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

[a-shy-mimiktwo]

[nachrosas]

LOVE'S SOUP | s.reid x reader

summary: spencer is sick and you make soup to help him. pairing: spencer reid x chef!reader content warnings: spencer is a little sick (not graphic) word count: 1k a/n: thank you so much @angellic4l for giving me the idea! hope you guys like it!

The sound of muffled sneezes and discreet coughs echoed through the apartment, almost losing the battle against the sound coming from the television. Spencer was sitting on the sofa, with slumped shoulders and slightly red eyes, trying, but without much success, to focus on the documentary in front of him.

You were watching from afar, with your arms crossed as you leaned against the worktop in the small kitchen. Three times he had tried to stifle his sneezes with the sleeve of his jacket as if to avoid attracting your attention, but the slight frown on his forehead and the way he squeezed his eyes shut showed how uncomfortable he was.

“He should be in bed,” you muttered to yourself, before letting out a resigned sigh. Spencer Reid, of course, wouldn't admit he was ill even if he was hit by a train of symptoms.

Pushing open the cupboard door above the worktop, you began to rummage around for something that might help. It wasn't much, but there was enough for a makeshift soup. An idea began to form in your mind.

A few moments later, with the broth simmering gently in the pot, the aromas of garlic, onion, and herbs began to fill the space. The soft sound of vegetables being chopped was almost therapeutic, contrasting with the documentary.

“Are you cooking?” a familiar, slightly hoarse voice sounded behind you.

You turned your head to find Spencer standing in the kitchen doorway, holding a piece of paper and looking even more dejected up close.

“Not exactly,” you replied with a smile, returning to stirring the broth. “I'm saving your life. Now get back on the sofa and let me take care of this.”

You placed the bowl of steaming soup in front of him, watching as Spencer stared at the plate with a mixture of surprise and hesitation. He adjusted his glasses with an automatic gesture as if he needed a moment to process what was happening.

“Did you… make that for me?” he asked, his voice husky and slightly suspicious, but without a trace of displeasure.

“Of course I did,” you replied with a reassuring smile, crossing your arms as you tilted your head. “Someone needs to make sure you don't fall apart before the next case.”

He lowered his eyes to the soup, the steam gently coating his lenses. “I don't know what to say. No one's ever done that for me before.”

You stepped forward, resting a hand lightly on the back of the sofa. “Then say thank you and taste it before it gets cold.”

He laughed softly, the sound muffled by the flu, but picked up the spoon with a shy smile. As he took the first sip, Spencer closed his eyes for a moment, letting out an involuntary sigh. The warm broth seemed to run through his body like a comforting hug, easing the headache and heaviness that the cold had brought.

“Are you all right?” you asked, leaning in slightly, eager for the answer.

“It's…” he hesitated, searching for the right word. “Surprisingly perfect. I can taste the garlic, which has antimicrobial properties, and I think there's ginger in it too? It helps relieve nausea and has anti-inflammatory effects.”

You raised an eyebrow, impressed, but feigned impatience. “It's not time to give a lesson, Spence. It's time for you to eat and let the soup magic work.”

He laughed again, the sound a little looser this time. “It's serious. Studies show that hot soups, especially those with a light broth, can help hydrate and decongest the airways. It's almost scientific.”

“Of course it is,” you replied, stroking his hair. “But I prefer to call it my infallible remedy. Now, even the genius of BAU has to admit that a little caution doesn't hurt.”

He looked at you over the bowl, his eyes brighter than before - perhaps from the warmth of the soup, or from the gesture itself. “I think I'm going to have to agree to that. Thank you… really.”

“You're welcome, Spence,” you replied softly, stepping back to give him room to finish. “But if you don't rest after that, next time I'll add more garlic. A lot more.”

He smiled a small but genuine smile, before returning to his soup.

Spencer put the spoon back in the bowl, leaning back on the sofa with a satisfied sigh. The bowl in front of him was completely empty, down to the last drop of broth. He looked at you, a little embarrassed, as if he still hadn't got used to being looked after like that.

“I don't know how to thank you,” he began, adjusting his glasses with a nervous gesture. “It was… the best soup I've ever tasted.”

You crossed your arms and sat down next to him, a soft smile on your face. “No need to thank me. It was just what you needed to make you feel better.”

“No, really.” he insisted, his eyes shining with sincerity. “I know it was something simple, but… it was more than I deserved.”

“Spence.” you interrupted him with a soft but firm tone. “Everyone needs looking after from time to time. Even stubborn geniuses like you.”

He ducked his head, hiding a shy smile as he fiddled with the rim of the bowl with his fingers. “You're right.”

“Good.” you replied, raising an eyebrow in a playful tone. “Then do us both a favor and get some rest, or I'll have to make another even more garlic-laden soup just to make sure you soak.”

He laughed, a genuine sound that warmed the room as much as the aroma of the soup had done before. “If it's a soup like that, maybe I really do need to get sick more often.”

“Don't even think about it, Spence,” you replied, pointing at him with an amused expression.

As you turned to wash the pot, you heard a slight movement behind you. When you turned around, you found Spencer with his head resting on the arm of the sofa, his eyes closed. He had fallen asleep, with a calm, relaxed expression that contrasted with the exhausted man from before. 

