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partycatty · 1 month

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a depressed and drunk johnny cage in his trailer on his birthday and we decide to surprise him. Us being a good bestfriend bake him a cute little cake with happy birthday spelt out in frosting and get permission to go deliver it to him.

what’s he supposed to do when he’s drunk and a cute little thing like us does something so sweet? sure it’s his birthday, but he thinks you deserve a gift and he ends up fucking you in his trailer.

love ya 💙💙💙

ARF ARF BARK BARK GRRR WOOF

johnny cage > happy bithday

you surprise your best friend on his birthday. he returns the favor.

warnings: smut ofc, he's drunk (i knowwww he's a canon recovering alcoholic BEAR WITH MEEE) SUB JOHNNY NATION RISE UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i kinda made him beg like a dog icl so hes kinda ooc oops

notes: INTENTIONAL MISSPELT TITLE!!! and this fic kicked my ASS. it took me like a week to get the courage to finish this holy fucking shit.

word count: 2.8k

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• you and johnny went far back. you had ties in the filming industry though you weren't on screen yourself. this drew you two together, even before you careers blossomed.

• you worked next door to his production, and you recall johnny expressing to you his annoyance for having to work on his birthday. he sounded... more miserable than usual, and it left a weird pit in your stomach.

• during your break, you ran into a nearby supermarket and purchased all the equipment you'd need: cake mix, frosting, sprinkles, and two numerical candles that spelled out 30. it took blood sweat in tears for you to bake this cake in record time, and decorating may have not been your strong suit but the purple frosting and gold lettering turned out... decent. hey, it's edible nonetheless!

• tip-toeing your way to his trailer, you were sure he had to be inside. you even double checked with his staff, and he was on an extended break while filming. standing at the door, you knock a couple times, and a stuffy, groaning voice responds.

• "m'busy," you know it's johnny's voice but it sounded far sadder than anticipated. hopefully the cake would cheer him up?

• you reply with his name through the crack in the door, and there's some shuffling before the door swings open. you don't even have time to wait or process the situation before johnny tugs you into his trailer by your arm. your face darkens slightly when you notice his flushed face and parted lips. his hair was messy, and the smell of alcohol poured from his mouth. the top few buttons of his dress shirt were undone, giving you a peek of his bare chest. any other situation, you'd be head over heels, but his appearance concerned you.

• "are you drunk?" you ask with a hint of bewilderment, and johnny can only wipe his eyes and nod weakly, giving you a lopsided grin that unfortunately makes you feel weak in the knees. you swore to god to never act on this little crush, since he was a celebrity and all, and you knew better than to put your genuinely good friendship at risk.

• "you made me a cake?" johnny's gentle, almost tearful voice tore away any anger that began to bubble up and replaced it with warmth. you nod and hold it out to him, and the faint candlelight flickers against his skin beautifully. he was so soft when he was drunk at times, and only you got to see this warmer side compared to his typical cocky ways.

• "it's... not my best work," you shrug sheepishly, looking down at the cake. when you look back up, you notice johnny's lashes are wet as they flutter, looking down at the cake with you. he sniffs, and wipes his eyes quickly.

• "you spelled it wrong." his smile doesn't falter but the tears threaten to spill.

• "what?"

• "doll... look," johnny's finger trails the iced words. "you forgot the R."

• oh, shit. you did. the cake reads HAPPY BITHDAY JOHNNY in the most confident gold lettering. the time crunch must've made your proofreading not too accurate. you blush and try to move the cake away from view, sliding it onto his vanity.

• as you were about to sputter useless apologies and try to move on, johnny takes a step closer and fully embraces your body in his large arms, his form completely overtaking yours and trapping you in his grasp. johnny's head buries itself in the crook of your neck as he squeezes tight, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

• on instinct, your arms try to wrap around his body, gripping his shirt tightly. johnny mutters something incoherent, his drunken ramblings a key trait of his state.

• "you're so sweet to me," he mumbles tearfully, peppering kisses along your neck. sure, he was affectionate typically, but he was kissing your neck. he was drunk, but... your heart fluttered.

• "hey, hey..." you rub his back soothingly, hoping maybe you could stop him from attacking your neck in hopes it'll cool your rising heat. "because you're my best friend."

• he whines into your neck, presumably in appreciation of your words. your neck begins to have a faint smell of alcohol.

• "such a sweet girl..." he doesn't stop. his hands wander to your lower back, pulling you in harder. this worries you, deeply.

• "johnny," your voice is warning as they find their place on his broad shoulders. "easy, easy, you're drunk."

• "whassat matter," he bites down into your flesh, making you yelp in shock. "mean so much to me."

• when his hands find their way to your ass, kneading at the flesh, you shove him away with furrowed brows. "you don't want this," you warn him, fighting every single urge to not pounce on him in that moment. "this is... really, really stupid, i mean, it's just a birthday-"

• johnny shuts you up quickly with a kiss, slamming his face against yours so hard you feel the clack of his teeth. his face cups yours, borderline squeezing your cheeks as his lips dance with yours. when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips and it sends you weak in the knees.

• "doll," he huffs, wiping his mouth. "birthday or not, i've wanted you for so long." he's breathless and nearly incoherent, like this was his only shot at what he truly wanted. johnny was infamous for admitting shit when drunk, so you knew that this was true for the most part. this was only reinforced when he suddenly dropped to his knees, level with your stomach as he placed fluttering kisses along the front of your shirt.

• "please, i..." he pressed his face into the fabric, fists bunching up around the back. "i'll make you feel real good, if you let me..." his hand snakes under your shirt, rubbing circles in the flesh of your waist as he looks up with pleading eyes. your hand moves downward, raking gently through his hair.

• "you really want this?" you ask gently, toying with his hair. "no going back."

• his lips brush against your stomach as he teeters between kissing the skin and speaking against it. "i want you so bad, doll."

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• all it took was your permission, and johnny was on you in seconds. he backed you into his vanity, sending various items clattering to the ground. he fit so snug between your thighs, settling there to make out with you. perhaps he didn't even notice, but he was gently rutting into you as your lips connected, expelling desperate whimpers down your throat that only fueled your long-time desire. his cock could just barely make out the dip between your folds, but he pressed a little harder and made you gasp when your clit received unexpected attention.

• johnny pulls you in by the waistband of your pants, pressing your bodies impossibly closer as he panted in your ear. "let me taste you," he begged in a low whisper as he hooked his thumbs under the fabric. "i'll be good, i'll be so good."

• jesus, it seemed he wanted to eat you out more than you wanted to be eaten out. you'd never seen this flavor of eagerness in a man and it admittedly took you some strength to not giggle at how johnny fucking cage of all people became a lost, drunken puppy between your legs.

• "go on, pretty boy," you pant as your lips brush. the smell of alcohol brings you back to reality for only a moment.

• johnny decided that words took too much effort and instead dropped to his knees before you, shoulders holding up the weight of your plush thighs as he parted them hungrily to not waste a second more.

• the poor man forgets to even remove your pants before he's pressing his nose onto your heat, eyelashes fluttering as his heart swells with adoration. your scent, your heaving chest, your pretty thighs weighing his shoulders down, it was all too much. his pants feel a size too tight as his boner strains against his slacks.

• you get his brain going by jumping your hips up to get your pants past your ass, letting him pull them down the rest of the way. he throws them far, far away and latches himself again onto your pussy, now only divided by the fabric.

• "you were so eager before," you groan, thrusting forward slightly to put more pressure. "take them off."

• "no," he mutters against your panties, the vibrations making you jolt. "want this to last." his tongue flattens, drawing a long stripe up the fabric. when your panties stick to your pussy, it makes out the shape and he groans at the tease.

• "hold on," he places your thighs back down, trying to calm his breathing and flushed face. "i... i need this first. please." he unbuckles himself and pulls his slacks down to his thighs, giving you a view of his rock solid boner. it honestly looked painful, and you felt pity even if he looked adorable like this. his eyes were downward, fidgeting with his loose belt in shame. he chuckles breathily. "it's so hard, it hurts."

• "that's..." you struggle to find words when your mouth goes dry staring at his thick imprint. "that's alright." your voice was flat, trying to hide your desperation at his need to ask for permission. he didn't need to ask.

• johnny swallows thickly and lets his pants drop, followed by his boxers. his cock was blushed and seeping with precum, twitching once when he looked back up at you. he lets out a small moan, getting far ahead of himself as he positions his hips against yours. he gasps when the contact is made, stuttering his hips ever so slightly. johnny's hands find your thighs again, squeezing down hard to ground himself to not cum immediately. sober and platonic interactions were already far too much for his raging desire for you, so actually getting what he craved was beyond overstimulating.

• you were sick of waiting, so you snake your arms to rest atop his shoulders, hands raking through his undercut. you grip down slightly and he bites his lower lip in response, eyebrows knitting together as his wet eyes burn through yours. you glide your cunt along his throbbing dick and he jolts forward, resting his damp forehead against your shoulder.

• johnny understands you're just as eager as him and begins to thrust into your damp panties, but quickly decides it won't give him what he needs, so he hooks them with his thumb and stretches them aside. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes are glossed over and all he can fixate on is your pleasure.

• his tip notches between your folds and settles nicely, earning a hiss from the both of you from the warmth. johnny bucks forward eagerly, sliding himself up and down seamlessly due to how soaked you were. your folds hug his cock in just the right way, and you feel yourself already feeling heavenly every time your sensitive clit bumps against his tip.

• "fuck, doll," he hisses into the skin of your neck, placing open mouth kisses. "i want to last, you're - ngh - making it so hard... so hard..." he trails off, groaning when you slip and make his tip kiss the entrance of your cunt, making his knees buckle. "'m gonna cum just from this... god, you're so beautiful, beautiful girl-" his praises become increasingly more high pitched and you can tell by the way he begins to stutter his hips that he's close, unable to last long and it's driving him wild.

• johnny wasn't ever this needy, ever this pathetic. you reduced the cocky a-lister to a near-sobbing mess as he slips across your cunt, finding a momentum difficult from how slippery the entire scene has become. his cock is soaked, dripping down his leg due to your arousal.

• just as your orgasm builds up, as does his, johnny pulls away and lowers himself, gripping the flesh of your ass to pull your hips to his mouth. now thoroughly soaked and clenching around nothing, your cunt is desperate for a release that johnny happily provides, latching onto your clit, and shoving two fingers deep in your hole. he flattens his tongue, shaking his head slightly and flicking your clit relentlessly.

• your orgasm rides up on you rapidly, overwhelmed by the direct pleasure and how filled you were from two of his long fingers alone. wanting to lurch forward as your body trembles, johnny uses his other hand to sit flatly on your stomach, pushing you up against the mirror of the vanity and forcing you to take his lapping and fingering.

• johnny couldn't stand to have your pleasure soak his cock, shockingly. he needed, needed to taste the mess you were making for him or he just might die. you shake, trying to writhe and twitch as your orgasm fights you in waves. loud moans are pulled from your throat with each pulse of pleasure. your arousal soaks johnny's face, effectively soaking his nose and chin as he devours all you have to offer. he matched your moans with high-pitched whimpers, brows knitting together as his eyes clench shut. he was in heaven just as much as you were.

• he continues to lap at you until you force him away by his hair, his mouth becoming borderline painful as he eats you out through your orgasm. you giggle, as it slightly tickles. johnny looks... well, still drunk, but now a new kind. pussydrunk? lovedrunk? either way, the glossy look on his face suits him.

• as your chest heaves, attempting to recollect yourself, everything about the situation comes back to reality. you just grinded against your best friend. your best friend made you cum from his mouth.

• "what's that look?" johnny asks, wiping his mouth with his forearm. his eyes are glittering with delight.

• "nothing," you shrug, his grin contagious. "you did good, johnny."

• "yeah?" he seems proud of himself, glancing downward for a moment. he squeezes your thighs lovingly, placing a gentle kiss on them before finally standing up.

• "yeah." just as you respond, you look down to his cock, wondering if maybe he'd need some help getting there, too. it seemed only fair, that is, until you notice it's semi-hard and soaked. you sit up and lean forward, looking past your legs and onto his trailer floor. cum is splattered onto the flooring, some of it dripping down his thigh. "you came from giving head?"

• "how could i not have?" johnny's sheepish at your observation, but owns up to it quickly as he tucks it back into his slacks. "you're incredible." his face is tinted pink.

• "you're too sweet," you giggle, and johnny helps you down from the vanity as your legs wobble. giving up on finding wherever the hell your pants went, johnny leaves for a moment and returns with a pair of pajama pants, presumably a pair he kept in the trailer for his princess naps.

• "look who's talking... hey, speaking of sweet," johnny laughs, rubbing his hands together. "you and me wash up, and we have some cake, yeah?"

• "i like that plan," as you jump into the pants. johnny visibly tenses up seeing your breasts bounce from the jump, and he can't ignore the way your thighs and ass jiggle. "where did i put it, anyway?"

• you both look around the trailer for a moment, the memory of placing the cake down hazy among the rest of the event. you let out a small gasp, realizing that the cake was on the vanity, the one you got fucked out on... or rather, it was. the cake was splattered on the floor, frosting spread out and depressingly smeared anywhere it could reach. you frown, and johnny hovers behind you as you both look over the mess.

• "that sucks," johnny sighs, but his voice sounds uplifting. "that's alright, i ate something better."

• "don't be gross," you giggle, swatting at his form behind you. "that was perfectly good cake."

• "we can make another," johnny offers. "together. and i'll make sure you spell it right this time." his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you in close and breathing in the scent of your hair. the sweat, perfume and natural smell you carried always drove him wild, but he was now comfortable enough to bury himself in it. you lean into his touch, sighing as the heat from your bodies provides the perfect comfort.

• "happy birthday, johnny," you mumble softly, rocking back and forth in his arms. johnny responds into your hair, his voice breathy and warm.

• "thank you, doll."

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Hi! I saw that requests were open, and I was hoping I could requests Poly!Lost boys (or/and with Michael if you can!) with a reader who’s owns a bakery? The boys take notice of a new shop on the boardwalk and peek in to see you.

(Reader is GN, and likes to dress cutesy as well!)

If You Give A Vampire A Cookie…

AHHHHH Michael my love🥺 yes of course I can write this for you💕💕 hope you like it!

Poly! Lost boys & Michael x GN cutesy Reader

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A bundle of black leather flashed down the boardwalk as Paul zoomed around. Marko was on his heels, laughing and trailing after him, “I told you we should have put him on one of those animal backpack leashes,” Marko called back at Dwayne as Dwayne followed the two blonds.

“If he doesn’t behave he’ll find himself on a different kind of leash.” Dwayne warned.

“Ooh Paul, hear that? you’re in trouble,” Marko singsonged.

“Yeah jokes on you Dwayne, I like that shit!” Paul yelled back as he ran.

Dwayne groaned.

David smirked as he watched Dwayne attempt to control the chaos twins on his own. David much preferred to hang back, his hand possessively wrapped around Michael’s neck as the two strolled along the boardwalk.

“Stay close pet, don’t want you running off like those two,” David cooed at Michael.

Michael rolled his eyes and slithered out of David’s grip, “I’m not a child David, I think I can manage myself on the boardwalk,” he paused, “and I’m not your pet either.”

David chuckled to himself, “whatever you wanna tell yourself love,” he said as he slid his arm around Michael’s waist, pulling him against his side.

He leaned in to whisper in Michael’s ear, “but I know you don’t mind what I call you when we’re at home. Maybe you’re just a house pet huh baby?”

Michael shivered as he felt his cheeks flush pink

“Stop it,” he whispered back nervously.

David pouted in reply, “thought you liked it when i played with you pretty boy.”

Michael’s blush deepened, “can’t you keep it in your pants till we get home?”

David smirked, “what can I say, you’re irresistible.”

Michael smiled softly as David leaned in.

“HEY GUYS,” Paul’s booming voice broke the pair away from their sweet moment.

“This better be good,” David grumbled.

Paul tapped his foot as he waited for the others to catch up.

Marko and Dwayne slowed to a stop in front of the blond boy, David and Michael not far behind. They looked curiously as Paul gestured to a little white shop they’d never seen before.

As the other four boys took in the sight, Paul pressed his face up against the giant window at the front of the store. He admired the pretty cakes, beautifully frosted and decorated with plastic floral arrangements. He drooled over the warm brownies wrapped in cellophane and tied with pink bows. But his eyes widened when he caught sight of the rows and rows of cookies displayed in a tray behind the glass. He’d swear he could already taste them.

