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taetaespeaches · 3 years ago

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“What’s burning?”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I’m throwing it back to the slice of life drabbles where it’s just a moment in the couples’ lives. In this, Namjoon decides to surprise reader/Daisy with a sweet gesture and she just loves him a lot. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

As you unlocked the door to Namjoon’s apartment, all that was on your mind was how badly you wanted to change out of your work clothes and shove your face full of noodles. Your options were probably limited to ramen but that would do. Everyone had tough days at work, you weren’t unique in that, but fuck you were ready to rid yourself of your work skin and settle into the comfort that Namjoon’s home provided.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend wouldn’t be home until later. I should have some dinner ready for him, you thought. Pushing the door open, the first thing you noticed was that the lights were on. Is Namjoon home? The second thing, and the thing that took over your mind, manifesting in panic, was the smell of something… burning?

Sniffing the air deliberately, you quickly determined that something was indeed on fire. Letting the door close in a loud bang, you hurried through the apartment trying to find the source. “Joon?” You called out in worry. “Joon, are you here?” As you turned toward the kitchen, you were halted by running straight into a tall sturdy body, nearly knocking you onto your ass. Lucky for you, two arms quickly grabbed your waist, keeping you on your feet. “Fucksake, answer me next time,” you scolded lightly, your worry over a possible fire and the shock of running into Namjoon’s muscular body bursting out of you in a moment of frustration.

“What?” He asked, looking down at you in concern, just before moving one hand from your waist to pull out an earbud. “Hi, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Sighing at him, you rolled your head from shoulder to shoulder in an effort to release tension. “Or, you know, send you flying across the apartment,” he added guiltily. “Are you ok?”

“What the hell is burning? Are you ok?” The man’s eyes widened slightly but you were met with silence. “Joon,” you tried to pull an answer from him, looking around at his body to check for any sort of wound, your mind suddenly stirring up some idea of him being hurt.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiled, a bashful grin overtaking his face. As you sighed in relief, and slight frustration, he chuckled lightly. “I have to say, it’s really cute when you’re concerned for my safety like this.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you raised your hand to his shoulder, using him to stabilize yourself. Bending down and lifting your foot, you began ridding yourself of your shoes that you didn’t bother taking off at the door due to the possible fire. “Babe,” you started, just as you dropped one shoe to the floor in a careless thud. “What’s burning?” You repeated your question. Did he knock over a candle and set a rug on fire? The man was clumsy, you couldn’t really push the idea out of the realm of possibility. But just then, you looked down at his waist and realized he had an apron tied around it, some sort of white sauce wiped on the upper left side of the floral pattern.

“Ok, I burned the first loaf of garlic bread,” he admitted, making you look up at him in question.

“You what?” You asked, peering over his shoulder to try to get a look inside the kitchen.

“But I had another loaf of bread so we’re ok, it’s baking now and it looks, well, I think good?” he started wondering aloud. Dropping your other shoe to the floor, you immediately set into motion. Walking past him curiously, you entered the kitchen and scanned the counters and stove. There was pasta boiling in a pot of water, meat sliced up on a cutting board, parmesan cheese sitting in a dish, and even fresh parsley chopped up. Your boyfriend walked past you making a beeline to the oven. Opening the door, he lowered his head to check inside. “Yeah, it looks good,” he spoke in some variation of relief and confidence.

“You’re cooking?” You asked dumbly. Obviously he’s cooking.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, watching you as your gaze lifted from the past and found his face.

“You’re cooking.” You repeated in a statement, more to yourself than him.

“I am,” he confirmed, standing frozen as he looked around at the food he had prepared.

“Why?” You asked, walking closer to him, forgetting all about your shoes that were discarded haphazardly in the entryway to the kitchen.

Shrugging at you, he flashed you a stunning smile. He was beautiful. Gentle. Kind. Goofy. Everything. “I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Really?” The man stared at you, a smile nearly curving on his lips. “But why?” At that, the smile fell as he peered at you thoughtfully.

“I love you. That’s why.” It was as simple as that. He loved you.

“I love you too, Dimples,” you told him, not wanting the opportunity to tell him to go to waste.

“I know,” he smiled, chuckling as he beckoned you to him. Easily, eagerly, you placed your hands on his waist as his found your jaw, his large palms soft and gentle against your face.

“This is so sweet,” you cooed, pouting at the man who was constantly making your heart grow, always big enough to hold him in it. “You’re not poisoning me right?” You teased, watching as Namjoon rolled his eyes. “I didn’t throw away some song lyrics while cleaning or something, did I? Is this payback?”

“Shut up,” he laughed, pulling you into a hug. “The food isn’t poisoned but there’s no guarantee it tastes good,” he added with a chuckle.

Scoffing at him, you lightly tickled his side in protest of his comment. “It’ll be great,” you assured him. “I can even smell it now that the burned bread scent has dissipated a bit,” you joked.

The man held you close to his body, his lips finding your hair with a sweet kiss just before he chuckled against your head. “I just wanted to take care of you,” he admitted sweetly.

“You always do,” you mumbled into the hoodie that covered his chest. And that’s when you both heard the sniffle that left you, alerting you both to your tears. Am I crying?

“Are you crying?” He asked, peering down at you as you felt under your eyes.

“Fuck,” you pouted as Namjoon smiled at you.

“Babe,” he cooed. “What’s wrong?”

“This is just- I had a really long day,” you groaned. Namjoon’s hands found your jaw again as though he was supporting your head. His thumbs swiped over your cheeks.

“I’m sorry it was a rough day,” he frowned. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I just want to leave it for now,” you told him, Namjoon nodding in understanding. “I didn’t even know you could cook,” you said in surprise, sniffling again as you dabbed your eyes.

“I can’t really,” he chuckled. “But I’ve been learning this recipe so I could surprise you with it.”

“You picked a really good fucking night,” you giggled at yourself. “I was even craving noodles, I thought I was gonna have to settle for ramen.”

“Well anything the queen wants, she gets,” he jokingly commented, leaving a kiss to your forehead. “You still may have to settle for ramen though, we’ll see if this is any good.”

Smacking his bicep, you glared at him. “Stop saying that,” you scolded, his dimples on display for you as he gave you a soft smile.

“You feeling ok?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’m all ok now,” you assured him, leaning toward him and placing a sweet, quick, but grateful kiss to his lips.

“Go get changed, dinner is almost ready,” he suddenly told you, his hand gliding down your body until it settled on your hip. “The dress code is relaxed and comfy,” he informed you with a dimply grin, his hand sliding to your bum, giving it a light smack. “Sweats and t-shirts only.”

“My favorite,” you sighed in relief, both of you smiling. “Can I just-” you peered down at the sauce that was simmering in a pot next to the noodles that had to be about done. Namjoon’s eyes widened as he reached for a spoon, dipping it into the sauce before bringing it toward his lips. You watched as he blew on it, cooling it down for you.

“You’re so cute,” you cooed, your hand squeezing his waist appreciatively.

“Here,” he beamed, his dimples still adorably planted on his darling cheeks. Slowly, he brought the spoon to your mouth, allowing you to taste his creation.

You made a satisfactory hum, your eyelids fluttering shut as you savored the taste. “Holy shit, you can cook,” you complimented in surprise. “That’s so good.”

“Really?” He asked, eyes wide, smile even wider. “Thank you,” he then said shyly.

“If you keep it up I won’t have anything to clown you over,” you teased him, Namjoon scoffing at you. “Don’t you dare think about getting a license, I need material, babe.”

“Go get changed,” he avoided your comments with a small grin. “It’ll be ready in a minute,” he began shooing you out of the kitchen.

“Ok, ok,” you held your arms up in surrender. However, before waking away, you sized him up, glancing down at his body and back up to his face. “What if I want to wear that hoodie?” Without a delay, the man began shedding the clothing, tugging it over his head. “Oh my god, Joon, I was kidding,” you laughed, reaching for the material and trying to pull it back down but failing. When he pulled it from his head, his hair was left standing up, full of static electricity.

Giggling fondly at him, you reached out and carefully patted his hair down, only getting shocked once. “Sorry,” he unnecessarily apologized at the jolt that met your fingertips, only making you laugh more. Handing you the hoodie, you rolled your eyes.

“It was a joke,” you told him again, Namjoon shrugging as he put an oven mitt on his hand.

“I told you, the queen gets whatever she wants,” he told you, smirking as he moved around you, opening the oven door. Shaking your head fondly as you began exiting the kitchen, you stopped and turned back around to look at your domestic boyfriend.

“You know,” you started, making him look up at you, the baking sheet with perfectly baked garlic bread sitting atop it in his hands. “You’re pretty sexy in your cute little apron and oven mitt.” The man scoffed, a pretty smile on his face as he squeezed his eyes shut in a state of bashfulness. “You’re getting laid tonight,” you added, turning around and making your way to the bedroom.

“That wasn’t the goal,” he shouted out to you, though you knew he wasn’t complaining.

“Doesn’t matter,” you called back through a smile, just as you disappeared into the bedroom.

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thefancyspin · 4 years ago

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Could you do 43 + Ballum please? ❤️

“You’re supposed to put the wine in the food, not drink it.”

Ben grins at Callum with the bottle still at his mouth, taking another long pull so that his lips come back shiny and pink. “Excuse me, who’s cooking dinner for who here, eh?”

“Yeah, you keep reminding me,” Callum teases, leaning his elbows on the kitchen bench to watch Ben stir at his pasta sauce. “I don’t know if it’s worth having you cook if you’re just gonna brag about it all the time.”

Ben laughs, his head thrown back, teasing Callum with the curve of his jaw, the column of his throat. He offers Callum the bottle, and Callum manages to stop himself from saying: there’s something else I’d rather get my mouth on.

Callum just takes the bottle instead. They’ve only been dating a couple of months, he doesn’t want to come across too … desperate. At least not outside of the bedroom, where Callum just can’t help himself.

Ben doesn’t seem to mind then.

“I see what you’re doing, y’know,” Callum says, turning to lean the small of his back on the counter instead. “Trying to get me drunk so I don’t tell you what I really think of ya food.”

“Hey!” Ben protests, pretending to try and whack Callum with the still dirty spoon, bits of sauce flying everywhere. Callum laughs, ducking out of the firing line. “This is supposed to be romantic, Callum. If I wanted someone to wind me up I would’ve invited Jay.”

Callum smirks and takes another sip of the wine. Ben’s wearing an apron that mostly hides his nice black shirt - and Callum can see that he’s done his hair different too. He looks good. He always looks good, but ... he’s made even more of an effort. Callum can see it.

“I’m sure it’s great,” he ends up saying, sincerely, and Ben throws him a soft and happy look.

“You wanna pour the rest of that into some glasses? This is almost ready.”

“Sure.”

Callum sorts their drinks, putting them down on the table that Ben has already set. Ben’s got the place lit with dull light, and there’s music playing quietly as well - it is romantic. The thought makes Callum’s tummy flip, hands shaking a little as he takes a seat.

Of course he knows Ben likes him, that Ben wants this. It’s just different to see it all laid out in front of him. A romantic dinner, the two of them home, together. The bedroom just a side step away.

It feels so real. Real in a way Callum never thought his life would be.

“Bon appetit,” Ben says with a laugh, as he comes out with two plates. He sets Callum’s out, topped with cheese and accompanied with garlic bread; before sitting down in front of his own.

“Looks perfect,” Callum tells him with a smile, reaching out to put his hand over Ben’s.

“You wanna try it first,” Ben teases, actually looking unsure. Shy. Callum finds it both endearing and unbelievable. That Ben could ever be anything but confident, that Callum could make him doubt himself.

