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The Mellarks

a family of bakers, hunters, and everything in between.
#the Mellarks#headcanon that Katniss learns to bake and helps at the rebuilt bakery#their babies love to run around and steal icing from the bowls#everlark#buggiebite#the hunger games#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#katniss mellark#willow mellark#rye mellark#toastbabies#fanart#thg
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The night had dawned upon the territory of the hounds and the gates were open once more for the spookiest night of the year. Houses were decorated with scary and horrifying decorations, pumpkins led up along the walkways and up to the front porches.
The night had begun, and a new fear was soon to appear.
Screaming around the house as Minjun was ready to trick-or-treat with his uncles, his dalmatian onesie already on, and his candy bag wagging around in his hands.
"Do we really have to give candy away? Can't we just keep some?" Sunwoo asked as he laid on a couch, his grim reaper costume hiding the snacks he had snagged from Jake.
"Yes," Hanbin curses when archangel wings get stuck on a fake spiders web. "We need to show the city people that we mean no harm... and that we're somewhat normal."
Sighing, Sunwoo watches how Minjun ran out of their house and possibly towards Jaemin, which was lighting up more carved pumpkins.

"Ready?" Sua asks Nikki, sensing the omega's nervous gestures all afternoon as they had gotten ready together. "You took some of my pills. You should be fine for the night," She tries to reassure her.
"Yeah... I should be..." The omega mumbles, looking down to her shoes and fixing her hat as she follows Sua outside.


"Please stop looking at the poor pup," Hyuck muttered to Taeyong as he eyed Nikki's twin sister who had come to help them all with the trick-or-treaters.
The hybrid always striking a cord to Taeyong's heart and his nether regions whenever she was near.
Clenching his jaw, he readjusted his seat on the porch he shared a space with Hyuck and Johnny. "I can't help it. That guy is onto my pup. I can't let some guy steal my pups' love."
"You know," Johnny chirped in as he walked outside with another bowl of candy. The first few trick-or-treaters cheering as he handed them some. "He did say to leave her alone." He says with a toothy smile as he waved to a ghost kid run off with his friends.
"And the guy seems dangerous." Hyuck noted as he looked around to see Minjun with Jaemin and Chenle. His mind easing up from where his child was.
Grunting, Taeyong's eyes suddenly turned red. Scaring a few kids as they screamed and smiled at him. "She's just so precious..."
"Stop it, Gollum," Hyuck teased as he growled at some kids. Scaring them and laughing as they ran off to the next house.


"And Lisa and uncle Kyu took me to the zoo and told me to not tell mommy and papa and told me that they would buy me ice crweam!" Minjun blabbered out as he held Jeno's hand. Not seeing the two hounds' eyes widen in confusion.
"So that's why Sua asked me if he was at mines," Jaemin muttered from next to Chenle.
"They really are out here kidnapping a baby hound instead of making one?" Chenle shook his head as he spun his fake wand around his fingers.
"Hey, Min? How about you go play with the fog machine?" Jeno asked the toddler, fixing his dalmatian onesie and giving him one of his kind smiles.
"Yay!!" Running off with his candy bag, Minjun dodged some princesses on his way.
"Man, I wish I was a kid again..." Chenle sighed watching the toddler be as happy as ever.
Turning to his friends, Jeno looked more serious in his skeleton fit. "Have any of you noticed that half our pack have been looking..."
"Half awake?" Jaemin continued his sentence.
"So you both noticed too?" Jeno asks, seeing both Chenle and Jaemin nod. Staring at them as he couldn't figure out why half their pack was always sleeping more than usual. He gets a tug on his elbow that makes him turn to find Sua and Nikki with pale faces.
"Have you seen Minjun?" Sua asks. "We can't find him!"
"Oh yeah, he's by the fog machine," Chenle points over to one of their houses that had fog machines lined up to create an eerie pathway up to the front door.
Turning their heads to where he pointed out to, they find the walkway empty, and Kun passed out on his rocking chair.
"Shit!" Jeno cursed as they ran over to find a candy bag on the ground. Minjun's glow stick attached to it.
Feeling her heart go into overdrive, Sua's eyes darted all around for her baby. "MINJUN!? MINJUN!" She yelled, running away in search of the baby hound.
"He's going to kill me..." Jeno whispered as he lifted the candy bag up. Dreading what was to come if they don't find Minjun before Hyuck finds out.

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#AND WE BACK#after 1 billion years#jk its been a few months đ#any guesses where Minjun went?#or who took Minjun?
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Will You Marry Me



Teasing (It's Lee Know), eating, mentions of heights and acrophobia, so much fluff that you can choke, oh! mentions of choking (LK eats too fast, but he's fine) Sorry for ant typos!! I was sobbing by the end of this đ
"Hey Min-min!" You cheered as you walked into his dance studio.
"Hey, stink. You ready?" He asked, putting his water into his bag.
"Mhm! We're going on a date." You smiled excitedly, practically bouncing in impatience.
"Ugh, don't remind me." He gagged, throwing his arm around your shoulder and bringing you close to kiss the top of your head.
"How were your exams?" He asked, taking your purse from you and holding it.
"They went pretty well, I felt good about them, they weren't as hard as I thought they'd be." You said bashfully as Minho turned to lock the door.
"Where do you want to go, kitty?" He asked, moving his arm to your waist with the faux intention to squeeze your waist, only to tickle you instead. You squealed and jumped away from him, swatting his hand.
"Why'd you run away from me? You don't love me anymore?" He said with a dramatized pout.
"Don't tickle me." You frowned, stomping your foot, an act in which he felt had no reason to be so utterly adorable coming from you.
"Fine fine, no tickles." He said, opening his arm, letting you cling to him again, only to tickle you again.
"Min.." You whined, making him gawk at you.
"I plead the fifth." He said.
"I don't think that same law applies here." You said, raising a brow at him.
"Shh, it does to me."
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"I'm starting to think you like Japanese food more than you love me." You pouted, obviously not telling the truth.
"Oh no, however would you come to that conclusion?" Your boyfriend asked, actively eating sushi while already eyeing another piece.
"..It's one of the wonders of the world." You snickered as you watched him slightly choke.
"Do you want ice cream after?" He asked, taking a bite of the sashimi platter he'd ordered four of.
"Ooh, funny you mention that, a new frozen yogurt place just opened! And it's by that lounge place!" Minho watched as your eye lit up at the sound of the 'lounge place' as you called it.
It was actually an apartment building your friend lived in, but she was gone a lot, and allowed you a key so you could freely go in and out, as long as you cleaned up after yourself. Minho knew how much you loved to go to the rooftop and over look the city, he knew that you would be there every waking hour if you could. He also, knew you would mention wanting to go there.
"Sure baby, we'll go on the roof." He said, you missed the subtle smirk he had, thinking it was just his expression.
"Are you completely sure? The last time we were there I honestly thought I'd have to call the fire department." His head jolted up as he glared playfully (menacingly) at you.
"We agreed to never speak of that incident."
"Right, right, please forgive me." You said, giggling cheekily. Minho rolled his eyes, but that did stop the bunny smile that creeped on his face at the sight of your dimples.
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After Minho payed and you two left the restaurant, you headed to the frozen yogurt place.
"Thank you s-" You started.
"If you call me your sugar daddy one more time, I will leave you right now." He said, but doing the opposite as he pulled you closer to him.
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"I don't like the places that charge you based on your cup size instead of weight." Minho said as you two sat down.
"Why?" you asked.
"Well, I know it's for toppings and stuff, but I don't get toppings, so it just defeats the purpose for me." He said.
"Oh yeah..I completely understand." Making a statement by staring at your cup, that was filled to the brim with froyo, and almost drowned in added toppings. Minho glanced at your and cackled at your expression.
"Maybe I like it for you." He said, stealing a gummy bear from your bowl.
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"Balcony, balcony, balcony." You chanted as you walked inside the apartment building.
"Excited?" Minho asked, smirking at your enthusiasm.
"So excited. So excited that I have to pee." You said.
"Pfft-" Minho sputtered a laugh at your shamelessness.
"I'll go on up and meet you there." He said, making your eyebrows raise.
"Really? You don't need me to hold your hand?" You asked, making Minho turn on his heel and walk to the elevator, leaving you to laugh.
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You walked into the elevator and hit the 'R.' You had to refrain from jumping, since you knew to not do that in an elevator, but that didn't diminish your excitement any less. The bell dinged louder than you were used to, scaring you into dropping your phone as the doors opened. You leant down to pick it up and when you looked up you gasped.
Minho was there, standing in the middle of a flowery isle, smiling nervously. You were frozen in shock, so frozen in-fact that the doors actually shut and you had to press the button to open them again. You stepped out of the elevator and sighed as you looked at your boyfriend, who had a look or worry in his face. Your eyes swelled with tears and he groaned.
"Don't cry yet, we're not even to the good part." He whined.
"This is not real." You said, closing you eyes tightly.
"Y/n.." He chuckled, making you peek.
"C'mere, baby." He continued. You slowly walked up to him and he lifted his hand to rub your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even know was there.
"Y/n.." You lip wobbled as he began his speech, making him smile at you.
"This sounds so utterly clichĂŠ, but I knew from the moment I met you, I knew you'd be my wife one day. You are truly one of the most amazing people I've met, and you surprise with something new each day. Whether it's a new fact, a new talent you figured out you could do, or a scar that you found on your leg that looks like the island of Okinawa.. You are full of surprises, and I'm glad I could finally surprise you. In our two years, you've shown me nothing but love and acceptance, even in times where I'm pretty sure a punch would have sufficed." You gave a him a nudge, all the while sobbing at this point.
"You aren't just my girlfriend, or my love, you're my soulmate. You're the epitome of a feeling I didn't even imagine was possible until I met you. I am completely bound to you, something that scared me in the past, but now I crave for it. I love you, Y/n.." You saw his facade break slowly as he let a tear stream down.
"I love you doesn't even cover what I feel for you anymore. You are my life, and you are the reason my heart beats. I would love to be the same for you, please let me keep loving you forever, as your husband." He pulled his hands away as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.
"Y/n, will you do me the greatest honor, and be my wife?" He asked, getting down on one knee and-
"Yes." You said, not even letting him open the box.
"Yes?" He seemed completely shocked at your answer for a few seconds before he stood up.
"Yes, oh my gosh, Min. Yes." You said, hugging him tightly, bringing your hand to hold the back of his head as you sobbed. He pulled away slightly, only to kiss you softly.
"No take-backs." He said, pointedly.
"Wouldn't even dream of it, you're mine, forever now." You said, pulling him in for another kiss.
#skz#skz imagines#skz bang chan#skz changbin#skz felix#skz hyunjin#skz minho#skz i.n#skz fluff#skz seungmin#skz minho x you#skz lee know#lee know x reader#lee know x you#skz x you#skz x y/n#lee minho x reader#stray kids#stray kids lee minho#stray kids imagines#stray kids lee know
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its a cosy evening and mike's sprawled on the couch when he notices will pad past out of the corner of his eye. he cranes his head back (tiny apartment, open plan) and sees will's head disappear as he bends down to get something out of the fridge. mike heaves up and sleepily crosses to the kitchen but stops short when he notices will's bare legs beneath one of mike's old t shirts. he's wearing thick winter socks but his legs are bare? isnt he cold? mike's eyes keep travelling upwards in disbelief as will crosses to put a tub of ice cream down on the counter. he still hasnt noticed mike. he reaches up to get a bowl, and mike watches more and more bare skin be revealed as the t shirt rides up when he reaches to the highest shelf.
will turns around with his little bowl he likes for ice cream in his hand and goes to get a spoon. mike is about to apologise for creeping up on will like this but will seems totally unfazed, smiling sweetly at mike as he scoops out his ice cream. at this point mike finds that he has walked across the tiny kitchen and is lifting the hem of will's shirt up, over his thighs, and all that's happening is just more and more bare skin is being revealed, until the round swell of his ass is completely exposed. mike opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. will turns away to put the scoop in the sink.
when he turns back to collect his bowl of ice cream, mike is still standing there, eyes moving from will's face to his crotch, infuriatingly hidden beneath mike's long-but-not-that-long-actually shirt. mike finally manages to get out a 'I... I... y-you... you've got... you're not...'
what happens next?
Will brings the first spoon of ice cream to his mouth and slowly lets the sweet treat melt onto his tongue. Mike watches him with his own tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. They've been together for years. You'd think he'd be used to seeing Will in his favored state of undress padding around their shared living space, but - never. He never will. How can anyone get used to something like this?
Bare legs. Cheeky little grin as he brings a second spoon up to his lips. The hem of the borrowed (stolen) shirt ridden up over where Mike pushed it over his hip, exposing all that thigh and swell of ass. Mike's hand trails soft and loving over that flesh, warm palm fitted right where it belongs, holding Will and mapping his body. Will take a third scoop, like he's teasing, waiting for Mike to do something. As the spoon leaves his lips again, Mike leans down and steals a kiss, quick, but lingering enough to get a taste. Tongue darts out to lick sweet vanilla from plush, cool lips, hot against Will's mouth. Tastes the chocolate that's swirled into the ice cream, too. Not as sweet as Will.
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Far from empty, the bowl is set aside as Will slips his hands around Mike's waist. He's got an appetite for something different now. Mike opens his mouth to say something more, and the words continue to stick in his throat. Tip toes. Arms wound tighter. Cool, sweet and sticky lips pressed to dry ones. Mike can respond this way, where words aren't needed. Licks the flavors from Will's mouth, presses him further against the counter. Feels how Will is growing hard under that thin swatch of cotton. Is he even wearing anything under there?
Mike presses kisses down Will's neck as his hand reaches under the shirt to find out the situation. Ah. Soft, almost silky fabric meets his hands. His fingers slip over the smooth cup of the jock, tracing the growing bulge and running fingers under the wide band that crosses his crotch and hips. Tease. Unbelievable tease. He kisses Will deeply then pulls away, sinking to his knees. Will lifts the hem of the shirt up on instinct, breath heavy as Mike mouths at the light, baby blue fabric, but doesn't slide it aside to taste skin. Will lets the shirt drop over Mike's head, a safe tent of sensuality. Mike sucks on the snug jock, tongue tracing the taut garment framing Will's sack and mouths upwards to leave a damp path up the length of the clothed cock filling up under his exploration.
Will sighs and tips his head back, bracing himself for the retaliation for his teasing, tantalizing excuse of an outfit. He wasn't even planning on doing anything until he had his snack and then joined Mike on the couch for some fun. Fun was being had, tons of fun come early. Well, not come early. He wanted more. He'd let Mike set the pace, let him play with him, explore. He was in no rush. Small moans and whimpers leave his throat as Mike bobbed and sucked him, having pulled his cock out of the cup of the jock. Slow and steady. All the time in the world.
Before he could get too into it, Mike was pulling away. He left the jock tucked right under Will's saliva damp cock and pressed a kiss or two or three or a dozen at the exposed part of the base, then slipped it back inside the light blue confines. He tapped Will's thigh.
"Turn around."
Didn't have to tell Will twice.
Mike scooted back, enough for Will to spin in place, thick socks aiding him in turning in a smooth flourish to face the counter, giggling at the speed in which everything so suddenly changed. Mike rose up for a moment, and plastered himself to Will's back. Will braced his hands on the edge of the counter, bending where Mike covered his body and ground his own hardness into Will's backside. Mike grabbed the globes of Will's ass and kneaded, jiggling the exposed cheeks barely covered by the long shirt. He pressed his filling cock between them, moaning low as his sweatpants clad cock nestled into its favorite space. He slid and rutted gently and pressed Will's ass around him, indulging in the body he adored and loved so much.
"Feel that, Will? Feel what you do to me?"
"Yeah," he breathed. "You gonna fuck me here? Wore this for you."
"And I love it, really love it. You look so good, love. Later." Back to his knees, Mike flipped the hem of the shirt up and tucked it into the top band of the jock to keep it in place. "Finish your ice cream, babe. Got my own snack."
Will laughed into the air at the comment, fondly rolling his eyes, and reached for the discarded bowl and spoon. Can do.
He moaned into the first bite of ice cream as Mike pulled his body close and settled, parting those perfectly rounded cheeks and pressed inside the crease with familiar ease, wasting no time getting a taste. He licked one long stripe up the core of Will, tongue flat and firm across his hole. Will moaned and whined like it was ice cream made of pure bliss, pleasure instead provided entirely from the dedicated feasting happening from Mike's place on the kitchen floor.
Swirling tongue, sealed lips pulling at his rim and making his legs shake. Mike prodded the point of his tongue at the twitching hole and licked and licked and hummed into that soft, hot skin, slipping inside and out again, unpredictable patterns of worship. Will's sock-clad feet slid wider as Mike ate him out like he'd been gifted a gourmet desert. Might as well have been.
The television could be heard in the short distance to the living room and the sounds of the city outside added a distant hum. Will whimpered and moaned louder than the wet, slick sound of tongue and lips devoted to rocking his entire world.
"Finished," Will gasped out and tossed the empty bowl into the sink. The spoon followed with a clatter. He licked his lips and wished Mike was there to lick the sweetness lingering on his mouth instead.
Not that much though. Mike was in the perfect position.
"Well, I'm not," Mike growled into the skin of his ass and bit gently at the tender spot right beside Will's entrance.
He pressed back in, nose dragging down the crease as he licked and prodded, causing Will's legs to continue shaking with pleasure. Will flattened out, chest to the counter as his ass stuck out more. He pressed a palm to his crotch and massaged his strained, aching cock still trapped in the jock. Mike took hold of Will's waist to still him, keep him standing as his stand widened more as Mike took him apart like a man denied decadence until that very feast.
Better than ice cream. Better than anything.
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#Spicy Byler#Answering old ones#drabble#This was so fun! A 'yes and' style vision baton pass haha. Loved this.#Ignore the wildly jumping between tenses thing happening here it's just a drabble#đđđ#Queued
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Under The Mistletoe With Him
Pairing: Hook x OC Rose Word Count: 1, 527 Description: Rose goes on a trip down memory lane about having Tyler's name for the company gift exchange.
So, her birthday isn't till the 24th but we agreed to just post this now! So a very very early happy birthday to my dear friend @writtingrose I hope you enjoy your birthday fic love! So thankful for you and your friendship I love you bunches! Never forget how loved you are â¤ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝
Thank you so much to @omg-im-such-a-masochist for help getting the idea rolling because I couldn't choose between the choices, I created for myself. You're the best babes x ______ Tag List: @omg-im-such-a-masochistâ @melissahausenâ @new-zealand-chic @writtingroseâ @99hook @sjwrites22â @sassymoxâ @mrsacklesevansmgkâ @xladyxfatexâ @biforrollynchâ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutchâ @demonqueen29â @itsicantbelievethis666â @lilred91â @rebellious-desiresâ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerieâ @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497â @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheartâ @vebner37â @auburnwritesâ @aews-four-pillarsâ @seeingstarksâ @whenimakeitshine1234â @legit9thlunaticwarriorâ @blaquekittyâ @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ______
âBaby, where do you want these bags of icing.â
Turning from the oven with a pan of fresh gingerbread cookies you point to the farthest corner of the counter.
âOver there please Ty, I want to be sure we have plenty of room to do this and hopefully we can avoid a big mess.â
Placing the icing bags on the counter he stood back watching his girlfriend lay them all out and then got bowls of small candies out.
âWhat are those for?â
âThe cookies and if we manage to get around to decorating that house, now let me just put in this next batch of cookies. Then we can get started would you please put on some Christmas music? I have the playlist already set up on my phone.â
âSure can.â
Using her spatula Rose carefully places each gingerbread person on the tray popping them in the oven and setting the timer. Wiping off her hands she grabs the pan with cookies already cooled, carrying them over to the counter where Tyler had gotten the music to play.
âOkay babe here we go decorate it however you want but please do try and not get icing all over I donât want to run out.â
Tyler chuckled thinking about the last time they tried this and how more icing ended up on the two of them then on the cookies.
âDonât worry Iâll behave.â
Pressing a kiss to her temple Tyler grabbed a cookie and picked a color to outline with. Rose watched him decorate, this was a moment sheâd remember for the rest of her days. Picking up an icing bag she grabbed a cookie of her own to start decorating. The two silently worked for a few minutes listening to the music playing in the background as they enjoyed each other's company.
âYou know something, this time of year always remind me of how our relationship started.â
Rose spoke softly as the memories from a few year prior played through her head causing her to smile.
âYou mean that time I got caught under the mistletoe with your fine ass?â
He smirked leaning forward to steal a peck from her lips.
âI canât believe I got Tyler.â
âWhatâs wrong with having Tyler I imagine heâd be pretty simple to shop for.â
âThatâs easy for you to say Orange youâre actually friends with him, he hates me.â
âHe does not hate you.â
âOh yes he does heâs always glaring in my direction and when I tried to be polite or say hi, he just walks away.â
âTo be fair he does that with everyone heâs just not a super expressive guy when it comes to being at work. But trust me heâll love whatever you get him even if he doesnât say it out loud.â
James assured her as the two walked down the hallway, it was a week before their company gift exchange and Rose was still unsure of what to get Tyler. He was serious when he said that Tyler would love anything she bought given the fact he was absolutely smitten with her. Not that Rose would know that given Tylerâs silent nature at work and donât mess with me attitude. But the whole locker room and even some of the women knew about his feelings for her.
âWhat am I going to do?â
âWhy donât you go ask his dad? It wouldnât hurt to give that a try maybe he can help you think of something. Itâs better than stressing yourself out more than you already are.â
âI hadnât even thought of asking Taz, youâre brilliant Iâll text you later.â
Rose smiled before scurrying off hoping to find the man in question to ask for help with his sonâs gift.
