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livingemkayde · 10 months

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ch iii. diced

joel miller x f!reader x unrequited!tommy miller (no outbreak AU)

chapter three of chaser

warnings: 18+ minors please dni. phone sex?? yeah…phone sex. graphic depictions of male and female masturbation. dom!joel makes a reappearance. too much tension for one story. love triangle forming formed. mild allusions to physical fighting but only verbal fighting with the brothers LOL. age gap, reader is 23 and joel is 35. Tommy is 30. (ages of all characters and plot do not follow canon strictly for the story’s sake). reader in her girl boss era (not sexually tho lol).

a/n: ooooooooo i love you guys and im glad youre liking the story. im really happy with the way this chapter came out. WIG. please enjoy!!

summary: tensions run high at a family dinner at the miller's house. tommy drops you off at home, but its joel who ends up being the one talking to you until you fall asleep.

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“Fighting at the table. Thought you were a gentleman,” you chuckle, nervously. That right? Your breath hitches. “Yeah.” Not anymore? “Not too sure anymore.” ‘M sure I can convince you. “You can try.”

You like cooking.

You like the meticulous steps involved in following a recipe.

You like how when it’s done, you can share it with the people you love.

You stand at the kitchen counter, dicing an onion. Joel’s silent words ring in your mind as you stare down at the small little squares.

You find your cheeks reddening more with each tick of the minute hand. The boys will be home later from their long day with the electrician. You asked one of Sarah’s teammates to drop her off at the house since your car was out of commission.

The hours pass by, the chicken gets golden brown in the heat of the oven, salad gets tossed, potatoes get mashed.

The Millers file in, Sarah first — she slumps down on the couch as you try to get her to wash up and put on a fresh set of clothes before setting up camp in front of the TV.

She grumbles, but ultimately gives in, too tired to complain. You send her back to the couch after she’s done with a bowl of grapes and a cookie.

Tommy is next, surprisingly sans his brother at his side.

“Hey…” you greet him with confusion laced in your tone.

“Hey,” he gives you a hug, like always, and shuffles into the kitchen. He doesn’t say anything about Joel which seems weird.

“Smells fuckin’ amazing ‘n here,” Tommy grumbles to himself, giving you a teasing squeeze on your hip while you pass to check on the chicken.

He sits down at the table, his hand rubbing over his forehead.

“Where’s Joel?” you inquire. Trying to keep your tone from sounding too interested.

“Dunno, dropped me off and said he needed to check on something,” he grovels.

You nod your head.

Strange.

“How was your day?” he asks, you just shrug.

“Tire’s fuck. ‘S alright though.”

He nods, his head comes back to his hands.

��Long day?” you ask, looking at him sympathetically.

“Yeah,” he groans, standing to sneak a taste at the potatoes with a small spoon in hand.

“Hey! Wait—” you attempt to stop his tricks, but he just laughs when you try to bat his hand away.

“Electrican was a fuckin’ dick ‘n the drywall shipment is late so…” he huffs out, leaning back against the kitchen counter. You settle against the other counter, across the kitchen — the two of you facing each other.

“‘M sorry,” you say and try to smile. These things happen with the brothers. The day's work seeping into dinner. You usually try to cheer up Tommy before he sits down with Sarah, but Joel is a different story. “Can you do anything about the guy?”

“Not really, he’s supposed to be the best,” he shrugs. You stalk over near him, moving to stir the potatoes again, but he plays with the tail ends of your apron, and surprisingly, pulls you into a hug.

You know it’s what he needs right now. A hug from a friend, and when the front door opens, you

hope everyone in the room understands it's nothing more than that.

Joel stands in the entryway. You can see him out of the corner of your eye. You can also see him hesitate in shrugging off his boots and flannel, taking in the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Tommy Miller slumped against the counter with you in his arms.

You pull away quickly.

“Hey Joel,” you say, your hand coming to rub the back of your neck.

“You makin’ dinner?” He asks, nodding his head at your greeting. You figure he’s pissed off about the day too, and seeing you with Tommy first thing when he opens the door certainly can’t help.

“Yeah, just some chicken,” you say to him as he moves to kiss Sarah’s head and makes his way towards you and Tommy.

“It’ll be ready soon,” you follow up with, he gives you a grunt in response, opening the fridge to get a beer.

Joel passes you, and just when you think he’s too pissed to save it, he gives you a look. The one that leaves you breathless, the same look he always does — but only for a fleeting second with Tommy still close to your side.

He leans down to your ear in passing, putting a steady hand on your low back that sends chills up your spine and whispers in a husky voice —

“Thanks for cookin’ darlin’.”

Jesus.

You try to hide your flush but a smile falls on your face — Tommy notices. You know he notices, he’s not stupid. He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a ragged breath.

You can’t think of anything besides, get the attention off you.

“Sarah?” you call from the kitchen, you see her eyes peek out from over the couch.

“Help me set the table, will you, doll?”

“Sure,” she calls back.

You move to grab the napkins and cutlery, but Tommy’s hands stop your movements. You look up to him at your side, he smiles at you.

“Let me help,” he says, taking the cloth out of your hand.

“Oh — okay. Thanks,” you say, brushing your hands off, setting up Sarah’s utensils instead.

You shrug off your apron. Joel watches you the whole time while leaning against the sink. When you meet his eye, he just raises his eyebrows at you, taking another sip of his beer.

You pull the chicken out of the oven, setting everything on the table.

“Come get it, guys,” you say, pulling out Sarah’s chair. She sits by Tommy, he ruffles her hair — her giggling echoing through the kitchen like always.

You sit across from them, Joel at the head of the small table. It's funny. Most days you have dinner at the house, it doesn’t feel as formal as this. Tommy and Joel sit on the couch sometimes, watching whatever is on the TV, you help Sarah with her food at the table.

But most days you have takeout or leftovers — not a meal you cooked.

“How was soccer today?” you ask Sarah as she spoons mashed potatoes into her mouth.

“It was so fun, Katie even got us matching bracelets,” she says, holding out her wrist, a clunky beaded bracelet hangs off it.

“Very cool,” you admire the colorful charms, the brothers pretend to be interested.

“Sorry I couldn’t pick you up, my tire popped,” you say to her. She gives you a confused look.

“How does that even happen?”

“You’re telling me, kid,” you smile at her, shaking your head. She laughs back.

“Speakin’ of that,” Joel cuts in, “Went by the shop to get a tire but they were closed. I'll take you tomorrow.”

“Oh — thanks, Joel,” you say, sipping on some water to hide your blush.

Tommy grumbles from across the table.

“What was that?” you ask, he looks at you, then Joel, a certain uneasiness falls over the table.

Some silence. He keeps looking at Joel with an emotion you can’t place.

“Told Joel I would take you,” he says after some time.

Fuck.

You sneak a glance at Joel. He looks at Tommy with a stiff stare. The room feels tense, other than Sarah picking at her salad.

“Oh — it’s,” you nervously chuckle. “It’s okay. Actually I can probably —”

“I gave her the tow,” Joel cuts you off. But he’s not talking to you, he’s talking to Tommy.

You watch the wordless scene unfolding in front of you in awe. Your brows push together in a silent plea to stop. But the boys don’t look at you. They don’t break from looking at each other.

“She called me,” Tommy says, the dinner in front of them abandoned.

“You didn't go.”

Fuck.

“It's really not a problem, I can—”

“I’ll help you change it,” Tommy cuts you off, glancing in your direction, then back to Joel.

“I can change a tire,” Joel snaps, his voice raising slightly.

You give them both a look, hoping to shut them up, but they don’t even glance your way.

“Once your car is fixed can you take me to the library again after soccer?” Sarah says over the silence.

You look back at her and try to make it seem like everything is okay.

“Of course!” you say, cringing at your nervous intonation, but she giggles and thanks you nonetheless.

“I know how to change a tire, but thanks for the offer,” you say, a nervous laugh breezing through your words. “Tommy, it’s okay that you couldn’t come —”

You’re cut off again. It seems like you’re not really in this conversation. And they’re not really arguing about the tire.

“I couldn’t go because you fucked it with the electrician,” Tommy bites back.

“Tommy,” you say in a stern voice, looking at Sarah, and back to Tommy, a scowl across your face. But he doesn’t look back.

It looks like Sarah is almost done with dinner anyways, her eyes trained towards the TV in the living room.

“You done kiddo?” you whisper to her. She snaps out of it and nods, you tell her to put her plates in the sink and slip her another cookie.

“Go pick out a book to read before bed.”

She leaves. The tension doesn’t.

“‘N why was the electrician mad?” Joel bites back when you join the table again.

“Jesus,” Tommy says, he pulls back from their staring first, running a rough hand through his hair.

“No, why was he mad?” Joel scowls. “Was it because you forgot to confirm for the drywall?”

“Joel,” you say, confused why he’s still letting this go on. Of course, he doesn’t look at you.

Tommy just scoffs, avoiding everyone’s gaze while staring down at the floor. You see his shoulders puffing.

A few more moments of unbearably tense silence. You don’t want to step in, this is obviously some stupid argument and you have no idea what you could possibly say to make it better. You’re partially scared, and halfway pissed because they’re fighting and cursing in front of Sarah — ruining the meal you spent the afternoon making.

“‘S what I thought,” Joel announces to the table.

Your eyes widen more if that’s possible.

Oh, fuck.

Tommy slams his fist on the table, standing, Joel gets to his feet too. You stand, moving around the table before any blows are actually thrown, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” you say, your voice is a little hushed because of Sarah.

