#Wordless Cupcakes

[princessbrunette]

bodyguard!jj pulling his gun out on someone who’s all up in your face 😳😳 It would be so hot Id probably have to change my panties

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trying to be ‘respectful’ on the job could be a pain in jj’s ass — and he’s not just talking about trying to be professional around you. you were sociable, too sociable, so more times than not the weekend would come and you, millionaire kook-nepo baby turned social media whatever would come dragging your bodyguard anywhere and everywhere that you could.

but like jj always told you, you could take the man out of the cut but you couldn’t take the cut out of the man. it was often his actions would come across brutish, irrational, aggressive— but he did what he could to protect you. maybe he cared about protecting you a little too much, for selfish reasons instead of professional.

he stands a few feet back, giving you your privacy at this networking party you’d dragged him too. don’t get him wrong, he loves a party— when he gets to smoke weed and drink beer. coming to a party strictly to stand there and stare at one girl all night wasn’t exactly his mojo.

his bodyguard senses that he’d gained from working for you started to tingle as he snapped out of his thoughts, eyeing your body language. you were stiff, and whilst your back was to him he somehow knew the exact face you were making. this guy, the asshole you were speaking to was all up in your face, too touchy, a totally weird and off putting vibe. jj didn’t wanna come across as overbearing, but then again — he was doing his job.

he arrives at your side within a millisecond, staring down the guy in your face. “step back a little for me, bro.” he tries to be civil about it all whilst standing his ground, his small unblinking smile a thinly veiled threat. the guy scoffs, clearly off too many of the free champagne flutes being liberally handed out.

“babe, why is the help talking to me?” he sneers, amused and jj’s eyes flutter, taking a deep breath to not cuss him out.

“thats my bodyguard.” you frown, meekly — but you defend jj anyway. that calms him just a tad.

“thats your bodyguard?” he smirks, finally letting go of your arm to stare at jj. “what are you gonna do if i don’t step back, huh?”

the blonde bodyguard is done with the games, whipping his pistol out from its holster and holding it directly to his forehead, collecting a sea of gasps and shrieks from decorum-obsessed party goers. “i’ll light this god damn room up, that’s what i’ll do dude. you gonna step back? or am i gonna have to blow your brains out infront of a pretty girl.”

“jj!” you clutch your glittery necklace, stepping behind him nonetheless. the rich asshole has no idea what hit him, backing away and scurrying off with piss in his overpriced boxers. jj licks his lips casually as he looks around at the scene he caused, tucking the gun back into its holster as he turns to look down at you.

“we done here? think it’s time to peel, unless of course you’d rather be escorted out by the actual security guards. they look pretty mad, so…”

you nod, wordless as you process what just happened, letting him guide you away from the party by the small of your back. maybe it was the champagne talking, but seeing jj protect you like that seemed to go straight to your panties, your thunderous heart beat having nothing on the pulse through your clit. you bite your bottom lip, turning to look up at him as he walks you out the building.

“don’t give me that look. was doin’ my job, cupcake. the dude was pushin’ his luck.”

“i can’t believe you did that.” you let out in a breath, and it’s only then once you get outside into the cool evening air he slows his pace, turning to look at you. his face falls a little, wondering if you were really mad. he says nothing, awaiting his scolding. “i… can’t believe you did that.” you repeat, this time falling into a fit of giggles, covering your mouth.

his brow raises, sizing you up.

“uh, how much of that champagne did you drink?”

“you were really gonna shoot that guy just for standing too close to me?” you’re elated, approaching him with a doe eyed grin looking nothing short of a disney princess. he shrugs, not understanding the hype.

“i mean the guy was practically begging for it.”

“thats so hot.”

“what now?”

“cool, that was so cool.” you correct quickly, stepping back. “thank you.” you smile and he blinks at you at few times, knowing exactly what he heard.

“yeah, don’t sweat it… just doin’ my job, sugar.” he starts to walk you to the car — this time with a smirk on his face that you daren’t question.

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#anon #jj maybank prompt #bodyguard!jj

[harfanfare]

Idia drabble, fluff, female reader! ♡

You know you’re in for a losing game when you have to ask AI chat to help you with date ideas.

Idia outrightly rejected places that statistically—he pulled up an unnecessary chart, to prove you—had many people visiting at every time of the year. Maybe for some exceptions for ungodly hours, but, while he really loves you, he would rather relax with you in a bed with a silly game on than wake up at 3 am to, whatever, go to the planetarium and stare at the cosmos.

And, we might do it in VR, either way, he argues with your every suggestion.

“Well,” you persist, glancing from the screen at Idia whose attention is divided between you with your half-hearted pleadings, and his game character who clears another villain camp with slashes of a grand sword and sharp arrows. “Can’t we get something to eat, then?”

“Instant soups are irreplaceable.”

“That’s why we should eat something else to confirm their superiority over other goods once again,” you lick your lips to hide a subtle smile as Idia grins at your debating point. It’s an unreasonable argument, yet you have known your boyfriend for long enough to know that these ones are the most convincing when you are out of ideas. “Like, churros maybe? Or those fine-looking cupcakes.”

“They have too much crème and are too heavy in taste. Have you ever tried one? They are like dry cake and sugar but with a fancy texture. Sooo unhealthy, mm.”

He says it as the bag that was filled with candy this morning, falls soundly from the desk. Idia was never one to say no to sweets, but only to the ones that suit his specific tastes: then, even the most logical reasons to eat healthier don’t come in handy. If it wasn’t for Ortho, and now you, he would’ve probably died from the excess of sugar from that sweet and sour gummy candy he loves.

You collect the bag before the little cleaning robot can ever reach it, and on the way to the trashcan, you bonk an empty plastic bottle on your boyfriend’s head. He should instil in himself some want of keeping his room tidy.

“So, the cafes are no-go?”

“Yeah.”

You take a seat again next to Idia and scroll down through the list of generated date ideas.

“Even the cat cafes?”

Idia opens his mouth to protest but finds that he can’t bring himself to do so. The silence is long enough that you stop reading the AI suggestions and lift your gaze up to Idia.

That’s the pause you’ve been waiting for.

“Then, it’s decided!” You clasp your hands together, and beam at Idia as he sighs at you. “I should have known that the virtual cats could never replace the real ones.”

Your boyfriend remains silent. The awkward expression he makes as two different parts of himself battle each other is entrancing; should he go mingle with other people to go to the cafe, or he will be better off remaining adamant about his vow of not going out anywhere? The fact he doesn’t roast you over this suggestion, makes it look like the former stance was a bit more appealing.

“Then I shall put them on your ultimate weakness list,” you say cheerily, getting giddy over Idia being wordless. It’s such a rare sight since he’s got used to the little acts of intimacy. Though you loved his stutters and furious blushes, the banter and suave smiles are welcome as well, of course. You can’t help but move closer to him and give him a peck on his lips. The single strands of his hair light up to pink, and you smile. “I am gathering an intel on you.”

Idia blinks and lays back in his chair, his game paused for a second. You know that gesture too well; in idianese it’s a sign that he changed his mindset to “it is what it is”, and decided that the worst case scenario might still be worth going to the cat cafe. In a fit of new resolution, his playful wryness returns in a heartbeat.

“Heh, yeah? It’s very wise of you to do so. How much data have you gathered already?”

You open a notebook app on your phone.

“Well, as I started putting it up just five seconds ago, there are… people… and me… And now cats,” you list out loud as you quickly type things into your phone. The basic font and too big characters make the list look like some kind of meme, which, in a way, it is. “And me, again.”

Idia snorts. “Basic info. Weak.”

“I could prepare your character profile. I know more of your strengths than weaknesses,” You say, and make a mental note to do a powerpoint presentation on Idia, this time with fewer memes and more candid photos of him. “But it's still enough to have you go on a date with me!”

He sighs again. Idia likes to make show off how much trouble he has to go through for you, but you don’t miss how his eyes light up, even if he rolls his eyes.

“I guess we can go for one short date there,” he tells you slowly, and before you believe once again that you have the magic privilege of a girlfriend, he throws a comment that quenches the flames of your self-satisfaction. “You are the one ordering, though.”

…No. Your fellow introvert won’t be dumping the trial of courage solely on you.

“Let’s take turns.”

“Offer rejected.”

“Let’s bring Ortho.”

“Offer accepted,” he lifts his hand as if he demands a pause in a game. “…But don’t you mind bringing my brother on a date?”

“It will be a “hangout” then. At least, until Ortho decides that we are too cringe and dumps us in the middle, then it’ll turn its status to a date.”

“Will he?” Idia ponders, but then his eyes land on you, and he smiles knowingly. “Oh yeah, he will. He might have implemented himself a module to go away if our cringe stat will rise over sixty per cent.”

“That’s a generous amount of cringe we can spread.”

“With you, I think it should be doubled.”

“Thanks, I love you too.”

“You’re welcome.”

#i believe you have to give idia a 10/10 suggestion at the moment for him to ever go on a date outside #like you have offered to go to the cat cafe already but he watched some old shoujo and now the idea with the cosplay cafe or an convent is #cats are a safe choice #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #idia shroud #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst

[rorywritesjunk]

"Oh, he's coming around."

"He didn't hit his head when he went down, I think he's okay."

"He seemed pretty shocked."

Buggy's eyes fluttered open and he was met with what he thought were three angels for a moment. Was he dead? They were surrounding him as he lay sprawled out on the kitchen floor, having dropped from the shock of the news they gave him.

Three pregnancies. At once.

"Honey, you okay?" Sunny asked gently as she touched his cheek gently. "You dropped like a sack of potatoes."

"Sounded like it, too." Cupcake muttered under her breath as the three of them helped him to sit up right. She moved behind him, putting her hand on his shoulders. "You good, babe?"

"Maybe we should have told him at bed time." Birdie said, putting her hand on the back of his neck, rubbing gently. "Do you need anything? Water, maybe?"

"I'm... Thinking." Buggy managed to say as he wanted to lean into all three of them but found it difficult, so he slumped back against Cupcake. "All three of you? Really?"

"Yep." All three replied. Buggy groaned softly, hands going to his face as he tried to understand.

"How?"

"Buggy, really?" Sunny chuckled. "As Birdie said, your birthday was two months ago. You spent your birthday weekend with us."

"And we didn't use anything to prevent this either." Cupcake pointed out as she rubbed his shoulders gently.

"Are you happy about this, Buggy?" Birdie asked him.

"I... Am... But also... Thinking." His sentences were short, lots of pauses as his mouth caught up with his mind that was racing. Three wives. Three pregnancies. Three newborns. "What if they all look like me?"

The three shared a look, nodding in a wordless conversation before Cupcake wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back, kissing his cheek. "Then everyone will know they are your little monsters. Think about it, babe, they would look so cute with my pink hair and your nose."

"Oh, our babies will be the cutest." Sunny insisted as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Plus, we'll take care of each other just like you take care of us, so don't worry, Buggy." Birdie assured him, kissing his other cheek.

He had to worry. Three wives, pregnant, carrying his babies. There... There was so much to do.

"Aw fuck, I'm gonna be a dad."

#buggy the clown #mini fic #buggy and the wives #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown

[princessasmosprincess]

Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 28

Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst, a bit of fluff.

