#Shut up! Someone's chopping onions...

[a-shy-mimiktwo]

[kiyawritesforf1]

BOWLED OVER AND BUSTED

Pairing : Oscar Piastri x Sharma!Reader

Rohit Sharma x Sister!Reader

Summary : Secrets, surprises, and a very dramatic big brother—what could possibly go wrong?

Your relationship with Oscar Piastri had started off unexpectedly, thanks to Pat Cummins. You had met at a casual dinner with Pat and a few other mutual friends in Melbourne. At first, you hadn’t thought much of Oscar—just another reserved but friendly guy. But when the two of you ended up seated next to each other, the conversation had flowed effortlessly.

“You’re really into cricket, huh?” Oscar had asked, watching as you passionately debated a point with Pat.

You had laughed. “It’s kind of a given when your brother is Rohit Sharma.”

That had piqued Oscar’s interest. “Wait, the Rohit Sharma?”

You had groaned. “Please don’t turn into a fanboy.”

He had smirked. “No promises.”

That night, the two of you had exchanged numbers, claiming it was “just to talk about sports.” But soon, sports became late-night conversations, coffee dates, and eventually, something much more.

Dating Oscar was easy. He understood your world, the pressure of being in the public eye, and the chaos of a busy schedule. He never made you feel like you had to choose between your own life and your relationship. But there was one tiny problem—Rohit.

You had no idea how to tell him. Your brother was fiercely protective, and you knew the moment he found out, the drama would be endless. So, you and Oscar had decided to keep things quiet—for now.

That plan had worked perfectly. Until today.

⸻

Oscar was in your kitchen, struggling to chop onions while you stirred a simmering curry on the stove.

“I think I’m crying,” he muttered, blinking rapidly.

You chuckled. “That’s what onions do.”

“This is worse than driving in the rain,” he grumbled, wiping his eyes.

Before you could tease him further, you heard the sound of your front door unlocking.

Your eyes widened in panic as you turned to Oscar. “Did you lock the door?”

“I thought you did,” he whispered back.

A second later, your worst fear came true.

“Y/N! What the hell is going on here?”

Your stomach dropped.

Standing at the doorway, arms crossed, was none other than Rohit Sharma. And behind him, looking equally amused and confused, was Virat Kohli.

Your sharp inhale was loud enough for Oscar to hear. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Rohit said, stepping forward with his signature ‘big brother glare.’ “What is this?”

Virat, trying (and failing) to suppress a laugh, nudged Rohit. “I think we just walked in on something.”

Rohit’s gaze darted between you and Oscar, taking in the scene—the two of you in the kitchen, standing too close, too comfortable. Oscar, still holding the knife, froze like a deer in headlights.

Virat smirked. “Hey mate, you might want to put the knife down before Rohit actually loses it.”

Oscar, realizing the situation, immediately put the knife down and raised his hands in surrender. “Okay. Not the best first impression.”

Rohit’s expression twisted from confusion to disbelief. “Wait a second. Don’t tell me…” His eyes widened as he turned to you. “You’re dating him?!”

You winced. “Umm… surprise?”

Virat burst out laughing. “This just made my day.”

Rohit, on the other hand, was not laughing. “How long?”

You hesitated. “A few months?”

Wrong answer.

Rohit’s jaw dropped. “A few months?! And you didn’t tell me?”

“I was going to!” you defended. “I just… didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Oscar, trying to help, chimed in. “To be fair, I wanted to tell you—”

Rohit turned his glare on him. “You don’t get to speak right now.”

Oscar immediately shut his mouth.

Virat, still grinning, patted Rohit’s shoulder. “I mean, it could be worse. At least it’s not someone like Max Verstappen.”

Oscar frowned. “Hey—”

Rohit groaned, rubbing his temples. “This is unbelievable. Out of everyone, you chose him?”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with me?”

Rohit shot him a look. “I’ve seen you race, and you take way too many risks. And now you’re dating my sister?” He shook his head. “No. Not happening.”

You groaned. “Bhai, this isn’t your decision.”

He looked at you, his face softening slightly. “I just… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t,” you assured him. “Oscar is good to me. And I’m happy.”

Virat nodded. “She’s got a point, Rohit. You can’t baby her forever.”

Rohit let out a long breath before looking back at Oscar. “If you ever hurt her—”

“I won’t,” Oscar interrupted quickly. “I promise.”

Virat leaned closer to Oscar and whispered, “Good answer.”

Rohit narrowed his eyes but sighed dramatically. “God, I need a drink.”

You smiled, stepping forward to hug him. “You’ll get used to it.”

He grumbled but hugged you back. “Not anytime soon.”

Oscar, feeling slightly more relaxed, offered a sheepish smile. “So… does this mean you sort of approve?”

Rohit shot him a look. “Don’t push your luck.”

Virat smirked. “I approve, if that helps.”

Rohit rolled his eyes. “You don’t count.”

Oscar sighed. “I’ll take what I can get.

[polly-pocket13]

ramen

katsuki bakugou x reader

It was 1 am in the morning, when you were standing in a pajama and with your headphones on in the kitchen. Currently, you were cutting spring onions for your ramen while you were singing along to a song. 

All because you previously overslept dinner with your classmates. You were so tired from your workout after school that you felt asleep at 7 pm and woke up six hours later, pretty hungry. That's why you're in the kitchen at one in the morning making ramen.

The next thing you did was cut your finger because you weren't paying attention when you chopped the ingredients.

“Ah, shit.” you cursed quietly. 

“It surprises me that this took so long.” you quietly heard Bakugous voice behind you.

You turned around and looked confused at Bakugou who was standing at the door. You put down your headphones and asked him, “What do you mean, and why are you awake at 2 am?” 

“Firstly, I could ask you the same question, so why are awake at 2 am, dancing, singing in the kitchen and making ramen? Secondly, the way you're cutting things is terrifying, so it's a surprise that you cut your finger now and not earlier. You can be happy that you just cut your finger and nothing else happened.” he told you. 

“Tzz, Dickhead. I am hungry, that's the reason, I am making ramens. And my cutting isn't terrifying.” you said and held your finger under running cold water.

You blushed.

How long he has been watching you?

“Show me your finger.” he said.

He was now standing behind you.

“It isn't that bad.” you said, turned around to him and showed your best friend your finger.

He covered your cut with a band-aid.  You had goose bumps everywhere because he was so close.

You had a crush on your best friend Bakugou since the middle school, but you know he doesn't feel the same way for you.

This is the reason why you wouldn't ever reveal your feelings to him.

“Thank you.” you said and walked to the countertop, and slowly started to cut the ingredients for your ramen again.

“Like I said, terrifying.” he told you again and got behind you. “Let me help you.” he said and laid his hand on yours and helped you to cut your ingredients. 

To be honest, only he was cutting the ingredients, and you just tried to breathe and also held the knife as he was so fucking close to you. 

You could feel his breath on your neck. 

“See, not that hard.” he told you as he finished cutting all the ingredients. 

You said, “I could do it myself.”

“Sure, you could. But maybe you would have lost a finger.” he said and smirked.

You turned around so that you could look him in the eyes. His face was really close to yours.  “Shut up, Kacchan. Sometimes, you are a Jerk.” you mumbled. 

“Being a Jerk is a full-time job.” he only said and moved even closer to you.

What the fuck is he doing.

“You didn't tell me why you are awake at 1 am.” you said and tried to win some space, what didn't work out. “Couldn't sleep, there was someone on my mind.” he answered and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Who?” you asked. 

“Sometimes you are really dumb, nerd.” he said and closed the space between your lips.

Maybe it was fate that you overslept the dinner.

a/n: I'm not sure if I really like it, maybe I'll delete it later on.

[muniimyg]

i’m afraid i’m going to need a scene about jungkook teasing oc about the dolphin book because that moment in the last chapter was just too cute

ok :p //

“you know... you could try reading the instructions for once," you grumble, snatching the recipe book from where jungkook had haphazardly tossed it aside.

he has messed up for nth time tonight and your hangry attitude is not having it.

you're done.

your boyfriend is annoying and your food is about to be wasted because jungkook thinks going by instict and kissing you every 5 minutes is how dinner will prepare itself.

