#Burnt Popcorn Cookie

[chibifox2002]

Ayo Burnt Popcorn Cookie, you got a lil something on your face bud.

C'mon, don't be making messes now..

[insomni-frog]

I burnt my bloody popcorn!!!

(Burnt Popcorn Cookie belongs to @chibifox2002 )

[sweetbans29]

Support - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You are an advocate for Caitlin's W transition (based on THIS request)

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 5.1k

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AN: The request was very specific and I am going to be honest, I did not follow it to a T but I hope you enjoy!

"Hey CC, you better hurry up the game is starting," Jada yells from the couch. Caitlin taps the microwave in hopes that will speed up the popcorn. It doesn't.

Cait hurridly puts the chocolate chip cookies on a plate, cursing as she keeps burning her hand on the cookie sheet that she just pulled from the oven. She places the last cookie on the plate, grabs the popcorn bag, and scurries to the living room with the other girls.

The team had just finished a summer training session and booked it back to Caitlin's place to watch the game. It was one they all had been talking about for weeks.

"You know one of you could have helped me," Caitlin says passing the popcorn to Jada and placing the plate of cookies on the table. A swarm of hands comes to grab them, leaving 2 on the plate.

"You didn't ask," Jada says like it was a fact, and Caitlin rolls her eyes.

"Sorry, we'll help next time," Kate says as she finishes her cookie.

"Yeah, whatever," Caitlin says as the game tips off.

"CC, my popcorn is burnt," Jada whines as she tries to pick through the burnt pieces.

Caitlin doesn't respond, her eyes glued to the screen as you make your first appearance in 11 months.

You were the first pick in the 2021 draft, there was no question about it. You had led your team to two championships, back to back. There wasn't much left you felt you needed to do at a college level and declared for the draft. The NY Liberty getting first overall pick made the decision a no-brainer.

When you were drafted, you were in the best physical shape of your life. Tired, yes, but more ready than you have ever been for the jump to the W. Getting to NY and starting in training camp confirmed even more that this was the right decision for you. When games started, you realized that the transition was way more than you had expected. The physicality yes, but the mental transition was even harder. You went from a near-perfect season your senior year to losing what felt like every other game.

You were only 7 games into the season when the worst happened. It was during an away game in Minnesota when you went down and you went down hard. The pop in your left knee was something you were trying hard to ignore but the scream you let out was anything but ignorable. When it happened the whole arena went silent as you made your way off the court - only accepting help when you got to the tunnel. After a few scans, you learned you had torn your ACL, officially taking you out of your rookie season.

Caitlin remembers watching the game when it happened. If Cait were honest, she had been watching your game since you entered college. She watched your freshman year as your game immediately translated into a college setting. She watched as they built a team around you your sophomore year, already anticipating playing you when she becomes a Hawkeye. Then your senior year, her freshman year, when your team knocked out hers in the Sweet Sixteen.

It was in Caitlin's freshman year when you had been posted up against her - playing elite defense and causing Cait to have the single worst game in her college career thus far. She went back and reviewed the tape multiple times to see what had caused her to become so shaken. As she watches it, she realizes several things.

First off, you put your head down and do the work. She rarely sees you arguing with the refs when a call doesn't go your way. She actually finds it comical how your teammates go up questioning the ref or trying to explain how what her team did was a foul and you just jogged to the other end of the court.

Second, she noticed how calm you were while playing. You handled the ball like you were playing a pick-up game with some friends. It was mesmerizing to Caitlin. So often she felt like she played all over the place, and if she were to watch herself it was obvious, but when she watched you - you never once seemed jarred.

Third, your vision is similar to hers. She can only assume you see what she sees. Your vision on the court and IQ for the game is one that she hopes to continue working at. As Cait watches you scout out the floor, you don't always go with what she would expect or do herself. It was almost like a game of chess to you. If you saw the defense react a certain way, you would adjust and get them thinking you were going one way when really you would get everyone to shift, waiting until the last second to show your hand. That is what got under Caitlin's skin during the game. It was almost as if you were baiting her and were playing a head game with her. It was most obvious when you were on defense and were able to pick apart her offensive strategy. It was almost like you knew what Caitlin was going to do before she knew it.

The last thing she noticed had nothing to do with the game, and she almost missed it the first four times she watched the tape, but it was the way she caught herself looking at you. Caitlin throughout the whole game was stealing glances of you. She thinks back to the game and feels herself start to blush. She remembers how your cheeks would tint red and how you stood there with your hands on your hips when something was taking too long. She remembers how your team would gravitate to you because she also wanted to. She remembers how after playing a whole game, when you were giving high-fives, you looked over and smiled at her - your eyes looking directly into hers until she finally broke the contact. She realized that not only was she swayed by your game but she took a particularly deep liking to you.

As Caitlin sits with her team watching your first game back, yes she is watching you because it is your comeback game but also because since she has realized she has taken a particular liking to you, she wants to watch you nonstop.

You take the court and isn't the game you want as your first one back but you are back. You are still figuring out how to move on the court with the adjustment of a weaker knee but know that will come with time. To anyone watching, you looking good as new but you know your game is different - so does Caitlin.

You end the game going 12/4/8 with 2 steals and a block. You aren't super happy but you know you are your biggest critic. You also have to remember this is the first game of the season. After the game, you check your phone to see messages from a handful of people congratulating you, responding to them all with some sort of reaction you open Instagram and scroll. Any time you see anything about you, you scroll right past it.

You stop on a post about the winner of the Dawn Staley Award winner. You see it went, for the second time, to Caitlin Clark - a guard out of Iowa. You wrack your brain and remember playing her in college, she is a solid player. It is tough that she has won the award back to back her freshman and sophomore years. You post the achievement to your story with the caption '1-of-1'. You then click on her profile and give her a follow before locking your phone and heading to the post-presser.

Caitlin gets a notification and immediately stands up. When the game ended, the girls didn't move and kept snacking on whatever was in front of them. Cait is the first one to move.

"Woah, are you okay there?" Kate asks grabbing Caitlin's calf. Kate's sitting right next to Caitlin and lost balance when the girl decided to stand up without any sort of notice.

Caitlin didn't know what to say as she just stared at the notification of you following her. She shows Kate.

"Holy shit, there is no way," Kate says looking at her phone. "That is sick."

The other girls are asking what happened and Kate tells them that you followed Caitlin. Cait sits back down and taps on your story only to see a photo of her. She sits there with a stupid smile on her face. You know who she is. You know who Caitlin is. You posted about her winning an award right after you just took the first dub of the season.

Caitlin tries not to let it get to get head considering you are a pro and she still had two (possibly three) more years in college but that is hard to do when the player she is crushing on now knows who she is.

Time flies when you are having fun. At least that is what Caitlin tells herself as she has just played in her last college game. What a time it has been for her. She brought her team to the championship game twice but fell short both times, never being named with a title. She is now headed to the WNBA draft and will likely go first, making her way to Indiana.

The transition is fast and before she knows it, she is moving in to an apartment in Indianapolis and preparing for training camp. When games begin, she feels like she hasn't received a break in what feels like a year. In reality, it has only been six months but the amount of play she has had both in her senior year and entering the W is overwhelming.

The thing is - Caitlin would never outright say she is overwhelmed, rather just swallow it and keep going. She may not say anything but her body language and eyes tell the story.

You on the other hand have started the season out on fire. Your mindset for this year was redemption. Over the last two years, your game wasn't where you had wanted it to be coming out of college and coming back from a major injury but where you are now is a much better place than you were before. The year you came back from injury, your game was anything but great. You had the worst season you had ever had playing, including the very first year you started with the sport. It was downright embarrassing but that is what drove you to be where you are now. It may have taken longer than anyone had expected but you have arrived.

It is a few games in when you are asked about the rookie guard.

"What are your thoughts on Caitlin Clark? She has been struggling in her transition and many people have been comparing it to your start in the W," one reporter asks. You smile and let out a little chuckle.

"You all love to pick apart a player when they're down, don't you," you begin and your media manager is in the back corner giving you a death stare. When it comes to the media, you have never had a problem calling them out. Unlike you on the court where you just put your head down and play, when it comes to how the media depicts players - well that is something you don't stand for.

"You need to give the girl some space to breathe. I feel like every time I open Twitter it is a huge rookie feast and it's not cool. It is like the world has forgotten they just got done playing their asses off in March and now you expect them to come into a league, freshly adapted to a different game," you say and continue before anyone can cut you off. "It was just a few days ago when I saw something circulating about how these rookies are facing a rude awakening and I laughed. I laugh because people are not looking at the whole picture. Looking at her box score is not a fair assessment of her game. I've been able to catch a few of the Fever games and yes, they have room to grow but all of our teams do. Do you all see the way she is running the floor? Have you looked into how many times she touches the ball? Like, come on, her vision of the game is the same as it was in college - she is now, alongside a team, are both learning how to adapt to play with her. You all may not say she is coming in and dominating but just watch - she will have you all stunned by the Olympic break - use that a headline."

You glance back at your media manager and they have they are rubbing their eyes as their head shakes back and forth. You personally don't think you have said anything out of line but you know you'll get an earful for something. And you do but not as badly as you thought you would.

