#he wasn't the one to buy the cake. i wonder who did!

[daysofyellowroses]

beef

carmen berzatto x reader | 900 words | based on this very lovely request | no real warnings, just pretty damn cute if i do say so myself 🫶🏻💗🌼

In the sanctuary of your own thoughts, you can admit that when you were first getting ready to plan your wedding with Carmy, you were..nervous. 

Not because you didn't want to get married, you were over the moon when Carm proposed. It felt like the perfect next step in your relationship, and being engaged was such a wonderful feeling. 

But of course, you had to begin wedding plans eventually. Suffice to say, when you have a fiancé who's prone to stress and panic attacks, planning the biggest day of your lives is never going to be easy.

Except..it was?

Okay, it wasn't entirely 100% smooth sailing but for the most part..it was actually enjoyable. 

Maybe it was something to do with you and Carm not wanting a typical huge wedding, maybe it was that everyone in your lives sensed the stress that could happen and stepped in to help. You liked to think it was a little from column A, a little from column B.

You were determined to keep things as close as possible to what you and Carm wanted, the plans you'd casually talk about while making dinner or relaxing on the couch watching TV.

Of course having your friends and family be involved was incredible, and you and Carm appreciated their support and ideas, but there were some nights you had to turn your phone on silent, unable to look at another suggestion for a venue, or dress, or a cake, or a DJ. 

As it turned out, you found the perfect location when you weren't even trying. It was a random weekday that you and Carm had decided to take off, wanting to switch off from everything for a while and just enjoy each other's company. At someone's suggestion, you couldn't remember which of you had said it, you ended up at the botanic garden. It was so peaceful and beautiful, and walking around hand in hand with the love of your life, surrounded by colorful flowers and laughing at stupid jokes and stealing kisses made your heart soar. That evening, when another venue was suggested, you and Carm both looked at each other before you replied that you'd already found the perfect one.

Food was obviously a big part of your wedding plans, and you weren't sure why you were surprised that Carm and the bear crew insisted they could take care of it. You had hoped you'd at least have Syd on your side, but you were forced to take a stand on your own. It wasn't that you didn't want them all making the food, obviously it would be delicious, it was more a case of..you wanted them to be involved in the wedding in a different way, not just to be working as they always did. 

You wanted them to be bridesmaids and ushers, to read poems and be in your wedding pictures. You wanted to dance with them all night, take shots, and stuff yourself with desserts. What you didn't want was for them all to be too exhausted to do any of that. In the end, you agreed that Carm could choose what would be on the menu, he just couldn't make it. One day off wouldn't kill him. 

The guest list was surprisingly one of the easiest parts of the wedding plans. You and Carm both agreed you didn't want to invite great aunts you'd met once as a toddler or your entire kindergarten class, so you settled on family and friends who you were actually close to and wanted to celebrate with. You ended up with under hundred invites, just, but it felt like a little victory.

The dress..was not your favorite part, if you were honest. The dream of walking into a store, finding a dress, buying it and putting it aside for the wedding was dashed quickly when you were dragged into several bridal stores. It was am experience, sure, but standing in your underwear while an old woman squinted at you before hauling a dress over you was not ideal. You didn't want some huge Disney princess gown, and you weren't going to spend thousands on a dress you would wear once. In the end, you found a dress on a random website one night, sending the link to Syd and immediately buying it when she said she loved it. $150 and with some sneaky tailoring it could be worn again, that was definitely a victory.

By the time you'd got your dress, the wedding seemed to be closer than ever. Spring had seemed so far away when you'd gotten engaged, but when the air felt warmer and the leaves were coming back onto the trees, you felt an excitement that it was really happening, you would wear the dress and stand in a beautiful garden in front of everyone you loved and tell Carm you would always be by his side. 

Because that was what it was all for. 

When you woke up at two in the morning in a panic that you'd forgotten to book a photographer/DJ/makeup artist, Carm was there to reassure you it was all okay, everything was under control. When you would be sitting on the counter listening to him tell you about his day, watching him smile to himself, when you would be laying on the couch watching TV and his hand would just gently stroke your arm or your waist or your hair. 

There was never a doubt in your mind about marrying him, and through all the planning, that was what you focused on. 

And when the big day finally came, you knew you couldn't have planned it any better when you were standing side by side with the man of your dreams, ready to take the next step.

#the bear #the bear 🐻 #the bear fic #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x you #request #this was beyond fun to write #🌼💗🫶🏻 #spot the simpsons reference

[sapphicvalentines]

☆Baby, the stars shine bright☆

pt1, pt2

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

fluff,wlw

Frilly pink dresses,strawberry cakes,sunny days,classical music and tea times made you the happiest being alive but again,your happiness only relied on external things because deep inside you felt rotten. But at least it was better than feeling totally empty right?

Everytime you felt horrible about yourself you'd think of your parents. 

Your dad was rejected by his gang because he could never hold a gun properly (he would cry in vain after shooting someone) and your mother heartlessly cheated on your dad with her gynecologist right after you were born.

Your mom had crossed boundaries and you assumed it was hereditary when you started to gaslight your dad for money so you could build your dream closet.

"My best friend is in the terminal stage of this very rare, deadly disease."

You looked away, pretending to drop tears, not just because of the act but also because guilt was slowly enveloping you. You continued with your fake emotional tone, "She's so young, but she looks so tired and sick. Fortunately, the doctors found a cure."

This statement made your father stop crying and cover his mouth in surprise. He believed every single word coming out of your mouth.

"And they have to perform a surgery that will cost-" It was like a reflex; your dad burst into tears again before handing you 2000 bucks. It wasn't to save your imaginary friend from the disease but to fuel your will to live. You covered your smile with your hand before taking the money and thanking your dad, already imagining the kind of dress you would buy.

The next day, you woke up before your alarm went off, not wasting a second to go to your favorite place.

You walked all the way from home, which was in the middle of nowhere in the countryside, to the train station.

You wished you lived in Tokyo because then you wouldn't have to add the cost of the train ticket to your expenses, allowing you to spend all your money on dresses. But going there once every month prevented you from emptying your wallet every day, so it wasn't all bad.

Relief hit you when you arrived at the train station early. You took a seat, but then you heard people screaming and arguing from afar.

It was your dad doing his 'new' job after leaving his gang. You thought you were good at gaslighting him, but he was certainly better. He was selling fake luxury brand clothes to a group of oblivious people, arguing with him to get a 90% discount. No matter how stubborn you are, you don't think you could ever fool an entire group of people. It made you wonder how your dad believed all of your made-up stories in the first place.

Little did you know, the dress you bought that day would be the last one you bought with your father's money. Karma got both you and your father, almost bankrupting him. The old gang your father was in denounced his actions, leaving him with no job and no money to fund your wardrobe.

When you looked at the fake luxury clothes in your hands, you wondered how people even fell for this. It was just basic white t-shirts with a brand name; not even your alter ego could like this.

But to your biggest surprise, the scam your father had pulled off hadn't reached everyone's ears. Luckily, you soon received a letter that looked like it was written by an 8-year-old:

"Hi, I saw your big tracksuits when I was walking by the city, but there were too many people buying everything. I was wondering if you still have some left for me. Wait for me at your house at 8 am."

And so you did. You stood at your front door, waiting for the child to arrive. You convinced your father to keep his fake clothes for whatever reason, so you could continue what he was doing in secret.

All you had to do was sell fake luxury clothes to afford your dream ones. With no gang to ever snitch on you, you could set your own prices and stop depending on your dad's money.

You spotted a motocycle and squinted your eyes when the person riding drove towards your home

Was it one of the childs parents ?

The person drove closer blowing some dust before parking their motocycle next to your home, they didnt even wear a helmet for security

You realised she was a girl when the dust disappeared but she didnt look like a mother at all

You didnt realise you were staring that long until the auburn girl came up to you and told you to stop

"hey, I told you im looking for the seller where is he ?" her deep commanding voice made you remind the letter, it wasnt an actual child's writing,she was just writing like a child !

"he's not here, but I'm taking his role," the auburn girl said, looking you up and down inspecting your elegant lolita dress.She was blocking the sun, so you couldn't clearly see her facial features.

"are you messing with me?" You could see her features better when her face got closer to yours, attempting to intimidate you. She didn't believe in you, even though she had no idea those clothes were fake. She turned her face away to spit on the ground, and you noticed golden writing on her large jacket's sleeve.

This girl was definitely part of a gang, you thought.

"stop spitting," you retorted in disagreement with her behavior. It was obvious she was doing all this to let people know she's not playing around, but still...

She raised an eyebrow at you, a bit surprised. But before she could do or say anything, you carelessly opened the front door of your home, which was about to turn into a place of business.

#ellie williams #ellie fluff #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #mini series #Spotify

[writing-bakugo]

Working on a Kirishima fic and have no direction so thought I'd share my biggest headcanon that I've been keeping secret but can't anymore because its TOO good.

Kirishima's Significant Other

Everything weighed him down. Yes, he had his dream job. Yes, he worked close with his friends. Yes, he saved people.

But no one told him how lonely being a pro would be.

Kirishima was trying his hardest. He truly was. But after the third dead person he couldn't save in a single week? It was no secret his smile had started to shrink when he wasn't working and his shoulders slumped more and more.

Of course he did what he could. He was a good man and went to therapy every week and did exactly as the therapist recommended. He even did service projects where he would go help cook or clean at orphanages or homeless shelters.

But no one warned him being a pro would be like this. There was no preparation for the weight that pros carried on their shoulders. And it didn't matter that he was alone.

Kirishima was so terribly alone. After watching all his high school friends get married one after another—even Bakugo, the most unstable man in existence—Kirishima wondered what was wrong with him.

It's not like he didn't have a plethora of fans dying to date him. But none of them lit so much as a spark under him. It wasn't their fault, he just...wasn't interested.

But maybe if he had someone waiting at home for him the weight wouldn't be so bad. If he had a home to come home to, maybe the stress could melt away and he'd finally relax.

His weeks had a routine to them. Monday-Wednesdays were patrol days, Thursday was his day off, Friday-Sundays he was on call. Which he tended to get called in.

So that left Thursdays being the only day of the week that he could do his laundry, clean his kitchen (like his mother taught him), buy groceries, meal prep (Kirishima has a strict diet), and go to therapy.

Hectic, methodical life. Always in motion but never participating. So Kirishima dragged himself to the store and unsurprisingly was swarmed by fans who wanted his autograph.

One even had the gall to ask for his number. She looked like she was in middle school.

And then he was finally in the frozen food section searching for frozen chicken. He always bought the same brand, same packaged chicken. Not for any particular reason, but because it was easy to remember with the bright red logo.

He tossed the last bag in his basket and made to leave when you appeared and frowned at the empty freezer. You wore loose mom jeans and a plain t-shirt with purple stains on it. Your hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and you didn't even bother with makeup.

When you noticed him, you smiled. "You got the last one! Lucky!"

