#and i tried to make some cupcakes today but i just moved into a new place w my bf and im not at all used to the new oven

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Hihi can you please do a Luke x reader where it’s basically an unrequited love like reader is so in love with Luke and he has no idea so she moves on and years later she’s over him and confesses to him like a oh I thought you should know and the whole time Luke had been in love with her, kinda base it off that one TikTok audio where it’s like “I’m not in love with you anymore” “I never knew you were” 🩷🩷

OHH YOURE FEEDING MY ANGST BRAIN WITH THIS ONE. buckle up lets break some hearts

edit: this ended up being WAY sadder than i originally intended. i am so sorry anon oh my god

i gave you a rare gift (but you didn't want it) — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

content: angst, major character/reader death, unrequited love, mutual pining, reader is part of kronos' army, luke and reader are doomed by the narrative, [Y/N] used (sparingly), alcohol mention, description of injury

listening to: bloodfest (from mizumono) by brian reitzell

You are twenty-two years old, sitting on the rocky beach of a lake somewhere in the forests of upstate New York. Light, gentle fog hangs in the air around you, and the only sound is the tap-tap-tap of Luke skipping rocks across the water.

Come dawn, the world will burn. The gods will be dethroned. Every demigod will either be free, or dead.

But now, at midnight, you are twenty-three and Luke turns to you. He's holding a small, squashed cupcake in one hand. "Happy birthday," he says, "to my right-hand man." He pauses. "Woman. Right-hand woman."

He holds the pastry out to you and smiles, but something behind his eyes is empty. Hollow. He hadn't been sleeping recently. As much as he tried to hide it, he couldn't stop you from seeing when he came to you every morning for a cup of coffee and to debrief for the day.

Perks of being the revolution leader's best friend, you think. His right-hand woman.

Luke's eyes flick from the cake to your face. "Do you like it?" He asks, and for a split second, you swear there's a note of hope in his voice. "I wanted to do something, y'know," he says. "Twenty-three is huge. It's a monumental age."

You nod, but stay quiet.

He pauses for a second. "You remember how you always said you wished you never had a birthday?"

When you were twelve, nearly thirteen, your mother drove you across the country to go to summer camp.

"It'll be like a road trip," she said, tossing your duffel bag into the back seat of her battered car. "And then, hey, you'll only stay at camp until the end of August, and then you can come back and go to school. See all your friends again." She squeezed your shoulder and pushed the car door closed. "How about that?"

"Sure," you said. "Super fun."

And it was; you were actually kind of excited. You'd never been to New York. It seemed a million universes away.

And it was your birthday tomorrow. Maybe this was a gift, something that your mother had put together to make up for the years of being too tired and too drunk to make a cake, or get presents, or anything.

Your mother put her hands on her hips and sighed. "You know how I feel about the attitude, yeah? Let's not do this today."

"I wasn't even trying to—" You cut off as your mother glared at you, her face tense. You knew that look: the biting-the-inside-of-her-cheek, trying-to-be-understanding, trying-to-be-a-good-mom-despite-it-all look.

You hated that look.

"Just..." She sighed. "Just get in the damn car, [Y/N]."

You did, fighting back the tears building in the corners of your eyes, and the slam of the car door closing was as loud as thunder.

Twenty silent minutes of city streets and highway merge ramps and cold, empty stretches of asphalt and concrete passed before either of you spoke.

"Mom," you said, thirty-three seconds into minute twenty-one, "I'm sorry for talking back earlier." Your voice was quiet, shaking, cupped in your throat like a scared animal.

She didn't answer, keeping her eyes fixed on the road.

"I don't like being like this, Mom," you said, looking over at her. The silhouette of her through the driver's side window, backlit by the streetlights, was shapeless. Impassive. "I don't like doing this with you all the time."

She scoffed.

You pulled your legs to your chest, tucking your head between your knees, and tried to find sleep.

You weren't sure how long you slept, but you woke up to the sound of music playing softly over the speakers. Exit signs whizzed past you at what felt like breakneck speed. You wondered, briefly, if you would break your neck if you jumped out of the car right now.

Ultimately you decided against it. You didn't want your mother's last words to you to be, get in the damn car.

That would make her feel guilty, you thought, and that guilt would make her hate me even more.

"I don't wanna fight," you tried instead, picking at a loose thread in the cuff of your jacket sleeve. "Mom, I'm sorry, okay? I don't want us to be mad at each other anymore," you said. A sob caught in your throat, heavy and wet and choking.

Your mother sighed and reached one hand from the wheel to tuck your hair behind your ear. "I know you don't, sweetie," she said. "I don't want to be mad at you either."

"Then why do you do it," you asked.

When she turned to look at you, her eyes were wet. She smiled, or tried to. "Sometimes, certain people just…can't help but fight," she said. "It's just part of who we are, I think."

"Did you fight with Dad?"

Your mother inhaled, quick and sharp through her nose, as she flicked the turn signal to right and guided the car down the exit ramp from the highway, her eyes locked ahead. "Yes," she said. "Sometimes. Sometimes I think that's where we get it."

You swallowed. "Do you ever miss him?"

She doesn't peel her gaze away from the road. "Every day."

The two of you made your way through bustling streets and across too many bridges to count. You thought you fell asleep again, for a minute or maybe a year. Maybe it was all a dream.

"Mom," you asked as she turned onto a worn dirt road, the sunrise barely stretching over the horizon, "why are you bringing me here?"

She didn't answer for a moment. Two moments, then three. Through the leaves, you saw one tree standing impossibly tall. A pine tree.

Your mother parked the car and turned to you. "Because I don't know what to do with you, [Y/N]," she said. "I don't know how I can keep you," she paused, "safe. How I could do this, on my own, in any normal way."

She got out of the car and grabbed your bag, shoving it against your chest. "Camp is just up that hill there," she said, gesturing in the direction of the large tree you'd seen earlier. "They’ve got people up there waiting for you."

"Mom," you said. "Wait, I—I wanted to talk to you—"

She shook her head. "I can't come with you, sweetie." She smiled, the curve of her mouth falling just short of her eyes. "You just remember that I love you, okay?"

At that moment, you knew: she was going to leave you here.

“No,” you said, tears rolling down your face. “No, no—Mom. Mom, please.”

“Before you go,” she said, her voice tight and sharp, “I wanted to give you this.” She reached into the back seat and pulled out a jacket, worn leather with patched elbows. “It was mine in college,” she explained, not meeting your eyes. Like she was reading from a play or book, and you were the unfortunate audience. “I figure, it doesn’t fit me anymore.” 

She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Happy birthday, baby.”

It was the first time you had ever felt like your mother loved you. You knew she liked you, sometimes. But you were never quite sure if she loved you until that moment. 

And then she got back into the car with one final, teary nod. 

And you never saw her again.

“Yeah,” you tell Luke, shrugging. “I think I’ve got a pretty good reason, though.” Your lips curve into a smile.

He laughs and tilts his head. It’s a habit of his; he’ll say something and twist his neck just a fraction, narrow his eyes. A nervous tic that not even years of training and fighting and killing could stamp out.

You used to think about kissing his neck when he did it, but now you’re not sure whether you would know the difference between kissing and ripping his throat out. 

“True,” Luke concedes. You laugh, too, unrestrained and loud. “Gods, your sense of humor is dark.”

“You laughed first,” you remind him. He grins.

The cupcake he offers you, despite its lumps and smears of frosting, is pretty good. You split it apart with careful fingers and hand half of it back to him.

“You’re celebrating with me,” you laugh, “so you get half. That’s the rule.”

Luke simply smiles at you and takes the crumbling cake from your hand. “Whatever you say.”

You roll your eyes, grinning back. “Damn right.”

Luke’s laugh rings out again, sharp and bright against the night sky. Firelight flickers across his face, painting him in brilliant streaks of orange and gold. 

“After tomorrow,” Luke murmurs, pulling his knees up to his chest, “we can do this whenever we want.” The wind ruffles his hair almost fondly, floppy brown curls stirring and settling back against his skull.

You raise an eyebrow. “This?”

He gestures in a wide arc. “Be here, like this. Just be people, instead of demigods or heroes or revolutionaries.” Luke’s voice picks up, conviction surging into his words. “I mean, seriously—when was the last time you thought you would ever have a normal life?”

You’d never understood the demigods who joined Luke’s cause without knowing him. The plan itself seemed crazy—the only way anyone would follow it was if they knew their leader could pull it off. 

You have to know Luke to know he was capable of that, you think.

Until now. Now, you see what you think everyone else sees—a real leader, a revolutionary. A force for change with a silver tongue.

He makes it all seem so possible. You almost think he might pull it off.

Luke looks over to you. “We’re going to change everything,” he says. 

Almost.

“We’re going to change the rules,” Luke said, spreading the map over an empty cot in his cabin. “If we want to win, we need to be thinking six steps ahead of the enemy.”

A few of the campers huddled around the makeshift table shuffled and coughed awkwardly. 

“Every strategy’s been done before,” a tall girl with bubblegum-pink hair and an eyebrow piercing shouted from the back of the group. “How are we going to out-war the god of war’s kids?” 

Murmurs rushed around the table, soft and susurrant. There’s no way we’re going anywhere here. We’ve gotten our asses beat six weeks in a row. What are we even doing?

Luke smiled. “Ares is the god of war,” he said, “not strategy.” He slung his arm around one of the campers next to him and inclined his head in the direction of the map.

Quietly, almost too quiet for you to hear, he murmured into the girl’s ear. “Don’t doubt yourself, Bethy,” he whispered.

You learned three things in the ten minutes that she spent explaining your team’s new strategy—

—one, your team was going to kick some major ass—

—two, your strategist’s name was Annabeth Chase, and she was the smartest eight-year-old you have ever met—

—and three, Luke was right.

Annabeth’s plan took the rules of Capture the Flag and threw them out the window. She split the team into four subgroups, each with a delegated leader. Luke nodded along as she talked, marking the map with a stubby pencil. 

When Annabeth’s eyes, dark and piercing, searched the crowd and landed on you, you felt your heart stop.

“You,” she said, “are you good with a sword?”

You raised your eyebrow, pointing to yourself—just to confirm this genius child was speaking to you—and Annabeth nodded. 

“I guess?” You said, shrugging. “I know some basic stuff, and I’m good at disarming.”

Annabeth’s face broke into a smile. “Work with Luke on the first wave of offense.” She gestured to the map. “You two will take points B and B-one,” she explained. “My group will take the A-points. You wait for our signal to move in.”

You met Luke’s eyes across the table. Hey, you mouthed. 

His eyes flicked up and down your form. Hey, he mouthed back. You ready to win?

You smiled and nodded.

Good, Luke said, all teeth. Let’s go.

He stood and grabbed his helmet. You did the same.

“I’m [Y/N],” you said as you followed Luke through the forest. “We, uh—we met when I first got here, like, a year ago.” I was sobbing my eyes out because my mother abandoned me, you didn’t add. It was kind of pathetic. I think I threw up from crying so hard.

You suddenly hoped Luke didn’t remember meeting you, actually. That would be less embarrassing.

He turned and caught your eye. “You live in the same cabin as me. ‘Course I know you.” 

Of course he remembers.

You laughed, flushing red. “Oh. Yeah. Of course.”

The silence was so thick, you could have cut it with the sleek bronze of your sword.

In the end, it was Luke who broke the silence. “You wanna play a game while we wait out here?”

You shrugged. “Sure,” you said. 

“Twenty questions,” Luke replied. “So we can learn enough about each other to actually work together.” He smiled. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Low-hanging fruit,” you said, your voice just barely taking on a teasing tone. “It’s green.” 

Luke laughed, loud and full and bright. “Apologies,” he said; mirth crept into his words, staining everything with a tinge of that laughter. “I’ll go for the more gut-wrenching, intimate questions next time.”

You flushed red again. Intimate questions. What the hell does he mean by that?

“My turn,” you said instead. “What do you want to be when you get older?”

“We’ll be heroes,” Luke whispers. “Real heroes. Not figureheads propped up by the gods.”

You wish you could believe him. He’s lying on the beach next to you, his head resting in the junction between your shoulder and your neck. Over the treetops, the stars are beginning to fade from the sky.

It’s almost time.

Your throat feels like someone has sanded it down to expose your vocal cords. This is a bad idea, you want to say. We shouldn’t do this. Tell me we can still not do this. 

“Wanna play twenty questions?” You say, crackling and hoarse.

Luke turns to look at you. “Yeah,” he murmurs. 

“My turn first,” you whisper. Luke nods.

You take a deep breath, in and out. “Are we going to die doing this?”

Luke inhales sharply. “Maybe,” he says. Slowly. Deliberately. “But we’ll do everything we can to make sure we don’t.”

“I got another question,” you say. Luke raises an eyebrow. His knuckles brush yours as you sit up.

“Are you scared?”

It’s your birthday. 

You think you’re going to die. 

Luke is kneeling over you, the palm of his hand pressed against the wet opening in your stomach where someone had caught you with a spear. The shaft of it is still sticking out of you, you think. You’re afraid to look down, afraid to see it. 

“No,” Luke gasps, “no, no, no.”

You watch as the gold fades from his eye, leaving behind the honey-dark brown you remember. His hands are slick with blood—most of it’s probably yours, it has to be yours. You’re bleeding out, after all. 

You tug on Luke’s sleeve weakly. “Hey,” you breathe. “Luke. It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“No,” he says. “You’re—you’re hurt.”

“I know,” you rasp. “I know it hurts. I’m the one—” 

You break off as a cough sticks in your throat. It feels wet. Oily. Desperate to get out. You taste the blood in the back of your throat before you can even take another breath.