“it’s not that hard, jungkook.” you add, tone more stern.

“instructions are for people without instincts,” he replies, leaning lazily against the counter while watching you dice onions.

you pause, glaring at him.

“you don’t have ‘instincts.’ last time you winged it, we ended up eating instant ramen for dinner.”

“and it was delicious,” he shoots back, grin widening when you roll your eyes. “besides, you choose really confusing recipes. why can't we ever just bake a pizza and have sex for dessert?”

“sex for dessert?”

"i could lick whipped cream off your—"

"shut up."

“wow. harsh,” he says, clutching his chest in mock offense. “i'm simply suggesting dessert... shit, ___. i’m starting to feel unappreciated in this relationship.”

“maybe you should start actually helping, then,” you mutter, turning back to your chopping. but the corners of your mouth twitch as he snickers behind you.

“you know,” he starts casually, his voice taking on a mischievous lilt, “for someone who lectures me about not following instructions, you sure don’t apply that same energy to your dolphin book.”

you freeze mid-chop, your brain stuttering. “my what?”

“everything you need to know about dolphins from a to z,” he says, his tone so smug you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “real page-turner, huh?”

you whirl around, cheeks blazing.

“how do you know about that?!”

“doesn't matter, mrs. save the dolphins.” he crosses his arms, leaning against the counter with the smuggest expression you’ve ever seen. "do you think we should go to mexico or something and swim with them?”

your jaw drops.

“no, that's terrifying... and you're the worst.”

“no,” he corrects, pointing at himself. “i’m the best. which is why I’ll forgive you for hiding your secret dolphin knowledge.”

“oh my god,” you groan, shoving past him to grab the frying pan. “i can’t believe this. you’re literally insufferable.”

“and yet,” he hums, trailing after you as you stomp across the kitchen, “you keep me around. i must have some redeeming qualities, huh?”

“none,” you reply sharply, though your voice cracks under your rising embarrassment. you slap the pan on the stove a little harder than necessary, your ears burning.

he doesn’t miss a beat, following a step behind as you start cooking.

“so this is how it feels to be led by a dolphin expert,” he muses. then, as you turn to grab some seasoning, he lets out a low, playful woof right behind you.

you whip around, eyes wide. “did you just—?”

“just a loyal boyfriend following his master,” he teases, grinning like he’s won the lottery. “woof.”

“i am so tired of you,” you say, jabbing a finger at his chest. “you’re such a—”

“what? nerd?” he interrupts, his eyes dancing with amusement. “takes one to date one.”

“ugh!” you spin back toward the stove, your shoulders stiff with frustration, but you can’t hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

behind you, jungkook laughs, his voice warm, and the sound settles something in your chest despite yourself.

you hate him.

[writingoddess1125]

1999 Pt 6

Kurt Wagner x Fem Reader

Some Angst, Sad Topics, Mild Domestic Violence

Reader has Empath abilities and can feel others emotions, her mind can not be read either, and if she touches someone she can make them feel what feel what she feels.

Marvel Masterlist <<

Kofi

(Y/N) stood in her kitchen angrily chopping down on some vegetables. Her lips a thin tight line as she minced some onion like it had wronged her.

It had been a shit show to say the least.

Kurt's little stunt of immediately outing himself as Milo and Leon's father had turned her livingroom into what could only be described as a emotional battle ground... that turned into a physical one.

Sure the first few seconds may have been silently as it felt like a vacuum had sucked out all the air in the room.

It was then that Milo had been the first to take action breaking the still room, rolling up from his seat next to (Y/N) as he smoothed out invisible imperfections in his clothes like he was a professional. His face like stone making it unreadable as he looked to all the adults in the room and wished them a good evening, going as far as to shake Xaviers hand. His emotions which had been a rolling tirade seemed to have just shut off at the sight of Kurt-

Poor Xavier normally a rational man seemed just as surprised as he shook Milo's hand silently as the teen left the livingroom, shifting to his humanoid form and walking out of the house silently, the poor Professor hand still hanging in the air were Milo had left it.

(Y/N), Xavier, Jean, Logan and Kurt staring at the front door where Milo had just left- Before the adults eyes all shifted to Leon who was still standing there- His eyes staring at Kurt still as he seemed to be shaking a bit, so many emotions going across his face that it was overwhelming...

(Y/N) Just starting to come out of her own shock tried to reach out to her remaining son, but when her fingers touched him he recoiled like she had burned him, his eyes starting to shimmer with tears.

Stepping back once, then again as if they would all attack him if he moved too fast... Before his tail tucked between his legs, and he Bamf away in a second.

...

This lead to (Y/N) doing the first thing that came to her mind..

Throwing the nearest thing at Kurt- Aka a Table Lamp.

And try to jump over the coffee table to strangle the blue elf who had been dazed by the lamp...

Of course having several X-Men with two of the most powerful telepaths probably on earth it was fairly quick to get the now screaming women down- Kurt having not reacted fast enough to the lamp being thrown trying to recover as Jean and Xavier tried to get her calm. Logan knowing when it was a queue to leave- Helping Kurt up and out of the house.

It had been a bit of a blur after that, from the emotional unleash that (Y/N) displayed- To Jean also crying and asking for forgiveness in the part she played in this cluster fuck. Then (Y/N) kicking the two telepaths put of her home- Xavier apologizing of course and trying to ease the tension as he escorted Jean out of the home to leave (Y/N) to her own devices.

And now she was in the kitchen angrily cooking away, in her kitchen. Her mind racing with what part of her life she needed to deal with first.

Her Past coming back like a giant blue pimple on her ass- Her son's who had disapeared and possibly hate her? Or the own heart break that seemed to rear its ugly head again everytime she looked at the blue pimple asshole fucker fuck fuck!!..

She didn't know why cooking was what she decided would ease her brain- Most would think screaming, crying, stoically staring at a wall.. but nope- Chopping vegetables seemed to be it.

In the background the soft sound of a door opening and closing, and heavy steps coming towards her. Hearing the soft sound of padded feet hitting lamonated tile (Y/N) didn't need to look to know who it was- Kurt standing next to her awkwardly as he held a bag of frozen vegetables to his head were the lamp had oh so gracefully connected.

"...I... wish to apologize.. again" Kurt said softly, setting a box of beer on the counter not far from were she was cutting the vegetables-

It was definitely a risk to bring alcohol to a very angry Ex with a knife- However Kurt at this point didn't know what else to do... he felt like if he brought flowers (Y/N) may shove them in a place he really didn't want-

(Y/N) paused her actions taking a deep breath, setting the knife down and grabbed a can of beer which she silently opened, taking a sip of as Kurt grabbed one as well doing the same for his own drink.

Both adults now drinking beer in a partly destroyed house. Kurt couldn't help but be at least mildly impressed- She'd defiently caught him by surprise.

"...I threw a lamp at you"

(Y/N) finally said, seemingly finally coming to terms with the last few hours.

"Ja.. You did"

The two of them stood in silence again, Kurt pulling the homemade ice pack away and setting it next to him.

"I shouldn't have done.. many thing- Showing myself... leaving you... it was.. unfair to you" Kurt mumbled, glancing to (Y/N) as he watched her sip her beer once more, her face fairly unreadable.

"Yeah... I'm sorry for the Lamp-"

Kurt couldn't help but chuckle at this, for some reason finding it a bit funny. Even (Y/N) cracked a slight smile at this as she looked down at her beer can and nodded silently.

Silence again..

"Do you.. need help with dinner?" Kurt offered, Gesturing to the mess of vegetables. (Y/N) also looking at her minced masterpiece, drinking more of her beer and sighing heavily.

"Honestly- I have no idea what I was planning on making. I think I was just chopping stuff for the sake of it" She admitted, Kurt nodding understanding silently Thanking God that she had taken her anger on the vegetables.

"When do you think they will.. return?"

(Y/N) shrugged, clearly deflated at this point as she leaned against the counter top finishing her drink and grabbing another sadly.

"They can teleport farther then you and it can be a real pain to find them when they don't wanna be found.. so it's best to wait it out"

"How far?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him. (Y/N) smiling at this as she shook her head once more-

"So far they have gone about 20 miles"

Oh how Kurt looked to (Y/N) with pure joy on his face, a boyish laugh bubbling through him.

