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#I wanna go to flavor town
cipher-the-sidhe · 20 days
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Dreaming of Bucky’s ghost pepper hot sauce
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ty-bayonet-betteridge · 5 months
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your transfem friend recommended a clinic to get your bottom surgery done at. she says its cheap, not gatekeepery, and the results are good, even if the doctors a little skeevy. youre at the address she gave you and are wondering how exactly your murder will go down. the door is on a third floor landing accessible only from a fire escape out of a back alley in the worst part of town youve ever seen. you knock three times and the door is answered by a ratty-looking woman with a severe slouch smoking something that doesnt smell like nicotine and doesnt smell like marijuana. her wavy blonde hair is unkempt. shes wearing an oversized grey hoodie that hasnt been washed in some time. you can identify blood on the left sleeve and vomit across much of her side, as well as other, more mysterious stains. you cant tell if shes wearing anything underneath the hoodie. the inside of the apartment - because it is, very clearly, her apartment - has a smell that you cant place but, if pressed, would probably call sweat, though you know that description is lacking something.
dr davis, you ask. she smiles wide, and her teeth are shockingly good for the state the rest of her is in. just call me riley, she says. never did get a degree.
she ushers you inside and sits you down on a sofa almost as stained as her hoodie. can i get you a drink she asks. a drink, you repeat, dazed. she says yeah. she says she has diet coke, beer, vodka, and coffee. says she used to keep tea around for a friend of a friend but she hasnt come by in a few years and the leaves are probably losing flavor by now. you say just waters fine. she shrugs and says your funeral. she comes back from the kitchen and sweeps some stuff off the coffee table. you see a stray scalpel, a roll of gauze bandages, a soda cup from taco bell, and various crumpled papers amongst the rubbish that she knocks aside before setting down your glass of water. she has a beer in her own hand and pops the cap off with her teeth, though the motion isnt quite how youre used to seeing people do it. she takes a big gulp before she keeps talking.
so what do you want your pussy to look like, she asks. you splutter a bit. she says you are the one who needed their bits redone right. you flush and say yeah thats me. she nods and says right so what do you want. you struggle to give a good answer and she starts asking questions. depth? width? color? clit size? you give your answers falteringly. she starts asking about labia. oh, you dont want dentata, do you, she says. that costs extra. you say you dont know what that means. she says dont worry about it. hey do you wanna get pregnant? you splutter again. not now she clarifies. well i can get you pregnant now too if you want that. doesnt even have to be human i think i have some horse sperm around here if you want. i just meant like ever in the future. you say you dont know. she says okay shell leave it out for now but come back if you ever want her to put the womb in. youre too stunned to reply.
she says oh do you want to keep your dick, i can do that. you say you thought they needed the tissue from the penis in order to make the vaginal lining. she laughs and takes another gulp from her beer. she says so is that a no. you say you guess you hadnt thought about it. she says she can reschedule if you need to think, no rush. you say no i guess i dont want it anymore. she nods and says come back if you change your mind.
she says ok, i think i can start operating now if youre ready. you say okay and she tells you to lie on your back and strip naked. you follow her instructions. youre still not sure if youre going to die today or not. she pulls on a big pair of rubber gloves. not latex medical gloves, they're yellow dishwashing gloves. she grabs a small jar of what looks like petroleum jelly off a shelf nearby. you cant help but notice that theres also lube, condoms, saran wrap, and a bottle of honey on the same shelf. you dont ask. she starts vigorously rubbing the jelly into your skin from the belly button down. everywhere it touches you instantly go numb. she keeps talking while she works. a lot of it is her telling stories about "her amy." you cant tell if amy is a sister, wife, or pet. she might be all three.
she reaches up to grab an empty syringe off the top shelf. when she stretches you notice shes naked under the hoodie. you look away bashfully. she doesnt seem to notice.
she fills the syringe with liquid from a bucket in the closet. the liquid is neon green. she injects it into your inner upper thigh. you are now certain you're going to die today, but you cannot make a break for it with your legs numbed, so you wait.
she says okay this is the part where a lot of people get squeamish so look away if you think you might get sick. she pulls out a set of knives. some of them look like dentistry tools, some of them are medical scalpels, and some of them are kitchen knives. you look away. she starts humming to herself while she works. the tune is pop goes the weasel.
hey, she calls out to you from between your legs, how many nerves do you want in your clit? you say uh i dont know, whats a normal amount. she says about ten thousand give or take two thousand in either direction. you say ten thousand sounds fine. she doesnt respond, just goes back to humming. its a different tune. shes humming old macdonald now.
she gets up a couple times to grab new drinks. you say should you be drinking during an operation? she says dont worry i know what im doing. besides i never took the hippocratic oath. she laughs at that, the sound somewhere between a giggle and a cackle. you don't think its that funny. she resumes her work.
this time shes humming the alphabet song. you ask how old are you anyway? she says somewhere between 12 and 47. then she laughs again. you decide to stop asking questions.
four beers, two diet cokes, three unidentifiable cigarettes, and five hours later, she stands up and announces shes done. she wipes her brow without taking the glove off, smearing unidentifiable bodily fluids across her forehead. she jabs another syringe into your other thigh and the feeling returns to your lower body. you're a little sore but other than that you feel great. she wheels over a full length mirror and tells you to take a look. its perfect. youre everything youve ever dreamed you would be. you cant describe how euphoric it feels to see a vagina, your vagina, between your legs. you thank her tearfully. she smiles awkwardly. of course, shes saying.
how much do i owe you you ask. she shrugs. iunno, a hundred bucks? im not in it for the money. you pay her the hundred bucks and leave quickly. you barely remember to get dressed again before heading out. you have never seen Riley again.
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Can you write about a chubby fem reader who hates going out to clubs. But she goes to this club in town one night. And chubby!reader gets the attention of the guys. They basically become obsessed with her, asking to buy her drinks, asking to dance with her, some “accidentally” touching her stomach and her other soft areas.
Even some of the guys arguing about what her pussy tastes like “I bet it taste like cotton Candy” “Na, I thinks her pussy has more of a strawberry flavor” “Maybe even Cherry”
I've been saving this for the right moment and now's the time—
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Imagine going out to a bar on your birthday or a special occasion. You don't usually go out, but you want to celebrate with a drink so you decide to go to a local bar. You dress up in one of your special outfits, one that hugs your curves and leaves little to the imagination. You dress up for yourself, but a part of you wouldn't mind getting a little attention too.
And attention you get. You enter the bar and within five minutes you've got a couple of guys hanging around you. Everybody watched you walk in, eyes glued to the pretty lil outfit you're wearing, imagining it on their bedroom floor. Only a few have the confidence to approach you at the bar, greeting you, offering to buy you a drink. You think the guys flocking to your side are just being friendly, but they have ulterior motives. They wanna flirt with you, gain your favor, take you back to their place and pound your pretty pussy until you turn to mush. They're already drunk off your perfume and your cute giggles, they just know that fucking your pretty chubby pussy would ruin them completely.
You're so oblivious to their attempts at taking you home, you swear they're just being nice to you! Why else would so many men be so nice to you at a bar? They're just being friendly, right??
Oh, they're friendly, alright, so friendly that their hands find your body. You think it's a mistake at first, when their hands slip along your waist, halting at your tummy, giving the lightest squeeze. But they don't stop there: they touch your arms, your shoulders, your back, any place they can touch without raising your suspicions. Can you really blame them? You're just so plump and tempting, making their mouths water as they savor how soft you felt against their lingering hands.
The men who aren't beside you stare at a distance, whispering to each other.
"Do you think she's shaved?"
"I'd prefer if she had a bush."
"What do you think she tastes like?"
"Oh, she's gotta be sweet."
"I bet she's musky."
"God, I hope she's sour, that would be delicious."
All the while, you're sipping your cocktail, happily entertaining the men around you, blissfully unaware of how badly every man in the room wants to fuck you. In your mind, they're just being sweet and social, but their motives are anything but pure. They pray that they'll get to go home with you, fuck you the way you deserve. They just gotta convince you to let them come back to your place~
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lizzaneia-elizalde · 5 months
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Request: Knoxx Wyatt (cowboy yandere) reacting to us (his darling) deciding to go back to the city (cause we got better job prospects or something, I don’t know). What would this man do to keep us from leaving? (And I guess this would still technically be early into the “relationship” where we aren’t long term commitment or haven’t truly “defined” the relationship yet). I just wanna see this man become unhinged. See his “yan” side 😉
P.S. Don’t ever feel guilty about your pregnancy/baby stories. I love them (and probably a lot of your fans since we all most likely got breeding/pregnancy kinks…cause this is Tumblr after all…😘)
Yandere! Cowboy x New in town! Teacher! gn! Reader
WHAT IF: Darling goes back to the city?
Thanks for the reassurance anon! I was seriously getting worried LMAO. Now, I think you know where this is going with what would Knoxx do...
TW: Tampered contraceptives, forced breeding.
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"Darlin... What do you mean by that?"
Knoxx gripped the saddle in his hands, his eyes wide as saucers.
You shrugged and gave him your phone which he snatched up immediately.
It was an email in which you're assigned to be a teacher in a prestigious University.
Knoxx felt cold in the stomach. The veins on his arm starting to bulge, blood pumping hastily to his heart as his mind went haywire with the prospect of you--
No, he can't even imagine it.
"But Darlin, yer only been 'ere for months. Not even a year." Knoxx whispered, trying to grit back the wallowing despair in his chest.
"That's what I said! But it's such a good opportunity. With a salary that's definitely much better. No offense."
"N-none taken."
"Besides, I still got two months here!"
Knoxx bit the inside of his cheeks, feeling his molars squish down the flesh, piercing it and letting the blood flow down to his tongue, tasting the metallic flavor before it trickled down to his throat.
Yet, no matter how much he hurts himself, he's not waking from his nightmare.
He wanted to let out a bitter cry but all he could do is laugh deeply. His eyes shaking from the raging emotions that threatened to bubble out.
His mind, heart, and body screamed to hold you down and break your legs, locking you up.
But he didn't.
He let out a trembling sigh and gave a wry smirk.
"Is that so, darlin? Congratulations." He mustered up his best acting skills and bowed with his cowboy hat on his chest.
His smirk widened when he gazed at your body, eyes hungrily drinking in your form.
"How about this, darlin? Let's make the most of those two months. You and me, fucking like animals. Just like you wanted." Knoxx grinned, gulping the blood and giving you such predatory eyes that he knows you love.
You shivered, heat pooling your stomach and lighting up arousal in your body.
"okay. Later night?"
"Oh sure, darlin."
Knoxx pocketed his fist on his jeans, fidgeting with the condoms he had in tow, while his eyes bore into the pin you have on your chest. Specifically, the pointy end.
"See you later."
~~~Two months later~~~
By the time you were supposed to leave the town, you threw up in the toilet bowl, emptying the hearty meal you prepared yourself. The smell of the paprika and pepper singing your sinuses and making you nauseous once more.
Your heart raced.
You loved pepper and paprika chicken.
You loved spicy foods.
Why would it make you sick?
Food poisoning? No. Impossible.
Your legs shook as you stood up, looking at the bedroom and seeing Knoxx's naked back hugging your pillow.
With a frantic search in the bedroom, you spot the used condoms on the floor beside your bed, and your breath hitched, seeing it leak on the tip. It's tampered with. Every. Single. Condom.
Did he also poked holes on the other condoms he used with your previous encounters?
You felt nauseous once more, but this time, due to your disgust and betrayal, mixed with fear.
You wanted to cry, to scream.
But you don't want to risk waking him up.
You need to get out of there.
With a hasty yet careful movement, you dressed up and ran outside, but stopped when you heard growls. Dog growls.
Knoxx herding dogs were circling you, backing you up back to the porch of your house. Eyes hostile yet calm, they herded you back to the frame of the door until you bumped into a hard surface.
You tensed, feeling two strong arms circle around your waist and felt the hands palm your stomach.
"Hmm... Bun in the oven. How delightful."
Knoxx's husky and deep voice sent shivers down your spine as he kissed your neck and slowly swayed you left to right.
"darlin, let's go back to bed. Pregnancy this early is especially dangerous for you."
You wanted to scream and shout, yet Knoxx's ranch was too big for other people to hear.
Was Knoxx's house this far from the town?
Was Knoxx's ranch always this deserted?
You felt something cover your head, making you flinch.
It's his cowboy hat.
Remember, he already staked his claim on you.
You're his.
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takenbypeter · 2 months
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Hey! Jumped on the Wonka train since yesterday and had two thumbs up! Can I request a Wonka x single mom reader where during the course of the movie they’ve built up a bit of a flirtation/relationship and he bonds with her kid (s) bc of course they love the magician with chocolate who makes their mama smile. Specifically I’m looking for like a scene towards the end of the movie or post-canon where he expresses interest in adopting her kid (or kids) and of course marriage so they can all be one real happy family together. Sorry if that description’s a lot
Beginnings of a New Dream
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Willy Wonka x reader
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Ahhh this one is so bad 🙈 I tried with this one but honestly I hate it, Idk I think it's cause I can't relate to parent fics so I just suck at them but still I wanna thank you for requesting
“Where is he?” You said to yourself, as you turned around in search of the young child. You’ve left him alone only for one second and now, poof, he’s nowhere in sight. 
Your eyes scanned your surroundings quickly until it spotted a familiar tiny figure standing upright among the white snow and you wasted no time to catch up. 
“There you are,” you breathed out, worried tone evident in your voice, “I told you to stay put,” you reminded, before noticing the stranger who was with him. 
The unknown man was wearing a tattered overcoat, along with a worn out top hat. His outfit was very…unusual, to say the least. And he was quite handsome.
But what concerned you the most, was his outstretched hand which held a small piece of wrapped candy. 
You glanced at your son who was already chewing on what you could assume was a different piece, then back at the stranger who instantly understands how bad this looks. 
“I’m sorry, I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Willy Wonka and I’m a chocolatier hoping to open my own shop very soon.”
“Mommy he can do magic!” Shouted your son.
“Oh he can now, can he?”
Willy Wonka. You’ve heard that name around town a few times, but this is the first you’ve seen of the man. 