“—I’m the one who’s feeling it,” you finish, your voice tilting up at the end. A joke. Gods, your sense of humor is dark.

Luke laughs weakly. “Don’t talk,” he says. “You’re gonna be just fine, [Y/N], just fine.”

He meets your eyes. You see him realize it in slow motion.

Tell him. Tell him now. He’s never going to know otherwise—he could die any minute—

“Luke,” you murmur. “Luke, did you know I loved you?”

He freezes. “What?”

You cough again. Blood spills over your lips. “I loved you,” you repeat. “Since we were campers. Had the…the biggest, stupidest crush on you.”

Luke shakes his head. “No, no,” he says. “You—”

“You’re my best friend,” you continue. “Whatever feelings were there, you’re my best friend.”

Luke’s palm against your stomach is warm. It feels safe. It feels like sleeping side-by-side in the cabin, like shared meals and shared secrets. 

“Why are you telling me this?” Luke says, “why are you—why?”

You blink, just once, but it takes everything you have to open your eyes again after closing them. “Because I’m going to die,” you whisper. “And even if—even though I moved on, I wanted you to…to know.”

Luke bows over your body, pressing his forehead to yours. Tears slip from his cheeks and fall onto yours, driving little rivers through the blood smeared there.

He’s crying. Why is he—

“You idiot,” Luke says brokenly. “I loved you too. I loved you too.” He cradles your head in his lap, brushing your hair away from your face. “[Y/N], I’m so sorry.”

Your eyes slip shut.

I loved you too, Luke’s voice echoes. I loved you too.

#— ash's writing #pjo x reader #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x you #reader insert #y/n #pjo imagine #ok now we get into the warning tags #graphic depictions of injury #major character death #major character injury #reader death #alcohol mention #doomed by the narrative #genuinely im so sorry i really ran wild with this one good god #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fanfic #— ash’s answering!

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When you/they find out, fingertips are an erogenous zone

thank you for the request! I tried this with my husband and i don't think i did it correctly but i tried my best in writing this, so I hope it's close to what you requested! video

🕷 pairing: demon brother x gn!reader

🕷 wc: 1.8k

🕷 warnings: pet names (babe, treasure, baby, love, doll, cupcake, little moon), suggestive content (18+), licking, biting, and sucking on fingers, shared bath, food mention, mention of oral sex

Lucifer 

Lucifer was used to your odd shenanigans after being on your D.D.D. all evening, so when you walked into his bedroom with a bashful smile, he knew you were up to something.  

“What is it that you saw this time?” Lucifer asks as he looks up from his book. He raises a brow when you don’t respond immediately. Sighing, he shuts his book and sets it on the nightstand. 

“Well, I saw this video,” you start as you walk toward him. “And apparently fingertips are considered an erogenous zone…” 

Lucifer gives you a few seconds to continue, but he smirks when you don’t. 

“Is there something you’d like to try, babe?”

You can feel your face heat as he eyes you playfully. Whatever you’ve seen, you’ve been dying to get him alone, in his bedroom no less.

“It’s silly,” you say as you try to backtrack but his hand wraps around your wrist gently to keep you in place. You refuse to meet his gaze, his fingers gripping your chin to make you look up at him.

“You never have to hide from me, babe. Now, show me what you learned,” he instructs as he releases your wrist and places his wrist in your hand. 

You take it gingerly, pressing your fingertips to his with some pressure before dragging them down his arm. Lucifer watches you curiously, surprised when his body responds to your fingertips.

“Do it again,” he commands and you gladly do so.

This time, Lucifer shuts his eyes and inhales sharply. He cups your face and kisses you when you take your hand off him.

He’ll spend the rest of the night doing the same to you.

Mammon 

Boredom rarely came to you when you were at HOL. Normally, you’d be with one of the brothers, whichever happened to steal you away for the moment.

Today, Mammon had won. 

“Mammon,” you whine from his bed as he sits at his desk counting Grimm.

“Just a minute, Treasure,” he responds as he continues counting. 

“But I want to show you something,” you pout, lying on his bed. 

Mammon hums, finishing his counting before getting into bed beside you. 

“What is it, Treasure?” 

“This,” you giggle as you take his hand in yours. You press your fingertips to his own, dragging them up his arm before your nails lightly dig into his skin. 

Mammon moans immediately, surprising himself. 

“What did you do, Treasure?” he asks with wide eyes as you smile bashfully. You repeat your actions, eyes glued to the sinful reactions Mammon gives you.

“Fuck, Treasure,” he groans as he moves to straddle your hips. He pins your arms over your head, fingers laced together. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“Gladly,” you grin.

Levi

You’d been in Levi’s bedroom all evening. You had played games, read some of his new manga, and alphabetized his most recent purchases.

Now you were sitting beside him while he played his new RPG. Unfortunately for you, it was single-player, so all you could do was watch.

You knew the moment you tried to leave, he’d beg you to stay, and you couldn’t resist him. You were head over heels for him, and he knew it.

“Levi,” you pout. “Pay attention to me.”

Your whines don’t go unanswered as he briefly looks at you. “Y-yeah?”

“Play with me,” you whine. 

Levie blushes, thoughts heading into dangerous territory before his game garners his attention again. 

Frowning, you take his free hand in your own. Levi goes to protest but is surprised when you bring his fingertips to your lips. Gently, you kiss each of them as he quits his game to stare at you. 

You ignore him as you take his finger into your mouth, your teeth gently sinking into the pad of his finger. Levi watches on with astonishment, biting back a moan as his face burns red. His cock twitches in his pants, and his breathing grows heavy as your tongue swirls around his finger.

“Are you going to play with me now, Levi?” you ask with a smile before you take his finger back into your mouth, sucking and nipping at his fingertip.

“Yeah, I-I am,” Levi stutters as you bite him a little harder just to watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

Satan

“What did I miss?” you ask as you wake from your nap. Satan chuckles as you sit up, your hair mussed from tossing and turning in your sleep. He’s smiling when he fixes your hair with one hand and uses the other to mark his place in his book.

“What are you reading?” you ask as you sit up, moving to sit between his legs with your back pressed to his chest.

Satan shows you the cover of his book, and your eyes widen as you read the title.

31 Erogenous Zones of the Human Body.

“Oh?” you perk up, ignoring the flush of heat rising to your cheeks.

Satan smirks. “There are the obvious ones. You know, the lips, the neck, the chest.”

You nod as you open the book to the page he was on and Satan rests his chin on your shoulder. “But this one is interesting. The fingertips are sensitive, and so are the palms and wrists.”

“Have you ever tried it on a human?” you ask, feeling Satan’s chest rumble as he laughs.

“Baby, do you think I’d tolerate any other human close enough to figure out what their erogenous zones are? There’s only you, my love. That’s why I ordered this book as soon as I saw it.” Satan explains as he places the book aside.

He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing the palm. His teeth scrape the end of your palm, making you sigh as he kisses his way to your wrist. He sucks the sensitive skin, feeling you go limp in his hold.

“So responsive,” he teases as he continues to kiss his way upward, watching you unravel right before him.

You were in for a long night of pleasure.

Asmo

“Doll, am I happy to see you!” Asmo exclaims when he comes out of the bathroom fresh from his shower.

“You texted me to come in here,” you respond with a smile. You managed to sneak around HOL with just the robe Asmo had gifted you this morning. Now you were heading into the bathtub with Asmo to scrub and pamper you until he was content.

Asmo is gentle with his touch as he rubs your shoulders with his hands. He’s on his knees as he raises your arm out of the tub to rub a loofah over your skin. Something about the rough texture makes you moan as you shut your eyes to focus on the pleasure.

Humming, Asmo continues, giggling when you moan his name and sink into the tub further. “You seem to be enjoying this more than usual, Doll.”

“Feels good,” you state as Asmo adds more pressure to your arm with the loofah before tossing it to the other side of the tub. 

“Fuck it,” Asmo curses as he takes his bathrobe off and joins you in the tub. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you to his chest as he kisses your neck and shoulders. “You’re too intoxicating to resist.”

Silently, Asmo grabs your wrist, pulling your arm towards him. Slowly, he rubs your arm, nails scratching your skin softly until he adds more pressure on the next run.

His name rolls off your tongue, back arching slightly as his lips meet your shoulder. “Such a pretty little doll for me.”

Beel

“You know, when you mentioned having a snack, I didn’t think you meant everything in the Devildom,” you tease as you push your unfinished candy bar toward Beel.

Beel takes it. He eats it immediately before moving on to the next chocolate bar. “Just a little something before dinner.”

“Is Belphie in the attic again?” you ask as you move to sit in his lap.

“Yeah, he said my snacking was keeping him awake,” Beel shrugs as he opens another chocolate bar.

You giggle, shaking your head.

“What’s so funny, Cupcake?” Beel asks as he finishes his chocolate.

“Nothing. It just means I have you all to myself,” you grin, taking his wrist and bringing his chocolate-covered fingers to your lips.

Beel eyes you curiously as you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking the chocolate off and nipping his fingertip.

Beel moans when you release his finger and take another into your mouth. He’s not surprised when his cock stirs in his pants when you suck his finger clean, swirling your tongue around the tip. 

When you’re done sucking his fingers, Beel slams his lips on yours. His sticky hands grip the back of your head as he deepens the kiss to taste the sweetness of the chocolate on your tongue. Your hips grind down on his, moaning into his mouth as he groans your name when your hands fist his shirt, nearly tearing it off his body.

Beel didn’t think something as simple as sucking and biting on his fingers would turn him on so much, but all he can think of now is stuffing your mouth full of his cock.

Belphie

“Moon?” Belphie asks sleepily when he feels you stir in his arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a bad dream,” you gently stroke his hair. “Nothing to worry about.”

Belphie frowns, he’s tried to take your bad dreams away. Keeping you at his side at bedtime to help keep the nightmares away. He can filter most of them out, but some still slip through. He’ll have to ask Lucifer or Solomon if there’s anything else he can do to rid you of these dreams.

You know as long as he and his brothers are around, harm will not come to you. But still, these bad dreams persist.

Belphie laces your fingers together, kissing your hand before kissing each of your fingers.

“You’re safe with me, Moon. You always will be,” he promises as he takes your palm and lightly runs his nails over the tender skin. You nod, curling into his side as he continues to stroke your palm with his fingertips, alternating between rubbing and scratching it gently.

“It tickles,” you grin as he brings your hand to his lips, teeth sinking into your wrist. You moan, melting into a puddle beside him. Belphie smiles sleepily as he does it again, kissing your lips before lacing your fingers together.

“Go to sleep, Little Moon. I’ll keep all the dangers away,” Belphie promises, as you rest your head on his chest and fall asleep a few minutes later.

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[hockybish]

Birthday Moments: Mason

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January 30, 2024

"Happy Birthday Mase!" Lola smiled brightly. She held out a little cupcake with a single candle in it. "Make a wish and blow out the candle!"

Mason took the little cake and made his wish. He broke the cupcake in half and shared part of the delicacy with the pretty girl he had a crush on.

"Did your wish come true?" Lola asked at the end of the night. Mason shook his head no. There was no way his wish was coming true this year. Maybe next year. "What was it?"

"Can't it's a secret. It might now come true if I spill" Mason smiled to himself. There was always next year.

one year later

Mason looked around the airport, trying to see if Lola was there. They were meeting up during the all star break and going on a little vacay together, just the two of them.

Lola spotted her boyfriend standing by himself and took off running towards him. She launched herself into his arms when she got close enough and gave him a birthday kiss.

"Mmm thank you" he hummed happily

"For what?" Lola cocked her head to the side.

"My wish from last year was a kiss for my birthday .... from you" Mason smirked going in for another kiss, this was going to be a good year.

January 30, 2027

Once again it was his birthday and Mason was out at some bar. He and Lola weren't going to be together this year, but the boys were more than willing to help make up for that by taking him out.

hey you alone?

Mason didn't have a chance to say anything back as he received a video from her. Not really he opened it and started watching. It started off by Lola dancing.

"Oh shit" Mason got a little flustered and dropped his phone on the table when Lola started to take off her clothes and her movements began getting a bit more risqué.

"What are you watching?" Trevor reached for the device. Mason attempted to snag it at the same time, but Trevor got it first. There wasn't anything new he hadn't seen already, aside from a new tattoo she had in her ribs.

"Oh my god, my eyes" he threw the phone as well. This garnered the attention of the others in their party, who were now interested to know what was up.

Mason quickly pocketed his phone. He used the bathroom quickly and headed home where he could fully appreciate the video. The next day Lola gave him a call in-between interviews and events.

"Like your present?"

"Yes, but not before half the guys saw it and I had to take of my hard on in the bathroom"

January 30, 2032

"She's kicking again. Feel feel feel" Lola took Mason's hand. She placed it where she could feel babygirl moving around. Only as soon as he touched her belly babygirl stopped. This happened a lot.

"She stopped again." Mason sighed removing his hand from her belly. "Let's just face it, she hates me already"

"No she doesn't! She just doesn't know you. You've been gone a lot and she- wait a minute" Lola turned around, she felt a couple of jabs against her kidney.

"Young lady, you gotta be nice to your daddy. Especially today. It's his birthday, how nice would that be? Agree?" Lola rubbed her stomach.

They tried again, this time Mason felt the little wave underneath his palm. A smile spread on his face. He crouched down to kiss her stomach.

"Hi Sweetie. It's daddy. I love you so much" He talked to her.

January 30, 2038

"Shh Zu, be quiet, we gotta surpise Daddy" Lacey held her baby sister and snuck into their parents bedroom with Lola trailing them with a little full of breakfast things.

Mason heard them, he had already been awake for a couple of hours now, but chose to pretend to be asleep to play into their "surprise."