“I mean it,” Callum goes on, and then he’s leaning closer in for Ben to meet him in a kiss. Ben does, lips pressed together, soft and lingering. When they come apart Callum smiles. “Everything’s perfect.”

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brelione · 5 years ago

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The Goddess Part Two (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Part Three Part One

The next time he saw you was at the petting zoo.He knew you’d be there but for some reason he was still shocked to see you.You hadnt seen him yet,though.It was before opening hours.He was hiding in the lower branches of a tree,watching as you sung to the goats.He couldnt even understand the words you were saying,just the sound of your voice as it hit unbelievably high notes.It was enough to make his heart thump,his chest to tighten and him to almost fall off of the tree branch he had been clinging too.Suddenly you were all that mattered to him.Nothing else existed.Just you.His eyes were almost like cameras,zooming in on you.You were wearing a white sundress that somehow hadnt gotten any dirt or goat poop on it.Your hair was messy and curly from the salt water you swam in all the time,your shiny jewelry glistening in the sunlight.You snapped your fingers,one of the smaller goats had literally jumped on you.

You giggled,holding a flower out to it.The goat got back down and they ran around their hay covered fenced in area.Your house was a good distance away from the area but it was still within his line of vision.Your family was absolutely rich but you werent kooks.You guys willingly chose to live in a shitty house.It looked shitty from the outside but JJ had never been inside.Your father had payed JJ large amounts of money to mow your lawn every tuesday.It didnt need to be mowed.You could just have the goats eat up the excess grass,or the chickens,or the cows.But little did JJ know that you were behind his weekly job.You knew that JJ didnt have a lot of money and shifted between John.B’s house and his own house,spending some nights at the beach.

You wanted JJ to have a good amount of money for anything he might need.Whether it be gas,a coffee,a new shirt,going to the laundromat.You just liked the idea of him being safe and happy all the time.Thats when he had seen you wearing that lovely sweater.You had come out of your house,placing a small jar of home made jam,a paper bag and an energy drink out on your deck before going back inside.JJ had been watching you out of the corner of his eye,blushing a bit when he realized that you were leaving him a breakfast.You left the fenced in area,the goats trying to follow you out. “Oh,dont act like you dont get all the attention in the world!”You had said quietly to them as they stared up at you.

JJ didnt even wonder how he had heard it from where he was.You were walking towards the tree with a light blue bag.JJ cursed,trying to move higher up in the tree.He hadnt even noticed that he was in the branches above the cows.There were six cows total,two of which were extremely fluffy.When you got to the fence only a few feet away from him you looked over at the tree. “Hey.”You nodded before opening the light blue bag.His eyebrows furrowed,stunned by how casual you were being. “Hi.”He replied,his voice sounding hoarse.He mentally slapped himself,clearing his throat quietly. “You know we dont let anyone pet the goats or hold the chickens until 10.What’s up?”You asked,taking fistfulls of food out of the light blue bag as cows approached you.He rolled his eyes so far back in his head he should’ve been able to see his brain,resting his head against the tree bark.Why did you have to be like this?He actually wanted to talk to you,to have a conversation and make you giggle.

“I mow your lawn on Tuesday’s,princess.”He reminded you.You raised your eyebrows as you pet one of the cows. “J,its monday.”You huffed as you let another cow eat oats straight out of your hand.He scoffed. “It is not-”He paused to take out his phone,checking the day. “Shit.”He groaned.You smiled. “Its fine,JJ.Have you eaten today?”You asked.He grumbled something. “What?”You asked.He sighed. “I said,why do you care?”He asked.You shrugged,tossing out more oats. “Breakfast is really important for you guys.”You replied,eyes going wide when you realized what you said.He squinted. “What?You mean poor people?”He asked,aggravated.You shook your head. “No,JJ.Thats not what I mean at all.You’re a growing boy,you need to eat.”You explained yourself.He hopped down from the tree,towering over you.

You stared up at him.He stared at you with admiration.Your eyes were slightly puffy from just waking up,the whites of your eyes slightly pink.You smelled like peaches,cookie dough and ocean.It was a strange concoction but somehow it was pleasant.You were wearing cute socks that had winnie the pooh on them.You werent wearing shoes though,just the socks and the dress. “So um...I have to collect the chicken eggs.Do you want breakfast or a coffee or something?”You asked,playing with your bracelets.As much as he hated you-or at least as he pretended to hate you he was really hungry.He wasnt hungry.He just wanted to be around you.He shrugged. “Okay,but that doesnt make us friends.”he pointed at you.You nodded,biting back a smile. “Wouldnt dream of it.”You replied.He followed you to the chicken coop. “Morning ladies!”You exclaimed as you opened the nesting boxes,placing the eggs in an egg carton. “Um….Im sorry JJ,but could you please hold this?”You asked,gesturing toward the egg carton.

He held out his hands and you thanked him quietly,handing him the egg carton.Perhaps if he really hated you as much as he said he did he would drop the eggs on purpose.But he didnt.You apologized a few times for the long walk to the house from the chicken coop.You struggled to open the door,kicking it open.He just followed you to the kitchen.Your house was….it was just kind of beautifully chaotic.Murals across the walls,mermaids,a sunset with beautiful blue waves.Your kitchen had white tiles on the floor,marble counter tops and a white fridge.The table had a white tablecloth that was covered with flower print.You placed the two egg cartons you had been carrying down.You jumped a bit when you moved your elbow,feeling JJ right behind you. “Sorry.”You mumbled,moving out of the way.He grinned at how nervous he was making you right now.Usually it was the other way around.Your kitchen smelled like bread and strawberries.His nose was correct.

He spotted jars of strawberry jam and saw a loaf of bread wrapped in parchment paper. “What do you want for breakfast?”You asked him.He glanced at the bread and jam on the countertops.You turned,getting the message.You told him to sit down at the table and he couldnt help but feel a bit uneasy.He’d never been inside your house before.He looked outside your kitchen window to see your garden.Your garden was kind of famous.Lemon and peach trees,berry bushes,flowers,herbs,garlic and potatoes.People from figure 8 would call your father when they were in need of bread,biscuits,muffins,cakes,jellys,jams,eggs.

Basically anything.A good amount of families had hosted birthdays at your house and you’d help your father bake the cakes,usually making spaghetti or mac and cheese for the children.And now JJ was sitting at your kitchen table about to dine like a king free of charge.He took this chance to ask you some questions about yourself,knowing youd probably answer honestly without thinking about it because you were currently busy. “So like...whats the deal with your mom?”He asked.You shrugged your shoulders as you spread jam across a slice of bread. “She dropped me off at the door then disappeared.”You replied.Youd been over the story dozens of times,no emotions even ties to the story at this point.He nodded. “That sucks.”You giggled quietly at the statement.You really didnt care.She made her choice and your father made his.

“So what do you do all day in this house?You never go anywhere.You got a lot of boyfriends that come around?”He asked.You sighed as you cut up an apple.You smiled to yourself.That was the stupidest thing youd ever heard. “I go places.”You retaliated.He scoffed. “Where?Where have you gone?”He asked.You blushed from the realization. “I go to the beach.”You replied,looking over your shoulder. “You need to get out more.Half the people on this island dont even know you exist.”He watched how your body moved as you arranged the apples into a flower. “Okay.”Was all you had do say before you placed the plate down in front of him. “You want some coffee?”you asked.He shook his head.

“Sit down.”He suggested.He was telling you what to do in your own house.That was probably the strangest thing that had happened for you that week.You sat across from him,tapping on the wooden table. “thanks,(Y/N).”He mumbled quietly.You just nodded.He stared down at his plate,not touching the food. “You’re not gonna eat anything?”He asked.You shook your head. “Not up for it,I already had a coffee today.”You replied.He nodded. “You werent freaked out over the fact I was in one of your trees...why?”He asked.You just shrugged. “A lot of weird stuff happens in my life,believe it or not.”You replied,watching him pull apart his bread and stuff it in him mouth. “So...um….are you gonna leave when youre done with breakfast?”You asked.He grinned. “Wow,trying to get rid of me already?”He asked.You huffed. “Its not like that!Im just trying to figure out what my plan is for the day.”You explained yourself.He nodded.

“Its not like you’ve got any big plans.I think im gonna stay around here just to spite you.”He smiled.You nodded. “Okay.”You replied.He ran his hand through his hair. “Im kidding.”He replied.You nodded. “Right.I mean I guess you could stay here if you want.”You offered.He chewed his bottom lip. “What if you come with me to the beach and surf for a while?Ive heard you’re okayish as surfing.”He smirked.You scratched your collarbone. “Uh...okay.Okay.”You mumbled awkwardly.You couldnt believe you had just agreed to hang out with JJ Maybank of all people.He hated you.You just had to hope that he wouldnt murder you or something.His eyes widened. “Yeah?You’re gonna come over to the dark side with me?”He asked,smile widening.You grinned. “Dont make me regret it.”You mumbled,getting up from the table.He heard you go up the stairs and he let out a loud sigh.He really just did that.

He wiped his palms of his shorts,blinking hard.He was gonna spend the day with you.He couldnt mess this up.That being said you already thought he hated you and he was kind of a bitch to you but now you would get to actually hang out with him.This was his chance to become your friend.He ate the rest of his breakfast as quickly as he could,placing the plate in the sink.He heard you come back down stairs.He turned to send you a teasin remark but his jaw fell,eyes going wide when he saw what you were wearing.That sweater.You had changed out of the dress,now wearing black shorts,flip flops and that sweater that looked unbelievably amazing on you. “Uh-youre ready to go?”He asked.You nodded.The two of you walked out and you stopped to grab your surfboard. “I know a good surf spot.”He told you.You nodded.He took you down some old dirt roads and a small path through the woods.WHen you came out of the woods you were on pale hot sand,shells and small smooth rocks sprinkling across the land. “The waves are kinda small but theyll get bigger.”He said,sitting down. “Thats what she said.”You grinned to yourself.

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jungshookz · 6 years ago

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ok but like what if jungkook and y/n are at a hockey match and a kiss cam lands on them but they're both strangers

➺ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre: biRTHDAY-themed fluff that is so utterly sweet you will undoubtedly get like ten cavities after reading this; tae demolished a whole serving of cheesy fries and he’s not feeling so good mr stark; namjoon & y/n bond over the fact that they just don’t get hockey

➺ wordcount: 4.6k

➺ note: happy birthday to the man that not only owns my heart but also my whOLE ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my goD i love him!!!!!!!!!!!! u ruin my life but also make it ten times better!!!!!!!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“remind me again why jimin couldn’t come with you instead?” you scowl when someone bumps into you from behind and you instinctively reach down to pull your purse to your front

…what??

you haven’t cashed in your latest paycheque and you don’t want anyone steaLing your hard-earned money

you stumble into tae’s back when someone knocks into you again

you would think that people would have the common decency to be a little more polite but no

this is so not your scene

plus you saw an army of ants feasting on the carcass of a cockroach in the washroom and you immediately hightailed it ouT of there

your bladder is just going to have to wait til you return to safety of your own toilet

tae told you he’d be happy to chug down a gallon of soda and give you the cup to pee in and you nearly considered it because that would probably be cleaner than the washrooms here

“because- yeah, two forks, please - because he had some dumb work thing that he couldn’t skip out on and i wasn’t going to waste my front row tickets!” tae scoffs as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world

well

that’s fair, you suppose

“you really couldn’t invite anybody else? i was your next choice?” you cling to the back of tae’s jersey because everyone keeps shoving into you and you feel like you’re going to be carriEd away by a hoard of sweaty hockey fans if you don’t hold on to something

you don’t mean to sound ungrateful because it is really nice of taehyung to have invited you to this apparently suPer big-deal of a hockey game (you’re pretty sure the fans here would rip each other apart to get their hands on a front row ticket) but like ?///???

you aren’t exactly a super enthusiastic sports person

sure, you’ll watch a couple matches if it’s on the tv while you’re cleaning up your apartment or if you just need some noise in the apartment but it’s not something that you actively seek out to watch

if anything you’re 100% more likely to watch spongebob squarepants over a sports game

you just don’t see the appeal of watching grown men (anD women! ur a feminist! girls are great!) gliding around on ice clickity-clacking a tiny puck here and there with wooden sticks while very aggressively shOving into each other at the same time

also the names of the hockey teams are always so dumb

you could probably come up with a better hockey team name because all you have to do is pick an adjective and then pick an animal

the screaming giraffes

the wailing whales

the condescending toads

you would pay good money to watch a match between the screaming giraffes and the wailing whales

you’re not sure if the condescending toads would make a good name now that you think about it

“aw, c’mon! it’s not like you had any other plans, anyways.” tae raises a brow at you and you immediately scoff

he has a good point.,.,., but stiLL

“i totally had plans!”

