#*send smooches and biscuits

[malika-carnelian]

OOC post

It's been a long time!

Yes, it's really been a long time since I last interacted daily on this profile, and I admit that whenever I receive notifications from you, nostalgia overwhelms me. But know that I have never really taken my eyes off you mutuals, not even once.

My character was put on hold, that's for sure, but my attention and love for your writings and the characters you portray never went away. In fact, you brought a sincere smile to my face every time I took a break from work to read your posts. As for my disappearance, it was entirely due to work... but at least I emerged triumphant, happy, and moved to see something I participated in being uploaded on the web and on TV platforms. The first job that lasted a year and a half (the entire 2023) was for "Totally Spies" season 7, where I worked as a layout character artist for Doghead Studio. As much as I know, it's being broadcast on the Gulli website in France (currently inaccessible to me because I'm not registered and moostly because I don't know enough French to watch an entire series 😂 I'll wait the day they will broadcast it in English all around the world, hopefully, lmao). The second job project, which kept me busy from the beginning of 2024 until the first week of May, was a feature film dedicated to a Neapolitan singer-songwriter, under the ILBE Studio. It allowed me to work on the animated part both as an animator and a cleanup artist.

And now? Now I've taken a well-deserved vacation after all the accumulated stress, but by taking at home two significant achievements of my life! 😭

Alas, there’s not much I can show from "Totally Spies" unfortunately, apart from the presentation trailer already on youtube, but as for the film about Liberato? Well, for that, I can directly share the link to the song with the adapted animation.

Last but not least, a deep apology to all of you who have seen me disappear all of a sudden. This kind of job was really, really very time (and brain) consuming. 🙏

Animation song of the movie I worked on:

[tired-biscuit]

for you 🎁

AHH HE’S SO BABY; GROUCHY POUTY BABY!!!!!!!!! kiba is literally the prettiest, no one can tell me otherwise 👉👈

[live-laugh-lenney]

S I C K A R T H U R H E A D C A N N O N | A R T H U R T V |

** author note before you read; mentions of sickness, throwing up, and brief talks of drugs in the form of paracetamol **

-> yn knows. -> she just knows. -> arthur is very rarely ill, and yn envies that about him, so it knocks him for six when he comes down with any form of an illness and it's not difficult to see a change in his behaviour. -> and it goes both ways.

-> if a cold hits him hard, or the flu really knocks him down, he can barely stay awake. -> if he had any plans with his friends then she would send them a text to inform them that arthur probably wouldn't be able to attend whatever they had planned - whether it be filming for a new video, a podcast, or just meeting for lunch... -> 'georgey, arthur's pretty ill and i'm not waking him up to tell him he's gonna be late for you. just letting you know he probs won't be able to film with you today. sending apologies on his behalf. xx' -> 'Bless his cotton socks. hopefully this teaches him not to wear shorts and a t-shirt during a ChrisMD shoot in these current baltic conditions. But give him some smooches and cuddles from me. x' -> 'fancy coming over to look after him instead? i'm sure you fancy him more than i do... it's okay though. fess up and we can clear the air, clarkey. xx' -> when he does wake up, he doesn't even question the time. all he can think about is how rough he feels. -> he's alone in the bedroom. his phone is on his bedside table. and his alarm had clearly been turned off - which, really, he was thankful for because he definitely would have felt worse - and there's a glass of water with two tablets beside it. -> he knows that she knows he's ill. -> he wraps himself up warm; makes sure to put some warm socks on his feet, puts on a hoodie and pulls the hood over his head, he grabs the blanket from the bed to wrap around his shoulders and slowly walks into the living room. -> and she's decorated the living room for a cosy day spent inside; candles are lit and emitting smells he wish he could smell through his blocked nose, the tv has netflix launched up and ready for them to choose something to watch, the curtains are drawn closed and the sofa is turned into somewhere for them to lay on with everything (from chocolates and biscuits to bits of fruit to paracetamol and cold and flu tablets) on the coffee table and in arms reach. -> and they spend all day on the sofa. -> film after film after film, a nap in the mid-afternoon, watching tik-tok and showing each other silly videos they stumble upon and she enjoys having him to herself for the day and not sharing him with their friends and missing him due to his youtubing schedule. -> they order in take-away for a late dinner; a chinese because that's always their go-to meal when they can't be bothered to cook.

-> if its sickness that hits him then he really spends all day in their bed, closest to the bathroom, doing nothing but sleeping because his stomach is in knots. -> and she's there for everything that happens, even though he worries about her falling ill, instead of dealing with himself being so ill. -> "i don't want you to catch this-" -> "i'll be fine. if i catch it then you can look after me." -> "but it's horrible, lovie. i don't want you to have it." -> "i'm not going anywhere, arthur." -> "but-" -> "no buts, arthur. i'm choosing to look after you. i want to look after you. i'm staying out." -> she kneels behind him and she gives his hip or his knee a gentle rub every so often to let him know she's still there, sliding her hand round his middle and rubbing his belly in between retching and his skin is sweltering and he's sticky and warm. -> the only thing he can wear is boxer shorts because he feels hot and she's pretty thankful that the only thing she'd need to be washing is the bedsheets and dirty pants and no sick-covered pyjamas. -> she's rubbing his back as he throws up. -> she's wiping the sweat from his forehead with a damp flannel when he's done throwing up. -> she sits on the bathroom floor with him and lets him fall back against her once he tires himself out. ghostly white and covered in sweat. practically falling asleep from the moment his head his her shoulder and his face hid in her neck. -> he gets better through the day. drinking green tea and peppermint tea when he needed a drink, sipping on glasses of water, munching on dry toast and dry crackers and dry biscuits. -> she runs him a warm bath, sits with him to make sure he doesn't fall asleep and drop beneath the bath water, tells him silly stories that she has definitely told him before but he keeps asking for her to talk to him. -> and he sounds and looks drunk; slurring his words when he speaks, barely making sense to her, and his eyes are hooded and low and he has a tired smile on his lips. -> "jus' love listening to you talk, lovie. so soothing." -> "you're such a simp for me, huh?" -> "how can i not be? have you seen you?" -> "have you seen you? i should be the simp in this relationship." -> "m'so naked in front of you right now and you're not simping?" -> "i'm not looking, mister television." -> "i'd be looking at you, all the time, lovie." -> "you're just a little pervert, arthur. my little pervert."

-> she absolutely babies him when he finally comes to terms with the fact that he's sick. -> and he just lets her. -> usually, he doesn't like to be fussed over - he's always telling her that he's old enough to be able to do things himself and doesn't need other people doing things for him - but he doesn't have the energy to argue when he's ill. -> she's happy to look after him and he's happy that she's happy to look after him but, deep down, he just can't be bothered to argue with her. -> but he's appreciative of her. -> so appreciative. -> all the time, everything she does for him, he's so thankful.

[swissboyhisch]

The Aussie Snack Experience

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Aussie!Reader

Summary: As a marketing idea, you get to feature in a video with Nico trying snacks from your home country.

Word Count: 1637

Warnings: Alcohol. A little bit of an AU as Devs and Rangers aren't apart of the global series.

A/N: Another to the Nico x Aussie!Reader series

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You had been missing home a little and asked your family to send a box of Australian snacks and drinks. Unsurprisingly, your parents sent you multiple huge boxes, much bigger than you had ever expected. Lollies, biscuits, chocolate. Soft drink, alcohol, milo. So many things from your childhood. Luckily you had a whole team of hockey players you could share with. 

When the news had gotten to Anna in the Media department about your delivery, she asked you if you were willing to do a video with Nico. Apparently the idea of Nico trying Australian snacks and drinks was a good marketing idea. Especially since New Jersey was one of the teams just announced as a part of the Global pre-season games in Melbourne.

For once, you accompanied Nico to the arena one this day with your boxes of Australian stuff in the back of the car. Jack had picked you both up. Meaning he got roped into help carrying the boxes into the room where Anna had set up the video production. You two were setting up while the boys had morning skate. 

“Did your parents actually send you all this?” Anna questioned as she unpacked the drinks box.

You hummed as you pulled out the little bags of different flavours of Shapes. So many things. “Yeah, I was feeling a little homesick. Missing some snacks.”

“And even alcohol?”

“Yep!” You respond as Anna holds up a four pack of cruisers. “Those are my favourite. They sent me a heap of them thankfully.”

