#honestly why does everything cute happen in the kitchen for me

[obsessedwrhys]

I would like to request being sickly sweet/mushy with ROTTMNT Leo- I'm talking always kissing, cuddling, holding hands, giggling, holding/carrying each other around and even using the most dramatic names (mostly to mess with the rest of the Hamato family- April included) ie. Calling each other shmoopie poo and stuff like that

LOVESICK!LEO DATING HEADCANONS

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ major fluff, lots of cheesy stuff, reader is fem!! (I love this ask sm)

To put it together, you both act like those highschool sweethearts.

One wouldn't be seen without the other, everyone just immediately sees you two as a pair that does everything together.

The dates would be so over the top too.

The most recent one would be when he prepared a dinner date on top of a musuem so you guys could enjoy the view. The place completely decorated with flowers and fairy lights.

Ya'll would definitely have matching things. It doesn't matter if it's a bracelet, necklace or onesie. You both just have the urge to have something that reminds you of the other person.

Which comes easily that you'd own something of his and him having something of yours.

Apparently he had given you his old bandana when he had gotten a new one. Instead of leaving it lying around to catch dust, you decided to use it as a ribbon for a hairtie. Trust that the first time he saw you with it, dude was levitating with heart eyes.

For him, you had gifted him a scarf. He was on cloud nine when he got it because it was entirely your scent. He would smell it every now and then or just wear it when you'd be busy with your daily tasks. It brings him comfort.

That's why everytime you visited after a long time, he'd completely shower you with cuddles and kisses. He doesn't really care if his family sees. Boy is just overjoyed to finally spend time with you again.

Even though his family are happy for him. They honestly wished he could tone it down a bit.

That's because he wouldn't even focus during patrols or missions because he'd just be talking about you. It drives his brothers nuts sometimes.

"Aw man! I forgot to tell (Y/N) goodnight!" Leo panicked.

"We're fighting off a huge squid monster and THATS your concern?!!" Donnie shouted while fending off one of the tentacles.

To be clear, the family doesn't hate you, they are actually welcoming towards you. It's just HIM they find annoying.

It got even worse when they overheard the petnames you both had for each other.

Ranging from petnames such as Booboo Bear to my little ketchup packet (???)

It's worst when he says them in a baby voice towards you.

"Here's your food! I got it all for my shnookums wookums" He'd say as he caresses your face.

Since he's so in love with you, he's willing to give you piggyback rides and carry you around the lair. He's so dramatic with it too.

"Make way!!! The queen is headed to the kitchen!!" He'd shout, making your grand entrance known to everyone nearby.

He has once pushed Donnie aside when he wouldn't move out of the way.

Also, Leo enjoys kissing you a lot. I'm just saying 🤷🏻‍♀️

His favourite spots to kiss you would be easily your cheeks. He finds them super cute that he wishes he would just leave his lips on there forever.

If you happen to have a mole on your face or anywhere on your body, he's kissing it, that's cause he sees it as a marking for him.

One thing I wanna say is that you two happen to have this weird habit of acting out scenes from any tv series you guys would watch together.

It catches the family off guard sometimes because you guys would just break into character out of nowhere.

Scenario ↴

"Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, could you pass me the salt?" You'd ask and Leo would suddenly turn to face you with a soft smirk.

"Oh my sugar-plum, here you go, just the way you love it" He'd say in a more dramatic voice as he hands it to you.

"Uh oh..."

"Oh, you know me so well. A little sprinkle of love… and salt" You'd say, sprinkling the salt into your soup.

"I always do sprinkle a little bit of extra salt in your life, you know... to keep things exciting" He winks at you which earns a disgusted groan out of his brother.

"Uuugggh!! C'mon!!!"

"Don't get carried away now cuppy-cake. I still want you to enjoy our lovely soup" You'd say, feeding him a spoonful that he drinks with a satisfied hum.

"It's perfect... just perfect. We must celebrate this!! To eternal love, salted and peppered!!" Leo would say, holding up his drink, pretending it was wine as he takes a huge gulp from it.

"You guys need help and I mean serious help" April said, pointing her spoon at both of you.

It's always fun to act it out (only for you two) because it would end with you and him bursting into laughter everytime.

Last thing I wanna add is that Leo definitely prepares the bed before you guys cuddle.

He always make sure everything is in place. The pillows, the blankets, some squishmallows, whatever it is that you need!!!

Honestly? He is 100% a loverboy.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Could umm… you happen to do another if creator had a child and its wanderer. The only odd/strange thing about the baby is that they have ball joints like a puppet?just wondering

The creator had a 

Doll like child

Wc: ~700

“Wanderer?” You ask without fully expecting an answer, whenever you spend the night stargazing both of you get lost in your thoughts.

“What?” 

“What we did a few weeks ago was to spite Raiden?” your eyes look at him,m while he still lays down, the dark fibers of his hair brushing against the milky white of his skin “Hey, answer”

“You are incredible, you know” his brow furrows and softly sighs “asking such dumb questions”

“Just answer it”

“Do you truly need me to say it to your face?” he looks tired, as if the question seemed so unbelievably obvious to him. When your eyes meet he sighs again like an angsty teen “no, I didn't start intimacy with you just to bother the hag. I would never fall that low”

A soft hum leaves your lips, nodding to the comforting words you had to wrangle out of him.

“Why even the question? That was like four months ago” 

“I think I might be pregnant” his surprised jolt almost made him slide off the roof.

“How is that possible even?” He presses his elbow, feeling the ball and socket joint underneath the false skin. Two pieces of wood rotating around a small sphere rather than your own arm, where the bones were secured by ligaments and muscles had to contract for every movement.

“Honestly, I wonder the same”

“Aren't you supposed to know everything?”

“Last time I checked dolls weren't able to reproduce”

“Do you think it will be human or more like… me?” the last part of his question sounded almost heartbroken. Softly you grasp his fingers in your hand, encouraging him.

“I will love them regardless”

“How weird, at birth Ara seemed pretty hypotonic, but now she seems alright” one of the bimarstan nurses checks the baby, pulling her off the ground from her arms and laying her flat on her palm. But she felt like a ragdoll if it wasn't by her breathing and her annoyed expression by the handling

“At least there doesn't seem to be anything else”

“let's just keep an eye on it” she promptly returns her to you.

‘could that be because of wanderer? He said that part of what kept him together was elemental energy, it could be that as she grows she absorbs it’ 

“Ara, what are you doing?” You ask playfully to the toddler who sneaked in the kitchen and made a mess with the pots and lids.

“I see someone is quite active this morning, huh?” The father of said child pops from behind you, passes by your side and plops the year old on his hip. Her gummy smile is an adorable sight, her chubby hand pointing to his hat and the other grabbing the lid she put on her head.

“Are you trying to imitate someone?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He looks at his child and back at you “we aren't even that similar” he says while holding his mini clone. At the same time they both lean their head sideways, the hats leaning towards that side.

“Isn't she so cute?” Nahida looks at your toddler daughter brushing her doll's hair, her dark hair framing her face and her big blue eyes reflecting the sunlight off them.

“She does remind me of a Hina doll” Raiden approaches a hand to pat her head but Ara slaps it away before poking out her tongue and rushes outside “did she just…”

Your hand cups your cheek, curious at what happened to your usual quiet baby “That is quite unexpected, she does tend to enjoy getting her hair played with” could hatred be inherited by genes? That was the only reason you could think of for a 3 year old to hate Raiden on sight.

“And if you see a woman wearing a kimono and a braid she is a witch that came to curse you, so make sure to kick her in the shin, understood?”

“Kitty!” the girl yells as she opens her presents

“Yes, that is a cat, Bu’er brought it to you for you birthday” as you look deeper into the black cat you can't help but feel its dark fur and purple eyes remind you of someone. Even more so when a small black kitten and a coloured cat are also in the box.

[angelismmm]

hellooo!! i hope you’re having a nice day ^_^ if ur taking requests still could you please write some hopeless romantic sova x gn!reader PLEASEE SOVA FANS R STARVING! THANK YOUU

⟡ moth to a flame ft. sova

・synopsis. just affectionate lover with lover things ♪

・notes. i love sova sm too but i barely see content for him and it makes me pretty sad honestly </3, no need to worry tho why read when i can write!!!

・warnings. gn! reader, implied relationship, lovey dovey icky stuff (cheesy*), fluffy wuffy

AGENT 6: SOVA, just him trying to love <3

treats you like an equal, but also respects you more than normal,

when he realized his feelings for you that were romantic, definitely starts treating you like a god, babooshka taught him nothing less.

and if you haven't ate anything in the most recent time and you're really just zoning out and stuff; he'll cook, you don't have to say anything, he'll get started as soon as he sees you, because most of the time the agents back at work didn't really have lunch, and didn't cook that often other than sage, jett, reyna, and breach (breach only cooks instant noodles), and honestly lowkey shy about giving you food when he does end up cooking.

kind of awkward, but you know he means well. probably a bit protective over you, will always volunteer when there's a mission that concerns you if you work at the val protocol, if not, he'll try his best to always be by your side, and when he can't, there's his daily calls with you, just to make sure.

and if you ask, he doesn't mind teaching you his mother language, honestly encourages it. if you already know russian, talking to each other about private matters in public is no problem if you don't live there. forehead kisses are a must, number 1 favorite of his, quick pecks before he leaves work is a close second.

definitely gets flustered easily, if he gets jealous, obviously he'll make sure that the person knows you're already taken. if you can, doesn't mind cooking together honestly, like him from behind you, head on your shoulder, talking to you about his day, or both of you in the kitchen just cooking together, if you're shy about anything in your appearance, he'll be sure to say otherwise.

doesn't care what you say to try argue with him, loves everything about you, and if you don't seem to talk a lot, he'll do the talking, and when you do, he'll always be there to listen. tends to be a lot like a hawk over your shoulder when with other people. is constantly near you unless something happens (like he's out on a mission, etc.), likes to hold you from behind and just whisper praise into your ears, or just in silence, either way he just falls in love all over again.

if you don't like physical touch, that's okay too, those little love letters he writes for you if he ever has to go out while he stayed the night before. and the quality time together, dates aren't all that uncommon, and i have a gut feeling he loves picnic dates the most. but a simple i love you, or a loving glance from you afar is enough to give him motive for anything.

a cute thing he does when flustered is that if he's ever moving, he just go stiffs, and red. and if there's anyone around, they also laugh a little, the calm sova they knew was easily flustered by their s/o, definitely would laugh too. jett- no, mostly all the agents tease him for it, and tease him about you.

jett and pheonix like to bump sova near you if you work there.

admires you greatly, doesn't matter if you're just a healer, or a little worse than other agents, or hell if you're way better, he admires a lot of things you do.

・overall such a sweetheart, please give him lots of kisses and appreciation

live laugh sova forever

[mytragedyperson]

Thoughts I had while reading TCF chapter 11

Love that Ron, after being like huh, the young master seems to be scared of me, I wonder if he knows something, turned around and went, guess it’s time to talk to him hunting  rabbits. He enjoys teasing his young master so much and really who can blame him? Cale’s reactions are so cute, who wouldn’t want to tease him?

Cale: I want Ron and Beacrox as far away from me as possible

Also Cale: let’s take them to the capital with us.

You’re sending mixed signals again, Cale. Poor Ron doesn’t know if you’re terrified of him and want him nowhere near you, or not scared of him and want him around constantly. You tell him to go away, then say you want him and his son to go to the capital with you. That’s not how scared people usually react to the thing or person that scares them.

Also I didn’t talk about this before but, in the chapter where KRS!Cale and Beacrox interact for the fist time, Beacrox must’ve been so confused. Here is his young master, who has never cared about him and, from what we can gather, always said his food was trash, not only coming to the kitchen himself, not only showing up with someone with the aura of the forest of darkness, but also telling him, Beacrox to cook for Choi Han and himself, AND complimenting his cooking. I’m honestly surprised he didn’t pass out from shock or confusion. But tbf I think everyone was kinda confused in that scene, everyone except Cale. Choi Han is wondering why this random obvious noble is being so nice to him, and maybe even finds it in himself to be slightly curious about what he was doing in the random residential area near the gate. Ron is confused and shocked about Choi Han, probably wondering where and how his young master found this guy, and then has the same shock as Beacrox in terms of Cale complimenting his cooking and everything. Hans is also confused by these things and possibly wondering how and why he hasn’t seen tables flipped or bottles thrown by Cale yet. And the poor nameless knight has no idea what’s going on and may also be worried that he’s technically disobeying a direct order by following them considering Cale told him not to follow them. So yeah a lot of confusion, shock, worry, curiosity, and Cale is just oblivious to it as always.