On the other side of things, Caitlin gets out of a game where she went 8/5/9. She got in her head and stayed there. She gets out of her own post-presser to see a link from Jada.

When Caitlin opens it, she sees you with the headline '[Clark] will have everyone stunned by Olympic break'. Caitlin quickly opens the link and watches you talk. A smile can't help but make its way to her face as you call the media out and speak praises about her.

'Just wait until you see this game, if you see this game', Caitlin thinks as she flinches again at the thought of her efficiency this last game. The link is followed by Jada being Jada.

[Jadaaa: Your girl's got your back, think you can work up the nerve to talk to her when you face off in a few weeks?]

Caitlin knows the younger girl is joking but the feeling that swells in the pit of her stomach thinking about talking to you has her feeling sick.

As much as Caitlin doesn't want to think about you, she does. She can't help it. The last time she faced up against you, you handed her the single worst game she has ever played and in her mind, she wants to show you what she's got.

Little to her knowledge, you were also looking forward to your match-up against the rookie. It has been years since you played against her and look forward to seeing how she has grown. Also, to see how you two match up in the W.

The game finally comes, too slowly in Caitlin's eyes but finally here.

You are the first one on the court. It's not unusual for anyone who knows you but when Caitlin walks out, she stops dead in her tracks. She should have known you would be on the court already but she was so used to being the first one out that it never occurred to her that there would be someone else out there with her.

Caitlin makes her way out and begins to warm up herself. She wants to go over and talk to you but chooses to keep stealing glances. Soon enough, the whole team is out doing a shoot around and the opportunity has passed.

The game is about to begin as the teams take the floor. You go over and hug one of Cait's teammates and high-five the others. When you make your way to Caitlin, everything moves in slow motion for the younger girl.

You come up to her, wrapping one of your arms around her waist. You lean in and whisper something only she can hear.

"Have fun today, it's just you and me on the court - forget about everyone else, and let's have some fun." You tell her.

Caitlin smiles and nods as her cheeks heat up from your closeness. You pat her lower back and get positioned.

The game is a battle.

You play like you have been since the beginning of the season. You hit your double-double in the third quarter and are working towards a triple-double, which would be the second one of the season if you get there.

Cait is also playing better than she has yet and you can even see a little smile come out every now and again.

It is in the fourth when the two of you are standing next to each other during one of your team's free throws.

"Having fun?" You ask.

"Actually, I am," she says, surprising herself with her answer.

"It will get more fun, just wait and see. You're getting there C," you say and she smiles.

"I actually want to tha-" Caitlin begins but is cut short when your teammate knocks down both free throws and the ball is back in the Fever's possession.

The fourth quarter finishes and your team had come out on top by just 2 points. The closest game of the season thus far. It was probably the most fun you had in a game since you got to the W.

In the post-presser, you are asked about the rookie guard again.

"Now that you have faced Caitlin firsthand, what are some challenges you see in her game?" a male reporter asks.

You flat-out laugh at the question.

"You're kidding me, right?" You say and you already see your media manager waving her hands in the air to stop whatever it is you are about to say.

"I am tired of you guys hounding her into the ground. She played a tremendous game today - what was it, another double-double for the rookie? What more does she have to do to show you all she is already dominating in the W? This is midway through her first season playing the sport professionally. She is already doing the damn thing. What you all should be asking is how much more capable is she? If she is doing this in her first year, what will she be doing next year? In 2 years? 5? Like come on, she is already playing better than any of you could so I don't know why we are still talking about what she can't do," you say and stand, tired of their stupid questions.

You are on your way out when you add one last thing.

"Caitlin Clark is a force of nature. She is one of one, I said it about her in college and I will say it again with her in the W. She is unlike anyone we have seen before and you should all be more concerned with how high her ceiling is versus how low to the ground she stands."

You walk out and wait for your media manager to rip you another new one. You don't care and just take it.

When you get back to your hotel, you ignore all the things you are tagged in and open Caitlin's profile.

[You: Hey, this may seem out of the blue but I wanted to let you know I am on team Caitlin. You know the media spins things but keep your head down and play your game and they will see. I've been where you are, I know the media is a circus. Feel free to call or text if you need anything]

You follow your first message with a second that contains your number. It was a little bold and your motives are pure, mostly.

No one asked but if they did, you would tell them that you remember playing Caitlin in college. You remember how your one and only match-up was one of the toughest of your college career. You would speak to how you have followed her ever since, catching every game you could when she played. You were just as mesmerized as she was and neither of you had a clue.

Cait gets back to her apartment and falls on her bed. She unlocks her phone for the first time since the game, a rare occasion but she doesn't want anything to do with what the media was saying about her after that game.

Similarly to when you first followed her, she shoots up to a sitting position on her bed. She scans the message a thousand times.

Caitlin, who was just tired is now wide awake and smiling. She cannot believe her favorite player (and crush) has just given her phone number.

Her phone begins to go crazy in an old team group chat.

[Jadaaa: CAITLIN FREAKIN CLARK]

Jada then sends a link to another post-game presser.

[KMoney: Bro, it is your game to lose now. She's pro-Clark]

[Stulke: I'll start planning the wedding!]

[Caitlin: I bet you can't guess who just got her number 🫣]

[Jadaaa: SHUT UP]

[Stulke: Yep, wedding planning in progress]

[KMoney: I call dibs on making a speech]

[Jadaaa: Get in line Kate, I am getting first speech]

[Caitlin: Shut up]

Caitlin debated sending you a message but decided to wait until the morning. When Caitlin wakes up, she shoots you a text.

[C: Hi...I want to say thank you for always defending me. You really don't have to but I appreciate it]

[C: It's Caitlin btw]

[C: Caitlin Clark if that wasn't clear]

Caitlin feels like an idiot after she texts three times in a row. She locks her phone and throws her head into her pillow with a groan when she hears a 'ding'. She pulls her phone up to her face.

[You: I thought you weren't going to message]

[You: It's cute that you felt the need to put your first and last name]

[C: Didn't want to get mixed up with someone else]

[C: I don't know how often you hand out your number]

[You: Not often]

[You: So...who is Caitlin Clark?]

The two of you messaged pretty consistently. Messages turned to phone calls, phone calls turned to Facetimes then before you knew it you both were talking about anything and everything.

Caitlin's season has gotten better as the Fever as a team has grown, winning more games in a stretch than losing.

It is a few games later after a win that Caitlin is sitting in a post-presser with Aliyah. An interviewer asks if Caitlin has seen the clips of you talking about her in her post-pressers.

Caitlin blushes and looks down, trying to hide her rosy cheeks. Aliyah chuckles and nudges the girl who is now covering her uncontrolled smile with a towel.

"Ya...I've seen them," she says as she removes the towel to show her smile. "I think it is pretty cool how she stands up for me. I have been watching her for years now and love her game so it means a lot when she speaks of me with such grace."

"Ya, I've caught CC watching that presser probably five times now," Aliyah says throwing Caitlin to the wolves. Someone's got to do it right?

Caitlin playfully pushes Aliyah.

"Way to out me," Caitlin says and hides her face again.

There aren't many more questions asked and Caitlin feels like she is in the clear. That is until she gets a call from you.

"Hi," she says with a smile. She doesn't know it but you can tell by her tone when she is smiling.

"Five times, five times is a lot C," you tease her.

She is glad you aren't standing in front of her because the blush that had subsided from the presser is fully back. The truth is that she watched it 15+ times now.

"What can I say? I like watching people praise me," she says trying to speak with confidence.

"Isn't that cute," you say.

"And you are the one who is calling me right after I get out of a presser and you are calling me obsessed?" Caitlin asks.

"That's fair, I won't call next time," you say and Caitlin immediately says 'no'. You laugh and she is thankful you can't see how fast her face turned red.

The conversation is light and flirty before she has to go.

"I'll see you at All-Star weekend," you say, and are looking forward to seeing the rookie. It would be another fun match-up with you being on the Olympic team and her being an All-Star.

"I look forward to kicking your ass," she says, the confidence in her voice dominating over the phone.

You laugh and give her some nonsense response. You've learned she wouldn't talk a big game to the public but when it was just the two of you, that's a completely different story. To you, she talks a big game and you let her. You know she has the game to back it up but you also know you have the ability to slow her down and that is exactly what the plan is for your next meeting.

The weekend arrives and the fun begins. You are included in the starting lineup for the Olympic team while Caitlin is in the starting lineup for the All-Stars.

Your eyes meet hers and you smile. She returns it as you walk up to her. You greet her.

"You ready?" You ask as you pinch at her hip. She swats your hand and shakes her head but your hands are persistent.

"Oh I am more than ready," she says trying to hide her smile.

"Why don't we put a little skin in the game," you say as you lean into her.

"I win, I get to take you out," you say and Caitlin feels a heat rise in her.

"And what do I get if I win?" She chokes out.

"Whatever. You. Want," you say. Caitlin smirks.

"You're on," she says as the two of you shake on it.

The two of you go head-to-head in the game. Caitlin plays one of the best games she has in the W so far. You take note of how hard the girl is working but you also put in the work, having quite the game yourself.