As training neared the end, you prepared the fairy bread. The slices of white bread slathered with butter and the Hundreds & Thousands on top. The perfect kids party food. Anna had set up a table of food off camera. As you and Nico would sit in frame, Anna would bring one plate of food or a drink for us to try. Well Nico to try.

“Heya babe,” Nico hummed, coming to join you on the couch. His hair was wet from his shower. All shaggy just like you liked it. 

“Hey sexy.”

A flush coloured his cheeks at the comment. Nico pressed a kiss to your cheek as the media crew set up the equipment. Majority of it was done, just final touches before you all started the shoot. Nico was going to start off the video with a little welcome.

“Hi, my name Nico Hischier and I’m here with my Australian girlfriend (Y/N),” Nico starts off. “As preparation for the Global series in Melbourne, (Y/N) has brought in a heap of Australian snacks for me to try. Some I may have already had, some I haven’t.”

“I tried to make it so it’s mostly the ones you have,” You add.

Nico waved over to Anna, “Anna is going to bring in the snacks for us.”

“Snack one!”

Anna brought over a plate of Tim Tams, just the plain ones. You got excited at the sight. Since receiving the box, you haven’t actually eaten anything so you couldn’t wait.

“I’ve had these!” Nico exclaimed happily, immediately grabbing one and takinging a bite.

You follow his actions, taking a bite from the biscuit and savouring the taste. “Do you remember what they’re called?”

“Uhhh, Tim Tams yeah?” You clap happily, giving him a smooch on the cheek as a reward. He laughs, “Is that my reward, a kiss for every right guess on what they’re called?”

“That wasn’t a part of the plan but I guess we could fit that in.”

The next thing was a glass of milk which confused Nico. Anna put two glasses down before the pair of you. You knew exactly what it was for and it was something you haven’t done since you were a child.

“Uh…”

You laughed, “Time of a Tim Tam Slam.”

“You’ve never told me about this,” Nico argues.

Without telling him anything, you grab another biscuit and bite the two opposite corners. You dunk it a little in the lactose-free milk and suck like it’s a straw. Nico just watched on, confused as hell. 

“It makes it taste like chocolate milk,” You reveal, nodding for Nico to try his own. 

You watched as the Swiss tentatively bit off the corners and sucked up the milk. His eyes widened when he tasted the milk. 

“That tastes really good,” He comments.

You nod in agreement, “Now bite the Tim Tam.”

To you, the best part of the Tim Tam Slam was eating the biscuit after. The mushy biscuit. Sounds gross but it was so good. Anna brings out the next snack which is fairy bread.

“Is this the fairy bread?” Nico asks, examining the plate.

“The best party food of all time.”

“Isn’t a children’s party food?” 

You scoff, “I had this at my 18th birthday party thank you very much.”

Nico was tentative when he picked up a slice of bread. Spilling the Hundreds & Thousands over his lap. You giggled, taking your own piece and taking a bite. It took you back to your birthday where you and your best friend just ate the whole plate while drinking cruisers and cob loaf.

“Can we have a drink to wash this down?” You ask, smirking at Anna.

That was the code word you had sorted out earlier for Anna to bring out two of the cruisers. Both of them are your favourite flavour, Zesty Lemon & Lime. Nico saw them before they made it into frame. He lit up, having had Cruisers before as you loved drinking them when you went home for the off season. 

Nico immediately grabbed one, as did you, and clinked glasses. He took a sip happily. “These are Vodka Cruisers.”

“Like White Claws but better,” You add, taking another swig. 

“Lemon and Lime is probably the best flavour,” Nico comments.

You grin, “You take after me.”

Nico grabbed your legs, lifting them to rest them over his lap. You two made yourselves comfy which Anna loved. The fans were going to eat this up. Nico liked to keep you hidden, to himself. But this was a gold mine of content. 

“Do you have any Shapes on that table?” Nico asks, peering over behind the camera. 

At the request, Anna brings over multiple little bags of all the flavours of Shapes. Nico immediately went for the Pizza flavour. It was your favourite too. Then the door opened revealing Jack Hughes and Dawson Mercer.

“Snacks?” The youngest asked, heading straight for the table.

Anna suspected this would happen at some point. The team couldn’t help themselves but annoy whoever was on media duty. “If you want snacks, go sit with (Y/N) and Nico in front of the camera and introduce yourselves.”

Both of the boys excitedly sat in front of the couch like little kids. Your hand came to pat Jack’s head while Nico flicked the back of Mercer’s head.

“Seriously you two?” Nico huffed. 

“Leave them,” You laugh, nodding to Anna to bring out more snacks.

“Hi! My name is Jack Hughes and this is Dawson Mercer. We’re joining our parents to try Australian snacks from Mum’s home country.”

Dawson nodded, “What he said.”

The next to be brought out to the table was a bowl of favourites. Jack grabbed the Crunchy, Dawson grabbed a Flake, Nico went for a Boost and you grabbed a Picnic. Jack opened his, making the flakes of chocolate land all over his lap. Dawson just pissed himself laughing at his friend.

“They’re your favourite, yeah?” Nico asked, nodding to the chocolate in your hand. Trying to ignore the children in front of you two.

You nod, taking a bite. “Behind Chomps.”

“Chomp?” Jack questions.

At those words, Anna threw a couple bars of Chomp at you guys. You and Nico both caught yours but watching Jack and Dawson getting hit in the head cracked the you guys up. Jack looked like a deer in the headlights when he felt the bump before it landed in his lap. You didn’t waste any time though. Tearing into the bar and biting at the crunchy, caramel, wafer and chocolate treat. 

“Yo these are great,” Jack stated, chewing still.

You slap him up the back of his head, “Eat with your mouth closed Jackson!”

“My name isn’t Jackson,” he argued.

“Don’t argue with Mum.”

Nico rolled his eyes, “Love that we just suddenly have kids.”

You just picked up your cruiser again and skulled it. It’s better to deal with these two when drunk. Anna finally stopped laughing long enough to bring out lamingtons. Jack didn’t bother waiting, going immediately for the food. 

“What’s this?” Dawson asked you. 

You take one and offer it to Nico. He smiled, taking a bite of the dessert then pressing a little kiss to your lips. You hum at the taste coating your lips. 

“A chocolate lamington,” Nico answers for you.

In response to his words, you press a kiss to his cheek once more. “Neeks is right.”

“You guys want to wrap it up?” Anna suggests to you. 

Jack and Dawson weren’t even paying attention anymore, Just grabbing at the different snacks on the table. Luckily Jack was driving you and Nico as you both had drunk a couple cruisers through the duration of the filming. It wasn’t a game day which was why he was allowed to drink. 

You decided to do the outro as the two younger boys didn’t give a shit about the video. Nico was being clingy, holding you to him. “Thanks for watching me feed the boys Australian snacks. Make sure you guys come see the boys play against the Rangers in Melbourne on the 23rd and 24th of September. You may even catch a glimpse of me somewhere in the stadium. Peace out.”

“Bye!” The boys shout, waving at the camera. “See you in Australia!”

TAGLIST:

@findapenny @mp0625 @hischierhaze @11zegras @lvrzegras @francesfarhadi @cixrosie @daisysthings @jayrami3

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

Heyyyy, it's the anon who had sent about Half-Life ask (the bad wolf and the bunny one).

I just had a headcanon that Bunny would have that much of a high tolerance towards alcohol. Like Leon can't get drunk due to his mutation and since they went to the castle, they definitely grabbed like an age old whiskey that is very rich in alcohol content (I don't drink, so I don't know what is in whiskey exactly I am sorry 😭). Reader might get unintentionally touchy with Leon and he is just !! The soft fingers and the barely calloused palms just caressing him like he is a mystical being yet so so fucking special is just sending him into overdrive. Again, his mutation causes his senses to be more advanced and evolved than that of a human so feeling every line on your palm and the warmth makes him want to keen and nuzzle into your hand but at the same time he is afraid of accidentally cutting your skin with his very sharp teeth.

Also, reader might giggle and sit on the table just ruffling his hair and drunkenly smooching his hair and all that 🥺❤️

A-and, reader might be wearing like really really small pyjama shorts and a spaghetti strap top because alcohol makes you warm right??? And Leon is just there trying not to mark you up and nuzzle into you like a golden labrador. Also very cat-like of Leon to knead biscuits and tickle you to soothe you and make you drowsy while at the same time he is revelling in his affections. Yes, he is still grieving about the human life he used to have and he literally just wants you and you so are so soft and warm and so fucking cute when he squeezes you with those cute ass squeals and giggles coming from your very very kissable and warm lips 🥺🥺

I wanna cry, I love when characters yearn over fat cuties and find over them 😭😭❤️❤️❤️

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!