“I dunno,” Joel whispers, still looking at Tommy. “What are we doin’.” It's a question, but it doesn’t sound like one.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You guys will figure it out with the electrician,” you say, hesitant, you’re not sure if that will make the situation any better, but you’re trying your best.

“And I can take care of my own tire,” you let out a breathless laugh, trying to diffuse the tension.

Joel looks over to you at that, and his brows slightly unfurrow.

You look at Tommy, but he looks furious.

“Guys,” you say, looking between them, pleading with your voice.

The clock continues counting — seemingly without the three of you — suspended, or maybe frozen in time. It feels like hours, you all stand there. You can see Joel’s hand ball into a first. Even when the chicken goes cold, and the drinks get lukewarm, they stand. You’re beginning to worry nothing you can say will fix this. Their competitive nature has always been apparent, but this is something different. Like they’re talking to each other without words, and you won’t ever be able to understand their unspoken language.

“I’m gonna head out,” Tommy finally says, breaking first. You let out a sign, stepping back, holding a hand to your forehead.

“Thanks for cooking. I — do you need a ride?” Tommy says, grabbing his coat.

Fuck. It never stops, does it?

You look over at Joel for a split second when Tommy looks down to get his shoes.

Go.

He says with his eyes.

You wonder how many infinite laters can be braced on his silent eyes before it all spills out and buries you alive.

But he says it.

Later.

You nod, still a bit shaken up by the stalemate.

“Okay. Let me just clean up,” you say, grabbing at some dishes.

“I got it,” Joel cuts in, taking the dishes from your hands, nodding his head towards Tommy.

You mumble a quiet thanks and follow Tommy out the door.

It's silent when you get in the car, and when you pull out onto the street. You pick at the skin on your fingernails, a nervous sweat breaks out in your palms. Tommy is tense beside you. His knuckles on the steering wheel show white.

“I —” he huffs out a breath, already nearing your house. “‘M sorry.”

He sounds actually genuine. And you know he’s had a shit day.

“What was all that, Tommy?” you ask in a quiet voice.

“I don't know.” He shakes his head, rearing your house, and pulling up, putting the car in park.

“Work and then I —” he laughs a bit. “I fuckin’ told Joel I would take you so, I don't even know what he was —” he drops his head.

“I don't know. I'm sorry.”

You feel a bit bad.

“I appreciate the offers but I can do things on my own, T. You know that,” you say, bracing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I know. I — I just wanted to help,” he grovels.

“I know,” you echo, giving him a smile.

He smiles back.

“Haven't seen Joel that worked up in a while,” he says, shaking his head.

“Work’s getting to him, maybe. Just like it's getting to you,” you tease, poking his shoulder. You're a bit breathless from his brainless comment about Joel.

“Maybe. I dunno —” he huffs. “Anyways. Let me make it up to you.”

You raise your brows at his words.

“We'll take you out on friday? Bar?”

Your eyes widen.

As in — you and Joel in a bar again. Together.

And Tommy.

“Oh, um —” your phone buzzes in your hand, Joel’s name pops up and you try to hide it quickly. “Okay. Sure.”

“Drinks on me,” he winks, you pull off your seatbelt, giving him a fake appreciative look.

“$1 beers, wow thank you so much, Tommy,” you say, putting a hand to your chest.

“Shut up, you're lucky I offered,” he teases as you hop out of the truck.

“See you,” you wave.

“Get some sleep, babe.”

You roll your eyes.

“Goodnight,” you say back, closing the car door and walking inside.

Your heart picks up at the thought of going back to the bar you and Joel first met. You know the brothers frequent the place. To say you were nervous was an understatement. And Joel definitely doesn’t know about Tommy’s plans yet.

You haul yourself upstairs to your bedroom, you’re slipping on a big t-shirt from your dresser, and washing up when you hear your phone buzzing from your bed.

Your phone buzzes again, you pull it out from under your pillow, it's Joel.

But he's calling you.

You freeze with the phone in your hand.

Fuck.

Joel has never called you. Even when he gave you his number at the bar it was him asking for you to call him. His name flashing on your screen makes you squirm.

Joel M.

It’s the same from all those weeks ago. You never bothered to change it to his full last name — you remember when he put it in your phone and all his touches prior. You remember everything about that night.

You don't want it to go to voicemail so you take a deep breath, and answer the call. You put the phone up to your ear hesitantly, your breath a bit shaky.

“Hello?”

Where are you?

No preamble. No greeting.

“I’m home. I just got home,” you say, breathless.

‘Preciate you cookin’.

“Sure,” you breathe out, you’re a bit confused why he’s calling you just to say thanks.

He stays silent for a while.

‘M sorry. ‘Bout dinner.

Your long sigh crosses the line.

“Fighting at the table. Thought you were a gentleman,” you chuckle, nervously.

That right?

Your breath hitches.

“Yeah.”

Not anymore?

“Not too sure anymore.”

‘M sure I can convince you.

“You can try.”

You can hear his silken breath echo through the call. The static pierces through the ringing in your ears. You settle on your bed, laying on your back as you desperately try to imagine what he’s doing right now. The white ceiling above you maps out his face.

He clears his throat like he’s scared of continuing down that road.

Get home okay?

You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you.

“Yes, Tommy is capable of things, you know.”

He doesn’t respond. You try to lighten the mood.

“Said you guys are gonna take me out on Friday,” he grunts. “Make it up to me or something.”

Is that what you want?

“Could be fun.”

Could be.

“I haven’t been out in a while.”

Yeah?

“Mhm. You guys are a full time job.”

When was the last time you went out?

You freeze. He knows the last time. You both know the last time you went out to the bar downtown. You’re sure of that fact, and that he hears your breath get heavy through the phone.

You think about being indirect. Beating around the bush. Teasing. Say something snarky like you know the last time but it’s getting a bit old, and there’s no hiding things now.

“When I met you,” you settle for. You hear his own breath through the line.

He stays silent, obviously a bit shocked by your sudden bluntness. You try to keep it lighthearted, even though the notion is anything but.

“Might have to go shopping if we’re goin’ out,” you laugh.

Nah, could just wear the skirt from last time.

Jesus.

“You remember?” you gulp.

‘Course I do.

You try to laugh, but it comes out strangled.

“Didn’t know you thought about me so much, Miller.”

I always think about you.

Jesus, fuck.

So much for being light hearted.

Maybe this is the later he kept telling you, but it doesn’t feel like it. To you, later, meant hey, let's talk about whatever this is, later and not, let's flirt with each other over the phone, later. You keep trying to picture him. There’s no way he’s sitting in the living room or in the kitchen with you on the phone like this. Right?

Your fingers find the soft cotton hidden under your too-big shirt. You play with the hem of your underwear absentmindedly.

You hear him shuffling a bit.

“Where are you?”

My bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

Sittin’ down.

“Where?”

Jesus.

“What?”

What are you tryin’ to get at?

“I just wanna know what you’re doing.”

I’m —

He hesitates for the first time all night.

I’m on my bed. What are you doin’?

“I’m laying in bed.”

He sucks in a breath.

“That all you’re doin’?”

There it is. The point of no return, the final tipping point, the flood gates opening, and never, ever shutting again — at least for tonight. For now, at this moment — whatever happens after this is up in the air. But you don’t think about that right now. All you can think about is how the drawl in his voice somehow compels you to sneak past the hem of your underwear.

“Maybe. Why’d you call me?”

Wanted to apologize.

“That’s it?”

Maybe.

He echoes your previous statement. You smile. The rising heat between your legs comes to a breaking point. So you bite the bullet.

“Joel,” you say, his breaths are a bit husky. You know he can hear the small whimper in your voice.

What do you need, angel?

“Can I? Please?”

Yes, fuck — yes. Askin’ so nicely f’me.

You let out a puff of air through stiff lips. Your fingers find your swollen clit, sinking down towards your entrance to collect the growing wetness there. You strangle out moans and something sounding like Joel’s name.

You’re about to push two fingers inside yourself, when his voice cuts through the phone.

Only one.

It’s like he can read your mind.

“Joel —” you whisper, a plea, but he cuts you off.

C’mon be good for me, baby.

You grovel, and your cheeks heat at how easily you comply, not really putting up any fight. You can’t. Not when he sounds like that, close to your ear, his words of praise pushing you closer to the edge as you sink your middle finger inside and gasp at the intrusion.

Feel good?

You can hear him shuffling, a small groan sounds from the other side of the line. You know what he’s doing, and it pushes you even further, maybe even becoming more bold.

“Joel — need more,” you whine. You can hear him working himself. Your finger does nothing to stretch yourself out. Not when you think about the night at the bar, and how the sweet sting of his cock made you see stars.

One more — slow.

You groan as you slip another finger inside. The wetness from your entrance ruins your underwear, and threatens to spill out onto your bedding as well.

You whine nonsense to him. You’re worked up, have been too distracted the last few weeks to touch yourself or seek anyone out. You didn’t even want to knowing you would see Joel the next day. He was enough to keep you going. But you’re just a woman. And you have needs.

Feel good, baby? Tell me how it feels.

You pump your wrist faster, your orgasm nearing. You desperately rut against the palm of your hand, your shirt riding up. His words from the other side of the line spur you on further.

“‘S good, Joel. Feels so — good.”

Fuck, say my name again.

Your eyes open slightly at that, the plea mirroring when he had you up against the wall in the bar. His name. He always wants you to say his name.

“Joel —” you whine. “Wish it was you.”

I know, baby, I know.

“Please.”

You know we can’t.

“God — fuck,” you whimper to him. The mixture of your own fingers crooking just right inside you threatens to push you into a white hot orgasm. You don’t know where the next thing you say comes from. Or if you’d ever let another guy do this with you. But it feels right in the moment. And the sound of him working himself faster tells you he’s close too.

