#but mmm blueberries and STRAWBERRIES YES

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 29

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: I'm sorry this whole week has been Andrew

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"Wish I didn't have to go back to work," Andy tucks his shirt in as he enters the kitchen, "mmm, something smells good."

"Oh, I found the waffle maker," you say proudly. Admittedly, you've made a mess. Your tablet displays the recipe as a bowl sits next to it dripping batter. "I thought it would be a nice start to the day."

"How long have you been awake?" His expression falls, "dove, you've been... very busy lately. I'm worried."

"Why?" You bat your lashes. Yes, you've been a bit all over, always trying to distract yourself. It helps you keep your mind off of the cramped nights and sleepless hours. "Dr. Kemp wants me to set goals."

"Yes, I know. And it's good advice but you can take a day off," he suggests.

"Maybe," you shrug and hide your disappointment. You thought he'd be happy. You're doing what he wants too. He wants you to give back and you're trying to take care of him the best way you know how. You've never tried this hard in your life but he doesn't seem to see that. 

"Here," you turn and take a plate of waffles, "I also cut up some fruit," you put it on the island near him and grab the bowl of strawberries and blueberries, "and syrup."

You bring the bottle of dark maple and a set of cutlery for him. He sits on one of the high chairs and accepts them with a thanks. Despite his admonishment, he looks delights. You step back on your heel and watch him. As he cuts into the fluffy stack, he pauses and looks at you.

"What about you?"

"Oh, I'll eat when you're gone," you assure him, "I'm not hungry yet."

He inhales and takes his first bite. He chews it slowly, his thought tensing in his jaw, "promise you will. Dove... I see you pushing your food around."

"I don't have a problem," you say defensively. He doesn't know how you used to be. How you would binge so much you nearly puked. So you miss a meal or two, it's better than the alternative. 

"I think it's something you should discuss in therapy? Just to be certain," he offers.

"It's not," you insist. "I'm fine--"

"Then sit down and eat with me. That's what couples do. They eat together," he points his fork at you, "and don't forget a kiss before I go."

You watch him for a moment. You don't tell Steve about these arguments, you only tell him what you learn. What you're doing to be better. You'll tell him you know now that you should eat with Andy and give him a kiss goodbye. That's something, you suppose.

"I'm sorry, Andy," you murmur and put a waffle on a plate for yourself.

"Don't be sorry, just do better, honey," he says.

"Alright," you turn back to him as you grab a fork and knife. You go around the island to sit next to him. You poke at the waffle and cut off a small piece.

"And... you can call me honey, too. Would you?"

You nod, "okay..." you hover the fork in front of your mouth as your stomach mulches, "honey."

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You spend much of the day painting. Your attempts at napping were met with tossing and turning as your mind kept wandering to the nights ahead and those behind you. Andy's touches aren't as unusual as before, you can lay still, close your eyes, let him kiss you. But he doesn't like it when you stop him from doing more.

Your back aches as you hunch forward on the stool. You know it's a bad position but you don't care. You lean in, nose almost touching the canvas as you focus on a feather. 

You yawn and swipe the brush against your palette. You sway slightly, eyes nearly rolling back. You should try to nap before–

"How's it going, Dove?" Andy startles you as his shadow fills the door.

You turn, shivering in the airy garage as you lower the brush. You blink at him, for a moment thinking he might be a walking dream. You shake your head, no he's real and times slipped past you again.

You set down your palette and hug yourself. It's as if the day was a fog and it's only just clearing. You give a sheepish smile as Andy stays at the top of the steps.

"Tired?" He says, "oh, wow, you got a lot done."

"Yeah, uh… a lot," you agree hoarsely.

"Come on, you're asleep on your feet, sit down. I was thinking of ordering some pizza. I've been craving it," he beckons to you. You're glad he's in a good mood.

"Alright, I'll just clean up," you turn and rinse off your brush, "see ya inside."

"I can do that–"

"No, no, I'm… a bit particular about my brushes," you mutter, "I'll be in soon…honey."

"Alright, don't make me come find you," he kids as he backs up.

You're thankful he's appeased. You're too exhausted for him to be smothering you again. You just want to zone out.

You clean your brushes and palette off and place them away neatly. You rub your hands together as you climb the two steps inside and close the door behind you. As you pass the kitchen, Andy calls after you.

"Hey," you enter as he twists a knob on the stove.

"Making you some tea," he says, "you look cold. Why didn't you turn on the heater?"

"Didn't think of it," you drag your feet, legs heavy, "tea sounds nice."

"Some of that stuff Steve brought," he sniffs and gives a shrug, "you really seemed to like it."

"Sounds good," you lean on the counter and cup your chin.

"You can have it while we decide on toppings," he smiles, "you like pineapple on your pizza?"

"I'm not picky," you answer.

"I'm asking what you like, sweetie."

"Just cheese," you reply, "sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he comes around the island and cradles your head along the side, bending to kiss your crown, "go, relax, I'll bring the tea out to you."

"Thank you," you sidle away slowly.

You go into the living room and nestle into the corner of the couch, hugging your legs as you try to warm up. You watch the window, the grey sky dimming with the onset of the autumnal evening. You lean your head back and groan.

When Andy comes in, he plunks your cup down and sits heavily next to you. You look at him as he grabs the remote.

"Why don't you put something on?" He holds it out to you.

"Um, is there a game tonight?" You wonder.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, alright," you take the remote and flip on the tv.

"Whatever you want," he leans back, one arm across the couch above you as he keeps his phone in his other.

You browse the television shows, thinking of trying something new. Your eyes drift thoughtlessly as he thumbs at the screen. He hums, "just cheese?"

"Yeah, that's good."

"Alright, I want you to finish two slices at least," he says.

You frown but don't argue. You don't appreciate his concern for your eating habits. Pizza is a lot and greasy. You reach for your tea and continue to search through titles.

You hear a bing and glance over again, certain not to move your head. You see the notification just before Andy swipes it away from the top of the screen. 'Cloud recordings full.'

You don't think anything of it. You don't know what that means. You click on a show you always saw Amber watching.

"Good choice," he says as he puts his phone down, "all ordered. With garlic knots too."

"Mm, sounds good," you blow on the tea, the smell of maple comforting, "thank you… er, honey."

"Of course," he kisses your head again as he drops his arm onto your shoulders, "the tea will help tide you over until it gets here."

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The pizza comes as the drowsiness tugs at your eyes. You feel sluggish as Andy brings you a plate with two slices. You chew as you stare at the bleary television, the audio garbling as you struggle to down each bite.

You finish with a painfully full stomach. Andy clears your plate with his and says something you don't catch. You feel so out of it. You've never felt like this before.

Andy comes back with two bottles of beer uncapped. You squint at him, sure you're seeing double. It must be the lack of sleep.

"Here," he holds one out as he sits next to you.

"Oh, I don't…" you eke out.

"One won't hurt, sweetie," he winks, "it's already open."

You rub your eyes before reaching out to take one. It's cold and the glass condensates beneath your palm. You sniff the open neck and make a face. It smells awful.

"Taste better than it looks," he clinks his bottle against yours.

You open your eyes wide, fighting the weight around them. You lean the bottle against your lips and make yourself take a drink. As much as you want to spit it out, you choke down the wheaty acidic liquid.

"You get used to it," he chuckles and takes a hearty swig.

"Mmm," you grumble, "I am very tired…"

"You go to bed early every night," he rests his hand on your knee, "worked all day just looking forward to being with you, honey."

You frown and nod, taking another repulsive gulp. It's nasty but you don't want to waste it. And you don't want him to be upset. Again.

"Finish your beer and you can go lay down," he says, "okay, sweetie."

"Alright," you look at the bottle, a tall task as each taste is worse than the last. "Thank you."

He keeps his hand on your leg. You notice how it slips higher along your thigh as you sip. You feel your body slackening and the sludgy fatigue turns to a bubbly blare. 

You focus on the bottle, just wanting to go to bed. You empty it down to a small cluster of foam and sit forward to put it on the table. You miss and the bottle clanks on the floor. Andy chuckles and reaches to pick it up, setting it down with his own.

“Oh, honey,” he turns to you, “are you tipsy already?”

“Andy,” you breathe, “I don’t feel good.”

“You drank that too fast,” he laughs again, pushing his arm behind you, “here, I got you, baby.”

You close your eyes as he swoops his other arm under your knees and the whole world shifts as he lifts you. Your head lolls against his shoulder as he holds you against his chest. His scent seeps into your nostrils as the motions of his gait lulls you.

He climbs the stairs carefully as you lean into him. Your head swirls strangely. You’ve never felt like this. Your eyeballs feel funny and your stomach is airy. 

You open your eyes again as he enters the bedroom. He tuts, amused by your state as he lays you on his bed. He hushes you as you babble dumbly.

“I’ll get you some pajamas, just relax,” he coos, dragging his hand down your side and kneading your thigh.

He leaves you as you obey him. Not out of your will, but because you have no choice. You can’t fight this eerie heaviness. The sludge of time and space that smothers you.

He returns, a blurry smear of colours as he moves around the room. He tosses something light beside you and bends over you. He runs his hands from your hips and around your back as he sits you up. You bobble as you struggle to hold your head up.

“Here,” he tugs on your shirt, bringing it up your torso.

Instinctively you catch it and try to keep him from revealing anymore. He clucks and yanks until you nearly fall back. You drop your hands to keep yourself up.

“Honey, I’m helping, don’t be bad,” he warns as he continues to raise the fabric, “arms up. I got you a fresh set of pajamas.”

Your lashes droop down and cling to each other. You shakily raise your arms and he pulls your shirt off. He gulps loudly and his fingers flutter along your shoulders and down to your chest. He cups your tits and purrs.

“Sweetie, I… never got to say before but you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

You shoo his touch away and cross your arms. He sighs heavily and grips your hips. He pulls you down harshly so you land flat on your back. You squeak in surprise as you bounces against the bed.

He pops open the button of your jeans and curls his fingers beneath the denim. He rolls them down roughly, jolting you as he gets them past your feet. You shiver as you lay in only your underwear and bra, hugging yourself.

“Mmmm,” he sits beside you again, leaning over you as he plants his hand by your other side, “honey,” he runs his other hand down your arm and takes yours, moving it into his lap, “do you feel what you do to me?”

He presses your hand to the bulge in his pants. Your head turns side to side as your voice sticks in your throat. The flavour of the beer stains your tongue and chokes you. He bends closer and kisses you on the lips.

“I need you so bad,” he whispers as he pulls away, “but… I want you to feel it.”

He moves your hand off of him and shifts, dragging his other hand away from the bed and down the curves of your side. He trails kisses down your jaw and neck, further and further, lingering around your chest as he guides the straps of your bra down your arms. 

He looses your tits and tends to them one at a time. Nipping, kneading, and suckling until your nipples are sensitive and hard. His lets his hand wander further down as he dotes on your chest, slipping his fingers beneath he elastic of your panties.

He lifts his head and exhales a scalding breath over you, “can I taste you? I need to taste you…”

“What?” You murmur as your head slumps to one side and your eyes shut, fuzzy and itchy.

You feel the bed jostle as his weight lifts and his touch drifts away. He urges your legs apart before he settles between them, the bed moving with him. Your panties roll down your legs and he bends your knees. You whine, confused about what he’s doing.

He growls and you feel his breath along your thigh. You twitch as he spreads his hands across your flesh and holds your legs open. Something cool delves into the warmth between your legs. You yelp as your eyes snap open.

You lift your head as it teeters on your neck and you see the top of Andy’s head by your pelvis. He runs his hands around your thighs, gripping the outside and pushing them flush to his face as he laps at your cunt. You whimper as you fall flat again, hiding behind your eyelids as the vision of him paints the void of your speckly mind.

What is he doing?

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au #library au #don't speak #series #defending jacob #fresh #steve kemp

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

Glittering Cotton Candy

Marinette was so excited to eat delicious cotton candy sprinkled with edible glitter. It fit her aesthetic perfectly; the only problem was there were two large lines for the sweet treat, one for blueberry cotton candy and another for strawberry cotton candy. But Marinette still waited excitedly and even spoke with the children in line with her. At one point, she couldn't help but let the children go ahead of her because she knew her time was coming up.

The strawberry cotton candy was given out by a gentleman with pink hair. The blueberry cotton candy was given out by a man with blue hair, and the man with blue hair was busy attending to someone else.

"Would you like some blueberry cotton candy with plenty of sparkles, young man?"

"Yes, sir!"

Marinette recognized that suave voice anywhere.

"Luka!" Marinette beamed.

Before Luka could take his sparkly blue cotton, he turned and smiled brightly at Marinette. "Hey Marinette!"

Marinette started to blush as pink as strawberry cotton candy, and Luka smiled down at her but tried to break the silence by clearing his throat.

"It's great to see you here," he said.

"Y-Yes!" Marinette cried. The vendor for the pink cotton candy handed her a pretty pink cotton candy on a stick.

"Strawberry flavored mademoiselle?" 

Marinette quickly turned and smiled sheepishly. "Yes, sir! I appreciate it!" She took the cotton candy and handed a dollar to the kind gentleman.

Marinette was relieved to finally have her cotton candy, but she also thanked her lucky stars that she met Luka at the perfect time and that Luka liked cotton candy with glitter too! The two of them decided to eat the flowers.

Marinette kept twirling her cotton candy so the edible glitter could sparkle in the sunlight, and then she was ready to eat.

"I have been waiting for this all day!" Marinette cried before taking a bite from the soft treat and savoring the sweet taste.

Luka smiled at her before taking a bite of his own blueberry candy. The sparkles made the treat extra special, but it was nowhere near as beautiful as Marinette.

"So worth it!" Marinette cried.

Then she turned to Luka and walked up to him. Her eyes glittered like cotton candy, as if the cotton candy had magic power.

"Luka?"

Luka paused from eating. "Yes Marinette?"

Marinette placed her hands together. "Can I please share cotton candy with you?"

Luka's aqua-blue eyes shined down on her.

“Of course Marinette.”

Marinette squealed and traded her strawberry candy with his blueberry candy, and Marinette picked a piece off to eat it.

"Mmm! Blueberry!" Marinette cried.

Luka hid his blushing face behind the cotton candy and took a small piece to taste the delicious strawberry flavor.

It was a lovely day at the carnival. But then Marinette and Luka's phones went off simultaneously for Akuma alerts. Marinette couldn't help but whine because another Akuma was trying to ruin a good day. But she didn't want Luka chasing after her and putting himself in danger, so she clenched her fist and ran in the other direction.

"Marinette no!" Luka cried as he tried to run after her.

Marinette turned as she ran away and looked at him with a sorrowful look that caused Luka to stop.

"I'm sorry, Luka!"

Marinette turned and continued running. She thought about the heartbreaking look on his face.

Luka dropped the pink cotton candy he took from Marinette, and Sass appeared to quickly eat the cotton candy for energy. When Sass finished eating, he flew in front of Luka's face, and Luka snapped out of it.

"It's time to transform Master Luka!" Sass said.

Luka nodded. "Yes!" And he took the snake kwami and ran to a private place where he could transform.

Marinette panted as she leaned against a tree, and even before she fought the Akuma, she was tired and dropped the blueberry cotton candy she was holding. Tikki appeared and enjoyed a piece of the glittering blue cotton candy. But then she looked up and saw how heartbroken Marinette was. The red kwami floated up and gave Marinette a reassuring look. Marinette felt the need to set her worries to the side.

"Don't worry Marinette! You can transform and protect Luka!"

