#YES BABE please do bake off now PLEASE

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Class 1A boys being called pretty──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA + fem!reader

Established ! Relationships

Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!

IZUKU~

“Hey pretty boy!” “Erm no. I prefer…handsome” “speak up!” “I said I prefer to be called handsome.” He grumbles “Well pretty Boy rolls off the tongue better so I’m sticking to it. Now get to class, pretty boy~” “but- I..- fine…thanks for the compliment…” he walks away mopey but flustered by the compliment. Later he says how he doesn’t mind you calling him that, but he’s stubborn so he mumbles while explaining that he doesn’t mind

KATSUKI~

“How’s your day pretty boy?” You sneak up in hun so he didn’t realize it was you “WHO SAID THAT? IM GUNNA K- oh” he turns around to see you with an unimpressed look “sorry…was that you who called me that?” “Uh yeah…?” “Hm. Whatever, I GUESS it’s fine.” Later he asks you to call him pretty again while cuddling after school but shhh don’t tell anyone-

SHOTO~

“Hey babe!” He was currently sitting in the lunch room alone waiting for you “hi y/n…” “youre looking very pretty today~ you almost sparkle” you joke “I sparkle? Is there glitter on me?” “No…it’s a joke. But you do look pretty!” “Oh…thank you love…” he whispers that last part since he’s somewhat caught off guard, he never really thought someone would call him attractive let alone pretty

TENYA~

Rarely do you see him without glasses so when he took them off to clean them you had to say something. “You’re really pretty…” “hm?” “You. You’re really pretty” his jaw drops along with his glasses. He picks them up and puts them back on before turning away from you to calm down “why would y/n say that, is it just because I’m her boyfriend or is it genuine?” He whispered “I can hear you pretty boy!” “AGH!”

EIJIROU~

“You’re kinda pretty…” You say holding your cheek “what?” “You’re kinda pretty.” “What no really…?” “Yeah really~” “ah jeez…thanks y/n…” it really made him feel better, like REALLY he wouldn’t leave you alone for the rest of the week. Through out the day you could hear him say “do it again!” “Please!!!” “Just call me pretty one more time?” But not in front of anyone! He can’t be caught being soft even though it’s obvious

DENKI~

“How was class pretty boy?” He just sits there with a dumb look at he thinks for a second “what?!” “How was your class?” “NO! The other thing.” “Pretty boy?” “Huehehehe yeah” he sits there biting his lip looking dumb “ok I’m never calling you that again.” “NO that’s NOT fair!” “Then stop being stupid.”

SERO~

“Aw Man cant You Call me anything else? Maybe dashing or something?” “Aw whyy? You don’t like being called pretty?” “Well…not in front of everyone, no.” He whispers “but I guess it’s ok…please call me that in private later…” “don’t worry I will!”

TOKOYAMI~

“You’re honestly kinda pretty…never really thought about it but you’re really majestic” he blinks a few times before responding “I literally have a bird head how is that pretty?” “Birds are really pretty…don’t you think?” You say softly “Uhm…yes some bird are very beautiful” you flash a smile “exactly” he closes his eyes and crosses his arms, once you look away he smiles

AOYAMA~

Dude he loves it?! “Hey pretty boy” “well I am quiet pretty aren’t I?” He winks “just take the compliment.” He pouts “fine…just say it again” “ugh…you’re very pretty..and sparkly” “you are the love of my life~!” He says with actual tears in his eyes

OJIRO~

“Why pretty?” “Why not?” “i guess you have a point” you nod, he starts to fiddle with his tail before speaking “you really think I’m attractive? Let alone pretty?” You scoff “hell yeah!” “Wow…thanks!” He hugs his tail with a dumb smile

SATO~

“You look reallyyy pretty when you’re focused on baking!” He looks away from the counter and over to you “what?” “You look pretty Sato!” He inhaled and gives you a wiggly smile “thanks y/n! I’ll make you some cookies too…” he says almost shyly

SHOJI~

He was changing his mask infront of you and you decided to speak up “you know all those scars look really pretty on you” “…w-what?” “You look pretty! With and without your mask” “uhm well..I uh- you know…thank you.” He lets his head fall in embarrassment, but also feeling confident after what you said. “Even prettier when you blush” “STOP”

KOJI~

“Hey pretty boy!” “*squeals*” end of story.

Jk; “hey pretty boy!” He looks over at you, before covering his face with his hands, letting out a whiny “stop,stop,stop…” “haha! I’m just trying to compliment you! You deserve it?” “*squealing noises* stop…” “why?” “He peaks his eye out of his hands “because…I can’t handle it…”

Hi….this ain’t proof read😋

[ellecdc]

Hiyaa, I’m back again for another seer!reader😋

This one’s connected to the other seer!reader, I was thinking, what if mini padfoot inherits his mother’s abilities? Although he still can’t differentiate the line between his visions and dreams since he is really young. So what happened was he dreamt that a wolf was running after him and his baby sibling and he got so scared that he told his parents, then at the end they all figured out it was just a harmless dream?? Yes, angst with a happy ending please😚

Have a great day babes!🩷✨

mini-padfoot stoppppp I love them

poly!marauders x Seer!reader whose son inherits her gift of Sight

CW: hurt/comfort, fluff, Remus spiralling, continuation of this fic

If you had told Remus at any point in his life that he would one day be a doting stay-at-home-father of not one but two children, he would have called you barmy and maybe suggested you be admitted into the Janus Thickey ward at St. Mungo’s.

But alas, here he was, currently baking in his kitchen whilst his two children napped as he waited for his partners to return home from their various jobs.

And he loved it. 

As if perfect timing, Remus had just slid a sheet of biscuits into the oven and set a quick timer when he heard his oldest starting to cry. 

“I’m coming, cariad.” He called out as he wiped the flour off his jumper and pushed the door open to his son’s room, hoping to calm the crying before he managed to wake his younger sibling. 

“Da!” Leo sobbed, holding his little arms out to Remus. Remus quickly bent down and scooped the toddler up into his arms and began shushing him and bouncing back and forth.

“You’re okay, m’love. Da’s right here.” He murmured into his head of curly black hair. 

Though Remus knew toddlers and babies often cried as they woke up, Leo seemed to be particularly distressed after today’s nap. 

“Hey, hey cariad; what’s the problem, hm? What’s the matter?” Remus cooed as he pulled his son away from his body to examine his face. 

Remus’ heart lurched as he watched the little black-haired, grey-eyed bub rub at his eyes with pudgy fists; lip jutting out as he took in shuddering breaths.

“Saw bad.” He pouted miserably. 

Remus’ heart lurched once again for the poor mini-padfoot who was plagued with his mummy’s gift of Sight. 

“Did you have a bad dream?” Remus asked cautiously. 

After many discussions that Sirius, James, and Remus had with you, they decided it was best to have Leo describe any potential Sights as dreams until he was old enough to be able to cope with potentially unsettling Sights; there was no use in your child stressing over things he could not control or even properly understand yet.

“Yeah.” The boy cried again.

“What was the dream about, my love?”

“Bad wolf.”

Remus felt his blood run ice cold as he stared at his son in horror.

A Bad Wolf.

“What did the bad wolf do, cariad?”

Leo let out a pitiful sniffle as his big eyes stared up imploringly at his father. “He was chasing us, me and my baby sister. I had to carry her but she wouldn’t stop crying and the wolf kept chasing us. He was growling and drooly and just very scary.” He explained, the end of his sentence punctuated with another sob.

Remus’ body seemed to move in autopilot as he pulled the child back into his chest and began rocking him back and forth, murmuring soft encouragements of ‘your safe now’, ‘da’s got you’, and ‘there’s nothing to be afraid of’ even though Remus himself was terrified. 

It was him.

He was The Wolf. 

He was chasing them…hunting them; his own children.

He should have known; he should have known better.

He was a monster through and through and he had no right to endanger the lives of these two innocent babes.

He felt sick and twisted even holding Sirius’ doppelganger in his arms like he had any right to tell him it was all okay and he was safe now. As if he wasn’t currently cradled in the arms of the monster he so feared. 

Remus moved the child to the living room where he popped on a video of Winnie the Pooh or some other children’s cartoon on the muggle telly for him and handed him a small cup of apple slices.

He stood in the corner of the room - the closest he’d allow himself to Leo - chewing at his cuticles until James walked in the door.

“Daddy!” Leo shrieked excitedly as he abandoned the remaining apple slices in favour of launching himself at his father. 

“Hey lovebug!” James cheered back, swinging the toddler back and forth in his arms before putting him back down and letting him race back off to his shows.

“‘Lo Moons! How was- is…is everything okay?” James started, but paused as he noticed Remus’ tense body language. 

“Can you please watch them?” Remus whispered, referring to the one child sitting in front of the telly and the other still sound asleep within her bassinet. 

“Of course.” James started, sounding like he was ready to ask Remus what was going on, but Remus never gave him the chance.

Remus swiftly moved down the hall and closed himself into their bedroom where he let out his own sob that had been stuck in the back of his throat. 

The house smelled heavenly, alerting you to the fact that Remus had been playing around in the kitchen again. You’d been coming home to some of the most delectable pastries and breads that Remus always found some fault in - they were too dense, too flaky, not risen enough etc etc - but they never failed to make your mouth water each and every time.

The pleased smile that had taken over your face as you entered your home quickly vanished when you entered the living room to a tension you weren’t accustomed to in your own home. 

Sirius was standing with the youngest of your two children cradled in his arms as he and James murmured solemnly back and forth, and your oldest watched cartoons completely unaware of any stress colouring the atmosphere around him. 

“Hey you guys.” You offered cautiously, causing Leo to jump up to greet you.

“Hi mummy!” He shrieked, causing your daughter to stir unhappily in his papa’s arms. 

“Where’s Da, pumpkin?” You asked him as he wiggled out of your grasp, clearly eager to return to his shows.

“In bed.” He responded simply, causing you to look at your husbands bemusedly. 

Sirius and James exchanged a glance as James moved over to you. “He’s in the bedroom. He seemed very upset when I got home and all he told me was ‘Leo Saw something’.”

You let out a sigh as you looked over at your son, feeling horribly guilty that he was plagued by the same ‘gift’ that you were. You could remember some of your earliest sights at perhaps only slightly older than he currently was, and how upsetting not only the Sights could be, but how upsetting it could be when they happened to come true.

But, you also knew that at his age, what Remus described as a Sight could easily have been a simple dream.

You made your way down the hallway towards your bedroom, pausing to knock gently twice before letting yourself in.

Remus was sitting hunched over on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands with his back facing you.

You aren’t sure when the last time you saw him look so dejected was, but it caused a horrible lump in your throat nonetheless. 

“Moony, love?” You called quietly, moving slowly around the bed in order to stand in front of him.

He never looked up at you, but a sob escaped him at your words.

“Baby.” You cooed as you knelt; placing your hands on either side of his knee and trying to rub circles with your thumbs in an attempt to get him to look at you. “What happened, my love?”

Through quiet sobs, you managed to catch “He’s scared of me. I’m going to kill him.” 

“Remus.” You said more seriously. “That’s impossible.”

“He saw the Wolf, Y/N.” Remus responded emphatically, pulling his hands away from his face to expose his reddened and swollen eyes and cheeks. “It…it was - I was chasing him, and he was carrying our sweet-” He cut himself off with a hiccup and tried to cover his face again, but you caught his hands and brought them to your cheeks instead. 

“He was trying to protect his little sister, and the Wolf was hunting them. I was hunting them.”

“No Remus.” You argued, but Remus screwed his eyes shut as if your refusal to believe him caused him physical pain.

“Remus Lupin, you listen to me; you would never allow anything to happen to those kids. You love them more than anything in this world; I’ve never been more certain of their safety than when they’re with you.”

Remus didn’t seem completely convinced as he shook his head in disagreement, though he didn’t bother arguing with you. 

“And even if that wasn’t true.” You began, drawing your syllables out to encourage him to return his eyes to yours, which he did. “You have three of us here who also would never allow anything to happen to them. If you don’t trust yourself, don’t you trust us?”

Remus let out a defeated sigh as he rested his forehead against yours; his hands still stationed where you were holding them against your jaw as his thumbs gently rubbed near your cheekbones. 

“Besides,” You added quietly, nudging his nose gently with your own. “I’m a much better Seer than Leo; if anything were to happen to my children - I’d be the first to know.” 

Remus let out a quiet snort at that, causing you to smile. 

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day, my love.” You soothed; pulling your head back to press a kiss to his nose only for him to hold your head there and press a gentle kiss to your lips in response.

“It wasn’t a bad day.” He countered. “It was quite good, before he woke up from his nap terrified.”

You let out a sympathetic hum of acknowledgement and pressed another kiss to his lips. “It could have very well been a dream, baby.”

Remus sighed as if he knew that, but just couldn’t help being worried. You understood his dilemma. 

Before either of you could respond, a cautious knock was rapped against the door as James and Sirius both poked their heads in.

“Hey, Moony.” James started, sounding all kinds of guilty.

“So, Leo told us about his dream he had this afternoon.” Sirius continued, grimacing slightly at the admission. 

“Yeah! And, uhm, funny thing…that…” James soldiered on. “It turns out-”

“Red Riding Hood!” Leo squealed as he shoved his head between Sirius and James’ legs.

“What?” Remus asked in bemusement. 

“Well, we had a playdate over with the Lovegood’s yesterday, right? And Xenophilius read this muggle nursery rhyme to them-”

“James…” You groaned, leaning your forehead down on Remus’ knee as he rubbed his thumbs through the baby hairs on the back of your neck.

“Why don’t you tell them what happened next in your dream, bubs. After the wolf was chasing you?” Sirius encouraged.

“Me and sissy got away from the wolf because Mama showed up with two knights and they fought the wolf! And the knights were Daddy and Da, and then we all went and rescued Papa from an evil witch who locked him in a tower!” Leo explained excitedly. 

“Leo,” Remus chided jovially. “You didn’t tell me any of this when you woke up.”