A tender smile formed on your face as you took a blanket from a nearby armchair and covered him lightly. “Good night, Spence,” you murmured softly. “I'll write down the recipe for you when you get better.

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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!

[hannahbarberra162]

Imagine Sanji confronting you over your disordered eating (angst / comfort drabble)

TW: disordered eating talk, eating disorders

This isn't what I think *should* be done, but I think this is what Sanji would do.

Implied F reader but M readers can be Mellorines too :3

For a friend : )

“May I ask you something?” the blonde chef queried while preparing for the next meal. Sanji was in the kitchen, chopping onions, carrots and celery for whatever it was he was making for dinner. He looked how he always did when preparing food in his typical doskoi panda apron and shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You turned to him, glass in hand, as you stood by the clean water barrel in the galley to get another drink. 

“Of course, what’s up?” You were  a little taken aback by Sanji’s tone and choice of words. Usually he was swooning over you, Robin, and Nami, literally. He always spoke honeyed words to you, complementing your outfit, or intelligence, or bravery, anything he could think of. He was quick with a pet name, calling you Mellorine or Angel, or some name in French. But off the top of your head you could not remember a time when he spoke to you so seriously.

“Is there something I can change about my cooking? Something that you would like more?” he asks, setting down the knife on the cutting board. You knit your brows together in confusion.

“No? I love your cooking, it’s the best food I’ve ever had. Maybe I should tell you more often,” you said with a smile. You complimented his cooking every time you ate, it was incomparable to meals you’d had before you met him.

“You tell me enough, mon ange. Then how can I get you to eat more regularly?” he said, lighting a cigarette as he moved closer to you.

“W-what do you mean? I eat with everyone,” you stuttered out, backing away with every step he took closer.

“Mm. You eat some food with us, sure. Not much, a few bites here and there. But you prefer eating alone in your room or late at night when no one is watching, no? Or long stretches with no food and then a lot of food at all at once, yes?” Your anger rose as quickly as your shame while your cheeks flooded with red.

“What the fuck, Sanji? You’ve been watching me eat?” you said, gripping the glass in your hand tighter with every word.

“I watch everyone eat, I keep a close eye on food waste. I know everyone’s food preferences, it comes with the territory of being a chef,” he explained, blowing a cloud of cigarette smoke to the side to avoid getting on your clothes.

“Well it sounds like you have an eating disorder then. That’s not normal and don’t fucking talk to me about -” you puffed up, ready to ream out the chef, wanting him to drop this topic immediately. You had absolutely no desire to talk about your eating habits with anyone, much less someone who apparently watched what you consumed like a hawk.

“Chopper says I have disordered eating but not an eating disorder,” Sanji said matter-of-factly. 

“Oh,” was all you could say in response, floored by his casual admission of something so personal. You didn’t think anyone else on the crew had any issues like yours, everyone seemed so…perfect. 

“There’s a few reasons why, but it’s something I’m dealing with. Every day, really. It can be freeing to reclaim some of your life. You don’t realize how much brain space it consumes until some of it is dealt with. I’m happy to talk to you about it, you might consider -” You cut Sanji off, not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence. 

“Just leave me the fuck alone and stop watching what I eat! Don’t talk about this to me again…just…SHUT UP!” you finished with a childish insult, tears forming in your eyes. Sanji gave you a kind look, his eyes crinkling with a small smile and took your glass from your hand. Refilling it with water for you, he handed it back while an errant tear rolled down your hot face. 

“If you ever want to talk, I’m here to listen,” Sanji said, resuming his position in the kitchen. 

[ladylooch]

Big Dogs and Big Changes - Lio Meier

A/N: Originally from this request asking for a sweet moment between Lio and Liv. Let’s go back to Liv’s important role in Lio’s survival during his spiral.

Word count: 3.6k

Lio Meier is in a foul fucking mood.

Whoever said that working out was the key to unlocking mental blocks never had their dad show up to their work out and throw them against a wall.

Any hope of an endorphins rush was dashed when his back hit that concrete wall.

He can’t blame his dad though. He knows he was lucky to walk away from that.

The man may be older, but he’d still beat some ass for Lio’s mama. No question.

In retrospect, maybe he should thank his dad for his visit thought. Lio finally realized how fucking miserable he is here and he is leaving. He told the trainer not to expect him back as he was walking out the door earlier.

One of Lio’s palms turns the steering wheel while the other hand rapidly flips through his Spotify account. He is looking for a song that matches his negative energy, but nothing comes across that soothes the acidic fire in his chest.

Lio wishes Connor was here. He would find the exact right song for the mood and they would rip around the curved roads of this mountain town until the speakers blew out in Lio’s car.

But Connor isn’t here.

He’s back in Massachusetts with his wife and daughter that he won’t let Lio see anymore.

“Fucking prick.” Lio scowls then throws his phone onto the passenger seat. In one more right turn, he hits his street. His heavy foot on the pedal eases off when he sees Luca Fiala’s black Audi sitting on the other side of his driveway.

He really doesn’t want to deal with Luca today. His sour puss attitude can’t handle Luca’s domineering possessive energy with his little sister. Ever since they got back together, Luca’s been puffing around town like a big dog. It’s annoying and reminds Lio a bit too much of his dad. But if Livy is around, Luca is around so he should probably just get the fuck over it.

