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onlyswan · 2 years ago

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summary: in which cruel fate leads you and jungkook to bright places.

> fluff, a little twinge of angst? / wc: 4.2k

> warnings: none really. but if you’ve read the grocery store drabble, you really get lost in this one. hehe

note: oc!!! stop making him worry like this. cries in i love sweet boy jungkook sooo much. + i enjoyed writing this :[ <3 listened to cigs after sex while i was at it. and as you can tell i got very. carried away. scratches head. researching about pokemon bread was also kind of fun?

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love is selfless— it’s what they often say. however, on his way home from work, jungkook finds himself admitting his ugly truth: he is selfish. when he arrives at your shared space, he will tangle his limbs with yours and let you drag him across the floor to wherever it is you need to go. he will hold on to you, and never let go. he will abandon the concept of time at the farthest corner of his mind, along with his exhaustive musings and responsibilities. instead, he will be consumed by you.

and sometimes, he finds that the telepathy connecting the two of you is baffling.

because he’s definitely not thinking about anything else but you. he’s scouring the entire apartment for any trace of life, but you’re nowhere to be found. the bed is still made. the bathroom lights are off. the pillows on the couch are organized. the center table is spotless. the kitchen is clean. he opens the trash bin, and the last thing tossed in there is still the egg tray he discarded this morning. he checks the laundry room, but the only clothes of yours in the laundry basket are from yesterday.

he ends up deciding that you’re not playing hide-and-seek with him like he originally thought. he sits on the counter top, anxiously playing with his lipring as he calls your number. again. and again. and again.

you did tell him earlier that you were going to visit the library, but it already closed an hour ago, so you should be home by now. moreover, if you were going to drop by other places, you would’ve updated him that you’d be home later at night. but you didn’t. the last text you sent him was a captured photo of page 73, an overview about thyme. you reminded him that he once mentioned that he wanted to grow some herbs in your balcony, so you’re doing some old-fashioned research about them in the library.

and thank heavens you answer the call on his fifth try, because he’s about to have a breakdown in the middle of your kitchen.

“jungkook!”

not to be dramatic, but if he was standing, his knees would’ve collapsed on the tiled floor at the sound of your voice. he swallows the lump in his throat, breathes deeply to unload the weight sitting on his chest.

“where are you?”

“oh, right! about that-” you chuckle nervously, and he can already imagine you tapping your foot against the floor. “wait. let me just-”

“how long? i can’t wait. i miss you. tell me where you are and i’ll pick you up.” he hops off the counter, making a beeline to the front door.

“yes, pick me up. please. i’m not sure where i am exactly but i just checked and my location is still turned on with you.”

oh shit. the location feature. why didn’t he think of that? and what do you mean by-

he pauses on his tracks, car keys back in his hand not even twenty minutes since he got off his car. “baby, how do you not know where you are?”

“uhm, i fell asleep in the bus . . . then i panicked and got off because i thought i missed my stop. but you’re not gonna believe what happened next!”

he squeezes his eyes shut, fingers massaging his temple because he has a bad feeling about this. “okay. try me.”

“i realized i actually got on the wrong bus. stupid, right?” you giggle through the phone speaker, and it’s both endearing and ridiculous that you can still laugh in this situation.

nevermind that, he’s just relieved that you’re safe.

“i walked for a while and found this convenience store with a charging station. i emptied my battery trying to book a taxi but none accepted me!”

your whiny voice makes him smile, although he looked forward to hearing it more when he planned to be disgustingly clingy and affectionate.

“i’ll go, baby. just wait for me there, okay?” he presses the down button, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

“okaaay.” you reply in a sing-song voice.

he puts you on speaker mode when he enters, checking on your location to see how far you’ve strayed from home. you got on the wrong bus. no mistake about that.

“you’re an hour and three minutes away.”

he hears you choke out a cough from the other line, most probably on a drink. “an hour?! by foot, right?”

“no,” he chuckles. late night drives with you aren’t new, so he doesn’t mind it one bit. “by car.”

silence fills the air for a few seconds. “then i’ll drive on the way back. i’m about to eat ramyeon so i’ll be energized!”

“let’s see if i get too tired to drive. just stay on the phone for me, okay?”

“wait- i’m hungry. need to go put hot water in my noodles. let’s switch to video call.”

when he accepts the video call, he’s greeted by the candy and chocolate shelf in landscape view. you probably propped up your phone on the charging station, so he adjusts his phone’s position to match yours. and you . . . are nowhere to be found. again.

he’s already driving out on the road when you appear on his screen. you smile at him, waving the chopsticks in your hand.

“i’ll do a live mukbang for you in a few minutes.”

he takes a brief glance, memorizing the way you look before reverting his attention to the road. a small smile grows on his face, a huge wave of love flooding his system. “you look so pretty today.”

“thank you. it took me thirty minutes to pick out my outfit.” you chirp happily before revealing the hand hidden behind your back, holding up a special item you stumbled upon during your little adventure. “look what i found! do you want it?”

“what is it?” he asks as he makes a turn.

“team rocket’s pokemon bread. it’s chocolate.” you inspect the bread again to confirm that you’re correct. “it’s the last one on the shelf so i just bought it.”

his eyes widen in surprise, lips forming an ‘o’. he personally knows many people who have been visiting stores until the late hours to buy them. it’s all the rage nowadays.

“oh? you actually found one?!”

“don’t you think fate led me here for this?” you gush excitedly.

he finally stops at a red light, taking a good look at you with fondness. “you’re giving it to me?”

“yes. enjoy it, okay? i walked in boots for this.” you point at the camera threateningly.

so adorable. he misses you so much.

he obediently crosses his fingers to forge a promise. “i won’t leave a single crumb uneaten.”

“good boy,” you poke the camera as if you’re booping his nose. “i left my food too long. i’ll go get my overcooked ramyeon now.”

you disappear again, and he resumes his journey leading to you. you return moments later, devouring a cup of ramyeon. you’re holding it with some tissue paper. you were never really good with touching hot things— you drop them without thinking twice . . . which is a health hazard.

and it stays like that for a little while. as jungkook drives, he looks at you and the navigation guide every now and then. just to make sure he’s turning to the correct lefts and rights as the voice says; and to give himself the assurance that you didn’t stray somewhere else again. you, on the other hand, is too focused on your food to give your boyfriend a smidge of attention. that’s how mukbang asmr is, right? only eating sounds?

the cashier is probably thinking of you funny for eating infront of your boyfriend via video call in a public place. you couldn’t care less. it’s been a long day, and staying still in this small corner of the earth feels oddly comforting.

you’re in the middle of sipping down the leftover broth at the bottom of the cup when you hear movement from the aisle behind you. being nosy as you are, you find yourself taking a peek. you take quick and light steps back to jungkook to tell him about what you saw.

“babe, they’re restocking the pokemon breads. i’m the only person left here.” you whisper with one hand covering your mouth from the side, as if you’re sharing a secret. “i’ll buy more.”

he unconsciously copies the gesture and the volume of your voice. “do they have the other flavors too?”

“yes. keep driving safe. be right back.”

you dash to the other aisle, and jungkook and the long row of kitkats play a staring contest in the middle of traffic yet again.

familiar with your nature, it is entertaining to watch you participate in the pokemon bread hunt out of the blue. very on-brand and-

“so competitive.” he laughs to himself.

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“hi!” you beam at the camera, hugging the paper bag inhabited by your new prized possessions. “uh, we have eight in total. i bought one of each flavor so there’s two team rocket now. and three jigglypuff bread just because- um-”

jungkook stifles his laughter. oh, of course you did.

“it’s so cute. i couldn’t help myself.” you sigh, slightly feeling guilty. other people do hoard them and buy everything off the shelf, so you think about that to feel less bad about taking all the jigglypuffs.

fuck. if you’re being this cute over a jigglypuff bread, he might just have to join everyone and do convenience store raids, too.

“you’re kind for still leaving some. i saw a person in the internet buy all the pokemon breads in the store they went to.”

“right?! i saw that, too.” you exclaim, relieved that you had the same thought as him.

“did you get me my pikachu, though?”

“of course. pikachu must always be present!” you answer proudly as you unplug your phone after seeing that it’s already at 50%. “i’m getting bored here. there’s a thrift shop just beside this, so i’ll go see if they’re still opened.”

jungkook drums his fingers on the steering wheel, following a beat he’s making up on the spot. “alright. i’m only fifteen minutes away, so don’t go anywhere else.”

”yes, sir.”

“and don’t end the call.”

“i won’t. you’ll miss me.”

he clicks his tongue before sighing, expressing his frustrating sorrow. “i already do.”

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the air from outside is warmer, and it engulfs you the second you pull the door open. it makes your skin feel sticky and uncomfortable. the thought of going back inside enters your mind, but the idea gets shot down immediately after. might get tempted to buy more bread.

the thrift shop heavily contrasts the vivid conveniece store. there is no door. racks of pre-loved clothing greet you by the entrance, leading to more of them inside. a lone warm lightbulb illuminates the cramped space, hanging in the middle of the dirty white ceiling. and the smell. oh, the smell— it causes nostalgia to rush throughout your body.

a woman emerges from the wooden counter. she’s in her 50s, if you had the guess. you make eye-contact, and her kind eyes eases your uncertainty about whether you’re allowed to enter or not.

“you can still look around if you want. i’m just cleaning before i close up.”

“oh, thank you!” you politely bow before approaching the long rack of shirts and long-sleeves against the wall. you’ve been eyeing them since the moment you arrived.

left with no other choice, you leave the paper bag of pokemon breads on the floor, under one of the racks. you carefully lean your phone against a shoe on the shelf above it, just a little higher than your eye-level. you smile unbeknownst to yourself. your jungkook looks extra handsome when driving. while he admittedly has a short attention span, he’s very focused on the road when he’s behind the wheel.

you’re already browsing through the clothes when he glances at his phone. he can only see half your face, but he also hears your fast hands pushing back the hanger of the ones that don’t capture your interest.

your love for shopping doubled when you entered a relationship with jungkook, because purchasing items you think he like or need also brings you an unexplainable joy. it’s not limited to clothes or accessories. for example, you bought him white and blue acrylic paint two months ago because you noticed that he used them all up for a project.

after more or less ten minutes, there are already two t-shirts and one sweater hanging on your forearm. one of the t-shirt is yours. it matches with one of your trousers that you barely wear.

you’ve walked past the camera frame when you stumble upon a black bomber jacket, looking so cool and brand-new, which explains why it’s a bit on the pricier side. and you know jungkook has a lot of other black jackets back at home, but you just can’t help yourself because it reminds you so much of him.

it’s so jungkook. you can’t allow it to live in another person’s closet.

you approach the counter with the clothes you picked out. the woman halts her sweeping outside, leaving the broom against the wall before wiping her hands on her long skirt, the floral print noticeably faded with time. you hastily grab the belongings you left unattended, putting your phone’s microphone on mute to keep your little surprise.

there’s no paper bills left in your wallet after spending all your money on food and clothes. with a grimace, you drop it inside your bag. you were only supposed to go to the library today, spend a little money on bus fare and lunch. perhaps, spontaneously add in a little snack in between. however, this is called spontaneity out of hand.

“are these for your boyfriend’s birthday?” the woman asks in a hushed, yet teasing, voice as she folds up the jacket.

two pairs of eyes fall on the phone you’re holding, and you smile sheepishly. “i’m trying to make everyday his birthday.”

“he’s very handsome. you better take good care of him!”

you cover your face in embarrassment, silently laughing. “we take good care of each other! he’s coming to pick me up because i couldn’t find a taxi.”

“oh dear, are you new here?” she stuffs the jacket in the big plastic bag, along with the other clothes you bought. “there’s barely any taxis here after 9pm. everyone just walks. many complaints about it, but good exercise for my rusty bones when they ask me.”

“i’ll keep that in mind for next time.” you wrap your left arm around the bag of clothes, sliding it off the counter until you’re carrying its full weight. “thank you again. have a great night! and stay healthy!”

you stumble on the single step leading outside because the weight of the breads and clothes are unbalanced. thankfully, you make it out of the shop without a scratch. the woman bids you a safe trip and picks up the broom, the melancholia of night-time quietness blanketing her home once again.

you look down at your phone to find that the video call with jungkook has ended, but before you can question him, a familiar voice sings your name from a close distance.

“jungkook!” you call out to him, crossing the distance between you in high spirits. “you really came for me!”

jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. “you really thought i’d leave you here stranded? you always make me worried.”

“i never do it on purpose.” you frown, shoulders sagged with guilt.

“that makes it more worrisome.” he breathes out a sigh. “come here. i missed you.”

“i want to hug you, but my hands are full.”

he takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you in a tight embrace. he feels you give a chaste kiss to his jaw before leaning your cheek on his shoulder, and just like that, his anxiety melts away. your favorite perfume invades his sense of smell. as a person with a sensitive nose, many perfumes often give him a headache. he is in love with yours. it’s sweet and subtle; it feels like coming home.

“i was so excited to come home but you weren’t there.”

“i’m sorry for always making you worry. i’ll be more mindful next time.” you apologize to him with a kiss on the cheek, and you feel it rise against your lips when he smiles. “oh no, wait. the bread- they’re going to get all mushed up.”

he reluctantly untangles himself from you, taking away the heavy load you’re carrying without you having to ask. this is when you swiftly snatch the car keys from his hand.

“i want to drive this time.”

he breathes out a sigh of relief. “oh my god, thank you. i’m getting sleepy.”

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it’s impossible not to quickly look over to the passenger seat when a bright flash fills the vehicle. surprise, surprise! instead of sleeping, jungkook is taking pictures of the packs of pokemon bread he eagerly arranged on his lap.

“that flash is brighter than the sun.”

he throws a thumbs-up with an overly enthusiastic voice. “samsung!”

you swear, every chance he gets he promotes thei-

“don’t you dare steal my jigglypuff.”

he raises his arms in surrender, making balloons with his cheeks. “i just didn’t know they were strawberry flavored. i’m tasting team rocket’s chocolate rolls first. namjoon-hyung likes it.”

he carefully tears it from the other side to keep team rocket’s image unharmed. he takes a bite from the choco roll, and feeds the remaining half to you.

“mhmmm.” he hums, eyebrows furrowed in sheer delight. “it’s so good? i’m glad you bought another.”

he divides another roll in the middle. he munches on his share as he waits for you to finish your first bite. while he does as such, he suddenly perks up when he remembers the story he was supposed to tell you.

“i saw a group of guys enter the convenience store when i arrived earlier. they were looking for pokemon bread, too.”

“how’d you know?”

“i heard one of them say ‘this one better have the gastly bread or i will cry.’” he imitates the stranger’s deep voice speaking in a whiny manner. “it was funny.”

“then he’s probably on his way home crying now.” your giggles create a harmony.

that store did not have gastly bread, unfortunately.

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“moment of truth.”

jungkook locates the pokemon sticker after you finish the rest of the bread. you wait with bated breath as he unveils the first out of eight stickers.

he gasps as he comes face-to-face with- “it’s snorlax! number 143 . . . 143.” he freezes as he scans his memory for the special meaning of the number code. “doesn’t that mean ‘i love you’?”

“it does,” you confirm with a grin. “i told you it was fate! isn’t it the best love confession?”

while living with you is a type of intimacy he values greatly, and protects everyday, getting lost in unfamiliar places with you has a charm of its own. it’s one of the days when he allows himself to say: jungkook, you lived well today.

he presses the sticker on your cheek, giving you a kiss through snorlax. “i love you, too.”

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“since we can’t finish all these bread tonight, we’ll open the rest tomorrow.” jungkook announces as he sets down the plastic bag on the floor. in the meantime, snorlax is kept in his wallet for safety purposes.

he carries the clothes to his lap next, curious eyes and curious hands taking out the items one by one. he squeaks a sound of amazement. “you found quite a lot in that shop.”

“they had a lot of good stuff. i got the dark green-ish shirt. the rest are for you.”

he holds the baby blue sweater by the shoulders, letting the rest of it unfold and hang suspended in the air. “this one is so pretty.”

“oh! i really like that one. might borrow it a lot.”

“you’d look pretty in it. especially in the winter.” he says fondly. the mental image of you wearing it surrounded by snow is making him miss the season that just passed.

you pout. “but i got it for you. so wear it more than me.”

“i will. i want to wear it to work right after laundry day.” you beam in contentment, and he pats your head appreciatively. “you’re so fucking cute, baby. thank you for buying it for me.”

the black jacket catches his attention next, and the galaxies in his eyes sparkle as he takes in its the details and overall appearance. “this is totally my style! how does it look so brand-new?”

“right? it’s a steal so i had to buy it!”

jungkook chews on his bottom lip, a conscious effort to restrain himself from attacking you with hugs and kisses. buying treats and gifts for each other on random days— it’s grown to be a second nature in your relationship. this is why you always go on trips on birthdays and anniversaries instead of buying big gifts. he loves that there’s no pressure, and the element of surprise never fades. he loves that he knows what you like, and you know what he likes. a huge part of what makes him who he is has permanently resided in who you are, and vice versa. he will carry you with him for the rest of his life, just like the food he learned to love because his childhood friend forced him to have a bite, and how he adds a bar on top of the letter J because it reminds him of the number 7.

so from now on, he will refuse to wear any other jacket but the one you bought him, and he will think of you every time the sky is baby blue.

“i think this is going to be one of those clothes i’d wear all the time. like the first sneakers you got me.”

“oh god,” you chuckle at the old memory. if people didn’t know he was rich, they would’ve thought he only had one pair of shoes. “you really wore those out.”

“that’s how much i loved it!”

“okay, but you need to wash it before wearing it.”

“i’ll wake up earlier to do laundry.” he starts planning out his day inside his head as he folds up the clothes to put back inside the bag. but then he traces his thoughts two hours backwards, and he is reminded physical affection he’s been craving the whole day.

“can we cuddle when we get home?”

“of course, my love.” you raise an eyebrow in question. “when do we not cuddle?”

“i just missed you a lot today.” he sighs, turning over to his side to look at you. perhaps, also to memorize the street lights reflecting on your face, and how your beige cardigan has slipped down your shoulder. oh, the urge to write a song at this magical moment.

“what’s wrong? did anything bad happen today?” pure concern adorns your voice. you hate it when he’s sad. so much. you want to shield him from everything bad in the world.

“nothing.” his face starts to feel flushed, one of the dead giveaways that he’s emotional. “i just love you, that’s all. you get it, right?”

you have never been more grateful to meet a light that just turned red.

you solely focus on him momentarily, combing his hair with your fingers because it always helps him to relax. “feeling a little overwhelmed, is that it?”

he only nods as a reply. he catches your hand in his to give your knuckles a kiss, plushy lips caressing the tough bones of your doting hand.

“we’re almost home. wanna cuddle in the bathtub?” you propose when you recognize the familiar scenery through his window. the promising comfort and safety of your home causes exhaustion to come crashing down on you. your muscles are suffering the consequences of your actions, and therefore, are asking for compensation.

jungkook seems to be relishing in the idea, doe eyes sparkling instead of shining with unshed tears. “please, that sounds nice. but i’m sorry for when i fall asleep in there.”

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you laugh nervously as you enter your parking lot. you do have your license, but you don’t drive very often. maybe three times a month at most. you find driving to be energy consuming despite being seated, so you much prefer commuting because it also serves as your rest time before and after attending to your duties.

“i need to reverse park before we can get into the bathtub, so you have to help me.”

and yes, additionally, you just simply hate reverse parking with burning passion.

“why do you hate reverse parking so much?” your boyfriend asks out of curiosity.

good question.

“i know we have cameras now, but i’m still always scared of bumping into other cars.”

he flashes you his old-fashioned captivating smirk, resting his hand behind the driver’s seat. what makes it funnier is that you’re not even looking. you’re too preoccupied with finding your parking space.

he raises his eyebrows teasingly, doe eyes turning into small slits as they do when he’s playfully flirting. “you don’t have to be scared of such thing, baby. i’ll pay for the damages.”

“you’re jinxing it! i’ll definitely mess up that ferrari now!”

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yellowsuitcase · 4 years ago

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Intertwined // Draco Malfoy

Request: Hi, can i request an imagine where Y/N and Draco has been together for a long time but one time, Draco forgot to use protection and didn't care for Y/N in the next morning so she got reallll upset. At first Draco don't understand why Y/N acted like that so he gets angry back at her but then he realises the reason and they make every thing up. Start with rough smut, angst in the middle and end with fluff pleaseee. I'll patiently waiting for you sooo take your time and don't force yourself too much ❤

A/N: I don’t have much to say about this one, I really liked the request, I thought it was really real. Also this takes place after Hogwarts and Y/N + Draco live alone.

Summary: Draco is inconsiderate towards his girlfriend and Y/N is n o t happy about it.

Warning(s): SMUT!!! Unprotected sex, choking, swearing, angst, couple verbally fighting, fluff.

Word Count: 2k

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{Not my gif also it’s so dramatic for this lol}

“That’s it, baby girl, ride my cock,” Draco purred as he gripped his girlfriend’s hips, slowly lifting her up and down on his dick. Y/N whimpered, they’d been at it for nearly thirty minutes now, and her pussy was painfully sensitive. Draco had already eaten her out as well as edged her with his fingers. But there she was, bouncing on his cock, wanting to please him. However, after a few more minutes of her riding him, Draco’s grip grew tighter, and he began slamming his hips upwards, pounding himself deep in her pussy.

“Fuck, Draco,” Y/N moaned as she let her legs go limp. Draco flipped them over and was now on top of her. His hand found her throat, and he held it firmly as his hips snapped into her mercilessly. He grabbed her legs and rested them against his shoulders. Y/N watched as he shut his eyes and let himself go, his pace getting even quicker. Loud squelching noises filled the couple’s bedroom, and Y/N could tell he was getting close.

“Such a good girl for me, my perfect little slut,” he grunted, making Y/N whine. She clenched her fingers in the bedsheets and warned him of her approaching orgasm. “Gonna cum again?” he teased. “Go on then, whore, cum on me,” he coaxed. Y/N closed her eyes and focused on the building pressure in her abdomen. But then, she felt Draco slap her clit and found herself cumming instantly from the stimulation. Draco laughed as she tightened her walls around him and scrunched her face in pleasure. He fucked her through her orgasm as his own was advancing. His thrusts became sloppy. Just as Y/N was beginning to whine about the sensitivity, Draco came inside her with a loud groan, his hips pressed flush against her ass.

When he pulled out, Y/N quickly realized that Draco hadn’t used a condom. “Fuck baby girl, you look so pretty with my cum dripping from your cunt,” Draco breathed, his breath fanning over her swollen pussy. She wriggled her hips to get away from the cool air emerging from his lips, but then he yanked her close and licked a long stripe up her slit, pushing the semen back inside her with his tongue. A guttural moan left Y/N as she arched her back, the overstimulation sending sparks through her body. When Draco pulled away, Y/N expected him to help her into the shower, but she was wrong. Instead, he patted her pussy and flopped onto the bed beside her.

“Goodnight darling,” he murmured before slipping underneath the covers and turning away from her. Y/N was shocked. This was rather uncharacteristic of Draco. Not using protection and now going to sleep right after sex. Quite frankly, it made her heart clench, and not in a good way.

Slowly, she scooted herself off their king size mattress and trudged to the bathroom; the soreness between her legs made this a difficult task. Eventually, though, she got inside and immediately sat on the toilet. After she used it, she turned on the shower and sat back down, waiting for it to heat up. She couldn’t shake the confusion and the hurt from her mind. But ultimately, she decided to push those thoughts away and instead focused on cleaning her sweaty, bruised body. Draco’s always quite rough with her during sex, and she enjoyed it, but he had really done a number on her tonight. Maybe when he sees that tomorrow, he’ll apologize, she thought to herself as she rubbed the loofa up and down her arms.