“I forgot!” Leo said with a shrug before he went racing back off down the hallway. 

“Cheeky bastard.” You sighed quietly causing Sirius to bark a laugh. 

“Sure is; he is his father’s son, afterall.”

“I’m so sorry, Rem.” James offered guiltily. “I was just so excited to learn muggle nursery rhymes and stories; I never even made the connection of the Wolf.”

Remus shook his head at his husband in faux contempt as he turned to lean his head against yours once again. “I’m gonna kill him.”

You hummed as if in thought. “No you won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?” He asked with a smirk.

You smirked right back. “Because, I would have Seen it.”

“Fair enough.” He whispered back. 

“Right. So, now that we’re all good.” Sirius began. “Can we have those biscuits you made yet? They smell bloody brilliant.

“You can.” Remus replied. “None for Prongs.”

This earned him a bark of laughter from Sirius and a horrified squawk from James.

“Ha ha. You’re in the doghouse.” Sirius taunted James, turning to flee quickly when James turned to glare daggers at him.

You knew James had caught up to him when you heard an inelegant shriek from Sirius and Leo squealing in laughter at his fathers’ antics.

“I love them so much.” You mused aloud.

Remus breathed out a laugh through his nose. “Me too.”

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Since you're taking requests, could you please write Wade with a polite, sweet and delicate partners. He's with a person who's the definition of "Too pure for this world and MUST be PROTECTED at all cost" His partner showers him with love and validation, and always love to listen to him! Thanks! 💓

possibly based on real life events.

Wade Wilson is so in love, it must be sickening to everyone around him. 

In fact he knows it is and he does not care. He’ll say “look at this meme the love of my life sent me!” and the person who he shows will roll their eyes, as if you don’t have incredible taste in cat pictures. He’ll monologue constantly about how cute you are and how much he loves that scrunchy thing you do with your nose. He’s recited committed-to-memory facts about you so many times that his friends can parrot them too. 

“Yes, I know what their favourite film is, I know you took them to a special viewing of it for their birthday. It’s cute, Wade,” says Laura, patting him on the arm condescendingly. Well, it’s not his fault you’re so wonderful! There isn’t a single thing about you that’s not perfect. He’s constantly bowled over about just how much affection he can fit in his body for you. The other night he was going on about something stupid - he can’t even remember what now, maybe it was about the new Taco Bell menu? - and then realised you hadn’t interrupted him once to shut him up like most people would.

You’d looked over the top of your magazine at him when he’d pointed this out, brow cocked.

“Why would I want you to shut up? I like listening to you talk, Wade.”

Marry you. He’s going to marry you. Every day, then divorce you every day too so he can marry you again. 

You are probably too good for him. Most of his social circle thinks so. You’re patient and kind, when you’re not at your job - where you work at a charity adopting out senior animals, as if you could be any more of a fucking angel - you like to spend your time in his shitty little kitchen, baking desserts for him to get home to. He’ll find you getting Al to taste test for you and his apartment full of laughter and joy. 

Man, he’s definitely put on like, six pounds since the two of you started dating. He needs to be stronger in the face of your cupcakes. 

They are really fucking good though. 

He walks in that night with a plushie under his arm. It’s a cow. He remembers you mentioning offhand how cute you thought cows were, so he decided to grab the biggest one the toy store one the way home had just because he knows it’ll make you smile. You don’t need any more stuffed toys; you sleep with them all in the bed and they’re pushing him off the side at this point because of their sheer number but, well, he likes seeing you happy. 

And then he hears sobbing. 

“Sweetheart?” he asks, immediately panicked. Are you injured? Has someone come to hurt you - has he painted a target on your back because of his job? Bile fills his throat as he stumbles forward…

…and there you are, sitting in front of the TV, PlayStation controller in your lap as tears run down your face while the end of the game plays out. Wade has never felt such relief in his life, laughing as the ache of it is taken from his chest. You turn to him with wide, watery eyes. 

“Don’t you laugh at me, Wade Wilson!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But babe… are you crying at the end of Kingdom Hearts?”

“No!” you lie, trying to mop your face off with your sleeve. Then the music hits its crescendo from the crappy speakers and you start wailing all over again. 

He loves you. He’d kill a million billion people for you. It would take a hell of a long time but hey, one word and he’d do it. If anyone even lifted a finger to hurt you he’d execute them so thoroughly that every generation of their family would be wiped out of existence too. 

To put it in terms you’d approve of, he’d do anything for you. But he also knows you’d never ask him to. You’re just that wonderful. 

“… would it help if I got us take-out and you started playing the second one?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to confirm. 

“I could be in this fucking game, beat Donald Duck’s little feathery ass. Disney, make it happen.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it. Pizza or Chinese?”

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Milk & Honey | Lando Norris Instagram au

Lando Norris x fem! reader

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which Lando's girlfriend happens to be a baker (own a bakery too) and love snoopy?

author's note: Hiiii everyone. This is me trying my hand at smaus, and honestly? I had so much fun writing this sjshjs. Hopefully I'll be doing more of it in the future. Let me know what you all will like to see next, my requests are open. Thank you so much for reading<3

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❝ fuksumn, t. higgins. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: competition keeps things interesting in your relationship. but when tee looks that good all the time, maybe losing isn't such a bad thing.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: WHERE ARE THE TEE FICS YALL, did i spend 45 mins looking for a tee pic for the header? yes. why? mind your business, i do in fact have another tee fic i'm working on bc someone gotta write for him and i guess it will be me 🙂‍↕️ day two of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, intentional use of aave in dialogue, "just the tip" trope, pretty tame otherwise.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: tee higgins x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.9k.

"You know you not finna win that challenge," Tee teased, pausing his game to glance over at you. His fingers paused over the controller, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, not looking up from the laptop in your lap. "Oh, really?" You replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what makes you so sure?"

Tee leaned in closer, his tall frame stretching over the couch's arm. "C'mon, babe," he said, his voice low and playful. "Look at us right now. You stressed out with that paper, and I'm just chillin' here. Ain't nobody hornier than you when you stressed."

You couldn't help but laugh. "Is that your strategy?" You looked at him, your eyes sparkling. "To make me so stressed that I can't help but beg for it?"

Tee shrugged, his grin widening. "It's just science, baby. Stress turns into other things, if you know what I mean."

You playfully pushed his face away in an attempt to hide the racing of your heart. You couldn't deny that the tension between you two was growing thicker by the minute.

"Alright, Mr. Science," you said, closing your laptop with a dramatic sigh. "Let's say I'm the one to crack first, what do you want from me?"

Tee's eyes lit up with mischief. "Oh, I'm thinking something sweet," he said, setting his controller aside. "Maybe I'll get you to bake me that apple pie you been promising me for weeks."

You rolled your eyes again, but this time with a playful smile. "A whole pie just because I can't keep my hands off you?" You scoffed. "Try again, Tee."

Tee sat up, his movements deliberate and slow, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or maybe," he began, leaning in closer, "I could get you to wear that tiny ass dress I like so much."

You felt a shiver run down your spine, your cheeks flushing as you thought of the dress in question. It was a dark green dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, one that had driven Tee wild the last time you wore it. "What dress?" you said, playing coy. "The one that barely covers my ass?"

Tee nodded, his gaze lingering on your lips. "You know the one," he said, his voice a low rumble. "The one that makes me want to tear that ass up every time I see it on you. If I win, you gotta wear it without anything extra."

Your heart skipped a beat. The challenge was on, and you were already plotting your revenge. You leaned back into the couch cushions, crossing your arms over your chest. "Fine," you said, raising an eyebrow. "But if I win, you gotta clean the whole house. Spotless."

Tee laughed, the sound rich and warm. "You think that's gon’ be enough to make me crack?" He leaned closer, your bodies touching. "I'm telling you, I got more self-control than anyone you know."

Your eyes narrowed playfully. "Is that right?" you said, your voice a sultry whisper. "Let's see what you made of."

The days ticked by, and the flirty banter grew more intense. Every time you walked by Tee, you would brush your hand against his thigh, feeling the heat of his skin through his sweatpants. Tee would return the favor, placing a kiss to the edge of your jawline as he passed, making your skin tingle with anticipation. You both would catch each other's glances across the room, your eyes holding for a beat too long, before one of you would look away, trying not to crack first.

One evening, as you sat at the kitchen counter with your laptop, Tee came up behind you, his hands resting on the counter to close you in. He kissed your neck gently, his breath hot against your skin. You swallowed hard, your fingers trembling as you typed. "You're playing dirty," you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Just a little taste, baby," Tee said, his teeth grazing your ear. "C'mon, don’t tell me you ‘ont want it."

Your resolve wavered. You could feel his solid form pressing against you, and it was getting increasingly harder to resist. You knew he was enjoying every second of this game, watching you squirm. "Tee, I'm tryna focus," you said, your voice betraying the desire coursing through your veins.

"Mm-hmm," Tee murmured, his kisses moving down your neck, sending a shiver through you. "But you know you want it." His voice was a soft caress, his breath a whisper.

Your grip tightened on your laptop, the heat from his body enveloping you. "I'm not gonna be the one to break," you insisted, your voice wavering. You could feel the warmth of his crotch against your backside, the evidence of his desire unmistakable.

"You sure about that?" Tee challenged, his hands sliding around to cup your breasts. He gently squeezed, his thumbs swirling over the soft nipples hidden underneath your shirt. You bit your lower lip to stifle a moan, your eyes squeezing shut. The sensation was almost too much to handle, your body begging for more.

"Tee..." you warned, your voice thick with need. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, your resolve slipping away like sand through your fingers. He knew exactly where to touch, and how to make your body sing.

Tee chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Come on, baby," he coaxed, his voice a sweet symphony of temptation. "Just a little bit. Let me fuck you right." He leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across your face.

"Just the tip." You finally broke, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just to cool the tension."

Tee's smirk grew wider as he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Is that right?" He stepped closer, his jeans tenting with his own need. "You want me to give you just a lil’ taste?"

You nodded, your eyes half-lidded with desire. "Just the tip," you repeated, your voice strained. "That's all."

Tee's hand trailed down your stomach, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your jeans. He slid them down just enough to expose the top of your panties. His own breathing grew heavier as he leaned in, his mouth so close to yours. "Just the tip, then," he whispered, his hot breath fanning your face.

With a swift motion, he pushed aside the material of your underwear and found your wetness with his fingertips. You gasped, your eyes snapping open to meet his. "This pussy's always so wet for me," he murmured with a hint of surprise in his voice. He slipped one finger inside, just a little, watching your reaction closely.

"No fair," you panted, your eyes fluttering shut again as Tee's finger slid in and out of you, teasing you with every stroke. You could feel the tension in your body coiling tighter with every passing second.

"Couch." You almost demanded, your voice trembling with the effort of holding back. Tee chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through your body as he stepped back, allowing you to get up. Your legs felt wobbly, but you managed to make your way over to the couch.

As you lay down, your heart racing, Tee followed, his movements more predatory than ever. He hovered above you, his eyes dark with desire, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. He slid off your jeans completely, leaving you in just your panties and shirt.

Your breath hitched as Tee slid in, just the tip as promised. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through your core. You bit your lip to keep from moaning too loudly, your eyes locked onto him as he began to move. The friction was maddening, so close to what you really wanted but not quite enough to satisfy.

"Tee," you whimpered, your body arching up to meet his.

He smirked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of challenge and lust. "You sure about this?" He whispered, his voice thick with his own desire.

You hesitated, your eyes searching Tee's. The tension in the room was suffocating, the air heavy with need. You could feel your resolve slipping, the desire to give in to the challenge overwhelming. "A little more," you breathed, your voice barely audible.

Tee's smirk grew as he pushed in a little further, his movements deliberate and slow. Your eyes rolled back in your head, a soft moan escaping your lips. The feeling was a delicious temptation, but it was also torture, a sweet agony that made you want to scream. "That's it, baby," Tee murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "Take it."

Your nails dug into the couch cushions as Tee began to move faster, his hips rolling in a rhythm that was just shy of satisfying. You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure growing with every stroke. "Come on, baby," he coaxed, his voice a seductive purr. "You know you want more."

Your eyes remained locked as he slid in deeper, his thickness filling you just enough to make your toes curl. Your breath came in shallow gasps, your body begging for release. "Fuck," you groaned, your resolve crumbling. "Okay, okay... more."

With a grin of victory, Tee leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as he pushed all the way in, your moan muffled by his lips. You moved together, your bodies in perfect harmony, the challenge forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Your hands roamed underneath his shirt and up his back, your nails digging into his skin, urging him to go deeper, faster. Tee complied, his strokes becoming more intense, each one pushing you closer to the edge. Your kiss grew more frantic, your breaths mingling as your tongues danced together.

The room was filled with the sound of your muffled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in tight, your body writhing beneath him as he claimed you. You were both lost in the moment, the challenge nothing but a distant memory.

Tee's hand slipped under your shirt, his thumb brushing against your nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. You arched up, pushing your chest into his hand, your breath coming in ragged pants. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

"Tee," you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair as he worked his magic. His teeth grazed your earlobe, sending an electric shock to your core. "I'm gonna come, baby," you panted, your voice trembling.

"Not yet," he murmured, his voice thick with his own desire. He pulled out almost entirely, leaving just the tip of his dick teasing you.

Your eyes flew open, your pupils dilated with passion. "Tee, you can't do this to me," you pleaded, your voice a desperate whine.

He chuckled against your neck, the vibrations sending another tremor through you. "But I can," he said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "And I will."

With every ounce of willpower you had, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, one of your hands curling around the right side of his jaw. "Please, baby," you begged, your voice a breathy whisper. "I can't take it. You win."

Tee's eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in closer, his voice a low purr. "Are you giving in so soon?" He began to pull out completely, the tip of his dick slipping from your warmth.

Your eyes snapped open, your body taut with need. "Yes, Tee," you huffed, your pride wounded. "I'll wear that damn dress for you, just..."

