#//have a coco open while i go eat dinner

[asterisque]

"Hmmm, how should I call you? Cookie? Marshmallow? Curry? Beans? So many choices! Which one do you prefer?"

Thinking on an empty stomach isn't helping her either-

[ninyard]

Thoughts about Kevin having an actual Ed and not doing all these rants about food for fun and giggles like some ppl think

OKAY. Okay. So this is just some kind of headcanon stuff based on canon that I’ve thought about for a while. Obligatory trigger warning for ED topics specifically related to ortho/fasting/general shitty relationship with food stuff.

So. I don’t think that Kevin is capable of admitting to himself, by himself, that he has an eating disorder. But I think there’s two sides to it - there’s his body image, and there’s his healthy eating. Their overlap is sizable, but blurry, in the sense that it’s not quite clear where one starts and the other ends.

I have this image in my head of two parallel situations; the first a situation where a young Kevin is sat on a couch with his mom by his side. It’s a lazy Sunday, the TV is playing old cartoons, and Kayleigh is sitting next to her young son, both of them curled up in pyjamas and awake too early to be sane. Kayleigh a book open to one side of her and a notebook on her lap, and she’s scribbling something down that a five or six year old Kevin couldn’t care less about. He’s a good kid, a quiet kid, and all he wants some mornings is just a bowl of cereal, his mom by his side, and his favourite tv show. So he gets all three; an old episode of Kayleigh’s favourite childhood animation, the two of them curled up beneath the same long blanket, and a big bowl of coco pops on his knees, or whatever the sugary, chocolatey American equivalent is. The spoon is a teaspoon, snug in between chubby little fingers, and there’s chocolate milk and cocoa puffs all over his little face, but he’s happy. He’s content, he’s comfortable. He’s a kid, being a kid, eating the cereal that his mom buys him without question, just because it’s his favourite.

Then there’s Kevin, not many years later, sitting at a cold kitchen table with Riko across from him and Tetsuji in between - their little bodies are too big for the chairs they’ve been sat in, but they’ve been pushed forward and boosted up until they’re uncomfortably sat over a gray looking plate. They aren’t allowed eat until they can identify the protein in their breakfast, until they can recount what macros are sat on their plates. It’s a cruel and unusual thing to ask of two nine year olds, but they’re used to it by now. Kevin doesn’t like eggs anymore. Every morning it’s the same. A balanced meal, with the same amount of calories as usual, at the same time every single day of the week. Routine is good for growing minds, the master had told them, and nothing should go into a growing body without knowing exactly what it is.

The problem starts in that, when he was younger, his diet wasn’t necessarily focussed on restricting. The master wanted to ensure that Riko and Kevin were hitting their daily needs. If a plate was not empty, then a goal had not been met, and it didn’t matter how much Kevin cried that he was full, or not hungry, he couldn’t get permission to leave that table until his plate was clean. Their meal times were set and strict - any changes were usually punished in the firing of cooks or the beating of unfocused children. They were weighed each morning to ensure they were growing as they should be, gaining weight as expected, gaining muscle as required.

The older they got the more particular things got; Kevin found himself on an almost unmanageably strict diet and weight management routine - nothing unhealthy, in theory, but too healthy, instead. Times that he couldn’t deviate from, the same meals day in day out, nothing added, nothing taken away. It was when he started working harder on his physique that it became second nature - there was no space for him to be a lazy high schooler who didn’t want however many grams of protein with his dinner. That didn’t exist. Want was a non-factor. Food was always a finely crafted need.

When Exy becomes the biggest priority in his life (as if it wasn't before), when gaining muscle and working out becomes more appropriate for his age, he's introduced to intermittent fasting by a Raven dietician that should've had her license revoked. He was 14, 15, 16 and calculating the times he would be able to stop eating at in order to get a decent amount of time without food in his system. He would calculate what he would need throughout the day to eat as little as possible but to get the nutrition that he needs. They built this bulking/restricting programme into his routine, weeks where he'd eat at regular intervals throughout the day, hitting his calories and nutritional needs, and weeks where he felt like he wasn't eating much at all. It was done in a way that research deemed healthy, so who was he to argue?

So it’s normal to him, this obsession, more of a built-in requirement than something he thinks about at all. He's never been around people that don't care about things in the way he's supposed to. He doesn't remember much of his mother or her eating habits, and until he's much, much older, he isn't reminded of any of the foods he was allowed to eat as a much younger child, until a smell or a taste throws him back. (When he tells David he's never had McDonalds before, he believes he is telling the truth, but when he allows himself to try the fast food some time into the future, he remembers that taste from some memory too far away to touch. It's confusing and sickening and it feels wrong, wrong, wrong.)

I think the thing about Kevin's eating disorder is that, until he is around people that can tell him it's not normal, he doesn't see any problem with it, and even then he sees the foxes as unfocused and unserious when he's called out on it. He doesn't believe anyone when they tell him he has an unhealthy obsession with what he does and doesn't put in his body - why would he? Why would he have any reason to believe that they're right?

The way I like to imagine him understanding his issues is between a few different ways. There's David, first off, in those first couple of weeks after he broke his hand. It's beyond David how Kevin can be in their hotel room with a barely recognisable hand asking about dinner, or calculating how he could properly fast around this whole ordeal. How Kevin could barely keep down any food he was in that much pain, but still insisted on having a full meal that he forced down his throat because he had to. He watched how frustrated Kevin became when he would throw up his food, some app on his phone or a scribbled-on napkin calculating what he was missing with every day that went on where he was in too much pain to eat. There's David, who tells him he can't justify cooking him a huge meal that he can't eat, and Kevin who has a panic attack at the idea of missing a week, two weeks, of being on track. I can't play if I don't eat, he sobs, when all David is thinking about is, I'm not even sure you can play at all.

There's Abby, who does his first physical a couple of weeks into his time in PSU, who carelessly tells him his weight, and Kevin who immediately freaks out and the number being much lower than he's expecting. Abby who tells him it's okay, that he's recovering, and he who panics and asks her to buy him as many protein bars as she can find.

There's Bee, who tells him his relationship to food is unhealthy, and Kevin, who doesn't trust her at all. There's the number for an on-campus dietician and a pamphlet about eating disorders pushed across a table that he throws out into the first trash can he can find.

(There's Allison, something I could fill a whole other ask about, who can't stand watching the way that he eats, his obsessions with food, who begs Bee to do something about it because of how triggering it is for her to watch.)

So that's one side of it - his obsessive health, his over conscious eating habits, his learned behaviours that he would never deem to be unhealthy. There's that need for control over everything that goes into his body, that sends him into a spiral when he can't keep on track of things. It's the eating disorder than most people in the sports world wouldn't bat an eyelid at. He's dedicated, of course he is, he's admirably obsessed. That's just what athletes do. That's just how he was taught to care for his body. He doesn't comprehend for a long time just how damaging it is for his whole world to revolve around his next or last meal.

The other part is his body image - this one, maybe, is less tied to canon than the healthy eating, but something that I feel goes hand-in-hand with 1) him being an athlete in the public eye and 2) already having underlying issues with orthorexia and the way that he eats.

Imagine this, Kevin who has always been mindful and obsessed with the way that he looks, how much he weighs, how his body is shaped and built - he's 17, 18, doing some of his first major magazine shoots. One is for a sports magazine, or maybe a pop culture magazine, and he's doing this shoot in a few different outfits. But the last of the bunch is some shirtless shots, all harmless and not-too-revealing, but shirtless nonetheless. And Kevin has been so obsessed with his own body for so long that he knows exactly how he looks when he's unclothed. Maybe he has a mole on his lower stomach. He has a rib on his left side that sticks out a little more than the rest. His six pack isn't perfect, but it's there. He has acne on his back. Something.

Kevin does the shoot, and honestly? He feels great. He feels like he looks his best, he's happy with himself and how well he's been looking after his body, and then the magazine comes out. Then the magazine comes out, and he flicks to the section dedicated to him, and there, in a full fold-out spread, is him, shirtless. It doesn't take him long to notice the differences - he'd asked the photographer to flick through the photos at the shoot, and there's some tiny, minor editorial differences that he can't stop staring at.

There's a little bit of normal body fat that usually just hangs over his pants - it's muscle, he knows it is, and it is minuscule when he sees it on himself, but for some reason they've edited it out. The mole on his stomach is gone. The redness on his chest, on his back, the textured skin on his stomach - smooth, gone, no longer a problem. It's the first time Kevin has ever seen his body photoshopped, as if the things normal about him are a problem, and he looks closer at any shoots he's done before; tiny blemishes on his face, little scars, freckles, things he'd never even considered to be a problem, disappeared through the magic of photo editing. It's jarring, at first, but he realises then just how much it's been done. And it's not necessarily that the editors of these photos sees these things as problems, we know that, it's just how normalised it is for celebrities to be flawless at that point in time, but Kevin doesn't see it like that.

Some other times he compares edited photos and non edited photos of himself - ones where he's been made to look taller, leaner, sometimes bigger, whatever the publication required, and that manifests itself into a different obsession. It manifests into the desire to look perfect, flawless outside of the healthy eating and muscle toning he's already doing. I've always thought that if Kevin's eating disorder was to turn from something along the lines of orthorexia into something else, that that would be the reason. When he loosens up from his strict routine after joining the foxes, maybe then would come the au or the point where it'd manifest into knowingly fasting without it being a healthy-diet thing. Maybe then it'd manifest into harming his body knowingly because he feels like it'll make him look "perfect", instead of harming his mind unknowingly because he needs to be "healthy".