“ordering a party sized serving of chicken alfredo and garlic bread and watching netflix doesn’t count as plans.”

…okay anoTHer good point

the seats that you guys got are actually pretty good

you’re located right in the middle so you get an equal view of the goal on the right and the goal on the left

it’s not like you’re going to be paying attention to the game but still

very nice!

“can you believe we only had to pay $5 for all of this?” tae laughs lightly in disbelief as he rubs his hands together and looks down at the foot-long hot dog sitting on his lap

“…it should be concerning that we got all of this for $5.” you mutter under your breath and stare down at the plastic-looking cheese smothered over the fries

you told tae not to go overboard with the food but of course he didn’t listen to you which is why you guys are sharing a foot-long chilli cheese dog anD an extra large order of chilli cheese fries and a slurpee served in a literal bucket

usually you’d be down to inhale all of this but uh

you don’t want to sound snooty or anything but you saw one of the employees accidentally drop an entire bag of cheese into the pot before quickly fishing it out with their bare hands and you’re pretty sure that’s a health code violation

you mentioned it to tae and he said it wasn’t a big deal and- well, he’s already starting to scarf down the hot dog

side note

these fries are actually really good

you stab a few more of them with your fork before shovIng the biteful into your mouth and gently dabbing some cheese sauce off your chin with your napkin

just because you’re starving doesn’t mean all your manners are going to fly out the damn window

you didn’t eat breakfast this morning so this is a great first meal

“vou know what fhe beft part iv of sitting in the front?” tae asks through a faT mouthful of hot dog and you immediately wince in respond

men are disgusting

“what?” you reach over to wipe tae’s mouth with a napkin because both his hands are occupied by the almost offensively large hotdog

he swallows his bite before licking some chilli from the corner of his mouth

again

men are disgusting

“sometimes the hockey players get sLammed right up against the protective shield right in front of us.” tae gestures to the clear plastic panels separating the crowd from the rink “and if you’re really lucky, you get to see someone lose a tooth or something!”

you immediately make a face

“wha- how is that-“

“jungkook, over here! i found our seats!” you glance over for a second when someone quite literally scReams out loud for their friend

and then you’re turning to face tae again

“as i was saying,” you pause for a brief second when tae reaches over to take the fries from you, “how the hell is that the best part about sitting in the fr-“

you jump in surprise when what feels like a whole handful of popcorn suddenly scatters down on your head and onto your lap

oh coMe ON

you just washed your hair this morning!!!!!

the crumbs are going to look like you have veRy bad dandruff

also this is heavily buTTERED popcorn which means that the grease stains on your jeans are probably going to be there for the rest of your life

and these jeans were expeNSIVE

>:-(

this hockey game is not a very fun experience so far

“oh shit, sorry!”

“it’s all good, it’s all good…” you mutter as you flick a kernel of popcorn off your shoulder

yep

there’s a speck of grease on your sweater

greAt

“just be careful with that drink of yours because i-“ you look up to-

o-oh

oh god

oh god the popcorn guy is cute

and not just cute

he’s like.,,. he’s suPER CUTE

round brown eyes

obscenely perfectly tousled black hair

he definitely looks to be around your age which is a big fat bonus

although that colour-block hoodie of his is making him look a lot younger you still think it’s safe to say he’s probably around your age

“sorry, miss… the plastic lids here are flimsy as hell and mine keeps popping off so you can’t blame me if i get you wet!” the guy flashes you a boyish smile and you feel your mouth go dry

oh dear lord

have mercy

“hey- you want extra chilli on your half of the hot dog?” you’re rudely poPped out of your little bubble when taehyung suddenly elbows your side

“wh- what? what?” you tear your eyes away from the handsome stranger who’s making himself comfortable in the seat right next to you before clearing your throat and looking over at tae

“extra chilli!” tae chirps and raises your half of the hot dog up a little

he already finished his half which isn’t a huge surprise

to be honest he was going to just go ahead and finish the hot dog but he figured it’d be nice to at least offer you a bite

“-i even asked for an extra little container of chopped up onions because i know you like-“

“no!” you blurt out and whack the container of onions out of tae’s hand causing it to smAck against the plastic divider before clattering to the ground

the two of you blink down at it

tae purses his lips before subtly kicking as much of it as possible under his seat

“i, um, i’m actually not that hungry. you can finish the hot dog.” you clear your throat again before unscrewing the lid of your bottle of water and taking a tentative, ladylike sip

“…what are you talking about? you were going to town on those cheesy fries like five seconds ago- oW-“

“jungkook, over here! i found our seats!” jungkook perks up when he sees namjoon waving him over

there he is!

he was starting to get worried that namjoon wandered off somewhere or somehow locked himself in the supply closet or something

namjoon put him in charge of snack duty and he went aLL out

popcorn? check!

roasted peanuts? double check!

blue-flavoured slurpee? triple check!

he actually ended up getting two drinks because namjoon likes to bite the straw and jungkook doesn’t want to share a drink with a straw-biter

“here, i’ll take the peanuts and my drink-“ namjoon plucks the paper bag and the plastic cup cradled in jungkook’s arms before he steps aside to let him squeeze into the aisle

namjoon actually won these hockey game tickets from a raffle at work and jungkook almost exploded with joy when he invited him to come and watch it with him

it was actually pretty perfect timing because the game just so happened to land on jungkook’s birthday

namjoon gave jungkook the best birthday present and he didn’t even have to spend a dime

:’)

“s’cuse me, sorry-“ jungkook weasels his way in between the aisles and carefully steps over people’s legs as he makes his way to his seat exciTEdly

he’s never been to a live sports game before!!!

and he’s definitely never been in the froNt row of anything before!!!!

two birds with one fAt stone!

also he-

“oh shit, sorry!” he gasps when he accidentally tips his carton of popcorn a little bit causing it to land all over the stranger seated next to his spot

shiT

there goes half his popcorn

he’s not going to go back up to the concessionary stand to get more popcorn because the game is about to start and the line is probably still half a mile long

“it’s all good, it’s all good…” jungkook winces to himself and feels his cheeks heat up a little as he watches you brush the popcorn to the ground

yikes

he’s about to sit down when suddenly you speak up again “just be careful with that drink of yours because i-“

jungkook feels his heart skip a beat when you look up at him

oh wowie you’re pretty

…he just spilt his greasy popcorn all over a very pretty girl

double yikes

it’s fine

just play it cool

he can play it cool

“sorry…” jungkook raises his cup a little “the plastic lids here are flimsy as hell and mine keeps popping off so you can’t blame me if i get you wet!”

he immediately pales as soon as that tumbles out of his mouth

wha-

what the HELL was that?!?!?!

out of all the things he could’ve said

his three and a half brain cells came up with thAT

you can’t blame me if i get you wet???????

you probably think he’s some kind of weird peRVERT now

luckily your boyfriend starts talking to y-

huh

you have a boyfriend

of course you have a boyfriend

jungkook lets out a little huff before plopping down on the plastic seat

whatever >:-(

namjoon leans over and glances into the popcorn bag before frowning

damnit

he just wanted some popcorn

:-(

“holy shiT, did you see that backhand????” tae practically screeches as he reaches over and slaps your arm aggressively “y/n, did you see it????”

“i saw- i sAW it, i saw it!” you scowl and smack his hands away from you

“oh my god, that was legEndary-“

you can barely hear tae’s enthusiastic blabbering because all you can hear is the sound of skates shrEdding up the ice and the sound of the puck being whacked back and forth and also cheers and whOops from all of these diehard fans

you honestly have no idea what the hell is going on right now

all you know is that the two teams are tied right now and everYone’s getting frustrated

you’re not sure which team you should be rooting for so you’re just basing it off of which uniform you like better

in other words, you’re cheering on the pUrpLe team!

also no one’s been smacked up against the plastic divider yet which is a huge relief because you’re not sure if you want to see anyone lose any teeth today

“will you cut it out?? your future girlfriend probably isn’t going to appreciate it if you’re practically beating her up-“

jungkook perks up immediately when he hears that come out of your mouth

so that guy isn’t your boyfriend!

nice!!!!!

that means he still has a chance even though he dumped like a pound of popcorn on you and almost drenched you in his blue-flavoured slurpee

also he didn’t mean to eavesdrop

it’s just hard noT to eavesdrop when you’re sitting right next to him

he’s been paying attention to the game because duH but also he keeps thinking about how cute u look when you have a mouthful of french fries

also

now he knows that your name is y/n which is actually pretty fitting

you look like a y/n

it’s cute!

on an unrelated note

u smell rly nice but he can’t quite put his finger on what that particular scent is

jungkook’s nose twitches

“what do you mean the game isn’t over yet??” you groan and plop yourself back down in the seat “there was an intermission like half an hour ago!!!”

“there are two intermissions, you whiney baby!” tae scowls

you need to chill

you’re acting like watching a hockey game is equivalent to getting your teeth pulled out

you’re being a bABy

if he can sit through hours and houRS of your reality tv shows you can sit through one hockey game

“so…” namjoon pauses for a second “the game… isn’t over?”

“nope! there’s one more round.” jungkook chirps and shovels a handful of popcorn into his mouth

“oh.” namjoon slumps back in his seat a little

he thought the game was over

to be honest he was ready to leave before the first intermission but jungkook looked like he was having the time of his life so he decided to wait it out

“so what are we supposed to do now?” namjoon furrows his brows “do they just expect us to wait and do nothing?”