Lio cuts the engine on his car after parking in the garage. He heads inside immediately assaulted with the smells of onions and garlic.

“Hi!”Liv bounces excitedly over to him. “I’m making you dinner.” She kisses his cheek and Lio fakes a smile for her. His blue eyes roll over to Luca, nursing a beer at the counter.

“Fiala.” He tilts his chin at him. Luca nods back, saying nothing, just taking a sip of his beer. Well, Lio’s beer that he clearly helped himself to from the fridge.

“I’m like thirty minutes out from dinner being ready. But I have snacks! Go help yourself.” She waves him over towards Luca where a spread of charcuterie is laid out on various cutting boards and platters. Lio wonders if this shit is his or if she brought it over. He grabs a square of gouda, popping it into his mouth.

“What’s for dinner?” He asks his little sister, picking up a slice of salami next.

“Luca and I went to the farmers market and got the most amazing vegetables. So we are having a salad, some roasted asparagus, and Luca is going to grill pork chops. Then for dessert, I made a pie! A whole freaking pie!” She exclaims, arms going up above her shoulders incredulously. Lio can’t help but smile and chuckle at her excitement. It’s short lived. “Mack might come over too. She’s in town.” And there it goes. Mackenzie Hischier is not someone he wants to chat with right now. Big dog across the counter here keeps his mouth shut out of respect for Livy, but Mack won’t.

“Livy…” Lio sighs.

“I highly doubt she is coming. She’s trying to meet up with Enzo for one last summer fling before heading to New York.”

“Who’s Enzo?”

“Do you ever pay attention?” Liv gives him a look like Lio should know who she is talking about.

“No.” Luca answers for Lio around a bite of cheese and meat.

“How’s my beer, asshole?” Lio pops back at him.

“Pretty good, fucker.”

“Boys.” Liv sighs. “Don’t ruin my dinner.”

Luca closes his mouth and then gets up, walking over to Liv to give her a kiss. Lio turns his back on them, opting to demolish more of the cheese on the charcuterie board.

“Are you ready for me to grill the pork chops?” Luca asks between loud smooches. Lio cringes, then grabs one last piece of cheese before leaving the room.

He heads upstairs to his master suite, taking off his workout clothes to hop into the shower. As he rinses shampoo out of his hair, his mind drifts to Savannah. He wonders if she is still in the Alps. Or did she divert from her plan and head down to Italy to roll through Tuscany. When he saw her a few days ago, she seemed unsure of her plan. That’s been her summer in Europe though. He loves that she has this fluidity about her. He also wishes she had taken the olive branch he extended to her for him to take her up into the Alps.

“I’ve already booked a service that does historical tours and such. I don’t think that would be exciting for you as a Swiss native.”

She wasn’t wrong about that. Lio would rather do a lot of other things, but he just wanted to breathe the same air as her again for an extended period of time.

Lio turns the shower off then lazily goes through pulling on his clothes. He flops down on the bed, scrolling through Savannah’s socials. She has a few stories posted, but none of them look particularly European. He wonders if she is back in the U.S. or posting old pictures to hide her whereabouts. Would she do that to hide from him?

The thought makes Lio scowl. He throws his phone, laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. He lays like that for fifteen more minutes, then rolls himself begrudgingly out of bed when more smells from downstairs waft up.

When he hits the downstairs, he pauses for a stride. Luca and Liv are sitting at the table, clearly waiting for him.

“Oh shit. Sorry.” He murmurs.

“No worries.” Livy smiles sweetly. “How was your shower?”

“Good.” Lio says, sitting down across from Luca who glares right through him.

And that’s about how the rest of dinner goes.

Livy makes sweet conversation. Luca looks at her with googly eyes. Their forks and knives scrape against plates as they eat the meal. Liv and Luca talk back and forth about how incredible the flavors are. When Liv tries to invite Lio’s opinion, he just shrugs and says its good. It is. But food hasn’t really tasted the same for Lio recently. Like everything else in life, it’s taken on a grey, unappetizing presence.

“Okay, I am dying for us to try my pie!!!!” Liv squeaks, tossing her napkin onto the table.

“Do you need help, baby?” Luca asks her.

“No, just relax. Thank you for asking though.”

“Sure…” Luca trails off with another gooey smile at her. Liv gets busy in the kitchen opening appliances and cabinets. Luca’s gaze slides off his girlfriend and onto Lio. “Did I hear you’re leaving town?” Lio pauses. Luca’s voice is low and it’s unlikely Livy can hear them. This must be on purpose.

“Uh… yeah probably by the end of the week.”

“Usually Liv would have brought that up by now, ya? In this stimulating dinner conversation we always have with you.” Lio tosses his hands to the side as if to say “your point?” Luca wipes his napkin across his hands then puts it beside his empty dinner plate. “I know you’re not bailing on town without telling her you’re leaving. You wouldn’t be that fucking stupid?”

“I just decided.” Lio rolls his eyes. How does Luca even know? It then dawns on Lio that he told the training staff that on his way out the door a few hours ago. “I’ll tell her.” Lio waves Luca’s murderous gaze off.

“Good. You wanna skip town on your parents? Cool. That’s your business. But when it comes to Liv, it’s my business.”

