#my face when i realized i didnt have FLOUR

[rinneyism]

real disappointment is getting all ready to bake something, apron on and all, only to find out you don't have this one basic ingredient that you thought you did.

#baking #baking stuff #IM SO.. #im never having these peanut butter brownies am i #my face when i realized i didnt have FLOUR #what kind of baker runs out of flour #im a shame to the culinary world

[crazyco0tz]

{Stray kids calling you ma’am}

Written!reaction

Hyung line

Warnings: slightly suggestive, feminine pronouns used for reader

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧

He only calls you ma’am when he’s either “scared” of your authority or when he’s trying to sweet talk you it’s a 50/50 chance of it working or backfiring

you and Chan were currently baking just a small batch of cookies, you were following your mothers recipe since it’s the best cookie you’ve ever had, what you shouldn’t have done is leave him in control of the ingredients proportions

after all the mixing was done you were ready to put them in the oven but you wanted a little taste test, you pick up a small clump and pop it in your mouth and froze, this was not your moms cookies

you slowly turn to Chan who was reading back over the written out recipe with a slightly worried look he slowly looks back up at you being met with your scowling eyes, you both realized the mistake he made

“so channie…” He gulps before shakily replying “yes babe…”

“tell me, how much honey does that paper call for.” He slightly smiled appreciating the seriousness you take with your mom homemade recipe

“uhm… it says one teaspoon per 1/2 a cup of flour, and I just put one tablespoon” you chuckle “so you know what you did wrong?”

“yes ma’am” he looks up shyly hoping the name will cool you off, surprisingly it did

“well good, atleast you own up to it!” He pops his head up shocked at your relatively calm reaction; is she seriously not going to punish me? I’m free?

“well I still want my moms cookies. So while these bake your going to make another batch, THE RIGHT WAY” you cross your arms with a smirk

Chan sighed wishing he hadn’t jinxed it “yes ma’am” he turns around the grab another bowl while secretly smiling, “she’s even pretty when she’s upset” he thought

after your put the cookies in you walk over to give him a little peck on the cheek before sitting down at the bar to watch him struggles with a flushed face

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

He uses it to tease hoping you’ll do something about it and gets upset when you shrug it off, he also likes to call you that when he’s being scolded, he’s just bratty about it

“just admit it min you did that on purpose!” You guys were in a very intense smash bros battle, you both are at one life and you sure as hell weren’t losing to his bratty smack talk, but RIGHT before you were about the ultimate him he “accidentally” closed out of the game

a gasp left your lips before snapping your neck to the side ready to chew him out

“YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE DIDNT YOU!!!” He smirks before looking away “no ma’am I would neverrr” he giggles at the angry face you put on

“oh you think this is funny?” He nods in response still giggling lightly

you scoff “oh I’ll show you funny” you pull him out of his sitting position by his wrist then slammed him on his back

his eyes widen “ohhh is this a punishment ma’am?“ you laugh at his confidence “no, but this is” you quickly rush your fingers up his sides while scratching lightly at his skin, you know his sides are very ticklish

*“aAHHHHH, S-STOP Y/N!!” laughter took over both of your while Minho started tearing up over how hard he was laughing

“I ADMIT IT, IT WAS ON PURPOSE!!” He try’s desperately to push you off, but the laughter made him weak

you finally give in and pull your hands off; he launched up ready to screech about how unfair that was before realizing that probably won’t be the best idea

he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest awaiting for you to say something; “if we start another round are you going to cheat again min?” He sighs while resting his head on his hands

“no ma’am. I’ll play fair” lifting off his hands to rest his head on your shoulder in defeat, but it was all worth it when he got a very long kiss on the forehead which made him shiver

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

He doesn’t do it to get his way, he just does it out of respect he wants to show you how much he respects you as a person, you want something he’s there, you ask for something he is there!

“binnie be a dear and get me a glass of wa-” “YES MA’AM!!” Sitting up so fast he made him self a little dizzy

“slowly bin jeez don’t pass out” he turns around “I’m fine! I’ll get you your water :)” happily bouncing out of the room to retrieve your water 

he is always willing to do any simple task your not bothered enough to do

once he comes back with the glass in hand he places it on your nightstand before hopping back in bed with you reaching for your arm to hold on to, as you continue to scroll on your phone the nickname finally caught up to you

“ma’am huh” you speak softly he lifts his head up to meet eye to eye, “what?” He whispered. “Oh I find it cute that you call me ma’am, makes me feel like you actually take me seriously” his mouth agapes slightly; “well of course I take you seriously?” He furrows his eyebrows “You think I didn’t?”

you chuckle “no it’s just a cute quirk that’s all I’m saying binnie” he smiled widely “ok y/nnie!”

hes so happy to have literally anything to do with you <3

𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

Similar to changbin he just wants to show his respect for you, you could order him to do any measly task and he’ll gladly do so to earn good boy points

you just made up a list of a few tasks that need to be done while your gone, now you just need to stick them to hyunjin

“jinnie I have a few things I need you to do” he turns around from his desk where he’s currently drawing “yes jagi? Like what?” He tilts his head curiously “just some chores don’t get to excited, pretty please clean up the kitchen and do both mine and your laundry, and tidy your mess in here” he jumps up out of his chair “oh yes ma’am! It’ll all be done before your get back”

you laugh at his enthusiasm “well you don’t need to do it that fast, I don’t want you to tax yourself” he gasps while smacking his hands on his face “are you saying I’m to weak too handle a little laundry! I’m strong I can do it see!” He flexed his arms at you

“uhm ok… aslong as It’s done jinnie” You run over to give him a goodbye kiss and a hug before running out the door

throughout the day you checked in on him to make sure he was ok (he can’t go 10 minutes without talking to you so it was mostly him texting)

once you got back everything was clean, spotless. Until you heard groaning from the coach, you drop your back and walk over to see Hyunjin laying down watching the TV while massaging his arms

“you cleaned everything didnt you?” “…yes ma’am” You sigh “Did you stretch before picking up the furniture, he looks away; “no I forgot..” you chuckle “of course you did, well I’ll give you a nice massage while we watch TV” he smiles at your care for him

he always does more than you ask and sometimes he doesn’t know when it’s good enough

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Hey sweetie!!!

This prompt was my original idea and I’m so sorry for the lack of request responses but here is a little something!!

Pt.2 will be coming soon!! Byeee💋

#kpop fluff #kpop reactions #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids #kpop #bang chan #changbin #minho #hyunjin #hyung line

[jade-04]

Dove (Part 8)

Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader and Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader

first part | part 7 | part 9

Summary: Dustin Henderson’s older sister finds herself in a predicament having to choose between Steve “the Hair” Harrington and Eddie “the Freak” Munson

a/n: no thoughts, just the sound of me typing. Also the gif I chose has almost nothing to do with this chapter, all I could think about when writing Robins part was this scene/ the white board from season 3.

Warnings: mention of a parents death, angst, swearing, Steve being an absolute dumbass

taglist: @happiejoon @simonsbluee @nervouslaught3r @7minutes-tomidnight  @sl-tfor-joseph-quinn @witheringawayagain

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“Come on, (y/n). I’m gonna take you home, I dont think this is the environment you should be in right now.” Eddie wrapped his arm around you shoulders and starting walking towards the stairs with you. You nodded without saying a word, you wanted to be home right now with Dustin, he would know what to do and what to say.  He always has ever since he was a kid. You could never understand how someone so young could be so wise beyond his years, but right now he was the only person you could fully talk to. You could talk to Eddie, but your voice was weak, you didnt know what to say to him after what happened. You could barely even look at Steve, let alone speak to him. 

Eddie was ushering you out of the house to his car as Robin got there on her bike. She looked between you and Eddie and then raised an eyebrow. “What happened here?” 

“Well…” Eddie took a very deep breath trying his best not to yell. “Harrington broke (y/n). I recommend you ask him the rest of the story. She’s not really speaking right now.” He looked down at you, there was so much worry in his eyes, he was hoping he would never have to see you like this after hearing about it from your brother. 

“Shit.” Robin shook her head before going inside. 

It wasnt long before you were sitting in the passenger seat of Eddie’s car, his jacket wrapped around your shoulders, it was the only thing that could really comfort you right now. You just wanted your brother. You hadnt even realized you left your car at Steves until you were halfway home. 

“Eds, my car.” Your voice was super quiet, but just loud enough so that he could hear you.

“We can come back and get it tomorrrow.” He said, sounding a little more angry than he meant to be making you flinch a bit. “Sorry, I just think you need to be around Dustin right now, he’s uh told me about this kind of stuff happening before and I know he can help you.” Eddie loosened his grip on the steering wheel a bit.

You were home within 10 minutes thank you Eddie’s speeding. When you got inside, you rushed to Dustin’s bedroom door and gave a little knock before going in. Eddie was trailing behind you a bit knowing that you would need it to be just you and Dustin for a bit. Dustin was shocked to see you home so early knowing it was movie night, but when he studied your face he realized your eyes were puffy from the amount of crying you had done earlier. He saw Eddie behind you and gave him a nod signaling to him that things were gonna be okay, but it needed to be just the siblings right now. After Eddie walked away and closed the door, Dustin finally spoke.

“(Y/n), what happened?” Dustin came to hug you. “Do someone hurt you?”

You shook your head. “Not physically, maybe a little emotionally.” You sighed. “Okay, maybe a lot emotionally.”

Dustin sat down on his bed and you sat across from him on the floor with you back against the wall. “Let’s unpack this, okay?” His voice was always calm in these situations because he knew you felt vulnerable and the smallest amount of negativity in a voice could break you even further. “What happened?”

You closed your eyes before explaining the situation to Dustin. “I was at Steve’s, we were making pizza, having fun like we always do and then we were having a flour war and he cornered me and kissed me.” You sighed. “He didn’t necessarily force it on me, it just was sudden. It scared me….it confused me.” 

“Okay, thats okay.” He  took a second to think about what he was going to say next. “Why did it confuse you?” 

You didn’t want to admit it confused you because you kissed him back, but when it came to moments like this, secrets weren’t an option. “It confused me because…because I kissed him back. I don’t know why I kissed him back, Ive never felt that way towards him.” You felt so shitty for admitting it out loud.

“Oh shit.” Dustin blinked a few times before continuing. “Yea that would confuse you. Do you like Steve, like in the way you like Eddie?” 

“No, I don’t think so. Im all lost right now.” You hugged your knees into your body. “I don’t like Steve the way I like Eddie. I think I was just all caught up in that movie-like moment that I don’t even know what took over me, but then after when I was absolutely balling my eyes out in the bathroom, he admitted he had liked me since June. How does somebody react to that? How was I supposed to react to that?” You squeezed your eyes shut feeling the tears well up.

Dustin moved to sit next to you. “It’s okay. I know this is gonna be hard, but one of them is gonna have to be let down and I think I know who you want to let down.” He placed a hand on your shoulder. “I see the way you look at Eddie and the way he looks at you. Yes, its fucking gross to see my idol kissing my sister, but I haven’t seen you this happy since before dad died. The choice is yours though.” 

He was right, in the 3 years since dad died, you hadn’t felt as free as you did with Eddie. Yea Steve and Robin were your best friends, really your only friends, but you’d only ever opened up to Robin. “I think I know who I’m gonna choose. Thank you so much, Dusty.” You turned to wrap your brother into a hug.

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Meanwhile, back at Steve’s, Robin was absolutely going off on him. She knew about you shutting down and what happens and why they happen. She was fuming when she saw Eddie bringing a broken you out of the house when she got there and knew Steve had to do with it. Yes, she encouraged him to tell you his feelings, but what could he have possibly done to cause this.

“Hey, Stevie.” She said in the sweetest tone possible before turning on him. “What the fuck did you do to (y/n)?! I get here and see Munson taking her out of the house and she’s not even speaking. How the hell did you manage to do that, huh?” Robin was extremely defensive over you in this moment, you were in a very vulnerable state. “I mean yea, I encouraged you to tell her your feelings, but what the hell could have possibly done to cause this. Also, what with the mess in the kitchen and the flour all over you? Did you-“ 

Steve cut her off before she could ask anymore questions. “Geez, Robin. Let me get a fucking word in. I told her I liked her, yes, but I fucked up. I was stupid.” He leaned against the wall.

“That’s not new.” Robin mumbled under her breath before letting him continue.

“We we’re making pizza and it turned into a flour war, hence the mess.” He motioned to himself and the kitchen. “Then I kinda cornered her, she surrendered, then I…kissed…her…” Steve winced as he said those last few words.

“You kissed her?” Robin scoffed. “Didnt think to ask her if you could, just went in for it?” Her arms were crossed, shoulders squared. She looked like a mother disciplining her child.

“I know it was wrong, but she kissed me back. I thought that was my sign, until she ran into the bathroom and started crying. So, I followed her. I told her how I felt and she didn’t say anything, just got up and jumped into the pool. I called Eddie, I figured he could fix it.” Steve was doing his best to look anywhere but Robin, but he could still feel the heat of her glare on him.

“Steve, Im gonna tell you something that is gonna be super fucking personal to (y/n) okay?” Steve nodded and Robin took that as a sign to continue. “Ever since her dad died, she doesn’t handle her emotions well. He was her rock and then he was gone, yea she has Dustin, but he’s not the same. So when she’s overwhelmed,  especially when she gets confused and can’t figure out her emotions or reasons behind her actions, she shuts down. You kissing her, then spewing out your emotions, confused her, man. You weren’t supposed to do that like that.” Robin did her best not to sound bitchy and more educative, but she was pissed and Steve needed to know.

“I had no idea…” Steves voice was barely above whisper.

“Yea, no one does, not even her mom. Obviously, me and Dustin know and probably Eddie now too, but she hides it. She avoids stuff that’ll trigger her. Why do you think we never watch Jaws? It was her dads favorite movie, she can’t even look at the cover without crying or how she hardly ever lets us listen to Journey in the car, it was her dads favorite band.  Why do you think she has no plans post-high school? It’s because she cant stand the confusion and stress of picking somewhere to go and what the hell she has to do for the rest of her life. She doesnt like having to choose, so she always goes with what she knows is certain. Like when she auditioned for the band, it was because she knows music, but having to choose between you and Eddie, she could never possibly do that. He’s her boyfriend and your her best friend, hell we’re her only friends Steve, she cant handle losing people.” Robin took a deep breath and looked at Steve waiting for a response, but when he didnt give one she continued. “Why do you think that a week ago she was scared to tell us she was gonna miss movie night and was bargaining with us? Hmm? It’s because she’s scared that if she fucks up, even a little bit, she’s gonna lose us. She lost the most important person in her life and we filled that spot the best we could.” 

“I didnt realize we were that important to her. She never talks about these things, she’s just quiet when we ask her how she feels if she looks anything other than happy.” Steve ran a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have done that, I feel so shitty. I never should have told her, especially after seeing her with Eddie.” He raised his hands to cover his face.