“Can I cum? Please?” you whisper.

You swear you can hear his hand stutter. The groan he lets out at your words is closer to a growl.

Jesus, fuck — such an angel. You know that right?

“Joel,” you continue, too blissed out to acknowledge his praise. It shoots right down to the spot you keep working on instead.

Not yet — know you’ll be a good girl and wait f’me.

You do, wait for him. Your fingers slow down a fraction, staving you off your fast approaching orgasm. You can hear him work himself, the thought of him finishing into his palm makes it that much harder for you to hold off.

Fuck baby — goddamn —

“Joel, please?” you whine when he starts to calm down his breathing. You’re teetering right on the edge. The only thing keeping you from falling is the thought of his praise.

Alright — fuck — let me hear you, baby.

You come hard around your fingers, biting into your lip hard in favor of screaming. Your back arches off the bed, the phone threatens to slip from your hand, you can barely hear Joel’s praise in the back of your head. It’s almost like he’s really here, whispering into your neck while you climax.

You expect your post orgasmic haze to send you into a spiral about a certain brother and the fact that technically you just got off on the phone with your boss. But it doesn’t, you fall back into the mattress, spent. Joel’s words ring through your ears, whispering praises.

He tells you to get some rest.

You do.

chapter iv. tacit

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luveline · 2 years

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hi hi!! how are you? can i request a steve x reader where reader has been working a lot and is really sleepy and just wants to cuddle with steve and steve’s trying to cook dinner or something but ends up just giving up cause he can’t say no to u?? thanks honey <33

hi baby im great thanks so much for your request! ♡ fem!reader

"I miss you," you say softly.

It's your softness that gives Steve pause where he's standing in front of the grill, an oven mitt already in hand.

"Why'd you miss me? I'm right here," he says with a wide smile, hoping to infect your tired mood with a great boost of happiness.

You smile at him for a second and then lean against the doorway. You're all sweetness like a gaussian blur of a girl tonight. Messy hair, your untucked and rumpled shirt pulled out of your skirt, one crew sock up and one fallen down. There's a downturn to your eyes. You blink slowly and often.

He turns from you reluctantly and pulls the garlic bread out from under the grill.

Steve misses the pad of your foot fall and flinches involuntarily at your hands wrapping around his front. He feels awful as soon as he does — you've never once given him a reason to flinch.

You don't take any offense. You lay your cheek against his shoulder and he covers your hands placatingly.

"Gotta finish dinner, pretty girl," he murmurs.

You nuzzle into him, your cheek sliding back and forth. He looks down at your hands, smaller in his, prettier. There's a very minute trembling to them that betrays your fatigue.

"Alright, off. I gotta get the pasta bake out before the cheese burns."

You sigh into him and make no effort to move away.

"Y/N," he says, spreading your curled fingers open with his thumbs, "come on." Sweetheart, he wants to call you. But that might be a bit much.

"'Nother minute, please."

The oven hums in front of you both. Steve closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling of your abdomen pressed to his back, how your chest rises and falls. Muffled by his shoulder, you hum happily and cross your hands over his stomach. He feels every millimetre of movement. He can't wait to feel the same thing tonight, you hands warm and clinging to his bare chest as you always do in sleep.

"Gotta get the pasta out," he reminds you.

"Just... turn the oven off."

Your mumbling is almost unintelligible. Steve does as you ask. The residual heat will probably crisp it up but he thinks it might be worth it. He has good teeth, he can stand the extra chewing.

"If you're gonna hug me, do it right," he says.

You exhale what he thinks is a laugh and separate from gim just enough to let him turn. He pushes his head over yours and hugs the tops of your shoulders tightly, nose pushed indulgently into your hair.

"Been working hard," he murmurs, a curious undertone to his voice.

"Too much. Makes me... Makes me miss you."

"Aw," he says, chest genuinely aching with how much he adores you.

It's a golden feeling, to know he's loved how he is. Like there's sunlight in your hands, a blossoming warmth in every place that you touch. They move down to toy with the hem of his shirt and a stripe of your palm kisses the smallest slice of his back. He can't believe he'd tries so hard to get you to let go.

"It makes me miss you more," he promises, hushed.

He's glad you can't see his face, as he suspects a pink blush has taken both cheeks.

"No way."

A startled laugh. "No?"

"No. I miss you like a fish," you start, sloven and sluggish.

Steve waits for you to finish but you don't. "Like a fish?"

"Misses water."

It's absurd and romantic. Absurdly romantic. He takes your face into both hands to hold you still while he dots what feels like a hundred dainty kisses over your face. Your eyelashes twitch and your small smile grows. He doesn't stop until you're totally blissed.

"Love you," he says, encouraging your face back a little more until you open your eyes, "but I really gotta get the pasta out."

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seungily · 11 months

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can i make a request, since enhypen hates doing a dishes can u make a story where jungwon does the dishes for their significant others cause they ask him and he does it willingly and enhypen is like shocked that he is doing the dishes and teases him for being whipped for his significant other

♡𓂃 anything for you YJW

author’s note: THIS IS SMTH SO DIFFERENT AND I ENJOYED WRITING THIS SM <3 thank you for requesting !!

the boys were coming over to your and jungwon’s apartment, it wasn’t the first time since the guys would have movie nights weekly or monthly is they had work to do. today however you decided to show your amazing baking skills to the boys!

you already had prepared all the snacks the night before and were just checking on your cookies in the oven. someone suddenly backhugs you causing you to flinch but you soon relax in the familiar scent.

“love you dont have to do this y’know? they dont deserve so much love and efforts from you” he was worried ofc since he never saw you being this productive (pLS)

“bae this is the least i can do for you and your friends, I just want them to feel welcomed and show off my baking skill!”

“..yeah i think i smell something burning”

soon they all came over and were pretty amazed by your cooking skills especially jay (lmASO) who loved the cookies that you almost burned because of jungwon (you later kickd him out the kitchen 🧍🏻‍♀️)

the movie night went well and the boys had dinner aswell. as soon as you walked into the kitchen you started feeling tired and extremely lazy. you slouched on the counter while getting ready to wash the dishes staring at the mess.

“love are you okay?” jungwon could see the drowsiness in your eyes and placed a kiss on your forehead “oh im fin-“

“how about i wash the dishes today and you relax?, you’ve been working since last night angel.” he said as he kissed your cheek gently. needless to say it was a sweet gesture and you were VERY flustered

“jungwon how come you never do the dishes at the dorm and now you like it” sunghoon yelled from the couch teasingly

“oh my our leader is whipped for his angel” niki joined in the teasing causing everyone including you to giggle while jungwon stood there blushing from ear to ear.

after getting pushed inside your room to rest, jungwon kicked out his members who were still teasing him about the sweet interaction and told him he was washing dishes in the dorm for the follwing week.

he finished the work while he joined you in bed, he pulled you close to him and felt you moving in your sleep. “sorry did i wake you up” you slowly shake your head a no under the blanket. god you were gonna be the death of him. “im so lucky to have you mydude”

“..yn why on earth are you calling me your dude”

“because youre mine :]”

“BUT THE DUDE-“

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gadriezmannsgirl · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/gadriezmannsgirl/736999672550457344/please-tell-me-im-not-the-only-one-watching-over

Don't you think this deserves a Ferran's fic of him teasing his girl?

Kitchen Disaster -F.T7

Summary: Your boyfriend has found a new hobby, teasing you non-stop

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"Que va a explotar" (It's going to explode)

"Nada va a explotar" (Nothing is going to explode)

"Tendré que buscar nueva casa" (I'll have to look for a new home)

"Ferran!" You say putting the timer to the oven "Stop saying those things and stop trying to sabotage our dinner!" He laughs and winks at you

"I'll wait for you, preciosa" He said before leaving the kitchen towards the living room. You giggled before grabbing two glasses of lemon juice and bring them over. You laying on top of Ferran as you both watched Encanto

Both of you singing to the songs in the movie and being surprised by every single little fact as if you haven't seen it ever when Ferran stopped signing "What Else Can I Do?"

"Amor" You hum looking at him "Is the time over?" You look at your watch and shake your head

"No why?"

"Smells like burning" He said

"There are fifteen minutes left but still let me go and check" And with that you two stood up to watch the food and when you opened the oven both of you let out curses

"Puta madre"

"Joder!" You quickly get the pan out

"I thought you knew how to cook!"

"Shut up, you know I do!" You complain slightly when you see that the dough you did for your dinner had overflowed from the pan and that the oven was now full of dough.

"Pero..." (But)

"There's no but, I don't know what happened. I have added the same amount as usual!" You cry out watching the dirty oven and thinking of the hard work you had to do to clean it up

"I told you we were fine with just a pizza, preciosa"

"Bueno amor, you were in the mood for a meat filling and I wanted to do it for you" He grabs your hand to pull you into him

"Well, next time, listen to me when I tell you to order food, in that waiting time I can do little things."

"Mira tu" (Look at you) You hit him with the kitchen towel while he was laughing at you.

"The good thing about this is that I'll see you in a maid's outfit while you clean everything. Maybe something else will come out of it" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down as you laughed.

"In your life you will"

"Señorita, señorita, traiga la crema por favor, es hora de mi masaje" (Miss, miss; bring the cream please, it's time for my massage)

"Idiot, shut up" He laughed while you sighed knowing that your destiny was already written, maybe not with the maid outfit as your boyfriend of 1 year and a half wanted, but you did have to clean the whole oven again.

