#mmm fish apple pie

[falcoworks]

Day 25 -- Confection

Wispapple-snapper pies were a mainstay of lutren gatherings and feasts, but no one could seem to agree on the best portmanteau for the dessert; wisnapperl? Wispapper? Snapperwappel?

[rekas-writes]

Valorant Agents and Their Fast Food Sins

Pair: Implied! Individual Agent (Neon, Killjoy, Raze, Jett, Chamber, Harbor, Sage, Reyna, Viper, Phoenix, Yoru)/GN! Reader - more so Individual HCs Source: Valorant

Type: Headcanons/Bulletpoints - 652 words Genre: Comedy/Fluff/Crack Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

TW: None

A/N: Hi! It's been a while! I hope you've had a wonderful New Year and a fantastic winter holiday/winter in general, my lovely customers! I'll be wrapping up some orders before diving back into my October series! ❤️

Further A/N: It was my birthday on the 31st December and I've just come back from the Philippines. I was dealing with a couple things but I'm hoping to get back into writing! This was just a fun, little thing I thought of while out in London. There was a Wendy's and a Taco Bell and those things are hard to come by here in the UK, haha- and so naturally it evolved into fast food habits nobody asked for.

Of course if you do any of these combos, more power to you! This is all in jest and I just wanted to write a light-hearted comedy/joke piece :D

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰ 🍡 ꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Neon: Cuts a donut in half and then sandwiches her McDonald's apple pie with it. It helps with her sweet tooth and she swears it's the perfect dessert combo. Will also make you one in an effort to get you to appreciate this sugary goodness as much as she does. She might also wink and say it's not as sweet as you... and then cover her face with a hand because she can't believe she just said that

Killjoy: Puts chicken nuggets in her chicken sandwich and if you tell her that's too much chicken for the bread to filling ratio, she'll just add more out of amusement. If you encourage her? She'll get you to help her put as much chicken as possible in there

Raze: Mixes all the sauces together. All of them. And then she will ask you to grab more sauces/your leftover sauces. Sauces are boring on their own apparently. If you ever raise an eyebrow at that, she'll just shrug and tell you not to bash it ‘till you try it. Somehow it doesn't taste bad at all

Jett: Puts chicken nuggets and other random fillings from different fast food joints on pizza and then folds it like a calzone. Has and will defend this to the end of time. If you ask her why she doesn't just make her own custom pizza/calzone, she says it doesn't taste the same

Chamber: Puts onion rings and fries in his burger. It's not really a sin, but he genuinely thinks this is a weird combination/thing to do so he never does it in front of people. He'll wait for you to go to the bathroom or something, and then add them in. Might steal your onion rings and/or fries too while you're gone. I'll cut him some slack, only because he doesn't really eat enough fast food to know the common food 'hacks'.

Harbor: Eats the fillet-o-fish and a random other burger/sandwich combined. If you give him a look, he will take another bite slowly and chew obnoxiously with a smug look. He does the exaggerated "mmm" too and closes his eyes just to hear you laugh and roll your eyes

Sage: Likes the good ol' fries in the milkshake and pineapple on pizza. She really likes the salty-sweet combos and has more of a sweet tooth than she'd like to admit. She also thinks the fruit/shakes help(s) make fast food feel less greasy

Reyna: Uses human blood as ketchup She mixes coffee and soda together to feel something. You don't even question her, mostly because she refuses to explain herself and doesn't feel the need to. She'll just shrug, smile and then offer you a taste- saying it's like devouring a soul. It tastes like battery acid

Viper: Doesn’t commit food sins but she did try to poison someone’s fast food. She just wanted to test out a weaker poison she had on hand, and decided her target would be that one person who wouldn't take a hint and leave you alone. Never leave your food unattended around her, especially if you're going to blatantly annoy her S/O.

Phoenix: Puts popcorn chicken in his munchkin donuts. He claims to be a food connoisseur every time you question it, and that it'll catch on as a food trend one day. You tried it once and didn't know how to feel about the fact you didn't hate it. He gets really excited every time he gets this particular combo and you can't help but smile at his childlike giddiness

Yoru: Probably puts salt in his cheap coffee, it tastes awful but he does it anyway- maybe out of spite. He got the salt from the tears of his enemies. He never stopped to consider that just because he could, maybe he shouldn't. You don't say anything because the last time you did, he drank it faster and then got another

[stardewremixed]

First Day of Fall

a little late on this... 1st day of fall... what are the Stardewies doing? 

Abigail - pumpkin spice cookies, pumpkin creamer in coffee, pumpkin pie, pumpkin colored wool scarves, pumpkin socks, pumpkin bread, pumpkin biscotti, pumpkin spice candles, pumpkin everything!

Alex - IT’S GRIDBALL SEASON! Tell your friends. Busting out his jersey and face paint, ready to toss the ball around in the yard or on the beach with anyone who happens by and in front of the TV the moment a game starts with pizza and popcorn and snacks. 

Elliott - watching the sunset over the ocean, admiring the changes in the season

Emily - sewing her Spirits Eve costume and inevitably making Haley’s also 

Haley - taking photos of all the fall foliage 

Harvey - an apple a day keeps the doc... oh wait! Apple season is delightful anyhow. 

Leah - sculpting a turkey piece for the Valley Friendsgiving celebration 

Maru - daydreaming about an fall dance in the fixed-up Community Center 

Penny - reading spooky stories near the graveyard

Sam - raking leaves in the yard, jumping in the pile with Vince, and then starting all over again

Sebastian - playing a video game (what else?) slupring back pumpkin soup until forced to go on an autumn hike with his family 

Shane - helping Marnie bake pies in the kitchen (taste testing is fun) and he doesn’t have anything better to do 

Caroline - perusing magazines for fall recipes and activities  

Clint - working... but a nice autumn ale at the Stardrop sounds nice 

Demetrius - observing the changes in fall flora and fauna and taking notes for his scientific findings 

Evelyn - picking fall flowers for a small arrangement on the kitchen table 

George - complaining that it’s a day like any other day, but secretly glad kids are back in school as it’s quieter 

Gunther - setting up the new display of harvest traditions in ancient times at the museum/library 

Gus - rotating to the autumn menu - cinnamon apple butter pancakes for the Sunday brunch is a town fave! 

Jas - searching for butterflies, toadstools, and little fairies in the Cindersap Forest 

Jodi - offering up prayers to Yoba for a good harvest to bless the town 

Kent - roasting hazelnuts in the backyard firepit 

Lewis - yay! It’s Autumn’s Bounty season again. 

Linus - looking for root vegetables like yams... nothing like a fire-roasted yam and a bit of butter. 

Marnie - baking a million pumpkin pies for everyone in town, and then putting an autumn leaf in her hair when she heads to the Stardrop 

Morris - raising membership prices now that people are flooding in for pre-baked apple pies, candy corn, popcorn balls, and caramel apples

Pam - looking for Linus to try and bum some of the man’s yams to make glazed yams... maybe Penny will come home and eat dinner tonight.  

Pierre - arguing with Caroline about his refusal to stock corn in the store (he has a whole conspiracy theory about the horrors of corn syrup) 

Robin - leading everyone on an autumn mountain hike (”forced family fun” as Sebastian likes to call it) 

Vincent - playing in a leaf pile with Sam (giggling when his mom asks why there are leaves in his hair) 

Willy - decorating his shop with a fall theme - pumpkins right outside the door - and whipping up a fish dinner with julienned squash, carrots, and zucchini (mmm... I’m eating dinner at Willy’s house tonight)  

[smoochkooks]

—christmas cream(pie) ; (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: established relationship, smut, fluff

⟶ word count: 3.6k

⟶ summary:  a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend's parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

⟶ warnings: explicit sexual content, food play, finger-sucking, spit kink, dirty talk, oral (f) receiving, slight choking but nothing too extreme, unprotected sex, creampie, jungkook being the sweetest boyfriend on the earth and your emotional support, tooth-rooting domestic fluff:(

a/n: hi!! this is my little christmas present for you. hope you enjoy what my brain came up with yesterday<3 ps. i also dont know what kind of fic title this is.

Christmas secure a top spot on your own self-made list of holidays. You enjoy practically every aspect of it. The food, decorating your house, songs, movies, the whole magical aura of warmth and love – you name it.

But this year though, you're fiddled with anxiety because it's the first time you're going to celebrate with your boyfriend Jungkook and his parents.  

You've been dating for two lovely years, living in a shared apartment for almost six months but somehow you've never spent any major holiday together. Until now, it actually felt like a step bigger than moving in. Choosing to be with your families and celebrate separately was never an issue for both of you.

And foolishly, you thought this year would be no like the other, that you'll kiss your sweet boyfriend goodbye before Christmas Eve and reunite after the whole shenanigans would end. But to your surprise, Jungkook had different plans for you.  

“Y-your parents did what?”  

“They invited us for a Christmas dinner.” he repeated calmy, completely unfazed by the pure shock marring your features.

He was sprawled on the couch, hair messy and falling onto his forehead because he had been avoiding barbershops lately (it wasn’t like you minded it–if anything, it made him look even sexier). He was wearing your favorite pair of sweats that had a soy sauce stain on the left knee and a simple black t-shirt, yet for you he looked like an angel sent from the above and devil reincarnated at the same time. So deliciously domestic and soft it almost made you wanna jump him right here and there, if it wasn't for the more nagging matters that you had yet to discuss with him.  

“But,” you stuttered, brain too consumed by nerves to help you formulate coherent sentences. “I was visiting your parents in Busan over summer.”  

“Yeah, but it's been a while and they really want to see you again,” he said, raising from his spot. He came up to you, his tall, lean body towering over your form. The moment you saw his sparkly doe eyes boring holes into yours, you knew you were approximately twenty seconds from giving in. “Pretty please.” he tried again, palms cupping your flushed cheeks until you had no choice but to agree.  

“Okay.”  

Jungkook grinned in response and leaned to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. “Love you, baby.” He tasted like spicy noodles and soda but you ignored it, mustering a small smile.  

“Love you too.” you said, always meaning those three little words because truly, you could never resist Jeon Jungkook and his charms. He had you wrapped around his finger more than you'd ever admit and you'd simply do anything to make him happy, even if that meant stressing over a Christmas dinner with his parents.  

“They really like you, ___. You have nothing to worry about.” Jungkook murmured upon kissing your nose, and then forehead. “My mom is already so excited to see you. She said she would make an apple pie because you once mentioned you liked it.”

You leaned into his touch, slightly less angry you had been surprised with a revelation like that but at the same time still apprehensive and filled with nerves. “You aren't making this easier, you know?” you asked.  

Jungkook sent you an apologetic smile. “You're amazing, baby. You don't need to convince my parents again that you're the right person for me,” he said, hands finding purchase on your waist and pulling you closer to him. “All you have to do is smile and compliment my mom's cooking skills. And maybe ask dad about fishing. You know he's been crazy about it lately.”

Easier said than done, you thought to yourself. Jungkook was a natural when it came to bewitching people. Your parents adored him because he knew all the right words to make them fall for his charms. He didn’t have to try hard or pretend to be someone else in order to be accepted as their daughter’s partner.  

You, on the other hand, were on a different side of the spectrum. No matter how many times Jungkook reassured you of your worth, you still had a lot of insecurities to deal with. That was just who you were as a person. Maybe it was why you clicked so well together. You needed someone to be your second Sun.

“You got his.” With a final kiss onto the crown of your head, Jungkook left you standing in the middle of the living room, and all you could think about was a fricking apple pie and finding new ways to impress your boyfriend's parents. 

Hence way you're currently in the kitchen, blender in your right hand as you mix the ingredients for the most extra chocolate cake you've ever made, determination written all over your features like you’re competing in the final Bake Off episode.

And why is that? Because your brain couldn't let you sleep peacefully at night if you didn't decide to bake your own cake for Jungkook's mother. It started innocently, slowly getting information out of your boyfriend about his parents' favorite food. Of course, you had to be clever about it, so he wouldn't suspect anything too early into the game. That's why after asking a round of rather specific questions you lured him into a blowjob because you know he usually loses his goddman mind after a good dick sucking.  

Content with your plan, you're now a day before the Christmas dinner, Jungkook's mother's beloved cake almost ready to be put into the oven.

“Babe, I'm home!” you hear Jungkook calling from the corridor. You sent him to do some (un)necessary grocery shopping so you could have a time for yourself to prepare the cake without him looking over your shoulder and analyzing your every move. You really hate when people do that because you’re more likely to screw something when you’re being watched.

“Let me taste it then,” he says, grabby hands reaching for the bowl but you quickly swat them away.  

“I'm here!” you shout back, unplugging the blender once you're satisfied with your chocolate cream.  

“What is the smell?” Jungkook asks, entering the kitchen. “Oh,” he quips, placing grocery bags on the floor. “You made this?”  

“Mhmm,” you hum, dipping a finger into the bowl and then putting it into your mouth. It tastes good, not too sweet but at the same time it still has a strong chocolate flavor. Perfect.

“Wash your hands first.”  

“Wait,” You can almost hear the gears shifting in his brain. His grip on your waist tightens as you desperately try to stifle the laugh babbling in your throat. “This is my mom's favorite cake.” 

Jungkook dramatically salutes you, even though you see him smirking under his breath. Once his hands are all clean and dry, you feel his arms encircling your body from the back. “Is this for me?” he murmurs, obviously referring to the cake.

“Nope. It's for tomorrow's Christmas dinner.” 

That’s why you break into a smile, pulling him for a quick peck. “You can taste my cream now.” you say.  

“Great observation.”

“And you said you were making it for the Christmas dinner,” Jungkook continues, “Which means you did this purposely.” he finishes, twirling your body so you're now facing him.  

“You said she would make me an apple pie so I thought I could reciprocate the kindness and do the same,” An innocent smile tugs at your lips. “Besides, the more food the better.” 

Jungkook snorts. “So here's why you were asking me all those weird questions lately.”

Your eyes widen. “You paid attention to that?”

“Babe, I might be a simple man who enjoys seeing his girlfriend sucking his dick but it doesn't mean I don't listen to you,” he says, sounding slightly offended but you know that deep down he's amused by the whole situation. “You didn't have to do that, you know?”  

You let out a long sigh. “I know but... I just felt so weird. Your parents are so happy to see us, they are doing all those preparations and I couldn't stop thinking about doing something to impress them in return,” you murmur. “So they wouldn't think it preparing a whole celebratory dinner for their son and his girlfriend was actually pointless.” you add in a smaller voice, dropping your head down.   