In the final minutes, the score is tied. Your teams switch off points as the seconds wind down.

You have control of the ball, trying to set up the play. Caitlin is guarding you - poking her hand in to try to get the ball away from your hands. You turn and use the screen that Stewie sets up for you, stepping back you put up the three. As you come down, Cait gives you a little push causing you to fall to the ground but you just catch sight of the ball bouncing on and then out of the rim.

Caitlin then proceeds to stand over you, in the heat of the moment, showing you and the crowd that she is tough.

You get to your feet and bump her chest - exchanging a few words.

Someone comes and pushes you back from Cait while they grab Caitlin's arm but you don't back down, bumping Caitlin again.

By now both of your teams have gotten involved and the refs are trying to separate the two of you. As you feel yourself being pulled back you blow Caitlin a kiss.

You both receive techs.

In the final few seconds, all you have to do is not foul and play solid defense which you do, making Caitlin pass it for the final shot that doesn't fall. Team USA taking the victory.

As you celebrate with the team on the court, you also go and hug your opponents from the night making a conscious decision to end with Cait.

When you go in to hug her, you can tell she is moody.

"I'm picking you up at 10 tonight, be ready," you say and wink at her.

As much as Caitlin wanted to win, she couldn't help but be excited.

Once everyone clears out and makes their way back to the hotel, you quickly shower and head to pick Cait up.

When you get to her door and knock, she answers within seconds.

"Someone is a little eager," you joke and she blushes.

"Well it's 10:20 so technically you're late," she says.

You laugh.

"Okay C, come on," you say and lead her on a walk. The two of you talk and she opens up about her experience so far, asking you questions left and right. You answer every single one of them.

"Where are you taking me?" She asks, half expecting the two of you to just stay in her room.

"Patience, we are almost there," you say as you make a turn and Caitlin sees it.

You have brought her to an outdoor court. It is dimly lit and there is a single basketball laying on one side.

You jog to pick up the ball and she walks over to you.

"I just had the best game of my career so far and you want me to play more?" She asks trying to sound annoyed but she isn't annoyed at all.

"Thought we could play a little one-on-one," you say bouncing the ball between your legs before passing it to her. You can tell she is a little skeptical but goes along with it. She begins to bounce the ball and your hand immediately finds her hip, giving it a squeeze like you did before the last game. The same blush as before rose in her cheeks. She works her way around you but your arms wrap around her waist not letting her go anywhere.

"Foul," she yells as you pick her up with her still holding the ball.

"This isn't a normal game babe," you say and she gets the hint. You put her down, still standing right behind her with your hands on her hips. "Take a shot," you whisper in her ear as your lips graze her neck.

Caitlin swallows and puts up the shot missing it.

"That's not fair," she says turning around.

"Better luck next time," you say bringing your hand to graze her cheek. Your eyes go from her eyes down to her lips as you lean in painfully slow.

Caitlin grabs your shirt and anticipates your lips on hers. When they never come, she pouts.

You run to grab the ball and pass it to her again.

"No bucket, no kiss," you say and you can see her demeanor change.

Caitlin locks in.

"Oh it's on," she says as she is ready for the one-on-one action.

AN: Here you go! Let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

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⁴⁶⁾ high-end restaurant steak frites

⁴⁷⁾ mango sticky rice

⁴⁸⁾ salsa verde and tortilla chips

⁴⁹⁾ stale bottled water

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contains: fem!reader, foul language, crying, happy ending!

𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

summary: you and Chris were getting ready for a movie night when suddenly you had to use the bathroom, you leave your phone on the couch and chris decides to look through it.. when you come back and see him going through your phone you get a little upset which causes an argument between you two.

“Is the popcorn almost done babe?” you ask Chris while putting bags of different candies into a bowl.

“Yea has like 2 more minutes.” He replies, leaning on the counter next to the microwave waiting for it to beep as he watches me carefully with loving eyes and a gentle smile as I make a mess on the kitchen counter, he pushes himself gently off the counter and walks over to me, opening a bag of sour gummy worms and popping a couple into his mouth before pouring it into the bowl of candy.

The microwave beeps and Chris instantly bolts to the microwave to take the popcorn out. “Carefully baby you don’t wanna burn yourself.” I tell him with a hint of worry in my voice. “I won’t sweetheart don’t worry about me.” He says with a soft giggle as he roams through a cabinet looking for something before finally finding the item. “I got these!” He says as he turns around and presents his hands to me, on the, were oven mitts. I look at his hands for a couple seconds before looking at him and bursting out into laughter. “What? I won’t get burnt!” Chris says through laughter. After a couple minutes we both calm down and he finally takes the popcorn out of the microwave and transfers it into a bowl.

“look at all this!” He says proudly showing off all the snacks on the table, looking at me with a wide smile.

“Yea I can see!” I reply with a nod, admiring his adorable expression.

He grabs the popcorn and gummy’s before practically sprinting over to the couch. “You grab the sodas and cookies!” He says as he plops onto the couch with the snacks in his hands, placing it on the coffee table in-front of the couch.

I before doing as he said and walking over carefully to the couch, placing the rest of the snacks and drinks into the coffee table before plopping down next to him, immediately cuddling him as I wrap my arms around his torso and lay my head on his chest.

Chris looks down as me with a soft smile before kissing me on the top of my head and wrapping an arms around me, pulling me in closer.

We pick out a movie and after a couple minutes I can’t stop moving around and cannot for the life of me sit still.

Chris looks at me in confusion. “you okay babe?” he asks with concern in his voice. I pick my head up off his chest and look at him with a small, uncomfortable smile as I nod. “Yea.. I just- like really have to use the bathroom but I don’t wanna miss this part cause it’s my favorite..” I say with a slightly more embarrassed look. He looks at me and giggles before kissing me on my forehead. “Baby.. go use the bathroom I’ll just pause it for you okay?” He says as he tilts his head. “are you sure cause I don’t wanna like ruin-“ “don’t even finish that sentence. go.” He says with a soft smile before patting me on the back gently and scotching over so I would go. “ok I’ll be right back.” I say as I get up and quickly go into the bathroom.

Chris nods and giggles again as he watches me scurry into the bathroom and close the door, he looks down at the spot I had just been sitting in and sees my phone. He looks at the bathroom door then back at my phone and picks it up, he knows the password to my phone so he puts it in and starts going through it.

A couple minutes later, I’m finishing up in the bathroom as I’m washing my hands, I turn behind me to grab a towel off the rack to dry my hands with, after placing it back down I walk out of the bathroom to see chris on my phone.

The second he here’s the door open he looks at me with my phone still in his hands with a blank expression. “you feel better now?” He says as a grin starts to appear on his face, seeming to think I don’t care that he’s just going through my phone.

“Why are you in my phone?” I say in a confused tone as I slowly walk over to the couch.

The large grin that was plastered on his face was quickly replaced by a confused expression. “what I can’t go on your phone anymore?” He says in a slightly offended tone as he looks at me with our confusion in his eyes.

“no it’s just..you could’ve asked me you know?” I say in a slightly upset but reassuring tone.

“Oh god don’t tell me your all upset cause I was on your phone.. baby I was just looking don’t be weird.” He says in a more annoyed tone.

I look at him in slight shock before sitting down next to him on the couch. “I-im not.. being weird I just don’t think it’s right for you to go through my phone without me knowing..” I say as my voice starts to crack slightly.

“yea yea take your fucking phone and go cry about it like you always do, you see why I wanna go through your phone? Cause your so fucking protective over it you probably care about that shit more then you care about me.” He says to me angrily as he tosses my phone to me as he stands up , looking at me with an annoyed expression.

When he tosses my phone it lands on my forearm hardly. I gasp out of reaction to the pain and grab my arm as I start to cry softly. “C-chris w-why are you being like this..” I ask him through my sobs quietly, barely above a whisper as I look at my arm which my hand is still wraps around.

He looks at me as he hears the gasp escape my mouth, realizing he had accidentally hurt me. He shows the slightest bit of guilt in his eyes before going back to being completely angry. “your a cheating bitch.. I saw the guys in your phone. Who the fuck is Aiden???” He asks angrily, stepping closer to me.

I look up at him, my eyes filled with tears and mascara running down my face, my hand still gripping my arm gently, staring at him a moment slightly shaking before finally responding. “chris.. o- oh my god that’s my-“

“Save that bullshit for someone else y/n, I’ve had enough of this shit. Everytime I try to look at your phone you always get all bitchy and cry like a baby.. maybe that’s cause I treat you too much like one when your not. Your a fucking adult y/n. Grown the FUCK UP.” He tells me, basically screaming at me. I look at him in disbelief and shock as my tears come to a haunt and anger fills me. He has never yelled at me like this before, he’s never really yelled at me.. ever. Chris is usually very sweet and does as much as he can to make people happy and show them that he loves them and cares about them so this was very unexpected and odd for him to do.