He held out a hand to which you firmly shook, “well Willy Wonka, surely you, being a stranger and all, understand why I find it odd you’re giving candy to my son, knowing how dangerous it is for children to talk to, no less take candy from a stranger.”
“Ahem,” he let out an awkward cough as he retracted his hand. “I do apologize. It wasn’t my intention to cause fret. The little guy looked lost so my only intent was to keep him safe and occupied, honest.”
You squinted slightly unsure of the man. He stood arms up and opened in an innocent manner. His eyes were big with his thick eyebrows angled upwards at the middle before curving down. He did seem to be of no harm, and he did keep your son safe. 
You let out a relaxed sigh, “it’s alright, it’s my fault anyway, I should’ve kept an eye on my son. Thank you for keeping him safe.”
Wonka’s shoulders dropped and his facial muscles relaxed at your pardon. 
You reached down holding your child close, “we’ll leave you be. Thanks again.” 
“Wait,” his voice rang out, catching you before you departed. “Would you like to try a piece?” He held out the same small piece of chocolate from earlier in his palm upwards towards you. 
You’re just about ready to decline the offer but again he speaks out, “it would really be helpful to have a mature opinion on this chocolate.”
You nodded caving in because honestly, who were you to deny free chocolate, your mind thought showing you to be just as gullible as a child. Taking the sweet treat, you pop it past your lips.
 Immediately a rich flavor overtakes your mouth and as you bite into it, a milky chocolate filling spreads around. 
It was quite good. 
“Mmm,” you nodded towards the man, “oh you are going to go far with this chocolate Mr.Wonka.”
“Thank you. Your words mean much to me,” he said genuinely, and you let out a chuckle, “you’re welcome Mr.Wonka,” you say, as you turn around, hand in hand with your son.
Willy watches you fade from view with a prominent smile on his lips, because although he knew his business would do well, with the justification of your words he felt he was on the right path. 
And honestly he hoped to meet you on this path again. 
Days passed until you met the self proclaimed chocolatier again. 
You had been traveling, hand clasped with your sons, when you spotted Mr.Wonka’s pop up store in the center of town. Initially wanting to pass the store along with the small crowd surrounding it, your plans are thwarted when your son pulls you towards it.
“It’s Mr.Wonka!” Shouted your son as he pointed towards the herd, “alright, alright we’ll just stop by.” He runs, his little feet taking him as fast as he can while dragging your body along.
“Mr.Wonka! Mr.Wonka!” Shouts your son as he rushes to the front with you following close behind. 
Willy’s eyes widened in recognition, “well hey there, little guy, back so soon?” He asks, prompting your son.
You watch, looking on as the chocolatier chats with your child. They go back and forth creating small talk, before Wonka pulls out one tiny piece of chocolate, He waves his hands around and the crowd watches as he turns one piece into two right in front of their eyes. 
“Woah, do it again!” Clapped your boy in amazement, and truthfully you felt the same way. 
He performs the trick once more and again your son laughs as Wonka gives him one of the pieces before turning to you and handing you the other piece. 
“You are surprisingly well with children.”
He shrugs, at the comment, “it helps when you have such a sweet child…who has such a pleasant mother.”
He tips his hat while all you can do is chuckle trying not to look too moved by the man’s remark. 
“Thank you Mr.Wonka.”
“Please, call me Willy,” he adds and you nod while he returns his attention to other customers.
That Willy Wonka, what a charmer he was.
The week goes by before you run into the young man again, however, this time you were alone. 
“Willy!” You announced, trying not to sound too excited when you saw the chocolatier, who was walking along the street with a young lady. (You soon learned her name to be Noodle.)
You exchange greetings while Noodle makes her exit leaving you be. 
“What are you doing all alone? Where is the little one?” He asks, glancing around. “Oh I had to run some errands today so I had a friend watch him for me.”
Willy shares a soft smile, “he really is a brilliant kid, with a brilliant mother of course.”
“You flatter me Mr.Wonka.”
“Willy,” he reminds.
“Willy,” you repeat, sharing a look together before he blinks readjusting his focus. 
“Oh!” His eyes enlarge as he reaches behind him into his battered briefcase, “I had something made for the little guy, and for, ahem, the mister back home,” he holds out a small jar of candies to which you take grateful. 
“Please, there’s nothing of the sort, just me and the kiddo.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s alright. It’s been that way for a while, it’s sort of the only way we know.” 
Willy shares a look with you, one unlike the look of pity most give when they hear your story, it was more of admiration? Respect? Either way, you thank him for thinking of you and as you do so, you hear a siren noise nearing before the chief of police arrives. 
He steps out of his vehicle and Willy turns to you, “I think you should go. Now. I’ll talk to you soon,” he says and you nod in understanding leaving the scene as the chief of police nears. 
That’s how your time gets spent whenever you spot the man; your son talks with him, you talk with him, Willy performs a magic trick. You try to buy some candy, Willy refuses and instead gives it to you for free and then you’re on your way. 
“Willy! Willy! Look, my tooth is missing!” Your son yelled running up to Willy. 
“Oh wow, that is outstanding! But you know what I heard?” Willy lowers himself to your son’s level, hushing his voice. 
“I heard this year, the tooth fairy started leaving candy underneath the pillows, for all the good boys and girls.”
“Really?!”
Willy looks up in your direction shooting you a quick wink. 
“Really.”
Your son turns to you with a smile from ear to ear present on his face as you nod confirming his curiosities. 
Mirroring his grin you watch on as Willy and your son continue in conversation. You’ve grown to the sight of them both, chatting and laughing. It was a very lovable sight. 
 That’s how it went, your meetings together.
And with each meeting you found yourself drawing closer and closer to the man, staying longer and longer on your visits.
The last time you saw Willy was at his opening for the factory, when everything went south. People rioted and burned his shop down and in the craziness you grabbed your son and ran putting his safety first. 
After that you didn’t hear from Willy. 
That is until today. You weren’t there when all the mess went down. When Willy and his team practically outsmarted the Chocolate Cartel, having them arrested. 
But you made sure to be there for Willy Wonka’s new opening of his shop. 
You stood in the crowd, your hand clutching your sons as the people gathered around trying the various sweets and treats. 
Walking around taking in all the beautiful colors and lights you stop at a wall full of jellybeans and gumdrops. And giving your son permission to collect some, you stand a short distance keeping an eye on him. 
“You made it,” said a voice as a figure emerged beside you. You smiled at Willy who was positioned just as you were towards the colorful wall. 
“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
You watch for a moment as your son collects snacks, putting them into a bag that was provided. You were so occupied with him that you hadn't realized Willy was holding out one of his own creations for you.
“A chocolate flower for the lady.”
“It doesn’t have any yeti sweat does it?” You asked, eyebrow raised. You were lucky enough that you hadn’t managed to eat any of the poisoned chocolate last time.
“No, no yeti sweat.”
Beaming you take it and happily munch on it. 
“So this place…is it everything you’ve dreamed of.”
He glances around taking it all in. The smiles on peoples faces, the way they’re in full enjoyment, but then his gaze returns to yours, “yes it is. But it’s strange.”
You tilt your head silently, allowing him to continue his thought as he turns his attention back to your son then you again. “I think…I think I have a new dream now.”
“Oh yeah? What’s your new dream?”
Willy’s eyes lock onto yours. 
There are no words shared between you two but somehow you seem to understand what he means.
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intynidad · 10 months
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I lost the askkkkk but somebody asked me for how a relationship with the love interest of the otome au would be soooooo:
RELATIONSHIP WITH THE LOVE INTEREST/OTOME AU
How a relationship would be with the yandere otome characters SFW
Yandere otome au part1 part2
The childhood friend
Very wholesome, you two have known each other since forever, and things haven't changed much. Your relationship would be like an extension of your deep friendship, but with the added sweetness of kisses, hugs, and, well... other things.
It's amazing how your connection has evolved over the years. You've shared countless memories, inside jokes, and moments of vulnerability. There's an unspoken understanding between you, a comfort that comes from knowing each other's quirks and flaws.
The transition from friendship to romance is smooth like it was mean to be.
Be prepared for Cute dates and lots of cuddling
The older family friend
Prepare to be immersed in a life of luxury and glamour beyond your wildest dreams! A relationship with him is like stepping into a world of opulence and extravagance.
Don’t take me wrong, you had money, after all you are the heir of the L/N corporation, but he has more…so much more
Picture yourself indulging in lavish dinners at the most exclusive restaurants, savoring exquisite cuisine prepared by renowned chefs. Every meal is a culinary masterpiece, accompanied by the finest wines and champagne (or expensive sodas and fine juices if you don’t drink). Your taste buds dance with delight as you explore a world of gastronomic delights, each bite a symphony of flavors.
But it doesn't stop there. He has a penchant for showering you with lavishing gifts, each one more extravagant than the last. Expensive jewelry, designer clothes, and luxurious accessories become a regular part of your life. The world becomes your runway as you effortlessly exude elegance and style, draped in the finest fabrics and adorned with dazzling gems.
The heroine
Exactly what you would expect with dating a diva, but hey your nails never look better!
One thing is certain: she knows how to command attention. She's the type of person who effortlessly captivates a room with her magnetic presence. Being with her means being in the spotlight, as she enjoys being the center of attention and adores having you by her side. Prepare to witness her diva moments and embrace the grandeur that comes with dating a true star.
but don't worry, it's not all about her. She genuinely enjoys spending quality time with you and cherishes the moments you share together. She understands the importance of self-care, and skin care dates become a regular part of your routine. Get ready to be pampered and treated like royalty as she devotes herself to ensuring you feel loved and cherished.
She knows all the gossip from everyone in town so she is the go-to person for all the juicy details of every rumor
So grab a cup of your favorite beverage and sit back, as she entertains you with the latest drama and spills the tea on everyone in town.
She is a mega fan of carnival dates, she just thinks the ferri wheel and the cotton candy makes for a romantic outing, she just enjoys going out in general , there is an activity for everyone after all!
The loner
Why?
It took them a solid two weeks, after you two began dating, to fully process and comprehend the reality that the two of you were indeed in a romantic relationship. It was as if their mind needed some extra time to catch up with their heart.
He is such a puppy with you,honestly he would gladly strip themself of their personality to make sure you are happy
You wanna do A? Sound fun
You wanna eat B? Please do!
You wanna use him as a stress reliever
You wanna play C? On board !
His only response to anything you ask would be “yes dear” and is not like he minds to be honest, he is happy as long as you are happy
The playboy
It was only a matter of time before you found yourself succumbing to the irresistible allure of their charms. They had an air of confidence about them that was both captivating and, dare I say, a tad cocky. But hey, that was part of their charm, right?
Being a true party animal, they knew how to bring the fun wherever they went. Get ready for a whirlwind of lively nights filled with drinks, laughter, and the pulse-pounding beats of music. With them by your side, it felt like the party never stopped. They had a knack for turning any gathering into an unforgettable event, leaving a lasting impression on the town's history, whether for the better or worse. The stories that emerged from your parties together became legendary, etching your names in the memories of those who attended.
One of their many talents included the art of mixology. They could effortlessly whip up tantalizing cocktails that tantalize your taste buds and set the mood for a delightful evening. Whether it was a classic concoction or a unique creation, their skills behind the bar were unmatched. Imagine sipping on expertly crafted drinks, each sip a flavorful journey that they meticulously curated just for you.
As your place became the epicenter of these vibrant gatherings, it transformed into a haven of excitement and celebration. The walls echoed with laughter, the music reverberated through the rooms, and your home became a sanctuary for joy and revelry. Sure, the occasional mishap may have occurred, but it only added to the colorful tapestry of memories that you shared with them.
So, brace yourself for a whirlwind of endless festivities and unforgettable moments. With them leading the charge, your nights would be filled with the clinking of glasses, the rhythm of the music, and an undeniable energy that brought people together. Get ready to raise your glass and toast to the extraordinary experiences that awaited you in the company of this charming party aficionado.
The delinquent
Why x2
To be honest, you were the one who took the first step in this relationship. It's not that they were shy or anything, but they couldn't quite comprehend the fact that you would actually want to date them
Congrats! You are an official member of the gang now, and everyone better respect you if they don’t want their teeth on the floor, on the outside he is still the leader of the criminal gang, and you would easily become his right hand in all of his plans.
Hope you aren’t afraid of a little blood!.
He would teach you how to fight and defend yourself if you didn't know already,your ego would get a boost with all the gang treating you with respect (and fear)
On close doors,baking dates are a must, you would be the designated taste taster of all his cooking!
He can make almost everything sweet!
Low carb, sugar free, gluten free, allergies, just tell them and they will accommodate all of their cooking to your taste.
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jwirecs · 4 months
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RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF NOVEMBER 2023💖
hello, hello! here are my nct recs of november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝
** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **
🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite
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Makeup, Make Out || @polarisjisung💕✅
↳ somewhere between testing eyeshadow palettes and mascara wands, renjun tests the prospect of loving you (i love me some soft renjun. soft renjun is prob in my top 5 fics to read about in nct. like how can you not enjoy reading soft renjun fics?????)
Ready For Love || @jnnul💕✅💯💯💯
↳ a boy who has never taken a relationship seriously. a girl who is seriously over relationships. when they end up finding each other, will they let their ideas of what a relationship should be like ruin their relationship before it even starts? (the concept of one person believing in one thing and the other person believing in another but they come to one accord to overcome the obstacle is amazing. literally as op has said in their warnings "match made in heaven", they truly are and i love that.)
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Misses Suh? || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅💯
↳ (there was not exact summary, but if you remember the jeongs fics from this author then i present you the suhs. stop i freaking love these fics from them. i hope theres going to be more suhs.)
Silent Treatment || @polarisjisung💕💔✅
↳ your boyfriend broke some guy's nose for you, but what he doesn't realise is he also broke his promise to you (how does one give jeno the silent treatment???? easy, pretend to be oc cause thats what i did. LOL LIKE HOW CAN YOU GIVE THIS MAN THE SILENT TREATMENT. mans gonna be looking at you with them eyes and you are just gonna fold. gosh hes adorable and sht)
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Trauma || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯
↳ Being the son of the famous Nam Goongmin came with a heavy price to pay for Jaemin. Though Taeyong managed to get Jaemin out of his father’s mafia business and helped him to heal, there was still some trauma that Jaemin had yet to face. Until he came across a girl that he would soon learn that he can’t always run from his problems (the fact that the story lowkey connects with the other fics that they have is a gold mine. my ass is out here re-reading everything from the beginning aka the first one all the way to this one while i wait for the next one.)
