#//I have made my brownies. I burnt them

[dshret]

Something short to explain why he'd be openly acting like he's not related to jack and sally: trying to fool everyone. Whilst he obviously is just parotting what he heard them all say, like repeating the whole book fair part yet also failing with knowing nothing about how their magic works, Skully feels like he needs to seem more human like they are. That does mean ignoring his parents completely unless in secret.

[kawaiianimeredhead]

Had a memory of a time in early high school where a classmate friend of mine offerred to bring me and our other classmate friend some weed brownies the next day. I declined and she offerred me real brownies and the other agreed. So the next day, as far as I remember, she showed up with two small bags of brownies and handed me one with some like snowflakes or something on it

And for the rest of class, I think we were watching Jurassic Park? We just munched on some brownies. Mine were regular, as promised, and theirs weed. And it was the first time the one had ever been high. And it occurs to me that because we just talked in that class that I never got a follow up on how those two spent the rest of their days... they didn't get caught but beyond that? I dunno...

[tkbrokkoli]

sitting in the sun <3

[hazbinwhoree]

Hi!!! Could you do Adam with a spouse/partner that just loves to make food to people? Like they the kind of person to know everyones food prefrences and favorite dishes, just so they can spoil this person(This person being Adam). Like "oh you Has a bad day? I made you'r favorite!"

"you have a meeting? I made just enought brownies to everyone there!"

"princess od hell wants to talk about something? Wait, im gonna made her something to welcome her!"

(Also, science Lute is with Adam for most of her time, she gets spoiled a lot too)

Made With Love

(Name)’s love language was cooking. It had been since she learned how to cook. (Name) would feed everyone and anyone, and knew all of her people’s favorite dishes. (Name) made a lot of food.

Good thing Adam loved to eat.

(Name) adored spoiling Adam. She perfected her BBQ ribs recipe just for him. She mastered it so well, that Adam stopped ordering ribs and would only eat hers. Lute was also spoiled in turn. She liked finer cuts of meat, like filet mignon and ribeye.

(Name) treated Adam and Lute to dinner five days a week, and only didn’t make dinner on the weekend because Adam insisted she needed to chill.

Once, Adam and Lute tried making dinner for (Name) on a weekend. They burnt the food and set off the fire alarm.

(Name) always made sure Adam had food packed for his meetings. The ribs he was eating during his meeting with Charlie were hers.

His colleagues loved (Name) too because whenever she knew Adam had a meeting to attend, she made sure to send him with enough baked goods for everyone.

There was a big meeting today, well, not even a meeting, court, with the princess of Hell. “What do you think she would like?” (Name) fussed, bustling around the kitchen. “Who cares?” Adam said. (Name) rolled her eyes. “I want to make her something.” “Why?” “Why does anyone do anything?”

Adam shut up. “Maybe something spicy,” he finally suggested. “You know, since Hell is hot and all.”

(Name) giggled. “Very smart, babe.”

Adam threw an apple at her. She caught it and threw it back twice as hard, hitting him square in the chest. He let out an “oomph.”

“I’m gonna make her BBQ ribs, since I know damn well you teased her with them being holographic during your first meeting.” “Wh- how’d you know about that?” “I know you.”

“You can’t make her ribs!” Adam whined childishly. “Ribs are my thing!”

“Oh you big baby, I’ll make enough for you too.”

In court, (Name) was one of the last to enter. She approached the princess immediately, who was glaring up at Adam and Lute. “Princess! Welcome to Heaven, I made you and your friend some food.” She proudly presented the tray of ribs. “Best not to have court on an empty stomach.”

The friend looked skeptical, but Charlie was thrilled when she touched the plate and it was a solid, real thing. “Thank you so much!” she exclaimed. “Did you make them yourself?”

“Yeah!” (Name) said. “I love to cook and those are my husband’s favorite.”

“Everyone to their seats,” came Sera’s booming voice.

(Name) waved and flew up to take her spot next to Adam, who kissed her. Charlie’s mouth dropped. A sweetheart like that was married to a man like Adam? Adam noticed the look on her face and stuck his tongue out at her behind (Name)’s back.

When the meeting was over and Charlie and Vaggie had been sent back to Hell, Lute was in a foul mood. So you invited her back with you and Adam for dinner, as you usually did. You made her favorite, ribeye, and made Adam the ribs you promised.

You loved to cook, and Adam and Lute loved you for it.

[loony-n-moony]

Some bitchass TWST hcs (feel free to request someeee)

Epel is trans (fight me) 

Vil has to be hyper-aware of his facial expression because he has resting bitch face

Leona is a piece of shit stoner

Adding to that, Jack always is on the verge of tears around Leona because the stench of marijuana is PUNGENT

Riddle has naturally rosy red cheeks, so a lot of people think he’s either embarrassed or irritated with something

Rook has freckles from all the time he’s spent in the sun, and uses makeup to cover them (CANON?!?)

Floyd watches National Geographic like it’s the Super Bowl

Azul is like Velma, where he always drops his goddamn glasses, and sometimes Floyd purposely pushes him so his glasses fall off

Cater almost leaked his own nudes like the dumbass he is

Ruggie decided to steal some of Leona’s edibles thinking they were normal brownies, and claims he saw the face of God (it was Mickey)

Rook was found in the school vents at least once

Ortho has threatened to dox someone via an anonymous account because they bullied Idia online

Ortho has successfully doxxed someone

Idia’s hair has almost burnt down his room because he couldn’t defeat a boss

Lilia has a tattoo, but he refuses to reveal where (it’s a tramp stamp)

Malleus has fallen for every single deez nuts joke known to man

Sebek has also fallen for every single deez nuts joke known to man

Ace is scared of spiders, and Jamil canonically hates bugs, so one time the entire school freaked out because they had heard the most HIGH PITCHED and LOUDEST scream they’ve ever heard. Turns out it was Ace and Jamil cooking when they found a spider.

Kalim smacked his head on the top of a door frame while riding a magic carpet

Ortho accidentally leaked Idia’s fanfic account, and Cater bookmarked his fics

Jade knows Lilia is Silver’s dad, and has threatened to have make out with him just to make Silver uncomfortable 

Silver listens to the shittiest music you can think of

Deuce sings in the shower

Trey unironically thinks minion memes are funny, and it has made Cater cry

Riddle can eat an entire cake in one sitting without feeling an inkling of nausea

Kalim, Lilia, and Cater made the shittiest track you could ever think of and posted it to SoundCloud

Idia found their track and almost threw up

After Idia’s fanfic account was leaked, Cater showed it to Kalim and Kalim tried ask what ABO was. 

Ortho told him what the acronym stood for, and Kalim thought he was talking about robots, so Jamil shut off the internet for a week

Jack tried to high-hive Epel, and Epel’s hand was red afterwards

Trey and Che’nya made an entire cake and sent it to Riddle’s mom anonymously with the words “eat my ass” written in frosting

Neige secretly owns a Vil stan account

Vil secretly owns a Neige hate account 

Someone tried to make a “ur mom” joke to Malleus and he just responded with “my mother is dead.” With a completely straight face

Idia is the pinnacle of toxic k-pop stans (kinda canon but-) like it’s so bad that it blows the toxicity of the k-pop stans in this world out of the water

Vil had to slap the sense back into Epel because he was binding unsafely 

He also got him the most boujee ass binder you’ve ever seen

Trey has a model of teeth. Not even like dentures just like- a model of the average human mouth. 

Leona is a thigh man. Argue with the wall.

Cater and Idia have gotten into the CRAZIEST internet beef

Somehow, out of the two of them, Cater got cancelled

edit: YUHHH so I made a masterlist and a pinned post!!! For all that like my HCs PRETTY PLEASE send me some requests!! I wanna get to writing again! •v•

[bi-writes]

hello 🐝!! hope ur doing well, luv!

was thinking about bff!roommate!simon loving readers food. the reader starts baking and cooking for fun and uses simon as a test subject to rate the food LOL. reader's food slowly becoming one of his comfort things and maybe him risking cooking for/with them

just pureeee fluff!!

had this idea while looking at my burnt brownies LMFAO

wish ya the best ⚡

this is so sweet. this came out much angst-ier than i intended lol.

more bff!roommate!simon (part 7/?)

cw: mature language and content, suggestive language and content, simon is big 👁️👁️, the mask doesn't come off, aNgSt and LoNgInG

it's one of the first dinners that simon spends with you in your new apartment. he has never lived in a home that he didn't hate coming back to.

when he was a child, he feared his father. when he was an adult, he feared the loneliness and the quiet; it left room for the thoughts in his head to manifest and grow claws. but now, he found himself in the back of a car after deployment without dread in his chest.

when he steps into the foyer, the apartment is warm. there is no dust on the forgotten, bare counters. there is no screaming, no crying, no hushed voices and angry eyes. there is a warm yellow glow throughout the apartment; the lights you have put up since he left cast such a comforting shadow across the inviting furniture, the pictures you've hung on the wall are happy, the books you've put away and the candles you've lit are familiar.

and there's a smell. something smells so good. he closes the door behind him and locks it, setting his bag down. he follows the sounds coming from the kitchen. there's the sound of something simmering, cutlery hitting a wooden cutting board.

when he emerges into the kitchen, something in his chest constricts. you've got your bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrate on peeling some potatoes, trying to be careful not to nick the tip of your finger. there's a pot on the stove, a low fire lit as something cooks. there's more candles, a glass of wine there, a neat mess of vegetable scraps and ingredients.

he doesn't know what to call it; the taste of the word in his mouth sounds something like home.

"simon!"

and there's your smile. a bright, shimmering thing that comes over your face, relief in those gorgeous eyes and glossiness in your gaze as you hold back the excited tears you're overwhelmed with. you drop the knife you were using, hurrying around the counter to greet him, and simon grunts as your arms fling around his neck, bringing him down to your level as you hug him tight. there it is again--something tight and mean in his chest, something that feels good but something he can't say out loud.