He turned back to his boyfriends, “please, please, please can we go in and get something? I’ve been so good lately!” he begged.

Dwayne scoffed, “no you haven’t.”

Paul dropped to his knees and inched towards Dwayne, his hands clasped together, “please please please please,” Paul chanted, giving Dwayne his best puppy dog eyes, those always seemed to make him cave.

Dwayne sighed as Marko bit his thumb to keep from laughing. “David, what do you think? We got time before morning?”

David checked his watch, his arm still around Michael’s waist, “yeah we got time.”

“Yes!” Paul whisper-cheered to himself.

“Not so fast blondie,” David raised an eyebrow, “you got bakery money?”

Paul’s demeanor deflated as he looked through his shoe and cringed. “Michael?” he asked sweetly.

Michael rolled his eyes but smiled, “yes Paul?”

Paul pouted at Michael, jutting his bottom lip out and furrowing his brows.

Michael laughed, “ok fine,” he walked over to hand Paul a five dollar bill.

Paul sprang up and wrapped his arms around Michael, kissing him squarely on the mouth.

“I love you Michael!” Paul exclaimed as he pulled away.

Michael smiled and blushed, “I love you too Paul.”

Paul smiled and skipped into the store, Michael’s five dollars in hand, while David crossed his arms and grumbled.

Dwayne bumped David with his elbow as Marko and Michael slipped through the door. “C’mon, they need constant supervision,” he reminded David.

“Been tryna kiss him all night but nooo crazy blond shakes him down and he gets a smooch. Bullshit.” David mumbled under his breath as he followed Dwayne inside.

As David passed through the doorway his jaw dropped.

Michael, Marko, and Paul were already crowded around the counter talking to the most attractive human he’d ever seen (besides Michael of course).

You were wearing the palest pink uniform, and the brightest smile. He found himself absolutely transfixed.

As he approached his circle of boyfriends, he heard Paul’s persistent flirting.

“All these snacks baby but you gotta be the sweetest thing in here,” Paul winked, leaning over the counter.

You blushed, “that’s so kind of you to say, can I get you anything?”

“Yeah honey, give me three sugar cookies, I’m not real liquid right now…” he said as he hid the fiver in his back pocket, “you take kisses?”

You smirked and laughed, “I take money.”

He mock-pouted, “that’s ok sugar, I was gonna give ‘em to you for free anyway.”

Paul leaned in, but was caught by the back of the collar by Michael. “Sorry about him,” he said blushing.

Michael swiped the money from Paul’s back pocket and handed it to you, “for the sugar cookies,” he said, flustered.

“I’ll bring them right out,” you smiled.

Michael sighed wistfully as he watched you turn to grab the cookies from the back.

“What the hell man?” Paul asked, “I was about to seal the deal!”

“Paul,” Dwayne interjected, “what did we say about kissing strangers?”

“It’s fun?” Paul guessed.

“Don’t do it.” Dwayne and Michael corrected at the same time.

Paul pouted.

You pushed past the double doors, your arms filled with sweets.

“You all are the first customers I’ve had since I opened so I threw in a couple extra things,” you blushed.

You handed Paul the three sugar cookies, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek.

He flashed you a dopey smile as his hand flew to his cheek. “I’ll never wash this cheek again,” he sighed.

You giggled, “I sure hope that’s not true, you’d think you’d wanna keep a pretty face like that clean.”

It was taking all of Paul’s self-control not to jump over the counter and shower you with sloppy wet kisses.

You turned to Marko handing him a Sfogliatella. His eyes widened in shock, “I love Sfogliatella! I haven’t been able to find them anywhere,” he told you.

“My grandma’s recipe,” you smiled, “I love them too, I haven’t really seen ‘em anywhere in the U.S., so why not make them myself.”

Marko melted.

You looked at Dwayne, placing a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. “Dark chocolate chips instead of milk chocolate,” you told him.

“For a richer flavor?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Exactly!” you beamed, “thought you’d like it.”

His lips turned up into a half-smile, “thank you, that’s so thoughtful.”

You moved to Michael and offered him a big, gooey, brownie.

He blushed as he took it from your outstretched hands, “these are my favorite, how’d you know?” he furrowed his brow in confusion.

You shrugged, “call it baker’s intuition, you strike me as a brownie guy.”

He blushed, “talk about a sixth sense,” he mumbled, “you really are the sweetest thing in here.”

Your face flushed at his words as Paul grumbled that Michael had ‘stolen his line.’

David cleared his throat, “nothin for me love?” he raked his eyes over your form.

You laughed, “you just didn’t strike me as a sweets guy,” you clarified as you poured him a cup of coffee.

When you finished, you offered him the styrofoam cup, which he took from your gratefully.

“Clever little thing aren’t you?” he flirted.

“I like to think so,” you winked.

David’s smile spread across his whole face, “well if you aren’t the cutest thing…” he trailed off as he leaned on the counter.

Dwayne cleared his throat, prompting David to check his watch. Shit. Sunrise was coming.

He frowned, “gotta get goin’ sweet but we’ll be back,” he promised, winking.

You bit your lip, “I hope so, I’m here every night.”

You blushed as each boy reluctantly pulled themselves away and strolled out the door.

You couldn’t help but think moving your business to Santa Carla was the smartest decision you’d ever made.

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asuyaka · 9 months

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"Can we cuddle?"

☆ Gojo Satoru comes home from a long day at work, and wants nothing more than to cuddle with his sweet husband!

★ Fluff, Househusband! Reader!

You were in the kitchen, a soft light blue apron on dusted with flour and other dry ingridents. Your husband, Satoru, was currently at Jujutsu High doing god knows what with his students.

You know most of them, Megumi more than others since that was how you and Satoru met in the first place. Itadori and Nobara were extremely hyper which perfectly matched Satoru's energy. Seeing the three of them bounce around doing stupid shit was normal in the Gojo house, but you loved them all no matter what.

An automated ding! from the oven interrupted your karaoke session, hastily dropping the remote on the couch and rushing back to the kitchen. Putting on a pair of oven mitts and prying the oven open, the smell of freshly baked cake wafted through the air causing you to smile a little.

Gently, you emptied the cake out of its mold, putting it in the sink to wash later as you gathered the things needed to decorate it. Satoru told youa few days prior that they had an event going on between schools, the entire reason you were baking the cake in the first place.

You placed the frosting and sprinkles beside the steaming cake with a proud smile, softly humming to the beat of the music as you began washing the dishes, waiting for the cake to cool down so you could frost and decorate it.

The sound of the door opening made you look up, Satoru's face hung low as he took his shoes off, haphazardly tossing them somewhere as he made a beeline to the kitchen.

"Satoru? Baby, is something wrong?" You asked worriedly, rinsing your hands and drying them before the male had a chance to put his arms around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

Normally, he'd come home with a bright smile on his face, initiating a welcome home kiss before the two of you took a shower together, watch a movie or spend quality time together, before falling asleep. But this was out of the ordinary, and it made you worry like hell.

"Oh, Satoru... Long day at work?" You asked with a soft tone, rubbing his hair gently as he nodded, pulling you closer with a soft groan.

"Can we cuddle? Please?" Satoru asks gently, looking up at you with the type of eyes you physically can't say no to.

"Of course we can, just let me—" Interrupted by your husband carrying you bridal style, gently placing you on the bed as he curled up next to you, his long legs wrapped around yours with his head still stuck in the crook of your neck.

"Satoru, I have to get out of my apron first..."

"No. I don't care about the apron, I just... want to feel you." He mutters, wrapping his arms around you just so he could feel your hearbeat resonate with his.

Satoru was clingy with his main love language being physical touch, but seeing him so needy broke the last bit of willpower you had left as you sighed, placing a kiss ontop his hair as you lay contently, listening to your husbands breathing.

The cake would have to come another time.

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heartfullofleeches · 9 months

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Hopping Ship

Yan Rival Restaurant Mascot + G.N Reader + Yan Restaurant Entities

Slow day....

Right in the middle of lunch hour too-

Scarce to see the restaurant so empty like this nowadays. After starting the new shift, you genuinely began to ponder if you'd finally lost your hearing due to the one-sided shouting matches from customers before realizing there had been a single since you clocked in and the silence surrounding you was very much real.

With so much free time, you finally got around to completing some tasks you'd be putting on the back burner for a while and a few you picked up while the janitor was out on personal business. They were gone every other week of the month, but you stopped wondering where they went after seeing them crawl into a black van one night after closing shit. It's impolite to watch coworkers who appear to be wearing your missing coat drag trash bags into unmarked vehicles after midnight.

You swept the floors, decorated the back office with some of the flowers the mascot left you and read a couple of their letters, created a sign out for the bathroom succubus to please at least put a towel beneath the door when she went on of her many "mandatory smoke breaks", and other duties which staked your claim as the establishment's most valued, living employee - all accommodating in the treat you rewarded yourself with once your break rolled around.

Sitted at the back of the fridge, behind the cooler you kept your gifted deer kidneys from the crying figure in the woods - a single fruit cup shined in all its syrupy glory. You tended to avoid eating coworkers food until their names appeared in the papers, but this little delight was stapled with a friendly letter for whoever came across it.

"For you~ (yes, the one reading this)"

That in itself should've been warning enough, but you were too hungry to care and not really in the mood for greasy fast food or ice cream from a bastard ghost. It was the perfect snack. Tiered with fruits representing all colors of the rainbow separated by rich, fluffy cream you assumed to be whipped frosting or some type of yogurt.

Snagging the cup and a spoon from the dispensery, you head back to the front to eat just in case anyone shows up. First bite in and you immediately notice something off about what you've just willingly ingested. What should've a sweet, succulent strawberry tasted exactly like strawberry cheesecake. The creaminess of its taste compared to its snappy texture threw you off entirely. You nibbled on an apple slice which tasted just like pie. Not exactly what you were going for, but you needed something on your stomach. Mindlessly chewing away, a faint hiss comes from beneath the counter.

"Psssst."

Must be another gas leak.

"Y/n - down here!"

You almost wish it had.

Peering underneath, you make contact with the frantic eyes of a former coworker. His face was caked in mud and his lips cracked from the clear signs of dehydration. You grab a cup of water from the soda machine which he near inhales, plastic and all. You take your seat back at the counter, poking around at your cup. "Hey, Noah. What happened to you last we I thought you the storyteller told you to go get lost in the forest and get eaten by bears."

"I was a boyscout growing up and all the predator animals in this area are dead. Get down - it'll see you!"

"What will?"

He tugs on your sleeve. "The rabbit thing that's been throwing everyone into that van! It's right outside!"

"Mm?"

Sucking a cube of peach cobbler off your spoon - you you peer outsife where another mascot stood - gloved hand extended a with flyer to the customer approaching the the door. The anthropomorphic rabbit was dressed in a red and white hybrid of a nurse gown and a 50s waitress outfit down to the pastel skates it wore on its large feet.. When the customer ignores the paper and went out of their way to walk around the strange figure, the creature dropped the flyer as it clasped its hand around their neck and hurls them into the open van beside it. Slamming the door on their ankle - the rabbit suddenly bends backwards with an audible crack facing the register as its ears dangle at its feet, waving at you with its Cheshire grin. You chase a grape around the container with your spoon.

"They seem friendly."

Noah pulls harder on your clothes. "Quiet! We need to call the police."

"Mmm... nah, they never respond to any of our calls anyway."

He groans into his hands. "Ughh- Ojay, we'll figure something out - just, don't make look that thing in the eye.

Bit too late for that.

The rabbit mascot had scaled the restaurant floor in about the same time it too you to swallow the bland frosting that served as a palate cleaner for the tooth rotting sweetness. It contorts to match your height, button nose inches from yours.

"Hello, hello, he-llo - where have you been hiding?~ I was looking for you. "

".... Hey, Noah? Can you actually try the police to see if they'll show up this time?"

The rabbit chuckles. "Funny too. I knew you were a catch from the second I laid eyes on you. That's why I had to make sure our first meeting was special and there were no..." Its eyes fall to the counter." prying eyes... Anywho! Did you enjoy the fruits I left for you?"

You shrug, mouth full of sugary melon. "I guess."

"Fantastic! Those at my establishment prioritize a healthy, and tasty lifestyle. I certainly hope you don't mind us treading on your territory, but it was the only spot in town fit for our dream. If all things go according to plan, you won't have to worry about the competition at all! Onto my big question - would you care to join our team? An experienced crewmate like yourself is just what we need and if you start this afternoon - I'll even make you manager! Even deal, wouldn't you say?"

"....not really."

"Great!-...." Its ears fall flat against its skill. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I kinda like it here. Bring manager sounds like I'd have to do more work than I do now, and the the ball pit is a big factor to why I stay.

Soft clapping sounds from the play area. Confused, he mascot looks between your face and your half eaten cup. "Are you sure?"

You shrug again. "Pretty sure I am."

"Maybe take another bite and think about it harder?"

LYou shove the remaining bits of fruit in your mouth, using the time to chew as your grace period. "Positive."

"I see...." The rabbit's whiskers twitch as it snaps back to full height, spinning on their wheels towards the door. "No matter. I will be back for you another day with an offer you won't be able to refuse. Until then."

You look at the floor as they skate away. "I think it's leaving, Noah.... Noah?"

"Help me!"

You glance back up in time to see Noah being dragged outside and flung into the van as his captor grumbles something about just using sleeping pills next time. You official cross him off the schedule as you throw the cup away.

"If they'd just offer me their skates - I probably would've said yes."

You lick the spoon clsan as the ice cream machine whirls to life.

"Cheater!"

"Oh shut up."

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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16 behind the lens — chat going crazy !

scaramouche x g!n reader

˗ˏˋ scara point of view ´ˎ˗

“Welcome everyone,” Scara greeted as he pulled up the game lobby, and as usual, he was the only one ready, “Why are all these fuckers late?”

“Let’s all agree not to snitch on me this time,” he mutters, “Last time you guys snuck into Albedo’s chat and told him to vote for me,” he continues as he adjusts his camera. He’d put more effort into his outfit that day for a certain someone, causing him to start later than usual.

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so tell us about this y/n?? 😏

A small smile crept onto his face at the mention of y/n, much to his dismay, which didn’t go unnoticed by the chat.

“Don’t embarrass me tonight. They said they’re watching this stream,” he grumbles, stifling his emotions as he busies himself with decorating his character, “Also, it’s none of your goddamn business.”

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HE'S BLUSHING CAUGHT IN 4K

“Everyone here?” Tighnari calls out. They were all streaming from their respective rooms in the house.

“Guys, should I leave the cheese hat on or not?” Childe asks instead of answering, his voice in Scara’s ear as he ran around the lobby.

“Just start it,” Heizou says, and Scara could hear the smug grin on his face, “You guys are going to lose anyway.”

“Play nice, Heizou,” Kazuha reprimands as the game starts to load.

“You know he’s ruthless,” Star answers, and Scara gets a tight feeling in his stomach. It’s been a year since he’s heard Star’s voice properly, but instead of how it usually unsettled him it felt oddly familiar. Perhaps he was tired.

“Shut up,” Scara remarks, ridding himself of those thoughts.

“Make me,” Star easily responds, which makes Scara pause and everyone else crack up.

“The fuck,” he mutters, “Y/N isn’t going to like that.”

“Get ready to listen to them fight the entire game,” Venti sings.

“Everyone mute until voting,” Tighnari instructs as the game loads.

“I swear to the archons if I’m imposters with Childe again I’m killing myself,” Scara complains as he mutes himself from the main chat, knowing Childe would start defending himself if he heard Scara’s comment, “He’s always been shit at lying. One time he ate the cake I baked for Y/N and lied to me about it with frosting smeared on his cheeks.”

The screen on his computer loads and instantly his chat is flooded with laughter as he and Star’s characters appear under the screen as the imposters for that round.

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THEY ARE NOT GONNA GET ANYTHING DONE LMAO

“I take it back, I’d rather have Childe,” he mutters, joining a private call with Star.

“Hey partner,” Star calls out, laughing in his ear. It tickled his nerves.

“Shut up,” he says on instinct, “Do not be the cause of my first loss.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Star chuckles as they load in, “Who should we kill first?”