“Now figure out a way to apologize to her, dingus.” 

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a/n: Literally my brain has been sprinting so the next part is 100 percent coming out today because its already like half written. Though, after how I wrote Robin in this chapter, it feels like Robin is the best choice for y/n right now if im being honest…

#eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things s4 #henderson!reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #steve and robin #steve stranger things

[nessaiscute]

flustered

ugh stupid! Totally stupid!

what moron decided to let that idiot a member of SEED? It defies every logical outcome! Can she even fight? Does she know what it takes to be a SEED or is she just a coward, taking advantage of the people here?

If she puts the people of Rigabarth in danger I will kill her myself! I wont even shed a tear.

My name is Scarlet, I’m a veteran at SEED. I’ve saved this town numerous times, I dont need help. Especially form her! why is she my partner? my coworker? it makes my blood boil! I want to see her fight before I even humor the idea of calling her a member of SEED. I had to work for years to get this job!

Suddenly as if being attacked by a goblin, i realized something: I’m being way too hard on her, she might be know how to fight, she might be handed everything, However she is still a citizen of our village. she is under my protection. 

I think I’ve narrowed this down, I haven’t hold a hot bath since i got back from my mission. I think its time to go have one, I threw on my SEED uniform and looked myself in the mirror. My eyes are dim and my jawline isn’t sharp, i have an intense glare. my eye color is also not cute. my hair is messy, gods im a mess. I’ll always be like that.

Alice will never like me  crept into my head.

My heart skipped a beat, like me?? why would I even care?? She makes me sick! she’s lazy, she’s stupid and she’s way more uglier then I am. what with her...gorgeous blonde hair and her....soft pink lips. and her.... soft sweet eyes.  and AHHHH get to the bath get to the freaking bathes!!

The next 20 minutes was a blur, i zoomed past everyone on the streets. People made jabs and jokes bout me. One noticed my red face, my face is not red! Its a normal pale color. its not red its not red!

I opened the bathhouse door and no one was there, I threw some gold on the counter and charged straight into the woman bathhouse door when....

right as I was bout to push through I smelled the sweetest scent I’ve ever smelled. Sweeter then any flour sweeter then nectar. Sweeter then literal anything, the scent of a goddess. Then Alice was in front of me, a towel covering her bottom but her amazing breasts were out to the world. Soft and warm with a yellow tint, her hair was in a wet mess. I could smell the soapy water lingering off her hair. her eyes were bright, too bright. Her eyes looked like portals to the sun itself. her hair was not wrapped in a towel, it was down and all over the place but gods her hair was so so cute! But the worst part, the part that drove me insane.... was her strong muscles and to top it off she’s tall. she’s 3 inches taller then me! I looked up at her, my heart would not beat steadily and my face felt like I’m running through Kevla Lava Ruins. her freaking muscles, yes I’m returning to that! Those freaking muscles! Her arms are ripped and and defined, her torso is chiseled and I can see her abs and the water dripping from them. Her legs look defined, crap, crap, CRAP! Why is she so hot?!

“Oh Hi Scarlet. How are you today?”

“Tch, What are you doing here?? I didnt think I would run into you slacking!”

Her eyes had confusion in them but still shine way too bright, “I.... needed to take a bath. I've smelled like dirt cause of all the farming, do I smell nice?”

only sweeter then nectar itself my heart screamed.

“You...smell acceptable. Now if you excuse me....”

“Wait, were you checking me out?”

My heart skipped a beat, my face was gonna combust if this kept up, “W-What are you talking about?” “you were staring at me for a good 2 minutes.” and then her soft lips formed into a little grin, “Did you like what you see?”

My eyes would not look into hers, cause i was too focused on her amazing body, “yes....very sexy....”

I gasped, the pigment in my face somehow getting just a few degrees warmer.

“A-Absolutely not! Y-You?? H-H-Hot?? S-S-Sexy?? in your dreams!! Now...if you’ll excuse me!! I need to take a bath!!!” 

She giggled and walked away, i dove into the bath.

I sat there in the water, sulking. Why is she like this..? What gave her the right to be....so beautiful? like an ethereal goddess. I hate her, i hate her, i hate her! I’m going to kill her! She’s clearly a bandit meant to hurt these people! Stupid sexy bandit!!

My heart skipped a beat when I called her attractive again.

“GAHHH WHY DOES SHE DO THIS TO ME?????” I shouted out.

#Rune Factory 5 #wlw #alice/scarlet #lesbian #im gay #lords its been way too long since i posted fanfiction

[thirstymercury]

I dont write anymore. I thought this, thought why?, and then immediately wrote my answer as if it was waiting in the wings. feel like im monologing into a reel recorder~memorializing~

my mom said her favorite color is orange i remember where i was in the kitchen of the new jersey house so 70s it makes me whirl with sudden recognition of my place in the unfurling ribbon, false time, fake decades, significant by colors, what IS and is NOT okay, women. i wonder if she and i were in the kitchen after dinner today and i was once again lost in the spider vein on the back of her thigh, If i asked her again- what would she say? would her opinion still feel like it was conceived on the spot? i imagine her shuffling a crayon box in her mind trying to inhabit the right to care, trying to reckon with the fact that someone else would care. i cared enough to keep it in my head forever filed with the other Very Important Facts, like "righty tighty lefty loosy" and to coun the seconds between lighting and thunder. I feel with some certainty that i will be my grandmother lost on the way back from the bathroom but it seems impossible that i would ever lose my mom choosing orange. privately i tried to cope with the dissonance of an orange woman who owned nothing of the sort but the previous owner's shag carpeting sewn into the floor. but she liked the orange starburst best. she liked the orange slice candy-enough that she would buy small clear plastic containers of them from the grocery store and keep them up on the higher shelf of the pantry with the things like salt, baking powder, flour-the things only she would use. something for herself! these are the things i wont forget. i think even before i knew WHY it mattered, i knew that finding any trace of my mother in my house jumped out like the rarest treasure-baffling every time, orange slice candy holding this sort of ancient feminine mystique up there next to the food coloring drops we'd used twice a year- crescent crystal crusted goo here is the soul of a woman i knew i wanted to but couldn't know. she is somewhere behind the role. she is kept in clear plastic.

there is one song my mom ever said she liked (adele's rolling in the deep! a good choice!) i was in the car of the van years later. i had given up on asking. but she offered! music! i couldn't hold the all of her in my mind. i couldn't make it make sense. my mom who used to drive us home from practice in silence because 'she needed it' i was too young and too heartless to understand and so i judged her mercilessly . i should have realized this was as much a moment of HER as the orange candy. she chooses silence. all meaning aside- there she was. but id roll my eyes rather than see her too teen too resentful at this point and later id insult her to my friends 'she has no soul, she doesn't even like music!'. i didnt know it was okay to grieve a missing woman replaced by a perfect mother. i still don't know HOW maybe. me and my grief are kept in heirloom plastic container, still some sticky orange sugar crystals crusted in the corners. me and my grief live alone now and i don't need silence but I forget there is an alternative. sometimes for weeks

at dinner, in the NJ house mostly, when he was almost as child as i am now, my dad would tell stories of his life. the highlights practiced anecdotes a cadence of something repeated, with character voices, heroes villians. i still know the names of the children on my dads street when he grew up, what grew in the garden, his favorite albums in college. i can conjur the imagery like he was the protagonist in a book ive read a couple times over. my dad spills off the dinner table. is all his life at once printed along the time ribbon.

if you asked her any question, tried to know her before we were born- she had a look on her face like someone caught daydreaming in class no idea of the page number. she said she didnt remember. anything??? college would have been only ten years before or less. i still don't know how to cope with what that means if it were true. with what it means that my father didnt even try to help fill in the blanks. he knew her then too. what happened? where did she come from? where did she go? old enough at five to smell the sadness. id lay awake and senseless truths would come crushing in from all angles. in the dark down was up and ‘original sin' and 'infinity’ and the missing girl on the milk carton of my mother -earth,air and sky-seeing a wrongness so ingrained the adults are walking right through it without a wince as if it’s not there at all! feeling the cliff edge of mind where something dangles and dances never can be truly grasped. I tried to tell them "my bed feels like it is tipping". hoping this would be a layup-“snow is frozen, the e is silent, here is how to hold a pencil and here is how to hold the existential weight here is why you can stop asking” No. but you will grow into the gravity. You will forget where the cliff is entirely or grow tired on the way, maybe you will put up a fence. You will walk right through the solid wrongness and feel nothing at all. you may grow to find yourself sorted with the baking ingredients. the things that shine seasonally. you’ll be up on the high shelf wrapped in plastic having no idea how it came to be.

[laffy-taffy-creations]

Day 19 peoples!!!!

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Happy Birthday

Floral Bouquet | Psychological | "I'm not as stupid as you think I am"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 658

Warnings: heavy angst, mental spiraling, hurt no comfort, survivor's guilt

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"Okay, well we're tired so we're gonna go to bed. Night Vee!" Kaminari called, dragging Kiri along with him.

"Goodnight!"

I waved goodnight to them. I was alone. Finally.

I got up and turned off the TV, shutting everything down before going to the kitchen. It'd been a while since I baked anything.

I scraped together all I could remember about her. She liked chocolate, so chocolate cake is what I'm making I guess.

Eggs, flour, sugar, vanilla extract, water, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, veggie oil, milk, salt…

Okay, we did have everything. Now to make it. The continuous cycle of wet the drys and dry the wets… it was simple. Sweet. Just like her.

I put it in the oven.

Now we wait about 30 minutes. 30 minutes to think…

Another year passed… another year they've had to endure in that miserable place while I'm out here, living comfortably, like a normal person…

Another year has passed and they're all still in that place no one should ever be.

Another year has passed.

The oven dinged.

The cake was done.

I pulled it out. The pleasant aroma filled the room while I let it cool. I couldn't frost it now. I'd have to wait.

I sat down on the kitchen floor. The timer would tell me when it was ready to frost. I didnt want to think. I wanted to turn my brain off. I fell into these thought spirals so easily.

It'd been another year…

The timer dinged. I got up.

The frosting was still where I'd left it in the pantry. I got out the frosting supplies. I decided on a black base with purple detailing, as well as a few green highlights. Just like her hair, and her eyes.

It didn't feel right adding a small cat design on top, but at the same time, it did. I put a few different number candles on the cake. A 20, and a 7, separately.

I lit the candles.

"Usuku lokuzalwa oluhle, Sayovai."

…I didn't wanna think about it. Sayovai is 20 now…

It's been another year they've had to wait for me to save them. Another year of failing. Another year they've been hoping I'll come back.

I felt something on my face. I realized I was crying. I'm fucking crying…

Another year of torture, another year of praying… Another year of survival.

I broke down. Sobs racked my body. I didnt care if anyone heard me, I couldn't believe I'd been such a let down.

Another year I've failed to save them.

I took some deep breaths. I still had to blow out the candles for her.

Pull yourself together 3. We promised her.

We promised her.

It took a bit, but I managed to calm myself to some extent. I blew out the candles for her. There you go, Sayovai.

I got out a knife. No sense in wasting cake. I took out the candles. I cut myself a slice.

I put the rest of the cake in the fridge.

My fork slid through the piece I got for myself with ease. Maybe I was better at baking than I remembered.

I brought the piece to my lips, but I couldnt eat it. I couldn't bring myself to eat it.

7 will never get to eat this cake. Do it for her.

I put it in my mouth.

It was sweet. The texture was nice.

Another bite.

Then another.

And another.

Usually I love chocolate cake. I didnt bother questioning why this was so much more difficult to eat. I already knew the answer.

It took everything I had not to outright sob while eating. That'd make me choke, then who would save them?

I finally finished the piece. Deep breaths Vee…

"Usuku lokuzalwa oluhle, Sayovai…" I repeated. It was a lie.

Until I got them out, it would never be happy.

Kuze kube unyaka ozayo. Sengathi wena nabanye ningahlala niphephile.

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[ganyuslily]

at a coffee shop | genshin headcanons

— characters: albedo, childe, kazuha, xiao, zhongli

— category/extra notes: modern!au, coffee shop!au, fluff

— a little summary: u find yourself in that coffee shop down the street quite often — its not your fault they have the best coffee though!

a/n: good evening may i interest you in some modern headcanons? THIS WAS VERY FUN TO WRITE AND I MISS GOING TO COFFEE SHOPS:(( ( @xiaophobic at this point im just!! tagging u in anything that i write thats a modern au and has kazuha in it!! i hope u dont mind!! )

albedo

youre not really sure how he fits here, but his latte art for sure is something else — you catch yourself observing him working quite often and feel a little bit embarrassed when he asks you if you want to learn it too. he doesnt talk much, but in his defense, it is quite hard to do so over the sounds of the coffee machines. he smiles at you after a couple of your visits and starts to chat a little bit and offer you a muffin to go with your order, on the house, as he says with a certain uncertainty in his voice. you sometimes see him bring his younger sister in — klee, as you learn when she hops over to you and introduces herself, telling you that big brother albedo said something about a pretty person in that place he works at and shes pretty sure its you! and even though you see him mortified after he hears what klee says, his hands freezing on the cup hes holding, you only laugh and tell her that you think albedo is quite pretty himself too.

childe

hes the one charming in the clients to buy that cookie for their coffee, because as he says “whats a good coffee without something to go with it?” hes always chatting with everyone, a big smile on his face and some flour on his cheeks, running between the kitchen and the cash register. he seems to be helping out everyone at all times and you often wonder how hes not tired. probably jokes around and flirts with you when he notices you coming back, saying my, my, didnt know i caught your eye so much and when you answer how did you know? a blush spreading across his cheeks. swears he doesnt await your visits, but has your order memorized. kazuha only looks at you with a sparkle in his eyes and tells you that even though he still charms the clients, he looks at you in a different way than he looks at them.

kazuha

to be quite honest, you only see him by accident on the times where youre so early that hes putting out the goods he baked. he talks to you, speaking in a way that makes you wonder if he writes poetry. you converse with him as if you were lifetime friends and he offers to teach you how to bake after you praise his skills. you take up the offer, a hint of surprise visible on his face, but he only smiles and promises to do it when the both of you have time. as the two of you grow closer, exchanging numbers and all, you find yourself sitting at the table near the window, waiting for him to come out. he brings you coffee and some of the cookies he baked, and you sit and chat. you find some napkins with his poetry scribbled on them and you cant help but realize that the person he describes is a little bit too similar to you for it to be an accident.

xiao

he doesnt talk much, opting to speak to the clients in short and curt sentences. you see childe make fun of him quite often and zhongli telling him to be a little bit less harsh. he doesnt seem to mind them, only rolling his eyes at childes antiques, but he seems to be a little bit ashamed when it comes to the older one. you try to make conversation with him and even though at first he looks at you as if you fell from the moon, after some time he warms up. when you pop up in the coffee shop you may find him smiling a little bit when he notices you, ignoring albedos comments when he chirps in that he was waiting for you to come here. you spend his breaks together and even though youre usually the one speaking, he always listens, without a doubt. childe asks if youre a couple and maybe just to make him shut his mouth for once or maybe because he wanted to, xiao actually asks you out for a date. you dont notice his shaky hands or the little thumbs up zhongli gives him, but you notice the way hes trying to be a little bit gentler with his words and you appreciate it.

zhongli

hes the fine gentleman responsible for this establishment. hes the manager, the one that started this little shop that quickly grew into popularity and you think its a crime how beautiful he is. the first time you see him, the sun adorning his figure and creating a halo, your breath hitches and youre not sure what to do. he speaks with so much elegancy and knowledge, telling you all he knows about coffee and tea, especially tea, and upon noticing his interest in it, you find yourself buying tea, even though you came here for coffee. hes the one taking care of xiao and putting childe in his place, the one telling kazuha to finally rest and the one helping albedo take care of klee. and so you cant blame yourself for admiring him, his presence always calming you down. you cant help but keep coming back, not only for the tea, but also for a chance of a chat with him.