"y-you're home--" you pull back gently. "you're back."

you smile, and simon catches the tear that escapes before it can run down your cheek.

"w-welcome home," you whisper, and you mean it, and his breath is stuck in his throat because something was waiting for him here, and it is you, and you are perfect.

"'ello, luv," he murmurs. "somethin' smells nice."

"yeah, i--" you sniffle, taking his arm and bringing him into the kitchen. simon is still fully dressed in his gear, sturdy jeans with holsters fastened around his thighs, a thick belt, a tactical vest tight around his broad torso. you pick up a tasting spoon, dipping it into the stew and holding it up to him. "tell me how it tastes. i'm...trying something new."

simon meets your eyes from under the mask before he lifts up the fabric slightly. you don't pay attention to the corrugated skin you see, the discoloration; you just smile and feed him the spoon.

he closes his eyes gently. he has been living on ready-made meals in the field and the food prepared in the mess halls. the food isn't bad--but it isn't made like this. it doesn't come with an angel feeding it, it doesn't come with an apartment filled with peace, it wasn't made with that unspoken thing that is shared between the walls of this place.

it tastes wonderful. it's warm, and it sits so nice in his stomach, and simon wants more immediately.

"still needs some time, got to get the potatoes done," you say, as if reading his mind. "it'll give you some time to wash up."

and when he comes back, you're still there. he blinks; this isn't a dream. you're still in the kitchen, asking him how he's feeling, your hair in front of your eyes as you pick up plates and bowls and more things you must have picked up when he was gone--what the fuck is going on?

who's house am i in?

what kind of fucking dream is this?

when do i wake up--when does this all get taken away from me? because i don't fuckin' deserve this--ghosts don't eat--ghosts don't get to live, and they don't get to share these memories, and they don't get to fall in lo--

"simon," you say softly, putting a small bowl into his gloved hands. his dark eyes fall, focusing on the curve of your lips and the softness of your skin and the way you feel in front of him. "ready to eat?"

yes. yes, yes, yes--

simon has been waiting all his for this feeling. the domesticity of home, the familiarity of not being alone, the serenity in something not unknown. and this would not last--he knows this deep in his bones. dead men do not get to savor these moments; he knows his demon will come to collect the time he's stolen, but for now, he will sit at the table he shares with you, drink in the warmth that you bring. he will listen to the gentleness of your voice, and he will fight tears one day in the field trying to remember exactly how you sound at this exact moment in time.

and he will try again to keep this feeling. he will pick a day that you work, a day when you are gone, and he will try and recreate the homecoming you gave him. he will fuck it up--of course he will, because simon was never taught how to love someone else like this. but somehow, he knows you won't care.

you will look at him the way you're looking at him now--simon puts the stars in the sky, the moon into orbit, gravity in motion, he brings the heat of the sun and the snow in the winter, and maybe he doesn't do this with the world you live in, but he does it with whatever lives inside of you, and it's enough for you to know that this is all that matters.

his hand along your thigh, his eyes on yours, the thing that is stuck between his teeth that he won't say but that you can feel in the air.

the thing between you that follows you, even when you go to bed that night in separate rooms. the thing that keeps you up at night knowing he is just across the hall, that he's right there, he's right fucking there--

he's right there.

so why can't i just have him?

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Coy Messages & New Love (Daddy Dom!John Price on Tumblr Headcanons)

Or: More headcanons for a story I might write someday.

CoD Masterlist

Username: CaptainBear

He’s a soft Daddy Dom but with a rough edge. So is it any surprise John is very possessive yet also genuinely caring?

And kinda heartbroken you don’t live in England despite coming across as British.

Is always the first to like your posts.

And despite the rules you set, especially the DNI if you’re 40+ (in my mind, John is about 42), you allow him to interact with your content.

Because there’s something drawing you to him, something inexplicable that craves his attention. Something that keeps you hoping there’s a chance.

Your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you receive a notification.

CaptainBear sent you a message.

CaptainBear: Hey, I just wanted to say I thoroughly enjoy your blog and you seem like a very darling girl. And pretty to boot! You probably won’t respond to this and that’s fine, but I thought I’d finally gather the courage to pop in and tell you.

CaptainBear: Also, if I may be blunt, seeing you wear that choker in combination with that bunny shirt makes it very difficult to think. If you were at base with me, I don’t think I’d be of any use. Mission planning would be nigh on impossible.

(your_username): Base? What do you do for a living?

CaptainBear: I’m in the military. Captain.

(your_username): Wow, seriously?! That’s incredible! But, with all due respect, what is a man like you doing in a place like this?

CaptainBear: Satisfying my curiosity. Maybe on a mission to find something.

(your_username): Which is?

CaptainBear: Companionship. With luck, yours.

(your_username): What’s your name, soldier? If you tell me, I’ll see what I can do.

CaptainBear: It’s John. Sorry, should’ve mentioned that. Quite a generic name too, I know.

(your_username): It’s alright, John. Is it short for anything or just John?

CaptainBear: It’s short for Jonathan, but only my Mum calls me that.

(your_username): But what if I did?

CaptainBear: God, you’ve got no idea how much I now want to hear you say it.

(your_username): Maybe someday you will.

He regularly checks up on you, even multiple times a day. Look, John just wants to make sure you ate, stay hydrated, and are healthy.

When he's on leave, it's not uncommon to get a message from him accompanied by a picture of a pint with the context he's at a pub with his pals. More often than not, it's followed by a confession he'd rather spend the evening with you.

Loves it when you send him photos, especially to show off new lingerie you bought.

Thrives on the knowledge he gets to see more of you than anyone else and loves the thought you’re showing others what they can’t have.

Because it’s all his.

Has confessed to jerking off to them… a lot.

Shares little bits of his day with you. He’d be at a bookshop and ask you to pick something for him to read or your recommendations. Or he’ll be cooking and be struck with curiosity because what is your favourite food? What do you like to eat?

CaptainBear: Y/N, I made a brownie.

(your_username): Oh, is it any good?

The photo he sends you answers the question. Nevertheless, just to be sure and give him the chance to give context, you send a follow-up question. (your_username): Did you use 90% cocoa chocolate or is it…

CaptainBear: It’s burnt… so now you know I can’t bake. I’m a man of many talents, but baking isn’t one.

(your_username): I’m sure you more than make up for it otherwise, sir.

CaptainBear: You’ll find out when we meet, my dear.

Assures you that when he’s away on deployment he’s not making up a lie to be with another. And in order to prove that, John will sneak in photos to show you he’s really in Iraq or wherever else.

Drives the task force up the wall because he gets quite lovey dovey in private.

Leaves compliments on your posts which are laced with possessiveness and his obsession with you (my pretty Dollie, sweet little thing, etc.) on your posts. He tags you in photos and reblogs too to let you know what he's into, thinks you like, and hopes for your relationship and possible future.

Furthermore, he also shows you claimed him via reblogs and by stating he’s ‘taken and proudly devoted to (your_username)’ in his blog’s bio (even before he's asked for your submission, which he is pretty sure you'll give him. Until then, it's a way to stave off unwanted attention).

Gets especially gooey with lust and affection when you show him the plushies you’ve crocheted (totally not saying this because I crochet, haha). Like, he’ll immediately brighten when he sees a '(your_username): John (and occasionally sir or even Daddy later down the line), look at this!' followed by a photo of you snuggling with your new animal buddy.

As time passes by and you two get to know each other in more ways than one, you finally decide to meet. The moment you tell John you booked a train to London during the time he’s on leave he’s overjoyed. Ecstatic even.

The moment you enter King’s Cross, he spots you and practically runs over to wrap you up in a warm bear hug before you can get so much as a greeting out. The only sound you make is a surprised squeal as he lifts you up and twirls you around. “My little lady, finally home.”

At last, you regain your voice. “Hello to you too, Jonathan.”

Though he loathes hearing anyone else use his full name, he melts on the spot when you do. Moreover, he’s flattered you remembered the promise he thought was an empty one, a fleeting wish.

Turned into a dream come true.

Takes you out for coffee and Build-A-Bear as a first date the day after because your first day together gets lost to unpacking and settling into the Hackney townhouse he calls ‘home’. Lost to getting the messages (holding hands all the while), learning how each of you likes their coffee, what his favourite cigars are, what your favourite food is.

Lost to the feeling of what it’ll be like to live together.

It’s surprisingly much easier for John to tune into you than he expected. Henceforth, he picks up on the hesitation that underlines your movements, the slight shudder in your lips while he tries his best not to get completely lost in you.

“We don’t have to do this,” he hastily says between kisses, needing to get the words out before you start something you won’t want to finish.

“No, I want to, John. I want you.” You told him you’re a virgin and have given off clues that the concept of actually having sex is, to be honest, quite frightening. Nevertheless, you’ve put your trust in him and feel secure in his touch, his embrace.

“I know, love, but I mean that we don’t, shouldn’t even, have sex if you don’t want to.” His features soften. “Don’t do it if you feel like you need to to please me because you don’t. I’ll wait for when you’re ready. I told you before, this isn’t about sex or the dynamic. I love you. Love who you, you as a person, are and I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want.”

After reassuring him and giving him your consent explicitly multiple times, he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.

Tries to be gentle the first time, but ends up being rough anyway. He’s utterly enchanted, nay, enthralled by how you look, unraveling over and over again.

All because of him.

Nonetheless, John refuses to cum inside you until you’re on birth control and he has bought a box of proper condoms.

“It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you or cum inside. Believe me, I do, every minute of the day. Drives me fucking mad, but,” he caresses your hair as he pries your legs away from his waist, ”I have to think about your health as well.”