Scara trails behind Venti in the game, “Wait until two of them are together so we can double kill,” he offers, pretending to do tasks beside the blue character.

“I think Heizou saw me vent,” Star confesses.

“It’s been two minutes why are you this dumb?” Scara sighs as a meeting is called as expected and they all join the main chat.

Much to his surprise, Star defends themself with ease.

“I’m pretty sure Heizou vented in front of me,” Star falsely accuses, “I can’t be for sure though but he got there pretty quickly when my back was turned.”

“YOU BITCH!” Heizou yells into the mic, “You know damn well—”

“Babe,” Kazuha hums, “Deep breaths.”

“The fucking audacity,” he continues, “You’re the one who vented right in front of me!”

“Let’s just end the meeting, Heizou is trying too hard,” Scara interrupts.

“If this happens again we should vote out Heizou,” Tighnari says as the game resumes.

“I hate you all,” Heizou huffs as they all go on mute once again.

“I’m going to kill Venti,” Star says in his ear.

“Why don’t we sabotage first and double kill?”

“But he’s literally right in front of me, I’ll let Heizou find the body,” Star adds.

“Alright,” Scara muses, tailing behind Heizou, “I’ll do tasks with him.”

He follows Heizou into the Medbay, where as expected, was Venti’s dead body.

They both join the main call and are immediately hit with accusations. None against them though.

“WHO KILLED MY VENTI,” Aether cried out.

“It can’t be Scara since he was with me,” Heizou thinks out loud, “Childe has been real silent.”

“That’s because I cannot figure out how to do shit in this game,” his best friend whines, “I would never kill Venti.”

“Can anyone back up Heizou’s location?” Star questions.

“He wasn’t with me, he’s lying,” Scara answers, his lie garnering a gasp from Heizou.

“I swear to the archons above if you guys believe him,” Heizou starts, getting riled up.

“I’m with Scara on this one,” Tighnari hums.

“No, don’t do this. Kazuha please,” Heizou wails, “You guys are making a mistake!”

“I’ll vote for Childe,” Kazuha softly laughs, not able to rid of his fondness for the other male even during a game.

“Simp,” Aether comments, “I’ll avenge you Venti.”

They all place their votes, and apart from Heizou and Kazuha, it’s unanimous.

Heizou gets voted out.

“Why did we slay that,” Star comments, their giggles ringing in his ear once the two of them are back into their private call. He shakes the light feeling that it fills him with. Absurd.

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not him gaslighting

“I’ll admit we worked well together,” Scara hums, distracting himself from having Star directly in his ear by walking around the game’s floor plan.

“Why can’t you just admit we make a good pair?” Star asks, taunting him and following behind him.

“We don’t,” he sighs.

“We would make a great pair!”

“Mute yourself I’m sick of your voice,” he grumbles.

“You’re in your denial stage.”

“Enough, Y/N is watching.”

“You talk about them often,” Star muses.

“Jealous of my love life?” Scara smirks as they pull off a sabotage.

“Nothing to be jealous of,” Star huffs.

“You’re not slick.”

“I just think me and you fit better.”

“Is that the hill you want to die on? Because I can make that happen.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Star retaliates as they both walk into a room with Aether and Childe in it. Aether doing his tasks and Childe attempting to.

Words go unsaid as they silently agree to go through with a double kill, easily slicing their friends. A discussion wasn’t needed to know they should self-report. They worked too well together, it made his stomach churn.

“I literally saw Kazuha go in for the kill,” Star says as soon as the call loads, “I’m betting it’s him.”

“How could you accuse me of such a thing?” Kazuha muses and Scara can hear the smirk on his lips, “It was obviously you.”

“Well, there were two bodies so it’s Kazuha and someone else,” Tighnari comments.

“Unless he killed one then let the cooldown run and killed the other after,” Star thinks aloud, “We all know Childe still doesn’t know how the game works.”

“See, now you’re thinking too highly of me,” Kazuha laughs, “I can’t pull that off.”

“You didn’t because we’re going to vote you off,” Scara replies.

“Guys,” Kazuha starts, and it’s like Scaramouche can hear his pout, “This isn’t fair!”

“Life isn’t fair,” Tighnari says as he puts his vote in.

The victory screen loads in and Star cheers in his ear.

“We did pretty well, didn’t we?” Star asks, eager for his approval.

“I guess we did, good job,” he muses, hoping Y/N stayed until the end to see him annihilate the others.

“Scara complimenting me?” Star sarcastically gasps, “A dream come true.”

“It’s more of a nightmare.”

“Are you insinuating you think of me while you sleep?” Star says, their voice in a low murmur in his ear. Scara finds himself swallowing and his cheeks growing warm.

“Stop being a perv,” he manages to croak out, joining the main call so he wouldn’t have to be stuck alone with Star for longer than he had to. He wasn’t flustered, just annoyed.

“I TOLD YOU GUYS,” Heizou shrieks as soon as everyone loads into the main voice call.

“I believed you,” Kazuha answers, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

“I’m so sorry, Venti,” Aether calls out, “I couldn’t avenge you bestie.”

“It’s alright, you served well,” Venti solemnly says.

“Can we go again I think I figured out the controls this time,” Childe ponders.

“I’m killing myself for getting duped by the duo who despise one another,” Tighnari sulks.

Scaramouche tunes them out as he gives his attention to his chat, which consists of them all complimenting his and Star’s skills. He tears his eyes away from it, calling back on all the out-of-character comments they made throughout the stream.

In response he opens up a new tab and pulls up Star’s stream, listening to how they were praising his skills. He hastily exits it.

“Let’s do another round,” Aether huffs, determined as a new game loads in.

Scaramouche exits his zoned-out state and gets back into his streamer personality, masking the incoming fleet of emotions.

He couldn’t help but steal a glance at his phone every now and then, expecting a certain someone to get his mind off everything.

No new notifications…

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev | next

hope u guys liked the scara pov 🤭

ik u can have ten ppl in among us but i was too lazy to edit all that and realized too late so 🤷

lmk if u see urself in the twitch chat HAHA

zhangrenlin on ig as scara

guys my among us knowledge is limited it has been years so dont come for me if i got shit wrong

author’s notes — BRO THESE EDITS TOOK FOREVER YALL DONT EVEN KNOW I DID EVERYTHING FROM SCRATCH INCLUDING THE CHARACTERS SO PLS LOOK AT THEM 😇 was rlly fun tho i was looking forward to editing this chapter the most

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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satcrvz · 3 months

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CHAPTER NINE; you aren’t slick.

navi

you’re walking to the kitchen, trailing behind megumi then swinging to his left. there’s a huge mess in the kitchen, majority caused by yuuji. yuta smiles at you, and you smile back, but not before noticing all the food on his hands and shirt.

you scan the mess, and then at the boxes left out. “what the fuck are you guys making? there’s like, one, two, five, seven boxes on this counter..?”

“yn! um. there’s like 2 things in the oven, cupcakes and a pizza”. as if they weren’t weird enough. you look over at megumi and he has a disgusted look across his face. you smack him, trying to signal that he should say something.

megumi finally speaks up, “what’s this shit looking thing.. in the cup?” yuta sighs, “that was supposed to be, what do you call them? a mug cake, but yuuji left it in too long”.

“i have.. so many questions and not enough answers” you continue, “call me down when the shit in the ovens done. only if it tastes good though”

. . . .

you coincidentally go back down to the kitchen just before the icing is on the cupcakes. your face lit up instantly, “guys i wanna decorate one!” you make your way over and push yuuji out the way “move yuuj” they’d already put the frosting into the piping bags, which were really just plastic bags with the corner cut.

after you pick one up, yuuji speaks, “you should decorate all of them to be honest, make one for me, yuta, nobara, and megumi”

“since when was this her stream?” yuta says teasingly. ooookaayy. you end up throwing the piping bag at him, somehow he manages to dodge, nobara was unfortunately walking up to you guys, and it hit her instead. it was almost as if it were a staged movie.

you cover your mouth out of shock, and as an attempt to mask your laughter “sorry babe… that was not supposed to hit you”

somewhere in between that incident and now, war had completely broke out in the kitchen. you’re not quite sure how, but you were having fun. anything and everything was being tossed from end to end, and occasionally one of you getting close enough to smear whatever food it was on the other. the four of you were separated, nobara and yuta teamed up, and you and yuuji.

“where the fuck did she get oreos from?” yuuji ducks for his own safety. nobara and yuuji were practically going at it like siblings, as normal. you and your little crush however… oh you were so not ready for your twitter timeline.

short chapter!

i actually like this one tbh

nobara has an eagles eye or some shit

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simplysable · 2 years

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How would the Four Lords react to S/O who bakes really extravagant things for them?

Genuinely none of them would know what to do and I’m here for it

Resident Evil Lords With an S/O Who Loves to Bake 🧁

Alcina Dimitrescu

It’s two in the morning, what idiot maid is making a racket in her kitchen-!

Oh it’s you!

Why are you being so loud in her kitchen, of all places?

She sees you shove some bowls behind your back

“Nothing to see here, Alcina! Nothing! You should go back to bed, like, now!”

You were acting odd, but she was exhausted from her meeting with Miranda earlier in the day

“Okay, I will, but I want an explanation for this in the morning. Be quiet, please.”

She got an explanation in the morning

“Miranda was being a bitch, and the girls weren’t helping, so I decided to make you a cake to cheer you up. Surprise?”

Alcina was, in fact, surprised

You stayed up making this all night

And it was gorgeous

It looked like a goddamn wedding cake

Three tiers, fully frosted and decorated with little flowers

“Darling, you made this for me? Oh thank you! You must be exhausted! Come, take a break.”

She had no idea what to do

You made this for her? With your own two hands? And you took hours out of your night to make it instead of sleeping???

You baffled her

She loved you so much

She cooked you a huge dinner that night and praised your cake when you ate dessert

The girls ate that shit in minutes

God she loves you, and she wants you to know it

Donna Beneviento

…were those macaroons on the counter?

With little cursive Ds written in chocolate on top of them?

And a few set aside with little As on them?

You need to drag her out of her room because of how flustered she was (she hid)

Donna is the definition of bashful

She has no idea what to do with this! No one makes her things, especially not you!

She’s supposed to make you things, not the other way around!

Angie expresses Donna’s true emotions, much to your satisfaction (and Donna’s dismay)

“Hon, these things are the best things EVER! You need to make them more! Oh oh! You should make some for Heisy-weisy and put some special herbs in them!”

“…you know what I mean, right? We’re making the metal man get STONED!”

Donna hastily shoves her hand over Angie’s mouth to make her stop talking

It does not stop you from laughing

Or from planning

Donna really is thankful, though

She’s so happy that she found someone so amazing that would go out of their way to make macaroons for her

She’s smitten

Absolutely smitten

And a little embarrassed

Salvatore Moreau

Something wasn’t right

Not that something was wrong, per se, but something was just… different

The lake didn’t smell like it normally did

It was lacking the normal amount of stank, in Sal’s opinion

It almost smelled… sweet??

He followed the smell

And promptly broke down crying

There you were, in his gross kitchen, wearing an apron that Donna made for you

Holding a fresh, wonderful, dozen doughnuts, all glazed and frosted

You just fuckin.. made this for him!?? What-

You turned around, looked at your doughnuts sadly, and asked, “are you allergic to gluten?”

After stopping the flow of tears, Sal explained that no, he wasn’t allergic to gluten, he was just surprised

How did you even make this? And why did you make them for him?

Turns out, you had been requesting specific baking supplies from the Duke, and you stealthily hid everything until you were ready to bake

“But- but why would you do something for me? I’m so.. gross! I don’t want your wonderful treats to go to waste!”

You set down the box, walked over to him, and gave him a lil smooch on the forehead

“I made them because I know you have a sweet tooth, and because I love you, Sal! Do you think I would spend all that lei on baking supplies for someone I hated?”

He tearfully smiled, sat down with you, and ate the best damn doughnuts he ever had

He had no idea how to express his sincere gratitude and surprise other than showering you in compliments

He loves you, so, so much

“Wait, love, how much did you spend on the supplies?”

Aaaaand the waterworks are staring again

Karl Heisenberg

What in the hell was getting the lycans so worked up?? In his fucking kitchen, no less

They normally kept their dumb noses is places where they were supposed to be

But in his kitchen? And this hyper?

He thinks the fuck not

Karl storms in there, hammer blazing and bashing any lycans that were in his way

“What the hell is going on in here? Scram! Go the fuck away! Leave before I turn you into a soldat! Oh, what?”

You were in the kitchen, swarmed by a horde of lycans that were acting like puppies, feeding them something

“Oh, hey Heis. Sorry, I couldn’t get them out.”

“Well what the fuck were they doing in here in the first place?”

“They smelled the cookie batter and came running.”

“The what?”

He was confused

Why were you making cookies? The last time Miranda had them at their “meetings” they tasted like ass

Why were you baking ass

After you explaining that cookies normally don’t taste like ass, you shoved one in his mouth

He was pissed

But then very happy (even thought he didn’t really show it)

You made these for him? Well, he’s happy he picked such a babe to be his partner for life

“Hey, thanks! I’m gonna show these to Miranda and tell her how bad hers were.”

He loves your cookies

And so do the lycans

Hope you like the baking headcanons! Sorry this took so long to post!

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sturniolos-blog · 3 months

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Request: CUTE Matt fluff where reader is just having a hard day but he knows everything that makes her feel better :)

Hard day - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings: arguing, swearing, fluffff, kissing, matt being cuteeee

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7:08pm

I grew frustrated as i tried to read the directions to bake a cake, my friends having a birthday party and for some reasons she needs a second cake just in case, so im trying to make it for her,

but my days already been stressful, work was really really tough, i barely see my boyfriend, and i feel like im not good enough for anything anymore.

I sighed as i read the box, patience wasn’t really my thing, and i can’t even-

“Hey baby!” Matt says as he walks in, placing his keys down on the kitchen island.

I jumped and dropped the egg on the floor. “Shit! Matt!” I yelled, slamming my hands on the counter and letting out a frustrated, tear filled sighed.

Matt comes up and puts his hand on my hip, “Y/n, what are you doing, love?” He asked softly.

“No- what are you doing? You scared the shit out of me i-” I look up and see Matt looking upset, guilty even.

“I’m sorry it was just a reallly hard day and payton asked me to bake a second cake for her birthday party and you know how bad i am with directions and i can’t…” I trail off and sniffle, wiping my nose with my hoodie sleeve, “I’m sorry.. It’s not fair i’m taking it out on youX” I whispered.

Matt shook his head, “No, no baby. It’s alright, i get it. We all have our days.” He rubbed my back and pulled me in for a hug, he kissed below my ear.

“Do you wanna go take a fresh shower and lay down? We can watch a movie.. you need to relax, babe.” He said softly, he ran his fingers through my hair as i pulled away from the hug.

I nodded and he wiped my frustrated tears that fell from my eyes, “Let me clean this up first..” I motioned towards the egg that was on the floor.

Matt shook his head, “No, no. Go take a shower. I got it.” He urged.

I gave him a deadpan look,

“Go.” He said again. I sighed and complied.

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8:02pm

I walked downstairs after my much needed shower, in matt’s over sized t shirt and a pair of my sweatpants.

The first thing i spot is the living room, my favorite movie on the tv, just waiting to be played. A candle on the coffee table with a bunch of snacks, soda and candy. The couch filled with pillows and blankets.

I walk into the kitchen, “Matt? what is all this..” I trail off as i see Matt licking frosting off his thumb,

“What are you doing?” I laugh, He smiles at me.

“How was your shower, baby?” Matt drops the tube of frosting he was holding and walks up to me.

“It was good, but you still haven’t told me what you’re doing.” I laugh again, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into a hug, he kisses my neck softly, i let out a satisfied hum, he smiles against my neck, he pulls away then kisses my lips.

“I made the cake.” He says.

My mouth dropped, “what? Matt, no!” I scolded, walking away from his arms and to the counter, my mouth dropped as i see a beautiful red velvet cake, decorated very nicely.

“You didn’t…” I whispered.

“I did,” He giggled, “and now..” He spins me around and pushes my back softly against the counter, kissing my lips a couple times, when he goes to pull away i pull him in for a longing kiss.

“…We can go relax on the couch, and eat all that junk food.” He said, his hands on my hips.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” I looked up at him.