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[caker-baker]

If There Was A Crown

It wasn’t everyday one was summoned to the royal court, and definitely not everyday a baker was summoned.

If the baker happened to be in their hero form, they might have understood, but as a regular kingdom citizen, they didn’t understand.

They had dealt with the royals, sure, but not like this, not when they were still halfway covered in flour.

Had they done something wrong? Was their bakery being repossessed? Or worse, demolished?

The hero didn’t like the stares of the people as they approached the dais, a million and one thoughts were racing through their head already, they didn’t need anyone else’s.

Upon the dais was the prince’s throne, and upon that was the prince, who sat almost amused.

“Baker.” He addressed.

The hero kneeled before they spoke. “Your royal highness.”

This seemed to further amuse the prince, who leaned forward in anticipation.

“Do you know why you have been brought here?”

“No, your highness.”

The prince’s eyes shone in amazement, a wide cat like smile forming. “You have been accused as terrorizing the kingdom under the pseudonym ‘Villain’,” before the hero could open their mouth, the prince held up his hand. “These acts include but are not limited to: larceny, arson, and murder. How do you plead?”

The court burst into chatter, louder and louder.

“I-I-” the hero couldn’t breath, their still kneeling self wobbling. “No! Not guilty, your highness.”

The prince almost rolled his eyes, but didn’t, instead choosing to motion to the guards to come forward.

“On what grounds, baker?”

Cold manacles were placed on the hero before they could blink, the whispers of the court members becoming more suffocating by the second.

“On the-” their mouth went dry.

How could they explain this?

They disappeared at odd times, generally the same time as the true villain, so that was incriminating enough; but they couldn’t outright say they were Hero. What if the real villain was here? Then they would know everything.

“The grounds that-”

“Yes, baker?” With another motion from the prince, the hero was hoisted upwards aprubtly, cold manacles on their wrists, and even colder hands on their arms.

The prince hadn’t even bothered to give the hero a chance to explain, he was having fun with this.

The reality of the situation slowly closed in on the hero, who suddenly found their tongue.

“My lord, please, you have to believe me, you can ask any of my loyal customers, any of the neighboring shops, I wouldn’t harm a fly.”

The prince pretended to consider this with his chin rested in his hand.

“And until speaking to them is possible, you will be held prisoner as Villain. That is all.”

So nonchalant, so nonchalantly the prince waved his hand as a dismissal, it made the hero want to scream. But they couldn’t do that, their hands were tied.

Well, chained.

And chained didnt change much, it was over, the hero had already thought this out.

Once they arrived at whatever cell or dungeon the apparently cruel prince had ready for the villain, the hero would begin to find an escape. After that, they couldn’t go back to their bakery, they couldn’t go back to anything, they would have to live as Hero forever.

Something hit their heart, the thought of never going back to the bakery. It felt heavy.

The hero didn’t notice the creaking door being unlocked, nor the wall which they were chained to, their bakery occupied their mind.

Even if they were proven innocent, which, judging by how the prince acted, they wouldn’t be, who would go to an accused villain’s bakery? How would the hero make a living now?

Or will this lead to the chopping block?

The hero shivered and blinked a few times to properly examine their predicament. It was a cell, there was no question about that, but it looked personalized. A bed in the corner, a stack of books beneath it, and a small desk with a chair.

A cell, but a used one, probably from a prisoner with good behavior.

The hero walked to the bars of the cell, at least a foot away from the bars, as the chains didn’t allow any further.

Chains in a cell?

That was strange, but if the prince believed them the villain, it would be reasonable enough.

If the prince deems me a villain, why this cell?

Something was wrong here.

“Everything to your liking, baker?” A voice sneered.

The hero’s eyes lit up, that voice was the prince, the prince was here. Maybe they could prove their innocence.

“Your highness, please, please, I am innocent, whoever accused me is wrong, I-”

“I accused you.” The prince interrupted, so sharp and firm the hero almost though they imagined it.

At the hero’s shocked face, the prince laughed.

“I do enjoy seeing you helpless.” He took off his crown, examining it in his hands. “It’s fitting for a pesky hero.”

Again, the hero felt their body begin to shake, perhaps out of anger.

“What?”

Cold and victorious eyes glanced up from investigating the crown. “You heard me, Hero. Or should I say it differently?” The prince cleared his throat. “I do love watching pesky heroes squirm.”

The hero felt themselves fall, the chains making a clattering sound that rang in their ears, similar to how those words someone else had spoken a week prior rang.

“You,” they began, now eternally grateful for the bars. “Are villain. You’re villain.”

The prince bowed, never taking his eyes off the hero. “In the flesh. And crown.” He smirked at that.

“But-” the hero felt at a loss for everything. At least now the accusation somewhat made sense. “But why? Your kingdom, why terrorize it?”

“You know nothing, pesky little hero.”

The hero heard the creaking door, and suddenly realized bars didn’t do much when the heir to the throne was involved.

Still, through the fear and confusion, the hero found their legs and stood, looking the prince in his eyes. It was bravery, and they would die by that.

Or maybe it was stupidity, the odds were against them.

“The only time I have seen you this close,” the prince began, “is when I managed the upper hand against that wall.”

His steps were slow, his hands even slower. Fingers delicately lifted the hero’s chin, who still looked straight on.

“Do you remember that?” He asked in a whisper, using his thumb to trace over the hero’s bottom lip.

The hero wanted to back away, but the prince had somehow already walked them into a wall. This, to the hero, was exactly like the time the villain managed the upper hand.

“That was nothing like this.” The prince concluded, finally stepping away after disagreeing with the hero’s internal monologue.

As if looking at his handiwork, the prince let his eyes trail up and down the hero.

“Tell me, how does a baker who shakes when they’re scared turn into a skilled acrobatic hero?”

“I don’t owe you anything.” The hero insisted, having pretended their mask was on. “But you owe us, you owe your kingdom’s citizens everything you ever took, including their lives!”

The prince made a tsking sound. “Pesky little heroes thinking they know everything. I have bigger plans for this place, worth much more than a few measly lives.”

“They’re your people!”

He sighed. “Yes, they are, and they will thank me in the future. Well, not the villain, the prince. They will thank the villain in secret.”

The hero saw the crown behind the prince’s back shine. Why was he hiding it?

“What happens when when the villain makes another appearance? Everyone will know it isn’t me, I’m here.”

“I would actually enjoy your input.” The prince said, that same amused shine in his eye. “See, I say you escaped and ban anyone from coming down here, barring me, of course.”

The hero’s horrified face made the prince chuckle.

“Or I have everyone forget. Some baker who disappears regularly, no real roots, no family, no friends, just customers and neighbors. No one will remember you, no one but me. Who cares if one falsely accused baker wastes away? Everyone will move on.”

“And those neighbors and customers?” The hero countered, a sliver of hope still alight in them.

“I suppose you wouldn’t know, but it is surprisingly simple to pay off someone.”

The shaking came back.

“So,” The prince started, eyes watching the small trembles from the baker. “Which will it be? Have everyone forget, or live the rest of your life as a villain?”

“No.” The hero whispered. “Why abuse your power like this?”

The prince was closer to the hero, closer than they liked.

“I suppose if there was a crown on your head, you would find a way to make everything fair, no need for violence, no need to burn something anew.”

Closer still.

“But I will let you in on a secret.”

He was on the hero now, pinning them to the wall with such force the hero felt their fighting reflexes kick in. It didn’t much good though, as the prince slammed the hero against the wall again the minute they moved.

“Until the old man keels over,” The words were whispered into the hero’s ear. “this is all the power I have. This is what I can do.”

“You can hurt people?” The hero whispered back. “Threaten them, kill them?”

The prince stared in shock. “Do you think I’m going to kill you?” He laughed. “Did you not hear any of what I said?”

One hand moved to the hero’s cheek. “No.” He muttered. “No, hero, I won’t be killing you.”

Something heavy fell onto the hero’s head.

“It suits you I think.” The prince spoke, not moving his hand from the hero’s face. “What a pretty royal you would make.”

The crown.

“Is it strange I felt gratified when you addressed me by my formal title?” The prince continued, this time cupping the hero’s other cheek, effectively caging in their face.

“I think you should say it more often. Who knows? After you end up alone, one way or another, you may work your way up the ranks, perhaps even bake for the palace. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“I could get you a better room, if you behave, there are probably a great many things I could do for you.”

This method, this taunting, infuriated the hero, who wanted more than anything to look away, but the prince didn’t seem keen on letting that happen.

“Pesky heroes don’t deserve nice things.” His voice dropped. “But I would make an exception for you.”

“I hate you.” The hero’s voice was just as low as the prince’s.

The prince’s shoulders tensed, but he just shrugged. “Part of the job.”

Finally, after what felt like eternity, the prince’s hands dropped, and the hero was free to lunge at them.

“Oh.” The prince sidestepped. “Pesky might be the wrong word. Feisty, maybe?”

“Keep the crown.” The prince said, slowly closing the creaking door.

Feeling their throat close, the hero finally managed to squeak it out. “And my bakery! What will happen to it?”

“That all depends on you, little hero.”

The prince bowed, and turned.

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A quick note: Once upon a time I saw something that said “what if the villain was royalty”. I don’t remember where I saw it or who said it, but if you are that person, please let me know so I can credit you!!

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[violetnotez]

let's have more bois with pregnant s/os! 😂😂😂 Tamaki,Mirio,and Shinsou their reactions to finding out their gonna be daddies ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Omg yes anon, these boys would have the cutest reactions to finding out they got their s/o knocked up ❤️

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Hc: Pregnant S/O

Pairing: Tamaki x reader, Mirio x reader, Shinsou x reader

Also, I realized I should specify the ages of all the characters! Everyone will be aged up to like around 20-21 ☺️

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Tamaki

Tamaki has just finished patrolling for the day when he got a strange message from you, asking him to pick up some things from the market

That wasn’t particularly unusual, you would occasionally ask him to do so after work if he wasn’t too tired

But it seemed like you were trying to message someone else and not him-your message had asked “her” to grab “a lot of disposable cups”

You had also sent an image...Tamaki’s curiosity was too strong, his fingers clicking on the picuture instantly

His eyes gazed at the list, instantly recognizing the handwriting as your own. The list only had a few items, such as milk, flour, choclate...but then, at the very end, you had wrote something that truly threw his mind of out control

You wanted whoever you were texting to buy pregnancy tests

His anxiety instantly went through the roof-pregnany?! You thought you were pregnant?!? How long had you been thinking this?!? We’re you okay?!? Who was even with you getting you this stuff?!

He began to take a few deep breaths and focus his attention to calming his heart rate-something he had been practicing in order to control his anxiety

There had to be a simple explanation-maybe you were just helping a friend...maybe they were for Neijire and not for you...you had said she was going to be visiting you today

But then-you had mentioned your period was uncharacteristically late since it hadn’t came yet...and you two had been active recently-crap he needed to get home right now

Tamaki is usually a very cautious driver, but today, he was borderline speeding

He was just too wrapped up in his thoughts, trying to convince himself that it was all a misunderstanding, that you weren’t pregnant and it was just his anxiety making situations seem worse than what they were

He was itching to call you, but he was afraid of the answer you would give him-what if you did truly think your were pregnant?

he didn’t want to work himself up so badly that he wasn’t even able to drive-

no, he was going to wait to talk to you in person, that was the best thing to do

He came into the driveway, parking his car quickly, his duffel bag with his change of clothes and personal belongings long forgotten in the trunk

As he was walking up to the front steps, his mind racing, he heard none other than Neijri greet him from behind

“Oh Tamaki-san, your home from work quiet early! Slow day out there?” She chirped a little too cheerfully

Tamaki noticed the plastic bag in her hand, making him gulp-oh no, it had to be for you then

Neijire stood in front of him awkwardly, not knowing what to do

“It’s wonderful to see you, but um, Y/n-san is going through some things right now...she asked me to help her while you were out patrolling-she didn’t want to worry you prematurely...”

Neijire gave him a reassuring smile, handing him the bag

Poor Tamaki was shaking, his head hanging low-was it all true then? We’re you really thinking you were pregnant?

“Y/n-san will explain everything, but whatever happens-I hope you both are happy!” She grinned, giving Tamaki a quick hug and a cheerful goodbye as she jogged to her own car

Tamaki shakily opened the front door, too terrified to look in the bag

You came bounding down the hallway, your hair tied back loosely

“Neijire, I can’t thank you enough for- Tamaki!” You gasped slightly, not expecting to see him in front of you

You instantly ran to him, noticing how pale he looked-he honestly looked like he would pass out

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You asked, your voice full of concern as you took the bag gingerly from his hands, sitting him on the couch

“Is it true?” He asked quietly, his voice timid, “that-that you think your-“

You sighed, taking his hand in yours. You had realized too late that you had sent the message accidentally to him, too terrified of his reaction to call him after the mistake

“Well, yes, I think I might be-be pregnant...but I don’t know for sure...theres really only one way to find out.” You gave him a small smile, trying to be reassuring

you were freaking out on the inside, but after seeing Tamaki look so terrified, you knew you had to be the one who was strong for the both of you

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” you apologized, your hand finding his, “ I didn’t mean to hide this from you, I just didn’t want to worry you unless I knew for sure,”

“I-It’s alright, I want to be here for you when you find out...I-it is potentially our child after all” he said quietly, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin of your hand

You gave him a quick kiss, smiling reassuringly as you let go of his hand, taking the bag Neijiri had gotten for you

“Well-lets go find out, shall we?”

