#we need more smiling risotto

[x0kuja0x]

✂️ Smile expressions challenge! ✂️

#jjba #golden wind #jjba fanart #jjba part 5 #jojo's bizarre adventure #la squadra #la squadra esecuzioni #risotto nero #risotto #fanart #my art #vento aureo #jojo vento aureo #jojo #expression challenge #i made this bc i want him to be happy #we need more smiling risotto

[killykstudio]

Melancholia

Miguel O'Hara × Cheated on!Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;

Warnings: mention of smut, 18+, no minors, angst , cheating , mention of heavy themes as su1c1de, depress1on and anx1ety, fluff.

Summary: at your own wedding you discover that your own husband is cheating on you. This leads you in a spiral of anger and desperation , until your husband's best man notices that and decides to take matters into his hands.

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"smile! Today it's your day!" Your sister says with a fake smile covering her clearly annoyed face by your attitude. " you can at least try , everybody is here for you , for the bride! You can't walk around with that face". To please her you try your best to on bright smile , but it only results in a grimace of wrinkles. She sighs in defeat." Go upside to the bedroom and try to fix this issue " she gives you a weak smile and with her hand points to the stairs.

You start walking towards them , trying to pass through the sea of guests.

Everything is fine

Everything is fine

Everything is fine

Everything is f-

"Y/N!Honey!" You recognise the voice and you continue to walk , until a figure of a man comes in your eyesight. It's your husband. He is sweating, all messy , he looks like he has just run a marathon.

"You don't look well.Can we go to a private place and tal-"

You push him aside , your face looks dead, like nothing could care for you

"Y/N!" He tries to make you stop but anything by grabbing your wrist. Everybody around started staring at the two of you. He notices this and gets heavily embarrassed."You should smile. You are prettier when you do it". He spit these words with such venom and anger, there was no tender behind them.He leaves your wrist and watches you taking the stairs still annoyed by your mood.

He heads outside , where he meets his best man : Miguel O'Hara.

The two met at work, they become rather quickly friends by spending mostly time at the labs , talking about interdimensional travelling. During a New years night you got the chance to meet him: it was a month before your wedding you , your friends and a small group of your husbands were in Florence, there everybody drank a little too much and quickly enough you found yourself alone in a bar with your husband's best man. He was cold and looked at you with a rather pissed off face, so , sinché he cut all the time your small talk, you decide to leave , but in the moment you stand up , your knees went weak and you almost fell on the ground , if it weren't for Miguel huge hands that quickly wrapped around your waist before anything could happen. Soon enough he was escorting you to the hotel. Here you got a chance to look at him even better.

Good you didn't know if was the alcohol or anything, but he was gorgeous. You were so hypnotizided by his features that you didn't realise that you were in your bedroom, until he pulled you up bride style and laid you on the bed , putting on you a blanket. "If you need anything call me alright? I'm sleeping in the next room. Okay, muñeca?" You blushed by the sweet nickname, thank god half of your face was under the blanket. He gave you a sweet smile and got out.

At the time you didn't know that that night would become your best and worst of your life till now.

" do you have to smoke?" Your husband asks. " No, you know I don't use that kind of thing" Miguel sounded irritated. He knows what was happening and felt an asshole for doing nothing to prevent this situation. "Eugh...what a mess of day. I hate weddings. Have you tasted the risotto? It was horrible and I'm exhausted talking to everybody , can they leave alone for a moment.." he continues to complain. Everything he says enters in Miguels right ear and goes out from his left. He couldn't care less. " also that bitch of y/n is acting strangely, going around like we are at a funeral. She should be more grateful for everything I gave to her and I did to h- Miguel?" That's it, he had enough, Miguel started walking in park in front of the luxurious house, his blood was boiling, in that moment he swears that if he heard another word falling from his friend about you , he would have killed him.

Friend? Miguel was thinking to himself.

In the last period he started becoming more distant to his friend, since what happened that night in Florence. Heading back to his room he heard your husband in the room in front of him screaming someone else's name with moans and groans, then a female voice came to his ears, the voice of one of his friends. He got in the room quickly and tried to not think about it, to shove it inside him , but he couldn't. He thought about you , how you didn't deserve such a thing as you appeared to him as a nice person, maybe he didn't know you enough , maybe the situation was more complicated. Eventually he spent more time with you and this only worsened the situation: you were such an interesting woman with a complex personality; you didn't smile a lot, but liked making sarcastic jokes and the few times you showed true happiness , you were glowing ,engulfed by the feeling, that you actually craved , when the others thought the opposite. Most of the time you were immersed in your own thoughts, some people would judge you as pessimistic , but still though kind and caring.

You could never have done something to his friend on purpose and you could never have cheated on him how he did to you one month prior to your wedding.

"Do you think it suits me?" You looked at Miguel in the mirror. He was speechless by your beauty: you were dressed in a divine white dress. He nodded "Nunca he puesto los ojos en una cosa más hermosa, muñeca" he whispered. Miguel you know I don't know Spanish!"

"I could teach it to you" he smirked.

"CieRtaMente" you said with the worst accent.

He left out a feeble laugh.

Before he could have said anything else , he was interrupted by your parents and friends opinions on the dress which led you to choose another one, less beautiful,but you still remained so divine to him.

You looked excited with a few hints of anxiousness, but still he could see you were truly grateful for this chance the life gave you: being loved. Or at least thinking you were.The guilt he felt become with time more heavy.

How would you react to such news? How could he say it to you?

Would he ruin everything if he talked?

What right did he to be the one to spill everything?

A splash snaps him out of thoughts.

It has came from a small idyllic lake from near him. He didn't realise how far from the villa he walked.

Others splash like sounds come from the lake. Curiosity takes the lead of his brain and gets near.That's when shock and worry suppressed curiosity: you were covered by the layers of your dress, immersed in the cold waters with your eye closed, clearly unconscious, your lips purple, mouth semi open and your make up smudged, you looked incredibly peaceful; all around you fallen leaves and ninfe making it look like you were in a painting. Without thinking further he jumps in and,even though struggling with the layers of your dress, he catches you, taking you out of the water,then he gets out, carrying bridal style. He places you on the ground.

"Y/N!" He continues to scream your name meanwhile checking your pulse. He was panting: heavy breaths full of worry leaving his plump lips.

Seeyin you still unconscious, he leans in and your lips meet. He fills your lunges with his air and slowly you regain your consciousness. You grab his biceps and he leaves your mouth panting heavy. You miss his warmth and whine at the loss of it.

You two stare at each other, then Miguel breaks the silence:

"why?"

Thank you for reading!

Part 2 is out!

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #fanfiction #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spider man 2099 #spider man #atsv miguel #atsv #itsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara angst #atsv smut

[trashpandato]

Dinner

For as much as Kara loves food, thinks about food, talks about food, dreams about food, she’s not very good at actually making it herself.

It’s been a thing for as long as she can remember. Several of her childhood memories of Krypton involve Alura shooing her out of the kitchen after Kara managed to spill key ingredients in her attempt to help her mother make dinner. In Midvale, Eliza straight up banned her from the kitchen at some point. Granted, it only happened after the fifth visit from the fire department, but Kara still feels a little sour about it. All she wants, all she has ever wanted was to learn how to cook a few basics: pasta, cookies, maybe a pie or two. But for some reason, almost all of Kara’s attempts to learn have resulted in unmitigated disasters and a general unwillingness of others to try and share a kitchen with her.

So now she mostly orders take-out, buys pre-made meals that she only has to heat up, or relies on others to do the cooking for her. At the same time, she still really wants to learn.

When Lena cooks her dinner for the first time, Kara’s mind is blown. In between mouthfuls of creamy, delicious risotto, Kara swoons.

“Lena! This is, it’s so good!”

Lena chuckles. “You sound surprised. I don’t know if I should be offended.”

“Yeah. I mean, no! It’s just, I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I don’t have a lot of time, but I do enjoy it. It’s relaxing.”

The question comes out before Kara can control it: “Would you teach me?”

“Teach you? To cook?”

Kara puts her fork down to avoid flinging bits of rice around. She’s known to gesticulate wildly when she’s excited about something and has learned that it’s better not to do that with utensils in hand.

“Yeah. I, um, I’m kind of terrible at it. So terrible, in fact, that I’m not allowed anywhere near Eliza’s kitchen anymore.”

Lena doesn’t seem too surprised at this admission. 

“But you still want to learn?”

“I do! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Just something simple that I can make for myself at home.”

Lena hums, seemingly weighing her options, but then she smiles and nods.

And that’s how Kara finds herself in Lena’s kitchen two weeks later, kneading fresh pasta dough on the marble countertop. She’s been following Lena’s instructions carefully, taking notes, and so far, the only item she has broken is a wooden spoon which splintered under Kara’s excited grip when Lena brushed her hands along Kara’s back as she walked behind her to grab the eggs.

“You know, I really don’t understand why everyone says you’re such a disaster in the kitchen,” Lena muses as she watches Kara roll out the dough as per her instructions. “You’re doing great.”

Kara can feel the skin on her face heat up at that.

“Well, um, usually there are charred things,” she admits sheepishly. “And ruined pots and pans. And, um, the occasional visit from the fire department.”

“Really?” Lena laughs. “I would think Supergirl could get that under control herself.”

“Well, okay, the fire department thing only happened when I was younger. Before I was Supergirl. But I’ve definitely ruined several of Alex’s good pans, so I’m not allowed to touch them anymore.”

Lena shakes her head, amusement clear in her features as she takes a sip of her wine.

“It’s a good thing that I’m a billionaire, then. I’ll gladly buy some more pots and pans if necessary. But I have faith that we won’t need to go there.”

In the end, Lena teaches Kara to make the pasta and pair it with zucchini, mint, lemon and cheese and it’s among the best dinners Kara has ever eaten. Kara decides that Lena must have the magic touch and asks if they could do this again.

They do, and the pie that Kara tries to make ends up burnt, but this time, it’s not because of anything Kara does. It’s because Lena starts kissing her, first lightly, then fiercely and Kara forgets about the pie in the oven until the smoke alarm goes off and she has to scramble out of Lena’s grasp to use her freeze breath to take care of it.

Kara starts to apologize, but Lena is right there and she’s laughing but then she’s pressing her lips back to Kara’s and whispers:

“You can burn down my entire kitchen, I don’t mind. Just keep kissing me.”

#supercorp #kara x lena #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober

[blues824]

round 5 ‼️‼️ gotta feed them silver simps

silver w prompts 18 and 19!!

You requested: Christmas Dinner, Making Christmas Dinner, + Mistletoe 

Sorry I forgot it on the last request!!

Silver

Because the Diasomnia crew was going back to Briar Valley for Winter Break, you had proposed having a dinner celebration before then because you were not going to see them for a little while. Malleus and Lilia knew that there was a bit of a situationship between you and Silver, so they were all too happy to accept your invitation.

It was a rather casual occasion, but you still decorated the dormitory appropriately for the season it was. You were wiping down the counter when you got a text from a certain silver-haired knight.

Do you need any help setting up?

You paused to look around you, seeing if you actually needed any assistance. Then you realized that you would need help preparing dinner. You needed a few ingredients as well, but your hands were tied at the moment. So, you decided to call him.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Silver! How good are you at cooking? Or even just following a recipe?”

“I would say I am proficient.”

“Good, because I need help preparing the meal and I need a few ingredients. It’s not a lot, and I’ll pay you back-”

“No need. I’ve got you covered. Being a knight pays fairly well, so don’t worry.”

“You are my knight in shining armor… When do you think you’ll get here?”

“Should be less than an hour. I’ll head to Sam’s Shop right now.”

“Ok! Sounds good. See you later!”

“Bye, Y/N.”

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True to his word, he arrived at Ramshackle no later than an hour after he hung up. He knocked on the door with his free hand, grocery bag in the other. He had to escape from his dorm quietly, otherwise his father would have wanted to help with the cooking, and the last thing anyone needed before the trip was food poisoning.

When you answered the door, you had a smile on your face as you tried to take the groceries from him, but he refused, saying he wouldn’t be a gentleman if he had you carry them. You let him in, and he set them on the counter, and he immediately set about rolling up his sleeves to his elbows and washing his hands.

Seeing him roll up his sleeves had to be the hottest thing you had ever seen. You were able to clearly see the veins of his hands and the slightly toned muscles in his forearms. You could have died happy right then and there.

ANYWAY, he turned to you as he wiped his hands on the towel.

“What are we going to be making?”

“…Buckle up.”

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He was right: he was proficient when it came to cooking. Of course, he was just following the recipe, but he was doing really well. For the dinner, you wanted to make their favorite dishes as well as some dishes from your own world as well.

That meant that you were making mushroom risotto, salmon carpaccio, you had gotten some ice cream beforehand, and you looked up some tomato dishes. You also, luckily, had some tuna to feed Grim. The smell of the kitchen wafted through the air, making the cat hungry, and more than a few times you and Silver had to swat his paws away from the food.

When you had diced the onions, he got concerned when you started crying. He rushed over to you and checked to see if you had cut yourself. You were definitely surprised by the close proximity, but you had to assure him that you were fine and it was the onions rather than you actually being hurt.

In order to make sure that you were alright, he took over chopping the onions, and they still managed to make him tear up, but he kept going. He would rather do it, even if it did sting a bit, because you were washing out your eyes with some water at the moment.

Onion incident aside, everything else went smoothly. You both talked about whatever came to mind, topics such as how his training was going or what Sebek freaked out about just the other day. To hear that your fellow First Year was screaming at a poor Diasomnia student for daring to not bow before the great Malleus Draconia was not surprising. In fact, you felt pity for the student, as they might not have known the proper etiquette for being around the Royal Family.

When you placed the last dish out on the table and covered it with aluminum foil, you thanked him for all his help, and an awkward silence fell over you both. He gathered his things and exited the door back to Diasomnia, going to change because he had gotten some stuff all over his clothes. You were in a similar state and rushed upstairs to get a change of clothes.

