#this is my baby. this is my pasta above all other pastas.

[when-did-this-become-difficult]

so here's what you're gonna do, you're gonna boil a pound of pasta in a pot, and then you're gonna cut up five to eight slices of bacon into bacon bits and fry them, and then you're going to wipe a bit of the bacon grease out of the pan, and then you're going to take four ears of corn and slice the corn off the cob into the pan, but not slicing too close to the cob! and then you're gonna take a spoon and scrape along the cob so that the sort of milky looking sweet corn juice (im so sorry but that's really what it is) goes into the pan also and then you'll cook the corn in the bacon for a hot second and then you'll add garlic and then after thirty seconds you'll add lemon juice and then you'll add in the pasta and then you'll add salt and maybe parmesan cheese.

peace and love on planet earth.

i really mean it.

#unless you don't like or can't eat any of these ingredients in which case totally fair #this is the recipe in the world that I am maybe most proud of #at least in terms of 'american' recipes that i know very well and are very wonderful #this is my baby. this is my pasta above all other pastas. #and it's JUST about to be corn season where I live so i thought yes. people need to think about this very seriously. #please be thinking on the corn bacon pasta situation and the lemon juice is so important too!!!! #food #recipe #j.2023.all

[mouthfullofmunson]

After work

Summary: Eddie has another late night at work and needs to unwind. Some cute domestic fluffiness with lots of smut ❤️‍🔥

The apartment is dark with a light flown from the television static that’s been on for the past hour and a half.

The door finally cracks open after being sealed shut all day, the hinges hissing almost like they are relieved to finally stretch. The smack of boots on the floor introduced a new sound in the apartment other than static rolling and stove burners hissing from pasta boiling over. “Hey,” Eddie half whispers, his body achy and sore from being bent over tattooing all day.

“Hi baby.” Y/n gives a sleepy smile to her boyfriend. No matter how many times he’s told her not to wait up on late nights she always does anyways. “Dinner is done.” He gives her a small smile, tucking his boots under the little bench at the entrance before rubbing the kinks out of his neck. “Sounds perfect, thank you sweetheart.” He creeps over to Y/n, wrapping his arms around her waist and sitting his head on her shoulder. He inhales her scent, appreciating the soft power smell coming from her skin. She smells like home.

“TV is out again.” She mentions while rubbing his back. He nods, letting out a sigh before pulling away from her. “I’m going to shower, I’ll be back.” He slaps the top of the television as he walks back to their shower, a random film coming on and filling the room with a better background noise than what was previously on. “I’ll be here.” She softly calls from the kitchen, waiting to hear the water fall from the shower head.

Fifteen minutes later Eddie walks into the room, a gray towel wrapped around his waist as his long hair drips down onto the floor. “How was your shower?” He wraps his arms around her waist from behind, his skin still warm from the undoubtedly scalding hot shower water. “Relaxing.” He presses a kiss to the skin of her neck, trailing them down her arm while she tries to fold clothes.

“Yeah?” He nods, threading his fingers with hers as he pulls her around to his front. He gives a quick nod before pressing his lips to hers. He basks in the sweet warmth of her mouth on his, how delicately she kisses him like he might just break. Eddie can't help but softly laugh in her mouth at the thought. “What?” he pulls back with a tiny smirk on his face. “Nothing, sweetheart.” his hands fall to her hips where her shirt ends, his thumbs pushing it up.

“What about dinner?” Y/n asks, her arms wrapping around his neck.

“My dinner is right here” he softly jokes, pulling her shirt over her head to reveal her soft bare skin under it. The smile doesn’t leave his face, his cold hand coming to her warm breasts, his thumbs rubbing against the sensitive buds. “My pretty girl, huh? You’re so gorgeous.” Y/n’s cheeks heat up, avoiding eye contact. No matter how long they’ve been together she never gets less shy; his words always have the same effect on her.

He leads her closer to the bed, dropping his towel and laying back on the bed before he pats his thighs.

They softly laugh as they both struggle to pull down her panties, hushed whispers about how it would’ve been smarter to do it before they got on the bed.

Y/n straddles his waist, her heat hovering above him. Eddie’s hand slips down, checking if she’s wet before he slides his fingers inside of her carefully, softly grinding his palm into her clit. He watches her face, paying attention to how she reacts, her breath hitching, her chests rapidly rising and falling, her eyes blinking hard to try to stay open. He pulls his fingers out of her, sliding them into his mouth to taste her. “Tastes sweeter than ever, baby.” His hand comes back up, brushing her cheek before his thumb softly pulls at her bottom lip.

“Why don’t you put me inside? I know you want it.” She works slowly, her hand wrapping around his pink cock and pumping him a few times before lining him up and sinking down onto his big cock.

She whimpers, her mouth falling open at the feeling of him throbbing inside of her. “Fuck, sweetheart. You know how to ride me so well.” His thumb rubs her clit, making her shudder. She bounces on his cock, clenching around her. He sits up, filling her even more while making her gasp, a sob of pleasure leaving her lips. Y/n grips at his shoulder, using Eddie to balance herself. He slides his tongue inside her mouth, their tongue dancing together, Eddie swallowing down all of her moans.

“Youre so fucking wet. I can feel you dripping down me, pretty girl.” He laughs into her mouth, thrusting up into her to get her to moan his name again. His kisses fall to her chest, pressing them randomly until he gets to her nipples. His tongue teases the sensitive skin, teeth softly grazing the buds then slipping one into his mouth. He sucks at her nipple while his hand is still occupied on her clit.

“Eddie” her voice shakes, breathless as his dick hits her g-spot over and over again. “I know” he smiles, just as out of breath as she is.

His head falls back, groaning at the feeling as she picks up pace. “Keep going, sweetheart. I want to fill you up. You know just what to do, fuck.”

She grabs his arm tighter, squelching filling the rooms as she sloppily fucks him.”I’m getting close, Eddie.” she chants a mantra of his name the closer she gets.

They both moan out each other's names, Eddie's hot cum filling her pussy up. Once they calm down he gently pulls himself out of her, letting her flop back on her side of the bed.

Eddie looks over at her, a matching sleepy smile painted on both of their faces. “I love you.” Y/n kisses his hand that pushes her hair out of her face. “I love you too, Ed”

He groans like an old man as he lifts up from his spot, hovering from his spot before he sinks between her legs, admiring his milky cum that leaks from her pretty cunt. “I'll clean you up then it's lights out for me.” he swings her thighs over his shoulders, getting to work.

Sorry about the crappy ending :( I’m excited to get something out again tho! I’m actively working on other things as well and constantly have stuff In my drafts that I add onto all the time so expect that stuff too! Let me know your thoughts!!

:)

#sorry about the spacing I’ll try to fix it later #eddie munson #my post #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanon #eddie stranger things #boyfriend!eddie #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x fem reader

[st4rgzer]

WHEN I NEED YOU matt sturniolo

summary: when things get too much, Matt is there for you when you most need it.

genre: angst and fluff

cw!: problems with food, anxiety, panic attack

a/n: requested!!

Matt was there when I needed him the most, that is why I love him.

I stared at the blank ceiling above me, surrounded by the tiles of the bathroom floor, which were cold on my legs, uncomfortably cold.

I clutched my phone as I was curled in a fetal position, scrolling down more comments, my heart clenching every time I saw any “somewhat” negative comment, I hate my sensibility, it’s not anybody’s fault, just mine.

I debated calling anyone, Matt explicitly told me to call him every time I felt down, any time I felt like I needed him. It became a habit to call him up when my mind felt crowded. But I felt like now wasn’t the time, I didn’t deserve to be comforted.

Short breaths started leaving my mouth, rapidly increasing their pace. Hot tears kept rolling down my cheeks, as sobs echoed through the empty bathroom. My hand fell onto my face in frustration, as I continued to fail at slowing my breathing, trying to reject the start of a panic I knew was coming, ones that weren’t rare, nevertheless, I hadn’t had one in months, I felt guilty about losing me streak, about failing myself and the people I promised i’d get better to.

My chest rose and fell, again and again, I clutched it in an attempt to get a hold of myself. I clumsily scrolled through my contacts and clicked on Matt’s, bringing the phone to my ear.

“Matt? Matt, are you there?” My voice broke almost immediately, covering my mouth to prevent another sob, to prevent him from knowing.

“Yes, baby, I’m here, what’s?- are you okay? are you crying” His tone instantly changed as soon as he put the puzzle pieces together in his mind. I could hear him grab the keys, ushering away from his brothers swiftly, as the door squeaked open.

“no, i- yes, yes, but nothings wrong, i’m not going to do anything stupid, I just needed to hear your voice” I managed to blurt out, my voice shaky as I tried to explain the situation to him, he could tell I was lying.

“okay baby, just stay on the line with me, tell me about what you did today, okay?” He consoled me. His car door clicked, I heard him start the engine, even though I didn’t want him to come, I know i needed him to do so.

“I- well, I had lunch with my friend, we went to a new diner near mine” The words came out of my mouth clumsily, trying to focus on forming sentences, helping my mind to distract itself and slowly, helping my breathing to fall back into rhythm.

“that’s great honey, what did you eat?” I could tell by his voice he was trying to sound relax, but I knew he was terrified, by the slight shake in his words, the fear of that, when he stopped talking, I wouldn’t respond.

“I ate- um, I ate pasta, butter pasta with shrimp, I didn’t get the alfredo cause I felt bad you couldn’t eat it with me” I sniffed, laughing slightly, the tears and the strain in my chest slowly stopping.

He laughed along with me, as if he wasn’t fucking terrified that when he came to mine, his favourite person wouldn’t be there. Still, he felt a tiny bit better hearing my laugh.

“that’s great, did you get any dessert?”

I remembered feeling guilty, I remembered that’s when this started. My friend got a salad, and she didn’t have any dessert, yet I picked a brownie. She stared at me, I could tell she was judging me, belittling me in her head. I felt sick all of the sudden, and a knot in my throat, the same one I felt when my mother asked if “that’s what you’re having? i could never.” The same knot I felt when the other kids got picked before me.

Matt felt a shift in my mood, a sudden pause and silence that indicated I was caught back into the trance.

“fuck” Matt muttered under his breath, cursing to himself for not being more aware of what he was saying. Luckily, he’d finally pulled up to my house, and parked in the driveway, practically running towards my door and pulling out the spare key I gave him for emergencies like these, well, not like these , but nonetheless, important.

I heard his footsteps stomp up my stairs, getting louder as he reached my bedroom, opening the door and looking around.

“y/n? y/n, where are you baby?” he spoke softly, trying not to startle me any more.

He peeked into the bathroom, I saw his face drop and soften as he saw me curled up on the bathroom floor with wet cheeks and frazzled hair. He’d always promised himself to take care of me, to hold me like nobody’s ever done before, to love me as if it were breathing, so it physically pained him to see me in such state.

He kneeled down and reached out to cradle me. I held onto him like my life depended on it, sobbing into his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut as the sounds he always dreaded the most left my mouth.

He did the only thing he knew I needed in that moment. To hold me, to hold me so close and dearly, until his heartbeat and our slow breaths were the only thing that could be heard through these four walls.

So he did. Until my crying ceased, until my heart didn’t ache anymore, until I fell asleep in his arms.

“I love you, so much” He whispered and kissed my forehead softly, running his fingers through my hair.

He picked me up and placed me on the bed, tucking me in, and laying right next to me, where I could feel him there, so I knew I wasn’t alone.

He sighed and kissed the top of my head, wrapping his arms around me, guarding me, gently, how I needed to be held.

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[oneforthemunny]

you make me feel so young |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: older!Eddie spoils you for the night.

age gap. reader is 25-26 and Eddie is 42. everything is consensual. if this isn't your thing, don't read plz.

thank you @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the edit!!!!

contains: lots of filth so minors DNI. age gap relationship. older!dilf!Eddie. oral fem receiving. fingering. mature themes. alcohol. language.

He greeted you at the door with a bouquet of red roses, just like he did the first night he took you out. A full bouquet that mimicked the blush on your cheeks, rising up your neck and leaving you swooning under his brown eyed gaze. Cleaned up in a black button down, black blazer, and matching black slacks that hugged his thick thighs in the most delicious way, dressed to impress- and oh, did he ever. The top two buttons were left open, hints of the inked skin poking through- your mouth watered.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" Eddie winked, pulling you in by your waist to kiss you, deep and sloppy. “Look so pretty, bunny. Get dressed up like this for me?” You huffed in protest, muttering something about your lipstick smudging, but he didn't listen. His lips slotted over yours easily, savoring every waxy, lipstick stained kiss. 

"You look beautiful, baby." Eddie whispered, his own lips stained with the faint red tint of your lips. 

Your head reeled, licking the pad of your thumb to clean him off. He grinned, kissing your thumb with a wink. You blushed, rolling your eyes lightly at him, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs. 

When he asked you out a week ago, you didn't expect your date night to be quite so fancy. It had been a long week for the both of you- your schedule filled with parent teacher meetings and long shifts at the cafe. Eddie insisted you let him treat you- spoil you for the night. You deserved it, he insisted, and he deserved to spoil you. 

His hand held onto your tight clad thighs, pad of his thumb rubbing against the delicate pattern. Rough calloused hands that always left you reeling, so close to your center that it had warmth pooling in the pit of your tummy. You shivered, fighting the urge to clamp your legs together at the sensation.

The restaurant was nice- definitely above your teaching budget, in a city on the outskirts of Indianapolis. Chic and trendy with white table cloths and expensive wine. The kind of restaurant you saw in movies, the ones your exes could never afford to take you- wouldn’t want to take you even if they could. 

Eddie pulled your chair out for you, pressing a kiss to your cheek when he pushed you in, leaving you all blushy under the candlelight glow of the table. Always a gentleman, always so good to you. 

"You didn't have to do all of this, Ed." You said, looking over the menu to him, eyes batting in his direction, hoping the leather bound menu might hide your blushing cheeks.