You don’t protest, don’t want to after a soft kiss on the forehead and a husky “I’m sorry, love”. In response, you lightly squeeze his arm and shake your head. “Don’t apologise. I also won’t force you to do things you don’t want to do. Though it’s nice.”

“What is?”

“You looking out for me.”

“‘Course I do,” John snaps into you, picking up the pace again that has you seeing stars, “I’m your captain. Your man. Your bear.”

Those very words, combined with his warm presence, tips you over the edge.

A content echo of his name fills the room, rings in his ears as a satisfied sigh falls from your lips and tears stain your cheeks. It’s this image of chaotic beauty, of gorgeous ruination, which almost makes him break his promise. Nonetheless, after a few more sharp thrusts, he pulls out. Thick creamy white spurts draw an intricate pattern on your skin.

His mark.

John rests his forehead against yours, basking in the afterglow. “I love you.”

Today and the many days he hopes are ahead of you.

[thekissofaphrodite]

Heart of Stone

Jessica Parker Kennedy!Medusa X Blind!wife!reader

Summary: Humans after creatures were petrified by her blinding eye, but it seems like Medusa's heart of stone was fixed by a certain someone she calls a wife.

Warning: Flashbacks of Rape and Death of child (I think that's all)

Author's note: Percy Jackson this, Luke Castellan that. I'll take medusa.

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"You think I'll hold a grudge on you just because you are a daughter of Athena?" Medusa said sweetly as she stared at Annabeth through her veiled hat whilst pouring freshly made lemonade into one of the cups.

Annabeth kept a neutral expression, carefully watching Medusa's movements whilst keeping an eye on grover, who munched happily on one of the snacks.

Medusa watched grover with a smile, barely glancing at percy.

"You like them?" She asked Grover, The Satyr nodded enthusiastically.

"My wife made them." All of the eyes were now on medusa's.

The trio shared a confused glance, Percy and Grover threw Annabeth a 'What the actual hell did she say?' and Annabeth threw back a much confused glance, saying 'I dont know either'

Percy was the first one to break the silence, His head still low as he played with the strawberry cheesecake on his plate with a silver fork.

"Er..Wife? you said...isn't that impossible since you're.. You know..." Medusa chuckled wholeheartedly, Annabeth just rolled her eyes and nudged Grover.

"She's blind.. The gods also punished her a long time ago.." After that statement, the trio immediately turned their heads, curiously sitting down and patiently waiting for a story.

"She was once a beautiful nymph that served Circe... Goddess of Aiaia. She was beautiful, then...Hermes.. The messenger God fell in love with her whilst he was still in a relationship with Circe, She rejected him multiple times, but in desperation he—" Medusa Inhaled sharply, Her fist curling up into a ball in anger, she was hesitating to continue the story.

"He asked Aphrodite to make him a draught so she can sleep with him..and it worked, When Circe found out she was so outraged and jealous that she poured every potion she had into her eyes..Her once beautiful green eyes, and cursed her saying 'You shall never see the light of day, Again' " The story finished, Annabeth, Percy and Grover went silent, Medusa however looked at the demigods, watching for any signs of mercy or pity in their eyes.

Then, the silence was interrupted by someone, behind the door.

"Emmy? I think the food you're making is burnt— I smell brownies— Oh! please tell me you're making them!" You. She were gorgeous, with waist length red hair and pale skin, a line of dark freckles trailing down your breasts and arms. you was wearing a floral dress beautifully. you almost looked like a goddess. If it wasn't for your grey eyes, that was once green that made you less perfect.

Medusa's expressions changed neutrally to cheerful. The trio noticed a pair of ring Medusa and Her wife had.

The blind woman, who was Medusa's wife, had a snake ring on her finger, while medusa had a simple gold ring with an emerald stone.

"We have visitors?" You asked, As Medusa walked towards you and looped her arms with yours.

"They're demigods, Dear" Medusa whispered to your ear, making you frown a little.

"I'll go back to the kitchen. You can handle them, yes?" Medusa nodded, and you a kiss on your cheeks before watching her wife go.

——

It wasn't that long when you heard screams and running footsteps, It was definitely the demigods.

Years after years, you lived with Medusa, The bravest warriors to the most cowardly men had stepped inside your home, and none escaped. Not with her deadly eyes.

But you knew those demigods don't stood a chance.

You stared at the blowing kettle, feeling the heat wash over you as sweat trickled down your neck.

And why should you and medusa hide your capabilities and powers when you two are far more superior?

You remembered it all too well.

Hermes drugged you and forced you into his bed, shamelessly raping you all over again until he's content, Circe in fury punishing you. You begged and explained, You really did...But she never listened.

Circe, Banishing you out of Aiaia... You being pregnant. You giving birth near a cave.. Your baby boy dying... Medusa finding you...

Life was hard.. The Gods gave no mercy and pity. But here you are. Still standing with the woman who saved you.

You heard footsteps coming upstairs. You smiled thinking that your trap might work.

"Do you find everything pleasant?" You whispered sweetly.

there was no response.

But then, someone grabbed you by your long hair and slashed your neck.

Medusa ran as fast as she could when she heard screams, But her heeled sandals failed her.

You were now lying on the ground, blood spurting out of your neck as you tried to gasp for air. Tears poured down your cheeks as you tried to say Medusa's name.

Medusa screamed. A blood curling scream as she fell down and held your body. The wife she had protected all these years. Her wife. Her soul mate. Her one and true love, Dead.

You tried to speak, but no words came out of your mouth. Instead, as you were dying, Your green eyes gained a clearer vision of your wife. Her beautiful face was crying, Snakes hissing as her hair..But you never mind, Her beauty never scared you after all. Her blue eyes looked at yours. As you slip away from consciousness, you can sleep peacefully after taking a look at your blue-eyed beauty.

In the small cottage, Medusa stood up, Your blood staining her hands as she glanced at the trio, She slowly walked towards them, and grinned.

"I don't mind three additional statues filling my home..."

A/N: FIRST MEDUSA FF. HOW DID I DO? I RLLY WANNA ADD TRAGEDY AND LOVE AT THE SAME TIME SO HERE WE ARE! I DO HOPE YOU LIKE EM!!

[daddy-dotcom]

Twice Baked

Summary: Two batches of brownies were made: one with laced with "maryjane," and one without. Unfortunately, the wrong ones end up in the hands (and mouths) of the BAU. Requested by my lovely mutual @swaggysagiewagie <3

Words: 1,050

Rating/Warnings: M- Drugs (marijuana), canon typical mentions of violence, fluff :)

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I don’t normally make it a habit of putting illegal substances in my baked goods. I actually don’t make it a habit of using illegal substances at all, given the FBI’s random drug screenings. But when my college roommate called me in a panic at 11 pm because she had already burnt 3 batches of her attempted “special” brownies, I knew I had no choice but to help her. It was her boyfriend’s birthday tomorrow and he specifically requested the dessert, so we spent the entire night baking our asses off. While I was busy baking the weed brownies, I thought it might be nice to bake some regular ones to take to work. I was extremely careful not to mix them up. I even marked the pan without the weed brownies with a red sharpie so that I wouldn’t mix them up in the morning. But after such a late night, I was in such a hurry the next morning that I hadn’t even noticed that the only pan left in the kitchen was a batch of pot brownies. And of course, I grabbed the pan without a second thought, and dropped them off in the break room, unaware of what was to come of my little mix up.

As the team trickled in and out of the break room to get their morning coffees, they each helped themselves to a brownie under the impression that it was just another one of my delicious baked treats. It wasn’t until Penelope called us all in to the meeting room for a debrief that I noticed something was off.

“LETS GET STARTED BECAUSE WE HAVE A LOT TO COVER PEOPLE” Penelope said in a much louder voice and with a much quicker pace than usual.

“Ourfirstvictimisa32yearoldpoliceofficerandwasfoundstrangledinhercar,aaaaaandoursecondvictimwas40yearsoldandalsoapoliceofficerandOH MY GOD WE’RE NEXT” she said.

That was odd, even for Penelope.

Just then, I could hear Spencer in the seat next to me trying to stifle his giggles.

“we’re gonna die,” he said, as if that was the funniest thing in the world. “I’ve died before it is not fun,” he said between laughs.

Oh no....

It hit me just then that Penelope and Spencer's behavior was no accident, this was a result of my delicious handiwork. I can't believe I actually mixed them up.

Of course I mixed them up.

I was up so late and as luck would have it, I brought the goddamn weed brownies into Quantico.

"Calm down mama, nobody's dying alright," Morgan said. I could tell he had some brownies too because he was talking incredibly slow and he was leaned all the way back in his chair.

"Morgan's right everybody just be cooooool." I'm guessing Prentiss also had some, but she was so relaxed that it seemed like this wasn't the first time she and Morgan have been high.

"JJ you alright?" Morgan asked. She had her head down on the desk and seemed like she was sound asleep.

"OHMYGOD SHE'S DEAD TOO" Garcia yelled.

"Shhhhh it's okay babygirl," Morgan cooed as he wrapped Garcia in an embrace.

"Oh god," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose in both embarrassment and defeat.

"What's going on?" Hotch asked, standing in the doorway and staring in confusion.

"Nothing boss man just hanging around" said Emily.

I knew I had to come clean to Hotch about the brownies. "Sir, I can explain" I said, feeling more embarrassed than ever. "I helped a friend make some brownies that were laced with...a certain substance, and I decided to make a regular batch for the team, but in my haste this morning I must've mixed them up."

“Yes! The brownies! You made them (Y/N)!?” Spencer asked bewildered, “that must be why they were soooo gooood.”

I could feel his hand moving to touch the exposed skin under my skirt, and while I should have immediately swatted his hand away, I let him linger for just a moment.

“Spencer, you’re high, you all need to chill out before we can get back to work” I said as I gently brushed his hand away.

“Can I give you a kiss?” he asked with a pout, completely ignoring what I had just said

“No!I mean….yes. Maybe? But not right now!”