“Baby,” Jungkook coos, fingers grasping your chin so you could look him in the eye again. “You're an amazing person. My parents know that too. You don't have to prove them your worth. Ever.”  

His words make you relax visibly. You don’t know what you would do if you didn’t have Jungkook by your side. He’s just being himself, showing you his extremely caring side as he usually does when you feel down but somehow you’re more thankful for this now.

You dip your index finger into the cream. Then, making sure his eyes are trained on your face, you bring your finger up and envelop with your lips, purposely sucking on it obscenely. “Mmm,” you nothing but moan. “It’s really good.”

“That sounded awfully sexual.”  

“No, it did not! You're just perverted.” 

“But you love me anyway, don't you?” 

You snort at his stupid remark. Suddenly, a not-so-innocent idea pops in your mind and you wonder who’s actually the one with more inappropriate thoughts running through their head. Jungkook might enjoy teasing you on daily basis, but a girl can have her fun too, right?  

Jungkook's eyes darken seeing your little stunt you’ve decided to pull today. He bites the inside of his cheek, before saying,”’I know what game you’re playing.”  

“I’m not doing anything.” you respond, feigning innocence. Before you can dive for more cream, Jungkook grabs your wrist and stops you.  

Bingo.  

When he takes his two fingers and plunges them into the cream, you know exactly what’s coming next, the adrenaline and excitement pumping through your veins. He brings his fingers up towards your face and you have to fight an urge to stay still, waiting for his instructions like the good girl you obviously are. “Open up, baby.”  

You oblige immediately, mouth falling open and tongue out. He pushes his fingers inside, sweet, chocolate cream filling your taste buds. “Suck.” he says simply, eyes fixated on your lips. You do it without a second thought, swirling your tongue around his digits and making sure to lick every last drop of the substance.  

When he decides he can't take it anymore, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and before you can even blink, he crashes his lips onto yours; fast, messy and unforgiving, thrusting his tongue inside to play with yours. His motives are clear: you aren’t leaving the kitchen without getting properly fucked.  

“So sweet,” he murmurs against your lips, the hand around your waist pulling you flush against him. “My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it.”  

He bites onto your lower lip as to prove his point and you whimper. “It’s not like that,” you manage to say, grinding yourself against the evident bulge in his pants. “I didn’t expect to get away with it.”  

Jungkook's hands travel to the backs of your thighs and he lifts you up effortlessly, placing you on the counter. You’re sure there are traces of flour still on it but you couldn’t care less right now, not when a pair of hands roughly nudges your legs apart so he could stand in between them.

“So you did it purposely,” Jungkook leaves your mouth in favor of tracing kisses down your neck. Careful not to marry your skin with hickeys because you would beat the shit out of him if he did bruise your neck a day before the dinner with his parents. “Naughty girl.” He punctuates his statement with a bite to your earlobe, his next words being whispered directly into your ear. “What should I do with you, then?”  

You whimper, your thighs pressing together just hearing the tone of his voice. You lace your fingers through the locks at the back of his hair and place a kiss against his lips. “Fuck me?” you ask in a saccharine-sweet tone.  

He chuckles in response, fingers grasping your t-shirt and pulling it off you, revealing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. He wastes no time and latches his mouth onto a nipple but as soon as his tongue meets your hardened bud, he retreats. Confused, you watch as he reaches for the bowl once again and dips his fingers into the cream. He then smears it all over your nipples, a proud smirk caught on his lips when he leans back to admire his art work.  

“Kook,” you mewl, too pathetically for your liking and you know how much it’ll stroke his ego. “Please, touch me.” you plea, one of your hands reaching to pull him closer to you.

“Yeah?” His chuckle is almost sinister. “Look at you, all dirty and begging me so nicely. Not that smart with your mouth now, are you?”  

All you manage is a nod and meek “Please,” that quickly morphs into a drawn out moan when he finally dips his head to suck your nipple into his hot mouth. You never could have guessed that the idea of food play would be so arousing to you but here you are, pussy clenching around nothing when your sweet boyfriend licks chocolate cream off your boobs.

When he’s done and satisfied with the result, he grabs your sweatpants and pulls them down along with your underwear in one go, your bare ass meeting with the cold marble of your kitchen counter. Jungkook wastes no time and spreads your legs apart, not giving you a second to shy away from his burning gaze before he dives in to lick a stripe up your slit.  

You cry out in pleasure when his tongue finds your clit and gives it a sharp suck, his hands grabbing your ankles and bending your knees so he could have a full access to your glistening core. You’re absolutely drenched, dripping down your thighs and making a mess on Jungkook's face but he doesn’t mind it a bit, eating you out like a champ you know he is.  

“So wet,” he rasps against your cunt. “Messy girl.”

To make matters worse (or better) he takes his sweet time and lets a glob of his spit mix with your arousal because Jungkook, much like you, enjoys giving a head more than anything in the world and makes it his priority to see you lose it on his tongue. You’re positive you will come like this if he keeps continuing abusing your clit just right. He knows your pussy like the back of his hand. Knows what makes you keen, how to make you eyes roll to the back of your head. It fuels his ego to see you like this; helpless and utterly devoted to the pleasure and you don’t even mind when he brags about it later. How could you if you benefit so much from it?  

Suddenly, he grunts into your cunt and your brows furrow because it’s not the sound you’re used to hearing during sex. You look down to check what’s wrong but he’s already up and in level with your eyes, a sheepish smile adoring his features.  

“Neck cramp,” he explains, his palm massaging the back of his neck. “Eating pussy is easier on the bed.” You can’t help but giggle, replacing his hand with yours and providing him a temporary relief. “I’m sorry. Were you close?” he asks. 

There he is. Your sweet, caring boyfriend who never forgets to ask for consent before railing you into the mattress and always putting your pleasure before his own.  

“Mhmm,” you hum, grasping his t-shirt and lifting it off his body. It should be considered a sin to look like this, you think to yourself. “But I want to come on your cock instead.”  

Jungkook grins, quickly pulling down his pants and underwear. His cock slaps against his stomach, pride swelling in your chest because you know you can make him this hard without your touch. “How do you want it?” he asks, guaranteeing himself a moment of relief when he gives his cock a few pumps, spreading precum all over his length.

“Like that,” you answer, gesturing at your current position on the counter. “Wanna see you.”  

“Anything for my pretty girl.”  

If you weren't already red, you would have blushed at his cute words. The sentiment doesn’t last long though, your face twisting in ecstasy when he lines himself up with your entrance and starts pushing inside, the stretch deliciously burning. “Oh my god, Kook,” you whimper, hand clutching onto his biceps for support. “So big. You feel so good.” He groans, slithering himself deeper. His forehead rests onto yours, few ragged breaths before you murmur, “You can move.”

He sets a punishing pace from the beginning, fucking you hard and fast; wet, slapping noises filling the kitchen. You’re a blubbering mess, moaning incoherently as he splits your pussy open, thrust after thrust. “Yeah, fucking take it,” Jungkook rasps, grabbing your hips even harder, no doubt leaving there marks. “Cream my cock like a good girl.”  

You mewl in response, your eyes focusing on his parted lips. “J-jungkook,” you stutter, head completely deprived of rational thoughts. “Spit in my mouth.” It’s almost a breathless plea on your tongue.  

He curses, his right hand squeezing your cheeks. “Open.” You do it right away, nearly moaning when he purses his lips and spits, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he sees you swallow it greedily. “Dirty fucking girl.” he growls.

“B-but you love it, right?” you whimper, eyes glossy because he's hitting that spot inside your pussy that makes your toes curl. “L-love when I’m like this just for you.”  

“Fuck, yeah I do,” Jungkook says, placing his hand around your throat. He doesn’t apply pressure and simply rests it there, urging you to look directly at him. “I love when my pretty baby becomes a dirty slut for me.” He punctuates his words with a harsh buck of his hips that makes you cry out.

You can't take it anymore. “K-kook,” you whine, grabbing his wrist and urging him to squeeze your throat. “I love you.”  

Despite his hand around your neck and cock abusing your cunt, he breaks into a smile. He leans down to kiss you on your putty lips. You try to keep up with him but there’s no use for that, so you just open your mouth and let him slither his tongue inside. When he pulls away, your lips are wet with saliva. Messy, but you wouldn’t exchange it for anything less. “Love you too, baby.” he groans in a strained voice, dragging his cock fast through your walls.

As if reading your mind, his thumb reaches to rub fast circles on your clit. “’m so close,” you mumble, thighs shaking.

“C'mon, pretty. Wanna see you come around me.” Jungkook murmurs, gone is his dominant aura, it’s now only his gentle voice coaxing you into an earth-shattering orgasm.  

When you come down from your high, you’re swatting his fingers away from your core. Normally you would probably indulge into it more, but oversensitivity seems to be too much to handle for you today. Jungkook thrusts his hips a few more times and follows right after you, groaning your name and spilling himself inside.  

“That was nice.” he comments breathlessly  and you can’t help but chuckle, widing your arms around his neck and pulling him for a well-deserved kiss.  

“I’m too tired to move my legs and somebody needs to finish the cake,” you pout, not an ounce of exaggeration in your statement because that’s utterly true–you’re always too spent after a round of fucking with Jungkook to even go to the bathroom on your own. He gladly carries you there in his arms bridal-style every, single time.

“It's okay, sweetheart. I’ll do it.” he says, making you giggle under your breath triumphantly.  

You might be willing to do everything for you boyfriend but if anything, you’re equal in that department.  

“I’m also pretty sure there’s flour on my ass.”  

Jungkook raises his brow at you. “That I’m not going to clean.”  

“Fine. But next time I'm putting whipped cream on your dick.” you decide.  

When he pulls out of you, his cum spills out of your hole but he's quick to catch the droplets and push them back inside you with his fingers. “You’re a little minx, you know that, right?” he says and then licks his digits clean.  

“You love me anyway.” He grins, leaning to kiss you but he stops mid-way. “What is it?” you ask, raising your brows.

“Since I came inside you, we can call it a creampie, right?”  

Still slightly dazed after sex, you’re not quick enough to realise what he implies before it’s too late. “I mean yes but–oh my god. No, no, no! Stop!”  

“Cream-pie!”  

“I hate you!”  

“And I love you too.”  

After all, you were worrying about the dinner too much, as always.  

Everybody complimented your cake. Jungkook's mother was delighted. His father talked about fishing for almost an hour.

But your sweet boyfriend's smirking face as he ate the cake was telling you were in for a long night of sinning in your bed as soon as you went back home.  

And he obviously didn’t disappoint.  

[t4t-lumpygrab]

woo some lumpygrab bits and pieces for Valentine’s day! 

transcripts: 

Orpheus: 

LSP used gOogle maps to look up “weird potentially haunted mansion” to find the place from the newspaper she’d found. It was on the top of a hill on the outskirts of the wood Tree Trunks lived in, and when Lemongrab strained his sensitive nose he could smell the faint whiff of an apple pie on the wind. It made him strangely nostalgic, and that made him sad. Was it even possible to feel nostalgic for memories that weren’t really yours? Was it right? Wasn’t it like stealing, or intruding on something that didn’t belong to you? He tried to put these thoughts out of his head. 

“Looks like this place was built before the mushroom war.” LSP said, bobbing along beside him in the breeze. “A lot of stone buildings survived. I guess the radiation didn’t destroy them or something - it’s kind of cool I guess. Like a blast from the past or whatever.” 

“Do you know a lot about old earth architecture?” 

“Nah. But Lumpy people came from irradiated stardust and irradiated humans and aliens, basically just irradiated everything really- we have a very mixed heritage. So the mushroom war is part of our history and we have to learn about it in school.” 

“I see. I have never attended a school institution, what is it like?”

“School is boring, and sad. Everyone is mean to you, you’re mean to everyone. You think you know all about everything but you don’t know anything. And if you do know anything you forget it all by the time you’re an adult. It’s a weird time. Also you have to do math.” 

“Hm, interesting.” 

“So if you’ve never been to school, how do you like, know stuff? Did you get homeschooled? Oh my glob you’re like, so fancy I bet you did. Did you have one of those weird british tutors that can do magic or is that just fantasy? It’s honestly so hard to tell with old earth movies what’s real and what’s not.” 

“No. Iiii had all my knowledge written on my brain before my creation.” 

“Convenient. No exams.” LSP raised her hand to knock on the rotting wooden door and then stopped. “Wait. You wanted me to wait outside right?”

Fishing Trip:

Lemongrab frowned as he looked down at his fishing line slicing aimlessly through the pink lemonade. “This is strange. I have not had aaaa single bite. There are normally many fish in this spot… hmm…” Lemongrab let go of the fishing rod and folded his bare arms, frowning. “I wonder... I worry... Perhaps something has happened to them?”

“Or maybe you're just bad at fishing.” LSP said without glancing up from her notebook. 

Lemongrab let out an offended gasp. “I am good at fishing thank you very much! I have extreme talent and mmm capabilities in this area and myyy expertise is unparalleled.” He realised LSP was either not paying attention to his rant or pretending not to pay attention, so he pushed down her notebook to force her to look at him. “I wrestled a lemon shark and have over 500 confirmed-”

“Okay okay I get it but... Where are the fish at tho?” LSP liked winding him up like this. 

Lemongrab narrowed his eyes.  “How dare you. I do not like these insinuations Miss Lumpy Space.”

“I'm just pointing out the facts babe.”

“One more word on this subject and I will push you in.”

“I can float.”

Caring by yelling:

Lemongrab propped the brown bear up on the pillow next to him. “Yes I always sleep with my teddy or my catcher's mitt.” 

“That's so cute… I used to sleep with a teddy too when I was little.” 

“Why did you stop? Did you not like it?”

“I don't know…” why had she stopped. That was easy, because only little kids sleep with toys. And she was a grown up. She had a job and everything- she wasn't supposed to like that kind of stuff anymore. So it's only natural that she'd throw it out. “I don't know. I guess I just thought it was like, unacceptable, or something.I don't know why I threw my toys away.” 

Lemongrab looked at her and then picked up his bear and scooted towards her under his blanket, then placed his stuffed toy next to her on the foot of the bed. “You may have him.” 

“O-Oh.” LSP gingerly picked the toy up and looked down into his shiny button eyes. “Thanks.”

Orpheus: 

“Me and Marceline played in a band together. I’m cool like that.” LSP said smugly.

“Ooo! How lucky, and how was it?”

“I played drums. And people threw rotten tomatoes at me-”

“Oh dear.” Lemongrab would never live it down if people threw rotten tomatoes at him. He wouldn't even admit it out loud if someone held a gun to his head. He was disturbed by how easily LSP threw out these strange things about herself but also he couldn't help but admire it. It made him feel strangely close to her, or perhaps that was just a sign of how lonely he was. 