“Okay, Timo.” Lio mocks, taking a long pull from his beer. He leans back in his dining room chair.

“I’ve wanted to rock your shit all summer, man. Don’t give me a reason.” The last part is clearly a threat. But Liv comes rushing back to the table with the pie in her hands.

“Ta-da!” She exclaims, putting it into the center.

“Baby, that is stunning! Look at the lattice work on that.”

“I know! So good for my first time!” She claps excitedly, wiggling back to the kitchen. “Do you want ice cream?”

“Of course, I do.” Luca pats his stomach. “Lio does too.”

Lio watches quietly as Liv scoops up pie and ice cream for each of them. The pie is out of this world good and Lio immediately compliments Liv. Her entire face lights up as the boys devour not one but two slices.

“So what do you have going the rest of the month?” Lio asks, trying to figure out how to casually drop his early departure into the conversation.

“Um, not much. Just training for Luca and seeing people for me. Daddy wants me to golf with him every day, but I just can’t do it.” Lio gives a small smile. Normally, that would be his and Lio’s tee times. But then the realization of how much continues to fall on Liv’s shoulders from this family tension makes him feel like shit. “Luca and I had a vacation planned to Portugal this weekend, but…. I don’t know if we are going…”

“That sounds fun. You should go… I’m, uh, heading back to Jersey on Friday.”

Liv inhales heavily, holding her breath as her eyes rapidly search her brother’s face.

“What’s in Jersey?”

“My life.”

Liv exhales heavily.

“Yeah, but it’s so early…” Liv trails off again. “You never go back this early.”

“Yeah, well everything has kind of fallen apart since I got here. IT’s time for me to go.”

The instant sadness that washes over Liv’s face has Lio feeling like utter shit. No, he’s beyond shit. He’s in the fiery pits of hell between her face and Luca’s squinting glare at him. He’s the one who told Lio he had to tell her. Now look at what’s happening! Dinner is ruined.

Silence falls over the room without Liv trying to fill it this time. She rubs her thumb along the fork she had been using for her pie. Lio squeezes his beer bottle tightly in his hand, trying to think of words to say to her that would soothe some of that sadness. It’s not about her. He should tell her that. Instead, he says:

“I could stay another week.”

“No you don’t have to.” Liv sighs, putting her used fork on her plate, the pushing it away from her with half her slice left untouched. The piercing of Luca’s glare gets harder and more uncomfortable.

“No, uh, I’m gonna stay. I want to.” He offers. Liv shakes her head. For once in Lio’s life, he feels a strong urge to make his little sister feel better, so he blurts out. “I… maybe I can come with to Portugal.” Liv whips her head to him, excitement flooding over her face.

“Oh!!!!!!!” Her blue eyes dash between Luca and Lio. “We could do that! Oh my gosh! We haven’t been on vacation since what… I was in high school? Maybe?” Luca Fiala could disintegrate Lio on the spot with his look, but Liv beams back at her big brother like he just made her entire year.

Lio decides that is worth whatever ass chewing Luca will give him next.

With how Lio’s summer has gone, what’s one more bite out of his cheeks?

- - -

Portugal has been the best vacation Lio has ever invited himself on.

Not that he has done it often, but the fun he has actually had has been the highlight of his summer. They’ve ate well. They’ve lounged around on the beach and at the pool. They’ve sipped fancy cocktails and played volleyball on the beach. It’s been fun. And relaxing. Everything Lio had been needing once again provided to him mostly by his little sister.

He can’t believe how fast four days has gone. They all decided to extend their trip one more day and are spending their last dinner together at the resort they’ve been at since they arrived. It’s been magical. All the tension between the three of them has completely erased, left behind by casual, fun conversation and an ease Lio can’t remember feeling with Liv, ever.

It’s nice. He wants more of this with her.

Maybe he’ll go visit them for Allstar break this year. If he’s not playing in the game that is. If he is, maybe he’ll ask Livy to come to the events with him. She would like that. He could wine and dine her, buy her fancy dresses and accessories, really shower her with love in a way he’s never cared to do before. He hates that. He wishes that he had done all of this before it came across as an obligation.

But what Lio has recently discovered is that he can’t change the past. He has no control over what has happened. All he can do is navigate what will happen. And heal the parts of him that have been screaming to be acknowledged for decades.

No big deal, huh?

Lio brings his warm beer to his lips, downing the rest of it. Liv went to the bathroom and is stopped at the bar ordering the three of them another round. To Lio’s right, he can feel the annoyance and frustration rolling off Luca in waves as the bartender flirts with her. He’s been like a guard dog this whole trip which is ridiculous because Liv can hold her own in these situations and she’s probably getting them free drinks with the long lashes she keeps batting at the guy.

Lio stretches his legs out a bit more, then casually flicks his fingers in the direction of his little sister. “Simmer down there, big dog. She’s fine.”

Luca turns to him, squinting like he isn’t open to Lio’s feedback on how he monitors and guards Livia Meier. Lio tilts his sunglasses down his nose a bit so their eyes meet. “If everything is a threat, you really aren’t the big dog. Learn when you need to pounce.” Lio pushes his sunglasses back up, tilting his face towards the setting sun. “If you need a tutorial, watch my dad with my mom.”