Lacey placed Zuzu on the bed and climbed up after her. Zuzu went straight for Mason's face, smacking him with her little hands, biting his nose and cooing at him. Lacey just jumped on him eliciting an oof from him.

"Wake up Daddy, it's your birfday!" Lacey jumped on Mason, eliciting an oof from him, and effectively getting him up.

"It's my birthday? No way. I thought my birthday was last year." he took the baby off his face.

"Daddy!" Lacey rolled her eyes. She handed him a picture she drew of him with her and Zuzu and they ate donuts.

#hughes!sister au #lola hughes #mason x lola #mason mctavish

[sug4r-sp1c3]

Hi!

Could you maybe do villanous x a reader who has rabbit ears please? Thanks!!

RULES ARE RULFES NO SPECIFIC CHARACTERS OR THINGS ITS BEING A HC UHHHH

ok lets begin since i'm sleepy ITA 1 AM WHAT THE FUCK

"but sugar-sp1c3 you said your limit was 4 character-" I KNOW OKAYI' JUST FORGOT WHEN DOING THIS

VILLANOUS WITH A S/O WITH RABBIT EARS HCS !!

Characters, Demencia/Dementia, Dr.Flug, 5.0.5(platonic?), Black hat, penumbra, Sun Blast, Miss heed(not in order lol)

Demencia / Dementia

she woudl make fun of then

but like

A LOT

"Hey bunny ears!"

i feel like she would bite them idk

i mean yes she mocks of you BUT THATS HER WAY TO SHOW LOVE TO YOU..at least i think!

she haves 2 sides

the left one where she mocks and jokes and bites of you ears

and the right side where she praises you and your eyes and- you are basically her new black hat

she would often play with them

or if you have both rabbit and human she would be like:

"SO YOU HAVE SUPER HEARING!!?! OMG THATS SO COOL"

Dr. Flug

his first honest reaction is that gif sorry i don't make rules

HE THINKS THEY ARE COOL AND PRETTY ASF

HE MELTS IF THEY EVEN MOVE LIKE

HE JUST STARES AT YOU IN AWWE UNTIL HE SNAPS BACK TO REALITY!

unless his with black hat bc in that case he avoids to look at your ears at all cost since the "jefecito" can notice and idk yeah

he would probably want to do some experiments

but only friendly ones!!

like testing if you can do other things

if you have extra sensitive ears

or somthn idk i have no ideas rn

he would like to caress them on his little free time

oh btw he would LOVE if you and 5.0.5 where like best buddies or you would be his second parent-like figure(i swear i am trying to make his non specified gender I SWEAR GUYS)

he just lvoes you and you ears so much

5.0.5

he's a fucking bear bruh 💀

ok so thsi will be platonic like buddies or a second parental figure, or smthn like that

he loves to "talk" about your ears or ask you questions.(if you don understand them he would force flug to translate lmao)

he is very careful when he is trying to touch them since y'know..big paws

but he still tries!!

i imagine if he maked cupcakes the icing would be a drawing of an airplane, of dementia, a chameleon or a black hat idk, for you YOUR RABBIT EARS AND A HEART BECAUSE I THINK THEY ARE CUTE!!!!

he would even "ask" you to use you as inspiration for any dessert, or drawing or smthn.

i bet if he haves a rabbit plushie he gives it to you and/or puts something on the ears(ribbons, little hats, etc) he would be like "bow bow!" [siblings!]

Black Hat

he probably threats to rip off your ears

and eat them

basically hurt you

DUDE HE IS LIKE THE ANTI CHRIST ON HIS UNIVERSE WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO TURN HIM INTO A ONCELER?

Penumbra

SHE

LOVES

YOUR

EARS

SHE OFTEN POSTS THINSG ON HER INSTAGRAM(with your consent ofc) LIKE "my sweetie's ears where a bit messy today! so me and sun blast fixed them just a lil bit.... loved the result! 🐇💜"

she would ask if you are sensitive to things like sound or something to try to not let a lot of hard things that can cause a hard sound when they fall or make sure Curie or Sunblast don't throw things

she oftenly tries to impulse you to not cover them! but if you like to have them covered, she would be okay with that too!

the same that flug

she would ask to make some little and non-offensive, experiments on your ears

if you don't want, its okay!

if you want, its okay too!

"look! i got you this! i bet it would make your ears fur brighter!..and curie's too"

Miss Heed

okay she would POST LIKE 10000 HISTORIES, POSTS, AND A LOT OF THINGS IN ALL HER SOCIAL MEDIA

LIKE SAYING "HAH MY s/O'S EARS ARE UNIQUE AND YOURS NOT"

but she would never say that out loud.

she would ask to records tiktoks or anything about them, like idk trends, popular songs or just quick vid like "watch me take care of my Sweetie S/o ears!"

if they are sensitive, during the event of when she had everybody under her control or smthn she would keep you away from them

yes she would be a bit sadistic and evil but she still cares abt you

..or she just does the same thing that she did with them..

when she's at..THAT place..she draws in a corner a lot of little ears, like if she misses you and misses your ears..

if you visit, she would beg to touch them again , to feel them..she would be crazy for it..

Sunblast

Red BEFORE the "The Dreadful Dawn".

Orange AFTER "The Dreadful Dawn" and BEFORE the events of the comic and The "Heedeous Heart"

Yellow AFTER "The Dreadful Dawn" and the events of "The Heedeous Heart" and the little comic

even if you where his S/O he would mock of you and of them..

listen he knows you are his S/O but he just..feels like its the right thing or it doesn't matters

he doesn't even minds as i can think

he is just like "oh i am just joking! geez.."

Now under Penumbra's uhm..how do i say it?..NOW WITH PENUMBRA LMAO

he realized that he may have been a bit too much harsh with you..

he persuades Penumbra to localize you or visit you to apologize

if things go well..you both could try again!

and he is better.

He even tries to make you be friends with Penumbra! like he did with her

He still makes jokes but he thinks about them for a long time like

"no..that would hurt their feelings..NO ITS BAD..well- no wait..no..oh...this one may be good.."

he fears of you getting like the other ones..he tries to protect you at all cost

if you do get under Miss heed's..thing

he would be like mad but that multiplicate it for 10 and then for 100

the only thing that keeps him away from hurting heed and all her followers its his current little size and Curie

when you aren't under heeds control he makes sure you and your ears are okay..

he asks everyday if you are 100% SURE IF YOU ARE OKAY

after the Miss heed thing he is worried more than he should be but like c'mon

leave the little guy alone :(

he lost 2 of his most special people in his life just because a pink bitch

#Missheed x reader #villanous x reader #dementia x reader #Penumbra x reader #black hat x reader #x reader #sunblast x reader #dr.flug x reader

[amive2567]

hi hi! hope you’re doing well!

could i request a gekko x fem reader where the reader is new to the protocol and gekko trains them? like how harbor trains gekko

i don’t really have anything else to add lol, have fun with it! we need more posts on the gekko x reader tag fr

hope you have a great day/night, and stay hydrated!

A/N: First of all, sorry that it took so long. I was hit with terrible writers block and live was bit stressful so the piece may or may not be the best, but i hope you still like it. Translations: Ojo Bonita = watch out beauty Entrenador = coach Hermosa = gorgeous Cariño = love, but can be interpreted as “dear” or “honey” Words: 643 Type of order: Bubble tea (request), Hot chocolate (fluff ), small Green Tea (platonic with specks of mutual interest romantically), Cupcake (one shot)

As a new recruit in the Val HQ, you still felt lost. Even though you already made some friends and developed a crush on a certain green-haired agent, you still couldn't pinpoint where the training ground was. Harbor even gave you a map, but you failed to orientate yourself in this huge building. A glance at your watch told you that you were slowly but surely running late. "Shit, shit, shit…" you mumbled while trying to find this damn training ground. You rush around corners and long hallways until you stumbled against a body. "¡Ojo Bonita! Why are you running so fast? Jeez you could have tripped, but I am glad you are finally there." Gekko spoke calmly. He picked you up from the ground and got you back on your feet. "I am so sorry. I still have no orientation in this huge building. Where is Harbor?" You glance behind you to look around you. There is no trace of him. "He is busy today. So I am your personal entrenador, hermosa." You smile at him, cursing yourself at the same time that you paid so little attention in your Spanish classes in high school. "We should get going then? I already took some of your time, because of my delay."

At first, he began to explain the different weapons to you. "So the Vandal is a bit more complicated. This weapon's short bursts of fire make short work of enemies. However, the stability suffers with continuous fire. The Vandal maintains its damage at long range and rewards those who specialize in single headshots." he explains expertly. You pick up the weapon and aim at a dummy. "Hermosa, let me show you how to aim properly," he says and stands behind you. He takes your hands in his and guides you. His warmth, lets a shiver run down your spine. "Make sure to aim at the head. The weapon is quite heavy, so you should get some arm training done." He grabs your waist and forces you to take some steps back. Your breath is stuck in your throat. The warmth of his body makes your heart flutter. "Now shoot," he says,and you press the trigger. A loud bang echoes through the hall and the dummy collapses. "I did it." you cheer, and out of euphoria, you hug him.

For a moment no one realized what just happened until you let go, your cheeks were flushed red. "Oh, err, sorry, I didn't mean to…" you stuttered. "No problem, hermosa, it was cute." his cheeks are also faintly red band he rubbed the back of his neck. Both of you kept quiet for a while, and an uncomfortable silence followed. "So, er, what is on the schedule now?" you ask shyly. "I will teach you how to move properly and how to aim during hectic situations" Gekko explained, he seemed to hide his embarrassment for now and tried to be professional.

The hours passed, and you got exhausted. He was kind, but his training was hard. Sweat was running down your forehead, but you kept going, and pushed through. "You did well, hermosa." Gekko patted your back. You smiled up at him and nodded. "Thanks" Gekko handed you a water bottle. "Your first practice went well, but you still need to improve much. We need to teach you hand-to-hand combat as well and all. We continue this tomorrow" He said and smiled. "See ya" he waved goodbye and walked his way, leaving you alone at the HQ training room.

More training sessions had been done, and you improved gravely. Gekko was pleased and also proud. "Hermosa, I think you're ready for your first mission and after it, I have a little surprise. Keep up the good work Cariño" He winked which left you speechless, but a happy feeling arose in your chest.

#ami writes #gekko x reader #gekko valorant #gekko #valorant #valorant x reader #request #Mateo Armendáriz De la Fuente

[coralinnii]

Trey Clover (candy witch!Trey x passerby!Reader)

genre: suggestive?, mild horror

note: allusion to manipulation, hypnotism, and addiction, similarity to aphrodisiacs?

summary: The man from the pastry shop near you was so sweet, always offering endless sweets on your way to work. This was a man who was as sweet and pure as sugar, right?

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Your family were the type to always warn of the dangers of overindulgence, especially in sweets and other addictive treats.

“It’s bad for you!” They would warn constantly.

But you couldn’t stop your sweet tooth as you love the feel of the sugary treat melting in your mouth, your senses drowning in the joy of sugar and chocolate. Which is why you take the route to work that was 8 mins longer for two particular reasons. Firstly, there was an amazing pastry shop that would be a crime to pass by. Secondly…

“Welcome back”

The cute pastry shop owner.

“Hey, Trey” you giggled as the owner recognized you. The familiarity between you two makes you feel warm inside. “Anything new today?”

“Actually, yes” Trey proved by pulling a cupcake unlike any of those on display. “I’m trying something new to give a subtle aftertaste. Care to taste test?”

As if he needed to ask as you reach out to the new treat. It looked like a typical cupcake with a fluffy body and sweet toppings. It was simple but charming because of it. It reminded you of the patissier, you mused.

You took a bite and was… oddly plain. It was still sweet and soft which fit your sweet tooth but there wasn’t anything special you could distinguish from the bite.

“It’s…not bad” you tried to smile but you failed to find more positive words to say. It was bland, but you couldn’t say that to him.

Trey wore an unreadable smile which worried you. You didn’t want him to feel upset over his failed test so you wanted to cheer him up.

“It’s really not bad! It’s still good!”

Maybe you were getting to him, as you saw one side of his lips curled into a smile…or was it a smirk?

“That’s disappointing” Trey said, tilting his head in hopes to downplay his sadness as a joke “I made a couple of them but I guess I’ll just toss them out if they’re no good”

“N-No!” You reached out to him, your heart can’t handle seeing this teddy bear of a man be sad

“I’ll take it! Like I said, they’re good!”

Ah, there he goes with that awkward smile of his that looks too much like a smirk. He should work on that, you thought.

Now, you were in your office with a small bag with some cupcakes on your desk. Your coworkers teased you for your soft spot for the bespectacled shop owner but you stood by your decision and childishly forbade them from taking any of the treats, which meant you made it your goal to finish them on your own.

But it wasn’t so bad, the cupcakes were never bad. In fact, as you continue to take bite after bite of them, the treat started to grow on you. Trey did mention that he was testing a new subtle aftertaste in the cupcakes so maybe you were starting to taste the new addictive flavour. You couldn’t describe the taste or even the texture of the cupcake anymore as you started craving more and more of the unknown ingredient.

Your coworkers who teased you at first started to get worried after you finished off the last of the cupcakes. You became more irritable and jittery in your seat, tapping your fingers and kept glancing at the clock, almost as though you were sending threats towards the clock for not moving faster. They asked if you were alright and you waved their worries off. You were fine…just hungry…so hungry.

Not just hungry, though. You were craving for something. Your body was wrecking you apart, weeping for that mysterious taste in that cupcake. You desired it, needed it. And you need it now.

Which is why you rush out from your work once the day is done. You couldn’t care less if you ignored your coworkers or even your boss as you ran as fast as you could to that pastry shop.