He shook his head and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the living room and down on the couch, i laughed as we started cuddling.

“You made my day so much better.” I kissed Matt once more.

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jakeysbuttsheeks · 4 months

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Godfather v11

Warnings: : profanity, age gap , mature themes, slight piercing play , asshole Jake , crying, other shit

Pairings: Jake x fem reader

It was finally your birthday. 18 was a huge deal for you. It meant alot of things. It mainly meant it was time for you to move out .

You'd already been saving up money so you could get your own apartment. You hated the fact that it was time for you to move out. You knew Jake would still let you stay with him whenever you wanted but you couldn't burden him like that even if it broke you to be apart from him. He was an adult with his own life afterall. You could see him at work anyway.

Jake had no idea you were already planning to move out. He knew what you turning 18 meant but he didn't think over the fact that you wouldn't have to stay with him anymore.

After yelling at you that night , you and Jake had made up again and everything was back to normal. No more ignoring and no more weird tensions.

Except there was one thing that had changed. Whenever Jake got the chance to give you a kiss or a peck on the forehead or on your cheek he would take it immediately. It had become a daily thing that he would ensure he kissed you at least once a day.

And you didn't hold back on it either. You kissed his cheek everytime you wanted to thank him for something or greet him . You didn't even know how this started but it had become like a daily ritual and you craved to get a chance to kiss him more than anything.

This was never repeated outside of home though. The both of you mentally implemented that it was only something you'd do when y'all were alone. It would look odd to other people, you defended.

"y|n come open my present" Sam clapped his hands excitedly. You had cake smeared all over your face because of Josh. He's attacked you with the frosting after you blew out the candles.

You take the box , neatly covered in sliver wrapping paper and smile at Sam before pulling at the tape.

"Sam-! Thank you!" You gasp as you unravel the box of Converse high tops. You wanted a new pair for ages. He laughs lightly as he hugs you , you wrapped your arms around his neck and give him a squeeze, being sure not to get any cake on him.

"here" Jake taps yous shoulder making you break away from Sam to get your face wiped.

You close your eyes tight as Jake wipes off the frosting on your face with a focused expression.

He'd been soo extra for your birthday. He wanted to do all these crazy things and you to argued with him to just make it a simple birthday party. In fact you didn't even want a party but Jake insisted.

He got cake and decorations and you couldn't have been more flattered at the effort he put into all of this and the way he was so serious about it.

"thanks Jake" you say quickly turning around to put the box of shoes down.

"wait I'm not done" Jake stops you , pulling out more wet wipes and wiping next to your ears and hairline. You watched him as he focused on your face , his hand holding your jaw while his other hand wipes your face gently, making sure to get off all the cake but not mess up your makeup. You couldn't help but smile at him.

He noticed you smiling and met with your eyes before a soft smile broke over his focused expression.

"y'all want the champagne? Jake lets go of your face and looked behind you at the others , his brothers and family friends and your friends. The party was chaos and too many people. You would rather spend it watching tv with Jake on the couch with your feet up on his lap .

"wait I haven't opened your present" you say to him .

"that's fine. You can open it later. I'm not going anywhere." Jake's hand goes up to pet your head.

"don't be shy Jake" you walk past him to grab one of the last presents there on the table. Jake rolls his eyes and watches you pick up the present he gifted you.

It was a thin flat emerald green wrapped rectangle . he watched you open it , he was smiling but his eyes were nervous . He was nervous because he didn't know if you would like what he got you.

"jake-" you say sternly when you unwrapped part of the present, revealing a white glossy box with 'chanel' written on it. You remember telling Jake you loved one their necklace's you saw once in a tik tok.

"what the fuck- Jake?" You gasp when you fully uncovered it . You looked up at him almost angrily and he shrugs at you.

"how much was this?" You ask.

"why would I tell you? it's a gift" Jake laughs. You breathe in sharply, almost scared to see what was inside because you knew you would be able to take it.

"open it" Jake pushed , noticing you were hesitant.

You finally opened the package , finding the most beautiful necklace you've ever seen, it was the one you wanted. How the fuck-

"jake-" your voice barely audible.

"do you like it?" Jake asks.

"it's- I can't-" you shake your head and look up at him . He had the corner of his bottom lip tucked under his teeth nervously as his eye studied your reaction.

You wanted so badly to lean in and smash your lips against him . Maybe of you gave him the slightest peck no one would notice? , you wished. You were so greatful to have him and you knew you would do almost anything for him.

You threw yourself at him , placing a quick peck on his cheek, dangerously close to the corner of his mouth before wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your chin over your arm that went around his neck . He chucked slightly as you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

"see that right there...is favouritism" Sam points. Josh smacks the back of his hand on Sam's chest and gave him a glare befor smiling back at the two of you having a moment.

The party had finally started to die down . Jake managed kicking as many people out as he could, knowing you were starting to feel overwhelmed with the crowd.

You were sitting with Josh , he was telling you all about how you must make more posts about him because he's the face of the band and other crap.

"I think everyone deserves as much light as you get Joshua" you second, with a laugh.

"you're only saying that because you like Jake so much. But trust me he doesn't even like the attention" Josh held his hand out to over his cheek as he whispered to your ear.

"I like all of you the same what do you mean?!" You laugh.

"yes but you like him more ,don't you?" Josh asks, his point shifting into something completely different.

"What's not to like- I mean he's always been there for me, I've always liked him." you shrug , trying not to sound suspicious.

"he really likes you too you know" Josh says , completely seeing through you.

"He told you that?" You ask .

"He didn't have to" Josh smiles because you ratted yourself out with your curiosity.

"he's always 'y|n this y|n that'. always putting you first. excited to go home because you're there , talks about you all the time, it's so annoying" Josh rolls his eyes and you feel the most embarrassed you've ever felt. Your face getting red hot and your stomach felt like it was flipping inside out repeatedly. You didn't even know what to say to that

As you open your mouth to say something Josh's eyes fix something across the room , catching his attention and distracting him from your response.

"Sam that's mine! Put that fucking down!" Josh stood off the couch to go to Sam and you couldn't want to thank Sam more for saving you from the situation. You smiled as you watched Josh and Sam fight like children.

Once everyone had left you and Jake silently started to clean up . Initially he started pick up the beer bottles and plastic cups from around the place and you started helping him after you saw him.

"i got it it's fine" Jake smiles as he watched you help him clear the trash.

"you really shouldn't have" you say , ignoring what he told you.

"what? The necklace you mean?" Jake asks.

"yeah" you answer, throwing the trash you picked up into the garbage bag that Jake was holding.

"I wanted to get you something nice" Jake presses, his smile never leaving his face as he continues to clean up.

"yeah well you should've have. I think you should-" you speak but he cuts you off.

"oh don't say you want me to return it-" Jake whines and slaps the trash bag against his leg.

"it's too expensive!" You protest.

"Don't pretend like you don't love it" Jake squints at you , giving you an almost bitchy look and you bite in your laughter.

"it's actually the most hideous thing I've ever seen truly" you set in a fake character as you speak , raising your eyebrows and closing your eyes.

"oh yeah sure!" Jake laughs , his hands lunge out to grab you before you could scream and try to run away but he had tackled you onto the couch as you tried to fight your way out before he began his torcher.

His fingers mercilessly tickling your sides as your tried to run away , he was faster and stronger and your started to get tired from screaming out for him to stop while hysterically laughing your guts out.

"stop please I can't-! My stomach hurts!" You scream , tears brimming your eyes and your cheeks aching.

"say it then" Jake laughs back at you , enjoying the torcher he was giving you.

"I love it! I love it it's amazing!" You admit , screaming breathlessly and he finally stops and almost falls onto you on the couch .

He was tired too. His hair curtaining around his face , going down to tickle your skin as he hovered over you , his hot breath hitting your face , his heart thumping rapidly from the excitement as his eyes met yours .

And there it was again, the undying agony of wanting to just close your eyes , lean in and kiss him . The desire so bad it almost completely mutes out the consequences of kissing him.

But you can't help it though. Looking into his brown eyes that screamed 'kiss me please I'll do anything'. And his lips that practically looked like the most kissable thing , a literal heart shape.

You did it. You didn't know if it was the few sips of alcohol or the need to kiss him that made you do it . Maybe both .

But you leaned up and held his shoulders, finally pressing a kiss to his soft lips. You felt his lips part as he gasped against your mouth . You knew he was going to pull away rapidly and probably smack you or something, but you didn't care , you wanted to embrace your only chance of getting to kiss him and blame it on the liquor afterwards and hopefully it'll all be okay.

But to your suprise you just felt his body tense up. You forced yourself to break, opening your eyes to looking at him all flushed and eyes wide. You couldn't read his expression. He either wanted to puke , or he liked that you kissed him.

"shit- Jake I'm sorry" you come back to your senses as you sat up , Jake getting off you and sitting beside you on the couch , his eyes wide , staring at the floor .

"why did you do that?" He asks , turning to look at you.

Fuck , he didn't like it. Of course he didn't like it . What were you thinking? You wanted to cry.

"Jake I'm sorry- I don't know I've just- I really wanted to so i- I didn't mean- I'm so sorry!" You start to panic.

"you wanted to?" Jake asks , turning to look at you like he couldn't believe what you were saying.

"I drank too much I'm sorry-" you lied. You felt sick. He just stared at you , like he was trying hard to read you.

"right" Jake mumbles to himself with a nod as he looks away , taking in a sharp breath as he stood off the couch.

"right you're just drunk" he spoke . More like he was trying to convince himself. Cuz why else would you ever kiss him , he thought?

"I'm so sorry Jake-" you whine, tears brimming your eyes but he cuts you off.

"no- no it's alright. People do stupid things when they're drunk , it's alright" he speaks .

"let's just forget about it yeah?" Jake gives you a stiff nod. His words broke you into a million pieces. Why would you ever want to forget it? You nod anyway .

"Imma- I'm gonna go to bed" jake spoke quickly, walking away to his room without saying anything more , leaving you on the couch alone and heartbroken.

You went up to your room , finding yourself in your sheets crying again. You wished you were drunk enough to forget you kissed him but at the same time you wished you could record the feeling and play it back in your head whenever you needed .

Jake immediately grabbed his phone , calling up his twin . He was almost shaking with overwhelm.

"what the fuck jake-" Josh whined through the phone .

"Josh! Back then at the release party you said you've seen the way y|n looks at me , what did you mean?" Jake talks fast.

"that's what you called me for !? I just started to fall asleep! You're ruining my beauty sleep! If I'm shit at practice tomorrow it'll all be you're fault and I'm not-" Josh starts to scream at him but Jake cuts him off .

"y|n kissed me" Jake states , making Josh go dead silent. Josh sat up in his bed , processing what Jake just said .

"what?" Josh spat , staring at nothing in shock as he held the phone to his ear.

"she kissed me-! I don't know! We were having a moment and the out of nowhere she leans in and kisses me , and I freak out and she started apologizing and saying she was drunk i-" Jake rambled and this time Josh cut him off.

"are you out of your mind?" Josh states in deadpan.

"wha- I swear I didn't do anything Josh! She kissed me! I didn't even kiss her back!" Jake panics.

"you didn't kiss her back!?" Josh practically yells.

"Jake are fucking stupid or what, you stupid fuck. Imagine what she must be feeling. She obviously wasn't drunk all she had was fucking champagne!" Josh yells .

"imagine she does like you , you just fucking made her feel stupid!" Josh scolds and Jake wished his brother was there to tell him this in the moment.

Jake cut the call without even saying anything back to Josh , leaving him offended, but too tired to care so he just went back to sleep.

Jake took himself upstairs. He could feel the nerves set in as he approached your room door.

"y|n?" Jake called with a small knock on your door. You didn't answer. You were too humiliated with yourself to face him anytime soon. He probably wanted to have another 'talk' and ask if you want to move and stay with his parents again , you assumed.

You heard him rattle the door knob slightly to open the door but you'd locked it . Good thing.

"y|n I know you're awake" he says. You still stay quiet, wondering if you should open the door and hear what he had to say .

"open the door . I wanna talk to you please" Jake speaks , his voice desperate, making it hard for you to ignore him .

"I'm sorry" he continues.

"i know you didn't kiss me because you were drunk y|n. You only had one glass of champagne" Jake says and you feel your heart pang. Josh must've said something to him for sure, you thought.

"let me in-" just as he spoke you opened the door.

"I'm sorry" Jake spoke.

"can I come in?" He asks and you nod , opening your door for him wider and letting him in before closing the door behind him.

He stands facing you ,but you refused to look at him , looking anywhere else but at him.

"did you try on the necklace?" He asks. And you look at him confused. All that had happened and this is what he came here to ask about?

You shake your head , looking over at the box on your bed .

"try in on" he says as you listen, going over to our bed and carefully taking the necklace out of it.

Jake had followed behind you , taking the necklace from you and motioning you to back-face him . You felt goosebumps run over you as he placed the necklace on your chest while his warm fingers brushed over the back of your neck as he put the clasp on .

You turn around to face him , his eyes looking down at the necklace around your neck , perfectly sitting between your collarbones .

"you used to be such a little thing. Now look how grown you've gone" Jake says , hoping to start a nice conversation . But you say nothing, looking up at him slightly confused. What did he want to say? Was he trying to let you down slowly? Did he know how you felt about him? Or did he want to say he felt the same?

"you look beautiful" Jake says before his eyes flicked up at you , you could feel your face get hot . There was tension in the hair . Jake had something to say , but he was stalling .

"you think?" You ask , your hand going to to play with the pendant self-consciously.

"you're really that afraid of what I think?" He asks and you lose feeling in your feet completely, blood rushing to your head , you throat getting dry and your heart rapidly thumping.

"I shouldn't have kissed you Jake i-" you start, shaking your head and avoiding eye contact but he stops you .

"look at me" he says and you feel like your legs melt into the floor as you look up at him. It was hard to lie to him when you looked straight in his eyes .

Jake was fighting the urge to stare down at your lips . There was something about your dull lit room that made you look irrestable . Jake came here to clear this up , but now here he was lost in the thought of kissing you .

You feel his fingers touch your hand before lacing them between your fingers, your eyes move down to look but his other hand holds your chin up to keep your eye contact with him. Was he going to kiss you? You would just die if he did.

"would it be horrible i said I've been wanting to kiss you too?" Jake asks softly, his eyes on your lips. You feel your stomach flip inside out as you open your mouth to answer but you couldn't say anything when Jake's thumb caressed your bottom lip, stretching it slightly as his eyes stare down at it . He was fighting demons , you could tell by the look in his eyes .

You raise yourself up on your toes to meet his lips again, your eyes fluttering shut , unable to resist the urge to kiss him when he looked at you like that . but you were taken back when you felt his lips crash into yours first.

You kissed him back immediately, taking his lips in yours as he leaned into the kiss more , moving you back slightly before you kissed him even harder , pushing into him so there was not a molecule of space between y'all , the kiss was oozing in desperation. You finally got the one thing you wanted , and it was even better than you'd imagined.

His hands held your waist , sliding up your back gently as your gripped the collar of his tshirt in your fists , never wanting him to pull away now that he'd given in.

You took his bottom lip in your mouth and bit on it slightly, to give you access to his tongue, licking your tongue into his mouth and you moaned into the kiss when you felt his tongue rub against yours welcomingly . You hissed when you felt his tongue rub over your piercing , but you liked it .

"stop-" Jake breaks the kiss , panting slightly, his lips pink and coated with saliva. You look at him worried as you let go of his shirt. You were slightly dazed from the trance you went into .

"y|n we can't do this-" he says , clearly hating the idea of pushing it away himself.

"but jake-" you try to speak but he stops you.

"no y|n. We just can't" Jake shakes his head . Post-realisation had hit him . He would be doing your dad so wrong by this . Jake was basically like your older cousin, your dad's best friend. He couldn't live with it no matter how much he wanted it .

"jake-?!" You raise your voice as he turns to leave.

"we're just drunk" he says as he closes the door after him .

As you watch him leave you wonder , was he playing some sick game ? Was he having fun playing with your feelings ?

Or did he want the same thing you wanted ? Did he feel to guilty to admit it? Did he know what you meant to him ? Did you mean the same to him?