You gasped as he slammed back into you, his dick filling you up completely. "Just don't stop," you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea as you fell back onto the couch.

Tee chuckled, the sound sending waves of pleasure through you. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a rough kiss as he began to move again, his strokes deep and deliberate. Your legs tightened around him, your hips rising to meet every thrust. The pressure in your core grew, the anticipation of release building like a crescendo.

Tee's hand found yours, your fingers lacing together as he picked up the pace. "You so beautiful when you get like this," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. The love in his gaze only added to the intensity of the moment. "All mine," he whispered, his voice a declaration.

You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, the love and desire in Tee's words fueling your own passion. "Yes, baby," you whispered back, your eyes filled with longing. "Always. All yours."

"Fuck, baby," you groaned, your nails digging into his back as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. His rhythm was unrelenting, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Your eyes squeezed shut, your breath coming in short gasps as you tried to hold on, not wanting the feeling to end.

"Oh, you're so tight," Tee whispered in your ear, his breath hot and ragged. He could feel you tightening around him, your body begging for release. "You gon’ come for me, baby." His words were a promise, a demand, and a question all rolled into one.

"Gonna come all over this couch, baby girl," Tee murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. "Make a mess just for me." He swiveled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you panting and whimpering his name.

You could feel the orgasm building, a pressure that was almost painful in its intensity. "Tee, I can't," you gasped, your head shaking from side to side as another moan ripped through you. "Baby, it's too much."

"Nah, baby girl," Tee whispered, his eyes locked with yours. "You gotta take this dick, baby. Take it like the big girl I know you are." He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "You wanted this dick so bad, now you gotta take it all."

Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room. Your breath hitched, your eyes rolling back as Tee's strokes grew more demanding. You could feel the orgasm approaching, no sense in stopping now. "Tee," you moaned out, your voice a desperate plea.

"Come for me, baby," he murmured, his own breathing growing more ragged. "Let it go." And with those words, you shattered, your body convulsing around Tee as you came, your moan echoing through the room. Tee groaned, the sight of your pleasure pushing him over the edge. He thrust into you one final time, his warmth flooding you as he reached his climax.

You both lay there, panting and tangled in each other's arms, the challenge a distant memory. Tee's chuckles rumbled against your skin as you swatted at him playfully. "You're so fucking evil," you accused, your voice filled with love and laughter.

"You love it," Tee countered, kissing your neck. "'Just the tip, Tee. Just a little more, Tee.'" He mimicked your earlier pleas, his voice teasing and full of laughter.

You couldn't help but laugh, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Shut up," you said, your voice muffled against his shoulder. "You just lucky you good at this."

Tee leaned back, grinning down at you. "Good?" He repeated. "Baby, I'm the fucking best, and you know it."

You couldn't argue with that. "Fine," you said, your voice a mix of defeat and satisfaction. "You win. But you still cleaning the house."

"You the one that lost, remember?" Tee chuckled, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He pulled out of you, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched you struggle to sit up, your legs still weak.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face was genuine. "Whatever, you agreed to it," you said, though the protest lacked any real bite.

Tee leaned back, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He looked down at you, sprawled out on the couch, your lips swollen and your chest heaving. He couldn't resist the urge to lean down and kiss you again, his lips finding yours in a lazy, lingering press. "Mm, you taste so good," he murmured against your mouth.

Your eyes fluttered open, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "So do you," you whispered, your eyes searching his. The love in his gaze made your heart flutter.

Your fingers traced lazy patterns on Tee's back as you thought about the challenge. "You know," you began, your voice a lazy drawl, "I might have to make sure we never do that again."

Tee chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours. "Why's that?" He nibbled on your earlobe, making you squirm.

"Because you're too good at this," you said with a playful pout. "I'm never going to win anything against you."

Tee laughed, his deep chuckles sending a warm vibration through her. "Don't worry, baby," he said, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "I'll let you win at something."

You squinted your eyes as Tee fought back a laugh. "Nah, never mind," he gave in, retracting his hand and tickling your side. You squealed and giggled, trying to get away, but his grip was too firm, his touch too playful.

"Tee, stop!" you giggled, squirming under him. But your protests were weak, and your laughter only encouraged him more.

"Okay, okay," he said, his chuckles subsiding. "But you gotta admit, that was worth it." He leaned in, his mouth capturing yours in a sweet, tender kiss that made your heart swell.

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you pulled away. "Maybe," you conceded, your voice light and playful. "But next time, I'm definitely winning."

"We'll see about that," Tee said, his eyes twinkling with a competitive glint.

[augustvandyne]

Hey! could you please right a natasha x wife r? Idk if you remember when the avengers have to take refuge and they have to go to clints house (he's reluctant bc he has a secret family only nat knows about)? well could you write it so it's actually nats family that no one knows about? and she's super reluctant to take them there

everyone's alive and no one knew she had a family (not even clint) and the timeline is SUPER wack bc plot twist, yelenas already there. the avengers are hurt nat didn't tell them and they're kinda mad too

nats wife doesn't like having them there bc it's her home and they're putting them all in more danger then they normally are in. the kids don't like them either bc they 'take their mom away' or something like that (but the kids adooore their aunt yelena)

this is super long I'm sorry but the idea has been plaguing my head and I feel like it would be fun to read about. thank you and have a great day!

hi! yes! don’t worry about it being too long, i’ll listen to and write whatever thoughts you have.

safehouse

You and Yelena were baking a cake when pack of Avengers came piling through the front door.

You were expecting Natasha later in the week, and alone. Not with the danger that is literally standing in your doorway.

That was the best part of this place, there was no danger. Nat left work at work, and when she came home all she focused on was her family—you, Yelena, and your two lovely children.

So you were definitely surprised, and not happy, to see the other five Avengers.

You walk further into the living room, and when Nat sees you, her face is immediately apologetic.

“Babe—“

“Who are all these people?” Yelena comes and stands beside you in the living room, staring up at all the men.

“This is Steve, Clint, Tony, Thor, and Bruce. They’re my friends,” Natasha shrugs.

“Uh, no, we’re not your friends now,” Clint crosses his arms with sass.

“They’re the Avengers,” You correct your wife. “And they shouldn’t be here.”

“Listen, I wasn’t going to even bring them here, but—“

“It’s our fault, ma’am,” Steve interrupted.

“Oh, here we go,” Tony throws his hands in the air.

“What?” Steve whines.

“First the language, and now the manners. Good god,” Tony rolls his eyes.

“Okay, take it elsewhere. More preferably, back to where you came from,” You fake smile, earning a glare from Nat.

“Where are the kids?” Nat asks, and you get the feeling she needs to talk. Alone.

“Upstairs in the playroom. Yelena, why don’t you take them outside to play on the swing set?” You ask sweetly.

“Ah, gotcha,” Yelena gave a look to Natasha that said, good luck.

The kids say hello to Nat, made faces at the men still in your living room, and then squealed with joy out the door because their mama is home.

You looked away from the door and back up at the Avengers once again. Nat softly grabs you by the arm and pulls your towards the other side of the living room.

“What are they doing here, Nat?” You lean closer, your foreheads slightly touching.

“I had no other choice,” Natasha’s raspy voice makes it hard not to forgive her.

You sigh and purse your lips.

“Really,” Nat insists. “If there was any other choice, I would have made it. We just got into a little trouble, and need to camp out for a few days.”

You made a vow not to ask what trouble she was in, so you kept your mouth shut when she says this.

“Okay. But if there’s even a little bit of damage to the house, they are paying for it,” You lift your head up and walk back towards the group, Natasha following close behind.

Nat glances your way, then back at the boys, “We can stay here. But only for a few days.”

“So this is where Lady Natasha goes every time she takes off,” Thor nods.

“Yes. A home we didn’t even know about?” Bruce shakes his head.

“I can’t believe you never told me,” Clint looks genuinely hurt when Nat looks at him. “I thought we were friends.”

“Yeah, what he said,” Tony puts his hand on his chest.

You roll your eyes and head back to the kitchen before the cake burns, letting your wife deal with her friends/fellow Avengers.

You finish the frosting Yelena had started, and ice the cake once it comes out of the oven. You then start on dinner. Something easy everyone can enjoy—pasta.

Dinner goes about as well as you thought it would.

Nat and the kids catch up. She just saw them a week or so ago, so there isn’t much to catch up, but you love watching Natasha play and talk with the kids.

You try not to laugh as the kids keep making faces at the guys.

Your daughter starts to kick Tony in the shin, to which him and your daughter start having a staring contest.

“Okay, what are you guys doing?” Nat asked.

“Your tiny agent keeps kicking me,” Tony says, never taking his eyes off the smaller girl.

“Okay she’s not an agent, and it’s probably because you take her mother away every chance you get,” You sighed with frustration. “Good she’s kicking you, maybe you’ll leave then.”

“Y/n—“

“I’m sorry,” You look at your wife. “I said it was okay, even though you’re putting us it more danger. But, I will try to be civil, but only for Natasha.”

“Thank you.”

Later in the night you had assigned everyone to places in the house to spend the night.

Yelena had volunteered to spend the night with the kids, so at least two people could bunk in there, and it was fine by you because the kids adored Yelena.

So two people slept in Yelena’s room, you had one in the living room, and two in the guest room downstairs.

“They are mad at me, you know?” Nat brushed through her hair.

“They’ll get over it. It’s a safe house,” You wrap your arms around her waist from behind. “You are supposed to keep it secret.”

“I know,” Nat turns so you two are face to face. “I love you, and thank you for letting us stay here. We’ll be out of her in two days, tops.”

“Good,” You plant a kiss on the side of Natasha’s mouth.

“But I might not be back for a while,” Nat cups your cheek in her hand.

“I had a feeling,” You look down.

“I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

“How about you start now?” You lift a brow and squeal as your wife picks you up and puts you on the bed.

Danger aside, you loved having your wife back in your arms, and you were granted with just that from this crazy mission.

[bittersweet-folder]

hiii, could you do the light forehead kisses with minghao or vernon? like really domestic and soft 🥺

Yess ofc love🌷[I'm so sorry for such a late response btw. Please read a/n in the end. Thank you♡]

🍪 Cookies and cream

Pairing: Vernon× gn reader[they are in an established relationship].

Genre: fluff, very domestic scenario, baking with Vernon basically.

Warnings: none. Word count:739

Note: you call Vernon by his first name Hansol. Also idk why I kept that title but okay 💀 .

"Nooo, you're supposed to coat them in flour, Hansol" you exclaimed as you saw him directly adding the blue berries in the cake batter.

"Uhh okay okay but why?" Vernon asked, nonchalantly.

"It's because of the batter. When you coat the blueberries with flour they automatically don't sink to the bottom of the baking pan." You explained while looking at him and continued "and when you add them to the batter and mix them lightly okay?"

"Yes ma'am!" he smiled. He bought extra flour in a bowl and coated the blueberries in flour. He looks very concentrated for someone who's assisting you to bake for the first time.

There wasn't really a special occasion to make Hansol some cookies and cake. In fact he loved any desserts made by you. But this time you were also going to send a batch of cookies to his family. So you asked for his help. Looking at how concentrated he is, with what you've instructed him to do made you happy. You took a glance at the clock. It was almost the time for the cookies to be done so you slid the cooking glove on to your hand and took them out of the oven. The delicious smell of chocolate and a sugary essence filled the kitchen. You set the pan on the table for the cookies to cool down. Hansol automatically left what he was doing and waddled back to you and hugged you from the back, settling his chin on your shoulder.

"Can I take some break please babe?" he murmured. His focus was still on the cookies.

"Hansol, honey I know your tricks. Just say that you want some cookies right now" you said nonchalantly as you pressed in the center of the cookies lightly. Nice and fully baked. You picked up the big ones.

"Wow, am I that obvious?" he questioned, his lips now pressed in a thin line,blinking at you as if in disbelief. You placed the big cookies on a plate.

"Yes and here's your cookies, the big ones because I knew you'd want some" you handed him the plate with a smile on your lips.

"Thank you babe" he said as he flashed his toothy smile at you.

"Mention not honey" you said.

Then you started searching for the jar in which you were supposed to store the cookies in.

"Hold on, where's the jar" you thought while going through the lower cupboards. After a little bit of searching you found it in the upper shelves. "This must be his doings" you thought as you sighed outta annoyance but then you saw two hands on either side trapping you to the kitchen counter. You turned around, the jar still in your hands and looked at Hansol. Your eyes meet his.

"I've put the blueberry batter in a different baking tray and put it in the oven, darling. The choco chip cookies were delicious" he said and smiled softly. You couldn't help but feel the blood rushing to your cheeks because of the pet name he just called you.

"Okay then what about my kisses?" you mumbled with a pout, your eyes looking down at the jar, breaking eye contact. It was silly how you wanted some kisses in the middle of all this mess in the kitchen but at the same time it still made sense why. He cradles your face with his hands, making you look at him. He can now take a good look at your blushy face. He slowly leaned in and placed his soft lips on your lips. A soft and warm kiss with a slight lingering essence of cookies on his lips. After breaking off from the kiss he pressed soft kisses on your forehead. It made your heart swell with a mushy feeling. He did take another look at your flushed face before removing his hands from your cheeks.

"Vernon quit staring like that" you whined and continued "and move aside babe, gonna store the cookies in this jar" you walked past him.

He followed you for a few steps and then said "by the way love it would be great if I can get another-" before he could finish the sentence you cut in stating "noo you're not getting any more cookies Vernon" you chuckled knowing the fact that you will end up giving him one more cookie while storing the cookies in jar.

A/n: yes I love baking so I was like why not write about this, baking with Vernon so yeah. I did proofread once lemme know if there's any mistake though.

I was very much emotionally exhausted about some things going on rn so that's why requests are closed. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS 😭😭.