"20 Miles!? That 32 Kilometers! Ha!" He said as he clapped his hands together excitedly, for a moment he forgot about the problems that weighed on him- He couldn't help but let pride bubble in his chest, his sons were already amazing!

"Mhm.." (Y/N) hummed, drinking more of her beer as she stared at nothing. Kurt realizing right now may not be the best time to be bubbling in joy at his new found sons, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked to his former lover.

Awkward silence again. (Y/N) finished her beer and sat up suddently, tossing her two cans in the trash.

"I'll order food... the boys will be back eventually and probably be hungry" She said rather matter of factly- turning away from Kurt as she went to find some take out menus

"Ja.. That sounds like a good idea..." He mumbled clasping his hands together infront of himself awkwardly.

Lord Help Me...

The two of them didn't speak again to each other- Not when food had been ordered, nor delivered or when the two of them awkwardly sat in the livingroom to eat.

The food was no better then ash in either of their mouths, silently chewing on the oily food. It was awkward.. so very very awkward-

However in a weird way Kurt felt like this awkward feeling (and the knot on his forehead) were little in the price of penance for leaving (Y/N) and his children... It was a small price after all he had done- or more correctly what his inaction had done.

He had so many questions.. He wanted to know what the twins were like, their interest, what their birthdays were, what (Y/N) had been through, if she had photos of those major events in their lives.

(Y/N) stopped eating as she rubbed her face with a heavy sigh.

"Ask Kurt.. You forget I can feel your emotions"

Kurt blushed a big, his cheeks turning purple at forgetting she could feel what he was.

"Leid (Sorry).."

At this small glimmer of what he hoped was forgiveness he asked away every question that came to his mind about his children.. Sitting there, intensely listening to (Y/N) as she told him everything- well everything involving the children, seemingly ignoring anything that had to do with herself.

From their favorite foods, colors, stories of their life, Kurt found himself pleasantly surpsied at how forthcoming she was with this information. Happy to know as much as he could, even chuckling at a few stories he had been told about his offsprings.

"Thank you (Y/N).. I do have to know, Why Milo and Leon? A Soilder and a Lion- Quite strong names"

"That I'll keep to myself-" (Y/N) said calmly, Kurt deciding not to pry any further and nodding. After that it went back to silence, Dinner was finished- Leftovers placed on the counter in hopes of enticing the teenagers. (Y/N) was even generous enough to allow Kurt to sleep on the couch that evening. Before she disapeared down the hallway into her own room- Doubting she was sleeping...

So now Kurt sat in the dark livingroom-

He couldn't sleep.. not in the fucking slightest.

Sitting up he rubbed his face, In times like this his faith felt like his only anchor.. Truly his Hail Mary.

His rosary in his hand as he counted the beads and prayed... He prayed for forgiveness... He prayed for his sons not to hate him... For (Y/N) for give him... Or just for his sons to return soon.

eins.. zwei... drei... vier... fünf

His mind went back to his boys however between his counting of the holy beads.

...Milo favorite color is Red like the Chicago Bulls... He loves Basketball, His favorite food is Strawberries...

sechs.. sieben... acht... neun... zeun..

He had good grades, likes to read a lot since he says it makes him relaxed and his favorite music is R & B.. He Likes the group Dru Hill ..

eins.. zwei... drei... vier... fünf

..Leon favorite color is Yellow because he thinks his eyes are cool.. He loves to skateboard, and his favorite food is spaghetti with extra cheese and ranch...

sechs.. sieben... acht... neun... zeun..

He is a terrible student since he can't sit still, he loves punk and rock music, his favorite band is Red Hot Chili Peppers..

Kurt's eyes began to grow heavy as he thought to himself and continue to count, his lids beginning to droop as darkness took in his vision.

eins.. zwei... drei...

As his eyes finally closed, as exhaustion of the emotional day wrapped around him-

Missing the kitchen window slowly sliding open..

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[hoshiputa]

You're mine

💌 S.Coups x female reader

📩 Request: Toxic jealous S.Coups

cw: nsfw, established relationship, jealous!scoups, slight angst, name calling, exhibitionism, arguing, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, piv sex, creampie

word count: 2.2k

It all started when your boyfriend called out for you and then stood at the edge of the pool with an open wide towel. It was summer and not cold at all, but you thought it was cute, so you just let Seungcheol wrap you up with the soft fabric.

“What's up, babe?” You asked softly, giving him a quick kiss.

“Nothing, I just wanted you to get out of there.”

You frowned with confusion, your boyfriend shooting deadly stares at every single person out there.

“What? Why?”

When you unwrapped the towel from you to use it to dry your hair, Seungcheol took it and covered you again, impatiently wrapping the towel around your body.

“Cheol…?” You started.

“Why did you have to wear such a tiny bikini?”

“Excuse me?!” You chuckled, towel resting on top of your shoulders. “I was swimming, Seungcheol.”

“But you could be wearing shorts or something,” he argued. “And don't call me Seungcheol.”

Your boyfriend had always been protective over all, but not actually jealous. Most of the time, he just trusted the fact he was a black belt in taekwondo and was training jiu-jitsu if someone ever approached you. Okay, he always had something to say about you wearing revealing or short clothing, but most of the time you just ignored it.

“You wanted me to wear shorts to the pool?”

“Yeah, what's so shocking about it?”

Your boyfriend sighed with frustration, eyebrows furrowed as he ran his hand through his hair, damp from his previous dive. He looked like a sin, exposed chest and swim shorts hanging low from his hips.

“You're just saying anything,” you scoffed, giving him back the towel. “I'm getting a drink.”

“No, I think you should dress up.”

You had just turned your back to walk towards the house, but turned back around after hearing those words.

“What?”

“It's too small,” he said as if it was obvious. “Put on some shorts or change for another bikini.”

“You've got to be fucking kidding me,” you chuckled.

Walking inside the house your boyfriend and his friends rented to spend summer, you went to the kitchen, finding a shirtless Seokmin chopping something by the sink.

“Hey, are you hungry?” He asked as you opened the fridge. “Mingyu is grilling meat. I'm preparing a salad.”

He proudly showed you a bowl full of perfectly chopped lettuce and spinach, thinly sliced cucumbers and purple onions, a wide smile on his face as you popped a soda can.

“Great job,” you gave him a thumbs up. “Should I be scared that you're this good with a knife?”

Seokmin laughed, loud as usual, making you laugh along with him as you stood by his side to watch him cut up something else.

“What's so funny?”

Seungcheol's voice made you sigh, and as he walked inside the kitchen, Seokmin's smile slowly faded as soon as he saw the older man's expression. You turned around to stare at your boyfriend, leaning against the kitchen's sink.

“Seokmin was just talking about his salad,” you said.

“And you're shitting your pants from that?”

“Cheol, we're not gonna do this,” you said firmly. “If you have a problem, say it out loud like an adult.”

“I just said and you turned your back at me,” he argued.

“No, you—”

“Guys,” Seokmin said softly.

“You never listen to me anyway,” Seungcheol shrugged.

“I'll listen if you stop talking nonsense.”

“Nonsense?!” He stepped closer to you, staring into your eyes. “You think it's nonsense?”

“Cheol—”

“Shut up, Seokmin,” he gave his friend a deadly stare. “It's none of your business.”

“Don't talk to him like that,” you said, frowning. “God, what's gotten into you today?!”

“I'll talk to people however the fuck I want.”

Seungcheol was standing just a few inches away from you, eyes fiercely staring into yours.

“Okay, but he doesn't have anything to do with this—”

“Why are you defending him anyways?” Seungcheol got even closer, lips now inches away from yours. “I bet you're getting off from knowing everyone here wants to fuck you, right?”

Your jaw dropped, and you weren't sure if you wanted to cry or punch your boyfriend in the face.

“Dude, what are you saying?” Seokmin was just as shocked as you. “I would never— No one here would ever look at your girlfriend that way.”

“Oh, miss me with the bullshit,” Seungcheol stepped away, turning his back.

Knowing him pretty well, stepping away meant he was trying not to lose his temper.