I should stop myself before this gets too much longer but the TL;DR is that I have a lot of thoughts about Kevin & his relationship with food and his body and I could talk about it forever. <3

[necromelli]

your first christmas with finnick was a few months after your games. you had isolated yourself in your new home, refused to talk to anyone or do anything, but somehow, sixteen year old finnick and mags managed to drag you out of your house. finnick pretended something happened to mags and he didn't know what to do, and despite the smirk that threatened to dissolve his lie, you followed anyways.

you were greeted with the smell of homemade cooking, even from the outside of mags house. some sort of fish caught fresh cooking. fresh seaweed bread, and all sorts of desserts splayed out on the counter. you were greeted by mags smiling face, outstretched arms, and a big kiss to your cheek. the first thing she handed you was a soft, knit sweater that was specially made just for you. with a simple glance, you saw finnick's grinning face as he held up his own matching sweater. he was so excited that you couldn't help but feel excited too. mags insisted you stood near the tree with finnick so she could get a picture of her 'two favorite kids' (it's one of your favorite photos, and you keep a tiny version of it with you wherever you go).

then, finnick is far too eager to open the few presents that are under the tree. you don't remember the last time you ever saw the boy so excited — childishly excited — and so you try to burn it into your memory. despite the fact you didn't prepare any gifts for you, mags and finnick still had three little gifts wrapped for you. mags got you a nice notebook and spiced, wintertime tea set. finnick got you new pens to go with your notebook, obviously planned. and really, you're having a ton of fun despite the fact you weren't planning on celebrating the holidays.

then, mags is in the kitchen cooking again, and she tells both you and finnick to get out so she can concentrate in peace (finnick is bursting with energy). so, the two of you go sit down by the beach, and as you're sitting there with your new gifts, wrapped in the soft sweater mags made, you decide that you like this little family. while finnick is knee deep in the water saying 'it isn't that cold', you're drawing on three hagstones you found (it was perfect, really. they were all in the small spot, waiting to be found) and pulling fishing wire through to make an ornament. it's got three little stick figures in varying heights, meant to represent the three of you.

and mags tears up when you show her the present, and when you give finnick's his, he's definitely sniffling. (by the next holiday, you realize finnick is just overly sentimental during holidays). you mumble out something along the lines of 'hagstones are supposed to provide protection and you guys make me feel safe and I wanted you guys to feel safe too'. it's cheesy when they both hug you, but you don't mind. even when finnick laughs at you for crying, despite the fact he was crying too. and then mags scolds you two for fighting, but it doesn't last long because christmas dinner is done and you're all eating.

then, just when you think it's over, you three end up on the couch, wrapped in some big, fluffy, duvet drinking hot coco listening to music. you swear they put sleep syrup in your coco without you noticing because you feel so safe and content, for the first time since the games, that you're falling asleep tucked under mags arm like an eight year old listening to her and finnick talk.

[micaluvssoccer]

Girl next door: Nika Mühi story

Chapter five

Micaellas POV

Nika asks if that is good and I hand her one for her to try. She takes it with her mouth and I watch her with a blush on my face. She winks at me and I blush and I snuggle deeply into her side. She giggles and she says you're beautiful. I blush and say thank you so are you and ice says hey stop hogging our momma. She says I'm not hogging, I'm cuddling with her. Ice moves closer and hugs me and says my momma. Nika smirks and says no she’s mine. Ines takes my trash and kisses my head and she puts it in the trash can and ice flops herself on my side and I giggled and rubbed her back. Nika and Paige both shake their heads at her. Ice sticks her tongue out at them and everyone laughs and I move to grab the remote. Ice starts to pout at us and I put on a Disney movie and I bring ice back into my side and I start rubbing her back. Ice snuggles into my chest and I smile and I lean into Nika and I can feel my heart pounding. They all ask what are we watching and I say coco it’s a Disney movie.

They all say ah okay and I say it’s okay if you all want to watch something else. They all yell no we want to watch it and I laughed and said okay and I gently moved my ass back on Nika to get more comfortable in her hold. She gently rubs my back and I smile at her and I look up at her and I say what have you and my mom been talking about. Nika says about how she’s excited for us to come see her and I smile and say yeah I think she’ll love you all. They all say we can’t wait and I smile and I snuggle into both ice and Nika. we all watch the movie until we start to get hungry. I then get up and takes my kids orders and I order three different pizzas with wings and mozzarella sticks. They all watch me place the order and I turn on get it sexy and I start twerking after I place the order. The kids all start to get embarrassed and nika blushes. I laughed and said, "Momma gots some moves. They all say yes you do and i giggle and ice decides to dance too and we end up having a dance party. Nika films us dancing and after a while of dancing I hear a knock on the door and I walk over and I open it.

I see the pizza delivery person standing there. I smile and say oh hi that was fast and i grab my wallet and I hand her my card and she takes it and she uses her card machine and she hands me the receipt after checking me out and she says you are absolutely beautiful like damn and i blush and say aww thanks not realizing that she’s flirting with me. Nika looks over, getting all jealous and I grab the food and thank her and she says no problem gorgeous and then she shuts the door and I put the food on the table. The girls all run over to the table.

I giggled and grabbed the plastic plates and I filled up their plates and I served them their dinner with a kiss on the forehead. They all say thanks momma and nika says thank you beautiful. I smile and say you're welcome my darling girls and I get them their drinks and then I make my plate. We all sat down on the couch and we all started eating our food and once we finished eating I started to clean up.

They all say we are now stuffed and I say that’s good girls now one more movie? They all say yes yes and I smile and hand the remote to kk and I finish up cleaning. She chooses a movie and the kids all say Mama hurry up. I say I’m coming and I walk over and sit on the couch. The movie then starts and we then decide to turn off the lights. I lean on Nika and I feel her typing away on her phone and I move away and I lean into Ice. Ice looks over at nika and she glares at her. I whisper, fix your face and watch the movie. She says okay and I continue to watch the movie completely ignoring Nika now. Nika looks over all confused and ice looks over and says go back to your phone.

Nika looks down and goes back on her phone and I sigh softly and I put my head on ices chest. Ice rubs my back and all the kids all cuddle up to me. I hold them close to me with a smile and I say kk do you actually like this movie. She says it's alright and i giggle and say okay let’s go get some sleep now silly. Nika and paige both get up and say well we are off. I nodded and gets up to hug Paige and Nika good night. They both hug me and nika kisses my head. I pull away and leads them out and I say good night you two .

[abiiors]

i meant cozy making dinner at home/movie night blurb with ross my bad 😭😭😭 still love matty tho lmao (now that i think about it can we make it dad!ross too 👀)

aaah lol got you!! i love writing dad ross very much 🥹

april is always a little ball of excitement—even at almost three years old, she wants to know everything! from “why can’t i eat the ball from the avocavo, daddy?” to “can i help?” even when she barely reaches his knees and is strictly not allowed near an open flame. 

you, at 10 weeks pregnant, dread stepping foot into the kitchen at the risk of angering the tiny fetus inside you who has not stopped making you throw up every single item of food they do not like. (the list is long)

and ross happily takes care of it all, one hand holding april’s as he stirs the stew with another and answers her endless questions without faltering. 

you can’t exactly see them—what with your reluctance to go near food smells—but you can hear her babbling away, mispronouncing words and using some big ones (albeit incorrectly) that she’s no doubt learned from her uncle matty. you decide to pick a film instead. 

the little mermaid is the obvious choice considering your daughter’s newfound obsession with the ocean and her self-declared wish to become a “sea expert” when she grows up but there’s also coco, which you’ve cried over multiple times both before and after april’s arrival. you even remember the day when she declared that uncle matty should sing poco loco at the next show. today, however, you do not trust pregnancy hormones enough to put that on. 

“picked a film yet?” ross calls from the kitchen and you frown. 

“not yet, can you send april here?”

there’s some shuffling, and then the sound of you baby toddling over to you. the second she sees her picks on the screen, her eyes go round and she lets out an extended oooohh.

“feel like watching any of these?” you laugh at her and then make room as she climbs onto your lap.

at this stage, there’s still space on your lap for her to snuggle in but ross has told her endlessly to be careful around you now. (“we can’t let mummy get hurt okay? you and me, we have to take care of her.” which makes your heart melt every time.) so even when she wiggles around, she’s careful not to do it too much. 

“ooh, ooh,” she claps her hands, “can we watch daddy’s show? please please!”

now you know what she means by this. every once in a while she begs and begs to watch the msg recording, singing along to whatever songs she can with broken lyrics that she doesn’t fully know yet. if ross is home, he lifts her up in his arms and dances with her, singing the songs to her in a soft voice and changing any not safe for children lyrics at the last minute in a way that makes you laugh every time. 

from the kitchen ross cheers. “yeah! that’s my girl.”

and so you relent, quickly finding it and putting it on amidst the sound of your husband and daughter cheering. 

“right!” ross appears dramatically from the kitchen, food in hand and right in time for the claps and cheers on screen to echo around the room. 

he grins. “my biggest fan! learn a thing or two from her,” he teases much to your indignation. but then he sets the plates aside and bends down to kiss her and just like that all of it is melted away leaving you a pile of mush. 

while april puts on her own show, singing and dancing along to the songs on tv, ross makes his way to sit next to you. the food on the plate actually does look really fucking nice, and for the first time in days you feel the urge to eat properly. 

“keep this down for me, will you? i don’t like seeing you so uncomfortable.”

the concern in his voice is heartwarming, and your bottom lip starts to wobble at the thought of how sweet he’s been to you so far. 

“your baby thinks the food looks good,” you joke, “i might even go for seconds.”

the palm of his hand rests flat against your stomach, caressing the bump that’s barely even there at this point but he’s attached to it just as he was the first time with april. 

“good,” he smiles, “just wanna see both my girls happy.”

[prettytoxicrevolver]

omg from the holiday list! scenarios with a plot number 8 with sway and dialogue 21 bc i cannot deal that is so cute 🫣

im hoping I did this justice but like.... honestly this fic is so cute. enjoy!!

The first snowfall of the year was consistently your favorite day every single year. You loved the cold, loved the snow covering every inch of nature like a beautiful pure blanket, you loved snow angels and the memories of sledding and building snowmen with your family and hot cups of coco and a million other memories clouded deep in the individual snowflakes of your childhood. 

So, when your daughter experiences her first day off from school because of the snow you’re practically more excited than she is. You’ve been awake since six, curled up in your favorite chair next to the window rotating between watching the snowfall and becoming engrossed in your favorite book. 

It takes Jeremy another hour or so to get up, you listen as your husband stirs from his sleep and sits up to see the light glinting off the snow creating a halo effect around you. You pick your head up out of your book and turn to see the definition of a prince sitting in bed looking at you. Jeremy has one arm up and resting on top of his head, his body half reclined with tired eyes roaming your figure. The blanket on the bed has slipped so most of his chest is showing and the tired but loving smile on his lips has you melting like the snow will in a couple of days. 

“Good morning,” he murmurs in that deep voice reserved just for you. 

“Morning,” you smile widely, a natural reaction around your husband. 

You place your bookmark inside your book before getting up and climbing back into bed with Jeremy. He pulls you into his side and you rest your head on his chest while his fingers trace lazy patterns on your body. 

“Do you have practice today?” 

“No,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Should we go wake up Livvy?” you ask, lifting your head so your chin rests on his chest. 

“No I think-” 

Your husband doesn’t get to finish his sentence, the words cut off by your daughter bounding into the room. She climbs up onto the bed and immediately throws herself down in the middle of you two. 

“Dad it’s snowing!” she squeals in excitement, tugging at Jeremy’s hand so he can look out the window. 

Your moment is paused from then on, your daughter dragging Jeremy to the window and eventually downstairs to eat breakfast and out the door for sledding. You join them as they start to make a snowman, grabbing all of the clothes your daughter asks for. She grabs them from you and starts to dress the snowman her and Jeremy have built. 