"Oh yeah," Kirishima said and watched you scan the freezer for a replacement. "Do you want it?"

"Huh? No! That's yours! I couldn't!"

"Here." He held it out like some sort of treaty before you shook your head and he laughed. "I insist."

"I suppose if you insist," you said and took the bag. "Thank you! Do you need help finding more?"

"I'm not too worried about it," Kirishima said before reaching into the freezer for ground beef.

You slightly bowed before you went on your way. A few years earlier, Kirishima had a pretty good meal plan surrounded by beef, so he figured he could change it up a bit a make his old recipes.

When he stood in the checkout line, he saw you two registers down. You bowed slightly and apologized before pointing at a cake mix. The cashier set it to the side and Kirishima's eyes widened. Did she not have enough for a cake mix?

The register opened and he turned away, letting the person behind him go before he rushed to the baking aisle and grabbed a cake mix. He didn't really know what he was doing, but it was his hero's duty. And who knew? It could be your birthday or something and you really wanted a cake.

When he checked out, he looked through the doors and wondered if you'd gone far. Kirishima rushed the cashier before he grabbed his three bags and ran out the door.

There you were. You were struggling with putting your bags on the back of a bike and Kirishima grinned when he came over.

"Sorry, I noticed you wanted one of these, so..."

Your eyes widened. "How...thank you." You bowed deeply. "Thank you."

"Yeah, no biggie."

The next week passed. And the next. He didn't see you at the grocery store either times. But, third time's a charm when you appeared and pulled out a bag of frozen chicken.

"Looks like there's enough for both of us, huh?" Kirishima asked when he put a bag in his basket.

"Oh hey! How are you?" You asked. "Thank you so much for the cake, by the way. I didn't know what to do. It was my baby boy's birthday and I wanted to make it special but money's tight right now."

Baby boy. Kirishima stared at you with a drooped smile. He noticed orange stains on your pink shirt and your hair was disheveled like it'd been pulled and of course he would think about someone who already had a family. How embarrassing.

But just like him, honestly.

"No big deal," he halfheartedly said.

You sighed. "Seriously, you were a lifesaver. After his dad skipped town three years ago, it's been so hard."

Wait. Kirishima gawked. "What?"

"Yeah," you deflated and stared at the ground. "My ex went crazy one day and said he wanted nothing to do with us. I'm happy my boy wasn't old enough to remember him or any of it, but jeez. He's five now but I don't even know how men shave. Like do you do just your face or is there other parts of the body? Or even attempting to explain puberty," you shuddered, "and who's going to teach him to tie a tie? And—I'm sorry. You don't want to hear about all my woes!"

Kirishima didn't know why he went home that night relieved that your ex had left. He also didn't know why he was imagining your kid over and over and he didn't know why he found himself standing in the frozen meat aisle just waiting for you to show up on the next Thursday.

And when you did, Kirishima held a bag of frozen chicken out for you and cleared his throat. "Do you want to go out sometime?"

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I 10000000000% see Kirishima being the kind to fall in love with someone with a kid and 1000000000000% adopt the kid. He'd make the PERFECT adoptive dad. Totally the kind of man who'd say "no it's not your kid it's MY kid." 1000000000% ya'll

#bnha eijiro kirishima #mha eijirou #eijirou x reader #bnha eijirou #eijirou kirishima headcanons #kirishima ejiro x reader #kirishima fluff #kirishima headcanon #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima #kirishima #kirishima eijirou #bnha #mha #boku no hero headcanons #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero #my hero academia x reader #my hero acedamia #my hero x reader #my hero fanfic #my hero academia

[nyuoqi]

            — EXES ALERT     ౨ৎ     KTR

021 𖤐 #DittoSzn

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : in which you and taerae went all the way back to the last year of middle school where the two of you were painfully in love with each other yet refused to put on any label because you guys thought this was more fun, and it went on all the way to the second year of high school. well that was until you ghosted him

or in which your situationship from four years ago happens to be your partner for a romance drama

Jinyoung wasn't lying when he said you and Taerae are obnoxiously annoying because if he have to deal with Taerae flirting with his dear sister in front of him once again, he might as well just jump out from the car— moving or not.

"Are you sure you don't want me to feed you these walnut cake? " Your head was turned to the side so that you could face Taerae. In your hand was none other than a sweet round treat you bought back at the rest area. Taerae took his eyes off the road momentarily to shoot you a soft smile. "No thanks, I'm not a fan of walnut cakes. "

Liar, Jinyoung seethed in his mind. Taerae used to hog on all of Jinyoung's walnut cake when they were in middle school. There's absolutely no way that the infamous Kim Taerae who was known as "the walnut cookie hoarder" would reject a free offer of walnut cookies.

It pissed Jinyoung even more that he knew exactly why Taerae is refusing your offer. Because if there was another walnut cake hoarder he knew off it would be his younger sister. And Taerae who wanted to be seen as nothing but a gentleman in front of you would of course reject the offer. Something about how it's rude to take foods away from a woman.

You were both insanely insufferable. No wonder they're such a perfect match, he puffed to himself.

"Are you sure you don't want them? They're very warm and soft. " Your head was tilted when those words left your mouth. Taerae turned his head towards you once again and Gosh, how he regretted doing that so much.

You had a mischievous smile on your lips as you shake the sweet, warm treat in your hand. Your face provoking him. "Eyes on the road, Taerae. Unless you want to end up in a car crash and possibly kill us that is. "

It wasn't you who said that, in fact it was none other than your older brother. Taerae cleared his throat and looked away from you, his eyes immediately trained on the road in front of you. "I'm really fine with you not feeding me those cakes honestly. I mean, you did buy it using your own money so who am I to steal it from you. " Taerae reasoned out to make you feel bad.

My boyfriend, my walnut cake craze boyfriend would rightfully steal it from me, those words hung at the tip of your tongue. To avoid them from coming out, you bit back your tongue and nodded. "I mean, if you say so. " You shrugged, the piece of the walnut cake you were luring Taerae with previously now stuffed in your mouth. "But if you ever change your mind, just now that I don't mind feeding you these. "

Taerae laughed and ruffled your hair using his left hand that was resting on his thigh. "Sure, princess. Just don't act all surprised when they all disappear within seconds. "

This is it, I cant take it anymore.

"If you guys wanted to act all gross then don't invite me on this car trip. " Jinyoung grunted and crossed his arms, his eyes meeting Taerae's in the rear view mirror. Taerae gulped, terrified of what your brother is capable to do— which is nothing, by the way. But with the way that Taerae genuinely think that Jinyoung can and will murder him, you decided not to fight back Taerae. Instead, you decided to pick a fight with your brother.

You turned tour body to face Jinyoung in the back seat. "If you wanna act all salty then why did you decide to tag along? " Jinyoung looked up from his phone with disbelief written all over his face. "Well if I knew just how disgusting you guys would act, I would definitely ask one of my members or my manager to take me back home instead. "

"Oh really? Then why don't you go ahead and call them right now? Maybe I can drop you off at the side of the road if you do. " Siblings quarrel. Taerae knew exactly what it is having experienced it himself with his own sister. "Yeah sure, just give me a second and I will be out of your fucking way. " Normally, Taerae wouldn't interfere with yours and Jinyoung's quarrel. But with how the both of you looked like you guys were about to jump off your respective seats, he knew he had to get involved.

"Well why don't you hurry the fuck up? You slowass bitch— " Your set off colourful words were cut off by a jolting sensation on your thigh. You paused your eye contact with Jinyoung to look down and see Taerae's hand resting on your thigh. "We are only five minutes away from our neighbourhood so can you guys hold the fight first? I don't want a blood bath happening in my car. "

You huffed in dissatisfaction at how Taerae stopped you from throwing colourful words at your brother but you decided to properly sit back down on your seat— well at least not until you flipped tour brother off.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes before landing his gaze on your thigh. "Get your hands off my sister's thigh. " His ordered as he made eye contact with Taerae through the rear view mirror. Taerae tensed and began lifting his hand up from your thigh when you grabbed his hand stopping him.

"Well while Jinyoung did say no resting your hand on my thigh, he for sure did not say anything about hand holding, though. " Your smile was as bright as the sun as you intertwined your fingers together. Even going as far as glancing back to your brother with a smirk in a way to provoke him more.

Jinyoung groaned in the backseat. This was about to be the longest five minutes of his life.

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[sarnai4]

Cake and Eat It

I really like Avatar the Last Airbender. That said, I'm not under the belief that it's perfect and has no hopes of every being improved. So, I wasn't opposed to it getting another live action remake in show form to explore some areas more. Unfortunately, the changes that were made (in my opinion) were often to the detriment of the story. Ultimately, my main issue was that the Netflix show wanted to have its cake and eat it too. On one hand, you need to separate it from the original to accept it. You're not supposed to think, "Azula's fire isn't blue like it's supposed to be. I hate this." It's its own thing and wants to be that; however, it wants you to say, "Oh no, Momo! I don't want you to get hurt because I remember all of the fun moments in the cartoon!" It contradicts itself.

In the Kiyoshi Island episode, we're supposed to laugh at Sokka for getting shown up by Suki. Why? Because he was being sexist? He wasn't really. We're meant to remember what he did in the cartoon and use that to influence us. Before, Sokka basically mocked the warriors and was rightfully shown that he should respect them. Here, he acknowledged both Suki and himself as warriors. At worst, he was pumping himself up for no reason, but he never put them down. Suki showing up the person who clearly isn't as skilled makes her seem a little harsh and then having him slink off with his tail between his legs doesn't make it as impactful like when Sokka in the original went back, apologized sincerely, and asked to be taught.

Later in the same episode, I didn't really buy that Aang gave them hope either. We saw him running with some younger kids once, then spend time with Kyoshi. The cartoon had him spend days basking in all his Avatar glory with his fan base. It makes sense that they'd be happy to have him there because their island was named after one of his past lives. This one doesn't have that happen, yet we're still expected to believe that the kid they didn't want who caused them as much danger as they expected would somehow make them happy and hopeful.

For Omashu, we're supposed to believe that Sokka and Katara have this sibling tension, but they haven't. I remember listening to their argument, wondering what they were talking about. Sokka was saying how Katara is constantly naive, but we didn't see that. We saw them argue in the cartoon because Katara took on the mother role despite being his little sister and Sokka took the protector role despite being a child. It put them at odds at times, but they still loved the heck out of each other. I don't believe it simply because they say to.

We're supposed to feel bad for Aang when Bumi is angry with him since he ran away...but he didn't. This scene was impactful in "The Storm" because Aang knowingly left, scared of the responsibilities. How can I be mad at this child for trying to clear his head and just having bad timing? It makes Bumi look cruel for no reason and doesn't give Aang the appropriate amount of guilt he reasonably would have felt in the cartoon.

So, going forward, I hope that they don't rely so much on the original. There are changes I did like, but when they try to cut out scenes and act like they exist because they did in the cartoon, I feel like that's cheating. Don't ask me to remember character moments from the cartoon in order to feel something here. If they didn't bond here, I won't use their bonds from before to color my perception.