âPlease donât let Tyler be around.â
She silently begged walking into the ring area where a few of the guys were doing some practice moves. Spotting Taz speaking with Jack she made her way over and gently tapped on his shoulder.
âRose, nice to see you.â
âHi um could I please speak with you in private about something?â
Relief flooded her when he nodded, excusing himself from the conversation with Jack, the two walked a little bit away from the ring.
âSorry to disturb you but I need some help, I got Tylerâs name for the gift exchange, and I still havenât been able to find anything for him. Could you maybe give me a couple ideas? I just want it to be something heâll like and find useful or something.â
âAh I was wondering who got him well I guess it depends, whatâs the budget limit?â
âActually, I donât know I didnât realize there was one.â
âOkay, something simple yet useful. How about a gift card somewhere? Thereâs this steak place he absolutely loves going to whenever weâre around. You canât really go wrong with giving the kid food.â
âThatâs a great idea um whatâs the name of the restaurant?â
âSTK itâs a steakhouse Iâll give you the directions just give me a moment.â
Rose smiled, nodding as she waited patiently for him to look up the directions and texted them to her phone.
âThere just text me if you have any other questions and Iâd be more than happy to help you out.â
âThank you so much Taz I appreciate this.â
âAnytime kiddo.â
Leaving the ring area Rose went out to her car and after putting the address in her phone made her way to the restaurant. After getting the gift card she picked up one other thing then placed them in a gift bag. When the party night finally arrived, she nervously carried the bag inside looking around, spotting Renee she rushed over to her.
âHey Ree where do we put the gift exchange bags?â
âHi sweetie they changed it up this year, youâre just going to give the gift to whoever you have.â
âOh gods.â
âWho do you have?â
âHook.â
âHe just got here about ten minutes ago heâs there by the snack table probably trying to find a bag of chips to eat. Iâll just text Jon that way he can tell Tyler to come over this way, so you donât need to push through the crowd.â
Renee hooked her arm with Roseâs and led her away from the crowd off to the side where they wouldnât be bumped into.
âAlright Jon is bringing him over donât worry this is going to be great heâll absolutely love whatever you decided to get him.â
Renee winked quickly walking away as Jon shoved Tyler over to her Rose covered her mouth to stifle a laugh at Tylerâs curse but cleared her throat when he looked at her. Holding the bag out she looked at the floor then up at him.
âI know we hardly ever talk but um I got your name in the gift exchange, so I got you this family size bag of chips and a gift card to a steak place your dad said you liked.â
She rambled letting him take the bag from her hand and opened it a slight smile crossing his face as he looked at the gifts.
âThank you Rose.â
âHow.. I didnât know you knew my name.â
âOf course, I know youâre name why wouldnât I?â
âBecause we never talk, and I figured that you hated me given the fact you glare at me a whole lot.â
âNot glaring at you just the way I look is all.â
âHey! You two instead of babbling to each other why donât you look above your heads.â
Jon called out causing them both to look up seeing a spring of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Rose felt her heart pick up in speed as Tylerâs eyes seemed to darken when he looked back at her, a smirk crossing his face. Rasing a brow he stepped closer waiting for her to reject him.
âIs it okay?â
âYes it is.â
Rose said a little too fast causing Tyler to laugh quietly before his lips pressed against herâs and she melted into the kiss.
âI still canât believe you thought I hated you.â
âWell, you acted like you did you werenât really throwing out smiles or talking to me apart from the occasional grunt here or there.â
âIt was all just a show baby I didnât know how to admit to the most beautiful girl that I had the hots for her.â
Tyler said as he washed his hands then dried them before he hugged Rose from behind kissing her cheek.
âIt would have saved me a lotta stressing out if you had.â
âTrue but that doesnât matter now because youâre mine and I donât plan on letting this sweet ass go.â
He said, grabbing her hips and pulling her into him the two laughing as she turned around wrapping her arms around his neck.
âWe need to finish these cookies and I just put a fresh batch in.â
âWe have a couple minutes besides I donât need that long.â
âYouâre awfully cocky you know that?â
âItâs my speciality.â
Tyler smirked cupping her cheeks as he captured her lips in a kiss much similar to their first.
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Okie dokie incoming pet ramble lol
Both different angles of Bear. She is a 10 year old (old lady!) Netherland Dwarf rabbit. She is also 2 pounds of compressed rage, befitting her name. She is very sweet most of the time, but also very territorial! She's the reason all of my rabbits have separate cages because she will Fight. Has scared both of my cats so bad they won't come within a two foot radius of her. She also scares dogs away. She will pretty much eat any type of vegetable or fruit she's a good girl. She also has like 50% vision in her right eye bc she got an eye infection once :/ does not stop her from going in for the kill when I try to remove her food bowl from her cage. She also had a daughter (buttons) with my other bunny Sahne
Sahne! (Named after my mom's old rabbit, who was named after the German word for cream). He was an old man Netherland Dwarf as well and sadly passed away this year, just after his 10th birthday, due to medical issues. He was the world's sweetest old man and I miss him dearly. He loved carrots and pretty much no other treats, and had to be fed at the same time every day lest he get upset and start throwing his bowl around his cage. Only slightly pathetic. Used to shed like nobody's business. Snuggliest bunny ever, liked giving and receiving smooches.
Buttons! 9 years old, Sahne and Bear's daughter. Named because shes a cute lil button. Anxiety to rival mine. Gets very nervous around new things. I raised her from a baby <3 she's the highest jumper of the three. Only likes the unhealthy snacks (dried fruits and the like) instead of her veggies. Also very fluffy and sheds a lot like her father. I think the cats avoid her too because she's the same color as her mother. Enjoys high spaces and likes to try to climb onto my shoulders when I pick her up and then gets upset when she gets tangled in my hair
Sparkle! (Also known as Sparks, or Spork when she does something dumb). 10 ish years old (unsure bc shes a rescue) My malevolent overlord. Most moody of all the pets. Loathes other cats, once busted through a basement window to go fight a stray. It took her like 2 years to tolerate Acorn (other cat). She is very smart and knows lots of words, and also holds grudges. But shes also the first to realize I'm not feeling well and will let go of her ego for a bit to comfort me. Serial drooler. Despite being skinny she will eat all manner of human food, ranging from macaroni to chocolate to pringles. Will loom over your shoulder to steal ice cream. Forever trying to sneak outside
Acorn! 8 years old, also a stray. The baby of the family. Just a lil chonk. Gained weight over vacation so I think her fluffy glory blinded the petsitter into giving her more treats than she needs. Puppy cat. Likes to follow you around and be held. Obnoxious purrer. Most pathetic meows. Occasionally has a flash of brilliance, but mostly head empty only vibes. Was in a car accident but miraculously kept her leg. She doesn't run into things because of her injury (her leg healed almost perfectly) she runs into things because she's dumb. Repeatedly bullied by Sparkle. She also likes going down slides, but she doesn't get let outside anymore. If she doesn't get morning snuggles she meows pitifully until I pick her up and snuggle her.
Uhh okay that was a lot hope you enjoy the pet rambles lol I talk too much about my children sometimes
Heard you weren't doing very well and I'm very sorry about that
Please take some very bad transparent images of my pets
OKAY BUT ARE U GONNA INTRODUCE US???? i need names? star signs??? favorite foods??
im an Old so idk if you even experienced this but when i was a teenager we had j14 magazine and the interviews were also like the most mundane questions like whats ur type in girls whats ur favorite pizza whats ur favorite color and that's how i feel rn interviewing your animals
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sunday's best. | bang chan
â pairing â bang chan x reader â genre â fluff and smut â word count â 11.2k words â details â established relationship, domesticity, producer!chan, choreographer!reader, lots of cuddles and kissing (again), you're both really in love (again), hard smut | details under the cut â notes â part 2 of for the weekend is here! thank you so much to everyone who supported part 1 and asked for more. it gave me so much motivation to start and finish this one and i maaay have gotten a little bit carried away considering it's almost triple the size. and the smut... yea.... this could be read as a one-shot, but thereâs a lot of elements from pt. 1 that i referenced in here, so please check that one out first! and also please please lmk if you enjoyed! ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ď¸ â summary â Day 2. Holding up your end of the deal, strawberry ice cream, and Ugly Cat bowls.
â smut specifics â dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, one mention of the word "daddy", possessiveness on chanâs part (but not the asshole kind), a smidge of oral (f. receiving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, choking (but not really? just hand on throat), reader talks about liking the pain a lot, dry humping, slightest bit of cum play â little side note â please practice safe sex u guys. wrap it up. these guys are not good role models at all. be safe. also always pee after sex. plz. also this isn't proofread god bless
Saturday, 3:20 pm
âTime to fulfill my part of the deal so we can get on with yours.â
You hold your breath, stunned at the determination in Chanâs eyes. Youâre distracted at the way his lips curl and at how his dimples pop out, your eyes following the line of his broad shoulders. You eye the ridges of his arms, down to the veins in his hands, parched throat swallowing when you get to his defined abs.
God, he was sexy.
You follow his happy trail, down and down until-- ah. Right. He was still naked. In the kitchen.
Your face scrunches up comically, desire disappearing as you hop off the counter and shoo him away.
âGo get some clothes, what the hell. Do you know how unsanitary it is to be naked in here? Gross, Chan.â
Staring at you in disbelief, Chan gapes, âafter you just blatantly checked me out? I saw that!â
You walk past him, rummaging through the cupboards for food. âUnless you want me to come near you with a pair of scissors close to your-â
âIâm going, Iâm going!â Chan shouts, as he rushes back to the bedroom, the panic in his voice making you laugh.
Youâre just starting to fill up a pot with water when arms sneak around your waist and a very clingy but now fully dressed Bang Chan nuzzles his face into your neck, humming.
âWhat do you want me to cook for you, baby?â He asks excitedly, ready to do anything.
You snort. âUnless you can magically conjure up some groceries, I donât think you can cook me anything at all.â
Chan freezes at that, releasing his hold on you so he could open the refrigerator and cupboards, mouth dropping in shock when he sees that there really was no food. Youâve both been so busy this week, spending most of your meals at that company, that you both probably forgot to do mini-grocery runs.
âThough we do have like, 4 packs of ramen left and half a can of spam.â You call Chanâs attention back to you, gesturing towards the food on the counter. Chan, the big eater that he was, deflates at the sight, looking exactly like a kicked puppy.
âAw, I know thatâs not enough for you, baby.â You coo, shuffling over to Chan to pinch his cheek. It starts gentle at first, but then you put a bit of pressure, narrowing your eyes. âBut if you eat more than your share, Iâm biting you.â
Chan yelps, nodding rapidly as your pinch his cheek harder, âokay! Okay! I wonât steal from your share, I promise, baby- ow!â
You relent soon after, pressing a sweet kiss to Chanâs reddened cheek as he scowls at you. âGood. Now letâs get cooking, because if I donât have food in me in the next 3 minutes I really might start biting you.â
Chan jumps out of your reach at that, and you watch him with a smile as he bustles around to prepare your food. You get a bowl each after it cooks, perfectly equal in portion size. There arenât any words being shared as you both settle on the couch, your thighs pressed together as you slurp on your noodles, putting on a drama you were both invested in. Chan doesnât notice when you slip your one last remaining piece of spam into his bowl, too busy berating a main character for being stupid, but he does let you finish off the soup in his bowl.
You and Chan start working on chores after that, because when you were looking for the remote control under the couch, youâre greeted with a cloud of dust, making you sneeze thrice.
Chan laughs at you, but then heâs cut off by his own sneeze too. You share one look before youâre both scrambling towards the cleaning supplies.
It takes you both hours just to clean the whole apartment and do some laundry, the sky already dark when you settle back down on the couch.
Considering you literally had no ingredients to cook with, you decide to order for dinner, and thereâs a small dispute as to who has to get up to accept the food and pay the delivery man. The fight is resolved with a quick game of rock, paper, scissors; Chan winning fairly, but you still complain on your way to the door.
âWe should work out,â Chan pipes up suddenly when youâre both lying on your sides on the couch, him being the little spoon. Dinner was a quick affair, and now youâre both just basking in the happiness of having a full stomach.
You make a face. âWas that not enough of a workout?â you ask, referring to your spotless apartment.
Chan snorts, turning around so his front was facing you. But he slides down, making a sound akin to purr as he buries his face in your neck. âI mean, like. Yoga. Leg day reps. Jogging?â
You groan, pinching his side. âI dance for a living. You go work out. Let me rot on this couch for tonight.â
Chan laughs at that, but doesnât pester you about it anymore. You let him rest on your clavicle as you focus on your attention to the drama that was currently airing on the TV, slightly interested now.
Youâd have thought Chan was asleep if it wasnât for the kisses that he presses on your neck, harmless little pecks that soon have a bit of teeth in them. You lean your head back, finding the action more comforting than anything, but then Chanâs tongue suddenly darts out to lick at a spot near your jaw, and you shiver.
You sigh, but you donât push him away. Instead, your fingers card through his hair, making Chan groan happily. He stops pestering your neck then, enjoying your fingers massaging and scratching at his scalp.
But your first mistake was thinking you were safe, because suddenly, thereâs a thigh slipping in between your legs, pressing against your covered mound.
âAh,â you moan, surprised, but Chan doesnât do anything else after that, just lets his thigh rest there. You narrow your eyes suspiciously. âI thought you were going to work out.â
âThis is my workout.â Chan whispers, and when you feel his devilish smile against your skin, you knew you were doomed.
Chan presses his thigh against your clothed pussy more insistently, making you squirm. The thin material of your panties and sleep shorts barely provided any layers between you, heightening the pleasure.
His thigh flexes, and the feeling of your clit grinding down on the hardened muscle was simply too good to ignore, and youâre humping Chanâs thigh before you could even think twice about it.
âGood girl,â Chan praises when he notices your hips gyrating, leaning up for a second to press a sweet kiss to your lips. He continues to adjust, helping you find the best position for your pleasure. âKeep rubbing that pretty pussy on me, baby, thatâs it.â
You moan when a hand slides under your shirt and brushes against one of your nipples, Chan rolling the slowly hardening nub between his fingers. You feel yourself getting wet embarrassingly quick, and you knew you could cum like this. Chan has made you cum multiple times before just from clitoral stimulation alone, and dry humping was no exception to that.
Youâre just about to ask if he was really going to let you cum, but then Chan pulls his thigh away, and the knot in your stomach disappears.
You groan for an entirely different reason now, upset at your orgasm being taken away from you. But Chan busies himself with tugging at your shirt until you get the idea and take it off, and he immediately latches his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking.
You suck in a breath through gritted teeth, pressing his head closer to your chest as he paid attention to both your nipples, licking and sucking and biting. You were getting uncomfortably wet now, your panties damp, and you convey this to Chan in hopes that he would speed things up.
You should have known that it would just spur him on.
âYou wet for me already?â Chan asks once he stops marking your breasts, facing you with a grin.
You nod rapidly. âYes, so if you could fuck m-â
âAh,â Chan tuts, âlet me feel first.â
You donât even get a chance to protest because Chanâs hand is already disappearing, slipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties to slide two of his fingers between your folds. You jolt at the contact, moaning as he uses those two fingers to rub circles on your clit gently.
âChan,â you moan and he hums distractedly, leaning down to suck more marks on your skin. He slips in a finger without warning, but since you were so wet and ready for him, you took his finger in easily.
Chan curses, testing the waters by slipping in a second finger slowly, and though there was a bit of a sting this time, his second finger slides in just as easily.
âGod, baby, youâre soaking.â
Chan crooks his fingers, brushing against your g-spot almost immediately, making you jolt and whine. He picks up the pace, fingers fucking in and out you fast despite your underwear and shorts restricting most of his hand movement.
He comes up for a kiss, your mouth opening automatically for him to slip his tongue in. He groans into your mouth at your obedience, free hand gripping your jaw tight. He sucks on your tongue just as he adds a third finger, and you pull away to hiss.
Chanâs fingers were long and filled you up nicely, and with how he was rubbing at your g-spot insistently, it wasnât long before you felt your orgasm climbing up again.
âIâm prepping you, but it looks like you donât need it with how youâre sucking my fingers in, baby.â Chan shakes his head, playful disbelief coloring his tone. âDid you think about my cock in you all day? Wanted me to fuck you that bad?â
âYeah, yes, I- ah,â you gasp, nodding at his words rapidly. Chan leans in to kiss you again, but you manage to stop him with a shaky hand pressed to his chest, forcing him to meet your gaze.
âYou held up your end of the deal,â you whisper, already breathless, âitâs time I hold up mine.â
Chanâs eyes darken, and you squeak when he suddenly sits up on his knees, free hand yanking your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. He leans back down to get the kiss you stopped at before, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and making you moan.
âBut first,â Chan murmurs against your lips, voice leaving no room for discussion. âYou cum for me now.â
Now that there was no clothing to restrict his hand movements, the pace of Chanâs fingers picked up faster, driving you crazy and making you squirm on the couch. Chan pins your hips down with his other hand so he could drive his fingers into you easily, and the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting inside your cunt was so lewd you felt yourself blushing.
It only takes a quick brush of Chanâs thumb against your clit to have your body snapping, trembling in Chanâs arms as your hole convulses against his fingers. Chan groans like he was the one having an orgasm, eyes appreciatively staring at the way your head was thrown back, chest heaving up and down.
Chan pulls his fingers out carefully, planning to just wipe them on his shirt, but then you make a noise, catching his attention. He looks up, confused, but then sees the way your gaze was trained on his fingersâ which were slicked with your juicesâ and his cock got so hard, it started to hurt.
âFuck, youâre filthy.â Chan whispers, but he brings his fingers up to your lips, letting you lick and suck to your heartâs content. Chan swallows as you look up at him through your lashes, cleaning his fingers thoroughly with long swipes of your tongue. For each glimpse he sees of the wet appendage around his finger, his dick jumps in his sweatpants.
You pull off slowly when you finish, eyes still locked with Chanâs. The both of you were breathing hard now, gazes intense as you stared each other down. At first, you felt like both the predator and the prey. Chan could destroy you with his fingers alone if he wanted to, but he was easy to fluster as well.
But then Chan tilts your head up with a single finger, leaning down to press a soft, slow kiss to your lips, a kiss so full of intent, lust andâ love, that it leaves you breathless, eyes wide.
Chan lips quirk. âBedroom?â
Saturday, 10:41 pm.
âArch for me, baby.â Chan orders, breathless, hand smoothing down your lower back. You were truthfully too weak to hold yourself up already, mind numbed with pleasure, but you do your best, legs shaking with the effort to present yourself. But the pleased grumble that immediately comes out of Chan definitely makes the grueling position worth it.
You were both naked now, having shed Chanâs clothes as soon as you stumbled through the bedroom door, after you spent a good ten minutes just making out against it. Chan had shut the door with a quick kick, carrying you on the way to the bed even though it was only a few steps away.
But you didnât complain, not when he dropped you in the middle and immediately manhandled you to your hand and knees, tugging your hips close to him with a grunt.
âThatâs my good girl,â Chan leans down, whispering the words against the nape of your neck as the tip of his cock slid between your folds.
You start whining, because you were much more exposed in this position and you were being good but Chan wasnât doing anything about it and you just wanted to be fucked. You convey your displeasure by pushing back against Chanâs cock, trying to get it to slip in you without his help.
âWant it inside, sweetheart? Hm?â Chan mumbles against your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe teasingly. âI can feel your greedy little hole twitching against me. Shit, you want it that bad?â
You nod rapidly, uncaring of how desperate you looked. Mostly because Chan liked that look on you. He liked knowing that you let your guard down around him, that nobody in the world could bring you to your knees and have you begging to be filled like he does.
Chan never explicitly shows how much he likes thinking that you belong to him, because he really does believe youâre your own person and not an object to be owned. But here, like this, with your throbbing pussy against this cock and your teary eyes pitifully looking up at him to do something, anythingâ it brought out a sense of possessiveness in Chan that he never knew he had.
These were the kind of feelings that only you could bring out of him. You were the only one who ever made him feel like this, and the rush of both excitement and fear over it admittedly has him going crazy at times.
But thereâs nothing in the world he loves more than knowing you feel exactly the same.
He sees this in the way you tilt your head up, begging for a kiss. It has him breaking out of character, lips tugging up into a fond smile, since heâd planned to be mean and tease you for a bit. But he doesnât resist when he leans down to kiss you, not when the urge is so strong. Especially not when your smile against his lips felt like the worldâs most addicting drug.
Ah, how lucky was he to have fallen in love with you?
âChannie,â you hiccup once he pulls away, and he presses kisses down your shoulder, hiding a smile. This is why he could never be a hard dom with you. One kiss and heâs weak.
âMhm, I got it, I got it. Just relax for me, yeah? Iâll fill you up real good, sweetheart. Just relax for me.â Chan soothes, pulling back to sit up on his knees.
He grabs a hold of his cock so he could line it up and push in, but then he canât stop the groan that comes out his throat when the contact eases the pressure on his cock. He hasnât been touched since you started, and with how wet you were when he pressed against you, he didnât even need lube. His hand slid up and down easily.
You bit your lip. You were torn between enjoying the godly image of Chan jerking off to the sight of you bent over for him or finally enjoying the feeling of being filled up. Chan pleasuring himself was always a sight to see, veiny arms flexing every time his hand moved.
His eyes fluttered close, and your eyes greedily followed the line of his jaw and the long column of his throat, mouth dry with how much you wanted to suck marks on it.
But you were once again reminded why you canât, and you were in this position for a reason.
âMy end of the deal,â you start, catching your boyfriendâs attention, âwas to let myself be fucked six ways to sunday.â
You pause, your hand sliding behind you to slip your own fingers into your soaking pussy. You moan when one finger slips right in, bright eyes meeting Chanâs dark ones.