YOUR MIND!!!

I just love the idea of affectionate drunk Bunny clinging to Leon who absolutely loves the attention but is just sitting there like 😳 about it. The poor bug man would struggle so much lmao. The way he’d just want to lick her (cos kissing is kinda hard from his end with protruding giant, sharp teeth lmao).

He’d make do with gently touching her instead, and maybe pressing his nose into the crook of her neck and just breathing her in, reveling in the fact that finally, he has someone here who cares about him and even if she leaves when this is said and done, he will commit every little moment to memory and play them over and over for the rest of his life.

He may call himself “the big bad wolf”, but a dog is still loyal to its pack.

And especially loyal to whom it has deemed its mate.

[alexanderlightweight]

Sorry to hear you guys aren't well, sending best wishes for a speedy and easy recovery!

thank you! @saryn-prime left for a few days to help some friends and ended up in a flareup and with a double hit of a sinus and ear infection that left his face swollen and with a fever the day after he gt back and has been pretty miserable

but the meds are helping!! and thats a fucking relief. and one of the house has a job again which means they'll finally be back on insurance because the price of their meds without insurance rn are half the price of our rent and its bs so they haven't been on them

sorry, i simply hate the system where i live especially because i know it can and should be better and its a fucking nightmare rn

nightshade is being an absolute perfectly baked biscuit of a boy and he deserves to be dunked in darjeeling and kissed on his perfect little crumpet of a nose

(look he's incredibly cute okay and impossible not to want to squish his widdle cheeks and smooch his snoot)

<3 lumine

i'm tired but hoping to take a rest day on... monday maybe ^_^

[ohimsummer]

we’re mutuals and i loveee seeing you on the dash ! we haven’t interacted much (that’s on me, i’m shy as fuuuck) but i think you’re the sweetest and i love your energy so so much !!!

sending a bucket load of love and kisses your way <3

MWAHHHH I LOVE YOU MOOT <<<33333 I am sending you BIGGGG smooches back!!!!!! and also a basket of strawberry biscuits (delivered by my very own Meowguru)(pls give him a forehead kiss before sending him on his way :333 )😽😽💛

[juliandev0rak]

Tumblr is strong but Brigit is stronger!!! (faust vs the courtiers in heart hunter vibes) Lysander sends Beatrice ❤️💖💗 —leila-of-ravens

hehe @leila-of-ravens

Beatrice reaches into her cloak pocket and pulls out a biscuit for Brigit, “Thank you for delivering the message!” 

She blushes as she reads the note that includes these sentiments and has to sit down for a minute, “Brigit what do I write back, he’s so sweet...”

Brigit gives her a quizzical look in response and Beatrice laughs and gives her another biscuit. “Ok fine, I’ll write it on my own.” 

She sends Brigit back to Lysander with a note that says simply, “I love you!” because really, does she need to say anything more? She also presses a red-lipstick kiss to the folded up note. 

[whatthefoucault]

Ok no but hear me out, because what if, before Stede and the gang make it back to Ed and them on the ship to get the band back together, Ed finds out that in the intervening, like, couple of days, Stede “died” in the most absurdly dramatic way possible, and just sort of finds his way on sadness-autopilot to the Bonnet home, looking for, what, closure? Just to be where this man he loved so much came from and maybe, in some disjointed and incomplete way feel near him again, despite everything? And Mary’s there, clutching a sharp object behind her back and she’s like oh no a vaguely threatening crime man what are you doing here wait why are you crying and Ed’s like, I was... a friend of Stede’s, I think, and Mary’s stance softens, and she lets him in and makes a cup of tea.

And she explains as po-faced as one can “exactly” what happened, and they sit there awkwardly in the Bonnet front room, not having much to say to each other, and Ed takes in their surroundings, unchanged enough presumably from when Stede lived there to be both a visceral reminder of all of the wonderful things he was, and also a fierce indicator of why he chose to leave.

“Nice house,” he tells her, trying to remember the rules of small talk. “Did you... paint that?”

He points at a large canvas that now hangs over the sideboard of what looks to be a very detailed close-up of some flowers.

“I did, actually,” she says. “A couple of weeks ago. It’s - ”

“A lily,” Ed suggests.

“A vagina,” Mary says, at the same time.

and Ed nods, unsure how to follow on from that. Mary gives him an apologetic smile.

“So I guess you two were close friends?”

“I think so,” Ed tells her cautiously, not about to bare his entire soul and the deep, devastating love he holds for Stede to the man’s widow, for fuck’s sake.

“Well, he’s in a better place now,” Mary assures him. “He’s free.”

And with that, the tears are back, and despite himself Ed’s shaking and ugly-sobbing, and Mary begins to reach a hand out to give him a pat on the shoulder, but thinks better of it and just offers him a hankie instead.

And Ed’s emotions are catching up with his brain, but now his thoughts are too fast and too all at once to word them properly, but he’s trying anyway despite himself. “We were - I was going to - and then he, I thought, but - but then - ” he manages between sobs.

And Mary is given pause. Wait a minute, she thinks, as it slowly dawns on her. Why would it mean this much to this guy, unless

“Sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“Uhh, it’s Ed?”

And she lights up. He isn’t exactly who she would have expected, all goth and intimidating and stuff, but she also doesn’t know what she did expect. But on the other hand, if this is Stede’s Ed, then

“You’re Ed? Shit, what are you doing here? Stede’s going to be looking for you.”

Which makes no sense to Ed now, because “But Stede’s - you mean he’s a ghost?”

And she leans in with a conspiratorial smile. “Okay look, I obviously couldn’t tell just any old friend, but you’re Ed. It was, what did he call it? A fuckery?”

And Ed understands, he thinks, hopeful. “You mean... he’s...”

And Mary laughs. “No, he’s fine,” she tells him. “Staged the whole thing. It was brilliant! He’s gonna be out there looking for you right now.”

And Ed’s whole body melts with relief, pooling in the deep cushions of the velvet settee. There are too many emotions rattling through his body at once. edwardteach.exe has stopped working

“He's? Wait, how do you - no, doesn’t matter. No, yes it does. You've heard of me?”

And Mary’s like, “I know my ex-husband loves you very much.”

And Ed’s like

But wait, she’s cool with him just fucking off with another fellow, he thinks? And she explains that their marriage sucked and she’s fucking thriving and she’s genuinely happy he’s happy.

And after a few more biscuits, now that the mood has lightened considerably, she sends Ed on his merry way to go smooch her ex-husband probably. They’ve still got some shit to talk through together, and he’s going to hug that stupid brilliant man SO HARD and he’s still not sure what his emotions are doing, and he doesn’t know where he’s going, but he’s, like, so gay for Stede right now oh my god that absolute fucking human treasure ughhhhhhhhhh FEELINGS

And Doug comes in a few minutes later looking Terribly Concerned, as Mary’s brushing biscuit crumbs off the coffee table, and he’s like “Mary, are you ok? I saw a vaguely threatening man leave just now. He looked just like Blackbeard???”