Jeremy steps back, making his way over to you and sliding an arm around your waist. You look up at him and he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Y’all having fun?” you ask and he hums in agreement against you. 

“Momma look!” Olivia calls and you turn to see the snowman dressed in a bruins jacket, a bruins baseball hat, stick arms, a carrot nose and a smile made out of rocks. 

“It looks perfect baby.” 

The three of you head inside for dinner and Jeremy offers to put Olivia to bed afterwards. You’re standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth when your husband sneaks in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your shoulder. 

“Is she asleep?” you ask around a mouthful of toothpaste. 

“Out like a light,” he promises. 

He kisses your cheek before letting go and brushing his own teeth. The two of you talk for a bit before heading to bed, Jeremy holding you close while you drift to sleep. 

When you wake up, there’s a tugging on your arm and a quiet voice in your ear. Your eyes snap open realizing it’s your daughter and she has tears in her eyes as she looks at you. 

“Livvy baby, what's wrong?” you ask, sitting up in bed and dragging her into your lap. 

You pull her close, one hand cupping her head to your chest while the other fumbles for the lamp. Once it’s on, your free hand nudges Jeremy until he’s awake before you’re back to focusing your full attention on your daughter. 

“Dad read me a story about a snowman walking around town at night and stealing Christmas presents,” she chokes out, crying hysterically in your arms and you cast a glance at Jeremy who has nothing but regret on his face. 

“It’s not real baby, snowman can’t move,” you promise and your ever defiant daughter sits up in your lap and shakes her head. 

“Yes they can! I saw ours moving when I looked outside!” 

You sigh quietly before carefully maneuvering out of bed and carrying Olivia to the window and pointing outside. 

“They’re not moving baby,” you tell her but she’s still unsure. 

“What about the other snowmen?” 

So, that’s how you, Jeremy, and Olivia end up in the middle of the streets while it’s still snowing, taking a stroll to show her that snowmen don’t actually move or do anything at night. She gazes at them with fear in her eyes at first, but after seeing two or three, she’s moved on to being in awe of the Christmas lights decorating each house. 

The snow has started up again as you walk, and Jeremy pulls you close against him, a soft smile on his lips. 

“You got some snow,” he starts to say, brushing it off your hair and you smile up at him. 

“You look pretty covered in snow,” he starts to say and even after all these years you blush at his words. “Guess that’s why they’re called snow angels.” 

“Oh,” you drag out, dramatically bumping your head onto his chest. “You’re so cheesy.” 

“You love it,” he smirks. 

“I really do,” you respond and his smile widens. 

“Let’s get my girls home, yeah?”

[siremasterlawrence]

The Human Puppet

Introducing Eric is my biggest get yet in this world because he is so dumb and a total asshole.

He is my roommate I know that he often has to much over my things to just come after me.

Tonight is no different when he breaks in to the apartment as per usual while I cook my dinner.

He bursts in slamming the door with they evil glare his feet shuffle my way in to my kitchen.

I ignore him opening my big stainless steel pot placing the giant spoon in and stir away in bliss.

He angers a bit pacing to me his hand grabs my arm and yanks me to the side to open the top of the pot.

I sigh watching him dig his nose in a bit with a huge inhaling huff he takes in the scent of my dinner.

My mouth cracks a bit flinching at the touch of his reaching for the spoon and he digs in to my meal.

Lifting it upward to his lips shoving it in one big gulp in time to his mouth opening it is a disgusting sight.

Eric’s facial expression loses it his lips widen up as he turns back to the pot and digs in again.

He eats more and more stuffing his mouth with food never stopping to catch a breath got a second.

I cannot believe my eyes to see my effort go to work cooking food to induce a mindless state of submission.

“How did you enjoy it sucker?”

“Who are you calling sucker?”

“Obviously you”

“You little…”

“What? Chefs kiss”

“Aahhhh”

“Dumbfuck you should have been nice to me”

“I planned this all out for you.”

“My puppet soup”

“You consumed everything “

“You have fallen in to my trap”

“You are my slave “

“Follow me to your bedroom jerk”

“Yes Master”

“Kneel on the floor”

“Undo my zipper”

“Open your mouth”

“I want you to suck my coco”

“You love my cock”

“You need my cock “

“You crave my cock”

“You are obsessed with my cock “

“You are in love with my cock”

“Mmmmmm….Yes you are my god and I love your cock.”

The end

The Spray Redux

“What do you want punk? Stop staring”

“Nothing…nothing at all.”

“Say something I dare you”

“I Dare You”

“Back up “

“Why the hell should I freak?”

“Get back here”

“I will break you in half”

“Here take a face of full of this”

“Bastard”

“What the fuck did you throw in my face?”

“It’s just a spray “

“It’s in my eye”

“Hahahahaha”

“Asshole”

“Relax you will be fine”

“What the fuck?”

“It’s a mind altering substance “

“Why would you?”

“Do that? Stop talking”

“I am in control now”

“Let’s take a shower”

“Join me”

“Kneel and suck me off”

“Mmmmmmmm”

“Oh come on!”

“You love it “

“Taste it and smell it”

“Every Inch and crevice”

“You crave it”

“Want more and more “

“Eat it, lick it”

“Ooooohhhhh! Yyyyeeeesss”

“Good job!”

“Stop licking it”

“Hot”

“Kiss me”

“Now bend over”

“Good boi”

“You like it?”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“Explode with cum”

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh”

“Fuck”

“Who am I?”

“My slave”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“You live for me”

“Yes Master”

“I love you “

The end

[safic4-m]

💛Just don’t look

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Fem Lector

Author’s Note:

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

-When do you plan on telling Cordelia?,- Mallory asks taking the seat across the table from you.

-She doesn’t need to know,- she says taking a sip of your coffee and grimacing at the bitter taste, -How the hell can people drink this every day?

-T/n seriously, Cordelia needs to know.

-I need to know what?- asks the blonde entering the kitchen.

-That I couldn’t get fresh meat for lunch today,- you reply, taking another sip of coffee, before spitting it back out.

-Oh, that’s it, it’s ok, don’t worry,- she says giving you a soft smile.

-Yes, I don’t understand why Mallory worries so much about it,- throwing your coffee down the drain.

-Well… I’m interested in not hiding things.

-It’s not hidden, it’s just that it’s not something that has any relevance.

-Hypothetically speaking one day the meat we eat is no good and the whole coven gets food poisoning, don’t think it’s necessary to say this kind of thing.

-In the hypothetical case that it would happen, from the beginning I would make sure that the meat would not be prepared and if so there would be nothing wrong, because with magic it can be fixed.

-But it is still a possibility and a risk for the coven.

-Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do,- you say leaving behind a confused Cordelia, while Mallory follows you.

-I’m not a risk to the coven,- you let go angrily without looking at the witch.

-I’m sorry, I just think Cordelia should know, she is the supreme….

-Mallory!!! -Coco interrupts her, coming down the stairs quickly -I’ve been looking for you all over the academy.

-I was with Y/n in the kitchen…- before she can continue you interrupt her apologizing that you have things to do.

*****

You had gone to a lot of effort to prepare dinner for the girls, but you weren’t surprised when Cordelia didn’t show up for dinner, for the last few weeks you had to take food to her office.

You balance the tray with food while trying to open the door to her office, it was difficult for you to do this kind of thing, especially since you were not a witch like the others in the academy.

You are not a descendant of Salem, you are part of the sixteenth generation of one of the greatest Mixtec witches and that meant that you were not like the others in this place.

-Cordelia, you need to relax a little bit,- leaving the tray on her desk.

-I can’t… I have to find her,- she says covering her face with her hands.

-Find who?- you ask, coming closer to see what she is doing.

On her desk you find a pile of papers, newspaper clippings and photos; your breath catches as you realize what it is.

-I’m sure she’s a witch,- she says, showing me a blurry picture of an animal.

-How are you so sure?- you ask, moving to face me, -I just know, there’s something about it.

-I just know, there’s something inside me that tells me… I have to find her.

-What if she doesn’t want to be found,- you say, taking one of the newspaper clippings.

-That doesn’t matter, someone with that power can’t be out there alone,- taking a bite of food, -It’s not safe.

You can’t help but laugh at his comment, the blonde simply ignores him and continues eating.

-Well… someone with that kind of power I’m sure she doesn’t need to have her back watched.

Strange Creature Sighting on the Streets of New Orleans

Says the headline of a newspaper article, with a picture of an animal of gigantic dimensions.

-Esto es solo un montón de estupideces(This is just a bunch of bullshit)- you say angrily, crumpling up the piece of paper.

You simply receive a confused look from Cordelia at the use of your mother tongue.

You remain silent as you analyze your options, A) Say nothing and watch Cordelia lose her mind over this, B) Tell her the truth and hope she doesn’t hate you for keeping something like this from me and C) Leave the academy and run away from your problems like you always have.

-Nahual,- he says lightly, watching her finish her food.

-Excuse me?

-In Mesoamerican beliefs, a nahual is a kind of sorcerer who has the ability to take animal form- playing with a loose thread from your clothes.

-How is that possible?- analyzing the photo of the creature.

-Have you ever wondered why I can’t do things like the other girls at the academy?,- you ask, changing the subject.

-I don’t understand what you’re talking about,- looking at you curiously.

-I can’t transmute myself, I can’t move things with my mind, I can’t do mind control over people and I can’t do the vitalum vitalis.

-Neither can Coco, and that has nothing to do with the fact that you are like the other girls,- she says affectionately.

-Ahggg…you are not understanding my point is that I am not like you- taking a moment to organize your thoughts- I am not a descendant of a Salem witch.

She opens her mouth to speak but you interrupt her wanting to blurt everything out first.

-Come, I have to show you something,- taking her to go out to the garden.

-Y/n, I have a lot of work to do,- she says complaining about your outburst.

-This will solve your problem- arriving to the garden -ok I need you to stay here- moving far enough away for what you want to do.

-Wait…I need you to turn around- remembering that you have to take off your clothes.

-I don’t understand what…

-Just don’t look…please,- interrupting her and starting to take off your clothes.

After a while Cordelia hears a strange noise and decides to turn around, finding a giant wolf, terror is written on the supreme’s face.

-Y/n…?“ she asks barely above a whisper.

You simply sit down on your hind legs and lower your head.

-Are you…?

Getting a simple nod from you in response.

-But how? - realizing that you can’t answer he speaks again - can you go back to your …mmhh I don’t know, being human?

You answer her question by returning to your human form, only that you are completely naked and you see her blushing at your nudity.

-Tada,- is the first thing you say when you are already dressed.

-You change your form,- she says keeping her distance.

-I am a nahual,- avoiding her gaze.

-Why didn’t you tell me?,- she asks crossing her arms over her chest.