When she eventually slid back into bed with Draco, she couldn’t help but lay her arm over his waist. Sure he’d been a bit inconsiderate tonight, but Y/N still wanted him close. So she stroked his stomach with her thumb as much needed sleep overtook her.

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{The next morning}

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open as she yawned; the bright sunlight streaming from their windows was right on her face. She quickly shielded herself and looked to her left. Draco was still fast asleep. Y/N made sure not to wake him as she got up. Once on her feet, the memories of last night returned thanks to the pain between her legs. She hobbled down the hallway and stairs and made her way to the kitchen. She and Draco had no house elves per Y/N’s request, so they had to make their own meals. Y/N decided that today would be an omelet type of day. So she gathered all the necessary ingredients as well as a pan and began crafting the dish.

While she was flipping the omelet, she heard Draco coming down the steps. She glanced over at him and watched as he settled into the cozy armchairs in their living room, not even bothering to greet her. Anger began to stir, but Y/N shoved it down and returned her eyes to the omelet, which she found was currently burning. “Shit!” she cursed as she quickly transferred it to a spare plate.

The sound of a soft laugh caught her attention, and she turned her head to see Draco’s smiling face. Usually, this would amuse her, but not that morning. “Shut your trap,” she muttered as she started making a second omelet.

“Excuse me?” Draco bellowed. Y/N instinctively tensed but held her ground.

“You heard me. Shut up.” She heard Draco get to his feet and walk into the kitchen. Y/N’s anger was becoming unignorable now. But she kept her lips shut as he leaned on the counter beside her.

“What’s got you in such a foul mood?” he questioned. Y/N snapped, dropping her spatula on the marble countertop. Her head whipped towards Draco and his eyebrows jumped at the fury visible on her face.

“Why don’t you take a wild guess, Malfoy?” she spat, crossing her arms over her chest. Draco gave her a look of confusion.

“Or you could just tell me what’s wrong,” he replied.

“Haha, no, I want you to figure it out.”

Draco couldn’t understand what his lover was getting at, and it was making him grow frustrated. “Y/N, I don’t have the patience for this bullshit; just spit it out,” he argued. Y/N shook her head in disbelief and flipped her omelet.

“The fact that you won’t even stop and think for a second just proves how selfish you are.” This comment made Draco’s blood boil. He stood up straight and clenched his fists at his sides.

“Well, at least I’m not a fucking bitch like you,” he sneered. Y/N gasped, and Draco immediately regretted his words. He could see shiny tears in her eyes as she hurriedly turned off the stove and transferred the omelet to a plate. “Y/N, I didn’t mean that.” She shook her head and fled the kitchen, not even glancing at him as she stormed away.

Draco kicked the cabinets, enraged with himself. He’d really done it now. And the worst part was he still couldn’t put his finger on why Y/N was so upset in the first place. Surely it wasn’t because of his laughter when she burnt the omelet. But if not that, then what else? Draco ran his hand through his hair as he began to pace in the kitchen. Eventually, though, he stopped himself, grabbed a plate, and started eating. The burnt texture was pretty awful, but Draco forced it down his throat anyway.

Now with a full stomach, his head felt clear. He retraced his steps in his mind. He had come downstairs, then sat in the living room; that was it. But then he thought farther back, back to the previous night. And that’s when it hit him. “Fuck,” he muttered, dropping his face into his palms, feeling utterly terrible. Could he genuinely have just gone to bed right after sex? Now that he was thinking about it, Y/N’s neck was littered with love bites this morning, and she had looked exhausted. Yet he had done nothing for her, nothing at all. Draco felt sick to his stomach, and not because of the omelet. Without wasting another second, he jumped to his feet and hastily ran upstairs, but not before taking the second dish with him.

A knock at Y/N’s door halted her tears. She sighed, not really wanting to face her boyfriend right then, but she still wiped her face and opened the door. There stood her blonde-haired boy, a guilty look on his face. “May I?” he asked. Y/N nodded and stepped back, allowing them into their shared bedroom. He set the plate in his hands on his desk and took hesitant steps towards her. It felt as though remorseful tension was in the air, and for a few moments, neither of them said a word. But then Draco lifted his hand and gently cradled her face, making her look up at him.

“I’m so sorry, love. I should have taken care of you last night instead of just falling asleep. And I shouldn’t have called you a bitch or been rude to you this morning. It was completely uncalled for, and I...I feel like an absolute dick, and I’m just really, really sorry.”

Y/N remained silent, simply letting her head rest in his hands. She could tell he was sincere. “I forgive you. But Draco," she started, "I could hardly hold myself up in the shower, and I really needed you. I wanted to cuddle with you like we usually do. And not to mention the fact you didn’t wear a condom, I could get pregnant…” she trailed off. Y/N wasn’t sure if she wanted a family so soon, or even at all. She didn’t think she nor Draco were even close to being ready for such a huge responsibility. But she was pulled from her thoughts by Draco stroking her cheek.

“Y/N, I promise you it will never happen again. You’re everything to me, and I will always take care of you and be there for you whenever you need me. I know I wasn’t last night. Last night I was reckless and a fucking git, but from now on I won't be, I swear it,” Draco declared. His eyes looked fearful as he waited for Y/N to reply. And she did, just not with words. She took a step forward and nestled herself against his chest. Draco immediately wrapped his arms around her and breathed in her scent, feeling at peace, knowing things were okay again.

“I believe I am due for a cuddle appointment, Dr. Malfoy,” Y/N stated, breaking the silence with her playful tone. She giggled as Draco let her go and dragged her towards their bed. He then scooped her up, making her squeal, before he dropped her onto the bouncy mattress. Her bright smile was irresistible, and he scrambled onto the bed, smashing his lips onto hers. She kissed him back, passionately, happy to be reconciled.

“Dr. Malfoy shall provide you with the necessary amount of cuddles to cure your ailment,” Draco stated in a funny voice, playing along with the bit. Y/N giggled and reconnected her lips with his, bringing his body close to hers.

And as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky, the couple remained on the bed, legs intertwined with legs and fingers clutching palms. Their hearts were content. All was forgiven. And even when the moon took the sun’s place, they still hadn’t detached from one another. They ended up falling asleep like that. And in the morning, Draco carried his girl to the bathroom, pledging to never let her wash alone again.

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reginaphillange08 · 4 years ago

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Homecoming

(Bokuto Kotarou)

a/n : honestly just a cute msby bokuto one-shot cause I love him 😩 my longing to be loved really showed in this one 😐

summary: being the girlfriend of a professional volleyball player wasn't always easy. Bokuto would have to leave for months at a time. It's your first time seeing him in two months and you planned the perfect evening for him.

warnings: NSFW!! Minors don’t interact this contains smut. Pretty fluffy, almost too much fluff, then some smut at the end because who doesn’t like MSBY bokuto.

word count : 3218 (IM SORRY I GET CARRIED AWAY WITH FLUFF BUT ITS CUTE AND YOU’LL LIKE IT)

-nsfw-

It was the first night you were gonna be able to spend with your boyfriend in about two months. With him being a professional volleyball player, you knew this was a part of the deal. You two had obviously kept in contact over the break with daily texts and video calls whenever time permitted. The distance and time apart had taught you both patience and to value the time you two had together. You missed him so much, his bright presence, his golden eyes that bore into yours, his contagious smile. Bokuto meant the world to you and you were so excited to finally see your lover after so much time.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing a brand new lingerie set you had gotten just for this occasion. You made sure to never wear it whenever you two had a night of sexy pictures or naughty video calls. This one was a dark hunter green and it complimented your (s/c) skin well. It hugged your curves in a delicious way, as it left little to the imagination. You put some makeup on and luckily today was a good hair day. You couldn't lie, you looked so alluring, it was almost sinful. After gawking at yourself in the mirror you put on your dress getting ready for dinner.

You had known he was coming home tonight for a while so you planned the perfect evening. To be completely truthful, you were so needy for him that you just want him to take you on the kitchen table. However this was Bokuto's first night back in a while, and you love him and wanted to make tonight special. The past two months without him have been pretty tough. No matter how many times he had to go away for volleyball, you never quite got used to the lack of his presence. Whether it was in the morning and you weren't greeted with his bright smile to start the day, or in the middle of the day when you walked into the kitchen and he was dancing to your favorite songs while he cooked, or the random kisses on the cheek throughout the day. Things were just a little less colorful without bokuto around in your little shared apartment. That's why you were elated to welcome him back home.

You had prepared his favorite meal for when he came home, and put on his favorite record. You decided to wear a dress he got you a while back on one of your dates. He absolutely adored that dress on you, and it's one of your favorites too. It was your favorite color and it hugged your figure beautifully. It fit like it was tailored specially for you.

You heard a knock and you practically sprinted full speed to the front door. You already knew who it was so you excitedly swung it open and you were met with your beautiful boyfriend and his warm smile. Your smile was from ear to ear as you threw yourself into his arms. You wrapped yours arms tightly around his neck as he buried his face into yours. His arms snaked around your waist as he held you like he hadn't seen you in 10 years. Truthfully that's how it felt. You finally whispered to him while still engulfed in his broad frame, "you're finally home baby, I missed you so much, you have no idea". He holds you a little tighter and says "I know baby, I missed you so so so much. You look so beautiful tonight, I'm really happy to see you (y/n)". You break away from the hug to finally give him a kiss. You stand on your tippy toes to reach him and he bent down a little to meet you. He holds your face in his hands and you rake your hands through his hair. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, a seemingly desperate attempt to make up for missed time. The kiss is one you get lost in, falling into it headfirst. You two quickly closed the distance between you, bodies pressed up against each other destroying any personal space either of you had before. His hands moved from your face down your body and he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you closer to his body. You kept playing with his hair while you two kissed because you knew it was one of his favorite things. What started as one passionate kiss quickly spiraled into a heated makeout session. Lips still connected and bodies still intertwined, he guided you through the door and closed it behind him.

He quickly threw his bags down in a haste and returned to your lips. Taking off his jacket while you two kissed. He was tugging at the hem of your dress and you were so close to just ripping it off but you hesitated. He sensed your pause and he pulled away and had a concerned look on his face. "Is everything okay (y/n)?" he said. You nodded your head and assured him, "yeah baby of course, I just needed a minute. I wanted to show you what I did for you". You giggled shyly and gestured to the food on the table. It was decorated with some candles and flowers. His eyes widened as he gave you a big smile, he looked at you and said "You did this all for me?". You shake your head and say "no it's actually for my other boyfriend, he's actually gonna be here in a few. Do you mind getting a move on?" You laugh and push him lightly. "Of course it's for you Kou"

He gives you a sweet smile and enveloped you into another warm hug. He plants a kiss on your forehead and says "Thank you baby, you make me the luckiest guy in the world". You two sit down and share the meal together. You absolutely loved having meals with Kotaro. Always getting lost in conversation, it was the best time to talk about everything the other had missed. You two exchanged stories of the past two months you spent apart, mostly laughing at his silly encounters with the rest of his team. You told him how work was going and the new books you were reading.

You finished eating and Bokuto helped you clean off the table. You had flipped the record so it wasn't silent as you did the dishes. You then resumed cleaning up and Bokuto took the rag out of your hand and held your smaller hands in his own. He brought them up to his lips and left soft kisses along your knuckles. He said "Thank you for tonight (y/n), I really appreciate all the kind things you do for me. I love you so much". You held his face with one hand and squeezed his hand with the other. You looked into his eyes kindly and said "Of course Kou, I missed you and wanted to make it special for when you came back home. I love you too". He kissed your forehead and you two continued to clean up.

You were at the sink rinsing off the dishes when Bokuto walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind. You put your hair up messily with a clip just to get it out of your face for now, so your neck was exposed. He kissed your neck and took a deep breath and then whispered to you "baby you smell sooo good". You giggle and say thank you and continue rinsing the last few dishes in the sink. He eyed you like you were his next meal. He saw the way your skin looked so soft, and the way your hair still seemed to shine when in the dim kitchen. The soft glow in your eyes when you'd look back to him every so often. The way your dress dipped in the back exposing some of your back. He decided to take advantage of the vast canvas and began placing kisses along your neck and back. Delicate kisses became playful nips at your skin. He then started painting the area with little red bruises that would later turn purple. You put down the dish you were rinsing and cleaned your hands.

While he was attacking your back with hickeys and love bites you held onto the back of his neck as if you would fall if you let go. He sucked the sweet spot on your neck eliciting a quiet moan from your lips. He immediately held you tighter and whispered "you're gonna drive me crazy with that voice of yours baby, don't hold back. I like hearing you".

You turned around and caught yourself in another heated kiss with him. You lifted yourself onto the counter with his hands guiding your hips. You opened your legs to make room for his broad body. You had your arms resting on his neck with fingers twirling around his dual toned locks. His tongue had grazed your bottom lip as if asking for permission. You granted it eagerly and your tongues began to dance in a fit of passion and urgency. Both exploring each other's mouths with care but also immense drive. You two hadn't been able to hold, touch, or kiss one another in what felt like years. The excitement and satisfaction of finally having him here and all over you was setting you on fire. You begin to take off his shirt while still sloppily making out. You pulled back just to admire the art that is Bokuto Kotaro shirtless. Running your fingers along his defined pecs, tracing his abs with your fingertips lightly. You give him a kiss then you hop off the counter.

You take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. The room was all cleaned up and you had twinkling fairy lights turned on. It was pretty dim and the bed had rose petals on it. You might've been a little too excited and went overboard but you look over to Bokuto and it instantly made it all worth it. He had a huge smile on his face and said "(y/n) you're really gonna be the death of me". You laugh and kiss his cheek

Your two lips crashed into each other in a needy kiss. The kiss quickly turns urgent again. You begin stumbling backward while you two kiss, hell bent on getting to the bed as quick as possible. Truthfully, because you two were apart for so long, this heated makeout session already had you wet.

You finally reach the bed and he pushes you onto it. He then follows you and hovers over you. His large frame seems to consume your smaller build. He begins to plant kisses on your jaw and down your neck as he runs his large hands up and down the smooth curves of your body. His touch drove you mad, no matter how delicate or light. His fingertips grazing your soft skin lit a fire in you. You begin to take off his pants with a little help from him. You reach down to pull off his boxers only for him to grab you by your wrists and pinning them to the bed above your head.

He leans down and whispers "have patience baby, I'm gonna take my time with you tonight". He leans back to look at you, he adored the way you looked underneath him. He let go of your wrists and began to slip your dress off you. He gawked at your brand new lingerie set and let out the biggest grin. "You wore this just for me angel?" You grin sheepishly with a light blush dusting the apples of your cheeks. "Mhm" you replied softly. He strokes your hair and looks into your eyes lovingly and says "you're so beautiful (y/n)"

You kiss him passionately and say thank you. He takes off your bra and looks at the soft mounds that were hidden away. He absolutely loved them. He begins to massage them gently and knead them with his hands as he kisses your collarbone. He looked into your eyes as he took one of your hardened nubs into his mouth and rolled the other nipple between his fingers. He starts kissing the swell of your chest and painting it with little bruises. The occasional love bite would make you moan softly. Your moans were the most beautiful symphony to him, spurring him on. Further encouraging him to please you.

He left a trail of kisses from your chest down your stomach to your underwear. He put his fingers in the waistband and looked up at you for permission. You run your finger through his hair and nod lightly with a smile. He pulled off the lacy dark green garment and threw it to the side. He pushed your legs apart and eyed your glistening core.

He started with just a kitten lick. He always liked to start slowly with care. Delicate licks, slow and calculated motions so he can gage your reaction. He flattened his tongue and applied pressure to your clit. He started lapping up your juices with a little more urgency now. You moaned his name breathily and he started picking up the pace. He's always loved eating you out. He held your thighs down with his big arms. He attached his lips to your puffy clit and began to suck while he slipped two fingers into your aching hole. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach begin to build and you couldn't help but buck your hips up onto his face and fingers. He took this time to add a third finger which made you delirious with pleasure.The third finger entered you stretching your fluttering hole, mixing pain and pleasure till they were indistinguishable from each other. He felt you clamping down on his fingers and he stopped sucking and began to vigorously rub circles into your clit, the way he knew you loved. You felt yourself getting close and as you're a whimpering mess you began to mutter "Kou don't stop, please"

He had a dark look in his eye when he spoke "cum for me baby, you can do it. And just like that you allowed yourself to come undone all over his magical hands and face. "Good girl" was what he said as you came. He helped you ride out your orgasm as he whispered sweet praises to you.

You were catching your breath as you came down from your high. By the time you were back, you looked at bokuto and he had already completely undressed and he had his back against the headboard. He was stroking himself as he watched you with half lidded eyes and a devilish grin on his face.

"You didn't think we were done, did you baby?"

"Of course not" You said as you put your nail between your teeth with a grin.

"Come here angel" he said as he gestured for you to join him.

You crawl over and you place yourself on top of him. You knew he loved when you rode him. You lowered yourself onto him slowly. You adored how full you felt with him inside you. You gave yourself some time to adjust to the stretch and then slowly started to move up and down. You began to pick up pace and ride him with more rigor. He watched you in awe with his hands on your hips guiding you up and down on him. He thought you were so beautiful riding him.You desperately chasing your high and using his body for pleasure was a sight he was incredibly fond of. He got off on knowing nobody would see you that way but him. He admired how beautiful you looked doing something so lewd. Tits bouncing around, your face contorted in pleasure, your lips parted as the moans escaped your mouth.

He then took you and flipped you over so you were on your back. It was his turn to take charge and set the pace. He kissed your temple as he slipped into you. Kou wasted no time in picking up his pace. His vicious thrusts leaving you a babbling mess. You felt yourself begin to close your eyes as you whimpered out his name and he grabbed your face and held your cheeks in his hand. He said "open your eyes baby, look at me".

You did as he said and looked into his eyes as he rutted against you. You were moaning his name when he put his hand over your mouth and said "shh shh baby listen"

You were initially confused at what he was talking about but then when you listened you heard the lewd sounds of your pussy squelching and gushing around his length as he fucked into you. Your cheeks redden as you got a little embarrassed. Boktuo looks down at you with a shiteating grin and says "listen to that angel, you're fucking dripping wet for me". You were a muttering mess, all you could say was "yes kou yes, just for you. Only you could fuck me like this". That's one thing about Bokuto, he adored being praised by you. You took advantage of this and you began to whisper into his ear. "You're so good to me baby, you're doing so good. Please don't stop kou please"

He maintained his pace and looked up to you. "You're close baby?". You nod quickly and dug your nails into his back, leaving crescent moons in their wake as you begged for more. He let out a groan and said "me too" as he fucked into you. He started to rub circles into your clit and he picked up his pace. He fucked you into the mattress and he felt your hole spasming around him, it felt like your pussy was sucking him in even more than he thought possible. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you begged him to let you cum. He felt you clench onto him and said "cum with me baby, be a good girl and cum with me angel". You immediately came undone leaving you shaking and panting under him. The view of you destroyed and fucked out was enough to push him over the edge. With the last few sloppy thrusts bokuto moaned your name as he came. Leaving you kisses along your neck as he painted your insides white.

You both were catching your breath as he peppered your face with kisses. He went to the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean you off with. He wiped you down with delicate and sweet touches. You both went under the covers and he held you in his arms. He began to play with your hair as you began to fall asleep.You kissed his hand and said "goodnight kou, i love you". Then he gave you one last kiss to your temple and a tight hug. He whispered into your ear saying "goodnight baby, thank you for the lovely evening. I love you so much."

The both of you falling asleep in eachothers warm embrace. Kou couldn't have asked for a better homecoming.

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anjuschiffer · 5 years ago

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Breaking the Silence

My first Dickinette! Originally this was going to be for Maribat March, but ended up getting too invested on it... welp! Hope you enjoy this!

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Tag: @theatreandcomicfreak @damianette-is-life @toodaloo-kangaroo

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AO3

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The door opened with a slam and closed with a click, Dick peeking over the doorway, his face lightening up upon seeing his children enter the home. However, a frown replaced his smile when he saw Thomas throw his bag to the side, Marie watching her twin brother with a pursed lip and worried eyes.

“-maybe he can help.” Marie whispered, trying to grab Thomas’ hand only to get it slapped away.

“Dad?” Thomas scoffed, dragging his hand down his face before flinging his hand in the direction of the kitchen. “That happy-go-lucky guy? Bet he’s never had to deal with this shit before.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try.” Marie urged, holding Thomas’ hand into her own. “Maybe he can-”

“He won’t and will not. And you better not tell him about any of this.” Thomas gritted, jerking his hand away from Marie, his eyes landing on his father who was now standing at the foyer of the house, a smile plastered on his face.

How long was he there for? How much did he know?

“So, how was school?” Richard asked, leaning on the wall, watching as Marie fidgeted under his watch while Thomas muttered something, averting his attention.

“It was alright.” Thomas started, picking up his school bag and threw it over his shoulder. “Aced my midterms if that helps.” Richard’s smile grew, Thomas wanting to roll his eyes as his father walked over to him and hugged him, ending the interaction by ruffling his midnight hair.

“Definitely wonderful news! Worth celebrating over! Might have to call your mo-”

“He got in a fight.” Marie blurted out, her gaze on the floor, her fists trembling at her side, her name hissed out of her brother.

“A fight?” Richard asked, Thomas rolling his eyes, feeling a bit ashamed when his father’s eyes narrowed. “With who-”

“It’s nothing you should be concerned about,” Thomas said, walking up the stairs to slowly retreat to his room. “No-thing,” Thomas enunciated each syllable.

“Stop lying Thomas,” Marie said, her voice wavering. She looked at her father with bluebell eyes, round and filled to brim with unshed tears. Richard’s heart ached. They looked just like hers. “He got in a fight with-”

“Marie.” Thomas sternly growled, watching his sister tense up. “Not. Now.”

“Thomas, let her-”

“Are you happy that you got Dad’s attention, Marie?” Thomas asked, Richard wondering what exactly was his son feeling. Anger? Annoyance? Jealousy?

“What are you-”

“Aren’t you happy Mar? Happy that Dad loves you sooo much, simply because you’re the better one out of the two of us? The one that never gets in trouble? The goody-two-shoes, just like him? Like her? Like them?”

“What? No!” Marie squeaked, her eyes darting from their father and Thomas. “No, I-”

“Oh stop lying to yourself, Mar.” Thomas walked back down the stairs, his bag abandoned at the top. “You just love the fact that Dad always prefers you over me. After all,” he looked past his father, watching as Marie cowered behind him, “-you look just like her.”

“Thomas.” Richard said sternly, standing in front of Marie, tears falling silently down her face. “That’s enough.”

“What’s enough?” Thomas asked with a dry laugh. “The fact that Marie looks just like Mom? The fact that Marie looks identical to Mom? The fact that you have an identical replica of Mom living with us despite me also being a part of her?” Thomas let out a shuddering sigh. “I bet you’d choose Mom over me if you had the chance, wouldn’t you?”

“Thomas. Take. That. Back.” Richard gritted.

“Why should I when we both know it’s the truth?”

“You’re jumping to conclusions young man.”

“Oh? Am I?” Thomas walked up to his father, the height difference not scaring him one bit. “Then explain why I’m always the outcast.” At that, Richard took a step back, wondering how to answer at the accusation. “Why was I always the one you avoided looking at? Why was I always the one sent to Grandpa Bruce’s manor while Marie got to stay with Grandpere Tom and Grandmere Sabine? Why was I the one who had to suffer through all the gossip behind my back? Why was I-”

“Because you resemble her the most.” Richard softly said, Thomas looking up to his father, wondering when he had curled into himself, why his vision was so blurry. When did he start crying? When did his father start crying? Why was he crying? “Because some days you sounded exactly like her.” Richard brought his son into an embrace, Thomas feeling his father tremble. “Even though you have my shade of blue eyes, you have her midnight hair.”