Warnings: The barest, mildest innuendo from Asmo, very canon-typical. Are you not used to this by now?

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Author's Note: It's really difficult to describe clothing without being too specific! I really tried to write this outfit to be completely gender neutral, I imagined like a kimono or a hanbok, something that usually takes at least one other person to help you dress. It could also be something similar to what Simeon or any of the angels wear or a ball gown with a really intricate belt, anything you'd wish.

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You tried to rest after the scavenger hunt. Emphasis on tried.

Your team came in second place, after Simeon had completed the rest of the scavenger hunt on his own (by some stroke of luck he’d been able to work your D.D.D.’s camera,) with Solomon, Satan, and Mammon’s team coming in first. Once the rankings were announced, Asmo had sighed, rolled his eyes, and stalked off to fetch the ring light he’d packed specifically to do a Devilgram photoshoot in the castle’s garden. Simeon went to comfort Luke, who was also disappointed his team hadn’t won.

That left you to return to the tower for a nap, but you just couldn't settle down. Tonight was your chance to secure your pact with Asmo. You had to get that picture of Lucifer. If you failed, you were sure Asmo would never make a pact with you. You didn't exactly blame him, with the way you had brought it up in the first place.

About an hour into your tossing and turning, your D.D.D. vibrated next to your pillow. It was a text from Barbatos, informing you that your grocery order for lunch tomorrow from the Devildom’s Human World market had arrived, and asking you if you wanted to come down to the kitchen to inspect its quality.

Deciding there was no point in trying to sleep if your body refused, you got up and fixed your hair before making your way down to the kitchen.

The whole kitchen was bustling with an army of Little Ds preparing great big trays of hors d’oeuvres and desserts, while Simeon and Luke worked together in the corner to cook this evening’s dinner.

“Hello, MC,” Barbatos greeted you from the center island as he flawlessly iced a cupcake with blood red frosting in a swirling rosette pattern. “Your groceries are over there,” He inclined his head to a small, round, dining table off to the side.

Solomon was already there at the table, looking over his part of the order. He gave you a wordless nod in greeting and went back to his assessment. He picked up a tomato and squeezed it lightly in his hand; you could see the wheels turning in his head, the look in his eye could only be described as maniacal. Deciding you were too tired to piece that mystery together, you focused your attention on your own groceries.

Everything was of high quality and perfect for your plans for lunch tomorrow. You wondered how much Diavolo had paid for these, knowing they’d been imported straight from the Human World to the market downtown. Or at least, that’s what he’d told you when you’d placed your order yesterday.

“Is everything to your liking?” Barbatos asked, selecting another cupcake and icing it without looking.

“It’s perfect,” You said.

“Very well,” He smiled, “Number 4,” He waved his hand at the little demon who began putting your groceries away in their proper locations. As you turned to leave, Barbatos stopped you. “MC.”

“Yes?” You turned back around.

The butler gazed into your eyes for a brief moment. “It’s just as I thought, you look unwell.”

It appeared Asmo’s eye cream had worn off, leaving you looking the way you truly felt: exhausted. You hadn't thought you looked that bad in the bathroom mirror before you came downstairs. “I’m fine,” you said, “Just a little tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Please forgive me for not noticing earlier, I was preoccupied with the Young Master.” He set down the cupcake and piping bag and went to rummage through a cabinet above Luke’s head. He produced a small teapot and a tin of loose leaf tea, and set a kettle to boil on the stove. “Please sit, this will only take a moment.”

One of the Little Ds, Number 1, you guessed from the prideful blue aura surrounding them, pulled a stool up to the island for you. You obeyed and sat, leaning on your elbows over the marble countertop as Barbatos set an empty teacup and saucer in front of you, explaining the restorative contents of the tea he was brewing for you.

While the two of you waited for the tea to steep, Barbatos returned to the cupcakes.

“I must confess, there is another matter I wish to discuss,” He said as he selected three cupcakes this time, holding them all in one hand and icing them expertly.

You looked up at him, expectant.

“What were you planning to wear to the dance tonight?”

The dance. You’d tried not to think about it. Just as you’d feared, none of the clothing you’d brought were formal enough for what Diavolo and Barbatos had planned. You only had one option.

“I was going to wear my RAD uniform.” You said, less than enthusiastic.

“Hmm,” He nodded, “Most students will be in their demon forms this evening, but as this is a RAD event and our uniforms are considered to be formal attire, that would be acceptable. It can be cleaned in time for dinner tonight. However…”

“What is it?”

Having finished icing all the cupcakes, he began to sprinkle them with gold pearls and sparkling black sugar, “The Young Master wishes for you to enjoy yourself tonight, will wearing your school clothes truly make you feel comfortable?”

Your cheeks burned as you shrugged, “It’s all I brought with me.”

Barbatos looked up from his work. “When the Little Ds and I discovered the lack of formal attire in your luggage, I took the liberty of sending Number 1 and Number 5 to your room in the House of Lamentation to see if you had anything else suitable in your wardrobe. I do hope you don’t think it too forward of me.”

“Oh,” you were a little surprised, “No, I don’t think that at all.”

“Good,” he said. “It seems they found a lovely formal outfit in your things and they brought it back here to the castle. I can have it pressed for you, if you’d like.”

You knew exactly which outfit he was talking about. It would be perfect for the dance. It seemed Lisette’s foresight had been correct, you would have a use for it, and so soon after she’d lent it to you. “Yes, I’d like that very much. Thank you!”

“It is my pleasure,” said Barbatos.

***

The tea Barbatos had given you worked very well. You felt awake and alert, well-rested. You had a spring in your step as you walked back up the tower staircase to your shared room.

You washed your face and styled your hair and prepared for the dance, excitement filling your heart. Little D No. 7 came by to sleepily deliver the garment bag with your outfit, and you hung it on the modesty screen, admiring the beautiful flow of white fabric that you’d loved so much when you’d first tried it on at Majolish.

Getting into it on your own was a difficult matter. The simple bottom layer, more of a foundational piece, was the easy part. Then, you slipped into the more intricate top layer of the outfit and felt your way to the hook-and-eye closures to the left of your back and hooked them into place. But then there was the matter of all the sashes and cords. At Majolish, two of Lisette’s assistants had needed to help you dress, and it had taken them several minutes of twisting and pleating and tying. You couldn't remember how they had done it.

A knock sounded at the door.

“It’s me,” said Simeon.

“Come in,”

“Dinner is ready so we should get downstairs soon to meet the others.” He said. “I don’t really need to do anything to get ready.”

You came out from behind the modesty screen, the sleeves of your outfit slipping down your shoulders. “Ok, but I think I need some help with this…”

“Oh my,” Simeon said, coming further into the room toward you, “That looks almost like something we would wear in the Celestial Realm but the design is unmistakably Devildom.” He ran his fingers over the delicate embroidery on the sleeves. “Breathtaking.”

“Do you think you can help me finish getting dressed?” You held a wide sash up to your waist and struggled to tie it.

“Of course, MC,” Simeon walked a slow circle around you to get a look at the whole outfit, before taking the ends of the sash and attempting to tie them himself.

“I think this was supposed to be pleated here,” you said, gathering the fabric to the front of your waist.

“Ah, I see…” But he didn't sound totally sure. “And then is this one next?” He reached for the second thickest belt that hung over the modesty panel.

“I think so?” You tried to hold the belt in place the way you remembered it had been before.

Suddenly there was another knock at the door, this one much more enthusiastic.

“Hellooo,” Asmo called through the door. He sounded like he was in a bit of a better mood than earlier. “I hope everyone is as decent as they want to be because Asmo-chan is coming through in three… Two…” He burst through the door a second early with an impish laugh. “Oops, I guess I just couldn’t–”

Asmo stopped in his tracks.

There you stood, half-dressed with airy, pearl white fabric pooling around you. It was a gorgeous ensemble of traditional Devildom formalwear.

An ensemble of Asmodeus’s own design. He was speechless.

“Asmo, I’m so glad you’re here,” said Simeon from over your shoulder, “We’ve been struggling with MC’s outfit. I’m not exactly sure of the right way to fasten all of these sashes. Would you happen to know how to do this?” Several more pieces of the outfit still hung over the modesty panel, waiting to be used.

Asmo blinked a few times, still staring at you, “Hmm?”

“If you could just come over and help us with this,”

“Oh,” said Asmo. “You know, most people ask me to undress them, rather than dress them. But I can give it a try.”

“I’d be grateful for your help.” You said.

Asmo tossed his ring light and D.D.D. on his bed. He took Simeon’s place behind you. First he unhooked and then refastened some misplaced hook-and-eye closures on the back of the garment. That allowed the sleeves to fit over your shoulders correctly. He then twisted a sash around your waist so it laid in neat folds the way it was supposed to and he secured the ends behind your back. He continued for a few minutes with the rest of the sashes and cords until everything was in place.

“That should be correct,” Asmo breathed. Everything fit you like a glove. It was Lisette’s doing, no doubt.

Simeon pushed aside the modesty screen to reveal a full length mirror hanging on the wall so you could see the finished result.

Your eyes lit up as you gazed at your reflection. Your smile was so wide and happy, you were pleased with how you looked. Maybe even thrilled. Pride swelled within Asmo. You were stunning and it was all because of him. He couldn't stop staring at you, a small smile creeping up on his lips.

“Are you ready to go downstairs to dinner, MC?” Simeon asked. “Let me help you into your shoes.”

Your eyes briefly met Asmo’s in the mirror and he cleared his throat, finally removing his hands from your waist, “If the two of you will just wait for me to get ready, we can all go downstairs together. I promise I’ll make it a quickie.”

Asmo got ready in record time. It was helped by the fact that he preferred to attend events like these, where nobles and other high level demons would be present, nearly bare faced. It was more impressive to show off his flawless, dewy skin and let his true beauty shine. From his lust alone, his cheeks were almost always flushed the most fetching shade of pink and his lips were always red as if he’d just been kissed.

All he needed was a hint of mascara and the tiniest bit of translucent highlight to catch the glow of the chandelier. And of course he couldn't forget to apply clear gloss to his lips to keep them moisturized and ready for whatever the night had in store for him, but that was all.

Once Asmo was finished, the three of you were ready to go down to dinner. Simeon took one of your arms, and Asmo took the other. It just felt…right. Asmo usually preferred to be the center of attention, and he could be later when he was in his demon form surrounded by his fans. But the way you were dressed, maybe it was your turn to shine just a little.

All eyes were on you as the three of you entered the dining room, even Lucifer appeared to be impressed. You held your head high with a confidence Asmo had only seen glimpses of until now. You didn't even look like you cared you were slightly overdressed, something that would be remedied once the demons all shifted forms after dinner, you just smiled and took your place at the table. Behaving almost like you were a born noble, rather than some nobody of a human.

Asmo liked to think that with you wearing his design, it had all been his doing and it sent a thrill through him that he did his best to hide. He wanted to keep this moment to himself, without Lucifer sensing his Pride from across the way.

Diavolo looked very pleased from where he stood at the head of the table, he couldn't help smiling as he called for everyone to sit.