-People don’t like my kind.

-What do you mean?

-I don’t know.., this,- pointing to the space between you.

-It just surprised me- approaching you -but how come you can do that? were you born like that?

-NOO…to be a nahual you have to sacrifice an animal and well, not that many people like it,- seeing how he stops in his place.

-Blood magic,- he says taking a firmer stance.

-Exactly, the ritual that is performed is a dangerous thing, so people don’t like my kind.

-You know what I think of blood magic,- speaking firmly, -and yet you kept it from me all this time.

-And what difference would that make, somehow you’d end up hating me and why not better later?

Cordelia felt betrayed, she had trusted you and apparently you had been lying to her all this time, the blonde transmutes to her room leaving you there alone.

-I told you,- says a voice in the darkness seeing what just happened.

-Shut up,- you say giving her a last look at the academy, -I thought things would be different this time.

-Ohh… girl, understand that they will turn their backs on what they don’t know and that means us.

You really thought things would be different, you thought you had found your home, but it wasn’t like that.

[udon-udon]

haven’t had the time to sit down and kinda recap the mamamoo concert trip so here we go, i’ll try to keep it short!

Landed in SF and had a friend take me around San Jose for a lil bit! Went to Trader Joe’s for the first time ever LOL and then got to the place I was staying at. Unpacked and got ready for the next day which was concert #1 day. Went to a really cute cafe that had some local artist stuff for sale, I bought some stickers hehe. We then headed to a mall to kill some time before heading to In N Out with our other friends. Had my first In N Out experience and laksjdflskjd im in love. We headed to the concert at about 5pm ish and the merch line was long af alksjdflaksjdf but managed to snag a sweatshirt, and 2 tshirts, i really splurged. The concert was amazing, I’m still shellshocked, cause I’m so used to seeing them via a video or something buT THEY WERE THERE IN PERSON!!! Anyway I’m still shook. I also lost my hat that I’ve only ever worn once so I’m sad about that... Got home at around 12am ish and we ate in n out yet again cause it was the only thing opened around LOL. In N Out twice in a day? Would do again honestly. That night my travel friend and I only had like 2 hours of sleep though cause we had to get up at 5am for our Lyft to the airport alskdjsalskdf We made it on time though! 

Our flight to LA was 7am to 9am, and once we landed, we got picked up by another friend who showed us around Little Tokyo and Koreatown! I loved Little Tokyo so much aaah. Bought Mamamoo’s Purple album (blue vers.) and Mamamoo+’s Act 1 Scene 1 at a kpop store. Got dropped off at our airbnb at around 3pm and met up with the airbnb gang in which i didn’t know half of, but they were chill people! Always nice to meet more fellow moomoos. We went to a well known gopchang restaurant for dinner that night, and apparently a ton of kpop artists went there too cause they had their autographs etc. Good stuff. First time trying gopchang and it’s definitely an acquired taste. I’ve heard it doesn’t all taste the same so maybe I should try some more if i ever go to korea again. That night we slept very well haha

The next day was concert #2 day! Travel friend and I managed to sleep in while the others went to do their own things. 3/8 of us regrouped at the airbnb and walked to the restaurant that we wanted to eat at (which was kinda full so we ended up going to another nearby restaurant). We ate coco curry and then headed to the concert venue! lasklaskd A friend of ours made a poster that for some reason wasn’t allowed in so she snuck it through and I had to be the one receiving it LKJASLDKJF mission impossible shit right there. The concert was just as amazing and aaaahhhhhhh I have no words to describe IT STILL FEELS SURREAL. We tried waiting after the concert for Mamamoo’s cars to come out and THEY DID. but they didn’t roll down their windows like they usually do and they went the other way we were standing LMAOOO twas a good effort i guess. At least their car passed by us HAHA. I got a video of it. We then got home at like 12-1am and then ordered tacos and drank til 5am cause they bought way too much alcohol;;; 

Next day was our last day here, in which I split with the airbnb gang to hang with some other friends. I heard that the airbnb gang’s adventure was very stressful and i wish i was there to witness the chaos but thankful i didn’t have to experience it LOL. hung around another area of Little Tokyo I didn’t go last time, and then went to Nucleus, a local artist gallery BUT IT WAS CLOSED AND I WAS SAD. It looked super cool too which makes it even sadder :( Oh well. Then got dropped off at the airport at about 3pm (which was really early), but my airbnb gang were there shortly after cause some of them had their flight at 5:30pm. My flight buddies just sat there and chatted til 8pm, our flight aaaand on the flight we went. Got home at about 11:30pm ish and the end : ) 

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Chapter 27: So Many Failures

Failure 1

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Dick pov

I placed my take-out container on the coffee table, then take Zell's and do the same. Once that was done, I grab her shoulders and make her look me in the eyes. She blushes when looking me right in the eyes.

"Zella, the truth is-" I get interrupted by "Sexy Back" suddenly playing on Zell's stereo.

We both look and see Cippia standing by it with a happy doggy grin. We both stare at him until he gives a whine, pushes a button with his nose and turns it off after 30 seconds of the song. He then slinks into her bedroom with his tail between his legs.

"That was.....", Zell started to say with a blush still on her face.

"Awkward. That was awkward.", I said with a blush appearing on my own face.

"Yeah."

We didn't look at each other and just went back to dinner. After eating I go back to my apartment and flop face first into my pillow and yell into to it.

"That was pathetic Grayson.", Damian says from my bedroom window in his Robin costume with the curtains closed behind him. Looks like he got patrol done early.

I look up and bat-glared at him.

"Oh, what would have you done then?", I growled.

"Simple. I would have just kissed her.", he says as he shrugs.

"Why didn't I think of that?", I asked sarcastically.

"Because you're not me." he says with a smirk.

"Goodnight Dami.", I responded as I push myself off and get ready for bed.

~Time-skip~

Failure 2

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With it being fall right now, I went to the cafe since I had the day off for Wednesday to get Zell some Hot Coco with whipped cream and marshmallows: her favorite way to have this drink. l open the door with my body since my hands were full with two cups and see her at the counter. We were the only ones here. With a smile I head over but didn't get very far. Cippia found a squirrel and started to chase it.

It came in through the open balcony door in Zell's room and Cippia saw it. With a growl he had lunched himself at it and started to bark at it. He chased it out of the apartment, through the open door, down the steps, into the empty shop, and runs into my legs.

 "Whoa!", I cry out as Cippia and I fall to the ground while the squirrel made it outside unharmed but scared out of its fur.

"You guys OK?", Zell asks as she helps me up.

"I'm fine but some much for the Hot Coco I brought. Sorry it ruined the carpet.", I said looking down at the spilled cups.

"I don't think you'll be sorry for very long."

"Huh?", I asked while looking at her.

"Look."

To my surprise, the mess was mostly gone and then I saw why. Cippia was licking it up and it looked  like there was never any stain.

"How?", I just ask in shock as he finishes the job.

"Simple, he's Cippia.", Zell giggles while Cippia gives a happy bark and wags his tail.

~Time-skip~

Failure 3

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"OK this time for sure.", I think to myself as I carefully follow the instructions to make some easy tortellini meal that I got from a recipe from Gus.

I thought to myself, "If I could cook a good meal when others keep saying I can't cook, it has to impress Zell!"

It looked decent so when Zell knocked on the door, I wiped my hands clean, and went to open it. I let her in and lead her to the dining room table. I pulled the chair out for her then went to get the food. I placed a plate in front of her and then sat down with my meal.

"It looks good.", she says as she raises her fork.

"Thanks.", I said with a smile.

"You're welcome. I was kinda nervous because Damian mentioned you're not exactly the best cook.", she says as spears some tortellini with her fork.

"Well I am full of surprises." I said with a grin.

We start to eat when halfway through the meal, Zell stands up suddenly and rushes to the guest bathroom. She slams the door shut behind her before I could even move from the table. I walk over and can hear her throwing up through the door.

"So much for wooing her that way.", I think sadly as I call Gus on my cellphone. Turns out that bacon I kept making for Cippia when I didn't know it was him saving me, was burnt but Cippia could eat it no problem. Must be that shadow body of his.

~Time-skip~

"OK the fifth time has to be the charm.", I think to myself.

I felt so bad about the fourth time. I was stupid and tried to show off when the three of us were busting a drug ring by the docks and may have gotten Zell thrown into the water by the bad guys. Anyway, I was looking around a flower store when I picked out a bouquet of roses. I payed for them and walked to 'Silent Shadow'. While walking I noticed that a old lady was crossing the street but sadly a car driver didn't see her. I quickly ran and helped her out of the way but I dropped the flowers and they got run over instead.

~Time-skip~

"Grayson all these plans of yours are clearly not working, so I have decided to offer my help.", Damian says right after I open my door to see him standing there with a duffel bag on Friday morning and let him in.

"I can do this on my own Little D.", I replied as he goes to sit on the couch next to Cippia who wanted to hang out with me for the day since Zell was busy with Gus doing inventory and stocking the store.

"Clearly not if the flowers you get her are run over by a car, you spill the drink you buy her, you get her thrown into a river, you poison her with your cooking, and you fail to kiss her because a explicit song suddenly plays on her stereo.", he says while holding a finger for each failure.

I stand with folded arms looking at him before speaking. "OK first of all, I saved an old lady while sacrificing the roses. Second, Cippia ran into me while chasing a squirrel."

Cippia whines at me when I said that and places his head between his paws.

"Thirdly, I didn't mean for the whole river thing to happen. Fourthly, I wasn't trying to poison her. And fifthly, Cippia was only trying to help but the wrong song came on."

Cippia hides his head underneath a couch pillow at that one.

"Either way, you obviously need my help since you can't court this lady unlike your other flings."

"Zell is not going to be a fling!", I said as I sat on the couch next to him with a pout on my lips. "Not if I can help it."

"Then lucky for you I have an idea that will work."

"I have no say in the matter do I?"

"None.", he says with a smirk.

[tracking-these-wolves]

Blog #8 10.27.24

I didn't forget! I was backpacking all weekend like a cool person.

There is SO much to talk about!! First off, Adam and I had a BLAST! We went to the AMR and hiked the Eastern Lake Loop. It was so much fun and so much to discuss!!

it started at 6:30 AM on Saturday... I realized that, in order to hike the trail from the trailhead, we had to have parking reservations in advance.. Which we didn't have. After seeing sun rain and the clearest double rainbow i have ever seen, I picked up Adam and we went to breakfast to decide what to do. We both got the best eggs benedict i have genuinely ever had (will be going back) and decided to just. wing it and try lol. We got in the car and started driving, and google maps actually took us to the ferry to get across the lake. We didn't plan on this, and asked the ferryman when the next ferry left --- it left five minutes after we got there! We were SO stoked. We got out of the car and talked about zebra mussels before getting on the ferry. The ferry was SO cool --- it was kinda old and rickety, but so awesome!! we had a blast on it!!

