#mittens thoughts i guess

[kumomist]

would paimon asking ‘melusines can paint?’ be ableist or racist…

[we-re-always-alright]

Finishing that crochet blanket really sapped all my desire to work on knitting so much so I played and replayed PIKMIN 3 just to avoid thinking about yarn. And now I have two baby blankets I should be working on and a ton of beer mittens to make… need to find some motivation…

[rockingbytheseaside]

Hiii I really love the one with the harbingers where reader calls them words of endearment from their homeland, can you do one where reader cooks for them food from their homeland? pantalone's part was so cute <33

✦ You cook them their favorite home meal, based on their homeland

(Or trying to guess what food the not-yet-playable characters might like based on their region, culture, or language. ) 

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe 

✧ It is to no one’s surprise that Pierro, the Director of the Fatui, would easily drop everything to grant your needs. Just blink and the world’s spoils are at your feet, bestowed by your beloved. Expensive clothing, jewelry, art pieces, weaponry, or lavish dishes. With his money and status, plus being a connoisseur of the ancient lores of Teyvat, The Jester can easily acquire anything you require on a silver platter. 

But this time, it was you who tried to gift him something on a silver platter.

On an unsuspecting day, Pierro returned home only to be greeted with a strong scent of baked goods. The smell wafted all around the living quarters, warm and sugary. Glancing curiously, the Jester marched to the kitchen, where he found you grumbling to yourself. You stood with your oven mittens, a tray of voluptuous Kanelbullar presented in front of him; some were cut as you tried to take an analytical bite of the cinnamon rolls.

“Trying your hands at familiar recipes, my cherished?” - The man asked with a welcoming glance while you mulled and judged the taste of your cooked goods.

“Ah, Pierro, you’re right on time. Here, try this one for me. Does it resemble traditional cinnamon rolls?”

When the Jester took a bite, even his icy eye widened for a moment. A wave of nostalgia and warmth lanced his memories, ones he thought were long forgotten. The cinnamon rolls you baked were not the average confectionaries one could easily purchase, as the taste resembled traditional Khaenri’ahn Kanelbullar. A simple treat that all children and adults used to enjoy in their free time.  

“Well…? Oh no, don’t tell me it’s that bad?” - you awaited his response, but Pierro quickly shook his head.

“It’s rich and potent in taste, but not too sugary. Just like the ones in our Homeland… I didn’t think replicating such intricacies was possible. What did you add this time?”

Your eyes light up. Finally, some progress. “Really? I’ve been mulling over it for hours, I thought my taste pallet was going numb. I tried to find any local ingredients that might add the flavor of saffron and cardamon.”

“Like the golden Saffron…? They were a local specialty back in Khaenri’ah. Although some variants exist in Teyvat’s soil, they are not used as cooking ingredients here.” - Pierro pondered, amazed at your ability to combine other local spices to imitate the taste of the past.

As both of you mulled over how to achieve the most accurate results for these traditional Cinnamon Rolls, half of the tray was already gone.

“Although now that I think about it, my divine, I don’t think it would be an issue to send an expedition to obtain that rare spice for you. Especially if the result is such exquisite home pastry.”

✧ In this house, Il Capitano is the master chef. The man is proficient in the art of survival, thus, his skills in outdoor cooking are especially shown. From simple meat and vegetables, the Captain can come up with the best meat skewers you ever ate. Not to mention the topic of sustenance and growth is intertwined with a good diet. A man his size and capabilities puts immense care into outdoor survival and health.

But even a strong Captain deserves some spoiling for his hard work. 

After a wearying day spent honing the skills of his Fatui troops, a group of soldiers that will prepare for an upcoming expedition, Il Capitano was greeted with a surprise visit from you. You arrived right on time for their break, and as always, the Fatui soldiers couldn't help but eavesdrop on the Harbinger’s exchange with his beloved…

“I brought you your meal for today, Bife de chorizo. You need lots of protein.”

“Thank you.” - The Captain stood obediently, holding the lunchbox you brought.

“With Pico de Gallo and avocados. I also put some almonds and walnuts as a snack.”

“I understand.” 

“You are preparing for another important expedition. You must take care of your body after such intensive training, Cappy.”

“You are right, you are right.”

“And I don’t want to see anything left from the lunch boxes. Make sure to eat all of it, okay?”

“Understood!”

It sure was a sight. One would think the Harbinger was the student as he stood nodding vehemently while you scolded him. With one hand on your hip, you gave him an earful as you checked up on him, generously providing him a full-course meal neatly packed in a mealbox.

The Fatui soldiers were slightly jealous. Even they could easily tell that behind that pitch-black helmet, Il Capitano was absolutely joyous to have his beloved visit him and provide such mouthwatering nourishment. 

✧ Today, you were ready to tackle and kill Il Dottore. Why? Because that man barged into your kitchen and confidently announced himself as the culinarian for today’s dinner. A simple and kind gesture, right? You would rather starve than have The Doctor implode your kitchen again.

“Stop exaggerating as if I let your Serenitea Pot house crumble. It was just a little fire.” - Dottore defended himself, watching closely as you made him stand back from the stove. 

“I had to replace the whole walls, Zandik!”

The two of you stood in the kitchen, with the Harbinger peeking from behind your shoulders as you claimed dominion over the frying pan. The whole day, he was made watching you prepare Sumeru Kibbeh meatballs, since the last time he decided to dabble in the art of cooking, your house was put at stake.

He was a scholar, not a chef, unfortunately. But The Doctor is not ashamed to admit his impatience and lack of skill in the kitchen. Hence, he helped you as much as he could while you diligently taught him how Kibbeh is properly made. He remained silent but pleasantly subservient. The sight of your sleeves raised, hands tactfully molding the Kibbeh was oddly amiable. Especially when your face was so focused on the task, he couldn’t help but stare. 

Yet every time you fried the meatballs and set them aside on a pan lined with paper towels to drain, a sneaky hand would try to steal some. You’d slap his hand away.

“Nope. Hands off! Wait till dinner”

“They’ll end up being consumed anyway. I’ll just have a small tas-”

Slap!

And it continued for a long while, all the way to the end once you finished cooking. When the two of you finally sat down and began eating, Dottore would often remain silent. You were too busy relishing the dish, unaware of the Harbinger’s appreciation for your home-cooked meal. Sustenance is just a waste of time that the human body must go through to gain its energy. But it’s not the same when he is sitting with you casually, the warm afternoon sunlight wrapping the dining table, and the warm food steaming with an appetizing aroma.

For him, eating with you was different. It was simple, but it was home. 

✧ Scaramouche may huff and scoff all he wants, but when it comes to appraising your Unagi Chazuke, no master can compete with you. Perhaps because he is a puppet, but Scaramouche has a delicate pallet. He despises strong flavors and always preferred simpler dishes, to appreciate the unique flavor of a singular ingredient. He would never admit it vocally, but he would often crave your chazukes, and it was easily written on his grumbling face.

“Come on, just say it.”

The Balladeer lamented.

“Say it. My home cooking is the best, and you just want me to cook for you today.”

“...I won’t. I don’t have use in consuming any human meals.” - he mumbled in response, arms crossed. You sighed and with a wide smile, you turned away.

“Oh well. Guess you don’t want any, huh…? And here I thought I could prepare your favorite Unagi Chazuke today. But I guess it’s foolish-”

“No, Wait-!” - The Harbinger wished to bite his tongue but it was too late. He already called out to you in a moment of weakness, and your goofy grin only widened with his desperation. 

He gave up. With reluctant embarrassment, the Balladeer admitted your victory - “If you may… Can you prepare another one of your signature Chazuke? Please.”

And that’s how you two ended up by the dinner table. You couldn’t just deny him after such a heartfelt request. You prepared the unagi meat and rice diligently, showing him how to prepare green tea to add mild bitterness to the salted rice. Topping off with some dried Nori leaves, and sesame - two bows of Unagi Chazuke were ready and looking artistically grandiose.

Light and sublime, that’s what Scaramouche thought. A true definition of soul food, as he held his bowl and chopsticks close. A rare but sincere smile would always grace his features whenever he ate your cooking, but he of course would conceal it by clearing his throat.

“Hm, okay fine. Maybe your cooking is adequate after all. Especially when you don’t make it too sweet.”

You’d laugh at his reaction. At the end of the day, it was you who taught him how to cook what later would become his signature dish, even if his identity as a Harbinger was wiped away. 

✧ Being the richest man in Teyvat like Pantalone means dealing with lots of bureaucracies and business. Sometimes, after a prolonged day in the office, the sight of stacked papers becomes dreadful and negotiations with the Snezhnayan elites may go fruitless. Thus, The Regrator would often slum by his desk, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose and sigh in exhaustion.

Now what would the richest man in Teyvat do to relax after a bad day at work? Go to the most expensive five-star restaurant? Perhaps purchase a fancy drink that costs more than his subordinates' monthly salary? No. He would head straight back home, where he knows you are awaiting him with open arms.

A single look at him and you would know he is fatigued. Leaning up to embrace him, you plant a tender kiss on his cheek - “How about I make us a quick snack, hm? You can go and take a shower in the meantime.”

Pantalone would try to conjure up a faint smile and nod. As he winds down for the day, subconsciously he knows your home cooking is like a balm to his soul. No matter how many exquisite restaurants he tried, he’d easily sacrifice all of them for a bite-full of your culinary.

And here you are, merrily handing him his childhood favorite - Mora Meat Roujiamo. A simple meat sandwich, but a staple street food in Liyue’s culture. That’s all the Harbinger desires after a tough day at work, as he gobbles the sandwich wrapped with a paper towel.

“Made your favorites. I added some extra meat since I know you like it juicy.” - you gave Pantalone soothing pats on the back as he ate up.

“You’re a lifesaver, honey. You would not believe how frustrating work has been today,”

Pantalone would rant and confide in you about his work. He would rather do that than delve into the nostalgic feeling that Mora Meat sandwiches gave him. It was indeed his childhood favorite. Yet it also reminded him how in the distant past, when food or money was scarce, starvation and desperation were his only companions as a lowly child. Thus, on better days when he acquired some change just to purchase simple Mora Meat - these sandwiches felt like a king’s feast.

Such an unadorned dish, but one that brought warmth and sustenance to a starved child, telling him that everything would be okay. Today, this starved child is the richest man in Snezhnayan. Nevertheless, he still relished these sandwiches from your hands like divine wealth, telling himself once more that everything would be okay. 

✧ Tartaglia was bedbound for some while, bandaged heavily after a massive battle he faced during one of his missions. The young Harbinger would never tell his family where his scars hail from, except for you and his father maybe. But after an earful of scolding, you took care of your reckless boyfriend and sighed.

“You made me worried, you know. I don’t want to see you move a muscle around the house these days, are we clear? You must recover first.”

“Y-yes, captain.” - Childe chuckled humorously, suppressing the soreness his cuts provided around his body. “It’s just… there is only one remedy that could save a fallen soldier like me.”

“Hm? What is it? Do you need something, Ajax?” 

“Please, dear… come closer.” - he said with a pained expression. 

You did so he could whisper to you what he wanted. Your concern was only heightened, oblivious that his dramatic words were playing you - “The secret to my healing… is…”

“Yes?” - you leaned even closer.

“... Some yummy food.”

You blinked at him, and Tartaglia immediately gained a comically “passed out” expression on his face, as if your cooking were his last death wish. You let him plop to the pillow and gritted your teeth - “Why you little-...! Ugh, you’re lucky I am worried about you. You just want me to pamper you.”

“Oh, come on, is that such an unrealistic request? You told me not to move a muscle and I would receive your scolding no matter what. Please, sweetheart, just anything you would like - cook it and I would happily gobble it up!”

You crossed your arms. You hate to admit it, but his puppy eyes were working effectively and if his appetite was returning, that means he is on a good path of recovery anyway.

“Fine… I’ll make something nutritious and easy for your stomach.”

Tartaglia's eyes lightened up in an instant. He was a simple man - if you cooked him something, he would drop on his knees for you instantly. That day, you pondered whether you’d make him some Piroshki or Borscht, but he needed something light. His health was your priority, after all. Even though Childe fancied himself a master at concealing his painful whinces, you are no fool. You always notice them.

Thus, your beloved was presented with Ukha fish soup. A warm bowl with fresh herbs, imported calla lily, and nutritious fish.

“Easy now, I know you like Calla Lily Seafood Soup, since you often had it in Liyue… So I decided to go with the local version of it. Now make sure to eat all of it, or you won’t feel better.”

Like an obedient child, Ajax felt pampered and delighted. Lunch by the bed? His sweetheart feeding him? The injuries were worth it as he happily ate the Ukha fish soup.

“If getting injured makes me taste food more worthy than the gods themselves, maybe I should get wounded more often, haha- Ow!”

Your response was another fistful nudge to his shoulder.  