Just as Barbatos began to serve dinner, Asmo cast a small spell over you as a precaution. It was just a little magic, really, nothing anyone at the table should be able to detect. He just couldn't bear it if a clumsy human like you spilled anything on his creation.

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Cross-posted on AO3

#charmed i'm sure #obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #asmo obey me #asmodeus obey me #asmo #asmodeus #asmo x reader #asmo x mc #asmo x gn reader #asmo x gn mc #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc #asmodeus x gn reader #asmodeus x gn mc #simeon obey me #barbatos obey me

[bluiex]

i think that scarian would definitely cook for each other a ton, it's just part of their wordless love language

scar makes a lot of pastries and sweets, and he bakes them especially for grian- decorating cupcakes to have little feathers on them, or specifically making fruit and nut cookies because grian being an avian loves those

grian I think would be more in the cooking side- he especially loves to make soup for scar- scars favorite I think would be something like ramen or another type of noodle soup. love is stored in the soup

🕊️🐈

Scar: Good soup.

BUT YES! Scar making Grian all the sweets Im esp fond of the little cooking au thing we made awhile ago, where they're both some sorta chefs in well known establishments and they just bake for one another, cook for one another.. ITS VERY CUTE

#bluie gets an ask poggers #scarian

[gyuphorias]

omg you could you write “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile” from the soft prompts with wonwoo please? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻💓

me when wonu 🫶🏻

it's not just any birthday, you remind yourself as you quietly approach the guest room you'd allowed wonwoo to turn into a little gaming room for the both of you. it's not just any birthday; it's the first birthday you get to celebrate with him.

you'd been incredibly downtrodden when you'd found out last year that you'd missed his birthday by just a couple of weeks. you'd been talking at that point, been on a couple of dates, sure, but you hadn't made anything exclusive yet. as such, he hadn't clued you in until you'd asked after you had made your relationship official.

"what? why didn't you tell me? we could have done something together!"

"ah, it's not a huge deal. we'll celebrate together next year." cutie, he'd thought to himself.

and now next year has come. you know his friends have something planned, so you're getting a headstart on the celebrations.

carrying a gift bag in one hand and a plate with cupcake, laden with a birthday candle, you approach the door. wonwoo is just beyond, his keyboard clicking excitedly as he plays whatever fps game he'd chosen for the night. you push in and peek around the jamb: no headphones, good.

knocking on the door a little, you push farther into the room and start humming happy birthday once your boyfriend turns around. it's dark in the room aside from his led lamp, so his glasses reflect the purple and the wavering flame of the candle.

when you finally reach him, you let him blow out the candle and take the plate from your hand. when he looks back up at you, you finally notice the smile on his face, which isn't unusual, but the look in his eyes certainly is.

"i don't think i've ever seen you smile... like you did just now, i mean," you say quietly after he thanks you and tucks into the cupcake, offering you the other half.

it's a small moment, one that doesn't demand anything other than the wordless exchange of affection between the two of you, but when you think about the way he just looked at you, you know it transcends that a little more than usual. he doesn't say it, but he doesn't have to because it was all there without the verbalization.

i love you.

and you don't have to say it back when you lean down to kiss him and whisper happy birthday to him. and not when he pulls you into his lap to watch him play his game. and not when you tuck into bed a few hours later.

but you do anyways.

#wonwoo x reader #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #wonwoo fluff #svt fluff #🌙 — talking to the moon #🌙 — moon twin #🌑 — new moon #🌑 — svt #me when soft fluff prompts 💆‍♀️

[empire-antz-stalker]

Gorillaz members cooking with their s/o - headcanon

it was 2:16 am when i wrote this please kill me (gender neutral reader!)

Murdoc:

sneak up on while you were making dinner

"mm. what ya' cookin', poppet?"

you ask him to help and he tries to back out of it

makes excuses; 'the others would never let me live it down if they saw me cooking!!!1!!1!'

"Murdoc, if you don't shut up and help me-"

this mf's annoying ass would probably respond with "or what?"

of course, he whispers this teasingly and leaves a few kisses on your neck

leaves you wordless, goes to sit down on the sofa

mf is grinning

leaves you blushing, but you only respond by asking him to help, again

"fiesty one, aren't ya'?"

dinner doesn't get finished anytime soon

Noodle:

calls for you, only to find you cooking in the kitchen

offers to help before you can even ask (<3)

humming her favorite songs, while chopping vegetables,,

grabs your hand and twirls you occasionally

moves you by your waist when getting around you; "just needed to pass by" she tells you

you can practically hear the smile in her voice

loves to use Russel's chili powder in food; making it exceptionally spicy

if the two of you happen to be doing something while next to each other, she likes to give random, little pecks on your cheek

doesn't like to take credit for her cooking;

"oh, it was all your doing, my love"

Russel:

often found in the kitchen, perfecting his chili recipes

working on making more chili desserts

"oh hey, baby. you wanna try some chili cupcakes?"

litterally the most delicious food you've ever eaten

getting ingredients, and his chili powder "mind if i make some spicy glazing?"

"hm? oh, not one bit." turns to you and smiles

kisses you softly on the nose, while putting a strand of hair behind your ear

you're both blushing like fools

"thanks for being here, dove."

……….

taste testings and batches of many different desserts later, you're both exhausted and sitting on the sofa

genuinely happy (and stuffed!)

2D:

tries to help

constantly messes things up, though

gets on your nerves, but you do love him

mixing up everything

"whaddya mean, this isn't basil? it's green!"

eventually manages to piss you off with all the mistakes

cute but annoying

sees you upset, gets sad

"oh luv, i'm so sorry. i'll try harder,,"

stopping and turning around, you smile pitifully

gotta give the poor guy some credit for trying

you rub his hand reassuringly

"how about this, you sit down and relax, and i'll take care of the food tonight; alright?"

"you 'fink that'll be okay, darling?" he responds. "besides, i feel like i gotta help ya somehow!"

you giggle and pat his chest, kissing his forehead softly

"i think you've helped enough for today, love. how about you pick a movie for us to cuddle to?"

he grins, and gets the movie & blankets ready for the two of you

#russel #s/o headcanons #gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz hcs #gorillaz hc #noodle gorillaz #noodle #murdoc gorillaz #gorillaz russel #2d gorillaz #murdoc #gorillaz noodle #save me pls #headcanon prompts #stuart pot #murdoc niccals #gorillaz meme #gender neutral s/o #gender neutral reader #gorillaz

[ezralva]

I just really appreciate how faithful of an adaptation Old-fashioned Cupcake drama is to its original story. Apart from another added little plot of Nozue willingly being promoted and leading a new office (and thus emphasizing the growth of his character as well as serving a complete and nice resolve for the ending), everything else...a panel of manga to a frame in the drama, 1 chapter for 1 episode, is kept the same.

At first I thought the live action would be just a 1-hour movie because the original story is fundamentally simple, there are many wordless panels there that work beautifully in a manga yet probably each of them can only fill milliseconds of screentime if being filmed so I'm surprised they managed a series of 5 episodes, where they filmed 1 episode for 1 chapter, staying faithful without many drama-only made-up plots or fillers, and still managed to pace it right from the beginning to the end and made me enjoy watching every second of it. Not even once I felt like the pace was rushed because "hey the 23-25 minutes slot of run time is almost over but we still have to squeeze some of these scenes to get our points across" nor did I feel they ever dragged on a certain scene or added pointless fillers to make up for the screentime or for the sake of fanservice-only. They are being efficient in execution while still staying very faithful to the original source. It's something I cannot easily find in a BL adaptation so far.

I even thought at first... Okay here we go again with the mandatory BL scene of running on the bridge to get your man back after finally coming to terms with your feelings...but it turned out I like it, the whole monologue of Nozue is what won me over: I want this...I want that...I want HIM, he finally voices and admits what he wants, that he finally has ambitions to pursue and act on it.

It's such a good, fun, and enjoyable short ride! Glad to finally able to add another show to my meagre and very short list of comfort watch.

#old fashion cupcake #オールドファッションカップケーキ #rambles #jdrama #bl drama #adapted from a manga #the side characters are quite bland tho and totally just for plot convenience #but since the story has always been focusing and about these two so it doesn't matter to me #btw I haven't seen any gif for the running scenes both Nozue alone or with Togawa #and that scene where they only show their silhouttes are chefs kiss #that hugging scene when Togawa cried and the camera closed-up to his shoulders and faces then rotates againts a bright orange backlight #...really did remind me of Happy Together scene

[caitlynxviolet]

i just had chat GPT write a beautiful scene between Caitlyn and Vi and it’s making me emotional. Here it is:

As the sun set over the rooftops of Piltover, Caitlyn stood atop a high vantage point, her sharp eyes scanning the city below. She had been tirelessly investigating the recent rise in criminal activity, and her determination to uphold the law burned brightly within her.

But as Caitlyn looked out into the city's skyline, her thoughts drifted to her childhood friend, Vi. They had grown up together on the streets of Piltover, and despite their differences, Caitlyn missed their once unbreakable bond. She wondered if Vi was safe, and if she was still the same fiery and impulsive girl Caitlyn had known.

Her musings were interrupted by a familiar figure approaching from the shadows. It was Vi, her gauntlets gleaming in the fading light. Caitlyn's heart skipped a beat as she took in Vi's rugged appearance, her usually bright eyes now shadowed with a hint of weariness.

"Hey, Cupcake," Vi greeted with a nod, her voice tinged with a mixture of gruffness and vulnerability.

Caitlyn couldn't help but smile, despite the seriousness of the situation. "Vi," she said softly, stepping forward. "It's been too long."

Vi's guard softened as she looked at Caitlyn, and for a moment, the years seemed to melt away. Memories of their childhood antics, their laughter, and their shared dreams flooded back, reminding Caitlyn of the bond they had once shared.

They stood in silence for a moment, their eyes locked in a wordless understanding. Then, Vi spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Cait," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "For everything."

Caitlyn's heart swelled with compassion as she reached out and placed a hand on Vi's shoulder. "It's okay, Vi," she said gently. "I know you're doing what you believe in. But you don't have to do it alone."

Vi's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked at Caitlyn, her walls crumbling. "I don't know how to make things right," she admitted, her voice cracking. "I've messed up so much."

Caitlyn's grip on Vi's shoulder tightened, and she pulled her into a comforting embrace. "You're not alone, Vi," Caitlyn whispered. "We can figure it out together. We always have."

Vi hesitated for a moment, then wrapped her arms around Caitlyn, burying her face in her friend's shoulder. For the first time in a long while, Vi allowed herself to be vulnerable, letting go of her tough exterior.

As they stood there, embraced in the fading light of the day, Caitlyn and Vi found solace in each other's presence. It was a quiet moment of understanding, forgiveness, and renewed connection, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, true friendship could endure.

And as the city lights twinkled below, Caitlyn and Vi stood as a symbol of hope, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, side by side. For in each other, they had found the strength to face their demons and strive towards a brighter future, together.