You needed to find Trey.

And when you did, you unhesitatingly pinned him against the display case, hands clawing at his apron as you let out haggard breaths. It was lucky that no one else was there to see what would be a misleading situation.

As though Trey knew to do that.

“What’s wrong?” Trey asked you carefully, not moving from his position “You don’t look so good”

“I…I need it, Trey” you begged, tears watering the edges of your eyes as your body started to burn like an addict in withdrawal. Maybe that’s what you were.

“What do you need, though?” Trey leaned closer to you, his gold-coloured eyes almost glowing as they peer into your own. “You have to tell me, sweets”

That’s when you realised it. It was Trey. His breath, his body…hell even his touch reminded you of the feeling you got from the cupcake.

Him. Him. You needed him!

Without hesitation, you pushed yourself closer to the patissier and locked your lips onto his own. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and neck, trapping him against you as you selfishly indulged in the tall man.

You were lucky that Trey was a kind man, reciprocating your touch by wrapping his strong arms around you as you started to rest your body onto his, pressing the both of you further onto the display glass.

Not that you noticed anyway in your addicted haze. In fact, you couldn’t register the curl of Trey’s mouth even as you swipe your tongue across those lips to chase the taste of him.

He was just so addictive, like sugar.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #trey clover #Trey x reader #Twisted Halloween series

[coyote-nebula]

strawberry

Stephanie is having a life crisis, and Bruce is there to check on her. He relates to her predicament a lot more than she expects.

Prompt: please tell me it's not blood Word count: 1000 Characters: Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne Genre: Emotional Hurt/Comfort

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The granite countertop was fantastically cool under Stephanie’s forehead, but it warmed so fast that she had to keep moving to a new spot. All the thoughts churning in her brain were probably cooking her neurons; she tried to remember if she’d seen any sodas in the Wayne fridge.

Or milk. God, that would be tragic, to make cookies and not have milk— she might have enough time to go down to the fancy twenty-four hour convenience store at the end of the road, but she’d have to go now and probably speed too. Better check.

Stephanie lifted her head and yelped.

Bruce was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching her with a half-awake squint.

She tried to push her heart back through her sternum. “B. Can I help you?”

He didn’t react. “Is that blood?”

She glanced down at the container she’d forgotten to lid. “…Uh, yeah. Good catch. I know it totally looks like strawberry puree.”

Bruce hummed. “Have you recently contracted vampirism.”

“No, but a vampire friend recommended it for spicing up my baking, you know? I was thinking about doing some filled cupcakes. Or maybe swirling it in some cake batter. Do you have milk?”

“Yes,” he said, but he went to the refrigerator and looked inside anyway. “Are we out of peanut butter cups.”

Stephanie pictured the empty orange bag she’d stuffed in the trash. “Not… sure? There’s some in the oven.”

“Hn.” He closed the fridge. “Smells good. Cookies? Is there blood in them.”

“No, the straw— the blood is for later.”

“Hn. Are you alright,” he asked. “It’s four a.m.”

The oven timer saved her from having to answer that; she hopped up and took the cookies out— they did smell good— then got two glasses down for milk.

When they were full, she turned around to find Bruce standing over the oven with his eyes closed, sighing into a half-molten cookie.

“How are you not burning the crap out of yourself right now?”

“”S not that hot,” he said, and took another bite. “They’re good. Excellent.”

“Thanks,” she said, trying to keep her preening on the down-low while she hissed through prying half a cookie off the sheet for herself.

She passed him milk. They chewed in silence.

Sugar and carbs combined with crumbled peanut butter chocolate was, as she’d hoped, fortifying.

“You remember when Alfred got fear gassed?” she asked abruptly. “And we found out that after a certain age, you can’t tolerate much of the antidote but it also works better at low doses?”

Bruce’s chewing stuttered. “Yes.”

“So, I had this senior patient at the hospital today who’d been exposed to fear toxin. I was supposed to load her up, just drench her in antidote, so I went to the attending doctor to say ‘hey, I think there’s a mistake here, let’s not give her a stroke.’ She blew me off, so I went to the charge nurse, who also blew me off because I’m a student, right? What the hell do I know— and meanwhile the patient is screaming her lungs out and about to have a heart attack because I have to waste time arguing with people who aren’t listening so I went back and gave her the correct, not insane amount of antidote before she could freaking code and die and then she was perfectly fine! But I charted it like some kind of honest moron and my instructor is pissed—”

“You saved her life,” Bruce said quietly, listening with his arms folded.

Stephanie took half a breath. “I think I’m getting kicked out of the nursing program,” she said, then took a deep breath and let it out. “Actually… I want to quit.”

“You’ve already decided?”

She half-shrugged. “Nursing is great and important and it’s… not for me.” She picked at the other half of the cookie she’d broken. “Leslie thought it would be good because it’s hands-on and it’s a slightly less dangerous form of helping people, and Mom thought so too. But it’s…”

Bruce drained his glass and took another cookie off the sheet while she thought.

“I’m listening,” he said at length, gently even though he didn’t look up from the bite he was about to take.

Stephanie was glad. The illusion of distraction made it easier to think.

“I don’t mind, like… supporting someone else’s problem-solving occasionally,” she said slowly. “But usually, I want to be the one solving the problem, you know?”

Bruce’s mouth twitched. “I can relate, yes.”

“Taking orders from Batman and sometimes even following them is about as much chain of command as I can handle,” she said, watching the good-natured roll of his eyes. “Anyway, maybe I need a day job where I don’t hold lives in my hands.”

Swallowing, Bruce and his thoughtful expression reached for another cookie. “You could bake.”

Stephanie snorted. “Yeah, and have a bakery with evening hours instead of morning hours. I’m sick of not getting my beauty sleep.”

Bruce nodded. “You can borrow the catering kitchen for now.”

For a moment, she didn’t track. “You’re not going to give me a ‘don’t be a quitter’ speech?”

“I work in a quiet office with large windows. Sometimes I nap,” he said, taking another bite and closing his eyes in an expression that, for him, passed for bliss. “I understand.”

Tension Stephanie hadn’t even noticed in herself dissolved. “And… the patient. You think…?”

Bruce looked at her. “I would have done the same,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”

Warm relief filled her chest.

She smiled and glanced around the kitchen, already tidied from the cookie dough and the puree. “Well, no promises that I’ll be a baker instead of a nurse, but I do want to make vampire cupcakes.”

“Sleep first,” Bruce said, wiping his hands. “I’ll hide these.”

She yawned and nudged his arm. “Thanks for being chill.”

“You’re safe,” he said. “I can be chill.”

Stephanie grinned. “It was just strawberry syrup, B. G’night.”

Bruce smirked. “Goodnight, Stephanie.”

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#bruce wayne #stephanie brown #batdad #batfam fic #my fic #stress baking

[ficfanatictrf]

If it ain't to much trouble could I pretty please get a little sum sum for viktor feeling a bit down with his s/o? Like he's doubting himself bc he feels like he isn't enough because of his disability and how it holds him back from doing a lot of things/doing things normally the way other people would? Like spending time and going out with them, sex and not getting tried after a short time ect ect

Cupcakes and Sweet Milk

Summary: Viktor was always the perfect lover, always the most supportive. This time, it was your turn to support him.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N - I got done with everything that I needed to do today and with Adderall pumping through me I was able to finish this in one sitting.

Thank you so much for the request! I hope that this was alright. I defiantly also have another idea that is similar but it a lot more dark as it is inspired by the song 'God Must Hate Me' by Catie Turner. I will try to move that up in my list of things to write.

Over time, as your relationship with the inventor had grown closer, you had seen the small cracks in the perfect facade that Viktor showed to the world. 

He was intelligent, a genius, able to understand concepts even outside his own field of study after a little bit of time with it. Even as your own focus was on a completely separate area of science, he was able to help with your studying. 

He was incredibly sophisticated, calm under pressure and always seeming to have the right things to say whenever you were going through a hard time. With ever the observant eye, he could tell when you were feeling off and without a word about it, would do something to solve the problem for you. From getting you a coffee you needed even though you had tried to seem like you weren’t tired, his gentle hands working on a knot in your neck as you worked away at a problem…or getting onto someone for being too harsh in their critique of your work. 

He was always there for you, always taking care of you and making sure you felt safe and happy. 

So as you started to see the little cracks in his own actions, it had slowly started to fall together just why he was so dedicated to doing everything he could for you. 

He almost never wanted to go with you from one location to the next, it took a while for you to catch onto the pattern of how the two of you would always meet at the destination. Even when you tried to get him to walk home with you, he always had some small errand to run, something that would need the two of you to walk separately. 

It was in a conversation with Jayce that you found out he did that with everyone, stating that Viktor’s response to Jayce at the time had been ‘to keep from holding him up’. 

So slowly you started to be more insistent, refusing to leave his side on your way to and from the school to your shared apartment. The first few walks were indeed slower, all the while you could see just how uncomfortable Viktor was as he tried his best to both walk faster and make it seem as easy for him to do as possible. But as you started hinting how you enjoyed the longer walks, when the two of you could relax and simply talk, you had been able to get him to go at a pace that was better for him. 

And slowly, over time, you didn’t have to sneakily convince him to allow the two of you to walk together, he simply assumed the two of you would. 

However, you also noticed how he refused to touch you in public. 

If there was one thing about Viktor that you had needed some adjustment too, it was how touchy he could be. In the lab, your shared apartment, even sometimes on dates; you found that you had needed to get used to his touch starved attention. 

So as the new tradition of walking to and from his lab became a staple in your lives, it was a little jarring to find that he had not attempted to touch you once. Not to reach out to hold your hand, not to wrap an arm around your waist. Nothing. 

And like you had before, you would just make the thing happen. 

Only, this time as the two of you were walking down the busy street, as soon as your hand was wrapped around his own it was wrenched free. 

That would have hurt your feelings, that is, if you didn’t watch how the man’s attention wasn’t on you, but on everyone else around the two of you. The man’s darting around quickly to see if anyone was looking at them before he finally addressed you, all be it in a soft whisper. 

“Please, don’t. Not in public…” 

“And why not?” You countered, not willing to let this slide as his reaction just didn’t make any sense to what you had known about him. 

“Why not?” He parroted, not really being used to you verbally continuing a topic that he asked you to drop. He didn’t ask for it often, which was why you had always been strategic about how you went about things, but this was one of the rare moments you just weren’t budging. 

“We…they will see that we are together…” He whispered, golden eyes sinking down to the ground. 

Wait, not down to the ground - to his leg. 

“You don’t deserve to hear them whisper about you being with the..” Viktor stopped himself from finishing the thought, but it wasn’t hard to see where he was going with it. 

The cripple. 

You had heard him call himself that. And it wasn’t just you that had heard it, Jayce having mentioned to you before that Viktor had called himself that when the two had first started working together. 

Viktor had never seemed to feel bad about his issues, he had always just stated them as facts. He was a brunette, he loved science, he was from the undercity…he had been born with a limp. Every time he had mentioned these things before you had not seen a hint of shame or embarrassment. 

Yet, now as you watched him glanced up from his leg to the people passing by, that was all you could see on his face. The panic that someone would be looking at the two of you, whispering so that the people walking by wouldn’t pay the two of you any attention. 

“Do you think I will be embarrassed by you?” 

That seemed to rattle the man, Viktor’s eyes snapping to your own as that was not at all what he thought. Before a word had been able to be formed, he was shaking his head, quickly wanting to let you know that you didn’t believe you had such negative thoughts about the two of them. 

“No no, of course not” 

“Then stop acting all skittish and hold my hand” You said, sticking your hand out for him to take it. “I want to hold the hand of the smartest, most handsome, kindest, drop dead gor-” 

“Enough, I understand. I concede" Viktor stammered, hastily reaching out to take your extended hand, all the while a deep blush was creeping up his neck and cheeks. 

Satisfied, you couldn’t help the small smirk that grew on your face, though you hardly made it down a single block before you had wanted more. Slipping your hand free, you were quick to take hold of his arm, placing a peck to his cheek as he did so. 

Like every single kiss before that one, you watched him melt. His mind would stall for a second, a lopsided and dopey grin would slip free before he tried to hide it away by either coughing into his hand or by biting his bottom lip. 

“Man, I can’t believe it. I can’t get a date and that damn gimp has one”

“Bet they’re only like a caretaker or something, you know, hired to pretend to care about him” 

“You are only saying that to make me feel better.” 

“Or because it is true. Really, you think anyone would willingly be together with someone like that? Bet he can’t even get it up, you know I’ve heard that guys with leg issues have other issues in the same area.” 

You had seen the nervous glances that Viktor had sent your way, the barely whisper apology that he spoke. However, it was at the last comment that you stopped, nearly causing the three guys behind you to nearly run into you in the process. 

“Not that our relationship is any of your goddamn business!” You started, having let go of Viktor’s arm so that you could turn to fully face them. And as you took a step closer, your hands shot out to grab and yank at two of their collars so that they were forced to bend down slightly. 

“There is a reason you ain’t with nobody, because all three of you are worthless pieces of shit and everyone can tell. It is very likely that your very glance in the direction of a woman causes her to have a barren womb . Let’s do some reality checks here” You hissed, all the while Viktor trying to gently pull you away. Though as he pulled your hand free, that only resulted in you smacking the one hard on the top of the head as you continued. 

“You have any idea how pathetic it must be to be you?! Everyone out and about this street just wanted to have a good day, get the things they need done, but your head pops off the pillow in the morning with ‘how can be a professional victim today?’. Clearly your parents never relayed the fact to you that, guess what, your opinion isn’t worth that much!” 

Two enforcers were making their way towards the group of you during your speech, one of them sliding between the two groups to break out the berating that you were sending their way. 