Eddie grinned. "'Course I did, baby," He purred, low and smooth across the table. "Had to spoil my best girl." His hand reached for yours, over the linen tablecloth, palm upturned to grab onto your hand. You slipped your hand into his, letting him rub your knuckles gently. 

He ordered you your drink, a dry red wine that left you swooning and warm with every sip. You let him order it for you. You liked that he did that, took care of you in that way. “It goes really good with the pasta, bunny.” Eddie winked. 

You'd shared dinner and even dessert, stayed at the table too long as one glass turned into two and three. You’d propped your head in your hand, eyes glassy and dizzy from the wine- lovestruck at the man in front of you. You didn’t let the questioning looks from the staff and others bother you, you knew they’d judge. 

You told Eddie about your week, his large hand reaching across the table to hold your delicate one, fingers tickling your palm. Droned, wine soaked words, soft smiles, fluttering lashes and love filled glances. Eddie talked about his week in between slow sips of red wine, lips pressing together to collect the flavor. He told you about work, about Brie, about how much he missed you. 

Your head was fuzzy, dreamlike with the effect of the wine. Your tight-clad foot crawling up his leg under the table. Eddie laughed, looking around with a blush. "I'll take it, you're ready to go home then?" He asked, a wicked grin on his face, lightly grabbing your foot with a gentle playful squeeze.

You nodded, squealing lightly at his hands, ticking your foot. Pulling it back under the table, slipping it into your heel while Eddie flagged down the waiter. 

Eddie paid the bill, his hand on your waist, pulled tightly into his side when you walked out. He gave you his blazer to keep you warm while you walked to the car, stopping before he opened your door, kissing you long and deep under the streetlights. His lips tasted like the wine he’d been sipping, rich and woody- sweet, tasted just like him. Left you blushing and blistering the whole way home. 

And when you got back home? It was magical.

Eddie made a big show of taking off your tights, slow and precise, leaving you shivering and mewling with his touch. He was teasing you, fingers hooking under the nylon and pulling slow, slow, slow all the way down to your feet. His hands returned to your bare feet, giving them a tight squeeze in his large hands, tickling your soles playfully.

"Be patient, babydoll." Eddie whispered, pressing sloppy kisses on your bare thighs, calves, all the way down to your ankles as he revealed them. “Gotta be patient f’me. You can do that, can’t you? Be my good girl?” 

You nodded, a high pitched, nasally whine. “I can be good.” You nodded. “I’ll be good for you, please, Eddie.” 

Your head tipped back, strangled gasp caught in your throat when Eddie's hands pushed your thighs open, adjusting them so they rested on his shoulders. Wet, lewd kisses trailing up and down your thighs, placing a gentle, delicate kiss to your core. Your body shuddered, whining and grinding down towards his mouth.

"You're a greedy girl tonight, aren't ya?" Eddie grinned, hooking your panties around his finger and pulling them down slowly. You huffed in response, pushing up on your arms to look down at him. 

Eddie chuckled at your pout, plump lips jutted out and brows furrowed. "Don't worry, sweetheart." Eddie cooed, pressing a hand down on your sternum gently. "I'll take care of ya tonight."

Eddie pushed your thighs further back and apart, tongue running over one lip, agonizingly slow, then the other. Your back arched, eyes pinching closed as he finally swiped his tongue, flat and long through your folds and over your clit. He knew you loved it, when he took his time like this. Enjoying every piece of you.

Eddie's tongue went back, circling your hole slowly, beard scruff prickling and tickling the sensitive skin, nose brushing into your clit. You ground your hips into him, his large, strong hands gripping the meat of your hip. He worked his way up your folds, swiping over your clit before latching onto it entirely.

A moan tore through your chest, hips writhing in pleasure. His lips captured your sensitive button, suckling, flicking his tongue, opting between the two while your orgasm built. Closer and closer towards the edge of pleasure that he was taking you to, you were so close, and he could see it-feel it. Feel it in the way you gripped into his hair, your legs squeezing around his shoulders, hips rocking against his mouth.

Eddie pulled back, circling his middle finger around your hole, sinking it in as you cried out, back arching even further when his mouth went back on you and finger curled inside.

You gushed all over him, white hot pleasure consuming your body, mind, soul. Eddie didn't stop until you came down, whimpering and sensitive, lying back on the bed.

Eddie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and lust blown when he looked down at you. Your thighs clenched, a dull throbbing tearing through you again. His hair pulled back with your scrunchie, curly salt and pepper tendrils framing his face. Tattoos littering his thick, strong arms, some faded and some new. Beard glistening with remnants of you shining in the low light.

You sat up, pushing yourself to your wobbly knees, palming him through his boxers, soft hands pulling him out. Eddie groaned, but shook his head when you started to pump him.

"No, bunny," Eddie rasped, grabbing your hands gently in his, bringing them up to your chest. "Let me take care of you tonight, alright?"

You pouted. "But-"

Eddie jutted forward, lips covering yours and tongue slipping into your mouth. You throbbed at the taste of yourself still on his tongue, damp facial hair smearing over your own face.

Eddie grinned through the kiss, fingers trailing down to your breasts, rolling the pebbled nipples in his calloused fingers. "I'm gonna take good care of you tonight, sweetheart." Eddie whispered, wisps of hair tickling your neck when he kissed the shell of your ear. His other hand moved back between your legs, smirking when you jolted, still sensitive from before.

"Just lay back for me. Let me take care of you. You deserve it."

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[ashs-pastas]

provide us with some nsfw headcanons for eyeless jack please 😻

𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

- Size kink for sure. He’s HUGE. He’s not meanest pasta but he loves bullying his big cock into your hole(s)

- He doesn’t necessarily choke you but he likes to place his hand on your throat during intimate activities

- ORAL KING he has multiple tongues what do you expect, he loves using them on you

- Jack is really into thigh riding. He likes to have you on his thigh, grinding onto his thick thighs and whining about how it’s not enough

- Jack has a very strong sense of smell and he can always tell when you are aroused. It never fails not make him smirk under his mask. He loves the fact that he is flustering you

- He really likes missionary sex since he is able to watch your expressions. He also likes that he is able to be so close to you and can kiss you

- Jack doesn’t necessarily have a breeding kink but he loves cream pies. He wants to stuff you full of his cum and see that slight belly bulge

- When you are having sex he almost always has a hand on your stomach. He is BIG and it makes him so turned on that he can feel himself rearranging your insides

- Teasing but not in a mean way. “You want to cum? Poor baby always needs my help.”

- This may be cringe but he definitely has a daddy kink

- He wants to be in charge but also wants to take care of you

- Slightly more of a giver then receiver

- Your pleasure always comes first but if you want to please him then who is he to complain?

- Who needs fancy bondage to tie you down when he is already stronger then you? Jack likes to pin your hands above you head a lot. It makes it way easier to overstimulate you when you try to squirm away from him

- He LOVES your stomach. It doesn’t matter if you are on the skinnier or chubby side. He loves kissing and leaving marks on your stomach

- Jack is a big fan of cock warming. You are just so warm and tight and he wants to be inside of you all the time

- He moans a lot but he isn’t crazy loud. He does a lot of dirty talking though

- Jack does want you to be loud. It makes him feel like he is doing a good job. He could care less who could hear but he needs to hear you moaning his name

- He is sadistic but I don’t see him being as mean as some of the other pastas

- But I think Jack definitely loves to fuck you dumb. He wants to see that glazed over look in your eyes and you drooling and the only thing you can say is his name ( but his aftercare is top tier so no worries )

- He does go into heat. He is scared at first of letting you help him but he would go crazy if you offered

[ i am so sorry if this is short or has spelling errors. the last two days were sooooo loooooooong i am tired. i will make a pt 2 for this because it seems so short idk ]

#eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x y/n #eyeless jack smut #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta smut

[kenzlovesyou]

kate martin x reader who loves to cook? maybe not a big back, but someone who loves cooking for others and trying new foods?

yes i love this idea sm thank you for sending! as always, requests are always open! i hope you guys like this one :)

Made With Love - Kate Martin x Reader

You loved to cook. Whenever you did, it brought back memories of your grandmother and a happy home. The smell of soup boiling on the stove, brownies in the oven, it all reminded you of love. So now, you think of love whenever you cook. You were never good with words, so you used taste to show your affection for others. You’d always imagined the day you would be able to cook for someone you cared the most about. Your cooking was “scared” though, so you always waited to save it for the right person

After dating Kate for about six months, you realized you finally found the person you loved most. The one you wanted to cook for. Kate was smart, beautiful, kind, athletic, the list went on. You couldn’t name one thing about Kate that you didn’t love. Well, except her away games. That you didn’t love. You hated being away from her. However, it posed as a perfect opportunity for you to prepare what you wanted to make Kate as a surprise for her return. You needed a dish that said ‘Hey! I missed you!’ but also something that said ‘I suck at words and I’m trying to say I love you’.

Of course, you settled on a romantic but simple dinner. Chicken and pasta. Besides the fact that it was something you knew how to make like the back of your hand, you also knew it was Kate’s favorite meal. You were so excited you just had to tell Kate to expect something special.

Y/n 💕

get ready for a surprise when ur home ;)

Kate ❤️🧸

Oh my

Y/n 💕

nonnonono stop not like that

Kate ❤️🧸

😂🤣 I miss you so much!

You smiled at Kate’s messages. They seemed dry, but that was just Kate. You hoped she was missing you as much as you missed her. You hoped she was finally ready to say ‘I love you’.

While you were semi starting to panic, you went to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients you needed. You wanted to go above and beyond for Kate, like she always does for you, and make homemade pasta. You searched through the aisles and definitely splurged on a few higher quality (but also higher priced) items. You told yourself it was for Kate, but really it was for both of you. Once you were finished picking out your assortment of items, you checked out and went home to get to work.

As you rolled out the fresh pasta dough you’d just made, your mind floated to your favorite thought: Kate. You simply loved the thought of her. Something about cooking for her felt so domestic to you and for once it wasn’t scary. It wasn’t scary to think about life with Kate. You knew she cared for you and you cared for her. She was your teddy bear and protected you from anything bad, you loved her more than anything.

You looked at the time. It read 4:45. ‘Perfect timing!’ you thought to yourself. Kate would be home around 5:30, so you should have everything ready by then. You quickly placed the store bought flowers you had gotten into a vase with water and an ice cube and put it onto the dining table. You took two plates out of the cabinet and dished servings onto them. Right as you placed the plates on the table, you heard keys jingling outside your door. There she was.

You ran up to the door and swung it open as Kate unlocked it from the other side. Kate saw you and her face immediately brightened up. She put her bag down and pulled you into a tight hug. You smiled as you snuggled into her, you’d missed this a lot.

“Hi, my sweet sunshine!” Kate said to you as she placed a soft kiss on your cheek. You giggled and took her arm in yours, dragging her to the dining room. “Hi baby! Come on, I made you dinner!” Kate was shocked to say the least. You’d told her about you special your cooking was to you and how you were saving your skills for when you fell in love with a special person. She remembered how she’d joked that in that case you and her would be cooking for each other in no time.

The two of you sat down to eat and you looked at her expectantly as she took her first bite. You looked up into her eyes hopefully.

“Baby, this is amazing! I can’t believe you did all this for me!”

“All for you, Kate kat! It’s just my way of saying…y’know..”

Kate stared at you, waiting for you to finish what you were saying. When you realized she really wanted you to say it, you finally let the words fall out of your mouth.

“It’s my way of saying that I love you, Kate Martin. I love you so much. And I’m sorry it took me so long to say it but here I am saying it now because I’m crazy about you. I’ve never felt this way before. I love you.” You spilled out your feelings at a quick pace, almost not stopping for a breath of air. Kate simply smiled and got up from her seat. She bent down to where you were sat at the table and kissed you. It didn’t feel like a regular kiss, something about this one felt so much more natural and much more full of warmth and love than all your other kisses had felt like. It felt explosive like fireworks.

“I love you even more, Y/n.”

Kate finally broke the kiss and you two returned to your dinner. Once it was finished, Kate happily washed the dishes and you put on a movie. Neither of you paid much attention to it though, you both finding the other much more appealing to look at.

“So,” Kate smirked, “since you made me dinner does that also mean I get dessert?”

#kate martin x reader #wcbb #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb #kate martin #lv aces #wlw #wlw post #iowa hawkeyes

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Damian has learned many things since joining the family. He's found joy in Gotham even fighting Rouges and stopping crime he's made more happy memories here than he did while in the league.

Although he will always love his mother and be grateful for everything she has taught him many of those skills have been retired and he can't say he's partically angry about it.

What he's truly enjoyed most is his family Father and Richard, even Todd when he cooks and lets him sketch the alley cats that frequent his terrace.

'So Baby Bat guessing you weren't invited to the brother meeting tonight".

-

The pencil rolls hitting the floor. Jason was half paying attention more focused on the pasta he's stirring.

"I don't understand, what do you mean by that Todd"

Now Jason knows he's not exactly kept up to date on all the family's lovely adventures. But he can't place why Damian's voice is shaking.

Or why his little brother seems so hurt a part of him wants to scoop him up and wrestle his problems back to wherever hell they came from. But something stops him.

"I figured you were here cause of Dickbird and Timmy aren't you" he says carefully.

" Why would Drake and Richard have anything to do with my presence here." He spits, pausing.

"Are they together, Richard said he had something important to do and why would that be with Drake."

"Shit Dami sorry I must have made a mistake on the day it's the 16th not the 23rd my bad. The thing with Timmy is next week photography or something."

"Idiotic as ever Todd I will go back to my drawing now."

Jason would feel more offended at the blatant dismissal if he hasn't just lied.

Because Baby Brothers shouldn't be told that they aren't Dickie birds little Robin always.

That Dick is taking Tim on their weekly getaway to gone only knows where. That always seems to end with blood and death.

That their eldest brother is more fucked up then all of them combined and that only one is trusted enough to see what that means.

That as kind as Dick and even Tim can be they aren't always like that. There angry, vengeful, sadistic little shits that burn as much as they warm.

