#and ofc there's all these fun flavors!!!!

[hayaku14]

gymnast kaito x sharpshooter shinichi meet-cute in the olympics au

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ough the absolute Rarepair i have in my head rn.... it literally has not been done yet

[whimsicalcotton]

rly specific stims that are Unmatched

-- when your cat sits in your lap and leans over your arm a bit and makes little tiny biscuits and you can feel the tips of their claws just barely digging into your skin

-- eating a whole handful of jolly ranchers and then topping it off with something sour and you can feel it buzzing between your molars and you know your tongue is gonna be mad at you tomorrow but in the moment it's so worth it

-- being the big spoon and slinging every available limb over gf and holding onto them like a sloth

[bonestrouslingbones]

(x)(x) some more bc i guess this is what i decided to do with my day 😔

[vanyafresita]

decided yesterday i wanted to make a zine... and now i have TWO of them planned with sketches of the pages and everything lmfaooo

nobody can stop me now 😛

[arolesbianism]

JUST GOT THE LOG WHERE NIKOLA. THE. THE "EVIL" LOG. WHAT RHE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK? that was. a lot of lore all at once. and this is a phrase i normally reserve for olivia but. NIKOLA WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

YEAH IK RIGHT. Nikola is so fucked he's a rabbit hole that just keeps going, and "evil" in particular is sooooo fascinating because it's one of the like what 2 logs that we can be pretty sure are towards the end of the timeline, and it's the only one that gives us a real look into how fucked gravitas was at the end. Nikola in particular is soooo fascinating to see in that log because in other logs we see him mentioned in, managing the temporal bow wasn't his job, or at least if it was he was perfectly capable of leading other ambitious projects on the side, which I find unlikely but it is technically possible. So the question of what the fuck happened with him is soooo fascinating, and it's a big part of the reason he's one of my favorites among the scientists

[mantisgodsdomain]

As we scroll art fight we continue to be shocked & baffled by the hard rules people have. You people... care, about if your character is drawn with someone else's character? You have hard rules about only shipping your character with one monogamous partner??? What?????

[silverselfshippingchaos]

yeah but. pizza dates with d.ante.

[sweeneydino]

Already on episode 8.

They really said trauma in flavor text.

Warning for Spoilers below

Can't wait for all the screenshots soon 😤

Interesting how their blood is mutagen or atleast can mutate those that ingest it. I guess Mikey now has a son.... pigeon pete-

Love how leatherhead immediately adopted him.

Ough the self deprecating from each turtle and their different perspectives on what happened is perfect. Leo being nothing without his brothers, Raph wanting to be stronger to protect them, Donnie believing hes just the tech guy and Mikey feeling out of place. I can already see the potential for first.

And this bishop... she's a bishop alright, or well, similar to 03 bishop in wanting to eliminate all mutants, a "human threat" while also ending up endangering humans in their attempts. Same motives for different reasons. Mutants(or really a mutant) destroyed what she loved, something for her sister who I'm not sure is dead or she just really loves her.

One thing I must thank my turtle posters for is so far no 2012apriltello/caseytello/capriltello or whatever love story equivalent with the leopril. It's so refreshing and actually is very cute. Leo still has a crush it's just not blasted into your eyes, and I couldn't be more happy.

They included alot of possibly forgotten characters(I say possibly because some haven't watch the older versions, and thats okay), there is Angel who reminds me alot of Kendra, Hun appears again as a possible bro to Raph, ofc pigeon pete Michelangelo's son(I will not explain) and you already heard of bishop. There's probably more but I'm only half way in and I took a break to get some food.

If you can, you should watch it, it's very fun and silly, also, possible angst. The music is great, and the art and animation are fan-fucking-tastic like, holy shit, but that's to be expected (if you plan to watch it, read tags plz)

Overall I give 10/10, would give hun a chicken

Oh, and there's Rod, I guess.

Edit: Omfg is Splinter the Rat King?

Edit 2: Yes... yes he is.

I should've mentioned it before, but I love how we are getting to see the turtles interacting with their cousins and other... family members(scumbug ajshshjs). I also live how rockstrady and bebop are THOSE cousins. Always getting into trouble, making stuff worse but you can't help but love em

[boltwrites]

I need a Logan/Wade/Reader fic where reader is dating Wade (before movie) and meets Logan, sees how he acts with Wade, and makes a ton of “just fuck already” jokes that Wade (ofc) encourages and it pisses Logan off until he does one day (reader included lol) 😏

A/N: i'm going to have to make a part 2 for this, since this is pretty much solely humor and reader making fun of wade and logan. i will be making a part 2 for the smut, though. mark my fucking words.

some things to note: reader is stated as polyamorous and LGBT (no specific label is mentioned). also, lots of sex jokes and fourth wall breaks lmao.

You were used to Wade bringing around some strange characters. Usually, they thought he had drugs or something (which he did, most of the time. Until they all mysteriously went missing right before his birthday party. Almost like his unsavory lifestyle was suddenly sanitized for wider consumption. Hm. Weird.) Sometimes they wanted money - other times it seemed more likely that Wade was holding them for ransom and relapsing into his merc days. But that wasn't really your business.

The point to your opening statement was: you didn't really want to fuck Wade's friends. Astonishing, really - you went to high school with a group of weird kids that all turned out to be some flavor of L,G,B or T and as such, you either wanted to or did fuck most of them. But Wade's friends? They just lacked a little something-something. Al was too old and too high most of the time. Yukio and her gruff girlfriend were far too young for you. Colossus was too Russian. Vanessa was Wade's ex - which would have been hot, honestly - but you weren't the biggest fan of how the two of them handled the post-breakup, and therefore she was off limits. But Peter... maybe...?

No. No, if you fucked Peter, Wade would never let you hear the end of it.

So, you were typically relegated to Wade, and Wade alone, which was more than fine by you. That insane healing factor meant the man could go all night, and he was naturally (or, unnaturally. Mutantly?) ribbed for your pleasure. Nice.

So when he came back from his most recent world-saving (multiverse saving?) adventure, you expected him to bring back maybe some kind of bright-eyed teenage sidekick, or a wacky off-the-wall team up, like Dopinder.

Ah, right, Dopinder. God, you would have fucked him. Sadly, the man was staunchly monogamous like some kind of fucking freak.

Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, when you walked into Wade's unbirthday party? He had company. And the company? Hot. Old. Man.

Oh no. Your fucking weakness.

You'd really never forgive Wade for evaporating Cable before you had a chance with him.

Maybe this was his make-up present.

And said present - or, man, shouldn't objectify - could not take his damn eyes off Wade. Glaring at him, huffing a little half-chuckle when Wade insulted someone with a joke, rolling his eyes as Wade recounted some story of their conquests with exaggerated arm movements and wild, unnecessary additions.

Oh my god. Oh my god? Did Wade fuck him before you could? That bitch!

You scoffed to yourself as you threw your jacket on the coat rack - or was that Peter? Who gives a shit. You were on a mission. You sauntered straight up to Wade, no greeting or preamble, and tossed your arm around his shoulders, setting your ass down right in his lap.

"Oh, hell yeah! There's my sugar ass-" Wade grinned at you, and you just rolled your eyes and planted a big kiss on his bald forehead. Thank god, he'd stopped wearing that dumbass hair. It made him look like a social studies teacher. And not a good one - like one of the ones that just took the job so that he could coach the JV boy's soccer team, and he's not even very good at that. Anyway.