âShould I have just done that myself?â
Nothing could have prepared you for the way Chan yanked your finger out, gaze hard as he locked both your arms behind you back. He was only holding your arms back with one of his hands, but the grip felt as tight as a rope.
You shiver in anticipation.
âOh, donât worry, baby.â Chan hisses, finally pushing his cock inside, easily slipping in with how wet and stretched you were from his fingers.
He moves slowly, determined to make you feel every inch and ridge and vein of his cock against your clenching walls. You squirm and gasp as he pushes and pushes, filling you up so well until his hips are finally flushed against your ass.
âIâll fuck you so well youâll feel it here,â he slides his free hand down to your lower stomach, pressing down until he almost feels his cock bulging in you, âand youâll feel it until next weekend.â
Then he pulls back and thrusts inside again, this time slamming in hard.
You choke on a breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Chan goes in deep and fast. The position allowed him to reach inside you deeper than ever, and you almost swear you feel him in your stomach.
He finds your g-spot again in no time, knowing your body better than you do. You jerk in his hold when he does and a scream gets stuck in your throat, and the fact that you could feel Chanâs amusement from your reaction just made it even hotter. You had no time to breath from how hard and fast Chan was fucking you, let alone make a sound.
God, you loved it.
Itâs what has you cumming in no more than three more thrusts, mouth gaping like a fish out of water as the knot in your stomach finally snapped. Chan seems to have noticed, given that you were clenching around him like crazy, and the laugh he lets out is so attractive that you feel yourself clench again.
âAww, already, Y/N?â He teases, making you flush. He sounded smug, and you made a mental note to kick him for it later.
And though he seemed to have noticed your orgasm, Chan doesnât stop. In fact, he shifts his position and somehow finds a way to push himself in deeper, forcefully pushing a long, drawn out moan from your throat. He makes you ride out your orgasm, eyes staring intently at the way his cock slid in out of you, covered in your juices.
âShit, Channn,â you groan out his name, voice breaking as he continues to drive his cock into you. âI- ah, ah, Channie, please, I canât-â
âYou can,â Chan grunts out simply, as if he knew your core was already tightening for your second orgasm in a row.
You open your mouth again to pleadâ for him to stop or keep going? you didnât knowâ but then Chan slows down, and you finally manage to suck in the breath you didnât know you were holding.
Keeping his cock in you, Chan lets go of your arms, both of his hands now sliding under your torso to pull you up. You gasp at the sudden change in position, now sitting back on your knees as Chanâs arm wrapped snugly around your waist.
âFuck,â Chan grunts in your ear, inhaling through gritted teeth as he thrusts into you again properly. His fingers trail down your hips and up your stomach, hands brushing up and down your skin like he was mapping it out. It tickled, and with every brush of Chanâs hand against a sensitive part of your body, you clench.
He moans lowly, the sound right by your ear and making you shiver. âYou open up so well for me. You always do. So perfect for me, beautiful.â
Chan presses heated kisses on your shoulder, hands now gripping your waist tight so he could position you in a way that was pleasurable for both of you. When Chanâs lips trail higher, you subconsciously bear your neck to him, making him smile.
âPlease,â you breathe out, your eyes stinging from the almost painful knot in your stomach, back so soon even though youâve just calmed down.
âAgain.â Chan exhales against your ear, hips picking up that demonic pace again. âCum for me again.â
You moan, nodding mindlessly as Chan pulls you back onto his cock at the same time he thrusts forward. His big cock fills you up in all the right places, brushing against your sweet spot constantly and driving you crazy each time.
Since you were now being held up by Chan himself, you didnât know what to do with your hands at this point, nails digging into your palms and creating indents.
But Chan, as attentive as ever even when heâs fucking you into oblivion, notices your hand situation and guides your arms upwards, pushing them back until your hands tangle in his hair instead.
The new position worked well for the both of you, because your back was arched to accommodate your arms, and Chan could drive his cock in that good kind of deep again.
Chanâs grunts by your ear just get you even hotter, along with his hisses every time you clench around him. He murmurs dirty praises in your ear, telling you over and over again how good your cunt felt around him and how you were taking him so well and how heâd love nothing more to be buried in you forever, so youâd never feel empty again.
The last straw is when his free hand comes up to your neck, fingers closing around your jaw so he could tilt your head up. You gasps noisily at that, tugging on his hair in surprise. You and Chan have talked about choking before, and though he wasnât really cutting off your air, the feeling of his hand around your throat was more than enough to get you locking up around him.
Chan coos, lips brushing against your cheek as he talked you towards your orgasm. âThatâs it, baby, thatâs it. Let me feel you cream around my cock again,â he grunts, pushing through the tight vice-like grip your walls had around him, âCome on, gorgeous. Let me feel it. Want you to cum for me again.â
You sob out Chanâs name, unaware of the tears slipping down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut and came for the second time in a matter of minutes. It was too fast, too sudden, still too sensitive from your last orgasmâ
âand it was everything you ever wanted.
Chan immediately slows down when you start spasming around him, letting you ride out your orgasm slowly this time. He continues to murmur praises in your ear, pressing open mouthed kisses on the shoulder nearest to him.
Youâre hiccuping and gasping his name, fingers tugging on his hair desperately. You were so lost in pleasure that you donât notice him slowly pulling out and sitting back on his knees, pulling you back with him. He untangles your hands from his hair gently, and your arms limp at your sides now that youâre slumped over.
Chan brushes your hair back from your sweaty face when your head lolls back, and you easily accept the searing kiss that he presses on your lips. Though you were barely kissing back, breathing too hard to move your lips, you refused to let him pull away.
Chanâs kisses were like air for you during times like this, and you drink them in greedily.
âYou were so good for me.â Chan praises once he pulls away, eyes bright as he stares down at you lovingly, thumb brushing against the tear tracks on your cheeks. âMy good girl.â
Slipping an arm under your knees, he rearranges your positions so you could lie down on the middle of the bed. Chan lies on his side next to you, one hand propping his head up while the other hand intertwines with yours, squeezing every few seconds.
You were in a limbo, somewhere between still being conscious of your surroundings and feeling floaty, but Chanâs murmured praises and constant touches bring you back to the ground fully.
âGood?â Chan asks, sounding genuine, but you catch the smug look in his eyes.
You laugh quietly in response, eyes rolling good-naturedly, hand coming up to punch him playfully. Chan grins wide, leaning down so he could press a sweet kiss to your lips.
And when he pulls away, he brings your intertwined hands up to his face so he could place a kiss on the back of your hand too. You shudder from the sudden wave of affection going through you, feeling so lucky to be taken care of by someone as caring as Chan.
But. There was one issue.
âChannie,â you exhale, shifting to your side so you could plaster your sweaty body close to his, burying your face in his neck and breathing in his scent.
âHmm?â He lets go of your hand so he could tuck your hair behind your ear, wanting to see your face.
âYou didnât-â you start, indicating to the hard-on pressed against your thigh. You hear the breath he sucks in when you grind against it, but then thereâs a hand stopping your hips from moving any more.
âWe donât have to.â Chan reassures, referring to your fucked out state as nicely as he could. It made you chuckle, untilâ âI already made you cry, anyway.â
You swat at his stomach, making him groan and laugh at the same time. He falls back onto the mattress, giggling as he shielded his torso away from your hands.
He was right, though. Your legs were already shaking, and you couldnât even begin to imagine how sore you would be tomorrow. Not to mention the different bite marks around your body. You look like youâve just been mauled by a wild animal.
Butâ
âI want more.â You whine softly, knowing it got to Chan whenever you vocalized what you wanted. You crawl up his body slowly, watching as he licked his lips. You hips lower, sitting right on Chanâs cock and grinding, and you relish in the way his teeth grits.
You lean down, letting your lips brush against his ear before whispering, âWant you to cum in me.â
âShit,â Chan curses, hands coming up to catch your hips in a bruising grip, halting your movements again. He was definitely holding back for your sake, but you didnât want that. You had a deal to uphold.
âCome on, daddy.â You purr in his ear, grinning when he tenses again. âDonât you want to fuck me full of your cum?â
You squeak when Chan flips your positions, him now on top of you and your arms pinned above your head. You breathe heavily, watching as his glazed eyes rake over your marked form, like he was taking you in. Carving the way you look into his memories.
He leans down then, arms caging the sides of your head. âYou drive me crazy.â He admits, voice fond despite his heated look, and you blush all the way to the tip of your ears.
âCrazy enough for you to fuck me into the mattress?â You ask, voice tilting up hopefully as you flush, but youâre cut off by your own moan when Chan suddenly spreads your legs and ducks down, tongue licking a fat stripe up your slit.
âFuck!â You gasp at the sudden attack to your sensitive pussy, head throwing back and hands immediately coming down to grip Chanâs hair. âYou- what are you- oh, fuck me.â
You could feel the puffs of breath against your clit as Chan laughed, and you hit him on the back using your foot, annoyed that he was laughing as you lost your mind. He ignores you, swirling and flicking his tongue around the sensitive nub, before continuing to dip his tongue inside you.
The moan he lets out rivals your own, and you gasp as Chan eats pussy like heâs a starved man and it's his first meal, the slurping noises he makes sounding lewd even to your own ears.
You chant his name like a prayer, squirming on the bed as you tug on his hair hard. That only serves to make him moan, which in turn also made you clench again.
âBaby,â you sob, âplease. If I donât get your cock in me, Iâll- I- please.â
Chan finally lets up at that, pressing one last kiss to your swollen clit before he kisses his way up your body.
âYeah? You need it?â He asks, breathless, but it was clear he wasnât waiting for an answer. He must be as worked up as you are, because there was no more teasing this time, and you gasp when you feel the head of his cock brushing against your slit.
âWhat the hell was that,â you demand, voice clipped because Chan was pushing inside you again, testing the waters with miniscule thrusts. You jerk each time.
âWanted you to shut up.â Chan chuckles, but heâs cut off by his own groan when he feels your hot, velvety walls clamp around him in response. He sucks in a deep breath, feeling how wet you were from both your juices and his spit.
âShit, baby, how are you still so tight?â Chan sighs contentedly, pressing open mouthed kisses to your cheek. Heâs got his upper arms on either side of your head, and youâre so close together that your breasts press against his chest, making you jolt with every brush of your nipples against his pecs. âYou fit my cock so well, got me so hard-â
âItâs cause- ah, Iâm made for you, shit, right there-â you slur mindlessly, head thrown back from the pleasure as Chan drove straight into your g-spot again and again. The way he hit it so precisely each time should have freaked you out, but you were far too out of your mind with pleasure to think about it.
Chanâs hips falter at the words.
âWhat did you say, baby? Say that again.â Chan demands, sounding desperate, and you gather all the strength you had left to pick your head up and look up at him. With how close you were, you were pressed nose to nose, Chan leaning down even further so your forehead pressed together. You meet eyes, and you shudder at the intensity of his gaze, suddenly looking much more animalistic than before. Ah.
Bullseye.
âWas made for you.â You murmur again, clearer now, arms coming up to wrap around Chanâs shoulders for leverage as he used you to get to his own orgasm. âI take your cock well because youâve ruined me for anybody else, Chan,â you admit, eyes shaking. âNobodyâs everâ ever going to make me feel like this. Like you do- oh, fuck!â
You feel Chan bristling at the mention of someone else, and despite your fuzzy mind, you rush to placate him. âIâm yours, baby. Just yours.â you swear, cupping his cheek and forcing him to focus his gaze on you. You needed him to understand. âAny way you want. All of me. Iâm all yours.â
Chanâs hips stutter, and he leans down to press your mouths together again. Heâs moving too much to have your lips locked in a proper kiss, but he nibbles your lips, breathing heavily as he whispers, âMine.â over and over again against your jaw.
Your legs come up to wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind him. The pleasure and pain was so blurred that it was making you tear up again, but you pull him closer and beg him to go harder.
Thereâs a certain urgency to his thrusts now, more frantic and more desperate now that heâs let himself go, and you relish in his unrestrained groans and moans mixing with your own.
âY/N,â he calls, voice guttural, and just the sounds of his fucked out voice saying your name has you tightening immediately again, making both you and Chan gasp. âShit, baby, wait, Iâm close- where-â
âInside.â You beg, now nose to nose to Chan as he leaned his forehead on top of yours, eyes searching frantically. âInside. I told you earlier, didnât I?â
Chan groans, a loud and raw sound that vibrates against your chest, especially when he ducks his head down to the side so you were cheek to cheek now. You feel his teeth nip at your earlobe, low moans loud in your ear as his thrusts get more sloppy and uncoordinated.
âY/N, are you-â
âIâm sure, Chan.â You turn your head, and your lips brush against his ear when you beg, âcum inside me. I want to feel it, want you to fuck your cum back into me. Please.â
Chan grunts, cock pulsing inside you at the thought. He was so closeâ teetering right at the edge as you continued to clench around him and whisper filthy things in his ear.
The last straw is when you tug his head back just in time, forcibly making your gazes meet when you whisper,
âPlease, baby. Remind me that Iâm yours.â
Chanâs jaw clenches, teeth grinding together as he finally stills and pumps his cum into you. The first spurt has you gasping noisily, clutching onto Chan tightly as he fills you up. You maintain eye contact for one glorious moment, but Chanâs eyes eventually flutter shut due to the overwhelming pleasure. You watch as his head lolls back, throat working out grunts and moans, complete bliss on his face.
The look is what triggers your fourth and final orgasm; dry and painfully, painfully good.
When he picks his head back up, your lips meet in a bruising kiss, tongues sliding against each other and teeth clacking as you both ride out your orgasm, him milking his cock inside you.
If you were filled before, you were bursting at the seams now.
Chan doesnât pull out for a couple of minutes, the both of you catching your breath. But when he does finally pull out you immediately hiss, clearly oversensitive.
You clench unconsciously, but itâs no use, because youâre already shuddering from the feeling of Chanâs cum trailing out your hole.
Chan swallows, eyes staring intently at the way you clenched and unclenched with his cum dripping out of you, and he curses when his spent dick gives an interested twitch.
âDonât look at me like that,â you croak out, shaking as you stretch your legs out. âIf you so much as touch me right now, I might pass out.â
Chanâs lips quirk at the playfulness in your tone, but he knew there was some truth to your words. So he asks you if he can go get something to clean you up, only moving when you give him a clear response of yes. Heâs back with a clean, damp cotton towel a minute later, as well as a bottle of water.
You groan in thanks when he makes you drink, patiently waiting until youâre finished to call your attention.
âBaby,â he calls, and you turn your head to face him. He holds the towel up as a form of a question, and you sigh, knowing it was better than nothing. You werenât in any position to shower right now.
âBe careful, pl-â
âShh.â Chan smoothes, starting by rubbing a thumb on your thigh. You were so high-strung that even that simple touch startled you, but Chan takes his sweet time and doesnât rush you, distracting you with kisses every time you spasm.
He finishes cleaning you up soon enough, doing all the work and refusing to let you lift even a finger. You end up cuddled together after, just basking in each otherâs warmth and your post-orgasm glows.
Sex with Chan was always amazing, because no matter how slow or how hard and fast you two went, it always ended in sweet kisses and cuddling. Chan never takes his hands off you, not even for a second, always attentive to your needs and wants. You wouldnât trade it for anything in the whole wide world.
In the background, a phone pings, jolting you out of your daze.
âBabe,â Chan calls when he unlocks his phone, chuckling under his breath. âI really did fuck you six ways to sunday.â
You prop your head up on his arm, peering up at his phone lazily. The first thing you see is a picture of you on the lockscreen, taken from when you were napping on his studio couch. The second thing you see is the time and date.
Sunday, 1:34 am.
You snort, turning away from the harsh glare of his phone to bury your face in his bicep. âThat wasnât even six. That was likeâ three. Or four at most. I donât know. I blacked out.â
Chan snickers, locking his phone and tossing it on the nightstand. Heâll deal with the notifications tomorrow. For now...
He turns back to you, lips tugging into a smirk as he trails the tip of his fingers down your back, making you shudder.
âWanna make it six, then? We still have time.â
You immediately yelp, slapping his hand away and rolling off him. You wiggle under the covers, tucking it around you to shield your body away from Chanâs hands.
âAre you crazy?! I canât even feel my lower half!â You squawk, glaring at him from where youâre peeking behind the covers.
Chan laughs, that squeaky loud laugh you love that has his whole body shaking and eyes crinkling. He crawls over to you and nuzzles his face on top of your head, giggles pressing against your hair.
âBabyyy,â he whines, still laughing. âLet me in. Iâm cold.â
You narrow your eyes at him playfully. âWhat will you trade me?â
Chanâs eyebrows wiggle. âYour blanket for my body.â
You groan in disgust, turning your body away from your laughing boyfriend. Chan usually thinks heâs soooo hilarious, and he believes you do too.
Hiding, you bite back a smile.
âYah,â he complains now, wrapping his lanky limbs around your burrito looking form from behind. âCome out already. I wanna cuddle.â
You wiggle out the covers soon enough, because you truthfully wanted to cuddle too, and plus, Chanâs pecs were nice to lie on. He welcomes you in his arms easy, huffing out a laugh when you smooch one of his pecs lovingly.
âIâm kinda hungry.â You admit after a few minutes, making Chan groan in disbelief.
âYouâre insatiable. Thereâs no end to that stomach, is there?â Chan asks rhetorically, and you open your mouth to answer because you want to annoy him, but Chan catches you before you could. His hand comes up to cover your mouth, though his hand was so big that he ends up covering your nose as well. âNope. Shut up. Quiet now.â
You laugh behind his hand, squirming and struggling until he finally relents when you lick his palm. And as if he didnât just fuck his cum into you earlier, Chan scrunches his face and says, âGross.â
You scoff. âYou fuck me well into the next day and youâre expecting me not to get hungry?!â
âBut this kitchen is so far,â Chan whines, even though you didnât really ask him to get food for you. Youâre just about to tell him that, when he adds, â-but fine. Iâll miss you for all the time that it takes you to get food.â
Chan flops back on the bed, eyes shut and clearly expecting you to leave. You squawk, pretending to be offended and swatting at his chest. âYouâre just going to let your girlfriend go out into the night like that?! When I canât even walk?!â
Chan opens one eye, amused. âThe night is just 15 steps away.â
âFine.â you huff, scooting back to your position. You drop your head down on Chanâs chest-- hard-- making him yelp. âI wasnât even that hungry anyway. And we donât even have food.â
He laughs, hand automatically finding its way to your hair. âIâll get you whatever you want tomorrow, I promise. Weâll get brunch on the way to getting groceries, okay? How about that?â
You sniffle. âI want chicken.â
Chan rolled his eyes, but there was no heat behind it, just fondness. âThen weâll get chicken.â
ââkay.â
You sigh happily, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Chanâs fingers carding through your hair. His pecs were the perfect pillows, and combined with your post-sex exhaustion and Chanâs warmth, you were sure you were about to fall sleep. Dreamland was one step away, and youâre just about to fall into the waiting arms of a deep sleep when suddenly--
Chanâs stomach growls. Loud.
You burst out laughing, body curling up and shaking as you turn to Chan, who was hiding his face behind his arms in embarrassment.
âAnd Iâm the insatiable one?â
âNot one word.â Chan huffs, refusing to meet your eyes as he grabs some clothes to throw at you. They land on your face, a move you knew was deliberate because you were still giggling.
Chan was the cutest when he was flustered, and even in the dim lighting of your room, you could see how red his ears were.
So you both bundle upâ in only a few articles of clothing since it was an unusually hot nightâ just for the sake of looking decent. Chan wiggles in some sweatpants, and you slip on his shirt and boxers.
When you get up from the bed, Chan-- ever the gentleman that he is-- genuinely panics when you flail due to your legs buckling, and his arms are around you holding you up before you could even blink.
âYou really canât walk?â Chan asks, sounding hilariously horrified.
âNo-â you laugh, âdonât look so scared. You didnât break me, idiot. I can definitely still walk, just let me get used to it.â
But Chan seemed to think otherwise, because suddenly, your feet are off the ground and youâre being carried bridal style. You yelp, arms coming up to lock around Chanâs neck so you donât fall.
âWhat.â This is the second time youâve been carried to the kitchen in under a day, courtesy of your muscly boyfriend who seemed to think picking people up was something you can do casually.
âItâd take too long. Iâm hungry.â Chan huffs, and you roll your eyes, amused. Chan could be a baby when he was hungry, and this was evident in how he rummages through the fridge with little huffs after he sets you down.
âThereâs nothing to eat.â He sighs, as if the both of you didnât already know that.
You groan, leaning against the counter. âIâm pretty sure we have ice cream?â
âThatâs not very healthy.â Chan frowns, but opens the freezer door anyway and grabs the tub when he sees it.
You only turn around for a second to get a spoon, but when you face Chan again, heâs already sitting cross-legged on the floor, brows furrowed as he attempts to use the lid to scoop out some ice cream. You huff out a breath, exasperated and fond at the same time.
He looks up at the sound, then grins when you meet eyes. He opens his arms then, beckoning you over, and you carefully sit between his legs. Chan shifts a little bit to the side, hooking his chin on your shoulder. You move your hair to the other side so it wonât bother Chan, and he presses a quick peck to your now exposed cheek in thanks.
You yelp when Chan places the icy tub on your bare thighs, then glare when he just giggles. Chanâs shirt was huge on you, so he pulled it over your knees, giving the tub of ice cream a blanket of sorts to sit on and sparing your thighs.
Then, he takes the spoon from your hand, stabbing it through the iced treat with all the strength of a man who works out.
It barely pokes through. The ice cream was too frozen.
But you still wow exaggeratedly in an attempt to boost his ego, squealing when Chan digs his free hand on your side and tickles you. The spoon still gets a tiny, tiny bit of ice cream though, and you hate that you still blush when Chan feeds it to you.
