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perotovar · 8 months ago

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tunnel vision — an "aint it sweet" oneshot

pairing: marcus pike x oc!vincent monet rating: E(18+) word count: 1.5k content: fluff, swearing, one (1) handjob, coming in pants, heavy kissing, neck kisses, they're both a couple'a cuties dividers by @/saradika-graphics beta:@kedsandtubesocks (ily)

summary: marcus has a new boyfriend in dc, and they're taking things slow. *written as a part of a loose-fit series following these two. this is the first part ♥

a/n: written as a part of @guiltyasdave 's kiss challenge. i was given the prompt "neck kisses". apologies for taking a million years to write this 🥲

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Marcus met Vincent two years after moving to DC.

He’d stayed single that whole time and took the time to heal from Teresa and his own mistakes in Texas. He knew now that trying to jump into a relationship was just a deflection from his own insecurities. Growing up with a Latina mother and a hard ass for a father set it in his mind that he had to be married with kids by a certain age.

When that didn’t happen, he started to panic and latched onto someone he realized he didn’t even really like all that much. Thankfully, his parents gave him the space he needed to figure things out and left him alone.

Vincent was a patron of a bar Marcus found himself frequenting after work. He wasn’t sure what Vincent did for work at first, but he was always there late. It made sense for Marcus to be there late, given his new position. He wasn’t sure who started talking to who first, but he does remember feeling… light.

Vincent had a warmth to him that Marcus was sorely lacking in his life. They’d meet twice a week and just talk.

Turns out, Vincent was a history professor at Georgetown University. He was… offensively handsome, with shoulder-length dreadlocks and smooth, dark skin. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and dressed sharply. Marcus found himself going lightheaded whenever the scent of Vincent’s cologne hit his nostrils. Vanilla and coconut, with a hint of something tangy.

Marcus could listen to Vincent talk about pretty much anything, his voice low, measured, and a little quiet. He wasn’t sure how any of Vincent’s students got anything done.

Marcus was always pretty straightforward about his desires, so during one of those conversations he asked Vincent out. Vincent graced Marcus with a pearly white smile and a shy chuckle. “I’d love to,” he breathed.

That was a few weeks ago now, and they’d just made their way back to Marcus’ apartment after their third date.

“Vin,” Marcus moaned, tangling his fingers through the thick ropes of Vincent’s hair and gripping tightly.

Vincent had him pinned to his couch in the living room, their hips rolling against each other. Vincent’s plump lips were latched onto Marcus’ neck, sucking and nipping languidly. Marcus loved kissing Vincent. It always left him breathless and felt like it was an event in and of itself. There was no rush to do anything, no pressure to continue to another “step”.

“N-not too high,” he gasped, his cock twitching in his slacks. Vincent chuckled and released Marcus’ neck to give him a look that said ‘I know what I’m doing’. Marcus blushed high on his cheeks and shrugged a little. “I have a meeting in the morning, you know?”

“I’m offended,” Vincent scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. “Thinking I’d jeopardize your professionalism like that.” He reached up to take off his glasses and set them down on the coffee table next to them.

Marcus blinked, then laughed lightly, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “Get back over here, you,” he smiled, patting Vincent’s bearded cheek.

When their lips touched this time, they fully melted into it. Marcus rolled his hips up against Vincent’s, wrapping his legs around his waist. Vincent made a low noise in his chest and kissed along Marcus’ jaw to the side of his neck he hadn’t touched yet.

Vincent left tender, wet kisses down the thick muscle, then blew softly against the sensitive skin. Marcus shivered and moaned weakly as his cock jumped in his pants again. He was harder than he ever had been in his life and was worried he’d make a fool of himself soon.

Vincent sat up on his knees a little and started unbuttoning Marcus’ dress shirt enough to move it and expose Marcus’ shoulder. He hummed in satisfaction when he saw the blush on Marcus’ cheeks went all the way down to his chest behind the white tank he was wearing underneath.

Marcus made a weak sound when Vincent’s lips latched onto his neck again, this time lower and closer to where his shoulder started. “Vin,” he gasped, gripping onto Vincent’s broad shoulders and digging his nails in.

“Yes?” Vincent smiled, voice muffled before he went back to lazily sucking and kissing Marcus’ skin.

“I’m–” Marcus groaned, his hips rolling erratically. He was almost certain he was going to come if Vincent didn’t slow down.

“You okay?” Vincent chuckled, releasing Marcus’ neck to look at him closely. Marcus was flushed red with big, wet eyes. He nodded and bit his lip, not making eye contact with Vincent. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Vincent frowned.

“It’s nothing, I just… Just give me a minute?” He huffed sheepishly.

Vincent blinked and looked down between Marcus’ legs. He smirked when he saw the twitching bulge beyond the fabric of Marcus’ slacks. “Oh, baby,” Vincent grinned, rolling his own hard length against him teasingly.

“V-Vin, please, I’m–”

“I want you to. Please?” Vincent cupped Marcus’ face in one large hand, his thumb rubbing against his cheekbone tenderly.

Marcus couldn’t remember the last time he felt so exposed and also so safe. He knew Vincent wouldn’t judge him or tease him too harshly about coming in his pants like a teenager after some heavy kissing.

He let out a deep breath and smiled shyly up at his handsome history professor. “Kiss me again?”

“Happily,” Vincent hummed, shutting his eyes gently as their lips connected again.

They rocked together jerkily, the sounds of their heavy breathing and the creaking from Marcus’ hand-me-down couch filling the room. Vincent held Marcus close to his broad chest, strong arms enveloping him.

While Vincent took his time kissing and making Marcus feel like he was floating on air, apparently he was very different once he had a goal in mind. Marcus was making sounds he never thought he could make, the heat at the base of his spine overwhelming him.

Vincent’s hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm, making Marcus’ heart pound and blood rush in his ears. “I’m– I think I’m gonna come, Vin,” he gasped, thighs trembling on either side of Vincent’s hips.

“C’mon, baby,” Vincent grinned, mouth latching onto Marcus’ neck again to push him over the edge.

“Oh, fuck,” Marcus whined, furrowing his brow in concentration. “Fuck!” He gasped as his cock twitched heavily in his pants, coming hard. He moaned as each wave wracked through his body, leaving him breathless.

Vincent hummed in satisfaction and rolled his hips with Marcus, prolonging everything just a little more for him. “Beautiful,” he whispered reverently. He sat up, looking down at Marcus’ spent body and the large wet spot at the front of his slacks. He chuckled at the sight, his own cock twitching in his jeans.

Marcus panted hard, coming down from his peak slowly. He gradually came back to Earth and blushed again when he saw Vincent’s warm brown eyes looking at him. “Stop,” he chuckled. “No one’s made me do that since Ashley in the 7th grade.”

Vincent smirked, chest puffing up in pride. “Well, consider me honored to be among such a prestigious group.”

Marcus rolled his eyes and gently pushed Vincent’s shoulder. “Your turn.” He crawled into Vincent’s lap, wrapping his arms around the other man’s neck. He undid Vincent’s jeans and held his thick cock in his hand through the thin material of his briefs.

When Vincent moaned and bucked his hips, Marcus felt a rush of excitement down his spine.

“S-shouldn’t be long,” Vincent chuckled, his cock throbbing in Marcus’ strong hand. Marcus hummed happily and latched his own mouth onto Vincent’s neck.

With Vincent’s cock now exposed, Marcus stroked him slowly, teasing the head with his thumb. Vincent breathed heavily, the heat from his cheeks and neck warming Marcus’ lips. Marcus pumped him gradually before he removed his hand to spit into his palm, and returned to his previous rhythm.

Vincent moaned and shivered at the wetness along his length, lips parted obscenely as he watched Marcus’ hand.

Marcus sucked hard against Vincent’s neck, nibbling on the thick muscle teasingly. “C’mon,” he encouraged, kissing up his neck to latch onto Vincent’s earlobe. He moaned around the earring there and sped up the fist between Vincent’s thighs.

“Shit,” Vincent breathed, nodding toward his cock. “M-Marcus, baby, I’m–” He smiled, resting his head on the back of the couch as he watched Marcus’ face.

Marcus blushed again and kissed him deeply as Vincent tensed, coming hard all over Marcus’ hand. He groaned into his mouth, hips bucking jerkily with his release. He giggled in the aftershocks, the dopamine rushing through his system as he held Marcus’ face in his hands.

Marcus’ heart pounded in his chest as they kissed languidly, both of them coming down from the moment.

They stayed like that for a while until they finally had to part to breathe. “We should do that again sometime,” Vincent flirted, nudging Marcus’ chin with the knuckle of his index finger.

Marcus laughed, cheeks warm and chest light. He couldn’t agree more.

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scoutofmymind · 2 months ago

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you’re making my dreams come true in ways i can’t even articulate, man i can’t wait

Death Blow — { Hasan x Luigi }

Content: m/m, friends to enemies to whatever this is, forced proximity, general roughness, spit as lube, anal sex, I could go on and on, you’ve been warned though, it does get a lil Tender don’t worry, angst, arguments, kinda-fluff

Wc: 6,311 (I tried to make it short. Wtf)

Notes: When a hotel booking mishap causes former best friends to share a room, they're forced to confront the messy fallout of their friendship-ending disaster from three years ago.

I will state here again, with peace and love, if this doesn’t appeal to you there is no reason to read it.

Now for the divas who are here to get silly, let’s ride.

"There's-“ Luigi stares down at the single hotel room key, watching his knuckles blanch against the glossy plastic as Miami's late afternoon sun streams through the lobby's floor-to-ceiling windows.

Through three months of their mutual friends wedding planning, they'd perfected a delicate choreography of stiff nods and calculated distances — making sure there were always at least two groomsmen between them at fittings, timing their exits with military precision.

Now, that maintained peace treaty was about to splinter under the weight of sharing a cramped hotel room for a week with the man who'd earned himself a permanent spot in Luigi's mental file cabinet under Catastrophic Life Decisions, Exhibit A.

"There's gotta be a mistake. I booked-“

"Yes, Mr. Mangione." The receptionist's bubblegum snaps, a sharp crack that makes him flinch, and her acrylic nails click against the keyboard. "You did book a single room, but so did Mr.—" she squints at the screen, "Piker." Her perfectly manicured brows furrow. "The same one, actually. Both reservations were processed under the wedding block, but somehow..." She trails off, scrolling through the system. "I've never seen this before. It's like both bookings merged into one."