Meanwhile, two certain faes and a certain cat were plotting a little something, and Grim quietly slipped out of the room to get one last decoration. Malleus and Lilia totally bribed him the last time they saw him by the way, offering to bring the fanciest tuna that money could buy.

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You were a bit nervous for the dinner, as you had never hosted royalty before. You yourself didn’t know how to act, and you were afraid you were gonna end up like the scolded Diasomnia student. However, you were not afraid to fight Sebek back.

Anyway, the doorbell rang, and you rushed to open it. Your guests had arrived, and you greeted each and every one of them as they walked in. They took in the decorated, yet still ramshackled dormitory, and you were getting even more nervous. However, Silver gave you a comforting smile that made your butterflies settle down.

“What lovely decorations, Prefect!~” Lilia said as he put his coat on the coat-rack.

“It smells wonderful, Child of Man,” Malleus could definitely sense your nerves, so he tried to calm you down.

“Thank you. The food is ready, if you’re all hungry!” You said, leading them to the kitchen, where they would assemble their own plates. You were afraid that you were gonna be yelled at for daring to make the prince make his own plate of food, but you got no retribution. You looked at Sebek and his mouth actually was duct-taped. The sight made you giggle, but you moved on rather quickly.

Once everyone got their servings, you all sat down in the living room to enjoy each other’s company. The piece of tape on the younger knight’s mouth was removed on the condition that he would not complain. To be fair, you learned to make salmon carpaccio for him, so he had no real reason to complain anyway.

Silver had a serving of the mushroom risotto, his favorite, and he noticed that his father took some as well, making him feel a bit happy. He took a bite and noticed that it tasted wonderful, a great fruit of you and him working as a team. 

You were invested in your conversation with Malleus, asking him about his grandmother and her wellbeing, any new gargoyles he took notice of, the types of architecture back in the Briar Valley, and he was all too happy to speak about it with you. Silver found himself staring at you, and Lilia discovered that as well, giving him a bit of an elbow.

“Why don’t you actually talk to Y/N?” His father whispered to him.

“I don’t know what you mean, Lilia. I talk to them regularly.”