#true friendship askndasd that feels homophobic #vi saying im sorry for everything?? #ahhhhhh #chat gpt #mine

[amothersdaughterspride]

My long-term relationship

The looks we exchange out in public, wordless but totally understood

The seamless scheduling conversations

Reassuring words comforting you to sleep

Walking and talking forever

Filling up the water bottle before bed

Passing each other the toothpaste, soap, towels, whenever we can

Showers together where we wash and chat

Knowing I can only sleep in one position, so snuggling me until I'm drowsy and then letting me roll over

Celebrating our build-a-bears birthdays with cupcakes

Our nightly routines of sillies

Sitting and chatting while we play our most beloved games

Cooking, and me failing miserably

Cleaning, and you failing miserably

Holding each other responsible

[jordanstrophe]

Godfrey’s Effort + art

Masterlist

The war room was silent. Not one soul had the bravery to utter a word in the presence of the King, who's mood was crippled in anger. He slammed his hand on the map, his other hand piercing a dagger over the sign of Ravenhill. “Send the armies! Prepare the siege weapons! I want their walls torn down stone by stone! Find him!” He cried, his voice booming off the walls.

“...Your majesty, please, we must take a moment to think-”

“I don’t want to think, I want Ravenhill burning! ... They’ve taken so much. My queen, and now Eden.” He growled, his leather gloves creaking as he gripped the dagger. 

“If you send armies, it’ll create a bloodbath. Not to mention putting Eden in even more danger. Please, my lord.” Godfrey placed his hand over the King’s, lowering his grasp from the dagger. 

“Let me find him, quietly. We can get him out before they even know he’s gone.” 

The King glanced between the map and the dagger in silence.  

“Do you trust me?” Godfrey whispered. 

He sighed, closing his eyes in defeat as he draped himself over his throne. “Bring him back to me. Alive. By any means necessary.” He whispered behind his hand.

Godfrey glanced back at the other horsemen, two gave an encouraging nod. Margrave, however, muttered wordless curses under his breath, his face busted from the bruise from his failed fight. 

“As you command, my lord.” 

(Oh, hey, look, it’s Godfey!)

The horsemen are mysterious people. Some say they’re so close to the King they wear their helmet at all times to hide their identity from others, even in the palace. Each one’s gauntlet is adorned in one of the King’s most valued jewels, a token of trust and appreciation. 

ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ Thank you for reading!~ @tears-and-lilies​  @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi​ @starnight-whump  @bumpthumpwhump @whumpcreations @myst-in-the-mirror @heathenville @grizzlie70 @castielamigos-whump-side-blog  @thegreathowdini @kim-poce @digitalart-dwa @princessofonward @andwhump @sunflower1000 @kim-poce  @lonesome--hunter​​   @cupcakes-and-pain @as-a-matter-of-whump  @nicolepascaline​

#War of Royalty #whump #protective caretaker #vengeful caretaker #medieval whump #missing whumpee

[incomingalbatross]

GF Fic: (Insert Time-Related Pun Here)

Having a birthday on the last day of summer was great when you were a kid.

When you were in college and vacation ended somewhere in the last third of August? Not so much.

“Grunkle Ford, I...I don’t think Mabel and I can make it to Gravity Falls,” Dipper confessed, the day before his twenty-second birthday.

“Is it the travel time?” Ford asked from the other end of the phone. “If your usual transportation is too slow, we can call in a favor or two for you kids—I know plenty of entities that would be happy to give you a lift as a birthday present—”

“No, I know, I know,” Dipper said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “And I really appreciate that, Grunkle Ford, I just...it’s not the travel, it’s being there. The other years we’ve been in college, our birthday was always on a weekend—last year was a Monday, but we spent that year with you guys instead of in school—”

“Thank goodness that seer tipped us off about her vision of 2020!” Ford agreed. “Taking a gap year to sail the Arctic with us was definitely the right decision for you two.”

“Right? Half a semester of online classes was more than enough. But—I mean, maybe it’s being back in school after being gone for a year, maybe it’s just early-semester problems, but...” Dipper sighed. “It’s just, I’m taking five classes, and I’ve got a TA job this year, and I’m getting back into the DD&MD group again and maybe planning to DM a oneshot as a Halloween event, and...” He sighed again. “It all looked much more manageable on my schedule. It was color-coded and everything!”

Grunkle Ford hummed noncommittally.

“Yeah, I know,” Dipper admitted. “Not the first time I’ve overbooked myself.”

“Not quite, perhaps. But it’s very good that you’re learning to recognize it and take steps to take care of yourself—when I was in college, I burned out routinely.”

“Mabel would sic the ‘Self-Care Fairy’ on me again if I didn’t learn.” The “Self-Care Fairy” was a truly terrifying onslaught of Mabelness, complete with costume and character voice, and would not go away until its subject had reached an acceptable level of well-being and had examined their mistakes. “Which is why...I have to cancel. If I came to Gravity Falls, even with instant travel, I’d only be able to get there around like 5:00 PM and I’d be stressed and anxious the whole time. And then I’d get back here exhausted and with no homework done and with class tomorrow, and...I just don’t think I can afford that.” Dipper paused, a knot twisting in his stomach. “I’m really sorry, I wish we could come...”

“Of course, Dipper, we know you do!” Grunkle Ford hastened to assure him. “Don’t feel sorry for us—of course we’d love to see you, but we just had the summer together. I’m just sorry you’re so short on time.” There was a moment’s silence.

“But how is Mabel doing? Is she facing the same challenges?”

“I mean, sort of.” Dipper smiled ruefully. “She kept trying to figure out some solution so that we could have our usual birthday and everything would work out, but...neither of us could come up with anything that would actually work. And she’s really busy too. She jumped back into school full steam ahead, and she’s got her Etsy store, and all her social groups to keep up with—you know she’s better at managing her energy than I am, but it’s still a lot.”

“I understand that,” Ford said. “You both do what you need to to keep up with your responsibilities, okay? We’re very proud of you both, you know.”

Dipper swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I know, Grunkle Ford.”

“Well, then, I’ll let you go—I imagine you have plenty to do right now! We’ll get in touch with you tomorrow, even if only by text.”

“Thank you, Grunkle Ford! Mabel and I are going to video-call at some point, we think, so there’s that. Say hi to Stan and Soos and Melody and the kids and everyone for me?”

“Of course, my boy. Have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The call disconnected, and Dipper sighed, throwing himself down on his bed. After a minute, he picked up his phone again and texted Mabel.

Just called Ford and canceled plans. He said to take care of ourselves and that he and Stan are proud of us.

Then he pushed himself into the homework for tomorrow until his phone buzzed.

Aww, of course he did. <3 Thanks for calling, brobro. I wish we could go, but you were right--I’ve got WAY too much booked. Why didn’t we check what weekday our birthday was FIRST???

Dipper snorted. Maybe we’re dumb :/

IMPOSSIBLE, Mabel sent back. Clearly an evil College Schedule Gremlin messed with our brains

Is that the same guy who makes it so you can never take the prereqs you need when you need them?

Yep!! And the one who fogs your brain so you THINK you’ve filled all your requirements until it’s too late to patch up the holes in your plan. His phone buzzed a second time after that text. ...Ugh, maybe there ARE gremlins in all the college systems

It would explain Blackboard, Dipper agreed with a frown. Huh, maybe they should look into that...

Anyway, though, u good for Zoom tomorrow?

Dipper huffed, reminded of the fact that they had no time for a paranormal investigation right now. Yeah, he typed, I can do an hour or so anytime after 5:30.

Cool, I will figure out a time and let you know!! Can’t wait to see your 22-year-old face!! :) Even if it sucks that we can’t party :(

Same, same. TTYL :)

Dipper tossed his phone aside again, shutting his eyes for a minute. It wasn’t just the party that had him down—though he would miss the bash that Gravity Falls usually threw on their birthday. It was...everything.

It was having a birthday without Mabel.

Oh, sure, they would talk, but they wouldn’t be in the same place. That was why, really, he’d hung onto their plans until the very last minute. He’d made it work on paper—taking an evening to travel to Gravity Falls, have a party, and be back in time for the next class—and it just felt wrong to admit defeat, to compromise on something this important. Their birthday meant the two of them celebrating together, having a good time, acknowledging that it was important.

This year wasn’t going to feel like a birthday at all, Dipper thought glumly.

But no, that was quitter talk. They were going to do their best anyway, because they were the Mystery Twins! Even if the situation was lame. Even if he was going to spend his time on the call with Mabel tomorrow doing homework and/or bursting with stress.

He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “Why do I always overfill my schedule?” he asked plaintively.

The ceiling didn’t answer.

---

Dipper dropped his backpack with a thud on his dorm room floor, hastily unzipping it and digging out his laptop. He was late—he’d left his thermos in his last classroom, and been halfway across campus before he realized and turned around to go get it. He blamed his sleep deprivation (a week in, and his body still hadn’t readjusted to the rhythm of morning classes).

Now, though, he could finally pull up Zoom. He plugged in his headphones as he waited for it to connect (stupid dorm wifi), and was rewarded with an ear-splitting squeal.

“Happy birthday, Dipper!”

He grinned at her beaming face. “Happy birthday, Mabel!”

“Did you get a birthday cupcake?” she demanded. “Or at least a birthday cookie?”

He grimaced. “I got ice cream at the cafeteria, but I had to eat it there,” he confessed. “Here, I’ve got...a birthday candy bar?”

“Hmph.” Mabel looked crestfallen, but plastered a smile on anyway. “It’ll have to do! We can sing Happy Birthday, anyway. One, two, thr—”

Before they could launch into an inevitably out-of-sync rendition of “Happy Birthday,” Dipper heard a loud knock. Judging by Mabel’s startled turn towards her door, she heard it too—

Wait, what?

The knocking repeated. On both their doors.

“..Huh,” Mabel said thoughtfully. With a wordless glance between them, they both unplugged their headphones and went to their respective doors.

“Happy birthday, slugger!” Stan said, grinning, the instant he saw Dipper. Over the internet, Ford’s voice was greeting Mabel at the same time.

Dipper’s jaw dropped.

“Ha!” Grunkle Stan shoved past him into the room. Waving to the camera, he added, “Happy birthday, sweetie!”

Ford peered past Mabel into the screen. “Happy birthday, Dipper, my boy!”

“But—what—”

“Grunkles!” Mabel cried. “...But wait, why not just video call us? Not that we’re not happy to see your wrinkly faces, but you came such a long way!”

“Yeah, exactly,” Dipper said, waving his arm in confusion. “You guys—you know we can’t really visit, right? Even with you with us? We don’t have time. I dont want you guys to waste a trip—”

“But we didn’t,” Ford said smugly. “We came to bring your birthday presents.”

With a flourish, Stan produced something and handed it to Dipper. It looked like...a piggy bank, but with a clock face set into the side?

Mabel gasped. “It’s so CUTE!”

“But what is it, Grunkle Ford?” Dipper asked.

“Simply put, my boy...it’s time.”

“It’s a Time-Savings Bank,” Stan said proudly. “Got our hands on these babies a few months ago, on a little side trip. See, when you’ve got some extra time—like, at night, or when you’re waiting for a pot to boil, or whatever—you can use these gizmos to store it up instead! Then when you need more time, you use the clock to take it back out. Whammo! You squeeze in a few extra hours between the normal ones.”