Luigi hears Hasan's jaw clench behind him — that familiar grinding sound that used to echo through their shared dorm room before every championship match in college, back when he knew exactly how many cups of coffee it took to steady Hasan's hands, back before he'd taken years of inside jokes and midnight FIFA tournaments and shattered them beyond repair with one monumentally stupid decision.

Before Luigi had decimated twelve years of friendship for Nina Reeves — seven measly days after she and Hasan had ended things.

The ink had barely dried on their breakup when Luigi had stumbled into the worst decision of his life, drunk on cheap tequila and the way Nina's fingers had traced his collar bones.

He lost everything to three months with a girl who'd ended up leaving them both anyway.

Some days, he still couldn't believe how efficiently he'd managed to detonate the most solid friendship he'd ever had.

"Well, can't you-“ Luigi's voice cracks, and he hates how desperate he sounds, how the Miami heat is already making his collar stick to his neck despite the lobby's aggressive coconut-scented air conditioning.

"We're completely booked for three more days." The receptionist — Maria, according to her gold name tag — swivels the sleek monitor around with practiced efficiency, The screen displaying a dizzying array of color-coded cells, a rainbow of room assignments that might as well be written in ancient Sanskrit for all the sense it makes to him.

Her hot pink nails tap against a particular cluster of boxes.

"But, Mr. Mangione, I can guarantee you a presidential suite on the morning of the twenty-sixth." She offers what's probably meant to be a reassuring smile, all white teeth and customer service training.

Behind him, Hasan's nostrils flare with a sharp huff — a sound of barely contained frustration that hangs in the air between them like a loaded gun, reminding Luigi of every team dinner he'd missed since The Nina Incident, every group chat he'd been quietly removed from, every wedding invitation that ‘got lost in the mail’.

Three years worth of avoidance, now crumbling like a house of cards.

"I booked my room before him."

"Yes, Mr. Piker, but Mr. Mangione paid at full price, whereas you paid with your Amex rewards, so-“ Maria’s fingers flutter nervously between them, her customer service veneer cracking slightly under the weight of their murky shared history she can't possibly understand, but can clearly sense.

Luigi waves his hand, his brows furrowing into deep trenches of both confusion and bitter resignation.

The universe, it seems, has decided to call in all its karmic debts at once, and he finds he can't quite argue with its timing — a part of him has been waiting years for this particular bill to come due.

"You can have the fucking suite," he murmurs, the words tasting like penance as he swipes the key card off the gleaming marble desk. He turns on his heel, his Italian leather loafers squeaking against the polished floor — a pathetic sound that seems to mock the dignity he's trying desperately to maintain as he retreats.

In their mutual, fumbling attempt to not create a spectacle — though the tension radiating between them was already drawing curious glances from the honeymoon couple by the potted palms and waterfall— neither had even considered asking the other groomsmen to swap rooms.

Every suite had been meticulously arranged months ago, a careful puzzle of plus-ones and partners that had probably taken the bride three bottles of rosé and an entire workbook to perfect.

Trading would mean asking someone like Marcus to abandon his room with his very pregnant wife, or convincing Dev to separate from his fiancée who'd flown in from London specifically for this wedding, all because neither of them could swallow their pride, couldn't push past three years of distance and the ghost of Nina Reeves that still haunted every interaction.

The irony wasn't lost on Luigi — how their stubborn silence was about to cost them both a week of comfort, all because admitting they still needed each other felt too much like admitting everything else they'd never said.

Hasan follows down the endless corridor, maintaining a distance that's precisely calibrated to prevent any possibility of small talk — far enough to avoid conversation but close enough to keep Luigi's defeated form in view, whose shoulders have collapsed like a marionette with cut strings, his usually impeccable posture betraying every ounce of resignation as he shoulders through the door with his suitcase scraping against the frame.

"Shit," the whispered curse ricochets off the cream-colored walls, finding Hasan's ears like a warning shot.

He deliberately slows his pace, each footfall against the plush carpet becoming more measured.

"Do I wanna know?" The words slip from Hasan's lips like a prayer to whatever deity might be listening, though he already knows the answer as he finally joins Luigi in the doorway, and the room's ambient lighting does nothing to soften the cruel punchline waiting for them; one singular queen-sized mattress, its pristine white sheets stretched across the space like a surrender flag in a war neither of them wanted to fight.

The last time they'd shared a bed had been during their senior year of college — back when personal space was just a suggestion and friendship meant cold feet pressed against warm calves at 3 AM.

Hasan scrubs his hands over his face, claiming the cushioned chair by the balcony, where Miami's skyline stretches out like a neon fever dream against the darkening sky, the ocean glinting somewhere in the distance, a cruel reminder of how far they are from their old college town, where everything made more sense.

His fingers tap across his phone screen with increasing desperation, dialing every establishment from the five-star resorts on Ocean Drive to the questionable motels tucked behind strip malls, each call ending the same way — a symphony of apologetic voices offering nothing but waitlists and empty promises.

"Who knew so many mother fuckers cared this much about boat shows.” Hasan scoffs, his phone dropping onto the desk with the weight of defeat.

The words catch Luigi off guard — maybe it's the deadpan delivery, or the sheer absurdity of their situation being derailed by yacht enthusiasts, of all things — but something breaks.

A smile cracks through his carefully maintained facade, followed by a chuckle that sounds almost painful, like it's being torn from somewhere deep and forgotten, and then, like a dam finally giving way, Luigi dissolves into full-blown hysterics, the kind of laughter that borders on madness.

It's contagious in its desperation, fueled by three sleepless nights, the constant stream of passive-aggressive texts from his family members, and now this — trapped in a single room with Hasan because apparently half of the world's maritime elite decided Miami was the place to be.

Meanwhile, Hasan attacks the mini-bar like a man on a mission, dropping to his haunches and emerging with a collection of tiny Jack bottles that clink together like wind chimes announcing the death of sobriety.

The silence that eventually settles feels like another presence in the room — awkward and heavy, pressing against their skin like Miami's notorious humidity.

"Here." The word cuts through the thin quiet as Hasan launches a pocket-sized Tito's in a perfect arc onto Luigi's lap, the miniature bottle gleaming accusingly up at him, a tiny glass mediator, until he finally surrenders and sends it burning down his throat.

"We're fucked." Luigi's words land with the finality of a coffin nail, all pretense of civility finally hemorrhaging out between them.

They've run out of space to sidestep the obvious; two men who once shared everything down to the air in their lungs, now forced to share twenty-eight square feet of mattress, whilst whatever they'd been three years ago has calcified into something closer to hatred — or perhaps worse, into that peculiar breed of antipathy reserved for people who've seen all your wounds and know exactly where to press.

The kind of distance that only comes from having once been too close.

Hasan had never received an apology for what happened with Nina, just whispers that slithered through their shared social circle like poison.

He'd responded by vanishing — no calls, no texts, no dramatic confrontations.

Just a clean amputation from everything Luigi.

Sometimes, in the darker hours when sleep wouldn't come, he'd tell himself it was mercy that made him choose silence.

But they both knew better.

The silence was a leash he'd put on himself, because the alternative involved things that good men don't do to their best friends, no matter how thoroughly they've been betrayed; even now, three years later, he can still feel that violence sitting in his chest like a sleeping dog, waiting to be kicked awake.

"Fucked." Hasan echoes, each letter honed to a razor's edge, the word carrying three years' worth of rust and venom. He sits framed by Miami's neon twilight, the city's lights casting him in alternating shades of electric blue and violent pink, creating a tableau that would be breathtaking if it weren't so goddamn brutal.

Somehow, the whole scene only serves to emphasize how thoroughly destroyed he looks.

"We can put pillows between us-“ Luigi starts mapping out desperate solutions like a man searching for exits in a burning room, his eyes darting to every potentially sleepable surface. "I can take the chair." The leather armchair stares back, both of them knowing it's about as comfortable as a medieval torture device. "We can alternate with the floor." His right shoulder lifts in a pathetic half-shrug that dies halfway through, as if even his body can't commit to the suggestion.

"Your back." Hasan's face twists with sodden incredulity, each word dripping with the particular brand of exasperation reserved for someone who still remembers which vertebrae gave Luigi trouble. "You'd fuck your shit up, wouldn't be able to stand for the wedding-“ He pauses, bourbon-warm derision coating his tongue. "Be real."

The command lands like a backhand, heavy with the weight of someone who'd once spent hours working knots out of those same muscles, who still automatically catalogs Luigi's tells when he's hurting despite three years of practiced indifference.

Luigi's hand finds the back of his neck, his eyes climbing the walls to fix on the ceiling as if salvation might be written in the crown molding. "I can go home." The suggestion emerges barely louder than a thought, carrying the weight of surrender.

It's a nuclear option, the idea of facing the disappointment, their friends wedding photos forever marked by his absence.

But standing here, watching Hasan's shoulders carry the tension of a man contemplating murder, it seems like the safer bet; because Luigi remembers the way Hasan's anger works — not in explosive bursts, but in slow, methodical waves that build before they break.

Sharing a bed with someone who has every justified reason to want him dead feels less like an inconvenience and more like testing fate.

But Hasan levels that look at him — the one Luigi hasn't felt against his skin in three years but still recognizes down to his marrow.

A look that could strip paint, that used to precede Hasan systematically dismantling every bad decision Luigi had ever considered making.

A precise architecture of raised eyebrow and flattened mouth, carefully constructed to communicate exactly how spectacularly stupid Hasan finds the suggestion.

"Oh, what a hero." Hasan's features harden again into something lethal, each line of his face etched in acid. His head tilts back, a predator sizing up prey, and Luigi feels the full weight of that gaze like a hand around his throat. "You'd like to end up the good guy in something so desperately, huh? For once." His eyes tear away as if Luigi isn't even worth the continued consideration, fixing instead on Miami's glittering sprawl below. "The one who made the sacrifice."

It's an elegant evisceration, the kind only someone who knows exactly where to cut could manage.

Someone who remembers every time Luigi chose himself, every selfish decision that led them here, every sacrifice that should have been made, but wasn't.

Luigi’s jaw works against words that feel too big for his mouth, muscles jumping beneath skin. "I'm not who I was three years ago, Hasan." The declaration comes out paper-thin, and he hates how his voice betrays him again — how it folds into something small and desperate, like a bird with broken wings trying to convince the wind it's learned to fly differently.

He can feel Hasan's gaze dissecting him, each sweep of those dark eyes cataloging every minute change and damning similarity.

"New coat," Hasan murmurs, the words rough as ground glass and the seal of another mini Jack breaks with a crack that sounds like bones snapping. He tilts the bottle back before delivering the death blow, “Same wolf."

