#idk what to call these- like cinnamon roll bites of a fic

[prismaticpichu]

An arachnophobic Zack watching in awe as Sephiroth, instead of squashing the spider he discovered in his apartment, gingerly releases it on the windowsill.

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“Wow, bud…” Zack sounds almost sheepish. “I didn’t know you liked spiders.”

Sephiroth shrugs, a certain thoughtfulness in his eyes as he tosses the paper towel out. “They’re…. perfectly fine creatures.” Though he is admittedly fascinated by their webbing patterns, yes, he can’t deny that there is more motivating him than simply that. More plucking at him, reaching deeper strings.

A pensive, weary look crosses the warrior’s face, his gaze suddenly heavy with stones of the past. Somewhat faraway. Floating.

Zack’s sheepishness is eclipsed by concern. “Seph? You okay, pal?”

He can never hide things from Zack anymore. Not that he wishes to.

Sephiroth again shrugs, lightly huffing. “There’s countless people and monsters that have fallen by my hand. Almost all of them were in the line of duty. Against my control.” He glances at the window, where the spider has already vanished into the velvet night, free and safe and spared.

“I try to do right when that control is mine.”

Zack watches his friend for several beats, letting a swathe of silence stretch between them. And then he gets up, from the couch where he had taken cover, making his way across the room to pull his friend into a warm, proud hug.

He squeezes tight, a gentle smile pressed into the leather collar.

“…And they called you a Demon.”

[acciojaeyun]

underneath the table | fred weasley smut

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader (royal!au) warnings: (18+) nsfw, voyeurism, oral, male-receiving? a bit of edging, spitting. idk what else to add here except the fact that this was filthy and i needed to cave into fred weasley, yk. prompts: “i’m sensitive, please”

a/n: here's the part two to those who've asked from the first part of the fic!! i always love some pining with dear ol' freddie. so, ofc, this will have a third part 🙈

summary: y/n y/l/n was as needy as ever for fred weasley after the last encounter where they were interrupted the last time. now, as another opportunity presents itself to y/n, she knows she has to do something about it.

"Miss Y/N," Madame Pomfrey says as she makes a quick rundown on her list, minutes before another banquette is to be held in the kingdom, as Hon. Ron, the family's youngest son, had announced his engagement with the Lady Granger - or Hermione, as she likes to be called most of the times - therefore, another celebration is expected.

Which meant Y/N had spent most of her free days instead of helping in formwork every Saturday with Fred hovering above her anytime he got, she spent the day going with Madame Pince and Madame Pomfrey for the preparation, from the cleaning of the chambers to buying vegetables, meat, and other raw ingredients from the merchants in King's Cross.

So, Fred, whose favourite day was Saturday considering he gets to see more of Y/N during the second to the last day weekend, was immediately displeased - to say the least. In fact, his team had won by the number of bludgers he had beaten off, leaving at least one or two for George to deal with.

"Pray thee, brother," George kids Fred as they unmounted the broom, with Fred emphasizing each action by harshly throwing his own away, leaving a loud thud as George found the whole scene entertaining. "take a breather or the next time I see you the whole broom closet is torn down into pieces of wood."

Fred rolled his eyes, shaking off his rather sweaty hair, removing his gears in such a fierce manner.

"Ah, still no attitude adjustment from Y/N, I assume?" George whispers, laughing almost immediately as Fred meets his gaze as he nonchalantly removed all of his gear.

"There's no attitude adjustment," Fred mutters, freeing the top section of his hair from the tight pony he has placed it in.

"Yet," George replies, winking at Fred, who, in turn, just slapped the back of his head, with George exclaiming a playful wince of pain as he returned the gesture to his older twin. "Don't know why you just can't ask her out, though, she seems pretty in love with you."

Fred shrugs, and immediately George knew. "Mum and Dad both know that we don't take rules by the book, Freddie. We simply have a mind of our own."

The older twin didn't dare to respond. He knows how he and George have a mind of their own, yes, he and his twin always had blown up different rooms and bathrooms - causing plumbers and carpenters to be working more than their usual hours.

With one pat on the shoulder from George, they made their way outside the Quidditch closet, with Ginny following closely behind with a pastry in her hand.

"Where'd you get that?" George asks as he tries to pinch off a part from Ginny, who had successfully whisked the bun away before George could get a hold of it.

"This," Ginny says before taking the last bite, "is from Y/N. If you want you could ask for one, or let Fred ask, I'm sure she'll give more than one." Ginny winks at Fred.

"I'm pretty sure she'll give the whole basket if Fred's the one who'll ask," Harry follows in, making them laugh as Fred huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Those are for later, you know she only gave you that bun since you’re her favourite Weasley," Fred says, still annoyed by the fact that he had not seen Y/N the whole day. "I beg to differ," Ginny counters, wiping off the cinnamon-covered fingers on her handkerchief, "when she got back, the first thing she asked after greeting me was where you are, I'm pretty sure I'm second."