“I'm actually offended that you think of me that way,” Seokmin said.

“Ignore it, he's just being insane,” you told your friend, turning back to the sink. “Go back to your salad.”

“I'm being insane?” Seungcheol said, sarcastic smile on his face. “Then why is he popping jokes every five minutes to get your attention? It's not the first time today.”

“That's just who I am?” Seokmin said with confusion. “If you don't want anyone here to talk to your girlfriend then you shouldn't have invited her.”

Seungcheol went towards Seokmin, staring into the other's eyes.

“Don't think I won't beat you up just because we're friends,” he threatened. “Keep up with your shit and you'll see what happens.”

“I think you should calm down,” you said, pushing your boyfriend away.

Seokmin stood there motionless, not because he was scared, but because he probably felt betrayed that his long term friend didn't trust him.

When Seungcheol looked at you, he was almost foaming at the mouth as he spoke in between teeth.

“I'll calm down once you get fucking dressed.”

Seungcheol didn't even raise his voice. He didn't have to. If it was anyone else, they would've already pissed their pants and went home crying. But that was your boyfriend for three years now, you knew exactly how things worked with him. So you went to the living room, Seungcheol right behind you.

“They're literally your friends. And everyone has been nothing but respectful—”

“Oh, yeah, I saw how respectfully Wonwoo stared at your ass when you got out of the pool,” he said sarcastically.

“I'm sure he didn't do that.”

“I literally saw it!”

“Okay, whatever, why does it matter?” You shrugged. “It's not like he tried anything or—”

“Why does it matter? You must have lost your fucking mind.” He sneered at you.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” You said with irritation, voice slightly raising.

“I just don't want them looking at your body.”

“You're fucking crazy,” you said nonchalantly. “We're swimming. It's summer. People wear bikinis.”

“I didn't fucking ask,” Seungcheol looked scarily calm. “Go put on some clothes.”

You laughed sarcastically, still not believing his words.

“I'm not changing just because you're insecure.”

That seemed to make him snap. If his eyes could turn red, they would've. Seungcheol slowly got closer, eyes glued to yours.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“That's where jealousy comes from. Insecurity,” you shrugged.

Seungcheol grabbed you by the chin, lips inches away from yours.

“Get upstairs.”

You laughed at his face.

“I'm not going anywhere.”

“You're getting upstairs because I fucking told you so,” he spat the words. “Otherwise I'll take you out and fuck you right in front of everyone since you like to show-off so much.”

Your body temperature raised as you stared into your boyfriend's eyes, his words echoing in the back of your head. It was a pattern you had to work on; every time he got angry, it went straight down your pussy, thighs clenching and all.

“Oh, did I upset you, Cheollie?”

Your lips crashed, your boyfriend eager as his hands grabbed tight around your waist, pushing his body against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, Seungcheol's hand gripping so tight at your ass it made you moan against his lips.

“Cheol—” You gasped as he sucked at the skin in your neck. “Let's go upstairs—”

“Now you want to go upstairs?”

Seungcheol held tighter around your waist, pushing you against the sofa. You laid down with your heart racing, your boyfriend getting on top of you with a devilish smirk on his lips.

“Wait— What if someone sees us?”

“Isn't that what you want?” He leaned down, lips pressed to your ear. “My pretty little attention whore.”

Shivers went down your spine as he bit on your neck, gasps escaping from your lips and your shaking hands going through his hair. He sucked on your skin hard enough to leave marks, heat growing in between your legs.

“Seriously— Ah!”

Seungcheol had pulled your bikinis top to the sides, exposing your boobs to suck on your nipples.

“Weren't you all over Wonwoo? You won't mind if he sees me sucking your tits, will you?”

“Please— Not here—”

“Wow, you're polite all of a sudden?”

Your boyfriend slipped his hand inside your bikini bottom as you desperately put your top back in place, looking over your head at the giant glass window from where the sun came in and you could see the pool.

Fortunately, they were probably all gathered outside at the table by the grill, but if anyone decided they wanted to go swimming, you'd be fucked. Not in a good way.

“Cheol, what if—”

Seungcheol started rubbing your clit, your cunt getting wet in seconds as you gripped onto his shoulders.

“I'm just gonna show you how insecure I am,” he smirked, fingers brushing at your entrance.

“Let's go—”

You were stopped by your boyfriend untying one side of your bikini bottoms, pulling the rest to the side and exposing you right in the middle of the living room in a house where six other people could walk in at any moment.

“Shit, don't—”

You swallowed dry as Seungcheol started moving down, hands softly caressing your hips before he went down in between your legs, leaving open mouth kisses in your inner thighs.

“Fuck, no…” You moaned, his fingers playing with your cunt.

“Are you scared Seokmin might see us?”

Seungcheol's lips were really close to your cunt when he spoke, his warm breathing hitting against your core, making your toes curl.

“Anyone could see us—”

Your hand almost smacked your mouth when Cheol wrapped his lips around your folds, sucking hard on your clit, slurping your juices. Your legs trembled as you looked up once again, then at the kitchen’s door, waiting for someone to walk in.

Cheol didn't seem to care, wet sounds from his lips against your dripping cunt taking over the room as you pressed your hand tight against your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“You looked really pretty with this bikini,” his tongue brushed against your entrance. “But your wet pussy looks better. And they can't have it.”

Cheol pushed one of his fingers inside your cunt, softly stretching your entrance. Your back arched, your heart skipping a beat when you heard Mingyu's laugh, followed by Seokmin's high pitched scream.

“Oh, God—” You whispered.

Giving in, you held tight onto your boyfriend's hair, shoving his face harder into your wet cunt to try to make him go faster. Instead of working harder, he simply grabbed one of your calves and placed your leg on top of his shoulder.

With your pussy spread out to him, you let Cheol’s finger fuck into you as his tongue sucked on your clit so hard you felt your soul almost leaving your body.

“Babe— A room—” You whined.

Cheol surprised you by pushing a second finger in, still sucking hard at your clit, heat pooling down your core as you squirmed under him. Losing yourself, you closed your eyes and let him stretch you out, his fingers hitting just right as you gripped onto the sofa's armrest. Cheol’s soft lips felt like heaven, especially when he started moving his head faster.

You just didn't expect him to pull out his cock and shove into you without a warning, his thickness stretching you out so good you let a loud and clear moan escape from your lips.

Desperate, you once again looked around, checking every exit and window, your friends nowhere to be seen.

“What? Want them to watch me fucking you?”

Seungcheol grabbed your chin, making you stare into his eyes, and when you held tight around his neck and wrapped your legs around his hips, it was just you, him, and the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You got lost into the sensation of his thick tip hitting deep, every thrust making you bite hard onto your own lip to keep quiet.

“You're. All. Mine.”

Every pause of his previous words turned into a hard, deep pound, your legs turning into jelly as you opened yourself even more to him. You didn't want to open your eyes, because you were pretty sure you'd end up seeing a crowd watching your boyfriend fuck you into oblivion, anxiety mixing with the feeling of your walls tightening around your boyfriend's big cock.

“Fuck—” You whispered, scratching his back. “Cheol— I'm—”

Your back arched as the wave of pleasure hit you like a punch in the stomach, leaving you breathless and almost paralyzed as Seungcheol started thrusting even harder, your sensitive clit and walls pulsing. You held onto him as you felt Cheol's cock fill you up with his cum, leaking as he kept thrusting until there was nothing left.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “That's what you needed, right?”

Seungcheol grabbed your face, your cheeks squeezed into his hand as he breathed hard while staring deeply into your eyes.

“Never forget you're mine.”

[diaryofawhoretbh]

Literally anything about Richie from the bear pls!!

ANON, WHOEVER YOU ARE; I LOVE YOUU!! i've had this sitting in my drafts for like 2 years, so i hope you enjoy this!!!

(this is so short, but please request more!!)

wc: 931

so kiss me | richie jerimovich

"you literally never shut up richie, i'm trying to work here!"

annoying. frustrating. vexing. infuriating; are just four words to describe richie. he never shuts up, he's loud as hell. his stories go on forever, and he is super fucking hot. i actually can't fucking deal with him.