“But it was fine I caught them all perfectly in my mouth.” 

“But they were rotten? Were you alright?” he asked with rising concern. 

“Yeah? I eat rotten and rancid food all the time. Really adds something.” 

“But what if you get food poisoning and… And your tummy hurts?” 

“I can’t get food poisoning because I’m from another dimension. I can eat anything basically. Like wet cement and molten lava and um, oh I ate a sprout once that was gross. I can’t eat bark though my doctor said I’m allergic to trees.” 

Lemongrab's brain short circuited at this final sentence. "To. To trees?"

"Yeah I can’t eat trees.” LSP said matter-of-factly. “I can kiss them and I can lick them and I can touch them and sniff them but I can’t eat them.”

He didn’t know what to say to this. What could anyone say, when faced with someone allergic to trees who also publicly ate rotten tomatoes? The only logic seemed to be that there was none. “Understandable. I will put no trees in your food.” 

“Aw you’re sooo sweet omg do you have any allergies? Like boys with allergies are sooo cute I love pathetic men.”

[bunnyywritings]

sugar, spice, and everything nice

streamer!kozume kenma x gn!reader

day 1: baking together

word count: 1k+

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭; 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐

[a/n: alright here it is! Fluffvember day 1! I’m sorry this first one is a little short but I hope you all enjoy 💓 taglist is still open ! -yours truly, bunnyy ]

“Are you ready?” Kenma asks as the watcher count goes up.

Both you and Kenma were fairly popular streamers. His streams usually consisted of gaming and an abundance of memes while yours consisted of gaming, baking, and other things. On a joint game of among us with Kuroo, Shoyo, and other streamer friends of yours, it was revealed that you two were dating courtesy of none other than Kuroo Tetsurō. The chat was calling Kenma out for “simping over you” to which Kuroo replied “Yeah Kenma, you can’t just believe everything (y/n) says just cause you guys are dating.”

Even though you and Kenma had been in your own streaming rooms, you could feel the anger radiating from him as the deafening silence became much, much louder. The both of you had tried so hard to keep it a secret. Making sure that the cats were never on stream because having the same breed of cat is a believable coincidence but having a cat of the same breed with the same name is much harder to explain or being quiet while the other is streaming and send them a text to ask what take out they want instead of barging in and asking.

So now that the cat was out of the bag, everyone was basically demanding that you two stream together. Whether you were playing a game or baking, they didn’t care. They just wanted to see the interactions.

Now here you are, getting everything ready to bake an apple pie.

“Yup! I’m ready.” You smiled at Kenma. You knew he was a bit hesitant to be on stream with you what you didn’t know was that it was because he just knew that it would be IMPOSSIBLE to hide the way his eyes soften when he looks at you or the way that he’s just so soft for you in general.

So as Kenma removed the ‘waiting’ screen, you two began to do your usual introductions.

“So we’re just gonna kinda start to do this and we’ll just keep an eye on the uh the chat, so yeah.” It was a little awkward as you instructed Kenma to peel and slice the apples.

“We decided to make apple pie because Kozu loves apple pie, it’s his favorite thing that I make. Especially in the fall when we go pick fresh apples.”

The chat exploded with fans cooing over the fierce blush that made Kenma’s cheeks glow. Some donations had come in, the text to speech relaying the messages along with them.

So far, things had been going smoothly. Kenma cut the apples and you showed everyone how to make the cinnamon filling. You grabbed your spoon and dipped it into the filling and brought it up to your lips, a satisfied hum leaving you as the sticky sweet concoction coated your tongue.

“Is it good?” Kenma inquired as he tilted his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes as you enthusiastically nodded. “Can I taste?” You nodded but before you could move to dip the spoon back into the bowl, he gently took your chin in between his fingers and brought your lips to his, tongue cheekily licking at your lips before pulling away. You can tell that he had forgotten what you two were currently doing since he hadn’t cringed back or started to blush.

“Mmm it is sweet, almost as sweet at you.” There was a beat of silence before the donation notification rang throughout the kitchen and the robotic reading of ‘wow what a simp’ followed not long after.

You watched as his eyes widened and he flushed red, hands coming up to cover his face. You snickered teasingly, a blush matching his own was coming up your neck. Another donation with the note ‘didn’t know that kodzuken could be so cheesy’ and made Kenma shrink down to the floor and hide from the camera.

After that, you continued to show how to make the pie. Flattening out the crust that you had made prior to the stream and laying it into the pie tin, mixing the filling with the cut up apples and pouring the mixture into the bottom crust before showing how to lay a lattice crust on top, coating the edges with an egg wash and using leftover dough to make decorative cat ears and whiskers on it before finally slipping it into the oven.

“So uh why don’t we answer questions while we wait.” You suggested, glancing at Kenma who was currently eating the leftover filling coated apples. He agreed, moving further into frame.

Questions ranged from what your favorite tiktoks were to how long the two of you were dating. At one point, Kenma had started to introduce your two cats to avoid answering a question.

It was adorable.

Apparently, Shoyo had been watching the stream and decided to video call the both of you. Kenma was visibly relieved once all the questions shifted to how you two had become friends with one of Japan’s top volleyball players.

The steam had ended with you announcing that another joint stream was coming soon, one that would involve Kenma teaching you how to play Valorant.

“That wasn’t too bad was it.” You asked as you hugged Kenma from behind, resting your forehead on his shoulder, pressing a few kisses against his neck.

“Yeah, it was okay.” His voice was a little muffled since he was munching on some of the fresh pie. A small moan left his throat. “God this pie is delicious.” He shoveled another fork full into his mouth. “I’m gonna get fat if you keep feeding me like this.” He joked.

You rubbed your hands over his tummy, “I wouldn’t mind that one bit, you’ll still be my pretty boy Kozu.” You didn’t have to look at his face to see the bashful expression on it.

“You know that I’ll love you no matter what Kenma.”

He turned in your arms and cupped your face in his hands. “I know, I’ll love you no matter what...well maybe not if you cheat on me.” He squished your cheeks so your lips puckered up like a fish. “You haven’t cheated on me, right?” The tone in his voice was purely playful.

“Well about that…” your words were garbled but still understandable since he rolled his eyes.

“I swear to god, if it was with Shoyo I will murder you. We agreed he was mine.”

“I mean I was gonna say Ku-” his little glare cut you off. “I mean what, who’s that?”

The both of you fell into a fit of giggles before he leaned in to give you a proper kiss.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 (open): @soul-of-rwby

[trickster-tabby]

What's your favorite idea? Mine is being creative. How do you get the idea? I just try to think creatively. Now when you look at this orange, tell me please, what do you see? It's just a boring old orange. Maybe to you, but not to me. I see a silly face! Wow! Walking along and smiling at me. I don't see what you mean. Cause you're not thinking creatively! So take a look at my hair! Cool! I use my hair to express myself. That sounds really boring. I use my hair to express myself. Now, when you stare at the clouds in the sky, don't you find it exciting? No. Come on, take another look. Oh, wait! I can see a hat! I can see a cat! I can see a man with a baseball bat! I can see a dog! I can see a frog! I can see a ladder, leaning on a log! Think you're getting the hang of it now, using your minds to have a good time. I might paint a picture of a clown. Whoa there friend, you might need to slow down. Here's another good tip. Yeah? Of how to be a creative wiz kid. Go and collect some leaves and sticks and arrange them into your favorite color. Blue. Red! Green! Green is not a creative color. Oh... There's one more thing that you need to know, before you let your creativity flow. Listen to your heart, listen to the rain, listen to the voices in your brain. Come on guys, let's get creative! Now let's all agree to never be creative again.

Come on guys, stop mucking around. We only have five minutes until our show's on. That's not enough time. There's always time for a song. What? Who is that? Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your wrist. The past is far behind us, the future doesn't exist. Oh... What's the time? It's quarter to nine! Time to have a bath. What do you mean? We're already clean. Scrub scrub scrub, 'til the water's brown. Time is a ruler to measure the day. It doesn't go backwards, only one way. Watch it go round like a merry-go-round. Going so fast like a merry-go-round. Let's go on a journey, a journey through all time. The time that's changing all the time, it's time to go to time! But we don't really want to, we're going to miss our show. Don't be stupid, friends! Come on, it's time to go! Time is old, like Victorian times. Like cobbles, and playing, and speaking in rhymes. With cobbles, and chimneys, a simpler times. With cobbles, and sawdust, and batteries, and slime! This tree that is old has circles inside. This tree that is older has shriveled and died. The apple that's fresh is ripe to the core! And I rot over time and I'm not anymore. Time can be told by the moon or the sun, but time flies fast when you're having fun. There's a time and a place for mucking around! Like birthdays! And camping. I'm friends with my dad! And then what happened after the olden days? Time went new and got old like history. Stuff from the past went into a mystery. An old man died. But look, a computer. Everything's cool, it's the future! Time is now, the future anew! And look at all the wonderful things you can do! With gadgets and gizmos, and email addresses! My dad is a computer! Look at the time! It's quarter to eight, there's fish on my plate! It's twenty past day, there's fish on my tray! It's eleven to twelve, there's fish in the bath! It's nine thirty, there's fish everywhere. Fish everywhere. Now you can see the importance of time. It helps us make pizza, it keeps things in line. But when did it start? And when will it stop? Time is important, and I am a clock. If we run out of time, where does it go? Is time even real, does anyone know? Maybe time's just a construct of human perception, an illusion created by- meh meh meh meh MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH- Sunrise, sunset, night and day. The changing seasons, the smell of hay. Look at your hair grow, isn't it strange how time makes your appearance change? Ugh! Make it stop! It's out of my hands, I'm only a clock. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine. But eventually, everyone runs out of time.

Isn't it nice to finally be outside on such a beautiful day? Yes, and I've packed us a delicious chicken picnic. Huh? Heh, hehehe! Ugh! Pesky bee! Hmm, he seems upset about something. I wonder what will happen. It makes you sad, doesn't it? That there's so much hatred in the world. I hope you don't mind if I ask you a question. A little baby pigeon! Have you ever wondered why we're here? What's it all about, you've no idea. And everywhere you look, all you see is hatred, and darkness, death, and fear. But, you know, it doesn't have to be that I hate you, and you hate me. Cause even though we're different, it doesn't make a difference, and we can live in harmony. I know you don't know who I am, but maybe I could hold your hand, and together we could understand about love. Huh? I feel tingly! Yes, that's love, my friend! And it's time for you to learn all about it. Hehehehe! Love is a place, love is a thing, love is a place, love is a thing, love is a place, love is a thing, love is a place, love is a thing. And do you ever feel like life's unfair? Cause everybody hates you, and no one cares! But if you follow me, maybe you will see that love is everywhere! But what is love? Is it in the sky? No, it's a feeling, deep inside! Because I'm hungry. No, you're lonely! I can see it in your eyes. I don't understand. Don't worry, you will soon! Come and meet some of my friends they know all about love! Come on, just over the rainbow! Oh look, there he goes, flying through the sky! Maybe we should follow him, or we'll get left behind. Yes, but there's lots of chicken left, and I'd like to eat the chicken. I'd also like to eat the chicken, let's do that instead. So here we are with all my friends, and they love you, all of them! Yes we do! It is true! We love you! And you love us too! Heh, I love you too, furry boy! Hehe, harder. Now we've eaten the chicken, I don't know what to do. Maybe we should look for our friend, isn't that what friends do? And we have finished the chicken picnic. To love each other is to care, to be kind. And to share! I love my friends so I get my hug! I made this for you, cause I love you so much. I love my pet, cause he's a crab. I love this tree, and I love this stick, and I love this mud. No no, that's not how it's done, you must save your love for your Special One. My Special One? Everyone has a Special One. Even me? But I am lonely. Yes, it's true! But do not worry. You're confused, but that's okay. Let me put it another way... This is the story of Michael, the loneliest boy in town. This is the story of Michael, the ugliest boy in town. Ugly and weak, they called him a freak, so he lived on his own underground. He lived on his own underground. He lived on his own underground. You see? Everyone has a Special One! Even Michael! Your heart beats hard like a big love drum, calling for your Special One. So be patient, cause just maybe, your Special One will come! He's made for her, and she's made for him. That's the way it's always been. And it's perfect, and it's pure. And it's protected with a ring. That's the way that all love goes. And like a flower, it grows and grows! And it's forever, and forever! And now we all worship our king, our king, our king, our king. His name is Malcolm. He is the king of love. We must feed him. We must feed him gravel. Or he becomes angry. Mmm, gravel. And this is your chance to start anew, and all we're asking you to do is change your name, clean your brain, and forget about anything you ever knew. And your heart will find its home. And our love will never go! Now wear this ring, and join the king! And you will never be alone. Aah! Oh, there you are. We've been looking for you all afternoon. We're sorry we upset you. But look, we've brought you the last boiled egg to cheer you up! For me? Father! Ugh! Pesky bee!