"No one is going to do any work until they are no longer high. I can brief them on the plane once they sober up. As for you, (Y/N), I'd like to speak with you in my office."

Oh no, this was it, I was most likely going to get fired.

"(Y/N), I'll make this brief. I realize this was most likely a mistake on your part. That said, you still drugged our team members with a substance that is illegal in several states. However, given that it's technically legal in ours, I am only going temporarily suspend you from work for the duration of the case."

"I wanted to apologize again sir, I never wanted to cause anyone harm or distract them from work."

"I know (Y/N), just be grateful I'm not reporting any of you or requiring you all to get drug tested."

I nodded profusely and walked out of Hotch's office before he could change his mind. As I rounded the corner, I bumped right into Spencer's chest. He couldn't help but giggle some more as we collided.

"Sorry Spence, not just about bumping into you but also the whole weed brownie thing."

"It's okay (Y/N)," he said as his giggles subsided,"I reeaaaalllyyyy liked those brownies."

Seeing Spencer in this state, I couldn't help but laugh too. "I'll make you some normal ones sometime, Spencie," I said, playfully punching him in the arm.

".....soooo can I still give you that kiss?" he said, gently brushing my arm. He slowly leaned in with his eyes closed, but I couldn't help but smile as I put my index finger to his lips.

"Hotch kinda 'grounded' me at the moment, but I'll let you give me as many kisses as you want when you get back," I said with a wink.

I may have risked losing my job in the process, but I'd bake weed brownies all over again if I knew that it would cause my work crush to finally make a move.

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AN: Thank you for all the love on Bang My Line. It really motivated me to write more so here’s my second criminal minds 1shot. Get added to the tag list for my next fic The Visit. Hope y’all enjoy <3

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jackhughes I’ve never been one for sappy posts, but this past year with this little one has been heaven on earth. I’ve heard so many parents complain about lack of sleep, crying, and so many other things, but how can you complain when there’s something so innocent looking at you like this angel looks at us? I’d do this over a million times if it meant you stay this little forever. Happy first birthday. Always and forever going to be my little girl.

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lhughes_06 Thanks for making me the favorite uncle, bro.

_quinnhughes You’re not the favorite.

lhughes_06 Oh my bad, I’ve never heard her say your name so I thought she just didnt know you existed🫢

_quinnhughes she’s one. How tf is she supposed to say a “q” when she’s one?? I wasn’t the one that was 2 days late to the birth because of “plans that you couldn’t get out of.” 🫢

jackhughes if Quinn didn’t live in the middle of nowhere Canada he’d be the favorite by a long shot🫢

elblue6 I could not have chose a better daughter-in-love or granddaughter for my sweet boy. Nonna and Poppa love all three of you beyond words! Also, is my little angel walking yet?

y/nhughes We love you more! She’s not quite able to walk on her own yet, but Jack is making sure she learns to skate before she walks😉

elblue6 I expected nothing less coming from him lol!

trevorzegras it’s cute watching Quinn and Luke argue over who the favorite uncle is when I’m holding her right now. She may not be able to say my name, but she sure as hell cries when I’m not holding her 🫢

_quinnhughes you traumatize her so much when you hold her that she has to let it out when you’re not.

lhughes_06 she probably has ptsd from looking at your face

trevorzegras anyways, happy birthday to my sidekick. Can’t wait to piss your mom and dad off together when you’re older🫶

nicohischier the best thing to come from a Hughes brother. Happy birthday, love!

jackhughes that was a very unnecessary backhanded compliment, Nico.

lhughes_06 I once brought you brownies to practice. I’m hurt.

nicohischier You’re brownies were burnt.

_quinnhughes are you comparing our niece to burnt brownies Luke?

lhughes_06 Quinn, you’re irrelevant.

colecaufield since everybody else ruined your sappy post…Buddy you’re the best dad. She’s absolutely perfect, just like her mom.

trevorzegras I’m deceased

jackhughes I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not Zegras’s bitch

jackhughes sorry I meant caddy. Damn autocorrect.

y/nhughes love you coley!

jackhughes really y/n?

_alexturcotte happy birthday to my favorite baby. make another one so I can have 2 favorites.

jackhughes gotta talk to y/n about that. If it were up to me we’d have 12.

y/nhughes you can have all the babies you want when you push them out :)

y/nhughes our beautiful little family. You both make life so precious.

jackhughes we would be lost without Mama💜

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y/nhughes On the left was our first day home, and on the right is you just now. They weren’t lying when they said time is a thief. I went through the worst pain in my life bringing you into this word, little girl, but you made me forget about it the second I heard your first cry. Happy first birthday, angel. Mama and Dada love you infinitely times one hundred.

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nhl Happy birthday Baby Hughes!

fanuser1 she’s so perfect. So happy for the Hughes family! Happy birthday!

_quinnhughes Uncle Q’s favorite girl. Happy birthday!

_alexturcotte The sweetest little family. Now add more. ps happy birthday beautiful.

y/nhughes We love you, Turcs! Our favorite babysitter😉

_alexturcotte the true favorite uncle doesn’t have to brag about it🤷‍♂️

fanuser2 I didn’t like y/n at first, but she’s grown on me.

jackhughes same tbh

y/nhughes Jack I stg if you don’t shut up…

bff.user you may have a lot of boys arguing about the favorite uncle, but I’m secure in knowing I’m the best aunt😙

trevorzegras we can be the aunt and uncle power couple😛

bff.user @jackhughes put your friend on a leash

jackhughes I’ll put a muzzle on him while I’m at it.

trevorzegras you all love me ;)

jackhughes unfortunately

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elblue6 Happy birthday to Nonna and Poppa’s favorite girl! You’re little heart is too good for this world, but we are so blessed for you to share it with us. You look so much like your mama, but you act just like your dada! (I’m saying a prayer for your mom). We can not wait to celebrate you this weekend! With love, Nonna and Poppa.

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Can u write some malconnor hcs plz??? ❤️🤭 I'm starved fr :)

Ty love u

ah yes my babies I love them sm

it took me a while to get to this but anon I gotchu babe I love me some malconnor at ALL times

they’re givingggg youngest sibling x youngest sibling

I think Connor has always liked the idea of having a motorcycle, but he didn’t take it seriously until Malcolm mentioned someone at his school got one (and was kinda cute)

Connor was NOT HAVING THAT

(he called Travis like “BUCKLE UP WE’RE COMMITTING GRAND THEFT AUTO TONIGHT”)

can’t remember if I said this already but these two could ABSOLUTELY play Ghostface and get away with it

Malcolm would be their supplier and Connor would know all their escape routes and plans B through Z

maybe I’ve already written an au but that’s a WHOLE other thing

anyways I feel it in my Soul that Malcolm is from SoCal, so you can imagine he’s no stranger to parties, even as an introvert (I like to think he doesn’t like people but he’s really good at them— he’s a social butterfly)

the first time Connor saw Malcolm do a blowjob shot (that is a REAL THING LOOK IT UP BEFORE YOU COME FOR ME IT JUST MEANS SHOOTING WITH NO HANDS) he actually almost passed the fuck out

(I don’t condone underage drinking, kids, make sure you’re of legal age before trying any form of alcoholic beverage)

they’re both energy drink addicts and they’ll get each other’s favorites

Connor’s a Red Bull girlie and Malcolm says Monster is his life support

baking together but it devolves into them throwing handfuls of flour at each other and slipping on the eggs they dropped on the ground

(miraculously, the brownies still got made)

Connor pushing Malcolm’s glasses up onto his forehead so he can kiss him better

aside from the point I feel like……. Connor would play lacrosse

if I were to make THAT an au there’s jersey headcanons and going to games and whatever else that comes with it but that’s a WHOLE other circus

anyways they play Minecraft together

lightsaber fights because they’re both nerds

EVERYTHING is a competition with them

“first one to the lake gets to pick the movie tonight”

“you’re on, Stoll”

“good luck, Pace. you’re gonna need it”

“I hope you’re ready to LOSE”

Connor FaceTiming Malcolm during finals season, melting into a burnt out depressed blob at his desk, only to see Malcolm serenely normal annotating a book in his beanbag chair because he’d already finished studying for the night

“Mal,” Connor begged, “help me. Why am I forgetting quadratics. That was a freshman term.”

Malcolm: “Isn’t that a function?”

Connor: “A WHAT (I can’t do this)”

Malcolm, already putting his book away: “Okay… animal crossing then?”

Connor: *inconsolable sobbing* “I love you”

before the first fight of the Battle of Manhattan, after Percy’s big speech and they realize just how bleak their odds are, I like to think these two found each other in the crowd before it dispersed and just. grabbing each other. and not letting go until they have to.

and we don’t talk about the unspoken relief when they first see each other AFTER that first battle because I don’t think I can emotionally handle that one right now

also you know how often they sleep between fights? I know for a fact Malcolm passed out on Connor’s shoulder after at least one of them

fighting back to back tropes but it’s these two annihilating every battlefield you stick them on together

Connor’s immune system is stacked because traveling = tons of sicknesses so Hermes’ kids are super resistant to that, but poor Malcolm’s immunocompromised ass is always getting sick somehow

and like— whatever can affect Connor at all will do much worse to Malcolm, and they find that out the hard way (having to wake up the Apollo cabin in the middle of the night for emergency help because Connor’s mild cold developed into pneumonia in his poor boyfriend)

on a related note, Malcolm is a major germaphobe but not in the obnoxious way my brother is

eughhh in the first ToP book when Apollo accidentally gives the entire camp hay fever, that was not a good follow up week for Malcolm

Connor, who was mildly congested and that was the worst of his symptoms, took care of him the whole time dw

(I reread the Last Olympian today!!)