Marinette blinked and then allowed Tikki to perch on her hands. "Ok Tikki!"

"Spots on!"

Viperion was ready for anything but was utterly taken aback when he saw the Akuma menace from afar. He was so stunned that it took Ladybug swinging in and landing next to him to get him to snap out of it.

"Viperion, what's wrong?"

Viperion only gave Ladybug an upset look, and then Ladybug saw a pink cotton candy Akuma, causing commotion for everyone at the carnival.

"You got to be kidding me!" Ladybug cried.

Viperion frowned. "Maybe a child really wanted some cotton candy."

Ladybug thought about how she had let some children go ahead of her to get some cotton candy, and unbeknownst to her, Luka had also let some children go ahead of him. Both heroes came to the conclusion that someone is having a bad day.

Viperion summoned his harp. "Don't worry! I can soothe anyone who is hurt." And he jumped off.

"Viperion wait!" Ladybug jumped after him.

The cotton candy Akuma was causing everyone to scream as cotton candy made everything in the carnival sticky. Viperion told everyone to run, and then he faced the Akuma while running his fingers through his harp. The Akuma noticed but didn't seem phased by Viperion's beautiful melody.

"Please don't ruin the carnival for everyone, oh troubled heart," Viperion said as he played with more vigor.

Ladybug had to stop being infatuated, but having a hero like Viperion around can make everything feel alright and make it easy to see the silver lining in the future.

But then Ladybug realized the Akuma was too strong as Viperion's music didn't phase it. The troubled Akuma turned the green trees cotton candy pink with dark magic.

"Oh no, the trees!" But Ladybug paused as a sweet scent filled her nose. It was almost hypnotic.

"They smell like candy!" Ladybug cried.

Then Ladybug and Viperion turned to see children walking towards the cotton candy trees, looking like they were all in trances. Both heroes cried in distress and pleaded for the children to come to their senses, but a few started climbing the trees. Ladybug and Viperion tried to pull them off, but the children cried out and refused.

Ladybug wouldn't give up because seeing delicious cotton candy used for evil was heartbreaking. But at a distance, she saw more trees turning baby blue like Luka's favorite cotton candy and another akuma, made of blueberry cotton candy, heading toward them.

Ladybug glared and twirled her yo-yo. "I won't let that Akuma get any closer!" And Ladybug ran off.

"Ladybug!" Viperion cried.

But before Viperion could reach her, the pink Akuma monster knocked Viperion down with a pile of cotton candy that was a lot denser than cotton candy that dissolved on your tongue. Viperion growled as he got up and pulled the sticky cotton candy off him.

Ladybug faced the giant blue Akuma and twirled her yo-yo swiftly.

"I won't let you ruin everyone's day!" Ladybug cried as she threw her yo-yo to lasso the creature.

Ladybug pulled, but she captured a giant glob of blue stuff that launched into her. She had to dig herself out and pull some blueberry-scented candy from her red suit.

"Ladybug!" Viperion cried as he placed his hands on her shoulders from behind.

Ladybug looked intently at the two akumas, seemingly stuck in their own world of sickly sweetness.

"What could possibly be troubling these two?" Ladybug asked.

Viperion got in front of her and played his harp again. But instead of trying to dispel the Akuma's powers, he closed his eyes. The snake hero attempted to understand what the two troubled akumas were trying to convey. He hoped the two akumas would open up to them.

“Want….Cotton candy…”

Both Ladybug and Viperion were stunned.

"Glittery cotton candy…"

"I want…"

Ladybug understood and quickly summoned her lucky charm. And today's lucky charm was simple: two paper cotton candy cones, one with ladybug spots and another with snake scales. She handed the cone with the snake scales to Viperion, and Viperion knew what to do.

The two heroes switched directions, and Viperion faced the blue Akuma while Ladybug faced the pink Akuma. Both heroes presented their cones.

"Please let me have some cotton candy," Ladybug and Viperion said in unison.

The two cotton candy creatures growled at Ladybug and Viperion. Still, both heroes raised their hands in protest and gave genuine looks of concern.

"Please, little one…" Ladybug said.

"It doesn't have to be this way," Viperion said.

Ladybug and Viperion presented the paper cones, and the akumas gave them a generous portion of cotton candy. And with a bit of magic, the cotton candy glittered like snow.

Ladybug and Viperion quickly changed targets, and Ladybug and Viperion smiled as they gifted different flavors of cotton candy to the Akumas.

"Go ahead and take it," Ladybug said.

But Ladybug and Viperion both yelped when the akumas forcibly took the cotton candy. There was silence for a moment, and then, with a "poof!" right before their eyes, the cotton candy akumas disappeared, revealing two children holding the cotton candy sticks. Ladybug and Viperion took notice of the dark butterflies flying around, and both caught the dark butterflies in their hands and purified them with their magic, changing them back into gentle white butterflies that flew away.

"Goodbye butterflies," Viperion said.

Ladybug couldn't help but notice that Viperion sounded a bit melancholy when he said that, but then she saw the two children, who were akumatized, happily running back to their respective parents. Viperion turned to Ladybug, and Ladybug snapped herself out of it and called upon the magical ladybugs.

"Don't worry! Easy fix! The ladybugs will love to take care of all this cotton candy," Ladybug said.

The magical ladybugs did make quick work, happily eating all the cotton candy and restoring the trees back into emerald green leaves. Viperion managed to smile again.

"Thank you, Ladybug," Viperion said.

Ladybug blushed and placed her hand behind her head. “No problem Viperion.”

Then, Viperion gestured to her to take a walk with him, and Ladybug eagerly followed.

It was nice for them to walk together, but Ladybug was reminded of the two cotton candy vendors.

"Hey Viperion, are you sick of eating cotton candy?"

"Hm?" Viperion asked. He pondered for a moment, but then he chuckled into his hand. "Surprisingly, no."

"Really?" Ladybug cried.

As the two heroes walked, they both took notice of the two cotton candy vendors selling cotton candy again as if a sugar nightmare hadn't nearly destroyed the carnival.

Ladybug and Viperion stood momentarily, watching the vendors happily give everyone a cotton candy. But eventually, the vendors noticed the two heroes and happily ran up to them with paper cones of glittering cotton candy.

"Hello there, Ladybug and Viperion!" Said the vendor with the pink hair.

Ladybug raised her hand and felt awkward. "Oh hello Sir!"

The cotton candy vendor with the blue hair smiled next to Viperion. "Would you two children like some cotton candy?"

Ladybug and Viperion were stunned, but they giggled softly after a minute of silence.

"Of course!" Viperion said.

The two vendors smiled, but then they looked at each other before looking back at Ladybug at Viperion.

"Would either of you want strawberry," asked the pink-haired vendor.

"Or blueberry," The blue-haired vendor chimed in.

Ladybug placed her fingers on her chin and pondered. "I think I will have strawberry!"

Viperion grinned. "Blueberry is my favorite."

Ladybug enthusiastically ate the beautiful pink cotton candy, and Viperion couldn't help but watch his partner enjoy the strawberry fluff. Then Ladybug noticed Viperion staring at her, and he took a bite out of his blueberry candy cloud.

The two of them ended up sitting by the flowers, eating their cotton candy together and enjoying each other's company.

But both heroes couldn't help but notice that this all felt awfully familiar…

Although both Ladybug and Viperion didn't think about it further as they happily shared their cotton candy with each other. Almost breaking out into a cotton candy fight.

As heroes, a fun cotton candy fight sounded much better than fighting Akumas every week.

#lukanette #pro lukamari #my writing #my fanfiction

[dasher85]

calls

Inspired by those other games I play that would give you phone calls.

Modern AU with reader

Characters included: Ayato | Alhaitham

short phone call

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Ayato

He happily accepts your call with a smile, although he didn't expect you to call him right after he starts driving. He had to quickly adjust the earpiece before making a turn. 

Hello, dear… 

Yes, I'm driving home now.

Mmm, don't worry, it's on Bluetooth.

Are you alright?

Of course, I'll head to the pharmacy right away.

Don't worry about dinner, just lie down.

I'll be there in 30 minutes, do you need anything else?

Ice cream? I doubt eating ice cream would actually help with your headache.

Sore throat? Oh… I see. Understood.

Vanilla, as usual?

No? Ok, I'll get you the latest one on sale.

Except strawberries?? Alright.

Yes, I'll buy dinner as well. 

You want me to cook? Hmm… I'm worried that's-

Oh… just a simple dish?

I see… a chicken porridge with ginger, that wouldn't be a problem. 

It's alright, it's not troubling me.

…blueberry macarons? Where-

Got it, I'll make a quick detour to the pastry shop.

I've just arrived at the pharmacy, do you want me to stay on call?

Alright, I love you too~

He actually was speeding even while he's talking in a very calm voice. Still, no matter how many requests you'll add into the list, he'll gladly fulfil it. Of course, he still ended up watching a youtube cooking video as his reference just for a simple porridge.

"Be careful, it's still hot! Let me just blow the steam first." 

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Alhaitham

He really did read the caller's name twice with his squinted eyes just to make sure it was you. Otherwise, he wouldn't accept the call at all especially when it’s his rest hour and will click airplane mode afterwards.

Hmm?? Y/n?

What is it? It's 3am, why aren't you asleep?

Are you crying?... Tell me, what happened?

Calm down, I can't understand you if you're sobbing like that.

Are you hurt?

…Assignments? Really…

*Sigh* I told you to auto save your documents.

When is the deadline?

Why are you rushing? You still have plenty of time.

Of course the question is designed to be difficult, it's why-

Alright, alright… I'm not angry. I'm just…

Don't worry about it already, I'll help you first thing in the morning.

Yes, I have suitable materials for that.

I promise. I'll guide you through it.

*Sigh* Stop overthinking... Go to sleep now, it's late.

There is no what ifs… I'll make sure you'll finish it before the deadline.

Okay, I'm ending the call now…

Huh? Tsk. I'll come over, be there in a minute.

Despite it all, he still woke up, changed into decent clothes and be presentable as much as possible before he actually knocked on your door just opposite his house. Of course, he still gently wiped the tears on your eyes once he saw you opening the front door.

"You're alright, I'm here now."

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A/N: This was really random but it was really fun to write. Just let me know through request if there's any ideas for a simple phone call.

#genshin impact #kamisato ayato #genshin impact ayato #alhaitham #genshin impact alhaitham #genshin fluff #genshin modern au

[stardustgalaxy]

Oh no, the desire and inspiration to write stupid various DMC headcanons are taking over my soul… must…. Not… give in… blegh~!

I MUST ERUPT~!!!

💜Vergil faintly smells like blackberries, it’s subtle and beneath all those layers of ice and cold, screw that old school blueberry smell

💜We already know it’s a common H/C that Dante smells like strawberries… but he also faintly smells like a spilled bottle of cinnamon~ It’s an unusual combo but it also works…

💜Nero faintly smells like those flavors of blue raspberry, like you know the taste but he fucking SMELLS like it! (It gets worse post DMC5 awakening)

💜Lady does not like the texture of lace, idk why but she seems like the kind of person who loves the look but the texture against her skin makes her feel icky! Must be too used to the feel of leather…

💜if by some happen chance you manage to get a hug from Trish, it is to be noted that the feeling you get when there’s sparks in the air is a guarantee thing~ like during a thunderstorm, that tingly feeling!

💜Vergil, when stressed beyond normal, will listen to heavy scream-o metal while sipping on some tea and reading a book. No one is none the wiser since he’s wearing headphones~

💜Nico still has her sketchbook from when she was a really little kid, like she’s embarrassed as fuck if someone found it clearly hidden underneath some papers behind the counter, but when she’s feeling down she just looks at it and feels better~

💜Nico also has a collection of charm bracelets she made from spare parts used to make Nero’s Devil Breakers, wears them when no one is around mind you but Kyrie definitely has one~

💜Speaking of Kyrie, she is one of the rare few people out there that knows Nero has a full body pillow with a pillow cover of a body pillow… you know the one~ yes, that one~

💜Vergil very much so still has V tendencies, no matter how much he tries to… mmm, suppress those urges~ He has painted his nails black or a very dark blue color several times and i will NOT be convinced otherwise!!!!

💜Back to the super stress, Dante will play the guitar and I don’t mean like shredding away to relieve the tension! He will sit in the office in the blissful quiet and just play soft tunes to himself or whoever gets lucky enough to catch him, and on the acoustic guitar no less! Just… don’t ask him questions while he’s doing this, he is trying to find his inner happy

#I have wrote too many tags for this #dmc headcanons #lu.exe has crashed #bruh I feel better writing this stuff #phew I should do this more often! #Stardusty’s DMC Headcanonz

[askadrianalucardtepes]

Gaaah why is your bat form so heckin cute?!! I just wanna hold you and feed you little fruit slices oh my god!

"Oooh, fruit slices! Yes please, don't mind if I do! You may hold me if you're gentle, but I wish to be repaid in orange slices and strawberries for it please. I'll settle for apple and blueberry as well, but still. Mmm, fruuuuit... I'm craving it already."

#ask alucard #alucard #castlevania alucard #adrian fahrenheit tepes #askadrianfahrenheittepes #castlevania rp #ask blog #alucard castlevania #batlucard #bat

[crimsoncorpse03]

oh ookay!! can i request a Nana x Chihaya (they're so cute😭) (if ur okay w that!) one shot where they go shopping in a shopping center looking at different clothes and scents and in the end they eat something sweet (like a crépe) to finish off their date😋

Ofcourse I can do that !! This prompt is adorable btw :3

Nana was on her way to Chihaya's house to pick her up for the date. She approached the front door, knocked a few times, and waited for Chihyaya to respond. "one m-minute, p-please!" Chihaya yelled from inside her house. Moments later, the door opened and chihyaya walked out from her home, she had a cute red ribbon in her short black hair, and was wearing a cute light yellow dress, a white purse, frilly socks, and black mary jane style shoes. "Awww your outfit is adorable, chihaya" Nana was wearing a pink tshirt with polka-dots, jean shorts, and converse. "r-really? T-thank you Nana, i love you" "I love you too, we should get going now though hehe" Nana grabbed Chihayas hand and smiled.

((((((Timeskip bc I'm lazy))))))

They both arrived at the mall. "What d-do you w-wanna do first?" Chihaya asked Nana. "Mabye wanna head to the gift shop?" Nana suggested. "Ooo, sure!". They walked to the gift shop and walked in.

"Chihaya! Chihaya! Smell this candle it smells sooooo good" Nana ran over to chihaya with the candle. "*inhale* mmm! Cotton candy flower scented!" Nana giggled. "Right!! Hehe, also look what I found for you!" Nana showed chihaya a teddy bear, it had a blue plaid bow on its head, and it had a blue heart on its chest. "Awwww, Nana! Thank you!!" Chihyaya thanked Nana for the teddy. "Wanna check out now?" Nana inquired. "Mhm! Let's go!" Chihaya agreed, and they both walked to the cashier and they checked out.

They walk to another store, a fashion store, this store sells dresses, shoes, shirts, stuff like that, and the clothes were lolita fashion inspired.