“Oh, but you do know what I mean. I’ve seen that look in many eyes, including my own. You’re in love, my son,” He said, a knowing gleam in his smile.

~~~~~~~~

As the crew got up to leave, you noticed that Malleus, Lilia, and even Grim all had smirks on their faces. You were definitely very suspicious, especially as you lingered behind with Silver, not quite ready for him to leave yet.

“Are you sure I can’t pay you back for your help today?” You asked, stopping right before the front door.

“I am very sure, Prefect. You don’t need to worry,” He said, also stopping. He was trying his hardest to not fall asleep right then and there, feeling the day’s exhaustion catching up to him.

Then you noticed something like magical sparkles floating down. You looked up to see a levitating piece of mistletoe, letting out a gasp as both of your faces grew warm. Silver looked back into your eyes.

“I am not one to stray from tradition, but I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Are you asking if you can kiss me?”

“I suppose…?”

“Then yes.”

And with that, as the rest of the Diasomnia crew celebrated outside your front door, your knight in shining armor placed a gentle and delicate kiss upon your lips. His hands went to cup your face, and your hands went to hold onto his arms, both of you reveling in the loving embrace of your newfound lover.

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #silver vanrouge #twst silver x reader #twst silver #silver x reader #silver #twst silver vanrouge #twst silver vanrouge x reader #silver vanrouge x reader

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

Homebodies

A little fluff for your TTPD weekend.

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“No I promise, just sit down, I’ll be done in just a minute, mom.” she says firmly in response to her mother asking if she needs any help in the kitchen. Travis just gives Andrea that one look she’s grown to know too well. His eyebrows raised an inch and a smirk on his face that tells the blonde woman he’s got her daughter all figured out.

Leave it to me.

She giggles quietly at Travis, then slowly walks back into the living room to sit down next to Scott. Travis looks at all the different dishes on the counter behind her. The California sun is slowly setting. He should’ve known this morning when she announced that she’ll cook ‘a few Italian primi piatti’ that the ruthless perfectionist lurking inside of his girlfriend would finally make a come back on this Friday. After running around all day, going to the gym, completing her cardio challenge, baking cupcakes for her parents, finishing a work meeting, discussing a music video concept with her team and signing a few new contracts, she of course decided to hit the delicacy shop she loves out here in LA, just to buy all the ingredients she needs for a total of six different Italian dishes that she wants to make for him and her parents tonight. He knows too well by now that whenever Taylor is in this state of mind, there’s no stopping her. If she sets her mind onto something, there’s nothing anyone can say or do to make her loosen up a little. Even if that would involve her actually enjoying this quiet evening with him and her family instead of standing in the kitchen for a solid two hours now, not having had a single conversation with any one of her parents yet.

“What else needs to be done? I can cut veggies? I’m good at cutting stuff.” he tries one last time, steals a carrot stick from her cutting board and starts munching. While stirring the big blue Dutch oven in front of her, she looks back at him for a second, stressed, clearly not amused that he’s eating her uncooked food.

“No, all good. I just need to make sure the risotto won’t thicken too much and once that’s done you guys can sit down and eat the carpaccio before it gets soggy because I need to take the bread out of the oven and quickly scrap together the bruschetta sauce..”

Travis just sighs deeply, takes a step closer towards her. She’s too stressed whipping up the food in front of her to even notice him trying to get closer.

“How about we just let the bruschetta be? We’ve got so much food, babe. It’s just us four. It’s also really late already.”

She shakes her head, not responding to him and he knows that if he pushes her any more now, she might actually get mad at him tonight.

“How about I start cutting some tomatoes for the bruschetta then?” he says with a sigh, finally gave into her obsession with the tomato bread. For a moment she looks up at him, a weak smile on her face. It immediately lights up his entire body.

“That would be great.” she just says, still a bit hesitant and he knows why. She’s not sure if she should be happy that he’s offering to help her, or if she should be worried about the fact that he might cut off his fingers while doing so.

“Sure.” he says, can see the washed and perfectly ripe tomatoes sitting in the drain by the sink right next to her. He grabs one of the tomatoes, holds it up in the air with a question mark on his face.

“Little cubes?”

She nods, a smile on her face.

“Thanks, Trav.” she says then, still busy stirring the risotto in front of her. She doesn’t even notice that he gets closer to her, and fast enough has stolen her cheek a gentle kiss. She giggles all surprised about his gentleness, then feels him lean in again after a second.

“You’re very welcome, crazy.”

Another kiss leaving her cheek. She just giggles, continues stirring her risotto.

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“Taylor, that was absolutely incredible.”

She smiles proudly at her father sitting across from her, takes one last sip from her white wine.

“Thanks so much. So glad you liked it.”

“Honey, it was delicious but you didn’t have to put in all this work just because we’re visiting.” Andrea says, her tone a bit more dunning than Scott’s was before. Taylor just rolls her eyes, a bit annoyed that everyone around her acts like she reinvented the wheel with this Italian dinner. Yes, it was some cooking time to prepare this meal, but she loves hosting and loves being a cook. Her mom should know that better than anyone.

“Tay loves spoiling our guests.” Trav says then, and Taylor looks up at the big man sitting next to her. She starts smiling. Our guests. It was a simple sentence. But it made her feel a certain way. He’s home. This has become his home, too.

“I do. Also, this is Trav’s favorite dish. So..”

“Hey, don’t put this on me now.” He says quickly, jokingly holds up his hands in an innocent gesture that makes the whole table laugh. Taylor can’t help but giggle, too. She playfully hits him in the side.

“I gained fifteen pounds since December, Scott. Fifteen pounds.” he says dramatically to both Andrea and Scott, who amusedly witness the interaction between him and Taylor.

“That’s a good sign, though.” her father laughs, especially because his daughter starts hitting the man’s upper arm some more, looking deeply shocked from him, to her mom and back at Travis again.

“Do not even start blaming me for that. Every time I have food laying around he eats it. That’s not on me.”

Andrea starts laughing, and so does Scott. Travis just rolls his eyes playing pretend, sips one last time on his wine glass before looking at the blonde woman in the black top sitting next to him, giving him a playful side eye. She looks absolutely gorgeous as always, but there’s something in her eyes that gives her away. She’s exhausted. Deeply exhausted and tired, but he knows she won’t ever admit to it.

Without countering her some more, Travis just places his wine glasses in front of him, then wanders with his right hand to her head. He starts gently caressing her hair, wandering down to her neck then, where his thumbs draw some soft and slow circles. He can see her eyes getting smaller and her smile getting softer. His touch helps her let her guard down slowly. But she’s not the only one sitting around this table smiling quietly. Both of her parents witness his gentle gesture silently, a smile on both their faces, unsure if they’ve ever seen their daughter look as loved and taken care of as she does right now.

“You had three hours of sleep last night. How are you even still upright?”

She giggles, his hand now leaving her neck and reaching for her cold left hand.

“Jetlag and being tired is a choice.”

Andrea starts laughing. She knows just as much as Travis that this is the most ridiculous saying her daughter comes up with whenever she’s urged to slow down a little.

“Mhm. Sure.” he just says laughingly, knowing damn well that there’s no arguing with her tonight. Within less than two seconds, she gets up, starts cleaning the dinner table.

“How about you start picking a movie and we do the dishes.” Andrea now takes initiative but before she can even finish her sentence, Taylor shakes her head and makes sure to grab the used plates quicker than her mother can.

“Absolutely not. Trav will go pick a movie with you guys, I’m gonna quickly clean up and feed the cats and join you then.”

“I can feed the cats, babe.” the man who just got up right next to her tries once more but she shakes her head.

“No, please pick a movie with mom and dad.” She asks him with a serious look on her face and he sighs, just shakes his head in disbelief, knowing damn well that he’s got to let her be her obsessive self tonight.

“Alright guys, what do you want to watch?”

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“Why is it so quiet in here…”

“Because we are waiting for you, honey.” Scott says from the living room couch, looking at Taylor who stands in the now clean and shiny kitchen preparing the bowls for her cats.

“No, just start the movie already. I’ll be there in a second.” she says, really doesn’t want them to have to wait any longer. After all, it’s past nine already now. The view onto her little backyard is pitch black, and she knows her parents are still jet lagged, too.

“Absolutely not.” Travis says from the very right couch on which he sits, giving her that look she loves so much. With the remote control in his hand, as comfortable as he can be, he smiles at her, looking right into her eyes somehow even though this massive living room is dividing them.

“You can’t miss the beginning. It’s the most important part of this movie.”

“Alright, alright, give me one second.” she says, places the bowls in front of the three impatient cats waiting for their dinner, and washes her hands with her favorite lavender soap in the big kitchen sink one last time.

“Do you guys have drinks? Do you need any snacks, or ice cream? Trav, do we still have the…”

“We have everything, honey. Now enough with all this madness. Sit down on your ass. Now!” Andrea says in a new tone, which Travis hadn’t experienced before. It makes him smile though. Suddenly, Taylor just nods, turns off the lights in the kitchen and finally, after what felt like an eternity, makes her way up to her family lounging in the living room. Travis smiles at the beauty in front of him, immediately opens his arms for her to sit down next to him.

“Come on, babe. Lay down.” he just mumbles, gets comfortable on the big couch himself, a pillow in his neck, and enjoys to feel Taylor cuddle up to him, becoming the little spoon to be able to face the big flat screen.

“Alright, are we ready?”

“Yes.” Both Scott and Andrea answer annoyed from their seats and it makes Taylor laugh. Travis hits the play button and the movie starts. His right hand securely around Taylor’s small body frame, slowly wandering onto her stomach. She places her hand on top of his, and with his head on the pillow behind him, he leans over to her once, breathing in her incredible smelling hair, and steals her neck one last kiss. She moves a bit more, trying to get comfortable, and he can feel how fast her heart beats. He knew it. She’s been running around all day, not even allowing herself a single moment of rest. She’s rattled up, and her inability to just lay still in his arms is proof enough. Sometimes, he feels like whenever she’s not playing a show she needs to run around all day to compensate for her lack of adrenaline rush. It’s not good for her though. It’s not good to be in a constant state of stress.

The movie has just started and he catches himself every so often just staring at her instead. Her silhouette in the darkness, lid up by nothing but the flickering tv light. She’s the most beautiful person he knows. Not a single ounce of badness about her. It terrifies him sometimes, how deeply he loves her. How pure his feelings really are for her. His thoughts manifest themselves once more as she starts laughing about a scene on tv and he realizes that he was way too distracted to follow the storyline until now.

A few moments later, Travis can finally feel her become more and more still in his arms. Her hand still firmly over his, her thumb drawing the ever same slow circles on the back of his hand. She’s slowly coming down from her day. And half an hour later, he knows she’s fighting sleep. Whilst both of her parents are still awake watching and enjoying the movie he chose, the blonde woman in his arms has grown unusually quiet. It takes another five minutes and he feels her spasm once. She’s fighting sleep when really, she shouldn’t. Travis slowly lets go of her stomach, moves his big hand over her cold and naked upper arm instead. Nothing but the tv light lighting up her sleepy face.

“Baby?”

“Mhm?” she answers in her half sleeping state, of course pretending to be fully awake.

“Can you reach for the blanket next to you?”

She slowly sits up, grabs the blanket and just hands it to him, too tired to fully recognize the fact that she’s freezing in her top, and that she needs the blanket more than he does. She just lays down again, her head this time getting comfortable on his upper arm. He opens up the soft blanket over her, feels Taylor finally giving in. With her eyes half closed and the same tired disoriented look on her face whenever she wakes up at night to go to the bathroom, Taylor turns around, signaling him to open his arms for her some more. She’s now fully turned away from the tv, her sleepy face facing his chest. He protectively wraps the blanket around her cold torso, feels her little hand placed on his chest over his sweater. With her wrapped in his arms, and the blanket, Travis looks down at her closing her eyes, finally allowing herself to fall asleep. He leans down to kiss her forehead once, his arm around her, stroking her back up and down.

“Sorry, I’m just..”

He doesn’t know whether her mumbles are an apology to him or her parents about the fact that she falls asleep twenty minutes into the movie. But he’s having none of it.

“Shh. I’ll tell you later what happened.” he whispers, and she doesn’t even nod. Instead, he can watch her breathing get slower and slower and steadier and steadier. It takes less than a minute and she’s fully asleep in his arms. A little sigh escapes her throat. Her toes between his legs move once. In his arms, she slowly lets go. And Travis can now face the TV again, and actually enjoy the movie knowing that the woman in his arms is finally getting some well deserved rest. But his gentleness doesn’t remain unnoticed. Both Scott and Andrea watch Taylor drift off in his big arms, his left hand securely on her head, his right one around her waist, stroking her back over the blanket up and down every so often. Not one of the two can recall a time, in which they’ve witnessed their daughter more effortlessly safe, feeling loved and able to be herself more than in this moment.

#this is is ridiculous #homebodies #taylor swift fanfiction #taylor swift #fanfiction #fanfic #ttpd #writing #travis kelce #cozy #fluff #fluff on end lol #tayvis

[lexithwrites]

lexith writes | @jegulus-microfic | 6th feb - murder 861 words

James was used to blood now. He still hated the smell, the hot, wet metallic that made his nose sting and his eyes water, but he was used to it. Coming home and having that familiar scent wafting through the flat didn’t make him pause, didn’t make his skin crawl or his stomach lurch. It was just normal.

When Regulus had first explained it all to him he had thought he was mad. Not Regulus, but himself. Maybe he had lost it? Had he just imagined a boyfriend and now he was a monster? Maybe…stranger things had happened. But then Regulus showed him, and he realized he wasn’t making it up. This was reality and it was a reality he could choose to leave, or choose to stay in. 

It was an easy choice. 

“Love?” He called softly, shutting and locking the door and putting down his backpack. There was some muffled movement from down the hall and he noticed the crack in the bathroom door where light was spilling out. At least it wasn’t their bedroom again. James had hated that. “Regulus? Do you need anything?” 

“No.” A sharp reply came and James couldn’t help but bite his lip when his boyfriend's voice came back strangled. Like he had something in his mouth that he hadn’t yet swallowed. 

“Okay. I’m gonna make dinner, alright?” No response, so James went into the kitchen and started dinner.

Normal. This was normal now, he reminded himself. 

Regulus’ feeding routine was the same every month. He tried to act like a regular person everyday. He ate food, drank water and sometimes alcohol. He went to parties and to his work and he smiled and laughed like everybody else, but sometimes, when he could no longer take it, he snapped.

That’s when it happened.

It was never a good person, or a nice person. He told James they were bad people, and he believed him. He knew Regulus well enough to trust he wouldn’t harm an innocent person, that he had to seek people out specifically for this. That had to mean something, right? It was murder but…maybe taking these kinds of people out was for the greater good.

That’s what James told himself, anyway. 

An hour passed before Regulus walked in, fresh out of the shower and looking beautiful. James had made himself some risotto his mother had once shown him, and was sitting at the kitchen table with a beer in front of him. He smiled when Regulus came in and reached for his hand. No blood. 

“How do you feel?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Can…later can you help me…” Regulus looked away. 

“Of course. You know I always will.” James wondered how heavy this person was going to be. Last time they’d been pretty skinny which meant clean up was a lot more straightforward. Regulus did have to try and pin them down after all, they couldn’t be that much bigger than him.

Regulus, instead of sitting in the opposite seat at the table, moved to curl into James’ lap, shoving his face into his neck and inhaling. James wasn’t scared of that anymore, knowing that he was the last person Regulus would ever turn on. He’d probably harm himself before doing that.

“I know you hate it. But you have to do it.”

“I should be eating animals.” He sniffled.

“We tried that and it wasn’t enough. It made you sick, love.”

“I’m already sick.” 