Oh, I guess it's my turn to choose a card. Let's see. Hmm! What is the biggest thing in the world? Hmm, that's a tricky one. A mountains? A sky. A windmill! No. If only there was a way to learn more about the world. Yes, if only there was some way to learn more information about this. Wow, look! I'm a computer. I'm a computery guy. Everything made out of buttons and wires. I'd like to show you inside my digital life. Inside my mind there is a digital mind. Oh, maybe you could help us answer this question. What is the bigg- Clever. I'm very clevery guy. Count to a fifty in the blink of my eye. And print a picture. And then I'll tell you the time. Time? Help you to find something you're wanting to find. Know it's easy to be a clever, smart boy like me if you just do it all digitally. Wow. I'd like to be as smart as a computer. Actually, we already have a computer. Great! Great news! Now, before we begin our journey, I just need to get some information from you. What's your name? Where do you live? What do you like to eat? I live in my house. Spaghetti! Well, my name is Dr- Great news! Now, just a few more questions, and we'll be on our way! Wait a second. What's your favorite color? Stop talking. Do you like cow's or goat's milk? Be quiet. Do you have brown hair? What is your blood type? Are you allergic to- Shut up! Don't touch me! What? Welcome to my digital home! Everything made out of numbers and code. Huh? Wow, we're all computery! Oh yeah, wow- wow- wow, this is a computer. I don't get it. How can it be? If I'm sitting at home, but I'm inside the screen? But you're not you. You're your digital you! Virtually real, but controlled by real you. But if he's not quite real, then I'm not real too! And you not real you, he's inside your real you. Oh wow, how amazing, and interesting too, but in this digital world, what can we do? What can we- Hey, good question! Well, it's up to you! In the digital world, there's over three things to do. Wow, look, a pie chart. Digital style! Do a digital dancing! Hey, this is fun! Wow, look, a bar graph. Digital style! Do a digital dancing! Hey, this is fun! Wow, look a line graph. Digital style! Do a digital dancing! Hey, this is fun! Wow, look, an oblong. Digital style! Do a digital dancing! Hey, this is fun! Wow, look, nothing. Digital style! Do a digital dancing! Hey, this is fun! Nothing. Digital style! Do a digital dancing! Hey, this is fun! Nothing. Digital style! Do a digital dancing! Hey, this is fun! Digital dancing! Hey, this is fun! I am a stupid one. I am going to paint a picture of a clown. My dad has a computer. You are not invited to the party. Wait, wha-

Hmm. Something's different. Hmm. Something's... Missing. Hmm. Is it this guy? Fish and chips. Steak and beef, chuckitachow. Grapes and eggs. Steak. Eggs. Are you hungry? You look to be a bit hungry. No. Doo doo doo doo, lots of people get hungry. That's your body. Hungry comes from your body. Get off me. But your body, it musta have to be healthy. What's that? A tasty snack. You don't wanna go and eat a snack like that. Greedy to eat all that. You'll end up with your teeth all grey. Doo doo, da doo doo. Doo doo, da doo doo, do it healthy. Haha. Food is talking. Let's get healthy now! Hello? You need to know. What's right from wrong. You see, the body is like a special house, with blood, hair, and organs in the different rooms. Oh look, there's Mr Bladder in the basement! Hahaha! What? Now, food comes in through the chimney, mouth, and goes from room to room greeting the different organs. Hello! Now, the good, healthy food is very nice and polite to the organs, and so is invited to stay for a party! Yay! But the bad, not healthy foods are very rude and must leave through the catflap. Rude! That doesn't make sense. Doo doo, da doo doo! A doo doo, da doo doo, do be healthy! Hello? What's that? A tasty snack. You don't wanna go and eat a snack like that. Greedy to eat all that. You'll end up with your gums all grey. Yeah, but... Something's... Wrong. Exactly! How do we know which ones are the healthy foods to eat? Well, that's easy! The food groups can easily be sorted using the simple health shape. Choosing normal, plain looking foods, such as bread, cream, white sauce, and aspic keep the body ticking over just nicely. Isn't that right? Eh, I need to go. But wait! What's this? Fancy, show-offy foods like cooked meat, fruit salad, soil foods, and yolk. Ugh! These foods will clog up the body with unnecessary details. Oh no, look, it's all broken and on the floor! Everything tastes great! But maybe we should wait before we put in on the plate! Enough! Or it could be too late! I don't wanna do this anymore! For my snack, I choose a pizza slice! Bread and cheese, and tastes of nice! What's that? A pizza slice? But you're better off with plain white sauce. What's that? Plain white sauce? Plain white sauce makes your teeth go grey! Does it matter? Just throw it away! Why not try something else on your tray? Oh, what's that? A lovely pie? But you're gonna end up sad inside. Ugh, sad inside, you're gonna make me sick! I choose some ice cream beef! I've cream beef makes your teeth go grey. What's that? A kidney bean? Kidney bean makes your teeth go grey. But everyone has their teeth go grey, just eat yeast and it'll go away! But how much have you had today? Too much yeast makes your teeth go grey. How bout some onion paste? Looks like fun, have a taste. Ugh! That wasn't onion paste! You shouldn't eat food from a stranger's plate! A stranger's plate! A stranger's plate!

Goodnight, guys. I miss you. Ooh, somebody's sleepy! Huh? Hehe hehehe, but that's silly! No! How can you be sleepy if you don't know how to have dreams? No, I don't want to know. I don't want to know how to have dreams! No! No! Dreams are movies that live in your head! Stop! Every night when you sleep in your bed! And you can have a dream about riding a horse! No! Or you can have a dream about drowning in oil! No! No! No! No more songs! Aah! Oh, looks like someone's having a bad dream! A bad dream! Can you file these files please? Uh, yeah. Sure. But hey, um. Wouldn't it be funny if one of these files came alive? Yeah. I am a file and you put documents in me. And, and... A doo doo doo, a file. Funny, silly file. Doo doo doo. You know, it did like a song. No. That sounds really boring. But I was like yeah, that's not even the same bucket. Hahaha. I am the cool guy, I guess. Laid back and sad. Nowadays, I hurt my leg today. Huh? Well, that's rude. No clothes. What's your favorite idea? Mine is being creative. How do you get the idea? I just try to think creatively. When you look at this orange, tell me please, what do you see? It's just a boring old orange. Maybe to you, but not to me. I see a silly face. Boo. Walking along and smiling at me. Boo. I don't see what you mean. Cause you're not thinking creatively. I don't like it. It's really not good. Now take a look at my hair. Boo. I use my hair to express myself. It's not very good at all. Not good. Boo. Not good. Rubbish. Boo. Boo. Boo. Not good. Go away. Don't stop now, friend. Your voice is music to my face. Huh? Geh? Or you can have a dream about eating a treat. Or you can have a dream about buying a hat. Or you can have a dream about losing your friends. No... Or you can have a dream about burning your friends. Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your wrist. Huh? The past is far behind us. You? The future doesn't exist. Time went new and got old like history, stuff from the past went into a mystery. You made me die! But look, a computer. I'm a computery guy. Aah! Everything made out of buttons and wires. I'd like to show you why we're here? What's it all about, you've no idea. And everywhere you look- Nooo!- all you see is hatred, and darkness, death, and ice cream beef? Ice cream beef makes your teeth go grey! Does it matter? Just throw it away! Why not try some fish on my tray! What? Where am I? We are in the universe, planets live inside the moon! A rocket ship can go to the moon! Sports ball! Let's play sports! Cricket ball! Red card! Magnet, and I'm friends with metal, I attract it! And it's my best friend! Let's dig a hole at the bottom of- Make it stop! Bee bop, ba doo bop, I teach you how to buy a canoe! I am a file and you put documents in me. Green is for go, but red is for not go. You can be crushed by a bus. Let's learn about gel! I know about gel! Stinky mouth! Music is your favorite thing. Uh... I wonder what will happen.

What's your favorite idea-

[ask-2012]

What do you think 2012 and 2020s wedding would be like

:O omgeeee imagine it >//< a twelly wedding.... so cute! i think they hav v different aesthetics tho...

i think theyd play mcr when they walked up the aisle! and i think theyd have blue roses, tardis blue

XD

theyd have rlly cool cake!!! 2020s fav flavour is cloud bread, so they have like loadsss of layers to represent all of 2012s fandoms, and thge homestuck one would be rainbow coloured cause theyre gay and the sherlock 1 woud be tea flavour cause tea is also gay and da spn one would be apple pie and mmm the whovian 1 would be fish fingers n custard XD and if anyone complained deyd be sent into the normie corner XD cause the wedding iz TWELLYS turf >:) no normies allowed

the vows would be joji lyrics and 2020s suit would be pink cause fuck gender roles. and the 1st dance would be the merry go round of life.

and then theyd stage this scene ^

and then be liek jk XD

ITD BE SO AMAZING OMG

i wish they were real TvT so i could go

and then theyd whisk away to sin and naughty times  >//<

GAH I WANT THEM 2 GET MARRIED THOOO

[afternoonteawithme]

(read it on A03)

Eren fought his way off the packed bus, clearing the doors an instant before the driver whooshed them shut behind him. He started up the street, splashing along the pavement in front of the row of tidy brownstones. It was getting dark, the streetlights popping on as the early winter evening turned into night, and the rain splattering into his face hovered just a few slushy degrees away from snow.

He reached the front of his own house and took the stairs two at a time. The narrow entry hall was dark, and he shivered a little as he let himself in.

Warm light spilled into the hallway from the kitchen at the back of the house, and Eren kept his eyes on the open doorway as he pulled off his coat, slipped off his boots, and padded down the hallway, his socks silent on the rugs that covered the worn floorboards.

He stepped into the warm, fragrant kitchen, the air full of the scents of sugar, baking, and berries, and saw Levi at the counter, doing something with one hand as his other arm anchored their son, already in his pajamas, against his shoulder.

The baby caught sight of Eren, and his round face broke into a beaming smile that showed off all six of his tiny teeth. He wiggled ecstatically, a happy dance that would have tipped him headfirst down Levi’s back if Levi hadn’t tightened the arm wrapped around his pudgy legs. “Hi! Da! Hi!”

Levi turned, smiled at Eren, and stepped across the kitchen to dump their enthusiastically squirming son in his arms. “You have good timing. I need my hands.”

Expertly grabbing hold, Eren set the baby on his hip, ignoring the slightly sticky hands that patted at his jaw as he watched Levi pull open the oven and begin efficiently swapping the perfectly brown pies inside with the uncooked pies laid out on the counter.

He sniffed the air appreciatively, “Is that peach pie?”

“Cherry, raspberry-apple, and peach. The bakery kitchen is busy with a wedding, so I’m doing what I can here.”

Eren felt saliva pooling in his mouth as he eyed the freshly baked pies laid out on the counter. He could see filling bubbling gently as it peeked through between strips of crust. Anything Levi baked was amazing, but he had a major thing for Levi’s peach pie. “They’re all for the bakery? Aren’t there any spare?”

“There’s a lot of pies to make. I needed all the oven space we have.”

The baby, tired of being ignored, stretched his sticky hands up to grip the sides of Eren’s chin. He waited until Eren’s eyes met his, and then loudly announced, “Me!” before cackling loudly, and then planting a smacking kiss somewhere around the corner of Eren’s mouth.

“Oh, it’s all about you now, is it?” Eren hoisted him up into the air and blew bubbles into his belly, to his screaming delight. He smelled of baby powder and jam, and Eren nuzzled at his cowlick of fine hair as he set him back onto his hip.

“No, up!” Unhappy with such a boring position, the baby strained against Eren’s arm until Eren fished his keys out of his back pocket, handed them over.

Baby suitably distracted, Eren leaned in to sniff at one of the pies on the counter.  “You sure there isn’t even one extra? Just a little one?”

Levi shot a look at Eren’s hopeful, wheedling expression, rolled his eyes. “We have cake in the freezer.”

“But that’s not pie. I really love your pie.”

Levi slid the last pie into the oven, closed the door, and turned to ease in against the side of Eren not holding a baby. He wrapped one arm around Eren’s waist and stretched up his on toes to reach Eren’s mouth, bite gently at his lower lip. “You’re so greedy.”

The little nip of teeth had Eren’s breath catching. He leaned into Levi, took his mouth in a deep kiss. When he pulled back his head, he grinned. “I sure am.”

Levi’s hand slid down, patted Eren’s butt. “I have one set aside for later.”

“Really?”

“I knew you’d be all puppy faced and pouty if I didn’t.”

Since it was true, Eren only grinned, leaned his head back down to Levi’s. “Mmm, I can’t wait.”

Levi pulled a little away from Eren and stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked at his upper lip. “Raspberry.” He turned his head, eyed the baby. “I think someone might need another bath.”

“I’ll take care of that. You take care of the pie.”

“If you tire him out enough to-” Levi shot a glance at the baby before spelling out, “S-l-e-e-p right after his bath, maybe we can manage more than pie.” There was a glint in Levi’s eye as he stretched out a hand, lightly ran one finger up the front of Eren’s zipper.

Eren sucked in a breath, shifted the baby around until he held him under his arm like a sack of potatoes, arms and legs happily dangling. “Challenge accepted.”

As he headed up the stairs, baby screaming with laughter under his arm, he felt warm, happy. He’d tuck his beautiful, slightly strange son into bed. Then he’d have amazing pie, followed by even more amazing sex with his sexy husband.

He couldn’t think of anything better than that.

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F*ck Cancer- Ch 4: The List

SERIES MASTERLIST - CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE - CHAPTER FIVE 

Summary: You started your bucket list as a teenager, and now it’s time to work your way through it. Sam and Dean offer to help, with both sad and surprising results.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Fluff... in that order

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Platonic!Reader* *For the Dean ladies/lads: it may not be romantic between him and the reader, but it’s a very close brotherly/sisterly relationship and I still think y’all will really enjoy it :)

Words: 2583

Warnings: None, just a few swears

Authors note at the end for this one ;)

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“OK men, we have up to 8 weeks to get this done,” you explained, pacing the floor while Sam and Dean sat on the couch in front of you. “I have a list and a purpose and we’re gonna get what we can get done before it’s all over red rover.”

Dean sniggered and Sam promptly elbowed him in the ribs.

“Something funny Private?” you growled, standing to attention in front of Dean.

“I thought I was a Sergeant when we started this?” he asked with a smirk.

“Not anymore Private, get your shit together,” you told him firmly before standing back to attention in front of them.

Sam surprisingly was the one who cracked first, sending Dean into full-blown laughter as well.

“Hey! I didn’t do too bad a job did I?” you asked, breaking character with a frown.

“Honestly, we held on as long as we could,” Sam replied through his tears, and you sat down in the chair with a humph.

“Alright alright, can you just show us the list?” Dean asked with a grin.

“Umm… no,” you told him, red creeping to your cheeks.

“Oh ok, now I’m even more curious,” he added, leaning forward with wide eyes. “Whatcha got on there Morgan?”

You and Sam looked at him confused, and he huffed in annoyance.

“The Bucket List? Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson? Did no-one else see it?”

“Yer, I’m just surprised YOU did,” Sam replied.

“Er, I haven’t,” you raised your hand. Dean looked at your incredulously.

“OK write that on the list. “‘Watch The Bucket List with Sam and Dean’.”

You shrugged and made a mental note.

“OK, cummon Y/N, spill,” Dean prodded, and you sighed.

“I started this list when I was 13 guys. Some of it’s not possible, some is just downright embarrassing, and I’d rather you didn’t read the whole thing ok? I know what I want to get done and I’ll let you know as we go.”

“You wanted to meet Tom Cruise didn’t you?”

“Eww, no,” you replied with disgust. “I’m not saying it’s on there but if I was going to meet a celebrity it would be Jennifer Lawrence.”

Dean hmmm in approval before looking at Sam. “Can we Sammy, please?”

Sam looked back and forth between you rolling your eyes and Dean’s pleading puppy-dog expression and laughed. “Sure, if you can find her.”

Dean licked his finger and mimed marking a ‘one’ in the air and you laughed.

“Alright, I thought we could start simple. You can help me with this one right now Dean, and all it will cost you is a little bravery.”

He looked scared as you stood up and walked over to the hallway table, lifting up the keys to Baby.