"Ooo, let's go their!!" Nana grabbed chihayas hand and pointed to the store entryway with her other. "Oh- sure! T-thats where I got the dress I'm wearing-!" Chihaya said, as they walked into the clothing store and began looking around. "Eeee!" Nana squealed, as she carefully picked up a grey, flowy, short dress, it had a few white accents aswell, such as the white bow around the waist of the dress, and the white shirt collar on top, and the white sleeve cuffs, and white frill on the bottom. "Chihaya this would look adorable on you!!!! It would clash with your hair so well!!" Nana pointed to the dress as she held it up infront of Chihaya. "Oh, its q-quite expensive, n-nana" chihaya pointed to the price tag, it was 90$. "Ah, no worries, I'll cover for you, I have enough" Nana insisted on paying for the dress. "W-what?! Nana you r-really dont n-need to spend so m-much on me, it is a cute dress though..!" Chihaya said worryingly, she didnt want Nana to spend so much on her, she cared for Nana greatly. "No worries, c'mon let's go check out, are ya ready?" Nana said. "Hm, if you insist on buying the dress, then I wont stop you, also, I wanted to get this bracelet for you!" Chihaya held up a pink, pearl bracelet, it was all pink pearls, except for one white heart bead in the middle. "Aww, thank you, darling" Chihaya smiled sweetly and giggled. "Hehe" they both went to go check out.

"*Sigh* I'm hungryyy" Chiyaha said, tired and hungry, as she pat her stomach. "Mhm, me too, wanna head to the food court, we should get crepes, I heard they have a new blueberry chocolate flavor!" Nana pointed in the direction of the food court. "*gasp* yes! I've been craving crepes for forever!!" They walked towards the crepe station in the food court. "Oh? What would you two young ladys want?" The person at the till asked? She was wearing a navy blue and white maid style outfit, and black curly hair, tied into a ponytail, with a pink bow holding her hair together, and she had dark red shiny lipstick. "Ooo, I think I'll get a strawberry cream crepe, extra whip cream and strawberries please!" Nana ordered her crepe, and gave chihaya the look, signaling to her that it was her turn. "Right *clear throat* I want uhhhhh.... the... b-blueberry chocolate flavor" chihaya ordered hers.

(((((Timeskip to them eating, once again, I'm lazyyyy))))))

They sat down beside each other at a table, and ate their crepes. "Mmmm, yummy!!" Chihaya said, happily. "Mhm, these crepes are delectable" Nana agreed. "Oh! You have a little something on your face.." Nana picked up a napkin, and dabbed it on Chihayas upper lip. "Oh, s-sorry, hehe" Chihaya apologized.

They finished their crepes, and began heading out the mall, and to the train station to head back to Chihayas house, they were going to have a sleepover. They got onto the train after waiting 20ish minutes, and found a spot to sit beside each other. "That was alot of fun, Nana, thank you!" Chihaya thanked Nana. "Anytime, it was alot of fun!"

After a little bit, Chihaya got tired and fell asleep on Nanas shoulder. "Chihay- oh, hehe, shes sleepy" Nana spoke quietly once she realized, and pat her head and gave her a kiss on the forehead, and cuddled up with Chihaya.

The end!

A/n: sorry this took so long, I had writers block and also got caught up with other things, my apologies <3

#corpse party #rpg horror #corpa #corpse party blog #corpse party fanfic #fanfic #chihaya x nana #musashigawa girls middle school

[p-i-t-s]

OOOOH strawberry, so true. strawberry is definitely in my top 3, but I also love chocolate fudge and brown sugar. brown sugar are typically my go to bc I can eat them toasted or straight from the package :3

i dont think ive ever had the chocolate fudge ones before :00 but mmm yes the brown sugar ones are so good.... i also like the off brand blueberry ones too

#asks #ive never actually toasted them i just eat them out the package

[neonkoii]

pomegranate and mahogany?

pomegranate: favorite and least favorite fruits - i love most berries and also cherries. blackberries raspberries blueberries strawberries mmm give me those. also would kill for a good clementine sometimes. however i can NOT do any type of melon but especially watermelon i think it's partially taste and partially texture? but yeah i've never ever been able to do any sort of melon no honeydew no cantaloupe no nothing, ever since i was little

mahogany: what is your favorite instrument, in terms of sound? - okay so i just answered this one but i'll say again! i love ye old guitar but strings have some really cool applications in more modern music like the example i love is ocean avenue by yellowcard bc the violin is TOP TIER

#rowe responses #anon #ask game #thank you!

[39th]

fruit ohh i need a fruit. if i don't eat a fruit Right Now i think i'm going to die

#we ran out of oranges :( #crying #but mmm blueberries and STRAWBERRIES YES #and avocados too #wait are avocados even a fruit #are they a veggie or what #whatever all i know is that they're delicious and they're going in my mouth whether they're a fruit or a veggie #✰

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Healthy Competition***

Regé-Jean Page x Reader x Trevor Noah

Warning: Cursing. SMUT. Threesome. NSFW AT ALL. DP. Oral.

Words: 5k

Summary: Non-Covid world. End of Summary.

Note: I cannot be stopped. This is my first dip into either of these two on here. I tried to talk myself out of this, but I have no self-control. This is probably an acquired taste, but fuck it, I wrote this for my sanity.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy this.

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG ❤️❤️

 **Loosely Edited/Proofread**

 **Slightly Interactive**

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 “A toast to Regé, our good friend who we’re out celebrating tonight. Every guy should hide their girlfriends tonight because Mr. Steal your girl has arrived,” Trevor teased.

 Regé snorted and dropped his head back, laughing at his friend of almost ten years. He was absolutely ridiculous.

“Mate, you think you’re hilarious, don’t you?”

 Trevor shrugged, “I mean, I am the comedian here, so--.”

 He shook his head. “You’re not a very good one,” he teased back.

 “Well, your tastes are slightly askew than the rest of the world. You are British after all,” Trevor quipped, making him and their shared friends bust out laughing.

 “Oh, shut up. You’re the only one who has a problem with me being British, though we all know my Zimbabwean side would outperform your watered-down South African any day. The ladies prefer full strength over all else,” he slid home.

 Trevor laughed loudly, slinking to the side as he snickered. He knew he had him but knew Trevor would have some comeback. This was their usual banter.

 “Why do I smell a wager coming on? I feel like you’re saying you can get any woman in here to choose you over me.”

 He knocked back his drink with a smile. “Maybe I am saying it.”

 He watched Trevor gulp down his drink as their friends looked at each other with a cautious eye.

 “All right, enough. Y'all remember the last time this happened,” Adam interjected.

 “The last time? How about every time,” Marcus added before he took a sip from his glass.

 “Remember that girl in Brazil, that one we met on Ipanema Beach, she owned the beach shack,” Adam reminded.

 He remembered, and a few seconds after he did, he saw when Trevor did. His snickers returned.

 “There was nothing wrong there,” Trevor pointed out.

 “Yeah, because you won, proceeded to rub it in all night.”

 “You couldn’t even bother to close the door of the shack. You just wanted me to hear her,” he said, shaking his head as the memory washed over him.

 They’d gone back and forth with her all night. Each of them laid their game out, charmed her, put in their best work. He went to grab them all another round of beers and came back, and her small shack was shaking as her moans filled the night sky. Trevor’s laugh brought him out of his thoughts, making him roll his eyes.

 “See, that’s why we’re not doing this,” Marcus finished.

 “You’re not still salty about that, Regé, are you?”

 He shook his head and raised his hands. “Not at all. you win some, and lose some.”

 “One day, the two of you are going to pull this on someone who will make you two the competition,” Adam professed, making he and Trevor laugh.

 “It’s not like we swindle anyone, there is consent, and everyone knows what to expect and not expect,” he threw out as he stood.

 “Where you going?”

 “Refill,” he said, holding his glass up to show its empty state.

He walked out of their section of the VIP area toward the VIP bar slipping through the crowd, making sure to not bump into anyone. When he was mere steps from the bar, someone bumped him from behind, sending him lunging forward, knocking into the back of someone else. He heard a gasp and automatically thought he’d spilled someone’s drink. Sliding beside the stranger, he leaned closer.

 “I’m so sorry.”

 You turned to him, pulling an oversized candy cane from your mouth. Instantly his eyes dropped to your mouth and that candy cane that slowly revealed itself to be several inches long. When he clocked that it was about seven inches or so that you’d pulled out of your mouth, he lost every single thing he was thinking, even his bloody name.

 “Mmm, almost went too far,” you said, with a smile before you put the tip of the candy cane into your mouth. He instantly wanted to put something too far.

 He watched you raise your glass to your lips before you put it back to the bar’s surface, and in went the candy cane. He was speechless, and it was something that rarely happened.

 “Uh—I’m—sorry.”

 You smirked and swiveled the stool to face him again and perched the candy cane to the side of your plump painted lips, and spoke. “You said that already.”

 The way the red, white, and green colors of the candy cane looked with your lipstick made him wonder how other things looked with it. Clearing his throat, he looked away to behind the bar where all the bottles of liquor rested. He wasn’t trying to decide on what he wanted to drink. He was trying to gain some composure.

 He heard your snort beside him. “Cat got your tongue?”

 He looked to you, zeroed in on your eyes, and rose a brow. “What’s got your tongue?”

 You smiled slowly, then pulled out that damned candy cane making your lips make that juicy puckered kiss sound.

 “This candy cane at the moment.”

 You stared at him as if silently daring him to say something to it. He smiled and nodded his head. “You brought a candy cane to a club?”

 “It came with the drink,” you said, bringing the confection to the red-tinted liquid before you.

 He watched you stir the liquid and return the candy cane to its rightful place—against your tongue for you to lick it slowly. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him. It was a damn candy cane.

 “What can I get you?”

 Before he could speak, you did.

 “You look like a fun guy no matter what that crisp accent says. May I?”

 He studied you for a few moments, then shrugged before he motioned for you to go ahead. You trailed the candy cane along your bottom lip as you looked over the bottles that lined the wall. You looked like you were in deep thought, and he made a note of how adorable you looked with your perfectly crinkled eyebrows, pursed lips, and fist resting on your jaw.

 “Okay, I just need to know two things,” you began.

 He smirked and sat on the stool next to you. “And what is that?”

 You turned to him again. The crossing of your legs brought his eyes down to see the tempting split in the dress you wore. The luster of your skin raised the temptation he was feeling. He imagined how his hand looked on your body. It was the wrong thought at the wrong time because it made it impossible for him to look into your eyes again. He did, though, and when he did, he saw the mischievous glint in your eyes. He knew then, you were dangerous.

 “Your name and favorite color.”

 “Why my favorite color?”

 “If you tell me red, chances are you like strawberry undertones. If blue, maybe a blueberry or blackberry.”

 “What if it’s orange?”

 “Then we should end this conversation now and go our separate ways because no one can pull off orange anything.”

 He snorted and laughed. He liked you.

 “Safe to say red is yours?” he nodded to your drink as his clue.

 “Wrong, but this is about you. So tell me.”

 “Regé and grey.”

 Your eyes widened. “Regé as in reggae music?”

 He nodded but didn’t speak.

 “Wow, nice. I thought it was something stuffy like Albert.”

 “Just ’cause I’m British?”

 You smiled and shrugged. “And your favorite color, Regé, is grey.” I’m tempted to say grey isn’t a color, but okay. He’ll have that fifty shades of grey cocktail you tried to give me earlier.”

 “Uh-oh, something fruity, huh.”

 “Let’s add an extra shot for Mr. adventurous,” you added.

 Turning his attention to you, he licked his lips and watched you devour that candy cane.

 “What’s your name?”

 You smiled and pulled the candy out of your mouth. “Y/N.”

 He held his hand out for yours and waited for you to take it. Once you did, he shook it, never taking his eyes off of yours.

 “You’re beautiful,” he said.

 You didn’t speak for several moments, and he wondered if he should have kept that to himself.

 “Yes,” you said.

 “Yes? Yes, what?”

 You sucked the candy cane back into your mouth and took a sip of your drink. “Yes, I’ll let you buy me another drink.”

 Ten minutes came and went, then fifteen, and he was in no hurry to go back to his friends. Your conversation was entertaining and titillating. You held his attention easier than any other had. Not to mention everything you did had his heart pounding. Once you’d finished that damn candy cane, your glass was what brought his attention to your mouth. When the drinks were finished, his eyes roamed your exposed shoulders, cleavage, and thigh until his palms itched to touch.

 “I see what’s been holding you hostage, over here.” Trevor’s hand rested on his shoulder as he stood to there to his left.

 “Hostage? Hardly,” you responded with a smile.

 “I’m Trevor,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

 After a few seconds, you took it and let him shake it.

 “Trev here is a good friend of mine,” he began before taking a sip of his third drink. “Meet Y/N.”

 Trevor smiled again. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

 He couldn’t help but smile. He knew the game had begun. However, he’d had a twenty-minute head start. He watched Trevor order you another drink before suggesting you moved from the bar to go back to their section. You didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t know what you’d decide.

 “I’ll meet you there. I have to freshen up,” you said, pointing toward where the restrooms were.

 He pointed to where their section was before you walked off.