Luigi's lungs forget how to work for a moment, the accusation settling like ice in his chest.

His fingers twitch at his sides — a tell he thought he'd trained himself out of years ago — and he forces them still, but not before Hasan's eyes catch the movement.

Of course they do.

His mouth opens, closes, opens again, but what defense could he possibly offer?

He'd spent three years reconstructing himself from the ground up; new city, new job, new friends who'd never known him as the person who could hurt someone like that.

But standing here, pinned under Hasan's unflinching assessment, all that careful renovation feels like nothing more than expensive wallpaper over rotting walls, and the worst part isn't the judgment — it's the certainty, like Hasan had just been waiting all this time for the moment to confirm what he'd always known; that Luigi's transformation was just another performance, a costume change in a play he'd been running his whole life.

"That's-" A muscle jumps in his jaw as he watches Hasan take another deliberate sip, using the bottle like a shield between them. "That's not fair and you know it." The words come out softer than he wants, lacking the defensive heat they might have had three years ago.

Instead, they’re coming from someone who's spent a thousand sleepless nights cataloging his own sins, who's done the brutal work of facing himself in therapy offices and empty bedrooms.

“You don't know what I’ve-“

He catches himself, because that's exactly the kind of self-serving bullshit the old Luigi would have spun.

He draws in a breath that shakes more than he'd like,"Maybe you're right. Maybe I don't deserve the benefit of the doubt. But I'm trying, Hasan. I've been trying."

From across the room, a bark of laughter escapes Hasan, "Trying." He rolls the word around his mouth like a bitter pill, then drains the last of the Jack as if to wash away the taste. "That's rich." His shoulders coil tight beneath his shirt, tension radiating off him in waves. "You want a gold star for basic human decency? For finally doing the work you should've done-“ He cuts himself off, jaw clenching so hard Luigi can practically hear teeth grinding.

When he speaks again, his voice has dropped to something dangerous and quiet.

“You don't get to stand there and expect me to validate your personal growth, Lu. Not when I was the fucking collateral damage you needed to achieve it." He finally turns, fixing Luigi with eyes that hold too many emotions to name, but pain rises to the surface. "This is not your redemption arc. Not your closure.“

Luigi takes a half-step forward before catching himself, his hand lifting slightly as if to reach out before dropping uselessly to his side.

There's something about the way Hasan is holding himself, like he's physically trying to keep something contained, that makes Luigi's chest ache in a way he thought he'd forgotten how to feel.

He wants to say he's sorry, wants to explain that losing Hasan's friendship hurt just as badly as a true death would have — that he'd wake up sometimes still reaching for his phone to share some stupid meme or inside joke, only to remember.

But those feel like excuses, and they've both had enough of those.

Instead, he says, voice barely above a whisper, "I know. I know I don't deserve-“ He gestures vaguely at the space between them, at this forced proximity neither of them chose. "Any of this. I just-“ The rest of the sentence dissolves in his throat as Hasan finally meets his eyes again, the contact making him forget what he was trying to say — as if he ever knew.

Hasan's grip on the empty bottle tightens until his knuckles bleach white, and the city lights paint shifting patterns across his face, catching in his eyes in a way that makes Luigi’s chest tighten.

For a heartbeat, they're both twenty again, standing in their mutual friends kitchen at 3 AM, that same charged silence stretching between them like a rubber band seconds from the snap.

"You just what?" Hasan's tone is rougher than before, barely controlled. He sets the bottle down with deliberate care, as if he needs his hands free. "Finish your fucking sentence, Luigi."

The three feet between them feels simultaneously like an ocean and like nothing at all, and Luigi's aware of every detail — the way Hasan's shirt pulls across his shoulders with each careful breath, the familiar scent of his cologne, the freckles over the bridge of his nose, the slight tremble in his own hands that he can't quite hide.

"I just-“ Luigi drags a hand through his hair, his heart hammering so hard against his ribcage he's sure Hasan must be able to hear it. "I miss-“ But that's not right, not enough, not after three years of carefully fortified social distances and practiced indifference. He forces himself to meet Hasan's gaze, even though it feels like looking directly into the sun. "I’ve never stopped thinking about the last time we-“

He cuts himself off, because they've never talked about that night.

The night before everything imploded.

The night they'd both had too much to drink and the lines they'd spent years carefully drawing between friendship and something else had blurred beyond recognition.

Hasan takes a step backward like he's been struck, his back hitting the window with a soft thud. "Don't — you don't get to bring up-“ He breaks off, throat working visibly. "That doesn't exist anymore.”

But his eyes betray him, dropping to Luigi's mouth for a fraction of a second before snapping back up; the same way they had that night, right before everything and nothing had changed in equal measure.

Luigi can see Hasan's pulse jumping in his throat, can track the rapid rise and fall of his chest, can read every sign of fight-or-flight tension in the rigid line of his shoulders — It's the same way he looked right before Luigi had reached for him in the dark three years ago, right before they'd both pretended the alcohol and blow was to blame for what happened.

"Hasan," Luigi breathes, and watches something crack in the other man's carefully maintained composure at the sound of his name.

"Shut up," Hasan whispers, but it lacks conviction, sounds more like a last line of defense crumbling. “Just— fuckin’ shut the fuck up, Luigi.”

The distance between them has somehow shrunk without either of them consciously moving; Luigi can see the stubble along Hasan's jaw, the slight tremor in his lower lip, the way his pupils have dilated in the dim light.

Every detail he's spent three years trying to forget.

"Make me.” Luigi retorts, so quietly it's almost inaudible, and watches the other man’s careful control splinter at its edges.

Hasan makes a sound in the back of his throat, something between a growl and a whimper, his hands leaving the window and hovering in the space between them like he's fighting against gravity itself. "I hate you.” he breathes, but his eyes are fixed on Luigi's mouth. “I fucking hate you.”

"Prove it.”

It’s a challenge, a dare, a permission slip all wrapped into one.

The words hang in the air for a fraction of a second before Hasan moves — not with the violence Luigi half-expected, but with something worse; deliberate intent.

His hands find Luigi's face with bruising precision, thumbs pressing into his jawline hard enough to hurt, and Luigi barely has time to register the pressure before Hasan's mouth crashes into his.

It's not a kiss so much as a punishment, teeth catching his lower lip, and Luigi gasps into it, hands scrambling for purchase against Hasan's shirt whilst he walks them backward until Luigi's spine hits the wall, the impact forcing a sound from his throat that makes Hasan's fingers tighten.

There's nothing gentle about it — three years of rage and want concentrated into the press of bodies, the scratch of stubble, the way Hasan's tongue slides against his like he's trying to taste every lie Luigi's ever told.

"Like this?" Hasan pulls back just enough to growl against Luigi's mouth, one hand sliding down to grip his throat with bruising force. "This proof enough for you?" But his voice cracks on the last word, something beneath the fluid anger that makes Luigi's chest ache.

He answers by surging forward, catching Hasan's lower lip between his teeth, swallowing the shocked sound that escapes him and eventually, his hands find Hasan's chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt and pulling until their bodies align like matching pieces.

Hasan retaliates by sliding his hand into Luigi's hair, gripping just this side of too tight, using the leverage to tilt his head back whilst his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath Luigi's jaw — the one he'd discovered that night three years ago — and Luigi's knees nearly buckle at the sensation of teeth against skin.

"I forgot," Luigi gasps, though it's a lie — he hasn't forgotten anything, not the way Hasan's hands feel, not the exact pressure that makes him shake, not a single detail of that night. "Hasan, I-“

"Don't," Hasan warns against his throat, voice wrecked. "Don't you dare try to speak right now." His free hand slides beneath Luigi's shirt, palm burning against bare skin, and Luigi arches into the touch like he's being brought back from the dead. "Not when you're still-“ He cuts himself off by claiming Luigi's mouth again, harder this time, like he's trying to stop whatever truth was about to escape.

The kiss turns desperate, messy, all clashing teeth and shared breaths, Luigi’s hands fumbling with Hasan's shirt buttons, fingers trembling too much to manage them properly until Hasan breaks away with a curse and does it himself, movements sharp with frustrated need.

The sight of skin being revealed makes Luigi's mouth go dry — Hasan's still built like he remembers, maybe even more so.

"Look what you did to me," Hasan says roughly, catching Luigi's wrist when he reaches out to touch. "Three years and I still-“ He drops Luigi's wrist like it burns him, but then his hands are everywhere at once; sliding under Luigi's shirt, mapping ribs and muscle like he's searching for changes, like he's comparing the territory to his memory.

Luigi's head falls back against when Hasan's thumb brushes over his nipple. "Please," he breathes, not even sure what he's begging for. His hips buck forward involuntarily when Hasan's thigh slides between his legs, creating friction that makes both of them groan.

"Still so-“ Hasan bites the words into Luigi's collarbone, marking him. "Still sound exactly the same. Still feel the same.”

Hasan is twisting the knife he'd placed so very lovingly between Luigi's ribs — the knife that says he hasn't changed a bit.

Each rotation strips away the careful layers Luigi has built; the composed smiles at mutual friends' gatherings, the practiced way he says Hasan's name without flinching, the meticulously built walls of a man who's moved on.

According to Hasan, he’s all the same parts, all the same thoughts and feelings; and rendered worthless are all the therapy sessions where he'd learned to breathe through panic attacks, the nights he's cried on his bathroom floor until his throat was raw, his phone ran dry of anyone to rescue him from his own despair.

Different coat, same wolf.

His jaw clenches as he pushes Hasan gently away from him, though it hardly causes him to budge. “I’m not who I was,” his voice is strained, his body desperate with want but his heart telling him to jump ship. “I’m not the same.”

Hasan just drops to his knees in response, rough hands making quick work of Luigi's black belt. He looks at his stiff length once it’s freed with a cruel smirk. "I'm having a hard time seeing any differences." His grip tightens possessively. "Seems like the same cock, too.”

Luigi's head thuds against the wall again, the impact sending starbursts across his vision as the room spins into a dizzying blur as he writhes helplessly where he stands, his cheeks stained a desperate pink that spreads down his neck, with a gentle sheen of sweat that makes his summer-tanned skin glisten in the low light, catching on the hollow of his throat where his pulse races visible and frantic.

"Fuck," he whimpers, the word breaking apart in his mouth as he glances down. His jaw goes slack at the sight — Hasan on his knees, destroying him with the same devastating precision as three years ago — and his heart thunders so violently in his chest he momentarily convinces himself it may very well give out.