“Let me drive us to the beach?”

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Despite all the time you’d spent with the boys you had never actually driven Baby, and the whole way there you had the speakers blasting Shania Twain while the wind blew through your hair. Dean even sacrificed the front seat to his brother, and he smiled the whole way as he saw your hands intertwine more than once.

If you were in any pain you didn’t show it, and your time at the beach was one memory the brothers would cherish. You were happy and carefree, more than they’d ever seen you. You built sandcastles and went swimming, and when you found a forgotten fishing rod Sam taught you how to fish.

“Promise me you’ll stop at the next beach?” you asked them as you all watched the sunset from the pier. “We always drove past them, and now I can’t figure out why.”

They hummed in agreement as you leaned against Sam, and it was only when they heard you let out a soft snore that they decided it was time to return home, the stars above you lighting the way.

You didn’t stir again until Sam gently laid you in your bed. You realised quickly enough where you were, and reached out to grab his hand before he left your room.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he commented quietly, kneeling down to run his hand over your hair.

You didn’t say anything, stroking his fuzzy chin gently before leaning in to place a kiss on his lips. As you pulled away you rested your forehead on his, your eyes closed.

“Can you stay here tonight?” you asked him quietly, and opened your eyes to see him watching you carefully.

“Of course, let me just get my-”

You cut him off by pulling him back down onto your lips, breathing him in hungrily as you ran your fingers through his hair. Neither of you spoke as he leaned over, placing himself above you and straddling his legs either side of yours as he massaged your tongue with his.

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“The Walk of Shame? Really?” Dean teased as Sam walked into the kitchen the following morning, in the clothes he wore the previous day.

“No shame here my man,” he replied with a grin, getting out two cups and preparing your tea whilst taking a sip of Dean’s coffee.

“Nah that’s great man, really,” Dean smiled, patting him on the shoulder before grabbing his mug back and taking a seat at the table.

They chatted happily about the day before while Sam made your drinks, and soon he was re-entering your bedroom, mugs in hand, to greet the day with you.

“Y/N? I’ve got your tea ready,” he told you gently. You yawned and stretched, the sheet falling by your side to reveal your bare chest. Sam ‘hmmmed’ in appreciation, and you lifted it to cover yourself with pink cheeks.

“No oogling the goods,” you warned him with a smirk, taking a sip from your mug.

“So, what’s on the list for today?” Sam asked, and you put your mug down before bouncing with excitement.

“I was thinking,” you started.

“Yer?”

“That we could...” you continued, building up some suspense to your genius idea.

“Mmm?”

“Go to the beach!” you finished excitedly.

Sam’s face fell slightly with confusion, and before he could say something you leapt out of bed and continued as you put on a top.

“We’ve never been before, and I’ve always wanted to go. And I thought I’d ask Dean if he’d let me drive us there in Baby, do you think he’d go for that?” you asked him, your excitement falling flat the moment you looked at Sam’s face. He’d been so happy only seconds ago, and now he looked like he was about to cry.

“Sam? Are you ok?” you asked timidly.

He looked down, rubbing his jaw with his hand and taking a deep breath.

“You’re not joking with me are you?” he asked, almost pleaded, and you furrowed your brow in confusion.

“Why would I joke about that? Look we can forget it, if you have something against the beach I can drive us somewhere els-”

“No that’s not… Jesus Y/N!” he cried, angrily knocking your lamp off the bedside table. “Fuck!”

“What the hell is wrong with you Sam?!” you yelled, starting to get scared by this sudden and unexpected change in him. “Should I get Dean or-”

“No, no I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you I’m just… frustrated. Here, look at this.”

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and handed it to you, allowing you to scroll through a variety of photos he had taken the day before.

“This is us,” you told him flatly. “At a beach.”

“Yep.”

“When the hell did this happen?” you asked, your voice quivering. He reached out and took his phone back, taking your hand in his instead.

“Yesterday babe, we took you yesterday. You don’t remember anything?”

“I don’t... Wait, I remember this,” you told him, holding up your hands as they still intertwined. “In Baby. And on the pier. Shit, we went to the beach yesterday.”

“Tell me you remember last night,” Sam pleaded, and you squeezed his hand.

“I do, it’s the one thing that is clear as day,” you promised, pulling him in for a hug as a few stray tears rolled down your cheek. “I’m so sorry, maybe this list isn’t a good idea.”

You pulled away then, turning around to put on pants while Sam stood motionless in the middle of the room.

“Wait, what? What do you mean?”

“I mean Sam,” you continued, raising your voice as your frustration grew. “That if I’m not going to even remember these things is it like I ever did them? I’m glad I can give you and Dean some nice memories but if those are diluted by the crap we’re going through right now it hardly seems worth it!”

“Of course it’s worth it,” he yelled, matching your volume. “We only have a few weeks left with you, maybe less if this stupid tumour grows too quickly, and we want to help you finish it!”

“We can’t finish it Sam, I’ve already told you! I’ve missed my shot! I’m never having a baby, I’m never getting m- *beat* a normal apple-pie life job, I’m never going to university to study English literature. The one big thing on my list that I managed was falling in love, and now I get to enjoy it for a whopping 8 weeks. Lucky fucking me!”

You zipped up your fly before throwing the door to your bedroom open and storming out, leaving Sam to process what you’d just said. Dean poked his head into the room, looking like he was too scared to follow you.

“What the hell man?! You didn’t just break up with a dying woman did you?” he asked with wide eyes, before Sam suddenly started rummaging through your drawers and desk. “Woah, hey, what are you doing Sammy? What’s going on?”

He didn’t answer, instead he held up a slip of paper with your handwriting and smiled in triumph as he read it.

“I knew it,” he murmured before taking it and bolting out of the room after you.

“What the hell is going on?!” Dean called out, throwing his hands in the air before following. Sam dashed to his room before emerging back into the hallway, holding something in his other hand.

���Y/N?” he called out, and when he saw the back door was open he made a beeline for it. He saw you sitting on a swing under your apple tree and didn’t slow down as he moved closer. You turned just in time to see him coming toward you, holding a piece of paper in his hand that you’d recognise anywhere. Your mouth dropped open and you stood quickly, your blood boiling. You barely noticed Dean following behind.

“What the hell Sam? Who gave you permission to look at my list?” you tried to reach for it, but he held it out of your reach like a school yard bully.

“I just want to help! I’m GOING to help!”

“You can’t help me ok! Not with everything!” you yelled at him, pushing him back. “If I still decide to do this then I get to pick and choose what you and Dean help me with, that was the deal from the start. And it’s for a reason Sam, you don’t get to know it all! Some things are private and I want to do them by myself.”

“And the one at the top of your list? You gonna do that alone?”

“Of course not, I’m not stupid Sam, it’s just not going to happen and that’s ok!”

“No, it’s not ok! Nothing about this is ok! So let me do what I can to make it slightly less crappy and just marry me already!”

You stood back like you’d been shot, and Sam smirked at you smugly.

“What?” you asked, breathless from the shouting match you’d just had.

“You think I didn’t notice you slip up before? You nearly told me but you changed it at the last second. ‘A normal apple-pie life job’? In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve never used those words. You were much better at lying when you were hunting you know, you’re off your game.”

“Shut up Sam,” you warned him, and he thankfully obeyed. Still with a shit-eating grin on his face though which drove you crazy. “You want to marry me?”

He opened his mouth to speak but then quickly shut it, nodding furiously instead.

“I-is this about the cancer? The list? Because I-I don’t want to marry you if this is a pity proposal…”

“No!” he blurted out, unable to help himself. Just the thought of you thinking that broke his heart. “I could have asked you the same day I met you. I’ve been in love with you since the moment you first smiled at me. I never thought you wanted more so I didn’t push it, but if you had? I would have never let you out of my sight.”

You looked at him in disbelief, and glanced at Dean who was watching the exchange like he’d won the lottery.

“Hey,” you gestured to him, and he looked startled to have been addressed during this exchange. “Is your idiot brother telling the truth?”

“Hell yer he is,” he promised you. “Wouldn’t shut up about you for an entire week after you left the first time, drove Dad and I nuts. And everytime since it’s been ‘oh I bet Y/N would really like this’ or, ‘Y/N would totally know what this demon’s deal is’. If he wasn’t my brother, I woulda killed him after the first month.”

You laughed, tears starting to stream down your face. When you turned back to face Sam you were surprised to find him knelt down on one knee. He was holding something in his hand, and you were amazed to find a plastic fairground ring in his fingers.

“Are you fricking serious?” you gasped, your hand to your mouth. “You won this at that fair like, 5 years ago; when we ganked that ghost. HOW and WHY do you still have it?”

“I hoped I might use it one day,” he shrugged, and reached out to take your hand from your mouth and hold it in his instead. “Will you please do me the greatest damn honor in the world, and allow me to be your husband?”

“For as long as I shall live?” you added with a slight frown. “Isn’t this crazy?”

“I don’t care,” he told you firmly, sliding the ring onto your finger. “I would be proud to have you as my wife for 5 minutes. Having 8 weeks, give or take, is more than I ever thought I’d have. You haven’t said yes yet though…”

You grinned and looked at the ring on your finger; it fit perfectly.

“How did we get here?” you asked with a sob and a laugh. “Of course Sam, I’ll totally marry you.”

Dean cheered as Sam stood up, lifting you in the air as he did and spinning you around with delight. You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately as he brought you down to the ground.

“You know what,” Dean said. “I might pop into the garage, check in on things since I went on leave. I’ll be back in a few hours.” When neither you nor Sam came up for air to answer he stepped back into the house quickly. “Or maybe tomorrow.”

CONT.

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A/N: Agh! I’ve been so desperate to share this chapter with y’all, I love it so much lol. And just a friendly reminder, if you kindly decide to reblog or send me an ask on this chapter just leave out the massive plot twist for the other readers? ;) I think the comments are ok though, if someone reads the comments before the chapter it’s their own fault really lol. Love y’all, hope you’re enjoying this fic!

SERIES MASTERLIST - CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE - CHAPTER FIVE 

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Fall

A/n: I think I’ll be turning this into a set of one shots, it stucky x reader.

     You skipped through the fallen leaves twirling, your loose curls bouncing around the deep mahogany scarf that was wrapped around your neck. The start of the sun setting casting its firy glow down the street sending the changing leaves on fire. You loved fall, everything about it, from the cool evening and warm days. The ever changing colors of the leaves as the trees prepared themselves for winter. Hot apple cider, and cozy warm clothing.

    Autumn, it was your season. And with it came the decorating for Halloween the one holiday you adored, yeah Thanksgiving was cool and Christmas was amazing but you lived for Halloween. As you hit the bend on the corner of your street, shoving your hands deep into the pockets of one of your boyfriends hoodies you smile. Your grocery bags hung from your elbow, swing slightly as you went. The house you shared with the two of them was expertly decorated and only a week before October this year.

    You may have cohersed Steve into helping you since the over dramatic James Barnes refused to lift a finger till the first of October. It made you giddy seeing the gravestones and skeletons adorning the yard as you pushed the gate open, heading up the steps to the two story Victorian style house. You looked at the haul of pumpkin sitting off to the side on your wrap around porch, your eyebrow raised, bales of hay propped up behind them.

    You fished out the key to your home from your pant pocket, noticing both boy's modes of transportation were missing from the drive way. After stepping over the threshold, you pulled your scarf off hanging it on the coat rack next to the door. You pulled off Bucky's hoodie next and hung it nicely next to your deep gray pea coat.

     Making your way to the kitchen, the heels of your boots clicking lightly as you crossed the cherry hard wood floor. You set the bags on the island center of the enormous kitchen, almost giggling with delight when you saw the large bowl of fresh apples on the granite counter. You skipped over pulling one out and took a deep refreshing inhale, the tart scent hitting your senses perfectly. A note stuck out the under side of the bowl, neatly folded and written in beautiful scrawling penmanship, no doubt from your brooding boy.

    Doll,

      As I'm sure you noticed out front are about ten pumpkins and six bales of hay. Seeing you and Steve decorate 'may' have gotten me in the festive mood. Do what you will with them, still not helping till Oct 1st. And I got you some fresh apples, hoping for pie or Carmel apples when I get home.

      JBB

      You smiled as you read the note, you'll get him some day. You set about pealing the apples, and getting everything ready to make fresh apple pie, using your grandmas recipe. A year and a half, that's how long the three of you had been together, sharing your joys and sadness together. It wasn't easy, then again who said relationships were easy.

    As you pushed the pie in the oven, the heat of the stove spilling out over your face you could hear the unmistakable sound of a rumbling motor. It was Steve's truck, his made a slight tin sound in the rumble where as Bucky's truck didn't. You closed the oven door, pulling the owl oven mits off and placing them on the counter.

    "Babe? You home yet?" Steve called out as you heard the front door close.

    "Yeah, I'm in the kitchen." You called back, taking a second set of apples to the sink to scrub down.

    "How was the store?" He asked as he entered, the sleeves on the red plaid shirt rolled up.

   You looked over your should at him, looking more like a farm hand then Captain America these days. Between his beard, longer hair and the beat up jeans he wore these days you wondered if he ever wanted to clean up. Not that you minded, you loved this version of him just as much as the clean cut icon everyone had come know.

    "Remarkably unbusy this time, it was nice." You replied, looking back to the apples, setting the clean ones a side. You heard him come closer, and slowly his arms wrapped around your midsection, melting his body around yours.

    "Mmm, what'chya makin'?" He smiled into the crook of your neck, placing a soft kiss on the soft skin.

    "Well, Bucky requested an apple pie, which is in the oven and I was going to make some cider, or try at least." You giggled, trying to shrug him off of you. "And you sir, are impeding on that."

    "Hmmm, can't have that." He sighed, releasing you and stepped next to you.

    Steve leaned his hip against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

   "Did you go help the Sanderson's at the end of the block?" You asked, looking up recipes on your phone.

     "Yeah, those crazy ladies, you wouldn't believe the things they talk about. Plus that black cat of their was on the roof making it hard to clean the gutters." He replied, pushing himself from the counter. "Noticed all the pumpkins and hay bales on the porch, Guessing it was Bucky, since you were on foot. Thought he wasn't going to help."

     "He's not." You replied grabbing everything you needed to make the cider. "His note said he refuses to help but he's the spirit of it." 

    "Still think he'll break and help out before the first?" Steve asked, you could hear him settle down in one of the bar chairs behind you as you went about your business.

   "Yep, he's almost there, doesn't want to give me the satisfaction of winning this year." You grinned to yourself. "Give him two more days, he'll be decorating."