Thomas felt his chest both tighten up and feel lighter.

“You have her laugh and her voice, her button nose and scrunched up face whenever she ate something sour.” Thomas’ vision blurred again, a lump forming in his throat.

“Your freckles look identical to her’s, you have her smile when you eat your favorite ice cream combo: vanilla and chocolate mint.” Richard let out a wobbly laugh. “Did you know that was her favorite combination to eat?”

Richard separated himself from Thomas, watching Thomas hang his head in shame while also wiping his tears away.

“And despite never meeting her, you have the same habits she had.” Marie walked up to her father and silently cried into his side. He patted her head, pulling Thomas into a hug again, hearing muffled cries. “It’s not that I was avoiding you Thomas, I was just not prepared to face you… to face the reality that your mother will never be able to see how much her children have grown up without her seeing a single bit of it with her own eyes.”

Thomas’ wails broke the silence, Marie shortly joining in, her own sobs syncing with her brother’s, something Richard had yet to completely understand.

Even when they were infants -in the rare times they would cry- whenever one of them would cry, the other would join, their screams syncing into a single wail, sometimes scaring Richard.

It would still be something to get used to.

Richard let his kids cry, knowing it was heavily needed. Talking to Thomas about the fight can wait for another time, his current emotions were more important than some fight from earlier that day.

He knew about Thomas’ constant fights, the academy always calling Richard to try to meet in person to speak about the situation, Richard always turning the appointments down. He already knew about them, he had for a while. He just knew it wasn’t the right time to approach Thomas about the issue.

He wanted to give Thomas the option to approach him, to confide in his father for advice.

Richard knew better than to pry information from people, if living with his adopted siblings taught him anything, it was to never pry. When he had applied pressure, or at least the majority of the time, it’d lead to an unwanted situation.

Their crying carried for minutes, almost an hour until they came to a soft hiccup, Thomas being the one to end the symphony of tears. Making sure that his kids calmed down completely and didn’t have anymore pent up emotions, Richard coaxed them to take a nap as Thomas and Marie ended up exhausting themselves, now drowsy from all the crying.

With great hesitance, the twins finally agreed to take a short nap, Thomas complaining how it would ruin his sleep schedule while Marie was starting to crave cake. Richard told Marie he would make sure a cake was made and finished before dinner while laughing at Thomas’ complaints.

It reminded him of a certain someone.

Tucking Marie into bed and giving her a kiss on her forehead, Richard slipped out of Marie’s room and went to the kitchen to start working on the cake he had promised Mari.

Setting up his work space, he got to baking, placing his glass bowl over a pan of hot water, cracking the eggs over it and placing the sugar and vanilla extract in as well. He began to mix the ingredients, feeling something was off.

“Oh! Don’t forget the honey! You always forget the honey!”

“Right! The honey!”

“And don’t forget to remove it-”

“Remove it when it gets to 40 celcius. And we have to do the same for the butter and milk.”

“Yup! Honestly, why do you keep asking me about the step if you got the majority of it down?

“Just making sure.”

“Once you mix the first bowl you gotta add the cocoa powder.”

“Right, the butter and milk come after that.”

“Yup! So let’s get back to baking!”

“Hope I don’t forget a step along the way.” Richard said to himself, failing to notice the figure that peered from the kitchen doorway, watching Richard talk to himself as he made the batter, placed it in the oven and started to prep for the next step.

“Do you see that Mari? He’s doing just fine. He may still be healing, but he’s okay.”

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“What’s the cake for? Is it the twin’s birthday already?” A voice asked, making Dick jump, almost misplacing the last strawberry on the cake.

“Kor’i!” He exclaimed with a smile, placing the strawberry down and going up to kiss his wife, having to tip-toe a bit to kiss her cheek. “When did you get back home?”

“When you started baking.” Kor’i giggled upon seeing the blush on Richard’s face. “I didn’t want to bother you so-”

“You could’ve still said hi.”

“You were talking with M.” Kor’i said softly, watching as it dawned on Richard as to what she had meant.

“Oh,” was all he could say, rubbing the back of his neck. “Was I?” Kor’i nodded, noticing the mess on the counter.

“Why don’t I help you clean up? That way you can take a short break before dinner.” Kor’i suggested, Dick nodding, the two cleaning up the mess in sweet silence.

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The mess was cleaned, dinner ready to be heated and the cake to be eaten, but there was an hour to spare before Kor’i and Dick had to wake up the children, so they settled with sitting on the sectional sofa, Dick being Kori’s pillow as the two watched some drama Kor’i had been watching recently.

While Kor’i was highly immersed into the show, Dick was content in just being there, running his hand through her hair that seemed to flow for miles. Her sunset hair shimmered, before Dick realized it had turned midnight and short.

------

“-hope that- Dick?” Kor’i asked, quickly turning when he had stopped moving. One minute he was stroking her hair, the next he had stopped.

Quickly, Kor’i kneeled beside Dick. “Dick? Dick? Dick, are you alright?”

“Mari. Is Mari okay?” He asked, staring at his hands, Kor’i noticing that tears ran down his face, his eyes had turned glossy.

“Dick... Dick.” Kor’i repeated, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Dick, please, say something.”

“It was all my fault.” Dick whispered, still looking into the distance, watching as Mari’s casket was lowered into the ground. “It was all my fault.”

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Dick stormed out of the manor, slamming the door behind him, ignoring Alfred’s calls.

This is exactly why he hated Bruce. Why he hated Batman. Why he hated being Robin.

This is why this was going to be his last mission. His last mission... As a vigilante…

He had enough of all of this...he just wanted to have a life next to her.

As he made his way to his girlfriend’s home, ambulances rushed past him, firefighters and police cars following suit… all of them heading for-

“Mari.” With the worst case scenario in his head, Dick broke into a sprint, praying that it was all wrong. That what his gut was telling him was wrong. That Mari was fine. That she is alright.

Please, let her be okay.

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He couldn’t bear to see her nor to touch her.

“I’m fine Dick.” Marinette softly said, placing her hand over his, drawing circles. “I’m going to be fine.”

“Why?”

“Hmm?”

“Why are you so calm?” Dick grasped the mint green blanket into his hand. “Why aren’t you-”

“Because I was also at fault.”

“He was drunk.”

“But I also was crossing the street when the light was still green.”

“He was going over the speed limit, Marinette.” Dick gritted, getting up quickly, the hair falling down. “Don’t you understand how serious this is?”

“I made it out with a simple scratch.”

“Mari, that’s not a scratch. You could’ve ended up blind and possibly dead if it weren’t for your quick thinking and your phone.”

Marinette pursed her lips at that, balling the blanket under her grip.

She knew Dick was right, but she was grateful for her luck, only having the side of her face swollen and having a cut near her eye.

True, she could’ve died if her phone didn’t take the hit for her leg… but Marinette was just happy to be alive…

Dick watched her avoid him as he took a breath, turning away from her as he collected himself.

Do it for her.

Bruce’s words rang in his head as he prepared himself for the biggest mistake of his life. Hell, the biggest regret of his life.

“I’ve had enough of this.” He said out of nowhere, Marinette wondering where this was coming from.

“Enough of what?”

“Of this!” Dick yelled, motioning at the hospital. “Every single time I come to visit you, I always end up here. Here!”

“Richard, I-”

“The first time I met you, it was my fault you were here. I wasn’t watching where I was driving, but since then?” Dick let out a dry laugh. “You manage to make it about yourself.”

“Richard, I had to-”

“You should’ve let the ball roll off the first time, should’ve let the phone fall into the river the second, should’ve let the letter fly off into the air, let the dog runaway, let that girl-”

“How can you say that I was doing it for attention?” Marinette scowled. “I was helping someone, saving them on that last one.”

“Help to the extent of getting injured? Of dying?” Dick laughed before it came to a halt. “I can’t keep going like this. I rather not be involved with this.”

Marinette’s eyes shrunk, feeling her view become smaller. She could feel her chest tighten, a lump forming in her throat.

Please don’t… don’t say-

“I think it’s better if we go our own ways.”

He did...

Marinette didn’t know when he left, nor did she know when the other doctors came into her room. She only acknowledged them when one of them sat on her bed and held her hand, giving it a squeeze.

It was only then that she noticed that the other two doctors that were in the room avoided looking at her, their mouths in thin lines.

“I’m...I’m pretty sure you didn’t hear us when we came in...we noticed you were dazed off, recovering from today’s accident.” The doctor at her side said, letting out a huff. “We’re here to tell you about your friend, Alya.” Marinette perked at that. “We came to the decision to tell you about your friend now rather than later or through someone else.”

No.

Please… don’t…

She can’t right now… She can’t lose another person… She won’t be able to handle that...

“Wh-What, where is Alya?”

She needed Alya right now...

“I’m sorry, but Mme.Ceshaire… she didn’t make it through the surgery.”

One minute Marinette saw the three doctors in her room… the next, her world had become dark.

------

“She’s awake! Someone! Get the doctor!”

Marinette’s eyes flickered, flinching when her eyes adjusted to the lights.

“I see that you’re doing better, Mme.Dupain-Cheng. And we need you to be doing better, to get better. After all, you have to live on for two now.”

“I, um, I beg your pardon?” Marinette asked, adjusting herself to sit up a bit, watching as the doctor looked at her in astonishment and then gracefully gave her a smile.

“I’m guessing you didn’t know, but that’s quite understandable, seeing as you are only two weeks in.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m still not-”

“You are pregnant Mme.Dupain-Cheng.” Marinette’s heart fell. “Congratulations.”

———

It was finally done.

Fuck Bruce.

He was never going back.

Dick felt like a weight in his shoulders were slightly lifted.

There was no turning back.

As Dick headed for the bakery where he knew Marinette still resided in, his heart came to a halt as his eyes laid on the girl he had left behind.

She had changed. She was a bit more plump, glowing as she sat on the chair outside the bakery. Next to her, a man who he’d only see a few times. Luka, if he remembered correctly.

But that wasn’t what had caused his heart to stop beating. It was her figure that had him to stop breathing. She was pregnant. But now the question that rose: whose was it? Who was the father of the child she was to bare?

It didn’t take long to figure it out because as soon as Dick locked eyes with Luka, he saw red in the other man’s eyes. One minute Dick was looking at an enraged Luka and the next he saw a fist, toppling backwards where his head met the floor.

“How dare you show your face around here after what you’ve done to Marinette!”

“What-” a grunt. “Are you-” a gag as he tasted blood. “Talking about?” But Dick got no response. Luka just keeps punching him, Dick letting him despite his brain telling him to defend himself. But his heart said otherwise. Something told him he deserved it.

“Luka! Stop it! Please!” Marinette’s voice cracked as she pleaded, Luka almost stopping instantly when he heard it.

Dick swore that his heart stopped at how broken it sounded, how tired it had become.

Was it all because of him?

“Mari, I-“

“Come inside.” Marinette said with a weak voice. “I don’t want anyone eavesdropping on our conversation.

After getting fixed up, Marinette treating his last bruise, Dick finished what he came to tell her.

The reason he broke up with her and didn’t contact her for months? One word: Kitten.

She had decided to waltz back into his life, but this time being the new Killer Moth, something Bruce and Dick did not expect to hear after hearing of Drury’s death.

While Bruce quickly adjusted to the new villain, Dick couldn’t. Because he knew what this meant.

She wanted him -hence her return- and this time, she came prepared.

She had more things to hold hostage against Dick - Gotham, Batman, Robin...and Marinette.

He needed to act quick, hasty decisions that led to successfully taking Kitten down.

However, they also led to regrets.

He watched as Marinette dropped the bag of frozen peas, her eyes filling up with tears.

“All of that, for a mission?”

“I know. It was stupid-“

“Stupid barely just scratches the surface.” She started, letting out a dry laugh. “It was downright idiotic!” Holding her hand to her head, she walked in a complete circle before facing him again. “Why didn’t you just tell me? Why? Didn’t you trust me?”

“I do! I still do.”

“Sure didn’t seem like it.” Marinette scoffed. “Because if you did, you would’ve told me.”

“I could’ve never returned to you had the mission gone wrong.” Dick defended, attempting to reach out to her, only for Mari to catch his hand and shake her head.

“I would’ve understood. I know the sacrifices a person must make to keep their loved ones protected.” She reminded him, Dick fully knowing she was referring to her days of being Ladybug.

“Kitten-” Dick started, only to get cut off.

“Kitten would’ve faced my wrath if you didn’t come back to me.” Marinette said, then remembering about that clingy girl he once spoke of. “I would’ve done something to bring you back home.”

“I know. And that’s what I also feared.”

“Hmm?”

“I feared that if it did go wrong and you had to do something to get me back, and something happened to you as well...what does that say about me? Am I too weak to protect you? That I’m still not ready to have my own life and protect it?”

“What’s wrong in relying on others?”

“It often means bringing in more people for others to hold hostage.”

“Is that what your father taught you?” Marinette asked coldly, glaring at the bruise on Dick’s face. “Is that what you learned from fighting alongside Batman? Red Robin? Robin? Because if anything, they prove otherwise.”

“I just don’t-”

“Sometimes, you have to rely on others, lean on their shoulders.” Marinette reminded, cupping Richard’s face, gently pressing her forehead against his. “Just hide away your fears and ask for help. Talk to someone, just like you are with me.”

Dick didn’t know when he had placed his hands over hers nor when he got up to embrace her. He just knew that whatever stood between them no longer stood there.

That she somehow washed away his fears.

“Thank you, Mari.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you for doing that stunt on me.” Marinette said against his ear, a chill running down his spine.

“R-right.”

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The next months were spent with Dick picking up the responsibility he had never picked up.

He helped Marinette with her modeling, helped her deal with her clients, always at her beck and call each day.

He did the cleaning, the laundry and the cooking, not once letting Marinette lift a finger.

Despite each day spent like an errand boy, Dick cherished each moment.

Their morning greetings (which was a boop on the nose), their lunch dates, Dick watching Marinette hum and caress her stomach whenever she took a break, being by Mari’s side whenever she felt irritated, and the list went on.

Those days became weeks, which in turn, became months.

He didn’t remember when he had the guts to ask her to marry him, crying when she said yes.

The two moved into their own apartment - big enough for them and their bundle of joy.

———

With each passing day, he longed for the moment he’d be able to meet their child, Dick often being the one to bring out lists of names to choose from.

They’d talk about the nursery as they watched the city lights beam across their ceiling at night.

They’d talk about the cribs and the onesies they have to buy. Which brand to choose and the stuffed animals to buy.

As he’d run his hand through her midnight locks, they would speak of what family activities to do.

Introduce them to Disney, take them to the beach, the amusement park. To Paris!

They’d let their fantasies run wild, fully knowing that money was the least of their problem.

They just wanted the best for their child.

Their future.

———

And in the blink of an eye, they were there.

———

“He’s so tiny.” Richard cooed, cradling his son in his arms, watching the tiny infant squirm in his blanket. He had a tuft of navy hair, a few strands seeping from his tiny hat.

It was still pretty early in the morning, the delivery being five in the morning and yet Richard still had energy to spare. Or maybe he knew it wasn’t fair to his wife who worked so hard to bring their bundle of joy to their lives.

“He is, meaning that there’s still space to carry another one.” Marinette hummed, Richard tilting his head.

“Another...one?” Marinette giggled as she watched the nurse roll in another makeshift crib into the room, watching as tears rolled down Richard’s face. “Mari… why didn’t you-”

“I made sure to keep it a secret.” Marinette watched as the nurse helped Richard balance the two children into his arms, ingraining the memory. “Only my parents knew about them. Oh! And Alfred too!”

“She’s adorable,” was all Richard could whisper out as he looked at their children in his arms.

“Thomas. Marie.” Marinette said, reaching out for her children, the nurse quickly going to Richard to get Thomas and then Marie. Richard wanted to pout upon having his children taken from him but he didn’t care.

His heart melted as he watched the two infants snuggle closer to their mother, tiny smiles on their wrinkly faces.

“I’ll always be watching over you. Always.” Marinette softly spoke, her smile getting bigger before it quivered. “I’m sorry.”

What was she talking about? Sorry? About what?

“Richard.” Marinette spoke, even quieter this time, Dick noticing that her hold on the children was loosening, probably because she was tired. Without another word, he scooped the children into his arm, watching Marinette look at him with soft eyes. “Come closer.”

He did.

He watched as Marinette slowly lifted her hand to his cheek, caressing it as she smiled, unshed tears pooling in her eyes.

“You know I’ve always loved you and I always will.”

“You tell me everyday my love.” Dick assured, leaning into her cold touch. “I love you too.”

“Please.” Marinette pleaded, a tear sliding down her pale face, her lips giving him a frail smile. “Promise me that you’ll take care of them.”

“Of course I will.” RIchard smiled, wanting to caress her cheek as well, instead, he settled for a forehead press. She was kinda cold. “I’ll take care of them alongside you.” Marinette shook her head.

“Only you will be able to take care of... them.” Marinette said, her voice cracking towards the end. “I’m sorry.” She whispered out, Richard finally piecing together her words.

“Mari. Mari, no. You...you can’t.” Richard set the children down into their respective cribs, hearing her monitor start to beep in alarm. “Mari, Mari! Mari please! Someone!”

He started to shout outside the door, shouting for someone to come and help him.

He shouted desperately, watching as no one came, the crying of his two children being his only solace.

She died with a smile on her face.

———

“It was all my fault! I should’ve never left her alone! I should've told her about the mission instead of leaving her out of the loop! If I had simply-“

“Dick, you didn’t know.” Kor’i softly said, never noticing when the twins had gotten to the living room, watching as their father broke down. “None of us knew, but her.”

“Mari, is Mari okay? Tell me Kor’i! Is Marinette going to be alright?” Dick asked, clinging onto Kor’i.

This...this was the first time the twins had ever heard their mother’s name out of their father’s mouth. It was always ‘Mom,’ ‘Mother,’ Nettie’. It was never Marinette.

“Richard. She’s alright.” Kor’i hushed, watching as Dick let out shuddering breaths. “The children are okay as well.”

Thomas and Marie watched as their father visibly calmed down, watching Kor’i give him a soft smile.

“So she’s okay? She’s not…” he trailed off, looking at Kor’i with glossy eyes. When he saw Kor’i nod, let out a sigh before he collapsed to his side, the cushions allowing him to drift off to sleep.

Thomas and Marie attempted to go over to their father, but didn’t when Kor’i prevented them from getting any closer.

“Does...does- is this new?” Marie asked, watching her father in deep sleep, tears staining the pillow underneath him. “Was this-“

“He doesn’t have them that often anymore, they used to be much worse. And as much as I want to say no, I can’t do that. So yes, perhaps the sudden situation that caused him to confess his feelings may have triggered this one.” Kor’i responded despite not wanting to confirm Marie’s suspicions.

“Will he be alright?” Thomas then asked, holding onto Marie’s hand that trembled in guilt.

“He’s going to be alright. I assure you that much.” Thomas and Marie watched as Kor’i draped a blanket over him, wondering what awaited them.

The two walked out the living room, walking into the kitchen, a sob escaping Marie.

“Come on Marie. You can’t just-“

“What if it’s our fault Mom isn’t here?” Marie cut her brother off. “What if we’re the reason-“ She flinched when Thomas slammed his hands on the kitchen counter.

“Don’t you dare say that!” Thomas grabs her by the shoulders, shaking her a bit. “Don’t you dare mock Mom’s feelings like that! If we’re here while she isn’t, then she wanted us to live! And because we’re living, we can’t just just take her decision for granted!”

“I know, but-“ Marie bit her lip. “How did we just believe Dad wasn’t still suffering from her death? Why didn’t we notice it? Why didn’t he say anything? We’re his children. He should’ve said something. We could’ve helped.”

Thomas frowned, watching as his sister silently cried.

He hated to say this, but she was right.

He could’ve told them what he was going through. He could’ve leaned on them… then again, who was he to judge him for that?

He never spoke of his fights with his father, so what right did he have for demanding him to tell them about his problems?

Now that he thought about, why did he never speak of the fights?

Was it his shame? His guilt?

No.

Thomas knew why he never spoke of the fights.

It was his pride.

They called him motherless, a bastard when they saw him argue with his father once and when they learned that Kor’i was his father’s ‘current’ wife was someone from Tamaran, they called him a Torq.

Torq.

Insignificant. A nobody. That nothing good would ever come from a motherless rebel like him.

Thomas hit the side of his fist against the wall, a book hitting his head and falling to the floor.

Why did he choose the side of the kitchen where all the cookbooks were at?

Rubbing his aching bruise, Thomas went to pick it up, eyes widening when he saw the name on the opened front page.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Marie rushes over the moment she hears the name, slightly pushing her brother to get a better view of the book.

They flipped the page, confused to see writing on it.

“They’re recipes.” Marie pointed out, looking at the fruit tart recipe on the page they were currently looking at.

“Mom wrote all of these.” Thomas stated the obvious, running his hand across the neatly written instructions. The regular instructions were in black, side notes and suggestions in red and pink respectively.

He also couldn’t help but notice a ladybug theme on the book.

Did she like ladybugs?

“In case Dick has another nightmare or breakdown.” Marie read out loud, Thomas looking to where he was reading.

“An herbal tea?”

“Do you think...it will work?”

“We can give it a try.”

“Let’s do it then!” Marie said with a smile. “Let’s make Dad feel better!”

I know you two can do it! Good luck!

———

“It happened again, didn’t it?” Dick asked, looking down at his trembling hands.

It wasn’t even a complete ten minutes before he woke up. His body was sore and his throat parched. Another one, huh? “And I’m front of-“

“They were going to find out eventually.” Kor’i said softly, amazed that it took 16 whole years for them to find out. While babies didn’t fully understand breakdowns, they can absolutely feel them. “And what better time than now.”

“But they shouldn’t have to deal with-“

“They are not dealing with anything. Instead, they are learning more about you. Getting to finally know about their father.”

“Their pathetic poor-excuse-of-a-father.” Dick huffed, placing his head into his hands. “Can’t even get over-“

“Don’t. Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Kor’i gritted, cupping Dick’s face to make him look at her. “Don’t you dare say that death should be easy to get over. Because it’s not. And never will. Only time can heal it. And we both know that.”

“All too well.” Dick added, placing his head on her shoulder. “Sorry for saying that.”

“It’s alright.”

“Dad.” “Dad.” They heard their kids say simultaneously, noticing that Thomas had a tray in his hand.

“What’s that you got there?” Dick attempted to say with a chirp, causing everyone to resist showing a frown.

“It’s a tea recipe we found.” Thomas started.

“We decided to make it after finding it in Mom’s recipe book.”

They watched as their father’s eyes grew large.

“Mari’s...cookbook. It thought it was lost in the move from long ago.” Dick whispered as he took the cup of tea, the aroma of ginger and cinnamon bringing back old memories. “It smells just like the tea she used to make.”

Marie and Thomas watched as their father took a sip from it, wondering if it tastes the same as Mom’s.

“Does...does it taste...good?” Marie asked after a long moment of awkward silence.

“It almost tastes exactly like hers. Of course, there’s still something missing-“ Marie’s hiccups, Dick quickly getting up to console her, setting down his cup. “Mari, the tea-“

“I’m glad you liked it. I thought you wouldn’t.” Marie sobbed, wiping away her tears. “We tried to figure out what the last ingredient was but after testing out different things, nothing seemed to be it.”

“Whatever Mom meant by ‘tears of true love,’ we weren’t able to crack it.” Thomas clarifies, placing the empty tray onto the coffee table. “But I guess it was still a success if you said it tastes similar to Mom’s.”

Dick smiled, pulling Thomas close to him.

“Seems like the two of you have your mother’s gift of creation.” Dick felt Kor’i join in on the hug. “She’d be really proud of the two of you. Without a doubt.”