Hans: raises a valid concern about Beacrox being busy

Cale: bullshits answer and tells him to just do it

Also possibly the one time someone actually questions Cale directly. I now understand why it doesn’t happen more. You know, there are some times, early on that I just imagine Hans just sigh in his head, and it’s the most long-suffering sighs ever. This is one of those times.

But I must say I do adore Ron and Baecrox’s father-son relationship. Like how happy he is that his son is coming with them. Ron and Beacrox, man. In this household, we love Ron and Beacrox. Also the fact that Hans can’t even argue with this, considering Ron is right there and not disagreeing. You can’t explain why Ron’s son probably shouldn’t go to the capital with them when Ron is right there and going to the capital. Poor Hans.

Also the fact that every time Cale says something nice about Beacrox, or his cooking, whoever he says it to is immediately like I’ll be sure to tell him. Was this a thing? Was Beacrox over here, just distressed that the young master didn’t like his cooking? Or is this just a courtesy thing like compliments to the chef. I once again imagine a deep internal sigh but this time it’s Cale because he can’t seem to say anything nice about anyone without them finding out. Beacrox doesn’t need to know every nice thing he says about him. But he does. Because he deserves praise and compliments. I hope this never ends, they have weekly gossip sessions or something where they just talk about all the nice things Cale said about or to them, and all the nice things he did. They’ve realised Cale doesn’t like to acknowledge it so they hide away somewhere for their gossip sessions, and the kids come and join in, and it’s a lowkey (platonic) simping session. Cale is, of course oblivious, and whenever there’s danger these turn into how do we keep Cale safe meetings. They’re all busy people so can’t always be there for every meeting but they try to attend in some fashion at least once a month. Clopeh, of course, somehow manages to attend every single session, in person, and takes notes on everything.

Honestly it’s the little things that make me love Cale, like how, when he’s talking about taking Beacrox to the capital, it’s not just I can get rid of them, it’s also Beacrox should enjoy traveling to the capital and Ron will be happy to have his son there. These small moments and thoughts, that are so easily glossed over, these small unselfish moments amidst the bullshit, where it shows that he cares about them and their opinions and feelings, are the moments that show how good a person he really is. And like how when he first meets, he feels guilty about how nervous the baker is due to his reputation.

Do the bakers think he’s giving the bread to people in the slums? That would be the reasonable assumption, right? He comes to their shops, buys all the bread, takes the bread to the slums, and comes back with no bread. They must do, right? Assume that he’s giving the bread to those living in the slums? The bakers probably assume they’re contributing to something good, and they kind of are. Thanks to their bread, Cale gets the Indestructible Shield, and thus saves the people in the capital. Can you imagine if they found out their bread was partially responsible for Cale saving thos in the capital? Like I know that sounds really dumb because, well, if Cale didn’t get the bread from there he’d get a different food from someone else but the point is, he uses their bread, the bread they’ve mad so I choose to say that makes them partially responsible for Cale getting the shield and anything that happens as a result of that. Some heroes swing swords and fight enemies, others bake bread. Him saying he’ll be back when he wants to eat the bread again. I’m sorry these bakers are just not buying that Cale ate 3 big bags of bread by himself in the slums. And then he wonders why everyone starts thinking he’s a good person.

Also it took him, what, 3 days to turn this baker from being scared of him to being comfortable enough to be casual and honest about wanting more money? God I love Cale Henituse/kim Rok Soo.

Unnamed bakers appreciation. You didn’t get a name but your presence in this story made me smile. I, too, hope Cale one day returns to your shop to spend more money. I feel like he does at some point, but I don’t know how much is real canon and how much is me misremembering things from fanfics as canon. Does he actually help someone with their business, like help them with financial backing or was that a fanfic? Idk but I look forward to finding out.

The second Cale realise On and Hong were actually homeless was the second he decided once and for all to adopt them. He already wanted to but this is the moment he said fuck it I’m doing it and no one can stop me. Also at least one nosy person must live in these slums, and must have seen Cale giving them stuff every time he came to the slums, and then saw these children disappear. What that person thinks happened remains a mystery.

Cale is the king of pretending not to notice/know things. He’s also the king of actually not noticing/knowing things.

The Indestructible Shield is so polite. Even though they’re starving they still remember to say please. wait actually when you read the Indestructible Shield begging for more food, what tone did you imagine? Like was it quite manic and urgent? Or did it start weak and gradually get stronger as they slowly recovered their grudge? Or was it something else. Maybe a mixture of the two actually, starts off weak, but gradually gets stronger and more manic.

Congratulations to the third baker for making Indestructible Shield’s favourite bread.

AU where Indestructible Shield is a food critic. Ooh, all the Ancient powers are people and they found baby Kim Rok Soo and raised him, and he ended up befriending the other characters, including original Cale Henituse.

If this is Indestructible Shield’s reaction to bread, I wonder how they’d react to cake. Also how do they know it’s called bread. Cale might’ve said it, that’s the only answer I have.

Honestly Cale just standing there, listening to them talk about bread, while politely nodding, without interrupting them straight away just sounds precious to me. Is there a manhwa illustration of this and, if so, where can I find it.

I love how anytime the Forest of Darkness is mentioned it’s in relation to something bad, and then later Cale just tuns around and goes, well, time to make the Forest of Darkness our home and, having not actually read that far, I can only assume this turned out to be more helpful for their victory than he anticipated.

Also Cale didn’t have to compliment their evaluation but he did, so another piece of proof for Cale actually being nice. Why am I keeping track of this? My brain said to, and I refuse to argue.

Also if I could find the manhwa page for the man-eating tree’s transformation, I’d appreciate that, because that sounds pretty. Or fanart. I just wanna see some of these visuals. And also any art of Cale with the shield itself. Man I’m gonna have to look for fanart after this

Honestly, the indestructible shield sounds so pretty and comforting. I think I’d want that one, just so I could look at it. It just sound so useful.

Just think, the only reason Cale survived getting all these ancient powers is because he wanted to strengthen the first one he got, and decided to get Vitality of the Heart next. Sure, this might be because it was on the way, but it’s still interesting that, if he’d not gotten this one next, he would’ve died. Again, the god of luck has a love hate relationship with Cale and it shows.

And he still thinks of Choi Han killing him, even though Choi Han has literally zero reason to. I’m going to keep note of this because I want to see if and when this changes and how long it takes in terms of chapters.

Cale: it seems too divine

Also Cale: collects divine items

Nope, not many reasons at all for Cale to use this shield. Only once or twice.

Small and faint. No one will notice. Hmm. Don’t mind me, just leaving this here, no reason, no reason at all.

Cale really enjoys patting things to show appreciation and stuff. Like the baker, the former man-eating tree. The cat tribe siblings. Raon.

Also he never bothers getting the carriage because he wants On and Hong to be able to follow him so he can pull the these strays followed me home act.

Is that a stupid question? Asking your young master what’s going on when they suddenly arrive home with 2 random stray cats? Did original Cale even like cats? We know Kim Rok Soo claimed not to but I’m inclined to believe he wasn’t being fully honest there.

Wait, so, did he not see the cats before Cale gave them to him? Was he asking why he was walking home in the rain? I guess the random kittens answers that?

Hans really is one of the most relatable characters here honestly.

Hans respects the kittens more than he respects Cale. That’s so valid of him.

“whatever you want” as if he didn’t just put the kittens in his arms and tell him to take them. Just admit you want him to take care of them, it’s ok, we won’t judge you.

Poor Hans, he’s so confused, Cale puts him through so much and explains none of it. Also poor On and Hong, they must’ve been so surprised he knew it was them. He’s so mean, teasing them like that.

Idk man. Is it the normal thing to assume the two siblings from the slums, and the two cats you see every day are the same? Maybe in a fantasy world. Oh well. This is why Cale’s smarter than me.

Also where did he get the pasta? He didn’t mention stopping somewhere to get it and they said he left home early. I know he probably did just buy it, but my heart is saying he woke up early and prepared it himself secretly. That probably didn’t happen, but it sounds cute.

Yes. Most people would assume you wouldn’t know the things you know. And you know that. You just enjoy surprising people. Istg he’s such a little shit.

And then there’s just Hans, standing there, holding the kittens, completely confused but so used to never getting proper answers, probably thinking, “know what?” and wondering why he appears to be asking the cats this. Oh Hans.

[beaker1636]

Christmas Miracle pt. 2 - Chris Four Years Later

AN: Nothing but cute fluffy Christmas content ahead, I loved it! Not as emotional as part 1 but I wanted to go for cute :)

“Can I help you finish anything babe, I have everything finished upstairs for the surprise later,” Chris says softly, stepping up behind you in the kitchen.

“Nope, everything else just needs to go in the oven for set times.  I am getting ready to do that now and then we just wait for our family to join us,” you say softly, moving to pull a couple baking dishes out of the fridge now that the oven has preheated.

Once everything is in the oven Chris moves to pull you into a tight hug, wanting to feel close to you while you get Christmas dinner ready for your families to join you shortly. He still can’t believe this is your fourth Christmas since the two of you finally got together, that it has been just over a year since the two of you got married.  And now the two of you have your own little one on the way, he finally is having the life that he has wanted to have with you for years and he couldn’t be happier honestly.

“How are you feeling today? I noticed you sneak off to the bathroom a couple times already this morning, is the morning sickness bad today?” He asks you softly, knowing that you were trying to hide it from him when you did get sick.  You hate it when he worries about you, when he worries about it.  

“Yeah, today has been bad again.  They told me after 12 weeks it was supposed to get better but it has not been getting any better, I’m also extremely exhausted honestly,” you admit softly. “It is going to be hard to hide it when all the family are here later, but at least we don’t need to hide it for much longer.  I think everyone was suspicious at Thanksgiving.”

“Nah, everyone bought it when I said you had food poisoning and stayed home.  You however are going to want to go put on something baggier, your little belly is showing and while it isn’t much I think your mom would probably notice,” he says to you.  His hand moves to rest on your stomach and rub it softly before backing away so that you can do just that.

“Yeah, I have a sweater I was going to put on that is a bit baggy to hide it.  And really, your mom is the one who notices everything.  I could look at you weird and she could figure out what is wrong,” you joke, kissing his cheek before you stand back up and make your way to your room to slip on your Christmas sweater and then make your way back down to the kitchen.

“You aren’t wrong, I didn’t even tell her when I was going to propose and she figured it out by herself.  Woman is going to predict her own death before it happens I swear,” he jokes with you, giving you a smile before pulling you down on his lap.

“It has been hard not telling anyone, I want to share it but I didn’t want to risk it before we hit the 12 weeks.  Plus isn’t it only fitting that now we announce everything at family Christmas? Our first kiss, us getting engaged, the next year getting married right before christmas, and now our baby.  It is going to be hard to come up with something new to tell them next year,” you say with a giggle, thinking back on the past few years.

“The band knows simply because I had to warn them we have to quit touring at the end of June so I can be here for the birth and a while after.  We all agreed we’d take that time off the rest of the year to work on the new album so I can stay home,” he smiles at you. “They were all really happy for us, Vinny making a joke that dad is finally going to be a dad.”

“Why does that not surprise me honestly with him,” you get cut off from your thoughts when the doorbell rings.

“I better get that, I will see you soon mama,” he says leaning in to give you a kiss before standing up and kneeling in front of you. “And you too baby,” he says before leaving a soft kiss on your belly before standing up and making his way to the front door to let both families in.

Your timer goes off while you listen to everyone greet each other in the other room so you move from your chair to go to the oven and pull everything out, the smells instantly hitting you.  The second everything is out of the oven you make your way to the bathroom where you find yourself vomiting again, for the third time that day, tears streaming down your cheeks.

A moment later you hear the bathroom door open and then shut again before your husband is behind you, pulling your hair out of your face in one hand while rubbing your back with his other. 

“I told them that you spilled something on yourself, that you would be back down in a minute or two. Are you okay baby?” He asks you softly when you stop, your stomach finally settling some.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.  The smell of everything when I opened the oven got to me . You can go back out there. I’ll brush my teeth quickly and then be back,” you say softly, slowly standing up to start doing just that after he steps out of the bathroom.

When you walk back out your mother pulls you into a hug, followed by your sister and the rest of both families.  Everyone happy to be getting time with the two of you, to be spending another Christmas together.  Technically this is the first Christmas where you are all one family now that you and Chris are married, officially bringing both families together.