Wade wrapped an arm around you, and you adjusted yourself on his lap, hazarding a glance over at the man sitting next to him. His eyes flit from Wade to you, then to Wade again, brow scrunched a little closer together than when you'd first seen him.

"Wolvie, meet my little discord kitten. And you-" he broke the fourth wall, just to look you straight in the eyes. "This, is the big bad wolf. Er-ine. Yeah. Yeah, that works."

"Wade," you replied, trying not to think about the fact that he just looked into your eyes like you were a camera on the Office. "You never told me you were bringing home a third. I would have brought the nice strap."

The man - Wolvie? Wolverine? Whatever - choked on his beer, and shot Wade a confused, accusatory glare.

"What about the-"

Wolvie gestured in the direction of Vanessa, and Wade's eyes widened, his mouth actually fell open. And this time, it wasn't fake or sarcastic shock, but actual, genuine emotion.

"Oh, no no no - that metal skull of yours really is dense, isn't it, peanut?" He knocked on Wolvie's forehead with way more force than he would use on any normal human, and the man batted Wade's hand away like a pissy tom cat, lip curled over his teeth in a growl.

That was. Hot. Ok.

Wade continued talking anyway - as he always did.

"No, Vanessa? Lovely lady, don't get me wrong - but that ship sailed loooong ago, my temporally-challenged friend," Wade sighed, squeezing the arm that was around your shoulder. "No - that relationship was, as the kids say - 'lacking in communication and emotional openness' - oh, and she made me feel like chicken shit for not being a superhero!"

"Babe, you did that to yourself," you shook your head at him. Really - Vanessa and Wade had just grown apart. She'd looked into more gainful employment, and Wade had followed, struggling to integrate into whatever the fuck "proper" society was. What really happened was that Wade blamed himself for her death and tied way too much of his self-worth to their relationship. And Vanessa - well, she just didn't feel safe with him anymore. It wasn't her fault; it was the PTSD. But it still hurt him. It was better for the both of them to part ways. You always knew Wade still held a torch for her, but you didn't mind much in a relationship sense. You were polyamorous - your man loving multiple people didn't bother you. What did matter was the fact that for Wade's mental health - or what little of it remained - he shouldn't be trying to get with that woman again.

"Yeah! I know! I was getting to that - shh," he pressed a finger to your lips and you kissed it, which made him go "aww" before returning to his rambling. "Anyway, while I was on this beautiful journey of self-discovery, I realized so many things, buttercup."

He sighed, cupping your cheek. "The Avengers are absolute booty ass - without their mainstay former drug addict, I'm afraid they lost out on the crowd of little white girls that want to fuck older men, and we all know that demographic is vital to the longevity of a franchise. Furthermore, the Honda Odyssey fucks hard, which means I have to re-examine my vehicle-related inherent biases. Oh, and also - I'm not a hero. Can't pretend to be some kind of 'normie.' So I'd rather be a freak with the rest of the rejects."

Wade gestured to the rest of the party, and your grin widened, arms wrapping tight around his neck and pulling him in for a stupid, sloppy kiss. God, that's what you'd been trying to tell him for goddamn ages. Thank fuck, the whole multiverse just had to be threatened for him to realize it. You should have expected it - that's just kind of how men are.

Wolverine cleared his throat, and you pulled away, patting Wade on the chest. The older man looked at the both of you with trepidation, like he might be interrupting something. Your heart skipped a little - he really did like Wade, didn't he? Well -

"That's great, baby," you patted Wade's cheek. "Glad you had to experience whatever is closest to death for you to realize what's really important. That's so incredibly healthy and absolutely viable in the long-term."

Wolvie chuckled, grinning at both you and your boyfriend. Oh no - not only was he hot, he was pretty. That stupid little cat ear hair wasn't helping, especially not when he was laughing at your joke.

You took the opportunity to raise your leg just enough to brush your calf along the inside of his knee, and his eyes immediately flicked to yours, smile faltering as he calculated whether to lean into it or shy away.

"Thank you, I so appreciate you, baby-boo-" Wade nuzzles his nose against your cheek and you giggled, biting your lip to quell your laugh as you tried to watch both boys. "But if I remember correctly, before we went on this plot-hole addressing rant, you said something about the good strap?"

He waggled his hairless brows, and your gaze flicked between the two of them again - Wade, eager and grinning; Wolvie, tense and most certainly blushing.

"Yeah," you sighed dramatically, waving your hand in the direction of the refreshments table. "Unfortunately, the food at this party isn't bottom friendly. Shame."

"Fuck!" Wade cursed, head snapping forward in frustration. "I knew Peter forgot something! That insensitive metrosexual!"

You snorted, shook your head as your gaze pulled to Wolverine, you dragged your leg just a little higher.

"Oh, don't worry about it. If your friend here wants, we could recreate your favorite Lonely Island music video."

Said friend's brow knit, his jaw clenched as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, as if you'd translate your Wade-speak for him.

Thankfully, your boyfriend did it for you, with an exaggerated gasp for comedic effect.

"3-Way (The Golden Rule) (Featuring Lady Gaga & Justin Timberlake)?" He cried, leaning over so that he could smush his face closer to yours. You waggled your eyebrows suggestively.

He all but squealed, kicking his feet to the point where he almost launched you straight out of his lap.

"You hear that, Logan-boy? It won't even be gay - with a honey in the middle there's some leeway," he gestured to you dramatically, jazz-hands and all.

"It might be a little gay," you whispered in Wolvie - Logan's? - direction.

Either way, it seemed like something one of you said made the poor man short-circuit. He was just looking at the two of you like Wade was regrowing a baby head.

"It is, like, a genuine offer," you clarified for him. "We're not fucking with you - well. Wade's always fucking around."

"Oh, but I am so serious about this, babygirl. Wanna find out if that 207th bone is also adamantine, let me tell you-"

"Shut your whore mouth," Logan hissed at Wade, and you heard the man's teeth click as Wade's jaw snapped shut. What?

"Hey, did he just listen to you when you told him to shut up?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, but gave you a curt nod as answer. Your head whipped from one man to the other.

"You two definitely fucked already!"

"Oh-"

"What did he tell you?" You cut in, finger raised as Wade tried to speak. His eyes widened, and his lips closed like he had no control over them. Your jaw fell open. You turned to Logan like he was some kind of evil sex magician. Which - maybe he was. Or maybe that was a different man from the same movie that no one knows how to write because someone actually gave him an accurate accent. How would you know?

"We didn't fuck," Logan clarified. "We fought. Hard."

"It was the only way around the Hays Code censor!" Wade cut in, words spilling out like he only had a few seconds before Logan shot him another look that had his mouth shutting and his pants tightening.

You rolled your eyes. "Sweetie, the Hays Code was abolished in 1968," you patted his cheek like you were talking to a child.

"Tell that to the mouse!"

"Well," you did your best to get this trainwreck back on track. "Anyway. What do you think, hmm?"

You directed your question at Logan-Wolvie-Wolverine. It was so hard to learn somebody's actual name when Wade just threw nicknames out like candy.

But still, the man frowned, lips pursed as he considered the proposition. His lips twitches as he swirled the bottle of beer in his hand, like he could find the answers in the foam that swelled there. He shook his head, then took a sip, smacking an "ah" before the bottle hit the table with a thump.