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Enough For You || @midmourn💔✅💯
↳ you wanted to be enough for mark, but no matter what you did, you weren't. (brb let me just sit in the corner real quick. stop, i need more angst nct fics to satisfy my angst side. like you can just feel the hurt that the oc is feeling, cause i know for a fact everyone has been through this once in their life time.)
I'm A Mouse, Duh! || @springseasonie🔞✅
↳ Nomin in police costumes and Y/N in a "mouse" costume (it's literally just lingerie). Will they fuck? Keep reading to find out! (1. i love the mean girls reference. that movie is a classic. 2. another roommate threesome, i may have a problem. BUT THATS FINE. this fic was hella good.)
I Wanna Make You Scream || @nctsplug02🔞✅💯💯💯
↳ (johnny in a scream mask?????????? sir???????? HELLOOOOOOOOO????? like god this fic is, oh child.)
Rent Is Due! || @starillusion13🔞✅💯
↳ (theres no summary, but do you know what else is due??? my insanity after reading this fic. like god dam. had to take a moment to breathe after finishing the fic.)
Strawberry Cough || @hazyhae🔞💕✅
↳ when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that, and maybe even more. (the fact that jaemin automatically has a stock of the strawberry flavor for the oc is cute as sht. mans literally fell in love at first sight.)
The Day That I Met You I Started Dreaming || @nctstar💕✅💯
↳ You watched in satisfaction as the imprint of your lips stained a faded red colour, two semi-circles adorned by fine lines. The smell of strawberry wafted gently, so subtle you could have missed it. Yet, his voice rang in your ears. “You taste so sweet, baby. You always do.” (stop, i think this was one of the "long" jungwoo fics that i have read so far. i should start reading more jungwoo fics ngl. i honestly like how the story went. like it was at a good pace. not too rushed and not too slow, at the perfect pace. )
They're Roommate || @luvyeni🔞✅
↳ maybe those “jokes” your roommates play on you aren’t actually jokes (nomin threesome??? let me at it. lord have fcking mercy on me)
Young God || @jaeminvore🔞💕✅💯💯
↳ in which you were essentially scammed into cohabiting with a ridiculously clingy demon that lives off of sex. It could be worse. At least he staved off from sucking your soul out in exchange of you sucking something else—among other things (demon hyuck is a menace but hes a cute menace you know. hes gonna be like your bffl demon. i honestly fully enjoyed this one so much, like you dont understand. the mans a cute ass menace)
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NCT 127 Texts || @phoxphenex💕✅💯
↳ Baby 127 Calling Dad on Tour (stop i cant wait for them to be parents. like these fans are gonna have to grow a pair of balls and suck it up that these mens are gonna be parents in the future. like can u imagine their kid just texting them. their kid will have them on their knees i swear.)
NCT Dream Texts || @jenosz💕✅💯
↳ Jeno boyfriend texts (the way that i fcking cackled at the first one. i cant, that was literal GOLD. ngl thats prob something i would say to my boo, if i had one LMAO)
NCT Dream Texts || @midmourn💕✅
↳ Your mom hasn't paid me this month (stop jisung would be the one to actually tell his mom. protect this lil sprout.)
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8:57PM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅
↳(faster/2 baddies era jaehyun has me on a fcking chokehold im not gonna lie.)
Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!
** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **
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Birthday Boudoir--Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)
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Authors note: thank you for your patience, I’m so sorry it’s been so long since we’ve been with Jake and Sugar🥺 but I plan to continue their story🫶🏻
An Arrangement Masterlist
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word count: 4.5k
warnings: oral sex (female receiving)
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You want to do something special for Jake’s birthday since he’s helping out so much with you and with Betty. With his special day coming up in the middle of the month, you and Serena went to The Lark and reserved a room for a private party and to select the food menu. The manager insisted on giving you their DJ for the night so there can be dancing. She also accompanied you to a well known bakery downtown to customize a cake.
You decided on a lemon-flavored cake with raspberry filling and buttercream frosting. You also requested it look like an aviator flight suit paired with Aviator sunglasses and Top Gun involved somehow. 
“What are you going to give him as a gift?” Serena asks when you’re while you eat lunch after your birthday errands. 
While you trust Reynolds not to say a word to Jake–it is a surprise party after all–you didn’t want there to be any chance of the surprise being blown. So you didn’t even ask him what Jake would want. You suppose you could ask Rhea, but she might let it slip on accident.
“I’m not sure…he has plenty of watches, multiple wallets, a billion ties…”
“I know what you could give him,” Serena smirks. “Birthday sex is always a winner.”
“Serena,” you groan. “I’m not going to do that.”
“Why not? It’d be the perfect opportunity! Or you can get sexy lingerie and do a boudoir photoshoot. Brynne knows a photographer and she can make it into a little book, it’d be perfect!”
“How am I going to afford that? I already spent so much on the room and food, The Lark isn’t cheap, S.”
“You have his credit card, right?”
“I’m not going to buy his gift with his own money, then it’s not a gift.”
“I think he’d be more than okay with that purchase, babe.”
You finish lunch in silence then when she drives you home, you pause before getting out. The drive gave you time to think.
“His birthday is in a few weeks…and he’ll be out of town for two days next week…will the book be done by then? Is she even available?”
“Yes! Ivy is wicked talented. I was thinking of doing one for Bradley so I’d love to see yours.”
“Really? You want to do one for Bradley?”
“Yeah, as a Christmas gift,” Serena shrugs.
“Christmas? Wow, you’re serious about him, huh?” you smile.
“He’s different than all the other guys I’ve dated,” she shrugs again.
“Yeah, he’s not a loser and he treats you the way you deserve. Wanna come in for some wine before Jake gets home?”
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You’re both on a third glass of wine sitting out by the pool when Jake arrives and you’re surprised to see Bradley in tow behind him. 
“Have you ladies eaten?” Jake asks, eying the nearly empty wine bottle.
“We had salads at lunch,” you giggle.
“No meat?” Bradley asks.
“You’re here now,” Serena smiles coyly and then you both fall into each other in a fit of giggles. 
“All right, not what I meant,” Bradley shakes his head but looks at Serena fondly. “I’m flattered, Pooks, but I meant protein. Or carbs to soak up your wine.”
“Pooks? What’s a Pooks?” you turn to Serena in confusion. 
“You haven’t told her my nickname for you?” Bradley’s amused now and his eyebrows lift up. 
“No, it’s a secret nickname!”
“I’ll keep a secret!” you nearly shout. Jake comes closer to you stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You nuzzle against it before slipping your hand in his.
“I call her–”
“No, Bradley!”
“I call her Pookie,” Bradley grins, his voice louder than Serena’s. 
You gush and squeal at the cuteness of it and Serena hides her face in her hands.
“You’re his Pookie! Aw!” You hug her and the guys laugh. 
“Sugar, what’re you hungry for?” Jake asks, pulling out his phone.
“Mm, pizza!” you lean back towards him and stare up at him.
“Serena likes pasta,” Bradley mentions strutting over to Serena. He bends down to give her a kiss on the temple. “I’ll get you girls some water.”
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You ended up finding reasonably priced lingerie online, your favorite was a cream colored babydoll nightgown. Jake was gone on his two day trip so you had Ivy come to the house. You’d feel more comfortable taking photos at home and you finally feel comfortable calling it that. You invited Inez over so she could do your hair and makeup and she had words of encouragement for you before Ivy arrived.
Ivy was great and definitely boosted your confidence as she had you pose on his bed. She brought along some pearls and draped them over your breasts and shoulders as she snapped photos but you made sure to wear the earrings he bought you. 
“Too bad he took his aviation jacket, that would have made a great photo,” Ivy comments while you change into a baby pink ruffled set. The top was off the shoulder and the bottoms were satin with a small pink bow on the front, the waistline pulled up onto your waist. 
“You should do some in the pool,” Inez suggests. “He would absolutely lose his shit.”
“Ooh, water shots would be hot!” Ivy agrees.
“I’d have to be naked for those, right?” You bite your lip.
“Not necessarily. You can put on your last outfit and I’ll take some of those dry and you can wear it in the water.”
“Okay,” you nod.
The last outfit is also blush pink but the back is your favorite part because it has ruffles and a delicate bow that perches perfectly atop your ass. When you pose in the pool (you’re glad it’s heated) the fabric clings to your body. Inez is complimenting how hot you look. Ivy has you sit on the edge of the pool arching your back and head tilted upwards.  
With the water and your movements, the straps of the negligee fall off your shoulders.
“Oh that’s perfect, bring your arms up so you’re pushing up your breasts a little…just like that!”
“Hey Ivy…if I were to be naked…how would you pose me?”
She poses you so that the photos will lead to the imagination of your bare body. As she shows you some of the photos you’re in awe at how you look, you didn’t think you’d look this good or like how you looked this much. 
“I can have the book done for you the Wednesday before his party,” Ivy tells you as she gathers her things. You’re in a fluffy robe from your bathroom making a pot of tea in the kitchen. “Which one would you like as the cover?”
“This one…where I’m laying down on my stomach on the bed staring at the camera. I like my eyes in it and Jake always comments on my eyes…” you smile sheepishly, suddenly feeling giddy that he’ll be seeing these. You can’t wait to see his reaction. 
“Done. I’ll get to working and adding sepia or black and white effects. Would you like me to deliver it at the flower shop?”
“That’d be great, then I can hide it.” 
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“Hey, Sugar,” Jake calls you from his small office off the main entryway as you arrive home from work and the store. You felt the weight of the boudoir book in your purse as you entered his room. He has his laptop open and what looks like bills in front of him. 
“Yeah?” you breathe in the doorway.
“C’mere a sec,” he motions you forward with his fingers. You step carefully inside and stand next to him in his chair, his arm wraps around your waist and you look down at his desk. You see credit card statements laid out in their trifold arrangement. 
You gulp.
“Did you buy some new clothes?” he asks pointing to the statement while his other hand around you rubs circles into your waist. 
“Um, yes,” you mumble.
“How come I haven’t seen them?”
“I”m sorry, I didn’t know–”
“What are you apologizing for?”
“Aren’t you mad I bought something?”
“No!” he pushes the statements away and swivels his chair so he can stand. He towers over you leaning against his desk, his hands cup your face. “Of course I’m not mad, I’m glad you used the card I gave you. Will I get to see these new clothes?”
“It’s just one dress and some accessories,” you bite your lip. Jake uses his thumb to pull your lip away, he smooths the small indent from your teeth. 
“Can I see it?”
“I bought it for your birthday.”
“My birthday?” his brows furrowed and he fully sat on his desk. He spreads his legs so you’re standing between them and closer to him. 
“Yeah, it’s in two days and I wanted to do something special. I thought we could go to The Lark for drinks and dinner?”
“It doesn’t have to be a big to do, Sugar. I’m fine if we stay in and watch movies eating takeout,” he shakes his head.
“You don’t want to go out?” you start to internally panic. 
“It’s not that big a deal, just another day. And please don’t spend money on me, darlin’, okay?” he kisses your nose and rubs your backside affectionately. “Let me finish looking through these bills and we’ll have dinner.”
“Okay…” you murmur and exit his office like you’re a ghost. 
Now how are you going to get him to his party? 
You were thinking of different scenarios to get him to the restaurant without giving anything away throughout dinner and the movie Jake put on. When he asked if you were ready for bed, you followed him upstairs like a zombie and moved slowly through your night routine. 
“Are you all right?” he asks once you crawl into bed.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been acting weird since I asked you about the dress you bought, I swear I’m not mad at you.”
“No, I know you’re not I just…have other things on my mind.”
“Is it Betty?”
“No, she’s fine,” you shake your head. “Work stuff.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” he leans on his elbow staring at you with his pretty green eyes.
“It’s all right,” you fall onto your pillow snuggling into him. “Sorry I was distracted tonight.”
“Let me know what I can do to help,” he hugs you to him and kisses the top of your head. His hands rub over your shoulders and back. 
“Can we go to The Lark for your birthday? I grew up going out to dinner for birthdays and I want to do that for you,” you confess into his chest. You hold your breath waiting for an answer. 
“You really want to?” the motions of his hands slow a bit.
“Yeah, I sort of bought that dress especially for your birthday,” you stress. 
“You did mention that…” he murmurs and you feel his smile against your hair. “Okay, we’ll go to The Lark for my birthday. I’m dying to see this dress.”
“Yay!” You lift your head from his chest and give litter his face in quick kisses. 
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You took the day off from work to place some decorations in the room where Jake’s party will be held. Serena and Bradley came over to help as well, their height really came in handy with setting up the photobooth area.
“I can’t believe Jake let you set this all up for him,” Bradley says, tying off a silver balloon and tossing it in front of the shimmery backdrop. 
“What do you mean?” you ask scattering ‘Happy Birthday' confetti on the round table where the cake and presents will go.
“He hates his birthday, ever since I’ve known him he’s spent the day alone or takes up extra hours at work so no one makes a big to-do about it.”
“He hates his birthday?! Why?” You gasp and panic sets in again. 
“Not sure,” Bradley shrugs, “but he’ll do anything for you, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“He doesn’t even know it’s happening, this is all a surprise, B,” Serena says blowing up another black balloon. 
“Really?” Bradley’s eyes widen but when he meets your gaze he quickly goes back to normal. “It’ll be fine, y/n. He lo–he’ll love it because you set this up for him.”
“Are you sure? What if he had a traumatizing moment from a surprise birthday party when he was younger and now I’m going to ruin his birthday even more?!”
“y/n, it’s going to be fine,” Serena says and glares at Bradley. “Jake’s crazy about you and you could kill a hundred people and he wouldn’t bat an eye to helping you hide the bodies.”
“That’s morbid,” Bradley mutters.