Confusion and contemplation cover Luca’s face and he slowly turns back to look at Livy. She’s walking back balancing three glasses. Lio stands, coming to grab his beer from his little sister and thanking her.

“I got these for free.” She giggles, so proud of herself.

“I bet you did.” Lio grins, giving her a fist bump. Livy is gorgeous. There is no doubt about that, but it’s her sweet soul that makes men like a moth to a flame around her. Luca drapes his hand casually across Liv’s shoulders, kissing the one closest to him before relaxing his body back into his chair.

“I don’t want to leave.” Liv sighs after a sip of her drink. “Life has been so good here the last few days.”

“Yeah. Thank you for letting me crash. I’ve had fun.” He gives her a soft smile. Liv radiates pure joy back to him.

“I’m really glad, Lio.”

A warmth settles between the two siblings and Luca picks up on it.

“I’m gonna go stand in line for some shaved ice. You want some?”

“Mhm. Mango.” She puckers her lips at him. He deposits a kiss, then wanders off towards the ridiculously long line.

When he is gone, the silence takes over. The two spend a few moment people watching together until Liv speaks.

“Are you going back next week?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you gonna tell mom and dad? The twins?”

“Probably not, but Livy you also don’t have to. That’s not your job. You don’t need to take care of me or them or try to mend this with our family. I did this. I’ll be responsible for putting the pieces back together.”

Something flashes across his little sister’s face. Apprehension. Guilt. Sadness. Lio isn’t sure. If they knew each other better, if he knew her better, he would know. But he doesn’t. And like everything else Lio has been learning these last few weeks, that’s on him.

“Can I tell you something?”

Fucking shoot me now, Lio groans internally.

“Sure.”

“When you go home, you should… give Lucie some space.” Lio was not expecting that. Liv turns, looking back out at the darkened blue water. Her bottom lip tucks into her mouth for a moment before she continues. “She needs it.” A sigh drops her slim shoulders. “I think if it were just her, this would be passed. But Connor is… very upset.”

“I don’t get that.” Lio tosses his hand in the air. “It’s not like anything happened to Stella. Lucie made her choice. I was just there, okay?”

“You really don’t know anything huh?” Liv chuckles. It’s sad, almost pitiful. Lio closes his eyes, trying to keep his simmering temper controlled. “It’s not about Stella. It’s about you and him. In his eyes, you’re his brother. And what you told him that night was that you would pick Lucie, even when it hurts him.” Lio rolls his eyes.

“Why does it always come back to this shit?” He flicks the question off his fingers.

“Maybe you should be asking yourself that.”

“I know that Luc and I are… a little co-dependent.” Lio shrugs. Whoa, where did that come from?

“You think?”

“Fuck, Livy. Can you cut me some slack here? I’ve got like two and a half decades of repression and trauma to work through. I’m not gonna figure it all out in one beach getaway.”

“Sorry.” Liv sighs. Lio closes his eyes immediately, scrubbing at his face.

“No, I’m sorry. You don’t deserve my anger. It’s not at you.”

“I know. You’re going through a lot.”

“Yeah. And you’re the only one who didn’t leave. I really haven’t deserved that loyalty from you. It’s not like I’ve been a good brother to you.”

“Probably could have been better.” Liv smiles sadly. But then she shakes her head slowly. “I don’t agree with what mom and dad did. They fucked you up, Lee. That’s their shame, not yours. I hope one day you figure out how to put that down.” Lio’s eyes start to burn. No one has ever said that to him. “I know they love you. They love all of us and they did the best that they could with the circumstances of what happened. But it wasn’t the right call. Now, we’re all living the consequences of that choice.”

“I was really mean to mom.” Lio hears himself stutter out. His cheeks are suddenly wet. “I shouldn’t be living anymore. I can’t believe dad didn’t take me off this Earth with what I said to her.” He looks down at his bitten down nails. “I don’t know how I’m going to fix that. What would I even say to her? To Lucie too?”

“Time has a way of bringing the answers we are looking for. You should take some of it. Figure out where you want this all to go. Not just with mom and dad, but with Lucie… and Connor.. and Savannah…” Hearing her name rips through Lio, making a heavy exhale drop his chest. Lio starts to laugh maniacally, incredulously…. Brokenly.

“Wow, I’ve fucked up with everyone, huh?”

“Maybe a bit.” Liv acknowledges. Then she reaches across the table to grab his hand. “But every single one of those people that we have been talking about loves you.” She bites her bottom lip. “Now it’s time for you to love you, Lio.”

Lio scoops his arms around his little sister and pulls her up into a standing hug. He wraps his arms tight around her, crushing her into his chest then forcing himself to ease off of her.

“I don’t know how I would have gotten through this summer without you. You’ve been the only thing keeping me afloat at times. I don’t know how to thank you for it. But I’m extremely grateful. I need you to know that before I leave. I wish I had better words.” Lio swallows hard at the tears he feels hitting his chest from Liv’s eyes. “I love you, Livy. I know I’ve been a shit brother to you for a lot of years, but… I’m going to do better. I promise.”