"When did I fall into third place?" George pouts, making Fred punch his arm.

"Where is she?" Fred turns to Ginny as they neared the marble staircase towards the castle.

As soon as Fred has taken a shower and changed into comfier clothes, he finds himself wandering over the Kitchens four hours before the banquette - while he knows Y/N might be busy preparing, he couldn't help it, especially when he had witnessed the beauty of each curve that her body possessed. It was as if she was the finest wine Fred desperately needed to taste and devour, and he'll do everything to taste it - and for all he knew, Fred always got his things his way.

So, when Fred sees Madame Pomfrey leave the Kitchens with maidens following about her, he tries to recognise each lady, and when he realises Y/N was not included in the roster, he sneaks his way down to the Kitchens.

Lo, and behold, the fairest maiden his eyes had ever seen. Y/N was chopping the vegetables in such serenity Fred always found himself drawn towards. He took quiet steps, so much for not trying to break her focused stance before placing his hands on her hips, making Y/N jolt as she felt the touch.

"Goodness, sire," Y/N chuckles nervously as she recognises the familiar scent of the man who had his hands on the expanse of her hips. "you scared me."

"Where were you?" Fred ignores her remark, sliding his hands to her waist as he pulls the body against his, his body flushing at the contact, and sooner enough, he was getting turned on by the way he acknowledges he felt her skin beneath his touch.

"Head maiden duties, I had to accompany mesdames," Y/N whispers, hands failing to chop the vegetables on her board as she basks in the presence of the attractive young man whom she had been pining ever since.

Fred smirks at how Y/N tries her very best to stay composed, and soon enough, Fred places his chin on her shoulder as his hands enveloped Y/N's, guiding her hands in chopping the vegetables.

"You know you do have magic, right?" Fred whispers as his lips ghost the shell of her ear, kitten licking a small portion of her skin, making the lass shiver at the action. "Yes, sire," Y/N responds, biting her lip.

"But I prefer you guiding me on how to do it," Y/N responds timidly, making Fred's breath hitch and for him to let out a low groan. "God, m'lady," Fred chuckles as he presses his hips against her bum, "you don't know what you do to me."

Y/N places down her knife and spins around, making Fred lose his balance before gripping the edge of the counter Y/N had been working on, trapping the lady between his arms, their lips almost touching at the very small distance between them.

"Then let me know," Y/N says, and Fred immediately places his mouth on hers, pushing his hips against the crotch as much as he can, considering that her flowy dress didn't give him much access to it. Y/N moaned, hands intertwining behind Fred's neck as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.

Fred, with only half a mind, had successfully pushed the vegetables aside as well as the other kitchenware, taking a hold of her thighs to aid her as he told her to jump and seat on the counter. Y/N's legs spread wide as Fred hoisted the fabric towards the top of her thighs, giving him room as he tried to dry hump against her clothed crotch.

"Merlin, baby," Fred says as soon as their kiss broke, eyes meeting hers as his hips rutted against her, with Y/N sensually trying to meet his rhythm. "a fucking goddess you are - a slut - but a goddess." he winks at her, making Y/N blush.

But as soon as things could escalate further, the lad and the lass both heard the faint voice of Madame Pomfrey, with the heels of her shoes clicking against the marble stone floor.

"Shit," Fred says, pulling Y/N down from the counter and casting a verbal spell to fix the things on the counter. As soon as the counter was back to normal, he faced the lass, almost groaning at the sight of her: flushed, with dark eyes in such a stare he knew was only reserved for him.

"God, are you so sexy," Fred says as he pecks her lips more than once. "dinner duties?" he asks as the steps become loud with each second. Y/N shook her head, "They wanted me to rest."

Fred hummed, "Be there at the dining hall, alright? I'll miss you,"

"But, sir -"

"Lord's orders," he winked before turning Y/N around and making her take hold of the knife and usher her back to chopping.

"Oh, Lord Weasley! What a surprise," Madame Pomfrey says with a gasp as she finds him walking around the Kitchens, looking dishevelled, but the Housekeeper remained ignorant. "To who do I offer the visit?"

"I got hungry, looked for something to eat," Fred shrugged, "would you be serving the custards later, Madame Pomfrey?" he follows up a second later as the Housekeeper was about to respond.

"Oh, yes, sire, in fact, Y/N was the one who said to serve that tonight," Madame Pomfrey smiles. "Do you have any more requests for the dinner tonight, my Lord?"

"I'm good, thank you," Fred smiles, "but if I were to get hungry and needed those custards before dessert, I could ask Y/N right?" he smirks as Y/N's blush deepened.