#avatar the last airbender #natla #Sokka #Suki #Aang #Bumi #Katara #Kyoshi Island #Other changes were bad too in my opinion #I'll get to them on a other day

[themultifandomgal]

Hi. firstly, I love your writing style. secondly, I was wondering if you could write something about Chicago Fire (maybe Kelly or Matt) where the reader their S/O is a professional baker/chef and spoils the fire house rotten with food/sweets.

Kelly Severide- Baker

All my life I have been baking. I learn from my nan who used to look after me during school holidays while my parents had to work. My mom is a nurse and my dad is a police officer. This means I was very close to my nan until she passed away. I then decided to go to university to complete a course in hospitality and catering, then I progressed to a certificate in baking. Then finally I managed to buy property to have my own bakery, named after my nan.

At the end of the day I often have left over cakes, pastries, bread and other sweet treats. So instead of throwing them away I may give them to the homeless or anyone else who may be in need of a pick me up. But I alway make sure that there are some left over for firehouse 51, which is where my boyfriend Kelly Severide works.

I walk into the firehouse holding a box of cupcakes and some fresh bread.  Immediately I'm being greeted by my boyfriend and some of the firemen

"Evenin YN" capp nods towards me

"Good evening boys" I kiss Kelly on the cheek then he guides me to the kitchen where everyone else is "hey everyone. I've got some left overs if any of you are interested" I open the box lid up

"This is why your the best girlfriend Severide has ever had" Otis' eyes widen as he walks over to me and goes to take a cake. Kelly gives him a nudge as if to say 'watch it'

"Ah ah ah not so fast at least let me put them down first"

"They look delicious YN"

"When don't they?" Sylvie responds to Gabby .

Later that evening Kelly takes me home

"You know I don't think I've ever had cake as good as you make it. My mom was never much of a baker"

"When I bake it reminds me of my Nan. It's like she's there with me. I want our kids to have a childhood like mine where we bake in the kitchen and then go outside and play in the mud while we wait for every thing to cool"

"Our kids?" Kelly says wrapping his arm around my waist

"Yes. Don't tell me you haven't thought bout it"

"Of course I have, but I just wasn't expecting it to come out of your mouth so casually" there's a bit of a pause as I think how to respond, but Kelly beats me to it "you say you want our kids to bake a lot. So do you think you could teach me how to?"

"Of course!" I say with a wide smile "I'm not at the shop tomorrow if you want to come over?"

"Can't wait. I'll see you tomorrow then" Kelly kisses my check then walks away as I open up my front door.

The next dayKelly shows up and we start weighing out ingredients

"Now you need to add the eggs" I tell him who picks them up and goes to crack them on the side of the bowl "wait actually crack them in here" I put a spare bowl in front of Kelly "just in case of egg shells"

"Do you not trust me?" Kelly raises his eyebrows at me

"Honestly no. Now come on. We need three eggs, chop chop"

"Your bossy when your in the kitchen" he chuckles

"You want to make a cake or not?" I place my hands on my hips

"Ok ok I get it" Kelly attempts to crack an egg but it ends up going everywhere

"Good job I put a separate bowl down wasn't it?" I smile at Finn "watch and learn my love" I take the eggs from Kelly and crack them in the bowl with ease "ok you can stir, but..." I'm not able to tell him to be careful because flour ends up all over the both of us "go slowly"

"Never heard you say that before" I give Kelly an annoyed look "oh come on YN. It's me, did you really think that teaching me to make a cake would be smooth sailing?"

"No I guess not" I begin to smile.

A few days later I arrive at the fire house with Kelly who proudly places a cake down on the kitchen table

"She's don't it again! There's more cakes and biscuits!" Gabby yells which causes everyone to run over and grab something. Matt bites into one and scrunches his face up, but then tries to hide it

"Hmm, you tried a new.. recipe?" Otis asks coughing during his sentence. I giggle and shake my head

"No these were made by Kelly"

"Oh thank god" Matt breathes out "thought you'd lost your touch. No offence Severide but these are horrible"

"Oh come on they're not that bad... are they?" Kelly looks at me

"Don't worry love your still learning. If you guys have some ingredients I'll make some biscuits now while I'm here" I offer to which everyone replies with a yes.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine #kelly severide x wife #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide imagine #kelly severide #kelly severide x yn #Severide x reader

[moriartyluver]

ARE YOU MINE CHAPTER III

"FIFTY QUID FOR A CUP OF COFFEE?!”

"Keep your fucking voice down, Sherly!" (Name) whisper-yelled at the noirette "We didn't come here to drink the stupid overpriced coffee anyways." 

It was a Monday afternoon, about 4 ish now, and (Name), as well as her fellow band mates, had the bright idea to go to an expensive coffee shop in central London. 

So here they were, in an exclusive coffee shop full of white men in suits or stressed out secretaries, and the occasional rich women hanging out. 

"Kopi Luwak.." James muttered "What even is that..? It's so damn expensive..."

"Bet you could still afford it with those sugar daddies of yours," Sherlock remarked before (Name) kicked his leg under the table to shut him up 

Obviously they weren't here without reason. (Namen had seen a TikTok talking about all the places to find a rich boyfriend, which she wasn't really interested in, but she decided that because coffee shops usually were full of businessmen around this time of day, it would be a perfect place to find themselves a rich manager. 

John took out his phone, Googling the expensive coffee, before showing James and Sherlock who sat opposite in the little booth with wide eyes. 

"It's made of what?!" James exclaimed 

"You guys didn't know that?" (Name) raised an eyebrow 

"What and you did?" Sherlock mimicked "No wonder..you're always picking up random facts." 

"Why would they drink that crap in the first place anyways?" James asked, looking through the Wikipedia article on John's phone. "Like why do they need a weird cat raccoon thing to eat the coffee cherries and then take their poop for the coffee..?"

"It more because of processing rather than the actual crap that comes out." (Name) said "Hey what if I order a large cup of plain coffee and then get some extra cups for free so we don't look stupid while also not spending a shit ton on coffee either?" 

"Good idea, I'm not paying." Sherlock said bluntly 

"Fucking cheapskate." (Name) rolled her eyes "I have enough to buy a cup but it's like twenty quid for a large cup...I'll make sure to get as many sugar packets as possible, okay?" She said, standing up to go order at the counter. Everyone nodded, prompting (name) to leave. 

As she waited in the queue, a man carrying three cups on coffee as well as a few biscuits and cakes in little boxes. His arms were full and he was clearly struggling to keep everything together, not to mention, he looked exhausted! 

With the current rush in the coffee shop, it wasn't really that surprising, but based on the man's appearance, he did seem to be quite the wealthy businessman. She could see the little Cartier watch on his wrist and his suit was clearly expensive. 

Another, likely wealthy, businessman and walked right by him, ruining the balance of items and causing the brown haired gentleman to drop his coffee cups. (Name), who's attention was turned away for a moment as she moved along in the queue, turned around as if she had spidey sense or something. 

Before they could hit the ground though, (name), who was stood fairly close, managed to catch it all in time, almost comically. 

'How the fuck did I manage that..?'

'How on earth did she manage that..?'

"Yikes .." (Name) chuckled awkwardly, "that was a close one" she said, handing the items to him with a small smile. She looked up and met eyes with the stranger, her mind racing back to the other day. 

"You're.." The green eyed man muttered to himself, recognising her as the girl Herder knew of as (Name) 

"I see my reputation really does precede me.." She hummed "The world really is small, huh?" 

"it is indeed," Albert smiled "I've heard..great..things about you and your band." 

(name) blinked in surprise "Really? because I'd expect that Mr Von Herder would paint me out as some sort of war criminal..hah.." her eyes drifted back to the rest of the band in their little booth "I'm assuming he told you about my little musical ambitions.." she said as Sherlock mouthed a 'the fuck are you doing?' to her  

"He did," Albert confirmed with a nod, then looked to his watch on his wrist, cursing under his breath "Deepest apologies, but I must be going..my brothers are waiting for me." He said, somehow retrieve it a business card from his pocket and handing it to a dumbfounded (Name) before taking off. 

Her eyes scanned the card. 

Albert J. Moriarty 

'What a fancy name..' 

(Name) eventually came back as planned, the business card in the pocket of her jacket, and a large cup of black coffee, a few empty cups and a lot of sugar packets. 

"So, were you just eyefucking that rich guy or am I high?" Sherlock asked, right before (name) kicked him in the shin. "Ow!" 

"I wasn't.." she raised her eyebrows, moving her eyes around in a strange manner, conscious of  the members of polite society around them "you know..you lot couldn't hear me, but rich guy was at Herder's the other day, and I just happened to remember him while he was about to drop all his stuff and have a big dramatic disaster." She said, sitting down beside Sherlock, opposite James, who looked anxious to say something. 

"Anyways," (Name) continued with a grin. "He gave me this." She slid the business card onto the middle of the table, recreating that one scene from 'American Psycho' "mission: find potential manager is a success!"  

John picked it up, inspecting it closely, then put it back on the fancy table "this is legit! The card and the font and everything, it looks like a real rich guy business card." 

"I don't think I've ever heard you say legit before." Sherlock said "also how do you know so much about business cards?" 

"A lot of old guys think I'm gay." 

"Moving on," James said, giving John a little side eye before allowing a wide smile to creep up onto his already cheerful face "I have some news~" 

"You're starting an onlyfans?" (Name) asked 

"No-" James scrunched up his nose, looking offended "I, your extraordinary bassist, got us a gig." 

"You did?!" (Name) exclaimed "Are you for real?!" 

"I did indeed," he said smugly, leaning back in the plush seat  "It's a birthday party-" 

"I knew there was gonna be a catch," (Name) sighed, resting her forehead against the table as Sherlock gave her a sympathetic pat on the back. 

James shook his head "it's not a kid's party, don't worry. The birthday girl's turning 18 and she wanted the party to be like a concert I guess, so she wants us to do a hunch of Arctic monkeys covers instead of the usual stuff," he explained 

"If she wanted a concert, then why doesn't she just go to one?" Sherlock groaned 

(Name) lifted her head up "in what universe would the Arctic monkeys play at a birthday party full of kids? Besides, they're not on tour in the uk anymore, so it's not like she could go to a concert for her birthday either." She said "I mean, it's fine as long as the songs she picks out are good...I don't wanna have to play any of the TikTok famous ones anymore." 

"She seems like the type to like every song, but the list I've got is a bit of a mix," James said, pulling out his phone, reading off his notes app "Teddy picker, Bet you look good on the dance floor, cigarette smoke..stuff like that." 

"Well that's bearable then," (name) nodded "When's the party?" 

"Uhhh.." James trailed off nervously "Friday.." 

"Oh, next Fridays alright, a bit soon, but we can manage," she said, brushing away her hair from her face 

"I mean, this Friday..like in four days.." The blond sank into his chair, bracing himself for (Name)'s reaction. 