âI think we have to wait for this to melt.â Chan says, blowing on the tub. Your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, giggling.
âWhy are you blowing on it, then?â
âWhy am I- oh.â
You laugh at the dumbstruck expression on Chanâs face, finally realizing he was unconsciously blowing on frozen ice cream. Your laugh echoes throughout the apartment, and itâs only at that moment that you realized how quiet it was. The refrigerator hums beside you two, but other than that and some cars passing by outside, it was complete silence.
You realize how dark it was too, the only light sources coming from the refrigerator, and your bedroom.
âShouldnât we turn on the light?â You ask, and Chan looks up from where heâs violently stabbing the ice cream.
âEh. Fridge works. Plus itâs hot, so Iâm not closing this.â Chan shrugs, then pauses when he sees the look on your face. He chuckles, pulling you closer to him by the waist. âDonât be scared, baby. Iâm right here, remember?â
âIâm not scared,â you scoff, but scoot closer to Chan anyway.
The ice cream eventually melts enough for the spoon to dig in, and you and Chan take turns feeding each other. Chan had his back against some drawers, while you were tucked between Chanâs legs, head on his shoulder and ice cream tub on your stomach. The condensation was wetting your shirt and making the cold seep to your stomach, but you didnât mind. You were too comfortable to move.
Chan was making a habit of kissing you after he fed you a spoon, and you liked the feeling of his cold lips tasting like strawberries more than youâd like to admit. Some tongue slips in after a while, but it doesnât go any further than that, both of you too exhausted.
The dim light of the fridge casts a yellowish hue on yours and Chanâs lower halves, creating shadows. You play with that for a moment, wiggling your legs and making shadow puppets of animals with your hands. Chan watches you silently, so silent that you think for a moment that heâd fallen asleep.
But then he drops the spoon into the tubâ and all while keeping his other arm around your waistâ reaches a hand out to the light so it creates a shadow, and shapes his hand intoâŚ
...half of a heart.
You grin stupidly, and the way your heart rattles inside your chest shouldnât be normal. At all. You had to get checked out. This was the type of cheesy things Chan loved to do daily, yet you reacted to each and every one of them like itâs his first time doing so.
He loved leaving heart doodles on the whiteboard by the fridge that had your schedules in it, particularly hearts that were next to your name. He dedicates songs to you, writes about you, and even sings to you when you want him to. He stops by the practice room when he knows youâre inside, slipping in quickly to say hello and kiss your forehead, uncaring of the loud teasing from trainees.
But if you couldnât say hello, if you were in the middle of something, he always, always made sure to leave a heart on the mirrors that were fogged up from intense dancing. Sometimes it would just be a heart, sometimes it was a doodle. Other times it was a message like; good luck, or see you at lunch, or hey sexy with a winking face.
Most of the time, itâs three simple words.
I love you, it would read.
âYah,â Chan complains, jolting you out of your sappy stupor. âAre you going to leave me hanging?â
Heâs frowning now, wiggling the little half heart around impatiently. You grin at that, muttering about how he was being a baby and making him huff. But then you finally reach forward, painfully aware of how your heart jumped from doing this one simple action.
You complete the heart, and you both watch the shadow that it forms.
Chan sighs happily, turning his head to press a quick, cold kiss to your cheek. You knew the heart wasnât going to stay for long, since your arms would get tired, but Chan doesnât break the heart to pull away.
Instead, he intertwines your fingers, letting the shadow from some weird version of your hands together, and itâs only then that he brings your hands back. You grin as you lean back against him again, Chan wrapping both arms around your waist and kissing the top of your head.
At 2:04 am, you sit with Chan on the kitchen floor, the refrigerator both illuminating and cooling your bodies, empty ice cream tub beside you.
2:08 am, Chan carries you back to your bedroom. Not because you couldnât walk still, but because he loved the feeling of you in his arms, head tucked safely into the crook of his neck.
2:09 am, you and Chan slip under the covers, and you giggle when he scolds you about kicking off the blanket in your sleep. You placate him with a kiss and a promise to keep him warm.
And at 2:16 am on a Sunday, after a couple more kisses and hushed sweet nothings, you end up with your ear pressed against Chanâs chest, the beating of his heart combined with his quiet breathing lulling you sleep.
Chan stays awake for a couple minutes more, ensuring you were comfortable and finally resting. He wraps his around you when you shift in your sleep, hand automatically cupping the back of your head. Keeping you close, right where his heart was. He knew you werenât going anywhere, but every second with you was something he knew he had to treasure.
âY/N,â he sighed, burying his face in your hair. âI love you. So much. Too much, I think. Sometimes I love you so much that I donât know what to do with myself.â he pauses, swallowing. âHonestly⌠just saying it doesnât feel enough anymore. How can I show you I love you? At this point, I want to grab every person in the street and list out all the reasons why.â
He snorts at the mental image, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. âThat sounds a bit crazy, isnât it? I have an infinite number of reasons⌠so if I do that to every single person, how long would that take me? Huh. Should I really do the math on that?â he pauses, then: âGod, even in your sleep youâre driving me crazy.â
You murmur something in your sleep, catching his attention. You were mumbling nonsense, but when his hand cups your cheek, you quiet down.
Smiling wistfully, he adds, âbut... I donât care. Really, Y/N, Iâll give you all my love if it means staying like this with you forever.â
Pressing one last kiss to your forehead, Chan finally gets comfortable and closes his eyes.
Heâs much more vulnerable when he knows youâre asleep because heâd be too flustered if you replied, but the responding snore you give him a few seconds later makes him laugh again. Maybe you were unconsciously trying to respond to him, maybe you were just really deep in dreamland.
Either way, Chan falls asleep with a smile on his face, and the love of his life in his arms.
Sunday, 12:47 pm.
The brunch Chan had promised turns into a late lunch, because by the time you both woke up the next-- the same?-- day, it was already quarter past noon.
True to your predictions last night, you were sore. Chan runs you a hot bath, genuinely looking worried now, but you assure him that it wasnât something that a few painkillers couldnât fix. But he still looked uneasy, so you raised an eyebrow.
âWhat, youâre gonna regret the way you fucked me until I cried?â
Chan turns as red as a tomato, and you laugh as he spins on his heel and leaves you in the bathroom, shouting something about getting the medicine.
It did hurt, but you kind of liked it, considering the reason why you were sore. Chan frowns and questions why you were red in the face when he gets back, worried you were getting a fever, but you just flush even more and shoo him away.
When you get out of the bath, the first thing that greets you is the smell of chicken. Chan must have ordered while you bathed, and your heart warms at the thought of your boyfriend remembering your hunger and craving for chicken.
That is, until you find Chan on the couch already munching on a drumstick. He looks up at you in alarm when you walk in, face guilty.
âGod, youâre insatiable.â You mock with your best impression of Chanâs voice, and the attempt makes him laugh too much to be mad about it.
You gorge yourselves on chicken and soda, some reruns of an anime you both love playing on the TV. Youâre barely paying attention, more focused on the fan you had turned on blowing cool air on your face and the feeling of Chan massaging your feet.
You donât even notice that you drifted off, jolting awake to the sound of an explosion coming from the TV. You must have been asleep for a while, because the table was clear of any takeout boxes and soda cans. At that moment, Chan comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered. He smiles when he sees you squinting at him, disoriented and half awake.
âCome on, baby. Time to get groceries.â
You didnât bother to dress up much, considering it was hot out and you were not about to put fashion first and experience a possible heat stroke. So you steal another one of Chanâs shirts, ignoring his half-hearted protests.
He had plenty of other shirts. He could use those.
Chan gives you a look when you come bounding out of the bedroom in his shirt, but you knew he liked his clothes on you. The pink tinging his cheeks was more than enough proof. Plus, you had a diversion.
âHelp me?â You ask, and Chan tilts his head, confused. But then you bring out a box, velvet and rectangular and blue.
It was the box that holds the necklace Chan gifted you for your birthday, and considering your profession, you couldnât wear it everyday, hating the thought of it being drenched in sweat or god forbid, breaking while you dance.
So you wear it on your off days, keeping it in the box most of the time to be safe. Chan chuckles, smiling stupidly as he takes the necklace out the box, snorting when you scold him to be careful with it.
âAlright, alright. Just turn around, will you?â You huff, but turn around obediently, moving your hair away so Chan could do it easily. The cool metal of the necklace settling against your neck has you shivering, but so does the soft kiss that Chan presses on your exposed nape and shoulder. The pendantâ a compassâ sits between your collarbones, and you hold it between your fingers gently, feeling giddy.
Chan watches you with a soft smile for a few seconds, taking you in. Itâs only when he notices the time that he regretfully bursts your bubble, grabbing your attention with a kiss to your cheek and taking your free hand in his.
âReady?â he asks, eyes shining, and your heart flutters.
âYeah.â You smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. âLetâs go.â
And though your diversion had worked for a moment, you knew yourself that it wouldnât last. Chan still complains as you walk down the street, intertwined hands swinging between you, talking about how he had nothing to wear.
âYou should just walk around shirtless then.â You suggest, winking, and you barely manage to stop an embarrassing shriek when Chan pretends to trip you. There was no way you were going to fall though, because Chan had a tight grip on your arms, but you still punch him on the shoulder for it.
Chan reacts dramatically, exaggerating his yelp of pain, as if he didnât have hard muscle surrounding his entire body. You roll your eyes, leaving him on the sidewalk, ignoring his calls of your name mixed with his laughter.
You laugh and stumble on the way to the grocery store like idiots, and the time it took for you to get there probably took twice the time than it originally would, with how much you two were goofing off. But you do eventually get there in one piece, albeit breathless and giggly.
You guys had no specific routine for grocery shopping, just that there was a limit to snacks, and it was 5 for each of you. No more than that.
(This rule is usually never followed, but you guys keep it and remind each other of it at the entrance, just for the sake of acting like you were responsible adults who could control their cravings and knew how to stick to their budget.)
Thus, grocery shopping with you was always an experience, because you and Chan were both very passionate about food and would sometimes have different opinions. It would end in tiny fights, but it gets resolved just as quickly as it starts.
Either Chan relents because you looked cute and he secretly wants it, or you relent because Chan looked cute and you secretly want it.
So more often than not, other shoppers would find two people disputing in the middle of some aisle, and itâs just the two of you hissing back and forth about the pros and cons of a certain product.
Like now.
âWe donât eat that cereal. You donât even like how it tastes.â
âYou donât like how it tastes. I ate the entire bag when we last bought this.â
Chan raises an eyebrow. âAnd did you do that willingly?â
âWell, no, but-â You stomp your foot, frustrated. All the tantrum does is bring a smile to Chanâs face, which wasnât what you wanted. You werenât being cute. You needed him to understand. âAh, you know I donât like wasting food!â
âSo, why, pray tell, do you want to buy that?â
âBecause-â you start, and Chan flicks his gaze down to the cereal in your hands, confused. But then you turn the box around and-
Ah.
âLook,â you point at the bowl stuck on the back of the box, grinning excitedly. âThey have an ugly black cat now.â
Simply put, the box that you were holding was a brand of cereal that was for kids, and the taste of the actual cereal was too medicine-y for you and Chan. However, the sole reason you had bought one before is because of the freebie the cereal came with, a small plastic bowl with a white cat painted on it.
To be honest, the cat was kind of ugly and terrifying looking, but you were drawn to it for inexplicable reasons. Chan, who was unknowing of the taste of the cereal at that time, simply nodded and let you take the box home.
The cereal itself was crossed out from the very first taste, but youâve both grown fond of the ugly white cat bowl, sometimes using it for non-cereal things.
(Like wine, after a long, long day at work. It typically consists of the bowl being passed back and forth between you two, instead of just chugging the entire bottle down like animals. You both had too much class for that.)
Chan sighs exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. But your excitement was infectious, and he finds himself smiling at the ugly little thing too.
Still, he tries to be the responsible adult and reasons, âyouâre already 3 snacks past the limit. Plus, donât we already have a bowl at home?â
âI know we do! But look at this black cat, Channie. Ugly White Cat can get a friend, plus if we get another bowl, that means we can match. Matching ugly cat bowls.â You explain, holding the box up to his face and wiggling it. âThink about it.â
And Chan did think about it for a moment. You really didnât need another bowl, having plenty enough for the two of you and possible guests, but the prospect of matching with youâŚ
And ugly white cat did look kind of lonely...
Fuck. He was getting too weak for this. You look at him with wide eyes, pleading and seemingly innocent, but you knew what effect that had on him.
He sighs, but thereâs a smile on his face when he grumbles. âFine.â
You cheer, pressing a long kiss to his cheek before you scramble away again, mentioning something about juice boxes.
Chan watches you skip down the aisle, grinning at the way your arms clutched the cereal box close to your chest, as if someone was going to take it away from you. He watches until you reach the end, crouching down at the selection of juice boxes.
He knew you took your juice box selection very seriously, evident in the way you were frowning and reading label packages. You looked kind of ridiculous, Chanâs old shirt bunched around your waist and a cereal box with some toy for kids tucked in your arms.
His shirt, which was entirely too big for you, starts sliding down your shoulders due to your crouched position. This reveals your neck, and he flushes when he sees memories of last night blooming on your skin.
And even from this distance, he sees the necklace and the way it glints, making you look much more ethereal.
After a few seconds, you apparently read something you didnât like, because your head snaps up suddenly, catching Chanâs attention just so you could point at a box and make a disgusted face.
Chan laughs, despite not knowing what the hell you just pointed to. But you seem to be satisfied by his response, because you grace him with the prettiest smile, the one that he loved among your many other smilesâ the one that makes your eyes crinkle and your cheeks bigger.
Chanâs breath catches in his throat at the sight. Something in his heart sings.
He loves you. He was so in love with you that it hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life by your side. To sleep with you, wake up with you, argue about groceries in pajamas with you, have matching ugly cat bowls with you, and come home with youâ all of that. Always.
So when you turn back to your juice boxes, Chan hurriedly pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contact list quickly and tapping the call button on a familiar name.
Chan and you meet eyes again when you hold up two juice boxes of different flavors for him to pick. He knows immediately that you picked the orange one because he likes it, but Chan also knows that you couldnât stand the orange flavor. So he tilts his head to the right, choosing apple.
You blink in surprise, but he could tell you were trying to hide the fact that you were giddy he picked apple. He smiles softly, heart singing again.
On his phone, the call he made finally picks up on the fifth ring.
âHey, Bin? You busy? No, no, weâre fine. Yeah, I just-- remember the jewellery shop we went to last month? Do you still have their address? Yeah, that one. I threw mine out because I didnât want Y/N to suspect anything.â
A pause, then he snorts, âIâm aware I just bought her a necklace, yes. But Iâm not buying a necklace this time. Really. Yeah, um. Well, I think Iââ Chan swallows, eyes nervously going back to you.
You had both the cereal and juice box in your arms now, seemingly on your way back to Chan, but then you get distracted by free samples of cheese. You pretend to reject the offer for a moment, but falter in your step when the saleslady tries again. Chan snorts softly when you take five samples unashamedly, heart singing louder.
Will you wait for me? / Of course. You know I always will.
You were the only one who ever made him feel like this.
Honestly⌠just saying it doesnât feel enough anymore. How can I show you I love you?
Iâll give you all my love if it means staying like this with you forever.
Your eyes meet again. Youâve balanced the plate of cheese on top of your boxes, face looking all too proud and excited as you gestured to the cheese, beckoning him over. He nods, indicating heâll be there, and you go back to talking animatedly with the saleslady.
âHyung?â Changbinâs voice on the other line calls, waiting for him to continue. âYou think...?â
âAh, no⌠Iâm sure.â Chan smiles giddily, heart now creating symphonies in his chest. He���s never been more sure in his life.
All of this. Always.
âA ring. Iâm buying a ring.â
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So my finger is actually broken and it made me think about the series where Remus took a stick to the face and Sirius took care of him if youâre willing to do another part to that so I can live vicariously thatâd be great
Hey lovely! Iâm so sorry for the massive delay on this fic--hopefully, your finger feels better soon <3 Coops and OâKnutzy credit goes to @lumosinlove!
This fic also includes Cap and Logan being brothers, OâKnutzy fluff, and my personal favorite ask of all time:
Anon: We have seen protective Leo in action and he is an absolute badass, but what about the other 2/3 of OâKnutzy. Because gods know they would all protect their fairy gay mother if anyone were to mess with him in the slightest
TW for bruising, swelling, injury
Read the rest of the series here!
âWhere is he?â Leo demanded as soon as the door opened. His mother would have been appalled by his lack of manners, but he was too worried to bother with pleasantries. âIs he alright?â
Sirius raised his eyebrows. âHello to you, too, Knut. Harzy, Lo, howâs it going?â
âDepends,â Finn said. âHowâs our favorite rookie doing?â
Logan took a more direct approach and kicked Sirius lightly on the shin. âMove, I want to see my future beau-frère.â
âAre they here?â a rough voice called from the living room.
âDonât get up, Loops!â Leo shouted down the hall, making a beeline for the kitchen. âAre you feeling okay?â
There was a muffled curse from the other room, followed by footsteps; Leo scowled. âIâm not made of glass,â Remus huffed as he shuffled into the room with an ice pack in his hand.
All three of them hissed in sympathy and Leo felt phantom pain in his nose at the wide bruise across Remusâ cheekbones. âYou should go lay down again, dude.â
âYou made me soup?â
âYou can only have it if you promise to rest.â
âI donât have a concussion.â
âYour face looks like someone biked over it.â
âRude. Iâll call your mother.â
âYou donât have her number.â
Remus shot him a look and turned to the others, who were watching in clear amusement. âTremzy, a hand?â
âCanât tell you. I want soup.â Logan ruffled his hair as he walked past; Remus batted him away, but he was smiling. It was even more crooked than usual with the latent swelling, and Leo felt a pang in his chest when he noticed the missing dimples. He looked soâŚnot Loops. âOĂš sont les casseroles?â
Finn frowned and glanced in the Tupperware. âThatâs not casserole, Lo.â
Sirius reached up and pulled a large pot down from the cupboard. âPots, Harz. Youâve been dating these two for almost a year and you still donât know French?â
Finn hopped up on the counter. âKeeps things interesting.â
Leo blew him a kiss and received a wink in return, making them both laugh. âThanks again for bringing this over,â Remus said as Leo turned the stove on and grabbed a wooden spoon.
âAnything for the rookie, right? You look better than last night.â
âYeah?â Hope lit in Remusâ less-swollen eye; he was still bruised to hell and back, but the puffiness had gone own significantly and a good nightâs sleep seemed to have done him good.
âNo thanks to the captain,â Finn snorted, swinging his legs until Sirius whacked him on the thigh with a spoon. âI swear to god he was just fucking with us in the groupchat.â
Remus raised his eyebrows. âWhat did you do?â
âI told the truth!â Sirius protested. âI donât know why theyâre all pissy.â
âYou were so vague,â Logan groaned. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and scrolled through the texts, then cleared his throat. âHome safe. Re is fineâ"
âGet over hereââ
ââgetting lots of cuddles from Hattie,â Logan continued, ducking out of Siriusâ reach as he read aloud. Leo stepped closer to the stove to let them both run past. âThanks for the messages. Thanks for the messages? Thanks for the fucking messages?â
âThat was pretty vague,â Remus agreed, hiding a smile behind his hand when Sirius finally snatched Loganâs phone away.
âIâm keeping this,â he threatened. âAnd I sent messages to people who reached out individually with questions, including your boyfriend.â
âWhich one?â Logan asked with a smirk.
Sirius shook his head. âKnutty, will you be offended if I kick him out of the house?â
âEh.â Leo shrugged, still stirring. âHe could use some fresh air. Maybe put a bowl of water out with him.â
Logan grabbed a towel and rolled it up, snapping it at Leoâs ass; it connected with a sharp smack and he dodged the second attack by less than an inch. âHey, cut it out!â Remus laughed. âHeâs making me soup!â
âYeah, Lo, we donât want to leave the invalid in the hands of Capâs cooking,â Finn drawled.
Sirius heaved a sigh. âYou are all so mean to me.â
âI love you!â Remus said, putting a hand over his heart in mock-offense.
âYou donât trust my cooking either.â
He hesitated for half a second and Sirius spread his hands. âI trust most of your cooking. And all of your baking.â
Leo perked up. âWill you make cookies for us?â
âNo.â
âCome on,â he wheedled as bubbles began forming around the edges of the soup. âYou know you want to.â
âHe made some for the block party two weeks ago,â Remus said with a grin, leaning over to smell the thick steam. âIâm domesticating him.â
âHeâs like a feral cat. Once you let him in and feed him, he starts making cookies and never leaves.â Logan slotted himself between Finnâs knees for a cuddle with a devious glance at Sirius.
âI regret knowing you,â Sirius muttered; the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away, and Leo smiled to himself as he pulled a few bowls out of the nearest cabinet. âSoupâs ready?â
âSoupâs ready. Where are we eating?â
âWell, Loops is eating on the couch so he can rest,â Logan said, ignoring Remusâ eye roll.
âIâm fine.â All four of them gave him a skeptical look and he threw his hands in the air in exasperation. âAlright, weâll eat in the living room and pretend Iâm on my deathbed. Jesus Christ.â
Leo gave him a playful nudge as he handed him a bowl. âThatâs what friends do, right?â
Remusâ face softened and he bumped him back. âThis was really sweet of you, Knutty.â
âWhat was I supposed to do, leave you here alone with only your fiancĂŠ and your dog for company?â He looked behind the kitchen island and paused. âSpeaking of, whereâs my baby?â
âIâll get her.â Sirius wandered out of the room and they heard the back door open a moment later; after a few seconds of muffled noise, Hattie came barreling into the room in all her long-legged glory. One side of her fur was mussed into bedhead, but Finn dropped down and immediately smoothed it out again as he smothered her with affection.