"Of course, sir," Madame Pomfrey replies.

"Good, now, will you excuse me," Fred says, excusing himself, without him not trying to sneak a wink in Y/N's way.

And excuse herself was something Y/N tries to do as the banquette neared and some invited guests arrived at the Dining Hall. She hadn't seen Fred since he made his presence known in the Kitchens, and to say that the encounter made her underwear wet was an understatement. In fact, the whole time she had been preparing the custard flans, she has been looking at the door of the Kitchens ever now and so often as Fred said a while ago, and she only had stopped when Madame Pomfrey had called out her attention regarding it.

She huffs in annoyance as it dawns on her that Fred wasn't going to go down before dinner, and it almost pushes her to the edge when she had walked past him across the halls and he hadn't spared a glance at her.

How dare you, Y/N thinks.

And that was why she finds herself tucked underneath the long table of the Dining Hall, and she silently thanks herself for having to have chosen a thicker and longer table cover that reached the floor, for if not, she would be having a difficult time trying to act upon Fred's endless teasing.

So, as soon as she sees the familiar leather shoes clicking against the floor with the gold buckle that she knew was Fred's, she situates herself in front of the chair that Fred stopped at, and as soon as he took a seat, Y/N tries to contemplate whether what she was thinking of was worth the risk.

Goddamn it, Y/N bites her lip, I'm doing it.

Y/N had given ample time for Fred to situate during dinner, and her heart almost flutters as she held back a chuckle when Fred started tapping his foot impatiently on the floor as he tried to fidget, as if he were searching for someone.

When Fred's impatient foot-tapping had come to a halt, that is when Y/N's fingers lightly danced on Fred's knee, making Fred's knee jerk and hit the table, with Fred slightly groaning at the sudden action, and her laughing lightly as Fred tries to excuse what had happened.

Not a long while after, a teaspoon had fallen from the table, and Y/N stayed still as she didn't know whose silverware had fallen. Her breath hitched as she tried to keep it in, and sooner enough, she was met by a mischievous grin of Fred's.

Fred winks at her as he retrieves the spoon from the ground, making her blush as Fred pulls his chair closer to the table, much to Y/N's comfortability.

Y/N takes the lead as she tries to unbuckle Fred's trousers, pulling them down slightly as her breath ghosts on the black boxers Fred had worn. Her lips leave a kiss on the bulge that was starting to grow from the crotch, and her underwear, if it had been wet before, was getting wetter than it was a while ago.

She bites her lip before pulling the trousers down to pool at Fred's ankles, tongue immediately latching on Fred's clothed cock, making the lad jump in his seat. His hips involuntarily bucked slightly, an act which Y/N took that he wanted more.

But Y/N was not willing to comply - not yet - that's why she pushed his hips down on the chair, making Fred choke on his food, and Y/N smirked as she found the situation pleasant. She kept on kissing the covered dick, with her tongue going out every now and then to lick him under the fabric.

Her hands which were used to push Fred's hips down held the side of his thighs, pinching the muscular flesh as her teeth bit the band of his boxers, pulling it down sensually as she felt Fred tense up. Her fingers immediately tapped on his skin, soothing him down.

As soon as the pants were discarded along with his trousers, Y/N wasted no time and immediately licked his throbbing dick from the base to the tip of his head, taking her time to flick the skin from the head, tongue running across the slit of his cock.

Y/N's left hand went in between his thighs to cup his balls, wriggling her hand as she tried to massage as she bobbed her head up and down the impressive length of Fred. The hand that was used to cup Fred's thigh was now used to jack off his penis, her chest heaving out in such intensity as she tried to catch her breath.

Her fingers tightened and squeezed around the head, and soon, she was spitting on his head and smearing her saliva throughout the head, spreading it out on his dick before divulging again.

Fred's left hand went down the table, his thighs jerking every now and then as he tried to answer the small talk he found himself in, his hand tried to search for Y/N's right hand, to which Y/N had noticed, and after wiping the saliva-coated hands with Fred's thigh, she reached her hand towards Fred's and intertwined her hands with his.

"Fuck," Y/N breathed out as she paused from giving head to Fred, as it was challenging with his length and girth; hitting the back of her throat every down and then as she tried to eat him out whole.

Y/N was jerking Fred's dick off with such intensity, noting how Fred has been trying to suppress his squirming by tapping his foot and tightening his grip on their intertwined hands. She saw how Fred tried to buck his hips towards her mouth, and Y/N helped Fred by putting him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down with her tongue following suit, as her hand jacked off the remaining flesh that her mouth couldn't reach.

The hand which was used to massage his balls have been discarded, as she had already pushed down her hand to her underwear, teasing her clit before pushing two fingers inside her, desperately wanting to chase Fred's orgasm so she could come with the man.