Tamaki had waited outside the door as you went to the bathroom, coming in once you went to check the test

You were honestly too scared at that point to see, so you had asked him if he was up for checking it for you

He was terrified as well, but as he was waiting, he began to think about the situation-he wouldn’t mind having a child with you, he knew one day he wanted to settle down with you and make you his for the rest of his life

This would just be a step towards that, right? He loved you with all his heart, and couldn’t think of anybody else having a child with-apart of him was hoping for it to be positive, wanting nothing more to be a father to the life you two had potentially created

His hands were shaking as he took the test in his hands, seeing that there was two little lines, meaning you were, in fact, pregnant

Poor Tamaki’s emotions finally released, tears streaming down his face quietly as he hugged you close-you were so confused, but apart of you already knew the truth

You were now crying as well, both of you complete messes as you asked him repeatedly what the test said through hiccups

He just knelt down, kissing your stomach as his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you close

Mirio

It was a pretty normal day for Mirio-he got up, did his usual work out routine, and then got himself ready to go on a date with you later on in the day

You two had decided to go get lunch at a quiet little cafe not to far from both of your apartments-you had also told him you had something “important” to tell him, which also kinda got him excited to here your news

He was hoping it was something positive, because when you had told him this over the phone the night before, you sounded pretty nervous, but wouldn’t reveal any other details

He drove into the parking lot of the cafe, instantly recognizing your car in the parking lot, making him smile

He found you at your favorite booth, looking down at your phone, until you looked up and smiled as you saw him walking over

He loved your smile, it was always so bright and beautiful-but something about it was different today...you almost looked nervous

He doesn’t pay too much attention to it, you did say you had news for him after all, maybe you just had some jitters

“Hey, sunshine, how are you?” He asks cheerfully, bringing you into a tight hug

“Well that’s strange,” he thought-you usually always squeezed him super tight, but today you almost kept him at a distance, like it hurt to hug him

He pulled away, staring at your face in worry-“You doing alright, babe?”

You shrugged off his worry quickly, not wanting to bring attention to it-“Oh it’s nothing, just-well, my chest has been a little tender but it’s fine,”

He knew something more was wrong, but as much as he wanted you to say what it was, he knew you’d tell him in your own time

The rest of the date went as your dates usually always went, you both talking happily about your lives with Mirio making you laugh occasionally

He did notice some things were different about you-you seemed to be really cautious of what you ate, asking if anything had caffeine or excess salt in the food. Your face, even when you laughed, was always somehow knitted with nervousness

He also noticed that your chest had been looking a little larger-he didn’t mind at all, he loved your body no matter what it looked like, it was just-strange to him. You also would sometimes rub your hands on your stomach below the counter, thinking he wouldn’t be able to see

It was all so peculiar to him-it made him really wonder what was going on that was making you act so differently

He reached his hand across the table, placing his larger hand in yours

“So-what exactly did you want to tell me?” He gave you a bright, reassuring smile, his heart aching slightly when you looked down at your lap

You looked so scared-were you okay? He started to get nervous himself-maybe something terrible had happened, like you were sick, or hurt

He just wanted you to tell him-whatever was going on, you would get through it together

He gave you a reassuring squeeze on your hand-“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked quietly, that bright smile still on his lips “Nothing you say is going to make me judge you or turn away from you-you can always trust me.”

He watched you take a deep breath, your ribs rattling slightly from the nerves

“Mirio-I-I...” you stuttered, “I’m pregnant-with your baby.”

Well SHIT HE DIDNT EXPECT THAT-

He may or may not have yelled out “Pregnant?!?” A little too loudly-he just wasn’t expecting that

After you shushed him to be a little more quiet, he lowered his voice some

“Whoa-pregnany-are-are you sure?”

You played with your fingers, the nerves still set in your system, “Yes, I-I has a feeling... some I may or may not have taken a whole box of tests a few days ago. And-and they all came back positive.”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you, I just didn’t know how or when or where- it was just so sudden.”

“I know we didn’t talk much about starting a family, Mirio, but,” you asked timidly, his hands still in yours, “what do you think about it?”

Mirio sat quietly for a few moments-he knew this was a huge thing, bringing in a child into this world. It was true you two hadnt talked a lot about starting a family, it wasn’t on either of your minds since you two were so young. But, he loved you too much to walk away from you and his child-it would be completely wrong for him to do so. He didn’t want to either-he loved you and this child you two had created.

His rough thumb brushed the skin of your hand, the sensation soothing to your nerves

“It’s all your decision y/n, but I love you-and this child we created. I’m would be excited to be a father!”

Shinsou

Also I’m tired and I’m pretty sure I spelt him name wrong THE ENTIRE TIME IM SORRY

You were wrapped up in Shinso’s body, your legs intertwining with his

His body was warm and comforting, his heart beating strong in his chest

You felt yourself beginning to wake up, soft sunlight flitting through the curtains of the room

It didn’t help either that your leg and inner thighs were killing you-you and Shinso were active quite a lot, but last night had seemed to really become a toll on your body

You groaned, snuggling yourself closer to him-he was so comfortable and gentle when he was sleeping

Shinsou seemed to had woken up slightly too, his hands petting your bed tossled hair

“You doing alright doll?” He asked huskily, he voiced still sounding sleepy

“Yeah,” you sighed, snuggling closer to him, “just-sore.”

“Aww you poor thing-but I didn’t here you complaining last night though,”He chuckled, placing a kiss on top of your head

You pushed yourself up, making yourself able to look into his lavender eyes as you laid your head on his bare chest

“Well I didn’t say that,” you said, giving him a cheeky smirk- “Just you gotta be a little gentle-I still need to be able to walk the next day,”

“Wheres the fun in that, kitten? You look so pretty when your a mess under me...”

Your cheecks instantly turned a beet red, a small smile tugging at your lips

Even though Shinso was making you a blushing mess, you instantly felt an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, something you had been experiencing for a few weeks now

A burning sensation began to fill your throat, and to your horror, you felt yourself want to throw up

Shinso noticed your face pale as it turned from adorably embarrassed to terrfied

“Are you-“ he barely got out until you leaped off his body, stumbling to the bathroom

You barely got near the toilet before you began to empty the contents of your stomach into it

Shinso quickly followed you in, throwing on a pair of his boxers he had left on the floor from last night

His heart hurt hearing you sound so sick, your back heaving into the toilet-he softly grabbed your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your back

He was just so confused-you had seemed fine...you didn’t show any signs of being sick yesterday or last night-so why were you suddenly just throwing up like there was no tomorrow?

You finally had finished, laying your forehead on the cold seat

“What’s wrong doll-you okay?” He asked softly, brushing your hair with his fingers

You nodded numbly, feeling dehydrated and exhausted

“This has been happening-kinda a lot...” you croaked out, trying to clear the parch areas in your throat

Shinso stopped you from talking anymore, worried you would hurt yourself and went to go get you some water

He came back with a blanket and a bottle of water, you drinking in small sips as you sat on the blanket

“So-this is happening a lot, right?” He asked, watching to make sure the color came back to your face, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You nodded your head numbly- “I-I was scared to tell you...because-well-“ you sighed nervously, looking down at the floor-“I also missed my period last week.”

It took Shinso to let that information set in-you missed your period? Why the hell would that matter? But then he began to connect the dots...you two had sex quite a lot....you were having morning sickness...you didn’t get your period-oh shit

He states it very bluntly, but stutters slightly over his words-“Your-your pregnant?”

“I-I don’t know for sure Shinso...but I have a feeling, just everything adds up to that,”

He’ll curse under his breath, sitting for a second in silence-that was such a huge piece of information for him to process

A baby was a big deal-you two were bringing in a new life into this world...he would be lying if he didn’t say he was terrified. It wasn’t under the best timing, you two never discussed having a child so soon...but he loved you. It was as much his baby as it was yours, and he would never just walk out of yours and his potential child’s life just because he was too scared.

He would do anything for you-that included welcoming this new child into the world with you

“Okay, I believe you y/n,” he’ll finally say, his bright purple eyes boaring into yours, “we’re having a baby. Let’s figure this out together, alright, kitten?”

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HOLY CRAP THIS TOOK FOREVER SORRY

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[cassette-taps]

i met the angel of death three times that year.

somehow, i remember the first the most clearly. it was a thursday, late at night. 10pm i think maybe 11. i was tired, i was stress-baking, and i had run out of flour. i made my way to the store, leaving behind my cane, promising myself it would be a short trip. and in fairness, it was. about 3 feet from my door, i slipped and fell, hitting my head hard on the concrete. and then. darkness. warmth. quiet and a suspicious lack of pain.

opening my eyes i found myself in a small grey room, with no clear entrances or exits, but open to the sky. shafts of early morning light danced around me as i pulled myself off the ground, and into a chair. a chair, that quickly morphed into a couch before i could finish thinking that i wanted to lay down. a couch set across from a chair, soft and grey as the rest of the room. in the chair, a person.

even this first time, the clearest time, i cannot conceive of them. at first, a cowled figure, then a crow's beak poking from the hood as they settled to address me, a slim dark hand brushing curls from their face. curls that morphed into bees flying from their now hive shaped form. and on and on it went.

they cleared their throat. smiled, i think. and spoke. "hello. im death. you have a decision to make." their voice. their voice was rich and singing, full of love, and yet. distant. an echo cut off from its set. but they continued. "you are very near death my friend. you will soon have to chose."

i. i had figured that something strange was happening. but i thought maybe. hallucinations? i remembered pain and bright lights, maybe some pain killer was making my dreams more exciting than normal? but no. pain meds never affected me this way. and. there was something incredibly ancient and ephemeral about this place, this person. so. i took a breath and asked to live. they smiled at me again, pressed a clawed hand to my face, and i was in a hospital bed.

the months following were hard, as they tend to be after head trauma but even as my life and vision stabilized, i couldn't forget that. vision, that figure that called themself death, the room and the morning light.

i cast it from my mind- i had to heal, and to work and to visit my friends. until of course, i was walking home, crossing an empty street, and headlights from out of nowhere bore down on me.

i woke in the same room, a small sapling growing in the center that i hadn't seen before.

before they could speak, i stood up and paused for a moment shocked by the ease and grace of the movement, and turned to pace.

"why do i have to chose? and what choices even are there? im not gonna just chose to die, i left that part of my life. i got out. why do i have to keep chosing? i just want to rest," i spoke without fully realizing it. i slumped back down into the couch and stared at the figure, who while not having a face at that moment did look, curious. their form shifted giving them a mouth and they hummed for a moment.

"its a choice to stay or go. but its not just death. you could go to live, go to die or simply stay here and rest. your body will die but you will remain in these places."

"and do, what, nap until im ready to actually die?"

a shake of their head that sent leaves spinning across my vision, "no. you would join me. us i suppose. you would ask others to choose, and help those without a choice left move on." i opened my mouth to speak, to ask more but they cut me off, "our time is short today, choose, please."

and so i woke up. i made it through without many injuries, though my cane was upgraded to a walker, and when i went back to work, my boss with tears in her eyes told me i had been fired. they provided me with enough to live until i could find a new job, but i didnt really look. my friends came by again and again, and i took up gardening. my brother came to live with me, and before long it was summer. i rarely left the house except to tend to my plants and try to draw the room that haunted my every step. summer passed into fall, and with every leaf i caught, i thought of them. their voice. somehow, i didn't seek them out. i hadn't lied, that part of my life was gone and i would keep it gone. but i wondered. i wondered of the warmth, and stillness of that place.

and then, i broke my leg. badly. i feel, and a shard of bone severed my artery. i was in the room, and i could feel how little time i had.

" what is it like to stay." i barked out the question before i had fully opened my eyes.

"you will be part of a greater whole. you will never be alone or cold or in pain. you will comfort those around you."

"can i leave?"

"whenever you want, but you cannot return from death if you go."

my mind was full to bursting. i did not want die. i did not want to abandon my life. but. the warmth. their voice. the echoes i could hear missing- the living proof of more than the one. but still. my brother. my friends. a job offer. a piece of legislation to better care for me as i healed.

"let me live," and as they moved to send me back, i grabbed their hand. "but ill see you and stay, i promise."

warmth. light. my brother's face so relieved to see me awake.

many, many, many years of life and i never saw them. i was strong. i survived.

and then. i was returned.

the sapling was giant and towered above the parlor that was prepared for me. they sat, with their face turned to the light through the many leaves, and extended a hand. i took it and i was a leave and a grain of sand and star exploding and a shrimp and a sea bird and the beginning and end of time.

i am warm. i am clothed in grey. i am never alone.

#not exactly #poetry #but still my writing so ill tag it that way #ne-ways #i will take very nice concrit in replies if you want

[wannawritefast]

Whiplash: Ch. 4- Pretending

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the love on the last part! I totally didnt realize there was no title or link to the previous part. I distinctly remember doing that... maybe Tumblr had a goof... Just a heads up that a fixed it and all that jazz. 

Pt. 3

Pairing: Gwilym Lee! Brian Lee x Reader

Donna left the end of that weekend grateful to have spent time with her sister. And you felt equally as grateful to have gotten some bonding time before the holidays rolled around.

You and Brian continued your charade until before long it was time to leave for your family’s house. There was a plethora of Christmases where you didn’t want to go back home for the holidays or even want to celebrate the ‘happiest time of the year’ at all. But this Christmas… this one took the fruitcake.

The night before you left you didn’t get a wink of sleep. You often chalked it up to the fact that your cat was not present (having been put in a kennel earlier that day) and the subsequent lack of him in your bed. But you knew deep down that it was because, this time, you would be coming home with a boyfriend. A fake one.

That seemed to scare you more than you thought it should. If they didn’t believe you or if they found out, you would NEVER be able to live it down. And then there was Brian.

He was too kind and sweet and caring and goofy to you. He treated you better than you deserved. Sometimes you didn’t think it was real. Brian was your best friend and you knew that you could always depend on him. If anything ever happened to jeopardize that, you didn’t know what you’d do.

The two of you left in the mid-morning on the 21st, Brian picking you up and getting breakfast along the way. It took a few hours but you got to your parents’ house by mid-afternoon. Even though you jammed to cassettes the whole way there, your nerves still wracked your body.

7 days at your parents’ house in the English country and 7 days at his. Two weeks. You could do two weeks.

Finally the two of you arrived at your family’s big country house, pulling up in front of the large property. Brian put the car in park and turned off the engine. He reached to unbuckle his seatbelt in the now silent car but you grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Brian, we don’t have to do this,” you looked him right in the eye.

He coughed out a chuckle. “What?”

“We can turn around right now. I can just say I got sick,” you reached to turn the ignition but he shooed your hands away.

“We’ve come this far and you want to turn around?” Brian questioned. You nodded emphatically. “Oh, come on now. I’m ready and you’re ready.”

“No, Brian,” you let out a panicked breath. This was such a bad idea. You should have just been honest with them from the beginning. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“We’re basically at the front door,” he turned in his seat. “We can’t go back now.”

“Watch me,” you reached for the ignition again.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Brian grabbed your hand and held it. “We’re here. It’s going to be alright.”

You looked out the windows nervously for any sign that your parents or siblings had seen you arrive. “How can you be so sure?”

“I’m not.” Brian fiddled with your fingers and kissed the back of your hand, stirring up butterflies again. “But there’s only one way to find out.”