"Eh. What the hell."

Oh. Fuck. Yes.

[sabrina-kpop]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, can I request a the poly hashira x fem gyaru reader who gets made fun of by the other demon slayers? (Angst but a very fluffy ending) :3

ׅ𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

my very first request yay!! and it's of my life style!? Double yay!! In this oneshot I made the reader off of my sub style which is manba!! And sorry if this is bad which it probably is.. AND YOU ARE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MUICHIRO YOU ARE SEEN AS A MOTHER FIGURE

WARNINGS: swearing (Sanemi ofc) slut shaming (I'm based this on my experience with being gyaru) bullying ect.

Being a gal while also being a demon hunter has is pros and cons, pros being hanging out with Tengen and Mitsuri for new clothes and cons being your makeup sweating off and hair getting messed up while on a mission.

Today is a day where the hashira (specifically Tengen) invited you and the rest to a summer festival, of course you where excited you haven't gone to a festival since you were a little girl.

You have finished doing your hair and makeup looking beautifully crazy along with your outfit, you hear a knock on your door and before you could answer Shinobu walked in "Ara ara, well aren't you looking beautiful my butterfly" she said complimenting you, you utter out a small thanks,still not being used to compliments.

you walked out with Shinobu and met up with the rest, Gyomei and Giyuu grabbed your hands and the rest began to go to the city.

What you didn't know is that Rengoku, Shinobu and Giyuu brought some of their tsugoku's and slayers with them and they don't really get along with you. They saw you as a weirdo because of your fashion sense and looks although you try your best to ignore them sometimes it can hit you a little hard......

"What is she wearing" strike one.

Ouch that hurt. You are so confident for your rebel style and yet now you're feeling like it's getting pulled away you try to ignore it but it remains in the back of your mind.

"Y/n...are you feeling okay..?" Said Muichiro you reassure him that your fine and continued your way to the city with the rest.

It was evening and you have a ride to the city it was crowded and it was bright seeing people talk, dance, laugh and show of their Japanese pride.

"Ah! It's so crowded! " Mitsuri said in a high pitched voice. Obanai suggested that you all go to a restaurant to rest and eat but you said that you wanted to see the jewelry booths and clothing booths set up outside.

Giyuu sent two of his kakushi just in case something happened.

You immediately wandered off into one of the booths that were selling jewelry. You mean started buying a bunch of them some for partners and some for you.

"Jesus Christ doesn't she have enough... She going to die from blood stopping with all those tight bands around her wrist... "

Strike two.

You really put some back listening to what they said it hurt you like if someone stabbed you in the heart you tried to ignore them again but how could you all they do is talk about you and your features you feel like nothing you feel like a clown.

"I'm back!" You said with a bag in your hands "I bought all of you some new cute clothes!" You said happily as you hand them their gifts. They happily thanked you and began to order food.

The food was delicious. The meat had a juicy flavor and the rice was perfect.

"Fuck, I'm full" utter out Sanemi

"Really? I could go for more!" Said Mitsuri. Both Obanai and Sanemi look at her in a "what the fuck?" face as Shinobu and you giggled from the side.

You got up to go to the restroom but you ain't mean it shivered due to your clothes being slightly revealing. Although you knew that this will be the consequences from deciding that your outfit looked better without a jacket and quickly shrugged it of as "beauty is pain"

As you went to the restroom and finished doing your business, you were washing your hands so you heard this.

" you can clearly tell that she's cold she was shivering so hard that when she gets for being a slut with those revealing clothes. "

Strike three, your out.

You immediately began to tear up why were they saying these things to you what did you ever do to them this has been going on for years now and it hasn't stopped. why couldn't they just accept you for who you are? Why couldn't the see that you were happy being yourself? Why couldn't they see that you are human too?

Suddenly you heard a knock on the restroom door.

"Y/n you've been their for a while are you okay?.." It was Giyuu.

"Y-yeah I'm okay..." You said trying to cover up the sound of your crying.

"Are you sure..? It's sounds like you aren't.."

You went quite and started sobbing as Giyuu opened the door and went in while the rest followed..

Mitsuri went up to you and tried to calm you down the best she can, keyword "tried"...

"Y/n just tell us what happened..!" Said Mitsuri panicking not really knowing what to do..

"Am I w-wierd?" You utter out as the rest looked at you with worry

"The fuck is that supposed to mean" said Sanemi.

"I-it's just that people when they see me the way I am they think of me as some kind of slut.."

Who the hell told you that I swear I'm going to beat them into next wee-" Sanemi said as Shinobu cut him off.

" Oh my little butterfly....you're nothing like that you're not even close you're beautiful and you're special.

Shinobu said.

" yeah you have the courage to be flamboyant while the others are just idiot with no sense of style "

Said Uzui.

"Y/n your beauty is like a flame bright and beautiful! "

Said Rengoku

"You're so beautiful doing your nails everyday is so much fun especially trying out new patterns!"

Said Mitsuri.

" Seriously tell me who made you think like that, I will show them no mercy.. "

Said Sanemi.

"You remind me of that one flowers...what was it called...? Hibiscus..? "

Said Muichiro.

"You remind me of water.... Useful and when at sea.... Sparkling.."

Said Giyuu.

"Your personality is bright and energetic...I will always pray for it to stay that way.. "

Said Gyomei.

But your personality is also soft and kind... It's one if the reasons why Kaburamaru loves you so much...

Said Obanai.

You can't believe them each and every one of their words fix your heart piece by piece you made them all get into one group hug even if Sanemi and Giyuu can't stand them..

"Wait! Hurry the fireworks are about to start" squealed Mitsuri dragging you and the rest outside. You guys found the perfect spot to watch the fireworks. as you all sat down you couldn't help but think of grateful you are to have such partner's "Thank you.. " you said as they look at you and smiled. You rest you head on giyuu's shoulder while you all watched the fireworks...

[pogueswrld]

*•.¸♡ make up sex ♡¸.•*

pairing: fred weasley x fem!plus-sized!reader

summary: Freddie talks too much, and his girlfriend is exhausting all the ways she knows to shut him up. Softly, of course.

warnings: smut🦢!1!1!1!1! there's plot and fluff, and everyone's of age ofc, although it is hinted that reader is still in Hogwarts, kinda sub!Fred top!reader, like he's whining and panting and begging and shit (bites lip) ANYWAY, dick riding hehe, no usage of y/n.

note: it is 2:59 pm on a Friday, let's see how fast I write this shit. note 0.2: Okay so it's 5:54 pm on the same day, I think I'm done. This isn't edited, but it took me 3 hours to write 😁

He was still talking. Why, in the name of Merlin, was he still talking?

Dating Fed Weasley is fun, there's no denying that, but Good Heavens isn't that a boy a handful. Both literary and figurative. He's got a wide imagination, a never-squelching desire for knowledge, and a big heart. That is a dangerous combination for a somewhat intelligent and never-quiet man.

She's a saint, his girlfriend, and Ginny made a point to always express that to her. "How do you put up with that all the time?" Gesturing to Fred, who was using his hands in elaborate motions as he went on his fourth rant of the morning on the same subject to George. She'd only shrug, lips engulfing another spoonful of whatever ice cream the girls were sharing. "In one ear and out the other darling."