“Now, now, break it up” 

“Get that crazy bitch away from me” One of them said, trying to fix their collar only to find that you had ripped two of the buttons off of it when you had yanked it earlier. 

“Hysterical coming from the group that was following someone with a cane to harass them” You lied, not even caring that you were messing with the truth a little as the two enforcers glanced over at Viktor and just assumed that your story was more likely to be correct. 

Now, instead of being a neutral party, body language showed that they were a little more protective of you than they were the three men. And as they saw this shift in attitude, the gravity of the situation dawned on them just how much trouble they were likely to get into if they were changed with harassment. 

“How about you three just head on your way.” The larger of the two enforcers growled, a smirk working its way onto your face as you watched them flinch back at just how intimidating the man was. 

Making a hasty retreat, the three turned and sped away, the two enforcers wishing you both a better day before they headed in the same direction, most likely to keep an eye out on what the group was doing. 

Neither of you said a word as you made the last little bit of the journey back to the apartment. And as you entered, you felt nothing but guilt well up inside as you watched the normally always bright and sunny man silently slip into the bedroom. 

You had been an embarrassment, you knew that the moment the adrenaline wore off. So as you peaked through the crack of the bedroom door, seeing the man curled up in the blankets, you had already assumed that you were sleeping on the couch that night. 

However, you still wanted to make him feel better…but how did you do that? 

A soul crushing guilt started to take hold as you weren’t sure what to do to brighten his mood. He had always been the one to know how to fix your’s, so with his nearly always sarcastic humor, you had never needed to do this. 

Going through your list of things he liked, you started to compile a list…though some of the things were completely useless to think about. You knew that he liked the docks and boats, not really being helpful at the moment. Of course he loved his sciences, but was mentioning his work really the best solution right now? 

You had landed on the sweet milk that he liked, biting your lip as you went off of the memories of him making it to try and make it correctly. As you poured the milk into the mug, you couldn’t help but panic at the final step you remembered. He always sprinkled on a little bit of a dark brown powerd…which now looking at your cabinet, that could be cinnamon or cocoa power…fuck. 

Hazarding a guess, you went for chocolate, assuming that since the chocolate flavor would be sweeter and with his sweet tooth it would be the most likely answer. Hopefully. 

Bring that as well as the last cupcake that you had been saving, figuring that he deserved it more at this moment, you softly knocked on the door before making your way to the mass of blankets. You had expected to receive an angry scolding for your actions earlier..only to find Viktor quickly hiding his face, but not before you saw the remnants of tears on his cheeks. 

Nervousness gone, your priority was on the man before you and making sure that he was alright. 

“Hey hey hey, no hiding-” Setting the plate and cup down on the bedside table, you knelt down on the floor as you gently cradled his cheeks in the palms of your hands. And as you softly held his cheeks, the words spilled out like the tears that spilled free as well. 

“I’m so sorry. It is all my fault, I knew something like this would happen. I just knew it.” 

“How in the world is this your fault?” 

The man had to be just shaken up from the interaction, sure he was from the undercity, but you frankly couldn’t understand how his brilliant mind would attribute some bastard’s actions being something he had to apologize for

“They only picked on you because of…of me” He sniffed softly, going to pull away from your touch only to find that your grip wasn’t budging. 

“No no, my dear sweet Vitya, no” Wanting to use his childhood name to bring him some source of comfort. Peppering soft kisses at where his tears were, you ever so gently slipped onto the bed beside him, finding that as you did so the man reached out to latch to you. 

“My dear…Šikovný?” You asked softly, not sure if you were using the term right as you had constantly been trying to learn more of his language. Though, at the breathy chuckle in response you could only assume that it hadn’t been correct. 

“Your dear clever? I am not certain what you were trying to say, Solnyshko” It seemed to at least get him a little out of the funk that he had found himself in. Even if it was at the expense of your pride. 

“...I was trying to call you a clever boy…” You muttered, the soft chuckle only seeming to get a little louder as you had been completely off. 

“That would be múdry chlapec, smart boy” He teased, knowing that as soon as you realized that you had been completely off your face was going to erupt a bright red like a tomato. 

“...you’re kidding me..” 

As Viktor tried to stifle his laughter his only response was a soft shake of his head, his hair softly bouncing in the process. 

“Your efforts were appreciated none the less.” 

Scoffing at his words, you sat up to reach for the items that you had brought with you, turning to find that as you had sat up Viktor had as well. Inquisitive eyes shifting to the plate that held the cupcake that he knew you had been saving. And as you saw the moment to explain, you gently placed the warm cup in his hands. 

“I wanted to do something to help you feel better, so I attempted to make your sweet milk” You said, filled with both excitement and worry about how it would turn out. Then Viktor, seeing this, was quick to take a large gulp without another word. 

For a moment there was nothing but silence, it seemed to be a struggle for the brunette to force it down. All the while a plethora of emotions flashed through his eyes as he did his best to keep his expression neutral. 

“Well…eh…” He started, ever so slightly tipping the cup to inspect what exactly was inside. Even from the angle you were sitting you could tell that in the milk were little pieces of solid milk, it being unknown to you that since you had heated it too quickly that you had curdled the milk. 

“It’s an…interesting variation” As he took in another small sip, to try and get it all down, he couldn’t help but notice the odd flavor that was coming from the topping. “And, the cinnamon, is it old by chance? It tastes a little…off” 

“Cinnamon? Shit…” That earned you a worried expression, stopping mid sip. “I thought you had used cocoa powder…” 

That seemed to be that final bit of information that broke his resolve. Leaning across the bed to the other side table on his end, he placed the cup out of reach before bringing his attention back to you. 

“My darling, my ever perfect love, I will teach you how to make sweet milk…till then, please don’t attempt to do it again, at least not without me present” He chuckled softly, hands coming to run small circles in an attempt to comfort you

“Fucking stop it!” You finally cracked, unable to keep your voice calm. “You always put me above everything that is happening and I did this for you! You were the one that was hurt today, you were the one they were picking on, I am trying to make you feel better! To get you to talk to me about it” 

“Oh I can tell” His voice was light and calm compared to yours, not at all bothered by how you exploded. It was just how you were, he was quiet and collected while you tended to be loud and bouncing from idea to idea. Though as he saw that this wasn’t going to be fixed by just a simple joke, a sigh was exalted before he decided to open up. 

“I’ve told you about my childhood, how friends were not really a part of my early life. The small times I had friends, I saw how the other kids treated them, picking on them for playing with me. Even if we are adults I knew that similar bullies, even if they were older, would harass you in the same manner.” 

You took his hand into your own, giving a gentle squeeze to remind him that you were there for support as he delved into his own insecurities. 

“As I got older, a teenager, I heard from the others about their sexual encounters. From deduction alone I couldn’t help but grow worried. They spoke about their own…releases, the time it took for them to reach it on their own, and I always found that my times were far longer. So I looked into the research on the topic, finding that there were indeed cases where men born with my..condition would have complications. They never specified the exact details of what they were, but I had not wanted to look into it more at the time.” 

You pushed down a laugh, not wanting to butt into his story when you had the answer to that. 

“ I only worry about you not getting everything you deserve from a relationship. You deserve a man who can protect you, who doesn’t embarrass you in public, who can satisfy you in bed…” He trailed off, you just not able to hold the information any longer. 

“Viktor, baby, the ‘complications’ you are talking about are about you not hardening. And, I feel bad that it’s taken you till now to know this…but it is far more embarrassing for the ones you overheard to have such short times compared to your longer one.” 

A quick kiss before you motioned towards the failed attempt at sweet milk to the side. 

“I’m clearly not a good cook, does that make me a failed partner and make you want to break up with me?” You asked, your point clicking instantly in the man’s brain as he scoffed. 

“I see what you're going for. No I wouldn’t so there is no reason for me to believe you would leave me.” 

“Exactly, besides, I think we compliment each other well. You are a far better cook than I will ever be and I’ll be the one that does the protecting. Besides, I find it fun” 

Amber eyes rolled as you pulled him close, knowing he was just being sassy as he sunk into your touch. 

That night, you finally had your chance to pamper the man. He had the cupcake, smiling as his sweet tooth was appeased. As well as being able to curl up with his head on your chest, your fingers softly running through his hair. Slipping off to sleep, you felt such a sense of accomplishment as you had been able to help Viktor for once, already having ideas on how you wanted to brighten up his days from then on.

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[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

It's Alive!

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 552

Summary: Dieter plays Frankenstein with his daughter

Warnings: toddler mishaps, misuse of superglue, lots of fluffy adorableness at the end

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The end of the workday was something you looked forward to. You couldn’t wait to go home to a loving husband and adorable daughter. Except today took and unexpected detour. Your phone rang as soon as you had gotten into your car.

“Hey Dieter.”

“Hey, honey cakes, promise me you won’t panic.”

“You know saying that is going to make me worry.”

He sighed, “Well, I’m in the hospital.”

“You’re what?”

“Cupcake and I-she’s fine. Clara is completely fine.”

You let out a sigh of relief but then remembered there was still news.

“So cupcake and I were playing Frankenstein, you know the black and white Universal Studio version.”

“Let me guess, you were Boris Karloff?”

“Yeah, and she wanted to make me into a monster the way you turn people into monsters…” You dreaded where this was going.

“I have no idea how she managed it, but she got her hands on some superglue.”

Clearly, you there were still a few places you had to childproof and you facepalmed at the thought.

“How bad is it?” you asked.

“Wait a minute.”

You heard the ping of an impending message. It was a picture of Dieter all covered in green face paint and various bits of rubbish were glued in strategic places over his face and body.

“She did a pretty good job actually.”

“I rang Adrién for help,” Dieter continued. “They couldn’t manage to get anything off so now I’m waiting for professionals to remove them at the hospital. I’ll need a long shower when I get back,” he sighed which was laced with sadness.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was frustrated and I…I didn’t mean to, but I raised my voice at Clara and now I’ve upset her.”

“It’s probably just a shock as it never happens.”

“Yeah but I hate that and if she now thinks I hate her and if she gets scared of…”

“She’ll never be scared of you,” you firmly reassured him. “I’ll talk to her.”

You walked down the hallway of the hospital where you found Clara, still dressed in her mad scientist outfit, curled up in a chair looking glum.

“Dieter is the other room waiting to be taken home. I tried to tempt the little miss with treats but she’s not up for anything at the moment.” You thanked Adrién then turned to comfort your daughter.

“Daddy mad, now we can’t play Frankie-stein anymore.”

“Oh pumpkin,” you knelt down to be eye level with her. “Daddy’s not made at you. You remember when the creature first woke up, he was confused and a little scared. That’s how daddy felt.”

“So not mad?”

“No, just scared,” you moved now to cuddle her close. “But next time you want to play Frankenstein, you’ll need an assistant.”

She looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes she could only have gotten from her father, “You be Igor?”

“Yes, I’ll be Igor. And we’ll make a very nice creature together.”

That cheered her up immensely so you both went into the room to collect Dieter. Naturally, he had fallen asleep waiting. His face still had green painted on it so when you gently shook his leg, he woke up with a bolt sitting upright making an almost animalistic groan, almost like in the film.

“It’s alive! It’s alive!”

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[swissboyhisch]

Baking Antics

Pairing: Anthony Beauvillier x Reader

Summary: A rainy day means baking and dancing in the kitchen.

Word Count: 1002

Warnings: Nothing but does hint to sex at the end.

A/N: Beauvillier is one of my favourites. And I'm so glad I got to watch him play just after he was traded. Though the trade was a rough one.

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Today was a baking kind of day. A rainy day in Vancouver, how unusual. You decided that whilst Tito had a morning skate that you’d whip up a couple things. Namely, a couple of batches of cupcakes, brownies and your famous M&M and Oreo bake.

Natalie Miller had revealed that their eldest’s school was doing a bake sale when you both were at the home game the other night. Your love for baking was well known amongst the Islanders’ families. But yet to be revealed to your new team. You also loved helping out where you can. You hadn’t been able to bake since you and Tito moved to the city. Now you have the perfect reason.

Especially since you and Tito were new to the team in a sense. Since the trade from New York, both of you tried to fit in where you can. Whilst Tito was the bubbly, happy-go-lucky guy who could fit in with any team. Even if he had been traded to the Rangers instead. You were more reserved, despite your time in the spotlight. You were self-conscious coming into another group of WAGs. Scared of being the outsider once more. 

You got everything set up in your apartment kitchen. All the ingredients out on the bench with all the utensils as well. Instead of being boring you set up your laptop with some karaoke and even an Instagram live. On the app, you were popular due to being known for your time on Broadway and as Tito’s fiance. You started the live and watched people join. 

“Hey everyone,” You smile, seeing some of the comments flooding in. Every now and then you’d see someone comment a role you had done. “I’m about to start baking cupcakes and some different slices. I thought why not have you guys join. So it wouldn’t be as lonely. Maybe mess around and sing some songs while we’re at it.”

Shuffling your broadway playlist, the first song to come up was Defying Gravity. You quickly skip the song and apologize to the viewers. Promising to sing it later once your voice has warmed up. The next one to come on was Beautiful from Heathers. It was one role you had loved from when you were young, Veronica Sawyer. 

“I’ve decided on making a batch of vanilla and chocolate cupcakes first.”

You started to follow the recipes in front of you. Pausing every so often to read comments and interact with the viewers. While you waited for the cupcakes to cool down, you started on your brownies. Which were a hit, especially with Mat. You lost count at how many batches you made specifically for him. 