“Chris wasn’t joking that work is wearing you down lately, you have such bad dark circles dear.  Hopefully after the holidays it’ll be better for you,” his mom says as she pulls you into a hug. 

You wondered what he was telling his family to explain your obvious exhaustion, he is really smart.  That is a great excuse actually. “Yeah, it always is rough this time of year but after the first it shouldn’t be too bad.” 

You smile at her, watching all your family mingle for a couple minutes before you let them know that Christmas dinner is done if they all want to make their way to the dining room to eat.  You are trying so hard to not let it show that the smells of the food is bothering you again, hoping that nobody notices that anything is up with you.

“Thank you for hosting this year you two, this really is a lovely meal y/n,” Chris’ mother says with a smile once everyone is sat down with a plate of food at the table.

“Of course, thank you for letting me help,” you respond.  Raising your own wine glass for the toast that she is proposing, pretending to take a sip when everyone else around you does.  

You also pretend that you are eating dinner with them all, taking a few bites of what you know is safe but moving everything else around to try and make it look like you are eating when in all actuality you aren’t having that much.  You don’t want to risk anyone figuring out what is going on before you are ready to announce it to them, Chris has it all planned out and you don’t want to ruin it for him.

“So what do you two have up your sleeve this year? You keep throwing us for a loop every Christmas,” you mom suddenly asks, you almost choking on your food at her question.

“Mom, really?” You groan, now coughing slightly as Chris rubs your back, comforting you after you are caught completely off guard with her question.

“Well, it is valid,” your sister says, giving you side eye from next to her boyfriend.  She thinks she knows what is up with you now, noticing that your wine glass is still completely full and you never turn down wine.  She also noticed that Chris is watching you closely, he always has but it seems to be a bit more in a protective way than usual.  She has suspicions that you are pregnant, but she won’t say anything until you do because it is not her secret to tell… and because she may be wrong.  She wouldn’t be shocked if you are, she knows that your entire life you have always dreamed of being a mother, of having children of your own to take care of.

“Can we just finish eating before you all grill us, I would like to eat without having to worry about my wife choking on her food,” Chris jokes, glancing at your family. He knows at this point he can’t deny that you have something to tell them but he also won’t straight up admit that there is anything either.  

“I think that is fair,” his sister Jennifer says, smiling at the two of you.  She always has had your back through the years when your families have pushed things on the two of you, like the years they were trying to get the two of you together.  The two of you have always been decent friends yourselves so you are thankful to have her on your side.

Everyone drops the subject, talking about random things as they all continue to eat dinner with one another.  Enjoying the company of both families as they sit around the table.  You can’t help but smile, taking a couple photos as people are distracted so that you have them for your memories.

“Okay, we’re all done eating so I guess I can tell you something now,” Chris teases, getting up from the table to go and show your family the surprise that he has spent the last week working on preparing for them. 

“I have been working on a project for about a week in one of the spare bedrooms, and I am struggling, I don’t quite like how it is going, can I get your opinions on it?” Chris asks, looking mostly at your mothers but meaning everyone.  

“You want us to help you decorate a spare bedroom?” His brother Nick questions, finding the entire situation odd.

“Well yeah, it’s kind of a surprise for y/n how I did it, I haven’t let her see it yet either.  So if you all will follow me you can tell me if it is good enough to show her yet,” Chris rushes his words, more so excited to one, tell his family that you two are expecting and two, finally show you the nursery he has been painting and putting together all week.  He wanted to do it for you, to surprise you and do something nice for you and the baby.

Everyone stands up and starts following him upstairs, you included before he stops outside of the bedroom the two of you agreed would be the nursery. 

“Mom and Mom, why don’t you two open the door and look first,” he says, backing away from the door so your mothers could be the first ones to open it and find out the big secret.  Moving to stand next to you behind everyone while they all slowly walk in, taking in the room for a moment while his hands rest on your belly again.

“Well I feel dark purple is a weird color for a nurs…. Wait, are you?” His mom cuts off and asks before turning to look at the two of you, realization hitting her at what this room is.

“Yeah ma, y/n’s pregnant,” Chris says with a big smile, excited that both families have finally figured it out, cheering and moving to give both of you big hugs, celebrating with you.

“Is this sonogram yours then?” Your mother asks when she notices the little photo in a frame on the dresser in the room, picking it up to look at it.

“Yes, we’ve already had the first ultrasound, that was about a week ago.  We are 13 weeks now, due in July,” you answer her. Watching as she shows it to Chris’ mother, both of them now with happy tears on their cheeks. 

You eventually manage to get your families away from the room and settle in the living room, but not before both your mothers made you lift up your shirt and let them touch your barely there bump.  For whatever reason they think they need to do so, making you slightly uncomfortable at the action but knowing you will have to get used to it.  Hell it still is weird to you when Chris randomly wants to touch it, sit there with his hands resting on it.

You all exchange some gifts downstairs and spend time together before both families leave, but not before your own mother looks at you and goes “Told you that the two of you would be together and make your own family one day.”

You hug her and roll your eyes, thanking her for coming as well as everyone else in both families but glad that you and Chris are finally alone for the night.  

“So, did you like the nursery mommy?” He asks you, hoping that you enjoyed what he did to it.  That was your first time seeing it since he started setting it up, and he was nervous about what you would think.

“I loved it, thank you dad,” you say softly, giving him a light kiss as you both sit on the couch in front of the Christmas tree. “You know, next Christmas will be just as special, babies first Christmas.”

“I think we need to stop giving our mothers Christmas surprises though, pretty sure one of these years we are going to kill them with a heart attack,” he jokes, watching you move to lay your head in his lap while you lay down on the couch.  One of his hands move to play with your hair while the other rests on your stomach, wanting to be close to both of you.  

“I have something for you though, here,” you reach onto the table next to you, pulling an envelope off the table before laying back down on his lap.

“What’s this?” He asks, looking down at you curiously before he starts to open it.

“Remember how we wanted to find out what we are having so we did the bloodwork to know early? The results came the other day but I kept it for tonight, wanting it to be our own little Christmas gift. So let’s find out what we are having together,” you say softly, encouraging him to open the envelope and look at the results.

“Are you ready to know baby? We are having a baby….. Girl,” he says softly, some happy tears forming in his eyes when he reads the results to you, a big smile forming on his face before he helps you sit up so he can kiss you. Both of you smiled into it while you were surrounded by the joy of knowing what your little one would be, that you got to find out together on a holiday that means so much for the two of you. 

When he pulls away you notice a couple of the tears that you saw forming in his eyes have fallen and you brush them away from his cheeks, your own starting to fall. “And they say the mother is usually more emotional while pregnant,” you tease him.

“You knew I was hoping for a little girl that I could spoil like I do her mommy… thank you, this was the best gift you could have given me this year,” he says softly. 

“I would thank you but I’m the one stuck doing all the work,” you tease, giving him another kiss before moving back to how you were laying before.

“Can I make a Santa Baby joke or is it too early for me to start making dad jokes?” Chris asks with a laugh, you just roll your eyes and don’t answer.  You know you could never stop the dad jokes, but you wouldn’t trade your husband for anything.

[skynapple]

My Xavier Playlist So Far

Youtube

Spotify

My songs and explanations under the cut! This is def more from Xavier's perspective, not really what I think his vibe is or what music I think he listens to.

Everything, Everywhere by Vaultboy

"Tell me why I'm stuck in a time loop while the pendulum swings on by

Tell me why I see you in everything, everywhere all the time"

Honestly enough said :(

When You Think of Me by JP Saxe

"Cause I swear I loved you fully

And I'm sorry not for stayin' who we thought I'd be

When you think of me

Am I just another man who leaves?"

Definitely from the perspective of thinking of the woman he left on the other side of the deepspace portal.

Iris, by Nightly

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

This is just a very intimate sounding cover. More emotional than the original, I think.

OK THIS ONE HEAR ME OUT:

Bernstein, by The Band Camino

"At another place in time, you were infinitely mine

Relatively alright when Berenstein was fine

At another place in time, only parallel to mine

The universe was alright when Berenstein was fine"

The concept of this song drives me absolutely INSANE and is one of my all-time favorite songs for this reason.

The concept is that maybe not in this lifetime, but somewhere out there in an alternate universe, in another dimension, there's a timeline where you'll never be apart, where you'll be together. Where things work out. Where in this lifetime maybe there's tragedy, but in another lifetime, you're mine. And if that isn't Xavier x MC I don't know what is.

The reason they say "Where berenstein is fine" is because of the whole theory of the mandala effect and if you don't know you should definitely look it up, it'll make much more sense! The mandala effect comes about because everyone seems to have a collective memory of something that never happened (in the songs case its the pronunciation of Berenstein/Bernstein), but people think it's result of a parallel universe? Anyway. It's tragic and beautiful and reminds me of MC having some vague recollections.

Superhero, by Lauv

"I met a superhero

I lost her

I want her back"

More tragedy in finding the person who was the one but never really being able to meet them again and while we know him and MC are reunited there's definitely been timelines where fate wasn't so kind.

Like No One Does, by Jake Scott

"The way that your hair falls in the morning when you first wake up

The way that I know all of the weird things in your coffee cup

I love the way I know that you're lying, the way that you're smiling

Darling, I love that I know you like no one does"

On a different note this one is very cute about a longterm relationship and possibly married life. He's happy to spend every intimate moment of his life with her!

Her Eyes the Stars, by LUCHS

This one is actually just an instrumental piano piece but it's very sweet, soft, and a bit sad, and I mean come on... the song title.

Last Man In The World, by The Band Camino

"I could find my way to you even if I had my eyes closed

When I'm with you, every time, I'm like "Where did all the time go?"

Come on we all have seen Xavier's cards. This one is purely about just wanting someone and yeah, "kiss me like I'm the last man in the world." And how when he's with her, everything else falls away.

Dancing in the Kitchen, by Zachary Knowles

"I wanna twirl you 'round the kitchen

Don't worry bout no dirty dishes

Not tryna do nothing ambitious, yeah

I just wanna dance with you"

Another cute song. Two things we know Xavier loves: being in the kitchen, and dancing with MC. This song is just good vibes and about enjoying being with the woman he loves.

Wake Me Up, by Mason Murphy and Parker Rudd

"Cause ever since the first time

You opened up my world I

Just can′t seem to close my eyes and sleep

I′m locked inside this day dream

Don't need any saving

But I need you to wake me up"

Because eepy boi! He's just an eepy guy!

Way After Forever, by Vaultboy

"I'm gonna love you way after forever

And if the Earth ends, I'll love you in Space

I'm gonna stay by your side through whatever

Through all the fights that I know I won't win

And every day that we're both getting older

I'll love you over and over and over

And over again"

Good God this song was written for Xavier x MC

It's so soft and sweet :( I do be crying about it.

[blackjack-15]

it is Late i am making it through i swear 15 min left approx let's do thissss

ebra's struggling but tina's there for him!! you've got this baby!!

"can i ask you something, and you can tell me to f//k off?" "kay?" the hesitency he's got, her openness, the way he's standing in the shadow of her writing on the whiteboard and she's in his??

most importantly, the way the words turn purple between them? i was making an innuendo but i EFFING CALLED IT ANYWAY

she's so defensive about wanting a star and i think she's expecting him to dissuade her? but i think he's actually just trying to make sure it's what she wants

"you're gonna have to care about everything. more than anything." he knows the cost, he's gonna tell her the cost, but if she really wants it, he'll do what he can to get her that star

and her sharing about her catering business! and him smiling when she says "and you know me, i'm like yeah, let's go!" he does know her; at no point would syd have said no

"i spooned that shit over king's hawaiian rolls" "sounds delicious" "it wasn't bad" this is really cute honestly

and he's asking about her moving in with her dad!! he's curious!! he's invested!! i'm dying!!

"that's why i moved in with my dad" "oh shit! that was the one!" "that was the one" THEY'RE FLIRTING I'M NOT OKAY they're flirty and smiling and this is really cute it cannot go on

"least you can rely on him" yup carmy's got no father to speak of -- closest would probably be Mikey, maybe a bit of Cicero, bit of Richie?

"is your mom cool?" THE ILLUSIVE MOM. I NEED MORE.

oh that non answer. something's up, her mum's not there right now, or she's sick too, or something, something's wrong here

and he doesn't push

oh it's so bad XD the food is so bad! that's not signifying that their partnership isn't at its final point yet or anything! that would be crazy! it's random stuff in TV happens for no reason right?? right??

the 'sorry' sign!! oh that's lovely that 1) it happened in his kitchen and 2) he internalized it enough to use it! also him apologizing for syd thinking she hurt him -- what a fascinating spot for it to come out, really speaks to carmy's psyche huh

and she does it right back. these two are stupid cute

and he was gonna ask about her dad again before she comes up with the grape thing. carmy honey curiosity is a facet of love, you know that right babe?