“well, no, they’re doing that thing where-“ jungkook immediately chokes when he suddenly sees his face on the jumbotron

and unsurprisingly

your face is also on the jumbotron

“y/n-“

“hold on, i’m about to beat my high score-“ your tongue pokes out in concentration as you focus on your very intense session of tetris

“y/n-“ tae hisses and punches your arm

“ow!” you whine and rub your sore arm

tae’s been hitting you for the duration of the whole game and you’re pretty sure your arm is about to fall off

he needs to cut it out

he knoWs you bruise like a pEACH

“-what did i tell you about hitting me???” you put your phone down and turn to glare at tae

“you’re on the- look!!!!” tae points to the front and-

you immediately pale when you realise that yes, that is most definitely your face on the jumbotron right now, and yes, you and jungkook, the very handsome stranger that you definitely already have a crush on, are currently trapped inside of a big pinK heart with the words ‘KISS CAM’ floating on top of the heart

oh god

you can’t kiss him

you still taste like cheesy fries

and your lips are chapped

and your tongue is stained blue from the slurpee

you can’T KISS HIM

and also he’s a literal stranger but most importantly you are not in the right state to be kisSEd right NOW

“oh, no-“ you shake your head quickly before making a slicing gesture over your neck “we’re not- we’re not together!”

jungkook glances at you for a brief second and he can sEe the panic in your eyes

okay

he was down to kiss you but obviously you don’t feel the same way which is totally understandable but stiLL

oh well

he might as well join in on the protesting

“right, yeah- we don’t know each other!” jungkook shakes his hand at the camera and you flash a sheepish smile at the camera before shrugging

the crowd immediately erupts into boos and you immediately scoff before turning to face the people behind you

“excuse-” you gawk when someone has the audacity to thrOW a handful of popcorn down at you guys “-excuse you!”

you turn back to face the camera and shake your head before holding your arms up and crossing one over the other

“sorry! we’re not going to kiss!!!!!!!!”

you shoot a glare in tae’s direction when he joins in on the booing

sometimes you don’t know why you’re friends with him because he’s literally suCH a moRON

“seriously, we’re not- oh, okay-“ you let out a breath of relief when the camera moves away from the two of you

you immediately slump back in your seat

phEW

that was a close call

if ur going to kiss jungkook it’s going to be because he wantS to kiss you and noT because he’s being forCed to kiss you

“sorry about that…” he turns to look at you and you immediately perk up

“no, you have nothing to apologise for! don’t sweat it.” you laugh lightly and shake your head before digging through your purse for a stick of gum

your breath still tastes like cheesy fries and it’s not very pleasant

“i, uh, i’m jungkook, by the way.” jungkook sticks his hand out for you to shake

he’s… introducing himself to you

…does that mean… he might be… interested in you…?

much to think about

you take his hand gently before offering him a shy smile “i’m y/n.”

“and i’m taehyung!” tae leans over and shoots jungkook a boxy smile “i would shake your hand but my fingers are still sticky with cheese.”

your eyes flutter shut and you pinch the bridge of your nose

kim taehyung is the absolute bane of ur existence

“it’s nice to meet you guys. uh, this is-“ jungkook glances over his shoulder “this is namjoon!”

“hey, hi.” namjoon smiles politely and nods to the both of you in acknowledgement “are you guys big hockey fans?”

“i’m not, but tae is-“ you laugh lightly and namjoon’s eyes liGht up

“i’m not that big of a fan either! i honestly don’t really get it!“

“right??” you gasp in excitement because now you have someone you can actually talk to about this stuff “what’s the big deal with a group of grown men gliding around and-“

“i know!! also i always lose track of where the puck is-“

taehyung and jungkook lean back slightly to give each other the same looks of ‘do you hear what i’m hearing right now?’

“i don’t see what the point is of having two intermissions-“ you nearly jump ten feet into the air when the crowd suddenly buRsts into cheers and for a second you think it’s because the game is resuming

but nO

because take a WILD guess as to whose faces are up on the jumbotron aGAIN

“wha- are you people serious?!” you gawk as you stare at yourself at the screen

…is that really what you look like?

you look weirder when you’re up on the big screen for some reason

you don’t get a chance to dwell on the fact that people can probably see your pores from how HD the camera is because the next thing you know, the crowd is beginning to chant

“kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!”

jungkook lets out a nervous laugh and shakes his head before reaching up to pluck at the silver hoop hanging from his ear (it’s a nervous hAbit and he is very vERY nervous right now) “sorry, we’re not going to!”

“kiSS! kiSS! kiSS! kiSS!”

“you heard the guy!” you gesture over to jungkook “we’re not doing it, you pERverts!”

it seems like the audience couldn’t give leSS of a shit because every time you and jungkook say that you two aren’T going to kiss they become more riled up

even taehyung and namjoon have joined in on the chanting

namjoon can’t help but snort when jungkook turns to look at him with briGht red cheeks

if ya can’t beat em join em!!!

“we’re going to be here all day! just move on!”

“KISS!”

“we’re not going to kiss!!!!!!!”

“KISS!”

“we don’t even know each other!”

“KISS!”

“my lips are suPer chapped!”

“KISS!”

“take a hint!”

“oh for the love of god-“ jungkook’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when you’re suddenly grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him towards you and-

his heart stops in his chest when you press your lips against his and he immediately freezes

o god

you’re kissing him

you’re kiSsing HIM

you pull away far too soon for jungkook’s liking (it was obviously only meant to be a peck) and jungkook blinks owlishly

wha-

is that it?????

that’s all????

you are riPPING him off

“there, we kissed! are you freAKS happ-“ before you get a chance to get all smug with the camera jungkook’s yanking you back and smearing his lips over yours

the crowd now eRUPTS into cheers and screams and namjoon is literally screeching his head off next to jungkook

taehyung isn’t doing any better

he threw his half-eaten hot dog up into the aIR

and for a brief second jungkook thinks you’re going to freak out and pull away but he’s more than pleasantly surprised when you begin to kiss him back

also he figured out what u smell like and why he likes it so much

it’s because you smell like his favourite fabric softener

and if that’s not a sign that you’re basically perFect for him then he doesn’t know what is!!!!

jungkook reaches up to cup your cheek gently while your fingers curl around the nape of his neck

needless to say

you are vERy much making out with a stranger right now (your mom would probably flip if she found out) but you most definitely don’t give a hECK because jungkook’s lips are so soft and he tastes like buttery popcorn

the tiniest of whimpers slips past your lips when jungkook teases you with small brushes of his tongue against yours

he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss and all of a sudden you feel lightheaded and your entire body feels like jello

he’s such a good kisser that you nearly forget the fact that the two of you are making out in front of like 20,000 people right now

a smirk twitches at the corner of jungkook’s mouth when he pulls away and you immediately respond with a whine

it started off with you getting him all flustered but obviously the tables have turned because you are just putty in his hands and he knows it

“jungkook…” you sigh breathlessly as he nudges his nose against yours

oH boy

your soul definitely left your body

you’re still floating on cloud nine

meanwhile the crowd is still compLETELY losing it because they were just expecting a little pek and not THIS

“yeah?” jungkook takes his bottom lip in between his teeth as he resists the urge to lean in and kiss you again

“i think this means you have to take me out on a date now.”

“…i think you might be right.”

best

birthday

ever

:-)

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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wkemeup · 5 years ago

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Drabble ideas / things I’d love to see for I’m With You: first date, first Christmas, how Bucky asks her to be his gf, how Bucky’s relationship with Becca turns out, do they get married? Kids? I can see them returning to the airport they met at 😭😭😭

Let’s start with a first date, huh? 😉 (the other questions will hopefully be address in other drabbles!)

I’m With You - Masterlist

“Listen, we’ve got a jam-packed day today so I’d move a little quicker if I was you!” Bucky called from the other side of the door as you rushed around your closet-sized studio apartment in search of your shoes. You could hear him tap his forehead against the door. “We’re on a schedule here, Y/n and it’s been a full week since we landed back in the city and you haven’t let me see you since. It’s a real tragedy, you know? Plus, you’re making me step foot in Queens and I, for one, am—”

Still without your shoes on, you unfastened the locks and held open the door abruptly, only for Bucky to lose his footing and fall right into you. You steadied him on his arms and he was laughing as a blush crept up his cheeks. In his hands, a bouquet of pink and white flowers he must have picked up on the way over. He extended them to you, a new nervous energy around him now that the door was there to act as a shield.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you sighed, though you accepted the flowers. They smelled of fresh air and sweet florals; something you didn’t find often in the city. When you glanced up at Bucky again, you found him smiling at you adoringly.

“It’s first date protocol, doll.”

Bucky shrugged teasingly, making his way into your kitchen and going through the cabinets until he found what he was looking for. He set a vase on the counter and gestured for the flowers back.

“You seem to have a plan for everything. Flight cancellations, first dates...” you observed, handing him the flowers and watching as he trimmed the stems and unwrapped the plastic. He set them into the vase, not completely satisfied with their height, and pulled out a few to trim another inch off the bottom. He stepped back with a grin when he was finished.

It must have been the first time he really got a look at you because he pulled his lower lip into his mouth, eyes trailing down your dark wash jeans with frayed holes at the thighs, the oversized sweater hanging off your shoulder, and your noticeably bare feet.

“You look beautiful,” he said simply and you wondered if your heart might beat out of your chest.

He crossed the room, attempting to pull you into his arms kiss you, but you skirted out of his hold. He pouted as you held up a finger at him.

“First date, right?” you started, finally locating your shoes hidden under the blanket by the couch. You slipped them on as you held onto the armrest for support. “We have to do this in the correct order, Bucky. Be normal with me, will you?”

“Nothing about us has been normal, doll,” he chuckled. “Can’t we just lean into it?”

“I want that proper first date, Barnes,” you teased, pinching at his shoulder. “You promise me a walk in the park and an Italian street vendor. Don’t think I forgot about that.”

“Where do you think I’m taking you, sweetheart?” Bucky had a hand on his heart, feigning offense, and you swatted his shoulder.

He offered you his hand on the way out the door and you took it without hesitation.

It only took a twenty-minute walk from your apartment before you reached the garden he’d been telling you about. It was quiet, away from the clusters of tourists taking pictures down by the bridge, and surrounded by beautiful brick archways. You paused at the entrance, surprised to find such a small, intimately beautiful Edan you hadn’t known existed so close to home.

But that wasn’t what stilled you in your tracks.

At the center of the open space was a blue and white checkered blanket, a series of wooden woven baskets, and a small speaker playing soft acoustic music a few feet away.

“Worthy of a proper first date?” Bucky asked, noticeably watching your expression with a grin matching the surprise on your face.

“When did you— How did you do this?” you gaped as Bucky tugged you along to the picnic blanket. You sank down to the ground, hand brushing over the plaid cotton and then to the basket. You opened it, curious, to find it filled with plates and napkins, but no food. You laughed, sitting back on your heels as you eyed Bucky. “I think you forgot something.”

“Did I?” he asked cheekily before he nodded to the entrance of the garden.

A short statured man with rosy red cheeks and a prominent frown emerged from behind the brick archways. He was wearing a white apron stained in grease over his red t-shirt, had a slight limp in his step, and was carrying a plastic bag full of food wrapped in tin foil.

“Gianni, my man!” Bucky greeted and the man carrying the food seemed to light up instantly.

“Ah, Booky, s’a good to see you!” Gianni set the food on the blanket next to you and engulfed Bucky in a hug tighter than he was prepared for. Bucky coughed a few times before Gianni let up and eventually let him go. Bucky handed him some cash and patted him on the back.

Gianni turned to you, wide eyes flashing in recognition. “This mus’ be your airport girl!”

“Be cool, Gianni!” Bucky hushed, pushing at Gianni’s shoulders as a heat flushed his cheeks. You started to laugh, though you spared his ego as you distracted yourself with unwrapping the food and the smell of mozzarella, garlic, oregano, and basil flooded your senses.

Bucky ushered Gianni away and finally came back to the blanket, dropping down in a huff before he met your eyes nervously. He took a deep breath.

“Is this okay?”

You raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of a garlic knot that tasted of heaven. “Okay? Bucky this is amazing. You really didn’t have to do all this for me--”

“Will you stop with that?” Bucky teased, shaking his head as he unwrapped a slice of pizza. “You deserve all of this and more, alright? I know you’d be happy sitting on the couch watching TV and ordering takeout, but you have to let me do this every once in a while, doll. I gotta prove to you and the surrounding Brooklyn area that I’m still a romantic at heart and a damn good boyfriend!”