He wiped away a tear that dared to slip, flicking it away.

He never realized the soft pink glow that emitted from the tea when the tear flew into it.

The tear of true love...in the shape of a healing family.

#maribat #dickinette #dick x kori #oc: marie grayson #oc: thomas grayson

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SHE WAS BORED

Hi! This is my first attempt writing a smut one shot!

Enjoy it!

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Natsu had just got home from the firehouse, he was the department chief and he had to go through a lot of paperwork during his day at work. He loved his job but having to make sure everything was always sorted was exhausting. He sighed tiredly, happy to be home and have some time to relax.

-Hi buddy!- said him to the blue Chartreux that was headbutting his ankles. He bent over to pet his little friend, scooping him up into his muscular arms. The little cat started purring and closed his black eyes. Natsu chuckled, ruffling his salmon hair with his hand.

-I know Happy, this day was long!-

Natsu put the cat down on the large white bed in the bedroom, searching for some clean clothes. He sniffed himself and cringed, he stank really bad. He went to the bathroom to have a shower, but when he was about to put a foot into it, he heard a little bling.

Lucy (key and stars emojis): Natsuuuu I’m bored!

He smiled at the screen. Lucy is his best friend and girlfriend. They had been friends since Lucy’s sophomore year at the high school, but they started dating at her first year at college. He always thought to be extremely lucky, Lucy is a curvy blonde with big brown eyes and plump rosy lips. She’s clever, smart, kind and weird; she could have had everyone at her feet. Every boy at school wanted to go out with her, but she chose him. He didn’t know why; he was reckless and goofy, and she was too much for him. She was like the brightest star in the sky, with her fair skin and her golden hair; she was amazing, and he vowed to himself that until she wanted to, he will give everything he got to her. He loved her and his mission was to make her smile, because her smile was the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

Natsu: Too bad, I can’t help you :P

He looked at the screen, the phrase “is writing…” appeared and he waited, looking at the profile image of his girlfriend. It was a picture of them, Natsu had his arm around Lucy’s shoulders and was grinning at the phone while Lucy was kissing his cheek with her manicured hand cupping his other cheek.

Lucy (key and stars emojis): But Natsu! I don’t know…Can we play at something?

Natsu chuckled, imagining the pout on Lucy’s lips.

Natsu: Lucy, you’re in Alvarez at the moment and I’m home. In Fiore. In Magnolia. About to take a shower.

He waited a few seconds for her answer, but it didn’t arrive, so he entered the shower. He was washing his hair when a bling came and soon another followed. He rinsed his hair under the rain of the shower and checked his phone. “Thank God it’s waterproof!” thought him checking his conversation with her.

Lucy (key and stars emojis): I know I’m in Alvarez dummy, but I’M BORED! I finished the conference early today and now I’m in my hotel room.

Lucy (key and stars emojis): Sooo….you’re naked now?

He blinked once, then twice at the second message. What a weird question, well she’s weird so what did he expect?

Natsu: Yeah? I’m showering so I need to be naked or are you saying that we did this thing wrong our entire life and we need to wash ourselves with our clothes on?

He resumed cleaning himself, rubbing the soap bar onto his tan skin. Bling. He groaned. He loved her, but damn he wanted to finish to wash himself. He finished what he was doing, deciding to check his phone after he exited the shower box. Bling. He huffed, tying a towel slightly under where his hips formed a “v”. A pink happy trail poking above the white cloth. He took his phone and looked at the notification. Lucy has sent a picture. He furrowed his eyebrows and checked the image, when it opened his breath itched in his throat. Lucy was wearing a loose silky pink tank top, her cleavage deepened by her arms pressing together. Her blonde hair was caught in a messy bun. Her eyes were looking at him with lust, cheeks slightly pink and one finger was caught between her teeth. He felt heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. His eyes grazing her figure, absorbing every detail.

Lucy (key and stars emojis): That’s a pity. I’d like to take a shower with you…

Natsu coughed, trying to regain his breath. A thought of her watching him like that, while straddling his lap, crossed his mind. He shook his head and started typing.

Natsu: Luce, what are you doing?

He was confused, amused and let’s be honest: he was starting to be fired up. She left for her business trip a week ago and the trip will last two more weeks. It was hard. They were never apart for long and this period without her was going to be the hardest in his life. Especially, if she kept be a little minx.

Lucy (key and stars emojis): I don’t know what you mean Natsu. I just need to take a shower, you know…let the water drip down my body, lather my arms, my stomach, my breast…

Natsu’s eyes widened. He knew very well that image. He helped her a lot doing that kind of task, maybe slipping his hand between her thighs and feeling how much she wanted him to...

-No! Calm yourself!- he said to himself slapping his cheeks. He watched himself in the mirror and a slight bulge caught his eyes. He sighed. She always made him feel fired up really quickly.

Natsu: oh really? You don’t know? Well go on, I’m sorry I already took a shower

He replied, adding an image of him in front of the mirror. Towel tied up onto his hips. Bangs down still dump. A hand was ruffling his hair while flexing his arms muscles. A grin on his lips and eyes cocky.

It took Lucy several minutes to replay and Natsu took advantage of the pause on his hormones to get dressed. He wore a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and a black muscular top. He went to the kitchen to cook something to himself. Bling. He was getting some bread for a sandwich when he heard it. Natsu retrieved his phone from the pocket and saw that Lucy had sent a video. He swallowed noisily and opened the video. Lucy was pointing the phone at the mirror in her bathroom. Her hair was down, and she was playing with a strand between her fingers. A sly grin pulling at her lips. Natsu was having problem at breathing. Her body was clad in a tiny pink towel that reached her mid-thigh. The towel was slightly open on the front, giving him a peek of her toned stomach and a part of her groin.

-You’re right Natsu. I’m gonna take a nice hot bath instead- she winked at him, licking her lips and started untying her towel. Natsu’s eyes widened. His bulge returning at full speed. She was painfully slow and when she was almost done…the video stopped. He groaned. “That little minx!” he thought.

Natsu: Luce you’re playing with fire, you know that, right?

A growl escaped his lips. He wanted so bad to bend her over the sink and make her beg to fill her with…

No, bad Natsu. Keep calm.

Lucy (key and stars emojis): What’d you do to make me understand what I’m doing?

And another pic. That woman was gonna be the death of him. She was in the bathtub. The water reached just above her nipples. Her long dump golden hair was floating around her. Her eyes hooded with lust and the lower lip caught between her teeth. A hand was on her cleavage.

Natsu licked his lips. He wanted to taste her. This was unfair. His boxer was beginning to be tight.

Natsu: I’ll make you beg

He had completely forgot about his sandwich and was now massaging his length through his pants.

Lucy (key and stars emojis): beg for what?

She was doing the innocent part, but Natsu knew she was a perverted. He knew what she wanted. His pants hurt at the thought.

Natsu: For me. For my cock inside you. You will beg me to fuck you so bad you won’t walk for a week

Lucy (key and stars emojis): Maybe you will beg me

He chuckled. His eyes beginning to darken with lust. She was playing so well with him. He lowered his tracksuit bottoms and his boxer to grasp his length. Pre cum was spilling from the tip. He hissed at the feeling of the cold hair kissing he’s heated skin.

Natsu: No you won’t, cause you’re being a bad girl and bad girls need to be punished

She answered. With and audio. “Oh God, what if she’s touching herself?” he thought, grunting. He started pumping his shaft faster, imagining Lucy a moaning mess while he’s thrusting into her from behind. Her hair held by his hand, the other firm on her hips. He groaned and listened to the audio.

-Why am I a bad girl, Natsuu?- her voice was airy. She moaned his name and he heard the water moving. So, she was touching herself. A growl escaped his lips, picturing his goddess of a girlfriend touching her slick folds. The water making her wetter and helping her pump her pretty dainty fingers inside her. He had to grip the counter, his cock twitching. He needed to feel her tight pussy around him, clenching him.

-Oh fuck, Lucy- he answered her with a vocal message -you keep doing this little play and I’m gonna tie you and oblige you watch me get off- he groaned at the phone.

She was calling him. Lucy wanted to have sex on the phone with him. They never done it. Yeah, they had sexted a lot, but they never had done that. Lucy had always said she was embarrassed, she’d get flustered and the mood would be ruined. However now she wanted to do it and he was all fired up. Who was him to neglect this thing to her?

He answered the phone. -Lucy- growled him. His grip on the counter making his knuckles turning white. She was panting heavily.

-Natsu- she breathed -you’d want me to watch you touch yourself?- her voice was airy. He grunted her name, tightening the grip on his shaft and slowing his movements.

-You’re not being my good girl Luce. You want to be punished, don’t you?-

She mewled his name. She appeared in his mind. One hand to her breast, pinching her rosy nipples, the other one between her thighs. Two fingers pumping inside her, while her thumb giving quickly strokes to her clit. Her head rested against the bathtub.

-Yes, yes, I want to- her voice was a whisper and Natsu fought to not cum right away.

-You’d want to be fucked senseless Luce?- his finished talking with a grunt. His dick twitching in his hand, he thumbed his tip where pre cum was spilling and he dragged the slick substance along his length.

She moaned again. -Yes Natsu, I want to feel you inside me- she said.

-Well Luce, you gotta wait cause you need to be punished. You know, I said you were a bad girl and you didn’t receive it yet…- he told her chuckling. He was sure she was pouting, a whispered “but Natsu!” escaped her pretty lips.

-You need to be spanked. You pretty ass high while I stay behind you. Your wrists tied with my scarf. Tell me Luce, you’d like that?- his voice low, loaded with lust. Several minutes passed. Lucy moaning loudly. She was a mess just with his words. His hips were thrusting in his hand, imagining it was his girlfriend womanhood.

-Yes, yes, yes! Oh Natsu I’m ngh close…-

-My dirty girl. You’re getting off just with my words. You can’t wait to be punished, Luce? You need it badly, don’t you? Do you want me to make you cum just spanking you, eh? You’ll be so beautiful; with your hips high. You’ll be a mess and after you cum I’m gonna put my dick into you and make you cum again.- he didn’t know why but talking dirty was one of his biggest turn on and he knew it was Lucy’s too.

He heard her cum. That was so hot. He felt something break inside him, pleasure shot through his veins. A low growl resonated in his throat. Her name escaped his lips. He came with three spurts; a white and sticky substance was now visible on the side of the marble kitchen counter.

-I regret not doing this before, it was…- she said out of breath, still recovering from her high.

-Yeah- he said, cringing at the counter and taking some napkins to clean the mess.

-Natsu? What’s wrong? You thought it was weird? We don’t have to do it again, you know…- concern filtered from her voice.

-Luce, no! I liked it! Imaging you, touching yourself and getting off just from my words…that was hot! I just…I came and…uhm…I’m in the kitchen…- he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

-Natsu Dragneel! You came on MY kitchen counter, didn’t you?-

She was angry. Really angry. “And here I thought we could do it again…” he told himself.

#smut #fan fiction #Nalu #fairy tail nalu #nalu fic #nalu fanfic #smut fanfiction #natsu x lucy

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titansandothersrp · 5 years ago

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Cooking Lessons

(This is a compiled roleplay between my Beast Boy muse and the Raven muse of @azarathian . This is a very old roleplay we wrote under different usernames, but I labeled our writing with our current usernames.)

titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Even though he’d matured since he’d joined the Teen Titans, Beast Boy still had the tendency to push things. Things like Raven’s patience. First, a fly to sneak into her room. Then, a snake to sneak up behind her. Aaaand human form so he could talk. (Shout.) “Hey, Rae, guess what!” azarathian (Raven): She’d been buried in the pages of her newest book, eyes hooked to the words as they ran through her head and breathing shallow and light. The next chapter would be a good one - she could tell - and so was almost rushing to reach it. If a small sound that shouldn’t be there swept through her room, she wouldn’t hear it. The titan was engrossed. Nonetheless, all good things must come to an end… “Hey, Rae, guess what!” She had almost fallen right off her bed, and her eyes were wide as she flinched back at the shrill, unexpected voice. Soon enough, though, their cold stare returned. “How did you get in my room?” she sneered, completely disregarding his question. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The green teen cackled and pointed as his fellow titan flailed. “Oh man! You should’a seen your face!” He sighed and calmed down. “Same way I always do. Now, guess what!” azarathian (Raven): She couldn’t tell if he was just pushing her with that answer, or being serious. Whatever the case, she’d be certain to confront it when she wasn’t being probed. If anything, she’d probably be better off just responding and moving the matter along as quickly as possible. Her forehead was flushed with a subdued rage. “What?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Iiiiiiii got to do the shopping today~ That means I get to decide what we eat!” He had a list given to him, but he opted not to use it. “We’re having Vegan Toasted Coconut Cake today~” azarathian (Raven): “Nice,” she deadpanned. She really didn’t care. “And you snook into my room to tell me this… why?” Her voice was still sharp with impatience as her brow twitched a touch. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Because you’re going to help me.” He grinned. “Remember those pan…sludges you made that one time? Clearly you need cooking lessons and I’m here to help!” He jabbed a thumb to his chest proudly. “Yes! I’m going to sacrifice my time to help the less fortunate with my culinary prowess!” He placed the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. azarathian (Raven): Her expression fell from anger to extremely unenthusiastic. She blinked slowly and let a stretched silence hang between them once he’d finished. That alone should’ve answered his offer, but for good measure she chose to voice her disapproval alongside it. “… Yeah, I’ll pass.” Her gaze promptly returned to her book as a message that the conversation was over. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Awww, c’mooooooooon, Rae!” He whined. “It’ll be fun! I know you like fun, even if you pretend you don’t.” azarathian (Raven): With a sigh, she lowered her book back to her lap. He was persistent as ever, of course. “Maybe your ‘fun’ and my ‘fun’ are different?” she suggested, more like a statement. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): His ears drooped as he slumped over, pouting at her. He hoped his alluring animal adorableness would sway her. azarathian (Raven): Her arms folded across her chest and brows lowered in irritation. Was her cooking really that bad that he felt an obligation to teach her? She guessed he did have a point… She knew she couldn’t cook - she wasn’t even going to try to deny that. And perhaps learning a recipe or two might be good for her, but… her book. For the moment, the girl stood her ground “No.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Cue a quivering lower lip and a pathetic whimper. Perhaps he could get her to join out of pity. azarathian (Raven): “Beast Boy,” she snapped, brows knitted together. Her glare practically commanded he give up and leave her back to her reading. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He flinched. Well… so much for that. He sulked out of the room to cook by himself. azarathian (Raven): Once the door slid shut behind him, she relished the peace and quiet that quickly returned to the room. At first, she hadn’t given his disappointment a second thought, merely reaching back for her book and sinking back into her pillows. Her eyes scanned for the place she’d been at before the noisy interruption. Even after a minute, she still couldn’t seem to find it… and began to acknowledge the underlying guilt that lurked in the back of her mind. He was trying to do a nice thing… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, learning to cook something without setting the kitchen alight in fire and smoke. The girl bowed her head and sighed, before heaving herself from bed and making for the kitchen. “What’re we making again?” she said as she entered the Main Ops room to see a dejected Beast Boy rummaging the cupboards. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Baking powder… baking soda… It’d sure be nice if their ingredients were a little more organized. Oh, what was he thinking? He could never keep things organized. His ears perked up at the sound of the monotone voice and he whipped around with a grin. “Rae! We’re making vegan toasted coconut cake!” He pulled one of two chef’s hats off the counter and put it on his head before grabbing the second and excitedly putting it on hers, whether she wanted it there or not. azarathian (Raven): A pair a violet eyes rose to the hat sitting atop her head with an air of disapproval. “I’m already agreeing to cook - you’re pushing it with the hat,” she said, hastily removing it and placing it back on the counter. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He rolled his eyes. “Fiiiiine.” He finished putting the ingredients on the counter and removed his gloves to wash his hands. azarathian (Raven): She literally only ever used the kitchen to pour a cup of tea or clean dishes… The entire situation of hopping right into a full-blown recipe was alien to her. She glanced around her surroundings, clueless of where to begin. “Sooo… What now?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Well, you gotta wash your hands since we’re working with food.” He dried his hands and stepped away from the sink to give Raven access. “I’d take a whole bath so I could use all my animal limbs, but Robin said no one wants to eat food made with monkey feet.” azarathian (Raven): Raven almost cringed at the thought. “Robin would be right,” she internally thanked the masked boy for forbidding such a thing. The girl stepped over to the sink and proceeded to wash her hands before grabbing the nearest kitchen towel and wiping them dry. Okay, well that was easy, but she imagined what was to follow wouldn’t be. She turned back to the green teen and folded her arms, leaning back against the counter and looking to him as if to say ‘go on’. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Lemme check.” He pulled out a piece of paper with instructions he’d written on it and looked it over. “Let’s preheat the oven and measure out the ingredients. Set it to three hundred degrees.” He gestured to the oven as he got out some measuring cups. azarathian (Raven): So, he was giving task number one to her - not sure how great an idea that was, but she figured there was no harm in going along with it. Raven knelt down in front of the oven and sought out the temperature dial. Aaand, it looked like… this one? Well, it was encircled with numbers from 0 to 500 so she assumed it must be right. So she rotated the dial to just after the middle setting and, still kneeling, said “done.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Good. It should beep once it’s heated up.” He measured out some shredded coconut and spread it on a baking sheet. “Now measure one cup of coconut flour and spread it evenly on that baking sheet.” He pointed to another baking sheet. azarathian (Raven): Her eyes moved to the direction he was pointing - okay, sounded easy enough. The magus walked towards the cupboard she knew held all glasses, mugs and cups, but halted in place. He said a cup of coconut flour, right? But there were multiple cups in the cupboard of varying shapes and sizes… “Uhhh, when you say ‘a cup’,” she began, “which cup do you mean?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Oh boy… He had no idea she was this clueless with cooking. “A measuring cup.” He pointed to the plastic measuring cup he’d used for the shredded coconut. “Specifically, one for solids. Measuring cups for solids and measuring cups for liquids are different. Just scoop it up or pour it in and spread any extra off the top so it’s flat.” azarathian (Raven): Okay… now she felt stupid. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all; maybe if it was with someone she knew wouldn’t tease her for it in the long-run. Although, he hadn’t seemed to tease her for it just now. Which was… weird. “Oh,” she breathed, a tad abashed by her mistake. Swiftly moving on, she placed one of the cups upright on the counter and looked to the bag of flour, which instantly glowed black. With her mind, Raven continued to levitate the open flour bag above the cup and pour - however, it seemed she poured with a bit too much force, and when tipped, the flour tumbled out too fast and dusted the entire surface with white. Not only that, but unbeknownst to the girl, a spatter had landed on her cheek as well. She stared wide-eyed at the mess she’d managed to make in the space of a second and slowly turned to her ‘chef’. “…Oops…” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Oops? He turned around to see the counter coated with white. He snickered and walked over to the measuring cup. “Jeez, Rae. I thought I was the messy one.” He held his hand sideways and pushed the pile of coconut flour off the top of the cup. He held up the now adequately full cup. “One cup of coconut flour.” He didn’t seem to care much about the mess. He always made a mess when he cooked. He always cleaned it up afterwards. (After being told a million times by the rest of the team to stop leaving the mess for them.) azarathian (Raven): She let out a groan as she stared at the heap of flour - this stuff really got everywhere. It was twice she’d messed up already and they weren’t even five minutes into the recipe. Whilst Beast Boy rectified the situation as best he could - ignoring the mess, she noticed - Raven slumped, suddenly feeling quite useless. No wonder no one went near whatever food she seldom attempted to make. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this,” she admitted, assuming she’d just be slowing the boy down if she were to stick around. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Do you always give up this quickly?” He set the cup down and shook the flour mess off the baking sheet. A bit redundant, given they’d need to spread some on it in a moment. “No, you don’t.“ He thought about it. “You try hard with a lot of things. And you succeed with a lot of things too. You fought your own fate and saved the world. I think you can make a cake.” azarathian (Raven): She just blinked at him for a moment. Well… he wasn’t wrong. Perhaps she was giving up a tad too quickly. With slightly more determination than she had before, she pressed her lips together and gave a small nod before walking back over to where the recipe lay upon the tabletop. “Okay. You’re right,” she said. “So what’s next?” This time she’d be more careful. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He smiled. “ ‘Course I’m right~” He handed her the cup and gestured to the baking sheet. “Pour the flour on the sheet and try to get it evenly all over it.” azarathian (Raven): She guessed the kitchen was the one place she couldn’t act superior, however it didn’t stop her from rolling her eyes at his cockiness. With a hesitant hand she took the cup and turned back to the baking sheet placed before her. Then, opting to use her hand over her powers this time, she cautiously tipped the cup the slightest inch so a few flakes of flour fell lightly to the sheet. The girl took her time and remained aware of her force throughout. After a minute, she seemed to have sprinkled a decent amount of flour, though still a bit messier than she could’ve done. “That okay?” she asked, looking to him for acceptance. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He looked over at the sheet. “Looks good.” Not perfect, but he kept that to himself. No need to discourage her. The oven beeped. “Oh! Perfect! We can put them in the oven now. We’re just toasting the coconut stuff first before we move on to the other stuff.” azarathian (Raven): An internal sigh of relief. She’d done it right - and not made too much of a mess this time (although she was still aware of the powdery pile she’d left sitting on the other end of the counter from earlier). Once the oven beeped and Beast Boy relayed the next step, she murmured an “okay” and went to pick up one of the two trays. Putting a tray in the oven was something she could do flawlessly. “That’s one in,” she said, bending a touch with her hands on her knees to glance inside the oven. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He took the other sheet and did the same. “And that’s two. Now let’s set the timer for twenty minutes.” azarathian (Raven): “Mhmm.” She took a step back for him to take care of that himself, a small smile playing upon her lips. Feeling able to take a bit of action herself, Raven stepped around her teammate and placed her finger upon the recipe sheet to examine what was to follow in the process. “Okay,” she began, “Says now we prepare two cake tins while they’re in the oven - so we need vegetable oil.” She turned to him, finger still upon the paper. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He set the timer, turned to her, nodded, and got the vegetable oil out. He gestured to the oil with his hand. “Despite my efforts, I can’t find any vegetable cars to put this in,” he joked. azarathian (Raven): Almost instantly her smile fell as she crossed her arms and raised a lone brow. “Really?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Aw, c’mon. Not all my jokes can be gems. It’s like the time I tried to enter that joke contest. I came up with ten plays on words that I hoped would qualify, but no pun in ten did!” azarathian (Raven): Another insufferable sigh crawled its way up her throat, begging to be released, but something else left the heroine’s lips instead - “I thought you were meant to be cooking, not burning,” she returned, a trace of triumph lacing her tone titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I’m always burning hot~” He grinned and ‘finger gunned’ her. azarathian (Raven): Now she didn’t even bother, opting to merely stare right through him and blink three times slowly, allowing his own realization of how stupid he sounded to consume him without breathing a word. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He scoffed. “You’re gonna have to do better if you wanna win a joke-off against me. My whole life is a joke!” He joked while also making a jab at himself. azarathian (Raven): “Oh no, well there’s my life’s goal destroyed,” she deadpanned. Her arms dropped back to her sides as she walked over to the tins perched upon the counter and snatched the vegetable oil off the jokester on her way. She grabbed one tin and slid the other over to him. “Now, if you don’t mind moving this along?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He sighed and quietly completed the next task. Why was making her smile so difficult? He knew she could. When they first started their team, he remembered how she’d told him he was funny and she’d even smiled. While he loved the boost to his ego, seeing a girl like her smile made his day. She always acted so melancholy. Making her smile was nothing short of a victory to him. He was able to make her smile by just being himself, so why wasn’t it working now? Though thinking wasn’t his strong suit, he found himself lost in thought, mindlessly going through the movements of making the cake without consulting Raven. azarathian (Raven): Odd… she’d been at least expecting a whine or a pout or something. He just went along with it - just did what she asked without argument. It was very unlike the Beast Boy she knew, but then again, she did have a tendency to shoot him down and bring a cease to his fun, whether it be pun-making or just initiating banter with her. Perhaps he just didn’t want an argument, she thought, though she really wouldn’t have minded him carrying on - it was just an unspoken game they played. It was just the way they were. But he was meant to retaliate right back. Clearly not this time. Feeling a faint pang of guilt, her brows creased towards her forehead a touch. But she was quickly back to her unreadable visage once more as she began drizzling the cake tin with the oil. She observed it, hoping she hadn’t put in too much or too little, before returning her attention to the boy beside her. “Kay chef, next?” she said to him, a newfound playfulness in the nickname. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): It took a moment for the fact she said anything to register. “Huh? Oh… uh… I just dusted one with flour. Now we do the other.” The fact he’d been called ‘chef’ hadn’t really clicked yet. azarathian (Raven): A small nod in his direction and she followed his lead, mimicking the same step and dusting the flour over the cake tin’s interior. Things were seeming to run a bit smoother now… “So that’s two tins prepped. Now we gotta actually make the thing.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Yeah.” He checked the recipe. “Whisk together the almond milk, flax meal, and apple cider vinegar. You’ll notice I’m not using soy milk.” He grinned. “I learned you guys don’t like soy. Or at least, soy that pretends to be other stuff.” He realized she may not know what a whisk is, so he picked it up himself. “This is a whisk. Whisking is kinda like stirring, but it makes stuff, like, airy? And fluffy? Kinda hard to describe.” azarathian (Raven): These were seeming to be all ingredients she’d never used, or even heard of before. What on earth was flax meal? And honestly, she wouldn’t have noticed he wasn’t using soy milk without him alerting her to it, but having learnt his reason, she did appreciate it. Hopefully by the time they were finished, the cake would be edible enough for everyone to enjoy, and not burnt to a crisp due to her incompetency in the kitchen. Though Raven was unfamiliar with some of the ingredients, she definitely knew what a whisk was - so when Beast Boy described the tool to her, she felt like he was completely mocking her. “Yeah, I know that, genius,” she muttered, taking it from him. To be fair, he had every reason to assume she wouldn’t know, but that fact never crossed the girl’s mind. It wasn’t often she found herself in a position where she was being taught, and she perhaps could’ve been taking it better than she was in terms of pride. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He sneered a bit at her. Heaven forbid he tried to help. “That’s good, Miss What-cup-do-I-use. I’m guessing you also know exactly how to whisk and how to pour the almond milk out of the measuring cup without it dribbling down the side.” He’d had that issue himself in the past. He put the flax meal and apple cider vinegar into a bowl before measuring out some almond milk and handing it to her. “Pour this in the bowl.” azarathian (Raven): She inwardly cringed at the reminder of her earlier blunder, but only revealed her humility with a scrunch of her nose and purse of her lips. As he spoke, she crossed her arms and leant her weight to one hip - let him have his moment. “Fine,” she said blankly, taking the measuring cup from him. Did he really think she couldn’t pour some milk into a bowl? To prove her point, Raven proceeded to do so flawlessly. She then reached to her side for the whisk and gripped it tightly as she placed it downwards into the mixture. With a forceful hand - too forceful - she whizzed it around the center of the bowl at rapid speed. Perhaps it was just her luck, or perhaps it was the fact she did not know to initially stir the ingredients together slowly before whisking at a gradually faster speed, but the liquid in the bowl spattered out everywhere - mainly upon the upper half of Raven herself and the face of an unsuspecting Beast Boy a foot away from her. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Huh. Guess she knew more about cooking than he thought… Or not. The changeling wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his uniform before looking over at Raven. She was covered in the mix. He could have made a snarky remark… if he wasn’t so busy laughing. azarathian (Raven): She honestly didn’t know what it was about her culinary skills that were so lacking. The girl had never really been taught by anybody, and though she knew the basics, it always seemed to be the specifics lacing a recipe that caught her out - like whisking too hard and losing half the mixture to the floor, in this case. Instantly, that shrill cackle hit her, and she turned to see her green friend as littered in cake mix as herself. The sight was ridiculous - how could she have made such a wreck of the kitchen in such a small space of time?! To her surprise, the changeling’s laugh elicited a soft one of her own, and her hand rose to her lips in attempt to stifle it. “Okay,” she smiled lightly. “So maybe you’ve got your work cut out for you.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He cackled. “Usually, when I hear that, it’s directed at someone else.” He grabbed some paper towels for himself before handing her some. “You should’ve seen what happened when Negative Man tried to teach me to make his homemade veggie burgers,” he spoke as he wiped his face. azarathian (Raven): Her giggles simmered as she took the paper towels from him. “Can’t imagine it was as bad as this,” she admitted, smirk still present as she dabbed at her face. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He chuckled. “Ever see what happens when you use a food processor without a lid?” azarathian (Raven): “Ah…” Raven could only imagine the disaster that must’ve unfolded, and in sharing such a thing with her, she felt perhaps slightly better about her own incompetency in their venture thus far. Lowering her hand from her face, she glanced at the boy in front of her, and noticed he’d completely missed a giant patch of mixture still clinging to his cheek. “Um, you got… a bit…” she motioned towards her own cheek in the same spot, subduing another smirk. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He blinked. “What?” He wiped at the wrong side of his face. “Did I get it?” azarathian (Raven): “Um…” It was almost charming how utterly hopeless he could be at times. Having completely avoided the spot she’s pointed towards, she couldn’t help but relish in the sight of a still spattered Beast Boy, completely oblivious. “Yeah,” she lied, resisting the smile tugging at her lips. At least now she wasn’t the only one looking like an idiot. “So, back to this then,” she said with amusement, looking at the messy bowl she’d placed back down on the counter. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Right.” He nodded and looked to the bowl. “We’re gonna need more stuff for the mix…” He measured out more ingredients, completely oblivious. “Maybe I should do the whisking this time.” azarathian (Raven): “That’s probably a good idea…” Maybe having watched him do it himself she’d get the hang of it for next time. If there was going to be a next time, that was. She mused on the thought for a second; she honestly wasn’t disliking the experience as much as she thought she would. She supposed having a companion who could also oversee and correct her errors helped. He was almost, in a sense, building her confidence. “Is there anything I can do in the meantime?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He proceeded to whisk the mixture. His ears perked a bit at the question. She wanted to help now? Yes! He couldn’t help the grin spreading on his face. “Yeah!” He looked over at the recipe. “Maybe you can start making the coconut vegan butter for the frosting while I do the whisking?” azarathian (Raven): “And, how do I start that?” she queried, knowing he had the recipe right in front of him. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He read off the instructions and ingredients. “You know teaspoons aren’t spoons for tea, right?” He decided to ask before explaining this time. azarathian (Raven): She was back to rolling her eyes, though this time in a more light-hearted manner. The magus picked out a teaspoon from one of the kitchen draws and, ignoring his comment, turned back to him. “What else do I need?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “A fork and a small bowl to mix it in.” He proceeded to work on the actual cake mix. Being more accustomed to cooking, he could multi-task a bit. Cue the small talk. “Did you hear the Grim Reaper originally wanted to be a comedian? He misunderstood what people meant when they said he needed to work on his execution.” azarathian (Raven): She continued on with her task for the recipe, this time taking more care and using a gentler hand when it came to mixing. “You and him have that in common,” she drawled before eyeing his reaction. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “You mean we both knock ‘em dead?” He grinned. azarathian (Raven): “Would take an early grave over listening to more of your jokes,” she smirked right back. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Well, being a ghost is the in thing right now. Such spirit!” azarathian (Raven): “Now you’re just desperate,” she watched him through bored eyes. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He just shrugged and resumed mixing. azarathian (Raven): She followed suit and continued to mix as well, this time slightly surprised by the fact she was keeping it all in the bowl. A gentle hand was the trick, she was beginning to learn. Azar knows where she got the notion that aggressive handling of ingredients was the way forward. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): They finally managed to get everything prepared and the cake was in the oven. The kitchen was a mess, but, nothing was on fire or electrocuted, so Beast Boy considered it a success. “Okay. We got about half an hour while it bakes.” He took of his chef hat and placed his gloves back on before flopping on the couch. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” azarathian (Raven): If Beast Boy considered it a success, Raven considered it a miracle. Albeit, the cake wasn’t out the oven and completely finished yet, but with her friend’s guidance, she had managed to get through almost the entire recipe without screwing up too badly. And perhaps, with some luck, the cake would be edible by the time it came out. “Speak for yourself,” she sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to him. A stray hair fell in her face and she looked as if she’d run a marathon. “Thanks, though,” she said softly, feeling a small accomplishment within. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “No prob. So, same time next week?” He half joked. azarathian (Raven): “… We’ll see,” she joked back, unsure of whether she actually meant it or not. She had enjoyed the experience a lot more than she thought she would, and had learnt a few useful cooking tricks for the future as well, so she couldn’t really berate the idea of possibly doing it again. And who knew, perhaps this time the results of her efforts wouldn’t turn out to be burnt and bubbling sludge. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Alright.” He flopped his arm over and felt around. “Where’s the remooote?” He whined. azarathian (Raven): “Just get up and turn it on,” she stated, leaning back into the couch cushions. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I thought I was the one who made unfunny jokes around here.” azarathian (Raven): “Can’t argue with that,” she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, before standing and walking across to the TV herself. She knew he wasn’t going to do it. Once the TV turned on, she realized she had dominance over what they watched, considering he was too lazy to get up and select the channel himself. So she decided upon something that caught her fancy - a documentary on Lord Byron - then promptly slumped back down to the comfort of the couch. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The documentary served as white noise, quickly putting the changeling to sleep. He was soon snoring slightly and drooling a bit. azarathian (Raven): Within the first five minutes Raven was hooked on the program. She figured Beast Boy had been too exhausted to even attempt to argue over what they were going to watch. She crossed one leg over the other and indulged in the period of rest they were getting after such a draining session of baking. At least when the oven went off they’d have a (hopefully) tasty reward for their hard work. After fifteen minutes, above the voice of the documentary’s narrator, Raven heard a deep, heavy breathing to her right. Prying her eyes from the television screen, they shifted to glimpse the boy beside her, who was now deep in a well-deserved slumber. A bemused smile crawled upon Raven’s face as she watched his chest lift and fall, then, careful not to disturb him, she stood from the couch and made her way back to the kitchen. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The recent events influenced the shapeshifter’s dreams. He dreamed that he was on a cooking show and Raven was his assistant. He was able to cook perfectly, but Raven was a bit of a klutz and had a tendency to make mistakes. Whenever she did, he would make a joke and the audience would laugh. The dream took a strange(r) turn when Raven started crying at being laughed at. He paused the show to make jokes about himself for the audience to laugh at instead. He then gave Raven a hug to let her know everything was alright. “Don’t cry. It’s okay…” He slurred in his sleep. azarathian (Raven): Arriving back in the kitchen, the magus paced towards the recipe sheet sitting on the counter. She looked down and placed a lone finger back to the step they were up to. Twenty minutes had gone by now, and so only another ten remained before the cake should be able to come out of the oven. With a newfound confidence, Raven knelt down to peer inside the glass window of the oven. The cake was rising and looked like it was keeping its shape - a good sign. Perhaps this would be the first thing she’d make which was not only edible, but tasty. Still, she didn’t want to get her hopes up yet. She leaned against the kitchen counter for the following ten minutes, waiting patiently for the time to be up and watching the TV screen from a distance whilst she did. The sound was quieter from this far away, but she felt the need to be close to the oven to check on the cake every minute or two, just in case. And every minute or two, her eyes also drifted for a moment to the back of the sleeping boy’s head. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): If he were awake, Beast Boy would be proud. Now, however, he was dreaming another dream. Now, he was back with his parents, his biological parents. He was a child again, but still had his powers and was still called Beast Boy. His parents called him over to meet his new sister. It was Raven, looking like the little girl she was when Trigon had taken over. He didn’t question why she was a few years old, yet somehow just born. It was a dream, after all. “Hi! I’m Beast Boy! What’s your name?” He smiled at the girl. The girl stayed quiet, not saying anything. He cocked his head before taking her hand and running towards a tree. “C’mon! Let’s have fun!” azarathian (Raven): The oven dinged. With haste, she knelt down before it again and peered inside through the window. “Please don’t be burnt,” she muttered to no one in particular, turning the heat off and reaching for an oven mitt. With anticipation, she lowered the oven door, and was greeted with what looked to be a perfectly risen, golden brown cake. She exhaled a sigh of relief before pulling out the oven tray and placing it down on a heat-proof surface. Now it had to cool, before being frosted. Feeling a sense of triumph, Raven walked back to the sofa to continue watching her program whilst the cake waited in the kitchen and cooled. On her way round the couch, she spotted that same cake-spatter the boy had missed on his cheek earlier. Pausing for a moment, she eyed it, and watched him overcome by sleep. She wasn’t sure why, but stealthily, Raven leant down to his level and used the edge of her hand to swipe the patch away. She smiled to herself. He hadn’t awoken, hadn’t even flinched. For the next hour, she would sit back in front of the TV and get lost in another documentary while her teammate slept. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The green teen continued to dream, climbing a tree with his new little sister. He was eventually able to get her name, Raven. “Raven, huh?… That’s cool… I can turn into a raven…” He mumbled in his sleep. In his dream, he proceeded to morph into a raven and perch on her shoulder, getting a giggle out of her. He smiled as he slept. “You think that’s funny?… I’ve got some jokes…” He murmured before he resumed snoring. A little while later, he woke up. He sat up on the couch and stretched with a yawn. Scratching his head, he looked to where Raven had been. “Man, I just had the weirdest- Where’d ya go?” azarathian (Raven): The hour passed quickly. Probably because she was really enjoying the show she was watching, not to mention relishing the much-needed relaxation time. The boy beside her was still lost in dream-land, and just as she stood to return to the cake, he seemed to mumble something in his sleep. She almost snorted. What on earth was he dreaming about? Clearly she was in it - unless he knew someone else by her name (very unlikely). The empath chose not to intrude upon his doze and whatever he subconsciously spouted any longer, opting to make herself useful and wander back to the kitchen where their cake awaited. She referred back to the recipe sheet. Of course, the cake needed to be frosted… Something she’d never tried before, let alone on her own. Still, it wasn’t going to decorate itself, and perhaps if she could create something that smelled this tempting, she could make it look just as much so. With difficulty, she tried earnestly to do her best at frosting the cake. Her hand slipped here and there, and the finish was slightly messy, but she did it. “Where’d ya go?” she heard from across the room. “Come here,” she returned, looking down at her ‘masterpiece’. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Mmkay.” He stood up and headed for the kitchen, assuming she needed help. “Did the oven go off yet?” His eyes widened when he saw the completed cake. “Dude! You did that by yourself?! How?! I mean… I knew you could do it!” He grinned widely and gave a thumbs up. azarathian (Raven): Appreciating the appraisal, she nodded and admired her efforts. “Yeah, somehow…” she said, smiling. “Wasn’t too hard, but it’s nothing fancy. Didn’t wanna push my luck.” After all, she seemed to have spent all her luck having produced a cake that looked as good as the one before her did. “You were asleep, so.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “It looks good! Asleep… That reminds me; I had the weirdest dreams! You were in ‘em. We had our own cooking show and I was really funny and stuff! And in the other one, we were, like, siblings? You were my younger sister somehow and we were running around being kids,” he laughed. azarathian (Raven): Leaning one hand against the tabletop, the magus turned to him. “Wow, you funny? Must’ve been a crazy dream,” she smirked. “Weird imagination you got there.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Oh, c’mon, Rae. I’ve made you laugh before.” azarathian (Raven): “Uh huh,” she muttered vaguely, choosing to swiftly change the subject and draw their attention back to the cake. “So, want to try it?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The subject change worked. “Well, it’s not gonna try itself!” He scampered off to get a cake spatula and returned, holding it up with a big grin. azarathian (Raven): Almost nervously, she slid the cake over to him. All that work would be for nothing if it tasted awful. “Okay, but I’m not taking responsibility if you’re poisoned.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He paled a little. “Did you put something in there that wasn’t part of the recipe?” azarathian (Raven): “No,” her eyes rolled. “But this is something I’ve made, don’t forget.” Consuming something Raven had made in itself was a frightening concept, from past experience. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Something we made.” He clarified as he cut two slices. azarathian (Raven): He was right, to be fair. Still, she was apprehensive. What if it tasted awful? Only one way to find out… “After you,” she insisted, hesitant to take the first bite. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Gee, thanks.” He got out a fork and took a bite. It looked good, it smelled good, and judging from the look on his face, it tasted good. azarathian (Raven): There was a pause. “Well? Is it safe?” she half-joked, eyeing his reaction and awaiting an answer before trying her own slice. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He thought for a moment before holding his slice away from her. “No. I better eat it all to keep you safe.” azarathian (Raven): Raven scoffed, clearly unconvinced. “I couldn’t let you do that,” she replied, before taking her slice in hand. “Gonna risk it…” To her surprise, it tasted good. Really good. She was shocked, to say the least, but mostly relieved and somewhat proud. “Wow. We didn’t die,” she joked. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He snickered, munching happily on the cake. “Or maybe we did and we’re in Heaven.” azarathian (Raven): Taking another bite, she relished the taste and reminded herself of why something she’d worked on could turn out as successful as their cake had. It was thanks to his help. “Well, I’d say we did well, chef,” she remarked, offering him once more the satisfaction of being her superior. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Beast Boy gasped. “Raven’s smiling and being nice to me! I am in Heaven! “ azarathian (Raven): Her blithe expression fell to one lacking all amusement. Brows flat against her eyes, she levitated a rogue spoon in black behind the other’s head and promptly flung it at his temple - light enough so it wouldn’t hurt him, but hard enough so it’d quell his smugness. “Don’t push it,” she warned, her signature drone returning, as she walked back over to the couch with her slice and plate in hand. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Ow!” He yelped mostly out of surprise before rubbing his head. He sighed. “Well, that didn’t last long. Guess someone brought me back.” He sat down as well to eat his cake. azarathian (Raven): Well, someone had to keep him from getting too cocky. Raven took another bite before a thought occurred to her. “We should probably tell the others that we’ve made cake for them,” she said. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “They back yet? Robin and Star went on a date or something and Cyborg went to some all you can eat thing that didn’t know about him yet.” azarathian (Raven): “Oh, then maybe not,” she returned, somewhat disappointed, though she didn’t show it. The sooner her teammates got to realize what she was capable of making in the right hands, the better. And truth be told, she was very proud of her first success. “We’ll catch them later.” Raven nestled back into the sofa as she had before, observing whatever new show had come onto the channel that had been playing in the background whilst they’d been eating their first bites of cake. Secrets of Italy’s Ancient Ruins - nice. Feeling more content than she had in quite some time, the girl indulged in the treat on her plate and the documentary on the TV screen before her. There was one thing the two had forgotten, though… Behind them, the kitchen was coated in spilled ingredients, floury heaps and dirty dishes. Oh well. They’d see to it after the show was over. [ FIN~ ]

#RP: Cooking Lessons #roleplay #TAOMuse: Beast Boy #compiled roleplay #completed roleplay #azarathian

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thesweetcrunch · 6 years ago

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[This is my first time writing an OT3, so I'm sorry if it is not that good! However, I put all my heart into this, which is part of the reason why it had been delayed so so long!... I originally was aiming for a little scenario with 500 words... but now its 1.5k words since I got into it too much] KuroSakuMahi Cooking Summary: As Mahiru left to buy groceries, Sakuya decides to cook something for him with Kuro. This goes wrong as the food began to get overcooked, resulting in a big mess...

“It's time to buy some groceries again,“ Mahiru announced “does anyone want to come with me?“ His eyes glanced over to Kuro and Sakuya, who were currently sitting on the couch. Without glancing up from his phone, the servamp mumbled out a “Nah, I'll pass.“, followed by the other vampire answering with a “I don't feel like going today, sorry Mahi.“ The brunette nodded, having expected their reactions. “Alright, I'll be back soon!“ As the keys were picked up, the sound of the keychains clanking together filled the apartment, shortly before the thud of a closing door. Then, the usual silence fell onto the two remaining males, with only the low noise of the TV and occasional beeps from a game disturbing it. Bored, the shorter one's eyes dart around the room, bouncing his leg slightly as he tried to come up with something to keep himself occupied with, something that'd be more interesting than the show. He finally broke the silence “Hey, Kuro“. The blue haired vampire lets out a short “Mrrp?“ “We should cook something“ Red eyes look up from the phone. “...Why?“ “Oh-“ The subclass gestured. “Usually, Mahi cooks, so wouldn't it be great to surprise him for once?“ Without skipping a beat he replied “Yeah, you do that... I'm busy.”, then returning to his phone, only to have it ripped out of his hands by the excited green haired boy. “It'll be fun~“ The two look at each other for a moment. “Don't you want to see him smile when he comes home when food is already on the table~?“ Sakuya asked. This finally got the lazy boy to rethink. “...Fine,“ he sighed, slowly raising himself off the couch, “What are we making?“ “Hmm...“ he put his hand to his chin “... We should check the fridge to see what's left...“ His hand grabbed the servamp's hand, dragging him into the kitchen in a fast pace. He then opened said fridge, peering inside, as well as the tired vampire next to him, who soon spoke up “Might be enough for hamburger steak...“ A quiet gasp left the Sakuya's lips “Oh, that's perfect! Surprising him with his favorite food... he's going to be so happy!“ he smiled to himself. “Then, let's get started!“ They both set up everything, putting all the tools they'll need on the kitchen counter as well as the ingredients, washing their hands before doing so. “Sooo...“ the blue haired vampire dragged out his words “What will I be doing? I never really cooked...“ The subclass blinked at him, pausing for a moment, before saying “You can turn them once they're in the pan, I'll take care of the rest“ He was met with a short “Okay“ before Kuro grabbed his phone, playing on it idly as he was waiting on his cooking partner to finish up his part. After a short while, the green haired boy was done, quickly announcing that and putting the first batch into the pan before working on making more. However, the Servamp was far too gone into his game, not really paying attention to what is to soon be burned on the stove. It was just when the burnt smell arose that the boys realized what is happening. A hand reaches for the patties inside, grabbing one only to drop it because of the heat, the hand being pulled away along with the whole pan off, both of them jumping back as it hits the floor with everything it contained, staining the area around it with the oil and fallen apart patties. They stared at the mess, then at each other, until finally the taller one spoke up with guilt striking his face “... Sorry... about that“ With that, he backed away a bit. “Is... your hand okay?“ His counterpart breathed in air sharply, just then realising how it stung and looking at the burn, which luckily was a minor one “Yeah, it should be fine, I'll run it under cold water... Can you grab the cleaning supplies?“ Turning around, the servamp gave a nod, walking towards the cupboard with said supplies. A door creaks open, followed by keys jingling as they are put down onto the table again and a familiar voice calls out “Hey guys, I'm home!“ Footsteps approach the kitchen, following the noise of running water. Both vampires freeze up and look towards the entrance, where Mahiru now stood looking into the kitchen. A moment of silence follows, until he spoke up “Hey, what happened?“ They look at each other, then back at the brunette, with a look of guilt. “We... thought we'd cook for you... but it went down hill...“ the subclass admitted, the other nodded. “You were trying to cook for me?“ A sweet smile spread across the human's face. “That's so sweet of you!“ He then added “Maybe I could help?“ “Er-“ They were both taken aback a bit, not expecting such a bright reaction. “...You helping out wasn't really... part of the plan.“ The green haired vampire rubbed his neck “But I guess the surprise is blown anyways...? So, uh, sure, it'd be nice cooking with you...“ Mahiru scanned over the kitchen. “We should probably clean first... Kuro had the supplies already, didn't he?“ They turned around to find said boy sneaking out of the kitchen leaving the supplies behind. He looked back at them slowly and spoke. “I probably shouldn't help anyways... I'd be in the way.” The Servamp explained in a low tone. The brunette blinked at him before giving him a reassuring smile. “You wouldn't... now come back here, it really would be nice to do all of this together.” As soon as he came back, Mahiru helped the two of them clean up before going back to cooking. He briefly looked over everything done already, smiling a bit more “This is hamburger steak, right?“ Both vampires nodded, taking in the beautiful smile shining on Mahiru's face. “I see we'd still need something to go with it. How about we grate some raddishes? I happened to buy some.“ Sakuya's hand briefly shot up “Oh! Can I do that?“ “Of course!- Wait, is that a burn on your hand?“ He reached to take the injured finger gently, inspecting it. “It's nothing bad, really!“ The subclass protested to no avail as the brunette promptly pulled a small band-aid box out of one of the cupboards. “I'd still like to put a band-aid on it... you might bump into it, only hurting your finger more.“ He once again reached for the finger, carefully wrapping it around the vampire's finger. As soon as he was done, he started. “Well now that that has been taken care of, Kuro,“ The brunette gestured over to the already formed patties of hamburger steak. “We'll be in charge of cooking them in the pan.“ As his eyes looked over to the servamp, he nodded slightly, scooting closer to the pan and looking at it with an uncertain expression. In just a moment, new patties sizzled away in the pan, watched by the two currently in charge of them as the green-haired boy next to them washed the radishes and finally grating them. A wonderful smell spread across the kitchen once more as the patties slowly gained their color. The human spoke up again after a little more time of watching the pan. “We should turn them now.“ He said as he grabbed the spatula and handing it to Kuro, who hesitated before trying to turn the patties. However, in the process a scratching sound uncomfortable enough to make the handler cringe is made. “Ah-“ Mahiru put his hand over the vampire's. “You shouldn't apply that much pressure on it... the patty will lift off the pan easily.“ The brunette instructed while leading his hand, gently flipping the patties one by one like this “See?“ Looking at the blue haired boy, who was now even closer to him, he gave a gentle smile. “...Okay, thanks Mahiru.“ A slight blush spread across his cheeks, a spark in his eyes with nothing else really telling how he felt about being taught like this... For the rest of the patties, Kuro was left with the responsibility of flipping them. This time around, he paid attention to those instead of his phone, so they turned out well. Maybe a tiny bit burnt here and there, but overall good. Soon, the three of them set up the table with food and sat down. Just before taking the first bite as the two vampires glaced over to him with anticipation, Mahiru spoke in a happy tone “It was so sweet of you to make me food,“ The teen disregarded the part where he helped completely, taking a bite before continuing on “And it taste’s good, too!” __________________________________________________ @mahi-does-some-art