"that's something" "it's something" and the handshake i just like 1) speaking their own language again!! and 2) more casual touching for no real reason huh?? i see you two

[h4nn4hra]

Incorrect quotes

P2

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Horace: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Will : Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

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Leander: I dare you-

Crowley: Halt is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Leander: Why not?

Halt: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

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Will : Halt, I am questioning your sanity...

Horace: I never questioned it, I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

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Halt: Are they stupid?

Will : Yes, but they prefer to be called Horace.

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Horace, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Gilan: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Horace: Ohhhh-

Will : Both of you get out of this kitchen

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Horace, when Will walks in: Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza.

Horace: *accidentally smacks Halt in the face with the baking sheet*

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Will : Why did you guys dress up as each other for Halloween?

Horace: Halt is the scariest thing I could think of!

Halt: Horace told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible.

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Halt: Guys where did Will go?

Horace: They got arrested.

Halt: How the hell-

Will: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

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Will: Okay, what does A stand for?

Cassandra: Arson.

Will : Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?

Cassandra: Barson.

Horace: *laughter*

Will : What stands for C?

Cassandra: Commit arson.

Horace: Oooo.

Will: D!

Cassandra: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.

Horace: *more laughter*

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Halt: What about Horace?

Will: Don't worry about them.

Will: I once watched them fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating their hotdog like nothing happened.

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Jenny: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.

Alyss: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.

Jenny: Not when you’re playing with George, it’s not. They put words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

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Alyss: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Will without them noticing?

Horace: Hey, Will, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.

Will: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up.

Alyss:...

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Crowley: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something.

Crowley: I need my socks.

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Will: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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Horace: I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on.

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Halt: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

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Gilan: And now for a gay update with Crowley and Halt.

Crowley: Getting gayer.

Gilan: Thank you, Crowley.

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Halt: Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible?

Horace: I gotta give you credit, Will. You make it look easy.

Will: Years of practice.

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Duncan, to Halt: your so small.

Halt: *proceeds to kick them in the shin*

Crowley, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call Halt small.

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Duncan: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Halt: I'm a knife.

Crowley, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

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Cassandra: The moon looks beautiful tonight

Horace: Yeah, but do you know what's even more beautiful?

Both: *Sigh* Will

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Halt: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-

Crowley: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ *hugs Halt from behind*

Halt : Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-

Duncan: This is so cute.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hi dear.

Got an exam in a couple of days and I'm re-reading all Chris' one short, because why not?

Back to us, could you give me some updates of princess and knight!Chan? Is he courting her or are they already married? If he is courting her I think he'll organise some cute dates around the country to let her see everything her father never allowed her to experience.

Now I'll stop procrastinating and go back to study soils and thin sections. I think I'll be back in a few days, hopefully with a good mark.

Have a nice start of the week and rest when you and your lovely lizard brain need it.

-🌑

re-reading fanfics during exam season is just a way to keep ourselves sane. i support you, bb.

this is so long, oh my god. but here are my Thoughts on Chan and his princess after the events of Runaway Princess:

i imagine it takes a while for them to get married after she settles in Naeel's realm. Chan doesn't want to rush into things, and honestly, our princess doesn't want to, either. she wants to savour this new life of hers before she takes any big steps.

what didn't take long, though, was for Chan to introduce her to his family and friends. it happened a couple of days after they reunited at her doorstep, and of course everyone close to Chan loved her. not only for her, but also because of how happy Chan looked.

"I haven't seen him smiling this bright in years", one of his friends told the princess at some point, which will make her feel all warm and fuzzy.

Chan is often busy with his duties as a Royal Guard, just like she is with her own job, but they still try to make time for each other. They'll go on dates, be it doing a picnic or going to eat at one of Chan's favourite places or just going to see the sunset or sunrise. Whatever it was, they always spent as much time together as possible.

Sometimes, they'll walk past each other in the castle and simply smile and bow their heads at one another, especially if either of them already has company... sometimes, Chan takes a hold of her waist and pushes her against the nearest wall to kiss her breathless, hidden behind a column, giggling like they're both teenagers sneaking around just to make out. "makes my day better", he'll say. because it does. kissing his princess always makes his day ten times brighter.

As a knight, Chan has this reputation of being serious, professional, and intimidating, so, when rumours start to spread of a supposed affair between a Royal Knight and a Royal Seamstress, no one even suspected he was the one involved.

You see, it's not a secret that they're together. There's no need for it to be a secret, the Queen already knows. Hell, she's their number one supporter, she even encourages them to meet often. "Fuck him in the kitchen pantries if you must. Have fun, I'm begging you", she tells her friend sometimes, she tells Chan similar things as well. So it's not really a secret, it's just something that hasn't come up and they haven't explicitly said to anyone in the castle.

Until one day our princess goes to Chan while he's training with his fellow knights, because he left something at her house the night before. He'll just take the item from her hands, and offer a "Thank you, my love", before he presses a lingering kiss on her cheek, right there in front of everyone, with no shame.

News spread fast at the castle, and by the time the princess was back at her workspace the other seamstresses had cornered her and asked for every single detail because "How the hell did you warm up that man's cold heart?"

Nothing really changed much after everyone found out, tbh. everyone quickly realised the story of the anonymous knight and seamstress was way more fun when they didn't know who it was, so as soon as their identities came to light no one really cared about it.

Naeel made sure Chan and our princess took time off together (she alone can make this ship sail, fr...), so whenever they did have some, Chan took her places outside of the castle town, just like you described.

Chan will propose a couple of years after the events of the story. He'll take his princess to the same inn with the hot springs where they first had sex. He'll convince the inn owner to let them go to one of the more private areas of the spring, one reserved only for married couples. The inn owner didn't want to at first, but as soon as Chan explained that he wanted to propose, and why he wanted to propose there, they just let him do it.

the princess says yes, of course. and as soon as they're back home they do get married. and when i say as soon as, i mean 'as soon as'. they didn't even go to their homes to leave their belongings, they went straight to Naeel and asked her to marry them, which she did (she was crying the entire time, just so happy for her best friend and Chan).

they finally moved in together after that, and later on had a ceremony with their loved ones to celebrate their marriage.

and who knows, maybe they started trying for a child after that. or maybe they didn't, maybe they decided they wanted to be just the two of them until the end. regardless, they certainly lived happily ever after.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey Bestie 🖤Can I please request a Cash scenario? We are best friends with him and have secretly feelings for each other. One night he tells us that he goes on a date but shows up later at our place telling us that his date didn't show up. But after having a few drinks and trying to comfort him he admits that he couldn't go on that date because he has feelings for us and it ends with a night of sweet lovemaking🥺🖤Take your time Bestie, love you 🖤🖤🖤

I am more than happy to write this one 🤗 I hope you like it, love you too 😁💚💚💚

Contains: sexual content, female oral receiving, sexual intercourse.

Ever since you knew Cash, you were always head over heels for him. How could you not be? His blue eyes that remind you of the ocean, his white hair that looks like pure silver, and his smile...god that smile of his was better than perfect. Whenever he looked at you and smiled, the cute little smirky one he did whenever he was trying to make you happy, it worked like a charm every time. He was your bestfriend and you trusted him with everything, but how could you tell him that you wanted more? That's you wanted him?

One night you were just talking at his place over a cup of coffee, when he tells you "Oh hey by the way, I got myself a date" You smile and try to look happy about that. "That sounds nice Cash, so tell me, who is the lucky lady?" "Well I met her in town the other day when I was getting some new shoes. We bumped into eachother outside the shop, anyway we started taking and we both ended up discussing about meeting up and going for a drink on Friday night" "That's sounds lovely Cash, I'm happy for you" He doesn't answer back, but he does give you a smile.

"So uhh? Are you up to anything Friday night?" "Well my Friday isnt as exiting as yours is going to be. I'm just going to be at my place, probably watching some comedy special on Netflix. As you can tell I'm really living it up" You both chuckle at eachother at your last comment, but even though Cash has himself a date, your happy that he can find someone to be happy with. "What time are you meeting her?" "7.30 at the cocktail bar near that clothes shop you get great deals in" "Oh yeh I have been in that cocktail place before, my favourite is 'Sex on the beach', it's such a great drink" "Are you sure it's just the drink?" "Alright shut up idiot" You say as you giggle.

You both carry on with your chat until you head home, and before you know it, its Friday night, and you were sat on your sofa by yourself while Cash was out on a date. You shouldn't be upset about that, but you are. You knew that Cash didnt see you in that way so you shouldn't be jealous, but you still were. Sat on the sofa about 8.30, you were watching a comedy show with a glass of wine and bag chocolate buttons, just trying to keep your mind off Cash being out with another woman, when all of a sudden there is a knock at your door. "Who is it?" You shout from the sofa. "Hey Y/N it's me Cash" Cash? Why is he hear?

You get up and open the door to see him standing in the hallway. "Hey, what's up Cash? Dont you have a date?" "Yeh uhh...she kind of stood me up" "Oh Cash I'm so sorry, come on in" You invite him in and he sits down on the sofa, you then grab the bottle of wine from the kitchen and a spare glass before taking a seat next to him. "What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" "Theres nothing much to say, I turned up and she didnt. But honestly it's ok, it's not the end of the world" "I'm sorry you got stood up Cash, she didnt deserve to go out with you. Your too good for her" "Well I wouldn't go that far, but thanks. I dont suppose I could hang out with you could I?"

"The fact that you have to ask almost hurt my feelings Cash" "Your feelings? I didnt know you had those" "Oh you #sshole!" You say before starting a play fight with him, playfully pushing him down on the sofa and him trying to protect himself with a pillow. He is laughing so hard before saying "Alright! Alright you win! You have feelings!" "Good boy! Now, do you want some wine or not?" "The day I say no to a glass of wine, just assume I have been abducted by aliens" You giggle as you pour him some wine, and you spend the next couple of hours just talking, laughing and having a nice time hanging out and watching funny things on TV.

It was about 10.30 now, and the wine bottle was all finished. "Aww would you look at that, no more happy juice" "Y/N did you seriously just call wine happy juice?" "Technically if you think about it, wine is made from grapes which is a fruit, and can be made into fruit juice. And when we drink it is makes us happier. So I'm not exactly incorrect about that" "Touche Y/N, touche" You chuckle at him before putting your empty glass down on the table, but when you sit back up to face Cash, he is looking at you differently. "Cash why are you looking at me like that? And what's with the smile?" He looks down as he chuckles, then back up at you as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"You uhh, you know were bestfriends right? And we tell eachother everything?" "Yes...Oh Cash what did you do? Did you take my last chocolate bar out of the cupboard again? Because I swear if you did-" "No! No, Y/N no. I just wanted....I wanted to tell you something" "Alright? What is it?" "Well..." he says while running his fingers though his hair again "You remember when I told you about that date I had tonight? And how she stood me up?" "Yes....what about it?" "Well hears the thing, I wasnt completely honest with you" "In what way Cash?" "I uhh, I didnt get stood up. I went and she was there...but I couldn't go through with it. I couldn't have the date with her"

"Wait what? But why?" "When I was there I, I dont know it just didnt feel right. Like I knew that it wouldnt work between us, and i couldn't see a future" "Cash it was a first date! Of course your not going to feel that kind of thing straight away, I dont know why you didnt stay and give it a try" You keep listing reasons as to why he should have had the date, but it just seemed like white noise to Cash at this point. He couldn't help but look at you, and find you so unbelievably attractive. "You should have at least had one drink with her Cash, I mean it's the least-" Your talking was very suddenly cut off, by Cash sitting right next to you, taking your face in his hands and him pressing his soft and inviting lips onto yours.

That was very unexpected, but it was an incredible feeling. His kiss was slow, and so sensual. It definitely shut you up that's for sure. You had always imagined kissing him, but now it was happening, his lips were soft and warm, and his tounge was moving in your mouth and against your tounge and lips in the most perfect way. Most guys you had been with either used too much tounge or not enough, but Cash was perfect. Once the kiss ended, you both still had your eyes closed as you slowly both backed up, to then look eachother in the eye. "Wow ummm....you just kissed me Cash"

"I certainly did Y/N. I have wanted to do that for so long, and the reason it didnt feel right on that date tonight, is because she wasn't who I wanted....she wasnt you. And your the only one I want" You cant belive your ears, your cheeks felt very warm against his hands and your heart was beating so hard you could hear it. It was finaly happening, Cash felt the same way you did, but you couldn't get words out. So instead you just pull him in for another incredible kiss just like the one he gave you. It was even better the second time around, and this time things just got even better. He pulled you onto his lap while the kiss never broke, and with his arms around your legs he stands up with you wrapped around him as he takes you into the bedroom.