James pulled back and cupped his face. “You are not sick.” His voice was firm but comforting. He needed Regulus to believe this. He spiraled after feeding but he always needed to be brought back to the surface. James couldn’t lose him. “You have to survive just like everyone else.”

“But it’s wrong.” Regulus’ eyes were getting wet with tears. 

“I don’t think it’s wrong.” James said. “But I know it’s hard.” He leaned a little closer so their noses bumped. “I love you, Regulus. More than anything. I’m gonna help you, okay? Whatever I need to do. If you need me to start—”

A hiss bubbled in Regulus’ chest and James swallowed. 

“Okay, okay. I won’t. Promise.” Regulus sunk against him again. 

“It's just…blood is so good.” He sighed, fingers trailing over James’ pulse point. He smirked. This part was a little plus, the feeling afterwards. The high, the lust. Not that they needed it to sleep together, definitely not, but the sex was always a little more…animalistic. And James often ended up with some shoulder bites he could admire later on. 

“I wouldn’t know.” James said, looking into Regulus’ eyes. “But I could.”

“Jamie.” He warned.

“I mean it. Then we could both do this together, properly. You get scared you’ll hurt me but love, you could never hurt me. Especially if I’m like you.” James closed his eyes and he felt a kiss over each eye. 

“It hurts. To change.” Regulus whispered.

“It wouldn’t. Not from you.” James captured his lips in a kiss and then picked Regulus up. “All you make me feel is love.”

Regulus smiled, and James saw the small glint of his fangs. His beautiful, beautiful fangs.

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[soufcakmistress]

new love on the near northside

A/N: haters that ruin the fun will get blessed out and blocked! find someone else to play with, tysm :) this is for all the sydcarmy truthers like me who’ve been in a spiral for two years

Pairing: Sydney Adamu x Carmen Berzatto

“All right chefs, we need to fire four prime ribs, two lobster risottos, and four cream puffs!”

“Yes, Chef!”

“Marcus, 86 the mascarpone for the cherry tart on 20!”

“Heard, chef!”

“Okay I need to see hands!”

The waitstaff gingerly grab the plated dishes from the final station, while Carmy is gently yet firmly reminding them not to smudge the plates as they’re being taken to their respective tables. Dinner service is in an awesome groove right now and Syd is feeling confident tonight. She’s still riding on a high from the last food critic that visited from the Chicago Tribune, who raved over her braised short rib and orzo pasta. There are also other reasons for Syd’s good mood.

“Open your legs, Syd..”

Syd shudders, takes three deep breaths and continues to fire off orders from the expo. The Bear has been packed almost every single night for three weeks. They don’t have much of a waitlist yet, but word of mouth moves quickly in Chicago and the front of house are noticing some repeat customers already.

Carmy joined Syd at the expo, and she can still pick up the scent of his cologne even in the midst of garlic, heavy cream and raw seafood. If she even peeks at him, she’ll lose her train of thought, and that’s the last thing the team needs right now. After having to let go of Josh after his unfortunate episode, her sous Tina has been pulling double time, covering both stations like a champ. She makes a mental note to give her an unbelievable gift and some love this weekend. “How are we doing, Chef? We cool?”

His eyes are so crystal clear and she recollects how he stares through her when they….oh fuck. “Yes, Chef. Runners are getting everything out in a timely manner, and we are turning these tables around. You?”

“Carmy, Carmy, yes—oh!”

Carmy licks and bites his lips and smirks. “Yes Chef. You’re the captain of this ship.” He squeezes her shoulder and goes back to his station as their boucher, Daniela checks in with Carmy about the fat trimmings for their beef.

Fak, Richie and Sweeps were holding down the front since Nat is on maternity leave. Carmy keeps a wallet size photo of his brand new nephew at his station, looking occasionally with a smile. Forty five more minutes before dinner service is over and Syd can finally go puke out back. “Chefs, we’re almost in the clear! Let’s keep up the momentum and sense of urgency!”

“Yes, Chef!”

Every dish is gorgeous. So many painstaking hours reworking the menu. Chaos menu, thoughtful chaos menu, back to chaos menu again. Reviewing and poring over Carmy’s intricate drawings, all the late night sessions, so much money spent on ingredients—it was enough to make Syd’s head spin. Hence why, almost a month since The Bear opened she’s still subsisting on a diet of Tums and Pepto.

She’s eternally grateful for her partners. Nat and Cicero have saved all their asses more times than they can count. Cicero is a hard ass but he adores Carmy and Sugar and has grown to love Syd as well. And of course, the best chef she’s ever had the privilege of working beside is her executive chef, business partner, best friend and now lover.

“Look at you. You’re so wet baby. Fuck—”

~

They’ve managed to keep their love affair under wraps for this long. It’s a struggle not to be able to touch each other when they’re working. Tina and Marcus are too perceptive; they would be found out immediately. Still, Sydney feels like a giddy school girl whenever Carmy corners her in the office as they open the restaurant every morning—both of his hands by her sides keeping her close. He’s so incredibly sexy without even trying and she still gets shy sometimes. He has to pull her chin from her shoulder and make her look at him.

“Don’t run away from me. You know I won’t let you..” And those ocean blue eyes of his again….and his lips are feather light on top of hers. Her knees are ready to buckle and Carmy sensed as much, so he pulls her close to the hardness of his chest and stomach to keep her standing.

She loves how his stubble feels on her chin and cheeks, especially when he drags his mouth down her jaw and lightly sucks on her neck. “Carm, Carm, Carm, oh my god, don’t! If they see me with a hickey when I didn’t have one yesterday, how do I explain that?” Her face is hurting, she’s cheesing so hard.

One hand slides up her chef whites, slipping under her camisole and his agile fingers pinch her nipple while his tongue circles her earlobe. Syd’s learned that Carmy is insatiable. For someone to not be as experienced as he claims—his hands, lips, tongue…always seem to go exactly where she needs them to. “I can’t help it, Chef. You’re just so damn beautiful.”

Syd’s hands roam all over his thick biceps and eventually land in the bushy mess atop his head. Their tongues lave and suck on each other’s and their moans can’t be held back any longer. Carmy pulls her leg up to his hip while he grips her braids, until he hears Marcus and Sweeps come through the back door. They separate quickly and get themselves together. Lusty gazes linger between them and they’re both aching between their legs. Carmy is as red as a beet, and Syd’s lips are swollen from his kisses and nipping. “Right, thank you chef.” Syd walks out first awkwardly with wobbly legs that make Carmy chuckle.

~

Dinner service is over—the kitchen has been scrubbed down, trash taken out, perishables have been stocked away in the lowboys and walk-in, and the back of house staff has skated out. It’s just Carmen and Sydney, in their brand new restaurant. “I’m beat. You got all your stuff right?”

Syd has an overnight bag with everything she needs for a weekend with her babe. “Yes, I do! Are you..ready to go?” Carmy grabs the weekend bag along with her hand and they walk in tandem to his car.

Carmy has been seeing a therapist in addition to the Al-anon meetings and Sydney can tell a difference already. He’s slower to rant and rave and owns up to his mistakes. More eager to hear people out. She’s proud of him—he’s suffered through a lot to make it to this point. They eventually arrive to his apartment and a shower is the first order of business. Syd loves the water pressure at Carmy’s place and taking showers together has been great for their newfound intimacy. They undress each other, Syd pulls her braids up in a high bun, and they just hold each other under the steaming water. This is their time. Away from The Bear. Away from Chicago. Away from the many demands and decisions they’re forced to confront every single day.

Carmy washes her with her pink loofah that’s been made a permanent staple in his bathroom. This is all new to Syd; her heart blooms in her chest at these big feelings she’s experiencing. He’s gentle and doesn’t leave an inch of skin untouched. Syd washes his hair with his expensive shampoo and Carmy’s eyes close in ecstasy. They needed this tenderness. They deserved it.

All cleaned up and fresh, they mosey back to the kitchen for a late night meal. Habits are hard to break. “Spaghetti?” Carmy suggests.

“Yes oh my goodness. Butttt use bucatini instead. And all the cheese.” He smiles in agreement and pecks her on the lips and gets out all the ingredients they need. Julia Child is on in the background on a public access channel, as they converse about the restaurant and Carmy’s nephew and Sydney’s dad and Carmy’s dysfunctional family, the deep loss Syd still feels at the absence of her mom for most of her life. More tenderness.

Pasta is rolled out. Meat sauce is sautéed, seasoned and almost ready. The Shiraz is poured. Carmy can’t stop staring at her in his shirt and boxers. She’s so cute. The pasta boils and he watches her watching the program, fully enthralled. Everything is finally done; he plates everything in his unique Carmy way and Syd audibly orgasms at how the savory flavors meld together especially with the wine.

He grates more pecorino over the pasta and the lull in conversation is comfortable and warm. Not awkward and full of anxiety like with Donna….leaving him constantly overthinking and being afraid to speak. Sydney seemingly knows what he’s going to say before he does and that brings him comfort. They’re in crystal clear alignment on every way and he now knows a semblance of peace.

“Fuck. This is good.” Sydney is damn near scraping the plate, while Carmy is smiling the biggest she’d ever seen from him. They both love when the other eats their food. That sense of pride is undeniable.

“I’m glad you enjoyed, Chef. Anything for you.” He winks at her and she gets bashful and mumbled out that she’s going to take care of the dishes since he cooked. To his surprise, he’s a little more tipsy than he realized from the Shiraz. Carmy drains his glass and pours himself another, while checking Syd’s frame out. His boxers are screaming for relief and a little moan eeks out of him before he can stop it. Thankfully Syd isn’t aware of his moment of weakness.

Carmy swallows and wipes his lips and moseys behind his girlfriend. Kissing and nipping. “I’m almost done here, Carm..” Syd whines a bit at his ministrations and drops the plate into the soapy water.

“Yeah. Not fast enough for me..” Carmy turns her around and leaps with his tongue and mouth first. Her hands are dripping wet but she doesn’t waste a second grabbing his head of wild curls and taking what he has to give. Carmy grabs her legs to wrap them around his waist and Syd can periodically feel him thrust up into her mound, wailing for stimulation that only he can provide.

Their shared affection overpowers the television, and Carmy feels his way down the hallway with his baby in his arms. His love, that saved him in so many ways. He pulls his shirt off, she takes hers off. She takes his boxers off that she had on and she lays on his bed, naked as the day she was born. “Fuck me, Carmen.”

She held in her amusement because his entire neck and face was blood red with the pupils of his eyes blown out. Syd knows that he’s doing everything he can to stay contained, but he knows her better by now—she does what she wants. So she spreads her legs for him and twirls her clit in tandem with a brown nipple. Carmy’s about to explode.

He drops to his knees and explores her love below like it’s never been done before. “Sydney, why do you taste so good? Why do you do this to me..” She relishes in the fact that he’s potentially bruising her with the vice grip he has on her thighs, but yet she’s so afraid that she’s gonna squirt in his face if he keeps gently sucking her clit in and out of his lips like that. His manicured fingers enter her canal one after the other and prompt her to let go. “CARMYYYYYYY!”

His whole chest is drenched, and his eyes are shut tight, his deft fingers rubbing tight circles around her clit with a precision that only an executive chef named Carmen Anthony Berzatto could deliver. Sydney pushed his head away and she’s left trembling with watery eyes. “I-I—i didn’t know I could do that!”

Carmy just smirks and wipes his mouth and drops his pants. Syd still can’t get over him. He has even more tattoos that can’t be readily seen on a day to day basis, he is so cut and muscled and has a cock that should be cast in 24 karat gold. Don’t sleep on the short kings.

“Turn around.” His voice leaves no room for pushback, and she can barely raise up on her knees before he’s manhandling her. He’s learned that he loves doggy with Syd. With her ass high in the air, she is getting impatient as well and reaches behind her to line him up with her slit. Carmy catches his lip in his teeth as he pushes forward and they both groan out a “fuck” that only they could wholly grasp.

On the first stroke, he’s all the way in and Syd fees his sack grazing over her entrance. They’re both in a trance. Carmy has visions of Syd cooking, smiling, cumming, revolving in his mind as well as the score of the last White Sox home game so he doesn’t bust his load quick. Syd can’t get the thought of how intense and sweet he gazes at her. How he commands their team, how his talent speaks for itself, how fucking sexy his jawline is, how big his heart is. How lucky is she? To fall in love with her idol, mentor, boss….and to have him love her back.

The bed is beginning to bounce off the wall. Their volume increases as Syd can’t hold herself up anymore and they fall into collapsed doggy with their fingers interlocked. “I’m so glad you found me. I love you Syd, I love you, I fucking—fucking love you baby!” That set Sydney off for the most expansive and overwhelming orgasm of the night, taking her beau with her over the edge. Carmy’s sweaty forehead lays on Sydney’s right temple—both of them with tears in their eyes.

Carmy kissed every finger tip until their mouths met again, both letting their waterlogged eyes flow free. “I know. I love you too Carmy. We’re never alone.”

“We’re never alone.”

#soufcakmistress #carmy and sydney #carmy x syd #carmy x sydney #syd adamu #the bear fanfiction #the bear fx #syd x carmy #sydney x carmen #sydcarmy

[foolforharrry]

Cactus Mug - Harry Styles Oneshot

Summary: After being away from each other for so long while Harry is on tour, y/n finally decides to go surprise Harry.

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Harry has been on tour for months now. Waking up to a cold bed alone every day is something he’s made known he absolutely despises. As much as he loves performing in front of his fans every night, touring can get lonely. And some days are harder than others.

Today has been one of those days.

The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to check my phone for a text message from Harry. 

And like almost every single morning, there it was. The notification bubble with his contact name in.

H: Missing you extra tonight. I can’t wait to finally kiss you and have you in my arms again. This house doesn’t really feel like a home without you. So I might have tried out that new recipe you sent me the other day. The mushroom risotto. Not sure where I went wrong, but it didn’t taste very good. So you’ll have to show me how to make it when you get here. Only one more week, yeah? Goodnight, my love.

Reading it, all I could think about was the disappointed frown he must’ve had on his face when he realised that he had messed up the food. Knowing him, he would have eaten as much of it as he could stomach.

It was then I decided to call my boss and ask her if there was any chance that I could work from home. I wasn’t 100% sure if she would grant it, but she must’ve heard the desperation in my voice and decided to show me mercy. 

Before Harry, I’d never seen myself as someone who would be able to be in a long-distance relationship. In the past when situations where a relationship would’ve become long distance, I was always the one to end it, not being able to stand being away from the person for that long.

But with Harry it was different. With him, it’s worth it.

That doesn’t mean I’m not counting down the days until we can be together again from the minute he leaves.

Which is why I didn’t think the flight through enough and ended up having to sprint through the airport to make it to my gate in order to not miss my flight, knowing I definitely forgot to pack something I’m going to need but it’s too late to worry about that now.

The second I’m squeezed between a teenage girl and a middle-aged man on the plane at 12:05 pm, I fish my phone out of my pocket again with hands shaky from excitement and nerves. Both over seeing Harry again and the sneaky element of flying to him without him knowing I am.

Me: Morning, Angel. I’ve got a really busy day at work today, so I’m sorry if I don’t get back to you before late. And of course, I’ll teach you how to make it (what would you do without me?). I love you higher than the sky xx

I’m hoping he won’t ask me any questions about what I’m going to be so busy with since I’m a horrible liar, especially under stress. 

My prayers are answered when his reply comes almost immediately. The text message attached to a photo of his sleep-puffed face with his eyes closed, pink lips puckered and his hair wild and curly from sleep.

H: Sending all my love and kisses to you baby. Good luck with your day. If you’re not too tired when you get home, we could facetime? I miss your voice so much.

Me: It’ll be nice to see your face again. I miss it.

H: If you miss it too much you can always just look at your lock screen, you know.

Me: Yes. This solves all of my problems! Bye now, my love.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling like a psychopath as I type out one last text message and attach a photo I know will hurt his ego a bit before I set my phone to flight mode.

There hasn’t gone a week since the photo was taken where I haven’t reminded him of its existence. If I can’t share it with anyone else, I’m gonna share it with him.

It was taken almost a year ago in the hotel room we were staying in. Harry had demanded that I take a photo of him with his new cactus mug. The mug was adorable and literally looked like a cactus. He had been posing by the sofa when he forgot that tea is hot. The sip of tea he’d just taken had been sent flying everywhere as well as all the tea that was still inside the mug. 

I thank the lucky stars every day for live photos.