And Mary’s like he

WHAT

[hetalia-reacts]

Husband Allies headcanons please

America

honestly, the biggest change that happens from bf to husband is that he calls you his wife/husband all the time

like "oh hello stranger have you met my wife/husband?" "how's my lovely husband/wife?"

please maybe do the classic spouse things like tying his tie for him or giving him a goodbye kiss before work/meetings it would make his whole day

and expect him to do that for you if you somehow have to leave before he does

if you work please expect him to send you gifts like bouquets of flowers or those edible bouquets that say 'from your loving and heroic husband~'

if you're a house spouse still expect the bouquets, but at a grander scale since he doesn't have to worry about you struggling to carry or drive them home

literally sweeps you off your feet every day

he just likes to hold you

please expect a minimum of one (1) 'I love you' every single day even if you two are fighting

England

Maybe a bit sad but even after a long while he's still surprised you said yes to marrying him

Arthur makes you tea every morning either before he leaves for work or before you do (or he'll make you some coffee if you prefer but he really doesn't understand how you like it)

honestly really loves it if you were to openly flaunt that you were married to him

like confidently showing off your ring or offhandedly mentioning that he was your husband in conversations with strangers

it plays on repeat in his mind randomly, gives him a big ol' burst of serotonin

please cook for him, he literally cannot, and even though it kills him to admit it even to you, he'd rather bite the bullet and be able to eat good food

cooking dates perhaps?

fighting is nearly non-existent but when it does happen it depends on who's right

if he is, he won't apologize, he won't hold a grudge against you for not apologizing, but no apology is leaving him

if he's in the wrong please believe he will be awkwardly but sincerely apologizing to you

France

my oh my one of the best husbands you could ask for honestly

he's showy by nature so expect the same treatment Alfred gave but take it up a notch and make it sound more mature

Always quick to show you off as his wife/husband

if you show him off?

it's OVER for him

it makes him so giddy and uncharacteristically blushy

no matter if you're good at cooking he'll always cook for you, especially if it's dinner

Francis would be really appreciative if you made breakfast tho as he enjoys his beauty sleep and also likes a good breakfast

you will be pampered more so than when he was simply your boyfriend

want a dress? a suit? a game? a dog?? Say no more, it's yours

fighting?? In this household?

jk it happens but it's never serious

it's always him trying to be melodramatic and be an actor

Russia

do I hear a runner-up for one of the best husbands to exist?

while he's not going to show you off by telling people, he will tell them in more subtle and maybe not so subtle ways

like kissing your hand in a way that shows off your ring or holding your hand randomly while talking with others so they'll maybe notice the ring

he wants to be showy but he doesn't want to be too showy or too obvious about it ya know?

show him off and prepare to see Ivan embarrassed and flattered that you wanted to show him off

I feel like he sleeps like the dead and while he isn't grumpy in the morning, Ivan does not want to get up especially if you are still sleeping and cuddling with him

he would also enjoy it if you did classic spouse things

please fix his scarf or his hair before he leaves and kiss him goodbye

pack him lunch too maybe uwu

all I can think of is back hugs where he just rests his head in the crook of your neck and thanks you for marrying him in a super soft and emotional moment

like he genuinely never thought this would be in his future and he sometimes can't believe someone came to love him enough to accept a life long commitment

fighting is never, like seriously

for you he is soft and he doesn't want a fight, he just wants to talk it out without any yelling or storming away

China

never tries to contain his enthusiasm towards being married to you

always tells people he is married, it's just a natural part of his introduction now

lowkey offended if you don't do the same to some extent

if you are a house spouse good luck because Yao is stealing your lively hood

he's already gone shopping, did the laundry, made breakfast and packed lunch, and cleaned the house

like he leaves you nothing to do at home

if you aren't a house spouse well then you basically have a househusband

your lunch is ready, breakfast is served, you aren't leaving until he looks you over, and you best not even t h i n k of leaving without a kiss because you will be hunted down and smooched

fighting is semi often though usually never heated or serious

when it is serious, he would like an apology if he was in the right because while he tries not to hold a grudge it ends up happening just a little bit

if he's in the wrong he apologizes sincerely and honestly while presenting you with some tasty Chinese food as a kind of peace offering

Canada

up there for the best and most affectionate husbands

he's not very showy unfortunately even though he would love to be but more often than not nobody notices him so he never gets the chance

though you on the other hand

if you were to show him off and get him noticed he'd be very appreciative and blushy because wow, you really loved him enough to marry him AND tell others who he is

he's a simple man what can I say

never even worry about breakfast, Matthew has this in the bag

he makes whatever you want if you request it, but if not his default is pancakes, that good Candian maple syrup, eggs, bacon, and biscuits plus whatever it is you fancy to drink in the mornings

maybe even meal preps/makes lunch for you?

he sends you gifts during the day occasionally

simple things like a small bouquet of flowers and a card or a stuffed animal he may have seen while he was out and about

morning routine is kisses before either of you leaves

why do I feel he has one of those rubber rings for the both of you so neither of you loses or get your real rings dirty during work or outside activites

no fights happen, I'm sorry but there is nothing to fight about, not even playfully because he would just let you win

haha unless you wanted to fight about which hockey team was better or play him, in which case it's your loss always

I am so sorry this took so long, my brain just refused to offer any thoughts for like 2 hours while I was trying to write this and I couldn't move on until I finished this

[tired-biscuit]

HAI BISCUIT (i always have to fight the urge to call you bisky like in hxh)

i just wanted to stop by and give you a big fat smooch 💖

hiiii, it’s okie most ppl on here call me bisky, lol!! thank you for the smooch, i am sending one right back at ya!! <3

[twinnedpeaks]

twinned peaks, official beige mutual [which is an incredible colour], HOW ARE YOU + i am handing you a biscuit and some tea that’s your favourite flavour. ily and hope you’re well! 🤍

YOU ARE THE KINDEST ily sending u a big smooch !! im same as usual and tired from work lmao working in catering is a lot harder than youd think :/ just had a cup of chili tea. how are you beloved? <33

[solicuttle]

Toritsuka’s Guide To Surviving The Zombie Apocalypse

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Blood, Violence

Characters: Most of the cast

A very, very self-indulgent zombie apocalypse themed post. Not sure if I’m going to add a reader to this?

The world goes to shit when Toritsuka is getting his first (willing) kiss.  He hasn’t seen her face yet but any girl who doesn’t run away at “hey cutie wanna smooch me?” must be beautiful.

She doesn’t seem to dislike the idea of kissing or start screaming bloody murder the minute Toritsuka leans in. It’s not as picture perfect as he thought his first kiss would’ve been-- kissing under the bleachers after skipping graduation is hardly scenic but Toritsuka’s a wise man, it would be dumb to waste this opportunity.

She’s close, so close he can feel the puffs of her breath on his face and—holy shit her breath stinks. Toritsuka stumbles back with a groan, hand clamping over his mouth to resist the urge to vomit. It takes less than two seconds to stand back up (leaning away from our first kiss is douche behavior) and he’s ready to apologize (and offer a few mints to her), “I’m so sorry—” he steps back to avoid the obvious slap he might receive; Toritsuka looks up – half of her face is a sickly green, and there’s a gaping hole where her eye should be.

He vomits on her shoe. And then runs, screaming bloody murder.

Toritsuka’s feet take him back to the school, because where else would he go?! Home is too dangerous, what if he runs into another not-cute-girl who wants to kill kiss him? He bursts into the gym – or well he tries, but Hairo’s blocking the way. The red head is built like a tank, and he refuses to budge, “What the fuck? Let me in, I’m going to be sick—”

At his words, a loud sob breaks through the room. Toritsuka stops his panic-induced struggling and turns towards the sound. It’s Teruhashi, this is a sight he never thought he’d see, but she’s curled into the corner, crying. Still as beautiful, but she’s crying. Mera and Yumehara sit next to her, Mera eating a packet of biscuits with vigor but the distress on her face is clear. Yumehara is staring blankly into the wall, scratching her arms vacantly. The blue graduation dress she’d spent ages gushing about is dirty and tattered.

The lights are flickering – they’d been working perfectly fine when Toritsuka had left from boredom – and whenever it swings and creaks it elicits another round of hushed sobs. Any words Toritsuka has dies on his throat, he goes lax in Hairo’s hold.

“Have you been bitten or scratched?”

The words come from Nendou, the weirdo sitting next to Kaidou – and Kaidou is obviously trying (and failing) to resist the urge to cry. Toritsuka mutedly shakes his head, and the redhead finally pulls him in before crushing him into a hug, “You aren’t dead! Amazing!”. Toritsuka balks, Hairo’s words cracking the tense atmosphere.

“Why would I be dead?!” Toritsuka once again struggles in Hairo’s hold, the other male not even flinching as he slams the doors shut. “Answer the question? Did the teachers find out I left after I received my diploma—”

“The teachers aren’t here anymore—” Kaidou’s wail interrupts his sentence; at the look of pure confusion on Toritsuka’s face, Kaidou adds, “You don’t know what’s going on, do you? Are you an idiot or something?”

“What’s going on?” His words have Kaidou staring at him incredulously. The blue haired male stops crying for a second, little laughs coming out. He’s in hysterics—Toritsuka would’ve cursed him out but Hairo flexes his muscles once and suddenly Toritsuka’s out of breath. Damn his hold is tight.

“You’re an idiot.” Those words have Yumehara murmuring in agreement, “The news—the news s-says that there’s a parasite and its killing people,” and that’s the most Kaidou says before he breaks into another fit of sobs and mumbles incoherently about “the doings of dark reunion”.