"Am I still cooking?" You asked looking at the dough that was left in the pan.

"Definitely not, I'm placing the order"

"Fer" You call him out as he looks at you. "Do you think…?"

"I'm not going to clean that up, honey"

"Come on Fer, I need you to help me remove the grease"

"You need me but not necessarily to clean up" He smirks

"Are you horny? I'm serious!"

"Look I think you should stop this" He made gestures for the dough. "Let me order the pizza and don't try this anymore… Or at least not without supervision"

"But I do know how to cook!"

"That's what Gusteau says, right?"

"Ferran!"

"Come on, I think you've put something on the side or you've overdone it with something… Yeast, maybe?"

"Amor," you complain. "I really don't know what happened, I've done it as usual, it's just that I wanted to make a very nice gesture to you. You always please me and-" He cut you off.

"And nothing. That you please me too, very much, more than I need. I know you wanted to make me a meal that I wanted and I thank you, it's the thought that counts. I appreciate it very much. But it's not necessary, maybe today is not the day to eat a meat filling, it doesn't matter. Don't be sad there will be plenty of time to be able to make that roll up that I know will be delicious for you."

"You're not mad?" he shook his head smiling as he kissed your forehead.

"Of course not, love. Accidents happen and it's just a little dough that can be removed with soap and degreaser" He placed a hand on your chin to make you look at him and gave you a soft kiss on the lips "Next time, I'll call my mom so you can do it together."

"No es muy divertido" (That's not very funny)

"Well, it's just that anyone can't cook, some people are terrible at it, Gusteau must change that, don't you see Pedri? fua, he almost burned his kitchen. Anyway, we don't want that to happen here. I'll be right back, you want it familiar with bacon and anchovies, right?" He winked at you

"I hate you sometimes, Torres" You sighed with a smile at his teasing "And yes, double cheese too"

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zoejanee09 · 6 months

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A Surprise? F.O

this was a suggestion

Summary: Finnick and you have always wanted to kids but you didnt when you thought was the right time so you never thought you would anytime soon but after you woke up after a very fun night with morning sickness? you take a test and you don't tell finnick until later that day.

You wake up but you quickly run to the bathroom to throw up. you hold up your hair hoping not go get anything in your hair. after what feels like forever you finally stopped throwing up and you just sit down on the floor for a while just trying to breath a bit. after a bit finnick wakes up and sees you in the bathroom. "you okay baby?" he says helping you up. you nod softly and puts your hair in a ponytail. "are you sure you look terrible?" he says feeling your head to see if you have a fever. "im fine baby dont worry." you kiss his cheek gently and walk out the bathroom to get get water for your headache. you drink a sip of water and he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your neck from behind you. "baby do you think you could get some food for tonight i was thinking of cooking?" you turn around to look at him as you ask. "yeah of course baby anything specific?" he asks smiling faintly down on you. "uh anything is fine baby." you say smiling up at him. he nods and kisses you goodbye.

Once he finally left you went to go throw up in the bathroom some more then the realization of the possibility you could be pregnant sets in. You look in your cupboard for a pregnancy test and you finally find two and you take them both and unbox them. you take the first one and you wait the ten minutes but you decided to take the second one before you look so you did so and waited another ten minutes so you look at the first and it says positive so you look at the second to verify the first one and it also says positive. you starts tearing up a bit outta joy but you hear the door to the front open so you put the tests in your pocket and you throw away the boxes and wipes your tears away. you walk to the door smiling big and you kisses finnick deeply as he enters the house with the groceries. "why are you so happy all of the sudden baby?" he laughs gently as he puts down the groceries. "what i cant be happy that my husband is home?" you laugh gently as you unpack the groceries looking at what you have to work with for dinner tonight. "you just looked so tired earlier and now you look like so happy i love it." he smiles softly as he hugs you from behind and kisses your neck gently. "alright now go rest or something dinner will be ready in about two or three hours." you say shooing him away so you can finally cook.

after a while of cooking while everything was in the oven you were able to get ready and put on the red silky dress he loves and hide the pregnancy tests in your room and you put on a bit of makeup. dinner was finally done and you set it up on the table and you walk outside to see him on the back porch. you slide the door and you walk outside to show him your outfit. "dinners ready baby." you say softly and smiling big. he looks at you adoringly and gets up. "you look gorgeous baby whats the occasion?" he says smiling big as he kisses you gently on your cheek. "i have a supirse for you!" you say smiling big. "well lets go eat before its cold." he says taking your hand and walking with you to the table. You sit across from him as you both pray and eat your food.

After about an hour you get up to go grab the pregnancy tests and you hide them behind your back. "are you ready for your surprise?" you say smiling really big. "of course!" he says. "close your eyes and lay your hands out and no peeking!" you say. he closes his eyes and you walk up and the pregnancy tests in his hand. "you can open." you say softly watching his every move waiting for his reaction. he opens his eyes and at first he's confused until he reads the words positive on both of the tests. "holy shit is this?" he looks up at you tears already forming in his eyes. "yes it is." you say nodding tears running down your face. "holy shit we're having a baby?" he says as his voice is shaky as tears of joy run down his face. "we are baby." you say waiting for him to do something. he stands up and picks you up and spins you around in joy. After a few seconds he finally puts you down and kisses you deeply and your heads rest against each other. He gets down on his knees and kisses your stomach "i cant wait to meet you." he says talking to your stomach and as you laughs softly. you kiss him once last time before you both go sit on the couch together and you rest your head on his shoulder. "you're gonna make such an amazing dad." you say looking up at him. "and your gonna be the best mother ever." he says kissing your forehead gently

A/N: i love this sm! thank you sm for suggesting this and i put sm into this anyways happy thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates!

#finnick x reader #finnick odair #thg finnick #thg fanfiction #the hunger games #finnick x oc #thg #finnick x y/n #thg fanart #suggestion #pregnancy

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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AITA for wanting my brother to eat other foods?

so my (19m) brother (14m) has an extremely simple diet of fried chicken, pizza and french fries. we both suspect he has autism (i've been diagnosed with autism and our symptoms line up) so i'm Assuming these are his safe foods, and yes it's unhealthy but it's better than nothing. but we do Not have the money to sustain his diet, it's just me, him and our mom (41) struggling with mental illness so neither of us can hold jobs for very long and mostly rely on food stamps every month, and they run out very quickly. and it's usually me or my mom making the chicken, the pizza is microwavable, and the french fries are either pre-packaged so he can put them in the oven, or i'm making them from scratch. and these have to be made alongside mine and mom's dinner. everyday. and when the food can be made by him it's all gone within a week (we buy alot at once but that drains money fast).

so the thing is. i said Assume they're his safe foods because he's literally (and i mean literally i've been with him nearly all day everyday his entire life) never eaten anything else besides simple sandwiches (we also make for him) for school lunch, so he doesnt even know what else he likes. he's tried my ramen noodles once before but threw it away immediately for what he says was "a texture thing" and thats IT and now he's averse to eating anything at all. i'm tired of having savings from what work i can do spent on him when nobody feels like doing all that cooking, when we have leftovers in the fridge of food he refuses to eat. i don't really use my money on anything else besides going out with friends every once in a while, so i kind of feel selfish not buying him food and letting him starve himself even though we have other things he will eat, he just doesn't want to make.

i also feel bad because i know he thinks he's a burden because of this and it makes him feel worse to bring it up. we've gone through a different food related problem with my mom (who's gotten better) getting upset at us for saying we don't want to eat after she complains that we have no money to eat, and it made an ED that i still struggle with so much worse and i don't want to be the one potentially doing that to him.

kindof related but it's also just bugging me, he does not do any chores. he doesn't clean his room, leaves empty (or half full) bottles everywhere, when he's making his food he uses all the oven trays and plates and piles them in the sink when i've personally complained that he could just wash them immediately, it takes 10 seconds. it's so annoying even though i'm not the one doing the dishes either (i wash all my dishes immediately after using them). it might be influencing my thoughts on his food habits even though it's not the same issue.

TL;DR we are broke with spotty income, my brother only eats chicken, pizza and french fries, rarely makes the food himself, isn't interested in eating anything else, and im getting asked to pay for takeout whenever we don't want to make his food for him. and i do not want to pay, so i feel bad.

so AITA and being selfish with my money when i should be looking out for him? and WIBTA if i got my mom to get him to eat anything else? (she thinks we can't force him but we are throughly annoyed). especially while school is out for the summer and we're not making him at least 1 grilled cheese everyday. or is my gut correct and we are seriously coddling him when he's 14 years old and should know better?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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hey cate ima very big fan of you’re work !! i was wondering if you could do a smutty fluffy spencer blurb, im allergic to latex condoms and lubricant, so i was thinking reader being embarrassed having to tell him about her allergie while foreplay when things start getting super steamy and before they go any further in the sexual act.

damn bestie that's a rough life to be living

You always thought Spencer would be shyer about kissing you, but things between you two have gotten heated more than once and Spencer doesn't hold back.

Every time before now, you had been in public or semi-public, and can't give in to the burning desire inside you. In his apartment, it's just the two of you. He had asked you over under the premise of cooking you dinner, but the oven isn't even turned on, and you're sitting on the couch making out.

It can't get much steamier on the two-seater, and you don't exactly want to have your first time with him in his living room.

He's thinking the same thing, pulling his lips back from yours and breathing heavily. "Want to go to the bedroom?" He offers, voice deeper than usual.

You notice how big his pupils are, lust written all over his features. You're sure you look the same. "Yes." You agree, moving off his lap so he can get up.