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{ 111 }

i don't wanna know.

mike schmidt x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; i just really wanted to get this story off my chest. 10 stages of love

{ first comes heavy breathing | staring at the ceiling | what will happen next; i don't wanna know. }

prologue

in a house just like any other lived a young girl and her two parents. the girl adored her mom and dad so much, often calling them her best friends. they were truly the coolest parents a kid could ask for, and the fact that she had an equally cool aunt made it all the better.

she was in the midst of doing her homework when the sudden smell of smoke fills her with concern. with a gasp, she shoves her textbooks and binders aside, coming out of her room while calling out to her mother. "mom!? is everything okay?!" the little girl enters the kitchen, coughing as the smell of something burning and sweet fills her nostrils. tiny coughs escapes from her parted lips as she waves away at the wisps of smoke, seeing her mother standing there looking flustered.

"i'm sorry honey, did i worry you? everything's alright! i just...forgot to put the timer on for the brownies, that's all."

as her mother explains how she wanted to bake some treats for her father, she allows her eyes to trail towards the pan filled with burnt brownies, the scent of burning chocolate seeming to fill at the air. thanks to her dad, she knew that her mother didn't have the greatest track record of being the best cook, or the best baker. it was a trait that her father found endearing, and admittedly, she did, too. "mom, if you need help, i can help you." the girl was all too ready to help her mother, sliding up the sleeves of her sweater when the older woman stops her. "no, sweetheart, there's no need!" she is suddenly pushed out of the kitchen by her mother. "you just focus on finishing up your homework. and besides, your dad will be home in a few minutes, and he can help me."

with the matriarch of the family shooing the girl out of the kitchen, she was given little choice than to follow her order with a groan. "okay then, but if you burn down the house then you have to take all the blame!" letting out a giggle at her mother's upset expression, she runs up the stairs, ready to continue her homework when she notices something amiss. settled at the end of the hallway, she saw that her parent's bedroom door was open and there seemed to be something scattered around the carpeted floors. with her curiosity getting the best of her, she enters the room to catch a glimpse of what was on the floor. upon entering, she sees that there was a photo album that lay open with some pictures scattered around it. recognizing one of them, the girl settles down on her knees and picks up one of the photographs, seeing a much younger version of her parents staring back at her. captivated by these memories captured on film, the girl settles back down with her legs folded beneath her, going through each and every snapshot of what she assumes to be the time they were simply dating. she must have lost track of time, because as she was flipping through the photographs, she hears someone knocking against the doorframe, making her gasp as she drops the pictures. "i see that your mom's not the only one feeling sentimental." he chuckles, smiling at his daughter as the familiar curls fell across his face. as she looks up at her dad, she realizes that he wasn't much different from when he was younger. "dad!" jumping up to her full height, she falls into his embrace, inhaling his comforting scent all while giggling. "i'm gonna assume mom kicked you out of the kitchen, too." he winks at her, "as always." they both bask in their laughter as her father sits back on the ground, admiring the photos, too. "man, seeing all of these again takes me way back."

with a sigh, the girl rests her head against her father's chest, "hey dad...?"

"yeah sweetie?" "can you tell me how you and mom met?" the girl feels the way her father stiffens, but then relaxes just a mere few seconds later. she basks in the sound of his rich laughter, but ultimately caves in to her gentle demands. "alright, i suppose i see no harm in telling you how me and your mom got together..."

1. first sight

your feet were felt pounding against the linoleum flooring of the grocery store as you ran after a pickpocket that currently held your purse in his slimy hands. life just wasn't turning out so well for you, now was it? for starters, you had the worst day at work, being scolded by your supervisors for making even the tiniest mistakes on your reports. and not only were you scolded, but you had to take a walk in the rain when you went to grab lunch in between your shifts without an umbrella, leaving your outfit feeling damp for the rest of the day.

when your shift was finally over, you decided to treat yourself to something nice at the store. maybe buy a quick and easy frozen pizza to bake once you got home along with a box of chocolates (because everyone who personally knew you knew about what an atrocious cook you were).

so the moment you entered the grocery store with every intention of grabbing your quick and easy dinner was when some asshole in a hoodie decided to grab your purse and make a run for it.

you were so caught off guard- so wrapped up in the horrific day you were having that you were left flabbergasted for a mere few seconds the moment your purse got snatched. when the feeling of surprise finally subsided was when you felt red hot anger surging through you.

"YOU FUCKER, GET BACK HERE!" now, you were not one to shout explicit words in public, but you suppose that this instance warranted an exception because of how livid you were.

just what shitty luck was this, with you chasing this asshole in the rain, no less?! and when you thought that karma was close to failing you was when the unthinkable happened. you saw someone swerve violently into the parking lot, parking his car before coming out of the driver's seat. all you could see was a blur of black and brown as the man got out of his car and began wailing at the man who held your purse.

you heard the thief grunt, dropping the purse as he fell onto the wet pavement. sounds of fists hitting upon skin made you wince briefly, yet you were too scared to get your purse back.

your savior must have did a number on that bastard thief, because after a few hits, he was passed out against the wet pavement. you listen as he breathes heavily, taking a hold of your purse while standing at his full height. "are you alright, miss?"

you shiver upon hearing his voice, gazing up at him as your eyes met with his own doe eyes. his chest moves in tune with his rapid breaths, and you could see the way his wet curls fell across his face along with the faint outline of facial hair that decorated his jawline-

and dear gods almighty, was this man fine as hell.

he was a man of average height, yet he was well built, with muscles seen outlining the biceps of his shirt. you couldn't look away from him-

and lucky for you, this perfect stranger couldn't seem to look away from you, either.

2. introduction

as if breaking out of a trance, you shake your head and take your purse away from him. "i-i am alright! thank you for that...mister...?" you trail off on purpose, hoping that he would disclose his name to you. "it's michael- mike, mike schmidt." "mike." you taste his name against your lips, decided that you liked it and that it truly fits him before extending a hand out and telling him your own name. he takes your hand and does the same, repeating the syllables that make up your name. "so did you want to press charges or anything?" "h-huh?"

momentarily forgetting about the asshole that stole your purse, you look down to see that he was still knocked out cold and on the ground. a smile paints your features when you shake your head, "no, i think you were plenty enough karma for him." he smiles upon hearing your words, looking back down at the thief while shaking his head, "he'll be out for a while, i'm sure."

when the adrenaline subsided did you finally feel the effects of the rain on your form, you felt your body let out a series of violent shivers, making your teeth chatter in response. you look away from mike, ready to admit to him just how cold you felt when he did something that shocked you even further. with his eyebrows furrowed in response, he unzips his jacket and drapes it over your figure, allowing the warmth to envelope you in a loose embrace. feeling speechless, all you could do was look up at him in awe, touched by his unexpected kindness. he locks gazes with you, then suddenly steps back, "fuck, i forgot all about dinner. sorry, i gotta go, abby's waiting for me!"

abby? who's she? is she his girlfriend? the thought of him saying another girl's name made a strange sense of hurt fill you, but mike didn't seem to notice as he got in his car. "are you okay? do you need a ride?"

you quickly shake your head in response. "n-no, i have my own car, b-but what about your jacket?!"

you watch as he gives you a lopsided grin. "you can keep it; it looks good on you."

okay, so maybe he doesn't have a girlfriend after all. you were about to thank him for his kindness when a low groan was heard, alerting you to the thief regaining his consciousness. mike was ready to step out of the car again when you decided to act on your anger and kick the thief right between his legs, earning a high-pitched squeal from the man. "alright alright, i get it! i'm sorry!" "you better be!" with one final huff, you give mike one final glance before striding back towards your car with his jacket safely tucked around you, with a single thought running through your mind.

maybe i can see him again if i keep it.

3. interaction

this all felt so stupid.

here you are, weeks later, still thinking about him.

you lay alone in bed, staring at the ceiling as you replayed your first interaction with him, when he had retrieved your purse from that thief. a proud smile graces your features, thinking back on how mike had given you his jacket when you were cold and shivering in the rain. it was like you were a teenager all over again, thinking about your crush while basking in the lingering scent that still stained his clothes. the scent of masculine cologne and a hint of coffee...a strange mixture that complimented mike well.

a sigh escapes from your lips, and you felt a little disappointed, completely uncertain if you would ever see him again. despite knowing his name, you weren't sure how you could find him or contact him. "i should have asked for his number." you groan to yourself, hiding your face within your pillow as you gently screamed into it. despite how you had high hopes of seeing him again, you felt that your desires were all but a mere fantasy now. "maybe if i think hard enough...i'll dream about him instead." letting out one last defeated sigh, you turn over to your back and close your eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of him when you fell asleep tonight.

4. attraction

when you came back to your local grocery store, the weather was much more pleasant than it had been since that fateful day in the rain. due to how busy your work was keeping you, you ended up eating out a lot, which in turn made you put on some pounds that you figured you needed to try and shed (well, at least make an attempt to.) as you were perusing the shelves for something light and easy to cook, you felt a sudden presence coming from behind you.

the steps were heavy, and you immediately knew that it had to be a man. hoping- practically praying that he would simply walk by you and to another area. but when you could feel him stop directly behind you, lingering, you didn't have the courage to turn around and face him-

that is, until you smelled a familiar scent, one that was much stronger than the scent that lingers on the jacket that you were currently wearing. "hey, i recognize that jacket."

you drop the box of instant mashed potatoes, seeing the man with familiar curls and kind, brown eyes. "mike!"

without even thinking about it, you face him while throwing your arms around his neck, catching him off guard as mike takes a step backwards. you weren't thinking straight, all you knew was that you wanted so desperately to see him again for so long,

and now, he was finally in front of you, with the scent of his cologne invading your senses.

realizing what you were doing, you gasp before letting him go, feeling the blood rushing towards your cheeks in embarrassment. "s-sorry mike, it's just, i guess i was just happy to see you again."

you watch as mike's eyes become wide, letting out a cough as he looks away from you briefly. "sorry, i've been busy with work lately, since i work nights and all." "t-that's okay! i've also been a little busy with work, too." an awkward silence was felt forming between the two of you when you suddenly blurt out, "would you like to go on a date with me this weekend? maybe see a movie and get some dinner or s-something?" mike meets your gaze once more all while laughing, hiding his mouth beneath the palm of his hand. "ah, w-what's so funny? listen, if you don't want to go on a date with me, just say-" "no, you've got it all wrong." mike gives you a rueful smile while saying your name, "it's just, i feel disappointed that you beat me to it."