Whatever the fuck that means.

Hairo finally sets Toritsuka down. He gasps, inhaling that sweet, sweet oxygen that Hairo deprived him of. Kaidou is obviously a lost cause, the boy crying about the “Jet Black Wings” and Nendou’s too busy laughing at Kaidou. Not that Nendou was ever an option-- has Toritsuka ever mentioned how annoying Nendou is? A whole real girl liked Nendou before him! It’s times like this that Toritsuka truly understands that life has no balance.

A screeching sound snaps Toritsuka out of his jealousy induced reverie. Hairo’s pushing up chairs against the door he’d just come from. Toritsuka’s brow furrows from confusion, “Why are you pushing chairs against that door? There’s another one over there.”. He points at the curtains, many people forgot about that door when they hid it beneath the frilly curtains. That’s how he’d escaped their boring graduation.

Mera frowns, “There’s another door?” Her words come out muffled due to the food in her mouth.

“Close your mouth a bit Mera, some food is flying out.” Teruhashi takes a break from dabbing her eyes with tissue to kindly remind Mera. Said girl turns around, stress clear on her face,

“Eating relaxes me!”.

“Relax differently then I—” Yumehara���s words are cut off by a low growl. Toritsuka’s blood turns cold.

“Did you guys hear that sound?” Nobody gets to answer, another growl reinforces the idea that they are going to get mauled to death by something. Sure, they could exit through the door Hairo just finished blocking but that doesn’t account for whatever they could run into outside.

The curtains ruffle, the thing behind it obviously struggling. Teruhashi pales more than Toritsuka thought humanly possible—and this is the perfect opportunity to be her knight in shining armor but any thought of approaching her ends when the curtains rip at the seams. It’s a… thing.

The thing is hunched over, frothing at the mouth. It’s jaws gnash with each passing second, Toritsuka should move, should leave before the thing tries to kill him but his legs refuse to move. Is this how he’s going to die, at the hands of an ugly zombie? Even though it’s a staircase and a few tables away from them, Toritsuka can see his life flash before his eyes. He hasn’t even gotten his first kiss and he’s going to perish in obscurity.

The zombie growls, its maw opening to show a deformed set of teeth. Mera sucks on a lollipop. Toritsuka says his goodbyes.

And in the moment where he’s supposed to die—Toritsuka doesn’t die. The zombie falls down. Toritsuka’s eyes widen in surprise, the zombie nothing more than an unmoving splatter on the floor.

“Are you alright?!” Toritsuka never thought he’d be happy to hear Kuboyasu’s voice but in this very moment he could sing praises for the other boy. Kuboyasu’s suit is skewered, and tinted in red – its probably blood, but Toritsuka isn’t willing to think about why.

“Yes, I’m fine – I was about to protect the ladies,” the withering glare Yumehara sends his way shuts him up.

“Toritsuka’s still alive?” The voice is annoyed, and immediately Toritsuka knows who it is.

“Saiki!” The pink haired male stands next to Kuboyasu, dark green suit surprisingly neat and tidy. His glasses are in immaculate condition unlike Kuboyasu’s blood stained pair. “Why would I be dead?” Toritsuka sputters indignantly, “I can keep myself alive just fine.”

“Ah? You said you were going to be sick when you came in—" Toritsuka frowns, glaring at Nendou. The idiot smiles in return, and it takes all Toritsuka’s willpower to not throw a chair at the goof.

Saiki walks down the stairs, a frown etched on his face and holy hell Toritsuka has never been so happy to see him in his life—

When the thing came in, and Saiki and Kuboyasu killed it almost instantly, it hit Toritsuka: Saiki and Kuboyasu must be the protagonists of whatever horror story Toritsuka’s got himself in, and everyone knows the protagonists are typically the best people to be around. Unless you’re a woman – then you’ll become the damsel in distress, and nobody wants to be a real-life damsel in distress.

The only path to survive is obviously to stick close to Saiki (Kuboyasu’s a muscular freak so that’s a no), and the best way to do that is to let Saiki know he’s dependable!

“Saiki, I love you so much!”

“No.” Saiki’s words are the nail in the coffin.

“But without you I’ll die!”

Mera turns to face him, a chicken wing in her mouth, “I don’t think this is the time for a confession, Toritsuka.”

[puppypeter]

Stucky Catfish AU prompt(s)?

I keep watching Catfish episodes and I cannot stop thinking about potential stucky aus? Ft. a bit of angst

1) Shrunkyclunks: Steve was found but now there is already a new Cap in the world and Steve just wants to be Steve. The more he lives in this new world, the more he is overwhelmed and struggling with his mental health. There is just so much noise, so much choice, no one has brought him up to speed on anything and he doesn't know anyone. He feels out of place and wishes he had never been found in the ice. He ends up being very scared to leave the house. The only person he sees is this lady that comes to install 'the internet' and the teenager from the rescue centre where he adopts a puppy called Dodger. Everything else he needs he orders online or on the phone and gets it delivered. But loneliness catches up to him and googling about he ends up on a dating website and makes a profile 'Grant Dodger'. There he starts talking to Bucky and it goes from there. Bucky is beautiful, he is very patient with him (especially about him not getting many references... 'what do you mean you haven't seen this movie?', but he's nice about it, they start reading the same books and then move on to have phone conversations while watching the same movies). But Steve keeps avoiding Bucky's offers to video chat ('I don't know how to do that') or to meet. He doesn't look the way he used to, he has let his hair and his beard grow, he looks 'rougher' and has put on some weight (apparently super soldiers can do that). But it's not even just the appearance, it's that he just doesn't know how to interact with people anymore. And he knows it's going to scare Bucky away. He has been himself on the phone, but he has also lied to Bucky. Eventually with the help of Nev and Max they end up meeting. They are very suspicious because they can't find anything about him online at all. But on the phone he sounds very genuine and admits that he is very scared of going out, so they agree to fly Bucky out to him. Steve orders some flowers and makes some biscuits. He's shaking when he comes out of the house, dressed the best he can (in some very old fashioned way!!) and 'these are for you?' he says as he extends the flowers to Bucky, face bright red, lips bitten and eyes on the verge of tears. Bucky loves him so much.

2) Shrinkyclinks or Post-Serum non!Cap Steve/Modern!Bucky: Second option is if it's Bucky catfishing Steve. I can see it as Bucky being a veteran and having been captured/tortured by Hydra, which has left him with many scars and missing his left arm. He never got a prosthetic cause the one that was given to him was only making everything worse. Now either Bucky uses his flatmates Brock's pictures or his twin sister Becca's pictures, or he only sends selfies very up close of his face, looking a bit to the left so as to hyde the scars on his left temple (he has let his hair grow out, but he's still self-conscious about them). He meets Steve online, they exchange pictures, Steve is beautiful, sweet, an amazing artist (or a big sweet himbo frat-boy). But Bucky keeps refusing to meet even if they don't live too far (he moved to New Jersey when he came back from the war, NY was just too much for him, too many memories). Steve's friends keep insisting he's being catfished by an old guy using someone else's pictures, so they call Nev and Max. Bucky reluctantly agrees to meet up. He's very scared of Steve's reaction, but Steve is just so in love and so fricking relieved that it's not an old guy that he just wraps Bucky up in his arms and smooches him ("You are gorgeous). If he used Becca's pics then I just imagine Nev/Max and Steve's friends being very surprised when Bucky admits that is his twin and sorry and i didn't mean to trick you and Steve just goes in for that kiss.

3) A way to combine both? If they both catfished and lied to each other but there were reasons why?

[slusheeduck]

Binding Resolution

https://slusheeduck.tumblr.com/post/626433636773838848/binding-resolution[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

Chapter 3

              The backpack falls from your hands with a loud thud, and the lovey-dovey exchanges come to a screeching halt. Queen Vanessa’s head snaps over to look at you, ice-blue eyes narrowing suspiciously before she puts on a stiff smile.

              “Darling, who’s this?” she asks through her teeth.

              The Prince—should you start thinking of him as Snatcher? But that’s so weird—looks over at you. “Hey, kiddo, welcome back to the world of the living,” he says with a smile, though it fades as he pulls away from Vanessa to crouch down in front of you. “Well, maybe I spoke too soon. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

              You laugh. You know you shouldn’t, but like, come on.

              Despite the fact that you did not actually find his comment that funny, he relaxes. “Well, that’s more than you’ve said all day.”