 “May the best African win,” Trevor said, holding out his hand, making him roll his.

  ~~~~~~~

 -Y/N-

You made sure to reapply your lipstick and rearrange your hair as you inspected your face. Pleased that your products were holding up, you stood there just staring at yourself, making a plan. They thought they were slick, you thought to yourself.

 MSG Fifi: He looked hooked.

 You smirked.

 MSG: He’s hot.

MSG Fifi: So is his friend. What’s the plan?

 You thought for a few moments because you hadn’t decided yet.  

 MSG: I’m going to go have a little fun. I’ll let you know.

 You adjusted your dress then walked out of the bathroom. In the loud club again, you looked around, trying to remember when they’d pointed. You didn’t remember. Suddenly you felt a body behind you and a hand on your hip.

 “Lost?”

 The sexy British accent told you just who it was. Smiling, you bit your bottom lip, deciding you liked how he felt pressed up on you.

 “What if I said I was?”

 You could feel his breath at your ear and smell the hint of grape and vodka.

 “I’ll find anything you want me to,” Regé groaned, making you tilt your head back to look at him over your shoulder.

 “Anything?”

 He smirked then licked his lips. “I’m not if not a gentleman. Anything, Y/N.”

 The look in his eyes had you frozen in place, wishing he’d bring his large hand lower. You scoffed and got yourself under control

 “Good to know,” you said before walking away, leaving him to follow behind you.

 Once Regé led you to the VIP section, Trevor stood holding your drink to you. Having not been born yesterday, you asked a passing waitress for a fresh drink. Neither of them took offense. When you sat, you were in the middle of both men and able to appreciate the beauty that you both were. They could have passed for brothers, and when they assured you that they weren’t, you relaxed a little more.

 After an hour, you’d learned quite a few things about both men. You leaned that while Regé had this overwhelming sensual vibing coming off him, he tended to hang back physically, but his eyes were all intensity, and you could tell he preferred words. When it came to Trevor, he approached things differently. He was a flirt through and through, and you could tell he preferred touch.

 They were both like opposite sides of a coin, and you couldn’t decide which side you preferred. Some days called for heads and others tails. One thing was sure; they were both feeling you, and neither of them could hide it. It was in the way Trevor touched you with sly touches and in the way Regé reacted when you went close to him to whisper something or bit your bottom lip.

 Two hours and countless drinks later, you still sat there with the two men, and you’d all but made up your mind. Regé leaned to you and whispered in your ear before he met your eyes. Nodding, you took his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. Once you got to a semi-secluded spot, the song changed to Teyana Taylor’s new school version of Tell me what you Want, and you watched him bop to the beat while keeping on point. You were impressed.

Regé spun you around, so your back pressed to his chest and his hands wrapped around you. he smelled incredible, almost as incredible as he felt. That was when your movements synced together and slowed. You were now swaying from side to side. You began circling your hips against him and let him hold your hands in the air as you got into it. Regé came to your ear and whispered.

 “Tell me what you want.”

 Your panties were instantly wet. Fuck, you thought. In front of you, you watched Trevor approach the two of you. Once he was in front of you, the song changed again, and the slowest, sexiest tune came on. The lights in the club changed to a deeper hue of red. Trevor came so close that his face was just inches from yours. His hand wrapped around the small of your back, pulling you against him.

 Goddamn, you thought as he moved your body how he wanted it. Your eyes met, and Trevor’s hand clasped your jaw in his large but soft hand. Slowly he slid his hand across your skin before you felt a hand on your hip spin you around. Your back was now pressed to Trevor’s chest while Regé was the one who was now inches from your lips.

 The two men sandwiched you between them, each focusing on different parts of you. Trevor’s hand was wrapped around your abdomen, searing absentminded circles on the material of the dress you wore, while Regé’s was squeezing your hip, sinking in his fingertips, so they marked you. Trevor’s jaw pressed to your ear, which Regé’s was resting against your cheek on the other side of your face. You doubted anyone could tell where you began and either of them stopped. When you felt a pair of lips press against your right ear, your breath hitched in your throat.

 Pulling back slightly, you gazed into Regé’s sultry almond-shaped eyes, and your hand balled the fabric of his shirt at his waist, hoping to control yourself.

 “Tell me what you want,” Regé repeated.

 Fuck it; you thought as you brought your lips to his kissing him with the scorching energy that was between the three of you. Regé delved his tongue into your mouth, wrapping it around yours, and it was then his hand slid lower on your hip and snaked back to your ass. As he cupped it, you released a moan unable to contain it any longer. When he sucked your tongue, you pulled back and nibbled his bottom lip. His moan caught you off guard and only fueled your steadily uncapping desire.

 You felt Trevor behind you begin to pull away from you, no doubt feeling like the loser of their masculine competition of the night. That was when you pulled from Regé’s lips and pulled him back to close the space he’d created. You had both men’s undivided attention, and the power you felt was unmatched. Bringing your lips to Trevor’s, you kissed him with the same fire you had Regé seconds ago.

 Again, you held control of this kiss. Trevor allowed you to decide just what you wanted to do, and it was probably going to be his downfall for the night. You bit his bottom lip, and his moan swam in your mouth, making you eat it like a succubus taking his life force. The decision was made.

 You pulled away and found their eyes on you. Smirking, you turned with their hands in yours and led them through the crowd. You were thankful you’d decided on the club inside the hotel rather than the other one you and Fifi were thinking of. Once in the hotel’s lobby, you beelined it to the elevator bank and wondered if they were at this hotel too. As the elevator doors opened, you stepped on and waited for either of them to press a button. This was their turn to make a decision.

 You pretended not to notice them give each other a look before Regé stepped forward and pressed nineteen. You smirked and rode up in silence. Interestingly enough, the elevator made no stops until it came to the nineteenth floor. You let them lead you, this time keeping a few feet behind them. You could feel their angst as they exchanged looks every few steps, no doubt trying to formulate a plan. It’s funny they still thought they were in control.

 The two stopped at the door at the end of the hall then opened it. Regé was the one holding the door open, and Trevor stood on the other side, letting you walk in. You glanced at both men, smirked then walked inside. You walked toward the bar you saw in the corner, then took up two bottles before you continued walking through the suite. You knew the layout was similar to yours, so you just walked where you expected the bedroom to be.

 Finding it easily, you walked in and found some music on the bedside table system, another easy feat thanks to apple music coming with every room. You pulled two chairs in front of the large window of the bedroom. You then walked to both of them and led them each to a seat.

 “Are you sure you want to do this?”

 You smiled at Regé’s sweetness and went toward him to sit on his lap.

 “Would you like me to leave?”

 He shook his head.

 “Then tell me what you want.”

 His lip quirked up at the side. He had to remember his words to you a little while ago.

 “Will you give it to me?”

 You kissed him again. as soon as your lips touched, his hands were cupping your ass, pulling you closer onto his lap. You felt the strain of his manhood against his jeans, and the anticipation had your sex quivering. Groaning, you pulled away and walked to the window. You put the bottles you held on the floor and turned to them.

 “Since you like competitions so much, the first one to move loses.”

 Trevor and Regé looked at each other quizzically. They didn’t get it yet. You untied the neck of the dress and slowly brought the straps down, careful not to allow it to fall from your body yet. Though the light in the room was scarce, you could tell the desire in both men’s eyes. You walked to Regé then turned your back to him.

 You swayed your hips from side to side to the rhythm of the music bringing yourself down to the floor before coming back up to bend in front of his face. Peeking behind you, Regé’s jaw was clenched so tightly that you thought it had to hurt. You stood and swayed again to the sounds of Sabrina Claudio. In no time, you were lost in the music bringing your hands to the back of your neck, letting the straps hang around your waist.

 Turning to them, you heard both audibly exclaim.

 “Fuck.”

 The accents were entirely different but sexy nonetheless.

 “Something wrong?”

 You stood between Trevor’s legs, topless, and circled your hips while doing your best snake charmer dance. You deemed it was acceptable because neither of them gave any indication otherwise.

 “You’re gorgeous,” Trevor whispered.

 You could see his hands clenching the arm of the chair and wondered just how much control he had in him. You pushed the dress off your hips and stood there in your thong.

 “Fucking hell,” Regé uttered when you turned your back to them. Using the strong knees you were blessed with, you brought yourself low and popped a baby twerk, not wanting to give either of them a heart attack. Every time you changed the direction of your hips, you looked over a shoulder to watch them watch you. They looked absolutely tortured.

 You walked to Trevor and stood there but stared at Regé. You motioned for him to come to you, and in seconds, he was by your side. You kissed him, taking the time to tease him with each passing second while noting he was a great kisser.

 “Lay right there,” you said, pointing to the spot between your feet. Regé obeyed, then you dipped down to your knees, your sex hovering over Regé’s mouth. You were about to speak, but shock cut you off.

 Regé wrapped his arms around your hips where your thighs met them and buried his face between your legs.

 “Oh fuck!”

 That was not the end of your shock because seconds later, you felt a wet velvety tip brush against your lips. You opened your eyes and came face to face with the impressiveness that was Trevor’s dick. You opened your mouth to speak, but a sharp stab of pleasure between your legs prohibited it. Your mouth fell open, and Trevor pushed himself into your mouth.

 You almost laughed. They were the dream tag team. The room quickly filled with moans and groans as you pleased Trevor and Regé pleased you. The way his tongue flicked against your clit was quickly bringing you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night. You knew if they had anything to say about it, you’d have more.

 “Shit, your mouth—it’s—incredible,” Trevor panted, rolling his head back.

 Not relenting, you bobbed your head faster on Trevor’s cock, taking him as far as you could. He grabbed your head and held it in place, then fucked your mouth, making you gag every so often.

 “Uuuug!”

 When he released your head you continued the pace and moaned on his flesh from the pleasure Regé was giving you but also the pleasure you got from giving it to Trevor. When you felt gentle nibbles, you pulled back and gasped, then began using your hands.

 “Oh, fuck, yes! Right there, mmmm!”

 Regé sucked your clit into his mouth as he reached up to one of your breasts to pinch your nipple. Following suit, Trevor did the same to the other, and that pushed you over the edge. Your screech was loud as it filled the room and probably the hall outside. Bucking your hips against his mouth, you rode his face as it was meant to be ridden.

 When you rolled off of Regé and collapsed to the floor, the men stood and surrounded you. Regé went to your head while Trevor between your legs. You watched him sheath himself with a condom before he met your eyes.

 “Are you sure?”

 You nodded before you reached to palm Regé’s pulsating and impressive member. As your mouth slid along Regé’s length, Trevor’s slid inside your heated core, stretching you deliciously before filling you perfectly with his thickness.

 “Good god,” Trevor whispered, hovering over you to catch his breath.

 “You’re so tight, Y/N,” Trevor moaned, beginning to circle his hips.

With a full mouth, you were unable to speak and instead used the pleasure you felt to return it tenfold to Regé. His head lulled back while his jaw dropped, and he grunted, sending the last few inches of his need into your throat. You fought your gag the best you could. Trevor then sped his thrusts. Each time he connected your bodies, your breasts swung, and your sex clenched around him, gripping him like a vise.

 Soon your moans and mumbles made it almost impossible to properly enjoy what Regé had to offer, so your hands to make up for the job your mouth couldn’t do. Trevor’s thrusts got rougher, and in seconds you’d come for the second time. Using your feet to push him off, you stood and crawled onto the bed. While lying there, you watched both men slowly approach you. Regé was the one between your legs this time while Trevor was beside you.

 Trevor wrapped his lips around a pert nipple, then sucked, licked, and nibbled it. As your mewls spilled from your lips, Regé still had yet to move an inch. He kneeled there, rubbing the tip of his cock across your soaking slit.

 “You’re so wet. Show me, Y/N.”

 You slinked your fingers between your legs and dipped one inside to show him the evidence of your overwhelming arousal. He smiled, then sucked your finger into his mouth before he thrust forward in one powerful move.

 “Fuck!”

 The men ravaged you, one with their mouth and the other with their skillful appendage. Where Trevor was girthy and nicely proportioned, Regé had been blessed with girth and an overabundance of length. It didn’t take much for you to come again and again and again. When you rolled onto Regé to take control, you took your time crippling Trevor as he stood in front of you.

 The room was sweltering, and your bodies were slick with sweat, so every move the three of you made, the sound of bodies rubbing together echoed throughout. If it wasn’t the slickness of skin, it was the squelching of your wetness as they plowed into you or you rode them into oblivion.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

 The feel of both men nestled snugly in your tight trove was close to have to see stars. You crashed your lips to Regé, who was underneath you while Trevor was behind. He pumped more vigorously into you, making you pant and whine with each connection. Trevor, not being the one to be outdone, slammed into you, coaxing that spot in you that you knew would soon have you combust into a million specks of dust as you floated the galaxy.

 “I’m coming,” Regé and Trevor both shouted as if competing for who could say it louder. You rocked your hips against Regé while slamming back onto Trevor. You intended to bring both men to their knees, but after a few movements, you realized that you’d come undone just as ferociously.

 “Come for me, Y/N!”

  Shivering, you tried to ignore the command as you repeated your actions over and over. Underneath you, Regé bit your nipple, and behind you, Trevor your shoulder. Either way, these men intended to sear their marks into your flesh. Something about that was so fucking hot. You sped your movements, and that was when your body shook.

 “Fuck!”

 Both men shook with you and released such loud grunts and groans that rivaled your own whining. Your orgasm was expected but what was not expected was how long it continued. After a minute, you were still coming with both men still trying to secure themselves as deeply into you as possible. Both thrust into you once more, and that was all you could handle before stars erupted behind your eyelids, making you clench around both of them.

 Trevor and Regé gasped and hissed before the three of you dropped onto the bed. You were between them as all three of you tried to catch your breaths.

 Your eyelids were heavy, your limbs tense, muscles tight, and between your legs sore. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. So you didn’t.

 ~~~~~~~

-The Next Morning-

When you opened your eyes, the sun had yet to rise from behind the high rise next to the hotel. It took several moments for your vision to return clearly. When it did, you looked around, recognizing you were not alone. You felt a body nestled to your back and one in front of you. You froze, not wanting to stir anyone awake. You didn’t want a whole morning after thing. This was not what this was. It took you some time to slither from the clutches of the gorgeous men you’d spent the night with.

 Once free you stood there for a few moments and took them in. Trevor was on his side back to the window completely bare assed. It was a nice one too. His arm was thrown over his head leaving only part of his face visible. He looked adorable asleep. Regé was on his back, one arm over his head tucked underneath the pillow he rested his head-on. That was where your head had laid, right on his chest as if it belonged there.

 You shook off any attachment that was trying to creep its way in. You didn’t often do things like this, matter of fact, this was downright as rare as a blue moon. However, you hated the cliché of women who got attached after clear one night stands. You never wanted to be one of them because you knew for a fact men always laughed at them. You wouldn’t be that cliché, you thought to yourself. You gave the men one last look, then turned to gather your things.

 Once dressed and inside the elevator, you smiled to yourself. They really thought they picked you up when in fact, you’d heard their friendly competitive banter and decided a little fun was in order. Seeing how the night went, it was safe to say you were the real winner.

 MSG Fifi: Everything okay?

 You smiled to yourself.

 MSG: Pussy put their ass to sleep. Call me, NyQuil.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[katsukissleepybean]

Karasuno's Third Years and how well they cook or bake HC's

Daichi Sawamura

• Now this man isn’t the greatest. But he knows how to make a decent meal.

• He would be surprisingly good at baking though!

• Like- omg he would make coffee and vanilla related goods.

• Definitely tried to make macarons but failed miserably..

• He tried again, only to fail once more so he called Suga for help.

• They.. uhm.. They tried macarons, but they didn’t turn out as macarons.

• It tasted nice though!

• Anyways,

• Daichi adores coffee.

• Dark, sweet, milk or no milk. He doesn’t care, he loves coffee.

• He once brought some coffee he brewed for Takeda and Ukai.

• They were very thankful and lowkey hoped they would get another one sometime.

• Daichi made Ukai a cinnamon-ish flavored coffee with some almond-milk, while Takeda got a vanilla one with an extra shot espresso so it would be bitter.

• God you should’ve seen Takeda’s face, he l o v e d it so much.

• Takeda adores the bitterness, while Ukai can only take sweet coffee. Ukai can’t handle the bitterness lol

Koushi Sugawara

• Stfu he adores strawberries and blueberries. Change my mind.

• Ugh, don’t forget cinnamon.

• God does he love cinnamon.

• Suga is obsessed with Strawberry Shortcake.

• AND- OMG- HE L O V E S AMERICAN PANCAKES WITH BANANA AND CHOCOLATE SAUCE STFU

• Ahem.. Anyways,

• Suga is an okay cook and baker, some would think he is the best out of the entire team, but not so much.

• Some days he makes little extras and gives it to the team.

• He so carries around snacks and stuff to feed the team if they are out somewhere. (Credit to my bestie for this idea)

• He makes separate bento’s you know, he knows what everyone likes. Litterally.

• Sometimes he also has bento’s specifically for two people, so those two share and stuff and Suga is just watching from the sidelines like; “yes, befriend, befriend. Now talk.. Yes talk. Share your love for the same foods.” He would be talking to himself as if he was playing the sims.

• Omg he would so match people based on their preferences of food. For example Daichi loves waffles and Asahi does to? Couple. They would make a great couple in Suga’s mind.

• Suga out here shipping people based on their favorite foods smh.

• We stan a hard-working king though, hello?

• ANYWAYS THIS WAS ABOUT COOKING AND BAKING IM SORRY-

• But yeah, Suga would be an fine cook in the kitchen LMAOO

• God he does makes the best breakfast foods I’m sure..

• Like- The eggs would have the right amount of pepper. And the bacon is justcooked right.

Asahi Azumane

• This man.

• THIS MAN.

• MMM HE COOKS WELL BOYS

• Anyway- Yes he cooks outstanding.

• Iufdgsfmn- the way he roasts that steak- HGHJM

• It’s cooked perfectly.