You swallowed, staring at him and you realized he didn’t seem to notice what he said. He was contently eating his pizza, chewing mouth fulls of bread and cheese as he settled in beside you.

You pursed your lips, leaning down to rest against your elbow. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Bucky froze instantly. Like stone. Though his face was beet red.

“We did skip several steps, didn’t we?” you added, giving him some relief from the panic undoubtably coursing through his veins. He nodded slowly, apprehensively, though he was still stiff. You laughed, reaching over to run a hand down his arm in hopes to loosening the tension. “I think the idea if you do.”

He chewed on his lip, blue eyes flashing at you enough to twist and pull at your stomach for decades. “Yeah?”

You nodded, heart racing. “Yeah.”

“Think you’d let me kiss you now?” Always the charmer.

You shrugged. “Only if you’re okay with a little garlic.”

“Little? You ate four garlics in the span of two minutes,” he grinned, though he was closing the space between you. His nose brushed yours, his smile reaching up high into his cheeks and you decided this was where you wanted to be, always.

He brushed over your lips, teasing you before pulled back enough to give you a full glimpse into the ocean blue of his eyes. “I will take every opportunity to kiss you, sweetheart.”

And he did.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #marvel

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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“I understand it is hard. And I don’t expect perfection from you, just effort. But I want you, I need you to know that I am your safe place. And I will give time and space.”

"Thank you. I promise you that I will give it my all."

“We can share. But honestly, I don’t have any problems doing it. I enjoy cooking and you work so hard, I imagine it would be nice to come home to dinner. Particularly if my schedule has me at home when you get home.”

"It certainly would make a nice change to have a home cooked meal rather than reaching for the take out menus when I've had a busy day. It would also be lovely not coming home to find an empty apartment. I could really get used to coming home to find my sexy Mistress waiting for me."

His stomach growls again and he looks down sheepishly. Picking up the piece of cheesy garlic bread.

“Eat up, Magnus.” She smirks at him. “You’ll need your strength for tonight. And of course, wear whatever you are comfortable in.” She glances over to spy his cock straining. “I’m sure it will go down eventually.”

"Thank you Mistress. I imagine so, though its hard not to get excited when in your company." He says before taking another bite of the cheesy goodness. "Mmmm..." He moans as he eats the garlic bread. The hot garlic butter and stringy cheese is absolutely delicious and he blushes.

“Nice to see you have an appetite for something other than sex. Would you like me to cook dinner tonight?” She finishes up her pizza and garlic bread.

"There's just something about the way that garlic bread smells that really creates an appetite. Much like the scent and sight of a good woman."

“If you eat your food, you can have a brownie, Magnus.” She gets up and grabs herself one. She breaks off a piece and holds it out between her thumb and finger. “Want a taste?”

"Yes please." He says opening his mouth to take the warm fudgy goodness. He closes his lips around her fingers and sucks on them, lightly swirling his tongue around the digits as he cleans off the chocolate. He watches her through his lowered eyelashes, pulling off with a wet pop, he runs his tongue over his lips. "Mmmm you taste absolutely heavenly."

- Magnus Martinsson

She giggles. “It sounds like I am basically moving in.”

“Magnus, has anyone ever told you that you are insatiable?” She smiles over at him. “Because that is the word for it, insatiable.”

"There's just something about the way that garlic bread smells that really creates an appetite. Much like the scent and sight of a good woman."

“If you eat your food, you can have a brownie, Magnus.” She gets up and grabs herself one. She breaks off a piece and holds it out between her thumb and finger. “Want a taste?”

Honey can’t help but moan softly as Magnus’s tongue swirls on her fingers and his lips suck, particularly when he pulls off with a wet pop. Her resolve melting in the face of the gorgeous man next to her, eating chocolate off her fingers.

“I’ll make you a deal, Magnus. Finish up your pizza, garlic bread and brownie and I’ll take care of your ‘problem’ with my hands before we go out. Does that sound fair?” She blinks up at him.

#magnus anon #magnus rp #honey oc #slightly n s f w #oh lord I would cave too

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poc-movie-supremacy · 4 years ago

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My Fancy Boy

After a late night at work, Andrew comes home to a sleepy husband and daughter. As they relax, Steven gets Andrew to tell him his favorite story: How they got engaged.

This is the final instalment of the Hello Sunshine universe. Hope you guys like it!

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The apartment was dark when Andrew opened the door. Work at the restaurant ran a little late so Andrew was just happy to be home. He toed off his shoes and hung up his jacket before silently padding his way throughout the house. When he reached the door to the living room, he noticed a dark blue light flooding through from the crack in the door. Andrew smirked and opened the door.

Ratatouille was playing on the screen to a small audience. Steven was laying on his back on the sofa half asleep. Methodically, he rubbed his hand over his daughter’s back as he watched her sleep. Her hair was mused as she clutched Steven’s necklace in her tiny hand. Andrew’s heart fluttered at the scene. Quickly he bent down to press a feather-light kiss to the top of his husband’s head.

Steven preened at the touch, smiling up at him. “Hi honey.”

“Hey sweetie, I’m home,” Andrew joked. Steven smiled up at his husband but didn’t say anything. Moments like there were better fit for quiet reverence than sugary sweet compliments. Slowly, as to not disturb the sleeping child, Steven lifted himself up to let Andrew slide in. He quietly settled himself, one hand in Steven’s hair, the other on their daughter’s back.

“She really likes your engagement necklace, and ring,” Andrew noted. Her grip on the special piece of jewelry was tight. Steven hummed.

“She likes the clinking sound the ring and the sun make. Multi-purpose gift,” Steven joked. Andrew rubbed a certain spot in Steven’s hair eliciting a happy noise from the lavender haired boy. “Do you remember the day you gave me it?” Steven whispered.

“Of course, it was the best day of my life.”

“Tell it to me again.”

A few years ago…

Andrew paced around the room worrying his bottom lip. Niki, Annie, Rie, and Adam watched him curiously waiting to see what was making him so upset. Niki kept shouting out possibilities but Andrew just ignored her. Finally, Adam got fed up and forcefully asked Andrew why he wanted them at his apartment sans Steven.

“Oh my god are you breaking up?! I won’t be apart of this, Steven’s my friend too.” Niki immediately asserted. That got Andrew to stop his pacing and stare confusingly at Niki.

“No, no, Steven and I are not breaking up. Quite the opposite actually, I wanna propose.”

“Oh that’s great! Much better than breaking up, this I can help with.” Niki said, relieved. Annie started laughing at Niki’s comments. Rie gave an encouraging smilte to Andrew who was frankly starting to lose his mind.

“Why do you need our help. He’s your boyfriend, and he did a worth it: lifestyle episode with Kristin about engagement rings so you already know what he likes,” Adam points out.

“But a proposal is special, he needs to plan out something great for his fancy boy.” Rie contended with Adam.

Niki snorted. “Andrew could be in his boxers telling Steven the worst pun imaginable and feeding him cheese and Steven would be head over heels.” The quartet frowned in various stages of disgust at the image that sentence invoked. “I do mean that, but man do I regret saying it.”

“This isn’t helping.” Andrew groaned into his hands and resumed pacing.

“Well, Adam is right, you do know him very well. What does Steven like?” Rie gently asks him.

“Basketball and Video games, he likes period dramas for the yearning, and anything food related. He likes going to the beach right as the sunsets because he swears swimming and walks along the Riviera are best at night. He hates going to parties, preferring to stay inside and perform science experiments. He’ll rarely get drunk, but if he did it’s only on red wine. He’s such a fancy boy.” As Andrew talked a soft hush fell onto the room. The audience quietly listened to Andrew wax poetic about Steven. A light blush tinted Andrew’s cheeks and a small, dopey smile graced his lips. Liquid adoration pooled in his eyes as he thought about his boyfriend. That’s who I wanna spend the rest of my life with, his brain decided, my sunshine boy, my fancy boy.

The romantic mood was broken when Niki not so quietly whispered to Annie, “Geez and I thought I was a romantic,” which made Annie snort loudly.

Slowly, Andrew blinked out of his daydream of happy days with Steven lim to the sad kind of Steven less reality.

Adam gave him an unimpressed look. “Like I said, you already have everything you need.”

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Two weeks later, Steven and Andrew were walking hand in hand along the beach. As of today, they’ve been dating for two years. Andrew’s special gift was tucked in a nice pouch in his pocket since he, for the life of him, couldn’t come up with an excuse to wear anything baggier to the beach. Nerves quietly ate away at him as Steven rambled beside him. His hands swung around wildly as he told him some long-winded story that happened to Marielle, Ryan, Shane, and Sara.

When they neared the destination, Andrew gently guided Steven onto the beach towards the picnic basket. Thank god no one stole it, there was some expensive wine in there. Steven’s face lit up at the sight before him. “Sunset beach with the good wine! You know me too well, Andy.” Steven gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before plopping down onto the blanket.

Not well enough to know if you’ll say yes, Andrew anxiously thought. He sat down next to Steven side to side, and asked, “Eat now or swim now?”

“Eat now, nothing like a nighttime dip, Drew.” Steven reasoned. Andrew smiled and set about unpacking the picnic baskets. He made them a plate of lasagna and a loaf of garlic bread. Steven licked his lips excitedly at the sight. They don’t bother with plates, choosing instead to eat straight from the tupperware.

The sun has finally set and the moon is starting to peak out, bathing them in silvery light. It made Steven seem paler, like a silver statue. Andrew thought that the golden jewelry he picked out would offset him wonderfully.

He turned up some soft music as they set about eating. They fed each other more than they fed themselves if they were being truthful. Whispered words and light giggles danced around them. When they couldn’t eat anymore, Steven absent-mindedly ran his hands over the planes of Andrew’s body. They waited for their food to digest before they went into the ocean.

They raced in hand in hand, until Andrew picked up Steven and tossed him into the ocean. Shrikes and giggles filled the air. The water was icy cold and chilling to the bone. Shivers and goosebumps raced over the boys. Steven got back at Andrew by dunking him in the ocean. They swam together for a while until Andrew got too tired. He left the beach to dry off and re-rehearsed his speech. Nerves were shaking him to the core. Steven was sad for him to leave the water, but he was having too much fun swimming to leave as well.

Andrew watched quietly as Steven trekked back from the ocean. His dark blue, almost royal blue hair was wild, half in a cowlick half matted to his forehead. Water droplets slowly made their way down his bare chest. A big smile shone on Steven’s face, brighter than the moon itself. Andrew’s breath caught in his throat. He knew if he was ever going to do it, now was the time.

“To celebrate our two year anniversary, I got you something. I know jewelry isn’t your thing, but I thought it suited you.” He got out the necklace from his back pocket and held it in front of Steven. It was glittering gold with a sun hanging at the end. Etched onto it was the words: My Fancy Boy.

Steven’s breath was caught in his throat. Tentatively he ran a finger along the gold chain down to the sun. The rays were thick squiggly lines and the sun was a shiny, smooth ball. “Put it on me?” Steven whispered hoarsely. He turned his back to Andrew and nervously played with his hands. The air around them was tense like a glass sheet. Steven could feel and hear every slight difference to the norm. He felt heat radiate off Andrew as he kneeled above him. His fingers were warm against Steven’s.

Once the necklace was on, Steven fingered it a little before pouncing on Andrew. The glass tension broke.