How's do you explain to the kid who's thinks the sun shines out of someone's ass that they are off galivanting with the favorite brother.

That the kid got off lucky for trying to kill the golden apple.

You don't.

You make food and watch him sketch the cat who's seen almost as many fights at Jason himself.

Ingnore your own twisted jealousy and pretend you wouldn't cut off your own arm if replacement asked.

Because only one Bat is unaware of who's the deadlist of who is lurking in the shadows weaving.

It's not Jason's place and more importantly he can't destroy the very pedestal that Jason still worships.

"Come on Dami, stop bugging the fucking cat and come eat."

Who's he to explain about the brothers who would put each other above all others even their own.

How do you explain that if you weren't practically the son of the last flying Grayson you would be another hidden name on a list more guarded than Bruce's emotions and that you would be rotting six feet under dead at the hands of your beloved Richard.

#tim drake #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batfam #bamf tim drake #bamf batfamily #Damian is Dicks son not his Brother #Jason is scared of both Dick and Tim #he should be #Dick and Tim are killing assassins #no one is invited to the party and Jason only knows cause he gets Drunk dialed

[readychilledwine]

Slow Hands

Part Two

A/N - Here's the first post for my "Here's to 100" Celebration week. 💙 I'm starting off with something I've received a few requests and messages about.

Warnings - mentions of abuse/trauma, mentions of child abuse, mentions of scars. Smut smut smut. Anal play, pet/master dom and sub dynamic play. Fingering, oral (m recving)/throat fucking. Minors DNI.

Part One

Lyria leaned closer into her mirror, examining the peachy nude lipstick she was wearing one more time before standing up straight and fixing part of her hair.

She was putting so much effort into her looks for a male. Something her brothers would frown upon since they normally praised her natural beauty. She had curled and braided her hair in places before pulling into a messy yet almost flirty, high ponytail. She had done her makeup. She put on expensive perfume.

She was even wearing a dress, something she had not done since being freed from the mountain. She brushed her hands along the baby blue fabric one more time before moving to look herself over in the full length mirror. The dress was one Rhysand had actually bought for her when he first brought her here. He loved the way the color sat on her golden skin tone, how it brought out the red in her hair. He had told her to save the little number for her first date in his court.

She didn't think he had planned on that date being with his brother. She pulled on her heels and put on the earrings she had picked for the night. A soft knock on her door made her heart beat pick up as she made her way over.

She opened the door, allowing Azriel in. "Hey, you're early." He was silent, staring at her with his mouth slightly parted. "Do I look okay? Rhys told me you had picked somewhere really nice, I can change." He grabbed her arm as she moved to go back to her room.

"You look stunning. I just didn't expect," he studied her again. The way the dress hugged her upper body, cinching at her small waist, before flaring out slightly and ending above her knees. Her long legs highlighted by the heels she was wearing. "Gods, you're beautiful."

She smiled softly at him. "You aren't so bad looking yourself." He was dressed in tighter black trousers, a black button up shirt. He had on several rings and a watch. "Let me grab my purse and we can go."

"You don't need your purse." He offered her his arm. "Let's just go get dinner."

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The restaurant Azriel brought her to was an Inner Circle favorite by the Sindra. Faelights and candles adorned the patio they had opted to sit on to enjoy the beautiful summer evening.

He found himself falling into easy conversation with her. They had spoken about his upbringing, how they met Rhys, about how she got into healing.

There was a couple tense topics Azriel wanted to approach with the Heiress, like the topic of her older brothers, of her fathers, of why Rhysand had brought her here and hid her from all of them until now, but he danced around them waiting for her to make an opening. He was tired of waiting though, and needed answers before he put his plan for tonight into action.

"Do you talk to your brothers?" She looked at him a little shocked and blinked. "If you don't mind me asking." She does, a shadow whispered. Gentle.

Lyria sighed, pushing her pasta around her plate. "I speak with Eris and Lucien. I do not talk to the other males I have the unfortunate pleasure of being related to."

Azriel nodded. "What's Eris actually like? Behind that mask and bullshit self defense mechanism?"

Lyria looked at Azriel and sighed softly. "Ask me what you actually want to ask."

"What happened with Mor? Did you have part in it?"

Lyria shook her head. "I was a child when they were engaged. All I remember from that night was Eris had allowed me to ride with him on a border patrol. We found her, and he begged her to let us help. She refused. He asked if he could at least get her somewhere she'd be safer, and could be found because the Autumn forest isn't a good place for people my father deems unworthy."

Lyria sighed again. "He had me use what little knowledge I had on winnowing to get her to the clearing you found her in. He hardly slept that night. I know there were discussions between the two of them before this all happened, some hushed fighting, but Eris protected me from whatever little things he could that would lead to Beron hurting me or using me. Mor included."

Azriel nodded. Slowly processing the added information. "So he isn't lying?"

"Eris is kind, caring, funny. He would have never purposely hurt her." Lyria pushed her plate away. "And your question on Lu?"

"How much has he told you?"

Lyria shook her head again before beginning to play with her hair. "Not much honestly. He's not thrilled we are here together, but he understands I am grown enough to make my own choices."

Azriel nodded again. "Why did Rhys hide you for so long?"

She shook her head and held up her arm, a small bargain tattoo unveiling itself. "I can't tell you that. Can we go? I feel like some of this is better discussed alone."

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Azriel pulled her closer to him as they sat on her couch. Talking had quickly turned into kissing, and kissing to heavy touching. Her nails were currently dragging down his bare chest, shirt long lost in some corner of her house, as he ran his own hands up her bare thighs.

Azriel lifted her, remembering he had wanted to repay a favor, and began walking her down the hallway to the room they were in last week.

It came alive the second they entered. Candles and faelights began to brighten, the sounds of nature setting in softly in the background. The soft smell of jasmine and honey hit his nose. "Why is it so… sensual smelling in here tonight?"

Lyria threw her head back with a soft moan as Azriel moved his kisses down her throat and neck. "Feyre and Rhys booked a couples massage lesson. I taught them little tips and tricks based in pleasure massage, they had champagne and chocolates, went home to try to make baby number two." Az chuckled softly against her throat. "Don't laugh. Couples in Velaris go crazy for my date night packages!"

Azriel kissed her deeply again, beginning to unlace the dress she was wearing. "And when is the last time someone took care of your body, Lyria?"

She knew it was a coded question. He was asking her two things. "It's been a while." She confessed.

"Let me take care of you, little fox. Get undressed. Lay on the table on your stomach." He kissed her gently before leaving the room to give her privacy to undress.

Lyria heated the table and blanket, sighing happily as she allowed the dress to fall and hung it. She got on the table, giggling as a shadow caressed her hair before covering her with a towel and Azriel entered.

Her approached her slowly, hand gently running her upper thigh to her ankle as he began to hold back anticipation over her newly exposed skin. He ran his hand softly back up the other leg, admiring every freckle on her shoulders before pausing to look at the scarring on her back.

She had been beaten with something, he ran a hand down one, the familiar sensation of a burn scar under his finger tips. Something that was on fire. "Who did this to you?"

Lyria sighed, turning to look at him with a brow raised. "Beron. His favorite method to put me in line with was a 9 tail whip. He liked how thin the scars were. If I was being extra defiant, he'd light the whip on fire after force feeding me faebane." She felt Azriel's grip on the table, his knuckles had turned white. Lyria pulled one of his hands to her head, laying it back down, "Start with the scalp and work down."

Azriel took a few stilling breaths, his hand instantly beginning to scratch and pull at her hair gently from the base. She let out a soft nose that brought him back to her, back to this moment. He didn't speak as he began to try to take care of her. He watched as she shivered slightly as he gripped the hair at the base of her neck. "You are beautiful," he whispered to her. "So beautiful."

Lyria moaned as his hands moved down to her neck and shoulders. He watched her shiver again, signaling to him he had found the right amount of pressure. He worked the tension out slowly before moving lower.

Lyria sighed softly as Azriel's hands ran along her back. He was being so gentle with her even if it was clear he didn't exactly know what he was doing.

She moaned as he applied more pressure to a tighter area, causing the male to grin with satisfaction. "Like that, little fox?"

"Just like that," her voice had become breathy, eyes fluttering shut. He was doing the best he could to remember her motions from the week before, copying them as closely as possible.

Azriel was almost desperate to see her fall apart the way he had. He was desperate to repay that favor. He allowed his shadows to begin exploring. Watching as they played in her hair, down her back, over the perfect ass he'd been dreaming about.

His goal was set as she moaned as he moved to another tight area. Lyria was going to cum for him tonight, and he honestly did not care how.

His methods became more focused, he began softer touches, watching as goosebumps danced across her skin. His shadows had begun to play in her hair. She was catching on to what was happening. "Whatcha doin', Az?" Her tone was playful as she lifted herself to peek over her shoulder at the blushing male.

Azriel smirked at her, a scarred hand going under the towel to touch the bare skin of her ass and squeezing it. "Repaying a favor." He started to use methods he knew worked. He began kissing her back and neck, whispering into her ear. "Do you want me to touch you, Lyria?"

"Cauldron boil me," she moaned softly as he bit her shoulder. He smirked as she arched her back slightly into him. He could smell her. The scent of their arousal mixing in the air as he moved his hand lower and closer to her core. A soft whimper left her throat. "Please."

"Please what, princess?"

"Touch me."

Azriel wasted no time, running his fingers on her already soaked core before pushing two into her. He used his other hand to tangle into her soft hair, pulling it to force her back to arch more. "Such a pretty little thing." She moaned loudly as his finger stretched her open.

"Azriel," her voice had gone completely breathy at this point. "Feels so good."

He smirked. "Just wait, princess. Your pretty cunt will feel so good wrapped around me." He pulled his fingers out of her, quickly turning her over on table and pulling her closer to the ledge. His fingers returned to her again, his thumb now joining in his assault on her by brushing against her clit. She had propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Azriel's fingers sunk in and out of her.

She was moaning his name, moaning praise, gasping softly with each delicious pull and push. "Look at me," he said. "Eyes on mine, princess." She looked into Azriel's hazel eyes. "Good girl. Such a good girl. Do you want to cum on my fingers?"

Lyria nodded, her red hair bouncing slightly at the motion. "Please."

"What do I get?" She whined as he curled his fingers into that perfect spot.

"Anything. You can have anything." Azriel hummed, and sped up his hands movements, groaning to himself as he felt her walls twitching around his fingers, tightening in excitement. Lyria was still following his orders, her beautiful eyes locked on his as her mouth fell open.

Azriel leaned forward, pushing her submission to find out exactly what he was dealing with. He grabbed her chin with his spare hand, holding her jaw open as he maintained eye contact with her, and then spit into her mouth. "Swallow." She did. "Cum, little fox." And she did. Lyria felt that coil snap in her stomach. He forced her to keep eye contact with him as she moaned out his name loudly, her toes curling. Shadows began to play along her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples causing more stimulation and prolonging her orgasm.

Azriel smirked as she rode his hand through her high, chest heaving. "On your knees. Take my pants off." He removed his fingers from her, pulling them to his mouth to suck them clean as he stepped back.

Lyria obeyed, getting on her knees in front of him and unlacing the tight material. She pulled them down his thighs and removed them, running her hands back up his thighs as she sat and waited. "Mouth open, hands behind your back. Tap my thigh twice if it's too much." He stroked his cock, watching as she got into position and parted her lips for him. "Gods, you are obedient, aren't you?"

"I just want to be your good girl," the soft confession almost made Azriel feel guilty as he pushed himself into her mouth, gripping the back of her head to hold her in place as the base of him.

"And you are." He began to fuck her throat slowly, watching her face as drool and tears began to form. His hands were laced tight into her hair for control as he growled above her. "Look so beautiful with my cock down your throat. Such a pretty little mess." She gagged softly around him. Play. He commanded his shadows, smirking as she moaned loudly at them beginning to trace over her clit, her nipples, dragging themselves between her folds. He picked up speed, watching as her mascara began to run, moaning as he destroyed her.

A familiar tight feeling started in his abs as his wings began to flare more. Azriel ripped her off of him and up before it could go further than he wanted and bent her over the table. "Are you on the tonic?" She nodded, unable to form words as his shadows continued their assault. "Good." Azriel lined himself up and pushed inside of her, head falling back into his shoulders as they both moaned. He grabbed both of her arms, pulling her slightly off the table and forcing her to use her abs to support herself.

He set a fast pace, filling her in a way no male ever had before. Stretching her more than any male had before. Lyria was quickly a mess, moaning his name and meeting his thrusts. "Is that the only word my beautiful little fox knows now? Have I fucked you so dumb already you can only say my name?" The drag of his cock as he teased her made her whimper and nod. "Fucking perfect. You are fucking perfect." Azriel grabbed both of her wrists in one hand. His other hand was squeezing her ass again as she laid back on the table.

"How far can I push you, Lyria? Where's the line?" Azriel began to tease her other hole. "Should we find out, princess?"

A scream of his name as he found that sensitive spot in her cunt was her only response. He could feel her wetness dripping, he could feel her tightening around his cock. He took the chance and pushed his thumb into her ass, chuckling as she moaned his name again. "Azriel, fuck! Please."

"Flithy fucking whore, aren't you?" Lyria nodded, smiling at the accusation. "Should I fuck your pretty ass next time? Gods, I'm going to fucking keep you. Can I keep you baby girl? Lock you up in my cabin in chains and just use this little body? Ill treat you like such a good little pet baby. You will be so spoiled."

Lyria was lost, pleasure building so tightly in her stomach she was going to explode soon. He felt so good inside of her and each groan and growl he released had her body fluttering in feminine pleasure. "Yes, master." Azriel groaned above her. "You can keep me."

He was smirking behind her again. He began thrusting even harder into the overly sensitive spot, growling as she got impossibly tighter around him. "Good little pet." His thumb was moving in time with his cock, he could feel it dragging, adding stimulation for both of them. Lyria was twitching around him, drooling and whispering in his name as over sensitivity set in. "Are you going to cum with my thumb in your ass, pet?"