Kanelbullar - in Swedish, Cinnamon Rolls Bife de chorizo - in Spanish, Argentinian beef cut Pico de Gallo - in Spanish, Mexican salsa/dip Kibbeh - in Arabic, bulgur parcel stuffed with minced meat filling (in Genshin, they just called it meatballs lol) Chazuke - in Japanese, green tea poured over a rice meal (Scara's signature dish)  Mora Meat - had to look this one up, apparently Genshin is referencing RouJiaMo (肉夹馍) meaning “meat in a bun". Ukha fish soup - in Russian, also known as fisherman’s soup. Childe’s signature Calla Lily Seafood Soup is probably a variation made with Gēng found in Chinese cuisine. But there is a Slavic variation that reminded me of his signature dish. 

[penny-anna]

ordered some lovely mittens for my 3 year old niece to keep her hands warm ♥

mittens were supposed to arrive yesterday

go out christmas shopping. get a delivery confirmation email.

local evri courier likes to do this thing where for ''''''proof of delivery''''' they just take a picture of themselves holding all the packages for my building while standing outside on the street

this one egregiously terrible. there are 4 packages visible in the photo.

no package outside my front door so i figure it must be down in the stairwell. check the entire stairwell. not there either.

check everywhere i can think of that they might have left a package, including outside the street door, on top of my door frame, behind my neighbour's motorbike, in the garden supply cupboard, etc.

try all of my neighbours. one set answers and says there are 2 packages in the stairwell. there are not anymore but this is useful data as there is also 1 package outside another neighbour's door for a total of 3

where the shit is my package

either the courier left with it or one of my neighbours took it. could in theory still show up but ehhhh.

evri customer service is closed on sundays. call Next (the seller) instead. they graciously offer to just replace it with next day delivery.

hooray!!

at the office all day today but that's fine, as stated above the evri courier does not give a shit

sitting at my desk today. notice i have a message request from a stranger on facebook. accept it.

'hi did you used to live at [OLD STREET NAME] and have a package delivered there by mistake?'

(important context: i have a pretty distinctive last name. if you search my name on facebook i am the only person in edinburgh who comes up)

over the weekend i ordered various things for christmas, including an ebay order that i did accidentally send to my old address so my first thought is that it's that which doesn't make any sense because I already sorted that with the seller

look over all my receipts from the weekend and they're all correct. but again my name is pretty distinctive and also it is possible someone in my family sent a gift to the wrong address or something (tis the season) so like yeah oops that's probably for me

decide to search [OLD STREET NAME] in my emails just in case

order confirmation from Next pops up

ohh, i think, did i foolishly put my old address down on the order and that's why it didn't show up yesterday? that's weird bcos the proof of delivery definitely looks like the outside of my new building but i guess that must be what happened?

double check the original receipt. no i fucking did not do that. i gave them the right address.

for some reason they've sent the replacement to the billing address on my account rather than the original address????

message the new resident back like oh god i'm SO sorry. yes those are mine. here is the order confirmation with your address (sorry).

going over there tonight to get my niece's mittens. hopefully am not being lured into a trap wish me luck.

pakige :(

[corroded-hellfire]

Hii I love your work I was wondering I have a request for a AYW blurb/side story. I'm inspired by the hockey game I just went to

So let's say luke is in college or in high-school and he has hid first game and reader gets mildly anxious that he gets hurt and eddie reassures her everything going to be okay and he wins and they all go out to dinner.

Idk just something fluffy.

Thank you

Hockey?! Now you're speaking my language. I can't believe I never thought of Luke playing hockey before. Thank you for putting this in my brain!

Words: 2.5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Magenta painted toes curl inside your thick, fluffy socks. The little girl who applied the shiny polish the other day stands on the metal bleacher, between you and your husband. Her little knees bend and straighten as she bounces up and down, two curly pigtails bobbing along with the motion below the soft pink beanie on her head. 

“Let’s go, Luke!” Eliza cheers. Small brown boots stamp on the metal surface below her as she claps her mitten-clad hands.

Eddie chuckles from the other side of her, one arm hovering around her small frame in case she loses her balance. The hockey game hasn’t even started yet and Eliza is ready to hand her big brother the MVP award. 

The chill from the ice rink soaks into your skin even through the layers of your long-sleeved tee and jacket. Your gloves seem to do nothing to keep your fingers from turning into icicles, so you tuck your hands between your thighs, hoping the body warmth can thaw them out. 

“You okay, babe?” Eddie asks, leaning back to look at you around your four-year-old. 

The nod you give isn’t convincing, even to yourself. You couldn’t be prouder of Luke for making the Hawkins High School hockey team as a freshman, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t worried about him getting hurt. The fresh batch of pregnancy hormones coursing through your system isn’t helping matters either. 

An obnoxious buzzer blares from the speakers on the wall as the scoreboard sets itself down to all zeroes. The crowd full of families and friends starts cheering as the two teams pour out onto the ice. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eliza become airborne and you look to see Eddie lifting her over his lap so she’s standing in between him and Ryan instead of him and you. A steady arm wraps around you, and you gladly lean into your husband’s embrace.

“He’s going to be fine,” Eddie tells you.

“I know.”

“Yeah? Because you look like you’re about to storm onto the ice and drag Luke home by the collar of his jersey.”

You release a deep sigh and try to get your tense shoulders to relax. 

“He’s played sports before,” you say, sounding more like you’re convincing yourself than the man next to you. “Baseball, basketball. But this is different.”

“Why’s that?” Eddie knows exactly what’s different–it’s your usual protective Mama Bear energy enhanced tenfold due to your fluctuating hormone levels. But he isn’t dumb enough to come out and say that—again.

“Because,” you huff. “Now there are blades and sticks and boards he could be slammed into or ice he can fall down on.”

Eddie rubs his hand up and down your shoulder. It helps both comfort you and warm you up. 

“There are sticks in baseball,” he points out. “They’re just called ‘bats.’ And he’s fallen and skinned his knees both running the bases and on the basketball court. As for being slammed into the boards?” Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle. “That would be nothing compared to having little She-Hulk over here as a sister.”

You let out a small giggle, peeking around your husband to see Eliza enthusiastically shaking Ryan’s shoulder, pointing to where number 86 is out on the ice, warming up.

“I guess that goes for any hockey fights, too,” you say.

“See? Now you’re getting it.” Eddie smiles fondly at you and places a kiss against your temple.

A referee blows a whistle and both you and Eddie watch as the two teams take their places for the first face-off of the game. 

Luke’s best friend Sean skates up to the blue line, right in the center and ready to battle for the puck. Next to his number 19 jersey is Luke to his side as the right winger. The referee drops the puck and the game begins. 

Both your and Eddie’s eyes are glued to your son as play moves around the ice. Your gazes follow him up the ice and back down before he hops onto the bench for a shift change. Without her brother now to focus on, Eliza comes up with a new way to entertain herself: a cheer.

“Let’s go, Tigers!” Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.

It only takes two turns of her cheering before the home crowd joins in, leaving the little girl beaming, proud to have started the trend. She’s no stranger to different cheers for the team; whenever Luke plays basketball, Eliza only cares to focus on the cheerleaders doing their routines on the sidelines. Ryan tends to pay a lot of attention to them too, but for different reasons. By now, Eliza could probably mimic most of Hawkins High’s cheerleading repertoire. 

A few minutes later, Luke hops back on the ice and you feel the nerves flutter in your stomach. It’s a very different, and distinctly more unpleasant, feeling than the fluttering of having a baby in there. 

“He’s okay,” Eddie murmurs to you, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the rink. 

You nod, but slip your hand into his for reassurance, nonetheless. 

“Mama?” Eliza crawls over her father’s lap, clearly not paying attention to where her bony little limbs are jabbing him, and reaches out to you. “I gotta go potty.”

A battle of emotions collide in your head as you nod and offer your hand to her. One part of you is thankful to get a small distraction from the game, your eyes able to relax instead of seeking out Luke’s constant presence. The other part of you is worried that something will happen while you’re not there, though. As if him getting a hard cross check from an opposing player wouldn’t have occurred if you were still in your seat. 

The ladies’ room is mildly warmer than the rest of the rink, and you lean on the outside of the stall door that Eliza goes into.

“You okay by yourself in there?” you ask.

“Mhmm! Wait. Can you hold my mittens?”

Once the stall door is relocked, you slip the pink mittens into your jacket pocket and listen as Eliza begins to hum a tune to herself. It’s difficult to tell at first, but you’re able to identify the song as I’ll Make a Man Out of You from Mulan. 

After Eliza finishes up, washes her hands, and slips her mittens back on, the two of you step out of the restroom. Before you’re able to take two steps in the direction of your seats, a horn blares, signaling a goal.

Eliza gasps and quickly tugs on the hem of your jacket because she’s too small to see what’s going on over the wall. You scoop her up and the two of you stand at the glass, near the net that was just scored upon. Both of you cheer when you see that it was the Tigers who got the first goal. Luke is sitting on the bench on the other side of the ice though, so you know he wasn’t the one who scored it. 

When the two of you get back to your seats, the first period is coming to an end. Eliza settles comfortably in her father’s lap and tilts her head to look up at him.

“What we miss?”

“Uh, Luke knocked a guy down against the wall over there.”

“Luke hit a guy into the boards,” Ryan translates into proper hockey terminology, smirking at his dad as he does so. 

“That’s what I said,” Eddie says. “And, uh, there was a penalty called on Sean for sticking a guy, so he went to sit out.”

Ryan snorts. “Sean’s stick got caught in another guy’s skates, so he got a penalty for tripping and was in the penalty box.”

“Time out!” Eliza declares. 

“Am I speaking Japanese?” Eddie asks, making Eliza giggle and curl into his lap.

“Of course not,” you assure your husband with a pat to his chest. “Just not speaking hockey either.” You giggle when he shoots a playful glare your way. But you manage to make it better by pressing a few kisses along his stubbled cheek. 

During both the first and second intermissions, Eliza entertains herself by looking for friends of Ryan’s or Luke’s in the stands and begging her oldest brother to take her to them. At one point, Eliza spots Ryan’s more-than-friend-not-quite-girlfriend-yet, Hannah, a few rows back and quickly makes her way up to her. Ryan’s face blooms scarlet as he follows behind his little sister, who has made herself comfortable in Hannah’s lap.

“Did you see Lukey?” Eliza asks the teenage girl. 

“I did!” Hannah says, smiling at Ryan as he takes a seat next to her.

Eddie leans in, his breath tickling your ear. “Do you think Eliza will ask Hannah to go out with Ryan before he gets around to it?”

You agree with a soft giggle and nod. 

“Oh, absolutely. Ryan’s so nervous and Eliza doesn’t have the patience for that,” you say. “God help any boy who is slow to ask her out in high school.”

Strong hands grab your sides, thick fingers digging into your ribs as your husband tickles you. A small yelp escapes your lips before you turn and burrow your head into Eddie’s neck.

“Hush your mouth,” Eddie murmurs. “Eliza isn’t going to date until she’s thirty.”

“Good luck with that.” You laugh and playfully shove his hands away from you.

Just as the third period is about to begin, Eliza and Ryan make their way back towards the two of you on the bleachers. Ryan has a lovesick smile on his face and the sight makes you smile in return.

“Have fun with the big kids?” Eddie asks as Eliza plops down next to him.

“Mhmm,” she nods, brown eyes scanning the ice for where Luke is. “Hannah say she likes my hat. And Juan said Mama is really cute.”

“What?” Eddie asks, arm immediately encircling you. “Who?”

“Ryan’s friend.” Eliza waves a dismissive hand in the boy’s direction, her focus still on the ice.

Eddie goes to look over his shoulder but you quickly grip his chin between your thumb and forefinger and bring his gaze back to meet yours.

“Really?” you ask him quietly. It’s impossible to suppress the amused smile on your lips. “Are you going to stare down a sixteen-year-old boy?”

“I don’t need a younger man hitting on my wife,” he says.

You laugh, shaking your head at his ever-present jealousy. 

“I don’t know if you noticed,” you say, “but I like older men. And no one is hitting on me.”

“Yet,” Eddie says, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Shoot it, Luke!”

Ryan’s shout refocuses your and Eddie’s attention back on the game in front of you. Luke stick handles the puck past a defenseman and skates closer to the opposing team’s net. You hold your breath as you watch Luke wind back his stick and slap the puck to the five-hole, between the goalie’s pads. Time moves in slow motion as you watch the black rubber disc travel over the goal line.

The siren blares and you stand up, raising your arms in the air as you cheer for your son.

“That’s my boy!” Eddie shouts, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“That’s my brotherrrrrr!” Eliza mimics.

Ryan hoots and hollers as you clap enthusiastically, a huge smile on your face. 

The other Tigers hockey players on the ice skate over to Luke, either tapping him on the leg or ass with their stick or knocking their helmet against his. 

The PA system overhead crackles to life before a student announcer says, “Goal scored by number eighty-six, Luke Munson!”

The crowd cheers, punctuated by a certain little girl’s shrill “Yay!” 