Not to say that she hates it, or that it bothers her- quite the opposite actually. Fred's excited and hyper personality is what made him so interesting to her, it was what drew her to him in the first place. She enjoys listening to him rant, even about the most random things -he stopped her the other day and explained in great detail how penguins mate and how once the female accepts the male's proposing gestures, they're together for life- and she adores it.

Yes, it sure can be a bit much at times, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Imagine loving a man who was as boring and dry as his older brother, Percy? She would have to jump out of Ginny's bedroom window!

Today was her first day back in the Burrow from Hogwarts for summer break, and she was exhausted, to say the least. She was up from dawn, finishing up the last bits of her packing before leaving for the train station with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And because she's a good friend, she made sure each of her friends made it to their transportation safely before she and Ron were picked up by Fred and George.

In the car, Ron opened the untameable can of worms by mentioning Bill who was staying over at the Burrow for the summer as well, taking a couple of months' worth of vacation away from the dragons and such. That was the spark Fred needed to blast off into a hundred rants one after the other.

He spoke about seeing Bill again, which is understandable, he hasn't been home in years. He spoke about the dragons, which led to his excited mention of his favorites and how he's going to ask Bill how it was training them. Then he turned to Quidditch training, and even though both him and George had left Hogwarts a year or so ago, the both of them still found time to play the game as a side hobby. After that was all done, George gave her and Ron and update on the shop, and Fred went on and on about all kinds of new candies and flavors and combinations they were working on to add to the store by the beginning of next year.

She was understandably tired by the time the Burrow came into view. And as much as she adores her boyfriend, she needed him to shut the fuck up for twenty minutes. But he's so sweet, and his eyes light up when talking, and he gets this beautiful energy surrounding him when he does it that she doesn't have the nerve to ask him to be silent for a bit. So she excuses herself and tries to bury her body under the covers of his bed.

But he finds her there, and he reports to her that dinner is ready, and that Bill is here, and that she looks so gorgeous on his bed, and that there's a strange animal in the backyard, and that Ginny tried to curse the bathroom when he went in to use it, and that he doesn't understand why she'd do that, and that George is out in the garage, and that-

She jolts up on his bed, her eyes twitching as she stares at him. He looks so beautiful, but he's talking too damn much. She cups his face, and he goes silent and stares at her with wide eyes.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, his lips squished together as she squeezed his cheeks.

"You talk too much, ya' know that?" She said, her thumb slightly caressing the apples of his cheeks.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Do' it bothe' yo'?"

She giggles breathlessly and lets go of his face before pressing her lips tightly against his. "Not all the time, but times like today..." She rests her forehead against his and sighs, "It can be a lot, and I need you to read the room and tone it down a little bit, d'ya think you can do that for me?"

He stares, something in his gaze changes, and he nods. "Of course, baby. Whateva' you want."

Great. Now she feels bad. She sighs and pushes past the blankets swallowing her to sit up on her knees. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, truly love you, and I don't mean to be mean to you, and you know I love it when you ramble, but I'm really overwhelmed today, darling. I'm sorry."

Fred wraps his arms around her waist in return, hugging her tightly. It's true that he can't always read the room, and now that he's no longer attending school he's got much more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. It takes him a couple days to be able to read his girlfriend's body language like he used to once she's home from school, and he feels terrible that he was one of the reasons for making her feel so incredibly overwhelmed. He also feels slightly ashamed of his non-stop rambling all day.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something into her skin that made her shiver and giggle away from him. "Stop," she breathes in a giggle, "It tickles."

He chuckles, his hands squeezing at the skin of her waist as he stares at her dreamily. "I said, I'm sorry I made you feel overwhelmed, I promise to try and do better."

She grins at him, so brilliantly, that he can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a soaring kiss. "I love you." He mumbles against her lips, and she smiles while trying to kiss him back. "C'mon now, love, let's go have dinner."

Her eyes darken; her pupils widen, and she smiles that mischievous grin that he adores so much, and he groans while throwing his head back. He knows exactly what is on her mind.

"I have a better idea." She whispers, giggling as she throws herself into his lap and kisses him with such force that she's pushing him down on his bed. He yelps, his hands traveling to the bed and her waist, holding on to her for stability. Bubbling heat travels across his body through her kiss, and he sighs when her cold fingertips trace down his arms, sending goosebumps across his body.

Her kisses transfer from his lips to the sides of his mouth, his cheeks, down his jawline, until she's pampering open-mouthed kisses across his neck like stardust.

He sighs, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillow. "Please," He breathed, a low whine undertoning his voice. She shivers above him, her teeth grazing his skin in a teasing bite.

She's always hated the effect his voice has on her.

"Please what, darling?"

He whines. It's low, for her ears only, it's a barely-there breath, but his mouth is right next to her ear and she hears him loud and clear. Her panties dampen almost immediately.

"Please touch me," He whispers. His hands gripped tightly to her thighs. He knows better than to roam her body without permission. She pulls back slightly, blinking up at him with a soft smile and long lashes. "But I am touching you, Freddie."

He knows this game. This cruel, cruel game she adores to play. He whines in pretentious of hating his role, but his hips buck, and his cock twitches underneath the fabrics of his boxers and trousers.

He slowly traces one of his hands from her thighs to her palm before letting her fingers rest on his aching cock. He guides her hands to gently rub him through his clothes and he lets out a breath when her fingers squeeze around him. "Touch me there." He gasps.

She entertains him, allowing him to set the pace and buck into her hold. He releases deep breaths and low whines, stuttering moans every time she tightens her grip around him. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, how his eyes are shut desperately, his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and her name is gasped out of his throat with every other movement. It makes her feel powerful, it makes her entire being vibrate.

"That's enough." She mumbles, pulling her hand out of his grasp and bathing in his complaining whines as she pulls off her shirt. He blinks up at her, watching her boobs bounce in the push-up bra she's wearing before she unhooks it and slides it off her shoulders. He blinks again and swallows whatever drool and saliva has gathered in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to pop along with the action. She smiles at the sight and quickly bends down to leave a swift kiss on it.

"Take off your shirt." She commands him, and he does so without hesitation, throwing the garment somewhere on the floor of the room he shares with his twin brother. He watches her hands intensely as she teases him by running her thumb on the inside of her trouser's elastic, before slowly pulling the item down and off. He groans at the sight of his favorite panties on her; a partially lacey red thong that settles up between her butt cheeks. She always told him how uncomfortable it made her, but the look on his face when he saw it on her made every second she spent wearing it worth it.

"You're trying to kill me, love?" He groans, daring himself to take a dangerous leap and push his thumb against the damp cloth, pushing down on where he knows her clit hides. He glances up at her, watching the way her lips part and her mouth hangs open at his action.

"And what am I to tell George when he asks? Death by a red thong?"

He grins up at her, picking up the speed at which he's rubbing on her bud of nerves. "Only if you're the one wearing it."

She shudders, forcefully holding herself back from grinding against his thumb. Instead, she grips his wrist and pushes it away from her. She hooks two fingers on each side of his trousers and boxers before meeting his eyes, watching as he licks his lips and nods before pulling the clothing items down his hips and legs.

His cock bounces out from underneath the fabric happily, it smacks against his lower abdomen and she giggles at the sight of precum beads rolling down his slit. He whines, throwing his arm on his face to cover the embarrassing blush that matched his hair color. "Don't laugh at me, why're you so mean to me today?"