While he had been panicking about burning his tongue, he had ended up dropping the mug to the floor. Something he says he’s still upset over.

So last week, when I saw a mug almost identical to the one he broke, I had to buy it for him. It’s safely tucked in my bag. My favourite hoodie of Harry’s is wrapped around it to keep it from breaking. Hopefully.

“You need to put your seatbelt on, miss.”

The polite voice snaps me out of my thought, turning my head to look at the flight attendant. It takes me a second to comprehend, what she says, but when I do I thank her quickly, offering her a small smile before fastening my seatbelt.

When I’m secured, I plug my wired AirPods in, and try my best to get comfortable for the six-hour flight ahead of me

-

I’ve never really been a fan of flying. 

The idea of being crammed in a metal box with a bunch of strangers high up in the clouds for a longer period of time just never appealed to me. Especially not with the occasional screaming baby.

But this might have been one of the least uncomfortable flights I’ve ever taken.

Sleeping for most of it might have a lot to do with it, but oh well.

I’m not gonna lie and say that it wasn’t a relief to finally exit the plane and stand in a building that doesn’t lift off the ground either.

However, that relief doesn’t even get close to the feeling when I finally lay eyes on my final destination.

When the driver finally stops the car, I’m quick to pay before I’m hauling myself and my bag out of the cab while thanking him over my shoulder. He drives off immediately, leaving me alone in front of the house I’m starting to think is empty.

The lights are all turned off and Harry’s car isn’t parked in its usual spot. He only ever parks it in the garage when he’s leaving LA.

A bit defeated, I take my keychain out of the outer pocket of my bag as I step up the few stairs leading to the front door. Finally, after fiddling with it for way too long, I find the right key.

Like I thought, the house is empty. There is no music playing anywhere. The TV is off and there is no sign of life as I drop my bag by the staircase. 

Still, just the faint smell of him feels like a warm, much-needed hug.

Not wanting to spoil the surprise, but also wanting to know what he’s up to, I get my phone out of my back pocket and dial Harry’s number on my way up the stairs to the second floor.

He picks up before I’ve reached the top.

“Hi, love.”, Harry’s voice has a smile forming on my face within seconds.

I stop in my tracks, willing my heart to slow down again half convinced he’s able to hear it through the phone from how hard it’s beating. Even after all this time, just hearing his voice makes my stomach fill with butterflies. “Hi, baby. I only have a second. But i wanted to hear your voice. what are you up to?”

That’s a good lie, right? 

“I’m on my way to the shop right now. I was craving grapes. Are you ok, though? You sound a little out of breath.” 

“I just ran up the stairs.” Not a complete lie. “But anyways. I have to go again.”

“Already?”, he asks, his voice sounding sad. 

“I’m sorry, my love.” I genuinely am. “But hey. We’ll see each other so soon, yeah? Can’t wait to see you.”

He hums, “One more week.”

After saying goodbye, I hang up, doing some quick calculations in my head that I do have time to shower the icky feeling of flying off me before he gets back home from the store if I’m fast.

Not wasting any time, I speed walk to our bedroom, making a beeline for Harry’s side of the closet so I can grab one of his hoodies. I settle on a pastel yellow one with a big kawaii drawing of a pug on the front before shuffling to grab a pair of grey sweatpants and some underwear from my own side of the closet.

Since I’m not entirely sure exactly how much time I have before Harry is going to be back home, I decide against music. I can’t let myself get carried away and take too long.

But before I strip out of my clothes and hop in the shower, I run downstairs, pull the cactus mug out of my bag and set it on top of the kitchen island next to the plain black one with a used tea bag that was already left there.

Just in case.

As much as I love our home in New York, it just hasn’t felt the same while he’s been away. The only mess in the apartment was made by me and me alone.

And I’m not gonna lie and say that I haven’t missed the way Harry always leaves a mess behind throughout the week. Whether that be a towel on the floor or a heap of clothes left slung over a chair. Or the way he would vow to get better at tidying up after himself every Sunday only to never follow through on it.

So seeing all the different products and stuff scattered all over the dark grey bathroom countertops brings me a sense of peace I didn’t know that I needed.

I make quick work of my shower, even turning the water off while washing my hair and body to force myself to be more efficient. But even with that, I wasn’t fast enough.

While in the process of pulling the soft hoodie over my head, my breath gets caught in my throat when I hear footsteps just outside the bathroom door.

They’re very quiet. Almost as if the person is trying to keep themselves from anyone hearing them. I wouldn’t even have caught them if it weren’t for the fact that I didn’t close the door all the way.

“Fuck.”, I curse, scrambling to loop my arms through the sleeves just as the door swings open fully to reveal a sight that has me torn between whether to laugh or cry from pure happiness.

Harry is holding a frying pan up in defence, clutching it with both hands as if his life depends on it. And I can’t decide whether he looks terrified or surprised.

I clear my throat, not even caring about the whole plan I had been ruined. “You just gonna stand there, Rapunzel?”

One second later and he’s dropped the frying pan, the sound of it clattering to the ground echoes around the bathroom. But I don’t get to even look at it for more than just a moment before I’m engulfed in one of the tightest hugs I’ve ever gotten.

Harry’s arms go around my waist, burying his face in my neck when I hug him back. I have to stand on my tippy toes to loop my arms around his neck, feeling my eyes start to well up with tears. It’s only now that I’m back in his arms, feeling his chest move with every breath he takes and the puffs of air fanning out over the soft skin of my neck with each exhale.

He’s so freaking warm too. Not just physically. But just the feel of being close enough to smell his cologne and the faint remnants of his body wash makes a warmth spread through my whole body. It’s like taking a sip of hot tea when you’re freezing cold. The heat slowly expanded from my heart to my fingertips.

It feels like home.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, Harry mumbles, forcing a choked chuckle from me as I hug him tighter. “I can always go back to New York if you don’t want me here.”, I joke without meaning it one bit. You’d have to knock me out and drag me along the floor for me to leave.

Pulling back enough to look me in the eye, Harry takes my face in his hands, “If you even think about leaving me alone again, I’m going to follow you. And then when I’ve caught you. I’m gonna throw tomatoes at you.”

The more he speaks, the more he squishes my cheeks, making my words partly slurred which only makes it that much harder to keep a straight face. “What if I want you to throw tomatoes at me?”

He tilts his head to the side with a chuckle, dimples indenting his cheeks. His green eyes look like they’re sparkling from the way the light reflects in them and blush has painted his cheeks pink.

“You’re fucking impossible, you know.”, he breathes out with a laugh.

I run my fingers through his hair, getting distracted momentarily by how soft his curls are. “You still love me, right?”

Instead of answering me with words, Harry ducks down, pressing his lips against mine in a way that has me losing my breath as my eyelids fall shut.

The way he kisses me turns me into putty in his arms. Both from how gently his hands hold my face to how soft his lips are as he mumbles ‘I love you' against my lips between kisses until I’m giggling too much to kiss him back and he just starts peppering kisses all over my face.

I tug lightly on his hair to get pull his face back a bit when I hear a sniffle, frowning when I see his eyes watery with unshed tears. the tip of his nose is a bit red and his lips turned into a pout.

It’s when I ask him what’s wrong, a single tear starts rolling down his cheek quickly followed by another.

Harry blinks rapidly, looking up at the ceiling as he sniffles again but doesn’t tell me why he’s crying.

Wiping his tears away with my thumbs, I kiss his moist cheek tenderly, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. “Tell me what’s wrong, Angel.”

“I just missed you.”, Harry sniffles. “They’re happy tears though.”

“I missed you too.”, I admit. Whispering it to him as if I haven’t told him that I miss him every day we’ve been apart.

“Now really. How are you here, baby?”, Harry asks seriously, sliding his hands from my face down my neck. “I thought you couldn’t get away from work for another week.”

“Well.”, I start, already feeling my cheeks heat up, “Asking your boss very nicely with a drop of desperation seems to work wonders.”

Harry smirks, “Desperation huh?” Even his chest puffs in pride.

“I had to give you your belated birthday present.”, I explain to him, feeling giddy as I remember the genius purchase I made.

“My birthday is in February, love.”

I roll my eyes at him, grabbing his hand before dragging him with me. Careful to step over the pan he dropped.

“Where are we going?”, Harry asks. He still laces our fingers together, giving my hand a squeeze. It might as well have been my heart he had his hand wrapped around with the jump it made at the gesture.

“To get you your present.”

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It's all academic darlin' PART 4/10

We have a final count for parts! 16k+ Hangster AU. IceMav is only really in Part 4 as background (and again in part 9 maybe?) Will be finished by 14th January 2024.

SUMMARY: Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

PART 4

                The only downside of getting picked up by Mav is that he doesn’t get to go straight home. He’s used to it though. His apartment will be stuffy after being closed up for nearly three weeks. Although he knows Kezia will have been around diligently ensuring all his house plants remain alive and well. She does it when he’s at home, knowing that Bradley only needs to look at some of the plants sideways before they decide to shrivel up and die. Doesn’t stop people giving him plants as gifts though. He’s past the point of no return, people assuming he likes them because he has them, and since he relegated their care to Kezia he doesn’t mind them. The plants and himself will survive a couple more hours.

                Something smells good when he gets out of the car, and his mouth floods with saliva. Ice started cooking more when he was stressed, much to Bradley’s benefit when he was growing up because Mav lives on food he can defrost or re-heat. Ice is the one who taught him how to cook, one of the life skills he’s most grateful for. He unlaces his boots and lines them against the wall, respects the tidiness and order that Ice likes; even if Bradley leaves his shoes lying wherever he leaves them once he’s kicked them off in his own apartment. He calls out a hello and heads through to the kitchen, Mav trailing after him.

                Ice gives him a smile and a one-armed hug, other hand busy stirring something on the stove Bradley identifies as a risotto. He grabs two beers out of the fridge, pops the caps and watches as Mav sticks his finger in the risotto, complains about it being hot and crunchy and Ice makes a pained face before he pushes Mav out of the kitchen, signing that he’ll join them shortly. It’s warm out so they head to the back patio, and Bradley can see Ice preparing other things and he had to admit he loves the tradition of their welcome home meal.

                It had started when Mav would get home from deployment. When he was older, Bradley would cook when Ice got back from being away. Then Ice would cook when Bradley got back; even when he hasn’t even left the country, the fact that whenever he goes away somewhere for more than a couple of nights, he comes home to Ice’s cooking and Mav wanting a full debrief of his time away. He settles into one of the loungers and takes a sip of beer, waits for Mav to start in on the questions he no doubt has.

                “So, what did you think of Hangman?” Mav asks, and Bradley frowns, because he has no idea what Mav is talking about. “Jake,” Mav provides and Bradley supposes he should have guessed, although he’d love to know the story behind that callsign.

                “Oh. Nice enough I guess? Polite?”

                “Jake Seresin was polite?”

                “Yeah.”

                “Really?”

                “Why do you seem upset about that? What?  Did you want him to be mean to me?”

                “Well, you do like them with a little, uh, fire.”

                Bradley chokes on the mouthful of beer and stares. What the actual fuck?

                “Dad! Fuck’s sake! Did you try and organize a…” his mind scrambles. “A date?” He finally settles on. Booty call sounds ancient, and hook up when his father figure organized it… not great either. Mav looks pleased, the way he always does when Bradley calls him Dad. He’s shaking his head though.

                “No. Not intentionally. I didn’t think your paths would cross as much as they did. Thought you’d be back before he got there actually. Took him long enough to accept my offer. He… hmm.”

                Bradley’s used to sentences trailing away, often when Mav realizes he’s about to say something he either shouldn’t or made a connection between two or more salient points and his mind is now off on a tangent somewhere else. If he’s a little patient it comes back soon enough.

                “Hangman seems like your type.”

                Bradley snorts and shakes his head.

                “Well, I don’t think I’m his. He didn’t even give me a once over.” Or offer up his number when Bradley sort-of suggested he get his contact details from Mav. It’s fine really, he’s not looking for anything right now, quite happy with the status quo. He has people who can scratch his itch if it comes down to it.

                “Hmm. That doesn’t sound like him at all. I always got the impression that everyone is his type. Alive and breathing. And you cooked him breakfast.”

                “Oh wow, thanks for that ego boost right there… alive and breathing. Biggest compliment. And I was just trying to get rid of the leftovers.”

                Mav laughs and shakes his head, takes a sip from his bottle.

                “You always make breakfast when you’re trying to impress someone.”

                “Seriously, I was trying to use the food. I didn’t feel any need to impress Jake.”

                “I’m sure he was impressed anyway, pretty sure I heard that he managed to set fire to ramen.”

                Bradley frowns, because that doesn’t gel at all with the guy who had made bread from scratch, in an unfamiliar kitchen with no yeast… Huh. Interesting.

                “He told me he knew how to cook…” Bradley says, taking a small sip, his mind still wondering what kind of persona Jake Seresin portrays to other people if Mav is surprised he was polite and can’t cook. A jackass that is usually incompetent in the kitchen? He’s used to naval aviators and their egos

                “Well, if the cabin burns down I guess we’ll find out who’s right.”

                Bradley rolls his eyes and simply shrugs, is pretty sure there’s no danger of that happening.

                “Not that it matters, because we didn’t exchange contact details. But I’m guessing he has your seal of approval…”

                Mav hums non-committedly and Bradley resists rolling his eyes this time. The muscles in his eye sockets need a break.

                “He saved my life.”

                “What?” Bradley hates hearing about it, knows Mav is safe and sound right in front of him, but the almost flippant way he says saved my life like it isn’t something someone would ever consider saving makes his heart hurt in the worst way.

                “My last ever mission, and you don’t know this, but he disobeyed direct orders and came after me.”

                “Jesus Mav…” His throat is tight and eyes prickle.

                “Yep.”

                The mood is immediately somber and he casts around for something, anything, to lighten the mood, because doing this whole emotion thing isn’t something they ever linger on.

                “So, what, you wanted me to give him a thank you BJ?”

                Ice comes out, fingers snapping to get their attention and they both turn.

                “Who is getting thankyou blowjobs?”Ice asks and Bradley wishes the sign for blowjob were a little less visually descriptive. He really doesn’t need the mental image, although at least he’s no longer thinking about Mav dying.

                “No one!” Bradley groans.

                “Nothing wrong with your hearing is there…” Mav grins, eyes crinkled warm and tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth and Bradley has seen this look too many times now to know his parental figures are now making eyes at each other over the top of his head. He turns away so they can have some privacy and he doesn’t need to see any more explicit signs. Ice clicks his fingers again and he looks back, his expression one of clear forbearance but all Ice does is smirk at him. Asshole.

                “Dinner’s ready. Come eat.”

                They settle at the table and Bradley lets the flow of conversation travel around him, chiming in when needed, half-follows the conversation about something Ice is doing with work. Dinner is a delicate zucchini and garlic risotto with grilled chicken thighs and a side-salad, pretty low-key except for the risotto. He answers questions about the smoker he’d fixed up so that Ice can use it next time he actually uses his vacation days and catches fish. Mav hassles him about it never happening before and Bradley enjoys being back in the familiar home with them bickering with one another.

                “You also work too much,” Mav says, turning to him and Bradley looks to Ice for backup.

                “Hello pot, I’d like you to meet kettle. Anyway, I just had ten days at the cabin. That’s plenty restful.”

                Ice is shaking silently with amusement and Bradley points to him.

                “See, Ice agrees. You’re the biggest hypocrite.”

                “That ten days was meant to be three weeks.”

                “You’ve been retired for months. You need a hobby,” Ice says, adding some signs for breaking things and that always fucking means Bradley’s on the ropes for fixing them and he pulls a face, shaking his head and giving Ice a betrayed look.

                “Meddling with Bradley’s love life is my new hobby.”