And with that, he unbuckled his seatbelt, opened his car door and went straight to the trunk, making sure that his keys were in his pocket. You jumped out after him. He was smart. Leaving the vehicle before you could object further… 

He opened the latch and was beginning to take out the luggage. “Brian, I mean it. We can still leave. No one’s seen-”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” His green-eyed gaze was fixed on the front door.

“Y/N’S HOME!!”

“Y/N’S HOME!!” Donna exclaimed, throwing the door open. Her voice echoed down the driveway. She was clad in a Christmas jumper that your mum had made for you, your brother, and your sister a few years back. Mum always insisted that you wear it for at least one day when you visited. As per her request, it was folded neatly at the bottom of your luggage.

“It’s too late,” you whispered to yourself. “If we regret this, it’s not my fault.”

“We’ll be okay,” Brian put an arm around you and you leaned lazily into the hug.

“Y/n! My baby!” That was mum. Although your mum was loud at times, you loved her a lot. Your mother hustled from the front door clad in a loudly patterned apron, which itself was covered in flour and sugar. 

“This doesn’t seem too bad,” he mused to you.

You looked at him from the side of your eyes. “Oh, just you wait.”

You took Brian’s hand and moved to meet them in the middle. Your sister practically jumped on you and knocked you over when she gave you a hug; the two of you tumbled as you hit the ground in a burst of laughter. Brian and your mother both rushed to help the two of you up.

“Hey, Brian,” Donna gave him a friendly hug. “So did she drive you crazy on the way here?”

“Absolutely bonkers.” He teased. You scoffed and bumped him with your shoulder.

“Hi, mum.” You moved to embrace your mother and she pulled you into a bone crushing hug. She held you at arms length. 

“I missed you so much.” She gushed. Her fingers moved to hold your face. You couldn’t help your smile. 

“It’s only been like a month and a half.” You laughed at her emotions.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t miss my daughter!” Your mother exclaimed. “Of course your father misses you too! I tried to get him to take work off today to come greet you two but you know him!” Unfortunately, you did. She rubbed your arms soothingly, turning her attention to Brian. “Now... introduce me to this strapping young man!”

You rolled your eyes but, deep down, it was your stomach that was really rolling. “Mum, this is Brian, my boyfriend.” That word still felt weird.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Brian,” she said as he extended his hand for her to shake. Your mother brushed his hand aside and pulled him into a tight sweet hug. Brian took it with a chuckle. “You don’t need to be formal with me. If you’re good enough for Y/n, you’re more than good enough for me.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n,” he replied politely. Brian put an arm around your shoulders for emphasis. You wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Please, call me ‘Y/m/n.’” She froze all of a sudden. “Wait a second… is this the Brian from university?!” Your mum turned to you.

“Yes,” you smiled at your mom, “that’s where we met.”

“Oh my heavens! I remember you talking about Brian!” Your mother excitedly recalled. Uh-oh… 

You laughed nervously and feigned forgetfulness. “What? I don’t think I remember-”

“I do!” She insisted. “You were her best friend.”

“I’d like to think I still am,” Brian replied. “I’m honestly surprised she didn’t run for the hills the moment I opened my mouth.”

Your mother chuckled, “Nonsense! I can see why she said you were so charming. And I remember one time she called me and said that she thought she fancied-”

“OKAY MUM!” Donna cut her off. Brian gave you and her a confused look. Thank God for Donna… “Don’t we have something in the oven?”

“Oh, good heavens! You’re right! Donna will show you to your room.” She turned and ran back inside. “JAMES!” She screeched. “HELP YOUR SISTERS AND BRIAN WITH THE LUGGAGE!”

There was grumbling from inside the house and you steeled yourself for the arrival of your brother. You turned to face Brian quickly as the two of you went back to the car to grab your bags. “I apologize in advance for anything that he says.”

“I can handle it.” He assured you. “I’ve already heard snippets of his typical vocabulary. I’ll be okay.”

As if on cue your brother materialized in the doorway looking classy as ever in an old pair of denim trousers and a stained t-shirt. He tiredly hobbled over, giving Brian a strange look as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You must be Brian,” James grumbled out. He looked him up and down suspiciously. “I see my sisters weren’t lying about you.”

“I am very much real. Were you expecting a bloke that looked like me? Perhaps less poodle-ish,” Brian called out, trying to lighten the mood up a little bit as he pulled another suitcase from the trunk.

Your brother hummed, unsatisfied, and finally looked at you. “You brought him.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t lying,” you said, cocking your head up proudly.

James hummed again, eyeing your, unbeknownst to him, fake boyfriend. Brian leaned against the car, having unloaded the last of the luggage, nodding a greeting at your brother.

“We’re definitely dating,” you urged. You stood next to Brian and he kissed the side of your head, while you stared down James.

James hummed a third time, oddly quiet. He glanced between you and Brian as if trying to see through the ruse. You were getting nervous.

“Yeah,” your brother stared right through you, “we’ll see about that.”

You, Brian, and Donna fidgeted nervously, not quite sure how to respond to what he said.

You cleared your throat and attempted to diffuse the tension. “Is this any way to greet your sister?”

He gave you a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes and a half-assed hug. Ah, yes, the depth of your brother’s affection… 

Brian and James went to work grabbing the luggage wordlessly. You grabbed one of your bags and walked arm-in-arm with Donna. The two of you shared a look as you went inside and up the stairs.

“Here you go, lovebirds.” James half-tossed the luggage into his old room. 

So this was where your mum had placed the two of you… It was the quietest and most isolated room in the house. Sitting above the garage, in the corner of the second floor, it was hard to disturb anyone with noise especially since the other two rooms on the floor were a decent distance away.

You wouldn’t have minded the space so much if the bed wasn’t a full-size and Bri wasn’t such a tall man.

“Are…” you started, “we sharing?” You hadn’t prepared for this. You couldn't even look at Brian. 

You hadn’t counted on this being a part of the deal. And, of course, neither had Brian. God… you should have asked! At the very least to prepare yourself… To prepare Brian. You felt a pit forming in your belly. 

“Yep,” he responded. “Mum figured the two of you would want to stay in the same area during your stay.”

“She and dad were okay with that?”

James leaned against the doorway. Donna stood behind him sheepishly. She had left that part out conveniently during the phone calls. “Mum was insistent. Dad put up more of a fight. They agreed though eventually.”

You looked at him with your mouth ajar, much like a fish. “Oh.”

“Is that going to be an issue?” James looked you and your fake boyfriend in the eye, a challenge.

Brian jumped to action. “Not at all. Thank you, James.”

He gave a tight-lipped smile and walked away with his arms crossed. You waited to hear his footsteps go down the creaky stairs before tearing into Donna.

She lowered her voice with her arms outstretched in front of her. “Before you yell at me, I didn’t know how to tell you. There are ears everywhere.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You couldn't have mentioned that? Like at all?”

“I’m sorry!” She whisper-yelled. “What would you have wanted me to do? Say that the two of you shouldn’t share a room? It’ll be easier to communicate with the both of you in the same space. Could you imagine being separate for a week while you try to pull this off?”

You supposed she was right. “No, no. You’re right.” You took a deep breath and changed your tone of voice so the rest of the house could hear you. “Thank you, Donna. I think we’re going to nap.”

She matched your tone. “Of course! I’ll let the two of you get settled in!” You mouthed a ‘thank you’ at her before she closed the door behind her and skipped away.

And then there were two.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, Br- What are you doing?”

Brian was setting up his luggage next to the loveseat in the room and had found the spare blankets from the closet. He was making a bed on the couch. If he thought he was taking the couch, you’d be damned.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“It looks like you’re making my bed, how kind of you! But really I’m the host so I must insist that you leave your accommodations to me, Mr. May.” You grabbed the spare pillow out of his hand and kicked his bag toward the bed. You began lugging your bag close to the couch. Brian stuck his foot out and stopped the bag.

“‘Your’ bed? I’m taking the couch.” He gently grabbed your bag and chucked it onto the bed. Your jaw dropped.

“No, Brian. I’m taking the couch. You’re too tall for it.” It was true. You could fit the couch much more comfortably than he could.

“Ah, but you see, as your boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes goodnaturedly, “I must be chivalrous and relinquish the bed to my beloved.”

“You’re being an ungrateful guest,” you countered.

He winced. “Low blow.”

“I’m not above it.” Brian snatched the pillow back and began rubbing his hair on it. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Staking my claim,” he answered, matter-of-factly. His hair was a static-y mess. As if to prove his point he tossed his body haphazardly onto the couch and sprawled out, limbs and all. “This is mine.”

“You act like you laying on top of something is going to deter me in any way.” You laughed at his logic. “Being on the couch does not mean it is suddenly uninhabitable.”

“It does.” He pointedly stretched his limbs out more. “Watch me.”

“This argument is going nowhere.”

“I agree. Which is why you should just let me take the couch.”

“What if we-”

A knock on the door sounded. Brian shot up and the two of you tossed the blankets and pillow haphazardly on the bed. You answered the door with Brian hovered closely behind you.

James. He had a smirk on his face. How much of the conversation had he heard?

“Yes?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know if I mentioned it or not but I thought I’d be thorough and tell you that this room gets rather cold in the winters. The garage isn’t insulated and neither are the walls that this room shares with it.”

“Oh, really?”

“I mean, you’re already sharing a bed so that’ll help but you might want to grab some extra blankets on top of that. Perhaps a second bed’s worth.” He peeked in to see the mound of blankets on the bed. “But it looks like the two of you have already figured that out.”

You chuckled dryly. “Yep. Thanks for the pointer.”

James hummed a laugh. “Anytime.” And like the asshole he was he sauntered away humming a Bob Dylan song. You pushed the door closed and rested your forehead on it.

“We could switch nights?” You offered. Brian knew you better than that; of all the sensations that you hated (fatigue, hunger, headache, etc.) being cold was what you loathed the most.

“Or we could just share the bed like they suspect us to…” He suggested. You looked at him. He didn’t seem to be pulling your leg.

“You wouldn’t be uncomfortable with that?” Your fingers picked at the ends of your hair.

Brian had his hands on his hips. “Not at all. Unless you would be.”

You looked him in the eye and then to the floor, your arms crossed. “I’m fine with it.”

“I guess we’ll share it then,” he affirmed.

“Yep.” You popped the ‘p.’

The two of you looked at the surrounding room and its four walls. The couch. The bed. The windows. Anywhere but each other. This was real. All the time you had pretended to be dating before you got to your parents house suddenly felt like dress rehearsals. This. This was real. And things were different.

This was showtime.

“Well, then,” Brian filled the silence. “Now that it’s settled why don’t we set up the room? We did tell them we were taking a nap. We can get settled a little bit.” 

You nodded.

“I’ll do the bed if you do the closet?”

You nodded wordlessly again and took a deep breath before kicking off your shoes and opening the closet. You heard Brian take off his coat and toss it onto the couch. You set yours on top of his and reminded yourself to put in the coat closet downstairs by the front door.

As promised you began hanging some of your items and with Brian’s permission began helping him with his. The bathroom that was conjoined to the room soon had your various shampoo, tooth brushes, and regular hair brushes strewn across the counter top and among the shelves in the shower.

Amongst the thoughts of how absolutely spoiled rotten James had been up here while you and your sister had to share a smaller room was another more alarming notion. As you put yours and Brian’s shoes down on the floor of the closet and split the drawers between the two of you your mind drifted to the small part of it that realized how naturally it looked, how naturally it felt to have the items in the same space. To have Brian’s giant shoes next to yours. To have his various hair brushes that resembled Medieval torture devices right next to your own weapons of choice. To dance and bustle about a small space in a rhythm so natural that an onlooker would swear it was rehearsed.

“You’ve been awfully pensive,” Brian snapped you out of your stupor as you pulled a dress of yours onto a hangar and set it on your side of the closet trying to move in such a way that maybe you’d forget your hands were shaking and maybe Brian wouldn’t notice your hands shaking. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I…” you took a breath. You didn’t really know what to say. Instead you just turned and let yourself fall onto the couch back first and stared up at the blank ceiling. “This is really happening.”

“Hey.” Brian appeared into view as we walked to you and looked down. “Are you alright?”

You finally made eye contact with Brian and shook your head. Trying to will your tears back into your ducts with the help of good old-fashioned gravity you stared back up at the ceiling again.

Brian rushed to crouch at your side. “Woah, woah, woah. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You turned to face him and sat up so that he could sit next to you on the couch. “No, it wasn’t you. I’m just overwhelmed. I still can’t believe I’m in this mess. That my family sees so much of my value in my relationships and not me. That it went this far. That I actually care so much about what they think even though I shouldn’t. That I dragged you into this.”

Brian hummed in understanding and pulled you into a hug. “Well, first of all, you didn’t drag me into this. I body slammed myself into this. You didn’t even really need to ask me to help you; if anything I dragged you into this. Remember our little moment on the driveway?”

Yes… How infuriatingly encouraging he had been. How embarrassingly frantic you had behaved. He was right. Brian was unfailingly loyal to you. If he hadn’t backed down then, when you had offered him a way out.

“You know you’re earning your ‘poodle’ title more and more,” you commented.

Brian cocked his head. “How so?”

“Lanky, tall, high-maintenance-”

“Feeling the love. Thank you.”

“But still an excellent companion and unbelievably sweet.”

Brian gave you a soft smile and rubbed his arm up and down your back. “If I was a humbler person I might tell you to stop.”

“Oh I’m stopping,” you said, sniffling back your tears and exhaling the panic. “If your head gets any more full of hot air, your hair is going to start defying the laws of physics without any assistance.”

“Yeah, you’re feeling better,” Brian quipped, feigning offense.

“I’m sorry… which one of us brought more brushes and styling products?”

“I want to make a good first impression! I may be a fake boyfriend but I still want your family to like me.” He defended.

“You’ll be great! Aside from James, you’d have to do something really out of character to get them to not like you.”

“Not this ‘be yourself’ stuff again,” Brian complained and threw his head back to rest on the back of the couch.

“It’s true. They’ll love you!” You encouraged him.

Brian’s face took on that infamous cheeky expression. Uh-oh… “Is it because I’m… so charming?”

Your face flushed in remembrance of what your mother had almost let slip. You leaned forward and covered your face with your hand. “Why did I know you were going to bring that up?”

“Because you know me better than anyone else.” He replied, matter-of-factly. 

“I think your mum might contend with me on that, Bri,” you offered.

“And I knew you were going to say that.” Brian shrugged in consideration. “Fine. You and my mum know me better than anyone else.”

“Well,” you set your hand on his knee. A once platonic gesture, it felt different this time. You continued, hurrying your way through what you were going to say so that it wouldn’t be as awkward when you stopped touching, “since we know each other so well, I’d say we stock up on rest while we can.”

“You talk like we’re going to be running a marathon for the next week.”

“Trust me, Bri,” you responded, standing up and laying down comfortably on the bed. “You’re gonna need it.”

Brian looked at you in disbelief. “Oh please. I’ve dealt with concerts for years. How bad can it be?!”