After the ferry, we drove through the most beautiful terrain I think I've ever seen, and then we got to the parking lot of the trailhead. Like I predicted, we were turned away... But we found (slightly illegal) parking just down the road! We got out, got our stuff put together, and walked to the creek. We were pretty far from the trailhead, and the creek eventually met up with the same trail that we were trying to get to, so we decided to just follow it. The first time we tried to follow was a bust --- it turned into a verticle cliff lol. The second time worked, though we did have to go through some sketchy property... "dementica". The river is SO beautiful!

we found this really cool, old, wooden pipe --- we followed it for a while before dipping to the river to walk on the rocks. it was so genuinely beautiful, i can't even begin to explain. everything was perfect. We chilled out for a bit next to the river, and then continued on our merry way, eventually making it to the first bridge!! woohoo!!

we continued along the (actual) trail, stopping frequently to look at the incredible views and the trees. I explained to him how to identify certain tree species, and by the time we left, he had it down! we also stopped to loon call haha. we talked about pretty much everything under the sun as we walked, and stopped at Beaver Meadow Falls to admire. It was so genuinely beautiful, I could have died. We decided to eat our tuna then, and broke into the cans (literally broke into... i forgot a can opener oopsie). the tuna was really good, though a little gritty from the rock we used to open the cans. After our tuna break, we continued onto the final stretch --- and finally, to the lake! the lake was the most beautiful thing i have ever seen in my entire life. Massive mountains came down to meet the lake, and there was a unique overhang that gave it a memorable appearance. It was WINDY! windy as fuck! we struggled to put up the tarp, but once it was up, it was great. We set down the wool blanket I brought, and then tried for 20 minutes to zip our sleeping bags together. we did it! but at what cost? keep reading to find out lmao

Then, we made dinner! We drank hot coco (delicous) and made sludge -- I made the mistake of adding a gravypacket, and that made it WAY too salty. Adam said he still liked it though, which is good! The hot coco was REALLY good too. The soup was just okay.... I am so mad at myself for adding the stupid gravy packet! i should've added water, that would've helped. oh well. I also burned myself pretty bad making the soup... and melted the plastic (seriously --- who put that there?) on my boiler.

Once we set up a bear bag (which wasn't really bear proof at all haha) we brushed our teeth and then star gazed a little. We talked about profound things, with me dropping a nuke about the seasons being cased because we live in a snowglobe and Adam dropping a bomb about us dying and returning to the lake. I find comfort in the fact we'll both think of the lake as we die... even if we don't, I find comfort in the fact that we both were impacted by it. I don't want to die, I don't want to leave this life, I don't want to leave Adam. I find comfort in the way we share our lives.

Speaking of, we went to bed and kissed lmao. I asked him what we were, and he asked me what I wanted, but I deflected it by asking him what he wanted. He explained that he really likes just being my friend, but that he likes me, but that he isn't ready for a relationship. I do not blame him! He mentioned that he wanted to focus on platonic relationships, which I also get. It's still only the second month of college, and I don't think that he's been away from home a lot, so I am not upset. To be honest, I am not upset that we're not dating. I like the idea of taking it pretty slow, and even if it doesn't go anywhere, I am so SO grateful the universe has given me the chance to kiss him and hold him again. God knows I missed his touch. I really like kissing him.

My feelings on it are pretty simple. Adam is an incredible person, so whether he decides that he wants a relationship or he just wants to be friends, I'll adapt and be happy. It may seem push-over of me, but I'm being so serious when I say that I'm just happy to be a part of his world. He called me and Ollie two of the best people he knows, and it melted my heart. to be compared to ollie is CRAZY to me! That's what I really love about Adam... We can both be a bit mean (playfully) to each other, but he always makes me feel appreciated and loved. I really appreciate Adam. Anyways. So, yeah, we kissed and it was the best ever and I am so so happy. I don't think I'm going to tell any of my friends... I want to see where this goes before I tell them lol

The night was really rough. Adam slept a little (he snores a little and it's ADORABLE), and we cuddled the entire night... I was not as easily put to sleep. It was REALLY widny and I get a little scared of wind... There was also something circling our tent for a bit, so I was clutching my bear spray for dear life. Then, the second half of the night got WICKED cold... Our sleeping bags (poorly zipped together because of a differing zipper pattern or whatever the fuck) weren't really cutting it, so my feet were FREEZING. It's okay tho <3. I love sleeping with Adam... He's really comfortable lol.

We woke up the next morning around 8:30, though we didn't get up till nine. He's so cute in the morning... His hair gets all messy (of course, whose doesn't haha). We finally got up and broke down camp (all while freezing). It was so goddamn cold!! i swear the windchill made it 10 degrees. Breaking up camp was actually pretty fun, we got all our stuff put away and then said goodbye to the lake and the mountains and the moss. Adam knows a lot about moss -- it's really cool! i never thought about it much until him and I started hanging out. As I'm writing this, I'm thinking of that hot coco we had. That was really fucking good hot coco. Anyways. We got our stuff packed up, said thank you to the trees (esp the cedar) and left. We started on our way back, making a quick detour to see rainbow falls --- SO worth it! genuinely the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. It was so amazing, the way the water cascaded down the cliffs, the rocks themselves, the ice that had formed... it was all perfect! I'll have to post a few photos when I upload them to my computer.

After that, we continued on the east river trail. It was a beautiful hemlock forest, classic even. Open space, large rocks, good moss. We walked for a while (with me telling him about Coyote and the Boulder), until we reached a little overlook. We took a break here, and a little nap. I love sleeping on this dude. He's the literal best. We woke up and got out a snack, then kept walking. We hit the road in no time --- it's INCREDIBLE how far you can go when you're not bushwacking! We walked through a beautiful neighborhood (take a shot every time I say the word beautiful) with an even prettier country club, and then made it to the car. At the car, we ate our celebratory sardines and took another nap (for like... 2 hours). Again, he's so comfortable to sleep on. I really appreciate him.

We started driving home. We decided to not take the ferry, as it was pretty late and we weren't sure if it was running. We drove instead to the coast of the lake, and then across a bridge --- it was so beautiful (shot!). The mountains, and the trees, and the waters were so incredibly gorgeous... I couldn't believe my eyes. As we drove, I fell asleep on Adam's shoulder (teehee). We listened to music and his dad called, and my mom called, and etc etc lol. Dropped him off, we said goodnight, and that was our trip! we are def doing it again, it was SO fun!!!!

I had asked Lucy to do my stall on Sunday, but she forgot, so I ahd to go do it. It's okay though. That was my faulltttt...

[thechosenstories]

Barcelona Bluez….

Part 6

Waited on Chosen Afterthought to get back in the limo to take us to the airport. She gets in and our driver heads off to the jet. As we pull off my phone rings * Incoming call from Pedro, “Mi Amor, I sent the jet when you land I’ll have a car to pick you up I left a gift for you both onboard”, he said in his Thick accent. A small grin grew across my face, “Okay my love, I’ll see you soon.” While he was talking Chosen mumbled under her breath “She always has that damn dog with her ass ugly mutt.* I quickly replied “Bitch I heard you”, forgetting Pedro was still on the phone, “Babe sorry, I’ll be there soon Te Amo,” *clicks to end the call. Coco began growling at Chosen louder, coco was ready to attack her. As soon as I hung up the call, I had to calm Coco down. “We’ve arrived Ms. Vida!” I looked up replying “Thank you Winston.” Winston pulls close to the jet and stops, the car door opens, they unload our luggage and we board to Barcelona.

After 5 hrs we land. As we board the flight attendant advises “Mr Martine has left gifts on the back of the jet.” Pedro had left us outfits to meet him and the bank investors for dinner. As the jet lands we get off in our new outfits, mine felt a bit tight I had one to many pastries on board. “ I told your greedy ass stop eating, I’m the one going through shit eating like you damn pregnant and stressed.”

Walks off fast thinking in my head * I don’t got time for this shit today. Driver smiles, “Welcome back Ms. Vida.”

To be continued

[mooncakesofpan]

I read on your masterlist you write poly, would you write reader (or oc which ever your comfortable with) dating Olive and Enoch. Maybe Jacob was unintentionally flirting with her and reader not really having experience with that other than her loves (being with them for like 50 years or something so she only really knows their way of flirting), doesn’t realise and they get jealous and pouty - all really fluffy though!

Enoch x Fem!Reader x Olive 

A/n: I really hope you like this sorry it took so long. I went and chose a peculiarity so I went with giant wings similar to angel wings.  

Warnings: Fluff, Established Polycule , she/her pronouns, jealousy  

Word count:834

MPHFPC Masterlist | Main Masterlist 

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

The three of you were outside Jacob has been given a small tour of the house with the three of you outside Enoch and olive were on a picnic blanket while you were spread out a bit of your stomach on the other blanket you bought knowing you wrings wouldn't fit on the one Enoch and olive laydown. The white feathers having a nice feeling of wind passing under them Enoch rubs the base of your wings knowing the area would be sore 

“Woah shes beautiful he wings are like gorgeous”

 you look up to see Emma rolling her eyes and dragging Jacob away 

“the Bird want the three of you to get ready for supper.” Emma yells looking at Jacob “Olive and Enoch are very protective of y/n''

 Jacob looks back to see Enoch glaring at him while still softly rubbing your wings 

“come on dear we don't want the bird mad at us for being late” Olive says rubbing the side of your wing.

You close your wings and lift you body when you stand up your met with the red heads soft lips.

You hear Enoch get up and grab the blankets behind you.

“As much as I would love to stay out here with you two the bird wants us for supper.” he says kissing your and olive’s forehead.

They both guide you inside by your hand you clean up for supper sitting on the stool in your spot jakes goes to sit next to you but jumps up with a yelp. Millard had been sitting there nude. Enoch's eyes had been on Jacob’s back since he walked in the room and glared harder as Jake tried to sit next to you after Millard was yelled at for trying to eat in the nude.

 “Enoch are you okay?” you grab his hand your eyes noticed his furrowed brow and intense glare at the newest boy in the house.

“I think Enoch is jealous.” Horace says from across the table 

“Why would Enoch be jealous.” you say looking around the table olive goes to open her mouth cut off by the bird “No one in this house should be jealous of any one I suggest the three of you discuss this as a private matter not at the dinner table.” Miss Peregrine says.

The three of you nodded looking down at your plates being given the okay to eat you sit in silence confused why would Enoch be jealous the thought runs threw the your mind all the way threw dinner. Everyone slowly going around the table introducing yourselves to Jacob.