                “The fuck it is. No. Pick a different hobby.”

                “He could look after your plants…” Ice interjects, his sign for plants though is dead plants and Bradley pulls another face and gives him the finger which just makes him laugh roughly, making the sign for apple and tree before laughing again. He’s glad someone is enjoying themselves.

                “Why do I have to be involved at all? What about another fixer-upper? Bike or plane?” Ice pulls a face and slaps his arm. “Model planes? That’d be more affordable. And take up less space?”

                “And boring as hell.”

                “Learn to cook!”

                “No!” Ice actually says, voice low and rough, the look of sheer horror on his face makes Bradley snort.

                “Mav cooking is exciting at least!”

                “Waste of good ingredients,” Ice signs, mouth pulled down in displeasure now that said hobbies are encroaching on his territory. Fuck, they’re going to have to come up with something together otherwise Mav will annoy the shit out of them both. Maybe his love life is the safest, he’s had plenty of practice in ignoring Mav at least.

                “Hey, I could learn to cook! I’m sure you could both teach me…” Bradley winces, because trying to teach Mav anything is painful and Ice seems to agree, hands flashing quickly with cannot teach, pushing his chair back and shaking his head before walking away while Mav blusters and says he’s perfectly capable of taking direction. Bradley snorts because that’s a load of bullshit and he finds himself making that sign automatically.

                “Giving me the bird while you walk away doesn’t count as getting the final word in!” Mav calls at Ice’s retreating back, before turning to Bradley. “I could learn to cook you know, if I put my mind to it.”

                “Mav, we all have our personal strengths and weaknesses…”

                Mav’s eyes narrow and Bradley smirks, because it’s exactly a line that Mav has given him more than once when he’s struggled with not being good at something.

                “Also Ice and I both enjoy cooking. You view it as a chore.”

                “I do worry about you though, your work…”

                Bradley sighs, pushes his empty plate away and rubs at his temple.

                “Mav… my job is safe. Imagine how you’d feel if I had joined the Navy and went on deployment for months on end?”

                “You went and lived in Europe for three years!”

                “To do my doctorate. And now I’m back and have been for over a decade. Mav, I’m… I love my job okay? You love flying, and Ice… and I get that you want me to have what you have with Ice. But I’m okay. I’m happy. I have plenty of friends, and while I get it might be nice to have someone at home, I don’t need that to be happy. Also I actually really enjoy the novelty of not feeling guilty for not ignoring my partner because of work,” he states, because that is what had been the demise of his last relationship and Mav fucking knows it too.

                “Do you think it would be different with the right person though?”

                “Oh for… please don’t start. Look, if something happens, it happens. But it’s not a priority for me right now.”

                “I was just hoping for grandkids…”

                “Bullshit. You’ve got plenty of young people in your life. And I don’t want kids. You know that. Amelia scares the shit out of me and I have to work with too many teenagers as it is already.”

                “Yeah, you’re lucky you survived your teen years. Ice and I held each other back from killing you on multiple occasions.”

                “Sure Mav…”

                “Why do you always think I’m lying when I say that?”

PART FIVE

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[finelinevogue]

conversations with love

summary - you and harry lounge on the sofa having meaningless conversations

warnings: an abundance of tooth rotting fluff, Friday Night Dinner references, swearing

word count: -1k

Home; a place to most but a person for you and his name was Harry.

Your fiancé of 4 months, boyfriend of 3 years, was currently letting you lay against his back between his legs as you both watched re-runs of ‘Friday Night Dinner’.

It was a Friday night and miraculously Harry had the night completely off. After months of touring and recording another album, he’d decided he needed a break away from fame and to focus on you. Hence the blanket draped over you both as you played with each others ring fingers, not having moved for hours now.

“What time d’you want dinner, H?” You asked, watching as Jackie, on the TV, plated everyone’s lovely bit of squirrel.

“Um, whenever y’want love.”

“Well if I do the risotto it’ll only be half an hour.. or we can just get a takeaway?” Your voice went up at the end as you asked the question apprehensively. Harry wasn’t opposed to a takeaway, but if he could avoid them and eat your homemade food instead then he’d take that option.

Since he’s been back you both have only eaten home cooked dinners, enjoying the company of cooking together rather than the actual food itself.

“It goes against my love for your own food, love, but I am craving a takeaway now. Plus I get to cuddle y’for longer.” He said, which won you both over instantly.

Pulling you phone out from underneath the blankets you turned it on, grinning at the silly picture of you both as your lock-screen and opening up Deliveroo.

“What the hell was on your home screen?” He asked and you laughed because you knew what he had seen.

You blushed as you closed the app and your home screen came back into focus. You tilted your head back into his chest more as you giggled to yourself for being exposed.

“Are y’thirsting over me baby?” He asked, laughing at you and this picture of him on stage shirtless - his abs on full display and him just looking too handsome.

“How do you even know what that means?” You laughed even harder.

“Stop deflecting the question, love. I think you might love me, y’know?” He looked down at you and you unflatteringly looked up at him from below.

“Might I?”

“Mm.” He smiled in love.

“Well I guess I’ll have to change the picture then.” You joked and it earned a scoff out of Harry, him tickling your sides where you were most vulnerable. You couldn’t stop laughing until you managed to get him to stop.

You both continued watching the TV and passing small comments about funny moments during the show.

“Y’know Johnny used to be my crush growing up?” You said to him, referring to the youngest son, Johnny, from the programme.

“Really? I thought it was Lightning McQueen?”

“Oh yeah, obviously him too, but, like, an actual real life person it was Johnny.”

“It’s worrying that I don’t look like either of them, babe.”

You turned around slightly to face him more, softly stroking your hand over his cheek to show your affection for him.

“It’s ‘cause I found something better in you than I did them.” You smiled, working a smile on Harry’s face too.

“Nice save.” He rolled his eyes in pretence, which made you laugh. “Now give me a kiss as an apology.”

He pouted his lips and you didn’t hesitate to lean up and kiss him. His lips were as soft as petals and it made you linger for a bit longer than a simple peck. Your hand held his cheek a little harder as your lips pressed harder into his, letting out a little hum of appreciation for how perfect he was.

“Alright, alright. You’re sorry, I get it.” He joked, pulling your head back by the hairs at the back of your neck. You scrunched your eyebrows when he denied you a continual kiss, before caving and kissing you again.

You sat up suddenly, crushing Harry in the meantime and he groaned as you spoke on.

“We forgot to order our takeaway.” You gasped.

“Baby…”

“That’s your fault for distracting me.” You turned around and pointed at him with a stare, but it was hard to look annoyed at him when he was lounged so perfectly - and arm flexing behind his head whilst the other tailed beside his body and rested on the side of your hip.

“My fault? You were the one that kissed me.”

“Only because you asked me too.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh, so I have to ask you for kisses now do I? Y’can’t just be spontaneous?” He playfully challenged you.

“I ask kisses off you all the time. We both slack when it comes to spontaneity.” You shook your head at him.

“No we don’t.”

“We do, baby.” You patted his chest with a sympathetic smile.

“Well fuck it then. Let’s go to the chippy for tea.” He announced, sitting up too so he was closer to your body.

“Seriously?” You laughed, watching the twinkle in his eyes appear at the sound of your humour.

“You want spontaneity? Here’s me being spontaneous.” Instead of responding to him you simply kissed him. And kissed him for all he was worth.

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JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE 42 SPOILER

Content warning: 18+, Jujutsu kaisen spoiler, ANGST, established relationship, character death.

Summary:

Perhaps in another life, Nanami Kento would not have gone to Shibuya. In another life he would be on that beach in Malaysia.

In another life, he would be with you at that restaurant.

A/n: This is to all my widowed babes out there, take these flowers if you will💐. Check in on your Nanami stan friends today, we are in MOURNING. Excuse the quality haven’t posted on three years and I’m a bit rusty y’all💔

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“Go, Kento I’ll be fine..”

Her voice was soft, hand sliding over his suit jacket towards his tie to adjust the way he tied it. He’d always manage to mess up the tie, causing the back to be longer than the front.

Truth be told, Nanami had been able to tie his tie ever since he was 15 years old, his old man taught him. He was a quick learner and could tie on in a matter of seconds if needed, especially with how many times he’d take it off during a fight.

But he couldn’t help but mess it up on purpose, because there was something so much more nicer about the way she would tie it. How her tongue peeked out of her lips as she focused on perfecting it, to make sure he looked presentable. How her eyebrows would knit together, much more gentle fingers compared to his sliding over the material.

His hands went up to her cheeks, thumbs caressing her skin as he guided her head to look up at him. Gods even after having known her for so long he still felt his chest warm up anytime she’d look at him with those doe eyes peering at him through her eyelashes.

“Call me if you need me, okay?”

She rolled her eyes, hands patting his chest before she nodded her head. Her heels lifted off the ground as she moved her weight to her toes, pushing herself a little higher so she could get closer to his face.

A smile adoring her features.

“I’ll be alright...”

To be gifted the ability to stop time was one many people dreamed off. Either to act on their perverted actions or wander around alone without a care in the world. To stop a tragedy from happening or to cause one. He hadn’t even given it much thought but in moments like these did he wish he could pause time for a moment. For the world around them to stop. No work, no responsibility or appointments to attend. Just them. He didn’t need too long, just enough time to completely lose himself in that very moment without the reality of the world pulling him back in.

He sighed into the kiss, fingers softly gripping at her shirt before she pulled away with a giggle.

“Go! You’ll be late, don’t leave those kids hanging.”

Said so gleefully as she pecked his cheek one more time before pushing him towards the door. It was her who grabbed his coat for him and pushed it into his arms.

“Remember, dinner reservation at 6.30. Meet you there?”

He smiled at her, standing in the doorway as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his coat. Their anniversary was coming up and although both of them were busy on the very day itself, they decided to celebrate a little early. Nothing too grand, just a small dinner reservation at the local Italian. The one on the corner of the street, adored by flowers hanging on the side of the building.

“Meet you there.”

He said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before stepping out the door. Before he left, he looked back at her, sending a quick wave her way.

“Love you.”

She smiled, leaning against the front door as she watched him leave. Dressed in nothing but her long pyjama pants, one of his sweaters and a thick blanket wrapped around her.

“Love you too.”

That day he wasn’t planning on doing overtime. Nanami was gonna come home on time, take a shower to wash off whatever blood or muck was on his body, use his pricey cologne he only used for special occasions, grab a nice outfit and on his way he’d go.

They’d eat dinner, she’d probably pick the pasta and he’d settle for the seafood risotto. They’d enjoy a bottle of wine over a conversation reminiscing shared memories of back in the day. About how fast the last decade had passed and fantasize about all the many years to come.

She’d be ‘too full’ for dessert so he’d order a large tiramisu knowing she’d be pricking her fork into the corners and stealing bites here and there.

By the end of the night she’d link her arm with his as they take a walk home, enjoying the evening’s quiet as the only sound echoing between the walls of the houses being the clicking of her heels. Their warm breath leaving their nose as a small cloud before vaporizing into the cold November air.

They’d take enjoy a bath together at home, not exchanging very many words but the very comfort of holding each other whilst enjoying the warm water. Stolen kisses, lingering touches and soft giggles.

Spending the night together in their own bed in their own home. Hands sliding over her skin as if she was a braille book and by now he had completely memorized ever bump, freckle and crease. Yet even after all these years he could never grow tired of this.

Every little sound that left her mouth sounded like a siren’s melody drawing him in even further. He would more than gladly drown if it was by the hands of her, pulling him under into the feeling of ecstasy that was being with her. A thought that went straight to his dick as he completely lost himself in her.

Nanami Kento didn’t ever fuck and he would never refer to it as such. He didn’t ever see it as an act of getting his dick wet for a good 3 minutes and pounding into her mercilessly like some sort of animal.

Nanami Kento made love. For the intimacy of it all, to him, was one of the rawest forms of love. For two souls to connect in the most pure way possible, to feel each other in ways that the gods had intended.

He could easily spend his days kneeled on the ground arms wrapped around her thighs and head buried between her legs. To hear her soft pleas, gasps and feel her hands pulling at his hair. He didn’t need tiramisu to feast if mother nature’s blessed dessert was right there and then. Sadly, an unrealistic standard for the modern world where they had a job to attend to and a society to be apart of.

They’d end in each other’s arms. He liked when she held his head against her chest, fingers softly dancing through his hair for there was no feeling that made him feel so secure and comfortable than that. To hold her in his arms and trace her bare back with his finger, chuckling when she’d shiver when he’d reach a sensitive spot. To fall asleep in each other’s arms felt like a god’s sent gift.

To wake up to her face in the morning, a sight that he would never grow tired of. Never, not for many years to come..

..perhaps , in a different world god would’ve allowed Nanami Kento to stay by her side a little longer.

A world where he did in fact not have to work over time and did go on that date.

One where he’d be able to show her the ring that had sat inside of his pocket for the last few months. To marry her and grow old with her. Maybe have a kid, he probably would’ve made a pretty decent father. He did always like kids. Yeah, he’d make a pretty good father.

In a different world he gave her the ring. In a different world she had given him the test she took that morning.

He would’ve liked to live a little longer than 28. 50 wasn’t that big of a reach or so he thought. The world was cruel. Death was inevitable and it was quite rare for a sorcerer to grow old anyway.

…

Perhaps in a different world she wouldn’t be sitting alone at that little Italian restaurant on the corner of the street with flower adoring the walls, waiting.

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more la squadra x child! reader requests, you say? I GOTCHU LMAO. ok, how about a scenario were la squadra and team bucci are all meeting up for some mafia business stuff, with the meeting taking place at la squadra headquarters. however, team bucci just so happens to also have their own child who's around the same age as the reader and they brought the child along since they can't afford to leave them alone in their headquarters. so, while the meeting is happening, the reader and team bucci's child meet and begin playing with each other, talking about the teams who pretty much adopted them, and even showing each other their stands (if they have). by the time team bucci has to leave, the two children cry, still wanting to play (the reader even hugs team bucci's child as if to prevent them from having to leave LMAO), but not long before they're reassured that they can see each other again. 🥺

YAS! Our adorable reader needs a friend😭 Any suggestions for their name?

La Squadra’s Reader!Child becomes friends with Bucci Gang’s Child 

“Can I come with you? I want to see uncle Bruno.. and play with uncle Narancia”, this was the question you’ve already asked a million times. Honestly, the whole La Squadra was kinda tired of it. You actually just like it when the Bucci Gang gets to babysit you. Uncle Mista and uncle Narancia always hang out out with you, eat with you the junk food Prosciutto would never even let to look at, etc. Uncle Giorno is also funny in his own way. He makes you real butterflies from napkins! Isn’t this incredible? Although his ear trick scares you a bit..

Uncle Abbacchio’s always grumpy. But he lets you do anything you want so that’s ok. Sometimes you can convince him to play a tea party with you, just make sure not to tell others that he wore a pink tiara. Uncle Fugo tries to teach you some serious school stuff. He never even gets angry with you and controls his anger really well. And uncle Bruno is so cool! He’s kind and always agrees to play with you, even if he’s busy trying to sign this boring work related documents. 

“Alright”, Risotto sighed, finally giving up “Just make sure to be quiet, it’s an important meeting”. He can’t really say no to you, either can others.

The whole gang became more joyful when they saw you.

 “Hello there, Y/N”, Giorno smiled to you, gently patting your head. 

“We actually want you to meet someone”, Mista looked behind the living room door, where someone seemed to be hiding “Hey, don’t be shy buddy, come out”