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[nekojitachan]

Hi, I love your fic'❤️ and I wanted to know if you could write even a short one about what would happened if Riko didnt find Andrew and Neil in WDWG

Thank you! 💖 Okay, so I did my best to keep this as short as possible, just a glimpse of the boys’ life if Riko had never found them/if they were able to live on undisturbed, just the two of them.

Uhm, I think it’s pretty safe? Just the ongoing burying bodies joke....

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Neil had just sold the two tourists from New York a (very ugly) tea set and couple rare blends of tea (Jodi would be pleased) when Massey’s recommendation returned. Neil gave him a stern look to convey ‘not now’ while he waited on a regular, Mrs. Huang, taking the time to let her sniff the lu’an tea they had in stock to ensure that it was up to her high standards before he bagged the requested amount, chatting with her in Mandarin the entire time. It was only after she left (and he was certain that the store was empty) that Neil motioned the anxious man forward while he reached beneath the counter for the wrapped bundle he and Jodi had worked on earlier.

“It’s ready?”

“Yes.” Neil answered in French as he set the bundle on the counter, just out of reach, then slid his phone into view. “New passport, bank account, driver’s license, birth certificate, the works.”

The man, face haggard from stress and freshly bleached hair falling onto his forehead, gazed at the package as if it a holy grail of sorts. “Let me see the passport. Please,” he added, his voice hoarse with need.

Used to being asked such a question, Neil shrugged and unfolded the brown wrapping paper enough to slip free the passport (French) and flipped it open to prove to the man (no names had been exchanged, which he much preferred) that it would pass for authentic (he did excellent work). Some of the tension left the man’s stocky body upon seeing it, as did a quick glance at the other items in the wrapping paper; he pulled out his phone to transfer the agreed upon amount of money to the account number Jodi had given him last night.

Neil checked his phone to ensure the money had been deposited then slid the items across the counter. “Good luck,” he told the man, who snatched up his new life, nodded in acknowledgement, then fled the Jade Leaves tea store.

Neil dealt with a few more tourists (not his favorite thing) and a handful of regulars (which he much preferred, especially when they brought him snacks) by the time Jodi returned. “Bah, it’s raining,” she complained as she pushed back the hood of her jacket; fall in Montreal could be unpredictable, could be an extension of summer or an early taste of winter, and now it looked as if the warm spell was giving way to colder temperatures and rain.

“Be thankful it’s not snow,” he told his boss as he handed over a cup filled with oolong, which he brewed throughout the day for customers and staff (well, him and Jodi) alike.

“Hush, you,” she chided before she took a cautious sip. “Hmm, how was business?”

He held up his phone, and huffed when she gave a pleased smile in return; she’d noticed the money deposited in the account earlier, an account which would soon disappear after she transferred the funds elsewhere (some to Neil). “Steady. I managed to get rid of the awful tea set.”

“The one with the gibberish on it?” Jodi’s pale brown eyes went wide and she laughed with joy as she reached to pat Neil on the shoulder. “Ah, sending you here was the best favor Gabe ever did for me.”

“Hmm.” Neil had to agree; as Aidan’s senior year of high school had drawn to an end, they’d been uncertain as to what to do next. Stick around until Neil graduated? Have Aidan apply to university? Move on to a new set of identities? They’d made a home of sorts in Racine, but Neil worried about his father’s people catching up to them at some point and Aidan was tired of them pretending to be siblings.

It was during a check-in with Durand that the forger had brought up that his cousin in Montreal was looking for help: an assistant who could speak French and if not take part in forging documents, at least keep their mouth shut. Neil and Aidan had debated it for a few days, but in the end they trusted Durand (as much as they did anyone else), Montreal put them farther away from the remnants of Nathan’s gang, and they could start anew.

Instead of half-brothers, they were newlyweds.

(Neil barely managed to not freak out when Aidan told Durand to create a marriage license for them, saving it until they were alone in the car. Only to be stopped mid-rant when Aidan held up a ring and asked him ‘yes or no’.)

Neil kept his first name (he didn’t want to let go of it after keeping it for so long), while Aidan became Andrew once more. Neil and Andrew Keenan, two young fools in love who struck out on their own rather than be apart (or so most people assumed). Neil spent the last couple months before they left Racine learning Mandarin, and was now picking up Arabic as well. He sold tea in a small store in Chinatown, gossiped with the locals, learned from one of the best forgers in North America (Jodi Liu was every bit as good as her cousin), and very rarely had to use the gun hidden beneath the counter.

“I haven’t heard from Gabe or Massey, so we should be good for the night,” Jodi said as she checked her phone for messages. “Go home.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He ran back to the small breakroom in the back to fetch the container of pork dumplings Mrs. Dai had given him (she kept telling him he was too skinny) then was out the door after wishing Jodi ‘good night’. Despite the rain, he stopped at Tony’s food truck to get a couple cartons of noodles to complete dinner, laughing at the older man’s retelling of a small group of Americans trying to order with appalling French.

“I guess it was better than them trying in Mandarin,” Tony said as he handed Neil his takeaway.

“Andrew complains about the French thing all the time.”

“Yeah, I imagine he’d get it a lot, working in a pastry shop.”

Neil waved goodbye and, after making sure the food was safe in his waterproof messenger bag, jogged down the mostly deserted streets to where Andrew worked, right outside of Chinatown. The bakery was empty of customers, probably because of the rain and the time of day, but the mostly empty display cases indicated that they’d done a good business earlier.

Andrew arched an eyebrow at Neil’s arrival and popped the petit four he held in his hand into his mouth. Once it was chewed and swallowed, he stepped toward the doorway leading back into the kitchen area, covered with a cloth divider. “Naseem, some riffraff just blew into the shop. I’m going to take it home.”

“What?” Andrew’s coworker, a young man with a closely trimmed black beard and a white scarf tied over his short, curly black hair, poked his head through the curtains and smiled when he saw Neil. “Why do you put up with him?” he asked, just like he always did, while he brushed at the flour which dusted his face; he probably was working on some of the pastries for the next day.

Neil gave the same answer, as always. “He knows where the bodies are buried.”

“Ha, you kids and your jokes.” Naseem shook his head as he glanced around the empty shop. “Just lock up before you go.”

Andrew gave him a two-fingered salute then quickly set about clearing out the register and turning off the lights (it looked as if he’d already done a lot of the closing duties already), then grabbed a small box before he ushered Neil out the door, which he locked behind them.

He gave Neil a pointed look as he pulled an umbrella big enough for the both of them out of his own bag and opened it. “You trying to catch pneumonia?”

“I’m open to new experiences?” Neil smiled when he was given the ‘you’re an idiot’ look. “I got dinner.”

“I know, I can smell it.”

“Are you going to share dessert with me?”

“No.”

Neil smiled the entire way home, especially when Andrew hooked their pinkies together; they didn’t have far to go since they rented an apartment in a building which Jodi’s family owned. It had a balcony where they could sit together as they smoked cigarettes or drank something hot, a bathtub big enough for them both to soak in together, and a gas fireplace in the living room which Andrew spent half the winter in front of, along with the cats.

Aibee greeted them at the door, certain to make the deplorable state of her empty belly known, while Elbee sauntered in from their bedroom and flopped down at Andrew’s feet after he kicked off his boots. He sighed and bent down to give the orange tabby a gentle pet before he prodded him to stand up, while Aibee was quick to run into the kitchen once she realized that Neil was headed that way, her fluffy black tail straight up in the air.

Andrew caught the strap of Neil’s messenger bag, which brought him to a halt. “Go change into something dry,” he chided as he maneuvered the bag from Neil’s shoulder.

“Okay.” Neil leaned in for a lingering kiss then did as he’d been told, pulling his damp sweatshirt over his head along the way. It and his jeans were draped over the hamper, swapped out for a soft sweater (that was Andrew’s) and sweatpants. Once dressed, he went into the kitchen to find that his husband had divvied up the food onto two plates, which had been placed on the table, and was feeding the cats.

“Shut up and eat, you ingrates,” Andrew said as he set down their bowls, his deep voice mild and expression almost tender.

“I thought I was the ingrate,” Neil commented as he picked up his chopsticks.

“You’re the idiot ingrate,” Andrew clarified as he sat down, and sighed when Neil stuck out his tongue.

They concentrated on eating for a couple minutes before they (well, Neil) started talking about their day; Andrew nodded along as he went on about the tourists and the documents he’d created. As expected, Andrew complained a bit about the tourists who just had to try out their lousy French on him.

“Jodi send you your part of the job yet?”

Neil frowned as he pulled out his phone and checked the special account where the money from the forgeries went. “Yes, another twenty-five thousand.” He gave Andrew a curious look. “Do I need to route it somewhere?” They were careful with the remaining money his mother had stolen from his father, most of it still tied up in investments for another couple years but a nice amount available for use – especially after Neil had started working for Jodi.

Their biggest expense to date was Andrew’s brother Aaron; when he’d learned about his long-lost mother dying from an overdose and how she’d allowed his twin to become an addict, he and Neil had arranged it so that Aaron’s cousin, Nicky, was able to win custody of Aaron and that Tilda’s ‘life insurance’ was more than enough to support the two until Aaron graduated high school. A little bit more money, a few more pulled strings had gotten Aaron into a university in South Carolina, and Neil had thought that was that.

Or so he had thought.

Andrew got up to fetch the pastry box (along with two forks) and set it on the table, the top open to reveal that inside was some horrendous chocolate thing and a small fruit tart. “We both have vacation time leftover, I thought we could go somewhere warm toward the end of the year.”

Neil gazed at his husband for a moment before he narrowed his eyes. “You just want to get away from the snow for a while.”

Andrew shrugged as he set the tart on Neil’s plate. “You won’t have to listen to me complain about the cold for a couple weeks.”

“Hmm.” That had possibilities, Neil thought as he picked a blackberry from the tart and popped it into his mouth. “You didn’t happen to research ‘the top ten ice cream places in Bora Bora’ or something like that, did you?”

He was given a blank look in return.

“We never had a honeymoon,” or a real wedding, for that matter, “so I get some say in this.”

“No Exy,” Andrew declared as he stabbed his fork in the chocolate monstrosity.

No, no Exy, Neil thought with a wince. He’d soured a bit on the sport after the whole Edgar Allan scandal. “No burying bodies.”

“Again with that? It happened twice.”

“And twice is more than enough, considering the second time, someone was all ‘oh look, I’m bleeding sooo much, you have to do all the digging this time,” Neil said in a mocking voice.

For a moment, he thought he’d be the one bleeding (Andrew had only grown more impressive with those flat stares of his), until his husband clicked his tongue. “Fine, we’ll go somewhere with plenty of water so we can sink the bodies.”

“Huh.” Neil considered that as he had a bite of the fruit tart. “That’ll work.” Not that he wanted to have to sink bodies into the ocean, but… well, it was him and Andrew. Things just happened.

There was a very slight curl to Andrew’s full lips, which meant he was smug as hell at the moment. Neil narrowed his eyes, uncertain about what he’d just agreed to, then figured ‘what the hell’. It would work out in the end, it always did with Andrew.

*******

Forgive me for any liberties taken with Montreal.

The cats’ full names are Anklebiter and Lazybones. If you can’t guess, Andrew named them, and Neil shortened them.

I figured this is set a year or two after Andrew would have graduated. He may be taking online university classes (more as something to do), but Neil’s happy with being a forger (and damn good at it).

It’s like... trying to figure out what to write next. I’ve one or two prompts I want to get done, the next chapter of Casts a Shadow, wrap up the soulmate fic, and another part of Not in the Stars. Decisions, decisions....

#wdwg #wdwg fic #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #wdwg au #Anonymous

[dirt-cup-draco]

Fred x Reader - Break

Omg can I request baking with Fred Weasley? Sneaking into the kitchens at hogwarts on a night time with him and just baking. Fred being annoying (but cute) and eating the food before it’s ready. Having mini food fights. The whole shebang. Ps I love you and your stuff, it’s kept me going through my dark moments and I would like to say thank you. You helped me without even knowing or meaning to and you’re my angel x

A/N: I just want to say you are so amazing and strong and you pushed through your dark times with your own strength and I am proud of you but I am so happy that I have been able to make those moments easier on you or that I was able to help in some way, keep going strong sweet pea! xoxo Message me if you ever need anything! 

With the news of Sirius Black breaking out of Azkaban, everyone was on edge. Yet it didn’t seem as severe as the heavy feeling that the dementors brought as they patrolled the school grounds, their tattered cloaks hiding their gruesome appearance but not helping to remove the depressing air they spread with them. 

You had been especially withdrawn lately. Your surroundings affected your mood more than you wanted to admit but Fred was tuned into your emotions, even the slightest change and he knew. You hadn’t ever been in a relationship before where your significant other could notice such small differences in your demeanor. It was a challenge at first, you’d been unwilling to lean on Fred, worrying that he would grow tired of you.

Fred was stubborn though and had stuck by you, getting you to trust him to a point where you could confide in him without worrying that he would be bothered. Once you had reached that point you realized it took a weight off of your shoulders, sharing your burdens and stresses with Fred. He did the same and you both held each other up with no complaint. 

Today was a particularly hard day and Fred could tell by the way you sighed every so often, scribbling in your notebook just to break up the monotony of the day and the waves of your ever changing emotions. 

“Hello my sweet girl,” Fred said gently, kissing your cheek as you lifted your legs from their spot on the couch as he automatically slid underneath, hands hooking beneath your thighs as he tugged you closer. Tossing your notes to the side you wrapped your arms around his neck as you made yourself comfortable against him, face nuzzled against the junction of his shoulder and neck. 

“Hello my silly boy,” You said back, a small smile appearing if only for a moment. 

“You doing alright?” He asked, hand skating up and down your back in an easy rhythm that had your eyes feeling heavy as you let the pressure and stress of the day melt. 

“‘Course, Freddie,” You mumbled, your breath warm on his neck as you spoke. “I’ve just been so drained. I don’t have a reason to be upset really I”m just not feeling my best. Everything is so tense nowadays, I can’t go to class without students whispering about Black’s escape and how he is going to gut some kid or go after Harry. It’s hard to focus when there seems to be so much chaos everywhere. And quite honestly, I hate those dementors, they’re creepy,” 

Fred gave an exaggerated shiver. “I have to agree with you there love, they aren’t going to be winning any pageants or awards for hospitality and warmth any time soon.” You let out a giggle and Fred was proud of himself. “But hey, you’re safe here, we all are. You know Dumbledore won’t let anything happen to us.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, nodding your agreement. You trusted Dumbledore and the staff, your teachers were able and your headmaster was legendary. You couldn’t help but feel like darker times were ahead however and it had put you in a funk you couldn’t kick even if Fred’s words gave you comfort. 