Liv slides a palm up and down her brother’s back. Lio can smell her flowery and light perfume mixing with the beach breeze. It makes him emotional. She reminds him so much of their mama right now and he can’t help but miss everything that he’s lost. It’s like he is grieving it all over again- the past, the relationships that are blown to bits, the time he’s lost out on with the choices he has made. Lio finds himself clinging to Livy again, to hold on through another moment that he would be disintegrating in without her right now. He shudders. Liv holds him tighter.

“It is going to be okay, Lio.” She whispers to him.

And because it’s his perfect little sister, who hasn’t lied to him a day in her life, Lio believes her.

He’ll cling to her words more in the coming months than Liv will ever know.

[wavypotatochips]

and for the mbappe recognition, can I request kylian's brother ethan feeling upset bc of how media pressures him to be like his older brother but he doesn't want to worry his family so he keeps it a secret, for some reason he feels like he can open up to kylian's gf and she gives him a pep talk saying he's gonna make his own legacy and accidentally kylian overhears it and feels so happy his little brother trusts her and how nice she is to him that he falls in love with her even more. u can give it ur own spin, this is just an idea, thank u in advance 💓

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: SLAAAAAY MORE MBAPPE RECOGNITION!!! Of course I don't mind writing about anyone, but more Neymar and Mbappe please c; teehee Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

Kylian asked you earlier in the day if you would mind picking up his younger brother from futebal practice because he wouldn't be able to, and of course you didn't mind. When it was time to pick him up from futebal practice, you did so and brought him home. Considering how much Ethan loved to stay to himself, you did not give his abnormally quiet conduct much attention, but you could still sense something was off. Ethan is currently in the living room scrolling through his phone as you are currently preparing dinner.

Ethan fiddles with his hair as he lets out another sigh seeing a sports channel talk about his performances and comparing him to his brother once more. Ethan is proud of his brother and will always be his number 1 supporter, but he hates how he always gets compared to Kylian. He especially hates when grown men on the sports channel talk about how he isn't good and he would never be like his brother. He tries his hardest to ignore the harsh criticism, but when you constantly hear about it- it tends to build up until you cannot take it anymore. This has been going on for a while now, and the one time he tried to talk to one of his teammates who he considered a best friend, he told him to just ‘try and brush it off’ as the media will always be negative. Well, he tried to listen to his best friend but as a 16 year old, it's not surprising that it can not simply be ignored when it feels as if the public only likes you because they think they have the potential to see your brother. He felt as if when people look at him, all they think about is Kylian Mbappe, not Ethan Mbappe. He begins to contemplate if he should talk to you or not because he does not want to worry you, but he knew you were someone he could rely on. You and his brother have been dating for 3 years now, and anytime there was a minor convince- you always helped him no matter what. He shuts off his phone, deciding it is best to talk to you and begins to make his way into the kitchen.

You were preparing dinner as he was debating what to do. You put on some music and begin to prep your ingredients, carefully chopping and measuring everything. The kitchen smells amazing as you sauté garlic and onions in olive oil, adding in diced tomatoes and a sprinkle of spices.

Next, you start on the main course. You're making grilled chicken marinated in a savory mixture of soy sauce, honey, and ginger. You pat the chicken dry and place it on the grill, watching as it sizzles and cooks to perfection. While the chicken is cooking, you start on the side dish. You're making roasted sweet potatoes with a hint of cinnamon and brown sugar. You slice the sweet potatoes into thin rounds, toss them in a mixture of spices and oil, and place them in the oven to bake.

You can hear Ethan's footsteps when he enters the kitchen, indicating that the music was not played at an excessive volume. "It smells nice," he says as he takes a seat on the bar stool. You smile hearing his compliment, "I'm making chicken and roasted potatoes with asparagus for us!  Although your brother is supposed to arrive home later than expected, I don't think we should go hungry until then, am I right?," you chuckle. He scratches the side of his head and nods in agreement before saying, "Hey ummm... Can we talk for a moment, Y/N.... ,"  he murmurs the final phrase, "There's been something that just has been bothering me." 

 "Of course," you say, sensing that he wants to open up to you about something personal. 

 "It's just that...I feel like I'm always being compared to Kylian, you know? Everyone's always asking me if I'm going to be as good as him or just the media constantly nagging my every move. If I mess up just once I just get so much hate, and it's like...I don't know if I can live up to that."

 You nod sympathetically. "I can imagine that's a lot of pressure. But you don't have to be Kylian, you know? You can be your own player." 

"But that's the thing," Ethan says, looking frustrated. "I want to be my own player, but it feels like everyone's always talking about how I compare to him. Even I do it to myself sometimes."

 "Well, you're not alone," you say, trying to reassure him. "Lots of people compare themselves to others, but it's not always a helpful way to think. You're talented in your own right, and you don't have to measure up to anyone else's standards.” 

Ethan seems to relax a little, nodding along. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But it's hard not to think about it when it's all people ever talk about."

"I get that," you say as you walk over to grab two plates from the counter. "But you should focus on your own progress and improvement, not what other people think or say.  And even though you're young, you have such a huge opportunity to keep on learning and growing as a player. You have so much potential and you're constantly improving."

"But I keep making mistakes," he says with a sigh as he watches you beginning to prep the plates.