âOh, was somebody taking a nap on the deck?â Remus cooed, grabbing a handful of spoons from a drawer.
âI missed you so much!â Finn said, laughing as she licked his face. âSo much, precious girl! Itâs been too long!â
Hattie wiggled out of his hold and galloped toward Leoâshe tripped over her too-big paws and rolled to a stop at his feet with a lolling tongue. âOh, my munchkin,â he groaned, lifting her into a cradle hold. âDo you think your dads would be sad if I took you home with me?â
âYes,â Sirius and Remus chorused.
âBut I made them soup!â He stuck his lower lip out in a pout and held her closer to his chest. âItâs only fair.â
Logan turned a pleading look on Sirius. âYou canât say no to that face, can you?â
âSomeday, you can have a sleepover. For right now, weâre going to eat soup and then make Remus take a nap.â
Leo declined to mention the fact that he had not answered the question and filed that particular information away for later use. For all his bluster and grumbling, Sirius was a softie for puppy eyes of any sort.
They gathered in the living room and carefully balanced their bowls so nobody spilled on the carpet. Remus curled up to make space for Sirius on the couch, while Logan perched on the armrest of Leoâs chair and Finn took the floor; Hattie made the rounds with a roving nose and tried to steal bites wherever possible, to little avail.
âThis is really good,â Sirius said after a few minutes of hungry silence, shoving another spoonful of broth in his mouth. âMon dieu, what is this?â
âItalian wedding soup,â Leo said, breaking a meatball in half. âMomâs recipe.â
Logan raised an eyebrow. âYouâre not Italian.â
âNot even a little.â
âYou guys are the best, by the way,â Remus said. âThis is exactly what I needed.â
âWe wouldâve beat the rookie up if you asked,â Finn informed him with a casual bite of soup. âSay the word, itâs done.â
Remus shook his head. âIt was an accident. He tripped, I came up too fast, and it snowballed from there. Kidâs lucky he didnât get a skate to the face when we fell.â
Logan blinked at him for a second. âYouâve seen your face recently, right?â
âNo, actually, itâs a bit difficult to see my own face,â Remus said drily. âIâm sure it looks worse than it feels.â
Sirius raised his eyebrows, but made no comment. Leo wasnât sure whether he wanted to know that story or not; seeing Loops in any amount of pain was hard enough. âKind of ironic, right?â he said instead. âAfter all that time spent fixing us, youâre the one we get to take care of.â
Remus snorted. âHow the turntables. Hestia did all the heavy lifting.â
âThat Tupperware was heavy.â
âDo you want to tape me back together next time?â
âDonât try me, Loops, Iâll do it and give you a moustache.â
They bickered and teased for the next half hour, long after their bowls were empty and Hattie laid down with a dramatic huff after her unsuccessful quest. Finally, Remus dozed off on Siriusâ shoulder, which they took as their cue to leave.
âThank you again, guys,â Sirius said as they pulled their coats on. âThis really meant a lot to both of us.â
âNo problem,â Finn said with a shrug. âWe were worried, and bringing over a little soup was easy.â
âIt was good to talk to you both outside of practice,â Logan added, giving him a one-armed hug. âKeep us updated?â
âBien sĂťr.â
âSee you around, Capsicle.â Leo mock-saluted and Sirius laughed under his breath. âTake care of our rookie.â
âWill do, Knutty.â
Leo maneuvered his container around his seatbelt as Finn turned the car on, trying not to lose another lid down the crack between the console. âIâm glad we did that,â he said after a few seconds of comfortable silence.
âMe, too. Loops still looked pretty rough, though,â Logan said quietly.
The side of Finnâs mouth turned down a tick. âNext time we play the Ravens, that rookie is getting checked like heâs never been checked before.â
Leoâs back cracked as he stretched his arms over his head. âOh, yeah, Kasey and I already have a plan. That kid is never even going to see the net.â
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Babysitter
Summary: Peter gets stuck with babysitting.
Warnings: fluff
Characters: Peter Parker, Annie - Little Cousin, Aunt May, Happy, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, and Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1,318
A/n: This was an anonymous ask - Hey i was wondering i would like to request peter parker having a 6 years old baby cousin (may and ben's daughter) and she knows about him being spiderman. She meets the avengers. - Iâm gonna make Peter a little older. Heâs about 19 and is in college but still lives with Aunt May. Heâs just rarely home between school, friends and the Avengers. I also named the cousin Annie because I looked up Peterâs family tree and Uncle Benâs mother was Ann so I went with it... I hope I did good, I hope you enjoy it!
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âAunt May,â Peter whines, following her into the kitchen. âI have the be with the Avengers in an hour, I canât stay here and babysit,â
âPeter, you told me you would babysit today. I have to work and the regular babysitter is out of town until next week,â May tells him.
âAunt May,â Peter groans. She sighs turning to him.
âWhy donât you just take her with you?â She suggests. Peter raises an eyebrow at her.
âTake her with me?â
âYeah, she loves Spiderman. Itâll be perfect,â Aunt May smiles slipping on her jacket.
âI canât just take her with me,â Peter argues.
âWhy not?â Aunt May asks, slipping her shoes on.
âItâs work, Aunt May. Itâs serious stuff, dangerous superhero stuff... No place for a 6 year-old,â Peter shakes his head, crossing his arms.
âOh, thatâs funny because I texted Happy and asked him if it would be ok for you to take her and he says itâs fine,â Aunt May grins. âIn fact, Tonyâs pretty excited to see herâ
âYou talked to Mr. Stark?â Peterâs jaw drops. âAunt May, when I go to the Avengers Iâm Spiderman, Iâm Mr. Starks righthand man. I canât do what I have to do and watch Annie,â
âPeter, youâre just going over there to try on new suits,â May tells him. âMaybe sit through a meeting, I donât know,â She shrugs. âBut itâs not like youâre taking her on a mission. Now, I know you want to seem cool and all that in front of the big boys,â Aunt May says causing Peter to whine and rub his face. âBut youâre taking her. Now, I have to run, do not lose her,â She says pointing at him.
âThat was one time and I found her,â Peter shouts after her.
âSay hi to Happy for me,â Aunt May shouts back.
âEw, no,â Peter cringes. Aunt May blows him a kiss and walks out the door. Peter groans leaning against the wall, banging his head back.
Normally, he loves spending time with Annie. Sheâs his favorite person. Heâs taken her swinging through the city every time she asks because he simply cannot say no to her face.
However, taking her to the Avengers facility is something else. Ever since Mr. Stark brought him in to help out a couple of years ago heâs been trying to prove that heâs a worthy Avenger. He wants the others to take him seriously.
Bringing his little cousin with him and running after her whenever she gets into things that sheâs not supposed to will only restart the teasing period. Not that he ever got out of the teasing period but he didnât want to give them new material to work with.
âI can stay here, Petey,â Annie whispers, peaking out from around the corner. Peterâs eyes snap open and he looks at her. His heart breaks at the pout on her lips. âIâm a big girl, I can look after myself,â Peter sighs.
Peter smiles, walking over to her. She looks down at her feet, fidgeting with her hands. Peter kneels in front of her and brushes some hair off her shoulder.
âHave you gotten taller since I last saw you?â Peter asks. She glances up at him.
âYou saw me yesterday,â She reminds him.
âAnd I swear you grew an entire foot taller,â Peter shakes his head in amazement. âIf you donât slow down youâre gonna be taller than me tomorrow,â He says, poking her stomach. She smiles but tries to hold it back. âYou are 100% a big girl,â He agrees with her. âJust because you can look after yourself doesnât mean you have to,â He tells her. âNow, if you want you can stay here by yourself and be bored or you can come with me and meet some Avengers,â
âCan I meet Capin Merica?â She asks, slyly looking at him.
âIâm sure I can arrange a meeting... Maybe over some lunch?â Annie slowly begins to nod, a smile spreading across her face. âIâm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I didnât mean to,â Peter pouts causing Annie to grin even more.
âItâs ok, you can make it up to me with some ice cream,â Annie assures him. Peter grins, laughing a bit.
âOh, is that right?â He asks, and she nods sticking her chin up. Peter smirk scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around. She giggles as he tosses her in the air and catches her. âWell, Iâm sure Mr. Stark has some ice cream we can snag,â He promises.
âWhy donât you go get ready? Weâll leave in a couple minutes,â
âOk!â Annie shouts racing to her room. By the time she was ready, Happy was there to pick them up. Peter had gone to sit up front with him when Annie slipped in first. âThank you for opening the door, Petey,â Annie grins, clicking her seatbelt in. Peterâs mouth drops as he looks at Happy who just shrug.
âSheâll be alright,â Happy promises. Peter groans, closing the door and climbing into the back. Happy closes the divider preventing him from seeing up front. Peter pouts but grins a bit when he hears Annie giggling.
It didnât take them too long to reach the facility. Peter jumped out of the car to race after a speeding Annie. He grabs her hand before she can get through the door.
âDonât run away, Annie,â Peter scolds. âIâm supposed to be watching you,â
âI wanna meet Capin Merica!â Annie shouts.
âAnd your wish is my command,â Tony says, walking up to him with Steve Rogers beside him. Annieâs eyes widen and her mouth drops. Peter watches her expression and grins.
âYou look just like my action figure,â She whispers. âBut youâre bigger,â She admits. Steve smiles, kneeling in front of her.
âIntroduce yourself,â Peter whispers, nudging her.
âHi! Iâm Annie Parker,â She basically shouts. Her hand shoots out for him to take.
âNice to meet you, Ms. Annie, Iâm Steve,â He says shaking her hand.
âCap here is gonna show you around,â Tony say clapping Steve on the back when he stands back up. Annie slowly gasps. âIâm gonna steal your cousin for a little bit,â
âOk,â Annie shrugs leaving Peter for Steve.
âNo loyalty,â Peter shakes his head watching Annie willingly walk off with Steve.
âTell me about it, who chooses Captain America when you have Ironman?â Tony scoffs. âItâs gotta be the blond hair,â
âI think youâre perfect, Mr. Stark,â Peter tells him.
âI thought we were past the whole you kissing my ass stage?â Tony asks. Peter struggles to figure out what to say next. âNever mind, Iâve got you a new suit,â
Peter wanders off with him hoping that Steve doesnât loose Annie or else heâll never hear the end of it from Aunt May. He stayed with Tony for a couple of hours before they hunted Steve and Annie down.
They found them in the common room with some of the other Avengers. At the moment Annie was with Natasha. Natasha was whispering secrets to Annie, most likely ways to get into trouble but get away with it. Annie was soaking every work up with a mischievous grin.
Bruce sat next to her, grinning and shaking his head. Annie was sitting in his lap but was also completely ignoring him in favor of Natasha. Steve seemed to be finishing up a bowl of ice cream on the opposite couch. When Peter looked back at Annie he noticed leftover ice cream smears on her cheek.
âHi, Petey!â Annie shouts waving at him.
âHi, Annie,â He waves back.
âDo we have to leave?â She pouts.
âNo, we can stay a little longer,â He promises her. Her face lights up and she instantly goes back to whispering with Natasha.
âSheâll be our little spy in no time,â Tony comments.
âAunt Mayâs gonna have a heart attack,â Peter mutters.
#Peter Parker#Marvel#Aunt May#Spiderman#Captain America#Steve Rogers#Tony Stark#Bruce Banner#Natasha Romanoff#Peter#One Shot#Fanfiction#Fanfic#MCU#Request#Babysitter
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Author note: Mention of drugs, sickness and blood (if you're not comfortable with it don't read it) . It mighty be heart warming fluffyyyyyy.
You're his kitten. No matter the consequences you're. Cause even in his anger sometimes (which's rare and it's on the silly go-to's) he still sticks to that pet name because he met you like that under the bus stop's shelter in a heavy rain offered you an umbrella (while you were huffing and puffing like a kitten annoyed with the weather), walked you home, had a tea with you and some chocolate chip cookies. Been bestfriends from that year and there isn't a red light to your guys wild adventuresâbut he's been having a rough time recently. Had a cruel heart shattering breakup from a relationship that he thought was a never ending dream (she brought him happiness in a weird way he couldn't put into words) indeed it tightened your chest but his happiness's most important to you. To overcome it he's been scribbling notebooks over notebooks with lyrics that screams he miss her and the sex for the most part of it. It breaks your heart.
He's usually the one to melt all over you, give you forehead kisses, cuddles you when your periods are the bitchiest, makes you brekkie if he stays a night, runs you a bath and sometimes brings you pomegranate berried candles (he lies that he got them as a gift, he's one hell of a liar). He takes care of you with so much gentleness and helps you with study after wiping your tears and reassuring you telling you how proud he's of you. It made you guilty sometimes 'cos if you'd be in camille's place. . .you'd never be able not to get jealous. She was cool with it. Fills you with another curiosity that maybe she treated it like a fling.
He was devastated. Knocking on your door feebly. Then the moment your small confused body was under his weary gaze, boom!! It crashed upon him like a pitch storm and he fell to his knees tucking his head in your armpit crying his heart out. At that moment you felt his pain radiating to you and twisting your own stomach with a dagger, it was insufferable. He gave out no-deep scrapes but not to freak your bones muttered that he lost her. Eventually his bottled up emotions seeped into hues infront of you by passing week and to your littlest of information you got to know that they didn't ended up well in some perspectives so their relationship turned out to be a downfall. So As, you do with your girlie best-friend when she have a breakup you did it with Harry too. It didn't included feral clubbing (you left that part to his mates) but watching sappy movies that could fill your ice-cream bucket once you eat it whole, doing homemade face masks, playing drunk uno and knocking on your neighbours door to run way at last, dragging his arse to museum and in all of this you ended up convincing him to adopt a kitty (she lives with you thou).
The roles have been reversed completely!
He's been living at your flat for five weeks now. It's fading his usual cheekiness and the itch to annoy you every second he gets. Instead, it's just eating, spending bits of hours with you, going out with his mates and coming back to crash at your couch padding in your room in the wee of night demanding a warm coddle from you and that his back hurts from the cruelty of that single spring popping from the leather, staying with him when he'd wrench his stomach out in the morning. He's sensitive. His heart's soft that's one of the reason he gets hurt real quick, you admire that about him and reminds him that it's one of his qualities you're totally in love with. You're gentle with him. Giving him space and time to recover. Going with him at his friend's birthday little get together not drinking at all knowing one would have to stay sober as he chugged red wine staining his hawain shirt and when he clumsily poked his pink tongue out lazily to reach for the cigarette in her hand you tugged him back into you before he'd burn his tongue with sparkles announcing it's time to head back home and he'd be a pain in arse (a beautiful one though because his antics makes you all mushy) when he pretended to steal sandwiches from the table hiding them under his shirt saying that "'m pregnant with twins and it's hard to carry them" while you dragged him outside making him wear his coat like a stubborn toddler. Making him cupcakes sometimes, playing with his fluff of curls while he reads the book she gave him. It hurts. But, it subsides down with his single amiable glance that tells you he needs you. He always had. He always will. You give him extra forehead kisses and pecks on cheek while leaving for UNI, because it's irresistible to give dust to his pouty sulk.
It's seven in the morning when he tumbled through your door (has a key, you even brought his clothes and toothbrush from his houseâhe even uses your strawberry scented shampoo and body wash) his nose tip blushed matching his cheeks, eyes pooling with haze and hair poking in every direction. You were studying for a class you've in an hour. When you saw his irirses blown out you arched your brow putting the cup down beside your thick book, to mingle his sadness he's experimenting different fun wild things (told you bout it and you even called Mitch to take care of him).
"How many am I, pet?" You asked walking towards him seeing him struggle to get out of his vans and your giggles echoed into coldness when he peers down at your crouched state with his gold fish-y eyes, "dunno. . . but ye'r seem like. .like a-a sunflower floatin' in me head." His lips molding around his each word agonisingly slow drawl and his voice hoarse and scratchy. "You need rest, bambi." You got him out of his jeans and socks knowing he despises to sleep with layers on. "I'll be back with you in some hours. Hmm? Then we'll snuggle into blankets, you me and. . .salsa the pussy cat." You have to control your laugh everytime you take the kitty's name (Harry's worst at giving names you were horrified when he once joked that he loves chelsea boots so much he could name his daughter Chelsea) He whines at that nodding his head but not loosening his grip from around your wrist while you tucked him under your baby green patch work quilt. It's like his brain and heart can't decide how to choose.
On your way back you got Jeff's call asking why Harry isn't picking his phone his own voice resembling that of Harry's and you know he'd be looking shit at the time. Harry was still snoring out like a bulb in bright day on his tummy and you shook him gently at first but when he didn't woke up you had to be a bit harsher. "Harry wake up pet. . . Jeff's been calling ye for since." But, not even a hum in response so you placed your finger under his nose checking if he's even alive. Gratefully he was just sleeping like a literal corpse (he argues that he isn't that bad of a sleeper but in fact he is. Everything around him would burn down and he wouldn't even change a side).
It was seven in the evening when you were preparing for dinner when he woke up grumpy. His nose scrunched up, lips quirked up as if he tasted something yucky and his gait jello. You eyed him quietly even when he came in kitchen to drink water.
"Jeff was callin'. . ." You quipped stirring the veggies before pouring soup into a bowl and sliding it his way on the counter, "I know bombarded me phone with callsâ" He gruffed spooning a mouthful and you flinched when he tried to cool it inside his mouth with "hawahhoohaha" little sounds (he knew it was hot, he's just an impatient leech).
"Stop being a gremlin. He told me ye' aren't writing, leaving everything like a cliffhanger neither you're attending the meetings he calls you at. . . I think you're done with your mourning it's time to do what you actually love and is there for you. Your music." You frown seriously trying to put some senses into his forever high brain. He drops the spoon back and dips his brows frustratedly, pinching his eyes shut.
"Fuckin' hell. Stop being my mama!" It's not the first time you guys are arguing and you're not gonna take it to heart. You stood up towering him and jabbing your finger to his chest, "you better stop filling your system with drugs before eighteen year olds come to you thinking you're a drug dealerâ" He snickers at that a total mocking one (you know he's doing nothing hard it's just shrooms in the safe environment otherwise you'd have never never allowed him) but still you had to bring him back to his line so it was necessary. "Piss off." He mutters still slurping on his soup and you left him there with a loud smack on his head, "Wanker."
You care about him. Always did. Always will. He's the love of your life. Even your love has nourishment of just water and lacks sunshine from your sun it's still there into existence, how could you see him like this? Wasting his precious time and energy. It's impossible.
All you heard before going to deep slumber was the tinsy creak of your main door after that it was silent and darkness until now your phone buzzed under your pillow resonating Niall's tired words. You were a wreck havoc fumbling for your coat and wallet, covering pathway to tube with shivering legs hallucinating that everyone's eyeing your fiddly self with judgemental stare even though there're few.
You rushed to Niall's doorsteps knocking like a maniac, "where's he? Is he okay? told yeâ" You pushed him aside marching inside to look for him. "He looked fine, he's a strong guy y/n they took him to hospital." You snaps your neck raising your brows.
"What the fuck, d'ya mean hospital!?" Your heart hammering in her ribcage overthinking the worst scenarios. "Take me there. right. fuckin' now." You tell him firmly not caring even if he's high too. Niall leads you to his car heating it up in the first beat taking glances of your petite body leaning against the glass with lips sucked in, eyes watered and legs constantly on bounce so placed his hand atop your knee giving you reassuring squeeze and a genial smile.
Your pink cheeks warming up with the heat of hospital radiating your way and loud growl left your chest when your blurry vision cleared to the sight of dishelved Harry sitting on the bench outside of ER, his irirses weary, mouth stuffed with cotton and has few scratches of rashes on his elbows otherwise he's fine. With each step of yours towards him something kept breaking inside you like you're walking on the nails and it's ripping you raw. He raised his head timidly hearing footsteps and when his eyes fell over your worried state panic flashed over his features and his only gaze turned you a puddling emitting heavy sobs within you before reaching towards him. The reality of situation dawning upon you because from what Niall told you in the car that they were high trying to have some fun, drove around neighbour hood and Harry jumped out of the window and bit his tongue between his teeth resulting in heavy bleeding a deep gnash (the fuckin' dumbstick he is).
"I hate you. I hate you so fuckin' much! you bastard." You tried to shout at him but the voice that came out of your mouth was that of mice as you threw harsh blows at his chest, bottom lip jutting wet and salty tears tricking down. He wraps his hand around your wrists ushering you closer down to his chest speaking muffled, "'orry." causing you to grunt angrily into the crook of his neck.
"Sorry my ass!" When you tried to pull back he tightened his hold round your neck snuggling you warmly to him with a hum. Jeff came back with medicines and when he parted his lips to speak in his defence you ignored him wiping your tears with the heel of your palms muttering a, "I hate you guys." The drive back was silent and the walk to your flat too, you passed by him to lock yourself into your room (you wouldn't because of the fact you wouldn't be able to sleep if not sure he's okay few feets away from you). When Harry attempted to roll his tongue to make some words nothing came out but a hiss making you spin, "'s okay we'll speak in the mornin'." Saying this you headed to bed and when you were bout to turn the lamp off he was lurking at the foot of your bed with a pillow in his arms smushing his face into it and squeezing it close to his chest gesticulating you that he wants a cuddle.
"Only 'cos y're adorable." You muttered moving your bum to make space for him suppressing your cooe when he grinned showing nothing but snow cotton, fuckin' hell being this cute should be illegal! He snapped his finger to call Salsa and she instantly galloped to shrink into his side while you spooned him. You woke up to the running tap and the time you were stretching under your quilt with yawns he padded out looking healed than last night.