A harsh thrust came after the question, making Lyria see stars as her toes began to curl again. "Yes, master. Can I cum? Please?"

Azriel growled again, his own orgasm right within reach. "Cum," he commanded. "Cum on my cock. I want to feel you fall apart on me."

She came with a scream of his name, Azriel roaring behind her as he also fell over the edge with that final stimulation of her walls fluttering around him. "That's it, pet. There you go." The hand holding her wrist dropped them, guiding her soft pushing against his hips to pull him further into her. "Good girl, Lyria." He pulled his other hand out of her, resting it by her waist as he ran the other up and down her back. "Took me so well, baby."

Lyria shuttered at the praise. Her eyes shut as she came down fully. "We should do this again." Azriel nodded in agreement, pulling out of her slowly and grabbing the towel on the table to clean both of them.

Lyria turned as he threw it into the hamper and froze. Azriel looked at her his brows knitted in confusion. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Then he felt it. Azriel froze as well as he stared at her. A snap happened between the both of them causing his breath to hitch and hers to still.

The string connecting them was golden and sparkling. He pulled her to him instantly, hand holding the back of her hair as he began to cry happily into her head. "You have no clue how long I've been looking for you." He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, then each cheek and nose. He finally kissed her lips. Lyria kissed him back, just as eager and smiled as he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. "Maybe we can do this again in a couple days, but minus the sex? Just spend time together?"

She nodded at his offer, trying to ignore her growing glowing skin. "I'd like that a lot."

"Do you always glow after sex?"

He smiled as she blushed. "No. I glow when I'm happy."

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x vanserra!oc #azriel x oc #azriel fic #readychilledwine's heresto100 celebration

[captainpondlilly]

Okay! The Gilear plush has arrived. This is my best attempt at all of his lines. Two have been unintelligible to me, and several are pretty long and fast which made it hard to follow.

My search history is.. hospitals near me, foot stuck in object, head stuck in object

You're low, he's low, It's Gilear's day baby!*

A guy on the street kicked me in the nuts as hard he could

I don't like "lunchlad"

Help me to understand what I have done to deserve this

My horoscope says "today is a good day to die motherfucker"

I ate a quick cup of yogurt on the way over here to bolster my spirits after I changed, I'm ever so sorry

What do you mean "When" life gives you lemons

I went to apply for the guidance counselor position but I was usurped by a drug dealing werewolf named Jawbone

In my haste to put the armor on I buckled the leg plate and think I clipped the tip of my penis against one of the leg plates and Everytime I move it feels like it might fall off so I ASSURE you demon I have no pride to speak of!

In highschool I was voted "Most Likely To Get Pushed Out Of A Tree"

My car was repossessed by the ride share app that I was working for

It's actually a good thing that no one came to my birthday party because the bounce house flooded and was swept out to sea

I just discovered that *all* of my emails have been going to everyone's spam

Unfortunately I have been banned from that hot air balloon service not because of anything that happened to me in particular but the guys who run it just sort of know my whole deal

Mmm this yogurt tastes like *potatoes*

I asked the woman at Home Depot why my plants kept dying and she said it seemed like they were reaching away from the sun

I've found out recently that one of my shoes is so filled with mildew because a pipe in my bedroom is leaking and I've developed a fungal infection in my foot which I didn't know was possible for elves to get

I don't think that I've ever "Peaked" in that we started neutral and have been going downhill ever since

I am currently trapped in a storm drain. The bottom half of me is above the ground, the other is below

Another Own Goal for Gilear Faeth, yes

Everyone knows you eat 7 spiders in your sleep every year, but I have a bunch coming into me the backway

My sandcastle I'm afraid was destroyed, as I was about to finish it, the tide came in and with it a man holding a bazooka who shot me and killed me

I know you're not going to believe this but Ive just been kicked by a snake

I found out the hard way that people can legally reject status as an emergency contact

The title of my autobiography is going to be Gilear Faeth: Please Stop

On my way here I was carrying a large bowl of Italian wedding soup which shattered on the ground in front of me and several of the small pasta balls rolled through the cracks and alerted vermin to my presence. I've since learned after a trip to the hospital I am deathly allergic to the sting of millipedes which is a way of me saying I need someone to come down to the hospital and pay for this. There is a doctor holding a gun to my head and now that I think about it this clinic is in the back of a storage unit and I think have gone to the wrong place

he said and I quote "he'd stomp my goon ass" if I ever got on his bus again

Gorthalax it was very nice to meet you, you've made a cuckold of me

We're the throw up boys!*

I've been informed that the brownies I consumed were laced with cannabis and rat poison

I am completely unprepared for the perils ahead and am deeply frightened, I'll go get the coffee

A gorilla monster punched me so hard in the back of the head I died

Today I have been hit by 3 scooters

Everytime you squeeze my hand it breaks several small bones

My imaginary friend as a child ghosted me because he said I was too depressing

Do you want me to go back? I warn you, it will break me

Can I interest you in an herbal soda? You must understand I am an intern at a ponzi scheme*

When I go to sleep at night I dream of a world where I might be able to walk through a field without stepping on a rake or gopher hole

If anyone needs me... I will be surprised.

If it wasn't for bad luck, Id have no luck is both true and what was written upon the billboard I crashed through

I wonder if any of these will feature in Junior year 👀

*Thanks to @cappa-cappa for telling me the lines I wasn't able to make out!!

#d20 #dimension 20 #naddpod #bahumia #brian murphy #emily axford #brennan lee mulligan #gilear faeth #siobhan thompson #lou wilson #ally beardsley #dropout #spire #fantasy high #fantasy high freshman year #fantasy high sophomore year #fantasy high junior year

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

i read ur free use kink drabble (ah maaazing) and saw u want reqs SOOOO

i neeed need need a free use oneshotnof miguel.

you'll just be sitting in your apartment and he'll come over dick out knowing you'll obey him RAAAAH or when your cooking dinner and he'll slowly tease ur sensitive bud until you have to stop stirring your pot so he can take you right on the counter

Cooking was never exactly you’re speciality.

It wasn’t like you were specifically bad, a lot of your personal confidence coming from the inedible atrocities previewed on Worst Cooks in America, but it wasn’t like you had the culinary flair to perfectly season and cook a steak every other night.

Therefore, like many others, you could be described as a big fan of pasta, the whispers of a dish swimming around in the boiling pot of salted water as of right now.

At least you knew how to do that.

And while pasta was an easier course to make, the mindless stirring and testing of the texture required some form of strayed concentration.

All the reason why you completely neglected to notice the giant figure looming behind you.

Calloused hands snakes around you waist, a soft tickle of brown curls over your ear as Miguel bent down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

The position was sweet, something people could almost describe as domestic.

But then the hard outline of his cock pressing into your back had you straightening.

"Mig-"

The rest of his name fizzled into a broken gasp as his fingers slid past the hem of your shorts, gliding through your slit once before traveling up to stroke your clit.

"Yeah, baby? What's wrong?"

Feigned-confusion laced in voice, the undertone of that cocky teasing easily bleeding through.

“Right now?” You bit your lip, a feeble attempt to bury the moan threatening to fall past your lips. Regardless, the man behind you seemed to notice, the low chuckle that followed sending another shiver up your spine.

“Yes, pretty, right now.” The gentleness of the kiss he placed on your head greatly contrasted with the ardent speed at which he slid your bottoms down your hips, thumb still trained above your thighs. “You can take it.”

He aligned himself over you, watching your legs start to tremble with each torturous rotation, boiling water bubbling dangerously close to the rim of your pot.

With a click, the heat was reduced to a low simmer, his free hand lacing through yours as he pushed into you with a grunt.

"Fuck," he cursed, fingers squeezing yours as he started to fuck you over the counter. "That's it, sweetheart."

Warmth crept up your abdomen at his voice, raw, fervent need dripping through his tone.

“My pretty, little whore,” Miguel forced another whine from you. “Always so wet for me, so desperate to be fucked stupid.”

Each thrust had you closer and closer to the edge, the cord of ecstasy growing thinner until it threatened to snap. One finally push had you falling over the edge, voice suddenly lost as you felt him meet his own climax, stopping for a moment to soak in the pleasure before slowly rotating his hips into yours in hopes of gently taking you down from your own high.

That was definitely one of the oddest things about him; the contradiction of his sweet touches and words against his uncontrolled lust for you.

Just like the way he’d plant a tender kiss on top of your head, muttering something about how pretty you looked coming for him, before giving your ass a tender smack and leaning down to your shoulder once more.

"We're getting take-out.”

#spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel

[hedgehog-moss]

The autumn growing season in the greenhouse is coming to an end, so here are my plant reviews!

1. Basil: 11/10

I’ve never had so much basil before! I planted it when it was a baby and it grew to the size of a baobab. I’ve made SO many jars of pesto, I can make pasta all winter. The basil plant started suffering from the cold around mid-November and I harvested the last leaves, but it grew amazingly as long as indoor temperatures remained above 10°C at night.

2. Bell pepper: 10.5/10

The only reason I’m ranking it lower is because I like basil better, but I’ve had a constant supply of beautiful green peppers all throughout the autumn! The plant is very low-maintenance and bravely produced peppers in 35° greenhouse temperatures in early September and 10° temperatures in November without a complaint.

3. Green beans: 10/10

I love fresh green beans. I planted different kinds, purple ones and green ones, and discovered with a bit of surprise that the former grow a deep purple colour and then become green when you cook them. It’s a fun plant. And they grow very well in vertical growing towers!

4. White onions: 9/10

They didn’t thrive in my planters for some reason (they seemed to get smothered by the other plants around them) but they were very happy by themselves in the vertical tower. Will keep that in mind for next year.

5. Kohlrabi: 8/10

Kohlrabi shouldn’t be so high in the list because I don’t like eating it all that much, but it grows so enthusiastically and then it looks like little green aliens going \o/ in their towers, it’s just a very endearing plant.

6. Lettuce: 7/10

The lettuces (I’m making this word countable) in the towers grew amazingly in September thanks to having their feet constantly soaking in water, while their sisters in the planters were suffering from the heat. But as soon as the weather grew colder and more humid all the tower lettuces became covered with mildew :( Meanwhile the planter lettuces were having their 15 minutes of fame (see second picture)—until the weather got even wetter in November and they finally succumbed to mildew as well. So I’ll note that tower lettuce is good for summer and planter lettuce for early autumn, and then the greenhouse gets too humid for healthy lettuce.

6. Parsley: 5/10

Parsley is in the shame corner. It grew very very well in its tower—so well that its roots started colonising the little pipe that brings water, so the pipe became clogged and water stopped circulating in the tower and the parsley died. That is the definition of shooting yourself in the foot, parsley, you short-sighted plant. You wanted instant water gratification and ended up with nothing. There’s a lesson to be learnt here. (The lesson is to put parsley at the bottom of the tower rather than at the top where the pipe is.)

7. Miscellanies: my aubergine plant produced stakhanovically in September and then shrivelled up and died as soon as October (and cold nights) started. Definitely a summer-only plant (at least in a non-heated greenhouse). Fennel grew incredibly well, both in the planters and in the towers, but I discovered (I’d never tried it before) that it tastes exactly like anise and I hate anise. I tried cooking it in a gratin as I figured cheese makes everything okay, but not even cheese could make fennel tolerable to me. No more fennel. Arugula (<- the superior word. Boycott rocket) grew well but had trouble asserting itself next to my giant basil plant. I’ll try to give it more space to grow next time, poor arugula got so squished.

And finally:

8. Fish (not rated for reasons explained below, but it’s hard to imagine what a fish could do wrong)

The point of the vertical growing towers is to try aquaponic gardening—they are connected via pipes and a pump to a water tank in which I would like to raise fish. The idea of aquaponics is that the fish and the plants have a symbiotic relationship, with the fish’s waste fertilising the water for the plants, and the plants’ roots cleaning the water for the fish as they absorb these nutrients. It’s recommended to start with goldfish for the first year as they are quite sturdy, then once you know how your greenhouse behaves in every season, the water temperature changes etc, you can try other kinds (including edible fish).

^ So I had four little pioneers in an aquarium in my kitchen waiting to move to the greenhouse—but I needed to stabilise the pH of the water (among other things) before bringing in the fish, and that proved very difficult! My pH had daily fluctuations that I tried to tame by adding potassium bicarbonate or varying the % of rainwater vs. spring water in the tank, and nothing worked. I thought it was because I had put so many plants in the towers, but as I started removing the summer plants and the pH didn’t improve, I finally tried putting my pH sensor in a bucket of distilled water to see if it worked... and it turned out that the sensor was malfunctioning. I bought a new sensor, who immediately told me that my pH was perfectly adequate. I felt daft.

Anyway, my brave pioneer fish were moved to the greenhouse last week and they seem to be enjoying their new tank (they’ve got lots of plant roots dipping in the water to nibble on or hide behind), so I’ve ordered the rest of the goldfish gang! My greenhouse will become a lot more populated tomorrow, stay tuned :)

#crawling along #i procrastinate on writing posts sometimes and then they become incredibly long monster posts instead of several little posts i'm sorry! #it should be noted that pandolf was freed from his glass jail after that first photo was taken #i just think his presence improves photographs

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Alright my friend, what about a smutty blurb with Steve that is totally not related to your writer's block at all? 👀

You're frustrated with work. Something not going the way you want it to. You're huffy. You're at your desk, the kitchen counter, heck you're outside by the pool trying to work on it.

Steve's tried the sweet, baby come relax, he's tried making you drinks. Feeding you snacks. You're like nah, Steve, I'm going to sit here and huff, nothing is going to work.

His penis. His penis is gonna work. Take it out on Stevie, he doesn't mind. In fact, he'd love it if you got a little mean, a little more vocal for a change.

- @superblysubpar 💛

TAYLOR WHAT THE FUCK IM FINE

18+

You’d been sitting in front of your paperwork for hours. Books surrounded you, mostly unopened, sheets of paper showing nothing more than scored out sentences and scribbles in the margins, hearts and clouds that turned into frowny faces and raindrops.

