okay I have an idea for jobe, Jude, or kylian Mbappe or all three where you do the prank where you ask them if they are allowed to get dessert or like a pasta instead of a salad or something like that I think that would be really fun! And maybe it be in front of their team or parents or something! Thanks
ALLOWED w/ l. yamal, k. mbappe, & ju. bellingham
inwhich! you pull the “am i allowed to have __” prank on your boyfriend his front of his closest people.
frannytalks! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LA NIÑA MALA!! i was supposed to upload two things for him today, but i got so caught up, i apologize. :’) (also i replaced jobe with lamine since its his bday, but more jobe content coming soon!) don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!
lamine yamal (birthday boy!)
you had taken lamine and his immediate family out to dinner for his birthday. lamine was always the sweetest and most loving boyfriend to you, you had zero complaints other than the amount of time he’d spend on football.
you surprised him with a fancy restaurant that he’d been wanting to try for at least a year now, but never did because he said it was too much money. kenye was ecstatic and his parents were surprised, but not too surprised since they know how much you love him.
the waiter came by to ask for drinks, you made sure to give lamine a certain look when you told the waiter you wanted water. you noticed his mother looked over and squinted her eyes slightly, but didn’t say anything just yet.
“so, how have you two been, with the whole moving in situation?” lamine’s mother asked as the waiter made his way out.
you look over to lamine, pretending you need his permission to speak, he gives you a confused nod and you take that as a green light, “it’s been good, still needs decorating though.”
she nods suspiciously and his dad steps in, “and with his football schedule?” he asks.
lamine talks this time, “she’s been enjoying it, more time to herself with me annoying her,” he jokes, winking at you, you give a short laugh and nod.
the waiter finally made his way back and asked for our orders, you waited until everyone took theirs to do your prank. you bit your lip and looked over to lamine nervously.
“am i allowed to get the pasta this time?” you ask with pleading eyes.
lamine’s face immediately dropped and turned white, the waiter paused, and his mother immediately spoke, “lamine yamal nasraoui ebana.” she said in a stern voice.
“get whatever you want honey,” she smiled at you, “get her the pasta, thank you.” she told the waiter as he nodded and left again.
“lamine what is wrong with you?” she said, furrowing her eyebrows.
his dad spoke up, “that is not the way you treat your woman, son.” he shook his head no, disappointed.
“what!? i don’t know what she’s talking about!” he defended himself, looking at you in shock.
“you told me to lay off a few pounds the other week.” you mumbled.
he almost laughed, “what? you’re out of your mind.”
lamine’s father stood up and started to walk towards the other side where you two were sitting, you immediately waved your hands close to your chest.
“no, no, it’s just a prank!” you said nervously, “i’m sorry.”
his mom let out a grateful sigh, “you scared me!” she said, putting her hand on her chest.
lamine put his hand on your thigh, “i’m eating half of your pasta.” he whispered.
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kylian mbappe
kylian had invited you to have lunch with his team before he went off to training in madrid for a while, you obviously accepted, but you weren’t letting him go without pulling a prank on him.
your salad had arrived first, before everyone else’s meal and you poked at it for a few seconds. then, you quietly looked over at kylian.
“can i ask you something?” you spoke just loud enough for him to hear.
he looked up from his pasta that had just arrived, “yeah?”
you lowered your voice, “i don’t really want the salad anymore.”
he shrugged, “that’s okay.”
you looked toward the waiter walking past, “i kind of want the truffle pasta instead.”
he smiled, rubbing your lower back, “then order it.” he nodded towards the waiter.
you hesitated, “are you sure you’re okay with that?”
he instantly frowned, giving you a confused look, “why wouldn’t i be?”
you shifted in your seat, “because it’s a lot heavier than this.”
“and?” he said, this time patting your thigh, looking at his teammates, scared.
you looked down at your salad, “i know you’ve been trying to get me to eat a little cleaner.” you said, making sure it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
then, conversation around the table stopped, and vinícius slowly lowered his fork.
rodrygo looked directly at kylian. “bro?”
kylian looked around the table, and back at you, betrayed, “i have been trying to what!?”
you held in your laugh, “i just didn’t want you thinking i wasn’t listening.”
vinícius leaned back in his chair, “kylian.” he said, while giving him a dirty look, “she eats ‘clean’ enough, look at her.”
jude smiles at you, “why are you controlling what your girl eats, mate?”
“no, i’m not controlling what she eats!” kylian raised his voice slightly, pleading.
camavinga stared at him, “oh, so you’re just one of those ‘just have a salad’ guys?” he asked.