He got a little lisp as he spoke, "can we talk?" You nodded knuckling at your sticky eyes criss-crossing your legs. "'Forgive me kitten." He continues, "sorry fo' mistreatin' ye' last night." You shake your head not realizing tears are dropping down your collarbones.
"Please. . .I don't wanna be a party-pooper in your life. you can live your life to finest but not at the sake of your life Harryâ and. . . and if you're trying to invade the feelin' of sadness with all of this I don't approve it. What bout me? dunno what'll do if somethin' will happen to you, pet. S'not fair to me. is it? Just. . . love yâ" your confessions cameflouging with sobs.
"Oh baby. ." He immediately cradled you in his embrace trying to soothe you with 'sorrys' and 'I'll never do somethin' like that again, promise'. Smooching slobery kisses all over your face and when you gazed up at him attracting him closer to your clean warm features all he did was peck the corner of your lips tenderly pulling away to pat your hair with a sigh.
"So. . .ye' love me." He teased you and you rolled your eyes grabbing his chin with your fingers, "show me your tongue." biting down your laugh when he retorted misheviously, "hmm. Wanna kiss it better?" Blowing him off with a remark that he's an utter pervert hiding the fact it splashed crimson to your neck.
"Mind makin' me poor self some brekkie?" He pouts and you giggled pecking the corner of his burgundy lips getting a timid smile in return, "in trade of?" He hip-checked you straddling Salsa over his shoulder and grabbing her little paws to expertise her in some dancey-dance moves.
"Mind bloggin' orgasmâique dinner." He cackled loudly at the end when you shook your head in fake disappointment at him and he clinged by your side helping you to make some breakfast.
Think so you guys will figure it out.
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merry christmas @rambleoncas from ur spn fam secret santa !! sending all the love to u, ely đĽ°đ iâm SO sorry this is late, pls absolutely yell at me iâm the worst đ had such a fun time writing this tho, hope u love it ! <33
In which Sam and Eileen are not the comedy duo they think they are, a new board game is invented, and Dean and Cas learn a valuable lesson about the perils of ice skating. (2.7k, minor angst followed by ridiculous festive fluff, read here on ao3)
As a child, Dean picked his scabs. Forever scratching at his knuckles, knees, the scarred backs of his elbows. The rhythmic scrape and peel of it. Absentminded in the backseat of the car, or sitting next to Sammy in whatever run-down motel of the week, one eye trained on the door. A life built on rituals and routine; Dean was bound to form some of his own.
Thereâd been this one vamp in Des Moines, back in â93. Towering beast of a guy. Dean was pinned up against cold brick in a dimly-lit alley, something sharp digging into the back of his knees and something sharper rising in the back of his throat. Better Dean be bait, of course, than some random civilian. But Dad wasnât there yet. The guy was at full-fang, teeth inching towards his neck, and Dean was casting silent prayers skyward that Dad had killed the rest of the nest by now, that he was on his way, that this was all still part of the plan.
The vamp had roughed him up a bit, but Dean had given as good as he got, punching and kicking and spitting and punching, smart mouth working overtime to distract from the trembling of his hands. And then, finally, seconds from the precipice: Dad was there. His blade sung as it sliced through the thingâs neck, spraying blood and bone and gristle. And Dean was saved. Dad had grinned, clapped a hand on his shoulder. You did well, son. And Dean had looked up at him from where heâd crumpled to the ground, as if he could float up from the gutter on just those words alone. Let his head tip back to hit brick, lip split, face cracked with blood and pride. In the car back to the motel he was glowing, the compliment sinking into split, aching flesh like a balm. His hands were still shaking, though. Dean had tucked them under his thighs so Dad wouldnât notice.
He wore his scabbed knuckles like a badge of honour, scratching at the welts in neon-lit diners, reaching out occasionally for faux-attacks on Samâs fries. Heâd wanted it to scar. Wanted to peel away at ruined skin until his knuckles were pink-raw and silvery. A souvenir of a hunt well done, of Dad smiling at him like heâd done something right. Of the four people theyâd saved from the nest. Dadâs words rattled around his hollow insides like he could live off them the next few weeks. Scrape. Peel.
Twenty-something years later and Dean hasnât managed to shake the habit. But as he walks into the bunkerâs library, surveys the scene like an audience member of his own life, Dean thinks heâs managed to break a lot â a lot â of others.
âCheck it out, Sammy!â He shoves bloodied knuckles in Samâs face, smiles at him through a mouthful of gingerbread. âThink itâll scar?â
Samâs next to Eileen at one of the tables, two slices of cake in front of them, the sound of Itâs A Wonderful Life echoing from tinny laptop speakers. Itâs balanced precariously on some dusty spell-books, just as a bowl of popcorn is suspended between the armrests of Sam and Eileenâs chairs. Deanâs been watching the politics of the bowlâs positioning with great amusement; Samâs previous attempts to tilt it to his own side have resulted in glares of ranging affection (and one shoulder-punch) from Eileen. The bowl was swiftly returned to original formation.
At the sight of Deanâs hand, Samâs face instantly wilts, recoiling like Deanâs smacked him with it. Eileen winces slightly, signs âyou're such an idiotâ, smiling around a mouthful of cake.
âGod, Dean, weâre eatingââ, Dean smirks harder, crumbs threatening to overspill. ââyouâre so gross.â Sam cranes his neck to make eye contact with Cas across the room, shoots him a grin. âBesides â thatâs what you get for taking Bambi out on the ice.â
Cas leans back in his chair, head tilted, eyes narrowed suspiciously. One of Deanâs old flannels rolled up to his elbows. He regards Sam like heâs practicing spontaneous human combustion via telepathy.
âI have very little in common with an animated deer, Sam.â
âOnly the coordination issues,â Claire chips in from opposite Cas.
âWhose side are you on?â She smiles sweetly at him.
Dean steals a piece of Samâs popcorn (âother hand, dude!â) just to throw it at him. Waits till the Sasquatchâs eyes are fixed back on the movie, then signs âdorkâ at Eileen, gesturing to Sam with comically-wide eyes.
She laughs. âAbsolutely.â
Engrossed in the film, Sam loops an arm around the back of her chair, oblivious, and Dean walks back across the room, gingerbread in hand. Cas is sitting at the next table along from Sam-and-Eileen, settling back into observing â what appears to be â an incredibly heated game of UNO. Deanâs not sure it is UNO, actually, heâs certain he saw some playing cards caught in the fray. Monopoly cards too? Dean makes a mental note to start paying more attention to the quality of his thrift-store-finds. Regardless, Claire seems to have manoeuvred the situation to her advantage, no doubt convincing Jack and Cas that yes, actually, this is exactly how you play it. Sheâs chewing on her lip slightly, in way that could pass for concentration. More likely though, Dean thinks, itâs to hide a smile that says: this is like taking candy from a baby-God. The baby-God in question is sitting across the table, next to Cas, eyes wide and earnest, contemplating his nonsensical hand of cards with the focus of a laser-pointer. Dean hopes theyâre not playing for money. Claire would clean up.
Dean smiles at Cas, hands him the plate of gingerbread. Reaches out with his uninjured hand to sweep a thumb over his cheekbone. He leans down to press an unselfconscious kiss to the centre of his forehead, and isnât that a testament to how far heâs come. (From the corner of his eye, Sam watches the exchange. Sees Deanâs wedding band glint in the lamp light as he touches a palm to Casâ cheek. Smiles to himself.)
Cas accepts the gingerbread, pats the chair next to him. âSorry I skated over your hand, Dean,â he says woefully.
Dean, always Dean. Never babe, or honey, or something equally as cloying thatâd have Sam choking on his granola. Just, Dean. Heâs never heard his name spoken with such weight before. Itâs like a code between them, like only Dean can hear that secret reverence, the adoration that Cas pours into the single word. A benediction, confession. A promise. At the risk of sounding self-important; Deanâs never loved the sound of his own name more.
âSâalright. Better story than all my other scars.â He points at his right shoulder through his Henley, knowing Cas has memorised all the skin underneath. âVamp.â Left knee: âShifter.â Left hand: âCrazed husband on ice skates.â
Cas rolls his eyes. âI did tell you not to lie down.â
Dean looks at him, scandalised. âItâs a well-known fact that star-gazing is, like. The peak of romanceââ
âBut I was stillââ
ââbut stargazing and ice-skating? You should probably, like, marry me, dude. Get me locked down quick, and all that.â
He drags the chair a bit closer to the table and sits down. Cas beams at him, eyes shining over these cute little round reading glasses theyâd bought for him last week. âI believe I already have that covered.â
This time itâs Claire that rolls her eyes. âGod, you two are ridiculous. Canât you see weâre locked in tense gameplay here?â
Jack nods, palpably sincere, eyes still rooted to his cards.
âSorry, sorry.â Dean pushes the gingerbread plate in Claireâs general direction in apology. Claps a hand on Jackâs shoulder. âWhoâs winning, then? Also, uh⌠what are the rules, exactly?â
He rests a hand on Casâ knee, draws patterns on the denim. Listens as Jack gives a roundabout explanation of Frankenstein-UNO, how Claire is inexplicably winning every round. Itâs weird to think of Jack as actual God now, not when heâs sitting here like this, turning over a Virginia Avenue monopoly card and expression immediately souring. Itâs like he has this internal switch, able to toggle between normal-Jack and God-Jack when needed. In moments like these, it almost feels like nothingâs changed. But then heâll get that glint in his eye, stand up a little straighter, like divine dutyâs been injected directly into his veins. Teleport off, continue working on that ground-breaking heaven restructure heâs been talking about. Dean always says that he hopes theyâre living it up, Bobby and Ellen and Jo â and all of the rest of them â in heaven-mark-three. That he canât wait to see the changes. Then Casâll chime in, like clockwork. Not for another forty years, I hope. Dean wonders if theyâll get, like, coupons for the heavenly frozen yogurt places, or something. Being one of the unofficial fathers of God has to hold some clout up there, right?
In truth, Dean has some more questions about heaven, heavier ones that weigh on his chest. Lead on his tongue, back-of-his-mind whispers that louden at night. Ones he hasnât quite found the words to articulate aloud yet. Who, exactly, will be there waiting for him, when he gets there?
Absentmindedly, Deanâs right hand moves to scratch at his left. Itâs not at all scabbed yet, but the pain doesnât really register. Heâs just going through the motions. Scrape. Is it wrong, to not want him to be there? Peel. There is a monster at the end of this book. Scrapeâ
Cas catches his hand and Deanâs thoughts are halted in their tracks. He takes a breath. Casâs palm sweeps over his knuckles, pulls at his wrist. Loops Deanâs arm around his own shoulders. The careful intensity of his gaze feels achingly familiar. Deanâs hand rests on Casâ shoulder, now. Cas keeps holding it. Hand and gaze alike.
Itâs like he has a permanent window into his thoughts. Dean wonders if itâs some celestial muscle memory, considering all that practice heâd had as an angel. So used to looking beyond Deanâs face, underneath the bone and flesh of it; seeing his soul itself shifting under his skin. Or maybe this is just Cas. Freakishly attuned to him in a way that transcends angelic powers and logic. Maybe this is just Cas-and-Dean.
Heâs vaguely aware that Claire and Jack are still talking, arguing the merits and impact of a rogue nine of diamonds, when Sam announces a text from Jody. Apparently, the snowstormâs eased a bit, and theyâre good to hit the road again tomorrow. Theyâll probably be at the bunker within a day or two.
Claireâs looking up from her cards now, the thrill of young love apparently overpowering the need to thrash your brother-God at Monopoly-UNO.
Sam aims a piece of popcorn at her. âShe also said that Kaiaâs really looking forward to it.â He launches it at her and she catches it, effortlessly. The slight flush though, high on her cheekbones, betrays her.
âDid you end up getting through to her earlier?â Cas asks.
âNo â just dial tone. Mustâve been because of the storm.â She pauses. âActually. If the snowâs died down a bitâŚâ she glances at Jack, scoops her cards up into a neat little pile. âFifteen minutes,â she says to him, grabbing her phone of the table. âIâll be right back! Donât look at my cards!â
Jack nods amiably, smiling at her like sheâs just put an idea in his head.
Claire reaches the doorway just as Charlie walks in, towel on her head and hot chocolate balanced on her laptop.
âLesbian relay race,â she says, deadpan, as Claire greets her. Claire snorts, manages to high-five her without looking up from her phone.
Charlie sets her mug down on the table, stealing a bit of gingerbread from Deanâs plate in one swift movement, grinning at him. No doubt sheâs ventured out of her room in the hopes of being fed. Sheâs always first up on weekend mornings, seemingly able to hear the sound of Dean plating up pancakes from seven rooms over. Dean loves having Charlie visit.
âTwo very important questions, folks. One: shall we all watch Die Hard tonight?â Thereâs a chorus of yeses, punctuated by Cas shaking his head at Jack. âTwo: what is this monstrosity of a game and how do I play it?â
âSit here,â Dean says, making a move before the âIs Die Hard a Christmas movie?â debate can start up again (for the record, it absolutely is). âJackâll explain. Me and Cas need an eggnog top-up.â He taps Cas on the shoulder, nods in the general direction of the kitchen.
âTwo-man job, is it?â Sam smirks at Dean as they pass by. Heâs facing Eileen as he says it, so she too, can appreciate his unending wit. She giggles at Sam, raises an eyebrow at Dean and Cas. Theyâre an absolute double-act tonight, Dean thinks. This is probably the least attention theyâve paid to a movie since he finally sat them all down to watch Star Trek IV. Ingrates. Heâs once again delighted that Charlieâs here.
Dean opens his mouth, âthe best ones always are, Sammy!â already forming on his tongue. Low-hanging fruit? Probably. Hilarious? Definitely. Cas glares at him though, and he glances at Jack. Somehow still the picture of innocence, even as he rummages through a hand of cards that heâs failing to pass off as his own. Dean closes his mouth. Sticks to a gesture of universal understanding that he can shoot at Sam, when Jackâs not looking.
When they finally reach the kitchen, Cas stops him in the doorway. He gently takes his injured hand and brings it up to his lips, kisses the palm.
âI hate hurting you,â he says quietly. He leaves the rest of the sentence stuck at the back of his throat; I canât even heal you anymore. Dean hears it anyway. Crowds him into a hug.
âHonestly, dude, itâs fine.â He presses a kiss to his hairline. âAccidents happen. And itâs kinda hilarious.â
âHmm.â
âIt is. Next time we go, remind me to take you to an actual rink. That way you can hold on to the side with the other twelve-year-olds.â
Cas narrows his eyes, twisting in a half-hearted attempt to disentangle himself from Deanâs arms. Dean doesnât let him. Lightly runs his fingernails over Casâ forearms until he shivers.
âWe can make it a Christmas tradition.â Dean looks upwards. Shifts them a half-step left. âAnd speaking of traditionsâŚâ
Cas follows his line of sight, eyes coming to rest on a tiny sprig of mistletoe taped neatly to the lip of the doorframe. He grins.
âWhy do you thinkâ,â he leans in, an inch from brushing Deanâs smiling lips with his own, ââI stopped us in the doorway?â
âGreat minds, dude,â Dean whispers.
His heart soars ridiculously in his chest, like this isnât something theyâve done a hundred, a thousand times before. He closes his eyes against the sudden rise of emotion and then theyâre kissing, Cas smiling into it. Deanâs good hand moves up to Casâ hair, curves round to stroke at the nape of his neck. Casâ lips are soft, achingly gentle, parting easily for him. Heâs got both hands cradling Deanâs face, like heâs holding him in place, trying to explain something to Dean without words. Using just the connection of their lips. They break apart after a while, breathless, and Dean presses a handful more chaste kisses to Casâ cheek until heâs laughing, walking backwards until Dean has him pinned up against the doorframe.
Dean looks around furtively, then unbuttons the top of Casâ stolen flannel, presses an open-mouthed kiss to the thin scar he finds at his Adamâs apple. This is a tradition too, now. Cas sighs, murmurs three words into his hair, and Dean answers with four more kisses down the hollow of his throat, one for each word of his reply. The eggnog sits, untouched, on the countertop and, honestly, this is turning into an accident just waiting to scar a family member. At the moment, though, Dean canât really bring himself to care. He trails his mouth upwards to capture Casâ lips, again, again, again, and the sound of easy laughter from the library sits light and buoyant in the air. Back in their room, a little vial of orphaned grace sits, forgotten and dusty, on the uppermost shelf of their closet.
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Kinktober #18: Cherry Garcia: Bucky Barnes
Youâve made an unfortunate habit of pilfering Buckyâs ice cream stash. Of course, it was only a matter of time before he caught you.
Characters: Bucky Barnes / f!Reader
Warnings: smut (18+ please!), secret late-night kitchen sex, ice cream sharing, f l u f f
Notes: Iâm trying this thing where I donât post at midnight, like a swamp creature.
This is not proofread as thoroughly as it should be. Iâm throwing this at the wall and running away. Todayâs prompt was âIn the Kitchen,â so of course I had to make it cute.
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Kinktober Masterlist

Itâs three oâclock in the morning and youâre starving.
Youâre not quite sure when this little habit of yours turned into such a thing. After all, originally it was a bit of a fluke. You were fresh off a mission with frayed nerves and exhausted muscles. It had been the middle of the night and youâd just wanted a little comfort food.
It wasnât your fault that youâd found out about Buckyâs love of ice cream. It was something heâd never tried growing up. Milk, sugar and eggs were commodities far too valuable to be affordable in his youth. Let alone the even more precious ability to keep things cold.
Now, he keeps at least three flavours of Ben and Jerryâs in the freezer at all times. Theyâre always there, though, so you canât imagine he samples them often. What, youâd thought, so many nights ago, could possibly be the harm in sampling a few bites?
Of course, a few bites at the end of a long mission soon blossomed into more. These days, you were sneaking down every night to grab a bowl. Sitting on the counter with your legs dangling over the edge and finishing it in the dark. Then crawling back upstairs to bed, quiet as a mouse.
Not quiet enough, as you were about to find out.
The compound kitchen is massive- like the kitchen in a restaurant, or a bakery. Double ovens on one wall, a massive eight-burner Viking, two fridges and an upright freezer. It has to store enough food to feed the entire team, after all. Snack hoards included.
But it still feels homey these days. There are beautiful windows above the sink that stream butterscotch sunlight in the morning. Thereâs a little breakfast nook tucked away to one side. And you have so many memories of this place. Baking pumpkin pies at Thanksgiving, making a mess of Steveâs birthday cake. Fighting over whoâs going to clean up after Vision cooks dinner for all of you.
And sneaking into the freezer in the middle of the night for a taste of Buckyâs Cherry Garcia.
You take your usual post on the edge of the counter, flipping open the paper lid and digging your spoon into the frozen treat. Youâre lifting the first sinful bite to your lips when-
âAh-hah.â
Your blood goes cold. You know that voice.
âBucky,â you squeak. Slowly, you set the ice cream down and nudge it away from you, but itâs too late. Youâve been caught Cherry Garcia-handed.
âPlease,â he croons, holding up a palm with a smug smirk. He glides across the dark kitchen with all the grace of stalking cat. Heâs pretty comfortable invading your personal space these days, much to your chagrin. As a result, heâs not shy about coming right up between your thighs, flesh and metal sliding up your bare skin.
Your face tilts forward out of habit, but he keeps his mouth hovering above yours, letting a soft puff of breath over your lips.
âDonât let me stop you,â he chuckles. He brushes his nose against yours and pulls away, snagging the open ice cream from beside you.
âYou gonna tell me how long this has been going on?â He asks. Itâs obvious, as he stirs the ice cream with your abandoned spoon, that he finds this hilarious. You suppose you should be relieved. Then again, you canât imagine Bucky getting seriously upset at you for pilfering his ice cream stash.
You donât understand why youâre so embarrassed, then.
âRemember Rome?â You purse your lips. It was months ago. Buckyâs eyebrows shoot into his hairline.
âYou little minx,â he accuses, dabbing the spoon into the rapidly softening Cherry Garcia. He takes a little spoonful and smirks, holding it up to your lips. Youâre dying to know what heâs thinking right now, but you take the scoop, tasting Vermont-sweetened cherry and the bitter snap of a chocolate chunk.
âI shoulda known,â he chuckles, taking a bite for himself and putting the carton down. He braces his hands on your thighs again. âI donât even like Cherry Garcia. But somebody took the seal off, didnât they?â
He leans forward, and this time he doesnât wait to close the gap between you. His tongue is cold and sweet, but his warm hands are shifting higher and higher on your bare thighs, brushing beneath the hem of your (his) oversized t-shirt.
âWhatâd I tell you about stealing my snacks?â He chuckle-growls as he draws back from your lips and glides his mouth along your jaw. His scruff brushes your cheek; in the dark, you can see the silhouette of his hair as it slips forward.
He laves his tongue over your pulse point, then kisses it sweetly. All the while heâs slipping a hand between your legs to thumb the cotton of your underwear, damp and warm already from his ministrations.
âThat youâd be⌠glad to share with me,â you croon, biting down hard on your lower lip, âbecause I return the favour often in bed.â
Bucky retaliates by pushing the crotch of your panties to one side and dipping a finger into your slit, making your whole body twitch.
âMaybe itâs time you returned the favour now, then,â he rumbles. Your hips tilt forward into his touch. You whine. You canât even pretend not to want this.
You reach forward, fingertips brushing the elastic edge of his sweatpants. Thatâs all heâs wearing- since when does he wander the compound in the middle of the night without a shirt?
You push his sweatpants and they slide precariously low on his hips. Beneath the baggy material, itâs easy to see that heâs getting hard. He nips in, slipping his hands under your thighs and pushing his hips forward to rub against you before you can even get another look.