Hasan is merciless in how he handles Luigi, wielding twelve years of intimate knowledge like a weapon.

He remembers every spot that makes Luigi whimper, every movement that reduces him to incoherent pleading — the exact pressure of tongue against sensitive flesh, the precise rhythm that makes Luigi's thighs tremble, thumbs pressing deliberately into Luigi's hips, pinning him in place like a shy little butterfly on cork, delicate wings still fluttering in futile resistance. "So fuckin' soft, still, aren't you?" The words vibrate against Luigi's skin, dripping with cruel amusement.

Luigi's hands reach down to thread through Hasan's soft brown waves, tugging with a force that wants to be defiant but comes across desperate instead.

The gesture is meant to prove a point — that he's not the soft, pathetic boy he was three years ago — but his trembling fingers and hitched breathing betray him, transforming what should be dominance into something closer to begging.

"Couldn't get enough of me." Hasan's tongue is devious, wickedly precise as it traces patterns that make Luigi's vision blur. Each movement is warm and wet and methodical, working through a choreography designed to destroy him. "That's what I'd tell myself. Do you know that, Lu?" His brown eyes are dark with cruel satisfaction as they stare up at Luigi's green ones, watching them struggle to focus, to maintain any semblance of control. "Told myself you wanted me so badly, you'd fuck the closest thing to me, to replicate the feeling in your fucked up head."

Luigi's head thumps against the wall again as he whines, the sound raw and unwilling in his throat.

His wrists are caught in Hasan's iron grip, pinned uselessly at his sides, forbidding him even the smallest measure of control anymore — but in a instant, Hasan surges to his feet in one fluid motion, his hand moving from Luigi's wrists to circle his throat once more, thumb pressing against his thundering pulse. "Sound correct?"

It was beyond correct, in fact.

It's the same realization three therapists have come to, each one peeling back his careful excuses until he'd flee to the next, desperate to outrun the diagnosis.

The cycle repeats.

new office, new couch, new sympathetic face watching him spin elaborate theories about why he'd fucked — and then dated — Hasan's ex-girlfriend of seven days.

Each therapist eventually reaches the same conclusion he's been running from — that it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with tasting Hasan secondhand, with pressing his face into sheets that still held traces of his cologne, with trying to piece together some fractured approximation of the man currently pinning him to this wall.

He'd rather start the cycle again, find therapist number four, than admit he's been hopelessly, pathetically, desperately in love with Hasan for over a decade.

"I-" Luigi's voice catches in his throat, trapped under Hasan's fingers and several years of shame. "I didn't-" But the lie dies on his tongue, because they both know. His eyes flutter shut, unable to meet Hasan's knowing gaze. "She tasted like you," he finally whispers, the confession ripped from somewhere raw and bleeding inside him. "She wore your shirts to bed. I thought-" His voice breaks, and when he opens his eyes again, they're bright with unshed tears of humiliation. "I thought if I couldn't have you, I could at least — I could have that."

For a moment, Hasan's grip falters — a microscopic loosening of fingers against Luigi's throat, a brief flash of something unreadable darkening his eyes.

Then his features twist into something cruel, something satisfied, like a cat that's finally cornered the mouse.

"Look at you," he breathes, pressing closer until Luigi can feel every hard line of him. "Finally telling the truth." His thumb traces Luigi's bottom lip, collecting the trembling words he'd just spilled, tongue licking them right up. “Such a desperate little thing, weren't you? Still are." His other hand tightens at Luigi's throat again, a reminder of control. "Did it help?" He nips at Luigi’s chin, nudging his cheek with his nose. "Did it feel like me when you closed your eyes?"

Luigi tries to turn his face away, shame burning hot across his cheeks, but Hasan's grip keeps him firmly in place. "Stop," he whispers, but it comes out broken, unconvincing. His hands come up to grip Hasan's wrist, not quite pushing away, not quite pulling closer. "You already know. Isn't that enough?"

But Hasan's words have cracked something open inside him, something he's spent three years trying to bury.

"It wasn't-" Luigi’s voice dies again, raw and honest in a way that makes him hate himself. "It wasn't even close. Nothing was." The admission feels like swallowing thorns, but he can't stop now. “No one.”

For a moment, something shifts in Hasan's expression again — a softening around his eyes, a slight tremor in the hand that holds Luigi's jaw.

The cruelty melts just enough to show something underneath, something that might be tenderness.

"Lu," he breathes, his thumb tracing Luigi’s cheekbone with unexpected gentleness, like he's remembering how breakable he can be, how earnest his confessions always were. "You always were too honest for your own good."

But the vulnerability in his voice scares him — Hasan retreats back into familiar cruelty, though it's less sharp now, tempered by something warmer.

His grip remains firm but not bruising as he leans in close, lips ghosting over Luigi's temple. "Still wearing your heart where anyone can see it.“

"Fuck me," Luigi breathes, the words falling from his lips like a prayer and a curse combined. His hands clutch at Hasan's shoulders, caught between pushing away and pulling closer.

Hasan's eyes darken, pupils blown wide as he studies Luigi's face. His grip tightens possessively. "Say it again," he demands, voice rough with something between triumph and tenderness. "Say it like you mean it."

Luigi's head tips back against the wall, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. "Please," he whispers, and it sounds like surrender, like coming home, like everything he's spent three years running from. "Please.” He swallows, his thirst tight and dry. “Fuck me.”

The queen mattress that had loomed like a challenge now cradles them both, springs creaking as Hasan presses Luigi into the sheets. His fingers work deep and demanding, slicked messy with spit, while his other hand spans Luigi's lower belly, pinning him in place. From between Luigi's trembling thighs, Hasan drinks in every desperate sound, every twitch and arch of the body he knows better than his own.

The position feels like worship, like penance, like reclaiming something sacred he'd foolishly let slip away.

"Look at you," he murmurs, and for once there's no mockery in his voice — just raw wonder, a hunger unmatched. "Still open up so fuckin’ pretty for me."

Spluttering, heaving, coming apart at every seam — Luigi writhes beneath his touch, each sound torn from his throat more desperate than the last.

The sight of him like this, the Put-Together Software Engineer Luigi stripped bare of pretense and pride, hits Hasan like a blow to the chest.

Beautiful in his devastation, sacred in his surrender.

Like watching a storm break over parched earth, like the first gasp of air after drowning — devastating and vital all at once.

He's a tangle of desperate hands and raw need, reaching for a tenderness Hasan deliberately withholds.

Each rough thrust feels like retribution, like Hasan's trying to fuck three years of abandonment into his skin. And Luigi — Christ, Luigi takes it like he's been starving for it, like every bruising stroke is filling some endless hollow space inside him.

Because it is.

His body yields and demands all at once, welcoming the punishment even as he arches up seeking more, seeking closer, seeking everything Hasan won't give him yet whilst each impact draws a sound from his throat that's half-sob, half-plea, his fingers scrabbling uselessly against Hasan's shoulders, trying to pull him down into something more intimate than this calculated devastation.

"Could have always been us," Hasan growls against his throat, teeth marking constellations of possession into tanned skin.

Each bruise blooms like a confession, like pages from their shared history written in purple and red. This — this has always been the only violence Hasan would allow himself with Luigi, even at his angriest. "I was yours before you even knew it." The admission tears from him rough and raw, pressed into Luigi's skin like a brand. "All in. Always was. You're the one who ran."

Luigi tries to swallow back what might be a sob, might be a broken laugh, arm thrown across his eyes like he can hide from this moment, from the truth spilling out between them.

"What about now?" He sounds young again, still that same scared boy from three years ago, still trying to shield his heart even as he offers it up. His other hand clutches at Hasan's shoulder, caught between pushing away and pulling closer, trembling with the effort of holding himself together while Hasan takes him apart.

Hasan stills for a moment, his breath hot against Luigi's neck as he reaches up, gently but firmly pulling Luigi's arm away from his eyes. "Look at me," he demands, but his voice has gone soft around the edges. "Now? I'm gonna fuckin’ keep you." His thumb traces Luigi's Cupids bow, an unexpected tenderness in the gesture that makes his next words burn hotter. "And if you run again, I'll find you. I'll always find you." It's both promise and threat, his hips rolling slow and deep as if to punctuate each word.

"Yours," Luigi gasps, the word breaking on a whimper as Hasan's slower pace drags sparks up his spine. Each thrust now is deep and deliberate, making him feel every inch, every moment. His voice has gone high and thin, desperate in a different way now — less frantic, more undone. "Yours, please — I’m yours."

He's babbling now, one hand tangled in Hasan's hair, the other clutching at his back.

The slower rhythm is maddening, too much and not enough, making him feel everything he's been running from.

When Hasan shifts just slightly, hitting that perfect angle, Luigi arches up with a broken cry, and his body goes taut, trembling on the edge for one suspended moment before he comes untouched, Hasan's name falling from his lips like salvation, his belly growing with warmth as Hasan fills him with all the love they’ve kept from each other for three whole years.

Thanks for reading xox

#if this doesn’t appeal to you don’t read it xo #I’m going to take a wild guess #and cap this note count at 20???#idk do we have at least 20 lil freaks?#luigi mangione fanfic #req #let’s ride #Luigi x Hasan #lasan

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manga-maniac · 7 months ago

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This is a recipe I started making after I left South-Africa - Chicken Soup and Rice

Ingredients:

1 whole of each Green, Red, Yellow, and Orange Bell Peppers, cut into bite-sized pieces

If you have dietary restrictions feel free to veto the peppers you can't eat

1 half of/an entire purple onion, OR 1 entire shallot. Minced, set aside

Several cloves of garlic about an entire bulb, or several tablespoons of garlic. really just as much as your heart desires. Maybe a little more, who's gonna check you? minced preferably, but it doesn't really matter as long as it's in there.

1 bag of baby rainbow carrots (about 1 or 2 cups) if possible (genuinely any color is fine but the more colorful the ingredients the more your brain will be excited to eat it!), if you get the baby carrots you can just rinse and throw them in there, otherwise I suggest chopping them into small bite-sized pieces (or any preferred size really, and peeled if necessary)

no but literally any kind of carrots will do, they all taste the same, I prefer a bag of mixed carrots because they're nice. But whole carrots are perfectly fine.

1 full stalk of celery, chopped, and rinsed.

White rice. Of any kind, but I prefer jasmine. WASH YOUR RICE! There can be parasites in there and it also gets rid of the excess starch.