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starrylothcat · 11 months

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Sweet Thing

Wrecker x Female!Reader One-Shot

Summary: Wrecker has a crush on you, a local sweet shop owner. Will he find the courage to ask you out? (maybe…with a little help from Omega) 5700 words

Warnings: None? Fluff, dummies in love. A little spicy make-out and a tiny bit suggestive at the end but nothing explicit.

Author’s Note: So I accidentally deleted the ask like a dumb dumb 🙈 The prompt was “You look so beautiful in this lighting” from @wizardofrozz ! I’ve been wanting to write a Wrecker fic for awhile but I’ve been nervous 😅. I think Omega would totally be a little shit (in a loving little sister way) if she knew one of her brothers had a crush. Shout out to the wonderful @l-lend for helping me with this! Seriously tysm. I hope y’all enjoy. ❤️

Incredible moodboard made by the talented @saradika

The Marauder touched down in Ord Mantell City, the engines powering off as the ramp lowered to the ground, the ship’s durasteel catching the last rays of sunlight as dusk settled over the planet.

Before the ramp had a chance to lower completely, Omega sprinted down the platform, buzzing with excitement. “C’mon, Wrecker! Let’s go!” She turned, seeing him trying to keep up with her, hurrying down the ramp himself.

“Omega, we all need to talk to Cid before you and Wrecker run off. It’s getting late.”

Hunter walked down the ramp, watching as Omega tugged at Wrecker’s armored arm toward the marketplace.

“But we always get treats from her right after a mission! We won’t be gone that long, right Wrecker?” Omega gave Hunter a dewy-eyed look, glancing between him and Wrecker. A look she knew Hunter couldn’t refuse. “Please?”

“Ya, we won’t be gone long! I’m starving, anyway. Those ration bars never hit the spot!” Wrecker agreed, wanting to join Omega. He wasn’t just excited at the prospect of food, though.

Months prior, Wrecker had found your sweet shop by pure happenstance, wandering with Omega in search of Mantell Mix after a mission. They had taken a different route than usual and noticed your humble stand in the mix of the bustling marketplace. Your handmade treats looked irresistible, perfectly placed in your small display case. Impeccably decorated cakes with different colored frostings and glazes, mouth-watering fruit tarts, hand-pies, jelly candies, custards, and other sweet confectioneries.

Your shop became Wrecker and Omega’s new post-job ritual, Mantell Mix quickly a memory of the past. Your treats were amazing, there was no denying that. But Wrecker, surprising himself even, began to look forward to seeing you more than tasting whatever you had cooked up since you last saw one another. You were easy to talk to, kind, talented, not to mention easy on the eyes. Wrecker began taking any opportunity he could to see you when he had downtime between jobs.

Hunter sighed, knowing he couldn’t fight the look on Omega’s (or Wrecker’s) face.

“Okay, just be back at the bar before long. We have a lot to discuss with Cid.” Hunter gave Wrecker a glance, more soft than stern. “I mean it, not too long.” It wasn’t a secret Wrecker had been spending more time at your shop lately. “At least have Omega back before dark. And bring back some jellyfruit cakes while you’re at it.” Even Hunter couldn’t deny your sweets were some of the best he’s ever tasted.

Omega beamed and leaned up toward Wrecker, getting on her tiptoes. She cupped her hand to the side of her mouth as if she wanted to tell him a secret.

“She’s probably waiting to see you, Wrecker!” She giggled, whispering with an impish twinkle in her eyes. Wrecker stuttered for a moment as Hunter raised an eyebrow, hearing Omega’s not-so-quiet statement.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about…” Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. But he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Wrecker, it has not gone unnoticed that you spend a lot of personal time at that sweet shop. The owner of said shop has more than likely perceived you are not just there to purchase her confections. Though you do purchase a lot.”

Tech walked past, just coming off The Marauder, speaking matter-of-factly, also hearing what Omega had said. He suddenly stopped, looking up from his datapad and over his shoulder, glancing back toward Wrecker.

“More precisely, she may even assume you have what Omega has defined as “a crush.” And perhaps shares that sentiment.”

Wrecker snapped his head toward Tech, completely at a loss for words, thoroughly embarrassed now. He turned to Omega, giving her a desperate look.

“I-I don’t! I just erm…like her sweets is all!”

Echo appeared at his side, who had also just exited the ship, nudging Wrecker with his good hand. “It’s ok, big guy. From what I can tell, I think she likes you, too. So you don’t have much to worry about.”

Echo smirked as he followed Tech, leaving a stuttering Wrecker behind with Omega and Hunter. Am I really that obvious? Wrecker thought, his face feeling like it was on fire. Of course I am.

Hunter chuckled, placing his hand on Wrecker’s shoulder, seeing how flustered he was at his brother’s teasing. “If it means anything, I agree with Echo and Tech. Go see her. But like I said, Omega comes back before dark, okay? And don’t forget those cakes.”

Wrecker shifted on his feet, his heart thudding in his chest. Hunter patted his brother’s large shoulder, giving him a knowing look before following Tech and Echo to Cid’s parlor.

Wrecker groaned, looking down at Omega as their brothers left them standing near the ship.

“Omega! She ‘prolly doesn’t like me like that! What did you tell Tech?”

Wrecker still felt the heat on his face as they started toward your shop. Omega peered up, giving him a sly look. “But you like her, right?” The glint in her eyes was downright diabolical. “And I didn’t tell Tech anything! I just mentioned once you might have a crush on her, that’s all. It’s kind of obvious.” She shrugged.

Wrecker cleared his throat, thinking of your smile, how your eyes light up when you see him in the crowd, or how the sides of your eyes crinkle when you laugh at one of his jokes, a musical note that echoed in his thoughts constantly.

“You’re blushing, Wrecker!” Omega giggled as Wrecker groaned again and rubbed his face with his hands, the heat not fading.

“Fine!” He let out a deep sigh. “I guess I do. I dunno…she’s nice and pretty and…” Wrecker’s shoulders slumped, knowing Omega was on to him. He did have a crush. You were more than just nice and pretty, though.

Wrecker saw how immaculately you decorated your sweets, how careful and gentle your hands were. His hands were steady and careful too, but trained to deal in explosives, things meant to destroy. Your hands created, and he was entranced any time he watched you delicately pipe frosting flowers or stylish Aurebesh characters on cakes and pastries. He really did like you, and not just because you were talented in food-making.

But how could he ever tell you or expect you to be more than friends? He has thought about telling you how he feels, asking you to dinner or something of the sort. But he always hesitated. Your livelihoods were completely different from one another. You probably wanted someone more…normal. He was an outcast clone, not quite knowing what the future held for him and his family. He had resigned to the fact that his crush would stay just that.

Omega peered past Wrecker, who was deep in his thoughts, staring at a colorful flier that was hung up on a post as they continued walking down the marketplace. Omega ran over to what caught her eye, reading what the flier said. Omega’s eyes widened, looking back at Wrecker. “Wrecker! There’s going to be a fireworks show!” She ripped one of the flyers off the post, hurrying back to him, holding it up for him to see. “Look, it says tomorrow night! We should all go, I’ve only seen fireworks in Holonet vids…oh, I can’t wait to tell Hunter!” Omega clutched the flier, staring at the artwork and large letters announcing the event on the paper.

Wrecker snapped out of his thoughts, and couldn’t help but smile at seeing her so happy at the idea, acting like a kid should. “Yeah, big explosions in the sky, right up my alley! It’ll be great! We’ll definitely go!” Wrecker glimpsed down at Omega, who now had that impish twinkle in her eyes again as she did before when talking about you. “You should invite her to go with you!” Her eyes darkened. “You should ask her on a date.”

“Omega…” Wrecker started, feeling heat creep up his neck again.

“Wrecker, I bet it would make her happy! She likes you, I know it. I can tell! Even Tech notices!”

Wrecker rubbed his face again, the thought of asking you to the fireworks show as a date made his heart rate increase. He couldn’t catch a break today, it seemed.

“I dunno, Omega…” She watched as Wrecker’s ears turned red. Omega folded the flier, putting it in her bag. “You’ll never know if she likes you back unless you tell her how you feel! I saw a vid on the Holonet recently where the two characters liked one another but were too afraid to say it and…”

Wrecker stopped walking, kneeling down to Omega, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Look Omega…I know you’re just tryna help but this isn’t a Holonet vid. It’s a little more complicated than that…she’s a good friend and I’ll think about it, kay? I appreciate you looking out for me.” Omega pouted a little, but understood, knowing she was pushing a little hard. Wrecker smiled and ruffled her hair, causing Omega to giggle as he stood back up, continuing toward you.

“But if I did ask her on a date, ya really think she’d say yes?” Wrecker glanced down at Omega as they walked, fixing her now messy hair. “I do, and I think she’d be silly to say no!” Omega grabbed Wrecker’s hand, giving it a squeeze of encouragement. He swallowed, now actually considering this plan. “Like I said, I’ll think about it. Now let’s get going, it’s getting dark and I’m starving!”

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You couldn’t help but glance up every few minutes, hoping to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd of Ord Mantell City. You were trying to focus on placing the finishing touches on some meiloorun tarts you planned on selling tomorrow, but every louder-than-usual laugh or tall frame you caught in your peripheral made your heart jump momentarily, your eyes scanning the marketplace. You were hoping it was him. You were always hoping it was him.

You remembered the first time Wrecker and Omega visited your small shop. They had excitedly approached, wanting to try everything.

You were intimidated at first, as Wrecker’s large frame and scarred face loomed over your small stand. But his warm smile and look of pure delight at your homemade goods pushed any nervous thoughts away immediately, especially when you saw how gentle he was with the small girl that accompanied him. They had almost sold you out that day, exclaiming they would be back whenever they could.

You began to expect them often, eager to see both Wrecker and Omega push through the crowd toward your stall. Omega was always excited to tell you about the job they had just returned from, and Wrecker always unabashedly told you how your sweets were better every time he tried them, the best in the Galaxy, even. He even brought his brothers along sometimes, who also couldn’t resist your baked goods.

More and more, Wrecker would linger at your stall whenever he could, talking with you, asking if you needed help moving things, watching you work and asking questions.

You sometimes had Omega help decorate your goods, much to her delight. Wrecker was also a great advertisement, whether he knew it or not, frequently bellowing how tasty your sweets were, which caught the attention of passing patrons. Talking was easy with him, and he made your day brighter, go by faster.

It seemed silly, but Wrecker made you feel special. He seemed genuinely interested in how you made each treat, asking questions about the baking process or what ingredients you used. He especially liked watching you decorate cakes, your steady hands creating beautiful edible patterns without mistake. You felt you could be your authentic self with him, sharing your passion with someone who enthusiastically listened. You couldn’t help but fall for him.

You tried to focus on your tarts, your mind now thoroughly distracted by your secret feelings for Wrecker. You imagined being held in his large arms, cradled against his broad chest as it rumbled with his deep laugh. Oh Maker, I’m in deep, aren’t I? You thought. A tiny, anxiety-ridden voice in the back of your mind you constantly tried to snuff out became louder. Why would he like you like that? He’s a soldier on the run. You’re just…you. Get a hold of yourself. He likes your sweets, that’s all. You sighed, feeling foolish at thinking you and Wrecker could become something other than friends. But before you could let the negative thoughts bother you more, you heard your name, loud and joyful. You looked up, seeing Wrecker towering over the crowd, vigorously waving to you with Omega in tow.

The anxious feeling that had moved to your stomach turned into butterflies at the sight of him. Omega ran up first, her eyes glued to your display of desserts for the day. “Woah Wrecker, we gotta try every single one!”

Wrecker approached next, smiling, his eyes on you instead of the desserts.

“It’s been a while. It’s good to see you.” You said softly as you set the meiloorun tarts to the side, meeting Wrecker’s eyes. Wrecker could feel his face heat up at your gaze.

He noticed a smear of frosting on your forehead, and some powdered sugar in your hair. You were beautiful. “Erm yeah…we uh got caught up with some stuff, we just got back. But it was nothin’ we couldn’t handle!”

“Yeah, we wanted to come see you right away!” Omega’s eyes peeked up at Wrecker, nudging his leg a little with her foot. Wrecker gave her a quick, confused glance.

“I’m glad you’re here, because today I have some new specials!” You pulled out a few sweets from your display shelf. “Spice rolls, savory puffcakes, and zoochberry jelly squares. The jelly squares are a new recipe, let me know what you think! Here, take a sample!” You placed two in your hand, holding them out for them to take.

Wrecker knew he couldn’t deny you, his fingers brushed against yours as he took the small desserts from your hand. Goosebumps ran up your arm as you felt his surprisingly gentle touch against your palm, wondering what it would be like to have your hand fully in his. Wrecker handed one to Omega, both popping the dessert into their mouths.

“Mmmm, it’s delicious!” Omega exclaimed between mouthfuls. Wrecker nodded in agreement. “I know I say this a lot but…it’s your best yet!” Wrecker grinned, his face absolutely lighting up as he complimented your dessert. “Aw, you always say that!” You teased, wiping your hands on your apron.

Wrecker chuckled. “Well, it’s true.” Your heart swelled at his compliment as you fell into familiar conversation, catching up from when you saw one another last. In this case, it had been about a week, since their last job went longer than expected. The sun had now set, Wrecker and Omega still sampling treats and talking as you helped other customers.

It was fully dark now, and Wrecker knew Hunter was probably grumbling about Omega not being back yet. You turned away to start filling a box for them to bring back to their brothers, and Omega nudged Wrecker’s leg with her foot again, slightly nodding her head toward you. Wrecker shook his head, trying to get Omega to drop it, knowing she was bugging him about asking you to the fireworks show.

Wrecker’s stomach dropped as he watched Omega sneakily pull out the fireworks flier from her bag, pointing at it, and then pointing at you. “You should ask her! We gotta go soon!” Omega whispered through her teeth, trying to stay quiet.

Wrecker sighed internally, his belly on fire with anxiousness. He knew this was his chance to ask you. He could face 100 rancors without hesitation, without fear. He already spends time alone with you at your shop. It seemed like a good idea to ask you out tonight, but now that he was here in front of you, he was frozen in his tracks.

“What’s that?’ You asked, turning back to them and seeing Omega holding the flier in her hand.

“Oh, there’s a fireworks show tomorrow!” Omega exclaimed as she excitedly bounced on her toes. “We saw these fliers on our way here.” She held it up for you to see.

You nodded as you filled their box with two of everything, throwing in some extras as a surprise. Omega quickly nudged Wrecker with her foot again, this time a little harder, more like a kick.

Wrecker gave Omega a stern, but pleading look, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

“Are you going to go?” Omega asked sweetly.

“Oh…I’m not sure.” You placed a few more goodies into their box, placing it on your small counter.

You had seen the fliers the previous day, knowing about the event already. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say you didn’t imagine you and Wrecker holding hands, watching the fireworks together. You had half an idea to ask Wrecker to go with you, but the thought of rejection quickly shut down that idea in your head. Silly thoughts.

“We are going tomorrow night! You should, too!” Omega looked up at Wrecker, her eyes flicking toward you.

“Oh, I don’t want to impose on you and your brothers. I have some new recipes I want to test out, that’s what I’ll probably be doing tomorrow night.” You closed their box, turning your back to them again momentarily to find something to secure the box shut.

Wrecker knew this was his chance, and knew deep down that Omega was right. If he ever wanted to explore if you and him could be something more, he had to ask you. Omega was just trying to look out for him, though he could do without the kicking. That’s what little sisters are for, right?Even if you said no, at least he could say he tried. Wrecker took a breath, finding some confidence as you were turning back toward them. It was now or never.

“Would you go if…um…you went with me?” Wrecker stuttered out, suddenly fully wishing he could sprout wings and fly away, heights be damned.

You were stunned for a moment, staring at him. Did he just ask me what I think he did? You hope you hadn’t misheard him. Was he asking you on a…date?

Wrecker tried to steady his nerves, waiting for your response, bracing himself for you telling him no. For a man so large, he felt small in this moment, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

Your face lit up, your eyes shining. “Wrecker, I’d love to join you.”

Now Wrecker was momentarily stunned, not fully expecting that answer. His mind was trying to process the fact you had said yes. “We can meet here tomorrow, before the show?” You questioned, knowing you were blushing but didn’t care, handing over their large box of sweets.

All Wrecker could do was dumbly nod, his brain short-circuiting. “He’ll be here, don’t worry!” Omega beamed, speaking for Wrecker, taking the box from you, elated at the exchange that had just happened before her.