5. first date

to say you were excited for your date with mike would be the greatest understatement of the century. you had never felt this way before.

your heart was racing with anticipation.

your palms were sweating the tiniest bit, further accentuating your excitement as you got ready for your date.

you put on some makeup and thought about what you could wear in order to impress mike, rearranging the clothes and matching them with different pairs of shoes, but ultimately settled on what you knew would fit you best:

wearing your favorite outfit and something comfortable for your shoes, something that expressed your usual fashion outside of work. doing one last look-over with your outfit and makeup, you decided that it was perfect.

you were ready. you simply gazed at the numbers on your digital clock, seeing that it read 6:45pm. after you traded numbers at the store, you made plans for your date, with mike agreeing to pick you up around 7 so you could enjoy some dinner before heading to the theaters to watch a movie around 9:30.

you were mentally going through your plans for the evening with mike when a knock was heard on your door along with a text. getting your phone out of your purse, you look down to see a text from mike that read:

[ hey, i'm here. are you ready? :) ]

your heart was fluttering with excitement, beating a bit too fast as you placed your phone back inside the confines of your purse.

all too eager for your date with mike, you open the door to see a wonderful sight standing before you.

mike was dressed comfortably in a dark sweater with matching pants and some dress shoes. not only was he achingly handsome, but in his hands he held a bouquet of flowers that held a plethora of colorful petals.

you take the bouquet and felt the tears nearly dot your vision, "oh mike, this is wonderful. t-thank you so much...!"

and as you met with his kind eyes once more, you knew that he had captured your heart at this very moment.

6. holding hands

"you've been staring at the bouquet for an awfully long time now." mike teases you, glancing back at you every so often as he drove to the restaurant.

"i can't help it! no one has ever given me flowers before..." you trail off, simply basking in the beauty and amazing scent of the bouquet. you never wanted to look away from it, wishing to burn the image of the bouquet into your memories so that you'll never forget about it-

so that you'll never forget about this date.

mike simply hums in response, eyes focused on the road once more as you see him smile from your periphery. you figured he would simply let you bask in the beauty of his gift, but was caught off guard when you felt something warm envelope your fingertips.

you look down to see that mike had intertwined his hand with yours, letting out an awkward cough as he asks, "s-sorry, is this okay?" his actions were enough to finally avert your attention away from the bouquet, with you setting the precious blooms on your laps as you squeezed his hand in response. "this is more than okay, mike."

you watch as mike meets your gaze once more, giving you a boyish smile that told you everything you needed to know about how he was feeling.

his expression was lighter, and his smile was so genuine-

you knew that his emotions mirrored your own in that very moment-

you were both happy.

7. first kiss

your date with mike had to be the best first date you have had in a while. in fact, you don't recall ever having this much fun during a first date.

perhaps it was due to the fact that you could be yourself around him, never having to hide who you truly were to impress him.

during dinner, you spoke about your past and opened up to him about some things, yet oddly enough, mike remained tight lipped about a lot of things.

you asked him about it, but he simply gave you a melancholic smile and told you not to worry about it.

you let it slide for now, but deep down, you knew that you wanted him to trust you.

aside from that, the rest of the date went by smoothly, with mike paying for dinner as you went out to watch the latest horror movie. of course, it was cheesy and was filled with predictable jumpscares, but you liked pretending to be afraid as you hid your face within the curve of mike's neck, feeling him wrapping his arms around you to keep you even closer to him. overall, your night was filled with bliss. it was around midnight when he dropped you back off at your apartment, with you standing outside while holding the bouquet against your chest. you place a strand of hair behind your ear with your back against the door. "thank you so much for tonight, mike. i had a really good time." "yeah, i had a good time, too."

mike became silent then, with his eyebrows furrowed, as if he were deep in thought. you were about to ask him if anything was wrong, but ended up choking back your words when he suddenly leans down and presses his lips against yours.

the kiss was brief, but enough to send your heart into overdrive. you could feel the blood pooling against your cheeks when mike looks away from you, clearly embarrassed as he coughs. "s-sorry-"

not wanting to hear his apologies, you step closer to him and place your lips on his, kissing him again as you made sure to deepen it this time, wishing to feel his lips and the way they were perfectly slotted against yours, never once wanting this night to end.

8. relationship

you were nervous at the thought of meeting abby for the first time.

with you being labeled as mike's girlfriend of four months now, he figured it was time to finally introduce you to his little sister. after sharing a few dates together, mike finally opened up to you about his past and how he was once achingly obsessed with finding the man who kidnapped his brother.

when you asked him if he ever found the man, mike gave you a grave expression that terrified you a little. "he got what he deserved," was the only thing he said to you, and you let the subject drop afterwards. now, you had a bit more context about abby and how she was mike's youngest sister, and also the most important person in his life.

everything mike has done has been to better protect and take care of abby, and you felt your heart melt each time he showed you all of the pictures she had drawn of him and her together. when you saw a picture of abby with five children holding various animal plushies in their arms, you asked if they were her friends, which further prompted mike to take back that specific picture.

"y-yeah, these are her friends. let's just say they're all very far away right now."

he sounded sad when he said that, and you figured it was best to let it go for now and ask him about it at a later date.

now, you were completely worried about what abby might think of you. you truly didn't wish for her to hate you and think that you were taking her brother away.

all you wanted was for her to accept you, too. "are you sure she'll like me?" you asked mike for the millionth time today, feeling antsy as he drove towards his house.

he lets out a chuckle, "no, she won't like you."

you swore you could feel your heart drop into your stomach, filling you with dread when he quickly reassures you, "abby will love you."

the rest of the drive to his home was spent in silence, with mike holding your hand to help with calming your nerves. you trail your eyes downward to see the gift you bought for abby settled on the ground next to your shoes, an adorable teddy bear, in hopes of getting her to like you.

when he arrives at his home, mike parks the car and opens the door for you, steadying your shaky form as he leads you out of the car and towards the house.

your mind was racing, filled with anxiety inducing thoughts as the phrase she hates me, she's going to hate me repeats over and over again like a mantra in your head. "abby, i'm home. and i brought someone over."

you were given little time to further dwell on your thoughts, for standing before you was a girl of slender build with curly brunette locks of hair. her expression was solemn for a moment before she breaks out into a smile, racing toward you as she flings her arms around your back.

completely taken aback by her reaction, you return her embrace while giving mike a bewildered expression.

"i told you she would love you." mike simply smiles in response, feeling happy that abby seemed to adore you just as much as he did.

9. love

after a year of dating, mike asked if you would move in with him and abby, and of course, like the lovesick woman that you were, you accepted it wholeheartedly. you moved out of your apartment and found that you mike and abby had a special place in your heart.

you prayed that you would be a part of their lives forever, and hoped that nothing would change anytime soon.

you were half asleep when mike came back home, entering your shared bedroom as the sounds of shifting fabric rouses you from your slumber. "mmm, mike?"

"hey babe, sorry, did i wake you up?"

"no, you didn't...i was waiting for you."

wiping the sleep away from your eyes, you sit up in bed, ready to greet him when mike gently ushers you back in bed, "ssh, there's no need to get up. i'll join you in just a few minutes, okay?"

"mm'kay." you lay back down with mike tucking you in, hearing mike shuffle around the room for a few more seconds before joining you in bed.

you smile when you felt his arms wrapping around your front, bringing your back closer to his chest as he presses a kiss behind your shoulder blade.

he spends a few seconds with his lips pressed against your skin, pressing lingering kisses against it when he murmurs, "can i admit something to you?"

"hm? what is it...?"

mike sits up against the bed, and you turn your head to face him. he gives you a boyish grin while caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. "you remember the first day we met?"

you felt your own grin painting at your features. "but of course, how could i ever forget?"

mike chuckles while giving you a nod, "yeah, after i gave that bastard a good beating and returned your purse...i think that was the moment i fell for you."

you could feel your eyes widen in response to his admission. "y-you're kidding!"

mike continues to laugh softly, shaking his head while allowing the pad of his thumb to trace against your cheek, "no, i'm not kidding at all. you were by far the most beautiful, and most feisty woman i have ever met."

unable to help himself, he leans down to press a kiss against your lips, and you bask in his affections. delving your fingertips into his hair, you pull him even closer to you, sighing when he pulls away while muttering your name.

"i may not say it often...but i truly do love you."

"oh mike...!" the tears fill your vision when you fully turn around and face him, hiding your face within his chest as you cling to him, feeling as though every single one of your dreams had come true. "i love you, too, so much so, that i don't think you'll ever realize the depths of my love for you."

"i have some clues about your feelings for me." you could hear the laughter in his voice when he traps you in his embrace, making your prior exhaustion all but melt away the moment you spent the whole night kissing while basking in each other's laughter.

10. commitment

"...marry me?"

you had come home from work unexpectedly early, frowning when you thought you heard mike's voice coming from the bedroom.

that's strange, did he not have work tonight?

and who was he asking to marry him?

your throat was clenched up now, and you were afraid to hope- to dare dream that this man was about to make all of your fantasies come true.

with eager steps, you follow his voice towards the bedroom and open the door-

hearing him saying your name with the repeated phrase: "will you marry me?"

your gasp is what captures mike's attention, and he sees you standing in the doorway while letting out a string of curses-

"y-you're home early?!"

but you didn't answer him, instead, you stared at the velvet box settled at the palm of his hand. you swallow thickly, feeling your heart beating within the confines of your throat as you step closer to him.