"when was the last time you were with someone baby? cus something's got your panties in a twist, and it sure as hell ain't just me."

i stop murdering chopping up the onions and i drop my knife and turn to face him. so fucking annoying. that fucking stupid smile on his face. he knows how to tease me. but who said i couldn't play that game?

i look up at him, my eyes turning innocent and i place my hand on his chest.

"richie, baby, i don't think carmy would be happy to hear that you're hitting on his ex gir-, best friend."

i look into his eyes and stand on my tiptoes to reach his ears. i softly whisper, "huh, though i'm sure you're a better fuck anyways."

i pull away from him to see his face bright red. who knew richard jerimovich could blush this much. i go back to prepping the onions and start ignoring him.

"i-i ahah... you're serious? baby? uhm, wait you fucked carmy?! what the fuck is going on, i uhm, i.. fuckk. you've fucked my head up now."

i stifle a laugh seeing him being a stuttering mess. i reach over to my phone that was connected to my little speaker, and start playing a random playlist on shuffle. within seconds, kiss me by sixpence none the richer started playing. how coincidental. i'm sure he won't take the hint.

"no richie, i was fucking with you. i never fucked carmy. i never dated him, he's just my friend. always will be, always has been. you know this. i mean, i know you've always had a thing for me though. don't think i never noticed. even when you were with tiff, how selfish of you richie, didn't know i had such a place in your heart. i always saw that look on your face when you looked at me..."

he starts to speak, "what the fuck.. what the fuck are you talking about? what fucking look?" he must think i'm stupid or he's just trying extremely hard to save himself, either way it is NOT working.

"you know.. like you wanted to kiss me. that look."

he places his hand on the back of his neck, and sighs.

"yea whatever, you got me. mikey would've never let me though. he had too much of a thing for you, never wifed you though. what a pussy, am i right? he could've been the luckiest man in the worl-"

"richie.. well mikey's not here anymore, is he?"

"yea.. yea, yea- no, he isn't. he isn't here right now."

"and no one else is here right now.. so why don't you just shut the fuck up and kiss me richard."

kiss me, beneath the milky twilight-

the kitchen laid silent as our eyes connected, a silent understanding passing between us. he took a step closer, our breaths synchronising as the distance between us diminished. my fingers grazed the edge of the cold steel countertop, the only barrier between us.

"i've been waiting for this moment for so long," he whispered, his voice a husky murmur. i met his gaze, my eyes reflecting the same desire, and replied,

"shut up richie."

the taste of anticipation lingered on our lips as he cupped my face gently, his touch sending shivers down my spine. the faint scent of onions and garlic wafted throught the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of this moment.

and he wasted no time in connecting our lips together. our lips finally met in a long-awaited dance. it was such a slow burn, a symphony of pent-up emotions over the years, released in a single, lingering kiss. his hands cradled my face and i responded by slithering my arms around his neck.

as our lips parted, the world outside the kitchen seemed to fade away. we stood there, caught in the afterglow of a kiss that tasted of both passion and sweetness, savouring the moment we had been starved for but had finally found in the quietude of the beef.

he leaned his forehead against mine, our eyes closed, basking in the warmth of each other. the cool surface of the stainless steel beneath my fingertips served as a grounding reminder of the reality we were momentarily escaping. the hum of the kitchen appliances becoming a comforting melody, highlighting the symphony of our shared feelings.

"i never realised how romantic this kitchen could be," i mused, a soft laughter escaping my lips.

he grinned, his eyes slowly opening, savouring the post-kiss euphoria. "maybe it's not the kitchen, but the two of us in it."

i tilted my head up, capturing his lips for a sweet, lingering peck. "i guess you're right, but me and you getting along in this kitchen doesn't sound right." we both laughed.

as we broke apart, i could hear the sounds of tina and carmy's voices coming through the back door. our song finally coming to an end.

"until next time, chef." i remarked to richie.

"there'll definitely be a next time. let me take you out baby."

a voice echoed through the kitchen, "yoo what the fuck, cousin did you just ask princess out? yoo guys, he finally did it."

time to deal with the rest of the crew and their bombarding questions.

[fandomwe1rd0]

No no no no shut up shut your face I swear to god I'm not crying someone is just chopping onions

HIS FACE WHEN MORTY FELL IN HE WAS SO WORRIED

"I'm afraid if I jumped into a hole, you wouldn't even bother jumping in after me! You'd just stay there and watch!"

THE WAY HE ONLY LOOKED AROUND FOR A FEW SECONDS BEFORE MAKING HIS DECISION THE WAY THE TIMELINE DIDN'T SPLIT WHICH MEANS HE WAS 100% ABOUT SAVING MORTY'S LIFE OVER HIS THE WAY HE HAD NO WAY OF COMING BACK TO LIFE AT THIS TIME! I AM NOT OKAY!

THOSE WERE GOING TO BE HIS LAST WORDS!? HIS DYING WORDS WOULD BE FOR MORTY TO BE A BETTER PERSON THAN HIM?! THAT WAS ALL HE WANTED?! OH MY GOD WHO'S CUTTING ONIONS?! STOP!

[crystalsamethyst]

Prompt: Onion

Most of heaven was relieved to not be invited to the wedding of the millennia, ashamed at their dependence on the ghost king and still unsure on how to interact with the god they once made fun of.

Those few who did get invited witnessed something extremely intimate and beautiful.

Loud sniffling could be heard as Xie Lian and Hua Cheng finished their bows, making one guest roll his eyes. "Are you seriously crying right now?"

"Shut the fuck up. Someone's chopping onions somewhere."

[records-of-a-slacker]

You wanted me to ask about wipes it appears so here I am!

I’m very curious about two.

1. Slacker life i guess

2. 15 yr old KFJ is very confused about kimcom

(Now tell me everything about them please)

Omg hi!!! Thanks for asking :)

1. This one is pretty simple, just a collection of one shots of Cale's hypothetical one day will be reached slacker life. A ton of slice of life of him living jn the rock villa just doing cute domestic stuff because I rlly like it. So far, I've only written a chapter where he makes yachajeon (Korean veggie pancakes) with the kids and Choi Han (good cook Cale is my fav headcanon)

Here's a snippet:

“Oooh, what’s it like?” Raon asked with equal curiosity but more enthusiasm.

“Hmmm.” It was kind of like trying to describe traditional dishes to foreigners. “It’s like a vegetable pancake.”

“Vegetables? The great and mighty Raon Miru loves vegetables!”

“Hm, I liked fruits a bit more but I also like veggies, nya!”

“Veggie soup made by Beacrox tastes good, nya.” 

Cale tilted his head at the three children who were happily praising vegetables as he chopped green onions and thought it was a bit strange. Shouldn’t children their age not like vegetables? He thought.

Kim Rok Soo remembered an age where he was still with his parents and would often complain about the vegetables on his plate or look at them silently in a grumbly, detesting manner until his parents said something about it. He sighed. It’s alright for them to complain if they don’t like it. 

In the midst of his thoughts, before he could dive any further into his records, he saw On’s eyes watch the movements of his hands as he moved the green onions off the cutting board and started on the leek before sparkling up at him while Hong and Raon were bickering next to them atop the counter.

“Do you want to help?” 

On’s eyes widened a bit before nodding with a smile, polymorphing into her human form and standing in front of Cale. Hong, watching his sister and realizing what was happening, followed after her and stared up at Cale expectantly while Raon flew next to him with the same sparkling eyes.

They’re way too enthusiastic about this. He sighed. “Okay, all three of you then. First, you should put on kitchen aprons.”

2. This one's ORV! A good old scenario fic where kimcom gets sent to KDJ's middle school years as random transfers. It's all platonic kimcom fluff because they're everything to me. Dokja basically regressed back to his 15 yo self so he doesn't remember anyone or anything about Kimcom and hasn't found twsa yet. Their goal is to stop kdj from eventually jumping out of a window. They don't know he's gonna jump out a window but they know he's gonna die someway somehow. Cue 15 yo Kim Dokja being highly confused by this random group of transfers who will not stop bothering him???? And this grumpy guy who looks like an actor is making hum homemade lunches and watching him eat???? And this random guy a bit buff for his age who keeps talking about the military????? And this girl who keeps insulting him for his taste in novels but scares off the bullies around him???? And these underclassmen he's never met who call him ahjussi??? And this pretty heroine of a girl who just sticks around and also probably poisoned someone's coffee????