“You know I’m right. He’s going to love your dress, he’s going to love that you planned this all for him and he’s going to love your gift. We’ll take care of the rest of the set-up, you go home and get ready. I’ll make sure everyone is in position by the time you get here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Serena nods, “Go home and get the birthday boy.”
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Your mind was racing of all the possible reactions Jake could have to his surprise party and they were all on the negative side. You should have asked his friends if he would have liked a birthday party. Should you have invited his family? You have yet to meet them and now with you not inviting them, they’ll hate you? 
Your head was pounding by the time your shower was done and you tried not to overthink as you did your hair and makeup. Nervously, you kept checking the clock for when Jake will be home. You’d told him reservations would be for seven and you had just finished slipping into your satin dress when you heard a low whistle behind you. 
You spun around to see Jake leaning against the doorframe ogling you in your dress.
“Jake! I wanted to make a big appearance in this!” you pout, lifting the fabric in your fingers as you walk to the couch where your shoes are. 
“I’d say I’m sorry but I’d be lying. You look so damn good,” he drawls moving in front of you. 
He kneels on the floor in front of you as you fit your shoes on, his own fingers replacing yours as he lifts your foot on his thigh. With slow precision he fastens the buckle then does the other foot and skims his fingers up your calf and over the smooth satin of the dress. 
“Jake,” you warn, he leans his upper body over your lap while his eyes drag over the dress. 
“What? I’m admiring this dress my girl bought just for me to see her in it. I want to enjoy it before the rest of the world sees you,” he says and kisses your shoulder. “I was going to wait until Christmas but I have a necklace that would fit perfectly right here…” 
His lips press to the apex of your breasts where you did want to wear a necklace but couldn’t find one that would suit the dress. 
“You do?” you drag his face from your chest so you can look into his eyes. “What’s it look like?” 
“It’s a drop necklace with two diamonds,” he smiles. “Would you like to wear it?”
“Maybe,” you bite your lip. “But if it was a gift for Christmas–”
“I changed my mind. Pretend it’s a gift you bought. I’ll be right back.”
He darts away to his closet then rushes out holding a long black box which he opens when he kneels in front of you again. You gasp quietly as you peer into the box, the delicate chain sparkles but the diamonds are even more glamorous. 
“Jake! This is stunning,” you breathe. 
“Let me put it on you, Sugar.”
He removes the jewelry and unclasps the hook just as you hold up your hair in your hand. He leans around you and you suck in a breath at the coolness of the diamonds on your skin and Jake clasps it together. His lips kiss your neck, shoulder, and clavicle bone before capturing your lips. 
“Beautiful,” he mumbles.
“You haven’t even seen it on me,” you giggle into his kiss. Your fingers curl into his hair. 
“Don’t have, already know it’s beautiful on you.” 
You continue to kiss quietly and then your phone dings in a notification and you remember you’re on a time crunch. 
“Jake,” you gasp but his lips shift to below your ears. “We need to go to the restaurant and you have to change.”
“I’m not done admiring you yet…”
His hand has slid up the slit of your dress, his thumb presses into your inner thigh and he nibbles on the lobe of your ear. You almost give in and want him to do whatever he wants to you but then you remember there’s a roomful of people waiting for him.
“The sooner we go to dinner the sooner we can come back and I can give you your present birthday boy,” you push him off you and his eyes are slightly crazed. 
“You got me a present?”
“Mhm, and you’re not getting it until after dinner.”
He stares into your eyes for a beat, then down at the necklace and your dress before he scampers off to his closet. You hear hangers rattling and some grunting so you stand up and spritz some perfume on. The notification on your phone was from Serena saying they’re ready for you.
“Okay, let’s eat as fast as we can.”
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When you arrive at the restaurant your stomach is in knots because you’re still nervous as to how he’s going to react to the party. The host plays her part by saying every table is full so you’ll have to move upstairs. Jake holds your hand up the stairs.
“What–”
The doors open and you push Jake forward so he can see the full effect as everyone shouts ‘Happy Birthday!’ Jake squeezes your hand as confetti poppers explode over the both of you. He faces you, eyes wide. 
“Surprise,” you whisper. “Please don’t be mad.”
“Mad? Why would I–”
Rooster and Coyote pull him from you declaring he needs birthday shots and drags him to the bar in the corner of the room. Music is already playing and food is placed on the tables. The girls take you away next and you don’t see Jake until it’s time to cut his cake. 
By that time, he’s slightly intoxicated and pulls you into him as everyone sings Happy Birthday to him. 
“Are you mad?” you ask trying to steady the both of you as he dances along to the singing.
“Why would I be mad? You threw me a surprise birthday party, Sugar, no one’s ever done that for me before. I’m having a great time.”
“You are?” 
“Blow out the candles Bagman!” Phoenix shouts from the lap of Brynne at the nearest table. 
Jake sloppily blows them out and hugs you close again.
“Why do you think I’d be mad?” he asks into your shoulder.
“Bradley said you don’t like your birthday–”
“I have mixed feelings about it, but you did this. For me. This is the best birthday ever,” he stares into your eyes. “Thank you for doing this for me, Sugar.” 
You frame his cheeks and give him a kiss that is borderline inappropriate given the present company. There’s catcalls and wolf whistles when Jake’s hand drops lower onto your ass which makes you laugh. 
The rest of the evening is spent taking photos at the photobooth and dancing on the dancefloor with Jake. Turns out he loves Frank Sinatra and his crooning voice made the night even more magical. The night ended with just the two of you dancing along to the duet of ‘Somethin’ Stupid’ with Nancy Sinatra and Jake loves to spin you around. 
You feel as if you’re in a movie and while dancing with him, all that’s wrong in the world disappears. It’s just you and him.
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Back at home, you drag Jake up to his bedroom and sit him down on the edge of his bed. He removes his tie and jacket, tossing them in the corner of the room. Your shoes were off as soon as you entered the house and it felt nice to walk on the plush carpet. 
“Where are you going?” he asks your back as you go into your closet of his room.
“I have a birthday gift for you, remember?” 
You quickly remove your dress and put on the pink lingerie set with the bow and cover up with a robe. When you’re back in his room he’s laid back on the bed, arms wide, staring up at the ceiling. 
“Hey, no sleeping yet birthday boy. Sit up,” you sit next to him. 
When he sees what you’re wearing, he shoots straight up then looks at the gold wrapped gift in your lap. 
“This is for me?” he smiles resting his hand over yours.
“Happy Birthday, Jake.”
You hold out the gift and he grabs it. You hope he can’t hear your heart beating as he tears away the paper, you purposefully wrapped it upside down so he’d have to flip it over to see the cover. When he does, you hold your breath and he stares at the image of you staring up at him in black and white. He seems frozen so you flip the cover open and you see the photo of you laying on the bed with the pearls. 
Jake’s fingers trace over the string of pearls softly before turning the page. You sit quietly trying to gauge his reaction and you see a slight smile on his face the more he flips through the book. 
“When did you do this?” he finally breaks the silence when he’s halfway through.
“Last week while you were gone.”
He’s silent again as he continues and then it’s the pool photos. He groans when he realizes you’re completely nude. You notice he’s shifting on the bed and at the very last page he reads your inscription to him before closing the book. 
“Sugar, this is–”
“One more surprise,” you interrupt him and unfold your legs from under you. You stand up and remove your robe, letting it pool at your feet as you stand before him in the lingerie piece. 
“What…” he sets the book down on the floor carefully, his eyes scanning over you slowly. “What did I do to deserve you?” 
His voice is a little hoarse and scratchy and it elicits some dampness to form between your legs. In one swift motion, Jake lifts you by the backs of your thighs and you’re suddenly staring at him above you. On the same thought, you tug him down as he presses himself against you in a heated kiss. Your fingers pop open the button of his dress shirt, the pads drifting over his chest hair. You try to tug the shirt off but he breaks away.
“No, no, this is all about you, baby,” he shakes his head sliding down the bed, pulling you with him until you’re at the very edge.
He spreads your legs slightly and drags his hands to the flimsy fabric of your panties, dragging them down and off you. He parts your legs more, your heart is racing as you watch him raised on your elbows. 
“But it’s your birthday–”
“You’re all I need.”
He kisses up your left leg, teeth nibbling every now and then as he rests your leg on his shoulder. He does the same thing to your right leg and you’re elevated to his mouth. 
“Look at you, so pretty for me,” he mumbles brushing a knuckle to your wet core. Your legs jolt at the contact and you’re hot all over. “Can I make you feel good, Sugar?”
His green eyes are blazing as he gazes up at you and you can’t find the words to speak so you just nod. 
“Use your words, baby.” His pinky glides up your slit and that somehow brings back your voice.
“Yes…please,” you whimper. 
Jake hums and with a smirk he lowers his mouth to your very center and when you feel his hot breath and wet tongue, you fall back onto the bedspread. He uses his tongue and lips in a way that makes it feel like he has three tongues. He suckles and laps in all the places you never knew existed, and then a newfound stretch of his finger slipping inside you has you moaning. 
“Oh, Jake,” you sigh. Your hands fly to his hair guiding him to where your body is reacting the most to his actions. He hums and slips his tongue inside you along with his finger. Your mouth opens and your toes curl. 
Soon, your body is rocking with the motions of his ministrations, your legs clamping around his head. He’s making you hot, your lower back becomes slick with sweat and your stomach is full of butterflies. His one hand is gripping your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles and then he does something with his mouth and you practically scream. You bite onto your knuckles.
“I wanna hear you, Sugar,” he mumbles and makes an obscene slurping noise. “So fucking wet…goddamn.”
He devours you, putting his whole body into pleasuring you and you feel the muscles in his back stretch and flex. It’s like a band inside you is about to snap and when another finger is inserted and his tongue is moving at an even quicker pace, you rise up. 
The band starts to snap and you clutch his face to your core as your orgasm explodes out of you. You’re whimpering and moaning and saying words that don’t even sound like English until you fall back on the bed and enjoy the lingering part of your orgasm. Your fingers fall from his hair and he’s still working his mouth over you, milking the remnants of your orgasm. 
“Oh my God,” you squeak and drag your hands up your body and over your breasts. You give them a squeeze, feeling the hard peaks of your nipples through the thin fabric.
Jake doesn’t let up and your legs start to shake, your breathing turns into pants.
“Jake, I’m going to–”
“Cum for me again, Sugar,” he encourages and as if your body was waiting for the command, you do.
This orgasm is more warm and languid, turning your body into jelly. You feel like you’re floating and Jake removes his fingers from you slowly but your body reacts from the loss. 
“Sorry, Sugar, I’ll be more gentle,” he coaxes and kisses your pussy delicately before lifting his head. 
You tilt your head so you can see him, his lips and chin are glistening with your orgasm and that makes you hot all over again. 
“You know, I loved the birthday cake you got for me,” he says crawling over you. He swipes the moisture from his chin and sucks on his thumb. “But you’re my favorite flavor.”
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TBH the lack of Real Respect Tsuna and Skull both get makes me wanna see ‘em just… Vanish. They aren’t hurt, or in trouble, but they both end up tired as hell and want like. One (1) year to themselves, without being called shit like useless or lackey or weak. So they fuck off and onto some whimsical journey across the world, probably running into the fair folk or some shit (because Tsuna’s Super Anxiety would make him a damn hard target for them, and I feel like they’d just Vibe with Skull. Immortal and all that).
Meanwhile, everyone back in Namimori is losing. their. shit. Trying to find their two dumbasses, flipping every damn stone over because they’ve Clearly been kidnapped. No One notices the note Tsuna and Skull left, because Skull still isn’t the best at writing and Tsuna’s Super Anxiety kicked in and said that if he wrote it he’d never get his goddamn vacation.
To clarify, this is meant to be (mostly) humorous, but I’m curious to see where you’d go with an idea like this. I just want Skull and Tsuna to travel the world together TBH. Feel like they’d make good brothers.
Oh oh yes. Obviously there'll be humor but, well, it's me and we all know how these things eat my brain and I have to give them some bite so:
Skull isn't really one of Arcobaleno that Tsuna generally spends much time with.
When it comes to the Strongest, the ones Tsuna's found himself spending the most time with has always been Reborn and, surprisingly enough, Fon.
Reborn is around more often than not, content to keep torturing Tsuna even if his official title has shifted from Demon Tutor to Demon Tutor/Advisor.
And Fon's tendency to stop by frequently can be chalked up to I-pin and the fact that, for some reason, the Storm seems to be under the impression that hanging around Tsuna will, somehow, help him grow closer to Hibari.
Which is something that doesn't really make much sense to Tsuna. Even after years of being dragged into and out of various ridiculous shenanigans together, and despite recent Hibari's tendency to commandeer Tsuna's bed or floor or balcony at random times to nap, Tsuna's still not convinced that Hibari actually remembers he exists whenever they're not in the same room together.
And sometimes not even then.
A part of Tsuna also suspects that the "Small Animal" title he carries now might just be Hibari's way of getting around the fact that he doesn't remember Tsuna's actual name anymore.
It is, much like most everything else involving Hibari and Tsuna's thoughts about him, confusing and difficult for Tsuna to make up his mind about.
So, besides Reborn's continued sadism and Fon regularly attempting to use Tsuna as some kind of emotional Switzerland and/or human sacrifice to Hibari, Tsuna tends to see the other Arcobaleno on a bit of a floating schedule.
Viper, as Reborn has taken to insisting everyone outside of the Varia call the Mist, tends to blip in and out every once in a while. Often bringing news from Xanxus and leaving with anything strawberry flavored in Tsuna's house and whatever money he might have in his wallet at the moment.
Lal Mirch and Colonello tend to arrive and depart together, attached at the hip now no matter how much they bicker.
Verde's version of checking in seems to come in the form of sending whatever new robot or nightmare construct he's thought of to attack Tsuna and "gather data".
But Skull?
Tsuna rarely sees Skull.
The Cloud floats in and out of town only rarely and never stays longer than absolutely necessary. Often times he's gone within the hour.
Which is, in Tsuna's opinion, actually kind of a shame.
Because the thing is, Tsuna actually likes Skull.
Oh, he hadn't a few years ago when they'd first come across each other.
No back then Tsuna had hated each new and increasingly ridiculous trap/trick/shenanigan and situation Reborn had managed to push him into.