“Assisted by number nineteen, Sean Lowery, and number four, Alex Duffy!”

“Yay, Sean!” Eliza yells.

Luke’s goal ends up being the game-winning goal, which causes his team to pile on top of him once the game is over. 

“They’re going to hurt him,” you mumble as you stand up from the bleachers.

Eddie rolls his eyes, not unkindly, from his seat—he knows you won’t be able to see him since you’re standing. Your husband rises to his feet and presses a kiss to your temple.

“He’s fine, princess.”

He is, of course, and you’re glad to see it for yourself when he comes out of the locker room. A beaming smile adorns his face as he bounds towards the four of you, his curls soaked with sweat and his heavy gear bag thrown over his shoulder. 

“Did you see it?” he asks excitedly.

“See it?” Eddie repeats, eyebrows raising. “Didn’t you hear us?”

“I heard someone,” Luke teases, tugging Eliza’s pink beanie down over her eyes.

She huffs and quickly pushes it back up, giving her big brother one of her signature unamused glares. 

“I’m so proud of you!” You take Luke’s face, flushed from all the exertion, between your hands and press kisses over his sticky-with-dried-sweat face.

“Gross,” Ryan mumbles.

Misinterpreting why Ryan thinks the display of emotion is gross, Eliza turns to her oldest brother with her hands on her hips.

“Kisses not gross!” She hops up and down, making fish lips, like she’s trying to jump up to his level to give him kisses.

“Um, some kisses are gross,” Luke says once you’ve finished. When Eliza looks over at him, Luke’s eyes dart back and forth between you and Eddie. 

“Prepare to be disgusted then,” Eddie says, slipping one arm around your back and pulling your front flush up against his. He grins at you before lowering his head to slot his lips over yours.

“Ugh!” “Ew!” “Stooooop!”

You laugh against Eddie’s mouth, and the two of you break apart, sharing an amused look.

“Alright, goblins,” Eddie says, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get going.”

The five of you start moving toward the exit when you tap Luke on the shoulder.

“Where do you want to go to dinner?” you ask him.

“Why does he get to pick?” Eliza whines.

“You can pick when you get a game-winning goal,” Ryan tells her, tugging on a single curly pigtail. Eliza pouts, looking suspiciously identical to her father, and crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Uhh…” Luke muses as your family steps out into the chilly October night. “I want Chinese food. Let’s get Eliza a pu pu platter.”

“Blech!” Your daughter sticks her tongue out and shakes her head. 

“Oh God, she’s going to steal everyone’s noodles again,” Ryan sighs. 

Eliza lets out the evilest giggle you’ve ever heard come from her as you reach the car. 

“I want all the noo-noos!” she declares as she yanks the back door open. 

“I’m ordering rice then,” Luke says as he climbs in behind her.

“Boo!” Eliza calls. 

“These kids are crazy,” Ryan says with a shake of his head.

Eddie laughs and musses up Ryan’s hair. It’s harder now that Ryan is almost as tall as him. 

“Okay, let’s get this hockey celebration on the road,” Eddie says, tapping the roof of the car as he walks around to the driver’s side. 

“Burn rubber, Gretsky,” you say as you slip into the passenger’s seat.

Eddie glances at you before turning the key in the ignition.

“Who?”

“Jesus, Dad,” Ryan sighs.

[leona-hawthorne]

happy 1k!! may i please have latte art? ☕️🫶🏼

i’m a ravenclaw, fave class is probably charms with mattheo 💕 eeeek i’m so excited!!

thank you for requesting pookie, i love u sm 😚🤍 i loved writing this one, hope you like it 💌

1k celebration navigation latte art

���★ FEEL IT… mattheo riddle

You stumbled through the damp underbrush of the Forbidden Forest, mittens clutched in one hand, the other holding your wand to light the narrow path. You weren't expecting to run into anyone out here, especially this far from the castle—unlike you, most students didn’t seek solace in the quiet of the woods after sundown. That’s probably why you were surprised to spot a familiar dark-haired figure standing alone beneath a patch of moonlight, his wand raised as he muttered incantations under his breath.

Mattheo Riddle.

You’d seen him around—a Slytherin with a reputation for being brooding, intense, maybe even a little intimidating. But right now, he didn’t look intimidating. He looked… frustrated, wand aimed forward as though he was attempting something challenging. Curiosity got the better of you, and you stepped closer, careful not to make a sound. When he attempted the spell again, you caught a glimpse of silvery smoke swirling from the tip of his wand, a Patronus charm trying to form.

It flickered, then faded, leaving him scowling, muttering a curse under his breath.

Without thinking, you cleared your throat. “You’re close, you know. But you’re missing something.”

He startled, eyes flashing as he turned to face you before he sighed in exasperation.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm, though you could sense a flicker of embarrassment beneath it.

“Not much,” you replied, stepping closer despite the warning look he gave you. “I just thought I’d offer a suggestion. Charms is… kind of my thing.”

He scoffed. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “No, not really. But I do know that if you want to cast a Patronus, you’re going about it all wrong. You’re trying too hard. A Patronus requires more than technique—it’s about feeling. You have to immerse yourself in your happiest memory. Like, really feel it—imagine it in detail, every single sensation.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking half-amused, half-irritated. “What makes you think I have any happy memories?”

“Come on, you must have at least one,” you replied, stepping closer. Without waiting for permission, you reached out, gently adjusting his hand to tilt his wand up. The brush of his hand against yours was warm, steady, but you felt him tense under your touch. His gaze flickered to where your hands touched, and you could practically feel the shift in his breathing. He was trying to keep his cool, but you caught the way his shoulders squared, the faint flush in his cheeks.

He was looking at you now, something unreadable in his gaze, as if he was trying to figure you out. “This doesn’t feel like Charms class,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

“It’s not,” you replied, holding his gaze with a playful smile. “But let’s pretend it is.”

He breathed in, then closed his eyes, his face softening as he focused. You watched as his fingers tightened around the wand, as if gathering his resolve, and then—suddenly—an enormous, shimmering silver lion erupted from the tip, prowling protectively around the two of you before disappearing into the trees.

For a moment, he stared at the place where the lion had been, a little awestruck. Then, slowly, he turned to look at you. 

“A lion?” you said, arching an eyebrow. “Interesting for a Slytherin.”

Mattheo chuckled, a warm sound that somehow felt as intense as the rest of him. “I guess there’s more to me than meets the eye.” He hesitated, glancing at your hand still resting on his. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” you replied, stepping back to leave.

“Wait,” he called after you, his voice low, but with a surprising urgency. “What’s your name?”

You looked back over your shoulder, giving him a small smile as you replied, “Y/N.” And then, before he could ask anything else, you turned and disappeared into the shadows of the forest path, leaving Mattheo staring after you, utterly spellbound, his Patronus glowing softly in the moonlight as he watched you disappear.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism x Reader: Happy Holidays!

G/N. Soft fluff. (All my blorbos - Gun Park, Goo Kim, Ryuhei Kuroda, Jake Kim, Vin Jin, Samuel Seo)

Gun Park - Hat

For the man that could buy pretty much anything, you opted to go for homemade. A personal touch.

Issue is, your personal touch is pretty shitty and shoddy. Gun still accepts the hat with a straight face and heartfelt thanks even as you tell him he doesn't have to wear it.

Why wouldn't I, he thinks. You have spent your time and effort making this for him and he appreciates it. Even if it isn't quite his... taste.

.

.

"What is that on your head?" Goo exclaims, torn between bursting into laughter and abject horror at the crimson bobble hat Gun is sporting. Ends of his hair poking out, and the colour highlighting the red of his windswept cheeks and nose.

"Fuck off."

"I think it's cute," Crystal grins as Goo whirls around and screeches.

"Cute?! Gun Park? Have you lost your mind?"

"Like you can say anything with those ridiculous mittens."

"My mittens are not ridiculous!"

Ignoring Crystal and Goo devolving into slinging insults at each other, Kouji glances at Gun and chuckles, opens his mouth to tease-

And is intercepted by a look from Gun, and a warning. "Shut it if you want to live."

Kouji's mouth slams shut.

.

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Goo -  Mittens

"Tasteless," Gun sneers, and Goo kicks his ass for it.

"Tasteless," Kouji sighs, and Goo throws his laptop out the window.

"Tasteless," Crystal laments, and Goo- well. Goo can't exactly do anything. That's his boss's daughter, and nepotism is kinda a thing.

So he snarls, nostrils flaring and calls her tasteless too.

.

.

"I. LOVE. THESE!" You screech, high and shrill when you yank the mittens out of the box.

Tasteless huh, Goo thinks smugly as you cover him in kisses, No surprise it's everyone else that has no taste.

Birds of a feather truly flock together where you and Goo are concerned. Birds of a feather will also be able to keep their hands warm with their couples mittens too.

A conjoined monstrous thing, that allows you two to keep holding hands through the bitter Seoul winter. Keeping your fingers intertwined and an objectively OTT display of PDA. That you had to be touching, can't even bear to keep your hands to yourself for a moment, that you would need such an accessory.

Goo thought it was perfect when he laid eyes on it, if the way you two are always attached at the hip is any indication.

You clearly think so too, when Goo unwraps his own gift-

-Delighted and cackling, pulling out the same duplicate mittens.

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Ryuhei Kuroda - Card

"Y/N!" Ryuhei calls you from down the hallway, waving enthusiastically before striding over.

"Here," he grins, handing over a card, "Happy Holidays. Hope you like it!"

.

.

The card sits on your desk. It's somewhere between cringe and cheesy, and utterly charming.

On the front is a (badly) hand drawn picture of you and Ryuhei, signed with his signature in the corner. Inside, a couple lines of explicit filth accompanied with sickeningly sweet declarations and too many hearts and kisses to count.

You blame it on the festive period. That's the reason you're feeling so soppy and sentimental, why every time you look at the crappy drawing you can't help but smile.

.

.

Ryuhei blinks, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, "You kept it?"

"Yeah," you peer at the card in your periphery, "I like it."

"You like it? Really?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

You hear Ryuhei mumbling something about how someone (no prizes for guessing who) would always just dump them in the trash without opening.

"...And they weren't even lewd," he sighs, then perks up, any gloominess dissipating and eyes practically sparkling, "But that's all in the past."

Absolutely delighted, Ryuhei leans over your desk, practically lying across it, and punctuates each word with a kiss, "You!” MWAH “Like!” MWAH “It!” MWAH

"Yeah," you smile fondly at your idiot, cupping his face, "I like you too."

.

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Jake Kim - Gifts

Jake shrugs off his jacket and loosens his tie. It's been a long day. Actually, it's just been a long goddamn year.

He runs his fingers through his hair, ready to jump in the shower and straight to bed when-

Gift bags and presents cover his coffee table and a 'DO NOT OPEN! IT'S NOT FOR YOU!' sign catches his eye.

Huh. That is undoubtedly your scrawl, but if they're not gifts for him then...? He fires off a quick text.

Jake: hey, did you leave some presents at mine?

Y/N: yeah!

Y/N: i did some shopping and grabbed some stuff for your big deal boys

Y/N: and lua ofc

Jake, jaw dropping open at your thoughtfulness: really?

Y/N: yep. sinu and yeonhui too btw.

Jake: are you serious??

Y/N: yeah.. is that not ok?

He’s rendered speechless. And that you might even think that you have overstepped or any such nonsense is ridiculous.

Jake: wow

Jake: it’s more than ok

Jake: you didn’t have to

Jake: i appreciate it.thank you

Y/N: 😁 its just some small bits and pieces. i didn't think you would have time

Y/N: i left some food for you in the fridge too 🥰

His breath hitches and stomach grumbles, your message reminding his body he hasn't had anything since this morning.

Jake starts to type-

I can't believe-

You're the best-

I'm so lucky-

You're too good to-

I don't know what I would do without-

None of them feel right.

In the end he settles for something far simpler.

He dials your number, hears the question in your voice when you pick up.

And pours everything into three words, "I love you."

.

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Vin Jin - Cheonliang

Vin opts for casual and nonchalant, pretends it's something that he thought of rather than something that he has wondered about for the last few weeks.

(Used Mary as a soundboard and she had thought it was a good idea, and if Mary thinks it's a good idea then it definitely is.)

It was a passing thought, at first. A small seed planted and grown until all Vin can think about is how nice the holidays would be with you, how cool it would be to show you where he grew up.

He can't ever escape the awful memories there that still haunt him, but... maybe he can create new memories too.

With you.)

"If you're not doing anything for the holiday break," Vin keeps his eyes on his phone, scrolling now and then to keep up appearances, "Want to come visit Cheonliang with me?"

The question is casual. Easygoing. Breezy. His voice doesn't crack at the end. He's not holding his breath waiting for your reply. He doesn't desperately wish you would say yes, and hasn’t already planned the days with you in advance.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Vin forces himself to shrug, "Might be nice."

"I would love to!"