Once he enters your bedroom he presses you up against the wall and holds you there with his incredibly strong arms as he stars kissing up and down your neck. Your hand runs through his silver hair as he kisses you, and when he looks back into you eyes, he kisses your lips again before throwing you onto the bed. You just lie there as he stands at the edge, smiling at you as he pulls off his shirt and unbucles his belt infront of you. You then pull your shirt up above your head, and as you do that, Cash is leaning on top of you as his lips find yours again. His lips leave yours for a moment, but then his starts moving down your body, running his tounge over your cleavage before unhooking your bra.

Once the bra is pulled off by him, one of your nipples is in his mouth as he sucks, and the other is in his hand as his fingers ever so slightly twist. You cant help the little moans that escape your lips, and he is loving watching you squirm under his touch. Once he has given attention to both your breasts he starts leaving a trail of little kisses from your chest all the way down to your trousers. He pulls off your trousers slowly, observing your every expression and move, then he wraps his finger around the top part of your underwear and slowly pulls them down your legs. He looks so damn sexy as he is turning you on, you dont even have a chance to think before his mouth and tounge go to work again on your sensitive clit.

"Oh fuck, oh Cash" His hands hold your hips as he devours you, making your excitement build and build. You try to reach down and pull his face up as your so close by putting your fingers through his hair, but his hands gets to yours first and pins it to your stomach as your orgasm hits you like a wave. Your screaming as the sensation hits you again and again, you now understood the meaning on multiple orgasms and he wasnt going to stop until you were spent. You were shaking by this point, and his pace slowed down so you could breath again, but that didnt mean it was over. He crawls on top of you and positions himself inbetween your legs as he looks into your eyes. "God you look so beautiful like this, I have dreamed of being like this with you for so long"

"Then dont let it be a dream anymore....take me" you say looking up at him and cradling his face in your hands. He smiles before kissing you again, and his hands takes his rock hard cock, guiding it inbetween your legs before he plunges into you all at once. He was so big, so thick and you could feel so much of him. The kiss breaks momentarily so Cash can bury his face against your neck, then he grabs a pillow, placing it under your hips and he repositioned his hips so he can go deeper, and his pace quickens until he hears your moans get gradually louder, and your begging him not to stop. Again and again his cock is slamming against your G spot and your nails dig into his back as he continues to fuck you mercilessly, eventually bringing another orgasm just as powerful and amazing at the previous one.

This amazing sexual experience goes on all night, and by then time your both finaly done, your both left lying on your backs in bed out of breath, your legs are shaking and Cash has a smile on his face a mile wide. "That....was incredible! It was better than I had ever imagined" you say, still a little breathless. Cash leans on his arm and looks over at you. "So you imagined this too? Why didnt you say anything before?" "Why didnt you say anything?" "Honestly, I didnt know weather you felt the same" "It seems we both had the same reason then" you say as you both chuckle. "You were incredible Y/N. So i know we have just had sex but, I feel like we should do something else?" "Oh Cash I dont know if I can go another round just yet" "No Y/N I wasnt thinking that. I know we kind of did it the other way around but....can I take you out for a date? A really date?" "Cash, I would love nothing more"

[sopefulheart]

marriage in ‘gilmore girls’ (pt. 1)

in this post, i'm gonna talk about how marriage/proposal is used to sweep problems under the rug in 'gilmore girls.'

wow, what a cheery topic!

1x21 - love, daisies, and troubadours

to recap, lorelai and max are fighting before a date about luke of all people. luke has just left lorelai’s house after telling her that rachel has left again. max is jealous because he thinks luke is an ex from their time apart. understandable.

max says, “why do we always do this, lorelai? when it’s just getting good again?” or whatever

they both conclude that it never ends up working out when they get back together. they both conclude they need a solution.

lorelai says “let’s break up.” max says “let’s get married.”

oh wait, but-

a few episodes back, lorelai had said to max, “i don’t ever want rory to feel unsettled in her life.” she said that was the reason she chickened out and ran. fine. this is the first time you’re dating with rory around.

you getting married after breaking up with the same man every five minutes over two months seems quite contradictory to me…

but anyway, don’t even get me started with when she called off the wedding on the fly because she realized she didn’t love max and then rory was extremely confused. that’s rory feeling unsettled.

like hello??????? i would’ve run away too.

(i know rory ran away before lorelai and max got engaged but rory was feeling unsettled way before that because of dean as well)

but okay i gotta give it to them because the thousand daisies lorelai found at the independence inn were cute.

honestly, i love max.

lorelai treated max so horribly and don’t get me wrong, her being confused was valid but taking time to figure it out instead of rushing into marriage would have been better than ghosting and hurting that poor man. AND THEN SHE COMES BACK AND KISSES HIM IN S3.

this is just one of the reasons why i don’t like season one all that much. i start my rewatches with season three because i am personally a team jess girl.

anyway, then there’s christopher. he’s a whole other post.

i’m just gonna talk about one of the times he proposed here.

1x15 - christopher returns

“lor, i wanna marry you.”

that whole conversation was insane.

to recap, chris and lorelai are standing in the kitchen discussing what had happened the night before. on emily and richard’s balcony. i shall say no more. lorelai very clearly regrets it and expresses her desire to never ever do that again with him. his first thought is to get married-

that's not even the bad part. he then says:

"c'mon, we're already a family"

WHO'S WE? you deign to show up for once for thirty mins and suddenly oh my god we're all happy and together?????

no. that doesn't make up for the 15-16 years rory didn't have a father involved in her life. you don't just get to show up and act like everything is all hey howdy doody. AND HE ALWAYS DOES.

he always just shows up when he wants to.

with gg, he couldn't escape that because she didn't have a mother either, so he had to be her father. he had the choice to either raise gg or abandon her. thank god it wasn't the latter because i- yeah. he finally understood what lorelai went through even though it wasn't totally the same because she was 16. that's one of his only shining moments when he admits what he did with rory was wrong, so i'll give him that.

this is just one facet of his personality that i very much loathe.

oh! here's my personal favorite: dean telling rory he’s getting married to lindsay :) but that’s in part 2.

see ya hehe

****i can't decide whether this is rambling or not but this is what this whole thing is for

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 34

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

After almost two weeks, I've come to the conclusion that there isn't anything as "enough" when it comes to Jungkook. Every day that I tried to convince myself I couldn't like him more than I do, I prove myself wrong. It's in the cute notes he leaves in my kitchen whenever he has to leave before I wake up, how he picks me up from work just because he wanted to spend the night with me, or even the way his eyes shine whenever I look at them. Or how supportive he has been with absolutely everything that relates to me -and how he's probably the reason why I'm sitting in front of Jimin while he waits for me to open up.

I tell him absolutely everything that's been going down these weeks, explaining everything I remember about that visit to New Jersey and everything I found out. Actually, most part of the session revolves around that topic and his explanation.

What happened made me view men as a threat, and sex as a punishment. Or, at least, it was like that until I worked on it with Jungkook without even being aware of everything that was happening with me. Apparently the way he insisted on getting close to me, and the way we both started, made it impossible for me to try to step back and run like I was used to doing with other guys.

Nightmares have slowly disappeared, and those small "attacks" I'd have whenever I tried to have sex with him were less frequent -until they stopped happening at all.

—It's really good it has had a good evolution in such a short span of time —Jimin notes—. To be honest, when Jungkook told me about you two, I was concerned about you and the dependency you could build around your relationship with him —he lifts his gaze from the computer—. I still am. But seeing the positive effect it's had, I'll just tell you to be responsible for your state.

There isn't much to discuss, yet he notes down another date for a new appointment. I get up and head to the door. Although before I leave, I turn to him again.

—Did Jungkook get the idea of seeing other people from you?

Jimin presses his plump lips together, and lets his back fall into the backrest. Honestly, while I was hearing him say that, all I could remember is Jungkook's words on how he basically forced me to choose him because of the deal. Considering these two are friends, I wouldn't be surprised at the very least Jungkook took the advice Jimin gave him.

—Don't tell him —he asks me.

So that's a yes.

I'm pissed. Really. It annoys me how he got someone's opinion and decided to run with it, instead of trying to talk to me. And even trying to constantly convince me it was a good idea. I totally understand where he was coming from, but seriously? I should've had the last word. I actually should've been the one to choose. He should've told me at least.

What's up with communication and all that bullshit he talked about when we started our deal?

I sigh, stopping myself from getting even more mad while trying to remind myself he's already moved on from that.

But how can someone be so fucking stupid?

It all seems to vanish when I get a drive to the tattoo studio and I see him working from outside. He's drawing on his notebook, resting half of his body on the counter, with the tip of his tongue perking through his lips while he frowns slightly. How does someone actually get mad at him?

I fucking hate him for this.

He smiles without showing his teeth when the sound of the door gets his attention and he sees me. It's like he has that power to make everything that's wrong disappear with just looking at me.

—I didn't expect you so early —he walks to me.

—I wasn't planning on coming so early either, but since you said Mark wasn't here today...

I take several steps in his direction, just to stop a few centimeters away from him. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to his body until there isn't a single gap between us. I mirror him, placing my arms around his neck.

—Hey —he whispers, tucking some locks behind my ear.

—Hey —I smile nervously.

He bends over for a short and sweet kiss, resting his forehead on mine while our noses rub against one another.

—Are you still bored?

—You have no idea —he giggles—. I've been here alone all morning —he finally steps back, so he can look at me properly—. There have only been three customers, and they all wanted small tattoos, so it's not like it took a lot of my time. How did it go?

—Good —I nod—. You were right about Jimin —I point out.

—Told you —he heads to one of the rooms, probably to leave his drawings there—. Want to go for a drink later? —he suggests from the other side.

—Why not?

I take a look at all the piercings displayed on the counter on small boxes, and the differences on their shapes depending on what body part they belong to. Totally lost into those metallic pieces that I'm not even aware of when Jungkook returned, until he places his arms around me again.

—Interested in getting one?

—No —I laugh.

—A tattoo then? —the weight of his chin on my shoulder gives me shiverings.

—Hmm... I'm more curious about tattooing one than getting one, actually.

—Is it? —I feel his cheeks move on mine when he smiles— Go for it then.

—Huh? —I look at him confused.

—Come —he says, holding my hand in his to guide my steps.

He stops in the same room we've spent a lot of time in whenever Mark wasn't around, and where he usually tattoos his customers. Jungkook only lets go of me to place the craftelier next to the tattoo stretcher, moving his chair right next to it.

I'm still standing in the same spot, while he gets comfortable on the tattoo stretcher. He pats a few times in his usual seat, inviting me to sit there.

—Are you serious about this?

—Why not? —he frowns.

—Because I'm not a professional like you.

—Just sit here, I'll guide you.

—Kook, I don't even have a design —I complain, while sitting on his chair.

—Just do what crosses your mind.

—If I fuck up your skin...

—Just do a simple one —he encourages me—. Draw whatever you want —he smiles—. Where do you want to do it?

I move my fingers over his skin, finding a ink free spot on his wrist, next to that snake. I rub my thumb over it, and he takes the hint, moving his arm away. I see him opening a plastic package, getting a razor to move it carefully over that spot and get rid of the thin hairs. When he's done, he starts the machine and hands me a pair of gloves, just to give me the pen soon after.

I'm about to start, but Jungkook pulls from my seat, dragging me closer to him. He helps me to place myself properly, so I can do it in the most comfortable way, by placing my fingers the correct way.

At first, he holds my hand with the other, teaching me how deep I have to dig on his skin with the needle. And at some point, he just lets me do my thing, moving my hair away whenever it gets on the way, smiling with curiosity every time I stop to clean the ink.

—Am I hurting you? —I ask, still deep in the drawing.

—It feels like someone is cutting my arm, actually —he jokes—. But I can handle it, because I'm a tough guy.

—Sure —I roll my eyes.

After a few more traces and jokes, I'm finally done. He looks at the reversed simple heart, that has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the designs on his arm.

—A heart?—he smiles shyly.