“And your name.” Jake says from his spot next to me. “oh y/n l/n nice to meet you” you say with a friendly smile. You all finish up dinner and your on dish duty you pick up dishes along piling them “oh y/n let me help you” 

“Oh no I got it Jacob” you say balancing “Here dove let me help, I have to make the hot coco anyway,” Olive says quickly, grabbing some of the dishes from your hands and bringing you into the kitchen away from the blue-eyed teen in the dining room. Olive wasn't lying, she really did need to make the hot coco, and she typically would help bring in the dishes after supper but she felt urgent to get you away from the raven in the dining hall.

You walk in the room that held a screen and a chair in the back for horace olive and each reserved a spot between them with enough room for your wings to feel comfortable on the couch.

“Oh y/n you should sit here” Jacob suggested your red headed lover wasn't a fan of this “actually love would you like me or Enoch to rub your wings” olive says knowing you weren't going to turn down the offer to relieve the tension in your joints, laying between Enoch and Olive. 

The night started coming to a close with you Enoch and Olive in your bedroom having the biggest bed for your wings.

“Olive, Enoch, what's with you two today? I love the attention but you two have been awfully attentive today.” 

Both Enoch and olive look at each other then back at you “dove jakes been flirting with you all day” Olive says grabbing your hands “He's been flirting with me.“ you say confused.

“Love he's been trying to sit and talk with you all day” Enoch says

It dawns on you that Jacob had been flirting with you but being with Enoch and Olive you weren't really interested in anyone but the two for so long. 

“Oh I didn't realize, I've been with you two for so long it didn't even occur to me” you say smiling at them softly.

“It okay love it's not your fault let's just lay down.” Enoch says dragging you to your bed. 

“I love you both”  they gave love you too’s as a response holding you as you started falling asleep.

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

All I Want For Christmas is You

Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy sadness(sorta angst) fluff, cursing, very fluffy ending

Summary: your boyfriends were sent on a last minute mission and might not be home in time for Christmas, just like last year

You were once again, watching ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ alone. Your boys had promised you they’d be home with you this time, but when Fury called for a mission that was an emergency……well….

“Doll, I’m real sorry, Fury says we have to go,” Bucky hugged you tightly. “I can try to convince him maybe? Make them send someone else?” Steve thought aloud. You just sighed, “go, I know you need to, I knew what I was getting into, just go,” they kissed you and thanked you for understanding, promising themselves they’d work their hardest to make it home in time for Christmas.

After the movie, you decided to go out and see the Brooklyn Christmas lights. It was the 23rd of December, so the guys could still make it, but it was unlikely. You walked through Marine Park, they had hot coco and Christmas music playing while you looked at the thousands of twinkling blubs. When Mariah Carey came on with her ‘All I want for Christmas is You’ you teared up, you really missed your boyfriends. You thought they’d be there this year, they couldn’t be there last year because of Hydra deciding to make a move, they just wanted to ruin your Christmases. You hurried back to your car and started crying in the car. You calmed yourself down enough to drive back home to your shared apartment that was beautifully decorated, and fell asleep, crying and cold without your two personal body heaters.

It was Christmas Eve, and they still weren’t back, but you didn’t want to give up the slimmer of hope you had, you made sure all presents were wrapped for opening, went to the store to get all ingredients you needed for Christmas dinner tomorrow and some extra treats, which you spent the rest of the day making. You made a plum and lemon pound cake for you and the super soldiers, and some Christmas cookies for the team at the tower. You packaged them up and drove over, Happy let you up immediately.

“Hello? I bring cookies!” You yelled out to the tower, signaling the 3 team members there to run into the room. “Ooh! They look so good! Thanks Y/N!” Bruce complimented as him, Clint, and Sam grabbed some cookies. Bruce didn’t go because he didn’t want to Hulk out, Clint had a broken arm from falling off the kitchen counter, and Sam’s wings were getting fixed. “Hey, you sure you don’t want to join us for a small Christmas here?” Sam asked, he knew you hated Steve and Bucky being away again this year. “Nah, it’s fine, maybe they’ll be home tomorrow, and I want to be there if they do.” You were a teacher so you didn’t have work these two weeks. Sam looked at you sympathetically and smiled, “alright, call me if you change your mind.” You agreed and headed back to your apartment as it was getting late. You were slightly hoping your boys had come home in the time you were gone, but they hadn’t. You dragged yourself through your nightly routine and fell into the bed. You had given up hope, they weren’t gonna be home for Christmas.

You woke up, sad, today was already one of the worst Christmases, you couldn’t spend it with Steve or Bucky, and you hope had all drained out of you. You went out to the couch to put on some TV and eat breakfast, but you saw the Christmas decorations and it just reminded you of what you didn’t have. You decided to try and be cheerful. You put on Christmas music and made a Christmas themed breakfast. You were in the spirit a little more now, so you spent the day making the big dinner, they were super soldiers and would eat a lot, and you could always wrap it if they didn’t come home that day.

They didn’t show up, you were hopeful but you knew it was coming. You wrapped all the food up and stuck it in the fridge. You pulled out a book, put Christmas music on and read. It was nearing 9:00pm when it came on for the first time that day, ‘All I want for Christmas is you.’ You had tears in your eyes and were singing along, thinking of your boys. Silent tears were streaming from your face, and you were so focused on your thoughts you didn’t hear the door open.

Steve and Bucky shared a look that said, ‘god I feel terrible.’ They moved over to you, “hey doll, we’re back.” Bucky had crouched down and softy spoken, not wanting to startle you. You looked up, the tears turning to happy tears, “Buck Buck! Stevie! Your home! And it’s still Christmas!” You hugged them so tightly, you never wanted to let go. “How about Buck and I go get a quick shower and out of our suits and then we have a late night Christmas of our own. How does that sound?” You smiled at Steve’s plan, “perfect, except before our Christmas, I’m cleaning up your injuries, super soldier or not, I’m not having them get infected.” You put your foot down, you did it every time. The guys usually protested but not tonight, tonight, they needed to make it up to you, so they kept their mouths shut and went along with it.

You had both soldiers sitting on the bathroom countertop and you were checking them over and dealing with cuts, and bruises. You had just found a deep scratch on Bucky’s torso. “Buck take your shirt off,” you demanded, not being able to see the whole cut. “Doll, if you wanted to see my muscles all you had to do was ask nicely,” he cockily said. “James Buchanan Barnes.” You lifted you eyebrow up in warning. Bucky mumbled a sorry and took his shirt off so you could clean the wound. “Thank you,” you gave them both kisses after cleaning all the wounds. “Dinner is in the fridge and just needs reheating,” Bucky and Steve’s eyes lit up, you reheated the food and set it on the table, the guys had set. “Mm, doll it looks delicious,” Steve complimented and you all dug in. “I made dessert too,” you commented. “What is it!?!?” The boys both asked excitingly, “a surprise,” you responded. After dinner you snuck away and grabbed the cake, “tada!” “Doll, is that, a plum lemon pound cake?” Steve asked excitingly. “Maybe,” you teased. The guys both dug in, saying how good it was, and they needed one of these every day. After dinner it was present time.

“Doll, that one is for last,” Bucky said, pointing to the big present that had your name on it. You hadn’t seen it before, the guys had brought it over from the tower. “alright….” you said suspiciously and passed out the rest of the presents. You went around opening them one by one. Steve got some new art supplies, cleaner for his shield, a new wallet and some clothes. Bucky got some fancy hair stuff he wanted, a giant bag of plums, a record player with some more old 40s records, since his old one broke when he was chasing after Steve and ran into it. You got (cool stuff that you wanted) and then it was time to open the big present. Bucky and Steve were jumping up and down out of excitement, “go ahead doll, open it!!” You ripped open the box, “oh my god,” you started tearing up, “thank you guys I love you both so much,” “it’s for when we go away on missions, so you don’t feel too lonely,” Steve explained “we hate leaving you alone doll,” Bucky added. “So what’s her name?” You pulled out the present from the box. “Her name is Alpine, but if you don’t like it we can change it,” Bucky told you. “No I love her, and I love her name,” you turned to Alpine, “hey little kitty, hi, you’re just so cute and tiny.” The guys loved seeing you interact with the cat and sat back smiling. You yawned, it was now close to midnight and you were all tired. You all decided to clean up tomorrow and head to sleep, that night you felt an unusual, fluffy, ball cuddle up with you three. Alpine became a part of your cuddle pack every night, and when the guys weren’t home it was just the two of you cuddled on the bed, you were alone anymore, and while you always would miss the boys when they had missions, it was more bearable with Alpine by your side.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

The New Cabin.

Gif credit @tiiffanym

Requested by @stellarosedutton. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the request. Sorry it's late. I havent had much smut inspiration lately.

Taglist @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23.

Over the past six months Kayce and his family have been building his dream cabin on the Dutton ranch. Today it's finally finished and Kayce couldn't wait to move in for the winter. You both dreamt about having a cabin in the woods while it snows. Drinking hot coco by the fire place. 

"Hold on. I have to do this properly". Kayce opened the cabin door and picked you up bridal style, carrying you into the cabin.

"That's only when you get married, silly". You kissed his cheek and he put you on your feet.

"So, it's like we're newlyweds again. How do you like the house"?

You smiled, scanning the first floor at your eye sight. "It's beautiful. Everything we ever imagined it to be. You did a wonderful job, babe". You stepped over to him and wrapped your arms around his torso.

"You think? Coulda been bigger".

"That's what she said". That sent you into a giggle fit. Kayce rolled his eyes and squeezed you tight.

"Who's silly now"? Kayce booped your nose.

"We both are. Now, what's for dinner? I'm starving". You looked up at him and he smirked.

"I have something in mind".

"What's that"?

"How about I build a fire, we lay some blankets down at the fire place, we open a bottle of wine and see where the night takes us"?

"That's a lovely idea. But where's the food"? You laugh.

"There's a casserole in the kitchen. Gator made it for us as a moving in gift. You can heat it up and we'll eat it by the fire". Kayce kissed your head with a chuckle. You hugged him and went to the kitchen. Kayce started on the fire and got out the blankets.

"It's so cozy in here, Kayce". You say, coming into the livingroom. Kayce already sprawled out on the blanket, his boots kicked off and him with his arms behind his head.

"It's nice, isn't. I can't wait to break it in". He held out his hand for you but you sat his plate in his hand instead.

"Food first. Have to have strength. Gotta lot of rooms to cover". You smirk, taking a seat beside him. Cozying up to him.

"I like the way you think, my dear". Kayce kissed your head.

After taking one bite of food, you sat down your plate and jumped on Kayce with a giggle.

"Woah". Kayce laughed, sitting his plate down and wrapping his arms around you. "Who's the eager one now"?