    Two hours later, cider done, pie resting on the stove, the house smelling of freshly baked goods, you were on the porch. The porch lights were on as darkness had taken its hold. You had arranged the bales in two groups of three at either corner of the wrap around. Pumpkins placed perfectly, you had stepped back to look at your handy work when you heard the rumbling of Bucky's truck coming down the street.

     You pivoted to face the vehicle as it pulled in the drive way next to Steve's. Bucky hopped out the driver seat floodlights from the garage turning on illuminating him. His chocolate locks pulled back, loose strands falling in front of his eyes. His deep blue Henley had the sleeves push back, and crisp dark denim. He grinned when he saw you, pushing the gate open. You greeted him at the steps, wrapping your arms around his neck as he climbed up them to you.

   "Thank you for the pumpkins." You stated, giving him a quick kiss. "Though I'm not sure if I like the placement."

     "Why's that doll?" He asked, grabbing your hand as you let him go.

    "Cause I can't tell if I like that small pumpkin at the base or switch it with the larger one at the top." You explained. "What do you think?"

    "I think, you're trying to trick me into helping." He smirked, but released your hand and swapped the two anyway. "Small on the top, big on the bottom."

    "If you knew I was trying to trick you, why'd you do it?" You asked him curiously as he opened the front door.

    "Cause I got about thirty corn stalks coming into tomorrow, and it's your fault." He sighed after taking a deep breath.

   "Yay!" You exclaimed clasping your hands together with excitement, bouncing slightly.

    "Apple pie?" He asked, excitedly turning to you.

   "And cider." Steve stated, coming out the kitchen with two mugs.

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Somewhere with you - Drunk on you

Nsfw!!!

Hayden had started to get into the swing of life on the ranch. She rose early and headed down stairs. She over heard Cliff, Duke and Sawyer speaking about the county fair. "Ooh what prize money?" She snuck into the room. They explained the county fair had categories each with a cash prize to win. It wasn't the full 10k they needed, but if they could win the pie and cattle contest they would have some money to advertise their cattle, and bring in some real cash. Sawyer rubbed the back of his neck "I could do the pie contest, but everyone knows what happend two years ago."

"Umm I don't. " she giggled. "Yeah. Its better you dont." Duke grunted. "I'll do it. I can bake." She grinned "That's my girl." Sawyer clapped his hands. Duke and cliff shot Sawyer a pointed look "I mean, that's the spirt." Nobody noticed the blush that spread across her face.

"Im gonna go milk the cows, then feed the Horses. Hayden, come find me in a little while. " Sawyer left. Duke went to talk to Dallas about picking a cow for the contest as cliff lead Hayden into the kitchen. "If we got any shot at this this, its gonna be with this here recipe. It's a guaranteed win I reckon." He handed her an old recipe. "Apple burbon pie. That sounds delicious. " "it is! was my favorite until..." she noticed a bit of moisture in his eyes, his expression changed back to the stern demeanor he wore "it was my wifes, dont screw it up. "

" I won't, I promise. " she softly assured him. "Im gonna go holler at some fish. Calms me right down. " he stomped out of the kitchen. Hayden couldn't help but giggle, she was really starting to love this family she had only known such a short time.

She decided to double the recipe. So that cliff and guys could have some for dessert. She borrowed some bourbon from Juliette and with the help of curly she successfully baked two of momma Oakleys apple burbon pies.

She helped Dallas pick a cow. Hayden decided to name her Tessa, since her facial markings reminded her of a girl she knew in highschool. She shuddered at the thought of the dick shaped brows the girl had.

Once Dallas had taken the heffer away she made way to the field to help Sawyer with the horses. "There you are." He grinned "I was startin' to think you forgot about me." He chuckled. "Never, what do you need me to do?" She batted her lashes at him. He grabbed her waist and pointed to the edge of the ridge. "Look there, wild horses." They were beautiful, everything was beautiful there. "Wow, they're really wild?" She asked. "Yup. Every so often they wrangle em up, an auction em off to keep the population from over growin. See that girl there." He pointed over to a beautiful black horse. "We got her from an auction, haven't had the chance to train her and shes not real keen on people. Duke named her lady." He held out a carrot, the horse paid him no mind. "Wanna try?" He handed her the carrot. She spoke sofly coaxing the horse closer before it reached out and snatched the carrot. Sawyers eyes went wide. "Well I'll be damned. I reckon shes yours now. That is if you want her?"

"Seriously? Your just gonna give me a horse?" She eyed him. "She likes you. Wanna ride her?"

"Absolutely. Help me up?" Sawyer boosted her up onto the horse, she leaned against his strong chest, he breathed in her scent, apples and vanilla. Sawyer mounted dolly and he took off across the field. Hayden followed after, a smile spread across her face. She had never really rode a horse before, but it semed like second nature to her.

"Wanna go faster? " Sawyer grinned. "Umm I don't know, I am barely hanging on here, never rode before. " she blushed. "You look like your doing fine to me." Just then Sawyer took off, The horse which she decided to name Autumn breeze neighed in want. She squeezed her sides with her legs, the horse took off barreling across the feild. The wind blowing in her hair, the scenery blurring past her as she laughed. She felt so alive, so free. Sawyer smiled at the sight of her. He never thought he would find someone to share his life with, he told himself he was content with that. But ever since he laid eyes on Hayden, he felt so drawn to her, like she was meant to be in his life.

They took the horses back to the barn, and put them away. Hayden leaned against the wall, eyeing Sawyer as his muscles contracted against his tight flannel shirt as he shoveled fresh hay into the horses stall. She silently wished he would lose it all together. He took his flannel shirt off tossing it to the side, the removing the white tshirt, her prayers had been answered. She pulled her bottom lip in with her teeth. Sawyer glanced over, her eyes fixed on his every movement "see something you like?" He asked. "Maybe." Her eyes roamed his muscular chest and arms. He shook his head and chuckled. Continuing shoveling the hay.

"Thank you for today Sawyer. It was really nice of you to give me Autumn. Since were just friends." She twirled her hair. Sawyer spun around to face her giving her a side ways look. "Were more then just friends and you know it." He quickly closed the distance. His lips crashing on hers. He made short work of her top and jeans tossing them across the barn. She un fastened his jeans yanking them down around his ankles, his underwear following. He kicked out of them discarding them somewhere on the floor. His lips trailed kisses down her jaw, to her neck as one hand skillfully removed her bra, his two fingers looped her lace panties pulling them down. "Sawyer" His name fell off her lips with a low moan. He lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked her across the room sitting her on a hay bale. He dropped to his kneeds, his hands snaking up her legs as he roughly pushed them apart, spreading them wide open. Her glistening wet pussy on display just for him. An appreciative growl escaping his chest as his lips kissed her slick folds. He Darted his tongue betwen them finding her sensitive bud flicking and sucking lightly on her clit "mmm so fucking sweet." He moaned. Hayden tossed her head back as her hand gripped his cowboy had. "Fuck Sawyer, your so good at that." She pulled his face closer to her wanting center. He develd two fingers into her dripping wet heat, curling them to reach that magic spot. He thrust his fingers into her, his tongue teasing her clit "Sawyers, fuck, yes oh god." She screamed out as she came, sawyer taking everything she gave him. "So fucking tasty Doll." He stood pulling her up, lifting her up again before sitting back down.

She straddled his lap, rocking her hips against his thick hard length. She lifted up and lowered herself onto his cock. A low guttural growl escaping his chest. "Were more then just friends." He gripped her ass "Friends don't do this kind of shit." He bucked up into her. She gripped his broad shoulders as she matched his rhythm bouncing up and down on his long thick dick. She threw her head back "oh god, yes Sawyer." She screamed out as he thrust his hips into her at a delightful pace. She bounced up and down, crashing down harder onto him. She felt herself coming undone as his fingers rubbed tight circles around her clit. "Fuck, Sawyer im gonna, im gonna. Fuuuuuck" she screamed as she road out the intense wave of pleasure that spilled onto his throbbing cock. The sensation threw him over the edge as he thrust into her with two hard pumps, spilling hinself inside of her.

She rested her head against his chest. Steadying her breathing. His words running through her mind. we're more then just friends. Was it to soon? of course they were more the just friends, was he just a fuck buddy? Or something more? "We should probably head inside, time to get supper on." He said pulling her from her thoughts. "Can I help?" A wide smile spread across his face "yeah,I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." They walked to the house hand in hand.

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[prolestari]

The Monster of Britannia

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Summary: It's All Hallow's Eve, and Liones is filled with all sorts of ghouls and goblins for the holiday fun at the castle. But in the middle of trick-or-treats and enjoying sweets, the three misfits decide to get to the bottom of Princess Elizabeth's fears. Is this just the overactive imagination of a four-year-old? Or is there really a monster roaming the streets of Liones?

Thanks for reading this oneshot! This was written for a challenge in the writing server where a group of wonderful creators was paired with a Halloween trope. I got monster, and out of that this fic was born. It's also my third entry for NNT week, "Favorite Holy Knight". Since I love Howzer and Gilthunder, I figured this was fitting!

Thanks a ton to @penumbrcge for help with brainstorming and reading this over for me. Please enjoy!

At Castle Liones, All Hallow’s Eve was in full swing. The children of soldiers and staff scurried about in costume, the adults talking and laughing over cups of hot apple cider. The stone walls were decorated with ribbons of red, orange, and yellow for the autumn, the little chill in the air made brighter by fires dotting the courtyard. Those too old for tricks or treats but too young to indulge in cider roasted pumpkin seeds and marshmallows, daring one another to play tricks on the younger ones or giggling over shared ghost stories.

In the streets beyond, homes and businesses had their doors open, the groups of ghosts and knights and witches hurrying from building to building with shrieks of laughter. The streets were well-lit with Merlin’s newest idea: gas lampposts that stood beautifully on each corner. The city belonged to the children that night, at least until their parents began the task of shooing them indoors to indulge in their collected chocolates and pastries as they counted their coins before finally falling asleep from the fun and adventure of the night.

Everyone was enjoying the pleasantly cool evening—except for three boys who waited impatiently on a certain terrace at the castle. “Where are they!” the old man cried. He adjusted the fake mustache that hung from his lip, pulling at the robe his mother had sewn from a potato sack. “We’re gonna miss all the good stuff if we don’t get going!”

“I promised Princess Margaret we’d wait,” protested his companion, dressed in a wild blonde wig and an oversized knight’s tunic. “I don’t want to disappoint her!”

“Perhaps we should go see what is taking so long?” offered the tallest, an animal pelt draped over his clothing, long dark hair braided down his back. On his head was a helmet with antlers protruding from either side. “Maybe they forgot or something?”

The old man huffed and sat on the ground. “I’m giving them two more minutes! I’m not missing those sticky buns the cook was making. They smelled amazing this morning!”

The knight stood over him with hands on his hips. “Howzer, it is our duty as Holy Knights to escort the princesses through the festival!”

The old man—or rather, Howzer—rolled his eyes. “We’re not knights yet.” He frowned up at his friend, spying the pink hair sticking out of the wig. “What are you, anyway?”

He puffed up his chest and grinned. “I’m the greatest Holy Knight in the kingdom: Meliodas!”

The other two exchanged a glance and laughed. “Gil, you are so weird,” Howzer snickered. “I mean I know you love the guy but—”

“I don’t!” Gil protested furiously, and as the two began to scuffle the Viking—who of course must be Griamore—shouted, “Hey, here they come!”

Wigs and mustaches were rearranged quickly as the three boys stood at attention. The royal princesses emerged from the doorway, two of them hurrying forward while they dragged the youngest behind. “Come on, Elizabeth!” a witch said impatiently, but the little angel protested, stomping her foot and yanking her hands away, the wings on her back going slightly askew with her tantrum.

“No!” she squealed, the sort of volume and pitch only a four-year-old could achieve. “Don’t wanna go with monsters!”

The boys hurried forward, the group gathering around the girl. “What’s wrong with her?” Howzer asked, folding his arms with a frown.

The oldest girl, whose hair was swept up into a beautifully braided twist and whose dress was modeled after Leonia, the first queen of Liones, sighed. She smoothed the brown smock she wore with nervous hands and gave the boys an apologetic look. “She’s just scared. We keep telling her there’s candy and fun, but she’s too worried.”

“She thinks she saw a monster last night,” the witch mocked, sticking her tongue out at the little one.

“Veronica, that’s not nice,” Queen Leonia scolded. Then she turned to Gilthunder and asked, “What should we do? We can’t just leave her.”

Gilthunder thought for a moment, and then knelt. “Hey Elizabeth, do you know who I’m dressed like?” The girl looked at him suspiciously. “I’ll give you a hint,” he said slyly.

Pulling up the sleeve of his shirt, he grinned as her face lit up. “You’re Sir Mel!” she squealed.

“Yup,” he said, patting the circular dragon design on his arm. “So you’ll be safe with Sir Mel, right?”

“Mmm hmmm.” Elizabeth took his hand and peered up at him. “Can we get candy now?”

The children finally headed out, hurrying through the castle to get to the festivities outside. They received many compliments from the adults, who especially took note of the ladies. The kitchens provided hot chocolate and the sticky buns Howzer had craved, the head butler gave pennies by the handful, and many of the queen’s ladies-in-waiting walked around handing out apples and chocolates from baskets.

Soon the children each had a sack filled with goodies, and were about to head out to the streets for more when Howzer elbowed Gilthunder. “Hey,” he snorted nodding to the side. “Check it out.”

Gil followed his gaze but groaned when he recognized his nightmare come to life. “Come on!” Howzer called to the group, leading them across the courtyard as Gil grumbled and followed behind.

When they reached a little stand where a tall, broad man with wild hair was dressed with mismatched clothes and what looked like rouge on his cheeks. The children blinked up at him in confusion, but Gilthunder whined, “Dad, what are you doing?”

“Welcome, children!” the Great Holy Knight boomed. “You all look so wonderful! Can I offer you each a fish pie? It’s my own recipe, perfect for warming chilled hands!”

A chorus of “no’s” began, but Margaret interrupted very loudly, “Of course, Sir Zaratras! How very kind of you to go through so much trouble!”

He grinned and began to hand them each one of the little pies, and Veronica leaned over to whisper to Griamore, “Hey, if we do run into a monster, we can use these to throw at it.”

“Monster? Where?” Elizabeth squealed, latching onto Gilthunder.

“Nowhere,” he said, glaring at the other two, but the Grand Master frowned and asked, “What was that?”

Gilthunder sighed. “Princess Elizabeth says she saw a monster. She’s been frightened ever since.”