There was a coffee cup, still full, untouched as was your flask of water, the bowl of strawberries Steve had placed on your desk after you’d turned down his offer of lunch. And the last three times he’d asked you about dinner, about settling down for the night, you’d grunted and grumbled your disagreement, gaze never straying from your work.

“Honey, c’mon,” Steve tried again, the clock on the wall above you ticking towards eleven o’clock. You’d been at it for almost nine hours. “You need to eat. There’s pasta waiting for you. How ‘bout you eat and I’ll run you a bath—”

“Steve,” you didn’t quite snap, but it was awfully close. Your voice was clipped and your boyfriends name didn’t come out nearly as half as sweet as you normally said it. “I need to finish this.”

“You’re not gonna get anything done when you’re in that mood,” Steve shot back, eyebrows raised when you huffed at him, barely turning away from your desk to look at him.

“I’m not in a mood.”

The boy laughed at that, a breathy noise that sounded more mean than amused. He walked into the room, abandoning his position against the doorframe that he’d been leaning on. You felt him before you heard him, nose brushing behind your ear before his hands came to rest on the desk in front on you, arms either side, caging you in.

“Yes, you are,” Steve replied calmly. His tone would’ve riled you if it hadn’t been for his lips on your neck, ghosting across the nape of it, his nose pushing your hair out of the way for himself. “Can’t lie, babe, you’re gettin’ a little bitchy—”

“Steve—”

“And I know you’re stressed, honey, but you’re not gonna get much done when you’re locking yourself away in here all day.” Another kiss, this time on your jaw, softened his words. “Take a break. It’ll be here tomorrow. Eat. Shower. Sleep.”

You groaned, pouting at the boy’s words. You knew he was right, you did. But the empty lines on your notebook mocked you. “I can’t,” you grunted, slipping back into your bad mood. Grey clouds seemed to gather in front of your vision. “I can’t do any of that until this is finished.”

Steve straightened back up then, his mouth leaving your skin. You weren’t sure if you were disappointed or pleased he was listening. But then his hand came back into your line of view and your book was snapped shut.

“Hey! Steve, I told you—“

Your chair was spun, Steve’s pretty face in front of yours as he leaned into your space, one hand take your cheeks between his fingers and thumb, squeezing a little. A warning.

“Do me instead.”

You blinked, jaw slackening, even in his grip. “What?”

The boy grinned. “You heard me, honey. Do me. Use me. C’mon, let me get you out of that pretty head of yours, huh? Make yourself feel better.”

That’s how you ended up bent over your desk, sleep shorts on the floor and your vest top pulled down so your tits could spill out, hard nipples grazing the tabletop. Your papers were spilled in every corner of the room, pens rolling to the carpet as Steve kept you pressed down with one large hand on the small of your back.

The other held your knee, hitching it up and pinning it to the desktop, keeping you spread open for him as he fucked himself into you, hips rolling slow until you cried out in frustration.

“What’s that?” He cooed, brow furrowed as he tried to hold himself back, his eyes dark and trained on your cunt, the way it glistened in the glow of the lamp, the way it stretched over the girth of his cock. “You gettin’ all quiet on me? C’mon, honey, you’ve been runnin’ that bitchy little mouth all day, you wanna ask for something?”

Steve reared back, a hand leaving your back to deliver a swift slap to your ass, a groan rumbling in his chest as he watched it jiggle for him. You whined, eyes fluttering closed as you tried to arch your back, doing your best to take more of his cock.

“Try asking a little sweeter, baby,” Steve smiled, panting as he kept himself snug inside of you. You were tight around him, teetering on the edge, just where he wanted you. “Ask me real sweet and I’ll give it to you, yeah?”

You gave in then, gasping, fingers curling around the edge of the table. “Harder! Jesus, Steve, fuck me harder, please… please baby.”

Steve grinned as he pulled almost all the way out of you, the tip of his cock nudging at your folds, revelling in the way your cunt tried to suck him back in, desperate.

“Shit, honey, see?” Steve slammed back into you before you had a chance to reply, groaning when you moaned high and loud, cheek pressed to the table. “Gonna give you whatever you want, just gotta be nice about it. You’re out of your bad mood now, aren’t you?”

You didn’t have it in you to argue back.

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[i2ycat]

— the ‘us’ theory

pairing sunoo x fem!reader synopsis after years of no contact, a sudden rekindling in your relationship with sunoo makes sparks soar higher than they’ve ever gone. it’s hard not to see just how much you missed being around your old best friend again genre slight angst, fluff, childhood best friends to lovers, college au word count 4.3k (was only supposed to be arnd 600, idk what happened LOL) warnings wrote this on 1% brain cells so please excuse if it seems like the plot is underdeveloped and pacing is weird, i know nothing ab mortal kombat, semi-proofread main masterlist

reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!

You’ve known Sunoo since forever. From the moment you took your first baby step to the moment you got absolutely hammered by another girl in your grade, Sunoo had been right by your side, from kindergarten all the way to primary school.

It was weird not to see your brooding self beside the beaming boy, seeing as you guys never separated from each other for even a second. It made your parents think the both of you had separation anxiety, always throwing tantrums whenever the other wasn’t around.

But that was only until primary school.

By the time secondary school rolled around, you naturally started to drift apart. Being in the year above him, he stuck to his own group of friends, while you had yours. You had easily accepted the course that your relationship with Sunoo was headed off to, wanting to fit in with the rest of your ‘ew juniors’-minded clique so badly, because who hung out with juniors anyways?

It didn’t help that, not soon after, your father was stationed to a different department of the company on the other side of the world. You felt sad leaving everything you knew behind, all the familiar places, but you were also 13 and ready to be anywhere but the place you had been confined to. It felt exhilarating to finally leave everything behind — not that you had much to begin with. It’s always been just your mother, your father, and you.

Sunoo was out of the conversation by the time you turned 16. He became just someone you’d remember in passing; your parents bringing him up every now and then, but you never dwelled on the thought of him for too long.

By the time you were 19, you could barely remember what he even looked like, given that you'd only seen up until his pre-puberty phase: toothy grins, chubby cheeks, and all.

So imagine your shock when a taller, more mature shell of a man presents himself in front of you, claiming to be the Kim Sunoo you’ve already forgotten all about.

“Don’t you remember me? I’m Kim Sunoo!”

You met him by complete chance.

The last time you heard of Sunoo was when your mom broke the news on a random Sunday night that the Kim family would be permanently moving to Japan, and that was three years ago.

“Cmon, I’ve known you for, like, 13 years.” He clicks his tongue.

“Yeah, I guessed. I’m just shocked to see you here.”

“What? Is seeing a young man shopping for groceries so hard to believe?” He jokes, taking a pack of ramen noodles from the shelf and placing it carefully into his cart.

“It’s not that.” You chuckle. “I thought you moved to Japan?”

“Well, I can’t really be leeching off my parents forever.”

He’s got more wit to him than you remember.

“Right,” You quickly reply, unconsciously walking the rest of the noodles and pasta aisle at the same pace that he is.

“Wow, even after all these years, you’re still the same old Y/n I used to know.” He smiles at you, the apples of his cheeks tinting a light pink under the blindingly white LED lights overhead. It suddenly brought you back to times of playing together in the playground after school, the summer rays rendering the both of you sweaty messes while your mothers talked about adult gossip somewhere in the distance. The simpler times, when fitting into social circles barely even mattered yet.

“Am I supposed to be offended?” As you arrive closer to the snack aisle, you start to grab at items not scribbled on your sad excuse of a grocery list. You should really stop doing that; you mentally chide yourself.

“Maybe. Depends on how you take it.” He shrugs. “Doritos?” You shake your head.

Silence starts to permeate the air between the both of you, save for some random Nirvana tune playing faintly in the background. It wasn’t awkward per se, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either; rather, it sat right in the middle.

You’ve known Sunoo for 13 whole years of your younger adolescent days, but right now, it feels like you’ve just met him for the first time. Technically you are, after a few years that is, but maybe it was just you and your ineptitude for social interactions. Chae was right, you really should socialize with people more.

A beat or two passes by, “Are you free tomorrow by any chance?” Sunoo turns to you, bright eyes boring into yours.

“Why?”

“I just moved here like a week ago, and I have absolutely no friends.” He pouts, “Mind giving an old friend company on his own birthday?”

“It’s your birthday?” You stop in your tracks.

“Tomorrow, yeah.”

“Okay. Just send me the address.” You take out your phone to hand him, “You’re not just about to lure and kill me right?”

“Now why would I do that?” He lifts his eyebrows at you as he keys in his phone number, naming himself ‘no.1 childhood best friend’ in the process.

“You can never be too sure nowadays.”

“Yeah, as if I would kill my only friend in this entire city.” He retorts, fingers brushing yours ever-so-slightly as he hands you back your phone.

—

Seeing the bare-bones state that Sunoo’s box apartment was in made you feel for him. You’d already spent your early teens adjusting to the chaos that New York was, and you’ve acclimated to it by now, with the help of your parents, of course, but Sunoo, on the other hand? He came completely alone, with a singular suitcase in tow. It ignited a sense of protectiveness towards him. The same way it was when you were younger.

Sunoo was always one of the more smaller and younger children in the kindergarten, but that only made him more loved by the teachers and other caretakers. Memories resurfaced of how everyone would coo whenever Sunoo showed his signature smile, silently wishing they had a kid as endearing as Sunoo. They’d bring extra just for him, and Sunoo, being the sweet kid he was, basked in all of it blissfully.

The rest of the older kids didn’t like how Sunoo hogged all the adult’s attention, so they would constantly pick at him during play time, behind the knowledge of the teachers. Since you were a year older and much taller than Sunoo then, you always felt the instinctive need to step in and protect him from all of it, even getting sucker punched in the face for him one time. You chuckle at the distinct memory of Sunoo crying in the sidelines whilst you laid on the mat, a comically large bandage plastered on your cheek.

“What’s so funny?” Sunoo sticks his head out from the cupboard, eyeing your figure on the couch.

“I’m laughing at the fact that you at least have a couch.” You pat the space next to you.

“Hey, you can’t judge. I just moved here, and I don’t know where anything is anymore.” He says this as he pours room-temperature orange juice into plastic cups. “Happy birthday to me.” He sighs, handing you one.

“This is actually really sad.” You take a single sip out of the clear cup before setting it down on the arm of Sunoo’s sofa that was more like a loveseat if anything. “And I’m not just talking about the orange juice.”

“At least I’m not alone!”

“Why’d you move here anyway? I’m sure there’s better places than big ole overpriced New York.” You bring up a leg to get comfortable, and Sunoo does the same, his knee lightly grazing yours in the process.

“You wouldn’t wanna hear it.” He sighs.

“No, tell me!”

“It’s stupid.”

“I won’t judge. Pinky promise.” You bring your pinky rings towards his, locking them.

“I actually moved here for you.” He says it so softly that you thought you had misheard.

“Sorry, I think I misheard.”

“Nah, I think you heard correctly.” He bends down to grab a forkful of noodles, the one he bought yesterday, and moans gleefully at the bundles of flavour exploding in his mouth, “Woah. I think this might be my new favourite ramen.”

“Wait, you’re not being serious, are you?” Sunoo shakes his head at you, his cheeks blowing up as noodles enter his mouth, strand by strand. “Are you stupid?” You completely drop the smile you had been sporting just a minute ago, beyond baffled by Sunoo’s lack of critical thinking.

“Gosh, Sunoo! What would you have done if I hadn’t run into you last night? What if I already moved to a different state? A different country even?!”

“My mom is still in contact with yours, so I’m pretty sure I would’ve ended up at your front door anyway." He nonchalantly answers, shrugging his shoulders the way he always does.

You’ve completely forgotten how Sunoo was always the free spirit in your dynamic, doing anything and everything he wanted without ever thinking about the after. He always downplayed the severity of the consequences, only thinking about the moment and living in it blissfully.

Just a few days prior to your drift apart, Sunoo had dragged you out of your 6th grade classroom just before recess ended and towards the outdoor basketball court. A little mat had been planted on the grass, with what you could recognise as Sunoo’s lunch box set neatly on top.

He had asked you to skip class with him, a kind of celebration on the last day of school. Thanks to him, you were absolutely horrified to come home that day, while him, on the other hand, was not the slightest bit concerned.

“Why? Just why? We haven’t talked for, what, 6 years? And suddenly you move 13 hours away from home to be in the same city that I am?” You were fuming, and for a reason you weren’t too sure about yourself.

Maybe it was the knowledge that he had been thinking about you even after your drift apart, while you were not. Maybe it was the guilt of being the one to instigate the drift in the first place, but he still made his way towards you.

“I’m not too sure either.” He places the chopsticks on the makeshift coffee table. “But at least you’re here, and I’m not alone on my birthday.” He offers you a cheeky grin, one that reaches his eyes, and it almost instantly gives you whiplash.

“You’re driving me crazy here, Sunoo.”

“You said you wouldn’t judge and… it’s still my birthday, ya’know.” He pouts, cocking his head to the side in an attempt to soothe your bubbling anger with his biggest weapon — his face. “Can you stop being your practical self for just a second?” His tone was light, and his eyes were pleading.

He probably still remembered your weakness for pretty faces, and was taking advantage of that at the most convenient of times.

Damn Sunoo and damn pretty privilege.

—

After Sunoo’s semi-successful birthday party—his words, not yours—he’s been sticking to you like glue. He practically lives in your apartment with how much time he spends there. Even when you’re out for classes or errands, he'll take it upon himself to make himself feel at home. You practically spent every second of every day with him, just like it used to be when you were younger.

Your mother was overly ecstatic to find out that you had rekindled your friendship with Sunoo — almost so ecstatic in fact that it alarmed you just a tad bit, scared that she might try to set you up with her best friend’s only son.