Skull had just been another irritation on a rapidly increasing list of things Tsuna hadn't wanted to deal with.
But ,,,
Well, it hadn't taken Tsuna long to realize that Skull and he were much more alike than he'd ever thought possible back at the beginning.
And now, with a few years of Reborn and this mafia headache under his belt?
Now Skull's someone that Tsuna wouldn't actually mind seeing more of.
Even though he knows it's not likely to happen.
Mainly because Tsuna's not actually a complete idiot no matter what some people still seem to think.
Tsuna's seen enough interactions between Reborn and Skull to have a pretty good idea about where some of the chips in that relationship fall.
Plus Hyper Intuition is helpful for more than just life-or-death battles these days even if Tsuna's not made that fact as openly obvious as he might once have.
It's yet another area in which Tsuna's found he can sympathize with Skull.
Because Tsuna also has a hyper-violent sadist he half wishes he could care less about sometimes.
Which is why Tsuna's so surprised to see a familiar pair of leather-clad legs dangling over the edge of the roof when he steps out onto his balcony, desperate to escape the screaming and general chaos that has once again taken over his house.
Tsuna goes to call out only for that familiar flare of warning heat to snap his mouth closed.
Instead Tsuna does something that he wouldn't have been able to a few short years ago.
He reaches up, grabs the edge of his roof in one hand, and pulls himself up onto the tiles above him.
When he's kneeling on the roof a few seconds later Tsuna finds himself glad that he didn't make too much noise, glad that he didn't draw any attention to Skull.
Because Skull's currently laid out on Tsuna's roof, legs dangling over the side but arms pillowed behind his head, helmet settled at his hip and eyes trained on the night sky and face almost eerily blank.
It is, Tsuna can't help but think, the quietest he's ever seen Skull.
It's honestly a little unsettling.
But, worst of all somehow in Tsuna's opinion, is the fact that Skull looks ,,, tired.
He doesn't even bother to greet Tsuna beyond flicking those vibrant violet eyes in his direction before going back to his star gazing.
To Tsuna, Skull has never looked more like everything he was taught a Cloud is supposed to be than in this moment.
Cold.
Illusive.
Bound to drift away.
The thought sends a shiver of premonition down Tsuna's spine.
Tsuna finds himself laying down on the roof beside him, legs dangling over the edge and arms folded behind his head.
Their elbows are just barely brushing.
And all the while a flickering whisper in the back of Tsuna's mind sings.
"I'm tired," Tsuna finds himself saying some silent drawn-out minutes later.
A beat of silence.
"Yeah," Skull sighs, voice lower and smoother than Tsuna has ever heard it before, "me too."
"I," Tsuna pauses, swallows, feels his Intuition surge and sharpen, "I love my friends and I know they care too but sometimes I just ,,,"
Tsuna trails off because he knows that Skull understands without him ever having to finish.
"Wish you could go to sleep and wake up on the opposite end of the world so that maybe you could get some rest and peace before they inevitably find you again?" Skull offers.
"Yes," The answer practically bursts out of Tsuna.
Another beat of silence.
"I've got an airship," Skull announces.
Tsuna hears it for the offer it is.
"They'd find us," Tsuna points out softly, twisting just a bit so he's looking Skull in the face. "They'd hunt us down and drag us both back."
The smirk Skull sends him in return is far darker and slyer than any expression Tsuna's ever seen on his face before.
"Oh, malysh nebo," Skull practically purrs, "they could certainly try."
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Limitless - Chapter 1 - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairings: Jake Lockley x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff 💛 (maybe smut in later chapters)
Summary: After you break up with your cheating boyfriend you move to another part of town. Being single while carrying a child under your heart is hard, but you recieve help and support from the most unexpected person, your grumpy neighbour.
A/N: I wanted this story to be about Jake only, but come on, you can't have one boi without the other two; as Steven said: they come as a package deal. We're focusing on Jake mainly though (at least in this chapter - I swear I love them equally, I swear I don't have a favourite when will I stop lying to myself)
Chapter 2
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So your new place was a shithole. You didn't dare to sneeze, fearing the whole building would fell apart. The men from the company who helped you move were kind enough to carry everything up to your flat, but it would take you weeks to clean up fully and unpack everything. Oh what fun. So far you were living there for a week, but still more than half of your things were unpacked. You needed to buy shelves for your books, a wardrobe and so much other stuff, especially in the nursery.
You caressed your little baby bump and walked around the flat. It was fortunate you could save money while you were living with your asshole of an ex. The place needed a good old paint over too. There were dark spots on the walls that made you wanna puke.
The elevator gave you the creeps too. Everytime you entered it you prayed for whoever was up there listening so you won't fall down. It was easier when others were in there too, it gave you a little relief that you were not completely alone and helpless. Like right now. Penny an old lady who was living a floor below you was in there too, and your direct neighbour Jake slid in before the door could close.
"So how did the appointment go?" - Penny asked with a sweet smile.
You and her met on the day you moved in and she was really kind, offering advices on pregnancy, being a mother of three herself. She was very helpful.
"The doctor said everything's okay, but he told me to take it easy because of the upcoming heat." - you said as you rubbed your small baby bump.
Jake's eyes snapped down to your stomach. He didn't notice you were pregnant the few times he saw you, but as he watched you closely now, he could detect your tummy standing out more as you smoothed your hands down on it, your cute floral sundress curving over the small bump.
Well, damn, he thought about maybe asking you out, he saw you a few times in the last few days on the corridor, and thought you were pretty, but looks like some lucky bastard was way faster. Asshole.
"Oh, yes, try staying inside the building as much as you can next week, it's gonna be hell out there. Fortunately the building stays a little cooler during summer. Buy some ice-cream, it will be good for you."
"Oh, my freezer is already full with it, this little bug is constantly craving it in the past few days." - you smiled making her chuckle.
"What flavor?"
"Lemon. And I also cannot stop eating pickles, ugh." - you shuddered, making a face.
Jake hid a smirk as he noticed the jar in your shopping bag.
"Ah, I know the feeling, I hated pineapples, but during my first pregnancy I was eating them daily."
"Did you continue eating it after you gave birth?"
"Hell, no!" - she said dramatically, making you laugh. - "I hoped the craving will go away, and thank god it did!"
"Amen!" - you giggled.
"Oh, that's me, take care, darling, bye Jake!" - she said as the elevator stopped and she stepped out.
"You too, bye!" - you waved after her.
"Bye Mrs. Wheeler." - Jake nodded.
"She's so nice!" - you smiled at him, then quickly bit the inside of your cheek. He seemed like the type of person who liked being left alone, at least the small scowl he is always wearing gave you that impression.
"Huh? Uh, yeah, she is." - Jake agreed.
You never directly talked to him, you only greeted each other when you met on the corridor or in the lift. This was also the first time he saw you smile so brightly, and it made his heart skip a beat. It was radiant, but just as quickly as you showed it to him, it disappeared, leaving an anxious expression on your face.
"Do you need help with those?" - he asked, looking down at the two grocery bags you were carrying when the elevator stopped again at your floor and you both exited.
"Oh, no, thank you! They're not heavy, I promise!" - you smiled.
Jake nodded again as he stepped to his door and fumbled with his keys a little more than necessary, secretly watching you as you made your way to your door and waited until you were inside, to make sure you reached your home safely.
After you closed your door, he sighed and stepped inside his apartment too, taking off his flat cap and running a hand through his hair, watching his reflection.
'Too bad she's taken.' - Marc said with a pout.
"Ugh, shut up." - Jake rolled his eyes and tried to ignore his headmate's laugh.
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Almost a week has passed when Jake saw you again, and he narrowed his eyes when you yelled at him to hold the door for you as you tried to ran to the elevator before the door closed.
"Thanks!" - you panted as you dropped the two grocery bags on the floor with a heavy thud and you leaned against the wall wiping sweat off your forehead.
"I thought you weren't supposed to be out during this heat?" - he couldn't stop himself from scolding you.
You looked at him confused, then you remembered that he was there too when you talked about it with Penny.
"Yeah, but my fridge doesn't fill up itself does it?" - you joked.
"What about your husband? He shouldn't let you do the shopping, or at least, not alone."
"Hmm, well, I don't have a husband."
"Then your boyfriend."
"I don't have a boyfriend either."
Jake frowned.
"The father of your child...?"
"...is on a vacation somewhere in Hawaii probably with his masseur." - you rolled your eyes nonchalantly with a vawe of your hand.
Well, damn.
'The lights turned green, Lockley, the lights turned green.' - Marc said.
Jake glared at the mirror in the elevator only for a second, but it was enough to make Marc shut up.
"Sorry to hear that."
'But not really.' - Marc added and Jake saw as he wiggled his eyebrows, eyeing your body up and down from the reflection.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
"Ah, it's okay. He was an asshole anyway."
Jake cleared his throat as uncomfortable silence filled the air. You were single which was good, but you were also pregnant which... made things complicated? He only talked with the boys that it was time for them to have a girlfriend and not about having a family right away... Not that they were opposed to that idea eventually, but Steven wasn't experienced with being in a relationship, Marc was divorced and Jake... well, let's just say he was only familiar with that kind of love that you pay for. Yeah, they were totally dad material...
Jake was pulled out if his thoughts when he saw you bend down with a small huff to pick up the grocery bags. Without hesitation, he reached for them too.
"Oh, they're not heav...!"
"Jesus Christ, woman, do you have bricks in these or something?" - Jake asked as he lifted them up and waited for you to step out of the elevator first.
For him they weren't heavy, but he wasn't comfortable with the idea that a pregnant woman was carrying this much weight.
You looked down sheepishly and lead the way to your door.
"I'm only 4 months far, it's okay."
"It's not." - Jake countered as he followed you inside your apartment, and he lifted his eyebrows as he looked around. - "Do you need help unpacking?"
"Uh, no, I'm just in the middle of assembling a shelf for my books."
"And a wardrobe for your clothes?" - he asked, noticing the shirts and dresses sticking out of a few boxes.
"I only just ordered that, I still have a few days until it arrives."
Jake put the grocery bags on the countertop and walled in your livingroom. His eyes widened when he saw the massive shelf boards scattered around the floor with screws and screwdrivers and he quickly picked one up, slightly panicking when he felt the weight of it.
"And you were about to put this together by yourself?" - he asked as he turned back to you.
You rubbed the back of your neck when you saw that he actually looked... angry?
"Well, I don't really have anyone to help me with these stuff, so..." - you admitted, trailing off.
'Let's just change that, shall we?' - Marc asked.
"Alright, I'll be right back." - he said and without waiting for your reaction he left.
You stood there stunned for a few seconds, then you started emptying the grocery bags, putting everything in place, except the ingredients for the dinner you were about to start which was spaghetti bolognese. Just when you started cutting up the onions, Jake returned, closing the door behind him. When you watched him walk to your livingroom and crouch down on the floor examining the assembly manual, you noticed he changed, switching his black jeans and dark blue button up shirt to a pair of comfy dark grey sweatpants and a balck sleeveless shirt. You felt your cheeks heat up when you saw the muscles of his arms flex as he picked up a board. You decided it was better if you watched what you were actually doing while you were holding a sharp knife, and you put on some music on your phone and connected it to your bluethooth speakers.
"Does the music bother you?" - you called from the kitchen.
"No."
Okay, it was definitely better listening to music than to feel the pressure of the uncomfortable silence that always hung between you and Jake whenever you two met, even if it was for a few seconds out in the corridor.
But he was being incredibly sweet to help you with the shelf, and it melted your heart that he actually took time out of his day to put it together for you.
Sometimes he called out to you to help him hold together two pieces while he screwed them together, telling you multiple times to just hold them and not lift them, which made you giggle and you bit your lip when he rolled his eyes with a ghost of a smirk. There were times when he came to the kitchen to refill his glass of water, and everytime he took a few seconds to admire you from behind, watching as you hummed to the song which was playing and swayed a little to the rhythm, making him smile.
'Oh, is that our new little neighbour?' - Steven asked, snapping Jake out of his thoughts.
Jake hummed quietly, making his way to the sink.
'I like her, she seems nice.'
'Oh, we like her too, pal, aren't we Jake?' - Marc teased.
When the glass was full Jake drank all of it aggressively.
"Wow, you're thirsty." - you watched him amused.
'Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart.' - Marc said and snickered as Jake choked on the last gulp.
"Oh, shit, you're okay?" - you asked and started patting his back.
Jake nodded as he leaned with his hands on the counter and coughed a few times.
"So, after the shelf is done..." - he started, clearing his throat. - "Do you want me to help with anything else?"
"Oh, no, it is really a great help that you put that monster of a shelf together for me, thank you so much, Jake!"
"You sure?" - he eyed you skeptically. You were either a person who had trouble admitting that she needs help, or the kind that was too shy to ask for it. Probably the latter.
"Yeah!"
Jake nodded again and he went back to finish the shelf. By the time he was done, the dinner was ready too and you asked him if he would like to stay and eat. When you told him he could take it as a thank you for his help, he agreed.
The beginning of the dinner was a little awkward, but as the time went on, you two fell into a more comfortable conversation. He told you about his job as a cab driver, his hobbies and favourite things, and you talked about yours. By the end of the dinner you felt much more at ease with him, realizing that the dark, tough look hid a kind hearted person.
"When your wardrobe arrives just let me know, and I come help you with it."
"You're a life saver, Jake, really!" - you said, with a sigh of relief.
Jake bit the inside of his cheek. If you only knew he was literally the opposite of that, espcially during the time while he served Khonshu.
"Oh, and please, please tell me when you wanna go shopping, I go with you, okay?" - he said, remembering how heavy your bags were.
"You don't have to do that, reall..."
"I swear to God if I catch you one more time with those bags woman, you're gonna be in trouble." - he said as he gulped down the rest of his water and stood up. - "I should get going, it's getting late and I have to get up early tomorrow."
"Wait, I'll pack some spaghetti for you!" - you said as you jumped to your feet and hurried to the counter and fished out a tupperware box.
"You don't have to..."
"Nonsense! There's plenty and you said it was delicious!" - you turned around narrowing your eyes. - "Unless you lied."