"Shut up and fuck me". You smashed your lips against Kayces to silence him. You both moaned into the kiss, your tongues dancing to the sound of silence. There was no one around and it was so peaceful.

"You're so fucking beautiful". Kayce pulled away to look at you, his hand settling in between your breast. Feeling your heart pounding.

"God, I got so lucky with you". You grabbed a handful of his hair and flipped him over to be on top.

"That's how you want it"? Kayce grabbed both of your wrist and pinned them above you.

"Mmmm, daddy". You moaned biting your bottle lip. Your lips bucked up against the tent rising in Kayces pants.

"Fuck". Kayce groaned, his head falling back. He dies when you call him daddy. You smirked.

Kayce released your wrists and pulled off his shirt. You ran your fingertips down his smooth chest. He was hot to the touch.

"Take em off". You ordered Kayce, eyeing your pants.

Kayce gladly ripped your jeans off and grabbed your panties sliding them down your legs.

You unfasten Kayces belt and unbuttoned his jeans he shimmied out of them. He was rock hard. The light from the fire glistened the pre-cum dripping from his cock.

"You going to fuck me, daddy"? You purred as you laid there playing with your hard nipples over your shirt. Lucky for Kayce you didnt wear a bra. Or you may have slipped it off in the kitchen when you were heating up dinner.

"Fuck yes". Kayce got between your legs and kissed your mound.  That was his ritual before fucking you. He didnt know that it drives you crazy when he did that. Made you super wet. He kissed up your stomach and pushed up your shirt. Kayce kissed around your breast before taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth and sucked, letting go with a pop. He kissed up your neck before kissing your lips.

The anticipation was killing you so you took matters into your own hands. Grabbing his cock you lined him up and slid him through your slit. Kayce moaned.

"You're so wet for Daddy". Kayce moaned in your ear as his pushed him. He hiked up your leg and wrapped it around him to get deeper in you.

Your hands went to his hair, tangling your fingers into his locks. "Only you make me this wet, Kayce". You gasped when Kayce picked up his speed and pounded into you. His slow thrusts became hard and long strokes. Fuck, he made you feel amazing. Like floating on clouds.

"Oh God, baby". You cried out, wrapping your arms around Kayce as he drilled into you. Kayce had one hand one the hardwood floor and one on the back of your neck as he sucked on your nipple.

Between the nipple sucking and Kayce hitting your g-spot, you were close to the edge of coming.

Kayce could feel you start to tense up around him. Your walls caving in.

"You gonna cum for daddy"? Kayce mumbled against your skin. Sending shivers down your body.

"Mmm". You whimper out as your orgasm explodes. Clenching around Kayce, made him grunt and groan. He didnt stop his thrusting. Kayce thrusted hard, not easing your orgasm. You trembled underneath him.

"I'm gonna cum". Kayce cried out, as he shot his seed with a moan.

You both laid there panting and extremely sweaty. The fire, combined with your body heat made it so hot. But it was so perfect.

"Fuck, that was hot". Kayce snickered, rolling off of you and laying on his side. His arm propped up as he looked at you. Your chest heaved up and down.

You laughed and rolled on to your side. Kissing his lips. "What room next"? You growled, biting his bottom lip.

Kayce rolled his eyes. "Kitchen. I need something to drink". Kayce laughed and got to his feet. His helped you and picked up, carrying you to the kitchen.

That night every room was broken in and the kitchen table was destroyed. This was the best moving in party ever.

[myckicade]

Prompt: Ok so we all know Coco is touch starved, and would be clingy af in a relationship. What about Coco x wife!reader, while she’s trying to do basic errands/chores and Coco is her shadow?

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one. I really have. Hee hee. I just adore Coco. <3 . This piece sort of follows the story of the last two Coco x Reader pieces I have written, but it will stand-alone, just fine. And, I swear, these things just have a mind of their own. I can continue to apologize for length, and content, but, in the end... I let the story tell itself. ;) . <3 .

As a warning, I come from Vermont, where we have a plastic bag ban. Last I knew, California was the first state to have one. I don’t know how that would translate to Santo Padre, but… When I mention fabric bags, I mean reusables, and the ban is why. ^^;;;;.

Title: Worthwhile

Teaser: He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it.

“Okay…” you murmur, slowly, eyes scanning over the paper in front of you. Fifteen items, nothing crazy. Shouldn’t take you more than an hour, tops, and that includes travel to and from the store. “I think I’ve got everything we need… And, specials included your beer, and those little frozen cream puffs.”

Beside you, Coco groans, deep and guttural. “Fuck, I love those things.”

You giggle, but keep reading. Your man is too damn cute. “Feminine products.”

“Do those count as special?” Coco genuinely sounds thoughtful, as he steps up behind you, where you are leaning over the counter top. He wraps his arms around your waist, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “Kinda’ a necessity, ain’t they?”

Tipping your head, you glance to your husband. Seriously. This man is a treasure. “Why don’t you run for political office?” you tease, pleased when Coco chuckles.

“Yeah, my record’ll look great, on the campaign trail.”

You shrug. “You can tackle pink tax, and tax evasion, at the same time.”

Coco grins, and steals a peck off your lips. “What else you got on there, muñeca?”

“Hmmm, let’s see…” You turn back to your list, tapping the pen against your lips, thoughtfully. Spying the next item on it, you try not to let out another giggle. He’s not going to like this one. “Letty asked if we could have that cauliflower pizza thing for dinner, tonight.”

As expected, this groan is decidedly not from food lust. “Fuckin’ vegetarians. When the hell is she gonna’ get over this shit?”

“It’s just a phase, Coco,” you remind him, for the… Well, honestly, you’ve lost track. It started shortly after the wedding, Letty’s change in diet, and you’re still not convinced the two aren’t related. You’re just not entirely sure how. But, two months in, and she’s still looking healthy, so you won’t send up any alarms. “It’s very popular at her high school, right now.”

Coco scoffs, disgusted. “When the hell’d she start copyin’ other people, anyway? My girl ain’t no follower.”

The words send a shot straight to your heart. He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it. The love he has for Leticia is the greatest proof. They may carry on like cats and dogs, but when push comes to shove, there is nothing they won’t do for one another. My girl. It brings a warmth to your soul, and a smile to your lips.

You shake it off, enough to formulate a response. “She’s figuring out how to be her own woman. Trying new things.” You shrug, not wanting to make a big deal of it. You were Letty’s age, once, of course. And, a girl, to boot. Some things, Coco just won’t be able to understand. “It’s a process.” He hums, still disgruntled, but doesn’t push out another word. “You want anything else?” you ask, holding up your list. “I’ve gotta’ get going, before I run into the football widows.”

Before you can even take a step away, Coco tightens his arms around you. “You sure you gotta’ go, though?” he asks, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck. “With the house all to ourselves, like this?”

“If I don’t go,” you start, as Coco’s touches gain intent, becoming teasing kisses. Damn him. It feels nice, you won’t lie, but there are other things on your mind, right now. Priorities.

You’re just… having trouble remembering what they are.

Oh. Yeah. Shopping.

“If I don’t go, we won’t have anything for dinner.”

Another kiss, accompanied by a barely-there swipe of tongue. You shiver, and Coco moves his lips to your ear. “We can order in,” he whispers, breath so invitingly warm against your skin.

Oh, this asshole.

“And, what are we supposed to have for breakfast, tomorrow?” you try, again. “Half an Eggo, and a pack of Skittles?”

Coco cuddles you closer, again. “Ain’t you never heard about livin’ on love, baby?” Some of his smoothest work, that is. And, it’s almost convincing. Almost. You can imagine the afternoon ahead, if you give in. Your clothes will come off, and won’t be back on until the last second, before Letty walks back through the front door. By that time, you’ll be too tired to roll your ass off the bed, let alone go grocery shopping. And, you promised Letty you’d talk Coco into that cauliflower pizza.

“Great as that sounds,” you agree, preparing to capitalize on the truth. You ease yourself away from Coco’s stubborn hold, and give him one more smooch, just to soften the blow to come. “I don’t think Letty will appreciate the sentiment.”

A third groan. You must be going for a record. “C’mon, (y/n).” Oh, he’s whining. It’s so cute, it’s unreal. “We’ll find some place that delivers that rabbit food shit.”

Unfortunately for Coco, you’re already grabbing your bag. Lucky for you. You’re still two seconds from giving him what he wants. (He just doesn’t need to know so). “I’ll be back in a while.” God willing. “If you think of anything else, call my cell.” You rush out the front door, and don’t look back. If you see the look on your husband’s face, you know you’re as good as done.

*

Well, what the shit? Coco stares at the front door as it closes, you on the wrong fucking side of it. His arms are at his sides, palms turned toward the ceiling. That went so well. He kind of can’t believe you just walked away, like that. Left him alone, and wanting. In your big, empty house.

He probably should have volunteered to tag along, instead of just chasing you off.

Fuck.

Glancing around, Coco tries to find something to do. Something to clean, at the very least. But, that’s the trouble with having moved in with you, after the wedding, he supposes. Ain’t nothing to tidy up. Not that the three of you don’t have possessions. They’re all just in their proper places. Probably Leticia’s doing, in the end. He’d had a long talk with her, before the move, that she absolutely has to keep her shit where it belongs. Your house isn’t like their house. There aren’t burn marks in the carpet, or gouges in the coffee table. Dishes go in the damned dishwasher, not left to pile up on the counter, or in the sink. Beds get made. Laundry gets folded, and put away. No more wrinkled heaps in the clothes basket. So far, the kid’s been doing good. Real good.

Coco, though? He’s never felt so unnerved in his life.

It was different when he just visited. Spent a night or two, here or there. He’d almost felt at home, then, stupid as it sounds. At home, with the knowledge he wasn’t staying. But, now? Now, the reality has settled in, and he feels so-so… out of place. There’s so much he’s struggling to adjust to.

You have a purified water system installed under the sink, where Coco is used to buying bottled water.

You have a dining room, where Coco and Letty are used to eating on the couch.

You have an extended cable package, whatever the fuck that is.

You kind of have it all, here, certainly by comparison to what Coco is used to. The best of everything. Which really makes him wonder – not for the first time – what the hell you’re doing with a dirt-poor biker for a husband? You’ve had this conversation, on multiple occasions, and you’ve explained yourself, every time. But, this time… This time, you’re not around to give that speech. You’re not around to hold him, and kiss his face, and reassure him in a way that only you can. No, you’re at the grocery store, shopping for Coco, and his kid, which was apparently a better offer than staying home with him.

Oh, nope. Nope, he’s doing it, again. He can feel it. You love him, he reminds himself. You’ve got his ring on your finger, his last name, and – God-willing – his baby in your belly. By choice. All by choice.