It was at the same time when Y/N felt her orgasm approaching as Fred's right hand was now grasping her jaw, guiding her to be fast in order for him to come as his left hand dug his fingernails into Y/N's right hand. He didn't know Y/N was touching herself, and Y/N didn't know that Fred was doing everything in his willpower what was happening to him underneath the table.

Y/N quickened the pace on his cock, the noise of his skin on his mouth as well as her gagging was enough to turn her on, good thing that the Dining Hall was packed; as it drowned out the sinful noise that came under the table, had anyone been attentive enough.

Fred's hands stilled on Y/N, signalling that he was about to come, at the same time Y/N also came on her fingers, drenching her undergarments with her release. Fred's cum splattered down to the back of her throat, the salty yet sweet liquid burning up her tongue as she milked out his climax.

When Y/N felt that he was done, she swallowed the cum and pulled him out of her mouth and licked him clean slowly with her tongue, earning a squirm from Fred as he leaned against the chair, slightly peering at her from where she knelt on the ground in front of him.

"I'm sensitive," he mouthed, eyebrows furrowing as he met the innocent gaze of Y/N when she kitten-licked his overstimulated head. "Please," she followed his request.

Y/N winked and opened her mouth, indirectly telling him that she has swallowed his load. Fred's hooded eyelids looked at her in awe as he tried to breathe deeply without being obvious. His hands made way to her jaw and he ran his fingers on her cheek, "So pretty," he whispered.

Dinner soon ended after what seemed like a long while, but the night will soon be longer, for as Y/N reappeared - though looking unkempt - at the Dining Hall, clearing the tables as if she had not been underneath the table throughout, Fred cleared his throat and whispered to her, "Chambers, in two hours."

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[kirishimaswife2819]

Cold Days || Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

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Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Hey!! Idk if you take fic request but if you do, could you please write one where the reader and Bakugo are dating, and whenever it's cold they always have an all day cuddle session. So it's a known fact within the class that whenever they are cuddling not to bother them because Bakugo will get mad. And so maybe one day someone does interrupt?

Summary: Whenever it’s cold out, you and Katsuki always have an all day cuddle session. But this time, Kaminari decides to interrupt and make Bakugou mad

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I didn’t really focus so much on the person interrupting and more on just Bakugou and you having like an all cuddle session, so I hope that’s okay! -Danielle <3

“Katsuki?” You asked, looking up at your sleeping boyfriend, from your spot beside him. He had an arm around your waist, and you both your arms were wrapped around him, while being cuddled up to his side.

“What?” He asked, opening his eyes a bit to look at you.

“Are you ready to get up? I know we have the day off, but-”

“We’re not getting up,” he replied, pulling you tighter against him.

“Katsuki, we had an all day cuddle session last week, we can’t do it again this week,” you said, frowning at him.

“Who says?” He asked.

“I say,” you replied.

“Okay, and I say we have an all day cuddle session, it’s freezing out right now, it’s not like we can go anywhere anyway,” he said.

“I mean, we could go-”

“No.”

“You’re difficult,” you said, jokingly rolling your eyes, “Can I at least go get us some breakfast?”

“No, I’ll just have Shitty Hair grab us something,” Bakugou replied, grabbing his phone off of his nightstand and sending a text to his best friend, “What do you want?”

“Cinnamon rolls?” You asked.

“Dumbass, those aren’t healthy,” Bakugou replied, but still sent Kirishima a text about what you wanted.

“It’s not healthy to stay in bed all day either, but here we are,” you replied.

“Whatever,” Bakugou replied, letting you unwrap his arm and get into a comfier position. You ended up with your head on his chest, the rest of your body resting between his legs, and his arms wrapped around your waist. Once you were finally comfy, you looked up at him. Bakugou looked amazing right after he woke up. He always looked so relaxed, which wasn’t something you saw often, and that, paired with his messy hair, made him look absolutely perfect.

“Stop staring at me, dumbass,” Bakugou said, making eye contact with you, causing you to blush.

“I can’t help it,” you replied, “You look perfect when you wake up.”

“Tch, don’t say things like that,” Bakugou said.

“Why not? It’s true,” you replied.

“Damn right it is,” Bakugou replied, and he was about to say something else, when you heard a knock on the door.

“Hey Bakubro! It’s me, can I come in?” Kirishima asked, from the other side of the door.

“Yeah,” Bakugou called back, causing Kirishima to open the door and step in.

“Hey guys, I got your cinnamon rolls,” Kirishima said, handing Bakugou two white paper bags, filled with about three or four cinnamon rolls in each.

“I thought you said that cinnamon rolls weren’t healthy,” you said, looking at your boyfriend.