[cinnamon-piastri]

Christmas cookies and kinder bars | Lando Norris

A shorter little blurb about Lando Norris for day 2 of my Christmas fics, I was running sort of behind today but I still had fun writing a whole thing about Lando based on watching him eat kinder on stream 🤣

Summary: You ask him to get you one thing from the supermarket

Warnings: None 🧡

"Oh no how am I supposed to make Christmas cookies now!" You shouted out from the kitchen as you were kneeling on the counter and digging through the cupboards desperately searching for the cinnamon.

Not long after, Lando came walking out to find out what the crisis was. "What is it babe what can't you find?" He asked with a chuckle struggling to take the situation seriously, as the image of you trying to reach the top cupboard was too entertaining.

"I thought I had cinnamon in here somewhere but I can't find it, and I can't make my cookies without it" you said with a pout as you got off the counter and faced your boyfriend.

"Do they need cinnamon?" Lando asked as if he was seriously suggesting you just skip the cinnamon. "Yes of course if they don't have cinnamon then they're just plain cookies and I can't take those to the work christmas party tomorrow" you said in a panic as your boyfriend approached you.

Lando slowly pulled you in for a hug shushing you. "It'll be fine, do you need me to go get you some?" He asked you with a smile.

"Yes please it's very important" you said as you put on your best puppy dog eyes to try and convince him. He simply laughed "alright I'm here to save the day, I'll grab you some cinnamon little lady don't you worry" he said with a proud expression.

"Thank you so much babe you're my hero" you said as you kissed him on the nose. "Hang tight baby I'll be right back!" He assured you as he grabbed his wallet and headed out of your shared apartment.

He arrived quite some time later with several shopping bags full of various snacks and treats. "Lando what is this?" You asked him almost shocked.

He smiled widely as he placed the bags down. "I got us a few extra bits while I was there, I got your favourite tea, those little chocolate biscuits you like to dip in it before bed, did you know they actually sell kinder Buenos in there!" he said holding up the box with an accomplished expression. "That's more than a few extras babe that's a whole cupboard" you said with a chuckle.

"Did you even get what I sent you for?" You asked genuinely before he nodded in response. "Yeah! It's in here somewhere....." He said sheepishly as he glanced down at the bags trying to remember which one it was in. You simply chuckled and pulled him down for a kiss. "I love you" he smiled widely at you. "I love you too babe, now let's get those cookies baking so we can relax with a hot chocolate".

[mumifyy]

Can I please request a Vox x Angel Female Reader?

Who just took Vox's Heart(Not literally ofcourse) with just a simple smile and wave

A/N: Ooo this is so cute 😭🙏 // also this is not proof-read!

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VOX x ANGEL!F!READER

HEADCANNONS 💙

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Originally, you had died giving away your life for your sickly mother and ended up in heaven.

Only months had passed when you were in Heaven until you were wrongly sent to hell cause someone had framed you.

You didn’t loose your halo nor wings so you had to hide them which was hard but you managed

While looking for a job in hell to actually live, you came across Vox walking down the opposite side of you

You didn’t really know who he was all you knew is that he was famous considering all of the paparazzi following him around (he’s enjoying tf outta it)

Vox’s face was stoic so you did your usual smile and wave and walked past him to be on your way

Unlike the paparazzi, Vox noticed your sweet smile and looked shocked, looking down at the paparazzi and shooing them away angrily before looking at your now disappeared figure.

He was bummed of course but brushed it off as a fan girl

Except he thought about you every once in a while

How could anybody IN HELL smile and wave????

He only saw that on earth?

That’s when he started to look for you on the cameras

Everytime he saw you in the cameras he blushed like crazy

Vox wondered why such an angelic person like you ended up in hell

So when you came into his building asking for work he instantly put you as his personal assistant

You barely worked only just getting him coffee and staying by his side

You didn’t mind working like that for a shit ton of cash coming your way

Not like you needed it badly

But you enjoyed it

You soon came to love being around him

You knew he was dangerous but you didn’t care

After a while you guys started going on outings

He paid for everything and was an absolute gentleman for you

But in the inside was gushing over how pretty you looked in your sundress

After a a couple months or so he starting to court you

Giving you flowers and more hugs then usual

And finally after a week of him doing this

He asked you out and you both had a great time

Soon also asking you to be his girlfriend

You said yes ofc (I hope so cause why you reading this if no 🤨)

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General head cannons lols

Vox definitely flirts with you behind doors

And in public

Gives you flowers every now and then

Whenever he’s working, you’ll just come in there and give him your cookies you had just baked and give him a kiss and leave

You wouldn’t even be able to cause now your on his lap feeding him the cookies you made

He LOVES making you flustered

Definitely smacks your ass just randomly

Will sometimes just kiss you on the cheeks and gush over you

*ssmooochhhh*

“Jesus fuck babe I love you I can’t even get enough of you”

LOVES spooning you

Tells you he hates it when you dot on him but loves it secretly and you know it

Definitely sleeps with the ‘V’ logo on his screen like the DVD thingy

THISSSS ^^^

Whenever your on your period he’ll cancel most the stuff he has to do for work and comfort you the best he can

WILL invite you to some podcasts

And will show you off like

“This is my girlfriend, the best girlfriend, the most BEAUTIFUL girlfriend, and I love her.”

“and y’all can’t have her.”

“Losers”

While sometimes bury his face in your chest after a long day

Is an ass man 🙏

He’s prolly both actually Ngl..

More of an ass man though :P

Will do skincare with you (he was forced)

��Babe what’s the point of doing this when my head is a TV???”

“Oh yeah…. I forgot about that”

“Doofus”

“I’m gonna change your channel-“

You: *puts on any kind of chapstick or lip product*

Vox: “what’s the flavor?”

Before you can even answer he kisses you

Vox: “mmmm Vanilla”

He loves Vanilla and coffee

Or lavender

If you where any perfume like it he’ll just *SNNNNIIIIIIIFFFFFFF*

“Mm.. you smell” *sniffs your neck* “so good what are you wearing??”

WILL spoil tf outta you

Like YOU HAVE ENOUGH MAKEUP JESUS

Loves when you make any kind of handmade gift

It’s better than any kind of store bought gift

Like the TikTok’s of the handmade cards of just TONS of reasons why you love him

He would gush and hug you <3

[harrywavycurly]

I’d enjoy some SC convos just what they talk about when they hang out?🩷

Hiii babes!!! I hope you enjoy these random convos between Harry and his Southern Girl, also one of them is a phone convo so hope that’s okay!💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: There’s one conversation in here as a Texan I know will spark some controversy if you’re from the south and that’s which brand of tea you use to make your sweet tea with😂 my family is a Lipton tea family so..I’m sorry but so are you in this universe✨

“You hate it.” “What? No honey..it’s cute…really..thank you.” “That’s code for you think it’s hideous..” “No…it’s code for I think it’s cute that you saw a mug that says something about Texas and you immediately bought it for me.” “But…do you actually like it?” “I do…and it’s true…you shouldn’t mess with Texas women.” “You swear you like it? We can go return it and get one-” “Are you always like this when you give someone a gift?” “No…just with you.”

“Harry Edward are you sitting on my bed with your shoes on? How did you even get this far in my house with them on your feet? You become my boyfriend and forget the rules all of a sudden?” “Oh shit I’m sorry..fuck sorry I didn’t…damn it…oh god-” “Lord sugar just go to the front door and start fresh okay? You look as scared as a sheep in a room full of wolves.” “I just… I don’t…I’m sorry-” “Harry take a deep breath honey it’s okay…just go take your shoes off and watch that mouth of yours…you may be in the bedroom but there’s a time for such talk and now ain’t the time.” “Right…yeah…yeah okay I’m uh….what..what am I doing?” “Putting your shoes by the front door.” “Yes..yeah I’ll be right back.” “You’re so precious when you’re flustered.”

“Baby I’m telling you there’s nothing on this aisle that says…iced tea?” “Harry I told you it’s not going to say iced tea…I use regular tea bags to make sweet tea.” “Really? But it’s over ice?” “I don’t have time to explain how to make sweet tea to you right now honey but can you just grab the one I asked you for please?” “Okay…it’s the red one right?” “Red? No..it’s yellow.” “Yellow? Are you sure?” “Am I sure? Harry I’ve been making sweet tea since I was five yes I’m sure…if you try to bring that red box of Luzianne tea into my house I will-” “Okay okay I got the yellow one…uh Lipton? Is..that’s the name of it?” “Perfect…don’t forget the sugar and the-” “lemons…I won’t forget love don’t worry.” “Oh I’m worried sugar…but okay I’ll see you when you get here…tell Kathy hello for me.” “Will do sweetheart.”

“You’re staring.” “Is that a problem?” “I can’t bake when someone is staring at me the whole time sugar…now be a good helper and tell me how much milk?” “Uh..half a cup.” “Thank you…oh so how was your day off yesterday? Did you try that hot yoga class you told me about?” “I did…it was good…I don’t think you would’ve enjoyed it.” “Well yeah honey…I told you I wouldn’t like it.” “It was hard but..it was fun..just a bit more uhm..intense than the classes you’re used to.” “I’m a proud yoga newbie…I mainly go just to watch you do the weird poses that let me see all your tattoos you keep hidden from me…because they make your little short shorts roll up your thighs or your shirts to ride up.” “Uh..uhm…what?” “Yeah..like those fern leaf things…oh yeah…I snuck me a good long peak at them the other day during our beach yoga class when you were doing that downward dog pose thing.” “You did?” “Well yeah? What are you the only one who’s allowed to stare?” “No no…feel free to stare at me all you want baby.” “Thanks…now what’s next? How much sugar?” “Uh..sorry what are we making again?” “Lord honey…don’t make me kick you out of the kitchen…again.”

[cas-skz]

SUNDAY BAKING

Your husband keeps distracting you while you bake and things heat up in the kitchen

| non idol au | married au |

18+plz&thnx!! MDNI

Warnings: lots of smut. choking, flip from dom & sub (m &f) rope play. chocking. unprotected sex. creampie. pet names (good boy, boss, princess). pregnancy mentions.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

writers note: ok but imagine being newly married and he can’t keep his hands off you. thats where this came from.

Enjoy cas xx

“Oh, I’m being a pain?” Wooyoung laughed, eyeing you up from behind the news paper he was reading.

“Yes. I just need you to tell me which is better, the vanilla raspberry cake or the chocolate coconut cake. They can’t tie!” You groan, poking at the two pieces of cake on the counter.

You had spent the last few weeks working on a cake for your best friends birthday, and getting the right flavour down was becoming a struggle.

Woo joined you at the counter, taking a couple more bites of each cake before tapping the fork off his chin in thought.

“Well…” you asked eagerly, chewing at your lip.

“Just like you, they are both perfect.” Woo kissed you lips gently to stop you from puncturing a hole through your lip. “But I like the chocolate coconut more.”

You patted his chest a few times, “was that so hard.”

Woo rolled his eyes at you, spinning around to wrap his arms around your waist, his semi firm cock pressed against your ass. “It was torture.” He said into your ear, his warm breath and closeness giving you goosebumps.

You felt your clit twitch with excitement as his lips met with your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin.

“No. No! I need to get this done.” You whined, shoving him back gently.

Woo pulled you with him as he sat back on the chair, setting you on his lip as his lips found yours. His hand ran up your thigh, under your Panama shorts. “I can be quick.”

You laughed again his lips, “don’t make me do it.” You say, placing another kiss on his lips before jumping off his lap.

He was right behind you, taking his previous position behind you, his hips grinding into you. “What if I want you too?”

You tried to ignore him and start the cake batters, but he wouldn’t peel himself off. His lips worked at your neck, sucking and biting the skin hard enough to leave a couple of hickies.

His hand ran over your clothes clit, adding a few little rubs. “Woo!” You groaned in frustration, accidentally dumping in an extra cup of flour.

You peeled him off you again, pointing towards the chair. “Down.” You ordered, quickly crawling up to the cub boards above the fridge and grabbing some black rope.

Woo rolled his eyes, a small smile pulling at his lips. “What? I wasn’t that bad.” He protested, though his body knew exactly where to go.

“Messed up the recipe though.” You said, sticking your tongue out at him as you tied his wrists through the back of the chair.

You smirked down at him, undoing the zipper and button of his pants. “So you don’t get too uncomfortable.” Being the tease you were, you tossed off your pj shorts, exposing your lower half.

“Now. Be a good boy and don’t make me have to hide that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You placed a kiss on his lips, turning to go back to your baking. You quickly fixed the mistake that happened, smiling to yourself as it was something so little to get cranky about, but you liked driving him crazy.

You made sure to give him a little show as you gathered and added ingredients, “shoot, if only you weren’t tied up. I need something from way up there.” You jokingly pout, clearing a spot so you could climb up.

Woo made a quiet whining sound as you spread your legs apart, grabbing what you needed before pretending to drop it. “Oops.” You say, leaning forward, your wet pussy on display for him.

You looked back at him, wiggling your butt a bit. “Something wrong babe?”

He shook his head no, but pointed to pants. “Can I get rid of these?” He asks, “please.”

You slid off the counter, slowly strutting to Woo. “What? Didn’t undo them enough the first time?” You tilt your head to one side, pushing your tongue into your cheek before helping tug his pants to his ankles so he could kick them off. “Now, no more out of you.”

It was torture for you to keep teasing him. Your pussy had been begging to be filled all morning, but you were to busy with the test cakes.

You finished up quickly and divided the batter before popping them in the oven, your cunt on full display again. You put on the timer and threw off your apron, leaving you in just a small lace bralette.

“See baby, was that so hard?” You ask as you turn your attention to Woo, who’s cock stood at attention, pre cum leaking from the tip.

Woo’s cock twitched as you climbed onto his lap. Before you sat, you took his cock in your hand and slowly pushed it inside you, a soft moan escaping both your lips.

You settled in his lap, clenching your warm walls around his thick length. “Does my good boy deserve to get fucked?” You question, grinding your hips ever so slowly. “Or should I just sit here until the cakes are done?”

You couldn’t help yourself as your body started to bounce a bit, feeling finally somewhat satisfied.