He pulls you up from the couch, dragging you towards the bedroom with renewed desire. You barely even make it past the door before your craving for him gets too strong and you grab his shirt to pull him closer to you and slam your lips against his.

He tugs his top off quickly, and your hands move to his hair. He pushes you onto the bed, crawling between your legs as you take off your clothes quickly.

When he finishes stripping you of your clothes and goes to take his pants off, you quickly pull away from the kiss, which has devolved into teeth rather than lips.

"Wait, stop." You say urgency.

He pulls away at the same pace, incredibly worried he's hurt you. "Are you okay?" He asks calmly. "We don't have to do anything tonight. No pressure."

You shake your head. "No. No, Spence, I want to." You assure him. The explaining is the bit you hate, wishing you could just use a regular condom and forgo the annoying interruption. All you're hoping is that it doesn't ruin the mood. "I just... I'm allergic to latex."

"Oh." He says. "That's rare. Less than 1% of people are."

"Thanks." You say like it's a question. "The problem is sex, like itching."

Spencer's brain connects to the emotional side after stating the facts. "I'll go get some latex-free condoms." He says quickly, grabbing his shirt from the ground.

You feel your heart swell with tenderness. Obviously, he wants to have sex with you, his hard cock in his pants tells you that, but he's genuinely concerned about making sure he doesn't hurt you, and that's sweet.

You stop him with a hand on his arm. "There's some in my purse." You tell him, jumping off the bed and walking to the living room where you left it. You're grateful he had the sense to close the curtains.

When you get back to his bedroom, he's smirking cockily, and you know he's thinking something smug. "Do you bring latex-free condoms everywhere?" He asks. "Or just to my place when you know we're going to be alone."

You laugh at him, throwing all four condoms at him. "Whenever I'm around you." You tell him. "Now you've got to use them all."

"Oh, I plan to." He assures you.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds

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deadricslover · 2 years

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"my heaven on earth"

here's my Masterlist!

he is so fucking attractive omg

a/n: not my gif! I got this as a request but I deleted it on accident😬. your requests are so good and because of that I would never tell u f off. maybe we should team up? im kidding don't worry. Was this a trope in a book? I think it was.

If you're in a relationship like the reader in this then please don't hesitate to get help. like Bruce says towards the end of this 'you have a right to be sad, even if he can't see that his behaviour is hurting you then that's enough'. that will make more sense when you read it lol. there are so many people or there for you so there's no need not to go to them <;3

summary: Richard is your soon to be ex boyfriend who has a tendency to act out and make you feel bad about yourself. One night you have had enough of it and decide to leave him for good this time, you don't have any other option but to go to your best friend Bruce for comfort and boy that is what he gave you.

warnings: mental abuse, angst, body dysmorphia, use of y/n, sexism, body shaming, language, pet names, pls tell me if I missed anything!

pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne X fem! reader. oc!ex bf X fem!reader

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Lord, you adored your boyfriend, Richard. He was great in every way. In every way, from setting up dates, prioritizing you, in bed and everything else that comes with being in a partnership. You'd go to any length for him, and he'd reciprocate. You'd say meeting him was the most memorable experience of your life.

But you also despised him. Every blood cell in his body, every word he said, every strand of hair on his head, his odour, practically everything about that jerk. Your relationship with Richard was so perplexing; one minute you despised his guts, the next you loved him and felt sorry for him because of all you said to him in the previous argument. Nobody knew about it, you didn't know who to turn to for help, and even if you did, you'd think you were being dramatic because maybe this is how a normal relationship works. 'No matter how big or small, if it's making you feel that horrible, it has to be fixed' your best friend, Bruce, used to say when you're sad. You had no idea what you had done to deserve him. You couldn't talk to Bruce about Richard since he knew him and might not believe you.

You were currently waiting for Richard to return from who knows where to his flat. There was no need for him to be angry with you tonight because you had cleaned the place and made dinner. So you thought. When the stench of burning touched your nose, you panicked and dashed over to check the timer, only to discover you had set it for ten hours instead of one. How did you do that? The dish had been baking for about two hours. Is it possible to save it? No way, because the bottom of the oven pasta you cooked had turned black and crunchy. The front door flew open at precisely the right moment.

"People are such jerks," he screams, slamming his keys on the table and pausing for a moment to catch his breath and re-compose himself. Your fear grows as you realize he could turn on you.

"Welcome home," you say with your back to him, trying not to make any assumptions. People can be angry for a short period of time, right? Richard, apparently not. He takes his hands away from his face and asks

"Baby, what's the smell?"

"Oh, silly me just burned dinner. It's not a big problem. we can order takeout."

"Take out?! again?! Do you want me getting fat?! Get a life, I don't want to look like you." Angry, he says, hurting your feelings over again. You think you'd get used to this, but you really don't. Each time it feels like your heart gets ripped out over and over again and in your eyes, you gain five pounds each time too.

"Fine. What do you want?" You turn around, visibly irritated.

"I don't know! While men are at work, women are supposed to take care of dinner! Not burn it and starve me! "He says loudly, startling you and making you fear that there will be another fallout. Goosebumps rise on your skin as your eyes expand slightly in panic. You're not sure what came over you at the time, but something did, and you regret it deeply.

"that's it. Richard, I'm sick to death of you constantly making me feel like shit! You treat me as though I'm useless, and I hate it."

"Do I? yeah? Sounds familiar, right? kinda similar to how you treat yourself maybe?" He says this as he approaches your face, crouching down slightly to reach your level. That was an experience you'd never forget. Tears welled up in your eyes from anguish and hurt, but mostly from disbelief. You know what Richard is like, but you never expected him to go that far. But then again, with him, you never know.

"Are you fucking crying?! Are you fucking kidding me? Grown ass woman crying over the smallest thing. Woman, I'm just telling you the truth and if you can't handle that then you're weaker than I ever fucking thought" He continues to rant. You're trying to block out his snide remarks, but the next stage of Richard's meltdowns usually has you feeling sorry for him. You do your hardest not to listen in, but it's difficult with Richard because he's so loud. How come your neighbors haven't phoned 911 or even been over to see if we're all right every fucking night when the screaming starts? I'm at a loss for words, I haven't a clue.

"yeah, Dick, I have a reason to cry, like usual! You, the meanest fucker on the planet, are continuously hurting my feelings, dragging me down, and making me feel worthless. I'm done with this bullshit; I couldn't care less. Do whatever you want with me; I'm leaving." You vehemently exclaim. He hates it when you call him dick but it's the perfect time for it isn't it. You've tried to leave before, but he always finds a way to keep you or force you to return. You never left, whether it was 'weeping' or seducing you. Until Now. You dash to your room, grabbing your wallet, shoes, and jacket before pushing past Richard and racing out the door, ignoring his pleadings and begs.

You made it out of the building and onto the sidewalk without him chasing you down or shouting at you from his window to stay. You didn't know where to go. For the first time in your life, you were at a loss. You had no idea what to do next because it was incredibly late and you knew there would be no coffee shops open to let you camp there and to figure out your next move. Going to your family was out of the question because they were too far away and you also didn't want to bother them or them asking what was going on and why you were here. A thought occurred to you. Bruce. He is usually out at ungodly hours, but you couldn't risk it. But what other option did you have? You begin walking with only yourself and your thoughts, making your way to The all-too-familiar Wayne tower. Once you reach your destination through the dark streets and past the odd cat meowing at you, you take a deep breath and gather strength for the knock you'll make on the door a few moments after. The door swings open to Bruce in a hoodie, clearly already awake before your arrival.

"Y/n. what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night"

"i'm sorry" you squeak out and he instantly knows your sad.

" Come inside and get a blanket, the heater's not working so they're the only source of warmth I have right now" he says, his voice tired and gravelly.

Bruce couldnt piece together what it was but he knew you needed comforting. So that's what he's going to give you. He saw it was you standing infront of the door through the window so he did something rash and turned off the heater on the way to the door so it would give him an exuse to be closer to you in hopes of giving you some comfort without instantly hugging you like he wanted so desperately to do.

"Sorry for barging in this early in the morning" you squeak out still not having the energy to say anything louder.

"I enjoy your company at all hours, Y/n. It's actually perfect, I was up anyway and bored for something to do and you being here is the best thing for that" He tells you the truth somehow mysteriously knowing exactly what you needed to hear. Tears welled in your eyes at the comment and you couldn't help but let them form. Bruce saw this and immediately stepped forward to give you the most comforting hug possible, Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, you reciprocating the action around his waist while he places his chin on top of your hair nuzzling his nose into your locks letting you sob quietly for a few moments. Bruce slowly brings the two of you over to the couch sitting down where he was previously alone and tucks the blanket around you, taking the wallet and phone out of your hands and placing them on the coffee table before removing your jacket for added comfort. Moments more go by and his natural scent is slowly comforting you and calming you down. Bruce knew this too, so he slowly stopped planting gentle kisses to your head and moved his head back to see your puffy face.

"You wanna tell me what's up? Why your pretty face is stained with tears?" he enquires gently with a soft face filled with remorse.

"It's nothing I'm just being dramatic" you reply knowing already that he is going to say something your middle aged mom would say when your were younger.

"sweetheart, if it's bothering you that much then it's clearly not nothing. You can talk to me" he says as he starts rubbing circles on your upper arm with his thumb

"No, really it's ok I just had nowhere else to go"

"No where else to go? could you not go home to Richard?" he asks confused. A wave of panic washes over you when he asks this because you would have no reason not to go home usually. You stare at Bruce in thought for a few moments trying to come up with ideas for a lie, but nothing pops into mind.