Vin takes a peek in your direction, double checks he didn't just hallucinate your agreement or that you're joking.

He didn't, and you're not. All he sees is excitement painted over your face and a wide smile. You know how much this means.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, a weight lifted from his own. Equally anxious and thrilled to show you every part of himself.

.

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Samuel Seo - Gift

"This would look good on you," Samuel shows you a piece of fine jewellery on his phone. It's exquisite. A bit too much for everyday wear (of course Samuel would pick this out, he himself is a bit too much), though it really is stunning.

You tell him it's beautiful.

He pauses, studies your face, then clicks the screen off. Back to square one. "You don't love it."

It's not accusatory, just a statement. But he feels like he needs to get this right. Your first holiday together and you deserve the world. He wants to get you something, really spoil you, to show how much you mean to him.

You take in Samuel's face and can't help but giggle. Him trying to remain unaffected except for a small, telling pout.

"I would love it if you got it for me," You shuffle over until you're sitting in his lap, "But I don't need it."

He wraps you in his arms, adjusting until you're both comfortable, "What do you need?"

"Nothing," Grinning, "I don't need anything else."

"Fine, then what do you want?"

"You."

Your cheesy response earns an eye roll and a reluctant huff of laughter, "You got me. What else do you want?"

"Nothing," you repeat, leaning in and lifting his glasses off. "You're enough."

You pepper his face with kisses until Samuel melts into a puddle; all thoughts of proving his love with price tags and money completely forgotten.

[fandomaddictwut]

Some student at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters: Mr. Logan, you’ve been alive for a long time, right?

Logan: Sure, kid. Since sometime in the early 1800’s. Why?

Student: Is there anything you miss from back then? Not like a person, y’know; we all miss people. But something you thought was gonna be around forever, or at least a long time, and it just isn’t now.

Logan:…what?

Student: Y’know, like a place or an animal or something. Maybe a food or a kind of transportation or a style of clothes or whatever. What’s something you miss from the past that’s not an individual person?

Logan: Oh my god. I…never really thought about that.

Logan: Um…passenger pigeons were pretty cool, I guess. I liked steam trains. Not great for the environment, but they were pretty neat. Also, old-school bananas tasted way better than whatever tf passes for bananas now. And Yellowstone before cars was…indescribably beautiful. And hand-knit socks and mittens? So comfy, but I don’t know anyone who does that anymore.

Student: Aw, shit. There was so much cool stuff. And it’s all, like, gone now. :(

Logan: Sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to be a downer. Just…the world’s a lot different now. Not bad; just…different.

Student: …Yeah. I mean, healthcare is way better now, so I’m glad I live in the present. But that stuff…I’m sorry I missed it.

Cut to that student learning how to knit/sew/handicraft and making Logan and the other teachers and students handmade gifts. They’re not really good at first, but they get better and more intricate as the years go on.

Logan gets a pair of gloves with little button holes made for his claws to go through without ruining them. Storm gets a beautiful lacework shawl. Charles gets so many hats with pompoms and wears them with pride. Jean loves her infinity scarf, and Scott is so ecstatic over his little fair isle patterned earmuffs. Remy gets a playing card themed cropped sweater, and Rogue squeals with delight when she gets the softest, most beautiful pair of gloves she’s ever seen. And everyone gets custom hand-knit socks, even Kurt (that’s when the student first got into pattern creation: not a lot of two-toed sock knitting patterns out there, so they made their own).

Idk, just…fluffy x-men learning cool stuff about the past and keeping it alive in the present, just because.

[tiredfox64]

BI HAN X FEM FIGURE SKATER READER?? I man cold man..reader who's constantly in the cold come onnn

History Maker

Prior notes: Of course I see it, I THOUGHT OF IT BEFORE! Also no one call me out on the title.

Pairing: Bi-Han x Figure Skater! Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: I’m holding onto the edge I can’t skate

Liu Kang has gained all his champions, you being one of them. You would have never guessed that your ice skating skills made you a potential fighter. Your flexibility, the ability to stay stable and balanced, strong legs, and grace were all aspects of a great fighter. Liu Kang has made no mistake. You might doubt yourself but he sees potential in you. You just need the right mentor.

That’s why Liu Kang unexpectedly dropped in to see Bi-Han and ask him to be your mentor. Bi-Han questioned why he didn’t send you to the Wu Shi Academy with everyone else. The answer is simple, Artika is a better environment for you. Liu Kang has already allowed you to mess around in the area. Bi-Han was not happy with Liu Kang making a decision without consulting him. He got up and told the fire god to show him where you were.

It didn’t take long for them to find you. They followed the music that was coming from the frozen lake. Bi-Han makes his way toward you with annoyance before turning into curiosity.

You moved so gracefully on the thick ice. Your skates left marks on the frozen lake and left bits of shaved ice behind. It was surprising to see you weren’t wearing extra layers. All you had on was a long-sleeved shirt, bootcut pants, and mittens. Gotta keep yourself from getting hypothermia. You started sliding backward on the ice without even looking. You took a deep breath before launching yourself into the air. You spun quickly. One revolution, two revolution, three revolution, four revolution! Four revolutions before you landed on the opposite foot. You kept moving on like you didn’t do a lutz jump. A jump that many would cheat at. Not you, because you’re that good. So good that you caught the eye of the Lin Kuei’s grandmaster.

The cherry on top was when you finished off your routine by doing a camel spin. You lifted your left leg to make a perfect 90-degree angle as you spun on the other leg. You looked so graceful, you were unlike anything Bi-Han had seen. You lowered your leg and brought yourself to a stop. You noticed Liu Kang was nearby watching you with a proud smile on his face. Bi-Han was next to him, staring in awe but it was hard to tell since his eyebrows were still furrowed. You skated up to Liu Kang and asked who Bi-Han was.

“This is the Lin Kuei’s grandmaster, Bi-Han. I was hoping he would mentor you if he so desires.” Liu Kang looked at Bi-Han for confirmation. After what he saw he already made a decision.

“She has potential. It is clear to me that she will fit right in.”

His stance on you changed pretty quickly. He would have refused to deal with you if he didn’t see your wonderful display of skills. But now that he has seen, he can’t let you go.

You were fine with working with him. You just had one condition. You wanted to use the lake whenever you wanted so you could keep skating.

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Your time with the Lin Kuei was beneficial. Actually your time was mostly spent with Bi-Han.

The environment was perfect for you. A frozen lake that you could use every day to practice skating. The ice was so thick you never feared falling through. Even if there was a risk, Bi-Han was always there to watch you. He enjoyed watching every special jump or spin you could do. Not only was it impressive but it was majestic. That doesn’t distract him from the fact that he is supposed to be training you.

One of your strengths, as he pointed out through observations, was your flexibility. You could make a straight line with your legs while standing on one foot. You could do a split with no struggle. You could almost make your foot touch your head while standing on one leg. That one is his favorite stretch since it allows him to get close. He liked to “check your form” which meant he’d come up to place a hand on your waist and your thigh. You might have felt him squeeze your thigh once or twice but you weren’t sure. You were more focused on keeping your balance.

You two were very compatible, not much of a shock there. It was a deadly duo that consisted of ice. He can control ice; you can control yourself on ice. A clever trick you guys could perform is when Bi-Han made a path of ice that you can skate on quickly before kicking your opponent at the last second. It catches everyone off guard with how fast you came towards them. It was fun to do, you can’t lie about that.

It became a habit for you two to take walks. You would skate on the ice while he would walk around the lake’s edge. Some of those walks would be quiet, other times you would go on about how you have improved both in skating and fighting. Once in a while when you were close to him he would take your hand and make you do a spin. The first time he ever did that to you, you tried your hardest to stop yourself from giggling. It was romantic you can’t act like he didn’t charm you in that moment. He liked getting a look an all-around look at you.

There was nothing that Bi-Han wanted more than to have you for himself. There was no other woman in his life that had drawn him in like you had. The compatibility when it came to fighting already made him see you as a worthy partner. Ever since the first time he laid eyes upon you, he wanted you. Your beauty and grace were that of a swan’s, but you had the strength and control of a warrior. You were also someone who didn’t pull away from his touch. Not a flinch or a shiver. You acted as if his body wasn’t cold. To you he never was. You never felt like his personality was cold either since he treated you better than everyone else.

The tournament was soon, meaning you wouldn’t need training anymore. It would be nice to return home once the tournament was over but at the same time, you didn’t want to leave. You adjusted to Artika quickly. You fell for Bi-Han quickly. You didn’t want to leave this all behind. Neither did Bi-Han. Perhaps it’s best to establish a relationship now before it’s too late.

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You were on your usual walk, him walking at the side while you skated on the lake. You were in your usual spunky mood. You were spinning and giggling as you glided. It didn’t show on Bi-Han’s face but he was thoroughly enjoying you enjoyment.

“I never asked you before, but is there anyone waiting for you back home?” He asked.

“Just my family. But they rarely see me anyways, so this doesn’t make a huge difference.” You replied.

“There is no one back home that is lucky to have you for themselves?”

You knew what he meant by that. He was asking if you were dating anyone. You grew excited by this, in hopes of him wanting to ask you out.

“Nope, no one is lucky. Why do you ask?” You spun around with a smile on your face as you waited for Bi-Han’s answer.

“No reason.” He replied bluntly.

He kept walking before taking your hand into his. He spun you around to face forward again. You thought you made the wrong assumption until you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders. He never let go of your hand. He doesn’t want to let go.

Bi-Han’s not gonna ask you out in the usual way. This is his way of asking you out and making you his girlfriend. His hands are on you, that’s enough to prove that you are his. That move he just pulled was weirdly smooth and slick like ice. Don’t expect less from him. Just appreciate that he did this for you. For his new, special, gorgeous, and talented girlfriend.

After notes: You know I started this and then I didn't know what I was doing. I added the audio cause I felt like it worked idk you don’t have to work with that. I'm hoping I made some sense. If I didn't...damn. Adiós!

[yutxsgf]

I deeply love to imagine Bakugou as the grumpiest person walking on the earth when he grows up and pursues his heroic dream. But every grump needs his sunshine gf that's terrible at something.

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"It's done!"

An ash-blonde tuft of hair peeked out from the kitchen doorframe before moving out from behind the wall with his softened scowl.

You glanced over your shoulder behind you at the tall male, smiling softly as you beamed him a loving gaze.

"Gonna pass me one or keep smilin' at me?"

He crossed his arms, a faint smile making its way on his lips before he began striding towards your bent figure as you took your homemade cookies out of the oven.

"Can't I do both?" You hummed before hissing when you accidentally touched the hot pan with your non-mittened hand.

His eyes barely widened before he quickly made his way over to you, looming over you as he stood behind you with your wrist in his overly large hand. "Idiot." He mumbled before rubbing your hand with his calloused fingers.

You huffed, rolling your eyes before pointing down at the cookies on the pan.

You were pretty adamant on learning how to bake. Why? Because you were absolutely ass at it. But that never stopped Bakugou from encouraging you and supporting each and every one of your pastries. But of course, since you weren't the best at baking, you can only guess how they'd come out.

"They look great, honey." He mumbled, kissing your cheek before taking a dark obsidian black, supposedly chocolate chip cookie.

You smiled brightly at your boyfriend as he took a hearty bite out of your cookie, your happiness never deterring as he kept a straight face.

That was all that mattered.

"So.. how are they..?" You whispered, turning around to face him as you craned your neck up.

He hummed in thought before throwing the rest of the cookie in his mouth and sticking his thumb up with approval.

He swallowed, clearing his throat before pointing behind you at the cookies, "Gonna give 'em to the group, that okay?"

"Of course!" You smiled, "Can I come? I wanna see their reactions and take some tips."

"'Course baby, go get dressed." And with a light tap on your behind, you were off to your shared bedroom with a small skip in your step.

"What are those." Kaminari whispered to Bakugou, pointing a slim finger at the cookies in a small zip lock baggy.

"My cookies." You replied before Bakugou could, glancing up at the charcoal in your boyfriend's hands.

The group froze before simultaneously nodding together. You took nothing of it, but Bakugou did as he sent a deathly glare to each of them.

"Go on, pick one." Bakugou grumbled, keeping his stone cold glare as he carefully opened the bag and spread it large enough for their hands to fit through.

Sero and Kaminari gulped, clearing their throat before reluctantly taking the so-called cookie from the baggy. Ashido, Kirishima, and Jirou following soon after.

"Hey, babe, can you go get us some water over there?" Bakugou asked quietly, pointing to the water dispenser near the corner of his unnecessarily large office.

You happily obligated, nodding before shuffling over to the dispenser with your fluffy winter boots.

"One negative thing, 'n I'm slitting all of your goddamn throats."

"Yes, sir." Kaminari and Sero saluted foolishly as the rest froze, seemingly lost in thought as they stared at your cookie. wondering how in the world did it get that bad.

You quickly came back with both arms full of plastic cups filled with water. Bakugou was quick to set the cookies down on his desk and grab all the waters from your grasp.