Wrecker nodded again, finally finding his words. “Yeah…uhh… I’ll meet ya here tomorrow!” A weight had lifted off his chest, noticing your flushed cheeks. You looked even more beautiful than before.

Omega nudged Wrecker, but this time more playfully, her eyes saying “I told you so!”

“Oh, we gotta pay!” Wrecker’s mind was running a mile a minute, finally taking his eyes off you as quickly starting to rummage through his belt pockets to find credits. He felt foolish for almost walking off without paying, especially after just asking you out on a date.

“Oh no, it’s on the house tonight!” You waved your hand, refusing payment.

“Are ya sure, we are getting a lot and you work so hard…” Wrecker started, feeling flustered still trying to find where he put his credits.

“You can pay for my dinner tomorrow, then we’ll call it even.” Your statement made him lose his train of thought once more, letting your words sink in, solidifying the fact that you were indeed going on a date. “Oh…” Was all he could say.

“Does that sound good?” You asked quietly, fidgeting with the hem of your apron, the butterflies in your stomach threatening to explode out.

“Yes, ‘course!” Wrecker grinned, feeling giddy now, still not quite believing that you had agreed to go with him.

Wrecker wanted to stay and talk longer, but knew they had to go. As if Hunter read his mind, Omega’s commlink beeped. “Wrecker, I think we gotta go, Hunter is probably grumpy that we aren’t back yet.” Omega stepped away, talking to Hunter on her device, letting him know they really would be back soon.

Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck. “We gotta go…but I’ll see ya tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course, you shouldn’t keep Hunter waiting any longer for his cakes.” You giggled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Your lips turned into a small smile, and Wrecker wanted nothing more than to taste them and see if they were as sweet as your desserts.

Wrecker gave you a shy wave as he turned, walking away with Omega.

You waved back, watching them disappear into the dark haze of the marketplace, your smile not fading even after they were gone.

“See, Wrecker? I told you she’d say yes!”

Omega seemed satisfied, chomping on a sweet she had taken out of the box, a spring in her step. Wrecker rolled his eyes playfully, this time nudging her with his foot, gently, of course. “Yeah, yeah! And next time, lay off the kicking, ‘kay? But thanks for the encouragement.” Omega giggled, happy for her brother, who himself felt happier than he had in a long time.

—The Next Day—

As promised, Wrecker met you at your shop in the late afternoon, the sun beginning to dip in the sky. You got dinner to go, and any pre-date nerves you both had were gone almost immediately as you walked through the marketplace, making easy conversation.

Wrecker already knew he didn’t want this night to end, his eyes glued to your face, watching every laugh at one of his dumb jokes, every movement of your lips, every light that caught your eye, wondering how he was so lucky to have met someone as incredible as you.

The sun disappeared behind the buildings, and street lights and neon signs of shops that would usually flicker on stayed dark, in anticipation of the fireworks set to start soon. The streets became more crowded as citizens left their homes and businesses to catch a view of the show.

“I guess we need to find a spot to watch the show.” Wrecker realized, looking up at the surrounding buildings that blocked any view of the sky.

“I know a spot.” You lightly touched his arm, gesturing down the road. Wrecker felt your touch, warmth spreading up his arm and to his chest as he looked at your hand and down at you. He wasn’t wearing his armor tonight, just donned in civvies, a thin layer of clothing separating his skin from yours. “C’mon, this way.” You gently tugged, leading him down between some buildings. He followed, your hand falling off his arm and back to your side. Wrecker had half a mind to take your hand in his, but didn’t want to cross any lines.

“There are stairs that lead up to the rooftop right over here. I come up here sometimes when I need a break.” You turned down an alleyway between buildings, starting up a steep set of stairs that led to the roof. Wrecker started up behind you as you led the way. You both got to the roof, and you weren’t lying about the view. You were above most buildings, your view of the sky unobstructed.

“Hm, the city almost looks nice from up here!” Wrecker joked as you sat on a discarded supply crate.

“That’s why I like to come up here. Get above the city, out from the grime for a little while and clear my head.” You patted the space next to you, inviting him to sit. The crate wasn’t that big, so Wrecker sat close to you, your bodies almost touching, the crate shifting under the added weight of Wrecker. He was worried it might break at first, suddenly feeling massive against your small frame almost pressed up against him. But he relaxed, seeing you comfortable with him being so close.

There was a slight hum of electricity in the air, buzzing between the two of you now that the night had come to its zenith.

Was now the time to tell you how he felt? Wrecker was thinking about it all night, waiting for the right moment to tell you how much tonight meant to him, how much you meant to him.

Wrecker’s mind raced, trying to think how to breach the subject without sounding like a creep or ruining everything. You were having the same thoughts, your leg slightly jiggling in anticipation, trying to think of the right thing to say in the now heavy silence. Wrecker opened his mouth to speak, but a large BOOM rang in your ears, the dark rooftop flashing with light, startling you both.

The show had begun.

Both of your attention went to the sky as more fireworks shot up from all over the city, cracking and banging, colors and sparkles filling the skyline. It was dazzling, and Wrecker couldn’t help but grin as the fireworks exploded above. He had never felt so content, sitting here with you, his stomach full for once, and watching explosions fill the sky. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

Wrecker sucked in a breath as one particularly big firework exploded, shimmering in all the colors of the rainbow, lighting the city in different hues, rendering Ord Mantell City almost unrecognizable. But Wrecker wasn’t staring at the fireworks anymore. His eyes were locked on you. Feeling his gaze, you turned your head up toward him, watching as his face desperately searched yours.

The colors reflected in your eyes, haloing over your head as more hues illuminated the darkness around you. You were so radiant, and he was overwhelmed with emotion. “What?” You asked softly, his gaze intensifying. Wrecker’s heart hammered in his chest, wanting to say how amazing you were, how beautiful you were, all the things he thought but never could say out loud. Wrecker let out the breath he was holding. You were waiting.

“You look so beautiful in this lighting, is all.” Wrecker uttered before he could stop himself, the words feeling natural as he spoke what he’s been keeping inside since he first saw you.

Your eyes widened at his soft statement, butterflies dancing in your chest as you watched a deep blush heat up his face.

“You mean that? You think I’m beautiful?” You moved closer to him, reaching out and gently placing your small hand on his much larger one, finally closing the distance between you.

You wanted him to know it was okay, that you wanted nothing more than him.

Maker, you wanted to kiss him.

Wrecker swallowed as he felt your hand on top of his, nodding his head.

“Y-yes…I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…from the second I saw ya…” Wrecker searched your eyes, the colors seeming to swirl around you. You brought a hand up to his face, brushing your fingers across his scars. You couldn’t find words, hoping your touch would be sufficient in relaying your feelings. He leaned into your hand, moving his head down closer to yours. “I care about you a lot, Wrecker.” Your voice shook with emotion, your own feelings now spilling out. “I’ve liked you for a long time…”

Wrecker stopped breathing as your lips were inches from his, your fingers tracing the side of his face. You needed to feel his lips on yours. “I’ve liked you for a long time, too…” Wrecker whispered, his voice low. “Can…can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

That’s all he needed to hear as Wrecker brought his lips to yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. You were surprised by his tenderness, knowing he was holding back, afraid he might hurt you.

With one hand still on his, Wrecker slowly brought his free hand to your shoulder, squeezing gently, wanting to press you impossibly closer to him. Your lips tasted sweeter than any of your desserts. Soft, perfect. Just like you.

The hand you had on the side of his face continued to caress, causing shivers to run down Wrecker’s spine. He’s never been touched so gently before, and he was completely undone as your lips moved together, the city backdrop falling away, the sounds of the fireworks fading.

The kiss deepened as your want for one another ignited like a firework, shooting up into the unknown and exploding with warmth and fervor.

Wrecker brought the hand that was under yours to the back of your head, his fingers twirling in your hair, bringing you closer to him, careful not to hold you too tightly. You gasped slightly into his mouth at his touches, a different type of desire beginning to burn in your belly, wanting more of him, all of him.

You moved your hands to his biceps, gripping the hard muscle under your fingers, kneading and feeling up his arms to his chest, resting your hands there, feeling his pectorals twitch under your fingers. You knew the power that lay beneath, but he was treating you so carefully, you couldn’t help but melt against him. Wrecker let out his own low groan, feeling your tender touch.

You’ve been wanting him like this for so long, you felt like you were floating, hoping this moment would never end.

Finally, you both pulled away to take a breath you both desperately needed, your lips swollen, breathing in one another’s gasps.

“You taste so much sweeter than I imagined. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted.”

Wrecker panted, wanting more. You were all that existed, all that he needed.

“How often did you imagine that?” Your lips were still close to his, and you could hear the longing in his voice.

“Every day.” He wrapped both arms fully around you, catching your mouth with his again, more passionate, more confident.

You smiled against his lips as his tongue tentatively probed at your lower lip. You let him in, pressing yourself fully against his broad chest, your hands moving from his chest to cradle the sides of his face, the kiss intensifying. He groaned at the sensation of your tongue against his, feeling your soft body under his hands, hoping this wasn’t a dream and he’d wake up without you, alone.

Wrecker became more bold, both his large hands moving to slightly squeeze at your waist, moving up your torso, wishing there wasn’t a barrier of clothing between his hands and your skin. He moved his lips to the the side of your mouth, placing sloppy kisses down the the side of your neck, trying to steady his racing heart as he felt your own rapid pulse against his lips. You lightly touched the back of his head, bringing his face up to yours. You both wanted to continue this dance, your bodies and minds on fire, burning brighter than what was still flashing in the sky, but the fireworks show was almost at its end.

Wrecker nuzzled his nose against yours, pressing light kisses to your cheeks, the side of your jaw, and back up to your lips. He didn’t want to stop tasting you.

“I care about ya a lot...” He muttered between kisses, his voice husky, now feeling lighter than air as his feelings were now out, no longer eating him up on the inside. You hummed in agreement, feeling the same way, trying to get your heart rate under control. “I care about you too, Wrecker. You’re special to me, more than you know.” You laid against his chest, feeling safe and secure in his arms. You sat there for a moment, entangled in one another, watching as the finale extravaganza erupted above you, the real world coming back into focus.

“Thanks for inviting me out tonight.” You mumbled into his chest as his hands rubbed your back, knowing you had to leave the roof sooner or later, darkness enveloping you as the last firework shimmered out, lights starting to come back on over the city, marking the end of the show.

“Thanks for saying yes. I regret not asking ya sooner…” He chuckled, his deep laugh reverberating in his chest, feeling the vibrations against your entire body as you sat, watching the city glow and come back to life.

“I guess you’ll just have to take me out more often to make up for it.” You glanced up at him, hugging him tighter.

Wrecker grinned, leaning down and giving you a quick, soft kiss. “I plan on it, if you’ll let me. But tonight’s not over yet, do ya want to get dessert?” He mumbled against your lips. “I always have room for seconds, ya know that.”

His eyes flashed with want, emboldened now that he knew you felt the same way as him.

You smirked slightly, feeling Wrecker’s hands wander again up your torso, teasing the bottom of your shirt as yours traced over his neck and down to his back. “We can head back to my place for dessert, if you’d like.” You caught his meaning, wanting nothing more to continue what you had just started. Wrecker grinned, gripping your sides with anticipation.

“Well what are we waiting for!”

You squealed as you were suddenly lifted up with ease, Wrecker carrying you bridal style as he stood up with you in his arms.

“Lead the way.” He rumbled in your ear as he walked you toward the stairs that led off the rooftop.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply at the top of the stairs, your night far from being over. You laughed as he squeezed you tighter, knowing this was the beginning of something wonderful, something sweet.

@wanderer-six I hope you enjoy this Wrecker juice ☺️

#wrecker x reader #wrecker x you #wrecker tbb x reader #the bad batch fanfiction #wrecker tbb #omega tbb #starrycatwrites #the bad batch #clone force 99 #Star Wars fanfiction

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rizzstappen · 8 months

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College Au, I agree that you def should write it 👀👀

Ahh okay I’ve been tinkering with this for a bit! Thank you for this ask Danni!!

This is my first time writing for Maxiel and first time writing rpf in years so please be easy on me 😭 but of course feedback and any questions are welcome!! Inspired by this picture and the tags!!

Sorry for any mistakes! But I don’t think I can look or edit this anymore without going insane 🤪 enjoy!!!

Maxiel College AU where it’s a special day during junior year!

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“C’mon one more DR!” Blake shouted from across the tennis court. The Austin sun beating down on them making the already humid day feel worse than it actually was.

“Yeah, nah mate,” Daniel called back as the three men walked toward the net where they had set their backpacks down to get in a quick tennis match. “Max is waiting for me. I promised I’d be back on time. He says it’s a special day.”

Daniel had been thinking all day about it.

Before leaving for class Max had whispered to Daniel something about a special day. In his sleepy haze all the Aussie could do was hum and try to pull his boyfriend back into the warm duvet covers away from the busy campus outside their window.

Every morning was a routine once the semester began. Max woke at 7 am for his 8 am lecture. Showered. Got dressed. Kissed Daniel before he headed out the door. Daniel, of course, didn’t have class until 1:30. He liked sleeping in and staying up late. Plus he worked at the local bar which meant late night shifts. Max didn’t mind it. They always made sure to leave the afternoons free around dinner time so they could catch up on the day before Max went to play FIFA or do homework and Daniel went to work.

“He said that? You don’t know what the special day is?” Scotty asked with a slight scoff knowing if he forgot a date Chloe would have his head.

Daniel rolled his eyes sliding his backpack onto his shoulders and hiding his sweaty curls under a black and green hat “no he didn’t say what it was. If I ask he might kill me so I’m off to get some flowers on my way home” he nodded hopping the day would reveal itself when he walked in the door.

After saying bye to Blake and Scotty, Daniel headed out to the local flower shop. It was small with a French exchange student behind the counter who flirted way too much with Max in his opinion. The green eyed student recommended a bouquet of roses. Cliche.

Instead Daniel opted for an assortment of red, yellow and white tulips. Like the ones Max spoke about from his home country. Daniel liked to get flowers often wanting to give Max a little piece of home since he couldn’t travel back to Holland often.

The jingle of his key alerted the cats of Daniel’s return to the small apartment. Once inside the cats curled around his ankles and purred against his leg welcoming him back. Daniel leaned down scratching both Jimmy and Sassy behind their ears with whispered ‘hey guys, where’s dad?’ He toed off his shoes by the door before walking towards the living room. Max wasn’t in his usual spot on the worn leather couch Daniel had practically begged Max to bring back after they found it on the side of the road last year.

“Hello?” He called out the crinkle of the cellophane echoing around the tulips in Daniel’s hand.

“Shit” Max’s quiet voice echoed coming from the kitchen. Daniel made his way over seeing Max fussing over…something? His broad shoulders hunched down pulling at the fabric of his black polo that were tucked into his jeans being held up by a black belt.

Max turned holding a tray in his hands with what should’ve been a cake. The white frosting and vanilla bread had clearly turned into a crumbly mess.

“It’s supposed to be a cake, of course, but I think I took the bread out too soon and it was too hot. Of course I just wanted it to be decorated before you got back-“ Max rambled. A grin spread on Daniels lips “a cake for this special day?” He asked trying to real more information out of his boyfriend about this mystery day.

Max raised an eyebrow and nodded “of course why wouldn’t there be a cake?” He says.

Cake. Birthday? No. Anniversary? No. Daniel still couldn’t wrack his brain about what this special day might be.

Max smirked at his boyfriend as he sets the tray down on the linoleum lined kitchen counter “you have no idea what today is huh?”

Shit. He was caught. Max could read him like a book but Daniel wouldn’t admit it of course. “What?! Of course I know what today is. I got you flowers. Tulips” he grinned handing over the bouquet.

Max inspects the flowers. Not as good as the ones from his hometown but he knew it was the thought that counted. Max looked his boyfriend in the eyes a grin on his lips as he speaks “then what is today?”

Daniel looks back for a moment. What other possible date would be important enough for a cake?

A laugh bubbles up from Max “you don’t even know!” he smirked happily moving to get a vase filled with water for his flowers. “Daniel it’s the day we met in class” he spoke over the water running into the green vase “three years ago, of course” he nodded shutting the water off and sliding the flowers into the water before setting them down “it’s called a meet cute. I think” he said before he gestured to the cake sat on the counter “that’s what Victoria called it. She said it would be cute to celebrate it.”