You'll want roughly 5lbs of your preffered potatoes. You can use any kind you want, well besides sweet potatoes, obviously. I prefer "baking/roasting potatoes" that come in red/purple-ish and are already small enough to rinse and chop into bite-sized pieces.

There should be enough that you can get some in every other bite but not too much.

Potatoes are optional as well

1 16 ounce can of crushed tomatoes

(Both cans of tomatoes can be substituted for the other if you're out of one)

1 16 ounce can of diced tomatoes

About 8 raw chicken breasts or 16 tenders

(this is optional though, you can make this whole recipe vegan)

1 can of tomato paste

(optional, but it thickens the broth)

34 ounces of broth, either vegetable or chicken broth. You can also use bone broth homemade broth, it really don't matter it'll taste good.

Garlic powder, onion powder, dried parsley, paprika, turmeric powder, and salt to taste.

You’ll be adding them at least twice in this recipe

Basically, you'll be adding a metric fuckton of these spices and herbs

a little pinch of cinnamon and nutmeg powder, ginger if you or anyone around is sick and/or it's sick season, not too much.

Any kind of regular cooking oil

A pinch or two of sugar…

a dash of Worcestershire sauce

! tablespoon of coconut aminos or half that amount of soy sauce

Instructions:

Preheat the oven to 350° (You can cook your chicken however you want really, this is just imo the best way when it comes to soup. But it's up to you)

Rinse the chicken thoroughly, pat dry with a paper towel.

Add the garlic powder, onion powder, dried parsley, paprika, turmeric powder, and salt to taste, if you're using ginger add it here to the chicken and then the oil followed by mixing the seasoning and covering it completely in the seasonings adding more if necessary. I prefer to marinate my chicken in the freezer if I can, or overnight but you don't have to!

Bake the chicken for about 25-30 or so minutes until the chicken is cooked (IF YOU SEE A LOT OF PINK IT ISN'T DONE COOK IT LONGER, if it's barely any at all then it's fine and if you're not sure which one it is just err on the safe side and cook it longer, but don't worry too much!) Set aside to cool a little. Shred or cube the chicken when you get the chance!

Chop and peel all the vegetables, place carrots, celery, potatoes (you don't need to peel them if you got the roasting potatoes btw) to the side.

Cook garlic in a large deep pan for about 30 seconds until fragrant and add onion and seasonings at around the same time. Cook while stirring until the onion is translucent.

Add peppers, fry until they're softened, stirring occasionally.

Once cooked add diced and crushed tomatoes and stir until incorporated.

Add it all into a big pot, along with the other vegetables, your chosen broth (And tomato paste if you're using it.)

Stir, add more seasoning and a small SMALL handful of sugar. Place a lid on top, stirring occasionally until potatoes are cooked, about 25 minutes give or take.

Rinse your rice by putting it in a sift or a large container, and rinse it until the water is pretty much clear (about two to four times give or take.)

Cook rice according to package directions but add the main seasonings before you top it with the lid as you cannot add them after, and removing the lid while cooking rice ruins it.

Add the cubed/shredded chicken.

Then just cook the soup until the potatoes are done, and fork smashable.

Remove from heat, serve over rice, LET IT COOL OFF FOR A BIT BECAUSE IT WILL BE BOILING HOT TRUST ME (or add one or two ice cubes ig lol), and enjoy!!

Also you can have this for breakfast and add a fried egg on top, it's so good, 12/10 best recipe ever

#chicken recipe #chicken soup #recipe #food #this stuff tastes so good it's advictive

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darksuitthing · 11 months ago

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🌞🐾 Summer Diet for Pets with 5 Hydrating Foods 🐾🌞

As temperatures soar, pet owners need to protect their four-legged friends (for dogs and cats) from the heat. Hey Pet Lovers, Here are 5 hydrating foods easily available which you must give to help keep your furry friends cool in this hot summer.

Watermelon: This is a hydrating powerhouse, containing 92% water. Ensure to remove all seeds and rinds to prevent choking hazards or digestive issues.

Cucumber: With over 90% water content, these are crunchy, refreshing, and an excellent hydrating snack for both dogs and cats. Serve them sliced, chopped, or even frozen for an extra cool treat on sweltering days.

Bottle gourd: Shred them raw, steam them, or incorporate them into your pet’s food for a hydrating boost.

Tender coconut: Rich in electrolytes like potassium, it is very hydrating and easily digestible. Offer plain, unsweetened coconut water in small amounts to ensure your pet tolerates it well.

Bone broth: which is an excellent option to keep your pet hydrated, especially if they're not fond of fruits and veggies.

Pet parents commonly turn to treats to comfort and indulge their pets, regardless of the season. Treats, when served thoughtfully, can provide hydration, support training, and offer mental stimulation, enriching your pet's summer experience.

#petcare #pet parent #pet care #pets #petwellness #summertime #summercareforpets #pet food #my pets #cute pets #cat care #cute cats

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pronutp · 1 year ago

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10 Delicious Peanut Butter Recipes You Need to Try Today

Peanut butter is more than just a spread; it's a versatile ingredient that can elevate both savoury and sweet dishes. From comforting classics to innovative treats, discover 10 delightful ways to incorporate this pantry staple into your culinary adventures. If you're looking to buy peanut butter, choose a quality brand to enhance these recipes further.

Peanut Butter & Apple Jaffle

Indulge in the perfect pairing of peanut butter and apples with this comforting toasted sandwich. Quick and easy to make with just five ingredients, it's a nutritious snack that's ready in minutes. This recipe highlights how simple ingredients can transform into something delicious, making it one of the best healthy peanut butter recipes.

Ingredients:

Peanut butter

Sliced apples

Bread

Butter

Cinnamon (optional)

Instructions:

Spread peanut butter on one slice of bread.

Layer sliced apples on top.

Sprinkle with cinnamon if desired.

Top with another slice of bread.

Spread butter on the outside of the sandwich.

Toast in a jaffle maker or sandwich press until golden brown.

Enjoy warm.

Peanut Butter Bread

Satisfy your cravings with a slice of homemade peanut butter bread. This simple recipe combines the sweetness of peanut butter with the comfort of freshly baked bread, perfect for breakfast or as a snack.

Ingredients:

Peanut butter

Flour

Baking powder

Sugar

Milk

Instructions:

Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C).

In a bowl, mix flour, baking powder, and sugar.

Add peanut butter and milk, and stir until combined.

Pour the batter into a greased loaf pan.

Bake for 45-50 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the centre comes out clean.

Allow to cool before slicing.

Peanut Butter Granola

Start your day right with a hearty bowl of peanut butter granola. Packed with oats, nuts, and a generous serving of peanut butter, this crunchy treat pairs perfectly with yogurt or milk for a satisfying breakfast or snack.

Ingredients:

Rolled oats

Peanut butter

Honey

Nuts (optional)

Dried fruit (optional)

Instructions:

Preheat the oven to 300°F (150°C).

In a bowl, mix oats, peanut butter, and honey until well combined.

Spread the mixture evenly on a baking sheet.

Bake for 20-25 minutes, stirring occasionally, until golden brown.

Allow to cool before adding nuts and dried fruit if desired.

Store in an airtight container.

Satay Veggie Pies

Experience the savoury side of peanut butter with these delicious satay veggie pies. Packed with flavorful vegetables and a creamy peanut sauce, they're perfect for lunch or as a crowd-pleasing appetiser.

Ingredients:

Puff pastry sheets

Mixed vegetables (e.g., bell peppers, carrots, broccoli)

Peanut butter

Coconut milk

Curry paste

Instructions:

Preheat the oven to 375°F (190°C).

Roll out puff pastry sheets and cut into squares.

In a saucepan, sauté mixed vegetables until tender.

In a separate pan, combine peanut butter, coconut milk, and curry paste to make the satay sauce.

Spoon the vegetable mixture onto the pastry squares.

Drizzle with satay sauce.

Fold the pastry over the filling to form a pie.

Bake for 20-25 minutes, or until golden brown.

Serve hot.

Peanut Butter & Raspberry Scones

Elevate the classic scone with a delightful combination of peanut butter and tangy raspberries. These tender treats are perfect for afternoon tea or a sweet breakfast indulgence.

Ingredients:

Flour

Peanut butter

Sugar

Butter

Raspberries

Milk

Instructions:

Preheat the oven to 400°F (200°C).

In a bowl, mix flour, sugar, and butter until crumbly.

Stir in peanut butter until well combined.

Gently fold in raspberries.

Add milk and mix until a dough forms.

Shape dough into rounds and place on a baking sheet.

Bake for 15-18 minutes, or until golden brown.

Serve warm with butter and jam.

Peanut Butter Lamingtons

Put a unique twist on a classic Australian treat with peanut butter lamingtons. These indulgent sponge cakes are coated in chocolate and shredded coconut, with a creamy peanut butter filling that's sure to impress.

Ingredients:

Sponge cake squares

Peanut butter

Chocolate icing

Shredded coconut

Instructions:

Slice sponge cake squares in half horizontally.

Spread peanut butter on one half and sandwich with the other.

Dip each sandwiched cake into chocolate icing, ensuring it's fully coated.

Roll in shredded coconut until covered.

Place on a wire rack to set.

Serve and enjoy.

Chocolate, Peanut Butter & Oat Biscuit Sandwich

Indulge your sweet tooth with these decadent peanut butter biscuit sandwiches. Rich chocolate biscuits sandwich a creamy peanut butter filling, creating a delightful treat that's perfect for sharing.

Ingredients:

Chocolate biscuits

Peanut butter

Oats

Honey

Butter

Instructions:

In a bowl, mix peanut butter, oats, honey, and butter until smooth.

Spread the mixture onto half of the chocolate biscuits.

Top with the remaining biscuits to form sandwiches.

Serve immediately or store in an airtight container.

Peanut Butter Brownies

Indulge in the irresistible combination of peanut butter and chocolate with these decadent brownies. Rich, fudgy, and utterly delicious, they're the perfect treat for any occasion.

Ingredients:

Chocolate

Peanut butter

Butter

Sugar

Eggs

Flour

Instructions:

Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C).

In a saucepan, melt chocolate, peanut butter, and butter until smooth.

Remove from heat and stir in sugar.

Beat in eggs one at a time.

Stir in flour until just combined.

Pour the batter into a greased baking dish.

Bake for 25-30 minutes, or until set.

Allow to cool before slicing into squares.

Peanut Butter Muesli Bars

Whip up a batch of these delicious muesli bars for a quick and easy snack on the go. Packed with oats, nuts, and a generous serving of peanut butter, they're sure to keep you satisfied.