"It was delicious." - he reassured you and a small smile pulled on his lips as you beamed at him. - "Promise you're gonna tell me when you wanna do your weekly grocery shopping?"
"I promise, I promise! Jeez!" - you put the lid on the box and gave it to him.
"Thanks." - he hummed eyeing it, like he couldn't wait to eat from it again, making you laugh.
'So what if she comes knocking when you're not the one fronting?' - Marc reminded him.
"Oh, uh, one more thing. I have uh... two brothers. They hang out at my place a lot. They will help you too if you need anything, don't be shy asking them, okay?" - Jake said as you two walked to the door.
"Wow, okay, but uh, I don't even know them?"
"Don't be silly, as I said they'll help you, I know it's hard to picture, but they're even nicer than me."
You chuckled and let him out your flat.
"What are their names?"
"Marc and Steven."
"Okay. Thank you again, Jake."
"No problem, doll." - he said as he hurried to his door and waved you one last time before he walked in, leaving you alone in the hallway, drooling after him.
"Why does he have to be so fricking handsome?" - you asked as you closed your door and leaned against it with a dreamy sigh.
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Jake. Was. Mad.
Didn't he tell you only two days ago if you wanted to go shopping to give him a heads up so he can help you?
Then why did he see you walking with a bag and a fucking cactus to a bus stop after he rounded a corner with his cab?
"What the hell are you doing, woman?!"
You jumped a little when a man yelled out of a taxi and you squinted your eyes to see better who was in the car. Your eyes widened and you smiled when you saw Jake, but you were confused why he was pissed.
"Hi Jake!"
Your excited wave almost melted his heart.
Almost.
"Where were you?"
"Oh, I want to paint the flat, and I thought I buy a few testers to try the colours and..."
"What did I tell you about going shopping alone?"
You rolled your eyes.
"I wasn't doing grocery!"
"I don't care. Get in."
"The bus is almost here..."
"I don't care. Get in."
"You really don't have to..."
Jake gave you a warning look.
"If you make me repeat myself one more time, mami..."
You snorted and climbed in the car next to him.
"Did you just call me mami?"
"Sí, what are you gonna do about it?" - he asked as he started driving.
You rolled your eyes again, but with a smile this time.
"Home?" - Jake asked.
Okay, if he wanted to be stubborn about driving your ass around, you're gonna give him a hard time too.
"Can you take me to the pharmacy first?"
"Sure."
"Then I want ice cream."
"Does this look like an ice cream truck, doll?"
"Nooo, but you can take me to one."
"Is it for you or the baby?" - he asked in a teasing tone.
"Both. Lemon for the baby and strawberry for mami."
He smirked.
"Do you know if it's gonna be a girl or a boy?"
"Not yet. He or she was in a position that the doctor couldn't see, but maybe next time."
"And which one do you want?"
"I don't know. I just want the baby to be healthy. I pictured myself with both and both made me happy, you know?"
Jake smiled. You were just so pure and full of love. He couldn't wrap his head around how could your ex leave you. You were pretty, you were kind and funny. The whole package. He secretly hoped you're carrying a girl, cause he wanted to see a mini version of you, he bet you were cute as fuck as a kid. Not that you having a boy would be bad. He liked the idea of you having someone next to you who will grow up to be someone who can protect you, since someone was too much of a pussy and left you during a time you needed him the most.
'But we're not gonna leave her, right?' - Steven asked Jake.
'She's not with us, Steven.' - Marc answered for him.
'But she could be. Or at least we can be there for her as friends. Right?'
'She's our friend, yes. She's not alone.'
"Earth to Jake?" - you poked his thigh with your finger while with your other hand you balanced the cactus.
"Huh?" - his eyes snapped to yours.
"I asked if you wanted kids in the future."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, one or two."
You smiled as you leaned back in your seat.
"Boys or girls?"
"I don't know. Maybe boys? I don't know how to deal with girls."
You laughed out loud.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Silence.
"Jake, are you trying to imply that girls are harder to handle? Pff...!"
"Mierda, I don't know, okay?! I don't want to piss off a pregnant lady who is maybe having a girl!"
You laughed harder seeing that he panicked a little.
"Girls are cuter though." - he admitted.
"Oh, I can just picture you with a bunch of daughters, you won't be able to say no to them!"
"What?"
"Come on! You'd never forgive yourself if you say no to them and then see their pouty faces, you're gonna melt on the spot!" - you teased him. - "You're gonna be such a girl dad!" - you chuckled.
Jake just shook his head with a smile.
He wondered sometimes if it could work. The three of them finding someone who could love them all and give them a family. Could you love all of them? You seemed to like him. He knew it was far from love, but it was obvious you liked him. He saw you get flustered when he called you doll. Hmm, maybe he should use that more often.
"We're here, doll." - he said as he stopped at the pharmacy and he looked at you and bit his lip to keep himself from smiling when you looked down at the cactus to avoid his gaze.
'Oh, you have her wrapped around your finger, pal.' - Marc grinned from the mirror.
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henneseyhoe · 7 months
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COUNTRY LOVIN’| Cookin’ Soul
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Sometimes Sorie hated admitting that she was the only one who cooked, but If she didn’t cook, Buck wouldn’t eat. Unless it was something simple like an apple, or cucumbers and vinegar, the man wasn’t gonna eat. He did attempt to learn how to cook, realizing that he came from a generation that believed men shouldn’t be in the kitchen, and he wanted to change that so his daughter never thought she was only limited to catering and baring children like most older southern women thought of themselves. Of course he’s a man, so he didn’t realize it on his own, his own divorce being what led him to open his mind a little more.
Ultimately, he failed at his attempts. Some people just aren’t meant to cook. Sorie had memories from ages as young as thirteen when he would accidentally burn the chicken and they’d just have to eat rice and beans instead. She never complained though, it was still good—alright eats, plus she knew how hard he worked.
Didn’t stop her from calling her mother just to gossip about what had happened though.
Sorie would be up half of the night telling her all about dinner, the woman getting a hoot out of her ex husband not being able to do something as simple as baking chicken. Wasn’t cause she hated him or anything, she just found it funny knowing he still couldn’t cook for shit after all these years.
At the end of the conversation, Shonda would apologize for her daughter not being able to enjoy a complete meal after a long day of farm work she was basically forced to do. She wished she could bring something else over for the young girl to eat, but she was an entire hour away. It was another reason she wished she brought her only child when she left town.
It took Shonda a long time to accept her daughter wanting to stay on the farm with Buck, but she knew how much her daughter loathed the city. She thought their air was too thick and weird smelling, and the people were rude for no reason. She couldn’t take a breath of fresh air without smelling something that made her nose scrunch. Shonda agreed. She guessed she felt that way cause she’s never really been outside the low country.
Shonda honestly didn’t wanna bring her into an environment she didn’t wanna be in either, nor did she really wanna be there herself, but it was either the city or find someone to build her a house on her grandfathers land, and that would cost an arm and a leg these days. She refused to ask for Bucks help to build one either. Once she had finally gotten a deal on a home, she moved, but she felt she cried for forty days and forty nights before anything got better.
Apart from the circumstances that led her to learning how to cook, Sorie grew to actually love cooking and other activities related. She loved trying new recipes and new flavors, anything that would give people a chance to praise her on her hard work. She thought if she worked all that while, somebody better give her a compliment or two. after all, she didn’t have to cook anything for anyone and could have just worried about herself.
She wouldn’t do that though, she loved her dad too much.
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Closing the heated oven, I let out a tired huff, leaning against the kitchen counter. I had been cooking for about an hour now, and I was exhausted. I honestly wanted to just say forget it and let my father take the macaroni out of the oven, but I already knew how that would go.
My hair had been tied up into a puff to help me not get hot too quick, knowing I would have started sweating and felt disgusting by the time it was time to eat if I didn’t do it, and there was nothing I hated more than that feeling. Only downside is that my edges started to curl up, the perfect swoops being ruined. sighing, I walk out of the kitchen, heading into the bathroom to quickly get myself together.
I began refreshing myself, laying a cold towel over my face to finish cooling off my head, then I redid my ponytail.
While in the middle of doing what I felt was needed, I heard three soft knocks on the front door. I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head, another loud huff exiting my mouth.
‘Did people not have manners anymore? Who comes over to someone’s house, uninvited, all at 8pm? How dare they?!’ I thought, my eyebrows scrunching together as I tried to focus on getting my hair under control.
Three more knocks came after that.
“Daddy! Get the door, please?!” I shout, no response following apart from another set of knocks that had my patients, or lack there of, wearing thinner than a 35 year old white man’s hairline.
“Daddy!” I called again and sighed, attempting to toss my hair back into the puff that had failed, my hair sliding right out of the hair wrapper. I was completely irritated.
I grabbed up a brush and started brushing around the edges, hoping that’d be enough to make it stay put. The brushing was aggressive and so were the harsh bristles scratching away at my scalp. my arms were already burning from the constant flicking of my wrist, desperately trying to get that perfect puff I had earlier. It was complete sensory overload.
Tossing the brush somewhere back into my hair bin, I stretched and stretched that hair wrapper, getting it as tight as I could around my thick hair.
Then, POP.
The wrapped broke. falling into the sink as I watched it all happen. The scene replayed in my head, one in slow motion and the other in real time. Apparently my brain wanted to dramatize the already dramatic and stressful situation. letting go of my hair, I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head and stop the pressure rising in my throat.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
Knock, Knock, Knock
“DADDY!!” I yell, stomping out of the bathroom to see if the old man had made it to the door yet, and of course, he hadn’t. I jogged out of the halls bathroom and into the foyer, grunting while unlocking all the locks. “Hello?!” Flinging the door open, my eyebrows immediately knitted together as I looked at the pair of men, both faces looking like different versions of each other. Another embarrassing moment to add to the books, remembering how my hair probably looks right now. “Umm, can I help y’all?” I ask, my hand immediately going up to fluff out my hair into a decent afro instead.
“Well, if dinner is ready, then yes!” Tony beamed happily, but my question was aimed more so for Trevante, as if him being with his father was a surprise. “And you?” I averted my eyes to Trevante, a bit of attitude in my voice. “It’s like that, huh?” The man mumbles, relaying the same attitude while ignoring my question and pushing passed me to walk into the house.
My face conceals the emotion I felt, but I really wanted to push them right back outside as they walked right passed me. “Finally y’all got here!” My father exclaims, coming down the stairs while finishing up with tucking his button up into his pants. Tony laughs and daps the man up with a hug to go with it, Trevante just giving him a handshake.
I shook my head at the scene and closed the door. “It would have been nice to know we were having guests” I say, crossing my arms. It was like I had whispered, neither of the older men turning or stopping their conversation to hear what I had to say. It stung.
I turn on my heels and walk into the kitchen to save me from saying anything I had no business saying because it would have for sure rose the dead with all the profanities waiting behind my lips.
While checking on the food, I hear laughter behind me, making me pop my head up from the oven. “You were just too cute as a baby” Trevante speaks, holding a picture of me when I was three. In the picture was me and my grandmother picking flowers from a field behind her house. We went back there almost every Sunday evening to do that, but with old age and her health on the line, we slowed down. We haven’t picked any flowers since I was a teenager.
I gasp and drop my oven mittens, speeding over to him with intentions to snatch my possession away, but he quickly held it over his head, his hand reaching and touching the ceiling. “Where’d you find that?!” I struggle to grab it from him.
“Where you think? Your room”
My eyes widened. If this was a cartoon, steam would have blown out of my ears right then. “You went in my room? How’d you even sneak in there?” I sneered. He obviously found humor in my agitation and confusion.
“Easy. My pops never pays attention, and yo’ daddy is blind” he smiles childishly and I suck my teeth. I stood on my tippy toes, even jumped a few times to get the picture back, but to no avail. “Give it!” I say, backing up from him and holding my hand out. he shakes his head, dangling the picture above my head.
“Trevante, give. It. Back. No-”
“Or what?” He interrupts, stepping to me. The smile on his face was wiped clean off as he stared down at me, my knees getting weak. I leaned on the kitchens island me, our eye contact never breaking from there.
I didn’t know what I would do, but I knew what I wanted to do. He chuckles at my silence. not even a breath from me being heard, but I was definitely breathing, taking in the sweet, yet spiced scent of him.
“Say please, ma”
Talk about a tease. Only thing that could get him to stop was the new feel of a presence behind him, interrupted by the two other men suddenly walking into the kitchen. I took my chance and jumped high enough to snatch the picture from his hand, then push him away from me, turning back to the stove.
“Woah! Y’all bet not be scrappin in THIS house like y’all two strangers” Tony said, raising an eyebrow at us.
“You only said that cause my baby would win” My dad says, Tony kissing his teeth. “Oh shut up. You just better be lucky I don’t got no daughters!” Tony argued, sitting at the dinner table, the two others following behind him. “Lucky?! They would have inherited yo’ skinny ass arms!”
“Skinny?! And what would you say bout Trevante, huh? The boy built like John Henry!” They all bursted into laughter and I chuckled, beginning to turn off all of the stove eyes to prepare plates.
“We all know he got all that muscle from Chrissy strong ass”
“Aye, man! That’s my momma you talkin’ ‘bout” Tre interjected, Tony shaking his head. “He only saying that cause my ‘strong ass’ wife decked him senior year for calling her fat”
“Man, my ears was ringing after that!”
Interrupting their trash talking by sitting the plates on the table, I set mine down first, then everybody else’s. I’ll be damed if I slaved away in the kitchen for them to get the first plate. I put Trevante’s down last, smiling proudly at my presentation. Macaroni, string beans, brown rice, and baked chicken. I knew exactly what he liked on his plate, and the proportions he needed to fill him, as I did everyone else’s.
“Thank you” He thanked simply, his hand softly grazing my thigh under my skirt, making me suppress a soft moan. Was I that touch deprived? Probably.
I smiled softly, sitting down next to him, a little hope in the back of my mind that he’d do it again.
“Babygirl, this looks amazing” my father compliments, Tony humming in agreement as he takes a bite of his chicken. “Y’all actin’ like it’s a surprise that she threw down in there” Trevante says, doing a quick prayer over his food before digging in.
“Right, y’all got me thinkin I lost my magic touch for a moment” I joked, starting to eat. “Never” Tony shook his head, licking the juices from his chicken off his thumb.