“Staying in bed all day isn’t healthy either,” he said, using a dumb voice to mock you, causing you to your roll your eyes, before looking to Kirishima.

“Thanks Kiri,” you said, giving him a grateful smile.

“No problem, L/n,” He replied, giving you a small smile, before looking back to his best friend, “See you later, Bakugou. If you guys need anything else, just text me.” With that, Kirishima left, leaving you and Bakugou alone once again.

You and Katsuki readjusted positions, so you were sitting with your back up against his chest, so you two could eat comfortably. 

“Here, dumbass,” Bakugou said, handing you your bag of cinnamon rolls. You took it and wasted no time in shoving one in your mouth, and taking a big bite. Since you were comfortable around Bakugou, you didn’t bother wiping your face off when the icing from the cinnamon roll got on it.

“Stop being messy, dumbass. It’s gross and makes you look bad,” Bakugou said, even though he really didn’t mean it, and you knew this, so you didn’t take it personally.

“Oh, shut up, you should see your face when you get really pissed off,” you said.

“What the hell did you say!?” He yelled, causing you to jump.

“Ow! Can you not yell right into my ear!?” You yelled back.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, before speaking again, “But what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, I just mean-”

You were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Hey, Bakugou,” Kaminari’s voice came, as he entering the room, not waiting for Bakugou to say he could come in, “Hey, I know you guys are kind of having one of your cuddle days, but I really need help studying for the test tomorrow.” Just then, you noticed the stack of books Kaminari was holding.

“Fuck off,” Bakugou simply said.

“But I-”

“Get out,” Bakugou said, glaring at the other blonde boy.

“But, I really need help on this, and I-”

“Are you going deaf, idiot!? I said to get out,” Bakugou said, moving you out of his way so that he could stand up.

“Please, Bakugou, I’ll do literally anything. I can’t fail this test,” Kaminari begged, as Bakugou got closer to him.

“Get out,” Bakugou growled, trapping Kaminari between the door and him by putting a hand on the wall.

“Fine,” Kaminari said, slipping away from Katsuki. Your boyfriend removed his hand from the wall, so Kaminari could open the door and leave. Bakugou slammed his bedroom door, before sitting down on the bed. You were now leaning up against the wall, but the other one, since his bed was in the corner. Bakugou crossed his arms, still pissed that Kaminari interrupted.

“Don’t be a grouch, Bakugou. He wasn’t even here five minutes,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m still mad,” Bakugou said, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Okay, well, if you’re mad then I guess I’ll just go,” you said, shoving the last bit of your last cinnamon roll into your mouth, before going to slide off the bed, but Bakugou grabbed you by your wrist, pulling you back to him. As soon as you were back to him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder.

“You’re not going anywhere, dumbass,” Bakugou said, hugging you tighter for a second to emphasize his point.

“Fine, ya big baby,” you said, cuddling into him

“I am not a baby,” Bakugou said.

“Yes you are, you go to bed early, you refuse to leave bed, you made Kirishima bring you food, you got mad because Kaminari interrupted our cuddle session, sure sounds like a baby to me,” you replied, causing Bakugou to spin you around real quick, and kiss your lips.

“Do babies do that?” Bakugou asked, “I can still taste that fucking icing on your lips.”

“No, babies do not do that, and I’m sure you can, I just ate cinnamon rolls a few minutes ago, dumbass,” you said.

“Don’t call me a dumbass,” Bakugou said, “I’m the only one allowed to call somebody a dumbass.”

“Not true, dumbass,” you said, adding on the dumbass just to make him mad.

“You really want to play this game, dumbass?” Bakugou asked, giving you a  fake glare.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, dumbass,” you replied. And the two of you spent the rest of the day cuddling, and calling each other dumbasses. 

[an-american-teen-against-crime]

First fic O.o

Hi so I wrote a fic about Frank and Joe because I wanna get better at writing lol so pls enjoy if you read!

The Midnight Case-Cracking Escapades of Frank and Joe Hardy 

The basement of the Hardy home  or as Joe liked to call it, “the science lab,” served as the boys’ center of operations. It was where Frank spent his longest nights; researching, experimenting, and discovering their biggest revelations. It played an important role in every case they solved.

However, “science lab” still seemed like a bit of an overstatement. 

It was one large room, made up of four unfinished walls and a concrete floor which required Frank’s favorite pair of fuzzy wiki-tiki socks from Big Island Mike’s. 

Joe had taken great care in setting everything up, from the bulletin board hung against the wall of the staircase, to the microscope and filing cabinet in the back corner. They even had a makeshift dark room in the right corner for developing Joe’s rolls of film (he claimed evidence was easier to capture in this format; Frank had yet to actually test this theory). Everything including their computers was fairly outdated, due to Joe rummaging through whatever he could find in their local junkyard and promising Frank he’d make use of it.