• And u wanted a salad? You will never buy salads at the grocery store again- gOSH THEY ARE GOOD

• He would whip out this sauce he made with some mayo and other seasoning you know? And oifgkujy it would taste so good together i-

• He picked up this hobby due to trying to find a stress relieve. He started out with simple dishes, but the stress didn’t really lessen so he decided to make more difficult dishes and the stress became less.

• He would be SO INSECURE about his cooking though.

• So much to the point he literally stresses about poisoning his friends because of his cooking.

• He is so scared about that thought-

• It’s because when he first started to pick up his liking of cooking, someone stated it tasted odd and not a day later the same person got sick (they turned out fine but it really shook Asahi up)

• Ever since then he does everything so precisely-

• I mean he already did, but now you are not allowed in the kitchen when he’s cooking. Otherwise you make him nervous and he would fuck up.

• OMG- He doesn’t mind as much when he cooks with someone together!

• Sure, he will still double check and such but he trusts the other (Nishinoya not so much lmao)

• “No no- im sure not that much goes in- ah..-“

• Nishinoya dumps in to much of something and Asahi mentally just panics.

• Nishinoya doesn’t see any issue and is just like ‘when you add to much of this, then just add this, this and this and its fine again!’

• Pls- Asahi is better of cooking alone or maybe with just Suga or Daichi. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Haii- UHM AHA this is my very first post and I am very confused about how tumblr works so yeah, we live. Anyway- uhhhhh- enjoy this????? ngl im nervous as all hell :D i might do a part two on this but idk- this was all to see if i want to post here anyway

Also did I write this okay??????? I’ve never written hc’s before lol so yea🕺 Anyways- i will do another part on this with the Karasuno second years, and after that one the first years✨

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[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you like the same foods as me? survey by joybucket

Section 1: Breakfast Foods

scrambled eggs: Yes, but I do prefer sunny-side up or over-easy.

coffee cake (it's bread mixed with cinnamon): Yesss. So good.

pancakes: I very rarely eat pancakes, but I like them. Waffles are better.

bacon: Ew, no. I don't get the obsession.

waffles: Yep. I'm perfectly fine with just good ol' Eggo's to be honest.

maple syrup: Mmm, of course. Gotta have that with pancakes and waffles. And maple flavored things like maple donuts or maple and brown sugar oatmeal.

toast with raspberry jam: I don't think I've ever had raspberry jam, but I think I'd like it. I like grape and strawberry.

sausage: I used to, but it can be a little spicy and I can't have spicy food anymore. :(

Egg McMuffin: Yeah, with cheese.

blueberry muffin: Blueberry muffins are delicious.

a salad - eaten for breakfast: Not something I've ever wanted to have for breakfast.

pasta- eaten for breakfast: Pretty sure I haven't had pasta for breakfast either. I stick to the pretty common breakfast foods. Honestly, I mostly just have eggs.

granola bars: Yeah, they were good to just grab and go when I was in school or just to have as a snack.

yogurt and granola: Nah, I'm good. Not a big yogurt fan anyway and if I were to have any it was like a Go-Gurt or the Trix flavored ones, haha.

Section 2: Lunch or Dinner

macaroni and cheese: I'm not obsessed, but I like it. I prefer macaroni salad.

ravioli: Mmm, spinach and cheese ravioli is delicious.

tortellini: Pesto tortellini is the best.

mashed potatoes: Love mashed potatoes and gravy.

baked potato soup: I actually haven't tried it before cause I'm not much of a soup person, but that is one I have thought about trying.

cheesy potato soup: ^^^

chicken corn chowder soup: I don't like seafood.

butternut squash soup: That doesn't sound appealing to me.

chicken salad sandwich: Never had it.

chicken Caesar salad: I like Caesar salad, but I don't recall having it with chicken.

chicken salad wrap: Nah, not a wrap person.

ham and cheese with crackers: Swap the ham with turkey, salami, or bologna then yes.

spinach artichoke dip: Yesss. Especially when it's warmed up and you have sourdough bread to dip with.

breadsticks: Love them and love when they’re served at restaurants with olive oil. <<< Saaame. I like them with marinara sauce, too.

Section 3: Foreign Foods

sushi: Nooooo.

sesame chicken: I've never had it.

sweet and sour chicken: Yum.

General Tao's Chicken: Never had it.

rice with chicken, vegetables, and pineapple: Never had that, but it doesn't appeal to me at all.

lasagna: I like lasagna and my mom makes a very delicious one, but in recent years I've become very particular and picky (even more so) with food and textures, and I don't enjoy lasagna noodles anymore. It's a shape thing. It's actually the same with tortellini. For whatever reason, those noodles are harder for me to eat. I like thin or penne noodles.

garlic bread: Garlic bread is the bomb. I love garlic. I love bread.

tacos: I would prefer a burrito or just skip out on the tortilla altogether to be honest, BUT I do love me a Doritos taco from Taco Bell.

nachos: I already talked about this recently, but I've been into using these chips called Andy Capp's Cheddar Fries in place of the typical tortilla chip or even French fries and making nachos with those consisting of beans, shredded cheese, gravy, guac, sour cream, cilantro, and onions. It's SO good.

pizza: I do love me some pizza. It's not something I crave a lot, but I do enjoy it.

quesadillas: Shredded chicken quesadillas are good. I don't have them very often either, though. Taco Bell's chicken quesadilla with their is avocado ranch is really good, though.

spaghetti: Spaghetti and meatballs are yummy. Instead of lasagna give me that.

chicken fried rice: It's fine. Not a big rice person, but I can eat fried rice or Mexican rice. I don't like just white rice.

crab rangoon: Mmmm, I've actually been really into that lately. I like when they're crispy and really stuffed with cream cheese.

Snacks: Chips and dips are my favorite snacks.

apples: Meh. It's been quite awhile since I've had an apple. I used to eat them more when I was younger with like peanut butter or salt.

grapes: I don't recall the last time I had grapes either as it has been awhile, but I like them. I'm just not a fruit person, it's not something I crave or reach for.

strawberries: They're good, but it's the same thing as I said with the previous answers. Chocolate covered strawberries are yummy, though.

crackers: I like buttery, garlic-y, or cheesy crackers.

protein bars: Ew, nooo.

milk chocolate: I like it. White chocolate is my favorite, though.

bananas: I would say they're my favorite if I were to choose a fruit and one I have more often in comparison to any other fruit. Banana milkshakes are my favorite.

popcorn: Extra butter and salt, please. Movie theater popcorn is the best. Ooh, and I recommend getting this garlic parm popcorn seasoning you can find at the store and some movie theaters.

Candy: Eh, not a big candy person. I much prefer brownies, cookies, cupcakes, donuts, muffins, ice cream/milkshakes, cheesecake...

Reese's: I loved 'em growing up, but for some reason in recent years I haven't been as into them. I'm also kind of thinking I may have developed a slight reaction towards peanut butter.

Sour Skittles: I hate sour foods so this is a no for me. <<< Me, too. They irritate my mouth and tongue and I just don't find the sour sensation enjoyable at all.

Hershey's Cookies and Cream bars: Yum. I wish they'd bring back the Halloween version (it had candy corn pieces instead) and the Christmas one (it had candy cane pieces) as well.

Tootsie Fruit Chews: Nah.

gummy bears I don't like gummy candies.

Jolly Ranchers: As a kid I had those all the time, the watermelon ones especially.

Smarties: I like 'em even though there's nothing exciting about them.

Sweet Tarts: Nah.

Reese's Pieces M&M's: Those are two different candies, though? Or I've somehow missed out on that combo. Either way, I like both.

Laffy Taffy: The banana ones were good.

Airheads: Nah.

Next Section: Dessert

chocolate brownies: Loveeee.

chocolate pie: Meh, no thanks.

coconut cream pie: Ew, coconut anything is a hard pass.

apple pie: No thanks. I really don't care for pie except for cheesecake.

pumpkin pie: Nooo. I don't like pumpkin anything.

key lime pie: Nope.

peach pie: Nope.

strawberry swirl cheesecake: Now this is a big yes. Love it.

cream puffs: Meh, I don't think they're that great.

custard-filled donuts with chocolate frosting: I don't like filled donuts.

chocolate chip cookies: I enjoy a good chocolate chip cookie now and then, sure.

peanut butter cookies: I like them.

gingerbread cookies: Nooo.

chocolate fudge: Yum. I love fudge, but if we're talking cookies Keebler has Fudge Sticks, which are fudge covered vanilla wafer cookies and they're so addicting.

chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream: Yum yum.

vanilla ice cream: I do enjoy just a classic vanilla shake or ice cream as well.

rainbow sherbet: I like it in this punch my mom makes, but I don't eat it by itself.

strawberry cream pie: No. I thought we were done with the pies.

strawberry shortcake: Nah.

chocolate-covered strawberries: White chocolate covered strawberries, please.

apple crisp: Nah.

pudding: Not a big pudding person, but banana pudding is quite good and something I'll have now and then.

Last Section: Some more that I thought of!

yams: No.

corn on the cob: It's easier and preferable to eat off the cob.

apple cinnamon oatmeal: Sure. I prefer brown sugar and cinnamon, though.

hard-boiled eggs on salads: Yes, that's a must.

dried cranberries on salads (aka craisins): Ew, no.

coleslaw: No.

pita and hummus: Hummus is gross.

ham and pineapple pizza: Nooo.

peanut butter and jelly sandwich: I like them, but I rarely have one. I actually did have an Uncrustable this morning, though.

finger jello: Finger jello? Not sure what that is, but I'm not a fan of jello, so I'm gonna say no.

avocado toast: With a sunny-side up egg, yes please.

Special K with Berries (it's a cereal): No.

snickerdoodles: They're good.

crab dip: Nooo.

teriyaki chicken sandwich: I like teriyaki chicken, so I'd probably like it.

kale: Never had it, have no desire to try it.

spinach: Love it.

pumpkin bread: Blech, no.

zucchini bread: Ew, nooo.

whipped cream Yesss.

blueberry scones: Sure.

cranberry scones: Nooo. I don't like cranberry anything.

carrots and dip: Raw carrots and ranch are good.

watermelon: Refreshing treat. Haven't had it in quite awhile, though.

clementines: No.

fish and chips: Nooo.

lobster dip: I do not like seafood.

pasta with shrimp: ^^^

Arby's curly fries: A lot of people obsess over 'em, but I personally wasn't impressed.

buffalo Mac and cheese: I can't eat spicy food anymore, but back when I could yes please. Mac and cheese with chili oil or Sriracha was bomb, too.

chicken wings: Boneless, yessss. One of my fave foods.

chicken nuggets: Yum.

mangoes: I used to like chili covered mangoes back in the day.

ham and cheeese omelette: No on the ham.

enchiladas: They're good.

clams: Nooo.

caramel: Yummy. Omg, now I want a caramel frappe.

peanut sauce: Never had it.

peanuts: Sure.

apple butter: Never had

soy sauce: Yeah, I like to dip my Chinese food in it.

trail mix: Sure.

bagels: Bagels with strawberry cream cheese is the best.

English muffins: With egg and cheese.

croissants: Mmmm, fresh, buttery, flaky croissant.

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[preciouspeterbparker]

i wish i were, part 2

link to part 1

summary: it’s tony’s 18th birthday

warnings: non-con voyeurism, underage masturbation, underage sex, step-sibling inc*st, angst, fluff (can you believe it???)

word count: 3.3k

feedback is always welcome and appreciated!

enjoy!!

-bloo 

The sharp sound of knuckles on a wooden door, accompanied by a sweet, loving voice he’s known his whole life. "Good morning, sweetheart." 

Peter rouses from his sleep, grumbling at the soft yet incessant knocking on his door. He blinks blearily in the direction of the voice before burying his face in the warm spot on his pillow. "'M up," he croaks, clutching the comforter closer to his chest. "Just...just four...mmm...four more minutes…"

"Peter," comes Mom's soft chuckle as she enters the room. Her slippered feet shuffle along the floor as she makes her way over to the bed. Her fingers card gently through Peter's slightly sweaty sleep-mussed curls. "You wanted me to wake you up a bit early this morning, remember?" Maria laughs again at the grumbling that leaves the teen's mouth in response. She leans down to press her lips to the side of his head in a kiss. “You wanted to help make Tony’s birthday breakfast,” she reminds him gently. 

“Yeah, I know,” Peter yawns, wriggling under the covers for a minute before pushing himself up into a sitting position. The comforter falls to his lap as he stretches, extending his arms in the air above his head and rolling his bare shoulders. “Did we decide what we were making? Chocolate chip waffles? Or blueberry?” 

“Well, I was thinking chocolate chip. But your father,” she says pointedly, as if Richard can hear her from where Peter knows he’s sitting in his armchair with a mug of coffee and staring blankly into space, “forgot to get them when he was at the store. So, how about we go a little crazy and use M&M’s, hmmm?” Her hands go out in front of her in a ‘ta-da’ motion, hazel eyes twinkling playfully. 

Snorting, the teenager climbs out of bed, adjusting the black joggers slung along his hips. He snags a random t-shirt from his dresser and pulls it down over his head. “Sounds good, Mama.” Peter gently bumps up against her affectionately as they leave his room, heading down the hallway and taking the stairs down to the kitchen. 

“Hey Dad,” Peter grins at his father, who is indeed zoned out in the living room and jumps a bit at the sound of his voice. Typical. 

Richard rolls his eyes at Peter’s giggling and sends him a smile. “Morning, Pete. Morning, honey,” he adds on when he sees Maria descending the stairs behind his son. He gets up to follow them into the kitchen, standing behind his wife and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “And where’s our legal adult? Already out buying lottery tickets and cigarettes?” He gulps down a sip of his coffee and takes a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen island. 

“Hush, Richie,” Maria chides, pulling her blonde hair up into a bun and grabbing her apron from its hook by the pantry. “You know Tony’s never up before ten on a Saturday, at least not of his own volition.” Reaching into the cabinet above the stove, she pulls down the flour and baking powder. “Punkin, can you get the eggs and vanilla, please?” 

The teen hums in assent, pulling the carton out of the fridge and sidestepping to the pantry where he narrows his eyes at the racks on the back of the door that are filled with bottles of different spices and seasonings. “I don’t see vanilla,” Peter mutters under his breath. There’s almond extract, peppermint extract, lemon... “Mom, I don’t- Oh, nevermind, found it,” he exclaims with a flourish, brandishing the small red and white box in the air. 

Warm conversation and the sounds of cooking fill the kitchen as Peter and Maria make breakfast, Richard chiming in from his perch at the island. Soon, there’s a large stack of rainbow-spotted waffles on a platter, laid out on the table with whipped cream, dishes of cut up cut up bananas and strawberries, and a bottle of chocolate syrup. 

Richard gets up to pull some plates out of a cabinet and brings them over to the dining room table along with four sets of silverware. “Peter, will you go wake up your brother? Bring him down so we can sing. And eat, these waffles look amazing.”

“Yeah, sure thing, Dad.”  Peter heads upstairs, passing his room and the bathroom before stopping in front of the door that’s across from his. “Tony?” He taps his knuckles on the wood a few times and waits until he hears Tony’s mumbled greeting. Smiling softly, he twists the knob and pushes the door open, leaning on the jamb as he does so. “Wake up, T,” he sing-songs, “it’s time for your birthday breakfast.” He curses the butterflies that have become active and hopes that he looks more casual and less obvious than he feels. 