              “Darling, who is that?” Vanessa’s voice is much more clipped, and her smile seems frozen in place. You don’t like that.

              The Prince, however, is unphased and pats your hat. “An urchin I picked up off the street, obviously. Getting ready for a life of indentured servitude.” He smiles down at you. “Do I have to tell you I’m joking now, or are you catching on?”

              You manage a weak laugh. These jokes of his weren’t really that funny to begin with, but now they make you a little sick. He pats your hat again as he looks back to Vanessa.

              “She’s just a little visitor. Got lost in the woods, so we’re getting her rested up before finding out where home is.”

              Vanessa’s stuck smile finally disappears, now replaced with an exaggerated pout. “But…but I came home early so we could spend a whole extra day together.”

              “And we will, my love, we will.”

              “But…I don’t want anyone bothering you today! I mean, apart from me, of course.” The pout becomes even more exaggerated. “After all, we’re getting married soon. We should be spending every moment possible together to get ready.”

              The Prince shakes his head with a fond smile, then walks back to Vanessa and presses a kiss to her forehead. “We have plenty of time, my princess, don’t you worry.” He takes a step back, keeping his hands on her arms. “Look, I’ve already had the Dwellers cooking up some food, and I’m sure you’re exhausted after fast-tracking it home. Why don’t you…” He taps her nose. “…go freshen up, and I’ll take care of some business I got behind on thanks to our visitor, and then we’ll all meet up in a bit for brunch. Deal?”

              Vanessa giggles. “Deal,” she says, leaning forward to kiss him again before jumping up to give him a tight hug. Over his shoulder, her bright smile drops as she looks down at you, something in her eyes sending a chill down your spine.

A moment later, she bounced back out of his arms. “I’ll miss you every moment we’re apart, my prince,” she coos.

              “And so will I, my princess.” He kisses her again, then pulls away to walk down the hallway.

Vanessa watches him go, then sighs before stomping her way up the stairs. From your spot, you hear the door open. “Why are you in here?” you hear her ask the Dwellers. “My bedroom should have been UNTOUCHED.”

              You decide now is a good time to see what the Prince is up to.

~

              You find him in an office, tucked away in the back corner of the mansion. You don’t think you ever got this far, but then again, you might not have been able to recognize it if you had. The Prince is crouched over his desk, quill scratching quickly over paper.

              You’re willing to bet pons to donuts that he’s writing out contracts of some sort, but probably ones of a less soul-stealy nature. And, since he’ll one day be legally obligated to be your BFF, you figure you might as well take a look.

              “Oh, hey, kid. You looking to be put to work?”

              You hesitate for a moment, looking at his desk. Pages upon pages of letters are scattered all over it.

              “I won’t turn down the help, pull up a chair and grab a quill.” He pushes his pot of ink so it sits between the two of you, then puts his hand over it. “Wait. You can write, can’t you?”

              You send him a flat look and nod.

              “Just checking! Someone is definitely feeling better, isn’t she?” He pulls his hand back, picking up his quill again. “Anyway, I’m just writing letters to the Dwellers, so don’t worry about being too fancy. It sounds sappy, but…we’re pretty isolated out here, so I like sending them some mail every now and again. They’re always over the moon to get some from the ‘outside world,’ even if it’s just a smiley face.”

              You smile a bit as you start to write. This is much nicer than outright stealing mail and redelivering it. Huh, Snatcher really wasn’t that bad of a guy before everything happened, was he?

              A thought crosses your mind, a kind of terrible one. Generally speaking, trying to change the past is a BIG no-no, even bigger than dropping a Time Piece. But…if…and this was a BIG if…but if you could stop the break up from happening, then maybe Vanessa and the Prince could stay normal, and Subcon Forest could stay happy. In that case, it’d be better for everyone involved, wouldn’t it?

              The Prince interrupts your thoughts by cracking his knuckles. “Jeez, writing this much makes my hands cramp up. Back in school I would have actual dreams about being able to write up contracts with just my mind. But I suppose that’s the life of a prince, isn’t it?” He takes up his quill again, then pauses. “Well, technically, that’s the life of the Grand Duke of the Subcon Forest—actually, technically Grand Duke and District Attorney of the Subcon Forest. But that’s a mouthful, isn’t it?”

              Attorney? You knew it.

              The Prince catches your smug look and grins. “Bet you haven’t heard of a noble lawyer, have you, kid? Well, I haven’t, either. But lawyers who are minor royalty are also pretty rare.” He laughs at his own joke, and you politely laugh with him. “Anyway, I thought it’d be a good thing to have in my pocket, you know? But—and contain your surprise at this, kid—there’s not much in terms of legal settlements out here in Subcon. But who knows, maybe it’ll come in handy when I’m king. There’s all sorts of treaties and stuff to take care of, and I won’t have to worry about Subcon when it’s not my domain anymore.” A strange expression crosses his face at that, and he abruptly sets the quill down. “Anyway, I think that’s enough letters for this round. I’ve got ribbons in the drawer there, we’ll just roll these up, tie ‘em off, and then pop them into some mailboxes.”

              You nod, then open up the drawer. You don’t find ribbons, but you do find a very official-looking piece of paper with the word “Contract” embellished at the top.

              Really, you’re surprised it took you this long.

              You pull it out, looking it over. It’s much longer than the ones Snatcher gave you, with a lot of big words and sentences that seem to go on forever. But you do pick out “Queen Vanessa” and “marriage,” so it’s probably…

              “Heyyy, hey, hey, that is definitely not ribbons.” The contract is plucked out of your hand, and the Prince puts it back in the drawer in a hurry before slamming it shut. “Anyway, you don’t want to read that. It’s all boring marriage stuff. Did you know there’s a whole bunch of legal processing when you get married? No, wait, of course you wouldn’t, you’re, like, six. Annnnyway…”

              “My Priiiiince!”

              This time, the Prince looks downright relieved at the squeal, and this time he’s prepared for Vanessa to launch herself at him, deftly catching her and setting her in his lap.

              “I was wondering when you’d be coming in,” he says, leaning forward to rub his nose against hers.

              “Oh, I’m sorry to keep you waiting, darling,” she replies, giving him another pout. “It was those Dwellers. Someone apparently messed up my bed while I was gone.”

              For a moment, you and the Prince lock eyes over her shoulder, both of you fighting grimaces. The Prince breaks away first, putting on a mock-serious face as he cups her chin.

              “Well! I’ll be sure to get to the bottom of it, my love. We can’t have your bedroom getting messed up.”

              Vanessa giggles before snuggling up to him. “It’ll be so much easier when we’re married. I’m not letting you out of my sight, ever, and so I won’t even need a visiting room out here in Subcon! Just think, no more incompetent Dwellers demanding your attention and messing up our beds.” She lifts her head. “Speaking of, have they finished brunch yet? I’m starving.”

              The same strange expression crosses his face, but only for a moment before his smile’s back on. “I’m sure they are by now. Why don’t we get going?” He helps Vanessa to her feet, then, keeping a hold of her hand, presses kisses up the length of her arm as he stands up himself.

              Jeez. You knew the two of them were in love, but this is just gross. But you’ve already decided you’re going to try and help, and “gross” is much more preferable to “murderous.” Even so, you’d almost prefer having them be their current selves if it means no more baby talk and gratuitous smooching.

              “Hey, kid, come on. Bet you’re starving after the morning you’ve had,” the Prince says. He doesn’t seem to notice when Vanessa grips his arm tighter, nor the icy look she sends your way before giving a sharp smile.

              “Of course. Wouldn’t want our guest to go hungry.” The smile drops, and she tugs the Prince out the door, much more roughly than she needs to.

              You get the feeling she doesn’t like you much. But much more important is the feeling that your stomach is empty, so you shake it off and follow them.

~

              You haven’t had brunch before, but you’ve decided it’s now your favorite meal of the day. At least, it is in Subcon Forest.

              There’s eggs and sausage and biscuits and fruit and, most importantly, cookies! For BREAKFAST! Time travel is notorious for making you hungry, and you’re pretty sure you’ve inhaled six of these breakfast cookies before you’ve even sat down properly.

              You realize halfway through your second sausage that you’re probably not behaving the way you should when having  brunch with royalty, but the Prince doesn’t seem to mind all that much.

              “Careful, Vanessa,” he says as you reach for yet another cookie. “Looks like we might have someone who loves cookies more than you.”