"What?" She blinked "Are you fucking shitting me?" 

"It'll be fine, (name)," Sherlock reassured, dragging his words  "you always work best under pressure anyways." 

"Yeah well you lot clearly fucking don't." (Name) glared at her friend beside her, then sighed deeply "Okay, this is fine. We'll have to start practicing all the songs immediately, it should be fine considering we've done most of them already," she muttered to herself "The band t-shirts I ordered should be here by Wednesday..we'll be fine..we'll be fine." 

The noirette groaned "see, you're freaking out over nothing."

"As usual." James added. 

(Name) rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her coffee. "As the band leader, I'm the one who needs to be in charge of things until we get a manager, that means I have the right to freak out over this shit." 

"Who made you band leader?" Sherlock asked, raising an eyebrow. 

(Name) scoffed "you think you would do any better? I literally just got us a potential rich manager just by being pretty and memorable. Besides, I'm the leader singer  and guitarist, and the only girl and we all know girls are much more mature than you xy chromosome havers." she said, putting a hand to her chest. 

"She has a point." John agreed 

"Shut up, John." Sherlock kicked him beneath the table. He turned to (name) "So are we gonna start practicing today or..?" 

"I don't know, do you want to sound like shit or..?" (Name) mimicked. "Of course we'll practice today, we don't have that much time, stupid." she said, standing up "We need to make use of the next 100 or so hours we have left." 

"You calculated it?" James asked

She rolled her eyes again "Obviously." 

"I literally have nothing to wear, James, I'm freaking the fuck out," (Name) spoke to her phone, propped up on her desk as she walked around the room "I mean I'm not much of a party goer, so obviously I'm not gonna have party clothes, but I thought, maybe I'd have something!" 

James sighed, his face filling the screen on (name)'s phone as they FaceTimed. "Just put on one of those shirts and a pair of bootcut jeans and you're done." He suggested as she dug through her wardrobe. 

"No, I need something wow, you know. Something that'll make an impression." She said, pulling something out from the hangers. A cheetah print coat. "Perfect." 

"What is it?" James called out to her 

"I just so happened to find this old thing," she said, going back to her phone and showing him the jacket "If anything I own screams arctic monkeys, this definitely does." 

"Ohh..that is clever. You put on some red lipstick and a pair of boots and you're done, might as well change your name to arabella." James smiled before returning to his mirror to apply some eyeliner. "Do you think sherly and John would be ready by now?" 

(Name) rolled her eyes as she's looked for a pair of jeans/black skirt to wear with band t shirt she had got and a pair of black boots, putting her phone down so James could only see her cieling while she changed. "Knowing sherly, he's probably asleep or something. I swear if he didn't wear that outfit I planned for him, I'll beat his ass." 

"Yeah, he really suits that whole emo boy look, I think it's the hair." James agreed as (name) propped her phone back up once she was done. "I'd bring some eyeliner and eyeshadow just in case be does use the cheap stuff you lent him." 

"I'd be surprised if he even managed to open the makeup at all by himself, he's so incompetent." She sat down, quickly putting on her makeup, messing it up on purpose

James laughed "Well at least he can play guitar, half decently." He said "Hey you think I should look through my 2020 alt stuff, see what I can salvage?" 

"God no." (Name) advised. "Unless you plan on getting tomato's thrown at you the entire gig." 

"Yeah you're right," the blond admitted "those boots have outgrown me anyways since I started taking hormones." He said, putting down his eyeliner. "You done yet?" 

"Mhm." 

"Gimme a spin, we need to mutually agree on your cuntiness." James said, his voice going up a couple octaves. 

(Name) snorted in amusement, backing away once she'd finished so he could see her full frame, twirling around, kicking her leg up to the back of her knee as she posed, eliciting a few cheers and 'yas queen slay!'s  (Obviously not in a serious sense) from James. He even took a few screen shots so he could post them on his Instagram story after the 'concert'. 

"Alright. I'm gonna hang up now,so I can get going." She said eventually, thumb hovering over the 'end call' button. "Call sherly and tell him to be at john's in like Ten minutes ish. He's driving us, Yknow." 

"Yeah cool." James said, fixing up his smudged eyeliner, emphasising those bright blue eyes of his. "I'll remind him of your little murder threats, too if you want." 

"Alright, see you later." (Name) chuckled hanging up. 

"Look who's not an hour late," (name) called out her friend as she saw him approaching johns house just as she was about to knock on the door. 

"Look who isn't an hour early," Sherlock retorted. His deep blue eyes landed on a little waggon beside her feet. "Is that..?" 

"My guitar and amp? Yeah, it is." She looked at sherlocks own equipment on his old skateboard "I'm assuming we had a similar idea, just different executions. Just goes to show why I'm smarter than you." 

"Tell that to your exam results." He spat 

(Name) scoffed "as if yours are any better." 

"Bitch." 

"Druggie." 

"Punk." 

"Emo." 

Sherlock gasped dramatically "I am not an emo!" 

"Well either that or your zesty," (name) smirked "I mean, with that hair, you definitely have tried a little more than most." 

"I'll have you know I've only ever been attracted to p-" Sherlock was cut off by the door opening, revealing John and James at the door. 

"There you two are!" John beamed. He looked his usual self, but instead of his usual dull jumper, he wore a black t shirt with the words 'Baker Street boys' in a thick white font, just like the other members, except Sherlock was wearing a pair of baggy dark jeans with an embroidered skull to match his skull ring, (name) was..slaying, to put it simply and James was wearing a pair of pair of straight legged jeans, covered in rhinstones to match the glitter on his eyes. 

"Alright, we all ready? We need to hurry if we wanna get there on time." James said, exiting the door to walk towards johns old car. "Put your stuff in the back and we'll get going." 

"Didnt you say we'd be going to one of those rich neighbourhoods?" (Name) asked, putting her guitar in the boot of the car carefully. 

"Yeah," James nodded, opening the door to the passenger seat "The kids turning 18, so her parents let her do whatever the fuck she wanted. One of those new money types, you know." 

"That explains the money we're getting then." Sherlock said, shutting the door to the boot "If we can get more of their little rich friends to hire us for a parties or something, we'll be rich in no time." 

"Which will only happen if we don't play like shit." (Name) said harshly as she put on her seatbelt "You guys remember the song list?" 

"Considering we've been playing it non stop since Monday, yes, yes we do." James peaked behind his seat to look at her. He looked at Sherlock sat beside her. "You need to get your make up done before we start playing." 

"It's not my fault that shits so difficult." Sherlock groaned, folding his pale arms over his chest "Cant we just do it before we start playing?" 

(Name) sighed "you really are incompetent, arent you?" 

"At least my parents love me." 

"Are you the band?" A girl, about 19 or 20, asked the four at the door. 

(Name) held up her red guitar "obviously." She said "Where should we set up?" 

"Follow me," the girl said, guiding them through the large house to a big hall "There's only a few people here, you're lucky you arrived early." She explained while the band dragged their equipment in there. "You can set up in here, get the band stuff out that car, and you can start playing when there's like more people or whatever. The birthday girl's with her friends right now, but she'll come in here soon." 

"Alright, thanks." James murmured as she walked away "god this place is fucking huge." He said, turning to (Name) who was busy plugging her amp in

"I hate rich people." She whispered to him "Bet they have a pool or like a cinema room or some shit...Wonder how they could afford all this." She turned to Sherlock who had a blank expression "go help John get his drums in, dude." Sherlock rolled his eyes, walking out and dumping his guitar on the floor. 

"Her dad's an mp and her mums like a model, vogue and everything," James said, setting up his bass guitar 

(Name) narrowed her eyes at him as she put the mic down "how do you know that?" 

James chuckled nervously "err..google?" 

"Whatever." She said, turning her attention to Sherlock and John who were bringing in the drums. "Hurry up, I heard some cars pulling up out there. We still have a couple of things to do." 

"Actually we're pretty much done after we put these instruments in place," John said matter of factly then paused "oh wait, Sherlock needs to do his Makeup." 

"You're making me sound like a girl." Sherlock glared "I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. (Name), can't you help me out?” He begged with a whiney voice. 

“Sit down.” She said, pointing to the drummers stool before pulling out her makeup bag, kneeling before him. “Close your eyes.” She said, applying dark blue eyeshadow on the centre of sherlocks eyelids, surrounding it with glittery black eyeshadow on the edges. She took out an eyeliner pencil, asking Sherlock to open his eyes again and look up while she applied it to his waterline, smudging it slightly. 

“Done.” She held up her pocket mirror to his face. He took it, looking at his eyes slowly. “You look like Effy stonem if she was a guy.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sherlock said, shutting the motto and handing it back to (name) who was putting away her makeup. “Thanks.” He said reluctantly. 

“Don’t mention it.” (Name) stood up, checking the mic to make sure it was working correctly. 

John peaked outside the open entrance, looking down the hall to see a storm of teenagers, mostly 17 and 18. He turned to the band, sitting down by his drums “ready?” 

“Barely.” (Name) groaned, watching the crowd gradually form while someone switched off the lights. She could smell the faint stench of alcohol flood the air, along with the scent of body odour and..was that weed..? 

“PST,” someone hissed from the side of the makeshift stage. It was the girl from earlier, the birthday girl’s older sister. “Hurry up, these kids are waiting.” She whispered 

(Name) ran a hand through her (hair colour) hair, messing it up on purpose as she picked up her guitar, leaning forward to the mic in front of her. 

(Quick A/N: this is the first song btw, super good, please listen to it.) 

It made a loud noise before she spoke. “Um..we’re the Baker Street boys,” she said nervously “Happy birthday,” she shut her eyes trying to remember the name 

“Tabitha, happy birthday Tabitha.” She repeats. “My name’s (Name), f-from the Baker Street boys, here with Sherlock,” cue a few giggles at his name “James, and our drummer, John.” She hesitantly smiled. “And this is ‘I bet that you look good on the dance floor, by the Arctic Monkeys, which is funny because uh..we’re doing only arctic monkeys covers today, haha.” 

Crickets. 

“A-Anyways, make some noise, or whatever.” She muttered as she took a deep breath, strumming her guitar while John started drumming. “Stop making the eyes at me, and I’ll stop making the eyes at you.” Her voice had cracked mid line in a whine, but somehow she had pulled it off, sparking a few of the sweaty teenagers to start singing along, despite it not being a typical TikTok song. 

“What it is that surprises me is that I don’t really want you to,” she sang, gripping the mic with one song whilst the rest of the band played in the background. 

Surprisingly or not, (name) was stiff, lacking any stage presence she may have previously had while she attempted to sing and play at the same time. She couldn’t believe she was thinking this, but thank god Sherlock was there as the backup guitarist. 

“And your shoulders are frozen,” She continued, slowly getting more confident 

“Cold as the night!” 

At least the others managed to remember to do back up vocals. 