“A monster, huh?” He rubbed his chin with a gloved hand. “I have heard stories of things that live in the sewers under the castle. Nasty, dark creatures that would eat you as soon as look at you!” To punctuate his story, he grabbed at Veronica, who practically leapt into Howzer’s arms with a screech.

“You’re not helping,” Gil said through gritted teeth, Elizabeth practically burrowing into his tunic.

“Oh, sorry.” The knight had the good sense to at least look sheepish as he leaned forward. “There’s nothing to fear, little princess. The knights of Liones can dispatch a monster like that!” he assured her with a snap of his fingers. “Just say the magic words and one will come for you!”

“What’s magic words?” Elizabeth asked with wide eyes.

“Uhh…” He thought a moment before raising a finger. “If you see a monster, just yell, Holy Knight come stop this fright!”

The others looked at one another skeptically, but Elizabeth clapped her hands and chanted: “Holy Knight come stop this fright! Holy Knight come stop this fright!”

“Thanks, dad,” Gil groaned, and they said their goodbyes as they headed back towards the gates. On the way the group deposited their fish pies in a garbage bin despite Margaret’s protests. But then Veronica dared her to eat one, and after a bite of her own the princess turned a bit green and tossed hers in as well, and then finally they were off once again.

Elizabeth was still chanting her phrase as they headed door-to-door, the adults making a great fuss over the princesses and complimenting their escorts. More goodies were collected: spiced donuts, sugared lollipops, peppermints, popcorn balls. An hour later they began to head back for more hot chocolate and sort their things, when Elizabeth squealed, “Holy Knight! Holy Knight! Take fright! Holy Knight!”

She tugged sharply on Gil’s hand, nearly knocking him over. “What is it, Elizabeth?” he snapped, but the girl continued her shouting.

He followed the line of her trembling finger which pointed at the crowd. Gil narrowed his eyes, and finally caught an unusual shape hanging at the side of a building. It was dark now, the buildings and lampposts providing enough light to illuminate the streets, but the figure stood back in the shadows. It was taller than an average man, and larger too—but it must just be a costume!

“Hey,” he said, nudging Griamore, and nodded when he caught the boy’s attention. “Do you know who that is?”

“Is monster!” Elizabeth insisted.

Griamore just shook his head. “I dunno. He’s tall though.”

“Come on, let’s go find out,” said Howzer.

Gilthunder looked down at Elizabeth. “It’s probably one of the knights. Let’s go show you there’s nothing to be scared of.”

“I’m not sure, Gil,” whispered Margaret, drawing a laugh from Veronica. “What’s wrong?” she taunted her older sister. “Scared of the monster?”

“No!” Margaret shot back.

“Okay, okay,” Gil snapped. “Let’s just go.” With a worried look, Elizabeth followed his lead, her hand gripping his tightly, and the others did as well.

The six children weaved among the crowds on the streets, and Gil kept a close eye on their target. But as they were bumped into by another rowdy group, they paused for Howzer to shout a few choice words he picked up from his dad’s friends, and by the time they pulled him away the figure was gone.

Gil was ready to give a choice word himself, but then Veronica shouted, “There he is!”

She took off in a flash, leaving the others to scramble after her. They found her standing at the entrance to an alley, scratching her head. “I could have sworn he was here,” she muttered. The princess stepped forward to enter the alley, but Griamore grabbed her shoulder. “Let us look,” he said solemnly, flashing a look to the other two boys as he pulled three practice swords from his pack.

Gil nodded and handed Elizabeth to Margaret, while Howzer groaned. “How come it’s always us that ends up doing this stuff?” he muttered under his breath.

The three banded together, Gil in the middle, and they started down the dark alley. The light was behind them, but muted, the buildings on the side blocking the streetlamps. It made the shadows long, the crates and containers of trash along the walls providing plenty of hiding places for a monster, but not for a man. “Where is he?” Griamore hissed.

“Shh!” Howzer threw an arm out, halting their steps. They were about three-quarters of the way through the alley, and they paused to listen.

Suddenly a crash made all three scream, the boys clutching one another as something small and black raced by their feet. “It’s just a stupid cat!” Howzer howled, laughing as he bent over and rested his elbows on his bent knees.

“Gil?” The princess’ voice sounded very far away, and the boy turned and waved.

“We’re fine!” he called. “It was a cat!”

“No, Gil!” He squinted his eyes to make out her silhouette. “Back there!”

The three boys turned together. At the end of the alley, against the back wall, stood the hulking knight. Only it wasn’t a knight, or it couldn’t be, because there was nothing knight-ish about it. It was bent over as if on all fours, its back arched like an alley cat’s, its breathing ragged. No armor, no shield, no weapon, no words. Nothing to give them a clue as to who was beneath the costume.

Shaking himself, Gil threw up a fist. “Hey, you!” he called. “In the name of the Holy Knights, show yourself!”

The figure did not move. “Oi!” Howzer shouted. “Didn’t ya hear him?” When there was no response, he looked at the others. “What’s with this guy?”

“I don’t—”

Gilthunder was cut off as the mystery knight seemed to start… growing? “What’s happening?” Griamore hissed, all three taking a step back. Soon he was six feet tall, then seven, then eight—and then it darted into the shadows, snaking over a fence.

“After it!” Howzer shouted, and at once the boys took off. They ignored the calls of the princesses behind them, finding a hole in the fence to shimmy through. The figure was moving fast, forcing them to run, their feet slapping on the cobblestone ground as they headed after it down one alley, then turning down another.

The chase went on another minute, until all three boys were panting and sweating. “There!” Gilthunder yelled as they turned another corner—only to come face-to-face with the southern wall of the castle.

“Where did it-?” Gil’s question was stopped with a tug on his arm, and he saw what the others did as well: it was a monster indeed, with paws for feet and hands, covered in dark brown fur, claws at the end of its limbs and sharp teeth that stretched around its long snout. Great whiskers fell from the sides of the small black nose, its ears pointed and visible now that the creature’s hood had fallen. The boys froze in fright as it let go a low growl, the hair on the back of Gil’s neck rising as his body began to tremble. “What is it?” he whispered.

“A monster,” Howzer whispered back,

“I’m not a monster,” the thing said.

All three boys gave a little scream, and Griamore dropped his weapon. “What the hell!” Howzer shouted, stepping forward with his sword out and pointing at the monster. “You can talk?”

“Yes I can talk, and please put that down,” it growled. “You’re liable to poke out my eye, and then I’ll really show you what a monster can do.”

That was enough for Howzer, who stepped back and a bit behind Gil, placing his weapon behind his back. Gil grit his teeth and demanded, “Tell us who you are, and how you did that. My father is the Grand Master and I demand to know which of his knights is scaring children and climbing fences!”

The monster gave what could only be a chuckle. “I’m no knight,” he answered. “And I wasn’t scaring kids. You three chased me.”

Before they could answer Veronica’s voice called for them, and the boys turned to see the princesses running towards them, Margaret carrying Elizabeth on her hip. But once they were close enough to see, the girls stopped short with a little scream of their own, the youngest princess pressing her face into her sister’s neck and crying, “Holy Knight! Holy Knight! There’s monster!”

“I’m not a monster. I’m just—”

Suddenly the alleyway is illuminated as Veronica lights a lamp. “Hey look!” she exclaims, stepping between the boys.

And look they did, took a good look at the monster who was more of a man, but a man who was also a great rat. “What… what are you?” Veronica asked.

Sighing, its shoulders dropped. “I’m a member of the Beast Clan,” he said reluctantly.

“Beast Clan?” Howzer frowned. “Never heard of it.”

“Probably not, seeing how we’re nearly all wiped out.” His voice held a tinge of anger, his hands clenching momentarily. “The reaction from you humans is usually to chase and hunt us, so we like to keep it that way too.”

Sheepishly the boys put down their weapons. Margaret approached as well, still carrying Elizabeth, who was holding on to her tightly but no longer fearful. “That’s terrible,” the eldest princess said. “Is there something we can do?”

He blinked in surprise at them and then cleared his throat. “No,” he replied. “But uh… I suppose I could ask that you don’t tell anyone you saw me.”

“Why not?” asked Griamore.

“Well, like I said, you humans aren’t always so uh… nice as you kids,” he answered with a hint of embarrassment. “And I’m a bit of a wanted man. Rather not get the authorities involved ya see.”

Gilthunder swallowed thickly. Keeping a secret from his father and helping a fugitive did not sit well for the boy, but the others agreed eagerly. “Not a problem!” Howzer said enthusiastically. “We’ll help you out, Sir—uh—”

“Just Zhivago is fine,” answered the man with a chuckle.

“Mr. Zhivago,” Margaret asked, “if the humans are dangerous, why are you in the city tonight?”

He scratched his head, a very human-like gesture that Gil found fascinating. “I was hoping to find someone. My—uh, friend. I heard he might be around here.”

“What’s his name?” Griamore asked. “My father knows everyone, maybe we can help.”

“Oh I doubt that,” laughed Zhivago. “He is an old thief. His name is Ban.”

“Ban!” the children squealed excitedly.

“You mean the Fox Sin?” asked Veronica.

Zhivago frowned. “The what?”

“The Seven Deadly Sins!” They started talking at once before Veronica shouted them down. “They are Holy Knights and they work for the king and they are the best ones in the whole kingdom! And they have animals and there is a Fox Sin of Greed and his name is Ban!”

“Sin of Greed, eh?” Zhivago snorted. “Sounds like him.”

“We can introduce you if you’d like,” Howzer assured him.

But the beast shook his head. “No, I’d rather not. If he’s a Holy Knight now, then I don’t want to cause him trouble.” Then he grinned a small smile. “Ban, a Holy Knight! Who would have ever guessed.”

Then Elizabeth shimmied down from Margaret’s arms, walking over to Zhivago and peering up at him shyly. “Sir Ban is friends with Sir Mel. And I’m friends with Sir Mel. So I will give him a kiss for you.”

Zhivago smiled, his small round eyes going soft. “Will you now?” He knelt down to be at her height. “You remind me of him, when he was little. He had spunk too.”

“Spunk?” Elizabeth repeated.

“Mm hmm.” He shook his whiskers and smiled when she broke into a grin. “Will you do that for me, princess?”

“Uh huh!” Then to the surprise of all she kissed him on the nose.”

Zhivago huffed a laugh before quickly standing. “I’ll be off then, while I can get away with looking like this,” he joked. “Thank you, children. You’ve made this old dog very happy.”

He tipped his head to them and took off, returning to the shadows and scurrying out of sight in an instant. They stood watching for a long moment before Howzer said, “He was a dog? I thought he was like a hamster.”

“No,” Griamore argued. “He was a mouse.”

“Rat, probably,” Veronica offered.

“Bumblebee!” squealed Elizabeth with a laugh.

“Let’s get back,” Margaret interrupted, taking Elizabeth’s hand. “There is still some time until the end of the night and you boys dropped your candy back in the alley.

“Oh crap!” Howzer shouted, taking off, the others following as Gil shouted a scolding about using foul language around the princesses.

That night, Elizabeth was settling into her bed when there was a knock at the door. Nanny opened it and smiled, gesturing the visitor inside. The princess clapped her hands and jumped on her bed until she was swept up in two strong arms, shouting, “Sir Mel! Sir Mel!”

“Hey there princess!” Meliodas laughed. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and he looked at her with a warm smile. “What’s that for?” he chuckled.

“For Sir Ban,” she answered.

He lifted his brows in amusement and nodded, assuring her the message would be delivered before putting her back down in bed. This was their routine sometimes, when he was in the city. The nanny slipped out with her arms filled with dirty clothing as Elizabeth crawled under her covers. Meliodas tucked her in the way she liked and then sat on the floor next to her small bed. “How was tricks and treats?”

“I saw a monster!” she told him excitedly.

“You did? Was he scary?”

“Nope,” replied Elizabeth. “He was nice. He knows Sir Ban. And he was a bumblebee dog.”

Meliodas nodded. “Sounds pretty neat. Now where were we in our story?”

“The princess!”

“Yes, yes, of course,” he answered. Meliodas leaned forward and placed his arms on the bed. “So the princess was in the forest, helping the creatures, when suddenly she saw a handsome demon among the trees.”

Elizabeth let out a loud yawn. “What’s demon?” she asked sleepily.

“A monster. Kind of like your bumblebee dog.”

The girl nodded, and eventually her eyes began to droop closed as she fell asleep listening to Meliodas tell her of the princess and the demon, her favorite bedtime story.

[typhonserpent]

You Showed Me, Chapter 6

Fandom: Dragon Age 2 Rating: Explicit Genre: Romance/Omegaverse Pairing: Fenris/Anders Summary: Omegaverse AU. Fenris has a secret that nobody else knows. When he has to travel to Orlais to help Hawke and her new friend Tallis steal a priceless jewel, his secret becomes harder to hide. When Anders discovers what Fenris is hiding, what he does with the knowledge is not what Fenris expected.

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Fenris awoke to Anders' heavy snoring. He was still snuggled up under Anders' chin, one arm lazily draped across his shoulders. The sky was pale blue outside, only a soft light peeking through the windows. It was still too cold to leave the comfort of Anders' body heat, Fenris told himself.

Fenris took another deep breath of Anders' scent and idly traced patterns on his chest. There were a few scars there but not nearly as many as Anders sported on his back. Nicks from darkspawn blades or arrows, wounds too deep to heal completely. The most prominent was the bonding mark on his shoulder, dark brown and unhidden by hair. Touching it, Fenris discovered it wasn't nearly as deep as it's appearance made it look. Just a slight dip in the skin, but otherwise smooth.

"We met on the boat to the circle tower." Anders said.

Fenris' hand retreated and curled against his own chest, fearing he'd done something wrong. Anders was staring at the ceiling.

"I couldn't stop crying. Couldn't say a word through the crying. Just ... wailed nonstop hoping it would convince someone to take pity on me. After a few hours, Karl ... he slapped me on the face and called me a twit." Anders huffed a laugh and rubbed his glazed-over eyes with the heel of his hand, "Snapped me out of it, I'll give him that. He had a way with words."

Fenris looked away from Anders.

"That's why," Anders said, voice cracking, "That night on the boat ..."

Fenris set a hand on Anders' cheek and turned his head for a kiss. Anders' eyes fluttered shut. He sighed into the kiss. By the time Fenris pulled away, Anders was smiling again.

"Mmm ... I like that." He hummed, "We should wake up like this more often."

"To you pouring your heart out like a smuggler in a confessional?"

Anders barked a laugh, "If it involves more kissing, I wouldn't object." He leaned forward and stole another kiss before adding, "Besides, it feels nice to talk about."