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“Tell that one story, buck! You know what I’m talking about!” Tony shouted, Buck shaking his head and dismissing him with the wave of his hand, knowing the story would never end if they started it. “No, Tony! Leave me alone!” It had been an hour after dinner and both the older men had spent that whole time roasting each other like usual, drunk on whatever Buck pulled out of his old cabinet.
Sorie looked between the two loud men, her head cupped in her hands as she half listened to them go on about whatever for the passed hour. Trevante, on the other hand was even less interested in whatever they were talking about, tired of hearing about their egotistical trips when they were his age.
“Sorie, you don’t know the story of how yo’ daddy got his name?” Tony questioned, leaning into the table intriguingly as if she had said something interesting. Smelling all the alcohol on his breath, she leaned back, not wanting to get a whiff of anymore.
“No? I’m supposed to?” She questioned, again half interested.
“Lemme tell you!” Tony shouts, excitement lacing in his voice. Sorie held in a loud laugh, rolling her lips inwards to stop it from slipping out and interrupting the story. Trevante sighs and takes a sip of his water, already knowing where this conversation was headed since he had heard the story 100 times before.
“Now everybody know Jeremiah got a big ass forehead like he got antlers attached to the muhfucka, but that ain’t why we call him that, so I digress! but listen,”
Tony started, laughter immediately being heard around the table.
“Not the government name” Sorie, giggled, Buck playfully hitting Tony on his arm as he continues the story without missing a beat. “Growin up, we was hardheaded. We wasn’t soft like some of this new generation, and Buck was the worst out of all of us!”
“I wasn’t that bad, don’t make it seem like that” Buck interrupts with his argument, which Tony disagreed with.
“You were horrible! You busted that boys head wide open for a damn bill you thought he stole, just for you to find out the fifty was in yo’ damn pocket the whole time!”
As Sorie listened to the story, she feels Trevante tap her leg, then pull on her skirt, attempting to get her attention. She looks over at him and he makes a gestured nod with his head for her to follow his lead, so she did. Getting up without another word for the current conversation, the two walk outside, neither of the other other men bothering to ask where they were planning to go since they were too busy debating on whether their actions back then were justified or not.
“Yo’ daddy sure can talk a head off” Trevante speaks, sitting on the porch steps. Sorie closes the screen door behind them to avoid letting in any unwanted bugs, then sat next to him, straightening her skirt over her knees. “Tuh, I know you not talkin’. Yo’ daddy just spent fifteen minutes talking about Cadillacs and the 80s for no reason” Shaking his head, Trevante starts to chuckle, and Sorie could just feel that he was gonna say something condescending about himself or something completely out of pocket. “His favorite typa truck, and his favorite decade before I ruined the fun”
Sorie looks at him with no expression, Trevante just he shrugging, taking a pack of cigs and a lighter out of his pocket. “Don’t say that, Tre. It’s not right, and it’s not true”
“Just cause it’s not right, don’t mean it ain’t true” he says bluntly, tucking the cig between his lips and lighting it up. She makes a face of both sadness and disgust. Disgust for the pack of cigs, and sadness for his attitude towards his relationship with his father. Sorie always tried to stay off the topic of Trevante’s iffy relationship between him and his father, but lately it seems to find it’s way into their conversations, plaguing whatever good vibe they had going. He always maneuvered around telling her too much about it, and she tried not to pry it out of him out of respect for his comfortability and boundaries. It’d been that way since their teenage years.
When they were up, they were up. Most likely because of some huge accomplishment Trevante had came across, but when they were down, they were separated so they wouldn’t kill each other. Right now, they seemed to be alright. Aware of their situation, but uncaring of it considering they were use to the behavior of each other. She felt bad for him, meanwhile he felt bad for her and the dynamic she had with her own father.
“Okay…” She whispers and gives up on the topic, looking down at her sandals. He takes a pull from his cigarette, then blows the smoke up into the air. Sorie’s nose scrunched at the smell of the smoke.“Yuck” She shivered childishly and covered her nose.
She hated the smell of cigarettes. It reminded her of before her grandmother stopped smoking for her health, the same cigarettes being the reason for her lung problems now. Her grandmother always shooed her off while she smoked, but Sorie’s argument was she could still smell it through the door of her room.
Trevante looks over at her with slight displeasure, rolling his eyes. “Oh please, Sorie” he says, Sorie shaking her head as he uncaringly took another puff. The more her nose burned from the smell, the more she got fed up with his disrespectful habit. Disrespectful to both himself, and her nose. “Jesus gave you a shiny new body twenty five years ago, and you’re killing it right now” She argues, grabbing the cigar from out of his mouth and throwing it to the side, staring at him. The man looked back at her with an equal amount of disrespect, his eyebrows furrowing.
“Little girl, you must be outta yo rabbit ass mind” He squints and she looks away, still feeling his dark eyes on her. Shivers crawled up her back like a cluster of spiders as the breeze of warm wind picked up around them, though that wasn’t what caused her shivers. It was really his choice of words to call her a “little girl”. She might’ve hated that more than the nasty look he gave her.
She stares off into the swaying field of sweet grass, unmoved by his irritation. “I’m not a little girl, and I hate when you smoke” she says with no attitude, yet it still had a very large presence in her words.
“And I hate when you tell me not to smoke. now yo’ rude ass owe me another cigarette” he shot back instantly, her head swiftly turning back to him so she could give him a mean mug. She was more than willing to go get a switch off of a tree and whip him like her grandmother did, if he pushed her to it.
“It’s bad for you, Tre! Seriously!” he shakes his head at her, hesitating to close the carton of cigarettes.
Her face softens with a pout, making him kiss his teeth, tucking his pack of smokes back into his pocket.
“Fine, damn” He huffs quietly and she smiles, now satisfied.
‘If only he’d listen like this all the time’ She thought.
The silence of her victory stood for only a few seconds before he started to snicker, switching his sitting position and leaning his back against the porches railing. She raises a brow at him, confused. “What?”
“Nothing, it’s just…You care about me” He smiles, becoming his playful self once again. She blows off at his assumption and laughs, waving him off with her hand.
“Whatever, boy. I just don’t wanna see you croak from lung cancer at 40. Dark, but very, very true, and don’t think I forgot about you having asthma”
He lets out a hearty laugh, clapping his hands together. He wasn’t surprised at all that she remembered that detail about him. Trevante recalled how Sorie use to press him like she was his mother back in middle school for not packing his inhaler for gym class, but since growing up it had calmed down immensely.
“Just say you care about me! No shame in that. I wanna hear you say it, actually”
Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but agree. Mostly because she knew he’d never let it go until she gave in and confirmed what he always knew. “Okay, damn! I care about you and your lungs, who cares?” She fussed, softly pushing him, which his strong stature barely moved from.
“I do! It’s adorable”
He compliments, but all Sorie did was cringe. She let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “Adorable?” She repeats and he nods. “Yeah..like, cute.” joking as if she didn’t understand the meaning of “Adorable”, he nudges her arm before noticing her quick mood change. studying her facial expressions for a moment and it’s obvious resentment of the word, he hums. “Oh, You don’t like that word…”
She shakes her head. “No, not really”
“Why not?”
Shrugging, she sighs. “I dunno. Makes me feel like a child, I guess”
He hums once again, nodding. “Mm, right. You a grown woman” he teases and she smiles, nodding. “A grown ass woman” she reiterates, snapping her fingers with playful sass.
“I see that. A fine one too..” He says, causing her to pause, all the sass she just had leaving her like it saw a storm coming. The new look on her face amused him. He loved how timid she became around him when he said certain things to her. One minute she was cool, and they were just two friends talking, the next they both thought about something a little deeper.
She’d had been called fine many times before, but when he said it, she felt different. like there was more to it than a simple compliment from a friend. Those same butterflies that loved fluttering around in her tummy made a grand appearance for what felt like the millionth time today, getting her all warm inside.
“Stop it, Tre” She looks away, her ears getting hot. He keeps going though, scooting closer to her and bursting her personal space bubble. The longer she waited to speak again, the closer he got until his lips were nearly grazing her ear. “You blushin’ for me, Sorie?” He queries, his voice smooth like velvet, vibrating her body. She felt like electricity ran through her with how he enunciated her name.
Letting out a sharp gasp, her thighs closed in on themselves, the girl jumping up out of her spot and brushing her skirt off. Clearing her throat suddenly, she looks down at the man who had such a cocky grin on his face. It heated her knowing that he knew just what to do with and to her, and yet barely did anything.
Thinking of something else to say, she crosses her arms over her chest. “Anyway! It’s getting late. Take your drunken father and get off my property, please and thank you” Sorie states firmly, but Trevante could see right through the act.
He laughs, standing up as she walks back into the house to avoid any more conversation of the night, afraid it’d end in something a little more eventful than him just whispering in her ear.
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mcondance · 7 days
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southern fantasy
— this is indulgently a self-ship. | reader is explicitly and beautifully Black southern (specifically from louisiana). this is literally the definition of “i wrote this for myself, but you can read it too.” | no smut 😱 | hotch got me writing fluff yall do you know how out of character this is for me? | inspired by @murdrdocs’s persisting southern enthusiasm with her characters | story is non-linear mostly, just snapshots if you wanna call it that
1.2k words of fluff and southern fantasy, ft hotch. a love letter to my state, and to hotch.
in the car, hotch’s finger taps in time against the steering wheel, sliding gracefully into the rhythm of the song rumbling out of the stereo. the sun is setting, casting a glow over his face, outlining his prominent nose and cheeks, lighting up the smile on his face.
southern skies are beautiful when you’ve got hotch to see them with.
the south is your home, your territory, your space. hotch, on the other hand, is new. he was fresh, but he’s fit in so well. the difference in birthplaces was stark, at the start, hotch’s eyes gaining a youthful glow every time you showed him a green bayou or took him to a gas station in the middle of nowhere with chicken and meat pies so hot he laughed through the burn.
he still sees everything like it’s new, eyes surveying the small towns you take him through, telling him you have family from here or there, about how your dad knows someone from here and your mom’s childhood friend lives here now. but he’s experienced, has a thing for the nights when it’s quiet out, when even in your bed he can hear the crickets chirping just outside the window.
he likes the drives, the rolling roads and graveled streets and towns that pop up here and there. the breaks in trees that reveal a church, the yellow, faded Dollar General signs and the pastures with cows and horses grazing away.
the towns are his favorite, though. small and cozy, one store for everyone, a mom & pop shop, a church.
lousiana summers are hot, bright and burning and, with the proper precautions, he can enjoy you in the sunshine. under the shade of pecan trees, a distance away from the playground, you sit across him on a checkered blanket, and it looks the image of a picnic date, your dress loose and flowing.
the nights are his favorite, too. you’d both picked a house on the edge of town, half an hour away from the nearest big store, where it’s more practical to hit a market or a gas station than drive to Walmart.
so at night, when it gets dark, it gets dark. he’s never seen the stars so clear until he met you. you and your southern wit entranced him and are still entrancing him now. he likes the subtle differences, the different ways you go about things.
and if he’s being honest, your drawl makes his head spin. he hangs on your words, on the elongated syllables and sour twang and how your accent grows deeper when you’re angry about something, or when you’re so excited your words twist and curl around themselves.
he can’t help but poke fun at you for it sometimes, when you’re speaking normally and a word comes out a little more flavored than the others.
he repeats it to you in his own voice, laughing as you scold him, saying he knew you were country when he met you.
“i did,” he concedes, and it’s like a gut-punch every time he speaks with such fondness about anything related to the relationship you two have shared.
you showed him a different kind of southern, one that isn’t horses and cowboy boots, but parties with familiar songs and a city where everyone knows everyone, nights with fireflies, and foxes you just barely catch glimpses of, rap groups proclaiming their pride in their southern heritage and experiences you only know if you’ve been here.
he’s learned some party songs, and you’ve taught him the dances. he’s so comfortable with them now that he can do them with his arms draped over your shoulders, leaning into the groove as the family you welcomed him into enjoys themselves around him.
he’s a dream at the backyard parties. he lets the kids bounce him on the trampoline, and hang off his shoulders, and pretends like he doesn't see your little cousins sneaking up on him with water guns that look more like water bazookas.
“you know, if that thing isn’t registered, i could confiscate it,” he jokes, dripping with water and too entertained to even fein professionalism.
your cousins shriek with delight, running off to no doubt refill their guns and attack him again.
he’s got rhythm, for a white guy, still awkward but endearing and he’s got enough to make the line dances fun. he claims his favorite is a toss up between “cupid shuffle” and “candy,” but it’s obvious what he leans toward more. he hears the bassline of “candy” and he’s rising out of his chair with a beer in his hand and turning to pull you up too, dancing you backwards into the mass of your family.
your love for him grows with every party you attend, with every dramatic slap he delivers to the ground.
he watches you run and play with your siblings, grown but morphing into the children in the pictures hanging on the walls of the house, your dress soft and purple and flowing and he falls further in love when he hears you scream “stop, i’m not playin’ with you,” all country and playful and beautiful.
inside, squeezed up beside you on a chair, the darkness of night falling over the party and moving everyone inside, his heart is light. he goes back for more plates than he’s proud of, pretending like he doesn’t hear a cousin or aunt giggling at you as he walks away with the promise of bringing you more lemonade.
he’s grown accustomed to the hour long goodbyes, where he’s still talking to your dad or brother about something or the other with his keys dangling in his hand and you talking to your aunt as she plates and wraps up another bowl of her banana pudding.
and the drives. god, the drives. he traded his big truck in for a lowrider at your request, an old car from the 70s that’ll fall apart before it needs to hit the shop. he’s navigated this road more times than he can count, knows what gas station is where and when to look out for the nasty bends and twists that are so prevalent back here.
there’s a CD labeled with yours and hotch’s name in the player, fashioned with hearts all around and a plus between the two names. the sunset flows in through the window, eclipsing hotch’s face and molding him so perfectly with the sky you swear he belongs there.
high and happy, the gas station stop is silly, you fill the small space up with your laughs and chopped up words and hotch laughs with you, finding humor in the smallest things with you.
there’s soft conversation and snacking and feeding him food, him trying and holding his own on a particularly difficult song. he slows the car down, at times, cruises way under the limit cause he just wants to look at you, wants to indulge in the sight of you while he listens to you speak in that tone he can’t get enough of.
he really can’t get over your accent. he gets wrapped up in the push and pull of it, the lows and the highs and the way you sometimes sound like a southern belle, sweet-talking him into staying in bed another hour or hitting the store nearest your house for a drink.
his ears perk up when he hears the subtle (and sometimes, not so subtle) inflection, the way you say “baby,” how his name sounds different from your mouth. he’s wrapped up in a southern girl, in the life he’s grateful to have been given.
southern nights with hotch, through the window of a car or in a closed-in porch on a house in the middle of nowhere, are a dream. a fantasy.