“Oh but you’re an explosion!” (Name) had slowly begun to realise the rawness in her voice actually made this particular cover sound fairly good, and with the encouragement of those around her, the confidence had started to settle in. 

“You’re dynamite!” 

“Your name isn’t Rio but I don’t care for sand and lighting the fuse might result in a bang b-b-bang-oh!” She sang, fingers pointed in a gun while the other strummed at the guitar strapped over her chest “I bet that you look good on the dance floor, I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or, I don’t know what you’re looking for! I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor, dancing to electro pop like a robot from 1984, well from 1984!”  

“I wish that you’d stop ignoring me because it’s sending me to despair. Without a sound, yeah you’re calling me, and I don’t think it’s very fair,” she raised her voice slightly as she tried to sing over the increasingly loud crowd before her, her body much less stiff than when she started. She continued with the chorus, earning a few cheers as the band played better with each passing second. 

“Well from 1984..!” She almost panted, losing breath as she strained her vocal chords “Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets, Just banging tunes and DJ sets and dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness” 

While she sang that particular line, a face popped into her head, or rather the face. What was the posh blond man doing in her thoughts while she was screaming her lungs out singing some indie rock song? 

“Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor! I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or what, I don’t know what you’re looking for!!” Frankly, she doubted she would ever see him again, as upsetting as that seemed. Not like she had much of a chance though. “I said, I bet that you look good on the dance floor,” it would be funny, a smart guy with a rockstar wannabe like her “d-dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984,” She did want to see him again though…but he was probably an apparition or something, that explained why he looked so angelic. No. She had to see him again some day.

“Said from 1984!”

A/N: I wonder what will happen next >:). I’m so sorry for those who are only reading for Liam, I promise he’s gonna make another appearances in like a couple of chapters. Also this arc is kinda inspired by the Pistols series so watch that because it’s so good. Off topic but I got a cat and he’s so cute but also looks like Alex turner it’s hilarious.

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #—are you mine 🎸

[reallyromealone]

can i request again? :'))

If you're free can you do the bonten men reacting to their boyfriend wearing their hoodie looking all cute while sleeping? ( With nothing underneath;) ) I want to see how they would react lol

So I'm assuming you mean like the separate members lol

And sure dude you can request as much as you want, it's encouraged here lol

Warning: kind of nsfw

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MIKEY

Mikey was exhausted as he came home early in the morning, having spent the night dealing with Bonten and just wanting to pass out.

Walking into the bedroom he scanned the darkness till he saw a leg on the bed and trailed up to see (name) his sweet husband snuggling the pillow, blanket abandoned while in Mikey's hoodie and judging from the lack of boxers peeking out (name) was only wearing that hoodie.

Mikey stared at the other unapologetically, he was tempted to wake (name) by doing...activities but he had yet to sleep so he just pulled the blanket gently from (name) and slotted himself in there instead, looking at his adorable husband who snuggled into him more.

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SANZU

Sanzu knew he was late.

And for once?

He felt bad.

Specifically because this was a date night with (name), the two being less than social people and Sanzu being as lovable and sweet as a cactus, date nights usually were a very private affair.

They hadn't had a date in a minute and Sanzu knew (name) was excited but he has gotten caught up with a poker game with Bonten, he knew (name) would be upset.

Walking into the luxury penthouse he saw the rose petals and blown out candles and walked to the livingroom where there were two cakes set out and a bottle of champagne and (name) snuggled into the couch wearing nothing but one of Sanzus sweaters, leg bent up a bit to give Sanzu the show of the other wearing his sweater he was naked.

Sanzu sighed and lifted (name) up into his arms and brought him into the room and layed him down on the bed before snapping a few photos.

He wasn't outwardly expressive with his affection but he did care about his adorable lover

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KAKUCHO

"You know not to wait up for me, you're awful at staying up at night" kakucho teased his sleeping lover who looked so peaceful before lifting him up.

The scarred man smiled when (name) shivered as his entire bottom was exposed "your fault for sleeping like this darling"

Situating (name) into bed, kakucho got himself ready as well and taking a shower.

"Kaku...?"

That's what he heard when he came back, the sweetest sound ever "yeah baby it's me, go back to bed"

"Ok..."

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TAKEOMI

Homies back gave out trying to carry you to bed

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MOCHI

Mochi knew (name) could be a little lazy and often wore comfy clothes so when he came home to see (name) passed out on the large beanbag chair in nothing but mochis hoodie he was visibily empassive.

Internally though? He was loosing it in a good way.

His super cute and hot boyfriend was naked in only Mochis hoodie and out cold and then Mochi thought about the fact that if (name) was naked then that meant everything was touching the sweater.

And at that moment Mochi decided to A) buy more sweaters that were soft and comfy for (name) to steal and b) to go take a really cold shower.

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KOKO

He had been staring for half an hour, the others wonderful legs on display as he snuggled into one of kokos soft fuzzy hoodies and at this moment Koko was thankful that (name) hated wearing pants to sleep because he got little slip of (name)s ass and... Other things.

He could die happy just staring at (name) honestly.

"Koko...?"

"Shhh go back to bed baby, don't worry"

And with that Koko took a nice butt pic and went about his day.

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RAN

Ran was a pervert.

He was unapologetic about it too.

Seeing (name) sleeping on his stomach in Rans hoodie?

He couldn't help himself when he bit his boyfriends ass playfully.

"RAN!" (name) screeched out as he jolted up, Ran looking unashamed in himself while groping the other "what? You're laying here all defenceless!" He said smoothly "so cute and sweet"

"Makes me want to r u i n it"

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RINDŌ

He didn't know what to do.

There (name) was, laying on his bed in his sweater looking fine as hell and he just blue screened at the sight.

He stood there for a few minutes, debating on what to do.

Being the sadistic bastard he was he decided to wake (name) the only way he could.

By smacking his ass.

He wasn't expecting a moan.

"Well...good morning"

"Rindō... You asshole"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader

[inu-jiru]

"Oops" Episode Rambles

I rewatched the episode for the sake of my rewrite post (plus I just wanted to see the final animation, credit where it's due, the show is fun to look at sometimes), and decided to share my thoughts since I haven't done that for an episode in a while:

Ngl, I'm honestly really indifferent towards Fizzmodeus, like I get that it's most people's positive for this episode but I honestly just don't care about it. I think it's because I'm so jaded to the 99% of dialogue that's sex-related to enjoy the sentimental stuff but also because it's just Bee and Vortex again, and it begs the question of why the shit Stolas' situation is so special (aside from him being Vivzie's baby) when the Sins just do whatever and either hide it poorly or don't hide it at all. Who came up with this hierarchy in the first place? Because the more we go on the more it seems like a thing that only Goetians focus on (which Ozzie should be apart of so what the fuck).

Speaking of Ozzie, I don't get why he's so nice, same with Bee. I'm not asking for everyone to be a shithead 24/7 but the concept of Hell's leaders, the ones who've created and are enabling the world of kill-or-be-killed that we've seen, being 100% friendly is just odd to me. Then again, Viv's idea of Hell is a nonstop party where they're all good unlike the EVIL BAD TOTALLY NOT GOOD angels and Adam so it doesn't surprise me. Also his whole thing about "Lust shouldn't be forced". Um? I'd get it if he were talking about LOVE, but Lust is not something I'd ever consider to be consensual in nature, especially not in Hell. That's all I'll say on the matter because it's a very serious topic, but then again, maybe I should consider myself lucky a topic that dark isn't being butchered by Vivzie. All of that said, I do like Ozzie's voice actor, he's really nice-sounding.

I don't understand what the hell happened with Fizz and Blitzo. Who the fuck was going around saying that Blitzo didn't wanna see Fizz and didn't tell Fizz that Blitzo showed up? I have to assume it was maybe Barbie or Cash (assuming Cash didn't also die in the fire). If it was Barbie I'm not entirely sure why. As far as we're aware (unless they retcon it in later) Barbie shouldn't have seen Blitzo knocking into the cake or leaving Fizz, so if she did it because their mom died, I can't see how she would know that. Maybe someone saw Blitzo and passed that on to Barbie, but the fact of the matter is I shouldn't have to Tetris-style guess and insert explanations for the episode. If any episode was going to be a full on backstory, it should've been this one, not The Circus, especially with Unhappy Campers being before this one.

On a positive note, I think those little fly-dog things are so cute in a kinda ugly way. I do think it's kind of a nice small look into Fizz's mind that he'd have one that's wheelchair-bound because he'd relate to it. Ozzie patching up Fizz was nice too, as much as I don't care for the couple, I'm glad that Fizzmodeus at leasts SHOWS the shit that Stolitz doesn't. And speaking of Stolitz, yeah Blitzo keep telling me all these things Stolas TOTALLY does for you yeah I'm sooooooo sure

And, like other people have said, Stolas was totally pointless and useless like always, and what a nice cool guy who totally isn't bad like the other Goetia when he let that lawyer guy get brutally murdered, like yeah I guess it wasn't really his place to help or anything but I don't think having him smirk and say "Get fucked, little one" is doing him any favors. I do have to wonder if they're actually gonna go through with this Crystal shit. I'm not gonna bother guessing anymore because like I said before, the show will throw a biggest, goofiest curveball at you to try and seem less predictable.

And speaking of curveballs, Crimson and Striker. That's it. That's all I gotta say on that subject. I miss Harvest Moon Festival, man. Like I'm no Striker fangirl who buys all the Striker merch and shit but damn he's so pathetic now. Why did Blitzo have to recreate the shit that happened and shoot the barrel when he could've shot Striker in the face while he was talking? Please, I need someone else on the writing team PLEASE

Anyway I think that's it for now.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss spoilers #jazz rambles #helluva boss criticism

[thekatebridgerton]

Baby Bridgerton meet cute au

Today on another episode of Bridgerton fics I really want to read. But can't write because I lack both the time and the creativity to do them justice

Baby Bridgerton meet Cute au

Saphne:

Young stuttering Eton aged Simon Basset meeting Anthony's little sister on a visit to the Bridgerton home and immediately being pulled into a game of house by Anthony's tallest little sister. Who forces him to play husband and she will be the wife and all her siblings now are their kids so they must listen to her of course. Because she's the mom. And him the dad. Simon stutters the whole time but leaves little Daphne with the most organized pretend household he can manage before running off to find Anthony to ask to come over more often

Kanthony:

Young 10 yo Anthony finding a scared toddler Kate afraid of storms, asking him to help her find her papa and pretty Miss Mary in Hyde Park. Because she can't find them and its started to rain and she's scared. And Anthony being the gallant kid he is, shelters the little girl from the rain with his coat under a tree, and returns her to her father as soon as he hears voices looking for her. The day after he meets her, he finds out that the little girl Kate, is the daughter of the man who just ran off with the season's diamond. He wonders if he'll ever see her again

Benophie:

Benedict met Sophie in the theater when Sophie was four, since her mother was an actress and Sophie would have been trained to appear on stage. Benedict saw little Sophie play a little Christmas angel in a opera and immediately asked his father if they could meet the actors, just so he could give the little angel girl a flower and tell her she was pretty. Sadly Sophie's mother died not soon after and rather than see the little girl starve, grandmother left her at the doorstep of the Earl of Gunningworth. But she never forgot the dream of the nice boy in the theater who once called her pretty

Polin

The first time Colin met newborn Penelope with her red hair and Rosy cheeks, he wanted to take her home with him and share with her his favorite cake and biscuits. Penelope would cry if Colin was too far from her cradle and Colin declared to all sundry that baby Penelope was "his Pen" for almost all the time it took Penelope to learn how to talk and say it back. Even if adults tried to convince him that Penelope wasn't "one of his" thinking he was confused about his many siblings growing in number. Colin remained insistent for most of Penelope's early years, that Penelope was 'his' Pen the way he was 'my Colin' for her. they only outgrew the habit after he left for school and made more friends his age. Still Penelope never forgot that he was 'her Colin'. Even if Colin did as they grew older. (or maybe he's always been sure she's 'his' Pen too)

Philoise

Their first time meeting was on one of young Phillip's visits to London with his father. Little Eloise had snuck out behind her parents back to a particularly busy bookshop and happened to see an older boy, buy the exact same book that little Eloise had been eying for ages. So of course like any Viscount baby sis...She threw a tantrum. Phillip was terrified of the crying girl who kept accusing him of stealing her book, but he wanted to keep the book, so he just, found something else to give her, shaved ice? did she want shaved ice? he got it for her, maybe a toy, yes, little girls liked toys, here's a toy, just don't cry, don't cry. By the time Edmund found Eloise again, she was grinning, sitting atop of veritable mountain of trinkets, eating shaved ice, with a devoted young boy profusely apologizing to her. Phillip went home with his book and every time he read it, he remembered fondly the cute little tantrum thrower who warped him around his finger that day in Mayfair. While Eloise never quite forgot that moment either.

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guys you should write this, I want to read it!!

#baby bridgerton au #kanthony #saphne #polin #benophie #philoise #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #colin bridgerton #kate sharma #simon basset #penelope featherington #sophie beckett #phillip crane

[lancermylove]

Chapter 8 (N.SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: N.SFW ➣ Word Count: 2,341 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: I dub this chapter the talkative chapter. I didn't realize I added so many verbal interactions. 😅

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It was like a mountain of food, a veritable labyrinth of delicious delicacies. From candy canes to Christmas tree cookies to gingerbread houses, ribbon candy, pudding, sponge cake, pies, chocolates, brownies, and gift baskets were sprawled across the immense marble island. The array of colors and smells made your head spin, and in front of the Food Everest stood the Avatar of Gluttony chopping on a red and green cake.

"Beel, did you buy out an entire grocery store?" You asked incredulously.

"No, but he did buy out the entire Christmas market," Asmo giggled beside you. "The vendors felt blessed to have Beel stop by their tents. To be blessed to have met a demon...now that's something I never expected to hear."

Beel didn't stop eating but chuckled at the statement. The Avatar of Lust stepped in front of you, blocking your view of the nauseating mountain of festive treats, and held up a familiar bag of gingerbread men. "Sweetie, these are from Mary. She asked me to give them to you."

"Mary? The elderly lady we met at the market?" You asked, gently taking the bag from his hand.

"Yes! Her eyes were so much brighter now, and she even got a haircut. I did her makeup, and I can't tell you how many people were staring at her," Asmo said, touching his cheeks and laughing. "Who knows? Maybe she will find someone and won't be lonely anymore."

A part of you wondered why Asmo had taken such a liking to Mary, but it warmed your heart to know that she was doing better. Not to mention, the happiness on the third brother's face made you smile. "I am happy she is doing better, and thank you for the cookies. I'm going to go give one to Satan. See you later! Also, Beel, hope you are prepared for the sugar rush."

You left Asmo and Beel behind and headed to Satan's bedroom. As you approached, you saw him by the window, looking out into the distance. He seemed disturbed and restless but glanced at you when you walked closer. The demon's eyes held a faint smile, but his mind was clearly preoccupied with other matters. "Good morning, (y/n)."

"Morning, Satan. Would you like one?" You asked, holding the bag of gingerbread men in front of his face. He chuckled as he took one from the bag and bit into it very carefully, but his reaction otherwise was muted. For a moment, you watched Satan chewing and then voiced your thoughts. "What are you thinking about? Rather, who are you thinking about?"

Satan's instant froze in reaction to your question. While his instinct was to wave it aside with an air of casualness as if it wasn't worth much thought, the tiny flicker of emotion that momentarily crossed his face told you otherwise. You wanted to probe further, but the sudden honk of a car horn startled you.

"I have to get going, but Satan...listen to your heart. Not what you are telling your heart, but what your heart is telling you," you warmly whispered. Before he could respond, you quickly hugged the Avatar of Wrath and rushed downstairs, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

You ran out of the house and saw Solomon waving at you near a black SUV. He had invited you on a road trip, using the excuse, 'You need to get away from the brothers and their drama for a while.' Knowing Solomon would not drop the topic until you accepted, you had reluctantly given in.

"Are you ready to leave?" The sorcerer queried, and you responded with an affirmative nod. But, instead of walking to the driver's seat, Solomon proceeded to the vehicle's trunk. He opened the trunk, and to your surprise, Mammon was curled up inside. The Avatar of Greed was surprised to have been discovered and slowly stepped out.

"I don't recall extending an invitation to you, Mammon," Solomon said, amused at the demon's antic.

"It ain't fair ya get to go on a road trip with (y/n). I wanted to join ya. The more the merrier, y'know," Mammon nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Speaking of, more the merrier," Solomon said as he opened one of the back doors to reveal Levi crouched behind the driver's seat. "Hello, Leviathan. I also do not recall inviting you."

"Levi? Mammon? Seriously?" You attempted to reprimand them, but witnessing their childish jealousy, you couldn't maintain your composure. The brothers were adorable when they got jealous.

"Let us join, will ya?" Mammon pleaded, his eyes growing in size as if trying to display his best puppy eyes impression. Levi followed suit to implore for your permission.

"Levi, did I interfere when you went sweater shopping with (y/n)? Mammon, when you ran off with (y/n) and left me to decorate the cabin's exterior, did I hunt you down? No, right?" The sorcerer calmly asked, his smile neither leaving his lips nor reaching his eyes. "So, now it's my turn to spend time with (y/n). Beel, could you please carry them inside? It seems as though they are having trouble walking."

In an act of innocence, Beel took Solomon's word to face value and hoisted Levi on his shoulder like he were merely a bag of potatoes. As the third brother squealed in protest, the Avatar of Gluttony wrapped his arm around Mammon and tucked him under his muscular arm like he were a piece of wooden plank. You observed the comical spectacle in sheer amusement, all the while trying to stifle your laughter.

Once on the road, you quietly observed Solomon from the passenger seat. The skilled driver was entirely focused on the road ahead while being completely aware of your stare. Finally, he asked teasingly, "Is there something on my face, or am I just that handsome?"

"Neither. I mean, you're handsome, but it's odd to see you driving. Are you sure you know what you are doing?" You teased, but he gave no reaction. The next moment, he deliberately swerved the car. In a panic, you grasped hold of anything within reach as your heart jumped in your throat and your eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Maybe I shouldn't be driving," he teased in return.

"Solomon!" You yelled and slapped his arm, evoking a laugh from him. "My life just flashed before my eyes!"

Even though he initially laughed, his mood shifted to a serious tone as he spoke with more tenderness. "Your well-being and safety are my top priorities. I would never let anything happen to you."

"Aww, you're so sweet," you giggled, settling back in your seat as your heart returned to a normal pace. "So, where are we going? You never told me."

"Didn't you have a wish to see the aurora borealis?"

Upon hearing his words, you squealed in delight as it had been your long unfulfilled dream. Then, a realization dawned on you - you never told Solomon about this wish, so how did he know? The only place you wrote this was in your...you gasped, "You read my diary!?"

"Well, if you hadn't left it open on your bed, I would have had the pleasure to skim through the poetic pages," he playfully joked.

For the rest of the trip, you sullenly sat with your arms crossed over your chest and observed the passing scenery. The sun was setting in the distance, casting orange ribbons over the landscape and painting the sky with gorgeous shades of red. The atmosphere was silent, punctuated only by the gentle sound of the car's engine.

Upon reaching the destination, you scanned the vast area. The air was thick and heavy, with an icy chill that seeped into your skin and bones, while the ground was covered in a pristine layer of thick, powdery snow that glittered like fine crystals in the dim heavenly light. There was no other sign of life in this desolate spot, leaving nothing but a freezing silence and stillness occasionally disturbed by gusts of wind.

You sat on the bonnet of the car, wrapped in a blanket, as you admired the beauty of the star-speckled sky, unaware of the fact that Solomon was observing you from the corners of his eyes. The wait would be an ongoing affair and a risky bet, but you dearly hoped the aurora borealis would bestow its blessing on you.

"Hey, Solomon," you softly uttered, "Thank you for always looking out for me. You do a lot, but I take it for granted. Thank you for having my back, even if you do things to annoy me, like reading my diary without my permission. Thank you for being there for me."

Solomon was greatly touched by your unexpected gratitude, but he could not bring himself to openly express his feelings in response; instead, he resorted to his usual ways. "You know that Thanksgiving has already passed, right?"

You stared at him blankly for a moment before replying dryly, "That was a terrible joke."

"It wasn't that bad," Solomon chuckled and turned his attention to the sky. "So, how is Satan doing? I am aware of what happened at the lake. And no, I was not stalking you, him, or Lucifer. I happen to see you helping Satan back to the cabin."

"You always know everything that is going on, don't you? You should change your title from sorcerer to detective," you giggled and shook your head. "He is fine. Thankfully..."

"(Y/n), I am aware you deeply care for the brothers, but remember that they are far more resilient than humans." Solomon only sought to comfort and assuage you with his words. But in the next moment, his seriousness thawed into teasing. "But I am a human, so you can worry about me all you want."

"Yeah, a human who met the dinosaurs before the meteors took them out," you laughed wholeheartedly, lightly nudging his arm with your elbow.

"I am ancient, but not that ancient," the sorcerer chuckled and raised his hands in defeat, acknowledging that the conversation had reached a humorous conclusion. It was clear that he had lost the battle of wit but was gracious in his defeat and accepted being bested.

Your eyes darted towards the skies as you silently hoped the lights would appear, but the waiting time was seemingly never-ending. The quiet atmosphere, blanketed in darkness, only strengthened the feeling of hopelessness and despair. Your hope for the lights to appear faded as you brace for disappointment instead. "I don't think we will get to see them..."

"You know, along with your well-being, I also care about your happiness," Solomon whispered as he ruffled your hair. "We can't have you disappointed, now can we?"