"i'm sorry, i didn't think you'd be home already."

your eyes were glued to the velvet box.

"i had this planned. i took some time off work to make this perfect, and abby was going to help, too."

you could feel the tears threatening to fall.

"i was going to cook your favorite dinner, and shared some dessert with you, maybe a little bit of wine for some liquid courage- a-and then i was gonna propose and-"

you finally meet his gaze and frame his face with your two hands, leaning in close to plant the biggest and sweetest kiss upon his lips. this man held your entire heart and soul-

and you would be a fool not to accept his proposal and promises of forever.

when the need for air proved to be too much, you pulled away from mike, looking at him with absolute love and adoration in your gaze as you tell him,

"you idiot, of course i'll marry you."

and the rest was history.

epilogue

the girl stares in wonder up at her dad, not believing that her parents were actually so much cooler than she thought they already were.

"so... you really protected mom from that thief and beat him up when he stole her purse?"

"yup." a proud smile decorates mike's face as he looks down at his daughter.

"and you've loved mom this whole time?" mike lets out another laugh while saying his daughter's name out loud "i love your mother dearly, and nothing will ever change that, sweetheart."

before she could ask another question, they both hear footsteps coming closer to the room with a faint scent of something else burning from within the kitchen, earning another smile from mike.

they both turn towards the doorway to see her mother, hair disheveled with a tired but happy expression on her face. and as the girl looks between her mother and father, she could understand why their love remained so strong after so many years. "hey babe, did the casserole turn out okay?" mike asks her all while trying to bite back his laughter. cue her mother letting out an almost melodious laughter, "oh mike, it turned out awful, as usual. how about we order in tonight and get some chinese food, instead?"

"you know what?" the girl begins to giggle profusely when mike picks her up and stands back to his full height, joining his wife as he places a kiss on her forehead while holding his daughter close, "that sounds perfect, and i can't think of a better way to spend the night than with my girls."

a.n. - as i mentioned before, this was a story i needed to get off my chest, because it kept invading my mind and was practically begging to be written. as always, i'll fix any mistakes / errors once this is posted, but i hope you readers enjoy it 🥹 this is my last treat for you readers until i bury myself in schoolwork ❤️

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[where-dreamers-go]

“Sweet One” Spn Gabriel x plus size! Reader

(A/N: Requested by @bubblegumfanfics for love confessions galore! I hope you like it! I had rewatched Pride and Prejudice the other day and uh…had to reel back the confessions a bit. Warnings: Tiny angst and fluff Word Count: 943 words)

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Good music. Good vibes. Good baking!

The relief and bubbling joy to have time in your schedule to bake was almost tangible. You loved it.

Baking was a science. An art! It didn’t matter where someone was or what they looked like — they could experience baking in some form. Hopefully.

You, for one, were putting another dessert into your experience. Hence the cooling pan that held a chocolate cake fresh out of the oven set away from your next task.

It looked good. But so did you.

Readjusting your apron, you smiled at the fabric.

This is so cute, you thought. Totally worth it for the pockets alone.

Who said aprons had to be boring?

You had every right to look and feel cute while baking. Maybe highlight your favorite features and curves. You were a human not a cardboard cutout or edited picture. Personality and shape made a person.

Perhaps not a certain archangel’s preferred shape of human.

But he’s my friend. No downside there.

You could accept that.

A falter in your smile slowed you only a little.

There was cookie dough in the refrigerator that needed to be sorted for baking and plenty of counter space after the dishes you had finished washing. No time for sour thoughts that’d get you nowhere.

Besides, you thought as you opened the fridge, these cookies are for Gabriel. There’ll be more than a dozen this time.

Cold bowl of dough in hand, you turned back to the counter, only to find the very archangel you had been thinking of. Never a coincidence.

Gabriel was busying himself by sniffing the chocolate cake.

A smile pulled on your lips.

“Hi. Did you nose bring you here?” You inquired with a light laugh, shutting the fridge door.

“Partially.” He tapped his fingers across the countertop.

“Uh-huh.” You set the bowl down beside the baking sheets.

Golden eyes looked up and held your gaze.

“And I wanted to see you.”

“Ooo.” You placed your hand over your heart. “That is incredibly sweet.” Picking up a scooper, you added, “And I may have something sweet for you in return — if you don’t eat the dough.”

Hands up in defense, Gabriel promised, “I’ll wait. I did just say why I came, remember, sugar?”

“Yeah.”

Brushing off the term of endearment, you started scooping the cookie dough into small spheres. There was an after thought to make them bigger, but you challenged yourself to stick to the plan. Anything to keep your thoughts in place. You couldn’t exactly say the same on the fluttering in your stomach.

“Chocolate chip cookies.” Gabriel hummed in approval as he made his way to the other side of the counter.

“I know it’s one of your favorites.”

“Anything from you is my favorite.”

Grinning a little bashfully, you replied, “Thank you. That’s really sweet of you to say. I do save the best ones; hide any burnt cookies or crumbled brownies.”

“Now who’s the sweet one?” Gabriel leaned against the counter and lightly poked your shoulder.

“It’s all the baking, I guess.”

The heat creeping up your neck was almost as distracting as the feel of Gabriel’s honey-colored gaze.

Just make sure there’s chocolate chips in each one, you instructed yourself.

Doing your best to focus was usually so simple when baking. A fun activity to zone into. At that moment, you were unsure.

Behind you, the string on your apron had moved. Hardly noticeable. Yet you knew why.

“Are you entertaining yourself or are you trying to signal for a piece of cookie dough?” You peered over to your friend.

“I was thinking.” He dropped the fabric from between his fingers.

“Okay…”

You set aside the scooper and turned to Gabriel.

“I love your baking.”

You grinned briefly.

“And I,” he swallowed, “I’m grateful for your friendship and kindness and you.” Standing upright, he continued, “You make existing worth something.”

Upon opening your mouth to respond, no words came. Your mind was a fuzzy mess with most words blocked by you trying to sort out how you felt about his words and if you were about to overthink it all.

“You still don’t know, do you?” Gabriel asked softly.

Your brows pinched in curious confusion.

“Apparently not,” you noted.

Did you dare allow yourself to hope? To think he just might like you with your caring personality and unique curves as more than a friend?

You dearly hoped you weren’t reading him wrong. Either way, you were certain to hear something from your dear friend.

“What are you trying to say?” You asked, ever cautious of the thumping of your heart.

“Truthfully?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.”

His words resonated in the quiet of your home. Neither of you rushing to fill the air.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you breathed in deeply to center yourself.

This is real. Does he—

“I love you so much it’s almost ridiculous,” Gabriel continued. “I don’t know where to even begin.” He took a chance and grabbed your hand. “This is real and I hope I’m not a complete fool for thinking you might feel the same. Even a little.”

“You,” you covered a joyous laugh, “I’m ridiculous.”

He titled his head.

“I thought you didn’t like me that way.”

Stepping closer, Gabriel poked your nose, stating, “You are ridiculous for thinking that. How could I not fall for you, sugar? I have literally tripped when you’ve smiled. Not that I minded much.”

You shook your head with a fond smile and took hold of his other hand. Sighing, you confessed warmly, “I love you too.”

Honey-colored eyes had never appeared so bright.

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— Baking was hard, for some reason.

You didn’t do it often, so it definitely was a lot more complicated than it should’ve been. You had to make sure you followed the instructions right and added just the right amount of each ingredient.

Your boyfriend, William Afton, was out. You didn’t have a reason to really make anything for him, you just wanted to. So, you decided to make some chocolate chip cookies.

It was going smoothly. You added all the ingredients correctly, you made sure the batter was stirred right and now you were shaping them into hearts! It was so cute, surely your boyfriend would love them.

Then, the actual baking process came. You had set each of the little heart dough cookies into the plate. You didn’t need the instructions for this, it was obvious on what to do next.

So, you put the plate in the microwave, set the timer, let them sit and left the kitchen, content with what you finished.

You couldn’t wait for the cookies to be done! You knew William had a sweet tooth, especially for cookies and brownies. It was funny, you wouldn’t expect a man like him to really like sweets all that much, but he truly enjoyed them.

As you continued to think of how much William would love the sweets, you suddenly smelt something burning. You paused, sniffing, and furrowing your eyebrows, before sniffing again. It wasn’t until the fire alarm went off that you realized the microwave was on fire.

It was on FIRE.

Immediately running to get a fire extinguisher, you panicked, silently hoping William wouldn’t come home to a microwave on fire.

You returned, using the extinguisher to put out the fire, and letting out a long sigh. You set the extinguisher down, looking at the microwave.

Just as you were about to grab the burnt cookies out of the microwave, you heard a click from the front door.

William was home now, and he let out a tired sigh. Before he could even speak, he smelt the burnt cookies, and raised an eyebrow, walking over to the kitchen. “Darling.. I’m home.” He peaked his head in.

You stood there awkwardly, giving him a small smile as you held the burnt cookies with the mittens. “..Surprise..?”

William narrowed his eyes at you, watching as you shifted your hold on the plate. His eyes looked down at the cookies first, before trailing off to the microwave. “..What happened..?”

“Uhm-“ You set the plate down on the counter, waving the mitten around to clear the air. “..Well, I was trying to make you cookies, but… that didn’t go as planned.” You looked away, cheeks flushing a bright pink in embarrassment.

William looked at you for a long moment, before letting out a laugh. He walked over, “I appreciate that you tried to make me cookies,” He looked closer at the cookies, “But you don’t put them in the microwave.. Not unless they’re intended to be cooked in it, my dear.”

You let out a small, “oh”, shrugging your shoulders. “..I wanted them to be ready before you got here, so I thought the microwave would be quicker than the oven.” You explained, glancing at the microwave. It would be a miracle if it continued to work..