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I would absolutely love to hear more about the UFF boys! Maybe some general romance headcanons?
Good taste, those are some excellent boys~ (biased af) 😏
Some romance things about Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans) and Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus)…
Carmine is very physically affectionate, and as his partner you’re sure to find that out, quickly.
Unless you tell him otherwise, consider any physical contact fair game. He loves slinging his arm around you, leaning against you, bumping into you (hip-checks, elbow nudges, shoulder shoves, et cetera)… and of course if you happen to turn your back on him or bend over, some of his favorites: pinching, goosing, and the occasional playful smack.
Hey, how’s a man to keep his hands to himself when you’re right there, looking like that? 😩
Except y’know… you don’t really have to be looking spectacular to wow him. For all the attitude he has and the big game he talks, he’s actually pretty easily impressed, by basically anything you do.
Wear an outfit that shows just a sliver more skin than usual? He’ll do an actual double-take and genuinely have to restrain himself from saying something embarrassing like ‘yowza’ out loud. Change up the fragrance you wear? He’ll lean in for a whiff and tell you it smells amazing. New shoes? Oh baby, you’re hot stuff in those, you gotta strut those things around town!
He’s crazy for you and there’s not much you can do that doesn’t drive him wild. You’re a total knockout and he wants to be tuned into your frequency all the time!
Actually, after awhile with you… he pretty much is.
Being close to you, having your soul and your feelings and thoughts so near (and dear), he starts to get very familiar with the flavor of them and it gets easier for him to—occasionally, instinctively—pluck some of those surface thoughts out of your head.
He’ll absently finish sentences for you, go get ‘the thing’ for you without any further elaboration on what it is, and be the absolute hero to say “you wanna get chinese tonight?” when you were only silently pondering how good wontons would be right now.
He can’t really go any deeper than that, he’s not a full-blown psychic or anything, but he’s certainly capable of catching your drift without a lot of effort or words involved and it can be damn nice to have a partner on hand who’s thinking what you’re thinking—or can be in a snap.
As for Tank…
Well, he’s certainly not as audacious as his brother is, considerably more restrained.
…Maybe a bit too restrained, actually.
His life being…what it’s been, up to this point, he’s not especially comfortable being the one to initiate things—conversation, activities, affection (physical or otherwise).
Your hint that he might be wanting some of these things from you is his intense and unbroken gaze. He tends to stare quite a bit, especially when he’s admiring something, and you’re the epicenter of all his forbidden(?) thoughts about wanting, so you’re bound to be his focal point often.
Maybe eventually he’ll get bold enough to just ask, but if you catch his eye-sockets lingering somewhere—your hair, your hand, your knee—an explicit invitation to reach out and touch won’t go awry.
And, if you happen to like any of those invited touches and want to increase your odds of getting more, do speak up!
Positive feedback goes over great with him: the more clear you make it for him that you like something he’s done, the greater the chance of a repeat performance. If you say you like a shirt he’s wearing, you’ll be seeing him wear it a lot more often. If you thank him for doing a random chore, you’ll find him doing it every time it comes up. A kiss for giving you a ride somewhere? Lots more offers of rides and hopeful, expectant looks when you arrive at your destination!
There’s very little he wouldn’t do if he knew it would impress you or make you happy—he loves getting attention and praise and affection from you and he’s downright hooked on it.
Anything at all from you is considered an important treasured possession, and that shows in how he pretty much never gets rid of things you give him. Big things, of course, no partner worth their salt would toss a meaningful gift without good reason, but he keeps it all: the mini dollar-store puzzle he finished in the first five minutes, the tee too threadbare from use to wear out in public anymore, the heart you folded out of a gum wrapper on a whim one day…
Even if it’s been ages he’s guaranteed to still have it, whether you deemed it a worthy enough token for him to have kept or not. It was from you, for him, and therefore it is special and important and won’t be thrown away if he has a say.
Honestly, he’s just a total lovesick puppy over you, and it’s only by the grace of his naturally stony default expression that the entire world doesn’t know it instantly just to look at him.
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LUFFY WANTS TO FLY A KITE AU QnA!!! Thank you for supporting my mini comic, as a ty I compiled a bunch of questions below.!
it’s a long one, so beware!
Q (Anonymous): What inspired you to write this comic? Outside the horrors what are you trying to tell?
A: Inspiration would probably be the frequent hallucinations I have and my longing to go back in the fields... I miss my cows 😭 As for the story i’m trying to tell.. It’s a bit hard to explain without spoiling the story….
Q: (@oddity-txt): For your kite au- what do ace and sabo see when they look at luffy?
A: Clearly something that isn't Luffy, but it looks like Luffy
Q: (Anonymous): Since Vivi is introduced would she play a key role or would she appear for like just a few parts, would she have a blog like Sabo?
A: She's important to the story!! She's child of the pastor in this au-- Sabo and Ace used to be Altar servers for his church so they have history of working with her before... As for a blog.. No not really. Though if you look close enough you'll find that you can contact Vivi just before the events of the story to pry information.. But unfortunately whatever happens to her is set in stone •ᴗ• Q: (@washingmachineonfir ): Can you elaborate in religion topic in the city? About the house, why its like this? How many kids disappear?
A: The religion in ASL's neighborhood is simple, you know it already. Now about the house? You don't wanna know. As for the kids... hm.. Depends on how many kids can fill a school bus Q: (@courtroomac3): Hi
A: Get outta here boy Q: White boy Flavor of the month...
A: idk Q: (@humoofsegsual) Is there a possible ending in which everyone dies?
A: nods nods, when that happens everything disappears . Don't forget to say goodbye before it happens!!!! Q: (@plastirk): What kinds of trigger warnings are we gonna see?
A: everything in this list
Q: (Anonymous): Why does Nika go after Ace and Sabo?
A: Because Luffy wants to be with them . But Nika doesn’t want to let go of Luffy.
Q: (Anonymous): Does Nika hate Ace and Sabo?? all their interactions with them are with malice 😭
A: I wouldn’t say malice I suppose… I’d say maybe frustration?
Q: (Anonymous): Where are other characters in this? Like Garp, Dragon, and etc
A: They’re living their normal lives somewhere else!! Koby and Helmeppo are employees at the store Sabo often goes to. Vivi is a librarian, her father is a priest in the town’s church, she met Ace and Sabo a lot because they were altar servers back then! Law is one of the brothers’ neighbors, he frequently leaves though. (Copy pasted from my discord)
Q: (Anonymous): Is it true that one of the brothers might die ☹️
A: . Yes! Im cheering for their downfall! but you guys aren’t 😞
Q: (Anonymous): Are ASL biologically related here?
A: …No
Q: (Anonymous): What does the kite have to do with this au?
A: It’s something Luffy owns!!!! Don’t worry about it too much ;]
Q: (Anonymous): Is there a symbolism with the ghost costume? It makes me wonder what was it for other than to scare A and S
A: It’s by far the biggest hint in the first part 😵‍💫 I wonder if anyone caught it at first
Q: (Anonymous): Are Luffy’s friends going to appear? (Zoro, Nami, Sanji, and Ussop?)
A: mhm! You’ll see one or two of them sooner or later
Q: (Anonymous): What wouldve happened if we chose the other option in the first two parts?
A: The first poll would’ve decided on who runs the ‘blog’ ^w^!!
the one who wasn’t pick was cursed to run a tumblr blog lmao
Last Question:
Q: (Anonymous): Why are Luffy’s friends here if Nika just wanted him?
A: Luffy treasures his friends.!!
Bonus:
Q: (Anonymous): Will Detective Chopper have the same horror elements as the Kite au?
A: Yeah, but I suppose it’s more drama oriented
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Hello, I'm pretty new to the Superboy fandom. Can I ask you this question:
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This part on his Wikipedia page caught my attention.
Do you know the instances (issues, panels, lines, etc) where Kon-el expresses that he doesn't want to be considered Superman's sidekick or similar sentiments?
I would really like to understand more about his feelings regarding his role in relation to Superman and his feelings toward the big man himself.
Thank you, and I apologize if any part of my ask sounds rude to you.
hoookay this is probably gonna be a bit of a doozy but i'll try and keep it concise!!!
first of all, rec-wise, you're probably gonna wanna read the entirety of "reign of the supermen" and "the return of superman". which is a lot, i know, but there's so much going on there that it's honestly hard for me to pick and choose any single issue out of it that would make sense as a standalone.
so at first, before clark himself comes back on the scene, we get things like the classic "don't ever call me 'superboy!'" panel as well as things like this:
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where it's clear that kon sees himself as superman, the "real" superman. he does also acknowledge that he's young and he needs to learn to be and do better, as when john henry irons tells him he needs to accept responsibility for his showboating causing frank the helicopter pilot's death, so it's not like he's a full-on arrogant jackass about being the best already, but at this point "superman" is his entire identity. he's not shy about the fact that he's a clone, either; he tells lois, and later, everyone in metropolis via tv, that he is a kryptonian clone and obviously not the og superman himself, but he's still insistent that he is superman.
a fun side note here: this is actually before the retcon that kon was a human with a metagene, so he is actually a full clone of superman!
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in fact that's part of why lois knows something is up with cyborg superman in the wake of the destruction of coast city. it's not entirely relevant to the question of their relationship except that it IS my favorite interpretation and also i think it adds a particular flavor to kon's relationship to superman as the gold standard he was made to achieve, the model he was made to emulate.
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"Superman... the first Superman... didn't let Doomsday trash his town... and I won't let these creeps rip it down!"
superman is his role model in every way. he respects him a lot even in death and wants to be as much like him as he can. at this point kon's definitely a hotheaded and easily-distracted kid, but he's also all of three weeks old, so...
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"Ripping free of this trap would be child's play for Superman... but I'm his clone, aren't I?"
so we can see from early on kon definitely ties his sense of self and his sense of self-worth to "how am i measuring up to superman?" that's a recurring theme we'll see with him over and over.
by the end of the fight with hank henshaw, kon has fully accepted that superman's back and is The OG:
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"Check that, Blondie. I'm not Superman. That guy's Superman! The one and only!"
after this we get the "actually a human clone with a ttk metagene" retcon and kon's departure for hawaii:
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he leaves for two primary reasons: a) to make a name for himself because he wants to be worthy of the superboy/superman mantle and the s-shield, and b) because editorial wanted superboy to be its own separate title. he thinks the world of superman and wants to make him proud, essentially, while also maintaining his independence.
(clark is also around and interacting him during that retcon arc but i'm a little tired and don't wanna go hunt down any more panels right now, so ... that's for another day.)
and then of course there's superboy (1994) #59, where kon actually gets the name kon-el, something incredibly meaningful to both him and clark:
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in summary: kon really, really looks up to clark. he wants to be worthy of his trust and often berates himself when he feels like he's not being enough like superman. his strong drive for independence is part of that: he wants to be totally independent and capable on his own, just like superman.
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Just a thinking of Eddie finding bimbo!readers pink dildo in her underwear drawer when her and her family are out of town or something, and then him making her fuck herself on it in front of him when they get back…
Oh gosh
She’s away just for the weekend and he’s “house sitting” which basically means he’s moping around her room and waiting for her to get back.
Atleast Pom Pom is there to keep him company.
But he gets bored, deciding to rifle through her underwear drawer and maybe find some good jerkoff material.
Instead of that he finds a (sizeable) pink dildo. He’d have to ask her about that later.
So the second she walks in the door he’s pulling her into her room so he can interrogate her. (After greeting her parents and helping them with their suitcases of course)
Once he has her cornered in her room, he brings out the object in question. “What’s this?”
“Oh- I haven’t- I haven’t used it since we’ve been together. I promise.” She shook her head, looking away from him awkwardly.
“Hey no. It’s ok. I don’t mind, I’m not intimidated by this little pink appendage. Although it’s not that little, is it?”
“I like it big,” she stated, giving him a knowing look.
He was far above average, something she always complimented him on to no end. “Oh I know.” He smirked, crawling over her and pinning her to the bed with his body.
“I always thought about you. Like before we were together,” she admitted, biting her lip and blinking up at him expectantly.
Being apart for a whole weekend was a long time for them, especially when it meant they weren’t having sex every night. Needless to say they both had a little pent up frustration.
“Show me. Fuck yourself on it,” he demanded, dragging the toy down her body and poking at her cunt with it.
“I want you.” She pouted, shaking her head and giving him pleading eyes.
“I’ll be right here. I just wanna see. Please baby,” he whispered, peppering her neck with kisses and making her head spin.
“O-ok.”
He moved off of her, sitting beside her instead and handing her the toy. Hands gripping the base of it, she shoved the entirety of it down her throat.
“Fuck. You’re perfect,” he whined, slipping his own hand into his pants to palm his errection.
She stared longingly as he removed himself from the confines of his boxers. He noticed her reaction instantly “s’ok baby. You can have it soon. Just make yourself cum first.”
She was ripping her clothes off at that point, anxious to have something, anything inside her. “That’s it, baby,” he praised as she eased herself onto the toy. “Ride it like you ride me.”
And she did. She rode the bright pink toy like a champ, the considerable inches gliding in and out of her as she bounced on its length.
“So good. Keep going. I can tell your close,” he coos, reaching over to swirl his fingers around her clit.
As soon as he could see her eyes roll back in pleasure he was grabbing the toy out of her hands and yanking it out of her, stuffing her with himself instead.
“This better?“ he whispers, wrapping his arms around her and holding her against him as she cums on his cock.
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