“Like Daylight Saving Time without the false advertising,” Ford added. “We know you two are short on time right now, but...if you’d like, there’s enough in here to give you and everyone currently at the Mystery Shack a good few hours of spare time. What do you say, kids? Still up for a party?”

“Are we!” Mabel crowed.

Dipper stared at this miraculous device. “But...that’s a lot of hours,” he said. “Where did you get the time?”

Stan barked out a laugh. “You kiddin’, Dipper? We figured from the start that at least one of you would burn out when you went back to school. We’ve been putting time aside in these things for months.”

“...Really?” Dipper said. Somehow, he found himself blinking rapidly, and swallowing down some obstruction in his throat.

Stan coughed uncomfortably, looking away. “I mean, it’s not like we gave you any time we had a use for. Just some odds and ends here and there...every day... Anyway! You kids wanna get this show on the road?”

“YES!” Mabel shouted.

Dipper beamed. “Definitely,” he said. “Absolutely.”

And a few minutes later, when they all found themselves in the Shack (courtesy of one of those “favors” Ford had mentioned yesterday), and Dipper had piled into the inevitable group hug with his twin and his grunkles—and with hours of birthday celebration in front of them all—he had to add, “Best present ever.”

#did i neglect my college homework to write this? yes. yes i did #anyway #happy birthday dipper and mabel! #belated in my timezone but NOT ON THE WEST COAST so it WORKS #gravity falls #mystery twins #dipper pines #mabel pines #pines family #my fic #i did not proofread this At All so...there may be glaring errors #i'll find out later

[cupofmiko]

THE BOYFRIEND EXPERIENCE — todoroki shouto x f!reader

shocked that you've never had a boyfriend before him, todoroki is determined to make up for lost time by showering you with as many cheesy gestures as possible. 

genre: established relationship au | fluff 

warnings: reader is in her first relationship, shouto is in love + he’s trying his best, cheesy moments!!!!!, a picnic date inspired by rachel & jun’s recent video, bakugo is the off-screen begrudging friend just trying to help out 

word count: 3.9k 

The evening of your one-year anniversary with Todoroki finds the pair of you on the couch, your arms around his midriff and his arm around the back of your shoulders. The finished takeout that Todoroki promises to throw away into the trash bins outside of your apartment building sits on the table, all neatly stacked up, while the small dessert he bought for you sits on the coffee table—a cupcake with two forks resting on the unfolded wrapper. Sitting in front of the eaten cupcake is a small array of candles, all lit up and emitting a mixture of smells ranging across light florals. 

Overall, the atmosphere is one of such soft affection that it makes your heart race in your chest. This is especially the case as Todoroki rests his cheek on the top of your head, the movement tucking you closer to him. The gesture, while subtle, brings a wordless smile to your lips. Todoroki isn’t the most physically affectionate boyfriend, so small things like this really make your heart race. 

And this entire evening has been nothing but an endless series of heart racing undertakings, despite its uneventfulness. In fact, Todoroki had to work for most of the day—so you had expected fast food and late night arrives, and an anniversary scheduled for another evening. Not that you minded, of course. Your relationship with Todoroki has always been lowkey and foundational; you never needed any big romantic gestures to reaffirm what you were already fully confident in. 

Yet, Todoroki surprised you by arriving at your apartment a few hours early, with a bag of your favorite take-out food and handfuls of hand-picked candles, ones that brought a warm glow to your living room as the pair of you exchanged presents. All of his actions and gestures throughout the night up until this point have been small, but packed more meaning than he could ever know. 

You’re practically on cloud nine, too swept away by the night, that you almost don’t notice Todoroki asking you a question. “Baby?” he whispers, turning his cheek slightly. “Are you awake?” 

You shift. “Yeah,” you mutter back. The pair of you readjust yourselves so that you can look up at Todoroki. “What’s up?” 

“Has tonight been… enjoyable?” he asks, gazing off to the side to showcase the pink of his cheeks. “I know I had to work today, so I wanted to do what I could.” 

You sit up. “Shouto, are you kidding? Today has been so fun and unexpected. I wasn’t even expecting you to bring food over!” You grin. “You make me really happy.” 

The corner of his lips turn up, before they lower as he ponders yet again. “How does it compare with your past relationships?” he starts carefully. The hand that is not wrapped around your shoulder clenches tighter at the denim on his legs, showcasing the depth of his nerves. It’s not very often the two of you discuss unnecessary past events. In fact, this is the first time Todoroki is asking you about previous boyfriends. 

It makes sense. Perhaps he would not have asked the question had he known. 

You try for a casual shrug. “I’ve actually never been in a relationship before. So I’d consider this a first first anniversary!” you remark cheerfully, turning your attention back to the show playing on TV. 

You don’t notice Todoroki’s pensive silence until he’s sitting forward a little, shifting you so that you are now deprived of his warmth. At first, your mind whirls. Did he have a problem with the fact that you never dated anyone before him? 

The internal question makes you pout. “Is that a problem?” you ask quietly. 

Todoroki turns to look at you. “It’s not,” he reassures softly. “But I can’t help but wonder: if this is your first anniversary ever, why not ask for something more special?” 

You mirror Todoroki’s previous sitting up motion until your chest is at his back, where you latch your arms around his neck. “Shouto,” you mumble into his ear. “This is special to me. I don’t need expensive dinners or dressy situations or public outings. I just wanted to spend the evening with you, cuddling and eating good food and I got to do that!” 

Todoroki leans back into you. “What if I think you deserved a more special anniversary though?” 

You smile, kissing his cheek. “That’s sweet of you. But you took the time to leave work early and bring me my favorite food. It’s more than enough for me.” 

He ponders your reassurance for a moment, before he nods and delivers his own kiss on your cheek before settling back into the couch with you. Your attention resumes on the show, as your mind drifts away to the sensation of Todoroki’s fingers drawing patterns on the back of your neck. Something in his pose says that there’s something internally weighing in his mind, but your consciousness drifts away before you can linger too long on it. 

The following morning, you wake up in bed with your head still in the clouds and the pressure of his lips still on your cheek. Todoroki must have carried you to bed last night after you fell asleep. 

After feeling the empty space next to you, you assume that he must have woken up early for work. Makes sense, considering that he took an early afternoon yesterday—he’s probably trying to make up the extra tasks and paperwork he had to miss. You smile to yourself, still in a haze about yesterday, before you sit up and inch yourself towards the end of the bed. Your hand blindly goes to your nightstand to reach for your phone, but you feel a cup and a slip of paper taped to the cup in the middle of your journey to get there. 

Your gaze turns towards your nightstand, eyes trying to figure out just what exactly your fingers had touched, as you settle on a glass of water that had not been there the previous night. On the glass is a post-it note, reflecting back Todoroki’s neat penmanship. Happy Anniversary (take #2) the note says. The sight makes your eyebrows furrow in response. A take two anniversary? What does that mean?

You think about this for a moment; however, draw up no ideas as to what exactly this is in reference to. You decide to continue with the rest of your morning route, mentally adding a shower into your checklist given that you were unable to take one last night due to you falling asleep earlier than expected. You’re still in one of Todoroki’s t-shirts that he has left over at your place, although it seems like he has removed the shorts you were wearing. You grab your own shirt and pants for today, tucking everything you need underneath your arm and opening your bedroom door. 

The original plan is just to walk across the hall to your bathroom, but the sight of something unfamiliar in your living room catches your attention as you stop in your path and perform a double take. You think you see a small array of light pink dahlia bouquets scattered around the limited view you have of your living room. It’s a sight that makes you frown. You don’t remember ordering any sort of flower arrangement. 

Continuing to frown, you walk down the hallway until the hallway opens up into the living room. The sight makes your eyes widen and drop the clothes you were holding in your arms, because your entire living room is covered with dahlias. From the coffee table, to the couch, to the floor in front of your television, to your kitchen table—every little spot is filled with pink tin cans of dahlia arrangements. 

Your lips part as the frown continues etched into your eyebrows. What on earth was going on? “S-Shouto?” you call out nervously. You angle your chin towards the kitchen all while keeping your eyes on the dahlia field in front of you. 

“In the kitchen,” he returns back. 

You blink, turning towards the direction of the kitchen. For the first time of the morning, you hear the faint bubbling of a pot. 

Hesitantly, you shuffle from the living room into the entrance of the kitchen, staring cautiously at the back of your boyfriend as his arms move back and forth across the stove. The sight of Todoroki cooking is relatively uncommon in this relationship, which only deepens your confusion—because what the fuck? 

At your prolonged silence, Todoroki quickly spares you a glance over his shoulder. He smiles slightly, likely over the fact that you’re still wearing yesterday’s clothes. “Good morning, baby. Did you have a good dream last night?” 

You look off to the side, the crease still not disappearing from between your eyes. “I think I’m still in one.” 

At the stove, he exhales a gentle laugh. “Fortunately for you, that’s not the case.” With that said, he turns the dial in order to shut off the stove. He uses a ladle to pour some of the unidentifiable soup into one of your favorite bowls (the ones with the Sumikko Gurashi characters along the outside edges), before turning around and unveiling the contents. It’s a bowl of miso soup. “There’s rice in the rice cooker. I may or may not have had to ask Bakugo for the receipt.” He gestures towards the kitchen table. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll bring the food out to you?” 

Suspicious. Despite that, you nod and navigate through your apartment until you reach the kitchen table. You slide tentatively into your usual chair, fidgeting with your fingers as you continue to hear glassware rummaging about in the kitchen. 

You keep quiet, even as Todoroki emerges with a tray of the soup, a separate bowl of rice, and a tea boiled egg. You continue to remain silent as he places the tray in front of you, as he kisses the top of your head. 

“Eat up, okay?” he says softly, returning back to the kitchen—probably to make his own tray of breakfast. 

He reappears a few seconds later with his own set of food, watching you carefully as he takes a seat next to you. 

“Shouto,” you start slowly. “Is this about that take two post-it note I saw earlier today?” 

Todoroki continues to stare at you. “Yes,” he finally relents. “I just want to give you a more memorable first anniversary. So I’ve prepared a small list of things for us to do together throughout the day.  

Your lips part slightly, vaguely remembering the conversation from last night. Surely, he really hadn’t thought you were lying about how satisfied you were with your relationship?

He must see the troubled look in your eye, because he smiles and reaches over to grasp your hand. “This has nothing to do with our conversation yesterday. I understand that you were happy with the evening we had. I enjoyed it as well. But I just want to give you more and make our first anniversary a little more special—will you let me do that?” 

You stare back at Todoroki for a moment, briefly pondering the situation. While you really were satisfied with how the events of last night played out, something tells you that Todoroki will not let this go. Once he’s determined, nothing can stop him. 

Plus, you are curious to see what he has planned for the rest of the day. 

So you take the soup spoon Todoroki placed down on your tray, dipping it into the soup, and bringing it to your lips. “I’m sure I’ll love everything you have in-store.” You shoot one last glance at Todoroki, just in time to see a slightly wider but much warmer smile appear across his lips. 

After the pair of you get through breakfast and you are able to waddle through the forest of dahlia bouquets that quite literally covers every inch of your living room, you finally take a shower with a more reassured mind about what the fuck is going on. To think that you almost walked right past the field of dahlia’s on your way to the bathroom—now, it is all you can think about. 