She had even suggested that the both of you live together to save costs, she says. You weren’t entirely sold on that fact, seeing as you still wanted your semblance of privacy and freedom in your own home, but with the rising rent prices these days, it wasn’t really a choice now, was it?

“My mother says we should move in together.” You say this over a plate of scrambled eggs, one that Sunoo had so graciously offered to cook.

“I’m sorry?” Sunoo chokes on his cup of black tea.

“I mean, our dynamic is pretty good. You finish things that I don’t. I say it’s a pretty good match.”

Over the course of the last few months that you’ve been on-off living with Sunoo, you learned that he has a habit of picking up things that you’ve left aside to be forgotten. One instance of this was when you found your incomplete knitting project in Sunoo’s more nimble hands, working away while on his spot on your couch.

He explained that seeing things unfinished was a big pet peeve of his, and it usually works in your favour anyway.

“Yeah, but what about my apartment?”

“You say that as if you don’t basically already live here.” You pick up a piece of egg with your fork to bring it to your mouth.

“I guess, yeah, but..." His words trail off. “Never mind.”

“But what, Sun?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, taking a big gulp of his tea before setting the cup back down onto your wooden table, the one Sunoo had picked alongside some other furniture pieces that now scattered your flat.

“You better give up that act now because you know how stubborn I can get.” You peg the fork at him in a faux effort to assert intimidation. Not that you could be any more intimidating with your furrowed eyebrows and grim expression.

“It’s just...”

“Just?”

Sunoo ultimately sighs, picking up his plate to bring to the sink and turning his back towards you. “I would love to live together, really." He starts off. “But what if you bring other guys over? I don’t think I could handle that.”

“That’s it? You’re flattering me by even thinking I can pull guys.” You laugh as you make your way towards Sunoo with an empty plate in your hands. “Sun, there’s nothing to worry about, but I’ll make sure to let you know beforehand if I ever do.”

“That’s not what I was implying.” Sunoo keeps his voice low and whisper-like, almost like he doesn’t want you to hear, but you do anyway.

“Okay, then what do you mean?”

“I’m saying that I think I like you.” He takes a deep breath, finding it hard to formulate words from his thoughts. “I... I just... When we were 13, when we started drifting apart, I felt so lost and confused. I didn’t want to be like those movie cliches, losing my best friend because of high school or whatever.” He doesn’t look up from the dishes in front of him; instead, he focuses on mindlessly scrubbing the mug.

“I followed you here because, even after six long years, you were still my number one. I missed your presence. I always wondered when you would contact me again, but that never happened. I guess I was also too scared to talk to you first, so that’s that.” He continues. “I don’t want to burden you with my feelings any more than they already are, and if we officially, actually lived together, I don’t think my heart could handle all that.”

To say you were speechless was an understatement. You stared at him long enough to see dots, and yet you couldn’t think of anything to say.

Sunoo liked you. The little boy from kindergarten that you promised to protect liked you. Your best friend up until you were 13 liked you?

“Sun...” You start off but can never seem to find a proper end to your sentence.

“You don’t have to answer me right now. Or, as a matter of fact, you don’t even have to accept it. I just thought you should know since you proposed we live together.” He washes the foam away, setting the clean dishes on the drying rack. “I’ll take my leave now.” He smiles at you, and by the time the door closes behind him, you’re still standing frozen.

You don’t know what to do with this information. Yeah, Sunoo was cute, and you had a soft spot for him, but that doesn’t mean you like him. He grew up well, but that doesn’t mean you no longer saw him as the boy you needed to protect from the world. It was all a clash of thoughts, really.

—

A week had gone by since you texted Sunoo back, saying that you needed space to think. But you weren’t really using the time to think at all; you were actually doing quite well at doing the exact opposite.

“Chae, come on! That’s cheating!” You yell, aggressively pressing away at the console for your Omni-Man to dodge Kung Lao’s wrath.

“No, you just suck.” Chae sticks her tongue out at you. And after a few moments of tense silence, “Aaaand, K.O!” She cheers in your face while you pan at the bold K.O. letterings on the screen in admission of defeat.

“I’ll beat you next time.”

“Oh baby, there won’t be a next time until you sort out whatever it is you’re worrying about first.” She takes the console from your hands and sets it back in its original place under the divider of her TV set. “Now, talk to me.” She says this as she takes a seat beside you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Yeah, sure, as if you're coming here at 1 a.m. on a Wednesday night, even when you have classes tomorrow, is because of nothing.”

“I just couldn’t sleep. That’s all.”

“I’m going to go bald from all the stress you’re giving me.” She tugs harshly at her shoulder-length hair. “See this?!”

Your laugh echoes in Chaewon’s humble apartment, which overlooks the entirety of New York with the perfect view — one that her life as a social media influencer is able to afford. At times like these, you felt like you were her sugar baby, leeching off her big-time success like the broke college student you are.

“You’re being overly dramatic.”

"Yeah, and sometimes I wish you were more like me. Give me the damn drama!” She drapes herself all over you, head resting on your bare legs.

“Okay, fine!”

“Good.” She finally grins, taking a bag of popcorn from the table and tossing it into her mouth one by one, occasionally offering one to you.

“You remember Sunoo?”

“The one you cried about when you first met me?”

“I wasn’t crying!”

“Yeah, sure you weren’t.” She grimaces at you.

“Okay, but that was when I was 14, so it doesn’t count.”

“Whatever, whatever. Just continue!” Chaewon switches her position to comfortably sit face-to-face with you, her eyes wide and full of anticipation.

“A few months ago, I met him at the supermarket, the one you tell me to never go to.”

“What?! And you’re only telling me this now?!” Her voice was piercing, and it made your ears almost bleed onto her velvet-carpeted floor. Judging from her reaction, she was probably more concerned about the fact that you went to the only supermarket in the city she told you not to ever step foot into, rather than not having told her about your meeting with Sunoo there.

“Just let me finish, yeah?” Chaewon quips out a small apology before you continue, “And after that, we started hanging out here and there, ya'know, the whole old childhood friends shebang. It was great, honestly. He’s great company, and as you said, I was socialising with other people!”

“But?”

“How’d you know there’s a ‘but’?”

“There is always a ‘but’, my dear Y/n.”

You clear your throat. “He confessed to me just a week ago, after I had proposed to live together, ya'know, to save on costs.”

“You, what now?”

“Not everyone is as rich as you are, Chae; we grass-rooted people need to save money somehow.”

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

“Ugh, it’s stupid, I know! But my mother suggested it, and I was like, ‘Oh, that’s a good idea!’” At this point, the bag of popcorn lays haphazardly on the floor, forgotten as you contemplate all your decisions with Chaewon clinging onto your side, koala style.

“Do you like him back?”

“I haven’t really thought about it before then.” You honestly say, “He has always just been ‘the younger boy who needs protecting’ to me.”

“He’s his own grown person now, Y/n.” She reminds you.

“I know. I just think he’s cute, is all.”

“How about this? You give him a chance to try and swoon you over; if it doesn’t work out, then you guys can pretend as if nothing ever happened!” She claps her hands together, as if she had just won a Nobel Prize for solving global warming. “You’re killing two birds with one stone!”

“I don’t think that’s how the saying is supposed to work.”

"Oh, who gives a fuck? YOLO.”

—

Chaewon’s advice to just yolo the fuck out of everything sticks to you more than you’d like to admit. It echoes in your mind when you’re taking the subway all the way to Sunoo’s apartment, echoes even louder as you stand in front of his door, and echoes almost deafeningly as you knock twice on it.

In about half a heartbeat, Sunoo opens his door with an urgency you could barely register in your haze of emotions. You felt bad after having practically ghosted him for a week straight after his confession, and even worse now that you could tell he was losing sleep over it. His hair was tousled into a mess that made it seem as if he had just gotten out of bed, even if it was already 3 p.m.

“Hey.” You greet, your lips pursed into a tight smile.

“Hey.” He greets her back.

“Can I come in? Or, is it a bad time? I’m not really too sure why I came in the first place.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come in.” He steps aside to make space for you to enter his home.

The last time you’ve been here was the night after you first met him — the day of his birthday. It’s less barren than you remembered, with pops of colour in random corners that somehow represented his sporadic personality perfectly.

“I see you finally did some decorating.”

“I mean, it’s already been more than a few months since I’ve moved here; it’d be weird if I didn’t.” His voice is groggy and still laced with sleep, but you don’t comment on it, instead sucking in a deep breath.

“I wanted to, um, get back to you.” You play with your fingers, picking at the skin. “And, uh, give you an answer. Well, it’s not really an answer, but you get what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

The both of you still stood just beyond his doorway; the faint playing of the TV in the background didn’t help to ease your racing heart. In your two years of being a young adult, you hadn’t found the opportunity to really sit down and find love, given that school had always been your top priority. So when you find yourself in such situations—not that you ever do—you're rendered a blubbering mess.

You’ve practiced this many times before with Chaewon, but it feels even more nerve-wracking now that the man in all his drowsy glory is standing right in front of you.

“We can try.” You start off. “I mean it as in, you can try courting me or whatever, and if it doesn’t work out, we can pretend as if nothing ever happened.” His lack of reply gives you time to really take a good look at Sunoo, now that the weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You’ve said what you wanted to say.

At an arm's-length distance, Sunoo is the textbook definition of attractive. He’s a head taller than you, has broad shoulders, and has a pretty face. His lips were full, his nose was tall, and his eyes were a golden brown colour. What was not to like about him? You just had to accept that he was no longer the Kim Sunoo from kindergarten. He was no longer the same young Sunoo who constantly needed your help.

“Really? You’d let me court you?” His face is bright with hope, and you nod to it wordlessly. “As in, you’d let me take you out on dates and stuff?”

You can’t help the chuckle that lets out, especially endeared by his enthusiasm. “Yes, Sun.”

—

BONUS!

It has been exactly a year since Sunoo had courted and officially asked you out. It wasn’t hard to fall for him because you already had an inkling that you had unresolved feelings for him anyway. The moving in part went as smoothly as it could, save for the slight mishap with Sunoo’s landlord, but with the help of your mother, everything was resolved soon after.

Sunoo lays peacefully on the sofa, soaking in the sunshine that filters through the blinds. He was practically in heaven right now.

“Kim Sunoo!” Your voice reverberates throughout the entirety of your shared apartment.

“Uh-oh, not the government name.” Sunoo looks up from his phone to see you standing in the hallway, hand tucked under your arms, with an expression that reminded him slightly of the French bulldog he’d seen on his morning walk. “Yes, baby?”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me! You let Luna sleep on the bed after she had her walk?!”

“Oh.”

“Oh!” You mimic him.

“I’m sorry, baby. She looked so sad sleeping on the floor by herself, so I just invited her to the bed.”

“Yeah, now her paw prints are all over the white sheets! Couldn’t you have at least cleaned her before you decided to do that?” As if Luna had heard her parents arguing from inside the room, she waddles out, footsteps padding down on the wooden floor, making it her mission to soothe her parents with just her existence alone.

Luna barks, grabbing both of your attention. You immediately lean down to pick Luna up, cooing at her before glaring at Sunoo, “You better wash the sheets.”

Sunoo stares at the both of you, dumbfounded. He thought he saw Luna smirking at him, so he blinked once and then twice, only for you and your baby to disappear as you walked towards the bathroom, your voice echoing as you continued to baby-talk to Luna.

Even with your overbearing practicality and new spoiled baby to take care of, he’d never regret asking his mom about you that one fateful night.

© i2ycat 2024 idk why the first half got me thinking i was gonna write a murder mystery fic HELPP. i swear it’s just romance 😞 also this is straight dogwater, i’m so sorry idk what i was writing…

#i2ycat #enhypen imagines #enhypen sunoo #sunoo x reader #sunoo ff #enhypen ff #sunoo fic #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen soft hours #enhypen #sunoo fluff #enha x reader #enha soft thoughts #enha imagines #enha fluff #enha fics #kim sunoo #lyn’s archive

[obsessedasusual]

We’re Only Human - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

xReader

Summary: Jake Seresin is many things, but above all else he just wants to be loved.

Warnings: swearing, sad!jake, insecurity

Note: 1.8k - ITS SAD BOI HOURS OVER HERE BESTIES!! I haven’t posted in the longest time and I finally finished one of my many (many) wips during my lunch break - best I post it now before I just, don’t.

Read Part Two here!

Jake Seresin was many things.

He was a respected, decorated naval aviator who had truly found his life’s calling up in the skies, high above the clouds. When you had first met him, you’d found how much he loved his career endearing and even refreshing. He had described to you the feeling of adrenaline that hit from taking off the runway when you’re the one at the controls, you could do nothing but smile at how animated he was as he talked.

He was an early bird. You put it down to the Navy in him if you had to guess. He was always awake before you, sometimes at downright ungodly hours. He’d leave you with a soft kiss to your shoulder when he rose from the bed as quietly as he could, smiling fondly at you as you cozied further into the warm duvet.

He was protective. That was probably the one trait about the pilot that hadn’t surprised you when you started seeing each other. Someone throws you off balance while making your way through a packed bar? Jake’s there to keep you on your feet while shooting daggers at the perpetrator. Being talked over while you’re trying to politely place your order? Don’t even worry, Jake’ll soon sort them out.

He was a momma’s boy who would do anything for his mother in a heartbeat. The first time Jake had taken you home to meet his parents you were amazed at how quickly this big, macho Lieutenant transformed into a sweet, southern gentleman for his mom. It became an inside joke between yourself and his father.

He was an amazing cook. Date number three was when Jake had invited you back to his place and wowed you with an array of tapas style dishes, making a game out of it and asking you to score every one out of ten. His usually confident smile had turned surprisingly shy when you raved about each one and rated well above ten.

But was a hater of dips. ‘I have a perfectly fine room-temperature potato chip,’ he would argue, ‘why would I go and ruin that with a cold dip that’s gonna kill the flavour completely of said room-temperature potato chip?’

Jake Seresin was many things… but quiet wasn’t one of them.