              “Not possible.” Vanessa’s voice is flat, and she hasn’t so much as touched her fork yet. Instead, she’s just staring at you. Her face is composed, but you still get the impression she’s imagining some not very nice things.

              The Prince doesn’t seem to notice, instead stirring his coffee with another laugh. “You really ought to come back when Vanessa’s the one in the kitchen. Her cookies? Ugh, to die for.”

              Suddenly, you don’t want to eat anymore cookies. Possibly ever again.

              “Oh, if you’re looking for jam, try this one.” The Prince nudges a small jar toward you. “Here, I lo—” He catches himself. “It’s my favorite.”

              You’re not sure what’s weirder: the way he corrected himself, or the fact that you’re getting jam recommendations from Snatcher. Either way, you decide you might as well try it. As you’re spooning it onto some toast, another heavenly smell comes from the kitchen. This one seems to pull Vanessa out of her one-sided staring contest with you, but she doesn’t seem any happier. In fact, she looks outright angry.

              “What is that?” she snaps at the Dweller who enters the room with a covered dish.

              The Dweller pauses, their masked face going between Vanessa and the Prince. “It’s, uh…actually, I think it needs to go back to the kitchen.”

              “Show me what you’ve brought,” Vanessa says through her teeth.

              “Vanessa, love…” The Prince tries, but she holds up a finger to shush him. The Dweller is visibly shaking as they lift up the cover on the tray.

              “Bacon?!”

              You swear you see the lights flicker, and you sink down in your seat as she continues to shout at the Dweller.

              “You know bacon is not allowed at the table!”

              “Vanessa, darling, it was a mistake.” The Prince is immediately on his feet, turning Vanessa around to face him. The Dweller took the chance to bolt back into the kitchen. “I mean, you dropped by much earlier than planned and…”

              “I don’t care! I won’t have you loving something more than me first thing in the morning!” She gasps suddenly, then narrows her eyes up at him. “Have you…have you been eating bacon when I’m not here?”

              “No, no! Of course not, dearest. And anyway, you know I could never love anything more than you, especially not some cured pork.”

              “I don’t want you to love anything but me!” she snaps back at him, pushing him back before crossing her arms in a huff. “Not bacon, not this stupid forest, nothing.”

              Immediately, the Prince is behind her, hugging her tightly despite her stiff pose. “Don’t be ridiculous, love. You know I love you more than anything, Vanessa.”

              For a moment, she stays stiff, but then she leans against him with a sigh. “I just…after my last relationship…”

              “I know.”

              “And I get so worried…”

              “I know, I know. But I’m not like him.”

              Vanessa lets out a shaky sigh, then turns and buries her face in his chest. The Prince strokes her hair silently for several minutes, then lifts her head and rubs her cheek with his thumb, smiling gently.

              “Better?”

              Vanessa nods.

              “I think, love, that you’re exhausted.” He leans down to kiss her cheek. “Look, I’ve still got some Dweller business to attend to. Why don’t you take a nap, and then by the time you wake up, I’ll be right back.”

              She looks up at him with big, blue eyes. “Promise?”

              “Promise.”

              Vanessa nods, then pulls the Prince down to give him a very long kiss right on the lips. Finally, she lets him go. The Prince blinks a few times, looking stunned, then shakes his head.

              “C-C’mon, Kid. Can’t keep the Dwellers waiting for their mail,” he says, smiling woozily.

              You quickly hop down from your chair, all but running to the Prince’s side after witnessing all that. Despite everything telling you not to, you look back at Vanessa. She’s not smiling as you two go, and as a shadow crosses her face, you swear you can see a trace of red in her ice-blue eyes. You pick up the pace and turn back around, sticking as close to the Prince as possible as you both exit the house.

              You’ll be the first to admit that you don’t know the first thing about relationships. After all, you’re just a kid. But what you’re seeing doesn’t seem normal, and maybe your goal here shouldn’t be trying to keep the two of them together.

              Maybe it’s keeping them far, far apart.

[Chapter 4]

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If you’re still taking prompts for later “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

Hide and Seek

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: This is pure smut, so 18+ only, please! Some light exhibitionism and accidental voyeurism, dirty talk and lots of banter. 

A/N: Here we have it, folks! My first Tumblr prompt. The pairing wasn’t specified for this one, so I’ve gone for Stucky. This can be read as taking place in the same universe as I Spy With My Little Eye, or it can be a standalone thing, whichever you prefer! Thanks for sending in this prompt, anon! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you’ll enjoy it ���️

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“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

Steve whispers the words in Bucky’s ear as he gives his ass a squeeze, setting Bucky’s blood on fire as much with desire as with acute exasperation.

“Well, Steve,” he hisses, “you’d better get your hands off me then, if you want me to keep quiet.”

Steve slowly shakes his head, a small but perfectly infuriating smirk playing on his lips. “Sorry,” he mouths, clearly not sorry at all. “No can do.”

“Ass,” Bucky mutters, rolling his eyes so hard he can see the inside of his skull.

Steve just grins and gropes Bucky’s ass again. “Exactly.”

Since the two of them are facing each other, standing chest to chest, Steve’s groping causes Bucky’s hips to, well, buck against Steve’s, which makes them both moan, which is not something they should be doing when all that separates them from their friends is a flimsy wooden door. Bucky and Steve are currently hiding in the walk-in pantry attached to the communal kitchen in the Tower, where most of their teammates are having breakfast. 

Bucky’s been protesting from the moment Steve got that glint in his eye that could mean nothing but trouble, grabbing Bucky’s arm and dragging him into the pantry a millisecond before the rest of the Avengers stepped out of the elevator and into the kitchen. Unfortunately, despite his protestations, Bucky’s been hard ever since Steve started kissing his neck with those stupid, soft lips of his, which was approximately one second after the door closed behind them. It’s just no use. Bucky’s body betrays him every single time Steve gets his hands or mouth on it, even if he’s valiantly resisting in mind and spirit.

It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy all the groping and smooching, of course he does. He’s a red-blooded male and Steve is Steve. It’s just that Steve wants it all the time. Including at highly inopportune moments, such as when Bucky is trying to wash his hair, when he's on the phone with Fury, when he's brushing cat hair off his sweater with one of those roller thingies or when he’s just trying to have some breakfast on a regular Sunday morning.

Which is what he thought he was about to do just a few minutes ago, until apparently Steve had had another idea.

Silently, Steve spins Bucky around, pressing up against his back and wasting no time in getting his mouth on Bucky’s neck again – which is totally playing dirty because Steve knows that’s his weak spot, goddammit. To add insult to injury, he then starts moving his hips in a slow, dirty circle, grinding his dick on Bucky’s ass, and despite his objections, despite himself, Bucky feels himself turn to putty in Steve’s hands.

It’s crazy, really, how hungry they still are for each other. Not just considering they’ve been together since 1938, but also because they had sex not an hour earlier, just after they woke up. Steve is truly, genuinely insatiable – had been before the serum and it'd only gotten worse since – and Bucky, even though he’d never admit it, is just as bad. The only difference between the two of them is that Bucky also has other interests besides fighting for noble causes, saving the world and getting laid. Bucky also likes knitting and cats, for example.

Wrapping one huge arm around Bucky’s chest to keep him close, Steve slides the other down Bucky’s stomach, lower and lower until he’s cupping his cock through his jeans. It takes him approximately five seconds to work him up to full hardness – which, embarrassing – so Bucky’s glad when Steve stops teasing and simply unbuttons Bucky’s jeans before pulling them down his hips. When Steve wraps a big hand around Bucky’s cock, giving him a few slow, teasing strokes, Bucky grips Steve’s forearm so hard he'll probably leave bruises. They’ll fade within minutes anyway, Bucky muses a little wistfully. Already, he’s wet enough to make the slide of Steve’s big palm over his dick nice and smooth, and Bucky’s eyes fall shut in pure bliss as Steve works him over.

He only gets a second to savour it, though, because the next moment Steve turns them both around again, making Bucky face the back wall of the pantry. Automatically, Bucky's hands shoot up to brace himself on the shelf in front of him, and he sends up a quick, silent prayer that it won’t break under his weight or the pressure of the arm. 