When you smiled expectedly at them, they all glanced at each other before sighing and taking a reluctantly large bite.

"They're– They're um.." "They're awesome!" Kirishima finished for Kaminari, nudging his arm behind their bodies before gulping down his bite.

You happily squealed, jumping up and down before hugging your boyfriend at his neck.

And then, he smiled.

"Say a thing, and I'll kill you."

[luveline]

I am humbly requesting a steve zombie au where the reader gets hypothermia hehehe😌

ty for ur humble request babe ♡ steve zombie au —steve freaks when you show symptoms of hypothermia. fem!reader 2k

"Steve, I think there's something wrong." 

Steve raises his head to show he's listening, keeping his gaze on the map. You say it through shivers, sleeves pulled down over your makeshift mittens. "What's wrong, honey?"

He's noticed you aren't yourself today, and he thinks a soft tone is the least he can give you. The stupid map in his hand is tattered, creased down the middle from folding and unfolding. He thought getting to Michigan would be easy, walk in one direction and keep on, but you both need to eat and rest and the weather is too cold to go any further. He needs to find a residential, tonight. 

"I feel off. I'm tired and I…" Your mumbling drifts off. 

Steve shoves the map under his arm, "What? Tell me." 

"Cold," you say, slurred, offering your hands. "I can't feel my fingers." 

You're wearing socks over your hands, the best gloves Steve could offer. He takes them with a severe frown, unhappy when the cold of your skin permeates through. You're ice. 

"And you don't feel well?" he asks, feeling up your arm to your neck. 

Steve digs under the layers of your shirts, hoodie, coat, feeling for your pulse. It feels alarmingly slow. He'd never guess from looking at you how slow your heart is pumping. 

Steve doesn't know everything, but he knows you're not supposed to be this cold for this long. You shiver as his fingers warm your neck, a pained hum coming from the very back of your throat as he pulls you in for a hug. 

"Okay," he says, rubbing your back even though he knows it's pointless. "Don't worry. We can't stay outside anymore, huh?" 

Steve aches to have to drag you down road after road, stretches of streets littered with little protection to offer. The roadside stores here are rocked by the elements, windows smashed and ceilings caving in. You're stumbling by the time a crop of houses appear in the distance, lethargic. Steve thought it was bad that you were cold, of course, but this is a more primal fear. You're not cold, you're freezing, actively freezing. 

"You're okay," he says again, his gentlest reassurance. "Sweetheart, just a few more minutes. See that house, the big brown shutters? That's where we're going. Can you do it?" 

"I can do it," you murmur. 

"I know, but it's my turn to ask stupid questions." 

Dead trees line the street, a planter of flowers by the door turned to crisps. Steve props you against a beam of wood holding up the angled porch roof and opens the screen door. He tries the handle on the interior. It's locked, a good sign. 

He's admittedly feeling the adrenaline of your imminent demise. Furious with the world and circumstances and himself for letting this happen, Steve kicks the door down with three big kicks. The bang rings like a shot through the entire neighbourhood, he imagines, but there's no time to worry about it. 

"You have to–" little gasp, Steve's head hurts, "have to sweep the house," you say as he pulls you inside. 

If there's something in here, he has to risk it. Out of options. 

He's as softhanded as he can manage dropping you into a seemingly intact couch. The room appears untouched from whoever left it, rather plush, it's a room Steve would've liked to live in. 

He grabs your face. You meet his eyes, startled. 

"I'm going upstairs for blankets. If something happens, you yell for me as loudly as you can. You don't have to say anything, just scream. Seriously." 

"Yeah," you say breathlessly. The last street of walking and the few steps has exhausted you. 

"Don't sleep," he says severely. 

"No, I won't." 

Steve dumps his bag on the floor. He backtracks to the porch to grab yours and wedges the splintered door closed using your bag as a temporary stopper. 

You must be hypothermic, cold for days, too cold to sleep last night, and it's all Steve's fault. We can do it, he'd said, just another push. He hoped for better standing further out of Indiana. None of it will matter if you get sick. 

He spins to walk up the stairs, falls weak and rushes back into the living room to check on you. 

"Everything's okay," he says, taking your face again into his hands and kissing your forehead. It's purely selfish. 

You touch his elbow. "I know." 

Steve takes off his jacket and puts it over your lap. The house is vaguely warmer than outdoors but it's far from enough to make a difference to you. Heart in his throat, he bounds up the stairs and onto the landing, an L-shape with one bedroom straight in front and four doors on left. The smell of gore coming from the closed master bedroom explains how it could be this clean; it wasn't uncommon at the start of the apocalypse for people to lock themselves in, kill themselves and their families. He has no interest in seeing it, nor unleashing the mould spores that come with decomposition. Whatever blankets were in there are worthless now. 

He takes a left and opens the door with a slam. A teenage bedroom not unlike his own back home, a simple comforter on the bed. He grabs it and tosses it on the landing, dipping into the second room. Bathroom, nothing worth having. The third room is a utility room with a jackpot of folded sheets, towels, padded quilts, and a comforter rolled into a log. He throws everything onto the floor and forgets the fourth door, arms fit to burst with fabric as he descends back downstairs. 

"Steve?" you ask.

"Yep, yes. I'm here." He drops the blankets at your feet. "Are your clothes damp?" 

"I think… no." 

"I'd tell you to take off your jacket," he begins, shaking the biggest comforter out over you as he talks, "but I want as many layers as possible. Come here, sweetheart. Lift your back a little." He tucks you in like a pastry. "Good. Good, thank you, sweetheart." 

"You're being very nice," you mumble, your eyelashes twitching like you've dimes weighing down your eyelids. 

"I'm always nice." 

"No," you say, your head falling back into the couch cushions. It's a family couch made of soft fabrics, not the showy leather piece you'd expect in such a mammoth lodging. "You're okay, though." 

Steve piles blankets on top of you. The cold is eating at him too, his nose stiff, his hair standing on end as gooseflesh ripples over his arms. 

When you've been sufficiently sandwiched, he feels your face again. You're already warmer, his hand creeping down into your shirt to feel for your pulse. Ropey. 

"Sweetheart, I need you to try and perk up," he says, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. 

"Not feeling perky." 

"Ah, but you're always perky. You're my sun, 'cos I'm so awful," he says, panic lining his plea. "You are. I'm going to make you something hot to eat." 

"Hot air?" you ask, slinking further down into your hump of sheets. 

"I think we might be in luck." 

He speaks too soon, really. The cupboards are lackluster. The can of soup he'd been hoping to find doesn't materialise. But there's a small can of ravioli, enough salted fish to make any tom cat happy, and a jug of water beneath the sink. He looks at it and sighs in relief. You have two litres of rainwater in your bag, and that had been the rations. This is one less thing to worry about. 

Steve makes sure that there kitchen door and the patio doors in the lonely dining room are locked, taking a big cooking pot from the pantry (depressingly empty bar a bag of sugar spilled on its side and a sack of grain) and a saucepan from atop the stove. He checks the gass but he's never that lucky, resigning himself to a typical campfire when it doesn't work. 

"Steve, put it back on," you say as he comes back in, your eyes a little wider, slightly more alert. You've pulled your arms out from under the blankets, with his jacket in your hands. 

Steve has kissed you before. You haven't talked about it out loud —he'd like to think a lot has been said in hand-holding, in spooning, and in you hand carding through his hair. He's eager to kiss you again, dumping his findings to hold your wrists. "Thank you," he says, kissing you clumsily, your lips cold. "Now put your arms in. I'll pull the blankets up." 

"Can you kiss me again?" 

"I'm trying to make you some hot water." 

"I'm warm enough already. Please?" 

Steve kisses you again. This time, he closes his eyes, puts his hand against your jaw. The sound of your lips pressing to his seems loud in the quiet. 

He pulls away with a final peck. "Are you feeling warmer?" 

You blow breath up your face. "Bet so." 

Steve rolls his eyes and turns away to make a campfire in the stolen pot. He'll boil some water in the saucepan for you to hold like a risky hot water bottle, and make some warmed ravioli. It'll be sweet. And tomorrow, if you're feeling better, he'll scavenge for supplies in the neighbourhood. Tonight, he'll burn the kitchen chairs. They don't need them anymore. 

"Settle in," he says, opening his backpack for the fire starters and matches. "We'll stay for a while, okay?" 

"Yeah, okay. Sorry for the fuss." 

"Are you kidding?" He can't look at you. He'll probably cry. "It's cold. You were cold, and we didn't– I knew your coat wasn't good enough but I just thought… well, it's my fault. It is. And I– I care about you so much," —he says it in a rush, true but unused to admitting his feelings to you or anyone— "I can't do this without you. I'll take better care of you, I swear. It won't happen again." 

"You know what would really warm me up?" you ask. 

Steve turns on his heel. "Let me make you something to eat." 

"Not hungry, just cold." 

Steve tamps down a giddy smile into one more respectable. "Let me feel your pulse," he relents, lifting the heavy layer of blankets to climb inside. Its roasting, the warmest he's felt in weeks, and your arm is alive as he slides into your side. 

He puts his hand against your neck, waiting for a steady bump. 

"Am I cured?" you ask. 

Steve sighs in relief. "You're cured." 

You wrap your arms around him. Life with you and in this situation is an endless rise and fall. Something shitty happens, you scrape by, and, as a victory, he gets to hug you in the end. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" Steve asks. 

"You just said I was cured, Steve," you mumble, digging your face into his shoulder. "Just. Stay here. Keep feeling me up." 

"Not what I'm doing." 

[floatingtomarsinmylittleboat]

This is a little fic from one of my asks/prompts on @ghostbite0 page about their tiny 21 trio au, such a good au I literally bawl every time... anyways tadaaaaa (I will be posting more trust gang)

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Sanemi could feel something felt off when he woke up. Like a little pulling In the the back of the head. He sat up and pushed away the little puppy dog he'd been sleeping with (someone keeps putting it in his arms he swears). Sanemi looks around the room he and the other babies had been staying in trying to wake himself up. He realized they weren't here in the crib with him, he was confused but he preferred it that way (no matter what the little voice in the back of his head said).

He pushed himself up and got up holding the bars of his crib getting ready to yell at someone to get him out of this thing before he hears it. He knows that laugh. The tugging in the back of his mind overtakes his whole little baby brain. An excited scream breaks out of Sanemi's mouth when he sees a flash of purple go by. 

Genya freezes, was that Sanemi? He froze thinking he heard wrong but he knew he was right. Obanai was with Mitsuri who was trying to give him a bottle and Giyuu was with Tanjiro. Sanemi got put down for a nap after he dumped his food onto the floor. Genya's nervous, ever since his brother got turned into a baby his behavior toward him totally flipped. Sanemi used to avoid Genya like a plague and now its like the two are the best of friends. It was overwhelming for the poor teen. His big adult angsty older brother who acted like Genya didn't mean anything to him was now a little baby who wanted nothing more than to hang out with him (when he's in baby mode again). A whine breaks him out of this thoughts. 

Genya hesitates for a bit longer until the whining because sobbing. He rushes into the room, almost tripping on a stuffed animal (Mitsuri swears it's to keep the babies entertained but everyone knows it's all for Obanai). Sanemi giggles through his tears and bounces in his place. Genya pauses and tries to think of the last time his brother looked even remotely happy to see him. He guessed he took too long because Sanemi throws his stuffed dog at his face and whines with as much anger his baby body can muster (he looks like a kicked puppy with his watery eyes, chubby cheeks and tiny bit of drool on the right corner of his mouth).

“Alright Nemi I'm right here, it's okay”. Genya reaches over the crib bars and picks Sanemi up. A happy coo comes out of the baby and his brother wipes his snot covered face with a blue rag. Rags and bibs were an absolute necessity when the trio was in baby mode or eating. Sanemi has a bit of a dribble problem, Obanai is always suckling on his pacifier or little mittens, and Giyuu… he's something else. Sanemi squeals and shoves his face in his brother's neck, smelling the smallest hint of gun powder and mint. Genya chuckles, “You're such a little dweeb” and bends over to pick up the stuffed animal his baby brother chucked at him. His brother babbles out what sounds like “You're a dweeb”.

Genya tucks the toy in Sanemi's arms and the boy screams in delight and babbles random unintelligible words. Genya caught maybe the word puppy and his name but you couldn't tell with the way Sanemi was shaking his head back and forth. Genya tickles his brother's side and soaks in all the happy laughter he gets as a response. The teen looks around the room for something to do before deciding to go to the comfy corner covered in pillows and blankets. It was made after Giyuu smacked his head on the floor trying to find a comfy spot to lay down. It also doubles as a playpen and calm down corner/time out corner which was very effective for the baby Genya was holding who was prone to meltdowns for whatever reason.  