Which is why you were confused when he didn’t laugh at the gag on ‘That 70’s Show’, which happened to be one of his favourite sitcoms. Instead he stared at the wall behind the TV, fork resting in his bowl of pasta from when he had gone to take another mouthful… and then hadn’t.

“Jake?” Your voice seemed to snap him out of his daze as his head shot to face you, instantly planting a smile on his face when his eyes met yours.

“Hm?”

“You okay?” An emotion that didn’t fit with the smile he was currently sporting flew through his eyes at your question.

“Better than okay, baby.” With that he turned back to face the TV and resumed his eating, ignoring your look of concern as you kept your eyes on him for a moment longer before finally following suit.

He didn’t speak for the rest of the episode, and remained quiet into the next.

So, no, it wasn’t like Jake talked twenty-four seven. But this type of quiet… this was different. It was the vacant look in his eyes that had you wondering.

As much as you wanted to question him further, you knew he would talk to you when he was ready.

And maybe he was.

You made a move to reach over the coffee table to grab the two now abandoned dinner plates and begin the clean up. When you stood and turned away from the couch his voice stopped you from moving any further.

“Do you think I’m an asshole?”

When you turned back to face him he was staring once again at the wall behind the TV.

“What?”

He sighed and leant his forehead against his fist before finally turning his head to you and repeating his question, quieter this time, “Am I an asshole?”

You stood frozen in your spot, eyes narrowing at his question, “No… you’re not an asshole. What makes you ask that?”

Jake bit at his lip and turned away from you, pulling yourself out of your trance. You placed the plates back on the coffee table and returned to your seat next to him, sitting criss-cross on the sofa.

He stayed facing away from you and nodded to himself, “I’m an asshole.”

“What’s going on, Jake?” You reached out to lightly pull at his forearm, enticing him to turn to you.

When his eyes met yours your concern only grew. His eyes were usually full of life and happiness, now, they seemed to hold hurt.

“Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Phoenix has always thought I was. And now the whole group does. Thought that from the first time they met me. Two weeks ago,” he was rambling a bit, as he did when he was a bit worked up but you let him continue, trying to pick up on what the issue was, “I don’t even know what I did that night but everyone made up their minds apparently. And Bradshaw didn’t help the cause.”

You knew his history with Lieutenant Bradshaw was rocky. And you knew a lot of it stemmed from insecurity, mostly on Jake’s part.

He took a deep breath before continuing, “I said something dumb today.”

His eyes darted from yours to all over the room, “Something fuckin’ dumb. In front of everyone. That I shouldn’t have said and I knew I shouldn’t have said, but I did. And now everyone hates me, well… more. Even fuckin’ Javy told me off. Can you believe that? Javy, of all people.”

As long as you’d known Jake, you’d known Javy. And he had always had Jake’s back. So that revelation was actually a little surprising.

A beat of silence passed between the two of you before you decided to speak up softly, “What did you say?”

This time when he met your eyes you saw remorse and guilt, “Bradshaw… his parents are, you know,” dead, “And I found out that his old man was Maverick’s WSO, and was flying with him when his dad… you know.”

“Okay…?” You trailed off, not really knowing where this was going.

He rubbed harshly at his eyes as if he was trying rub away the memory, “And I… Jesus fucking Christ. I told everyone. Right in the middle of training. Just… laid it all out there. Like it was my story to tell.”

Oh shit.

“He launched at me, he was ready to kill me. Fair enough too. And I, I kept going. Kept poking the fuckin’ bear.” He took a deep breath, “Everyone jumped in, pulled us apart. Mav dismissed us. But God if looks could kill.”

So that’s why he was home before you today.

“Why’d you say it?” You asked after a moment. Jake closed his eyes at your question and shook his head.

“Because I’m an asshole? I don’t know. I don’t know why I said it.”

You had a pretty good idea as to why he said it, “I think you do know why you said it, Jake.”

He looked helpless and downright embarrassed at your words.

Jake was the best of the best. That wasn’t an exaggeration nor a secret. He worked tirelessly to get his skill level to where it was today. And that had meant accidentally burning some bridges along the way, resulting in not too many friendships.

Rooster on the other hand, while also an incredibly skilled pilot, had a habit of being loved everywhere he went. He was a very popular man. And that irked Jake something terrible.

Jake was jealous.

And the thought of his skill set potentially being overlooked because of some weird form of aviator nepotism? That didn’t sit well with him at all.

“I’m such an asshole.”

“You need to apologise to Rooster.” You offered gently, resting your hand on his shoulder.

He nodded, “I know. Fuck I know. But how do you apologise for something like that?”

His eyebrows scrunched together when he looked at you.

“You just… do. You need to mean it, and I know you do. Leave it tonight, but tomorrow. You need to talk to him.”

“Bet you think I’m a shitty person now, huh?”

There it was again, the insecurity.

You shook your head at his statement and took his hand, rubbing your thumb across the back of it, “Jake I know you. Better than anyone in that group. You’re not an asshole, I wouldn’t be here if you were. But you do need to work on letting people in, and acknowledging other people’s skills.”

He made a move to cut you off but you got in first, “Have you told Phoenix how in awe of her flying you are?”

His mouth snapped shut at that.

He’d raved about her skills years ago when they were deployed together, and again since they’d been training together over the past few weeks.

“It wouldn’t hurt to start acting like you care.”

“I do care!”

“I know that. I know you care too much. But Jake, you don’t always have to be this big macho man. No one’s going to think any less of you.”

He laced his fingers with yours and squeezed tightly, head tilted back as he took in what you were saying.

“God, you could do so much better than me.”

You smiled softly at the side of his face before leaning in to kiss his cheek, “I don’t want anyone else but you.”

The light red that dusted his cheeks made you grin. You wrapped both your arms around one of his and snuggled in closer, resting your head on his shoulder, revelling in the kiss he pressed to your hair.

It was a while before Jake spoke up again, “What if he won’t talk to me? What if he, what if everyone, actually hates me now?”

You felt your heart break for your partner. Nevermind the awards he got. Nevermind the records he set. Jake Seresin just wanted companionship. He’d found that with you and Javy, and he wanted that with his squad. He wanted what they already had with each other.

“You can only try, Jake. He’ll probably be pissed, rightfully so. But you have to try.”

You felt his head nod against his, “I will.”

Turning your head slightly you kissed his clothed shoulder, “I love you, Jake Seresin.”

“I love you too. So much.”

Jake Seresin was many things.

Above all else he was simply human.

#jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman imagine #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #hangman #top gun maverick fic #top gun maverick

[nininikki]

𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘: 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

summary! — wedding headcanons for the aot boys + hange

warnings! — mentions of sex, slight suggestiveness, pregnancy, rich people (erwin and armin), a bit of angst on reiner’s

author’s note! — this was so fun to write. got to live my dream of marrying every single one of them 🙌🏽

word count! — 2.4k

ERWIN SMITH

erwin’s got old, old, old money, and what better way for him to spend it than on your dream wedding?

you’re his dream, his baby, his queen, so of course he married you in a castle (will get to that later, but yes! a castle!)

it wasn’t random at all for erwin to surprise you with sporadic vacations, so when he took you to greece one summer—where you traipsed around on beaches with your lover and let him dangle fruits above your mouth—you hadn’t suspected anything.

but one night you two are coming home from dinner, you’re full of pasta but fat with happiness and you’re not sure things can get any better.

until erwin leads you onto the private beach behind your house, where he kneels into the sand at your feet and asks you to be his wife.

of COURSE, you said yes (after you nearly tackled him into the sand whilst screaming your head off like a decapitated chicken)

now, i imagine him proposing with like a nice big diamond that can be seen on your finger from miles away.

he just wants everyone who sees you to know you’re happily married.

now, the wedding…

this man doesn’t know what it is to hold back.

everything is perfect. perfect, perfect, perfect. like straight out of an old disney movie.

you guys get married on one of his family’s old properties in france, ahem, the castle i mentioned earlier.

it’s actually majestic. beautiful autumn scenery, endless space, the perfect amount of solitude

(you were so tempted to spend your honeymoon—and maybe the rest of your life—there but erwin had other plans, obviously)

but everything was incredible—the food: amazing. the decorations: even more amazing.

(which was partly erwin’s doing. he’d sit in bed with you late at night, reading glasses perched over his nose, and pick out chairs and champagne glasses and different flower arrangements. he’s just so perfect.)

you had many, many guests so it was wedding gifts galore.

his parents—we’ll call them mr. and mrs. smith—gifted y’all a house out in the french countryside. 

it was a dream, and you had the dreamiest, most perfect man to share it with! 🥹💘🪽🪽

bonus: erwin took you to so many places for your honeymoon. trying new foods in south korea, cruising on his yacht in brazil, and shopping sprees in london (you’re also pretty sure you two conceived, like, ten babies on his yacht)

EREN JAEGER

now, listen…

the love this man has for you is infinite and insurmountable, hence why his proposal wasn’t even planned.

let me explain!

he wakes up one morning and the first thing he sees is you. still asleep and cheek smushed over your stack of pillows, just existing as the perfection you were, and something snapped.

you were beautiful, you were special, you were his. why hadn’t he married you yet? why hadn’t he done something to guarantee he got to wake up to this sight every morning?

so, a few minutes later when you wake up, you’re ambushed by a hoard of kisses and ‘i love you’s. 

he punctuates each kiss with a persistently dazed, “marry me,” and by the time he stops to let you catch your breath, fresh tears begin to sting at the corners of his eyes. 

excitedly, sleepily, passionately, you accept. (& also wrapped your arms around his neck and practically glued yourself there the entire day)

the months spent wedding planning are tedious but oh so worth it. 

eren hadn’t exactly got around to buying a ring, so that was its own difficult journey 

(he wanted you to have something as special and perfect as you were. i can see him doing an emerald, maybe???—it reminds me of his eyes ok—or possibly just a regular diamond)

eren’s kind of a diva, but it’s sooo cute.

“what do you mean peonies aren’t in season? my fiancée wants peonies, she’s getting ‘em.” “eren, honey, i can do without the—” “shhh, baby, i’m negotiating.”

winter wedding! you two get married in a beautiful ballroom! lots of regal vibes. beautiful decorations, ornate setting, there was even a live band 🥹

eren sees you walking down the aisle and cries.

like trying not to ugly cry but it’s no use because the tears have fallen and the snot is halfway out his nose.

he’s in love like that.

bonus: hawaii honeymoon 🌺 the two of you splash around in the waters for what feels like forever, then spend even longer drying under the sun.  

REINER BRAUN

shortly after finding out you were pregnant, (3 months to be exact) reiner popped the question. 

the two of you, but especially you, were a horrid whirlpool of emotions. excited to be pregnant, scared to be pregnant, wracked with confusion and fear and what have you.

hence why you said no the first time he asked.

you figured reiner was only doing it out of some guilt or moral obligation, and couldn’t bring yourself to say yes knowing he’d be marrying you out of anything but love. 

but, ohhhhhhh, if you knew how bad this man loved you.

the way he’d talk about you to any and everyone—bertholdt, annie, eren, jean, his mom, the poor cashier at target who made the dire mistake of asking if the bouquet in his grasp was for anyone special. anyone who’d listen, really!

the way he already had the ring bought!!! before he even knew you were pregnant! you’re the love of his life, and he needs to marry you. no matter the circumstances.

so, he asks again. and this time he’s sure to put all your worries to rest.

“i don’t care what happens tomorrow, i’m still gonna want to marry you. whether you’re pregnant or—god forbid—you’re not. you’re always gonna be everything i want, so just…please. please let me be your husband.”

by the time reiner’s finished, there isn’t a dry eye in the room. 

(albeit the two of you are alone. but shhh)

you accept his proposal, and he’s lifting you off your feet and spinning you in giddy, newly-engaged circles.

wedding planning is fairly easy, seeing as reiner wants to do it all. like won’t let you lift a finger. 

“un-unh, baby. don’t you worry your pretty head about it. i’ve got it all covered.” “rei, i’m pregnant, not stupid. give me the computer.”

although, you (and the baby braun inside you) grow to adore cake testing. reiner has to tear you away from a chocolate cake, kicking and screaming. (and he does it with nothing but love in his eyes)

reiner sees you walking down the aisle in your beautiful dress with your hand resting over your bump and actually cries. like the sight is too much for him to bear and he’s sniffling horribly by the time you both say i do.

when it’s time to “kiss the bride” reiner shamelessly tongues you down in front of who and whatever (by the end of the kiss you had honestly forgotten the two of you weren’t alone)

summer backyard wedding!!! (mainly because reiner wanted to grill. & you definitely weren’t complaining.) a good 1/3 of your wedding photos include you tearing into a barbecue sausage or burying your face in a slice of cake.

when you and reiner get home that night, you’re both fat with adoration and thoroughly seasoned ribs. you’re happy. you’re married. 

bonus: reiner rents a house in the countryside and you guys honeymoon there. you revel in the peace and quiet and solitude. (it’s all you’re getting before the baby comes)

ARMIN ARLERT

just like erwin, armin’s got olddddd money

it’s not like he keeps it a secret but he’s definitely shy about it.

he wanted to be sure you were 100% for him & you obviously were

so he proposed to you while on a weekend getaway to nantucket. 

you spent a beautiful two weeks at his house there. drinking champagne on beaches, letting him teach you how to play tennis (you suck horribly), perusing around on his amazingly spacious property. 

it was perfect

“i think you already know why i brought you here,” he’d say while getting down on one knee.

of course you had no idea, and you had to fight the urge to scream your throat raw right there! 