#servamp #anime #manga #my writing #fanfiction #kurosakumahi

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voidwaren · 6 years ago

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Steve/Billy

I’m digging around for my old works so I can take something out of hiatus, and I located my ST prompt doc that is for this specific ask, sooo…

this is a snippet from the story I’m writing for this prompt, which I got FOREVER AGO I’M SO SORRY ANON. once I write the whole thing, I’ll make a whole new post for it, but lord knows when that’ll be.

one day I will totally finish this! it’s just getting really long and I’m the actual worst at figuring out how to end things. (also, I have no idea how to write Harringrove.) for now, here’s this:

Steve pushes covers he doesn’t recognize from his legs and scrapes his hair, stiff and wild with old hairspray, out of his face. His eyes roam the room, but he doesn’t recognize it at all. He doesn’t remember coming here, doesn’t remember lying down or falling asleep. Steve has no idea where he is.

Knowing what had come in the recent past, Steve tries his best not to panic.

The upside-down was closed now. Hopper’s weird kid, El, had closed it for good. There’s no way there was any involvement there.

Besides, even if it weren’t closed, for what reason besides a night of partying too hard would he wake up somewhere unknown with no memory of how he got there?

Yeah, it wouldn’t make sense. Something else must have happened, whatever it was. And that’s what Steve tells himself as he sits up.

A groan from his right pulls him back, and he dangers a cautious glance to where the noise had come from. To his great surprise, Max’s brother, that asshole Billy Hargrove, is on the floor on the opposite side of the bed, his arm curled around a girl Steve knows to be a few years younger than the both of them. Her shirt is missing, and she’s passed out cold, drooling into the carpet. Billy, however, no longer is, and Steve has lost his chance to escape the room unnoticed without even realizing it had been there in the first place.

“Harrington?” Billy’s voice scrapes out of his throat audibly, his eyes squinted from beneath blond hair stuck to his cheek by either dried beer, drool, or vomit. Steve didn’t want to know which. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Question of the hour,” Steve replies drily, surprised to note his voice sounds just as rough. “Where are we?” Steve pulls at his shirt, which is stiff and dry, and wills himself not to sniff it to find out—augh, nope, too late. That’s not a good smell. Fuck, ew. Why did he do that?

Billy chokes on a gritty laugh. “Puked yourself?”

“Sweat and vodka, I think,” Steve mumbles, peeling the shirt off. He didn’t need it, and he didn’t want it, so he’d make do without.

He hears Billy struggle to his feet, the bed moving with his weight as he uses it for support. “Where the hell are we?” Billy asks.

“I just asked you that. You don’t know where we are?”

“Bitch, I’m the new kid in this neighborhood, I have an excuse to not know where the hell I end up. Why don’t you know where we are, Your Majesty?”

That’s a good point, Steve really should be better acquainted with the town’s haunts with how small it is and how in he is on the usual party scene, but Steve isn’t about to tell Billy that. He stands up instead, abandoning his shirt by his feet, and turns to face Billy. Billy looks down at the girl, still sound asleep on the floor, then hisses something soft under his breath that Steve doesn’t catch.

“What?” Steve asks him.

Billy’s eyes dart up and narrow. “None of your business, fucknuts. Where are we?”

“I don’t know,” Steve replies, looking around the room again. “I’ve never been in this bedroom before. Maybe it’s hers?” Steve nods his head in the girl’s direction. She doesn’t stir.

“I don’t know who she is.”

Steve wants to be surprised, but … no. No, he doesn’t. Billy’s a piece of shit, and, really, this is to be expected. Sleeping with a girl without knowing her name? Were all Californians such scumbags?

“Great,” Steve spits, throwing his hands up. “Just great.”

“Where are you going?” Billy challenges Steve when he starts walking from the room without another word. Steve can hear him maneuver badly around the bed, knocking some part of his body on the metal frame hard enough for a ping to hit the air and a curse to follow. Steve ignores it in favor of looking for a phone, and pads slowly down the unknown hallway until he hits a staircase.

No one else seems to be in the house, but Steve keeps his eyes roaming around as he descends the stairs. They open into a modest living room with a loveseat and a TV perched on a coffee table—normal enough for a house in Hawkins. What’s strange to Steve, however, is the pristine condition of the living room. No booze bottles, no food or broken objects—no evidence of a party whatsoever.

A hot crawling feeling starts up Steve’s neck with each step he takes closer to the end of the stairwell, growing from a pit of dread that nestled itself in his stomach. Everything looks normal enough, sure, but Steve knows from experience that things were rarely what they seemed, and that never meant anything good.

A clean house after a party supposedly so hard that Steve doesn’t even remember it? Alarm bells were screeching in his head, and it wasn’t just the massive hangover.

Steve stops at the base of the stairs and frowns, his cotton-filled mind churning around. He doesn’t get very far into the living room, though, before a muffled thumping echoes from directly behind him and distracts him completely. Too busy holding his throbbing head, he doesn’t find the time to move out of the way of the stairs before Billy barrels both into the scene and into Steve’s back. Steve doesn’t even have time to yelp before his feet are slipping and the ground calls him to visit.

“Whoa,” Billy says under his breath, and Steve feels a hot hand wrap around his bicep and right him before he could meet a carpety grave. He sways a little, but he doesn’t start to fall again, and Billy removes his hand. “The fuck did I tell you about planting your feet, Harrington? You ever listen to people who actually know what they’re talking about?”

“Only when they don’t sound like hot air from an ass,” Steve mumbles back, stumbling away from Billy. God, his head was going to explode.

Billy must hear the retort, because he snorts, but when Steve looks over at him after creating distance, Billy’s looking around the living room with a distinct unnerved feeling. His eyes flash back to Steve’s.

“You feelin’ what I’m feelin’?” Billy asks quietly, and Steve blinks back in surprise.

“You can feel that?” So it wasn’t just Steve’s hangover that made this place feel wrong. But, if it wasn’t, and Billy felt it too … what was it?

Billy looks away again, crossing his arms along his bare chest. “Somethin’ ain’t right.”

“The girl,” Steve says suddenly, remembering the girl sleeping on the floor with Billy. When Billy only looks at him with his eyebrows raised, Steve gestures upwards with both his hands. “The girl? The one you woke up with? This is probably her house.”

Billy nods in comprehension, then, without a word, turns and takes the steps two at a time in his ascent.

“I’ll look for a phone,” Steve calls, wincing when it makes his head throb. He doesn’t get a response. And, even though he searches the whole pristine living room and then the kitchen adjoined to it farther along, he doesn’t find a single phone hanging on the wall or sitting on a counter. It unnerves him far more than he wants it to.

“Hey, King Harrington,” Billy’s voice calls from upstairs, directing Steve’s attention away from a cabinet he’d started going through in one last desperate ditch effort to find something. “Get your pretty ass up here a sec.”

Steve glowers to himself, but complies and locates the stairs again to climb, a sarcastic reply at the ready for when he found Billy again. When he reaches the room he’d come from, though, he finds Billy standing by the bed looking spooked. Immediately, Steve’s heart drops, taking the sarcasm with it.

“What?” Steve asks, trying to keep calm. “What’s wrong? Is she dead?”

“Sure as hell hope not,” Billy replies. His eyes dart around the room, effectively scaring the shit out of Steve. If he was faking, he was a damn good actor. “She’s not here, Harrington,” Billy clarifies when Steve only stands there looking at him.

Steve shakes his head once in confused surprise. “Okay, so check the other rooms?”

“I did,” Billy pushes, in a “duh, idiot” sort of way. “Did you see her go downstairs?”

“I wasn’t near the staircase, I was looking for a phone.”

“Did you hear her?”

“No. No, I didn’t hear anything.”

Billy looks at Steve for a long moment—long enough that Steve starts to open his mouth to say something and get him to stop. But Billy beats him and asks, “What the hell is going on here? Is this some stupid prank? I swear, if you’re yanking my chain with those little shits, I’ll—”

“Whoa, whoa, easy on the threats, it isn’t me!”

Billy looks unconvinced. “Then what is going on?”

“I don’t know,” Steve says. And that was the worst part. He had no idea what was going on, and that never ended well.

#Stranger Things #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #prompts #asks

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ticklishhpickle · 7 years ago

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Even Santa Ships It

Summary: Phil wakes up the night before Christmas to find a sassy, sarcastic Christmas elf by the name of Dan in his kitchen, feet tangled up in Christmas lights and surrounded by gingerbread crumbs. Phil doesn’t mind.

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: none

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“OW!”

Phil Lester yelped as his hand came into contact with the hot tray. It was probably a bad idea to not wear oven mitts. He rushed over to the sink to cool his burnt hand, turning on the cold water to full blast. Santa better be grateful, he thought as the cool liquid soothed his skin. After a few minutes of wound care, Phil felt his hand was well enough to ice the cookies he had left haphazardly cooling in his mortal enemy- the tray, that was half hanging off the bench.

Phil smiled as he finished icing the 25th and last cookie of the batch. He looked at his work, the lines on the gingerbread mens’ arms were a little too squiggly, but the small eyes and mouths were drawn on quite well, if Phil did say so himself. He did this every year. He would bake 25 cookies for Santa every Christmas, changing the type of cookie from year to year. Last year was shortbread, the year before macaroon, and the year before that snickerdoodle.

Phil’s flatmate, Paul, along with the rest of his friends and family thought it was absolutely ridiculous that Phil carried out this tradition.

“28 is too old to still entertain this idea that Santa is real!” Paul would always say. “And it’s getting kind of sad for you to keep making these cookies every year, only for them to go to waste. I’m sure you just throw them all out in the morning before I wake up.”

Phil knew better than these non-believers, however. Each and every morning without fail, Phil would wake up to find the cookie plate completely wiped, and he knew for a fact he hadn’t eaten them himself, and there was no way Paul would dispose of or eat all the cookies just to keep Phil’s belief in Santa alive- he was Phil’s worst critique when it came to this tradition, and in addition, a devout vegan.

Phil pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. It was everyone else’s loss if they refused to believe in something that could guarantee them a nice gift and a bit more excitement in their life every year. Less work for Santa as well, anyway. Another Christmas eve would need to be added to the calendar in order for Santa to deliver gifts to believers and non-believers alike.

His musings had distracted him from the real job of cleaning up, so Phil made quick haste to clean all the flour of the counter. A dirty kitchen would not suffice for someone as amazing as Santa. After pouring a tall glass of almond milk(it was the only milk they had, Phil being lactose intolerant and Paul being a vegan) and placing it next to the cookies, Phil was satisfied and trudged upstairs to his bedroom, falling into a deep sleep.

It was only an hour or so later when Phil jumped awake, disturbed by the suspicious clattering downstairs. Phil groaned sleepily and attempted to fall back asleep, only to hear the clattering get louder. Wait. Phil thought. It’s Christmas! Could it be… Santa downstairs? Every other Christmas of Phil’s life, he had been good and slept through the night, despite the temptation to wake up and spy on the chubby man bringing him presents. But surely a peek wouldn’t hurt. Phil hesitated for a moment before hopping out of bed, nearly tripping over his plaid pyjama pants in the process.

Phil slowly crept to the top of the stairwell, cringing every time the floorboards squeaked a little.

He peered down, shaking with excitement to see the supposedly fat and white-haired man who had been bringing him presents every year without fail. What Phil did not expect to see was a mess of gingerbread pieces and crumbs covering the floor, several dented and poorly wrapped gifts spilling out of a sack, and an awkwardly tall figure who was attempting to wriggle his foot out of a string of Christmas lights. What the hell was going on?

Phil swiftly padded down the staircase and walked over to the figure.

“Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?!”

Phil felt his heart skip a beat when the figure turned around. The first thing Phil noticed was the warm, brown eyes of the stranger, nearly covered by a swept brown fringe. The second thing and third things Phil noticed was the dark green pointed hat he wore, that did little to cover the long pointy ears attached to his head.

“Well, gee-whiz, you’re not even going to offer to help me? It’s not like, you know my feet are stuck in a pile of shitty dollar store lights, preventing me from moving.”

“Oh! Sorry about that!” Phil felt his face flush as he bent down to untangle the string of Christmas lights. He spent all of 10 seconds untangling the lights in silence before he realised.

“Wait. You never answered my question.” Phil eyed the admittedly good-looking stranger suspiciously.

“How impressive of you to have noticed!” The brown-haired boy rolled his eyes.

“You’re clearly not Santa, so who are you, and what are you doing in my flat?” Phil finished untangling the lights and stood up.

“Well what does it look like? I’m a fucking elf. You think I wear these candy stripe leggings because I like them?” Oh. Now Phil felt a bit stupid. The pointy ears alone should have been a dead giveaway from the start. Oops. Phil knew the reason he didn’t notice was probably because he was too distracted with the elf’s other facial features.

“Oh. That makes sense. But that doesn’t explain why you’re here, I’m 100% sure Santa’s the one who’s supposed to deliver all the presents on Christmas Eve…”

“Well Santa’s been a bit of a lazy little shit this year, it seems like.” Phil’s jaw dropped. Was he hearing this correctly? Weren’t Christmas elves supposed to be happy, bright and jovial, and most importantly, respectful of Santa claus?

“I’m not kidding. The jolly old man literally makes me do all the work for the London precinct.”

Phil found himself holding back giggles at this. The statement itself wasn’t really funny in nature, it was just the way the elf had said ‘literally’, which made it sound more like ‘litTRAlly’. And to hear one of Santa’s own elves sassing the big man himself, was quite an experience in itself.

The elf seemed pleased that Phil was amused, a genuine smile on his face. “And don’t even get me started on the things he does to those reindeer, I mean whipping stopped being relevant the second Fifty Shades was published.”

This time Phil could not stop the wave of laughter that overtook his body. He laughed the hardest he had in weeks, his sides feeling like they were splitting.

“Oh my god,” He muttered, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Seriously, who are you?” He shook his head at the ground, smiling.

“Dan. And don’t forget it.”

“So you’re telling me you, a literal Christmas elf got put on the naughty list? Is that even legal?”

Phil was astounded at the amazing stories Dan had been telling him for who knows how long. The two men- well the man and, one elf were sitting on Phil’s couch, indulging themselves in the gingerbread man Phil had so lovingly made before. To Phil’s surprise he and the sassy elf had quite a lot in common. They both liked Muse, Pokemon and agreed that memes were like pizza. When they were good, they were really good. And when they were bad, they were still pretty damn good.

“Yup. That’s Dan for you. And it literally wasn’t even intentional! I just- I kind of didn’t realise my earphones weren’t plugged into my phone, so Newborn was playing loud enough to wake up Santa- and all 37 other elves in the London precinct.”

Phil giggled for what had been probably the hundredth time that night, his tongue poking out of his teeth. He hated how it did that, it looked sooo stupid. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, only to find Dan looking at him with a strange sort of fascination.

“Why do you cover your mouth whenever you laugh, Phil?” Dan’s eyes held something in them that Phil couldn’t name.

“Because I look stupid! My stupid tongue always pokes out of my teeth when I laugh, I look absolutely ridiculous.” Phil was even more embarrassed now, why did Dan have to ask him about that?

“I guess that’s something we don’t share a common opinion on then, hm?”

For the first time the entire night, an awkward silence fell over them. What was Phil supposed to say to that? Was that almost a compliment?!? Oh god. And they were having such a nice time too! Phil had taken to staring at the wall behind Dan when he heard someone padding down the stairs.

“PHILIP MICHAEL LESTER, who the hell is this and why is he in our house?” Paul exclaimed angrily, eyeing Dan up and down suspiciously. “And great cheap elf costume by the way, pfft.”

Don’t get him wrong, Phil loved his flatmate. It was just right now, he wouldn’t mind seeing the entirety of Paul and his sad existence burn in a wildfire.

“Paul! Don’t be rude! This is Dan, he’s an elf who’s been helping Santa out tonight. Santa’s too busy to visit all the houses in one night.” Phil knew this explanation would not satisfy Paul in the slightest, he was the biggest Santa/Christmas skeptic Phil knew.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Dan nodded casually, popping another piece of gingerbread man into his mouth.

Paul just glared at Phil disappointedly. “I’m going to give you one minute to admit that you hired an actor to play an elf, in order to convince me that the whole stupid Santa and Christmas elves thing is real, which you’ve been trying to do for the past five years.”

Phil was desperate to convince Paul of the truth, but he wasn’t sure how.

“No! Paul I didn’t hire anyone, you know I save all my money for new house plants, not this kind of stuff! He is a real elf!” Phil widened his eyes and stuck his bottom out a little. His pouty face always worked to soften Paul up a little, even in the worst situations.

“You can feel my ears if ya like, buddy. 100% real, they won’t come off.” Dan winked weirdly at Paul.

Phil wanted to slap Dan! Paul would not understand Dan’s weird, ironic but hilarious sense of humour. Wait, why was Phil acting as if he knew Dan’s humour well? They literally met a few hours ago, but for some reason it kinda felt like more. Phil decided not to dwell on it and instead focussed on Paul hesitantly stroking, and then pulling, rather harshly on Dan’s ears.

“FUCK OFF MATE!” Dan screeched when Paul gave a particularly hard tug.

“Alright fine, look, in the morning I’ll probably realise that it is just some really, really good silicon covering, but right now, I’m tired as shit and you know what Phil, if you say he’s an elf… he’s an elf. Anyway, who would wear those candy striped leggings willingly? Just try to keep it down please, Phil.” Paul sighed at the end of his small rant and plodded back up the stairs, leaving Dan and Phil alone again.

The awkward silence from before nearly settled back in before Dan broke it.

“So…”

“So… wait- don’t you have like at least, I don’t know, a few hundred other houses to deliver presents to?” Phil couldn’t believe he only just realised this, why was Dan wasting so much time with Phil, practically a stranger to him, when he had presents to deliver?

Dan looked like he had shit himself and been told he was adopted at the same time.

“Fuck.”

Phil poured himself a cup of hot chocolate and sighed. It had been a good few days since Christmas, and while the day itself was great, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the strangely tall, sarcastic he had met the other day. Phil would be lying to say that he kind of, may have wanted to get Dan’s number. What? You couldn’t blame him. Phil hadn’t connected with someone as well as he had with Dan for those few hours in… ever really. Maybe when he first met Paul, but that felt a lot more platonic, the difference here being he didn’t want to run his fingers through Paul’s hair, or cuddle him to sleep, or take him out for a cute movie date.

And now Phil was never going to see Dan again. Just great. It probably wouldn’t have worked out anyway. Phil tried to comfort himself. Elves must have very busy lives, there’s no way he would have time for a friendship with me, let alone a relationship if he even did turn out to be attracted to guys- which was unlikely. Phil just had to accept that he was probably not going to see Dan ever again. He plopped two white marshmallows into his now lukewarm hot chocolate and sighed once again.

Just as Phil was about to take his first sip of the beverage, a loud knock on the door interrupted him. Phil placed the mug back on the bench, before walking over. Phil swung the door open to reveal a very cute, and very drenched looking elf. Phil’s heart practically sang, was luck finally on his side for once?

“Dan! Hi! Come in! What are you doing here?” Phil tugged Dan in by the sleeve of his ridiculous elf outfit.

“Well, first of all, hi. And second of all, just a quick, run of the mill check, for the- the PSP.” Dan looked off to the side for a second before looking back at Phil, pulling out an official looking clipboard with papers.

“The what?”

“PSP. Present satisfaction policy. This year, Santa’s decided to implement a new, worldwide policy where we check on each person we’ve delivered a present to a few days after Christmas, just to make sure they’re enjoying the gift and putting it to good use. Sure, it will take up quite a bit of time, but personally, I think it’s a great idea.”

Something about what Dan was saying seemed off, but Phil couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Kind of like he was hiding something, but Phil didn’t want to question it. He was just happy to see Dan again.

“I have been putting the cactus Santa gave me to great use actually! Want to come look?” Phil beamed, hoping to persuade Dan to stay longer at his flat. He knew Dan probably had thousands more people to ask, but he was feeling a bit selfish, wanting to keep Dan to himself for a bit longer.

Dan nodded and smiled, the little dimple on his left cheek that Phil had noticed the first night showing a little. Phil smiled back.

“This cactus looks like a dick.” Dan snorted, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement at Phil’s Christmas gift.

“Well… usually I would fight it, but, you’re not wrong. At all.” Phil grinned at Dan again.

“This cactus certainly puts the SUCC in succulent, doesn’t it Philly?” The cheeky elf smirked at Phil, happily awaiting his reaction.

“Not as succulent as your MUM!” This time, both Dan and Phil were in hysterics. Phil had to hold his stomach to stop it from hurting so much from the laughter. After a few long minutes the boys finally calmed down, and a silence settled over them, but this time it was not awkward. Phil caught himself staring at Dan’s mouth, before blushing profusely and quickly averting his gaze. He felt his cheeks heat up.

“So um, what did you think of Paul?” Phil asked, in an attempt to get normal conversation flowing again.