Steve plasters himself to his back again, his broad torso big and hot against him, shoving his hands under Bucky’s shirt to grope at his chest. Since that’s another one of his weak spots, Bucky hisses, squirming as Steve pinches his nipples and kneads his pecs like he’s a goddamn cat making biscuits. Still, he can’t help but lean into the touch, needing more, arching his back the way he knows Steve loves. Steve’s mouths at the back of his neck, kissing his nape and nipping at his trapezius. Bucky experiences a full-body shiver.

Steve and his sinful mouth, Christ on a bicycle.

“C’mon, Steve,” he murmurs urgently, grinding back against him and feeling Steve’s huge, hard erection through his slacks. The sooner he gets that inside him, the better.

But Steve, being a bit of a bastard, chuckles and says, “Thought you wanted me to stop?”

Bucky grits his teeth. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, you asshole.”

“Oh, I’m an asshole?” Steve asks, before slipping a hand between Bucky’s cheeks, teasing at his entrance with two big fingers. “And what’s this, then?”

Before Bucky can reply – and he fully intends to – Steve pushes his fingers inside and immediately curls them, brushing Bucky’s prostate. Bucky gasps, pushing back onto Steve’s fingers, which are conveniently slick, because apparently Steve has taken to carrying lube around everywhere he goes now on the off chance he might get an opportunity to defile his boyfriend in a public space.

“Dick move, Rogers,” he manages to grind out, already breathing much harder than he’d like.

“Not quite yet,” Steve quips, because he’s also a smartass. Steve pulls back, and for a second there is only the sound of Bucky’s rapid breathing and the rustle of clothing, and then Bucky tenses in sweet, sweet anticipation as he feels the head of Steve’s cock nudge at his hole.

“Yes,” he breathes, silently willing Steve to hurry up, which, blessedly, he does.

Steve pushes in slowly, just the tip at first, stretching Bucky out so deliciously he almost wants to cry with how good it feels. He’s still loose enough from earlier not to require more prepping, something which Steve takes full advantage of when he suddenly shoves in deeper and slides home in one powerful thrust.

An unbidden sound escapes Bucky’s throat, something guttural and needy that he’ll vehemently deny came from him if he ever were to be questioned on the subject, and Steve shushes him immediately.

“What did I say about keeping quiet, Buck,” he scolds him in a low voice. Bucky has half a mind to bite his stupid boyfriend’s stupid wrist because you try to stay quiet with a superhero dick up your ass, Rogers.

He does make an effort to keep in the sounds that want to spill out of him though, pressing his lips together and screwing up his face in an attempt to give some sort of expression to the acute pleasure when Steve starts pumping his hips.

Where this morning had been soft, unhurried lovemaking, the two of them luxuriating in the fact that they had a whole Sunday morning to themselves, this, right now, is anything but soft. Steve does not hold back. He sets a fast, steady rhythm; smooth, powerful thrusts that have Bucky gasping for breath within just a few seconds. After years and years of being together, learning each other’s bodies, Steve knows exactly how to angle his thrusts to wring every last drop of pleasure out of Bucky. Steve’s cock feels impossibly hard and hot inside of him and it's so good.

“Oh, god,” Bucky moans softly, unable to help himself. Steve’s arm tightens around him in warning, but Bucky is almost at the point where he doesn’t give a fuck anymore about who might be able to hear him. On some level, he’s grateful that Steve usually stays much more in control of himself in situations like these, because Bucky’s pretty sure he would regret it immensely if they actually did get caught with their pants down. Literally.

“Shhh,” Steve murmurs in his ear, lips moving against the shell in a way that makes Bucky shiver again. “You be good for me now, Buck. The others are just behind this door, remember? They’ll hear you if you’re noisy and we wouldn’t want that…” He slowly traces the tip of his tongue over Bucky’s earlobe before adding, “…now would we?”

Before Bucky has a chance to reply, Steve snaps his hips forward forcefully, driving into him so deep Bucky nearly goes cross eyed and his mouth drops open in a silent scream.

Steve hums. “That’s it. That’s perfect, Buck.”

Something lights up in the back of Bucky’s brain at the praise, and he feels good, so good, thinking, I can do this, I can be quiet, I can be good.

Unfortunately, Steve chooses that moment to up the tempo and pound into him, really going for it now, and fuck, Bucky was wrong, he can’t do this. A low, pained whine escapes him, which prompts Steve to clap a hand over Bucky’s mouth, muffling his moans and forcing him to breathe heavily through his nose. His body feels strangely tense and loose at the same time as he gives himself over to Steve’s full-body assault, unable to do anything but brace himself against the shelf in front of him and take it.

“Oh, you like that, Buck?” Steve coos, not once breaking his punishing rhythm. “Yeah, I think you like that.”

Bucky groans into Steve's palm, furiously nodding his head.

“You know what else I think?” Steve continues in a low whisper. “I think you like the idea that your friends are just on the other side of this door. I think maybe you get off on the risk of getting caught, hmm? Does it get you hot, baby? Knowing they’re right there and have no idea that you’re in here getting fucked?”

The words spark electric in Bucky’s brain, touching on some things he hadn’t even fully realized about himself yet but which, obviously, Steve had managed to figure out before him. He’s not even surprised anymore, at this point, but he does whine, high in his throat.

He feels needy, hot all over, suddenly so, so close. Reading Bucky’s body like an open book, Steve takes Bucky’s neglected cock in his free hand, pumping it one, two, three times at the same time as he sinks his teeth into Bucky’s neck, and Bucky gasps, body jerking helplessly in Steve’s grip as he starts to come. Distantly, through the filth that Steve is still whispering into his ear, he registers that he’s spilling all over the sacks of wholemeal flour on the floor in front of him – oops – and then Steve’s thrusts turn sloppy and he too is coming with a low, almost inaudible groan.

For a moment, they stay perfectly still, just catching their breaths as the world around them slowly comes back into focus. Bucky slumps back against Steve’s wide chest, and Steve – beautiful, loyal, wonderful Steve – holds him up, like he always does. With his free hand, Steve magically produces a handkerchief to wipe his hand and dab ineffectually at the sacks of flour, which Bucky makes a mental note to replace later. And then Steve, the fucking asshole, gets a plug out of his pocket, which means he totally planned this, which means he was confident that he could get Bucky to agree to a quick fuck in a fucking supply closet not ten yards from all their friends and teammates, which, argh. Bucky vows to himself that he will have his revenge, but for now he just bites his lip as he lets Steve plug him up.

Pulling Bucky’s pants back up, Steve gives Bucky’s ass a pat to indicate he’s all done before buttoning up his own jeans. Bucky finally turns around, a glare firmly in place, but when he opens his mouth, ready to give Steve a whispered piece of his mind, Steve swoops in and kisses him.

Now, the thing is, Steve’s kisses have the unfortunate side effect of dispelling every last thought from Bucky’s brain; a fact of which Steve is clearly well aware, seeing as he uses it to his advantage happily and frequently. Oh well, Bucky thinks dazedly as Steve pulls back and gives him a wink. There’ll be plenty of time to yell at him later, when he’s not feeling quite so loose and sated.

Steve finally lets go of him then. He turns towards the door, putting his ear to it and listening closely, but as far as they can both tell, all is quiet now. It’s not unusual for the team to have a quick breakfast even on Sundays. There are always things to do, people to see, after all, so Bucky assumes everyone has left by now.

Steve seems to come to the same conclusion, because he grabs the handle and opens the door –

 – and freezes.

Because there, sitting at the breakfast table with her ankles crossed on the table top and giving them the smuggest smirk Bucky has ever seen, is Natasha ‘Black Widow’ Romanov.

“Well, well, well,” she drawls, wicked glint in her green eyes as she slowly drags her gaze up and down their bodies, no doubt registering the state of their clothing and the hickeys on Bucky’s neck. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Bucky feels himself going red as a beet, but when he chances a glance to his right, Steve is smirking right back at Nat.

“Whoops,” Steve shrugs, easy as anything. He reaches for Bucky’s hand and pulls him towards the elevator. “Guess we’re busted.”

As soon as they step into the elevator, Bucky presses the button to their floor, desperately willing it to hurry the fuck up. It’s not like he’s scared of Natasha, but he’s also not not scared of Natasha.

“Oh, and Nat?” Steve says, almost as an afterthought. “I know you and Wanda were planning on making blinis this afternoon, but you might wanna ask Jarvis to order in some new flour before you do. The stuff that’s in the pantry might be a little – sticky.”

Bucky is treated to the rare sight of Natasha’s eyes widening a fraction in horror just before the elevator doors slide closed.