Peter’s breath catches in his throat once the door is fully open and Tony’s in his line of vision. The now-eighteen year old is sitting up in his bed, lit up by the morning sun shining in through the window on the opposite wall, comforter pooled around his waist. His dark hair is rumpled and wild. Peter fleetingly wonders if that’s what it would look like if he were to run his fingers through it, if he were to pull at it while-

“Mmm, g’mornin Pete-squeak. I was getting ready to come down. Smells so good it woke me up.” Tony raises his arms above his head, stretching, and thrusts his hips up a bit as he curls his bare back. Heat blooms in Peter’s gut at the way his older brother’s muscles shift under his tanned skin, at the thatch of hair under his arms, and it intensifies when Tony’s legs shift as he changes his posture to an arch, dislodging the covers. 

Peter tries his best not to stare at the line of dark hair that goes from Tony’s belly button down into the front of his gray sweats. He’s- fuck, he can see the thickness of Tony’s cock pressed up against the fabric. Fuck, Tony's gotta be at least half hard… Or, God, is he that big soft?

He concludes that the latter must be the case, because Tony slides right out of the bed and shuffles towards him without an ounce of shame. His hand lands on the top of Peter's head, ruffling the already messy curls in his signature move. Peter wrinkles his nose, and almost ducks away from the touch before remembering to take what he can get when it comes to the feeling of his brother’s hands on his body.

"Let's go Pete-squeak, 'm starving." Tony lumbers through the door after grabbing a black t-shirt shirt off the floor and yanking it down over his head, and Peter follows dutifully behind him, the two making their way down the stairs. So what if his eyes are on Tony’s ass the whole way down.

Maria and Richard must have been listening for them, because it seems that the two immediately start singing from their places at the dining room table when they hear the boys reach the landing at the bottom of the stairs. 

Tony promptly rolls his eyes at their parents, but Peter feels himself go a little hot when he notices the pink tinge that spreads over his brother's cheeks. There's a shimmer in Tony's eyes and Peter thinks, not for the first time, that his brother is kind of sickeningly beautiful. He takes a seat across from Mom at the table, Dad to his right and an empty chair to his left. 

“Oh, Tony,” Maria coos once they've concluded their slightly off-pitch rendition of happy birthday, her own eyes shimmering with tears. She wipes them away with a sniffle. “My baby, I can’t believe you’re eighteen! Feels like just yesterday I was bringing you home, all eight and a half pounds of you!"

Tony makes eye contact with Peter before sitting down next to Mom and Peter, across from Dad. “Relax, Mama,” he chuckles, already reaching to stab three waffles with his fork and pile them onto his plate. Once he’s made his (nearly overflowing) plate, everyone else follows suit. “Thanks for making breakfast Mama, you too Pete. Thanks for...offering moral support while they cooked, Pop,” he grins at Richard, making Peter snort. 

“Got any big plans today, sweetheart?”

“Not really,” Tony says around a mouth full of waffle, chocolate, banana, and whipped cream. The groan he lets out is absolutely indecent- or maybe that’s just the way it sounds to Peter as he tries to inconspicuously shift in his seat. “Fuck, these are so good, Momma.” Tony’s eyes are closed, so he definitely doesn’t notice the way Peter’s pupils are blown, nor does he see the long-suffering side-eye he knows both parents are throwing at him for his language. 

 “Well,” Maria continues, taking a bite of her own waffle, “I’m sorry Dad and I are busy, but we’ll all go out for dinner tomorrow night, how’s that sound?” 

Richard nods in agreement, taking another sip of his coffee. “We can go to that Mexican place downtown you guys love so much.”

Tony bobs his head as he chews, reaching over to flick Peter’s ear. “No problemo, I was thinking maybe me and Pete-squeak can hang out today, anyway. And yes on dinner.”

Peter squawks around a mouth full of waffles, swinging his leg out to kick the brunette in the shin, ignoring Dad’s muttered “No violence at the table please, boys”. He screws his face up in mock indignation. “What makes you think I’m not busy today?”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Are you?” The he says it and the twinkle in his eyes feel like a challenge but-

Taking another bite, Peter shakes his head. There’s no use trying to deny it when he purposefully kept his schedule clear for the day in hopes of spending it with Tony. “Nope. I’m all yours.”

*

Tony notices the way that Peter looks at him sometimes, he's not stupid. He just chooses not to acknowledge it. (Well, admittedly, first he noticed the way Peter was around Pepper. His little brother has never been particularly comfortable around people who weren’t family, but this is different. He’s noticed the way that Peter makes himself scarce whenever he invites his girlfriend over (which, to be honest, he usually appreciates because who wants their sibling around when they’re trying to make out with their partner??), or the way he goes quiet whenever she’s brought up in conversation.) If Tony doesn’t acknowledge it, then he doesn’t have to think about the way it makes him feel, the things it makes him think. 

And it works, for the most part. They spent the day binge-watching superhero movies on the couch, dozing off and on. Mom and Dad still weren’t home at dinner time, so Tony had suggested they make spaghetti, for no specific reason other than it’s the only thing he knows how to make. It was nice, jamming to 70s rock and singing along with Peter, talking about everything and nothing at all. They parked themselves back on the couch to eat dinner, choosing some random slapstick comedy on Netflix.

The movie’s over now and Peter just headed into the kitchen with their plates, claiming he had a surprise for Tony. The older teen leans back on the couch, stretching. He notices how dark it is; they’d turned the lights off once they finished eating in order to get rid of the glare on the TV. He debates getting up to turn on one of the lamps when he hears footsteps approaching. 

Peter comes out from the kitchen and walks towards the couch. He’s holding a cupcake in his hands, a red single red candle placed in the center of the blue frosting. There’s a square red-wrapped box tucked up under one of his arms. In the dim lighting that shines in from the kitchen, the small flame reflects in the depths of his brown eyes, face illuminated in the glow. “Happy birthday to you,” he sings softly, eyes trained on the cupcake rather than Tony himself. 

Tony’s suddenly struck with just how beautiful Peter is. He’s never really noticed it before (he has, but he’s been in denial for so long that he’s started to believe the lies he tells himself). His chestnut curls are strewn haphazardly on his head, and though he can’t quite make them out right now, Tony thinks of the freckles scattered over his cheeks and nose. 

“...Happy birthday, dear Tony, happy birthday to you,” Peter finishes, sitting down on the couch beside him. He holds the cupcake out towards his older brother. “Make a wish,” he smiles, shifting the present that’s fallen into his lap.

“Hmmm,” Tony breathes, carefully taking the cupcake into his own hands. “What to wish for,” he mutters playfully, smiling back at Peter. He thinks for a moment before closing his eyes. He blows the candle out without making a wish, but what Peter doesn’t know won’t hurt him. He sits the cupcake down on the coffee table before making grabby hands at the box Peter’s now holding in his hands. “What’s that, Petey?”

“It’s uh,” Peter starts, swallowing. “A camera?” It comes out sounding like a question. “I know you’re leaving soon, for college, and I just- For memories- I don’t want you to...forget me,” he finishes quietly. 

...Tony doesn’t know what to say to that yet he opens his mouth anyway. But before he can get the words out, Peter seems to catch himself and brightens up. 

“And I want you to take pictures of everything at MIT so you can show me when you come back to visit- I’ve never been away from home before, I want to see what it’s like, what kind of fun stuff you get to do. Get some ideas for when I leave, next year.”

Tony tries not to let his feelings show on his face, choosing to let Peter’s first comment go. He gently takes the box from his brother’s hands and unwraps it, pulling out the polaroid camera. “This is so cool,” he grins. “Thanks so much, Peter.” Bumping their shoulders together, he starts to fiddle with the settings. “Help me get it set up so we can take some pics.”

Peter’s grin lights up the room.

***

Peter knew it was too good to be true, that something wasn’t adding up. He didn’t get good things like this. He didn’t get to be happy like he was today. And he had been so happy, happier than he’s felt in months. 

He had deluded himself into thinking that Tony choosing to spend the day with him meant something special...now Peter knows better. He knows that he was just something to pass the time until Tony got to see who he really wanted to spend his big day with. He’d been caught off guard but honestly not surprised when the doorbell rang this evening, followed by Tony’s footsteps rushing down the hall and down the stairs, and he’d quietly closed his door at the sound of Tony’s breathy, excited, “Hey, Pep. Come on in, baby. Nobody’s home, just Peter.”

Just Peter. And that’s the thing, isn’t it? That’s all he would ever be, just Peter. 

Now Peter’s laying in bed, facing the wall that his room shares with Tony’s. His eyes are red and sore from crying, and his lips taste like salt from the snot and tears. There’s a pile of cold, wet crumpled up tissues touching his elbow, tucked up close to his body. He’s bothered by the sensation but not enough to do something about it. He doesn’t have the energy.

Blinking slowly and wincing, Peter unlocks his phone and squints at the bright light in the darkness of the bedroom. 10:47pm. He was crying longer than he thought, almost two hours. No wonder he feels so worn out. He can no longer hear the sounds of whatever movie Tony and Pepper were watching downstairs. He briefly wonders if she went home-

But then two pairs of footsteps are making their way down the hall, and one keeps going towards what he presumes is Tony’s room while the other stops briefly in front of his door. Peter quickly fumbles with his phone to lock it and make the screen go dark, jerkily pulling the covers up over himself to hide his body, leaving only the top of his head exposed on the pillows as he feigns sleep. He just barely makes it before his door creaks open slowly. 

“Pete? You up?” Tony’s voice is a whisper, and Peter desperately tries to control his breathing despite the way his heart is racing unsteadily in his chest. His performance must be convincing because a moment later his door closes softly and he can hear Tony’s footsteps leaving and then the sound of another door shutting. 

"Fuck." It's Tony's voice that Peter hears first. “Been missing you all day, Pep. Kept wishing you were here.” Though muffled, the words are pretty easy for him to make out; they must be on Tony’s bed. (For the first time, Peter wishes that their beds weren’t sharing a wall. He regrets rearranging his room last summer. The sounds he’s heard over the past months no longer seem worth it. He doesn’t want to hear this, whatever it is.) 

A feminine chuckle is what he hears next. “I just wanted you to be able to celebrate with your family. We’ll have plenty of time together in Boston.” Oh yeah. Pepper’s going to Boston too, attending Harvard rather than the engineering school. Peter tries really hard not to think about it, the amount of time they’re going to have alone together. “You’re leaving soon, and I know they’re going to miss you, especially Peter. He thinks you hung the moon, babe, it’s so cute.”

Peter tenses, and if he had hackles they’d definitely be up right now. He feels angry and attacked and seen in a way that makes him want to claw the skin off his body. His fists clench, nails digging into his palms and leaving crescent-shaped indentations in the flesh. 

“...Know what else is cute? You.” He can almost imagine Tony’s saying the words to him, instead. 

It’s quiet for a few moments and he foolishly thinks maybe they’ve gone to bed but then he hears the faint yet distinct sound of wet kisses, accompanied by choked off moans and whimpers. It feels like he’s gotten ice water dumped over him. He picks up on the quiet creaking of the mattress. 

Pepper, high pitched and breathy, trying to keep her voice down. "Tony, yes, yes, right there." More whining and groaning, then-

Then Tony. "Yeah, honey? Like the way I fuck so deep in your pussy? Can you feel me all the way back there?" Peter can’t help but get hard at the sound of Tony’s voice saying the words, even though his heart feels like a stone in his chest. He feels like he’s lost feeling in most of his body, only registering the throbbing in his groin and the tightness in his ribcage. He distantly thinks that he must be dissociating but, maybe not because he’s aware, he- "Love how you're so wet on my cock- so tight, baby, fuck."  

Peter shudders as he spits into his palm and shifts on the bed to turn onto his side. One hand snakes its way under the covers and into his boxers where his cock is rapidly filling out. He strokes himself to the quickening rhythm of the creaking and closes his eyes, trying not to picture what’s happening on the other side of the wall. It doesn’t work, but he doesn’t wipe away the tears that start to spill out from his eyelids. He’s close already, he’s so pathetic-

“Oh, fuck, Tony, please, gimme-”

“Mmmm, yeah baby- God, shit, I’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up- Fuuuck, fuck-” 

With a sob, he cums into his fist at the sound of his brother’s release, burying his face into the pillow to muffle his cries. Peter takes a shaky breath and shakes his head against the fabric to wipe the tears away as the sobs intensify, wracking his body. He's gasping for air that will never come.  

It’ll never be better than this.

#starker #starkercest #tony x peter #bloo writes bad things (tm)

[fubukiswifenoimnotjoking]

Hi yes im gay and i also like One Punch Man, what fruit do you think the characters like? (also Zombiemask? yay or nay)

Hullo fellow gay 😏😏😏 how are you on this magical day 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

I think I’ll only do a few characters bc opm is just character crazy and I’d be here all night if I did them all.

Saitama obviously bananas HDJAHSOSHSH and I have a feeling he really likes strawberries.

Genos likes pretty much anything, tho I think the sweeter ones would be his fav bc I support the HC that he likes intense flavors bc his taste buds get more stimulus from them. Prob strawberries too, tho I see him w pineapples too.

Garou likes cherries, cuz cherry cola, cuz the flavor is just good, cuz he chews on the pits like a maniac and cuz he got into tying cherry stems with his tongue as a joke but NOW HE ACTUALLY DOES IT.

I feel like Badd is into peaches, maybe the white ones especially. He likes how crisp and sweet they manage to be. Zenko is sick of them bc he’s always buying them lol

Fubuki eats apples in public bc they’re supposed to be the most healthy or something, but really likes a good watermelon. Has fond memories of Tatsumaki opening them easily w her powers and making little Fubuki like >:0 Tatsu’s fav is also watermelon, tho she’s a big fan of blueberries. She thinks it’s so funny that they’re that small.

King likes oranges, he likes to play with the rinds after he eats them. His hands always smell faintly of them.

Mumen loves grapes, he scarfs them on his daily patrols and is often given high quality grape packs from ppl he helps as a gift and he cries everytime. They’re all like dude haha they’re just grapes....and he’s like BSJSHAOSJNSAN 😭🧎🏻‍♀️

Zombieman eats anything bc he doesn’t care as much anymore, tho he has a fondness for blackberries bc Child Emperor said they remind him of Zombie.

Amai also eats apples in public, tho I see him liking something less common bc he’s ~feral~. Honestly I can see him eating a lemon whole and being like “mmm juicy” and not flinching at the sourness at all lmao.

Yes I do like Zombiemask!!! I’ve only seen bits and pieces of content for them, most from @batneko but they’re all super good.

#asks #opm #opm manga #one punch man #fruit lol #FRUITY HOURS #love this ask btw #had fun

[expensiveglasses]

Charming chapter 6

Summary: Prince Jungkook was as infuriating as he was beautiful. In line to one day be king, he requested your guidance in the ways of his people. In turn he will make you laugh, give your family fine gifts, and become an invaluable friend. Unfortunately, he will also make you fall in love with him. But the most unfortunate thing of all was his betrothal…to Snow White

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Fantasy, Angst, Snow white/au

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4590

Warnings: This is the chapter the warnings have been about. It’s a heavier chapter in the second half dealing with “death” and attempted suicide. Nothing is graphically described, but if you are sensitive to that subject matter, you may want to avoid the last few paragraphs.  

Trigger warnings are TW: Major character “death” TW: Thoughts of suicide TW: Attempted suicide.  

. .

A month had passed since Else’s wedding and the summer was slowly coming to an end. It made it easier to do chores when the air was cooler; more pleasant to sit outside and do the washing. Though you’d mostly neglected that for the last few weeks.