A look of conflict flashed across Dan’s face, before it returned to normal. “Oh, he was, quite… interesting. I just love guys who pull on my ears until they bleed.” Dan’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, not that that was anything out of the ordinary.

“Look, Paul’s actually a cool guy, he’s just not the best with new people, especially when those people aren’t people and they are elves.” Phil shrugged apologetically.

“Oh, yeah, I get that.” Dan nodded understandably. “So, are you and Paul…?” The brown-haired boy looked a little nervous, and in Phil’s honest opinion, it was quite adorable.

“Oh, god no. We’re just best friends. And Paul’s as straight as a ruler. Why do you ask?” Phil scoffed at the idea of Paul and him dating. That would be the most disgusting thing in the history of the world. He shuddered.

“Pfft, no reason,” Dan’s eyes refused to meet Phil’s. Dan was quick to change the subject, Phil noticed.

“Anyway, did I ever tell you about the time I gifted an axe to a twelve year old for Christmas?”

Phil walked the streets of London in a great mood the next day. He had spent several hours with a particular elven friend the day before, just chatting, exchanging banter and learning all the intel on Santa claus and co. Apparently there was a different Christmas precinct for each city in the world, but only one Santa. He was practically skipping down the road, but who could blame him? He had the number of a cute boy (who was probably straight but that was besides the matter), knowledge of what the real Santa actually looked like (thanks to said cute boy), and cute boy was coming over to Phil’s for a round of video games in a few hours. So it really was Dan, not Phil’s fault when Phil skipped right into someone on the path.

Phil instinctively yelped when his butt hit the solid ground. That was going to leave a mark. He looked over to the person he bumped into and his eyes widened. The man, sprawled on the ground like a defenseless turtle was the one and only Santa Claus, looking exactly like the picture Dan showed him just a few days earlier. Same bald spot, same glasses, and same brown sweater Dan swore he wore religiously.

“Santa? Is that you?” Phil felt overjoyed! This was the man he had been relentlessly baking cookies for, ever since he was four years old. Was this even real?

Santa had stood up by now, looking very concerned and ready to bolt.

“H-how do you know it’s me? Is my disguise not working that well?” The man’s voice was rich and deep, just how Phil always imagined it to be. His disguise, however, had room for improvement to say the least. Wearing a brown jumper didn’t disguise the fact that he looked like the walking advertisement for literally every Christmas product ever. Phil did not say this however, who was he to insult his idol?

“Oh! No, it’s a great disguise. I only know it’s you because one of your elves showed me a photo of you the other day. But that’s not the point. The point is, I can’t believe I’ve finally met you after all these years! Do you know how many cookies I’ve baked for you? I change the type of cookie every year!” Phil gushed out, his inner fangirl screaming.

A look of recognition washed over the old man’s face, followed by pure, childlike glee.

“Yes! Little Phil Lester! You’ve been baking 25 cookies for me every year since you were four years old. Last year was shortbread, the year before was macaroons, and the year before that was snickerdoodles! Now son, I’m not just saying this, but your cookies are THE BEST cookies I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot of cookies, I know, it may surprise you.” Santa nodded at Phil, obviously expecting him to nod back in agreement.

“And I love how you change the type of cookie every year! Do you know how sick I’m getting of chocolate chip? Could these kids BE any more basic with their cookie choices? You’ve done well, son.” Santa gave him a pat on the back, and Phil thought he might faint.

“Wow, Santa, I’m so glad you liked my cookies so much, I really do put so much effort into them. And I think it’s really great how you’ve started that present satisfaction policy, too! I think it will be really helpful, especially for kids who don’t always know what presents they want.”

Santa frowned, the lines in his forehead creasing up, and he cocked his head to the side. “Sorry son? What was this present policy you speak of?”

“You know, the policy you created to ensure maximum satisfaction of gifts where you send elves to check on everyone who’s been given a gift to make sure they like it?” Santa’s face still showed no signs of recognition, remaining creased and confused.

“Your elf Dan told me about it…” Phil trailed off awkwardly.

The corners of the old man’s lips turned up at the mention of Dan’s name. Something had clicked in his brain, Phil was sure of that. He just wasn’t sure what.

“Alright Philip, maybe you should speak to Dan about that, but I definitely did not impose any such policy of the sort.” He let out a hearty chuckle before patting Phil on the shoulder and walking away.

“And tell Dan Santa says to go for it!” he yelled, before turning the corner and disappearing.

Phil had never been more confused in his life. Why would Dan lie about something like that, especially when there wasn’t really anything he could gain from it? All he got from it was spending a few hours alone with Phil and- oh. Phil felt a blush creep up his neck and his heart swell. Surely it couldn’t though, what were the chances of the guy Phil was crushing on hard actually liking him back? Phil thought back to all the times Dan had blushed in his presence, or stared at Phil for a little too long, that Phil had previously chalked down to nervousness. Perhaps the chances weren’t as low as he had originally thought.

Phil was practically bursting at the seams with anticipation when Dan finally came over, video games in hand and a smile on his soft face. As soon as Phil had greeted him and seated him on the couch, he swooped.

“So I saw Santa today.”

“Ah, yes. In the picture on the back of your expired advent calendar, perhaps? Or maybe on the custom made bauble from the tree you still have up, even though Christmas was a week ago, Philly?” Dan quipped idly.

Phil shook his head. “No.” Oh boy was Dan in for a big treat.

“Actually, I saw him in the city today, I recognised him from the photo you showed me yesterday. Great guy, you know. He’s a big fan of my cookies.” Phil was giddy with excitement, his knees jittering.

The elf’s face showed no signs of worry, and he gestured at Phil to go on, still oblivious as to what was going to happen next.

“But you know what he isn’t Dan? The creator of the ‘Present Satisfaction Policy’. I think that title goes to you. And I think I know why.” Phil smirked. “It’s because you,” Phil tapped him on the nose, “Have a little crush on me, and wanted to see me again.”

Phil wasn’t exactly sure what reaction to expect from Dan, but it was definitely not what followed. Dan turned completely red in the face, his hands sweating profusely. There were a few seconds of painful silence before,

“Yeah cause I totally just made up a policy just so I could see you again, ‘cause I totally thought you were super cute when we met on Christmas Eve and just an overall lovely person and couldn’t NOT see you again.”

Phil opened his mouth to respond, but Dan wasn’t finished.

“And as if I’d rant to ‘Santa’,” Dan used unnecessary air quotes when he said this, “about how ‘cute’ I thought you were, which led to him ‘convincing’ me to asking you ‘out’. Pffft, you know how stupid that sounds?”

“Um, what?”

For the first time, Phil saw Dan at a loss for words.

“Shit. I didn’t meant that. I don’t like you that way! If that’s, um what that made you think. I just tend to get a little carried away with my sarcasm sometimes.”

“Are you sure about that Dan?”

Dan looked at the ground, avoiding all eye contact with Phil.

“Yes…

“Because, if theoretically you did happen to have maybe even a tiny, little crush on me. I would theoretically tell you that I do in fact too, have a tiny, little crush on you too. And I wouldn’t mind taking you out, say, on a date sometime in the near future. This is all hypothetical though.”

“Okay I lied. I’m gay as shit for you.”

Phil grinned before tackling him into a hug.

“Me too, Dan. Me too.”

It was one hour later when Paul arrived back to the flat, groceries in both hands, only to find his roommate engaged in a heated makeout session with a Christmas elf. It was time to move out.

#phan #phanfiction #phan fluff #fluff #getting together #strangers to lovers #christmasphan #christmasfic #elf!dan #phanfic #phanfic fluff #ficmas

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imaderice · 7 years ago

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Secret Santa Thingy

Okay sooo this is what I made for the secret santa thiiiiing and the person I got is none other than @pinkrabbitparachute. And for you, I wrote a fic of Ladybug and Freezerburn camping out for Christmas in Menagerie.

Prompt: Write about a character who is carefully following a family recipe for a Christmas dish.

There were twenty four letters in the alphabet and to be perfectly honest, there were millions of ways to describe of how much she wanted to hit her sister with a chair right now. But she bit back her tongue, rolling her eyes of how she was being ridiculous.

“I’m just surprised you haven’t even done it with Blake yet, you guys have been with each other for almost two years now.” Yang scoffed, adding a bit of cold water and oil to the dough before stirring it vigorously with chopsticks.

Ruby pouted “There’s a reason why we haven’t done it is all. You know what Blake has been through, I have to take things slow and I don’t mind waiting.”

She dusting the counter top with flour and as her sister was mixing the dough she cleaned the area by placing the dirty dishes in the sink, using a cloth to wipe off some of the mess they made. By the time she finished, Yang had placed the dough on the dusted surface she had prepared. The blonde cracked her knuckles, jerking her head to the side as well to do the same to her neck.

“Well, the best way to describe is to show the dough who’s boss and slap the dough around!” She beamed at Ruby.

She stared at her sister in bewilderment. Confused as to what the blonde meant by showing the dough who’s boss.

“What?” The elder sister could only smile sheepishly at her.

“Yang, if I wanted advice on sex, I would have asked dad and not at the kitchen, because that’s just gross.” Groaning, Ruby did as her sister instructed, ignoring the sexual innuendos that the blonde were dropping.

“Whatever, after a couple of minutes of all that slapping, because we add the cold water and stirred it more. We just need to knead the dough.” Yang grabbed half of the dough and showed her the silver eyed woman the techniques of kneading the dough, who mimicked her movements. “Magically, the dough changes and becomes so soft and springy. Simply put, the dough is giving in to you. Tired of being slapped. Yes, you’re the boss.”

Her hands stopped their movement of kneading the dough, an exasperated sigh emitted from her lips. Ruby had to breathe in deeply and exhaled slowly as she pinched the bridge of her nose. It would have been better to ask her father to help her out, she was beginning to regret asking Yang to help her out.

Using pastry scraper or knife, Ruby cut the dough into pieces about the size of a golf ball. She rolled one of the balls between her palms and imitated her sister as she worked to get a nice, round, smooth ball. After that she used a rolling pin and rolled it out flat.

From then on they focused on their task, thankfully there were no more talk about sex and the conversation was primarily on creating the Xiao Long’s famous, secret family recipe Xiao Long Bao. It would have been easy to just use some store bought dough, but it would have not been the same. She had no choice but to ask either her dad or her sister for assistance. She wished she paid more attention to the cooking lessons she had as a kid with her dad.

“Yang….” Said blonde had her tongue out, carefully wrapping a half tablespoon of the filling around the dough. Satisfied with her work, she looked up at her sister, eyebrow raised. “Did you remember to pack the spoon and forks, or at least disposable ones?”

“Uh….”

“For the love of-“ Ruby groaned.

Thankfully, they had brought a pack of chopsticks for the trip. Considering Ruby wanted to make their family’s Xiao Long Bao for Blake. It was her Uncle Qrow’s idea and it was actually a pretty good advice. It was also Weiss’ idea to spend Christmas in Menagerie, out in the woods in a rented cabin away from civilization. It would also give them a chance to see where Blake grew up.

“Ta-da~!” Ruby sang as she walked towards their little campfire a stack of bamboo steamers in each hand, Yang following right behind her holding a tray of condiments and plates for the meal. She placed it on the blanket where most of the food was and placed the steamers carefully on it.

“I present to you…” Yang paused, for dramatic effect an had both hands holding the cover of two steamers and pulled back, steam rose up, freed from its prison to reveal perfectly cooked steam buns. “the Xiao Long’s famous Xiao Long Bao!”

At Yang’s introduction was met with a fit of giggles from the former heiress, her hand brought up to her lips as she laughed. The blonde only stared at her curiously and watched as the ebony haired girl rolled her eyes and then pointed at the steam buns.

“Xiao Long Bao.” She smiled, her finger then pointed at Yang. “Xiao Long Bae.”

Heat rose up to her cheeks, her eyes wide before she bursts out laughing. She took a seat beside the former heiress and wrapped her arm around her, kissing her deeply. “That was a good one, Weiss”

Meanwhile Ruby was busy placing a few steam buns on a small disposable paper plate and poured a bit of soy sauce on them, squeezing a bit of lime juice on it.

“Do you like spice or no?” Ruby asked, the Faunus only smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

“Which ever makes them taste better.” Blake smiled at her silver eyed girlfriend, who had a slight pink tint on her face and watched as her face turned a darker shade of red as she took a small plastic spoon and dipped it in a jar and added it to her plate.

“I don’t know how much you can handle spice so I added a little bit of some sweet garlic chili sauce.” Ruby explained, handing the plate to her girlfriend and a pair of chopsticks. “The sauce is home made, we used a few of the ingredients from our garden and the other’s in the local market.”

“Thank you, Ruby.” She leaned in to place a soft kiss on the younger woman’s cheek, causing the other to giggle. “You really went all out on this. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to do something special for you.”

Ruby watched as Blake took hold of her chopsticks and carefully picked up the steam buns and dipped it in the small puddle of sauce on the plate before eating it in one whole bite. She watched as the the Faunus’ facial expressions changed with every bite.

The first one had Blake scrunch up her eyebrows, the second bite made her eyes go wide, on the third bite her hand went to her mouth; eyes tearing up. Ruby’s heart dropped at the sight. Is it that bad?

“Oh. My. God.” She mumbled, mouth still full, but she still chewed. “This tastes so good, but-“

“But what?”

“It’s so good, but it’s so goddamn spicy.”

Ruby was confused at that, she was sure she had only put a small portion of the sauce. For her, it would have been like there were none at all. Before she could open her mouth, she heard a muffled shriek from the other two. She turned her head to find Weiss shoving the plate in Yang’s hands as she fanned her mouth and reached for the glass of water.

Both sisters were looking at each other confused as Weiss chugged down the water like there’s tomorrow. Blake, however, was more calm and poised, but you could still see that she was also in pain, seeing as her ears were flat against her head.

“Damn, Weiss.” Yang smirked, once she realized what has happened. “I didn’t know you couldn’t handle the heat.”

Icy blue eyes glared at the blonde. “C’mon it wasn’t that spicy.”

“Yang, what is your definition of spicy?” Blake asked, pouring another glass of water for Weiss and herself.

“Probably…” She placed a metallic finger on her chin, doing the math in her head. “Half of the bottle.”

Blake’s ears flicked at her words and was surprised by Yang’ statement. Weiss looked somewhat terrified at her girlfriend and was also shocked at how much she can handle something so spicy, even half of the bottle of that dreaded chili garlic sauce. The blonde could only shrug as she began to eat the rest of the Xiao Long Bao on Weiss’ plate while Ruby prepared another plate for the former heiress, this time without the sauce. Blake chose to endure the blazing inferno that is in her mouth with each bun, finding that it was tastier. Although it did cause her to sweat a little.

It was when the bottle was all out of sauce and all of the buns were eaten that all four respectfully sat next to their significant other on the ground, facing each other and wrapped in blankets. Each pair had a liter of ice cream on their lap.

“Where’s the spoons?” Blake asked as Yang laughed nervously.

Ruby rolled her eyes and handed the Faunus a pair of chopsticks. “We might need to...be creative.”

“You forgot to bring spoons and forks, didnt you?” Weiss sighed and the blonde nodded in turn.

#idk what im doing lol #its shitty #lol #im sorry this is shitty #secret santa #this is the best that i could do for the moment #sorry #pinrabbitparachute #freezerburn #ladybug #rwby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #ruby rose #weiss schnee #ricewrites

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punsandtofu · 8 years ago

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Cooking Lessons (Compiled RP)