You emerge a few minutes later with makeup and a dress (Shouto’s favorite dress on you), and take a secret pride in the way Todoroki’s eyes linger on you for an extra moment before the pair of you are walking out of the door and down the stairs of your apartment building. You don’t ask what he had been doing while you were getting ready, too busy living inside the excitement of your mind to even consider any possibility of what Todoroki’s mid-morning, post-breakfast plans may be. 

You get an answer to that just half an hour later, when you emerge from the subway doors that open up onto a marble platform, built with an overhead balcony and some white benches along the platform. The train tracks that mark the train’s opposing direction are right across as the doors open. But as you turn right and make your way down the marble flooring, it opens up into a wide-open, starting with the greenest grass you’ve ever seen extending far behind the horizon that touches your eyes. 

Your gaze widens as your hands rest upon the railing separating the train platform from the park. “Shouto!” you cry out, looking over your shoulder to face him as you start jumping slightly on the balls of your feet. As your eyes land on Todoroki, he’s watching you with the softest smile possible. “This is so pretty!” 

“You think so?” he asks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. The openly affectionate nature of Todoroki’s touch makes you smile. “That’s good to hear.” 

As soon as he lets go of you, you whirl around to look at him, finally noticing the abnormally large bag he’s got slung around his shoulder. You reach forward, fidgeting slightly with the strap. “What’s this?” you ask, the smile still present in your voice. 

Todoroki shrugs, a bashful smile itching itself across his face. “I may or may not have made you lunch while you were in the shower. That’s why we’re here—to walk around the park and then have a picnic.” 

You can’t get over how fast your heart is racing, the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend’s actions, all because he wants to give you a more memorable first anniversary celebration. 

The smile so obviously spills past your lips, because Todoroki’s smile widens. 

“This is so sweet, Shouto,” you whisper, leaning over to sneak a kiss. He notices you coming from a mile away, of course he does, because he returns your kiss softly. You pull away first, still grinning with your gaze fixated on his mouth. “I’m excited to go exploring.” 

He reaches over and laces your fingers together. “Then let’s go.” 

The pair of you head for the marble staircase, taking you down onto a concrete pathway that winds up into trees and lakes ahead. On either side of the pathway is grass that seems to melt underneath the shape of your shoes. The trees range from single trunk growth into multi clustered trunks that each taper out into its own collection of leaves and branches. 

The breeze of today’s spring weather ruffles through the trees, through clothes and hair strands. Keeping your hands joined together, you allow Todoroki to lead the way through the park. He mentions something about some sights he wants you to see, and you entrust that it’ll add to the experience. 

A little up the pathway holds an open air flower garden, surrounded by broken down brick walls and flower vines that creep along the surface. Along the different pathway holds different flowers held in pots or ones planted into the ground. The pathways lead you either to wide-open spaces of grass or down more secluded hallways surrounded by brick and vinery. It is a world unlike anything you have ever experienced in person before, always watching through the lens of an animated feature film—it is a place that feels so hidden and untouched from the real world that it feels like you’ve been whisked off to a magical dream. 

It is a place you weave in and out of with Todoroki linked under your arm as you point out the various flowers that are covering walls, tucked into pots, or interwoven with other flowers of various shapes and heights. He doesn’t say much throughout the journey, occasionally nodding or making comments about how certain flowers would look pretty in your own apartment building. 

“Shouto, I’m pretty sure you bought me enough dahlia’s that I can’t fit anymore flowers in my living room,” you tease, giggling when you notice the slight pink that dusts along Todoroki’s cheeks, a color that only darkens when you brush your lips against his skin. 

Once the pair of you make your way through the entire flower garden, Todoroki suggests that it’s time to settle down and find a spot for lunch. You leave the garden, continuing down the sidewalk path, passing through various other families enjoying a picnic or pet owners taking their pets out for an afternoon walk. 

Eventually, Todoroki finds a spot hidden underneath the sun ripples that break through the leaves above, shadows that curl around and about in time to the breeze of the wind around. With your help, he produces the picnic blanket folded within his bag. With the flick of his wrist, a plaid pattern of white and yellow unfurls out onto the grassy ground. 

Immediately, you plop yourself down onto the blanket to prevent it from flying away. Todoroki joins you quickly enough, pulling the strap of his bag off his shoulder and into an empty corner of the blanket. “Are you hungry?” he asks, reaching over to unzip the bag before he starts fishing out two Studio Ghibli themed bento containers that you own. 

You blink, face breaking out into a grin. “Shouto, these are so cute!” 

“Oh, you say that now,” he starts immediately, laying out the boxes carefully in front of you. “But wait until you see how it actually looks. Bakugo’s instructions could only help me so much.”

You brush off his worries with the shake of your head. “I’m sure it looks awesome.” 

Despite Todoroki’s prolonged worries, he still allows you to uncap the bento boxes. Inside are your favorite foods categorized into their different boxes. There are rice rolls shaped into bears, those famous octopus sausages you’ve seen in animes and some vegetables. You don’t realize how widely you’re grinning at what lays out before you until you realize your cheeks are starting to ache. 

“Shouto,” you whine, looking over at him just as he looks up. “These are so cute. I love it so, so much. Thank you.” 

His gaze lingers on your face before he leans forward, nudging his forehead against yours. “You’re welcome.” 

By the time the pair of you return back to your apartment, the orange is starting to curl into the sky yet your head is still in the clouds. Todoroki helps you shuffle through the field of dahlias’ that still overrun your living room—placing them in various shady and sunny areas around your apartment. Once there’s a clear path from your front door, to the hallway, and to the couch, the pair of you agree to stop trying to organize the dahlias’. 

“Do you want some tea?” you ask, making your way towards the kitchen and opening up your cabinet to shift through some bags of tea you own. 

“Sure,” he returns, following you into the kitchen and grabbing two mugs from another shelf on the other side. He crosses over to reach you, placing the two mugs on the counter next to you before wrapping his arms around your waist. Gingerly, he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

After a few minutes of silence, a loud pounding sounds from the front door. The suddenness of the sound makes you jump, but Todoroki seems to expect it because he just turns toward the noise. One of his thumbs rubs soothingly at the exposed skin at your waist. “Who the fuck is that?” you ask. 

“Want to come see?” Todoroki offers cheekily, leading you to the front door. He opens it, only to find that there is no one on the other side—rather, there are two bags on the floor. The first one appears to be from a clothing shop with a brand logo on the side, while the second one looks to be a rather large take-out bag. Kneeling down, Todoroki grabs the bags and brings them inside. He hands the bag of clothes to you. “This is for us.” 

Frowning, you take the bag and peer inside. After rummaging briefly through the crisp curl of tissue paper, you discover two pajama sets inside that feel like it was crafted from the softest fabric imaginable. Like it was made from a cloud, or something crazy like that. Did he really… have more things planned for you? 

You look over at Todoroki again. “Shouto, what is this for?” you ask. 

He fishes through the take-out bag and produces a pizza box. “A new and improved movie night,” he explains, placing the bag down and opening the box to display a heart shaped pizza. On the other side of the cardboard is a post-it note. YOU’RE LUCKY I LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND, the note rests in big, aggressive handwriting. “I asked Bakugo to get me these things,” he explains hastily, as if you wouldn’t be able to tell from the note. “I was thinking we could wrap the night up with a pillow fort and cuddling.” 

You blink once, twice, before you try for a smile. But it doesn’t reach your eyes, and Todoroki can tell. 

He frowns in concern as he closes the pizza box and gathers you up in his arms. “Hey, what’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

You shake your head. “That’s not it,” you reassure, reaching over to grip the lapels of his jacket. “Shouto, this was all so sweet. And I loved getting the flowers and having a picnic with you, but I don’t need fancy pajamas and flower bouquets—it makes me feel bad having you spend so much money for me. Just being with you has been more than enough.” 

Todoroki tilts his head. “But you’re very important to me,” he says, talking as if he’s discussing the weather. “Why would I not want to do these things for you? You’ve never been in a relationship before—I just want to do what I can to make sure that today is memorable for you. I know I didn’t need to spend money, but I did because I wanted to, because I love you more than anything. Is that okay?” 

You press your lips together to hide the oncoming smile that threatens to overtake your features. “You’re too good to me,” you finally relent, sneaking a glance over at Todoroki. “I love you too, by the way.” 

He smiles. “Good,” he says, pinching your chin between his fingers and leaning over to kiss you. It’s a gesture that deepens quickly between the two of you, as your fingers grip the edge of his t-shirt while his own start to fiddle with the buttons of your blouse. 

The movie night can wait. 

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Giving|| Gojo Satoru-Jujutsu Kaisen

A/N: I was gonna post a sphintus fic today but it’s this man’s birthday and I’d be remiss if I didn’t publish this to honor him. No thoughts just gojo satoru.

Word Count: 1871 

Warnings: oral(male/fem receiving), switch!reader, switch!gojo, slight cumplay, pwp, idk man it’s definitely smut, is this slightly ooc? idk maybe, barest of minimums editing

This man was going to be the death of you.

You wanted to do something nice for Gojo to celebrate his birthday. You decided against a surprise party because his tendency to be late as well as him being under constant attack made herding him to a specific place near impossible. Not to mention his ability which made surprising him a task akin to the one Tantalus was punished with.

So you went small, he’d told you he was going to come home late so you stayed up, bought him a cake, and were planning on making him breakfast in the morning in lieu of a birthday dinner. 

Well at least he knew you got him a cake.

Gojo came home and he seemed tense, loosening up some when he saw you. You were sure he blew out the candle of the cake. What you weren’t sure of is how you’d ended up here.

At some point you and Gojo stumbled into the bedroom and now here he was eating you out while your head was pressed into the bed and your ass in the air. You ground your hips further back against his face and let out a small whine.

“Fuck ‘Toru, just like that.”, you said thoughtlessly. He continued with renewed vigor instead of actually verbally responding.

 Fuck, this was supposed to be for him. Your hazy mind scrambled trying to search for any justification as to how you ended up here but when Gojo moved his mouth over your clit giving short and teasing flicks and kissing, you lost that train of thought immediately.

He continued his wordless assault on your clit while you lay under him moaning and mumbling garbled words that meant nothing even to you.

It was when he took two of his long fingers, dragging them down your pussy before coaxing them inside, combined with his suckling on your clit that caused you to jerk into awareness with a “Stop!”

He pulled off of you with a smirk. His fingers were the last to exit and they were removed with an audible wetness that made you wonder if it was more from Gojo’s spit or your arousal.

He placed those two fingers to his mouth and sucked before speaking, his voice a bit deeper than normal, “Yes cupcake, what’s the matter?”

You took a moment to regain your breath and your sanity. Your body screaming at your mind for it’s loss of orgasm. The man you loved was eating you out like you were a goddess and he was but your humble servant sent here to pleasure you and you told him to stop. 

Trying to think rationally after essentially edging yourself is a difficult task but you manage it as well as the task of forming words and sentences. “G-Gojo baby, it’s your birthday. Y-you should be, fuck” a shiver ran down your body when you tried to adjust your position a bit “I should be going down on you.” 