Genya steps over the makeshift gate and settles in between the pillows and blankets with his brother on his lap. The babbles continued with Sanemi smacking the puppy on his big brothers tummy. Genya smiled softly at Sanemi smiling little face and sparkling eyes. “Be gentle Nemi, don't be mean to your puppy okay?” Sanemi crawled off Genya with a little pat to his puppy and picked up a dragon plush for Genya. Genya chuckled as he realized his brother wanted to play with stuffed animals. When his brother got like this he especially enjoyed playing pretend, it was really cute. “Alright Nemi, whats our little story?” Genya smiled as he sat up across from his brother with the dragon in his hand. 

The two played for what felt like hours and Sanemi began to yawn again. Genya wiped his mouth again and laid down with him. His baby brother laid on his chest sniffling softly with one arm curled around his puppy and a hand clutching his brother's clothes. Genya rubbed up and down Sanemi's back until his breathing slowed. “Goodnight Nemi, I love you so much…” Genya pressed a kiss to his brother's forehead before laying down to think about how his life had totally flipped on him.

Genya woke up to angry babbling and things being thrown at him. “Nemi what are you doing? Come here let's get you dressed and fed”. He stood up and cracked his back before turning towards a pouty and red faced Sanemi in the corner of the room, the puppy laid nearby. When Genya tried to pick Sanemi up, the boy exploded into angry babbles with hateful eyes. Genya sighed and left to go get Gyomei to calm his chihuahua of a baby brother. So much for bonding time. 

[chelseaknoo]

25 days with Eminem

Eminem x reader

Day 8

The next morning, as you and Marshall were lounging on the couch with coffee, Jackie sitting happily in his bouncer nearby, the girls suddenly came into the living room with suspiciously eager expressions. Stevie had her phone out, Alaina was grinning mischievously, and Hailie was carrying Jackie’s little winter coat.

Marshall immediately narrowed his eyes. "Alright, what are you three up to? You’re way too excited for it to be something normal."

Hailie rolled her eyes. "Nothing bad. We just thought it’d be fun to take Jackie out for a while, give you guys some time to relax." She looked directly at you with a sly smile.

Marshall raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, ‘take Jackie out’? Where are you even planning on going?"

"The zoo!" Stevie chimed in. "It’s Christmas-themed. They’ve got lights and stuff, and it’s super kid-friendly."

You glanced over at Marshall, who looked about two seconds away from launching into an interrogation. "That actually sounds sweet," you said, turning back to the girls. "But are you sure? It’s cold out, and Jackie can get a little fussy sometimes."

"We’ve got this!" Alaina assured you, picking up Jackie’s tiny beanie and holding it up like it was proof of their preparedness. "We’ll bundle him up and make sure he’s warm. And if he gets fussy, we’ll bring him back right away."

"Uh-huh," Marshall said skeptically, setting his coffee down. "And who’s carrying the stroller, the diaper bag, and Jackie when he decides he doesn’t want to be in the stroller anymore?"

Stevie pointed at Alaina. "That’s her job."

Alaina gasped. "Why is it automatically me?"

"You’re the tallest!" Stevie said. "That makes you the designated bag carrier."

Marshall smirked. "Sounds like y’all don’t have a plan at all."

"We do!" Hailie insisted, pulling out a checklist on her phone. "Snacks? Check. Diapers? Check. Toys? Check. We’ve got everything covered."

You looked at Jackie, who was bouncing happily in his seat, clearly oblivious to the brewing debate. "I mean... they do seem prepared," you said softly to Marshall. "And it’s just the zoo. It’s not like they’re taking him to the moon."

Marshall rubbed his hand down his face, groaning. "Fine. But the second he cries or even sneezes, I want him back here. No excuses."

"Dad, we’re not amateurs," Hailie said, rolling her eyes as she scooped Jackie out of his seat and started putting on his tiny coat. "We’ve got this. Right, little man? You’re gonna have so much fun!"

Jackie responded with a delighted squeal, clapping his mitten-covered hands together.

"See? He’s excited," Alaina said as she grabbed the diaper bag. "You two just stay here and... do whatever boring grown-up stuff you want."

"Yeah, like napping or taxes," Stevie teased, grinning.

Marshall crossed his arms. "I don’t like your tone, Stevie."

"You don’t have to like it," she said with a wink. "You just have to let us leave."

You laughed, leaning over to kiss Jackie on the cheek. "Alright, baby, have fun with your sisters. Be good for them, okay?"

Marshall reluctantly walked over and adjusted Jackie’s beanie. "You keep an eye on them, alright, buddy? Don’t let them do anything stupid."

Jackie babbled happily, completely unfazed by his dad’s serious tone.

---

Once the girls had bundled Jackie up and headed out the door, you and Marshall stood in the now-quiet house, looking at each other.

"So... what now?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Marshall shrugged, sitting back down on the couch. "I guess we just enjoy the silence. This feels weird, though. Like when the power goes out, and you don’t know what to do with yourself."

You laughed, sitting beside him. "We could watch a movie? Or maybe finally tackle the laundry pile that’s threatening to take over the bedroom."

Marshall groaned, leaning back. "I was hoping for something less domestic. How about we just sit here and do absolutely nothing for a while?"

"Tempting," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "But I feel like we’re supposed to be making the most of this alone time."

Marshall smirked, wrapping an arm around you. "Oh, I can think of a few ways to make the most of it."

You laughed, swatting his chest. "I knew you were going to say that."

"Hey, I’m just trying to be efficient," he said, grinning. "Kids are gone, house is quiet—what’s a guy supposed to do?"

Before you could respond, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out, frowned, and handed it to you. It was a picture from Hailie: Jackie sitting in a stroller next to a giant inflatable penguin, looking unimpressed. The caption read: *He’s not impressed, but we’re having fun.*

You burst out laughing, handing the phone back. "Looks like they’re managing just fine."

Marshall stared at the picture for a moment before shaking his head. "Yeah, but I give it twenty minutes before they call asking for backup."

-

At the zoo, the girls were buzzing with excitement, pushing Jackie in his stroller through the park’s entrance. Stevie held the map while Hailie adjusted Jackie’s hat to keep the winter chill off his tiny head. Alaina was juggling a diaper bag and a hot chocolate, looking mildly stressed but still determined.

“Okay,” Stevie said, glancing at the map, “we’ve got lions, penguins, and a petting zoo all on this side. Jackie’s gotta love the petting zoo, right?”

“Maybe,” Hailie said, bending down to make faces at Jackie. “But he looks like he’s already plotting something. Don’t let the cute face fool you.”

Jackie giggled in response, kicking his legs enthusiastically.

“Relax,” Alaina said, blowing on her hot chocolate. “We’ve got this. Babies love animals. What could possibly go wrong?”

---

The first stop was the lion exhibit. Hailie pushed the stroller up to the railing, pointing toward the massive lion lounging under a tree.

“Look, Jackie! That’s a lion. Rawr!” she said, mimicking a lion’s roar.

Jackie stared at her, unimpressed, and then immediately turned his attention to a pigeon pecking at the ground nearby.

“Of course,” Stevie said, laughing. “He’s more interested in the pigeon than the king of the jungle.”

“Give him time,” Alaina said, squatting next to the stroller. ��He’s gotta warm up to the big stuff.”

Suddenly, Jackie let out an excited squeal and started flailing his arms. The girls followed his gaze to see a zookeeper rolling out a cart of raw meat for the lions.

“Oh no,” Hailie said, laughing. “Is he cheering for lunchtime?”

“Definitely,” Stevie said, pulling out her phone to snap a picture. “We’re raising a little carnivore over here.”

As the lions started to eat, Jackie clapped his hands together, clearly entertained.

“Okay, this is cute and all,” Alaina said, standing up. “But I think the petting zoo will be more his speed. Let’s go.”

---

At the petting zoo, chaos truly began. The girls paid for a small cup of feed, and Alaina handed it to Stevie while Hailie unbuckled Jackie from his stroller.

“Alright, buddy,” Hailie said, holding him on her hip. “You ready to meet some goats?”

Jackie squealed again, his arms reaching out toward the nearest goat. Stevie bent down with the feed cup, and a group of goats immediately swarmed her.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Stevie yelped, stumbling backward. “These goats are aggressive!”

“They’re just hungry,” Alaina said, laughing as she tried to pull a particularly pushy goat away from Stevie.

Meanwhile, Hailie crouched down, letting Jackie get closer. “Look, Jackie! You can pet the goat.”

Jackie reached out with his mittened hand and gently patted the goat’s side. For a moment, everything seemed peaceful.

And then Jackie grabbed a chunk of the goat’s fur.

“Jackie, no!” Hailie said, trying to pry his tiny fist open.

The goat bleated loudly, and the other goats seemed to take that as a signal to swarm even closer. Stevie dropped the feed cup in the chaos, and within seconds, the goats were all over it.

“This is insane!” Stevie shouted, jumping out of the way.

Hailie managed to free Jackie’s hand and stood up quickly, holding him at arm’s length. “Okay, the goats are officially done. We’re out of here.”

“Agreed,” Alaina said, brushing goat fur off her coat. “Let’s find something less… intense.”

---

Next, they tried the penguin exhibit. Jackie seemed mesmerized by the way the penguins waddled around and slid into the water.

“Look at that, Jackie,” Stevie said, holding him up so he could see better. “Penguins! They’re like little dudes in tuxedos.”

Jackie leaned forward, staring intently. And then, to everyone’s horror, he sneezed loudly—right onto the glass.

“Oh my God,” Alaina said, laughing. “He slimed the penguin tank!”

“Ew, Jackie!” Hailie said, pulling out a wipe from the diaper bag. “Come on, man. That’s not how we make friends.”

Jackie, blissfully unaware of the mess he’d made, let out a happy babble and smacked the glass with his hand.

One of the penguins waddled closer, seemingly curious about the tiny human making all the noise. Jackie giggled again, slapping the glass repeatedly.

“Okay, this is cute,” Stevie said, pulling out her phone for another picture. “But we should probably clean that up before someone yells at us.”

---

Inside the house, Marshall sits at the kitchen table, hunched over his notebook and laptop. His headphones rest around his neck, and a half-empty coffee cup sits next to his scattered lyric sheets. He’s deep in concentration, tapping his pen on the table rhythmically. The kids are upstairs, and the house is quiet—too quiet.

You stood just outside the kitchen, adjusting the silky robe wrapped loosely around you. Underneath, your new lingerie hugged every curve, and you knew exactly what kind of distraction you were about to become.

With a sly smile, you stepped into the kitchen, leaning casually against the doorway. "Hey, babe, hard at work?"

Marshall glanced up briefly, his brow furrowing in thought. "Yeah, just trying to get this verse right. It's—" He trailed off when his eyes fully registered you. His pen froze mid-tap. "Hold up... what’s this?"

You shrugged innocently, taking a few slow steps closer. "What’s what?"

He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over you. "This little... outfit. You tryna kill my focus or what?"

You smirked, perching yourself on the edge of the table right next to his notebook. "Well, you’ve been working so hard. I thought you deserved a little break."

His lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Oh, *this* is a break, huh? You know I can’t think straight when you do stuff like this."

"Exactly the point," you teased, slipping the robe off your shoulder slightly to reveal the delicate lace beneath.

Marshall raised an eyebrow, his tongue running over his bottom lip as his eyes darkened. "You’re dangerous, you know that? I’m sittin’ here tryin’ to put words together, and now all I can think about is—"

You leaned in, cutting him off with a whisper. "Me?"

"Yeah," he said, his voice dropping lower. "Exactly."

You chuckled, reaching for his pen and playfully twirling it between your fingers. "Well, maybe I can help. What’s the verse about?"

Marshall shook his head, leaning forward so your faces were just inches apart. "Trust me, I’m not thinkin’ about lyrics right now."

"Good," you said softly, letting the robe slip off entirely and drape over the back of the chair.

His eyes widened slightly as he took in the full view of the lingerie, his hand automatically reaching out to rest on your thigh. "Damn, babe. You’ve got me forgettin’ my own name right now."

You grinned, leaning down so your lips were near his ear. "Maybe I’ll remind you later," you whispered, brushing your hand along his jaw.

Marshall groaned quietly, pulling you closer by your hips.

Straddling his lap. "The kids are gone. And besides, you deserve some attention too."

He slid his hands along your waist, his fingers toying with the lace. "You’re really tryna start somethin’, huh?"

"Maybe," you teased, brushing your lips against his. "But only if you want me to."

Marshall kissed you deeply, his notebook and laptop forgotten as his hands roamed over your body. When you finally pulled back, he smirked up at you. "You know this is just gonna make it harder to get back to work, right?"

"Who said anything about getting back to work?" you replied, grinning as you slid off his lap and tugged at his hand.

Marshall shook his head, laughing softly. "Alright, alright. Lead the way, troublemaker."

With one last mischievous smile, you led him to the couch and expanded the couch bed, leaving his lyrics behind and making sure his focus stayed entirely on you.

"You look incredible," Marshall murmured, his gaze following her every move as she slowly turned to face him.