After these words a child about your age came out from behind the door. Woah, you definitely didn’t expect that, anything but that. Your family also looked surprised. 

Now you’ve become shy, you hardly ever interacted with children your age. It’s almost funny that you’re not scared to talk to a gangster in his middle thirties, but scared to start a conversation with other children. Well, you guessed that this feeling was mutual. You just looked at each other like “and what now?”. Maybe you would look at each other like that if your thoughts hadn’t been interrupted. 

“Why don’t you two play together while we’re discussing something?”, Fugo started while other agreed, now disappearing in the other room. Well, you didn’t have any other choices, you looked at this child again, being silent.

“I can show you my room”, they said nervously, trying not to break eye contact “If you want of course”

“Sure”, you replied, taking their hand in yours “Lead the way”

The first ten minutes together were a little embracing. None of you knew what to say and there was an uncomfortable silence a few times. But after you saw a figure of your favourite cartoon character everything seemed to change. It turned out that you have a lot of common interests. You watched the same shows, read the same books and even liked the same food! After an hour you talked like an old friends. You have never laughed so hard in your life. Now you have a friend, an actual friend! Are you dreaming? And they have a stand too, pretty amazing one. For this few hours you talked about everything, especially your families.

 You told your new friend how cool your family is.

 “People think they’re scary, but they’re not! For example I’m not scared of them at all” 

“I know”, they sighed “Some people are scared of my family too. I don’t understand why..” 

Several hours had passed like that and you still had so many topics to talk about. Maybe you two could talk forever if it wasn’t time for you to go home.

“Hey kid”, Illuso looked at you from the mirror across from you “Ready to go?”

No. No you weren’t. 

“Can I stay longer?”, you pleaded, almost tearing up. Your new best friend took your hand protectively.

“Sorry but no”, he shrugged his shoulders “Everyone already waits for you”. 

In response you hugged your friend, already crying. “I’m not going anywhere without them!”, you whined.

“Everything alright there?”, Prosciutto tired of waiting knocked on the door.

“I don’t wanna go”, you replied, your friend now holding you with stronger grip. 

“You two can play tomorrow if you’re so desperate”, now Melone joined the conversation, opening the door.

“Promise?”, you stopped crying.

“Promise”, Mel smiled to you.

Still with suspicious in your eyes, you agreed.

So for now, you’re always together. Slumber parties, play dates and other stuff. You two are inseparable! Now going to the same school and hanging out afterwards, helping each other with homework and projects. Your families truly amazed what a strong bond you grew, but they’re happy for you guys. Maybe this friendship will last for years? Who knows..

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[hisui-dreamer]

i'm wishing on a fallen star

Pairing: one-sided! Jade Leech x gn!reader, background! Floyd Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: Autumn had always been favourite season. Jade could only lament that the season would take on a new light, for the stars he had wished on had fallen, and now he would have to witness the two most precious people in his life get married.

Tags: angst, unrequited love, marriage, not canon, hurt no comfort, Jade Leech needs a hug, bot proofread

Word count: 1.6k+

Notes: I know the point of writing angst is to make your favourite characters suffer but like damn, I hate myself for making Jade suffer so much (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠).

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It was a beautiful evening with a light breeze and a clear sky. You and Floyd had invited him to a wonderful restaurant for dinner with delicious mushroom risotto. Jade felt that the day was one of his better ones.

"Jade, there's something we want to tell you."

Jade looked up, his fork still poised in the air. "What is it?"

You took Floyd's hand, and he in turn squeezed yours reassuringly. "Floyd and I are getting married," you said, your voice soft, but loud enough to hear despite the restaurant chatter.

It felt like the air had been knocked out of him. He had always known that this day would come, that you would never look at him the same way he did you, but the news of the engagement still stung.

He blinked, before forming a courteous reply, "that's wonderful news." Jade managed to say, hiding the pain in his voice expertly as he had done countless times.

Floyd leaned forward, his body shivering in excitement. "Shrimpy wanted to let you know first~," he said in his usual sing-song voice. "Hey Jade, do you wanna help us plan the wedding?"

Jade forced a smile despite his aching heart. "Of course," he said. "I'd be honoured."

The pair began discussing the technicalities of the wedding with him, as Jade continued to conduct himself in a gentlemanly manner and offered his ideas on planning. But as the night worn on, Jade found it harder and harder to conceal his true feelings. He excused himself early, citing a headache, and walked home alone, his heart heavy and his mind full of all the "what ifs".

In the days and weeks that followed, Jade tried to come to terms with your engagement. He had known that it was inevitable, that the two of you were meant to be. But that didn't make the pain any easier to bear. Jade had mixed feelings towards Floyd. On one hand, he was glad that he found someone who held his interest like no other. Despite his outward aggressiveness, he knew that Floyd was a tender person who loved you deeply. And yet, Jade couldn't help feeling jealous and resentful towards him. He couldn't help but compare himself to his twin brother, who seemed to have everything that Jade wanted--to be wholeheartedly cherished by you. He couldn't help the pang of bitterness every time he saw you two together, all while feeling guilty for having such negative feelings.

Inevitably, the wedding day had arrived. Jade sighed, looking at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath. Arriving at the park, he noticed all sorts of familiar faces. The first-years who you had grown quite close to, two princes who had brought with them lavish gifts, Kalim who had brought even more expensive gifts, the ever-busy actor, and even the teachers who had treated you like their own. They were all catching up with each other, and in usual NRC fashion, making jabs at each other and picking fights, only they seemed to restrain themselves out of maturity.

Jade joined the crowd as they made their way to the venue, greeting to his former classmates and professors. He made an effort to compose himself by taking in the serene surroundings. It was a lovely autumn day, with the sun slowly setting and the sky becoming dyed in various shades of gold and purple. The leaves on the trees had turned various shades of gold, red, and orange, creating a stunning backdrop for the ceremony. Jade couldn't help but wonder why the two of you were so cruel to have your wedding in Autumn, his favourite season, the one that reminded him of the sweet smell of mushrooms and the beauty of nature. He had always loved this season, but now it would be forever tainted by the memory of his unrequited love.

The wedding area was absolutely breathtaking. As the sun began to set, the area was illuminated by soft string lights and candles, casting a warm glow over the entire scene. The aroma of freshly-baked apple pie and spiced cider filled the air, adding to the autumnal ambiance. The area was transformed into a magical, romantic setting for the couple's special day. It seemed that all was well on this splendid day.

All, except for Jade.

As the ceremony began, the feelings of jealousy and sadness once again pricked at his heart. Floyd was the complete opposite of Jade—open and laid back, with an easy smile and carefree attitude. Jade, on the other hand, was reserved and serious, keeping his feelings under wraps at all times. It was painful to watch, knowing that the person he loved would soon belong to his twin, the one who had always been his opposite in every way.

He was the one who fell in love with you first.

He was the one who tutored you whenever you needed help.

He was the one who would always offer a helping hand to you.

He had loved you for years, silently admiring you from afar, but never acting on his feelings.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder, if he had been more like his brother, if he had ever voiced his feelings, would things have turned out differently?

A change in the music brought him back from his train of thoughts. He spotted walking towards Crowley and taking hold of his outstretched hand, the very epitome of beauty and grace, as you started walking down the aisle. But not towards him, no, never towards him. Towards Floyd. Looking more ethereal and enchanting than ever.

Jade was a perceptive man, even his unique magic was used to gain information. But in that very moment, oh how he wished he wasn't perceptive. How he wished he could remain oblivious to the way your eyes filled with love and admiration when they were fixated on Floyd. It was the same love Jade had always wished was directed towards him.

You smiled at Jade as you passed by his seat, but he couldn't return the gesture fully. He put on a faint smile, despite the knot in his stomach, and the tears that slowly gathered in his eyes as he tried to stop them from streaming down his face. He supposed he was lucky you were too far away to notice he lost his composure.

The ceremony was long and difficult for Jade. He had to watch as the love of his life said their vows to another man who shared his face. He had to watch as they exchanged rings and kissed. He had to watch as Grim threw delicate petals of white roses in the air, and the newlyweds walking down the aisle with nothing but happiness adoring their faces. He felt like his heart was breaking into a million pieces. Oh, how would he ever put dust back together?

As the after party began, he saw you and Floyd walking towards him. Floyd had a big grin on his face, and you looked happier than he had ever seen you.

"Jade!" Floyd exclaimed, "There you are! Thanks for all your help with the wedding~"

Jade forced a smile. "I'm glad I could help," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked at him with concern. "Jade, are you okay? You seem a little down." Of all the times you would notice his emotions, Jade wished this wasn't one of them. He couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze. "I'm fine," he said gently. "I just need a moment alone."

Exchanging worried glances, the happy couple hesitantly agreed and left to entertain their other guests. They were soon engaged in a jovial conversation with the others, leaving jade alone with his thoughts.

Jade stood up, brushed off his pants, and walked away to get some fresh air. As he walked through the park, the leaves crunching beneath his feet, he took a deep breath and sat on a bench with a sigh, looking up the autumn sky. The stars twinkled brightly, but to him, they seemed to be mocking him with their beauty. Each tiny point of light represented a hope or dream that he once had, now shattered and gone. The constellations, once a source of wonder and delight for him, now seemed empty and meaningless. He closed his eyes and thought about all the mountain trips he had taken you to, the tender moments you shared underneath the starlit sky, making wishes upon shooting stars, and how they would never do that again. Opening his eyes, the once bright and hopeful lights had now lost their shine, nothing more than fading embers, incapable of fulfilling even the simplest of his hopes. He felt lost and alone.

By the time he came to, he was already back at home, as if his body was on autopilot. He walked into his room and crashed onto his bed, gazing up at the ceiling. Memories of his unrequited love flooded his mind as another pang of melancholy overwhelmed him. Jade laid there for a long time, lost in thought. He wondered about his future, especially in light of your marriage. Pitiful as it was, he had always imagined his life with you, dreamed of waking up to see your face and loving you with every fibre of his being.

Letting out another deep sigh, his hand reached up to brush his hair back as he glanced towards the terrariums by the window, how the mushrooms were thriving under the cooler weather. His brows furrowed, a rueful smile gracing his lips as a thought came to mind.

Autumn would always be his favourite season, the perfect time for him to gather mushrooms and make his terrariums grow. The perfect season for camping and exploring the mountains for any interesting flora. The time of the year when you're reunited with family and friends, a time full of comfort and warmth. Indeed, his favourite season is without a doubt autumn.

Only now, it is also the season he lost you.

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[princelylove]

Sometimes I forget my interpretations are not canon. For my freaks who are into hyper specific body parts, like I am, here’s the first batch of my body interpretations for part five. 

I can’t count how many full body shots or slow pan downs we had of Giorno- with a rightful emphasis on his hips and legs. Giorno’s muscle is that of a ballerina’s- slender, but has lots of stamina. He has a small waistline, like majority of the Joestars do, and his limbs are all rather lean, but his thighs provide an adequate amount of support for his ‘hips.’ He’d prefer terms like ‘full’ or ‘shapely’ over ‘thick’ or ‘well-rounded,’ but all apply. He’s shy in comparison to his father, who prefers the inverse to be said about himself. It’s generally best to not mention how attracted you are to his ass his broad hips, he's a bit embarrassed of his curves.

He stands comfortably at a nice 177 cm, or 5’8”. He’s often teased by Guido for being ‘so small,’ despite Narancia being the shortest. (Guido doesn’t want to get stabbed at nine in the morning.) His hands are slender, and delicate-looking. He has long fingers that he lets bugs and small animals crawl all over. He prefers not to wear nail polish at all, and dislikes wearing rings. 

Giorno is such a pale white that you can see the blue of his veins on parts of his chest. There’s little bits of pink towards the tips of his fingers, but the rest of his skin is almost pure white. It would be concerning if you didn’t know he gets plenty of sun- how he manages to stay that shade and practically live in the sun is beyond you. 

Giorno has a bit of a baby face still, he has very round features, besides from his eyes. He's a victim of that phenomenon where strangers trust you because of your ‘welcoming’ face, despite the fact that Giorno rarely smiles unless he wants something. His hair is naturally somewhere between wavy and curly, and falls down to his hips when it isn’t in a braid. After he becomes the don of passione, he wears it down more often. He thinks it helps attract new recruits- and he’s right, it does. If you’re attracted to full, heart-shaped lips and long eyelashes, Giorno will have you wrapped around his finger. 

He smells like flowers, white jasmine and roses to be specific.

Don’t talk to me about Bruno’s hourglass. He has a bit more shoulders, so I’m tempted to say he has a different body type, but it’s so slight that you wouldn’t notice unless you were taking his measurements, so I won’t count it. 

His muscle is from hard labor rather than consistently working out- habits from when he was just a baby helping his father- Bruno doesn’t exactly have time to do a real routine, and he neglects himself too much for it to work. While he does have a good bit of muscle, he isn’t as well-defined as someone like Leone or Risotto is. He can’t do a calorie deficit, he needs that food to keep working as hard as he possibly can. If he stops eating as much, he can’t work, and then he couldn’t protect you or his family (same thing), and, and, and, and. He eats well, he just doesn’t sleep enough. He’d probably stop worrying if he did. Most of his muscle is in his arms, back, and legs. 

Bruno is a strong man, he prides himself on being able to physically protect his darling. His looks aren’t a big deal to him, but he does enjoy taking care of himself. He wouldn’t have such a high maintenance haircut otherwise. He dislikes makeup on himself, but he grooms himself excessively- he isn’t one for long routines and expensive skincare, but he appreciates a nice cleanser and moisturizer, which he also uses on his hands. Bruno will sometimes put clear nail polish on just his hands, if he remembers it. 

Bruno is 183 cm, or 6ft. His height isn’t overbearing- in fact, he just makes the cusp of what most people would call ‘tall’ for a man- but he isn’t small, either. He’d love to share clothes with his darling, but if he cannot fit into yours, he’ll settle for giving you his. If you make him seem small, he’d happily wear some of yours, too. 

His skin tone is a light brown, although it pales slightly in the winter. He spends a lot of time in the sun, on top of his natural complexion. His undertones are warm.

Bruno's only tattoo is the one on his chest. It covers part of his stomach, as well.

Leone has lots of birthmarks scattered all over him. He stands at 195 cm, or 6’5”. I tend to think of Leone with more shoulders than hips, but he has a small waist, and it isn’t like his hips aren’t grabbable.

It makes him feel better about himself to work out consistently, so he kept his morning habits from his younger days. While he wishes he could say he works out for his health, it’s just because he doesn’t feel good unless he looks good, and that’s how he’d like himself to look. He has very prominent iliac crests, and a well defined torso. Most of the ‘fat’ in his body is in his tits. (Author’s note: Although it’s more appropriate to say muscle, since building muscle is how men get a larger chest, I’m using ‘fat’ for a better visual. When pectoral muscles relax, they appear squishy and pliable like most women’s chests do, so it isn’t entirely outlandish.) 

He has a thorough routine for his skin- he even has a separate one for his hands, which doesn’t work very well. Leone’s hands look smooth, but they’re a bit rough from work. His nails are fairly long, and natural. Painted either black or a deep red. He shapes them into coffins. They break easily. 

When he’s stressed, he tweezes his eyebrows. He makes them thin, and follows the natural small arch he has. Leone’s eyes are actually brown, he just puts contacts in to match his makeup for the day. He puts eyeliner on his waterline, like how you’d put kohl on.