Andrew smiled as Steven deliberately placed loving kisses on his boyfriend’s face. His whole face was concentrated, like this is how he would repay Andrew and he had to do it right.

“Perfect, wonderful, mine,” Steven almost growled into Andrew’s ear.

“If you loved this gift,” Andrew said with a laugh, “you’re going to love what else I have for you.” A sense of seriousness washed over Andrew. It made Steven sit up, confused, and sit beside Andrew instead of on top of him.

Andrew sat up and patted his pocket to make sure the ring was still there. Reassured, he softly cupped Steven's cheek. “You are the best thing that’s happened to me. Your giggle is music, the scrunch you do when you're happy could make an atheist believe in god. I’ve lived without you and it’s been torture. Something so awful I never want to experience it again, so” Andrew pulled out the ring and got down on one knee. Steven’s eyes were as wide as saucers and shining. Andrew wondered if he’d stare long enough he would see stars and galaxies.

“Steven Lim, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband.” It was a simple gold band with a single diamond in the middle and two rubies surrounding it. Steven, usually so energetic, was dead still staring at the ring. Andrew was starting to get nervous, wondering if he’d done this too soon or asked him wrong.

His grip on the ring was lax, loose enough for Steven to slip it onto his finger. As he silently admired the ring, he whispered, “Steven Ilnyckyj does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” His eyebrow quirk at the pun stirred Andrew out of his self-deprecating thoughts. As fast as a bullet, he picked up Steven and twirled him around.

“I was worried you were going to say no.” He admitted into the crook of Steven’s neck.

Steven hummed sympathetically and ran his hands methodically through his fiancé’s hair. His nails were growing out which felt good on Andrew’s skull.

“I’d never say no, this is all I’ve wanted for a long time. I’m not letting you go, neither will this ring or necklace. I’m a very lucky man Ilnyckyj, to have gotten a boy like you.” Later on, he would take off the ring to put it with his necklace. Taking care of a baby was hard work, having his keys, and ring in the same place was a blessing. Plus the baby loved the jingle it made.

“You tell that story so well honey.” Steven sleepily murmured.

“It’s my favorite story to tell.”

#standrew #ella's worth it fics #we're all fic writers here #hello sunshine

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hadestownmodern · 5 years ago

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Whole Foods and Grilled Cheese

You got Eurydice and Persephone at Costco. Here is the prelude to that: Orpheus and Hades at Whole Foods. This was such a wild thing to write and I hope it brings someone a bit of a smile in these hard times. -A

The bustling of the grocery store was not a welcome sight to Orpheus who had not expected the action filled morning when he called his uncle the previous night.

“She’s been staying a lot..”

“Orpheus, I don’t want to know about your late night antics with that girl-”

“No no thats not- I’m not trying to talk about that!” Orpheus stuttered though he knew his blush was not evidence through the telephone. “She doesn’t eat well and she works so much- I wanted to try to make her some things.”

“Make her some things?”

“I want to learn to cook. Can you help me?”

“....” Silence, so Hades could hide the slight pride in his voice. “I’ll be there in the morning.”

The 8 a.m. knock on his apartment door, with his uncle demanding to get going for a ‘long day ahead’ had not been what he was anticipating when he rolled out of bed scrambling for pajama pants.

The morning was nothing short of exhausting. Hades dragging Orpheus through the busy streets to a high end department store and making a beeline for the kitchen department. A long lecture on different pots, pans, and cooking utensils ended with Hades buying ‘one of everything’ and having it promptly delivered to Orpheus apartment so they could continue on their day.

By afternoon, after Hades spent a small fortune to equip Orpheus with “the best of the best” for cooking, he would not relax on the ride to the local Whole Foods.

“Amma says you should buy from Farmer’s markets…” Orpheus had commented, between drinks of a free sample smoothie that was a rather unsettling shade of green.

Hades tried to hold back the sharp retort, biting his tongue and gesturing Orpheus forward in the store. “You can go to the farmers market once you have pantry staples, Orpheus. But you need a solid base. Spices, rice, pastas, flour.. Spices especially. Eventually you can make most of it yourself. You can make broth and pasta but for now, we’re starting easy. You need a solid start. A pasta dish, a chicken dish, some sort of eggs.. We’ll get to soup later. We’ll cover steak next week.”

“Next week?” Orpheus squeaks, eyes wide at the assortment of fruits and vegetables around him. His fingers lingered on star fruit a few extra moments before Hades deep voice pulled him out of his reverie.

“Yes, Next Week, do you want to impress the girl or not?” Hades is perusing a meat case, conversing with the butcher in words Orpheus cannot comprehend, taking brown paper wrapped packages and placing them in the cart. “We’ll start easy today. Scrambled eggs. Maybe a nice red sauce. Simple things…. What can you make now?”

“I can...heat up frozen chicken nuggets. And make grilled cheese! With tomato Soup!”

“Is the tomato soup from a can, Orpheus?” He isn’t even looking at him as he examines a dozen of eggs and places them in the shopping cart as well, before grabbing a few cheeses.

“...yes…”

“Then thats not cooking. What kind of cheese do you put on the grilled cheese?”

“The little slices that come wrapped one by one-”

“Thats not even real cheese. Okay. No red sauce today. Eggs. We do eggs.” He loops back to grab an extra dozen.

Hades directs Orpheus through each aisle, taking time to pause and teach Orpheus about all the possibilities. Different types of pasta for different sauces (Light sauce with spaghetti, bolognese with rigatoni), types of beans to use for different fillings, how different flours affected baked goods.

They were in the spice aisle, a deep discussion on the values of garlic salt versus garlic powder when Orpheus asked a new question.

“So you need garlic and onion powder, but can add your own salt. I really suggest you use real garlic and onion but on grilled cheese or eggs this is easier. I also think freshly cracked black pepper makes a difference-”

“When did you know you wanted to marry Persephone?” He asks, looking up from his notebook full of spice notes.

“...not after six days, Boy, back to the spice. Now bay leaves are quintessential to a good soup base..”

“I bought a ring!”

“And you should use real homemade broth, Persephone used those bouillon cubes as a nausea quick cure but- I’m sorry you did what?”

“I bought a ring! Yesterday. I love her so much, I just..I know she’s it for me. Amma always says you know and I know!” He has an innocence in his eyes that Hades doesn’t want to crush, but innocence too closely accompanies naivety.

“Orpheus. You met six days ago. You don’t marry a girl because she took your virginity!”

Orpheus’ face turned the color of the canned tomatoes in his hand, the poet losing his words. “No! I love her! I know I do! She makes the world have color and reason and I look at her and see the whole world. I just imagine waking up next to her and holding our babies and-”

“Six days. Six days ago. You met her six days ago, stop talking about babies and marriage and focus on, I don’t know, getting to no her as a person with clothes on?” He grabs a handful of jarred spices and pushed on through the store. “Two years, Orpheus. We were together two years before I even thought about it. Now come on, we need to start cooking.” He ended the conversation, gesturing Orpheus towards the checkout.

They stopped at his apartment to drop off and properly store the frozen ingredients, a lesson all in its own of proper pantry filling and food storage, before taking the car to Hades townhome, where Orpheus was already spending so much of his time.

“We’ll do Eggs and grilled cheese. Scrambled eggs, you can’t do an omlette yet.” Hades decided as he keys into the front door, grabbing the mail on his way in.

“Is seph home? Is she gonna try it-”

“Of course. You don’t have to impress her though. Even if it tasted like garbage, that woman would never hurt your feelings. It’s Junie you need to impress-”

“..Junie?”

Just then Hades pushes the door open, and within seconds tiny yet quick footsteps were audible, getting closer by the second.

Junie, in her little purple tutu, ringlet curls bouncing as she ran, flew into her father’s legs with her arms in the air. “Daddy! I miss-ed-ed you!”

He chuckles lowly, scooping her onto his hip and kissing her cheek as the toddler wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hey, Princess. Where’s your mother?”

“If she’s the princess, does that make me the queen?” Persephone appears, long curls falling loose around her face. She somehow looks put together even in a sweatshirt far too big for her and flannel pajama shorts left over from last years christmas. “How was your shopping trip?”

He kisses his wife, tugging her closer by the fabric of her shirt. “You were the queen long before she was the princess. And it was eventful. He uses prepackaged cheese.”

“Well, I ate cups of ramen noodles and you loved me anyway.” Persephone winks, holding a hand out to Orpheus. “I hope he didn’t scare you, it’s sweet, that you’re learning to do this.”

“Well I want to be with her forev-”

He is interrupted by Hades voice, as he bounces Junie once “Hey Junie, why don’t we go set up to cook. Come, Orpheus.”

“Yeah, come on Ophie!” Junie gestures for him to follow, as her father carries her to the kitchen. He sits her on the chair at the island, before Persephone sits beside her and pulls her into her lap.

“Why’s Ophie cookin’ daddy?” She asks, kicking her little legs before pressing her back into her mother’s chest, snuggling into her.

“Because he’s trying to impress a girl, Junie.” Hades says off handedly, placing a loaf of bread on the table top. “Remember, Junie, if a man can’t cook, he isn’t good enough for you.”

“Noone’s good ‘nuff for me, Daddy.”

“Thats right, baby. Thats right.”

“Are you tryna impress Princess Rydice, Ophie?” The little girl asks, craning her head to look at him, standing in the doorway looking suddenly horrified.

“Oh, Yes I am Junie, I love her so much and I want to make her happy!” He has a dreamy look in his eyes, looking off in admiration.

“Are you gonna marry her?” Junie inquires, cocking her head.

“I want to, so badly!”

“Now Orpheus, we talked about this-” Hades grumbled before his wife cuts him off.

“What are you making us tonight, my little culinary masters.” Persephone teases, resting her chin on Junie’s head. “I’m in the mood for glazed salmon with-”

“Eggs. We are making eggs. And grilled Cheese.” Hades shoots her a look, signifying that even this may result in ordering takeout late in the evening. He grabs butter and an assortment of cheeses, a carton of eggs, and some other small ingredients.

“Thats not a real meal, daddy. Wheres the veggie?” Junie questions, resting her little face on her hand.

“Orpheus has to learn not to burn his house down before we can teach him to blanch veggies, baby.” Hades shakes his head, but hands Junie a handful of grated cheese to munch on in the cooking process.

Orpheus looks stunned as an egg is placed in his hand, and a small glass bowl is given to him. “Do i just..”

“Crack the egg Orpheus.”

Orpheus slams the egg into the bowl, shell going everywhere in both the yolk and on the counter top. “Oh..”

“Try again.”

They do this half a dozen times before Orpheus can confidently crack an egg, and learns whisking skills with a fork. He learns to add milk and butter, salt and pepper. He burns the first try, and under cooks the second. The third try is plated, and slid across the island to Junie and her mother.

Persephone gives Junie a bite before taking one herself. Persephone, either being overly kind or with overly low standards, gives orpheus a thumbs up.

Junie, however, stares at the pale eggs and shakes her head. “Ophie you aren’t impressin’ any-body with this. You need salt.”

“Juniper! Be nice!” Persephone lectured, but hid her face in her corkscrew curls to laugh to herself.

“I just telling the truth! It’s bland!” Junie defends, looking to her dad.

“She’s not wrong..Just use a little more salt and you’ll be golden Orpheus. Eat your eggs then we’ll try the grilled cheese.”

The grilled cheese does not go any better.

“For the love of god Orpheus, you put the buttered side on the pan, and the cheese on the inside!”