You smirked, taking a step closer, your hands running lightly along his chest. "You haven't seen anything yet."

You walked backward toward the couch, pulling him gently with you.

Marshall raised an eyebrow, his hands still resting at his sides as he watched her. "Are we really doin' this right now?"

"You wanted a break," she said, her voice low and playful. "Well, here’s your break."

You finished unfolding the couch, the bed now ready. You sat down, you eyes locking with his as you kicked off your heels and slowly laid back, her body arching slightly.

"Come here," you said, her voice thick with desire, your eyes never leaving his.

Marshall stood frozen for a moment, as if processing just how quickly things had shifted. The sight of you, so confident and beautiful, ignited something in him. He stepped forward, his steps slow and deliberate, the weight of the moment not lost on him.

When he reached you,you tugged him down, your lips finding his in a kiss that was equal parts tender and hungry. The kiss deepened, their hands exploring, a soft moan escaping you as Marshall’s lips moved against yours.

You broke away first, your breath heavy as you pulled him closer. "I want you, Marshall," you whispered against his ear.

He groaned quietly, his hands running down your body, feeling the softness of your skin, the lace of her lingerie. "Damn, you make it so hard to focus on anything else."

Marshall let out a low chuckle, his hands finding the sides of your waist as he kissed you again, more urgently this time. He gently pushed you back onto the bed, the sheets rustling beneath them as he hovered over you.”You’re too much, I swear you’ll be the end of me."

"Maybe that’s what I’m counting on," you whispered, your hands sliding up into his hair, pulling him closer.

As the Christmas lights flickered in the background, the world outside felt like it had faded away. The only thing that mattered now was the moment they were in—no distractions, no interruptions. Just the two of them, wrapped in each other, lost in the connection they shared.

And as they moved together, the only sounds in the room were the soft rustling of sheets and the rhythmic beat of their hearts.

-

The zoo was bustling with activity as Hailie, Stevie, and Alaina made their way through the exhibits. The chilly air didn't seem to bother them as they joked and laughed, moving from one animal display to the next. Jackie, still nestled in his stroller, was content, but his small eyes were scanning everything around him, his curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar sights and sounds.

"Alright, I think it's time to head over to the aquarium," Hailie said, pointing to the map. "It’ll be perfect for Jackie. He loves water."

Stevie was busy trying to snap a picture of a giraffe when she looked up. "Yeah, sounds good to me. Plus, I could really use some fish therapy after dealing with those goats."

Alaina smiled and waved her phone around. "I agree. But first, look at this picture I took of the penguin. Jackie’s gonna love it."

The girls crowded around Alaina’s phone, momentarily distracted by the adorable picture.

Meanwhile, Jackie was growing increasingly restless in his stroller. He tugged at the straps and kicked his feet, eager for more action.

In one swift motion, Jackie managed to wiggle himself free from his harness. His little hands gripped the edge of the stroller, and before any of the girls could react, he crawled down and out of the stroller.

Hailie, still focused on the phone screen, was the first to notice something wasn’t right. “Wait… where’s Jackie?”

Stevie looked around, confused. “He was just here a second ago. You sure you put him back in right?”

Alaina froze, her eyes scanning the surroundings in panic. “Oh my God, no. No, he didn’t!”

The three of them turned around, their hearts skipping a beat. The stroller was empty, and there was no sign of Jackie.

“Oh no,” Hailie whispered, her voice tight with anxiety. “Where did he go?”

Stevie’s eyes widened, her voice panicked. “This is bad. This is really bad.”

Alaina immediately started running in the direction they had come from, her voice frantic as she called out, “Jackie! Jackie, where are you?”

Hailie and Stevie ran after her, their eyes scanning every corner of the zoo. The familiar sights of the animals, the people, everything blurred as the weight of the situation settled in.

“Do you think he went to the aquarium?” Hailie asked, her voice shaky.

“I don’t know,” Stevie said, her breath coming faster now. “But we need to find him. He could be anywhere.”

The tension between the sisters was palpable as they spread out, desperately looking behind exhibits, peering around corners, and even checking the bathrooms. The zoo, usually a place of fun and laughter, now felt vast and intimidating.

“What if someone took him?” Alaina said, her voice breaking as the worst thoughts crept into her mind.

“Stop,” Hailie snapped, trying to calm her down, even though she, too, felt the growing dread. “He couldn’t have gone far. We just need to keep looking.”

The three of them continued their frantic search, not speaking much anymore. They were all too scared to say what they were all thinking: *What if they didn’t find him in time?*

And with each minute that passed, the anxiety only seemed to grow.

-

Marshall's hands slowly slid down to the delicate lace that barely contained you, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns before slipping beneath, feeling the heat of her skin. The tension grew, their kisses becoming more urgent, more demanding.

Your hands found the button of his jeans, your movements swift and sure as you unbuttoned and unzipped them, her eyes never leaving his. He stepped out of them, the fabric pooling on the floor around his ankles. You ran your hands over the firmness of his hips, your fingers tracing the V-line of his lower abdomen.

Marshall leaned in, capturing your mouth again as his hands found the clasp of your bra, releasing it with a practiced ease. Your breasts spilled free, and he groaned, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, eliciting a shiver from you.

Your hips began to move against him, your legs parting as you wrapped them around his waist.

"Take these off," you murmured against his neck, your teeth grazing his skin lightly.

He complied, his hands moving with surprising gentleness to your hips, sliding the lacy material down your legs. You kicked them off with a playful flourish, and he couldn't help but admire the view. You were naked before him, and all he could do was stare, his breath catching in his throat.

He leaned down, his lips tracing a path along your collarbone, down to your breasts, teasing each peak with his tongue. You arched into him, her nails digging into his back as you moaned softly. His hands found their way to your hips, his thumbs circling her waist as he kissed his way down her stomach.

The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with it. His mouth moved lower, his kisses growing more urgent as he reached the apex of your thighs. He could feel your heart racing beneath his fingertips, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

With one final, lingering kiss, he slid his boxers down, revealing himself. You reached out, her hand wrapping around his length, her eyes never leaving his. "You're so hard for me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call.

Marshall's eyes rolled back, his body responding to her touch. He leaned over her, his hand finding yours, guiding yourmovements. The sensation was almost too much, his hips bucking slightly with each stroke.

He kissed you again, deep and full of need. "You're driving me crazy," he whispered against your lips.

With a wicked smile, you positioned him at your entrance, the heat of her almost unbearable. He pushed in slowly, savoring every inch, feeling your tightness grip him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your nails digging into his skin as he began to move.

Their rhythm grew more frenzied, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The quiet of the house was now filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—his deep, guttural groans melding with you.

Marshall could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his movements becoming more urgent. You matched him, your hips rising to meet his, your breath coming in pants.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, he was there, his climax crashing over him like a wave. He collapsed against you,his breath hot against your neck, their hearts pounding in unison.

They lay there for a moment, tangled in the aftermath, their breathing gradually returning to normal. He rolled to his side, pulling her close, her head resting on his chest.

"I love you," he murmured into her hair.

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion. "I love you too," she whispered back.

The Christmas lights continued to twinkle in the background, but the real magic was right there, in the warmth of their embrace.

Marshall brushed a strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. "You know, you might have just saved my sanity."

You giggled, your hand tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Is that what you call it?"

He chuckled, kissing the top of your head. "Yeah, that's what I call it."

And as they cuddled, the stress of the day, the pressure of the holidays, all of it just melted away, leaving only the warmth of their connection to keep them company.

-

The zoo suddenly seemed like a maze of people, each face a blur, each path a dead end. Panic was starting to sink in, and each time they didn’t see him, it felt like the walls were closing in.

Jackie’s giggles echoed through the air nearby, and for a second, it was as if the world had stopped spinning. They all turned at once to see him—sitting happily by the aquarium's water fountain, completely oblivious to the chaos he'd caused.

“Jackie!” Hailie screamed, rushing toward him, her voice breaking as she scooped him up into her arms. “Oh my god, don’t ever do that again!”

Jackie, smiling up at her, held up the little plastic penguin toy he had somehow found near the fountain. He babbled happily, utterly unaware of the terror he had caused.

Stevie let out a breath of relief, laughing shakily as she approached them. “That little guy really knows how to scare us, huh?”

“Don’t ever crawl off like that again, Jackie,” Alaina scolded, though her voice was shaky with relief. “You scared us half to death!”

Hailie kissed Jackie’s forehead, her heart still racing. “You’re lucky you’re cute, kiddo.” She gently squeezed him tight.

“Let’s just get him back in the stroller before he decides to do another disappearing act,” Stevie said, now holding the stroller, a hint of nervous laughter in her voice.

As they made their way toward the exit of the aquarium, Hailie kept a tight grip on Jackie, now firmly strapped in. They couldn’t stop talking about how they’d never let him out of their sight again.

“You guys are lucky he’s not as fast as he is cute,” Hailie said, still trying to catch her breath. “I swear, he’ll be running circles around us soon.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that,” Alaina joked, but she was still visibly shaken.

“Let’s just keep an eye on him,” Stevie said, her tone more serious now, “and get back to the rest of the zoo before we all lose our minds.”

Jackie, blissfully unaware of the drama, grabbed at his penguin toy, smiling happily as they walked back toward the exit—safe, sound, and thankful.

As the car hummed steadily on the way back home, the soft sound of the tires on the road mixed with the gentle rhythm of Jackie’s peaceful breathing in the backseat. He had finally fallen asleep after the chaos at the zoo, his tiny body nestled comfortably in his car seat, clutching his penguin toy tightly.

Hailie, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned around to glance at Jackie, then at Stevie and Alaina in the back. Her expression was a mix of exhaustion and relief, though the tension from the earlier scare was still lingering in the air.

“Okay, let’s make a pact,” Hailie began, her voice low so it wouldn’t wake Jackie. “No one mentions today to Mom or Dad. Not a word.”

Stevie, who was sitting beside Alaina, immediately nodded in agreement. “Yeah, no need to freak them out. They’d never let us hear the end of it.”

Alaina, who had been uncharacteristically quiet since the whole thing went down, sighed deeply. “I’m just glad we found him. But yeah, no need to tell them. They’d probably have a heart attack.”

Hailie gave a small, strained laugh. “I can’t even imagine how they’d react if they knew. Dad would probably lose his mind, and you know Mom would—”

“Freak out and blame us for not keeping an eye on him,” Stevie interrupted, rolling her eyes dramatically. “It’s not like we meant for him to slip away.”

“I know, I know,” Hailie said, a sigh escaping her lips. “But still, I’m not ready for that lecture.”

Alaina ran a hand through her hair, glancing back at Jackie. “We’ll just say he was being extra good today and took a nap. Easy enough.”

“Yeah, no need to bring up *any* of the chaos. Let’s just leave it at ‘fun zoo day’,” Hailie added, her eyes flickering back to Jackie.

Stevie gave a knowing smile. “And if they ask about him being tired? We’ll just say it was a lot of walking, right? We don’t have to mention him crawling away to a fountain and almost giving us all heart attacks.”

Alaina snickered softly. “Agreed. We’ll just pretend like we’ve got it all under control.”

Hailie smirked, turning to look at the road ahead. “At least we survived it, though. Can’t say that about everything today, but hey, we’re not going to prison for losing Jackie.”

“Yet,” Stevie joked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

The tension finally started to ease in the car as the sisters chuckled together, though there was still a lingering unease between them. They all knew how lucky they had gotten, but they also knew that they couldn’t afford to make the same mistake again.

Alaina crossed her arms over her chest, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Okay, but if Jackie ever does this again, I vote we just leave him with the penguins next time.”

Hailie raised an eyebrow. “You mean, like a sacrifice to the penguin gods? Is that the plan now?”

Stevie laughed. “I think Jackie would rather hang out with the penguins anyway. They’re probably less trouble than us.”

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Hailie gave a relieved sigh, glancing back at Jackie one last time. “Let’s just get inside before we all pass out from the stress.”

Alaina nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Agreed. Let’s just pretend today never happened and go on with our lives.”

As they all stepped out of the car, careful not to wake the sleeping Jackie, they exchanged knowing glances—an unspoken pact that the secret of Jackie’s little adventure at the zoo would stay between them. For now, at least.

When the sisters stepped inside the house, they froze for a second. The scene before them was enough to make them burst into laughter. There, on the couch, were you and Marshall—still in the middle of getting dressed, clearly caught in a moment of haste. Your shirts were half buttoned, and Marshall was pulling his jeans back on, both of you looking guilty but also a little flustered.

Hailie raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Well, well, well... Look what we walked in on.”

Stevie snickered, giving a teasing look. “Guess we know what you two were doing while we were at the zoo.”

Alaina just shook her head, laughing softly. “Mom and Dad, really?”

You both froze, trying to play it cool despite the obvious embarrassment. Marshall cleared his throat, giving them an awkward grin. “Uh, well, you know... just... hanging out.”