I’ve always been know as a sweetheart, my smile and laugh is very contagious to others and I have a very bright aura and outlook on everything. Another thing about me is that I’m extremely sensitive and do not take yelling well at all. My mother always told me “if anyone raises their voice at you, especially a man, do it back.. but worse and louder.” But I never listened because I was afraid. Mostly because of what happened when I did.. My last relationship lasted for year and a half and I wish it didn’t last at all. He was very abusive, mentally at first and then it started becoming physical after our first argument, he raised his voice so like my mother said.. I did that same but louder and worse and that really set him off.. he starting throwing things and it got very violent.. after that day we went through my phone every time he saw me on it.. he wouldn’t even let me text my mother or anyone. I didn’t know how to escape but eventually I did then I met Chris and I first I was scared to start talking to him but he showed me that I could trust him and so.. I told him everything about my ex and he promised to protect me.

Since Chris knows about my ex, he knows I don’t like getting yelled at and I’m extremely sensitive but he’s doing it anyways.

Suddenly I stand up off the couch, clenching my fists. “Who the FUCK do you think you are????” I yell angrily at him. “You know EXACTLY why I cry when you look through my phone.. usually I’m okay with it but when you don’t ask that’s when it’s an issue. And trust me Chris, I fucking know Im not a baby.. but do you?? Do you know your not one? Because this entire argument doesn’t back up your claim to be mature.” I yell at him, out of breath and eyes filled with tears. Suddenly I start bursting into tears. “Fuck you asshole.” I say through sobs as I push him before cupping my face as I cry into my hands.

Chris stumbles back slightly from the push but still stands in-front of me, looking at me in shock from the rant I just went on, he’s still angry but the feeling of regret and guilt are starting to take over as he sees you break down into your own hands realizing how much he fucked up but still deciding to get the last word in, letting anger win over guilt.

“fuck you.” The second those words fall out of his mouth he instantly regrets it but he can’t say anything else, he’s afraid that no matter what he says nothing will fix what just happened so he stays quiet, letting the regret and guilt take over his body and he stands there watching you fall apart.

I sniffle and wipe my tears away with the bottom of my palms before meeting his eyes again, my bottom lip quivering. “I can’t- … I can’t do this.” I whisper out as I start to cry again softly. “your such a dickhead.” I whisper before quickly walking past him, running upstairs into our bedroom and slamming our door.

When I get upstairs I instantly start sobbing, i plop onto the bed grabbing my favorite stuffed animal bringing my knees up to my chest and crying into it.

After a couple minutes you fall asleep, chris is still downstairs. His head is spinning as he’s pacing back and forth thinking of what he needs to do to solve this. “What the fuck is wrong with me???” He asks himself angrily as he slams his fists into the kitchen counter.

Chris eventually (after about 2 hours) decides to go upstairs to check is everything’s okay. He quietly but quickly makes his way upstairs, when he reaches the closed bedroom he stands there for a moment thinking of whether or not he should go in, after a couple seconds he hesitantly opens the door and sees you sleeping, cuddled with your favorite stuffed animal and his heart immediately drops, seeing you laying there with you tear stained face and puffy eyes makes him feel even worse, he sits down gently on the edge of the bed as he watches you, talking in everything about you as he starts to cry as silently as possible, he puts his face into his hands as he starts to sob.

I hear little sniffles and quiet sobs coming from the end of the bed, when I open my eyes I see Chris sitting there crying and I instantly sit up, immediately waking myself up completely. “chris?” I say quietly, trying not to startle him.

He looks up from his hands and into your eyes, seeing how red they are from you crying and hearing you say his name makes him start crying even harder. “Y/n I- I’m so.. so sorry.” He says in between sobs, not taking his eyes off yours. “Im a piece of shit I’m a terrible boyfriend and person I’m so sorry baby.. I’m so sorry.. I’m sorry for everything I said and my actions and just everything I’m so so sorry my sweetheart there’s nothing I could say that could explain why I did that cause I have no idea I’m just such a fucking idiot and I don’t wanna loose you.. I CANT loose you your the love of my life I can’t loose you.” He goes on as he sobs, grabbing your face gently.

I start tearing up as he goes on his rant, I shake my head. “baby- please listen.. your not any of that, you hear me? Im sorry for over reacting about my phone I have nothing to hide from you, you can go through it whenever and I’m sorry for being a sensitive little bitch I-“

“Shhhh no no no do not even try that shit little girl you had a reason to get upset. I didn’t. Please do not blame yourself for this. Please. This is all my fault and I’m sorry. Im so sorry.” He says as he wipes the tears from my cheeks.

I nod slightly not completely agreeing with him but giving in anyways.

He looks at me as his tears come to a stop, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs gently as he admires me. “im so sorry my sweet girl. I love you so, so much.” He whispers as he tilts his head still admiring me.

“I’m sorry too..i love you.” I say quietly.

“no more sorry’s from you your not aloud to be sorry your too perfect to be sorry.” He says with a soft smile obviously trying to cheer me up.

A smile on my face starts to grown slightly, I look away from him and cover my face as I start to blush, falling into my back on the bed rolling onto my side.

He giggles slightly before laying next to me grabbing my waist and pulling my as close as possible. “There’s that pretty smile.” He says with a smile on his face as he pries my hands off my face to see my smile.

I giggle slightly as I move my hands from my face and hug him tightly, laying my head on his chest before yawning.

“Okay sleepy girl let’s go to to bed.” He says before kissing the top of my head and reaching behind me to turn off the bedside lamp.

“good idea.” I reply quietly with a soft smile plastered on my face as I lay my head on his chest, our legs intertwined underneath the blanket and our arms wrapped around each other, making it physically impossible for us to get any closer, both our body heats making us warm as we slowly drift to sleep in each other’s peaceful presence.

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(This is my first fic so it’s definitely not gonna be the best but hopefully you guys enjoy! if you guys have any recommendations or suggestions let me know and I’ll do!! Also I didn’t put the warnings at the top sooo they are gonna be down here lmfao.)

⚠️𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂⚠️: foul language, use of y/n, fluff andddd im pretty sure that’s it??? 🤷‍♀️ HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!

[drowsyhope]

HEYA, [Y/N]! • POPPY PLAYTIME

summary ; child reader with the smiling critters

a/n ; THANK YALL SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON THE DOGDAY FICC 🫶🏼🫶🏼 was lowkey scared to post it bc i thought it was booty 😔 HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS ONEE

warning ; slight cussing, reader is hispanic coded bc ya girl is hispanic ‼️🙏🏼, based on the CARTOON versions of the smiling critters, different scenarios with each character, no children death just a lot of sillies :3

DOGDAY , MOVIE NIGHT

“are you sure the popcorn isn’t burnt?” you asked while holding up a greasy bag of popcorn, that clearly had a burnt smell to it. you were wearing your typical pajamas, a [f/c] ]f/a] themed jumper. dogday on the other hand was wearing a dog themed jumper, complete with fuzzy orange socks.

dogday nodded excitedly, taking the greasy popcorn out of your hands. “of course! everything is perfect!” he turned on the heel of his feet, turning around and walking towards the cushion fort the two of you made.

you were confused, but shook it off, putting in another bag of popcorn.

dogday caught wind of your birthday coming up, and planned a one-on-one play date with the two of you, since recently he has been more busier than usual. plus, he always love spending time with you!

fluffing up a pillow, dogday laid down, getting comfortable in his spot, his tail wagging and you made your way towards him, your own personal bag of popcorn in your hands.

“what movie would you like to watch?” he asked, grabbing the controller and looking at you, awaiting for an answer. you on the other hand, didn’t know what movie to watch. surely, there was plenty of movies to watch, but they suddenly just popped out of your head when the question was asked.

“hmm, what about [favorite movie]?” you responded finally. dogday nodded, turning towards the tv and putting on the movie, smiling as the two of you started munching on your goodies.

alas, your movie night began.

CATNAP , TEA PARTY

catnap was reluctant on the idea of a tea party, but with convincing with the help of dogday, catnap agreed.

the two of you were dressed in your sunday’s best. catnap went for a more casual look, having a pink bow tie tied around his neck, a bow being tied around the end of his tail. bobby gave him some white gloves, craftycorn gave him some necklaces to borrow.

you on the other hand, had a bow tied around your wrist, a bow being put in your hair. picky helped you style your hair, and kickin helped you become more confident.

the tea party was going to be held in his cathouse, which dogday and bubba decorated.

you and hoppy prepared tea, making some french goodies alongside it. you were excited for this little tea party, having it with one of your best of friends. it was also near the time of your birthday, so you were extra excited.

entering the cathouse, you were greeted by catnap, who was fumbling with his bow tie, seemly uncomfortable. “catnap!” you smiled, before giving him a funny look as he looked at you with a shocked expression.

“hey! uh ..can you help me?” catnap struggled, before you nodded. you didn’t want your friend to feel uncomfortable.

soon enough, the two of you were enjoying tea, snacking on chocolate chip cookies, and chatting your lives away. well, mostly you. out of the two, you were the more talkative one. catnap was the quiet one of the smiling critters, so it was surprising for the others for the two of you to become such best friends.

but, thankfully, the two of you are. cause you won’t be having this epic tea party if you didn’t!