Woo let out a soft groan, his wrists tugging at the ropes on the chair as you slowly came to a stop, locking eyes with him. “I guess that’s up to you baby girl.” He hummed, smirking up at you. “Seems like you don’t want to wait.”

And you didn’t. Having him just inside you felt so good, but you wanted more. His hips thrusted up, bringing you out of thought as he hit your g-spot. Your hand wrapped around his neck, giving a gentle squeeze. “Be good.” You ordered, starting to bounce your hips.

Your hands slid to the back of his neck as you pressed your lips into his, kissing roughly. You switched between different rhythmic motions. You rose your body and teased the tip of his cock, your ass shaking as Woo cursed your name.

“Such a good boy.” You whispered, lowering yourself back down as you felt your peak rapidly approaching. You leaned back a bit as you hit top speed, one of your hands digging into his chest as you kept your eyes on him.

Your legs started to shake as your peak hit, your walls clenching tightly around Woo’s cock. “Need…to cum.” He moaned, his body stiffening against the chair.

You leaned in close, his cock hitting perfectly as you kept a fast pace. “Cum with me.” You moaned, leaning against his chest as his lips found yours, kissing you deeply as your hips came to a stop and Woo emptied his load.

Woo thrusted a few last times, your contracting walls hugging tightly as his twitching cock as you peaked together. “Don’t stop princess. You feel too good.” He moaned.

The pet name made you flip into little mode, a small whine escaping your lips as you buried your face in his neck. You leaned down a bit to pull the knot from rope holding Woo’s arms back.

He immediately took control, standing you both up and bending you over the table. He slapped your ass a few times before thrusting back into you, the sensation making you grip the table edge.

He thrusted deeply a few times, pulling out the combined juices from inside you. Woo balled his hand in your hair, guiding you to the ground as he shoved his length in your mouth, which you automatically started to suck.

“Pretty princess likes to be the boss sometimes, doesn’t she?” He asked, shoving himself inside your mouth until you gagged.

With his hand still in your hair, he positioned you back over the table, grabbing one of your arms and holding it behind you as he easily slid into your warmth.

He slammed hard a few times, making you squeeze your eyes shut. Woo leaned over you, making sure your arm wasn’t getting hurt as he started to thrust quickly, his lips right by your ear. “Who’s really in charge?”

You moaned and cursed loudly, your breathing fast and laboured, the whole table shook underneath you from the force he was using. You hit your second orgasm, much more intense than the first.

“Who’s the boss princess?” He asked, his powerful thrusts not letting up.

“You are.”

“Louder!”

“You are! You’re the boss!”

Woo slammed deep inside you as his cock started to twitch, filling you again with his pearly white cum. He slowly pulled out, a hiss and moan erupting from both of you.

“Fuck…” You moan, your body twitching as you felt Woo push the leaking cum back inside you. He teased your hole a few more times before slapping your ass hard.

“Cakes are done.” He smirked as the timer went off.

You peeled yourself off the table, giving him a quick kiss before washing your hands and pulling the cakes out.

Woo creeped up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and cupping your boobs. “Gotta keep these fellas safe.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, carefully taking the cakes out of the pans and placing them on cooling racks. “Perfect. Now I just need to wait for them to cool.”

Woo started playing with both your nipples, flicking and tugging on them from behind. “Shower? Gotta get you all cleaned up.”

You shook your head, pulling him along with you as you headed to the bathroom. “Hot bath.”

“With bubbles?” Woo chuckled

“Obviously!”

Woo filled the bathtub, adding a few different things from your basket of lush products. He climbed in and waited as you cleaned yourself up a bit, using a baby wipe to clean off your privates.

“Hey! Those are my kids your wiping away!”

You laughed, shaking your head as you looked over at Woo, who had made a beard with the bubbles.

“The father of my children.”

“You love me.”

“Yes I do, I love you very much.” You smiled, sitting down in the tub, tucked tightly in Woo’s arms.

“I love you too.” He said, pressing a kiss on the side of your temple.

[gunnerfc]

❄️ WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 22 - Georgia Stanway❄️

Georgia Stanway x Reader (Bayern & Lioness) | WC: 836

Dec. 22 prompt - baking cookies

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

Whoever on your team decided that you and Georgia should be in charge of baking cookies clearly wanted you to suffer. You had about three days before the team would be bringing some sort of dessert or baked goods to training to have a little holiday party before everyone departed for the break. You had sent Georgia to the store to get the ingredients that you needed but when she called you three times to ask questions, you knew this was going to be a rough experience.

You waited until the day before to start baking, not wanting to have the cookies done too soon before you needed them. You didn’t allow Georgia to help, knowing your girlfriend would take the opportunity to mess with you.

Georgia sat on the kitchen counter, watching you prep the kitchen to start making the cookies. The midfielder eyed the bag of flour you had sitting next to her, tempted to throw a bit at you when you were least expecting it. You had your back to her as you washed your hands so you didn’t notice when she poured a bit of flour into her hand.

You turned around to grab the towel to dry your hands as you felt powder hitting your face. You stood for a moment, face covered in flour as you heard Georgia trying (and failing) to hold her laughter in.

“See babe! I told you it would snow!” your girlfriend joked, giving up on holding her laughter in.

You sighed at her statement and turned back to the sink to wash your face off. This time when you turned to reach for the hand towel, Georgia kept her hands to herself and let you be. You dried your hands and face, refusing to look at your girlfriend who had a bright smile on her face.

You tried to focus on the directions in front of you but your girlfriend who was loudly singing behind you made it difficult. You rolled your eyes at her antics, doing your best to tune her out.

“Hey babe, would you still love me if I was a worm?” the midfielder randomly asked as she stopped singing.

“What the hell are you talking about,” you groaned, throwing a look in her direction.

“It’s a simple question! Would you still love me if I was a worm, yes or no?” Georgia spoke, repeating her question like it made complete sense.

“No, I don’t think I would still love you if you were a worm, babe,” you huffed, turning your focus back to what you were making.

Georgia gasped dramatically from behind you as if you offended her with your answer. When you didn’t give her a reaction, she hopped off the counter and moved so she was standing right behind you. You could feel her breath on the back of your neck and you felt your face heat up at her closeness.

“Babe. babe. Babeeeee” Gerogia whined in your ear, bored out of her mind.

“Love, please just let me finish and then we can do whatever you want,” you tried your best to ignore the begging.

Georgia huffed this time, moving away slightly and you thought you would finally have some peace to finish mixing all the ingredients. You were sorely mistaken when you felt an egg crack on your head. Neither of you moved, both in shock. You heard Georgia snicker behind you and you turned to face her.

Your girlfriend was half expecting you to tell her off but her surprise when you threw a handful of flour at her was better than yelling. You both stood in the middle of the kitchen, now wearing the ingredients you needed to bake cookies.

“You're gonna regret that, love,” Georgia smirked at you, reaching past you to grab the entire bag of flour.

“Wait, G. Let's talk about this, I was just getting payback,” you tried to persuade your girlfriend into putting the bag down but it was no use.

Before you could even attempt to move out of the way, Georgia dumped the entire bag over your head, covering you with flour. You stood in shock as the midfielder howled with laughter at your current state. You shook your head to try and shake off some of the flour before looking up at your girlfriend.

Georgia could see the devious glint in your eyes as you rushed into her, wrapping your arms around her body essentially getting flour all over her. The two of you went back and forth coating each other in various foods, wasting the ingredients you had bought to make cookies for the team.

You ended up having to wake up earlier than normal to rush to the store to buy store-made cookies and get rid of the packaging to try and pass them off as homemade. No one but Georgia knew the truth and you had to force her to not tell everyone that you didn’t make the cookies like you were supposed to.

[matthias-the-tulip]

my updated list of parts i hope they keep in the red, white & royal blue movie

(updated after i reread it in a day) (a lot of these are just funny lines that add absolutely nothing to the plot but they make me laugh)

• the MAGAZINE 😭

• “he has the personality of a cabbage.”

• “i want to hear you gush like he's your fucking prom date.”

• alex makes a long loud fart noise


• “i'm going to throw up on you” at the stables (doesn't look like they're at a stables in the trailer 😒)

• “i'd rather be waterboarded” also at the stables (again, doesn't look like they're at a stables)

• “i bet he has a secret lovechild,” nora says. “or he's gay. or he has a secret gay lovechild.”

“it's probably in case i see his equerry putting his batteries back in,” alex says.

• midnight ice cream on instagram

• “i didn't know you wore glasses.” (henry's wearing a suit not pyjamas and alex is not wearing glasses what's that all about!)

• awkward fist bump on “this morning” (does not look like it’s a chat show in the trailer but also would a royal even go on this morning)

• star wars stan henry 🥹

• “not impressed, just surprised.”

“at what?”

“that you actually have, you know, feelings.”

• henry is beginning to smile…

• “do you MIND?” in the cupboard at the hospital

• “you're not the prince of me” 😭

• “i'd rather not be the little spoon.”

• henry's feet in a mop bucket

• “locked in a cupboard with your elbow inside my rib cage.”

• “i cannot believe even mortal peril will not prevent you from being the way you are.”

• “are you psychoanalysing me? i don't think royal guests are allowed to do that.”

• “is that the time you threatened to push me into the thames?”

• “no booty calls.”

• “it was like you were trying to set him on fire with your mind.”

• june's (nora now i guess 😟) plot to murder woody allen

• “don't let the papers print lies about me after i've garroted myself with my tie.”

• “you are the thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life.”

• “yes, famously the most sinister of all animal sounds, the gobble.”

• “cornbread knows my sins.”

• the whole turkey situation really

• “buy a summer home in majorca with the turkey”

• MR WOBBLES

• “jabba” cakes.

• henry watching bake off

• “you're jeff goldblum”

• “yo there's a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe”.

“I BEG YOU TO NOT”

• “it sounds like you did your best.” 🥹

• the new year’s party being referred to as “the legendary balls-out bananas white house trio new year's eve party” (white house duo now 😭)

• “please do not attempt to steal my shine. you will fail and i will be embarrassed for you.”

• “says prince fucking charming.”

• get low playing at the new year’s eve party

• alex’s reaction to get low playing at the new year’s eve party

• “christ, you are as thick as it gets.”

• alex falling while running with june (nora now i guess 😟) cause he was thinking about henry

• “he's gay and you're hot, so.”

• “still waters, deep dicking.”

• “prince henry is a biscuit,” nora says,
“let him sop you up.”

• they know each other's sleep schedule and alex gets in a bad mood when he doesn't talk to him 🥹

• “you're not going to kill him, are you?” she says.
“probably not,” alex tells her

• “shut up, shut all the way up, oh my
god”

• alex pushing henry up against a wall!

• “i mean, er, should we, i dunno, slow down?”henry says, cringing so hard at himself that one eye closes. “go for dinner first, or-“

• hooking one knee around the back of alex's thigh 😉

• ”i'm going to die,” henry says helplessly.

“i'm going to kill you,” alex tells him.

“yes, you are,” henry agrees.

• alex fixing his hair for him 😢😢😢

• henry singing god save the queen (king i guess) to make his 🍆 go away

• “i am going to do very bad things to you, and if you fucking ghost me again, i’m going to get you put on a fucking no-fly list. got it?”

• “you were jealous,” alex says. “you want me.”

• henry calling alex bossy 😂

• alex literally just insulting henry while he’s going to town on him

• “do you ever stop talking?” henry says. “such a mouth on you.”

• “hi,” he says, when he reaches henry’s eye level.

“hello,” henry says back.

“i’m gonna take your pants off now,” alex tells him.

“yes, good, carry on.”

• fucking eyelashes

• when he's done, he presses a sticky kiss in the crease of alex's leg where he'd slung it over his shoulder

• the mattress shifts, and henry moves up to the pillows, nuzzling his face into the hollow of alex's throat. alex makes a vague noise of approval, and his arms fumble around henry's waist, but he's helpless to do much else.

• the tip of henry’s nose catching on alex’s

• “for fuck’s sake, man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me goodnight.”

• monocles for babies 😂

• “i don’t like that look,” amy says. “you look…sweaty.”

• “what in the rich-white-people-sex-dungeon hell?”

• the whole polo kit situation. henry slowly putting his boot back on the floor

• “i’ve thrown men in the dungeons for less.”

“hey, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

• paris!!! leaving directions to the cheese

• “you're a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and I'm going to kiss you until you forget how to talk.”

• birthday floggings et al and the buttercream!

• alex’s heart going weird at henry on the boat and having to put his head in his hands

• “i don't give a damn what joanne has to say, remus john lupin is gay as the day is long, and i won't hear a word against it.”

• “i will staple your dick to the inside of your leg”

• “i did get both of the gay kings.”

• “deflowering the darling of the republic.”

• “i'm not ... historically great at talking about things,” henry says.

“well, i wasn't historically great at blowjobs, but we all gotta learn and grow, sweetheart.”

“wasn't?"

“hey,” alex huffs. “are you trying to say i'm still not good at them?”

“no, no, i wouldn't dream of it,” henry says, and alex can hear the small smile in his voice. “it was just the first one that was.. well. it was enthusiastic, at least.”

“i don't remember you complaining…”

“yes, well, i'd only been fantasizing about it for ages.”

• baby. (!!!)

• “i miss you,” alex says before he can stop himself. he instantly regrets it, but henry says, “i miss you too.”

• “i want to ... put my fingers in his mouth...” she moans, sounding horrified.

• just the whole karaoke bar situation. plz. toilet stall hookup!

• “bisexuality is truly a rich and complex tapestry.”

• o captain, my captain

• “if only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when american boys with chin dimples are mean to him.”

• the fruity truth: my favourite english author is jane austen.

• “when at wimbledon”

• “i want to see a cage match between your grandmother (grandfather i guess) and this fucking ghoul running against my mom”

• “and you are good. most things are awful most of the time, but you're good.”

• “he is truly a picture, wearing an expression of bewildered panic and absolutely nothing else.”