—It was the only thing I could think about —I hand him the pen—. Nothing too personal. If we ever grow apart, it won't really hold any meaning. And it'll be easier to cover it.

—You did it, so it has a lot of meaning —he turns off the machine—. You're under my skin now.

Jungkook shows off that new tattoo, waiting until I take off the gloves and get rid of everything I've used before he moves the chair closer to him again. Close enough to kiss me just by grabbing my chin.

✸ ✸ ✸

We crossed the door, fingers intertwined in a tight grip, as we got inside the pub where we met -and that I learned some days ago it belongs to Tae, his friend.

Jungkook moves my hand, placing it around his waist, along with my other hand, so I walk behind him while he still holds me close to him. I smile against his nape, unbothered about the large number of people that are here today -mainly because it's a good excuse to be so close to him. Not like we need an excuse, but it just feels good.

These two weeks have been like this, actually. Whenever it's just the two of us, we've been behaving like one of those annoying but cute couples I'd see on the street. Those that are unable to get their hands off each other, to the point that make you want to shout at them to get a room, but that also make you wish you had someone with whom you could act like that. We haven't settled anything, and every time I'd ask Jungkook about it, he'd keep saying it's better not to give it a label for now. And it's not like I need a label either. But sometimes, unconsciously, I'd refer to him as my boyfriend, even if it's just mentally. So it's weird having to remind myself that he isn't exactly my boyfriend... at least not yet.

There's also this big contrast whenever we're alone, or with Jimin and Tae -with whom I've hung out a few times already-, and when we hang out with "Soo's group". We go from being all over each other, to standing ten feet apart.

We ask for our drinks when one of the bartenders is finally free, and I'm almost going to step away as soon as I realize there's a gap next to me, but Jungkook stops me. He wraps his arm around my waist, making sure there's no space between our bodies.

—I want you glued to my body, baby —he whispers into my ear.

He kisses the spot right under my earlobe, knowing damn well while he'll create in me just with that soft touch.

We finally get our drinks and move to the first free table we find. Only for me to realize I didn't get a straw. Jungkook also notices it, but doesn't really mind it on his drink.

—I'll ask for one —he attempts to get up.

—It's alright —I stop him—. They're too busy to just waste their time on a straw.

—You hate the ice hitting your teeth —he stands up either way—. I won't bother anyone. I'll just go and pick one. I'll be right back.

Jungkook kisses my forehead, before he makes his way back to the counter. Only that this time he gets behind it, and starts chatting with the bartender that gave us the drinks and a brunette -that probably also works there. Oh wait, she does work here. I remember her from the last time I was here, she seemed to be into Jin that night.

I look away, moving my focus from those three to the rest of the pub. And I can't help but wonder what's going on today for it to be so full of people today.

—Here —Jungkook says above the hubbub.

—Thanks.

When he sits in front of me and takes a sip from his drink, I can tell something in his vibe has changed. He keeps playing with his lip ring -not in the same way he does when he tries to tease me-, and looks away while playing with the full glass in front of him.

—Are you okay?

—Yeah —he nods—. Why?

—Nothing —I shake my head—. I was just checking. 

[lordarsonizzzzt]

Hello, I noticed you need some requests. May I ask for any scp character with a reader who just dies during a breach, somehow comes back to life and digs out of there own grave. Then they just becomes some weird sniper who lives in the snowiest mountains and is probably rumored to be a witch or something. The reader has forgotten a lot of there past life but they still have fragments of memories with (insert character here).

Thank you!

thks for requesting, i'm bored out of my mind and writting/drawing are the only stuff keeping me awake

tw // death, description of dead reader .

also i'll be using something from my character so it kinda explains why reader is alive, is a jewerly thing and sends whoever is wearing it to limbo if *my character* couldn't save them, eventually they come back to life but with some,,, changes.

also i didn't know how to do the sniper thing so now you are an actual witch

DR. GERALD (CAUSE THIS MAN ISN'T LOVED ENOUGH) WITH A WITCH S/O.

Gerald will always curse his bad luck, but this time he wished he was the one taking the bullet like he always does instead of you.

At least he would've survived.

It was a normal morning at site ██, you were on your way to show your boyfriend a pretty cute necklace you found at a garage sale and pictures of other stuff you got when suddenly an alarm hits your ears and sends you into instant panic, and you know what it is because you heard it thousands of times, and you know what's coming to you because you saw your coworkes in this situations.

And you decided to run, run and see if there was any place to hide, you didn't even know what the fuck breached out of containment and honestly? you didn't want to know, you wanted to get to safety and when all of this was over, go with Gerald and show him the thing. After all, this couldn't happen to you right?

That's what your mind was telling you, sadly, it did happen to you. Gerald would know, when all anomalies were contained again he saw you, laying on the floor with that beauty of yours.

He held you in his arms like you were sleeping and he cried, he screamed, he didn't care his hands were getting dirty with your blood, or that Simon was trying to separate him from your dead body, he felt numb. The only thing on his mind was you.

You smiling at him, you fixing him coffee in the mornings and helping with the burns afterwards, you holding him and telling him he wasn't a waste, you loving him and wiping away his tears, you telling him that you loved him, it was all you.

But now you were dead, and that made him cry harder, bury his face on your chest and yell, and yell and curse everything and everyone.

Why did it have to be you?

This question would carry on for a week, two weeks, and then on your funeral, and then he would yet again ask himself the same thing when he was burying your ashes because of Foundation rules, and he would wish that wasn't you because, fuck, you were his world.

And after a month everyone could notice how shitty he felt, how much sadness those eyes carried. Never have he felt worse than then.

And you would ask yourself the same thing while you walked empty halls for what seemed years.

Why did it have to be you?

At least, you thought, you now know whats after death, but the truth is, you don't. Because one day while walking the halls, you see a door and you run to open it, and when you open it you gasp and have to sit up, and you realize you were laying on top of a grave. Your grave.

The shock was to expect, cause you don't remember dying, actually, you don't remember anything since you woke up.

You stood up and started wondering around, you walked and walked and when you blinked you were on top of a mountain, and it was cold.

There was a little shack, you went inside as the door was open and expected to find someone, but the place was empty as it could be, you wondered around and when you got to the kitchen you saw a note sticked on the table that read.

"i'm sorry i couldn't be faster, inmortality ain't pretty, but it was my job to save you and i failed.

figured it would be nice to give you some books !!! and this place is really nice too, close to a village, they are pretty close minded so be careful, i hope you are ok with your new life and,,, hope you didn't forgot that much :)

-r"

You were confused, forget what? You didn't thought about it too much and started looking around the house.

One year have passed, you are now known as a hermit that lives on the frozen mountains, rumors says you are a witch, which isn't pretty far from the truth since you do practice magic.

Sometimes when something failed or broke, you'll get a strange warm feeling in your chest, and the trace of a face would come up to your mind.

Most of the time you just ignored it.

Gerald could not ignore it. Every day of his life, he would remember you, today it was one year since your death and he was crying on Simon's shoulder, trying to put sentences together but failing in the process.

He stood up and tried to look presentable when the door opened, showing Bright, who gave both of them a sad smile and started talking.

"Gerald, uhm, we know this year has been rough for you... But we found something you probably need to see."

And Gerald followed him to a containment chamber, his eyes were red and his gaze was looking at the floor like it was the best thing in the whole world, which for him could easily be real, that's until they entered and he had to force his eyes to meet with-

you

And then the memories came rushing to his head, you smiling to him, you being there for him, you lying on the floor, you not responding, you being buried in a stupid box.

But you were there, it had to be you. He would recognize that face, that hair, those little nervous habits, those eyes and that sparkle on them.

Your hands were different tho, from tip to wrist they were black, like a frost bite but not quite. You were wearing an attire that Iceberg would envy, it probably was keeping you warm.

Neither of you said a word but Gerald could feel himself starting to tear up again, and he couldn't hold it, and he started crying in his place because that was you, the love of his life and his whole world.

But you were having trouble remembering, there was something telling you to go and hug him, that he is what you were missing, but you don't know his name.

Until everything hits you like a train. You were a researcher, you were Gerald's partner, you were an employee of the SCP foundation, you were

you were dead

but you are not anymore, and what the fuck were you waiting to run up to Gerald and hug him?

A second to compose, and then you went and did just that, you both hugged each other and cried the evening away, you kissed his face and wiped his tears away, he was petting your hair and caressing your face, looking at you like you were going to dissapear.

but that wouldn't happen, not anymore.

...

outside of the facility, in a very far place an entity smiles sweetly, because that smile is always on his face. 'ah, ain't young love one nice thing?'

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HOPE YOU LIKED IT SORRY ITS TOO LONG HGFVAUIRG but i had a lot of fun writting this

[ittuatuq]

Airaq has been thinking about Igsi. He doesn't want to admit it, but when Igsi pays him a visit, it becomes obvious to both of them.

He just can't ignore that overwhelming cigarette smell.

(text also below the cut, for those without ao3 accounts that can’t access locked fics. this is an explicit fic written by @itssonastyy)

It’s the cigarette smell that gives it away.

Airaq can feel it outside his house, even with all the windows and doors closed. It’s a very overpowering smell, the sort that’s hard to miss indoors. Of course, the wind and upcoming snowfall can help mask it from other people, but Airaq is not like other people.

When he steps outside, Airaq finds Igsi just around the corner.

“If you’re trying to be subtle, it’s not working.”

“Good,” Igsi replies with his usual smug smile, “because I’m not.”

Airaq crosses his arms and lifts an eyebrow.

Igsi shrugs. “I was just getting to know the neighborhood, and this is the biggest building around. Kinda hard to miss. Did you get it from being a god or the son of the mayor?”

“I don’t like what you’re implying.”

“Chill, dude, I’m joking. It is a nice house, though. Mind if I come in?”

Airaq raises an eyebrow at Igsi. It's either that or glaring, but that would be rude.

“Come on, you’re not gonna leave me out here in the cold, are you?”

Airaq sighs. “Fine. Just be on your best behavior.”

Igsi winks. “I’m always on my best behavior.”

“That’s a lie.” Paliq's voice comes as they materialize, a little floating flame next to Igsi.

Igsi rolls his eyes. “You’ve met Paliq, my tuurngaq1.”

“Oh! Yes, of course, nice to see you too. You can come in-”

“Actually,” Paliq cuts him, “I don’t want anything to do with whatever you guys have got going on here. Bye”

Paliq’s flame body zips away into the wind. Now Airaq glares at Igsi.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Igsi says, pointedly ignoring Airaq and entering the house.

Igsi immediately makes himself home, finding the closest couch and plopping himself down. He doesn’t put his feet on the coffee table, thank the gods, though that’s a pretty low bar to clear.

“Can I offer you anything to drink?” Airaq says, because a good host always feeds his guests, even the unwanted ones.

Igsi stops looking around to smile at Airaq. A “cute” smile, the one he uses to appear nice and innocent, both things he definitely isn't. “Coffee would be great, thanks, nanuk2.”

“Why do you keep calling me that? Do you even know my name?”

“Do I really need to?”

Airaq glares, harder this time.

Igsi laughs. “Of course I know your name, Airaq, I just think nanuk is cute. You’re, like, a soft teddy bear.”

Airaq scoffs. “That’s a bold thing to call an apex predator and a god.”

This, actually, makes Igsi skip a beat. He comes back with his usual, smug smile on his face. “Oh? Does that make me your prey?”

Shit. Airaq immediately feels his face heat up. “Nevermind.” He quickly turns around and runs for the kitchen.

Leaving Igsi alone in his house (while his mother is outside) feels like a terrible idea, but honestly, Airaq really needs a second alone. It’s amazing how easily Igsi gets the best of him. Is everything a joke to him? Honestly, most people consider the Wesley household almost sacred, which is ridiculous because it’s literally just a house that happens to be where Airaq and Kitaani sleep, but it goes to show how highly people think of them. Compared to that, Igsi is…

Well, Airaq would be lying if he said it wasn’t a little refreshing.

But also overwhelming. Mostly overwhelming.

When Airaq comes back with coffee, Igsi has left the couch, standing instead in front of a shelf, the one where Kitaani keeps important ritual artifacts. Igsi reaches for a qulliq.3

“Ahem,” Airaq says, because there’s no point in being subtle with Igsi.

Igsi’s hand freezes in place, and Airaq can’t help feeling a little proud about the way he subtly jumps from the surprise. Igsi turns to him and smiles like nothing is happening. “Oh, great, I could smell the roasted beans all the way here.”

Surprising, considering Igsi’s cigarette smell barely lets Airaq smell anything else.