With a snap of his finger, you perceived faint traces of verdant-blue colored lights emerging in the darkened sky. The display of colors became increasingly evident and more vivid as the lights gradually became more prominent. In seconds, the sky was illuminated by a magnificent and enthralling showcase of colors, as though it had been transformed into a mesmeric display of lights.

The stunning spectacle of colors and lights in the celestial sky had your heart aglow with wonder and fascination. Seeing how deeply pleased you were caused the sorcerer's heart to swell with delight. His hard work and practice had paid off.

"How did you...?" You muttered under your breath.

"I created the spell...solely for you..."

When the sorcerer disclosed that he had created this spell solely for you, you were at a loss for words. Did your happiness matter to him to this extent? You met his cobalt-shaded orbs with your tearful gaze. But before your tears could pour, the sorcerer quickly brushed them away with the back of his index finger.

Wordlessly, you leaned forward to meet his lips in a tender and affectionate kiss, letting out a gentle sigh as your lips touched his. Although the sorcerer was initially surprised, he quickly reciprocated the loving kiss. While your lips intertwined, the aurora borealis continued to paint the night sky with its beautiful and awe-inspiring colors.

In an unexpected gesture, Solomon has brought along camping gear with the intent of spending the night with you. His playful announcement that the two of you would stay the night with a smug and confident grin was accompanied by his reassuring words that he would accept all responsibility should anyone question or lecture you.

"Earlier, you thanked me for helping you...why not show that gratitude through action," Solomon teased as he sat beside you in the surprisingly warm and large tent.

"How, exactly?" You raised an eyebrow but chuckled.

"The choice is yours."

The soft touch of your tongue along Solomon's erect length sent waves of pleasure throughout his body, sending his heart into a flurry of beats. As your lips began to enclose his length with each lick, the sorcerer was taken aback by the intense and arousing sensation it provoked in him. When he said the choice was yours, the sorcerer had not expected you to push him onto the sleeping bag, turn your back to him, and capture his penis in your mouth. Solomon couldn't recall the last time he had experienced such a thrill.

A ripple of pleasure reverberated through your body as he dug his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your thighs. His touch elicited an intense excitement that sent tremors down your spine and legs. He had not intended to spare you from experiencing the same thrill and took you by surprise by burying his face between your legs. The sorcerer eagerly moved his tongue up and down your intimate flesh, enjoying every second and reveling in your delicious taste.

Outside the tent, the harsh and unforgiving cold seemed like a shallow shadow that couldn't compare to the bright light of passion that shined within. The entire world faded away as the two of you got swept up in your desires to devour every bit of each other's being and melt into one.

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#obey me #obey me fic #obey me swd #obey me x reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #lucifer x you #mammon x reader #levi x reader #satan x reader #asmo x reader #beel x reader #belphie x reader #diavolo x reader #solomon x reader #barbatos x reader

[pisspope]

Reiner birthday hcs because I'm sick in the head

Y/N's Birthday specifically (and also modern!au because it's more fun)

- reiner absolutely cannot WAIT to wish u a happy birthday. Calls you at 12:00 AM on the dot and sings u happy birthday like it's his gotdamn birthright. voice is all gravelly and sleepy and shit. "did you stay up just to wish me happy birthday?" "no I set an alarm for 11:30 and hit snooze every 5 minutes so I wouldn't fall back to sleep"

- can't be with u during the day because he's working but takes every opportunity to send u little birthday emojis and shitty little Facebook stickers

- specifically the sugar cubs iykyk

- can't bake so he orders one of those fancy pre-made Walmart cakes well in advance. 100% has your favorite IP on it ((gabis idea)).

- walks into ur house shortly after work with his lil baby yoda/pokemon/hello kitty cake cradled in his arms, immaculately wrapped gifts under each arm (he rewrapped at least 3 times to get it perfect)

- gabi and falco trailing in behind him because he picked them up from middle school. gabis all "this better be a good party because I'm missing softball practice"

- it's quaint and nice and you're technically babysitting but u wouldn't have it any other way. the look of despair on reiners face when he gets hit with all of falcos draw 4 cards in uno is priceless

- soon the kids settle down and go play mario kart or something. just u and reiner alone cleaning up in the kitchen and dining room. u love the hubbub of the little gremlins but this is just as wonderful, if not more so

- he wraps his arms around you as your wiping down the table "sorry I couldn't do more on a work day baby. promise I'll make it up to you." like this wasn't super fun and perfect as is. "this is wonderful, rei. you don't need to worry about it."

- but of course he does worry about it. picks u up on a free weekend for a nice dinner. brings flowers, buys a bottle of wine, checks everything off the list. not everyone gets two perfect birthdays, but with reiner you do

- he drives you home, the world is quiet and tiny in his little beater of a car. the top of his head grazes the ceiling and a bump in the road would probably leave a bruise. god he's adorable

- he parks the car and absolutely BOLTS from the driver's seat to get the door for you. an absolute gentleman, walks you to your front door, gives you a chaste kiss. "happy birthday sweetheart" u grab him by the tie, pull him in for more. no resistance from him, that's for sure

- "I know you're just being romantic with those butterfly kisses, rei. but if it's really my birthday, I'm gonna need a little more than that."

- and who is he to deny you?

#aot #cat thots #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner x y/n

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

hey if you don't mind you can headcanons of what it would be like if donnie and april 2012 fought for the love of the male reader (I read a fanfic with this idea but unfortunately it didn't end)

A/n: thank you for requesting

Summary: April and donnie fight for your love

Version:2012

When Donnie met you it was just like when he First met april

Basically love at first sight

But you didn't get kidnapped by the krang

So yeah

April met you at school and you weren't that popular but a lot of people liked you(not crush wise)

You guys have math and history class together

She was actually the one who introduced you to Donnie thinking he was straight

Nope he wasn't and now there's a competition

Donnie would make you cute little things that you always enjoyed

April would buy you things and take you places

If you like comic's with the help of mikey Donnie would make you a special comic

If you like comic's April you would you your favorite comics

So basically everything Donnie does April will do but with money instead of making it

And the one time she didn't is because she didn't know what he did

But what Donnie did was the help of his family make you a surprise birthday party

And yes all the brothers had made you something since they don't have money and can't go to the surface

Splinter on the other hand did get you something he didn't make it

So April didn't know about this and she thought you weren't going got be in the lair today so he held off

Casey did know and he was in charge of keeping April out and getting supplies for a cake

And he did just that

You had told your mom you were going to the store than after that a friend's house

The cake the turtles mad was decent it wasn't falling apart but he icing needed work

Casey wouldn't to try it but raph wouldn't let him

Would you go to the lair it was surprisingl dark so you try not to fail

After you said hello all the lights came back on and everyone shouted happy birthday

Of course you were surprised since you thought your birthday party was gonna be at home but Casey told your mom the plan do she didn't plan a party

You were super surprised but enjoyed it nonetheless

At the end of the night April still didn't know what was happening and donnie made a move

"Hey y/n could you come here for a second"

"Yeah what's up"

"So I know this is random but I was wondering if you could be my boyfriend"

"Yes, Donnie that would be lovely"

He didn't know why you said lovely but glad you said yes

So that night ended with Donnie hugging you and kissing your cheek goodbye

A/n:sorry if this took awhile but Donnie won because I don't like 2012 April. Hope you enjoyed

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt imagine #tmnt headcanons #tmnt x male reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 x male reader #tmnt x reader

[speedystarshine]

Requests still open tho? If not then delete this

but Yandere HC’s with the Mack/Mat’s with a Darling (kidnapped or Not kidnapped) during their birthday? For this both of us ofc <3

They're still open, dw! Sorry for taking so long, been super busy lately. Happy (now late😭) b-day tho! You're epic!! I wasn't sure if you meant og Mat or ETN Mat so I went for Mack, hope that's okay 😭

-Tries not to make a big deal of it but totally does

-You always work really hard for him everyone on the ship and to keep him everyone safe, so he really wants to give back to you :)

-Turns out you’re super stressed though because, uh oh! Everyone on the ship has suddenly gone missing. Wonder why?

-He wouldn’t throw a surprise party, because 1. (He’s possesive af and want’s to do everything himself so only HE’LL get the credit) It’d take a lot of people to pull it off, and he’s only one guy. Also maybe the fact that most people on board don’t really like him.

-He would bake a cake for you though! He sucks ass at it, but c’mon, he poured his blood, sweat and tears into this thing. (Literally)

-He’d be the type of person who gets you a pinata and thinks there’s already candy inside when you buy it-

-He won’t leave you alone for the entire day, constantly doing little things for you and gifting you things he “found”.

-You’ll have to lock yourself in your room if you actually want some peace and quiet for like five seconds

-Asks if he did a good job and if you liked it 😭

-Don’t worry though, everyone missing will be back the next day! (Bitch probably locked them in cryo-)

#matpat egos #matpat egos x reader #happy birthday 112!!! #well late birthday at time of writing #iswm x reader #mack x reader #iswm mack x reader

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hello!! From you Kinkfest Pick and Mix, can I please have:

Raymond Smith

Bondage with Cuffs

Voice Kink

Sex Toys

Hand on Neck

I loved the last one you wrote for me so I'm back!!! Thankyou😘😘😘

My first Raymond Smith request, thank you so much!!! I am so so happy you liked your last one.

Masterlist

Solace

Contains: Fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort, protective Ray, caretaker Ray, cuff bondage, voice kink, sex toys, hand on neck, fingering, P in V, aftercare.

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Ray helps you out after a bad day at work

"Hey honey, can you come and pick me up?" Ray knew that something was wrong by the tone in your voice, dropping what he was doing and pressing the phone to his chest to muffle the sound of him talking, then tapping Mickey on the shoulder.

"I got to go boss, stuff at home needs my attention." He knew Mickey would let him go, and with a soft smile and a nod from his boss, he was off. He lifted the phone to his ear, caught between asking what was wrong there and then and waiting until you were safe in his arms so you could speak without the stress of people around you. "I'll be there before you know it, just hang tight."

He almost sped, having promised you he wouldn't put himself at risk on your behalf when it came to something small. When he got there you weren't waiting outside, rather he could see you at the front desk in a heated conversation with a customer.

He parked the car and walked in, calming down when he saw you relax at the sight of him. He walked behind the counter and looped his arm around your waist, ignoring the irate man in front of him. "You're closed, what's he doing here?" The man deflated, he clearly had an idea of who Raymond was.

"He wasn't happy with his order, I've told him a million times that ingredients vary but he won't listen." Raymond turned to him, his face impassive but unwavering.

"Pay her and leave you or I'll make you leave, do you understand me?" His voice was calm, his tone filled with authority. The man nodded, throwing the cash on the table then racing out. "You wanna head home?"

You nodded, "please, I feel gross."

He hung your coats on their hooks when you got inside, dropping down to remove your shoes then standing up and pulling you into his arms, "you wanna tell me what happened? There's no way your feel like this after just one dickhead."