âBucky,â you gasp, looping your arms around his neck. He shucks his sweats down to his knees and his cock pops out against your thigh, twitching and rapidly stiffening with his growing excitement.
âAlways wanted to fuck you down here,â he chuckles sleepily against your neck. He slides a hand between you to grab himself, giving a few strokes. He doesnât need them- heâs like a steel rod against you- but heâs lining himself up and youâre already wet and this is not how you thought your Wednesday night would go.
He pushes forward, pumping into you right away with near-lazy strokes.
âAw, fuck,â he groans against your skin, already starting to tremble. âHell, baby, how come you never told me you were gonna be this tight?â
You canât help but giggle. Heâs had you a million times. But it never gets old, sex with Bucky. Not even in the compound kitchen at three oâclock in the morning.
He starts to rut up into you in earnest now, seeking a precise rhythm. He holds you firmly in place as he fucks you. The slow clap of your bodies is slightly muffled by your panties, still bunched in the crook of one thigh.
He slips his right hand between your legs and finds the swell of your clit.
âThatâs it,â he pants, feeling the way you clench around him when he thumbs the tight bundle of nerves. âThatâs it, baby, thatâs it.â
You love the way he loses himself when heâs with you. Heâs so measured in his everyday life- exercising control, nervous to seem collected in front of his other teammates. But when itâs you, when itâs just you, heâs vulnerable. Heâs loving. Heâs charming. Heâs caught up in ecstasy.
When he comes, you feel every cell of him shake. Even in the quiet of the kitchen, where he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck and huff tenderly through it, pistoning his hips messily into your body as he pumps you full of him.
He surges forward. One hand braces fervently on the granite countertop. He knocks the Cherry Garcia over. Half-melted, it pools across the shiny surface.
You hold him gently as he resurfaces, waiting until he backs slowly from you to speak. Heâs tucking himself back into his pants- wet, softening, and you canât help but ogle.
âPlease remind me,â you sigh, tugging your panties back between your thighs, âto steal your ice cream way more often.â
âHey,â he barks, grinning playfully up at you. The exhaustion of the late hour is starting to settle over the both of you. âDonât push it. I let you off with a warning this time.â
âThat was just a warning?â You hop off the counter, pausing when you spot the mess out of the corner of your eye. âShit.â
âLeave it,â Bucky growls playfully, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you close. âI kind of like it.â He grins, kissing your head.
âSomebodyâs going to kill us in a few hours when they find it.â
Bucky just smiles, hooking an arm around your shoulders and ushering you toward the door. Back to bed.
âLet âem try.â
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White Lies (Pt. 06 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader
Word count: 2.2 K
Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.
But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.
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Being Held
âI don't care what you think, you'll do what's best for (Y/N).â Keanu didn't want to be this rude with Mrs. Davis, but she's giving him a hard time. The doctors have already spoken to her and she agreed on not telling (Y/N) the truth since her health and the baby's depend on it. But still, seating on the first floor's balcony, as (Y/N) showers and changes after the morning walk, Lucia doesn't seem very happy about it.
âOf course not, Mr. Reeves. Or whatever you fancy people rather be called. But this isn't fair, and it isn't right. Do you plan to have this going on for how long?â She raises her voice, what makes Keanu's heart skips a beat. He looks over his shoulder, just to make sure (Y/N) isn't anywhere near. âMy son is dead, but this is his child. You can't steal it from him.â
âEverything I'm doing is to keep her healthy.â He whisper-yells, both hands resting on the circular wooden table as he stands up, bending forward, trying to look as intimidating as he can. He doesn't give a damn if Lucia is her mother-in-law and the child's grandmother, he won't let her do anything that may put (Y/N) or the baby in danger. âYou weren't here. You didn't see how desperate and lost she was, but I did. Breaking the news to her may lead to a miscarriage. Is this what you want? To lose your grandchild?â He spits the words out, tired of this stupid conversation. This woman is an idiot, he thinks, because he knows she had a meeting with both Dr. Wright and Dr. Harris about (Y/N)'s situation. But Keanu's last words make the woman sink a little, eyes softening, but he can still see some anger. Lucia Davis doesn't like him, that much is clear. âI'm not trying to steal anything from your late son, I'm justââ
âKeanu?â Her soft, low voice calls from the inside, cutting his words short. He takes a deep breath before turning around, watching as she shyly walks to the balcony, curious eyes already looking for Mrs. Davis, and she stops when her eyes find her. âHi.â
â(Y/N), this is Lucia Davis. Your mother's friend.â He says, reaching out his hands, which she quickly takes, moving to stand next to him. âYou were somewhat close.â
With a hand on the small of her back, Keanu listens to the small greetings, thinking if he should go away now, unsure if it's safe to let Lucia alone with (Y/N). But he quickly remembers that the first floor bathroom is close by, with high windows that will allow the conversation to reach his ears. He doesn't want to spy on them, but this is (Y/N)'s health, and he'll do whatever is necessary.
âI'll take a shower.â He tells her in a low voice, offering a small smile when she nods. Placing a kiss on her forehead, Keanu touches her belly gently, at the same time shooting a hard glance at Mrs. Davis. It's a warning, a reminder of what's at risk of she opens her mouth. Then, he leaves, heading to the bathroom after quickly grabbing some clothes, the low voices successfully making their way inside the bathroom.

You're bouncing your leg lightly, wondering how long Keanu will take. This woman is weird, she hasn't stopped asking about your husband, if he's taking good care of you. At first, you thought she was a fan, but now... There's anger in her eyes, like she's pissed off. Ten minutes into the conversation and you want Lucia to go already.
âHas he ever tried to... Force you?â She asks, leaning forward on the table, across from you.
âWhat do you mean?â Sighing, you play with a strand of hair, twisting it around your finger.
âHas Keanu tried to get intimate with you?â Lucia speaks faster now, grabbing your hand over the table. âBecause that's not ok. Even if... Even if you're marriedââ She spits the last word as if it's something disgusting. ââyou don't remember him, so he can't force you to do anything. Don't let him trick you into it.â
âMrs. Davis, Keanu has been amazing.â You repeat, the conversation draining your strength. âHe hasn't forced me into anything. I'm still sleeping in the guest room and so it'll be as long as I want. He's giving me all the space and time I'll need to get things together.â You really hope she can't see you blushing, because there's heat spreading through your face. You haven't thought about any on this yet, and you do hope it won't get into your head. âI assure you everything is great. He's taking good care of me.â
She sighs, shaking her head slightly. âIf he ever does anything you're not comfortable with, you call me and I'll take you with me to Argentina.â
A laugh escapes your lips because you can't believe your ears. âI'm not going to leave my husband.â You tell her, crossing your arms over your chest. âI'm completely fine, you don't have to worry about me.â The headache that had just vanished is starting to come back, and you begin rubbing your temples.
âI'm justââ
âHeadache?â Keanu speaks suddenly, startling you a little just before you're filled with relief.
âYeah.â He knows you well. âI think I'll take another pill and get some rest.â Hoping Lucia will get the hint, you stand up, taking Keanu's hand.
âMrs. Davis, I'm sorry, but I think you should go now. The doctor's said (Y/N) has to rest whenever the headaches get bad.â He says, and you nod, giving the woman a small smile and a wave before heading inside.
That was beyond awkward, and you don't think you'll want to meet with her anytime soon. Making your way to the bedroom, you sit on the bed, back resting on the headrest. It's terribly hot in here, and you jump back to your feet just to push the two windows open before going back to bed. You were expecting Keanu to come to check on you, but long fifteen minutes or so pass by before you listen to his heavy footsteps, and then it doesn't take much until he's opening your door. You're fanning yourself with your hands, the wind coming in not enough to push the heat away.
âI didn't like her.â It's the first thing you say. âAnd she doesn't like you one bit.â
âI noticed.â Keanu sits next to you, furrowing his eyebrows. âIt's probably the age thing.â
âWhat age thing?â As you speak, you get irritated, pulling your hair off of your shoulders and pinning it above your head with both hands. âDamn it, why am I so hot?â
For some reason, it amuses Keanu, who smiles. âIt's called a hot flash.â You were just about to snap at his smirk, but when he leans forward and blows on your neck, the fresh sensation makes you close your eyes and relax just a little bit.
âThat's so good.â You mutter, closing your eyes. Then, an idea flashes through your head. âOh! Go get some ice cubes.â
âIce cubes?â He asks, quite uncertain.
âYeah. I had an idea.â Playfully, you give his leg a light kick, smiling when he gives in and stands up.
A couple of minutes later your husband is back with a glass bowl full of ice. You're still fanning yourself and the moment he sits on the bed, you take two cubes, one in each hand, placing them on your neck. âDamn, this is good.â Giggling, you close your eyes to take in the cool sensation against your burning skin. âHelp me out.â You ask him, eyes opening again to give him a look. âIf you want of course.â
He hesitates a little, eyes lingering on you before he takes an ice cube too. âWhere?â
âUhm...â Thinking for a while, you sigh. âHere on my chest.â Pinching his eyebrows together, he hesitates again. âC'mon, I'm burning up.â With your hands slightly wet from the melting ice, you put the thin straps of your shirt down your shoulders a little. A smile comes to your lips when he finally gives in, softly brushing the cube on your skin, bellow the collarbones. âThanks.â You mutter, feeling as the heat slowly starts to fade. âWhat was that you said before? The age thing?â
Keanu sighs, eyes on his current task as you run the cubes through your neck. âSome people are very judgmental about the age difference between us.â He starts, and you're sure he gets a little sad. âIt got me thinking too, of course. You definitely should be with someone your age soââ
âYeah, but here we are.â Deciding to cut him off, you stare at him even though he won't look at you. âI can't speak for myself before, but whoever I was, I married you. So it's probably everything you gotta know about it. And now...â Maybe you shouldn't say it, but you know it's true. And when his eyes meet yours, filled with doubt, and something you've never seen before, you know you have to say it. Keanu needs to know where you stand now because this is like a forced restart. â...I find it really hot.â Muttering, you feel a different kind of heat spreading through your body.
Keanu's lips break into a smile, and a soft giggle reaches your ears. You absolutely love the sound, it makes you want to kiss him. Wait, what? You knew that what Lucia said would somehow get into your head, but you never thought it would be that fast.
âYou know what else is hot?â Keanu asks as you pull the ice cubes away, throwing them back in the bowl Keanu placed on the nightstand.
âWhat?â You inquire, wondering if there's a joke coming your way.
âThis,â Keanu answers, tilting his chin slightly, pointing out at you. Now your burning again, cheeks red for sure, looking away from him.
âDon't tease the pregnant woman, Keanu.â You warn him, voice suddenly and unexpectedly weak. âLucia also said that she'd take me to Argentina with her. As if.â You didn't want to bring her back into the conversation, but you're willing to talk about anything else, eager to calm yourself down and get rid of the thoughts of kissing Keanu.
âIf you want to go, you know I won't stop you, right?â He puts the ice cube away, and you sigh, turning your attention back at him. âI'm sure she'd take good care of you.â
âI doubt that. She'd never rub ice cubs on me.â Taking his hand, you give it a little squeeze. âI'm happy, Ke. Living here with you is great. There's a lot to get used to and a lot of things to work on but... This is good. I feel good and safe with you around.â
The smile he has on it's amazing, beautiful. It's the most beautiful smile you've ever seen. âThis makes me happy too.â He mutters, bringing his free hand to caress your cheek.
âSo don't worry. As if I was going to leave the father of my child behind.â Changing to a joking tone, you place his hand on your belly. âI don't even speak Spanish.â
He giggles again, but soon enough Keanu gets all serious. âYou have no idea how much it means to me that... That you're feeling fine. Happy...â
It's true that sometimes you even forget about the accident. It never lasts for more than a couple of minutes, but it means that you can move on from it. But you don't think the same happens with Keanu. You feel like the accident is everything he thinks about, and you hope that taking care of you isn't overwhelming to him. You wish there was something you could do to ease his burden.
âKe, I... I really want us to work out. If I remember or if I don't, I want things to be completely, one hundred percent fine here.â Moving to sit on your legs, standing closer to him, you touch both his shoulders. âYou worry too much. And I get it. My body is still recovering, and there's the baby too, but... I don't want it to become too much and... Ruin things.â
âYou're not ruining anything, beautiful, I promise.â With his index finger under your chin, Keanu makes you look into his eyes. âI'm doing this because I love you. I worry because I love you. And nothing will change that. It's not too much, I can do this.â
âAlright, but... Share things with me, you know. Let me help as much as I can being... Well... Like this.â There's a lump in your throat, and you feel tears starting to form in your eyes.
âHey, don't cry. Come hereâ Keanu gently pulls you into his arms, and you don't even try to fight it. You had planned this, you decided to fall for him again, but you didn't know your feelings would start to grow by themselves, without you having to force them. You want him, you want to be in his arms, so you don't think much before placing your legs over his, allowing him to hold you. This is everything you need right now, everything you want, to be held by him.
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Trinity House
Pairing - Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary - You and Spencer visit a bookstore thatâs close to both of your hearts.
Warnings - Fluff
Word Count - 2216 words
And all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don't steal my work and post it without my consent. Happy reading!
A/N - Went to a bookstore earlier today and thought about this cute concept. Gah, I would do anything to be able to go to a bookstore with Spencer.
Requests are open!
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Spencer sat across from you in the living room. He was seated near the fireplace, case files surrounding him.
You were on the couch, a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream in your left hand as you doodled in your sketchbook, feeling snug in his blue sweater that was over-sized on you.
"How are the drawings coming along?" Spencer asked, looking up at you.
"It's getting there," You said, going over the lines to give your drawing a messy look.
"We don't have any plans for the evening, right?"
"Well, I was planning on finishing this drawing and then starting my next one because I have a crazy idea for it."
"Mint chocolate chip ice cream and drawings, the two things to keep you happy in life."
"Make sure you never run out of mint chip ice cream or sketchbooks."
"Wouldn't dream of it babe," Spencer blushes.
"If I ever came home and our freezer didn't have any more mint chip ice cream or your desk didn't have piles of my favorite quality of sketchbooks, I would run away."
"I wouldn't let you run," Spencer responds.
"Good." You said, looking back down at your drawing.
You and Spencer continued to quietly work until you felt his eyes on you.
"Your staring at me," You said.
"I'm admiring."
"Well," You said putting your sketchbook down and walking over to him. "You're distracting me." You sat down beside him, flipping over his case files not wanting to see whatever he was working on. You had huge respect for what Spencer did for a living but you made it very clear to him to keep his case files feets away from you. You chose to see the good in the world but you knew that as you looked into one of those files you would lose all faith in the world, you didn't want that.
"Let's go to Trinity House," Spencer smiles.
"Really?"
"We haven't been in so long. Come on," Spencer helps you off the ground and races down the hall to grab his satchel.
"Can I at least change?" You ask as Spencer walks back out.
"Why?"
"Because I look a little messy," You motioned down to your clothes.
"I love when you look messy," He replies, pecking your lips.
Spencer held your hand as you drove passed down familiar streets. Spencer and you loved Trinity House in words you couldn't describe, maybe it was because it's where you first met Spencer and fell in love with a nerd who had the perfect golden brown eyes and a smile that made you melt.
"You know who's going to be really glad to see us?" You asked.
"Jess," You both said at the same time.
Jess worked at Trinity House for longer than before you and Spencer ever meant but she was the one who always teased you about Spencer whenever you would come in. It was the push from Jess and your lucky stars that you mustered up the courage to ask Spencer out one day when he walked in the bookstore.
"How long has it even been?" Spencer asked and you shrugged.
"It's been way too long."
"It's been far too long since we've come here," Spencer said, parking right in front of the bookstore. He unbuckled his side and helped you out.
"Thank you," You responded, kissing Spencer's kiss.
Spencer opened the door for you, stepping in you took in the smell of books and coffee.
"Y/N!" Spencer!" You turn to see Jess running towards you, hugging you tightly.
"Hi Jess," You said, as she pulled back and waved at Spencer. "I'm seeing you both after so long. I thought you forgot about this place." She exclaimed.
"I don't think that's possible," You said.
"Jess, how have you been?" Spencer asked.
"I've been good," She replied.
"I see you did some renovations," Spencer said, pointing to the several new paintings and remodeling that was done.
"Yup, wanted to give the place a more comfier feel? So, how does it feel?"
"Comfy," Spencer replied and she nodded.
"So?" She raised her eyebrow at you and Spencer. "How have you two been? Married? Any cute little genius babies yet?"
"Not yet," Spencer shook his head. "But I did ask Y/N to move in."
"Oh, did you say yes?" She said, looking at you.
"I couldn't resist," You reply. "He's just too pretty to resist."
Spencer blushed as he playfully pushes you away. "Go look for your books," He said. You walk away as you notice Spencer continuing his conversation with Jess.
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You stare at all the new books that were apart of the Trinity House and you wanted them all. But you needed to control yourself because Spencer and your's apartment literally looked like a bookstore. There were books everywhere; left, right, in every corner of the apartment.
As you continued to gaze at all the books, Spencer and Jess watched you.
"She has the most incredible taste in books," Jess spoke.
"I choose from her side of the bookshelf more then mine," Spencer admitted, truthfully. "I thought nobody had better taste than me in books but she takes the crown." Jess laughs.
"She's always had an eye for the best," Jess said, and Spencer blushed. "Go find your books, I'll be in the back whenever you two love birds are done."
Spencer walks over to you.
"Find anything you like?" You looked up from your book to see Spencer.
"Is it bad that I want to buy this whole section of the shelf?" You pointed the left side. "They all are calling me name."
"Then add them to the pile baby," Spencer said, looking through your large stack of books on the small table.
"Did you find your book yet?" You asked.
"Is it weird that I'm nervous to look?" Spencer asked.
"Do you want me to look for you?" Spencer nods and took his hand and walk towards the R shelf. Spencer has been wanting to get his hands on The Essential Rumi book for months now and he only wanted the older version.
Your eyes quickly scan all the book titles until your eyes catch the book you're looking for. "Spence." You say, looking at him as his eyes were scanning another book from the shelf.
"Hmm," He responds. You pull out the book and put it in his reach of vision.
"They have it!" He whisperers, taking it slowly out of yours like it might fall into pieces if he grabbed it any quicker.
"They do," You smile as you looked at him admiring the book. "Babe, add it to the pile."
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After another two hours or so Spencer finds you in the N section.
"Hey baby," Spencer called out for you.
"Hii," You respond.
"You already know that I love you but this book," Spencer grabbed it from you and ran his thumb over the cover. "Is heartbreaking." Spencer goes to put it back on the shelf but you stop him.
"I want to read it," You say.
"I don't want you reading this," Spencer said softly.
"Why not?"
"Because it'll make you cry."
"So?"
"You know it's breaks my heart when I see you crying," You lightly smiled at his response.
"I'll be okay my love," You said, kissing his cheek.
"Nobody is okay after reading this book," Spencer looks at you and you could tell this book hit Spencer somewhere deep. Spencer read thousands of books and remembers all of them but you remember Spencer telling you that there was one book that he'll never recover from and today you found which one.
"How about we buy it but I only read it when your home with me?" You ask. "So that if I do start crying you can be there to comfort me and tell me everything's going to be okay?" Spencer looks at you for a couple of moments before pulling you in for a small kiss.
"We can do that," He nods. "You ready to check out?"
"I think we got more than enough."
"You can never have enough books baby," Spencer said, carrying the basket full of books to the counter where Jess was waiting for you two.
You stand the shelf watching Spencer pay for books as you just simply admired him from afar. Spencer noticed you weren't beside him and he made grabby hands at you. You walked up beside him and laid your head on his shoulder.
"When will I see you two lover birds again?" Jess asked, slipping Spencer a receipt.
"As soon as we finish these," You pointed to the four bags on the counter, filled with books. You reached for a bag until Spencer smacked your hand away.
"No," He said, grabbing all the bags. "I got them." You smiled. "Thank you, Jess! See ya soon."
"I need to talk to Y/N Spencer," Jess said, holding onto your arm. "She'll meet you in the car in a couple of minutes."
"Everything okay?" Spencer asked, looking between you and Jess.
"Yup, just some girl talk."
"I'll be there in two minutes babe," You said and Spencer nodded. As soon as he was out of your and Jess's sight, she quickly grabbed a bag and handed it to you.
"When the book arrived I nearly cried," Jess said as you pulled out the book from the bag and looked at it. "He's going to love it."
You called Jess a couple of weeks back asking if she could track down a book for you that Spencer's wanting to get his hand's on for two years now.
"He is," You smiled, slipping her the money. "Thank you for doing this. I don't know how I'll repay you for this."
"You can repay me but having dinner with me. It's been way too long and we need to do some catching up."
"Yes. Definitely!" You say. "I'll see you real soon." You said walking out and getting into the car.
"You got another one?" Spencer questioned.
"It's the most important one," You said.
"Can I see which one?" He asked, curiously.
"I'll show once we get home."
"Okay," Spencer nodded. "Your cute." He added, kissing you.
"Your cute too."
"Not as much as you."
"I beg to differ."
**
Back at the apartment, you and Spencer stand on your separate sides of your huge bookshelf and organize your books with soft music playing in the background.
You were so concentrated in your books you didn't notice Spencer's hands wrap around your waist pulling you away from the bookshelf.
"Can you show me the last book you got?" Spencer asked.
"You really want to see it, huh?" You laughed.
"We always share our books with each other," Spencer spoke, he was right. You and Spencer always shared books.
"I can only get the book if you let go of me, my love." You say as Spencer let's go of you. You grabbed the bag and walk back up to him. "As I said earlier, this book was the most important." You held the bag in front of Spencer. "Open it." Spencer looked at you confused. He slowly opened the packaging.
You heard Spencer gasp as the cover of the book came into his vision.