"Y/n, Why couldn't you go back to Richard?" He says as his face drops in realisation. Notice how he didn't say 'home' he said 'back to Richard?'. I have no problem going home, as long as Richard isn't there.

"I...uhm...it's- it's complicated you wouldn't understand" you stall in thought

"oh, hon. I think I do" His eyes now glimmer with sadness. You shake your head in response not being able to form a sentence right now in fear you will fuel Bruce's theories that are completely correct. This is exactly why you didn't want to come here, Bruce would feel bad, hate Richard and possibly go after him. You hated putting this on Bruce but then again you had nobody or nowhere else to go. He grabs you and gently pulls you in cautious that you may not be up for any more physical touch.

"y/n, does Richard scare you?" he asks gently to which you nod your head hesitantly

"well, does he hurt you... mentally or physically?" he continues to which again you just nod.

"both?" he asks in disbelief. You shake your head and back away to look at his face

"no" you squeak out

"then, which one?" you can't even think about it any more so you just break down again feeling like you're annoying Bruce with this whole situation

"I need to hear you say it, sweets" he presses.

you explain with heaps of hesitation what was going on and Bruce's reaction to it all was the hardest part to endure. His lips turned downwards as his eyes started to fill with tears. He looked like a sad lost puppy. His dark eyebrows furrowing in sadness and confusion, him stopping drawing circles on your upward bent knee when he takes in a new piece of information that kept getting worse as the story went on. But overall Bruce listened the entire time comforting you but also not pressuring you to talk about it as he knows that you may not feel up to it right now. He seems to have restricted his physical touch on you because he's not sure if you're completely comfortable with it. He couldn't even imagine that someone would want to do something like that- especially to you! In Bruce's eyes you are the most perfect human being, inside and out. You're bubbly, kind personality boosting your physical appearance was the most comforting presence to him and seeing that all of that has been broken down by someone boils his blood, but most of all makes him feel endless amounts of pity towards you. When you are ending your paragraph, Bruce sees that you are fiddling with the seam of your hoodie sleeve while stalling and not telling him the next part straight away. He realises that this is something you want to keep to yourself for a bit so he respects that and interrupts your jumble of nonsense.

"you don't have to." he coos softly as his left hand that is draped over the back of the couch behind you plays with your hair lightly.

"You have no idea how sorry for you I am, petal. But I'm so so proud of you that you got away from him and told me about it, because that must have been so hard to do. It must have taken so much bravery that I know you have because you are one of the strongest people I know and I applaud you for that. Why didn't you come to me sooner?" you can hear his voice quivering in sadness although he tries to mask it for your sake.

"I don't want you feeling sorry for me, Bruce. But telling someone about a situation like this is unbelievably hard to do. And I thought maybe I was being overly sensitive about it and th-" Bruce had to take a second to process what you just said. He couldn't believe that you would even think that.

"Hey. No. You are not being sensitive about any of this. What you just told me showed how big of an asshole he is, you are definitely not being overdramatic. Why would you even think that?! And even if none of what you just told me was true --which it is-- you have a right to be sad, if he can't see that his behaviour is hurting you then that's enough." God, you were thankful you had someone as perfect as Bruce in your life. If you didn't you had no idea what you would do, you were unbelievably lucky to have him.

"I love you, Bruce, thank you for everything"

"I love you so much more. There's no need to be thankful, anybody would do this for their favourite person" he replies melting your heart for the one thousandth time.

"You can take my bed, I'll stay on the couch. Okay?" he inquires hearing your uneven, lazy breaths and seeing your yawns

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that. I'll go back home it's alright. He's probably asleep now" you try to reason but Bruce was not having it.

"No. That is not happening. I will go over tomorrow to get your stuff and you are going to stay here with me, you never have to see that bastard ever again. You hear me?" wow, he's perfect. You put on a thankful face and throw yourself forward for a hug which he instantly reciprocates and squeezed you slightly, kissing the top of your head.

"Promise me two things?" you ask in hope

"anything" he responds

"one. you don't beat him up when you go over tomorrow." you state which earns a heartfelt soft laugh from him. feeling his vibrations from the sound and the way his body moved when he let it out was one of the best feelings.

"no promises. He did make my heaven on earth feel miserable" he had to stop this or else you're going to fall in love with him....................

"I'm serious, Wayne. And second. You stay with me in your bed. I don't want to be alone. I already felt so alone before this so."

"of course, my love. anything for you." right there and then you felt safe. you knew everything would be ok and Bruce would be there for you no matter what happens like the god he is.

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PT.2 here!

#dc #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne fluff #batman #the dark knight #batman begins #christian bale x reader #christian bale #deadricslover

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starlitangels · 9 months

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for the word im thinkingg reverie andd with guy

One of my favorite words!

Reverie

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Guy likes cooking. He always has. It's easy. You have instructions, you follow them. There's enough repetition that it keeps his mind delightfully empty save for instructions.

And when his mind is empty, it frees up disk space for him to imagine and dream. He's been writing since he was a kid, and he's finally making headway. Cooking helps him work through plotholes.

Sometimes it means he over-mixes his batter, but his hands go on screensaver mode while his brain spins.

This time, however, his mind isn't on the sitcom he's been brewing in the back of his mind.

Because you're actually home from work early.

And it's always a sight to watch you doing your after-work decompression workout.

His hand around the rubber scraper is going in circles in the saucepan of dinner, but he's not looking at the au gratin potatoes. He's watching you do pushups in the living room.

"You know," you say, "if you take a picture, it will last a lot longer."

Guy jolts, your voice knocking him from his reverie.

"Well sure," he replies. "But pictures don't move—and a video wouldn't render the detail of watching those muscles roll under your skin." He purrs seductively—and jokingly. Earning him a scoff and eye-roll from you nonetheless.

"You're gonna burn the potatoes," you remark.

"I'm paying attention," Guy says defensively. Proving his point by tearing his gaze away from your backside to his saucepan of potatoes.

You snort and continue your decompression workout. "Sure you are," you retort.

Guy swears under his breath and scrapes at where some of the potatoes are nearly burned to the bottom of the pan. You smirk—your point proven—and push yourself to your feet. Catching Guy sneaking a peek out of the corner of his eye.

"Enjoying the view?" you ask sarcastically.

Guy—potato scraping finished—whirls, placing the back of his hand on his forehead. "Always, honey!" he exclaims. "You find me entranced and enraptured by your unique level of intermittent affection and unendingly attracted to your disgruntled expressions and sexy ass—"

"Guy!"

He blinks, blue-green eyes turning innocent in a heartbeat. "Yeah baby?"

You roll your eyes. Again. "You've got such a crass mouth, Guy."

Regret fills you the moment Guy's face splits into that smile that spells trouble. "Well, why don't you come do something about my crass mouth?"

You lift a brow. "You're supposed to be watching the potatoes so they don't scald to the bottom of the pot."

"I can do both!"

"I'm gonna go shower," you say. "I'll be back. Stay. Here."

"But what if I wanna join you in the shower?"

"Too bad. Chicken is in the oven and you're on potato duty." You move to leave the room—but Guy grabs your wrist.

"One kiss?" He turns big, pleading eyes on you, batting his lashes.

"One." You lean and press a kiss to his mouth.

He tries to deepen it, greedily grabbing for more, but you pull away.

"Nuh-uh. I'm going to go shower." You pull away and dodge out of the room.

"Honeeeeeyyyyy!" Guy complains.

You snort as you shut the door to the bathroom. "Daydream about me if you're that needy!" you call.

"I already did that all day!" Guy whines.

"Dinner first. Then we'll see." You twist the knob of the shower to get it to start to warm up.

"Fiiiiine."

#Star does Micro Fics #Redacted Audio #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Guy #Redacted Honey

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nukleator · 9 months

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What the fuuuuuuck dinner service was a disaster today. First of all, was slow in the morning so prep/stock up should have been no problem, but that was not the case... Then dinner started completely dead and then exploded with big parties which, again, shouldn't have been a problem. But FNG is 2 hours late and i realize if i didnt stay late the line would be fucked up rn. Then fryer pilot light wont stay lit, cook says were out of a popular appetizer so KM and GM go make it, while i watch the line. Then cook tells me hes out of ANOTHER popular app and GM hears it and says fuck no and tells me to go prep it. While im doing that, i get more stuff added on that were quote unquote out of... Finish the apps and see FNG in the weeds, go to help him and im like "ummmm are these all the tarts u have left??" And he goes "ya" BRUH he literally had enough for his current tickets and thats it and he was just standing there not a care in the world. So then im baking more tarts in the kitchen cuz i dont have time to preheat the prep oven. MEANWHILE the shift leader who has worked here 30 fuckin years is asking me "ohh we have an order for burger but they have severe dairy allergy ... So no cheese but Should i give them the bun?" NO!!!! IT HAS DAIRY IN ITTTTT and then KM asks me when im leaving and im hit with the exhaustion of working a 12 hour shift on 2 hrs of sleep and im like "now......? Pls" then i didnt even leave because the fucking walk in is dripping water everywhere and im just done. Had fun though honestly. Have another 12 hour tomrorw

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buckybraneslover111 · 2 years

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Not now- Frank

summary; part 2 of Not Today; you haven’t talked to Frank in a few days after your fight. It has been very weird and awkward around the house, you had no where to go and either does Frank, so you were stuck. He’s been trying to get you to talk to him but you won’t, until one day when you need his help.

warnings; fluffy fluff, blood(reader cuts her finger while cooking.), make-out session.

It’s been a while since you talked to Frank, ignoring him was the best thing right now. You were still upset with him fighting with you over something so innocent as talking to an old friend. He apologized to you over and over again, wishing you would just speak to him, but you ignored him or say, not now Frank.