Fenris rested his chin on Anders' chest and allowed the mage to hold him. "Does it not pain you to sleep with other people after having lost your mate?"

He shrugged, "Karl is gone. I need to move forward. Haven't you ever courted anyone?"

"There was Hawke, but ..."

"Yes, well," He chuckled, "Who isn't interested in Hawke?"

Fenris cocked an eyebrow, "You?"

"I proposed it, but she seems only interested in women. Have you really had nobody else?"

He shrugged, "Dithari, perhaps."

"The girl who tended your wounds? What happened with her?"

"Slaves shuffle in and out of the master's care all the time." Fenris sighed, "It is not our place to wonder why or where they went. Besides, it would not have worked out. She might have known my secret, but after I matured Danarius wanted me only at his side."

"Well ..." Anders' hand idly moved to Fenris' hair, stroking it, "Let me put it this way. You let go of Dithari, and I let go of Karl. There's no point in living in the past. We move forward."

"We move forward."

They laid in silence for a few minutes, Anders stroking Fenris' hair until Fenris began to lightly purr. Anders huffed air through his nose, and though Fenris' eyes were closed he could feel the smile boring into the back of his head.

He didn't mind, he decided. Anders wasn't hurting anyone by smiling.

The purrs ceased immediately when there was a loud rap at the door, and Fenris' eyes snapped open at the sound of Tallis calling, "Wake up, boys! We have a party to attend! Hawke's already there!"

With a sigh, Fenris pried himself away from Anders and left the warmth of their nest to retrieve his clothes from the floor. "Be there in a minute!" Anders called.

They dressed in silence. Fenris generously slathered the cologne onto his neck while Anders ran his fingers through his hair and tied it back. He left while Fenris was still strapping his gauntlets to his wrists.

Fenris stepped out to see Tallis in the hallway, leaning with her foot up against the wall. Anders was a few steps ahead, paused and waiting for him.

"Ready?" Tallis asked, kicking off the wall.

Fenris silently turned and walked towards Anders, who was already moving forward.

"Fenris?" Tallis called, causing him to pause.

Their eyes met, and hers immediately moved to the floor. He cocked an eyebrow. Was she nervous?

"You ... smell nice." She said after a moment.

He drew his lips into a thin line. What was that supposed to mean? Had she caught his scent? No, he'd been sure to lay the cologne on thick after sleeping with Anders. If she knew, why didn't she just come out and say it? What did she gain holding this over him?

Either she was a very good actress, or the glare Fenris fixated on her broke through her resolve. She shuffled her feet, hands wringing together. "Well ... Better not keep Hawke waiting." She stammered.

"Yes ..." Fenris growled as he watched her pass. Suddenly, it felt like a very bad idea to let her leave his line of sight.

Which wasn't easy at the party.

The whole of the courtyard was decorated with chairs and tables, along with an array of food. Servants shuffled in and out, replacing dishes as they were consumed or went cold and offering bottles of wine and trays full of glasses to everyone they passed. It took perhaps five seconds for Fenris to lose track of Tallis in the crowd, and another two seconds for him to decide that he didn't want to brave the crowd to search for her again.

He positioned himself against a wall near a potted shrub, where only the most dedicated servants would disturb him. Once, an elven woman approached him and held out a tray of tall, thin glasses. He took one for the sake of getting her to leave.

He was tipping back the glass of wine when Anders appeared at his side, a tray of food in one hand. "Have you tried these skewered fish? They're amazing." Anders asked.

Fenris curled a lip in disgust, "I hate fish."

"Well try the venison then. You have to be hungry. I know you didn't eat breakfast."

Fenris hummed but didn't respond, taking another sip of the wine.

"Here, try this." Anders jabbed a piece of red potato off his dish and held it in front of Fenris' lips. Immediately, Fenris tightened his lip. He could smell the char roast on the blasted potato and it was close enough to see the herbs that it had been doused in prior to cooking. Smelled the same as the herbs they'd thrown on the fish on Anders' plate. Did the mage intend to feed him like a dog at the dinner table? The potato poked his lips ... twice, then Anders sighed and set the fork back down.

"Alright, what do you like?"

"Apples." Fenris replied without hesitation.

"Very well. Wait here."

Anders sat the plate down on the edge of the planter beside them. Fenris stayed only because he had no intention of leaving in the first place. He swirled around the white liquid in his glass. He preferred red wine, he decided.

Anders returned with a second plate, piled mainly with pastries. Fenris recognized the apple scent before he even noticed the pile of roasted apple slices or the tarts next to it.

"Here, open." Anders held a flaky golden pastry in front of his mouth. The light, airy scent of the crust tickled his nose.

Fenris opened his mouth and allowed Anders to push the treat inside. He could best describe it as a miniature pie. The crust was stuffed with minced and sugared apples.

"Good, right? Try this one, it's pork and apples."

Anders stabbed one of the apple slices, and only now did Fenris notice the cubes of meat that were mixed in with the apple slices. He allowed himself to be fed again, and again approved of the taste. They continued until the pile of pork and apples was gone.

Anders was reaching for one of the tarts on the plate when Fenris interrupted, "I can feed myself, mage."

"I know, but it's fun like this, isn't it?"

Fenris chose to ignore the question, focusing his attention on the crowd. A gentleman in a beaked mask and a feathered cap leaned over the table towards a woman who straightened her collar while she spoke. Anders held an apple tart under Fenris' nose.

When Fenris didn't make a move to eat the treat, Anders followed his line of sight. "Are they a cute couple?" He asked.

"She is mated," Fenris explained, "He is not. She is covering her mark with her dress. That isn't a dress built for movement, she isn't a hunter. She must have come here with a mate. Where is he?"

Anders eyes scanned the crowd and rested on a potted rose bush, next to which an armored man with a flushed face and a wine glass was making loud conversation with some other hunters. "He's wearing the same colors as she is." He said, nodding at the man.

"That he is. Matching their family crest, no doubt. What does she hope to gain by flirting with-"

He was interrupted by Anders shoving the tart past his lips. Fenris narrowed his eyes, squinting at the mage and half-tempted to spit the pastry back at him. Fortunately for Anders, that would have been a waste of good food.

After taking a bite, Fenris said, "Was that necessary, mage?"

"No, but the look on your face was worth it." Anders grinned ear-to-ear.

"If this had been fish, it would be splattered on your coat."

The grin did not cease. Instead, Anders set down the plate and followed Fenris' eyes into the crowd.

"Those two just finished making out." Anders said, pointing to a pair lingering near the fountain, "See how his shirt's all wrinkled? And the bruise on his collarbone?"

Two Orlesian men stood next to one another, and the one in the red-and-gold mask had the top button of his shirt undone. Wrinkles like ripples on a lake spread out from his collar. The man next to him straightened his collar to cover the bruise.

Fenris' eyebrows perked, "Good catch. Have you played the game before?"

"The game of feeding handsome men apple treats and people watching? No I can't say I've made that a habit."

"Handsome, am I?" Fenris turned to Anders, one corner of his mouth turned up.

Anders' ears turned pink.

"Orlesians refer to the aristocratic grab for power as the game." Fenris explained, "It's a sick and twisted way to refer to a system that allows rulers and nobles free reign to cheat and murder. But it does make for a good show, I suppose."

"So it's a game of spot-the-assasin, is it?"

"For me it is." Fenris shrugged.

Tallis shouldered her way through the crowd, slapped Anders on the shoulder, and stepped between them. "Hey, we're finally in." She said, wearing a triumphant smile. There was a key on a leather cord dangling from her finger, "Don't ask what we went through to get this. Come on. Hawke's already waiting."

She wasted no time in trotting off, and the pair were forced to follow lest they lose track of her in the crowd. She led the way around the edge of the courtyard and out along the wall connected to the kitchen. In seconds, the murmur of the crowd faded into silence.

"In a hurry?" Anders quipped.

"I just want to find the ... jewel. And get this over with."

Fenris and Anders met eyes briefly.

"You don't sound excited." Anders replied.

"This is something that's been a long time coming. That's all."

Fenris hummed, "This jewel is so important to you?"

Her feet froze to the ground, her eyes downcast.. Anders nearly bumped into her. When Fenris came up beside her, she turned away from him.

After a second of Fenris staring, she finally said, "Yes. I want this part of my life finished. You know how that feels, right? I want to move forward but I have to ... get this over with first."

“All this fuss over a jewel?” Fenris said, one eyebrow cocked.

“It’s more than the jewel, it’s … never mind. I’m rambling. Let’s go.”

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Vincent was running down the dirt road.  the sun was still fully bright but he didnt have much time before the long drawn out sunset.  since he was running from the south side of the island making it through the the middle that ran across a bridge in the southside river named The Falulee River which the southerns called Lulee and loved the river very very very much.  The Baron’s home was in the middle of the the island and then instead of crossing the North’s river named River Vicrasta, toward the Norths ecampment that was more on the North East part of the island & his & Victorias meeting spot which was on the West, North West part of the island.  So from The Barons house he would cut through to a couple portions of clearing and a couple paths that the Baron tells him about later... Since the Northerners new that Vincents family was going to the South they gave them the stuff to trade for them and Vincent knew no one was going to be on the road.  He was sprinting and sprinting and stopping to drink some water.  He was okay off his big breakfast but he was starting to get hungy & came to the Baron’s as his stomach started rumbling.  The Baron was chopping wood when Vincent arrived & said calmly.  “You are velly late. Get inzide now befor eye turn you into ze little squirrel.”... Vincent was fucking shook at hearing The Baron’s voice for the first time and scared to death of becoming a lil island creature and not seeing Victoria again.  He ran inside and offered The Baron a gold necklace he was wearing for being late & for asking for his help to get to the other side of the island faster with his magic..... “Zu are truly ze young man I thought you vould bee. Thank you for ze gold now eat vhile i make ze final preparations...”... preperations for what? asked Vincent. .... “Ze preparations for zu to become my eternal friend & whoo eye call on occasionally to zoo zome favors & and occasionly we will have a party like your dreams and nightmares could never posssibly imagine” The Baron started laughing and went outside the door to grab some deer antlers & Fish bone necklaces & skull helmet that he made.   Also some extra fire wood to make the fire bigger when he would blow out all of his candles & perform the healing/soul sacrafice in special mirrored blood ritual which the fire place looking like it was being reflected all around them in an octogon.  .. Vincent was hungry and went to the other side of the room with the table of turkey, potato wedges, mash potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing that was very dry and moist at the same time Vincent didnt know how The Baron was such a good cook, egg salad, green beans, spaghetti with red sauce, some panda express lo mein, cream cheeze wontons, a couple big jugs of water, a giant stack of Hawaiaan rolls, a pecan pie, pumpkie bread with cream cheese toping, strawberries, blueberries, apples, oranges, a couple reeses sticks, zebra cakes, pudding made out of sugar and milk and pistacios so it was green with little nuts in it... mmm Vincent needs to go to the target and get some right now.... Vincent began to eat because The Baron told him to eat. & was stuffing the sweet potatoes, turkey, green beans, stuffing, and hawiaan rolls into his mouth & the Baron had walked into the room from the back door and Vincent said “Hello Mr Baron sir thank you so so so much for the food. do you need any help?.” The Baron said continue what you are doing. I will be right there.”....  & went and set stuff down and grabbed some wine and and went and poured it into the two skull cups that he had made.  Going over to the young man he gave a wine cup to and they both cheers after The Baron said.  “To your spirit which may forever be strong & alive”.... Vincent didnt know what to say and cheers and drank because he was so stunned at everything......

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Vincent was running down the dirt road.  the sun was still fully bright but he didnt have much time before the long drawn out sunset.  since he was running from the south side of the island making it through the the middle that ran across a bridge in the southside river named The Falulee River which the southerns called Lulee and loved the river very very very much.  The Baron’s home was in the middle of the the island and then instead of crossing the North’s river named River Vicrasta, toward the Norths ecampment that was more on the North East part of the island & his & Victorias meeting spot which was on the West, North West part of the island.  So from The Barons house he would cut through to a couple portions of clearing and a couple paths that the Baron tells him about later... Since the Northerners new that Vincents family was going to the South they gave them the stuff to trade for them and Vincent knew no one was going to be on the road.  He was sprinting and sprinting and stopping to drink some water.  He was okay off his big breakfast but he was starting to get hungy & came to the Baron’s as his stomach started rumbling.  The Baron was chopping wood when Vincent arrived & said calmly.  “You are velly late. Get inzide now befor eye turn you into ze little squirrel.”... Vincent was fucking shook at hearing The Baron’s voice for the first time and scared to death of becoming a lil island creature and not seeing Victoria again.  He ran inside and offered The Baron a gold necklace he was wearing for being late & for asking for his help to get to the other side of the island faster with his magic..... “Zu are truly ze young man I thought you vould bee. Thank you for ze gold now eat vhile i make ze final preparations...”... preperations for what? asked Vincent. .... “Ze preparations for zu to become my eternal friend & whoo eye call on occasionally to zoo zome favors & and occasionly we will have a party like your dreams and nightmares could never posssibly imagine” The Baron started laughing and went outside the door to grab some deer antlers & Fish bone necklaces & skull helmet that he made.   Also some extra fire wood to make the fire bigger when he would blow out all of his candles & perform the healing/soul sacrafice in special mirrored blood ritual which the fire place looking like it was being reflected all around them in an octogon.  .. Vincent was hungry and went to the other side of the room with the table of turkey, potato wedges, mash potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing that was very dry and moist at the same time Vincent didnt know how The Baron was such a good cook, egg salad, green beans, spaghetti with red sauce, some panda express lo mein, cream cheeze wontons, a couple big jugs of water, a giant stack of Hawaiaan rolls, a pecan pie, pumpkie bread with cream cheese toping, strawberries, blueberries, apples, oranges, a couple reeses sticks, zebra cakes, pudding made out of sugar and milk and pistacios so it was green with little nuts in it... mmm Vincent needs to go to the target and get some right now.... Vincent began to eat because The Baron told him to eat. & was stuffing the sweet potatoes, turkey, green beans, stuffing, and hawiaan rolls into his mouth & the Baron had walked into the room from the back door and Vincent said “Hello Mr Baron sir thank you so so so much for the food. do you need any help?.” The Baron said continue what you are doing. I will be right there.”....  & went and set stuff down and grabbed some wine and and went and poured it into the two skull cups that he had made.  Going over to the young man he gave a wine cup to and they both cheers after The Baron said.  “To your spirit which may forever be strong & alive”.... Vincent didnt know what to say and cheers and drank because he was so stunned at everything......