You hadn’t seen your friend as much since her marriage and so you’d spent even more time with the dwarfs and Snow in their cottage. The prince joined most nights, bringing food and humor with him. You’d quickly learned he was a master of terrible jokes and couldn’t help but like him all the more for it.

This morning your mother had sent you in search of berries. She claimed to want to make preserves, but you were wise enough to know she just wanted to go see a friend and gossip. You didn’t mind so much as you chose to dawdle around the edge of the forest, plucking blueberries from bushes and placing them in your basket.

You saw the prince making his way towards you long before he reached you. The sight of him made your insides feel funny, like little wings sweeping delicately against your ribcage and you bent down to survey a raspberry bush, plucking eagerly at the juicy red fruit.

“Good morning.” The prince greeted as he reached your side and you stood straight to gaze up at him.

“Good morning, Jungkook. You’re out very early today; normally I don’t see you until evening.”

“I finished my lessons early today.” He grinned, something mischievous in his twinkling eyes, and you felt that perhaps he’d snuck out before actually finishing his training.

“I hope you won’t get a tongue lashing for this.” You teased, moving further up the path towards a strawberry bush and plucking one to try. “Mmm, they’re amazing right now. Would you like to try one?”

You moved to take another bite of yours, but the prince was faster, grabbing your wrist and pulling the berry towards his mouth, allowing plump lips to encircle the rest of the berry and separate it from its calyx.

For a moment, everything stilled, your heart thumping wildly in your chest as his fingers remained delicately around your wrist. His gaze was wild; heated on yours as he stepped towards you. Heart racing, you let the end of the strawberry fall from your finger tips and onto the ground.

“Sweet.” He murmured, licking the juice from the corner of his mouth and your vision was pulled toward the sight before you quickly looked away.

The prince paused before stepping back, staring down at the strawberry bush and into your own basket. “You’re picking berries this morning? May I help?”

“Yes, of course.” You nodded, turning back to the strawberry bush and plucking fresh fruit to drop into your basket. “There’s more in the forest.” You signaled, beginning to walk and he followed after you.

“What were you studying today?” You asked as you began to pick from new bushes. Jungkook stood nearby, loading his hand with blueberries.

“Foreign politics and language specifically. These are topics that I studied in school as well, but my father wants me polished in the policies of our own kingdom, of course.”

“Are foreign policies of other lands so different from our own?” You asked, walking closer to him so he could drop the berries in his hands into your basket.

“It depends on the country.” He mused, crouching low to pick from more difficult spots. “The ones nearby are very similar, but across waters it begins to diversify greatly. Of course, all people are human at their core, intrinsically the same if we’re all torn down to the beginnings, but traditions and belief systems vary. It’s good to have a working knowledge of any land we may come to have dealings with.”

“Ah, the duties of a king.” You smiled softly as he stood to his full height beside you. The prince drifted closer to you as you weaved your way deeper into the forest. Close enough that you could feel the graze of his sleeve against yours, smell the fresh saffron against his tunic.

“Duty, I find, is a very inconvenient thing.” He looked at you and you pondered his words curiously.

“What do you mean?” You inquired gently, slowing your pace to match his.

“Always to be bound to one’s duty, never to allow the heart to decide.”

You paused a moment. “And what does the heart wish for?” You whispered, looking up at him. He’d come to a stop and you stilled as well, turning to face him.

“I think you know.” He returned just as softly. The weight of his words was heavy to bear; it brought with it a joy you’d felt was impossible. You had hoped he would say something like that; that he’d been feeling what you were feeling. You were flush with warmth at the admission. 

“But your heart cannot have its desires?”

He smiled sadly, eyes softening as he looked at you. “Duty, you see. It seems it bends for no one.”

“I wish it would.” You admit timidly and he sighed, taking your hand carefully in his own.

“As do I.”

“Snow says we mustn’t worry now, after all, the future continues and we do not know what it holds.” You smiled, feigning an optimism you didn’t really feel. If even a prince could not choose for himself, why should you feel things could be any different for you?

At least you knew you weren’t the only one wishing.

“Should we go see her?” Jungkook smiled and you nodded. He released your hand and you strode ahead of him, leading him further into the forest and eventually into the clearing that held the dwarf’s cottage.

Snow was not alone when you arrived; however, and the two of you stood startled in the doorway as you took notice of her with a young man by the hearth of the fire. They looked up at the two of you as the door swung open and Snow smiled, coming to pull you into a hug.

“You’ve come!” She cried happily. “I was so hoping you would. I wanted to introduce you both to my friend, Diterich. He’s the one I told you of, who saved me.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, your majesty.” Diterich said, bowing low. “Ma’am.” He said, inclining his head towards you and you smiled in return.

He was a handsome young man, dark, shaggy blonde hair and bright green eyes. He was well built and had a bow strapped to his back; you wondered if that was his profession. He was certainly not close to Snow in rank, but he held himself as though he were made for something more than his station in life and you liked that quiet confidence. You supposed Snow did too, based on the way she looked at him.

Love sick. It made your heart ache for her and you looked carefully over at Jungkook. Destiny had not been kind to any of you.

“I’ve heard of your kindness to my friend.” Jungkook said, “When everything is well again, you should be rewarded.”

Diterich shook his head, staring down at Snow, the same look of love she’d bestowed on him, and smiled. “With all due respect, your majesty, I didn’t do it for reward.”

“I like you all the better for it.” Jungkook smiled. “How did you come to find her, though?”

“Snow sent me a communication through letter. One of the dwarfs found me in Snow’s kingdom, at her direction, and delivered it personally. I am indebted to him. It has given me much comfort to see her safe and well. I am only sorry I could not bring her some of her clothes.”

Snow waved his comment away. “It is a small inconvenience. Besides, I am far happier to have your company than to have all my dresses back. All three of you. Will you be staying for supper?”

She looked to both Jungkook and yourself and you smiled with a shrug. “It’s still so early in the day so it’s hard to say, but I imagine I’ll be able to spare some time this evening.”

“I should hope so! By the way, did you happen to notice if there are any gooseberry bushes nearby? I want to make a pie tomorrow.”

You nodded, pointing out the window. “Yes, in fact, there are some just before the tree line. Over there.”

“Wonderful!” Snow cried, clapping her hands together. “Then tomorrow you can expect some pie.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” You said.

“Snow has said you’ve been friends since childhood.” Jungkook said suddenly, “but I never did ask how the two of you had met.”

He inspected them with the same interest you had and you wondered if he could see what you could. The prince was intelligent, so you imagined the shared looks of longing had not been missed. Diterich looked to Snow before answering.

“We met as children. My father was a huntsman in their court and I was raised to take his place. As children, we would play in the castle together. We got into trouble a lot,” he grinned, “a princess wasn’t meant to be wrestling with a common boy. Kindred spirits, my mother would say. When my father passed, I took his place as a huntsman in the royal court. Youngest in Vildüngan history.”

His chest puffed as he said it and you smiled. “Your family must be very proud.”

He nodded, expression dropping suddenly. “My mother and sister are all I have left. They’re in hiding, though. As am I. The queen found out about the pig’s heart and ordered my head. It’s why I came here; to warn Snow.”

You looked to the princess in alarm, but she smiled at you with all the serenity of one whose life isn’t in perpetual danger. “She doesn’t know I’m here.” Snow assured, squeezing your arm. “All is well.”

“We need to start thinking of ways to get you back to your kingdom. You’re its rightful heir!” Jungkook insisted and she tutted, moving away from the hearth of the fire and towards the kitchen to keep her hands busy.

“It will all work out somehow, I have faith.” She replied flippantly and Jungkook looked angry.

“Why won’t you take this seriously?” He chastised. “She wants you dead and is actively seeking your heart. Let my father help, we can do something; go against her.”

“No.” She insisted, turning sharply to look at him. “I don’t want anyone else to be pulled into this. No one need inconvenience or injure themselves on my behalf. I’m already uneasy with how many people are involved; how many lives are directly affected because of this…I won’t have anymore.”

“But,” Jungkook began once more but was silenced as she frowned at him.

“I said no, Jungkook.”

The prince sighed, rubbing at his forehead in frustration. “Fine, I can’t make you take your safety more seriously. I must return home.” He bowed before turning towards the door and you looked from Snow back to Jungkook before following him out into the clearing, basket full of berries swinging from your arm.

“Jungkook!” You called, rushing to his side. He didn’t slow so you walked with him through the forest in silence. Just as the trees were thinning, Jungkook slowed his pace, sighing loudly.

“I’m afraid I won’t be seeing you again until the day after next.” At your questioning look, he proceeded. “My father and I are expecting foreign dignitaries this evening and we will play host until tomorrow evening as well. I won’t have time to spare while they’re here.”

“Duty, as you say.” You smiled. He returned your soft smile, nodding and reaching for your hand.

“I will be seeing you.” He said, leaving a soft kiss on the back of your hand before making his way back up to the castle. . .

Your mother was in the garden when you returned, cutting cucumbers from their stalks. She looked up as you came through the gate, waving you over.

“Why did it take so long to pick berries?” Your mother asked with a frown, taking the basket from your arms.

“I went to say hello to the dwarfs while I was in the area.”  You said, bending down beside her and helping to dig up carrots at her direction.

“You’re there too often these days; what business does a young woman have visiting 7 old men so often? Aren’t they in the mines at this time of day anyway?”

You sighed, brushing hair from your face as you dropped a couple carrots into the basket beside your mother. “Well, now that Else is married I don’t always have anyone to visit.”

Your mother frowned. “Perhaps you should think of getting married soon.” She said and you looked up at her startled.

“Get married? It’s not that easy, mother. I’m not even being courted.”

She gave you a look, eyes shifting over to the house. “If you gave a little more effort where prudent, perhaps that wouldn’t be a problem.”

You sighed, shaking your head and pulling another carrot from the dirt. “I’m not in love with Peter.” You whispered.

Your mother laughed, wiping her hands on her skirt. “Love? We don’t have that luxury, my dear. You know that.” She stood, hands extended for the basket full of vegetables and you handed it up to her before standing and grabbing your own basket with berries. “I expect you here all day tomorrow. You’ve been neglecting your duties and it’s time you start preparing to run a house of your own. Time waits for no one, you know.”

She walked into the house and you watched after her, chewing on your bottom lip as you willed the tears of frustration back. You wiped your hands on the apron over your dress before walking into the house and out of the sun.

Peter and your father were in the corner, both working with new fabrics. Peter looked up at you, offering you a small smile before returning to his work and you sighed softly to yourself. Why couldn’t you just love him? . .

Your hands were sore. You’d been at the river all morning with your mother washing linen. It had been your job to beat the linen with a poss-stick as your mother insisted that’s what youth was for. You wondered if you’d ever be able to move again. What good was youth if it was wasted away on chores?

Hands feeling like they might just fall off, you wrung out the last of the fabrics before dropping it in your basket and heaving this onto your hip. Your mother chatted aimlessly as you walked from the riverside and around the edge of the forest towards your home.

You cast your eyes up towards the castle as it came into view around the bend of the trees and wondered idly what Jungkook was doing today. You knew he was entertaining foreign dignitaries, of course, but you couldn’t even imagine what that entailed. Perhaps they were holed up in some room discussing trade.

“Can you imagine living there?” Your mother asked, taking note of your gaze. You sighed, looking from her and back to the castle.

“Only in our dreams, mother.”

She hummed, shifting her own laundry basket in her arms. “If we lived in a place like that, I imagine we could have someone else tend to our washing. Our cooking, too. What must their food be like, hmm?”

You chuckled, kicking a pebble across the dirt path. “I suppose we’ll never know. Grand, I imagine, though. Warm potatoes and bread, sweet dessert’s whenever we ask for them. I would eat everything and die happy if I were them.”

“Thanks to the prince, we can have some share in their prosperity.” Your mother commented and you could see her looking at you from the corner of her eye. “He’s been very generous, as of late.”

You nodded; eyes trained on the dirt path beneath your feet. “Yes, he has been very kind.”

“He was never so kind when he was a boy. I wonder at the change.” She remarked and you wondered if she suspected more than she let on. She’d never seen the two of you together; aside from when he and his father had visited your home a few months ago.

“Perhaps he had a very good education.” You said as the roof of your home came into view. “Rumor has it he went to a school for training.”

“Rumor, you say?” She asked and you nodded, pushing through the gate in front of your house.

Conversation stopped then as the two of you went about hanging the laundry from the lines and working in the garden. Peter and your father were working on mending clothing in the home, so you didn’t feel like discussing the king and his son in their presence. It seemed your mother was also of the same mind set.

As the sun waned and the evening became cooler, Peter left your home with goodbyes and well wishes. You were only just finishing supper when the wind outside began to howl. Your father peaked his head outside the door and you watched as you ladled stew into bowls.

“A storm is approaching.” He commented softly. “I must make sure the animals are secured.” He left the home to the small stable behind your house and you listened as the wind whistled loudly from outside the walls.

“We’ve not had rain in a while.” Your mother said, helping you to bring the food to the small table. “It will be good for the crops.”

The storm raged loudly through the night, rain pounding against the timber frame of your home. It was difficult to sleep with all the noise; thunder and lightning bursting loudly across the sky. You could hear your father snoring from the small room next to yours and it soon lulled you into a fitful sleep. . .

Mornings after a storm were your favorite. The calm as opposition to the fierce raging of wind the night before a reminder that brighter days always followed the rain. You’d managed to convince your mother to allow you to check on the dwarfs this morning. You imagined they were mostly protected from the elements in their place among the trees. Even so.

After a quick breakfast of pottage, you dressed and made your way towards the forest. The sun was already sitting comfortably in the sky, illuminating the crystal blue sky and you listened happily to the sounds of birds singing as you walked through the fields.

You found, to your surprise, the prince already waiting by the forests edge. He sat upon a boulder; legs draped out in front of him as he pulled blades of grass apart as distraction. He looked up as your footsteps roused his attention, smile spreading across his lips.

“Y/N.” He beamed, standing and coming to meet you.

“I’m surprised to see you so early!” You exclaimed. “Won’t your father be missing you?”

“Actually, he and our guests drank well into the evening. They will be spending the next few hours recovering in bed.” He said with a roguish grin and you chuckled, making your way into the forest.

The prince followed quickly. “Did you not drink yourself, your majesty?” You teased and he smiled at you.

“I did, but only a little. I knew I wanted to use the opportunity to see you.”

You looked away with a small chuckle, smoothing hair away from your face.

“Well, here I am.” You smiled. Before you could continue, there was a heavy rustling in the trees and both you and Jungkook stopped, watching with unease as something came crashing through the branches.

To your surprise; it was the dwarfs who came rushing into sight and they stopped suddenly, panting before you.

“Y/N, your majesty!” Doc gasped, clutching at his rounded belly as he took deep steadying breaths. The panic in his tone was palpable and your back straightened in alarm.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. Jungkook seemed just as tense from their unusual greeting and you waited with baited breath for your friends to continue.

“It’s Snow.” Doc finally said and your alarm rose.

“What of her?” The prince asked sharply and all eyes turned to him. The dwarfs were still breathing heavily from their run; disrupting the usual quiet of the forest.

“Your majesty!” Sleepy blubbered, hardly able to contain himself. “Snow has died.”

“What?!” You gasped, eyes swiveling desperately to each face, each as stricken as the next.

“How?!” The prince demanded and Doc was quick to try and calm the atmosphere.

“She has not died.” He pacified. Your chest was so tight you thought it might burst. How could someone possibly die and not die all at the same time? “She’s been put under a spell; a sleeping spell.”