punsandtofu: Even though he’d matured since he’d joined the Teen Titans, Beast Boy still had the tendency to push things. Things like Raven’s patience. First, a fly to sneak into her room. Then, a snake to sneak up behind her. Aaaand human form so he could talk. (Shout.) “Hey, Rae, guess what!” azarathian: She’d been buried in the pages of her newest book, eyes hooked to the words as they ran through her head and breathing shallow and light. The next chapter would be a good one - she could tell - and so was almost rushing to reach it. If a small sound that shouldn’t be there swept through her room, she wouldn’t hear it. The titan was engrossed. Nonetheless, all good things must come to an end… “Hey, Rae, guess what!” She had almost fallen right off her bed, and her eyes were wide as she flinched back at the shrill, unexpected voice. Soon enough, though, their cold stare returned. “How did you get in my room?” she sneered, completely disregarding his question. punsandtofu: The green teen cackled and pointed as his fellow titan flailed. “Oh man! You should’a seen your face!” He sighed and calmed down. “Same way I always do. Now, guess what!” azarathian: She couldn’t tell if he was just pushing her with that answer, or being serious. Whatever the case, she’d be certain to confront it when she wasn’t being probed. If anything, she’d probably be better off just responding and moving the matter along as quickly as possible. Her forehead was flushed with a subdued rage. “What?” punsandtofu: “Iiiiiiii got to do the shopping today~ That means I get to decide what we eat!” He had a list given to him, but he opted not to use it. “We’re having Vegan Toasted Coconut Cake today~” azarathian: “Nice,” she deadpanned. She really didn’t care. “And you snook into my room to tell me this… why?” Her voice was still sharp with impatience as her brow twitched a touch. punsandtofu: “Because you’re going to help me.” He grinned. “Remember those pan…sludges you made that one time? Clearly you need cooking lessons and I’m here to help!” He jabbed a thumb to his chest proudly. “Yes! I’m going to sacrifice my time to help the less fortunate with my culinary prowess!” He placed the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. azarathian: Her expression fell from anger to extremely unenthusiastic. She blinked slowly and let a stretched silence hang between them once he’d finished. That alone should’ve answered his offer, but for good measure she chose to voice her disapproval alongside it. “… Yeah, I’ll pass.” Her gaze promptly returned to her book as a message that the conversation was over. punsandtofu: “Awww, c’mooooooooon, Rae!” He whined. “It’ll be fun! I know you like fun, even if you pretend you don’t.” azarathian: With a sigh, she lowered her book back to her lap. He was persistent as ever, of course. “Maybe your ‘fun’ and my ‘fun’ are different?” she suggested, more like a statement. punsandtofu: His ears drooped as he slumped over, pouting at her. He hoped his alluring animal adorableness would sway her. azarathian: Her arms folded across her chest and brows lowered in irritation. Was her cooking really that bad that he felt an obligation to teach her? She guessed he did have a point… She knew she couldn’t cook - she wasn’t even going to try to deny that. And perhaps learning a recipe or two might be good for her, but… her book. For the moment, the girl stood her ground “No.” punsandtofu: Cue a quivering lower lip and a pathetic whimper. Perhaps he could get her to join out of pity. azarathian: “Beast Boy,” she snapped, brows knitted together. Her glare practically commanded he give up and leave her back to her reading. punsandtofu: He flinched. Well… so much for that. He sulked out of the room to cook by himself. azarathian: Once the door slid shut behind him, she relished the peace and quiet that quickly returned to the room. At first, she hadn’t given his disappointment a second thought, merely reaching back for her book and sinking back into her pillows. Her eyes scanned for the place she’d been at before the noisy interruption. Even after a minute, she still couldn’t seem to find it… and began to acknowledge the underlying guilt that lurked in the back of her mind. He was trying to do a nice thing… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, learning to cook something without setting the kitchen alight in fire and smoke. The girl bowed her head and sighed, before heaving herself from bed and making for the kitchen. “What’re we making again?” she said as she entered the Main Ops room to see a dejected Beast Boy rummaging the cupboards. punsandtofu: Baking powder… baking soda… It’d sure be nice if their ingredients were a little more organized. Oh, what was he thinking? He could never keep things organized. His ears perked up at the sound of the monotone voice and he whipped around with a grin. “Rae! We’re making vegan toasted coconut cake!” He pulled one of two chef’s hats off the counter and put it on his head before grabbing the second and excitedly putting it on hers, whether she wanted it there or not. azarathian: A pair a violet eyes rose to the hat sitting atop her head with an air of disapproval. “I’m already agreeing to cook - you’re pushing it with the hat,” she said, hastily removing it and placing it back on the counter. punsandtofu: He rolled his eyes. “Fiiiiine.” He finished putting the ingredients on the counter and removed his gloves to wash his hands. azarathian: She literally only ever used the kitchen to pour a cup of tea or clean dishes… The entire situation of hopping right into a full-blown recipe was alien to her. She glanced around her surroundings, clueless of where to begin. “Sooo… What now?” punsandtofu: “Well, you gotta wash your hands since we’re working with food.” He dried his hands and stepped away from the sink to give Raven access. “I’d take a whole bath so I could use all my animal limbs, but Robin said no one wants to eat food made with monkey feet.” azarathian: Raven almost cringed at the thought. “Robin would be right,” she internally thanked the masked boy for forbidding such a thing. The girl stepped over to the sink and proceeded to wash her hands before grabbing the nearest kitchen towel and wiping them dry. Okay, well that was easy, but she imagined what was to follow wouldn’t be. She turned back to the green teen and folded her arms, leaning back against the counter and looking to him as if to say ‘go on’. punsandtofu: “Lemme check.” He pulled out a piece of paper with instructions he’d written on it and looked it over. “Let’s preheat the oven and measure out the ingredients. Set it to three hundred degrees.” He gestured to the oven as he got out some measuring cups. azarathian: So, he was giving task number one to her - not sure how great an idea that was, but she figured there was no harm in going along with it. Raven knelt down in front of the oven and sought out the temperature dial. Aaand, it looked like… this one? Well, it was encircled with numbers from 0 to 500 so she assumed it must be right. So she rotated the dial to just after the middle setting and, still kneeling, said “done.” punsandtofu: “Good. It should beep once it’s heated up.” He measured out some shredded coconut and spread it on a baking sheet. “Now measure one cup of coconut flour and spread it evenly on that baking sheet.” He pointed to another baking sheet. azarathian: Her eyes moved to the direction he was pointing - okay, sounded easy enough. The magus walked towards the cupboard she knew held all glasses, mugs and cups, but halted in place. He said a cup of coconut flour, right? But there were multiple cups in the cupboard of varying shapes and sizes… “Uhhh, when you say ‘a cup’,” she began, “which cup do you mean?” punsandtofu: Oh boy… He had no idea she was this clueless with cooking. “A measuring cup.” He pointed to the plastic measuring cup he’d used for the shredded coconut. “Specifically, one for solids. Measuring cups for solids and measuring cups for liquids are different. Just scoop it up or pour it in and spread any extra off the top so it’s flat.” azarathian: Okay… now she felt stupid. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all; maybe if it was with someone she knew wouldn’t tease her for it in the long-run. Although, he hadn’t seemed to tease her for it just now. Which was… weird. “Oh,” she breathed, a tad abashed by her mistake. Swiftly moving on, she placed one of the cups upright on the counter and looked to the bag of flour, which instantly glowed black. With her mind, Raven continued to levitate the open flour bag above the cup and pour - however, it seemed she poured with a bit too much force, and when tipped, the flour tumbled out too fast and dusted the entire surface with white. Not only that, but unbeknownst to the girl, a spatter had landed on her cheek as well. She stared wide-eyed at the mess she’d managed to make in the space of a second and slowly turned to her ‘chef’. “…Oops…” punsandtofu: Oops? He turned around to see the counter coated with white. He snickered and walked over to the measuring cup. “Jeez, Rae. I thought I was the messy one.” He held his hand sideways and pushed the pile of coconut flour off the top of the cup. He held up the now adequately full cup. “One cup of coconut flour.” He didn’t seem to care much about the mess. He always made a mess when he cooked. He always cleaned it up afterwards. (After being told a million times by the rest of the team to stop leaving the mess for them.) azarathian: She let out a groan as she stared at the heap of flour - this stuff really got everywhere. It was twice she’d messed up already and they weren’t even five minutes into the recipe. Whilst Beast Boy rectified the situation as best he could - ignoring the mess, she noticed - Raven slumped, suddenly feeling quite useless. No wonder no one went near whatever food she seldom attempted to make. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this,” she admitted, assuming she’d just be slowing the boy down if she were to stick around. punsandtofu: “Do you always give up this quickly?” He set the cup down and shook the flour mess off the baking sheet. A bit redundant, given they’d need to spread some on it in a moment. “No, you don’t.“ He thought about it. “You try hard with a lot of things. And you succeed with a lot of things too. You fought your own fate and saved the world. I think you can make a cake.” azarathian: She just blinked at him for a moment. Well… he wasn’t wrong. Perhaps she was giving up a tad too quickly. With slightly more determination than she had before, she pressed her lips together and gave a small nod before walking back over to where the recipe lay upon the tabletop. “Okay. You’re right,” she said. “So what’s next?” This time she’d be more careful. punsandtofu: He smiled. “ ‘Course I’m right~” He handed her the cup and gestured to the baking sheet. “Pour the flour on the sheet and try to get it evenly all over it.” azarathian: She guessed the kitchen was the one place she couldn’t act superior, however it didn’t stop her from rolling her eyes at his cockiness. With a hesitant hand she took the cup and turned back to the baking sheet placed before her. Then, opting to use her hand over her powers this time, she cautiously tipped the cup the slightest inch so a few flakes of flour fell lightly to the sheet. The girl took her time and remained aware of her force throughout. After a minute, she seemed to have sprinkled a decent amount of flour, though still a bit messier than she could’ve done. “That okay?” she asked, looking to him for acceptance. punsandtofu: He looked over at the sheet. “Looks good.” Not perfect, but he kept that to himself. No need to discourage her. The oven beeped. “Oh! Perfect! We can put them in the oven now. We’re just toasting the coconut stuff first before we move on to the other stuff.” azarathian: An internal sigh of relief. She’d done it right - and not made too much of a mess this time (although she was still aware of the powdery pile she’d left sitting on the other end of the counter from earlier). Once the oven beeped and Beast Boy relayed the next step, she murmured an “okay” and went to pick up one of the two trays. Putting a tray in the oven was something she could do flawlessly. “That’s one in,” she said, bending a touch with her hands on her knees to glance inside the oven. punsandtofu: He took the other sheet and did the same. “And that’s two. Now let’s set the timer for twenty minutes.” azarathian: “Mhmm.” She took a step back for him to take care of that himself, a small smile playing upon her lips. Feeling able to take a bit of action herself, Raven stepped around her teammate and placed her finger upon the recipe sheet to examine what was to follow in the process. “Okay,” she began, “Says now we prepare two cake tins while they’re in the oven - so we need vegetable oil.” She turned to him, finger still upon the paper. punsandtofu: He set the timer, turned to her, nodded, and got the vegetable oil out. He gestured to the oil with his hand. “Despite my efforts, I can’t find any vegetable cars to put this in,” he joked. azarathian: Almost instantly her smile fell as she crossed her arms and raised a lone brow. “Really?” punsandtofu: “Aw, c’mon. Not all my jokes can be gems. It’s like the time I tried to enter that joke contest. I came up with ten plays on words that I hoped would qualify, but no pun in ten did!” azarathian: Another insufferable sigh crawled its way up her throat, begging to be released, but something else left the heroine’s lips instead - “I thought you were meant to be cooking, not burning,” she returned, a trace of triumph lacing her tone punsandtofu: “I’m always burning hot~” He grinned and ‘finger gunned’ her. azarathian: Now she didn’t even bother, opting to merely stare right through him and blink three times slowly, allowing his own realization of how stupid he sounded to consume him without breathing a word. punsandtofu: He scoffed. “You’re gonna have to do better if you wanna win a joke-off against me. My whole life is a joke!” He joked while also making a jab at himself. azarathian: “Oh no, well there’s my life’s goal destroyed,” she deadpanned. Her arms dropped back to her sides as she walked over to the tins perched upon the counter and snatched the vegetable oil off the jokester on her way. She grabbed one tin and slid the other over to him. “Now, if you don’t mind moving this along?” punsandtofu: He sighed and quietly completed the next task. Why was making her smile so difficult? He knew she could. When they first started their team, he remembered how she’d told him he was funny and she’d even smiled. While he loved the boost to his ego, seeing a girl like her smile made his day. She always acted so melancholy. Making her smile was nothing short of a victory to him. He was able to make her smile by just being himself, so why wasn’t it working now? Though thinking wasn’t his strong suit, he found himself lost in thought, mindlessly going through the movements of making the cake without consulting Raven. azarathian: Odd… she’d been at least expecting a whine or a pout or something. He just went along with it - just did what she asked without argument. It was very unlike the Beast Boy she knew, but then again, she did have a tendency to shoot him down and bring a cease to his fun, whether it be pun-making or just initiating banter with her. Perhaps he just didn’t want an argument, she thought, though she really wouldn’t have minded him carrying on - it was just an unspoken game they played. It was just the way they were. But he was meant to retaliate right back. Clearly not this time. Feeling a faint pang of guilt, her brows creased towards her forehead a touch. But she was quickly back to her unreadable visage once more as she began drizzling the cake tin with the oil. She observed it, hoping she hadn’t put in too much or too little, before returning her attention to the boy beside her. “Kay chef, next?” she said to him, a newfound playfulness in the nickname. punsandtofu: It took a moment for the fact she said anything to register. “Huh? Oh… uh… I just dusted one with flour. Now we do the other.” The fact he’d been called ‘chef’ hadn’t really clicked yet. azarathian: A small nod in his direction and she followed his lead, mimicking the same step and dusting the flour over the cake tin’s interior. Things were seeming to run a bit smoother now… “So that’s two tins prepped. Now we gotta actually make the thing.” punsandtofu: “Yeah.” He checked the recipe. “Whisk together the almond milk, flax meal, and apple cider vinegar. You’ll notice I’m not using soy milk.” He grinned. “I learned you guys don’t like soy. Or at least, soy that pretends to be other stuff.” He realized she may not know what a whisk is, so he picked it up himself. “This is a whisk. Whisking is kinda like stirring, but it makes stuff, like, airy? And fluffy? Kinda hard to describe.” azarathian: These were seeming to be all ingredients she’d never used, or even heard of before. What on earth was flax meal? And honestly, she wouldn’t have noticed he wasn’t using soy milk without him alerting her to it, but having learnt his reason, she did appreciate it. Hopefully by the time they were finished, the cake would be edible enough for everyone to enjoy, and not burnt to a crisp due to her incompetency in the kitchen. Though Raven was unfamiliar with some of the ingredients, she definitely knew what a whisk was - so when Beast Boy described the tool to her, she felt like he was completely mocking her. “Yeah, I know that, genius,” she muttered, taking it from him. To be fair, he had every reason to assume she wouldn’t know, but that fact never crossed the girl’s mind. It wasn’t often she found herself in a position where she was being taught, and she perhaps could’ve been taking it better than she was in terms of pride. punsandtofu: He sneered a bit at her. Heaven forbid he tried to help. “That’s good, Miss What-cup-do-I-use. I’m guessing you also know exactly how to whisk and how to pour the almond milk out of the measuring cup without it dribbling down the side.” He’d had that issue himself in the past. He put the flax meal and apple cider vinegar into a bowl before measuring out some almond milk and handing it to her. “Pour this in the bowl.” azarathian: She inwardly cringed at the reminder of her earlier blunder, but only revealed her humility with a scrunch of her nose and purse of her lips. As he spoke, she crossed her arms and leant her weight to one hip - let him have his moment. “Fine,” she said blankly, taking the measuring cup from him. Did he really think she couldn’t pour some milk into a bowl? To prove her point, Raven proceeded to do so flawlessly. She then reached to her side for the whisk and gripped it tightly as she placed it downwards into the mixture. With a forceful hand - too forceful - she whizzed it around the center of the bowl at rapid speed. Perhaps it was just her luck, or perhaps it was the fact she did not know to initially stir the ingredients together slowly before whisking at a gradually faster speed, but the liquid in the bowl spattered out everywhere - mainly upon the upper half of Raven herself and the face of an unsuspecting Beast Boy a foot away from her. punsandtofu: Huh. Guess she knew more about cooking than he thought… Or not. The changeling wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his uniform before looking over at Raven. She was covered in the mix. He could have made a snarky remark… if he wasn’t so busy laughing. azarathian: She honestly didn’t know what it was about her culinary skills that were so lacking. The girl had never really been taught by anybody, and though she knew the basics, it always seemed to be the specifics lacing a recipe that caught her out - like whisking too hard and losing half the mixture to the floor, in this case. Instantly, that shrill cackle hit her, and she turned to see her green friend as littered in cake mix as herself. The sight was ridiculous - how could she have made such a wreck of the kitchen in such a small space of time?! To her surprise, the changeling’s laugh elicited a soft one of her own, and her hand rose to her lips in attempt to stifle it. “Okay,” she smiled lightly. “So maybe you’ve got your work cut out for you.” punsandtofu: He cackled. “Usually, when I hear that, it’s directed at someone else.” He grabbed some paper towels for himself before handing her some. “You should’ve seen what happened when Negative Man tried to teach me to make his homemade veggie burgers,” he spoke as he wiped his face. azarathian: Her giggled simmered as she took the paper towels from him. “Can’t imagine it was as bad as this,” she admitted, smirk still present as she dabbed at her face. punsandtofu: He chuckled. “Ever see what happens when you use a food processor without a lid?” azarathian: “Ah…” Raven could only imagine the disaster that must’ve unfolded, and in sharing such a thing with her, she felt perhaps slightly better about her own incompetency in their venture thus far. Lowering her hand from her face, she glanced at the boy in front of her, and noticed he’d completely missed a giant patch of mixture still clinging to his cheek. “Um, you got… a bit…” she motioned towards her own cheek in the same spot, subduing another smirk. punsandtofu: He blinked. “What?” He wiped at the wrong side of his face. “Did I get it?” azarathian: “Um…” It was almost charming how utterly hopeless he could be at times. Having completely avoided the spot she’s pointed towards, she couldn’t help but relish in the sight of a still spattered Beast Boy, completely oblivious. “Yeah,” she lied, resisting the smile tugging at her lips. At least now she wasn’t the only one looking like an idiot. “So, back to this then,” she said with amusement, looking at the messy bowl she’d placed back down on the counter. punsandtofu: “Right.” He nodded and looked to the bowl. “We’re gonna need more stuff for the mix…” He measured out more ingredients, completely oblivious. “Maybe I should do the whisking this time.” azarathian: “That’s probably a good idea…” Maybe having watched him do it himself she’d get the hang of it for next time. If there was going to be a next time, that was. She mused on the thought for a second; she honestly wasn’t disliking the experience as much as she thought she would. She supposed having a companion who could also oversee and correct her errors helped. He was almost, in a sense, building her confidence. “Is there anything I can do in the meantime?” punsandtofu: He proceeded to whisk the mixture. His ears perked a bit at the question. She wanted to help now? Yes! He couldn’t help the grin spreading on his face. “Yeah!” He looked over at the recipe. “Maybe you can start making the coconut vegan butter for the frosting while I do the whisking?” azarathian: “And, how do I start that?” she queried, knowing he had the recipe right in front of him. punsandtofu: He read off the instructions and ingredients. “You know teaspoons aren’t spoons for tea, right?” He decided to ask before explaining this time. azarathian: She was back to rolling her eyes, though this time in a more light-hearted manner. The magus picked out a teaspoon from one of the kitchen draws and, ignoring his comment, turned back to him. “What else do I need?” punsandtofu: “A fork and a small bowl to mix it in.” He proceeded to work on the actual cake mix. Being more accustomed to cooking, he could multi-task a bit. Cue the small talk. “Did you hear the Grim Reaper originally wanted to be a comedian? He misunderstood what people meant when they said he needed to work on his execution.” azarathian: She continued on with her task for the recipe, this time taking more care and using a gentler hand when it came to mixing. “You and him have that in common,” she drawled before eyeing his reaction. punsandtofu: “You mean we both knock ‘em dead?” He grinned. azarathian: “Would take an early grave over listening to more of your jokes,” she smirked right back. punsandtofu: “Well, being a ghost is the in thing right now. Such spirit!” azarathian: “Now you’re just desperate,” she watched him through bored eyes. punsandtofu: He just shrugged and resumed mixing. azarathian: She followed suit and continued to mix as well, this time slightly surprised by the fact she was keeping it all in the bowl. A gentle hand was the trick, she was beginning to learn. Azar knows where she got the notion that aggressive handling of ingredients was the way forward. punsandtofu: They finally managed to get everything prepared and the cake was in the oven. The kitchen was a mess, but, nothing was on fire or electrocuted, so Beast Boy considered it a success. “Okay. We got about half an hour while it bakes.” He took of his chef hat and placed his gloves back on before flopping on the couch. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” azarathian: If Beast Boy considered it a success, Raven considered it a miracle. Albeit, the cake wasn’t out the oven and completely finished yet, but with her friend’s guidance, she had managed to get through almost the entire recipe without screwing up too badly. And perhaps, with some luck, the cake would be edible by the time it came out. “Speak for yourself,” she sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to him. A stray hair fell in her face and she looked as if she’d run a marathon. “Thanks, though,” she said softly, feeling a small accomplishment within. punsandtofu: “No prob. So, same time next week?” He half joked. azarathian: “… We’ll see,” she joked back, unsure of whether she actually meant it or not. She had enjoyed the experience a lot more than she thought she would, and had learnt a few useful cooking tricks for the future as well, so she couldn’t really berate the idea of possibly doing it again. And who knew, perhaps this time the results of her efforts wouldn’t turn out to be burnt and bubbling sludge. punsandtofu: “Alright.” He flopped his arm over and felt around. “Where’s the remooote?” He whined. azarathian: “Just get up and turn it on,” she stated, leaning back into the couch cushions. punsandtofu: “I thought I was the one who made unfunny jokes around here.” azarathian: “Can’t argue with that,” she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, before standing and walking across to the TV herself. She knew he wasn’t going to do it. Once the TV turned on, she realized she had dominance over what they watched, considering he was too lazy to get up and select the channel himself. So she decided upon something that caught her fancy - a documentary on Lord Byron - then promptly slumped back down to the comfort of the couch. punsandtofu: The documentary served as white noise, quickly putting the changeling to sleep. He was soon snoring slightly and drooling a bit. azarathian: Within the first five minutes Raven was hooked on the program. She figured Beast Boy had been too exhausted to even attempt to argue over what they were going to watch. She crossed one leg over the other and indulged in the period of rest they were getting after such a draining session of baking. At least when the oven went off they’d have a (hopefully) tasty reward for their hard work. After fifteen minutes, above the voice of the documentary’s narrator, Raven heard a deep, heavy breathing to her right. Prying her eyes from the television screen, they shifted to glimpse the boy beside her, who was now deep in a well-deserved slumber. A bemused smile crawled upon Raven’s face as she watched his chest lift and fall, then, careful not to disturb him, she stood from the couch and made her way back to the kitchen. punsandtofu: The recent events influenced the shapeshifter’s dreams. He dreamed that he was on a cooking show and Raven was his assistant. He was able to cook perfectly, but Raven was a bit of a klutz and had a tendency to make mistakes. Whenever she did, he would make a joke and the audience would laugh. The dream took a strange(r) turn when Raven started crying at being laughed at. He paused the show to make jokes about himself for the audience to laugh at instead. He then gave Raven a hug to let her know everything was alright. “Don’t cry. It’s okay…” He slurred in his sleep. azarathian: Arriving back in the kitchen, the magus paced towards the recipe sheet sitting on the counter. She looked down and placed a lone finger back to the step they were up to. Twenty minutes had gone by now, and so only another ten remained before the cake should be able to come out of the oven. With a newfound confidence, Raven knelt down to peer inside the glass window of the oven. The cake was rising and looked like it was keeping its shape - a good sign. Perhaps this would be the first thing she’d make which was not only edible, but tasty. Still, she didn’t want to get her hopes up yet. She leaned against the kitchen counter for the following ten minutes, waiting patiently for the time to be up and watching the TV screen from a distance whilst she did. The sound was quieter from this far away, but she felt the need to be close to the oven to check on the cake every minute or two, just in case. And every minute or two, her eyes also drifted for a moment to the back of the sleeping boy’s head. punsandtofu: If he were awake, Beast Boy would be proud. Now, however, he was dreaming another dream. Now, he was back with his parents, his biological parents. He was a child again, but still had his powers and was still called Beast Boy. His parents called him over to meet his new sister. It was Raven, looking like the little girl she was when Trigon had taken over. He didn’t question why she was a few years old, yet somehow just born. It was a dream, after all. “Hi! I’m Beast Boy! What’s your name?” He smiled at the girl. The girl stayed quiet, not saying anything. He cocked his head before taking her hand and running towards a tree. “C’mon! Let’s have fun!” azarathian: The oven dinged. With haste, she knelt down before it again and peered inside through the window. “Please don’t be burnt,” she muttered to no one in particular, turning the heat off and reaching for an oven mitt. With anticipation, she lowered the oven door, and was greeted with what looked to be a perfectly risen, golden brown cake. She exhaled a sigh of relief before pulling out the oven tray and placing it down on a heat-proof surface. Now it had to cool, before being frosted. Feeling a sense of triumph, Raven walked back to the sofa to continue watching her program whilst the cake waited in the kitchen and cooled. On her way round the couch, she spotted that same cake-spatter the boy had missed on his cheek earlier. Pausing for a moment, she eyed it, and watched him overcome by sleep. She wasn’t sure why, but stealthily, Raven leant down to his level and used the edge of her hand to swipe the patch away. She smiled to herself. He hadn’t awoken, hadn’t even flinched. For the next hour, she would sit back in front of the TV and get lost in another documentary while her teammate slept. punsandtofu: The green teen continued to dream, climbing a tree with his new little sister. He was eventually able to get her name, Raven. “Raven, huh?… That’s cool… I can turn into a raven…” He mumbled in his sleep. In his dream, he proceeded to morph into a raven and perch on her shoulder, getting a giggle out of her. He smiled as he slept. “You think that’s funny?… I’ve got some jokes…” He murmured before he resumed snoring. A little while later, he woke up. He sat up on the couch and stretched with a yawn. Scratching his head, he looked to where Raven had been. “Man, I just had the weirdest- Where’d ya go?” azarathian: The hour passed quickly. Probably because she was really enjoying the show she was watching, not to mention relishing the much-needed relaxation time. The boy beside her was still lost in dream-land, and just as she stood to return to the cake, he seemed to mumble something in his sleep. She almost snorted. What on earth was he dreaming about? Clearly she was in it - unless he knew someone else by her name (very unlikely). The empath chose not to intrude upon his doze and whatever he subconsciously spouted any longer, opting to make herself useful and wander back to the kitchen where their cake awaited. She referred back to the recipe sheet. Of course, the cake needed to be frosted… Something she’d never tried before, let alone on her own. Still, it wasn’t going to decorate itself, and perhaps if she could create something that smelled this tempting, she could make it look just as much so. With difficulty, she tried earnestly to do her best at frosting the cake. Her hand slipped here and there, and the finish was slightly messy, but she did it. “Where’d ya go?” she heard from across the room. “Come here,” she returned, looking down at her ‘masterpiece’. punsandtofu: “Mmkay.” He stood up and headed for the kitchen, assuming she needed help. “Did the oven go off yet?” His eyes widened when he saw the completed cake. “Dude! You did that by yourself?! How?! I mean… I knew you could do it!” He grinned widely and gave a thumbs up. azarathian: Appreciating the appraisal, she nodded and admired her efforts. “Yeah, somehow…” she said, smiling. “Wasn’t too hard, but it’s nothing fancy. Didn’t wanna push my luck.” After all, she seemed to have spent all her luck having produced a cake that looked as good as the one before her did. “You were asleep, so.” punsandtofu: “It looks good! Asleep… That reminds me; I had the weirdest dreams! You were in ‘em. We had our own cooking show and I was really funny and stuff! And in the other one, we were, like, siblings? You were my younger sister somehow and we were running around being kids,” he laughed. azarathian: Leaning one hand against the tabletop, the magus turned to him. “Wow, you funny? Must’ve been a crazy dream,” she smirked. “Weird imagination you got there.” punsandtofu: “Oh, c’mon, Rae. I’ve made you laugh before.” azarathian: “Uh huh,” she muttered vaguely, choosing to swiftly change the subject and draw their attention back to the cake. “So, want to try it?” punsandtofu: The subject change worked. “Well, it’s not gonna try itself!” He scampered off to get a cake spatula and returned, holding it up with a big grin. azarathian: Almost nervously, she slid the cake over to him. All that work would be for nothing if it tasted awful. “Okay, but I’m not taking responsibility if you’re poisoned.” punsandtofu: He paled a little. “Did you put something in there that wasn’t part of the recipe?” azarathian: “No,” her eyes rolled. “But this is something I’ve made, don’t forget.” Consuming something Raven had made in itself was a frightening concept, from past experience. punsandtofu: “Something we made.” He clarified as he cut two slices. azarathian: He was right, to be fair. Still, she was apprehensive. What if it tasted awful? Only one way to find out… “After you,” she insisted, hesitant to take the first bite. punsandtofu: “Gee, thanks.” He got out a fork and took a bite. It looked good, it smelled good, and judging from the look on his face, it tasted good. azarathian: There was a pause. “Well? Is it safe?” she half-joked, eyeing his reaction and awaiting an answer before trying her own slice. punsandtofu: He thought for a moment before holding his slice away from her. “No. I better eat it all to keep you safe.” azarathian: Raven scoffed, clearly unconvinced. “I couldn’t let you do that,” she replied, before taking her slice in hand. “Gonna risk it…” To her surprise, it tasted good. Really good. She was shocked, to say the least, but mostly relieved and somewhat proud. “Wow. We didn’t die,” she joked. punsandtofu: He snickered, munching happily on the cake. “Or maybe we did and we’re in Heaven.” azarathian: Taking another bite, she relished the taste and reminded herself of why something she’d worked on could turn out as successful as their cake had. It was thanks to his help. “Well, I’d say we did well, chef,” she remarked, offering him once more the satisfaction of being her superior. punsandtofu: Beast Boy gasped. “Raven’s smiling and being nice to me! I am in Heaven! “ azarathian: Her blithe expression fell to one lacking all amusement. Brows flat against her eyes, she levitated a rogue spoon in black behind the other’s head and promptly flung it at his temple - light enough so it wouldn’t hurt him, but hard enough so it’d quell his smugness. “Don’t push it,” she warned, her signature drone returning, as she walked back over to the couch with her slice and plate in hand. punsandtofu: “Ow!” He yelped mostly out of surprise before rubbing his head. He sighed. “Well, that didn’t last long. Guess someone brought me back.” He sat down as well to eat his cake. azarathian: Well, someone had to keep him from getting too cocky. Raven took another bite before a thought occurred to her. “We should probably tell the others that we’ve made cake for them,” she said. punsandtofu: “They back yet? Robin and Star went on a date or something and Cyborg went to some all you can eat thing that didn’t know about him yet.” azarathian: “Oh, then maybe not,” she returned, somewhat disappointed, though she didn’t show it. The sooner her teammates got to realize what she was capable of making in the right hands, the better. And truth be told, she was very proud of her first success. “We’ll catch them later.” Raven nestled back into the sofa as she had before, observing whatever new show had come onto the channel that had been playing in the background whilst they’d been eating their first bites of cake. Secrets of Italy’s Ancient Ruins - nice. Feeling more content than she had in quite some time, the girl indulged in the treat on her plate and the documentary on the TV screen before her. There was one thing the two had forgotten, though… Behind them, the kitchen was coated in spilled ingredients, floury heaps and dirty dishes. Oh well. They’d see to it after the show was over. [ FIN~ ]

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