You sighed, "I've just been putting our fires all day long, I'm exhausted from all the fucking thinking. The day started with some of the kids from the private school up the road coming in and taking up all my time asking stupid questions, they didn't buy anything and did it just to take up my time and I couldn't tell them to leave because their parents would ruin me. And then a delivery didn't come and I had to sort that, then that asshole this afternoon. I've had it."

He took your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, "go and have a long, hot shower, I'll put out your favourite set of PJs then put dinner on. You won't have to think for the rest of the night." You smiled, already feeling the stress of the day melt away.

"Thank you Ray, I love you so much." He smiled, dropping his forehead onto yours.

"I love you too, now go and bathe, you'll feel better once you've had some time to yourself."

****

You could hear Ray getting your night clothes ready as you washed the day away, your muscles relaxing as the scent of your soap filled the steamy air. You stood under the stream until you felt comfortable in your skin again before getting out and drying off. You took the time to apply lotion to your skin and then slipped into your PJs and headed downstairs.

You could smell something wonderful coming from the kitchen, "what's for dinner my love?" Ray slung the tea towel over his shoulder and walked over to you, wrapped his arms around your body while he pressed his face into your hair. "Your favourite, plus chocolate lava cakes." You smiled and spun in his arms, pressing your face into his chest.

"I am one lucky woman." He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"It will be ready in a moment love, go and sit at the table and I'll bring it over." You did as he asked, sitting in your spot next to Raymond's at the long dining table in the middle of the room. He was there with the plates a few minutes later, setting one down in front of you and plopping himself down in his seat before placing his free hand on your leg.

"Eat up, you'll feel better once you've got something in your stomach." His hand never left your leg during the meal, his thumb running back and forth over the top of your thigh. "Good?"

You nodded, "really really good, thank you Ray."

He smiled, his hand leaving your leg briefly to stroke your cheek, "I'm glad, you ready for dessert?"

"Oh, yes please."

****

After dinner, you moved to the couch to enjoy some trash TV while Raymond rubbed the ache out of your legs, "you feeling any better?"

You shrugged, "a little, I still feel weird."

"Alright, you remember what we did together the last time you felt weird?"

You smiled, and pulled your legs away, moving to sit in his lap, "yeah, I do. Are you saying you want to do that again?"

His voice was gentle as he replied, "of course I do love, do you want to do that again?" You felt your skin get hot as his fingers moved from your cheek to your neck, stroking it so he could feel the thump thump of your pulse under his thumb.

"I would like that very much." He stood up, taking you with him and took your hand, walking you upstairs and into the bedroom. He sat down with you on the bed, your legs touching and linked his fingers with yours. "Would you like to pick the toys for tonight or would you like me to do it?"

You thought for a moment, "can you do it please?" Raymond smiled and stood up, walking over to his huge walk in. You could hear him in the cupboard with all the fun things, he must have known what he was looking for because he was back in a flash and dropping the super fluffy cuffs on the bed.

He went to your bedside table next and pulled out the wand, then checked that it worked before setting it down and coming to sit next to you again, "remind me what you're going to tell me if you want to stop."

"Stop, no, that hurts, the usual."

He smiled, "good girl." He started on your top, running your hands over the uncovered skin until he reached the buttons of your sleep shirt. He went one by one, grazing your bare skin as it was revealed to his eyes. He pushed the shirt off your torso then took your hand and stood up before running his fingertips down your stomach and to the ties of your shorts.

With a tug, the shorts were undone and he pulled them down your legs with your panties in one go, "arms please love." You held them out and Ray took them in one hand while reaching across and picking up the cuffs in the other, he leaned down and kissed your skin before sliding the cuffs over your hands and tightening them over your wrists.

"You good?" You nodded and Ray smiled, "great, lay down and get comfortable for me." You did as he asked, settling down with your head on the pillows while Ray moved to your legs. He gave them the same treatment, kissing your ankles then sliding the cuffs over your feet and tightening them before fastening them to the corners of the bed, "you still comfortable?"

"Yeah, I'm great." He smiled and removed his sweater, leaving him in a comfortable T-shirt and his pants. Ray smiled at you again then his lips found your ankle just above the cuffs, alternating from leg to leg until he reached your inner thigh. He kissed up your stomach and to your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipples one after the other then to your upper chest and finally your mouth.

The kiss was soft and full of affection, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. He took over quickly, leaving you breathless and desperate. He pulled away, looking into your eyes, "hi."

He smiled down at you, kissing you again before pulling back, "hi love, you ready for more?" You lifted your head and brought your lips to his, Ray indulging you before pulling back just out of your reach, "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yep, I can't wait." Ray rolled onto his side, reaching over your body to take the vibrator off the table and putting it on the bed between you then he ran his hands over each inch of your skin. He looked into your eyes when his hand reached your core, biting his lip when he found you wet.

"You're so good for me, I haven't done anything yet and you're already soaked." His voice was rough, tumbling over each sound as they came out of his mouth. His fingers were gentle as they moved through your slit, collecting wetness from your entrance to make sweeping circles over your centre.

He came in close, pressing his cheek to yours as he whispered in your ear. "You know love, you're all I thought about all day long. Unlike you, my day was very uneventful so my thoughts wandered, all I could think about was what we were going to do when we got home. I have to say, even though it was under upsetting circumstances, I'm glad you called me, I don't think I could have waited much longer."

You went to reply, your voice stuttering and Ray stopped you, "shhh, you don't need to talk, just let me look after you." You relaxed back into the pillows and Ray smiled, "there you go, now where was I?" His fingers became more insistent, working you up while his voice filled the air again.

"Right, work. We did have a new food truck on the street, I had a fish pie for lunch." Ray noticed how your breath quickened the more he spoke, his thumb found your clit as he slid two fingers inside you, moaning at how wet you were, "my good girl, always so wet for me." He lifted his free hand to your neck, going back to the earlier movement of running his thumb up and down your jugular.

You turned your head, exposing your neck and he took advantage, wrapping his hand around your neck and holding your gaze to his, "what's got you all hot and bothered love?" There was only affection in his tone.

"I like the sound of your voice, it's nice." He smiled and kissed you, then pulled his fingers from your body and picked up the toy, turning it on low and pressing it to your clit. He rocked the wand back and forth, turning it up as he pushed your hips towards him, "so eager, what am I going to do about that?"

You couldn't really think with his huge hand around your neck but you knew he didn't want you to respond. He clicked the wand one last time, turning it up all the way and chuckling as you flinched away from the intense sensation.

He kissed you, waiting until you adjusted to the vibrations before removing his hand from your neck and running his hand down your body. He shifted himself so he could slide two of his thick fingers inside you. You could feel the ridges of his knuckles as he pressed his fingertips to your G-spot.

Then he stopped, "hey, what gives?" He chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose.

"I just wanted to lose the clothes, don't worry, I won't leave you unsatisfied." He rushed to get naked, your eyes raking over his lean muscular body as he took his shirt off then his pants. He stood there is his tight black boxers, looking down at you with a smug smile on his face, "like what you see love?"

"What do ou think?" He shook his head, "yeah, I know what you're thinking." With a wink, he pulled his underpants down and his hard cock sprang free. He climbed back on the bed and onto you, running his hand up the outside of your thigh and back to your centre. "You're going to cum for me and then I'm going to give you my cock, how does that sound?"

You gasped as his lips found yours and his fingers met your flesh again. You moaned into his mouth as you came and then Ray was pulling his fingers away and slamming himself inside you just as the orgasm faded out. He buried his face in your neck, whispering praise into your ear, "my good girl, you're so sensitive for me. What would you like now, do you want the toy or my fingers on you?"

It was hard to respond with pleasure filling your body, "whatever you want." Ray kissed your neck, his beard scratching your skin. He picked up the wand again, flipping it back on and pressing it to your clit, "is that alright love?"

You moaned out a yes and his hips picked up speed, pushing you over the edge one last time before he painted your walls with warmth. "There you go, you feel better now?"

You nodded, your brain foggy. "I'm great, I can't think but I'm great." He chuckled, "that was the point, wasn't it?"

You sighed, "yeah, it was. Can you stay with me for a little while longer, I don't want you to get up yet." Ray smiled and kissed your cheek, moving to free your wrists first, rubbing the stiffness out of the skin before moving to your ankles. He pulled you into his arms and rested your head on his chest, running his hand up and down your arm.

"I'll stay with you for as long as you need but I know you don't like being sticky so I'm going to get up in a bit and get something to clean us up but I'll be right back. How does that sound?"

You sighed, knowing he was right, "sounds good, give me ten minutes?" Ray pressed his lips to your forehead, "that's fine with me."

Fin

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[polikszena]

Another random and short thingy that came to my mind the other day. The morning after the night out in Amsterdam:

Despite he hadn't slept much, Trent Crimm was smiling while he was sitting in the hotel's lobby stirring his tea when he spotted Ted Lasso walking in with a cup of coffee in his hand. The coach's lips curled up as he saw the former reporter and walked to him.

"Good morning, Trent," he said.

"Hello, Ted," the ex-journalist nodded his head. "How was last night?"

"Inspiring," he replied. "What about yours?"

"Good," Trent answered with schrunching his nose a little. He felt an urge to tell Ted what had happened but he knew it wouldn't be right. Not because of himself, but he definitely didn't want to out Colin, especially not to his manager. Even though Ted probably would handle this situation with kindness, it still wasn't safe. Plus, he didn't want to talk about it without Colin's consent.

"Where have you been?" Ted wondered.

"Just dipped my toes into the local nightlife," Trent told him, and that way he didn't have to lie to him. "How about you?"

"Well, paid a visit to the good old Vincent and his Sunflowers and then got a taste of home," the moustached man told him.

"Oh, you went to the museum night?"

"Yeah, thanks for the tip on that," Ted said with a nod.

"Anytime," the former reporter smiled at him. They talked about it on the bus the day before, and originally, Trent was also planning to visit some museums, but that was before he witnessed Colin opting out of going to the live sex show. Or was it that party in Groningen? Never mind.

"Also," Ted continued, snapping the other man out of his thoughts, "I got high and I'm not hungover at all."

Now Trent raised a brow - of all the people in the club, he wasn't expecting Ted to try one of Amsterdam's treats. Perhaps he wanted to do something he had never done before. It still worried the ex-journalist a little bit.

"What did you take? Space cake?"

"No, tea with something in it," the coach told him. "Really, shouldn't I be wondering what the hell happened last night without remembering anything?"

"Honestly? I have no idea," Trent shook his head. "I've never had a special tea before."

"Me neither," Ted let out a small sigh.

And before Trent could have said anything, Dani Rojas stepped to them, with a wide grin on his face and a tulip in his hand.

"Coach! Look at this! I've got a tulip!" he chirped, beaming at Ted who checked the flower out then nodded in appreciation. "The florist was giving me weird looks for buying only one of these, but it is so beautiful!" - he told them, then noticed that Trent was there as well, so after saying a quick good morning to him, Dani walked away.

Trent's gaze shifted to the bouquet of tulips placed in the hall and he let out a small laugh.

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