“He’s hopeless, Daddy.” Junie pokes in, eating the still uncooked cheese set out on the island. “ Rydice will marry you anyway Ophie, it’s okay if you can’t cook! Mama can’t cook either!”

“I made you, thats close enough to cooking.” Persephone teased, poking Junie’s stomach and making her erupt into brilliant giggles.

Orpheus is distracted by the sound, suddenly drawn to a future where it is a dark haired little girl laughing in the arms of Eurydice as he cooks a meal for his own family. He is so distracted by the thought of Eurydice’s dark eyes on a child that he doesn’t hear Hades in the background.

“Orpheus...Orpheus...ORPHEUS you are BURNING the toast.” He takes the spatula out of Orpheus’ hand and tosses the offending blackened sandwich away.

“I’m sorry i’m usually not this bad...I don’t burn my own grilled cheese.”

“Because you use fake cheese. Now remember. Butter bread. Butter side down. Gruyere. Cheddar. Mozzarella. Bread Butter side up.”

Orpheus follows the instructions, and this time, successfully develops a golden crust on the bread, with cheese oozing out just right.

He cuts the sandwich in half and presents it to his niece/pseudo sister with pride. “Here you go Junie B.”

Junie eyes him carefully, examining all of the sandwich. “Pretty color..smells good…” She takes an apprehensive bite, then another. “It’s good, Ophie...but..”

“Whats wrong, Junie?” Hades muses, leaning down to her eye level.

“If you were on chopped, you’d be chopped. But thats okay. My Daddy’s just better than you.”

#orpheus can't cook eggs but he can fertilize them #orpheus #hades #Junie tag #persephone #modern au #hadestown modern au #hadestown #hadestown au

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starkerparkerstark · 5 years ago

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hey, if ur still looking for prompts, how about peter whose an intern at SI while going to college and Tony starts to notice him getting stressed out so he subtly starts taking care of peter (inviting him over to ‘study’ but ends up cooking for him and making him relax instead of focusing on exams) but only if you want to!

💖sorry it took me a little while to write this promt 💖

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Tony looked up and noticed that Peter had his head in his hand and was looking at a wall in front of him. Peter has very obviously lost attention to the project he had set for him.

“You okay kid?”

Peter’s gaze was still set on the wall in front of him.

Tony sighed and stood up from his work bench. He walked over and placed a hand on the kid’s shoulder.

Peter jumped slightly at the sudden touch. “Huh?” Peter looked at Tony confused.

“I asked if you were okay. You seem a bit off today.”

Peter shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. “Sorry Mr Stark. I’m okay, I was just thinking about the assignments I have to do.” Peter sighed and rubbed his eyes.

Tony felt horrible for noticing sooner that his protégé/ intern was struggling.

“Why don’t you come around and study?”

Peter scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “at your place?”

Tony smiled and ruffled his hair. “Yeah kid. At mine. Would be a lot quieter than your dorm room.”

Peter seemed to pause and think about before smiling. “That actually sounds great Mr Stark. Thank you.”

“No problem kid. Why don’t you come around tomorrow and I’ll have a good place set up for you to study.”

Peter nodded and smiled brightly.

“Alright then. That’s set. You head home and get some rest kid. It’s getting late.” Tony looked at his watch and noticed it was already way past dinner. Whoops. He’ll have to remember to feed him properly tomorrow.

“alright. I’ll see you later” Peter picked up his bag and waved goodbye.

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The elevator door opened to reveal a large lounge and kitchen area. Peter lifted his bag back onto his shoulder and walked into the apartment. Peter spotted Tony sitting on the couch with his tablet and the tv on with the sound off.

“Hey Mr. Stark” Peter greeted him happily.

Tony lifted his gaze from the tablet and smiled at the boy. “Hey kid. How was your morning?”

“It wasn’t too bad. Ned seemed to have lost some important work though for an assignment, so I spent a good hour helping him look.”

“Did you end up finding it?” Tony asked as he turned off and placed the tablet face down on the couch.

Peter laughed “Yeah. Turns out if fell behind Ned’s small fish tank.”

Tony huffed out a laugh. “What did you have for breakfast?”

Peter paused and bit his lip.

“Please tell me you didn’t skip it” Tony mumbled.

“I technically didn’t skip it. I had a muesli bar.” Peter gave a toothy grin.

“nuh uh. That doesn’t do anything with that super-fast metabolism of yours.”

Peter sighed “by the time I finished helping Ned it was almost time for me to be here. So, I just grabbed something quick on my way out.”

Tony stood and pulled Peter’s bag from his shoulder and dumping it on the ground. Tony pointed to the kitchen “I will make you some food. Go sit in the kitchen”

“What, No it’s okay Mr. Stark. You don’t need to make anything. Plus, I need to finish with the last bits of the assignment.”

Tony shook his head and pretty much started dragging the kid to the kitchen. “Nope. You are going to sit and eat what I give you.”

Peter sighed knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument. “fineee” he whined as he plonked himself up onto the stool by the kitchen counter.

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When Tony said he was going to make him lunch, Peter did not expect a massive bolognaise dish with garlic bread.

Peter’s eyes were wide and mouth watering while he watched Tony serve up his mountain of a plate. “Mr. Stark...this looks amazing!”

Tony laughed at Peter’s excitement for his food. “Thanks kid.”

The both of them sat and ate at the counter. Peter groaned and licked his lips at the first bite. Almost meting like his cheese on his food. “Holy shit Mr. Stark. This is the best bolognaise I have ever had.”

Tony almost choked on his food as he laughed. Well there is plenty left over so you can eat that now or take it with you back to the dorm later.”

“As much as I love Ned. I am going to eat the rest here, so he doesn’t take any.” Peter smiled as he slurped up another noodle.

Tony smiled as he grabbed a napkin and wiped Peter’s face. “You got sauce up on your cheek”

“I was saving it for later” Peter quipped back.

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Tony had just put away the last dish in the dishwasher and looked over to see Peter sitting on the couch holding his stomach.

He had ended up eating all of the Bolognese and insisted he now had a food baby.

Tony plonked himself down next to the kid and draped his arm over Peter’s shoulders.

“Want to watch a movie?”

Peter groaned slightly “I still have some work to finish.”

“Kid you will be fine. You have been stressing too much lately. You need a break.”

Tony could see the kid pouting. Such a cutie.

Without asking again, Tony told Friday to play Peter’s favourite Star Wars movie.

Peters face lit up and immediately snuggled in closer to Tony’s side.

“Thanks Mr Stark.” Peter whispered.

Tony ran his fingers through Peter’s curls “For what?”

“For making me stress less about the assignment. I really needed a break but felt like I couldn’t, so thank you for forcing me to relax.”

Tony smiled and kissed the top of the kid’s head. “Anytime Pete.”

#tony stark #iron man #peter parker #ironspider #spiderman #tony stark x peter parker #starker fic #starker #cute peter parker

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lansdellicious · 4 years ago

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Some of that good ol’ home cooking

Despite appearances to the contrary, my fiancée Sarah and I do a lot of cooking at home. She’s mostly better than me, especially at baking, but where we tend to shine brightest is on “tag-team” projects. Apart from anything else it’s fun to combine her patience and skill at following instructions with my absolute inability to wait or follow a recipe. Just a few of the things we’ve done recently... Black-bottom Peanut Pie

Based on this Marcus Samuelsson recipe, I really wanted to try my hand at a dessert involving ganache when I realised how simple it is to make. I’m told it’s not that easy to get the cream at the right temperature or to chop the chocolate enough, so I assume I was just lucky. I barely modified the recipe, using graham cracker crumbs instead of Nilla wafers, but if I were to make it again I would use a much deeper pie plate (maybe even a casserole dish) and add some PB2 or other peanut butter substitute to the peanut topping. It could also stand a bit more salt as the sweetness is strong.

This is a rich and decadent dessert and you will have a very hard job stopping at one slice. It tastes far better than it looks, mostly because my presentation game is weak and I may have overdone the crust. You might be tempted to have this with ice cream. Don’t. It stands alone.

Bacon and cheese pull-apart bread

An off-hand comment by a friend on social media about wanting cheesy bread led to me coming up with an idea for this gorgeous meal. She did it all the first time, but as I am wont to do I had some ideas to modify the recipe. It’s basically bread dough with extra fat, rolled into balls and jammed into a springform pan, then topped with cheese and bacon and baked. The extra oil (plus the runoff from the toppings) and the proximity of the dough balls gives you a moist, doughy texture that is simply unrivalled. It’s like eating pillows made of bread.

Instead of the usual vegetable oil, I wanted to use bacon fat in my dough. I also added some garlic powder and onion powder with the flour to put some flavour through that pillowy, divine soft bread. It was a hit with the whole family, and pairs really well with homemade baked beans. I have to wonder if it would work with the bacon and the cheese sandwiched between the balls of dough when baking, but that could be a lot of effort.

Tea-poached Asian pear with crème caramel sauce

Finally this little number, the presentation of which makes me most proud. I have wanted to try poaching pears for a while, but they always seem to get eaten before I can try! These were bought specifically to poach, and I was not about to let me complete lack of knowledge about how to poach things stop me from doing so!

In all fairness, it’s remarkably easy. Mix up enough liquid to mostly submerge the pears, Sweeten and flavour it as you want, with or without alcohol. Bring it to a gentle bubble, add the pears (cut the base so they can sit flat in the saucepan), lower the heat, and leave them to simmer until they are tender. We used some fruity herbal teas and I believe some alcohol of some description to get that beautiful colour.

I’m no chef and never will be, but experimenting in the kitchen is high on my list of favourite activities. Since going to restaurants hasn’t been possible over the last month or so, this is really all we could do for variety! Perhaps there will be more posts like this...

#yyteats #lansdellicious eats #home cooking #food #food porn

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loveburnsbrighter · 5 years ago

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Live In Your Heart

requested by @i-dont-even-effing-know-anymore. hope you enjoy! 💕

read it on ao3

"We're not setting up the wifi yet," Patrick says. He's got his Stern Face on, which usually means fun things, but sometimes, unfortunately, means that David will be required to do work. This seems to be one of those times.

"But babe," he says, wheedling, "how will I order pizza if I don't have wifi?" He brandishes his phone. "I ran out of data in New York last week." He went with Alexis to help her settle in — it's been a strain, her moving right before he and Patrick were set to, and he's frankly exhausted, physically and emotionally. "We promised Stevie pizza," he adds, as if he can convince Patrick that his motivation is purely selfless.

Patrick plucks the phone right out of his hand. "I'll call them," he says. "You remember, how we ordered pizza back in the nineties? By calling?"

"Ugh, don't remind me." David leans back against a towering stack of boxes, ignoring Patrick's pained look, and sighs heavily. "Alright, fine. We might as well get this done. Bedroom first, or kitchen?"

"We can put Stevie on kitchen duty when she gets here," Patrick says. "Bedroom now." He pauses for a moment, and then smiles slowly, like he can't help it. "Our bedroom," he says, and David wouldn't generally describe Patrick as a particularly jovial person, but he looks downright giddy.

David honestly can't blame him, feels that a little bit too, at the words. He's spent a lot of time at Patrick's place, and for the last month or so he's lived there fully, barring his four days in New York with Alexis. But it was still Patrick's place, no matter how at-home David made himself there. (Very.)

This is their place. David and Patrick's home. David and Patrick's bedroom.

"Our bedroom," he agrees, and grabs a box, following Patrick down the hall.