He had been right though- that label maker really had come in handy.

The lighting wasn’t the best, and sometimes the reflection of the ceiling lamps on Frank’s glasses gave him a headache.

He dropped his glasses onto the table in front of him and massaged his temples before putting them back on. Maybe the lights weren’t the cause. Maybe it was the fact that this case seemed impossible to figure out.

Glancing back up at the case board, Frank’s eyes followed the red yarn connecting what little pieces of evidence they already had. Had they always been blurred together like that? He needed more coffee. Or maybe a bagel. Did they have bagels?

The furnace kicked on, shocking Frank back into reality. He needed to focus- there was a case to solve. Clues. Evidence. Testimonies. Bagels.

His stomach grumbled.

“I got us snacks.” Frank could hardly hear Joe speak as his footsteps thundered down the wooden stairs. 

“Did you bring the bagels?” Frank asked.

“Dude,” Joe placed a bag of doritos and a plate of cookies on the desk. “We cleaned those out like a week ago.”

Frank made his classic I’m-annoyed-and-will-find-some-way-to-pin-this-on-you face at Joe and snagged a cookie.

“You sure you didn’t miss them? Mom always buys extra and puts them in the freezer. Did you check the freezer?”

“Yes, Frank, I checked the freezer.”

“I wanna check.” Frank stuffed the rest of the cookie in his mouth and headed for the stairs.

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 “I told you there weren’t any bagels.”

Frank shrugged. “I guess you were right. Sorry I doubted you.”

Joe opened the fridge and rolled his eyes. Frank was always saying mature level-headed stuff like that just to get the upper hand. The upper hand on what, Joe wasn’t sure, but it was pretty annoying. Some asserting-the-older-sibling-dominance thing.

         Joe grabbed the orange juice and milk from the fridge and closed the door. “Make any progress while I was gone?”

         Frank snorted. “Nope.” He started to pour a box of cinnamon toast crunch into his bowl. “Everything’s blending together.”

         Joe handed him the milk jug and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. Joe was a juice fan- orange, apple, grape, grapefruit, you name it he drank it. Not just at breakfast, but at any hour of the day, which boggled Frank’s mind to no end.

         “Maybe we’re just focusing on the wrong details.” Joe suggested as he poured the juice into his glass.

         Frank munched his cereal, staring blankly into nothing. “Maybe we should read over the investigation log again,” he muttered thoughtfully, then took another bite.

         Joe groaned. Not the investigation log again. He took another sip of juice.

         “Hey, remember when I spilled juice all over our boss?”

         Frank choked and sputtered on a spoonful of cereal. “that was horrible,” he managed to get out between laughs. “And on his crazy expensive suit, too!”

         “And his phone,” Joe added. “Which, let’s be honest, I probably did a great service to the world by decommissioning his ability to call for at least a day.”

         “Ugh, he called us like every five minutes,” Frank leaned over the counter to finish his cereal. “I was just glad for that case to be over.”

         Joe hopped up on the counter, and sat on it across from where Frank stood. “He didn’t even pay us, even after all that time we spent searching for his stupid laptop.”

         “You did spill juice on him Joe.”

         “What a waste of perfectly good juice.” Joe said ruefully. “Rest in peace, five dollar fresh-squeezed orange juice.”

         Frank raised his spoon in solidarity.

         “It was juice well spent though. Pretty sure Lance Huffington will never try to hire us again.”

         “Wait!” Joe lightly smacked his brother on the shoulder. “FRANK!”

         “What?”

         Joe dramatically slammed his cup onto the counter. “JUICE!”

         Frank’s eyes widened. “Holy crap! You’re right!”

         The boys dropped their dishes in the sink and dashed back down to the lab below.

         Frank didn’t get a bagel, but Joe’s revelation was exactly what they needed to find their next lead. They stayed up for several more hours well into the morning, piecing together each bit of evidence and research they had. Joe broke out the lab equipment for running tests. Frank intently organized every bit of information down to the tiniest detail.

         There were many exciting moments in the world of crime solving, and a multitude of reasons why both boys enjoyed it so much. However, they agreed that long nights like these were one of the best.

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Haha, I didn’t really know how to end this. But it’s here. If you’re wondering about the case I’m going to say someone was poisoned via their juice and the boys didn’t know how they died/got put in the hospital yet. Idk or maybe a prime suspect was a server who gave them juice or worked at a juice store. Aside from that, Joe likes the song “Juice” by Lizzo. Thank my siblings, specifically my sister for the majority of inspiration for this story- and Maddy/@professorhotchkissta (on tumblr) for the original story prompt haha, as well as all my friends for reading this and the lovely Becca aka @knockoutqueenoftheunderworld for her fabulous editing, ya’ll rock! 