“I don’t understand.” Jungkook said tersely. You’d never seen him look so distraught.

“Allow me to explain.” Doc continued, “An old hag came to the cottage when we were away. She had a basket of apples. I’m unsure how, but Snow came to acquire one.”

“It was poisoned and that foolish girl took a bite.” Grumpy cried furiously.

Doc tried once more to continue, but Happy spoke first. “We chased the hag, but it was difficult in the storm. Chased her up the mountain but she slipped and fell off. It was the queen, your majesty. It was her stepmother.”

“Did you capture her?” Jungkook asked angrily, back ramrod straight as he paced back and forth. “Did you tie her up to be tried for her crimes?”

“No need,” Bashful said, shaking his head. “The queen is dead. She died from the fall.”

“What of Snow?” You rasped, “where is she?”

“That’s why we were coming for you, your majesty.” Doc said once again. “It was old magic the queen used; ancient. Unless she can find true loves kiss, she’ll remain asleep forever. We can take you to her.”

“True loves kiss?” Jungkook asked, voice cracking in his grief.

The dwarfs nodded. “It’s the only cure.” Sneezy bemoaned. “That’s why we came to find you, your majesty.”

“Me?” Jungkook asked, looking to you and back to the dwarfs.

They looked to you; gazes filled with pity before Doc spoke once more. “You are her betrothed, your majesty. If not you, then who?”

The pain in your chest was severe. Fracturing from the loss of a friend; ripping apart as the prospect of losing the one man you truly loved loomed like a shadow over you.

“What do I have to do?” He whispered and you looked up at him.

“True loves kiss.” Dopey murmured, eyes shifting over to you sadly and then back to the prince.

It was silent for what felt like eternity, the gravity of the situation sinking in and you felt buried under the weight of it; the forest floor waiting to accept you. The prince looked to you, tears already in his eyes, but your own vision of him quickly blurred.

“I have to try.” Jungkook choked and you could feel your heart break a little more, “she’s one of my closest friends. I can’t sit back and do nothing; I couldn’t live with myself. I have to try.”

“I understand.” You murmured. “What if you’re able to wake her?”

Jungkook paused, his eyelashes fluttering closed, a line drawing between his eyes. “Let’s not think about it right now. I have to go.” He gave you one last glance before darting further into the forest with the dwarfs and out of sight. Was it possible to die from a broken heart? You were sure the question had been asked before…you were also sure the answer was yes. Your heart ached in a way you’d never imagined it could.

The love of your life was running to the side of another woman, and though you knew his reasoning was righteous and sound, you ached for the inevitable outcome. A prince was meant to be with a princess. This was no fairy tale, not for you, at least. You can’t always have what you want.

But as you stood there in the grass, surrounded by your broken dreams, you mourned what you could never have had. Even if Snow had not eaten the apple, even had she not been born at all, you would never have been given your heart’s desire; your class was decided before you were born and you would do well to remember it.

When Snow awoke, as she inevitably would, you would be left to watch them marry. Worse still, your father would likely be commissioned to make Jungkook’s wedding clothes and you would be expected to help. That was a bitter truth you could not swallow. To carry the wedding clothing of the man you were desperately in love with…only for him to wear them with someone else.  

You could not do it.

Your feet began to take you before your mind could catch up. The dwarves’ home, tucked delicately between the trees and the stream. The lighting surrounding the cottage was dim despite the morning hour, the house dark in the absence of the once warm lighting; filled with the dwarfs and Snow’s laughter and song.

Now it felt as empty as your heart. The evening turned chilly, the storm from yesterday taking with it the sun from the late summer and you shivered at the thresh hold, lifting your hand carefully to push against the door.

With a soft creak, the door swung open and you glanced inside. In their haste, everything had been left exactly as it was. An uncooked gooseberry pie sat on the counter top, flour strewn across. The fire in the fire place had long gone out. And there, by the table, an apple with one bite.

You stood in the door way a moment, staring down at the beautiful red skin of the nearly pristine apple. Contemplating. You could not bear to face a future without him in it.

With three quick strides, you picked up the apple and ran from the house, seeking out the privacy the trees afforded you. Not far from the home, in a particularly dense part of the forest, you stood staring down at the beautiful, red fruit.

A choice, so simple yet so difficult. One bite; you knew that’s all it would take…but was it really worth it? The light was fading fast this deep in the forest and you shivered, looking around in the darkness.

You thought of Jungkook again, of his handsome, smiling face. His kind and gentle heart, his loyalty and good nature. Was he with Snow White now? Had she already woken up? He was no longer your Jungkook; forever the kingdoms Jungkook and your heart wept.

You wouldn’t even be missed.

Staring down at the apple you closed your eyes, breathing slowly out of your nose before bringing it to your lips and taking a bite. It was bitter, acidic, and it burned. You coughed, dropping the apple to the ground and fell to your knees, spluttering, eyes watering as your tongue swelled and you felt your blood turn to ice in your veins.

Everything hurt, your limbs felt like they were made of fire, burning, burning, burning and then black.

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Here’s the second to last chapter! The 7th is already finished and in editing. I hope you loved this chapter as much as I loved writing it and I can’t wait to hear from you! <3

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The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch.22

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Summary: It’s Rose and Willy’s first morning together. And things get a little heated between them.

Warnings: Soft smut.

A/N: Any chapter that has any kind of smut in it will be different versions of the original chapters on Wattpad. Tumblr is a lot more lenient with the smut than Wattpad is.

Tagging: @holdmeicant @willymywonkers @sleepiesapphicxoxo

Willy woke up before Rose that following morning. That was the best sleep he had ever had and it was all because of his starshine. Willy didn't want to wake her up yet. She looked so beautiful and peaceful when she was sleeping. He simply admired her. Gently, her caressed her face and stroked her soft skin.

"Rose," He whispered her name softly. "My beautiful, beautiful, Rose" He saw her lips slightly twitch into a smile. His gaze lingered on her lips, wanting to wake her up with a kiss. Willy smirked slightly, before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.

Rose was now awake but she didn't open her eyes yet. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Willy and pulled him closer to him so that their bodies were pressed against one another.

Willy pulled away from Rose slightly to greet her. "Good morning, starshine"

Rose smiled at him, bringing her hands up to cup his face. "The Earth says hello" She greeted him in return. They quickly went back to kissing.

It was becoming more and more heated, with Willy eventually taking control and rolling them both over so that Rose was laying on her back, and he was hovering above her.

"Willy..." Rose breathlessly said when his lips left hers.

"Starshine..." He spoke in that same breathless way. He began kissing her along her jaw and down her neck. "I love you" He mumbled against her skin. "I love you so much"

"I love you too" She purred back to him, her eyes closed in bliss. Rose was absolutely loving this affection.

And Willy, he was loving it too. He used to hate any sort of affection, but then he met Rose and that's all he ever wanted. Though, he only wanted it from her, and he wanted to give every bit of affection back to her.

Suddenly, Rose made a noise that she only ever made when she tasted the most heavenly treats. It happened when Willy kissed a particular spot on her neck. She couldn't help but let out a moan. Her eyes opened wide in embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry..." She mustered out. "I didn't mean to... it's just... you were... and I..."

"It's okay, starshine" Willy told her. He wasn't going to lie. He loved the sound that came out of her mouth. It sent shivers down his spine. Rose bit her lip, staring up at him. She looked to be deep in thought. “Is everything okay?” Willy asked when she wasn’t saying anything.

“Do you...?” Rose started to ask, and then she paused.

“Do I what, starshine?” 

“Do you want to touch me?”

Willy swallowed. “You want me to what?”

Rose sighed. She sat up, shaking her head. Feeling embarrassed, she hid her face in her hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t--”

Willy cut Rose off, taking her hands in his. “Rose, it’s okay” He assured her. Rose looked up at him and met his eyes. “I... I would like to touch you, starshine, but only if you’re okay with it”

She smiled at him. “Of course I’m okay with it. I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t” She placed her hand on his cheek and leaned in, pressing her lips against his. “I’m gonna drop the top of my nightgown, okay?” Rose muttered against his soft and supple lips.

“Okay” Willy nodded. He leaned back and watched as Rose slipped her fingers under the straps of her nightgown and pushed them off her shoulders. The fabric dropped and bunched at her waist, revealing her breasts to him. 

His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. “Oh, starshine” He spoke ever so softly. “You’re beautiful” His lips curled into a smile. “May I?”

“Please”

He reached over and started by grazing his fingers over the soft flesh of her breast. Rose gasped at the touch. Willy, afraid he’d done something to hurt her, immediately retracted his hand. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. That just felt good. Like when you were kissing my neck”

“Oh!” Willy giggled.

“You can grab them if you want” Rose urged him. “You don’t need to be afraid of hurting me”

He cupped his hands over both of her breasts. “They feel so soft” He began to knead at them. Rose’s eyes fluttered closed in bliss. His hands felt amazing massaging her breasts like this. She could just imagine where else his hands would be magic. 

“Am I doing okay, starshine?” Willy asked her.

“Yes” Rose breathed out as answer. “You’re doing just fine, cocoa bean” She felt his thumb flick against her nipple. Rose twitched at that and let a moan slip from her lips. 

Willy could tell that she liked that, and he smiled, feeling proud of the fact that he was making her feel good. “Did you like that?”

“Mmm, yes” Her eyes were still closed so she didn’t see Willy leaning in to place a soft kiss on her breast. She opened her eyes as soon as she felt his lips on her soft skin. Instinctively, she arched her back, pushing out her breasts forward. 

Willy couldn’t help but let out a small moan. He was enjoying this just as much as Rose was. His lips wrapped around her nipple. Rose rest an open palm on the bed, while the other hand tangled with Willy’s hair. He sucked at and flicked her nipple with his tongue for a bit, before moving over to the other breast to give it the same attention.

Once he was done, Willy sat up straight again and looked at Rose, a big smile plastered on his face. “I really enjoyed that, starshine” He confessed.

“I did too, cocoa bean” She smiled at him, touching his cheek.

Willy nuzzled into her touch and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Can we try more things later?”

“I would love that” She pulled her hand away and pushed her nightgown back up so that she was covered. “"I'll make us breakfast. Anything you want in particular, my handsome cocoa bean?"

"Surprise me, my beautiful starshine!" Willy said, kissing her on the cheek in return. "I'm sure I'll love whatever you cook up!" He got up and was about to leave the room to give Rose some privacy so she could get dressed.

"Cocoa bean, wait!" Rose called out to him. Willy stopped just before the curtain and turned to face her. "What colour are we wearing today?"

"Good question, starshine!" Willy said. He eyed Rose up and down. "Blue! I think you'll look really pretty in blue!" And with that, he left the room to give Rose some privacy. Just before he left the room, though, Rose was quick to notice the tent that had formed in his pyjama bottoms.

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Rose was hard at work making crepes for breakfast. She was dressed in a midnight blue halter dress. The skirt of the dress was shorter in the front and then longer in the back. Of course, there was a W pinned onto the collar of her dress. She matched the dress with a sky blue sequined blazer and a pair of blue suede boots.

"It sure does smell good in here, starshine!" Willy said when he joined her in the kitchen. He was wearing an outfit to match Rose, every article of his clothing some shade of blue, with the exception of his hat and his purple gloves.

"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it looks" Rose said hopefully. Willy came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "What are you doing, cocoa bean?"

"I just love holding you in my arms" Willy said. He brought a hand up and pushed some of her hair back so that her neck was exposed. "I also love kissing you, starshine" He peppered kisses all along her neck.

Rose's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his warm and soft lips against her skin. "Willy..." She gasped. "I'm trying to cook"

Willy let go of her with a smirk on his face. He let her get back to cooking as he went to take a seat at their little dining table. Rose eventually got the crepes done. She prepared the plates. She added some strawberries and blueberries to crepes, as well as whipped cream and then drizzled them with chocolate.

"Breakfast is served!" Rose announced as she walked over to Willy, carrying the two plates in her hand. She set one down in front of him, and set the other one in front of herself when she took a seat across from him.

"These look absolutely delectable, starshine!" Willy complimented her dish. He then took a bite out of the crepes and his mouth simply watered at the taste. "Oh, these are delectable!"

Rose giggled at how much he was enjoying her cooking. "Why, thank you!" She chirped happily. The two of them continued to enjoy breakfast and each other's company. "What's your plan for today, my love?" Rose proceeded to ask.

"Well, I wish we could spend the whole day together, just you and I" Willy confessed, reaching over the table to grab and squeeze Rose's hand. "But unfortunately, we both have a busy day today. I'm planning to work with Charlie in the inventing room for the most of the day, and there's chores that have to be done in some of the other rooms. I was hoping you could take care of some of them?"

"I'd be happy to" Rose smiled, returning Willy's affectionate squeeze.

"Of course, the Oompa-Loompas will be around to help, but I think it's a good idea that you do some work around the factory. Get to know it a little bit more. Oh, that means you'll need these!" Willy reached into his pocket, pulling out a ring of keys. "Your very own key ring" He handed it off to Rose. He then took out a list of tasks for Rose to do today. "Don't worry about getting those all done today. Anything that isn't done today, can be finished tomorrow"

Rose scanned the list. One particular task caught her eye. "Treat day for the squirrels?" She said with a giggle.

"They work hard, sorting those nuts all day! They get a special treat about once a week" Willy explained. "Don't forget! They'll be very upset if they don't get their treat, and they won't work as well"

"Don't worry. I'll make sure they're given a treat, and I'll get most of what's on this list done"

"I believe in you, starshine" Willy leaned forward a bit and brought Rose's hand up to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "And stop by the inventing room when you get a chance. I don't want to go all day without seeing you"

"I will" Rose smiled lovingly at him. "I promise, cocoa bean"

Willy smiled and giggled. Hearing her call him by "cocoa bean" made him feel all warm and giddy inside. "I love it when you call me that!"

Once their breakfast was finished, Rose grabbed the dirty dishes and kissed Willy's cheek as she walked by him. She placed the dirty dishes in the sink. When she turned back around, she saw that Willy had disappeared on her. Rose just shrugged to herself and made her way for the door.

"Starshine! I have a few more presents for you!" Willy called out to her. "Close your eyes!" Rose closed her eyes. She felt Willy standing in front of her. He waved his hands in front of her eyes, making sure that they were closed. "Are they closed? Good!"

"What more could you possibly have for me?" Rose asked with a small giggle.

"You'll see soon enough. Now, keep your eyes closed until I tell them you can open them!" Willy said. Rose didn't know what he was doing but she felt something being placed on her head. Then, she felt Willy take and put something over her hands. She recognized the feel of latex. "Okay, open your eyes!"

Rose opened her eyes and the first thing she saw were purple gloves on her hand, much like the ones worn by Willy. She smiled at that and then touched whatever was put upon her head. It was a top hat. A black felt one with a silk black ribbon wrapped around it. "My own gloves and hat!" Rose cheered happily.

"Yep!" Willy said, nodding with a grin. "Like a Wonka should have!" Rose's heart leapt when she heard him say that. He just called her a Wonka... and they weren't even married yet. "Though, it's missing just one more thing" He then presented her with her own walking cane. It was striped with red and white, just like a candy cane, and the top of it was decorated with colourful jewels.

Rose's eyes lit up when she saw it. "Oh, Willy, I love it" She took the cane from him. "How do I look?" Rose asked, twirling around.

"Gorgeous" Willy muttered softly, staring at her with a lovesick grin. She looked perfect. She looked like a Wonka. But was it too soon to ask her to officially be one?

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