You just wanted to be by yourself for a while, collect your thoughts and just be alone. You felt bad ignoring him and not talking to him but he deserves it after the way he treated you. You were upset and missed his touch and his kisses and his voice. While he was at work, you decided that today you were finally going to talk to him, finally get him to touch you again. You figured you would make him dinner and talk about your feelings while in a comfortable position.

Frank walked into the house after work, he could smell your cooking from the driveway. He took his shoes off at the door hanging up his jacket on the coat rack. He walked to the kitchen and saw you by the stove; your hair was tied up in a messy bun, biker shorts and a crop top with an apron wrapped around your waist. You had two pots on the stove cooking whatever it was you were making with something in the oven. Frank stood by the doorway for the kitchen and watched you cook. You had on a speaker playing soft music, you picked up your glass of wine that was by the stove and took a sip from it as you watched the water boil. Frank cleared his throat, causing you to jump and turn around looking at him, “When’s dinner?”

You blushed deeply and turned back around to stir the pot. You looked at the time and saw it was 5:17pm, “Uhm, dinner is at 6.” you said softly.

“Hmm? What was that?” he frowned a little not hearing you.

“Dinner is at 6.” you said a little louder then turned your head to look at him, “We are having pasta and meatballs.”

He nodded, “Okay, im gonna go shower.” he walked up the stairs and he sighed to himself. He was happy you said more than two words to him, finally. He wanted to find out why you were making dinner for the both of you, you never did that, only when something was going on, or you wanted something from him. Maybe you were finally going to break up with him and say you are leaving him and doing it over dinner. So many thoughts ran through his mind as he stepped into the shower, hoping that you weren’t about to break up with him over pasta and meatballs.

After his shower he got dressed in grey sweats and a white t-shirt. He looked at the clock saying, 5:45pm, he hummed walking down the stairs and to the kitchen. You were still cooking dinner, humming to the song playing. He walked up behind you and reached in the cabinet grabbing two plates. “I’ll set the table.” You turned to him and nodded stirring the pasta.

You turned to the island and grabbed an onion, “You want onions in your sauce?” you looked at him as he was grabbing silverware.

“Uhm, yeah that’s fine.” he walked to the dining room and set the table. You grabbed a knife from the draw and started to cut the onion. You went to cut more of it when your hand slipped and you cut the tip of your finger.

“Ow fuck!” your hand started to shake and you quickly grabbed a paper towel and wrapped your finger in it. “Frank! Frank!” blood started to seep through the paper towel, “Frank!!” you yelled as he walked into the room.

“What?! Why are you screaming?!” he looked at your panicked face then down at your hand covered in blood, “Shit!” he walked quickly over to you and grabbed your wrist, “What happened?” He grabbed another paper towel replacing the other one.

“I-I was cutting the on-onion and my hand slipped and I-I cut my finger.” you cried in pain resting your head on his shoulder, “Help me Frank please! It hurts!”

“Alright, alright,” he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “Let me just see how bad it is, in case we gotta go to the hospital or if I can just stitch you up here.” he opens up the towel as you hide your face in his neck wincing. He looks at your finger as it was cut open, but not so badly. “Alright its okay baby,” he puts the towel on it again, “Lets go to the bathroom, I’ll clean it and put a bandage on it, you'll be fine babe.” he walks with you to the bathroom and sits you down on the toilet. You hold your wrist and whine as he walks away from you to grab the first aid kit, “Its okay baby, I’m right here.” he walks back to you and takes the towel off and starts cleaning up your finger and then he wraps a bandage around it with tape to keep it secure.

“Is it that bad?” you whimper looking at him.

“No. You nicked it. Only reason there was so much blood is because you were drinking. Alcohol can increase your blood flow and cause more blood to come out when you cut yourself. Its the smallest cut baby, you'll be fine.” he kisses your head then your finger and you nod up at him.

“Sorry about dinner.” you sniffled.

“What? No baby its okay, you didnt do anything wrong. We dont have to have the onions baby. Come on lets go eat.” he helps you up and you quickly hug him tightly not letting go. He looks down at you then wraps his arms around you hugging you back. You take in a breath smelling his cologne, warm and woody, you let out a shaky breath. He looked down at you as he felt his shirt getting wet, you had your eyes shut, tearing running down your face. He tightened his grip around you pulling you in closer, if that was possible.

“I miss you...” you said softly against his chest.

“I miss you too.” he kisses the top of your head hiding his face in your hair.

After dinner, you both were snuggled up on the couch, Frank was laying on his back, with you between his legs, laying with your chest on his. You had a big fuzzy blanket on top of you both while watching Wedding Crashers, Frank’s favorite movie. You started to get bored of the movie and you started tracing meaningless letters on his chest. He rubbed your back pulling you into him more as you tilted your head up kissing his jaw to his cheek. He shifted himself a little, you moved up so you were straddling his waist as you sat up on his lap. He had one hand behind his head, he looked over at you and smiled a little, “You alright?” he rubbed your thigh as you stared back at him.

“I love you Frank, I really do.” you put your hands on his chest looking down at him rubbing his chest.

“I love you too pumpkin.”

“I-I...” you sniffled now avoiding eye contact tracing circles on his chest, “I want to apologize for what I said that day. I was just very upset and I never want to feel that way again Frank. I never want to say those things to you again,” Frank rubbed your sides, now sitting up to be eye level with you on his lap, “I made you dinner to make up for the times I ignored you, how I treated you these past couple of days. You didnt deserve it, I-I...” Frank shushed you before you continued on. He puts his hand on your cheek moving your head towards him, making eye contact with you. You had tears in your eyes, some running down your cheeks, “F-Frank...”

“Shhh, please dont apologize.” he whispered against your lips, his eyes closing as he rests his forehead against yours, “Please, dont apologize y/n. I love you so much. I-I...I am going to stop drinking, stop smoking, everything. I just wanna be with you, holding you, loving you. I have not treated you fairly since we first met but I want to change. I can't stand the fact of you not being in my arms or being around me, talking to me. You deserve so much better than me, but I wanna work this out with you, I wanna be with you. If you'd let me, I wanna be with you and I will change.” he opens his eyes when he feels your hands on his cheeks..

“I wanna be with you too. I love you.” you leaned in kissing him softly, bringing him closer to your body. He wrapped his arms around your waist, placing both of his hands on your back. Your lips moved slowly against his, hands going into his hair and tugging a little. He slides his tongue against your bottom lip, letting out a small gasp you open your mouth for him to slid his tongue in. His tongue running smoothly against yours, he lays back down on the couch with you on top of him. When you started to feel your lungs burn, you pulled away looking drunk on lust. Both staring into each others eyes, lips swollen and red.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you Frank.”

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tags: @airedale17 @madehellline @cjand10 @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @evanstanwhore @thirsttrapkingvinnie

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian x y/n #sebastian x reader #sebastian stan x fluff #frank endings beginnings #frank #frank x y/n #frank x you #frank x reader #frank au

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mooifyourecows · 1 year

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moo there’s so much to share !!!

first of all, spotify wrapped is out and the amount of joy brought to me by looking at yours is unmatchable. ALSO i don’t use spotify so mine isn’t annual BUT i checked my apple music replay today and i think it is so telling so i will put some pictures! (also for top artists my fifth is matt maeson but i messed up my picture because i was in class and distracted)

also !! thanksgiving !! saw that you made your dinner high and i think that is so fun , and glad you didn’t get hurt or anything ! i’m so spacey already i can’t imagine cooking while inebriated (does inebriated work for things other than alcohol? would intoxicated be the right word? i’ve always thought of it as intoxicated as drunk and inebriated as high)

thanksgiving was super fun this year , and i also cooked thanksgiving dinner ! not all of it of course , but i helped with everything but the turkey and did a couple things myself ! made the casseroles and stuffing and made pumpkin cheesecake and the pie filling for the pumpkin pie ! then the other stuff we made , mashed potatoes , sweet potatoes , and brussel sprouts that i helped with all of and we also made pecan pie and cornbread stuffing and greens and stuffed mushrooms. the desserts we made were a tart with maple custard pecan crust and apple roses (left) pumpkin cheesecake (middle left) pecan pie (middle right) and pumpkin pie (right) super proud of them

and i forgot everything else i wanted to say but i am also doing very well in school !! lowest grade is 87 (and a 17 but i am working on it i just have a very big missing assignment) and i am looking into colleges and majors and what colleges are good for each major so hopefully i can find some cool places to look into more !

i hope you’re doing well and enjoying the beginning of the holiday season !!