Their bedroom is, thus far, more or less a big empty cube. There's a weird alcove with the window in it that Patrick has been insisting he wants a window seat for, and the master bathroom door is on the wall kitty-corner to the bedroom door. David has been pleased (thrilled) to note that the whole thing comes with a lovely little walk-in closet; it's not huge, but it's easily three or four times the size of the closet back in Patrick's studio.

The movers brought in Patrick's bed yesterday and set it up against the far wall, and David and Patrick slept on the mattress on the floor at Patrick's place. "Okay, first things's first," David says, dropping his box in the middle of the floor. Patrick pointedly pushes it against a wall, and David ignores him. "Where are the sheets? Because we can not sleep on dirty sheets our first night in the new house, Patrick."

"Actually," Patrick says, "about that." He's barely trying to hide a shit-eating grin, and it makes David immediately wary.

"What," he says heavily.

"Okay, don't be mad," Patrick says, which tells David that he probably should be, "I should have talked to you probably but I wanted it to be a surprise," and he rushes through the words to keep David from interrupting. "I used all the money my grandparents gave us for our wedding and bought that flax-linen Pottery Barn set you wanted."

David gasps, because he has wanted that bed set so badly — fair trade linens in gorgeous soft sandy beige — but Patrick has insisted every time David has argued that it's frivolous to spend more than a hundred dollars on sheets. Their current sheets are from Target. "Like, the sheets —"

"The whole bed set," Patrick says, looking inordinately pleased with himself. "The sheets, the duvet and shams — I didn't get the dust ruffle because my bed frame —" But David doesn't get to hear about the dust ruffle because he's quite literally launching himself into Patrick's arms and kissing him.

Patrick makes a soft, surprised noise, not quite a laugh, and lifts his hands to hold David by the waist. He pulls back just a little, letting David kiss down his jaw, to say, "So you're not mad?"

"Linen sheets," David mumbles against his Adam's apple. He pulls back to smile down at Patrick, and Patrick is smiling back, radiant in a way that David never saw him before they got engaged, a way that he's seen more and more since they decided to buy the house. "Okay," he says, schooling himself, because if they do what he wants to do — which is tackle Patrick onto the bare mattress in their empty bedroom and thoroughly christen the house — then they'll never get to all the things they have to do. "Well, where are the new sheets, because they have to be washed before we can use them."

Patrick helps David wrestle the new bedding out of its insane packaging, and then builds a little fort in the tiny laundry room out of all the cardboard while David starts a load. He's relieved every second that the previous owners left their washer and dryer — they're both done with public laundry for the foreseeable future.

They grab another box each to haul into the bedroom on the way back down the hall; the bed and dressers are there already, and a single bookcase. David has already been in to clean the closet and repaper the shelves in there, and they've agreed that they don't want to paint the bedroom; it came a creamy off-white that feels warm and soft, somehow.

David puts on music — he's made a playlist just for this, full of high-energy, multigenerational pop, Tina and Britney and Mariah all sharing space. At some point Patrick logged into their shared Spotify — purely an economic choice; David didn't want Patrick's music fucking up his Wrapped, but that's not really worth ten bucks a month — and added Mumford and Sons and Bryan Adams and the Beach Boys, because Patrick has no sense of thematic or genre consistency. It's fine, he supposes; when you love someone, you're willing to compromise for them.

"'Framed wall art and photos - bedroom,'" Patrick says out loud, reading off the Sharpie label on a box. "Maybe we should save this one until we've got the basics together?"

"Okay," David agrees over an infuriatingly long banjo solo. "This one is your books?" Patrick gestures and David slides it over, watches him produce a knife from his pocket and slice open the top.

By the time Stevie strolls through the door, helpfully using her emergency key, they've mostly got the bedroom together. The mattress pad and sheets are on, with the duvet set in the dryer, and Patrick's books and David's books are commingled on the shelf, which David is alarmingly pleased by — they're married, but the sight of his Virginia Woolf next to Patrick's Agatha Christie makes him feel warm from the inside out.

"I picked up the pizza," Stevie shouts. "You owe me forty bucks in reimbursement!"

David skids down the hall, eager for pizza, with Patrick behind him.

"How in the name of god did you spend forty bucks on pizza?" Patrick wants to know.

Stevie shrugs, hugging him as David relieves her of the boxes. "I got garlic knots."

"And cheese bread," David says gleefully, spreading the boxes on the table. "And one of those big cookies."

Patrick sighs after him but dutifully digs three beers out of the fridge. (They set up all the appliances and TVs yesterday.) (All that's in the fridge so far is beer, a single head of lettuce, and a few bottles of green juice.) David accepts his beer with minimal distasteful nose-scrunching.

They make short work of lunch, and Patrick sets Stevie up in the kitchen with a roll of shelf paper and more boxes than he'd ever thought he could fill with kitchen stuff; the dishes from his apartment, of course, and then they'd gotten a lot of the classic appliance wedding gifts: a brand new blender, a four-slice toaster ("but what will you use?" David had asked), an upright mixer, a block of knives with marble handles that Patrick is actually thrilled with.

David finishes making the bed, and then he just stands and stares at it for a second; he can't wait for Patrick to have sex with him in these sheets in this bedroom, but he also can't wait for Patrick to cuddle with him in this bed. Watch movies with him. Hold him close and fall asleep with an arm slung low over his waist.

Patrick comes up behind him and settles warm hands on his hips, and David leans back into the touch. "Stevie and I want to get started on the living room," Patrick says, hooking his chin over David's shoulder. "You just about done in here?"

David crosses his arms across his own waist and takes Patrick's hands, swaying. One of Patrick's songs is playing from David's tiny speaker. I've been so happy loving you, Dennis Wilson croons into the space, less echoey than it was earlier before they got their pictures up. He looks around at their new room; the receipt from their first date is already on the bookshelf, and there's a framed poster for that first open mic night, and one from Alexis' singles week. These are all things from Patrick's apartment; all this time, he's been collecting little souvenirs for them. Stepping stones tracing the path of their relationship. There's a framed wedding invitation, too, and photos: from the store opening, Patrick's birthday, their bachelor party, their wedding.

Even after David landed in Schitt's Creek without a paddle, if he'd been asked to describe his future, he would have crafted a life more or less like the one he'd left: galleries and parties, a drugged-out A-list entourage, globetrotting in the wake of Alexis' endless stream of near misses. He never could have imagined this: a house in a small town, a business heavily patronized by flannel-clad locals, a single friend who loved him enough to help him move. Alexis settled in one place, his parents settled in another, weekly Facetime calls.

Five gold rings on his fingers, the most beautiful man he's ever seen in Costco jeans, holding him and swaying and singing softly in his ear: "Forever, together my love…" A sedan that clicks in the driveway, blueprints for a vegetable garden. All the Ricky-and-Lucy trappings of a good life, things he never would have expected to love.

"You won," Stevie told him a few months ago, when he brought her here to sit in the driveway and pour out his heart. And David can hear her clanking dishes together downstairs, and Patrick is warm against his back, and the song is fading out the way that slow seventies rock does, and David knows, bone-deep, unshakeably, that she was right.

#david x patrick #fanfiction #rye.txt #stevie budd #schitt's creek

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Anonymous said: Sorry in advanced that I'm asking about it, don't really know how your rules work precisely, I'm not trying to pull a prank promise. I'm romance repulsed too, I don't care about ships the way ships are cared about if it makes any sense. I just wanted to know if you block people who you follow if they ever reblog anything with a ship, since sometimes panels tend to have characters who are canonically a ship and maybe it's a meta post about some character's life n has a ship in it..

Oh no, don’t worry. I don’t really look at blogs that follow me. I block people that ask me ship questions or tag my fics with ship names. That’s about it.

@babybatbrat said: thoughts on the best pizza topping

Oh yes I used to work at a pizza restaurant so I have Opinions about this. Steps to ultimate pizza:

Stretch simple dough thinly over a small-sized metal pan.

Lay down a base of olive oil. Rub minced garlic on top of your oil.

Add an over-generous topping of mozzarella cheese.

Add bacon bits, onions, and feta cheese.

Bake to taste

Having been a pizza employee, I also have strong opinions about the WORST pizza toppings-- not by taste but by unpleasant-ness of preparation. Do NOT ask me for artichoke hearts. You may ask for anchovies ONLY if there is a box already open. If you make me prepare you a s'mores dessert pizza I will kill you on sight.

Anonymous said: thoughts on non-english language/ non-western music? everyone's spotify wrap this year got me looking into this

One of my sisters is super into k-pop, and I’ve tried to share her interest, but it doesn’t really work for me. I do, however, love bollywood music. That shit slaps, and it reminds me of dancing in my friend’s living room all throughout high school.

Anonymous said: Thoughts on Batman beyond?

I’ve never really been exposed to it honestly. I understand that was kinda a childhood staple for a lot of people, but my house didn’t do tv shows while I was growing up.

@mediumsizedmedium said: Thoughts on Damian coming across the concept of furries?

I have no thoughts on this point

Anonymous said: You dont need to respond to this, but I wanted to tell you that my favorite thing about your fics is that theyre ship-free. It makes me so happy to read stories about the batfam just being a family. I wanted you to know that even tho people are being disrespectful about your boundaries, i really appreciate what you DO write and what you put out into the world is lovely and a joy to read. I know u probably already know there are tons of people who support you, but I just wanted to say I do too :)

Ahhh thank you my darling I appreciate you very much

Anonymous said: I'm on a kick right now, and need more fics about Dick being confronted about Tim's emotions on the way Damian became Robin. I've read all the ones I can find, but you might know of ones I haven't found yet. Do you do you have any recs?

Hmmm I have a couple, but I don’t really read fanfiction myself, so I can’t give recommendations.

Anonymous said: Okay, been a few days, but fun fact about myself. I thought that movies were supposed to be kinda fuzzy and movie credits were supposed to be borderline unreadable for years until I was 14 and my parents got me glasses.

akjgalfgslasf you poor child

@materassassino said: Facts about me: I am wearing Wonder Woman socks

That’s the pinnacle of fashion to be honest

Anonymous said: as a (portuguese speaking) kid, my dad always put on american songs and I thought english was a made up language

That’s so valid anon

Anonymous said: Fun fact about myself, I usually cook full meals for my daughter, friends and family but when it is just me, I can live off of a jar of peanut butter and half a loaf of bread for a week

[John Mulaney voice] I lived like a goddman ninja turtle

@insideoflit said: Fun Fact: I have a total addiction to cheezy movies (Think: In Like Flint)

I saw my very first romcom the other day and ????? ?? ?????

Anonymous said: That’s not a super fun fact but I am also pretty drunk so I can’t think of fun ones uhhh I have my cat a middle name and his middle name is Alexander and he is perfect

I support you, your cat, and your drunken exploits

Anonymous said: A fact about me is coronavirus got the play I’m in cancelled so I went to a castmates apartment and am now drunk for the first time but it’s ok i drank water and I’m goin to sleep

They took my graduation away :(

@areverieofchaosdreams said: Fun fact: I've broken every toe but one, and have multiple hairline fractures running theough my ankles and shins. 12 years of ballet will break you, literally. Also, you're adorable and are ome of the key reasons I stay here on tumblr.

Wowza!! Yikes!! I’m so sorry, but thank you very much too

Anonymous said: Canon but kinda different is canon divergent, not AU. AU in this fandom would not work the way it would in some other fandoms, here we already have alternate canon universes. We should use canon divergent more since that's the best way to explain the small-medium changes. Canon divergent would be Oracle never coming back to Batgirl or Jason coming back without Red Hood fiasco. AU would be they're all magical beings or reverse age or no cape. Fundamentally different universe.

Interesting, thank you

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