“Do I miss New York?” You read out, the comment catching your eye. You smiled sadly at the thought of your home for the duration of yours and Tito’s relationship. “Of course I do. Tito and I were talking last night about how we miss our little group. We even facetimed Mat. The boys miss each other. I miss the girls a lot. But we’ve settled in here. Made friends. You guys know Tito could make friends with anyone. Even a bear if it came down to it.”

The comments flowed. A lot of the fans were picking up on how you guys missed Mat. Majority of the comments were also involving quotes from Mat’s interviews recently. Of course you had seen it. Both you and your boyfriend had cried over it. Mat was your best friend after meeting through Tito. He always stated he was your permanent third wheel. Sadly, the trade chucked a wrench in that tricycle.

“Did you guys have any requests for me to sing?” You ask, trying to redirect everyone from the talk of your old home. After a moment, you pulled up your Spotify and started playing Satisfied from Hamilton. “You guys want me to suffer. I haven’t sung this for a while and the rapping will not be clean. That’s for sure.”

The music started as you started to mix the brownie ingredients. “A toast to the groom… To the Bride.”

You danced around the kitchen, enjoying yourself for what seemed like the first time in months. Since the trade, you felt stressed and out of place. Tito had done everything he could but there was only so much. The song transitioned from Hamilton to Moulin Rouge. Specifically Welcome to the Moulin Rouge. Nini was your last role before you moved to Vancouver. One that you fell in love with while performing it. It was in your top 3 roles you’ve got to play.

“I’ll probably start dancing at some point with this song,” You chuckled, already wanting to do the choreography that was still fresh in your mind.

Seamlessly, you continued with your baking. Pulling out your brownies. Making the icing for the cupcakes. Mixing the batter for the M&M and Oreo bake. In between you dance along to the music. Without you noticing, Tito had gotten home and snuck up behind you after you placed the finished products on the bench. He wrapped his hands around our waist. You jumped but the familiar smell of his cologne calmed you.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” He whispers in your ear, in time with the music.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” You respond, smirking at him.

Tito leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Oi, mon amour.”

“I’m doing an Instagram live,” You reveal, nodding to your phone. “Say hi to your fans.”

Without missing a beat, Tito grins and waves to the camera. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m stealing the star of your show. I’ve missed her after training and I want to cuddle.”

The pair of your big goodbye quickly to the viewers and ended the stream. You made sure everything was turned off. Double checking and triple checking the oven being off. After that, both you and Anthony retreated to your bedroom for some…. Pregame rituals… and his nap after.

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[animeomegas]

Omg monarch in need some short hcs about what happens with Minato, alpha reader, Naruto and kakashi after the incident (I’m so glad kakashi is getting some love in this my poor baby I can imagine how distressed he must’ve been🥺🥺)

Okay, I thought about it, and I want to write a few little snippets from the years for this family! Enjoy, queen 😉 @queenondeezmatatas

tw: miscarriage mention.

Naruto's first birthday:

Minato doesn't celebrate Naruto's first birthday.

He just can't. Everything is so fresh on the anniversary of his mate's death. He spends the day in bed, and he feels so guilty about that, but... he can't pretend to be happy.

He's so grateful that you, his best friend, are there to look after Naruto. To buy him a cupcake and a little candle in the shape of a 1.

And he's even more glad that you took a photo of you and Naruto with the little cupcake and candle, so that Minato has something to show Naruto in the future and something to frame for his bedside table of course.

After his birthday is over, Minato feels guilty for missing it and goes a little crazy on gifts for Naruto as an apology, who is very excited by the new army of stuffed animals he now has.

"Come on, Naruto, let's go see oma!" you bounced him in your arms as he giggled. You'd just fed him his little cupcake and the sugar rush was in full effect. You'd planned to leave Minato alone today, but Naruto was insisting on seeing him, using one of the few words he knew over and over again to make his point.

"Oma! Oma! Yes!" he babbled, still giggling.

And it was his birthday, so you felt bad for denying him the chance to see his own oma. But as you knocked and then slowly opened up the door to Minato's room, you suddenly felt nervous; you didn't know what state he was in. Was this a good idea?

"Minato, I-"

"Oma! Oma! Oma!" Naruto yelled, wiggling in your arms and demanding to be put down. You did as he wanted and watched as he waddled over on unsteady feet to Minato's bedside. You could hardly see him in the dark room.

"Hey, Naruto," you saw the shadowed figure of Minato sit up and tiredly address his son, voice rough. "What are you doing?"

"Oma, up!" Naruto demanded, and you watched Minato pick him up and settle him on his chest as he laid back down.

You moved closer to them both and you could see the tear stains on Minato's pillows and the red rimmed eyes and nose. He hadn't showered or eaten the food you brought in for him this morning. You sighed sadly. This was to be expected.

And then Naruto decided it was time to jump. On Minato's chest.

You heard the 'oof' noise of all the air in Minato's lungs leaving him, but before you had time to intercept Naruto, he had grabbed a handful of Minato's hair to balance himself.

Minato weakly tried to sit up, but Naruto remained firmly gripped on, and it took the two of you working together to unlatch his fingers.

Naruto wiggled as soon as you took him in your arms.

"No! Oma, up!" he shouted, holding his arms out to Minato, who just looked so exhausted and depressed, that you immediately backed away towards the door. He needed time. You shouldn't have come in in the first place. You were going to take Naruto to your room and let him tantrum it out.

"No! Oma, oma!" Naruto wailed dramatically. "Oma, up!"

"Oma's sleepy Naruto," you tried to coax him as you exited the room and shut the door behind you. "Come on, let's go and play with some of your new toys!"

You only hoped things would get easier with time.

2. The first time Naruto called you appa:

You and Minato talked around your role in Naruto's life a lot. Neither of you were too keen to push the issue or give it a definitive label.

You loved Naruto dearly. You raised Naruto with Minato. You were an alpha parent figure.

Naruto called you by your name, following Minato's example.

But when he was about 3 and started to spend time with other families while you and Minato worked, he saw that other people had appas. But he had one too?? He was confused, but he wanted to have an appa like everyone else and he kinda did, but it was different?

So, when you, Minato, Naruto and Kakashi were having dinner, Naruto suddenly dropped a bomb.

"Come on, Naruto, you can eat a bit more," you tried to coax him to accept the spoon of mashed potatoes. "Look, Kakashi is eating his, he's a big boy for eating his food."

Kakashi looked vaguely embarrassed to be spoken about in such a way, but didn't protest.

"No, appa, I don't want it!"

The room seemed to freeze. You whipped your head over to Minato was was staring at you and Naruto with a complicated expression on his face. His knuckles were white as he gripped onto his cutlery.

Kakashi looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, and Naruto picked up on the mood change and started to fidget in his seat and bite his lip.

"Naruto-" you started before Minato cut you off.

"Naruto, don't be difficult for appa, okay? Eat the last bit of mash, there's only two spoons left."

Your heart constricted in your chest as Minato made an obvious decision.

"I-I'm... Kakashi, you needed some more kunai right? The shops will close soon, why don't we go now?" Minato changed the topic and stood up suddenly. Kakashi stood too, eager to leave the awkwardness behind.

It seemed that Minato had made a decision, but that he still needed time to process it. That was fine. Everything was fine.

"That's fine, Naruto and I will play together while you're gone, as soon as he finishes his mash that is."

You hesitated before continuing.

"Do you want to play with appa, Naruto?"

Naruto grinned at you, and you almost winced against the pure sunshine.

"Appa!" he squealed excitedly. "Play now?"

"Eat your mash first."

"Noooooooo."

3. When you and Minato finally crossed the boundary between friends and lovers:

Kakashi was on a mission, Naruto was staying with Shikaku and Yoshino for a play date with Shikamaru, now just about to turn four.

And you and Minato ended up drinking together on the floor of the living room, just laughing and sharing stories and enjoying the peace for a bit.

But the emotions ran high, and you kissed him without thinking about it.

The alcohol stopped you from thinking about how much of a bad decision this is. All either of you could think about is the feeling of the other one, how long it had been for both of you, and how much you felt for each other.

It ended up a one night stand that both parties agreed to forget.

Neither one forgot though. Things had changed even if neither would admit it.

And then Minato got pregnant.

Minato clutched the test with a trembling hand.

He'd ruined everything. He'd behaved like a teenager and now he was facing the consequences.

What was he going to do? How was he going to tell you? How...

He ended up crying on the bathroom floor, terrible memories being dragged to the surface to mingle with the fears of the future.

He'd ruined everything.

That's how you found him.

And then had the longest and most awkward talk of your life. You agreed to try and make this work between you two for the new baby. So you didn't confuse Naruto. So people wouldn't think badly of Minato, who needed the respect of people to be hokage. He was the first omega hokage and he could already imagine the fallout if certain clans or groups of civilians found out he'd conceived with a one night stand, best friend or not.

It was almost scary how well you fell into the relationship together.

It was natural and so easy to love each other.

And it started to become real. After three months, it felt like any other relationship. You loved him and he loved you. Naruto was used to the affection between the two of you now, and Kakashi had raised a few eyebrows at first but no longer reacted.

And then Minato has a miscarriage.

"Shh, it's alright," you soothed Minato, rubbing his back. "Let it all out, it's okay to cry."

"I'm just so confused," he cried softly, leaning into your shoulder.

"Why are you confused, darling?"

"I didn't want this pup originally, but I still did kind of want them and looked forward to meeting them, and now I'm confused about how to feel. Does that make me a bad oma?"

"That's normal. I feel the same way. I'm sad, but things are a lot easier this way, it's hard to deny that. You're not a bad person for feeling like this, I promise."

"But I'm also confused because," he sniffed and wiped at his eyes. "Because there's no reason for us to... continue now... but I want to, I want to keep going like this, but..."

"But?" you asked, nervous.

"I'm scared," Minato breathed out like he was just realising this for the first time. "After what happened to Kushina, I... I'm terrified."

"There doesn't have to be anything big or scary right now, let's just... see how we go. There's no rush, no expectation. We can simply be us, like we've always been, whatever that might mean."

Minato opened his mouth to reply, but the front door opened and cut him off. Kakashi was back from taking Naruto to the park.

Minato hurriedly sat up and wiped his eyes, plastering a smile on his face.

"You guys are back! How was the park?"

4. Naruto's graduation:

You and Minato stood outside the academy with baited breath. Minato had taken the afternoon off to be here to hear Naruto's result. You had faith in him, but the nerves were still there. He'd be heartbroken if he failed.

You absently rocked your youngest pup in you arms, leaving Minato to distract you older one with little jutsu tricks as she oohed and ahhed over them, begging to start the academy early.

And then the doors swung open and a small flood of children barrelled out, the bright blond hair easily spot between them.

And he was grinning and proudly clutching a hitai-ate in his hand.

You whooped and laughed as he ran towards you and his siblings.

"I did it!!! I told you!!!" he cheered, throwing himself into Minato's arms, who ruffled his hair and embraced him tightly.

"We knew you could do it!"

"Naruto! You did it!" your older daughter shouted, hugging around Naruto's thigh. Naruto laughed and bopped her on the nose. He was such a good big brother.

He turned to you last, gently hugging you so as not to hurt his baby sister.

"I did it, appa," he whispered, burying his face into your shoulder. "I did it."

"You did," you said proudly, wrapping an arm around him. "And I'm so proud of you."

#minato x reader #hcs #omegaverse #a/b/o #headcanons #naruto #alpha!reader #reader insert #tw miscarriage

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Herro! It I, SleepyAnon :DDD

It is past 5am and I am really sleepy—

BUT! What if hero/villain really likes to cook and bake as a way to relax and have a lot of leftovers, so they give some to their neighbors. The neighbors being villains/heros and vigilantes and everyone doesn’t know their alter ego— (think it’ll be cute if most of them really like hero/villain and have an unspoken agreement to not mess with the block they live in)

((And idea of how they can find out is by smell or little smears of ingredients, along with behavior—))

A/N: SLEEPYANON THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE PROMPT EVER (which you’ve granted me a lot of amazing prompts and I happen to follow a lot of awesome prompt blogs but this one is such a MOOD for me) <3 In other news, I really should be baking pie but here I am, writing instead 😜

Warnings: some violence, reference to fainting (no actual fainting occurs in this fic😊), me avoiding my responsibilities, unedited

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Hero tapped their fingers patiently against their knees, leaning over themselves as they sat staring into the oven and watching their perfect pie bake. It didn’t matter that there was flour streaked in their hair or crusty pie dough caked underneath their fingers, all that mattered was the apple crumb pie baking in the oven and filling their home with a warm buttery and cinnamon scent.

Inhaling deeply, Hero sighed. They sagged against the back of the kitchen chair they sat in and leaned their head against the back of the chair.

All was quiet and still after an afternoon full of washing apples, whipping up pie dough and rolling it out, then peeling and slicing the apples, and finally putting together the pie filling. They weren’t entirely convinced there wasn’t pie dough in their hair too or spiced apple juice dried into their hair either, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

This was heaven.

Sure, they were sore from being on their feet all day and from struggling to roll out the pie dough and getting it sit just right on their pie plate and delicately crimping the edges, but it was worth it.

And it would be all the more worth their while when it was done and cooled enough to bring to their new neighbor to say “welcome to your new home!”

After all, Hero knew just how awful the city could be and how quickly a good day could turn rotten. That, and moving was such a headache. Hero certainly wouldn’t have minded if someone had brought them a pie when they’d moved into the row of brick townhomes.

As it was, the few times their neighbors had tried to reciprocate the small acts of kindness from Hero’s baking habit, hadn’t exactly gone over well. If Hero had learned anything about their neighbors, it was that none of them could bake. Some of them could cook—which was a lovely surprise when a full meal had shown up on their doorstep moments after they’d gotten home from their shift—but it seemed like they were then only one on the block capable of baking anything.