[thetikkiroom]

Guinea Chat: Official Taste Tester Chapter 1: Let the Tests... Begin!

Ao3 link

“CHAT NOIR!” The sudden call reverberating off of the brick and metalwork of the Parisian rooftops made Chat Noir fumble in midair before catching himself. Perplexed, he looked around frantically while trying to calm his racing heart to a less adrenaline-induced state. He finally spotted his friend, Marinette, waving her arms like a lunatic with a beaming grin. Hoisting himself to a positon where he could launch himself over, he landed with a light tap just on the inside of the railing and bowed with a grin.

“To what do I owe the pleasure and terror, Princess?” He grinned teasingly.

“I need a guinea cat,” she answered, steepling her hands with a strange look in her eyes behind them. “My parents wouldn’t work and it’s too late at night to call any of my friends and I just can’t wait until tomorrow to do this and-” Marinette broke for breath “-help me, Chat Noir Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”

Chat Noir burst out laughing. “How can I say no, Princess?!” he gasped out, hands on his knees.

She gave another beaming grin and did a fist pump. “Yessss,"she hissed lowly "stay here, I’m gonna go get it.” She hopped down to her room below while Chat evened out his breathing. Not long after Chat’s breathing had returned to normal for the second time in only a few minutes (so many emotions in one day, what would his father say?) Marinette returned, placing a tray of different colored cupcakes on the balcony before pulling herself through the skylight. Bringing the tray over to her guinea cat, she explained “I wanted to try making a new cupcake recipe to share with my friends at school. But I don’t want to make too many different flavors, so…” she thrust the tray closer to Chat’s watering mouth. You’ll probably need the extra calories jumping around those rooftops, right?“

Chat Noir grinned as he chose a cupcake. "I shall try to be a good guinea cat for you, Princess. What’s this one?” He asked, holding up his chosen treat.

“That one should be… chocolate with a matcha buttercream icing and a raspberry cream cheese filling.”

So it went, Chat would pick up a cupcake and Marinette would tell him what was in it before he took a bite.

“I think I’ll be rolling across Parisian rooftops rather than jumping across them, Princess,” he whined good-naturedly. “How did you come up with so many weird - but tasty - combos?! Some of those cupcakes finally made me understand the reactions to food in Shokugeki no Soma!”

She giggled and blushed at his earnest compliments. “I saw a lot of recipes online and requests over the years to develop some ideas of tweaks that might work. It makes me glad that most of them did seem to work out! So which ones did you like the best?” She asked excitedly.

“If I tell you, can I get some more the next time I’m patrolling?” He gave her a wicked grin.

“Maybe you won’t get to try any of the next batch if you don’t tell me.” Marinette deadpanned, the corners of her mouth lifting as Chat Noir panicked.

“No, no! I’ll tell you! The first one - chocolate/matcha/raspberry? - the vanilla/bergamot��? whatever one, the cinnamon/gingerbread thing from Christmas HEAVEN, and that-that flower one!”

Marinette breathed out a relieved sigh. “That flower cupcake was the hardest one to get right” she confessed. “But worth it if you think it’s one of the best 4!” She thrust both hands skyward in triumph. “If everything goes well at school with those flavors, you may just get some more to taste test, M. Noir.”

Chat groaned from his spot on her balcony chair. “My brain and stomach say ‘no’ but my heart and taste buds scream 'YYYYEEEEESSSSS’” Chat made his voice as demonic sounding as possible.

Marinette giggled from behind her hands that failed to stifle the noise as Chat chuckled at her reaction. “I thank you and your stomach for your great sacrifice” she made her voice ridiculously regal sounding “I apologize for any inconvenience my request may have caused you… and your suit. As this is a school night, I must beg you to make haste home. Though not at the expense of some poor pedestrian below, I pray.”

“Your highness,” Chat played along, forcing himself to his feet “although the pain in my heart at leaving thee tonight is greater than even the pain in my poor, blissful stomach, I will do as begged. For the chance to eat such delicacies is worth any pain to my weakling stomach.” He stepped away with an overly dramatic bow before leaping away carefully, Marinette’s laughs following him through the air where her shout had bounced around earlier that night.

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Next Chapter

So many Marichat fics start with “Chat Noir?” And/or “what are you doing here?” In some form or variation. That didn’t seem to fit with them, so I wanted to try something else. I came up with the flavor combinations. The vanilla/bergamot is supposed to be a London Fog as a cupcake. I’ve heard of combining chocolate and matcha, but wondered about them with raspberry (idk, it sounds good to me). And there’s a bakery in France known for their flower cupcakes, so there’s that. (I think it’s in Nice, maybe?) (If anyone knows what bakery I’m talking about, I would appreciate the name and location so I can edit this note with it!)