Igsi takes his mug and sits down again, taking a sip without even sweetening his coffee first. Without knowing how he liked it, Airaq opted to let Igsi take care of it on his own. Seems like Airaq did the right thing after all, although he can’t help but cringe. Airaq hates bitter coffee. He adds four spoonfuls of sugar to his mug.

“So,” Igsi says as Airaq finally has time to sit down on the couch next to him, the one meant for three people; on the other hand, Igsi is sitting on the single person sofa. “You’ve been thinking of me, haven’t you?”

Airaq rolls his eyes, “Hard not to when I keep hearing about the mess you’re making in my town.”

“You know I’m not talking about that,” Igsi says, then he leans forward, “though I’m glad to see my attempts to get your attention are working.”

“Please tell me you’re not serious.”

Igsi smirks. “Nah, don’t flatter yourself. I like to keep my personal and professional life separate.”

“Oh, really? Is your job being a public menace? I thought you were an angakkuq4.”

“My methods are a little unconventional, but you gotta admit, me and Paliq get the job done. Better than your local angakkuuk, if I may say.”

“The Tuugaaq family does a perfectly fine job, and they have been doing it since before you were even born.”

“Now, relax, nanuk, I’m not saying they’re bad.” He gives Airaq a sly smile. “I’m just saying I’m better.”

Airaq rolls his eyes. “Someone has a healthy self-steem.”

Igsi just winks. “Anyway, that’s not what I meant.”

Airaq looks at Igsi for a second before remembering how they got to this point in the conversation. Right, Igsi was trying to flirt. Airaq decides to pretend he doesn’t know what Igsi means.

Oh, but Igsi is not gonna give up so easily, now, is he? “I just think it’s surprising,” he starts, calm, like he’s not actually surprised, “that you knew I was outside your house when I wasn’t by any windows or making any sound.”

“I didn’t need to see you to know you were around,” Airaq answers, equally calm. “Again, you’re not very subtle.”

“Right…” Igsi says, extending the syllable. “But that brings the question, if you didn’t see or hear me, how, I wonder, did you know I was here?”

Fuck.

Airaq looks away. “That’s not important.”

“Isn’t it?” Igsi gets up from his couch and, there it is, he sits next to Airaq, right in his personal space. “Because I can only think of two ways a minor deity like you could pull off such a feat. Maybe you just felt my sila5, since I’m so strong. Oh, but of course, this little town is overflowing with the thing. Even rocks have a noticeable presence. I can already tell I’m nothing compared to what you give off. Actually, aren't gods usually pretty bad at sensing sila? Your own aura gets in the way…”

Yes, that is a sore spot for Airaq, but he doesn't let Igsi get the best of him. Mostly because he's dreading what Igsi will say next.

Igsi’s voice lowers into a whisper. “Or maybe,” he says, leaning forward, right on Airaq’s face. His scent overpowering, “was it my smell?”

“I-I mean,” Airaq starts, moving to the end of the couch, as far away from Igsi as he can, “I think anyone should be able to tell it’s you from miles away, you have a serious smoking problem.”

“Woah, woah, calm down, nanuk, I’m not accusing you of anything. You’re a bear, aren’t you? I bet you can smell a bleeding seal a mile away. What’s a little guy like me compared to that?” Then he smiles, that stupid, hot, smug smile of his. “But it is cute that you remembered my scent.”

“Who says I remembered?”

“Right, why would you remember me?”

Igsi breaches the gap between their bodies again, and this time, Airaq has run out of couch to keep moving away.

“It’s not like I left a lasting impression on you, right? Like you still think about our first time, when you’re alone,” Igsi puts a hand on Airaq’s thigh, slowly moving up, “looking down while you jerk off and picturing me kneeling in front of you. Taking-” Igsi’s hand palms Airaq’s crotch- “All. Of you.”

Airaq’s breath catches in his throat.

Igsi leans on Airaq, their knees touching, Igsi’s free hand on Airaq’s chest, his mouth right next to Airaq’s ear. And his scent, so close Airaq thinks he's gonna be sick. “But I do. I jerk myself and think about coming to your huge bear cock in my mouth. Did you notice back then, nanuk? That you made me cum just from fucking my face?”

“Fuck,” Airaq moans.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Airaq says, “I remember. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Igsi kisses Airaq. Hard. Desperate. That smug smile intact. And Airaq can’t help but kiss back.

It doesn't stay just a kiss for long. Igsi, now vindicated in his pursuit, moves on top of Airaq's lap, deepening the kiss as he tilts Airaq's face up. Without thinking, Airaq moves a hand to the small of Igsi's back, pushing him closer, enough for him to feel Igsi's ass against his hard-on. Airaq moans.

“Feels good, nanuk?” Igsi asks.

“Yeah.”

“How about now?�� And then, Igsi starts grinding his ass against Airaq, moving his hips in circles. 

“Holy shit,” Airaq gasps. “Keep doing that.”

Igsi doesn’t need to be told twice. Holding onto Airaq’s shoulder, he leans his upper body back while he presses against Airaq’s clothed cock as it grows bigger and bigger. All this, while looking directly into Airaq’s eyes. There’s hunger in his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re already so big. And you feel so good against me…” He stops briefly to position himself back. “But I want the real deal.” His free hand reaches down, getting a hold of Airaq’s zipper…

“Wait,” Airaq says. “Not here…”

“Right, right,” Igsi laughs. “Where is your room?”

“Second floor.”

“That’s such a long way, and I don’t feel like walking…”

Airaq pushes Igsi to the side. “Alright now. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“A little late for that, don’t you think?”

“Don’t test me.”

Igsi doesn’t say anything else all the way to Airaq’s room, but Airaq can feel Igsi’s footsteps against the floor, the sound of his clothes shifting with his movement, and, above anything else, the cigarette smell that follows him everywhere. It makes Airaq sick and dizzy. He can’t get enough of it.

Airaq opens the door to his room and starts saying, “Please take your shoes off, I just vacuumed the-”

Igsi pushes Airaq with a lot more strength than expected. Airaq falls on his back against the mattress and Igsi takes no time to climb on top of him. His parka is gone, a tight black tshirt all that’s left underneath it.

Airaq swallows. “T-that was rude.”

“Whoops,” Igsi says without a single hint of guilt in his voice. “Spur of the moment.”

With a swift movement, he takes off the tight shirt, revealing his defined torso. No hair on his chest or arms, only the lighter skin that’s not usually exposed to the sun. Airaq can’t help but notice the difference in shade with Igsi’s face. It must be so soft…

“Come on, are you gonna let me be the only one showing skin of the two?”

Right. That wouldn’t be fair. Airaq sits up and takes off his sweater and shirt in one go, and if Airaq tried to be subtle in his oogling of Igsi’s body, that same courtesy isn’t extended to him.

“That’s a nice view,” Igsi says looking down with no shame at Airaq’s chest and tummy. Unlike him, Airaq’s torso is hairy and soft, his polar bear white contrasting with his darker skin. “Now, those pants sure look tight…”

If Igsi was bold after Airaq took off his shirt, after they took his pants it was on a different other level. Airaq looks to the side, a little embarrassed.

“Fuck.” He licks his lips. “You’re just… wow. Man, I don’t even know if I can fit that in-”

“We don’t have to,” Airaq cuts him, “if you can’t. It’s fine. Last week was nice. We can do that again.”

Igsi looks up at Airaq, and his eyes are…

The eyes of a predator. It sends a chill down Airaq’s spine. Does that make Airaq his prey?

Igsi doesn’t say anything. He adjusts his position and, giving Airaq one final look, lowers himself on his cock.

“No, wait, Igsi-”

He takes Airaq. All of him, inch by inch. A moan escapes both of them when the the tip makes it inside, and then the rest, and it’s tight, so, so tight, but Igsi manages to get all of Airaq in one slow go. This freak, had he really-?

“I told you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Igsi says when he finally regains his composure. “But fuck, my fingers feel nothing like your thick, big cock, nanuk.”

“You,” Airaq starts, but he has to take another second to catch his breath, “you’re unbelievable.”

“Not yet.”

And then, Igsi starts riding Airaq’s cock at a steady pace, and all objections in Airaq’s mind disappear. Because. Fuck. Gods. It feels so good, Igsi is so tight around him, the way he moves, and how he moans-

“Yes, yes, fuck, nanuk, you stretch me so good.”

He does. Airaq can feel himself stretching Igsi, how it gets easier to thrust in with each motion. But Airaq wants more, he wants to take Igsi fully, to fuck him so good his own smell overpowers the cigarette smoke. His hands find Igsi’s hips, he could just…

No. No, he has to be mindful of Igsi’s body.

Igsi doesn’t seem to care as much as Airaq does, because he picks up the pace, until he’s bouncing on Airaq’s cock.

Airaq moans, harsh, low, and embarrassingly loud. He expects Igsi to tease him, or brag about how good he is, but when Airaq looks up at him, his eyes are closed and his mouth hanging open.

It goes straight to Airaq’s dick.

Withouth thinking, he grabs tighter onto Igsi’s hips, then pushes them down at the same time he thrusts up.

Both of them moan.

“God,” Igsi says out of breath, “do that again.”

Airaq complies.

Once, twice, three times, and more. No rhythm, just force, just to feel good, and fuck, it feels so good. How Igsi’s inside clenches around Airaq’s cock. He needs this. He needs this. He needs this. He-

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.” Igsi moans, loud and fast and desperate and suddenly he’s coming all over Airaq’s belly. That's enough for Airaq. He pushes Igsi down and cums too, inside of him, thrusting until he’s finished riding his orgasm.

They stay like that for a moment, both breathing heavily. Airaq’s hands still holding Igsi tight.

A couple minutes pass. Airaq starts wondering when Igsi will ruin the moment with a smartass quip.

“Are you gonna forget about this too?” There it is.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to. You really came into my house fully expecting we would hookup.”

“And I was right.”

“This time.”

“And the time before. Gotta say, I have a good track record so far.”

Airaq can’t argue with that.

Igsi leaves right after cleaning up and getting dressed, which Airaq doesn’t know how to feel about. On one hand, Kitaani is getting home in an hour and Airaq definitely doesn’t want her to see Igsi in the house. On the other hand… yes, this is just a casual hook up with a stranger from out of town, but it’s been two times now, is this gonna keep going? Airaq would be lying if he said he didn’t like the idea, and he’s definitely gonna still be thinking about this day for the rest of the week, maybe more. But he honestly can’t tell what’s going on in Igsi’s mind. Does he really only care about sex? Is Airaq really just another regular, non-holy person to him? Will he get bored eventually, then?

And even if he doesn’t, should Airaq be fraternizing with someone who seems to only want to antagonize the people of his town?

Airaq should say something.

“Igsi-”

“You know,” Igsi starts at the same time, “maybe next time we can meet at my place. It’s not as fancy as your house, but Lawrence leaves for longer periods of time. We could do…” he trails off, looking Airaq up and down, “more.”

Airaq blushes. Next time. 

He should really say something. This isn't right. Igsi's a foreigner. A human. Airaq takes a deep breath...

And the cigarette smell hits him.

“Sure.”

Igsi winks at him, then turns to open the door.

Kitaani is there.

“Welpgottagobye!” Igsi says in a rush, and in a rush he walks away, leaving the two polar bears alone.

Airaq feels the temperature of the room drop. And yet, his face is burning.

“Seriously?” Kitaani asks.

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #61

Dear Diary, Things aren't going so well here in Del Sol Valley. I burned the kitchen down. We're all struggling for money and Lacy doesn't seem to be trying very hard to get a job. I guess Jenna has a date tonight, so there's that. -Violet

In regard to the girl's money problems, Jenna is working overtime trying to get more videos out. This one happens to be a 'Get Ready With Me' for her date later tonight.

Lacy on the other hand doesn't seem to be working too hard to find auditions.

"Lacy, we need to talk," Violet said later that day. "Why haven't you had a single audition yet? You're talented, I know you'd book the parts, but it doesn't even seem like you're trying." "Excuse me?" Lacy asked angerly. "This is a lot harder that it seems."

"Don't get pissy with me, I'm trying to make sure we're all pitching in, so we don't get evicted," Violet snapped. "Oh yeah? Well, it feels like you're micromanaging our lives. Mind your own dam business." "If you can't find auditions then you need to get another job."

"I'm serious about this. We NEED to be able to pay rent so if you can't find acting jobs then you need to work somewhere else in the meantime. Be a barista, a cashier, I don't care but don't continue sitting on your ass and make Jenna and I pick up your slack." "Get. Out."