Ingredients:

Rolled oats

Peanut butter

Honey

Nuts

Dried fruit

Instructions:

In a bowl, mix oats, nuts, and dried fruit.

In a saucepan, heat peanut butter and honey until smooth.

Pour the peanut butter mixture over the dry ingredients and mix well.

Press the mixture into a lined baking dish.

Bake for 20-25 minutes, or until golden brown.

Allow to cool before slicing into bars.

Hot Banana & Peanut Butter Weet-Bix Porridge

Start your day off right with a warm and comforting bowl of peanut butter Weet-Bix porridge. Packed with protein and fibre, it's a nutritious and delicious way to fuel your morning.

Ingredients:

Weet-Bix

Peanut butter

Bananas

Milk

Honey (optional)

Instructions:

Crush Weet-Bix into a bowl.

Mash bananas and add to the bowl.

Stir in peanut butter and milk.

Microwave for 1-2 minutes, or until heated through.

Drizzle with honey if desired.

Serve hot.

Conclusion:

Peanut butter is a versatile ingredient that adds richness and flavour to both sweet and savoury dishes. From indulgent desserts to wholesome breakfasts, there are countless ways to enjoy this beloved spread. By incorporating peanut butter into your cooking and baking, you can elevate your culinary creations and delight your taste buds.

FAQs:

Can I use natural peanut butter in these recipes?

Yes, natural peanut butter works well in these recipes and adds a delicious nutty flavour.

Are these recipes suitable for vegetarians?

Most of these recipes are vegetarian-friendly, but be sure to check the ingredients to ensure they align with your dietary preferences.

Can I substitute almond butter for peanut butter?

Yes, almond butter can be substituted for peanut butter in most of these recipes for a different flavour profile.

Can I make these recipes gluten-free?

Many of these recipes can be made gluten-free by using gluten-free flour or oats. Be sure to check the labels of your ingredients to ensure they are gluten-free.

How should I store these dishes?

Store these dishes in an airtight container in the refrigerator for optimal freshness. They can also be frozen for longer storage.

This collection showcases how peanut butter can transform a variety of dishes, proving it's a must-have ingredient for any kitchen. Whether you're a fan of sweet or savory, there's something here that will satisfy your cravings and introduce new flavors to your table.

#peanut butter #pronut peanut butter #10 Delicious Peanut Butter Recipes

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homeremediesforhealth · 1 year ago

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Top 5 Keto-Friendly Desserts That Won't Ruin Your Diet

Introduction

In the world of dietary regimens, the ketogenic diet stands out for its focus on high-fat, low-carb eating. It's a lifestyle that emphasizes the consumption of healthy fats and restricts carbohydrates to induce a state of ketosis, where the body burns fat for fuel instead of glucose. While adhering to this diet can be challenging, especially for those with a sweet tooth, the availability of keto-friendly desserts makes the journey more enjoyable and sustainable.

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Understanding Keto-Friendly Desserts

When it comes to desserts suitable for a ketogenic diet, certain criteria must be met to ensure they align with the principles of the regimen. Keto-friendly desserts are typically low in carbohydrates and sugar while being rich in healthy fats. They often utilize alternative sweeteners and flours that have minimal impact on blood sugar levels. Common ingredients found in keto desserts include almond flour, coconut flour, cocoa powder, and sugar substitutes like erythritol or stevia.

Top 5 Keto-Friendly Desserts

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Keto Chocolate Avocado Mousse

This decadent dessert combines ripe avocados with cocoa powder, coconut milk, and a low-carb sweetener to create a creamy and indulgent mousse. Avocados provide a creamy texture and healthy fats, while cocoa powder adds rich chocolate flavor without the added sugar.

Low-Carb Cheesecake with Almond Flour Crust

A classic dessert gets a keto-friendly makeover with this recipe featuring a buttery almond flour crust and a creamy, tangy cheesecake filling sweetened with erythritol or stevia. It's the perfect balance of sweetness and richness without the carb-laden guilt.

Sugar-Free Coconut Macaroons

These chewy and coconutty treats are made with shredded coconut, egg whites, and a sugar-free sweetener. They're easy to whip up and satisfy cravings for something sweet and satisfying without derailing ketosis.

Berry Chia Seed Pudding

Chia seeds are a nutritional powerhouse, packed with fiber, protein, and healthy fats. When combined with unsweetened almond milk, vanilla extract, and a touch of low-carb sweetener, they transform into a creamy pudding base that pairs perfectly with fresh berries for a refreshing and guilt-free dessert option.

Almond Flour Brownies

Indulge your chocolate cravings with these fudgy almond flour brownies that are both keto-friendly and delicious. Almond flour provides a moist and tender texture, while sugar substitutes like erythritol or monk fruit keep the carb count low without sacrificing sweetness.

Benefits of Keto-Friendly Desserts

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Incorporating keto-friendly desserts into your meal plan offers several advantages beyond satisfying your sweet tooth. These desserts help curb cravings for sugary treats while keeping you in ketosis, making it easier to stick to your dietary goals. Additionally, they provide alternative options for individuals with dietary restrictions, such as those following gluten-free or diabetic-friendly diets.

Tips for Making Keto-Friendly Desserts

When making keto-friendly desserts at home, it's essential to choose ingredients wisely to ensure they fit within your carb limits. Opt for low-carb sweeteners like stevia, erythritol, or monk fruit instead of sugar. Incorporate high-fat ingredients such as coconut oil, avocado, or cream cheese to boost the fat content and keep you feeling satisfied.

Precautions and Considerations

While keto-friendly desserts can be a delicious addition to your meal plan, it's crucial to practice moderation and be mindful of portion sizes. Even though they're low in carbs, overconsumption of keto desserts can still lead to excess calorie intake, which may hinder weight loss efforts. Additionally, always check ingredient labels for hidden sugars and carbs, as some products marketed as "sugar-free" may still contain hidden sources of carbohydrates.

Where to Find Keto-Friendly Dessert Recipes

If you're looking for inspiration or new recipe ideas, there are plenty of resources available for finding keto-friendly dessert recipes. Online keto recipe blogs and websites offer a wealth of creative and delicious options, ranging from simple no-bake treats to elaborate baked goods. Additionally, many keto cookbooks and recipe collections feature dessert chapters filled with mouthwatering sweets to satisfy your cravings.

Experimenting with Flavor Variations

One of the joys of cooking and baking on a ketogenic diet is the opportunity to experiment with different flavor combinations and ingredients. Whether you prefer classic flavors like chocolate and vanilla or more adventurous combinations like matcha or lavender, there's no shortage of options to explore. Don't be afraid to get creative and add spices, extracts, or nuts to your desserts for added flavor and texture without the extra carbs.

Incorporating Keto-Friendly Desserts into Meal Plans

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When planning your meals on a ketogenic diet, don't forget to include keto-friendly desserts as part of your overall dietary strategy. By incorporating these treats into your meal plan, you can enjoy delicious sweets while staying within your carb limits and maintaining ketosis. Just remember to balance your dessert choices with nutrient-dense meals that provide essential vitamins, minerals, and macronutrients for optimal health and well-being.

Conclusion

Keto-friendly desserts offer a delicious and satisfying way to indulge your sweet cravings while staying true to your dietary goals. From rich and creamy mousses to chewy coconut macaroons, there's a keto-friendly dessert for every palate and preference. By choosing high-quality ingredients, practicing moderation, and getting creative in the kitchen, you can enjoy delicious sweets without ruining your diet.

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Can baby bath care products be used on newborns, or should parents wait until a certain age?

In the tender embrace of parenthood, every decision is guided by an overwhelming desire to provide the best possible care for our little ones, especially when it comes to their delicate skin. As newborns enter the world, their skin is at its most fragile, requiring the utmost gentleness and care. Amidst the myriad choices available, parents often wonder: can baby bath care products be used on newborns, or should they wait until a certain age? In this guide, we explore this question in depth, shedding light on the importance of gentle skincare for newborns and how Root and Soil's natural baby products offer the perfect solution for nurturing their delicate skin from the very first moments of life.

Understanding Newborn Skin

Newborn skin is a marvel of nature, soft, smooth, and exquisitely delicate. Unlike adult skin, which has had time to develop its protective barrier, newborn skin is thinner, more porous, and prone to dryness and irritation. The vernix caseosa, a waxy substance that coats the skin in utero, provides a temporary barrier against moisture loss and protects the skin from the harsh environment of the womb. However, once born, this protective layer begins to dissipate, leaving the skin vulnerable to external irritants and moisture loss.

Given the unique characteristics of newborn skin, it's natural for parents to wonder if baby bath care products are suitable for use from birth. While some products may be formulated specifically for newborns, others may contain ingredients that could be too harsh or irritating for their delicate skin. As such, parents need to exercise caution and opt for products that are gentle, natural, and free from potentially harmful ingredients.

Introducing Baby Bath Care Products

When it comes to introducing baby bath care products to newborns, the key is gentleness. While water alone is often sufficient for cleaning a newborn's delicate skin in the early days, there may come a time when parents wish to incorporate gentle cleansers and moisturizers into their baby's skincare routine. When choosing baby bath care products for newborns, it's essential to look for formulations that are specifically designed for their delicate skin and free from harsh chemicals, fragrances, and other potential irritants.

Root and Soil understands the unique needs of newborn skin and has crafted a range of natural baby products that are perfectly suited for use from birth. Their gentle baby wash, infused with soothing chamomile and oat extracts, provides a mild and nourishing cleanse without stripping the skin of its natural oils. Free from harsh chemicals and artificial fragrances, it offers parents peace of mind knowing they're using only the gentlest ingredients on their precious newborn's skin.

Similarly, Root and Soil's moisturizing baby lotion, enriched with shea butter and coconut oil, provides much-needed hydration and protection for newborn skin. Its lightweight, non-greasy formula absorbs quickly, leaving the skin feeling soft, smooth, and nourished. Whether used after bath time or for daily moisturizing, it offers a gentle and soothing experience for both baby and parent alike.

The Importance of Gentle Skincare

In the early days of life, when every touch is imbued with love and tenderness, gentle skincare is paramount. By choosing natural baby products that are specially formulated for newborn skin, parents can nurture and protect their little one's delicate skin from the very beginning. Root and Soil's commitment to purity and transparency ensures that parents can trust in the quality and safety of their products, allowing them to embrace bath time as a moment of connection and bonding with their newborn.