“Is that what you want?”, you wanted to say more than anything but decided against it in favor of crawling towards him.

You approached slowly as though he were prey and you were a predator trying to advance without him noticing you. Although he could easily end your teasing before it would really get the chance to begin, he seemed curious. Almost like he wanted you to surprise him. You two have been together for so long that you both know each other like the back of the other’s hand. Predicting your movements is nothing new for him. But this, is new. This subtle yet sudden  assertion of your desire to please him, overriding his typical gentle control. ‘He likes this’ you realize. He wants you to tell him what you want and do that as you please.

Maybe you’d give him a surprise after all.

“Is that what you want?” you throw back at him, although yours is much breathier and whispered quietly into his ear. You trace your tongue against the shape of his ear and draw a lone finger in a line down his chest, stopping right above the heat of his dick which you have no doubt is probably painfully hard right now. Gojo always ended up this way after eating you out and where you’d normally have his dick fully inside you at this point, this is hardly normal for you two. Unexplored territory of teasing for you and painfully faint touches and gentle whispers for Gojo.

“Yes”

It comes out so faintly, so quietly that you think you hallucinated it after the period of tense silence. But then, Gojo’s hand grabs your wrist and leads you just that bit lower so that your palm lays on top of his dick. Nothing special just resting there as though it were a perch for your tired hand to lean upon. Gojo hasn’t said anything besides that quiet yes and that felt like eons ago. It’s quite the feat to have the normally mischievous and loud man rendered silent.

“Well then, who am I to say no to the great Gojo Satoru, especially on his birthday?”

You move your other hand from it’s spot on the bed to under his chin and pull him into a kiss. The kiss was sensual and served to stoke the flames of your arousal further. You pull back to look at him and realizing his eyes are still covered, you pull the mask off to reveal his beautiful blue eyes. So clear that you swear you can see the reflection of your dark skin being highlighted by the moonlight in them.

A beat passes as you try to truly feel one another. Breathing in the others' breaths, getting lost in the other’s eyes, and feeling each other’s skin(although you’re wearing considerably less than him).

His head moves forward and he kisses you deeply. Tongues brushing, teeth clacking, heads dizzying. You remember the goal at hand and reach for Satoru’s zipper. By the time you release one another the zipper is down and you're helping him to take off his shirt.

You kiss down his neck, chest, stomach. Taking special care to leave your mark in the dips of his collarbones as well as to teasingly flick at his nipples in the same way he did to your clit earlier.

His stomach is where you really take your time. You open you mouth as wide as it’ll go and just lave your tongue up and down his abdomen while you slowly pull his pants and boxers off.

Now fully exposed, his dick springs up like it had been waiting to make its appearance. Upon seeing it you knew your earlier theory was correct. His dick was so painfully hard and swollen that it looked as though it belonged to a different body when contrasted with the paleness of Gojo’s own skin.

The bit of precum leaking from it gleamed it the moonlight as you moved forward to take the taste of it in with your mouth. You dipped your head further down to take his swollen head into your mouth. You took your time just savoring the taste and feel of him inside you while he sighed softly.

You released him with a pop and spit into your hands, wetting them before moving to pump the base of his shaft while you eased the top of it down your open and eager mouth. 

Gojo had been sighing and moaning quietly above you when you sunk your mouth down on him he let out a choked gasp. You bobbed your head in time with your jerking hand careful not to choke yourself on him just yet and massaging him with your tongue all the while.

“Fu- fuck cupcake...s-soo good with your mouth. I-” he cuts himself off with a groan when you swallow around him, finally moving to take him in your throat to the point of nearly choking, your jaw cursing you with a promise of soreness that you didn’t bother listening too. Feeling your way down you take your free hand and begin to toy with yourself with a fire spurred on by Gojo’s moans.

You pull off him and the string of saliva mixed with precum that attaches your lips to him makes you whine and him groan. 

You pull back to rest on your haunches to admire your handiwork. The way Gojo’s panting, lips red from biting, and his eyes tinged with frustration made you want to jump his bones right then and there. The way his dick even seems to whine in protest doesn’t serve to dissuade you either.

But it is his birthday so you decide to file away your sadistic thoughts for another time moving to resume your actions with a “Don’t bite your lip ‘Toru, I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.”

With that you lick him from base to tip and then back again. You decide, ‘fuck it’ and lave your tongue over one of his balls before quickly moving to take his cock back in your mouth losing your nerve just as quickly as you found it.

Gojo however at the feeling of your hot mouth on his balls nearly came right then and there and only barely managed to hold it off. “Do that again.”

Your eyes flicked up to your lover where you saw his eyes which appeared to have darkened a shade. You ‘hmm’-ed around him, pretending that you had no idea what he was talking about.

Gojo growled out “Honey Bun don’t play dumb with me. You know what the fyck I’m talking about.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. 

You replaced your mouth with your hand and moved down to where he commanded you to be at. You brought one inside your mouth and just sucked. His hips thrust forward, his way of reassuming control. He stayed so perfectly still for you but now nearing his end his resolve seemed to have crumbled.

You felt his dick throb and twitch in your hand, a surefire sign that he was going to cum soon and moved up his length to tongue at his frenulum. The sound he let out was one of a man possessed and his words became more animalistic as he started to hunch over your and hump your hand.

You took him back in and sucked, letting him fuck your mouth while you just moaned around him. Your fingers pressed against your wetness as you rubbed your clit at the same speed he was fucking you with.

“Fuck- S-shit. I’m cumming... I’m-” he cut himself off with a loud groan, eyes rolling in the back of his head and throat exposed while he came into your raw and abused mouth.

At the taste of his cum hitting your tongue you came on your fingers. Your moans working to prolong his high before the inevitable crash. 

He slid out of your mouth with a groan, gathering his bearings before grabbing your chin and kissing you. The exchange of his cum between your mouths not going unnoticed by either of you. The mix dribbled down your faces as you both panted with exertion.

“Happy Birthday Satoru.”

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Two / Mocha

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

Summary: Javier learns his fate. You take him out to that dinner you promised.

W/C: 2.8k

Warnings: language, mentions of food, tooth-rotting fluff. I mean it. 

A/N: HI FRIENDS if you can’t already tell from my blog, I LOVE red velvet cake and this chapter is highly self indulgent. This fic is so near and dear to me because I really relate to the reader and put more of myself in her than I do others. I hope you guys enjoy!!!

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Mocha: espresso, steamed milk, and chocolate. Beloved for the sweet taste.

To his surprise, Javier didn’t get fired. In fact, they didn’t even mention Los Pepes. He walked in there, sweating bullets and filled with anxiety and caffeine, only to learn that they weren’t the review board. They were operations, and asked Javier what he knew about the Calí cartel. Afraid it was a trap, he didn’t answer, until the man across from him cracked a smile and told him about his new assignment.

“Your work with Escobar and the Medellín cartel was unconventional, but we needed it. If you’ll accept our offer, we’d like to assign you to Calí to head the investigation into their cartel.”

Javier’s brain froze in shock. He was wordless, staring blankly ahead and furrowing his brow. After a few moments, he mustered out all that he could. “You’re serious?”

“Yes, Agent Peña. With the assignment would additionally come a raise in pay and rank, as well as-”

He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll take it.”

“We haven’t finished the offer-”

“I’ll take it, sir. Thank you,” he said, nodding.

“Well… take this,” he said, making Javier stand from the chair across from the room and take the file from his hands. “This is the information you’ll need, including your new pay and details. We are asking that you take at least some of your banked vacation time. You have several months of it, Peña. Our code requires that-” 

Javier’s fully aware of this policy. Use it or lose it. Unfortunately, he’d never had much time or want for vacation while chasing Escobar. What would he do? “Yeah, give me a month off,” he said mindlessly as he opened the file and scanned over the front page, in utter disbelief. He registered his surroundings after a second and looked up. “You won’t regret it, sir. Thank you,” he says and shakes the man’s hand before leaving the room.

Now, Javier stands at a payphone outside of the embassy, dialing your number in his pocket. When you pick up and ask who’s there, he laughs happily. “They didn’t fire me!”

“Congratulations,” you laugh as you realize it must be Javier. “What all happened?”

“I actually got promoted,” he admits, the adrenaline and caffeine rushing through his bloodstream. “It was absolutely crazy. They didn’t even mention Los Pepes or anything, just-”

“Are you ready for me to pick you up now?” You ask, cutting him off. “You can tell me the rest over some food. You need it. You didn’t eat that muffin I brought you.”

“What are you, my mother?” He asks dryly, but he’s too excited to be too annoyed. “No, I’ll head back to the hotel. Pick me up in 30 minutes?”

“Sounds great. Congratulations, Javier,” you tell him, grinning into the receiver. 

“Call me Javi.”

“Okay… Javi,” you say, biting your lip to hold back from giggling. “I’ll see you then.”

There’s a click and the phone line goes dead. You start giggling happily, flopping back onto the couch. Javier makes his way to the hotel, smiling. He lights up a cigarette, sighing at the way the warmth of the lighter contrasts the cold and snowy air. 

-

Holy fuck. You’re going on what could possibly be considered a date with a really hot guy and you need to get dressed, quick. You hurry around your tiny apartment, throwing on something nice-looking and messing with your hair. You spritz on some perfume, straighten yourself in the mirror, and rush out to the street. 

Georgetown is beautiful in the snow, you smile to yourself, but you wince as you realize the snow might slow you down. Your car is a piece of shit, you have to admit, but you love it. Her name is Whitney, in honor of Whitney Houston, and you beg and plead with her to behave as you make your way to Javier’s hotel. 

The radio plays some music quietly, and a handsome dark-haired man stands outside of the hotel, smoking a cigarette when you arrive. You flash your high-beams at him and he smiles as he puts out the cigarette and tosses it in the trash. “Hi,” you almost sing as he gets in the car. “Are you a hugger?”

“Am I a what?” He frowns and asks, looking at you. 

“Do you like hugs?” You ask, as if it’s obvious.

“I… don’t really receive many. They’re nice, I guess,” he shrugs as he looks you up and down quickly. “You look beautiful, by the way,” he tells you.

Warmth collects in your chest at his words. “Well, thank you. And I ask because I wanted to give you a hug of congratulations. I’m a big hugger,” you shrug a little and tilt your head as you look at him. He looks nice, in a button-up and those tight jeans you saw him in earlier.

A car honks behind you and you jump, awkwardly waving behind you and taking off so the next car can drive up to the hotel. Javier chuckles a little. “Well… I do like hugs, I guess. No one has ever asked me that.”

You look at him briefly, with confusion in your eyes, before they find the road again. “What a sad, sad life,” you chuckle. “I suppose. Are you… like, recently single? Did you date when you were in Colombia?” You ask innocently.

Javier exhales in a light chuckle. “No, never really had a relationship. Lots of flings,” he admits, finding that to be the best word to describe his situation. “But no relationships.”

You nod along, eyes scanning the road as you drive to dinner. “I see.”

“How about you?” He asks, wanting to deflect the attention from himself. That seems to be a common theme with him, you’ve noticed. All the conversations center around you, no matter how hard you try to talk about him. 

“Well, no. I haven’t really gone out much or done anything, really. I’m a bit of a homebody, but once I’m out I enjoy it. Problem is you can’t find a date from the couch.”

