enough water. Steven fronted when his help was needed, mostly meaning his brain but sometimes he’d be a secret weapon in a fight as well. And as for Jake, he usually stayed put, only fronting in emergencies or when he knew that Marc or Steven needed a break. That being said you knew that it was Marc who would answer your text before you even send it, and you knew just bow to get Marc to do what you want him to do.

I miss you, you continued, step by step planning how to get Marc to his breaking point. I miss you too, baby. I’ll be home before you know it. You shook your head as you reread his message. Nope. Not good enough. Marc, I need you. Now that usually worked, only of course today of all days it didn’t. I have a little friend here, but he just can’t do what you do. You knew that Marc would be able to tell that you were referring to the vibrator he had used on you on several occasions, but still your boyfriend remained stoic, probably opting not to answer your texts until the next morning, until you were being more reasonable.

“Alright, Spector, you asked for it,” you whispered to yourself as you opened the camera on your phone and got into position. You could practically see the scene in your head. Marc’s phone would buzz again, he’d glance at it for a second, probably already sure he’d ignore it, when he saw it was a photo from you. Finally he’d be tempted enough to open it. You knew that the moment he laid eyes on the picture, on you in what used to be one of his favourite shirts until it had shrunken in the wash, now making it barely bigger than a sports bra, laying on your stomach on his side of the bed with your arse arched into the air and only a thin bit of cloth covering your nether regions, he’d run a hand through his hair.

“Baby, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?,” he asked as soon as you answered the phone, his distress and need obvious in his voice. You bit your lip as you shook your head, a sly grin on your face. “I really don’t. But why don’t you tell me what you’d do to me if you were here right now?” As Marc’s voice picked up again your hand drifted to your vibrator, hoping that with the help of Marc’s voice the little device would work wonders once again.

Jake Lockley

You knew that sending Jake a spicy picture of yourself never ended well for you. You had tried it only once and had spent the entire following day in bed, not feeling your limbs even after hours, and the rest of the week walking funny. Jake had simply been insatiable that night and as much as you had loved it, it wasn’t something you could just repeat casually. So you never send Jake any pictures. But that didn’t mean that you never took any.

“Just continue to swipe through the photos, I’ll get us something to drink,” you said as you got up from the sofa, leaving Jake alone with your phone and the photos you had taken during your recent girls’ trip with your friend. You returned just a minute later, only to find the smile on Jake’s face replaced by an unreadable expression. “Is everything alright?,” you asked as you set the glasses and the bottle on the table. Instead of simply answering your question, Jake turned the phone around to show it to you. “Care to explain, princessa?” Heat rose to your cheeks. “It’s just a picture, no big deal.” You knew full well that it was more than just any picture, it was a picture of you sitting on the windowsill at your air b&b, your face barely facing the camera, tight black jeans highlighting your thighs and hips. Oh, and the oversized shirt you had borrowed from your friend was unbuttoned, leaving your skin on display with only a tiny black lace bra covering your breasts where the shirt had fallen open.

Jake didn’t say anything for a while. He handed the phone back to you and took a sip of his drink. Though you had gotten better at reading Jake, it was still difficult and tonight was one of those nights you had no idea what was going on in his head, all you knew that the man sitting next to you was still Jake, even without words the way he held himself gave him away. “Why?,” he finally asked. “Why did you take that picture? You didn’t send it to me, not Steven or Marc either. Is there someone else? Did you take that picture for someone else?” Your eyes widened in shock. The possibility that Jake would come to that conclusion hadn’t even crossed your mind. Did he not see how much you loved him, loved all of them? “Jake, no! No, no. Baby, no. There’s no one else, I swear. It’s just... I told you that my friend’s boyfriend broke up with her a couple of weeks ago, and she was feeling bad about herself, wasn’t feeling beautiful, and confident, and sexy anymore, so I thought a sexy photoshoot would show her just how stunning she is, and in return she wanted to take a couple of pictures of me as well.” You reached for his hands and lifted them up to press gentle kisses to each of them. “I forget about them, to be honest, didn’t think they were even worth sharing with you guys, there are better pictures. But Jake, you, Steven, Marc, you’re the only men in my life, the only ones I would ever send spicy pictures of myself.” Finally his gaze lifted again, his eyes met yours. Though you knew that there was still some doubt deep in his heart, some part of him that didn’t dare believe that you actually loved him, a smile played on his lips. “Te amo, princessa. I love you more than any words in any language can describe.” You let go of his hands to unite your lips in a sweet kiss instead. “Te amo, Jake.”

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Okay, so the Jake part went way off track, but he’s usually portrayed as this tough guy and I just wanted to show a more sensitive and sweet side of him.

Let me know what you think!

[beeslibrarycorner]

Father Paul during the holidays

Halloween

* He likes to dress up in a simple costume

* He also likes to give candy out to the children of crocket island

* If you pass by the church he will compliment your costume if you’re dressed up.

* He also insists on giving you a candy. “You could never be too old to go trick or treating y/n”

* When everyone settles down for the night and everyone is almost asleep your door bell rings signaling his arrival.

* “Trick or treat”

* The two of you would probably watch a scary movie and eat alot of candy.

Thanksgiving

* Cooking lots of different dishes and desserts

* “All of this looks so delicious, thank you angel”

* Before the two of you start eating dinner he tells you that he’s thankful for you.

* I can picture this convo:

“Would you like some more sweet potato casserole Paul?”

“I can’t eat another bite”

“That’s smart, your saving room for dessert”

(Groans in full stomach)

* He goes into a food coma and falls asleep on your couch. (it was all apart of your plan)

* Sending him home with leftovers to eat.

Christmas

* He loves to decorate the rectory for the holidays.

* He loves the snow

* He loves the cookies and other baked goods that you make for him.

* But he also loves the look on your face when he gives you your Christmas gift.

* You get him a gift too and he’s happy that you gave him such a thoughtful gift

* Yes it’s a religious holiday but he would find you to be just as important. Spending time with the ones that he loves is his favorite part of the holiday.

New years

* Most of the people leave crocket island and head to the main land for family and friends

* Around 12 am he would pop over for a new years kiss.

* You guys cuddle and watch a tv marathon playing on one of the channels.

Valentine’s Day

* He leaves chocolate and a bouquet of flowers on your porch early in the morning.

* He gives you a love letter

* There’s a lot of secret kissing going around when no one’s looking.

* Candle light dinner

* Candle lit bubble bath

* Watching romcoms till three in the morning and sharing chocolate

St Patrick’s day

* You get Irish food from the mainland and you ask father Paul to have dinner with you.

Easter

* He likes celebrating Easter, it’s an important holiday and he enjoys doing Easter mass

* the town has many festivities after mass.

* He enjoys watching the churches egg hunt happen, it’s chaotic

* There’s a pot luck after wards with all different types of food.

* Everyone is pulling Paul in every which way and all he wants is to be near you.

* The night before the two of you decorate eggs together.

* You hide his favorite candy in the rectory for him to find with a note that says the Easter bunny visited.

Fourth of July

* There’s a cookout in the island, everyone is there.

* There’s ice cream and popsicles to cool people off, it’s the perfect night.

* One of the towns people shoots fireworks off the doc and you gather with the rest of the town to watch.