HOPPY HOPSCOTCH , MOON CYCLES

hoppy has ever seen the moon before, you on the other hand, have. she always asked how it looked like, does it change, does it have a scent, etc.

“the moon has different cycles, like i think today it’s a full moon.” you explained, showing her a picture of the full moon today. hoppy looked amazed, her eyes widening and her eyes going up. you smiled at her, enjoying that she was finally able to be the moon.

“ah yucks, i wish i can see the moon for myself!” she responded, going back and landing on the pillow, making you giggle. you in return laid down on your stomach right next to her, the photograph still in your hand.

“it’s very beautiful! maybe i can take a videotape next time. i’ll make sure to show you.” you promised, sticking out your pinky for a pinky promise. hoppy smiled, taking out one of her fingers to establish the promise.

it made you feel bad that hoppy never seen the moon. you always seen how much she wanted to see the moon, always talking about it and learning about it.

you wished you can take her along with you, but your parents won’t allow you. also, hoppy is a 6’2ft mascot, and might make other people scared.

nevertheless, you explained the moon cycles to her, drawing pictures of them to visualize it for her. she enjoyed learning more about the cycles, and thanked you for showing her a picture of the actual moon.

hopefully, one day you can take her to the moon. the two of you can jump super high and reach the moon, planting a picture of the two of you, and come right back down. one day, you’ll make sure that dream comes true.

one day.

CRAFTYCORN , ARTWORK

the room was filled with bunch of laughter and smiles, it was of course, the art room. craftycorn was in charge of the art room, as she was the artistic one of the smiling critters.

thankfully, she had a helper, a kid named [y/n].

[y/n] was a artist from the day they were born, always making different artworks from different materials. if there was something, they could make anything out of it.

they enjoyed making art, and instantly became best friends with craftycorn, the two sharing their love for art.

“can you pass me the red?” craftycorn asked, scribbling on her paper. [y/n] nodded, getting up and walking towards the table, which contained different colored crayons. they grabbed the red one, turned around, and made their way back to where craftycorn was.

“here you go!” they said, giving them the red crayon. craftycorn smiled at them, taking the red crayon. she was drawing the two of them, using the red crayon to draw hearts all over the place.

[y/n] sat down, continuing to draw on their artwork — a drawing of all the smiling critters, them included. it was a huge project, and their hand definitely hurt. but, it was going to be worth it in the end.

soon enough, craftycorn was finished with her artwork, holding it up like it was a masterpiece. the other children caught wind of the finished art piece, and was quick to scatter towards her, wanting to see what she had created.

finally, [y/n] was finished. they smiled as they wrote their name near the bottom of the paper, holding it with such determination. they were proud of their artwork.

“that’s an amazing artwork, [y/n]!” craftycorn complimented, smiling as she realized it was her and the other smiling critters, alongside with [y/n]. she felt warmth creep its way into her heart, it was adorable.

“i hope you enjoyed it, i spent a lot of time on it.”

indeed, she and the other smiling critters enjoyed the masterpiece created by their dear [y/n].

PICKY PIGGY , BAKING

baking with picky was like a sport, it was easy!

picky had this cookbook that she liked to use. thankfully, you were able to read, so it was easy baking with picky, as she always had the ingredients on hand.

now, the two of you decided to bake cupcakes for the smiling critters, since they been craving some sweets for awhile.

“and now .. add vanilla!” picky said as you put some drops of vanilla into the cake batter mix, instantly being hit with the scent of vanilla. it smelled just like dogday.

picky read over the instructions as you poured the cake batter into the pan, making sure it was evenly distributed. it was rather a messy step, but with picky on your side, it was easy.

you were quick to put the cupcakes in the oven as picky sat on the countertop, looking at you, smiling. the two of you became friends over your love for baking, and picky’s live for eating.

you would always bake or cook for picky, as you wanted to improve on your skills. picky always gave you honest review, so you can improve better. it was a easy win for the both of you, you get better, and she gets to eat.

the two of you were in silence, looking as the cupcakes baked. it was a comfortable silence.

time was fast though, soon the cupcakes were finished. you put on your heat protective gloves, and took out the cupcakes, blowing on them to try and cool them down.

picky was jumping up and down, excited that the cupcakes were finally done. “okay, don’t touch just yet, they are still very hot.” you said as you took off your gloves. picky understood, but was still excited. she loved trying your cupcakes, something about them just make them melt in her mouth.

she loves when you bake.

BUBBA BUBBAPHANT , MATH HOMEWORK

you didn’t enjoy math.

you always stressed over it, cried over it, and also got mad over it. math was just not your brightest subject.

your best friend on the other hand, bubba, was a scholar on math. he always showed you how good his grades were on math, and always offered to help you.

but no matter how much he helped you, you never seemed to grasp on the concept of math in general.

“come on! it’s easy!” bubba groaned, looking down at the simple multiplication work on your paper. you on the other hand, was stressing out. you shook your head, to which bubba playfully rolled his eyes.

you groaned as bubba explained to you the basic of math, and how to do multiplications. you been over this plenty of times! you just can’t understand the concept of math!

“ughh .. at this point don’t even talk math to me!” that gave bubba an idea.

he quickly bought up 2 apples, “okay, there is two apples, correct?” you nodded. he bought up 3 apples, “now, there is 3 apples, right?” you nodded once again.

“now imagine each apple is 2 apples,” she pointed towards the 3 apples, “2 .. 4 ..”

“6!” bubba smiled. “correct!”

then it was like something clicked. bubba showed many other examples, and you got it right away. everything was suddenly making sense!

maybe math isn’t so bad.

BOBBY BEARHUG, VALENTINE’S DAY

valentine’s day was right around the corner, and you didn’t know what to get your best friend, bobby bearhug.

bobby’s favorite holiday was valentine’s day, she always loved the idea of love in general. in fact, that was how the two of you became friends.

you were giving out chocolates to your friends, and you had an extra heart shaped chocolate. you didn’t know who to give it to, until a certain bear came up to you, giving you a lollipop. smiling, you gave her the heart shaped chocolates, and the two of you became instant friends.

your friendship anniversary was coming up, and you were nervous. you didn’t know what to give bobby, as she basically already had everything.

but then, you had an idea, an expensive one.

2 week before valentine’s day, you were working your butt off for some cash. this was going to be an expensive gift, but it would be long lasting.

thankfully, you got some help from some of her other friends, getting some info on her favorite colors and favorite candies, everything was going to fall perfectly in place.

you made sure to give the person making the gift enough time, and made sure you tipped them accordingly. everything was perfect, and you were excited.

valentines rolled around, and bobby was trying to look for you.

“have yall seen [y/n]?” she was growing worried. today was your friendship anniversary, and she hasn’t seen you all day. she hoped you didn’t just ditch out on her, as she didn’t want to seem useless.

that was when one of the kids asked her to follow them, and as skeptical as she was, she followed nevertheless. they led her to a dark room, which scared her quite a bit. that was until the light turned on, revealing a surprising sight.

“happy valentine’s day!” you stood there, a ramo buchon in the color of her favorite color in your arms, some candies in your other. they were eternal roses, which meant they wouldn’t die out, which made it even more special. the other kids took pictures of the two of you.

this surely was going to be your favorite valentines yet.

KICKIN CHICKEN , ONE DAY

the playground was filled a lot of children, including bullies.

you hated bullies, especially since you have a few of your own. they always made fun of your hair and the way you spoke, which made you insecure about yourself.

that was until a kid named kickin chicken came to your rescue. he defended you from the bullies, and threaten to call the teachers on them.

he was like your guardian angel, and he was a chicken, so almost there.

“why didn’t you tell me?” kickin said with tears in his eyes as he patched you up. you were silent the whole time, not wanting to trauma dump on your friend.

“i didn’t want to seem weak.” you whispered, to which kickin sighed, taping your bruise. he looked at you with worried eyes, this was the 3rd time this weak you were sent to the nurse office, and kickin was always there to see you.

he gave you a hug, sighing as he heard you sniffle. you were always an emotional kid, which was probably one of the reasons they targeted you. kickin was sure to report those kids, they don’t deserve the cupcakes he’s going to bring on his birthday.

he wanted to tell you that you weren’t weak, but you would never believe him. he knew that you hated confrontation, so he never told you directly, but with his actions, he did.

“you’re a amazing friend, [y/n]. i hope you know that.” he said as the two of you hugged each other. you didn’t say anything, you didn’t want to believe what he was saying, but half of you know that he actually meant it.

you just hoped those bullies get the karma that they deserve, and that you won’t be bullied anymore.

one day, you’ll be a happy child. one day you’ll be able to smile without being scared of someone making fun of you. one day, you’ll be the best friend that kickin will always want you to be.

one day.

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last one had a kick to it. alsooo!!! request are open!!! please request! :3 might take some time though :(

[addie-henderson]

hi, idk if request are open but if they are I NEED more percabeth x reader plssssss

like literally anything with them I just love them so much

hey Nonnie, I posted a few posts about them recently but just for you... here are some head canons of what I'm calling the "just some demigod" Au. aka all my Little blurbs with poly percabeth that are loosely linked together

ok so I think the only way polyamory works with these two specifically is if Annabeth falls in love with someone else first. because when you think about it her two major flaws are her jealousy and her pride. and I truly believe if Percy fell in love with someone else first she would kill him and then the other person. so that said...