Meanwhile kimcom is like. Why are you so skinny. Where did you get these bruises from? Huh???? Shut up we're going to the convenience store after school and buying you more stuff. Oh don't worry about Song Minwoo I disposed him in a bodybag somewhere.

Here's a snippet:

..Of course, he’d rather jump out the window right that moment than admit any of that out loud to this infuriating jerk. Besides, it seemed that all his charm points went to his face and god left him with this horrible personality and a few random quirks for flaws.

Kim Dokja heard something get dropped on top of his desk and looked away from the window. It was a bento lunch wrapped in red cloth. He looked up at Yoo Joonghyuk, a bit confused again as this had been going on since three days ago. The man in question only stared back with his cool, unreadable dark eyes. “Eat.”

He blinked dumbly for a second. “Wha— it’s still morning.”

“This is for your breakfast.”

“I’m sorry, what?” First he makes him lunch and now he’s also cooking him breakfast? Kim Dokja slid the bento back to Yoo Jooonghyuk’s side of the desk. “I already ate, it’s fine— you can just have this.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes narrowed into a glare at his refusal, pushing it right back to Dokja's desk. “Eat.”

He frowned and inched away a little. “I already said I—”

“Dokja-ssi, just eat it.”

“I— Sangha-ssi, I already—”

“Oi, don’t be so stubborn, Kim Dokja. Do you want Yoo Joonghyuk to spoon feed you that bad?” 

“Han Sooyoung, what the hell?!”

[moondrunkteen]

The Hallower

Thor, the Norse god of thunder, bears and workers but said to have a voice as soft as the wind. He is known for defeating giants and fighting the Midgard Serpent. Died in Ragnarök, although his sons Magni and Modi survived. During the Viking Age, he grew to have his hammer a symbol of heathenry and fighting against the oppression of the upper class or those who were bigger than themselves

Loki chops off Sif's hair, Thor threatens him, Loki enlists dwarfs to create new hair, and two other wonders.After performing a mission, Loki challenges dwarfs Brokkr and Sindri to produce goods greater than those manufactured by Ivaldi's sons. Despite Loki's fuckery, the dwarves build great gifts including Gullinbursti, Draupnir, and Mjollnir. The dwarves collect their wager from the gods, with Loki merely avoiding them until they sewed his mouth shut after the bet.

Symbols

Colour: Silver, Red, and Sky Blue

Elements: Fire

Rune: Thurisaz (used to balance force(giants) with willpower)

Tarot Cards: Chariot, The Emperor and The The Knight of Wands

Food🍻: Goat, Mead and Rain Water

Herbs: Cedar, Toak, Mountain Ash, Hazel, Hawthorn, Thistle, Pine, Garlic, Onions and Yarrow

Animals🐺: Goat, Grey Wolf and Bear

Crystals🪨: Sapphire, Agate, Brass, Lapis Lazuli, Sodalite and Turquoise

Devotional Acts

-wear a Mjolnir necklace or gifts made by a friend as a symbol of power

-spend sometime around oak tree’s

-listen to thunderstorms

-Lift up those around you. Someone elses success does not bring your failure.

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[metalnecklace]

There Was Heaven In Your Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Words: 1361

Warnings: None, really. I don’t know how divorces work, so maybe that.

Notes: This series is done! Thank you so so much to everyone who has kept up with it. I have the second part in the works but it won’t start to be released for a while. In the meantime I will have plenty of other little things in between.

Masterlist

Epilogue

“Agent Peña, how much do you know about the Cali cartel?”

Javier sat with that question, knowing what it would mean to continue on. After everything he went through in Colombia, he wasn’t sure he could do it again. Not alone, anyway.

“That depends,” he said, sitting back and crossing his arms. “I have a few requests.”

-

On his way home he stopped by the local market, taking his time to pick out the freshest vegetables he needed to make dinner that night. His father was out with friends until late, participating in his weekly cards night, which meant Javi had the house to himself.

He had her all to himself.

The reason he felt he could go back to Colombia to take down the godfathers. That is, if she was willing to take up his offer.

He just had to pick up one more thing before getting home to her.

-

When Javi got home the house was incredibly silent. Fear clutched at his heart until he found her wrapped up in blankets on the couch. Her eyes were shut, eyelashes twitching gently against her cheeks, and her mouth was slightly open to allow her soft snores to reach his ears. The anxiety that had swelled in his chest slowly turned into a burn, a heat that bloomed into his veins.

It was obvious what he was feeling, the word pushing up his throat until it sat heavy on his tongue. It would be so easy to tell her, but he feared how she would react. The last time he professed his feelings for someone it felt forced. He said it because he felt he had to, whereas the way he was feeling about her felt so natural to him. She was like the air he needed to breathe.

But she had been through so much, between her ex-husband and the Escobar’s. Did he want her to feel obligated to stay with him? He asked her weekly if she wanted to leave, or if she was happy with him, and she always held his face between her hands and insisted she didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world except by his side. That was enough for him, until the thoughts crept up again.

Maybe she was happy with him, but did she love him? Would she feel trapped if he confessed his feelings for her?

Instead of worrying about saying it, he showed it in his actions. Especially in his cooking. Because of her he decided to learn how to cook properly, both by cooking with her and practicing for her. He wanted to take care of her the way she took care of him in Colombia. Plus he loved the way she lit up after the first bite of a new recipe.

He went to work chopping up peppers and onions, mincing garlic, and prepping the already marinated chicken to be cooked. He was just making a roast, not worrying about being too fancy, since he mostly wanted to spend the night showing his love in a more physical way. Even though it was fun trying to keep quiet while pushing her buttons, he loved the nights without his father around so he could hear every sweet noise spilling from her lips. All for him.

After placing everything in the oven he set the timer on the stove. He could feel her more than hear her as her presence suddenly filled the room. A sigh escaped his lips, and tension he didn’t even realize he was holding onto slipped off his shoulders and spine. Her arms wrapped around his middle, fingers interlocking as her body melted into his.

“Hermosa,” he cooed, “did I wake you? You looked so peaceful.”

“No, no, Javi, you didn’t,” her voice was smooth as honey, though with a hint of sleep still clinging on. He could listen to her for the rest of his life and never get tired of the sound of her voice. “Although I can’t say it wasn’t your cooking. It smells so good I just had to come investigate.”

He turned in her arms, and leaned down to kiss her. “You’re too kind to me, you know.”

She smiled up at him, biting her lip. “Speaking of investigating, how did the meeting go?”

Before he left he warned her that he was probably going to be punished for working with Los Pepes. They hadn’t given him much information, so he assumed it was a meeting about his lack of professionalism. He wasn’t expecting what they offered instead.

“Before we discuss that, I have a little something for you.” He nodded toward the table where a brown envelope sat.

She quirked an eyebrow at him and wandered over, taking a seat before inspecting the envelope. There wasn’t any writing on it, so it was impossible to know what would be inside, but his heart sped up anyway.

“Should I be worried?”

He let out a nervous chuckle and sat down at the table next to her. “Listen, the last few weeks I’ve been working on getting this for you, and there’s no pressure. I just got it so you do have the option if you ever want it.”

Her brow was furrowed in both confusion and concentration as she opened up the flap, and slid the papers out.

“Divorce papers?” Her eyebrows ticked up in surprise, but she didn’t look upset.

Javi nodded. “I wanted you to have the choice. He won’t find you, I made sure to put a system in place so he will not find you, he will never know where you are. As far as he’s concerned you’re in witness protection.”

She read through the documents, taking in all the information. When she looked back up her eyes were glassy.

“Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry. I should’ve asked first-“

“No, Javi, thank you.” She chewed her lip, but a smile still tried to break through.

Suddenly she reached over to the pen that was sitting between them and looked at where she needed to sign. Once she was done she placed the papers back in the envelope and threw it onto the table, sitting back and sighing.

“It’s done.” She smiled at the envelope, then at Javi. “I’m done. Thank you, Javi. It’ll take a few days, I think, for it to settle, but you have no idea what this means to me.”