It was the thought that counted though. They’d happily accept another tray of over baked cookies (not burnt, Hero would never say that unless the whole cookie was as hard as a hockey puck) if it meant knowing that someone had thought of them just as they’d often thought of their neighbors…

Hero laughed to themselves.

So maybe their baking wasn’t that righteous. In truth, all they cared about baking and getting their mind off of their work and whatever troubles had crossed their mind thanks to the meddlesome actions of whatever villain they’d fought. Too often, Hero would bake a whole batch of cookies or cupcakes and realize they couldn’t possibly eat them all by themselves. They couldn’t even save everything in the freezer (they really should try to work on their stash of previously baked goods to make room for new desserts or at least some ice cream but they often couldn’t wait for their pick-me-up treat to defrost).

But today, they were truly baking from the kindness of their heart and not their stress or frustrations about being one of the city’s shining saviors.

They bit their lip.

Hopefully their new neighbor liked pie.

***

Villain grabbed their mask and slipped it on. Even though it’d been a few good minutes since they’d set their fork and plate aside, they could still taste the sweetness of the apple and the warmth of the cinnamon. What they wouldn’t do for another piece, but staying home didn’t pay the bills. They didn’t know what they’d do if they missed this opportunity to rob the City Bank.

For month’s they’d surveyed the bank, its security, the employees and tellers. If they didn’t hit it today, they didn’t know when the next opportunity would come around and they couldn’t wait, not if they wanted to pay off their debt to Supervillain.

As they slipped out of their townhome, Villain wondered what their sweet, precious, innocent neighbor would do if they ever found out just who their new neighbor was.

Chuckling to themselves, Villain imagined they’d faint. They seemed like the sort of too-good-to-be-real person that somehow manifested straight out of a T.V. show or a book. There was no way their neighbor, who they’d learned from a few of the other neighbors who’d stopped by to say hello, had a habit of baking and sharing their treats with the neighborhood would survive the news of living next door to a villain.

Villain’s lips set in a grim line. They’d have to make certain their neighbor never found out, especially if they could bake a pie that delicious and habitually share their homemade baked goods.

***

Villain huffed, finally pinning their nemesis down on the lobby floor. Leaning closer, they meant to sneer in their face, but something gave them pause. Sweet apples and cinnamon? Villain sniffed again, trying to be discreet as they leaned even closer and squinted down at their nemesis. Something white streaked through their hair, along with something slightly yellow in color.

“Excuse you, creep,” Hero said, squirming and managing to flip them both over so Villain was the one pinned down to the gross bank floor. “But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t sniff me.”

Villain couldn’t even manage a glare, catching another whiff of what could only be apple pie. “Were you baking?”

Hero froze, their grip loosening just the slightest bit.

But it was enough for Villain to shove them away and jump to their feet.

“I-I don’t know what—”

“You’ve got flour in your hair!”

Hero rolled their eyes, crossing their arms. “All right so I was baking! Unless you’re about to go into anaphylactic shock, I don’t see how what I was doing before you decided to ruin my day by robbing a bank matters!”

Villain scoffed. “Yeah like some flour and crusted pie filling is going to do me in.”

Hero’s hand erupted into flame. “I never said what I was baking.”

Villain froze. Cursing silently to themselves, Villain’s eyes darted to the bag full of money they’d collected from the bank drawers and from breaking into the ATM machine they’d dropped when Hero had flung a ball of fire at them earlier to announce their presence.

“Yeah well…it’s apple season?” Villain tried in vain to lie their way out of the bind they’d wrapped themselves in. “Anyway, it’s always nice to not be burned after one of these little—”

Villain flung themselves to the floor, dodging the ball of flame Hero threw their way. Twisting around in time to see the flames die out before the fire caught on anything flammable, Villain was absolutely certain.

Hero was their new neighbor.

“How did you know I was baking pie?” Hero hissed, bouncing a ball of flame in their hand.

“Because…” Villain hesitated, searching their mind for an excuse. They saw Hero raise their arm like they were getting ready to throw that ball of flame. “IMYOURNEWNEIGHBOR!”

Villain braced themselves, shielding their face with their arms.

Nothing.

No heat hissed against their suit. There wasn’t any light flashing behind their closed eyes from flames hurtling toward them.

Villain peeked open an eye and lowered their arms. Hero stood, their body slack and without a single spark of their flames.

Well, they hadn’t fainted.

No, instead Hero was staring at them with a mix of bafflement and slight horror. “You’re what?”

“Yeah, uh, unit 6?” Villain slowly shifted toward the bag of money. “The apple crumb pie?”

“What a waste of a perfectly good pie,” Hero pouted. Sighing heavily, Hero pinned them in place with a harsh glare. “Take the money,” they said, “Pay your debt to Supervillain, and don’t ever tell a soul about any of this.”

“That’s it?” Villain sputtered. “You’re letting me go? With the money?”

“I’m hoping to buy your silence,” they explained, walking away. Embers sparked from their clenched hands. “It’d be a real shame if I had to move because you found out who I am.”

“Well I wouldn’t have,” Villain muttered, “if you’d only taken a shower when you were done baking.”

“I would’ve!” Hero shouted across the lobby, lobbing a cold ball of flame at them that tickled their face. “But someone decided to rob a bank!”

“Well, I’ll be more considerate next time,” Villain smirked, strolling toward the gaping hole in the bank wall that they’d blasted through earlier. “Especially if it means more pie in my future.”

Hero scoffed. Calling after them, Hero’s harsh made Villain chuckle. “As if.”

#writeblr #my writing #heroes and villains #hero x villain community #baking #hero x villain fluff/feel good stuff #still gotta bake those pies. whoops #this is me belated celebrating my blogiversary and first snippet post lol #and also halloween #Happy Halloween y'all! #trick or treat

[alienorstyx]

The Ocean of fate

Previous part: 3

Chapter 3: Finally on the Island

The fresh morning air awakened America, who wondered if all that had just happened was a simple dream, or a vulgar nightmare due to all the sweets devoured with New Zealand at last night’s dinner. However, it was not her fault that France had brought so many sweets, such as chocolate, marshmallow bears, fruit candies, fruit pastes, Italian biscuits (to make anyone addicted), a few lollipops, and cupcakes, all these treats were intended for the birthday of New Zealand, which had just celebrated her 8th birthday. Their father only tasted the various cupcakes, and the one he liked the most was the lemon one, while her brothers ate some sweets and cakes with their girlfriends. And France like their father only ate some cupcake, but she nevertheless preferred the chocolate/ coconut one. The rest of the treats were swallowed up by New Zealand and America, eating almost everything,if the United Kingdom hadn't prevented them to do it. It was necessary that some remains for breakfast otherwise there would be only simple rusks to put under the tooth.

With difficulty she opened her eyelids, as her body wanted to stay here to sleep, exhausted by all the efforts made to survive. Last night’s dining room was now dark. Yet it was time to rise, the sun had been shining for several hours on the surface. The fish were swimming over America’s head. We were supposed to be around 8:00 am.

I feel like it’s cold and wet today. It’s weird, I feel like I’m surrounded by water. Iiikkk!!! What just got in my hair?!! It keeps moving!

Her fingers brushed against the unknown creature. She just hoped it wasn’t some sort of insect, and especially not a cockroach, she hated them, this mistake of nature. How many times had it happened to her, that those filthy beasts climbed on her while she was sleeping peacefully. Their little paws twisting in her thick hair. A real war to remove them. Too many times it happened that she stop keeping track of it.

It’s a dream! It’s not possible that this is what I’m thinking. It's skin looks like a snake or a fish, so cold, so slippery. These are scales! I will put my hand in the fire!

Her eyes opened wide, as she reflexively raised her upper body. Her head hit an oil lamp, that was turned off. Thus she could see a light flickering like a lighthouse in the darkness. The lamp was found to be hanging on one of the bearing walls. The girl tried to stand up. Without much success. Realizing too late that her legs were non-existent. 

Instead, she could not see what was holding her against the ground. But whatever it might be, the weight that put her down, was enough to anguish the girl. To reassure herself, the American touched with her trembling hand what should have been her right leg , sadly she had the unpleasant feeling of touching thick scales.

What is it that...  WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ! I’m still in the middle of a nightmare! My legs... I can’t feel them anymore. I have to drag myself to the light to see more clearly! Let’s go a little courage, you can do it girl. it’s only a few meters. It must just be a small flood, It often happens on these islands during bad weather. I hope New Zealand and Dad are all right. Canada and Australia will be fine, they are like cockroaches, indestructible and boring. With difficulty, She crawled, getting hit by absolutely all the objects that floated.

Finally arriving under the light, it was with shock that she discovered what her legs looked like. From the top of her belly to the bottom of what was previously her feet, rested a huge and long green and golden tail. The fins had golden tips while the rest was transparent.

Ring ring ring

America opened her eyes to the sound of the alarm, hoping to be back in reality, her eyes stared at the arched ceiling. What a funny dream. Me,  becoming a mermaid? It would be pure science fiction, I’m not in one of those B-movies, where after suffering a near death experience, a poor girl finds herself in a body that is not her own. All her senses are altered and she decides to take revenge on the mad scientists who turned her into a monster. And all those who tried to oppose her revenge against the organization Y. To finally end up impaled by an alcoholic fisherman who is admired throughout the film by the blonde and brainless heroine, who falls madly in love with him, thinking that she could change him. Actually, no. He will remain a depressed alcoholic and their romance will be unhappy and short-lived. And there, the camera fades the happy vision of the two main characters and glides gently at the surface of the water, we see them now blurred, leaning over each other to kiss and then a shadow quickly passes on the screen. The camera stopped filming on a wreck. We heard resonant noises coming from inside the ruin. Which implies that a continuation is possible for a second movie. And finally, the credits of all the beautiful team that participated to write such a scenario. Well, it’s not all that. I should  get up, nature calls me.

The American stretched her limbs out from under the thick sheet, not noticing the hand-stitched embroideries, representing small flowers and long perpendicular lines. The girl was still in the living room from the day before, the pot was at her feet, a thick copper lid now rested on it, to keep food safe from possible insects. Difficult to find under the sea. But you never know, if there was not one hidden in a crack.

The antiquity that served as an alarm clock still sounded loudly as America finally managed to stop it's infernal noise by pressing on the head of the small metal object. A small noise on the side, attracted the attention of the girl. Hidden under the sheet, was her kind hostess of the day before. The pretty woman must have fallen asleep shortly after America did. Her face seemed so peaceful. Her skin, as white as the moon, bore no trace of suffering or pain. In comparison, her lips were of the darkest red. So sensual. Her whole body seemed so silky, so soft to caress. That temptation was strong for the American.

Hold it together, America! You wouldn’t want a stranger to come and caress you while you sleep! Hold it. You don’t know what she’s thinking about you. Hell! You don’t even know if she’s attracted to girls at all. Don’t get the signs wrong. This could cause more embarrassment than anything else. You will normally chat with her when she wakes up. You’ll invite her for coffee or dinner to thank her for saving your life. And then you’ll see if there’s chemistry between you and her. We’re not just trying to do a one-night stand. Get to know her before you try your luck like a 44-year-old truck driver on a highway when he sees at the gas station, a pretty girl in a red convertible.

Slowly, the hostess awoke. Her eyelids shook twice before opening halfway. Her gaze turned directly to the American woman, who was standing in front of her, seating closely, and who avoided her gaze without great discretion. This amused Russia. Who rose gracefully from the carpet. Knowing full well that her tunic reflected wonderfully the curves of her body. This attracted without surprise the look of the American who contemplated it while blushing.

" For breakfast, I can offer you a very simple porridge with fruit. I’m sorry I can’t offer you more...but I haven’t made provisions for the next few months." Her gentle tone immediately conquered America who did not want to appear insolent, saying that she absolutely did not like porridge. Especially the half-burned one of her father, where she still didn't know how he managed to have such a result in the kitchen.

"That’s fine. I... I love porridge! Don’t worry!"

" Perfect. I will prepare it. If you want to wash, I can prepare a bath for you. It won’t be ready until after breakfast, I’m sorry."

"Thank you...thank you! A good bath can revitalize any woman! Ahaha..."

" Yes. " Without saying another word, Russia got up, lit the oil lamp and disappeared into the corridor.

Why did I say that? She’s going to think I’m weird. You couldn’t hold back! Huh! ? my  damn brain! I have to break any misunderstanding. Or it will create even more embarrassing situation. Arg!! I do not know what to do...

While America was lost in her thoughts, her host worked to prepare the best fruit porridge. Looking for seasonal fruits in her boxes, she still had two pears, three apricots, an apple, a banana and a peach. That will do it perfectly fine. While cooking she waited for the water destined for the bath to heat. In about twenty minutes everything will be ready.

Russia quickly returned to the living room. She noticed that the sheet had been folded and put to the side, this little attention made her smile. With a calm gesture, she handed the bowl of porridge to America who took it and thanked her timidly. Hesitant, America took the first spoon of porridge.

"Hmpf! It's really good." She said, with the spoon still in her mouth. Before looking away, her whole face was bright red.

"I am glad to know that you liked my recipe."

"It’s delicious." It’s not just the recipe I like, you’re as appetizing as this dish. But it would be too embarrassing to say out loud.

Once breakfast was over, Russia showed America the bathroom. Which was a bit rustic. A simple bathtub in which Russia poured the last bucket of hot water.

" I hope the water will be at your temperature. I am afraid it will be too hot for a girl with as delicate a skin as you."

"That will do. My father says that my skin is as hard as the one of a bull. Eh eh!"

"Good. I will let you enjoy this bath. I will prepare your belongings, which are still damp, unfortunately. You can keep this dress."