"Y/N, you didn't," Spencer said, looking at the book in his hands.
"Oh but I did," You said, grabbing on his arm.
"Where did you find this book from? I haven't been able to get my hands on this for years!"
"I pulled a few strings." You smiled as Spencer looked at the book.
It was the book 'Between Shades of Grey' by Ruta Sepetys. Spencer had mentioned it several times he wanted it to be apart of his shelf more times then you could remember so you knew that you had to get it for him.
Spencer put the book down on the desk and looked at you.
"What's wrong? Is it the wrong one? If it is I can get it chan-"
"No, no, no," Spence shook his head. "It's the one." He said.
"Then what's wrong?"
"What's your favorite thing that you've found at Trinity House?" He asked, his voice soft.
Spencer's words put you in deep thought, you had found many things at Trinity House at were your favorite, you'd have no idea where to start.
"Want to know my favorite thing that I found at Trinity House?" He asked.
"What?"
"I found you at Trinity House." Your eyes began to water. "I found the most loving and adorable person there and I'm so thankful."
"I love you so much," You hugged Spencer as he rubbed your back. "And I thank my lucky stars for you every day."
**
Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are - Mason Cooley
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Himbo Dad AU; Breakfast
Achilles opens the door to his house, and then walks into the kitchen his father cooking at the stove, Heracles eating from his dog bowl, loaded full of sausages, bacon, pancakes, hash browns, and eggs, the dogs face covered in grease, Achilles could tell the dog was probably on his second or third bowl though, heâd probably need to eat one more before his food coma could start.
Achilles sat at the large table in kitchen and greeted his father with sleepy yawn. âMornin, dad.â
Jaune looks over his shoulder at his son, his hands never leaving the stove in front of him as he was cooking enough food for a feast, and greeted his son back in a warm, fatherly tone. âMorning, sleepy one, did you stay up all night at your aunt Saphrons? Or did you get some sleep?â
Achilles blushed a little. âI got some sleepâŚâ
Jaune rose a well-groomed eyebrow. âA little? So, you donât need to take a nap when you go upstairs? Cause, after breakfast, Iâm going on a 100k, and could always use a strolling buddy, if your up for it~â
Achilles paled. âUh, uh, no thanks dad, I might have stayed up all night with Adrian.â
Jaune sighed and shook his head. âItâs bad for growing boys to stay up all night, but itâs the weekend. Just make sure your ready for school tomorrow.â
âUgh, school. Why canât I just go to Sanctum like Adrian yet?â
âYouâre only ten, value your childhood while you can.â
Achilles whispers âYeah, like you havenât told me all that hundred times.â
Jaune turned his head at Achilles his eyes narrowed. âHmm, what was that? Sound like back sass, and back sass sounds like another 100-kilometer run, mister. If you really want to give up your childhood and go to Sanctum, youâll have to start doing those runs every day.â
His sonâs tanned skin turned pale at the statement. âUh, no sir! Sorry, sir! Please donât make me run with you, itâs like trying to keep up with speeding bullhead!â
Crossing the kitchen with a couple of long steps, and ruffle his sonâs hair and puts several plates in front of him. âIâm just playing Killies, I would never make you do something that you donât want to do, but, Iâm just not ready for my little boy to grow up on me. So, please, just stay a little boy for a little while longer? For me?â Jaune says kissing his son on top of the head.
Achilles bats away his dad with a blush, and mumbles out. âFine⌠Just long as you train me like you are Adrian, please and thank you.â
Jaune lets out a beaming smile. âItâll be my pleasure, my little warrior. Now eat up, and get some rest.â
Achilles looks at his plate full of food, with cooked bacon, crispy hashbrowns with cheese and onions, pancakes decorated with his crest of a spear breaking two arcs, with spear being made of strawberries and whipped cream and the arcs honey, scrambled eggs dusted with salt, pepper, and local spices, and then a tray loaded with fruit. Served alongside a glass of tea and orange juice.
Achilles found he didnât need much convincing to eat up, giving a rushed thank you, and with no thoughts on why his father had made more than ten times the normal amount of food for himself, Achilles, and Heracles.
The boy didnât notice as several newcomers entered the kitchen, with almost all of them taking a seat around the table, with one going up behind Jaune, having to stand on their tip of their toes, before slipping their arms around his neck, leaning their chest into his back, and laying their head on his shoulders.
âMornin Handsome~,â Robyn said into his ear.
Jaune shivered slightly at the feeling of her breath on his neck. âHey there, beautiful, not that I donât appreciate what your doing, but letâs keep the PDA to a minimum, Achilles is back and I donât want to give him any trauma today.â
âOh, is that so? No wonder you had us screaming like little bansheeâs last night.â
âFirst off, donât make it weird, second off, I have my room sound and vibration proof. Third, Iâm making you breakfast, you donât have to seduce me, youâve already won.â
âMaybe, I just miss your touch.â
Jaune rolled his eyes and with an impossible to follow speed, he had Robyn cradled in one arm while still cooking.
He gave her a little peck on the nose, causing a blush to run across her tan skin. âThere, that make you feel any better?â
Robyn had nothing to say, and merely blushing deeper.
Jaune returned back to cooking, one arm full of a blushing mess.
Achilles finally took a break from inhaling his breakfast to see his table no longer empty, but full of his⌠He didnât know what to call them really, first to his left playing his hair was Ms. Fiona who used to watch him when he was little, but still hung out with his dad a lot. He didnât mind her playing with hair though it felt nice. âIâd envy hair this nice if it didnât tangle so badly,â He thought he heard her mumble. It was weird seeing her wear dadâs shirts though.
To his right was Ms. Schnee, she liked to do business with dad sometimes, something about hunting for the Argus Military based. But, it always bugged him that an Atlas General liked to a sleepover with dad, besides why did the general deal with contracts for Argus Military base, when she could have people there, do it? When he asked, she just said it was important for Generals to maintain connections with independent powers. Then gave him some lien to go buy a video game or something. Why she wore dadâs pajamas was beyond him.
The rest of the table was filled with Ms. Schneeâs friends? And Ms. Fionaâs friends, and oddly enough Ms. Nikos, their next-door neighbor⌠Actually, itâs not that weird, she practically lived over here.
Why they were wearing more of dadâs clothes than dad was wearing, he was only wearing a apron and a pair of shorts, was a mystery for another day.
The table seemed to notice him and gave him a series of hellos and good morning, he greeted them back, and got back to eating before they started asking about his grades and stuff. His social-studies werenât great. Heâd have to call Aunt Weiss or Blake for some help, Aunt Weiss would understand, plus she loved to spoil him. He knew Aunt Blake loved him, but deep down he was sure that she held a grudge for he bit her ears as a baby.
The sliding of plates across the table got everyoneâs attention, a personalized plate for each seat at the table, along with bowls full of rolls, scones, and biscuits, baskets of bacon, sausage, and ham, and various pastries on plates.
Jaune put down Robyn into a chair, appreciating how his shirt looked on her, and took in the rest of the table with a pleased expression, really liking how his girls were looking wearing his clothes.
With a clap, he got everyoneâs attention. âFirst, off enjoy. Second off, donât show weakness Heracles will steal your food. Third, if it goes into the air or floor, itâs Heracles. Fourth, if you have leftovers, put them in Heracles doggy dish, he will love you forever. We, good? Alright, everybody dig in!â
A wave of giggles took over the table, before the sound of forks and spoons clinking over took the giggles.
Robyn looked at her plate hungrily, it full of roasted, seasoned tomatoes, a personal favorite of hers, large slices of ham and turkey, eggs sunnyside up, several slices of toast coated in butter and jam, a couple slices of bacon, mushrooms, baked apple slices, and to top it off a large glass of ice coffee.
Robyn gave Jaune a saucy glance, âIâd kiss you, if you hadnât bruised my lips last night, by the way, are you trying to make me fall for you? Itâs working~.â Robyn said before digging in.
Jaune gave a playful roll of the eyes. âI donât need to try for something I already have.â
Next to Robyn, May sat in Jauneâs white undershirt, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders to cover what the shirt barely covered with how loose it was on her. She groaned at her leader, but quickly resumed eating her breakfast of an omelette stacked full of ham, sausage, cheese, diced onions, and bacon on a bed of cooked hash browns, with a stack of pancakes on the side, with a ice vanilla latte on the side.
In-between Fiona and May, sat snuggly Joanna the only one besides Elm who could wear Jauneâs clothing without looking entirely ridiculous, but even then the flannel shirt was a size or two too big and she had to wear an undershirt underneath. She looked slightly amused at Mayâs annoyance and her leaders bad flirtation.
Her breakfast could be described as meat, all the meat and eggs she could have. Bacon? Check. Eggs? Scrambled, sunnyside up, omelet, and poached on toast. Ham? Yes. Turkey? An entire leg. Sausage? Links, patties, and summer sausage. Chicken? She had them on biscuits. Steak? With the eggs of course. Finally she had some Lox and other seafood, with a side of biscuits, various cheeses, jams, and a large strawberry protein shake and glass of water.
Fiona sitting next to Achilles wore little more than Jauneâs white long sleeve sweatshirt, not that she needed anymore as she wore it more like a dress from how big it was. She had given up on getting all of Achilles knots out of his hair, she had talked with Saphron and Terra before on how hard it was to get him to take care of his hair, she dreaded when Yang found out he started growing his hair out like her, but refused to take care of it properly. Anyway she was trying to get her loverâs son to open up to her a bit more.
Achilles was too consumed by eating to notice. Fiona let out a sigh and went to work on eat breakfast, Jaune was good to her, too good in fact and sometimes loaded up her plate more than she could eat, but she supposed growing up around seven sisters and then hanging out with huntress gave him a skewed view on how much she wanted to eat.
The plate was full of cooked mushrooms, baked tomatoes, a omelett full of leafy greens, onions, and vegetables, biscuits, muffins, pancakes, a yogurt parfait mixed with banana, nuts and strawberries, some scrambled eggs, sausage patties, and finally a large breakfast tea to finish it off. She had her work cut out for herself, but Jauneâs food was bar none the best in Argus.
Achilles was half way through his plate.
Winter scrolled across her Scroll, making sure her schedule was clear today⌠for reasons. She smiled when she saw that the day was clear along with tomorrow and most of the week, she pulled her, formerly Jauneâs pajamaâs tight, and looked with a smile at her plate. She would never regret loaning Klein to Jaune so the man could learn the butlerâs ways.
On her plate was a large waffle cover in chocolate custard with strawberries forming a heart in the center, her cheeks blushing slightly, Jaune always insisted she get all the love she was denied as a child. Also on the plate was sausage links, orange slices, blueberry muffins, some donuts, sliced ham, crackers, cheese, and some turkey. To drink was a simple black coffee.
To Winterâs immediate right was Harriet digging into her food, dressed only in a large red sweatshirt to cover herself. Her breakfast consists of toast, cheesy scrambled eggs, apple cinnamon oatmeal, berry smoothie, a couple bagels with cottage cheese, and some ham. A glass of water to the side. She was really hungry after all the, exercise she got last night. So conscious thoughts were a bit away.
Elm was the only one who was actually close to Jaune in size, but since he hit his second growth spurt he was almost a head taller than her, with even broader shoulders! That said while his clothes hung loosely on her, it wasnât nearly as bad as say on Fiona. Elm wore a simple robe and undershirt with boxers on underneath. She wasnât much of a morning person, but she managed through simple questions when asked.
Her breakfast was similar to Joannaâs, only even larger. With an omelet loaded to bursting with steak, and an ever larger caffeine chocolate protein shake, an entire plate with hashbrowns full of meat and cheese and the occasional onion.
Next to Elm was the last lady of the table, Thetis Nikos, mother to late Pyrrha Nikos. She wore Jauneâs robe and a black t-shirt. Her breakfast was a parfait loaded with fruit and nuts, a stack of pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs, a muffin and a cup of coffee.
Finally Jaune had his own plate⌠Platter, he had a platter, full of every meat he had all sizzling, crispy and delicious, all the eggs, all of them! A waffles, pancakes, oatmeal, muffins, protein shakes and smoothies, sausage and toast, his plate full was nearing total collapses.
Breakfast went on for a while, everyone scraffing down as much as them could, Joanna, Elm, Jaune, Achilles, and Thetis going for second, eventually it was all gone with what little scraps being given to Heracles.
âYou spoil us, you know?â Elm called out to Jaune, holding her full belly.
âYeah, you donât have to cook for us everytime we swing by. I'm down for going out for breakfast, I just donât understand how you have the energy, when,â She wiggles her eyebrows at Jaune. âYou do the most exercise around here.â
A series of groans emerged around the table. Achilles could only nod, his dad did work out a lot.
Winter coughed at that, and then spoke. âI concur with that statement, I feel the time could be used more, pleasantly.â A blush rose on her face. âIf I ordered catering, you wouldnât have to rise two hours early to make breakfast for everyone.â She then said under her breath. âAnd then you wouldnât have to leave the bed so early.â
May smirked at her from across the table. âYou just donât wanna lose your big spoon? Do you princess bed hog?â Her smirk growing deeper at Winterâs atomic blush.
âAlright, alright, I get it, but I like cooking for everybody,â Jaune said a pearly smile, making the women at the table go weak in the knees. âAnyway, I have get up early anyway, to improve myself, and keep my body top of the line.â The weakness came back in full force for the women, remembering the taste they got last night of how top of the line his body was.
âNow, whoâs up for a 100k run!â Jaune asks.
Only for all of them to groan, as they felt the soreness across their bodies from last night.
âFine, I guess you girls got plenty of exercise last night.â Jaune said with a smirk.
Achilles didnât get why the women around his dad were so weird, but it didnât matter to him that much, they were in a way family to him, sure they werenât always around, but when they were he enjoyed it, and all of them united in their shared fear of his fatherâs insane physical routine.
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Bread and Brownies
Requester: @birds-have-teethâ
A/N: Thank you so much for the request, love! I had a bit of fun with this one <3 Iâm sorry itâs so short though aaaaaaaaaa I tried to find anywhere I could add more and I thought it would actually suffer if I tried to add more than this fic needed and I ;-; Iâm sorry I love u
Warnings: some eggs were harmed in the making of this fic, some suggestive text but nothing spicier than pepper
Word Count: 1600+
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"I think you look better like this, I dunno."
Izuku lets out an indignant gasp at the accusation. "And here you were saying I looked perfect before."
You giggle, turning back to the recipe with an eye roll. "Well, yes, but I hadn't seen you in an apron before." You toss your head over your shoulder, winking. "It's a good look for you, hon."
The apron in question is simple, understated. The main part of it is a smooth forest green that matches Izuku's hair, with black straps wrapping around his waist and shoulders and a baby blue pocket over his chest. It's a classicâin looping cursive on his chest reads "kiss the cook", but what makes it so perfect, however, is the smallest personal touchâthe shoulder strap is held on by two white clasps in the shape of rabbit heads. The touch is subtle, but you can't help but mentally squeal at how cute he looks.
"Well, maybe I should wear it more often, then," he teases. "Oh, please." You pop up on your tip-toes, kissing him on the nose before shoving a bowl into his arms. "Less flirting, more mixing. You're the big, strong man, mix this up for me while I get out the other ingredients."
"Are we seriously making box mix brownies for your work party?" he asks with a roll of his eyes as he begins mixing the batter.
You snort. "No, the box mix is just the first step. The brownies aren't the show-stopper here, it's what we're putting on them."
"I still can't believe that you tricked us for years into thinking your godlike brownies are just Godiva brand, box mix brownies," Izuku says dramatically, lazily moving the spoon about the bowl.
"They're good, idiot. And the brownies are just an avenue for the good part, which is made from scratch."
"Box mix. My beautiful, wonderful girlfriend makes box mix brownies."
"Izuku, I will literally give you the softest hair known to man if you don't shut up about my family brownie recipe," you tease.
"First I'm not already perfect, and now you're telling me all those compliments on how soft my hair was were lies? Et tu, [name]?" His eyes are covered by his arm as he drapes it over his forehead dramatically.
You raise a single egg in your hand threateningly. "One more word and I crack it on your head."
He's silent for a long moment, meeting your playful glare with his own challenging glint. "How long am I supposed to mix this for?"
"Combined, but not smooth. We love the lumps in this house." You relax your posture a bit, setting the eggs back in their bowl and going back to collecting ingredients for the other things you've planned to bake today.
"Got it. How's this?" He tilts the bowl towards you, crossing your kitchen to lift the spoon out of the batter and show its consistency. You're satisfied with the consistency, but just in case, dip a finger in to taste. The minute your finger's in your mouth and you've nodded your approval, he slowly sets the bowl and spoon on the counter. "...also, you can try to crack an egg in my hair, but that's assuming you can reach it, box mix."
You squawk, reaching for an egg and scrambling after him as he bolts. "Izuku! That's it, get back here! I'll climb you like a tree if I have to!"
Laughter rings through the apartment as you chase Izuku, wielding an egg threateningly in one hand.
"No, no!" he calls over his shoulder. "I give, I give! Just spare me from your eggs-ecution, angel!"
You freeze, nearly dropping your weapon as you try hard not to double over in laughter. "I can be persuaded to let you off, this time, for a fee."
"What fee could I possibly pay in exchange for my life?"
You hum, eyeing him mischievously. "I think you know what I take as bribes by now." You carefully slip the egg into your apron pocket to put away later.
"Remind me?" he says innocently. You roll your eyes and tug him towards you, sealing your lips over his in a sweet, slow kiss. There's a suspicious hint of brownie batter on his lips, and when you pull back, you raise an eyebrow at him.
"Have you been stealing batter when I wasn't looking, mister?"
He grins innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, I'm sure you don't. Such an upstanding hero would never lie to me or steal brownie batter." You smile and turn away to go pour the batter into the pan.
Izuku joins you not long after, wrapping both arms around you from behind and snuggling his face into the back of your neck. "I'm so glad you trust me, sweetheart."
"Yes, yes, I'm very loving and trusting," you tease. "Let me go so I can put this in the oven, dork."
"Nooo," he whines. "You're so huggable. Don't wanna let go."
"Oh my god, you are the worst baking partner. I'm never asking you to join a baking marathon with me again."
"But [naaaaaame]~" he whines into your ear before letting you go. "I love youuuuu." God, you can hear the pout in his voice.
"I love you too." You roll your eyes with a goofy smile before leaning down to slide the brownie pan in. "Come on, I promised you I'd teach you to make my favorite bread, and if you behave, we can get the first proof started before the brownies are out. Can you set the timer for me, baby? Fifteen minutes."
He nods, determination flashing in his eyes. "We're gonna work together so well you'll have to ask me for help next time."
You giggle. "Alright, alright, I get it. Let me know when the timer's set."
Izuku salutes you with a grin before dutifully setting about his assigned tasks. The rest of the baking goes as smoothly as it canâamid soft laughter, teasing jokes, and the occasional errant smear of flour, both the brownies and the bread are the best you've ever made them.
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Bonus:
Later, when the smell of bread wafts through your apartment and the brownies are somehow successfully iced and cooling (despite your goofball's best efforts), you come up behind Izuku, wrapping one arm around him in a soft hug. "Thank you for helping me bake today, Izu."
If a man could purr, he would be. You press a gentle kiss to his back, giggling when you can feel the vibrations as he speaks. "Thanks for teaching me how to make your signature recipes."
Your eyes lock on their target as he speaks, readying yourself as your hand slowly inches toward its goal. "Mhmm. You'll never use the knowledge against me, right baby?"
He chuckles, wriggling around to turn in your arms. You panic, but it's far too late to abort the missionâyou pop up on your tip-toes and pull him into a kiss before he can see what you were about to do. He smiles into the kiss, hands landing on your waist and pulling you closer. You peek one eye open to aim for the prize, and finally, finally, it cracks.
Izuku yelps when the first feeling of cold and wet seeps through his hair, yanking himself back in surprise. "Did you actuallyâ[name]!"
In your heart of hearts, you know you should run while you can. Izuku's fast even without his quirk, but if you're quick and act while he's still processing, you can get away. So you bolt, expertly maneuvering your way around your furniture, and you're about to make it into the bathroom to hide when your feet go out from under you and you shriek as Izuku lifts you off your feet effortlessly.
"You are gonna pay for that," he growls playfully, carrying you into the bathroom and kicking the door shut behind him. He tilts his head forward, and you whine as the egg you'd cracked onto his head slides off and plops onto yours, the yolk breaking from the force of the landing.
"Zukuuuuu," you whine, writhing in his arms as the egg seeps into your hair. "whyyyyyyy?"
He giggles, carefully setting you down. "Now you have to join me in getting cleaned up."
"I would've joined you anyway, jerk!" You roll your eyes as you untie your apron, desperate to get out of your clothes before you have to wash egg out of them.
"I couldn't take that chance." He looks so damn smug, and god, you'd love to wipe that grin off his face, but you're more worried about stripping at present.
"Hate you," you grumble as you yank your shirt off. You yelp when arms circle your waist from behind, tugging you close as a warm kiss is placed on an egg-free section of your head.
"Love you too, my sweet little box mix."
The moment is sweet for about two seconds. Pretty much up until the moment a drop of egg white drips down onto your now-bare chest, eliciting a shriek at the cold, gross sensation.
"Okay, okay, moment over," you complain, forcing yourself out of your boyfriend's vice grip. "You can be cute when we're in the shower, egghead."
"Mhmm, and you can apologize for cracking an egg in my hair while we're there," he replies, raising a daring eyebrow at you before he strips down, himself.
You climb in the shower after him, and true to both of your words, he is cute while you're working the egg out of his hair, and you do, in fact, apologize. Whether or not that apology is, how one might say, proper, well, it's one that Izuku accepts wholeheartedly, and isn't that what really matters, in the end?
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