Annabeth Chase who meets you while she's on a jog around camp to clear her head, it's late and she's narrowly avoiding harpies when she sees you by the lake.

Annabeth Chase who doesn't immediately recognize you as a camper she knows and wonders briefly if you're a camper at all or if somehow you're a mortal or monster or goddess even??? just chilling around camp???

Annabeth Chase who introduces herself to you that night and the two of you talk for 3 hours before having to run from harpies

Percy Jackson who thinks his girlfriend's new friend looks like a princess. especially when she keeps bringing them flowers.

Annabeth Chase who's so nervous around you that when she's trying to ask you to hang out ("as friends") she stutters over her words

"um do you want to go eat me GO OUT TO EAT WITH ME. in a restaurant. in public. with my boyfriend. I'm so sorry."

Percy Jackson who, although he's only been in one relationship in his entire life, is pretty sure this is a date????

Percy Jackson who is the first one to make a move after the three of you are hanging out for a few months. you're hanging in the Poseidon cabin and he has to go and meet up with someone else he says goodbye and press a kiss to annabeth's lips and then yours and just leaves he didn't even think about it

Annabeth Chase who is confused at first as to why she's not jealous??

Percy Jackson who brings you any little trinket of things that you're interested in or anything with flowers on it.

Annabeth Chase who gets flustered Everytime you kiss for 9 months after you're officially together.

Percy Jackson who likes to go on aquarium dates and translate the fish because your face just lights up.

Annabeth Chase who reads to both of you because she has the easiest time making out the words between the three of you and both of you melt into puddles when she speaks in that soft comforting tone meant only for you.

Percy Jackson who once dyed cookies YOUR favorite color because you said his "blue food thing" was "super cool and very him"

Percy Jackson who binges Netflix with you and always lets you pick what you watch.

Annabeth Chase who despises modern television but occasionally suffers through it anyway just to spend time with the two of you

Percy Jackson who is banned from the kitchen in your apartment in New Rome because the first week he almost burnt the entire thing down

Annabeth Chase who is banned from doing laundry after she turned all the white clothes pink.

Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase who are so aggressively competitive with each other that sometimes they argue over nothing and both of their accents (although Percy's new york accent is naturally much stronger than annabeth's southern one) get thicker the more passionate they are about the topic. leaving you there to struggle and pick up bits and pieces of what's being said.

Percy Jackson who is a big believer in gag gifts

Annabeth Chase who insists on putting M&Ms in the popcorn when you go to the movies

Percy Jackson who gets huffy and pouty when you call Annabeth "YOUR girlfriend" instead of "OUR girlfriend "

Annabeth Chase who wears the pants in this relationship.

Percy Jackson and You who are completely ok with that.

[darealstethan]

BENNY WEEK DAY 5 : BAKING

Rating: T | Words: 595 | Ethan/Rory/Benny

Summary: It’s the holidays, Benny decided it would be a great time to spend some quiet time with his boyfriends.

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“What do you mean I can’t use magic???” I tossed my bag on Ethan’s table, “I pretty much use it for everything!”

“Because I won’t allow you to burn my house down Benny!” I know theres no way to convince Ethan, so I drop it.

I organized an EPIC sleepover date with me, Ethan and Rory. Now it’s the holidays we can do all the things that cute couples do. Like, bake cookies, watch cheesy romcoms, steal a kiss, more kissing… Yeah more kissing.

My obvious day dreaming earned me a a shove.

“Come on Benny, I want everything to be perfect for when Rory comes!” I toss my body straight, tip toeing towards him. “Aw babe, we have…plenty of time” I wrap my arms around his waist. His face turning a baby pink, as I dig my nose in the corner of his neck.

“Be-Benny, you’re such a flirt!” He chokes out, before ultimately pushing me away. “Ugh worth a shot!”

Ethan lit a candle, the scent of Christmas cookies. I gathered a plethora of blankets and pillows to make sure we’d be comfortable. Dimming the lights, I play a low french jazz. Tempting now to steal a dance from Ethan. He has now changed into a plaid pajama bottoms that are quite loose, and a long sleeve shirt underneath his graphic tee. Making my skin tingle with excitement. Finally a knock at the door before it swings open reveal my other boyfriend.

“RORY!” Me and Ethan race to the door, “Guys, guys, there’s enough of me for everyone!” He laughs as I watch him kiss Ethan before I can take a kiss for myself!

“I’m going to start the cookies!” I called out, getting a conformation nod from both of them. Truthful, I do not know how to make cookies.

“Preheat oven, 2 eggs, oil-“ I mumbled to myself, it can’t be too hard! Often I would gaze over at Rory and Ethan, watching them dance to the jazz. Is it hot in here or is it just me?? I might’ve put too much of everything, the way they have me distracted. If anything goes wrong at least theres popcorn!

“Let us help you.” Rory said dragging Ethan with, “So what have you done already?”

“Uh..”

“Oh lord!” Ethan snatched the bowl, dumping the concoction into the trash. “We will start over!”

We followed a recipe for a while before we got creative. I think we all were struggling to stay focused, drifting focus to Rory’s arms or Ethan’s smile. We are teenage boys, it’s not our fault. Me and Rory started a flour war, leaving our face covered in it, as Ethan filled the oven with our experiment of cookies. Our laughs died down when he started to ease closer.

«puis-je embrasser tes lèvres ?» Rory whispers amongst us. Our eyes are locked on each other’s, Ethan stands in front of us. I don’t even care to ask what he said before I crash his lips to mine. The kiss lingers for a bit till he breaks away. He slips a hand behind Ethans neck, brings him forward to a kiss. I watch as my boyfriends practically eat each other, my stomach is warm, a good warm. Finally I get to kiss Ethan as well.

We were so.. busy we totally forgot about the cookies! Because honestly we had to be fooling around for a while. I grab the burning hot pan, sitting down what is the aftermath of our lack of experience. Burnt dark cookies.

“Next time I’m TOTALLY using magic!”

[chibifox2002]

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[klaus-littlestwolf]

I have put together a list of all of the Smells that I think each designation would possess, mostly good, natural smells but some bad as well that come from negative feelings like Fear and Anxiety

Alphas Good Smells:

Pine Trees

Fireplace

Aftershave

Whiskey

Leather

Old Spice

Burning Wood

Brown Sugar

Apple Pie

Peppermint

Coconut

Toffee

New Car Smell

BBQ

Tequila

Matches

Fresh Money

Dark Chocolate

Bacon

Freshly Brewed Coffee

Maple Syrup

Sandalwood

Gasoline

Patchouli

Seawater

Ginger

Hay

Mahogany

Gunpowder

Pears

Cedar Wood

Amber

Pesto

Sautéed Onions

Funnel Cake

Cigarettes

Blackberry

Fresh Cut Grass

Ink

Snap Fire Crackers

Bad Alpha Smells:

Wet Dog

Rancid Meat

Blue Cheese

Blood

Sweaty Feet

Tar

Betas Good Smells:

Lilies

Bamboo

Champagne

Apricots

Pumpkin

Shortbread

Almonds

Tulips

Pina Colada

Mochi

Raspberry

Macaroons

Sharpies

Baby Powder

Butterscotch

Mangos

Sautéed Garlic

Key Lime Pie

Dove Soap

Peanut Butter

Coal

Black Tea

Wet Forest

Marigolds

Fresh Basil

Lilacs

Vanilla

Soda Flavored Lip Smackers

Bad Beta Smells:

Rotting Fish

Oil

Burnt Popcorn

Tuna

Dog Food

Vinegar

Omega Good Smells:

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Chamomile Tea

Jasmine

Spearmint

Roses

Old Books

Crème Brûlée

Honeysuckle

Eucalyptus

Marijuana

Citrus

Caramel

Cherry Blossom

Cinnamon Bun

Lavender

Whipped Cream

Apples

Dryer Sheets

Fresh Bread

Aloe Vera

Sea Breeze

Peaches

Magnolia Trees

Thunderstorms

Honeycomb

Cherries

S’mores

Cookies Fresh from the Oven

Blanket Fresh out of the Dryer

Sky After it Rains

Smell of Baskin Robins

Bad Omega Smells:

Burnt Rubber

Rotten Eggs

Bleach

Nail Polish Remover

[starlightgarden21]

🩷Day Eleven🩷

@starlightgarden21

TW: ED, ANA, SH, RESTRICTIVE EATING, PRO ANA

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Total calories: 974kcal

Total burnt: 250kcal

Ate a little over my limit of 950 due to my parents getting me a McDonald’s seeing as I’m home again for a Halloween event tomorrow! Very excited.

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Breakfast: 0kcal

Lunch: 392kcal

- popcorn chicken

Dinner: 436kcal

- McDonald’s McCrispy (no mayo)

Snacks: 146kcal

- 3x mini chocolate cookie

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A bit annoyed with the fact I’m always having mini chocolate cookies but I need something to take my tablets with in a morning and on an evening as not having food with them makes me really unwell 😔 hopefully under 950 tomoz then maybe a metabolism day Sunday! 🩷

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[take-a-cchonce]

Get Out of My Kitchen - Part 1/2

Dom!Louis x Sub!Harry

(T) (1.1k)

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

OR

The one where Harry has had it with his husband interrupting him, but he isn't having any of his cheek.