"Thank you. But it is not necessary, I can wear my clothes very well, a little bit of moisture will not kill me."

"No, no. They smell too much like seawater and I’m not sure it’s very comfortable in the state they are right now."

"Oh, then could I offer you a coffee or dinner at the restaurant to thank you for all that you have done?"

" Uh... Okay. Just in a little crowded place."

"All right. Are we discussing this later?"

"Yes, take a bath before the water gets cold."

The hot water did America a great feel. She relaxed completely. Once out of the bath, she took the towel on the wooden stool. Dried quickly. And joined Russia in the living room. The two young women decided to meet the next morning for a coffee near the city center and then lunch at the port or in one of the alleys of the city.

To get to the surface, Russia showed America the simplest way and the one she used the least, but this little detail she did not specify to the other woman. Together, they climbed into the elevator, which after a few squeaks began to rise. Very quickly they were on the surface. Arriving in a small house. The door opened inside the living room. What surprised America was the very dusty state of the house, but she did not comment on it. The young woman indicated her which way to follow to reach the beach then her hotel. Wishing her good luck.

Happily, America crossed the thick forest following the hidden beacons against the trees or in the branches. Her bag full of wet clothing was hooking to all brambles and branches. As for her feet, they were hurting like she walked on glass but in about 30 minutes she could relax in the hotel and annoy her brothers and then play with New Zealand.

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[pbandjesse]

I hate how often my slow days make me feel guilty. I didn't do anything wrong! I was generally productive! I even made time to read today! This is why I have so many projects at any given time. Because without moving all the time I feel so much guilt. It sucks. I did have a nice day. But man. That guilt in the pit of my stomach is not fun.

I slept better last night but I woke up feeling all dried out. I sort of remember James leaving but I woke up to texts from them arriving at their conference. I would get little updates throughout the day. And would be pleased when they didn't stay for dinner and I got to spend the evening with them.

But for most of the day I just enjoyed my own company.

I got dressed and made the bed. I felt cute but I have three under the skin pimples all next to each other on my jaw and it hurts very much but I also couldn't stop touching the area all day which of course just made it feel worse. Two of them seems have calmed down now but the one is very sore still and sucks.

I tried not to focus on that though. I made the bed. And had cereal for breakfast. Which was fine. It's the mini stuff again but cinnamon toast crunch and honestly I think it would work as maybe a topping or a Krispy treat situation. But on its own I didn't love the texture.

I would spend the next hour or so working on my lesson plans for this summer. Because I'm the only one who looks at them for teaching purposes I just collected images and made supply lists. I am excited for the projects. And I think I have a good balance of ones that are going to take a lot of prep on my part and ones that will be fairly simple.

I felt good about my progress. And decided I would do a little cleaning. Vacuuming mostly. I went to get ice tea from the fridge and got frustrated by how messy it was and something had spilled in the door and was just. Grossed out but I also didn't know what everything in the jars and such were so I asked James to go through the fridge when they got home. We would do it together and wipe everything down and then I would feel better.

I decided I would go for a walk. It was pretty beautiful out. And so I packed up the new Patagonia mini crossbody Jess got me and put on my wool trench coat. And headed out.

I walked around the block. Enjoying my podcast. Taking pictures of flowers that shouldn't be blooming yet but I was still enjoying a nice day.

I went over to Walgreens to look around. Was proud of myself for not buying things. I almost got new eyeliner. It's the same one I wear every day but it was on sale but I also don't need a new one right now. Progress! Doing good! No shopping randomly! But then I started getting cramps in my stomach and legs. Like nauseous cramps. I tried to just power through but after a few minutes I decided I should go home.

I got back and would drink some water and it helped me feel a little better. I had a snack. And someone rang the door bell. They are collecting signatures to not build the new bike lane on eutaw. But I am for the bike lane so I wished her a good day and headed back upstairs.

Where I noticed that the sky was very dark. I checked my phone and it was saying no rain today. But the sky was getting darker by the moment. Then all of a sudden I get a thunderstorm warning on my screen. I opened the backdoor and watched the sky get dark and eventually just opened up. And it would rain for about a half hour. It was nice to see.

While this was all happening I was cleaning the sink and organizing the cabinets under the sink. Moving our shelf stable foods that we done eat a lot of have lot of extras of. Just to make some space in the upper cabinets.

I also finally made the jello I wanted when I was sick but never got. I don't remember the last time I made jello but it was great. I didn't have the exact egg molds I wanted Soni made it in silicon cupcake molds. And they smelled great. Love blue jello.

Once the rain stopped I was a little tired. I got into bed and spent the next couple hours reading my new book. It's for sure an ADHD read because it's literally all over the place with different inserts and codes and you are jumping around in time. It's great so far but even a short chapter takes a while to get through. But I am having fun. I hope it continues to be a good read.

It was around 5 by this time. I checked my phone that had been charging in the other side of the room. James left me know at 4 they were heading home. And so I had about an hour until they would be back.

So I waited. Sweetp came and cuddled with me on the couch. So needy. And then James was back!!

When James got back they told me all about their day. I had warmed up to pizza to share with them. And then we attacked the fridge.

We took everything out. I wiped everything down. I would hand things to James who would then decide if they were expired or good enough to eat. And we did a great job. I changed how the shelves were in the fridge and I'm really pleased. We have entirely to many sauces. But it's fine. I am happy with the work we did.

Next James would take down some of the puhtok boxes I had stored. It was very appreciated because they are heavy!!

We spent a lot of time cuddling on the couch. Watching dumb videos. Talking. Laughing. It has been a lovely night.

And now we are watching creepy videos and doing eye masks. Love my James so much.

Tomorrow I am going to puhtok for most of the day. And possibly going to do a background check but I may do that Thursday. We will see how my schedule works out.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of yourself. I love you! Goodnight!

[pennywaltzy]

The Spy & The Spymaster (4/?)

And now things are starting to be woven together! Plus more flirting between Natasha and Mycroft, again over tea (with a bonus cupcake this time). New chapter written at the request of @strangelock221b​, who also made the lovely art for this fic.

The Spy & The Spymaster - Mycroft Holmes gets swept up in the international intrigue only an ex-CIA assassin, an ex-Red Room assassin and a current Red Room assassin can bring to London. As he tries to straighten out who knows what and why they're where they're at, he finds himself drawn more and more into the Black Widow's web.

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He got the call from a blacklisted number. How Natasha managed that he didn’t know, but there was a message on his mobile saying to meet at BB Bakery. A French bakery in the middle of London where Mycroft was known to break his diet by those closest to him. Whatever files Natasha had on him, they were quite detailed.

But he would not allow her to tempt him off his diet. Not when he was so close to his goal weight.

He went to the bakery in Covent Garden as though he was walking into a trap. Natasha was seated at a table, having a cup of tea and a cupcake. It was time for the pre-theatre crowd to come in and get their pastries and wine, so he knew that not having something in front of him would look conspicuous. He settled for tea, and as soon as he sat down Natasha pushed the cupcake at him.

“No. I’m on a diet.”

“You look fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’ve already eaten the other two I ordered. Barton skipped out on the bill so he didn’t get his.”

“I thought you were supposed to keep a watch on Mrs. Watson.”

“The Watsons are reconciling, I hope. I may have stopped by John’s office to explain in detail just what my sister is capable of, and how it would be easier to keep both of them safe than have him be a target.” Mycroft made no move for the cupcake, so she sighed and peeled back the paper, pulling it back towards her. “Barton has the home monitored and he’s giving them just enough privacy to fix things. If things aren’t fixed by tomorrow I think it’ll take a tactical nuke to get it through John’s head that she loves him and wants him to be safe.”

“I see,” Mycroft murmured. His tea arrived and he took a sip. “Yelena was spotted at the Museum of Art today.”

“She never had the life I was lucky enough to have when I left, where she’s got some modicum of real freedom,” Natasha said quietly. “She squeezes in treats and crosses off her to-do list when she can.” She looked over at him. “Who is applying the pressure that she needs money?”

“The Ten Rings,” he said. “I have no more details other than they helped engineer your sister’s release from the Red Room training facility, she spurned their offer of employment and they are demanding payment for their ‘good deed.’”

Natasha cursed under her breath. Whether it was in English or Russian or some other language, Mycroft wasn’t sure. “I’ll make them pay.”

“No need. There is a fund used to recruit…talent...to MI-6. She’ll have more freedom with us than in The Ten Rings. We can pay the ransom. We just need to stop your sister from taking Mary’s bounty before arrangements are made.”

“And what if she says no to MI-6?”

“Then we ask her to freelance while she sorts out her priorities.”

“What if S.H.I.E.L.D. wants her first? Fury’s still alive, somewhere. He left it in good hands.” She popped a bite of the cupcake into her mouth.

“Is that what Coulson wants?” Mycroft asked nonchalantly.

Natasha’s eyes widened. “The bastard! He’s alive?”

“I thought you knew,” Mycroft said, pretending to brush off a fleck of a spit-out cupcake. Of course, there was none, but it kept the air of nonchalance going. He had surprised her. That was surprising in itself.

“No, I didn’t,” she said shortly. She stopped picking at the cupcake, finished her tea, and stood up. “Expect text updates from the number I called you from. I need to have some words with some old friends.” She turned and left, and Mycroft watched her walk away. Then he sighed and picked up the cupcake, taking a bite. Early grey and buttercream. She knew him far too well, and perhaps getting the upper hand with the news about Phil Coulson would cost him in the end.

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[aubigney]

the age old question.

[posted 8 days ago]

a couple of days ago, i moved my desk out from the wall and set my chair behind it. this means there will be a new set up for my youtube videos. begone, couch that made my hips hurt so badly i couldn’t move for days! avast!

but as i sit here sobbing my eyes out, with a clear view of the kitchen where my wife makes coffee, i have to reflect on whether things really do ever change. i mean, have i changed? i made an error, and when someone called me out on it, i burst into tears and i’ve been crying for about 20 minutes. what the hell, dude.

i want to tell myself to grow up, because i should be over this shit by now, but it seems like my rejection-sensitive dysphoria loves acting a mess. i know logically it’s because i haven’t gone to therapy in a while and my old anxieties are creeping back in, but it doesn’t make the anger any less real. it doesn’t make the sadness go away.

i’ve been seeing therapists since 2013, so 10 years now. it will be my 10 year therapiversary in august. in 2014, i started on medication, which changed my life. my therapists all said the same thing: medication doesn’t fix your problems. you still need therapy. and it’s like, brah, i know, shut up, fuck. and i DO know. i know this. i know this so well. the irritation i feel at having to remind myself of this for the last 10 years compounds every year. and yet i never learn. i never remember until i’m bawling my eyes out and throwing things.

i feel like a failure. realistically i know i’m just, in the words of jason mendoza, pre-successful, but i feel like i’ve tried and failed at so many things that i should just give up completely. i feel like this with each one, but somehow i never do. i never give up completely. no matter how many mistakes i make i am never satisfied with living an ordinary life.

AND THAT’S THE POINT! it’s not about NOT making mistakes. it’s not about having an easy life. it’s about making mistakes and overcoming all the shit garbage stupid crap that you go through to become extraordinary. and i do believe i’m extraordinary. and i do believe it’s okay to cry every once in a while. and i do believe it’s important, necessary, and — i can’t think of another word, so insert one yourself — to make mistakes. but when i get like this, it’s so easy to beat myself up and say, “you’re an awful piece of shit and you should just kill yourself.” it’s so easy. but then i do something fun and get over and get on with my life.

while it would be easy to say my life is shit garbage and everything sucks and i should kill myself and nothing ever gets better, none of that is true.

i’m looking at my perfect beautiful hot wife who has THEE most perfect fat ass i’ve ever seen, and she’s washing dishes in the kitchen and making a nice home for us. i can’t possibly believe that my life hasn’t improved because she’s the proof! she’s right there! my gorgeous kitten! my lovely sweet cupcake! she’s right there! and she loves me! i’m the most special person in the whole fucking world BECAUSE SHE LOVES ME.

but i can’t stop crying. i have a lesson in half an hour and i need the money, especially since i was almost fired and my hours have been reduced because of… some reason? but i can’t possibly turn up to my lesson bawling my dick off. i don’t know what to do. another difficult choice i have to make in a long line of difficult choices. they never stop. but i stay silly :3

at the end of every email i want to include a tip for the people in poverty reading my newsletter and paying attention to my youtube channel. i don’t know if they will even be beneficial.

my tip today is: dealing with roaches using bug bombs. in the last apartment i rented before i met my wife, there was a roach infestation under the house. i had a back deck i could sit at and whenever i’d be out there i could see them under the house. i told the owner and the real estate about this constantly. i would get roaches in my apartment every night, around 11pm for some reason, attacking me every time i got of bed. it got so bad that i made myself go to sleep before 11pm just so i wouldn’t see them.

then the owner (who would illegally turn up at the house whenever he wanted) suggested bug bombs. he actually gave me one, which i left sitting on my counter for months because i was so angry that he refused to get rid of the roaches.

but then one day i thought, “fuck it.” this shit wasn’t getting any better. so i put on one of the bug bombs and went to the library. after that, i didn’t see a roach for three months. when they came back, i put another one on. this happened about 4 or 5 times, and it saved me during the heart of summer. granted, my place was disgusting because i never cleaned it, but also it was disgusting before i arrived.

renting is the most horrid experience i can imagine. everything that goes along with it, including dealing with agents, paying rent, and having to look after someone else’s property, is dehumanising and awful. i can’t wait to own my own house, hopefully in spain. i have all these ideas of where we could live and what places to visit, but i don’t know how many of them will come to fruition. we’ll see.

i forgot the question. it’s “am i helping people?” yet to be seen.

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