You reach the restaurant not much later, parking outside. You get out after chatting a little more, and Javi is taken by surprise when you wrap your arms around him in a big hug. “Uh, hi?” He laughs. He instinctively returns it, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed to his. He hasn’t had anything so tender in a long time. 

“I told you, it’s a congratulatory hug!” You say with a grin as you squeeze him then break away. “I’m happy for you.”

He smiles down at you. “I… thank you. That was nice.”

“Well, there’s plenty more where that came from,” you tell him and lead him inside, opening the door and heading into the restaurant. 

-

Javier is a fantastic conversationalist. He tells stories with his hands, vividly explaining stories from the chase for Escobar. He tells you of his partner, Steve, and his crazy methods; about Colonel Carillo, who he still thinks is one of the strongest men he’s ever met; of Stechner, who you already want to gut-punch if you ever meet. 

You watch him and admire the way his eyes dart about when he’s telling a story, the way he draws maps on the table with his fingers that you have no hope of understanding. 

The food is great but the company is better. Javier’s laugh is a beautiful sound, one rarely heard by others. He listens to you just as attentively, smiling as you talk about the coffee shop, about Georgetown, all of your life. 

By the end of the night, it’s easy to declare that you really, really like Javier. You like the way his lips quirk up in a smile, his intelligence and humor. You don’t want the night to end, truly. 

When the bill comes, he takes it before you can even try. “Hey, I told you I was paying as a congratulatory dinner,” you frown. 

“That can be another dinner,” he says mindlessly as he signs the receipt. “I always pay on the first date.”

“Oh, is that what this is?” You beam at him, tilting your head, eyes twinkling. 

He smiles as he looks up at you. “I was thinking it was. I have at least a month off work now, to be wherever I want and I have nothing to do. I’d like to properly take my time to get to know you,” he offers, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. 

“It seems like nothing about you is proper, Javi,” you tease and sip your drink, quirking an eyebrow. 

He mirrors you, sipping his drink too. “That’s fair. But we’re in the nation’s capital, I suppose we should be a little more…”

You look at him and try to fill in the blank, smiling. “Practical? Traditional?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know what I meant to say there.”

You chuckle a little. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I like the sound of that.”

-

After dinner, you give Javier a little tour of Georgetown through the windows of your crappy car. The snow from earlier in the day has collected, dusting the tops of window sills and awnings over shop entries. Despite the snow, the car thermometer reads that it’s somewhat warm for the time of year.

There’s one warm little place with glowing lights. Despite the hour of night, it’s clearly open. Javier asks what it is. “Oh, that’s a little bakery,” you comment. “My favorite place, honestly. Their red velvet cupcake is fantastic.”

“That sounds good. I like chocolate more, to be honest,” he comments. 

You continue driving for a few seconds, rolling your eyes. “They have a good one there, but it’s so one-dimensional. It’s just chocolate with chocolate on top. Red velvet is the best because you have the cake and the tangy frosting, and-“

“Pull over?” Javier asks, and you look at him in confusion but pull into a parking spot obediently and quickly. 

Your eyes are wide in confusion. “What?” You ask him, concerned that something is wrong with the car. 

“I’m buying you dessert,” he chuckles and gets out. 

Your heart falls then and there for him. If you haven’t already decided, now you know that there’s no turning back. You want Javier Peña with a passion. “Jesus Christ, you could’ve told me that,” you laugh and turn off the car, getting off and bounding behind him. His long legs have already made strides ahead of you, leaving you to catch up. 

“You wouldn’t have stopped, would you?” He asks, the gentle snow leaving white flakes on his dark coat. He looks so pretty like this, the warm light from inside the bakery glowing against his dark hair. 

You roll your eyes but you’re smiling. “No, maybe not.” He opens the door for you and you thank him and follow him in. 

Javier walks to the counter and wastes no time. “Hi. I’ll take two red velvet cupcakes and two large coffees. How do you take yours?” He asks you as you join him at his side. 

“From my café,” you tease him, before turning to the woman behind the counter with a polite smile and asking for two sugars and two creams. Javier asks for his black. 

The two of you step back while she gets your order ready and you look at him, smiling a little. There are still soft white flakes in his wavy hair, which are slowly melting into water drops. 

You don’t know it, but he’s looking at you just the same. He admires you, smiling a little, just enough the quirk up one side of his mouth. “Thanks for buying,” you tell him and step a little closer. He’s warm, you can feel it radiating off of him, and the shop’s blasting cool air throughout. 

“Like I said,” he chuckles. “I always buy on the first date.” He reaches out to tuck a strand of your stray hair behind your ear. “Would you want to come up to my hotel room to eat the cupcakes?” He offers. 

You shake your head. “I work early tomorrow morning, I shouldn’t.”

Normally, Javier would be disappointed. Normally, he’d want to fuck you on the first date, leave you screaming his name until you can’t help but come back for more. But to his surprise, he doesn’t mind. He has a whole month to be with you, a whole month to fall for the woman he’s already half-lovesick over. “Not a problem,” he nods and walks to the counter as the woman calls that your order is ready. 

He hands you a large coffee, and you take a sip of the warm liquid, sighing. “There’s a little shelter out there,” you say, pointing to a bench with an awning above it to keep it clear from the snow. “Do you want to eat them out there?”

Javier half-smiles and nods. “That sounds good.”

It’s warm for the season, but there’s still a cool breeze. You hurry over and sit on the small bench, Javier sitting next to you. The sides of your thighs touch, and you’re both aware of it, the proximity this small bench forces you to squeeze into. Javier sets the box on his lap and opens it, revealing two red velvet cupcakes. “These look delicious.”

“They are,” you grin and pick one up, licking a bit of the frosting off the top and sighing in content with the taste. Javier watches you, and you’re suddenly very aware of the connotation. You look over at him with wide eyes, holding back a laugh. You both break down giggling at the action, your head falling against his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to do that like... that, I swear,” you shake your head as you sit up straight again. 

“You looked good doing it,” he teases you and bumps your shoulder as you unwrap the paper. “I’m going to save mine for later.”

You frown at him. “Come on. I have to be here when you try the best dessert of all time.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I’m too full. I’ll have it for breakfast tomorrow or something.”

“Javi,” you whine. “There’s no point of you getting two if we don’t eat them together. You have to eat it, come on.”

Javier looks over at your cupcake, which has one bite taken. “Let me take a little bite of yours then.”

An idea strikes and you nod. “Sure,” you say casually, holding it up for him to eat it. When he goes in to bite it, you move it closer to his face, causing the cupcake to smash into his chin and onto his nose.

Javier thinks he’s the one that missed. “Fuck,” he laughs as he crosses his eyes as he looks down at his nose, seeing the cupcake and frosting smeared on his face. He sees you giggling and laughs. “Hey, you didn’t… what the fuck?” He laughs, bringing his face close to yours. “That was uncalled for.”

“You were being a grump. I had to,” you giggle, your face naturally coming closer to his.

“And we don’t even have napkins,” he shakes his head and looks at you. “How can I clean this up?”

Tilting your head, your eyes dart between his, smiling at the dark brown color and the way they soften under your gaze. “I have an idea,” you murmur, cupping the side of Javier’s face and setting the mashed cupcake back in the box. 

Just a moment later, your lips are on his. His eyes have fallen shut and he sighs as you kiss him, a hand finding your waist and pulling you closer to him. He sets the box on the bench behind him and scoots closer, a hand on the side of your neck. 

He tastes like coffee and cream cheese frosting, his lips unbearably soft for such a hardened man. You soften him with your touch, when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. 

He’s in fucking Heaven, he thinks, murmuring your name against your lips. He knows you already, knows the kind of person you are. He’d figured you’d maybe give a chaste kiss on the first date if you liked the person enough. The voracity of your lips against his tells him you might just reciprocate the intensity of the deep ache in his ribs he feels for you. 

After a moment, you break away and smile softly. “I didn’t get all of it,” you frown as you see that there’s still some frosting on Javier’s nose. 

“At least now we match,” he teases and wipes your face of some red crumbs that transferred to your chin with the pad of his thumb. 

You giggle and press your forehead to his, the warmth of his body perfect against yours in the slight chill of the December night. “Will you come visit me at work again tomorrow?” You ask him. 

“Only if you make me a drink that tastes as good as you do.”

-

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[jaijaitbinks]

After everything that's happened, Ethan learns how to bake—making himself treats in the middle of the night when he's distressed about a nightmare.

Maybe he made his coping hobby baking so he'd have something good to think about when he hears the word "bake" instead of immediately being reminded of the Bakers—like his own form of therapy.

Maybe he just finds it to be one of the safest and calming hobbies available to him.

Or maybe he just does it so he'd have something to eat since he's a foodie and needs something in his system before he can tackle that night's issue.

Whatever the reason may be (he doesn't really care), he has a new talent now. And he appreciates it.

Karl always wakes up when Ethan bakes because the scent of fresh and warm cupcakes cutting through the usual smell of oil, dirt, and iron is too contrasted for him not to notice.

When he comes up from the basement to check in on him, he makes some shitty pun to announce his presence before slotting himself against Ethan's back and mumbling words of affirmation into his neck. He doesn't ask what's wrong because this is the 12th time this has happened this month and he knows Ethan wants to be calm and fed before opening up about which nightmare it was this time.

He keeps attempting to sneak little tastes of the frosting Ethan made when he's not looking, but gets his hand gently smacked when he tries anyway because he's so obvious about it. Eventually though, Ethan gives in and makes him a whole new, smaller batch of it just for him to eat while chuckling and making lighthearted comments of "you're annoying" and "I spoil you too much."

After that, Karl won't stop scooping up some of the damn frosting onto his finger and smearing it on Ethan's lips when he's distracted, licking it off and teasing him when he gets embarrassed. It's frustrating, but Ethan can't bring himself to scold him because he likes it too, as much as he hates to admit that.

If he was being honest though, Karl doesn't even like frosting that much, if at all. But Ethan's smiling and he took the time to make him some, so there's no way he isn't gonna eat it. Plus he has an excuse to mess with his boyfriend, and that's a good enough reason to keep eating it.

At some point, they finish up in the kitchen and move to sit on the couch and cuddle while Karl eats his frosting and Ethan eats his cupcakes (and fucking Karl won't cut it out with the frosting kisses, Heis stop–).

Eventually Karl asks what nightmare he had tonight warily, not really wanting to remind him even if he did know Ethan preferred to talk about it rather than bottle it up or try to pretend it didn't happen. With a vanilla cupcake in his mouth in some poor attempt to muffle his words, he replies "Village... Thought she was taken again..."

There's a mute pang of guilt, but he ignores it in favor of bringing Ethan closer, kissing his temple, and telling him quietly that "Rose is safe" and "she'll always be with a man like you protecting her."

And man does the phrase "like you" set off butterflies in his stomach. Thinking Rose needed someone strong to protect her and being told he was that someone always warmed him. Probably more than it should, but shut up he's flattered and happy about it.

All of a sudden, Ethan's the one smudging frosting on Karl's lips, smiling in what they both know is wordless appreciation and soft admiration, and kissing him.

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