He smiled back and reached across the table to hold her hands in his. “You’re so strong, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

“Says you.” Her smile turned into a full grin. “Tell me about your meeting! You look like you’re in a good mood so it couldn’t have been that bad.”

He stood and walked to the cupboard, grabbing a glass for some water. “I could never be in a bad mood around you.”

“True, I’m just too charming.” She laughed and stood up, leaning against the counter while he sipped at his glass. “Come on, Javi, tell me.”

He nodded, placing his glass in the sink and turning to face her. She looked so sweet, he felt that overwhelming warmth spread through his body again.

“They want me to go back to Colombia, to take down the Cali cartel.”

She looked shocked, but didn’t say anything.

“I told them I would. They need to be taken down. I want to be part of that, to right everything I did wrong with Escobar.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

She reached across the space between them so they could be connected again. He felt grounded as her warm affection spread through his fingertips.

“You’re allowed to say no to this. There is no pressure at all.” He rubbed the back of her hands with his thumbs. “I don’t want you to feel you have to do this.”

Her eyes held him, cradled him. He thanked the heavens above for her patience every day.

“How would you feel about going on another adventure with me?”

The words hung between them, Javi felt his heart lurch into the empty air. Ready to break if she didn’t catch him.

She smiled. “I’m in.”

———

Taglist: @sullyosully @ashleymsnodgrass

[backupanddoitagain]

Conversations With Peter Parker

Kitchen Conversations (continued, page 3)

**Rating: Mature/Warning (Innuendo) Pure fluffy fluff.**

Reblogs and likes are great; please do not repost elsewhere/deposit in AI software.

Peter: Can I help with anything for dinner? I'm pretty handy you know.

You: Handsy you mean.

Peter: Well, when you put it like that...don't mind if I do...

You: You realize you're talking to someone holding a knife right now?

Peter: My weakness isn’t really small knives. My weakness is you.

You: Peter, you're going to make me cry.

Peter: It's probably the onion you're chopping.

You: With a sharp knife, which is why your hands shouldn't be under my t-shir--

Peter: [smirking]

You: I guess you could say I have my own weak...[moans]...weaknesses.

Peter: Yeah? What about this one right here?

You: Shut up and kiss me.

(...to be continued...)

[abboii08]

Every Cod line in CMIYC because I need to lock in

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE 💪"

"The hell is he doing..? 😟"

"It's all that Julia childs' fault!!111 She puts em up to it. What was wrong with American food?? Nothing, til she came along. You'd open up a can of tuna, chop some onions and celery, add some mayo, mix it all together and voila 😼 Haute cuisine. I HATE public television."

"WHO asked you agent dollar? Did I ask you?? Did agent BRANTON ask you? Did anyone in this building ask you? 💀"

"Cmon Hanratty it's 4:45, it's Christmas EVE 😟"

"He means every day kid..." this man hates his job. Real

"He's gone global. The last bad checks came in from Lichtenstein😱 Where the hell is Lichtenstein????🤔"

"Lichtenstein."

"JEEESUS Hanratty do you wanna arrest him or hire him...??"

"Cmon Hanratty he doesn't even know you exist 🫢"

"Hanratty ....I'm gonna regret this buuut.. look at this field bulletin..."

"Looks like he left in a hurry... 🤨"

"He lives on junk food... "

"Oh my god! It's Hanratty 🤣🤣🤣!!!11"

"Right. 💀"

"Nowwww THATS the best idea he's had yet ☝️🤓"

Adlib I cooked up when I go offstage with Branton after this was "We're going to LA, Teddy!!!"

"WHERE IS HE???? 🤬" in response to Hanrattys "frank FUCK"

ACT 2!

"shut UP DOLLAR!!!11"

"Frank Collins?"

"Frank Conners...."

"Hanratty... three of the guests saw someone leaving out back ☹️"

[thoselethalarts]

𝓚𝓪𝔃𝓾𝓸 𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓻𝓸 - 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

(SR) Ceremony Robes (Part 2): “I Won’t Let You Down!”

(Savanaclaw Dorm: Leona’s Room)

Ruggie: Almost time for the Entrance Ceremony~ Leona, are you ready yet?

Leona: Yeah, yeah, I’m dressed. You don’t have to keep nagging me.

Ruggie: Sometimes I wonder if I have to nag you more, really. Feels like getting you up on time today was pulling teeth.

Leona: Speaking of pulling teeth, how’s preparations going for the banquet after the ceremony? Leona: After how much money you asked for, I’m expecting something real good to compensate.

Ruggie: Ah, it should be going fine… I think. Ruggie: I left most of the dirty work to Kaz, since he seemed so enthusiastic to help. All I did was wrestle in a couple of third years to be his extra hands.

Leona: Hoh? Well this should be interesting. I wouldn’t put my faith in any of their hands without someone guiding them every step of the way. Leona: Well, if dinner ends up sucking, at least I’ll get a show out of it.

Ruggie: That’s cold, Leona~ you don’t care at all about your poor underclassman at all, do you?

Leona: I’m not his caretaker. If he bit off more than he could chew and was so enthusiastic to do it, I’m not about to stop him. Leona: It’s getting close to the time to leave. Let’s head down.

Ruggie: ‘Kayyy~ Ruggie: Aaahh~ I wonder if Kaz is doin’ alright manning those third years all on his own. Ruggie: I told him I’d bring some muscle to help him out, but I didn’t say I’d be corralling them for him past that. Guess we’ll find out soon enough.

(Savanaclaw Dorm: Lounge)

(The sound of sizzling meat and busy bodies bustling is thick in the air)

Kazuo: Alright, looks like the pozole’s coming along pretty good. Now all it needs to do is simmer for the next couple hours. Kazuo: By the time the entrance ceremony’s done, it should be ready! This is perfect timing! Kazuo: Hey, tamale station! How’re things comin’ along over there?

Savanaclaw Mob A: We’re doin’ good! Almost done with this batch!

Savanaclaw Mob B: Hey, what are we supposed to do if we can’t tie the corn husks closed?

Kazuo: Oh, you don’t need to tie them shut! That’s just a bonus step. Here, I’ll show you how to fold them shut, so you don’t gotta worry about it~

Savanaclaw Mob B: Oh-! Thanks, man!

Ruggie: Whoa…! Everything’s actually working out alright in here!

Leona: Huh… color me impressed. Things might go better than expected tonight after all.

Kazuo: Oh! Hey, everyone! It’s Leona and Ruggie!

(All the Savanaclaw Mobs cheer at their arrival)

Ruggie: W-What the hell’s this enthusiasm about? He really got them all psyched up.

Kazuo: Hehe~ I’m guessing it’s about that time, right?

Leona: Just about. We’re gonna start heading over soon. Leona: If you want, you and your helpers over here can stay here and keep working. I’ll let the Headmaster know you got my approval.

Kazuo: Oh! I mean if that’s alright with you. I’ve got a few more dishes I wanted to work on at the last minute, so they’ll be hot and ready by the time the new first years get here.

Leona: Yeah, ‘s no problem at all.

Ruggie: I dunno how the hell you managed to keep all these third years in line, Kaz. Like, I can keep them managed sometimes, but you give them too much to work with and they all fall apart.

Kazuo: Oh, well that’s easy. Kazuo: Everyone in this dorm looks up to Leona with high respect. All I had to do was tell them was this was for him, and they all got enthused to help out.

Ruggie: And the workload?

Kazuo: Well managing that’s easy too. Every part of today’s meal is just a bunch of small tasks that come together to make something bigger. Kazuo: I broke everything down into the easiest steps possible. Chop the onions, put the onions in a pan, stir the onions constantly until they look brown. Kazuo: Grab some tamal dough and spread it on the corn husk, put some filling inside of it, fold it and tie it shut. Kazuo: Give someone too many tasks and they’ll get overwhelmed, but give them nothing to do and they’ll feel like they’re being left out. As long as someone has something easy to do, everyone will feel like a team!

Leona: That’s about the long and short of it. You could stand to take some notes, Ruggie. Otherwise when I graduate I’ll be leaving him in charge of Savanaclaw next.