“absolutely not!” he said, laughing out of disbelief, “she’s lying to you all!”
rodrygo shook his head, “that’s awful, kylian.”
jude couldn’t stop smiling, sensing it wasn’t true, “mate, if this is true, you’re finished.”
“i promise on everything, i have never once told her what to eat.” he laughs, throwing up his hands.
you looked up at him, “so i can order the pasta?” you ask, finally laughing into his shoulder, lifting up your phone to show you were recording.
“now, i don’t know if you can.” he rolls his eyes and pats your head.
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jude bellingham
the waiter smiled politely as he finished taking everyone’s food order. he looked around the table one last time before writing down the last few drinks.
“anything else?” he asked, tapping his pen on the notepad.
you looked at the menu again. your finger grazed absentmindedly against the list of drinks before you turned toward jude.
“i was thinking about getting one of those strawberry refreshers.” you spoke quietly.
he nodded without even looking up, “okay love.”
you hesitated, trying to make it believable, “are you sure?” you asked softly, “that it’s okay i mean.”
jude looked over at you, “yeah?” he answered, confused.
you glanced back at the waiter, “it’s got like sixty grams of sugar.” you pause for a second, and now his whole family is looking at you, “i know you’ve been telling me i should probably cut back a little.”
jude’s eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline, “i’ve been telling you what?” he asked.
you nod, closing your lips together, “i just wanted to check first.”
the waiter awkwardly lowered his pen, looking between you two.
denise slowly turned toward her son, “jude victor william.”
then this father closed the menu in his hands shut, “is there something you’d like to tell us?” he asked calmly.
“what!?” jude said, his eyes widening.
joke smirked, definitely aware of the prank you were pulling on him, “hold on, he leaned forward, “are you rationing her drinks?” he asked.
“no!” jude answered immediately, nodding his head left and right.
you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling as you watched denise cross her arms.
“because i raised you to mind your own plate.” she said, raising her eyebrows and giving him a look.
mark nodded in agreement, “your mother doesn’t even tell me what i can order, let alone me telling her!”
jude looked between all three of them, “i have literally never told her she can’t drink anything!”
you looked down at the menu again, “so, the refresher’s okay then?” you asked quietly.
he stared at you, “baby, you can order whatever you want, whenever.” he laughs, “hell, you could order four of them.”
jobe couldn’t help but laugh, but he tried to play it off by looking away and wiping his face.
jude pointed at his younger brother, “he’s cracking,” he said, squinting his eyes at you.
“you’re supposed to be helping me!” you said in between your teeth while giving him a light kick under the table.
“i couldn’t help it! you should’ve seen his face.” jobe grinned, “best laugh i’ve had in a while.”
you finally picked up your phone from against your glass, “thank you.” you laughed.
jude saw the recording and closed his eyes shut, “i cannot believe my entire family thought i was policing your sugar intake.”
mark reached over and patted him on the shoulder, “i’ll be honest,” he said clearing his throat, “i was about thirty seconds away from having a private father-son conversation.”
jude’s face dropped and the whole table laughed, you clung onto his arm, giving him a couple pecks to make him feel better before whispering in his ear, “i’m sorry.”
NOTES :: first toji fic do u guys likey, fluff and a bit of angst from toji’s side and comfort from reader, pregnancy (obviously), short drabble, mentions of alcohol and old addictions of gambling, mentions of feet for a foot massages
W/C :: 651
“yeah, i’ve got a kid on the way.” toji smirked smugly, leaning back against a run-down couch in a run-down hiding shelter for guys like him, waiting for his manager -shiu- to get back with his next job.
ryu, a well-known adrenaline junkie in these shady shadows, sat down next to the hunk of muscle. “you? a father?” he snickered.
toji’s eyes narrowed, his fists curling up and his shoulders tensed.
“what’s that meant to mean, bastard?” his gruff voice echoed through the room, chatter from nearby lowering into hushed whispers.
ryu’s lips curled up, a scrawny smile for a sly man. “I’m just saying, the missues ought to be careful with a guy like you.”
before toji could react and give this guy a proper beating, the sound of expensive shoes caught his ears. “zenin, come on. i’ll drop you off.”
the bulky man snarled, ''i've already told you. i took my wife's name.''
now after the mission, getting his pay, he's walking back home. head low.
walking down thinly-lit streets covered in blood that wasn’t his. ryu’s words were stuck in his mind, who does he think he is? he had cash in his pocket, he could easily drink his thoughts away; spend money at some nearby cash grabs that’d make him seem like he had a chance of winning if he just tried again.
the only thing that stopped him was you.
toji hoped you were atleast asleep at this time, he knows how much you begged him to take different jobs. he was made for this. but even a man like him could just never come home one day.
stepping through the door after prying his boots off on the porch, he bolted to the shower and began his ‘cleansing’, as you would call it for dramatic effects.