Her giggle grows louder, and she leans down to push his arm off his face. "I never intend on being mean to you, my darling, you just bring it out of me. I'm sorry." She mumbles as she meets his gaze, her hand cupping one side of his face and he leans towards her touch. "Don't hide from me, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good boy."

He whines, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops when her fingers wrap around him again, but her thumb is collecting his precum before spreading it down his length before she works a steady rhythm going up and down. His whines slowly turn into moans. His noises were so heavenly that she could swear her wetness was flowing through the fabric of her thong and onto the skin of her thighs.

She sees his muscles contracting and she stops, removing her hand from him altogether. He opens his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion as a noise of complaint slips out of his throat. But he swallows it back up when he sees her push her thong to the side and spread her folds before sitting on his length, and she grinds back and forth on him without actually allowing him access to her.

He groans, throwing his head back. She's coating him in her juices and there's a delicious squelching noise coming from between them and it's driving him insane. He sucks air into his lungs through clenched teeth and shudders when she allows a single moan to slip through her parted lips.

Suddenly, he's engulfed in her warmth and he hisses. His hands grip tightly to her thighs, hips, and any plump skin he can find. He squeezes her, hissing, and pants until he's sheathed completely inside of her. "Slow down," He gasps, "Slow- slow down, slow down, slow down." His voice turns from low breaths to almost high-pitched whines, and she leans down and captures his lips in a silencing kiss.

"Need you to lay here and keep your pretty mouth shut, darling, can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me so your family doesn't hear us fucking?" He whines, hips bucking into her warm cunt causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he nods mindlessly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be quiet. Fuck- please, baby, please fuck me."

She giggles at his desperate whines, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, just enough movement to send pleasure jolts but not enough to get them going. She was testing the waters, trying to see how loud he could get without giving him much of anything.

Fred was losing his mind, he could feel her walls clamp down on him every time she moved back, and he could feel himself nudging against her feel-good spot every time she moved forward. Her wetness made a mess out of both of them, making it easy to slide into her and pick up the pace.

He arched his back slightly, just enough to hint at her to go faster. Because she was starting to feel frustrated, she obliged. She switched from grinding down on him to bouncing, her knees and hips working overtime to not make a noise every time her ass cheeks met his thighs.

She's now moaning, leaning down to muffle her noises by his neck or breathe them directly into his ear. Fred's eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and his hands grab onto the fat of her hips to help her.

"I-" She gasps, pushing herself upwards, clamping down on him tightly before forcing deep thrusts with her movement. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers, and her legs begin to shake and fail her. Fred let out a loud breath that turned into a whimper before pushing himself up and, with a tight hold of her hips, forced her up and down his cock.

"Wa- wanna feel you. Wanna feel you gush around me. Give it to me, please." He whines, his words muffled into her temple, his eyes closed as her walls flutter around him, her body shivering against him and her lips part in long whines. One of his hands sneaked in between them, and his thumb drew quick circles around her clit, just enough to electrify her over the edge.

She freezes up, squeezes down on him and Fred is gone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly down on him, the repeated squeeze of her walls stimulated him over the edge and they were shaking through their highs together. Her hands were buried in his hair, his hands holding onto her hips, while their lips interlocked in an overflowing kiss.

A few seconds later, their mouths parted as they gasped for air, holding onto one another as their highs dwindled. He traced random shapes on her bare back while she scratched at his scalp in a way she knew he loved.

He was the first to pull back, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration. He tilts his head and grins, "Do you still want to go down for dinner?"

She laughs, heartily and loudly out of his arms and back onto the bed. "If you'll be going downstairs for a plate, get me one with you. There's no way I can look your mum in the eye after this."

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

Baking With BF!Dean Winchester Headcanons

✨ Dean Winchester x GN!Reader ✨

*sighs in 2014 was 10 years ago* Minors do NOT interact, this is not “rizz-ing!” Off you go!

A/N: I love writing these because they’re like half baked yet surprisingly endearing thoughts and it’s fun haha.

Icons by me!

All notes are appreciated! Hope you enjoy!

Content Warning: I have a bad sense of humor and make some sex jokes but nothing too explicit, at least I think so. Definitely still 18+

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-3 favorite things to bake with him

1. Pie (obvs)

2. Brownies (sometimes with pot…)

3. Cookies (all kinds)

-okay, now that that's been established...

-one day you had jokingly suggested the bunker should do a cookie jar

-this was taken seriously; not only by Dean, Sam and Cas; but also by literally every regular passerby. Even Rowena's made a batch of red velvet cookies. (We threw those ones away, we couldn't trust that they weren't poisoned, made of blood, or both)

-but if it's just the usual crew (you, the brothers, and Cas) then you have a weekly rotation

-and Dean regularly suckers you into "helping" him, even though you both knows he’s capable of being a big boy (and I mean he is a big boy if you catch my drift) and doing it himself

-those candy apple green eyes work wonders

-anyhoo

-one of his favorite, stupidly cheesy things to do is as follows:

-you’ll have a taste of the batter/dough/filling, as one does (it’s always good cause the two of you together are an unstoppable force in the kitchen) (alone is a different story- it’s usually Kraft Mac n Cheese cups)

-and while you’re trying it, making faces, he’ll look over and innocently ask if he can try it

-like “Can I get some, sweetheart?” (And yes he most certainly can get some.) (batter, I mean) (definitely batter) or “can I try some, doll?”

-and no matter how many times he’s tried it you’ll say yes

-so he’ll lean down, cupping your cheeks in his rough hands and kiss you as passionately as humanly possible

-like, these kisses could literally bake the cookies or whatever because of how hot they are

-and he’ll make sure he really gets to try it

-and then he’ll pull back with a smirk, cause he’s done it at least 30 times before and you still let him and still like melt into a puddle every single time. Without fail.

-you guys like to put on Disney soundtracks in the background when you bake. High school musical and Moana primarily, but he’s also taken with the soundtrack of Julie and the Phantoms. (He complained about the show being unrealistic supernaturally speaking and then was adamant that there should be a season two and cancelling it was a crime worthy of hell)

-also, rock, obviously. As a fan of Bon Jovi, you best believe you sell him on them and slow dance to Bed of Roses while things are in the oven. It’s only right.

-if you’re listening to heat of the moment and Sam the baby giraffe walks in he will get those sad eyes, making both of you scramble to make him something else, like some keto hidden veggie brownies or some shit, to make him feel better

-now, in specifics

-pie is for fun. You two usually make one to split for after dinner. Roughly once a month, but should be more often. Well, that’s not fair if you count creampies

-apple is his favorite, ofc. You use Mary’s recipe, and you’re the only person in the whole wide world that he trusts with modifying it in any way

-you also make them for him if he’s sick or if you guys have for some reason had a fight. The latter is rarer, but does still happen on occasion

-it’s okay though, because pie will always make things better

-cookies are almost exclusively for the jar. These are made on random frequencies, usually a lot at a time.

-he likes butterscotch a lot, and you find a way to mix your favorite flavors into either one monstrosity or one beauty of a cookie

-you guys have in fact made your own recipe. It’s awesome. Like, prized possession material.

-and then brownies

-they’re literally just pimped up store bought mix. Preferably Ghirardelli, for maximum bougie-ness

-and then sometimes you guys add some fun time grass

-you’ll do that when you just want to have a soft night. You’ll always way up to him laying on you and holding you like a koala though- may your back be prepared

-overall he just really enjoys spending time with you in any way that he can and baking is a great way to do that

-Dean Winchester is precious

-I rest my case

If you have any ideas for more headcanons, send a request! My box is always open!