Tags: Established relationship, canon, Louis overreacting, Dom!Louis X Sub!Harry (mildly at the end), tw swearing, tw sexual implications, harry’s bald ig?

“Could you please not?” Harry huffed out as Louis bumped against him for the third time in the last five minutes, leaning up to get a mug from the cupboard for the shorter man, handing it to him with a grimace. “ ‘S my last cuppa,” Louis said solemnly, widening his eyes at the younger man, well aware he would be back in a few minutes. 

“It was supposed to be the last cookie. And the last spoonful of dough. And-”

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties all in a twist, lad,” Louis chuckled, shooting Harry a shit-eating grin as he purposely bumped into him on his way out, ducking out of the doorway with a yelp when Harry reached out with flour covered hands. “The game’s back on. And- there’s smoke coming from the oven,” He pointed out, sticking his head back in, laughing under his breath as Harry rushed over and brought out a large pan of slightly too-brown cake. 

“Oh that looks great, if a little burnt. Don’t mind if I do,” Louis chuckled, walking back in and riffling through the drawers for a fork. “I very much do mind, Lewis.” Harry narrowed his eyes at the older man, slapping his hand away when he reached for the cake, “It’s for dessert this evening. Now, go,” He said through gritted teeth, bodily pushing his husband out of the room, ignoring his pleas and protests.

Harry sighed as he laid the cake on the cooling rack, making a note to shave off the browned exterior. He loved having the rest of the boys over, loved cooking for them, and loved Louis even more, but his husband was a handful sometimes, he thought, chuckling internally. He cracked the window open, letting some of the smoke out as he got working on the petit fours, putting some strawberries in a bowl full of cold water as he whipped up some cream, humming a little tune to himself. 

Barely ten minutes had passed and Louis had already made two more trips into the kitchen, one to fill up his mug again and another to put a bag of popcorn into the microwave. He hadn’t exactly said anything to Harry, but Harry knew exactly what he was up to and made sure to squint at him in the most intimidating way he could (which wasn’t too intimidating, apparently, considering how the older man always burst into laughter at his expression).

He was grating up some parmesan onto the lasagna he had already layered with ricotta and mozzarella, thoughts lingering jokingly on how much easier his life would be, not if Louis could actually come and help (he was a hopeless romantic, but not that hopeful) but if he didn’t have to practically fend Louis off like- like he used to fend off Dusty when he would pile food into her dish. He giggled to himself at the absurd image of Louis as a cat that popped up in his mind, quickly glancing at the clock. They still had a while before the boys would come, and knowing them, they wouldn’t exactly be on the minute. 

Harry was wrapping up the parmesan and placing it in the fridge but he turned and saw Louis standing by the tray, shreds of cheese stuck to his fingers as he quickly hid them, looking like a child caught stealing cookies and for one moment Harry had the irrational urge to burst into laughter- but that quickly dissipated when Louis pinched some more cheese up, holding his gaze insolently as he put it in his mouth. 

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Get. Out. Of. My-”

Harry stopped midway, words disappearing from his mind as Louis came up to him, locking both his wrists in a single fluid motion, gripping them tightly on either side as he locked him against his own body. The expression on Louis’ face could only be described as hungry, and Harry shivered slightly, the cold edge of the counter digging into his waist where his shirt had ridden up.

Louis tutted, dramatically raising an eyebrow, “You’re asking me to get out? In that tone? ‘S not a very nice thing to say. I’m just here trying to show how much I appreciate your cooking and you’re being… so rude,” Louis sighed deeply and despite his nonchalant tone, Harry almost felt the atmosphere in the room shift and it sent a bolt of arousal through him. 

Harry was in half a mind to be mouthy, break out of his grip and talk back to him, it wouldn’t have been an effort at all; but one look at Louis’ face, pupils already blown wide, swallowing the blue around them, jaw set as he pouted slightly had him reconsider, slipping easily into their roles. “I- I was just- wanted to cook well and yo-” 

“Y’know, we have about an hour.” Louis interrupted, the soft smile on his face completely at odds with his tone, leaning in until his lips were close enough to Harry’s ear for him to feel his warm breath, causing goosebumps to run down his side. “I don’t want excuses, love. You were using your mouth too much…” he tutted, lifting Harry’s chin with his finger to catch his gaze.

Harry had unknowingly trapped his bottom lip between his teeth and Louis gently pushed at it with his thumb, still intently staring at the younger man. “Would’ve liked to just bend you over right here, use that fucking spoon on you- show you what you get for talking back,” he whispered, tongue darting out to wet his lips and Harry’s gaze caught on them, feeling blood rush south, knees weak as he already regretted not thinking before he spoke, feeling a tingle of excitement despite the apprehension swirling in his gut.

“Eyes up here.” Louis said shortly, “Bedroom, now. You have exactly five minutes, y’know what to do,” He brushed his thumb across Harry’s lips, the unsaid ‘or else’ hanging heavy in the air, smirking as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving Harry struggling to catch his breath as he rushed off, all thoughts of cooking out the window.

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[scavengerssuccotash]

Who’s the better cook/does the cooking?

Who doesn’t love talking about food?

As for who’s the better cook my bet is on Clint. He’s a master of the home cooked hearty meal. Having been raised in the circus, and then dropped into foster care with his brother Barney (my own headcanon) he has had learn how to cook and fend for himself at a very early age. The first meal he ever cooked on the stove was an expired box of kraft macaroni and cheese which he “dressed” up with whatever spices he could find and bits of freezer burnt hot dogs. It wasn’t the tastiest meal but it kept him and Barney’s belly full for the night and that was good enough for him. After that Clint picked up a knack for unconventional comfort foods: peanut butter and pickles, canned sardines with mayo, and of course bagged popcorn. (It also doesn’t help that their foster father drank the money he received from the state away. Clint learned some really valuable lessons on being early for the Sunday morning food drive at the local churches. Early birds get the worm or in this case fresh produce.)

After leaving the army and joining SHIELD his culinary skills drastically improved and from then on he kept tinkering around in the kitchen. He enjoys cooking when he has the time. The first meal he cooked Natasha was chili, with sour cream, cheese and a dash of cinnamon to temper the heat of the peppers. (Natasha scarfed down two bowls, and passed out on his couch while he cleaned up.)

Natasha is a better baker than she is a cook. There’s something about the precise measurements and temperature that comes naturally to her. So, when they have the rare day off she’ll back cookies or cupcakes to much on throughout the day while Clint figures out what to do for dinner.

The first meal they cooked together, however, was a straight disaster.

“How did we fuck up mac and cheese, Nat.”

“I didn’t fuck up shit, Clint you’re the one who grabbed oatmilk and not regular milk.”

“You grabbed goat cheese! The fanciest you get for Mac and cheese is Gouda or Havarti everyone knows that!”

A shared giggle.

“You wanna order Chinese?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[noneedtoamputate]

Happy holidays, @land-sh. I'm your HBO War Secret Santa, and I hope you like this modern holiday AU featuring Ron and Carwood. I know you don't live in the United States, so I wanted to let you in on a few things in case you didn't know (and my apologies if you already know). The Pentagon, where Ron works, is home to the U.S. Departmen of Defense, and Instacart is an app where you can order groceries and get them delivered to your house. Fair warning for anyone else reading, it's just a tad spicy toward the end. I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday season, no matter how you celebrate!

Ron stared at the calendar hanging in the kitchen. If looks could set paper ablaze, the month of December would have burnt to a crisp thirty seconds ago.

He took another sip of his steaming black coffee, careful not to let any get on his Army dress uniform.

He took the calendar down from its hook and walked over to the kitchen table they purchased three years ago, when Ron accepted a desk job at the Pentagon and Carwood left active service and started teaching history at a local high school. 

Car’s messy handwriting filled almost all of the squares. He had Army reserve duty the first weekend of the month, and as assistant coach of the boys’ junior varsity basketball team, there were practices or games almost every weeknight up until holiday break. There was the neighborhood cookie exchange, where he promised to make his famous gingerbread people, and then there was the Santa Paws fundraising event at the humane society. Car volunteered to dress up as Santa.

Ron’s small, neat cursive only filled Mondays for his personal training appointments and on December 22, with one word and arrow ending on December 30.

Home.

No one at work would ever guess that Lt. Col. Ronald Speirs loved Christmas. He loved the lights, the movies, the gifts, and, most importantly, being with the people he loved. He hadn't made it back to his parents in Massachusetts for the holidays since moving to Washington. He finally had enough seniority in his department to take an entire week off in December.

He couldn't wait to taste his mother’s shortbread, to be spoiled by his sisters, to take his nieces and nephews sledding. There really was nothing like Christmastime in New England. 

He heard Car come down the stairs of their townhouse. He wore a black turtleneck sweater, fitted tan pants, and loafers. If Ron’s teacher had looked as half as good as Car, Ron would never have passed U.S. History. 