“tojiii!” your voice squealed happily, busting through the door just as his rough hands wrapped a towel around his waist.
his brows arched, expecting you to be in bed, “mmmh? what’re you doing up, little miss?” after tying the towel, he ruffled your hair.
you giggled, “i was waiting for you. been wanting foot massages.” walking him out of the steamy bathroom and to the bedroom. dim lamps and the tv projecting your favorite show.
toji pulled on light pyjama sweats, old things that’ve been threading at the seams. he got to work at your feet, thick thumbs doing just the right thing. easing cramps and swelling.
moments went by, you could tell your dear husband was thinking about things. and that was never good if he wasn’t chatty beforehand. “honey? is something wrong?” pausing the show, you settled your gaze on him.
“jus’ thinking, ma.” he cleared his throat, a little hoarse from being quiet for a long period of time. “mhm? about? share with the class.” you teased, poking his side with ur foot.
the man let out a sigh, scratching the back of his neck.
“ma, i don’t think ill be the best dad. i don’t want to let you down.” he started, playing and tugging with the bedsheets like a toddler in trouble.
“i’ll keep trying for you, and the bun in the oven.”
your lips trembled, emotional hormones kicking in. “eh?! who said that!” you whined, crawling over to him. “don’t listen to those slackers, they’re the type of people that are lonely snails at home!”
he let out a grunt as you draped yourself over him, his hand instinctively moving up to rub at your swollen stomach.
“they’ll be hearing from me and my foot up their ass for making my little husband feel like that!” nuzzling your cheek against his, toji cracked a smile.
“mhm? yeah?”
“uhuh!”
“now now, baby. i don’t know about little husband…” toji propped his head up in his hand, a brow raised in interest.
you shushed him, “well i don’t care. big, small, you’re still my husband.”
“damn right i am.”
2 months later, baby megumi is introduced to the world.
a/n :: rlly short, testing the waters and not proofread </3
✧ uzuikyo : just a little warm up, because it's been so long since i posted !! hope u guys like it >.<
you groaned as you felt the cushion behind you dip, feeling the warmth of a body laying next to you. "choso?" you mumbled, brain still foggy. his familiar scent calmed you down, together with the arms that wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. "hi my love, it's just me. sorry to wake you up." he softly whispered as you shuffled, turning around to see his face. he gave you a gentle smile when he met your eyes, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
"how was work?" you asked, eyes half-closed. "fine, a few of my clients were giving everyone a hard time. but all is good, now that i'm home with my baby." you smiled at his reply, snuggling up in his chest. "i missed you". choso hummed, "i missed you more, my love. i'm glad we have the whole day together tomorrow." you nodded, smiling at the thought of finally having the same day off as your husband.
"good night, baby." you kissed his neck before snuggling back into his chest. "good night, beautiful."
Thinking about newly turned demon reader who Akaza has taken under his wing and is growing increasingly annoyed with because she refuses to eat human flesh. Eventually, he lets her do what she wants (cuz serving chopped up human heads on a silver plate -even with a fancy garnish on top because he tried to make it appealing- isn’t persuading her in the slightest) and she says she’ll go out and kill a cow or something instead. Anything to eat meat that’s not human. So, because he has a soft spot for her, he lets her go and come back.
She comes back seemingly completely empty handed. He’s just like, “Um, what the fuck? First, you don’t kill humans, now you don’t even have the heart to kill a cow?” She shrugs and makes a joke that maybe she’s a vegetarian now, and she starts chugging down a jug of milk to distract her from her appetite.
Well now he’s staring at her. Because where the fuck did she get a whole ass bottle of milk from? Looking at her, there’s no way she doesn’t look like a demon. It’s not like she just walked right up to some humans and made a trade, “Here, have these human teeth I strung together into a necklace in exchange for a drink; no, not sake, something even better- milk.” So now he’s wracking his brain trying to figure out how the fuck she managed to conjure up milk? Is it some secret demon superpower she has??
“I just milked it.”
“You…just…milked…it.”
“Yup. Easy peasy.”
“You. A demon. Just… meandered on over to the nearest cow you saw, thought you’d spare its life, and instead, got on your knees, pulled up a jug, and milked it? And it fucking let you???”
“Like I said. Easy peasy.”
As if every living creature in existence isn’t completely repulsed by the presence of demons. As if they can’t smell their bloodlust a mile away. As if they don’t run for dear fucking life when they catch wind of a demon.
She, with her horns and fangs and claws, walked right up to a cow and simply milked it.