Matt Maeson and Bon Iver = great taste

(I don't listen to enough of mitski or loona to be able to tell if that = great taste but i assume it does)

i think inebriated is mostly used for drunk but i get you 👉 though in my experience, cooking while drunk is more dangerous than cooking while high. when i'm drunk, my pain tolerance gets too high and i'm way too off center so i am pretty much guaranteed to burn or cut myself. usually burn. i think i've burned myself on the stove or oven every single time i've drunk cooked. and i usually don't realize how bad it is until the next day so that's no bueno! don't drink and cook, unless you are not using harmful tools or have the supervision of a sober person! meanwhile when i'm cooking while high, it just takes me like… double or triple the amount of time to complete tasks because i constantly forget what i'm supposed to be doing, or get so enraptured in what i'm doing that everything else fades away and I've been doing the same thing for an hour when it was supposed to only take ten minutes

EITHER WAY, this is me being a responsible adult: don't do drugs or drink alcohol and then do potentially dangerous things

your food looks delicious babe, im glad you had fun and had lots of yummy stuff to eat 🖤

Congrats on your good grades too! good luck looking for schools and majors but make sure you don't stress out too much about that stuff. it's totally natural and expected that you change your mind about what you want to do. nobody should have to make a decision about the rest of their life when they're just a teenager! don't be afraid to test things out first, go to school undeclared for a few years if you want, just to try out different courses and learn where your true passions lie! There are so many jobs and fields out there that you don't even KNOW about when you're a teenager but could discover from just experimenting with classes that interest you. so don't feel like you gotta pick something and then stick to it for the rest of your life! Change your mind a million times, I highly encourage it 🖤🎉

thank you for the cute pup pictures 🌈

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morbidsama · 5 years

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now that i wont be overworked all the time i want to try and go fully vegan again so bad

#i will actually have TIME to COOK now.. wild #i say as im working while dinner cooks in the oven #jim.txt #like if read

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gjrain20-starwars · 2 years

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Could you do a Tech x female!reader? Something fluffy please

I am so sorry I am just getting to this a million months later. I promise I did not forget about you!! I hope this is fluffy enough 😁

Anniversary

Tech x fem!reader | Word Count: TBA

“No, no, no, no, no!!” The dinner you were cooking had burned in the oven. You opened the oven door, then went to open all the windows to let out the billowing smoke. It turned out that you had accidentally misread the baking temperature and forgot to change it to the correct unit and doubled the baking time on accident. The roast had turned into a black brick and the vegetables turned into tough, burned jerky. It was a disaster all around.

You quickly made an effort to clean up the mess and made it look like nothing had happened when Tech finally arrived home. It was your anniversary of when you two had started dating. You wanted to try something different besides takeout and simple recipes, you wanted to pull all the stops for a romantic dinner and movie tonight. The table was set up with a nice red tablecloth, two tall white candles and a small wreath for a centerpiece, and some new place and cutlery you purchased thanks to your new job working at Cid’s bar.

You had found a couple documentaries for Tech to choose from for the movie night. You had found a nature documentary on ocean creatures, a documentary detailing how weapons and ammunition were made, and one talking about the history of Ord Mantell City and how it came to be the city it is today. You werent sure which one he would choose or if he’d choose a different one from your streaming service, which he helped pay for since he liked watching TV with you. It meant he got to be with you and learn something new at the same time.

As you were fanning out the smoke, Tech rushed in panicked. He saw the smoke from outside and immediately ran inside. You looked at him with complete shock.

“You were supposed to tell me when you were landing so I could come greet you and bring you home. I was going to surprise you.” You pouted.

“Well, you certainly surprised me with the smoke coming from your window.”

Tech made his way over to hold you.

“Are you ok, love?”

“Yeah, im fine. I burnt the dinner we were going to have. I was going to try making a roast but I read the cooking instructions wrong. So, unless you want a brick for dinner, we are going to have to get takeout.”

“That’s not a problem.” He said while giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“I was kind of hoping to do something different besides takeout since it’s our anniversary.” You sighed, holding him tighter. You may have been disappointed in yourself, but he didn’t really have a problem with a change in plans.

“Well, the table setup is lovely. We could plate the takeout and still have a lovely evening. It’s still going to be a wonderful evening since I get to spend it with you.”

“Really?”

“Really. It be shallow of me to be upset since you put in a huge effort into making a dinner for us. It may not have gone according to plan, but you still tried because I know you love me. What we have for dinner isn’t going to change that for me, or for you.”

You started tearing up. Tech knew what to say and always appreciated the efforts you made in planning some of the dates you had. He always felt the ones you had planned were better because he wasn’t sure how to plan an extravagant date, but this wasn’t your first rodeo. This time, you had someone to appreciate your efforts.

“Well then, what shall we get for dinner?” You asked.

“How about you stay here and keep dealing with the smoke issue, and I’ll get the takeout. Do kebabs sound good tonight?”

“Kebabs sound great.”

There was a little barbecue stand by Cid’s that sold kebabs. The stand sold a ton of different kebabs including meat ones, veggie ones, or a combo of meat and veggies. Tech picked up a variety of different ones for the two of you to try together.

You had finished cleaning the mess and had time to get fancy like you wanted. You had bought a cute, lacy, red dress for tonight and put on a perfect, bold, red lip to match. Even if dinner didn’t go to plan, your look for the night went exactly to plan.

Tech walked in and saw you. His jaw dropped. You were wearing his favorite color and turned yourself into a goddess. His goddess. He kissed you on the cheek, then went to get changed as you took the kebabs and plated them. Tech came out in a nice, white dress shirt with a red bow tie to match you.

You showed him the documentaries you had picked out to see which one he wanted to watch. He chose the nature documentary since it was different from anything dealing with the missions. As you started to walk towards the table, Tech pulled you in for a kiss. You melted at his touch as he held you. As he pulled away from the kiss, he whispered

“Happy Anniversary mesh’la.”

#the bad batch #the bad batch tech #tech x fem!reader #requests for rain #really late reply #my bad

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ffxv-chocoheadcanons · 3 years

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Request (if it hasn’t been done already and if you have time) of Ignis coming home to his S/O crying because she tried to surprise him with dinner but burned it badly.

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AN: whooooo late af buy here we go, started this at work on my break on my phone so let's hops this is decent, once again I'm sorry but ima make this Poly and ABO cause I'm a weak ass Simp who loves them and can't pick one and who loves this AU

Word Count: 913 (im sorry its short didint know how to end it)

Pairing: Chocobros x Omega Reader

Dynamics:

Noctics [Alpha], Gladio [Alpha], Ignis [Alpha], Prompto [Beta]

Warnings:Pregnancy

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You could do this! You were a strong independent Omega who could make a meal for her hardworking pack mates. With your chest huffed you nod to yourself, placing the phone down. You could remember this! ….. or maybe not, looking at the phone again re reading the line you tried to measure out the ingredients again before throwing it into the bowl to mix together. The air was filled with your prideful scent as you danced in the kitchen to the music playing on a speaker.

You could bake a little so this shouldn't be a problem right? Put it all together in the pan you checked the phone before walking away to the oven. Clicking a few buttons you paused… Did it say a 3 or an 8? You couldn't remember but shrugged it off, no harm. Placing the dish into the oven you shuffled off to get the table ready. You wanted to surprise them all. Noctis and Ignis had a day full of meetings after meeting, as well as Prompto and Gladio training more. They wanted everything settled and done for the pups' arrival. You looked down at the apron on your body as it bulged out some. Running a hand over it you hummed thinking back to when you told them.

Nothing but love and affection when you let them know. They wanted to move you into the citadel so they could watch you all the time when they aren't home, or have you around guards 24/7 but you wanted to stay, it bothered you thinking of all the guards, strangers, and others close to a nest, or around you with off scents. The thought of it makes your stomach do a flip making the pup get anxious. Rubbing the bump you huffed moving to go sit down on the couch. Taking the apron off you set it on the coffee table sitting down,turning the TV on and the speaker off. Putting up your swollen ankles.

Watching the TV you let your mind drift off and let time pass before you caught the scent of…. Burning? Burning why would something, OH SIX THE FOOD. Jumping up with a distressed chirp you rushed into the kitchen coughing, turning off the oven. Opening it you struggled to get the food out waving a rag around. Letting it fall on top you yelped from a small burn on your fingers. Whining you heard the smoke detectors go off. Looking up you scrambled to find the broom to try and hit it. Hitting it you knocked it off the wall hitting you on top of your head. Yelping you hunched over, holding your head, unable to hold the flow of distressed chirps flowing from your mouth.

The door flew open meeting by calls of your name. Looking up at the door your view was filled by the other 4 coming in ready for a fight. They paused seeing the smoke and burning smell as well as the muffled screams of a smoke detector. Gladio picked up the smoke detector hitting the button to turn it off as he glanced at Prompto and Ncotis helping you up to sit down on the chair. Ignis sniffled for a second before spying the source of the burning smell.

You whined with another chirp leaning into Noctis as Prompto rubbed your shoulders with a kiss on your head. "I… I tried to make dinner but, but i-'' you could stop the flow of tears falling down your face. You felt guilty, you ruined dinner, with small chirps and hiccups you reached for Noctis feeling the wave of emotions crash down on you. Noctis let you cling to him as he scented you. "Hey… hey it's okay" he tried to comfort you with small purrs of his own. “I just wanted to do something special” you whined, sniffling hard. Ignis set to fix the kitchen glancing over with a soft sigh. “Love, it's alright, please don't stress over this. It was an accident”

Gladio moved closer crouching down in front of you, looking at your eyes you whined nuzzling more into Noctis holding Prompto's hand closer to you. Gladio placed his hands on your knees and he gave a low purr. “Y/N it's alright accidents happen all the time, it's not your fault this happened” moving to stand fully he moved his head to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

Ignis came back out from the kitchen to you and his pack mates, “accidents happen sometimes love, when i learned how to cook i burned things as well, a lot of meals and Noctis here still burns food” Noctis gave a small huff at that with a small glare. Before pressing his face back into your hair with a purr. Prompto couldn't help but laugh a little at Noctis before moving your hand to his lips. “This also just means we can get some take out, maybe from your favorite place as well?”

Hearing it you nod giving a sniffle before looking back at Ignis. “Can we?” he was quiet thinking before rising to his feet. “Alright… fine” he couldn't deny you, your one of his mates, and their Omega not to mention pregnant with their pup. With a small purr, you moved to get up pulling them along. “Nest? While we wait?” Prompto grinned with excitement bounding down the hall to the nest room. “Yes! Come on let's go!” Prompto purred loudly.

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