Xx

[howthesleeplesswander]

"The Abyss?" The surprise in his tone came not from believing the statement, but from the fact that that was the lie Kokichi chose. And it was quite a lie; the sort that required caution as to who it was used upon. There were plenty of fools in this city whose heads were filled with nothing more than their Archon's wind: people who would actually believe such an absurd claim. If that happened, not even Kokichi's younger years would protect him from people's fear.

But this was far from the first time Kokichi had told a dangerous lie, and it surely wouldn't be the last. As always, Kaeya had to give him points for sheer audacity.

He didn't bother faking the panic and horror of the desired reaction. The Captain merely hummed contemplatively, as if the statement was perfectly reasonable. "Made some new friends there, did you? And I suppose you made it out entirely unscathed?" He made a show of looking Kokichi over in search of injuries—or corruption, as he so aptly put it.

Did this little troublemaker have any idea that the vibrancy in his eyes as he spun his lies was exactly what gave them away?

Kaeya shook his head, still unfazed by lies and thinly-veiled insults alike. "How flattering for you to notice. But you'd better be careful; if I actually believed you could fight your way into the Abyss and back again, I'd be hounding you to join the Knights of Favonius right about now. We all know how unbearable that would be."

“Upgraded” to a villain?

Aw, that’s cute!! You’d think the Cavalry Captain would recognize a villain the moment he set his eyes—kehe… sorry, eye—on one. Maybe Kokichi was giving him a bit more credit than he deserved, huh?

—or maybe, just a cute fat maybe, there was more to it. Especially considering the things no one actually knew about this particular foreigner in Mondstadt (charm everyone as he did… what a great cover!). Kaeya was suspicious, alright. And that’s what made him the most fun—! Not like every other living thing in this city that served less of a purpose than a pebble at the bottom of a river.

Why do you think I bother to waste any time on you, dummy? (I know you’re hiding something… everyone else here is a bigger idiot than I thought.)

“I went to the Abyss!” he chirped, bright, cheerful, as casual as any kid proudly telling their parent they had held their breath for thirty whole seconds. “It was so cool! I really don’t get why everyone’s got sticks up their bums over it, catch my drift?” And, like sharing a secret with the Captain, Kokichi leaned in, voice lowered, lips pulled into a scowl. “It’s almost like ‘Wow, stop being such a crybaby over super dangerous and creepy creatures from another realm who totally just wanna have fun and corrupt you.’ Yeesh. People are soooo dramatic.”

He straightened up, rocked back on his heels with that innocent smile. “You should really visit it sometime, y’know! Supposedly it, like, really messes you up, but since you’re already there, you’d definitely be fine.”

[puzzled-pegasus]

wof headcanons but theyre oddly food and substance related for some reason

Although I understand why Tui didn't include very much info abt alchohol or drugs in a kids book there is an extreme lack of culinary related world building so here are some ideas I had while on this train of thought :)

SeaWings tend to be foodies and are generally given cooking classes in school. Which if you think about it, is rather important, because like 60 percent of the creatures in the ocean are poisonous and the rest have parasites and nasty germs so they need to know whats up when it comes to food safety.

SeaWings use a lot of citrus in their food and drinks and they also use it for fragrances and stuff they just really like it

SeaWing nobles commonly eat fugu and there have been assassinations where a chef was bribed to not properly take out the poison so the dragon eating it would die

SeaWings drink to taste. SkyWings drink to forget what century it is.

SkyWings typically eat their meat raw but on special occasions they will barbecue it and put some spices n stuff on it. They don't eat much else besides meat but they do like spicy things like peppers and they also like strong onion or garlic flavors. The little masochists. Anyway,

SkyWings don't really like sweet things and many of them can't even taste them so they're like wtf is a dessert

man do they love them some olives tho. Olives everywhere. In their drink. Out of the jar. On their meat. Oil on their scales. Oil in their hygiene products. They started trading them from the Sand and SeaWings millennia ago but theyve selectively bred ones that grow in the mountains

This one's more drugs than food but SkyWings will sometimes take some kind of stimulant before battle like a beserker so they're all fired up heheh

MudWings are excellent meal preparers and sibs like to all cook together so they'll make a big pot of stew or something

They like bread and desserts, they have easy access to sugar cane being along the east coast and they also use a lot of honey. They're re into canning stuff too, they have a lot of raspberries and blackberries and strawberries in their temperate forest areas and they grow them to make jam and wine and they use honey to make mead

basically they are Cottagecore(TM) and I love them

They also eat lots of freshwater fish and crawfish and whatnot

And they also eat a lot of tatoes

Vanilla grows in the swamps, they use that in their cakes

MudWings deserve some appreciation goddamnit their kingdom is biologically diverse and beautiful

SandWings have tequila because. Yknow. Cactus.

They eat a lot of bugs and lizards, they don't really need to eat every day so it's not a huge deal

they do like coconuts tho and they use coconut oil in a lot of their hygiene products as well as in their cooking

They deep fry a lot of shit. Idk where i got this but trust me. They love things with lots of fat in it bc they need all they can get

Really sticky sweet desserts and candy; enjoyers of those one lollipops with the mealworms or whatever tf in them

also canning stuff like bone broth is very important

pickled cactus as well

rhey probably have a festival when cactus fruit goes in season

what even is IceWing cuisine.

Well way up north where there's nothing but ice it's pretty bad and the dragons have to eat just plain ass meat and seafood, but down into the tundras there's some pretty good stuff like cinnamon, pines for tea, honey berries, and other foraging as well as more diversity of meats

They would probably eat sushi

All the other tribes like to make fun of them and rightfully so bc their food is so plain

they make good honey berry wine tho

Maube that's why theyre so damn grumpy

RainWings are expert foragers ofc but they don't really feel the need to prepare their food in any way

They are, however, in constant dire need of sodium because they get absolutely none from their fruit

So anything salty is wow

Maybe rhey have a place near the mud kingdom border where they can grow some asparagus for salt

they are also the only tribe besides Night that can eat chocolate but forgor 💀 how to make it so the NightWings and them have to re figure it out together

Salted dark chocolate bing bang boom instant delicacy

NightWings used to be able to cook really well, especially desserts and pastry, but they forgor while they were trying to not die on the volcano

[stargalaxxy]

🧸ྀིCole Brookstone x Reader₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅Hai, so I'm sick so that's something that's going on with me... (¬`‸´¬) But now I'm off from work so maybe this will get me to write more stories ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) But fr fr I've been thinking about this concept for a while but I was a bit shy in posting it bcs it is a bit suggestive... Ofc if it makes you uncomfortable I have other stories that you can read, I like this enough to keep it ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა You and Cole are in your 20's But I hope you guys like ittt.... Also I gave reader a bit of culture sooooo.... That's alll hope you enjoy!!!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

⭑.ᐟNow Playing: What You Know Bout Love by, Pop Smoke₊˚⊹♡

Tw. Suggestive, talk of nudity and possible sexy talk ahaha (ó﹏ò｡)

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆Living Together (๑>؂•̀๑)

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole was the one who asked you to live with him, wanting to take your relationship to the next level.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Having known each other for two years and being in a relationship for a year, you guys were more than ready to live on your own excited to take the next step together in your relationship.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ When you said yes, you both worked on finding an apartment to live in together. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ It was a one-bedroom apartment, and was something you both were excited about when you first saw the home on the market in your guy’s budget.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Saying goodbye to your friends and family, Cole says goodbye to his team having lived with his brothers for so long he couldn’t help but thank them for the memories that they all shared together.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ They gave you both presents for your apartment either small gifts such as Knick knacks, or flowers wishing you two a happy future.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Even with the sad departure the team always visits you two, as if you had never left. They would come in at your times of intimacy too, frustrating the both of you as they would playfully interrupt knowing full and well of what they were doing.