The words ‘happy 3 year meet cute’ scrawled out in red icing against the white frosting in Max’s handwriting

Daniel was stunned.

3 years. He couldn’t believe 3 years had flown by. He remembered walking into his Horticulture 120 lecture and the only spot left was next to Max at the front row. He was sure he’d drop the class. It was an elective after all. But then he turned and saw Max’s eyes. Blue. Like the Maldives. In that moment Daniel knew he had to stay. So he did and clumsily introduced himself. His braces giving him a slight lisp. But it was the best thing he had done. Now he had an apartment and two cats with that same boy. And they were celebrating meeting 3 year later.

Daniel gives his boyfriend a soft look before his own laughter filled the space between them “oh Maxy” he said “that’s adorable really. Thank you” he says admiring the icing work he had attempted winning his finger into the white frosting and licking it off his finger.

“Happy three year meet cute anniversary” he said leaning in kissing Max’s blushing cheeks.

Max smiled turning to look at his boyfriend “happy three year meet cute anniversary” he whispered before planting a kiss on Daniel lips.

#thank you again Danni!!! I hope this meets your expectations!!!#in my head Daniel and max didn’t get together until halfway through the semester while working on a project together #that’s when they find out they live in the same dorm and hang out even more after that #and daniel is a engineering major at first but he switches to photography by this time #max does computer science #of course they go to UT!#and max is there on visa and Blake Scotty and Daniel decided to all just go there because dan loved it #hook ‘em!#and Charles runs the flower shop when he’s in school and flirts shamelessly with all the people who #come in and buy flowers #let me know if you want any more!!!#again I hope this is okay!#maxiel #my fic #asks #onboardsorasora #college au

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shuahaes · 8 months

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baking w/ the performance unit!

svt pfu x reader; established relationship; all fluff, sfw

HHU | VCU | PFU

warning: only food mentions, otherwise its all just fluff !! not proofread btw !!

WEN JUNHUI

CAT COOKIES.

this man is a cat enthusiast, and a cat himself

so why WOULDN'T you guys bake cat cookies?

since u guys didn't have cookie cutters you guys cut the kitty shapes with a knife

they turn out a bit wonky though

as long as it tastes good, its fine 😁👍🏼

builds legos w/ you #2 (first mention in vcu ver.)

the amount of giggle fits you two would have while decorating them- omg

and while you're icing them, the tube of frosting pops and then u guys have a little goofy faced deformed kitty

jun would prob name it jerry before u guys ate it 💀

KWON SOONYOUNG (HOSHI)

if jun got kitty cookies hoshi would most definitely make tiger cupcakes with you

would even look up a tutorial on yt on how to make tiger print on the inside of the cupcake

which also turn out a bit weird, but hoshi still likes it

there would most likely be a mistake while its baking, because hoshi accidentally put 50 minutes instead of 20 minutes on the oven timer 😭😭

you guys are in the middle of watching madagascar while cuddling on the couch until you smell smoke coming from the oven, and then you both have that "oh shit" look on your faces

the cupcakes burnt to a crisp. and your house almost did too 🤧

but you guys are okay, it took a while for all the smoke to clear out tho

hoshi may or may not have stayed away from baking for a while after that though 😓

XU MINGHAO (THE8)

would probably try baking something more difficult like macarons

definitely the best baker in pfu

follows recipes exactly as is as well, and also corrects you before you accidentally put too much salt because you read the measurements wrong (def not speaking from experience of failed macarons 👀)

the softest, most delicious macarons made by him

imagine after they've settled and are ready to eat you guys have this cute little tea party-esq setup and the macarons to eat while drinking tea

he would be SO happy if u liked them, and would try to make them by himself to surprise you next time 💗

LEE CHAN (DINO)

would also be a decent baker

you guys tried baking a cake together for your anniversary and it turned out AMAZING

he most definitely made the decorations look beautiful

cuddles while its in the oven #3 (others mentioned in vcu ver)

movie night while you two devour that cake (i am a firm believer that chan is a highschool musical enthusiast, and would do a marathon w/ you)

forgets to tilt the bowl when using the beater/whisk, so flour and eggs get all over the kitchen 😭

everything ends up fine though

kisses at the end because you two spent so much time baking

A/N - PFU VER DONE !! i hope y'all enjoy this, and i decided to write it so soon because the idea of jun and cat cookies made me want to post this immediately

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Hey Devil,

I turned 27 today and wanted to thank you for for all that you do here. It’s literally the only thing that brings a smile to my soul throughout the day…if I may be so selfish, could I request (whenever you can) a comfort piece with any of the cafe or museum folks? I’m just so tired of this life and would love some solace

(Happy birthday, Anon! Hope the waters clear for you and that this little piece is to your liking. Went with cafe because we haven't seen them in a minute)

"They should try mine first!"

"Eat shit, pussy! Boss is trying mine first!"

"I-I don't mind if you try mine last, master, but please enjoy it!"

Your birthday. One of the most awaited days at the cafe, but also one of it's most hectic. You sit at a booth surrounded by your regulars, the entire lot rented for your special day. The sneaky cat who paid for the venture planned the celebration around you and him, but a certain cow still had her keys and crashed the party during the decoration stage.

Every direction holds a new cake for you to sample. To start off, a high in, four tier cake sits at your immediate disclosure. Each layer was a different flavor and it was wrapped in the fluffiest frosting decorated with sugar pearls and lace pattering. Next was a quaint little dome with white frosting and a pink belly, topped with rabbit ear. Following that was a sheet cake with a grass pattern, bordered by a yellow wall and a little candle in the shape of a barn. To round out the display was a ghastly number that hardly resembled a cake at all; its walls collapsing outward on itself and burnt to a crisp. Frosting included. An air bubble in its center pops as someone points a manicured claw at it.

"If Y/n eats that thing, we'll be spending the rest of the day in the fucking hospital." Saber hisses, teeth bared as his fur frizzles from the stimulation.

His hyena rival rolls his eyes to the back of his skull. "Quit your bitching. I might have left in it a little too long, but I'm sure it's not that horrible."

"Ehehe... If we are claiming firsts, may I request they open my gift first." The leech-maid suggests "I've done my research and positive they'll enjoy it."

"Unfortunately for you, Doc. I believe I am the one who holds that title." Comes the crow from one corner, addressing the shiny pendant hanging from your neck.

"Here you go, sugarcube. Eat up." Whispers Belle; the cow woman having already cut you a huge slice from her cake while the others fought. You've tasted her desserts before, but this one seems sweeter and lighter than usual, and is your favorite of what you'd had in the pass. She wipes the crumbs from the corner of your lips and pockets the napkin.

"Alright, enough." Barks Bear, clearing his throat of the snarl within as he addresses everyone in the room. "We've been over this. We wish them a happy birthday, we give out the present, we play nice for a little while longer, then we each get ten minutes alone. Got it?"

Agreement comes in the form of a grumble or word of confirmation from around the room.

The wolf glances at the sheep by his side. "Wanna start off?"

"Um- Sure! Ha-"

"Wait just a moment.... There." Viney hands place a floral crowd on top your head, buds sprouting and binding the piece to your head by locking with each other through strands of your hair. "Perfection. Now we may begin."

One... Two.. Three.

Out of tune and a few off-key, your loyal and lovestruck pets sing you happy birthday. Through their discordant song, one thing rains clear. The love each individual bares for you and their willingness to make sure your happiness always last. It was the very reason they all were here now without going at each others throats'. The bickering may return another day, but at the end of it all their hearts were yours alone.

#Cafe tag #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #male yandere #female yandere #yandere fluff #soft yandere #yandere hybrid

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wambsgansshoelaces · 4 months

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Something Sweet; Chapter 8

Kendall Roy x Reader

a/n: I do not want peace. I want problems, always :^)

Word Count: 3.425k

You don’t see Kendall in person for the next few days. He texts you non stop. And when he calls, he always sounds so dejected and utterly fucking exhausted.

“Basically, in his heavily drugged state,” he says, frustration evident in his tone, “he’s insisting he stay on and he’s making ridiculous fucking decisions. Everything’s going to collapse around us without us doing anything.”

You didn’t really know what you could do to help other than be a pair of sympathetic ears. “What’s he done, specifically?”

“He’s firing essential personnel left and right. He’s pissed off half the shareholders in two days. He’s going fucking crazy, Y/N, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Surely there’s some sort of fall back for this kind of thing,” you say. “Checks and balances and all that.”

He hums, agreeing. “There is. The issue is getting enough people behind me to actually get it to work.”

“Can the press thing work more than once?”

“Only for a bit. They don’t control internal affairs, anyway.”

“You and your siblings are all on the same page. We can come up with something.”

“Conner,” is all he says to remind you.

You sigh. “That’s another problem.”

“What’s wrong, babe? He giving you a hard time?”

He throws the pet name out so suddenly your heart stops then restarts. “He’s just... being complicated.”

“Nit picking?”

“Mhm…”

“I’ll get him off your ass. For a bit, anyway.” You hear him shift around in his seat.

“What’s kept you in the office for so long?”

“I’m scared shit will hit the fan while I’m away. I need to clean up my dad’s shitstorms, fucking armor the company for any bullshit coming.”

“I’ll drop off some sweets,” you say firmly, knowing he’ll try to argue. You don’t care. You’re going to see him.

“Babe, don’t bother. Don’t let me distract you.”

“You don’t want to see me?” you ask teasingly.

“Of course I want to see you. You’re all I think about. But I don’t want you overworking yourself.”

“We’ve had this conversation millions of times before, Ken.”

“Don’t start.”

“I’ll see you in an hour.”

In your bakery kitchen, you take out the layers of a prototype cake for Willa. You’ll let it cool while you see Kendall, and the rest of your day will be spent experimenting with frosting decoration. You toss a bunch of sweets you know he loves into a box and you’re off. Your to-go boxes have never been used more than when you’ve been with Kendall.

You’re not really sure why you offered to go to him. You’ve never been to Waystar before, and quite frankly, it is horrifying. You’re nervous as you stare up at the building. You don’t even know where his office is. You must look as out of place as you feel, because someone rushes out to meet you. She’s very well put together, pencil skirt and blazer straight, stilettos high.

“Kendall told me you’d be coming. I’m Jess, his assistant.” She reaches out to shake your hand. “You’re so much lovelier in person! I’ve heard so much about you. Come on, he’s waiting.”

You go up an impossible number of levels in the elevator, Jess pleasant and polite. She shoos off any stray associate asking after her employer, taking you straight to his office and opening the door for you. You thank her and scoot in, giving Kendall a wave.

He waves awkwardly back from behind his desk before quickly getting up to take the box from you. He drops it on a coffee table laid out in the office and cups your face in his hands to kiss you.

“I told you you didn’t have to come.”

“Wanted to.” You kiss his nose.

“I wanted you to. Don’t ever take me seriously, okay?” He gives your hair a stroke before stepping back to his desk. You sink into a chair across from him, watching as he anxiously taps through his computer. “I’m sorry. There’s just so much.”

“It’s okay. What’s going on now?”

“Nothing new. Shiv and I are scrambling to put things together. Roman’s trying to keep Dad distracted. I think. I hope.”

He frowns to himself, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“It’s really no big deal if I have to leave-”

“No, absolutely not. Stay, I want you to stay.” His gaze flickers between you and his screen. “Just you being here helps me.” He waves you over.

You round the desk, and he reaches out to you, pulling you into his lap. You feel the heat rush to your face. His entire office was ceiling-to-floor windows. It’s not like you had privacy. He gives your hip a rub.

“I want your opinion on something,” he says into your shoulder.

“Always.”

His chin now sits on your shoulder, peering at his computer screen. “Am I a bad person because I’m trying to sever my dad’s control in Waystar? Completely?”

You shift in his lap, sitting so you’re half facing him. “Kendall. You’re a good man. I don’t know why you won’t let yourself realize that.” You let your hands slide over the expanse of his shoulders. “You’re so good. So kind, thoughtful. One decision doesn’t determine who you are. Besides, I have a feeling you’re doing it for the right reasons.”

“Does it even matter what my intentions are?” he asks meekly, small smile playing at his lips. “I’m… I feel so conflicted.”

Your fingers begin tracing patterns into the ridges of his shoulders. “All I’ll say,” you begin, “is that I trust that you’ll do what is right. Not just by family- but by the company. The people who work here. The people who rely on their jobs, barely making any money. Roman, Shiv, even Connor. You’re smart, Kendall, and you’re a good man. I trust any decision you make will be the right one.”

જ⁀➴

“God, Y/N, it’s gorgeous!” Willa exclaims, rounding the counter to view the prototype cake from all angles. It’s a few more days after you’d visited Kendall in his office, and his workload hasn’t lightened. He’d taken your advice, called a vote of no confidence, and gotten his father removed from the company with an incredible amount of backing. Now, he was scrambling to keep everything together. Shiv had been appointed joint CEO alongside Kendall, Roman acting COO.

You know Kendall wasn’t purposely avoiding you, and he had a shit ton of work to do, but apart of you still felt neglected.

“I’m glad you love it! We’re good with the colors and flowers and everything?”

She’s grinning wildly, hands clasped in front of her. “Can I have a slice?”

“Of course.” You cut her a piece and hand it to her. She leans against the counter, spooning a bit into her mouth.

Saying nothing, she puts the plate down and wraps you in a warm hug. “You’re going to make the most important day of my life so much better.”

You give her a friendly squeeze. “I’m so glad.”

“How are things going? Apart from baking. How are you?”

You can’t stop yourself from smiling. “Oh, I’m alright. I can’t complain. There’s lots of business coming through thanks to your fiancé’s family.”

She’s smiling back. “That’s good. You deserve all of this and more.” She goes back to her cake, taking another bite. “There’s… a lot going on with them, isn’t there?”

You tuck a strand of hair back behind your ear. “Too much,” you mutter back.

“Well, I’ve been around long enough to know what it’s like for one of us.” She gives your arm a squeeze. “We’re friends. You can count on me.”

“You’re sweet,” you say sincerely. “And my door is always open if you need anything. Feel free to knock even if I’m closed.”

“It’s so nice to have someone in my corner,” she admits. “You know, someone normal.”

You snort. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“As much as I love Connor, I can’t say the name ‘Roy’ is very appealing. It brings a lot of… drama.”

“I can’t disagree with you, really.”

The two of you continue to chat, Willa finishing her slice. As the sun dips across the horizon, you ask her if she’d like you to cut up the rest of the cake for her to take home.

“Let me help you,” she insists, finding a clean knife and getting to work. You both carefully box up the rest of the three layer cake, continuing your chatter.

“We’re going to be eating cake for a while,” she says, laughing. “Thank you so much for everything. I’m sorry Connor didn’t come.”

“It’s alright. Your company is good company.”

You wave her off, twin smiles pasted on your faces.

You decide to close up for the day after a few customers come in after dark. You make your way back up to your home, checking your phone. Kendall hasn’t texted back since the morning, and it makes you nervous. Once you’re curled up on the couch, you decide to give him a call.

No response.

You think nothing of it. Eventually, he’ll see your missed calls, and he’ll call you back. Besides, it’s the 30th of December.

You had plans for tomorrow.

The night goes by without a peep from him. You’re beginning to worry. Sometime the next morning, before you go down to work, you call Shiv.

“Y/N, hey. I was actually just about to call.”

“Hi, Shiv. Have you heard from Kendall lately?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you.” You hear her put down something onto a table. “He left work yesterday early and I haven’t seen him since. He was supposed to be here at six.” You glance at the stove clock. It’s ten. “I thought he’d be with you.”

“So did I,” you respond. “I’ll keep calling him. Let me know if you hear from him, okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Same to you. Take care of yourself, Y/N,” she says carefully, right before she hangs up.

Your workday is distracted. You can’t think of anything but Kendall. All of you was praying, hoping that he was okay, that he wasn’t doing anything to hurt himself.

Shiv comes by to buy a few things, with no good news. “Still nothing,” she murmurs to you over the counter. “He’s probably fine. Spells like this happen all the time with him.” She chews on her lip, fiddling with the cap of her hot coffee. “But I thought I’d just let you know this, in person, rather than you having to figure it out yourself.”

You blink. “Let me know what?”