• “jesus tits”

• henry falling out of the wardrobe and just. sitting on the floor. (zahra finds him in the wardrobe instead :()

• “i thought you were getting into international relations or something.”

“i mean, technically-“

• “you're literally putting your dick in the leader of a foreign state, who is a man, at the biggest political event before the election, in a hotel full of reporters, in a city full of cameras, in a race close enough to fucking hinge on some bullshit like this, like a manifestation of my fucking stress dreams, and you're asking me not to tell the president about it?”

• all of zahra's quips tbh - “every time i see you, it takes another year off my life.” - “ask me if i'm afraid of the crown.”

• SEXUAL EXPERIMENTATION WITH
FOREIGN MONARCHS: A GRAY AREA.

• EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?

• FEDERAL FUNDING, TRAVEL EXPENSES, BOOTY CALLS, AND YOU

• history, huh? bet we could make some. (the emails plz like i need at least some of them read aloud over a montage or something)

• “some saucy tart once tried to impugn my virtue against an oil painting of him, and in the halls of memory, some things demand context.”

• I GUESS THAT MAKES YOU. THE MF. NORTH STAR.

• “i thought you might need to, like, have a catholic moment about this or something?” 😭

• “santa maria is watching!”

• skinny dipping!!!

• “philip is the heir and i'm the spare, and if that nervy bastard has a heart attack at thirty-five and i've got malaria, whither the spare?”

• alex's meltdown outside kensington. very important. - “how 'bout i just keep yelling and we see which of the papers show up first!” he turns back to the window and starts flailing his arms too. “henry! your royal fucking highness!”

• “jesus, could you stop being an obtuse fucking asshole for, like, twenty seconds?”

• “i fucking love you, okay?” alex half yells, finally, irreversibly.

• “what do you want?”

“i want you-”

“then fucking have me.”

“-but i don’t want this.”

• “a whole lifetime of fine. that’s not good enough for me.”

• henry nuzzling his nose behind alex's ear.

• alex laughs and grabs his head and aggressively kisses his cheek, smashing his face into the pillow.

• “next time we shall visit some of the george Ill pieces and see if they burst into flame.”

• DANCING TO YOUR SONG IN THE MUSEUM

• “i completely fucking love you” and the ring and the chain

• “once shaan managed to dislodge him from the chandelier”

• henry’s email about memories and grief and the first time he saw alex

• “jesus, be a gay beard”

• henry and alex in the car after the fake date

• “i will physically fight your grandmother (grandfather i guess) myself if i have to, okay? and, like, she's (he’s) old. i know i can take her (him).”

“i wouldn't be so cocky,” henry says with a small laugh. “she's (he’s)full of dark surprises.”

• “your spine's a ridge i'd die climbing”

• “check the fucking news, you horny little miscreant”

• “it’s about to be gay DEFCON five in this administration.”

• “then fuck it.”

• the big group hug

• oscar saying “give ‘em hell.”

• “you're my mean friend.”

• “jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing”

• I 😭 LOVE 😭 HIM 😭 ON 😭PURPOSE 😭 they can't leave that out if they do i'll kill someone

• “what are we even defending here, philip? what kind of legacy? what kind of family, that says, we'll take the murder, we'll take the raping and pillaging and the colonizing, we'll scrub it up nice and neat in a museum, but oh no, you're a bloody poof? that's beyond our sense of decorum! i've bloody well had it. i've sat about long enough letting you and gran and the weight of the damned world keep me pinned, and i'm finished. i don't care. you can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse, philip. i'm done.”

• “for what it's worth,” he says to philip, “that is the bravest son of a bitch i’ve ever met.”

• “we banged it out last night” + high five

• “i've been gay as a maypole since the day i came out of mum, philip.”

• all the support for them 🥹

• bea pouring the tea on philip's lap

• “you know, i think all that cocaine i did must’ve really done a job on my reflexes!”

• henry pulls alex close and kisses him, whispers, "i love you i love you i love you."

• never 😭 tell 😭 me 😭 the 😭 odds 😭

• “my life is a cosmic joke and you're not a real person”

• “you are the absolute worst idea i’ve ever had”

• “listen, you've had your first big sex scandal. no more sitting at the kids' table.”

• how to love each other in plain sight

• “holding henry’s hand atop his own knee” in the portrait

• “all this fundraising for sobriety is going to drive me to drink”

• “i'm the prince of...here” 😭

• “you spent a month of your gap year talking to yaks in mongolia, h.”

• “i know it's a lot, but you give people hope. so, get back out there and be alex.”

• the super six 😭 (fantastic five now i guess)

• the picture of them on the cover of the magazine

• henry fixing june's hair 🥹 (NORA NOW I GUESS 😟)

[gucciforasushirestaurant]

can i request something fluffy? maybe christmas cookie baking with harry!

Cookies.

summary: baking cookies with H.

word count: 610

reading time: 2min 30sec

content warning: pet names (baby, honey, babe), illusions to trauma around the holidays.

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“Will you please focus?” you giggle. You shimmy away from Harry’s kisses to your neck, as he stands behind you, his flour-covered hands on your waist. “Go back to your station, please!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll be good,” he smirks, kissing the side of your head before taking his spot next to you, and rolling out more cookie dough. “How many more do we have to do?”

“However many we can get with the dough we have left. I overestimated how much the recipe would make.” You pout.

You may have bitten off more than you could chew, with the cookies. The baking part was the easy part, it was the decorating that would take you a while, and the more cookies you made the more you needed to decorate. And everything didn’t need to be perfect…but it had to be close to it because we're set to host Friends-mas this weekend. A test run for when you host Harry’s family on Christmas day. And, oh boy, were you nervous! You wanted to impress, you wanted to be the best host there was. You’ve been a Pinterest fiend for weeks, saving every recipe and DIY that you’ve come across. And when you saw the hand-decorated cookies, Well, you had to buy your own set of cookie cutters and decorating supplies! Your beautifully decorated cookies were planned to be everyone's party favors.

Once half of the cookies were cool enough to decorate and the last half were baking, you began decorating.

“This is the part where I’m useless.” Harry jokes, watching you dye different icings. Harry was the musician, but you were the artist, and he was sure his creations wouldn’t be up to par.

“What? No! I want you to decorate some too.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. these are supposed to be favors from the both of us.” You beam up at him, handing him a piping bag. “Now, do you want to copy me or do you wanna free hand it?”

“I’ll copy yours first until I get the hang of it.”

You went at his pace for the first few cookies, while his hands got adjusted to the piping bag in his hand. And he wasn’t too bad! They didn’t look as crisp as yours did, slightly messy but that’s what made them personal.

“Thank you,” you say quietly into the silence that falls between you. Harry sets his piping bag of icing down, for another color.

“For what, baby?”

“For baking cookies with me,” you say shyly.

“You don’t have to thank me honey, you know I love spending time with you.” He leans over kissing your cheek, and you nudge your hip to his.

“I know. But still, I used to hate this time of year. I never got to bake cookies or make a gingerbread house,” you let out a sad chuckle. “But now - I don’t know - I enjoy this time of year. It feels so cozy,” you sigh, putting the finishing touches on your cookies. "And I get to bake cookies. With you,” you smile looking over at him, and he pops a dimple.

“I love you.” Harry blurts, and you can't hold back the giggle.

“I love you too.” You look down at your work. 40 cookies it turned out. Way too many, but they all turned out adorable. “Well, we did it, baby. Yours doesn't look bad at all! You can barely tell who did what?"

“You are an adorable liar baby.” He chuckles, picking up one of his first cookies that looked a little rough around the edges, and taking a bite.

“You tried your best,” you admit with a soft smile.

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[ode2youu]

family recipes

800 words

Rated G

David/Angel & Asher/Babe

Redactober 24 week 1! Baking/cooking!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59403343

Full fic under the cut, or you can read on Ao3!

“Move it hot stuff, we’re on a time crunch.” They replied with a wink, laughing at Asher’s world-weary sigh. While the pair searched for the specified marshmallow spread, they saw a laughing Angel follow behind a visibly annoyed David, ingredients in hand. “We’re trading shopping partners. Asher, you with me, Angel, you with his mate.” the alpha announced, his partner only snickering harder.

Happy Redactober! I made a redactober prompt list! but am so So slow at writing, so I did weekly prompts and will be doing those this year! Admittedly, despite one of my main hobbies being baking, I loathe writing baking, so have them shopping for ingredients instead! This is the weakest of the prompts this month for my personal writing style, but please leave a kudos, like, or comment below if you enjoyed it!

Recipes that they use in this fic~! Wagon Wheels/MoonPies! Blueberry Loaf!

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“David, do we really need to be doing this? It’s primarily kids who are gonna be eating these. They don't care if they’re store bought or made from scratch.”

“Yes Asher. If you’re going to do something, do it right, and in this case, doing it right is making these from scratch.”

“The more you complain the more he’ll add to the list of what we’re making.” Angel laughed as they tossed a bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips into the basket being pushed by Babe, who in turn marked it off the list they were holding. Waltzing over to their mate, Angel grabbed at his arm, standing up taller to rest their chin on his shoulder.

“My love, the vegan chocolate you wanted to get is on the top shelf, I can't reach it.” they explained, eyes playful as they walked hand in hand to the neighboring aisle.

“Do you think it matters if we get the name brand or store graham crackers?” Asher pondered as he held both boxes in hand, looking to his partner for an answer.

“He wrote Nabisco brand on the list, so get those ones. They’re gonna get covered in chocolate anyways. Same with the marshmallow fluff, we wrote to get the Smuckers one, which should just be down a few shelves.” Babe explained, shrugging as they ran their highlighter through another item on the careful handwritten list.

“That’s sooo faaar though. If only I had a big strong mate to give me a ride in a cart down there.” Asher whined, setting his hands on the front of the shopping cart, his partner smiling and shaking their head, gently bumping him with the cart.

“Move it hot stuff, we’re on a time crunch.” They replied with a wink, laughing at Asher’s world-weary sigh. While the pair searched for the specified marshmallow spread, they saw a laughing Angel follow behind a visibly annoyed David, ingredients in hand.

“We’re trading shopping partners. Asher, you with me, Angel, you with his mate.” the alpha announced, his partner only snickering harder.

“It was a love tap David!” They laughed, linking arms with Babe to look over their shoulder at the list, ready to shop with the other mate.

“Slapping my ass while I get something on the top shelf in a very public store is just further proof you’re a menace.” David jokes, ire in his voice clearly feigned, giving his mate’s hand a gentle squeeze before looking at the list as well.

“We have everything for the wagon wheels, vegan and not. Now we just need the rest of the stuff for the blueberry bread.” Babe commented, crossing more things off the list in their hands. David nodded at the information.

“You go get blueberries, Ash and I will get the spices. We’ll meet you over at the checkouts.” He whispered against Angel’s hair, leaving a soft kiss in its place as he walked away with his second in command, the latter giving David just as much grief as his mate had just minutes ago.

“Let’s go hun, blueberries await us.” Babe chuckled, walking arm in arm with Angel as they made their way to produce.

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Unpacking their tote bags, Asher began the litany of excuses to begin decorating, rather than assisting with the baking, Angel falling in line behind him. Leaving to “help” him find the boxes of Halloween decorations, David waved the pair off with a small smile as they made their way to the attic. Babe watched the pair with equal love in their eyes as they set the various ingredients on the kitchen counter.

“Alright boss, what can I do to help?” They asked, watching David go through an old box of index cards, the edges long worn and loved.

“The wheels won't take long, so we should probably start the bread first. That cooks for a while.” He rationalized, haphazardly separating the ingredients between each dessert. Once he was done, he set two of the cards down in front of each, both with ornate cursive bleeding onto the pages. Babe carefully picked up the one for the blueberry bread, looking over the steps they needed to do. They had known the pack long enough to know that these were family recipes, long held by David. Babe had seen Gabe’s handwriting a handful of times, on old forms and notes that the alpha kept in his home, his handwriting was bulky and strong, so they knew that the notes were not his, but another family members.

“Are these your mom’s recipes?” They asked, the oven beeping each time they pressed the temperature button.

“Yeah. My dad used to bake from her recipes for pack events.” David hummed in response, the sting of of grief now small, the time healing the wound as best it could, while the pack helped it the rest of the way.

“I’m happy you’re baking them for a pack event too.” Babe noted with a smile, the last words spoken before the pair fell into a rhythm baking together, smiles lingering as they listened to their mates in the next room, discussing the decor intensely, smiling just as much as their partners.

[bed-chemist]

❝i got cake and i know he want a slice.❞

read the rest of the series before this chapter or you’re getting spoilers.

A/N: we're back, barbies! i successfully survived midterms so now I can breathe!! i've been working on this all week and tomorrow i promise, i'll work on my requests. a lot of y'all have been in my comments and reposts with pitchforks because joel didn't kiss ginny yet and all i have to say is, same babes. i don't make the rules (yes i do) i just enforce them. this isn't edited so ignore any mistakes. please leave feedback in the comments ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: the sweetest baker enlists joel to help her volunteer at ellie's school.

Chapter Warnings: language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), racial descriptions (tommy says black girls are his type basically), symptoms of anxiety and depression, lmk if i forgot something.

Series Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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“Taste this,” I demand Joel, shoving the spoon of icing towards his mouth.

Joel stops stacking the plastic plates, looking down at the utensil. “What did you say?” he asks with scrunched eyebrows.

I shake the fork impatiently. “Try,” I demand. He looks at me skeptically before leaning forward and taking a bite of the warm sugary liquid.

His mouth moves slowly as tastes. “Mmmhm, that’s good,” he compliments.

I want to put my hands up to hide the blush that’s inevitably covering my face right now. But I don’t want Joel to notice my reaction. “Thank you. I tweaked the recipe last week,” I say quickly, turning around so I’m not facing him.

“That’s why I’m here,” I hear Joel say.

Shaking my head, I pour the icing over the cakes. “No, you’re here because I didn’t want to be the only one working the booth today,” I defend myself.