“y’know, it’s kinda like you guys never left~” Kai teases taking a bite of the dinner you made that was originally for you and Cole. 

“Hah, y’don’t say…” Cole huffs sitting with Kai, the rest on the floor watching tv. “Y’know this apartment isn’t really made for more than two people…” you pout as Nya giggles, “Don’t worry (y/n) we’ll be outta here soon just so you can get back to kissing your boyfriend~” You blush as you shove Nya playfully making her laugh. “Yea, and when Nya and I get our own place you guys can bother us whenever.” Jay grins as you smirk at Nya who smiled shyly. “Oh, you don’t have to tell me that, I’m gonna come and bother all of you when you get your own places~” Cole nods as he tilts his bowl up and finishes the soup you made.

…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Master Wu even gave you both gifts, different assortments of teas, both healing and with different flavors, it was something you both loved as the teas held different purpose of use. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ After getting settled in, you got straight to decorating, trying to find different things to match your guy’s styles.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You had fun thinking of styles to share for your new home together, when you finished you, both loved the combinations of styles that worked well together.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ When asking Cole, he didn’t have much of a preference, just asking if you could put his records somewhere nice.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole loves watching you decorate the house, helping with moving furniture to your liking seeing you put so much love into your home it made Cole so happy.

…

Cole loved it when you took him into furniture stores and obsess over different styles and colors to decorate your home with. Cole enjoyed the domestic lifestyle that he had. Wishing for a lifestyle such as this for the longest time, 

“Aah, this looks so good!” You gush as you both stare at the living room, folded moving boxes in the corner that had been left behind due to both of your procrastinations.

“Yea, I like it.” Cole had a hand around your waist a pleased expression on his face as he looks to the newly decorated room. 

Cole didn’t really have a preference letting you decorate, the only thing he wanted was his records somewhere. He liked how you always asked him what he thought about some stuff even if he didn’t have much of an opinion.

“As long as you’re happy, babe.” He would repeat as you’d shrug going crazy on your creativity to make it something that you both would love. 

You stretch as you pop your back. Moving to a new place is stressful, you both have been busy with jobs and Cole balancing ninja duties. Wanting to relax you would pull Cole by the arm towards the couch. 

Cole would pull you into a song to dance with him whenever he wanted to find ways to relax. But tonight, you both would criticize actors’ stupidity on tv, while Cole devours the dinner you make for him.

Cole stretches his arms, twisting his torso to the direction that he was stretching. You smile at him as you admire his muscles perturbing from his stretch.

You giggle as you kiss the muscle at his shoulder blade, “I’ll get dinner ready, kay?” You walk to the kitchen as you grab a pot and started to boil water.

…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ On your first night together you both were so nervous, of course you both have slept together before, but now you guys would be sleeping together every night. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole was nervous about his snoring, or crushing you, while you were anxious about accidently kicking him in your sleep or taking the covers.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ It took a while for you both to finally fall asleep, you were stiff, and Cole hardly moved. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ On the third night you both were so tired from shopping for groceries and furniture that you passed out on top of each other.

…

You whine on top of Cole your cheek resting against his bare chest, your legs straddled against his thigh as his chest rumbles from his soft snores. It lulled you back to sleep, his arm rests over your waist holding you, Cole’s stomach wakes him up propping an eye open to see the dark room.

You both had fallen asleep as soon as you guys had gotten home from shopping, Cole sniffs as he looks down, feeling a small weight on top of him. Smiling down he catches your sleeping face your quiet snores left your slightly a gaped mouth, his larger hand moves up your back rubbing your shoulder. His fingers graze your upper back tracing shapes, soon you wake up moving slightly you look up to Cole still asleep you rub your eyes trying to wake up.

“Hey babe~” Cole’s voice was horsed, hearing his morning voice brought butterflies to your stomach as your face grew hot. “C-Cole? When did we fall asleep?” you try to get up nervous from thinking you were hurting him. “When we got home, I guess we passed out” Cole explains pushing your body back down to his chest. Your face grows flustered feeling his warm chest against your cheek again, you slowly grow comfortable to place a hand on his bicep smoothly running your hand across his chest as he continues to trace shapes over your shoulder. 

Your time together was quiet and peaceful, hoping for this moment to last forever. The smile on both of your faces told you that there will be more of these quiet moments together, 

Groowwl 

“ehehe~” Cole chuckles nervously as you side eye him playfully grinning, “way to ruin the moment, blockhead~” he scratches the back of his head grinning as you rise from his chest. “Want some pasta?” you smile holding out your hand for Cole to take as his mouth starts to water, “can we have garlic bread?” Cole rises holding your hand as you both walk to the kitchen. “Just as long as you don’t burn it this time~” you tease pushing your finger into Cole’s cheek making him smile, “that was one time…” he trails as you huff at him, “of many, you’re horrible in the kitchen!”

…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Doing most of the cooking Cole would assist you by cutting, and washing to make side dishes, Cole can’t be left alone in the kitchen as he will find a way to burn it down. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You both worked to pay for rent and other bills, with Cole still going on missions there are times where you would wait for him to come home. Times of when Cole did come back, he would find you in a different spot of your apartment passed out.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole would always tell you not to wait for him as he didn’t want you to lose sleep because of him.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ But you tell him that you can’t sleep without knowing that he’ll come back safe, nodding off you finally fall asleep in his arms as he lays you down on the bed. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He would shower before coming to bed, Being the element of earth brought a lot of dirt into the house and his body,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He would help clean, but you would help bathe him to get the extra dirt off him, being a routinely event of you laying him on the kitchen counter and washing his hair over the sink massaging his scalp chuckling as you hear his quiet snores.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He loved those days of when you would wash his hair for him, you both knew he could do it himself, but you just wanted the extra moments with him, helping him take a load off his plate as well.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You would teach him how to braid or brush your hair whenever he asks if he could do your hair. It was sweet how he wanted to return the favor.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Another thing you both would do is have spa days together, creating homemade face masks for you both while Cole ate the cucumbers that were for your eyes. You would give him one of your animal headbands so the mask wouldn’t get in his hair,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He gets the bear ears no arguments.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You both would play video games or listen to music letting the mask work its magic, drinking tea or eating treats that you both baked together.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You would take care of Cole in other ways as well, whenever Cole got sick you would be there to keep him in bed reporting to either his job or team that he wasn’t feeling well ignoring his protest in being fine.

…

Placing a cold compress on Cole’s forehead he coughs opening his eyes, “you poor thing, I made soup do you wanna eat?” you run your fingers through his shaggy hair as he nods. 

“Even when sick I’ll never say no to your cooking~” Cole’s voice was rasped as he grins. “That would be so much more romantic without all the mucus, honey~” you giggle as Cole pouts at your teasing. 