Before Violet and Lacy had a chance to resolve their argument, Jenna called them into her room for final opinions on her outfit. "Is this too 'suburban mom'?" "It looks cute," Violet told her. "Definitely a cute first date outfit." "Okay, good. I hope this date goes well."

"So," Jenna began. "What do you do for work?" "I manage an investment firm," Marcus explained. "We have lots of clients in Del Sol and San My, so I travel between the two cities often." "That's so cool. I've never been to San My before." "Maybe I can teleport you out some time."

Jenna and Marcus continued their conversation until it was time to place their order. Both got the salt and pepper shrimp cocktail.

"Tell me more about your SimTube channel." "Oh, well it's not much yet," Jenna said sheepishly. "I mean it's been a bit difficult to start receiving royalties, but I'm putting everything I have into it." "I hear consistence is key on that platform." Jenna nodded her agreement.

Soon their food was brought out, "so how does it taste to you?" Jenna asked. "Honestly this is really poor quality," Marcus admitted. "It's giving me a bad aftertaste." "I wonder how they managed to mess yours up so badly when mine is fine," Jenna observed. "Beats me."

When the date was over Marcus walked Jenna back to her house and he even gave her a rose. "I had a great time today; we'll have to do this again sometime." "That sounds like fun." Without another word Marcus leaned in for their first kiss.

Inside, Lacy was checking herself out in the mirror as Jenna came back in from her date. "He was so hot," Lacy told her. "I know!" Jenna exclaimed. "It was basically the perfect date. He has business in San My, but when he gets back we're planning to go out again" "That's great!"

"What are you all dressed up for?" Jenna asked. "I'm going to the club tonight. I have to blow off some steam after my fight with Vi. Want to come?" "I really shouldn't. I have videos to edit." "Don't be boring like Vi." "Seriously Lace. Violet has a point." "Whatever, bye."

With Lacy at the club, Jenna changed into comfier clothes and got to work editing.

Meanwhile, Violet was practicing her guitar. She wants to increase her skill before going to busking tomorrow, maybe it'll actually get her some tips this time.

At the club, Lacy ran into a familiar face. "It's you again," Carla commented. "I needed to let loose a little, it's been a long day," Lacy told her. "No judgement here. I can help you loosen up if you'd like."

Lacy and Carla found a nice quiet corner of the club. "I think you turned my whole day around," Lacy flashed one of her award-winning smiles. "I can make it even better if you'll let me." "I'll let you do anything you want."

"In that case," Carla pulled Lacy in. "Why don't we just head back to by place?" Lacy asked between kissed. "I like where your head is at."

Needless to say, Lacy and Carla had a fun night.

[stanknotstark]

Astral Pt. 15.1 (Loki x Reader)

So like I thought of Loki eating a marshmallow for the first time and planned it out a little bit like a week or a week and a half ago and very recently before i could write anything I saw a tiktok with the same idea and it made me feel scared and happy at the same time 😂 anyways i got my packing done so i had time to write! It was easy since there was no plot! However I hope you guys realize that all the .1s are never planned....like i literally wake up that day, look at a blank post, and think hmm today i shall do this! LOL

It’s one day before you head out to track down Madonna when you finally break. 

Luckily it’s only Loki around to see it but still you’re a little embarrassed. 

“Why is the magic so hard to control!” You scream throwing a big ball of energy into the open space of the training room. When it hits the wall the entire room shakes a bit then it goes silent. Loki doesn’t say anything just watches you and how you’re going to react now. 

You stand there, haggardly breathing, your eyes closed tight, your hands fists at your side. As you rile yourself up more when you think of Madonna and Kang you don’t realize your magic is starting to flow around you in sparks and flares. 

Loki calls out your name but you don’t hear it. What you do notice is Loki’s hands cupping your face. When you open your eyes you see Loki looking down at you but then you see your magic connecting with his body in random intervals. Every time your magic connects with him it leaves the place searing red, hot, and charred. You look up and see Loki wince when the magic reaches his skin. 

You deflate, embarrassed and ashamed, and your magic that was uncontrolled disappears. You drop to your knees, breaking out of Loki’s grasp but Loki follows you down anyways. You sit on your knees, your face hidden in your hands as you try your best not to cry. Loki sits right in front of you on his knees too. He gives you a little time before he pries your hands from your face and makes you look at him. 

“You don’t have to be strong all the time, I want you to know it’s ok to cry.” Loki whispers to you, his eyes filled with nothing but affection. 

You let out a sob, gasp, feel the tears that had welled in your eyes drop down your cheeks. 

Loki pulls you into a hug and just sits there holding you as you let out your frustration all over his, now ruined, hoodie.

When you’ve let out everything you’ve been bottling you sniffle and pull from Loki’s hug. You quickly wipe at your eyes and nose and do nothing more than smear the unwanted liquids across your face. Then, you apologize. 

“Nonsense.” Is all Loki says before magicking a handkerchief for you. You take it with a small thanks and actually clean off your face. 

When you’re presentable Loki brings a hand up and caresses your jawline. “While it saddens me to see you cry, you’re very cute when you do.” 

You let out a wobbly laugh at this statement, bringing a hand up to cover Loki’s hand on your jaw. “Men, I swear.” You smile at Loki as he smiles at you. 

Loki drops his hand to his lap and gives you a questioning look. “Would you like to talk about what made you so...” Loki waves his hands around. 

You look at the ground with a frown. “I just...I’m really frustrated with my magic right now, and it doesn’t help that we visit Madonna....My mother, tomorrow.”

Loki hums but lets you gather your words. 

“I just...When Thor mentioned I might be adopted I had hoped he was right only so I could find my family and maybe they would actually want me, that I would belong somewhere in a family.” You sigh. “Then I found out my real mother is even worse than my fake mother and sent someone to kill me. She couldn’t even do the dirty work herself.” You say with a glare at the floor. 

Loki brings a hand up and tilts your chin up to look at him. He stares deep into your eyes with a frown. “Have you not found a new family that loves and adores you?” 

At this you frown but realize what he means and your face softens. “I didn’t even realize....” You softly say, a little guilty.

Loki gives a small smile. “While they are not blood, they have come to care for you better than any blood family will. It took me some time to realize this too. With Thor I resented him, pushed him out, but I’ve come to realize that while he may not be blood, he cares for me just as much.” 

You nod at Loki who pulls his hand from your face and stands, then holds a hand out to you to help you stand. When you’re standing next to him he pulls you into his side and makes his way to the door with you. 

“I’ve yet to try these so called marshmallows, I think now would be a perfect time.” 

You gasp and look at Loki excited, breakdown completely forgotten. 

“Oh my gosh, there’s so many new flavors, they originally started as vanilla but now you can find some with coconut shavings on them and you can find some in chocolate too!” 

Loki smiles down as you childishly babble on about marshmallows. 

By the time you both make it to the kitchen you and Loki are in a rousing discussion about whether the death penalty should be abolished. Considering the death penalty still applies in Asgard, Loki believes it shouldn’t be abolished. He says he believes it gives more incentive to not do something bad. You rebuke him and tell him that it didn’t stop him from what he did and that shuts Loki up fast. You smirk at having won this debate. 

Loki leans against the counter and waits patiently as you search all the freaking cabinets for the marshmallows. As you search you question if you’ve ever even seen this much food outside of a grocery store. 

Finally, you find a bag of the mega marshmallows and give a little whoop. You turn and throw the bag to Loki who catches it without issue and looks at the bag with something akin to disgust and curiosity. 

“And you think I’m going to like these?” Loki says slowly. 

You giggle. “Jus open it and try them!”

Loki follows your command and uses a dagger to open the bag prim and proper instead of tearing it like a normal mortal might. 

When he reaches a hand in and touches the marshmallows for the first time you get giddy. His face softens and his eyes are like a puppies. 

“They’re so soft...” He whispers. 

You smile at Loki who shakes himself and pulls one out. He places the bag on the counter and then holds the marshmallow in front of him, eye level. He inspects it for a second then brings it to his nose and sniffs it. He lets out a noise of approval and bites into the fluffy thing. 

You closely watch his face and recognize that he truly likes it but his face quickly changes to one of disgust as he chews on the marshmallow. 

“It’s disgusting.” He states.

You smirk as you quickly move to grab the bag behind him on the counter. “Fine, I’ll give them to Thor then.” You turn and start to make your way to the door but Loki grabs your wrist.

“No, don’t you dare!” Loki yells. 

You turn around and smirk at the god. 

“So you like them then?” You ask, shaking the bag of marshmallows out of his reach.

Loki keeps a hold on your wrist but finishes off the rest of the marshmallow he still holds before he says, “I may approve of them, a bit.” Loki says with a look of defiance. 

“Hmm not good enough.” You say giving a tug at Loki’s hold but not enough to break it. 

“Yes. Yes, I like them!” 

You now full on smile at the god and hand him the bag of marshmallows. The god hugs them to his chest like he’s protecting a baby and glares at you. 

“Tell Thor to buy himself another bag, these are mine.” Loki says snootily. 

You laugh but come up with an idea and make your way to the cabinets again. Loki quietly watches you while eating marshmallows. 

When you’ve found a box of graham crackers and some Hershey’s chocolate you give a sound of happiness. Coming back to Loki you manage to steal one of his marshmallows and stick it on a fork. You place the graham crackers and a piece of chocolate on the counter and then look at Loki while holding the marshmallow up. Loki gives you a questionable look as he chews. You light a small ball of fire in your free hand and put it under the marshmallow and Loki looks on with great curiosity as the marshmallow expands a bit and becomes a little charred, melting.

You place the marshmallow on the cracker and chocolate and make it into a smores. Then you hand it to Loki who takes it without hesitation and takes a big bite into it. 

As you look at Loki you feel the butterflies in your stomach act up. Loki stands there hugging a bag of marshmallows to his chest with his right arm. In his left hand is a messy smores dripping down his fingers. His mouth is covered with chocolate and melted marshmallow. You have half a mind to lick it off of him. 

“Good?” Is all you ask. 

Loki stops, looks at the smores, and glances to you. 

“Quite messy but...” You raise a brow as Loki inspects the smores in his hand. “Yes, good.” 

You nod satisfied and see Thor enter the kitchen. 

“Ah, I see you’ve discovered smores!” 

“This is just the food for you Thor, it’s messy, just how you like to eat everything.” Loki says without barbs, more teasing. 

Thor laughs, “Do not forget who left the table with squashed peas in his hair then refused to be bathed.” 

You pique up at the mention of a good story, you’re sure, but the brothers don’t elaborate. Loki just scoffs and rolls his eyes. 

“At any rate, you’re going to have to buy more marshmallows these are mine.”

Thor looks at you with a small smile. “Loki has never been fond of sharing.”

“I share just fine with people I like!” 

Thor purses his lips and squints then shakes his head a little. You laugh and look at Loki. 

“I mean, he has a point, I don’t think I’ve seen you share with anyone but me.” 

“That’s because I like you.” Loki says playfully indignant. At this he gives you his half eaten smores which you take and begin eating, as if trying to prove his point.

“Make sure to get messy, I’d like to lick the excess off your face, darling.”

You nearly choke on the bite you just took with a pitiful glance at Thor who just rolls his eyes and continues on into the kitchen. 

“My brother is insatiable.” Thor says from somewhere behind you. 

You swallow the bite you were choking on and slap Loki’s arm. Loki merely smiles down at you. You giggle a little while looking at Loki’s hoodie arm. He looks down and sees you’ve left smores on his arm when you slapped him. Before Loki can react Thor states, loudly, “No more food fights! Tony said the smell didn’t leave the room for hours even though the room was pristine!” 

You pout and Loki stops the pout with his index finger. Then he leans down and gives you a kiss. As he kisses you you can literally feel the sticky residues mixing. This causes you too pull away with a frown. 

“I can’t do this until we get clean, this is disgusting.” 

“Yes, it is.” Thor supplies from his spot at the oven. 

You laugh at Loki’s glare he sends Thor. 

When you glance behind you at Thor you see he’s making spaghetti. 

“When are you going to cook me something? That’s romantic.” You ask Loki before finishing the smores you have in your hand. 

“Goes both ways, sweetheart.” Loki says. 

You glare at Loki but realize it’s true and shrug. “Fair enough.” You say dropping the matter. 

“I’m going to take a shower, no kisses till your face is clean!” You yell as you walk out of the kitchen and leave Loki there with Thor. 

Pt. 15/Pt. 15.1/?

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