"Mistakes are a part of learning.You're going to make mistakes, but that doesn't mean you're not good enough. It means you're growing and learning. You have so much potential, and I believe in you. Just keep practicing, keep pushing yourself, and don't worry about what anyone else thinks or says. You're doing great." You speak while you put food on both plates, along with a fork and a knife, on each plate. 

 He stays quiet for a moment as he takes in the words that you tell him. A small smile appears on his face, seeming to feel a little better. "Thanks. I guess I just need to work harder."

You take both plates and set them both on the kitchen island, moving one over to Ethan as you explain, "You don't need to work harder, you just need to believe in yourself."

"And if you're really upset about it, you can always talk to Kylian about it," you say as you start chopping the roasted chicken into smaller pieces. " We both know how unfavorable the media can be toward him, and I am not a futebol star like you, so my advice may not be the greatest."

Ethan looks thoughtful. "Yeah, I guess I could talk to him about it. Thanks for listening, though. I feel like I can trust you.” He takes a bite of the asparagus.

 "Of course I'm always here if you need to talk! And even though I'm not the best futebol player, if you ever need someone to talk to or to practice with, I'm here for you. I mean who knows, maybe I'll just cross you up." You both laugh, knowing that you could definitely not do that.

When you two were eating the delicious supper you had prepared, neither of you realized that Kylian had arrived home earlier than intended and had heard all you said.

Kylian quietly opens the front door of his house and makes his way to the kitchen. As he approaches, he can hear the sound of your voice, and his younger brother's voice responding. Curiosity piqued, he peeks around the corner and sees you sitting with his brother, giving him some advice and offering some kind words. He doesn't want to interrupt, so he decides to listen in. As he hears you speak, he can't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for you. You have always been a kind and caring person, but to see you taking the time to give his brother such motivational words is truly inspiring. Kylian takes a step back and leans against the wall, listening in to the conversation. He hears you tell his brother that he's capable of anything he sets his mind to, that he has so much potential, and that he doesn't need to compare himself to anyone else. Kylian can see the look of appreciation on his brother's face, and he can feel his own love for you grow even stronger. He thinks about how lucky he is to have you in his life, and how grateful he is for all the times you have encouraged him and supported him. He thinks about how you have always been there for him, through thick and thin, and how you always believed in him even when he didn't believe in himself.

In that moment, Kylian knows that he's found someone truly special, someone who brings out the best in him and in those around her. He knows that he'll always be grateful for your love and support, and he can't wait to see where your journey together will take you two.

[faytelumos]

Rescue

I have absolutely no idea why I hadn't planned on posting this.

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Hero closed the fridge door again, empty-handed. Their options were meager and time-consuming, and they didn't have the energy tonight.

They limped to the cupboard and opened it, their eyes falling to the crackers. They pulled out the box, and it felt like they were on their last sleeve. They… could probably hold off. It was late enough by now they could just go to bed. They could save the crackers for breakfast. If they combined it with a coffee, they could probably make it through to the afternoon.

They set the crackers back in the cabinet and closed the door. They flicked off the lights as they hobbled past, keeping a hand along the wall for stability and guidance. Their stomach growled despondently, and they limped into their room. Falling into bed was a relief, and they were exhausted enough to fall asleep within half an hour.

Their front door opened.

Hero flinched awake, heart pounding, ears straining. Was it a dream? Were they imagining—

Someone was moving in their living room. In their kitchen.

Hero slowly got out of bed, trembling, breathing hard. They strained, avoiding putting their weight on their bad leg, and did their best to sneak to the door. They turned the handle carefully as the intruder opened their fridge. Ha, were they only here to steal groceries? Then they came to the wrong apartment.

The light was on in the kitchen. Hero braced a hand on the door, moving slowly, deliberately. Closer, quietly, so they could see the open fridge door—

Villain turned away from the fridge, grabbed a jug of milk off of the floor, and turned to put it in the fridge.

Hero stared as Villain packed eggs and ground beef and a head of lettuce and a bunch of carrots into the fridge. They looked to the front door, which was again closed, to the doorframe that looked perfectly intact. They looked to the grocery bags, to the meat and vegetables on the counter, next to the stove.

"Are you going to keep hiding like a shadow?" Villain asked, closing the fridge and putting away pasta and rice and condiments. Hero hesitated before limping into the light.

"What are you doing here?" Hero said lowly. They tried their best to stand upright, to be threatening. If the organization knew they'd let Villain into their home, there'd be hell to pay.

Villain paused, then looked over their shoulder at Hero.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" They shook their head, turning back to the cupboards. "Get off that ankle." Hero bristled.

"Get out of my house," they threatened. Villain wiggled their fingers and ooed mockingly.

"Oh, my, I'd better not cross the starving, injured, sleep-deprived Hero." They packed away a loaf of bread. "I'd be in for a real thrashing."

"I mean it!"

Villain closed the cabinet door sharply, looking directly at Hero. Hero flinched at the sharp sound and movement.

"Sit. Down."

"Make me," Hero whispered. They knew they weren't good for a fight right now, but if they didn't try—

Villain marched straight for them. Hero took up a modified stance, keeping their weight off of their bad leg, and when Villain got to them they struck. Villain deflected the blow with ease and then grabbed Hero sharply by the ear.

"Ow! Ow!"

"Shut up."