(there, being the picturesque garden of wildflowers behind his home that he had planted just for this occasion)

i feel like your engagement ring is beautiful, oval cut diamond that weighs your finger down 😵‍💫😵‍💫

wedding planning is a crazy beautiful mess with him.

you both have big families that live all over the world, and you just get so caught up trying to please everyone

armin has to remind you that this is your wedding, and whatever you want goes

side note: he’s willing to pay stupid amounts of money to get you whatever you want 

“omg babe, this girl on instagram had horses for her wedding. how cool is that?” “horses? yeah, we can do that. i’ll just have to call my guy & figure it all out. but don’t worry, baby, you’ll get all the horses you want.”

armin just screams summer hamptons wedding!

like beautiful flower arrangements, tranquil sounds of the water in the distance, and hors d’oeuvres that were to die for.

armin thinks you look like a princess walking out of a dream as you come down the aisle, and the feeling is only amplified when he lifts the veil away from your face and kisses you as your husband for the first time.

the wedding gifts are crazy

from designer heels, (courtesy of mikasa) to mansions in germany (courtesy of armin’s inheritance)

bonus: you honeymoon in the maldives on a property his family owns 😵‍💫 sex by the ocean goes so crazy

CONNIE SPRINGER

this mf screeeeeaaamms elopement.

let me elaborate!

he’s got a very “you only live once” mentality, which isn’t helped by the fact that he’s madly in love with you.

you’re reading on the couch as he rests his head on your lap when he asks, “hey, why haven’t we gotten married yet?” “well, connie people usually wait for that sort of thing.” “yeah but, like, what are we waiting for?”

leads to him having a whole speech about how life and how grateful how his life can change at any moment but you’re the only constant you want in it (sappy baby)

“i could die in eighty years or eighty days, and you’re the person i’d wanna be married to. so, fuck it. why wait?” “are you serious, connie?” “come to the courthouse with me right now and see just how serious i am.”

thirty minutes later, you’re parked outside the nearest courthouse with your now fiancé, clammy fingers intertwined as you two plant reassuring kisses over each other’s faces.

“you can” kiss. “change your mind if you want” kiss kiss. “& we can” kiss kiss kiss. “go home & forget this happened.” “why would i do that, con?”

sasha acts as your witness, and the two of you are married not even three hours later

when it’s time to kiss the bride, connie takes advantage of the practically empty room and doesn’t hold back as he makes out with you. the poor officiant can attest to that. 

it finally starts to dawn on you when you’re leaving the courthouse, hand in hand with your husband (even thinking the word made you feel tingly inside) and you’re letting him kiss you in plain sight. 

not caring for the passerby’s that may be entering or exiting or whatever. why would you? you’re married!!

connie lifts you off your feet twirls you around, finally breaking away from the kiss to rasp, “my wife, my wife, my wife.”

you two go to the mcdonald’s across the street and have your first meal together as husband and wife (which includes an oreo mcflurry that you feed to each other because you’re in love like that)

the entire rest of the day you can’t stop telling strangers that you’re married

the florist at the flower store when they ask what the special occasion is? connie can’t hold back ecstatic giggles as he says, “oh, just getting some flowers for my girl. we’re newlyweds.”

you go to get your ring sized at the jeweler’s and the lovely woman helping asks, “celebrating anything?” oh, if only she knew what was about to commence.

that evening, you rent go carts and race around on the track until you’re dizzy and limp.

you return home that night and fuck like rabbits go straight to sleep!

bonus: cross country road trip honeymoon! just you and him and the endless skies and roads ahead. there’s no place you’d rather be. 

HANGE ZOË

the entire time they propose, they’re a stuttering mess. 

don’t get me wrong, it’s the cutest thing ever, but usually hange is pretty quick-witted and funny.

so, when you’re coming home from work and gingerly following the trail of maroon roses that leads to your room, you’re utterly delighted to see hange standing at the other end of it.

the delight quickly turns to stark shock when they get down on one knee.

hange is all blushy and shy and sooooo not like they are normally. it’s insane

“would you want to, uh, do me the honor of…um, idontfuckinknow…would you marry me, is what i’m trying to ask.”

and of course, you would marry them. 

you practically tackle them to the ground before they can get all the syllables out, which leads to you knocking the ring in their hand from their grip.

you spend the next thirty minutes looking for it. kissing and hugging as you crawl over the rose-covered floor.

“i was so nervous to ask” kiss. “cause i didn’t think you’d say yes.” kiss kiss. “but you did.” kiss kiss kiss. “i’m so happy, honey.” kiss. “of course i said yes.” kiss. “you make me happier” kiss. “than anything.” kiss kiss. “i can’t wait to marry you.” “same here, honey. but we really gotta find that ring. it cost me a pretty penny.”

you end up finding the ring and once you do, you never take it off. 

it’s practically glued to your finger now.

hange is such a diva with wedding planning but you love it

but it’s only because they want your wedding to be the best thing ever (and it is)

beach wedding!!!! (so hange can wear a shirt that’s halfway unbuttoned while the wind blows through their hair ufieiwjejr)

but no seriously, the most beautiful, picturesque, serene wedding ever. 

when it’s time to kiss the bride, hange kisses you so hard their glasses almost break (cue levi gagging next to y’all)

you and hange feed each other respective cake slices during the reception. 

you two are a frosting covered mess by the end of it. 💞

bonus: i see you two honeymooning somewhere tropical. hange loves any wild animal and would def wanna be in the ocean chasing around stingrays or smth. my lil cutie patootie.

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[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt. 5 - Away

In which Eloise had grown so used to seeing Spencer almost every day, she misses him when he’s away on a case.

Warnings: a crying toddler, fluff, a little sadness, Spencer low key being a dad—

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Y/N twirled around the kitchen with Eloise in her arms as music played through the apartment. She was cooking dinner for Spencer that night and Eloise was “helping”. Really, she was just stirring the pot of noodles every time her mother brought her over to it.

As she was trying to open the jar of pasta sauce her phone rang from the living room. She gasped and her eyes lit up. She assumed it was Spencer, he always called her when he was on his way over.

She set Eloise on the ground. “Can you go get my phone, baby?” She asked, kissing her cheek.

The little girl started clapping as she ran into the living room to do as she was asked. Moments later, she scurried into the kitchen holding her mother’s phone above her head.

Sure enough, it was Spencer’s contact photo. He had his tongue sticking out and his eyes squeezed closed tightly.

She licked the sauce off her finger and took her phone from Eloise, picking her up and putting her on the counter next to all the veggies in a bowl. “Thanks, Eloisey.” She kissed the girls cheeks and pressed the green button on her screen.

“Hey, Spence! You’re on speaker.” She told him, setting her phone down on the edge of the sink.

“Hi, baby. Is my Eloisey Cheesy there too?” He asked. She could hear a difference in his voice.

Y/N smiled, pinching the girl’s cheek and handing her a bowl of chopped carrots for her to snack on and wait for dinner to be done. “Of course! Always right next to me.” She winked at Eloise and the girl giggled. “On you on your way here? Dinner’s close to done.” She told him.

She heard a sigh on the other end and bit her lip.

“That’s what I was calling about…” He trailed off. “I’m gonna be gone on a case for a while.” He spoke quietly. Y/N’s face fell.

She ducked in a breath. “Oh.” She nodded.

Spencer’s voice was quiet on the other end. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N.” He said. “It’s estimated to take about a week and a half so I won’t be able to see guys.” His voice was sad. Y/N could tell Eloise didn’t understand what was going on by the cute little look on her face.

Y/N nodded. “O-okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll see you when you get back.” She spoke quickly. She didn’t know why she felt so… scared. There was something just gnawing at her heart.

“Y/N…” He spoke, hearing how dismissive she sounded.

She sighed. “I know, Spence. I understand, just be safe, okay?”

“Can I talk to Eloise?” He asked. He seemed nervous for the answer.

Y/N looked at the girl who perked up at the sound of her name. “Of course you can! Eloisey, guess who wants to talk to you?”

“Spenther!?” She squealed. Y/N giggled and slid the phone closer to her. “Hewwwooo?” She spoke loudly.

“Eloisey, hi!” He spoke enthusiastically. The girl laughed at the nickname. “I Jaír wanted to let you know that I won’t be by your house to play with you for a while.”

Her lip quivered and her eyebrows furrowed. “W-why you not gunna pway with me, Spenther?” He eyes filled with tears and Y/N rubbed her thumb across the smoothness of her cheek.

Spencer cleared his throat. “I have to go catch some bad guys and it might take a while. But when I’m back, I promise I’ll play food with you for a long as you want.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, a smile forming on her lips. “Are you a thuper hewo?” Eloise asked.

Spencer chuckled but before he could tell her, Y/N interrupted. “Yes. Spencer is a superhero. He’s the best one!”

Eloise giggled and clapped. “Then I don’ wanna pway food wif you. I wanna pway thuper hewos.” She told Spencer.

He sighed and U/N could tell he was smiling. “Okay, Eloisey. I’ll call you and mommy tomorrow but I have to go now, okay?”

“We miss you, Spence!” Y/N called out over Eloise’s sad whimpering.

“I miss you guys too—“

“Reid who are you talking to?”

“Uh no—“

The phone was hung up and Y/N sighed looking at her daughter. She held out her pinky finger and smiled. “Looks like it’s just you and me this week, kiddo.”

“Jus’ you an’ me?” Eloise repeated.

Y/N nodded and smiled sadly. “How it used to be.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Day one without seeing Spencer was… difficult.

“Eloise, I said no more candy. Please put it back.” Y/N stood behind the couch watching her daughter hold a piece of licorice to her lips.

“Spenther let’s me eat candy before dinner!” The girl cried. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Eloise, put. It. Down.” She nodded. “Or you won’t get any candy at all.”

The girl held eye contact with her mom before making an annoyed noise and throwing the candy on the floor and storming past her.

Y/N groaned loudly and pulled her phone from her pocket.

To: Spence<3

It’s official. You’ve spoiled my demon baby.

She tossed her phone on the couch and went back into the kitchen to finish cooking dinner.

When dinner was done, Eloise sat in her pink chair with a scowl on her face. “Mommy.” She spoke quietly.

“Yes, baby?” She replied, chewing on her veggies.

“I want to pway.” She stated.

Y/N sighed. “I know baby. Finish eating first and then we can go play.”

The girl whined through the rest of dinner and barely ate any of her Mac and cheese to be dramatic.

They played store and Eloise pretended to be a mean “checker outer lady” and not let Y/N buy anything all because she was mad.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer call Eloise and Y/N days later. It was almost time for the girl to go to bed and he knew that.

He heard Eloise sobbing in the background and tilted his head into the phone. “Is she okay?” He asked.

Y/N sighed. “Uh… she misses you.” The woman nodded. “And she won’t let me read any books to her because she says that’s your job.” She told him.

Spencer nodded. “I could read her a story.”

She laughed. “How? You don’t have any of her favorite books with you.”

The man shrugged. “I have an eidetic memory, babe. I’m sure I can remember Pete The Cat.”

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Okay. I’ll put you on speaker.” She shuffled around and sat on the edge of Eloise’s bed. “Okay, baby. Spencer is gonna read you a bedtime story, okay?”

The girl wiped her tears with her tiny fists and she sniffled, her breaths stuttering. “O-okay.” She nodded. She slid down underneath her covers and patted the empty space behind her and looked at her mom. “You way here wif me, mommy.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Okay, baby.” She laid down next to her daughter and smoothed her hair down. “Okay, Spencer. I think we’re ready.”

“Hi, Eloisey.” Spencer spoke. She let out a small greeting and he could tell that she was tired. “Okay, we’re gonna read your favorite Pete the Cat.”

Spencer’s voice had soothed Eloise to sleep. Y/N accidentally fell asleep as well, a smile on her lips as Spencer’s soft voice spoke the words of the book.

“Y/N/N?” His voice crackled over the phone speaker into the silent room.

He listened for a minute and then smiled when he realized both of his girls fell asleep.

He wished he could stay on the phone all night just in case one of them fell asleep but he had only found the time to call them while he was on the way to another crime scene about fourth minutes into the town him and the team were on.

He told them that he’d drive alone so he could think over the case when in all reality he was gonna spend some time with Eloisey and Y/N in the phone.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

It had been two weeks.

Y/N was tired of her crabby three year old and she missed her boyfriend.

She had finally realized why she was so stand-offish when he had told her he was going away. It was because she was scared.

She was scared he wouldn’t come back to her. She was scared that he’d leave her and her child. She was scared that they would be abandoned again. Of course she didn’t think that Spencer had any obligation to stay with them, it still would have hurt.

She had to wrestle Eloise into a nap. She wanted to call Spencer and have him read her to sleep but Y/N was not about to bother him in the middle of a case.

They were alone before, they could do it again.

Y/N was dozing off in her bed. She had just finished a book she’d been reading when her phone buzzed.

From: Spence<3

I’m back and on my way up

Y/N smiled sleepily and got out of her bed. She quietly walked to her closet and threw on a pair of shorts underneath the big t-shirt of Spencer’s that he had left there.

She walked silently through the house, trying not to wake Eloise.

She unlocked the front door and opened it quickly. Her smile grew when she saw him standing there with a smile and a tub of ice cream in hand.

“Hi, baby.” He whispered. Y/N stood on her tippy toes and kissed him softly. After, she pulled him inside putting a finger to her lips.

She took the tub of ice cream from Jim’s bf set it on the key table and pulled him down for a kiss again. “I missed you.” She told him quietly between kisses.

He nodded and hummed in agreement, holding her tight. He could tell she was tired, sad almost.

She pulled away from his lips and buried her head in his chest, sighing heavily. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

He pulled her towards the couch and sat her down. “Are you okay?”

She looked at him and bit her lip. “I…” She shook her head. “I never realized how alone I was before you came along until you were gone for the past two weeks.” She told him. “I think Eloise is completely attached now.” She let a small smile grace her lips.

Spencer nodded. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N sighed. “I’m glad you’re around as much as you are. And I understand that your job needs you away a lot.”

Spencer nodded, grabbing her hands.

She bit her lip. “I think that you should explain to Eloise that you can’t always be around and that sometimes it’s gonna be just me and her again.”

A sad smile appeared on Spencer’s lips. “Y/N…” he drew out. “I want you to know that I will never leave you and Eloise alone unless you want me to.” He told her. “I will always come back to you. You don’t have to be afraid of being abandoned ever again.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears and she looked at their interlocked hands. “Spencer…”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you.”

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