Some time later, after falling in and out of a nap, Fred shook you, standing as he lifted you with him. Suddenly being in the air startled you and you squealed, clinging to your boyfriend. “Come on, I have an idea,” 

You groaned, “I don’t want detention again,” You whined as Fred carried you out of the common room. “But it doesn’t seem i have a choice,” You figured as Fred kept an arm steady underneath your knees, the other around your midsection as you kept your arms around his neck. 

“Have you no faith in me?” Fred teased, pinching your thigh lightheartedly. 

You laughed and rolled your eyes as he continued to walk. To say you were surprised when he let you go after arriving in the kitchens was accurate. You didn’t think there had been a single occasion in all your time together where he had whisked you away to the kitchens. You were surprised because it was empty at this time of night. Fred didn’t like empty, it meant there was no audience.

You gave him a quizzical look and he grinned, giving you a chaste kiss as he began to rummage through the cabinets and drawers. “We,” He declared as he lifted a canister of flour hi into the air, “Are going to make cupcakes,” 

You couldn’t help but feel appreciation for Fred right then. Cupcakes were your favorite, and baking was a nice release for you. You hadn’t expected him to know you needed something like this. 

However, you weren’t sure what you expected of your jokester of a significant other. “If you keep up with that we won’t have enough batter to bake more than one cupcake!” You scolded as he tossed a scoop of the chocolate batter in to the air, trying to see if he could catch the sweet mass before it made a mess. Needless to say, he had only succeeded in making himself a mess. 

You paused from where you were filling a tin with cupcake wrappers to grab your boyfriend by his tie, holding him in place. “Scourgify,” You muttered, tapping your wand playfully against his nose as the batter disappeared from his sticky fingers and mouth. 

“You’re the sweetest thing in this room,” He smiled as he grabbed your hips before you could return to baking. You rolled your eyes but accepted his kiss eagerly. 

“That would be you,” You decided after tasting him. If it was anything to go by, these cupcakes were going to be scrumptious. Fred winked but settled down a bit. You wished it would have lasted.

You had successfully baked the cupcakes and set them out to cool without any more shenanigans but the waiting bored your boyfriend. You were content to sit and wait but he was full of an energy that had never seemed to leave him, no matter the situation. Knowing he could hold his faith even in difficult times helped you as well. 

Fred asked to do the frosting so he could do something with his hands and you had thought that it wouldn’t end up disastrously. You had been wrong. Fred had made the frosting and it had been perfect, because of this he couldn’t stop sneaking spoonfuls. Sweets were his weakness. You lightly scolded him again and in retaliation he had told you to lighten up, swiping a glob of frosting across your cheek and down your jaw. 

You gaped at him and he laughed, eyes wide with excitement as you jumped up from your seat, hand dipping into the frosting as you chased him around as he laughed. You couldn’t keep up. Fred paused and you ran straight for him but at the last moment he dodged, arms wrapping around you and pulling your back against his chest, making sure your hands were pressed hard against your side so you couldn’t get him back. “Weren’t you just trying to clean me up?” He teased.

“There is no hope of that Weasley,” You giggled. You wondered how Molly had kept up with him as a child. She was an amazing mother but it was a miracle she hadn’t tired out so easily. Fred was definitely the kind of boy to track mud into the house at least once a day or cause some catastrophic mess. 

“How rude of you Y/L/N,” He pouted back pulled you even closer against him, a flash of hair appearing in your peripheral and then you squealed as he licked the frosting from your cheek. 

“You are so disgusting!” You squirmed as he cackled, chest shaking with each wave of amusement that kept him laughing. 

“You were being mean!” He defended but forgot to keep his guard as you turned in his arm, schooling your expression as you brought your hand up, smearing the frosting on Fred’s face as it colored his forehead down to his chin. He went cross eyed, frowning at the frosting that was now apparent between his eyes. 

You weren’t sure how long you two danced around the kitchen, trying to get your revenge against one another as you laughed, pulling each other close to tease before running from one another to gather more frosting. You didnt stop until you stuck your hand in the bowl and it came back nearly clean. You had used up all of your frosting. 

Fred watched as you burst into laughter, your hair stuck in wild directions as some of the frosting had dried. He was sure he looked just as crazy. “We used it all up!” You laughed, tears springing to the corners of your eyes. It wasn’t so funny but you needed this, you needed to forget about everything for a while and now the stress was melting, being let out by your hysteric giggles. 

Fred joined in on the laughter as he wet a hand towel at the sink, dragging it through your crunchy strands of hair as you settled your hands on his narrow hips to steady yourself. “I don’t think my hair is the issue here Fred,” You mentioned as you let out another final laugh, gesturing to the frosting smeared all over your face. 

“I was just saving that for later,” He said, lips as pink as his cheeks brushing against yours, tongue darting out to collect the remnants of your confection there. You smiled fingers tangling in his hair as he trailed his lips over yours before making a path to your cheek. Fred made an exaggerated smacking noise as he placed his lips against your cheek but your laughter died in your throat when he continued his path down to your neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin there.

“I’m starting to think this was your plan all along,” You tried not to sound breathless but it seemed you were doing a very bad job as your boyfriend smirked against your pulse that had spiked. 

“Caught me red handed, detective,” He mumbled. 

After Fred was satisfied he grabbed your hips and set you up on the counter in one easy motion. “It was nice, seeing you smile so much,” He admitted as he washed your fingers and face with a hand towel. The both of you could easily clean up but you didnt want your carefree time to end quite yet and you had a suspicion Fred felt the same. 

“I can’t help myself when I’m with you,” You said, kissing his nose as he beamed back at you. “Thank you for this, I needed it, a break from everything I mean. You are the most amazing boyfriend a girl could ever hope to have,” 

“I know,” Fred teased but his gaze was tender as he took your words to heart. “I’m my best when I’m with you,” 

You hopped down from the counter and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “We’re the best together,” You mumbled, a shyness to your words Fred found too cute for his own good. You might just be the death of him. 

“I love you,” Fred declared as he gave you a quick squeeze. “But I don’t love cupcakes without frosting, lets try once more? I promise I wont ruin it this time,” He grinned, sticking out his pinkie finger in an oath to not touch the frosting until it was on a cupcake, on it’s way to his mouth. 

“You’re lucky that frosting is what makes a cupcake good otherwise I’d just go to bed right now,” You said but there was no real threat. You’d stay up all night long if it meant you got to relax with Fred. You’d needed this and you needed Fred. You had meant what you said, you were the best with him. Only he could bring you away from the edge of a mental breakdown. 

That night you were completely content as you and Fred switched into pajamas, meeting back in your common room to snack on the cupcakes you had worked far too hard on. 

“Thanks Freddie,” You said once more kissing him as he pulled you against him. You were too tired to get up and go to your dorm but you knew Fred would take care of you. 

“Any time my sweet girl,” Fred smiled as you drifted off in his arms, relaxed for the first time in too long. 

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred x reader #ask #fluff #request #anon #anon ask #I ALMOST DIDN'T SAVE THIS #ASK ME IF I ALMOST SCREAMED

[juviaafullbuster]

Gruvia week - Day 4: Sugar

MISSING SUGAR

Warnings: None

Relationship: Gruvia

Summary: Juvia plans on surprising Gray with a cake, but things just keep getting in the way.

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The first time Juvia tried to bake a cake for her love, it ended up in a disaster. The kitchen was a mess, the cake half burnt and she's pretty sure she almost poisoned Wendy who was nice enough to try it.

But as everyone in Fairy Tail knew, Juvia wasn't one to give up so easily. She didnt give up on winning Gray for herself and she sure wasn't going to give up on this cake. It isn't like Juvias a bad cook. Her Gray buns turned out delicious every time. So why was this so hard?

Juvia read through the instruction carefully, making sure not to miss a point. She was determined not to mess this up. She started by putting all the ingredients she needed on the table in front of her. Eggs, milk, flour, sugar.. Where was the sugar?

Juvia looked everywhere possible but came up empty. How could she have forgotten about the sugar? She can't do a cake without it, she had it last time and even then the cake managed to be sour according to Wendy's judgement.

Trying not to freak out, Juvia took a deep breath before deciding to ask one of the girls for it. Sure one of them could lend her some sugar.

She went from home to home, but with no success. It was like the whole guild was out of sugar. Cana, Lucy, Mira, Erza.. even Levy, the one who always has everything was out of it. Juvia seemed to have no luck. Frustrated she let herself fall on the bench next to the lake. All she wanted was to bake a cake she could surprise her darling with. Was that too much?

Focused on her thoughts, Juvia didnt register the person coming and sitting next to her.

"What is it that got you so deep in thoughts?"

"Graysama, what are you doing her?"

"I just came back from the mission and was on my way home when I saw you sitting here all by yourself. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry. Juvia just planned to bake today but ran out of sugar. No one else seems to have some either."

"Oh, what did you want to bake?"

Juvia turned red. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't tell Gray what she was planning on doing, it was a surprise after all.

"Why are you turning red? Wait, don't tell me.. you're planning on doing those buns again, aren't you?"

Gray looked at her sternly. While Juvia didn't intend to do that, it was a good way of getting out of telling him the truth so she just nodded her head eagerly. At her response, the ice mage just sighed and shook his head looking amused.

"You're something else. I'll be honest, even though it was weird to eat my own face, I admit they were delicious. So if you promise me to not put my face on them this time I can give you some sugar, I have a bag at my place and I don't plan to use it anytime soon. Sounds good?"

"Yes, although Juvia cant promise that she can resist on not putting your face on at least one bun."

Gray just chuckled at her answer before taking her hand and making his way towards his home.

The next day:

Juvia was tired. She didn't think it was possible for her to sleep that long. It had taken her forever to finish the cake and decorate it perfectly, but it turned out just the way she wanted it to. She couldn't wait to give it to her darling. Taking her time she got dressed and did her hair, even applying some makeup for the occasion. She packed the cake in a box carefully before making her way to Gray. But when she arrived at his place it seemed to be empty. It wasn't until Gajeel walked past her that she knew why.

"Juvia, what are you doing her? Everyone is already in the guild hall celebrating. Lucy and Erza organized a big surprise party for Grays birthday. She got decorations, music and a huge cake. Its awesome."

Juvias heart shattered. This wasn't going the way she had planned at all. She was the one who wanted to surprise him. And now her rival had stolen her moment. All the hard work for nothing. She stared down at the box. Stupid cake, all the work for nothing..

Juvia started walking back home, not being in the mood for a party when she saw Gray on the same bench he was sitting at with her yesterday. What was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be at his party? Something must be wrong. She made her way over to him, sitting down next to him just like he had yesterday.

"What is it that got you so deep in thoughts?"

She couldn't see his face but she know that her question made the ice mage smile.

"I guess finding the other like this became our thing, huh?"

"What's wrong Graysama. Shouldn't you be at the party? Everyone sure misses you there."

"No, don't worry about that. They're all too drunk to even realize. Besides, I'm not really a party person. What about you? I didnt see you there earlier."

He had noticed. It filled her heart with joy knowing that her love looked out for her and realized her absence.

"Juvia was at your place."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at her questioningly.

"Juvia made you something and had planned to give it to you. But you weren't there. And then Gajeel told her about the party."

"Is that it? Is it for me?"

At this point both were looking at the box. The cake was already done, so she might as well give it to him. Handing over the box, she waited for his reaction. But there was none. Gray just kept staring at the cake inside, not reacting.

"Is something wrong? It's a chocolate cake filled with strawberries and whipped cream."

"No, it's just.. my mom used to make the same cake on my birthday. It's my favorite.. thank you Juvia, this means a lot."

The way his eyes shined with happiness, the genuine smile on his face, it filled Juvias heart with joy. The work was worth it after all.

"So that's what you needed the sugar for, huh? I have to admit I was really excited for the buns but this is so much better. Let's go, we'll share this cake between the two of us, the rest can have that bought one they got me."

Juvia couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. Taking his hand in hers, he started walking to his place, just like he had yesterday. This was definitely something Juvia wouldn't mind getting used to. And when he looked back at her, with that boyish grin, she knew that this day couldn't have gone any better after all.

"Happy birthday Graysama."

@gruviaweek

#gruvia week #gruvia week 2020 #gray x juvia #gruvia #fairy tail juvia #fairy tail gray #juvia lockser #gray fullbuster #ft gray #ft juvia #back to writing

[justawriterbeinglonley]

Giant Muffins and Supportive Hugs

Author: @justawriterbeinglonley

Characters: dad!Shawn Mendes x reader, their son Milo

Warnings: a little swear word

Notes: Shawn has been working tirelessly to write his new album, and decided to spend some time at home. He was then inspired, and decided to write a new song in his home studio. The reader and Milo decided to treat Shawn for all his hard work. This is set in the same world as my last dad!Shawn fic, Bedtime Kisses, but you can still read this by itself

You and Milo were sitting on the floor of your living room coloring in some coloring books while listening to Shawn play the same guitar riff for the 30th time. Shawn had been working ever since he got home from the studio in L.A. He arrived to your shared Toronto condo, and spent the next few hours with you and Milo. Then as soon as Milo went to bed, he was in his home studio. That was two days ago. Shawn only ever came out to eat lunch, help put Milo to bed, and to sleep at around midnight. You and Milo missed your time with him dearly, but knew that he loves writing and singing, so he needed to do this in order to finish his album, and get to his time with you quicker. 

“Mommy? When Daddy gonna be done?” Milo asked you while he scribbled in his coloring book. 

“I don’t know, hunny. He’s working really hard in there, but he’s struggling with new ideas. He’s getting frustrated too, which makes it take longer,” you sighed. 

“Can we help?” Milo asked as he looked up at you. “He dontt haveta do it alone.”

Your heart melted. Despite Shawn’s absences here and there, Shawn was Milo’s best friend. Whenever Shawn was gone for a few days at a time, Milo would count down the days until he came home, and would either sleep with a picture of Shawn, or would sleep with you on Shawn’s side of the bed. Milo looked up to Shawn in every way possible, so the fact that he wanted to help Shawn was such a beautiful thing to you. You knew that Milo meant it, and you knew that you had to help Milo help Shawn.

“How would you like to help him, bubba?” you smiled at your beautiful son. The resemblance to your husband always made your heart happy.

Milo just shrugged his shoulders at you. You looked over to the door of Shawn’s studio, and thought really hard. You thought about everything that would make Shawn happy. Shawn would be happy with anything, you thought. Shawn would be happy with just the fact that Milo and you want to help him. 

“Fuck!” you heard a loud scream, followed by a thud. You knew Shawn was frustrated. You knew anything at this point would help him. You had to think fast though, before he broke something. 

“Daddy! Don’t say dat!” Milo yelled back. Although you doubted Shawn could hear. 

You smiled at Milo. The pure, innocent heart that Milo had made you happy, no matter what mood you were in. Then it hit you. The way to help Shawn was to send in Milo. You knew that with a big hug and reassuring words from Milo, Shawn would be more calm, and be able to focus and finish his song. But, you were to extra to just send in Milo; you needed more. 