If people would like a continuation, I’d be happy to. It’s just a toss up on whether Adrien reveals himself when she starts bringing cupcakes to class or if they get through more of these taste tests first.

[khaotungthanawat]

top 5/bottom 5

Rules: tag the person who tagged you, always post the rules, answer the questions, and add the date!  

Tagged by the fabulous @ikoliholic. Thank you, darling! 

So. My AO3 stats, huh? This should be depressing as fuck fun. :)

What are your five most popular works? (starting with the most kudos)

1, pull me out of line (make me beg and make me chase) - thor/loki - 587 kudos

Thor, a Roman general in the Emperor's army, becomes infatuated with Loki, a young pleasure slave. Smut ensues. Naturally.

I wrote this fic for a Thorki Secret Santa gift. It was woefully late (which is the reason why I will never participate in a gift fic exchange again), and gave me such trouble, but it finally came together and I’m still extremely proud of it.

2, gonna stretch you out (like a tape in a cassette) - thor/loki - 587 kudos

When Loki's phone buzzes against his thigh, it's a welcomed distraction. He slides the device out of his pocket and sneaks a glance at the screen. There's a message from Thor, and his stomach flips.

"Call me, baby."

A tie for the most notes I’ve ever received, which is kind of cool. I wrote this after reading “You Know What We Both Are” by @candyassgoth with her blessing. Her fic was filthy and delicious and I just wanted to keep the party rolling.

3, c-c-c-cinnamon lips (and candy kisses on my tongue) - thor/loki - 516 kudos

If their parents ever found out how much their relationship had changed, how often Loki would sit in his lap now, sobbing – and naked – with Thor’s fingers tickling him inside…

Well. ‘Cute’ would hardly be the word anyone would use.

I’m going to be honest - I think this is one of the best fics I’ve ever written. It came out (months late for Xmas...did I mention I’m untimely as fuck?) exactly the way I wanted it: filthy and sweet - my favorite. 

4, drink me like a liquor (come on and dip your dipper) - thor/loki - 515 kudos

Thor leans in close; Loki can catch the scent of his woodsy cologne. "Yes? What is it, baby?" His voice glides over Loki like warm silk. "Are you gonna be a good boy for Daddy?"

This is a sequel to “cassette” and is my longest fic (that I wrote by myself) to date at over 10k. IDK, I guess I just like to write them banging. And I’d been dying to write sex on the balcony, so I can check that off my bucket list. :)

5, when i fall in love (i fall down the rabbit hole) - thor/loki - 246 kudos

Loki knew he shouldn’t open the link. It was clearly click-bait. He normally scoffed at those things – they were crass and inane, but he paused scrolling when he read the title and with a small eye roll directed at his own stupid weakness, he clicked on it anyway.

This was written with my sweetheart @fourletterwordsstartingwithl as a birthday gift for @radiatorfromspace. We had a lot of fun working together on this, and I vow that I will write with her again, dammit. It’s one of only a handful of fics that I’ve written that isn’t porn, but it’s super sweet and features bunnies and daddying and cuddles. It’s very special to me.

What are your five least popular works? (starting with the least kudos)

Now, @ikoliholic worked out their kudos/hits ratio, but I am T E R R I B L E at math, so I’m just going to bite the bullet and list my poorest-performing fics and try not to let it get me down. 

undone - luke/reid (as the world turns) - 9 kudos

artemis -  luke/reid (as the world turns) - 12 kudos

sleepless in oakdale -  luke/reid (as the world turns) - 15 kudos

dirty gratification -  luke/reid (as the world turns) - 27 kudos

fly me friendly - ron/draco - 55 kudos

Are you surprised? Why?

Truly? Not really. 

My Luke/Reid fics, while I do have a soft spot for a couple of them (”Sleepless in Oakdale” still feels good and in-step with the canon), were written before AO3 was really A Thing. There was a lot of fandom bickering surrounding that pairing, and while those fics got a decent amount of attention on LiveJournal and Fanfiction.net, by the time I imported them to AO3, no one cared anymore. 

Also, my writing then wasn’t where it is now. I think I’ve made great strides in dialogue and characterization and ‘showing not telling’ since those earlier days. The kudos on these does sting a bit, but I’ll always treasure those fics. 

Optional: If you want to calculate this, what are your works’ average number of notes?

Um. I have no idea. I post most of my fic to AO3, so this doesn’t really apply. I’m not going to go through my writing tag, but I’d say 60 - 70 notes is probably the average.

Today’s date, so you can see how your results might change if you do this again in a year.

8th August 2017

Tag six people to do this next!

@curds-writes | @illwynd | @raven-brings-light | @writernotwaiting | @philosopherking1887 | @thorkidumpster

…and any other writers of ANY fandom on my dash who want to analyze figures and stuff!