“Ugh, being sick is the worst” Cole complains as you leave to get a bowl of chicken soup coming back and sitting next to him stirring the soup as you get a nice scoop.

Blowing softly, you bring the spoon to Coles lips, “open wide~” you sing as Cole opens his mouth and bites down on the spoon. 

Removing the spoon, you brought it back to the bowl as you get another scoop waiting for Cole to finish what was in his mouth.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Cole lifts a brow as you smile, 

“I don’t like seeing you in pain but feeding you does make me happy” you smile as you brought the spoon back to Coles lips. 

“I always love taking care of you Cole, I love you.” You confess as your cheeks grew warm, even with how much you have spent together, you both still blushed whenever displaying loving acts for each other. Cole’s face was also pink as he smiles up at you, 

“Thank you for taking care of me, every day I think back to that day I confessed to you and think how lucky I am to have someone like you.” You shake your head your smile still holding strong, “I’m the lucky one Cole, you brighten up my day, I’m so happy that you asked me to live with you. I can’t express how happy I am.” Tears start to collect as you lean down to kiss Cole’s forehead, Cole smiles as he basks in your affection. He raises his hand to capture your cheek as you lean into his touch, “I love you, (y/n).” you hum smiling. “I love you too Cole.” You whine, holding the back of his warm hand in your cheek. 

…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You were both shy in showing your bodies to each other, as you would change in the room given up by Cole and he would change in the bathroom. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ However, as you both got more and more comfortable you guys would forget to put clothes on, with you walking around the apartment to find a towel after showering. Or Cole walking in boxers during a hot day, or on laundry day when you both had on undergarments. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You have been living with each other for months now, loving every moment you spend together, talking about your future…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ as well as both your interests in a new addition.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Whenever you both would go out you would notice how Cole would stare at baby clothes in shops, viewing from outside the window. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You would gush at the many outfits or watch family’s hand in hand, or the chubby cheeks of family’s babies would give you both baby fever.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ However, your flustered faces would convince each other that possibly now was not the time to think about having a baby.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ So instead, you both adopted a pet, you both were looking at shelters or even breeders. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ But you both decided on adopting an older cat, wanting to give it a chance at a home and making their life comfortable, but also to start easy as this would be your first fur baby together.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Your cat was calm as expected and would follow you both around rubbing itself against your legs and feet in affectionate greetings. Finding a name for her was difficult as calling her cheese given by the shelter didn’t fit the dark furred cat, so Cole thought of the name ‘Flint’. It was cute and so you guys stuck with the name,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You both would baby her as if she were a kitten, she would snuggle herself between you two in bed being another block in intimate moments but you both excused it because she’s cute.

…

You lay on the couch staring at the tv with Cole on top of you lazily, having come back from work he was exhausted and rightfully so. Running your fingers through his hair you smile, Cole’s head laid on your chest as he watches tv along with you.

You noticed how his breathing slowed, chuckling softly as Cole was close to falling asleep on top of you. You do admit it was a bit hard to breath, Cole felt like a big dog crushing its owner because they want to act like a lap dog.

But it felt comforting in a way, like a weighted blanket keeping you grounded, you liked it when Cole would be on top of you especially if you felt anxious or during the cold weather. His strong arms wrapped around your body or hanging off the couch like a sloth, you loved every second that you would take pictures of each other. Having so much that you two could make a collage. 

…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Random thought.. but Cole loves taking pictures of you whether secretly or together, he keeps them in a box, or he’ll pin them on the wall.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You would blush finding his box full of pictures of you, some you don’t remember him taking.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You did admire them though as you knew Cole took those pictures out of love for you. 

…

The night came and went as the morning sun kissed your face good morning; you hum as you look over to Cole your bodies tangled up.

Cole’s eyes were still closed, he was a heavy sleeper, so it takes a while to wake him up. You slowly move away unwrapping your arms and legs from him, you look back at his sleeping form. His knitted brows and slightly parted lips, you could hear his soft breathing.

Smiling you lift your body up from the bed to look at the nightstand next to Cole.

Cole’s camera sat on the table, with a picture of you and him. Laying on top of him your hand wrapped around his naked chest; your breast thankfully covered as the picture was taken from a side view. Cole’s hair was messy having a sleepy smile as he held a peace sign over your sleeping head. You wondered how the picture got there, as Cole fell asleep before you and you assumed he’s still sleeping.

You then feel yourself being pulled down onto the bed again, he just had to make a liar outta you. 

You look back at Cole his eye propped open as his hand holding your wrist, “where ya goin’ little girl~?” Cole’s morning voice rung like heaven in your ears as your blush.

“Breakfast, I thought you might like some in bed” you suggest as you turn your body to run your fingers through his hair with your free hand. Cole hums as he stares at your other hand in his as he brings it to his lips kissing it softly.

You chuckle as you pull away, “c’mon let’s eat big guy” you pull him up struggling as he decides to use his full weight for you to try and hold up. You laugh as he groans, “don’t be stubborn you big teddy bear, let’s eat we didn’t have dinner so I’m sure you’re hungry.”

“On the contrary~” Cole leans over you as he finally stands up pushing your body against his as you huff blushing. “Real food, you dummy~” you playfully smack his chest as you reach into your shared drawers and pulled out a shirt and shorts. “I’m hungry so c’mon!” You slip on your clothes as you walk out Cole chuckles as he brought out sweatpants and goes to follow you. 

He comes to the kitchen as he watches you work; he leans on the counter as he looks to the time. “Y’know, it’s pretty late for breakfast” he grins as you look to him, “call it brunch then~” you chop your vegetables as you place them in your pot, having already placed other things you needed it was a quick brunch.

Cole sniffs as he hums the ingredients finally coming together to make a delicious smelling aroma. “Mm, what’s that?” He walks over leaning down resting his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s called changua, it’s a Colombian egg soup, it’s really good!” You grab a spoon and stir as you fill it with the soup. You place your hand under it to blow and hold it up to Cole’s lips.

He opens as he leans forward to place the spoon in his mouth. He hums as you bring the spoon back, “you’re right it is good~” he walks to the cabinets to pull out two bowls as he sets them on the counter. 

You fill them up as you turn off the stove walking to the table to sit next to Cole. “My dad would make this all the time for me when I was little, so I learned how to make it.” You take a bite as you sway happily, Cole chuckles as he takes a bite as well. 

“It’s good, thank you” Cole smiles loving how he can still learn new things about you. “‘M’lucky (y/n), to have a girl like you, I can’t express how much I love you and cherish you for deciding to be my partner” Cole looks to your smile,

Cole brings you closer you both practically sharing one seat. He kisses the top of your head as you hold him close as well, “I love you, (y/n), so much. More than words could ever express.” You loved it when Cole would say those words to you, it made you so happy at how your heart would swell with so much love for him. And you knew you would get a thousand more as you both continue to be together.

“I love you too, Cole” you kiss him as you both look to each other, another kiss suggesting until both your stomachs growled in protest. You nervously chuckle as Cole rolls his eyes at his stomach being a mood killer.

You both turn to your bowls as you lift your spoons filling it with soup as you both brought to your mouths.

“Hmm”

“Mm”

You both hum as you look to each other after swallowing, you both smile and laugh at how in common you guys were. You soon settle and take another bite enjoying your quiet brunch.

AAAAA I finished, it feels short but this is what I could think of with fuzzy brain. ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა I hope you like anywayssss (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