In Conclusion

Navigating the world of baby bath care can be overwhelming, especially for new parents. However, with Root and Soil's natural baby products, parents can rest assured knowing they're providing the gentlest care for their precious newborn's delicate skin. From their soothing baby wash to their moisturizing baby lotion, each product is thoughtfully crafted to nurture and protect, offering parents peace of mind and babies the love and care they deserve from the very first moments of life. With Root and Soil by their side, bath time becomes more than just a routine – it becomes a cherished opportunity for connection, love, and gentle beginnings.

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Innovative Comfort Food: Rediscovering Classics with Purple Sweet Potato

In the world of comfort food, there's something deeply satisfying about rediscovering classic dishes and giving them a modern twist. One ingredient that's been making waves in the culinary world is the purple sweet potato. With its vibrant color and rich flavor, purple sweet potatoes offer a unique and delicious way to reinvent old favorites. In this article, we'll explore the innovative world of comfort food, highlighting the versatility of purple sweet potatoes and showcasing creative recipes that are sure to delight your taste buds.

The Rise of Purple Sweet Potatoes

Purple sweet potatoes, also known as Okinawan sweet potatoes, have been gaining popularity in recent years due to their stunning appearance and nutritional benefits. Originally from Okinawa, Japan, these vibrant tubers are now grown and enjoyed around the world. With their deep purple flesh and naturally sweet flavor, Sweet Potato Recipe add a pop of color and a touch of sweetness to any dish.

Exploring the Versatility of Purple Sweet Potatoes

Nutritional Value

Purple sweet potatoes are not only visually striking but also packed with nutrients. They're rich in vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants, making them a nutritious addition to any diet. From vitamin C to fiber to anthocyanins, purple sweet potatoes offer a wide range of health benefits, including improved digestion, enhanced immunity, and reduced inflammation.

Culinary Uses

One of the great things about purple sweet potatoes is their versatility in the kitchen. They can be used in both sweet and savory dishes, adding color, flavor, and nutrition to a variety of recipes. Whether mashed, roasted, baked, or pureed, purple sweet potatoes lend themselves well to a wide range of culinary creations, from soups and salads to desserts and beyond.

Revamping Classic Comfort Foods with Purple Sweet Potatoes

Purple Sweet Potato Mac and Cheese

Give this childhood favorite a colorful twist by incorporating purple sweet potatoes into the creamy cheese sauce. Simply boil or steam purple sweet potatoes until tender, then puree them until smooth and stir them into the cheese sauce along with cooked pasta. The result is a vibrant and flavorful dish that's sure to satisfy even the pickiest eaters.

Purple Sweet Potato Gnocchi

Elevate homemade gnocchi with the addition of purple sweet potatoes. Simply mash cooked purple sweet potatoes with flour, egg, and salt until a dough forms, then roll it out and cut it into bite-sized pieces. Boil the gnocchi until they float to the surface, then toss them with your favorite sauce for a delicious and colorful twist on this classic Italian dish.

Purple Sweet Potato Pancakes

Start your day off right with a stack of fluffy purple sweet potato pancakes. Simply mix cooked and mashed purple sweet potatoes into your favorite pancake batter, then cook them on a hot griddle until golden brown and cooked through. Serve them with maple syrup and fresh fruit for a delicious and nutritious breakfast that's sure to impress.

Traditional Sweet Potato Recipes with a Twist

Sweet Potato and Kale Quiche

Add a healthy twist to this brunch classic by incorporating sweet potatoes and kale into the filling. Simply sauté diced sweet potatoes and chopped kale until tender, then mix them with eggs, cheese, and seasonings before pouring the mixture into a pie crust and baking until set. The result is a savory and satisfying dish that's perfect for any meal of the day.

Sweet Potato and Black Bean Tacos

Put a flavorful spin on taco night with these sweet potato and black bean tacos. Simply roast diced sweet potatoes until caramelized and tender, then toss them with seasoned black beans, salsa, and your favorite taco toppings. Serve them in warm tortillas for a delicious and nutritious meal that's sure to please the whole family.

Sweet Potato and Coconut Curry

Warm up on a chilly night with a bowl of comforting sweet potato and coconut curry. Simply simmer diced sweet potatoes in a fragrant coconut milk-based broth along with onions, garlic, ginger, and your favorite curry spices until tender. Serve the curry over rice or noodles for a hearty and satisfying meal that's bursting with flavor.

Incorporating Purple Sweet Potatoes into Everyday Cooking

When it comes to incorporating purple sweet potatoes into your everyday cooking, the possibilities are endless. From soups and stews to salads and sandwiches, purple sweet potatoes can add color, flavor, and nutrition to a wide range of dishes. To make the most of this versatile ingredient, consider meal planning and batch cooking to ensure you always have Purple Sweet Potato Recipe on hand for quick and easy meals.

Conclusion

In conclusion, purple sweet potatoes offer a delicious and nutritious way to rediscover classic comfort foods and add a modern twist to your favorite recipes. Whether you're craving creamy mac and cheese, pillowy gnocchi, or fluffy pancakes, purple sweet potatoes are sure to elevate your culinary creations and delight your taste buds. So why not embrace the innovative world of comfort food and rediscover the joy of cooking with purple sweet potatoes?

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1. MOST POPULAR FOODS IN INDIA

1. Chicken Dum Biryani

Chicken Dum Biryani is like a party of flavors in one pot! Picture this: yummy basmati rice with super-tasty chicken and Chicken Leg pieces, all cooked slowly until it's just perfect. There's a mix of nice-smelling spices, like cardamom and cinnamon, making the whole kitchen smell amazing. We add onions, tomatoes, and yogurt for extra yumminess, and a bit of ghee or oil for that special touch. Every bite is a mix of tender chicken and tasty rice – it's like a food celebration.

2. Masala Dosa

Masala Dosa is like a crispy pancake filled with spiced potatoes. The pancake has a tangy kick because it's made with fermented batter. The potato filling has mustard seeds, cumin, and curry leaves for extra flavor. When you eat it with coconut chutney and sambar, it's like a crunchy and tasty meal that makes you happy

3. Butter chicken

Butter Chicken is like a warm hug for your taste buds. It's all about juicy chicken in a creamy, buttery tomato sauce. we add yogurt to give it a juicy look. when we take into our hands its like a souring sausage. We add spices like garam masala and fenugreek leaves to make it extra tasty. It's like comfort food that you can scoop up with naan or rice – just pure deliciousness

4. Panipuri

Pani Puri is like tiny, tasty snacks that fit in one bite! They're little, crispy balls filled with spiced potatoes and tangy tamarind water. Pani is the main ingredient to give variety flavored taste to our mouth. When you eat one, it's like a burst of sweet, spicy, and tangy flavors all together. Pani Puri is like a mini adventure for your taste buds that makes you happy.

somosa

Samosa is like a crispy, triangular delight! Picture this: a thin, crunchy outer layer filled with a mix of spiced potatoes and peas. It's like a flavorful pocket of happiness. when u eat by mixing somosa in tomato sauce it gives a mouthful delicious flavor When you take a bite, you get a taste of the warm and savory filling with a hint of spices. Samosa is like a classic snack that's both crispy and tasty – a bite-sized treat that's hard to resist.

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digitalboy562 · 1 year ago

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Deliciously Simple Keto Recipes for a Healthy Lifestyle

Embarking on a keto journey doesn't mean sacrificing flavor or satisfaction. In this guide, we'll explore easy and delicious keto recipes that make sticking to a low-carb lifestyle a breeze. Whether you're a seasoned keto enthusiast or just starting, these simple recipes will add a burst of flavor to your meals without compromising your health goals.

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Keto Avocado and Bacon Egg Cups: Start your day with a tasty and filling breakfast. Cut an avocado in half, scoop out a bit of the flesh, and crack an egg into the hollow. Add crispy bacon on top and bake until the egg is cooked to your liking. It's a hearty and satisfying way to kick off your morning.

Zucchini Noodles with Pesto: Craving pasta? Swap traditional noodles for zucchini noodles, also known as zoodles. Sauté the zoodles in olive oil until they're tender but still have a bit of crunch. Top with homemade pesto for a flavorful and keto-friendly pasta alternative.

Cheesy Cauliflower Casserole: Cauliflower is a versatile keto substitute, and this cheesy cauliflower casserole is a crowd-pleaser. Steam cauliflower until tender, mix with cream, butter, and your favorite shredded cheese. Bake until golden and bubbly for a comforting side dish.

Grilled Lemon Garlic Chicken: Elevate your protein game with grilled lemon garlic chicken. Marinate chicken breasts in a mixture of lemon juice, minced garlic, and olive oil. Grill until fully cooked, and enjoy a burst of citrusy and savory flavors without the carbs.

Keto-Friendly Chocolate Avocado Mousse: Satisfy your sweet tooth with a keto-friendly chocolate avocado mousse. Blend ripe avocados with cocoa powder, a low-carb sweetener, and a splash of almond milk until smooth. Chill in the fridge for a rich and indulgent dessert.

Creamy Spinach and Artichoke Dip: For a savory snack, whip up a creamy spinach and artichoke dip. Combine cream cheese, sour cream, cooked spinach, and chopped artichoke hearts. Bake until bubbly, and serve with cucumber slices or other keto-friendly veggies.

Keto-Friendly Taco Bowls: Missing tacos on keto? Create a taco bowl by layering seasoned ground meat (like beef or turkey) over a bed of lettuce. Top with shredded cheese, diced tomatoes, avocado slices, and a dollop of sour cream for a satisfying and low-carb alternative.

Keto Berry Chia Seed Pudding: Enjoy a refreshing dessert or breakfast with keto berry chia seed pudding. Mix chia seeds with unsweetened almond milk and let it sit until it thickens. Add your favorite low-carb berries and a sprinkle of shredded coconut for a delightful treat.

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Conclusion:

Transitioning to a keto lifestyle doesn't mean sacrificing taste or variety. With these simple and delicious recipes, you can savor a range of flavors while staying true to your low-carb goals. Experiment with these ideas, get creative in the kitchen, and make your keto journey both enjoyable and satisfying.

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Hey! i was wondering if you'd write a fluffy bucky x reader where they're at the party thing with sams family and after seeing Bucky with sams nephew's the reader suggests having kids of their own

bucky... with kids yes omg 🥺

Cake | B. Barnes

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Bucky swiftly dodges AJ and Cass, successfully keeping the cake in his hand. You follow close behind, laughing as you high five the two boys.

“Staying out of trouble I hope?” You asked.

Both boys nod, “You know it!”