The girls exchanged knowing glances before bursting into full laughter. “Sure, just hanging out,” Hailie said, clearly not buying it.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Alright, alright, laugh it up. But seriously, where’s Jackie?”

Alaina waved her hand, still giggling. “Oh, he’s fine. Just woke up from his nap.”

You smiled down at Jackie as you gently lifted him out of his stroller, cradling him in your arms. "Hey, little buddy, how was your day? You have fun at the zoo?" you baby-talked, watching as his little hands reached up to play with your hair. He giggled, making your heart melt.

Marshall walked up to you from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. "How was the zoo?" he asked, looking at the girls with a raised eyebrow, clearly curious.

Hailie, Stevie, and Alaina exchanged quick glances before Hailie gave him a bright smile. “It was good! Jackie loved it. He’s so calm after all that walking,” she said, her voice a little too chipper.

"Yeah, he had a blast," Stevie added, with a nervous laugh.

Alaina nodded in agreement. “Definitely a good day. We didn’t have any issues at all,” she said, the words a little too smooth.

Marshall narrowed his eyes, sensing something was off. "Really?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe. "No problems at all?"

The girls all quickly nodded, too quickly. You caught Marshall’s suspicious gaze but shrugged it off.

"I’m sure they handled it perfectly," you said with a smile, trying to ease the tension. "Jackie’s always good when he’s out and about, right?"

Marshall didn’t say anything for a moment, his eyes still scanning the girls. They were all acting a little too... calm, especially after a day at the zoo. But after a few seconds, he just shook his head, letting out a sigh. "Alright, I guess I’ll take your word for it," he said, though the suspicion still lingered in his tone.

The girls exchanged relieved glances, glad that Marshall hadn’t pressed any further. But you knew the calm would be short-lived—Marshall always had a way of sensing when something was off.

-

During family movie night, everyone was lounging on the couch, snacks in hand, when Marshall's phone buzzed on the coffee table. He reached for it absentmindedly, scrolling through his feed. That’s when his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wait, what the hell?" Marshall muttered, clicking on the post. You leaned over, seeing the headline: *“Eminem’s Daughters Search for Baby Brother After Losing Him at the Zoo.”*

Your face immediately flushed with anger. "What the hell is this?!"

Marshall's eyes darted to the girls, who were all sitting together, looking guilty as hell. "Seriously?!" he exploded, standing up, his voice rising. "You guys lost Jackie at the zoo?"

The girls froze, and then Alaina nervously started, "Well, it wasn’t—"

Hailie cut her off. "We didn’t lose him!"

Stevie jumped in. "It was *her* fault!" pointing at Alaina.

"No, no, it was Hailie’s fault!” Alaina shot back.

You crossed your arms, fuming. "You better start telling the truth right now, or you’re all in so much trouble!"

The girls laughed nervously, realizing they were trapped. They all started blaming each other, their voices rising as they argued over who had let Jackie slip away. Marshall turned to you, equally frustrated. "I can’t believe this. We trusted you guys!"

The chaos escalated, but the scene cut off short as the girls scrambled to find a way to explain themselves before Marshall and you completely lost it.

[schoenpepper]

Back for the holidays, I guess

Intro: Traveling back to your small hometown was meant to clear up your thoughts regarding your engagement. A tall, handsome, and slightly sadistic mer eel makes that a bit difficult.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, not proofread, kinda yandere jade but not really

Masterlist

Jade's Birthday Countdown

“You’ll be leaving tomorrow?”

Jade looks at you with an emotion that you might almost mistake for sorrow, the red plaid scarf you’d given him for Christmas whipping about in a flurry of tiny snowflakes. His hands, clad in a cute pair of knitted mittens the two of you had bonded over by the fireplace, come up to cup your frosted cheeks in its fuzzy warmth.

You nod. “I can’t stay here, Jade. He’s waiting for me.”

His lips curl down into a pout like that of a petulant child.

“And why must you return to him?”

“Because…”

“Because you love him?”

You pause. The easiest way to get out of this conversation is by agreeing. You loved him. Right? You know you did, at least once. But does that still hold true now? Can your love stand against this whirling typhoon of a man standing in front of you? When you’ve spent the last month away from your fiance, have you ever actually thought of him more than you’ve thought about Jade and the space he takes up in your life?

“Because we’re getting married soon.”

You can never lie to Jade. He knows you too well.

As expected, Jade smiles. His hand slips down to your own, and he fiddles with the outline of your ring that’s poking out from your own gloves. “You’re not.”

“What do you mean?”

He leans in to rest his forehead against yours.

You know him well enough too, don’t you?

“Your fiance, unfortunately, seems to have been caught up in a work scandal and is currently facing charges for up to five years in prison,” the way he says it is so light and cheerful, and you can only sigh because really, what did you expect?

Jade Leech isn’t the type of person to just let you go.

“So stay with me, Y/N.”

He’s the type to chain you down under lock and key, sinking you with him in the ocean.

“...Okay.”

[catboymoments]

I'm sure this has been answered before, but tumblr search fails me, so I guess I'll ask again: how old were Azura and Mittens when Mittens was adopted by the Nocedas? And how long was the onboarding process between "meeting this potential new family" and "actually for realsies getting adopted"?

mittens was four and azura had just turned ten :3 the onboarding process took about a month, it was expedited because luz and amity had already completed most of the required paperwork to adopt or foster back when they thought they wouldnt be able to have a bio kid.

[sociopathicartist]

“vanilla?”

“No.”

“lavender?”

“No!”

“i give up.” Sans tossed his hands up in defeat, falling back onto the couch to sink into.

You rolled your eyes, lighting up a tea light candle you had and setting it on the coffee table. “You only guessed two times. It’s coconut.”

“how the hell was i supposed to guess coconut? we aren’t in hawaii, babe.” He complained, unamused by the scent of your candles.

There had been a power outage about an hour ago due to the storms outside. While you weren’t scared of the storms you did happen to be a bit scared of your entire house being pitch black, so you turned on the flashlight to your phone and started setting out tea light candles everywhere in your house. You saved them up since power outages happened a lot during the stormy summer weather.

As you had been lighting up the kitchen, your boyfriend suddenly appeared. You freaked out and almost whacked him across the skull with the lighter, which he backed up and tried to ease your freak out with a simple ‘ let’s not get things too heated, babe. ‘

Naturally, he was very amused by how you had managed to light up almost every main area in your house with little candles. He kept wandering around your house to see all the lights and would blow one or two out to annoy you, but stopped after that. Now he was just occupying himself with asking random questions while you were putting the candles out, like what their scent was.

“okay okay, you get to be alone with me for the whole week or get one dinner with ryan gosling.” Sans questioned, waving his hand up at the ceiling while he spoke.

You sighed as you placed two more candles on your TV stand. “You already know my answer. You, obviously. Even before dating you, I wasn't appealed much at the thought of dating a man.”

Sans snorted, a small twinge of blue coming up on his face. “awww, really? i guess you’re really into skeletons, you necrophile.”

“Human fetish.”

“maybe. me personally, i would choose ryan gosling.”

You turned around to walk over to him on the couch, setting the lighter down on the coffee table. “You’re a big liar and you know it. Now move or be moved.”

Sans chuckled and sat up, scooting a bit to the side as you wormed your way next to him on the couch. The layout didn’t work at first, and you both exchanged an awkward look before you moved to sit in between his legs, your back resting against his ribs. His arms rested over your chest, his mandible sitting on the top of your head. Comfortable.

“you know, i’m not critiquing your choices here, but you lit up the whole house when we won't be anywhere but the living room and bedroom,” Sans spoke to you, his voice lowered down to an attractively quiet tone which only assisted with how correct his words were.

You shook your head, your hands going to rest over his. Why did he have his mittens on right now? “Nuh-uh. Who said I was taking you up to my bedroom?”

Sans scoffed, but you could tell he was being facetious. “i was meaning to sleep, you perv.”

“Sure you were. And my candles my choices, pal. You showed up out of nowhere and choose to sit here and make fun of me for being scared of the dark.” You paused your complaints, leaning forward a bit to turn your head and look back at him. “Why did you come over here out of nowhere again?”

Sans took one of his hands off your chest, bringing it up to brush some hair out of your face while he spoke to you. “just thought you’d want the company. i know you don’t like the dark, and paps is sleeping anyway.”

You smiled and leaned your face into his hand, a bit glad he was thinking of you. There wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t, but it still made you happy nonetheless. “It was a very nice surprise. I’m glad you showed up to protect me from the hallway demons.”

There was an attempt from Sans to run his hand through your hair while he listened to you, but since he had his mittens on it was just slipping over the top of your head and making your hair all staticky. He found it a bit amusing to do even after you tried batting his hand away.

“you didn’t need to light the candles you know.” He suggested another solution, successfully nagging your attention.

You know him well enough for it to only take 3 seconds to realize what he was getting behind.

“i have something that glows.” He was holding back laughter, partially from his upcoming joke and partially because of your expression.

“Shaddap. You come over to my house and make disgusting jokes. How sick.” You moved your head away from his hand, trying to pat down the static he was causing.

Sans’ hand kept trying to rub on your hair, his mitten charged up with electric static now.

He snickered, both his hands cupping your face to make you look at him. “deez nuts.”

“Out of my house.” You let him hold onto your face, enjoying the little shenanigans he was up to.

He didn’t answer back with a witty pun or joke, instead just pulling you down to rest your head on his chest. “there there. it must be so hard having such a hilarious boyfriend.”

“No.” You wrapped your arms around him in an attempt to snuggle into his embrace.

It was hard to cuddle up to him sometimes because he was always shifting around or letting his hands roam on you until you had to call him out to stop so that you could both go to sleep. Unless he was sleeping or pretending to sleep, he seemed to have a difficult time staying in one place for too long. Sometimes though, you’d catch him after he had an exhausting day and you’d both just hold each other in comfortable silence, not moving an inch or saying a word for hours. Those were some of your favorite days.

“Sans?” You called out his name after a few minutes of quiet.

“yeah, babe?” He answered immediately, one of his hands gently rubbing up and down your back while the other petted your hair.

You thought for a few moments about your question. “How did you first know when you liked me?”

Sans inhaled deeply. He loved asking and answering these silly little romance questions with you, but sometimes it was difficult to find the correct words for an answer.

“i just knew. i looked over to you and the realization hit me. there were no second thoughts or doubts about it.”

You stared at the wall for a few moments, your thumb rubbing small circles on the back of his vertebrae just above the hood on his jacket. Your candles were starting to burn out. You needed to light up new ones in a bit.

You kept your voice quiet to match his, acting as if speaking too loud would break the moment. “Do you remember when it was?”

“oh, yeah.” His smile tugged up a bit on the ends, his genuine smile showing through at the thought of the memory. “you want me to tell you about it so that i can gush over you?”

“Yes, please.”

“okay, uhhh,” He paused before recapping his memory with you. “you were at my house. in my room to be more specific. i was showing you through one of my video games since you hadn’t played it before, but i was kinda off that day.”

It was weird to him to think about because he didn’t remember why he wasn’t feeling well that day, or what video game he was showing you. He just remembered you.

“you somehow noticed, and you asked me what was up. whenever i told you nothing was up except for the ceiling, you told me to stop lying. you said you could tell by the way my voice sounded, and how my smile drooped down just a tad. i don’t even remember if i ended up answering you, but i know i was quiet for a while. nobody had ever uh… ever seen me like that before.”

You listened to him speak. His hands had stopped moving around on you entirely, just resting on the small of your back comfortably. “Yeah?”

“yeah. i don’t know why it was like that, but it was like i was dragged out of the little reality in my head where i was noticed by everyone but not noticed enough to be cared about like that. and the worry in your voice. you just looked like a different person in that moment and from then on. it was like i saw you clearly after looking through fogged glass.”

Sans always had a really good use of his words whenever he chose to use them instead of being silly. This was one of those moments where you were fully convinced that you could listen to him talk for hours.

“I love you.”

“i love you too.”

You weren’t sure if the rush of being able to tell him that you loved him and having him respond with such little hesitation would ever go away. Sans wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to it either.

All your candles had begun to burn out since they were just little tea lights, leaving you and Sans to succumb to a slow progression of darkness.

His voice broke the silence first, as it usually did. He always had lots of things to say to you. “all your candles are burning out, babe. you wanna light up some more? the power probably won't come back on for the rest of the night.”

The power probably wouldn’t come back on for a while, he was right. “Why don’t we just go to bed? It seems like a waste to light everything again when it’s so late at night, and I know you’re tired.”

“up to bed?” His voice took back a joking tone, and you braced yourself for the devious intentions behind his words. “no need for a candle, i know something that glows, hehe.”

“Sans… Don’t say it. It doesn’t get funnier the more that you say it.”

“deez nuts in your face.”

thanks for reading:3 it’s been storming really bad down where i live, so i wanted to write a little drabble for it. uploads might be a bit slow since finals during school r catching up to me, sorry! have a lovely night:)