You peered around you, and looked into the kitchen that was at the end of the open living room. A small sign sitting on your counter had a sticky note on it. The print was to small for you to read from where you were, but you remembered exactly what it said; make me some chocolate chip muffins. They’re my fav -S. That’s when you knew what you were going to do. Shawn wouldn’t be able to resist a cute little kid bringing him a giant muffin. 

“Hey, Milo?” you whispered. 

“Why we whisping?” Milo asked. You giggled at the cute question and the way he couldn’t say “whispering”. 

“Cause, we’re gonna do a surprise project for Daddy, and this makes it feel like a surprise,” you laughed. 

“What’s the saprise?” Milo asked excitedly. 

“We’re gonna make Daddy a giant muffin. Then you’re gonna take the muffin to Daddy, and give him lots of kisses and cuddles to make him feel better. But we gotta go get the stuff first.”

“Yay!” Milo yelled. But then he realized he yelled, and wanted to keep up the secrecy you created, and whispered, “Yay.”

You and Milo smiled cheekily at each other, and then you picked up Milo, and ran off to the door to put your’s and Milo’s shoes on. 

You left a note on the counter for Shawn, telling him you were at the store, grabbed the keys to the jeep, and headed out. 

“Race ya down da hallway!” Milo yelled as he took off down the hallway with a big cheesy grin on his face. 

“Wait for me!” you smiled as you jogged lightly behind Milo. Milo giggled a squealed as he watched you run up behind him.

As the two of you reached the elevator, you bent down, and scooped him up, before spinning him around a few times. His glorious squeal and laughter floated through the halls. Happiness surrounded you as you looked at your mini-Shawn. Gratefulness swarmed your heart. Shawn has given you everything you’ve ever wanted in so many different ways, and you were happy that you could even help Shawn in the slightest bit after he’s done everything for you. 

“I push da button?” Milo asked excitedly.

“Of course, my darling,” you said as you spun him to the elevator button. 

He pushed it, and giggled, right before you spun him around some more. You talked and messed with Milo a little more before the elevator door opened, and you stepped inside. 

“I get down I get down?” Milo asked as he continued to giggle.

“yes, baby,” you smiled as you set him down. 

A nice old lady that lived in the apartment complex on the floor above you was in the elevator alongside you, and being the social butterfly Milo is, he decided to have conversation with her. 

“Hi, Mrs. Jackson! Mommy and me are goin’ to get some stuff to make muffins!” he shrieked. 

“Oh my!” she smiled. “That’s awesome. What kind are you gonna make?”

“Chocolate chip, cuz it daddy’s favorite,” Milo squealed excitedly. 

“Well, that’s wonderful. I hope you have lots of fun,” said Mrs. Jackson with a small smile and wave as the elevator doors opened.

"Bye bye!" Milo shouted as he raced excitedly to the front door. You quickly said a short goodbye to Mre. Jackson before running after Milo once more, and scooping him up.

"Wrong way, baby," you giggled as you carried him toward the door of the parking garage.

Milo laughed at you as he waved goodbye to the few people milling about the lobby.

~

You were standing in the kitchen, with Milo next to you on the counter, preparing all your ingredients in the large bowl. Flour lay everywhere across the counters, your and Milo's clothes, and the floor. Milo's face was covered in chocolate from the chocolate chips he had been stealing from the bag as you softly mixed the muffin batter.

"Let's put it into the pan, baby!" You said happily. Milo nodded eagerly, and grabbed the spray on the counter next to him. You held up the pan for him, to allow him to spray.

Milo shook the spray can around in the air for awhile as he pressed the button. Most of the spray ended up on your hands and the air around you, so you had Milo do it a few more times.

You then showed Milo how to fill the muffin tins. They were extra large tins, and had only 6 on a pan, so it took up most of the batter. With the little bit left, Milo decided he wanted a small muffin cake, so you got out a small, round pan, had him spray it, then poured in the batter.

While the muffins cooked, you decided to give Milo a small bath. During that time, you could hear Shawn banging on things in his studio. You could hear curse words fall carelessly from his lips. The same guitar riff played over, and over. You knew he was frustrated, and you wished you could do so much more. You knew that you shouldn't intervene too much. You knew he would get upset if you tried to pull him away. He had to work it out. It was the only way for him to be calm. He had talked before he came home about how he had an idea for a song, but couldnt quite get it out. Then once at home, he had an idea on how to start, and that's why he went into the studio. You knew he needed this time in the studio, but knew that a small gift for him would help.

Once the muffins were out of the oven, and all cooled off, you gave a muffin to Milo, brought him over to Shawn's studio door, and knelt down to kinda couch him on what to do.

"Alright, babe. Go in, give this muffin to daddy, and give him lots of hugs and kisses," you smiled to Milo.

He gave you a thumbs up before you opened the door and let him in.

Milo stood next to the door for a minute. He didnt really know what to do. He remembered how hes been told to only bother Shawn when it's important, while hes working. He got a little worried that he shouldn't be bothering Shawn, but as soon as Milo saw Shawn swivel around in his chair, he got excited and waddled over to Shawn.

"Hi, Milo," Shawn sighed. He was exhausted from working, but he was so glad to see Milo's smiling face.

Milo raised his little hands with the giant muffin in it, and pushed it Shawn's way. Shawn smiled widely.

"Whatcha got, bub?" He asked

"Muffin!" Milo squealed excitedly.

Shawn chuckled. "Did you make this for me?"

Milo nodded enthusiastically. "All for you. Mommy and me went to da store, and gotted all da stuffs to make it. Cuz we wanted to saprise you, daddy!" Milo babbled.

Shawn laughed. His heart was full. Even after all the stresses of his writers block that day, he became more content. He knew that you and Milo did this straight from your hearts to help him cheer up. It may not have been a big thing, but it still made his heart swell. Happiness bloomed from the small action, and Shawn couldnt help but blush. His cheeks went rosey as his smile grew wider.

Milo held up his tiny hands to show his father he wanted to be held. Shawn happily agreed, and picked up Milo after setting the muffin on his desk.

Milo wrapped his small arms around Shawn's neck, and gave him a tight squeeze. Shawn squeezed Milo back.

"Daddy. I know your having trouble right now, butchu got dis. Your gonna write da bestest song ever! Its gonna be so good, and imma dance to it every time it plays! Its gonna get every award ever. Itll be ok, daddy," Milo sang out.

Shawn started to tear up. The genuine love and care he had for this little boy was almost overwhelming. Shawn felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He had been beating himself down all day because he just couldnt get things right. The kind words that came straight from Milo's little heart was enough to keep Shawn going with the song. He was ready to give it up, and trash it until he felt like writing again, but now he knew he couldnt. He had to do it. For Milo.

Milo grabbed Shawn's face in his small cubby hands, and looked his dead in the eyes.

"You got dis, dude," he said confidently.

The tears that had started to form in Shawn's eyes started to fall. He felt so gratefull for Milo. He felt a connection to his son that he never really felt before. Shawn was proud of Milo for being such a supportive, kind hearted little dude. Shawn attacked Milo with hugs and tickles. Their sweet giggles erupted into the room like a burst of happiness.

You watched quietly from the door. Happiness flooding your heart like an over flowing river. Gratefulness for such a sweet happy family made your own eyes water. You watched your two boys lovingly. A smile sat upon your lips and never left. Even as the laughter died down, you stood and smiled. Your heart missing beats through the utter happiness.

Shawn sat Milo on his lap and looked up at you. His face was glossy from shed tears; those of laughter and gratefulness. He smiled and held out a hand for you. You silently walked over to him, and interlaced your fingers together. The warmth he exuded filled your hand, and extended into you. The feeling of safety and warmth joined your happiness. You hadnt remembered a time where you had felt this content before.

"I love you, Shawn," you smiled before pressing your lips lightly to Shawn's.

"I love you too, hunny," Shawn sighed after you pulled away. The two of you sat and stared at eachother for a second. You gazed into the beautiful honey eyes you loved. The same honey eyes you saw in your gorgeous son. The same honey eyes that made you feel safe, and at home. The same honey eyes that you fell in love with while dating Shawn.

"Hey! I'm here too!" Milo yelled. You and Shawn chuckled. Then Shawn looked at you mischievously. You knew what he had planned, and you were so down.

You and Shawn attacked Milo with tickles once more. The laughter of your amazing family filled the room. The only thing you felt in that moment was pure, utter, happiness.

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I wrote a story, and its not my fault that it turned out this way. its about 1:45 in the morning, which isnt that early, but its early enough that my brain cells have migrated to somewhere else. sorry for the spelling errors, and let me know if you want me to write more of this story.

Once upon a fork, there was a batch of butter cooking in the oven. Naturally, all the flakes of candy wrappers were jealous of the butter. It sat in the finest pie tin of them all. Once it was done cooking, it got out of the oven to go harvest the fish. On its way to the basement of the dentist’s office, it saw a potato, who immediately stopped butter for a question. “If you have only one eye and you close it, is it blinking or winking?” Butter was immediately confused, but decided to continue this strange conversation. “Well, how many eyes do you have?” the potato looked him in the eyes and said “This week? the usual.” Butter shrugged off this strange conversation and continued on his way to the basement of the dentist’s office to harvest the fish.

    “So, how do I harvest fish?” butter thought to himself. “You know, I should really know how to do this, especially since this has been my job for the past 30 years.” the cat was at the berry bushes smelling the flowers, as all reptiles do in the winter. that was strange, because it was mid summer. butter was having a boring day, so he decided to join the cat in smelling the flowers. “SMELL.” said butter. “SMELL” eventually, butter decided two and a half hours of yelling the word “smell” at a flower was enough, and he got back to his walk to the job he still doesn’t know what to do.

    Once butter had arrived at his work, (for the first time in 30 years,) he pulled out the fish harvesting handbook, gifted to him by his boss who was too lazy to teach him how to do his job, or do anything but pay him and commit tax fraud. Butter opened the book. “A Guide to Fish Harvesting. Step one: Make sure you have the freshly killed fish all lined up on hooks on a string.” Butter looked at the actual fish, which were now rotted bones. “then take the first two layers of skin off of the fish” “already taken care of” butter thought to himself. “dig a hole in the concrete, and set the first two layers of skin on top of the pile of dug up concrete.” “well, I can scrape of the first two layers of bones off with a potato peeler if that helps” thought butter. “Now, remove the rain from the clouds, and water the empty hole you dug up. The more rain, the better the harvesting season is. for the people in animal crossing, not you, you dumbass.” “Might as well make something better for the people in animal crossing” thought butter as he lowered the clouds with his google assistant. “now that you have the clouds to water the holes, take the rest of the fish, and feed it to yoda.” “Whos yoda?” asks butter, who soon realizes who yoda is after looking at a pile of bones next to a dog sized water bowl and empty food bowl. “please note that yoda needs feeding daily.” “well its a bit late for that, says butter as he flips the page. he sees more steps, but decides to be done for the day “when you complete your task, record a 30 second video of what you did and submit it to me on google classroom. Dont worry, I will make sure NOT to mark it as “onion.” Butter looks at the mess that was made by the books instructions, and climbs the elevator to get back upstairs.

    The dentist looks at butter when he comes upstairs, and askes why he was there, to which butter responds with “shut the fuck up gordan ramsay, your giving me a head cavity. I work here.” “WELL I DONT LIKE YOUR LAMB CHOPS. NEGATIVE 300 OUT OF TEN GORDAN POINTS.” yells gordan. “now if you’ll excuse me, im off to do better things you panini head.” before butter completely walks out of the door, he turns back and asks gordan why he is a dentist if he always eats food and yells at it like a phsychotic judgemental butt head. like, its common sense that dentists dont eat, right? “well…” gordan is stumbling over his words. “well… well… I… I…” he is getting visibly nervous. “fine! you got me! i replace teeth with long term turnips! is that really so bad?” “it actually is” butter responds “you know teeth trafficking is highly illegal and tasty? I mean gross? I mean, I dont stay up til 3 AM watching random ass shit on youtube, YOU stay up til 3 AM watching random ass shit on youtube!” “That might be a personal problem” says gordan as he pushes out butter with a broom. “CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUS!!!!!” yells butter as he is being kicked out.

    Butter is back outside, and he is melting on a frying pan that is on the sidewalk. he sees some eggs walk his way and he thought they were going to join the party, but they walked into a cake bakery instead. He didnt notice them every coming back out, but he assumed they just went out the back or something. After telling his google assistant to turn down the weather so he could become a solid again, he walked to the library and asked if the librarian knew where any good cooking books were. the librarian directed him to the exit, because eating was not tolerable there, as she was a dentist in her spare time. butter threw a box of marbles at the librarian, and told her that she should try eating thoses, and they help with digestion if she ever wanted to try eating. butter walked out of the library and told his google assistant to load up some headphones, but then butter was reminded that he doesnt know where his ears are or how he even hears things. he decides that he will go to get some dirt colored, textured and tasting gold, because he wanted to buy something nice and expensive.

    As butter walked into the jewelery store, he noticed a sign saying “no robux accepted, and if youre gonna rob us, dont take my jacket. My mom will be mad.” an employee immediatly went up to him and asked what he wanted. Butter explained what he wanted, but later changed his mind and asked if he could have a cookie. the cookies were only for good boys, and butter qualified. sort of. he got a cookie. he went out to the bus stop to wait for his bus. butter wanted to play minecraft while he was waiting for his bus, but he forgot his phones password. he decided that he would just guess. he clicked random numbers, and his phone said “good enough” and let him in. he played minecraft, and inside the game, he tamed a villager and taught it how to download and play minecraft easily with a google assistant. 

    Butter got off at his stop to go to the fish store. He thought he might as well try to figure out the rest of his job while he was figuring out what his job was. He bought some freshly killed fish, and returned to the basement of the dentists office, and greeted gordan ramsay by placing a pair of cards from cards against humanity on gordans face. he walked downstairs and repeated everything from before. he lined up the fish on a hook, took off the first two layers (still with a potato peeler) he dug the concrete, put the fish skin on the pile of concrete and put rain it the hole. he still decided that he could help the animal crossing community, so he activated his google assistant. He looked at yoda, and just piled up the rest of the fish on him. now, he was moving onto some new steps. “pour 1 cup of flour into the rain water” butter grabbed flour, and sprinkled it all over the water. he got a little on yoda, but thats ok. “chop the concrete so that it is done medium well. Speaking of medium, make sure to grab an extra medium bag of dog food for yoda.” butter gets a knife, and gets the extra medium bag of dog food and puts it in yoda’s bones. if gordon comes down here, he’d have quite the snack. dead fish, dog food, AND bones! “once you have done all of that, make some lemonade. hold a “lemonade stand.” essentially, what you need to is charge people 85 dollars to enter a drawing to win some lemonade. then, pretend that you have given someone the prize, but dont actually give anyone anything. go drink some lemonade, and go on a vacation, paid for by your boss.” butter looks at the book in disbelief, and talks to his boss for the first time in thirty years, and he confirms it. Butter is going on vacation! 

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