Coco takes a deep breath, in. Lets it back out, slowly. Tries not to get sick, for all the nerves coming up to greet him. He wraps one arm around his own torso, free hand moving up to cover his mouth.

Fuck, he hopes you get back, soon.

*

You let out a deep sigh, as you park your car in the garage. Oh, it is so good to be home, at long-last. Talk about Old Home Week. You’d run into everyone, and his brother, at the grocery store. Shopping had taken nearly twice as long as you’d meant for it to, and you just know Coco must be losing his mind, by now. You hate to think about it, in such terms, but, sometimes… Well, sometimes, Coco reminds you of a new puppy. You can’t really leave him alone, without some kind of separation anxiety creeping up on him.

Ah, well. At least he isn’t ripping down the drapes, and shredding the couch cushions.

You blink. Well. That you know of.

Shaking your head, you climb out of the car, mentally preparing to unload armloads of bags. Maybe, if you really, really try, today will be the day you can finally get all twenty bags in, in one trip.

Right. And, shortly thereafter, you can have both forearms set, and casted. Be a real turn-on, in the bedroom.

You’ve managed to grab half a dozen bags, when the door to the mud room opens. “Hey, don’t grab too many!” Letty warns, as she comes hopping down the steps. “Let us help!”

Glancing up, you smile. For having had such a rough start, Letty can be a sweet girl. You know she gets that from her father. “Well, thank you,” you reply, resting a few, fabric handles onto her outstretched hands.

Letty grins, lowering her hands to her sides, before leaning in. “Did you talk him into it?” she whispers, conspiratorially.

You snicker, and whisper back, “He isn’t getting a choice. He’s outnumbered.”

“Yes!” Her hiss of victory is hardly subtle, catching Coco’s attention as he pokes his head out the door.

“You two plottin’ against me, again?”

“Yes,” you and Letty reply, in unison, leading you to erupt into a fit of giggles.

Coco is all grins. “’Course, you are.” He strides closer, he and Letty dancing around one another as she moves into the house. You lean into the car, and retrieve a few more bags. If Coco’s out here, he might as well assist. He’s peering into the car, once you stand back up, and lets out a low whistle. “Damn, (y/n)! You buy out the whole store, or what?”

“Hardly,” you reply, dryly. You hold up your hands, offering Coco the bags. “Here you go.”

“Oh, don’t mind if I do.” Thankfully, your hold on the bags is solid. Instead of grabbing the groceries, Coco’s hands are suddenly groping all over you. One hand is settled firmly at your ass, the other sliding into your hair, at the back of your head. He wastes no time diving in for a slow, deep kiss, and, damn, does his timing suck. He could have at least let you put the bags down, first. The contact makes you tingle, and has you regretting your decision not to stay home. Coco pulls back, after a few seconds, and hums. “Mm. Best delivery ever.”

You can’t help the small snort of amused laughter that leaves your throat. “Good try, Coco,” you praise, easing back far enough to offer him the bags, again. The look of disappointment on his face is just pitiful. “I’m not banging you in the garage.”

He has the grace to mock gasp. “I’d never!” It’s a crock, and you both know it. He looks too amused to be repentant, and you look too aware to be angry. You just raise your hands, slightly, in a third offer. Coco sighs. “All right. All right.” He takes the bags from your hands.

“Thank you.” You grab another load for yourself, rounding the open car door to follow Coco’s lead, into the house. One more trip for each of you, and you should have it covered. So much for only buying fifteen items.

Coco might be right about buying out the store.

*

Watching from the dining room, Coco has a good view of you and Letty unpacking the last of the groceries. Damn kid, she’d thrown him out, about ten minutes prior.

“Less groping, more helping, Coco,” Letty had warned him, after he’d tried to pin you against the sink.

It had been his last warning. Now, he’s been banished. Not the worst thing in the world, not really. Over the last few weeks, he’s really learned that there are some tasks he’s not so fond of. Pruning roses… Yeah, he’s pretty sure you’ll never let him do that, again. And, hey, nobody told him what to fill the bird feeder with. Unpacking groceries goes on that list, somewhere between line-drying laundry, and a streak-free mirror. He’s not sure why. Goodness knows, it makes him feel like a kid at Christmas, most times. Since being with you, though…

Since being with you, he feels like he’s taking advantage of something.

Yes, groceries are a strange place to let that feeling land, but he can’t help it. Coco’s been responsible for feeding himself since before he cares to remember. The only time anyone provided his meals was during deployment, and half that shit barely passed for edible. You, though… You keep the house stocked with more food than he’s seen anywhere, outside of a corner market. Letty always has options to take to school, and there’s a nutritious dinner on the table, almost every night. (Some nights, he actually does win the battle for delivery). If Coco goes on a run, you send him along with snacks for the road. And, yeah, he kinda’ likes that. He also likes the energy bars you picked out for him, last week. Something with cherries, and dark chocolate. He wonders, for a second, if you picked up any more. Come in handy during his mid-week trip outta’ town.

Coco blinks. Then, he does it again, just for good measure. That’s it. That’s what’s so fucking weird about this whole thing.

It’s you.

Okay, no, it’s not you, you. But, it’s you. It’s you, taking care of him. It’s you, seeing to his needs. Letty’s needs. It’s you, being his wife, his partner. It’s you, slotting into the place of role-model for his teenaged daughter. Welcoming them into your home. Not treating it like it’s your home. It’s you, being so fucking perfect for him, it’s taken his mind all this time to catch up with reality.

Coco doesn’t get perfect. Perfect doesn’t want him.

Except, now, it does.

Before he knows what he’s doing, Coco strides into the kitchen. He doesn’t wait for you to put the box of pasta in the cupboard. He just takes it from your hand, ignoring your confused look, as he tosses it onto the counter.

“Coco!” Letty admonishes, but it’s no use. He’s already lifting you off the floor, arms around your perfect backside. The kid gives a long-suffering sigh, he hears it, but pays it no mind.

Nothing – nothing – is going to keep him from holding you in his arms.

Your own arms go around Coco’s neck, and you smile down at him, surprise still lingering in your eyes. “Uhm… Hi, there.”

Coco grins. “Hey, muñeca.” Leaning up, he pecks you on the lips.

“Can I help you with something?” you ask, to which Coco shakes his head. Closes his eyes, as your fingers play in his hair.

“Nah. Got all I need.”

*

Pulling a package of mixed vegetables from the half-unpacked shopping bag, Letty rolls her eyes. You two… God, you’re gross. Coco always has his hands on you, no matter what you’re trying to do. It’s a wonder you don’t carry a damned fly swatter around. Actually, it’s a wonder you ever accomplish anything. He’s always smooching, and smiling, and snuggling at you. It’s disgusting. It’s pathetic.

It’s so damned cute, it’s sickening.

Really, Letty’s enjoying seeing Coco so happy. Like, genuinely happy. Not the false pride he carries around with his kutte. He’s more relaxed, nowadays. He drinks less, and he spends more time at home, both of which mean he’s not hanging around with those skanks at the clubhouse. He eats more, he’s healthier… Nothing to complain about, there.

And, hey, she has no complaints about you, either. You’re pretty cool, all-around. A woman who takes care of herself, and her family, and doesn’t bitch about either one. You’re not using Coco for money, or status, none of the shit she’s always been worried her father would fall into. There aren’t arguments, every night, not even between herself and Coco, as of late. No hostilities, nothing to avoid the house over. Just good dinners, and movies, and a new fish tank in her room. (Okay, so, you’d earned some major points with that birthday gift. She hadn’t actually expected to get one, when she’d mentioned it). For the first time, she understands what a peaceful, happy family feels like. It feels nice. It feels like home.

Glancing back to where Coco now has you perched on the counter top, stealing the most syrupy-sweet smooches… Letty can’t help but smile. Home is A-okay by her.

*

The sound of the air conditioner humming in the bedroom usually lulls you right to sleep. Tonight, it’s just providing you with white noise, a low background track to your thoughts. You don’t mind, not really. It gives you a few minutes to reflect on the day that’s just ended. To plan your day, tomorrow. To weave your fingers through Coco’s hair, and listen to him breathe. That, alone, makes it worthwhile.

Coco has been asleep against your shoulder for nearly an hour, now. Your arms are wrapped around him, comfortably, his own around your waist. You’d urged him up to bed, after he’d fallen asleep on the couch, his head in your lap. He’d snoozed from the middle of the movie, to the end of the nightly news report. Letty had tsked, and complained that no one had any business, whatsoever, in falling asleep during Zombieland. (How he’d stayed asleep was still a wonder to you, both, for how hard you’d been laughing at Tallahassee). With your fingers in his hair, Coco had been blissfully unaware for a couple of hours.

Glancing down, you take in the sight of your husband’s sleeping face. He looks so damn peaceful, the kind you’d outright murder to preserve for him. Coco’s still struggling with sleep, and relaxation, even though you’d hoped it would ease up, once your nuptials had passed. Most of it, you know will never go away. Anxiety doesn’t have a magic wand, or some perfect little on/off switch. And, all things considered, today wasn’t a terrible day. You’d been able to leave the house, with minimal panic on Coco’s part. Granted, it had taken extra time to get the groceries put away, and dinner made, but… You understand, as much as you are able to, that Coco needs the reassurances. It doesn’t cost you anything to carve a few moments from the day, every here and there, to give him what he needs.

Okay, so it did cost you that first batch of pancakes, this morning. They’d burned on the stove, and set off the smoke alarms, when he’d insisted on a dance through the living room. But, Coco loved the song you’d been playing on your Spotify, so there was really no denying him.

Oh, and… Yeah, you’d missed that phone call from the bank, the week before. Your husband had slipped up next to you, on the porch swing, and snuggled you to within an inch of your life. An easy fix, and you still got the business loan, but…

And, sure, you’ve been late to work, on numerous occasions. Coco has a habit of sneaking into your morning shower. And, after that… Well, hell, you own the company. It’s not like you have to explain to the boss that you’re late to your shift, on account of baby-dancing. (Fucking forums).

Point is, you’re more than happy to take care of Coco’s emotional needs. It may take you an extra hour to pay your bills. Daily tidying may have become every-other-day-if-you’re-lucky tidying. And, your ass may have gone numb, tonight, while he slept on your thigh. During which time, you could have loaded the dishwasher. Taken out the trash. Any number of tasks that have been neglected, in the name of Coco. They can wait.

Leaning in, you press a tender kiss to your husband’s forehead, before settling back in, and closing your eyes. Yes, chores can wait. Work can wait. The whole world can hold it, with both hands. So long as you’re around, Coco’s well-being will never have to take the back seat.

*

P.S. If Coco denies it, he’s full of it. He fucking loved that cauliflower pizza. Fucking vegetarians, indeed.

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