“I’ll pay you in cake if you tackle Uncle Sam,” You said, smirking.

“Done!” They chime, running towards Sam. They scream as they jump on him, Sam stumbling back as you come to a stand next to Bucky.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “How much did you bribe them?”

You shrug, “a few pieces of cake.”

“Barnes!” Sam shouts, once he escapes his nephew’s. He points at you. “You are so in for it!”

AJ and Cass laugh, running to the opposite end of the dock, where their mom waits for them.

Sam strolls over to you and you laugh, leaning in to hug him.

“Good to see you,” You said, pulling back and leaning on Bucky.

“I would say the same, but I’ve just been brutally attacked upon arrival.”

“Cake is cake.”

“Speaking of which.” Sam grabs the cake from Bucky’s hands, “What’s in it?”

“Coconut.”

Sam groans, “Oh, good man. You know me so well.”

Bucky takes off his sunglasses, winking. “You know it.”

“(Y/N), would you mind handing this to Sarah? Give me and Buck some alone time?”

You nod, taking the cake from him. “Don’t talk too much shit about me while I’m gone.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Bucky promises, leaning in to kiss you.

“That’s code for he’s definitely going to complain about the struggles of being married to you.”

You throw Sam the middle finger before disappearing down the dock. AJ and Cass run past you again, giggling to themselves as they fire water guns.

You find Sarah at the end, standing in front of a table lined with food.

“A cake for only the best,” You said, bowing down dramatically.

Sarah laughs, curtsying. “Why, thank you my lady.”

“Of course,” you said, giving her a quick hug once she sets the cake down.

“So? How’s the married life?”

You hum, “It’s perfect. Except for when he snores.”

“You get used to it Hun, believe me,” Sarah assured, setting a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you get used to sharing a bathroom?”

Sarah snorts, patting your back. “Nope, never.”

You chuckle, looking out at the dock for your husband. You see him flexing his metal arm, both kids hanging off it. He laughs, casually holding a conversation with Sam as they desperately try to weigh him down.

Was it too soon to have kids?

Probably not, Bucky’s technically 106. He’s well past the age of having children. He was always so good with Sam’s nephews you wonder what he would be like with your own.

Better, that’s for sure.

Bucky meets your eyes and he winks, gesturing for you to come over. You don’t have to be told twice and you’re by his side in seconds.

“Hi,” He smiled, kissing you as the kids scream.

“Hi,” You giggled. “What’s going on here?”

“A test of strength,” Bucky said, lifting his arm slightly as AJ and Cass hang on for dear life.

You quirk an eyebrow. “I think the kids are winning.”

“Is that so?”

On cue, Bucky drops his arm as the kids squeal falling to the ground.

“Aw!” Bucky pouts. “You guys are too strong for me.”

AJ and Cass cheer, “Yeah we are!”

“Our Uncle is Captain America! He taught us all the moves.”

“Boys!” Sarah calls, “Come get a plate!”

“Bye Uncle Buck!” They said before running towards their mom.

Bucky loops his fingers through the belt hoops of your jeans, tugging you to his chest.

“Whatcha thinking about, pretty girl?”

“Us.”

“Mm, what about us?”

“I think we’d have pretty cute kids.”

“You want kids?” Bucky asked softly.

You nod, wrapping your arms around him. “Yeah, I do. You’re so good with Cass and AJ I just started thinking… it’s not too soon is it?”

“You know I’m a big fan of the process, the sooner the better.”

You roll your eyes at his comment. “Bucky.”

He kisses you again, this time it’s slow and tender. “I am so ready to have kids with you, doll. A little girl just as pretty as her momma.”

“I love you,” You said.

“I love you too.”

“The food is getting cold!” Sam shouts, breaking up the moment.

“We’re coming!”

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embracedthevoid · 3 years ago

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I love your fics sm!! please write smth cute for ur missing moments series about what happened/what they said each other after the lucia hug 🥺

Ahhh thank you so muchh! Here you gooooo!

Breathe

Word Count: 1260 Rated: T and up Read on ao3

It's as if Wilhelm can breathe again. Like his chest is no longer collapsed, and is now lifted. Maybe not wholly, but it's getting there.

He holds Simon tight, wrapping his arms around the boy as far as he can reach, refusing to lose him again. Wilhelm never wants this moment to end. It's just them, alone, together, open and vulnerable. But Simon always makes him feel that way. Like he's been seen and heard, like he can be himself.

Simon's fingers tickle the hairs at the base of Wilhelm's neck. Wilhelm presses their foreheads together, steadying himself. Finding himself sure of at least one thing. Of Simon.

Wilhelm had been wondering— no, praying he could fix this. He can't lose Simon. Not this soon, not when Wilhelm has finally found someone who gets him. Who understands him.

"We should get back," Simon whispers, fingers trailing up from Wilhelm's shoulders to tangle into his hair and gently massage the base of his skull. Wilhelm leans into the touch, so delicate and gentle. "Wille," Simon whispers half-heartedly, seeming as lost in the moment as Wilhelm.

Wilhelm pretends he doesn't hear and instead moves to press his nose to the crook of Simon's neck. Breathing the boy in, savouring the waves of coconut that trace through each curl and across his skin.

Wilhelm inhales, then exhales.

Simon shivers when Wilhelm's lips brush against the tender flesh below his ear. "Wille," Simon warns again, though Wilhelm can tell there's no real threat behind his name.

"Don't want to," Wilhelm mutters, nuzzling further into Simon's hold. Ignoring the scratchy material of the other boy's gown as it rubs uncomfortably against his cheek.

Since everything had become so complicated, all Wilhelm has wanted is to wrap his arms around Simon and hold him close. All he's wished for is to press his lips against his and find comfort there. Find Simon's soft and tender embrace, and lose himself in it.

There's always been underlying anxiety trailing Wilhelm throughout his life. But with Simon, when the entire world is shut and away when it's just them, Wilhelm feels like he can be himself. Like he can finally breathe.

"Neither do I," Simon mumbles, giving in by rocking his forehead against Wilhelm's and tilting his head to press their lips together. It's peaceful and soft. It's everything Wilhelm needed and more.

Wilhelm melts as Simon tucks his bottom lip between both of Wilhelm's. Holding for a beat, then capturing Wilhelm's top lip through the rhythm Simon has set. One that matches the intense pulse pumping through Wilhelm's veins. It's comforting. It's perfect.

It's them.

Simon pulls back slightly, but Wilhelm quickly follows the boy's lips with his own. Capturing them once more, breathing him in and easing his mind.

Everything will be okay. Simon is here. Simon is with him. Everything will be okay.

Simon's hands gently land on Wilhelm's hips as he pulls away for the second time. Wilhelm doesn't chase him this time. Instead, his gaze anchors desperately on Simon's, searching for something, anything. Reassurance maybe? He combs through the nearly-black pools of Simon's eyes, drowning in how much their hearts ache for each other. Wilhelm doesn't find comfort, but rather, he discovers a warmth that settles the loneliness in his chest.

"We should go," Simon says, hands still firmly planted on Wilhelm's waist, "before someone comes looking for you."

"Just a little longer?" Wilhelm asks, eyes moving to Simon's lips as they press together, thinking. Simon then licks his lips, wanting.

After a pause, Simon nods, silently agreeing that they're allowed to take a moment to simply be with each other. To savour the other's space, to appreciate their time.

Wilhelm inhales deeply, chest rising and falling, slow and steady for the first time in what feels like forever. Wilhelm collapses forward once more, pulling Simon entirely back into his arms. Smooth hands glide across his lower back with equal desperation, catching on the material of his gown, lifting it slightly around his ankles.

"I missed you," Wilhelm whispers against Simon's ear.

"Me too," Simon breathes in response.

Wilhelm feels the rise and fall of Simon's chest against his. Their lugs work at the same rhythm as their kisses. Rising and falling in tandem, like they were meant for each other. Meant to breathe the other in and find comfort through their touch, their words, their everything.

It seems as though they stand holding each other for hours, and when Wilhelm looks at the clock, he registers that it's actually been fifteen minutes since they'd entered the classroom.

"Shit," Wilhelm breaks their intense connection, replacing it with something equally as intense but less sombre. "We have to get back," he says, "they'll be starting any minute now."

As Wilhelm pulls back, Simon keeps his grip on Wilhelm's hips, and he doesn't mind one bit.

Simon huffs a breath of amusement. "Hm," he pretends to ponder, "it's almost like someone was trying to warn you about that, not only five minutes ago," he remarks, clearly teasing. The weight in Wilhelm's chest lifts slightly, growing into hope as they fall back into their familiar banter.

"Shut up," Wilhelm responds with a chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to Simon's lips, holding them together and swivelling Simon's body so Wilhelm can guide him back toward the door. Their feet rock together, swaying back and forth, finding that same rhythm, each step followed by another kiss. A dance almost.

Wilhelm can feel Simon's smile begin to press against his mouth once Simon's back meets the door. Wilhelm presses him against it, closing any distance between them as their bodies align. Simon's fingers curl around the material of Wilhelm's gown when he cradles Simon's cheeks. Their kisses still fall into each other, stretching out these moments for as long as they can. Wilhelm angles his head downward, deepening the kiss. Simon's grip on Wilhelm's gown pulls tighter.

Wilhelm eventually eases off, only for Simon to chase him this time. All while blindly searching behind him, failing to find the door handle. Wilhelm chuckles between the press of Simon's lips. He thinks Simon's about to tell him to 'shush,' but there's no time because Wilhelm kisses kisses kisses until he hears the lock click and the door open as Simon stumbles backward slightly. Their lips fall apart, and Wilhelm misses them instantly. Thankfully, as the door swings open, they manage to keep themselves from tumbling to the ground.

Wilhelm imagines his eyes are wide, shocked by the sudden events, but they quickly soften when Simon's laugh sings through the hall, and he loses himself in the smile that results from it. It's the first one Wilhelm has seen since everything happened. It's as if he's seeing the sun again, warm and brilliant against his skin. Chest bursting with so many unrecognizable things.

"Let's go," Simon says, extending his hand for Wilhelm to take. Which he does. Wilhelm clasps his palm against Simon's like he'll never let go. He doesn't want to. But the faint glow of students milling around outside, checking their phones and circling together to keep warm, is enough for their hands to fall away as quickly as they came together.

They glance at the other at the same time. Sharing a look that says they still ache for each other, but it's better this way. That they still want each other, but they can't right now. But there's a glint in Simon's eye and a smirk on his lips that tells Wilhelm they might be able to, one day.

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