“Historically speaking,” she begins, “every time Ken’s gone for a day or two, it’s because… it’s because he’s back on drugs. Something triggers him, he runs, he finds it again.”

You swallow. He’d been running from something, the first time you’d met, then. Thanksgiving felt like ages ago- but it was only more than a month.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it. You’d first met him when he was high out of his mind, and then he was immediately sober for every other interaction. Anybody would find it suspicious. You found it suspicious- you found yourself quietly questioning, will it happen?

You think you know him well enough to speculate it won’t. That he won’t.

But you don’t know him that well, do you?

Shiv leaves you with a brief hug and a whispered ‘good luck’. You keep the bakery open until nine, your hope dwindling with each passing hour. He was supposed to come over at eight.

You can’t tell if you’re more angry or worried. For one, you’re raging. You’re so fucking pissed that he’s leaving you hanging like this, that he’s gone radio silent. But then, what if he hurt himself? What is something went wrong?

You’re torn between yourself as you drop yourself onto the edge of your bed. You had plans to dress up and put glitter and tinsel in your hair, but as you saw it, there’d be no point.

You change into your pajamas and stretch out on the couch, putting on your favorite comfort show. The angels above knew you needed it.

Ten rolls around, nothing.

Then eleven.

And midnight.

Happy new year, Y/N!

A text from Willa, at least. You’d pop one of the confetti poppers you’d bought for you and Kendall, but you can’t be bothered to clean the mess it’d make up.

The first days of the new year are agony. The cynical, negative part of your heart that you tried to stamp down screamed ‘I knew it, I knew it!’

Even thought it’s only been a month, it’s only been barely a month, you wanted so badly to be loved, to be wanted by someone. You thought you were going to get there with Kendall. You’re distraught these next few days, hearing nothing from him, his family hearing nothing from him. The only sort of communication given was that Shiv had been given the reigns in his absence to ‘handle something’.

You don’t know what to do with yourself.

But what can you do?

Mid-January rolls around, and you’ve coaxed yourself into a false sense of contentment. You’re not over it, though. You’ll never really be over it.

While you couldn’t say you loved Kendall, you knew you were on your way to it. And as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Your only company for the last couple weeks has been Willa. She was a constant in your bakery. She began to hang around after one afternoon of tasting sweets, helping you with miscellaneous tasks around your shop.

She was observant. She noticed your progressive deflation, despite your best efforts trying to pretend like you were fine. That you were ‘over it’. Willa never said anything; she just watched as you frosted cupcakes much slower than you used to and picked up a stray piping bag and asked to be taught.

She comes in every day, brings in the trash bin from outside before you get the chance to, and acts as an employee.

“Willa, at least let me compensate you. You’re doing so much,” you tell her one day, leaning against the counter, wiping cake batter from your hands.

She shakes her head as she chops up a raw bar of dark chocolate. “I have more than enough money.”

“Then what can I do for you in return? I can’t just let you do all of this.” You watch as she hums happily to herself, chopping and transferring the chips into a separate bowl.

“I don’t want anything in return,” she replies. “I’m doing this because I want to.”

“Willa.”

“Really, I do!” she insists. She turns, brushing away stray flakes of chocolate off her hands. “You’re going through something right now. We’re friends, I’m going to be here for you.” She comes towards you, setting her hands on your arms. “I can’t say I know where Kendall is, but from what I know, he’s so, so into you.”

You bite your tongue, trying to stave off oncoming tears. “Then why…?”

Willa sighs, giving your shoulders a rub. “Again, I can’t say I know. But I can promise it’s something out of your control, something he did for the good of you both.”

The tears fade away, and you frown. “So you know?” you ask carefully.

Caught, she drops her grip from your shoulders and instead takes your hand. “He asked Connor not to say anything. I’m going to respect his wishes.” So he’d been in contact with someone. And as much as you were bitter, you respected Willa more because of it. “He wants to talk to you. He does. But he can’t.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, turning things over in your head. “Can you tell me something?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Is it… is it the drugs?”

She nods. “Yeah. Yeah, it is. I can’t say anything else. I’m sorry.”

You struggle to comprehend. “Do you think you can get Connor to ask him to talk to me? To reach out?”

“I promise, he’s tried. I don’t think he’s trying to avoid you on purpose.”

As little of a reassurance that it is, it helps you. It takes the suffocation of does he? away from you. Even though you’re still confused, you’re still extremely upset, you can now cling to a shred of hope.

It’s dangerous, yes. But there are worse things in life.

The days leak by. You’re nearing the end of January, inching closer to February, to Valentine’s Day. To the wedding.

A week after your conversation with Willa, you’d gotten a call from an unknown number on your work phone. You lose track of who and how many people you give your business cards to, so you make it a habit to always answer calls made to your work number.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Kendall.”

There was a long stretch of strained silence.

“Listen. It… I… I don’t know how I got here,” he said, his voice breaking. He sounds absolutely exhausted, his voice raspy. “I’m so fucking sorry. I did this all the wrong way. I should’ve told you the minute I got here, but they wouldn’t let me, they just called my fucking dad…”

“Kendall, slow down.”

“I’m in rehab.” Another long, intense, pause. “I… it was a bad relapse. And normally, I wouldn’t run to rehab like this, I’d just continue on… but dammit, Y/N, I can’t fucking do that to you.”

“When? When’d this happen?”

“Two days after I last saw you. In the office.”

“Are you okay? Healthy?”

“Yeah, fine. I’m fine. I checked myself in. I should’ve said something, I know it. I feel fucking horrible, because you’re nothing but sweet and kind and gorgeous. God, I feel like garbage. I understand entirely if you’re… if you don’t…”

“Kendall, enough. I’m not dumping you over this,” you say with a note of finality. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “I’m upset, yeah, but… but I can’t really be that upset, right?”

“I’d be mad,” he says quietly.

“I mean, I am. But I understand.”

Another pause. “That’s all I can ask.”

“When can I see you?” you ask quietly.

“I don’t… I don’t know. They don’t allow visitors.” You hear him shift in his seat, clothes rustling. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Just take care of yourself. For me.”

“I will. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

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You take the next few weeks one day at a time. You get yourself ready for Croatia, for the rigor that will be the wedding.

You and Kendall go back to talking daily, but it’s different now. Choppy, forced. You want to make this work. You can’t let this fail. You just can’t.

Willa starts bringing you handwritten notes from him. In one of them, he writes about how he feels he’s failed you, and how once he’s back to normal, he’ll pour his entire soul into everything he does for you. He talks about how he want you to feel special, wanted, loved. Loved.

You can tell, just from the amount of notes sent, he’s trying. He’s sorry. It only takes a week for you to amass a large stack of scraps of paper, his thoughts scrawled all over them.

He tells you he misses you, and over and over again that he’s sorry. You believe him. As badly as you want to stay mad, you can’t. You just want to talk to him face to face now.

You don’t have time to write notes back. You’re so busy with preparations for the wedding you don’t even have time to breathe. You don’t want to know what’ll happen to you if you fuck up in front of Logan Roy; even though he’s sick and frail, you don’t want to even come close to finding out.

February first, you’re packing your bags last-minute. You’re scrambling, making sure to take everything you need. Aprons, baking uniforms, nice clothes, cute outfits you haven’t had the chance to wear. Your toiletries and all of your makeup make it into your carry on, jewelry and accessories packaged carefully and stuck into the bag you planned on checking.

You manage to drag your big suitcase out to the car Connor had sent for you, the driver quickly coming to help. You have a flight booked business class- you were beyond excited. Once everything is in the trunk of the car, and you’re sat in the backseat, you’re off.

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clarks-letterman · 2 years

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aftermath | steve rogers x spidey!male!reader

a/n — this is crackfic, take nothing in this fic seriously as per usual with my smut- (also, yeah, the reader is Spider-Man. thank @denim-devil for this..)

summary — Reader shows up long after Steve's birthday party ended and is determined to make it up to him.

warnings — SMUT! 18+ Rimming (reader receiving)

words — 2k

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The soft hum of a vent in the ceiling rustled the flaxen hair of the super-soldier sitting beneath it. Slumped in one of the black dining chairs, the ventilation susurrated his perceptive ear as he thumbed over one of his newest gifts. No light perforated the windows off to his side apart from the occasional firework from miles away, the moon sitting high and shining a pale glow that rivaled the square tiles of fluorescent lighting embued overhead. They created a streaking glare over the tightly melded cellophane covering Steve's new watch that was easy to pull away, leaving him with a cheap recreation of himself in silicone.

It was meant to be a joke told on Tony's behalf, giving it to him as the final gift after the party had started heading out that he had teased for weeks leading up to today. Steve was a bit confused when he saw the red, white, and blue-striped wristband, followed by a cartoony caricature of the man out of time, represented by the fact that his mouth was open wide with a small LED panel matching the likes of a calculator keeping track of the time. While Steve did not get the joke at first, he instantly understood the technology. He was grateful to receive a coherent device rather than some complex machinery with knobs and buttons that would perplex him for weeks until he would eventually cave in and ask you for help with it after accepting his own defeat. Sure, it ruined Tony's joke, but it felt from his time like the whole day had.

Thanks to the other male, Steve had gotten to spend the day in an olden times party themed around the decade that he went into the ice. The kitchen and dining area had been left untouched, but everyone on the team tried dressing up in an appropriate outfit for the decade and even attempted to bake a cake with an authentic recipe from then—a rich and moist raspberry cake with a bulky layer of thick cream cheese frosting coating the sponge. They were lucky that the requirements for a cake have stayed roughly the same for over a century. The bash got wild as Tony drunkenly invited as many people as he knew, leaving the kitchen a mess. In the end, the party went off without a hitch, and the only thing that could have made his day better was you.

Down the hall, distanced from the scattered confetti and half-hung streamers, came the repeated strike of rubber against shiny linoleum flooring. Steve heard the rushed footsteps grow closer until they came to a halt in the same room as him, and his bowed head scanned the floor until reaching your feet, following up the set of spandex-clad feet to the rest of your body, favorably outlined by your suit.

"Did I miss it?" Your voice came out with a huff as you glanced around the room, seeing the various party decorations and litter coating the floor, complete with knocked-down high-rise chairs and a few booze-stained spots on the furniture. However bad this got, you knew you had missed all of it, "Shit. I'm sorry, Steve."

He sat up, placed the gag gift on the dining table, got up, and reached down to a cabinet under the sink. He spoke as he fetched them, "It's alright. Since you're here now, we could clean this mess up together before everyone gets back." Steve returned with two trash bags, and you instinctually shot a string of silk out to one of them before reeling it across the room.

"Where did they go off to?" You asked, reaching down to pick up the disposable cups that contrasted the party's original theme of an older time with a touch of something modern.

"A club that Tony has VIP access to," Steve answered, doing the same on the opposite side of the kitchen, "I know you probably don't want to be doing this after your long day."

You continued to pick up the scattered litter, “Well, we met cleaning up the scum of New York, so cleaning up trash is just like that. But one sounds so much lamer.”

A few moments went by before you realized that you could easily pull things from the ground into the bag with a quick thwip as you were still wearing your suit. You thought about walking straight to bed and letting Steve pick up the trash on the floor, but you had already missed his special day, and he didn't deserve to be stuck cleaning up everyone else's mess.

“I can change out of my suit after this, and we can head out for dinner or something else? I’m sure something’s still open, and they can sing those stupid songs about it being your birthday. Are you gonna tell them you’re one-hundred and four or thirty-six?” You offered, “I want to make it up to you, Steve.”

Steve tied the knot on the ends of his trash bag, tossing it against the wall and retrieving a second bag, “Knowing that you were saving everyone else is how you make it up to me. Besides, the only saving I needed was from Tony’s party by the end of it.”

You let out a low and knowing chuckle, “Let me guess it turned into another birthday rager, Rogers?”

“Yeah, I convinced him to clear it out before it got too crazy. Glad he took everyone else with him.”

“So, you were waiting for me?” Steve stayed silent, and the silence ushered you closer to him. You moved into picking up stuff in the area he was working on—the junk covering the wide kitchen island and the surrounding countertops. The dark counters bordering the island were the remnants of the ingredients used to make Steve's timely cake, one of which was a hefty piping bag still half-filled with icing. You took it with one hand. Surprisingly, it can't be much bigger than Steve himself when he hasn't seen you all week.

Regardless, the guilt gnawed at you as Steve stayed silent, his eyes burning you from behind as he watched you, “I’m sorry, Steve.”

“Why do you keep saying that? You were saving the world,” He opposed.

You turn, still holding the bag of icing, “Because I am, and if I can’t separate hero stuff from you and me, then where does that leave us?”

“Hand me that icing?”

“What?“

“And get on the island, all fours.”

You follow through with what he says, passing him the piping bag and hopping up onto the surface of the kitchen island with your hands and knees propping you up, and the next thing you know, a large hand pulls the lower half of your suit down, exposing your backside to the chilled air inside the compound.

“Steve, what are you—,“ He cut you off before you could protest his actions.

“I think you’re right about what you said. We met on the battlefield, so we can’t be us without embracing the hero stuff and its downsides. Now, I don’t usually proposition myself as a—,“ Steve pauses for a moment before choking out the words, “—bussy lover, am I using that right?”

“Yeah, you are, old man.”

“Then this ass belongs on the field as much does to be loved,” Steve confessed, gripping the bag firmly in one hand, careful not to let any spill out from the top and angle it to your ass. His hand tensed, squeezing his digits into the pudgy cream encased in plastic film. The pressure forced the solid-colored cream to puff out at the pointed tip.

Steve doled out the thick icing along the line of your crack, funneling a hefty stripe of it from your puckered hole to your lower back. With one broad stroke of his tongue, Steve lapped it all up in one go without interruption. It added a world of sweetness to what was otherwise flavorless eye candy for him to admire, and brief notes of tangy wonders reminded him of the perfect peach in front of him.

As for you, your arms went limp after the initial shock of a feeling sending more shivers through you than the air against your exposed skin after a long day in the summer sun. Steve wasted no time cleaning up his purposeful mess with an impressive singular stroke that was teasing and warm. That was just from one taste, and yet you both wanted more. With a single hand, a slow arch came to form as Steve slid his hand down the scarped ramp that was the small of your back, using his newfound hold to bring you closer to him. Your ass was on full display as your knees were hidden, tucked into your lower middle, while your hole revealed itself from your assumed position.

A soft press to the flimsy plastic on Steve's behalf sent another, much smaller, dollop of frosting to fall over your waiting pucker. The feeling of a soft and wet press to your opening elicited a cry from the other end, but Steve only sat there for a moment. You thought he would lave over your crack with a broad stroke of his tongue like he had done before to savor the taste of what was offered to him, but he deferred himself from the idea. Steve kept the tip of his tongue prodding at a dab of icing layering your hole, his nose ghosting along the trail leading to your tailbone until he pressed further.

Steve used his pointed tongue to dive into your warmth, building pressure inside from his wide tongue as another strain came from the crotch of your suit. You caved to the urge to work against the strongest—and most pleasing muscle—Steve had received throughout his ancient history, pressing back until you felt his lips against your rim. His tongue reached deeper, exploring new places and taking the creamy frosting with it.

It didn't take long for Steve to start moving, bobbing his head and reeling his tongue back and forth. And it took even less for his hand to abandon the remaining icing and glide his hand amid the space between your heat-radiating erection and the chilled counter surface below, creating friction with his hand that stimulated your lycra-clad cock. The two of them working in tandem poured noises out of you that didn't reflect the tune of a happy birthday but were a new song, complete with high cries and low begs for Steve to drive you to climax.

Soon, Steve's lips started to do with your hole what his broad muscle of receptors couldn't. He kissed at your sensitive nerve-endings, catching whiffs of the sweet cream while his tongue was as deep as he could push it, stretching those same nerves out with the reach of it. That was it. That was your breaking point. It was in those final moments that you had fireworks bursting in your mind as your suit became a mess of its own, white spurts pooling with each movement of Steve's mandible.

His absence was noticeable as he pulled away from your rear, giving a few laps to the bits of frosting on your cheeks to add additional instigation to your slowly fizzling high. Almost as if it were the scattered remains of powder drifting down from a deflagrated uproar.

You turned, flipping on your back to the dark granite as you laid flat against it, "I forgot to say happy birthday to you."

Steve let out a low chuckle as a sign that everything was okay again, "It really was a happy birthday to me."

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