“You would’ve called someone else,” Joel points out.

My shoulders rise with my eyebrows. “You’re probably right,” I conceded.

I enlisted Joel to do a booth with me instead of having two separate booths. Neither of us wanted to pull staff from the floor but still wanted to participate for Ellie’s sake. The two of us could handle it, with the help of some friends.

Joel and I mirror each other's movements in the kitchen. He makes sure the COVID-safe fall fest meals are ready and me adding something sweet into the mix. The hum of Taylor Swift plays in the background and I catch Joel slightly humming to ‘Welcome to New York.’ A snicker involuntary leaves my throat and I shove it down, hoping he didn’t pick up on it.

Once my job is done, I allow the dishes to clatter in the sink. The worst part about baking is the prep and the cleaning and I don’t have the energy for that right now. 

“Hello?” Madeline’s voice rings through the stairwell.

“Don’t shoot us,” Leonardo’s voice follows shortly after.

A scoff leaves my lips and I near the island to watch Joel skillfully move around the kitchen. Every move has a crafted purpose and I can practically see the blood pulsating through his veins. 

My breathing hitches and I shift in hopes of gaining composure. “I don’t even have a gun,” I pipe up.

Joel walks in front of me and motions behind me. We dance around for a little before he grunts in frustration and puts his hands on my waist. My eyes go wide as Joel easily lifts me onto the cold island before reaching behind me. “I do,” he murmurs, sliding the pan of bundt cakes toward his muscled torso.

His smirk has me wanting to strip my clothes off and give it to him in the nastiest way possible. Bad, ginny. He was just sick of you being in the way. “I don’t think that applies to this scenario, Joel,” I stress.

Joel moves from in between my legs and I turn my head to watch Leo strolling into the room confidently. “Hey, Miller,” he boasts.

“Hey,” I hear Joel respond next to me.

Maddie follows shortly behind him, wearing brown leather pants and high-heeled boots. She’s overdressed for a school event, but knowing her she’s probably looking for a husband. “Hi, Joel,” she purs, flashing him a smile.

My body turns to survey Joel’s reaction, but his poker face is stone-cold. “Nice to see you, Madeline,” he tries his hardest to force out through a smile.

It’s not that Joel doesn’t like Madeline, she’s just an acquired taste. Too much time around her can drive you crazy and sometimes when Joel picks Ellie up from the bakery, Madeline is sobbing her eyes out with a glass of wine in her hand. 

“Didn’t know you were working the party, man,” Leo notes once he and Madeline cross the large open floor plan into the kitchen.

“Joel’s daughter, Ellie, goes to school with Dina,” I tell Leo, motioning towards Joel.

Madeline nods, sliding into the bar stool and putting her shiny silver purse on the counter. “That makes sense.  What are you making?” she leans forward and asks Joel.

Joel rolls his shoulder forward, hunching over to plate the food. “Thanksgiving meals. Each meal comes with turkey and 3 sides. My brother Tommy’s bringing the rest,” he informs her.

Maddie's eyes light up and a smirk creeps onto her face. “I didn’t know you had a brother. Is he a chef, too?” she asks, voice laced with mischief.

Joel shrugs, not bothering to make eye contact with her. “Mostly just a pain in my ass but, yeah. He helps out at the Austin from time to time,” he grumbles.

“That's awesome! Is he cute?” Maddie asks excitedly.

“Maddie!” I hiss towards the blonde.

Joel’s phone buzzes on the counter next to us and he picks it up, turning the screen towards the group. “That would be him,” he says, shaking the device lightly.

Once Joel exits the room, I hit Maddie on the arm with the back of my palm. “What?! Not everyone has a Michelin-star chef whipping meals in their kitchen trying to get in your pants,” she frowns.

My eyes widen and I feel the sudden urge to yank my hair out. Now I know why Joel tugs on his roots. “Joel’s not– he’s not,” I stammer, pausing to collect my breath. “Joel’s not trying to get in my pants,” I sigh.

Maddie raises a brow, looking me up and down. “I beg to differ,” she counters.

Jumping down from the counter, I start to pick up where Joel left off with the meals. “He doesn’t have time to– Leo, don’t eat that,” I swat Leo’s hand, stopping him from picking up a bundt cake prematurely.

Leo winces, putting his hands up in defense before sliding into the bar stool. “So, how’s things been between you two?” he questions.

My brows furrow and I feel confusion wash over me. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean, you’ve been seeing each other for what, a month. Right?” he asks.

Maddie snickers next to me and I shake my head, resuming my careful placing of the assorted dessert flavors. “No, Leo. We literally haven’t even been on a date,” I point out.

Leo twists back and forth in the spinning chairs like a child who’s bored out of his mind. “That means nothing,” he scoffs.

My head tilts and I point the spatula at Leo. “To you, you whore. To me it means something. We’re just friends,” I inform him.

Leo purses his lips and his brows furrow. “Oh, fuck off,” he nips at me.

“What?” I ask him.

Leo rolls his eyes and I want to lean forward to snatch them out of his socket. “I still don’t know how you’re blind to him flirting,” he complains.

Maybe I am reading things wrong. Maybe Joel is interested. “If he flirts with me so much, why hasn’t he asked me out on a date or kissed me?” I ask the pair confused.

My head darts back and forth between my friends. “Maybe he just wants to take things slow,” Maddie tries to explain.

Leo clears his throat and my head whips to face his. “Yup. You said yourself he has a daughter,” he shrugs.

My eyes look at the clock to check and see if we’re doing good on time. Ellie and Dina will be bursting in at any moment. They don’t need to be privy to this conversation. 

Once I have my confirmation, I refocus on the to-go containers in front of me. “Then why would he and his daughter sleep in my bed with me the other night?” I ask. 

Maddie's jaw drops and her eyes widen. “You slept in the same bed together?!” She practically shrieks.

“Yeah, I told you,” I remind her.

Maddie shakes her head in disbelief. “No, you told me they stayed the night. Not that you were cuddled up with Joel Miller,” she hisses.

I shake my head and begin pleading my case, “I wasn't cuddled up with him. Ellie had a sit–”

Joel walks in and I shut myself up, my eyes immediately finding his. “Hey y’all, I want to introduce you to my brother, Tommy,” he bellows with a smile, stepping to the side. 

A man a bit younger than Joel steps through my entryway, his hair slightly slicked back. He’s not my type, but he’s definitely Maddie’s. I stop placing the cakes in the to-go boxes, crossing the floor to meet them halfway. “Come on in. It’s nice to meet you,” I smile, putting my hand on his arm to pull him into the kitchen.

Tommy looks down at me and smiles. “Likewise. Heard a lot about you,” he confesses with warmth in his voice.

Fucking attractiveness and charm must run in the family. “Good things, I hope,” I suggest to Tommy, peering up at him.

Tommy nods, chuckling a bit. “Fantastic things, darlin’,” he assures me and I almost melt. It’s good to know that Joel and Ellie talk about me positively.

When we get to the kitchen, Maddies is already standing seemingly posing by the counter. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Madeline,” she flirts, extending her hand for him to shake.

I let go of his jacket, sliding into Maddie’s seat at the bar. “Tommy,” he shakes her hand before awkwardly turning toward me.

He raises his brow almost as if he’s asking how I know them silently. “Madeline and Leo are my friends from elementary school,” I quickly explain.

Tommy lets out an ah sound, nodding a bit before Leo clears his throat. “Nice to meet you, man,” Leo chimes.

“Likewise,” Tommy returns.

I clap my hands softly, clasping them together in front of my chest. “Now, Tommy. I hate to put you to work but can you help me carry this stuff out to the van?” I request.

Tommy smiles, pushing his hair back with his fingers. “Of course,” he agrees.

My body turns towards my best friends. “Maddie, can you and Leo grab the cookie tubs and put them in the other van?” I ask the pair.

“I can do it by myself,” Leo grumbles and I realize I’ve hurt his ego.

“I know you can. Maddie is just the brains of the operation,” I soothe him.

Maddie snickers and Leo rolls his eyes. “Fine, let’s go brain,” he says, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“Aye aye, Pinky,” Maddie salutes him as they stomp out of the room.

Tommy and I get to work grabbing the Fall Fest dinners and putting them into a large box. After they’re stacked on a dolly, we begin to load them one by one onto the first bakery van. A comfortable silence fills the van as we secure the last of the food. “So, are you single?” I ask Tommy, attempting to play matchmaker for Maddie.

Tommy wipes his hands on his pants and my nose scrunches. Later he’s going to wonder where that stain came from… men. “Depends on who’s asking,” he drawls suspiciously.

I scoff, hopping down out of the van. “You and Leo are the biggest whores I’ve ever met. It’s a simple question Tommy,” I rant before forcefully pushing another box towards him.

Tommy stops the box from moving so quickly across the large metal floor paneling. “Who’s asking, Ginny?” he directs.

My leg bounces and the ways Maddie will kill me for this runs through my brain. “Madeline,” I jabber, hoping he won't tell her.

Tommy looks up at me blinking rapidly. His mouth forms a large o and his brows furrow. “I’m single, but I’m not interested,” he declares.

I put my hands on my hips. “What do you mean you’re not interested? She’s literally perfect,” I say, pointing out the fact that she’s a blonde with blue eyes. She’s every man in America’s dream.

Tommy shrugs. “Hate to say it but we Millers have a type. She’s beautiful, just not my cup of tea if you catch my drift,” he explains resuming his work.

Ohhhh. I didn’t know the Millers prefer brown women. But then again, I’ve never actually been to Joel's house or seen a picture of Sarah, or his exes. How the fuck was I supposed to know? “100%” I confirm, pushing him another box. “Can I ask you something?” I ask.

“Depends-” Tommy starts and I cut him off.

“On what it is I know,” I snap, gnawing on my bottom lip. “How do I say this?” I think out loud.

Tommy's choleric disposition takes over his face, similar to Joel's when he’s had enough. “Whatever it is spit it out,” he growls lowly.

The sweat on my forehead collects and I feel like hot water is being poured onto my scalp. But I have to know how Joel feels about me, and Tommy would know. “Is Joel interested in me?” I blurt, feeling like I’ve finally submerged myself in a cool bath.

Tommy doesn’t say anything, he just purses his lips. The comfort I felt turns into pain when the water turns into ice. My body is frozen and I’m rendered speechless.

I want to flee. I need to get out of here. I shouldn’t have asked. “Oh my god,” I finally speak.

“Mmmhm,” Tommy hums, motioning for me to pass him another box so I can continue t

I rub my eyebrows as the pit in my stomach fills with anxiety. “Oh god, Tommy. What am I gonna do?” I ask, unable to stand anymore with the alley seemingly spinning.

I take a seat in the back of the truck, putting my head in my hands. “What do you want to do?” Tommy asks.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you,” I groan towards the ground.

“Well the way I see it, lean into it or tell him so he doesn’t fall harder for ya,” he advises.

My brain runs through all the moments that I’ve had with Joel. How the first day we met he offered to cook for me. Every lingering touch, all the compliments he’s given me, when vulnerable he’s been with me. You don’t do that with someone who’s just a friend. 

I peel my hands away from my face with realization. “Oh my gosh, he’s been sending so many signals. I’m going to throw up,” I groan.

Tommy steps out of the van, looking down at me. “Please don’t,” he pleads.

Suddenly, Joel comes around the corner at the most inappropriate time. These Millers just pop up anywhere and one day, they’re going to make me piss myself. They need a bell on their ankles. He hands the last boxes to Tommy and I pray to the gods above he didn’t overhear our conversation. “Don’t what?” Joel asks.

Fuck. My body tenses and I try to focus on containing the bile rising in my throat. “Ginny’s feelin’ dizzy. I’m almost finished here. She’s just gonna sit for a second,” he tells his brother.

Joel sits down on the metal butt of the truck next to me. He puts his hand in my lap, palm facing up towards me. I accept his offer, intertwining our fingers. “You need anything, sugar?” he asks sweetly, and I sigh.

I nod, running the back of his hands with my thumb. Attentive Joel is my favorite, but only because I’m an attention whore. “Can you get me a Coke from the fridge? Maybe I just need some caffeine,” I request.

Joel nods, trying to let go of my hand. Although I don’t want him to, I allow him to disconnect from me. “Of course, I’ll be right back,” he says, petting my head before turning around and disappearing behind the van.

A sigh of relief slips my lips and I try to refocus on calming my breathing. “So are you?” I hear Tommy say behind me.

I scoot back against the inside of the van walls, allowing the sides to cool me down. “Am I what?” I ask him with a raised brow.

“Are you single?” he reiterates.

A smirk creeps onto my lips. “Depends on who’s asking,” I taunt him.

“Joel,” Tommy cuts straight to the point, unlike me.

I giggle and I feel like the panic has finally subsided. “Yeah, I’m single,” I tell him.

Tommy finishes securing the last box and he turns around to face me. He puts his hands on his upper thigh, leaning on one leg. Jesus Christ, now that’s attractive. “And open? Ready?” he interrogates.

I nod, sliding out of the truck. “Tommy, I mean it. Make sure Joel knows how ready,” I say to him as he shuts the back doors.

Joel turns off the engine to the bakery van, having pulled into the spot at the school where vendors unload. He turns to me and flashes me a smile. “You alright?” he asks concerned.

After that conversation with Tommy, I needed more than just a Coke. I needed multiple shots of tequila. I forced Tommy and Maddie to join me, leaving Joel and Leo the only sober people to drink the trucks.

I nod, and my body bobs unstabily. “Yes,” I slur.

Joel shakes his head and his head falls back. He lets out a loud bellowing laugh, holding his stomach and I know he’s caught me in the lie. “Well, you are not talking to any parents tonight,” he chuckles, wiping his hands over his face.

I roll my eyes at him. “I wasn’t planning on it. Besides, all the moms are going to be all over hot Chef Miller,” I complain, hoping he doesn’t notice my jealousy. 