Villain pushed them back into a chair, then went for the stove. They turned on the heat and drizzled some oil Hero didn't own into a pan. Hero watched, a little mesmerized, as Villain started cutting up an onion. They did something weird, not cutting it all the way through on one side, and they didn't so much as sniffle as they chopped it up into little pieces. Then they dumped it into the pan, and Hero listened to it sizzle as Villain got started on a tomato.

"What are you doing?" Hero asked again. Villain barely spared a look over their shoulder.

"I'm making you something to eat." Hero blinked, breathing deeper around the tension in their chest.

"W-why?" Villain dumped the diced tomato into the pan next, then grabbed some spices Hero had never seen before.

"Because you can't heal a sprained ankle on crackers and soda."

Hero looked down at the tabletop. Why was Villain doing this? Was this a ploy? It had to be a trick; they wanted something. If Hero ate this, they'd owe Villain.

"Whatever it is you want me to do, I won't," they rasped.

"You mean eat a proper fucking meal?" Villain said smartly without turning. They stirred the veggies Oh, jeez, it already smelled great.

"This is a trick," Hero whispered.

"The only trick is getting the horse to drink water," Villain replied. Hero's stomach growled loudly at that moment. There was barely anything in the pan and it already smelled amazing.

"I, you can't fool me," Hero tried weakly. "I'm, you can't just buy me with food." Villain laughed, throwing their head back slightly as they did.

"Oh, baby," Villain chuckled, looking to Hero in the weak light, "even if you were right, you'd be wrong." They just kept chuckling, and Hero watched as they opened up a package of ground beef.

Hero watched, once again hypnotized by the sight of Villain's cooking. They added in the meat and continued to stir intermittently, adding more spices and smelling the pan along the way. The kitchen was soon full of the warm, mouth-watering scent of it, and Hero's stomach growled desperately.

There was a catch. There had to be a catch. Six hours ago, Villain was dancing around Hero like they were a mere pest. The fight had been over almost before it started, and Villain had walked all over them. And now they were here, in the middle of the night, chopping cilantro on their counter.

But, God, it smelled so good. And Hero was so hungry. When was the last time they'd had a proper meal? With more than two food groups?

"What do you want?" Hero rasped. "For the food?"

"I want you to stop asking me stupid questions." Hero shut their mouth, watching the quick way Villain roughly cut the greens. They were more precise with the lettuce next, and then they stirred the pan again before producing taco shells and warming them in the steam from the meat. A moment later, they opened a bag of shredded cheese.

Hero sat silently as Villain flicked off the heat and scooped the meat into the shells. They sprinkled on some cheese and cilantro and a more generous amount of lettuce, producing four tacos in quick succession. They set them down, dug a plate out from a cupboard, and then Hero was looking at four hot, loaded tacos right in front of them.

They didn't spare another thought to the cost, lifting up the first carefully. They took a bite, mindful of the loose way it was all packed.

It was amazing. Warm and just barely spicy and crisp and soft and crunchy and —

Hero took another bite, and another. They were halfway into the second when Villain sat down before them.

"At least someone appreciates my cooking," Villain grumbled. Hero slowed down, the reality coming back to them now. They swallowed what they had and put the taco back down, and Villain's sharp eyes snapped to their face. "If you ask me one more time what I want from you, I'm going to strangle you," they growled.

Hero snapped their mouth shut again.

"I don't want anything from you," Villain growled. "You need someone to take care of you. Because the people who employ you clearly don't." Hero frowned.

"They're good to me."

"Then why did they let you fight me on a sprained ankle?" Hero opened their mouth to mention the shortage of heroes lately. "Why do they continue to postpone your weigh-ins?" Hero faltered. How did Villain even know about that? "Why do they pay you in peanuts?" Hero gritted their teeth. "Why don't they send someone to check on you? To make sure you're okay? Why don't they have you in therapy?"

Hero looked down, their vision. They didn't know how to ask for a raise. And they'd called to see a therapist so many times. But nobody cared. Nobody ever took the time to care.

Hero sniffled, reaching up and covering their face. Villain shifted, and then Hero was being pulled into a tight hug.

"You're worth more than this," Villain hissed, their arms wrapped around Hero's head. "You don't deserve this. I can see it wearing you down."

Hero gritted their teeth, fighting the tears, but their throat was beyond sore now, and they sniffed and shook in Villain's tight hold.

"All I want," Villain rumbled, "is for you to get what you deserve. Because it's not those shit stains at the organization."

Hero whimpered softly, losing the fight with their tears. Villain let go and knelt down, and they wiped away Hero's tears with both hands as Hero sat and shook and sniffled pathetically. Villain looked over their face, hands on their cheeks, and Hero closed their eyes as Villain leaned in, kissing their forehead firmly.

"I meant it when I said I'm not fighting you anymore," Villain said against their skin. "I can't keep facing someone who doesn't deserve my wrath." They kissed Hero again, firmer this time, and Hero put their hands over Villain's. Villain pulled back, wiping at another tear. "Now eat your damned food," they whispered.

Hero nodded, sniffing, and slowly turned to their plate again. They continued to eat through the threat of tears, sniffing and struggling to swallow past the lump in their throat.

It was the best food they'd ever had.

[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."

[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.”

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Conversations With Peter Parker

Kitchen Conversations (continued, page 3)

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

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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...)