Car smiled at him as he walked over to the coffee maker. 

“The calendar’s getting pretty full,” Ron said, trying to sound casual.

“December’s always busy,” Car replied as he sat down across from his husband. “But not too busy that we can't find time for each other.”

“Movies?” Ron asked. 

“Of course. Die Hard. Love Actually. We’ll watch them all.”

Ron leaned closer. 

“And we’ll drive around to look at the lights?” Ron was a sucker for Christmas lights.

Car nodded. “I’ll drive, so you can really look at the displays.”

Ron smiled. “Well, if that isn't love, I don't know what is.” He reached over to kiss Car.

“I gotta run.” Car picked up his travel mug. “Have a good day. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Ron replied.

He finished his coffee and tried to get into work mode, the mode where no one would guess he loved watching Home Alone with his husband and dog and a fire roaring in their living room.

*

The next week, Ron looked at the calendar again. 

He was not happy.

“Why do you have ‘choir concert’ filled in on Wednesday?” Ron asked as Car buttered his toast.

“Yeah, about that …” Car trailed off as he nervously scratched his head. “Mrs. Ramirez needed some help setting up for the holiday show.”

“That was supposed to be movie night.” Ron tried not to sound too upset. 

“I know,” Car conceded. “Practice gets out early Friday night. We’ll have movie night then. I’ll even make the popcorn.”

“With extra butter?” Car nodded, Ron’s mouth curled up into what was almost a smile.

“It's a date,” Ron replied, and gave his husband a kiss.

But movie night never happened. A student teacher’s car wouldn't start in the faculty parking lot. Car tried jumping it, and when that didn't work, he waited while they called a tow company and gave them a ride to their apartment. 

By the time Car got home, Ron didn't feel like watching anything. 

“What was I supposed to do?” he asked Ron. “I couldn't just leave them there.”

“Of course not,” Ron agreed. 

But Ron lost his patience the following week when he walked into their home office and saw Car furiously typing away on the computer keyboard. 

“Dinner’s ready,” Ron said. He stood behind Car and put his hands on Car’s shoulders, giving them a gentle rub. 

Car moved away from Ron’s touch and rubbed his temples. 

“What's the matter?” Ron asked. 

“Two students asked for recommendation letters at the last minute. I need to finish these tonight.”

Ron narrowed his gaze. “You could have said no.”

Car sighed. “No, I couldn't. They’re great kids. Smart, responsible …”

Ron cut him off. “Asking for a recommendation letter at the last minute isn't responsible.”

The two just stared at each other. 

“You need to eat,” Ron finally said.

“I'll grab something when I'm finished.” Car went back to looking at the monitor. 

“And I guess this means no looking at lights tonight.” Ron crossed his arms.

Lulu came into the room and nuzzled up to Car, looking for some love. 

“Can you take her? I can't focus with her with trying to get attention “

“You don't even have time for the dog?” Ron asked, no longer hiding his anger. He leaned down to pet Lulu. “C’mon, girl, let's go for a walk.”

Ron set off on a good clip toward the park, Lulu happily keeping up the pace. 

Why does he do this? Why does he put everyone first?

He felt disloyal asking himself the question, because the way Car looked out for people was one of the reasons Ron loved him so much. 

Ron hated admitting that he felt jealous of all the attention Car had shown other people this month while making no time for him, or so it seemed.

And sadness crept over him. They seemed so distant over the last few weeks. No cuddling on the couch, binging the latest series. No long conversations over dinner. No spooning in bed before falling asleep.

And certainly no sex.

The brisk air and exercise cleared his head a bit, but he still paused for a second before opening the front door. The house stood quiet, and the chicken tetrazzini on top of the stove remained untouched. 

He threw the baking dish back into the oven to reheat and poured dog food into Lulu’s bowl. He ate dinner alone. He rinsed the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. He sorted the mail and cleaned out the fridge. When he ran out things to do, he poured himself two fingers of Scotch and tried to read a book, but he read the same page over and over. It was only 9:30 pm, and he wasn't tired, but he gave up and got ready for bed. 

It was just before midnight when Car finally made it upstairs. He didn't say anything as he took off his clothes and slipped into bed, staying far away from Ron’s side. 

“You're going to wear yourself out,” Ron said quietly.

“I'll be fine,” Car replied. Soon, his deep breaths signaled that he was asleep.

Ron put his hands behind his head and stayed awake for two more hours.

*

On the morning they planned to leave for Ron’s parents, Car woke up with the flu: Body aches, chills, and a pounding headache.

He wouldn't admit it. “Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow,” he told Ron. 

Ron titled his head to one side and gave Carwood that Ron Speirs look.

“It's possible,” Car said meekly, not really sounding convinced himself.

Ron called his mom and dad and explained the situation. Though disappointed, they completely understood and sent their love to Car.

He put in an Instacart order. There was not a lot of food in the house, as they planned to be gone for a week. Plenty of Gatorade, rice, bananas, bread for toast. All the ingredients for chicken soup, and easy meals for Ron to eat in between caregiving duties. 

The next day, he felt even worse. Ron added another bedspread on top of him for warmth and plugged in a heating pad for him to use. 

“You don’t need to stay here. Go to your parents. I can take care of …” Before Car get the last word of the sentence out, he started coughing. 

Ron rubbed his back. 

“I'm sorry,” Car said, once he caught his breath.

“No reason to apologize for coughing,” Ron replied. 

“No, not the coughing. For …” He started coughing again. 

Ron took a deep breath. He’d been trying to avoid thinking about what he was missing at home. His family, the epic games of Yahtzee, his mom's roast lamb on Christmas Day. 

But he knew Car hadn't gotten sick on purpose. If Ron had gotten sick right before they were supposed to go to West Virginia for the holidays, Car would have taken care of him without a second thought.

“It's okay,” Ron said. 

Ron couldn't have said that the day before and meant it. But today, he did.

*

On Christmas Day, Car felt well enough to get into the shower by himself. They exchanged gifts. Ron bought Car a new messenger bag for work, and Car bought Ron the watch he’d had his eye on for a while. Ron made chicken soup for lunch, and they finally watched Home Alone together on the couch. Car felt asleep halfway through, but Ron could tell he was finally on the mend. 

The rest of the week was mainly more of the same. Ron would make something for lunch, and they would watch one of the holiday movies they never got around to before Car got sick: Gremlins, Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street, It's a Wonderful Life. Each day, they would sit a little closer on the couch to one another, hold hands, spoon. 

New Year’s Eve arrived, and Car felt great. They had an invitation to a party, but they decided it was bit soon to go out.

Ron, being a great cook, made steak and lobster tails for lunch. They splurged on a bottle of good champagne and talked and laughed like they hadn't the entire month of December. 

They turned on a football game, and Ron fell asleep before halftime. He woke up to the feeling of Car’s fingers in his hair.

“I didn't mean to take a nap,” he said, reaching for his husband's hand. 

“You needed it. You've been taking care of me all week.”

Ron stroked Car’s cheek and reached in for a kiss. 

They started slow, almost uncertain, the tension of the last few weeks still present. But then Car traced his tongue along Ron’s earlobe, a surefire way to get Ron hard. Wordlessly, they walked upstairs to the bedroom.

Car started undressing Ron, taking his time. Ron hadn't realized how touch starved he was for Car's hands and lips. He kissed his neck and worked his way down, nuzzling Ron’s chest with his stubble and gently biting Ron’s nipples. Ron couldn't help letting out a moan, and he could feel Car smile against him.

He let out an actual groan when Car grabbed him, stroking him exactly the way he liked. He put the head of Ron’s cock in his mouth and teased him, before taking it all in.

Ron tried to pull away, but Car shook him off. “I want to take care of you,” he said. 

Ron realized that for all the things Car did for other people, he would only do this for Ron. This was just for the two of them. He had no reason to be jealous.

Ron realized and ran his fingers through Car’s hair, staying in the moment and taking in every sensation. He knew he wouldn't last long, and that it wouldn't matter. 

Ron said his husband’s name as he came, and Car kept him in his mouth and teased the inside of his thighs as he came down. He took Ron in his arms, and Ron lay his head on Car’s chest. 

Another thing no one at the Pentagon would guess was how much Ron loved the time after making love, when they would hold each other and talk quietly. He didn't used to, not before he met Car. It was one of the ways he knew Car was the man for him. 

They stayed quiet for longer than usual, enjoying the closeness.

“I am sorry you didn't make it home for Christmas,” Car finally said. “You said was okay, but I know how much it meant to you.”

Ron kissed him. “I was home for Christmas.” He looked the man who meant everything to him in the eye.

“You are my home.”

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has five small icons in the center, arranged in a pyramid shape; a fishing hook, a squid-shaped object, a carton of popcorn, a wedge of blue cheese, and a soft boiled egg. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: golden yellow, burnt orange, and bright yellow. the second flag has these top three colors: deep cool purple, burnt orange, and light cool pink. each flag has these bottom six stripes: dark navy blue, off-white, green-grey, medium blue, salmon pink, and off-white. END ID.]

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