He laughs again and it’s so beautiful, I want to make his laugh featuring Ellie’s giggle my alarm clock so I can wake up peacefully. Snap the fuck out of it, Imogen. “That’s not going to happen,” Joel says, opening his door.

I don’t get to respond before he shuts it, jogging over to my side to retrieve me. Joel opens the door and I’m reading to pounce. “Yes, the fuck it is,” I counter, feeling my emotional drunk alter ego arise.

Joel leans against the door frame, extending his hand to help me down. “Well good thing I don’t want any of them,” he claims.

I accept his hand, looking at him with hope in my eyes. “Really?” I ask.

Joel’s pupils dilate and he flashes me a smile. “Really,” he confirms, putting his hands on my hips.

He guides me until my back is pressed against the cool metal of the truck. His eyes flicker down to my lips before back up to me. If he’s going to do anything, he better do it now before someone sees us.

“Joel!” “Ginny!” I hear Ellie and Dina’s voices call from behind Joel. Fuck, scratch a bell bracelet. They need a fucking air horn.

Joel steps back, putting some space between us. “Hey kiddo,” he greets her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Fucking cock blocking crotch demons. Let it go, Imogen. He was probably just trying to perform a wellness check on you. “Hey, Dina,” I say, teetering over to her in my heels.

“Thanks for coming,” I hear Ellie say to her dad.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I hear Joel say before the second van pulls up in the spot next to us.

Ellie gasps when she sees who’s in the passenger seat. She slams her hand on the glass window, effectively scaring Leo who’s on the other side. “Uncle Tommy!” she cheers before running over to the passenger side.

Joel leans over until his lips are touching my ear. “It’s always ‘Uncle Tommy, Uncle Tommy.’ But never ‘Dad’,” he complains in a whisper.

I sway a bit, unstable from the drinking. “Patience, young padawan,” I quote Star Wars to him.

Joel wraps his arms around my waist to stabilize me. Dina’s eyes look us up and down. She leans forward and sniffs the air in front of my face. “Ginny, are you drunk?” she asks loudly.

“Shhhhh. You’ll tell the whole fucking school,” I shush her, pulling her towards me so Leo can get out of the car.

Dina snickers, lacing her hand in mine. “Come on, we’re walking to the corner store for snacks before it starts,” she enlists me.

I nod excitedly, thinking about the possibility of having slushies and Hot funyons. “Count me in. Got any cash, Joel?” I ask the resourceful man. He’s bound to have something on him and I don’t feel like bringing my purse.

He nods, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a brown leather wallet. “Mmhm. Take Tommy with you, Sugar,” he hands me back two twenties and I gladly accept them, slipping them into Dina’s hands.

I wine, squirming a bit. “But Joel, Maddie will be with us. All girls with Tommy would just be weird,” I complain.

Joel brushes past me, heading towards the back of the trucks. “I don’t care, you’re both drunk. You need someone out there lookin’ after y’all,” he says over his shoulder.

Dina tugs my hands a couple of times, dancing in place. “Awwww,” she coos.

I cover my mouth to try to stop the giggle that slips out. He’s cute when he’s all protective and shit. “Hehe. Does he have a gun?” I ask, pulling Dina towards the back with me.

Joel grabs the handle, opening the heavy doors. “Yes,” he answers.

“Well okay, as long as he doesn’t bother us,” I conceded.

The 3 others from the van join us along with Ellie. Dina immediately ditches me, joining her now best friend. “Tommy, walk with them to the store,” Joel commands his brother.

“Why can’t Leo do it?” Tommy groans like a child.

Joel takes out the Dolly to start unloading the items. “Because Leo’s sober, and I need his help with this shit,” he states frustratedly. 

Leo snickers, walking over to the truck to start unloading the boxes. “Ahem,” I clear my throat at Joel.

That fucker forgot one crucial part. “And stay ten paces behind them,” he adds.

Tommy puts his hands up. “Fine by me. I don’t wanna know you’re girly bullshit anyways,” he jeers.

Madeline pats him on the shoulders. “That’s what they all say, Tommy,” she argues.

Maddie links her arm with mine. “We’ll see you guys later,” I say to Joel before joining the teenagers for the walk down the block.

We walk through the parking lot for a bit before entering the school. Whenever I have a drop of liquor in me, I have the urge to Irish goodbye. I drag Maddie with me until were walking closer behind the girls. “We should really lose him,” I suggest.

Ellie looks over her shoulder at Tommy before nodding at Dina. “Okay, follow us,” Dina intrusts.

I nod as we move quickly through the hall taking a left and running into a room. We quickly shut the door behind us, and I peer out the window waiting for Tommy to walk by. When he does, he looks confused turning around in circles. I snicker and he seemingly hears. I quickly pulls my head away from the small plexiglass, hoping he didn’t notice me. “Did we lose him?” Ellie asks, looking over my shoulder.

Maddie takes matters into her own hands, stepping past me to check. “Coast is clear,” she informs us with a smile.

We break out into laughter and I feel like I’ve just pulled off the greatest inside job ever. “Let’s go,” Dina says, reaching for the door handle.

When we get to the store, I bolt toward the Slurpee machine. I grab the largest cup size, filling it with cherry and coke flavors. Once my drink is secured, I grab and fill two cups for Tommy and Joel. Ellie finds me, grabbing Joel's cup, and together we wander the store looking for the spicy chips. 

I snatch three bags from the top shelf, figuring someone will stick their fingers in my bag and piss me off. It’s always good to have extras. “You know, I’d be okay if my dad dated someone like you,” Ellie pipes up randomly next to me.

I almost drop the Slurpee onto the tile floor beneath me. “Oh. Where is this coming from?” I ask her with a raised brow.

She grabs some chips before we walk towards the candy aisle to meet with Maddie and Dina. “He asked me if I was okay with him dating someone the other day,” she leaves me hanging on her every word.

“What’d you say?” I dig deeper.

She turns towards me with a smirk on her lips. “I said I wouldn’t care as long as it was you,” she admits.

The door to the corner store dings and Tommy is pushed in by the windy city. He looks pissed as fuck as he stomps over towards us. “The hell? Your dad is gonna kill me if he finds out–” he starts before Ellie cuts him by shoving a Slurpee in his hand.

“He’ll be fine. Let’s go, Uncle Tommy,” she motions towards the counter.

By the time we’re back in the gym, everything is set up. Joel graciously accepts the Slurpee, which turns his tongue blue, sending Ellie into a fit of giggles. Now hours later, I walk around the gym shopping at other booths with Madeline. I can’t deny that every time I look at Joel, our eyes link for a second too long. The simple interaction causes my breath to catch in my chest every time, and I try to ignore it. 

After some time, we’re finished looking in the main gym, and we head into the hall to see the art auction pieces. Eligible students can create anything they want; a poem, a painting, or a sculpture to put up for action. The people who come to Fall Fest pledge money towards an art piece, and the money earned goes towards the student’s college tuition.

We stroll down the hall, mindlessly chatting about which pieces we want to bid on before Maddie points at a specific piece. “That’s fucking gorgeous,” she blusters.

A smile creeps on my face when I look closer at the signature. The familiar white calligraphy makes my heart sing. “It’s Ellie’s,” I boast about the talented young girl.

“Now I see why she’s painting the mural. This is some good shit. I’ve gotta commission her for some art,” Maddie rambles, seemingly entranced by the swirls of paint before her.

I nod, smiling at the though of Ellie becoming an artist of some kind. “She’d probably love that,” I tell her.

When I turn around, I see Joel walking through the door of the large hall. His eyes dart around till he finds me, b-lining for us. He stands in front of me awkwardly and when Maddie turns around, she jumps from being startled a bit. “Well, I’m gonna just go look…” she trails off, effectively excusing herself.

“Can we talk?” Joel asks, tilting his head towards a darker secluded hall.

“Yeah,” I say to him, pulling him into the area not lit by prison lighting.

Once we’re alone, I lean back against the wall. “What’s wrong?” I tilt my head attempting to cajole him into telling me.

“Nothin’ it’s just, I’ve bit my tongue 'cause I was unsure if–” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “I enjoy spendin’ time with you, Ginny. You’ve become important to me and you should know that I care about you deeply, sugar,” he confesses.

Oh, I wasn’t expecting that. This train has a one-way route towards the friend zone. “I care about you too Joel! And I like spending time with you too. And Ellie,” I sadly follow his lead.

Joel steps closer, putting his hand over my head and leaning forward. “I just really don’t wanna lose you,” he expresses, voice laced with sincerity.

My hands snake up around his waist and I grip the grey shirt he’s wearing. “How would you lose me, Joel?”

Joel's eyes stay fixed on mine and the brown in his eyes swirls like hot chocolate. “Sugar, I feel more than just a friendship level for ya. I like you,” he stresses.

“Oh, Joel. I’m not going anywhere. I wouldn’t,” I promise him, pulling him closer so our upper bodies are pressed towards each other.

He sighs, looking down at the ground between us. “I know, but telling you that means changing our relationship. I don’t want to scare you and I didn’t know–” he starts before I tap his side, cutting him off.

“Joel, I like you too. Like… a lot,” I confirm.

His head quickly rises and he sighs, “Oh.”

I’m starting to feel embarrassed by the whole situation. “Dear, god. I-I don’t know why my brain goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going crazy. I feel like a high schooler,” I falter.

Joel chuckles, leaning forward to press his forehead onto mine. I clear my throat, impatient tugging at his side. “So, I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” I murmur.

Joel takes his forehead off of mine, searching my face seemingly wary of crossing the line. All he’s going to find is my stupid shit-eating grin. “Are you sure?” Joel asks for consent and I think it’s the most sexy thing I’ve ever heard leave a man's lips.

“Positive,” I nod, radiating with excitement.

“Okay,” he sighs and a wolfish grin creeps onto his face.

His hands slide up to my neck, pulling me closer. “Okay,” I murmur.

He grabs the back of my neck, crashing his lips onto mine. We both smile into the kiss and I force a giggle back down my throat. My lips open slightly, granting him entrance. His warm tongue dances with mine and I marvel at the taste of whiskey and apple on his lips. It’s filled with so much passion, that I feel like my heart is about to explode.

His fingers thread into my hair, massing my scalp as he kisses me. I moan into his mouth and my clit pulsates with a hunger for him. He disconnects our lips, leaving us both panting because of the other. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” I murmur against his lips.

“Probably better,” Joel grunts before pulling back and motioning towards the hard member protruding through his jeans.

“Joel, oh my gosh,” I giggle, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around his torso. “Can I have one more?” I practically salivate, batting my lashes at him.

Joel nods, snaking his hand back around my neck. His thumb strokes my jaw and I lean into him. “Mmmhm,” he hums, dipping his head back down.

His lips connect with mine and my tongue continues to explore his map. I want to stay in this moment forever. It feels like a dream and I don’t want to wake up. His lips are surprisingly soft and I kick myself for not doing this months ago.

The smacking of our lips is apparent when we pull back this time and I know my face is covered in pink flush. “Damn it. I was supposed to do this right. Date first, then kiss,” he curses himself.

I giggle, standing on my tip-toes to press a kiss against his cheek. “Joel, I asked you to kiss me. Besides, we’ve known each other for months,” I acknowledge our past.

Joel nods, but he doesn’t seem ready to let it go. “You’re right, but still. Can I take you out on a date?” he pleads.

I’m practically bouncing on my toes, my mind racing with thoughts of my future with Joel. Relax Ginny, he just asked you out on one date. “Yes,” I blurt.

Joel chuckles at my excitement, taking a step back and lacing his hand with mine. “When are you free next?” he turns to me and asks as we walk back to the gym.

“Thursday, but it’s Thanksgiving. After that, on Friday. Speaking of, do you guys have any plans for the holiday?” I inquire.

Joel shakes his head, confirming my suspicions. “No, just me, Tommy, and Ellie eating at an undecided time,” he informs me.

“How about you join me at Maddie’s house? Her family always orders catering for Thanksgiving,” I offer, hoping he’ll grace me with his presence sooner than a week from now. I get we’re both busy food industry owners, which I love, I just don’t think I can wait that long to be in a romantic setting with him.

“I know. They’ve put in an order at The Austin for the past two years,” Joel dictates and I nod. Just my luck, the man’s food I’ve been shoveling into my mouth for the past 6 holidays is also the man I’m trying to date.

I poke his muscular bicep with my free hand. “Even better, you can personally deliver it and tell everyone who doesn’t like it that they’re wrong. Just like you did on my birthday,” I joke with him and he puts his hands on his chest, seemingly hurt by my statement.

“I’m sorry about that, darlin’. Really I am,” Joel apologizes.

I tug on his hand, trying to grab his attention and snap him out of a spiral. “I’m fucking with you, Joel. Please come. I’m sure Ellie would love it,” I practically beg him.

Joel pauses, looking up to think about it. He’s probably worried about how unpredictable his two family members would be in this setting. “Okay, we’ll come,” he concedes, finally.

“Good. I’ll text you the details. You’re standing straighter,” I beam, pointing out his posture change.

Joel chuckles, rubbing his thumb across mine soothingly. “I feel like a house just lifted off my back. I’ve had my eyes on you since June 30th,” he confesses.

I smirk, leaning closer to him. “So Maddie was right, you were practically drolling on my shoulder,” I taunt.

“She said that?” he asks with furrowed brows.

I nod, attempting not to give him too much information. “Mmmhm,” I hum.

He tugs on my hand, stopping me in my tracks before I reach the entryway. “I’m not going to deny that, Sugar,” he looks me up and down like I’m a meal he wants to ravish.

The thought of us fucking turns me on even more, and I have to remind myself we’re in a high school. “Okay, one last kiss before we’re back in the gym?” I use my siren eyes against him, peering up at him through my lashes.

“I like how you think,” Joel mumbles, sliding his free hand up and around the front of my neck. He gently pulls me forward, connecting our lips one final time. A wave of relief hits me, and I moan as his tongue dances with mine in the filthiest way. Me and Joel Miller are going out on a date.

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