I’ve mentioned briefly before that Leone has darker skin than in canon, but I specifically meant a dark brown complexion over just a tan one. He has cool undertones. 

While he doesn’t have any tattoos, he has a few piercings. His nipples, belly button, and nose are all pierced. The side of his nose, not a septum. 

Narancia gets pretty pissed when you mention that he’s 164 cm, or 5'3”. He’s still got some years before his body hits its limit, alright. He’s horribly jealous of Guido’s physique, he doesn’t understand how he’s doing the same things but Guido has way more mass than him. It just so isn’t fair. 

While he does have very distinct muscle, I wouldn’t call Narancia big. He cuts without realizing it- he has food right in front of him, but hasn’t fixed his eating habits from living on the street. If you praise his abs and arms, he’ll let you feel.

Narancia’s a light tan sort of beige. He tans every year without fail. It makes him sad to see himself pale, as it reminds him of his mother, who had the same complexion. 

He has a few tattoos, all of which are stick-and-poke, and done by himself through boredom. The designs are nonsensical and don’t mean much to him. He has tons of piercings, done by Pannacotta in a bathroom for the promise of not having to do household chores. Both his nose piercing and eyebrow rejected, so he settled for torturing his ears. 

He hates makeup, nail polish, and skincare routines. Narancia's skin is somehow perfect. It's debatable if he cleans his piercings out every once in a while or not. Narancia's hands are very square, and his nails are so short that them growing past his finger tips is a miracle.

Guido stands at about 190 cm, or 6’3”. I’d give him a smidge more at most, but he just isn’t as tall as Leone. Guido has a tendency to slouch when he sits, but loves to straighten his back out when he’s standing next to someone shorter. The first thing he did in purple haze feedback was check if Panna had him yet- and was secretly overjoyed that he wasn’t even close. 

Guido’s normally smiling- the only time he isn’t is when he’s truly alone, working, or genuinely pissed off. He’ll have deep smile lines when he’s older. It’s more of a grin than a smile, really- he finds amusement in the oddest of things. 

The only word that comes to mind is how big Guido is; Guido’s sizable nature is one of the first things you’d notice about him. It’s almost criminal to focus more on his chest- the man has ass and the thighs to back it up. Guido has a very full figure, he prefers bulking over cutting by far, and he doesn’t work out just to look good. He wants to be strong, and his job is very demanding. It just works. (It makes him feel useful.) Guido gets up when the sun does to work out, every day, probably for the rest of his life. He has a visible Adonis belt, but not a very deep, defined one. While the crease is there, he’d never intentionally lower his body fat percentage to match someone like Leone’s.  

His eyebrows are thick and straight. He cleans them up as best as he can, but hates doing it himself, so he makes Leone do his for him, in exchange for doing the dishes that night. (Leone normally turns the television up so he doesn’t have to hear Guido whine about how much painnnnn he’s innnn.) He doesn’t cut his own hair either, but doesn’t trust anyone on the team to get his curls right, so goes to a professional for trims. He started wearing hats because of a bad cut, but the pressure was comforting. 

Nothing irritates me more than when people take away Guido’s color. You are out of your MIND if you think he’s any lighter than a medium brown- and that’s being a bit generous. He has warm undertones, and gets as much sun as he can year-round. 

He doesn’t use cologne, and uses an unscented bar soap. Guido understands the importance of a good conditioner, but body soap? It’s all soap, man. Bar soap is fine, costs less, too. He tries to take care of himself, but isn't excessive about it. His nails are short and clean, but he doesn't trim the hair on his knuckles until Trish points out how noticeable it is.

Guido has a few tattoos, all of which he whined through getting. He decided to have the majority of them on his upper arms. They’re all biblical. He has a tendency to grab the bicep with Saint Mary on it when he’s nervous. He thought about piercing his belly button, but pussied out when he saw the needle. 

After the events of vento aureo, he got an orange on his upper back. 

Pannacotta is 180 cm, or 5’11”. He used to be the same height as Giorno, but gained some height over the course of Purple Haze Feedback, and now has to look down at his boss to make eye contact. He’s rather lean, and a bit ‘flat’ all around- he lacks a prominent waist as well.  

His complexion is very fair, and sort of pinkish. He doesn’t tan well at all, and is often teased by Narancia for it. His hair is entirely white- it's common to hear that it's because of stress, but he was just born like that.

Most people would describe Pannacotta as ‘pretty’ rather than ‘handsome.’ He wouldn't consider himself so, as he’s not actually all that feminine he just hangs out with two very masculine types and seems it in comparison, but he doesn’t mind. Well. He does. He hates feeling people stare at him when they obviously have intentions, but a little compliment is just a little compliment. 

He takes care of his hands and feet, but doesn’t like colored nail polish. He borrows Bruno’s clear polish. Pannacotta likes strawberry scented soap, and would buy a body spray that smells similar, if he was aware it existed.

He only has his ears pierced, and no tattoos. He almost trusted Narancia enough to give him a tattoo, but decided against it when he realized Narancia had the freedom to not listen. 

Trish doesn’t really have any muscle, but she is skinny. She looks significantly more like Diavolo than Donatella, which is horribly ironic. She’s slightly above average height for a girl her age, just shy of Giorno’s height, although seemingly short in comparison to the ridiculously tall cast of vento aureo. 

Trish’s complexion is (exactly) sort of like Diavolo’s- a light brown, with cool undertones. She tends to avoid the sun, and will slather on sunscreen to avoid getting a tan. She’s afraid of ‘aging early.’ 

Trish makes a lot of the same expressions as Diavolo- her annoyance, joy, even her anxiety all bear some resemblance. Before he left, Donatella would joke about using him as a blueprint. 

She gets her nails done professionally, and tends to go for acrylics over her natural nails. Trish prefers small, almond-ish shaped nails, with a lot of designs or charms. She just gets solid color on her toes. 

Trish is the type of girl to use five different washcloths in the same shower. She has an extensive hygiene routine, and all of her soaps are chosen to complement the smell of her favorite liquid body soap- which is a nice vanilla in winter, and coconut in summer. 

While Trish is a “You wouldn’t put a bumper sticker on a Bentley” kind of girl, she does have a few piercings. Her ears, nose, and belly button are all adorned with the shiniest, blinged-out piece of jewelry she could find. 

#god what do i tag this as #not yandere just wordbuilding #yandere giorno giovanna #yandere bruno bucciarati #yandere leone abbacchio #yandere guido mista #yandere narancia ghirga #yandere trish una #yandere pannacotta fugo #your honor what size kink #you wouldn't believe how long i stared at this

[karatehusbandos]

Merry Christmas @beetlepassing, I got you for secret santa! I decided to write a lawrusso oneshot for you. Hope you enjoy it and have a lovely Christmas:))

Hey Daniel.” Johnny said as he gave Daniel a quick peck on the lips.

“Hey Johnny.” He replied smiling.

“Did you already make the risotto?”

“Hm? Risotto?”

“You know, for Jimmy's Christmas Dinner.”

“That's tomorrow.”

“That's tonight."

Daniel rushed over to the calendar in the kitchen. He saw: ‘CHRISTMAS DINNER’ marked on 24th December in red marker and all in caps.

“Oh shit!” Daniel exclaimed.

“It's fine. We have 40 minutes.”

“Okay so it takes 30 minutes to make the risotto and then we have an extra 10 minutes to get ready.” 

Daniel was pacing around the room. He was stressed and sweating, fiddling with fingers and taking deep breaths.

Johnny put his hands on Daniel's shoulder and made him stand still. “Daniel. It's okay. I'll help you make it, okay?”

“Wait really?”

“Yes, of course. Tell me what to do.”

“Okay, I need the Arborio rice, butter, onions, white wine, chicken stock, vegtable oil, parmesan cheese and fresh parsley.”

Johnny started rummaging around the kitchen getting everything out. He got the rice, butter, onions, white wine, chicken stock, vegetable oil, cheese and parsley.

“Oh, thank you.” Daniel sighed. “I just need to measure everything out now.” He rummaged around the cabinets. “Where are those darn measuring cups. I kept forgetting where they go."

“You mean these measuring cups?” Johnny asked.

Daniel turned and saw Johnny, hands full of measuring cups of different quantities. He placed them all down on the counter. “What next?”

Daniel smiled. “What would I ever do without you.” He kissed Johnny on the cheek. “Okay I need 1 quarter of chicken broth, a tablespoon vegetable oil, 1 tablespoon of butter, half a cup of onion- oh, shit, I need to dice the onions.”

“Okay, I can dice the onions and you can measure the broth, oil and butter, okay?”

Daniel nodded and started to measure it out. Johnny got a chopping board out and started to dice the onions.

“How much diced onions do you need?” Johnny asked.

“Half a cup.”

Johnny measured out half a cup of onions afte he finished dicing them. “Anything else?”

Daniel was measuring the butter. “Can you measure the rice. One and a half a cup.”

“On it.” Johnny opened the rice packet and got a half a cup. He tried his best not to spill the rice everywhere. “Okay, got it.”

Daniel put down the half cup of white wine he prepared. “Okay we got all the ingredients ready. Now time to actually cook. Uhmmm. Could you get me 2 pans, please?”

Johnny got 2 pans out of the bottom cabinet. “Done.”

Daniel took the pans and put them on the stove. He turned them on and then started to pour the chicken broth into one pan and left it to simmer. In the other pan, he put the vegetable oil, butter and onions in. He handed Johnny a wooden spoon.

“I taught you how to sauté. Do you think you can do it?” Daniel asked.

“Uhmm. Sure.” Johnny agreed. He took Daniel's spot in front of the pot and started to sauté the mixture. “How long do I do it for?”

“2-3 minutes.”

3 minutes later, Johnny finished gave thr wooden spoon to Daniel. Daniel put the rice in and started to sauté.

“Our mums are coming to the dinner too, right?” Daniel asked.

“Yup.”

“Do you know what they're making?”

“I think my mum's helping yours make tiramisu.”

“Oh! My mums tiramisu is the best! You're gonna love it.”

Daniel finished sautéing the rice and the wine. He would put in one cup of the vegetable broth in the rice and then stir it for about 1-2 minutes before adding another cup of the broth and stirring again. 

“Hey, why don't I do that for you? You can start to get ready. Maybe even pick put a good outfit for me.” Johnny asked.

“Thank you, Johnny. Make sure you add a cup of chicken broth, stir it for 1 to 2 minutes and repeat the process until there's no more chicken broth.” Daniel kissed Johnny's lips before rushing up the stairs to their room.

Johnny added the chicken broth to the rice, stirred it for a minute or 2 and then repeated the process, just like Daniel had told him to do. 

A few minutes later, he finished adding the rest of the chicken broth. He turned the stove off and ran upstairs to Daniel.

Daniel came back down in a magenta button up and black pants.

“You look great.” Johnny said as he gave Daniel a kiss.

“Thank you. Go get ready, I'll finish this off real quick.”

Daniel took over as Johnny went upstairs to get ready too. He took the pot off the stove and put it on a board on the counter. The added the parmesan cheese, salt and pepper, butter and stared it well. Then, he cut up parsley and put that on top. He placed the risotto in a white porcelain dish with a lid. Just in time for Johnny to come down all dressed up. He was wearing a dark green button up and beige pants.

“That looks great on you.” Daniel told him with a soft smile.

“Thank you. Everything ready?” He asked.

“Yes.” Daniel picked up the porcelain dish  “Let's get going.”

They put on their shoes on and got in Johnny's car.

“I'm a little worried.” Dani blurted. “What if its not good? What if no one likes it?”

“Daniel, everyone's gonna love it.”

“How'd you know that?”

“Well Daniel. Firstly, you're a LaRusso. LaRusso's cam never go wrong with their cooking. And secondly, because your cooking is great no matter what.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.”

A few minutes later, they reached Jimmy's house where everyone else was already there.

“Are we late?” Daniel asked.

“Can't be.” Johnny replied.

They both went in to the dining room where everyone was putting their food down on the table and getting ready to sit down.

“Are we late?” Daniel asked Jimmy.

“Holy hell what took you gu-” Dutch started to say.

Quickly, Jimmy hit Dutch lightly before he could finish his sentence. “You guys are on time. Sit down.”

Daniel set the risotto down on the table before sitting down with Johnny. Johnny felt hands wrap around his neck and a wet kiss on his cheek. He could smell a familiar perfume.

“Hey Johnny!” Laura greeted placing another kiss on Johnny's cheek. “How are you?”

“Doing great mum. Where's Lucille?”

Lucille was engulfing Daniel in a warm hug. “Looks like you made risotto, huh? Well you're gonna love the tiramisu. Laura helped me made it.”

“Can't wait ma.” Daniel replied.

Soon enough, everyone settled down and ate. Jimmy made kebabs, Tommy made salads, Dutch made steak, Lucille and Laura made tiramisu.

They all ate and drank the wine Laura bought happily whilst talking amongst themselves cheerfully, like a happy family. Smiles and laughs came from everyone during the dinner. Everyone was happy.

“Daniel, this risotto is great!” Tommy said.

“Yeah it's amazing.” Jimmy agreed.

Soon, a flood of compliments cake form everyone, telling Daniel how great the risotto was.

“Thank you guys. The food everyone made is amazing too.” Daniel replied.

Johnny held Daniel's hand under table and smiled at him warmly. It was a sweet smile but his eyes playfully said told you they'd like it. 

After dinner finished, everyone helped with washing up and tidying even though Jimmy insisted he could get the butlers to do it.

Johnny and Daniel got home and took a shower before throwing themselves into bed and cuddling up with each other.

“I told you everyone would like it.” Johnny said smiling at Daniel cheerfully.

“Thank you, Johnny.” 

Daniel kissed Johnny on the lips. It was short but sweet and compassionate at the same time. They both pulled away and smiled at each other before falling fast asleep in each others arms.

I hope you liked it :)) merry Christmas and have a happy new year !!!

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Authenticity Ch. 22: Vocal Stim

Summary: Wild, Hyrule, and Four are foraging for mushrooms. Wild expresses his excitement with vocal stims.

615 words, fluff. For requests made by Inessen and TenacityShades on AO3.

Warnings: brief mention (like, two sentences) of ableism and Wild being forced to hide his autistic traits. It’s mentioned in relation to his time as a knight Pre-Calamity

“Is this one good?” Four asked, pointing at a growth of mighty thistle.

Wild hopped over and knelt down next to Four. “Hm. It is, but it won’t work in the soup or the risotto. We need more mushrooms. That’s mighty thistle. It grows in fields and plains, mainly. If I cook it right, it helps my attacks do more damage for a while. Flora isn’t quite sure how it works, but she thinks it has something to do with increasing the adrenaline or the muscle tone, or something.” 

“Are you going to take it anyway?” Four asked with a smirk. He was very familiar with Wild’s collecting habits. 

“I’m gonna take it anyway,” Wild said as he plucked the flowers from the plant. “It’s pretty abundant around here, so it’s fine to take as much as we find.”

Four nodded then got back to his feet to resume their search. Wild followed, bouncing on his toes happily. He loved foraging. 

“Shroom, shroom, shroom,” Wild said as he bounced. 

“Wild, over here!” Hyrule called. Wild rushed over to Hyrule and found him kneeling over a thick growth of Hylian Shrooms. 

“Shrooms!” Wild exclaimed as he knelt down. 

“Shrooms,” Hyrule echoed with a nod. 

Wild inspected the mushrooms to make sure they were good to eat. They looked perfect for harvesting, so Wild picked them and added them to the growing pile in his bag. 

“Nice,” Hyrule said. 

Wild jumped to his feet and flapped his hands happily. Foraging was so much fun!

“Shrooms!” Wild said. 

“Shrooms,” Hyrule echoed again. “That’s so fun to say.”

“Shrooms!” Wild agreed. 

Sometimes Wild got a sound stuck in his mouth. It didn’t happen very often, but when it did, he would find himself repeating the sound over and over and over. When he’s upset and gets stuck on a sound, making the sound helps him calm down. Most of the time, though, the sounds get stuck when he’s happy. Making the sounds helps him feel the happy feelings, and share his happy feelings with the world. 

Wild remembered clearly the first time a sound got stuck in front of Flora. They were in Lurelin helping a fishing crew clean their catch for a feast. Wild was repeating the word fish. Flora stared at him for a long time, then smiled widely and joined in. 

Later, she explained that Wild only ever did repetitive sounds in front of her, Before. He never spoke when he was assigned as her knight, so that was the only time she heard his voice. She also said that while Wild never explicitly told her about it, she believed he was taught not to make repetitive sounds at all. Hearing Wild make sounds, especially happy sounds, always brought her joy and comfort. 

Since that conversation, Wild has been letting himself make repetitive sounds more and more. It sometimes made him anxious to do sounds in front of people he wasn’t comfortable with, but he was working through that. As long as he was comfortable and happy, it shouldn’t matter if others gave him weird looks. The sounds always made him feel better, and in his memory no one had ever told him to stop, so he didn’t.

“I got one!” 

Four’s voice brought Wild back to the present. Four was holding an Ironshroom.

“Shroom,” Wild said happily. He bounced over to Four, inspected the mushroom, then put it in his bag.

“Four, you should say shrooms with us,” Hyrule said. 

Four shrugged. “Sure, why not. Shrooms!”

“Shroooooooooms.”

“Shroom, shroom, shroom.” 

Hyrule giggled. “It doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.”

Wild’s smile was wide as he bounced through the forest to find more mushrooms. 

“Shrooms!”

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