Ruggie: That’s if you even graduate, Leona. With your grades, you might just be here forever.

Savanaclaw Mob C: Hey Kaz! Should we start barbequing the veggies yet?

Kazuo: Oh, not yet! We’ll do that when the ceremony’s over, that way they’ll still be hot when everybody gets back!

Savanaclaw Mob C: Got it! Good thinking!

Leona: Well, I’ll leave you all to it. Keep up the good work, Kaz.

Kazuo: Heheh~ Thanks, Leona. I won’t let you down!

/ End

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Iron God Chapter 41 [Azvalath]

 "That isn't how you crack an egg." Dras grabbed Azvalath's wrist. "Tap it gently."

Azvalath gave a nervous sideways glance. Gingerly, he tapped the egg on the counter.

"A bit harder than that." Dras gestured with his other hand. "Still, it doesn't take much."

Azvalath sighed. "Can't we just boil them in the shells? That's what we do at home."

Dras nodded. "That works too. We've just got to use these eggs up before they go bad." He took the egg from Azvalath and stared at it for a moment. "Haven't you ever thought about how eggs look so damn perfect?"

The warrior shrugged. "Can't say I have."

The other man chuckled.

Azvalath raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." Dras smoothed his blond hair. "Well, I get the impression you don't think about much of anything unless it's to worry about something."

Azvalath looked down. "Comes with the territory when you live like I do."

"Here. Chop this up." Dras dropped a large white onion in front of him. "Nice and fine. Now tell me, how is it you live that requires so much worrying and nothing nice?"

"It's not that nothing is nice." Azvalath picked the knife up, but nearly dropped it when he heard Kolo laughing outside. The sound startled him.

"You're awfully jumpy, for one thing." Dras snapped his fingers. "You've got a sword that I'm pretty sure isn't only for show. Your ride-along straightened the deer skull on my wall without even touching it, and I'm sure you've got some kind of power up your sleeve too."

Azvalath didn't say anything and started chopping up the onion. Its odor burned the inside of his nostrils.

"It's kind of rude to ignore someone," Dras teased.

"We've got our reasons. And our secrets, for that matter." Azvalath paused and coughed into his sleeve. "What's it matter to you if we're helping you out?"

"I like to know about people." Dras leaned on the counter. "So Azvalath, what's your story?"

"A long one." Azvalath smacked the knife's handle to shove the dull blade through the onion. The pungent fumes scorched his eyes to tears. "Good grief. What's this?"

"A long and sad story?" Dras smirked.

Azvalath growled. "It's the onion."

"Mm-hm." Dras nodded. "That's what they all say. So what's your deal?"

"I don't even know where to start." That was true enough. Kolo yelled something indiscernible outside. Azvalath tried to contain his flinch that time.

The younger man hummed. "Where are you and your friend from? It's not often we get newcomers, though it's quite nice whenever we do."

"We're from the mountains farther inland." That was also true enough.

"All right, then." Dras hovered by Azvalath, too close for comfort. "Good view, I'll bet. How are the people there?"

Azvalath gave a halfhearted chuckle. "Batshit." His eyes were bloodshot now and streaming tears. He could barely hold his eyelids open.

"Any pretty folks?" Dras's tone suggested he was trying very hard not to laugh. "Come on, big strong man like you's got to have a pretty woman back home, isn't that right?"

"Not a woman." Azvalath reached up and rubbed his eyes. Then he dropped the knife on the floor and made an animal sound of pain.

"Oh, that's pretty bad. Let me help you." Dras grabbed Azvalath's hand away from his face.

Azvalath recoiled, half-blinded by the onion's vile essence. "What the freezing hell is your problem?" He stumbled backward. "I don't want to fuck you!"

"What?" Dras sounded bewildered. "When did I ever say anything about –?"

Irritated, Azvalath staggered out of the kitchen. He tried to wipe his eyes with his sleeve, but that only made them hurt worse. He nearly stepped on Talin, who snapped at him. "You've gotta be rude now? What's with you people?"

Azvalath resisted the urge to kick the badger. Everything felt like too much. Outside was all searing white light.

"Aza, you look like a mess," Kolo butted in unhelpfully. "What happened?"

"Onions are not food," he growled, then slammed the door shut behind him.

It was raining outside. Thank goodness. He collected raindrops in cupped hands and splashed his eyes, blinking until his vision cleared well enough. Not that it would clear fully, given the fog that had rolled in from the ocean. The mist and the quiet settled him down enough that he almost felt a need to go and apologize to Dras.

Still, he didn't want to go back and deal with the mess and noise of a kitchen. Out here, it was beautiful and silent. The wind was soft and not too biting. The dirt road that had been bustling mere hours ago was empty and still.

He decided to go for a walk and clear his head.

Azvalath's footsteps seemed muted in the haze. It struck him, then, that it was too quiet. Where had everyone gone? It was still only midday, he thought.

He approached one house's frosted window and peaked inside. He could barely make out the shapes of people moving around inside, and then he reasoned everyone had probably gone inside because of the rain. It was quite cold, after all, and rain could kill on a cold enough day.

He walked a bit farther. It was difficult to see anything but the road ahead of him. Even if it were all he needed to see, Azvalath had never liked being unaware of his greater surroundings. He stomped his feet on purpose a few times, then kicked a rock down the road. It bounced and then thudded back onto the icy beaten dirt.

When he reached where the rock had landed, he looked down and noticed it was a very oddly perfect rock. He picked the round stone up in one hand and ran his fingers across its cool, smooth surface. Then he threw it.

The next thing he heard was glass breaking.

Shit.

Of course his task list now included reparations for a broken window.

He ran up to the window he hadn't even seen. "I'm sorry!" He sputtered a flimsy apology. "That was an accident. How can I...?"

There was a family inside. Two parents and a little boy who was crying about the broken window. Without even seeming to register Azvalath's presence, the father picked up his son and the whole family retreated to another room. Their teakettle started whistling over the fire. No one came to retrieve it.

Azvalath turned around, about to go knock on the front door, but then he felt a familiar tingle on the back of his neck. His mind struggled to make sense of it for a second, but then he turned back to the broken window and saw his master sitting at the table inside.

"Xigon?" He was bewildered to see his mentor here, but Xigon was unmistakable.

Xigon's head jerked up.

"Hold on." Azvalath narrowed his eyes. Why did he feel the tingle if Xigon weren't actually looking directly at him?

The teakettle's whistling grew louder.

Xigon stared at the wall and didn't acknowledge Azvalath any further.

The child's cry pierced through the other room's walls. Xigon looked at him, finally. He wore the beguiling smile Azvalath loved and craved so much.

Dimly, he remembered something else. It seemed inconsequential, but...

Why wouldn't Xigon say anything?

Why...?

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee

The teakettle boiled over, dousing the fire beneath it.

Azvalath's eyes illuminated to fill the sudden darkness. Why was it so dark all of a sudden? Wasn't it midday?

He shut his eyes, covered them with his hands, and yelled out a command. "Now be silent!"

The teakettle's song was cut short. The crying in the other room stopped. The tingling sensation vanished. When all was silent again, Azvalath opened his eyes.

His surroundings were not at all what he remembered. He was surrounded by tall, dense trees. There was still broad daylight above the canopy. Withered shrubs climbed halfway up his legs and the ground beneath his feet was soft. Moss, perhaps. It almost felt warm.

No, it was warm.

Beneath the shrubs and litter and snow, something was warm. Something was breathing. Cautiously, Azvalath bent down and brushed aside enough debris to find fur. It was thick and exactly the same colors as the forest floor. Even the texture ensured perfect camouflage.

He brushed aside more and found a tufted ear bigger than both of his hands put together. Azvalath gasped. He'd been lured into a trap by this strange predator whose head he now crouched atop.

Azvalath jumped away and ran for his life. Behind him, the heavy head of the great holf tipped up above the forest floor. Slitlike nostrils opened to sniff the air. Huff, huff, huff. A wide, pale eye followed the man as he disappeared from the forest.

Slaaek laid his head back down and vanished easily into his surroundings. The great holf salivated with the imagined taste of fresh hot blood. Humans came so easily when he sang, and they died so well in his jaws.

Few ever even had time to scream.