“Ah, well.” William hums, “Why don’t we cook some together? And this time we use the oven?” He teased, which made you grumble and blush. “..Okay.”

The rest of the day was spent making cookies and cleaning up the mess you made. You learnt your lesson and would make sure to never use the microwave for cookies ever again..

[grimtruthes]

Simon “Ghost” Riley

These are my head cannons for this bitch. Fight me if you don’t like them, my 4’11 ass will beat you into submission :)

Proof read but I make mistakes and 9 times out of 10 I miss them

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

This dude snores, and loudly or not at all and it doesn’t even sound like he’s breathing, or alive at that matter.

This guy’s sleeping schedule is all over the place as well, like he cannot get a normal 8 hours rest without waking up at least once. It has gotten to the point where he just expects it and sets his alarm to wake up that early and train before going back to bed for a little later.

Simon Riley has a hidden sweet tooth, he will eat anything slightly sweet just for the hell of it. Cookies? Gone. Brownies? Inhaled. That slightly sweet treat you were saving? You bet your ass Simon got ahold of it.

Simon definitely has gotten his clothes at Spencer’s or Hot topic before no doubt. Those gloves? Got them from Hot topic. and he has a secret matching pair of boxers 🤫

Simon absolutely hates coffee with a burning passion. He is only a tea drinker through and through. He tried drinking Price’s coffee once and he was sick for days. He vowed to never try any coffee ever again.

This guy loves dogs. So so much, if he ever were to retire I see him becoming a dog owner of multiple different breeds. All of their names would be after loved ones. Like Johnny, Kyle, Tommy, etc.

Simon swears he hated cats but the moment one comes up to him he’s a huge softie, picking them up and placing the cat into his sweater and keeping it warm and cozy. Without a doubt he would own a cat eventually and probably give it some stupid common name like “Luna” or “Garfield” or something like that.

Simon hates salty food, he isn’t too sure why himself but he just using a huge fan of salty food. Saltines and soup and stuff normally with a little salt is fine, but he won’t go out of his way to go and eat like soy sauce or any fish either. Or any type of salty meats like Ham, salami or specific types of sausages. He hates ham more than the dirt in his shoes.

Simon wears strictly black clothes if given the chance. Black to light gray are his favorite to wear without a doubt. He loves the color black so much all his gifts from other people always have something tied to the color black.

Simon has the music taste of a teenager who just found out who LINKIN PARK is: Breaking Benjamin, Staind, Three Days Grace, Skillet etc. if he could he would strictly listen to 2000’s rock music strictly

Simon is pretty gentle with kids surprisingly, he loves them actually. Always wanted kids himself but he never really got the chance considering he became a soldier right out of his butchers job and never cared much about romance or caring for another person besides his teammates.

He loves giving gag gifts all the time. It’s dumb but to him it’s the most hilarious thing ever, random non matching Socks, random shinny stones or bullet casings he found, gifts tied to inside jokes. He loves it all and gives them to the people he likes. On the other hand if he’s made to give a gift to some he hates, he will get the most generic brand cookies that are years old off the shelves of your common store and give them to that person.

Simon fucking Riley, will eat anything under the sun (given it’s not coffee or too salty) your mom’s cooking? He loves it, your burnt water ramen? He’s had worse. This asshole will steal you’re food then point and laugh at you.

His comfort food is mashed potatoes and gravy. He doesn’t even like gravy?? But yet gravy and potatoes are his favorite. Literally no one knows why.

[caspira-writes-fanfiction]

Saturday Morning Sweets

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The morning was quiet and fuzzy: a lazy Saturday, one of Asmodeus’s favorites. He and Fizz had absolutely nothing planned for the day and Ozzie had every intention of enjoying each second of it. There were no morning alarms, no expectations, no clothes…...and no Fizzarolli. Asmodeus was slowly becoming aware of Fizz’s absence as he became cognizant of the other’s voice calling out for him from down the hall.

“Hey Oz? You’re needed in the kitchen!”

The kitchen. Fizzarolli was in the kitchen. He needed Asmodeus in the kitchen.

Fizzarolli was in the kitchen.

Asmodeus sat up. Ram and Bull yawned but Ozzie was wide awake. Alarm bells rang in his head as he thought about what Fizz was doing. Fizz had no interest in using the kitchen, or so Asmodeus had thought. After the last time he’d tried cooking for them? He’d nearly burnt down the kitchen, and it’d taken nearly an hour in Ozzie’s arms before the poor thing had stopped shaking. What the fuck was he doing in there alone right now? And could Oz smell something burning?

“Ozzie?”

Lust barely had the patience to tie his robe around his waist. He snapped his fingers and appeared in the kitchen.

“Fizz? What’s wrong?”

Fizzarolli was sitting on the counter next to the espresso machine. He was wearing the robe Ozzie had gotten him for their anniversary last week. Long and gold and transparent with hand sewn gold beads decorating Fizz’s body in rows of diamonds. The sleeves trumpeted and were adorned with feathers along the hem. Atop Fizz’s head were a new pair of horns he’d had custom made, also for their anniversary. Black on black lace with gold accenting in the stripes and beadwork. He looked fantastic, he certainly didn’t look like he was in danger.

“I made brownies!”

It was only then that Asmodeus realized that Fizzarolli was holding something in his lap. A square baking pan with foil wrapped over the top. Was that what he smelled burning? He took a deep breath and felt himself settle. There was no danger, Fizz was fine. Fizz had…..cooked for him? That was astonishing and sweet, and took Asmodeus by complete surprise.

“You cooked for me?” Ram and Bull were looking at Fizz with hearts in their eyes. Their favorite little devil stuck his tongue out in reply. Fuck, he was cute.

“You bake brownies, not cook them.”

“You used the stove.”

“Oven.” Fizzarolli corrected. “Asmodeus, how are you allowed to use this kitchen when you don’t know the difference between cooking and baking?”

The Sin chuckled and settled with his hand on his hip. Fizzarolli smiled up at him and extended the tray out his partner.

“Is the dish hot?” Asmodeus asked before he tried taking it from Fizz.

“Metal hands don’t have pain receptors.”

“Which is why I ask. My hands do have pain receptors.”

It was Fizzarolli’s turn to laugh. “You’re fine, Big Daddy. Try one!”

Asmodeus took the pan from Fizzarolli with a playful shake of his head. It was lighter than he expected it to be, but knowing Fizz he’d already eaten half of them. When he peeled back the tinfoil, however, he was met with something much different from what he was expecting. Six letter E’s made out of cardboard lay carefully in the pan.

Confusion was the first and most obvious emotion that crossed the Sin’s face. Bull pouted, having been quite excited for early morning sweets. Asmodeus took one of the cardboard letters out of the pan and held it up to inspect it even closer. The confusion was clear across all three faces.

Fizzarolli’s characteristic clown laugh bounced across the room. “They’re Brown E’s! I made them myself!” He looked so proud. Asmodeus knew that was mostly an act, but he was too fucking cute to ignore. Brown E’s. That was fucking hilarious.

Asmodeus’s face cracked into a large smile and he let out a booming laugh. Fizzarolli joined in, their laughter echoed around the room for the next minute or so. Fizz jumped down from his spot and slinked up to be hanging off of Oz’s shoulder. He looked at Lust with nothing but adoration.

“Thank you, Froggy.” Asmodeus praised after he caught his breath. “You are, as always, fantastic at finding ways to get me out of bed.”

“Hopefully not for too long today. ~It’s our day off~” Fizz winked, he stuck his tongue out as Asmodeus. “But, I did make breakfast.”

"Is that what I smell burning?"

"No!" Fizzarollli hopped from Oz's shoulder. "I made toast earlier."

Ozzie quirked his head at Fizz’s comment. Was this another prank? “Fizzy, you don’t cook.”

Fizz scurried to the island and picked up a pastry box from one of Ozzie’s favorite bakeries as he jumped onto the counter. “Yeah okay so I charged your card, but that counts! Besides, I got your favorite: Sinnamon pull apart dick twists!”

This had to be a prank. Asmodeus had no idea what Fizz was talking about but he was intrigued.

Inside the box were twelve hand twisted miniature loaves of sinnamon swirl bread, each of them uniquely and distinctly phallic. Fizzarolli pulled one out of the box and made a show of licking up the base and wrapping his tongue around the tip. Normally the bread was baked in much larger and non-phallic shaped loaves but Fizz had made a special call to surprise Ozzie today.

“Four of them are even cream filled.” Fizzarolli bit off the tip of his pastry penis and laughed as cream cheese frosting oozed out of the braid, the bread was still warm. Fizz licked his lips and beamed up at Ozzie. “Three.”

Fuck, he’s cute.

Asmodeus bent down and rested his elbows against the island’s counter top so he was eye level with Fizz. He took one of the pastries and popped it into his mouth. He sucked for a moment, moaned, then swallowed the thing in one bite. Oh, that was delicious. The bread really was his favorite, how or why Fizz had managed to get them to do this, Lust didn’t know but he definitely wasn’t complaining. Ozzie couldn’t help the moan that came from him as he tasted the testicle.

“What’s the special occasion?”

Fizz shrugged, he finished his penis in two bites. “We have the day off together. It’s been a while since we’ve had one of those.”

Asmodeus hadn’t thought his jester could get any cuter, but here he was proving him wrong yet again. It had been a while since they’d had a day truly free of responsibility from anything other than the other. Asmodeus hummed and invited Fizz back into his arms. Fizzarolli happily accepted the offer.

“I wanted to do something nice, you know? Start the day off right, really enjoy it.”

Lust pressed his forehead against his love’s. The content hum that rumbled in his chest could’ve been mistaken for a purr. “I couldn’t agree more.”

After breakfast they returned back to bed. They enjoyed their day very much.